, but it was too late. A calm, happy, almost giddy sensation washed over her.
“Follow me,” hissed Ginny Weasley, after checking the corridor for witnesses.
Hermione turned and followed the redhead happily.
When they entered a small, unused classroom, Ginny shut the door behind them and held out her hand. “Give me the ring, then strip out of your clothes.”
Greg Goyle and Vincent Crabbe were both in the room and, after hearing Ginny’s command, they grinned at each other.
Hermione’s brow furrowed and beads of sweat appeared upon it, but she was unable to break the compulsion. She removed her ring, and then began taking off her clothing.
Ginny shoved the ring in her pocket. She’d return it, tearfully of course, to Harry, but only after Hermione made her public confession.
“Strip, you two,” she ordered Goyle and Crabbe. “She’s going to blow you both, and maybe more, before she’s ready to leave. Make sure you’re long gone from here before Potter shows up!”
Ginny waited until Hermione had stripped down to her nickers before she stopped her and handed her a potion. “Drink this,” she ordered. “Lust of Athena,” Ginny said to the others, trying not to look at their nakedness. “In three minutes, she’ll be horny enough to fuck the entire Royal Navy, and she’ll stay that way for twenty four hours.”
Hermione drank the potion quickly, and then stood waiting for the next set of orders.
Ginny waited and watched as her eyes glazed over. “She’s all yours,” she said over her shoulder. Opening the door, she left the room, laughing at the thought of the mudblood’s coming humiliation.
In the Headmaster’s office, Harry held up a hand and Dumbledore stopped talking. He watched Harry intently. The young man’s complexion went from a normal, healthy color to a pasty white before he stood, his legs shaky.
“Hermione’s in trouble. Her ward just triggered,” he told the Headmaster, his voice low. His magic flared ominously and the castle vibrated as Hogwarts responded to his commands.
“Albus, go to the west wing, near the Arithmancy classroom,” he ordered, then slipped into the shadows.
Still laughing, Ginny closed the door to the classroom. She had taken only a few steps before she froze, and then blanched. Coming down the hall was a wave of blackness so dense it looked solid. The darkness stopped a foot from her nose and coalesced into Harry Potter.
She gave a frightened squeak and reached for her wand. Harry’s hand snapped out, catching her wrist. With a deft twist, he snapped the bones. He summoned her wand to his other hand while she screeched in pain. Still holding her wrist, he lifted his hand and Ginny found herself dangling in the air, the broken bones grinding against one another. He then moved her to a wall and stuck her there with a quiet command. Her wand was stuck to the wall next, though well out of her reach.
“It’s too late, Potter!” she sneered, grinding her teeth against the pain. “Besides, she’s not good enough for you! Right now she’s probably giving Crabbe or Goyle a blow job!”
Harry turned to look at her and she fell silent under his gaze. “She’s not, Weasley, you are. I can sense the Imperius curse you used on her…and a lust potion?” He tilted his head and examined her, his expression telling her just how much he loathed her. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I wouldn’t forgive her? You’re nothing but a petty, foolish child, Ginevra, and I’ll see you get the kiss for what you’ve done,” he told her, his voice so cold she actually shivered.
She whimpered in fear then. Looking up the corridor, she saw several teachers, and the Headmaster approaching and nearly breathed a sigh of relief.
Harry waved a hand and set a shield, preventing anyone from coming closer. Then he turned to the classroom and vanished the door.
The spectacle before him was enough to cause even Harry to pause in shock. Crabbe and Goyle were fighting over Hermione, who sat on the floor, staring at the two half naked boys. Her body was ridged, her eyes hot and hazy with desire.
Harry stunned both Slytherins and moved them out, pinning them to the wall next to Ginny. He then ripped off his cloak and transfigured it into a blanket.
Hermione turned to him and her eyes lit up. She was breathing hard and, as he watched, she licked her lips suggestively.
“Sleep” he murmured.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed, sliding down into sleep. He wrapped her in the blanket, lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the classroom. He walked up the corridor where a crowd of people stood, anxiously awaiting his news.
Dropping the shield, he spoke directly to Dumbledore. “She’s been drugged and placed under the Imperius curse. Check their wands. I’m taking her to my mother’s apartment, where I can guard her until the drug wears off. Albus, call the Aurors. If they’re still in the castle by tomorrow, you’ll not like my reaction.”
The Headmaster nodded mutely. His eyes had lost their customary twinkle and he seemed to have aged fifty years. He knew Harry wasn’t making an idle threat. Miss Granger had been the victim of a violent sex crime and, before that, an unforgivable curse.
“Minerva, collect the wands and test every one of them. Search them thoroughly, and bring them to my office. I’ll contact their families, then the DMLE.”
Lily stepped forward and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Let me help you.”
He nodded, his eyes grim.
Lily’s apartment…
Harry gently laid Hermione down on the bed, and then transfigured the blanket into a warm, long nightshirt.
Lily watched, her heart breaking, as Harry made her as comfortable as possible, and then pulled the blankets up around her.
“Shouldn’t we talk to Professor Snape or Poppy about an antidote, Harry?” Lily asked in concern.
“We can’t, Mum,” he told her, his voice filled with anguish. “The potion they used was the Lust of Athena. Any attempt to dose her can cause permanent damage. We have to ride it out. She’ll sleep four hours or so, and then I’ll have to let her up for an hour before putting her back to sleep. It’s going to be a long twenty four hours before the potion wears off.” He paused for a moment, his eyes closed. “Niamh!”
The white phoenix appeared on the headboard of the bed and trilled a welcome to Lily and Harry.
You called, Harry wizard?
“Niamh, I need you to watch Hermione. Some bad people attacked her today and made her very sick. If I’m not here when she wakes up, I need you to come get me. Will you do that that for me?” he asked the white phoenix softly.
I will watch for you, Harry wizard. The old one with the glass eyes wants to speak to you.
He nodded. “Mum, I’m going to go talk to Dumbledore. Will you stay with her? I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he entreated.
Lily hugged her son. “Of course I’ll watch over her.”
He glanced at Hermione’s sleeping form for a moment, his eyes grief stricken. Then, taking three steps back, he slipped into the shadows and was gone.
Headmasters Office…
Harry stepped out of the shadows and into a crowded office. He was surprised to see so many teachers, several Aurors and Molly and Arthur Weasley. Everyone was talking at once and Dumbledore looked like he was ready to pull out his hair. On a chair placed before the Headmasters desk was Ginny Weasley.
“QUIET!” shouted Harry. Many people jumped, startled, and most turned to stare at him, shocked to find him there. “I’ll stun the next person who opens their mouth. Now, Headmaster, you have the floor.” He moved then to stand behind Albus and watched those in the room.
Dumbledore shot him a grateful glance before facing Kingsley Shacklebolt. “Earlier this evening, Miss Weasley placed another student under the Imperius curse, robbed her, then drugged her against her will. The student was then left to the machinations of two young men, the intended victim of a sexual assault…”
“Which never happened,” Harry interjected.
Shacklebolt looked at Harry in surprise. “Did you witness this, Mr. Potter?”
“Not the initial assault, Auror Shacklebolt. When I arrived on the scene, I found Miss Granger on the floor, naked, While Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle fought over which one would be first to use