Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... boyfriend a kiss. I'm so proud of you, Harry. You truly deserve this. You're a leader, and McGonagall recognizes that. Harry nodded slightly, smiling. Thanks, Gin. Everyone studied their own letters for a few more minutes. Susan also received congratulations on her own Prefect's badge, and the six went off to work some more on their animagus transformations. No one had seen any change, though Harry thought he felt something when he tried to change his fingernails into claws a few days before. Nothing had happened, but he felt something stir within him. That evening, after everyone had left, Sirius came into Harry's room to find him reading the book Cedric had given him for his birthday. He smiled and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, pup, do you mind if we talk for a few minutes?" Harry looked up, his concentration broken. "You know, pup doesn't really fit for me anymore. My animagus form is a panther." Sirius didn't say anything, and Harry furrowed his brow, taking in his godfather's nervous expression. He straightened up, setting the book aside. "What's up, Padfoot?" Sirius bit his lip. "You know how Amelia and I have gotten really close over the last year, right?" Harry grinned cheekily. "So that's what they're calling it these days?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Watch it, pup." He smiled slightly, and continued. "I really like her, but I want to make sure that you're all right with it." Harry nodded, leaning forward. "Amelia's great, Sirius," he said sincerely. ...

... "You two are good together." He raised an eyebrow of his own. "Now, what's this really about?" Sirius took a deep breath. "I want to ask her to marry me," he informed his godson bluntly. He was surprised when Harry didn't seem to be. Harry just shrugged. "When?" he asked curiously. Sirius bit his lip. "I was thinking Christmas," he mused, before he shifted in his seat. "Are you all right with this, Harry?" Harry nodded immediately. "I want you to be happy, Padfoot." He looked down briefly. "Does this mean you're going to move out?" Sirius sighed and took Harry's hand in his own. "You know I'll always be there for you, Harry. We're all growing up I guess, even me." Harry smiled a little at Sirius' light tone. "I will have to discuss it with Amelia and Susan, but I'm much more inclined to move to their home, than bring them back to Black Manor. You've seen the place, and even though Kreacher's cleaned it up a bit, it's still depressing. To be perfectly honest, I really don't want to worry about it – not too many good memories, you know?" Harry nodded. He did know, after all. Sirius smiled. "If it weren't for Order meetings being held there, I wouldn't have bothered getting it cleaned out at all. No matter what, though, I'll just be a Floo call away." He looked down, nervously. "All this is really just speculation right now, anyway. I haven't even asked her yet." Harry grinned. "You know she'll say yes. How could she refuse you?" Sirius preened, before he deflated and ruffled ...