Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... practical; his finished potion looked exactly like it should. He even received a nod of approval from Snape, who had been watching the exam, not having an end of year exam to administer that afternoon, as he left the Great Hall. On Tuesday, Harry and his friends had Care of Magical Creatures, where they had to answer questions on various creatures, and demonstrate the proper handling of a bowtruckle, identify a knarl, and feed and clean a fire crab, amongst other tasks. Ron and Neville had to sit their Divination exam on Wednesday morning, while the others had the day off, before they all headed up to the Astronomy tower for that exam in the evening. Harry tried his hardest to remember the locations of the stars and planets, to fill in his chart, but he knew he had made a few mistakes. Hopefully nothing too severe, but he doubted he had achieved more than an E, and he would be surprised if he got that. It wasn't too important, he knew, as he wasn't planning on continuing with the class next year, but he wanted to do well. He didn't want to let his guardians down. Finally, it was Thursday, and the last day of exams. They had the morning off, as none of them were taking Muggle Studies, so all they had to do was get through the afternoon's History of Magic exam, and they were done. Three hours of trying to remember names and dates, important legislations and wars. Harry knew he had done better than he would have, had he not read through all those books Minerva and Sirius had ...

... bought him over the last couple of years. Books on Magical History that included subjects other than Goblin wars. Honestly, he didn't know why Binns had felt the need to spend five years talking about Goblin wars. It could all be summed up in one sentence: both sides fought, people and goblins died, treaties were made and then broken before the ink dried. The only things that changed were dates and the names involved. The books he had read were so much more interesting. He doubted he did too well, but he was fairly confident that he had at least passed. And despite the constant prickling in his scar, and his tiredness, when Madam Marchbanks called for them to put their quills down, Harry couldn't help but throw up a cheer with the rest of the class. He met Ginny outside, and she immediately dragged him off with an apologetic look at the rest of their friends, who were watching rather bemusedly. She didn't stop until they were in the fifth year boy's dormitory. She then proceeded to push him onto his bed, following closely behind. She wrapped her arms around him, and felt him burrow into her side. Just relax, Harry. Exams are over, and you are going to get some sleep. Now. Harry chuckled through his tiredness. Yes dear, he replied sleepily. He had thought it might take some time to fall asleep, given how hard it had been for the last few weeks, but surprisingly – or maybe not – in Ginny's arms, he was out within seconds. Ron and Neville came up a couple of hours later, to find ...