Ginny Weasley
October 31st 1998
7th Year
Ginny was dressed in her best robes as she sat on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle flew around her head giggling with excitement.
"Shush Myrtle, you're going to make me mess up this spell then all this preparation will be for nothing!"
Ginny leaned forward and lit the four black candles she had set up in the elaborately carved ritual circle. It was almost sunset, she had to start the spell exactly at twilight for it to work. She cast the tempus charm, almost time.
She practically vibrated with excitement as she anxiously watched the timer her wand had set count down.
Her boyfriend and love of her life Harry Potter was coming to the Halloween celebration after months of begging on her part and maneuvering the approval of Headmistress McGonagall. Harry, along with her brother Ron had joined the Aurors almost immediately after the war. She had barely seen Harry at all in months, although he always wrote her lovely letters.
He refused to take their relationship to the next step until she was out of Hogwarts. To Harry it didn't matter that she wanted him desperately or that she was of legal age, he decided and that was that.
So Ginny had come up with the most elaborate, genius idea she could think of, worthy of her prankster older brother.
Harry for very obvious reasons really disliked the Hogwarts Halloween celebration- invariably while he had been at school something terrible had happened on that day.
But this time she would change all that for him, and give him a memory he would never ever forget. She was going to cast a spell that allowed Myrtle to possess Draco Malfoy.
She giggled to herself imagining it. Harry would come, be blown away by how good she looked in her dress, see Malfoy make an absolute git of himself while possessed by Myrtle, then they would go somewhere private and snog … and other things. She shivered thinking of Harry touching her finally.
Her wand vibrated as the time hit.
She took a deep breath.
I Spiritus Vocant
Veni Ad Me
Audite Me
Prompti Sumus
Tu Quod Vis
There was a rush of wind and the room briefly darkened, the candles flickered but did not go out. Did it work?
"Myrtle?" Ginny looked around but didn't see her. Maybe she had already found Draco? She giggled to herself blew out the candles and ran out of the girls' bathroom.
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The spirits all around the castle and its grounds shuddered as the wave of the spell enveloped them and whispered to them. The bodies inside Hogwarts were willing hosts to any spirit wanting to be in the flesh again, for one Halloween night.
Two such spirits wrapped around each other as they moved wordlessly excited, only the slight fluttering of the banners hanging in the hallways of the school betraying their passage.
Emma and Jack did not have the presence of Nearly Headless Nick, they were mere shadows in the living realm and silently invisibly raced through the castle, looking for a pair of lovers to possess, because for what they had in mind – only lovers would do.
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As twilight passed Harry Potter and Ron Weasley entered the great hall, somewhat cautiously. Harry had insisted to Ron they wear their Auror robes, to remind themselves they were not free to act as they wanted. They were not students here, even if their respective witches were. Honestly, Harry regretted allowing Ginny to guilt him into coming, Halloween would never be a holiday he looked forward to or wanted to celebrate. The candles floated and the students danced, drank, and ate in revelry. Harry looked around for a familiar face in the crowd but he was spotted first.
He felt a small body smack into his, arms wrapping around him, curly hair brushing his chin. Hermione. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet as she giggled.
She framed his face with her hands looking into his eyes with her feet off the ground. "I've missed you so much, Harry Potter! You are an absolutely terrible letter writer!"
"Hermione! I missed you more just a second ago before you got after me." He smiled teasingly. She smacked his shoulder.
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Emma and Jack hovered above the couple for a moment, observing the look in their eyes. There. The spirits wrapped around each other before separating and shooting into the curly-haired girl being lifted by the messy black-haired boy that was her lover.
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Emma
Emma (Hermione) trembled as she settled into her body, and she felt Jack (Harry) stumble back.
"Woah." She looked around the hall, it was so bright and vivid compared to what she was used to feeling. But her attention almost immediately went back to Jack(Harry). She inspected him, he was fairly taller than her new body, with lovely green eyes, a straight nose, and narrow cheekbones. He looked very handsome in his uniform robes. An Auror. Sexy.
They smiled at each other slowly, unbearably excited. Jack let her slide slowly down his body, his hands coming up to play with her curly hair.
"Maybe you should have been an Auror, love. I do love the law enforcement look." Emma played teasingly with the lapel of his robes.
There was a loud throat clearing next to them that drew their attention to the side where a very tall young red-haired man looked a bit put out.
"Hermione?" He said looking at her bewilderedly reaching for her. Jack was quicker on his feet than her, tugging her slightly behind him as he turned to talk to the other man.
"Can I help you, mate?" Emma barely paid attention to the exchange. Ermine? What a perfectly horrid name. She fluffed her curls, and she was so cute too.
"Harry! I've got a surprise!" A young red-haired girl approached her, reaching past her shoulder to try to tap on Jack. Emma caught her hand lightning quick, stopping her before she touched Jack, pushing her hand back firmly.
"Hermione? What are you doing?" The girl looked at her in confusion. Ah, Hermione. Still… There were so much cuter names … Like Emma. She almost giggled to herself but managed to stop when she noticed the other girl was staring at her quite intently.
"Em-er… Ermine, we should go check on that thing." Jack started tugging her away from the weird red-headed duo who seemed to know the people they occupied.
"Hermione." She muttered to him. He didn't pay attention as he tugged her hand. If there hadn't been a very fortunate distraction for them, she didn't think they would have escaped.
The red-haired duo were mirroring each other quite unfavorably with hanging mouths and seemed about to rush her and Jack when there was a loud ruckus on the other side of the hall and everyone turned.
"Oh Merlin, I am so fit. Look at this." A tall rather pointy young blond man had climbed on top of one of the tables. He had shed his robes and was busily pulling up his shirt to inspect his belly button, smacking it for emphasis.
"For Merlin's sake Malfoy! Get. Down. This. Instant!" An older woman with a large pointy hat and bright red robes pointed her wand at him.
If Emma squinted just right, she could see Myrtle gleefully knocking about in the young man's body. Yech.
Jack leaned to whisper urgently in her ear. "Not our problem, love. We've got to escape these gingers and we've only got until dawn which isn't nearly long enough for all the fun I have planned."
Jack yanked her quickly out into the hallway, and they ran through the school until the noise from the party was completely gone and there was only the pounding echo of their footsteps.
Jack headed unerringly towards the room of requirement, walking back and forth until the door appeared. He yanked it open and pulled her in, shutting it behind them with a very definitive thump.
In the middle of the room was a truly outrageously large bed. Emma laughed in delight, running towards it and jumping on it.
"Jack you are truly perverted! Who needs a bed this large!" Her laughter was uncontrollable, it felt so exciting to even laugh and feel the vibrations through her body.
"Emma my love, we need every inch of it." He yanked off his robes, pulling at his shirt, and chucking off his pants. He climbed onto the bed moving closer to her in a stalking manner that made her giggle but also excited. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, yanking on her clothes until she was as naked as him.
Her giggles cut off when he pulled her under him, his muscular body pressing her into the mattress. She stared into his green eyes, looking deep, seeing him. Seeing Jack above her.
The moment stilled and became solemn as the laughter left both of them suddenly. He stroked her curly brown hair, softly brushing it back from her face. Leaning forward to kiss her chastely on the lips.
I love you.
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November 1st 1998
Hermione
Hermione woke up by slow degrees, trying to cling to sleep. Normally she popped right up, but she was so warm and comfortable, she tightened her hands around her pillow… Her pillow felt quite a bit firmer than it normally did.
Sensations slowly filtered in, such as the slightly hairy warm skin under her cheek. She sat straight up, looked over, and screamed. Harry, with his seeker quick reflexes, jumped up like a jack in the box, standing naked on the bed with his hands out as if he was going to wrestle someone.
Which put his privates just about at her eye level. She smacked a hand over her eyes, but couldn't stop the totally inappropriate thought that Witch Weekly was absolutely right, he was absolutely fanciable all over.
She kept her eyes covered as she felt him shift and the bed covers moved with him and she had the mortifying realization that she was also naked. She yanked hard at the sheet trying to pull it over her without uncovering her eyes.
"Hermione?" His voice was a disbelieving whisper. Once completely under the covers, she cautiously opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was her own privates… and her thighs. Which were sticky. Her emotions, her brain, and her magic all disconnected from each other as she stared down into her lap. Only dim light filtered through the white sheet she had thrown over her head, but the evidence of what they had done together was plainly visible. She could hear Harry trying to talk to her, but she couldn't understand him over the buzzing in her ears. There was a large crack and the bed split in half, throwing them each off to the side, her to the right and him off to the left. Her magic bucked again, driven by her distress, and the bed cracked again, the wood being reduced to kindling.
She didn't know how long she sat there under a sheet on the floor next to the pieces of the bed when she became aware of arms around her and someone was rocking her back and forth.
"It's okay, Hermione. It will be okay, I promise. Don't cry, Hermione, please. I'm so sorry. Please, please say something."
Harry.
Oh Merlin, what had they done? The last thing she remembered was hugging him when he arrived at the party. She hugged him back now, still naked under the sheet, and her mind decided to reconnect finally and provided an image of what she must look like. A crazy person with a sheet over her, hugging her best friend. She gave a watery laugh. Great now she was really crazy.
Harry was still rocking her and patting her back. "Hermione? Can you talk to me? What are you thinking?"
She sniffled. "I think I need to get out from under this sheet and find my clothes."
"I've got them for you." His hand moved slightly under the sheet to push a bundle of clothes at her, including her wand. She pointed it at herself getting rid of the evidence of their night together and awkwardly got undressed under the white sheet.
She couldn't look at him, her eyes looking around the room, the room of requirement she realized after a moment. Her gaze passed the broken bed and she looked away quickly from there also staring at her feet.
Harry reached out and cupped her chin tilting her head higher to meet his eyes, and his touch didn't feel the same to her, instead of feeling comforting her nerve endings were all shouting "He's touching me!"
She jerked her face back, seeing the hurt on his face from the movement but couldn't control it.
"We should um… we should go. Find out what happened." She marched past him determinedly opening the door and walking out not looking to see if followed, but sure he would.
She headed to her rooms first, as head girl she had her own private quarters that were connected by a common room to the head boy's room. This decision turned out to be a mistake because Ginny and Ron were in the room waiting for them on the couch, and both looked extremely upset and jumped up when they walked in.
Ginny spoke first, her face was red and splotchy tear tracks. "I am so so sorry! I didn't know that would happen! It was supposed to be a joke! I thought we would all laugh about it and it would be funny!"
Hermione stopped staring at her, what was her fault? Harry came to a stop behind her, and she could feel his robes brush her back lightly and she had to consciously control her impulse to lean back against him.
"What do you mean Ginny?" Harry's voice was quiet when he asked, she couldn't tell what he was feeling.
Ginny opened her mouth but shut it again without saying a word. Ron shifted next to her, his hair sticking up badly, he looked like he hadn't slept all night. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand looking at her first then shifting to Harry.
Ron cleared his throat. "I spoke to McGonagall and Flitwick after I lost you two in the confusion. From what we gather Ginny was able to cast quite a powerful ritual with Myrtle's help that allowed Myrtle to possess Draco Malfoy's body. Ginny was under the impression the spell would only allow a singular possession, but it was an open invitation to any spirit that wanted to be corporeal for Halloween night. Malfoy got the majority of the attention because ah… Myrtle um…"
Ron trailed off awkwardly, and Ginny pulled herself together enough to continue. "Myrtle had him start jacking himself off in front of everyone! McGonagall had to stun him when she started to actually pull it out of his pants!" An unbidden giggle escaped her and all three of them stared at her.
Ron shook his head at Ginny. "While everyone is kind of focused on Malfoy right now, poor bastard, there were um other people who were possessed. McGonagall is trying to get information on anyone who acted out of character or who may not remember the events of last night."
Ron looked pointedly at them. Hermione opened her mouth, not quite sure what she would say when the fireplace crackled to life with a floo call.
It was Gawain Robards, head of the Aurors, Ron and Harry immediately walked over to have a quiet discussion. Hermione couldn't hear what they discussed but he did hear that they needed to leave immediately, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Hermione wanted to be alone to think about what she needed to do next. She avoided both Harry and Ron's pointed attempts to get her attention, wishing them well and telling them to stay safe.
She hugged Ron goodbye and ignored his muttered, "Are you going to tell me what happened?"
Then turned to Harry and hugged him goodbye and ignored his muttered, "We need to talk about what happened."
Then she walked quickly to her room, leaving Ron, Harry, and Ginny staring after her. Hermione locked the door, cast a locking charm, cast a silencing charm then leaned back against the door and slowly slid down the floor, landing on her butt with a thump.
She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes, trying to think of what the was the right action to take when she shagged your best friend while possessed. When you woke up from said possession and all you could think about was wow, said best friend was really hot. When her body seemed inclined to react really inappropriately to said best friends' proximity at every opportunity.
Thank Merlin, Harry was leaving. Hermione just needed to get back to normal, she would pretend this never happened.
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December 2, 1998
Hermione Granger
Hermione was laying on her back on a huge bed, the sheets were cool against her skin, but she could feel the hot press of Harry's body over hers.
His lips were soft against hers as he kissed her gently, pulling back to look into her eyes. "I love you."
She smiled at him and dragged her nails lightly up his back, feeling his muscles. Auror training had given even more definition to his body, which had already been fit from his quidditch playing and his love of broom riding.
He shuddered and the green of his eyes deepened with arousal. Harry was determined to go slow though and dragged his lips along her jawline, stopping at her neck to taste her skin, his tongue causing her to shiver.
Hermione wiggled under him, pushing up her hips, trying to make him go faster. He reached down to hold her hips still, his hands hot against her skin. "Be a good girl, hold still for me."
His whispered words against her skin made goosebumps rise. He was such a tease, she was already so wet. He continued kissing her skin, drifting lower slowly, enjoying the feel of her body under his. Hermione sucked in her breath sharply when his mouth closed, around her nipple, groaning when she felt the edge of his teeth as he suckled roughly.
"Please, please…. I can't wait." Her begging came out in little pants, she was wild to have him
Harry rolled his hips against hers, his cock rubbing between her pussy lips, and stars exploded behind her eyes.
Harry looked up at her and gave a sexy smile, her breath caught.
"Make love to me please…"
Hermione jerked awake panting, and squeezed her thighs together, rolling over on her side. It had been just over a month since the disastrous Halloween celebration. Things were slowly returning to normal, at least for everyone else. The memories of what she did that missing night came to her in fragments in her dreams and she woke up wet and aching most days.
She also had a truly outrageous pile of letters from Harry and Ron that she had ignored and not opened. She knew she needed to woman up and have a talk with both of them but for the life of her, she hadn't yet managed to find the courage.
She still didn't know where she would start. She also still hadn't talked to or forgiven Ginny Weasley. Ginny had been given detention for the rest of the year and banned from quidditch for the remainder of the school.
She hadn't told anyone what had happened that night and did her best to pretend nothing happened. She woke up attended classes, and did a truly outrageous amount of studying even for herself. She was joined in the library quite often by Malfoy.
She felt a small bit of pity for him, but was still grateful he took the majority of the attention with his public masturbation and overshadowed everyone else who had been affected by Ginny's misguided joke.
When she felt her legs would hold her, she rolled out of bed heading to the washroom to clean up. It was as she standing in the shower letting the conditioner work on her curls that a thought occurred to her.
A thought that should have occurred to her weeks ago.
She rushed through rising her hair, stumbling wet and dripping out of the stall. She cast drying spells as she pulled on her clothes back on and then rushed back to her room. She looked desperately through her books. She could not ask anyone about this, she needed to have the book. She knew she had the book.
Why hadn't she thought of this sooner? Why? Why? Why?!
She found the right book and paged through it with trembling fingers until she found the spell she wanted.
She grabbed her wand and pointed it at herself casting the charm. Gold rings emerged around her stomach spinning and spinning for what seemed an eternity before they condensed into a small blue flame over her womb.
Her knees gave out and she hit the floor.
She was pregnant.
A boy.
Harry's baby.