Politics of Pleasure Ch 6

Chapter 6

She took a few deep breaths before silencing her steps. Part of it was nerves but mostly she wanted a bit of deniability. She knew he usually walked this hall alone, his friends needing to get to other rooms so it should be safe. That really did nothing for her nerves. She caught up to him quickly and couldn’t stop the smirk as he didn’t turn around. Her hand wrapping around his arm was the first he noticed of her and his reflexes were as quick as ever. His hand clamped on hers, and he turned around; though in doing so let himself be dragged closer to the her destination. She felt him resist for a second though when that fell away when she assumed he realized who it was. Daphne turned around and stared triumphantly back at Harry. His smile was indulgent but she saw the playfulness in his eyes.

“Missed me huh?” Harry asked.

Daphne playfully hit him on the shoulder before leaning up to kiss him quickly before responding, “Does that answer your question?”

Harry’s smirk widened, “Always.” Daphne sighed as Harry’s hands traveled up her back and started to rub and play with her, “I have to be quick though. I have a meeting.”

“You have a meeting?” Daphne asked as she nuzzled against him.

“Rule number three.” Daphne stilled under him, “It will be fine, don’t worry too much about it..”

“I always need to worry with you.” She teased, though her voice was slightly forced.

Harry let that hang in the air, knowing it wouldn’t really go anywhere. His hands started to roam on her back and she leaned into him, her own hands rubbing against his sides. Harry let his hands dip underneath her skirt and paused when he just felt skin. His hands grabbed a separate ass cheek and started to knead the flesh. Daphne let out a little moan and Harry started to realize how horny she was.

“Short trigger today?” He teased.

Daphne didn’t respond, instead pushing away from him and moving over to the large teachers desk in the room. Harry watched as she unbuttoned her shirt revealing a lacy red bra. His eyes widened as she unclasped the front and let her tits bounce free. He took the few steps to cross the distance and pulled her into a heated kiss. One of his hands came up and pinched a nipple, gifting another moan from the woman. Harry ended the kiss and bent down to take the other nipple in her mouth. His free hand dipped under her skirt where he realized she was wearing some sort of thong with her pussy being covered. His fingers dipped underneath and toyed with her clit.  Daphne’s hands moved down and grabbed his belt and completely opened his pants. She pushed his pants down and his cock sprang into her hands. She started to stroke it and felt him tense up as she teased him.

“Mocking me about a short trigger.” Daphne huffed.

Harry pulled away from her tit and gave her a look before pushing her back. Harry enjoyed her yelp as he pushed her onto her back. He easily got her panties off and tossed them to the side. She shot him a glare without any real heat as Harry teased her entrance a bit. Merlin he would love to just fuck her; hopefully soon. Still he rubbed his cock against her soaked mound and loved the little mewls that escaped from her as he teased her. He manhandled her a bit grabbing her legs and bringing them together, trapping his cock against her mound. Her eyes widened with lust as she recognized what he was doing. With both arms wrapped around her legs Harry began thrusting; setting a hard and fast pace from the outset. He saw Daphne’s eyes close and her face scrunch up in pleasure as he thrust against her. Harry’s eyes were drawn to her tits, bouncing wildly with each thrust. It was only a few seconds before her hands started to grab and play with her tits. Harry watched her squeeze and pull at her nipples shooting his own arousal higher.

Her mewls and moans weren’t as loud as normal and he realized that neither of them had silenced the room. Anyone walking by could easily discover them. The heightened risk drove him further, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

“Harder.” Daphne let out. Harry obliged by leaning forward, giving him a bit more leverage. He was rewarded with louder moans. Daphne seemingly not caring about the lack of a silenced room. One of his hands left her legs and grabbed a tit. Daphne’s eyes snapped open as his hand took over from hers; the burning lust clear in her eyes. He gave her nipple a singular quick tug, sending her over the edge.

“Harry!” Daphne screamed; if anyone was in the hall their cover was now definitely gone.

Harry felt her whole body tremble. Involuntary noises escaped from her. Face and chest flush with arousal finally sent him over the edge. One final hard thrust and he let loose. Several long ropes of cum covered her body; stretching from stomach to neck. Harry let her legs fall and heaved in air; recovering from the orgasm.

He stared at Daphne and loved the sight of her. Eyes closed, head lolled to the side. Shirt open, skirt upturned. And a healthy dose of cum covering her body. He bent down and picked up her panties and pocketed them after a moment of deliberation. Moving close to her head he bent down and gave her a gentle kiss which she returned. Her eyes half opened as he pulled away and he saw the satisfied smile. There were no words as he left; though he did turn back for one final look. Merlin he needed to get everything in order.

***

Harry really needed to get Hermione something nice; she had studied the tournament rulebook and found that Champions had permission to leave campus. She had speculated it was so that Champions would have ample opportunity to train if the facilities of the whatever school were inadequate but the stipulation of training wasn’t present. As such Harry had decided to take advantage of that and made his way into the Three Broomsticks on a weekday.

“Skipping school are we?” The voice of Madam Rosemerta called out.

Harry felt the involuntary blush rise up, “Need to use your floo.”

“You should be in class.” Rosemerta pushed.

“Being a Champion means I’m excused from classes.” Harry muttered

Rosemerta paused, “Fine but if McGonagall comes down here in a huff I won’t cover for ya. Floo’s open in the back.”

Harry approached the floo and threw in some powder, “Fern and Associates.” Harry tumbled through the floo only staying upright by catching himself on receptionist desk in the lobby. “Bloody magical travel.”

“Charlus always complained about magical travel, though I never saw him have that kind of trouble.” A voice spoke up nearby.

Harry got his bearings and saw a few faces all staring at him. He stood up and dusted himself off as best he could and took in the room. There was an older gentleman, middle age woman and a younger woman all staring at him.

The older man stepped forward and held out his hand, “Stephen Fern.” He turned to the older woman next to him, “One of my contemporaries Lucielle Porter. The others could not be here today.” Mr. Fern turned to the younger woman who was stood behind the desk, “And the woman who keeps us all on track: Carla Warne.”

Harry nodded, “Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Yes, well as unfortunate as it is that you are caught up in the tournament it has afforded us this opportunity.” Mr. Fern started, “We have a bit before we need to meet with the Goblins, do you want to perhaps go over some potentials before we leave? Mrs. Porter is well acquainted with Goblin customs and can help us discern the actions to take while in the actual vault.”

Harry nodded and was directed to a conference room he sat down and looked at Mr. Fern who had a sad smile on his face.

“Apologies but you look just like your Grandfather did before his time on the continent.” Mr. Fern mused. “Now what exactly is it you are looking for? Your letter was a bit vague in the specifics.”

Harry took a breath and set his shoulders, “Any sort of wearable item, preferably jewelry, that will protect the mind of wearer from mind magics and potions.”

Mr. Fern nodded, “Well your Lordship ring will do just that.”

“Its not for me.”

“Betrothal?” Mrs. Porter asked.

“Friend.”

The two lawyers looked between them before Mr. Fern turned back to Harry. Mrs. Porter pulled out some documents and started scanning them.

“Perhaps it would be best to explain why you feel you need this.”

Harry sighed and sort of fell into his chair. A line from Charlus’ journal shone through in his mind. Stephen Fern earned my trust on the continent, but proved the worthiness of my trust in the years afterward. His guidance, even in the moments where we disagreed, proved invaluable in navigating the legal realm of the Gamot.

“Charlus wrote that he trusted you nearly above all. There is someone close to me that has proven to be that person, but I cannot speak to her the things that matter. I…” Harry faltered for a moment, “I’ve only recently become aware of what it means to be a Potter, and well there is someone’s who…” Harry’s eyes lit up as he paused, “She needs to know what’s going on.”

Mrs. Porter looked thoughtful for a moment, “I’m not sure that a piece of jewelry is the best course of action then. Oaths and Vows could be better to protect you.”

“Its not for me…” Harry’s confusion shone through.

Mr. Fern tapped against Mrs. Porter’s arm, “What did you mean by just becoming aware of what it means to be a Potter.”

Harry shrugged, “I was just informed of my family’s position within the Wizengamot and Magical Society. Just learned Charlus and Dorea’s names a few months ago.”

A loud silence settled in the room for a few moments, “Who is your Magical Guardian?” Mr. Fern asked.

“Dumbledore I think.” Harry answered.

“There’s no other family or relatives. Godparents?”

Harry hesitated though at the looks “Sirius Black is my godfather.”

“The man that betrayed and effectively killed your parents?” Mr. Fern asked.

Harry shook his head, “Peter betrayed them. Sirius is innocent and never received a trial.”

There was another round of silence as the two lawyers took everything in. They seemed to share an unspoken conversation in a matter of moments.

Mr. Fern turned back to Harry, “Okay. Lets shelve that for a second and go back to the original request. You want this ring to protect this person, but what Mrs. Porter was getting at is the need to make sure that they won’t take your secrets and run.”

“Hermione would never betray me.”

“Just like Peter would never betray your parents?” Mrs Porter asked.

Harry felt his anger building, “Would you have ever betrayed Charlus?” Mr. Fern shook his head, “Then you would understand. Hermione has already stood with me and helped me with my fight.”

“Your fight?”

“Voldemort.” Harry answered.

“You know who is dead.” Mr. Fern responded automatically.

“Tell that to him. I’ve already faced him twice at Hogwarts.” Harry muttered.

“Mr. Potter, are you saying that you have faced and defeated you know who since your time at Hogwarts.”

Harry nodded, “He possessed Quirrell and tried to possess a student.”

A knock sounded at the door and Carla poked her head in, “Pardon but you all need to leave if you are to meet with the goblins on time.”

Mr. Fern nodded, “Quite right. Mr. Potter if you will, I believe we need to continue this discussion afterward.”

Gentle in his ferocity. Harry hadn’t understood the description until just now. His grandfather definitely had the measure of the man.

Amelia was greeted by Hagrid at the gate. The large man was gentle and pleasant as always. She smiled as he started to talk about the classes that he was working on. She let him ramble and fill the air as he led her to the entrance of the castle.

“Here ye are. Do you need me to walk you to Dumbledore’s office?”

Amelia shook her head, “The castle hasn’t altered the route has it?”

Hagrid shook his head, “Not to Dumbledore’s office.”

“I’ll be good then.” Ameila answered and watched for a second as Hagrid turned around and started talking to himself excitedly. She almost chuckled at the exuberance he exhibited, but kept herself to a small smile.

Amelia was glad that classes were happening at the moment, not wanting to have to deal with the stares and questions from a bunch of students. She made her way to the Headmaster’s office and found herself infront of the familiar gargoyle. Amelia displayed her Auror badge and asked if Dumbledore was inside. The gargoyle didn’t vocalize a response but bowed its head as it moved to the side and let her in. Amelia took the answer to mean that Dumbledore was either in or would be quickly informed of her visit.

“Amelia.” Dumbledore greeted as she entered the office, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She sat down before answering, “I need to speak to Harry Potter.”

Dumbledore’s head twisted a bit, “Whatever for? I do hope the young man is not in trouble.”

“Perhaps you could tell me.” Amelia answered, “Why do I need to find out from other sources that the young man was entered into a dangerous tournament without his consent?”

Dumbledore glanced at the copy of the Prophet on his desk, the headline Potter Confirmed to Compete stared back at him. “I was waiting for the information to come through before involving you.”

Amelia tsked, “His name was still entered. Without his consent if the rumor mill is to be believed.”

Dumbledore nodded, “I do believe that young Harry didn’t enter himself into the tournament.”

“Then you should’ve informed me about it.” Amelia argued.

“Perhaps you are right.” Dumbledore responded in a conciliatory tone.

Amelia’s eyes narrowed, “Instead it was two separate persons that informed me via owl that the felt Harry’s life was in danger.”

Dumbledore’s eyes flashed, “Who sent you those letters?”

Amelia shook her head, “It doesn’t matter who, because they weren’t you. As Director of the DMLE I can’t ignore any sort of official complaint. So I will need to talk to Harry Potter about this.”

Dumbledore paused for a moment, though his face was unreadable. He nodded and stood up, “Second class period so Gryffindor is in Transfiguration at this moment. Shall we?”

Amelia stood and followed Dumbledore through the twisting halls of the castle. The few students in the hall let them pass wordlessly, though she knew the Hogwarts Rumor mill would be in full effect later today. Arriving at the classroom Dumbledore interrupted the lesson with his usual grace, though all of the students were staring at her. A quick glance of the room did not reveal Harry Potter though she spotted some young Weasley’s so she knew that it was the Gryffindor class.

“Minerva where is young Harry? Amelia needs to speak to him.” Dumbledore announced to the class.

“Mr. Potter is not in class today. It appears that he chose to skip.” Professor McGonagall responded.

“I see, perhaps he is in his dorm.” Dumbledore mused allowed.

Amelia wasn’t paying attention to Dumbledore, witch in the front row had started to squirm in a way that suggested she knew more about what was going on. Amelia stepped forward, “Do you know something?”

The young witch hesitated earning a short reprimand from McGonagall; so this was Hermione Granger. Hermione’s eyes dipped down before she spoke, “Harry’s not in the castle right now.”

“What do you mean? Of course he is, he can’t just leave.” Professor McGonagall retorted.

Hermione started to squirm even more, “He can though. According to the tournament rules any selected champion can leave school grounds.”

“In order for training or to acquire materials for training.” McGonagall continued.

Hermione paused, “That’s not a condition; in fact there are no conditions to a Champion being able to leave.”

Amelia’s eyebrows shot up as she watched the exchange before stepping forward, “Discussion of rules aside; do you know where Mr. Potter has gone?”

Hermione shook her head, “No. He wouldn’t tell me. Only asked for notes from Transfiguration today.”

“Does he have any other classes?” Amelia asked.

“Only potions, second period after lunch but he wouldn’t care about that one.” Hermione’s voice trailed off as if she realized she had perhaps said to much. Amelia filed that bit away not knowing what might be useful.

Dumbledore turned to her, “Well then perhaps it will be best if you return tomorrow when young Harry is here.”

Amelia’s smile was thin, “Unfortunately I can’t do that, so its just as well that I have the ability to talk to the other Champions and Headmasters to get a clear understanding of what is occurring.”

Dumbledore’s smile seemed genuine, “Of course. Off we go then.”

Amelia turned to face Hermione real quick, “Miss Granger.” Hermione’s eyes shot up to meet Amelia’s, “Please send Mr. Potter my way immediately on his return.” Hermione nodded vigorously and Amelia suppressed the smile as she walked away.

Meeting with the other Champions and Headmasters proved to be as fruitless as Amelia thought it would be. The Champions all entered of their own accord and the three Headmasters all spoke the same about tournament itself. Harry’s name exiting the cup was an anomaly that no one seemed to have accounted for. The Hogwarts Rumor Mill did start up and she had students looking and whispering at her as she traveled all over the castle. Seeing and spending a little time with Susan was good, though Susan herself had no real insight on the issue. It seemed that Harry’s letter in the Prophet had tamped down on most of the aggressive reactions to his name, but Susan reported there was still some bitterness that Harry was involved. Some had accused him of stealing valor and perhaps being a glory hound, though those seemed to be few and far between.

Harry finally returned just before dinner started. Amelia did chuckle a little bit seeing the young man being manhandled and forced into position by Miss Granger; though Harry was smiling as he was led into the office that Amelia had confiscated for her own use.

“Speak.” Hermione forced out before turning on her heels and exiting the room quickly. Harry let out a light chuckle before he sat down in one of the vacant seats.

“Apologies Director Bones, I wasn’t aware that you were wanting to speak to me today.” Harry started.

“Clearly not.” Amelia responded, “Though I do admit I found it strange that it was two people, neither of which are yourself, that informed me of a fear for your life.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Two?”

Amelia realized something, “You didn’t know. Did you ask anyone to send the letter?”

Harry shook his head, “No. I uhh…” He hesitated for a moment; processing, “I uh well I honestly didn’t think about sending you anything?”

“That aside for a moment, the question is do you think someone is trying to harm or kill you?”

Harry shrugged, “Probably. Would be the same as every other year.”

That gave Amelia some pause, “Every other year? Are you claiming that someone has tried to kill you every single year?”

“Sorta.” Harry’s voice grew a bit quiet, “Its complicated.”

“Un complicate it.” Amelia demanded. Harry hesitated and she saw something that she didn’t expect. He wasn’t a scared kid, but he wasn’t filled with self confidence she normally saw from pureblood heirs. His eyes were filled with uncertainty and apprehension; perhaps a softer approach was needed, “Harry, I’m here to help you. Whatever it is, let us handle it. You’re young.”

Harry’s gaze turned downward, not fully away but not really connected to hers, “I am of age though.”

“Being of age does not mean you have to be alone.” Amelia responded. She let him think it over as she watched his shoulders rock back and forth; the indecision clear in his movements.

“We think that’s how he did it. Me being of age.” Harry clarified.

Amelia resisted the urge to lean back, there was too much in that simple statement, “He?”

Harry seemed to grow in strength before her, “Voldemort.”

Amelia’s eyes widened, “Why do you think its him?”

“Because I’ve already faced him two times while here. He possessed Quirrell in first year and possessed Ginny during second.”

Amelia’s mind raced to connect all the pieces with what she already knew, “You’re claiming that Voldemort is alive.” She held up her hand to stall the protest, “And that he has possessed two people in the three years you have been at Hogwarts. And now you think he is behind you being in this tournament.” Harry nodded. “Okay, tell me about these other encounters. Not the whole year just the importance of the encounters.”

Harry launched into a story, essentially outlining his first two years in Hogwarts. Amelia listened to the tales and memories of Susan describing some of these incidents came back to mind. What Susan saw as Quirrell’s oddities were signs of possession; easier to see in hindsight and with Harry’s descriptions. The description of the fight and Quirrell burning under his touch spoke of something else at play; something further to investigate. Harry’s recollection of the second year was terrifying. She had never encountered a basilisk before, and after the description of the fight had absolutely no desire to ever do so. Learning Voldemort’s actual name was a boon and something that she would probably share with the Unspeakables; perhaps the Unspeakables would be able to interpret what the book was and provide better insight.

There was a moment of silence after Harry had finished. Amelia sat there processing all of the information that he had given her. Realizing the amount of work that had just been dumped on her she nodded, “Well Mr. Potter that are certainly some tales.” She realized the harm of her words as Harry wilted a bit, “I’m not saying I don’t believe you; some of the things Susan mentioned over the last few years now make much more sense. However, you have just dumped a lot of work on me and I need to get going.” Harry nodded but his body didn’t really change, “Irregardless of who it is, I do believe that someone is trying to harm you and I will be looking into that. Are you willing to meet with me in the future if I have further questions.”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, I’ll help anyway I can.”

“Good. Then I think we are done for today. I will look into the Voldemort issue and now knowing his potential name should make that easier. Thank you.”

Harry took the dismissal for what it was and got up to leave. He did hesitate at the door but didn’t turn around, “This isn’t public knowledge Director Bones, but as the head of the DMLE I think you deserve a bit of warning. Voldemort is an enemy of House Potter and House Potter considers itself on a war footing.”

Amelia stared at the door long after Harry had left. The last bit more than anything spoke how serious Harry saw this issue. Perhaps it also indicates why one of the letters had been from Heiress Greengrass. The life of Harry Potter was proving to be far more complicated than those around him would ever fully realize.

A/N: So this took longer than anticipated. The Amelia and Harry interaction went through a couple iterations and while I'm not utterly happy with it, its at a point where I can accept it and move forward. 

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