Harry Potter Promise NR.9 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.9

... Chaser – Sheila Walters Beater – Seamus Finnegan Beater – Geoffrey Hooper Keeper – Evan Harrison Seeker – Dennis Creevey Sheila and Evan both made their way over to Harry and thanked him, to which Harry just shook his head. "Hey, you guys are the ones who earned it. Don't thank me, I just picked the best ones for the team." The two third years beamed and went to find their friends. Ron raised an eyebrow. "Didn't they both try out for seeker last year?" Harry looked over and nodded. "I think Evan prefers keeping, maybe you could give him some pointers?" Ron shrugged noncommittally, and Harry sighed. "As for Sheila, I think deduced that she might get more playing time as chaser, at least until I graduate. And Dennis is just better at the position than her. She makes a good chaser, who knows? Maybe she decided she likes that position better. Come on, we should shower and get changed." They all agreed and headed up to their dorms. After breakfast, Hermione settled herself at a table in the corner of the common room, doing some sort of work – not that anyone felt brave enough to ask. It couldn't be homework, since Hermione would never leave her work to Sunday. Ron joined her shortly, because he would leave his homework until the last day of the weekend. Neville left soon after that, and if Harry had to hazard a guess, the Longbottom heir was off to find a certain Hufflepuff. He and Hannah Abbott seemed to get on quite well after their date in Hogsmeade last term. Harry knew that ...

... Susan was a little jealous, but she was trying to be supportive of her two friends. With all their friends busy, Harry and Ginny disappeared to the Room of Requirement for the day, where they spent some time talking about a good point Harry had brought up at the end of the last term. Namely, what had happened to Voldemort in 1981. Harry sighed. "I don't know why, but I feel like this could be the key to defeating him, once and for all," he admitted as the two cuddled on a sofa in a passable representation of the common room. Ginny nodded. "He must have done something to stop himself from dying that day. The question is, what?" Harry shrugged. "We should look into ways to cheat death. But somehow, I doubt we'll find any answers in the Hogwarts library." "Maybe we should check your library at Potter Manor?" Ginny suggested. Harry bit his lip. "Perhaps," he agreed. "Though I think the Black library might bear more fruit. That family is more likely to have books on the darker side of magic, and unfortunately, I think that's probably where we'll find our answer." Ginny growled. "Why couldn't this be easy?" she huffed. "What are the chances that we'll be able to sneak off to Grimmauld Place?" Harry's eyes sparkled mischeviously. "That sounds like a challenge," he grinned. "We'll come up with something. Maybe we'll get a chance over Christmas. In the mean time, we'll do some research here, and see what we come up with." Ginny nodded. "We should tell the others though," she suggested. ...