A Fowl Problem

God of Fire

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 04/06/2003
Last Updated: 04/06/2003
Status: in_progress

The new resident mail carrier in Gryffindor Tower causes problems for Harry and Hermione when he starts repeating something that he shouldn't have heard in the first place. Polly want a Dark Curse?

Chapters

1. Are You Mocking Me?

1. Are You Mocking Me?

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Standard disclaimers apply.

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“That tickles!” Hermione gasped. There was the sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh and then Harry cried out in protest.

“That hurt!”

The soft rustling of bed sheets could be heard and then the sound of a softly creaking mattress. To anyone peering inside the Gryffindor Tower sixth year boys’ dormitory, they would be greeted with the sight of a clean living environment. There was nothing out of the ordinary with exception to one four-poster bed with the curtains pulled shut.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” said Hermione, her voice full of pleasure. “Just where did you learn those type of-“

“Shh,” Harry warned. “I hear someone coming.”

The door opened and the sound of two people could be heard walking in the room. Lying quiet on the bed, Harry and Hermione listened to the conversation and hoped that the two didn’t care to pry into why Harry’s curtains were shut. Not that they had reason to, but sixteen-year-old boys were prone to bouts of curiosity.

“It’s great, Dean,” came the voice of Seamus. He and Dean were obviously standing between their two beds on the other side of the room. “The oddest looking mail carrier ‘round this place, guaranteed.”

“My parents must have spent a fortune on it,” Dean said. “I’ve never known one of these to carry mail.”

“Just be thankful you have one,” Seamus warned. “Better than that other damned bird...”

The footsteps left the room and the door closed as the two boys left. Harry and Hermione let out the breaths that they had been holding and looked to each other with the same lusty demeanors as before the interruption.

“His parents must have gotten him a new owl,” Harry mused.

“One of these days we’re going to get caught,” Hermione said while throwing her head back on the pillow.

“Let them catch us; I don’t care anymore,” Harry replied. “Now relax.”

“Is it your intention to work your magic on me?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” he replied.

Closing her eyes, Hermione relished in the feeling of Harry’s fingers working their way across her skin, goose bumps rising where he touched and traced, and a tingling sensation that brought a smile to her face. Sighing in complete content, Hermione felt that she would succumb to anything that Harry would ever ask of her, as long as he asked it while doing what he was doing.

Harry grinned as his fingers began to get lower and lower on her stomach, almost past the point of no return. This was where they had left off whenever Dean and Seamus had walked in. Not a very good place to leave. He knew that Hermione had no problem with anything he would do to her, and so without any warning, he let his fingers delve into her.

She knew what was coming before it did, but as she had done many times in the past, she cried out in pleasure. Of course, Harry was there to silence her with a tender, sweet kiss, taking in the wonderful essence of her mouth.

Becoming more forceful with his stroking, Hermione couldn’t help but smile and laugh.

“Mr. Potter, I do believe you’re becoming more and more skilled every time we meet here,” she said.

“It’s because of my wonderful test subject,” he replied. “She teaches me things.”

“Come here and I’ll show you my extensive amounts of knowledge.”

Harry chuckled and moved closer, ready and willing for whatever she had in store. Hermione sat up and reached a hand over, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb. She had always been very fond of his lips in more ways than one.

“Harry, you’ve been very bad; I’m going to have to spank you,” she said seductively.

SQUAWK

“Harry, you’ve been very bad; I’m going to have to spank you.”

Harry and Hermione stopped in mid-caress and looked at each other with exact looks of horror mirrored on their faces. What they had heard wasn’t what it could have been. Or was it?

Untangling themselves from each other, they both stumbled to shove their heads out of the curtain and see what they knew was already in the room. It was the most awful, terrible, anger-evoking thing that they could ever think of aside from a small child with a knack for curiosity; and it was sitting on a stand between Dean and Seamus’s bed.

“Harry, you’ve been very bad; I’m going to have to spank you,” cried the parrot again in a loud, rough voice.

“Oh my God,” cried Hermione, the color draining from her face. “I can’t believe they bought him a carrier parrot.”

“And I can’t believe it’s mocking what you said earlier.”

“We’ve got to get it to say something else.”

Harry got off of the bed and walked over to the brightly colored bird. It was a beautiful creature with a coat of red, blue, and yellow. But that wasn’t the important thing. No, it was the bird’s voice. He had to shut it up somehow. There had to be some way to shut it up.

“Here parrot,” Harry said softly. “Polly want a cracker?”

The bird made a squawking sound and walked from side to side on the perch that it was attached to. Harry turned his head to the side and looked the bird square in his bead little black eyes.

“Listen, you,” Harry started off. “You can’t go around saying what you’ve been saying. People wouldn’t think it right. It would be embarrassing for us-“

“And the death of you,” Hermione interjecting, shooting a fierce glare at the tropical bird.

The bird made a chirping kind of sound and flapped his wings once at Harry, a clear indication that he didn’t give a rat crap what the wizard was saying. This made Harry furious, but he knew that Dean would be disappointed if the bird were to disappear the first day he had actually had it. And he didn’t want Dean to be upset.

Harry tried to no avail to get the bird to say something, but the feathery animal didn’t want to comply. So he sat there in silence, staring back at Harry and his futile attempts.

“You’d better hope that he finds something better to say,” Hermione said as she stood, pulling her skirt back on.

“I tried, Hermione. What else do you want me to do?”

“You’re a wizard. Figure it out.”

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TBC in Chapter Two