Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... fellow Prefect, as she began to worry about some mistake she knew she had made on the Ancient Runes exam. Hmm?" Hermione asked, breaking off midsentence. "Please stop talking," Harry said firmly. Hermione looked offended, and Harry shook his head. "I know how much you love going over exams, but please, just let us relax for now. It's over, there's no point worrying about mistakes. All you're doing right now is stressing yourself, and us, out." Hermione looked around, and saw her friends nodding, some more amused than others. She huffed, annoyed, but dropped the subject willingly, as they finished their meal. Talk turned more to the end of term, and the summer. Harry invited Blaise and Daphne to join them at McGonagall Castle any time, either to join their Defense lessons, or just to hang out. "I spoke with our tutor in Occlumancy, and he said he'd be willing to come by and test your defenses the week after school lets out. I'll set up a date with him, and let you know." The two Slytherins nodded. "What about payment?" Blaise asked, knowing that a Master of the Mind Arts would probably require payment for his tutelage. Harry shrugged with one shoulder. "We didn't discuss that, but if there are any fees, I will pay them." Daphne shook her head. "We can pay, Potter. I told my father I was learning Occlumancy, and he thought it was a brilliant idea. He would be more than willing to pay for a tutor." "My mum as well," Blaise agreed. Both Slytherins looked so resolved that Harry ...

... knew it would do no good to argue. They finished their meals before leaving the Hall and separating for various evening activities. With a smile and a wave, Harry and Ginny left their friends to spend some time together, alone. They wandered the corridors for a while, talking through their bond. It was nice for them to relax after a rather strenuous year. They were turning a corner to head back up to the Gryffindor common room, when their evening got a lot worse. Malfoy was waiting at the other end of the hall, sneering at the pair. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, acting the part of bodyguards, just like they had for the last five years. "Potter," the Malfoy heir sneered. "And Weaslette. How touching." Harry sighed internally. He had so been enjoying Malfoy's low profile over the term. Clearly, it was because the git had been saving up for something. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked, the tone of his voice weary. He would ignore the prick, but they were standing in the way of their path back to the common room. Malfoy's sneer deepened. "You've got a lot to answer for, scar face. Because of you, I lost my badge. And you got the Black inheritance. That position belongs to me!" Harry snorted, shaking his head. "Not in your life, Malfoy. Sirius is the Lord Black, and it's to his discretion to name an heir. Why in the name of Merlin you thought you had a shot is beyond me." Malfoy glared, his voice lowering to a hiss as he responded. "You'll pay, Potter. The Dark Lord will ...