The Unseen Eye of Hogwarts

CHAPTER THREE

In Our Cancer of Passion

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Schoolwork proved to be more strenuous than ever. Despite the fact that they were only a week and a half into the year, students could be heard complaining loudly in the halls about that three page essay Professor Snape assigned just because he "had a lot of extra parchment laying about that he wanted to have made use of."

But overall, the year had gotten off to a sturdy start. Filch, while stroking his cat Mrs. Norris, could often be seen, more so heard, in a corner, grumbling about what antics the students had thought up to haunt him. Peeves the Poltergeist was as insufferable as ever, singing shrill chants about the 'wee first years' and 'that Harry Potty boy.'

"Just ignore the song Harry," Hermione had consoled, as they filed past a singing Peeves.

"Yeh, its cake to walk by without listening, 'Mione. Especially when it's just another reminder that you've got to kill a madman in less than two years' time. Real easy."

Hermione had winced at the boy's stinging tone, but seemed to brush it all off rather quickly, as if she were used to Harry's depressing statements.

But the hardest working of them all was, of course, Hermione. But even she didn't seem to want to be working. In fact, if Mia could recall correctly, Hermione had been quite defiant to a teacher's lessons during class one day. Mia's mind vaguely wandered to the particular event.

...

It was in Transfiguration, the heat of the classroom dulling the class's brains down to sluggish thinking. Professor McGonagall had become quite irate at the class as a result of this. She had been discussing the concept of transfiguring things into objects of need rather than objects of want. She was explaining something about how this particular case was examined and studied in the Ministry of Magic to decide what their standing point on transfiguration of items into need and want was. One example of transforming an item into another item of want was altering an object to appear as an everyday tool when people were present, but changing it back into something else, like a bottle of vodka, or something illegal, when people were not present.

"So I could be hiding alcohol in my room and not worry about my parents ever finding it?" Seamus asked, raising his hand.

"Of course, Mr. Finnigan, granted that you really do think that your parents aren't as clever as you."

Seamus dropped his look of excitement.

"And if I'm correct, they are full-fledged wizards, and you - Mr. Finnigan - are not. Now if you want to try it, I'm not stopping you."

The class laughed. Seamus leaned back in his seat and kept his mouth shut.

"Although I'm not going to discuss the political standpoint of this today, I will be showing you the drawbacks of transfiguring objects into anything you want, as opposed to something you will need for today's particular project."

Hermione's hand shot in the air. "Professor, I'm not sure if you can permanently label items with need and want, as you are suggesting."

Professor McGonagall arched an eyebrow.

"Well, I mean, take an alcoholic for example. To them, alcohol would become a need as a result from the disease. To the normal person, it would just be a want."

Professor McGonagall thought about it and replied slowly. "Well, that's true, and many other things would seem to become wants when one gets into an abnormal state of mind. But keep in mind they would seem to become wants. They wouldn't necessarily be wants. If any of this makes sense." She looked around the room.

The class mumbled a reply to show they were still alive. None of them actually ever paid attention to Hermione's questions in class.

"Yes, but when one is in a radical state of mind, things can become twisted can't they? Your priorities become set differently - "

"But this is a bit off subject, Miss Granger."

"No, not really; you were giving us a base of what we were going to learn today, and I'm just clearing it up."

"Well, if you've cleared it up thoroughly, perhaps we could actually get on with the project."

Hermione snorted. "I just disagree with the whole thing. Isn't this project based on a matter of opinion? I mean, we are supposed to be learning fact, professor."

"Miss Granger, if you really want to discuss the matter after class, you can. For now, no one has any idea what you are talking about, and they probably don't care either." Professor McGonagall's statement ended sharply with a hint of annoyance that seemed to sting Hermione.

Mia, who watched carefully from the corner, examined the look on Hermione's face - the look of a working mind. Maybe others didn't think so, but Mia found Hermione rather entertaining in the classroom. It was not unusual for her to strike up a friendly, or sometimes vicious, debate with one of the school's professors. Ah, but the rest of the class was bored by it, give or take an envious glare from a jealous student, or in this case, the look of admiration from Cho Chang.

She hadn't seen much of Hermione after that. When class ended that Friday, everyone rushed out eagerly. It must've been the excitement for the upcoming party on Saturday. Mia didn't plan on attending the social scene for Saturday night. Perhaps she'd stop by out of curiosity, but most likely she'd sit in the library like a loner and study for homework that hadn't even been assigned yet. But, even with the frenzy of cheerful students surrounding her, a twinge of something stirred somewhere deep inside of her. She felt left out.

Wait, that was idiocy. She wasn't jealous. No, no, no. She just craved information. Humans; so different from one another. Each so interesting. Each so...

"Dammit!"

Mia realized she had been standing in the middle of a hallway, and a burly looking boy had crashed into her.

"Sorry," Mia squeaked, her voice sounding unfamiliar, even to her.

...

Saturday night rolled around quickly. Students were running in and out of the room the party was being held, (which was the Hufflepuff's common room this year), carrying in objects or bringing out objects. Justin Finch-Fletchley was making quite a big fuss of covering up the portrait of Sir Quagmire Fillibus, one of Dumbledore's close painting accomplices, presumably because he didn't want the portrait to go leaking out to Dumbledore about the party. Mia didn't need to think twice about why they wanted to conceal the party activities, which was just another reason not to go.

And the party came. Activity was slow at first, but it escalated over the hour or so, and Mia could tell just form studying in the library. When she had glanced up to dip her quill in the bottle of ink, she realized it was rippling. The damn music was being played so loud, that it was causing her ink to vibrate, and more importantly, her concentration to be thrown way off.

"Fine!" she said aloud, answering her mind's decision on whether to attend the party. She might as well go. It'd be fun to watch people make fools of themselves. Besides, it was Saturday night for Merlin's sake!

She made her way to the party entrance, the music gradually growing louder, and finally reaching an earsplitting boom boom boom when she stood right outside the entrance. Suddenly, the door swung open, the party terrifyingly loud, and two girls ran out, shrieking and giggling. The door swung shut behind them, and the sound was contained once again.

"But I don't want to grow a beard!" Cho yelled, dashing behind a bookcase with flailing arms. Mandy chased her with a wand, and with a flick of it, a thick beard grew on Cho's face. They laughed insanely, (and rather drunkenly), then ran back into the party.

Mia rolled her eyes and decided not to hang around here any longer. Looked like she was going to turn in early tonight. But on her route back to the common room a noise caught her attention. It was down the History of Magic hallway. She smiled mischievously and gave the hallway a fleeting glance before following the noise.

She saw something moving in an unused classroom next to Professor Binn's class. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of a couple in the middle of the classroom. It was Harry Potter and - Hermione?

Mia crouched next to a statue near the entrance of the room. The door was halfway opened, but she still found a good view.

She had never known; Harry and Hermione. She felt the insane desire to laugh. They were now heatedly kissing, hands traveling everywhere. Harry had his hands running through Hermione's golden hair, his thigh digging in between her legs. Mia never could have imagined Hermione doing something like this. It was just so...so... un-Hermione-like.

But it was more than an act of passion. Harry had hunger swirling in the depths of his green eyes. She moaned. Mia perked up. Harry was slowly leaning her backwards onto a wooden desk. She gently fell back onto the hard surface, her hair fanning out beneath her, spilling off the end of the desk in golden locks. Their bodies fell in place with one another so perfectly. They moved together rhythmically, shining with sweat in the room's eerie light. Harry now had his hand gliding up her bronze leg, her flawless skin shining in the dim room. Her skirt lifted higher and higher. Hermione cocked her head back, allowing Harry to kiss at her neck and ear. She smiled. She trusted him too. Her back curled into his abdomen, his pelvis rocking at hers. The zealous scene was unfolding before Mia.

"Harry," Hermione sighed.

Mia could feel the fervor radiating from them. Passion was ignited somewhere in Harry's mind, it seemed. He placed a hand on her breast and Hermione sighed hoarsely with pleasure. Her eyes opened briefly - they were dark, passionate and full of lust. Then he took Hermione's arms and pinned them above her head, kissed her neck, and with his other hand, went up her skirt somewhere. Mia had to rub her eyes once to make sure she was seeing things clearly.

Hermione moaned loudly this time. She had never witnessed a sight like this - a man pleasuring a woman. And to see the effect it had on her! Her fingernails clenched the shirt on his back. Her body heightened. Her voice was higher, her breath; stuttered. Her back arched into Harry's stomach. She groaned. And Harry smiled. He continued kissing her neck, deriving great satisfaction from Hermione's helplessness.

"Oh Harry," she whispered, bringing her arms forth to caress his body. Harry, with the permission of Hermione, slowly raised her shirt and bra upwards, and his eyes widened with ecstasy as he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts and bit it softly. She let an 'oh' escape her lips, as if surprised, and smiled slightly, relishing the act of intimacy.

Hermione brought her hand down this time to God knows where. Harry pulled back and licked his lips subconsciously as the girl pleasured herself beneath him, hot and moaning.

Mia heard footsteps down the hall. She stood up and fled.

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Sleep brought scenes of the night into her dream; like an ardent play before her of whimsical actors in wild situations. Except the humans looked oddly like puppets and everyone had strings attached to them. Mia awoke, feeling uncomfortably hot. Sunday morning had come. Sun spilled onto her bed sheets and if she looked out the window a large crowd of students were walking towards the Quidditch stadium. There was a game today - Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. She had forgotten about it. With all the partying that went on last night, Mia doubted anyone would be flying that well.

Like the rest of the school, she made her way to the Quidditch stadium. Students sported colors of red and gold or blue and black. Luna Lovegood, a quirky, eccentric Ravenclaw girl, was wearing her homemade hat, which was that of a very realistic looking lion head. She was obviously supporting Gryffindor.

It took her a full ten minutes to walk down to the stadium. When she got there, Mia had to search carefully amidst the crowd of cheering and chanting people to get a seat.

Whoosh.

The fliers were entering the field. The announcer, Stewart Ackerly, began to proclaim the Gryffindor team as each flier zoomed out over the stadium.

-"Bell, Spinnet, Johnson, Kirke, Sloper, Weasley... aaaand Potter!"

The crowd cheered loudly. Mia watched Harry high-five Ron and he flew off into position.

"And their opponent: the Ravenclaw team!" Stewart announced, "Quirke, Davis, McDermott, Radcliffe, Grint, Watson...and Chang!"

Cho flew out last, rather wobbly, looking rather disgruntled. Before Mia could think on it any longer, the teams lined up and Madame Hooch threw up the Quaffle and the whistle blew. The game had begun.

The Gryffindor team, all of whom were excellent fliers, passed and dived their way to the first ten points. The second goal went to Ravenclaw. Even from her seat, Mia could see Ron's face go red after he let Ravenclaw score past him. After twenty minutes, the score was 30-50 to Gryffindor. Harry was on the lookout for the Snitch. Cho was flying about blindly, not seeming to be looking for anything in particular. Then Mia saw it. Harry had definitely spotted the snitch. He dived downwards to one of the goalposts. Cho blearily looked over and followed suit. Harry quickly pulled up. He was feigning.

Cho, not realizing that Harry hadn't actually spotted the snitch, continued to fly downwards, and pulled up just in time to avoid impact with the ground.

Orla Quirke, the Ravenclaw captain looked furious with Cho. "What the hell are you doing Cho!? Get on Potter's tail!"

After another ten minutes, Harry seemed to have spotted the snitch for real this time. It was near the Slytherin crowd. He hurtled through the air. Mia realized Harry had absolutely no competition. Cho just didn't seem to be having a good day, and was almost 100 feet behind him.

Harry was just a foot above the crowd, flying over their heads. And he was gaining on the snitch too.

A cheer erupted from the stadium. Mia craned her neck to see Harry holding out a hand, which held the Snitch, wings fluttering helplessly.

"And the victory goes to Gryffindor! 200 to 30!"

The crowd applauded as Harry flew around in a victory lap before landing with the rest of the team who huddling around him, cheering.

Mia caught a glimpse of an angry Cho, throwing her broomstick down. The Ravenclaw coach seemed to be yelling at her. It was now quite obvious that Cho was extremely hung over.

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

The crowd began to move back to the castle, and Mia followed.