Chapter 23: The end of the Holiday!
Summary:
The Holiday has come to an end, emotions still run high after the great reveal of McGonagall's pregnancy, but they remained united no matter what!
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Minerva was dancing on cloud nine, now that some semblance of balance had been found and a plan had been laid out. The life growing within her womb wasn't nearly as daunting after cleaning up and leaving with Poppy to do a few more tests and discuss certain changes she may need to take to ensure the baby's healthy development. Nymphadora also cleaned up and gave Harry a last kiss before she, too, went to unpack and settle back into the castle.
This left Harry and Narcissa alone, the beautiful blonde looking upon the love of her life with mirth and love. She wasn't so mature that she couldn't help the twinge of jealousy at the thought that Minerva got to be the first one knocked up by Harry. But it was nothing more than a childish, fleeting thought that was easily dismissed from her mind. And now it was just her and Harry, and she had been deprived of his touch, his breath, his kiss for too long. It might've been a short break that didn't even span a whole month, but with her experiences, it felt longer than ever.
"I leave you alone for a little while, and you're already knocking up the other sluts?" Narcissa asked teasingly, and Harry laughed sheepishly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Still naked, Narcissa gazed at his body up and down. She, of course, noticed the bounty reaped from Harry bagging Poppy into this Coven. He had grown some filling out properly for a boy his age, and judging by the fact that he had enough virility to knock up a woman Minerva's age, showed his sexual appetites were growing as well.
"I didn't plan to..." Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck adorably in front of Narcissa's eyes. She bit her lip and breathed in deep, the scent of sex still strong in the potions classroom. The sight of him, the scent, it made her heart pound in her chest; she could already feel the lips moisten between her thighs as it felt like someone had placed a heater between her legs.
"I missed you," Narcissa said, and Harry locked eyes with her, smiling widely as he moved towards her. Narcissa knelt down to meet him in an embrace. Holding his body close to hers, she pressed her form against him, as if her soul was trying to wrap itself around him through her very skin. Harry was just the same, holding her tight, feeling her warmth and sexy body against his. Her breasts squeezed against him as his hands wandered up and down her back.
The pulled back just enough to connect in a kiss, fueled with passion and quickly growing as Narccisa and Harry's tongues dueled. It was as if everything had fallen perfectly into place all over again for Narcissa. Everything melted away, worries, concerns, everything. Now it was just bliss, happiness, pure jubilation. Heaven on Earth and so much more.
Without breaking their kiss, Narcissa didn't bother to use magic; she simply grasped the front of her robes and tore them. The sound of Fabric shredding and her breasts bouncing free, pressing her nipples against Harry's warm chest. Her hands reached around, finding his bottom, and she gripped and squeezed, pulling his hips forward. From this position, she felt his stiff cock press up her abdomen and tickle the underside of her tits.
"Harry Potter, fuck me like you missed me," Narcissa whispered against her lover's lips. And Harry was more than happy to meet her request, as he had planned to from the start. Narcissa leaned back, her legs slipping out from under her as she gracefully went to the floor. Harry followed after her, latching onto her tits and sucking hard.
Narcissa moaned deeply as she tangled her fingers into his hair, holding his head tight against her nipple as he gently nibbled on the stiff peak.
"I want to do this again," Harry said as he straddled her stomach, putting his cock in between her tits, which lay to the sides. Narcissa smiled as she gripped her heaving tits and pushed them together, smothering Harry's member in their soft, supple flesh.
"Yes, you love Mummy's tits, don't you?" Narcissa teased as Harry began to pump his cock between the valley of her Breasts. She reached down to pinch and twist her nipples as he did, making Narcissa moan louder. She could feel the pulsing heat of his cock, every twitch and pulse of his member between her tits. It was intoxicating as ever!
"I love you're boobies!" Harry panted as he all but ploughed her rippling tits. Narcissa's toes curled in her heels as Harry continued to stimulate her nipples and ravage her breasts. Her cunt was now soaking; she could feel it drip down her ass as her legs quivered.
"Oh, you ruin me!" Narcissa wailed with complete rapture as she could feel the pulse of Harry's cock come faster, his thrusts becoming slightly erratic and shorter but quicker. Then there it was, he pushed and she could feel the swell, the thick pump of his cock as the young boy on top of her spilled his seed.
A blanket of liquid warmth pooled on her chest between her tits, letting her breasts separate slightly, allowing the next few ropes of his cum to splatter up to her neck and chin. She reveled in the feeling of being covered in it. Harry panted, and with a few strokes, the last of his ejaculation spilled onto her. He stood over her, a young boy over his mature lover, glazed in his seed and smiling like she was the luckiest woman in the world.
And Narcissa was, if every woman got even a taste of Harry's love, his growing passions and appetites, she had little doubt that the young boy would father an entire generation alone! But he wouldn't, not he was dedicated to the women they pursued together and would continue to pursue.
The images of sharing this passion and love with Narcissa's sister, Andromeda, were so clear in her mind. The idea of being side by side with her sister, bent over, and being pounded by this beautiful boy was bliss. And now she had the perfect opportunity; she only had to figure out how to get Andromeda here and alone with Harry.
Narcissa's Lustful musings were interrupted, though, as Harry eagerly dove like a Falcon seeking its prey between her legs! Narcissa gasped and mewled wantonly as she crossed her legs around Harry's head, locking the boy against her cunt as he ate her out like a starving man.
She rolled her hips as Harry lavished her with attention, gripping her thighs that encased her head, and the cum glazed woman threw her head back with reverence as he licked and sucked just right.
Harry knew well enough how to make Narcissa squirm, shiver, and quake. After all the times they've been together, Harry knew every way that Narcissa loved to be worshiped, and she knew every way to worship him in return.
But something Harry had actually been curious about for a while now, and so he tested the waters. It was a bit difficult with Narcissa leg-locking his head, but he was able to maneuver himself just enough. His nose buried in her sweet cunt, and his tongue now freed to lap at her other hole.
He had seen it many times, Pink and winking at him at times. But he had never been brave enough, or curious enough to try it or ask about it. But after being apart, Harry felt like being extra bold. And when his tongue darted out and forayed into the uncharted territory, Narcissa's eyes went wide.
It was a shock; she felt him moving a bit, of course, but she had no inkling as to what he intended. It was so surprising, in fact, that as she was already teetering on the verge of an orgasm from his lavishing attention, the sudden sensation of his warm tongue on her puckered hole made her tip.
She gushed, pussy clenching around nothing as she sprayed her marvelous fluids over Harry's face. Though with his nose pressed so firmly against Narcissa's Vagina, and with her legs now squeezing him tight, he got a nose full of it. Narcissa clenched and spasmed for a good few seconds as her climax ran through her.
As she came down, she unclenched her legs, and Harry's head was freed. The sides of his face were flushed and red from her squeezing thighs, and he smiled up at her as she stared at him with wide eyes.
"You naughty boy! Going after Mummy's dirty hole!" Narcissa playfully admonished him. Though, of course, she was a proper lady, so she kept herself clean; it was more of a tease. Still, being a proper lady, the idea of engaging in any sort of anal rapture was alien to her. But when Harry flicked his tongue over that hole, she couldn't deny the thrill.
"I was just curious! Was it weird?" Harry asked, looking as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, as opposed to shoving his face into a woman's arse. And Narcissa felt her body shudder. Was it weird? Well, of course it was, but not in a bad way. Your first anal experience is bound to be something strange, but weird doesn't have to mean bad.
And in this case, Narcissa definitely didn't think it was a bad thing. She instead smiled, her heart pounding as she lay back, lifted her legs up to her breasts, and reached under her to pull her cheeks apart, exposing her dripping pussy and tight pink asshole to Harry.
"I'm your Slutty Girlfriend, Harry. Every hole I have is yours. My body is yours, my heart and soul. Everything belongs to you, my love." She said even going so far as to use her fingers to rub her juices against her asshole. "If you want to pound my booty, then come on and fuck Mummy's arse," Narcissa said breathlessly.
And in all of two seconds, Harry was there, and she could feel it. He head of his engorged cock against her tight hole. Narcissa had planned to be Harry's first for everything. His first blowjob, check. His first sexual experience, check. His first titjob, handjob, facial, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, and missionary. So far, she had succeeded at being the first at every experience for him.
Minerva might have accidentally beaten her to the punch in terms of breeding. But damn it, this was going to be another first for the couple, and Narcissa was dripping for it!
Harry looked down into Narcissa's eyes, her chest, neck, and chin still glazed with his semen. The collar choker she wore was also covered in his seed, and the shiny heart tag proclaiming Narcissa's love and depravity for him. He locked eyes with her and pushed, his cock finding much more resistance, though maybe that should've been expected.
But with how wet Narcissa was, it was dripping just right for lubricant as Harry finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle and into her depths. It was hot, that was the first thing he noticed, and slightly different in texture from Narcissa's pussy. It was tight, though, and squeezing his cock as he pushed into her.
As for Narcissa, it was a sensation she couldn't put into words. Stuffed was close, but it was the knowledge that it was Harry's cock in his ass; it was like that knowledge made the sensations so much more acute. Unlike the velvety walls of her pussy, her ass had a clenching, slick feel that was no doubt aided by the slick juice of her cunt coating Harry's cock.
"Oh, Love!" Narcissa moaned as she wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, as he began to move. Doing longer and slower thrusts, as they both tested the waters of this new anal experience. But as was usual for them, they fed off each other. A moan from her was a faster thrust from him. A moan from Harry equalled an eager squeeze of her thighs around his waist.
The slow experimental pace soon evolved, with Harry doing long, slow pulls out, then quick pumps back into her hole. However, that then escalated as they both pushed to the edge. Harry becoming more demanding, the tight clenching walls of Narcissa's arse were just so different to her cunt, she quickly became enraptured in it. For Narcissa, it was a little torturous, the stuffed feeling, the pleasurable pounding of his cock.
Her ass was not the only thing clenching, but her needy pussy as well. Clenching around nothing, sending jolts of pleasure through her body with every plunge of Harry's cock into her. It was like it made a weird feedback loop. Harry fucked her arse, and her body was confused, elated, and needy all at the same time. Like her body didn't understand why her ass was being pounded, and yet that still set her core aflame.
"OH Fuck! You like my arse, love? You like fucking Mummy's arse!" Narcissa wailed as her thighs quivered around Harry's waist as she squeezed the boy closer, his thrust coming faster and faster as I fucked her.
"Yes! It's so good! I love it!" Harry growled out his hands reaching up to pinch at Narcissa's nipples, which made her head go back, her cum glazed neck, chest, and chin on full display as her mouth opened in a silent scream. His pulling and twisting of her nipples added to the confusing, yet incredible pleasure of his cock fucking her ass, setting her off.
She clenched around him, tightly holding Harry in. There was a pulse around his cock, sort of like how her pussy did, only there was less flutter and spasming. It was a hard and hot squeeze, and it was enough for him. Harry came, pushing deep into her as he pumped his seed into her bowels. Narcissa wailed loudly as the sudden gush of warmth in her ass pushed her Anal Orgasm over the edge even more, her pussy spraying Harry's abdomen and his pelvis as she came undone.
Her own stomach flexing, her tits jiggling even in Harry's pinching grip. The boy and his grown lover rode out their orgasmic highs, Harry filling Narcissa's trembling body until he was spent, and he collapsed forward, his head resting perfectly on Narcissa's tit.
"That was different," Narcissa said, after taking a few moments and catching her breath. Using one hand to stroke Harry's hair and the other to gather up the cum still sticking to her skin, she licked it off.
"Good different?" Harry asked? Personally, he liked it, but despite the slight difference in texture and how it clenched, he would say the Pussy was still more exciting. But if she was up for more, we wouldn't be saying no.
"Exciting different. But how about you, Love? How does it feel to own and have fucked every hole on your older slutty girlfriend?" Narcissa asked, licking up the last of Harry's cum and savoring the taste, and swallowing. Harry responded by kissing her quickly, and Narcissa giggled, kissing him back.
"I'll take that as you love that notion. And you know what, I have so many naughty ideas after that." Narcissa said, and Harry smiled, then lay next to her. She turned and pulled him close.
"You think I can stay here for the night? I don't think anyone else is coming back early, so they won't be here until tomorrow. Shouldn't be a problem, right?" Harry asked, and Narcissa thought for a moment. It was true, and as the Head of Slytherin House, she knew that besides Harry, none of the other Slytherin students had stayed for the Holiday Break.
That meant no one would expect him to be there in the morning, and the rest of the students wouldn't return to the castle until later that night, as they were taking the train back. Nymphadora was one of the few students who came back early. To Narcissa's knowledge, none of the Slytherin Students would be doing the same.
"Yes, sleep with me," Narcissa said, embracing him close, pulling their naked, flushed, and spent bodies closer, and she was able to cross another first off her list. Sleeping with Harry, non-sexually at least, for a night. They shuffeled a bit, kicking the blankets out from under them only to pull them back up. The scent of sex and musky arousal was ever-present between them. But they found comfort in the smell, a tangible, persistent reminder of how much they loved and desired each other.
So with Harry nestled between her warm, soft breasts, and Narcissa's breathing in the scent of his hair. The two lovers began to drift in each other's arms. Easily, this was the best sleep they would have, and when the morning came, both Narcissa woke before Harry, looking down at his cute and handsome face. Stroking it softly, she gently kissed him awake.
"Morning," Narcissa said as Harry blinked awake and smiled right up at her.
"Morning," Harry said right back, and they kissed once more. Then neither of them moved.
"We should probably get up," Narcissa said, but there was still no twitch.
"I'm fine right here," Harry said, tilting his head all cute like and making her heart leap. If it were another day, she might've indulged and just lain in bed with him all day. But the students would be returning today, and she knew Harry would want to greet them as soon as they arrived. And be there for Pansy, after everything that happened with her.
"So am I, but we have to get up," Narcissa said, and Harry whined as she scooted away, swinging her legs over and stretching languidly as she stood. She could feel Harry's eyes roam over her. "Come now," Narcissa said, walking around the bed, giving him a flirty side glance as she swayed her hips dramatically, her tits swinging and her ass jiggling. "Join me for a shower," Narcissa said, getting to the door of her washroom before entering, and Harry scampered to join her.
They did shower, after a nice morning blow job, that is, and once they were all freshened up and dressed. Narcissa kissed him once more and sent him on his way, playfully swatting his bum on the way out.
"If you can fuck mine, I can spank yours." She teased him, and he laughed. He had breakfast, hung out with Nymphadora, who teased him incessantly when she could by making her belly look pregnant again. In response, she eagerly left her quivering by eating out her cunt. He visited Poppy for another check-up.
While the healer could do nothing at the moment about the darkness afflicting him, she could ensure that his physical and mental health were in good condition. She asked quite a bit about how he was feeling about making Minerva pregnant. And he responded just as he had when he had first learned of it. He was Happy and not all that concerned, but understood that it was a serious situation.
After that, he went right to Minnie, who was all too happy to sit with him and talk until the train arrived, bringing his friends. They had discussed many things, mainly about the baby growing in her womb. Things like names, what would be most exciting to have a boy or a girl? What about where they would raise it? Of course, the rest of the Coven would be there, the baby would have one Father, and a house full of doting Mothers. But where would they want to have this family? Somewhere suburban? No, Harry has spent enough time in suburban neighborhoods and has no desire to spend any more time there.
"The house in Hogsemede would be nice." Minerva had said Harry was sitting upon her lap as they sat on a transformed couch next to the window, with a perfect view outside.
"Wouldn't it be too small? I mean you, me, Cissa, Poppy, Dora, Cory, plus the Baby. And maybe Andromeda, if we get her to join, plus whoever else." Harry said, listing off the names and future possibilities.
"We could expand the house easily enough, just look at the room of requirement, it shrinks and grows as we desire. A few expansion charms, and we could have a lovely little manor for ourselves right in Hogsmede." Harry smiled, thinking about it, but then furrowed his brows.
"But we'd be awfully close to Hogwarts and Dumbledore, right? He'd probably notice if three members of his staff frequented the same place all the time." Harry said, and Minerva huffed. She was far from being Dumbledore's yes woman anymore. And while she didn't have the deep distrust that Narcissa had, Minerva wasn't going to question it.
"So then maybe somewhere out in the country? We could build it from scratch, from the ground up!" Minerva said excitedly, never in her wildest dreams had she thought this would be the kind of conversation she'd be having at her age. Talking of making a home and starting a family.
Of course, she should be used to it by now, after all, the Father of her child was eleven, and had a Coven growing around him. No doubt, when the proper time came, he would impregnate them all. No more accidents, no matter how happy accidents they may be.
"Would we have a room for everyone? Or just all share one room?" Harry asked.
"Oh, share a room, of course, each of us getting a turn to cuddle in the bed without. One big bed just for all of us, we'd need guest bedrooms for any visitors, of course. A study, or several given Cissa and I are both professors, not to mention Poppy's work. A large cozy living room with a nice big fireplace." Minerva said.
"A Garden?" Harry asked, and Minerva smiled down at him.
"Or two, plus a greenhouse. We could turn it into a proper estate! A big home..." She trailed off, taking Harry's hand and placing it upon her stomach, "For a big family." Harry smiled brightly and still only felt a flutter, and he leaned up and kissed Minerva.
They kept talking, and as the sun began to dip, Harry saw it from their view, the smoke from the train as it approached. Minerva saw it too and nodded.
"Go, have fun with your friends." She encouraged, and Harry gave her one last kiss before he went off. And Minerva leaned back in her transfigured couch and bathed in the warm sun, gently caressing her belly. Not that there was much to caress at the moment, but there would be.
Harry made his way down, walking at a decent pace, not too fast. By the time he arrived at the courtyard where they would be returning by carriage, he leaned against the stone and waited. After a few minutes, carriages began to come, and one by one, students began to trickle back in. Some of them were finding their own friends and meeting up to discuss what they had been up to during the break.
As the crowd grew larger with the students, Harry began to scan it carefully, and he saw it - a shock of blonde hair. Then next to it, bushy brown and then black locks on either side. It was his friends, and as soon as they locked eyes, Harry smiled and waved, eagerly going to them.
"Harry!" Padma was the first to call out to him as she rushed forward and enveloped him in a hug, pressing against him. She was much bolder ever since their little romp in the broom closet. But she eventually let him go, and he was embraced by the others.
Daphne hugged him and even gave him a peck on the cheek, earning a knowing grin from Tracey, to which the blonde just rolled her eyes. Hermione hugged him, not as flushed as Padma but just as enveloped. Tracey even hugged him, but it was a decidedly more friendly gesture.
"Yeah, I'm here too," Blaise said as he spotted them and approached.
"Blaise! How was the Christmas break?" Harry asked as they clasped hands and did that bro hug that made the girls roll their eyes.
"Exhausting, three separate Balls that my mother dragged me to, she must have introduced me to three different girls for each one, each with rich families, of course," Blaise said, and Tracey scoffed.
"Oh, poor you, I would have loved to attend some Balls or galas." She said, teasing, and Blaise shook his head.
"Not these ones, they're just business meetings with a fancy backdrop." Blaise insisted, and the group talked a bit more, talking about their time, and Harry thanked them for the wonderful gifts. He had also sent them gifts, and they all loved them. With Minerva's and Poppy's help, he had managed to send the girls a piece of jewelry each over the Holiday.
With Daphne and Tracey getting matching necklaces, which he thought would be fitting for two best friends. Hermione, he sent a butterfly ring that changed color and glowed in the dark. Padma had sent him a pair of earrings, which she was displaying with great happiness.
As for Blaise, he got himself something quite sensible. A pair of dueling gloves. Of course, Minerva and Poppy helped with the financial part, but he paid them back in orgasms over the break.
As the group talked and caught up, Harry turned and caught sight of Pansy. He felt a bit of worry. How was she doing? Was she still shaken about what happened? Had she processed it? But as their eyes met, her face seemed... lighter. Her eyes didn't seem as sharp without a mask, and they were brighter.
The rest of the group followed Harry's gaze and spotted Pansy as well. Daphne's eyes narrowed slightly, but otherwise, she wasn't going to make a scene. But then Pansy walked right up to her and held up a envelope with the official Parkinson Family's Seal stamped into the sealing wax.
"Heiress Daphne Greengrass, I, Heiress Pansy Parkinson, do invite you on behalf of my Mother, the new Head of House Parkinson, to discuss and speak terms between our two houses," Pansy said. Daphne's eyes widened from their narrowed stare to look between Pansy and the letter she offered.
Every Pureblood-raised child knew the significance of this gesture. Pansy was offering the political version of peace talks between the two houses. Daphne was still for a moment, still not quite believing what she was hearing.
"Your Mother?" Daphne asked, but the news of Hendrik Parkinson's current condition had not yet spread.
"Yes, my Father is currently and for the foreseeable future, indisposed. As such, the duties of the Head of my House fall to my Mother, Lady Cordellia Parkinson. This invitation is also extended by me. Not just the wishes of my Mother." Pansy said, and Daphne looked again between the letter and Pansy. She was silent for a moment before she stood a bit straighter and held her hands out to accept the letter.
"I, Daphne Greengrass, Heiress to the House of Greengrass, do accept your's and your Mother's invitation to discuss terms between our houses." It was proper and straightforward, exactly how any Pureblood child was taught to do in such a situation.
Pansy nodded, then turned to Harry with a smile and hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear so that only he could hear.
"I don't know how you did it, but I think you did something," Pansy said as Harry hugged her back.
"I, um, don't really know what you mean," Harry said as he was sure Narcissa had told Pansy nothing of their relationship or the fact that he insisted on helping Pansy and Daphne with this situation. Thankfully, Pansy didn't push any further; she didn't have any proof or evidence, just a feeling.
As the group walked back to the castle, they returned to some normalcy, speaking with each other about the Holiday and what they had done. And it was here that Padma had stealthily taken Harry's hand and pulled him away from the group. Pulling him towards a broom closet and shutting the door behind him.
"Padma?" Harry asked, and the girl's face was flushed.
"I just... wondered if you liked my... other gift?" She asked, looking up at him through her lashes, and Harry smiled and rubbed his neck.
"It was pretty amazing," Harry said, and Padma released a breath and giggled a little nervously.
"I'm glad you liked it. I was so nervous! My Mother insisted on checking the gift before I sent it! I thought she'd find it for sure!" Padma said, putting her face in her hands and shaking her head. "I never thought I would do something like that!" She said her voice was tinged with obvious breathlessness and excitement.
"It was surprising, that's for sure!" Harry said, "They smelled nice." Harry said before thinking about it, easily forgetting that Padma wasn't one of his mature older girlfriends. Her face flushed even darker, and her mouth dropped open, and her face fell into her hands again.
She wasn't daft, of course, Harry was a boy and she had sent him a pair of her panties! Of course, he would do something with them. Heck, she even hoped he would, but hearing it was setting her heart hammering like a rabbit pounding its foot.
"Well... I mean! Not that I've just been sniffing them! Or like only sniffing them!" Harry said hurriedly, and Padma's face almost started steaming with how hot she felt.
"Oh, you've done other things?" She asked, and Harry's eyes widened as he opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find the right words. He's taken them out, looked at them, and admittedly sniffed them a few times. But he hasn't exactly masturbated with her panties or anything, not when he was able to have real sex with women.
Padma giggled at his expression and reached forward to hug him, partly to hide her still hot face and partly because she was happy she could make him so flustered.
"I did miss you over the Holiday, Harry," she said, and Harry laughed nervously and hugged her back.
"I did too," he said, and for a moment, the two remained embraced, both enjoying it. But Padma bit her bottom lip cutly as she pulled back enough to look him in the eye. Her heart was still beating hard as she took a deep breath.
"Um... you think that maybe we could- mph!" Padma didn't get a chance to finish as Harry leaned forward and kissed her. Her eyes went wide and slowly fluttered closed. She circled his neck with her arms, pulling herself flush against him as they kissed.
Harry was all too willing to kiss her as well, missing his friend dearly, all of them, of course. And as they kissed, Harry's mind began to wander, wondering if maybe, after the whole pregnancy situation was dealt with, he could start actively pursuing the girls in a romantic sense.
Padma, Daphne, Pansy, even Hermione! He was attracted to all of them, and he knew they were brilliant, as they helped him figure out the stone and search for it that one night. They were simply amazing, and Harry wanted them. He wanted them to be with him, be close, and share everything with them.
He's talking to his girlfriends about it, knowing they wouldn't have a problem with it. Padma and Harry separated, with Padma's leg going down after she unconsciously raised it during the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his, and she smiled.
"Can we do that more?" Padma asked him not to let him go quite yet.
"I'd very much like to," Harry said, and Padma giggled again. The two separated and quietly made their way back to their friends.
"Where did you two go?" Daphne asked as they returned, and Padma did her best to hide the flush on her face.
"We got caught up talking about the Holiday, we didn't realize we wandered off," Harry said easily. Daphne's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but she didn't say anything, and Hermione looked between Harry and Padma suspiciously. Pansy, as well, looked like she suspected something, but she wasn't about to cause a scene.
Yes, the Christmas Holiday was over, Harry's friends were back, but the year and all its twists and turns were far from being done.
And just around a corner, Quirniess Quirll smirked, watching Harry and Padma return to their group of friends.
"Interesting..." A voice hissed out, though it did not come from Quirell's mouth.