"Who's there!" yelled a shrill voice.
"Lumos." Muttered Harry. It was the Fat Lady, the painting that guarded the
Gryffindor common room.
"Harry Potter." He said snidely.
"Oh!" giggled the Fat Lady.
"She's drunk!" thought Harry.
"What's the password?" she asked, still giggling.
"How the hell would I know?" he asked angrily.
"Close enough!" she said, and to Harry's amazement, she swung forward,
giving him entry. Harry thought about it for a moment, then entered.
"It's much warmer than then ours." He thought. "Hey! You're not a Gryffindor!" called a female voice. He spun around to face Ginny Weasley. "Oh. It's you." She said, and blushed. "You were expecting someone else?' he asked. "Well, no it's just, how did you get in here?" He jabbed a finger towards the back of the Fat Lady. "Drunk as hell." "Oh." "I have a promise to fulfill." he said, moving closer. "No, no, it's all right, you don't..." She was broken off when he began kissing her. He pushed her against the all and put his strong arms around her slim waist. Before she knew it, she had her hand behind his neck, pulling him closer. She didn't know what to do. She knew the right thing would be to pull away, and tell him to piss off, but the plain truth was she liked it. She felt his tongue pushing her lips apart, asking for acceptance. She opened her lips and they continued kissing. She was sure she would have fallen if he wasn't holding her so tightly. "Dam this girls good." He thought. If she was most girls, he would have pulled away by now but he liked this. He liked her purity, her innocence, her virtue.
"You barstard! Get away from her NOW!" It was Fred Weasley. Harry and Ginny broke apart and as Fred rushed forward, Harry pulled out his wand. "Obliviate!" he yelled. Fred stopped, dazed. Harry quickly ran from the common room. "Later." He called. "Fred! Are you all right?" "What am I doing down here?" he asked. "I have no idea." Said Ginny, realizing that Harry had used a mild memory removal charm. She smiled to herself and ran a finger over her lips. "Harry Potter."
"Potter! Where the fuck have you been? I've looked for you everywhere!" yelled Draco Malfoy as Harry entered the Slytherin common room. "The owlery." He lied. "Crabbe looked there." Draco answered, his eyes narrowing. "Well he obviously didn't look hard enough!" he snapped. "Okay okay! Touché aren't we Harry?" "Fuck off Malfoy." "Gladly."
"Okay everyone, gather 'round." Hagrid called to his fifth year Care Of Magical Creatures Class. "Can any one tell me what this is?" he asked. "Er, a hedgehog?" asked Malfoy, and all the Slytherin's laughed. "Er, no. anyone else?' asked Hagrid. Hermione Granger's hand shot up. "Ah! 'Ermione!" "A Knarl." "Well done 'Ermione. Five points to Gryffindor. Now can anyone tell me anything about Knarl's?" Again, Hermione Granger was the only one who raised her hand. "Knarl's are extremely suspicious, and if you leave food out for them, they think you are trying to poison them, so they will ruin ever plant and garden ornament they can find." "Well done again 'Ermione! 10 points to Gryffindor." "Now let's take 50 points off her for being a mudblood." Drawled Draco. "Now that's enough..." but he stopped when Hermione punched Malfoy hard in the face. "Okay everyone, that's enough! 'Ermione! Malfoy!" "Mr. Malfoy! Miss Granger!" came a shrill voice. "McGonagall." Muttered Ron. "Hagrid! Were you planning on giving them detention?" "Er, well, you see..." "Fine! I will give them detention. Malfoy, Granger, come to my office tonight straight after dinner!" she huffed off. "Er well... let's get back to Knarls shall we?"
"Good going Malfoy." Whispered Harry. "Got yourself detention with the super-geek." Both boys looked at Hermione. She had changed a lot since their first year. Her bushy hair and grown long and sleek. She had grown cures in all the right places, and was actually quite pretty. Not that they'd admit it.
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"See you later Harry." Called Draco as he made his way to a disused dormitory. When he got there, Hermione was wearing a short Muggle skirt, unknowingly flashing her long tanned legs. Draco mentally slapped himself. "Don't look at her that way!" But he couldn't help himself, he looked up further and she was wearing an old singlet that showed quite a bit of cleavage.
"Mr. Malfoy! Miss Granger! I want you to sort out these books in alphabetical order by sunrise. I'll check on you in the morning." She then strode from the room.
Hermione rolled her eyes and got to work, but she couldn't help but take glances at the boy next to him. His shirt was wet with sweat and sticking to his muscular body. "Must have had Quidditch training..." she thought. She then mentally slapped herself. "Hermione! He's Draco Malfoy for god's sake!" But she glanced at him again, and he was looking at her. "Good god he's hot..." she thought. "Good god she's hot..." he thought.
Then, without warning he grabbed her and began kissing her hard on the mouth. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. They stood up and backed against the wall. He began giving her butterfly kisses down her next, and onto her chest. "Draco..." she moaned. Her feminine hands found their way to his shirt and undid the buttons. He pulled her singlet over her head, and removed her bra. He began caressing her breasts and teasing the taut nipples with his thumbs. "Oh..." she moaned again.
He pushed her onto one of the beds. Her hands went for his belt and undid it, taking off his pants as well. He reached for her skirt and undid it. It fell to the floor, as did her underwear. He took a finger and put it inside her, moving it back and forth in a thrusting motion. "Oh!" she moaned again and arched her self to him. "Draco!" "Shh." he muttered. "Hermione!" she thought to herself. "Don't waste yourself on him! It's Draco Malfoy!" But the fact was she was in too deep. She wanted this. She moaned even louder when he removed is finger and used his tongue instead. "Oh! Draco!" "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He pulled back and let his rigid organ enter her. She cried in pain as her innocent barrier was broken, but pleasure engulfed her as he moved in and out until they both climaxed. They pulled back the old covers on the bed and crawled in together and pressed their naked selves against each other, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Draco woke first, and saw the naked girl asleep in his arms and the memories of the night before flooded back. He hugged the girl tighter. He'd never felt like that before. She made him feel different, and he'd never enjoyed love-making as much before. He gazed down at her sleeping face.
She then woke up. She jumped slightly, then blushed. He held her tighter. "Hey." She started crying. He kissed away the tears, and then got out of bed, and put his clothes back on. She followed suit. Draco whipped out his wand and stacked all the books in an instant.
"Malfoy! How many times to do I have to tell you not to perform magic out of class?! Not to mention in a detention!" "Sorry Professor. We were almost finished, so I just couldn't be bothered doing the last few." "Now go! It's almost breakfast." McGonagall left the room, and Hermione made to as well. Draco grabbed her and swung her around and gave her a breath taking kiss. "I will see you again." Then he left. "What have I got myself into?" she thought.
A few days later, Draco was searching for a spare Quaffle to use in practice, and found Hermione crying behind the shed. For some unknown instinct he ran over to her, and pulled her into his lap. "Shh." He soothed, but she continued sobbing. He leant her head against his muscular chest. "No! Get away from me! I didn't mean to! You, I, it's..." He pulled her closer and began kissing her passionately. She gave into his touch and kissed him back.
Georgia linked arms with Petula, and walked into Potions. Already in the classroom, was the group of the five giggling Slytherin girls, Acadia, Yvette, Kerry, Lauren and her sister, Alicen. Acadia, Kerry and Lauren were the blonde's. Lauren's was more of a sandy blonde, with brown eyes, where Kerry had very pale blue eyes, a whitish blonde hair. But Acadia was the full blonde. All the first year boys (And some above) lusted over Acadia Zambini, and Blaise was ultra protective. Yvette had the long brown hair, and sultry brown eyes. But Ali was the stunner. Beautiful long black hair, straight and shiny. Startling green eyes and red lips, pale features and a slim body. Everyone fell in love with Alicen Lily Potter.
Georgia could almost not stand her sister now. Slytherin had turned her from a self approving but fun loving girl into a vain, strutty, tartish, stuck up, conceited little peacock. 'The Slytherin Princess'. Yes, that's what she'd been dubbed. "Suits her." She muttered.
But it wasn't her sister that was bothering her most. It was Harry. He had been so vacant and haughty whenever he spoke to her, which wasn't often. She wanted to grab him, shake him, and remind him of the good times they'd had together. "Remember," she wanted to say. "When you brought me my first broomstick? My Nimbus 2001? Remember when we went to the World Cup? Where Ireland beat Bulgaria? Remember when you took me to Flourish & Blotts to get my Gilderoy Lockhart books signed? Even though you hated him? Remember?" she wanted to scream. Then everything went black.
"Potter! Potter! POTTER!" "What?" he snapped, whipping around to see Petula Patil. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed to be speaking with the Gryffindor first year. "It's your sister. She blacked out in Potions." "Get mascara in her eye did she?" He turned and headed towards the Hospital Wing.
"No stupid!" Petula snapped, exasperated. "Do you thing I would care if it was Alicen? It was Georgia." Harry bolted. "When was the last time he had a proper conversation with her." He asked himself. "Before we came to Hogwarts. Before she was sorted into Gryffindor." He was disgusted with himself.
When he arrived Madam Pomfrey was standing by her bed. "Will she be all right?" he asked. "Yes. But she has been suffering from a bad case of stress Mr. Potter. And anxiety. Do you know why?" His stomach squelched. He lent down and held her hand.
"I'm so sorry Georgie." Then she woke up. "Harry? Are you really there?" "Yes Georgie. I'm here." She burst into tears. "I thought, I thought you didn't love me anymore." "No Georgie, that could never happen. I was just being a git. I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me?"
She pulled her elder brother into a hug. "I missed you so much Harry. You don't know how much I wanted to tell you about my first lesson, and about how Snape hates me just as much as he hates you, and how Madam Hooch said I was a really good flyer and..." "Shh." Soothed Harry. "You can tell me all that, and much more, but later. You need your rest."
She fell back into a deep slumber, but for the first night since she got to Hogwarts, she was truly happy. "Harry loves me."
"Lily!" Lily looked up from her book. James ran through the door, and picked her up. "James!" she laughed, as he whizzed her around. Then his expression went serious. "Lil, today I was offered something that could change our lives forever." Lily looked at him. She had never seen him this serious. "Lily, you know when we went to Australia? Before the kids were born? Remember their top team, the Wollongong Warriors? Well, I've been offered a place, as the main Seeker on their team." Lil's eyes opened wide. "James..." "I think I should take it Lil. We should all move there! There's a great school there for the kids and everything Lil! What do you say?"
"James... I don't know! I mean Harry's almost half way through his fifth year! And Ali and Georgie have just settled in. I don't think we should take that away from them." "Lily think! I'll we getting three thousand more galleons than I do now! We'll be able to afford a big house! And another child! Whatever!"
Lily smiled. James eagerness was infectious, and the thought of another child was more than she could cope with.
The next morning, Harry was surprised to see his mother's owl coming his way. She usually wrote once a week, on Saturday, and today was Thursday. His stomach lurched! Maybe something happened to her! Or dad! Or Seb!
Dear Harry,
There is no cause for alarm, but your father and I need to speak with you and your sisters urgently. Please meet us at the Three Broomsticks tonight at eight with Ali and Georgie.
Love, Your mother, Lily Lily S E Potter
"I wonder what about?" asked Draco, reading the note over his shoulder. "And why does your family always sign letters that way?" "I don't know. We just do." Harry tried to forget about it, but couldn't. Coming out of Potions, he saw Ali. "Hey! Al! We have to go to Hogsmeade at eight. Meet me at the exit. Tell Georgie." Ali stared at her brother, and then tossed her head. "Okay."
At eight that night, the three Potter's dressed warmly. McGonagall was standing at the entrance, reading a note from Lily that explained that she needed to talk to her children. "You'll need your brooms." Announced McGonagall. "Acio Harry Potter's broom! Acio two brooms." Harry's Firebolt, a Cleansweep and a Shooting Star appeared, and the three Potter's hopped on. "I hate brooms!" sighed Ali, but intense curiosity took over and she hopped on, and they rode to the Three Broomsticks. The paid three sickles to part their brooms, and went inside.
"Mum! Dad!" squealed the girls as they ran forward to hug their parents. After some light conversation and a Butterbeer for the kids and Lilly, and a Fire Whisky for James, James decided that now was the time. "Kids, I have something to tell you, and I don't think you'll be too pleased at the start, but it will be better for all of us." They sat forward in interest. "The excellent Australian Quidditch team the Wollongong Warriors has offered me a position as their main seeker. I have accepted, and we are all going to have to move to Australia. We will have loads more money and be able to buy you lots more things." Ali broke into a grin. "Really! So I'll be like, a famous rich kid?! Wow, this is so..." but she cut off when Harry stormed out of the pub, and Georgia close behind. "Oh dear." Said Lily.
"How could they do this to me? I can't leave now! It'll mess up everything for my O.W.L's! Not to mention leaving Draco and Blaise and Ginny. Ginny? Ginny Weasley? Why do you care about her?" But his train of thoughts was broken when he saw his small sister coming. "Come here." He pulled Georgia into a hug. "How could they do this? I just got over trying to make friends and now they want us to move? To Australia." "Don't worry 'bout it George. We'll have each other."
The three Potter's made their way back to school. Ali was bubbling with excitement, thinking of how she would be the daughter of the famous Quidditch player, where the other two were slumped and depressed.
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Harry slumped down on his bed. He couldn't sleep. He got up and started walking. His feet lead him to the room of requirement. As he entered, he saw a familiar person. Ginny Weasley. After quickly checking no one else was there, he snuck in and snaked his arms around her waist. She jumped and turned her head around. "Hey." He said, with a sexy grin. He began kissing her neck and she tilted her neck. "Harry, I..." "Shh." He spun her around and kissed her hard on the mouth. She melted in his touch. They turned around a bed was in the corner. "Harry!" He put a finger to her lips. He kissed her again and her small delicate hands began undoing the buttons on his shirt. She let out a little gasp when she saw his rock hard chest. He took her hands and pressed them onto his chest. "Like what you see?" She shrugged off her shirt and Harry unclipped her bra. She dragged him towards the bed. "Are you sure?" he asked, even though his voice was full of need and desire. "Yes." He laid her down on the bed and kissed her on the mouth, neck and each aureole. She writhered under his touch and fumbled with his pants, as he did with hers. The two naked adolescents fell onto the bed kissing each other passionately. Are you sure you're sure?" he breathed. "Yes." She said. He lifted himself and plunged into her, breaking her barrier, and plunging in again. She cried out in pain and pleasure. He plunged in again until they both felt their release. He lay next to her, enjoying the fell of her skin against his. He felt guilty at the start, for using her to get over his pain, but he had enjoyed it more than he had ever enjoyed it before.
"It's much warmer than then ours." He thought. "Hey! You're not a Gryffindor!" called a female voice. He spun around to face Ginny Weasley. "Oh. It's you." She said, and blushed. "You were expecting someone else?' he asked. "Well, no it's just, how did you get in here?" He jabbed a finger towards the back of the Fat Lady. "Drunk as hell." "Oh." "I have a promise to fulfill." he said, moving closer. "No, no, it's all right, you don't..." She was broken off when he began kissing her. He pushed her against the all and put his strong arms around her slim waist. Before she knew it, she had her hand behind his neck, pulling him closer. She didn't know what to do. She knew the right thing would be to pull away, and tell him to piss off, but the plain truth was she liked it. She felt his tongue pushing her lips apart, asking for acceptance. She opened her lips and they continued kissing. She was sure she would have fallen if he wasn't holding her so tightly. "Dam this girls good." He thought. If she was most girls, he would have pulled away by now but he liked this. He liked her purity, her innocence, her virtue.
"You barstard! Get away from her NOW!" It was Fred Weasley. Harry and Ginny broke apart and as Fred rushed forward, Harry pulled out his wand. "Obliviate!" he yelled. Fred stopped, dazed. Harry quickly ran from the common room. "Later." He called. "Fred! Are you all right?" "What am I doing down here?" he asked. "I have no idea." Said Ginny, realizing that Harry had used a mild memory removal charm. She smiled to herself and ran a finger over her lips. "Harry Potter."
"Potter! Where the fuck have you been? I've looked for you everywhere!" yelled Draco Malfoy as Harry entered the Slytherin common room. "The owlery." He lied. "Crabbe looked there." Draco answered, his eyes narrowing. "Well he obviously didn't look hard enough!" he snapped. "Okay okay! Touché aren't we Harry?" "Fuck off Malfoy." "Gladly."
"Okay everyone, gather 'round." Hagrid called to his fifth year Care Of Magical Creatures Class. "Can any one tell me what this is?" he asked. "Er, a hedgehog?" asked Malfoy, and all the Slytherin's laughed. "Er, no. anyone else?' asked Hagrid. Hermione Granger's hand shot up. "Ah! 'Ermione!" "A Knarl." "Well done 'Ermione. Five points to Gryffindor. Now can anyone tell me anything about Knarl's?" Again, Hermione Granger was the only one who raised her hand. "Knarl's are extremely suspicious, and if you leave food out for them, they think you are trying to poison them, so they will ruin ever plant and garden ornament they can find." "Well done again 'Ermione! 10 points to Gryffindor." "Now let's take 50 points off her for being a mudblood." Drawled Draco. "Now that's enough..." but he stopped when Hermione punched Malfoy hard in the face. "Okay everyone, that's enough! 'Ermione! Malfoy!" "Mr. Malfoy! Miss Granger!" came a shrill voice. "McGonagall." Muttered Ron. "Hagrid! Were you planning on giving them detention?" "Er, well, you see..." "Fine! I will give them detention. Malfoy, Granger, come to my office tonight straight after dinner!" she huffed off. "Er well... let's get back to Knarls shall we?"
"Good going Malfoy." Whispered Harry. "Got yourself detention with the super-geek." Both boys looked at Hermione. She had changed a lot since their first year. Her bushy hair and grown long and sleek. She had grown cures in all the right places, and was actually quite pretty. Not that they'd admit it.
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"See you later Harry." Called Draco as he made his way to a disused dormitory. When he got there, Hermione was wearing a short Muggle skirt, unknowingly flashing her long tanned legs. Draco mentally slapped himself. "Don't look at her that way!" But he couldn't help himself, he looked up further and she was wearing an old singlet that showed quite a bit of cleavage.
"Mr. Malfoy! Miss Granger! I want you to sort out these books in alphabetical order by sunrise. I'll check on you in the morning." She then strode from the room.
Hermione rolled her eyes and got to work, but she couldn't help but take glances at the boy next to him. His shirt was wet with sweat and sticking to his muscular body. "Must have had Quidditch training..." she thought. She then mentally slapped herself. "Hermione! He's Draco Malfoy for god's sake!" But she glanced at him again, and he was looking at her. "Good god he's hot..." she thought. "Good god she's hot..." he thought.
Then, without warning he grabbed her and began kissing her hard on the mouth. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. They stood up and backed against the wall. He began giving her butterfly kisses down her next, and onto her chest. "Draco..." she moaned. Her feminine hands found their way to his shirt and undid the buttons. He pulled her singlet over her head, and removed her bra. He began caressing her breasts and teasing the taut nipples with his thumbs. "Oh..." she moaned again.
He pushed her onto one of the beds. Her hands went for his belt and undid it, taking off his pants as well. He reached for her skirt and undid it. It fell to the floor, as did her underwear. He took a finger and put it inside her, moving it back and forth in a thrusting motion. "Oh!" she moaned again and arched her self to him. "Draco!" "Shh." he muttered. "Hermione!" she thought to herself. "Don't waste yourself on him! It's Draco Malfoy!" But the fact was she was in too deep. She wanted this. She moaned even louder when he removed is finger and used his tongue instead. "Oh! Draco!" "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He pulled back and let his rigid organ enter her. She cried in pain as her innocent barrier was broken, but pleasure engulfed her as he moved in and out until they both climaxed. They pulled back the old covers on the bed and crawled in together and pressed their naked selves against each other, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Draco woke first, and saw the naked girl asleep in his arms and the memories of the night before flooded back. He hugged the girl tighter. He'd never felt like that before. She made him feel different, and he'd never enjoyed love-making as much before. He gazed down at her sleeping face.
She then woke up. She jumped slightly, then blushed. He held her tighter. "Hey." She started crying. He kissed away the tears, and then got out of bed, and put his clothes back on. She followed suit. Draco whipped out his wand and stacked all the books in an instant.
"Malfoy! How many times to do I have to tell you not to perform magic out of class?! Not to mention in a detention!" "Sorry Professor. We were almost finished, so I just couldn't be bothered doing the last few." "Now go! It's almost breakfast." McGonagall left the room, and Hermione made to as well. Draco grabbed her and swung her around and gave her a breath taking kiss. "I will see you again." Then he left. "What have I got myself into?" she thought.
A few days later, Draco was searching for a spare Quaffle to use in practice, and found Hermione crying behind the shed. For some unknown instinct he ran over to her, and pulled her into his lap. "Shh." He soothed, but she continued sobbing. He leant her head against his muscular chest. "No! Get away from me! I didn't mean to! You, I, it's..." He pulled her closer and began kissing her passionately. She gave into his touch and kissed him back.
Georgia linked arms with Petula, and walked into Potions. Already in the classroom, was the group of the five giggling Slytherin girls, Acadia, Yvette, Kerry, Lauren and her sister, Alicen. Acadia, Kerry and Lauren were the blonde's. Lauren's was more of a sandy blonde, with brown eyes, where Kerry had very pale blue eyes, a whitish blonde hair. But Acadia was the full blonde. All the first year boys (And some above) lusted over Acadia Zambini, and Blaise was ultra protective. Yvette had the long brown hair, and sultry brown eyes. But Ali was the stunner. Beautiful long black hair, straight and shiny. Startling green eyes and red lips, pale features and a slim body. Everyone fell in love with Alicen Lily Potter.
Georgia could almost not stand her sister now. Slytherin had turned her from a self approving but fun loving girl into a vain, strutty, tartish, stuck up, conceited little peacock. 'The Slytherin Princess'. Yes, that's what she'd been dubbed. "Suits her." She muttered.
But it wasn't her sister that was bothering her most. It was Harry. He had been so vacant and haughty whenever he spoke to her, which wasn't often. She wanted to grab him, shake him, and remind him of the good times they'd had together. "Remember," she wanted to say. "When you brought me my first broomstick? My Nimbus 2001? Remember when we went to the World Cup? Where Ireland beat Bulgaria? Remember when you took me to Flourish & Blotts to get my Gilderoy Lockhart books signed? Even though you hated him? Remember?" she wanted to scream. Then everything went black.
"Potter! Potter! POTTER!" "What?" he snapped, whipping around to see Petula Patil. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed to be speaking with the Gryffindor first year. "It's your sister. She blacked out in Potions." "Get mascara in her eye did she?" He turned and headed towards the Hospital Wing.
"No stupid!" Petula snapped, exasperated. "Do you thing I would care if it was Alicen? It was Georgia." Harry bolted. "When was the last time he had a proper conversation with her." He asked himself. "Before we came to Hogwarts. Before she was sorted into Gryffindor." He was disgusted with himself.
When he arrived Madam Pomfrey was standing by her bed. "Will she be all right?" he asked. "Yes. But she has been suffering from a bad case of stress Mr. Potter. And anxiety. Do you know why?" His stomach squelched. He lent down and held her hand.
"I'm so sorry Georgie." Then she woke up. "Harry? Are you really there?" "Yes Georgie. I'm here." She burst into tears. "I thought, I thought you didn't love me anymore." "No Georgie, that could never happen. I was just being a git. I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me?"
She pulled her elder brother into a hug. "I missed you so much Harry. You don't know how much I wanted to tell you about my first lesson, and about how Snape hates me just as much as he hates you, and how Madam Hooch said I was a really good flyer and..." "Shh." Soothed Harry. "You can tell me all that, and much more, but later. You need your rest."
She fell back into a deep slumber, but for the first night since she got to Hogwarts, she was truly happy. "Harry loves me."
"Lily!" Lily looked up from her book. James ran through the door, and picked her up. "James!" she laughed, as he whizzed her around. Then his expression went serious. "Lil, today I was offered something that could change our lives forever." Lily looked at him. She had never seen him this serious. "Lily, you know when we went to Australia? Before the kids were born? Remember their top team, the Wollongong Warriors? Well, I've been offered a place, as the main Seeker on their team." Lil's eyes opened wide. "James..." "I think I should take it Lil. We should all move there! There's a great school there for the kids and everything Lil! What do you say?"
"James... I don't know! I mean Harry's almost half way through his fifth year! And Ali and Georgie have just settled in. I don't think we should take that away from them." "Lily think! I'll we getting three thousand more galleons than I do now! We'll be able to afford a big house! And another child! Whatever!"
Lily smiled. James eagerness was infectious, and the thought of another child was more than she could cope with.
The next morning, Harry was surprised to see his mother's owl coming his way. She usually wrote once a week, on Saturday, and today was Thursday. His stomach lurched! Maybe something happened to her! Or dad! Or Seb!
Dear Harry,
There is no cause for alarm, but your father and I need to speak with you and your sisters urgently. Please meet us at the Three Broomsticks tonight at eight with Ali and Georgie.
Love, Your mother, Lily Lily S E Potter
"I wonder what about?" asked Draco, reading the note over his shoulder. "And why does your family always sign letters that way?" "I don't know. We just do." Harry tried to forget about it, but couldn't. Coming out of Potions, he saw Ali. "Hey! Al! We have to go to Hogsmeade at eight. Meet me at the exit. Tell Georgie." Ali stared at her brother, and then tossed her head. "Okay."
At eight that night, the three Potter's dressed warmly. McGonagall was standing at the entrance, reading a note from Lily that explained that she needed to talk to her children. "You'll need your brooms." Announced McGonagall. "Acio Harry Potter's broom! Acio two brooms." Harry's Firebolt, a Cleansweep and a Shooting Star appeared, and the three Potter's hopped on. "I hate brooms!" sighed Ali, but intense curiosity took over and she hopped on, and they rode to the Three Broomsticks. The paid three sickles to part their brooms, and went inside.
"Mum! Dad!" squealed the girls as they ran forward to hug their parents. After some light conversation and a Butterbeer for the kids and Lilly, and a Fire Whisky for James, James decided that now was the time. "Kids, I have something to tell you, and I don't think you'll be too pleased at the start, but it will be better for all of us." They sat forward in interest. "The excellent Australian Quidditch team the Wollongong Warriors has offered me a position as their main seeker. I have accepted, and we are all going to have to move to Australia. We will have loads more money and be able to buy you lots more things." Ali broke into a grin. "Really! So I'll be like, a famous rich kid?! Wow, this is so..." but she cut off when Harry stormed out of the pub, and Georgia close behind. "Oh dear." Said Lily.
"How could they do this to me? I can't leave now! It'll mess up everything for my O.W.L's! Not to mention leaving Draco and Blaise and Ginny. Ginny? Ginny Weasley? Why do you care about her?" But his train of thoughts was broken when he saw his small sister coming. "Come here." He pulled Georgia into a hug. "How could they do this? I just got over trying to make friends and now they want us to move? To Australia." "Don't worry 'bout it George. We'll have each other."
The three Potter's made their way back to school. Ali was bubbling with excitement, thinking of how she would be the daughter of the famous Quidditch player, where the other two were slumped and depressed.
WARNING R-18 SCENE
Harry slumped down on his bed. He couldn't sleep. He got up and started walking. His feet lead him to the room of requirement. As he entered, he saw a familiar person. Ginny Weasley. After quickly checking no one else was there, he snuck in and snaked his arms around her waist. She jumped and turned her head around. "Hey." He said, with a sexy grin. He began kissing her neck and she tilted her neck. "Harry, I..." "Shh." He spun her around and kissed her hard on the mouth. She melted in his touch. They turned around a bed was in the corner. "Harry!" He put a finger to her lips. He kissed her again and her small delicate hands began undoing the buttons on his shirt. She let out a little gasp when she saw his rock hard chest. He took her hands and pressed them onto his chest. "Like what you see?" She shrugged off her shirt and Harry unclipped her bra. She dragged him towards the bed. "Are you sure?" he asked, even though his voice was full of need and desire. "Yes." He laid her down on the bed and kissed her on the mouth, neck and each aureole. She writhered under his touch and fumbled with his pants, as he did with hers. The two naked adolescents fell onto the bed kissing each other passionately. Are you sure you're sure?" he breathed. "Yes." She said. He lifted himself and plunged into her, breaking her barrier, and plunging in again. She cried out in pain and pleasure. He plunged in again until they both felt their release. He lay next to her, enjoying the fell of her skin against his. He felt guilty at the start, for using her to get over his pain, but he had enjoyed it more than he had ever enjoyed it before.