Chapter 4: Classes and Detention.
Harry took a seat next to Daphne, ignoring Granger and Weasley as they tried to beckon him to sit next to them. McGonagall started the class, the topic of the day being how to turn an animal into another animal. Harry was painfully bored, damning his decision to come to school to take classes that were all too easy for him. McGonagall saw his boredom, and pounced on him.
She said irritatedly "Mr. Potter, your boredom is inappropriate. Why don't you try the task? Can you do it at all? I want you to turn your rat into a cat."
He simply flicked his wand at the rat, easily turning it into a tabby cat that meowed in confusion. McGonagall looked pissed that he had done it, and reluctantly said "Very well, Potter. Ten points to Slytherin."
Harry leaned back, and helped Daphne to do it, which she picked up quite easily. The bell rang, and they left for Potions.
Harry entered, and Snape stormed in about five minutes after the class started, his robes billowing dangerously. He flicked his wand at the board, and instructions were copied onto it. With a sneer, he said "What are you waiting for? Begin! I want no useless chatter or dilly dallying, this is a NEWT class, and I expect perfection."
Harry noticed that Weasley had not made the class, and grinned inwardly, realizing that the boy had no skill at all. Potions class, to Harry, was like cooking with skill, and seemed to be a task that required only attention to detail and brains. The fact that Weasley could not make the class simply showed his inadequate brainpower.
Harry set up his stuff and began working, easily creating the Draught of Peace with twenty minutes to spare. Snape nodded at him, and gave Slytherin ten points as well, only to turn and take a multitude of points off Gryffindor when a few of them lost their cauldrons to various explosions. Harry left the class with Daphne, who was an excellent brewer as well, chortling. He was paused by Snape, who took him aside for a second to ask a favor.
"Corvai," he said with a whisper, "would you be able to help me this weekend? I'm working on a new potion that might help against silver. With the potions you've made, we'll be like humans, only with our strengths, and none of the weaknesses."
Harry grinned widely and nodded. Snape clapped him on the back, and visibly had to school his grin into a scowl, and he swept away. Harry burst out laughing at the effort needed for Snape to resume his image, and rejoined Daphne.
Charms class was a breeze as well, and Harry executed the Disillusionment charm easily, making Flitwick clap his hands in glee and award Slytherin twenty points. Harry saw Granger going red with anger out of the corner of his eye; and grinned as he realized that his excellence in the classes was annoying her to no end. Flitwick was a brilliant charms master, and Harry knew that he knew more in that field than Dumbledore and Voldemort did, so after class, he used Legilimency on the short man. A quick "Obliviate" later, Harry left the class, automatically sorting the new information in his mind and destroying all the useless material.
His most interesting class that day was Astronomy, which was a theory lesson in the afternoon. The teacher, a Selene Sinistra, was a beautiful twenty-two year old with a perfect body, full lips and a perfectly proportioned face. Harry found her strikingly beautiful, and he watched her during class, inwardly crowing when she blushed beautifully under his gaze. After class, he stayed behind to talk to her, and she flirted with him shamelessly. He carelessly threw in the fact that he was over eighteen years old into his conversation, and he nearly grinned at the look of hunger in her eyes.
As he left, she said in a sultry voice "Harry, if you would like, I can give you a personal class in the Astronomy tower at midnight tonight. I'll teach you some stuff that I wouldn't normally teach anyone else."
He grinned at her, enjoying the slight blush on her face, and in a moment of boldness, hugged her gently and whispered into her ear "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that."
He left, walking away calmly, ignoring the deep blush on her exotic face. She was not as beautiful as Bella, Luci or even Daphne, but she had her own beauty, and she was definitely hot as hell.
After lunch, Harry dragged his feet over to the Defense classroom with Daphne, who he had not seen since Charms. He had a bad feeling about class today, so he kept himself armed. He had Slytherin's dagger in his boot, his own on his left thigh, and his pistol on his right thigh, having activated the runes on the holster and the sheaths to make them invisible. He also carried his invisible wakizashi strapped to his waist like a normal sword.
He sat down in his chair next to Daphne, inwardly cursing when Hermione and Ron sat down as well. Ron, it seemed, had practiced with Hermione and some other students last year, and had scored an O on his OWLs, so he looked really cocky. A passive scan told Harry that Ron wanted to show him up in this class.
The toad-woman walked in, and stood behind the desk. In a high-pitched, shrill and annoying voice, she said "Hello, Class."
The whole class, save for Harry who was a bit shocked by their action, stood and chanted "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."
They sat down, and the woman rounded on Harry with a raised eyebrow and a dangerous look in her eye. Harry just said "Hi."
There were a few hushed giggles that stopped when the woman's gaze swept the class dangerously. She said "Mr. Potter, when I enter the class, I expect you to do as your classmates did. Is that clear?"
Harry shrugged in response and said "Sure." She looked pissed, but turned away to start teaching. As she walked away, she said "Oh, and Mr. Potter, you won't ever need your wand in this class."
Harry was a bit perplexed, and asked "Uh, why is that? Don't we practice spells or anything?"
She sneered at him and said "No, Mr. Potter, we don't. I see no reason to do such a thing. As long as you know the theory perfectly, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to cast the spell."
Harry, never one to back down, said "Um, Professor, I find that a bit odd. Why wouldn't you have us learn how to defend ourselves properly?"
She replied with a "And why would you need to cast the spells in any case?"
He looked at her like she was an idiot and replied "There happens to be this one bad guy out there. You might have heard of him, his name is Voldemort."
She shrieked in alarm and yelled "Don't say his name! Detention, Potter! He died years ago! I won't have you spreading rumors that he is alive!"
Harry looked shocked, and said "Excuse me, Miss, but didn't the Minister see him?"
She replied "Most certainly not, Potter! That was a lie cooked up by your Headmaster!"
"Uh, if you say so, Miss Umbridge. In any case, what about the fact that we have a Practical exam as well…how are we supposed to cast spells on the first try unless we practice them?"
A lot of the class seemed to agree with him, going by the look on their faces. Umbridge shrieked "WE WILL NOT BE CASTING SPELLS IN THIS CLASS, AND YOU WILL NOT CAST SPELLS OUTSIDE IT! ON YOUR PRACTICAL EXAM, THERE IS NO REASON THAT YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CAST A SPELL IF YOU KNOW THE THEORY BEHIND IT!"
Harry winced upon hearing her screech, and backed down, deciding to forget about it. He didn't really care anyways; he could easily cast any spell she could think of. He nodded at her, and she calmed down. What followed was the most boring class he had ever gone through, and Harry nearly dozed off five times, making her give him another three detentions. At the end, she turned to him, and with a wicked gleam in her eye, informed him that he would have detention with her for the next four days at 8:00 PM sharp, immediately after dinner. He nodded, wondering why she would have that gleam in her eye. He refrained from using legilimency because he didn't want to enter her mind, it would probably be a disgusting place, full of cluttered memories. As he walked out, he whispered to Daphne "I think she's a squib." Daphne laughed, and they walked down to dinner, slinging their bags against the wall and sitting down to eat.
While he sat, he caught Sinistra's eye, and smirked at her, causing another blush to spread across the woman's face. He stared Umbridge down again, and finished eating, getting up to go for detention.
At 8 PM, he was in the classroom, and he sat down at a desk. Umbridge smirked at him, and handed him a piece of parchment and a quill, and told him to write lines that read "I will not tell lies or sleep in class."
Harry blinked, the punishment seemed childish. Picking up the quill, he began writing, only to feel a stabbing pain in his right hand, and see blood being written on the paper. He looked up sharply with disbelief on his face, and Umbridge sneered "Well? Go on, Potter! You must be punished!"
He stood up, and snapped the quill in two. He sneered at her shocked and angry face "Oh dear, toady. A blood quill? A Class three Dark Artifact? Why, I could get you ten years in Azkaban just for owning this, forget using it on children."
She paled, and said "Get out, Potter, and give me the quill. I have something to take care of, so you won't have detention."
He grinned at her evilly, and said "Oh no, Umbridge. You're gonna go to Azkaban, and this school is gonna get a real teacher. Quite a nice story, huh?"
He flicked his wand at her, and petrified her. Then, he used her fireplace to fire-call the ministry. A few minutes later, two Aurors came by, and asked what the problem was. Harry pointed at the woman and said "Well, your minister's dear toady Umbridge here has been using a Blood Quill for giving detentions. I expect to see her tried and sent to Azkaban. Oh, and I noticed a vial of Veritaserum in her handbag as well. Surely it is not allowed for random ministry officials to possess powerful truth serums?"
They were shocked, and curiously even happy. The first Auror, Jenkins, said "Oh, I see. I've been waiting to throw her ass in Azkaban for years, the stupid, annoying, prissy bitch! Great work, kid. What's your name?"
Harry told him his name, and walked out before the man could cover up his gape with some idiotic comment. He went back to the Slytherin common room after telling Snape what happened, and sat down with Daphne to do his homework, which he finished by 10 PM. He relaxed with Daphne, Daphne and Tracey in front of the fire, having to tell Malfoy to piss off when the idiot tried to annoy them.
The girls went up by 11:30, and Harry waited for a while. At 11:55, he slipped out of the common room and walked up to the Astronomy tower, moving past a couple that ran down from there hurriedly. He walked up the stairs, and out onto the top floor, breathing in the night air. Spying Sinistra, he stood next to her and cheekily asked "Lesson time?"
She looked at him carefully; a glint of hunger in her eyes, and nodded slowly. She moved up to him, and stood with her lips an inch from his mouth and whispered "Of course, Mr. Potter."
She kissed him fiercely, and he responded immediately, his hands pulling her close until his bulging manhood was pressed against her heat through their clothes. She was gasping, and she backed away a bit, and placed her hand on the wall, which dissolved away to show her quarters. She tugged him in and through the living room, intending to take him to the bedroom. The wall closed up behind them, but he stopped her, and pulled her back, kissing her fiercely. He hurriedly pulled his clothes off, and ripped hers off furiously, and threw her onto the dining table, straddling her. She cried out in passion when his hot mouth descended on her breast, his teeth biting her nipples slightly as his hands squeezed them, kneading and stroking her. The tip of his erect member was stroking her vagina, and she arched her back, presenting her chest to him, making him grab a hold on her breasts and squeeze hard. She cried out in passion, and his mouth covered hers again, their tongues clashing. He used his wand to cast the same spell on himself, and pushed her back down, grabbing her breasts once more.
He plunged into her with a moan, feeling her wet, tight hotness encircle his member, squeezing tightly, and she cried out. He pushed his length in all the way, slamming against the roof of her vagina comfortably, and began moving in and out of her. He sped up, gripping her waist and squeezing roughly, slamming his length into her repeatedly, causing moans of pleasure from each of them. He bent over and took her nipple into his mouth as he moved, licking around it and sucking on it deliciously. Her moans began rising in volume and frequency, and with an ear splitting scream of passion, she came, covering his member with her juices. Without withdrawing himself from her, he lifted her and pushed her back up against the wall to the side, so that her chest was pressing against his tightly. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, and he began thrusting once more, holding her arms upwards and making her large breast grow taut and her nipples become even harder. He sucked on her neck and slammed into her roughly, her screams of passion spurring him on. Her fingernails raked across his back and he moaned with pleasure, the sensation driving him wild. With another cry, she came once more. He let her down so that she was standing, and he squeezed her ass roughly, pushing her sex against his hardened member while he kissed her passionately. He turned her around and made her bend over at the waist, presenting her ass to him, and he parted her legs slightly. Uttering a spell for their comfort, he plunged his length into her ass, and she groaned as the sensation drove her wild. The spell had cleaned her completely, and his repeated plunging made him ache for release.
She could sense that he was close to coming, and she pulled herself out of him. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she took him into her mouth, and he groaned at the sensation of her wet, hot mouth circling his member as her tongue teased him. She began stroking him with her soft, experienced hands, slowly stimulating him. His fingers threaded her silky hair and gripped her head, and with a shout, he came, spraying the inside of her mouth with come. She licked the tip of his member, cleaning up the last of his sperm and swallowed. She kissed her way up his body while her hands fondled his balls, and he pulled her in for a kiss. This time, it was gentle, and their tongues met slowly, tasting each other. Her arms were around his neck, and his right hand held the back of her head while his left squeezed her ass gently. He kissed his way down her neck, and he mumbled "Can I taste you?"
She was a bit wary, but agreed, her hands drifting across his muscular chest. His fangs elongated, and with the tiniest pricking feeling, pierced her neck. Warm, tasty blood filled his mouth, with a tangy, beautiful taste. It was not like Bellatrix's blood though, but it did bring some pleasure. He flicked his tongue over the slight wounds, and they closed. Using his tongue, he lapped up the remnants of her blood that left a small trickle on her neck, and she moaned into his ear, driving him wild once more. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist and straddling him, and he walked into the bedroom while holding her. He put her on the mattress, and began licking at her body, nipping her nipples and stroking her until his mouth found her wet and hot vulva. He languorously stroked her labia with his tongue as she moaned, and began licking once he thrust his tongue into her hot center. He could taste her, and it drove him wild. His tongue flicked up and down slowly, caressing the roof of her vagina while he worked a finger into her, and began thrusting it in and out. She began to cry out softly, and he penetrated her with another finger, curling them upwards and making beckoning gestures that stroked her g-spot and sent huge tremors of pleasure rushing up her spine. She screamed loudly at the sensation it brought, and a few seconds later, came violently after receiving more pleasure than she had ever experienced before. Harry, by now, was hard again, and he slipped into the bed next to her. She rolled on top of him and put his hands on her breasts, which he squeezed gently. She pushed herself up, and guided his thick, throbbing member into her center, and impaled herself upon it, crying out upon the penetration.
She began bouncing up and down as he used his hands to grip her by the hips and pull her body down to impale her repeatedly. He was moaning, and she cried out as she came, Harry following her a few seconds later, having withdrawn his member and rolled them over so he sprayed himself upon her large, quivering breasts. He cleaned it off with a wordless spell, and collapsed on top of her. His head lay nestled between her breasts, his tongue lightly licking the skin of her cleavage as he murmured "Was that enough or do you want more?"
She laughed prettily, her breasts jiggling against his lips enjoyably as she said "My god, Harry, that was the wildest thing I've ever been through. That was simply the hottest sex of my life! I couldn't possibly take any more tonight, I'd explode."
He grinned and began stroking her with his fingers, inserting one into her and wiggling it around. She gave a short breath, and her hands gripped his shoulders tighter as she moaned, and he asked cheekily "Are you sure? It sounds like you want it…" She threw her head back and let out a soft scream as his ministrations made her loose all control, and she came in his hands violently, gripping his body tightly. He leaned in and kissed her softly, and they rolled over so that she was lying on his chest. Her lips were next to his right nipple, and she licked him a few times before cuddling up to his muscular body, and dropping off to sleep. He followed soon enough, after leaving a mental wake-up call for 6 AM, leaving him with four and a half hours to sleep.
In the morning, they woke and showered together, and Harry took her in the shower roughly, slamming into her repeatedly as she straddled him with her back to the wall. Their screams rang out in the apartment, and he slumped against her. He kissed her again, tugging on her lower lip teasingly, and soaped her body, paying extra attention to her breasts and ass, making her giggle. They toweled off and Harry slipped into his clothes, only to turn around and see her laying on her bed with her legs spread invitingly, the pink nipples glinting as her chest heaved. He looked at his watch sorrowfully, and said "To hell with it." Pulling off the pants he had pulled on, he mounted her again, and the next twenty five minutes were spent in extreme pleasure as Harry made Selene scream repeatedly. He finally withdrew from her and said "Selene, I have to get back, I can't go down to breakfast looking like I shagged you silly."
She giggled and responded with "Oh, but you did. But yeah, you should probably change and maybe shower again; your hair is a bit mussed right now after that."
He grinned at her, and tweaked her nipple, making her squeal, and he murmured against her lips "Selene, I need to know that you see this in the same way as I do; a fully physical relationship. I'm not ready for any emotional attachment right now." She grinned and nodded at him, and he got ready to leave. With one last thought, he obliviated her of the bite just in case, and kissed her goodbye as he sprinted off to the Slytherin common room.
Showering quickly and changing his clothes, he went to breakfast, and slumped into a seat next to Daphne. His sexual antics had been rough even on his increased Vampire stamina, and it took a large breakfast to get him into one piece. She raised an eyebrow at his appetite, and surmised correctly. Vampires were rather sexual creatures, and even though she was only one-quarter Vampire, she still felt the sexual freedom, although she had controlled herself and was still a virgin.
Dumbledore stood and said "Students, last night Ms. Umbridge was arrested for the possession of and use of a Blood Quill. I simply wish that the few of you that had endured her detentions had come forward earlier; it would have saved you a long time of having to endure such a bad teacher. I am pleased to announce that Alastor 'Mad Eye' Moody has taken her place, and he will start tomorrow. In the mean time, I will teach the Defense class. Thank you."
Harry listened, and got back to his breakfast. The rest of the day was spent going to classes, and Harry found his Arithmancy and Ancient Runes classes quite interesting, and the teachers quite able. He spent some time with Daphne, Daphne and Tracey after dinner, and in the privacy of his room, Blood-Jumped to Luci's mansion, where he spent some time with her. They kept the sex to a minimum, enjoying just one orgasm, and she laughed when Harry complained that he was 'getting too much for it to be healthy'.
The next day was spent comfortably, and Harry decided to start a routine to continue his training to keep himself at his physical peak. He had a training room at his mansion in Godric's Hollow, and he spent two hours there each day practicing against training dummies. While his Vampiric qualities would mean that he would always retain his speed, strength and stamina, he needed to practice to keep his skills as sharp as they were right now.
That said; he raided Dumbledore and Voldemort's memories for a place in Hogwarts that he could train at, and found two suitable places. The first was the Chamber of Secrets, and Harry was delighted to know that no-one but him could enter it. The second was the Room of Requirement. While there was a danger that someone could enter and catch him at work, Harry found the benefits of the room to be too much to dismiss. He could finally practice properly, and for the first time, actually match his own skills. This was easily done as he could simply ask for the room to create a dummy that could fight with the same skill as him, and had the same knowledge as he did. If anyone did enter, Harry would either have his wakizashi in his hand to cast a quick "obliviate" or his wand, so he was quite safe on that account.
So, from then on, Harry spent two hours each night in the room, training hard and fast against a dummy that was as good as him. His first training session was interesting, and highly useful, as were the rest. At 9 PM on Wednesday night, he entered the room, having asked for a dojo and the dummy that was armed with the same blades as him. He changed his clothing such that he wore only his boots and his pants, and took off his shirt and vest. He had created dulled blades for the dummy, so that even if it hit him, he would only be bruised. On the upper half of his body, he wore simply the criss-crossed scabbard for his wakizashi. He stepped onto the dueling mat that was twenty feet by twenty feet, and got into position, as did the dummy. The first time the duel started, Harry attacked immediately, and within a few seconds, he destroyed the dummy completely, leaving nothing but a few tufts of stuffing floating in the air. He shouted out an expletive as he realized that he had not asked for the dummy to possess his Vampiric speed, strength and stamina. He quickly asked for a new dummy, this time a perfect one, and began.
The two of them leapt into battle, fluidly swinging their blades in an artful fashion that belied the dangerous power and strength behind the moves. Reverberating clangs destroyed the silence in the air as two perfectly matched opponents fought. It looked like the two were dancing as their figures twirled and spun, ducked and jumped fluidly. The muscles on Harry's torso rippled with sweat, contracting and expanding, glittering in the light of the 'dojo'. Sparks flew off the blades as they came into contact with each other forcefully, viciously slicing through the air to attempt to decapitate the opponent. The skill being shown by them would have made a master swordsman weep with jealousy. Harry was breathing evenly even after thirty minutes of such strain, and he stopped, leaping backwards out of the way of a particularly vicious swing. With a flick of his wrists, the once foot-long blades grew immediately, extending to full length of 34 inches, a cut under three feet long.
With a flourish, he swung the blades through the air in an invitation for the dummy to attack, and it did. Harry quickly discarded the blade in his left hand, and it shrunk and flew into his scabbard. The dummy replied likewise, his blade growing while the other disappeared, and they fought. Harry flew into attack, twirling around and attacking with all his might and skill. The dummy defended perfectly, showing equal skill. Harry started shifting into the Ninja arts, integrating them into the style of fighting that was common amongst the swordsmen of the west, and the Vampires. His attack was so forceful and perfect, that the dummy could be seen straining. Harry had invented his own style of fighting more than six years ago, integrating his skills in the art of swordplay from different countries to form a new art that he called 'Meuchelmörder kunst' or 'assassin's art'. It was this that he used now, a perfect blend of the aggressiveness of the west, the skill of the east, and the power and flourish of the middle, i.e. Africa and the Middle East. The dummy responded in kind, switching its defense to better block the blows that were being rained down on it. Harry and the dummy switched between attack and defense for the better part of an hour until Harry could take no more, and ended the fight, severely tired. He had never expended this much energy before outside of the Drow War. The dummy was deactivated and removed from the room upon his call, and Harry wearily rolled his blades up in his robe and vest. He pulled on his t-shirt, which quickly soaked itself through, and trudged his way back to his common room. He irritatedly muttered the password, and walked through the 'wall' and moved towards the stairs to get to his room.
What he didn't count on was the scores of heavily distracted and attracted girls that were currently gaping at him. When Harry came through the doorway looking like a god with his body slicked in sweat, his hair wet and mussed up, his tight white t-shirt being soaked and leaving nothing to the imagination, the natural expression in the common room was one of infatuation. He was distracted, and didn't notice the uh, change in mood, until a girl ran her hand across his chest with a dazed look in her eye, as if to check if his muscles were real. He seemed confused for a second, before he shook his head and headed for the stairs, intending to drop off to sleep forever. He finally understood what was happening, and with a mental grin, pulled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt as he reached the stairs to the boys' dormitory, causing the entire female population and some of the male population to simultaneously inhale sharply. He groaned as he realized that his tattoos had been laid bare.
He noticed Daphne sitting on one of the couches in her pajamas, hugging her knees to her chest tightly and shivering. He touched her shoulder, and asked in a concerned voice "Daphne? What happened?"
She shook her head, and he could only see fear in her eyes, no sign of crying. He cautiously asked "Is it the storm outside?"
She shook her head, but cringed heavily when there was a loud crack of thunder and a huge streak of lightning. He said more than asked "It's the storm. Okay, let me shower and you can meet me in my room in fifteen minutes, okay?"
She smiled at him and nodded gratefully, and he squeezed her shoulder and left. He hurried up the stairs, and dived into the shower after having thrown his dirty clothes into a pile and picked up his toiletries and his towel.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry emerged from the shower looking just slightly tired. The shower had helped a lot to loosen his muscles after the workout, and the steam and the water had alleviated some of his tiredness. He stared at the mirror for a bit, and decided that his hair was too long, and he shortened it drastically until it was only an inch and a half long, and spiked slightly. He nodded appreciatively at the new, or rather old, look, and headed out. He opened his door and changed into clothes fit for sleeping in.
There was a knock on the door, and he opened it, allowing Daphne to enter, and closed the door behind her. He was only wearing his pants and underwear, his shirt in his hands. She gazed around his room inquisitively and appreciatively before turning to Harry with a small smile playing about her lips. She was still slightly shaky, but looked a lot happier now that he was with her and she wasn't alone any more.
"That was quite a show you put on down there, Harry. Most of the girls and even some of the guys were rather put off that you didn't stick around."
She had been flirting with him in class tirelessly for the past few days, and Harry had responded equally, never one to deny himself the company of a beautiful woman.
"Oh? And were you one of those girls, Daphne? Do you like what you see?"
She grinned at him and replied "Of course, Harry. It certainly helped that you were wearing clothing that stuck to you until you took it off and revealed some interesting tattoos and a whole lot of muscle."
He grinned at her, and she asked with a raised eyebrow "What do those tattoos stand for? I recognize that the ones on your shoulders are Vampiric, but I don't speak the language or understand the runes. My grandfather tried to teach me, but it seemed like a waste of time. The ones on your back and chest look like Chinese or something."
He nodded. "They're Japanese, a mark of an education that I cannot discuss. The ones on my shoulder are Master markings that I got after my apprenticeship. The one on my right shoulder marks me as a warrior master, and the one on my left an assassin 1st class. I was given them by the elders after an evaluation of my skills. I've had those two since I was seven."
She seemed shocked, and asked "You've been a master since the age of seven? But it takes years to become a master! Eight years!"
He nodded and muttered with a slight blush "I took two apprenticeships under the same man. I finished them in two years."
She was gobsmacked, and just nodded dumbly. Harry had pulled his t-shirt on, and he took a seat on the armchair by the fireplace. Daphne sat on the armrest, but toppled into his lap, and he laughed, making no move to push her off. With a shy yet cheeky smile, she asked "Does this mean you want me on your lap, Mr. Potter?"
He just looked at her incredulously and asked "Why wouldn't I want you on my lap, Daphne? That would be the stupidest thing in the world!"
She giggled, and asked "But what about whomever else you're enjoying your time with?"
He just said easily "It's informal. I'm in no position to enjoy or even contemplate any serious relationship, so what I have with her is completely physical."
She nodded, signifying that she understood why he was in that position. She leaned back against him and snuggled into his chest, her back against it. He waved his wand and conjured a blanket, which he used to cover them up. She lifted his hands from the armrests, and placed them on her breasts, making his head snap up from where it was leaning against the top of hers. He asked carefully "Daphne, are you sure about this? I cannot give you a relationship, if that is what you want."
She seemed almost insulted, and replied "Don't be stupid, Harry. You just told me that you couldn't have a relationship, and I'm not stupid enough to forget that fast. In any case, I am one quarter Vampire, and I do have my urges. It would be rather nice if you could satisfy them, you know."
He laughed softly, and spun her around so that she was straddling him. He gripped the back of her head with his right hand, his left on her hip, and drew her close until their lips were brushing. He whispered, his lips brushing against hers tantalizingly "Are you having an urge now, Daphne?"
She gulped and replied "Yeah, Harry."
That was all he needed, and he kissed her forcefully, his lips parting hers as his tongue snaked into her mouth hungrily. He slid his hands up her shirt to fondle her breasts through the material of her bra, and caressed her gently, kneading and stroking, driving her wild. She moaned into his mouth, and his mouth moved to her neck as he sucked and kissed her skin, lightly biting but being careful not to break the skin or extend his fangs. He massaged her breasts some more, and slipped the cups of her bra off her after undoing the clasp at the back, and gripped her bare skin, ignoring the quiet cry of pleasure. His fingers stimulated her nipples teasingly, grazing the skin, tracing circles and giving teasing tweaks to the small nub of skin. He lifted his mouth off her neck, and helped her out of her shirt and her bra, and took her nipple in his mouth, leaning her body backwards. She gave a slight shriek and bucked in his arms. He lifted her and put her in his bed, pulling her skirt and panties off, leaving her bare as he admired the curves of her body. He stripped off his pants and underwear as well, grinning at the dazed gleam in her eye as she took in the size of his manhood. He slid in beside her, and lay on top of her.
Looking into her eyes, he whispered against her lips "We will not have sex tonight, Daphne. You're a virgin, I can tell, and I don't want to take that from you until you're completely sure about this. I like you very much, and so I won't just fuck you like you're some whore, since I know you aren't. Just sleep tonight, we can talk in the morning."
She wanted to protest in the beginning, but after hearing him out; she nodded, and tentatively kissed him quickly. He laughed and rolled off her, cuddling up to her, he held her tightly to his chest so that she was spooned against his front. His palm was nestled between her legs, cupping her sex gently, and he reveled in the feeling of heat emitting from it. His hardness, unbidden, was pressed into her rear, and she giggled slightly until she shut up when her hand closed around the thickness, and he responded by stroking her slightly.
He ignored her choked gasp, and whispered into her ear "Go to sleep, Daphne. I'll wake you up in the morning." She nodded and closed her eyes. She slept a lot better than usual, what with the storm outside, her only anxiety coming from the fact that there actually was a storm outside. She felt a bit stupid that unlike Harry, she had not thought of placing a silencing Charm on the window for the past five years. Her fear of storms had started when she was a child. She had been caught outside during a storm, and her pet dog had been freakishly struck by lightning as they hurried towards her house. The charred body of her beloved pet coupled with the incessant loud rumbling of thunder had frightened her, and she had borne a deep fear of storms since then.
She relaxed in his arms, and allowed his deep, steady breaths to lull her to sleep. She reveled in the muscularity of his body and the feeling of the whole length of his body being pressed up against hers with nothing in the middle. Sleep came finally about ten minutes later, and she stayed asleep soundly for the next seven hours.
Waking up at seven next to an already awake Harry, she smiled. He was playing her hair that fell down over her shoulder right above her…bare…breasts. She let out a small scream and hurried to cover herself, until she blushed as she remembered the last night. Harry burst out laughing, and she glared at him evilly, a small pink tinge still gracing her cheeks. She leaped on top of him, and crushed her lips against his roughly, grinding her pelvis against his forcefully, inciting an immediate response from Harry Junior, who leapt to attention immediately. He was shocked for a second at her boldness, but then his hands snaked around her torso, and cupped her ass, squeezing tightly as he pushed her body down against his. They kissed for a long time, the initial aggression forgotten, until Harry finally separated from her.
They had rolled over, and had risen to kneel in front of each other, and Daphne blushed again as she realized that she was holding his manhood in her right hand, cupping his balls in her left, and that he was fondling her breasts with his right hand, and gripping her ass with his left. He was hard in her hands, and she stared at his member in transfixion, tuning out everything else. Despite his statement last night, she lowered her head slowly until it was level with his crotch, and took him in her mouth. She felt satisfied as she heard his loud gasp, and she began stroking him while she sucked and licked. He tried to pull her head away, but she held steady, and eventually he gave up, and his fingers laced themselves through the hair on her bobbing head while she stimulated him. Her movements were slightly imperfect, but she was learning extremely well, and very soon she was stimulating him in a way that only Luci had ever done before, and Luci was a goddess in bed. With a cry he came, the last minute jerk of her hands making him spill himself onto her breasts, his member now sandwiched between the perfect and enticing globes of flesh.
He shuddered slightly, and she smiled before licking the tip of his member lightly, and running her tongue down his length. He got rid of his seed that was splattered on her chest, and drew her up to him, kissing her gently. She whispered against his lips "I've decided, Harry. I want you, and I'm fine with the fact that you don't want to date. We will be friends, only I want to be intimate with you from time to time. Also, I don't really care if you shag other girls as long as I get my piece. I'm bisexual as well, so I wouldn't mind joining you as well, if you're with someone else."
He gaped at her, and said with a huge grin on his face "My god, Daphne, you're every man's wet dream. Fucking hot, amazing body, doesn't want long term commitment, doesn't mind other girls, bisexual, and wouldn't mind joining in with another girl? You're my wet dream, Daphne. That's fine with me as well. As long as you understand that I am making no commitments apart from the fact that I will be intimate with you and I will be your friend, then I'm more than glad to do this."
She giggled, and he pinched her ass, making her squeal. They got dressed, and left for breakfast with schooled expressions that betrayed none of their happiness or excitement. Today was a big day, it was time for the Slytherin Quidditch try-outs, and Harry wanted to try for the team, either as a seeker or chaser. He had heard that Malfoy was both the Captain and the Seeker, which was a bit irritating.
He breezed through his classes, enjoying the deep blush on Sinistra's face whenever she looked at him, and he nodded to her, signifying that he would meet her. On the way out of the tower, he whispered "9 o' clock, Selene." She nodded.
Charms, Transfiguration and Arithmancy were similarly easy, and Harry was waiting to see how the class with Moody would turn out. Finally, it was 4:30 PM, and time for the tryouts. Harry had flown in his younger days, both at his mansion at Godric's Hollow and in the Vampire grounds with Luci, and he was amazingly skilled at it. It seemed that his father's skill, which was legendary, had been magnified in Harry, who was a complete natural. Something about being in the air was simply liberating for him, and he loved the feeling of being free and independent. His father had been approached, even before leaving Hogwarts, to join various teams. He had been offered the lead chaser spot at Puddlemere United, the Marlstone Pygmies, Liverpool Lions, the National Team of England, and the Irish National Team. It had been rumored that France had offered him a citizenship so that he could play for them. Unfortunately for the Quidditch world, James Potter only played school Quidditch, and went into Auror training as soon as he graduated.
Harry summoned his Firebolt 2 from the Slytherin common room, and caught it in his hands. Stowing his wand, he ran at the open window and dived out horizontally, letting loose a primal scream as he mounted the broom in mid air. He corkscrewed down to the base of the tower and took off for the pitch, his body just a black blur in the sky. He arrived in front of a scowling Malfoy, and leaped off his broom lightly, and fell into line.
Malfoy said importantly "Chasers to the right with Pucey, Keepers to the left with Goyle. No seekers and beaters needed, we have skilled players already."
Harry decided to be an asshole, and said snarkily "But what if we're better at Seeker or Beater than you and your bodyguards?"
Malfoy flushed red as some of the people chortled, and replied angrily "You aren't better than me, Potter! I'm the best Seeker in this school!"
Harry said coaxingly "Of course, Malfoy, of course you are. But why don't you prove it to me? I want to see just how shitty- I mean GOOD you are!"
The Slytherins laughed at his intended joke, and Malfoy screeched "FINE! I'm releasing the snitch, so the rest of the team stays on the ground! Crabbe and Goyle, get in the air, and target us while we compete! First to catch the snitch wins, we take off in a minute."
Harry nodded, and Malfoy let the bludgers and the snitch go, the ball of gold fluttering above the case for a second before taking off. Crabbe and Goyle got into the air, and Harry nearly laughed as he realized that they were good for nothing except hitting the bludgers, they couldn't even fly. When Pucey whistled, the two took off, Malfoy's Nimbus 2001 moving a lot slower than Harry's broom. They leveled off about a hundred feet up, and began searching. Harry's excellent eye found it within a minute, but he decided to play with Malfoy for a moment. He was lazily circling the field, and he did an exaggerated double-take, and shot downwards, not moving as fast as normal. He was flying almost vertically, and Malfoy raced after him, gaining speed with each second. Harry was blocking his view of the ground directly below them, and about four feet from the ground, he pulled out of the dive, barreling away dangerously fast as his broom accelerated.
Malfoy found out what was happening too late, as he had avoided looking at his peripheral view, and with an almighty CRUNCH! he smashed into the ground at an extremely high speed. His broom shattered like a twig, and he flew into the ground face-first, having fallen for Harry's Wronski Feint. One of his legs broke, and he fainted, his face and body terribly bruised. Harry, on the other hand, and accelerated away so quickly, that all that was visible was a black blur. He flew towards the snitch, corkscrewing and barreling as he followed it. His fingers were less than an inch away from it when it zoomed downwards vertically all of a sudden. Thinking quickly, he yanked upwards on his broom quickly, pulling it through a 270 degree angle and he plunged towards the ground, having disengaged the broom so that he was free falling. Within four seconds, he caught up to the snitch, and grabbed it, turning on his broom again and peeling out of the dive with inches to spare. Since he had been falling at more than a hundred miles an hour, it would have been rather painful if he had crashed; the permanent cushioning charm on the pitch notwithstanding.
There was an almighty cheer as Harry leaped off his broom, and motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to get rid of Malfoy. He noted with disgust that the two of them were useless at being beaters as well, the bludgers that they had struck having come nowhere near the two fliers. Harry went to talk to Pucey, and said "Hey, can you take over for Blondie? And maybe replace his boyfriends? They're pretty much useless at everything. Oh, and I'd rather try out for Chaser, I don't want Blondie to cry."
The dark haired boy looked at Harry for a second, and nodded, a small smile on his face. The rest of the practice was great, and when it ended, Malfoy had reluctantly been kept on as Seeker and Captain, and Harry was made the central Chaser, with Pucey on the left and Tracey Davis on the left. She was the only girl on the team, though. Crabbe and Goyle had been replaced by two fourth-year twins, David and Jarvis Moon, who were built better and could fly, think and beat at the same time, all with some skill.
Dinner was quick, and Harry finished his homework after that, and then hurried to the Astronomy tower, where he spent two hours making Selene Sinistra scream her head off with pleasure, and come five times in response to his two climaxes. Eventually, he slumped against her sweaty body, not having the strength to withdraw his member from inside her, and fell asleep with her, his head nestled between her breasts as is hot breath played across her nipple. When they woke up the next morning, he had cursed for two reasons. First, Harry had not trained last night, and second, he was late for class. A groggy Selene told him that she had no classes that day until a practical at night, and Harry thought for a second, and then grinned. With a muttered "Fuck the world", he withdrew himself from her and slid under the covers, and snuggled up to her, holding her tightly and dropping back to sleep. He missed all his classes that day save for the only one after lunch; Defense against the Dark Arts with Moody.
He showered nearing lunchtime, and ate quickly, rushing off to Defense with Daphne and making it in with only a few seconds to spare. The bell rang, but there was no sign of their teacher. Ron and Malfoy took it upon themselves to fight about which of them was tougher, and they started off with words, which quickly evolved into punches and mild hexes. Harry just buried his head into his hands, and closed his eyes in exasperation, making Daphne giggle.
The class was suddenly disrupted when a slew of forty stunners suddenly erupted out of different places in the class, impacting against the students. Harry immediately dived out of his seat and twisted out of the way of two stunners, slashing his wand to conjure an invisible, yet powerful shield. The rest of the class was stunned, and he stood cautiously, eyes darting around. It seemed that the attacker had removed their smell, and had silencing charms active, so there was no way of telling where they were visually or audibly. Harry's eyes narrowed as another stunning hex, a disarming hex and a petrifying hex were all sent out, and he flicked his wand in irritation, repelling the curses back to their caster at an accelerated speed. He heard a rustle as whoever fired the curses dived out of the field of their silencing charm, and he slashed his wand, summoning the cloak away.
In front of him was a specter of darkness, a black cloak that threw shadows across the face of the attacker. Harry began dueling, careful not to show too much power or knowledge at this stage, and their battle began in earnest. He could have ended it at any time, but that would cause him to reveal his power to the class, who were slumped in various positions, woozy from the low-level stunners that hit them. The figure sent a cutting hex, and Harry slapped it away, and returned the shot with a bludgeoning hex, taking satisfaction as the spell flew remarkably quickly, and slammed against the figure's left leg. Harry was a bit put off that the sound emitted wasn't fleshy, but rather a loud thunk, but realized that it was Moody under the cloak. With an evil grin, he took the duel to a new level, that of shaming the man. His rapid fire turned the man's cloak pink, changed his shoe to a pink bunny slipper, and changed his pant's to green and the shirt a bright yellow. Finally, he transfigured the cloak to create a pair of fairy wings out of the back and placed a halo around its head, all the while slapping away increasingly powerful spells with spoken shields. His eventual disarming hex blew Moody back into a wall, and the man slumped down, his hood falling off as his face was revealed.
The woozy kids were nonetheless shocked, and began laughing as they saw the state of their teacher, and a smirking Harry Potter standing in front of them. Moody grumbled and got to his feet, dispelling the charms as he nodded appreciatively to Harry. He snarled at the class, who shut up.
"What are you laughing for? I don't see any of you even being able to stand right now! You dolts don't even have the sense to dive out of the way of a spell! CONSTANT VIGILANCE! You should be apologizing and thanking Potter here! If I was a Dark Wizard, you would all be dead if it weren't for him!"
The class bowed their heads in shame, and Moody continued, turning to Harry. "Potter, take fifty points for Gryffindor."
He turned to the board, but was interrupted when Harry cleared his throat. With a slight sneer at the presumptuous man, he intoned "I'm in Slytherin, Professor, not Gryffindor."
Moody looked a bit shocked for a second, before grinning and replying "Brilliant! Very well, then Potter, the points go to Slytherin. My old house as well, but don't any of you get thinking that I'll be partial to you like that git Snape."
Harry nodded curtly and sat down, tossing the wand back to the old Auror, sneering at the stupidity that the man had displayed in revealing so early that he had a second wand. The class enervated themselves for good measure, the small blast of energy from the spell setting them straight. The class started, and Moody growled "Alright, students. There won't be any namby-pamby theory in this class. You can learn that by yourselves. In my class, you will spend the whole time learning to cast new spells, and not just your normal disarming hex and stunner. You should know that already or otherwise you have no place in this class. You will learn powerful light curses and hexes, and I expect each of you to practice them in your own time if you don't perfect them in class. Understood?"
The class parroted "Yes, Professor Moody." Moody grimaced at the show, and nodded again to Harry and Daphne, who had simply rolled their eyes at the other students.
The rest of the class was spent learning two different bludgeoning hexes that Harry had been able to cast years ago, even when his magical core wasn't completely stabilized. Harry found the school curriculum for curses pathetic; the power of the spells they were learning was negligible compared to what the Death Eaters could wield. Moody nodded gruffly when Harry cast the spells easily, and had him help some of the others, who were failing miserably at their task. By the end of the class, only Daphne and a few others could cast the spells, most of the class could barely get an extremely weak version of the first one out.
Moody growled "This is pathetic! You should all know these spells, and be able to cast them easily! Potter! Demonstrate on this block of stone!"
Harry shrugged, and slashed his wand towards the first block, the pale blue beam of light making the rock crumble to dust. Moody and the rest of the class goggled at him, and he said "Potter! That was bloody good! I can't make it crumble like that; it just breaks into small chunks! Try the other one."
Harry nodded, and flicked his wand at the second block of stone, and when the bright pink beam impacted with the stone, there was an almighty boom and the rock crumbled to an extremely fine dust. He turned, to see Moody and the rest of the class gaping. The second spell was less powerful than the first, yet Harry had decimated the rocks completely. He saw Ron and Malfoy glaring at him, their faces red.
Ron immediately shouted, like the idiot he was, "That's not hard at all! I could do that as well, it's no big deal." He made a rude gesture towards Granger, who was trying to get him to sit down and shut up. Moody chuckled gravely, and motioned with his hand for Ron to try.
Ron steadied himself in a completely disgusting dueling stance that opened his whole body, and pointed his wand. Making a jerky wand movement, he bellowed "Contreigna!" There was a pale blue fizzle of light that struck the stone, and it cracked slightly, but didn't even move. There were guffaws and snickers, and Ron blushed brightly. Steaming, he pointed at Harry and yelled "You…you…Slytherin! Death Eater! You must be a dark wizard to know such powerful spells!"
Harry was a bit irritated, but chose this time to firmly place himself both at the top of the Slytherin hierarchy and at the top of the school's power list. Forget being inconspicuous, Harry had now decided that he would make the best of his situation and get to the top of the school's importance hierarchy.
He sneered at Ron and said "Weasley, I really do wish you wouldn't tax the single brain cell that your family left you with. Am I a Dark Wizard? Yes. A Death Eater? No. What you don't seem to realize is that when you live by yourself for over a decade, you tend to learn the spells that keep you alive. As for Dark Magic, there is no such thing, Weasel. I could use a cleaning spell, and simply vanish your nonexistent brain. There, now how harmless is that light spell of yours? You need not hate me just because you can't cast a spell that I can."
The class was silent, gaping at Harry's powerful form. Harry knew this was a do or die moment, if what he said was taken well, then he could stay at Hogwarts, otherwise he would simply leave and get back to his own life as Levicorvus, which he itched for. The lack of any true action, independence or excitement was pissing Harry off, and the only reason he was around was that Hogwarts could be attacked, and he still had to find the Founder's weapon room, as well as continue with his practice sessions in the Room of Requirement.
Ron raised his wand, and pointed it at Harry, yelling "Stupefy!" Harry just flicked his wand at the curse, and it circled around him once while accelerating and growing more powerful, and it slammed back into Ron's chest, blowing him across the class and into the wall. He turned to Moody with a challenging look in his eyes, and looked at him.
Moody stared back for a while, before he nodded, and said "Well done, Potter. I've been waiting thirty years for someone to realize that there is no such thing as Dark Magic. Good example as well. Take fifty points more, for your little speech and the two bludgeoning curses."
Harry nodded, and took a seat. The Slytherins were looking at him with stars in their eyes, and the Gryffindors were confused. While they obviously despised what they considered Dark Magic, Harry Potter had been nothing short of nice whenever he talked to them, and he had given them a lot to think about with his example. Instead of any show, they just stayed seated, and looked pensive. When the class ended, Harry indicated for the Slytherins to leave, and asked the Gryffindors minus Weasley and Granger to stay, which they did.
As soon as Moody and the rest had left, Harry plonked himself onto a nearby desk, and stared at the Gryffindors. He looked at them carefully and said "What I said today was in no way a reason to learn Dark Magic. What has been labeled the Dark Arts has been labeled as such for a reason. They are extremely addictive, and overuse of them can cause you to get disfigured and twist your mind. It is different for me, because I have an untainted aura, something that happens once only every few centuries. I was born with no innate evil in me, so I cannot be corrupted when there is no starting point for the corruption to start from, understood? I have been in situations before where you would be hard pressed to keep from using any magic to save yourself, and it was in preparation for these situations that I learnt what I did. I am a Dark Wizard, but I am not an Evil Wizard."
The Gryffindors were nodding slowly, and Harry was appreciative that they were at least listening; they weren't simply nodding dumbly. He voiced as much, and one of them, Seamus Finnegan asked "Harry, what you said about the cleaning spell; are you serious? That's insane! I could practically use any of the spells we've learnt to kill someone!"
Harry nodded, and said "I can show you that, but I'll give you another few examples first. If I was to use the Impedimenta jinx and threw all my power and focus behind it, what do you think would happen? The person who got hit would die because their heart and brain stopped working. What if I use the Enervate spell? That just give you energy, but if I put power and focus into it, I can overcharge your heart and brain so much that they can turn to mush. Did you know that the Crucio spell was created to bring back nerve action in paralyzed limbs? A lot of spells that are extremely useful have been termed dark by the Ministry. Even the Patronus, which is the embodiment of goodness and love, was nearly called Dark because of its basis in emotion while casting. Don't believe everything you're told, and don't discriminate against people for using Dark Magic unless they harm innocents with it."
With a wave of his wand, he conjured a large rat, and petrified it. He cast a spell on it, so that the students would be able to see the rat's bone structure and brain, and uttered "Evanesco." The cleaning spell made the brain vanish from the Rat's skull, and the twitching of the tail and the beating of the heart stopped violently as the Rat just slumped. Harry looked at the shocked Gryffindors, and said "Anything can kill. If you have to fight a Death Eater, just focus your power into doing something like this, they won't be prepared for it, and you won't go to Azkaban since they can't find a Dark Spell on your wand."
The Gryffindors nodded again, and Harry walked out. Almost at the door, he stopped next to a chubby boy with mousy hair who had tears in his eyes. He bent down, and whispered into the boy's ear "Neville, I'm sorry about your parents. They were good friends with my parents, and it is truly terrible what happened. Actually, I remember your parents bringing you over to my house when we were really small…a little less than one, I think. You brought that dog with you, the tiny one. I think its name was Dog, actually."
Neville giggled through his tears, and nodded shyly. He said "Sorry, Harry, I can't remember that at all, I have a pretty terrible memory. But I did have that dog. Thanks mate."
Harry nodded to him, and clapped him on the back.
Two Weeks Later:
Harry finished Transfiguration with one last conjuration, and an irritated glance at Malfoy, who had been strutting again. He walked out, and retrieved his weapons from his room, changing into clothing that he could wear while fighting. He hurried to the Room of Requirement, and walked in. Dumping his bag on the floor, he began suiting up for his workout. He wore Slytherin's dagger on his right thigh, his own from the Potter vault on his left, his wakizashi crossed on his back, and the two Elven daggers in his boots. He wore no shirt or vest, just his boots and combat pants.
He warmed up for a bit by stretching, and asked for four mid-level opponents that had his Vampiric advantages, and told the room to keep generating another opponent as soon as one was down. They were to use the same bladed weapons as he, and the fight began. Harry stood cautiously, holding his two daggers in his fists downwards, and waited for one of the dummies to make the first move. Suddenly, the first sprang towards him, and Harry leapt into action. He fluidly slashed his blades through the air, pressing his opponents back while defending himself. Twirling out of the range of a slash, he erupted into action. With his right hand, he batted the blade out of the way using his dagger, and leapt at the dummy. Grabbing it around the neck by sandwiching it between his forearm and bicep, he leaped so that his grip on the dummy made him swing around its body in a full circle, snapping its neck with a loud crack. As he flew through the air, his right hand slashed his dagger through the neck of another dummy, and a spray of blood erupted from it, covering Harry's shoulder. He landed, rolling, and rolled into position right in front of another dummy, stabbing it through the heart with his left hand and twisting the blade viciously as his right flung his dagger into the forehead of the last dummy.
He quickly extracted his knives and blocked the next blow, spinning around as he sliced off the offending hand and slit another's throat, the two dummies regenerating a few feet away. For forty minutes, Harry kept fighting, slicing and dicing his way through more than a hundred opponents, suffering slight slices on his skin where he had to impact slightly against the blade to get the kill. He was covered in blood, as the room had decided to provide him with life-like opponents who all resembled the Drow warrior who had been the one to rape and kill Harry's teacher. There was a huge pile of bodies on the floor, scattered around in small groups with random parts hacked off uncomfortably.
He finished off the last four quickly, and ended the exercise. Sweating and bloody, he took a shower in the room, making the blood and bodies from his conjured opponents vanish. Cleaning off his clothes, he put them back on again, and carried his weapons back to the Slytherin common room wrapped in his t-shirt and vest. He ignored the throngs of girls goggling at his body, and went up to his room, pulling on a t-shirt. He joined Daphne for dinner, and then finished his homework with her. He left Hogwarts at 9 PM, and spent the night with Bella, enjoying a long, relaxing bath with her. To his annoyance, he found out from her that the Weasleys had moved back to Grimmauld Place