Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
Chapter 10
On Monday, after his classes ended, Harry entered the Head Boy and Girl's common room, a reserved and cozy area decorated with luxurious upholstery and a crackling fireplace that brought warmth to the space. He found Daphne Greengrass sitting on one of the sofas, her eyes fixed on a book of ancient runes. Astoria and Tracey were nearby, surrounded by scrolls, immersed in their studies.
"Good evening," Harry said as he approached, feeling Daphne's quick, yet assessing, glance over him.
"Good evening, Harry," Daphne replied, closing the book and setting it aside. "How was your day?"
"Tiring, but productive," Harry replied with a smile. "And yours?"
"We've been reviewing for the Charms exams," Astoria replied with a determined look. "But Tracey just reminded me of a complicated formula I was forgetting."
Tracey, who was leaning over a scroll, looked up at Harry and offered him a subtle smile. There was a silent understanding between the two, a connection that none of the others seemed to notice.
Daphne exchanged a quick glance with her sister before turning back to Harry. "It's good to see that even with all your responsibilities as Head Boy, you still find time for your academic obligations."
"I try to balance everything," said Harry. He sat next to Daphne, feeling the slight tension in the air as she subtly moved a bit closer, almost imperceptibly.
The conversation flowed smoothly, with Harry and Daphne discussing the responsibilities of the Head Boy and Girl and the administrative issues that arose. During this time, Tracey and Astoria continued studying, occasionally throwing furtive glances in Harry and Daphne's direction.
After some time, Tracey decided to break the ice by asking, "Harry, how are you doing in Transfiguration classes? I've heard that Professor Andromeda has been giving you special attention."
Harry raised an eyebrow, catching the subtlety in Tracey's words. "She's an excellent teacher," he replied calmly. "But everyone in the class receives the same attention."
Astoria laughed, clearly amused by the interaction, while Daphne simply rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, Harry," Daphne said with a half-smile. "We know that Andromeda is quite demanding."
The evening passed quickly, and as the conversation flowed, Harry realized how comfortable he felt in the presence of the Greengrass sisters. Tracey, with her teasing and subtle demeanor, always managed to keep the conversation interesting, while Daphne, despite her more serious posture, showed a warmer side when away from the eyes of other students.
After a relaxed conversation, Tracey and Astoria said their goodbyes to return to the Slytherin dormitory before curfew. Harry leaned slightly forward, looking directly at Daphne. "Daphne, you know a lot about old families, don't you? I was thinking... how do these lineages and their power plays really affect the wizarding world today?"
Daphne raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised by Harry's interest in the subject. "I know a few things," she said modestly. "Old families, like ours, still have a lot of influence, although it's not always evident."
"I've been reading about some of these lineages," Harry continued, carefully choosing his words. "Especially about how inheritances and marriages can be used to keep power and wealth within families."
Daphne nodded slowly, seeming to reflect on what he had said. "It's true. Even though we don't have a formal nobility, the oldest and most powerful families still control a lot through these alliances. Marriages are a way to preserve status and influence. The most prestigious lineages are careful with whom they allow their heirs to marry."
"That reminds me of something I heard about the Black family," said Harry, trying to sound casual. "They're very specific about keeping the bloodlines pure, aren't they?"
"Yes," Daphne replied, her tone becoming a bit more serious. "The Blacks, in particular, have always been known for their obsession with blood purity. But the Potters also have a long history, although they've been less radical in this regard. What's interesting about you, Harry, is that you carry the legacy of both families."
Harry watched her closely as she spoke, absorbing every detail. "Does that mean that, technically, I could have a marriage for each of these families?"
"Yes," Daphne confirmed with a slight smile. "That would allow each lineage to remain separate, keeping their wealth and influence intact. Additionally, if any heiress wanted to preserve the family name, she could marry you and still keep the inheritance. It's a complex game, Harry, and the rules aren't always clear. But the main point is that you have a power that few people have — the ability to directly influence the future of several of these families."
Harry adjusted his position on the sofa, watching the reflection of the fireplace flames in Daphne's eyes before speaking. "Okay, but how exactly do traditional families continue to hold so much power in the wizarding world? We don't have lords like the Muggles, but it seems that these old lineages still rule in a way, even with the addition of Muggle-borns, who are outnumbering the wizards from traditional families."
Daphne tilted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. "You're right, Harry. We don't have a formal nobility like the Muggles, but traditional families exert influence in more subtle ways. Their power is rooted in a combination of wealth, political connections, and, of course, strategic alliances."
She paused, crossing her legs elegantly and turning her full attention back to him. "The Wizengamot, for example, is the oldest governing body in our world. It's mostly composed of wizards and witches from old lineages. They are either appointed or, more often, inherit their positions, passing them down from generation to generation within the family. Although there are seats that can be occupied by common wizards, the old families usually control most of them."
Harry nodded, intrigued. "So, even without titles, these families have a kind of hereditary control over political power?"
"Exactly," Daphne confirmed, her eyes gleaming. "Their power isn't so much about titles or lands, but about the influence they wield. Wealth is a factor, of course, but the real strength lies in their ability to shape political decisions and form powerful alliances within the Wizengamot. And this isn't limited to legislative matters. Decisions about laws, educational policies, and even control over what's considered 'acceptable' in the wizarding society often come from these families."
She leaned a bit closer, her voice softening but maintaining a touch of amusement. "And since traditional families are seen as guardians of old traditions and customs, they often manage to block any change they consider dangerous to their interests."
"I see," Harry said, reflecting on what she had said. "But what about the Ministry? How does it fit into all of this?"
Daphne smiled, seeming to appreciate his curiosity. "The Ministry of Magic is the official governing entity, yes, but it's far from being independent of the Wizengamot. Many ministers and high officials come from these same old families or have strong ties to them. The Minister of Magic is elected, but traditional families have their ways of ensuring that their preferred candidates have the necessary support to win. And even if someone from outside manages to come to power, he or she will have to constantly negotiate with the Wizengamot to implement any changes."
She paused, looking at Harry thoughtfully. "In the end, it's all about control and balance of power. The families that manage to keep their alliances strong and their bloodlines pure are the ones that remain at the top, generation after generation."
Harry watched her closely, picking up on something more in the way she spoke. "So that's why marriages between these families are so important? They keep this power within a closed circle?"
Daphne laughed softly, a delicate and pleasant sound. "Yes, Harry. Marriages are the glue that holds everything together. A well-arranged marriage can strengthen alliances, increase influence, and ensure that power is passed on to the next generation in a controlled manner. That's why the oldest families are so selective about whom they marry. They don't just care about blood purity, but also about the political and economic potential that the union can bring."
She looked at him sideways, her eyes sparkling with a slight amusement. "But you, Harry... with your unique heritage and growing power, have more than enough to change this game. I bet many families are keeping an eye on you now."
Harry smiled, catching the slight insinuation in her words. "I guess I'll need a good advisor, then."
Daphne laughed softly, her eyes meeting his. "Who knows, Potter? Maybe I might be available to help if you ask the right way."
With one last smile, Daphne stood up, ending the conversation but leaving the suggestion that they could resume the topic later, on more personal terms. Harry realized that, in addition to learning about the political world of wizards, he had gained a new ally — and perhaps something more — in the complex power game unfolding at Hogwarts and beyond.
The next morning, Harry woke up early, still reflecting on the previous night's conversation with Daphne. The wizarding world seemed increasingly complex, and he knew he needed to be prepared to deal with the intricate power dynamics that Daphne had described. He went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, where he met Hermione and some other Gryffindor classmates. She observed him, biting her lip, clearly thinking about what they had discussed last week.
After breakfast, Harry headed to Potions class. The classroom was full of murmurs when Harry entered, with students commenting on the imposing presence of the professor. Narcissa, with her pale face and serious expression, began the class with a formality that reflected her aristocratic upbringing.
"Today, we will prepare the Polyjuice Potion," announced Narcissa, her voice sharp and clear. "As you should know, this potion, if made correctly, alters the physical appearance of the person who drinks it, who will assume the identity of the person whose hair is in the potion. Note that since the potion takes about a month to be ready, it will be put into stasis after the class and resumed next Tuesday. Precision is essential, so pay attention to every detail."
Harry began working on the potion, concentrating on the ingredients while the other students did the same. He noticed that Pansy Parkinson, who was beside him, seemed to be having difficulties. "Need help, Pansy?" Harry asked, keeping his voice low to avoid attracting Narcissa's attention.
Pansy looked at him, surprised, but nodded. "I'm having trouble with the leeches."
Harry gave her an understanding look. "The key is not to overheat. Keep the flame low and steady while mixing with the knotgrass. That way, you avoid the potion losing consistency."
Pansy followed Harry's instructions, and soon her potion began to acquire the correct color. "Thanks, Harry," she said with a genuine smile, something rare for her.
As they continued working, Pansy leaned in closer to avoid being overheard. "When can we meet again?"
Harry discreetly looked around the classroom to see if they were being watched, but everyone was focused on their potion. "Probably on the weekend. My patrols aren't exhausting, but they are long and constant, so it's unlikely during the week."
Pansy nodded, and they agreed to arrange something for Saturday.
As the class ended, Narcissa walked around the room, evaluating each student's work. Upon reaching Harry's bench, she gave a slight nod of approval. "Potter, it seems you are finally beginning to understand the subtlety of potion-making. Keep it up."
After the class, everyone was exhausted. The concentration required for the Perfect Polyjuice Potion had drained their energy, but there was still more ahead. Harry headed to Charms class with Professor Flitwick.
Professor Flitwick decided it was time to test the students' advanced skills, preparing them for the challenges of the N.E.W.T.s. "Today, we will work on the Confringo spell," Flitwick announced, his tone excited but with a seriousness that indicated the importance of the lesson. "This explosive spell requires not only magical strength but also extreme precision."
Harry paired up with Hermione, who was visibly excited to test her skills. "Let's begin," said Flitwick, gesturing for everyone to prepare. "This explosive spell is powerful but dangerous if not properly controlled. Focus on directing the force at the target without letting it spread."
Harry concentrated, pointing his wand at the target and mentally casting 'Confringo'. A controlled explosion followed, and he watched as the target disintegrated into pieces. Hermione also managed to perform the spell with precision, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
"Very well, Potter, Granger," Flitwick praised, observing the results with a smile of approval.
The class was intense but extremely rewarding, leaving Harry with a sense of accomplishment and confidence in his abilities as the day progressed to other interactions and challenges.
After classes ended, Harry felt the lightness of the late afternoon air and decided to take advantage of the time before curfew to interact with some classmates. First, he found Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott near the greenhouses, where they were discussing Herbology.
"Hi, Harry," Susan greeted him with a warm smile. "We were talking about magical plants that can be useful in defensive potions. Do you have any thoughts?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I think dittany is always useful. It works well in healing potions too."
Hannah agreed, adding, "Yes, it's one of my favorites. And speaking of which, how was Potions class with Narcissa today?"
Harry smiled at the memory. "Intense, as always. We had to prepare the Polyjuice Potion, and let's just say it's not something you want to mess up."
They laughed and continued chatting about their classes until Harry said goodbye and headed to the library, where he found Luna Lovegood absorbed in a book about magical creatures. They talked a little about their readings and interests before Su Li and Padma Patil approached. "Harry," Su Li began, "we were thinking of organizing a study group for the N.E.W.T.s. How about joining us?"
Harry nodded. "Sounds like a great idea."
Padma smiled, pleased. "We'll meet in the library tomorrow afternoon, then. I'm sure Hermione will want to join too."
From there, Harry headed to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Neville and Seamus playing a game of wizard chess. "Hey, Harry, want to join us?" Seamus asked as the magical board creaked with the pieces moving.
"I'll watch," Harry said, sitting next to them. "Who's winning?"
Neville smiled shyly. "I think I'm getting lucky today, but Seamus won't let it go easily."
They spent some time together, joking and talking about the difficulties and surprises of the classes. Neville mentioned that he was feeling more confident with the advanced spell lessons, while Seamus complained about the difficulty of keeping his grades up in Potions under Narcissa Black's strict supervision.
After dinner, Harry went to the Head Boy and Girl's quarters to relax while waiting for his patrol. When the time approached, he made sure to have his wand at hand and set out to begin his nightly round through the school's corridors.
As he walked through the familiar passages, Harry reflected on the interactions he had with his classmates earlier. Despite the intense workload of responsibilities and studies, these nightly patrols offered him moments of tranquility, a time to organize his thoughts.
He passed by the library, where he saw some students hurrying to get to their dormitories before curfew. A quick reprimand was enough to remind them of the time. Continuing his round, he climbed the stairs leading to the Astronomy Tower, one of the highest points of Hogwarts and a place that always attracted him for the breathtaking view of the stars.
Upon reaching the tower, Harry heard a faint, almost imperceptible sound coming from above. Curious, he silently climbed the last few steps. Reaching the top, he was surprised to see Professor Aurora Sinistra, the elegant Astronomy professor, completely naked, her slender body illuminated by the moonlight. She was facing away from him, looking at the starry sky with a serenity that contrasted with the surprise that overtook Harry.
"Professor?" Harry called out, his voice slightly trembling, trying to look away but unable to stop his curiosity from bringing his gaze back.
Aurora Sinistra turned slowly, a mysterious smile on her lips. "Mr. Potter," she said with a disconcerting calm. "I wasn't expecting to find someone here at this hour."
"I... I'm on my patrol," he replied, trying to sound calm. "But... you're... without clothes."
Aurora raised an eyebrow as if dealing with a trivial question. "I spend my nights like this, Mr. Potter. It's a way to connect with the universe. To feel the night breeze and the energy of the stars without the limitations of clothing."
Harry tried to process the explanation, but there was something about the situation that seemed to deviate from any sense of normality. "Right... that sounds... good, I suppose."
Aurora laughed softly. "Or maybe I knew that your route would pass by here, and I was waiting for you, Mr. Potter."
Harry raised an eyebrow, accepting the flirtation. He took a step forward, his presence dominating the space as his voice took on a tone of soft provocation. "And if I ask why you were waiting for me, Professor?"
Aurora smiled, the glint in her eyes showing that she was enjoying the exchange of words. "Perhaps because I knew you'd pass by here. Or perhaps because I wanted to surprise you, Harry."
Harry took another step forward, further reducing the distance between them. "Well, I must say it's quite a... memorable surprise."
She laughed softly, a sound that seemed to blend the calm of the night with a subtle provocation. "And I hope it's one you'll enjoy."
Harry kept his gaze fixed on her, not backing down from the clear flirtation. "Your teaching methods, Professor, are definitely... unique."
Aurora tilted her head, her eyes still locked on his. "You're an exceptional student, Harry. And exceptional students deserve exceptional experiences."
The tension between them was palpable, charged with a mixture of desire and power. Harry took the final step, standing just inches away from her. "Looks like I'm eager to learn more."
Aurora bit her lip lightly, her eyes sparkling with something deeper than simple amusement. "Let's see how much you can learn, then."
She stepped closer, her body almost touching his. Harry could feel her warmth, the energy she radiated as the night enveloped them. With a smooth movement, she took his hand, and without breaking eye contact, led him out of the Astronomy Tower.
"Let's go somewhere more... private. Where we can explore all the lessons you need to learn."
Harry followed her, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation. They descended the stairs in silence, the atmosphere charged with the promise of what was to come.
She led him through the quiet corridors of Hogwarts until they reached her quarters. The door opened without a sound, revealing an elegantly decorated room, with deep colors and a large bed covered with silk sheets.
Upon entering, Harry felt a shift in the air, something indicating that the night was about to become even more interesting. In the center of the bed, lying provocatively, was Bathsheda Babbling, blindfolded and gagged, her pale skin contrasting with the dark sheets.
"Surprised again, Harry? I think tonight's lesson will be more intense than you imagined," Aurora teased.
Harry paused at the entrance, observing the scene before him without showing hesitation. A slow smile formed on his lips. "Looks like I'll need all my concentration."
Aurora approached from behind, her fingers sliding gently over his shoulders as she whispered in his ear, "And I'll be here to make sure you don't miss any detail."
Aurora Sinistra was a hypnotizing sight in the soft light of the room. Her dark skin reflected the subtle glow of the candles, highlighting every curve of her slender and elegant body. With long legs and thick, firm thighs, she had a posture that exuded confidence and power. Her rounded, well-defined hips contrasted with her narrow waist, and her perky, firm breasts, although not very large, completed her imposing silhouette. She was tall, with an almost supernatural beauty, and dark eyes that seemed to see beyond the physical.
Bathsheda Babbling, on the other hand, was the picture of fresh, vibrant youth. With porcelain-white skin and black hair that fell in soft waves, she had a curvy body, but relatively small compared to Aurora. Her breasts, though smaller, were firm and perky, giving her body an air of delicacy. Smaller than Aurora, Bathsheda had a figure that combined grace with a natural sensuality. There was a softness to her appearance, something that made her seem younger than she was.
Harry took a step toward the bed, where Bathsheda lay, blindfolded and gagged, her breathing slightly accelerated, indicating that she was aware of everything around her despite her vision being blocked. The way she was positioned, with her hands gently tied behind her back, emphasized her curves in a provocative way. Her small breasts rose and fell with her breathing, while the slight tension in her body suggested a mix of anticipation and desire.
Aurora approached Harry, her warm, firm hands resting on his shoulders, while her low, mischievous voice whispered in his ear, "She's been waiting for you, Harry. I think you deserve to explore everything she has to offer."
Harry kept his eyes on Bathsheda, feeling the power of the situation taking over him. With one last glance at Aurora, he smiled, making it clear that he was ready to savor every moment of the experience.
Aurora stepped back, sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching with a satisfied smile as Harry approached Bathsheda.
Harry slowly approached Bathsheda, his eyes running over her curvy body with desire. He began his exploration with a gentle touch on her ankles, sliding his fingers along her soft skin. With an almost reverent delicacy, he knelt beside the bed and leaned in, beginning to kiss the small, delicate feet of Bathsheda.
He felt the warm, soft skin under his lips as his kisses slowly moved upward, along her ankles and then her calves. Each kiss was careful, as if he wanted to memorize the sensation of every inch of skin. Bathsheda trembled slightly with each touch, her body responding to the attention he was giving her.
Harry continued his journey, moving up her legs, kissing every bit of skin he encountered, from her shins to her knees. His lips explored the soft thighs, savoring the texture and warmth, while his hands traced the feminine contours of her body, increasing the tension that hung in the air.
When he reached her hips, Harry paused, taking a deep breath as he observed Bathsheda's body arching slightly with the contact. He then leaned in again, planting gentle kisses on the curve of her hip, where the skin was most sensitive, eliciting muffled sighs from her.
Aurora, who was watching everything closely, smiled with satisfaction, seeing Harry take control of the situation with confidence. Harry maintained the slow and meticulous rhythm, his lips moving to Bathsheda's abdomen, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he passed.
Harry finally reached Bathsheda's small, perky breasts, kissing the delicate skin around them, teasing her before touching her nipples with the tip of his lips.
He took his time, exploring every curve and line of her body with careful kisses, appreciating every reaction his touch provoked. Bathsheda, even gagged and blindfolded, surrendered completely to the moment, her muffled sighs and moans only intensifying the atmosphere charged with pleasure and expectation.
Harry was determined to explore every inch of her body, and he did so with the patience and desire of someone who knew that the night was still just beginning.
He began to lightly bite the professor Babbling's nipple while slowly inserting a finger into her tight tunnel. He alternated between her breasts while inserting another finger and increasing their speed, eliciting moans from Bathsheda, who began to squirm more intensely. Aurora avidly enjoyed the spectacle before her, pleasuring herself and moaning.
The situation was new to Harry, as the women he had been with were always quite vocal. So, having sex with the gagged professor was something different, but he quite enjoyed it. Of course, he had to pay even more attention to how she reacted to his touches, but almost every touch of his on her body generated choked moans from Babbling.
Harry pulled away from her, holding his cock and slapping it against her pussy. He rubbed his rod from her clit to her ass, making Babbling writhe beneath him. After a few repetitions of this, he slowly penetrated her.
"Fuck." She was very tight. And hot. She must have been close because he could barely deepen inside her. He persisted, slowly, caressing her breasts until he managed to sheathe his entire member inside her tunnel.
Harry remained still, allowing her to adjust to his size, and then began to pound her.
He started slowly, leaning over her and sucking on her neck, but quickly began to pick up the pace. Harry slightly changed the angle of his thrusts with each stroke, as Bathsheda squirmed even more than before, which he thought was impossible.
Sensing that she was getting close, Harry deepened his thrusts, making them longer and harder, and when he felt her pussy start to tighten, he bit her neck.
Bathsheda came hard on his cock, her cum flowing even with his member buried inside her. But Harry wasn't done yet.
He pulled out of her and began hammering her pussy, chasing his release. Bathsheda had not yet recovered from her orgasm and was already approaching another.
Harry thrust into her a few more times and, just as he was about to empty his balls inside her, he removed Bathsheda's blindfold.
Bathsheda felt his cum invading her as she stared into those powerful emerald eyes. It was too much for her, and she had another explosive orgasm.
Harry withdrew from her, slapping his still hard cock against her clit a few times, and turned to Aurora, who was panting with her fingers in her pussy, her juices dripping on the floor. "So, Professor, how did I do?"
Aurora stared at him for a few moments, licking her lips at the sight of his still hard cock pointed at her. "Well, I think you might still need my tutorship."
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