Chapter 2: Meeting The Legend
The morning sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the Hogwarts classroom as I took my seat among the students. The air was filled with anticipation as whispers of excitement spread through the room. Today marked my first lecture at Hogwarts, and the visiting professor was none other than Harry Potter himself.
As the minutes ticked by, the room buzzed with anticipation. Finally, the door swung open, and Professor Potter strode in, his presence commanding attention. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, his emerald eyes scanning the room with a mixture of warmth and authority.
"Good morning, class," he greeted us, his voice carrying easily over the murmurs of the students. "I hope you're all ready for an engaging discussion."
I sat up straighter, eager to soak in every word. Professor Potter began the lecture with a brief overview of the history of the wizarding world, his words painting a vivid picture of the struggles and triumphs that had shaped our society.
As he spoke, I couldn't help but be reminded of my father. Harry Potter had once worked alongside him. I listened intently, hanging on his every word, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man who had influenced my father so profoundly.
Throughout the lecture, Professor Potter's passion for the subject shone through, his anecdotes and insights captivating the room. He spoke of bravery and sacrifice, of friendship and loyalty, weaving a tapestry of wisdom that resonated with each student in attendance.
As the lecture drew to a close, Professor Potter turned to me, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than the others. "Ms. Lanceworth," he said, his voice soft but commanding. "I understand you're new to Hogwarts. I hope you'll find your time here both enlightening and enriching."
I nodded, a surge of gratitude welling up within me. "Thank you, Professor. I'm honored to be here."
With a final nod, Professor Potter concluded the lecture, leaving the room abuzz with conversation and excitement. As I gathered my belongings, I couldn't shake the feeling of connection between my father and the legendary wizard who now stood before me.
****
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Hogwarts grounds, Chris approached me with a gleam in his eye.
"Hey, Adriana," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You up for a little entertainment?"
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"
"There's a Quidditch match happening," Chris explained, excitement lacing his voice. "Slytherin versus Gryffindor. It's bound to be intense."
I considered his offer for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why not? Lead the way."
We made our way to the Quidditch pitch, the air buzzing with anticipation. The stands were packed with students, their cheers echoing across the grounds. Chris and I found seats near the edge of the Slytherin section, settling in to watch the match unfold.
The game was fast-paced and exhilarating, the players soaring through the air with precision and grace. Gryffindor put up a formidable fight, their chasers weaving intricate patterns in an attempt to score. But Slytherin was equally skilled, their defense impenetrable as they countered every move with expert precision.
As the game neared its end, the score was tied, tension thick in the air. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Slytherin's Seeker spotted the Snitch, diving towards it with determination. The crowd erupted into cheers as he grasped the golden ball in his hand, securing victory for Slytherin.
Amidst the celebration, I caught sight of Sam, his eyes shining with triumph as she flew back to the ground. He had played a crucial role in securing the win for Slytherin, his skill and determination evident for all to see.
Chris nudged me, a grin spreading across his face. "Looks like Slytherin takes the win, thanks to our star player."
I was late for my class, and what could be worse than a sea of students flooding the corridor. The chaos made me lose my way and I entered the wrong room how else could I have ended up in the men's changing room? Panicking, I scanned the room for a place to hide, my eyes landing on an empty cell. Without thinking, I ducked inside, praying I wouldn't be discovered.
As I crouched in the darkness, trying to slow my breathing, the door creaked open, and footsteps echoed through the room. My heart hammered in my chest as I prayed whoever it was would leave without noticing me.
But luck was not on my side.
As I turned, my eyes widened in shock at the sight before me. Sam stood there, His gaze roaming over the cells as he began to undress. He wrapped a towel and began to leave, but suddenly his steps froze and turned towards my cell he burst open. I averted my eyes, my cheeks burning with embarrassment
But Sam had other ideas. With a smirk, He continued towards me, his movements deliberate and provocative. I tried to resist, to keep my eyes averted, He extended his hand leaning on the wall behind me, but her words cut through me like a knife.
"Only if you were hot enough to turn me on, Seems like you aren't?" he taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.
The insult struck a nerve, igniting a fire within me. Before I knew what I was doing, I lunged forward, grabbing him by the throat and slamming her against the locked door "Oh... Am I not?".
Sam's smirk widened, his gaze filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Before I could react, he pushed me away, there was a strange understanding between us, I dropped to my knees before him, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory gleam.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I reached for his towel, my fingers deftly undoing it. My breath caught in my throat as I freed his throbbing cock, my gaze raking over it hungrily.
"You want this, don't you?" I purred, my voice laced with desire. "You want me to take you in my mouth and make you cum. But seems like you are not hot enough to make me do it"
He held my chin, unable to tear his eyes away from me and said "Please Adriana, I've been a bad boy please don't punish me". "Just the way I like" as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his shaft. A shiver ran down his spine as I trailed kisses along its length, my tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum that glistened at the tip.
He groaned as I took the poor fellow into my mouth, my lips closing around him in a tight, wet embrace. I sucked him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head as I worked him with a practiced rhythm.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips. His cock was thorbing like a muscle engine. My mouth was hot and wet, my skilled ministrations driving him to the brink of ecstasy.
I could feel the tension building within him, the pleasure mounting with each passing second. And then, with a guttural cry, He released, spilling his hot seed into my waiting mouth.
I swallowed eagerly, milking him for every last drop as he pulsed and throbbed against my tongue. It was a raw, primal release, the culmination of desire and frustration that had been building between us.
As the last waves of pleasure washed over me, He collapsed against the wall, panting and spent. I rose to my feet, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I licked my lips clean of his essence.
"Looks like you're not capable of handeling the heat," I taunted, my eyes sparkling with mischief.
****
The night air was cool and crisp as Chris and I made our way through the shadowy corridors of Hogwarts, our footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. Our mission was simple: gather a batch of rare herbs and plants for our clandestine trade.
But as we rounded a corner, we were met with the unexpected sight of Professor McGonagall, her stern gaze fixed upon us. Chris wasted no time, darting down a side passage and disappearing from sight, leaving me standing frozen in place.
I cursed under my breath as Professor McGonagall approached, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Before I could utter a word of protest, she escorted me to the detention room, her disappointment palpable.
Alone in the dimly lit room, I found myself seated across from Noah, our eyes meeting in silent acknowledgment. We had barely exchanged a word since my arrival at Hogwarts, but in that moment, there was an unspoken understanding between us.
As the hours dragged on, our detention stretching into the night, Noah leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to get out of here."
I nodded, a plan already forming in my mind. Together, we concocted a scheme to escape through the window, using a combination of spells and stealth to evade detection.
Once outside, we made our way to the outskirts of the Hogwarts grounds, where Noah led me to a hidden treehouse nestled among the branches of a towering oak tree. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a refuge from the rigid rules and expectations of Hogwarts.
As the night deepened and the sounds of the forest whispered around us, Noah and I sat cross-legged on the floor of the treehouse, the flickering candlelight casting playful shadows on the wooden walls.
"So," Noah began, his eyes glinting with curiosity, "tell me, Adriana, what got you into this whole weed business with Chris?"
I hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "It was a way to make connections, gain influence. Coming to Hogwarts as an outsider, I needed a way to find my footing."
Noah nodded thoughtfully. "And Chris offered you that chance?"
"Yeah," I said, leaning back against the wooden wall. "He did. But I can't say I trust him completely. Especially after tonight."
Noah's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Chris looks out for himself, first and foremost. It's not surprising he'd leave you behind like that."
"Why were you on the train?" I asked, shifting the conversation. "You mentioned something about a rival business."
Noah sighed, his gaze turning contemplative. "My family's always been involved in... less-than-legal enterprises. Knowing how things work... when I came to Hogwarts, I saw an opportunity. The demand for certain magical plants and substances is high, and there's a lot of gold to be made."
"Why the rivalry with Chris, then?" I pressed, curious about the dynamics at play.
Noah's eyes darkened slightly. "Chris and I used to work together. But his methods became too reckless, too dangerous. We had a falling out, and I've been running my own operation since then."
Our conversation lulled into silence for a moment, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. Noah shifted closer, his hand lightly brushing against mine.
"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "you don't have to stick with Chris. You could partner up with me instead. We could achieve so much more together."
I looked into his eyes, seeing a mix of ambition and something deeper, something more personal. "What are you suggesting?"
Noah leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "I'm suggesting we combine our efforts. With your skills and my network, we could dominate this school. Imagine the power, the influence."
His hand trailed up my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat of his body close to mine, his intentions clear.
"You'd have to convince me," I said, my voice husky with the sudden tension between us.
Noah's lips curved into a seductive smile as heclosed the remaining distance between us. "I think I can manage that."
His lips brushed against mine, soft and inviting. The kiss deepened, fueled by the electric charge of our shared ambitions and desires. Noah's hands roamed over my body, his touch igniting a fire within me.
As we broke apart, breathless and flushed, Noah whispered, "So, what do you say, Adriana? Are you with me?"
I stared into his eyes, feeling the pull of his seductive charm and the allure of the power hepromised.
"Alright," I said finally, my voice steady. "I'm with you."
Noah's smile widened, satisfaction and triumph gleaming in his eyes. "Good choice, Adriana. Together, we're going to rule this school."
****
The morning sun filtered through the castle windows as I made my way to the Great Hall, still processing the events of the previous night with Noah. My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice calling out to me.
"Adriana!" Chris waved me over, a broad grin on his face. Standing beside him was a girl with striking features and a mischievous glint in her eye. "I want you to meet someone."
As I approached, Chris put an arm around the girl's shoulders. "This is Cindy, my girlfriend."
Cindy's beauty was captivating. She had long, flowing auburn hair that caught the light, cascading down her back in gentle waves. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with intelligence and playfulness, framed by long lashes that gave her an alluring, almost hypnotic gaze. Her fair skin was dotted with a few freckles, and her full lips curved into a welcoming smile.
"Nice to meet you, Adriana," she said, her Irish accent adding a lilting charm to her words.
"Likewise," I replied, shaking her hand. Her grip was firm, and I sensed a strength behind her delicate appearance.
Chris beamed with pride. "Cindy's been helping me out with some... business matters. She's got a sharp mind and knows how to get things done."
I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. I couldn't afford to reveal my change of allegiance to Chris just yet. Not until I was sure it was the right time.
"Sounds like you've got a good team," I said, forcing a smile. "Glad to have you on board, Cindy."
She chuckled, glancing at Chris. "She's something, this one."
Chris smirked, "Let's grab some breakfast. We've got a lot to discuss."
As we headed to the Slytherin table, I kept my thoughts guarded. Playing along with Chris and Cindy was the smart move for now. But my mind was already strategizing, planning my next steps with Noah. The delicate balance of alliances and rivalries was becoming increasingly intricate, and I needed to navigate it carefully.
As we sat down to eat, Chris began outlining our next move, his enthusiasm palpable. I listened attentively, nodding at the right moments, all the while considering how best to transition my loyalty without raising suspicion.
Cindy caught my eye a few times, her gaze sharp and assessing. She was clearly more than just a pretty face, and I had to be cautious around her as well. The stakes were high, and one wrong move could unravel everything.
****
The evening air was cool as I stood in the Hogwarts garden, the flicker of my cigarette the only light in the growing dusk. The peace of the moment was a rare respite from the chaos of the day, and I savored it.
I was lost in thought when I sensed movement behind me. Turning slowly, I found myself surrounded by a group of boys, their expressions menacing. At the center of the group stood Kevin Zal, Brother of Kiss Zal, his eyes fixed on me with a cold, calculating gaze.
"Adriana Lanceworth," Zal said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can just waltz in here and take over? Stay out of my way, or you'll regret it."
I took a drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly. "Funny, Zal. I thought Hogwarts was big enough for the both of us. Guess I was wrong."
Zal's eyes narrowed, and the boys around him tensed, ready to strike. But I wasn't about to back down. Overconfidence might have been my flaw, but it was also my armor.
"Listen," I said, my voice calm but edged with steel. "I don't take kindly to threats. If you want to prove something, do it. Otherwise, get lost."
The first punch came fast, but I was faster. I slipped through the guy's swing, jabbing him in the face and sending him sprawling to the ground. The next two came at me together, but I ducked and weaved, my fists connecting with precision. They fell back, clutching their faces in pain.
But there were too many. Hands grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms as Kevil took out his wand with it's tip red hot. I fought back with everything I had, but they overwhelmed me, slamming me to the ground. Just when I thought I was gonna get a free tattoo, a sharp voice cut through the chaos.
"Enough!"
The boys froze, turning to see Professor Arthur Bliss striding toward us, his sun-kissed skin glowing in the twilight. His blonde wavy hair neatly styled in a formal hairstyle with a few loose strands, His rugged face reminded of Henery Cavil and his eyes flashed with anger.
"Get off him, now!" he commanded, her voice brooking no argument.
The boys hesitated, then scrambled away, leaving me lying on the ground, bruised and battered. Professor Bliss knelt beside me, his touch gentle as he helped me sit up.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softening with concern.
I nodded, wincing as I moved. "Yeah, I'll live. Thanks for stepping in."
He gave me a tight smile. "You need to be more careful. Hogwarts can be a dangerous place, especially for someone making enemies as quickly as you are."
I chuckled, then winced at the pain it caused. "I'll keep that in mind."
Professor Bliss helped me to my feet, his hand lingering on my arm. "Come on, let's get you to the infirmary. You need to get those bruises looked at."
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