Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... to his twin. Cedric took a seat in between Harry and Neville, while Daphne sat next to Susan, and Blaise and Luna on Daphne's other side. "Talking about our career counseling sessions," Harry informed them. Blaise looked interested. "Daphne and I had ours today as well. Went pretty well, I'm looking forward to dropping History and Astronomy." "What are you thinking of as a career?" Harry asked curiously. Blaise shrugged. "Possibly a Healer. Or maybe something with Gringotts. I'm taking the classes required for both, so hopefully I'll have a better idea in a couple of years." They all laughed. "I know what you mean," Harry said, still chuckling. "I'm debating between Auror and Curse Breaker, or Quidditch, though I might also consider getting a Mastery in Charms. Daphne, what about you?" The Slytherin Prefect smiled. "Potions Mistress," she said confidently. "Professor Snape said he has no doubt I'll succeed. As much as he praises Malfoy in class, he confided in me that if his father wasn't Lucius Malfoy, he wouldn't give the prat the time of day." They all laughed even harder at that. Daphne shook her head. "Something certainly changed him this term. He's been almost… human." Harry shared a look with Ginny. He knew that it had been his conversation with the man back in January, but he wasn't quite willing to tell the Slytherins, or Luna, Cedric, Fred, and George just yet. Not until he knew they had mastered Occlumency. Ron piped in next. "I was thinking about becoming an ...

... Auror too," he admitted hesitantly, looking at Harry. "Or maybe a professional Quidditch player, but I know how hard it is to actually get offered a spot on a team. I don't know if I'm good enough." Harry smiled. "I'm sure you've got a chance, Ron, just as much as I have. Just keep practicing." Cedric nodded. "Scouts usually come to various games throughout the year, to look for potential players. There's a good chance you've been seen by some of them this year. And you've got two more years. Who knows?" Harry looked over at his older friend. "Do you know what your plans are for after graduation?" he asked. "You guys are the ones who really needs to be worrying about this career stuff right now," he indicated the three seventh years in the room. Cedric smiled. "I've already been offered a job with the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Something about my dad working for the Ministry, my stellar grades, and, oh yeah, being one of the Triwizard Champions." The group chuckled, and offered the seventh year their congratulations, which he accepted with humility. Fred and George, of course, had grand plans to open up their own joke shop, something the group was already aware of; their owl order business was doing well, and, adding that profit to the money Harry had given them at the end of the previous school year, they felt certain they would be able to put a down payment on a location in Diagon Alley by the beginning of the summer. They already had a shop in mind, and it was ...