***Nursie Note*** Once again I'd like to thank you for the reviews. This fic is going to take a dark turn and there will be a twist. Again I'd like to say please email me with any comments you may have to change an error etc... simply because that way I can fix it or explain why it isn't an error.
This part will have you thinking I'm a sadist but I'm not. I promise. I just love angsty stories. I probably should post Part 8 as well because it should explain a few things. Like Part 6 did with Willow. However... You should know that it is the last part that is back from my current beta. SO posting will be way slower than it has been. I am letting you know now, that way if a chapter takes a few days to get posted, you know why.
If I had to place myself as a character in this story it would NOT be Willow. I honestly am nothing like her. I am much more like Madame Pomphrey who will have much more of a role during Willow's Interludes coming up. You might see a bit a "nursie" reference there. I don't know how else to write her. She is one of my favorite characters in the HP books. I feel a certain kinship to her. *lol* Alrighty then... enough jabber. This gets really naughty.
~Nursie
Part 7: Ramifications-
Harry stood there shocked, his fingers to his lips. His eyes burned with tears and the effort of keeping them open. Slowly and voluntarily he forced himself to move.
It would be awhile before Hermione would even look at him… let alone speak to him, he knew that as sure as he knew the prophecy… Kill or be killed. He suddenly wished he were already dead. Anything would be better than the feelings of shame, guilt and loneliness that now took up residence in the pit of his gut.
Mechanically he found himself at the top of the staircase leading towards the dorms. He walked briskly to the prefect bathroom wanting to scrub away the dirty feeling that had crept under his skin.
He blankly muttered the password to the entrance and stepped inside.
He stopped, looking around… searching for anyone that might be present. When he was satisfied that he was alone, he quickly began to strip off his clothes, throwing them wherever they landed. One toe touched the water springing from one of the many faucets
strategically placed around the pool so that it would fill fast. Testing the temperature, he watched the water fill the enormous pool like tub and sank into the water until he was waist deep. He took a seat on the bench that ran along the wall of the pool and muttered the charm to turn on the jets to soothe his aching muscles. He brought his knees to his chest, and then rested his chin on them hugging his legs.
Harry didn't know how much time was passing, nor did he blink when the hot water from the jets splashed up onto his glasses. He felt the water on his chin and he sat there, trying to forget the look on Hermione's face.
~How could I have mistaken that for love…~
He scolded himself mentally, his eyes finally stopped glaring into nothing and skimmed the almost dark room, moonlight from the small skylight above danced gracefully upon the clear water giving Harry little to no cover.
"Harry…" A shill like voice echoed acoustically through the large, almost empty room.
Harry jumped up startled. "Hermione?" He cried hopefully, hearing her name bounce off the wall back into his head.
"Sorry Harry… I didn't mean to spy." Said the voice.
"Oh, Hello Myrtle." Harry said automatically. Then, realizing his state of undress and clearness of the water, he chased the greeting with something a little less welcoming. "Bloody fuck Myrtle… what are you doing in here?" He screamed, the bathroom just adding to the booming sound of his voice.
"I said I was sorry Harry… You look so sad." Myrtle started with a sniffle, then burst into violent moaning.
Harry tried to hide his face as he rolled his eyes… Myrtle still couldn't do anything without sobbing. Harry sighed with frustration. "Where are you Myrtle? This is a bit embarrassing."
"I'll say…" Myrtle teased from where ever she was.
"That's unfair Myrtle. You can see me…" He shifted his position in the water strategically placing his hands to hide himself. "All of me probably." He added in a smaller voice. "Yet… I can't see you?" He relaxed his shoulders awaiting her reply.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about Harry… It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Oh, you do this often then?" Her presence was aggravating him and he desperately wanted her to show him where she was so he could place his hands above the water. He certainly didn't want her to think he was wanking off with her there.
Myrtle finally granted Harry's request. She came up quickly behind Harry at the edge of the pool. "BOO!" She cried and went into a fit of giggles while Harry stumbled with his arms flailing, fell backwards underneath the water.
Harry stood frighteningly quick. Shook the water from his hair, removed his glasses with one hand and swiping the water from his face with the other.
When Myrtle saw the look in his emerald eyes sending off sparks of gold and scarlet, she was thankful she was already dead.
"Damn it Myrtle… What the hell did you do that for?" he cried, splashing some water at her, knowing it wouldn't bother her but doing it anyway.
Myrtle's expression changed dramatically after seeing Harry's expression. She looked a bit nervous and chewed on her jaw.
"I'm waiting Myrtle. I do need to get out of here sometime and I'll be damned if I am going to get out of this tub starkers with YOU standing there!"
Myrtle turned around shyly in a puff of smoke, her body reforming with the back of her head facing Harry and her transparent hands covering her glasses for good measure.
"I just thought you might say thank you for saving poor Ginny Weasley today… is that so much to ask… Poor Myrtle. She doesn't feel anything, remember…"
Harry blew out his breath in frustration and grabbed for the towel on the ledge, pushing up and out of the water with his strong arms.
Without drying he wrapped the towel around his narrow waist, crossed his arms at his chest and stood there with his brow arched waiting for Myrtle to speak. "Ok, Myrtle you can turn around."
"But… I thought you wanted…"
"You are obviously here to tell me something… I don't need to go to Nearly Headless Nick and report you're snooping in the prefect bathroom…" He paused for effect, knowing how sensitive Myrtle was.
"You didn't report me the last time." Myrtle replied as she started to sob harder yet.
"That's because I wasn't even supposed to be here… and besides… I didn't have much to hide back then." Harry added the last bit to show he wasn't really mad at her just as much as it was to get her to stop crying. She had gotten his mind off where it was, and for that he was actually grateful to her.
"Oh Harry… yes you did…err…you do." She giggled in that high pitch way that made Harry's ears want to bleed. "You've only grown more handsome with age… Harry. You have grown more and more to look like your father I dare say…maybe even more handsome." Myrtle smiled a pink coming to her transparent cheeks.
Harry's jaw threatened to drop to the floor with a mixture of disgust and intrigue that really made him want to rethink his questions. "You spied on my father?" His tone was a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity but he asked anyway.
"Oh sure Harry… I've spied on everyone. I have nothing else to do you see. I used to sit in that tap right over there and watch your dad, that one guy who became a professor here… what was his name… the werewolf…" She pointed to one of the golden faucets that helped fill the tub while she thumped her temple with her other hand trying to remember the name.
"Lupin." Harry supplied for her.
"Yes… yes… Lupin… thank you Harry… and that dashing Black fellow…"
Again she went with the pink cheeks. "While they were…"
Harry's heart dropped a bit when she mentioned his godfather Sirus but he swallowed the lump forming in his throat and listened while she finished her story.
He had never thought about how long Myrtle had been at Hogwarts… or if she had ever met his father. He pretty much knew by now that she had possibly seen every bloke that came through Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a rather private situation. He fought to keep a straight face. Until he actually registered what she just said.
"…Taking out their wands and do engorgement charms on their willies." Myrtle was in hysterics and Harry suddenly felt what Ron meant after Muggle Health about information overkill. "Although neither you or your father needed one Harry." She winked at him flirtatiously as she took a seat on a padded bench off to the side near the wall.
Harry muttered a quick impervious charm on his glasses as his hair started dripping water down the lenses then walked towards her to take a seat next to where she hovered just about the wooden bench.
"Uumm… Thanks Myrtle." He said as he neared her taking a seat. He didn't know quite how to respond to her compliment but he had enough sense to thank her. Harry coughed to clear his throat and sought to catch Myrtle's eyes to keep at shoulder level.
"You did have something you wanted to tell me right… ALONE… other wise you wouldn't be in here?" His tone was leading so that Myrtle would understand him. Sometimes she could be rather thick.
She looked again at Harry from his face to his feet and Harry felt very much like he did when the photographers from the Daily Prophet were photographing him even with his clothes on. She cleared her throat as well then shyly she caught his eye.
"Yes… I did Harry."
Harry made it back to his room after his words with Myrtle wearing only his towel in the darkness. The portraits seemed to watch him as he walked eyeing him suspiciously and some muttering incantations to make the towel fall to the floor.
He pushed open the door to his room thankful his towel had remained on his waist and kicked it shut with his foot once inside. The moonlight from the window on the far side was the only light he had as his still wet feet pattered across the wooden floorboard making a squishy noise. His mind was trying to contemplate Myrtle's warning… But she hadn't really told him much of what he didn't already know.
Myrtle had been too afraid to tell Harry anymore of what she had seen and she panicked leaving Harry wanting answers.
"Silly girl." He said aloud as he unwrapped the towel around his waist to sit on his bed naked, the air doing little to quell his uncovered body's uncontrolled heat from earlier that had stayed with him since Hermione had left him. The cold air had hit him instantly but he just sat there staring into space. Looking down at his lap, he noticed once more he was still carrying the frustrations with him that his encounter with Hermione had caused. Even if he wasn't thinking about her consciously, his subconscious wanted nothing more than to find her and make everything all right.
He ran his hand over his face grabbing his glasses and placing them on his nightstand.
"I never meant to hurt you…" Harry whispered softly to the room as one hand gently went to the beginnings of his forming erection. "If you only knew what is going to happen?" He touched himself softly shifting his weight in order to get comfortable. "If only I could have shown you what you mean to me…" He breathed, turning to slide into his welcoming four-poster bed. He looked around his room as he pulled his blanket down enough to climb under but staying above the cool covers. Noticing he had bunched his pillows all up to one side of his bed, he reached out to grab one to place under his head.
"OUCH!"
He heard a distinctly feminine voice cry as he jumped out of his bed to see what the hell was going on. He covered his middle with the pillow he had grabbed along with some strands of bushy brown hair laced in in his fingers then nudged at the group of them starting at the middle of his bed.
"Bloody hell… who's there…" His eyes flashed with embarrassment as he pulled back a pillow to reveal the one person he thought would never speak to him again. "Hermione… I…" Harry's eyes were as round as galleons and had no idea what to say to her.
She sat up slowly, as Harry stared at her with a look on her face Harry couldn't understand just yet. She took in a deep breath and covered her bare shoulder with Harry's blanket.
~ What's she wearing? Did I just see her bare shoulder? ~
"Harry?" Hermione smiled weakly at him. "I'm sorry to have scared you… but I couldn't leave it like that. We need to talk." She motioned towards Harry with her hand. "How's your face Harry… I didn't mean to hit you."
Harry relaxed despite his attire. Fortunately Hermione hadn't realized he wasn't dressed or at least he hoped she hadn't. He sat slowly back on the edge of his bed. "It's ok Hermione… I deserved it. I shouldn't have taken advantage." His voice was low and he averted her eyes.
Hermione looked at him sternly. "You didn't take advantage Harry. You're not really that thick are you? If anyone was taking the advantage, it was me."
"Well, it's good that we controlled ourselves… we're still friends right?" Harry asked as he shyly covered himself with the same blanket Hermione was using, removed the pillow from underneath and propped himself up on his elbow lying on his side to face her.
Hermione could see his wonderful chest in the moonlight. It danced off his pectoral muscles and down his ribcage to his abdomen towards a trail of dark hair leading to places she couldn't bring herself to call by name.
Harry saw her eyes wander from his collarbone to his chest then rest on his belly button and ultimately inch downward. He saw her blush and lick at her lips wetting them. He groaned deep in his throat imagining her mouth anywhere near his hardening flesh. His excitement grew maddening as his heartbeat drummed in his ears. Trying to ignore the cool material of the blanket as the part of his body he'd lost control over hours ago stiffened, becoming more evident as it tented the cover. He once again reached for a pillow to conceal the evidence but Hermione grabbed his wrist.
"We need to talk about this Harry. There is something going on here and I think I deserve an explanation. My feelings for you have changed you see… and from evidence brought forth to me earlier today, so have yours."
"You don't understand…"
"You don't let me understand Harry." Hermione argued.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I don't want you to say anything… Show me." Hermione nudged closer to him and Harry didn't know what to do. He locked his eyes with hers as her hand restraining his wrist on the pillow moved up his arm.
"I have something I want to show you." She said. "Scoot over here… and lay back."
Harry did as he was told. He didn't know why he didn't protest; he simply couldn't find the words.
"Hermione … wait…" Was all his brilliant mind could come up with when he saw her sit straight up and throw the cover from her shoulders as it slid down her back to her waist pooling on the mattress where her feet were seated under her.
He could make out the outline of her body as the moonlight poured into the room. "Are you undressed…?" He asked breathlessly taking in her beauty as if he hadn't seen anything like it. He gulped hard as the sight of her came closer and he nervously raised his hand to touch her exposed flesh.
His hand shook as his palm closed around her right breast and gave a firm squeeze just to make sure she was there. His eyes narrowed over his hand on her chest and snaked downward towards where his fingers had been hours before. He longed to feel her wetness once again and all thought of his vision went directly out the window into the oddly warm winter night. She shifted slightly, knocking his hand away gently as he watched her crawl gracefully next to him, climbing onto his prone body straddling his hips.
The soft dark curls he had felt earlier now touched his hipbone and Harry growled deep in his throat. The palms of her hands rested on each side of Harry's head as she leaned forward pushing herself into his hipbone and her face inches from his. He felt her making circular motions with her own hips rubbing that bundle of skin he had toyed with into his own feverish body. Harry marveled at the feeling and his erection came to full attention whacking her softly on her backside from behind.
"I told you we needed to talk." She said smoothly bending in to kiss his lips gently.
"Talk you say? Do you call this talking???" Harry's head came off the bed straining to kiss her and resume earlier action, putting an end to his misery. But she teased him letting him get within a touch then pulling her head back slightly as a small playful giggle escaped her mouth.
"Did you think I would be easy?" Her voice toyed with him.
"I didn't know you were such a tart Hermione… Maybe I should just stop playing around." He wrenched his body out from under her and was on top of her holding her wrists at her ears on each side instantly. His hips grinding into her as her feet slid up towards her body bending her knees.
Their eyes locked and Harry didn't listen to the voice of reason in his head telling him to take it slow. He smiled wickedly at her. "Do you still think this is such a good idea Hermione… do you still want to play?" He marveled at his own voice and once again wondered who the hell was talking. His mind didn't bother to touch on how he knew what he was about to do.
Hermione didn't struggle against him as he thought she would. She simply looked up at him. "Do it Harry… I'm waiting." She fanned her knees for emphasis and bit her lip dragging her teeth along her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Harry didn't wait for any more words. He wiggled a little, until his hardness of his excitement felt soft folds. He didn't arch back any, he just pushed forward hard releasing her wrists at the same time. He watched her expression closely as he felt warmth and wetness take hold of him. His heart was pounding as his brain scrambled to assess the situation. He locked in on her eyes, seeing her wince a little at him as he first entered. He didn't stop when he felt the so-called barrier he'd learned about in Muggle Health, he just pushed through, eliciting a harsh scream and nails cutting into his back. It was all one fluid motion and he was buried deep inside of her.
Once he was sure he could go no deeper he allowed himself to look at Hermione's reaction. He bent his head down towards hers and kissed the newly formed tears, not moving so that she could get used to him. He would give her that, especially now that his need to be inside her was sated. He closed his eyes his tongue escaping from his mouth to taste the tracks of her tears. He licked from her cheek to her left eye.
"I'm sorry… I couldn't help it… It's over now." He whispered his tongue starting on the other side. He hadn't meant to be rough with her. He just couldn't help himself. He cursed himself in his mind as he went to kiss her cheek expecting to taste the saltiness of her tears and skin once again but was rewarded with the dull flat taste of cotton.
Harry opened his eyes.
Outside the thunder from the incoming thunderstorm crashed through the dark blue sky and the lightening seared through the early morning as the rain started pounding on the half open window sending icy cold droplets into the room spattering on the wooden floor and onto his writing desk. He looked down underneath him and cursed rather loudly.
Rolling off the pillow he was laying on, he laid on his back. Sprawled naked across his four-poster bed.
"Damn it to hell… not another dream." He focused on the cool air breezing through his room calming his heated emotions and sending chills through his body as he realized his state of undress.
Harry didn't usually go to bed naked… He had never found it comfortable. Plus he never knew when some dream would send him running to Dumbledore to extricate Voldemort's latest venture in controlling his mind. He sighed, wondering if somehow that might just be the case even though he knew Dumbledore had exorcised him from there ages ago. He still had similiar dreams although nothing had been as intense as the attack on Mr. Weasley his fifth year. He had also grown quite accustom to ignoring little innuendos Riddle might have planted due to what happened with Sirus.
~OH GODS Sirus... why did you have to leave me. I need you now more than ever. Now that Hermione's gone and Ron's been drooling over the new professor. Professor... What is it about her? ~ Harry shook off his thoughts knowing where they were leading. If he thought of Sirus too much, he'd send himself into the same depression that plagued him much of last year.
He rubbed his eyes then ran a hand over his scar then through his hair. He turned his head sideways looking at the pillow he had just violated feeling incredibly embarrassed and yet thoroughly unsatisfied. He turned his head forward again and looked down at his body.
"I should have known YOU'D be wide awake." He said sarcastically noticing the part of his body that seemed to be standing at attention even more so lately.
He laid there silently for a few moments not realizing it when his hand inched down his chest running along his stomach muscles. He gulped hard when his hand fisted around the swollen appendage, and he revealed in how good it felt to be touched.
He needed the release in the worst way and had carried it so long since his encounter with Hermione that it was quickly become painful.
His head tilted towards the ceiling and his tongue ran over the seam of his lips as he listened to the thunderstorm outside and the rain pound hard on the windowsill. He slowly began to stroke himself gently, his body reacting to the action in turn.
He let out a wanton scream and clenched his teeth hard as he felt the release he had so desperately sought after start to come. It started low in his stomach and jolted outward making his whole body shake. He felt himself explode as his hand pumped faster and his moans forced out his throat. His hand fisted at the base of his erection and moved upward over the head rubbing the small amount of fluid that collected at the tiny eye on the tip. His actions now reminding him of how she had touched him earlier. With that last thought, he lost control and his hand fisted tighter. One last stroke from base to tip and he was crying out Hermione's name hoping no one had heard him as he wasted his seed. It came gushing out, spurting from the small opening and cascading down into his hand and landing on his upper thigh, abdomen and pubic bone.
He ran his fist down his shrinking length and rubbed the sticky fluid into the course dark hair closing his eyes and taking a much-needed deep breath. With that, and feeling his frustration leave him for now, he didn't bother to clean up. He just turned on his side reaching a hand over to grab for his blanket. He covered himself to his waist, breathed in the smell of the rain wafting through his room mingled with the smell of his spent excitement and settled in closing his eyes gently.
~ Who needs to sleep in pajamas anyhow… ~ He thought as sleep finally took him. ~ Ahhh yes, who needs cold showers when you can wank off. ~
The morning came too quickly as he placed a pillow over his head still half asleep trying to drown out the pounding coming from the doorway.
"Go away!" He cried as he heard someone cast a spell on the lock outside then pushed gently on the door. He heard it creak open and pushed his pillow harder into his face. After the night he had, he really didn't want anyone waltzing into his room.
Ron entered slowly, making his way across the littered floor towards where Harry lay. He grimaced openly and nudged Harry so that he would at least acknowledge he was there.
"Alright… out with it. What's going on?" He asked grabbing the pillow from Harry's head watching Harry jerk in response and the blanket shift downward revealing Harry's hipbone. "Bloody Hell Harry… what have you been doing in here." He teased slapping Harry playfully on the arm.
Harry peaked at him through one eye as Ron went over to Harry's wardrobe and began grabbing clothes for Harry to wear.
"From the looks of you… you'll need some clean underwear." Ron said grabbing a pair of red boxers with golden snitches dancing around on them. He threw them at Harry, laughing mildly when they landed on his head.
Harry sat up removing the boxers from where they landed… The blanket still barely covered his middle from his stomach to his knees.
"What are you doing here Ron." Harry asked as he leaned over stepping his bare feet into the boxers. Paying no attention to Ron, he stood, pulling them straight up and over his backside securing the elastic waistline at his middle. He took a step towards Ron.
"The question is what are you doing in here?" Ron's eyes hovered over Harry's appearance and he smirked. "I came to tell you Ginny woke up."
Harry's face lit up. "That's great Ron. When did you see her?"
"Mum woke me up an hour ago." Ron shrugged. "It's still quite early Harry… I just needed to talk to someone."
Harry pulled on his shirt and began buttoning it. Taking several strides towards Ron, he placed an arm around his shoulders and gave him a quick hug to show he was happy with the news. "What about her recovery? Has she said anything about what happened?" Harry looked hopeful but one look at Ron's face told him Ginny hadn't spoken yet. "Sorry Mate." He breathed placing his tie around his neck.
"It's alright… Tonks hasn't showed up to ask questions yet and Mum won't let her talk about it until then."
Harry grabbed his robe and walked to the door. "Come on." He gestured. "Let's go see your sister." He waited for Ron to join him and they both walked swiftly into the hallway.
A loud scream echoed through Gryffindor tower catching both Ron and Harry off guard as they entered the hallway. They looked at each other their eyes wide and filled with horror. They knew that scream. Quickly they made their way down the staircase past the main common room and towards the girls' dorms.
They approached the second dormitory with caution, as a single hand lay limp just outside the doorway. Harry ran up to the door and knelt down next to the unconscious girl.
"It's Lavendar." Harry said solemnly averting his eyes from her body and concentrating on her face.
Ron rushed into the room and checked around for anyone who might have been in the room but he found nothing. He looked over at Harry desperate for an answer.
Harry removed his robe once again and covered Lavendar's body.
"She must have been heading to the showers with the rest of the girls." Harry said feeling the odd sense that he was repeating himself as he tried to pick her up.
"It's the same as Ginny isn't it?" Ron asked rhetorically, for he could see the evidence to answer his question.
Harry stood holding Lavendar's limp body, glancing at Ron. "You need to inform McGonagall… I don't think the girls are safe here… None of them." His voice was grave and a terrifying look entered his eyes as he shifted Lavendar's weight against his shoulder and stepped past Ron.
Ron hesitated for a moment staring at the floor.
"Go… NOW Ron…" Harry cried bring Ron back from his trance.
Ron snapped back to life hearing Harry's voice. "Get her to Madame Pomphrey… I'll tell McGonagall." He assured Harry before he watched his friend run off down the staircase with Lavendar Brown in tow.
He breathed deeply flashing a look back at the dorm room. "What's going on here?" He whispered then took off in the other direction towards Professor McGonagall's study.
Harry laid Lavendar down in the first empty bed he saw. Looking around frantically for anyone to help, he noticed Ginny sitting up in her bed with Molly and Madame Pomphrey making a fuss about her. They hadn't seen him come in he figured as he brushed the hair out of Lavendar's face.
"SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!" He screamed as he placed his fingers on Lavendar's neck checking for a pulse. Panicking when he didn't feel one, he looked desperately towards Madame Pomphrey who had just noticed Harry in the ward. "NOW!" He cried.
Madame Pomphrey jumped at the sound of Harry's voice, lifting her head in his direction, his eyes narrowed and she picked up her skirt rushing to his side.
"There's… There's no pulse." Harry stammered stepping back blankly staring at Lavendar as the nurse pushed him aside. She felt at her neck, after a few moments of silence, she turned to Harry.
"I'm afraid she's gone." She said sadly looking up at Harry.
Tonks came rushing into the ward breathlessly coming to a halt between Harry and Madame Pomphrey. Her eyes said it all when they fell on to Lavendar's lifeless body.
"Harry… what's happened here." She gasped.
To be continued…
Part 8: Identity-