The Yule Ball, Revised Pt 5

Note: This is a work of fanfiction, not anything else. All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. This was originally published on fanfiction.net under my penname of TheTruthIsInsideOfYou. 

The morning dawned with a bitterness Harry had never known at Hogwarts. He snuggled deeper into the duvet on his four poster bed.  He heard Ron snoring, which meant that he was now returned from Madam Pomfrey.

“Joy” Harry muttered, groaning as the loud snores punctuated the quiet dorm. He decided to make the best use of his time and go for a walk to the kitchen to get some tea before he found Hermione to convince her to work on the egg clue with him. He still had no idea what was the clue referred to as it sounded like screeching every time he opened it.

He walked down the staircases and was nearly to the Great Hall when a familiar voice stopped him.

“Harry!” Cedric Diggory called after him trying to catch up.

“Yeah mate?” Harry asked as he turned around.

“I owe you, for the dragons,” before Harry could cut him off Cedric put up his hand and continued, “have you tried to work on your egg? Does it wail when you open it?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied starting to feel confused, “why?”

“Well… take a bath with it.”

“What?”

“Just do it…Tell you what, use the Prefects bathroom. Password’s ‘Pine Fresh’.” Cedric turned around and walked off in the vague direction of the dungeons.

“Use the Prefects bathroom?” Harry muttered, “What kind of a clue is that?”

He continued walking into the Great Hall and sat down, pouring a cup of tea and grabbing a few rashers of bacon and toast. He pondered the hint that Cedric had given him. ‘Perhaps he’s fooling with me?’ he thought but quickly reconsidered. ‘Cedric isn’t that type of person though.’

He sipped his tea, trying to think of why the egg would need to be in a bath. His only possibilities were cooking related and he couldn’t think of what that would have to do with the Tournament though. His mind flashed to creatures that lay eggs, but none came to mind. He was clueless. Well not clueless, but he had no intelligent idea yet.

His thoughts stopped as he felt someone sit down beside him.

“Morning Harry” Hermione’s voice called to him sleepily.

“Good Morning Hermione” Harry replied, turning to face her. He gave her a goofy smile and kissed her.

“So Cedric told me something interesting this morning. I’ll explain when you’re finished with breakfast.” Hermione gave him an interested look then turned her attention to the table.

“I just wish that house elves didn’t make all this food.” She sighed, trying to figure out how to convince them slavery was wrong. Harry shook his head in amusement. Hermione would never drop something once she started it.

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“So let me get this straight. He told you to take a bath in the Prefects bathroom with your egg.  That’s his way of repaying you for telling him about the dragons.”

Harry nodded his head for what seemed like the umpteenth time during his conversation with Hermione.

“I think it’s worth a shot. I have no other ideas. It just makes a horrible screeching every time I open it. I’m stumped.”

“And just when were you planning on going to the Prefects bathroom?” Hermione asked

“Tonight. I’ll use the Marauders Map and go under the invisibility cloak.” Harry stated definitively.

“So you’re going to sneak out alone at night with no one to help you and break into the Prefects bathroom?” Hermione asked emphasizing the break in part.

“Err… Yeah? But it’s not breaking in if I have the password is it?” He spoke this as he ran his hand through his already messy hair.

“Idiot.” Hermione stated seriously, but with a smile on her face. “Do you ever think about what would happen if someone caught you in there? At least get someone to be your lookout.”

“Well I don’t think anyone would be come to the bathroom at night? So I wouldn’t get caught.”

Hermione laughed at her boyfriend. “Come here.” Harry scooted to sit right next to her. “Yeah?”

“No one is around right now. Most of the older students are spending time with their dates at Hogsmeade, so you could go right now with a genius friend of yours and try to figure out the clue.”

Harry grinned, “So you want me to go get Neville and take a bath with him? I didn’t know you liked that kind of thing Hermione.”

Hermione blushed and pushed Harry, “I meant me silly boy.”

Harry grinned even wider before replying “So you want to take a bath with me? You just had to say it Hermione, you didn’t have to pretend to help me on the egg.”  Hermione groaned.

“Just get ready…” Hermione turned and went up the stairs into the girls dormitory.

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“It’s clear, now come on.” Harry whispered and slipped the cloak on him and Hermione. They exited the empty classroom and walked towards the bathroom. He held the Marauders Map to his face and again looked. No one was near this corridor.

“Pine Fresh” he whispered at the door. It swung open, revealing an ornate bathroom, bigger than any Harry had ever seen.

“So this is the Prefects Bathroom….” Harry trailed off, “it’s almost worth becoming a prefect for this alone.”

Hermione shook her head muttering something that sounded vaguely like boys. Harry looked around and spotted a picture of a mermaid on the wall. She seemed to be asleep right now. He ran to the taps and turned every single one on, filling the room with different smells, size bubble and colors.

Hermione shook her head, watching his ridiculous antics and slipping her clothes off.

“Come on Harry, we need to get started on this clue.” She jumped into the bath, which was more like a pool and swam a few lengths before returning to the side of the pool. Harry just stood there, entranced by Hermione. He had never seen her in a swimsuit before. He’d never really seen her wear much other than her uniform, really.

“Umm… yeah we should.” Harry fumbled for the egg, but his wet hands slipped and it fell underwater, opening.

“Damn,” Harry cursed, “I’ll get it then.” He crouched down, and stuck his head underwater. The egg wasn’t screeching anymore. Now it was singing. It was singing! Harry nearly swallowed mouthfuls of water in trying to tell Hermione. He came up, coughing, nearly choking, and wildly gesticulating.

He spit out another mouthful of water. “The egg; its singing!”

“Singing?” Hermione asked, still not sure if Harry was all right. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, come listen to it.” Harry ducked underwater again.

There was a chorus of voices, singing eerily.:

Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching, ponder this:
We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour – the prospect’s black
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.
”*

Hermione looked at him, and then broke the surface. She was already repeating the clue.

“We cannot sing above the ground…That sounds like merpeople.”

Harry looked at her, “There are merpeople in the lake?”

“Honestly, have you ever read Hogwarts, A History?”

He just shook his head. So there were merpeople in the Black Lake and they would take something valuable to him. An hour to look and find it or it wouldn’t come back. What did he have of value? His Firebolt? But soon another thought struck him. One more terrible than all his others.

“Err… We may have some trouble Hermione. I don’t know how to swim that well.”

“Well that can be fixed with lessons my dear. The bigger problem is how to breathe underwater for an hour.” Hermione replied worriedly. This task could be a bigger problem than he thought, than they thought. “I wish you didn’t have to compete in this tournament. I’m worried about you.”

Harry was so deeply in his thoughts he almost didn’t hear what Hermione said, but the tone got him. He floated over and stuck out his arm.

“Come here.” He pulled Hermione to him, “This Tournament won’t beat me. I won’t let it. Plus, I’ve got the brightest witch of the age on my side.”

Now Harry was enjoying Hermione’s presence until he noticed she was pressed up against him. Her very feminine body was there. He squirmed a bit, trying to make sure he wouldn’t involuntarily do anything surprising to her. Hermione looked up at Harry and leaned in toward him.

“Promise?” she whispered

“I promise.” Their lips met in a kiss and it was a few hours before they emerged from the room with mad grins on their faces.

*From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire US Paperback Pg 463.

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