CHAPTER 2

The next morning, at the breakfast table, Draco glared at Harry across the way. Fleur was draped over Harry's shoulders, cooing into his ear. "Why should that idiot get a girl like Fleur," he thought, grumbling to himself. Pansy ignored him, to his relief, all throughout breakfast, paying extra attention to Crabbe and Goyle. Shani arrived late to breakfast, sitting down at an empty seat by herself. Harry glanced over at her, catching her eye briefly. Draco noticed this and gawked. In his mind he decided that there was no way that Harry was going to touch Shani as well.

"Ooh 'Arry, I must go sit with my house, but we shall talk later, no?" Fleur bid Harry goodbye with a brief kiss on the cheek.

"What? Oh, yeah," Harry responded, distracted.

"Jesus," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Could she be any more all over you?"

"Leave him alone, he's living every Hogwarts boy's dream," Ron said as he pulled a large pastry onto his plate.

"It's stupid really, she's not THAT pretty," Hermione sighed. Ron dropped his jaw.

"Not…THAT pretty? Are you mad?" he laughed.

"No I am not mad," Hermione began just as Ginny pulled up a seat.

"Hello all," Ginny said happily.

"Why are you so perky?" Ron asked, offering Harry a bite of his pastry.

"Oh nothing," Ginny grinned.

"Ok," Ron went back to eating. There was a moment before silence before Ginny burst out with the good news.

"I have a boyfriend!" she smiled widely. Ron coughed and looked at her with a skeptical face. "What, I do! He's in my year, Colin!"

"Oh hell no," Harry laughed.

"What?" Ginny blushed. The friends continued to laugh and chat through breakfast. Meanwhile at the Slytherin table, Draco was eyeing Shani with great interest. Many of the Slytherin boys were trying to talk to her and get her attention, but she didn't pay anyone any more attention than was necessary.

Draco stood up slowly, brushing his blonde locks out of his steely gray eyes, and walked over to her. She looked up questioningly as he approached her chair.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, pleasure to meet you," he said smoothly, holding out his hand for hers.

"Shani Anhur," she replied, smiling briefly. Draco also smiled briefly, which was rather rare, unless he was teasing Potter. A moment of silence passed as they maintained eye contact. Shani looked down, blushing slightly. Draco was used to this, he always had this effect on girls. "I think I have potions first," Shani said, looking back up.

"Would you like a guide?" Draco smirked his sexy trademark smirk.

"I'd love one, thank you very much," Shani responded. She smiled, somewhat taken by his charm. He picked up her book bag and held his arm out for her.

The two of them walked off to potions under the hateful gaze of many boys. "What is that stupid git doing," Harry muttered.

"He's doing exactly what stupid gits do," Hermione said, popping a grape into her mouth. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Anyhow, if there's one thing Fred and George said about being a 7th year, it's the parties!" Ron said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"And if there's one thing I know about 7th year, it's studying for N.E.W.T.'s, not partying Ronald," Hermione scolded.

"Oh bother N.E.W.T.'s, I hear that the parties are fantastic," Ron said to Harry. "Common room parties, parties at the Three Broom Sticks, parties-"

"Come on, we've got potions with Slytherin first thing," Neville interrupted Ron's rant. Hermione groaned.

"How is it that we always end up with Slytherin? Maybe they should consider putting those insufferable bastards with a more tolerant, patient house," Hermione complained, motioning to the Hufflepuff table.

"Maybe it's because us Griffindor's are the only ones who CAN put up with their shit," Harry laughed. "I wonder why that new girl is in Slytherin."

"Probably because she's a bitch," Hermione snapped, annoyed at his interest in Shani.

"Or maybe because the sorting hat felt sorry for how ugly all the Slytherin girls are and decided putting Shani there would raise the standard," Ron joked. Hermione stuck out her tongue.

During potions, there was the usual banter between a few of the Slytherins and the Griffindors. Harry remained relatively quiet, his eyes fixed on the back of Shani's beautiful head. She was sitting next to Draco and Harry could see Draco drawing her one of his stupid moving pictures. She giggled softly as he showed her a moving image of something that Harry couldn't see. Other than that, Potions went by pretty normally, as far as things go.

For this last year, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had decided to pick back up Hagrid's class. They shared this particular class with Ravenclaw, which meant none other than Fleur.

"'Arry!" Fleur called out to him as a few 1st years stumbled after her with her books and such.

"Augh, yes 'Arry, 'Arry! I've come to flirt with you! Please take me now!" Hermione mimicked Fleur as she approached the group.

"Hi Fleur," Harry greeted her, smiling.

"I 'eard you were taking zis class and I enrolled. Zis should be lots of fun! Yes 'Arry?" she cooed, kissing him on both cheeks.

"Oh yeah, lots of fun," Harry agreed. Just then, Hagrid appeared, holding a large sack over his shoulder. He looked like a sort of odd Santa Clause with that giant sack and the big beard and such.

"Hello you!" Hagrid grinned. "Today we have a very special lesson!"

"Hope it's not as special as some of his other "special" lessons," Ron grumbled. "Why did we take this again anyway?"

"Because Hagrid is our friend," Harry responded.

"Today, you will be receiving your final exam!" Hagrid smiled a toothy grin. Gasps of shock and groans went throughout the crowd of students. "Now, stop that griping. I promise you'll like it," Hagrid said, winking at his favorite students. With that, he opened up his large sack and pulled something large and gold out.

"Is that an egg?" Padma asked.

"Yes it is, very good. It is not just any egg," Hagrid said, holding out the shining egg for everybody to see.

"I know what zat is!" Fleur said, stepping forward. "Zat is ze egg of a Phoenix!" Everyone gasped; Hermione grumbled.

"I knew that," she said almost under her breath.

"How is that you have so many Phoenix eggs? Aren't they incredibly rare?" Harry asked.

"No, Phoenix eggs are worth practically nothing. It's Phoenix incubators that are worth all the money," Hagrid explained. "A phoenix egg will only hatch into a phoenix if it is taken care of exactly the way it should be. If not, it will hatch into something else."

"Like what?" Neville asked.

"Oh, I dunno. Chicken perhaps?" Hagrid shrugged.

"Anyhow, the instructions to good Phoenix incubating are in your texts. This is your final exam, you will be graded on the final product of your egg when it hatches. To anyone who breaks theirs...you will fail the course!" Hagrid said gruffly. "Now then! Come get your eggs!" Hagrid waved them towards him. The students gingerly approached the towering man, and he began handing out the glistening eggs to each of the students.

After class, the students had a free period in which Hermione dragged them to the common room to read up on the Phoenix eggs. "We are NOT failing his class," Hermione snapped.

"I didn't say we were going to fail, I mean, as long as it doesn't break right?" Ron shrugged, holding his egg gingerly.

"Well you want it to be a phoenix don't you?" Hermione looked at Ron with big eyes.

"I suppose, but there's a party-"

"Party! Oh in that case," Hermione said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him. "It won't take long, we won't read all of it," she added, seemingly desperate to keep him from that party. "I mean, I'll even read it for you, and I'll just tell you what to do."

Harry raised an eyebrow. Ron grinned. "Knew you'd come around." He glanced at his egg. "Maybe we can do some…none breaking spell or something."

"I doubt it, Hagrid isn't stupid you know," Hermione replied, approaching the Fat Lady's portrait.

Harry looked up to the Fat Lady and said, "Codswash."

"Oops! That isn't the password anymore!" the woman responded.

"What? Nobody told us it changed!" Hermione demanded.

"Well, I changed it. I'm allowed to you know, if I feel it's…necessary."

"Ok well what have you "necessarily" changed it to?" Harry sighed, looking up at the lady dressed in pink frills.

"How do I know you're not imposters?" she huffed.

"Well we obviously knew the last password," Ron looked at her with an incredulous face.

The Fat Lady looked back at him, thinking. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Ok well come close, I'll tell you the new password." The friends leaned in towards the canvas. "All right, the new password is Captain Silversword," she whispered, turning red immediately after uttering the words.

"What?" Hermione gawked. She spun around and pointed at a painting directly opposite the Fat Lady. "Him?" The painting she pointed at was a new one of a gallant pirate leaning against the mast of his great ship. He winked at Hermione, and then tipped his hat at the Fat Lady, who burst into a mad fit of giggling and blushing.

"Merlin, this is ridiculous," Ron said as the painting swung open.

"Tell me about it," Harry laughed.

The three of them made their way into some chairs and Hermione pulled out her text. "All right, chapter….four. The Phoenix," she began. She then began to read so quicly and inaudibly that Harry and Ron couldn't understand her. The friends laughed and continued to do their research.

A few days later, Harry found himself holding tryouts for his last year as quidditch captain. Many people showed up, including the lot of girls that took to following him around wherever he went. He had learned to ignore them by now. He sat on the bench, looking over the line of people who showed up to show them their stuff. Across the field he could see the Slytherin team doing the same thing. He scanned the line quickly for Shani, and not seeing her, went back to his business. He looked at the list of names he had on a piece of parchment.

"Erm, Tom? Tom…Graphire?" Harry called out, shielding his eyes from the sun.

"That's me! Sorry, 'scuse me," said a high pitched male voice as a little squeaky boy pushed himself through the crowd. Harry sighed. This was going to be a long morning. Just after he got through the first half of the players, not having seen ANYONE with an ounce of talent or potential, he felt something his shoulder. He turned to see Shani sitting down and looking out onto the field. He felt a sudden flutter in his stomach as he looked at her gorgeous green eyes that matched his.

"How are tryouts going?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the players fumbling around in the air in front of them.

"Augh, terrible," Harry said, pushing the hair out of his eyes. "I swear half of them have never seen a broom before."

"They probably just come to see you," Shani said, turning towards Harry and smiling.

"Is that why you came?"

"Maybe."

Harry felt his cheeks grow hot. "Get a good look yet?"

Shani giggled and looked Harry up and down. "Yeah, I suppose so," she responded. Harry asked her why she wasn't going out for the quidditch team.

"I love quidditch, but I never was one for heights," Shani responded, looking up once more at the brooms zooming in and out of their airspace. Harry nodded in understanding, although he'd always found the height exhilarating. "Anyway, tonight there's a party down in Homesmeade," she said, turning towards Harry. Harry remembered Ron saying something about it. Ron had become quite the party calendar. "So if you're interested," Shani paused. "Well, I hope I'll see you there," she said as she stood up, walking away, throwing a sexy smile over her shoulder.

"HARRY FUCKING POTTER!" a loud familiar voice sounded from behind him. He turned around to see Ron staring at him with a "you dog" look on his face.

"What?" Harry said, turning back to his clipboard. Finally a few of the players were looking more promising.

"Shani Anhur? I saw that," Ron laughed, sitting down next to Harry.

"Really? I didn't think there was anything TO see," Harry rolled his eyes. "Anyway, she invited me to that party you were raving about earlier."

"Does this mean we're going?" Ron asked hopefully. Harry paused, thinking about how Hermione would NOT approve and weighed his options.

"Yeah, OK. We'll go. But don't tell Hermione." Ron grinned. After quidditch, Harry had finally put together a pretty awesome team and was returning to the common room to get ready and find Ron. He slipped on some jeans and a t-shirt, attempted to fix his hair, gave up, and left. He met up with Ron outside the statue that Harry knew would take them right to Honeydukes. 7th years were allowed to go to Homesmeade anytime, but it was faster and more convenient to continue their sneaky ways through secret passages.

"Where are you two going?" a voice rang through the empty hall.

Ron groaned as he turned around to see a very peeved Hermione. "Nowhere. To the library," Ron said sarcastically. "We're going to a PARTY! Fun- you ever heard of that?"

"Cut it out, Ron," Harry sighed. "Hermione, we were invited to a party and we're going to it."

There was a moment of very pregnant silence. "Well why didn't anyone invite me?" she said with a grin. "I'll be right back, can you wait for me to change?"

Ron dropped his jaw as she walked away. "I never thought I'd live to see the day…"

"Me neither," Harry laughed. They waited until Hermione returned, and were greeted with a present surprise. They had never seen her like this. She was all done up, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a bright, and rather revealing, tube top. She had make up on and her hair was all smooth.

"Wow," Ron muttered. Hermione smiled at his reaction, but looked to Harry to see what he said.

"You look…nice," Harry said quietly. Hermione blushed.

"Thanks, ok we better go now," she said, hurrying them along. They entered their secret passage and found their way to the basement of Honeydukes. When they found the party (it was being held at a student's uncle's closed shop), there were already many Hogwarts students there.

Hermione immediately found some friends and wandered off. Just as quickly, Harry found himself being smothered by a very smackered Fleur.

"'Arry!" she squealed, straightening herself up and throwing her hair over her shoulder. She was still gorgeous, even though she was plastered. Harry smiled as she stumbled around.

"Maybe we should sit," he laughed.

"Yes, zat is a good idea, 'Arry," Fleur agreed, batting her eyelashes at him. "'Arry, 'Arry 'Potter, 'Potter," she mumbled as he pushed through the crowd of writhing people looking for a place to sit. When he found one, they sat down and Fleur leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Harry!" Seamus came towards them, carrying a drink in each hand. "Have a drink! They're great."

"What is it? Alcohol?" Harry asked, uncertainly. He'd tasted alcohol before, but never been…drunk.

"Yeah, but not your muggle alcohol. It's wizard stuff," Seamus said, taking a sip of his own.

"The difference?"

"Muggle alcohol tastes like bollucks. Ours tastes better, and feels better," Seamus said, winking. Harry shrugged and took the glass from him. Fleur meanwhile had taken to nibbling on his ear and placing light kisses on his neck. Harry couldn't help but react a little as he felt his lower region tingling.

He sipped the drink and was pleasantly surprised. It did taste good. He quickly drank the rest and was immediately regretting his decision to drink it so fast. It hit him like a train. Harry suddenly understood what Seamus meant by, "It feels better." It felt fantastic; He felt like he was on a cloud or something. Suddenly there was no one else in the room, except for that blonde beauty who was now kissing the side of his face. He turned to the side, and she immediately began to kiss him, climbing into his lap. Harry felt his dick starting to get hard and pushed her off, muttering "someplace else."

Fleur smile and grabbed his hand. They stumbled their way back to Hogwarts (the normal way) and up to the Gryffindor common room. A few other students watched them giggle their way up to Harry's room, but ignored it as some of the 7th year antics that they knew would go on. The moment they got to the bedroom that Harry shared with a few other students, Harry slammed the door behind them and Fleur began kissing him roughly.

"Oh 'Arry, I 'ave waited so long!" she moaned as he kissed her neck. They stumbled towards the bed as Harry pulled his shirt off over his head, hardly breaking contact with Fleur at all. Fleur pushed Harry onto his bed and stood before him in her all her glory. She then pulled her top off, slowly and sexily. Harry felt his cock twitch as her breasts became visible (she wasn't wearing a bra). She swayed her hips as she slowly pulled down the zipper to her mini skirt, and let it slide off her legs to reveal her sexy panties. Harry couldn't wait any longer and reached out, pulling her on top of him. For a brief moment of genius, he decided to close the curtains that surrounded his bed and cast "silencio" over the closed drapes, so as not to be disturbed in case anyone returned.

Fleur immediately unbuckled Harry's pants, pulling out his throbbing penis. "Oh, 'Arry!" she said, smiling. She then lowered her face down towards it, planting a kiss in the tip, driving Harry crazy. Fleur then licked slowly up the underside, lingering on the spot that she knew would be the most sensitive. Harry was in ecstasy as she wrapped her lips around him, swirling her tongue back and forth over the tip. He could feel her breasts resting on his legs and it was almost too much for him. Fleur stopped, to Harry's disappointment. "'Arry? Are you a virgin?" she asked. Harry was dumbstruck, not knowing what to say. She grinned, "It's ok." She then returned to his cock, with more zeal then before. She bobbed her head up and down along his shaft, dragging her tongue all over the most sensitive places.

"Oh…" Harry moaned softly. His hips bucked upward slightly towards her face. "Fleur..I-" he muttered, feeling his orgasm coming quickly. Fleur sucked in her cheeks, applying more pressure to his rod. Harry reached down, feeling the side of her head and running his fingers through her silky hair. Fleur looked up at him with her sexy eyes. The sight of her looking up at him and sucking his cock was too much for Harry and he felt his orgasm approaching fast. His hips bucked involuntarily and his eyes closed as he came into her mouth. Fleur quickly swallowed and lifted up her head, smiling.

Harry ran his hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath.

Fleur climbed back up his body, planting a kiss on his lips. Harry's hands found her breasts, rubbing them and pinching her nipples. She smiled, rubbing her shaved pussy on Harry's softening dick. It didn't take long for him to be at full mast again.

"Wait-rubber" Harry managed to mutter. Fleur laughed.

"Wizards don't use rubber, 'Arry," she said, pulling out her wand. She muttered something and Harry felt his penis tingle. She then began to slide her wet mound up and down his hard dick, not yet letting him penetrate her. "Oh, 'Arry," she moaned softly as she rubbed her clit on him. Harry grabbed her hips, holding her above his hard shaft.

Fleur reached down, guiding him into her. Harry felt her stretch around him; Hot and tight. Fleur threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. "Oh…'Arry it feels so good," she moaned. Harry felt her sinking slowly down, inch by inch. Finally, their hips connected and he was all the way inside her. Harry was in ecstasy.

Fleur then began to lift her hips back up again, then slowly brought them back down. Harry groaned, sliding his hands up towards her breasts. She began to fuck him faster and harder, moaning loudly. Harry subconsciously congratulated himself on the silencing charm he'd remembered, as she was being quite loud. "'Arry, I am getting close," she cried out. Harry grabbed her hips and roughly flipped them over, so that he was on top of her. Fleur squealed in surprise, wrapping her legs around his back. Harry began to piston in and out of her, holding himself off of her by his elbows. "Don't stop 'Arry…Ohhh," Fleur arched her back up towards him, her hands running through his hair.

Harry gyrated his hips a little, going at different angles as he thrust into her. He could feel the her wetness dripping down his balls as he slammed into her. Suddenly she cried out loudly, clenching her hands in his hair. Harry could feel her inner walls spasm around him as she came. He thrust into her a few more times before he felt his orgasm bubbling up from inside him. He shut his eyes, focusing on the intense pleasure radiating from his groin. One last thrust, and he felt himself explode inside of her. He froze for a few moments, neither of them moving. He then slowly pulled himself out of her and collapsed to her side.

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