Neither of the two Potters were at all surprised when Hermione slipped out of her bed and approached them after the lights had been dimmed for the evening in their room. Amy immediately nodded towards her sister, whose bed was against the wall, and the trio took up spots before drawing the privacy curtain and charming it for silence.
"Uh… so…" The determination had quickly fled from the bookworm, who seemed uncertain and anxious at the situation she found herself in. "The uhm train ride…"
"Yeah…"
The eldest shifted a bit in place, "What Luna said… was she, I mean… did you three…"
Harriet nodded very slowly, "Yeah, I don't know how she knew but I guess Luna is just… observant like that or something."
Amy nodded, clearly uncomfortable as well.
"Was it uhm, nice?"
The two sisters shared a glance before a smile cracked on the redhead's lips, "Highlight of my life, easily."
Hermione went wide-eyed, "R-really?"
The other nerdy girl nodded in agreement, "It was amazing, and he looks so…" It was quite the testament when Harriet Potter was at a loss of words, and the other bookworm did her best not to start fantasizing.
"How did it happen?" It wasn't what she had wanted to say, but 'do you have any advice on how to seduce your brother' probably wasn't the best thing either.
There was a noticeable adjustment in how the other two sat, a sign that her question sparked something in their minds and bodies. "Well… some girl sent him some pictures of herself, you know… naked. And I saw them."
Granger made a face of disgust, "Gross, can you believe some girls just do things like that? Sending pictures or flashing boys without even… it's just wrong."
The two sisters shared a look, "Well, I mean here it is, but Harry's world was opposite in a lot of ways remember? So, he likes seeing girls… you know… naked."
That lit a fire between the oldest witch's thighs. Okay, so Harry liked seeing girls naked, was aroused by it, and was sexually active with at least two girls close to her own age.
So what, it didn't mean anything.
It meant everything.
"And you uh… saw him? You know…" Her voice squeaked and she ignored it, she ignored it with the force of a blasting spell.
The other two preteens gulped and nodded, "I mean… I didn't see much because it was dark but uh…"
"Everything" Amy practically drooled, earning a bit of a snort from her sister. "Wish I would have taken pictures, he's just…" she trailed off, but the message was clear, and the thoughts continued to spread in the bookworm's mind.
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The first time it happened he hadn't thought much about it. For a professor to skip a meal, or to eat elsewhere, wasn't uncommon at Hogwarts. It became strange when he noticed it happening again and again. When seeing her near the Great Hall at mealtime was rarer than her being absent.
It took only a week of this pattern before worry overcame any desire to eat with his House during dinner and without so much as a word he stood and made his way from the hall, ignoring the stares and whispers that so often came with his departure or arrival.
The problem was, he didn't know where to look for her. Sure, there were the obvious locations, but if those failed? For the time being he opted to check her private room first. Hearing no response when he knocked at the door, and seeing the rest of Slytherin empty, Harry began to check other places she might have a connection to.
The Defense classroom was empty, as was the chamber they used for club meetings. At that point he simply began checking random classrooms until he opened one and froze. There she was, Grace Riddle, dueling prodigy, Professor of Defense, one of the most powerful witches alive, sitting at a small table by herself, taking morose bites of her dinner.
A wave of not just guilt by sorrow washed over him. How often had he been forced to eat alone growing up? How often had he wished for just one person to want to spend time with him? And now? Now she was suffering in the same way, and he hadn't acted until a week had passed.
"Hey"
His greeting obviously startled the woman, who stood awkwardly while knocking around silverware. "Oh, hello Harry."
She was trying to save face, and he understood the reasoning. No one wanted to be seen as weak, especially if they were normally strong, more so if they were an adult. For once his brain worked faster than his mouth, and an excuse was ready by the time he was ready to speak. "I was wondering if I could eat here, with you? I'm getting a bit sick of dealing with all the drama in our house and Lockhart's typical creepiness."
While it wasn't untrue, it was certainly exaggerated a bit, and Riddle seemed to see through the excuse but smiled gratefully regardless. "I would be happy if you did. I'll have the House-elves bring you something to eat."
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