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Flying Beasts
4 reviewsHermione is determined to learn to cast a Patronus. Maybe with Harry's help she can learn it's form?
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Here I am trying to be a good boy and update my stories when Cal goes and writes an awesome piece about Patroni, Patronus, Patronux...
Glowing magic happy thingies.
And then someone makes a comment about what Hermione's Patronus should have been...
(link to the phenomenal snippet that brought this vision to life yahoo .com/group/CaerAzkaban/message/120077 )
In the slightly modified words of Sergeant Schultz from Hogan's Heroes (which I also don't own):
"I own nothing, I hear nothing, I see nothing, I know nothing! Nothing!"
5th Year
Room of Requirements
Hermione knew she was ready to produce a Patronus. She had read the section of the book detailing what was necessary, listened to the explanation from Harry, and seen the demonstration of Harry's magnificent Prongs.
Quite frankly, she had to! After all as the unofficial CIO of the DA, she was expected to help set proper example for the other students. If she couldn't accomplish it first out of the group, it would seriously destabilize her position, and more importantly, make Harry look bad.
Cho Chang was already talking to the other Ravenclaws, telling them all how much better at research she was, and that she would be a better helper for Harry. Hermione knew damn well, Cho was only interested in helping herself into Harry's pants. Cho bragging about being able to put her ankles behind ears as a Quidditch seeker stretch she had researched had drawn the eyes of every male in the room, as well as some of the females as well.
Hermione scoffed thinking back to her magical Karma Sutra research she had done with the Patil twins. Being able to lick the small of her own back outshone some cheesy parlor trick of hooking ones ankles behind their head any day.
Shaking her head in frustration, she focused on a happy memory of winning house points from McGonagall, and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her head. She practiced the motion a few last times, and then cast.
"Expecto Patronum!" shouted Hermione, focusing all of her will on being able to cast the spell before her rivals.
A white mist came out of the wand, and started to coalesce into...
"Still can't get the charm, Granger? Maybe you should let a mature witch show you how it's done?" snarked Chang from further down the line of casters.
The mist had started to form, but between the distraction, the embarrassment, and frustration, it had curled back into an oddly shaped ball of energy, and was starting to fade.
'Damnation! I almost had it that time. Focus girl, or you'll be too rattled to even get a mist!' thought Hermione, as she tried to refrain from gritting her teeth. Father always said, bruxism was a sure way to misalign the teeth, or heaven forbid, crack a molar!
"Good! Good! Hermione, you almost have it. This was the hardest part for me. Hold on, I'll help you form the energy." said Harry, drawing the attention of the rest of the DA.
Hermione barely suppressed a squeak as she felt Harry's arms wrap around her, as he pressed up against her back and rump. His hands gently slid down her arms, raising goosebumps as they traveled, and she was unable to prevent a shiver from traveling up her spine. Harry's hands gently covered hers, and began to slowly move them and massage them into the right spot. She could see the ball of energy start to twist in upon itself, growing taller and brighter.
Colin Creevy cocked his head to the side, as he thought he heard a familiar musical refrain. The music seemed to be building, and getting steadily louder. It sounded like a song from a movie his mother liked to watch almost every weekend when he was at home during the summer. Colin looked around and asked no one in particular, "Is that Unchained MeloURK!" He looked down seeing a feminine hand firmly placed over his mouth, and tracing the hand back to it's owner, saw Katie Bell. She was flushed, and seemed out of breath. He pointed indignantly to his mouth, and started to politely ask the older witch to remove her hand.
"So help me Creevy, if you make one more noise, I'll transfigure your bollocks into catnip filled squeaky toys for Mrs. Norris!" growled Katie in a low, harsh whisper.
"Shush!" whispered an awestruck Su Li, smacking Colin on the back of the head, without ever taking her eyes off of the impressive magic being performed by Harry and Hermione.
Colin, mindful of his earlier warning, merely blinked rapidly, while trying to cover his crotch with both hands.
He looked around the room, and saw that every witch in the room was intently focused on Harry and Hermione, while the blokes were mostly ignoring the whole scene. Most were still playing around shooting harmless spells at each other.
Hermione was overwhelmed. She could literally feel surges of Harry's magic coursing through her body, and could barely keep her knees from buckling. The energy seemed to run like electricity from wherever Harry was touching her, to her very core, where it found an answering sympathetic echo from her own magic, before inflaming her blood as it traveled down her wand arm and exited out her wand. Her heart was pounding as if she was flying on the back of Buckbeak again, but she felt no fear. Harry was speaking in a low deep voice, almost sub vocalizing, praising and encouraging her. She gave into the urge and let her knees buckle, knowing Harry's strong arms would support her, as she leaned further into his embrace. The magic seemed to be throbbing in time to Harry's pulse that she could now quite wickedly feel, due to how Harry was firmly pressed into her tingling bum. Hermione was doing everything she could not to gasp at the intimate feel of Harry and his magic. She closed her eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation, as she felt her magic pool and strengthen at the base of her stomach.
"Almost there, Hermione, one strong pulse, and you'll have it!" whispered Harry into her right ear. Her toes curled, feeling his warm breath, as his lips gently brushed the outer shell of her ear. She felt Harry's whole body and magic seem to wrap around and infuse her. She shuddered, feeling her magic seem to explode, as fireworks went off behind her eyes. Her magic combined with Harry's seemed to literally make her entire body sing, as her body became almost hypersensitive. She had felt something like this before, late at night, alone and behind the closed and silenced drapes of her bed, but it paled in comparison to this. That had been a mere whisper, while this put the Choir of Saint John's at Cambridge, Easter performance of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus to shame.
"Open your eyes Hermione, look! You did it!" cheered Harry, as he squeezed her arms in support.
Hermione opened her eyes, and saw a blindingly white Patronus. It was so bright, she was forced to shade her eyes with her hand. Looking between her fingers, she saw her best friend Harry Potter, wearing only the bottom half of his Quidditch uniform, and that his body had definitely matured since the wintry day he had emerged half drowned from the frigid Black Lake.
Then she had had felt the cold biting into her skin, almost painfully as she had crossed her arms over her chest. She felt a similar sensation now, but it had nothing to do with being cold.
Patronus Harry was still somewhat on the small side, but where Harry had been an emaciated child in fourth year, he now had the lean, taut build of a competitive swimmer. She could literally see an eight pack, and Harry's shoulders were strong and broad.
Suddenly, the Patronus version of Harry looked directly at Hermione, and tilted it's head as if considering something. With a snap, white feathered wings unfurled from the Patronus' back as it began to fly about the room with a huge grin.
Every witch in the room tracked the flying Patronus with a hungry leer.
The Patronus was doing stunts that put the most terrifying of Harry's stunts on a broomstick to shame. Normally, Hermione would have been terrified, however, at this moment she had something else doggedly running through her mind.
Hermione had never wanted to ride a winged beast more in her life.
Judging from the glazed eyes of every other witch in the room, there would be a new version of "Harry Hunting" going on very soon.
The Patronus flew to the top of the suddenly high ceiling, and then dived down with it's wings folded tightly to it's back. Just as it was about to hit the floor, its wings once more unfurled, and it flew directly at Harry and Hermione.
Hermione's eyes widened, as the Patronus flew directly into her and was reabsorbed by both Harry and Hermione. Both fell to the floor, with Hermione landing on a surprisingly hard chested Harry. She shuddered, and let out a long, happy sigh reveling in the feelings generated by both the Patronus, and Harry.
Hermione spun in Harry's arms, and fiercely hugged him. "Thank you so much Harry! That was amazing!" she gushed. While Harry simply smiled a goofy smile, she quickly rose to her feet, and straightened her robes. Casting a Cannon charm, she announced, "This DA session is over, please proceed back to your dormitories in an orderly, random manner. We will notify you when the next session is to occur as normal through your charmed Galleons."
"What? I was just getting warmed up over here Hermione! Just because you're a bloody know it all who has nothing better to do than study, doesn't mean you can tell us all what to do!" whined Ron. He crossed his arms petulantly, before frowning at the sight of every witch in the room making a rapid beeline for the door that had appeared when Hermione had made her announcement.
They all were quite flushed, and seemed to be breathing hard. Some were dragging their boyfriends out by the hand.
"Where are you all going? I've been waiting all week to practice!" ranted Ron. By the time Ron had finished his tantrum, the witches were all gone, leading most of the wizards to also head out.
Ron huffed, before deciding to head to the kitchen and find a post pre-DA snack, before he went back to the dorms for his pre dinner snack.
"Uh, Hermione? Why did you end the session so early?" asked a now sitting Harry.
"Oh, I have a great deal of planning to do Harry. I need to have everything in order before I move forwards." she casually replied.
"Funny Hermione, everyone knows you had the next three years of this planned out before you even brought this up to me. You plan everything out in advance." laughed Harry, as he stood up, brushing himself off.
"Yes, well as my mother told me, 'No plan survives first contact!', of course I never quite understood what she meant by that until just now." explained Hermione.
"Don't you mean 'No plan survives first contact with the enemy' Hermione?" asked Harry, rubbing the back of his head in confusion.
"Oh trust me Harry, my mother's saying is much more apt in this case." smiled Hermione. "Have to go, I definitely need to research and make sure my protection and defense spells are up to snuff!"
Harry watched her go, and shook his head. "Wasn't that what we just doing?" he asked the empty room.
Fin.
A/N: Yes, Yes, I know OOC, AU, and Patroni are supposed to be animals. Well, Hermione's is, it's her version of a sexy beast. And I strongly suspect if I continue this, she will be making the beast with two backs ASAP with Harry. The protection spells should be obvious, and the defense spells are to defend against Harry all those other slutty witches. :)
So ignore the whole guardian angel thing, and just be glad that I didn't make this into a song fic. :)
I may tweak a few things, but I am pretty happy overall with this. This scene may show up in one or another fics I am working on. If you have suggestions on this feel free.
In all honesty, I think Harry was pretty in character. Remember, you are really only seeing in Hermione's head here. If this was Harry's POV, he would simply be helping Hermione. Just as he has helped countless others with positioning and casting in the canon DA sessions.
He is merely helping and sees nothing to it, at least consciously. The lower reaction, well- teenage boy says it all.
Hermione is not really being slutty in my opinion. Nothing really happens, in an overt sexual manner. It's meant to be more of the crossed legs, rocking foot stimulation, than lap dance type thing.
Glowing magic happy thingies.
And then someone makes a comment about what Hermione's Patronus should have been...
(link to the phenomenal snippet that brought this vision to life yahoo .com/group/CaerAzkaban/message/120077 )
In the slightly modified words of Sergeant Schultz from Hogan's Heroes (which I also don't own):
"I own nothing, I hear nothing, I see nothing, I know nothing! Nothing!"
5th Year
Room of Requirements
Hermione knew she was ready to produce a Patronus. She had read the section of the book detailing what was necessary, listened to the explanation from Harry, and seen the demonstration of Harry's magnificent Prongs.
Quite frankly, she had to! After all as the unofficial CIO of the DA, she was expected to help set proper example for the other students. If she couldn't accomplish it first out of the group, it would seriously destabilize her position, and more importantly, make Harry look bad.
Cho Chang was already talking to the other Ravenclaws, telling them all how much better at research she was, and that she would be a better helper for Harry. Hermione knew damn well, Cho was only interested in helping herself into Harry's pants. Cho bragging about being able to put her ankles behind ears as a Quidditch seeker stretch she had researched had drawn the eyes of every male in the room, as well as some of the females as well.
Hermione scoffed thinking back to her magical Karma Sutra research she had done with the Patil twins. Being able to lick the small of her own back outshone some cheesy parlor trick of hooking ones ankles behind their head any day.
Shaking her head in frustration, she focused on a happy memory of winning house points from McGonagall, and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her head. She practiced the motion a few last times, and then cast.
"Expecto Patronum!" shouted Hermione, focusing all of her will on being able to cast the spell before her rivals.
A white mist came out of the wand, and started to coalesce into...
"Still can't get the charm, Granger? Maybe you should let a mature witch show you how it's done?" snarked Chang from further down the line of casters.
The mist had started to form, but between the distraction, the embarrassment, and frustration, it had curled back into an oddly shaped ball of energy, and was starting to fade.
'Damnation! I almost had it that time. Focus girl, or you'll be too rattled to even get a mist!' thought Hermione, as she tried to refrain from gritting her teeth. Father always said, bruxism was a sure way to misalign the teeth, or heaven forbid, crack a molar!
"Good! Good! Hermione, you almost have it. This was the hardest part for me. Hold on, I'll help you form the energy." said Harry, drawing the attention of the rest of the DA.
Hermione barely suppressed a squeak as she felt Harry's arms wrap around her, as he pressed up against her back and rump. His hands gently slid down her arms, raising goosebumps as they traveled, and she was unable to prevent a shiver from traveling up her spine. Harry's hands gently covered hers, and began to slowly move them and massage them into the right spot. She could see the ball of energy start to twist in upon itself, growing taller and brighter.
Colin Creevy cocked his head to the side, as he thought he heard a familiar musical refrain. The music seemed to be building, and getting steadily louder. It sounded like a song from a movie his mother liked to watch almost every weekend when he was at home during the summer. Colin looked around and asked no one in particular, "Is that Unchained MeloURK!" He looked down seeing a feminine hand firmly placed over his mouth, and tracing the hand back to it's owner, saw Katie Bell. She was flushed, and seemed out of breath. He pointed indignantly to his mouth, and started to politely ask the older witch to remove her hand.
"So help me Creevy, if you make one more noise, I'll transfigure your bollocks into catnip filled squeaky toys for Mrs. Norris!" growled Katie in a low, harsh whisper.
"Shush!" whispered an awestruck Su Li, smacking Colin on the back of the head, without ever taking her eyes off of the impressive magic being performed by Harry and Hermione.
Colin, mindful of his earlier warning, merely blinked rapidly, while trying to cover his crotch with both hands.
He looked around the room, and saw that every witch in the room was intently focused on Harry and Hermione, while the blokes were mostly ignoring the whole scene. Most were still playing around shooting harmless spells at each other.
Hermione was overwhelmed. She could literally feel surges of Harry's magic coursing through her body, and could barely keep her knees from buckling. The energy seemed to run like electricity from wherever Harry was touching her, to her very core, where it found an answering sympathetic echo from her own magic, before inflaming her blood as it traveled down her wand arm and exited out her wand. Her heart was pounding as if she was flying on the back of Buckbeak again, but she felt no fear. Harry was speaking in a low deep voice, almost sub vocalizing, praising and encouraging her. She gave into the urge and let her knees buckle, knowing Harry's strong arms would support her, as she leaned further into his embrace. The magic seemed to be throbbing in time to Harry's pulse that she could now quite wickedly feel, due to how Harry was firmly pressed into her tingling bum. Hermione was doing everything she could not to gasp at the intimate feel of Harry and his magic. She closed her eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation, as she felt her magic pool and strengthen at the base of her stomach.
"Almost there, Hermione, one strong pulse, and you'll have it!" whispered Harry into her right ear. Her toes curled, feeling his warm breath, as his lips gently brushed the outer shell of her ear. She felt Harry's whole body and magic seem to wrap around and infuse her. She shuddered, feeling her magic seem to explode, as fireworks went off behind her eyes. Her magic combined with Harry's seemed to literally make her entire body sing, as her body became almost hypersensitive. She had felt something like this before, late at night, alone and behind the closed and silenced drapes of her bed, but it paled in comparison to this. That had been a mere whisper, while this put the Choir of Saint John's at Cambridge, Easter performance of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus to shame.
"Open your eyes Hermione, look! You did it!" cheered Harry, as he squeezed her arms in support.
Hermione opened her eyes, and saw a blindingly white Patronus. It was so bright, she was forced to shade her eyes with her hand. Looking between her fingers, she saw her best friend Harry Potter, wearing only the bottom half of his Quidditch uniform, and that his body had definitely matured since the wintry day he had emerged half drowned from the frigid Black Lake.
Then she had had felt the cold biting into her skin, almost painfully as she had crossed her arms over her chest. She felt a similar sensation now, but it had nothing to do with being cold.
Patronus Harry was still somewhat on the small side, but where Harry had been an emaciated child in fourth year, he now had the lean, taut build of a competitive swimmer. She could literally see an eight pack, and Harry's shoulders were strong and broad.
Suddenly, the Patronus version of Harry looked directly at Hermione, and tilted it's head as if considering something. With a snap, white feathered wings unfurled from the Patronus' back as it began to fly about the room with a huge grin.
Every witch in the room tracked the flying Patronus with a hungry leer.
The Patronus was doing stunts that put the most terrifying of Harry's stunts on a broomstick to shame. Normally, Hermione would have been terrified, however, at this moment she had something else doggedly running through her mind.
Hermione had never wanted to ride a winged beast more in her life.
Judging from the glazed eyes of every other witch in the room, there would be a new version of "Harry Hunting" going on very soon.
The Patronus flew to the top of the suddenly high ceiling, and then dived down with it's wings folded tightly to it's back. Just as it was about to hit the floor, its wings once more unfurled, and it flew directly at Harry and Hermione.
Hermione's eyes widened, as the Patronus flew directly into her and was reabsorbed by both Harry and Hermione. Both fell to the floor, with Hermione landing on a surprisingly hard chested Harry. She shuddered, and let out a long, happy sigh reveling in the feelings generated by both the Patronus, and Harry.
Hermione spun in Harry's arms, and fiercely hugged him. "Thank you so much Harry! That was amazing!" she gushed. While Harry simply smiled a goofy smile, she quickly rose to her feet, and straightened her robes. Casting a Cannon charm, she announced, "This DA session is over, please proceed back to your dormitories in an orderly, random manner. We will notify you when the next session is to occur as normal through your charmed Galleons."
"What? I was just getting warmed up over here Hermione! Just because you're a bloody know it all who has nothing better to do than study, doesn't mean you can tell us all what to do!" whined Ron. He crossed his arms petulantly, before frowning at the sight of every witch in the room making a rapid beeline for the door that had appeared when Hermione had made her announcement.
They all were quite flushed, and seemed to be breathing hard. Some were dragging their boyfriends out by the hand.
"Where are you all going? I've been waiting all week to practice!" ranted Ron. By the time Ron had finished his tantrum, the witches were all gone, leading most of the wizards to also head out.
Ron huffed, before deciding to head to the kitchen and find a post pre-DA snack, before he went back to the dorms for his pre dinner snack.
"Uh, Hermione? Why did you end the session so early?" asked a now sitting Harry.
"Oh, I have a great deal of planning to do Harry. I need to have everything in order before I move forwards." she casually replied.
"Funny Hermione, everyone knows you had the next three years of this planned out before you even brought this up to me. You plan everything out in advance." laughed Harry, as he stood up, brushing himself off.
"Yes, well as my mother told me, 'No plan survives first contact!', of course I never quite understood what she meant by that until just now." explained Hermione.
"Don't you mean 'No plan survives first contact with the enemy' Hermione?" asked Harry, rubbing the back of his head in confusion.
"Oh trust me Harry, my mother's saying is much more apt in this case." smiled Hermione. "Have to go, I definitely need to research and make sure my protection and defense spells are up to snuff!"
Harry watched her go, and shook his head. "Wasn't that what we just doing?" he asked the empty room.
Fin.
A/N: Yes, Yes, I know OOC, AU, and Patroni are supposed to be animals. Well, Hermione's is, it's her version of a sexy beast. And I strongly suspect if I continue this, she will be making the beast with two backs ASAP with Harry. The protection spells should be obvious, and the defense spells are to defend against Harry all those other slutty witches. :)
So ignore the whole guardian angel thing, and just be glad that I didn't make this into a song fic. :)
I may tweak a few things, but I am pretty happy overall with this. This scene may show up in one or another fics I am working on. If you have suggestions on this feel free.
In all honesty, I think Harry was pretty in character. Remember, you are really only seeing in Hermione's head here. If this was Harry's POV, he would simply be helping Hermione. Just as he has helped countless others with positioning and casting in the canon DA sessions.
He is merely helping and sees nothing to it, at least consciously. The lower reaction, well- teenage boy says it all.
Hermione is not really being slutty in my opinion. Nothing really happens, in an overt sexual manner. It's meant to be more of the crossed legs, rocking foot stimulation, than lap dance type thing.
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