1Untitled Part Two

"Ronny my goodness, what in the hell is taking you so long? Are you growing some bloody boobs?"

Thorn called upstairs, he waited for a little while, then finally gave up and retreated back into the living room.

Trey showed up at 4:00 on the dot, sporting a new outfit, new hair cut (much to Thorns dismay) and freshly cut sunflowers. And it was now 7:00, he was sitting downstairs on the coach adjacent to Hermione, who had a sly and knowing look on her face. Ruffling his hair, he let out a long sigh fueled with embarrassment.

"Go on, laugh. I know you want to"

And she did, by the time Thorn had made it back she was on the floor clutching to her abdomen in pain. He looked from Trey to Linn in questioning, but Trey just dismissed him with a vengeful look. Seeing this Thorn couldn't help but chuckle at his obviously uncomfortable brother. He stepped over Linn and took her place on the arm chair.

"So . . . where are you taking her?"

Trey looked up at his older sibling in alarm.

"Taking her? What are you talking about? You invited me over for dinner. And I can explain the flowers, they're for . . . the house"

Thorn let out a belch of laughter, and threw his head back in merriment.

"Trey, darling, how long have I known you? Yes, that's right. Your whole life, and that includes the nine months of floating around in fluids. I mean after all you can't insure a child's good sense of fashion unless you school them early . . . Oh I remember the days. Oh look at me ! You have me digressing, you filthy tramp. Haha, sweetling where are you taking her? I know you have something planned. You always did when it came to our dearest Ronny. I mean for Christ's sake I'm gay, how many more flowers could I need? Linn, darling would you please get off the floor, you do have a rather attractive bum but I don't want to spend the rest of the night looking at it"

Hermione complied, and settled herself on the arm of the chair.

"That's a good girl, now as I was saying. Trey, my beloved . . . it's quite obvious you want to bang the girl's brain out"

"Thorn you don't know anything"

Thorn feigned hurt for a moment, then merely laughed the comment off.

"Fine, I may not know anything, but you certainly know I'm right. Don't you love?"

Muscles tight, and jaw locked, Trey had a hard time finding a response. He didn't know what to do, he tried his damn best not to be to obvious about his lingering feelings for Ronny, and he tried his best to not look at her like that or look at her at all. For a year now he had been forcing himself to attempt at getting over the girl. Because he knew that his residual feelings wouldn't fair well with the newly turned lesbian. After all, the only reason they weren't together was because of his stupidity and rather large phallus.

His brother knew all of this, if not even more. There was nothing more he could do.

But stop.

He stood up, standing tall above the two, and with a solemn nod he quickly exited the large flat. Throwing the flowers on the couch. Thorn looked after his dejected brother with a serious demeanor, worry written all over his face. He looked back to the forgotten Sunflowers that lay on the couch, and let out a long sigh resting back on the armchair.

"Why can he never get a right?"

He whispered, trying to block the headache that was fast approaching.

"Where is he?"

Ronny stood in the doorway, looking as pretty as a picture. She wore an original, a dress Thorn had made her a long time ago. It was a sleeveless white lace mini dress, which accentuated her curves and showed off her long legs.

"Where is he!"

She looked around the room for a moment, then met with Thorns grave eyes. A surge of panic evading her senses.

"No, where is he?"

Immediately sensing drama, Linn quietly escaped to the kitchen, knowing that what was about to take place was very well none of her business.

"I wasn't here at the beginning of it, so what right do I have to interject now?"

She muttered to herself as she poured herself some tea. Sipping the hot drink, she perched herself on the counter and placed 'Hogwarts History' in her lap.

Bad habits never die I see.

Oh bugger off.

So are you prepared for this?

Oh give me a bloody break, school doesn't start until September, I still have a couple of weeks to go. And besides, I have the whole support team coming with me. There's no need for a dramatic thing like you.

Fine.

A slab of paranoia invaded her mind. She wasn't used to 'The Voice' giving up so quickly.

"Oh well, might as well live it up while it lasts."

---

"Thorn? Please tell me he's here."

Ronny was practically begging for some sign of reassurance from the seated man, and when seeing none, her knees buckled out from underneath her and she fell to the floor with an uncommon sob. Thorn was immediately by her side. She held onto him in desperation, wailing into his dress.

"Where is he?"

"He's gone sweetheart."

She cried even louder, feeling the sudden pang of rejection. Tonight was supposed to be a new start, he had called her the night before and asked her out to dinner, apologizing for his irrational behavior at the Hotel, all the while admonishing her for her successful attempt at seduction. They had continued on to talk for at least three hours after that. Reminiscing about old times, and planning the next night.

All her hope, and wishes crumbled down in her face as the cold realization crept up her spine.

"He doesn't really want me"

"No, no, shush. Honey, look at me."

He tilted her head up with his manicured fingers, a stern look on his face.

"He didn't leave because of you, I want you to know that. It has never been because of you. You are absolute perfection to him Ronny. You're a jewel. He's just afraid he'll mess up again. Won't even give himself the chance. I know for a fact he'd kill himself if he ever even thought about repeating his actions two years ago. Oh my angel, dry those terrible tears. You didn't waste a good two hours working on that fantastic make up!"

He stood up, pulling her up with him.

"Put on a coat darling. We're going on a mission. Linn We're going out to party, and you're coming along"

Linn emerged from the kitchen with a cup of tea and an inquisitive look on her face. He grabbed both of the girls and darted upstairs screaming.

"VOGUE TIME"

---

Hermione, being Hermione and underage had never been to a nightclub before, and didn't think tonight would make much of a difference, for one.

She was only 16.

But every time she asked Thorn about this he just laughed and said.

"It doesn't matter how old you are my pet as long as you're with me you'll get in with no problem"

His long black hair was pulled back into jagged and messy pigtails, adding a touch of Porn Star to his already scandalous outfit.

Bright pink stilettos, a white mini-mini-mini skirt, and a blue corset. He proudly fiddled with his simulated cleavage which he claimed was 'all the rage here in Soho'. He had also dressed Hermione to her substantial dismay. In only 30 minutes, he had managed to curl her hair into a ball of silk and sew a dress for her.

Will wonders never cease?

It was a sleeveless short black mini dress, much like Ronny's (who had stayed completely silent through Thorns proud, confidant and wonderfully queer rampage) with nothing but two pieces of white chiffon to hold it up. She difficulty wobbled behind Thorn as her own shoes attempted to murder her.

"Thorn are you sure about these shoes? I'm not sure how I feel about being 6 ft tall."

The trio stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the light to turn red so they could safely pass. Thorn laughed at Linn's comment and claimed.

"Darling remember my little saying? The longer the legs-"

"The faster the erection . . . "

She sighed, leaning onto to the traffic light for a quick rest from the 5 inch heels. As soon as the light turned red they were off, Thorn strutted his stuff down the zebra crossing as if it were a runway, teasing his fake Versache coat as if he were modeling.

"There it is, there's my home . . . "

The first thing Hermione saw were lights, lots and lots of lights. All different colors and all neon, they surrounded a huge neon sign that said in proud intense letters 'FAIRY'.

The line was outrageous, and Hermione immediately paled as she looked on at the onslaught of people trying to get in.

"Thorn. We'll never make it in there. Have you seen the line?"

"Oh I've seen it darling, isn't it sexy?"

She decided to keep her worries to herself from then on, Thorn appeared to be high and Ronny was just depressed.

I'll just have to take things as they come, as they come. I can do this, as they come. No freaking out, all I have to do is trust Thorn. Trust . . . trust . . . oh my god is that a dinosaur?

Hermione's thought immediately became centered on what seeming like an intimidating robotic dinosaur. It only reached about 3 ft, but the way it swung that bat around menacingly you knew not to go near it.

And much to her chagrin they were heading straight toward it.

"Oh Gregory"

Thorn cooed, the midget dinosaur turned around with a snarl then almost immediately followed it with a squeal.

"THORN! Oh! You look amazing ! You haven't been here in weeks ! Where the hell have you been ! Christ we all missed you ! Especially Rolando !"

Hermione peeked from Thorns side, looking at what appeared to be a midget woman in a dinosaur suit. Thorn and the female (at least what she hoped was a female) chatted for a little while before the woman pushed through the crowds and led them through the front door. The doorman was to be expected, a big bulky man with shades and silver knuckles on.

"Hello Emsy"

Thorn patted him on the shoulder as he walked by and his greeting was replied with a cheerful grunt as the triplet disappeared through the doors.

Hermione felt the cold air rushing toward her as soon as the doors were closed, the music vibrated everything around her as the heavy bass line of the trance music evaded her ear drums. She mimicked Thorn who appeared to be having the time of his life already and took of her coat.

"Ronny?"

Ronny, looked up at Thorn with a dispirited smile.

"Go find him"

He grabbed onto Linn's hand and rushed down the stairs, and practically dived into the throng of wild dancers.

"Honey! Welcome to paradise"

Thorn gripped onto her hand warmly, trying to alleviate what fear he could from the poor girl.

Hermione looked around her wide eyed, both men, women and drag queens danced feverishly to the beat of the music as strobe lights and balloons invaded every crevice on the club. Thorn led Linn to the bar, head bobbing to the music he shouted out to the bartender.

"Oh Kylie! Give me a marvelously gay Cosmopolitan and this child a Virgin Margarita!"

Kylie nodded and prepared the drinks, his young and thin hips moving to the music. Thorn kept his eyes to the mans ass, a dreamy smile set on his face. He gave the boy a lusty look as he served the drink gulping it down in one swift motion, he then dragged Hermione of to the nearest vacant booth.

"Darling! LOOK! You are in Utopia! Every gay man, fashion fopa, hip know it all, trendy social climbers, and rich billionaires can be found here! In the haven of Fairy ! Oh my sweet, isn't it fantastic! Can you smell the SEX!"

Her eyes were still glued to the dance floor, as she watched as what seemed like thousands of both men and women, moved in unison to the music.

Seeing where her eyes were connected, Thorn smiled and said.

"Wanna dance?"

---

First she was ditched by her would be boyfriend, and then by her self-proclaimed gay guru and his adverse sidekick. Ronny had no where else to turn but to alcohol.

"I suppose I could've followed Thorns advice, and gone looking for Trey, I mean he does work here after all. But that would be a disaster, he doesn't love me . . . little fucker"

She waltzed up to the bar and demanded a Vodka, Kylie having known her a good four years knew better than to argue. She chugged down the drink in a second, and sat down at the bar stool. Eyes roaming the night club.

Kylie peered at her as he served another customer, she looked fabulous as always. Hair, face and oh god that body. He licked his lips as he noted that her dress was practically see through.

"Kylie?"

She called out, her back was faced toward him as she scanned the crowds.

"Yes?"

He attentively answered, eyes still roaming.

"Would you do me?"

He practically choked on air, looking at her as if she was crazy.

"Would you Kylie?"

She swung around, obviously getting drunk. Taking his hand, she placed it on her chest.

"Would you enjoy it Kylie?"

He groaned as she moved his hand to her chest, then lower.

"I break in five minutes"

He whispered, hardly believing that he had gotten such a lucky chance.

"See you in the back then"

She smirked then pranced off, knowing fully well that his eyes were fixed on her ass. Ronny walked through the dance floor with a smirk on her face. Kylie really wasn't what she wanted but he would have to do.

She slipped into the supply room unobtrusively, and leaned against the wall. Surveying the cracked ceiling as she began to rethink her thoughts.

"Ok, so I'm drunk, horny and desperate. Can I really find any other reason to not do this man? I mean he's perfectly clean, I've known him forever and I need a quick self-esteem fuck. That doesn't make me a bad person does it?"

Memories of Trey began to invade her mind, she thought of him constantly. No matter what she was doing, it wasn't like she could help it, she was or is in love with him.

"And it won't go away, I don't even think I want it to"

She couldn't understand him though, there where millions of times where he came so close to making everything perfect again, but then he'd just run away, just like tonight. And Thorn never gave her any information. He just sat there and cradled her in his arms trying to comfort, and it's not like she wasn't grateful for the Queens help.

She just needed a little more of it.

She stood up straight with purpose when she heard the door knob turn.

It was now or never.

---

Hermione soon loosened up as soon as she hit the dance floor, swinging with joy. She and Thorn tangoed across the floor effortlessly. Not minding the throng of people, they had to push through. Thorn continued to smile, also having the time of his life.

"Oh darling! I haven't been here in what seems like years!"

She laughed at his exaggeration as they glided across the floor.

"You know Linn, they are some amazing sexy straight men out here . . . "

"Thorn, would you please desist!"

She shouted over the blaring speakers, he laughed and replied.

"You're gonna get laid and you're gonna like it honey! It's the way of the world!"

"Excuse me?"

Someone tapped on Thorns shoulder, calling for his attention. In compliance Thorn turned around to meet the tear stained eyes of his brother.

Both stopped dancing, and stared at Trey in iron shock.

"We have a table."

Thorn quickly moved off of the dance floor and the two followed him.

Hermione was lost once again, and tried to piece the bits together when they sat down at the booth. She was in the middle of the two brothers and still had no idea what was going on.

They began to talk, and as she looked from one sibling to the other, the topic of conversation looked fairly serious.

Tuning her attention elsewhere she noted that the barman was gone and had been replaced by a girl/man.

Oh, she's pretty.

Not taking any notice of his charges wandering attention, Thorn glared seriously at his younger brother, who could do nothing but look at his own hands he had placed in his lap.

"Why did you leave?"

He had made the first move, and now waited impatiently for a response.

"Because, it wouldn't have worked out."

Slamming the table in frustration Thorn began his speech.

"Trey, I have tried my damned hardest to stay out of this one. I have enough drama with Linn on my plate, I need nor want to be cleaning up after all of your silly mistakes. She was absolutely heartbroken when she came down the stairs and you weren't there, and she looked fabulous to. That dress I made her was brilliant . . . "

"It looked even better on the floor . . . "

"What?"

"She's in the supply room, with Kylie."

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT! THAT TWO-TIMING HUSSY! Linn! I will be right back!"

He marched off with a malicious aura, leaving Trey and Linn in his wake. Trying to ease the tensions Linn attempted at communication.

"So . . . what job at you getting at Hogwarts?"

Trey looked up at her as if she had just noticed her presence, his eyes looking her up and down. Making Linn feel all the more uncomfortable. He was drunk, it was so obvious, but she hoped that drunk Trey would be as obsessed with Ronny, as drunk Ronny was with him.

He sighed and stared off in the opposite direction.

"I'll be helping Thorn. I'll be teaching the normal stuff. He's decided to start Sex-Ed. I don't really know how well that would fare with the old man. But you can't argue with a flaming queer like Thorn now can you?"

He laughed at his own joke, running his hands through his hair as if to massage the pain away.

"Haha . . . yeah . . . "

Not knowing what else to do or say, Linn remained quiet. Her fingers interlaced with the chiffon of her dress.

"So what's this school like?"

He asked, like he was taking an actual interest in it.

"It's a gigantic castle, with millions of rooms and chambers and ever dungeons. It's on an island, surrounded by is a equally monstrous lake with all sorts of things in it. Animals like Giant 'magical' octopuses, and ferocious sharks that aren't so ferocious when you get close enough. There's just so much at Hogwarts, I don't think I could explain it very well."

"I understand, that Professor guy showed me pictures, or what looked like pictures. Ya see, normal pictures don't move. Had me all tripped out there"

She laughed at his jokes, glad that he hadn't tried to jump her yet.

"Don't worry Linn. I'm not looking to get laid tonight. I really am sorry for last time though. A bit to many shots of vodka."

He laid back, and put his head in her lap, seeming to fall asleep. She stayed frigid for a moment, then noted that he actually had fallen asleep she became at ease again. Softly wiping away his dried tears with her dress.

She had never seen a man cry before.

And she thought it was the saddest thing she had ever seen.

---

Thorn barged into the supply room without restraint, an odious snarl on his face. Ronny had been pushed up against the wall, she was bare naked and loving it. And Kylie wasn't holding anything back, four years of sexual yearning had been building up just for this occasion. Neither of them noticed the drag queen who seemed to be on fire standing at the doorway.

"YOU BLOODY CUNT!"

He howled, feeling anger more than anything. Kylie promptly dropped Ronny to the floor, grabbed his clothes and ran. His first three months at Fairy had taught him a lot about the infamous Queen of the Queers, he had seen many a bitch fits, and got caught in the cross fire of all of them. And didn't really feel the need to go through one more.

He bolted with a quick apology and a bare bum, leaving Ronny alone in the guilty corner. She sighed out the world and picked up her dress, managing to put it back on before Thorn could do anymore. It was dismally crumpled, decorated with a large black smudge on the front.

"Probably where he pushed me up against the wall"

She muttered, surveying the damage.

"Ronny."

Thorn stood tall and arrogant in front of her, arms crossed in a prissy huff. She rolled her eyes at the man, and attempted to clean up her clearly ruined dress.

"Ronny, you straight ding bat. Look at me!"

She continued to ignore him, looking around the room for her lost right heel.

"God damn it! He saw you! If you were going to be a right bitch and get laid by someone else could you at least have done it somewhere private?"

She froze in her tracks, not wanting to look up at her disappointed friend.

"He saw me?"

"Yes you little fuck-face he saw you! And you know how he's feeling right now? The same way you felt a couple of hours ago . . . I'm tired of this. You're both incompetent little fools! And I am tired of being in the middle. I refuse to clean up after you! FIX THIS BITCH YOURSELF!"

---

"Are we ready?"

That night had been chaotic, Trey left soon after Thorn had marched off, claiming he was off to bed, and after Thorn came back from wherever he had gone off to, and he wasn't in the mood for communication. They left soon after that, with Thorn claiming that he simply wasn't in the mood for partying. And to Hermione, in adult language that meant he was getting old, but it sure as hell didn't look like it. Hermione hadn't heard from either Ronny or Trey for a good week, and Thorn of course wasn't giving up any info, for the first time since she had known him it seemed like a. he didn't really care and b. he really didn't know.

Thorn quietly applied his make-up in the bathroom mirror, choosing to ignore his charges question. They were off to Diagon again, and it was all Linn's idea. She stood in the middle of the doorway, patiently waiting for her assumed parent to finish up. For the first time in what seemed like years, she had chosen the outfit herself, not feeling up to Thorns commands in the early hours of the morning. It was 'The Pregnant Dress', it was black, with simple Japanese embroidery along the hem line. The only part of his body it stuck to was her chest, and she appreciated the freedom it gave her with the rest of her limbs.

"Done"

Thorn declared with a triumphant smirk.

"You look like a slut"

He declared, still smiling at the girl. She glared at him for a moment, but said nothing as she picked up her jacket and walked out the door.

"But a very pretty one"

He added as they made their way down the stairs. Hermione preferred to take the stairs to the elevator much to Thorns dismay.

"Oh come off it Thorn! You'll thank me for the exercise"

He scoffed at her and replied.

"Bitch that's what the sex is for"

She laughed as they got down to the lobby and progressed onto the cold street.

"Lead the way darling"

He said, lifting up the collar of his coat to protect his ears.

"It's an usually cold day isn't it? Sometimes I wished I lived in America, where summer is actually sunny."

Hermione pronounced as she mimicked his maneuvers.

"And the men are actually m-e-n. Oh I was one of the lucky few to be blessed with an American penis. Christ I don't know what I'd do with a 4 inch, and all this rubbish the British are coming up with about gay men liking the smaller penis. Oh please! Just trying to save face, if I did have a small British prick (which I don't) I'd be proud AND patriotic. And probably straight..."

He continued to go on about his insane theories, not noticing Linns obvious lack on interest. She had learnt long ago about Thorn and his talks, just like his prudish fits, they seemed to go on forever. She looked back at the talking man, noting his lack of feminine qualities.

"Left your breasts at home?"

"Oh! How rude of you to interrupt, my babies are only for the night sweetie. Think of them as night predators...looking for a good fuck"

"You've been wearing them all week Thorn, everywhere!"

"I was trying them out darling..."

"Oh and the butcher was to? That poor man...I can't believe you made him feel your imaginary chest up..."

"Oh don't be such a prune, he enjoyed it. My gay-dar goes off every time I'm around that tub of butter, he wants my sexy body and I know that for a fact."

She rolled her eyes at him and said.

"Everyone wants your body don't they? Including the inanimate objects."

"Ohhh, not only is she a prodigy, but she can spit out venom at will. Well aren't you a right Wonder Woman? Ops, looks like you're missing a few CUPS!"

He impromptely grabbed her chest, giving her right breast a good squeeze before he took off. She dashed after him like a mad woman screaming.

"YOU WISHED YOU HAD A PAIR OF THESE!"

He laughed like a hyena and screamed back.

"OH BUT I DO DEAREST! THEY'RE NICE AND ROUND AND MUCH FIRMER!"

Authors Note: Hogwarts and the trip to Diagon will be in the next chapter. Thank you all very much. For staying with me for such a long time. I really do appreciate it.