Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... schedule. As Prefects, they would need to walk patrols in the hours between curfew and eleven o'clock. They split up Prefects, and each would patrol twice a week. Harry was pleased that the Heads were actually thinking, and didn't pair Malfoy or Parkinson with any Gryffindors. Some of the sixth and seventh year Slytherin Prefects were less hostile, but still aloof, though there were a few that would probably need watching, such as seventh year Montague, and sixth year Alexis Yaxley. Harry and Hermione had the first patrol on the train, and so they left to walk up and down the corridors for the next hour. They ended up running into several DA members, including a compartment full of new second years that included students from each house, and spent a few moments chatting with them, talking about their plans for the DA. They broke up a few fights, accepted congratulations from many friends on their appointment to Prefect, and returned to their own compartment an hour later, happy to be able to relax for the rest of the trip. Susan's patrol was next, so she left to go find her male counterpart, Justin Finch-Fletchley, though not before giving Neville a peck on the lips. Harry and Hermione told the others about the Prefect meeting, and Harry couldn't help but share his confusion over the Slytherin Prefects. "After the effort Blaise and Daphne put into the DA last year, I would have thought they'd be the obvious choice. They're already role models for the younger years," Harry ...

... mused. Ginny snorted. "Yeah, but Snape's the one choosing. Did you really think he'd go with anyone other than Malfoy?" Harry shook his head, disgusted. "I guess not, but it was nice to dream about, just for a few minutes, the idea that he could be unbiased." "Keep dreaming, mate," Ron said dryly. They moved on to other topics after that; Susan, returning from her patrol an hour later, had to conceal the eye roll as she entered the compartment to hear Hermione discussing OWLs and revision schedules. The others were all listening with polite interest, but it was easy to see that they weren't really invested in her speech. Harry finally managed to get her to move on to a different topic, and they spent the remainder of the train ride discussing the news – or lack there of – of Voldemort. Harry made sure to put up privacy charms, as they talked about Fudge's idiocy, and what Umbridge might do as his lackey over the school year. Malfoy and his goons stopped by shortly before they reached Hogsmeade. Harry discreetly took down the privacy wards as the Malfoy heir thrust open their compartment, sneering. "Potter," he scoffed. Harry remained calm, and didn't say anything, simply observing the Slytherin. Malfoy then turned his attention to the others. "Weasel, how does it feel to be second best, again?" Ron grit his teeth, forcing himself not to say anything even as he acknowledged the truth in Malfoy's words. "I think you should leave, Malfoy," Harry finally spoke. His wand was visible ...