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Chapter 7: Seeker Instinct
Harry woke to the sound of Dean rummaging through his trunk, muttering about a missing sock. Sunlight cut through the window. Harry sat up and rubbed his face, still half-asleep. “What time is it?” he asked, voice still rough. “Late enough that we’ve got Flying in an hour,” Seamus said from across the room. He was already dressed, pulling his robes on over his shirt. “You gonna sleep through your first time on a broom?” Harry grunted and stood, stretching his arms over his head.…-
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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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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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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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The Best Mistake (Harry/Daphne)
The corridor smelled like candied pineapple. Harry tried breathing through his mouth while Slughorn’s hand thumped down on his shoulder. “Now, Harry, my boy, the Christmas party!” Slughorn’s mustache quivered. “Have you given thought to your guest? Young Miss Belby has been asking. Miss Macmillan is lovely, very well connected…” Harry glanced down the hall where Ron was waiting. “Right. Yeah. I’ll be there, Professor.” “Splendid! But your companion is so important. Young…-
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