Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... Ginny shook her head. "How did you do it?" Harry shrugged, concentrating to turn his arms back to normal. "I felt something almost like a fire in my chest. Before I knew it, wings." "Not helpful," Ginny commented. Harry chuckled. "Sorry," he apologized. He then glanced at his watch. "We're going to have to pick this up later. The others should be here soon." Ginny nodded, and stood up. Harry closed his eyes in concentration, and all around them, the room changed to a meadow. They had taken to using this location for their animagus practice, now that the majority of them had mastered their animal forms. Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Susan would spend the time playing, while Hermione and Ron worked on their transformation. Soon enough, everyone else had arrived, and they spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the open expanse of land. It really was amazing what the room could do, Harry mused as he, Neville, and Ginny played a strange game of tag while Susan watched, flying above them. An excited shout drew them back to Hermione and Ron shortly before supper. Hermione was beaming, the cat's arms and legs looking extremely odd on her human torso. Ron congratulated her with a kiss, squashing down the jealousy at her quick progress. He had still not managed to get passed two dog's arms, but Sirius had told them that, no matter what, their progress was amazing. It had taken him, James, and Pettigrew years to complete the transformation. XXX The days and weeks continued to pass, ...

... the fifth and seventh years now working late into the night, and most times, the early mornings, as the OWL and NEWT exams loomed even closer. Meanwhile, a notice had gone up on all the message boards in the house common rooms, listing meeting times for each fifth year to attend career counseling with their Head of House. Pamphlets appeared in the common room, with information for various jobs in the wizarding world. Harry had loaned his book on careers to several friends. He himself didn't know exactly what he wanted to do with his life; he had more than enough money to survive comfortably without having to work at all, but he suspected he would get rather bored very fast. Hermione spent hours poring over the information on various careers, going back and forth between at least ten different job possibilities. Neville knew he wanted to go for a Herbology Mastery, while Susan was seriously considering joining the DMLE upon her graduation, and Ron, like Harry, didn't really have a set idea. The fifth years all spent a good deal of time reading the pamphlets in the common room, when they weren't doing homework. The leaflets all made the jobs sound interesting, from 'have you got what it takes to train security trolls?' to 'so you think you'd like to work in muggle relations?' Harry hadn't been able to hold in the snort as he'd read that pamphlet over Hermione's shoulder. 'A passing grade in muggle studies and a good sense of fun'. "You need more than a good sense of fun to deal ...