Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... to get my license." "Maybe you can help us then," Ron said. "I know I'm going to need all the help I can get." Hermione hurried to reassure her boyfriend that he would be fine, as Harry promised to help as much as he could, and they all buckled down to deal with the onslaught of homework they all had. XXX At the beginning of February, Harry received a summons from Dumbledore that set his hackles rising. What did the headmaster want now? The old man had been thankfully absent from his life lately, and Harry had been quite enjoying it. Saying goodbye to Ginny, he headed up to the headmaster's office, with her promise to monitor their conversation and get Minerva if she felt he needed his guardian's presence. Harry had figured out that Dumbledore always knew who was outside his office because they had to give the gargoyle the password. Since he was the Heir of Gryffindor, he didn't need to give the gargoyle anything, which was why the headmaster always seemed surprised when he entered the office. Indeed, Dumbledore looked up from his desk, startled, when Harry pushed the door open. "You wanted to speak with me, headmaster?" he asked neutrally. Dumbledore hid his surprise and smiled, gesturing for the teenager to take a seat. He forced himself not to scowl when Harry simply shook his head, preferring to stand. After a moment of silence, Albus spoke. "Yes, Harry. Thank you for coming. Lemon drop?" Harry grit his teeth but didn't speak, just shaking his head, as the only thing he ...

... could really think of saying at the moment was to tell the headmaster to use his proper title; first names were really only something used between friends, after all. He didn't think Dumbledore had earned that right, not anymore. But he didn't want to give away his ire, so he just remained silent. Dumbledore held in a sigh, and continued, hoping that he could get the teenager to understand. He knew there were issues between the two of them, but Harry had trusted him before, and he would again. He just needed to understand. "I wanted to speak with you, Harry, because I need a special task carried out, and I think only you could ensure its success." Harry did nothing beyond raise an eyebrow. When he didn't speak, Dumbledore continued. "I want you to get close to Professor Slughorn." "Why?" Harry asked reasonably. Dumbledore flummoxed for a moment. "It is not important," he tried to waive off Harry's concerns. "I believe Professor Slughorn would like to get to know you better, and I think you could benefit from becoming closer to the professor." Harry almost shook his head at the headmaster's idiocy. He couldn't believe the old man still thought he had any sway over what Harry did. Damn straight, Ginny's mental voice echoed in his mind. Now put the old man in his place and come back to the common room. Yes dear, Harry replied, amused. To the headmaster, he simply tilted his head to the side. "There's something I don't understand." When Dumbledore inclined his head in acceptance ...