[AN: Gee Whiz, I sure had you all riled up over that last chapter…some things are necessary though. Hope you enjoy the next chapter…once again, reviews are well appreciated.

Chapter VII: Harry's Spell

Harry awoke next to her, seething with satisfaction; for he knew, just as she had, that his spell had worked. He reached to his bedside table for his wand, which felt warm in his hand, and he smiled as he silenced her, locking Romilda into sleep.

"Muffliato!" He said, as he crept from the bed, eyeing her in disgust. "You, prat, have dug your own grave." Harry stated boldly, unafraid of her awakening now. "Even as my seed works it's way through you, you are further being damned." He felt hot fury washing over him, he knew to control himself enough not to let it consume him.

Harry searched the floors for his robes, and eyed them with satisfaction as Romilda dreamt on. He dressed himself and readjusted his black trainers. He walked over the girl and smiled grimly, poking her on the shoulder ; eliciting nothing more than a sleepy shrug.

"You're just like Voldemort you are, the two of you have a lot in common. By having a part of me in you, you've damned yourself. Hermione will make short work of your plans for me." Harry's mind was a flood of ideas; he knew that the only way to completely get Romilda out of his life was to make her physically & mentally sick of him.

The semen; that was the key, a part of Harry, that was so intimate, was the only way to expunge her girlish fantasy. All that needed to happen was for her to see Harry kiss another girl, and she would be forever in loathing of him. It wasn't going to be just any girl, Harry thought. It would be Ginny, only Ginny; the girl whom Romilda hated more than all, would bind this new spell indefinitely.

Harry tossed a robe over her and levitated her to Ron's bed, at best, Harry thought, Lavender would discover her there and it would separate Ron & Lavender forever as well. Harry left the common room and went to initiate his plan.

It was no small wonder to Harry that Draco was a Death Eater, it had all been for show; only by showing true devastation could Harry get Romilda to have fucked him so eagerly. Only then could his new spell be completed. Now Harry had some incredibly valuable information, he would be the one to be able to save Draco. As Harry headed up to the Owlery he heard Hermione's footsteps behind him.

"Did it work?" She panted as she rushed to his side , whilst brushing away brown strands of her untamed hair.

"It most certainly did, and I was right all along Hermione, he was a Death Eater." Harry said, and he appreciated the scowl on Hermione's face.

"Fine, Potter. Two points." She said as she cast her vicious eyes to a passing window. "What will be done now?"
"Well, Miss Vane went and wrote to Bellatrix, so Draco's going to be in tremendous trouble once word of his failures at Pure-Blood matings get to Voldemort." Hermione cringed as Harry spoke. "Stop it, it's getting a bit annoying. You can fuck Malfoy, yet you can't stand the name of his hero? Please." Harry pushed open the brown door leading to the feather filled room.

"So, do we save Draco or do we find out what he has been doing in that room the whole time?"

"He's lied to us, and that just breaks my bleeding heart, I can't stand it Hermione. But I will say this, I still love the bugger. So this is what we do: we are going to save him, because there is nobody else that will." Harry looked at her gravely as he removed a piece of parchment from his robes and began to scribble a note.

"Who has the pleasure of receiving that letter?" Hermione inquired.

"The one person who can save Draco." Harry said, as he finished writing. He chose a brown screech owl and it obediently stuck it's leg out, eager for a job.

"Lucius?" Hermione asked, for once unsure of her answer.

"Snape." Harry said. The owl took off, circling the owlery until it reached a hole in the ceiling, through which it soared into the amber colored sky. Harry and Hermione felt a chill rush them as the air circulated through the room, where every amber, black and beady eye rested upon the two friends.

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"Detention, Potter, is not meant to be a joyous occasion." Snape was saying, as he paraded around the dungeons, eyeing Harry with every ounce of dislike he could muster. "You've earned this, thoroughly. And since it was you who…" Snape struggled to form words. "…raped.,." Snape invented cleverly, smiling in appreciation of the word so conveniently provided to him by Harry's treacherous thoughts. "…Draco, then I believe it is you who should carry the punishment! I have been able to remedy the situation, which was by no means EASY, but it has…been taken care of. Your dead godfathers dear cousin never gazed upon that letter." Snape circled Harry, like an owl searching for a mouse.

"Good. I saved your precious apprentice Death Eater." Harry said scornfully, secretly wishing that he could hold Draco, and tell him that it would be ok. Harry felt he understood Draco, knew why he had chosen such a dangerous path.

"You will not speak of it, Potter! Should you speak during these detentions, it will be only of getting more ink!" Snape said, as he dropped a tattered old box in front of Harry. An explosion of dust reached Harry's nose and he coughed and sneezed in welcome.

"These are compliments of Mr. Filch, he has long been searching for some no talent fool to clean them, and when appropriate; re-write them. I believe you may run into a few known names." Snape reached into the box and, with a flourish, removed one moth eaten old index card.

"James Potter & Sirius Black, two detentions. Charge: Setting curtains on fire in the girls dormitories. Tsk tsk… These Potter men & their horrible taste in women. Tell me Potter, do you think your proud father ever stooped so low as to lick the crusty anus of his closest cohort?"
Harry felt his face redden as he tried to stand up from the desk, he was immediately shoved back down by the forceful hands of Severus Snape.

"I want you to rewrite all of these cards, alphabetize them, and when you are finished, we will see what will become of your desires to drown Mister Malfoy in your disgusting daydreams." Severus' eyes focused on Harry's and he turned away from him, to return to his desk.

Harry found the work to be tedious, and he was occasionally interrupted by the sight of his father & godfathers names; every so often joined by a Remus Lupin or Peter Pettigrew. At one am Snape released Harry, and reminded him to return next Saturday, where he would have more cards waiting for him.

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Harry raced from the dungeons and cursed how little time he had to perform his spell. He dashed up the corridors of the castle, and rejoiced when the staircases came to rest on the landing of the Gryffindor chambers. Harry spoke tersely to the Fat Lady "Nargle Nimbulus Nincomputus." Harry rolled his eyes at the ridiculous choice of the new password. The Fat Lady sleepily opened and let him into the common room, where a fire was nearly out.

Harry proceeded to the boys dormitories, where he found happily lying on his bed, bits of black hair. "Yes." He whispered to himself as he drew the curtains around his four poster. He laid the hairs on the center of his bed and withdrew his wand, muttering "Lumos." A light filled his bed and he was bathed in an eerie glow. He pointed his wand at the hairs from Romilda and began his spell work.

"Hair of the unaware, hear me well, you will bind this spell. "

He looked over at a small bloodstain, remnants of his own handiwork to the young girl.

"Life source of the lustful, blood drawn from dawn, you will strengthen the bond."

At last he touched his wand to the sheet stained in his cum and Romilda's juices. "Secretions of sex, what made when wet, you will make her forget!" A green glow filled Harry's bed and his hair was blown back in his face, as his imitation spell worked it's magic.

In the chambers to the right of the boys, Romilda was stirring in her sleep. She was experiencing the oddest of sensations in her stomach , it was as if her intestines were dancing, and she was not enjoying it. Her once pleasant dreams of Harry were tainted with visions of herself being old. She was seeing herself being scared of every shadow, she couldn't explain why; but she knew relief could only come from escaping Harry. She began to sweat, and she began to moan in her sleep, she clutched onto her pillow.

"Break away from Harry…" She mumbled. "Oh God,….save me from Harry!" She whimpered, and Hermione, expecting it all, smiled deviously in her bed. "Good night Crookshanks." Hermione said, knowing full well that the spell she had made with Harry was working.