Chapter Eleven
Tracey Davis was sat on a chair in one corner of the room, apparently naked under her cloak, laughing fit to burst but trying to hold it in.
"I think you'd better tell me what the FUCK you're doing in here Tracey," Harry said in a dangerous tone of voice.
That stopped her laughing.
"You can see me?" she asked, surprised.
"I can now!" he said. "I bloody didn't before."
"Oh Potter that was such a good show, I've never laughed so hard."
Harry's lips quirked slightly. "What. Are, You. Doing, Here." he ground out.
She shrugged, "I come here sometimes, have done since first year. I was wandering the hallways and found this place."
Harry frowned, "That's not possible... Unless..."
"I'm a Parselmouth," she said in the language itself.
"Bloody Hell" he whispered, "I thought I was the only one," he told her.
"I know that. I'm not bloody stupid enough to talk down a snake in front of most of the school," she told him primly. "Honestly Potter have you no sense."
"I didn't know it was supposed to be a bad thing."
"It's not. Just ... It has a bad name is all."
"Wow... Another Parselmouth... That's kind of cool actually," he said after a moment. Then looked angry, "but what the fuck Tracey... That was kind of a private moment. How long have you been spying on me?"
"I was here when you brought Brown here for the first time. You put on such a good show I just HAD to check back in on you. On a regular basis, then things got boring recently but I did not give up hope. Truthfully I thought I'd be seeing you with Patel tonight after breakfast," she told him with a smirk.
Harry glowered at her.
"Oh don't be such a sour puss. What's the harm?" she asked, crossing her arms and legs. This was quite distracting since he could see through her cloak and she was very naked and very attractive. Anger won out though.
"Harm? Apart from my privacy, have you told anyone else? These girls have reputations to worry about, not to mention the fact I doubt they'd enjoy you watching a ... intimate moment."
She smirked at him maddeningly.
"This is serious Tracey. I dunno... I should report you or something."
Tracey laughed, "And tell everyone what you've been up to? Ruin those reputations you're worried about and make yourself look like a big pervert in the process?"
Harry had to concede that point. "You can't do this again," he said firmly.
"On the other hand I could tell people what you are up to."
"I'd tell them how you are here." he retorted.
"We're at an impasse then?" she said.
Harry huffed, "You're not even slightly sorry are you?"
She shook her head at him.
He looked at her and away again. "Look do you think you could slip out of the cloak and put my coat on while we talk."
"I'm naked under this cloak Potter"
"Yes I can see that" Harry said diverting his gaze.
"Turn around" she snapped.
He did so, "Not so happy when the shoes on the other foot are we Tracey"
He heard the rustle of material fitting the floor and the slither of his coat being pulled off the chair it was resting on. "I'm fine now," she said.
"Take a seat why don't you" he said pointing to the couch.
She did so. "It's still warm," she said with a smirk.
Harry rolled his eyes. "This is a sticky situation and no mistake Tracey. This was my safe haven; I mean how often have you sat there and watched me even when I wasn't doing... anything?"
She shrugged, "A few times. You're fascinating to watch Potter." She sighed, "There's something about you that makes you wonder. Let alone the fact you appear to be trying to steal my girlfriend."
Harry blinked at her, "What?"
"Daphne" she said simple, though there seemed to be no anger behind her words or tone. This was passing odd to Harry.
"Oh... That. Look I didn't know she was with anyone." Harry said. Then realized that Tracey was somehow diverting him from the point
"It's okay... She has just realized that she might not be so gay as she thought is all. I am not surprised. It happens from time to time. Let's face it the men in Slytherin at the moment leave a lot to be desired. The only one in our year worth a damn is Blaise and he's so- deep. It's hard to know what he's thinking or if he's even interested in girls frankly."
Harry blinked at that bit of information. Then he shook it off. "Look, this has to stop." he said finally.
"Does it?" she said.
"What?"
"I mean, why not? Is it doing any harm? No one knows, you are not about to tell anyone and nor am I. Why not let the Status Quo carry on?"
Harry looked at her as if she had grown another head.
"Don't look at me like that Potter. Look... I like to watch. I will not lie. It appears I'm not as gay as I thought either and frankly some of the times you've had in here have ... well they brought me off pretty fucking hard. Harder that I thought that is for sure. Merlin the last time you had Brown in here I was sure you were going to fuck her. I thought she was going to jump your bones there and then actually. But you were so noble back then. Now you seem- more primal about it all and that's a turn on all by itself."
Harry did not know what to say, so say nothing is what he did.
"So... I've got a proposition for you that I think you'll find mutually beneficial," she said, sitting back and crossing her legs. The coat sliding to show a toned leg in almost its entirety, Harry smiled at the sight. "Do you find me attractive Harry?" she asked, her tone obviously was not looking for affirmation.
"Yes" he said simply.
"I'll be yours, to do with whatever you wish. As long as you let me watch you fuck, or just play with, others."
Harry tilted his head at her.
"I'll be good that I promise you," she said with no hint of shyness.
"Mmm" he hemmed.
"Come on, I can see you're interested. I mean Harry... You're hard, very hard." she said, breathing in and licking her lips.
Harry blinked and realized he was still naked himself. He refused to blush this time though. Instead, he put a pillow in his lap. This caused Tracey to laugh slightly. "That's not helping much. SUCH A BIG WAND" she said mockingly.
Harry was forced to laugh.
"Poor Boy, you actually looked like you were in pain sometimes."
"Truthfully I was." he told her, relaxing slightly.
"But Harry... You have to think of it like this... You just fucked the Head Girl.," she said with a smile. "The Head Girl... Cho I am so prissy Chang. Paragon of virtue"
"Trust me, she's no Paragon."
"What ever do you mean?" she asked curiously.
"First I want an Oath" he said, "That you will not tell anyone about what you've seen, or will see here. Or repeat anything either. Unless they already know a magically binding oath at that"
Tracey narrowed her eyes at him in thought. "Okay..." she said, "I want the same, that you'll tell no one what we get up to, or that I watch unless they already know of course. Can't have our magic being broken when we talk to each other about this." she said with a smirk.
"My thoughts exactly"
Tracey fished around in her invisibility cloak and retrieved her wand. She quirked an eyebrow at him, he nodded at her, "Left Hand Pocket."
She smiled at him, "Get it yourself," she said in a purr.
Harry smirked at her, lent forward and did exactly that. Looking her in the eye the entire time.
"Most would've copped a feel at that invitation," she said.
"I figure I'll be able to explore all I like after we're done."
"You're really going to do this? How fabulous!" she smiled.
They exchanged vows.
Harry held out his hand, she took it and they shook too, "Deal" they said together. A flash sparked from between their hands and Tracey looked surprised.
"I don't always need a wand," he said with a smirk.
"A magically binding deal, sneaky Potter sneaky, almost Slytherin of you in fact"
"How about you call me Harry for starters"
"Okay, Harry, what did you mean?"
"About Cho?" he said and got a nod, "No hymen." he said simply. "I wasn't the first up there."
Tracey laughed, "Is that what you're basing this on? No hymen. Oh poor boy you know so little about witches."
"What have I missed this time?" he asked with a sigh.
She put her wand in her palm. "This is top secret and covered by our oath."
"Everything here is." he told her.
She smirked. "Engorgio" she intoned. The wand thickened and grew slightly.
Harry's eyes widened, "You mean..."
She nodded with a smile, "Virgin or not you'll be hard pressed to find a girl in this school with her Hymen in place. Watch this... Vibretto" she said and there was a faint buzzing noise.
"Take it," she said.
Harry did so, eyes getting even wider when he picked up her wand. It was vibrating madly. "That feels... nice?"
She laughed, "Its VERY nice." she told him taking her wand back. "Normally I use this watching you. Of course, I do not normally forget the silencing spell. I was just so shocked to see Cho Chang on her knees before you."
"Came in late then" he said.
"That looked painful actually."
"It hurt like hell at times." he admitted.
"Then that hand job, smacking you and herself in the face. That was bloody hilarious."
"Not from my angle it wasn't" Harry said grumpily.
Tracey laughed at him. "When she got on your lap though- Then things REALLY started to get going. She's a freak."
"She's bloody dangerous is what she is."
"The things she was saying to you. Dear Merlin they were funny. PLEASE MR POTTER CAN I HAVE MORE!" she repeated laughing. "How did you stay hard?"
"A good memory"
"So you were literally thinking of someone else," she laughed. "Then you started laughing at her and she didn't even notice. The Fan-Bloody-Tastic comment will go down in the annuals of things NOT to say during sex. If she'd heard that; you'd be toast," she told him half seriously.
"Oh and 'I thought it was bigger' was a good thing to say?" he asked laughing.
"I'm guessing Miss Chang will NOT be making a repeat performance," she said. "Shame, seriously hot body on her"
"I'm not sure to be honest. I'm not entirely sure I could get rid of her that easily." he said with a put upon sigh.
"You could always try taking her from behind. You should be able to control her motion better that way and the view won't be half bad either." Tracey suggested.
"That's an idea. Would you want to see her again?" he asked.
"If you can control her a bit then I think I could get off on the view alone. Very nice body" Tracey told him.
"I might give it another shot then."
"I've got to ask though. What was with the glowing hand? Whatever it was blew her brains out. I've never seen anyone come so fast or hard."
Harry smiled slightly, "Just a thing I can do."
"I think I'd like to ... feel that myself," she said to him.
Harry shrugged, "I didn't mean to blast her like that. I was actually hoping it would work on me. But if you want..."
Tracey nodded, "Sure." she said. "Need me to do anything."
Harry shook his head and laid his hand on her thigh, "Just your skin." he said, and slowly amped up the power. Her eyelids fluttered and then she moaned slightly. Shifting in her seat, she arched her back and groaned a little louder. Then Harry let her have it, but nowhere near, the amount he unknowingly had given Cho. "Oh!" she said in surprise shuddering beneath his touch. "Oh... baby..." she said softly in a drawn out sigh.
"That's what I can do." he said, "It's nice to watch a woman orgasm. But sometimes I wish they wouldn't faint afterwards."
"I'm still awake," she told him, her eyes lust filled.
"I went slowly," he told her.
"You can do more?" she asked, eyes wide.
"How many times do you want to pop off?" he asked seriously.
"I dunno I've gone a fair few in the past. It would take some beating. If you do- I'll make it worth your while."
Harry's hand moved upwards slightly. "One" he said and his power pulsed. She quivered hard, eyes closing and mouth dropping open
"Two" he said, pulsing again. She made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat.
"Three" he intoned, her body stiffened and sagged her eyes in the back of her head and crying out in pleasure.
"Four"
Tracey's leg dropped off the other one causing him to loose contact for a moment. She was clawing at his coat which was done up tightly around her form.
"Five" he said, touching the closest leg and smirking as she shuddered and gasped under his grip.
"Six" he told her, but she was beyond being able to hear him.
... ... ... ...
"Sixteen" Harry said with a large smirk. Tracey was a mess, limbs all over the place, sweat on her brow and hair sticking to her face. She had actually bitten her lip and blood was free flowing down her cheek.
"Seven..."
"Enough!" she rasped out hoarsely. "Enough" she said panting hard.
Harry kept his hand on her thigh, it felt nice, but did not use his power at all.
"Sweet Morgana" she breathed. "I'm so yours," she told him. "Did you do something like that to Daph? Is that why she's so besotted with you?"
"I just kissed her... She then slapped me so hard my teeth rattled," he told her.
Tracey laughed slightly. "Phew!" she said after a moment. "I think I beat my record by ten or so. I've made a right mess of your coat."
"Cleaning charms, so not a problem."
"My nipples hurt they're so hard."
"Really?" Harry asked in interest.
She chuckled, undid a few buttons and showed him. Her good-sized breast tipped with a rock hard dark nipple. "See" she said, promptly putting away the soft flesh.
Harry looked disappointed.
"Give me a minute lover boy and you can take a closer look. Touch me there right now and I'm likely to explode."
Harry chuckled and removed his hand, "Wouldn't want that now would we?" he said.
"So... do you ever use the bedroom? There are two you know?"
"I like it here, plenty of space. Moreover, a bedroom makes it obvious what you have in mind. Here it's a surprise."
She laughed at him. "Had a bath yet?"
"Pretty fantastic isn't it."
"Damn missed that show then," she said with a mock pout.
Harry chuckled, "Found the secret porn stash yet?" he asked.
She cocked her head at him. "WHAT?" she asked.
Harry smirked, "You've got to see this... In fact, I think it will be right useful for what you want. Better than an invisibility cloak and a chair that's for sure."
"What are you on about?" she asked.
"Come with me" Harry said.
"You think I can walk after that?" she asked.
Harry smirked, put his hands under her leg and back. Since she was sprawled on one end of the sofa, and lifted her easily into his arms. Then stood up and walked off with her.
"My, my, strong fella aren't you" she commented with a purr. "What I want to know is when you were able to put your trousers back on..."
"You were pretty out of it at around 11, so I paused for a moment to let you collect yourself," Harry said with a smirk.
"You did? I didn't even notice," she admitted with a chuckle.
"Here we are-" he told her.
"Taking me to the bedroom?" she asked, "We're not quite there yet," she added in a purr.
Harry shook his head. "Open" he hissed.
Tracey got a startled bunny expression as the wall slid up to show a small room.
"What?" she asked her voice tinged with wonder.
Harry smirked, "This is Salazar's personal cubby hole. Check it out," he said carrying her into the room and placing her gently onto the comfortable armchair.
"What am I looking at?" she asked.
Harry touched the mirror. He had previously set it to be blank. Now it cleared and Tracey could clearly see through into the living area. Her eyebrow rose and a smirk twisted her full lips.
"Please also note that portrait," Harry said nodding off into the corner. "And the other two mirrors. One leads to the master bedroom and the second to the guest. Personally, I am surprised the old perv did not have the bathroom done as well. Perhaps because he had run out of walls, though he could have lost the portrait," Harry said with a growing smirk.
"This is ... what's that word you've been using... Cool" she said her eyes glinting with humour.
"I figure this will suit your purposes better non?" he said then shook himself, "I mean... no?"
She smirked, "Oui" She settled back in the chair, one leg draping over the other. She shifted her backside around a little and settled into the chair. "Scary thought... He probably spent some time wanking in here you do realize?"
Harry made a face, "That's fairly unpleasant a thought."
She laughed, quite heartily. She was a different person with the shields down, as it were. Very attractive, well, more so than she already had been, there was quite a lot of life going on behind her eyes and Harry liked that in a girl. He knew that he probably should not be even thinking about doing this. However, with the oaths it was about as safe as he could make it. In addition, he really did not see another choice. She could quite easily say she had stumbled across the place and seen him in the act with various girls. It would not do the girls reputations any good. He did not much care for his own. He would do the deed one way or the other. The deed being taking out snake face
Of course, the 'deal' had certain benefits. Like Tracey herself for one thing, she was steaming hot sat there in his coat with one long leg over the other and flashing skin, her eyes filled with passion and sweating slightly. Even the blood was kind of a turn on. Though he should do something about that, he reached out and ran a thumb over her lip, a soft wash of magic hitting her and warming her face. Once he had pulled away, the pain from her lip receded and it was a simple matter of cleaning the blood away with her tongue.
"Thanks" she said with a saucy smile.
Harry responded in kind.
"So... Who else do you think you can get here?" Tracey asked.
Harry shrugged, "Not sure..." he said slowly.
"Want me to guess for you," she said, sliding back in the chair slightly and showing even more leg to his hungry gaze. "Apart from me that is." she added.
Harry looked her in the eyes, possibly the most erotic part of the body. At least he thought so. They held emotion so well, passion, desire, even anger and the less 'attractive' emotions. It was all there to view.
"From the looks she keeps shooting you... Lavender Brown would quite like to get back in here."
"Not a chance on that one. I would not touch her with a barge pole while she is with Ron. Plus, frankly, she's not entirely stable that one."
Tracey chuckled, "Fair enough... Parvati Patel."
Harry had to concede that one. It was indeed quite likely she would be making a visit here soon. "Not for much more than kissing though would be my guess." he told her "Not that I mind just kissing though." he added as an after thought.
"Kissing is good. But I'm fairly sure she'd be up for more if ... encouraged." Tracey smiled, "That touch of yours is... divine and would definitely lead a girl to do more than she thought she might at first." she informed him.
"Oh..." Harry said.
"I'm betting that's why Brown was so ... eager."
"Hmm" Harry said, thinking hard.
"What about Granger?"
"I'm not sure I could live with someone watching her if I did. She is my friend and she would be rightfully furious if she ever found out. The last thing I want to do is ruin my friendship with her. The things going on now are bad enough. Sorry."
Tracey shrugged, "That's fine. You have to be allowed a certain amount of leeway after all."
"Daphne would come down here if I helped her along" she added after a pause.
Now that was a thought he could get behind. Or on top of, beside, whatever, "aren't you two..."
"Lovers?" she asked, at his nod she continued, "We are but we've always told each other we're free to see other people should the need arise. Recently in particular I have found myself affirming this factoid to her. She wants you in a bad way Harry. I'm not sure exactly what you did to her, but whatever it is worked its way into her head."
"I kissed her when she was railing at me. I was pretty fed up with being shouted at by beautiful women and decided to shut her up. She was just getting into it when Malfoy walked up. Then she apologized to me, hauled off, and rattled my jaw a bit. Hell of a slap on her."
"That girl... Sarah something, she is pretty into you. I saw the looks she was giving you during your prank. Plus she's been giving you some pretty hot covert glances since."
Harry shook his head. "I made a promise that I can't explain in full at the moment and she's seriously out of bounds to me. Even is she is interested."
"Limiting your self Harry?"
"I'm happy with my lot in life. You have already mentioned several amazing looking girls that might be interested in spending some... alone time with me. Not to mention you yourself. I can't exactly complain." Harry said shooting her a charming smile.
"Come sit where I am," she purred getting up.
Harry shot her a confused look, but did as he was asked. Once he was sat down, she stepped in front of him and began to unbutton his coat. His eyes became molten the more flesh that was exposed, finally she shrugged it off her shoulders and stood before him naked. She leaned forward and kissed him, her breasts swinging forward slightly as she did so. He moaned slightly at the sight and the kiss, she also moaned. The passion was coming off Harry in waves.
Then she knelt before him and started to work his belt and fly. Pulling down his trousers with little effort and smiling at his already rigid cock. Tracey licked her lips and sank her head towards his dick.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry said, putting a hand on her shoulder to make her pause.
"Very" she purred silkily.
He gladly released her and smiled as the heat of her mouth wrapped around his crown and her lips caressed him. He let out a breath as she sucked hard and slid down a bit.
A pretty much, to this point, self-proclaimed lesbian was giving him better head than Cho. What did that say about the poor girl?
'This is more like it' Harry decided with a smile, his head leaning back as he just enjoyed the sensations.
-oOo-
Harry could not help but glance across at Tracey on the Slytherin table. Their eyes met and a slight spark leapt between them. Then a secret smile was shared and the both looked away. He turned his attention back to the conversation that was happening around him. Dean was raving about Capalle Zabini already. Which was of no real shock and the rest of the table was straining to hear him.
"What about you 'Mione?" Harry asked, "Fancy a crack at it?" he asked, in a voice pitched for private conversation. He had a feeling he knew what she was going to say.
She shook her head, "I'm not really all that artistic. Don't get me wrong the theory fascinates me, but the practical application just eludes me."
"I'm working as an assistant for that Class too." he told her offhandedly, "I've got no artistic talent at all, but I'm still going to have a crack at it."
Hermione looked at him steadily. "I fail to see how you can say that?"
"Say what?" he asked confused.
"That you have no talent; artistically speaking. Not after Parv's new favourite thing in the entire world."
"I've said this a few times now. Thanks to some mental organization and the Occlumancy, I am able to bring up an image from MEMORY and recreate it. However, it only works with the clay. I certainly couldn't use any other medium to recreate one."
'Whoops' he suddenly thought to himself.
"Memory?" she asked for clarification. Looking thoughtful
"Hmm, these eggs are great today aren't they?"
She looked at him steadily for a long moment. "You went clubbing with her didn't you?"
"Not exactly" he said with a resigned sigh. "I was out at a club and ran into her and Lavender. We spent the evening together and had a great time. It was the first time I'd been out like that and that is where I picked up a liking for club music."
"Hmmm" she said, obviously thinking hard and putting pieces of the puzzle together.
Frankly, he would prefer if she did not. Therefore, he did something unexpected. To himself and her, he put his hand under the table and onto her leg, finding bare flesh quickly.
Seamus flew backwards off his chair as she jerked in her seat hard, sending a shiver through the table. Her thoughts though went flying all over the place temporarily derailing her totally.
Seamus got up and glared at Harry, "You NEED to get that problem sorted mate." he said. Thinking it was Harry, despite the fact there was no way that Harry could have kicked him off his chair without hitting his knee first.
A little power flared out of Harry unconsciously; unfortunately, he still had his hand on her knee.
"Ohh Merlin" she moaned a beatific smile crossing her face and head sagging onto Harry's shoulder.
Harry quickly removed his hand.
"You alright 'Mione?" Ron asked curiously.
"Very" Hermione purred.
Ron sort of blinked at her.
Harry made the mistake of looking across the hall and into Tracey's eyes. She was dying of laughter; Daphne asking her what ever were the matter and a few of her housemates looking at her in concern.
Hermione got herself back under control and gave Harry a slight smile that was half-curious and half-encouraging.
Harry just shot her a half-apologetic smile. He REALLY had not meant to do that. He was just a little ticked that Seamus had automatically thought it was him, though he supposed he should blame him.
"Seriously though mate, you should get Hermione to look at that." Seamus said, still a bit grumpy.
"I will," Harry said with a half smile.
"Just say the word Harry," Hermione said in a soft tone of voice. "Let me know when you ... want ... me."
Harry smiled at her. Wondering exactly how he was going to get himself out of this particular mess.
Just then the postal owls swept into the room.
Harry looked up to see a bright lime green owl diving towards him. It landed hard on the table before him and glared at him. Not that he could blame it, poor thing. It obviously was not happy with its 'paint' job. "Something for me?" he asked with a slight smile.
The owl dropped its parcel and put out its leg.
Harry took the note, deciding to read that first.
[
Harry,
Here is the first test model of the 'mobile'. We have most of the ideas you had working, including the text message thing. Just jot down a message on some parchment and push into the main area. When you receive one, it will buzz and an image of the text will be displayed.
Let us know if you think of anything else, oh partner of ours,
Yours
Gred and Forge.
Harry smirked at the message and reached for the package.
"Who would do that to an owl?" Hermione asked, outraged on its behalf.
"Take a wild guess 'Mione." Harry said with a smirk.
"It has to be the twins," she said with a ghost of a smile on her face.
"Got it in one luv," he said with a smirk. He carefully un-wrapped the parcel and frowned at what appeared.
"Is that a clam shell?" Hermione asked.
"Looks like one. Not quite what I had in mind I'll admit." Harry said cautiously.
"What's not like you'd imagined?" Ron asked, looking over.
Harry held up the clamshell looking device. "This" he said simply.
"'Er what's that?" Ron asked.
"Something the twins and I are working on. Well mostly the twins actually" Harry said. Looking at the 'manual' that had been supplied. It was written by the twins themselves and was as funny as it was informative. Harry just skimmed over it though, as it was quite long and involved. He also noted that several sections were marked as WIP.
"What is it?" Lavender found herself asking despite the annoyance factor that her boyfriend was paying attention to something other than her. She was trying to make sure he had as little to do with her 'ex' as possible but it was a loosing battle at the moment.
"That's... difficult to describe." Harry said not really focusing on her very much. He flipped it open and noticed that it was as strange inside as it was out. A small keypad was inside and had wires all over the place. He shook his head. This would not do, at ALL. It was clunky, unattractive and ... weird, just like everything else the Wizarding world attempted to copy from the Muggle one. He tapped the 'Menu' key and an almost holographic looking display appeared in the top half of the clam.
It was fingertip controlled apparently so he tapped his finger on a few items and had a look through. They had managed to copy the general idea of muggle mobiles. Ring tones etc, with a twist typical of magic. It could play ANY piece of music you wanted. He knew there was quite a market for ring tones in the muggle world, so he would have to get them to change that. You could also customize the 'hand writing' or text messages so you could read them no matter how bad the original was. This was very cool actually.
"Anyone got any parchment?" he asked the table as a whole that were all looking at him. Hermione passed him some and a spare quill.
He jotted down a quick note telling the twins that he would be over during his next free period. Despite being on a quite difficult track, he was not too busy these days. Normally free periods were for study after all and he did not need to study at all. It was all pretty damn easy to him these days. The combined knowledge of some of the most learned men around had that advantage.
He then tied the note to the green owl and sent it on its way. He would have called the twins with the mobile but they had not given him their number.
"Hey Dean?" Harry said, thinking fast.
"Yes mate?" Dean said looking back at Harry and away from the hodgepodge device.
"Fancy making a few galleons?" Harry asked with a smile appearing on his face.
"Sure" Dean said, "What do you need?"
"I'll tell you in a minute. I'll need you to sign a NDA first."
"NDA?"
"Non disclosure agreement" Hermione filled in. "It's a legal document that basically says that you won't talk about what it covers with anyone."
Dean nodded, "I can do that."
"You should talk to Ms Zabini first." Harry said, "Get a decent idea of the fee you should charge for design work." He told the other student.
"Design work?"
"This" Harry said holding up the clam, "Is bloody ugly. I need a few different designs for it. First, I have to talk to the twins and find out some specs. Then we will talk properly. However, talk to Ms Zabini while I am doing that. In fact, see if she would be willing to do some work for me too. As long as she signs a NDA as well."
"Do you need a NDA Harry; after all you've just shown us all, this one." Hermione said. Still very mellow from earlier but her mind had already caught on quickly.
"Yes, but what is it?" Ron asked.
"Can't tell you mate. All will be revealed soon though." Harry said, "As for you Hermione you and I know what this is, but I don't think anyone else has caught on yet." he said with a smile.
She nodded at him, "I'll keep mum about it."
"Thanks" he said. He scarfed down some breakfast. "Double potions first isn't it?" he said.
"Yes" Hermione said then smirked, "Is Professor Slughorn still trying to get you to join one of his 'club' meetings?"
Harry nodded with a smirk, "He is. Figure I'll go and check one out eventually. He does talk highly of my mum after all. I figure I owe him one. It was me that persuaded him to work here after all."
She nodded, "It's interesting actually. An opportunity to mix with other houses. There are people from them all there."
"Should've figured he'd have the brightest witch in the school in his club. He like us all knows you are destined for great things 'Mione" Harry said with a smile.
She smiled back at him, with a hint of an invite in her eyes.
Harry looked around the hall and noticed they had garnered a fair bit of interest. He smirked slightly; it would help the marketing for Hogwarts Students to become interested in the product. He would have to get the twins to come up with something to drive up the interest here. He folded the clam away and put it away into a pocket, shrank the manual and pocketed that as well.
-oOo-
Harry appeared in the back room of WWW with a sparkle of lights and called out, "Hey honey's I'm HOME"
Fred poked his head around a door and smiled, "Do I even want to know how you got back here without me seeing?"
Harry smirked and shook his head.
"I'll get George" the twin said and went off to do exactly that.
It did not take them long to reappear and slouch on a couple of couches. "We got your note. Like the owl?" George asked with a smile.
"Very distinctive" Harry replied with a straight face, "Poor thing." he added with a chuckle.
"So what's wrong?" Fred asked, "Did you like it?"
"Actually guys...I've not seen it working you didn't give me your number."
They looked to each other and groaned. "Damn, knew we'd forgotten something" George said.
"Sorry about that Harry" Fred put in.
"So what's your number?" Harry asked.
"0000 789789" Fred said, "We've decided to start with a pretty big number to give ourselves plenty of room for expansion. There are not that many wizards compared to Muggles so I doubt we'll need as many number combinations as they do, still best to be sure. The number is basically meaningless actually." He nodded off to one side where there was an odd-looking construction. "That's the central holding place for the numbers to phone. But it works by Magical signature. Once the 'virgin' phone is connected to a user, the signature is recorded and sent back to that thing. Then matched with a number. Yours is 0000 200200 by the way. But you can just say a name and it 'dials' that person. Bit like Floo. The number is there basically for invoicing later on."
Harry nodded, "That makes sense I suppose. However, you have to do something about the way the thing looks. Our main market is for the ages 16 to 25 or so. Obviously, others will want one, but that is the main age I think. Most muggle mobiles are owned in that age group or there about. So it has got to be stylish. Looks are just as important as functionality."
Fred looked to his brother, "What do you think?"
George shrugged, "Doesn't really matter what it looks like, the main workings can be hidden away easily enough."
"Good, because I'm in the process of hiring a couple of designers." Harry said. "I'll pay them out of my money for this. But later on, we will need to get more designs. Oh and ring tones. There is a big market for buying ring tones in the Muggle world. We could talk to people like the Weird Sisters and get a license to use their music and 'sell' ring tones to people. Give them a cut of the money and all that. I notice at the moment that you can have ANYTHING. We should think about changing that."
The twins shared a look again. Then smiled, "I love it when Harry gives us new ways of making money." they said together.
Harry laughed. "Have you got a lawyer?" he asked.
They nodded at him.
"Get him on the Floo. We need him to make a document that will stop people talking about the design to others and if they do, they get sued from here to Africa and back. That way we can hire people now. Like the designers, I was talking about. Also, start getting together some staff. I am going to nip down to Gringotts in a minute and see if I can get a meeting with Fliptrask. Try to get things moving on that front. Or are you going to use the prepaid method alone?"
"Actually we were thinking about that. It's easier to do after all." Fred admitted.
"Mmm. See your point about that. How are you going to facilitate it?"
"Make a card that you slid into the reader slot and the phone unlocks for that many minutes. We were thinking of making text messages free."
"Actually most muggle phones charge for that, just not very much. I think text messages are a good source of income. In addition, we will be making Owls largely redundant for sending simple messages. So we need to make sure the network is hyper secure and more importantly put together some sort of fund for an owl sanctuary." Harry said walking back and forth, as he thought.
"Why?" the twins asked in eerie sync with each other.
"Public image" Harry replied quickly. "We'll be cutting down the number of owls required by half I'd say it would make us look good if we put something in place to look after the owls that will inevitably get dumped as a consequence. The method you have for text messaging is almost like Muggle e-mail. Muggle text messages are limited to about 120 characters or letters if you like. However, this method is limited to a length of parchment. We all know that they can be several feet long. So long, messages can be sent. I like that personally. It's instant for one thing and if we say protect that thing" he said nodding to the 'database' with a smirk. "By putting it under a Fidelius to make damn sure it is secure it will be an almost perfect method of communication."
"That's a pretty hefty ward scheme mate," Fred said.
"Not sure we could pull it off." George added.
"I think I can." Harry said, "I know how and honestly it's not that difficult as long as you've got enough power to back it up. In fact, I suggest you both learn Occlumancy straight away. That way you can protect its location. I'll get you the books you'll need and personally train you if you like?"
They both nodded.
"So it's okay if I get some designs done?"
They both nodded again, then, "You're our partner in this Harry, so as long as we all know what we're doing you're free to do as you like." Fred told him.
Harry flashed them a smile, "Thanks guys."
"Not a problem Harry. You're as good as family to us."
Harry smiled at them, checking his watch quickly. "Well since I don't need to talk to Fliptrask there is one other thing..."
"Go on" George said nervously.
"Why so nervous?" Harry asked bemused.
"Every time you have an idea it tends to rock the Wizarding world mate," Fred said with a smirk.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Are you telling me you don't want to make money?" he asked.
"Oh no, that's always good." George said with a laugh.
"Okay, well you know that CD charm I made?" Harry said.
They nodded at him.
"It's gotten pretty popular. In fact, it has spread across the Muggle born like crazy. I KNOW the Purebloods are interested as well. What we need to do though, is bring CD's into the Wizarding world. They just don not know how to get a hold of the CD's, but we can make that easy for them don't you think? I suggest you mail, not owl, mail someone like EMI in the Muggle world and wholesale companies and set up a few racks of various music in the store."
The twins exchanged another glance, and then smiled. "I think we can do that. We already have a few contacts with Muggles for some of our Pranking gear. So we know what to do already. What about Wizarding music though?"
Harry shrugged, "Not sure about that. I am sure groups like the weird sisters and all that would be interested in getting in on the act. Do you know how to contact groups like that?" he asked.
"Not yet but we will by the end of the day." George said.
"Okay, well they'll need to master a CD and then get it copied. This will be tricky actually because of the statute of secrecy." Harry said pacing again. "Shit, I'm not sure what to do about this one," he admitted.
"Leave this one to us mate" Fred said after a silent conversation with his twin, "We'll sort it out. Even if we have to hire a recording place in secret and then buy some equipment for making CD's ourselves."
"Let me know costs and I'll pay on a similar deal to the phones ok?" Harry said.
"Will do Harry. Now you'd better get back before anyone notices that you're not there." George told him.
Harry smirked, "I'm on a free." he said, "But still, I suppose I should at least write up my homework at some point."
They shared a laugh for a minute.
"Okay, I've actually got a couple of things I could do before getting back to school. If you need me, just call me," Harry said brandishing his mobile.
"Okay Harry, see you soon no doubt." Fred said
"I expect you'll have more work for us soon" George put in with a smirk.
Harry smirked at them and left.
They looked at each other. "What do you think he'll think of next?" Fred asked.
"No idea, but I'll bet its interesting" George put forth.
-oOo-
No sooner had he arrived back in Hogwarts than an Adfero hit Harry in the forehead. His face creased into a worried frown and he took to his heels. He bypassed the halls of the ancient learning establishment in quick time and arrived at Professor McGonagall's classroom in record time.
"What's up?" he said even as he saw what was the matter. "Oh" he said immediately moving towards the front of the class.
A very worried looking Minerva was standing beside an equally worried looking Hannah Abbot and her friend Susan Bones was flat out on the floor. He power was leaking like hell and she was obviously out for the count.
"We were working on the exercises you taught us." McGonagall said, "But something has happened to Miss Bones during the course of the practice."
Harry nodded and knelt beside the insensate Hufflepuff. "Her power levels are bleeding out all over the place" he said, holding out a hand above her.
"We've not been able to get close to her," Hannah said with tears in her eyes.
The rest of the class was equally as worried. A mixed bag of Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaws they were quite tight as classes went and Susan was a well-liked student.
"You've sent for the nurse?" Harry asked, fiddling with his glasses to see into the arcane and the magical field around Susan.
"Of course, I just thought you may be able to help." The Professor told him.
"I can" Harry said with certainty. His own power levels flared dramatically and his hand moved down towards Susan. There was a visible clash of fields shown as a white pulse as his hand began to pass through the field. "Back off" he said to Hannah and the teacher, "This could get weird."
McGonagall pulled back the Hufflepuff and stood well back. The rest of the class also moved so that everyone was standing back against the walls. It was as well they did as the clash of fields caused nearby desks to change spontaneously into various small furry animals and occasionally into odd-looking objects. Harry himself though virtually either ignored the random magic as it hit his own aura and was diverted off to the side or swallowed completely.
When his hand finally met the body of Susan, he closed his eyes and concentrated. A tendril of thought passed through the physical connection and into her body.
The class watched transfixed as Harry became very still and seemed to ignore the large amounts of random magic swirling around in the classroom.
Madam Pomphrey arrived and took in the scene in a blink of an eye. It did not help much though. "What ever is going on?" she asked.
"Susan lost control of her magic," Harry said, surprising them all as he had seemed to be in some sort of trance. Around them, the field of wild magic seemed to pulse a couple of times and begin to fade.
Internally Susan was stood before a white wall, scared out of her mind at its raw power and not having the first clue what to do. She did not seem to be able to control it in the least. It was a force of nature and laughed at her will instead of bowing to it. She thought she was going to be eaten alive to be honest.
Then suddenly out of the mist came a form. She looked at it in confusion, not understanding who it could be. Eventually the form became more solid and her mouth dropped open. "Harry?" she said in surprise.
"Hey Susan, having a problem?" he asked jovially. Then looked at the wall of white that surrounded them. "You're scared," he noted.
"Of course I'm bloody scared look at it!" she virtually screamed.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he told her calmly
She just looked at him as if he were insane.
"I'm serious. This place, it's yours to control," he told her. "So control it."
"I can't," she whimpered.
Harry looked at her crossly. "So you're not even going to try?" he said angrily.
"But it's too strong." she told him.
"If you truly believe that, then you're going to be stuck here for the rest of your life," he told her flatly.
She quailed at the thought.
"Isn't there something you'd rather be doing right now?" he asked, sounding almost amused.
"Of course there is!" she spat at him, her fear turning to annoyance.
"Or is it that a little Hufflepuff can't handle it?" he asked sounding very arrogant. "Perhaps the Slytherin's are right about you. That you are worth nothing, just a bunch of useless Duffers. The house of students that no other house would want" he purred at her dangerously.
Sarah frowned, starting to get angry. No one badmouthed her house. She was Hufflepuff, a loyal and true student. They were not nothings. They were not the left over's. They had their own proud history of magical giants and success stories. How dare he talk about them like that?
"Poor little Susan, so scared of everything that she can't even handle a little bit of magic. And it really isn't a very impressive amount of magic at that." Harry goaded her. "God I bet Malfoy has more magic than this and I know he can tap into it. Are you no better than a Malfoy?" he asked her in that same annoying tone of voice.
"Shut up Potter!" she spat at him, her anger beginning to get going.
"Pfft. Why should I" he asked, "It's not like you can do anything about it, not even here. Where you are supposed to be in total control," he purred at her.
Her eyes flashed angrily at him. Her magic flared and snapped out hitting him hard.
In the real world, the entire room was concerned to see a snap of power hit Harry full force. He shook under the onslaught but refused to let go. However, strangely enough a smile did appear on his corporeal face.
Internally he said, "Well, well" in his best Snape sneer. "The little Hufflepuff isn't quite as useless as she appears."
Susan turned on him, her magic curling around her like a well-loved pet. Her anger taming it where her rational self could not.
"Command it Susan, bend it to your will. Aren't Duffers supposed to be loyal or something?" he asked with an arrogant smirk on his face. "Make me leave, use your magic and make me stop"
Susan's nostrils flared in anger and she held out her hand, fingers splayed. Her magic leapt to her will and hit Harry full force. Consequently melding with her in the process. Externally the wild magic ceased and the field that surrounded her faded away. Harry was also sent flying across the room. Fast reflexes and the knowledge of what was about to happen saved him. He flipped lazily over and landed on his feet, sliding a couple of feet and he had a big fat smile on his face.
Susan Bones awoke and stood up with anger leaking from every pore. "You unmitigated bastard" she spat at the Boy Who Lived.
Harry just smiled at her, "Well done." he said.
Her snarl became a frown, "What?"
"You did it. You controlled your power and didn't let it control you," he told her. "25 points to Hufflepuff." he added as an after thought.
Susan looked very confused. "But all those things you said?" she asked.
Harry just smirked at her.
"You're still a bastard," she said, with a lot less heat than before.
"You don't think I meant all that do you," he said, still smiling, "I happen to like the qualities that make up a Hufflepuff. Loyalty and unwavering strength of conviction and I think 'Puffs would make some of the best friends," he told her, standing up straight and walking over to her.
Susan began to shake so he pulled her into a hug, "Shhh" he purred, "its okay, you're safe now. It'll never control you again." he told her, stroking her hair.
The class looked at the pair in shock. Harry looked over at the school nurse, "A couple of Pepper up potions and some rest are in order here," he told her. "Magical exhaustion and a bit of a fright." he informed her.
She nodded
"What happened?" McGonagall asked.
"It just got away from her is all. I suggest that if you're going to teach this from now on that you learn some Legimancy." Harry said gently. "Just in case. It is my fault really. I was so hyped up on the successes we've had I forgot what could happen if things got out of hand."
The deputy head merely nodded. She would make damn sure she followed his advice and that she would be significantly more careful from now on.
Hannah hovered near her friend and Harry handed off Susan to her who was immediately engulfed in a big hug. He stepped back and smiled at the pair.
"We owe you one Harry," Hannah said with a smile.
Harry shook his head. "Like I said, it's my fault this happened in the first place. So the least I could do is fix it. However, I am betting that I will be persona non gratis with you 'Puffs for a while when you found out what I said" he told her with a growing smile.
She frowned at him, "What did you say?" she asked.
Harry shook his head, "Like I'm going to say," he said with a smirk. "All I will say is that I didn't mean it. I just needed her good and Mad." he said backing well off.
"It's ok" Susan said, her voice wobbly still. "I understand, and thank you. I've never been so scared in my life."
"Or angry I'll bet" Harry said with a smirk. "Well. That is enough excitement for me. I have to get to class anyway. I do not suppose you would write me a note Professor. I think Professor Vector will want to know why I'm so late."
"Of course Harry." Minerva said, moving off to do as he asked.
Harry took the note and without another word left the classroom.
The 'Puffs crowded around their frightened member and the Ravenclaws soon followed offering encouragement and comfort.