The Burning Pen

A Looping of the Scales by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 48

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Chapter 48 ~ Disclosures

The next day was Saturday and Hermione once again set about cracking the tutorial whip over her fellow students. When it was time for Harry and Ron hour, she found that Ron didn’t show up.

”Where is he?” she demanded of Harry as if he had purposely hidden him.

”He’s working on his NEWT paper,” Harry replied. “Ron feels he doesn’t need your help for that.”

”He has more than Transfiguration NEWTS to worry about!” Hermione declared, incensed. “He could do that on his own time! Honestly. I could have penciled someone else in if I had known he wasn’t going to come. Wait until I see him!”

Poor Harry got the brunt of her wrath as she mentally pummeled him with the hardest questions she could think of, then drew up a schedule of strict study time, including the topics he had to focus on.

”I expect you to do better next session,” she said to him as he scampered away with a headache. Hermione could be harsh. She’d see Ron in about an hour for her scheduled free time.

Ron was in the dormitory, indeed studying. He’d received a package that morning and discovered Susan had sent it. It was a pictorial book entitled “More than You Ever Wanted to Know About Orangutans.” It contained facts and a great many photos of Orangutans as well as details about their anatomy.

Ron peered at the tiny, almost non-existent penis on one grinning, gap-legged orangutan.

”Bloody hell. You can hardly see it,” he breathed, his brow furrowed.

He was glad his form wasn’t perfect. That was absolutely embarrassing. Someone would have definitely called him a pea-dick if his attributes were the proper size for his ape form. Yes, great big nads were much better than what nature provided. Female orangutans must be either extremely easy to please or terribly, terribly frustrated.

Ron turned the page and noticed a little red star penciled next to a short paragraph, and a little note in neat handwriting from Susan in the margin.

It read: “You should see if you can do this. It might give you extra points despite the discrepancy in your anatomy.”

Ron blinked, read the paragraph, then blanched.

It was about homosexuality in male orangutans. They could retract their penises and make a cavity so another penis could enter. A very convenient ability if an ape swung the other way.

”Oh, hell no!” Ron hissed, slamming the book shut. There were fruity orangutans? Good Grindelows. Apparently, homosexuality was not a crime against nature. It seemed nature actually made accommodation for it, at least with orangutans.

Squicked as he was, it still had been nice of Susan to send him the book. He put it down on the bed and slowly stood up, thinking about the witch’s advice. Maybe he should see if he could—arrgh. Ron walked in front of the mirror and changed into his Animagus form. He looked at his huge dangling organ.

”There’s no way I can suck this in,” he thought to himself. He focused on his lower pelvic muscles, willing them to contract.

He stared at the mirror in ape-ish horror, then started screaming and whooping as he looked at the hole between his thighs. He ran, leapt up and started jumping on his bed, pounding it with his fists.

Harry ran into the room, having heard the ruckus and stared at the orangutan apparently having a temper tantrum.

”Ron! What’s wrong with—“

Harry stopped as Ron turned to face him, his eyes dropping to the hole in Ron’s loins. His big hairy balls were still there, but his penis was completely gone.

“Ron! Where’s your dick?”

The ape whooped, then his cock slowly appeared, pushing out of the hole like a turtle’s head slowly appearing from the dark depths of its shell. Harry looked completely disgusted as it flopped down between the ape’s legs as impressive as ever.

”Ack! That’s . . . that’s just unnatural, Ron!” he exclaimed as Ron changed back into human form. “What in the world made you even think about doing that? Ugh.”

”It’s doubly awful once you know why I can do it,” Ron muttered.

”Well, why can you?” Harry asked.

In answer, Ron handed him the orangutan book off the bed.

”Read page 58. The paragraph next to the red star.”

Harry flipped through the book, his green eyes shifting from left to right, a grin forming on his face. He looked up at Ron, smiling. Then, he fell over into his bed, dying with laughter, his hands folded between his tightly clasped legs in an attempt not to piss himself.

Ron scowled at him.

”It’s not funny, Harry,” he said darkly.

This only made Harry laugh harder. Ron could make a pussy in his Animagus form? Oh Merlin.

“It’s not that fucking funny, Harry,” Ron hissed at him again.

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An hour later, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were at the Quidditch pitch, Hermione browbeating Ron for not showing up to his tutoring sessions. Harry was grinning like the dragon who swallowed all the village virgins. He couldn’t wait to spring Ron’s newfound ability on Hermione and Ginny. He was just waiting for the right time.

”At least I was studying,” Ron said sullenly.

”But you have more to focus on than your Animagus form, Ronald,” Hermione told him. “You want to get good marks in everything, not just that! You could work on that during the week. Anytime! Not during your tutoring!”

”All right. All right. I’ll show up next time,” Ron muttered. “Now, stop badgering me, Hermione! You’re like a little dictator or something.”

”I am a dictator, at least until you set down for the NEWTS and don’t forget it!” she responded, scowling at him. Ginny grinned. They might not be going out, but Hermione was as bossy as ever when it came to Ron.

”Fine,” Ron said, wanting to defuse the situation.

”Actually, Hermione, Ron discovered something new about his form,” Harry interjected, Ron scowling at him blackly.

”Harry, don’t tell her,” he hissed but Harry didn’t listen.

”What?” Hermione asked curiously.

”Don’t tell her,” Ron said again, warningly this time. He pulled out his wand.

”He can re—“

”Silencio!”

Harry’s mouth worked but his voice was gone.

”Ron!” both Hermione and Ginny yelled at him as Harry pulled out his wand and pressed it against his throat.

”RON CAN RETRACT HIS PENIS AND MAKE A HOLE!” Harry’s voice boomed. He’d removed the Silencing spell and invoked the Sonorous spell that amplified his voice.

”Gods damn it, Harry!” Ron yelled, making a grab for him. Harry raced off, pursued by Ron who was firing stunners at the zigzagging wizard. Hermione and Ginny watched them, their mouths open.

”Did Harry just say Ron could suck in his penis?” Hermione asked Ginny to make sure she heard what she heard.

”Yes, I believe he did,” a voice purred. Both Hermione and Ginny started as they saw Severus hovering on his broom behind them. “But he didn’t just say it. His voice carried across the grounds quite nicely. If that was a secret, it isn’t any longer.”

Hermione and Ginny looked behind him and indeed, a few interested students were filing into the Quidditch pitch. Ron finally managed to tackle Harry and they began to brawl.

”An interesting ability,” Snape said, watching them roll around, grass and dirt flying everywhere. “I wonder what the significance is?”

”I don’t know,” Ginny said, watching Ron kick Harry in the arse and send him sprawling face first into the grass. “But apparently, Ron didn’t want anyone to know about it.”

”They’re so stupid,” Hermione said as Harry put Ron into a choke hold and they both fell to the ground. “Come on, Ginny. Let’s break them up before they really hurt each other.”

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Lavender saw Susan entering the girl’s lavatory on the first floor. She and Parvati were on their way outside to enjoy the day when the blonde witch grabbed her friend by the arm.

”Come on, I want to go to the bathroom,” she said, dragging Parvati along.

”But you just went before we left Gryffindor tower,” Parvati complained.

”Just come on, and follow my lead. I’m just going to wash my hands.”

”Ew,” Parvati hissed, looking down at the hand that clutched her arm.

Lavender entered the bathroom and started talking loudly. Susan wasn’t visible, which meant she was in a stall.

”Yeah, Parvati. Ron and I must have snogged for more than an hour last night in his room,” Lavender said to the surprised witch.

”What? You were snogging Ronald Weasley? I thought he asked Susan Bones out,” Parvati said, having no idea what Lavender was up to.

”Oh, yeah. About that. Ron told me he only asked her out so he could get food from her. He’s not interested in her outside of that. He said she’s too fat for him.”

Parvati scowled.

”He said that? That’s sounds dirty. Ron doesn’t come across like that to me, Lavender. He wouldn’t use someone that way.”

Lavender frowned at Parvati. She was ruining this.

”Don’t you think I know what he told me, Parvati? I’m not making it up,” she said loudly. “He doesn’t really like Susan. He just wants to take advantage of her cooking. He said he knew she’d say yes because no one wants her, but plans to dump her when school lets out. Then, we’re going to go out.”

Parvati frowned at her.

”Why would you want to go out with someone like that, Lavender? He’s horrible.”

”No he’s not. Susan should realize she couldn’t attract a wizard like Ron under her own steam. She should figure he’s after something. She’s not the least bit attractive. It’s her fault she’s so gullible, not Ron’s. I don’t blame him for taking advantage of her. Stupid is as stupid does.”

Lavender finished washing her hands with a smirk, then left the bathroom, followed by a scowling Parvati.

There was a flush, then the last stall opened and Susan emerged, her brown eyes glistening with unshed tears as she walked over to the sink and slowly washed her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror, and the unshed tears, shed, streaming down her cheeks as she felt her heart breaking.

Lavender had to be telling the truth. Why else would she have said those things?

Well, she knew what to tell that scheming Ron Weasley the next time she saw him.

To go stuff himself.

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Severus lingered around Hermione as Ron, Harry and Ginny played three-man Quidditch, Ron and Harry jostling each other roughly, and Ginny making points because they were acting so idiotic.

The wizard was leaning on the partition that separated the stands from the pitch, looking up at the three Gryffindors.

”Severus, I want to ask you some questions about what happened last night. About you hunting and killing that stag. I want to document it,” she told him.

”I’ve written it all down for you, Hermione,” he responded, not looking at her. “So you can read what happened at your leisure.”

”Oh,” she said shortly. She had really wanted to talk to him about it. “Did you—mount the stag’s head yet?”

Snape nodded.

”I petrified it permanently. It will keep,” the wizard said. “It’s mounted on the wall above the fireplace. I plan to leave it there when I leave Hogwarts, just like I plan to leave the memory of James Potter behind. It will be my closure.”

There was yelling and Hermione pulled out her wand to save Ron as he plummeted toward the earth, having been knocked off his broom by an evilly grinning Harry. He slowed and landed not too gently on his arse, shaking his fist at Harry as his broom dropped a few yards away. Hermione put her wand away and looked at Snape

”You gave me the Duplicus spell,” she stated. Snape nodded again.

”Why?”

Now Snape looked at her, his dark eyes sober.

”Because of what you said. I decided you were right and I shouldn’t have attempted to manipulate sex out of you. I had already shown you the spell and—and thought I’d just give it to you, to even out the duel a bit and to show you that—that—“

He faltered.

”That what, Severus?” Hermione asked him.

”I don’t know,” he responded sullenly, mounting his broom and kicking off.

He zoomed up to join Harry, Ginny and Ron, snatching the Quaffle from a surprised Ginny in passing. She pursued him immediately, grabbing at his billowing robes as he flew toward the goal and pitched it through.

”One point for me,” he purred at the witch.

”That was dirty Quidditch,” Ginny seethed as Ron and Harry chased the Snitch.

Snape just smirked at her and flew off after Ron and Harry, joining the chase.

Ginny hovered, looking at the slowly falling Quaffle, then decided that catching the Snitch would be more fun. She joined the boys.

Hermione watched Snape race around the pitch with her three friends thoughtfully. His giving her the spell was some kind of gesture. It was just the nature of the gesture she wasn’t sure about. What did it mean, really?

For a situation that wasn’t supposed to be complicated, it certainly was starting to become at least—complex...

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