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- R
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- Schnoogle
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley
- Genres:
- Action Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
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- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
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Published: 07/29/2003Updated: 06/23/2004Words: 189,410Chapters: 24Hits: 46,133
Hogwarts Too Exposed - A Slytherin Among Us
Neil
- Story Summary:
- Nudity, love triangles, pregnancies and death, coupled with Quidditch, deceit, injustice, adventure and mystery. Sounds like another tranquil year at Hogwarts. Join me for Hogwarts Too Exposed – A Slytherin Among Us, the follow-up to Hogwarts Exposed.
Chapter 07
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- 10/18/2003
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Chapter Seven
Just Another Boring Saturday
Thursday, September 2, 2004
The day had gotten off to an earth-shattering start. Kim awoke to the realization
that she had fallen asleep without closing her drapes or covering herself. She
had visions of all of Slytherin house parading by her bed during the night and
examining her as she slept naked. It was all Emily could do to suppress a laugh
as she guaranteed Kim that was highly unlikely.
Kim handled being nude much better than she had the preceding night, possibly
aided by the fact that the other girls for the most part seemed to ignore her
and Emily's lack of clothing. The exception was Marta, whom it seemed would
never tire of seeing the two girls in the all together.
The high point of the day's schedule was their first flying lesson. Obviously
Emily and Kim approached the lesson with totally different mind-sets. Emily was
eager to display her advanced abilities to Professor Weasley. Kim was simply
scared stiff. Her experience with a broom was limited to two previous
occasions. The first time she had swept the footpath after her stepfather
finished cutting the grass. And the other time she had stuck the broom between
her legs and ran around the yard pretending to be riding a galloping horse. She
doubted that either incident would assist her much today.
For Emily, the day seemed to drag on; for Kim it seemed like three-thirty
arrived way too quickly. The Slytherins hurried down the front steps onto the
grounds to join the Gryffindors for their first lesson. It was a clear, breezy
day as they marched across the sloping green lawns, the wind whipping at their
robes and threatening to lift the girls' skirts. Emily reminded Kim to be
careful when alighting the broom. Flying a broom in a skirt was tricky enough,
what with the wind having the tendency to blow the skirt about. Being
knickerless made the task even more challenging.
That was all Kim needed, something else to agonize about. They would be
practicing on the flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the
forbidden forest. Kim took one look at the forest with its trees swaying darkly
in the distance and quickened her pace.
The Gryffindors had arrived already and were standing gawking at the
broomsticks lying on the ground in two neat lines.
"Finally," said Professor Weasley. "I thought perhaps this group of Slytherins
were all experienced flyers and had decided to forgo this lesson. All right
then, let's get started. Everyone stand by a broomstick. Hurry, we haven't got
all day."
Draco stood by the window in his quarters watching the first years, but
recollecting another group. It was hard to fathom that thirteen years had gone
by since he was standing on the very spot that those youngsters now occupied.
"Have any of you had any flying experience?" Professor Weasley asked.
Emily slowly raised her hand as she looked to see who else had done so. She was
surprised when only two others lifted up their hand. One was a rather cutie
Gryffindor boy, the other was Denise.
"Although their intentions are admirable," Professor Weasley said. "I find that
many parents who give their children training prior to them attending Hogwarts
do more harm than good. It is much easier for me to teach proper flying skills
than to correct bad habits. Will the three of you please pick up the brooms
next to you and step forward."
All three of the students reluctantly picked up their brooms. They all had expected
to be commended for already knowing how to fly. Instead it looked like they
were about to be used in a demonstration of how not to do it.
"Now if you'll stand in a row facing the other students and lay your broom back
on the ground. First I would like you to demonstrate to the remainder of the
class the proper way to mount your broom. If you would please," the Professor
instructed.
Denise and the Gryffindor boy quickly leaned over, picked up their brooms and
mounted them. Emily instead stuck her right hand out over her broom and
commanded, "Up!" Then she mounted the broom, gripping the handle the way she
had been taught by Harry.
Professor Weasley's eyes scanned the three, observing their grips and how they
were sitting on their brooms. "Class I have a question," the Professor said.
"What are we?"
It seemed the Professor's tone of voice had intimidated the students. No one
answered. Finally one timorous hand reached toward the sky.
"Yes. Miss Thatcher," Ron said. "You will find that I seldom bite heads off. I
would much prefer to be given the wrong answer than have no one offer a
response at all."
"Sir," Kim whispered. "We're witches and wizards."
"If you didn't hear her," Ron shouted. "She said we are witches and wizards,
magical folk. Why, if you have the ability to command a broom to jump into your
hand, would you bend over like a muggle and pick it up? When you teach someone,
you start with the basics. Speaking of basics, you Sir are sitting improperly
on your broom. Try flying like that and you will find yourself slipping off the
end. You, Miss are gripping your broom totally wrong. Grip your broom
incorrectly and you will find yourself hundreds of feet off the ground, with a
broom no longer between your legs. I suggest the two of you rejoin your
classmates and try to forget your previous training before it kills you."
Emily now found herself standing alone in front of the class, Denise glaring at
her. The old phrase 'if looks could kill' was certainly appropriate.
"Miss Zacherley, suppose you show me if you can fly that thing," Professor
Weasley suggested. "Nothing too fancy. Just kick off and take a short flight
around the perimeter of the lawn. Keep you height relatively low."
As Emily kicked off from the ground, Denise gave Janice a nudged. "Damned
showoff," Denise cursed as she picked up a small rock. "When she comes back
let's she if she can control the broom unconscious."
"If the Professor sees you throw that, you'll get detention," Janice warned
her.
"What's one night's detention compared to seeing that tart laying flat on the
ground? Besides, I doubt the filthy werewolf has the backbone to give me
detention. Maybe if I'm lucky the bitch will fall in such a way that she will
give the class a nice show."
Emily made a short circuit of the immediate grass area. As she was about to
land next to Professor Weasley, Denise threw the stone. Her aim was off and the
rock headed for the Professor's head instead of Emily's. He saw it coming and
reached to catch it, but before he could, Emily had flown in front of him and
intercepted the missile.
Ron gazed at Emily, the expression on his face giving evidence as to how
impressed he was. "Miss Zacherley, that was excellent; five points for
Slytherin. Unfortunately, your classmate seems inclined to lose points for her
house rather than win them. Miss Graves, ten points from Slytherin for throwing
that rock."
Denise had a look on her face that seemed to say 'big deal'."
"And Miss Graves, you should consider yourself fortunate that this... I believe
you put it, 'filthy werewolf', has outstanding hearing. Otherwise you would
find yourself facing expulsion for aggression against a teacher. And I assure
you that I have the backbone to give you detention. Report to Mister Filch at
seven o'clock for the next week."
Denise said not a word. She had lost the house ten points and earned a full
week detention. It was, in her mind, all Emily's fault.
"Now then, since Miss Zacherley has shown us how it's done," Professor Weasley
said. "Everyone stick out your right hand over your broom and say 'Up!'"
* * * * * *
"I'm glad I caught you by yourself," Jamie said to Hermione as she entered the
family's quarters. "I wanted to give you that dress in case you choose to wear
it Saturday night."
"What with everything that's happened this week, I nearly forgot about that,"
Hermione said with a grin. "You say it was actually worn by the movie star
Sandra Bullock. I rather like her, very sweet and down to earth. Not like some
of those muggle Hollywood types."
Hermione followed Jamie as the girl went to her closet. "She didn't actually
wear this dress. It's a copy of a top she wore with pants, but lengthened so
that it could be worn as a dress instead."
"Oh! It's pretty," Hermione exclaimed as Jamie took it out of the closet and
held it in front of herself. "And it's only three or four inches above your
knees. Are you turning conservative on us? I think I could wear this without a
problem, but I don't understand why you think it will drive Harry crazy.
Jamie merely smiled. "Why don't we take it to your room so you can try it on,
then perhaps you'll comprehend."
Jamie held the dress as Hermione slipped out of her robes and dress. "This is a
first," Hermione noted. "You have your clothes on and I'm the one standing here
starkers."
"Not by choice," Jamie said. "I'd much rather be naked, but I have to meet Alex
in the library before dinner. I just wanted to give you the dress and see what
you thought of it. Here! It just slips over your head. No buttons or zippers."
Hermione slipped the dress on and gazed at herself in the mirror. "It's
stunning. I love it."
The dress was off-white with long sleeves. The top was trimmed with three
braided cords. The cords crossed the right shoulder, but on the left side
dropped exposing about five inches of arm. It was an off the shoulder look, but
actually exposed little of the chest. The cords were above Hermione's nipples
even on the left side. The skirt was opaque, falling at different lengths to
give a tattered appearance; in some place it dropped below the knees and in
others above. The top of the dress between the cords and the waist was
transparent.
"It fits perfectly," Hermione said excitedly. "Of course it would. We have the
same body shape. I just don't quite know what to wear under it. If you wear a
slip or bra, the straps on the left shoulder will ruin the whole appearance of
the dress. Even a camisole wouldn't look correct, I wonder how Miss Bullock
wore it?"
Jamie looked at Hermione sheepishly. "There's a picture of her on the tag,"
Jamie said, holding her breath.
Hermione reached for the tag, looked at the picture and understood why Jamie
thought Harry would love the dress. "She must have been rather chilly when this
picture was taken," Hermione finally said awkwardly. "Her nipples look quite
hard."
Evidently the designer intended for nothing to be worn under the sheer top.
"If we were back on vacation, I might venture to wear this," Hermione said
sadly. "But I don't think Hogsmeade is quite ready for this dress."
"It's a shame," Jamie said as she shrugged her shoulders. "The dress is
beautiful and you look marvelous in it. It would drive Harry crazy."
"That it would," Hermione agreed dejectedly.
Jamie looked at her watch and then said, "I have to be going. Alex will think I
got lost. Are we still on for Saturday?"
"Yes!" Hermione said. "I'll show you the place I have in mind after breakfast
and then we'll visit Madam Pomfrey."
Jamie looked uncomfortably at Hermione. She was not enthusiastic about sharing
her plans with Madam Pomfrey, but Hermione had said it was a necessary
precaution. As Jamie hurried off, Hermione stared glumly at herself in the
mirror.
"If my opinion counts for anything, I think you look striking," the mirror
announced.
"Of course your opinion matters," Hermione said. "I value your thoughts on an
issue greatly. It's just that I could never wear this as it is."
"May I then suggest a shawl?" The mirror suggested. "It would cover the
offending area, but you could easily remove it if you liked in order to taunt
Mr. Potter."
"That's a wonderful suggestion," Hermione said, quite pleased. "I have a shawl
that would match perfectly."
Hermione's smile faded as she stared into the mirror. She was undecided whether
or not to speak.
"I sense that you have a more grave matter on your mind than that dress," the
mirror observed.
"I'm worried about Emily," Hermione confessed. "I'd feel much better about her
future if she were in Gryffindor."
"The young Miss Zacherley's future is conditional on more significant events
than the house in which she resides. However, had she not ridden the Hogwarts
Express, she would have without a doubt ended up in Gryffindor. Only once she
boarded that train was she faced with choices."
Hermione was horror-stricken. "She didn't want to ride the train. I practically
forced her to take it. It's my fault she's in Slytherin."
"It is not your fault," the mirror said intensely. "Humans make choices in
life. Some of those choices have obvious consequences; others put events into
play that are not so apparent. You can no more take blame for Emily ending up
in Slytherin, than you can take credit for her saving Miss Thatcher's life.
"Emily saved Kim's life? When? How?" Hermione inquired, animatedly.
"Fifteen minutes ago, but not in a direct sense. Had it not been for Emily
being in Slytherin and helping Kim through some bumpy times, she would have
been taunted unmercifully by her dorm mates and attempted suicide once again.
Only this time she would have succeeded."
"Again?"
"Kim is a very forlorn child. I learned this when she looked into me the other
day. Outside of her mother, Kim has never had someone she could truly call a
friend. Lately, Kim's mother has been too preoccupied with the abusive
treatment she receives from her husband to be there for Kim. She is unaware
that her husband has also become abusive to her daughter."
"He hasn't...?" The words stuck in Hermione's throat.
'No!" The mirror responded, guessing Hermione's question. "But it was just a
matter of time, had she remained in that house. Although a person's future
holds infinite possibilities, most of Kim's ended with an early death until
Emily entered her life."
"Had I known that not taking the train would have resulted in Emily being in
Gryffindor, I probably would have shopped in Hogsmeade and by doing so caused
Kim death," Hermione said, the revelation horrifying her.
"That is why it is best that humans not know what the future domino effect of
their actions will be. A person could go crazy worrying about the upshot of
their every action."
Hermione nodded her head in agreement, recognizing that she could easily become
paranoid in that sort of way.
* * * * * *
"What do you think the special meeting is going to be about?" Kim asked Emily
as they walked backed to the Slytherin common room.
"Probably to go over another ten or twenty rules that Filch has thought up,"
Emily answered. "If he had his way, we'd all be restricted to our dorms
everyday. The man hates students with a fervor."
Becky and Marta had left the Great Hall at the same time and overheard Emily's
comment. "I don't think it has anything do with Filch this time," Becky said.
"I heard it was to discuss our initiation into Slytherin House."
"Initiation?! What initiation?" Emily practically shouted. "This isn't some
muggle prep school or stupid college fraternity. Hogwarts doesn't have hazing
or initiations."
"The other houses don't," Marta agreed, "but Slytherin is different. I heard
the initiation is usually something of a sexual nature."
"Denise said that last year they picked one boy and one girl from the first
years and they had to do "it" in front of the entire house," Becky said,
looking extremely apprehensive. "I couldn't do anything like that."
"Do 'it'?" Kim questioned. "What is 'it'?"
"Have sexual intercourse," Emily explained to a flabbergasted Kim. "Personally
I think Denise is full of it. They might propose we go through some sort of
ceremony and it may even have sexual connotations, but we're only eleven. No
one our age is going to have sex with a stranger in front of a group. I doubt
if many of the boys are even capable of getting an erection."
Marta glanced at Becky. "She's right about the boys. They, for the most part,
seem very juvenile. I doubt if most of them even know their penis has another
use other than peeing."
"Who's in charge of this immature program?" Emily inquired of Marta and Becky.
"That sixth year cousin of Denise's, Dirk Bancroft."
"Dick Bancroft," Emily corrected as they reached the common room. "I should
have known. He does his best to live up to his name."
Marta gave the password and they rushed in to join the balance of the first
years, already waiting uneasily.
They were barely inside when Dick swaggered up to them." How nice of you four
to decide to join us," he said smugly.
"We were informed to be here at seven," Emily said, defensively. "According to
my watch we still have five minutes."
Bancroft ignored Emily and cleared his throat. "If everyone will quiet down,
we'll get started now that all the first years are finally here."
For the next ten minutes Dick Bancroft rambled on about Slytherin House, its
history and traditions and how the other houses hated Slytherin because it was
immensely superior to them. Dick seemed to conveniently skip Slytherin's bad
years, especially the Potter years. He ended by saying that the first years had
to earn their right of passage into Slytherin House.
"Why should we have to go through an initiation when the other three houses
don't?" Emily inquired. "It's also against Hogwart rules."
"Zacherley, you'd best learn your place and learn it fast," Bancroft said
threateningly. "You're a first year. You listen and you learn. You can't listen
when you're talking; so keep your trap shut."
All the first years were rather taken aback by Bancroft's harsh tone.
"Dick, she was simply asking a question and a reasonable one at that," Doris
Burke, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, said.
"If she had been paying attention she would have heard me say that Slytherin is
not like the other houses. Being a Slytherin is not a right given to you by a
moth eaten hat. It is a privilege you must earn as has every first year that
has come before you."
"Exactly what do you expect us to do to earn this 'privilege'?" Emily asked.
Dick's face turned red. "You could start by keeping that mouth of yours shut."
The first years all stared at Emily. Like her or not, they had to admire the
backbone she was showing by going up against the Slytherin bully, Dick
Bancroft.
"Saturday morning you will all meet here in the common room at nine o'clock.
Don't be late!" He said loudly, staring at Emily. "Your names will be picked
from a hat two at a time. One boy and one girl, and you will be given a
challenge. You may accept the challenge or reject it. This will go on until one
couple has successfully completed their challenge or we have run out of names.
"It is only necessary for one couple to complete their challenge for the entire
class to pass the initiation, " Dick added.
Denise timidly raised her hand.
Dick smiled in her direction. "I'm delighted to see that at least one first
year knows how to show reverence and ask a question appropriately. Yes,
Denise."
"What ensues if none of the pairs pass a challenge?" Denise asked, not entirely
sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Outstanding question Denise. In that eventuality we will hold an auction and
you will each be sold into one month's slavery to the highest bidder," Dick
answered as he looked toward Emily salivating.
Janice raised her hand.
"So good to see you're all learning," Dick said smugly.
"What exactly must a slave do?" she asked, worried.
"Anything they are told to do," Dick quickly replied.
"Anything within reason," Doris added. "You have the right to appeal any order
if you feel it is out-of-line." She gave Dick a knowing glance. "Some of the
owners have a tendency to get carried away."
"I have a question for Bancroft," Emily said without raising her hand. "I heard
that many of the challenges are of a sexual nature. Is that because Salazar
Slytherin was a dirty old man or because you're a pervert?"
"That's it!" Bancroft shouted. "It's time you were put in your place, bitch."
Emily was caught off guard and didn't see Dick reach for his wand. Fortunately,
Kim had been expecting foul play from Bancroft and was holding her wand. The
moment Bancroft moved, Kim jumped in front of Emily and shouted, "Repercitio!"
just an instant before Dick shouted his own curse.
The shied lasted only a few seconds, but that was enough to reflect the curse
and send it rebounding back to its originator. The whole room was astonished.
Dick Bancroft the Slytherin tormenter was hanging inverted from the ceiling,
his wand on the floor beneath him. The actuality that someone had bested
Bancroft with his own curse was unbelievable. This fact that it was
accomplished by a timid first year with only three days class training was
mind-boggling.
"I owe you," Emily said as she gave Kim a hug.
"No you don't," Kim said with a smile. "Consider it partial payment of my debt
to you. But we both owe your sister for teaching us that spell."
Doris Burke stood with her arms folded looking at Bancroft with a smile that
stretched from ear to ear.
"Remove that damn smile from your face Burke and get me the hell down from
here. And you Thatcher enjoy your little victory because that's just the first
battle. You've made a poor choice of a friend in Slytherin and you'll pay. I'm
going to the head of house and report that you attacked an upper classman."
"You actually are as stupid as you look, aren't you Dick?" Doris said. "Forget
it! She bested you. Let it go. Finite Incantatum."
Unlike Jamie, perhaps on purpose, Doris didn't make sure anyone was available
to break Dick's fall. His plunge from the ceiling was not graceful, but it was
certainly agonizing. Dennis Crow ran to help his crony up.
"I don't care what Burke says, I going to Malfoy with this," Dick said as
Dennis helped him to his feet.
"Don't Dick, you'll come out on the short end," Crow advised. "Whoever taught
her that charm was smart. They wanted her to be able to protect herself, but
not get in trouble for possibly starting a duel. Although quite effective, that
was just a simple shielding charm."
"You're saying I should forget how she embarrassed me," Dick snarled.
"Not forget, just don't go to Malfoy. He'll have to let Granger and Snape do
the investigation. The first thing they'll do is run a wand history. Her wand
will show a simple protection charm and yours... do you really want them to see
your wands history?"
"Damn! I hate it when you're right," Bancroft said in disgust. "Get the hell
out of here, all of you," he shouted. "The show is over. First years, be here
Saturday morning."
* * * * * *
Saturday, September 4, 2004
Caitlin lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, bored to death. She had spent
the previous night in her parents' quarters, hoping that Emily would fill Jamie
and her in on everything that was happening in Slytherin House. Unfortunately
Emily had been required to spend the evening in her dorm and Jamie had not
arrived until quite late. Now it seemed everyone had something to do
immediately after breakfast with the exception of her.
Emily was still in the Slytherin common room doing whatever it was that
prevented her from spending the night with Jamie and Caitlin. Harry had joined
Ron on the Quidditch Pitch to give instruction to any students who were
interested in trying out for their house teams in a few weeks. And Jamie and
Hermione had taken off on a secret mission on which she wasn't allowed to
accompany them.
So, it was with great enthusiasm that Caitlin jumped off her bed to answer the
knock at the door. She literally ran to the door and threw it wide open.
Matt was unnerved by the rapidity with which the door was opened and by the
vision standing on the other side. No matter how often he saw her, the sight of
Caitlin unclothed would always electrify him.
"Am I glad to see you!" Caitlin exclaimed, as she looked up and down the hall.
"Are you alone?"
"Yeah! Randy is out practicing Quidditch. He hopes to try out for the house
team."
"Do you always answer the door like that?" Matt asked, concern registering on
his face. Did you even check to see who was knocking before you answered the
door nude?"
"No," Caitlin answered ingenuously. "It didn't matter who was knocking. I still
would have opened the door as I am. Come on in and I'll get us something to
drink."
"Are you sure it's all right? You're alone and naked."
Caitlin hesitated. "Mum said I could have friends up here. We never
specifically discussed boys. As for me being naked, you're used to that."
Caitlin led the way to the pantry as Matt held back slightly in order to admire
the view. "Where is everybody?"
"Emily had something special she had to attend in Slytherin House. Dad's off at
the Quidditch Pitch and although I'm not suppose to know about it, Mum and
Jamie are making plans for Jamie and Alex to have sex."
Matt was completely caught off guard. "Your Mum is helping Jamie make plans? I
can't believe.... Would you tell your Mum if you were going to...?"
"I'm not sure," Caitlin said. "I'd like to because I want the same guidance as
she's giving Jamie, but it's poles apart. Hermione thinks of Jamie as her
younger sister. She thinks of me as her little girl. I'm not quite sure how
she'll take it when I'm ready to have sex. But that's at least three years in
the future." Suddenly Caitlin started to squirm. "Matt I have an itch just below
my left shoulder blade. Will you scratch it, please?"
"Sure," Matt said, eagerly, grateful for the opportunity to touch Caitlin.
"That feels good," Caitlin said, practically purring like a kitten. "I love
having my back scratched. You wouldn't like to do that for the next hour or
two, would you?"
Caitlin was kidding, but Matt leapt at the opening. "I'd love to scratch your
back if you'll let me," Matt said enthusiastically.
"You're on," Caitlin said just as excitedly. "Grab your drink and we'll go to
my bedroom."
"Your bedroom?" Matt repeated, dumbfounded.
"Well, we can't do it standing here in the middle of the pantry. It's not
nearly as enjoyable standing and you'll tire out fast. You can sit at the head
of my bed with your back against the wall and I can lie using your leg as a
pillow. That way we'll both be comfortable."
Matt just hoped that all this comfort didn't cause him to have a reaction,
something that seemed to happen now every time he thought of Caitlin. After
Matt was settled at the head of Caitlin's bed, he laid one of her pillows
across his legs. Caitlin put her head on the pillow and lay on her side facing
away from Matt and assuming the fetal position. Matt felt like he was in heaven
as he began scratching her back
For a while they talked, but then just listened to the wizard wireless as they
both became lost in their individual thoughts. Caitlin's butt cheeks and tiny
budding breasts were both within reach, but Matt knew better than to touch
either. Instead he just scratched her back from her shoulders to her waist,
dreaming what it would be like to touch her all over. Wondering what it would
feel like to some day actually enter her.
Caitlin within minutes was thoroughly relaxed and at ease. It was good to be
held by someone she could trust. She drifted off into a half sleep;
unfortunately a condition that brought back memories of someone else who
scratched her back. But that person was only pretending to care for her and
they weren't satisfied just scratching her back. They wanted to caress her
chest and then touch her below the waist. But when they did they were no longer
gentle; they were hurting her. The more Caitlin begged and pleaded for them to
stop the more brutal the woman became. Then the woman reached for that broomstick.
If only her hands were free she'd put them around Hooch's neck and strangle the
life out of her. She visualized herself doing just that, but then she felt the
agony of the stick. Caitlin screamed, but not only in her dream. She screamed
and jumped awake. Then she screamed again when she saw Matt lying on the bed
cataleptic. His face was blue from affixation.
* * * * * *
"I have three small containers," Dick Bancroft announced. "In the pink one are
slips of paper with the names of all the first year girls. The blue box
contains the names of all the boys. The last box has six different tasks. Once
the participants have been selected the initiation challenge will be picked."
"I'm scared," Kim confided to Emily. "I know my name is going to be picked
first. I never win good things, but this I'll win."
"If your name is picked, I'll ask to take your place," Emily said truthfully.
Kim squeezed Emily's hand. "I know you would, but that wouldn't be right.
Somehow I'll do it; whatever it is."
"Only if it's something reasonable," Emily responded. "I'm not letting anyone
our age be forced into some stupid sex act for Dick Bancroft's pleasure. Not
even Denise."
Dick sat the three boxes on the table and concurrently picked a slip of paper
out of both the boys' and girls' boxes. He looked at the names and then put
them back in their respective boxes. "The representatives to undergo the
challenge are Emily Zacherley and Tyler Bancroft," Dick announced. "Now I'll
pick the challenge."
"Hold up a minute, Dick," Doris Burke said. "I'm totally against this whole
initiation hogwash, but if the majority insists on doing it; at least it should
be done fairly."
Suddenly Dick looked nervous. "Are you accusing me of cheating? If I were
dishonest in the selection of names, do you think I would have picked my own
brother?"
"No one accused you of being dishonest, but you could steer clear of any
suspicion by handling things differently. First of all you should have left us
see that all the names were in the hat and then let someone else select the
names and show them to the group."
"Well, it's too late now. I already picked names and to reselect wouldn't be
reasonable either." He thrust the two boxes at Doris. "You can check and see
that all the names were in, but I'm not selecting them over."
Doris quickly searched through both boxes. "All the names are here, at this
point we'll have to take your word for it as to who you picked," Doris said,
not too happily.
Dick looked thankful. "May I continue then," he said in a self-aggrandizing
way.
"After I check the other box to make certain that all six of the trials we
discussed are in the box," Doris said, obviously not trusting Dick.
"Maybe you'd like to manage this next year," Dick declared.
"If I have my way, there will be no next year for this nonsense," Doris said as
she read the six slips. "Dick, as an alternative to you picking the challenge,
why don't we allow one of participants to select?"
The look on Dick's face made it abundantly clear that he wasn't happy with this
proposal. "If that's what it takes to get on with it, so be it. Zacherley, you
best do the selecting. I'm sure Doris thinks Tyler can read the papers through
the box."
Doris frowned, but did prefer that Emily make the choice. She didn't trust
Tyler anymore than his brother.
Bancroft handed the last box to Emily. "Pick out one slip of paper, read it,
allow Tyler to read it, and then give it to me."
Emily picked out a slip of paper, read it and shook her head disgustedly before
handing it to Tyler. Tyler read it and immediately blushed. He then handed the
paper to his brother.
"Do you accept the challenge?" Dick asked.
"Before we say yes or no, I want to be clear on one thing," Emily said. "If we
do this, then this whole stupid initiation thing is over. No one else has to do
any challenges and no one has to serve slavery."
"That's the way Dick explained it last night," Doris said. "Is that correct,
Dick?"
Dick stared at Emily in disbelief. He was sure that all six challenges would be
rejected and that all twelve of the first years would end up in servitude for a
month. "That's correct," Dick agreed. "If you and your partner complete the
challenge in fifteen minutes, no additional names will be drawn, and the
initiation will be over."
"Tyler, we can do this," Emily said. "Let's end this nonsense here and now."
Tyler didn't seem nearly as confident as Emily, but reluctantly nodded his head
in agreement.
"The first couple has accepted their challenge," Dick announced in disbelief.
"They have fifteen minutes to enter the broom closet, strip down to their
underwear, and then return here wearing the other's clothes."
Kim's chin dropped to the ground as she stared at Emily. The other first year
girls looked at each other in skepticism.
"Now how the hell does the tart plan to pull that off?" Denise whispered to
Janice. "I'd never do that challenge and I wear a bra and knickers. How is she
going to avoid him seeing her naked?"
"She won't go through with it," Janice answered. They'll both be sold into
servitude and Dick will be picking two more names."
As the girls talked, Dick had led Emily and Tyler to the closet. "The sand in
this hourglass takes exactly fifteen minute to run through. I will turn it over
as soon as the closet door closes. You must be out here in the other's clothing
before the sand runs out."
As soon as Emily and Tyler stepped inside the door was closed behind them.
Tyler looked at Emily nervously. "I guess we'll be sort of heroes if we pull
this off? No one else will have to do a challenge and nobody will get
servitude. We just can't think of it as being in our underwear. I guess we
could pretend we're in our swimming costumes. Couldn't we?"
"Tyler, we can do this, but you have to promise that you won't freak out on
me," Emily said, apprehensively. "What type of underwear do you wear, boxers or
briefs?
"Boxers," Tyler answered, wondering why it mattered.
"I don't wear any," Emily said without hesitation or even the slightest blush.
Tyler just stared at Emily in disbelief. "If that's true why on earth did you
agree to do this challenge? We can't exchange clothes. I'd be in my boxers, but
you'd be totally nude."
"Tyler, I don't want to be anyone's servant for a month. I want to end this
entire initiation garbage right now. Nudity is not a big deal to me. I can live
with you seeing me naked in order to complete the dare. But we're wasting time.
Are you going to get undressed?"
"Yeah, but..."
"No buts," Emily said determinedly. "Hurry, get out of your clothes."
They both took their robes off quickly and then as Tyler started unbuttoning
his shirt, he glanced at Emily. She was already topless. He reluctantly looked
away.
"Don't be embarrassed," Emily said as she dropped her skirt to the floor. "It won't
bother me if you look, but please don't stop undressing. I don't want us to be
beaten simply because we ran out of time."
Tyler slipped his shirt off, took a deep breath and then undid his pants and
dropped them to the floor; not once taking his eyes off of Emily as she removed
her shoes and knee high socks.
As he finished taking off his socks, Tyler commented, "You're actually quite
pretty."
"You probably say that to every girl that strips in front of you," Emily said
good-naturedly.
"No really, you're extremely pretty. I consider myself fortunate to have gotten
to see you like this."
Emily laughed as she pointed to Tyler's boxers. "I know, your approval rating
is sticking out. Hurry let's get dressed."
Tyler's face turned crimson. He had tried to act cool, but his penis had
betrayed his excitement at seeing Emily in the buff. After putting things in
place, he exchanged clothes with Emily and they both started to dress.
Emily giggled when Tyler was finished dressing. "You should wear a skirt more
often," she said. "You have nice legs. But I do have one suggestion. Your
boxers shouldn't be longer than your skirt."
"This skirt is short," Tyler complained. How can you wear it with nothing
underneath? Aren't you afraid someone will see?"
"If they do, they do," Emily said, unemotionally. "You can see my face, or arms
or legs all the time. I think it's silly that people make such a big deal out
of breasts, vaginas and butt cheeks."
Tyler just shook his head. "You're amazing. I've never met a girl like you."
Emily gave Tyler a smile. "You're okay too Bancroft. Nothing like your
brother."
Kim checked her watch for the one-hundredth time. They're not going to make
it.
Just then, with thirty seconds to spare, the closet door opened and Emily and
Tyler stepped out. Tyler received most of the attention dressed in Emily's
skirt.
Dick Bancroft was totally disgusted. Emily had ruined his entire initiation
program. He had personally counted on making a nice chunk of cash on the
bidding for slaves. Emily was fast becoming as equally unpopular with Dick as
her sister.
"Bancroft and Zacherley have changed garments in the required time," Dick
announced. "The ceremony will be complete when they change back into their own
articles of clothing in front of us."
Emily and Tyler looked at each other, aghast.
* * * * * *
"I've never been on this floor before," Jamie said as she and Hermione reached
the landing for the seventh floor.
"I doubt if many students have," Hermione responded. "This level is disused and
has little of significance besides the Come and Go Room, or as some have dubbed
it, the Room of Requirement."
Jamie gave Hermione an extremely confused look. "It's called the Come and Go
Room because it isn't always here," Hermione explained. "Sometimes the door is
there and other times it's just a blank wall. The door only appears if you have
an actual need for the room."
"Will it appear today, since I essentially don't have a current need?" Jamie
asked with unease.
"I'm not sure," Hermione answered. "We can only try."
They walked along the corridor until they came to a stretch of blank wall
opposite an enormous tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy's foolish attempt to
train trolls for the ballet. "This is the place' "Hermione said.
Jamie looked at the blank wall with disenchantment. "There's no room," She
said, disappointment evident in her voice.
"There wouldn't be yet," Hermione commented. "We must walk past this bit of
wall three times, concentrating hard on what we need."
And so they did, turning sharply at the window just beyond the blank stretch of
wall and then again at the man-size vase on its other side.
Jamie concentrated hard, saying over and over again, I need a place we can
be alone, a place that will make our first time together special, a place to
make love.
As they paced back and forth, Hermione also thought intensely. We need a
place where two people won't be disturbed while they get to know each other in
the most intimate of ways. We need a very romantic place.
After finishing their third walk by, Jamie turned and then reached for and
squeezed Hermione's hand. The blank wall now contained a highly polished door.
They approached the door guardedly. Hermione reached out and grabbed the brass
handle. As she opened the door, Jamie first noticed the glow of candlelight
that illuminated the room romantically, but as she entered she was overwhelmed
by the focal point of the room, an enormous round bed large enough to
comfortably sleep twelve people.
Soft music was playing, but Jamie was unable to locate its source. About ten
feet from the bed was a sunken bathtub large enough for six people filled with
bubbly water, which upon touching, Jamie found to be the perfect temperature.
There was even a sauna in the one corner. As if the bed wasn't large enough,
the floor was covered in soft padded carpeting. There were no chairs, but
instead there were abundant silk cushions on the floor.
The far wall contained a bookcase, which immediately drew Hermione's attention.
The books seemed to all be about sex, but what surprised Hermione was that each
volume she picked up seemed to be about women satisfying women. As she returned
"The Tongue and How to Use It" to the shelf, Jamie called to her.
"Hermione, the room is wonderful, but I'm slightly confused," Jamie said. "The
décor seems rather womanly and why would two young lovers want all these type
of things?" Jamie was pointing to a bookcase stocked with every conceivable
type of female sex toy.
Suddenly Hermione face turned scarlet red as she asked, "Exactly what type of
room did you say you required?"
"I concentrated hard," Jamie said. I kept saying over and over again that, I
need a place we can be alone, a place that will make our first time together
special, a place to make love."
Hermione face was still red, but she suddenly burst into irrepressible
laughter. Jamie stared impatiently at Hermione, not understanding what was so
funny.
Finally when Hermione was able to gain control, she put her arm around Jamie. "When
you and Alex come to use the room, I think you will find it the same in many
ways, but also different. This room was designed for you and I."
"You and I?" Jamie said in shock.
"Yes. I think the room thought that we wanted to be together," Hermione
laughed. "I'm sure some changes will be made when it's you and Alex making your
needs known."
They both laughed as they continued to look about the room.
"Hermione, can I ask you a very delicate question?" Jamie inquired.
"You can ask," Hermione said with a smile. "Whether or not I'll answer depends
on the question."
Jamie faltered as she worked up her nerve. Finally she said, "Have you ever
been, or wanted to be with another woman?"
"Not unless you consider that awful incident with Madam Hooch being with a
woman, and I certainly don't."
"No," answered Jamie. "I was referring to something you wanted to do."
"In that case the answer is a definite no. I've wondered what it would be like,
but I couldn't picture myself ever being with anyone, male or female, other
than Harry." Hermione looked deep into Jamie's eyes. "Now that I've answered
your question, I have one for you. Why did you ask?"
Jamie squirmed as she wondered how she could avoid answering. Finally she
decided that she didn't want to circumvent the question. She was going to be
truthful with Hermione. "The other day when you kidded that I should either get
out or join you in the shower, I wanted to join you."
"And now you're wondering about your sexuality? Don't. I've seen you look at
Alex, and you've never looked at me like you do him. There's love and then
there's love in capital letters. Your love for Alex is like mine for Harry.
It's not just capital letters, but it's underlined and in bold print.
"You and I have a different kind of love and fortunately, being women, we can
express it more openly. Harry and Ron have the same type of love, but the male
persona prevents them from displaying it, which is a shame."
"You're taking about hugging and kissing?" Jamie asked; wanting to make sure
she was on the same page as Hermione.
"Exactly. Imagine the comments if Harry and Ron hugged and kissed each other in
public."
"They'd be labeled as gay," Jamie said.
"But you and I have hugged and kissed each other completely nude in public
without anyone thinking a thing of it."
Jamie was still confused. "I understand what you're saying, but that doesn't
explain my desire to jump in the shower with you."
"I think that was just an extension of the love you have for all of us.
Caitlin, Emily and you had just gotten done showering all together and had a
ball doing it. I think you just wanted to continue the fun and make me a part
of it."
"That makes sense. Can I ask another question?" Jamie inquired.
"I feel like a genie being asked for another wish," Hermione said with a
cackle. "Jamie, I think we're close enough that if you have a question, you can
ask it without first being granted permission."
"What would you have done if I followed you into the shower?
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "I can't believe how much you girls have
changed me. Last year at this time I would have screamed bloody murder, been
totally embarrassed, and never spoken to you again. The other day, I would have
laughed, pulled you into the shower and given you a hug."
Jamie glanced at the sunken tub and then at Hermione. "It's a shame to let that
go to waste."
"Jamie Zacherley! Are you suggesting that I, a Hogwarts professor, should get
in that tub naked with a student? You do realize Caitlin and Emily are going to
have a fit if they find out they missed out on this."
"We can bring them along some other time. What do you say sister?"
Hermione never answered Jamie, at least not verbally. The pile of clothes that
suddenly appeared next to her was answer enough.
* * * * * *
Caitlin was beside herself with anguish Somehow her actions in the dream had
resulted in Matt's present condition. But she couldn't think about that now.
Saving Matt's life was her only concern. Quickly she straddled his limp body
and placed her lips against his as Madam Pomfrey had shown her. For a
Hyperempath, this was literally the kiss of life. Please Matt! Please don't
die! I'll do anything! Anything you ask, but please don't die!
Caitlin maintained the kiss until finally she felt Matt moving beneath her. He
was coming around, but there was an expression of fear on his face. Suddenly he
tried to push her aside and get up.
"What happened?" He shouted nervously. "Did you do that to me? Did you try to
kill me?" Once again he tried to get up. This time Caitlin literally threw
herself on top of him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Matt, I'm sorry. I'm not sure what happened, but I'd never intentionally hurt
you. You must know how I feel about you."
As Matt's senses returned to him, he calmed slightly and stopped struggling
against Caitlin. Even if Caitlin was responsible for what just occurred, he
realized it was not done on purpose. She'd never hurt him. He stopped
struggling and instead wrapped his arms around the young girl. "Did you mean it
when you said you'll do anything I asked if I didn't die?"
Caitlin broke Matt's hold on her and sat up on her haunches. "You heard me say
that?" she questioned. "But Matt, I never said that aloud, I only thought it."
"But I heard you. I heard you as clear as I hear you now. Did you mean it?"
"Yes, I meant it," Caitlin said suddenly extremely panicky. She had practically
killed Matt and without a doubt owed him anything he asked, but... the look on
his face was like one she had never seen before. We're only twelve. Could he
actually be considering asking me to do that? How can I say no? He almost died
because of me.
Caitlin literally shivered. "Anything."
Matt pulled her back down against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.
* * * * * *
"That went much better than I expected," Jamie said as she and Hermione
departed the infirmary. "I expected her to give me a lecture, but she was
actually quite nice and supportive."
Hermione smiled. "There are two Madam Pomfreys. When someone is hurt or sick
you see the strict, nervous, order shouting Pomfrey. You just met the Pomfrey
that most of the students never get to see, the loving, caring,
giving-you-the-shirt-off-her-back Pomfrey. I never got to see that side of her
until I became a Professor."
"I expected her to try to talk me out of it; tell me I was too young. Instead
she was very helpful and compassionate."
"You are too young," Hermione said. "So was I. But when you're young and in
love it's hard to be reasoned with. I'm glad you confided in me. And now that
you've seen Pomfrey you can rest easy that there is no chance of a pregnancy."
"I'm glad I saw Madam Pomfrey, but if I hadn't, Alex and I would have still
used some type of muggle protection," Jamie said confidently.
"And most likely ended up pregnant! Jamie, you're a witch. We may look just
like muggles, but the same genes that give you your magical ability also make
your body different from a muggle's in some ways. Most muggle birth control
won't work on us; witches and wizards are extremely fertile. Even our cycle is
different from a muggle woman's in that our periods only last three days and we
can conceive the other twenty-eight."
"But with the potion I'm safe?"
"The potion she gave you is one hundred percent effective. Depending on how it
is brewed the protection will last three, six or twelve months. You don't have
to be concerned until next year at this time."
Jamie's eyes began to tear. "I don't know what I would have done without your
help."
Hermione put her arm around Jamie and gave her a hug. "That's what big sisters
are for. Do you have a special night planned?"
"No, but now that I'm prepared, I can relax and just let it happen."
As the reached the staff quarters, Hermione hesitated for a moment. "It's going
to be hard to see them become women, but I hope Emily and Caitlin will come to
me when they're ready to take that step."
"For their sake, I hope they do, too," Jamie said sincerely as she opened the
door. "I can't wait to tell them both about our bath together. They're going to
be so upset they missed out."
"Perhaps we can go back tomorrow and take them with. If we all coax him, maybe
Harry will join us," Hermione said with a glimmer in her eye.
"That would be fun, but do you think you can convince him to do it?"
"I'm not sure, but I notice Harry has a hard time saying no to me." Hermione
looked around the empty room. "I wonder what Caitlin's been up to in our
absence."
"She probably in her room, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling totally
bored. Let's go check."
End of Chapter Seven.
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