Hogwarts High
By Siriusly Amused
Author's Note: Hello! I'm back again with another HHII update! And I think it's only been a few months since the last time I updated. Go me! I'm really excited because after I upload this chapter, there's a very good chance of HHII breaking the 300 review mark! I was actually just reading the reviews, and I realized that a lot of people ask me questions in reviews and I don't always answer them. I'm sorry! I'm getting better at PMing people though. Anyway, someone asked whether or not Harry and Ginny had slept together when they were dating in HHI, and the answer is no (remember, Harry even admitted to Ron and the twins that he and Ginny actually never got very far). As a matter of fact, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean, Parvati, Neville and Luna are all virgins. The others are not. Draco actually lost his virginity early at age 13 to Pansy. Poor Draco…I gave him a messed up childhood. It probably explains why he's so messed up now. …Why am I talking about this again?
Disclaimer: I do not own HP…
Chapter Eight
Why do I even attempt to title these chapters?
••• Remus •••
"Sirius, where are my pants?" I ran down the stairs, one hand firmly grasping the towel around my waist. Sirius gave me an inquisitive glance over his newspaper.
"They're apparently not on you," he stated, quirking an eyebrow at my partial nudity.
I sighed in frustration and brushed my dripping locks off of my forehead. It was drafty in the old house, and I wanted nothing more than to dry off and put some damn clothes on.
"I think Andromeda took some clothes to wash them," Sirius continued, disappearing once again behind the newspaper. "Aw, the Weasley kids made the honor roll, bless them."
"I want some pants!" I stated loudly to no one in particular.
"Whatever for?" came a female voice from my left as Narcissa entered the room. "Looking good, Remus."
"No," I stated at once.
"No, what?" she replied, eyeing me curiously.
"Whatever advances you're planning to make on me, the answer is no," I told her, tightening my grip on my towel.
Narcissa huffed in indignation and plopped onto the couch. "Well, my choices are kind of limited here, Remus!" she stated loudly. "I mean, who else am I going to sleep with? Him?" she waved a hand at her cousin.
Sirius immediately lowered the newspaper, eyeing Narcissa with a sly grin. "Kinky!" he said at once, throwing the newspaper down and advancing upon the blonde woman on the couch.
"Sirius, no!" Narcissa shouted, holding her hands up to block her cousin's playful advances. "Down, boy!"
"Oh, Cissa! I didn't know you felt this way!" Sirius jokingly exclaimed as he half-heartedly tried to embrace her.
"Oh my God!"
The three of us froze as Tonks entered the room to find her cousin and aunt in what looked like a compromising position, and me in a towel watching them.
"I think you three should get out of the house more often or something," she stated, her eyes wide with shock. She no longer had short, bubble gum pink hair; it was now a little longer and blonde with a streak of purple behind her left ear.
"It's a Friday," Narcissa stated irritably, brushing Sirius off of her. "Shouldn't you be in school?"
"Dumbledore cancelled since it's Halloween," Tonks replied.
"Yes, that sounds like the sort of crazy thing Dumbledore would do," Narcissa admitted.
"Did Dumbles make you change your hair too?" Sirius asked. He was still sitting by Narcissa on the couch but was no longer touching her.
Tonks ran a hand through her hair nonchalantly. "No, I just got tired of the pink, and Bill likes blondes so…"
She said it so naturally that it took a moment for it to hit us. 'Bill likes blondes…' Sirius and Narcissa immediately eyed her suspiciously, looking as though they were going to press the matter. Something knotted in my stomach and I suddenly didn't want to hear anything more about what Bill did or did not like.
"Sirius, can I borrow your clothes?" I asked rather quickly.
"Absolutely not," Sirius replied, not taking his eyes off of Tonks.
I ignored Sirius and went up the stairs anyway with the intent of borrowing his clothes. His jeans were fashionably ripped and faded, and his shirts were a bit on the tight side. I didn't look a thing like my normal self, but unless I wanted to wear Narcissa's dresses and skirts, I had no other choice. Sighing, I returned to the living room to find Tonks sitting alone.
"Where's Sirius and Narcissa?" I asked.
"They wanted to be alone for awhile," she replied softly.
I paused, disgust crossing my face. Tonks laughed.
"Not like that!" she said quickly. "I told them what I found out about Harry and Draco from the Weasleys, and I think they both realized how much they miss their kids. Sirius is outside and Narcissa is in the kitchen."
I sighed with relief and went to sit on the couch.
"So how are they? Harry and Draco, I mean."
Tonks shrugged, bringing a hand to play with a lock of her blonde hair. The blonde hair that Bill apparently liked. "They spent a month or so in some group home before getting adopted by a rich family. Harry has a new girlfriend. Ginny's very upset about it."
"Wait! They got adopted by the same family?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Don't you think it's weird? I mean…people don't normally adopt teenagers, much less two of them!"
Tonks shrugged again. "I heard the family really wanted boys and liked the fact that both of them were raised out of the system."
That didn't convince me. I ran my hand through my hair, thinking.
"Look, Remus," Tonks said, getting up from her chair and sitting by me on the couch, placing a hand on my knee. "I'll tell Ron to keep an eye on them, okay?"
I didn't answer. I just stared at her hand on my knee. I was just going to ask her whether or not she and Bill were seeing one another when her cell phone rang.
"Hey, Bill," she greeted casually. Her hand left my knee. She was silent for a moment in which she listened to Bill talk; I could hear his voice. "Bill, Seamus Finnegan is a high schooler. Are you sure we should be going to his party?" Tonks listened again, a smile crossing her face. "Okay, I'll see you then." She snapped her cell phone closed. I noted that she did not tell Bill that she loved him. Then I scolded myself for noticing that.
"I gotta go," she said, getting up from the couch and heading towards the door. "A student of mine is apparently having a rager of a party and Bill wants to crash it to keep an eye on his younger siblings. How uncool is that?" She turned to smile at me, her hand on the door knob. "Take care of yourself, Remus," she said, smiling prettily. "And make sure Si and Cissa don't procreate. We have enough messed up teenagers on our hands as it is."
I laughed nervously and somehow managed to say goodbye. When she left, I spent a long time sitting in the darkening living room by myself.
••• Harry •••
"Draco, stop it! That's Jenny's!"
It was Halloween night and the trick-or-treating hour was coming to a close. A few of the older trick-or-treaters were still running around from yard to yard in an attempt to collect more candy, but most of the littler ones were heading home. I was holding Princess Jenny, who was sleeping with her head upon my shoulder, the layers of her princess dress draping over my arms. Draco was holding her bags of candy, and was therefore rummaging through them.
"A little girl can't eat this much candy by herself!" Draco reasoned, popping a jawbreaker into his mouth. "It'll just rot in her room to be found three years later at the bottom of her closet."
I decided not to argue with him. He had a point, plus we were walking past Jaclyn's street. I saw her sitting on her front porch, handing some candy to a group of what looked liked 12-year-olds.
"Honestly, Potter! Just go to her and stop this pathetic, forlorn staring!" Draco demanded, following my gaze. "Here," he said, holding out his arms, "give me Jenny, I'll take her home."
"You sure?" I asked, surprised.
"Before I change my mind, Potter!"
I handed Jenny over to him. She mumbled something in her sleep before wrapping her tiny arms around Draco's neck and snuggling her head under his chin. Draco started walking home.
"Draco!" I called after him. He stopped and turned to face me and for a moment, I was struck speechless over how much he changed within the past year. His bleached blonde hair was long gone, replaced by his natural black and spiked messily. He had some color to his face and for the first time since I've known him, he looked…happy. "Thanks, man," I told him.
"You owe me one," he said, smiling. "Later, Harry."
I took off down the street, coming up to Jaclyn's house. She appeared to be done handing out candy; she was standing up and collecting the bowls.
"Hey!" I said, coming up to her porch. She turned around quickly, dropping the bowls in fright.
"Harry!" she said, her face very pale. "You scared me!"
"Sorry," I replied softly, taking her in. She was dressed in Ugg boots, pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and it looked like she wasn't wearing make-up. This was highly unusual. I kind of liked it. She bent down to pick up the bowls, her hands shaking.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah. I just…I just really hate Halloween, that's all." She straightened and tried to smile, but failed miserably. "You wanna come in?" she asked, opening the front door to her house and stepping in. I entered her house and followed her to her gigantic kitchen as she placed the bowls in the sink.
"Want one?" she asked, her voice shaking as she waved an arm to a platter of candied and caramel apples that were sitting on the counter. She appeared to be trying to distract me. It wasn't going to work.
"Why do you hate Halloween, Jaclyn?" I asked. She glanced down at her feet. For a minute, I thought she wasn't going to answer, but then she raised her head, her eyes rimmed with tears.
"Last Halloween, I went to a party with Caleb Elliot; he was my boyfriend at the time."
"You dated Caleb Elliot? Doesn't his dad, like, own this community?"
She nodded sadly. "Anyway, Caleb got up in front of everyone and told me that…" she paused as if her throat was no longer working properly. "He told me that he never really liked me. His friends dared him to go out with me and that everything he ever said to me was a lie."
"Asshole," I muttered under my breath.
"And what's worse is that when I came home that night, my parents were upset with me because I was no longer dating him. And of course the entire school took his side, which is why I don't really have any…" she trailed off.
"You have me." The words were out of my mouth before I even realized it. She gazed up at me, her eyes hopeful. "And Draco," I added as an afterthought. A small laugh escaped her lips, and I smiled back at her and reached out my hand, drawing her closer to me.
"And you have this," I said, leaning down to kiss her. She tasted like chocolate.
••• Ron •••
"Ron! Have you seen Ginny?"
I broke my gaze from the apple bobbing contest to see Bill standing above me in a fit of fury. His angry expression melted somewhat as he gave me sly grin; Noelle was sitting on my lap.
"What about Ginny?" I asked.
"The skirt she's wearing is entirely too short!" Bill raved.
I shrugged and rested my chin on Noelle's shoulder. "I dunno; I've seen shorter."
"Thank you, Ron!"
Suddenly, Ginny was with us. She was clad in boots, black tights, a denim mini skirt, a black t-shirt and had kitty ears and penciled on whiskers.
"Back off, Bill," she said, jabbing our brother in the chest with her finger. "If Ron and the twins are okay with me dressing like this, then you should be too!"
"Are you wearing underwear?" Bill asked her angrily. Ginny's mouth hung open, and I laughed into Noelle's neck.
"OF COURSE I'M WEARING UNDERWEAR!" Ginny all but screamed, causing those around us to give us odd looks.
"Bill, let's go," Tonks came up and wrapped her arms around Bill in attempt to get him to leave. "You're just here to check up on your siblings and that's not cool."
"I am not!" Bill stated, taking the drink from my hand and sniffing it suspiciously.
"It's just cider!" I told him. He took a drink and seemed satisfied, handing it back to me.
Ginny threw her hands up in exasperation and marched off to join Dean and Parvati. I noticed Dean eyeing her, and I suddenly wondered if maybe her skirt was a bit on the short side. Tonks came in front of Bill, placing her hand on his chest and gazing sternly at his face. "We're leaving," she told him.
"You just want to leave because you feel uncomfortable at the same party as your students!" Bill retaliated.
"Hey, Bill, maybe she wants to leave to give you a treat?" I told him.
Tonks turned to look at me, smirking. "If I were on duty, I'd totally give you a detention for that remark, Ron," she told me before turning back to Bill. "They'll be fine, Bill," she told him.
Bill looked at me and then turned to look at Ginny who was laughing at something Dean had said. Bill sighed, his shoulders sinking before he turned back to look at me.
"Be careful," he told me before taking Tonks' hand and walking away.
"Tonks is such a cool teacher," Noelle said very close to my ear.
"Yeah," I agreed, turning my head so that I could look at her. She looked comfortable and happy.
"Come on," she said, getting up from my lap and taking hold of my hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked, allowing her to pull me along. Seamus passed us and I gave him my cider. "Noelle?" She didn't answer. She just led me through the crowd of people and out the front door to where numerous cars were parked in Seamus' massive front lawn.
We found Old Betsy and she opened the door to the backseat and crawled in. I hesitated for a second, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby before getting in as well.
She smiled at me and tugged lightly at the front of my shirt, pulling me forward so that she could kiss me. We kissed for a few minutes, her hand on my chest and mine on her waist. "Ron," she whispered between kisses. "Touch me."
My brain was momentarily confused; I was touching her. Then, her hand left my chest and guided my hand under her shirt and upwards until it came in contact with what felt like lace. And then my brain just stopped working completely. Still kissing her, I leaned forward until she was lying down and I was on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me as I kissed my way to her neck, trying to figure out what she liked and what she didn't; she was different from Hermione.
I was just about to take off my shirt in the hopes that she would follow suit when the front car door opened and Ginny got in.
"Shit! Could my life get any worse?" she swore as she looked in the rearview mirror and saw us. Noelle immediately pushed me into a sitting position; she was blushing furiously, her eyes staring apologetically at Ginny who looked like she might be sick.
"Sorry, Ginny. We're done. Do you wanna go home? Ron take us home."
I shifted uncomfortably. "Um, yeah, I think I'm just going to, um, sit back here." I reached into my pocket for my keys. "You can, um, drive, Noelle."
"Ron, why are you being such a…" Ginny spat, turning around to face me; however, her eyes flickered to my uncomfortable jeans and she immediately faced the front again, looking traumatized. "I'm going to ask someone else to drive me home," she said very quietly before bolting from the car.
"Well," said Noelle after a few minutes of silence. "That could have gone worse."
••• Ginny •••
I walked away from Old Betsy on shaky legs, my arms wrapped around myself and tears filling my eyes. I felt as though I was going to be sick or something. After I was a safe distance from the car that my brother was fornicating in, I stopped and sat down on the ground, allowing my tears to fall freely and cradling my head in my hands.
"Time heals all wounds."
My head snapped up to see Luna sitting next to me. Neville was standing beside us, car keys in his hand.
"Ginny, are you okay?" he asked.
"She's wonderful. Beautiful," Luna replied, brushing the hair back from my face and handing me a tissue.
"I'm not wonderful," I croaked, using the tissue to wipe my nose. "I'm a horrible person. Everyone's moving on but me. I just can't seem to let go!" Admitting this caused me to cry even harder; Luna wrapped her arms around me and allowed me to cry onto her shirt.
"You like to keep the ones you love close to you; there's nothing wrong with that," she said.
I sniffled and sat up. "I'm sorry, you guys. I'm keeping you from the party."
"Nah," Neville said, waving his hand. "We were just leaving. Parties aren't really our thing."
"Do you want a ride home?" Luna asked. I glanced at the two of the hopefully.
"Yeah, come on, Gin," Neville said, helping me up. "You're house is on the way to Luna's. It's no problem at all."
They led me to Neville's car and within minutes we were on the road. The windows were open and the cool breeze was very refreshing to me; it dried my eyes at least. Neville and Luna didn't talk, but Luna occasionally glanced back at me, offering me a slight smile.
"Thanks, you guys," I said once they pulled up to my house. "For everything."
"Anytime, Ginny," Neville replied.
I watched them drive away before going inside through the laundry room.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked, coming into the kitchen where I found a pajama-clad Bill and George making what appeared to be a frozen pizza as a midnight snack.
"I am waiting for you and Ron to come home," Bill stated. "He's hungry," he added, nodding towards George.
"You didn't go home with Tonks?" I asked, gazing at Bill questioningly. Bill blushed furiously.
"Ginny, Weasley men wait until marriage," Bill announced lamely.
"Oh really? They do?" I asked skeptically, an image of Ron and Noelle in the backseat flashing through my mind.
George snorted as he leaned over to take the pizza out of the oven. "Bill, Ginny's not five. And I think she knows that Weasley men do not wait until marriage."
"Believe me, I know more than I want to," I groaned.
Both Bill's and George's heads snapped up. "What?" they asked simultaneously.
I blushed. "I kind of walked in on Ron and Noelle making out tonight. They were fully clothed and stuff but…Ron was really excited."
To my utter dismay, both Bill and George burst out laughing. "Poor Ron," George said.
"Poor Ron?" I asked. "What about poor Ginny?"
"Ginny, you used to take baths with Ron," George reasoned. "You've seen it before."
"Yes, but I haven't seen it like…GRAH!" I threw my arms up into the air in frustration, stalked to the table and sat down moodily. Bill and George joined me with their pizza, completely at ease.
"You didn't answer my question," I told Bill at last. He gazed at me curiously, his mouth full of pizza. "Why you didn't go home with Tonks."
"I told you," he said, looking down at his plate. "I had to be here to make sure you and Ron came home."
"Wait, so you really are dating Tonks?" George cut in.
Bill nodded.
"Huh," George stated. "I always got the touchy feely friends vibe from you two."
"We're just going slow," Bill replied lamely. Luckily he didn't need to say anything else because Ron chose that moment to come home. I immediately faced George so that I wouldn't have to look at Ron.
"Ginny, we're sorry," Ron sighed. I heard him approach the table and sit in the seat next to me. "We'll never make out within close proximity to you again!"
I 'humphed' in reply.
"So, uh, Ron, did you and Noelle finish?" Bill asked.
"Huh?" Ron replied; he really was clueless sometimes.
"You know…should we wake Fred up, call Charlie over and celebrate?" George added.
"I don't get what you're…"
"They're surreptitiously asking you whether or not you lost your virginity yet!" I snapped, turning so that I faced the table again.
"Oh," Ron said softly. "No."
"You better get cracking, man," George said, taking another bite of pizza. "All of us lost our virginities at sixteen. Even Percy."
"Even Percy?" Ron was very white.
"Don't pressure him," I told them, getting up from the table. "And after tonight, I never want to hear about any of my brothers' sex lives again! As of now you're all asexual!"
•••
From: Ginny
Sent: Nov 1st, 1:45 AM
To: Draco
Subject: I really miss things
Draco,
I really need you right now.
Ginny
•••
End Author's Note: Sorry for not having any Hermione/Krum in this chapter. I have room, but not time seeing as it's late at night and I have to work all day tomorrow. I'm also sorry that there's only one e-mail. Don't worry, that's not going to be a trend or anything. The next chapter will have the normal amount of e-mails, but at the moment, I just can't think of what the others have to say to each other.