A/N: So sorry for the long update. I've been busy! Honest! http://www.firewhiskey.net I've been working on that site. Myself and a friend are making our own website =)
Anyway, in this chapter is my first ever smut scene - I did my best, enjoy.
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He gently lowered himself down her body, trailing kisses along the side of her stomach. Stopping to lick the outer edges of her belly button, before kissing her navel he gently pushed her legs wider bowing his head and began to gently blow on her sex.
He began to lick his way around the edges of her labia, each lap he gently nibbled on her clit. She began to buck several times, and used her legs to hold him where he was, trying to coax him into being more forceful.
Finally giving in, he hissed in Parseltongue. His tongue moving rapidly with vibrations along the prepuce, then down, and back up - stopping mid way to once again nibble on her clit. She started to moan more frequently as she breathlessly moaned his name. Every single time he heard it, it fueled him to go faster than before. She finally screamed his name; her tangy juices met his tongue. He smiled, gently lifting himself back up. Her breath was brisk, but it quickly became lethargic as shudders wracked her body. He kissed her hard, noticing her lustful expression when tasting herself on his lips. He ran his hands through her brown hair, captivated in her equally brown eyes he lowered himself, his erection lightly pressed against her.
***
"Harry! Wake up!" Ron yelled
Startled Harry's head bolted upward smacking his head on the window sill. He rubbed his head before he looked at Ron.
"I hate you." He said grimacing
Ron slightly confused, took that he didn't mean it because he hit his head, shrugged his shoulders, and went to leave the room.
"Mum, said breakfast is ready." He said excitedly before closing the door.
The back of Harry's head hit the pillow as he collapsed back onto his bed. He noticed that for once, he felt great. There was no sand in his mouth, it felt wonderful. His chest felt relaxed, it seemed easier to breathe, and his throat was now if not fully, almost healed.
***
The ministry had set aside a whole week for witches and wizards to mail who had intentions on going to Diagon Alley. They split everyone into seven groups, one for each day, to keep the crowds as small as possible. Needless to say when news traveled that Harry Potter was returning to school, many parents had allowed their children to return, so seven large groups would be protected by ministry aurors. The residents of Grimmauld Place got stuck on hump day, Wednesday. While some of the parents didn't like it, because it interfered with work, everyone else didn't mind too much.
Harry made his way downstairs for his breakfast. Remus looked at him coldly before offering him some coffee which he refused profusely.
"Now really Remus; you know I didn't like coffee the first time, and second of all it's not like she knew that it was Wormtail! So stop being so surly."
Remus' eyes narrowed before replying, "Sorry, Harry. I just really wanted to kick him or something."
He trailed off about various tortures he could've done, Harry only looked at the werewolf for a few seconds before feeling slightly off at the more gruesome things Remus had in mind and made a note of never to get on his bad side; transformed or not.
Of course, the day before their trip to Diagon Alley, their Hogwarts letters arrived. They had the news of becoming Head Boy and Girl in the letters for Harry and Hermione. Of course they already knew, so they acted surprised.
Hermione spent most of the afternoon scouring over books, making sure she was Head Girl material. A soft knock interrupted her and she looked up and noticed who did the knocking.
"Hey." Harry said cautiously, not really sure if she should interrupting Hermione while she was reading.
"Hey," she said brightly, "come, sit down."
Once Harry sat down, and after a brief silence, they both started talking at the same time, and subsequently offered the other to go first. Harry being his stubborn self, won with a casual remark of `Ladies first'. Hermione didn't really know where to start, so she started with her favorite subject.
"You know that book, you let me read the night I came here?" she asked tentatively
He sighed, "Yes."
"Well, I've done some research and I think I've figured a way to stop it."
"Me too." Harry said
"Really? Well, I've found that love is the answer. You need someone you love to think about during times you feel… rebellious I suppose."
"That's fairly close to what I've found - but I'm sure you've got the gist of it."
"No, no! What's your theory?" she asked
"Nah, it doesn't matter." He replied
Hermione wanted to argue, but found she asked another question. "Who helps you the most, then?"
Harry smirked playfully, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Hermione threw her quill at him as he left the room.
***
"Harry! Get a move on mate! Mum is going to kill us if we take any longer!" Ron exclaimed
Harry was starting to get frantic he was running about the house gather bits and bobs of his. Of course he spent way more time than he would've liked getting Amy, who was large for obvious reasons safely into one of the cars. Then to top if off, Hedwig, for the first time Harry ever remembered was acting a bit oddly. He finally convinced her to fly to Hagrid with a note asking about her behavior.
The ministry had set up 10 shacks protected by anti-Muggle charms for students to Floo into. Each shack was heavily guarded by ministry aurors. It would also be the reason why Harry Potter missed another sorting. Of course anyone who owned a snake familiar was evil - so he was held back while everyone else went on the train.
Harry was hauled off to the ministry with Amy who had to be carried because she was much too slow digesting her latest meal. Harry was only released after Professor McGonagall let everyone know of her intentions of allowing Amy inhabit the school. Harry arrived late into the welcoming feast slightly edgy at the maltreatment of himself and Amy. Hedwig who seemed to sense Harry had gone through a rough evening was perched on his shoulder throughout the whole meal, squawking at anyone who she deemed unworthy. Unfortunately, Hedwig liked having her picture taken, and this allowed Colin Creevey many photos of a slightly irritable Harry and his very, beautiful (thank you very much) owl.
Unsurprisingly Slytherin house had the most students this year, followed by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and that left Hufflepuff with the least amount of students. The recent articles in the Daily Prophet weren't lost on any of the students. Some scowled, some sneered and some were fawning over him. The bad boy image was attractive to some of the younger witches in the great hall.
As desert was finally served, Hermione relayed to Harry what prefects were doing what duties. He was slightly bored but did his best to pay attention. He yawned over-dramatically much to the amusement of Junior, who had his own fan club of the other seventh year Gryffindors. Hermione was also ecstatic to show Harry the whereabouts of their new common room. So when it came time to return to their dormitories the prefects led the younger students to their respective houses, and Hermione showed Harry their common room. Seventh floor about twenty feet from the portrait of the Fat Lady. Lady Violet guarded their entrance, and Harry chuckled at Hermione's password of `Leather Bound'.
Two thirds of the trio had already sent he trio and they smiled at the shock on Harry's face. Junior was impressed, but he hadn't spent six years in the Gryffindor dorms - he had nothing to compare this to.
The room was a deep Gryffindor red, the fireplace was burning brightly. The room was shaped like a large hexagon. Three of the sides had stairs of three leading to three separate bedrooms, and the others led to a library, and a bathroom. The last side was of course occupied by the fireplace. The main room was adorned with a very comfortable set of furniture. The backs of the sofa, and couch had the Gryffindor lion, along with a table to do work by the fire.
Hermione directed him to through all the rooms, and when he finally saw his bedroom he was shocked. The bed was huge! His belongings already brought up and a very busy Dobby was muttering while sweeping through the room doing little tasks like putting away Harry's books in the library, and putting his clothes in the dresser, all the while magically labeling the drawers of where the different garments were stored. His Firebolt was in a display case on the wall, where he could grab it if he decided to play Quidditch.
Dobby finally noticed Harry and stopped what he was doing to say hello. Hermione frowned as Dobby slipped up and called Harry master, but Dobby finally remembered something he needed to ask.
"Mas-, Harry, Dobby was wondering, Winky be wanting a new master. She has nothing against Harry Potter, and wants to bond with a family and Dobby was wondering if Harry knew of anyone, who might was a house-elf?" Dobby asked
Harry thought for a moment and looked over at Ron who was examining his Firebolt in its case.
"Hey, Ron; do you think your mum would like a house-elf?" Harry asked
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed
Ron ignored Hermione, looked at Harry, and nodded. "Sure she would, there hasn't been much for her to do though, now that we're all at school, so she's been helping the Order a lot. Or what's left of it."
"Dobby, tell Winky she can bond with Ron."
"No, don't do that. Tell Winky to bond with dad. She can be bonded to the Weasley name instead. I wouldn't know what to do with an elf."
Hermione nodded approvingly at Ron's last comment, but still wasn't happy about another of her friends having a house-elf, but didn't argue.
Dobby smiled, "Dobby will do it. I will be back to put away Grangey's and Junior's things soon."
"No, you do-"Hermione started to argue, but stopped short as Dobby disappeared. She huffed and hurried to her room to put everything away herself.
Harry lounged around in his common room marveling in what was now to be his for the year. Professor McGonagall stopped by to meet Junior and to talk to Amy, through Harry of course.
"What did she eat, that she's so big?"
"Oh, some poor soul." Harry said vaguely
"Mr. Potter! This is not a joke!"
"Sorry, Professor; Do you recall the story of one Sirius Black being framed by one, Peter Pettigrew? Well, Peter Pettigrew is no longer a problem."
To say Professor McGonagall looked shocked was an understatement. Then she started to laugh lightly.
"I assume the idiot was eaten as a rat?" McGonagall's Irish accent rose above her otherwise calm accent, as she tutted.
"Probably, she wasn't that big the night before. I just wonder how he got into Grimmauld, unnoticed. Even as a rat, Dobby would've seen to it that it was chucked outside."
McGonagall and Harry engaged in other small talk, and Amy promised to not eat anyone else. She was easily convinced - she hated the mobility of such a large meal. As for Junior, McGonagall seemed to ease her demeanor towards him at his very nervous behavior towards her; however his previous encounter with the very stern headmistress had set him on the path of Head Boy-Hood behavior for his entire Hogwarts career.
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"No, you will not!" Harry hissed angrily
Amy was convinced that Harry would have some horrible accident that would render him incapacitated, and wanted to follow him around the whole day. He otherwise would have let her, if it were not for her slip-up of telling him she was feeling ill. It wasn't really a slip-up, but now that she knew how Harry acted towards that sort of thing, she regarded it as one.
"Mate, are you coming, or what?" Ron yelled from the Head Suite portrait hole.
Harry walked out of the room, giving one last glare in Amy's direction and walked out of the room.
"Yes, Amy wants to follow me around all day. She's convinced something terrible is going to happen. I would let her, but she said she was feeling sick." Harry replied in a snappy tone
"Don't blow up at me, mate. Why not just take her to Hagrid?"
There was a bit of a pause. It was really stupid actually. Well, the idea was incredible, but why he hadn't thought of it was stupid. Hagrid was only the Care of Magical Creatures teacher; a snake should be no problem. Whether the creature was magical or not, so he quickly told Ron what a genius he was, to which rolled his eyes and called Harry thick.
Breakfast this morning went quick, and all the head of houses handed out student timetables. Hagrid was appointed the new Head of House for Gryffindor, an announcement which Harry missed yesterday, so he quickly congratulated Hagrid, and asked if he had time to look at Amy. He had no qualms and invited the trio down for some tea after their first class. Which happened to be Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Who's the new teacher?" Harry asked sitting down into a spot at the front of the class
"Mad-Eye Moody is back." Hermione whispered as said teacher walked into the room.
"Everyone stand!" He snapped
He flicked his wand and the desks piled messily on top of each other. He flicked his wand again and the room expanded. He was obviously a little angry, and his insouciant regard for the desks well being was obvious.
"Potter!" He snapped again, "Stand at the back of the class, everyone else off to one side."
Everyone stood there blinking, so with some more flicks people were moved forcefully, those who caught on quickly moved to the sides of the room.
"Back in the year of the Triwizard Tournament where I had an impostor he introduced the Unforgivable Curses. While I agree with introducing them to you, your teacher was a wanker."
Several people laughed, trying to cover it with a cough.
"What? Is there something funny with the word, wanker?" He pressed
"Wanker, Wanker, Wanker, Wanker, Wanker!" Moody yelled
Seamus outright laughed and dropped to the floor to his knees in laughter. Moody rolled his eyes at him and silenced him before sticking his hands to the wall.
"There, should you have any more problems standing, don't hesitate to tell me. Is there anyone else having Mr. Finnigan's difficulties?"
After no one spoke he started his class.
"This year, you know no doubt of the coming war. So, headmistress McGonagall thought it would be prudent if you knew how to duel. So, here I am to rectify the problems your bumbling former potions professor and that idiot Lockhart created."
Moody turned to Harry, and Harry bowed like usual. However, before he was even up Moody had fired a non-verbal spell and he was flat on his back.
"Potter, do I look like the type of person who fights fair, when I'm in danger?"
Harry got up rubbing his head, "You're not in danger. You're only dueling me."
Moody outright laughed, "Wand at the ready, Potter."
There were two shouts at the same time of the disarming spell and while both of their wands left their hand, Harry was launched off his feet, hitting the back of the classroom hard. Luckily enough his wand went in the same direction and he was on his feet wand in hand. A spell already fired at him, he ducked and fired the first spell that came to mind:
"Reducto!" Harry yelled
There were several gasps and Moody's desk blew to pieces. Moody seemed pleased and continued on with the duel.
Moody levitated several desks launching them at Harry. Thinking quickly Harry ran full tilt at Moody and dived out of the way as the desks following him were unable to stop and Moody had to dodge the oncoming desks that crashed into the wall.
Harry was back to his feet in a heartbeat and had fired Incarerous and had Moody tied up, but Moody had already said Finite Incantatem before the spell could take hold and he was also back on his feet.
The room suddenly shrank back to its original size piling everyone together. There was a brief pause before a startled cry of, "You're standing on my foot!"
Moody quickly repaired all the desks and his own and had everyone sit down. He went to take a drink of his flask, and noticed there was a hole in the bottom from the duel. He scowled.
"Nice duel, Potter. You're more far along than I expected. See me after class if you will."
Harry nodded and Moody continued on with the class with duel evasion tactics.
***
"I said it once, he's brilliant. Bloody brilliant!" He exclaimed
"Ron!" Hermione chided
Ron ignored Hermione and asked Harry what Moody wanted to talk to him about.
"He wants to give me private lessons on dueling. Just what I need." He said excitedly
"You'll have to give up the Quidditch Captaincy." Hermione said
"Since when am I the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!?" he exclaimed
"Welcoming feast announcement." Hermione replied giggling
"How many things did I miss at that bloody meal!?"
Before Hermione could scold Harry, Ron had done a perfect imitation of her and they both laughed as she huffed and left for, what they both assumed, the library.
"So Ron, fancy being Quidditch captain?" Harry asked
Ron looked shocked at Harry. He nodded slowly before a huge smile crept onto his face. He then ran off yelling about something about strategies and booking the pitch for tryouts.
"Guess that leaves me alone, for Hagrid's." He thought
***
Harry stumbled down to Hagrid's hut, with Amy following slowly behind. She refused Harry's help to be carried. Secretly he was happy, he barely could anymore, what with the added weight and how fast she was growing.
Harry knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut to Fang's mad barking and Hagrid's shuffling inside, and then he finally opened the door.
Harry smiled and explained where Ron and Hermione were. His face fell a little that they didn't come, but was very happy that Harry showed.
Hagrid had several funny looking objects on his table, and he took some muttering spells with the tip of his umbrella pointed at the objects before rolling it over Amy.
He muttered things like, "Oooh!" and "Ruddy brilliant!" which had Harry slightly worried but he let Hagrid continue fiddling.
"How much did ya pay for `er?" Hagrid asked in awe
"Oh, about 250 galleons." Harry replied
"Really!? Tha's it? I reckoned I could've gotten 2000 galleons for her. Being magical and all. Right powerful too, if not a little dark."
"Magical!? The seller didn't say she was magical!"
"Well, it's possible it has to do with the cup she ate, or the silver. Though I doubt it, take a fair bit o' magic to do that!" He chuckled wildly, "No wonder she's growin' so quic'!"
He patted her on the head before continuing on with his excitement.
"I gave `er a little somethin' - she'll probably want to be alone, I reckon. Be a bit nasty for `er."
"What's going to happen!?" Harry asked worriedly
"She's just going to throw up is all; it'll probably take her about a week to get to that stage. Would you like some tea?"
Amy indeed did want to be alone so she stayed around Hagrid's hut, surprisingly protecting the school chickens instead of eating them. Though Harry supposed she wouldn't want to be eating much of anything until she felt a little better.
Harry walked back to the school, where he had to endure a charms lesson and a grueling double period of potions, with none other than the Slytherins. They were learning how to make the Felix Felicis potion. Harry was very excited to learn to make it - however most of the potion ingredients were so rare, everyone had to group into groups of three and four. Harry had wanted to make this potion since last year it helped with the night of the attack on Hogwarts.
Before Harry even started to look at the ingredients Hermione's book was open a cauldron was up and had a small flame burning under it, while Hermione herself was busily getting ingredients from the Slughorn's store.
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