Chapter 54: Fiona's Party
Hogwarts; Transfiguration class:
Harry was having trouble concentrating on his schoolwork again. He sat in the half-full classroom of students who were taking animangus training, and was going through a large book of possible forms that his animangus might take, he wondered if it might be a stag, like his father's. Is that what he wanted? Actually Harry wanted his own animangus, something unique to him. But what would he become?
Think Harry, what could you be? An Owl? I could talk with other owl, and find out about secret post that they were caring... but no, who actually tells an owl what the post is? Almost no one. A phoenix perhaps? It would mean that I could fly, and lift a lot of weight, and my tears could heal others, and that I could never be permanently killed in that form. But then again, the whole burning thing looks painful regardless, and there are so few Phoenixes to talk to in that form. Think Harry, what could you be? A bug of some type, like Rita Skeeter? It would certainly be a good way to go around unnoticed, and I could escape from dire situations through small openings. But no, I don't want to be a bug. What about something fierce like a lion? No, If anyone ever was looking to get me, they would know that I was a lion, and there are not really any lions outside of zoos in the UK to hide in a community like that. Maybe a snake, after all I speak parcel tong, and I could be poisonous, and bite Voldermort, injecting him with poison… but no; the Dark Lord is to powerful to succumb to a simple snake venom, and I can use magic to defeat him anyway. Harry thought to himself. He flipped through the pages of creatures again from the beginning again, now on the B's.
I need to be something powerful, something that could really hurt Voldermort, oh if only people were able to choose their animangus. I could take on the form of a bear … that could be it. I could be a bear and rip him to shreds… nooo, I couldn't use a wand while that, or any creature. It has to be one so powerful that I don't need a wand. Harry thought as the final bell to let out school sounded. Harry walked over to Professor McGonagall's desk where she was grading the work of some second years.
"Professor McGonagall, Is there anyway to choose your animangus?" Harry asked. Professor McGonagall looked up at him, curiously.
"No Mr. Potter there is no way to choose your animangus. You usually become whatever your personality is."
"Well, my father was a stag, so that's what I'll probably be, right?" Harry asked sincerely.
"Not really Mr. Potter, you could possible be, but it's not definite. We won't know until you change into whatever it will be, but that won't be for a couple of months. We want to make sure that you do it right, and not just half form into something, that can be difficult to fix. We once had a seventh year in hospital for three days because he tried to become his animangus without the proper studying. He had half formed himself to have the head of a wolf, and body of a boy. Dumbledore eventually got him straitened out, but it was an example of why it's important not to rush things like this.
"I see, well I promise not to rush things then Professor, but a few months seems a bit long." Harry replied.
"Well that's standard time Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall finished.
"Professor, did you know that your animangus was a cat before you had become it, physically." Harry asked. Professor McGonagall shook her head.
"No Mr. Potter, as I said, no one knows until they become it." Professor McGonagall said. Harry nodded, thanked the Professor for her time, and returned to his seat next to Ron. Harry looked at an empty space on the bench next to Ron for a moment with a sad expression on his face.
"It really sucks that Hermione didn't want to take this class with us Ron." Harry said. Ron lowered his eyes.
"Yea, I tried to ask her, but she's still not talking to me. It's not fair, I miss the days of the three of us hanging out. It would be so much better. That girl holds a grudge for too long. How is she going to act when she comes over to my place for Christmas holiday?" Ron said. Harry looked at him blankly.
"What do you mean Ron. What do you mean when she comes over for Christmas holiday." Harry asked bewildered.
"Well she's going to come over to our place for Christmas holiday, we talked about it over the summer." Ron said.
"Err… Ron, that's not what I heard, I heard that Hermione was going to Romania this Christmas." Harry said. Ron looked at him with a surprised expression.
"What, were did you hear that?" Ron asked.
"Well from Hermione, she's going to visit Victor Crumb." Harry said. A loud crack was heard across the room as Ron slammed his fist down on the wooden desk, his face contorted in anger. Everyone looked at him for a moment, and he felt embarrassed. Professor McGonagall stood up at her desk.
"Is there a problem Mr. Wesley?" she asked.
"Ummm, no Professor, sorry, there was just a spider on my desk, and I had to kill it." Ron said.
"Well if there are anymore of them, be sure and kill them more quietly Mr. Wesley." The professor said. Ron nodded, embarrassed.
The school bell finally rang, and Ron and Harry made there way to the Great Hall to eat dinner.
"That little… Ahhhhh… I hate her!" Ron said full of rage as they walked down the hall. Harry followed close behind.
"Look Ron, I thought you didn't mind her dating someone else. You said you were okay with it." Harry stated. Ron stopped dead in his tracks and spun around, pointing a finger at Harry.
"Not him Harry, not Victor the Crumb, anyone else is okay, but I hate that Victor the Crumb." Ron shot.
"You used to be one of his biggest fans." Harry stated.
"Yea, used to be. He's not so good; he lost the world cup to the Irish didn't he. Hermione's just using him to make me jealous, well I'll show her. I'm going to be all over my date tonight at the party." Ron said hotly.
"The Party?" Harry asked. Ron looked over to him and smiled.
"Fiona's party, its tonight is up. I'm going with Rebecca Jones. She's a Slytheren in our year." Ron stated. Harry was a bit taken off guard.
"You're going with a Slytheren? Why? And I hope she's not related to Beverly Jones, the Ravenclaw girl." Harry intoned with disapproval. Ron chuckled, having calmed down suddenly.
"Your going with a Slytheren too Harry, and I imagine Rebecca could be related to Beverly Jones somewhere down the line. You know the joke; every other person from Wales is named Jones." Ron laughed.
"What about Luna, or that Huffelpuff girl Ron? What happened to them?" Harry asked.
"I told you that I didn't want a committed relationship right now Harry. I'm just getting to know several girls; I've got plenty of time for a commitment later. But for now, I'm just trying to have fun. No harm in it." Ron stated. "Anyway, I think that the party's going to go over well." Ron said.
"Hermione's going to be there; if she brings a date won't it be awkward for you two?" Harry asked logically. Ron waved it off.
"If she comes with a date that's not some pompous Romanian git, I'll be happy for her, that's what my whole point was about, just casually dating for a time, and then later we can both get serious. We'll end up together eventually." Ron finished, as they both entered the Great Hall.
Much Later that night: A cleared out classroom, in an out of the way area:
The party was in full swing, and Harry had to admit that it was really good, especially since he had found out that Fiona had not invited Draco Malfoy just for him. There were bright banners in every house color, and plenty of food, music, and butter beer, as well as some stronger beverages. Some of the students were dancing to the music of the Weird sisters, Neville amongst them, others were busy at tables that were pushed against the wall intamently snogging. Many students were chatting away in small groups, as Harry walked by a few of them, and some of the students congratulated him on his victory at the ministry, and others asked for his autograph, which he was happy to provide. How things have changed, I never thought that I would enjoy my fame; I always shied away from it. But that was before last year, before I was considered the enemy, a danger by so many of these people who now shake my hand and want to have the privilege of talking to me. When I first came here this year, almost the entire school was against me. Harry thought to himself. Then he spied one group of mostly Hufflepuffs including Emit Walsh standing with Beverly Jones, and Allen Miller. They were chatting with each other and giving Harry dirty looks. As popular as he was, his popularity was fading. Please don't let it be like last year again… not again.
Harry looked over in a corner of the room to see Hermione sitting with Katie Bell, watching Ron, who was Snogging with Rebecca Jones in front of them, and being very obvious about it. Hermione had come to the party alone, and was staring at Ron with Dagger eyes, not slightly impressed or amused, but with a very jealous look on her face, which is exactly what Ron probably had in mind. Harry walked up to Ron, and asked to speak with him in private for a moment. Ron excused himself, and Rebecca took the opportunity to go dance to a song from the weird sisters with another Gryffindor Boy.
"What's up Harry?" Ron asked with a slight slur in his voice, his breath smelling of something stronger than butter beer.
"Well I… Ron what have you been drinking?" Harry asked. Ron slapped Harry playfully on the back.
"Why I've had a bit of wine, Chteau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac to be exact. You know there are tons of the stuff in the wine cellar here. Fiona is blackmailing some drunken house elf to get it, or bribing, or something. Anyway it's great stuff… I've had… hic… most of thissss bottle. Harry was really surprised, Ron had never had anything stronger than butter beer before.
"Ron… why are you drunk?" Harry asked seriously. Ron looked around and waved his arms.
"Hey Harry, is this a party or what? You know, I'm going to propose a toast to Hermione, and Victor the Crumb, and they can go and stay in Eastern Europe and live happily ever after, you see Harry. Dumblelbumble, err, Dumbledore was wrong, you can't trust those Eastern Europeans, they steal Harry, they still your girls. We don't need to… hic to have more cooperation between them and us. Hermione's here alone tonight, because she's Victor's boyfriend." Ron said in a slur.
"I think that you mean that Hermione's Victor's girlfriend Ron." Harry said with a smirk.
"Yea, that too. You see Harry She's just trying to piss me off, and don't tell her but its working, Soooo I'm making out in front of her every chance that I get so she'll cut it out and speak to me again when she gets jealous." Ron said pleased with himself.
"Look Ron that's what I wanted to talk with you about. I don't think that that's a good idea. You're just going to piss her off. I'll talk to her again, she still loves you know, why you go out with her you know exclusively. You've gone out with, well other girls now." Harry put in. Ron shook his head with a smile.
"No, that's not how it's going to be. Look, I told you that we have plenty of time for that. That's why I don't have a problem with her dating other guys." Ron slurred.
"What about Victor the… err I mean, what about Victor Crumb?" Harry asked.
"That's different; he's trying to steal her from me permanently. I'll make her jealous though, I'll have her begging to come back to me, or else she can move over to Romoslavia with Victor the Crumb." Ron stated annoyed.
"It's actually Romania Ron." Harry corrected him.
"Whatever, she can go there and live with all the bloody Romans. I don't give a toss. But… hic … she had better come back to me eventually, or we're finished, and I don't want that. Anyyyyyyy way I have to get back to my date, and make out in front of Hermione." Ron stated.
"Ron, don't you miss the times that the tree of us used to hang out together? You know the adventures that we used to have as a trio." Harry asked.
"Of course I do Harry, but I'm not the one who's refusing to hang out with her, am I? I still want to hang out. It's Hermione that's the prudish one in all of this, she is the one that is being a total bitch about all this. She kept bringing up Victor the Crumb all summer. I thought that she wanted to be with me? Well if she wants Victor the Crumb, than she can have him. Hump! Good luck with him managing all her nagging, and such " Ron shot. Harry's eyes stated to widen, and his mouth dropped open.
"Err Ron… don't say anymore." Harry started, seeing Hermione walk up behind Ron.
"No, listen Harry, she's been nagging at me about it before, and now she's telling people how she's going to visit him in Romania, well I don't care if she goes, those two deserve each other."
"So I nag do I Ron!" Hermione shot. Ron turned around surprised that Hermione was behind him, but he was a bit tipsy, and not apt to say the proper thing, well not even when he was sober. Harry thought.
"That's right, you nag, and your new boyfriend isn't going to put up with it too long is he? So your going to Rome with him this Christmas are you? You said that you were going to stay with me! That makes you a liar, don't it." Ron shouted.
"Well I didn't think that you would notice me gone, figured that you would have one of your harem of girlfriends along with you, so you'd forget all about me, and not pay attention to me, and it's Romania, not Rome, can't you ever read a map." Hermione shot back.
"What girlfriends, I don't have any girlfriends. I'm just casually dating. At least I'm not planning a committed relationship in another country with some Slavic git. At least I plan to come back to you after I've been casually dating for a while." Ron shouted back. Harry looked around at the room full of people who were now focused on the argument.
"Look you two can we do this later?" I mean people are starting to stare.
"Victor Crumb is a wonderful man, and he knows how to pay attention to a girl, and not ignore her all the time. And Romanian's are Latin, not Slavic, now who's the stupid git, Ron!" Hermione said, ignoring Harry's plea.
"Whatever, you're the one who refuses to hang out with us, this is all on you." Ron said gritting his teeth, trying to calm down. For a moment the two of them just looked at each other both filled with jealous rage. Then Rebecca Jones walked up to Ron and shook his arm.
"Hey, I thought you were here with me. Ron looked up at her and gave a forced smile.
"Your right, I am. Sorry, I was just having a chat with… well it's not important." Ron cut off. He then turned to look at Hermione, one last time. "Come on Rebecca, lets get out of here, I've got a romantic spot in another classroom to show you." Ron said, and left the room in a huff pulling on Rebecca's arm. Harry could see Hermione was about to be in tears.
"Look, Hermione… Ron really does want to be with you. He just wants to explore things first. He just told me before you walked up that he wanted to be with you, but he needed more time. It hasn't been that long. Maybe he's right. Maybe you should start casually dating other guys here for a while, and not get so serious about Victor. Ron's not going to end up with another girl permanently, and when he's ready, he'll want to be with you for the rest of his life. I promise. But your jealously is really making things difficult for him. It's driving him away." Harry cautioned sympathetically. Hermione wiped her eyes.
"I… I don't want to drive him away Harry, but how am I supposed to feel when he's snogging right in front of me?" Hermione choked out. Harry nodded.
"Your right, I will talk to him about that Hermione. I promise. He just felt that you were trying to make him jealous by talking about Victor all this time." Harry said.
"I am trying to make him jealous Harry, I want him to pay more attention to me." Hermione stated.
"Then why don't you just go out with him Hermione, put your jealousy aside, and just be in the moment with him for one date. Maybe being with you when your not nagging at him about other girls, and seeing how much that you care about him will make him realize what he's been missing with you. Making him jealous of Victor certainly isn't working." Harry added. Hermione took a minute to think about it, and then nodded her head.
"Your right Harry. I should go out with him. I have to get him to stop paying attention to other girls, and… I guess that the only way to do that is to go out with him. Hermione hugged Harry. Thank you Harry for listening, and giving me advice. Harry hugged her back for a moment.
"No problem Hermione, I know you two are going to be together eventually, but for now, why don't you go dance with someone else as well, Neville looks like he could use a partner as well." Well Harry finished. Hermione smiled at him, and went off to ask Neville to dance. Soon after Fiona walked up to Harry, putting her arms around him, and began kissing him passionately on the neck. Harry was suddenly very aroused, and he closed his eyes to relax in the pleasure of Fiona's embrace, when suddenly…
"Owww!" Harry shouted, as he jerked away. He looked at Fiona stunned.
"What's wrong Harry?" Fiona asked. Harry felt his neck, and looked at his hand. There was no blood. He looked back up at Fiona.
"You, you bit me!" Harry said in shock. Fiona gave him a sensual smile.
"It was just a nibble, didn't you like it?" Fiona said seductively. Harry thought about it for a moment.
"Well… yea, but… you just caught me off guard. I didn't know that you were going to do it. That's all." Harry said. Fiona kissed Harry lovingly on the lips for a moment, and then pulled away.
"Oh you'll find I'm full of surprises Harry. I'm going to be the best girlfriend that you ever had, and I promise you're going to enjoy every minute of it." Fiona said starting smiling. "Now, speaking of surprises, I have one for you. Close your eyes, and open your mouth Harry." Fiona said in a sensual tone.
"Why?" Harry asked curious.
"Just do it. You'll see." She continued, and reached into her pocket for something. Harry did as she requested and felt her put something in his mouth that tasted of strawberries. " Okay open your eyes and swallow Harry, here wash it down with this." Fiona said offering him a goblet of butter beer." Harry did so, as Fiona smiled approvingly.
"Well… do you feel anything? How did it taste?" She asked happily.
"Feel anything? What do you mean? You gave me a strawberry didn't you? Harry queried. Fiona giggled.
"Ha, I did it. Actually I gave you something a little stronger than that. It's a pleasure potion, and I charmed it to taste like strawberries. Do you feel any different yet?" Fiona asked. Harry's face turned red, and he suddenly had an angry look on his face.
"Fiona! How could you give me something like that, without telling me. What if I…" Harry started, but Fiona interrupted him.
"Relax Harry, you know I wouldn't give you anything to hurt you. Look, it's going to make you feel very good, don't you feel anything yet? " Fiona asked.
"No!" Harry said visibly upset at not being told what he had been given.
"Well you will any second now. I call these little treats strawberry lust drops. I'm going to sell them to earn a little extra cash for Hogsmead shopping trips.
"Look Fiona, I don't think…" Harry started, but stopped short. Suddenly he began to feel lightheaded. The noise of the room faded in the distance, and the shapes of everyone became blurs. Harry felt a smile come across his face, and giggled a little. Fiona looked at him with a smirk.
"Now doesn't that feel good Harry Poo?" she asked in a deep echoing voice. Harry giggled again.
"What… what did you do to me… hee hee hee." Harry snickered, as he became more aroused, and started feeling very romantic. Fiona kissed him on the cheek, and he passionately kissed her back. He looked at Fiona, she was more beautiful to him now than he had ever seen anyone before. She was a goddess, and he wanted to make love to her at that moment. Every hormone in Harry was raging out of control, and he wanted to be with Fiona for the rest of his life.
"Relax baby, I promise, your going to enjoy the trip, just be in the moment. Now come on, I have another surprise for you."
"Okay baby, I love you sooo much." Harry said kissing her on the cheek.
Fiona started to lead Harry by the arm towards the door leading out of the classroom. As they opened, it Luna Lovegood fell into the room. It seems that she had been leaning on the door with her ear pressed against it. Fiona looked at her with a frown.
"Well, well what have we here, a spy? Were you going to tell one of the masters on us for our little get-together Lovegood?" Fiona said in a mocking tone. Luna got up from the floor.
"Um, no. A few of the people from my house started sneaking out, and I wanted to find out where they were going. I didn't know that there was a party going on tonight." Luna said embarrassed.
"Yes, well there was a reason for that. It's a private get together, by invitation only." Fiona said, with an unhappy look on her face. Luna looked the room over for a minute.
"There certainly are a lot of people in here. Looks like you've invited half the school." Luna said astonished.
"Well Luna, your certainly welcome to come in and…" Harry started in a giggling voice, but was cut off.
"No she's not Harry. It's by invitation only. Now you promised me. You promised that you would spend time with her later. You're spending time with me now, right Harry?" Fiona said, giving Harry a look that he should agree with her. Harry gave a great sigh.
"Look Fiona, I…" he started, unable to stop smiling and looking at her with loving eyes, and still dizzy but Fiona started rubbing her leg against his crouch, causing him to stammer.
"Harry, please… you can see her tomorrow. I have something… personal to show you." Fiona said in a sensual tone, giving Harry a pleading look. Harry wanted to tell Luna to come in, but he was lost in the moment of Fiona's seduction. He glanced over at a confused looking Luna Lovegood.
"Um, Luna… look, she did say it was by invitation only. I'll make sure that you're invited to the next party, I promise. It's just that it's full up here. I'll talk with you about it tomorrow. Luna had a look of hurt on her face that sent knots in Harry's stomach. Fiona saw this, and moved her hand down to Harry's crouch, unzipping his pants, and giving him a flirtatious look. Harry couldn't think strait, the potion and Fiona's flirting were effecting his judgment. What am I doing? Luna is my friend. I'll make it up to her tomorrow. I promise. Luna cast her eyes down to the floor for a minute, looking very depressed all of a sudden.
"Is um… is Ron here Harry?" Luna asked. Harry was to ashamed of what he was doing to look at Luna again.
"He um… he left early." Harry said. A couple of students then walked up to Harry and the girls. Harry recognized them as Jeremy Stretton, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, and Cho's blond haired friend from the day that they went looking for Padma Patel, though he couldn't remember her name. The girl looked at Luna with a smile.
"Hey Luna, come on in, and have some fun." Nancy said in a happy tone.
"Luna was just leaving actually!" Fiona quipped. Then she looked up at Harry. "Isn't that right Harry." Then Fiona brought her mouth up to Harry's ear. "You promised, Harry, and were wasting time. I have something I want to do for you in private. Don't you want me? You can have me now, just send her away." Fiona said. Harry's blood was rushing. He had never been with a girl, and now it looked like he was going to get his chance. He knew that he had a massive erection, and he didn't want to stay at the party because of it. He had never felt that he was this close before, never felt so intense, and it was clouding his better judgment. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth despite the guilty feeling that was raging in his stomach. He still couldn't look at Luna.
"That's… that's right. She… she was… just leaving." Harry said. Luna had a look of utter disappointment on her face.
"Fine… later Harry." Luna said softly. She started out the door in a rush.
"Luna!" Harry shouted. She spun around to look at him.
"I'm really sorry, I'll explain everything later. I promise." He exclaimed. Luna rolled her eyes.
"Don't bother Harry." And walked off. Harry looked at Stretton and the girl that was with him. They did not fully understand what was going on, but both gave him disapproving looks, and headed back to the dance floor. Harry overheard the girl saying that she would talk to Luna later. Fiona lead Harry off out of the classroom, down the hall to another classroom, the one used for Charms class. When Fiona had closed the door behind her, Harry grabbed hold of her arm, spinning her around.
"Owww, what the… Harry that hurt." Fiona said winching in pain.
"You want to explain what that was all about Fiona?" Harry said. Fiona jerked her arm out of Harry's grasp.
"Look, there are just certain people that I don't want to associate with Harry. People who have a bad reputation in this school. Luna is one of the people who lots of students make fun of, and I'd just rather not have that stigma around me. I shouldn't be forced to be friends with her." Fiona said rubbing her arm that bore a red rash from where Harry had grabbed it so hard.
"Fiona, Luna's a very nice girl, if you would just get to know her, than you would see that for yourself. I feel so bad about what I just did. Well it's never going to happen again. I'm going to apologize to her and then you're going to give her a chance. Do you understand me?" Harry said in a hostile tone. Fiona walked up to him, and leaned against him. She then unzipped his pants and then slowly bent down to her knees, pulling the pants, and his underwear down to his ankles, revealing his excitement and the anticipation of what was to come next. Harry was so nervous, that he was shaking. Fiona looked up at him with a sensual expression on her face.
"Now, Harry do you think that we could forget about what happened at the party for a while, and have some fun? I mean don't you love me?" Fiona asked.
"Su… sure Fiona. I… I think that… oh god!" Harry shouted in ecstasy, forgetting all his problems at the time, every thing was a blur now except the moment, and the moment was amazing. His first sexual encounter past a kiss. It felt good… actually it felt bloody great.
Hours later, after it was over Harry found himself lying on a table with Fiona in a sort of after glow to the whole thing. He had been stressed out before, but now not so much. It was not just a sexual release for him, but… one that seemed to relieve a lot of tension as well. After Fiona had gone down on him, she preformed a charm with her wand that produced a magical blanket on a table in the room and the two of them had had sex with each other, Harry wasn't very good at it because he kept doing things wrong, and was clumsy, but Fiona had been patient with him, and showed him a few things. Apparently she was experienced to some degree, and he was happy about it, because her instruction made it less awkward for him. Harry's guilt about Luna had subsided for now, and he promised that he would make up for it later. But now he simply enjoyed lying next to his new girlfriend, who had just made him so very happy. The drug was wearing off now, and Harry had a headache that was excruciatingly painful. He dressed, woke Fiona, and waited for her to get dressed herself. Soon they stood at the door, and Harry said goodbye to Fiona, kissed her goodnight and returned to the Gryffindor tower. He entered his room to find his roommates already back from the party and fast asleep, except for Seamus who was away as usual. It took him some time to get to sleep because of the headache, but he finally managed, promising himself that he would apologize to Luna and make it up to her tomorrow before he did.