Chapter 9- Love is in the air
"Well, it's time to go back." James sighed as he sat down. Sirius and Remus and Peter and even Regulus sat down next to him.
Harry frowned.
"There is space here boys. Why are you sitting like that?" He questioned
James laughed.
"No reason, dear brother. Just a change of scenery. The view looks very different and new from this side." He explained.
"Yup. No reason at all. Just peachy." Sirius sent a thumb.
Harry frowned. "If you say so." He shrugged.
James and Sirius grimaced as it brought back a memory.
FLASHBACK
"Boys. A word," Narcissa called the five boys aside from Harry who was speaking with Amelia.
"Ok. We are speaking and you will be listening. Are we clear?" Bellatrix asked in a no-nonsense tone and the boys knew at once that they should not dare to disagree.
"When you get into the compartment, you better not sit next to Harry. None of you." She warned.
"We will be sitting over there. And you better not forget what we are telling you." She glared at the boys who nodded meekly.
"If by any chance you mess this up or he gets suspicious, you will not be able to satisfy your girlfriends after we are done with you." Narcissa grinned evilly and the boys paled considerably.
Bellatrix is one thing, but a plotting Narcissa is as dangerous as fiendfyre.
They quickly nodded before dashing away from the two.
FLASHBACK ENDS
"James. What is going on?" Harry questioned curiously?
"Nothing of that sort, Harry. It's just the view. Am I right, guys?" He asked his other friends who nodded quickly.
Harry was about to speak when Bellatrix and Narcissa entered the compartment.
They casually dropped into the seats next to Harry. Or rather, a bit too close to Harry.
"Harry," Bellatrix called. "I am a bit tired. You don't mind if I take a short nap, do you?" She questioned innocently.
Harry nodded. He was about to tell Narcissa to scoot over when he felt a weight settle on his lap.
He looked down as Bellatrix settled in his lap, making it a pillow.
"Thanks, Harry." She said and pulled his arm around her so that it was locked and promptly closed her eyes.
Harry would not have paid much attention if he would have not tried to avoid them much. He glared at the boys who were grinning like lunatics.
"What the hell?" He mouthed quietly to his brother. James could only shrug and continue with his grinning.
Harry continued glaring at the boy. He couldn't believe that he was stuck. He settled down for the trip, for now, swearing to get back at the boys later.
With nothing to do, he slowly dozed off to sleep himself, his grip tightening on the girl sleeping in his lap.
Harry awakened sometime later, and at first glance, the train had come to a stop and students were getting down from the train.
He frowned as he felt something round and soft in his hand. He looked towards his left side and he was greeted with blonde hair. Narcissa was asleep on his shoulder. And the soft thing was not on her side.
He then looked towards his other side. He felt the urge to squeeze the soft object and did so. He heard a moan escape Bellatrix.
Harry's eyes widened.
"Okay. What the hell did you just do, Harry?" He questioned himself and he suddenly realised.
His face burned in embarrassment. He couldn't stop his hand which squeezed the soft flesh once again. Another moan.
Harry was now as bright as possible.
He was squeezing her breast.
He slowly took his arm away from the girl and shook the two of them gently.
"Bellatrix, Narcissa." He called.
"We have arrived." He announced to the now sitting up girls.
He stood up. And stretched.
"Let's go." He motioned the two of them to follow him.
"You look flustered, Harry?" Bellatrix piped innocently. Harry's face burned in embarrassment and he shook his head.
"It's nothing. Come on." He walked out of the compartment.
The two girls watched the boy leave and burst into laughter.
"Lucky bitch." Narcissa snarked at her sister, eliciting a smirk.
"I know. Come on. Let's not keep him waiting." They got down and found Harry waiting for them.
"Sorry, it took so long." Harry waved off their apology and the three sat in the last carriage that was visible. They made their journey in silence.
The feast was underway when they entered the Great Hall. The two girls stood on their tiptoes and kissed each side of his cheek. The Great Hall went silent. Harry cursed under his breath.
They were doing it again. They were not listening to him. He felt the eyes of the entire castle on him. The two girls were now seated next to their sister and he walked back to the Gryffindor table.
"I will curse you all." He warned his friends who could only laugh at his plight.
The boys walked back to their Common room after their dinner. Harry was trailing behind, seemingly lost in thought.
James and the gang were seated in their seats when they heard a gentle cough.
James turned around and stiffened when he saw Lily standing behind him.
The common room was now silent, watching the impending confrontation.
"Ms Evans." James gulped. She was more beautiful than before the holidays. He quickly shook his head. These thoughts were not needed right now.
"How can we help you?" He questioned.
"Lily." She smiled. James frowned in confusion. "You can start by calling me, Lily." She explained and smiled at the boy.
"Okay…" he trailed off. Lily was nervous. She shuffled on her feet.
"I am sorry." She whispered and James dropped open his mouth in shock.
"What?" He croaked.
"I am sorry. For what I said. It was immature and very much unwanted." She said.
"I was angry and I let my temper get the better of me." She explained.
"I realized instantly that I had crossed a line, but I didn't have the nerve to apologize." She looked away in shame.
"It's fine." James waved her apology off.
"Honestly. With the amount of trouble that I have given you, it's nothing. Water under the bridge." He smiled.
Lily smiled back gratefully.
"On that note, will you accompany me to Hogsmeade this coming weekend?" She asked and Sirius fell out of his chair in shock. James was frozen in his place. The marauders were speechless and that was saying something.
It was sometime after that James regained his voice.
"Is this some kind of a joke, Ms Evans? If yes, it is a very bad joke." He muttered.
Lily shook her head very quickly.
"No. I am very serious." But James continued.
"I don't want a pity date, Ms Evans. I am sorry. But you don't have to do that." He rambled.
"But I want to go with you." She insisted.
"Truly?" James questioned, still in disbelief. Lily nodded shyly. James grinned and nodded his head. Very quickly for a man who was denying any and every feeling he had towards the girl in front of him.
"That's great." She smiled. She then leaned forward and pecked his cheek.
"I'll see you around, James." She whispered, blushing herself and turned away only to crash against a tall figure.
Lily looked up into a pair of bright green eyes that gave her shivers in her spine.
She was standing in front of Harry Potter, who was watching her with a raised eyebrow.
She shuffled on her feet. She didn't know why, but she was slightly scared of the boy. Not in a bad way. It was like she respected and feared his ability in a way. He had an air around him that screamed danger.
She turned around. "Bye James." She whispered and raced away to the dormitory, leaving behind a dazed James, stunned Marauders and confused Harry.
--&&&&--
"Good Morning, James." James looked up and saw Lily smiling at him. Marlene Mckinnon and her sister Alice were behind her as well.
"Morning Lily. Girls." He wished the three.
"Come on. Sit down." He patted the seat next to him as he sat down. Lily shuffled on her feet, her eyes flitting everywhere as if she was looking for someone.
James quickly latched onto the problem.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Lily shook her head quickly. "Nothing. It's just….Uhm…" she trailed off.
"She means Harry," Remus replied, shooting a grin at James.
"What's with Harry?" James questioned, still confused.
"Uhm….it's just that…..he scares me a bit." She replied, her face red with embarrassment.
"Yeah. He does scare a lot of us." James chuckled. "But that's how he is. Tough and uncaring. He does what he sees as right. He speaks what he thinks is right. You watched him tear into Dumbbells, didn't you?"James questioned.
Lily nodded.
"He lives and plays by his principles. To be frank, he is already an adult in the stage of a teenager." He explained.
"He is very good with magic. Extremely good." She said.
"Good. He is the bloody Merlin himself." Sirius snorted.
"You haven't seen him in his full capability, Evans. Just ask the students who have their parents on the Wizengamot." Sirius pointed.
"The only girl who can barely hold herself against him in this school is Bellatrix and that is because the git bloody trains her." He explained.
"Bellatrix was scary before, but Bellatrix trained by Harry is dangerously scary." Sirius shuddered.
"I am what?" A voice was heard out of nowhere and the Black sisters stood in front of Sirius.
Sirius paled dramatically. "Uhmmm…..nothing, Bella." He backpedalled.
"Sirius thinks that you are scary and dangerous." James pointed out, causing the girl to smirk at her cousins.
"He knows me too well." She replied haughtily before sitting down.
"Where is Harry?" She questioned the group.
"Working out. You know what he is up to in the morning." James grumbled.
Andromeda smirked. "You almost seem jealous, James." She pointed out.
"I am jealous. Bloody git is built like a Greek God. I don't even know how the hell he works out that much and stays alive the entire day. I work out half as much as him and I would be dead on my feet by the end of the day." He grumbled and caused a few chuckles to be heard.
"And there he comes." Sirius pointed out as Harry walked in. What was different and shocking to the group was he looked different
"Has...he?" Peter stuttered.
"Tied his hair up, yes he has," Bellatrix whispered, licking her lips in desire.
Harry had tied up his hair in a ponytail rather than the usual one where he let his hair fall freely on his shoulder.
Harry was probably the only Potter after many centuries to have straight hair. It still contained the famous Potter messiness, but contributing to his Black traits, he had them long and straight enough to manage these hairstyles.
He calmly sat down and began to eat.
"What?" He questioned when he noticed the eyes of his friends on him.
"You have changed your hair." Amelia pointed out. Harry nodded. "Felt like I wanted a change." He shrugged.
Narcissa who was sitting next to him started to run her hand through his hair.
"You look dashing, love." She whispered, kissing his cheek as she did.
What she didn't expect was him smiling back at her.
"Thanks love." He casually went back to his breakfast ignoring a blushing Narcissa.
The rest of the time passed and now they were ready to leave for their classes.
Harry had potions with Slytherin.
"Bloody Slughorn." He grumbled.
"I will bloody kill the man if he starts kissing my arse again." He growled. Bellatrix slapped him on his head.
"You will not use such crass language in front of me." He nodded solemnly.
"Yes, mam." He grinned.
She then locked her hand with his and pulled him with her.
"Come on. Someone must keep you away from Slughorn." She pointed out.
They made their way towards the dungeons. "Slughorn is quite alright." Harry heard Marlene speak out.
Harry nodded. "He certainly is a very good teacher. But he is a man who is like a collector of prized artifacts. He collects the most influential and brilliant students and he makes connections that must not be possible with a Hogwarts professor." He pointed out.
"What…." Harry froze midwords. He felt his arm being pushed between something soft and familiar. Harry looked down and his face heated up brilliantly when he observed that his hand was pressed in between her breasts.
He failed to notice her smirk.
He felt a different sensation overtake his body. His pants became uncomfortably tight.
"Bellatrix." He hissed silently, not wanting to gain the attention of the others.
"What are you doing?" He questioned.
"What's wrong Harry? Your face is all red." She pointed out innocently.
"Bellatrix. My hand." He pointed out. Bellatrix looked down and gasped.
"Lord Peverell. How dare you?" She mock gasped.
She then smiled sultrily. "You could simply have asked, my lord." She whispered in his ear.
Harry was now stuttering.
"Wh...what? Ask….." He stuttered.
Bellatrix grinned.
"If you wanted to touch it so badly, you could have just asked, Harry. You did it yesterday." She said and placed his palm completely on her breast.
"Bellatrix?" Harry gasped. He tried to pull his palm away, but she held his hand tightly.
"Do you like them, Harry? Are they any good?" She questioned pressing his hand harder on her breast.
"Bellatrix. Please stop this." He begged, regaining his composure.
Bellatrix frowned.
"I don't like you calling me Bellatrix. Give me a good nickname. Just like you call my sister." She instructed.
"What….what do you want me to call you?" He questioned. She let his hand go, but before he could speak, he was pressed against the wall with her breasts pressed to his chest.
"Anything….Harry." She whispered huskily, biting his ear lobe.
"I don't know. I…" his breath hitched when she pressed against him harder. "I don't know….Tell me what you want me to call you." He asked her.
"Uhm...let me think." She pressed harder against him.
"Well, let me see, Bella?" She wondered.
"No. Too common. My Harry must call me something different. Not the one that the others use." She said.
"Trix...No. Not happening." She shook her head.
"Trixie…" she again dismissed the idea.
"Bell?" She tried the name out. She nodded.
"Why don't you try it, Harry?" She asked him.
"Bell?" He moaned as she grinded against him. He closed his mouth with a snap.
Bellatrix smirked.
"Again?" She asked.
"Bell?" He called the girl again.
Bellatrix nodded, seemingly happy at his decision.
"You will call me that from now, won't you?" He nodded quickly. She caressed his cheek and planted a wet kiss next to his lips. "Good Harry." She smiled.
"Come on love." She grabbed his hand and led him towards the exit of the castle.
"Bellatr…" he stopped mid-word when he saw her glare.
"Bell?" He said immediately to placate the girl. "The dungeons, potions…"He pointed.
"It's already very late, Harry. No use going to class. And I know that you don't like Potions. Just come with me." She pulled the boy and led him towards the Black lake.
They sat down by a tree. She pushed him to the trunk of the tree and then sat herself down in between his legs, and pulled his arms around her. She rested her head against his chest.
"Perfect." She sighed happily.
Harry couldn't do anything. He had made up his mind to derail the girl from his plan, but she had no intention of stopping, whatsoever. His mind travelled back to the events a few minutes ago. His mind was filled with the images of him and a naked Bellatrix and him playing with her breasts.
He shook his head, clearing such thoughts.
"Do you hate me, Harry?" She questioned out of the blue.
Harry was surprised.
"No. Why do you ask?" He questioned the girl curiously
"No reason. I just thought that you might not like me." She whispered. "Are you sure you don't dislike me?" She questioned again.
"No way. I can never dislike you." He answered without hesitation.
"Then why are you denying yourself of this, Harry?" She asked.
"Why are you so adamant about not reciprocating my feelings back?" She questioned.
"Do you find me repulsive, Harry?" He shook his head quickly.
"I told you before. You are probably the most beautiful woman l have ever seen, Bellatrix."
"Then what is the reason for your rejection? Why can't you just accept this?" She asked
Bellatrix then shook her head.
"Never mind. What is my last name, Potter?" She questioned the boy who frowned
"Black."
"Then let me tell you that there are no more stubborn people out there than us, Lord Peverell." She explained.
"I decided to have you, Harry. I will have you. Even you would not be able to stop me. I will wrap you around my fingers. I will have you dancing to my tunes soon enough. You will not be able to escape me, Harry." She pointed out.
She then smirked at him.
"Oh, the things I will do to you." She whispered, grinding her hips against his crotch and she elicited a moan.
"The things I will make you do to me. We will have loads of fun, love." She whispered.
She then turned to him. Her eyes met his.
"Do you doubt my words, Harry?" She questioned him with a raised eyebrow.
' What the hell can I say to her?' He thought. He didn't doubt her for a single second. He knew that she would do what she said she would.
"Just hold me, love. You don't have to speak out to let me know your answer. Nobody is as good for you as Bellatrix Black, Harry Potter. You will see what I mean." She smiled.
"For now, just hold me." She instructed.
She pulled his arms around her so that they were resting around her stomach.
The two didn't say anything. Bellatrix just fell asleep, her head resting on his chest, and she pulled her hand closer to him.
Harry could see no escape. There was no escape from this and he didn't want to. He wouldn't want to draw her ire. She won't be so forgiving.
He silently closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
--&&&&--
Harry woke up to a fragrance that he could associate with only one person. Bellatrix. The lavender perfume he had come to associate her with.
He looked around and observed that it was evening. They had forgone today's classes.
He looked down to his chest where he found Bell, sleeping.
He could not take his eyes off of the girl.
She was truly beautiful. Her pale skin is very clear with not a spot. Her long eyelashes and her eyelids. Her pink lips. His eyes lingered at her lips. He was tempted to just lean down and kiss her, but he shook himself awake properly.
He still held her close to him, his arms locked around her waist.
"Bell?" He shook the girl gently.
"Come on, Bell. It's becoming dark." He shook her gently and Bellatrix opened her eyes, which were blurry from sleep. He was mesmerized by her eyes. Her deep violet eyes. It glowed briefly. Just like his emeralds.
"Harry? We missed the entire day." She pointed out. Harry shrugged.
"It's not like we need it."
"True." She conceded.
"Let's go. It will get colder." He pointed out. She stood up and brushed her robes.
"That was the best sleep I had in my life." She pointed out.
"You make a fantastic pillow." She said.
Harry offered him an arm. "Come on. They must be waiting inside." He walked with her as she interlinked his arm with hers.
"Bellatrix...I…" he made to speak, but he stopped all of a sudden.
"I know what you want to say, Harry. But I want you to not worry about your cute self. I know the dilemma that is running through your head. You might want to speak to Cissy. She might have something to say." She pointed out.
Harry nodded. He had to speak to the other girl as well.
They entered the great hall and casually made their way to where the others were seated.
The others watched them coming.
"Ahh, the love birds return from their nest. What a sight, the two were. So calm and loving and peaceful." Sirius pointed out exaggeratedly.
"Shut up, mutt," Harry grumbled.
He could see the others grin mischievously.
"Guess you all saw that?" He questioned.
"Yep." James nodded quickly.
"Harry and Bellatrix sitting under a tree.
K-I-S-S…" Sirius began to sing but was stopped when Harry punched him in his head.
"Sirius. Just shut your big mouth." He growled and his eyes glowed a little, causing the others to pipe down.
"Good." He said and sat down.
He reached for his pumpkin juice that was just served when he felt something off.
"Guys. Don't drink it." He pointed out. He could feel a strange magical signature from the drinks. He looked around the Gryffindor table and he saw that it was the same. But not for the other three houses.
He subtly glanced towards the Slytherin table and he instantly knew who it was. Three boys seemed very interested in their drinks. Snape, Rabastan and Crouch Jr.
Harry has kept an eye on the boy. He was nothing like his father. Barty Crouch Sr was convinced that any and every spell that draws blood is dark. He is a fantastic wizard, no question but is a bit off his head.
His son though, had a lot of them fooled. If he didn't know better, he would have thought the boy was a saint. He was charming and intelligent and hard-working and looked innocent. Too bad that he was borderline psychopathic. His eyes held the craziness that he could not understand, but he knew that nothing good came of it.
He stood up and grabbed two glasses of pumpkin juice before making his way to the Slytherin table. The Great Hall dimmed the noise, watching his every move.
He sat down in front of the three and placed the glasses in front of them.
"Drink." He said. The three boys gulped under his silent stare.
"What do you want, Potter?" Snape questioned.
"Don't shit with me, grease hair. Just fucking drink it." He whispered.
The teachers had now arrived at the place of the scene.
"Mr Potter. What is the matter?" McGonagall questioned
"These three have spiked the drinks of our entire table." He answered.
"Nonsense." Slughorn boomed.
"You must be mistaken, Mr Potter." He said only to stop when Harry nodded.
"Fair enough." He shrugged.
"But just tell them to have this drink, to sate my doubt." He said. "No harm done right?" He questioned.
He then turned back to the boys expectantly. "Go on. I want to see if it's not tampered with. It's just pumpkin juice. No harm." He said.
The boys looked at each other and glanced at the glasses with tripedition.
Harry sighed. "I am dangerously close to losing my patience. Don't make me bring my title to the fold. You guys know how dangerous it would be. Stop digging your grave." He warned.
The boys nodded to each other, seemingly coming to the same conclusion.
"We have rigged the drinks," Crouch admitted and Slughorn gaped at the boys.
"What?" He mumbled.
"We asked an elf to mix a potion for stomach troubles." He continued.
"Hmm. Drink it." Harry ordered.
"What?" Snape asked,
"Drink it." He shrugged.
"I want the three of you to drink it." He turned back to James.
"Get four more of those glasses." James complied and placed the glasses in front of Harry.
"Make haste, boys. I don't have all day." He snapped.
"Mr Potter." Dumbledore interrupted.
"Please reconsider." He said, but Harry spoke up.
"So it was alright for them to spike the drinks of a hundred other students and they won't even take one." He questioned incredulously.
"No. It wasn't like that." Dumbledore answered. "There is no need for that when they have already admitted their mistake." He pointed out.
"We can put it behind us and move on." He said.
"Punishment?"Harry questioned, massaging his temples with his fingers. He was beginning to get a headache.
"They would be given detention for the remainder of the month and a hundred points would be taken off." He announced.
Harry snorted. "And you wonder why they are always behaving like a bunch of shits." He piped up.
"They get away with things like this. Why, just because they are privileged. Who will answer to the parents of those kids that are not of our world? Will you, headmaster?" He questioned.
"They don't matter at all, do they?" He questioned rhetorically.
"Never mind. You shits are drinking it. If not, my wand would do the talking." He warned, his power leaking around, causing the air to thicken considerably.
The boys slowly grabbed a glass each and looked at each other, the nerves visible. They were apprehensive.
"Ah. Not so funny when you are on the receiving end, is it? Drink up. Come on." He added.
"Potter. This is getting ridiculous." Rudolphus Lestrange interfered, but Harry glared at the boy.
"You will sit down and shut up, Lestrange. My patience is waning with each passing second." He growled.
"Drink it." He snapped as he banged on the table. The three Slytherins quickly downed their glasses.
A minute later, the three boys shouted in pain and doubled up, holding their stomachs. They started to empty their stomachs, moaning in pain.
Harry nodded, satisfied by the result.
He stood up. "Your fathers will be hearing of this." He informed Crouch and Lestrange. The two boys paled dramatically.
He then looked at Snape. "You. You will never get a career after I am done with you. You will be looked down on for the rest of your life. You just spoiled your immense talent, Snape." Harry shook his head. That was true. Whatever might be the issue, Snape was an extremely brilliant potioneer. The youngest potions master in history.
He got up from the table, not bothering to look back and see what was going on. He went back to the table that was occupied by his other friends.
"How did you know?" A curious Amelia questioned him. She knew how good her friend was. But even she was not privy to the complete extent of his abilities.
Harry didn't reply at first. He frowned in thought as to how he was going to explain this.
"Well, I don't know. But I have a gift. Or a special talent I suppose. I can easily detect magical signatures. The one out of place. We all have varying magical signatures. Our essence in the work we perform is left behind after the result. There are a few of them capable of masking this signature, but that is for low-level spells. High concentration magic cannot be masked.
I recognized the signature from the other day. When he had played a stupid prank. I felt the same signature I knew it should be him. We can never manipulate a magical signature.
It is this magic that I sense." He explained.
Amelia nodded, satisfied by his explanation. "You are kind of weird, Harry." She grinned.
Harry chuckled. "Aren't we all, Amy. Aren't we all."
--&&&&--
"Are you sure that this will work, Lucius? I have a bad feeling about this." Avery said.
The Slytherin boys had gathered around to finalize their plan. They plan to abduct one Narcissa Black and violate her.
It was more of Lucius Malfoy's idea. The man had become obsessed with this plan and with the idea of having the girl. The lengths he had gone to for this to work was astonishing.
"It's a risky plan, you fool." Lucius agreed. He then smirked.
"But the dark lord has given me a weapon. A very interesting weapon that will be crucial to get Harry Potter." He said.
He then started to explain the plan to get Potter to the scene. The other boys who had been apprehensive till the moment brightened up considerably.
"It is a very simple plan, but with the help of our Lord, it became a dangerous and successful plan." He finished.
Thomas Avery and Craig Jugson remained behind. "I don't like this one bit, Thomas," Jugson said softly.
"He is blinded. If word gets out, we are all dead. Not to mention what he will do to us." He whispered.
Thomas Avery and Craig Jugson were two of the Slytherin boys who didn't want to involve themselves in this shit. Especially Avery. He had thought that the Malfoy heir would learn his ways. But that was not to be.
Harry Potter was not someone to mess with. He had learnt that. He had done well to stay away from the boy. It had proved useful.
Now, they were involving themselves in something dangerous.
"They can do anything they want. I am out of this." Thomas said.
"They are simply messing with the wrong kind of people. Dark Lord or not, you just don't mess with Lord Potter." He whispered.
"And his son, something tells me that he is a huge matter in the things to come. I would rather stay out of it and live than cross him and die." Avery whispered.
"You saw him, Jugson. The boy has the balls to stand up and call out on Dumbledore. None have managed to do it. Ever." He said.
"Father did show me the memory. He can fight Thomas. He will crush them. These fuckers are thinking with their cocks. And don't forget the eldest sister. That woman is a borderline lunatic. Her wand is quicker than her words. I heard that she is being trained by him." Hudson whispered, his eyes flitting all over the place.
"I still remember that castration hex she hit Abernathy with. And she was in her third year. Where the hell does a third-year student learn a castration curse?" He questioned rhetorically.
"Adds to the fact that the Blacks are insane." He finished.
"Whatever happens, I don't want to be at the end of his wand. Let's just mind our own business." Avery said and the boys got up to leave the common room.
"Should we tell him about this, just to be on the safer side?" Jugson questioned.
Avery was in deep thought. Should they tell him? If he finds out that even he was involved, he will surely give hell. But telling him is like betraying the dark lord. His father would skin him alive.
Thomas Avery didn't want to follow this dark lord. It was not that he disagreed with his views. He loathed the mudbloods, but he didn't share enough hate against them with his father. He won't bother with who are beneath them.
"That seems to be a good idea. He will suspect us. That is for sure. We are with each other most of the time. I would rather warn him subtly. No need for a direct approach." He informed the other young man.
"Let's hope that he does listen to us," Jugson said softly, walking back to his dorm room.
--&&&--
Harry was walking through the corridors. He had not bothered continuing with Herbology like the others. He had sufficient knowledge of the subject. He didn't bother taking the NEWTs for that as it didn't interest him much.
Harry smiled in reminiscence of Neville Longbottom. The pudgy Gryffindor boy was a genius in Herbology.
Neville was not anything like his father. Frank Longbottom was a powerful wizard. He commanded respect among his peers. Outgoing, athletic and more physical.
His mother Alice (it had taken a hell of a lot of time and the news of her and Frank's betrothal for him to put two and two together.) She was an outgoing girl. Kind, beautiful and very sharp. She was quick with her wand and very good in charms.
The two of them had begun joining the group and had by now become regulars.
Harry still couldn't place how in the hell Neville grew up without much confidence.
He shrugged in his thoughts.
He was passing a broom closet when he suddenly felt someone take him by his arm and pull him in. A spell was ready on his tongue tip and was almost delivered when Narcissa became visible.
"Wow calm down there, Tiger." She whispered, raising her hand when she felt his wand pressed under his neck.
"Cissa?" He hissed. "What is the meaning of this? I could have cursed your head off." He whispered.
Narcissa didn't seem to worry about that.
"Eh…." She shrugged.
"I wanted to get you alone. So I skipped Transfiguration." She smiled brilliantly at Harry.
"We have an entire afternoon to speak, Cissa. Did you have to skip McGonagall's class?" He asked her exasperatedly.
Narcissa smiled mischievously.
"Oh come on, Harry. Don't be such a dummy. I escaped class to have fun. More like having fun with you." She said, smiling brightly.
Harry rolled his eyes. "We are in a broom closet, Cissa. I don't think this is the definition of fun."
Her smile turned feral and Harry started having a few doubts.
"Oh, my poor, naive, Harry. A boy, a girl and a broom closet. This is the exact definition of fun." She explained.
Harry frowned. "What are you speaking about?" He questioned.
She pushed him to the sidewall and pressed against him before pulling him down and locking his lips with hers.
Harry didn't bother fighting. He knew it was a lost cause. And for some reason, he didn't want to break this.
He pulled her flush against him and his hand locked around her waist.
He took the lead. For the first time since the girls started to show these feelings towards him, this was the first time he initiated a kiss.
He kissed her back feverishly. Her soft lips complemented his rough ones. Narcissa was surprised when she felt his hand on her hips. Her shock and surprise rose when he took control.
'This is new.' She thought but she wasn't complaining.
She moaned into his mouth when he pulled her harder against him. The two pulled back, gasping for breath. Harry's eyes mirrored her own. It was glazed over with desire that she was sure was the case with her. Her lips were swollen from the passionate kiss the two shared. Harry placed a hand on her cheek and started rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
The two leaned forward and started to kiss again. This went on for some time.
Harry stared at the girl in front of him. Her flushed cheeks, glazed blue eyes that were glowing slightly.
"We must talk." He whispered seriously.
She nodded. "What should I do, Cissa?" He questioned her.
"Like I said, how the hell can I choose between the two of you. It's impossible." He muttered.
Narcissa smiled.
"You can leave that to us, Harry." She said.
"I and Bella will decide that. Just tell me if you are finally pulling your brain out of the shell and finally accepting our advances? Tell me if you are finally reciprocating our feelings?" She questioned. Her tone held excitement.
Harry couldn't stop the smile that reached his lips. He nodded.
"I am." He said and Narcissa attacked his lips with hers. The two kissed for a while and let go.
"You don't know how long I waited to hear those words." She whispered as she straightened her robes.
"From the moment I saw you for the first time, I was head over heels for you." She explained.
"I even asked Aunt Dorea for permission to date you. I knew. I knew at the very beginning that you are mine." She said.
The two exited the closet and began walking to their dorms. "I probably am the happiest person in the world right now." She gushed.
Harry chuckled.
"I never wanted to push the two of you away. Not really. I needed to know if you are taking this too fast and then the two of you would have probably ended up hurting yourselves." He explained.
"After Christmas, I couldn't do it anymore. Everything I said that evening was a big lie. I don't want any other fucking monkey with you. I wanted the two of you for myself. I hate the fact that I suggested that you forget about me."
Narcissa laughed. A melodious tune for his years. 'How in Merlin's name can she make her laughter sound beautiful?' He thought. He pushed her against a wall and kissed her again.
"Not that I am complaining, but what was that for?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Harry suddenly looked sheepish.
"Uhm… I love your laughter, you know. From the first time I heard it, I loved it when you laugh." He explained going red in embarrassment.
Narcissa giggled at his predicament.
That brought Harry short. He stared wide-eyed at the girl.
"What?" She asked, defensively.
"You giggled." He pointed out. "You are the perfect example of a lady. You never giggled." He pointed out.
Narcissa smiled. "I am a girl, Harry. I have these privileges. In the House of Snakes, though, you need to be alert." She explained. "That is why most of the girls there seem cold and closed off. Of course, Bella is an exception. She doesn't mind. She doesn't care. It's only about those who matter that she cares about."
Harry nodded. He liked that about Bellatrix. She was unique. She cared less for trivial matters.
"What do we do now?" He asked the girl who had grabbed his arm in hers.
They now stopped at the staircases.
She patted his cheek before planting a kiss on his cheek.
"You don't worry about that, love. Leave that to Bella and me." She said and walked away to her dorm.
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"Where were you the entire day?" Andromeda questioned the girl as soon as she sat down.
Narcissa waved her off.
"He said yes." She told her eldest sister.
Bellatrix lit up as she heard those words.
"He did?"
Narcissa nodded.
"Yes. He wants to know what we do next."
"What are you going to do?" Andromeda asked them curiously.
Narcissa and Bellatrix looked at each other and grinned.
"Now, we will give him the time of his life," Bellatrix said grinning mischievously, mirrored by their youngest sister.
TBC--
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