Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... inter-house group for all years, so I hope you'll all consider joining. We'll let you know when the first meeting is." Hermione nodded, as she wrapped up. "Now, it's getting late, and I'm sure you all want to settle in, so why don't you go up to your dormitories." The first years all scattered, and Harry and Hermione moved over to the chairs by the fireplace, where a group of students was gathered. It included Ron, Neville, and Ginny, in addition to several now second year students, and a few third years. Harry smiled at little Evan and Sheila, who were now proud to be second years. "Hey guys, how was your summer?" Evan grinned. "It was great," he chirped excitedly. "My parents were really pleased with my marks. They took me on holiday to France as a congratulations present." Harry nodded, his smile widening. "That's great, Evan." Sheila chimed in, talking about her own summer for a few minutes, before she paused. "We were wondering if you knew when the first DA meeting would be," she asked nervously. Harry shrugged, glancing at his friends. "We haven't really talked about it yet. This year it'll be a little more challenging, since we'll need to coordinate between the Quidditch practices as well. It might be easiest to move the meetings to the weekend. We'll talk about it with McGonagall, Flitwick, and the other leaders, and we'll put up a notice when we have a time." Evan and Sheila nodded, thanking them, before jumping up and returning to their friends. Harry shook his ...

... head, chuckling as he watched them run away. "Were we ever that energetic?" he asked rhetorically. Hermione looked like she wanted to say something, but Harry, looking at her, knew exactly what she was going to bring up, and held up one hand, as the other moved to rest across Ginny's shoulders, drawing her closer to him. "Don't answer that, Hermione," he admonished. His fellow Prefect simply smiled and shook her head, leaning closer to her own boyfriend, who copied Harry's movements, though not without a look of amazement that she was being so open with him in public. Hermione was usually a very reserved person, and limited their actions to pecks on the cheek or lips, and handholding, when in view of other people. Not that she went much further when they were alone, but he knew she was a cautious person, and wanted to take their relationship slowly. "So where do you think Hagrid was?" Neville asked. Harry bit his lip. "I don't know, but the fact that Dumbledore didn't say indicates that he probably doesn't want any attention drawn to his absence." Hermione nodded. "Most likely, he's doing something for… you know," her voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned in, "the Order. You told us about it, Harry. Remus and Sirius even told you who some of the members are. Did they tell you if Hagrid's involved?" Harry shook his head slightly, his voice just as quiet as he answered, "They didn't say anything specific about him, but they did give me a picture of the Order from the first war, ...