"Malfoy's mother?" Rony whispered to him.
Harry couldn't believe it himself. But there she was, the same woman they met at the World Cup finals, icy blue eyes scanning their faces.
"We are starting a few weeks into the term, which I will not call ideal," Narcissa Malfoy said, "but thankfully it's not a long enough delay that it will not hinder your learning for this year. The supplies the late Professor Trelawney requested would not be my first choice, but for the purpose of not dragging our feet while waiting for new ones, we shall be using them as reference material."
Lavender raised her hand in the air.
"Miss…?" Mrs Malfoy said.
"Brown. Lavender Brown, Professor. I'm sorry, but if we won't use her books, what are we gonna learn?"
There were a few whispers of agreement and nods around the classroom, especially from the girls, who were big fans of Trelawney and divination. The few boys present, Harry included, had apprehensive expressions. Divination was supposed to be an easy elective.
"What I will teach you, obviously," the professor said as if answering a very stupid question. She ran her eyes through the students faces and spoke to the classroom. "I am aware you have been learning Professor Trelawney's brand of Divination so far, but you need to learn that her method is not the only one that exists."
"Like watching the planets?" A girl in the back said. "Firenze taught us a bit last year. He's a centaur."
"It is very impolite to speak out of turn. Raise your hand in the future if you would like to speak," Professor Malfoy warned her. "You are correct; the Divination the centaurs favor is one of the many forms I speak of.
"Divination is one of the oldest kinds of magic practiced by our people," the professor went on. "It can be traced back so far as to the warlocks of old Summer and was considered to be the most widely used form of magic by the Babylonians. Over time, as wizards and witches advanced their research, different schools rose and fell regarding Divination, and different methods went in and out of fashion. I trust you have heard of The Sight before?"
Parvati raised a hand, and Mrs Malfoy nodded at her.
"Yes, Professor. Professor Trelawney said she used it to make her predictions."
Which were mostly wrong, Harry thought. He doubted the woman had possessed the thing, if it actually existed.
"Professor Trelawney was the granddaughter of a very famous Seer, Cassandra Trelawney, who is known to have made incredibly accurate predictions. I do not doubt she possessed The Sight, but as I'm sure she has told you, and although it has not stopped scholars before, that is not something you can merely acquire—you need to be born with it. Thus, we will not rely on it during our studies. I will teach you a more... available form of Divination, one that used to be favored by our ancestors. Please note the bowl and the need at your tables."
The students turned to them.
"We'll begin with the simplest of them: blood Divination. Sting your finger with the needle and let a drop of your blood fall into the bowl, then repeat the wand motions I will show you."
At first, no one moved, not quite sure of what they had heard. Rony raised her hand. Narcissa Malfoy turned to face her.
"Professor, isn't that… dark magic?" She said.
"Dark magic?" Mrs Malfoy said. "Do you think I would be standing here now if I planned to teach you dark magic, Miss Weasley?"
"Err, no, Professor," Rony admitted.
"No, I would not." She turned to the class. "Do you all believe blood magic to be inherently dark? Do the healers at St. Mungus practice dark magic every time they need to treat the blood of patients? No, they do not. Powerful magic, you will find, requires sacrifices. The more power you draw, the more you need to give back. What you'll need to give to peer into the future during my classes will be cheap, rest assured, but if you leave here knowing you can walk much farther into the realms of magic if you desire, I will consider my job done. Now, begin."
Harry and Rony shared a look before picking up their needles. Harry stung the tip of his index finger, grimacing at the sudden, sharp pain, and watched a drop of blood fall into the bowl. He licked the finger afterward. At the front, Professor Malfoy did the wand movements they had to copy. Harry stared into the bowl; the water inside was turning a pinkish color. Nothing there. He peeked at the other tables and saw the other students doing the same, many squinting their eyes in the hopes of seeing something inside the bowl. Narcissa Malfoy now roamed the classroom between the tables, peering over their shoulders.
"Hey, Rony, should we make up something?" He whispered over to Rony.
"Shhh, Harry, I think…" Rony whispered forcefully. "I think I see something… it's a bird…?"
"What?"
"A bird… made of fire…?"
"A phoenix?" Harry asked.
"No, it's different."
"Do you have a vision, Miss Weasley?" Professor Malfoy said, coming over to their table.
"Yes, Professor, I think I see a fire bird," said Rony, voice growing loud and excited. "I see it, I really see it!...oh, it's gone."
"A fire bird? Was it doing anything special?"
"Ahh… I think it was flying down," Rony said.
"Very interesting," Professor Malfoy said, nodding slowly. "Attention, class. Now, the vision that Miss Weasley just saw is not meant to be literal. Divination is most of the time wrapped in symbolism and riddles; you will seldom get a straight glimpse of the future. Use your schoolbooks for the most common interpretations of symbols, but don't forget the predictions will likely regard events close to you."
"Professor, I see something too!" Another student called from the other side of the room, and the professor walked away to their side.
Harry leaned over to Rony when she was gone.
"Fire bird? You couldn't think of anything else more interesting?"
"No, I really saw it, Harry," Rony said, shaking her head. "I never saw anything in Trelawney's classes, but this time, it really worked."
"Really? I didn't see anything."
"No?" said Rony. She leaned over his shoulder, looking down at his bowl, unaware of her bosom pushing against his back. "Don't see anything either. Maybe it only works for the person?"
"Maybe."
For the rest of the class, they kept staring at the bow of pink water in search of more visions of the future. Many students claimed they saw fleeting images of rolling boulders, high water, dancing clowns, and more indecipherable things. Harry himself saw nothing, even after sneakily adding one more drop of his blood to the water, guessing it would increase the potency. Unfortunately, Malfoy caught him.
"No, no, Mr. Potter," she said over from her table at the front. "One drop of blood for now. It's easy to fall into the temptation of sacrificing more for results, but you should first learn when such a thing is required. Divination is above all about patience; that comes before experience and good instincts."
Some time along the lesson, Rony found her way to Lavender and Parvati's table, where she engaged in helping them try to decipher their own visions. The girls were so engrossed in the new magic that Trelawney's star charts and tea leaves seemed like long and forgotten memories. Harry almost missed it; he was loath to admit it, but predicting his immediate demise together with Rony was actually a bit fun.
When it was over, they walked the spiral staircase down the North Tower while many students talked exactly amongst themselves about the visions they saw in the blood. Rony was one of them.
"That bird, what could it mean?!" She said, grasping at his sleeve. "And that other one? Water running down the mountain. So… mysterious… And she said there's even more powerful Divination out there. What do you think it is?"
"No idea, but she didn't have to pass so much homework on the first day, did she?" Harry complained, thinking about the one-foot essay on the history of Divination in ancient Babylonia she asked of them for the next week. But, being honest, he felt a little resentful that he wasn't able to have any visions.
"That's true, but come on, mate, when was Divination so interesting before?" Rony insisted. "I kinda do want to learn about it now."
"I thought we hated the Malfoys," Harry said.
"We do, but I don't have to hate Divination because of them, do I?"
Harry grunted, refusing to agree.
Divination with Professor Malfoy became the talk of the castle very quickly, especially after a few students started to claim their visions were coming true. It was a pet getting sick, their favorite shoe breaking a heel, or even a food they liked missing from breakfast that morning. People started to flood their respective heads of houses' offices to change their electives. Even in Gryffindor Tower, for that weekend, all everybody seemed to talk about were their visions, and everybody had a different interpretation for what their friends saw in the blood.
"...and I think that could mean I'll win the Triwizard Tournament." Seamus was saying as the boys sat together in the common room, watching Harry and Neville play exploding snaps.
"Seamus, you can't even compete," Dean said.
"It makes more sense than your prediction of marrying a Top Witch," Seamus replied back.
"Not really. What do you think a wedding cake on a catwalk means?"
"I don't get why everybody's going crazy over it now," Harry interjected, slapping a card over Neville's turn and making it explode in his hand. "It's the same bollocks as it was with Trelawney."
"That's not true, Harry," Neville said, rubbing his hand. "People say it was all make-believe with her. Everybody knew it was bullshit."
"Yeah, and this is real; we did see something there. Come on, you're not excited to see the future?" Dean said.
"I'll be excited when someone actually manages to predict something worthwhile."
"I won't complain too much if I don't," Seamus said, leaning forward. He lowered his voice. "Did you see Professor Malfoy? She's a total MILF!"
"A total what?" Neville said.
"When did we have a professor as hot as her? I wouldn't mind getting detention with her, you know?"
"Didn't see a lot, to be fair. She's dressed like those old portraits in the halls," Harry said.
Beautiful, though," Seamus insisted.
"She looks like her daughter," said Harry.
"And?" Dean said. "Diana is turning in quite the piece of arse. I know I'd like to impale that little body with my big b-"
A card exploded in Harry's hand, drowning out the rest of Dean's speech and signaling Harry had lost the game.
"FUCK!"
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"Sis is really excited about it," Ginny said to him as she jerked his cock with her hands.
They were inside a booth in one of the restrooms in the lesser-used towers on the east side of Hogwarts. There were cobwebs clinging to their hair, and the smell wasn't the best, but after nearly a month without having sex, that was the best place they could find for their activities. To be safe, Harry had the Marauder's Map glued to the booth door so he could keep an eye out.
"I don't see what the… big deal is," he said between kisses on her neck. His hands were under her skirt, squeezing her underwear-covered butt. "The hell does she… even want to find out…?"
"I have an idea…" Ginny said. She pushed him back, and his knees bent over the toilet. He sat down.
"And that is?" Harry said as Ginny unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall, and stepped out of her underwear. Her slit glistered with arousal.
"Not my place to tell," she said, mounting him and swinging one leg over at the side of his body. Ginny placed her hands on his shoulders for support and lowered herself on his cock, taking it all the way to base. "Yes! Finally!" She all but screamed, immediately starting to bounce on his lap. "Fuck my bitch cunt! Fuck this redhead slut!"
"Your… vocabulary is getting… colorful…" Harry more or less moaned. He grasped her butt again and helped her along.
"I have… ah ah ah… five brothers… I know… ah… a few words…"
Harry looked at the map. All clear; the closest steps were some five corridors away. He raised his hands to her tiny waist and picked up the pace, and the flesh of her tights beating against his own echoed through the restroom. It was only a few minutes before she sank her nails into his shoulder and grinded down on his crotch, whole body shaking.
"I'm cummmmmiinnnnnn"
Harry watched her squint her eyes forcefully and bite into her lower lip. It was the face she usually made when climaxing, the one she thought was silly but Harry found extremely sexy.
The orgasm passed, and she relaxed in his arms, her body going limp.
"I love you, Harry," she said breathlessly.
"I love you too, Ginny," he said, stroking her hair.
"Hmmm, you're still hard?" She said, looking down at their joined organs. No doubt, she was feeling his hard cock poking at her womb.
"Haven't cum yet," Harry said. "Can you get up? I wanna fuck your arse."
"Okay," Ginny said. Obediently, she rose from his lap (his cock coming out of her coated in her juices), turned, and bent over, leaning on the booth door with her arms. Harry took out his wand and cast at her backside the lubricant spell Hermione had shown him the other night. A shiver went through Ginny. "What was that?"
"Spell. Will make it easier. Found it in a book."
"Really? Couldn't you have looked it uupppp… argh… sooner?"
Harry was inside her. It went so easily, just like it had with Hermione. Fuck, if he knew about that, he would have used it before, of course. It felt so good to slide in and out without the rough feeling the arsehole usually had. He grabbed her hips and pistoned inside.
"Sorry, I didn't know. Feels good though, right?"
"ahahahah… feels much better… yes…"
Harry breathed harder. He felt himself come closer.
"I'm gonna… cum, Ginny… where do you want it?"
"Wherever… ahahaha… wherever you want… I'm your whore…"
"If I cum inside… you'll be leaking it all day…"
Ginny looked over her shoulder to stare at him, her little rose lips frozen in a little 'O' that only knew how to moan. She started pushing back to meet his trusts.
"I know… I love it…"
Harry exploded when he heard that, and it was his time to grind hard against her pelvis, fingers sinking into the flesh of her hips. Ginny's head hit the door with a BAK, and Harry grunted, spending himself inside her.
Minutes later, they walked out of the bathroom together, Harry checking the map for footprints and Ginny rubbing the head spot on her forehead.
"I'm really, really sorry, Ginny," Harry said again.
"It's fine," she said a bit angrily. "I have an icy ointment in my truck. Anyway, I think you're overreacting a bit. Divination is fine; I like the new Professor."
"I'm overreacting? I'm just not crazy about it like everybody else."
"It's just fun," Ginny said as they passed the group of giggling fourth-years as they went down the stairs. They were talking about Divination. Harry glared at them. "You'll get a vision too, and you'll see."
Not even Hermione, the one person he absolutely expected to agree with him, seemed to share his views.
"I never said Divination was useless," she said as she reclined her head back on his shoulder. They were in the Head Prefect's study room, sitting naked together on the floor near the fireplace, still breathless from sex. Her back pressed against his chest while he hugged her at the waist.
"I'm pretty sure you did," Harry said.
"I meant Trelawney's Divination was useless, but the magic itself must work. Remember Firenze? He helped us in the first year."
"Does it? I've been to three classes now and nothing. Maybe everybody's suffering from mass hallucinations."
He could almost hear Hermione rolling her eyes.
"Don't be dramatic, Harry. If you're having trouble, then just study more. Have you been to the Library yet? Pick a few Divination books."
"Not sure it works like that," Harry said.
"Maybe not, but you won't know until you try."
"Hmn. What about you? Not going to change your elective too?" He asked, remembering the people who had gone to McGonagall these past weeks. Poor Hagrid couldn't quite hide his disappointment when fewer and fewer students showed up for each class of Magical Creatures.
"Not I won't. I don't have time to lose trying to decipher vague visions in a tea cup, Harry."
"It's a bowl."
"Plus," she said, reaching back and grabbing his soft penis, jerking it gently. "I'm more interested in the present now. Let Rony have her fun, she'll be fine."
She raised her head and kissed him on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside immediately. When he was hard, he lifted her by the buttocks and slid inside her pussy again. She began gyrating her hips in circular motions, and for the next few hours, he forgot about Divination.
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TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT
THE DELEGATIONS FROM BEAUXBATONS AND DURMSTRANG WILL BE ARRIVING AT 6 O'CLOCK ON FRIDAY THE 30TH OF OCTOBER. LESSONS WILL END HALF AN HOUR EARLY — STUDENTS WILL RETURN THEIR BAGS AND BOOKS TO THEIR DORMITORIES AND ASSEMBLE IN FRONT OF THE CASTLE TO GREET OUR GUESTS BEFORE THE WELCOMING FEAST.
Those were the contents of the sign that had been erected at the foot of the marble staircase in the entrance hall. Harry and Rony had been on their way to the Divination classroom when they found a group of students congregating there, pushing each other to get closer. Rony, being taller than Harry, was the one who read it.
"That's neat!" She said when she was done. "We can leave Snape's class earlier."
"And Snape won't have time to poison us," Harry said. The Potions Professors had been hitting he would poison one of them on purpose to see if their antidotes worked.
"Exactly!" Rony said as they continued their trek. "By the way, are you thinking of entering the Tournament?"
"Not really. There's that age requirement anyway..."
"Yeah," said Rony pensively. "I've been thinking, Harry, maybe it's better if we don't try to get in."
Harry agreed, and that was why he hadn't been really paying attention to the whole tournament business. The reason was his encounter with the woman at the World Cup and her ominous warning. Knowing that, it was hard not to think of the Triwizard Tournament as bait laid out especially for him. Arrogant on his part? Maybe, but better to be arrogant and safe than humble and dead.
"Why?" He asked.
"It's just… last week I got this weird vision in the blood about a broken crown, and, I don't know, I think it might be related to whomever wins that. Something bad will probably happen to them."
"Oh, we're switching back to tragedies?"
Rony made an annoyed sound with her tongue and teeth.
"Why are you being like this?" She said.
"Like what?"
"You know," said Rony, looking away.
"No, I don't," Harry challenged her.
"Being grumpy. You have been grumpy since the first class."
"Divination was supposed to be our easy class."
"And it's not anymore, it's actually fun now," Rony said as they climbed the North Tower steps. "Isn't that better? We're here to learn, remember?"
"Now you agree with Hermione?"
"Whatever. If you don't like it, then quit."
"Maybe I will."
"Okay."
"Okay."
They didn't say anything else until they reached the top of the tower. There was an unusually large number of students there, larger than their previous classes. However, they all seemed to belong to Gryffindor and Slytherin, and the previous Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws that shared the class with them were gone.
"What are the Slytherins doing here?" Rony asked aloud.
Lavender, who was leaning against the wall waiting for her turn to ascend the silver stepladder, replied:
"They rearranged the classes. Apparently, a lot of people applied, and now we've got to have it like the normal classes."
"Brilliant," Harry said. "That's what I needed—more classes with Slytherins."
"What does it matter? I thought you were going to quit?" Rony said coldly. Lavender's eyes switched between them.
Harry didn't honor her with a reply this time, and as soon as they could, they rose up the stepladder to cross the trapdoor back into the Divination classroom. It was a lot more crowded than the last time, but the room also felt bigger somehow; there were new puffs and tables, and even a few couches had been brought into the room. Harry was glad to see the bowls and needles were gone; it looked like they were finally moving on from the blood. They were replaced by large glass flagons that ended as thin cylinders at the top.
Professor Malfoy was waiting for them at the front.
"Welcome, class," she said, peering at them from the shadow of her large witch hat. "Today, we will continue our studies on the subject of interpretative predicting. As the method of divination I will teach you today can offer a bit of danger if approached alone, please form pairs among yourselves so we can begin our lesson."
Harry turned to Rony only to see her departing back. Without so much as a glance in his direction, she joined Lavender at her table. Parvati was absent that day, and Rony took the opportunity to get away from him. Harry looked around, and it seemed everybody was finding their pairs; even Dean and Seamus had banded together. He stood around, upset enough with Rony that he wanted to be stubborn just for the sake of it and not look for a partner.
"Mr. Potter?" Professor Malfoy called out to him. "Is anything the matter?"
"I can't find a partner, Professor," he said irritably. The woman assessed the classroom.
"Over there, Mr Potter, you can partner with Miss Malfoy," she said, nodding to somewhere at the back of the class. Harry turned to see.
Diana Malfoy was sitting alone on one of the black velvet couches near the end of the room, arms crossed, and looking disinterested in everything around her. No wonder Harry had missed her; without the two gorillas that followed her everywhere, the small girl was hard to see in any crowd. Grunting, he made his way to her.
"Where are your goons?" He asked as he approached. She set her gray eyes on him.
"Where's your cow?" She replied.
Harry sat down two seats away from her, and she chortled at his silence. Her eyes found Rony at the front.
"No way. Are you so bad at Divination that you actually got ditched by Weasley?" She said mockingly.
"You know, I never heard anything about you being interested in Divination before, Malfoy," Harry said. "Did you change your elective too? Looking for easy grades in mommy's class?"
"Do you mean to say Divination was hard before? Is that why you and Weasley enrolled? Or is Saint Potter the only one allowed to have easy classes?"
"Silence, please!" Came the Professor's voice came from the front. Harry and Malfoy shot dirty looks at each other before turning to her. "Thank you. For our next divination, she'll dive into the realm of dreams. Dreams are one of the oldest subjects of research for wizardkind, through which many believe secret knowledge is delivered to us, and yes, even knowledge of the future. In the flasks on your table, you will find a mix of magical herbs that, when heated, will exhale a gas that will induce the state of predictive dreaming."
Harry took a closer look at the glass. Indeed, there were a number of green and brown, dry leaves inside.
"The flask is charmed to warm itself at a prompt," Professor Malfoy went on. "In turn, each of you will bring it closer to your nose while the other makes sure you fall asleep in a comfortable position. When you wake up, describe the dream to your partner, and he or she must write it down; speaking it out loud should help you remember."
Malfoy grabbed the flask and brought it to her face to inspect it. She tapped it lightly with her wand, and immediately the glass started to fog. Around them, many other students were doing the same, and some were pressing their noses against the little round opening at the top of the flask.
"Do you want to try first?" He said to Malfoy.
"Scared, Potter?" She replied. A light smoke had started to come out of their own flask.
"It's called courtesy. Not that you've heard of it before, Malfoy."
She grabbed the bottle and brought it closer to her face. "Hard to believe you learned anything like that from those mug-" Malfoy was saying before her eyes suddenly rolled up and her body went limp. More out of surprise than anything else, Harry caught her in his arms, luckily stopping the flask from hitting the floor. Whatever was in there was quite strong.
With more care than he thought Malfoy deserved, he settled her in the backseat of the couch. She's so light. He put a pillow behind her head so she could rest well, though he almost wanted to let her head hang and give her a mean neck pain. Nearby, something similar was happening with other pairs, with one student falling asleep on the couch while the other watched over them. Harry saw Rony laying next to Lavender, deep asleep.
The class fell into silence, with most students watching their partners sleep. Harry kept his eyes on Malfoy, examining the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. Without the constant sneer, Harry could see what Dean had meant that night: she was very pretty, with those small rosy lips (now partially open as her jaw dangled), a tiny, delicate, pointy nose, and long eyelashes. He even dared touch a strand of her silver-blonde hair, finding it impossibly silky. If only she weren't such a bitch.
She didn't remain peaceful in her sleep for long, for soon Harry saw her eyes twitching, moving behind her eyelids, and breath coming out quicker. There it was—she was dreaming. This continued for about five more minutes until Malfoy opened her eyes suddenly and jerked herself upright.
"So?" Harry said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "How was it?"
"Awful. I hate this shite," she said, then seemed to remember to whom she was talking to and added angrily, "Where's your parchment, Potter?!"
Harry reached into his bag, bringing out the parchments, quill, and ink he had neglected.
"Alright, Malfoy, what sweet dreams did you have?"
"Pay attention, Potter; I'm not going to repeat it," Malfoy said. She cleared her throat. "I was in a… forest. The trees were tall… I couldn't see their canopy…"
Harry nodded, writing it all down.
"No canopy, huh?" He said with feigned interest.
"Shut up. Then this… hiss started to come from everywhere, and I… ran. I didn't have my wand, obviously, otherwise, I wouldn't have run."
"Obviously."
Malfoy narrowed her eyes at him. "After some time, I reach this… clearing. There's an animal there, a… stag. I climb on its back, and… it skips away."
Harry's hand froze.
"A stag?"
"A male d-"
"I know what a stag is."
"Then stop trying to sound stupid every time you open your mouth."
Harry didn't reply immediately. Why would Malfoy's vision/dream involve a stag? Did she know about his patronus and was trying to mess with him?
"Anything else?" He said. She shook her head. "It just lets you climb? I've heard they can get quite violent."
"It's a dream, Potter."
"Alright." He put the quill down. Softer than he intended, he said: "You said you don't like it. Did you do this before?"
"...yes," Malfoy admitted. "Mum's been teaching me since I was a child."
That was weird. If Malfoy had been getting private Divination from his mother, who was good enough to teach it at Hogwarts, Harry wondered why she never took the elective before. She would be getting straight O's from the start.
"It's your turn, Potter," she said, leaning back on the couch. "Try to not mess this up, though that's probably impossible considering it's you."
Reluctantly, Harry bent forward to inhale the smoke coming out of the flask, and remembering how quickly it worked on the girl, he copied her position on the couch. He only had time to give Malfoy a look before darkness claimed him.
He was back on the Hogwarts Express, excited to finally go to a magical school for the first time. His life was going to turn around now—no more bullying from Dudley and his minions, no more stupid chores from Aunt Petunia, no more insults from Uncle Vernon. He was going to be a wizard!
Yup, and right in front of him was his new best friend, the prettiest girl in the world, Rony. It was a coincidence—but not really—that he had found her compartment. He had been looking for an empty one, but after finding the beautiful girl from earlier alone, he changed his plan.
The girl in question was looking at him with those nice blue eyes of hers and a huge smile on her eleven-year-old face.
"We're gonna have so much fun!" She said brightly.
"I know," He replied.
But then the door of the compartment opened, and through it walked another redhead: Ginny, who was Rony's younger sister. Strange that Ginny was thirteen while Rony was eleven. Why was that?
"Ah, found you, my love," said Ginny, and she threw herself onto his lap, hugging him over the shoulder. She turned to her sister. "Could go away, sis? I'm Harry's girlfriend now, and he can use me however he wants. I'll even have his babies."
Rony didn't argue; she simply stood up and straightened her dress. "Okay," she said, going for the sliding door. "Since you don't need me anymore, Harry, I'll be going. Bye."
Harry grasped her hand in desperation. "Wait Rony!"
"What is it, Harry?" She said, but before he could reply, the door opened, and Hermione walked through. She was naked.
"There you are, Harry," she said, repeating herself. "Come on, we need to have sex before the first S.P.E.W. meeting."
They needed to?
'How many girlfriends do you have, Harry?" Rony asked.
"As many as he wants," said Hermione, bending over and kissing him on the lips. Ginny, now naked as well, paid her no mind, herself trailing kisses on his neck.
Rony watched with disinterest, then pulled her hand from his grasp and walked out the door. Harry pushed Hermione off him, rose to his feet, threw Ginny to the floor, and ran away after her.
"Rony, wait!"
He left the compartment and met face-to-face with an old man. No, ancient would better describe him. His gray beard reached well past his waist, and his white hair fell disorganized over his shoulders. His face was extremely wrinkled like the trunk of a tree; his eyes looked blind; and he leaned heavily on a thick staff made of wood. Harry turned away from him and saw he wasn't in the Express anymore but in a cavernous room similar to that of a temple, with a ceiling so high that the walls lost themselves to shadows. He stood on a sort of altar or platform, and below him, he could see the faces of innumerous people staring up unblinkingly, on their foreheads the same tattoo he saw on that woman in the forest.
There was movement behind him, and he twisted to see the grotesque image of six heads mounted on pillars, all bloodied and bruised. Strangely, he could not make out their features, but beyond them, the little girl, the one who called herself D.D., walked slowly along their line, touching each head in turn.
She saw him.
"My champion," she said. "The one who triumphed for me."
She turned back and ascended steps that Harry only now noticed were there, to sit on a throne made of white polished stone. The old man followed her with his blind eyes before laboriously dropping to his knees. Sounds echoed from behind Harry, and he saw all the people behind were doing the same.
Harry's forehead burned like fire, spreading from one end to the other, and he hunched over in pain, falling to the ground. He twisted and turned, clutching at his head, and when hands started to shake him, he tried to push them away.
"Potter, wake up, calm down," he heard a voice say. He opened his eyes to find Malfoy staring at him, an expression of concern on her face.
He sat up with her help and adjusted his glasses. He was dripping with sweat. Around them, some students had turned to look, but most were still engrossed in their own exercises. Many were still sleeping.
"W-what happened?" He asked.
"You were shaking and making weird noises, Potter," Malfoy said, letting him go, the sneer returning to her face. "I was about to call Mother."
Harry touched his forehead. He could almost feel the pain again, like a faint throbbing. He was not a stranger to forehead pain—his scar had had its fair share of hurting before—but this time it felt different, like something hot had been pressed to it. Like it was branded.
"Thanks," he said weekly.
"... are you ready to recite whatever it was that you saw?" Malfoy said.
There was no way he could tell her about anything that was in his dream. The Rony, Ginny, and Hermione part for obvious reasons, and the other for… well, also obvious reasons. Why was everybody getting stupid visions about pets and food, but on the first one he had one he got weird shit like that?
"I… ah, think there was…" he said, trying to come up with something reasonably dream-like for her to write down. "Like a snake… yes, and there was lightning too… I was the lightning. Then I struck down on the snake and… turned into a lion. Then the lion went on a hunt and killed all the snakes. That was it."
Diana Malfoy's lips were thin as she wrote down his story. She was clearly unimpressed.
"We're done then," she said, putting her quill down.
"I think we're supposed to go again," Harry said, examining his classmates. Those who had already had their turn in dreamland were going again. It seemed this way of divination would get popular as well.
"Do you really want to, Potter?"
"No," he replied.
"Then shut up and let's stay quiet."
"Won't we get a low mark, though?"
"Who cares." Malfoy said.
He couldn't remember a time when he had agreed with her, but there it was. Malfoy had said something reasonable for the first time.
"You really don't like it?" He asked. "Did your mother force you to take the class?"
"...No." She said after a moment. "But what kind of daughter doesn't show up for her mother's class?"
Harry felt something akin to respect sprout within him, as she said it. She was there for her mother's sake. How strange. He supposed even evil bitches like her still felt something for their families.
They waited in silence until the bell signaling the end of the class rang. As the students picked up their things, Professor Malfoy addressed them again.
"We'll keep studying dream prediction for the coming weeks. The pairs, take the flask with you and practice together until the next class. I want two-foot essays from each of you regarding your partner's dreams and possible interpretations. Dismissed."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Bloody hell."
Harry and Malfoy spoke at the same time, then shared a look.
As if Divination couldn't get any worse.
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Rony gave him the cold shoulder for the rest of the weekend, preferring to spend her time with Lavender and Parvati and their new glass flask toy. Harry found himself angry with her because he was then stuck with Malfoy as a partner for who knows how long. "I'll find you, Potter," Malfoy said when she left the class with the bottle. He could quit, he supposed, and ask McGonagall to swap his classes, but that felt like giving up and handing Rony some sort of victory.
It didn't help that he couldn't keep those dreams out of his mind. Why did he dream of that? He wasn't replacing Rony with Ginny or Hermione, no way. Rony was his best friend, his sister; Ginny was something completely different. And Hermione—he supposed Hermione was something between the two of them. There was no replacing Rony in his heart or life. But why did he feel so bad when he thought back on the dream?
And the other one. To be honest, he didn't think he'd ever see D.D. again, not even in a dream. That temple, all those people who had the same tattoo on their foreheads—what could it all mean? Did he make that up, or was it real? And those severed heads. Could they be like him? Were there others with powers like his own?
In other circumstances, he would go directly to Rony and Hermione themselves, and surely they would try to help him in any way possible, but how could he approach them with this? How could he tell them about the power of the Geass? Harry knew he wasn't being noble with it; he didn't expect them to be completely fine with what he was doing. He had no option but to keep his troubles to himself for the moment.
"Alright, out with it, Harry." He heard Angelina's voice coming from behind him as he made his way to the showers of the Gryffindor locker room. He spun to find the girl coming up behind him, arms crossed under her breasts, and wearing only her underwear again.
"What?" He asked, trying not to stare at her near-naked body. Wearing only a towel around his waist, an erection at the moment would be quite easy to spot.
"You didn't play like yourself today," she said. "And I can tell there's something in your mind."
Harry grimaced. Yes, she was right; it had been a while since he had lost so many passes and bludgeon dodges before. Granted, it was only practice, but that made it all the worse. Obviously, Angelina had noticed it.
"I'm sorry, it's just all this stuff about other schools arriving-'
"Nah, nah, nah. I know that look, Harry," Angelina said, shaking her head. "Alicia spent the whole season last year with those eyes until she confessed to her boyfriend. It's a girl, isn't it?"
"No, it's not. I mean… not in the way you think," Harry said.
"You don't need to lie, Harry. We all go through that at some point, it's no shame. What's her name?" She said, walking closer to him. When Harry didn't reply, she continued. "Actually, don't tell me. If a girl is not falling for Harry Potter, it's not my advice that will win her over."
"What do you mean?"
Angelina seemed to realize what came out of her mouth, and a look of surprise came over her. To her credit, though, she didn't immediately try to take them back.
"Don't let this go to your head, but you really don't realize how famous you are, do you? You're the boy-who-lived, Harry, all the girls here grew up hearing about you. And you're not bad-looking, so… being honest, I thought you'd be the last person to have girl trouble in this school."
"Thanks, Angelina. But I mean it, it's not what you think," He said.
Angelina stepped closer, into his private space, and Harry had to look up at her.
"Girl or not, Harry, why don't you let me take your mind off it for a bit?"
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"How?" He said with a bit of amusement in his voice. It seemed the time for teasing was over. Quicker than he expected, but he was too thankful for it.
"Let me show you," She said, looking down. She touched his towel, and her fingers quickly found the knot that tied it to his waist. She pulled it apart and threw it away.
His cock was already half-way to full size, and Angelina didn't wait a moment before taking it into her hand. She weighted it, pulling it from one side to the other, sliding her palm and dragging the skin until its hardness naturally pulled it down and revealed the pink head. Angelina gripped him with strength, not too light as if afraid of hurting him and not too tight as when Ginny or Hermione got too excited; she seemed to know the right way of doing this.
"You got a nice cock, Harry," she said. She brought down a second hand, and rubbed its palm over the slick head before joining the other in jerking his shaft. "Good size, too."
"This feels really nice, Angelina," Harry said. "You've done this before."
"I'm not a blushing maiden, no, if that's what you're saying," she said. "That offends you?"
"Nah. I'm not one either."
She looked back at him with a mischievous grin.
"Oh. You actually put this—" she squeezed his cock "—into some witchy itchy pussy? Katie owes me a butterbeer. Who was it? I bet it was Hermione, she always looked like she needed a good, hard pounding."
Harry grunted, not confirming or denying her words. With two hands, her movements started feeling real good, and Harry felt a quick release approaching.
"No? Must have been Rony then. Those tits are to die for. You put your cock between them yet?"
"I'm gonna cum," he warned her. She stepped even closer and let his cockhead rest on her tummy while she masturbated him.
Harry closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure when the orgasm came. He felt his penis pulse in Angelina's grip, letting out his semen onto her body. She kept pumping him, squeezing from base to top, trying to milk it to the last drop. He opened his eyes again to see the result of his release: a stain of pearly white on her stomach, contrasting nicely with her dark skin and dripping down to her underwear and legs.
She let his softening penis go and scooped a bit of cum with a finger, then licked it clean.
"Not a lot, and not that strong," Angelina said. "You fucked your little girlfriend yesterday, didn't you?
"... yeah."
She smiled.
"Say, why don't we take a shower now, Harry?" She said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her. "Come on, you're not running away like last time."
They walked together into the stall, and without ceremony, Angelina pulled her sports bra up, freeing a pair of big, heavy breasts with wide, dark areolas. She bent down and wiggled herself out of the semen-stained spats, then threw the dirty clothes into the basket by the corner. She turned the shower handle, and the hot water fell on her body. She sighed and moaned.
"Water's good?" Harry said, studying the way the water ran down the valley of her breasts and through her toned stomach, wiping away his cum, to finally reach her crotch. She was like Hermione there, he noted, with a tuft of wild hair covering her special place.
"Great. Come in, don't just stand there," she said over her shoulder.
Harry joined her under the water, coming up behind her and letting his now-hard cock slap against her buttocks. She wasn't lying; the warm water felt good and relaxing. They enjoyed it together for a minute or so, then Angelina turned the handle off again. She stepped away to grab the soap, pouring a generous amount on her hand, and returned to rub it all over his chest, arms, and shoulders.
"You ever been to the Captain's bathroom?" Angelina asked while she spread soap on the muscles of his stomach.
"I didn't even know Captains had bathrooms," he replied.
"They do, just like the prefects. I guess Olivier wouldn't take you there."
"Are you saying he took you?"
Angelina nodded. "A couple of times. Oliver's kind of a boring bloke, so it was just the two of us."
"Did you…?"
Angelina stepped away, apparently satisfied with her work. She grabbed his hand and filled it with soap as well.
"Do me now," she said, turning around and pushing her hair out of the way. Harry started to rub her back, marvelling at the feel of the muscles there, and Angelina moaned at his touch. "Yeah, we did. Did good for our teamwork for a while too, if you can believe me. But I thought when I was Captain, I'd take you and the girls there and we'd have some fun..."
"Are you serious? And do you think they'd accept?" Harry snarled, hands reaching down to her bottom, massaging her buttocks. Her arse was nice and round, and he could feel the muscles there too, underneath the skin.
Angelina chuckled. "Only in a heartbeat. You didn't hear this from me, but Katie is kinda crazy about you."
Harry's hands stopped as they were reaching around her hips.
"Katie?"
"Yes. You don't like her?" Angelina said, somewhat of a worried tone bleeding into her voice.
"I do. She's cute, nice," he said. He thought back on the short-haired, blond Chaser. She was so shy, he had only seen her in Quidditch underwear a couple of times, but he remembered well her lithe, almost feline-like body.
"Only cute? Merlin, you're a heartbreaker," Angelina said. She grasped his hands and brought them to her pussy. "I didn't tell you to stop."
Harry rubbed the fat flesh of her crotch, running his soap-coated fingers through the hair there until he found her entrance. He inserted a finger, and Angelina recoiled. His penis slipped between the crack of her arse.
"No, she's hot, like you," he said, moving his finger inside her.
"That's… ahah better," Angelina breathed out. She began to swing her hips up and down, and Harry's cock slid nicely between the buttocks. "She still has that picture you two took together in your first year after we won the Quidditch Cup, y'know. The one she's kissing your cheek?"
"I remember," he said. Could it be that Katie had a crush on him?
"Don't tell her I told you that or she'll kill me, then I'll have to kill you."
"Promise," Harry said. He added another finger, and Angelina moaned loudly. "What about Alicia? You said she has a boyfriend now."
"Aaahh… oh yes, that's true. Sorry, you might have lost your chance there," she said. "It's not like I got the Badge anyway. Oohnn… I can't wait anymore."
Angelina twisted and pulled him into a kiss, her tongue diving deep inside his mouth. Harry walked forth, taking her with him, until her back bumped against the stall tiles. She opened her legs, welcoming him between them, then reached down and grasped his penis, leading it with her entrance. Without breaking the kiss, she lowered herself, and Harry slid inside her wet and warm pussy. She moaned into their kiss as Harry grabbed her hips and began to thrust. With the help of the soap, her back slipped along the wall, making their movements more fluid and pleasant.
"Fuck! Yes! Pound me!" Angelina said. She grabbed his hair and pushed his head down towards her bossom. "Suck my tits, Harry!
Harry bit into the right one, taking as much of the bountiful fat into his mouth as he could. He sucked it and licked the large nipple, and a minute later he did the same to the other, to the sound of Angelina's loud moans.
"Urgghhh… just like that, Harry, your cock is awesome! Harder, fuck me harder! Ahhh!" Angelina all but shouted, and Harry complied, speeding up his ploughing. "SHITE! I GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! URRRRRRRR"
Harry could almost laugh at the way she grunted next to his ear. Her pussy tightened around him, and her legs shook so much that it started to look like they might give out. He clutched her hard, muscled tights and lifted them, effectively holding the older girl in his arms. She wasn't so heavy, especially with the wall offering support, and Harry didn't need to stop his mating movements. The girl crossed her legs around his waist and draped her arms around his neck.
"Hey, Angelina, just so we're… clear… this doesn't leave here… right?
"Afraid… ah… I'm gonna tell your little girlfriend…?"
"As if you don't have a boyfriend yourself…" Harry said. He was getting out of breath. ""...or two..."
Angelina laughed—an admission of guilt everywhere.
"Are… you calling me a slut, Harry?"
"You aren't?" He said cheekily.
"Fuck yes I am…" said Angelina. Her post-orgasm dizziness was passing, and she had started to move her hips together with him again. "...why does everybody think it's so wrong to fuck whoever you want…?"
"I don't," Harry said.
"...good Harry. You're gonna go far," she jested. "...are you close?"
"Getting there. I'm gonna cum inside your slut cunt," he said, borrowing Ginny's word.
"...that's… ahaha… the spirit… fill me up…" she said.
He pumped her with strength a few more times until he felt the sensation of the building release. His arms were starting to hurt, so he didn't try to hold it; as soon as it came, he let his cum out inside her eager pussy. When he was done, his strength left him, and his legs gave out, taking them down to the floor. He lay kneeling, the girl still in his arms, hard resting on her bosom, breathing heavily and smelling the musk scent of her skin, sweat, and soap.
"Fuck, Harry, you're a damn nice shag," Angelina said breathlessly.
"Thanks… you're pretty good too."
"I don't know what's the problem with your girlfriend, but if this is how you do it every time, I wouldn't worry about it too much."
Angelina was right, Harry thought. So what if Rony was getting to spend her time a bit away from him? It wasn't like they were dating or anything. He had more female attention now than he could ever need; why was he even concerned with her? They were still friends, that hadn't changed. It was just a stupid dream anyway.
"Hey, Angelina," he called. "Why don't we invite Katie to the next practise?"
Angelina grinned. "Now you're speaking my language, Harry."
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Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room later that evening to find Rony sitting by herself, leaning over a long piece of parchment, scribbling on it with a quill. It was a strange sight, one Harry had seldom seen before. Usually they did their homework together, copying from each other or Hermione.
"Homework?" He said it, walking closer, voice with a peace-offering tone.
She looked at him briefly from the corner of her eye, then returned to the paper.
"Just finishing up the Divination essay. The girls and I thought we could have another dream session this afternoon. Add a bit more, you know?"
Harry nodded. Something he never really expected to see: Rony as diligent about homework as Hermione. The redhead had been getting top marks in the class since Malfoy's mother took over, and apparently she didn't plan to stop.
"No, I get it," he said. He stepped sheepishly around the couch. "Hey, Rony, I'm sorry about Divination. I didn't mean to be… grumpy about it. I'm just not feeling it, I think."
Rony looked up at him.
"It's okay, Harry. We can't like everything the other does, I suppose," she said. "Sorry for walking out and leaving you with Malfoy."
"Honestly, I deserved it. Don't know how it'll be with that assignment, but she wasn't that terrible during the class."
Rony frowned. "Not with Professor Malfoy keeping watch on her."
Harry considered telling her about his talk with Diana Malfoy and her surprisingly noble wish to support her mother, but felt he might betray something personal about the girl, like he would somehow break her trust.
He did a gesture with his hand. "It's just Malfoy anyway. I can handle her."
"Sure," Rony said. She set her quill down. "I got the herb flask up in my trunk. Do you want to try going under with me? You know, just to be prepared before meeting her."
Harry shook his head. "No, it's okay, you don't ne-"
But then there were loud, knocking noises coming from the window, and Harry and Rony turned their heads to see a white owl outside, beating on the glass with her beak.
"It's Hedwig. I left her with Sirius last month," Harry said, walking over to the window. He opened it, and the snowy owl hooted and fluttered inside, her wings taking her to the nearest table. There was a letter tied around her leg. "It's from Sirius," he said, untying the parchment.
Harry,
I hope this finds you well and safe inside Hogwarts. I'm writing to tell you I'm flying north immediately. The reason is a batch of grave news that arrived to me a few days ago through my contacts in the country. They've instructed me not to tell you anything until we know more about the situation, but I say damn them, when do we ever do, huh? If anyone deserves to be warned, it's you.
There's been a mass escape in Azkaban earlier this month. No, not in the way you're thinking, the fortress hasn't been assaulted or broken. The guards actually found completely different people in the prisoners' cells; apparently they'd been swapped out at some point without anyone noticing it. The Ministry is keeping it all hush-hush for now while they try to come up with damage control. I expect people will start losing their jobs very soon. Regardless, I don't think I need to tell you how bad the situation is; the prisoners in question are exactly who you expect: the Death Eaters. Be very careful, Harry, and watch your every step. I'll be in touch soon. Give my best to Rony and Hermione.
Sirius
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