Hogwarts OverExposed - Salazar's Return

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Hogwarts OverExposed - Salazar's Return

"In a few months, advertisements will begin appearing announcing the opening of Fantastic Island as the premier vacation destination for wizard families. It is expected to overnight become the magical world's equivalent to Disney World." Rishard paused briefly for effect and to let everyone take in this information.

"Due to a highly placed connection, we have been granted the opportunity to take part in a sneak peek at what the island will offer vacationers."

The students burst into thrilled applause, followed by excited discussion. Harry and Hermione simply stared uneasily at each other. They shared a horribly sickening feeling in their stomachs.

Chapter Twenty One

Intimate Contact

Monday, February 20, 2006


Kim shrieked, her face suddenly glowing red as she crossed the threshold into the Slytherin common room. Plainly, Denise and Janice had arisen early and decided the room needed redecorating. Life-sized graphic nude posters of Kim now adorned every previously empty expanse of wall space in the large room.

"Why?" Kim cried, shaking her head in dismay as tears pooled in her eyes. "What have I ever done to make them hate me this much?"

"You became my best friend," Emily answered sadly, cradling Kim in her arms. "Pull yourself together and I'll help you take them down."

At that moment, Tyler entered the room carrying a ladder. When he saw the girls, he paused and gave them both an apologetic look. "I was hopeful that I'd get these removed before you got to glimpse them," he said dolefully, primarily addressing Kim.

Kim soulfully nodded her appreciation of his intentions.

"Let me help you," Emily said, tossing her robes, out-of-the-way on a nearby chair. "I'll do the climbing if you'll hold the ladder steady for me."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather have me climb the ladder?" Tyler asked uncertainly, studying Emily's diminutive skirt. "You're not exactly dressed suitably for ladder climbing."

"I'm dressed just fine as long as a gentleman, such as you, is steadying the ladder," she responded with a laugh. Then she gave Tyler a light kiss on the cheek. "Besides, even if you're a bad boy and peek, you know it's no huge deal with me."

Kim shook her head in bewilderment. "You think I'm over reacting to the pictures, don't you?" she snapped. "You're so comfortable with your body that I imagine you wouldn't even bother removing the posters if they were of you."

"That's not true," Emily responded defensively, as she neared the top rung of the ladder and stretched precariously to grasp one of the poster size pictures. "These pictures are most certainly offensive. Besides, you and I are different individuals with dissimilar mind-sets. I'd never think to impose my values on you."

"I'm sorry," Kim whimpered apologetically. "My flare-up was totally unjustified. It's just that.... Damn it! Denise got away with stripping you naked at the Yule Ball and butchering you. Now she's making my life miserable by hanging these explicit pictures everywhere. Whatever happened to old-fashioned paybacks and good conquering evil?"

"Mum and Dad tell me that good still always ultimately triumphs over evil; it just sometimes takes an awfully long time," Emily declared.

"Maybe it's selfish of me, but in Denise's case I could sure go for some instant gratification," Kim announced. "Don't you agree, Tyler? Tyler?"

Tyler surely agreed, but at the moment was too busy delighting in what he considered a truly spectacular view to coherently respond.

* * * * * *

"Hermione, please be reasonable," Harry implored. "The third task is months away. There is no reason we must make a decision tonight."

"No, there certainly isn't," Hermione agreed. "If you'd rather, we can spend the next four months quarrelling about it. Meanwhile you can sleep on the chesterfield."

"You're not serious," Harry said with a laugh, but then he took a good look at Hermione's somber face and realized that she definitely was not joking.

"I most certainly am," Hermione retorted. "If Fantastic Island is as safe and sound as Simone claims, then there is no reason I shouldn't go along with you on the trip. I'd like to see all the rare magical beasts. Besides, you'll need a female chaperone for the girls."

"But what about Ben and Emily?" Harry asked concernedly.

"What about them?" Hermione inquired. "Emily will sleep in the Slytherin dorm like she always does. As for Ben, Ginny and Sam will without doubt battle over who gets to take care of him."

"But do you think it's a prudent idea for us to travel that far away from Hogwarts together," Harry argued. "Who would take care of the kids if something unanticipated happened to both of us? I'd feel much better knowing you were safe here at home."

"Ah! Ha! You're not convinced that Fantastic Island is as safe as they allege," Hermione asserted triumphantly.

"No, I'm not," Harry admitted reluctantly. "The blending of ancient wizard spells and wards with Muggle technology is until now uncharted territory. I know that computers are capable of doing incredible stuff, but..." Harry paused.

"But what if the technology isn't up to snuff and the electrically enhanced enchantments for some reason fail?" Hermione cut in. "Do they have enough trained wizards on hand to control all the beasts? Never yet has a Nundu been subdued by fewer than a hundred skilled wizards working together."

"I know," admitted Harry half-heartedly. "I'm sure the financiers of Fantastic Island have taken every reasonable precaution to insure visitor safety, but some beasts should simply be steered clear of."

"Surely they aren't using any of the more dangerous beasts in the final task. Why have the challenge even take place there?" Hermione inquired.

"Publicity," Harry answered simply. "The whole wizard world will be tuned into the final task. Using Fantastic Island as a background for the competition will give the new resort millions of Galleons of free media hype."

"Hermione, I'm sure every conceivable safeguard has been taken," Harry again maintained.

"All but one," Hermione said stubbornly. "Harry, ever since we were eleven, I've always been beside you giving support. I've no intention of stopping now simply because we're married with children."

"Your love and support has at all times been my greatest strength," Harry admitted, and then he looked at Hermione with pleading puppy dog eyes. "Will you really make me sleep on the chesterfield if I refuse to say you can go with me?"

"No," answered Hermione dejectedly. "I couldn't sleep without you lying next to me. Harry, we're not just a run-of-the-mill married couple, we're a team. If there is even the slightest chance of you and the students being in danger, I want to be there."

Harry studied Hermione's resolute face. "I was just being over protective," he admitted. "I love you so much. I feel in the wrong whenever I place you in danger." Harry paused and studied the floor. "Truth is, I want you with me. I need you with me. Without you, I'm only half a wizard. I only feel strong and whole with you by my side."

"I love you Harry," Hermione said, heaving a deep sigh as tears dampened her eyes. "Let's go to bed so that I can properly show you just how very much I adore you."

* * * * * *

"Have you discussed this at all with the Headmaster?" Draco asked concernedly.

"Certainly! You don't think for a minute that I'd embark on such a ground-breaking venture without his approval?" Ginny asked.

"And he actually agreed to it?" Draco asked disbelievingly.

"Not at first," Ginny admitted. "He agreed with the general concept, but was concerned with just how I intended to put into action my plan. I think that initially he thought I anticipated having actual students volunteer to model for the class."

"I think you'd be hard pressed to find many students willing to disrobe in front of their peers," Draco said. "I expect that even the Potter girls, as uninhibited as they are, would balk at the idea of their classmates examining and touching them intimately."

"I'm not sure," Ginny said undecidedly. "I frankly don't think they'd have an issue with it. But indubitably, Harry and Hermione wouldn't consent to them being fondled and probed. Plus, this isn't being done solely for the benefit of the boys. I want the girls to have the same opportunity for education and I sincerely doubt any of the male students would volunteer."

"I think it was wise to discard the idea of live models from the student body ranks," Draco declared. "What made you think of Polyjuice?"

"Actually, it was something you did," Ginny acknowledged. "I had discussed my plans with Hermione and as much as she agreed with the concept of the students becoming more familiar with the bodies of the opposite sex, she was strongly opposed to the boys actually touching a female classmate or visa versa. Then she remembered what you had Crabbe and Goyle do during your sixth year."

Draco looked at Ginny questioningly, an innocent, childlike expression on his face.

"Draco, don't act all naïve," she reprimanded. "Harry knew that you were using the Room of Requirement during your sixth year; he just didn't know what exactly you were doing in there. He had also figured out that the young girls standing guard for you weren't really girls, but rather Crabbe and Goyle using Polyjuice Potion that you had stolen from Professor Slughorn."

'I had a bad habit, back then, of underestimating Potter," Malfoy answered testily.

"How did you ever convince Crabbe and Goyle to be of assistance to you?" Ginny inquired.

"That was easy," Draco said with a smirk. "You forget who I was working for at the time. Those two dunderheads would have jumped off the Astronomy Tower if I had ordered."

Ginny nodded her head in concurrence. "Did they comment on how it felt to be a girl?" Ginny questioned and then she gave Draco a shy look. "Did you check them out?"

"Did I check them out?" Draco barked, seemingly affronted. "It was Crabbe and Goyle. I'm not a bloody poof. Do you really think I'd ever want to see those two blokes naked?"

"Well, they didn't look like themselves," Ginny said defensively. They looked like two little first year girls."

"Exactly," Draco retorted with a huff. "I was seventeen at the time and shagging Pansy Parkinson whenever I desired. Why would I want to inspect two guys that were for the short term flat-chested little girls?"

"Didn't you even ask them what it felt like to be a girl?" Ginny asked.

"I didn't push the issue," Draco admitted. "They weren't exactly happy with me. Not that I totally blamed them. It must have been creepy, suddenly being a girl and your willy gone."

"I think I'd enjoy being a boy, if for no other reason than to have a trouser snake," Ginny confided, blushing deeply. "It must be nice not to need to semi strip and sit on the loo every time you need to piddle."

Draco shuddered. "If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer that you stick with your original issue equipment. Just the thought of you with a willy gives me the shivers. Exactly when do you propose to conduct this experimentation?" Draco asked, trying desperately to erase the picture that was dwelling in his mind. "You're going to need a fairly large quantity of potion and my on hand supplies of powdered horn of a bicorn and shredded skin of a boomslang are nearly depleted. I'll need to order additional stores. Then, since the fluxwood has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days...I'd say that the earliest I could have the potion ready would be in about a month."

"That will be fine," Ginny said excitedly. "I still need to make arrangements to get bits of the boy and girl my students will be changing into."

"You're not just going to have the students supply strands of hair?" Draco asked.

"No! That was one on the Headmaster's foremost concerns," Ginny elucidated. "He doesn't want anyone changing into someone they know."

Draco nodded his head in understanding. "I can appreciate how that could be somewhat awkward."

"Sandy, my roommate from college, has a brother and sister, fraternal twins, that are fourteen. I'm going to have her send me some of their hairs."

How will you explain why you want their hair?" Draco asked.

Ginny hung her head guiltily. "She knows about me and what I am," she confessed shyly. "You can't live with a person for four years without accidents taking place. It just got to the point that I couldn't lie to her anymore."

"Aren't you frightened that she'll tell someone?" Draco asked concernedly.

"I was at first, but I trust Sandy," Ginny said confidently. "Besides, who would believe her? Anyway, she's cool and so are her siblings. The important thing is that none of my students will ever get together with them, so the embarrassment aspect is no issue."

"When are you going to tell the students?"

"I think I'll wait until the potion is ready," Ginny answered. "I don't want to get them excited and then have something go astray."

* * * * * *

Saturday, April 1, 2006


Evan looked up from his copy of The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) and stared longingly at the attractive, young, nude, blonde witch sitting across the common room table from him. "Caitlin, have your feelings toward me changed?" Evan asked glumly.

Caitlin was caught off guard, but not wholly surprised by Evan's question.

"What do you mean? she asked, acting puzzled.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you angry with me?" he asked nervously.

"Of course not, silly," she said hurriedly getting to her feet and rushing to his side. Caitlin leaned down and kissed Evan's cheek. "You can't envision how much you mean to me."

"Then why are you afraid to be alone with me?" he asked dejectedly.

"I'm not afraid to be with you," Caitlin laughed nervously. "What makes you say such a ridiculous thing?"

"Because it's true," Evan insisted. "Remember the night you invited me up to your dorm room and you allowed me to scratch your back?"

"Yeah," Caitlin answered dreamily. "That was nice."

"Then why haven't we done it since?" Evan asked. "That was over a month ago. We haven't been anyplace alone since then?"

"Evan, I'm sorry," Caitlin said, sobbing as she gave into her true feelings. "I am afraid."

"Afraid, afraid to be alone with me?" he questioned.

Caitlin covered her face with her hand and rubbed it roughly. "Evan, we have to talk," she said, jumping to her feet and grabbing her robes off a nearby chair. "Will you come with me? We can't talk here."

Caitlin scurried towards the portrait hole, not even waiting for Evan's reply. She had climbed through the hole and was out in the hall, not realizing she hadn't securely closed her robes, before Evan caught up to her.

"Where are we going?" Evan asked nervously.

"Somewhere that we can't be disturbed," Caitlin announced as she hurried down the hall. "I can't put this off any longer."

Evan rushed to keep up with Caitlin despite a sickening wrench in his stomach. He just knew that she was going to break up with him.

They hurried down stairs, through halls, and finally up stairs again. Evan was so confused that he no longer had any idea what part of the castle they were in.

Caitlin finally stopped at a stretch of blank wall and started concentrating. Evan didn't question her; he was too worried about what was about to happen. As Caitlin walked back and forth, Evan stared blankly at the picture of a moth-eaten troll relentless clubbing a wizard.

It was only when Caitlin finally stopped pacing that Evan recovered from his stupor. He looked at the wall, shook his head, blinked his eyes and then stared at a highly polished door, a door that had not previously existed.

"The Room of Requirement," Caitlin said, offering no further explanation as she reached out, seized the brass handle, pulled open the door and led the way into the room.

The students had barely crossed the threshold when they both froze; Evan surprised, Caitlin horrified.

I... I didn't ask... ask for this," Caitlin stuttered. "The Room of Requirements only appears when needed and when it does it is equipment for the seeker's needs. Evan, I wanted a place where we could be alone and talk in private. I didn't ask for this. Please! Please believe me."

They had entered a sumptuously decorated bedroom, but a bedroom unlike any either student had ever seen before. Most certainly there was a bed, a huge appealing bed adorned with hundreds of pillows, but there was also a gigantic bath sunk in the middle of the floor. About a hundred golden taps stood all around the pool's edges, each with a different jewel set into its handle. Aside of the pool size bath hung two large fluffy towels each embroidered with a name, Caitlin, Evan.

"This is quite a room," Evan marveled fretfully.

"You must think I'm a slag," Caitlin cried, "bringing you to a room like this. The room obviously misconstrued my thoughts."

Evan noticeably gulped. "You were thinking about us going to bed together," he gasped. "I thought you were about to break up with me."

"I wasn't planning on us going to bed together," Caitlin sobbed. "But I'm afraid of it happening. I'm only thirteen; you're twelve. Do you know what would happen if we had sex together?"

"I'd probably make a fool of myself," Evan said, sullenly.

"No you wouldn't," Caitlin insisted. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather have take my virginity."

Caitlin's eyes went wide with shock. Had she actually just said that out loud? Did she actually want to lose her virginity to Evan or was it just her overexcited Hyperempath emotions taking over?

"We have to talk," Caitlin said, shaking her head in disbelief. Seeing no other place to be seated, Caitlin clutched Evan's hand and led him toward the bed. "We're just sitting, nothing else." She wondered whether she was forewarning Evan or herself.

The bed was high and the effort needed to climb onto it caused Caitlin's robes to become undone, exposing her legs. Caitlin noticed Evan staring pensively at the point where her young legs joined and uncharacteristically quickly pulled her robes shut.

Caitlin reached out and clasped Evan's hand. It was no larger than her own. "Evan, as you know I'm a Hyperempath. They tell me that I might possibly be the strongest ever of my kind."

Evan stared attentively at Caitlin, a combination of awe, love, lust and affection in his eyes.

"Not everything about being a Hyperempath is good," Caitlin continued. "Although my touch, even my thoughts, can heal, uncontrolled they can also kill. I need to be constantly on my guard. When Matt and I were dating, I once almost accidentally killed him."

Caitlin took a deep breath. "I also feel things more intensely than other people; much more intensely. Without someone to share the pain I will probably not survive giving birth to a child. It's not only pain that is more intense, but also pleasure. You can't envisage how intense it feels when we kiss. I've been warned that when the time comes for me to enjoy sex, I'll probably pass out from the pleasure."

"I have a big problem, when it comes to physical contact." Caitlin sighed. "When I'm feeling aroused, which happens quite easily, my body takes over and my mind doesn't function properly. Normally if a boy tries to go too far, hopefully a girl will have the common sense to tell him to stop."

Caitlin stared at Evan pleadingly. "I'm incapable of saying no. That night when you scratched my back, you could have had your way with me and I never would have stopped you. Despite the consequences, I wouldn't have stopped you."

"What if someone tried to rape you?" Evan asked, concernedly. "Wouldn't you be able to fight them off?"

"I'm told that depends entirely on the person and my feelings toward them," Caitlin explained. "If I were attacked by a stranger, I'd be able to resist and fight because there would be no passionate feeling, only hate. If you were to try to go further than proper, I doubt I'd be able to mount even the least bit of resistance. Although I'm not sure that would be considered rape because I'd want to have sex with you."

"You want to have sex with me?" Evan asked, dumbfounded.

"No! Caitlin said, clutching her face ans shaking her head. "I like you very much, but we're too young. Once I reach fifteen, that's a different situation. I'm likely to jump you,"

Evan blushed copiously. "I'm confused," Evan said, now shaking his head. "You said you wanted to have sex with me, then you said no, you didn't. Which do you mean?"

"My brain is in currently in control. I know the consequences. As much as I care for you, I know we have to wait until I'm fifteen. Unfortunately in a passionate situation my brain won't be in control."

"Would it be that awful if we did made love?" Evan asked. "I mean... I'm not even sure if I know how or whether I can do it correctly, but it sounds great. Some of the guys in my class claim to have done it and they say it feels terrific."

"I heard it feels wonderful, too," Caitlin exclaimed, "but those guys are lying to you. If they actually had sex with a girl they wouldn't be at Hogwarts to brag about it. Hasn't Professor Weasley discussed the consequences of underage sex in Anatomy of the Sexes class?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Evan answered. "I imagine that the biggest concern would be pregnancy."

"I think I could handle being pregnant better than being taken from my family," Caitlin stated. "The international magical world's age for consensual sex is fifteen. Anything prior to that is considered rape. If both parties are under age, neither is sent to Azkaban, but rather both taken from their now declared unfit parents and placed in a juvenile detention center until they are fifteen. The centers aren't coed, so we wouldn't even get to see each other. We'd be stuck there until we were fifteen. You get an education, but nothing that compares to Hogwarts.

"But how would anyone know?" Evan asked, quite shyly.

"The same way they know when we are born. Our names would all of a sudden appear in the offenders' log. Within minutes enforcers would be dispatched. They'd probably arrive while we were still in the act. We'd be immediately taken into custody, no hugs, no good byes, no collecting of belongings. Our parents would receive an owl telling them what occurred. There is no trial, no appeal and no exceptions. Your name appearing in the log proves you were guilty."

Evan stared at Caitlin, a stunned expression on his face. Finally, after a time he spoke. "I can understand why you're concerned with us being alone."

Caitlin nodded her head. "It's not that I don't care for you," she said. "It's more that I care for you too much."

"Yeah," said Evan numbly. For the next few minutes they both sat, neither talking, just thinking.

"I guess we better head back to the common room," Caitlin finally said.

Evan bobbed his head in agreement. "This is some room," he marveled. "Maybe we can come back here when we reach consensual age." He looked despondently at the pool size bath. "That looks like fun."

"Doesn't it," Caitlin said encouragingly. "It's a shame to let it go to waste. It's still early, would you like to get in for a bit?"

"Sounds like a cool idea," Evan replied, "but I didn't bring a swim costume."

"Nor did I," Caitlin laughed. "But it isn't really a pool, it's a bath tub and I don't normally wear anything when I take a bath."

"Neither do I," Evan agreed naughtily. "Do you think we can trust ourselves?"

Caitlin didn't answer. Instead she dropped her robes to the floor and jumped into the neck high water. "Hurry in," she shouted. "The water is nice and warm."

Evan quickly followed suit. Unlike the first time when he had been unclothed in the Potters' quarters with Caitlin, this time he didn't feel the least bit self-conscious. Actually it felt appropriate that they should both be here together and nude. When Evan got into the pool, he realized that what was neck high water for Caitlin, just about covered his head. He either had to doggy paddle or keep bobbing up and down to keep above the water line.

They spent the first few minutes playing with the seemingly endless choice of taps until the bath water was filled with so many heavily perfumed bubbles of varying colors and sizes that they could have used them to play hide and seek.

"I love this," Caitlin exclaimed. "I can't remember ever feeling so clean," she lifted her arm to her nose, "or smelling so good. My skin even feels extra soft. Here, touch."

Caitlin held out her arm toward Evan for him to touch, but his eyes seemed glued to her glistening breasts. A smile covered her face as she studied the longing look in Evan's eyes. Then she heard a voice in her head. It was as clear as if Jamie was standing right next to her.

"Breast, butts, arms, legs; even vaginas and penises are just body parts. After hundreds of years of brainwashing we have come to think of some parts of our bodies as special, untouchable. And they should be untouchable if a person's intentions are improper. Harry, I doubt sometimes that you are capable of impure thoughts. You wrestle and tickle Caitlin and Emily all the time. There isn't a place on their bodies that at one time or another you haven't come into contact with, but it wasn't perverted or dirty. It was in the course of natural fun.

"Harry, I may have these things hanging on my chest, but I'm still a little girl at heart and want to be a part of the family fun. I'm not going to react any different when we're horsing around if you grab my wrist or my breast because I know it's not done in a tainted way."

Evan's intentions might not be totally naive, but they also most certainly weren't perverted. She had touched his bare chest, what was it that made her chest so extraordinary that it should be off limits to him? Nothing, absolutely nothing at all, breasts, butts, even vaginas and penises are after all just body parts.

"Evan, do you remember when I told you that you should always picture me wearing a bathing costume and that it was permissible for you to touch any part of me not covered by the costume?"

Evan nodded his head disappointedly.

Caitlin took a deep breath. "I'm no longer wearing that bathing costume. You can touch any part of me that you wish. I trust you."

* * * * * *

"You're late," Emily scolded as Caitlin entered the spacious bedroom that the girls shared in their parents' quarters. In general both girls slept in their individual house dorms, but on weekends they enjoyed spending time together catching up on the events of the week.

"I'm sorry," Caitlin said apologetically, her face radiant in the dim light. "Evan and I sort of lost track of time."

"Oh!" said Emily, impishly. "And just what, pray tell, were you and Evan doing that was so important?"

"We were up in the Room of Requirement," Caitlin answered honestly.

Emily stared severely at Caitlin. "Jamie and Alex go there when they want to be intimate. Please tell me that you and Evan didn't have sex."

"If we had, I doubt I'd be here to talk about it," Caitlin answered truthfully. "We just went there to be alone and talk. He was concerned that I wanted to break up with him because I've been so distant the past month."

"Then you finally explained to him the whole Hyperempath thing and how you're oversexed?" Emily questioned.

"I'm not oversexed," Caitlin said, irritation abruptly evident in her voice. "My powers just make me feel things more intensely than other girls and I tend to lose my self-control."

"Semantics," Emily said, shrugging her shoulders. "How did he take it? Did you guys end up breaking up?"

"Thankfully, no," Caitlin advised, a dreamy look once again on her face. "Actually, we had a wonderful time. You can't imagine how gorgeous the room was. I felt like a princess."

Emily studied Caitlin anxiously as the third year girl explained in detail all the features the room had taken on.

"One of you had to have wanted for the room to have those characteristics," Emily said apprehensively, when Caitlin finished. "I doubt it would have supplied a bed and bath on its own if you just asked for a private place to talk."

"I know," Caitlin admitted. "I think that subconsciously both Evan and I wanted to share a special time together."

"I'm just relived that things didn't go too far," Emily said, cradling Caitlin in her arms.

"Me too," Caitlin sighed. Then ostensibly without reason, she began to giggle.

"What?" Emily asked.

"Evan got a stiffy," Caitlin confided. "It most certainly wasn't huge, but it felt really neat."

"What do you mean, it felt neat?" Emily questioned, her voice sounding worried, but slightly envious at the same time.

"Evan had been staring at my breasts pensively," Caitlin explained. "I knew he wanted to touch them, but that he was afraid of what my reactions might be. Then I thought about you and Jamie and how you both go on all the time about all body parts being the same and how silly people acted about 'private parts'. I realized that I trusted Evan and didn't have a problem with him touching me."

Emily shook her head in disappointment. "Sometimes I just don't believe you," she said crossly. "You spend the past month avoiding being alone with the guy because you don't trust yourself, then you turn around and tell him he can feel you up."

"That's not exactly what I told him," Caitlin replied guiltily. "In point of fact. I told him that he could touch me any place that he wanted. Touching someone gently and lovingly is quite different from grabbing a feel."

Emily rolled her eyes and stared at the ceiling in disbelief. "Semantics again! That sounds like a brilliant way for you to both keep your emotions in check," she retorted sarcastically. "Until now I always considered you the smarter sister. How did Evan respond to your offer?"

"At first he just looked at me in a thunderstruck way," Caitlin commented. "Then he drew me toward him and hugged me in a tight embrace. That's when I felt his willy go all firm."

"Did he feel you up?" Emily asked.

"No, he didn't feel me up," Caitlin retorted.

There was something weird about the tone of Caitlin's voice. Emily wasn't sure if her sister was more upset by the use of the phrase 'feel you up' or by the reality that Evan hadn't in fact done so.

"He kissed me, then suggested we get dressed and return to the common room," she said, disappointment evident in her voice. "He was afraid that things were getting out of control."

"What do you think?" Emily asked.

"They probably were," Caitlin admitted, "but at the time I really wanted him to touch me." She glanced guiltily at Emily. "I wanted to touch him, too. Have you ever actually handled a penis?"

"Not really," Emily replied. "Naturally, being a nudist my whole life, I've brushed against them, but I've never actually held one in my hand or stroked it. Have you?"

"Once," Caitlin answered, blushing profusely. "It was an accident. When I was thrown in the pool during holiday, in panic I grabbed for something... anything to hold onto. My eyes were closed and I ended up clutching Dad's penis. As soon as I realized what it was, I instantly let go."

"What did Dad say?" Emily asked, aghast.

"He pretended it never happened. He just scooped me out of the water and into his arms. Once I calmed down, he placed me back on my feet. We've never talked about it."

"What did it feel like?" Emily questioned.

"I don't really remember," Caitlin answered, embarrassed by the recollection. "It all happened so fast. Besides... it was Dad."

"Yeah!" replied Emily understandingly. "I've always had sort of a fascination for the male penis. Jamie always said I should have been born a boy so that I'd have one of my own to play with. I'd love to touch and examine one," she shuddered, "but most certainly not Dad's.

"I know what you mean," Caitlin agreed. "Why don't you ask Tyler? He'd do anything for you. I'm sure he'd let you check him out."

"I've already seen him nude, but I'd be hesitant to actually touch him," Emily replied. "I'm afraid one thing would lead to another and we're even younger than you. I almost wish Professor Weasley had gone along with Denise's wild idea of having nude models for the class. I'd like to really examine a boy, but have no emotions involved."

"Something like that will never happen at Hogwarts," Caitlin said, dejectedly.

* * * * * *

"Timmy, would you come here and take a seat with Mum and Dad? There is something we'd like to discuss with you," Sam said hesitantly.

Timmy looked apprehensively toward his parents who were both sitting on the couch, his Mum patting any empty spot between her and his Dad. He could tell by the look on their faces that he was in trouble. He been found out and now he was about to be punished. Timmy walked timidly toward his parents. He was sure he deserved whatever punishment he was about to receive. The only thing he wasn't sure of was what exactly he had done wrong this time.

"I'm sorry," Timmy said remorsefully, as he took a seat between the two adults. "I promise I won't ever do it again."

"Do what again?" Ron asked, looking questioningly at his son.

"Whatever it is that you're going to punish me for," Timmy answered warily.

Sam snickered. "I guess I better check out our quarters after we're finished talking. It seems someone has a guilty conscience."

Ron put his arm around Timmy's shoulder and gave him a hug. "You shouldn't always be expecting the worst, Son," he said, smiling. "Sometimes when we fancy talking to you, it's because we want to share good news."

"Are we going to go on another nudie cruise with the Emily and Caitlin?" Timmy asked eagerly, bouncing up and down between his parents.

"Not this year," Ron, chortled. "But we have discussed going on vacation with the Potters and if we do it will most likely be at a clothing optional resort."

"That's not what Dad and I want to talk to you about though," Sam said, gently massaging her small tummy. "We were wondering how you'd feel about having a little brother or sister?"

"I'd like to have someone my own age to play with," Timmy answered excitedly. "Can we go buy one now?"

"It doesn't quite work like that," Ron replied, repressing a laugh. "Babies grow and are nurtured inside their mothers until they reach a size large enough to survive in our world, then they are born. Even then they are dependent on their parents and siblings to take care of them. It will be awhile before you can play with a baby, and it will always be younger than you; it will for all time look to you for guidance."

Timmy's face carried a look of disappointment. "Is that why Aunt Ginny is getting so fat? Is a baby growing inside her?"

"Yes! Aunt Ginny will be giving birth early this summer," Sam answered.

"Will you get fat, too?" Timmy inquired.

"I'm afraid so," Sam answered sadly. "That's one of the unpleasant parts about having a baby."

"I'm sure you'll still look beautiful," Ron interrupted, supportively.

"I suppose that's a matter of opinion," Sam replied. "It sort of depends on whether or not you think whales are beautiful."

"Is a baby already growing inside you?" Timmy asked innocently. "How did it get there? When will it come out? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Ron eyed Sam optimistically. Even though he taught the subject, fielding questions about sex still made him edgy, especially when the questioner was his own son.

"We won't know whether it's a boy or girl until it's born," Sam answered. "Either way, I'm sure we'll all adore the baby. Right now it is quite tiny. It will be six months until the little one is ready to come out, sometime around Halloween."

"The baby is already growing inside you?" Timmy asked, a look of wonder covering his face. "How did it get there?"

"Each month a woman's body produces a seed," Sam explained. "Usually the seed simply ends up being discarded by the body, but every so often one of them becomes fertilized in which case it remains in the body and begins to grow. That's what happened with Aunt Ginny and now with me." Sam smiled. "You were once a seed inside of me, no bigger than a pea."

Sam hugged Timmy in her arms. "My body nurtured you until you were prepared to be born. Now look at you; you're a handsome young man ready to start primary school in the autumn."

Timmy sat silently, staring intently at his mother, a look of puzzlement spreading across his face, and then he shook his head.

"There's something I don't understand," he said timidly. "How did I get out of you? How will the baby get out?"

Ron face turned crimson. He had been concerned that Timmy might question how fertilization took place, this he hadn't expected. Sam, however, seemed unruffled.

"Timmy, haven't you ever wondered why you have a penis and Emily and Caitlin have vaginas?"

"Because I'm a boy and they're girls," Timmy answered confidently.

"Yes," Sam answered, holding back a laugh. "But there's a reason why boys and girls were created with different equipment for taking a pee. When you become an adult, you'll learn that the penis and vagina both serve purposes other then just reliving yourself. When a woman gives birth, the baby leaves her body through her vagina."

Timmy gaped at his mum, aghast. First, he gazed at himself and then he stared at the slit between his Mum's legs. "I'm much too big," he said, appalled. "I could never have come out of there."

"Most certainly not now," Sam said, wincing at the very thought. "You were much smaller when born, just over seven pounds. It's not comfortable, but that area of a woman is extremely flexible and can stretch open surprisingly far."

"When it's time, can I see my little brother... or sister be born?" he asked.

Sam first looked at Ron who was frantically shaking his head no, obviously remembering his experience during Ben's birth. Then she looked at Timmy, so eager and optimistic.

"I don't see any reason why not."

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Monday, April 10, 2006


"You won't be needing your books today," Professor Ginny Weasley announced as the students hurried to their seats. "I've arranged a special treat for you."

"Maybe Thatcher is going to give us an up close and personal look at her bod," Janice whispered spitefully.

"I'd hardly call Potter or Thatcher showing off their not so private tidbits a treat," Denise sniggered.

"Miss Graves, that will be enough chitchat," Professor Weasley chastised. "Oddly enough, today's curriculum had its groundwork laid with a similar malicious comment you made at the beginning of the school year."

"A comment that I made," Denise replied innocently. "What comment was that Professor?"

"You criticized our textbook as being somewhat behind times and suggested that you'd all learn more by examining actual individuals nude," Professor Weasley explained.

Kim and Emily exchanged uneasy glances. Was the Professor actually about to ask one or both of them to disrobe and allow the classmates to examine them?

"Although I'm sure your suggestion at the time was intended more to embarrass certain classmates than it was to further education, it did have some merit," Ginny continued. "Our textbook is undeniably antiquated and being able to examine at your leisure someone of the opposite sex would certainly be extremely educational."

"Professor!" Tyler called, raising his hand apprehensively. "You're not suggesting that some of us actually strip off our clothes in front of our classmates and allow them to check us out starkers, are you?" His eyes glanced fleetingly in Emily's direction. "Even if some of us wouldn't mind doing it, it's just not proper."

"The Headmaster and I agree," Professor Weasley replied. "We even had concerns with you examining professional models; additionally no age appropriate models were available. That is why we decided to use this."

Ginny walked over to her desk and uncovered two large cauldrons, each containing a slow-bubbling, mudlike substance.

"Is that Polyjuice Potion?" Kim asked excitedly.

"Yes!" answered her professor. "Miss Thatcher, since you are obviously familiar with this potion, would you please do me a favor while I explain its use and effects to the other members of the class?"

Kim nodded and hurried up to her professor's side. "Kim would you please run down to Potion Master's office in the dungeon? I left two envelopes containing hair strands there that we'll be needing to complete the potion."

Kim nodded, and hurried out the classroom as Professor Weasley continued to address the class. "Can anyone tell me the use of Polyjuice Potion?"

Emily's hand shot into the air in a way very reminiscent of her mother. "Polyjuice is an extremely complicated potion to prepare, but when correctly brewed it transforms you into somebody else. The effect only lasts for an hour, but for that time you look exactly like the person you added a bit of to the potion."

Tyler raised his hand. "Professor, does that mean that if I drank that potion containing a bit of my brother, I'd become him?"

"Not exactly, Mr. Bancroft," Ginny elucidated. "Your mind would stay unchanged. Mentally you would remain yourself, but physically you would have all the attributes of your brother."

"What a waste of a complex potion," Emily exclaimed to the amusement of most of the class.

Ginny smiled. "Today you won't be changing into anyone you know. I've sent Miss Thatcher to retrieve hair strands that were sent to me from overseas. These hairs are from a boy and girl approximate to your age. I've also arranged for you to be excused from your other classes for the remainder of the day. You will each be given enough of the potion for three doses. That will allow you to remain in the outward appearance of the donor for three hours.

"You can remain here; return to your dormitories or for that matter, you may go anywhere you like before drinking the potion. You can do so in privacy or in a group, your choice. For three hours you will experience being the opposite sex. For homework, due next week, I want a full roll of parchment on what the experience felt like."

Kim hurried breathlessly into the classroom to find her fellow students staring dumbfounded at each other. They were about to undergo a change, an extremely weird change.

"Perfect timing, Miss Thatcher," Professor Weasley said, taking the two envelopes from the girl's outstretched hand. "There was no need to run though, you look washed-out. Take your seat and Miss Potter can bring you up to snuff while I add the final ingredients to our potions."

Kim returned to her desk next to Emily. While Kim listened to Emily update her on what she had missed, she smiled as she watched Professor Weasley pour the potion into separate flagons and then add the hairs.

When called forward, one by one the students approached the professor's desk and were handed their individual container. They all clutched the containers securely as they departed the room.

"Where are you going to do it?" Emily asked Tyler as they departed the room.

"I'm not sure," he croaked nervously. "A part of me wants to be alone to transform and another part of me is uneasy to be off on my own."

"I know what you mean," Emily said understandingly. "Why don't you come with Kim and I? We're going to go to the Room of Requirement so that we can be totally alone and undisturbed."

"But..." Tyler shilly-shallied. "Won't that be sort of creepy? I mean you will both be guys and I'll be a girl and well... I sort of intended to get naked and sort of check out the new equipment."

Emily laughed. "What did you think Kim and I are going to do? Come on, it will be fun," Emily said grabbing Tyler hand and pulling him along. "We can show each other how to properly do certain things."

Tyler's mouth dropped wide open, but he uttered not a word. He had the feeling that he was about to partake in the most bizarre experience of his young life."


End of chapter 21

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