Polyjuice sequel
Title: Harry Potter and the Ruthless Ravenclaws
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco, sort of
AN: This a sequel to Harry Potter and the Problem with Polyjuice. And it too is for lalejandra, who "helped" me with the plot (by which I mean she came up with 80-90% of it), and who also beta'd.
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Ron didn't look at Harry at all the morning after the polyjuice... thing. His ears got red every time Harry passed him an ingredient in Potions class, which, of course, meant that Hermione kept giving them that look of hers. The look that usually meant she was figuring everything out in her head. Harry dropped the newt's eyes just thinking about Hermione figuring everything out.
In the corridor after class, as they walked with Hermione between them, a couple of Ravenclaw boys pulled them aside.
"Hey, Potter. Weasley," Terry Boot said. "Can we talk to you for a minute?"
Hermione looked at him with interest. "In private," Michael Corner added.
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, whatever." To Harry and Ron she added, "I'll see you at lunch," flipped her hair, and walked off briskly.
Ron and Harry, confused, followed Michael and Terry around a corner to a relatively empty corridor, with no one close enough to overhear them.
Terry leaned in close. "We know what you did last night," he said in a low voice, and then stepped back, looking smug.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Ron go very white, then very red. Harry scowled. "What?" he asked, in what he intended to be a low and intimidating voice. It came out a little squeakier than anticipated, but he thought the effect was still more or less there.
"It would probably be in your best interests to come to the Room of Requirement tonight at seven, if you don't want anyone to find out," Michael said, smirking.
Ron and Harry stared at him. Finally, Ron said, "This is bollocks. They don't know anything. Come on, Harry." He grabbed Harry's arm and began to pull him away.
They both whirled back around when they heard Terry say, "Fine, Parvati, Hermione. I'm sure the Daily Prophet would be very interested to hear about...."
Harry leaped at him in a blind rage, about to punch him in the face, but Ron grabbed the back of his robes and stopped him. Ron had gone very white again.
"Fine," Ron muttered very quietly, looking around the hallway to see if anyone had heard what Terry had said. "Fine, we'll be there."
Terry smiled again in that infuriating way. "Good. Glad to hear it."
That night Harry and Ron stood opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, staring at the blank wall where the Room of Requirement would appear. Harry's heart was beating fast, and he and Ron were studiously not looking at each other.
"What do we concentrate on needing?" Ron asked.
"A place to kill Michael and Terry," Harry said through gritted teeth.
The door appeared in the wall as soon as he said Michael and Terry's names; Ron and Harry looked at it for a long moment before Ron moved forward to turn the knob.
Inside, it was so dimly lit that for a moment Harry could hardly see. When his eyes finally began to adjust, he saw that the room was full of sofas and beds, all with thick dark-red cushions. In the middle were ten Ravenclaw boys, sitting around looking self-satisfied.
It made Harry furious. "WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT, TERRY?" he shouted as soon as the door had closed behind them.
"Well," Terry said, not getting up from the sofa he was lounging on, "it's come to our attention that you and Ron like to polyjuice into girls and snog in the Gryffindor bathroom."
"THAT'S A LIE!" Harry said.
"Shh, Harry," Ron said, glancing back nervously at the door they'd just come through. "You can't prove that," he then said to the Ravenclaws, his voice shaky.
"Actually, we can," Michael Corner said. He was holding a thick book. "We enchanted that bathroom's mirror months ago. Whenever anything interesting is going on, the mirror records it right into this book. And we have photographs as well."
"Why would you enchant a bathroom mirror?" Ron squeaked out.
Terry shrugged. "Naked girls."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Harry yelled.
One of the other boys, Julian Tinglepaugh, handed Harry a photograph. In it, Harry saw Hermione and Parvati kissing in a tub rather enthusiastically, before they began to morph into what were clearly him and Ron.
"Oh God," Ron said weakly, looking at the picture over Harry's shoulder. He had gone rather green.
"This book has the whole thing," Michael said. "Thomas Smitherman nicked his dad's video camera and we spelled it to film through the mirror. He's Muggle-born, you know."
"Why would you put it in a book?" Ron asked, trying to regain some of his earlier bluster.
"So we can look at it in class and seem like we're studying," Thomas said.
"Well, that's... clever," Ron said, deflated.
"We're Ravenclaws," Julian said. "Of course it is."
"So," Terry said briskly, "the point is that we know all about it. And we have photographic evidence that I am sure you would rather not have turning up, say, in the newspaper. But we are prepared to strike a deal with you."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THINK WE'D MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU, YOU HORRIBLE WRETCHED - "
"Harry!" Ron grabbed his arm.
"SHUT UP, RON! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M THE BOY WHO - "
"Shut UP, Harry," Ron said, clapping his hand over Harry's mouth. "Okay," he said, turning to Terry. "What do you want?"
"Well," Michael said. "There are those of us who wouldn't mind snogging some of the fittest girls in our year without the hassle of having to, you know, talk to those girls."
"Yeah," Terry said. "Some of them are very annoying. But fit."
"That's where you come in," Julian said. "None of us want to polyjuice into the girls. But since you two obviously enjoy it so much...."
Harry clenched his fists until the knuckles turned white.
"But we don't have any more polyjuice ingredients," Ron said desperately. "So I guess that won't really work."
"Potter kept the extra potion," Michael said. Harry turned his glare on him, but didn't deny it. "And we have our sources. We've already some potion brewing, so don't worry, Weasley. It's all under control."
"So all you two need to do," Terry said, walking around them to the door, "is come back here tomorrow night, same time, and bring the rest of the potion with you. We'll take care of the rest."
"Ta very much," Ron gritted out, as Terry opened the door and let them through.
The next night when Ron and Harry got up to leave the Gryffindor common room, Hermione fixed them with a shrewd look. "Where are you two going off to?"
"Nowhere," Ron said, at the same time as Harry said, "Out."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Does this have anything to do with what Terry and Michael were talking to you about yesterday?"
"No," Harry said, at the same time as Ron said, "Yes."
Hermione's eyes narrowed even further.
"Well, not *exactly*," Ron said. "We're... um... none of your business." He hustled Harry out the portrait hole.
"Oh, well done, Ron," Harry said, glaring, when they were out in the corridor.
"Didn't see you coming up with anything," Ron mumbled sheepishly.
They walked in stony silence towards the Room of Requirement. "This is all your fault anyway," Harry muttered as they turned the corner.
"Oh, like the Daily Prophet would even care if it wasn't YOU," Ron returned.
Harry didn't have much to say to that.
That night Harry had to change into Cho Chang and snog Benedict Pancake, who was, for the record, very grabby. Ron changed into Pansy Parkinson to snog Terry and Julian, almost at the same time. One of them was on each side of Ron-as-Pansy, and were kissing in a very lascivious sort of way, sometimes all three at once. From what Harry could see out of the corner of his eye, it looked like some kind of tongue monster was attacking Pansy's (Ron's) mouth.
"See you boys Saturday afternoon," Michael said cheerfully as he let them out the door. "That'll be my turn."
Harry simpered at him, and Ron said, "Well, we'll look forward to THAT," in the most sarcastic voice Harry had ever heard him use.
They had to use polyjuice to kiss Ravenclaw boys (and sometimes do... other, even less pleasant things that Harry tried very very hard to put out of his mind once they were over) nearly every other day for two weeks straight. Ron started to worry that polyjuice might be addictive, even going so far as to ASK HERMIONE, who got that suspicious shrewd look on her face again.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked.
"Yeah, Ron," Harry said fiercely. "Why would you want to know that?"
But then Hermione just turned that look on him instead, and he got up from the table so fast he tipped over his glass of pumpkin juice so that it spilled all over the table cloth, and then at least everyone was distracted into mopping it up.
That was the night that there was only Terry in the room when they arrived.
"Where is everybody?" Ron asked. "Are we not doing this anymore? Great, thanks, Terry!" He quickly turned to leave the room again.
"Not exactly, Weasley," Terry said. "We're just moving to another location. But you two need to get suited up before we go over there. We wouldn't want everybody to know who our lucky girls are."
"What?" Harry said slowly. "What do you mean, everybody?"
Terry smiled. "Well, we've decided to extend our little evenings to some other privileged members of the school. For a small fee."
"YOU'RE WHORING US OUT?!" Harry bellowed.
Terry winced. "Language, Potter. You always put things so crudely."
"This wasn't part of the deal, Terry," Ron growled.
"Don't worry, Weasley, nobody will know who you are," Terry said. "And if you think we're overstepping the terms, we can call the deal off at any time. You can stop doing us this favor, and we can tell people what we know. It's your decision."
Ron thrust out his hand for the polyjuice that Terry was holding, and drank the left hand glass down quickly. Harry drank the other.
And that was how Harry Potter ended up with Draco Malfoy's tongue down his throat on the first Wednesday in November.
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco, sort of
AN: This a sequel to Harry Potter and the Problem with Polyjuice. And it too is for lalejandra, who "helped" me with the plot (by which I mean she came up with 80-90% of it), and who also beta'd.
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Ron didn't look at Harry at all the morning after the polyjuice... thing. His ears got red every time Harry passed him an ingredient in Potions class, which, of course, meant that Hermione kept giving them that look of hers. The look that usually meant she was figuring everything out in her head. Harry dropped the newt's eyes just thinking about Hermione figuring everything out.
In the corridor after class, as they walked with Hermione between them, a couple of Ravenclaw boys pulled them aside.
"Hey, Potter. Weasley," Terry Boot said. "Can we talk to you for a minute?"
Hermione looked at him with interest. "In private," Michael Corner added.
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, whatever." To Harry and Ron she added, "I'll see you at lunch," flipped her hair, and walked off briskly.
Ron and Harry, confused, followed Michael and Terry around a corner to a relatively empty corridor, with no one close enough to overhear them.
Terry leaned in close. "We know what you did last night," he said in a low voice, and then stepped back, looking smug.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Ron go very white, then very red. Harry scowled. "What?" he asked, in what he intended to be a low and intimidating voice. It came out a little squeakier than anticipated, but he thought the effect was still more or less there.
"It would probably be in your best interests to come to the Room of Requirement tonight at seven, if you don't want anyone to find out," Michael said, smirking.
Ron and Harry stared at him. Finally, Ron said, "This is bollocks. They don't know anything. Come on, Harry." He grabbed Harry's arm and began to pull him away.
They both whirled back around when they heard Terry say, "Fine, Parvati, Hermione. I'm sure the Daily Prophet would be very interested to hear about...."
Harry leaped at him in a blind rage, about to punch him in the face, but Ron grabbed the back of his robes and stopped him. Ron had gone very white again.
"Fine," Ron muttered very quietly, looking around the hallway to see if anyone had heard what Terry had said. "Fine, we'll be there."
Terry smiled again in that infuriating way. "Good. Glad to hear it."
That night Harry and Ron stood opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, staring at the blank wall where the Room of Requirement would appear. Harry's heart was beating fast, and he and Ron were studiously not looking at each other.
"What do we concentrate on needing?" Ron asked.
"A place to kill Michael and Terry," Harry said through gritted teeth.
The door appeared in the wall as soon as he said Michael and Terry's names; Ron and Harry looked at it for a long moment before Ron moved forward to turn the knob.
Inside, it was so dimly lit that for a moment Harry could hardly see. When his eyes finally began to adjust, he saw that the room was full of sofas and beds, all with thick dark-red cushions. In the middle were ten Ravenclaw boys, sitting around looking self-satisfied.
It made Harry furious. "WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT, TERRY?" he shouted as soon as the door had closed behind them.
"Well," Terry said, not getting up from the sofa he was lounging on, "it's come to our attention that you and Ron like to polyjuice into girls and snog in the Gryffindor bathroom."
"THAT'S A LIE!" Harry said.
"Shh, Harry," Ron said, glancing back nervously at the door they'd just come through. "You can't prove that," he then said to the Ravenclaws, his voice shaky.
"Actually, we can," Michael Corner said. He was holding a thick book. "We enchanted that bathroom's mirror months ago. Whenever anything interesting is going on, the mirror records it right into this book. And we have photographs as well."
"Why would you enchant a bathroom mirror?" Ron squeaked out.
Terry shrugged. "Naked girls."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Harry yelled.
One of the other boys, Julian Tinglepaugh, handed Harry a photograph. In it, Harry saw Hermione and Parvati kissing in a tub rather enthusiastically, before they began to morph into what were clearly him and Ron.
"Oh God," Ron said weakly, looking at the picture over Harry's shoulder. He had gone rather green.
"This book has the whole thing," Michael said. "Thomas Smitherman nicked his dad's video camera and we spelled it to film through the mirror. He's Muggle-born, you know."
"Why would you put it in a book?" Ron asked, trying to regain some of his earlier bluster.
"So we can look at it in class and seem like we're studying," Thomas said.
"Well, that's... clever," Ron said, deflated.
"We're Ravenclaws," Julian said. "Of course it is."
"So," Terry said briskly, "the point is that we know all about it. And we have photographic evidence that I am sure you would rather not have turning up, say, in the newspaper. But we are prepared to strike a deal with you."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THINK WE'D MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU, YOU HORRIBLE WRETCHED - "
"Harry!" Ron grabbed his arm.
"SHUT UP, RON! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M THE BOY WHO - "
"Shut UP, Harry," Ron said, clapping his hand over Harry's mouth. "Okay," he said, turning to Terry. "What do you want?"
"Well," Michael said. "There are those of us who wouldn't mind snogging some of the fittest girls in our year without the hassle of having to, you know, talk to those girls."
"Yeah," Terry said. "Some of them are very annoying. But fit."
"That's where you come in," Julian said. "None of us want to polyjuice into the girls. But since you two obviously enjoy it so much...."
Harry clenched his fists until the knuckles turned white.
"But we don't have any more polyjuice ingredients," Ron said desperately. "So I guess that won't really work."
"Potter kept the extra potion," Michael said. Harry turned his glare on him, but didn't deny it. "And we have our sources. We've already some potion brewing, so don't worry, Weasley. It's all under control."
"So all you two need to do," Terry said, walking around them to the door, "is come back here tomorrow night, same time, and bring the rest of the potion with you. We'll take care of the rest."
"Ta very much," Ron gritted out, as Terry opened the door and let them through.
The next night when Ron and Harry got up to leave the Gryffindor common room, Hermione fixed them with a shrewd look. "Where are you two going off to?"
"Nowhere," Ron said, at the same time as Harry said, "Out."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Does this have anything to do with what Terry and Michael were talking to you about yesterday?"
"No," Harry said, at the same time as Ron said, "Yes."
Hermione's eyes narrowed even further.
"Well, not *exactly*," Ron said. "We're... um... none of your business." He hustled Harry out the portrait hole.
"Oh, well done, Ron," Harry said, glaring, when they were out in the corridor.
"Didn't see you coming up with anything," Ron mumbled sheepishly.
They walked in stony silence towards the Room of Requirement. "This is all your fault anyway," Harry muttered as they turned the corner.
"Oh, like the Daily Prophet would even care if it wasn't YOU," Ron returned.
Harry didn't have much to say to that.
That night Harry had to change into Cho Chang and snog Benedict Pancake, who was, for the record, very grabby. Ron changed into Pansy Parkinson to snog Terry and Julian, almost at the same time. One of them was on each side of Ron-as-Pansy, and were kissing in a very lascivious sort of way, sometimes all three at once. From what Harry could see out of the corner of his eye, it looked like some kind of tongue monster was attacking Pansy's (Ron's) mouth.
"See you boys Saturday afternoon," Michael said cheerfully as he let them out the door. "That'll be my turn."
Harry simpered at him, and Ron said, "Well, we'll look forward to THAT," in the most sarcastic voice Harry had ever heard him use.
They had to use polyjuice to kiss Ravenclaw boys (and sometimes do... other, even less pleasant things that Harry tried very very hard to put out of his mind once they were over) nearly every other day for two weeks straight. Ron started to worry that polyjuice might be addictive, even going so far as to ASK HERMIONE, who got that suspicious shrewd look on her face again.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked.
"Yeah, Ron," Harry said fiercely. "Why would you want to know that?"
But then Hermione just turned that look on him instead, and he got up from the table so fast he tipped over his glass of pumpkin juice so that it spilled all over the table cloth, and then at least everyone was distracted into mopping it up.
That was the night that there was only Terry in the room when they arrived.
"Where is everybody?" Ron asked. "Are we not doing this anymore? Great, thanks, Terry!" He quickly turned to leave the room again.
"Not exactly, Weasley," Terry said. "We're just moving to another location. But you two need to get suited up before we go over there. We wouldn't want everybody to know who our lucky girls are."
"What?" Harry said slowly. "What do you mean, everybody?"
Terry smiled. "Well, we've decided to extend our little evenings to some other privileged members of the school. For a small fee."
"YOU'RE WHORING US OUT?!" Harry bellowed.
Terry winced. "Language, Potter. You always put things so crudely."
"This wasn't part of the deal, Terry," Ron growled.
"Don't worry, Weasley, nobody will know who you are," Terry said. "And if you think we're overstepping the terms, we can call the deal off at any time. You can stop doing us this favor, and we can tell people what we know. It's your decision."
Ron thrust out his hand for the polyjuice that Terry was holding, and drank the left hand glass down quickly. Harry drank the other.
And that was how Harry Potter ended up with Draco Malfoy's tongue down his throat on the first Wednesday in November.
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