Harry Potter: Sex Oriented Hogwarts

After almost half an hour, Ginny now outside with Hermione finally saw Lucifer, standing at the destroyed tent, "H-Hey-"

"Lucifer, Dad said you were sleeping in our tent tonight," Ginny had cut her off, having gotten over his outburst earlier.

In Hermione's mind, she'd just plotted a way to smother the girl in her sleep and get away with it.

"You won't have a problem...?"

"...Look, they don't have room in their tent, and you can't just expand the inside of them so easily like you can a Hogwarts classroom, so you don't have another way left except with Hermione and I," Ginny said blankly and entered the girls tent.

Something about that look gave him the slightest feeling that he should run; sleeping in the forest seemed like the safest option, oddly enough.

He looked at Hermione, who walked up to him, "Er... th-there are only two beds..." she wanted to share her bed with him, be the little spoon to his big spoon as she pushed her back into his chest, her butt into his groin.

She had to seriously get her hormonal thoughts under control, or she was going to permanently turn red in the face.

But alas, sharing a bed with him, 'why does it feel like it's gone ages...'

'So much difficult to just share the bed....after having done way more outrageous....Doesn't Lucifer want to sleep with me....?'

"Not to worry, my bed is still perfectly functional," Lucifer stepped over some debris and right up to his bed, wand out.

For some reason, he unconsciously avoided sleeping with Hermione, especially after that.....

"Reducio," he said and his bed, frame, and blankets all shrunk down to the size of a Quarter.

He picked it up and walked back to the girls tent, "make sure that it's safe for me to walk in, okay?"

"Okay," Hermione said, crawling into the tent. "You're good," she said from inside and he crawled in behind her.

He placed the bed in a spot it wouldn't be in the way, "Engorgio," he pointed his wand at the small bed and it came into its previous size.

"Lucifer, how - how are you able to do magic without fear of getting into trouble?" Ginny asked him.

"Because I'm not afraid of the people at the Ministry," he said and laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling of the tent.

"And, if for whatever reason either of you need me, don't hesitate to wake me up," Lucifer said and rolled over, thankful he had already used glamour charm on his body to remove any sign of blood or usage of knife.

But just in case, if he let out a groan while Hermione rested her face on his chest....

Lucifer was trying to ignore such an outcome of giving answers which he really didn't want to.

Hermione looked at his back, 'I always need you, Lucifer... I need you to keep me sane... to be able to sustain my own life, I need you.' 

"Goodnight," she said to them both.

"Night," he said from his spot on the bed.

"Night," Ginny said, and silence enveloped the tent.

After a few minutes, Hermione looked over at Ginny and saw she'd gone to sleep.

She looked at Lucifer and saw him twitching every now and then, 'I hope he isn't having a nightmare....' she thought and stood up from her bed.

Hermione walked over to him, and kissed his temple.

His body spasms calmed and she returned to her bed, falling asleep in no time, experiencing a truly romantic dream without any se.... actions for a change.

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Lucifer awoke after two hours of sleep; he had felt restless the entire two hours and barely got any sleep anyway.

He looked over to Hermione and Ginny, and they both looked sound asleep.

Regardless, he quickly removed his night clothes, put on casual Muggle clothing and sat outside on one of the logs around the unlit fire.

Arthur came out of the tent about twenty minutes later and looked ready to get out of there.

He woke up the girls after having woken up the guys and afterwards, he packed up the tents with Magic.

Lucifer stood in front of his tent once more, "Don't worry, when I go back to work I'll show them the state of your tent and you'll get reimbursed for the destruction of it. Anyone that had their tent destroyed will."

Lucifer just nodded and they left the campsite quickly after that.

Mr. Roberts, the Muggle and his family that were suspended by those Death Eaters, had a strange and dazed look about him.

He waved them off with a vague, "Happy Christmas."

He had to have his memory modified so much that this was a minor side effect.

They marched for the location of the Portkeys and found that there were many Witches and Wizards wanting away from there quickly.

Basil, the man who was the Keeper of the Portkeys, looked over at them, specifically at Lucifer.

After a quick talk with Arthur, Basil got them a Portkey quickly and allowed them to get out of there well before the sun was set to rise.

It was only after they used it that Lucifer realized why.

He was really beginning to hate this newfound fame which didn't rightfully belong to him, and he understood why Harry did as well with his own.

The one thing he didn't understand was why his fame was so much more than Harry's.

 'Is being the Last Living Descendant of Merlin more noteworthy than defeating Voldemort?'

They appeared back at Stoatshead Hill and began the march back to the Burrow.

The way back was much easier, so Hermione didn't have to bother him for another piggyback ride.

Although she was tempted to, just to be close to him.

As the Burrow came into view, a familiar cry rang out.

"Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!" The voice of Molly Weasley was heard from well over fifty yards, and that was because she had begun hurrying over to them when they came into view.

They still had at least Seventy more yards to walk towards the house.

Molly was holding a rolled up copy of the Daily Prophet and Lucifer could only assume it was about what happened last night.

"Arthur, I've been so worried - so worried!" Molly flung her arms around her husband.

The Daily Prophet fell limply to the floor.

Hermione read the headline: 

TERROR AT THE WORLD CUP; SAVED BY MERLIN'S DESCENDANT? 

And it was complete with a shot of both Lucifer with his wand aimed forward, firing a spell, 'Probably the Blasting Curse...' 

Hermione thought to herself, and a shot of the Dark Mark up in the sky.

The one thing Hermione didn't understand was the question mark at the end of the headline.

"You're alright," she heard Molly say as she went around, giving every one of them a hug, especially Fred and George.

"I shouted at you before you left!" She started sobbing as she hugged the Twins.

"It's all I've been thinking about! What if they'd got you, and the last thing I'd ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.L's? Oh Fred... George..."

"Come now, Molly, we are all perfectly okay... if it wasn't for Lucifer stopping that group, it could've been so much worse," Arthur said, prising her off the Twins and leading her back toward the house.

"The only ones that did get hurt was Bill and Percy, but their injuries are more or less healed up. Bill, can you hand me the newspaper? I want to see exactly what it says."

Bill picked it up and walked in behind his father, everyone else followed suit.

They all piled into the kitchen, except for Lucifer; Hermione didn't see where he went.

She'd follow him after she heard what the paper had to say.

In the meantime, she made a strong cup of tea for Molly to help calm her a bit, throwing in a shot of Fire Whiskey upon Arthur's suggestion.

"Let's see," Arthur said, opening it to the first page.

"Ministry blunders... lax security... Dark Wizards running unchecked... Lucifer Morningstar mercilessly kills former You-Know-Who followers....Who wrote this? Ah... of course... Rita Skeeter..."

"That woman's got it in for the Ministry," Percy said, fuming, "Last week she was saying we are wasting our time quibbling about Cauldron thickness, when we should be stamping out Vampires! As if it wasn't specifically stated in paragraph twelve of the Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans-"

"Do us a favor, Perce," Bill said with a yawn, "and shut up. But at least that confirms now who they were."

"I'm mentioned," Arthur suddenly said.

Hermione turned back to look at the door, missing the next bit of conversation.

Her attention was brought back once she heard Lucifer's name mentioned.

" -the supposed Descendant of Merlin was seen by a few Ministry Officials completely slaughtering the Dark Wizards, piling their heads on a stick, crushing their skulls, using a dangerous spell known as the Blasting Curse. If left unchecked, this supposed Descendant of Merlin could be our undoing- "

Arthur read, but suddenly stopped when the breaking of a mug was heard.

Everyone had turned to look and see that Hermione had crushed a mug in her hands, and was now bleeding.

She was visibly shaking with frustration, and when asked about it, she turned and left the kitchen to find Lucifer.

She walked up to their shared room and found him sitting on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands covering part of his face.

He looked up and saw the blood dripping from her hand.

"Hermione..." Lucifer stood up, wand in hand, and grabbed her wrist gently.

He lifted her arm and turned her hand palm upward.

He said nothing when he saw a few shards from the mug sticking out of her palm.

He gently pulled them out and began to use the basic spells he knew from the Book she had gotten for him, "I um... I-I won't be able to keep them from scarring..."

"It's okay," Hermione said as a few tears fell, "we'll be matching, in one sense," she said with a nervous laugh.

He couldn't help but give a bitter smile, "....Yeah" Lucifer looked at his arms, which were visible from the elbow down, and all the scars that could be seen.

Even using Glamour didn't work, Hermione just somehow could see right through it.....just like he previously suspected during that bath.

Lucifer slightly wondered how long Enochian spells last on his back to cover his blade marks.....before she will be able to see them too.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of asking how you got them unless you feel good enough to share it with me....."

But, now Lucifer was sure his wings won't be growing back in those places, "So... why was your hand bleeding, and why were there shards in your hand?"

"The paper... The Daily Prophet ... an article was written... you were mentioned... and not in a good way..." Hermione said, a spiteful undertone in her voice.

"I don't care what that damn paper says about me..." he trailed off a moment, "Do you think... Do you think I could... Never mind... I shouldn't ask," Lucifer said, stopping himself from asking.

"What is it?" She urged him.

"No, your hand is injured, it was foolish of me to even think to ask you," he said, looking at the wall behind her.

"Just ask me," she insisted, giving him a look that he actually couldn't read.

"I was just gonna ask for you to make me a cup of tea, but I'm not asking that because your hand is injured, I'll do it myself," Lucifer said, pocketed his wand, and stepped past her.

She followed him out of the room and down the stairs in time to see Arthur and Percy leaving.

"Mrs. Weasley," they both heard Harry, "Hedwig hasn't arrived with a letter, has she?"

"Hedwig?" Molly asked, distracted, "no... no, dear, there hasn't been any post at all."

Harry looked at Ron, Hermione, and Lucifer meaningfully for a moment, "Alright if I go and dump my stuff in your room, Ron?"

"Yeah... think I'll go help you," Ron said and looked at Hermione and Lucifer, "You both coming as well?"

"Yes," Hermione said, intrigued.

"I'll join you after I've made myself a cup of tea," Lucifer said and ventured into the kitchen.

Molly looked at Hermione, "Oh, let me take a look at your hand," she said, walking over to see that her hand was already taken care of, "Who did this?"

"Lucifer did," Hermione smiled, feeling her cheeks burn slightly.

"But - he's out of school - he's out of Diagon Alley-" Molly was not sure what to think.

"Well, I think if the Ministry had an issue they'd have already sent him a letter. They are usually fast about that sort of thing," Bill said, walking into the room.

Harry and Ron had since already gone to Ron's room, and Hermione turned to follow them.

She arrived and Harry was going to wait, but Hermione insisted he could quickly be brought up to speed.

"There's something I haven't told you yet," Harry said after the door was closed to Ron's room, which was in the attic, "On Saturday morning, I woke up with my scar hurting again."

Hermione had immediately begun to make suggestions, mentioning a number of reference books, and everybody from Albus Dumbledore to Madam Pomfrey.

Ron simply looked dumbstruck, "But - he wasn't there, was he? You-Know-Who? I mean - last time your scar kept hurting, he was at Hogwarts, wasn't he?"

"I'm sure he wasn't on Privet Drive," Harry said, almost scoffing at the possibility, "But I was dreaming about him... him and Pettigrew - you know, Wormtail. I can't remember all of it now, but they were plotting to kill... someone."

"You, Potter," Lucifer said, walking through the door, "Voldemort is obviously plotting to kill you," he disregarded Ron cringing from his use of the name.

"How long were you out there?" Hermione asked.

"I just came out, didn't even stop to knock. I could hear you all down the hall at the top of the steps," Lucifer informed them.

"So, Harry, why were you asking if Hedwig had come or not?" Hermione shifted gears, "Are you expecting a letter?"

"Well, I told Sirius about my scar hurting," Harry said, looking out of the small window in the attic, "I'm waiting for his answer."

"Good thinking!" Ron said, his expression clearing, "I bet he'll know what to do!"

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