Why on Earth would Ron be going to the Shrieking Shack, of all places?
Harry found himself wandering the halls, thinking of his next move. He couldn't follow Ron out there alone, the mere sight of Harry could trigger hostility, and he didn't want to hurt Ron.
He needed Hermione, the two of them together could go out and talk some sense into the heartbroken git.
But she was avoiding him too, probably out of guilt for their lustful act. God, who knew a piece of ass would be so costly?
"'Arry!" a familiar voice rang out.
He turned to see the sleek form of Fleur running up to him, bouncing wonderfully in the right places.
Oh please, not now, not her.
"Please 'Arry, we are even trouble!"
"Er, is it Bill?"
She gave a troubled smile, lips perfect and thick.
"No, Bill was okay, thank God. Ees the ministry 'Arry!"
"The Ministry.."
"They 'ave "eard that 'Ogwarts has fallen! They are coming to help!"
"That's bad?"
She slapped his arm, none too lightly.
"Of course eet is bad! They are nothing but meddlers and political monsters 'Arry! They will ruin 'Ogwarts!"
He wanted to point out that "Ogwarts" was pretty ruined already, but thought better of it.
"What do you want me to do, Fleur?"
She grabbed his arm, he instantly wondered what those graceful fingers could do wrapped around his..
"Stop them! You 'ave to stop them!"
"Fleur, what am I supposed to do against a dozen aurors, or more? We're kind of sitting here with our arses kicked."
"Pah! Aurors! You just defeated EE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED."
"Yeah, but that was self-defense. These aurors, some of them are with the Order, friends you know? Plus, look around. There's no Professors, nobody but me."
She swelled defiantly.
"And me, 'Arry."
He fought back a sneer. Fleur was beautiful, but a deulist she was not.
"Let's just see what they want before we go off half-cocked."
"You know what they want. The same theeng they always want! Control!"
Her eyes were streaming now, she was almost shaking with rage.
"Okay, okay. When they get here, we'll confront them. Just don't make a move until I do, okay?"
She hugged him fiercely.
"Thank you 'Arry! You are so brave."
His head rested on her shoulder, and even with a vertical view her butt pooched out an impressive distance. He bet one smack would make it jiggle for hours.
He lowered his hand to the small of her back, her hot breath in his ear was bringing him to rigid attention.
Someone nearby scoffed, an ugly noise dripping with fury.
He turned just in time to see the bushy head of Hermione turning a corner.
Reluctantly, he broke the embrace.
"Hold that thought Fleur, I'll be back."
"But, what eef they show up?!"
"Then wait for me!" he yelled over one shoulder.
He ran hard, trying to close the gap between himself and Hermione.
"Wait up!" he yelled, breathless.
She ran faster.
"I will stun you!" he warned.
Oops, wrong thing to say.
She spun on him, her wand pointed at his heart. He saw in her face a pinched, furious look.
"You sure move on fast, Mr. Potter!"
"Hold on now. She was upset!"
"Oh, I bet! Poor Fleur, running into the warm arms of the Chosen One while her husband lies in the infirmary!"
"Hermione, it isn't like that! SHE'S not like that!"
"Oh, but YOU are, Mr. Poke Anything That Moves!"
"That, that's not fair!"
She advanced, wand at ready.
Oh God, she's gonna bloody HEX me.
"Not FAIR? You can hear in every bathroom in the CASTLE Moaning Myrtle singing about how she wanked you off!"
That treacherous hag!
"Er, I just did it to find out where Ron was!!"
"Oh! Is that how you get information now? Whipping out your pud at every opportunity?"
"Hermione, we don't have time for this! The Ministry us coming and Ron is at the Shrieking Shack!"
Her wand lowered, just a bit. He wondered if he should take the opportunity to disarm her. He thought better of it.
"Oh Harry! What did we do to him!"
"I dunno, but we better UNDO it before the Ministry gets here. We're gonna need him."
She dropped her wand to her side, then reluctantly stowed it away in her robes.
"Let's go then."
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She led, as she was more versed in all of Hogwart's hidden passages and shortcuts. He stayed just behind her. Her hair smelled wonderful, and he thought of his hand wrapped in it, twisting and pulling and...
He shook his head, trying to clear it. He had to cage the beast for now, too much was at stake.
It was tough though, being as some of her sweet fluids were dried on his thighs from earlier.
"He may still be angry, Harry."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure he is. We'll just have to talk him down from the proverbial ledge."
He instantly regretted the phrase. He never meant to imply that Ron may be suicidal. He heard her sobbing quietly. Still, they pressed on.
To the Shack.
