Harry and Hermione were returning to Hufflepuff after cleaning up the dueling room. They both wished to learn the illusory spells effecting perception. They were brilliant. As the pair walked back, holding hands with Hermione's head on Harry's shoulder, they saw a curious site. A puddle of water with something hanging from a torch near it. As they drew near, they realized it was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. Merlin, it looked dead. Who would kill a cat, and then hang it up like that. They must really hate Filch. There appeared to be something on the wall, spilled or some such.
At this time the Halloween feast let out, 'Gah! What happened to Samhain!', thought Harry, and some students came around the bend. They stopped and saw Harry looking at the wall while Hermione was looking at Mrs. Norris. They had obviously not been in the feast as both were wearing short silk bath robes, and slippers. Nothing else.
Nott seeing the writing on the wall, read it out loud. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened! Enemies of the Heir, beware! Wow. You'll be next, Mudbloods!" He then continued, "I wonder who could have done this?" looking at Harry. While the students started babbling around them, Filch came shouldering through. As soon as he saw his cat, he ran forward and exclaimed "Oh No!"
"My cat, my cat! What happened!" he shrieked. He then turned to Harry, "You! You've killed my cat! Murderer! I'll kill you, I'll-"
During this Harry had swept Hermione behind him and taken up a defensive posture with his wand suddenly in his hand, the jeweled tip glowing red with barely restrained power. He had a cold, violent look in his eyes while staring at Filch. Effectively naked, Harry still looked dangerous and was really pissed.
Dumbledore who had come during this threat commanded "Argus! Heir Black! Stand down!" Harry seeing Filch back off, powered down, and holstered his wand, relaxing slightly. Harry nodded to the headmaster and started watching everybody. The tension in his muscles very obvious. His lady was near naked and surrounded by potential enemies. He did not like it at all.
Dumbledore wanting to get away from so many gossipy mouths, "Argus, Heir Black come with me. You too Miss Granger."
Lockhart stepped forward and said self-importantly "My office is nearest just upstairs, headmaster." He then looked at Hermione obviously enjoying the view, and smirked.
Dumbledore nodded "Thank you, Gilderoy."
As they went to Lockhart's office, Harry not so subtly moved Hermione so he was between her and everyone else. As they walked, Snape, McGonagall, and Sprout joined them. Going into the office there was a flurry from the portraits, several Lockharts dodging out of frame, their hair in rollers. Harry snorted, and looked at Snape who shrugged with a slight smile.
McGonagall looked at Miss Granger, her activities rather obvious, and had a look of complete disapproval on her face. Hermione keeping her head up just glared back, while she very overtly, flashed her betrothed ring with a cold smile. Hermione then turned to Sprout and gave her a real smile and nodded.
Sprout noticing the exchange, thought 'What a puritan. It was sad.' she then turned to Hermione with a smile, "So the evening went well?" she asked.
Hermione grinning, nodded.
"I'm glad, this day can't be good for him." said Madam Sprout. Harry pretended not to hear. However, when Snape snorted, at the went well question, Harry quickly grinned at him. A potion Master's nose was very good, Harry had no doubt he could tell exactly, how well it went.
While this went on, Dumbledore was examining Mrs. Norris on Lockhart's desk. "Mrs. Norris is not dead. She petrified." Dumbledore informed everyone. During this time Lockhart, made the most inane suggestions. Even as second years, Harry and Hermione knew he was talking out of his arse.
Dumbledore wished Lockhart would just shut up, as every time he talked, his reputation as a headmaster took a hit. "I'm not sure how-"
And Filch cut in, "Ask him, ask him! You saw what he wrote on the wall!" Argus said glaring and pointing at Harry.
Harry, completely furious, said bitingly "If you think I am going to stay here and be blamed for every stupid thing in this castle by your incompetent staff."
Dumbledore unwilling to tolerate these sideways insults at the school and its headmaster yelled, "Heir Black!"
Harry growled, "That cretin threatened to kill me. I would be within my rights to end him now."
Dumbledore, irritated at how Harry wasn't the ignorant follower Dumbledore had tried to make him, "And how would it look if you killed a squib in a duel?"
Harry nonplussed at this development, pulled back a bit and blinked. He then asked, "A squib, truly? How does he get anything done? Do the elves just follow him around and do everything he pretends to do? Oh! He is cheap labor! He does do a rather large portion of the nightly patrols, you cheap-"
Master Snape barked out "Apprentice!"
Harry reined himself in and with a bow to Master Snape, "My apologies Master. I was overwrought."
McGonagall then asked glaring at their state of undress, "So why were the two of you, not at the feast?"
Harry looked thunderous, and was about to reply when Hermione said in clear artic tones. "My lord suffered a grievous assault on this day, as you should remember. I was seeking to provide an appreciably different experience for him to remember for Samhain. My head and my Master were completely aware of my endeavor and had cleared it." And with a disgusted tone to her voice, "Any other questions, professor?"
McGonagall, realizing she had stuck her foot in it again, said quietly "No Miss Granger."
Hermione then just loudly sniffed, and turned away. Continuing with arctic tones, "Then we will be returning to quarters, and leave this mystery in the hands of the professors, good night!"
As Hermione moved to leave, Filth lunged at her, yelling "I want some punish-"
No one saw Harry move. Suddenly, Filch was slammed into the wall by Harry, and pinned there by Harry's wand pressing into Filch's throat. A ready, highly-overpowered bombarda making the wand's jeweled tip glow red-hot, and slowly burning the skin. Harry quietly growled with the finality of the grave, while he dug his burning wand into Filch's neck, "Touch my lady, and Dumbledore will not save you. You will die."
By the widening of his eyes, and the sudden emptying of his bladder down his legs, it was obvious Filch realized he had gone much too far. He was wincing as the wand's energy, slowly burned him. Hermione was there first and gently lowered Harry's hand, pulling the wand from Filch. Filch collapsed to the floor, landing in his own urine. Hermione looked in Harry's eyes, and gently said "Leave him my Lord. He now realizes the error of his ways. The urine puddle confirms it. He isn't worthy of your attention. Let us depart."
Harry looked at her and nodded. He turned back, and looked down at Filch. He said unemotionally, "She just saved your useless life."
Harry took Hermione's arm, and they walked out.
Snape growled at Filch. "He wasn't kidding, you stupid fool! If you make another offensive move at Miss Granger again, he will kill you, and I'm not getting in his way. That young Magus is a killer. Prey he doesn't notice you again."
Lockhart puffed up and struck a pose, he said "I could stop him. I have dealt with many irascible young lords in my time, don't you-"
Sprout cut him off, "Oh, do shut up." And she left in disgust.
Harry and Hermione didn't run into anyone on their way back to Hufflepuff. However, once they knocked on the barrels and opened the door, they saw most of the house in the common room…waiting for them.
Hermione and Harry strolled in, still in the short bath robes. Most of the older girls noticed that Hermione had come far from the firstie who was afraid to have her pussy seen by another girl, much less a boy or man. She was obviously, training hard to become a noble's wife, and with her standing there with a slightly disapproving set to her jaw and flashing eyes…all the while ignoring the eyes obviously looking at her partly visible, and wet pussy peaking from the robe, it was hard to imagine that scared firstie.
Then again, she was standing next to a veritable Greek god who would…and has…killed for her. It must do wonders for your confidence.
Hermione said with some chill, "Does the SETT have something to say?"
Susan must have been volunteered to be spokesperson. She asked with some indecisiveness, "Umm, where were you? We didn't see you at the feast, then with you in the hallway next to those words..."
Harry replied, "My lady, knowing what this night means for me, decided to give me a stronger…and significantly better memory to attach to this day. We were returning from that endeavor, when we found Mrs. Norris…and the words. Since we were timing our return to just before the feast let out, naturally we were found, still examining, the strange thing in the hall."
One of the firstie's still up, asked with obvious confusion, "But this night is a celebration of the defeat of you-know-who."
Hermione, eyes flashed with anger, then realizing she was talking to one of the younger firsties, visibly calmed herself before replying, "Johnny, that night had different effects on different people, none more significant than Heir Potter. On that night he witnessed his mother and father murdered, and had a monster try to kill him, scaring him in the process.", then scanning the whole crowd, and with more heat, she continued, "On that night he lost his family, his home, and became a brutalized slave."
Susan said, "But Dumbledore-"
Harry cutting her off said, emotionlessly "We may never know the true motivations that led Professor Dumbledore to place me with the Dursleys. We do know he did it against my parent's will. The will he personally sealed, by the way. In that house, I was beaten, starved, worked hard and disciplined for the least of mistakes until I lay bleeding and broken on the floor. I remembering it starting from yule, when I was 2 years old. They took particular enjoyment to be much more vicious on my birthday, Samhain, and Yule, so I would know a Freak did not deserve to celebrate anything."
Many of the girls, and some of the boys, had teared up hearing his account, all the weightier, because of the emotionless, matter-of-fact way it was described. As if he were describing handing in homework.
Susan then asked, "The words…"
Hermione replied calmly, "We have no idea. We had just started our investigation when students…and Filch arrived." And shifting back to haughty, she said forcefully, "Now my attempt to replace all those bad memories, has been somewhat tarnished by this event, and subsequent conversations." She said glaring at the students, including Susan. "I am going to put my Lord to bed, attempting to remind him there are people in this world who love and cherish him." She then looked around the room with a definite challenge, and concluded, "Leave us undisturbed, until I finish showing him what he means to me, and return."
Hermione then took Harry's hand and gently dragged him to his room.
Susan, confused and alarmed, "She didn't mean she was going-"
The male 6th year prefect cut her off, "Of course not! She's not an idiot! I expect, she will conclude with oral. It is a great way to say I love you, and mean it…at any age."
At this point Sprout, who heard most of what was said, made herself known. "Prefects, there are young ones well past their bedtime. See to it." And the younger kids scurried to their rooms…well except the 2nd year boys who were stopped by Neville.
Neville with a cough, "Madam Strout, if you allow, we will wait here, so as to not interrupt Hermione's goodnight to her Lord. It would be rude...and slightly dangerous."
Sprout realizing the situation, paused, thought, and just snorted. "If the future Lady Potter takes longer than 30 minutes to say goodnight, one of you Prefects gently remind her, there are others seeking their beds this night. Make sure she returns to hers, too. Goodnight, all." And she left.
Hermione had dragged Harry to his bedroom and closed the door. She then pushed him onto his bed, opened his robe and grabbed his cock. He started getting hard immediately on her touch.
"Hermione—" Harry began.
Hermione, using saliva to wet her hand this time, started to stroke him more firmly, "Shhh. I never had a chance to get your essence from the source. That is entirely unfair, since you spent an in ordinate amount of time plundering mine. I just told everyone I am going to suck you off tonight. Don't make me a liar." And she immediately bent down and sucked on his glans.
Thinking about how his witch flashed all the boys, while completely ignoring them. How she told everyone she was coming up here to pleasure him, which at our age means suck me off, made Harry's excitement a foregone conclusion. Harry barely lasted 3 minutes, under her aggressive ministrations, despite Hermione scraping him a couple times with her teeth. He gave a loud shout "Hermione!" as he came, just to let everyone know Hermione did a most excellent job. Hermione, grinned around his cock as he came, letting him know she understood what he did. She did appreciate the vote of confidence, knowing she had some learning to do, before she was an experienced cock-sucker.
Once he was done, and she had licked him clean, "We will work on your staying power. I'm sure with extensive practice we can get you lasting longer than 3 minutes." And she stood up kissing him on the lips. Harry just opened her robe and grabbed a breast while his other hand went between her legs. Hermione groaned, "We don't have time for that…well a few minutes." And she leaned into his hand moaning.
A time later there has a loud knock on the door, and a prefect shouted, "Hermione! The other boys need to go to bed, as do you…in yours. I am opening this door in 30 seconds and you will exit." He waited, and opened the door to see Harry, lying on top of his bed with his robe open. Harry was flaccid, though obviously recently used, with a satisfied look on his face. He was just lying there, sucking on his fingers…wet with, what the prefect assumed, was Hermione. Hermione was closing her robe…over a puffy and wet vulva. Hermione looked a bit denied and frustrated.
The male prefect said with a smirk, "Plan better next time. The 2nd year dorms aren't the place for a long session of oral. Go to your room, Lady Potter."
Hermione ignored him as she marched over to her own dorms…fully expecting a long night of girl talk. She wasn't wrong.
Meanwhile the boys come in the see Harry naked on his bed with a still wet dick, and licking his fingers. They aren't sure exactly what happened, but all wish they were the ones Hermione did it to, whatever it was.
Neville asked cautiously, "You OK, Harry?"
Harry sighed happily and said, "Never better, Nev. Never better."
Neville asked, "Um, Harry? You never explained what happened in the corridor."
Harry said, "Nothing happened. We were attempting to get back to our commons, and saw what you saw. Never saw anybody there, no idea who did that to Filch's cat, or wrote on the wall. I don't know a spell to petrify someone, will need to ask Lord Black. He should know."
Neville, fully understanding the Hogwarts motto, said being careful, "Alright Harry, good night."
Harry replied sounding very contented, "Night Nev."