Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter but I do own any OC's you see in this story (there's going to be a lot of them!)

Key:
This- Journal entries
This- Memories
This- Modern world
000- Scene break

Chapter Five

First Job

Harry woke the next day feeling more content than he could ever remember feeling since he rejoined the wizarding world on his eleventh birthday. Of course, thought Harry with a soft chuckle, five rounds of sex with Hermione would tire out any man. With one last smile, Harry left his crimson and gold bedsheets and headed for the loo.

After completing his morning rituals, Harry quietly crept out of Gryffindor tower and down to the Great Hall. Pushing the doors open, Harry silently took in the other early arrivers already chowing down on their breakfasts. Sitting down on a bench, Harry took two croissants from one of the golden platters in the middle of the highly polished Gryffindor table.

He was nearly done with his first flaky pastry and second cup of tea when he heard the large double doors open, admitting even more early risers. From the corner of his eye, he could see Hermione enter with Luna.

"Hi, Harry!" said Hermione bouncing up to the Chosen One with a nearly tangible glow emanating from her beaming face.

"H-Hi..." said Harry, slightly unnerved by how... enthusiastic... his best friend was. He had never seen her so relaxed.

Luna simply peered at Hermione with a vague interest. "Hermione, you look simply wonderful, I suppose multiple orgasms would do that to any girl - not that I can speak from experience having never so much as been kissed by a boy... Harry, I know you're not exclusively with Hermione, so if you want to take me for a ride I'll be more than happy to accommodate you."

Luna's gift for bluntness was apparently in fine working order because, as her statement continued, Harry and Hermione continued to go even more red. "L-Luna!" hissed Hermione, looking scandalized. "That's a secret!" she said, not bothering to deny it; their reactions had instantly given them up.

"Oh." said Luna, slowly looking around. "I suppose I can see why you two would want to keep this a secret. I don't think anyone heard me though, so you should be safe."

"How did you know?" asked Harry after his surprise faded.

"Both of your heads are surrounded by Wrackspurts." said Luna airily. "Coupled with how sated the two of you are and the strength of your friendship, it was easy to guess that you had taken care of each other's needs."

Hermione took a deep breath, and, for a second, Harry thought that his brunette lover would get into yet another debate on the existence of Luna's fanciful creatures, but he was pleasantly surprised when she simply exhaled and invited the willowy blonde to join them for breakfast.

Roughly half an hour later they were accompanied by Ron and a giggling Lavender. Conversation was stilted , as Harry and Hermione felt that they couldn't talk openly infront of Ron's gossip queen girlfriend. Luna, of course, seldom used her brain filter, so she talked openly of nearly everything, except Harry and Hermione's shagging.

At the end of breakfast, when even Ron's hunger was sated, a terrified looking firstie with mousy brown hair shuffled his way toward the quartet. "Um, excuse me." said the young boy in a slightly high-pitched voice. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you." he handed Harry a scroll of rolled parchment secured with a red strip of cloth. Harry took the scroll and thanked the lad who speed off with a squeaked: "you're welcome!"

Lavender looked at the scroll with great interest. "What's that, Harry?"

Harry, who had opened the letter and had been grinning at the contents, shut it quickly. "N-nothing, Lavender. Just a note from Dumbledore asking to see me after dinner."

"Why are you having a meeting with the Headmaster?"

Harry, trying to look nonchalant, simply shrugged, stood, and gathered his bag of books for the day. "C'mon, let's get to class. Ron, I'm sure you want to have some alone time with Lav, so why don't you drop her off at Divination and meet us at Potions."

Ron, catching the drift, nodded and led Lavender out of the hall, picking up Parvati, who had been eating with her sister, on the way. Harry and Hermione also left the hall and the moment they were alone, they called two elves who transported them to the Reading Room with a soft pop.

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Harry and Hermione appeared nearly silently and with a practiced ease they thanked the house elves, separated, and went to their seats to wait for Ron who appeared a few minutes later.

Silently, Harry stood and tapped the Grimoire, bringing forth it's lilting voice.

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That was the last time I ever saw Elfradr. Years later, I returned to that little house in the woods and found the burnt out husk of my mentor's cabin. I never knew what happened to that old Viking but I suppose that's for the best; as I'm... content, if not happy with all my memories of that man.

Well, anyway, after gaining enough distance from Elfradr's house, I found myself in a forest clearing pondering what to do with my life. I had the fledgling skills to survive in the forest, but at the same time... I wanted more. I wanted to live up to my namesake. I am Amoda, and as I wrote earlier, my name practically screams adventure!

My decision made, I started planning...

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Amoda sat, cross legged, at the bank of a bubbling stream that cut through the leafy-green foliage. Birds were chirping and insects were buzzing providing an ambiance that said all too clearly that you were miles from civilization.

Amoda sighed and grabbed for the map that Elfradr had given her. Opening it, she examined the hand-drawn reference for the first time. It was printed on heavy-duty parchment and showed the land surrounding Elfradr's cottage which lay smack dab in the middle of the map. After a few moments Amoda found her position in relation to how far the nearest town was. Her course set, the novice ranger stood and looked to the sun, it was past noon now, judging from her shadow. She set of in an eastwardly direction, hoping that she could make it to the small village marked on her map before night fall.

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The memory faded for a moment before being replaced by a new one.

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Amoda walked rather sluggishly down a dirt road that was surrounded on both sides by a large field of grass. She must have been traveling for some time as the sun was setting behind her and fire-flies would sporadically light up, interrupting the twilight.

The ranger looked up from the ground and her icy blue eyes widened. She pulled her hood off her her head and looked to the horizon. Amoda took a deep breath and smiled, she could smell baking bread and knew that civilization was just moments away. Amoda took off at a brisk clip, the prospect of a hearty bowl of stew and crusty bread filling her with new vigor.

A few moments into her jog Amoda could see the outskirts of the unnamed village; several cottages with smoking chimneys dotted the horizon. The ground became more hard packed and bare where heavy traffic would pass by on a daily basis. Following her nose, Amoda eventually tracked the smell of the food to a small building, never noticing the stares her or her weapons and attire were getting.

Amoda peeled the skin away from the entrance of the building. It was rather plain on the inside; just a bar being wiped down by a man, there was a second doorway where the smell of bread was the strongest. Several places to sit were arranged in front of the bar. On the wall perpendicular to the entrance was a collection of papers nailed to a soft piece of wood.

"Hello!" said the barman, looking up from his cleaning. "What can I get you?" At that moment, Amoda's stomach gave an almighty growl making the barman laugh, his belly jiggling and his bearded face going a ruddy red color. "So you're hungry, then?" Amoda nodded sheepishly, her face crimson. "Well have a seat, I'll be with you in a moment."

Amoda took the stool and table next to the wreath of papers hanging on the wall. She reached out and started leafing through the notices, her eyes slowly going wider.

"Find something interesting, lassie?" Amoda squeaked and dropped the papers she had been holding. Once again, the barman started laughing. "You looked like you were pretty focused on those Writs."

"W-Writs, sir?" asked Amoda, bending over to pick up the scattered papers.

"Come now lass, you must've noticed that they were bounties and marks, letters written by the local Jarl ordering the capture or death for dangerous creatures or people." the man nodded. "Good money to be made, becoming a Hunter."

Amoda took another look at the papers in her hand and quickly read over the top one:

By order of Jarl Balgruff the Greater!

A band of Goblin Raiders have massacred fort Red Hawk! The Jarl hath commanded me, his Housecarl, Irileth, to pen a Writ of Execution for these monstrous brigands. They were last seen in a cave west of the fort in question.

If golden rewards you seek, then scout the area and either capture or kill these beasts before the end of the month.

(If they are killed then you must present proof of the deed to claim your reward.)

Amoda turned incredulous eyes to the barman. "G-goblins?"

The shop's proprietor nodded gravely, "Aye, the Uruk. Terrible beasts they are." the man sighed before wiping his hands on his cleaning cloth. "But you don't want any of that. Come now, what can I get you, by the smell of it, my son's finished a fresh batch of bread-"

"-Oh but it does interest me!" exclaimed Amoda. "I'm looking to put my skills to the test, and if I can get a nice stack of coin then all the better!"

The barman cast an appraising eye over Amoda. "Right, have you any experience?"

Amoda started a nod but her confidence quickly died and she simply shrugged. "Sorta, sir. Y'see, a Viking warrior trained me for two months, but I've never killed anything but that night's dinner before."

"Well," said the barman, a plan forming in his mind. "Being taught by a hardened Viking is more credentials than most Hunters start with... Tell you what, I'll sell you some healing tonics and an Expolding Potion my sister made with your dinner, They might give you a leg up on those goblins."

"Is your sister a witch, sir?" exclaimed Amoda, wide eyed; Elfradr had told her a little of the powerful practitioners who could easily demolish entire companies of warriors from a distance.

"No, no..." said the Barman with a slight chuckle. "She has a bit of a sixth sense, and is a fair hand at potions, but she can't actually cast spells." The barman tossed his rag over his shoulder where it landed on the bar, then he pulled a stool to Amoda's table and sat down. "So how about it, dinner and those potions would run you two silver Sickles and four bronze Knuts."

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"Sickles!" exclaimed Ron. "He's a muggle! What can he do with wizard gold?"

Harry perked up; he was just as curious as Ron.

"Ron," admonished Hermione in exhasperation. "Muggles used wizard money alongside their own currency before the Statute of Secrecy was ratified in the sixteen hundreds. It was the only way they could buy the services of a magical when it came to healing, warding, or protection."

Ron and Harry nodded and turned their attention back to the journal.

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Amoda sighed after a long silence. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any money..."

The barman leaned back heavily and rested his hands on his gut, "Then we have a problem..." If Amoda had looked harder, then she would've noticed the Barman's slight smirk under his beard.

Amoda perked up. "What if you give me the food and potions in trust and I'll give you a portion of the reward money?"

"Hmmm..." said the barman quietly. "Now, don't take this the wrong way, because you seem like a lass who's on the up and up, but the answer's going to have to be a no." Amoda's shoulders slumped. "If you were more accomplished, then I'd be willing to take your word that you'd succeed, but since you -are- a greenhorn then I can't put that amount of trust in a total stranger. I mean, what if you fail and die? Then I'd be out of some very valuable potions..."

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The journal paused itself and it's lilting, feminine voice sounded in the silent reading room.

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That was the first time that I really thought of what I was just about to do; was I really ready to just throw myself into danger? All for a few coins? I could easily test my skills by hunting game, why should I be the one to chase down dangerous beasts? That was the job of the Jarl's soldiers, not a fifteen year old girl with only two months training.

I suppose that that was one of those defining moments of life where your destiny rests on just one split second decision...

Just for clarification, I went after the little blighters, It'd be a boring story if it ended before it really began!

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Amoda sighed, "If you could spare some water, sir, I'll try and catch my own dinner tonight. Then figure out what to do about the goblins in the morning..."

The barman's eyebrows rose. "Just a minute, lass. I said we have a problem, not that all was lost. If you're willing to do something important for me, then we can work something out and I might be able to spot you that meal and those potions."

Amoda's head whipped upwards. "What do you want me to do?"

The bartender looked around before nodding to himself and leaning forward. "Take my son's virginity. Tonight."

Amoda's mouth dropped open and she turned red. "W-WHAT!"

"Shhh!" hissed the barman, his hands in a shushing gesture, "I don't want my wife or sister to know about this. My son is set to be married next month, y'see. But I've just heard rumors that the girl I contracted him to wed has already had sex even though she's only fourteen. I don't want my son going into this unprepared for an experienced woman, and it's too late to call the whole thing off; there would be scandal for both families..."

Red faced, Amoda looked down at the table and thought hard for a moment. Suddenly, her stomach gave another almighty lurch and let out a loud growl. Her decision made, Amoda raised her head and looked the barman in the eye. "I'll do it."

The barman smiled, "Great!"

Amoda sighed at his enthusiasm. "How do you want me to do this? Do you want to call him out here and give us some time alone, or..." she trailed off.

"No," said the barman, shaking his head, "This requires a more snea-subtle way. Remember that I want this done to avoid scandal, getting caught now would burst the whole thing wide open."

They were silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, when Amoda spoke up. "Where does he sleep?" she asked quietly, still unable to believe that she was actually going through with this.

The barman smiled, catching Amoda's drift. "He's living in the single room hut behind this building until his wedding then he's moving into a lodge with his bride on the other side of this town." he nodded. "You'll want to be careful; If the town guard see you slipping into his house they'll attack first and ask questions later." Amoda gulped. "Now how about that dinner?"

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The memory skipped

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It was blackest night and Amoda was creeping along behind a row of building's a quarter mile away from the pub. After eating dinner, the barman had asked her to wait outside of the town until just before midnight to ensure that she wouldn't be seen sneaking by the curious citizens doing their nightly rituals.

Amoda crouched low and ducked behind a wooden barrel and waited for a lantern toting guard to pass her by, hardly daring to breath. When silent stillness had once again fallen around Amoda she left her cover and continued on her way towards the barman's unsuspecting son.

Eventually, Amoda creeped into the back yard of the little pub. It was of a decent size and had a little garden where the family grew what it needed to survive. There was a one room shack in the corner farthest from the pub, it had a door instead of a skin hanging over it's entrance way, and even a window a few feet above the ground.

Amoda gave one final look around to make sure that she was alone before taking her hood off and standing. Quietly but quickly shuffling the thirty feet to the window, Amoda gave a silent prayer to the Goddess of lust, Freyja. With a small nod, the ranger heaved herself into the open window and landed with a muted thudding noise that made her flinch and hold still for a moment before she proceeded to one of the only pieces of furniture in the cottage; the bed, upon which held her sleeping mark.

Amoda stood over her prey, flushed at what she was about to do. He was young, maybe fourteen, and had red hair similar to that of his father. He was slim in stature but his hands, which rested above his covers, were calloused. The lad didn't have a full beard like so many of his gender, but instead he had a thin layer of stubble along his jaw.

The Ranger quickly thought over how she was to do this. She could wake him and hope to explain her purpose in his bed chambers, or she could simply start while he slept and hope that when he woke up it would feel too good and he'd be too drowsy to protest properly. Eventually, Amoda thought the second plan best (and less awkward).

Amoda must've stashed her armor and weapons elsewhere because as she unclasped and slid her cloak off her body it revealed only her tunic, breeches, and boots. Even more quietly, Amoda slid her feet out of her pre-loosened boots. She then undid her belt and shimied out of her pants leaving her in just her loosened tunic and knickers. Amoda breathed out quietly and thanked Freyja that the boy she was going to assault was a heavy sleeper.

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Harry, Hermione and Ron all looked to each other and made themselves more comfortable as they all knew where this was going.

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Amoda gently moved the lad's arms and slid the fur he used as a cover down to the foot of the bed, pausing when the boy let out a muffled snore. Thankful that the padded furs the lad was laying on wouldn't transfer motion, Amoda placed her knee on the side of his pallet and swung her other leg up and over his body so that she was straddling his shins. Again, Amoda thanked the gods that her target was only wearing a tunic.

Carefully lifting the front of his shirt, Amoda sighed; no underwear, her job just lost the most complicated step. She took a moment to compare the lad with the only other nude man she had ever seen. Unlike Elfradr, this lad was rather scrawny and his hair was less bristly. His face was more pointed and his nose turned upwards slightly. All in all, the boy was attractive, just in a different way. Amoda's eyes roved downwards to what she'd be working with tonight; His cock was, of course, soft, with a patch of reddish-brown hair at the base.

Amoda nodded to herself and decided to rouse the lad with fellatio; Elfradr loved being woke up in such a manner. Bending forward, Amoda took a sniff and was thankful that Lordag wasn't too long ago because his dick hadn't yet achieved a nasty, unwashed smell to it. Reaching out with the hand that wasn't supporting her weight, Amoda gently grasped his shaft and turned it over in her hands a few times, eliciting a quiet moan from his lips.

The lad's cock started swelling under her careful ministrations and when it was nearly at full mast (just five inches, he was only a boy after all) she gave him a soft lick from the base to the tip where her tongue dipped into his foreskin. Amoda pulled back and licked her lips; he was less salty than her previous lover and she accounted that with his young age and inexperience.

Amoda then covered the head of his penis with her mouth and gave a gentle suckle; she wanted to wake him gently, not startle him, after all. The boy's hands started twitching and he was moaning more often, making Amoda smile around his penis. Amoda slowly descended down his dick, using her hand to cup and gently massage his balls. Suddenly, the Ranger felt the lad's testicles tighten and she pulled back until just his head was in her mouth. Amoda continued to gently roll his sack between her fingers as she milked his seed from his penis. Pulling back, Amoda swallowed his salty load and wiped her mouth.

"W-who are you? What are you doing here!"

Amoda's head whipped upwards, that frightened tone of voice was not what she had been going for. "U-um, hi..." said Amoda lamely. "I guess this has never happened to you before?"

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I honestly could've, nay, should've, hit myself for that line...

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The lad must've just realized his nudity because he let out a squeak and bunched his long shirt over his deflating member. "What are you doing? I-I'll scream!"

Amoda pushed off her knees, and jumped forward, planting her palm over the boy's mouth. "Please don't scream!" hissed Amoda. "Someone who cares very much for you has asked me to make you a man before your wedding. Do you know what that means?" The boy nodded, his eyes wide at the sight of a nearly naked woman straddling his lap. Unconsciously, his member started swelling again. Amoda felt his pulsing prick against her thigh and smiled. "Looks like your lower head thinks it's a good idea."

The lad blushed heavily and released his night shirt. "What's your name, miss?" he said quietly.

"Shh..." soothed Amoda, her lips ghosting over the lad's ear, "No names. It would make things too difficult." The boy-soon-to-be-a-man nodded and Amoda pulled her shirt over her head, her freckled breasts wiggling with the movement, and moved her knickers to the side. "Are you ready?" she didn't give the lad time to respond because she took hold of his turgid rod and guided him to her center. With one downward thrust Amoda stole the virginity from a fourteen year old boy.

Amoda sighed, even though he wasn't as big as Elfradr her cunny still felt relatively full. The lad, for his part, looked enraptured. When he wasn't oogling the tits two inches from his face, his eyes were screwed up in ecstasy at the feelings coming from his cock. The Viking girl clenched her tight, wet heat around the lad's invading member, eliciting a gasp from his lips. "Are you ready?" said the ranger in the most sultry voice she could muster. "You're inexperienced, and I don't want you cumming too quickly..."

The lad took several deep breaths and nodded, making Amoda smile. Slowly, the ranger started rotating her hips and the only noise that could be heard was the shlicking sound of her stuffed pussy undulating around his penetrating cock.

The lad started groaning and his head fell back at the new sensations coming from his dick. Hesitantly, he brought his hands up and let them hover over her hips, as though afraid to touch the sensual young woman. Amoda smiled down at the lad-who-was-now-a-man and grabbed for his hands. "Set the pace! Take charge!" moaned Amoda placing his appendages on her youthful hips. The young baker nodded and started rocking her faster, eliciting a gasp from them both.

The lad smiled with the knowledge that the lusty girl was also enjoying herself, giving him a bit more confidence. The barman's son gave a short thrust of his own hips, his pubic hair tickling against Amoda's clit, making her buckle slightly and clench on his penis.

The lad grunted and started thrusting upwards every time she would slam back downwards. "Uhhn," grunted Amoda, "your dick is shaped perfectly-to-touch-my-special-place!" The last bit of her sentence came out as one long moan. "Keep doing that!" The lad nodded, biting his lip to keep from cumming too soon, and continued to slam into Amoda's gushing sheath.

Suddenly, Amoda rolled them over to where she was on her back and the boy was inbetween her legs, the motion interrupting her lover's thrusts and making her chuckle. "This is supposed to be a learning experience and there is more than one position!" She squeezed his dick with her slippery cunt. "So hurry up and fuck me!"

"Y-yes, Miss!" said the lad, sweat glistening on his brow. The lad gave a powerful thrust and started humping himself into Amoda's burning pussy. For her part, Amoda made sure to clench herself on the lad's penis every time he pulled out, almost as if she were trying to milk the cum from his balls.

Amoda felt her orgasm building and started humping forward with her young lover's thrusts. She grabbed his hand, brought it down to her throbbing clit and moved his fingers in a rubbing motion, sending pleasurable sparks through her entire body. "C'mon, stud, I'm going to cum!"

Suddenly, Amoda's nervous system flared like a miniature sun and her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She squeezed the lad's face to her bosom as her vice-like pussy overpowered the small amount of self control he had left, forcing him to empty his balls into her thirsty womb. The two fell, limp and sated, into the boy's bedsheets breathing heavily as they came down from their respective highs.

"I'm sorry, miss." said the lad quietly some time later.

"Hmmm." hummed Amoda sleepily, still hugging the small boy to her chest. "What for?"

"I-I came inside you... You'll get pregnant and I'm getting married and I don't know what to do..."

Amoda gently hugged the lad in thanks for his sentiment. "You don't have to worry about that..." He looked up at her from her cleavage in curiosity. "I'm barren, love. I can't get pregnant..." Amoda lapsed into a silence, pondering the reason for her banishment, the reason she was so far away from home...

The tired boy, wondering if he accidentally touched a sore spot for her, stayed respectively silent until he fell asleep some time later...

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That was the first time I had used my body (at least in a sexual way) to get what I wanted... I later looked back on that day as the day my new outlook on life started forming; whereas before I was shy, proper, and reserved, I was slowly becoming more adult. I suppose mature would be a better word; the end result was what mattered, what I had to do to earn that desired outcome was just a side focus. This outlook helped me later on when I would be forced to do some really unsavory things to get what was needed or wanted...

Well, anyway, after the lad (I still don't know his name) fell into a deep sleep, I slowly rearranged us so I could slide myself out of his bed without waking him. I then covered him with his furs, gave him a kiss, collected my clothes (sans knickers, those I left with him as a memento, it felt right at the time) and dressed silently, doing my best not to let his seed drip out of me and onto the floor (I said memento, not proof that he cheated on his fiance) Then I left through the window and skulked out of the town to await the morn.

After sunrise, I began the my walk from a grouping of trees outside of the town to the little pub to collect my payment... The barman had been in good spirits when I next saw him. He was red in the face and had a permanent smile on his face. He told me that he had entered his son's little hut before sunrise and the smell of sex and the knickers had been all the proof he needed to know that I had held up my end of the deal...

Happily, the man offered up my healing and explosive potions plus a little extra money (one silver Sickle) for services rendered. I left shortly after that, not wanting to be seen by the lad whose virginity I stole, and started planning my attack on the goblin raiders...

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Harry looked at his watch and nodded. Standing, the raven-haired wizard stopped the day's reading with a tap of the wand before turning to his best friends. "It's almost time for dinner so I guess that's it for today..."

Hermione and Ron stood and stretched, the red head's stomach growling. "We missed lunch!" he said defensively when the bookworm looked at him in annoyance.

Hermione shook her head in exasperation and called for a house elf. "Well you should go find Lav-Lav and eat then!" The ever dense Ron nodded seriously and called for his own house elf whose hand he grasped before disappearing silently. "Finally!" cried Hermione turning to Harry. "Well?"

"What?" said Harry confusedly.

Again, Hermione shook her head exasperatedly. "I swear you can be as dense as Ron sometimes... I want a quickie before we go eat! You won't have time after your meeting with Dumbledore to fuck me!" She banished her clothes with a flick of her wand before turning her foci on the Man-Who-Could-Shag-Her-Rotten and vanishing his garments.

Harry started growling as he ran after a giggling Hermione.

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Author's Note, the First: So, yeah... Amoda centric chapter. That's not planned, by the way, I'm just having trouble pacing the story of Half-Blood Prince with the Grimoire's tale... Coupled with the difficulties I've had with my internet, and how busy (and frustrated) I am with my collegiate experiences and I've been too - I really don't want to use the word 'upset' but it's the closest emotion I can identify with how I'm feeling at the moment - to write to my normal standard. I refuse to post subpar work!

Finicky authors suck, I know, but sometimes we (as in the Reader) will just have to put up with it while I sort my shit out.

I thank you for your patience.

PS: I think that part of my writer's block is caused by my lack of premium tunes. Y'see, I've been hooked on Pandora Internet Radio for like, a year and a half. And in that time I've built a pretty damn good indie rock/rock station. This station has spoiled me (and made me a more effective hipster.) But I was unawares that Pandora would be blocked on the local WiFi (Why would they DO that?) Had I known about this, I would have worked constantly on obtaining (read: pirating) as much music as possible. To my immense misfortune, I have nothing to listen to and it clogs up the wheel my brain-hampsterTM runs on to power my mental faculties.

-sigh-

Oh well, I'll be going home soon for vacation so I'll just have to download about two dozen gigs of sweet, sweet music.