Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... having been any Quidditch at all. Minerva was crying with joy as she held up the cup to the roaring approval of the Gryffindors, and the polite clapping of the other three houses. With Quidditch over, most now had no excuse to avoid studying for their elusive exams. First through fourth, and sixth years only had to worry about the end of year exams, however, the fifth and seventh years were reaching a new level of panic, Hermione in particular, though Harry did his best to calm his friend down. She stayed in the common room, studying, for hours after everyone else had gone to bed, and would be up before everyone else. She even stopped going on their morning runs, insisting that that time could be better put towards revision, until Harry took her aside and told her that keeping in shape was just as important. Exam grades mattered, but being able to fight without becoming winded or tired out might mean the difference between life and death. He then, in the nicest way possible, told her that if she didn't start getting more sleep, she would most likely do even worse on her exams, and make mistakes due to her tiredness. At least he told her off in private, she mused, as she watched him walk away. As much as she hated to admit it, he was probably right. Hermione cooled off a little after that, something the entirety of Gryffindor was pleased about – even those who weren't studying for their OWLs or NEWTs. Hermione had taken to telling off anyone who made any noise above that of ...

... a whisper in the common room. Yes, the entire House was happy to see her mellow out a little. She even apologized to the first and second years, who had been the most upset at her scolding. She was a Prefect, leader of the DA, and had been a great role model for them over the year, and there were a couple who had been in tears after her reprimands. By the end of May, many of the fifth and seventh years were ready to crack. The professors had officially abandoned homework now, in favor of revision. Hannah Abbott had broken down in Charms, crying that she was too stupid to learn anything, and wanted to leave school, and had to be taken to Madam Pomfrey for a Calming Drought. Fortunately, thanks to the guides the professors had handed out in the DA back in January, the students had been focusing on their trouble areas, and most felt relatively prepared, though it didn't stop them from being nervous, by any means. June brought with it beautiful weather, and yet the grounds were nearly empty, as students crammed into the library, DA lounge, and common rooms, studying. At breakfast on the Friday before the exams were set to begin, the Heads of Houses descended on their respective tables, handing out schedules. The exams would be administered over the course of two weeks, with the fifth years taking the Great Hall, while the seventh years would be tested in several magically expanded classrooms in another part of the castle. Harry looked over the schedule with his friends, worrying ...