Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... so distressed and unlike the calm and put together Transfiguration Mistress, that Harry just nodded and gave her a light one armed hug, which she returned gratefully. Harry left to get dinner before he had to report for his first detention. He managed to wolf down some chicken and potatoes before saying goodbye to his friends and heading back to the Defense classroom. Umbridge was waiting for him with a sickening smile on her face. She gestured to the desk directly in front of her. "Have a seat, Mr. Potter. I've taken the liberty of setting up your desk. You'll be doing lines." Harry nodded slightly, feeling a knot in his chest loosen just a little. Lines weren't so bad. He took a seat, setting his bag down before picking up the rather large quill. Umbridge's smile widened. "You will be writing 'I will respect my betters'." Harry grit his teeth but nodded. "How many times?" he asked, forcing the words out and trying not to growl. "Oh, enough times for it to sink in," Umbridge replied sweetly. Harry could almost feel his jaw groan from the amount of pressure he was putting on it. Looking down at the parchment, he noticed another issue. "Professor, you haven't given me any ink." Umbridge's smile, if possible, got even more sickening. "You won't be needing any," she said. Harry didn't respond, and just nodded and started writing. As he completed the first line, a searing pain across his right hand caused him to pause. Before his eyes, the words he had just written appeared ...

... in blood on the back of his hand. They were only visible for a second, however, before they faded back into his skin, leaving the back of his hand just a little bit redder than before. "Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up at Umbridge's query, and shook his head, returning his gaze to the parchment in front of him. He wouldn't give the toad the satisfaction of knowing that he was freaked out. Across the bond, Ginny felt Harry's pain, and her own worry and fear spiked. She abandoned her Charms essay, sitting up straight. Harry, what's going on? Harry heard her, but he really didn't want her to know what was happening. I'm fine, Gin. I'll talk to you later tonight. While he spoke, his quill never wavered. Thanks to the Dursleys, he was pretty well equipped to handle pain, but that didn't mean he liked the fact that he was slicing his hand open over and over again. Ginny gasped. She barely even acknowledged the fact that this was the first time she had actually been able to see what was going on around Harry when they were in different places. A Blood Quill, Harry! Those are illegal, she can't just – I'm fine, Ginny, Harry replied firmly, not questioning her knowledge. Please, just leave it until I get back to the Common Room. He felt Ginny nod, though he knew she wasn't happy about it. Harry lost track of time, as he wrote line after line in what he knew to be his own blood. Finally, Umbridge called him up to her desk, which he did reluctantly. She tutted a bit, ...