Harry Potter & the Return to Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
Xander looked to Will, who answered Harry, "Because you're paranoid sir."
Chapter Seventeen: First Day of Classes
"Good morning."
Harry stirred in bed and looked over at Vesta, who had just emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair with a warming charm.
"Morning," Harry said blurrily. "What time is it?"
"Time to get up," she replied with a smirk and bent down and kissed him on the forehead.
Smiling Harry pulled her down on top of him on the bed, "You're wish is my command."
Feeling Harry stiffen under the duvet, Vesta kissed him again and smiling she said, "Oh no you don't, not this morning your not."
"And why not?" asked Harry with a hint of a whine. A very masculine whine of course, I mean come on, guys his age don't whine like a little kid after all, do they?
"Three reasons."
"And what would those be?" he asked as he began to gently kiss her jaw line.
"Well, to begin with, my potion wore off last night," she counted. "Second, we have to make a good impression on the new students in the dining hall and really shouldn't be late for that."
"And third?" asked Harry as he nibbled on her ear.
"Well for third, that would be Tommy and Chloe Honeychurch standing in the doorway watching us."
"WHAT?" Harry said abruptly and tossed his beloved Vesta to one side to witness Tommy standing there grinning at him as the young ghost of Chloe Honeychurch had both hands over her mouth giggling madly.
"Hiya Harry," Tommy said before turning and walking back into the sitting room with Chloe.
As Harry was making sure the kids weren't watching him anymore, he leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve his boxers and as he was walking into the bathroom he swore he heard Chloe say to Tommy, "I told you he was frisky in the mornings."
((Section Break))
About an hour later, Harry and Vesta were walking into the dining hall with Tommy walking in between them. Vesta still had a smile plastered to her face from Harry's embarrassment at being caught by Tommy.
"Stop smirking Vesta," Harry said irritably out of the side of his mouth to her when they reached the teachers table.
"No, I don't think so. I have to give Fitzy something to latch onto don't I?"
Harry groaned silently and took a seat at the table as Tommy scrambled into the chair beside his.
"Good morning all," came the cheery voice of Professor Maude Fitzhugh as she took her seat beside her best friend. It didn't take her very long to notice that Vesta was rather amused this morning and Harry was looking like he was rather embarrassed about something. This intrigued her. So taking a drink of her pumpkin juice she asked, "So what's going on this morning?"
Harry shot Vesta a look that clearly said, 'Don't you dare tell her,' however, it was Tommy who answered.
"Nothing much, I just caught Harry frisking Vesta."
Fitzy spit her pumpkin juice across the table while Vesta chuckled quite merrily to herself.
((Section Break))
After breakfast was over with Harry, though he loved them all very much, was actually happy to be rid of everyone. All he wanted to do was teach his first class of fifth years and begin preparing them for their O.W.L. exams at the end of the year.
"Good morning everyone," Harry said happily to the seven fifteen year olds.
A few of them responded enthusiastically, but deep down, they all knew for sure, they were getting homework today.
"Now as you all know this is you O.W.L. year and this year we are going to have crack down and study harder this year. As you know O.W.L.'s are very important to your future career goals but I don't want any of you thinking this year is just going to be review, you're going to be learning many amazing things," Harry announced to the class, who groaned knowing that it was now official; they would be getting a lot of homework.
Laughing to himself, Harry added, "Don't worry, your going to be having fun this year also. Now I'd like to begin with an overview of the past four years of Defense Against the Dark Arts, however, we are doing it in the form of game. There are going to be two teams of two and one of three." Then with a flick of his wand, Harry conjured a large spinning wheel with various subjects written in each panel with a large pointer that pointed to the selected target. Turning to the students, he conjured three podiums for each team to stand at as they played.
"Now since there are three boys in this class, I suggest that they team up together and the girls break into two teams of two," suggested Harry, as he turned back to the students after conjuring everything he needed that morning. To his amazement, they had already formed their own teams. "You perhaps, you can pick your own."
Standing behind his teaching podium, Harry gives the wheel a spin and it lands on 'dark creatures.' "Alright, I'll read the question and the first team with the correct answer gets the point," Harry explained and then read the first question about Grindylows.
Then for the remainder of their time together that morning, they all played that game and everyone was having so much fun, that they didn't want to leave to go to Charms class down the hall.
"Maybe we'll be lucky and Professor Fitzhugh will play a game with us also," Spencer Woodrow said to Bernadette Myers as they left the class.
"Oh, let's hope so."
Harry smiled to himself as threw his invisibility cloak over the wheel. He was rather pleased that his idea for the reviewing game had worked out and that he was popular again among the fifth years, as he didn't give them homework … yet.
A few minutes later eight fourth years trooped into his classroom from the greenhouses, looking like they had been through the ringer already this morning.
"Did everyone have fun this morning in Herbology?" asked Harry, who received several noncommittal grunts of displeasure. Smiling, he said, "I'll take that as a 'no'. Now everyone take your seats, we have a lot of work to do this morning, as I have decided we are going to review the last three years of work before we dive into new material." Knowing he had everyone's attention, he pulled the invisibility cloak off of the large wheel at the front of the room.
"I think we should split up into teams now," Harry said and again repeated the game with the fourth years that morning.
((Section Break))
After his morning classes are over with Harry packs his things into his office and seals it with a complicated locking spell before rushing off to escort Vesta to lunch. Upon reaching her potions laboratory, Harry discovers that it is vacant. Confused for a moment, Harry suddenly remembers that she has second period free on Mondays.
"Damn, should've remembered that."
Minutes later he enters the dining hall and finds Vesta already sitting at the teacher's table talking to Tommy and Nanny Talmadge about something.
"Good afternoon," he says pleasantly.
"You're in a much better mood than this morning," Vesta says teasingly.
"Quiet," he replies and gives her a kiss on the forehead that makes several of the girls giggle about it.
Putting her stern face on, Vesta says loud enough for the giggling girls to hear, "Professor Potter, I will remind you what we are teachers and should set a good example for the students."
"You're right Professor Sangeorge, I am terribly sorry; you were looking for beautiful that I forgot myself for a moment." Then Harry reaches over and kisses her on the cheek. "Is that better?"
"I don't know about her, but it was good for me," Fitzy said, as she took her seat at the table, which caused Harry to smirk.
"Harry," asked Tommy, "When I grow up am I going to go around all the time kissing girls?"
"As long as you have their permission, I don't see a reason why you can't."
"Do I have to?" asked Tommy disappointed.
"Not if you don't want to, but you may change your mind when you grow up," Harry said to the boy smiling at the time.
"I have a question for you Harry," said Fitzy playfully. "What's this game that you played with the fifth years this morning? They begged me to play it, but I didn't have a clue what it was about."
"Games?" growled Professor Proctor, "Are you playing games instead of teaching them Potter?"
Ignoring the gruff Transfiguration teacher, Harry replied, "Have you every played a Muggle game called trivial pursuit?"
"When I was younger I did," admitted Fitzy.
"Basically, the same thing, but make all the questions about Charms and you can play it."
"Hmmm, I'll think about it then," Fitzy said intrigued by the idea.
Confused about the whole conversation Professor Konkle asks, "I don't understand, are you a Muggle born Professor Potter?"
"No, but my mother was. I grew up with my Muggle relatives after my parents died," explained Harry. "That game I mention was the only one my cousin Dudley wouldn't play with. I don't even think he opened it."
"Why wouldn't he open a present?" asked Tommy.
"He didn't like games or toys that made him think too much," Harry replied chuckling.
"I take it you opened it, didn't you?" Tepthilda asked in a purr.
Fitzy heard the purr, and gave her best friend a look to see if Vesta had heard it as well, she had. However, Vesta was ignoring the flirting girl; she knew full well Harry probably hadn't even noticed her.
"Well, yeah, I did," admitted Harry, "I learned quite a bit from that game too."
"I'm sure you did."
((Section Break))
When lunch was over with, Harry took Vesta's hand into his own and walked her down the hallway to the potions classroom. Tommy tagged along for the fun of it.
"Harry?" asked Tommy.
"Yes."
"Why are you walking Vesta down the hall? Her classroom isn't that far away."
Smiling Harry replied, "It's always good to escort the woman you love back to her home, or in this case her classroom."
"Why?"
"That way we get to spend that much more time together."
Frowning, Tommy thought about it for a moment, as the reached the classroom and Harry gave his lady a quick kiss.
"Have a good time in class," Harry whispered into her ear.
"I have the fifth years next, we're going to be going over potions for the upcoming O.W.L.'s," said Vesta. "It's not going to be a fun class for anyone."
Chuckling to himself, Harry bends down and allows Tommy to jump up on his back and together they speed back up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
((Section Break))
"Good afternoon everyone," Harry said merrily as he strode in with a six year old on his back.
"Am I staying with you in class?" asked Tommy hopefully.
"No you are not young man," said a voice from the doorway. There Zinnia Talmadge stood waiting patiently for her charge to come with her to their classroom upstairs.
"Gotta go," Tommy said as he scrambled after the elderly witch.
"Alright now," Harry said as he turned his attention back to the class. "Some of you were in this class last year and may well remember how things go in N.E.W.T. level Defense, but the rest of you were busy taking your O.W.L.'s to know. So I'm going to take a few moments to explain how things work in this class."
So over the next half and hour, Harry lectured the class on what was to be expected of them for the coming term and some of the things that they were going to cover. Then after that they spent all of the time taking notes as Harry lectured them on what to expect on their N.E.W.T.'s.
When class was over, the exhausted sixth years left the classroom, while the seventh years approached Harry with a request.
"Professor?"
"Yes," answered Harry as he turned to the seventh years.
Audrey Simmons, the short, pudgy Muggle born witch was the spokesperson for the group, "Yes would like to make a request for the upcoming year, sir."
"Anything in particular you want to learn?"
"Actually, we were hoping that this year you wouldn't give a demonstration on the Unforgivable Curses," Audrey said purposefully.
"Ms. Simmons, you know full well that you need to have an understanding in them for your examinations at the end of the year," Harry explained. "I can't be irresponsible enough to allow for that."
"You don't understand sir," Audrey said, "We've already seen the demonstration and the sixth years won't need to see it until next year."
"That's not a good enough reason for me to remove it from the syllabus?"
"How about the fact it is very hard on you to demonstrate it?" asked Michael Gerard.
"Mr. Gerard," Harry began, but was cut off by Audrey Simmons.
"Sir, please, just think about it."
"Alright," Harry agreed, "I'll think it over."
((Section Break))
Later that evening as Harry was crawling into his bed, where Vesta was already waiting on him reading a potions book. He began to nibble on her on bare shoulder seductively.
"Not tonight, I'm busy."
"Awwww," whined Harry. Of course, it was a masculine whine filled with testosterone and other manly juices and not some little whine that a child would make. He couldn't have that of course.
Smiling, Vesta said, "Stop whining like a baby."
"I didn't," protested Harry.
"Yes, you are," Vesta said smirking. "If you're feeling randy, go knock on Tepthilda's door, I'm sure she can accommodate you this evening."
"Tepthilda?" asked Harry confused. "What are you on about?"
"You mean you didn't notice her flirting with at lunch today like a slut in a red dress?"
"Slut in a red dress?" asked Harry, "Vesta, honey, you've got to stop hanging out with Fitzy."
Vesta, however, gave Harry a look and continued, "She was flirting with you."
"I hadn't noticed," Harry said truthfully.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't enjoy her fawning over you today."
"No, I wasn't," Harry protested.
Putting her book down on the side table, she said, "Yes, you were."
"No, I was not," Harry said again, as he snaked his arm around her waist and began to tickle her gently.
Giggling slightly, Vesta said, "I said no, Mister Potter."
"Why not Mrs. Potter?"
Vesta stopped and looked at him, "Was that a proposal?"
"Ah," Harry sputtered for a moment, "Maybe, kind of sorta, would you like it to be one?"
Stunned Vesta responded in kind, "Maybe, kind of sorta."
Rolling over to his side of the bed, Harry opened a drawer in his night table and pulls out a small box. Rolling back to his beloved lady, he opens it and shows her a ring.
"This was the ring my grandfather gave my grandmother, you know the one's who owned that cottage we had our holiday in this summer. It's the promise ring he gave her, when their marriage was arranged by their parents. I know the custom has died out in the wizarding world, but I thought you might like to have it. If you wanted it that is."
"Oh Harry," Vesta said with a tear in her eye.
"If it's too soon, I can put it away and we can pretend it never happened," Harry replied, worried.
"Put it on my finger."
Smiling Harry took the ring from the velvet box and placed it on her finger. The ring was smaller than Vesta's finger, but it magically resized itself to hit her perfectly. "It looks beautiful on you."
"I love you, you know?" asked Vesta with a tear slowly falling down the silky smooth skin of her face.
"Thank goodness, I'd feel really stupid otherwise," Harry said with a smirk and then claimed her mouth with his own and began to kiss her passionately. Soon Harry moved from her mouth to her jaw line and then to the nape of her neck, where he really began to snog her.
"I guess this is one way to get me to put out," she said with a giggle.
Harry ignored her, for him, this wasn't just sex, they were making love. That's what he told himself as he pulled her negligee from her creamy smooth skin and began to kiss her breasts, taking each of her rosy nipples into his mouth, one at a time. Harry was really beginning to enjoy himself when suddenly he felt his scar prickle.
"Ouch," Harry said.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"Nothing," Harry replied, "I just want to check on Tommy before we go any farther." Then Harry hopped out of bed and started to make his way to the bedroom door.
"Oh, Harry," Vesta said and he turned to look at her when he was hit in the face with a piece of cloth. "You might want to put that on unless you want to parade yourself naked in front of a six year old boy."
"Thanks," Harry replied and slipped his boxers back on and left the room.
Making his way across the sitting room to Tommy's bedroom, he opens the door, and discovers the boy tossing and turning in his sleep and muttering to himself. Quickly making his way to the bed, Harry tries to wake Tommy up in order to end the nightmare he is experiencing. Not waking up, Harry grabs the boys and shakes him harder.
Sniffing Tommy comes to himself and realizing that Harry is with him, buries his head in Harry's bare chest. "Harry?"
"Yeah, it's me, are you alright?"
"I had a bad dream about a dark wizard who wants to hurt you," Tommy cried into Harry's chest.
"No one's going to hurt me," Harry said soothingly.
"He is."
"Who is that then?" asked Harry.
"V… V… V…" Tommy said, before crying to hard to be understood.
To Be Continued…
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Xander looked to Will, who answered Harry, "Because you're paranoid sir."
Chapter Seventeen: First Day of Classes
"Good morning."
Harry stirred in bed and looked over at Vesta, who had just emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair with a warming charm.
"Morning," Harry said blurrily. "What time is it?"
"Time to get up," she replied with a smirk and bent down and kissed him on the forehead.
Smiling Harry pulled her down on top of him on the bed, "You're wish is my command."
Feeling Harry stiffen under the duvet, Vesta kissed him again and smiling she said, "Oh no you don't, not this morning your not."
"And why not?" asked Harry with a hint of a whine. A very masculine whine of course, I mean come on, guys his age don't whine like a little kid after all, do they?
"Three reasons."
"And what would those be?" he asked as he began to gently kiss her jaw line.
"Well, to begin with, my potion wore off last night," she counted. "Second, we have to make a good impression on the new students in the dining hall and really shouldn't be late for that."
"And third?" asked Harry as he nibbled on her ear.
"Well for third, that would be Tommy and Chloe Honeychurch standing in the doorway watching us."
"WHAT?" Harry said abruptly and tossed his beloved Vesta to one side to witness Tommy standing there grinning at him as the young ghost of Chloe Honeychurch had both hands over her mouth giggling madly.
"Hiya Harry," Tommy said before turning and walking back into the sitting room with Chloe.
As Harry was making sure the kids weren't watching him anymore, he leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve his boxers and as he was walking into the bathroom he swore he heard Chloe say to Tommy, "I told you he was frisky in the mornings."
((Section Break))
About an hour later, Harry and Vesta were walking into the dining hall with Tommy walking in between them. Vesta still had a smile plastered to her face from Harry's embarrassment at being caught by Tommy.
"Stop smirking Vesta," Harry said irritably out of the side of his mouth to her when they reached the teachers table.
"No, I don't think so. I have to give Fitzy something to latch onto don't I?"
Harry groaned silently and took a seat at the table as Tommy scrambled into the chair beside his.
"Good morning all," came the cheery voice of Professor Maude Fitzhugh as she took her seat beside her best friend. It didn't take her very long to notice that Vesta was rather amused this morning and Harry was looking like he was rather embarrassed about something. This intrigued her. So taking a drink of her pumpkin juice she asked, "So what's going on this morning?"
Harry shot Vesta a look that clearly said, 'Don't you dare tell her,' however, it was Tommy who answered.
"Nothing much, I just caught Harry frisking Vesta."
Fitzy spit her pumpkin juice across the table while Vesta chuckled quite merrily to herself.
((Section Break))
After breakfast was over with Harry, though he loved them all very much, was actually happy to be rid of everyone. All he wanted to do was teach his first class of fifth years and begin preparing them for their O.W.L. exams at the end of the year.
"Good morning everyone," Harry said happily to the seven fifteen year olds.
A few of them responded enthusiastically, but deep down, they all knew for sure, they were getting homework today.
"Now as you all know this is you O.W.L. year and this year we are going to have crack down and study harder this year. As you know O.W.L.'s are very important to your future career goals but I don't want any of you thinking this year is just going to be review, you're going to be learning many amazing things," Harry announced to the class, who groaned knowing that it was now official; they would be getting a lot of homework.
Laughing to himself, Harry added, "Don't worry, your going to be having fun this year also. Now I'd like to begin with an overview of the past four years of Defense Against the Dark Arts, however, we are doing it in the form of game. There are going to be two teams of two and one of three." Then with a flick of his wand, Harry conjured a large spinning wheel with various subjects written in each panel with a large pointer that pointed to the selected target. Turning to the students, he conjured three podiums for each team to stand at as they played.
"Now since there are three boys in this class, I suggest that they team up together and the girls break into two teams of two," suggested Harry, as he turned back to the students after conjuring everything he needed that morning. To his amazement, they had already formed their own teams. "You perhaps, you can pick your own."
Standing behind his teaching podium, Harry gives the wheel a spin and it lands on 'dark creatures.' "Alright, I'll read the question and the first team with the correct answer gets the point," Harry explained and then read the first question about Grindylows.
Then for the remainder of their time together that morning, they all played that game and everyone was having so much fun, that they didn't want to leave to go to Charms class down the hall.
"Maybe we'll be lucky and Professor Fitzhugh will play a game with us also," Spencer Woodrow said to Bernadette Myers as they left the class.
"Oh, let's hope so."
Harry smiled to himself as threw his invisibility cloak over the wheel. He was rather pleased that his idea for the reviewing game had worked out and that he was popular again among the fifth years, as he didn't give them homework … yet.
A few minutes later eight fourth years trooped into his classroom from the greenhouses, looking like they had been through the ringer already this morning.
"Did everyone have fun this morning in Herbology?" asked Harry, who received several noncommittal grunts of displeasure. Smiling, he said, "I'll take that as a 'no'. Now everyone take your seats, we have a lot of work to do this morning, as I have decided we are going to review the last three years of work before we dive into new material." Knowing he had everyone's attention, he pulled the invisibility cloak off of the large wheel at the front of the room.
"I think we should split up into teams now," Harry said and again repeated the game with the fourth years that morning.
((Section Break))
After his morning classes are over with Harry packs his things into his office and seals it with a complicated locking spell before rushing off to escort Vesta to lunch. Upon reaching her potions laboratory, Harry discovers that it is vacant. Confused for a moment, Harry suddenly remembers that she has second period free on Mondays.
"Damn, should've remembered that."
Minutes later he enters the dining hall and finds Vesta already sitting at the teacher's table talking to Tommy and Nanny Talmadge about something.
"Good afternoon," he says pleasantly.
"You're in a much better mood than this morning," Vesta says teasingly.
"Quiet," he replies and gives her a kiss on the forehead that makes several of the girls giggle about it.
Putting her stern face on, Vesta says loud enough for the giggling girls to hear, "Professor Potter, I will remind you what we are teachers and should set a good example for the students."
"You're right Professor Sangeorge, I am terribly sorry; you were looking for beautiful that I forgot myself for a moment." Then Harry reaches over and kisses her on the cheek. "Is that better?"
"I don't know about her, but it was good for me," Fitzy said, as she took her seat at the table, which caused Harry to smirk.
"Harry," asked Tommy, "When I grow up am I going to go around all the time kissing girls?"
"As long as you have their permission, I don't see a reason why you can't."
"Do I have to?" asked Tommy disappointed.
"Not if you don't want to, but you may change your mind when you grow up," Harry said to the boy smiling at the time.
"I have a question for you Harry," said Fitzy playfully. "What's this game that you played with the fifth years this morning? They begged me to play it, but I didn't have a clue what it was about."
"Games?" growled Professor Proctor, "Are you playing games instead of teaching them Potter?"
Ignoring the gruff Transfiguration teacher, Harry replied, "Have you every played a Muggle game called trivial pursuit?"
"When I was younger I did," admitted Fitzy.
"Basically, the same thing, but make all the questions about Charms and you can play it."
"Hmmm, I'll think about it then," Fitzy said intrigued by the idea.
Confused about the whole conversation Professor Konkle asks, "I don't understand, are you a Muggle born Professor Potter?"
"No, but my mother was. I grew up with my Muggle relatives after my parents died," explained Harry. "That game I mention was the only one my cousin Dudley wouldn't play with. I don't even think he opened it."
"Why wouldn't he open a present?" asked Tommy.
"He didn't like games or toys that made him think too much," Harry replied chuckling.
"I take it you opened it, didn't you?" Tepthilda asked in a purr.
Fitzy heard the purr, and gave her best friend a look to see if Vesta had heard it as well, she had. However, Vesta was ignoring the flirting girl; she knew full well Harry probably hadn't even noticed her.
"Well, yeah, I did," admitted Harry, "I learned quite a bit from that game too."
"I'm sure you did."
((Section Break))
When lunch was over with, Harry took Vesta's hand into his own and walked her down the hallway to the potions classroom. Tommy tagged along for the fun of it.
"Harry?" asked Tommy.
"Yes."
"Why are you walking Vesta down the hall? Her classroom isn't that far away."
Smiling Harry replied, "It's always good to escort the woman you love back to her home, or in this case her classroom."
"Why?"
"That way we get to spend that much more time together."
Frowning, Tommy thought about it for a moment, as the reached the classroom and Harry gave his lady a quick kiss.
"Have a good time in class," Harry whispered into her ear.
"I have the fifth years next, we're going to be going over potions for the upcoming O.W.L.'s," said Vesta. "It's not going to be a fun class for anyone."
Chuckling to himself, Harry bends down and allows Tommy to jump up on his back and together they speed back up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
((Section Break))
"Good afternoon everyone," Harry said merrily as he strode in with a six year old on his back.
"Am I staying with you in class?" asked Tommy hopefully.
"No you are not young man," said a voice from the doorway. There Zinnia Talmadge stood waiting patiently for her charge to come with her to their classroom upstairs.
"Gotta go," Tommy said as he scrambled after the elderly witch.
"Alright now," Harry said as he turned his attention back to the class. "Some of you were in this class last year and may well remember how things go in N.E.W.T. level Defense, but the rest of you were busy taking your O.W.L.'s to know. So I'm going to take a few moments to explain how things work in this class."
So over the next half and hour, Harry lectured the class on what was to be expected of them for the coming term and some of the things that they were going to cover. Then after that they spent all of the time taking notes as Harry lectured them on what to expect on their N.E.W.T.'s.
When class was over, the exhausted sixth years left the classroom, while the seventh years approached Harry with a request.
"Professor?"
"Yes," answered Harry as he turned to the seventh years.
Audrey Simmons, the short, pudgy Muggle born witch was the spokesperson for the group, "Yes would like to make a request for the upcoming year, sir."
"Anything in particular you want to learn?"
"Actually, we were hoping that this year you wouldn't give a demonstration on the Unforgivable Curses," Audrey said purposefully.
"Ms. Simmons, you know full well that you need to have an understanding in them for your examinations at the end of the year," Harry explained. "I can't be irresponsible enough to allow for that."
"You don't understand sir," Audrey said, "We've already seen the demonstration and the sixth years won't need to see it until next year."
"That's not a good enough reason for me to remove it from the syllabus?"
"How about the fact it is very hard on you to demonstrate it?" asked Michael Gerard.
"Mr. Gerard," Harry began, but was cut off by Audrey Simmons.
"Sir, please, just think about it."
"Alright," Harry agreed, "I'll think it over."
((Section Break))
Later that evening as Harry was crawling into his bed, where Vesta was already waiting on him reading a potions book. He began to nibble on her on bare shoulder seductively.
"Not tonight, I'm busy."
"Awwww," whined Harry. Of course, it was a masculine whine filled with testosterone and other manly juices and not some little whine that a child would make. He couldn't have that of course.
Smiling, Vesta said, "Stop whining like a baby."
"I didn't," protested Harry.
"Yes, you are," Vesta said smirking. "If you're feeling randy, go knock on Tepthilda's door, I'm sure she can accommodate you this evening."
"Tepthilda?" asked Harry confused. "What are you on about?"
"You mean you didn't notice her flirting with at lunch today like a slut in a red dress?"
"Slut in a red dress?" asked Harry, "Vesta, honey, you've got to stop hanging out with Fitzy."
Vesta, however, gave Harry a look and continued, "She was flirting with you."
"I hadn't noticed," Harry said truthfully.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't enjoy her fawning over you today."
"No, I wasn't," Harry protested.
Putting her book down on the side table, she said, "Yes, you were."
"No, I was not," Harry said again, as he snaked his arm around her waist and began to tickle her gently.
Giggling slightly, Vesta said, "I said no, Mister Potter."
"Why not Mrs. Potter?"
Vesta stopped and looked at him, "Was that a proposal?"
"Ah," Harry sputtered for a moment, "Maybe, kind of sorta, would you like it to be one?"
Stunned Vesta responded in kind, "Maybe, kind of sorta."
Rolling over to his side of the bed, Harry opened a drawer in his night table and pulls out a small box. Rolling back to his beloved lady, he opens it and shows her a ring.
"This was the ring my grandfather gave my grandmother, you know the one's who owned that cottage we had our holiday in this summer. It's the promise ring he gave her, when their marriage was arranged by their parents. I know the custom has died out in the wizarding world, but I thought you might like to have it. If you wanted it that is."
"Oh Harry," Vesta said with a tear in her eye.
"If it's too soon, I can put it away and we can pretend it never happened," Harry replied, worried.
"Put it on my finger."
Smiling Harry took the ring from the velvet box and placed it on her finger. The ring was smaller than Vesta's finger, but it magically resized itself to hit her perfectly. "It looks beautiful on you."
"I love you, you know?" asked Vesta with a tear slowly falling down the silky smooth skin of her face.
"Thank goodness, I'd feel really stupid otherwise," Harry said with a smirk and then claimed her mouth with his own and began to kiss her passionately. Soon Harry moved from her mouth to her jaw line and then to the nape of her neck, where he really began to snog her.
"I guess this is one way to get me to put out," she said with a giggle.
Harry ignored her, for him, this wasn't just sex, they were making love. That's what he told himself as he pulled her negligee from her creamy smooth skin and began to kiss her breasts, taking each of her rosy nipples into his mouth, one at a time. Harry was really beginning to enjoy himself when suddenly he felt his scar prickle.
"Ouch," Harry said.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"Nothing," Harry replied, "I just want to check on Tommy before we go any farther." Then Harry hopped out of bed and started to make his way to the bedroom door.
"Oh, Harry," Vesta said and he turned to look at her when he was hit in the face with a piece of cloth. "You might want to put that on unless you want to parade yourself naked in front of a six year old boy."
"Thanks," Harry replied and slipped his boxers back on and left the room.
Making his way across the sitting room to Tommy's bedroom, he opens the door, and discovers the boy tossing and turning in his sleep and muttering to himself. Quickly making his way to the bed, Harry tries to wake Tommy up in order to end the nightmare he is experiencing. Not waking up, Harry grabs the boys and shakes him harder.
Sniffing Tommy comes to himself and realizing that Harry is with him, buries his head in Harry's bare chest. "Harry?"
"Yeah, it's me, are you alright?"
"I had a bad dream about a dark wizard who wants to hurt you," Tommy cried into Harry's chest.
"No one's going to hurt me," Harry said soothingly.
"He is."
"Who is that then?" asked Harry.
"V… V… V…" Tommy said, before crying to hard to be understood.
To Be Continued…
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