Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

... for them to step away from their cauldrons, as he walked around and observed the students' work. The finished product was supposed to turn from a pale lilac color to clear. The colors in the class ranged from dark blue to purple, and Slughorn would peek in each cauldron and either nod or shake his head. He seemed to approve greatly of Daphne's potion, if the smile on his face was anything to go by. When he got to the last couple of tables, he smiled widely at Hermione's potion, which was a light purple color, clearly the furthest along he had seen. He gave Ron a nod at seeing his darker purple potion, before moving along to Harry and Neville. Neville's potion was about the same as Ron's, but Slughorn stopped immediately when he saw Harry's cauldron. "Ho, ho, what do we have here?" he grinned proudly. "By far the furthest along, Mr. Potter, it is clear we have a winner!" Harry grinned, feeling proud, as Slughorn handed him the bottle of Felix Felicis. His finished potion still had a slight purple sheen to it, but it was barely there. All in all, he figured he had been about three minutes ahead of Hermione. If they had had just a little more time, their potions probably would have looked the same. "Take fifteen points to Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, and for next week, everyone, a foot of parchment on the Draught of Living Death." Harry and his friends left the dungeons and headed up to the common room, talking about the lesson. They said goodbye to Blaise and Daphne as they left ...

... the dungeon, and then Susan as she headed off to the Hufflepuff common room, before they went up to Gryffindor tower. Harry waited until they were sitting in the sofas around the fireplace before they got into the more deep conversations about their new professor. "It was a good class," Hermione commented. "I wish I could have won, but your potion was very good Harry." Harry smiled and nodded his thanks. He had worked very hard to understand the process of brewing, and Potions had become a class he was quite talented in, now that he knew what he was doing. He bit his lip. "Slughorn seems to know what he's doing, but I still get this… feeling about him." Neville nodded. "Like he's always looking for an angle?" Harry glanced over at the Longbottom heir and nodded again. "He was a Slytherin, so I would expect him to be at least a little bit cunning, but everything Sirius told us, coupled with my own observations, tells me that Slughorn could be dangerous. I don't think he's evil, or in league with Voldemort, but I think he'd help out the wrong person for the right price." Hermione gasped slightly, and Ginny, who had arrived from Care of Magical Creatures shortly after they had returned to the common room, raised an eyebrow. "That sounds a little harsh," the redhead commented. Harry looked at her and shrugged. "It's just an assessment," he muttered. "Something about him just doesn't endear me to trust him. He reminds me a bit of Lockhart, riding on the coattails of other people's ...