Hogwarts High II
By Siriusly Amused
Author's Note: I woke up this morning and felt as though I could write this chapter…so I did. There's a lot of hooking up in this chapter. Like a lot. Like…that's the whole chapter basically. If raging hormones aren't your thing, you may not want to read. Also, I wrote this in one sitting and haven't proofread. And it's now one in the morning.
Disclaimer: I mention a lot of stuff in this chapter…I own none of it.
Chapter Seven
Goodnight and Go
Lyrics go here, as usual
●●● Hermione ●●●
"…highly inappropriate behavior!"
"I have half a mind to expel you on the spot! If it weren't for your outstanding academic record…"
"…went way beyond the line of making our visiting students feel welcome!"
"I must tell you, Ms. Granger, if you put one more toe out of line, I may be reduced to take drastic measures!"
My principal and guidance counselor both paused to catch their breath, and they sent questioning looks to Harry and Draco's coach, who had remained silent during the entire lecture. I had the distinct impression that Harry and Draco could do no wrong in their coach's eye as long as they continued to win soccer games.
"Er…staying in Ms. Granger's room last night was very wrong," he attempted pathetically. Neither Harry nor Draco looked as though they felt like they were in serious trouble; they were both sitting leisurely in the plush armchairs of my principal's office, smirking slightly at one another. "And I assure you that you'll both be severely punished when we return back to school," the coach lied, "but right now we have a game to win." Harry and Draco both broke into large smiles as their coach ushered them out of the office. I turned back to my principal and guidance counselor, both of whom looked highly displeased.
"You'll be serving detention everyday after class for the next week," my principal stated. "You may go now."
I sputtered a few more apologies before turning and leaving the office. I meandered through the halls and wondered vaguely how much of the school had found out that I had two boys spend the night in my room last night. I got my answer when I reached the soccer field and was met with hundreds of eyes focusing upon me. My classmates turned towards one another and whispered behind one hand while pointing at me with the other. I felt as though I was wearing the scarlet letter on my chest even though I hadn't had sex, much less committed adultery.
Ignoring the tightness in my chest and the burn of embarrassment on my cheeks, I sought out Victor, who was stretching with his teammates.
"Good luck today," I told him.
He paused from his stretching and slowly looked up at me, his face grim and eyes slightly accusing. "Thanks," he muttered softly before turning away and running laps around the field. I stood on the sidelines and watched him, my mind trying to process his cold demeanor. He knew me; he knew I wasn't some loose tart who slept -- in the non-literal sense -- with not one, but two random guys.
Not far off, I heard Draco and Harry arguing with one another. From what I could gather from their shouts, Draco had kicked a soccer ball at Harry when Harry wasn't looking and now Harry was roughly pushing Draco and shouting at him, causing Draco to push and shout back and their coach to dance around them nervously, as if he truly believed that they'd kill each other before the game even started.
I sighed and found a spot on the ground to watch the game, bringing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
The game started with Victor and Draco, both forwards for their respective teams, walking up to the center of the field where the ball awaited them. Draco held out his hand good-naturedly, but Victor merely glared at him and refused to shake. The referee blew the whistle and Victor shot forward, stealing the ball right under Draco and plowing ahead, dodging random players and heading straight towards Harry in the goal. He shot and the ball flew straight at Harry at a ridiculous speed. Harry caught it and threw it to one of his own players and the game continued, Victor looking highly acrimonious.
I had seen Victor play before, and I knew he had a keen determination, a fervor to win at all costs; but today he seemed determined only to beat Harry and Draco in every sense of the word. When he wasn't slamming into or tripping Draco, he was aiming all of his shots directly at Harry instead of the net. By halftime, both Harry and Draco had caught on that they were targets of a seemingly very angry 19-year-old, and they tried to coerce their coach into letting them sit out, but as the best players on their team, they were both sent back in.
The second half of the game consisted of Draco squealing and running away whenever Victor came after him, and Harry wincing and bracing himself whenever Victor viciously kicked the ball at him. A part of me wanted to run into the field and yell at Victor, to set the entire school straight on what had happened the night before and my real relationship with Harry and Draco, but I couldn't. I sat where I was and watched as my newest friend attacked two of my older friends for no apparent reason.
Needless to say that my school's team won the game.
"Friend of yours?" Draco asked, panting heavily and jerking a thumb at Victor who was being carried off by his teammates.
"I'm sorry, you guys," I apologized, looking at the various bruises that were starting to appear on their bodies.
"No, we're the ones who apparently ruined your reputation," Harry countered. "We're sorry."
"Speak for yourself, Potter. I highly enjoyed my night with Granger. Would have been better if you weren't there, of course…"
Harry punched Draco's arm, causing him to wince. Harry looked back to his team; his coach was on his knees, a fist in his mouth as he looked up at the sky and cried openly over their loss.
"We better get back before we miss the bus home," Harry said somberly. I nodded and the three of us gazed at one another silently for a minute, all of us reluctant to leave; then, Harry did something he has never done before and kissed my cheek.
"Take care of yourself, 'Mione," he said before turning and walking back to his team.
Draco and I stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before a devilish grin broke out on his face and he gathered me up in his arms, dipped me low as if we were dancing and kissed me right on the lips before straightening and letting go. "Later, babe," he said playfully, before joining Harry.
I laughed and shook my head, tears filling my eyes. They weren't even gone and I missed them already. I turned around and saw that the majority of my classmates were staring at me and talking loudly amongst themselves. Victor, surrounded by his teammates, looked hurt. Once everyone realized that I was staring at them, they ignored me and went off to have a celebratory party that I was sure I wasn't invited to. I went back to my dorm room, alone.
●●● Ron ●●●
The first couple of weeks after the opening of Weasels were very weird. The twins were hardly home, even at night, and Mom, Dad and Bill were usually out as well, leaving Ginny and I as the only ones in a suddenly very empty and quiet house.
At first the emptiness and silence of the house scared us and we would turn on as many lights and noise-making objects as we could in an attempt to bring some sort of normalcy to the house. There was one memorable evening when Noelle had entered the house unannounced and found all the lights on, the TV and radio blaring and Ginny and I dancing around the kitchen, singing Rock the Casbah at the top of our lungs while we attempted to cook dinner. After that incident, the house wasn't so empty anymore. Noelle came over after school almost every day, and eventually others did as well. Neville once brought his girlfriend, a blue-eyed blonde named Luna, and she attempted to convince me that Michael Jackson was actually an alien prince sent to take over the world.
Needless to say that Ginny and I became rather close over the weeks. Not that we weren't close to begin with, but with Harry and Hermione gone, we sort of became one another's best friends in their absence. Which is why I found myself outside catching bugs one evening, despite the fact that I was exhausted from soccer practice and had an English test to study for still.
"Ginny, over here! I got a moth!" Ginny rushed over to where I was kneeling in the grass with her kill jar: a jar that contained several cotton balls doused with nail polish remover. I had the moth caught in a bug net and I helped Ginny coax it into the kill jar.
"This project is stupid," Ginny complained as she slammed the lid onto the jar. "I feel like a mini Hitler or something."
I gave Ginny a look but didn't say anything. I secretly suspected that she was just as lazy as I am when it comes to homework.
"How about we take a break?" I suggested, stretching my aching legs out in front of me. "You only need to catch a few more bugs anyway."
Ginny shrugged and held her kill jar up to her face, watching as the moth fluttered helplessly for a bit before sinking to the bottom of the jar.
"So, Noelle came up to watch the soccer team practice again today," I stated as nonchalantly as I could.
Ginny snorted. "Ron you are so obvious, it's actually kind of sad."
"What?" I asked. I felt the damn Weasley blush rising to my cheeks. Thank God it was dark out.
"You have the hots for Noelle."
"I do not! I think she has the hots for me!"
"She does have the hots for you," Ginny announced. My interest perked immediately. "And you quite obviously have the hots for her as well!" Ginny continued. "And I think you should do something about it before one or both of you spontaneously combusts or something!" Ginny smiled at me, picked up her kill jar and net and walked back toward the house, leaving me to my thoughts.
●●● Harry ●●●
My bed dipped down slightly as someone sat on the edge of it. The movement brought me back to consciousness and I opened my eyes slightly to find Jaclyn staring down at me with a small smile.
"Hey," she said softly.
I groaned in response and brought a hand to rub the sleep from my eyes as I tried to regain my bearings. I remembered coming up to my room to work on homework and settling down in bed to read some story for my English class. I must have dozed off while reading; my clock said that it was ten at night.
"Draco cheats at video games, so I decided to come in and check on you," she explained, still using a soft voice as if she expected me to fall asleep again. She took the book that was lying open on my chest, closed it and set it upon my nightstand; then she reached for my glasses (I've been wearing them more often than contacts lately), took them off and placed them on my nightstand as well. Her hand lightly brushed against my cheek and my hand immediately went to circle around her wrist as I squinted up at her.
Draco and I still hadn't figured this girl out. She didn't seem to have any friends, but we didn't know why. She was rich just like the other kids at our school. She was pretty in the pop culture conventional sense too: slight tan, long blonde hair and designer clothes. Sure she was conceited and stuck up, but so was every other kid in this place. But there were also times when she was very kind and seemed vulnerable, and it was in these moments that I found myself liking her, if only a little bit.
Jaclyn interpreted my grasp on her wrist and intense gaze in a different way than what I meant to exude. She twisted her wrist slightly so that I released my grip on it, then she interlaced her fingers with my own on the pillow beside my head. Her other hand came up and traced my jaw as she stared down at me.
Some small voice in the back of my head was telling me to say something, or to sit up, or to even call Draco into the room, but I did nothing; my sleepy mind couldn't register what was going on.
Jaclyn tossed her long hair over her shoulder, leaned down and lightly brushed her lips against mine. Once. Twice. Three times. At first I just stayed still, my lips firmly shut and immobile as she kissed me, but I eventually gave in and responded, at first just lightly kissing her back.
Maybe it was because I hadn't had a proper make-out session for the better part of a year, or maybe it was because Jaclyn was lightly tracing her fingertips over the lines of my opened palm, but I suddenly became the brave one, seeking permission to deepen the kiss. She opened immediately which somewhat shocked me, but I was too muddled to think about it. I could taste her, which also somewhat shocked me; Ginny and Padma never had much of a taste unless they were eating something, but Jaclyn tasted faintly of sugar, and I remembered just how much candy she consumed throughout the day.
Our kisses were slow and languid and we repeatedly had to break apart to catch our breaths…to remember to breathe. She pulled away slightly to catch her breath and I playfully nipped her chin and a soft gasp escaped her lips and suddenly she kissed me again, her hand clasping mine tightly as if she never wanted to let it go.
And suddenly I was wide awake and happy. My heart raced and my palms got sweaty and my jeans were beginning to get a tad uncomfortable and all we were doing was kissing! And I didn't know her – not really anyway – and she definitely wasn't Ginny, but she tasted like sweets and she was there and Ginny wasn't and she was just sitting on the side of my bed, but I was fairly certain that I could coax her to lay with me and she'd probably let me touch her and…
"Jaclyn, it's totally your turn to rock the guitar hero!"
Draco's voice drifted across the hall to us and she pulled away, her eyes heavy and her lips swollen. I mouthed 'no' and reached out for her. She kissed my fingertips and stood, smoothing out her hair and clothes. She walked to the door and smiled at me over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway.
I laid in my bed and stared at my ceiling for what seemed like eternity. I couldn't fall asleep and Draco came into my room sometime around midnight. He was still dressed and had a stupid smirk on his face as he hovered over my bed.
"How was it, Potter?" he asked.
I scowled at him. "What are you talking about, Malfoy?"
"You must think I've got shit for brains or something. I know what a girl looks like when she's been good and properly kissed. Now don't lie to me, Potter!" Draco slapped at my legs and I sat up so that he could sit at the end of the bed.
"It was good," I admitted finally. "Really good. Like terrific good."
Draco smiled. "But let's also keep in mind that it's been awhile since you've gotten any and you're probably a horny bastard right now."
I scowled at him yet again. "And when was the last time you got some?" I asked him angrily.
"Last May. Which I happen to know was several months after the last time you've gotten any," he replied without blinking.
He was right, so I didn't say anything.
"So did you two manage to get any talking done? Are you a couple or…?"
"We…um…"
"Well, that answers that."
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "I thought she liked you," I stated finally, my confused mind mulling over exactly what was going on.
Draco was silent for a moment, biting a nail lazily. "Maybe a long time ago, but then I apparently rejected her and made out with an inanimate object, remember?"
"Do you remember anything about her from back then?"
He shrugged. "Just stuff we already know. Only child. Rich. Blonde." Draco was silent yet again, this time for much longer. "I'm not going to tell Ron or Ginny about this," he stated finally. And then he stood and left my room.
●●● Hermione ●●●
Six o'clock Friday evening, after I had finished my last detention and had been taken home by my parents, I went to Victor's house. He had taken me there once over the weekend to meet his parents. I went up to the front door and rang the bell, painfully aware that my palms were sweaty. To my relief, Victor answered, his eyes growing wide with shock when he found me standing on his door step.
"We need to talk," I stated simply.
He nodded and stepped aside so that I could enter the house. Silently, we walked past his trophies and went down into the basement. I settled in the cushy couch and he remained standing, fidgeting nervously.
"You want something to drink?" he asked, gesturing toward the bar, which I knew held not only alcohol, but sodas and juices as well.
"I'm fine thanks," I replied, although my mouth actually was dry. He nodded and settled into a chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his eyes locked onto mine, waiting for me to 'talk'.
"Look," I stated at last. "I didn't have sex with Harry and Draco. I've actually never had sex." His eyes widened and I noticed a slight blush creep up his neck, but he didn't say anything so I continued. "Draco and Harry are my friends from back home; I've known them since Kindergarten. We hadn't seen each other in ages and we were just catching up. The thought of doing anything physical with them honestly disgusts me."
"They kissed you!" Victor stated suddenly. I gave him a look.
"You saw those kisses; did they look passionate or anything?"
Victor deflated and shook his head. I got up from my spot on the couch and knelt before him, taking his hands into my own.
"Listen Victor, I understand that as a friend you're concerned over my reputation, but I can honestly say that I didn't do anything last night that you should be ashamed of. There's no reason for you to be upset with me."
Victor shook his head in frustration. "Hermione, for a smart girl, you can be really blind sometimes!" And with that, he lowered his head and kissed me. My eyes remained wide open and my heart pounded within my rib cage.
He pulled away and smiled slightly and all I could do was blink like an idiot. I remembered kissing Gavin and then running away before figuring out what was going on, and I didn't want that to happen again. I was confused; Victor was a puzzle that I needed to figure out. I raised myself higher on my knees, tilted my head and kissed him again.
For his credit, he didn't push anything. He cupped my face and kissed me softly, and after a few minutes he pulled away again.
"How about that drink?" he asked, smiling and running his hands up and down my arms. This time I accepted.
●●● Noelle ●●●
Ron was chasing me around his room with the intent to tickle me.
We had arrived at his home after school to find it completely empty, Ginny having gone shopping with Luna and Parvati. It was the first time that Ron and I found ourselves completely alone and whatever ease we were feeling before entering the house quickly disappeared when we realized that we had the whole place to ourselves.
At first, I felt panicked. Ginny had assured me over and over again that Ron was feeling the same confusion over me as I was over him and that if I kissed him again, he'd kiss back. Yet Ginny also thought that Joey and Rachel from Friends would end up together.
We ended up going to his room to study, which only made matters worse. He turned on his stereo in order to relieve some of the tension, and it helped. He laughed at me as I bobbed my head along with the music, and I poked him in return, and he tried to tickle me, but I rolled out of his reach, stood and backed into the wall as he came after me. And a flat out tickle war ensue, our homework laying forgotten on the floor.
Our tickle war ended when we crashed down upon his bed together, him on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.
"Fuck," Ron whispered before capturing my mouth with his own. He was tentative with his kisses, just like Draco was when we had first started dating. Back then I appreciated the tentativeness; I hadn't had a boyfriend before and everything was so new to me…and slightly scary. But Draco had been patient and allowed me to go at my own pace and to figure things out on my own. Back then I liked taking things slow, but now it only frustrated me. I wasn't a scared little girl; I was a seventeen-year-old who had dated Draco Malfoy, and I wanted Ron to know that.
I found the hem of his shirt and began pulling it upwards. Ron broke our kiss and stared at me, panting heavily as I continued to pull his shirt off. He raised his arms obligingly and his shirt fell to the floor. I lifted my head to kiss him again, but he pulled away and sat up, staring at me, seemingly in great thought. I grew frustrated again. He was probably going to give me the 'I don't want to rush you' line.
"Is there anything I can do that'll make you slap me and stalk off angrily?" he asked instead, and I couldn't help but smile; he was beginning to understand me.
I pretended to think a minute before replaying, "Nope."
He smiled and swore under his breath. "I guess they're right about red heads being…" he trailed off.
"Well I don't know. You're a red head yet you're…" I was going to say hesitating, but he cut me off before I had the chance. He pulled me toward him, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me properly this time. Now that he knew the threat of doing something wrong was gone, he was a lot less tentative. He sucked and nibbled and peeled my shirt away just as I began unbuckling his belt. I half expected him to hesitate again, but he merely shrugged his jeans off and resumed kissing me. I couldn't help smiling against his mouth.
"Hey, Ron, we brought you leftovers and…"
Ron tore away from me so quickly that I fell off of his bed and onto his hard floor. There, standing in the doorway, were three of his older brothers: the twins and the eldest one, Bill. They were all staring at us with wide eyes and gaping jaws.
"Where's the camera?!?" one of the twins shouted, stepping out of the room and running up and down the hallway in a crazy fashion. "Where the hell is the camera?!?"
Bill, his face bright red, pushed the other twin out of the room and closed the door behind him, muttering apologies.
"I've got to go," I stated suddenly, finding my shirt next to me on the floor and pulling it on. "I think I'll leave out of the window so I don't have to face them," I added, gathering my books. Ron was still sitting on his bed half naked. I put my schoolbag on my back and climbed out of the window.
"Noelle, wait," Ron said once I was outside. I turned towards him questioningly.
"Seamus' Halloween party?"
"Yes." I smiled and kissed him before running as far away from that house as I could.
●●● Ron ●●●
I waited until I had calmed down some and dressed before leaving my room, and I found not only Bill and the twins, but Charlie as well, in the kitchen. They all started yelling very loudly when I came in.
"You guys called Charlie over?" I asked as Fred and George rushed over to thump me on the back.
"We've got Percy on speakerphone too," Charlie announced brightly, and sure enough, I heard Percy's voice muttering something about, "This is highly inappropriate! I don't want to celebrate with you guys!" coming from the phone's general region.
"Come on, Perce," Bill coaxed. "Just one beer to celebrate Ron almost losing his virginity!"
"Ewwww!"
The five of us turned to see Ginny standing by the door, a shopping bag in her hand. Bill and Charlie, who couldn't fathom Ginny as anything but a sweet, innocent little girl, immediately whitened. The twins and I, who knew a little better, only smirked.
"I don't wanna know! I don't wanna know! I don't wanna know!" Ginny exclaimed, while holding her hands over her ears and running to her bedroom.
"Was that Ginny?" Percy asked over the speakerphone. "Hello? I have no idea what's going on here."
●●● Harry ●●●
At first Jaclyn acted as if what had happened between us the night before didn't happen. She picked us up, offered us donuts and drove us to school, making random comments about the weather. Draco offered me a look of pity as we arrived at school. But then, right when we were splitting up to go to our separate homerooms, Jaclyn turned and kissed me, right in front of Draco and several other students.
Draco smirked. "Well I guess that answers the 'are you a couple?' question!"
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From: Hermione
Sent: Oct 20th, 8:30 PM
To: Ginny
Subject: Me and Victor
Ginny,
Victor and I have started dating!
Love,
Hermione
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From: Noelle
Sent: Oct 20th, 8:40 PM
To: Ginny
Subject: Me and Ron
Ginny,
I don't know if you've heard from your other brother or not but…Ron and I are now a couple!
Love,
Noelle
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From: Harry
Sent: Oct 20th, 8:50 PM
To: Ginny
Subject: Er…
Ginny,
I feel like you should know that…I'm kind of seeing someone.
Harry
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From: Gin
Sent: Oct 20th, 9:00 PM
To: The Handsome One
Subject: And to think we used to be the slutty ones
Draco,
All of our friends have significant others. We're the only single ones left.
Ginny
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From: Yes, I am handsome
Sent: Oct 20th, 8:51 PM
To: The Beautiful One
Subject: Well…
My Dearest Ginny,
We should totally start dating online.
What color panties are you wearing?
With love,
Draco
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From: Ginny
Sent: Oct 20th, 8:55 PM
To: Draco
Subject: …
Draco,
If you weren't miles away, I'd slap your face.
Ginny
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End Author's Note: A small part of me is wondering whether or not I should post this. But most of me is hungry and insanely tired, so I think I will post it. And I'm kind of kicking myself now because I just remembered Cho Chang. I haven't put her in this fic yet, and now that I think about it, I could have had her instead of Jaclyn. But it's too late for that now. And I was going to have some Bill/Tonks/Remus in this chapter but ran out of room/time. I'm very, very hungry. Someone feed me. Also? I'm a junior in college now and I feel like I'm losing track of the going ons of high schoolers. If anyone wants to enlighten me with how high school is these days, and how high schoolers act and stuff, that would be wonderful.