Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and its associates; it does not belong to me, okay.
Rating: M.
Thoughts and important word titles are in italics.
Warning: This chapter contains situation that is slightly sexual in nature. There is also some violence towards the end. Please read it at your own risk.
Important Notice: Dear readers, with the exception for the beginning parts (slightly), I went back and completely re-did chapter 5. It's nothing like the original one. Please go read that chapter. Moreover, I'm using some of the original middle and ending parts of chapter 5 for this one, as it suited much better for this chapter. Sorry for the inconvenience
Chapter 6: Painful Lessons Part I
It took around ten minutes to twelve minutes for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to navigate back to the Great Hall.
"It's almost time for my Arithmancy class," Hermione said. "I'll see you both in the Charms class, okay."
"Okay." Harry and Ron said at the same time.
"Talk about early class plans," Ron said, as they both walked inside the Great Hall. "Lucky for us, our class doesn't begin until eight-thirty."
A pair of cold venomous eyes, from the teacher's high table, watched Harry as he entered the Great Hall with Ron. Those eyes still continued look at Harry, without any interference, as he sat alongside Ron.
"Right now, I just want to eat something. I'm seriously in need of some calories to fill my stomach." Ron persisted as his stomach growled.
"What?"
"I said 'I was hungry.'" Ron repeated.
"No. I mean about the 'calories?'" Harry said.
"Oh, about that. Hermione told me something about it." Ron told while he was busy with biting down a big piece of bread-loaf, with mixed fruit jelly, and drinking milk at the same time; he had also taken three bacon pieces, one soft boiled egg, two vanilla covered cup cakes, few pastries, and an apple.
"For your sake, I hope she mentioned the fact that too much calories is bad for your health."
"But you aren't eating anything, buddy." Ron said; he noticed that Harry took only meager amounts of scrambled eggs, one toast with grape jelly, and a half glass of milk. "You didn't even take corn-flakes mixed with fruits, and it's your favourite."
"Not really hungry, after all."
"'Not really hungry,' Harry. Then why is your stomach rumbling?" Ron asked. Then he began to shove more food in Harry's plate, while Harry looked as if he wanted to throw up.
"Stop it! Ron. I cannot eat this much."
"Just eat it. It's not too much…" however, before Ron could finish completing his speech, Dean called Ron to talk about Potions essay homework, on "The Importance of Medicinal Herbs in Potion Making," which was due today at twelve O' clock in the afternoon. While they were both were busy talking with each other, Harry took out a rather large boy's handkerchief and placed it on his knees; when he made sure that no one was watching him, (as he felt that someone was peeping on him) he dumped the entire food contents into it, leaving only some of the food in the platter. Then Harry tightened a knot on the handkerchief and chanted a disillusionment charm to make the handkerchief, filled with food, look like an unwanted creased ink-marked paper, which any ordinary student would throw into a dustbin.
The man sitting at the High Teacher's Table watched the entire thing with his own unfeeling reddish-brown chestnut coloured eyes. A malicious grimace began to embellish his features as he saw what Harry did. So my dear, are you planning on killing yourself by not eating any food. I can't let that happen; you're too good and too beautiful to die, my sweetheart. It seems I'll have to keep an eye on you, dearest.
"Hey, when did finish eating, mate?"
"Just few minutes ago," Harry stated, while fiddling with the leftovers with his fork and knife. "We should go; it's almost time for our Divination class. I don't want Professor Trelawney to think that her prediction about my demise is true, just because I'm a little late."
"I think she is absolutely out of her mind. Since the start of the year, heck every year, she has been predicting your death in one way or the other," uttered Ron, who hastily finished his breakfast, and stood up to gather his books and other things.
Harry didn't reply anything to the comment; instead some anguishing thoughts haunted his mind. Did she foresee what would happen to me since even before the year started, otherwise why she would say that I would have a painful and a difficult year? It's unsurprising that she predicts my death and doom every year, but still...
Harry abruptly broke his chain of thoughts, so that he could listen to what Ron was busy talking about as well as to not to appear inattentive. His friends often questioned about his silent musings and preoccupation, while Draco generally tried to tick him off by either creating a scene or by saying something stupid and inane. Oftentimes, he did both.
"I hope that we don't meet Malfoy right now or …" Ron started to say, but before he could finish his sentence his eyes widened.
Speak of the devil Harry finished the thought out loud.
Draco Malfoy, the said person, walked in the Great Hall, with a huge sarcastic grin adorning his facial countenance. His eyes were filled with an unusual friskiness;the haughty demeanor and attitude, Draco adopted when coming towards them, allowed Ron to discern that someone was about receive a huge pain in the body, if not a big bonk on the head.
"So, Potter, you can't even go anywhere without making a big spectacle of yourself, can you?" Draco said shrewdly.
"What do you mean?" Harry questioned.
"What do I mean? I mean that you always know how to draw attention to yourself. Anything you do in the slightest, people will notice you.
"For example, in the second year, both you and Ron used a flying Ford Angelina to come to school, not to mention to let the entire school know that you're a parselmouth. In the third year, you fainted at the Hogwarts Express just when the train got pulled over by the Dementors. In the fourth year the Triwizard Tournament… should I go on, Harry?"
Even though Harry looked calm and composed, inside he was seething. Draco always knew how to tick him off.
"So my question now, is it a coincidence that you crashed into Michael the same time he was coming out?" Draco asked in a sickeningly sweet tone
"NO. I did not bump into him intentionally. My mind was actually pre-occupied…"
"Preoccupied… huh…" Draco had an evil gleam in his eyes. "About what, my dear? Is it Tom?"
"What? No!!! Absolutely not!!"
"So you are still daydreaming about him, aren't you, Harry?" He didn't pay any attention to what Harry was saying; instead Draco came in close proximity towards Harry and started to whisper, "I think you are busy dreaming about the unspeakable things that Tom and you'd do after graduating from Hogwarts."
Draco started to move far too close for Harry's comfort and began to flutter his tongue sensually at the top of Harry's ears.
"Draco Malfoy!!!!"
"How idly Tom would relieve you off your clothing's and then how he would deliberately touch you excruciatingly slowly just to see you squirm to his strokes and caress. Bit by bit Tom would taste you by flickering his tongue all over your body; he would listen to your every panting, moaning, whining just before taking you completely in his mouth. You'll beg, plead, and appeal to him to take you wholly by burying himself inside of you; and when he does, you'd scream his name "Tom! Tom!" over and over again, before pleasure and gratification overrides you of all of your senses and awareness, Harry. Just imagine all that…" Draco continued as if he hadn't heard Harry's protestations before.
"Shut up, Draco!!" screamed Harry. His face was completely flushed after what Draco said.
"Ha. Finally got you, didn't I?" Draco said with a sneer garnishing his appearance. "Your expression was priceless, Harry! Just priceless!!"
"Waddiwasi! Densaugeo! Engorgio!"
A sharp clang sound passed through the Great Hall and some painful groans were heard; however, no one minded, as there were neither any teachers left (except one), nor even students, except for a notably few.
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However, the person sitting in the extreme left corner of the Great Hall, who was keeping an eye on Harry, wasn't quite pleased after seeing the entire scene being played. Even though the others might not have noticed Harry and Draco's seduction incident, since there were hardly any students left, he did. He was very angry and livid, although the said person looked quite unconcerned and aloof on the exterior.
He snarled as his mind constantly replayed the entire episode between Draco and Harry repeatedly.
How dare he touch what is mine? The man fumed. Harry belongs to me and only me, and not anyone else. I'll teach Malfoy a lesson for trying to mess with me. After all I've a class with him today…
The man's thoughts were abruptly shifted towards Harry, after he finished devising how to make Malfoy's life horrible and torturous for the day. He watched as Harry stood up to depart with Ron. He felt completely disgusted at the way Ron ate his breakfast.
Oh my darling, Harry, I'm going to teach you a lesson if you even try to betray me in the slightest. Do you understand, my pet? An evil and sinister sneer began to form on the brim of his lips, whose eyes didn't waver from Harry, even as he prepared to leave the Great Hall and go for his first class.
After all, you've a meeting with me this week, my dear? Oh, we're going to have so much fun…
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After getting out of the Great Hall, both of them had started to run towards the top of the North Tower. Dashing through the tightly veering stairs and passing through several moving animated paintings, they had finally reached a spherical trapdoor with a brass engraving on it.
After huffing and wheezing for some time, they had finally entered the classroom, which looked like a combination between a person's old attic and a bygone and belated teashop.
"Welcome, my dears," Sibyll Trelawney's faraway, airy voice said from behind them. "You're just in time for the class to begin."
"Sorry, Professor… for being late…"
"Just take your seats, my dears," asserted Professor Trelawney before beginning her class. "I so happy to see all of you; I hope that the divination lessons you're taking is helping you all to enjoy good health and fortune, although I can perceive powerful negative vibes coming from one of you. However, I won't name the person. With that lets begin our lesson: Numerology"
"Who can say what numerology is?"
A hand rose up in front of Ron. "Yes, my dear" said the Professor turning her eyes towards Parvati Patil.
"It's the study of numbers and how it affects our fates."
"Correct." With saying that Professor began to explain the history of Numerology: its nature, pros and cons, and its uses and how it can determine human luck and outcome.
After finishing her lecture about Numerology, she gave the class homework on how numbers affected your life till now and then dismissed the class for the next period.
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"Next is charms. Lets go mate," Ron said, while going down the stairs. Harry was tagging behind. "By the way, do you think Draco was able to remove the hexes you sent at him?"
There was no reply; Ron turned around to see that Harry had vanished into thin air. "Harry? Where are you, mate?" Ron was troubled
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On the other side of the stairs, across the Divination classroom, in an abandoned classroom building:
Two students were meeting in secret, although the said gathering wasn't a nice one.
"Potter. You should know your place, you slut. You shouldn't have done what you did…"
"It was an accident; I didn't mean to knock into you, Michael" Harry insisted again. "Michael… I'm really sorry…look…"
"Because of you, not only I lost house points, but I also got detention. I, Michael, who never got any detention or punishment for the last six years at Hogwarts, was forced to bear this humiliation in front the entire student body and teachers…"
"I apologize…"
"Shut up!" Michael yelled. "Didn't your mother train you not to interrupt a person before he completes his thoughts and sentences. Oh! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that your mudblood mother is dead, and so is your father. Poor little orphan, no one has ever taught him any courtesy…"
"Be quiet, Michael. Do not ever speak anything bad about my parents," Harry said quietly.
"Is that a threat? What are you going to do? Complain to your teachers! Punch me! Kick me! Kill me!" Venom and malice oozed with every word he pronounced; and with each words, Michael punched and kicked Harry any place he got, leaving Harry only to cry and whimper in pain. "You should realize by now, Harry, that I'm the one holding all the ammunitions."
"Stop! Please!" Harry cried. "Stop hitting me!"
But the blows and punches kept on coming. "If I tell your friends about the affair you're having with that teacher, believe me I'll be the least of your problems." scoffed Michael, giving the last kick at his stomach. With a cold laugh, Michael left a bloodied Harry on the floor to fend for himself all alone…
Authors Notes: Quite a long chapter isn't it. Hope you love it. I plan to finish this story by 31st January, 2007, since only four or five chapters are left; hence, updates will be quite soon. I've divided this part into two chapters, as it's going to be quite long.
By the way, I didn't know anything about Numerology, except for its definition. (Not to mention, the Internet connection I've is very slow to start up, hence I didn't want to search it in the web) Hence, that's why that part is so short. Sorry.
Preview of the next chapter: Snape torturing Harry, finally get to meet the 'evil teacher' tormenting Harry.
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