Author's Note:Before I start this new chapter, there's two things I want to say, the first is to apologize for not updating sooner. But the problem is that until now the mood and the muse to write this story has not been there to do anything, and for that I am truly sorry, but I might have an idea for how to deal with this, and I'll explain at the end of the chapter.
The second thing is that I've been told that I have wrote Crouch Sr in a few chapters, when I have removed him from the main story when Harry's name was pulled out of the Goblet. For that, I am truly sorry. So just think that until now, it was Percy standing in his place instead. I'm too lazy to go back and look for the chapters with Crouch in them and change them, as it would mean that I would have to come with something new and alter the chapters.
Anyway, on with the story.
Chapter Thirty-Seven!
25th of December - Entrance Hall:
Harry arrived at the entrance hall to find it was packed with students, all milling around, waiting for the clock to strike six, signalling when the doors to the Great Hall would open for the Yule Ball. Those people who were meeting partners from different Houses were edging through the crowd trying to find one another.
His friends soon entered the hall and began talking to him as he waited for his date. The other Champions eventually trickled in, and soon Fleur Delacour, (whom Harry still didn't like, despite how stunning she appeared in her silver-gray satin robes) was accompanied by Ravenclaw's quidditch captain, Roger Davies. Cedric Diggory was accompanied by the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang, while Viktor Krum had a red-head Slytherin girl hanging off his arm.
A group of Slytherin students came up the steps from their dungeon common room, Malfoy in front. He was wearing dress robes of black velvet with a high collar, which in Harry's opinion made him look like a vicar. Pansy Parkinson, in very frilly robes of pale pink, was clutching Malfoy's arm. Crabbe and Goyle both resembled moss-covered boulders with their green robes, and neither of them - Harry was pleased to see - had managed to find a partner.
Movement from down the corridor caught his eye, and a flash of deep blue caused his back to straighten. As soon as he saw the blonde hair of his date, he stepped forward.
Daphne was simply stunning. Her gown swept the very edge of the ground from where it had flared out from her hips. Above that, the midnight-blue silk hugged her tiny waist, emphasised her bosom, and was held up by thin straps. Hints of sparkling silver were dotted throughout the dress, emphasised by the thin chain of linked silver that wrapped around her waist, leaving a single dangling length on her left hip.
Her creamy shoulders and neck were accentuated by a sparkling sapphire that dangled from a silver chain around her neck. Daphne's long blonde completed her regal look in an elaborate knot around her head.
"You're beautiful," Harry confessed to his strong-willed mate.
"You're not too bad yourself, Potter," Daphne was forced to admit.
"Attention please!" Professor McGonagall called out as she walked into the room. She briefly looked at the couple's, sparing a small smile when she saw Harry with Daphne; she knew that the Greengrass heir was being difficult for her alpha, and she hoped this would break the ice between the pair, "Now that you are all here, we can begin. You will all exit that door which will take you out into the Great Hall. Once you are all on the dance floor the music will start and the first dance will begin. When you finish, you will be directed to a table at the front of the room where you will all sit together, joined by a few others. Any questions? No? Very well, line up. Ms Delacour, you will be first. Then Mr Diggory, followed by Mr Krum, and finally Mr Potter with Ms Greengrass. Good luck everyone, and do try to have a good time."
Professor McGonagall then left through the door she had indicated, leaving it open for the champions and their dates to walk follow. They could all hear the murmuring from the crowd of students that were waiting on the other side of the door, and each felt a little nervous, though they tried not to show it. As asked, Fleur Delacour and her date walked out first. The awaiting crowd immediately burst into applause which continued as Cedric and Cho linked arms and walked out the door.
"Are you ready?" Harry quietly asked Daphne, offering her his arm as he had seen the others do. As he did, Krum and his date had entered the Great Hall.
"Let's go," Daphne said in response as they headed towards the doorway. Once into the Great Hall, Harry first noticed that it did indeed look a lot bigger than normal. The long tables had been removed and replaced with dozens of smaller, circular ones that could fit about twelve people each. A dance floor had been erected in front of the stage, and the other three couples were already there waiting on them.
The crowd continued to cheer as Harry and Daphne made their way to the stage, but the boisterous noise quickly transitioned into excited chatter as people began to notice who Harry's date was. By the time they reached the dance floor, the clapping had died off completely - as well as the talking - as people stared openly at the couple.
Harry put an arm around Daphne, preparing for the dance to begin, and leaned in to whisper to her, "They're speechless. I told you that you looked good."
Daphne just give him a blank look at his compliment and made sure they were both in place for the dance. The music began softly, but quickly swelled and increased in temp as the couples began to move. Every eye was on the dancing champions, though most were on Harry Potter and his Slytherin date. He could sometimes hear parts of their conversations, most of which referenced articles from the Daily Prophet or the accusation that all Slytherins were evil.
The most amusing ones came from the female population, who were quite obviously jealous of Daphne. Harry attempted to block out the distractions and focus on what he was doing, desperate not to step on Daphne's toes or make a similar public mistake. So far, he was doing a good job - at least he thought so.
Minutes later, the dance ended and the crowd resumed their applause. Daphne leaned into Harry and told him that he did excellent before they walked over to the table that McGonagall had designated. Seated there were the other champions and their dates, as well as Professor Dumbledore, Madame Maxine, Igor Karkaroff, and the one person that Harry did not want to see at the moment: Dolores Umbridge.
When asked, Professor Dumbledore informed him that Umbridge had replaced Percy, seeing that the young man was only taking over for Crouch until a proper replacement was found. If looks could kill, both he and and Fleur would be dead. He could understand her hating him for the way he treated both her and Fudge, but he didn't understand why she hated the French bitch, as she hadn't been seen spending enough time around her to form an opinion.
At the start of the meal, menus were presented to them and Harry was surprised to see that all he had to do to order was to call out the name of the food and it would appear in front of him. Conversations during dinner largely revolved around the tournament. A few snide remarks from Umbridge were made about him, and about Half-Bloods and Muggles/Muggleborns. It made Harry realize why the bitch was so uptight: she was incredibly pro-Pureblood. He knew that he would have to be careful with her, as she would no doubt become a problem for him in the near future.
The dance floor began to fill with couples who had finished their meals. Noticing that Daphne had stopped eating, Harry asked her if she would like to dance. Daphne gave a half-hearted smile and agreed; they walked hand-in-hand back onto the dancefloor. The other couples seemed to automatically back away from them and make room - not that Harry minded.
The current song was a fair bit slower, and Harry instinctively pulled his date closer. He was pleased to see her smile; she may act like she didn't want to be here, but her body and her smile were telling a different story. In that moment, Harry could say that he really didn't care what anyone in the world said or thought, because there was nowhere he would rather be. Unfortunately, their moment wasn't meant to last.
They were in the middle of their third dance when Harry felt someone tapping on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with the angry face of his roommate and former friend, Ronald Weasley.
"Can I help you, Ron?" Harry asked, wondering why he was being interrupted.
"Yeah! You can tell me what you're doing with her," Ron answered, pointing at Daphne, who was quickly getting upset.
"I'm dancing with my date, and I would appreciate it if you left us alone now," Harry replied, trying to avoid making a scene. Knowing Ron, though, there was likely no preventing it.
"She's a Slytherin! You can't trust her!" the redhead yelled loud enough to get the attention of everyone on the dance floor. Harry's temper nearly got the better of him before Daphne spoke up, cutting him off.
"No, Weasley, the one he can't trust is you," Daphne told the young Weasley, "You were the one who turned your back on who was supposedly your best friend when he needed you the most. Despite us having our own problems, his true friends and I are here for him, and I will not let some jealous fool like you say otherwise. Now leave before I make you regret disturbing us," Daphne commanded. At some point, Harry noticed, she had taken out her wand and was grasping it tightly. From the angry look on her face, Harry could tell she was only moments away from cursing the red-headed git. While Harry wouldn't mind, he didn't want her to get into trouble because of the fool, so he lightly put his hand on her arm hoping, hoping to forestall any rash actions of hers.
"Go now, or I won't stop her," Harry said, glaring at his former friend, "I might even help her, and if I did, there would be nothing more than ash left of you."
Ron looked at them both angrily, before storming angrily back towards where he had come from.
Daphne was still fuming at the interruption, and she was slightly angry that Harry had stopped her from casting some of the nasty spells that had come to mind when Ron had butted in. While she didn't want to admit it, she was enjoying her time with Potter, even after everything she has been through with him.
Harry quickly realized that they were not going to be able to finish their dance due to all the people around them who had stopped to watch the argument. Even though Ron had left, they were still being stared at.
"Let's go outside and get some air, okay?" Harry suggested. Daphne nodded and held his hand as they walked out to the garden that had been specially prepared for the ball. A few people were already enjoying the fresh air, but not nearly as many as were inside. Those couples that had come outside mostly seemed to be concerned only with each other.
Finding an empty bench in a spot where he hoped they would not be disturbed, Harry sat down and motioned for Daphne to join him. They sat silently for a few minutes, allowing them both to calm down a little.
"Daphne, I would like to thank you for coming with me," Harry told his date.
"Like I have much choice in the matter," Daphne said with a sigh, "I am your betrothed, after all. it would look bad if people found out and I didn't go to the ball with you. And… well…"
"I know we have issues," Harry admitted to her, "but you need to understand: I'm not the same person that I used to be. I'm more aggressive and dominant than last year, and…"
Before he could continue, they were once again interrupted - this time by two people arguing, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the two teens. Harry quickly recognized one voice as belonging to Professor Snape, and the other, foreign-sounding voice as Igor Karkaroff's.
"Severus, you see it just as I do. The mark is growing darker every day," they overheard Karkaroff saying.
"Perhaps so. What will you do, then? Flee?"
"Maybe. And you?"
"I will stay here, where I am protected. They will find you if you run, Igor. You must know that," Snape warned the other man.
"We'll see," Karkaroff said before walking off. Professor Snape didn't move for a moment, apparently thinking about the conversation. As he turned to walk off he finally noticed Harry and Daphne, cuddled together on the bench and looking at him with interested expressions on their faces. Snape knew they had heard him, but decided it was best not to mention the discussion at all.
"Ah, Ms Greengrass. I find myself disappointed with your apparent lack of taste," the potions professor said while scowling at Harry. Daphne, knowing better than to challenge her Head of House when he was in a bad mood, remained silent. Harry decided to follow her lead and choked back the angry response that had come to mind. Seeing that they were not going to argue with him, Snape scowled one last time and turned to walk back towards the ball.
"What do you think that was about?" Harry asked when Snape was finally out of sight. Daphne seemed to be concentrating on something.
"Did you hear Karkaroff say 'the mark is growing darker?' I wonder if he meant the dark mark. It would make sense; they were both Death Eaters."
"I was informed about that during the summer," Harry answered, "It sounded like they were both scared. Would they be scared just because their mark was getting darker?"
"Who knows? I guess I should tell my father in my next letter. Maybe he will know what it means," Daphne replied, "Do you want to go back in?"
"Sure, if you'd like."
Daphne nodded and they walked into the hall where The Weird Sisters were now playing. Harry had never heard of them, but their music sounded somewhat like a muggle rock band.
The rest of their night passed relatively calmly, much to Harry's relief. In the remaining hours, they talked to each other, various people, and just danced with each other or - in Harry's case - some of his other girls that were at the ball. Some people continued to give them odd looks, unsure of what to make of the Gryffindor/Slytherin couple. For the most part, they were left alone, and Harry couldn't help but to wonder how much of that was a result of Daphne's threats towards Ron earlier in the night or for the fact that they knew what Harry was able to transform into.
Despite the many girls giving Daphne dark, envious looks, there was, surprisingly, one boy also giving Daphne jealous looks: Blaise Zabini. The young, dark-skinned male was confused. He had no idea why he was feeling this way when all his previous interests were women, but for the last few months, he couldn't get his mind off the Boy-Who-Lived. All he wanted was for Potter to fuck him like there was no tomorrow; make him his slut, to be used as the Boy-Who-Lived wanted. What was strange was that he wanted Harry Potter to give him a child. Not even magic had the ability to grant such a wish, yet here he was wanting it.
Over the months, Blaise has been fighting these feelings, but tonight was the worst. He wanted to be in the dress that Daphne was in, dancing with Harry Potter, and at the end of the night, he wanted to be kissed and fucked roughly.
Blaise didn't know what was going with him, but he knew that if something wasn't sorted out soon, he was going to go mad. He left half-way through the dance, unable take it anymore. Had he stuck around, it was almost guaranteed he would do something he would regret.
The party was finally coming to an end, and it was time for the students to leave. Harry's friends bade him goodnight before leaving; only a few couples were left on the dance floor, and the band had announced their last song. A few house elves could be seen beginning to clean up what was left of the food and drinks. Most of the professors had left, and those that remained were constantly checking the time, eager to make the students go back to their dorms so they could go to bed. Sensing the ball was now over, Daphne agreed to let Harry escort her back to her common room.
"I don't think the reactions we got were that bad." Harry said as they walked towards the the dungeons.
"Surprisingly, no. Not tonight, at least; I was suspecting Malfoy to make a scene tonight. Tough we should be ready for fallout from this when the shock wears off. Being friends was bearable for some in Slytherin, but dating me as well as Hermione... well, we should be ready for trouble. There are bound to be a few brave fools who'll react, even knowing what you are capable of. They will most likely just call you evil," here Harry gave her a look of 'are you kidding me,' so he added, "Okay. more evil. A Dark-Lord-in-training sort of evil. If the next week passes without anyone trying to call you evil because of this, I'll be relieved. But I doubt that will happen." Harry shrugged, deciding to wait and see.
"On the bright side, I didn't see Rita Skeeter or the other reporters around," Daphne told him, "so maybe this won't end up in the Daily Prophet."
"Neither did I, but that doesn't mean she or the others weren't there or capable of finding out somehow. Rita always seems to be where she is least wanted."
They were at the entrance of the Slytherin common room before they could continue their conversation.
"So what is it going to be like for you in there?" Harry asked, still worried about her safety.
"I will be fine tonight, assuming my little sister is already asleep. If not, I will be attacked about five seconds after I walk inside."
Harry chuckled, knowing that her sister would only be tossing questions Daphne's way.
"This was fun. I'm glad that you came with me," Harry said with a smile. They were still holding hands with her head leaning on his shoulder, and Harry was reluctant to let her go.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Potter, it was a good time, I'm glad I came with you," Daphne replied. Harry smiled and turned his head towards hers, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Daphne's hesitation only lasted for a moment before she returned the kiss. When they finally pulled apart, they were wearing almost identical grins.
With one last hug, Daphne let go and walked towards the door. Before she went in, she turned and said, "Goodnight, Harry," Using his given name for the first time that night.
"Goodnight, Daphne," he answered, smiling. Once she was through the door, Harry turned and began his walk back to the Chamber of Secrets, thinking to himself that it had been a pretty good night.
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Chamber of Secrets:
When Harry got to the Chamber of Secrets, he found Sara and Remedy in their room, both already asleep, smiling at the sight of Sara hugging her snow rabbit, Tick Tock, in her sleep. He found Medusa in her Basilisk form, sleeping in her chamber, though Dracule wasn't present; Harry suspected she was sleeping outside, as she disliked the confined spaces that came with being indoors. Tonks, Harry saw, was patrolling the halls to make sure everything was safe. As he went to his room, he noticed Hedwig was in her owl form, sleeping in her cage, and Luna laying on his covers, fully naked and fully awake, waiting for him.
"Welcome back, Master. How was the dance?" Luna greeted her master.
"It wasn't too bad," Harry admitted with a smile, "I think I nearly got through to Daphne tonight. She didn't seem too upset with me, at least.
"That's good to hear," Luna smiled at this, knowing how upset her master was with Daphne being a bitch towards him, "Did you get to fuck her?"
"Not yet; I didn't want to push her too far," Harry admitted with a frown that quickly turned into a smirk, "But I did give her a kiss at the end of the night."
Luna smirked as well, knowing the kind of kiss he was talking about, but she was a bit sad that he wasn't able to fuck the bitch. At least it meant that he had more energy for her.
Without another word, Luna slid off the bed and settled between Harry's legs. Her practiced fingers undid his robes and deftly fished his cock out of his pants and underwear; she began eagerly kissing the head. After the night Harry had, it wasn't long before his cock was hard as stone and already seeping a bit of precum, which quickly got licked clean before she took the head of Harry's cock in her mouth.
Luna's hot mouth on his hard cock was almost too much for Harry. He was grasping for some measure of control, and he was barely holding on. Seeing that Luna didn't make it to the ball that night, Harry wanted to allow her some fun before he took her himself. She seemed to sense the tension in Harry's balls, and pulled back. The next few minutes were spent kissing and licking every swollen inch of Harry's cock and balls, even venturing down to his anus, where her tongue tickled and danced lightly over his asshole. While he wasn't into having such acts performed on him, it felt like heaven. While he enjoyed every second of her oral attention, it also served to help reduce the urgency of Harry's orgasm. When she finally took him back in her mouth, he was free to just enjoy.
She slowly worked Harry's cock into her mouth, one inch at a time, until she buried her nose in his pubic hair and Harry could feel her throat grasping at the head of his cock. At that point she started to bob up and down in long, luxurious strokes, all the while running her tongue in small circles around the underside of his shaft. Harry was losing it again, and was once again grasping for control over the inevitable. Again she sensed the tension building, and again she pulled her mouth off his cock.
"Don't hold back, Master. Let me make you cum; let yourself go... I want to taste your cum. Please... let go for me," Luna begged of him.
With that said, she plunged the full length back down her throat. She took her Master's balls in one hand while massaging his asshole with the other. Harry was lost. He normally wouldn't think of this, as he didn't think it was right, but here he was, under an onslaught of pleasure. She wanted her master's cum, and Harry had no choice but to give it to her.
Feeling his release coming, he took her head in his hands and began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Before Harry knew what hit him, he exploded. The first long rope of cum went straight down Luna's throat, the second coating her tongue as he continued his motions. She swallowed every drop, diligently sucking until she was absolutely certain she had gotten all of her master's glorious nectar.
"Wow, Luna," Harry said as he looked down to see her licking every last possible drop of his cum off her mouth, "You did great, but I hope you don't think I'm finished with you tonight. That's only the start."
"I was hoping you would say that, Master," Luna purred with a slutty smile, "Now fuck me."
And so he did, non-stop for the next few hours, both enjoying every moment of it.
To be Continued!
Author's Note:Here ends the next chapter of Mishap, thank you for reading and I hoped that you enjoyed the story, and if you did could you leave some feedback to what you think of the story, and any ideas you would like to see in the story, as most of my ideas that I had are lost seeing that I haven't worked on this in a long time.
Now as you can see, I'm having difficulties updating this story, it isn't that I don't want to work on this story, as I really do, as if I remember rightly, this was my very first story I ever wrote. But the problem is that my muse and the mood to write this story has been coming and going, which is as I said at the start I got an idea. And this idea is that I ask you to write the next chapters for me, and I'll edit the chapter to fit my needs for the story. So what do you say, other than the next chapter which is over halfway done, would you like to write the next chapters for me? I would also like to ask if you got any ideas you would like to see in the next chapter? If you would like to write the next chapter, please email the chapters to dark_harry_fan at hotmail dot com, and those I use well be credited. I hope you can help, as I don't want this story to be on hold forever like a few of my stories because of my muse not being there.
These are the Key Points of the story as I remember them - if you remember anything please let me know:
Real Mad-Eye Moody teaching defence.
Tonks is Harry's Bodyguard
Creating a Tribe of Half-Breeds and Dark Creatures, on a moving island.
Hermione the Catgirl!
Possible fuck partners for Harry: Aurora and Septima
Harry is Luna's anchor
Minerva McGonagall - personal training.
Harry knows that his scar is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
Crimson Vixens/Chasers: Angelina Johnson (Leader,) Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell (Harry's Sluts, they get whatever Harry needs to build his tribe, or gain whatever info he needs.)
Dracule - Drakonid
Pets: Luna Lovegood (Human - Animagus, Basilisk Form), Medusa (Basilisk), Sara and Remedy (Centaur.)
Mates: Hermione Granger (Cat-Girl,), Minerva McGonagall (Human,) Daphne and Astoria Greengrass (Human.)
Blood Status: Drakonid
Ally: Neville Longbottom
Minerva McGonagall, after this chapter she is about three months along with Harry's child.
Blaise Zabini is a female trapped in a male's body.
Harry wants to make Fleur Delacour into his toy.
Once again thanks for reading this story, and and please leave a good length review letting me know what you think of the chapter.