"Good afternoon Luna." he greeted, while the Gryffindor merely gave her a nod.
The Ravenclaw smiled, before she walked around the table the two were sitting at, her hand casually brushing against the back of Hermione's neck, sending shivers down her spine and forcing the older girl to bite her lip in order to stifle her reaction. Seconds later the blonde took a seat next to her 'target'.
"So my Lord, I have a question."
"Yes Luna?" he inquired as his attention returned to the paper he was finishing up on.
"Do girls taste differently?"
That had both of the two older teens staring up at the excitable younger girl.
"What?"
"Taste, I mean I assume we all do. Like always figured I would taste really sweet while Ginny would be a bit more mild."
The boy-who-lived blinked a few times, before organizing his thoughts into the most obvious question he could think of, "When you say taste…"
"When you are eating us out obviously. I have thought about doing a research paper on it for the Quibbler but it would be very difficult for me to do so without first-hand experience and since you seem to have the most knowledge…"
By now the other conversations in the Slytherin Common room had stopped, and Hermione had already turned bright red.
"Luna that isn't…"
"I know you have tried at least five of us but that isn't really a good number for my research. Do you think you could taste Pansy and Daphne in the next few months? We should definitely find a few Hufflepuffs as well, there could be arguments made for each House's members having a unique flavor as well. If it is popular enough I think a broader article on sex skills would be an appropriate follow up, do you think Gryffindor or Slytherin would be better at performing oral sex?"
" Luna" he interrupted with a bit of tension in his voice, "that isn't… appropriate."
Hermione had to give the girl credit, the confused look she followed with even had her fooled.
"Whatever do you mean? Do you not like being with us?"
"Of course I…"
"And we like being with you."
"Yes but…"
"So what is the problem?"
Somewhere along the line Harry Potter began questioning when he began losing the conversation to the young girl, and what that would mean for the rest of the school year.
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Bartemius Crouch Junior, disguise as Mad-Eye Moody, took one more look around the empty hallway, before darting inside his chamber at the school and locking the door behind him.
The boy knew, the bloody boy-who-lived bloody knew who he bloody was.
"Bloody hell…" he muttered, before pouring himself a rather strong drink. After that he needed something far stronger than Polyjuice. He had spent the entire remaining hours of the day on constant alert for any hint of a trap or attack, but nothing came.
Dumbledore hadn't done any 'surprise inspections' there wasn't any sudden Auror presence, hell he hadn't even been followed by the other professors. Had the boy truly not informed anyone of his discovery?
"No, no they must just be waiting… perhaps they know of my plans already, of his plans… no that can't be right either ." The man muttered as he began pacing, while doing the occasional shot of burning alcohol.
In this slightly inebriated state he came to his answer, "The boy doesn't think I'm a threat… he thinks he can deal with me like the other rumors. Yes, that must be it, he thinks that just because he got lucky a few times that I'm not a threat to him, well I'll show him. I'll show them all! He has no idea what he is ignoring with his own stupidity, but he will, oh he will know. When my master arises once more all will understand and despair."
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