Sex in the Village

Back in the 18^th century, Hildegarde Bennet had a Love Summoning Charm backfire. By the end of the day she'd cast it, nearly every stoat in the forest near her village was in her small home and snuggled right up against her. She actually had much to be thankful for -- if she'd stumbled over her beloved's name a bit differently, she might have had goats in her bed. She learned her lesson after that escapade, however, and never again would she use a love spell of any kind -- or fall for a guy named Stuart.

Hermione smiled as she read the end of her column in the Hogwarts Howler. She was having a mixed sort of day. It had its good elements -- the number of girls coming up and thanking her for her latest column was astonishing. She had no idea how many of them had considered using love charms, potions or other magic to try and get the guy -- or in a few cases, girl -- they wanted. Some of the resulting accidents a few of them confessed to were more than enough to keep Hermione amused throughout the day, and the fact that so many people had read her piece was a boost in itself.

On the other hand, she was seriously worried about the message Harry had received. She'd urged him to go to Dumbledore or send Hedwig to Sirius, but Harry had refused. He insisted that he had to handle this for himself and Seamus on his own. He did finally relent and say that Hermione could wait up in the common room for him to come back, which she fully intended to do. She figured she'd get Ron to wait with her. She chuckled. It wouldn't be difficult to persuade him, as they hadn't done more than briefly kiss in about a week. Come to think of it, she was missing his body as well -- so maybe the waiting wouldn't be quite as stressful as she'd originally thought...

****

Harry quietly took out his invisibility cloak and walked down the stairs to the common room. He looked at the couch where Ron and Hermione were snuggled together.

"I'm going," Harry said quietly. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Please be careful, Harry." Hermione replied, her voice heavy with concern. "This might be more than just a little joke!"

"I know that, Herm. You have my permission to go to Dumbledore if I'm not back by morning."

Hermione nodded, Ron wished him a quick good luck, and Harry stepped through the portrait hole.

****

Harry finished his climb to the top of the North Tower. It was dark and he couldn't see or hear anything.

"Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone there?"

"Hello Potter." Harry turned towards the voice. He didn't recognize it at all. He was about to whip out his wand and use Lumos when he heard:

"Now don't get any ideas like casting a light or anything else. It's not time for you to see, not yet."

"What do you want? Who ARE you?" Harry demanded of the unseen being.

Harry heard a chuckle. "I'm only prepared to answer one of those questions right now. What I want -- “ the deep, velvety voice paused here, obviously delighting in enfolding drama, then announced with satisfaction, " -- is for you to take off your clothes."

Harry stared into the darkness. "WHAT?!”

The voice answered, calmly: "Just do it, Potter -- that is, if you ever want to touch your little Irish boy toy again."

Harry grumbled and began unclipping his robes. He then pulled his t-shirt over his head, took off his shoes and socks, and pulled off his jeans. He was standing in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts that had little golden snitches whizzing all over them.

"As pretty as those are, take off the underwear too," the voice said.

"But... why..." Harry stuttered.

"You don't need to worry about that," the voice replied; "Yet."

Harry slid the boxers down his legs and stepped out of them. It was a bit chilly in the tower, and he was sure there was major shrinkage happening. It bothered him that he couldn't at least be naked looking his best.

"Not bad, Potter. Now turn around for me -- slowly."

Harry didn't know what to think any longer. He just did as the voice said.

"Mmmmhmmm... I do see why you won the contest last year in Hogsmeade. That is one fine ass you have."

"Thank you," Harry answered huffily. "Now why am I doing this?"

"Yes, I suppose it's time..." And out of the darkness stepped a slender young man with silver-blonde hair.

"MALFOY?!?!" Harry gasped.

"What, do you need new glasses or something? Oh wait, I forgot; just a moment." Harry watched as Malfoy pulled his wand out of his pocket, aimed it at his own throat and said:

"Timbramous!"

"There. That's better." Suddenly Malfoy's voice sounded like his own again. "Now then; what I want of you. It's quite simple, really. I want YOU."

Harry didn't get it. “I thought you were into girls."

"Ah..." Malfoy smirked. "Of course I am, as often as possible. I like girls, I like boys... more than anything, Malfoys want everything. It's part of our charm. But we really like what we can't seem to have. My curse seemed a nice way to get around that little problem.”

"You cursed Seamus to force me to have sex with you?" Harry was outraged. "That's despicable!"

"Why thank you," Malfoy replied, buffing his nails against his robe. "I feel it's been one of my better plans, but of course, the best is yet to come..."

Malfoy stepped forward and kissed Harry full on the lips. Harry struggled but that only made it easier for Malfoy to slip his tongue into his mouth. Harry almost fell into the kiss when he suddenly pushed Malfoy away, hard.

"No!" Harry sputtered. "I won't have sex with you! I won't betray Seamus!"

"Oh really?" Malfoy replied silkily. "I guess you've found the countercurse then? You just came up here out of -- curiosity."

Harry looked at him with dismay. "No, we haven't found the countercurse... You really mean to go through with this, don't you?"

"Oh yes," the blond replied. "I don't start things I don't intend to finish."

Harry scowled. "And if I have sex with you this ONCE, you'll perform the countercurse for Seamus and me?"

"Yes. You have my word," Malfoy returned. "And before you make some pitiful crack about that not meaning anything, remember that my father would kill me if I ever broke it. Malfoys pride themselves above all on their word being good."

Harry happily contemplated Malfoy Sr. killing his smug git of a son before finally agreeing.

"Oh good," Malfoy purred. "Now, down on your knees. Let's see how well you catch *this* golden snitch with your mouth..."

Harry sank slowly to his knees, thinking this was going to be one hell of a long night.

****

Hermione was lying snuggled up against Ron, perfectly sated. But her afterglow was soon spoiled by Harry stumbling through the portrait hole into the common room.

"Harry!" she called out, waking Ron, who'd been drowsing in her lap. "Are you all right? What happened?"

Harry frankly looked as though he'd been run through the Forbidden Forest with a herd of angry manticores after him. His hair was even more messy than usual, his clothes were in disarray, and his eyes looked wild.

"Malfoy... It was Malfoy!" Harry panted, sinking into the chair next to them.

"That no-good son of a Death Eater!" Ron burst out. "But why? Is going to lift the curse?"

"Yes, he will," Harry said heavily. "I gave him what he wanted."

Hermione and Ron both stared at Harry. Harry was avoiding looking them in the eye.

"What did Malfoy want?" Hermione asked with hesitation.

Harry's voice was hoarse. "Me. He wanted to have sex with me. And I did it. But that wasn't the worst part..."

Ron and Hermione stared at each other, obviously thinking what they wouldn't say: What could be worse than that??

"I LIKED it," Harry sobbed. "I liked it... Oh god, what's WRONG with me? And what am I going to tell Seamus?" He buried his face in his hands.

****

Meanwhile, there was one very pissed-off redhead fuming in her bed in the Gryffindor Tower. Draco had stood her up. NO ONE stood Ginny Weasley up. Never!

She'd been so annoyed that she decided he wasn't worth wasting her purple hair spell on, so she'd gone ahead and seduced Neville Longbottom. The tryst had only mildly cheered her. Neville must have been a virgin -- but she'd certainly fixed THAT little problem. If nothing else, he made up for his ineptitude with enthusiasm. Of course, now there was the awful likelihood he'd start following her around like a puppy. If she wanted a pet, she'd get one.

Ginny tossed and turned in the bed. She was going to get back at him -- AND find out where he'd been tonight...