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Chapter 10: Everybody Wants Something Else Entirely

Hermione dropped into the empty seat opposite Harry, who was currently surrounded by books in the library desperately trying to finish his end of term essay for Sprout. Harry was never great shakes at Herbology, but it was required for the Auror department... for some stupid reason... Harry grumbled and was quite thankful for the interruption, he was about to go beg Neville for some help, that is until he saw Hermione's face, she looked stricken.

"You've got a serious problem Harry."

"I do?"

"Yes, you need to decide who you're taking to Slughorn's party."

"First, how is that serious, and second I'm thinking about just going stag, it's not like Gabrielle can go, it's not a Hogsmead weekend."

"I know that's the rule but surely McGonagall will make an-"

"I asked. Twice."

"Oh-anyway Harry, it's serious, because apparently the school has figured out that Gabrielle can't go and now everyone is wondering who you are going to take, and- well I caught some girls in the bathroom talking about slipping you a love potion."

"B-What?! Tell me you confiscated it!"

"Sshhhhhh!" an irate Madam Pince hissed in their direction with a fierce finger pressed to her lips.

"I couldn't confiscate it because no one had anything. They were discussion how to smuggle it past Filtch."

"Good lord..." Harry groaned and hit his head against the table, "love potions, honestly," he finished in a passable imitation of Hermione.

Hermione chuckled, "you need to be careful Harry, check your food, don't eat anything that's a gift unless you trust the gifter."

"Yeah yeah."

"There's a charm you can cast that will reveal hidden substances, I'll teach you before dinner."

"Thanks."

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"You still need to decide who you're taking to the party, it will make a lot of this die down. Perhaps not Romilda Vane, she was the one who really wanted the potion by the way, but it seems half the girls fourth year and above are gossiping about this."

"Half the- why?"

Hermione looked at Harry like he was crazy, "You can't seriously not understand."

Harry sent an annoyed look, "enlighten me."

Hermione gave a great sigh, "Well, to start you were at the center of a very public, very humiliating row between Ron and myself. From that, there was the whole rumor about us being secret lovers," the corner of her mouth quirked into a small smile, "then, Hogsmeade weekend a part Veela hottie shows up, takes the breath out of most of the boys here, and fires half the girls into a jealous rage, and who is she here to see? You. And it doesn't help that when she showed up she snogged you like there was no other boy on the planet."

"Why does that make more girls want me? That's ridiculous."

"Is it? The close proximity of me and Ron fighting, and your secret girlfriend rumor lend credence to the whole sordid love triangle angle, and the fact that you're dating a Veela publicly now, a race that most think are little more than slutty bimbos. That makes you exotic, a bit of a bad boy, and most likely knowledgeable in a way most boys at Hogwarts aren't. Also, while most haven't gleaned onto this, I heard that Vane girl talk about just because you're seeing Gabrielle doesn't mean you aren't seeing someone else. The fact remains that you have been sneaking off too see someone."

Harry smiled broadly, "yes I have." He slid his hand along the table to grab her's but she pulled away swiftly and tucked her hands in her lap.

"Harry," she hissed, "we're in the library."

"What you've never thought about getting naughty in the library."

Her face flamed but her voice remained even, "perhaps, but not," she jerked her head towards the other students studying, "with an audience."

"We could go into the stacks," Harry replied with a twitch of his brow.

"Honestly, this isn't helping your situation."

"Go to party with me."

"That wont help either."

"We'll go as friends."

Hermione looked pensive and slightly guilty, "actually, I had been contemplating taking someone who would make Ron really jealous."

Harry was shocked, "I had no idea you were so vindictive."

Hermione looked down, "yes well, I was- and still am rather angry. It's... tempered now, you've helped a lot with that, but it still stings."

"I know what you mean."

"Dean?"

"Dean."

Hermione took a moment to respond, and seemed to be debating whether to say anything or not, "they have been having problems," she finally replied slowly.

Her close scrutiny of him caused Harry to feel slightly self cautious, so his reaction was carefully neutral, he simply grunted.

She fixed him with a withering stare.

"Don't look at me like that, what am I supposed to say?"

"That it's a bad thing because Ginny might be sad, or that it's a good thing because then you might have a shot?"

"Aren't I supposed to say she's my friend and I want for her whatever makes her happy?"

"Yes. But is that really how you feel?"

"Does it matter? Even if she and Dean break it off and I somehow sweep her off her feet, do you think her or any girl could get past Gabrielle?"

"Lots of pure-bloods, I mean really high society types have mistresses. It's public record actually, they're usually acknowledged on some level so they can gain inheritance, and their children can be used for heirs if the wife proper can't deliver one."

"Great, so high society pure-bloods. What an intriguing dating pool."

"Ginny is a pure-blood."

"Come on Hermione, they're the biggest so called blood traitors of the lot. And besides, something tells me Ginny isn't like that."

"Yes well, probably not, but it is a part of the world she grew up in. You might be surprised by her reaction. You gain nothing by not trying."

"I know," Harry ran his hands through his hair roughly. "go to the party with me."

"I told you I can't," she replied crossly.

"You're not seriously just going to take someone to make Ron jealous."

"No, no, no, I mean we don't need more rumors about us. Come on!"

"Damn the rumors, go with me."

"You're like a dog with a bone."

Harry just smiled.

Hermione arched an eyebrow, "you've become entirely to confident Harry."

"You don't like it?"

She smirked, "no I do, and that's the problem."

"Go to the party with me."

"Ugh, fine, if you'll just stop asking."

Harry smiled broadly, "deal. Well, I'll be careful about what I accept from people, but at least Filtch is checking everything, never thought I'd be grateful for something he was doing."

"Actually, that's not really good enough."

"It's not?"

"No, Fred and George even advertise their love potions being disguised to sneak them into Hogwarts specifically by making them look like perfume, it's absolutely irresponsible! And it's not as if Filtch can tell a love potion from a bottle of cough syrup, he's really the wrong person to check mail! Honestly!"

"Hermione, keep raising your voice like that and you're going to get us kicked out-"

As if Harry's words were prophecy Madam Pince appeared beside them, "the library is now closed, please return- what! What have you done to that book boy!?" she hissed in shock.

Harry picked up Advanced Potion-Making and clutched it like it was his child, "it's not a library book, it's mine!"

"You- you! How dare you treat a book that way! Ruined! Spoiled!"

"It's just been written on in the margins, besides it's mine!" said Harry quickly taking a step back from Madam Pince's grasping hands. She looked ready to throttle him or have an aneurism, Harry couldn't decide which was more likely.

Hermione came to the rescue and poured Harry's things hastily into his bag, grabbed him and frog-marched him out of the library, "you're going to get banned if you're not careful, why'd you bring that stupid book with, you're working on Herbology?"

"It's not my fault she crazy, 'sides I wonder if it wasn't your less than stellar opinion of Filtch that got us kicked out, I always wondered about those two."

Hermione laughed, "I never thought of that."

"'Sides, the book isn't all potions, it's almost like it was the Prince's diary, I mean there isn't like, stories of his life, but there's spells he made up, and notes about dark arts, it's brilliant really."

"You need to be careful Harry, don't just start casting spells you don't know."

"Muffliato turned out pretty useful."

"Well, yes, but I think you should have Gabrielle look over any spells before you try them from now on. She'll know how to analyze them safely I suspect, especially if she's constructing spells on her own."

"Ok, I'll do that, I promise."



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They arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait to find her quite drunk.

Harry supplied the password and just as they were about to enter Becca came running up the corridor, "Oi Potter!"

Harry spun and he saw Hermione roll her eyes, "yes Becca?"

She caught her breath, "Hello Hermione, Harry who are you taking to Slughorn's party?"

Harry smiled, "well, as I'm sure you heard Gabrielle can't come, so me and Hermione are going, as friends."

Becca pouted, "reeeeeally, you know, I don't want to be too forward, but- I think we'd have a really good time, not as just friends."

"Are you jussst gonna sstand there flirting leaving me wide open (hic) or are you going to step in at some point?" the Fat Lady slurred in a carrying voice.

"Sorry Becca, maybe next time," Harry replied, silently promising himself that not only was he not going to take Becca anywhere, but that he was going to try very hard to avoid any more of Slughorn's uncomfortable parties.

"Oh well, a girl can dream can't she," she finished with a smirk and a quick wink before leaving briskly.

"Seriously, (hic) isss anyone lisssening to me? (hic).

"I thought Gabrielle wants you to sleep around?" asked Hermione after Becca had left.

"She does, but I want there to be feeling behind it, and Becca's really... intense."

"To each his own I suppose."

They finally made their way past a grumbling Fat Lady into the common room only to be stopped by Romilda Vane holding a bottle of something out to Harry, "Hi Harry, Gillywater?"

"Good lord, not another one," the Fat Lady said softly just before she closed over the entrance way.

Hermione kept walking and when she was behind Romilda she shot harry a see-what-I-said look."

"Um, no thanks, not really my drink," replied Harry kindly.

"Oh well, here," she thrust a box into Harry's hands, "chocolate cauldrons with fire whiskey in them, not my thing but I'd thought you'd like them."

"Um- thanks- I'm gonna... go over... here... now." Harry walked swiftly to catch up with Hermione.

"Told you-" she seemed like she was going to say more but then she spotted Ron and Lavender entwined in an armchair. She got a dark look for a moment, and then in a very un-Hermione-ish moment she said in a voice that carried clear across the common room, "oh Harry, I got a new dress for the Christmas party, I'm sure you'll love it, thanks again for taking me." Then she kissed a quite stunned Harry on the cheek before traipsing across the room to the girl's stairs. Ron had of course heard her and watched her disappear, then attacked Lavender with a vengeance, horrible wet smacking sounds making their way easily to Harry.

Harry just stood their, stunned at Hermione's quite uncommon bout of vengeance, wondering at her low blow, and quite cross that she had dragged him into it, this was definitely going to get worse before it got better.

The next day Harry was still wondering whether or not his two best friends would ever reconcile. What transpired during Transfiguration did not reassure him at all. They were starting human-transfiguration, and it was startlingly difficult. They were supposed to be changing the color of their own eyebrow's, and Ron had somehow given himself a large, and quite well groomed handlebar mustache. Hermione laughed unkindly, and Ron responded with a cruel, but accurate impression of Hermione bouncing in her seat with her hand raised to answer a question. Lavender laughed uproariously, but Parvati seemed a bit uncomfortable. Harry cringed, but when he turned to Hermione she said in a dry, carrying voice, "at least I know the answers."

Ron scowled and turned back, his flirting with Lavender hitting a new high. At the bell Hermione left swiftly and Harry followed, knowing that Ron's taunts had probably affected Hermione more than she let on and wanting to have a word with her anyways. He found her in the bathroom. She was not crying, but looked quite irate.

"Hermione, I'm sorry, but I really wish you hadn't dragged me into this more. I was trying to stay neutral."

Now she looked quite abashed, "I'm sorry Harry, it's just so-" she growled fiercely, "I'm just so mad at him. It's not even about getting his attention anymore, I'm just pissed!"

"Well, you've both been incredibly cruel to each other," he replied sternly.

"I know," she said remorsefully. "I know, I do. I'll- I'll stop. I don't know how I let myself sink to his level."

"Hermione-"

"Sorry! Sorry. I'll stop. Really. If only to take the high road at this point."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, I'm going to sit with Ron at dinner tonight, try and smooth things over at least between us. I don't want him mad at me too."

"I'm sorry Harry."

"It's fine. Really. I get where you're coming from. I- I sort of punished Dean during practice a few weeks ago. I feel awful about it."

Hermione laughed sweetly, "oh Harry, you've really got it bad don't you."

Harry blushed hotly, "I keep dreaming about her," he said in a quiet pained voice.

"Really?"

"Yeah," said Harry wistfully, "let's just say I'm really glad Ron can't perform legillimency."

Hermione chuckled, but kept any further comments to herself.












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A/N: Ok, so this chapter turned out much shorter than I anticipated. There was originally going to be more going on but I got to where I was going quicker than I thought I would and I really want the christmas party to be its own chapter, but on the other-hand this is probably the quickest update I've ever done. Even so, I thought I'd throw a bit more in here so here's a little omake, and some review responses from fanfiction (dot) net cause they don't have a public response to reviews like the other places I've posted this on. The omake takes place the morning after Gabrielle and Harry's night together after Hogsmeade at the end of the last chapter, that just didn't fit at the end of 9 nor make sense as the beginning of chapter 10. Also, its smutty, which this chapter was sadly devoid of.


Harry awoke in the same position as he fell asleep but turned over. He lay on his back, with Gabrielle wrapped around him, as if he was her own personal matress. She snored sweetly and was still impaled on Harry's morning wood. Harry was content to lay there until she woke up, her weight, while surprisingly light, was still comforting and warm, but suddenly he had to pee quite badly.

He turned them gently onto their sides and tried to extricate himself, but found that their middles were quite stuck together, for they had not cleaned up before succumbing to sleep the night before. Being gentle was not going to solve this, so trying not to laugh at the situation or cry at the now painfully unrelieved bladder Harry shook Gabrielle awake. Gabrielle apparently thought he had awoken her by penetrating her, so she tried to undulate in a way she knew Harry loved, but the dried fluids clung to his pubic hair and she inadvertently tugged at them painfully.

"Aaaaa, stop!"

"Wha' 'Arry! We're stuck togezher!"

"I know, I was trying to wake you, I need to pee," he finished in a pained whimper.

Gabrielle laughed joyfully, "I zhink I like being stuck togezhere like zhis."

"See if you still like it when my bladder gives out."

Gabrielle made an 'ick' face, "zhe shower I should zhink."

Harry gently sat up, shifting Gabrielle more into his lap. He slid his legs off the bed and stood unsteadily, though Gabrielle was quite light. He walked over to the bathroom slowly, trying not to have Gabrielle shift enough to pull painfully at his trapped hair. "How exactly are you so light, you weight almost nothing?"

Gabrielle yawned, wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, put her arms around his neck, and tucked her head in Harry's neck, inhaling his, as she described, woodsy scent, and said groggily, "veela zhing."

Harry entered the shower and flicked the water on with his foot. The immediately steaming hot water was imminently soothing, and Harry angled them so the spray would hit where they were joined. In short order they both felt the stickyness lesson, and Harry slowly drew out of her and set her down. Gabrielle grabbed a washcloth and began to rub suds over Harry's chest.

Harry returned the favor, and with a smile spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning her breasts and tight little bum, forgoing the wash cloth.

In short order both were squeaky clean, (in the case of Gabrielle, her chest and backside nearly shone) and breathing heavily with a slight flush that had nothing to do with the hot water. Reveling in the control Harry knew Gabrielle enjoyed, and was starting to relish himself, he simply lifted her up, pressed her bodily against the shower wall, and sank into her hot, gloriously wet, impossibly tight depths in one swift movement.

They both shuddered and Gabrielle let out a keening soft cry and bit, licked, and sucked on Harry's ear in-between sweet whispers of gratitude and pleasure in his ear, "Oui 'Arry, oui. Give eet to me, all of eet, I want all of you, so-merde-feels so good, so big, so hot, so full, oui, oui, oui, shag me, fuck your pussy, your cunt..." it drove Harry into a blind passion. He was soon pounding against her, hips smacking together in wet slaps, the sound echoing around the tiled room around their panting and Gabrielle's impassioned whispered encouragement.

Soon she was tensing and clasping her arms and legs around Harry hands fisted in his hair, "ooooooooooh, oui 'Arry, I'm almost zhere," she said than dissolved into a series of pleasure filled grunts every time Harry bottomed out.

She cried out suddenly, and the rhythmic contractions drew Harry's climax from him forcefully. Harry slammed as deep as he could and was forced to stop as the pleasurable friction was almost painfully intense mid-orgasm. Gabrielle refused any respite as she ground her hips and undulated against him almost sending them to the ground when Harry knees swooned, gasping at the intensity, clutching Gabrielle to him with both arms corded around her.

When the pulsing waves subsided Harry leaned back against the opposite wall, Gabrielle still in his arms and wrapped around his torso and cock, nipping at his neck.

Harry finally found his voice, "that was a good one."

"Mmmmmm, my stallion," said Gabrielle, in a low throaty voice.



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A/N: Yay! Wasn't that just fluffy. Just didn't fit into the end of 9. Them falling asleep just felt like a better natural conclusion to the chapter.

Anywhoo, thought I would respond to some fanfic (dot) net review seeing as I can't leave a comment below them like other places.




LordNemesis- sorry I don't do spoilers, but it's gonna be a while before we get to the coven. Remember, the journey is the important part.

Osma77- I'm glad you like the story. I too have a really hard time dealing with many of the smut heavy stories. If it isn't done well I tend to just cringe and it ruins the rest of the story for me, which I suppose is why I've been trying so hard to not do that. And yeah, good call on reading after the little ones are away, this is most certainly not for them.

bakapervert- Your name has pervert in it but you thought a finger in the bum was adventurous ;) JK, but seriously though, you may want to sit this one out if that wasn't to your liking. Harry's going to become quite a bit more adventurous as time goes on.

Gravity the Wizard- as a member of the coven or not, Luna will indeed be a major player in the story.

sirius009- To each their own, I'm actually more of a Cognac drinker when I'm not drinking cheap keg beer or wine. Love the wine. Champagne is pretty good too. Ooooo and Guinness, if it's the right temp.

LordThyGod- How many 16 year old girls have you known?

AddictiveLabel- Yeah, Gabrielle really is underused. I'd have thought her cropping up in the last book would have jump started it a little, but alas...

Ayselo- another anti-finger-in-the-bum? Seriously? It's anatomically accurate, massaging the prostate will increase the intensity and ahem volume of a man's orgasm. Don't let hang-ups prevent you from experiencing something.

JKArcanus- We shall see ;) Also, really? some of the best smut on the site? Thanks you, really. I don't know how true it is, but reviews like this are great motivation.

Arsao Tome- While Veela may not be studied in Hogwarts do you really think there is any subject that Dumbledore hasn't at least perused at some point?

For everyone else who just had nice things to say or encouragement, thank you!

To those with critiques and criticisms, thank you I will take it to heart!

To flamers and haters (very few, natch) suck it!

1nf1n1t3- This is the one and only fic I've ever written. Sort of. I started two others, one went two chapters and then I abandoned it, and the other I wrote one chapter and submitted it to harrypotterfanfiction (dot) com and it was summarily rejected. They were both terrible.