Politics of Pleasure Ch 4

Harry lay in bed and stared up into the canopy. Anxiety and nerves had kept him up through the night, catching maybe an hour or two of sleep. The snores from the other boys was something that actually brought a modicum of peace to Harry. Morning would bring more surprises to the castle. There was a ghost of a smile as Harry remembered the reaction to Krum being one of the students from Durmstrang. Ron’s was just a classic reaction of his, but the rest of the school really wasn’t too far off; just quieter. The reaction to the Durmstrang group outside of Krum had been fairly muted. The students had mostly stuck to themselves in little groups and packs, steadfastly ignoring the Hogwarts students as they made there way into the castle. Both Headmasters had seemed preoccupied with one another. The arrival of Beauxbatons had arrested attention, and created more of a stir throughout the general populace of students. Harry had been one of the few boys that seemed not to drool as the students walked by. Hermione had been quick to inform of the Veela that was among visitors. Harry’s eyebrows had raised at that and he caught Daphne shooting him a quick look later during dinner, her look remaining critical.

Dinner itself hadn’t been bad. Both schools had kept to themselves in groups and pockets. The Hogwarts students had grumbled a bit at the spread on offer as it was far differentiated from their usual eatery, though Harry paid them no mind. His attention had been on the unlit Goblet that stood proud on a pedestal near the entrance. He had hoped that the name opening for names wouldn’t happen until the next day but the presence of the ministry and tournament officials had caused a pit in his stomach. Dumbledore getting up and announcing the lighting of the Goblet as dinner had cleared. Several students from all schools had immediately gone to submit their name. Harry had hesitated to get up to leave, knowing that eyes would be on him regardless of the presence of the age line.

The letter would be posted into the Prophet this morning. The Firm had informed him that the Prophet had acquiesced to the request though there was a meeting that involved the higher echelons of the Prophet. Lavender had been strangely informed about the meeting; Harry had remembered her and Parvati gossiping and talking about some sort of high level meeting at the Prophet.

Harry heard Neville start to shuffle around outside of his bed. Neville was working on a project in a greenhouse with Professor Sprout and had to get up a few hours before breakfast in order to do what he needed to. A split second decision and Harry realized he could do something that would take his focus away.

“Neville.” Harry whispered and saw the young man start at it, “Can I join you this morning?” Neville shot him a look, “Can’t sleep.”

“It’s pretty complicated.” Neville’s eyes half closed as he thought through it, “But there’s some prep work you could do for the first year class.”

Harry nodded, “I’ll do it.”

Harry threw on some robes and met Neville in the common room. The two of them chatted amicably as Harry listened to the project that Neville was working on. Apparently there was the potentiality to breed out some unwanted characteristics of certain plants, increasing their effectiveness in potions use. Sprout had been working on it for years to some success, and Neville was looking to continue the project in her stead. It was different seeing his classmate so animated and interested in something; a contrast to the reserved and quiet persona he usually wore. More than just the interest, Neville was a decent instructor in the greenhouse. Neville showed Harry what needed to be done to prep for the first years and Harry got on with the busy work. The two engaged in some idle talk, though Harry really remained focused on the task he was given.

Harry actually helped with some harder work under Neville’s direct instruction, only causing the loss of one plant specimen. Though it wasn’t one that Neville was sure was salvageable anyway. Harry enjoyed the break that working in the greenhouse gave his brain. The morning and announcement still loomed but his time with Neville had lightened the apprehension a bit.

The two were not the first to the Great Hall but were definitely on their early side. None of the Dormmates had arrived and most of the tables were still not filled. None of the other two schools had entered the Hall and Harry idly wondered if they would enter as a group during the first few days. He knew that the older prefects had been tasked with being hosts and helping show the other students and attending faculty around for today. Hogwarts’ halls and classrooms would be full throughout the year, though the various and different teaching schedules would prove to be interesting.

Harry and Neville continued to talk as the hall filled and Harry felt the looks of confusion being thrown his way as he was already sat with Neville. Hermione had joined them and sat on Harry’s other side and after a quick mention of the morning she had started an animated conversation with Neville. Ron had shot Harry a questioning look but beyond that nothing was said as food became the immediate interest. The entrance of both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons started up the whispers and gossiping from the Hogwarts students. A few more people entered their names into the Goblet before they sat down, though the numbers were definitely down from last night. Breakfast itself turned out to be relatively normal affair.

The arrival of owls shot his anxiety directly up. Many students were subscribed to the Prophet and he knew that today his name would be plastered all over the front. Hedwig landing in front was a bit of a surprise. The letter she carried had the markings of one from Sirius. He scanned it and noticed the little symbol in the corner; Sirius indicated that there was a hidden component to the letter, something no one else would ever see. Hermione gave him a look before her attention started to scan the crowd. Harry followed her gazed and noticed that people had started reading the Prophet.

Lavender Brown leaned over, “Harry what is this?”

“Exactly what it says. I don’t want to be involved with the tournament.” Harry answered.

Lavender leaned closer, her voice a harsh whisper, “Is this why there was some secret meeting at the Prophet.”

Harry shrugged, “I don’t know anything about any meeting at the Prophet.”

Lavender frowned before leaning back, “Maybe there is another announcement coming soon.” She went back to perusing the Prophet.

Harry glanced at the faculty table and saw almost all the professors reading or chatting about the Prophet. He thought McGonagall offered the barest of smiles but would never swear on that fact.

“You could win.” Ron’s voice cut in.

Harry looked at the boy and noticed Ron was still staring at the Prophet still, “It’s not about ability Ron.”

“1,000 Galleons. You would be rich and eternally famous.”

Harry saw Hermione open her mouth but stopped her by placing his hand on her arm, “Already have the fame Ron. You know its not all everyone builds it up to be.”

“But the money…”

“Isn’t worth anything if I’m not alive.”

“Dumbledore will stop Voldemort.”

Harry let out a snort, “I was talking about the tasks Ron.”

Ron finally looked up, “You’re the best wizard there is. You could beat the tasks easy.”

Harry shrugged, “It doesn’t matter Ron, this is my decision.”

“You should’ve talked to me about it.” Ron huffed. Harry noticed there was a reddening around his face.

“Maybe. But I didn’t need to.”

“Did you talk to Hermione?” Ron’s voice tinged with anger.

Hermione barely shifted though Harry felt it next to him, “Who I talked to is my business.”

“So you did talk to Hermione. I would’ve at least countered her arguments. You need to enter.”

Harry slumped his shoulders, “This is why I didn’t talk to you.”

“I’m your best friend.” Ron’s voice grew louder and several people from other tables turned to look.

“Then respect your best friend’s choice.” Neville’s voice was quiet but firm.

“Stay out of this Longbottom.” Ron bit back.

“No Ron.” Harry’s shoulders straightened and he looked at Ron, “I made my decision. Either accept it or don’t, but it is what’s happening.”

Harry stood up from his seat and spared a glance at the faculty table. McGonagall held some semblance of concern. Snape’s was the usual foul sneer. Though Dumbledore’s look was fairly stoic his eyes were locked onto Harry.

“Where are you going?” Ron asked.

“Out.” Harry responded before turning around, “See you in class.”

Harry made his way out and threw on his cloak as soon as he was clear of everyone. Moving through the castle he needed to search a bit before finding a classroom that wasn’t going to be used. Finally finding one he pulled out Sirius letter and looked at the few secret sentences that he had sent. Harry had wanted advice about talking about the situation to someone. Sirius was not convinced. To many unknowns and people have to many ways to extract secrets and read minds. The one thing would be to get something to protect the mind of the person; enchanted jewelry. Though Sirius had no way for Harry to get his hands on one.

Harry read through the letter one last time before burning it. The enchanted jewelry was a thought. An earlier letter from the lawyer offered to itemize the Potter vaults. Harry filed that thought away before getting out of the classroom. It was Transfiguration and McGonagall would not give any sort of reprieve, regardless of what happened in the great hall just a bit earlier. Time and place. One of the many lessons Daphne had burned into his mind. Harry entered the classroom, still fairly empty despite the fact that class started in just a few minutes. Ron barely made it in time though pointedly moved to sit next to Dean. It stung but Harry new it would happen.

* * * *

Harry found himself in another empty classroom that evening. He had snuck out of the dorms again, not seeing anybody in the common room as he left. He was going through the letter in his mind again. Sirius was right. Telling someone was risky. Still, there were too many secrets. Too much happening.

“I’m sorry.” Harry whispered.

“I hope that’s not directed at me.” A familiar voice spoke up from behind him.

Harry turned and smiled as he took in Daphne, “Never.”

“I thought maybe you thought you made a mistake. What with Ron’s reaction today.”

Harry did chuckle, “No. That was more expected than anything else today. How did Slytherin react?”

Daphne shrugged, “Draco mouthed off, something about you needing to be in the spotlight. Some of the older students though were impressed. You saw an issue and headed it off at the pass.”

Harry smiled, “So clearly you took that as a compliment.”

“Naturally.”

Harry stood and closed the distance to Daphne. Bending down he captured her lips in a kiss. She moaned in response and let Harry lead her around the room. He ended the kiss and pulled her close. Daphne let him for a second before she spoke up again.

“So what do you need?”

There was a slight hesitation, “Just you.” Harry whispered.

Daphne’s heart fluttered before she tamped it down, “So nothing is wrong.”

Harry let her pull away and met her gaze, “No lessons. No fights. No attempts at swaying. Just you and me tonight. Please.”

Daphne looked at him for a moment before letting a smile grace her face, “Alright. Tonight is just us.”

Harry grinned before pulling her into a close embrace. He initiated another kiss and Daphne let his hands roam down her back. They grabbed and groped her ass for a second before she felt him start to lift her up. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and hands around his neck. Her heart raced as it always did whenever he displayed these bouts of athleticism. He didn’t hold her for long but she savored the feeling of it.

Harry set her down on the teachers desk in the room. His hands came around and she felt them roam under her skirt. She spread her legs but he didn’t really travel up much past the upper portion of her thigh. She groaned and tried to shift forward, getting him to touch her. He pulled away from the kiss and she saw that bloody smirk. His hands shifted up from her skirt and quickly worked the buttons on her blouse. She shivered as bra was plucked aside and Harry’s hands ran over the sensitive skin. He bent down and took as much of a tit into his mouth that he could. Teeth nipping at her. Daphne’s hands came up and wrapped around Harry’s head, pulling him close. Harry lavished attention on her tits for a few minutes before he pulled away. She would need to be careful in the showers the next couple of days.

Harry planted kisses on her skin as he traveled back up. His hands in turn found their way back under her skirt. Harry didn’t tease her this time and pulled her knickers down. There was a tinge of embarrassment as Harry studied them for a second. He smiled before tossing them over his shoulder. He captured her lips while one of his hands started exploring her pussy. Two fingers teased her entrance and she moaned into the kiss.

Harry started to shift and kissed his way down her body. Flipping up her skirt she caught the smile before his mouth latched on her pussy. She fell back onto the desk as his tongue immediately started to tease and explore.

“Merlin I missed this.” Daphne muttered.

Harry began to hiss and his tongue vibrate. Daphne didn’t hold back the moan letting Harry hear how much she loved his ministrations. Daphne’s hands came up and started to squeeze her own tits. Fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples as Harry brought her closer and closer to orgasm. There was a moment of pause and she knew he was looking at her.

“Bloody stop being proud of yourself and keep going.” She murmured.

She heard Harry laugh before he started to lick and suck at her pussy again. He seemed to focus on her clit whilst he fingered her. Daphne was quickly approaching the peak. Her breathing got short and was accentuated by little moans and yelps. She knew Harry knew how close she was. He started to hiss again, focusing on her clit.

“Fuck!” Daphne yelled as her orgasm exploded throughout her.

She felt pleasure rock her body, release so wonderful. Harry continued to tease her for a bit but let her ride the orgasm out on her own. It was a few moments before she regained enough focus and bent enough to look down at Harry. His face was covered in her own arousal. The smile on his face was so proud that she just had to chuckle.

“Come ‘ere.” She muttered as she tugged at his hair.

Harry’s smile only grew bigger as she pulled him into a kiss. Her hands traveled down to his pants and started working his belt. Harry pulled away from the kiss and let her work his pants. She fished out his cock and ran her hands along the length of it. Harry shifted her around the desk so her head was near the ledge, close enough that she could start taking it into her mouth. She licked the head and continued to stroke the base of it. She had an idea but didn’t think Harry would go for it right now. As much control as he took sometimes there was still a hesitance in his actions. She did love him for it, but hope for the day he would just take that confidence.

After a few moments of her sucking an lick his cock she got him to climb up onto the desk with her. Harry laid back and she went to work sucking and taking his cock all the way to the base. Her tits swung with every movement and she knew his eyes were on them. He loved her tits and she loved how much he stared at them.

“Fucking love this cock.” Daphne muttered as she pulled off of it for a second. She slapped it against her cheek before going down to lick and suck his balls. Harry let out a load moan as Daphne continued to work on his cock. She sucked hard, bobbing on his length, only caring about the pleasure she was giving him. Harry shuddered as he approached his orgasm.

“Daph.” He groaned.

She backed off so only the tip was on her mouth. Her hands continued to stroke the base of the cock as her tongued swirled against the tip. Harry exploded in her mouth and she let him. Several spurts of cum filled her mouth. As he finished she let the cock drop from her mouth but didn’t swallow. Harry looked at her and she made a show of swirling his cum around before swallowing in. Harry let out another moan as she did which caused her to smile. She bent down and bobbed on his cock a few more times before moving to straddle him. She sat on top of him, pussy lips gabbing at his cock. Harry sent her a questioning look but she just smiled as she started to lightly grind against him. She tamped down on the urge to go faster, needing to stay in control. Harry let her grind against him, his gaze watching her body move and undulate.

Still the moment couldn’t last. Daphne felt her control start to buckle as her hands explored the muscles of his chest. She needed to stop. Didn’t want to. Thankfully Harry seemed to recognize the war between lust and control and his hands grabbed her hips, stilling her movements. A few deep breaths and her lust decreased enough for her to force herself to get up. The two of them exchanged a sort of disappointed smile as they watched each other fix their clothes.

Daphne opened her mouth, only to have Harry press a finger against her lips.

“No words. Not tonight.” He muttered.

She closed her mouth and nodded. She brought his head down for one last kiss. She hoped she communicated everything she wanted to with it but he was right. No words. Tonight. Was just about them.

Harry watched Daphne leave the room first. He waited a few minutes, almost hoping she would come back; knowing that she wouldn’t. He finally picked himself up enough to leave and head back to the common room. Tonight was good. As he rounded the corner he realized that he was too early to that conclusion. Hermione sat on the stairs. No way around her. There was just a moments hesitation before he reached up and pulled back the hood of the cloak.

Hermione’s eyes snapped to his, “Talk. Now.”

A/N: Thank you all for reading this chapter I hope you enjoyed it. There will be a planning post for October coming out in a day or two. Poll and Suggestion posts will be short to follow that and probably expect those beginning of next week.

Once again I hope you all have a fantastic day. Cheers.