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Coaxing Information:
"I think I'll take another swig of Felix and have a go at the Room Of Requirement."
Hermione looked up from her book and gave Harry a withering look, the kind she reserved for when she was truly irritated with him. "If he's in the room and has told it to not let anyone in, it won't let you in, lucky potion or not."
"I just want to know what he's up to," Harry's frustration was evident in his voice as he stood up and paced back and forth, still trying to decide what he needed to do.
"I know, Harry," Hermione said with the air of someone who has articulated the same point numerous times already, "But I don't think there's anything you can do, luck can only get you so far."
"That's true," Ron said thoughtfully, chiming in for the first time, "But it would still make Harry lucky, wouldn't it? I mean maybe it wouldn't get him into the room, but you never know what he might find out if he takes some."
Hermione huffed and slammed her book shut. "Don't the two of you think Harry might have something more important to use that potion on?"
"What's more important than figuring out what a death eater in the castle's up to?" Harry asked in frustration.
"Harry, he's not a death eater!" Hermione looked desperate to convince him now.
"I'm taking the potion, later today once classes are over." Hermione put her book in her bag, stood up, and walked away, refusing to look at him.
After they got out of class that day, Harry and Ron dashed hurriedly up to the boys dorm to get the Felix Felicis. Harry opened the bottle and hesitated, looking over at Ron.
"You don't suppose Hermione might be right, do you?" Harry asked, looking once again at the bottle.
"She might be, but like I said, whatever happens will be really lucky somehow, so I don't see what's wrong with going for it." Harry nodded slowly and tipped the bottle up until he had a small mouthful of potion in his mouth.
He closed the bottle once again and then swallowed. Somehow, he thought the feeling was even better than it had been before. Or maybe he't simply forgotten how incredible it truly felt. Regardless, it was truly an unmatched sensation.
"I'm need to go to the Slug Club party," Harry said happily.
"Are we sure this potion doesn't make you bloody mental?" Ron asked, looking at Harry in bewilderment.
"It worked last time, didn't it?" Harry quipped cheerfully, and with that, he jumped to his feet and hurried out of the dormitory, leaving a bemused Ron in his wake.
He entered the common room and strode through it quickly with a confidence that only Felix Felicis could've inspired in him. Just as he was approaching the portrait hole, it swung open and Hermione climbed through it, her arms full of books for her classes. She looked at him in surprise for a moment and then her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You've taken it, haven't you?" she asked accusingly, giving him an immensely irritated look.
"It's fine, Hermione," he said placatingly, "I know what I'm doing, I'm going to Slughorn's party, isn't it convenient that he's having one tonight? He hasn't had one since I started trying to get that memory."
Hermione stared at him and began to splutter indignantly. "You're going to the Slug Club party? Why? You haven't seemed like you wanted to go to one all year!"
"I just have a good feeling about it, it's where I need to go," Harry replied confidently, "I'll see you there." He climbed out of the portrait hole and turned down the hall, leaving Hermione in a state very similar to how he'd left Ron.
By the time he reached Slughorn's office, it was almost five, which was when the party was scheduled to start, meaning that he was one of the first guests to arrive.
"Harry! Good evening my boy, I must say I wasn't expecting you tonight!" boomed Slughorn jovially, clapping Harry on the back, "In you go, in you go. You too, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Belby, Ms. Greengrass."
Harry entered the elaborately decorated room that normally served as Slughorn's office, accompanied by two of the boys who had been at the very first meeting on the train, as well as a pretty fourth-year in a short, red dress who he recognized as Daphne Greengrass's sister, Astoria. There were also rumors that she may be seeing Draco Malfoy. His eyes lingered on her sleek black hair falling over her pale, bare shoulders and pretty neck. His eyes travelled down over her small, athletic body, her small, perky breasts and arse and her thin waist. A slight blush crept onto her face and down over her collarbone, letting him know she'd caught him looking.
"Well, it's never too soon to start dancing!" Slughorn exclaimed happily over the chatter as more people filtered into the room. Music began to play, and just when Astoria was about to go sit at a table, Harry reached out, took her hand, and spun her into a dance. She instinctively placed her hand on his shoulder as he placed his on her waist, looking up at him coolly, just barely registering surprise on her face.
"What do you want, Potter?" she asked in a neutral voice which gave nothing away.
Harry grinned at her. "Is it so bad to want a dance with a pretty girl like you?" She smirked up at him skeptically, revolving to the music seemingly automatically as she looked up at him.
"You must admit it seems odd from my perspective. Keep up with me," she added, the song had changed to a much faster-paced tune and Harry sped up to match the tempo with her.
"I just needed to make sure I took the chance when I got it," he said with a grin, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her palm.
She subconsciously leaned closer to him as she tried to hide her blush. "I'm seeing someone, you know," she said, attempting to sound irritated but still coming off as somewhat distqacted as he pulled her even closer, her scent which strongly resembled a citrus fruit washed over him.
"I actually wanted to ask you some things about him," he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, his torso now pressing against hers lightly and making her feel flustered.
Astoria tried to compose herself and looked up at him, her blue eyes wide as she felt desire flow between her legs. "Oh, so that's what you want, is it?" She gasped as Harry spun her confidently to the beat of the music.
"Maybe," he said gruffly in her ear, pulling her back against him and making sure she could feel his erection brush against her, "I'm sure I could make it worth your while." Her eyes continued to hold a glazed look as she stared into his, her lips parted slightly in lust.
Suddenly, without warning, she pressed herself firmly against him, letting his erection rub against her stocach. She linked her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, brushing her lips against his torturously. She trailed her lips over and sucked on his earlobe sensually, licking and nipping on it and making him groan.
"Don't act like you're so in control, Potter," she breathed in his ear, "Two can play at this game." They continued to dance, with Astoria rubbing and grinding on his erection as they moved to the beats of the various songs being played at the party. Harry felt a small hand stroke his bulge lightly and he retaliated by squeezing her small arse in his hand. Astoria's hips then bucked forward and ground on his erection and both just barely held in guturral sounds of desire at the contact.
Harry leaned down and sucked on the side of her neck, making her gasp and sigh in pleasure. "So where is Draco tonight?" Harry growled in her ear, still being spurred on by the lucky potion.
"Maybe he has more important place to be right now. Oh!" she gasped and almost moaned as his lips moved to suck on her pulse point.
"Surely it can't be more important than this," he murmured, letting a hand trail up her thigh to the edge of her dress. She shivered with pleasure as his peppered her collar bone and the dip between the swells of her breasts with hot kisses. "Maybe you'd like to talk about this somewhere a bit more private?" he asked huskily, his hand now under her dress and playing with the edge of her knickers.
Astoria nodded, her face flushed as she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door. She pulled him down the hallway and into a small, dark broom closet and closed the door. Before Harry could speak, her small, ath'letic body had his pressed against the wall as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him desperately. Her hands fisted in his dress robes as she pulled him closer, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a sexy moan as her small breasts pressed firmly into his muscular chest.
Harry pulled the straps of her dress over and off her bare shoulders, hunning his calloused hnd over her bare skin. He reached back and grabbed her arse roughly, pulling her closer and making her whimper needily into his mouth. She began to plant hot, open-mouthed kisses over his neck, her hands trailing down from his chest, over his toned abs until she finally grabbed his large, hard cock in her small hands and began to stroke. She smirked up at him as one hand stroked his length while the other cupped his balls, licking her lips sensually as her hands worked him.
Without warning, Harry grabbed her hands and tied them behind her head, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall, her eyes going wide with a combination of shock and lust. "You still have some things to tell me," he growled, pulling her dress down so it pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her knickers, "Maybe if you're a good girl i'll let you have what you really want." He cupped one breast with his left hand and leaned down to take her right nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it with his teeth. Now that her hands were free again, Astoria grabbed the back of his head and held him in place, moaning loudly as suckled on her nipple. He reached down and pushed her knickers to the floor, his hand slipping between her legs but refusing to touch her.
Astoria whimpered and bucked her hips, trying to grind on his fingers, but he kept his hand hovering near her soaking folds without making contact. "Fine!" she moaned, her face flushed with need, "What do you want to know!"
"What's he doing off in the room of requirements all the time?" Harry slipped a finger into her and she clenched around it with a wanton moan as he stroked her in an aching, slow motion.
"I don't know... something for... for the Dark Lord. Oh!" she squealed as he brushed his thumb over her swollen clit.
"How can I find out what he's doing?" he growled harshly in her ear.
"I... I don't know anything else, I swear, please just fuck me!" Harry withdrew his finger and stopped touching her.
"You better know something, or you're not getting anything else from me." Astoria's glazed blue eyes stared up at him with lust as she clutched at his dressrobes tightly in a horny daze.
"He always mentions going to the pla@e where people hide things. Please tell me that's enough, I need your cock!" her eyes pleaded with him as she kept moving her hips, trying unsuccessfully to make contact with his hand. Suddenly, two of his fingers dove into her and another began stroking her clit, making her writhe and squeal with pleasure as she rode his fingers.
"I suppose that'll be enugh for now," he said gruffly. He pulled his hand back and then grabbed her by the waist, lifting her into the air and letting her wrap her legs around him. Having waited long enough, he reached down and lined himself up with her wet slit and slid in with a groan in her ear.
Astoria began to role her hips as his large cock stretched her out, letting out a loud squeal each time that his girth rubbed against her soaking-wet walls. She reached down and began to rub herself as he pounded into her against the wall of the broom closet, slamming her roughly into the wall and making her moan even louder. Sretty soon, he felt her pussy flutter around him and it put him over the edge. He grunted something like a warning and then unloaded his hot cum into her depths, groaning as she orgasmed hard along with him.
As they came down from the high, Harry pulled out of her and set her on the ground on her dress. "If you can get me more information, I might be able to give you more rewards like that." He pulled his qobes on, turned, and left her there in a mess, his cum still dripping from her pussy.