Hogwarts Exposed Chapter 20 part 2
Here there be epic fail. You really thought the bullshit would let up just because the fic is nearly over?
After a short time Caitlin was scrubbed and ready to start the day. “We get visitors today,” she practically shouted excitedly to Hermione as she sat on the edge on the bed.
Hermione just smiled at the little girl. She loved her so much and she was overwhelmed to realize how much Caitlin loved her. This little girl almost died in order to save her life.
Continuity alert: what Caitlin was doing was earlier on established as completely involuntary and reflecting rather than absorbing Hermione's injuries.
“Yes, are you going to put on a hospital gown?”
“Must I Mum? You know how I hate clothes and those things are worse than clothes.”
Yes, you've only been wearing them most of your life so far. That kind of attitude I could see more from lifelong nudist Jamie, but to be fairer than this fic deserves Caitlin could have a touch of the zeal of the recent convert. I couldn't say for certain because the characterisation is so patchy in this fic.
Caitlin quickly obeyed, anything to avoid clothes. She lay on her side reading while waiting for the elf to come with breakfast.
It was only a few minutes before she heard a pop and the elf sat her breakfast on her bed table and then after placing Hermione’s on her table he was gone with another pop.
The Hogwarts house-elves don't show themselves in this way. Harry didn't find out about them until his fourth year despite spending an inordinate amount of time in the hospital wing in the previous books.
Caitlin pushed her pillow aside and sat up allowing the covers to fall to her waist as she pulled the table nearer.
Hermione nervously looked at the time and thought to herself that there was no problem. It was only six-thirty. Caitlin would surely be done and fully covered before they received any visitors.
ITT nudity angst. It all looks ridiculously trivial next to life-and-death situations, because of the author's trouble with modulating the tone of his narrative. Or a notion that the issues facing nudists are in fact as important as the fate of the wizarding world. I don't know which would be worse. Because narrative convention demands that she's going to get a visit now, enter Matt and Randy and once again I'm reminded that no adolescent boy in Britain in the 2000s would ever willingly go by "Randy".
They each gave her little kiss on the cheek and then went to sit at the foot end of the bed, one on either side. Hermione noticed that Randy was holding something behind his back. Matt gave him a signal and he revealed a beautiful bunch of flowers. “These are from both of us,” Randy said as he handed the flowers to Caitlin.
“They’re beautiful guys.
The flowers are beautiful guys? Is this some kind of magical plant?
Hermione wanted to shout don’t, but it was too late, Caitlin was already out of bed walking naked toward the bathroom. What was most amazing was that neither boy was drooling. They had most certainly watched Caitlin slip out of bed and even watched her parade to the bath, but then they had both turned back toward Hermione as Matt said. “Your daughter is amazing. I could never be like her.”
“Me, too,” said Randy. I’m embarrassed to let one of the other guys see me without clothes. I’d die if a girl saw me. Caitlin’s so different from other girls.”
“She is special, both her and Jamie. You can’t not like them and its not because they’re nudists, its because their so caring, so nice.” Matt added.
Because they're Sues.
Hermione was lost for words. Was it possible that these two eleven-year-old boys actually saw beyond Caitlin's nudity? Caitlin returned with the flowers in a vase and carried them to her mother’s bed. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
Hermione answered, “Yes.” She wanted to say more, but held her words.
Instead of getting back under the covers, Caitlin jumped on top of the bed and crossed her legs Indian style to be comfortable.
The three sat talking about what had happened in school the last few weeks. It was obvious the boys were nervous, but that seemed to be much more because there was a Professor listening than that Caitlin was naked.
Is Caitlin naked in this scene? I must have missed that.
Caitlin looked at her mum nervously. “Are you going to yell at me?”
“Is there a reason I should?”
“Yes. I purposely exposed myself to Matt and Randy. I could have left one of them get water for the flower, but I wanted to prove something to you.”
“And that something was what?”
“That not all boys are little perverts that gawk and grope girls. Neither of them would ever touch me against my will. I agree with what you said about the common room. Some guys probably only wanted Jamie and I naked because they wanted to stare and if they got a chance touch us. They’re not all like that. Matt and Randy are special.”
I guess Randy isn't living up to his name. They'd be Gary Stus if they had even that bare minimum of characterisation. Also: get off your fucking soapbox.
“Mione, would you like me to get the elves to bring dinner to our room so you don’t have to walk down to the Grand Hall?” Harry inquired.
“Harry, please stop fussing over me. I want to eat dinner in the Great Hall with everyone else. Madam Pomfrey has given me the okay to resume normal activity”
So Hermione (sorry, "Mione") is okay with house-elves now?
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I missed you very much. I’m so glad you made it back to us safely. Which reminds me.” Harry reached in his pocket and pulled out Hermione's engagement ring. “Among other things, you left this behind when the portkey activated. Would you like it back?”
Hermione reached out for the ring and then just held it tightly in her hand as she looked tenderly at Harry. “Are you sure?” The words caught in her throat. “Perhaps we should postpone the marriage until we find out what happened during that missing week, for all we know every Death Eater in Western Europe may have had his way with me.”
Because, of course, that would make her unclean and unfit for marriage.
I HATE THIS FUCKING FIC.
Also, apparently all Death Eaters are rapists because this is Dark!Edgy!Potterverse. To quote this excellent article, which is about rape in comics but can be applied generally to any medium:
Take a good look at your story. Why do you think a rape is what you need for it to progress? Is there something else that could fill the same function? Unless you have a damn good reason to include rape in a story, you probably shouldn't.
Deserving is understandable. It's about the consequences of people being impregnated against their will, and rape is inherent in the concept. (The way it subsequently drifts into "Rape Is Love" territory isn't forgivable, of course.) This, on the other hand, is gratuitous rape thrown in for no better reason than to manipulate the reader into booing the villains more.
Harry shivered at the thought of his Mione suffering in such a way and the knot in his stomach drew tighter. “Hermione, the thought of anyone touching you or doing anything like that to you against your wishes sickens me, but it would never cause me to love you less. Please believe me when I say that nothing, absolutely nothing that could have happened would change the way I feel about you.
“Mione, you are my life. You complete me. Without you I am just a mass of flesh going through life existing. You give my life purpose. You are my life. My everything.”
Hermione’s moist brown eyes focused on Harry as a smile came to her face. “Can I assume that means you still love me and want to marry me?”
It's all about how he feels, of course. Now "Mione" is traumatised and fears that she might have been raped, so what she really needs is a shag. This is a cliché I hate with the blazing fire of a thousand suns, provided the "sun" in question is VY Canis Majoris, and one I'm not at all surprised to find in Hogwarts Exposed.
After all this time apart, one might have anticipated clothes to be thrown hither and yon
In this fic, one might have anticipated it anyway.
They both seemed intent on this being a deliberate sweet affectionate reunion.
Which is why the ensuing sex scene is so blandly generic it's hard even to spork. No alabaster bottoms, delicious appendages or declarations of hate that the other party has a cock here.
Hermione stretched her arms above her head as Harry slipped the bra off easily. At first he just stared at her, but then said, “My god, you’re beautiful.” Those words still caused her to blush even after all the times they had been together. Hermione had always thought she was nothing special, but Harry had a way of making her feel like a goddess. His hands touched one breast and then the other, first tenderly cupping them and then gently ever so gently caressing them. Harry always treated her as if she were a fragile piece of art that would break if mishandled. He leaned close, first giving a lick, then a kiss and finally delicately sucking on each breast.
“I love you,” she said as she sat up. “Why am I always the one that’s topless?”
“Because you’re the one with the gorgeous chest,” Harry answered with a smile.
We expect severe author appeal surging in from the west.
Hermione felt his arousal nudging against her leg.
You have to be careful of those abstract nouns. They nudge you when you least expect it.
Harry feared that her touch alone would be enough to cause him to peak. Hermione slid down the bed his every inch of his body until finally she took him in her mouth.
When she was younger she had never thought she would be able to do this to anyone. He had never asked her, nor had she every asked him to do her. Knowing that it would give pleasure to the other was reason enough for both of them.
How obvious a POV shift is depends on how intense the scene is, because the more so the more jarring it is when you're suddenly seeing it from another character's perspective. With this in mind, sex scenes are among the very worst possible places to switch POV.
Harry’s hands clutched the sheets as she performed her own wandless magic.
Sounds like there's very much a "wand" involved.
Suddenly he was sitting astride her as their lips once again touched. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. One of Harry’s hands slid down her stomach and caressed her most sensitive place once again as she parted her legs to grant him easy access.
She's the low floor model.
“Mione, I love you. I thank God you found your way back to me. Without you I could never be whole.”
“Harry, you are my one and only love. I could never feel this way about any other man.”
What a clearly rehearsed and still generic exchange of dialogue.
The rapture had built inside her
“I have a better idea. Let's take a speedy shower together and I’ll go with you. It’s been ages since I visited the elves.” All of a sudden Hermione had a thought. She trembled, as she said to Harry, “Before we shower, will you stand in front of the mirror with me? I want to show you something.”
Ah yes, the Mirror of Ytidun.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter. You are indeed a great part of Miss Granger’s reflected past. If a person stands before me, I can either reflect their current appearance or I can reflect a memory of their past. If you would stand together, I think I have a memory you will enjoy seeing.”
Harry and Hermione held each other tightly as their reflection dissolved and was replaced by two fifteen year olds making love in the Gryffindor girls’ dorm.
This was written before we knew about the security measures, but the author does seem to forget that the girls' dorm holds more than one girl. Despite it being the girls' dorm, not the girl's dorm.
Harry watched in amazement. “Hermione, it's us. Is that our first time?”
Hermione didn’t know why, but she blushed. “Yes. I forgot to tell you that the mirror would only reflect the present or past in our present state of coverage.”
Which logically means there's no real significance to the fact that it shows people nude, yet everyone comes to the conclusion that it's telling them to become nudists.
“You’re probably right. It’s just that--. Harry we all looked so happy. I want that future. Somehow it has to be possible.” Hermione suddenly blushed. “Harry, there is something else that ‘s bothering me. Did you notice anything different about me?”
It was Harry’s turn to turn red. “Yes, you had no pubic hair.”
“Harry, all the reflected futures that I want show me like that. Please give me an honest answer. Would you prefer me with or without?”
Harry felt as if he was trapped. Was this a trick question that he would regret answering either way? He realized it was impossible for him to lie to Hermione. “I think most guys would prefer a girl to be smooth there, just like they like girls to shave their legs and underarms.
I don't want to speculate as to why the author has this particular preference. I really don't.
It was Professor Granger’s second day back on the job and she loved every bit of it. The memory or rather lack of memory surrounding her kidnapping still bothered her, but so many good things were happening that the concern had at least for the time being been pushed aside.
The author sets up the trauma of possibly having been raped and resolves it with a shag and I hate this fic.
Harry, Caitlin and herself had been invited to dinner at Sam and Ron’s place on Sunday. Ron had given up his flat a few weeks earlier at Sam’s suggestion and moved in with her and Timmy.
Timmy, in all probability, had the most enjoyable evening of his life. From the moment they walked in the door it seemed that Caitlin and Harry were vying to play with the little guy. Hermione choked back tears as she watched Harry with the little boy. Had she possibly lost her only chance at giving Harry a son? Sam seemed to read her mind and started questioning her about being an Animagus in order to get her mind on another subject.
Just prior to eating, Timmy made a discovery, one that for a time caused Caitlin a bit of embarrassment. Caitlin had worn a blouse and short skirt. Obviously little Timmy must have noticed something as they were playing because he went over and lifted her skirt up as he shouted, “Look, Caydin doesn’t have no pants.”
What. The. Fuck.
Caitlin wasn’t embarrassed to be exposed, but she blushed at the fact a little boy was lifting her skirt. Despite the fact that Sam admonished Timmy, he persisted in lifting Caitlin’s skirt. “Caydin doesn’t have a pee pee.”
I just... what. This is the creepiest toddler in the history of fanfic. He makes the Deserving sprogs look normal.
Finally, the third time he lifted Caitlin’s skirt; Sam slapped his hands and made him go sit in the corner. As he sat there balling,
Which, in this context, is the worst typo ever.
Caitlin felt extremely bad.
Truly stellar description, I must say.
Sam went over and put her arm around Caitlin’s shoulder. “I forgot about you being a nudist and not wearing knickers. I know you don’t know Ron and I that well, but I have no problem with you being naked here if you desire.”
What happened next amazed all three adults in the room. Timmy started to take off his clothes. “Me no clothes, too,” he said.
Hermione was astounded that instead of Sam stopping little Timmy, she went over and helped him get out of the balance of his clothes. In a few minutes, Timmy had run off to play with Caitlin again only this time they were both naked.
What.
Hermione and Harry both looked at Sam in astonishment as she said. “I’m not a nudist, but as I told you my best friend at school was. I agree with a lot of their beliefs. I think it’s healthy for children to see others naked. There is nothing dirty about being naked. There are just unclean minds.”
One of whom wrote this fic.
Hermione watched as Caitlin and Timmy played together. Sam is right. They are innocent. If only they could stay that way. Then she thought of Jamie and the fact that somehow she had done just that.
Yay Sue!
Just then Ron who had been in the kitchen getting drinks, returned. He almost dropped the tray he was carrying when he saw Caitlin giving Timmy a piggyback ride, both of them naked. His faced turned red, but before he could say anything Timmy ran over to him.
“Daddy, Caydin has a gina and I have a pemis. That’s what makes her a girl and me a big boy.
Wait, what? When did this happen? Who gave The Talk™ to a toddler, because I'm sure I'd have noticed if it had happened? Is he just psychic?
“Nothing earth shattering,” Sam answered. “Ron and I have a difference of opinion when it comes to nudity and what children should or shouldn’t see. I like to wear little or nothing around the apartment and although Ronnie personally seems to like it, he feels I’s wrong that Timmy sees me naked. I’ve been trying to convince him that nudity itself is not dirty, its people’s minds that make it dirty. Caitlin and Timmy just proved how natural and innocent it is for children, because they don’t equate it with sex.
You, meanwhile, do for all you protest otherwise. Because if you truly believed nudity to have nothing to do with sex, you wouldn't keep bringing nudity up in connection with sex.
Hermione wondered if that was her problem. Did she see nakedness as dirty? There was nothing dirty about Timmy and Caitlin. Why when you became an adult did nudity suddenly become dirty? Maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was only people’s minds that made it seem that way.
Oh, put that soapbox away.
“Hermione, I know you’ve just gotten back to work and under different circumstances I’d have someone else handle this, but I don’t imagine you would like it that way. Please come with me. Harry, perhaps you will be good enough to join us?”
Hermione and Harry gave each other questioning glances as the Headmaster led them to a room adjoining the Great Hall. Upon entering, he indicated for them to take a seat.
Severus had a grave look on his face as his he took a seat across from Harry and Hermione. He took a deep sigh before speaking. “I’m afraid there has been a tragic accident. Hermione, it concerns a Gryffindor student; therefore I thought you might want to handle it.” Severus hesitated as if not wanting to tell Hermione what had occurred. “Jamie Zacherley’s parents were killed this morning by a drunken muggle driver as they crossed a street near their home.”
Yay diabolus ex machina!
“Noooo!” Was the only response Hermione could get out before she broke into tears; Harry quickly moved to comfort her.
The big NOOOO! is one of those tropes that has its uses, but this really isn't one of them. We'd really need a proper connection to have been established between Hermione and Jamie's parents as well as Jamie herself for this reaction to work. As it is, it looks overwrought and melodramatic. No change there then.
Continued...
After a short time Caitlin was scrubbed and ready to start the day. “We get visitors today,” she practically shouted excitedly to Hermione as she sat on the edge on the bed.
Hermione just smiled at the little girl. She loved her so much and she was overwhelmed to realize how much Caitlin loved her. This little girl almost died in order to save her life.
Continuity alert: what Caitlin was doing was earlier on established as completely involuntary and reflecting rather than absorbing Hermione's injuries.
“Yes, are you going to put on a hospital gown?”
“Must I Mum? You know how I hate clothes and those things are worse than clothes.”
Yes, you've only been wearing them most of your life so far. That kind of attitude I could see more from lifelong nudist Jamie, but to be fairer than this fic deserves Caitlin could have a touch of the zeal of the recent convert. I couldn't say for certain because the characterisation is so patchy in this fic.
Caitlin quickly obeyed, anything to avoid clothes. She lay on her side reading while waiting for the elf to come with breakfast.
It was only a few minutes before she heard a pop and the elf sat her breakfast on her bed table and then after placing Hermione’s on her table he was gone with another pop.
The Hogwarts house-elves don't show themselves in this way. Harry didn't find out about them until his fourth year despite spending an inordinate amount of time in the hospital wing in the previous books.
Caitlin pushed her pillow aside and sat up allowing the covers to fall to her waist as she pulled the table nearer.
Hermione nervously looked at the time and thought to herself that there was no problem. It was only six-thirty. Caitlin would surely be done and fully covered before they received any visitors.
ITT nudity angst. It all looks ridiculously trivial next to life-and-death situations, because of the author's trouble with modulating the tone of his narrative. Or a notion that the issues facing nudists are in fact as important as the fate of the wizarding world. I don't know which would be worse. Because narrative convention demands that she's going to get a visit now, enter Matt and Randy and once again I'm reminded that no adolescent boy in Britain in the 2000s would ever willingly go by "Randy".
They each gave her little kiss on the cheek and then went to sit at the foot end of the bed, one on either side. Hermione noticed that Randy was holding something behind his back. Matt gave him a signal and he revealed a beautiful bunch of flowers. “These are from both of us,” Randy said as he handed the flowers to Caitlin.
“They’re beautiful guys.
The flowers are beautiful guys? Is this some kind of magical plant?
Hermione wanted to shout don’t, but it was too late, Caitlin was already out of bed walking naked toward the bathroom. What was most amazing was that neither boy was drooling. They had most certainly watched Caitlin slip out of bed and even watched her parade to the bath, but then they had both turned back toward Hermione as Matt said. “Your daughter is amazing. I could never be like her.”
“Me, too,” said Randy. I’m embarrassed to let one of the other guys see me without clothes. I’d die if a girl saw me. Caitlin’s so different from other girls.”
“She is special, both her and Jamie. You can’t not like them and its not because they’re nudists, its because their so caring, so nice.” Matt added.
Because they're Sues.
Hermione was lost for words. Was it possible that these two eleven-year-old boys actually saw beyond Caitlin's nudity? Caitlin returned with the flowers in a vase and carried them to her mother’s bed. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
Hermione answered, “Yes.” She wanted to say more, but held her words.
Instead of getting back under the covers, Caitlin jumped on top of the bed and crossed her legs Indian style to be comfortable.
The three sat talking about what had happened in school the last few weeks. It was obvious the boys were nervous, but that seemed to be much more because there was a Professor listening than that Caitlin was naked.
Is Caitlin naked in this scene? I must have missed that.
Caitlin looked at her mum nervously. “Are you going to yell at me?”
“Is there a reason I should?”
“Yes. I purposely exposed myself to Matt and Randy. I could have left one of them get water for the flower, but I wanted to prove something to you.”
“And that something was what?”
“That not all boys are little perverts that gawk and grope girls. Neither of them would ever touch me against my will. I agree with what you said about the common room. Some guys probably only wanted Jamie and I naked because they wanted to stare and if they got a chance touch us. They’re not all like that. Matt and Randy are special.”
I guess Randy isn't living up to his name. They'd be Gary Stus if they had even that bare minimum of characterisation. Also: get off your fucking soapbox.
“Mione, would you like me to get the elves to bring dinner to our room so you don’t have to walk down to the Grand Hall?” Harry inquired.
“Harry, please stop fussing over me. I want to eat dinner in the Great Hall with everyone else. Madam Pomfrey has given me the okay to resume normal activity”
So Hermione (sorry, "Mione") is okay with house-elves now?
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I missed you very much. I’m so glad you made it back to us safely. Which reminds me.” Harry reached in his pocket and pulled out Hermione's engagement ring. “Among other things, you left this behind when the portkey activated. Would you like it back?”
Hermione reached out for the ring and then just held it tightly in her hand as she looked tenderly at Harry. “Are you sure?” The words caught in her throat. “Perhaps we should postpone the marriage until we find out what happened during that missing week, for all we know every Death Eater in Western Europe may have had his way with me.”
Because, of course, that would make her unclean and unfit for marriage.
I HATE THIS FUCKING FIC.
Also, apparently all Death Eaters are rapists because this is Dark!Edgy!Potterverse. To quote this excellent article, which is about rape in comics but can be applied generally to any medium:
Take a good look at your story. Why do you think a rape is what you need for it to progress? Is there something else that could fill the same function? Unless you have a damn good reason to include rape in a story, you probably shouldn't.
Deserving is understandable. It's about the consequences of people being impregnated against their will, and rape is inherent in the concept. (The way it subsequently drifts into "Rape Is Love" territory isn't forgivable, of course.) This, on the other hand, is gratuitous rape thrown in for no better reason than to manipulate the reader into booing the villains more.
Harry shivered at the thought of his Mione suffering in such a way and the knot in his stomach drew tighter. “Hermione, the thought of anyone touching you or doing anything like that to you against your wishes sickens me, but it would never cause me to love you less. Please believe me when I say that nothing, absolutely nothing that could have happened would change the way I feel about you.
“Mione, you are my life. You complete me. Without you I am just a mass of flesh going through life existing. You give my life purpose. You are my life. My everything.”
Hermione’s moist brown eyes focused on Harry as a smile came to her face. “Can I assume that means you still love me and want to marry me?”
It's all about how he feels, of course. Now "Mione" is traumatised and fears that she might have been raped, so what she really needs is a shag. This is a cliché I hate with the blazing fire of a thousand suns, provided the "sun" in question is VY Canis Majoris, and one I'm not at all surprised to find in Hogwarts Exposed.
After all this time apart, one might have anticipated clothes to be thrown hither and yon
In this fic, one might have anticipated it anyway.
They both seemed intent on this being a deliberate sweet affectionate reunion.
Which is why the ensuing sex scene is so blandly generic it's hard even to spork. No alabaster bottoms, delicious appendages or declarations of hate that the other party has a cock here.
Hermione stretched her arms above her head as Harry slipped the bra off easily. At first he just stared at her, but then said, “My god, you’re beautiful.” Those words still caused her to blush even after all the times they had been together. Hermione had always thought she was nothing special, but Harry had a way of making her feel like a goddess. His hands touched one breast and then the other, first tenderly cupping them and then gently ever so gently caressing them. Harry always treated her as if she were a fragile piece of art that would break if mishandled. He leaned close, first giving a lick, then a kiss and finally delicately sucking on each breast.
“I love you,” she said as she sat up. “Why am I always the one that’s topless?”
“Because you’re the one with the gorgeous chest,” Harry answered with a smile.
We expect severe author appeal surging in from the west.
Hermione felt his arousal nudging against her leg.
You have to be careful of those abstract nouns. They nudge you when you least expect it.
Harry feared that her touch alone would be enough to cause him to peak. Hermione slid down the bed his every inch of his body until finally she took him in her mouth.
When she was younger she had never thought she would be able to do this to anyone. He had never asked her, nor had she every asked him to do her. Knowing that it would give pleasure to the other was reason enough for both of them.
How obvious a POV shift is depends on how intense the scene is, because the more so the more jarring it is when you're suddenly seeing it from another character's perspective. With this in mind, sex scenes are among the very worst possible places to switch POV.
Harry’s hands clutched the sheets as she performed her own wandless magic.
Sounds like there's very much a "wand" involved.
Suddenly he was sitting astride her as their lips once again touched. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. One of Harry’s hands slid down her stomach and caressed her most sensitive place once again as she parted her legs to grant him easy access.
She's the low floor model.
“Mione, I love you. I thank God you found your way back to me. Without you I could never be whole.”
“Harry, you are my one and only love. I could never feel this way about any other man.”
What a clearly rehearsed and still generic exchange of dialogue.
The rapture had built inside her
“I have a better idea. Let's take a speedy shower together and I’ll go with you. It’s been ages since I visited the elves.” All of a sudden Hermione had a thought. She trembled, as she said to Harry, “Before we shower, will you stand in front of the mirror with me? I want to show you something.”
Ah yes, the Mirror of Ytidun.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter. You are indeed a great part of Miss Granger’s reflected past. If a person stands before me, I can either reflect their current appearance or I can reflect a memory of their past. If you would stand together, I think I have a memory you will enjoy seeing.”
Harry and Hermione held each other tightly as their reflection dissolved and was replaced by two fifteen year olds making love in the Gryffindor girls’ dorm.
This was written before we knew about the security measures, but the author does seem to forget that the girls' dorm holds more than one girl. Despite it being the girls' dorm, not the girl's dorm.
Harry watched in amazement. “Hermione, it's us. Is that our first time?”
Hermione didn’t know why, but she blushed. “Yes. I forgot to tell you that the mirror would only reflect the present or past in our present state of coverage.”
Which logically means there's no real significance to the fact that it shows people nude, yet everyone comes to the conclusion that it's telling them to become nudists.
“You’re probably right. It’s just that--. Harry we all looked so happy. I want that future. Somehow it has to be possible.” Hermione suddenly blushed. “Harry, there is something else that ‘s bothering me. Did you notice anything different about me?”
It was Harry’s turn to turn red. “Yes, you had no pubic hair.”
“Harry, all the reflected futures that I want show me like that. Please give me an honest answer. Would you prefer me with or without?”
Harry felt as if he was trapped. Was this a trick question that he would regret answering either way? He realized it was impossible for him to lie to Hermione. “I think most guys would prefer a girl to be smooth there, just like they like girls to shave their legs and underarms.
I don't want to speculate as to why the author has this particular preference. I really don't.
It was Professor Granger’s second day back on the job and she loved every bit of it. The memory or rather lack of memory surrounding her kidnapping still bothered her, but so many good things were happening that the concern had at least for the time being been pushed aside.
The author sets up the trauma of possibly having been raped and resolves it with a shag and I hate this fic.
Harry, Caitlin and herself had been invited to dinner at Sam and Ron’s place on Sunday. Ron had given up his flat a few weeks earlier at Sam’s suggestion and moved in with her and Timmy.
Timmy, in all probability, had the most enjoyable evening of his life. From the moment they walked in the door it seemed that Caitlin and Harry were vying to play with the little guy. Hermione choked back tears as she watched Harry with the little boy. Had she possibly lost her only chance at giving Harry a son? Sam seemed to read her mind and started questioning her about being an Animagus in order to get her mind on another subject.
Just prior to eating, Timmy made a discovery, one that for a time caused Caitlin a bit of embarrassment. Caitlin had worn a blouse and short skirt. Obviously little Timmy must have noticed something as they were playing because he went over and lifted her skirt up as he shouted, “Look, Caydin doesn’t have no pants.”
What. The. Fuck.
Caitlin wasn’t embarrassed to be exposed, but she blushed at the fact a little boy was lifting her skirt. Despite the fact that Sam admonished Timmy, he persisted in lifting Caitlin’s skirt. “Caydin doesn’t have a pee pee.”
I just... what. This is the creepiest toddler in the history of fanfic. He makes the Deserving sprogs look normal.
Finally, the third time he lifted Caitlin’s skirt; Sam slapped his hands and made him go sit in the corner. As he sat there balling,
Which, in this context, is the worst typo ever.
Caitlin felt extremely bad.
Truly stellar description, I must say.
Sam went over and put her arm around Caitlin’s shoulder. “I forgot about you being a nudist and not wearing knickers. I know you don’t know Ron and I that well, but I have no problem with you being naked here if you desire.”
What happened next amazed all three adults in the room. Timmy started to take off his clothes. “Me no clothes, too,” he said.
Hermione was astounded that instead of Sam stopping little Timmy, she went over and helped him get out of the balance of his clothes. In a few minutes, Timmy had run off to play with Caitlin again only this time they were both naked.
What.
Hermione and Harry both looked at Sam in astonishment as she said. “I’m not a nudist, but as I told you my best friend at school was. I agree with a lot of their beliefs. I think it’s healthy for children to see others naked. There is nothing dirty about being naked. There are just unclean minds.”
One of whom wrote this fic.
Hermione watched as Caitlin and Timmy played together. Sam is right. They are innocent. If only they could stay that way. Then she thought of Jamie and the fact that somehow she had done just that.
Yay Sue!
Just then Ron who had been in the kitchen getting drinks, returned. He almost dropped the tray he was carrying when he saw Caitlin giving Timmy a piggyback ride, both of them naked. His faced turned red, but before he could say anything Timmy ran over to him.
“Daddy, Caydin has a gina and I have a pemis. That’s what makes her a girl and me a big boy.
Wait, what? When did this happen? Who gave The Talk™ to a toddler, because I'm sure I'd have noticed if it had happened? Is he just psychic?
“Nothing earth shattering,” Sam answered. “Ron and I have a difference of opinion when it comes to nudity and what children should or shouldn’t see. I like to wear little or nothing around the apartment and although Ronnie personally seems to like it, he feels I’s wrong that Timmy sees me naked. I’ve been trying to convince him that nudity itself is not dirty, its people’s minds that make it dirty. Caitlin and Timmy just proved how natural and innocent it is for children, because they don’t equate it with sex.
You, meanwhile, do for all you protest otherwise. Because if you truly believed nudity to have nothing to do with sex, you wouldn't keep bringing nudity up in connection with sex.
Hermione wondered if that was her problem. Did she see nakedness as dirty? There was nothing dirty about Timmy and Caitlin. Why when you became an adult did nudity suddenly become dirty? Maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was only people’s minds that made it seem that way.
Oh, put that soapbox away.
“Hermione, I know you’ve just gotten back to work and under different circumstances I’d have someone else handle this, but I don’t imagine you would like it that way. Please come with me. Harry, perhaps you will be good enough to join us?”
Hermione and Harry gave each other questioning glances as the Headmaster led them to a room adjoining the Great Hall. Upon entering, he indicated for them to take a seat.
Severus had a grave look on his face as his he took a seat across from Harry and Hermione. He took a deep sigh before speaking. “I’m afraid there has been a tragic accident. Hermione, it concerns a Gryffindor student; therefore I thought you might want to handle it.” Severus hesitated as if not wanting to tell Hermione what had occurred. “Jamie Zacherley’s parents were killed this morning by a drunken muggle driver as they crossed a street near their home.”
Yay diabolus ex machina!
“Noooo!” Was the only response Hermione could get out before she broke into tears; Harry quickly moved to comfort her.
The big NOOOO! is one of those tropes that has its uses, but this really isn't one of them. We'd really need a proper connection to have been established between Hermione and Jamie's parents as well as Jamie herself for this reaction to work. As it is, it looks overwrought and melodramatic. No change there then.
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