Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... and he knew no more. _ _ _ Chapter 20 Disclaimer: don't own Percy Weasley wasn't an idiot. People may have called him a lot of things over the years, but unintelligent wasn't one of them. Ambitious, driven, determined. But not stupid. He knew he was being punished right now, and to be perfectly honest, he didn't quite blame them. A few years ago, things had looked so promising. He had graduated Hogwarts at the top of his class, twelve NEWTs, Head Boy, and gotten a job with in a prominent office at the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps he should have questioned things more when he started receiving instructions from his boss by mail, but he had just been so thrilled to be given such responsibility, that he hadn't second-guessed it. In hindsight, not the best idea. When it had been revealed that Mister Crouch had been murdered months earlier, and by his own son, whom he had smuggled out of Azkaban and kept under constant Imperius, Percy had found himself on the receiving end of quite an inquisition. Still, he had escaped relatively unscathed, and shortly after, found himself promoted to Minister Fudge's own office. Again, perhaps he should have questioned things. But he had been so excited. Someone was finally recognizing his brilliance, and rewarding him for it. Much better than his own family, who pranked him, and scorned him for his bookish nature. At least, that's the way he saw it. But maybe he had been too harsh to judge. He knew he wasn't the only smart one in his family. ...

... Bill had received the same number of NEWTs, and had been Head Boy as well. Charlie had focused more on his areas of interest, but had graduated near the top of his class, Gryffindor Team Captain, and all that. And even his younger siblings, he knew they were intelligent. They just all showed it differently. Sure, the twins joked around and barely scraped six OWLs and NEWTs between them, but he had taken a look around their shop – in disguise of course, lest they recognize him – and some of the work involved in creating those pranks was actually impressive. He had actually begun to wonder if they hadn't failed so many OWLs on purpose! Now that he thought about it, it did make sense, what they had done – Fred had taken the NEWT courses in Potions, Transfiguration, and Arithmancy, while George had done Charms, Ancient Runes, and Herbology. Together, they had covered the most important classes. As for Ron and Ginny… he knew his brother was a brilliant strategist. No one had lost to him at chess in years. Ginny had always been smart, and he knew she would succeed in whatever she attempted. So if they were all so intelligent, why was he the only one who was ostracized for it? What was so wrong with wanting to succeed? Perhaps it was because, of all of them, he was the only one who shoved it in their faces. He could understand, now, how they may have taken his studious nature. But he knew he was intelligent, and he knew he was destined for success. It was one of the reasons he hadn't ...