I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.
Mists Of Avalon Pt. 4
Story: Kim West
Editing: Autumn Winters
In the following days, Hermione's keen skills had been put to the test. She needed to help find a way for Becky to stay female while also finding whatever information she could pertaining to the goddess who helped Holly. Her friend had spoken of the island of Avalon and how it had been a place of worship for her deity. This had given Hermione a few clues to at least begin her research. It was still incredibly hard even for her to come up with much of anything, and it didn't help matters much seeing Becky sleeping soundly with her face buried into one of the books concerning ancient religions. Hermione shook her head, she just couldn't understand how anyone could fall asleep reading a perfectly fine book like that, and in a library no less.
"Well, I believe that I've made the most complete analysis possible. Please note that a lot of what I am about to say is pure speculation. In essence, I've had to do quite a bit of reading between the lines in order to uncover the truth. Do you understand?" Hermione asked Holly who simply nodded her head.
"In ancient times, when England was known as Celtic Britain, there existed Avalon. A sisterhood was established on the island, and many women traveled to it far and wide in order to become one with the five goddesses that the priestesses served. I believe that the deity that made contact with you was called Rhiannon. She held the title of "Great Queen;" she was also known as the "Nurturing Mother" who guided them through the lessons of life they needed to learn."
"What happened to them?" Holly asked.
"An over-simplified explanation would be that the Celts were over-run by the invading hordes of the Anglo-Saxons. A patriarchy was established that had devastated the older religions, replacing them with newer ones. History, over time, reduced the goddesses to being nothing more than subservient women. It was men in the newer stories which were favored, the goddesses then became not much more than footnotes of little (or no) importance."
"But they did exist...I mean, they must have if what happened to me is to be explained."
"Witches, wizards, unicorns, and dragons exist, so why not Avalon and its deities? I believe that you were in contact with Rhiannon and that she blessed you. I believe that your new powers allow you to do many things such as communicate with animals telepathically, draw energy from "Mother Earth" to replenish your own, and heal the sick and the dying. You also have the ability to travel to and from the island that was reserved for priestesses and for those who have been blessed; all others had to be escorted to and from the island if they wish to visit it. The island was protected in such a way that a person could not simply enter or leave if they were not a believer. I think that this was to protect the island as well as maintain the religious purity. These are just a few examples of what I've read about. I must warn you, though, to not abuse these powers because they will vanish if you were to try something like taking over the world."
"I don't fancy the idea of bossing everyone about. The thought of treating people the same way that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia treat me just churns my stomach."
"That's probably one of the reasons Rhiannon decided to imbue you with the powers that you now possess."
"What's the point of having all those powers if you can't have a little bit of fun with them," Becky said yawning.
"You were listening?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, hearing your voice usually means you've finished pawing at your books and are ready to explain what you've found. It's basically a cue for me to wake up." Becky said casually.
"You've been dozing off on purpose just so you can get out of doing research!" Hermione huffed.
"Well, yeah that was the idea I guess," Becky said rather sheepishly.
Hermione was just about to tear into Becky when Holly interrupted.
"Hang on you two; I think I may have a way to get rid of Voldemort once and for all."
Both girls turned to face Holly.
"The next time I face him I'll just concentrate on taking him with me to Avalon. Once there, I'll just leave him trapped on the island forever."
"That's assuming, of course, that you can avoid being killed in the process. I'm sure that Voldemort won't just stand by passively while you do this to him." Hermione snorted.
"You said I had all these powers and..."
"Might have powers; remember what I said about guessing? Everything I told you was interpretation. You shouldn't risk your life like that, it simply isn't worth it."
"She did alright against those dementors." Becky added.
"Yes, but can she control her new powers on a consistent basis?"
"I have to try Hermione. I'll work on trying to develop more control and to learn how to use them. I know that this is risky but I'm really tired of Voldemort showing up every year to try and destroy me and everything I care about. I can't just keep looking over my shoulder, wondering if I'm about to be attacked at any moment. That's just no way to live one's life."
"Hey maybe you could practice taking Malfoy to Avalon or perhaps Snape. I wouldn't mind missing either one of them around here one bit." Becky suggested.
Holly grinned. "That does sound tempting. Let me think about it."
Hermione waited for the two girls to stop giggling to hand Holly a huge stack of notes.
"What all this?"
"It's various types of exercises that the priestesses used to help focus their energies; it might help you in trying to control your powers."
"Thank you; I hope I can make sense of all of this."
"You have a good heart and have always fought for what you believed in. Trust in yourself, and your new abilities will seem like second nature to you."
"Is that the key to learning this stuff?"
"I suppose; it is those qualities that make you special, isn't it? I don't believe that Rhiannon visits with just anyone and arbitrarily makes them a part of her sisterhood, and a high priestess no less."
It was something to consider as Hermione turned her attention to Becky.
"I have not forgotten about you and your problems. I have done extensive research on the spell your currently under."
"Yes?" Becky asked, fidgeting.
"I tried to find a spell that would cause it to become permanent or at the very least compliment it. I found absolutely nothing."
"What? No! I can't..."
"There has to be something!"
"Becky, calm down."
"I've already picked out the dress that I'm going to wear at the dance this Friday." Becky said, hyperventilating.
"Becky, please calm down!"
"Ron Weasley in a fancy dress with Neville Longbottom as his date; happiness has truly forsaken me."
"BECKY, STOP WHINING SO I CAN SPEAK!"
"Miss Granger, you do know that your in a library, don't you?" asked Professor McGonagall, who happened to be strolling by.
Hermione's face grew pale while she simply nodded.
"And you do know that it is against the rules to shout, I trust?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall."
"Good, then I do not have to tell you that you have lost five points for Gryffindor. I expect not to have this conversation again; do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall."
"And Weasley, stop that giggling or you will lose an additional five points."
"Yes, Professor McGonagall."
Hermione looked at Becky with a certain foul mood. Here she was trying to help Becky, and all she could do was giggle when Hermione's perfect record for being a model student within the great library was forever smashed.
"McGonagall is gone now," said Holly.
Becky looked at Hermione now with an anxious look of dread. Hermione stared back thinking, 'it is simply impossible to stay mad at you, Becky Weasley.'
"You can still be Becky Weasley if you want to, all you have to do is use a spell to try and turn you back into a boy."
Becky looked a bit confused and said, "Huh? Perhaps you haven't grasped the notion that I don't want to become a boy again."
"You don't understand; your spell has a secret trap to prevent anyone from tampering with it. If you try, you will set off the trigger which causes your current gender to become permanent," Hermione said smiling, "Apparently, the wizard who gave you that necklace has a reputation for setting such traps on poor unsuspecting males in order to turn them into females. I think it might be something of an obsession with him."
"You actually think that what you're proposing will work?" Holly asked.
"I think so, but I'm not the one who has to make the final decision here," Hermione said turning to face Becky, "So what do you want to do Becky?"
"I enjoy being a girl; I don't want to go back."
Hermione raised her wand and pointed at Becky.
"Wait...uhg... what kind of spell are you going to use on me?"
"Oh I thought I'd use a variation of the spell used on Holly. The gender change part of course." Hermione quickly added.
Becky gulped. "This isn't going to hurt is it?"
"I don't think so, but we'll find out shortly won't we," Hermione said grinning.
For a moment Becky became dizzy then her body began to change. It stopped changing quickly though as it resumed its feminine curves. A warm sensation ran throughout her body. She knew at that moment she had been altered and would happily remain a girl for the rest of her wonderful life.
"Well, I guess it worked," said Holly.
"Yeah, it felt really weird...I'm still a bit dizzy...It was sort of like being a rubber band that was stretched and then released all of a sudden," Becky replied as she turned to face Hermione, "Thanks Hermione, you don't know how much this means to me."
All three girls hugged each other. It was a tender, mushy, girly-girl moment that lasted for several minutes. After a bit, they each made plans for Friday's festivities. Yes it was still a couple of days away but one can never plan too early. I might add that the girls weren't the only ones planning for Friday. Yes a certain someone with a sore shoulder would see to it that he would have his way no matter what. Malfoy would concoct his very own love spell and place it on the unsuspecting Holly. He thought back to what Snape said about that meddlesome Granger. He'd have to take care of her as well; perhaps lowering her intelligence to match the pathetic little tramp she is would do. Yes, a plan was beginning to take shape in Malfoy's sick and twisted mind. He was even beginning to look forward to Friday. It would be a night of games, fun, and revenge all rolled into one.
Holly began to go over Hermione's vast notes. She would try her best to master her new powers. Concentration, patience, and fine tuning one's skills proved more difficult than it seemed. Holly tried to reach out with her mind to make contact with her owl, Hedwig. She tried to tell her to fly around the room three times and then land in front of her on the bed. The owl just looked at her when she opened the cage. She finally took flight but instead of circling the room, she headed out the window and into the sky to have the kind of flying she wanted to do. Holly sat there a moment watching her owl make lazy circles around the clouds.
"Maybe I should practice on Fluffy! He might have thought I was nothing but a chew toy, but at least he paid attention to me!" Holly called out to Hedwig.
"You know that she can't hear you." Hermione replied.
"Yes, but somehow it makes me feel better all the same," Holly sighed. "I don't think that I'm going to get the hang of this. I've been trying for hours and still nothing."
Hermione laughed out loud. "Holly, you have to realize something. It took the average woman nine years of intense training before they were even considered to become a first level priestess. Most priestesses trained their entire lives but never reached the level of High Priestess of Avalon. You, on the other hand, have bypassed all of that and have gone straight to the head of the line. I think that you need to give it a little bit more time than just a couple of hours, my dear."
Holly blushed. "I guess you're right. When you put it that way, I suppose I should be grateful for what I do have."
Time slowly crept by: Wednesday, Thursday, and then finally Friday. All of the students filled the classrooms, but their minds were someplace else entirely. Most of the faculty realized this and planned rather light lessons for the day. Some classes even let out earlier than usual because the Professors were also looking forward to the night's special event. At least, most of them were.
Professor Snape was not one of those who believed in letting his class out early or being kind enough to have a simple lesson plan. No, especially since these days he was pulling double duty as both Potions and Dark Arts Teacher. He had his students gather near to Hagrid's hutch to view a dangerous and rather pissed-off harpy. She was chained down to a post and was trying in vain to escape into the air. Hands were razor sharp talons as were her feet, which scratched and clawed the hard ground until it looked like it had been plowed. Her wings spread out when she saw the students gather around her, and she shrieked her displeasure at them. Many took a couple of steps back when this happened.
Snape, along with Hagrid, stood in front of the students.
"Today's lesson will be about harpies and what you can do to survive an encounter with one. This particular harpy was captured by Hagrid during one of his patrols in The Dark Forest. He has been gracious enough to allow us to view this creature so that you may learn, if nothing else, what one looks like. I will now let Hagrid talk to you about what he knows of harpies. I suggest taking careful notes because I will be giving a test on Monday and I might just be inclined to include questions based on what he might have to say today."
Hagrid lumbered forward to face the students.
"Aye, harpies are extremely dangerous; they are capable of shredding a grown man into tiny bits in seconds. They are territorial, and if you should enter that territory they will fiercely attack you until you are dead. They are most dangerous in the air, so if you do happen to encounter one, try and find an area where a harpy has no choice but to take to the ground. A thick part of the forest with many low branches will do. Harpies don't like to jump from branch to branch while chasing you. Once they are on the ground, they might be awkward, but I would not suggest hand-to-claw combat. Use whatever magic..."
Snape interrupted Hagrid at this point, "Yes, thank you Hagrid for that informative lecture. I would like to continue the lecture by saying to my students that most spells will not work on a harpy. You won't be able to make one fall asleep, you can't immobilize the creature, and you can't confuse a harpy with illusions. So my question to you my dear class is what sort of spells can you use on a harpy should you encounter one?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape ignored her like he always did. It was only when he saw Hagrid about to let her answer the question that he stepped in to prevent it.
"No! Not her!" Snape hissed.
"But why?" Hagrid asked scratching his enormous, furry head.
"She always knows the answer. ALWAYS! No, I want to give others a chance to think on their feet," Snape said to Hagrid while watching Malfoy gawk at Holly, "Mr. Malfoy, why don't you provide us with the answer or am I interrupting your quality time WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
Malfoy was startled out of his dream-like state. He looked at Professor Snape, who returned his stare. He knew that he was in trouble, mainly because he hadn't paid attention to a single word that had been said, and also the fact that he could actually see the veins in Snape's neck bulging a bit.
Malfoy gulped. "Uh...could you repeat the question?"
Snape was furious. "MR. MALFOY, you will pay attention in my class. The creature before you is not to be taken lightly. She has vicious claws to rip you open if she had the chance. There are only a few spells that will work on her. What spell would you choose if you encountered her all by yourself?"
Malfoy tried to think of something.
"I don't know, I guess that I would run away from her."
"Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, where would you run to, into the forest where it lives or say out in the open?"
"Why, out in the open of course," Malfoy said proudly.
"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, you managed to get yourself killed with that bold and, might I say, stupid strategy of yours. If you were listening to the lecture, perhaps you might have remembered that harpies are most dangerous when they are in the air," Snape snapped his head toward Holly, "You! Potter, please give us the answer, and do not say YOU DON'T KNOW THE QUESTION! I'm simply not in the mood for that kind of thing right now."
"I could temporarily blind her by creating a bright ball of energy." Holly answered nervously.
"Yes!" Hagrid shouted.
Snape gave Hagrid a dirty look. "That might work if you were prepared to kill her or, in Hagrid's case, capture the creature. Your choice may keep you alive, but for how long? I would suggest using your ball of energy to try and kill her or severely wound her. A simple but powerful fireball would be another excellent way to inflict massive damage to the harpy."
Holly was about to ask a question when suddenly the bonds that were holding the harpy vanished. She quickly rose into the air screeching a bloodcurdling scream.
"Remain calm and stay where you are. Running away will draw its attention to you. I will handle this situation," said Snape while keeping his eyes on the harpy.
Holly watched the creature with great intensity, not realizing she was making contact with her mentally. The harpy was in the process of an attack dive when she suddenly broke it off. This caused Snape's energy bolt to miss its target entirely. Snape was furious, and the harpy looked confused. Holly gasped, realizing at that very moment that she had control of the creature. She didn't want the poor thing to die, so she persuaded her to land gently so as to not seem threatening, and to not make a fuss when being handled by Hagrid.
"Don't kill her! I think she can be captured!" Hagrid shouted.
"Sorry, Hagrid, I'm not taking any chances."
Snape fired his wand at the harpy. She stood perfectly still as the energy bolt blasted against a sphere that surrounded her. The sphere protected the creature quite nicely from any harm that Spape's wand might have inflicted her with.
Snape looked stunned. "That isn't possible. She should be dead."
"Umm...Professor?" Holly asked.
"What do you want Potter!?" Snape snapped.
"I know this might sound crazy, but I made contact with the harpy and told her to stop its attack and to allow Hagrid to take care of her."
"Oh, you speak harpy do you? I don't recall that being part of the curriculum here at Hogwarts." Snape told Holly somewhat sarcastically.
"No sir, I communicated with her mentally. Oh, and I think I somehow did that protective sphere just now as well."
Snape wanted to rant and rave but soon noticed something rather strange. He saw Hagrid petting the feathery head of the harpy. This wasn't necessarily the strange part. Hagrid loved playing with dangerous creatures. The more dangerous they are, the more adorable they seem to him. What was odd, thought Snape, was the harpy seemed completely passive and looked like it rather enjoyed being patted on the head
"Ah...class dismissed," said Snape still looking at the bizarre sight.
As the class began to leave; Snape pointed to Holly. "Not you, Potter."
Holly stood patiently in front of Snape, wondering what he had in mind for her.
"Tell me truthfully, did you remove the bonds from that harpy?
"No sir, I did not."
Snape looked uneasy while he searched the horizon. What, or to be more precise, who he was looking for I could not say.
"Very well, Potter, go join your classmates."
Holly looked confused. "You're not going to punish me?"
"Don't tempt me, Miss Potter. Leave me now or I swear I'll make you wish you were never born."
Holly joined Becky and Hermione; who had waited off in the distance for her.
"So what did prune face want?" Becky asked.
"I wouldn't say that out loud if you know what's good for you." Hermione chided.
Holly simply shook her head. "Snape wanted to know if I was responsible for letting the harpy loose. When I told him I wasn't, he dismissed me before I could tell him who was responsible."
"You know who?" Hermione asked.
Holly nodded. "It was Malfoy. I could sense his rage when Snape made fun of him. I don't think that he did it on purpose though. I think that it was sort of an accident."
"I think you should go back right now and tell Professor Snape what you just told us." Hermione urged.
"Are you crazy!? You saw Snape, he's not in the mood to talk with anyone. Holly's lucky she didn't get detention, or worse lose points for Gryffindor."
Hermione gave Becky a dirty look. "You really need to sort out your priorities."
"Hey, we really don't have time for this right now. We need to get ready for tonight. I think that Draco Malfoy is the hardly worth worrying about, don't you agree, girls?" Holly said with a smile.
The girls quickly turned their attention to what tonight might have in store for them. They hurried back to their dormitory to get ready. They each had a lovely pink and lavender bubble bath to soak all of the day's troubles away. The creamy, silky feel of the bath made it seem as if they were floating on air. After bathing came vast amounts of cosmetics and styling one's hair. This was actually quite fun for Holly and Becky because most of the school year prevented them from experiencing this side of being female; this was due to the strict dress code that Hogwarts held. It was fun for Hermione as well because she was never asked to do complete makeovers for anyone before.
Hermione shampooed, rinsed, and styled Holly's and Becky's hair like a true expert. She taught them how to apply cosmetics to enhance their already good looks, so they, in turn, were able to perform this on her as well. I tell you, they had the most fun experimenting with this shade color and that sparkling lip gloss. They hardly even realized that it was soon time to go to the dance. The three of them stood there in their pretty gowns like fairy tale princesses come to life.
Holly wore a purple satin gown with silver lace, translucent gloves, and glass slippers. She had puffy sleeves and a nice neckline to show off her wonderful cleavage. Her gown also had fairy wings, which fluttered every so often. They were, of course, an illusory spell that came with the outfit. They simply faded away if she needed to sit down or dance close with someone. Oh, almost forgot to mention her hair, which was done up in curls with sparkling highlights. To say that she personified both beauty and grace would be an understatement. When she at last saw herself in the mirror, she gasped at what she saw. She felt overwhelmed, shy, anxious, and yes even a bit of pride seemed to well up inside her. She had a sudden urge to have Viktor see her right now, and she had a desire to have him look at her THAT WAY. The same way boys tended to look at pretty girls. She smiled inwardly thinking she was definitely glad she was a girl, it was just so much fun.
All right, on to dear, sweet Becky who wore a crimson gown with black lace. It was a strapless number that barely covered her abundant bosom. In truth it was held in place by means of magic. No Muggle dress could possibly defy gravity the way her dress seemed to do. Her dress was sizzling sex appeal at its best, or worst depending on your point of view of course. Holly and Hermione both tried rather unsuccessfully to persuade Becky in to picking something less flamboyant, but she simply would not listen. So she stood there like a fiery vixen in her six-inch-high heels. When she walked, one could not possibly help but notice the exaggerated swish and sway of her hips and the bounce and jiggle of
ah...em...other parts of her body. To complete her look she had a tiara to crown her head and her necklace that she had won from that kind, old wizard. She felt herself indeed lucky that her mother would have nothing to do with the necklace; after all, it had made her into the beautiful girl she was today. She smiled at her reflection and gave a sexy pout and she began to fantasize about Neville.
Finally, we have Hermione who wore a blue gown that was simple but elegant. She had lightly dusted herself with sparkling glamour dust. It shimmered every time she walked or moved. Her two-inch high heels gave her the ability to glide rather than walk. It was like watching an ice skater perform graceful movements about the room. She was, in fact, floating on very small magical pockets of air. When she moved you could see ice blue light trails left behind her for a few moments before they faded away. Hermione had been practicing with her shoes in secret because she wanted to surprise everyone at the dance. Both Holly and Becky were amazed at how well she managed to move about in them.
The dates for our three lovely young maidens waited just outside the Gryffindor common room. Each had on a tuxedo, which made them look quite handsome indeed. Viktor stood silently watching for any sign of his date. Neville on the other hand was fumbling about trying to look calm and collected. Just between you and me I have to say he looked anything but calm or collected. Seamus watched him with great amusement.
"So Longbottom, what do you have to be nervous about? You and Becky have been seeing each other for a while now."
Neville's eyes widened. "I'm...no...not nervous...wha...what makes you think...I'm nervous?"
Seamus grinned. "Oh nothing I suppose, just a wild guess."
At that moment, the girls stepped into the hallway to meet their dates. All three boys stood up straight and proper. They were stunned, to say the least, at the ravishing beauties that faced them. Viktor's eyes were intense as he approached Holly. She could feel his hungry eyes devour every inch of her, and she had to admit that she loved it.
"You are..." Viktor paused, trying to find the right words only to give up and simply take Holly's hand and kiss it ever so gently. She blushed and she began to feel all warm and tingly inside.
"Ummm...That was wonderful," Holly sighed.
Becky whispered to Hermione. "That's nothing, wait until you see me in action."
Becky swayed seductively toward Neville and said in a sultry voice, "So what do you think, my little cuddly bear?"
Neville gulped, and then blushed for a moment. His head felt light and he became rather dizzy and then he promptly fainted right on the spot. Everyone gathered around the unconscious body.
Becky stomped her foot. "No! That's not supposed to happen. He was supposed to kiss me and tell me how much he liked my new dress and stuff."
Hermione giggled. "Judging by the smile on Neville's face, I'd say that he liked what you're wearing."
Becky stood there pouting while the rest had a laugh. After a bit, Neville did finally come around and they were soon off to The Great Hall, its enchanted ceiling had always been made to look just like the night sky, but tonight, it had a beautiful full moon and bright twinkling stars to give the right touch of festive romance in the air. Music played while students danced about the floor. The band, I should mention was de-composed of five skeletons. They called themselves "The Crypt Kicker Five" and seem to know everything from the oldies up to the latest. Even Nearly Headless Nick seemed to enjoy the beat of the music while he stood watch over the punch to insure that nobody spiked it.
When the three couples arrived at the hall, they immediately set off to the task at hand, all except Hermione and Seamus that is. The two just sort of stared at each other.
Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Well, are we going to dance or not?"
Seamus looked nervous for the first time that night. "Do you mind if we danced normal like everyone else?"
Hermione huffed, "These shoes were very expensive and I practiced in them too much to simply go out on that floor and DANCE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!"
Seamus took a step back from Hermione for some reason. This made her eye him suspiciously.
"You did buy shoes that could glide like mine, didn't you?"
"And you did practice with them, didn't you?"
Seamus was silent, too silent.
"YOU DID PRACTICE, DIDN'T YOU?!"
"Ummm....maybe...not as much as I would like...but yeah I guess I did." Seamus said with a squeaky voice.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "If you make us a laughingstock I'm going to kill you."
That last comment didn't help Seamus in the confidence department. Hermione, however, didn't care; she grabbed his hand and they went out on to the floor. Seamus concentrated on his shoes and they soon produced magical pockets of air under them. He then gulped with the sudden realization that they were soon gliding around the room.
They were like two figure skaters: first, doing simple turns and twists. After a bit, Seamus felt that he was getting the hang of it and began doing fancier moves with Hermione. Spinning, twirling, and flips in the air. All other dancers stopped to see the display before them. When the song finally ended and they could at last grab a breath of air, they were surprised by all of the applause. They held each other's hands tightly, and then Seamus bowed and Hermione curtsied.
Hermione smiled. "And you wanted to dance like everyone else."
Seamus smiled back. "I always said you were a bright girl. I never should have doubted it for a moment."
One might think that was pretty much the highlight of the dance. Well, I hate to tell you this, but you would be far from wrong on that account. You see, my friends, the fireworks had not even begun. Lurking, hiding, sneaking, and, yes, even stalking, was a certain someone. His eyes narrowed on his unsuspecting targets.
"Soon, I'll be enjoying this dance as well." Malfoy hissed to himself.
Malfoy grinned an evil grin as he went over his fiendishly evil, and might I say, diabolical plan. He had stolen a book of magical spells from the forbidden section of the library. He had searched and searched for just the right spells to cast upon his victims. Finally he settled on two, which he had set to memory. The first spell would make Holly become his devoted servant for the rest of her life. Every whim, every need, she would be there to take care of it, and when Malfoy would grow tired of her presence, he would throw her out on the street like a common beggar. He smiled at the thought of Holly Potter groveling at his feet; he was beginning to feel a bit like his old, nasty self again. And the second spell, you ask? Well, it would permanently reduce the intelligence of Hermione Granger into that of a half-wit. No longer would she be the first to raise her hand in class to answer questions with such ease. Instead, Hermione would have great difficulty remembering how to spell her own name, and possibly, with any luck, she would be kicked out of Hogwarts all together.
Malfoy waited until the music played once more. He could see Holly dancing with that ROTTEN, NO GOOD RAT! He wanted revenge for what KRUM did to him. Krum took his precious Holly away from him. Krum will pay. First, Holly will drop Krum like a sack of potatoes and come rushing to him. Malfoy would have a great laugh pointing at Krum; yes, it would be a moment to remember. He continued to watch Holly and Viktor dance, holding each other tightly. Malfoy's eyes flared with jealousy so much that he nearly snapped his wand in two.
"Enslavium!" Malfoy said pointing his wand at Holly.
Malfoy stood there watching for any sign that his spell had worked. He could not see any immediate change in Holly's behavior.
"Maybe the spell needs time for it to work." Malfoy told himself.
He turned his attention to his other victim without noticing certain changes were indeed taking place. Holly, of course, remained unchanged, but for Malfoy, it was entirely a different matter. His blond hair began to flow down to his shoulders, which in turn became narrower. His waist shrank and his hips grew wide making the seat of his...uh, I mean, her pants become tight. Her chest filled out rather nicely as she began to cast her next spell.
"Bimbeticus!" Malfoy said in a soft, high-pitched voice.
Malfoy's eyes went wide as her soft delicate hands felt her throat. It was long, elegant, and, well, had no sign of an Adam's apple to put it bluntly. She could not ponder this problem for very long because more changes started taking place. Her ears began to grow and lengthen in size. A light gray fur also began to sprout all over her new, curvaceous body. Malfoy started to panic as she simultaneously felt a bit of a muzzle form on her face and a tail rip out of her pants. The changes did stop at that point, which made Malfoy rather exotic looking to say the least. She was, in fact, half donkey and half human girl. I would say that she was still somewhat attractive if you were into furry girls, but this did not comfort Malfoy in the least. She tried desperately to pull her tail off and yank at her ears.
"HEEE HAAAAHHHH! Wha...NO! HEEE HAAAAH! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO MEEEEHHH HAAAAHHH" Malfoy brayed.
She grew furious at what had happened. "It must be Potter's doing. She must have done this to me."
Malfoy marched straight to where Holly and Viktor stood. The band stopped playing. Everyone watched the bizarre sight take place before their eyes.
"YOU WITCH!" Malfoy shouted, only she didn't exactly say the word witch. Let's just say she said something that rhymed very closely with that word.
Holly looked at the strange girl donkey wearing a tuxedo and scratched hear head. "Is that you, Malfoy?"
"HEEE HAAAHHH! You will pay this, and to think I was in love with YOU!"
"Hey Malfoy! Who's your date for tonight, Lampwick or Pinocchio?" Becky said laughing out loud.
Well let me tell you, that was simply too much for Malfoy to take. She had a murderous look in her eyes as she lunged for Becky. They both struggled with each other. Pulling hair, scratching, and biting were the order for this fight. Students began cheering.
"Cat fight!...Donkey fight!...Cat and Donkey fight!"
The fight came to an abrupt halt when Malfoy's hand grabbed Becky's top and pulled it down and ripped it off. Malfoy stopped and stared at Becky's chest. It was a safe bet that everyone in the room had taken the moment to stop and stare at Becky's chest, well at least all of the boys anyway.
"AAAAAAHHH!" Becky screamed and she quickly tried to cover herself with her hands. She felt every eye upon her, and her face became red with embarrassment. She ran out of the room with tears flowing down her cheeks. Neville chased after her.
Malfoy turned to face Holly once more. There was a crazed look in her eyes.
"You're next, my little pretty!" Malfoy sneered.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to turn and see Dumbledore making his way to where Malfoy and Holly stood. He seemed just a bit annoyed with the situation that lay before his eyes. Malfoy faced Dumbledore while pointing a finger at Holly.
"I want Holly Potter expelled immediately. Just look at what SHHEEEE HAHHHHH....HAS DONE TO ME!"
Holly stepped forward to face Dumbledore as well. "Sir, honestly I have nothing to do with this. I would never..."
Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Holly from speaking. "There is no need to explain. The only person that Miss Malfoy needs to blame is herself. You see, I placed a special protective spell on The Great Hall. Anyone performing magic of any type against the will of another would become ensnared in my own little trap."
"HEEEEEEE HAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Malfoy brayed so loudly this time she had to bend over. This of course caused her already tight pants to completely rip apart at the seams. Her bottom was exposed ever so briefly before someone handed her a cape to cover her backside.
"Miss Malfoy, please calm yourself; your condition is not permanent. Let me assure you that you will be back to normal by the end of the school year."
Panic returned to Malfoy's eyes. "Please, Professor Dumbledore, turn me back now. I admit that I was up to no good, but now I've seen the error of my ways."
"I don't believe that you realize just how close you were to becoming expelled with that stunt you just tried with Holly, and yes, I know about what you tried to do with Hermione as well. Ever since Professor Snape told me of your obsession, I made it a point to keep track of you. I knew well in advance what you were planning and made plans of my own."
Malfoy turned to face Snape who returned his gaze with a bitter look of his own.
"Oh, don't think too harshly of Professor Snape, my dear girl. If you had succeeded you would have at the very least been expelled and your family name disgraced. You might have also been brought up on criminal charges, which I believe your father Lucious would not want to see happen to his only child."
The very mention of her father sent chills down her spine. "Please sir, I don't want to look like this. I realize I need to be punished...can't you come up with something else? I... can't let my father see me like this."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment or two. "Perhaps if you received a months worth of detention?"
Malfoy's eyes lit up. "Yes, please give me detention; that sounds more than fair. I love patrolling The Black Forest; just ask anyone."
"Yes, I'm sure that you do, but I'm afraid that I would also have to take away two hundred points from Slytherin."
Malfoy was about to agree to that when she noticed all of the Sytherin students gathering around. They looked like they would rip her to shreds if she lost that many points.
She faced Dumbledore, and while doing so her ears drooped down to the side of her head. "I guess I will remain like this for the rest of the year if you don't mind, sir."
"Good girl, and now that that's settled you may dress in something that is more appropriate and come back to the dance if you wish. I'm sure that some of the girls present can help you find a nice dress to wear."
Many of the girls gathered giggled while shooting their hands up in the air to volunteer. Malfoy shook her head not wanting to further embarrass herself. As she left the room, the crowd broke up and soon the dance was more or less back to normal. Holly and Hermione faced their dates.
"Uh you don't mind if..."
"We really want to stay and..."
"Go to find your friend." Viktor told Holly.
"Yeah, Becky needs you guys, although with such a magnificent pair that she's got I don't see what she's so upset about..." Seamus suddenly stopped what he was saying as he noticed both girls looking extremely pissed at him. "UH...what I meant to say is she has two magnificent friends with you...two that is."
Hermione just rolled her eyes, and Holly tried very hard not to laugh. The two of them went off to search for their friend. While they sped off; Viktor made his way over to Seamus.
"Just between us guys, let me just say that I agree completely, Becky does indeed have a magnificent pair."
The two boys smiled at one another and hit each other, and then the two made their way to the table for some drinks. What can I say, it's a boy thing.
While The Great Hall continued with merriment and good cheer the rest Of Hogwarts lay still and empty. Not quite empty, really, for stumbling down a corridor was Becky Weasley. She kicked off her high heels because they simply were not meant to be run in. She ran barefoot up stairs and down hallways to finally end up in the girl's bathroom. She then stopped to look at herself in one of the mirrors. Hair, makeup, and dress were in complete ruin she noted to herself, and then she began to cry.
Becky looked around to see who spoke and saw Moaning Myrtle floating near to her. The ghost studied Becky with great interest the way one might do when driving past an accident.
"Oh my, did some boy try to have his way with you?" Myrtle asked with a tinge of excitement.
"No... I was in a fight."
Just then, there was a knocking on the door.
"Becky, it's me Neville."
Becky's eyes grew wide. "Go away Neville! Leave me alone!"
Moaning Myrtle shook her fist at the door. "So, it was him that did this to you wasn't it, dearie?"
"No, it wasn't..."
"Oh don't go and protect him now; he's not worth the trouble."
"You don't understand. I had a fight with Draco Malfoy." Becky then started to blush. "Neville...he's my boyfriend."
Myrtle began to nod her head and smile. "I see now, you were two timing your poor deluded boyfriend."
"QUIET! I'm trying to be judgmental here." Myrtle said swirling around. "All you pretty girls are the same, aren't you?! One boyfriend simply isn't enough for YOU!!! NO!!! YOU'VE GOT TO BE GREEDY ABOUT IT!!!!"
"Wait, you don't understand."
Moaning Myrtle flew right up to Becky's face. "I never had any boyfriends. I wasn't pretty enough. No boys ever wanted to be seen with plain, ugly, STUPID MYRTLE...AAARRHHH"
Suddenly Moaning Myrtle zoomed up in the air then dived toward her favorite toilet and, well, plunged into its very depths.
"Becky! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Neville, now go away."
Neville did not leave, but he continued to stand by the door looking somewhat downhearted. Time passed slowly as he looked at the high heels he had in his hands. He had picked them up off the floor when he was chasing Becky. He did not know what to do or say to make things better. He never had a girlfriend before and it was safe to say he never expected to have anyone quite like Becky. He sighed to himself thinking tonight was supposed to be special, but instead he had to faint in front of his girl. Not only that but now she wanted him to go...no... 'I have to think about something else,' Neville thought to himself while he continued his silent vigil.
Elsewhere, Holly and Hermione searched for any sign of Becky. Corridors, stairs, and well you get the idea. Eventually, they found Neville standing in front of the girl's bathroom holding Becky's shoes. It didn't take much to figure out that their search had indeed ended. They approached Neville, who had a sad look in his eyes.
"Please help...Becky, she's in there and won't come out. She told me...to go away." Neville said looking down at the floor.
"I wouldn't worry about it, Neville," said Hermione.
"Yeah, she's just a bit upset about what happened," Holly added.
The two girls went into the bathroom to face Becky and straighten things out. Becky looked up and quickly turned to hide in a corner.
"What do you want?" Becky asked, sobbing softly.
"Well you can stop crying, that would be a nice start," said Holly.
Becky turned to face her friends. "I ran away, and now I'm crying my eyes out just like a little girl."
"Well I don't know about little but...and I do believe I mentioned this before. You do know you're a girl now don't you?" Hermione said with a bit of a smile.
"Yes but everyone...what will they think?" Becky shook her head. "I'm nothing but a joke now."
Holly's eyes flashed as she faced Becky. "Don't ever say that again. You're not a joke. Do you remember when we first met on the train?"
"Yeah," Becky said sniffling.
"You became my first real friend I ever had. We shared good times as well as bad. I honestly don't know how I would've managed my first year without you."
"You would've done just fine without me, besides you had Hermione to help you."
"I don't think I could have worked up the courage to approach Harry after that first encounter on the train. The only reason I felt comfortable going up to "The Boy Who Lived" was the fact that he wasn't making you grovel at his feet. I saw him treat you as an equal and as a friend."
Becky considered what Hermione had just said. Clearly it made her stop and wonder about her self-worth.
Becky looked at her friends and said almost pleading, "I just wanted tonight to be special."
"Look, you can still go back out there and have a good time. I have the rest of your dress and can fix it by casting a spell." Hermione suggested.
"And we can help fix that makeup pretty quickly as well." Holly added.
Becky shook her head. "I...I can't go back...Not without Neville...I told him to go away and he did."
"No I didn't! I'm still here!" Neville said loudly through the door.
Hermione giggled. "You have to give the boy credit, he definitely has good ears."
Holly giggled as well. "Come on, Becky. What's it gonna be?"
Becky smiled weakly. "Alright, I suppose I could go back to the dance."
The girls giggled some more and set off to repairing Becky's outfit and make her more presentable; after that was done, everyone headed back to the dance. They managed to get in a couple of dances in before the band played the last song. Despite the rocky start, the night was still full of romantic first love.
Seamus kissed Hermione's hand like a gentleman, which was certainly a surprise to say the least. "I had fun, Hermione. I wouldn't mind if we tried to...uhm...you know...go on a date...maybe sometime, if you don't mind that is?"
Hermione smiled. "I think I would like that, Seamus." She then moved forward and actually kissed Seamus on the lips. This was definitely a surprise to him because he felt rather lightheaded and somewhat dizzy.
Viktor held Holly in his gaze for what seemed an eternity. Each wanting to act but fearing what would happen if they did; finally, though, Holly experienced love's first kiss. It was tender and oh so sweet. 'The only problem was that it did not last forever,' Holly thought to herself.
Finally, I should mention Neville and Becky, who were constantly hugging and kissing each other ever since she left the bathroom. They were about as happy as happy can be,
"I thought that I had lost you tonight. First, I fainted like some idiot and then you told me to go away and..."
"Shush, you are very special to me, Neville Longbottom. I am sorry I put you through that. I was being a silly little girl," Becky said as she kissed Neville. "You are a kind, gentle boy who could never be an idiot in my eyes."
So ends the night for our young couples. Each will dream sweet dreams of endless possibilities. Ah romance is something that should be cherished for it has a magic of all its own.