Genetics • Sirius Black

Chapter Seventy Six: Got Turned On By Remus's Clavicle Once.

School had been going on for less than two weeks, and Freya Grey was sure she must have been gravely ill. Hot fevers. Aches in strange places. Dreams that left her sweating and drenched in other places. It was getting quite annoying since it was her final year at Hogwarts; she needed her N.E.W.T. scores to be ministry-worthy, and the Slugclub Dinner Party was sneaking around the corner, so she worried that her illness would get the best of her.

Naturally, she did what she did every time she was stressed. She researched. The health section of Hogwarts was imprinted into her mind, and she came up to some startling conclusions. One, she was a late bloomer and two, she needed to gather more information outside the academic.

Freya was resting back in the courtyard grass with Lily Evan at her other side. It was a gorgeous day, and the two girls decided to study outside to relish it.

Sweat beading on Freya's neck, she straightened her back and focused on the clouds. "May I speak freely?"

"Of course," Lily said, propping herself on her elbows.

Inhaling, Freya was not used to sharing her thoughts with others but had learned through Wolfsbane that collaboration could sometimes be helpful. Still, she struggled to get the words out. "Lily, I am not sure what is happening to me."

"What's wrong?" Worry pulled Lily to a sitting-up position.

"I am experiencing... prolonged side effects of ovulation."

Lily blinked in confusion, then remembered the conversation after she found Sirius on top of Freya. "Did you kiss Sirius again?"

"No," Freya answered quickly; she was not a heathen. Silence entered the air while Lily waited for her to continue. "I... have strong urges."

"Urges? Like sexual urges?" Slowly, Lily's eyebrows almost moved off her face. "You have sexual urges?"

"Unfortunately," Freya admitted bitterly.

"Towards who?" Lily asked eagerly, and Freya shot her a look. "Sorry."

Skipping past the question (to be honest, the answer was more than one person and occasionally multiple at the same time), Freya said, "I have been reading."

"Oh?"

"And the books in the library are not entirely helpful. I can list the chemicals involved in arousal, and at this point, I have most erogenous zones memorized, but the main and obvious solution appears to be sex, and that seems slightly out of the question. So, I am at a bit of a wall."

"Well..." Lily trailed off, and Freya looked at her curiously. "There's more than just sex."

"Is there a pill?"

"No, I mean you can get release other ways." Lily's cheeks turned pink speaking about it, but Freya had a genuine curiosity that almost made her laugh. "Freya, have you never... touched yourself?"

"Like masturbation?"

"Yeah." Finally, the laugh escaped Lily, and she relaxed on the topic a bit. "Maybe you just need some alone time with you... and your flower."

A pensive expression landed on Freya's face, and she nodded, "I'll consider it."

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Hogwarts was an odd place. Many things happening, from sexual awakenings to illegal potions making to terrorist groups' subsets planning their next strike. All easily explained by the fact that the seventh-year class was adjusting to a war-torn world and themselves. A simplified version of the story would have been to divide those experiencing crushes were separate from those planning genocide. Those soft, sweet adolescent moments were spliced from the dark moments of humanity.