Harry Potter & the Wizards of Waverly Place Book 2: 7th Year at Hogwarts

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

After dinner, there was plenty of time before the curfew to go and find Harry's room. Hermione and Alex followed Harry as he entered a short hallway not far from the DADA classroom.

At the end was a heavy oak door with brass handles. Harry opened it, and was stunned at the size. It wasn't just a small room-it was about the size of any small flat with a sitting room, dining room/kitchen, and one large bedroom with its own bathroom. It wasn't luxurious exactly, but all of the antique furniture and decor of Hogwarts made it feel like it was.

Harry and Alex looked at the bed and grinned, the same thought popping into their heads.

"But you know we can't spend the night Alex," Hermione said with disappointment. "We have to be in our dorms by 11 o'clock."

"But I thought we could do what we liked when classes let out. McGonagall said so." Alex moaned.

"Yes, but this is a boarding school with strict rules regarding curfews and separate sleeping arrangements for boys and girls. Technically, we aren't allowed to violate those rules..." Hermione started blushing as she trailed off.

Alex got it. She grinned, her eyes narrowing as she peered shrewdly at Hermione.

"Technically...?" Alex chuckled. "Of course rules aren't meant to be 'violated,' are they Hermione?"

"Erm..." interjected Harry, "It's not that I don't mind violating a few silly old school rules-but please... can we NOT get chucked out on our ear the first night here!?"

But even Harry was having trouble keeping a straight face. The whole experience was so utterly surreal. The sensation reminded him of the feeling he'd had when he had taken the Felix Felicis potion.

Harry had never imagined being in this position at Hogwarts, a professor, with his own private rooms, and his two best friends-his girlfriends-at his side. An exhilarating feeling swept over Harry, and Hermione beamed at him.

"Well we've still got a couple of hours," Hermione said slyly to Harry as she began to unbutton Harry's shirt. Taking her cue from Hermione, Alex came up behind her, and put her arms around the other girl's waist, and her head on the other girl's right shoulder. Her lips brushed against the skin of Hermione's neck. Alex kissed her and she said softly,

"I love you Hermione."

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An hour or so later, Harry walked with Hermione and Alex to the Gryffindor tower as they straightened their clothes. Nobody was looking so he gave them both a kiss goodnight. Harry had forgotten all about the Fat Lady.

"Well... My goodness," the Fat Lady sniffed, feigning shock, "Two girlfriends Potter? I've been on this wall for hundreds of years, and I can't remember the last time I've seen such a flagrant violation of probity."

"Wait... what?" said Alex with a bewildered look, "Nobody said anything about violating anyone with probes..."

The Fat Lady thought Alex was mocking her, and went into a huff, opening the door without even asking them for the password. She waited as the two girls entered, then spoke to Harry.

"Hurry up then. Aren't you going in?"

Harry gave the Fat Lady a half-smile.

"That wouldn't really be appropriate-I'm a professor now." Harry said. This time the Fat Lady really did look shocked...

"But... But that would make you the youngest professor since..."

"1638, Yeah, that's what all the other professors said too." Harry grinned at her consternation.

He turned and walked back towards his rooms when he spotted Malfoy. Harry was surprised. He hadn't expected that any Slytherins would want to repeat 7th year. Harry was even more surprised when Draco smirked at him, but not unpleasantly. With a bit of a leer, Draco said,

"Nice one Potter. Two girlfriends now? I didn't see that one coming. And you a professor-I didn't see that one coming at all either. I'll be in your class, so try to be nice eh. I promise to behave."

"Er... well alright then." Said Harry. This was even more unexpected-Draco being almost pleasant. Harry had a feeling of Deja Vu as he pictured Dudley saying goodbye.

"Erm... Malfoy, if you don't mind me asking..."

"What am I doing here?" Draco laughed, and it didn't even sound like an evil laugh.

"Everyone keeps asking me that. I guess my only answer is YOU Potter. After the war, when my father was sent to Azkaban again, I realised that I'd been trying to live up to an Ideal Father who didn't really even exist. I... I never really thought of him as evil, but... but he's done some really awful things. Things that I realised I couldn't do when I didn't kill Dumbledore." Draco looked pained as he told Harry.

"But why come back though? You didn't have to come back to be good." Pressed Harry.

"Like I said... My dad basically proved he's a pretty terrible father. I didn't want to be like him anymore after that night on the tower. I..." Draco flushed, he could hardly say it. "I wanted to be more like you Harry... I think I always have done a bit."

Draco couldn't look at Harry anymore after dropping that bombshell. He just turned around and headed down the corridor, leaving a stunned and perplexed Harry standing alone by the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.