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Advanced Studies (Harry/Fleur)
The quill scratched against parchment in the quiet of Harry’s office, a rhythmic sound that had become the soundtrack to his evenings. Mark. Grade. Next. He’d been at it for hours, working through a stack of essays that all said the same thing in slightly different words. Switching Spells, chapter twelve, regurgitated with varying degrees of competence. Harry set down his quill and pressed his fingers against his eyes, trying to ease the dull ache building behind them. The candle on his desk had…-
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Chapter 1: Under the Table Deal
Harry had been there for hours. His notes, filled with clean rows of numbers underlined twice, covered half the library table. The book open in front of him, Advanced Elixirs and Arcane Compounds, was heavier than it looked. Snape had listed it as “optional reading,” a phrase which usually meant ignore it at your peril. The text was a maze of ratios and temperature warnings that could just as easily ruin a brew as a student. He traced a finger under a crucial passage: Powdered moonstone must be…-
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The Boggart (Harry/Tonks)
"Right then, Potter. Wand up. Eyes forward. And for Merlin's sake, try not to hex me again." Tonks was leaning against the wall of Training Room Six with her arms crossed and her hair a bright bubblegum pink, grinning at him like this was all a great laugh. Which, to be fair, it probably was from her side of the room. She wasn't the one who'd accidentally sent a Stunning Spell into the ceiling last week and brought down half a light fixture on Williamson's desk. "That was one time," Harry…-
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The library was nearly empty at this hour. Most eighth-years were at dinner or holed up in the common rooms, enjoying their Friday evening freedom. Harry sat in their usual alcove, tucked away in the Restricted Section where Hermione had convinced Madam Pince to grant them research access. His Charms textbook lay open in front of him, but he wasn’t reading it. Hermione knelt between his legs, her head bobbing steadily as she worked his cock with practiced skill. Her school robes were gone, left in…
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Harry stood in front of the mirror in the sixth-year boys’ dormitory, tugging at his collar for the third time. His shirt was clean, his hair was… well, his hair was what it always was, but he’d at least tried to flatten it down. He’d even put on his better trousers, the ones without the fraying hem. Ron was sprawled on his bed, tossing a Quaffle up and catching it. “Mate, you’re going to Hogsmeade, not meeting the Minister of Magic.” “I know that,” Harry muttered, giving up on his…-
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