The Hogwarts Challenge: Evolving Magic
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Adult ++
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The Hogwarts Challenge: Evolving Magic
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me. This is just fanfiction, written to amuse myself and (hopefully) others and not for any profit or material gain.
Evolving Magic: the Hogwarts Challenge
Chapter 1 Second Impressions
The scarlet train snaked across the rolling green hills of England’s countryside like some sort of mechanical serpent, slipping easily across rivers and sinuously through misty valleys.
“Well,” Ron said, clearing his throat and leaning back against the slightly threadworn and battered velvet upholstery of the train compartment’s bench, “what do you think it’ll be this year?”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking up from the new wizards card he’d gotten, as chocolate frogs hopped gleefully in and out of the bags at their feet.
“The first year it was the philosopher’s stone, then the chamber of secrets, Sirius, the goblet, the prophecy, you want me to keep going?” Ron grinned.
“Nothing, I hope.” Harry grimaced and turned back to his pile of unopened chocolate frogs, “I’m kind of ready for the quiet life, for at least one year” he sighed hopefully.
“Yeah” Ron’s grin got bigger. “But we’re all taking bets. There are three categories: the first is who this year\'s event will revolve around, the second is when it will happen, and the third is where it will happen. You write your guess down for each category on a card, and at the end of the semester, the person who’s closest gets it.”
“It?” Harry asked curiously
“This is the beautiful part, the Nimbus 2005 autographed by the entire Chudley Cannons team! Fred and George are running it and they’ve got the British and Irish Quidditch League as sponsors.”
Harry lunged for the cards, chocolate frogs, and bertie bott’s jelly beans scattering across the cabin like a skittle’s commercial.
“Come on” Ron turned to Hermione, who’d managed to fall asleep, slumped over one of her books. But she only muttered something, and clutched her book tighter as Ron tried to give her one of the forms.
“Leave her, I’ll fill one out for her” Harry offered, looking up from his entry.
“Dreaming about libraries, most likely” Ron said as he balanced chocolate frogs on her head, “she’s got to fill out her own though, those are the rules.”
Harry reached over and plucked the book from her hands. Or tried to, Hermione had a surprisingly strong grip. Before he knew it he was staring into a pair of slitted green eyes and the business end of a wand, “hands off the book, Harry” she growled menacingly.
“Just waking you up for your patrol, mate” Harry said as he eased away slowly from the book.
“Not very responsible, to nod off when you’ve got patrol duty, is it?” Ron teased, handing her a set of entry cards.
“Next thing you know, you’ll be falling asleep during potions” Harry added, shaking his head sadly.
“What are these for?” Hermione asked, ignoring them. She always fell asleep on trains, and they always did this.
“Contest” Ron replied.
“Nimbus 2005” Harry grinned.
“Not interested.” Hermione dropped the stack of cards into the nearest recycling receptacle.
“No!” Ron cried, lunging for the cards. “Just fill them out Hermione, we’ll trade you a book or something for the broom if you get it.”
“Right,” Hermione muttered, bending over the cards as she filled them in.
“Hurry, your patrol’s about to start!” Ron urged.
“No, that’s your patrol.” Hermione didn’t even look up. “Just because I fell asleep on the train, doesn’t mean I’ve gone stupid.”
“Told you it wouldn’t work.” Harry grinned at Ron and started fishing chocolate frogs out of Hermione’s hair.
“It’s just that I wanted to finish getting all of these cards handed out before we reach Hogwarts.” Ron gazed pleadingly at Hermione, using the puppy dog look he’d perfected years ago with his mum.
“Fine, I’ll switch shifts with you then. You’ve got the last shift.” Hermione stood up, pulling her robes straight and checking for stowaway frogs.
“I love you!” Ron cried, throwing his arms melodramatically around Hermione.
“I love you too, do my homework?” Harry chimed in, draping himself across Hermione. He always missed this easygoing camaraderie over the summer. He smiled happily leaning into Ron and Hermione as Hermione made disgusted noises, and tried to wriggle out of it. A flash of movement in the doorway caught his eye.
“Weasley!” Draco Malfoy stood tensely in the doorway, scowling at them. One hand clenched in his pocket, the other wrapped around the door handle.
“What do you want Malfoy?” Ron managed to make the name sound equally distasteful. As Draco opened his mouth to answer, the train took a sharp right, sending them all sprawling in a wild tangle of arms, legs, and robes.
Harry’s back hit the floor painfully and his head banged sharply against the base of the bench he’d been sitting in only a short time before. There was a weight across his stomach and chest, someone had fallen on top of him. They moaned lowly and pushed themselves up with one hand. It was Malfoy, Harry realized with dismay; the boy’s face was only inches away from his own. Deep blue eyes regarded him intensely.
Harry gulped expecting some scathing comment or a knee in an unpleasant place, and felt Malfoy’s hair brush softly across his face. It was silky, like a caress. Harry swallowed nervously and Malfoy’s eyes dropped to his lips where they lingered, darkening slightly. Harry felt warmth creep slowly across his face and somewhere lower. He could feel Malfoy on top of him, warmth where their skin would be touching except for the robes. Harry’s face flamed, what the hell was wrong with him? Malfoy, chuckled softly, Harry could feel the other boy’s breath on his lips, warm, moist. He shut his eyes, and breathed deeply, trying to relax as he opened his mouth slightly, gulping in air.
Draco relaxed his arm, lowering himself still further, till his lips rested lightly on Harry’s, barely touching. With a shiver, Harry breathed and Draco deepened the kiss, from a butterfly touch to something much deeper. Harry groaned slightly, panicked and excited, shivering as he felt Draco’s body slide across his, hard muscles and soft woolen robe brushing over his skin.
Harry’s eyes flew open, as he felt a tendril of cool air, and the pressure on his chest eased. Hermione and Ron, oblivious, had just managed to untangle themselves, and Malfoy was now standing as well, his back to Harry as he walked towards the cabin’s door.
“What were you here for anyway?” Ron scowled, rubbing his head and glaring at Malfoy as if he could expel him by ill will alone.
Draco smiled angelically, “No reason, really, just . . . being friendly” he waved casually and stepped through the compartment door, walking off briskly as it slid shut with an abrupt click.
“That was odd” Hermione stared after him, biting her lower lip, “really odd.”
“All right” Ron declared, grabbing his bag, “go through your things, check for strange diaries, venomous insects, dark objects, transfigured death eaters, anything suspicious”
As Ron spread their luggage across the compartment, Hermione looked down at Harry, who was still laying sprawled across the floor “Are you all right? You’ve gone all pale, you didn’t hurt anything, did you?”
“N-no,” Harry stuttered “just bumped my head a bit I think, dazed is all” he ducked his head, and ran his fingers awkwardly through his hair. Had he just? No surely not. No nononononono.
“Are you sure? I have a few healing charms I’d like to try out” she looked at him eagerly, wand ready.
“You have a sickness Hermione,” Ron chided, as he took her by the shoulders and turned her firmly towards the door. “No experimenting on friends, that’s what Slytherins are for”
“But” Hermione protested, looking back at Harry longingly.
“No buts, you’re late for your patrol as it is. What an inauspicious way to begin the semester” Ron replied, sighing sadly.
“Your patrol” Hermione looked at him sourly before, stalking through the door, robes swirling dramatically around her. This time it slammed shut.
Next Chapter: Sorting the Challenge
A/N: Ah, so this thing will be pretty long, probably 20-30 chapters or something. Plenty of time to torment everyone! This is my first HP fanfic, so be kind ^^’. Comments and constructive criticism are welcomed/craved/treasured.
Evolving Magic: the Hogwarts Challenge
Chapter 1 Second Impressions
The scarlet train snaked across the rolling green hills of England’s countryside like some sort of mechanical serpent, slipping easily across rivers and sinuously through misty valleys.
“Well,” Ron said, clearing his throat and leaning back against the slightly threadworn and battered velvet upholstery of the train compartment’s bench, “what do you think it’ll be this year?”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking up from the new wizards card he’d gotten, as chocolate frogs hopped gleefully in and out of the bags at their feet.
“The first year it was the philosopher’s stone, then the chamber of secrets, Sirius, the goblet, the prophecy, you want me to keep going?” Ron grinned.
“Nothing, I hope.” Harry grimaced and turned back to his pile of unopened chocolate frogs, “I’m kind of ready for the quiet life, for at least one year” he sighed hopefully.
“Yeah” Ron’s grin got bigger. “But we’re all taking bets. There are three categories: the first is who this year\'s event will revolve around, the second is when it will happen, and the third is where it will happen. You write your guess down for each category on a card, and at the end of the semester, the person who’s closest gets it.”
“It?” Harry asked curiously
“This is the beautiful part, the Nimbus 2005 autographed by the entire Chudley Cannons team! Fred and George are running it and they’ve got the British and Irish Quidditch League as sponsors.”
Harry lunged for the cards, chocolate frogs, and bertie bott’s jelly beans scattering across the cabin like a skittle’s commercial.
“Come on” Ron turned to Hermione, who’d managed to fall asleep, slumped over one of her books. But she only muttered something, and clutched her book tighter as Ron tried to give her one of the forms.
“Leave her, I’ll fill one out for her” Harry offered, looking up from his entry.
“Dreaming about libraries, most likely” Ron said as he balanced chocolate frogs on her head, “she’s got to fill out her own though, those are the rules.”
Harry reached over and plucked the book from her hands. Or tried to, Hermione had a surprisingly strong grip. Before he knew it he was staring into a pair of slitted green eyes and the business end of a wand, “hands off the book, Harry” she growled menacingly.
“Just waking you up for your patrol, mate” Harry said as he eased away slowly from the book.
“Not very responsible, to nod off when you’ve got patrol duty, is it?” Ron teased, handing her a set of entry cards.
“Next thing you know, you’ll be falling asleep during potions” Harry added, shaking his head sadly.
“What are these for?” Hermione asked, ignoring them. She always fell asleep on trains, and they always did this.
“Contest” Ron replied.
“Nimbus 2005” Harry grinned.
“Not interested.” Hermione dropped the stack of cards into the nearest recycling receptacle.
“No!” Ron cried, lunging for the cards. “Just fill them out Hermione, we’ll trade you a book or something for the broom if you get it.”
“Right,” Hermione muttered, bending over the cards as she filled them in.
“Hurry, your patrol’s about to start!” Ron urged.
“No, that’s your patrol.” Hermione didn’t even look up. “Just because I fell asleep on the train, doesn’t mean I’ve gone stupid.”
“Told you it wouldn’t work.” Harry grinned at Ron and started fishing chocolate frogs out of Hermione’s hair.
“It’s just that I wanted to finish getting all of these cards handed out before we reach Hogwarts.” Ron gazed pleadingly at Hermione, using the puppy dog look he’d perfected years ago with his mum.
“Fine, I’ll switch shifts with you then. You’ve got the last shift.” Hermione stood up, pulling her robes straight and checking for stowaway frogs.
“I love you!” Ron cried, throwing his arms melodramatically around Hermione.
“I love you too, do my homework?” Harry chimed in, draping himself across Hermione. He always missed this easygoing camaraderie over the summer. He smiled happily leaning into Ron and Hermione as Hermione made disgusted noises, and tried to wriggle out of it. A flash of movement in the doorway caught his eye.
“Weasley!” Draco Malfoy stood tensely in the doorway, scowling at them. One hand clenched in his pocket, the other wrapped around the door handle.
“What do you want Malfoy?” Ron managed to make the name sound equally distasteful. As Draco opened his mouth to answer, the train took a sharp right, sending them all sprawling in a wild tangle of arms, legs, and robes.
Harry’s back hit the floor painfully and his head banged sharply against the base of the bench he’d been sitting in only a short time before. There was a weight across his stomach and chest, someone had fallen on top of him. They moaned lowly and pushed themselves up with one hand. It was Malfoy, Harry realized with dismay; the boy’s face was only inches away from his own. Deep blue eyes regarded him intensely.
Harry gulped expecting some scathing comment or a knee in an unpleasant place, and felt Malfoy’s hair brush softly across his face. It was silky, like a caress. Harry swallowed nervously and Malfoy’s eyes dropped to his lips where they lingered, darkening slightly. Harry felt warmth creep slowly across his face and somewhere lower. He could feel Malfoy on top of him, warmth where their skin would be touching except for the robes. Harry’s face flamed, what the hell was wrong with him? Malfoy, chuckled softly, Harry could feel the other boy’s breath on his lips, warm, moist. He shut his eyes, and breathed deeply, trying to relax as he opened his mouth slightly, gulping in air.
Draco relaxed his arm, lowering himself still further, till his lips rested lightly on Harry’s, barely touching. With a shiver, Harry breathed and Draco deepened the kiss, from a butterfly touch to something much deeper. Harry groaned slightly, panicked and excited, shivering as he felt Draco’s body slide across his, hard muscles and soft woolen robe brushing over his skin.
Harry’s eyes flew open, as he felt a tendril of cool air, and the pressure on his chest eased. Hermione and Ron, oblivious, had just managed to untangle themselves, and Malfoy was now standing as well, his back to Harry as he walked towards the cabin’s door.
“What were you here for anyway?” Ron scowled, rubbing his head and glaring at Malfoy as if he could expel him by ill will alone.
Draco smiled angelically, “No reason, really, just . . . being friendly” he waved casually and stepped through the compartment door, walking off briskly as it slid shut with an abrupt click.
“That was odd” Hermione stared after him, biting her lower lip, “really odd.”
“All right” Ron declared, grabbing his bag, “go through your things, check for strange diaries, venomous insects, dark objects, transfigured death eaters, anything suspicious”
As Ron spread their luggage across the compartment, Hermione looked down at Harry, who was still laying sprawled across the floor “Are you all right? You’ve gone all pale, you didn’t hurt anything, did you?”
“N-no,” Harry stuttered “just bumped my head a bit I think, dazed is all” he ducked his head, and ran his fingers awkwardly through his hair. Had he just? No surely not. No nononononono.
“Are you sure? I have a few healing charms I’d like to try out” she looked at him eagerly, wand ready.
“You have a sickness Hermione,” Ron chided, as he took her by the shoulders and turned her firmly towards the door. “No experimenting on friends, that’s what Slytherins are for”
“But” Hermione protested, looking back at Harry longingly.
“No buts, you’re late for your patrol as it is. What an inauspicious way to begin the semester” Ron replied, sighing sadly.
“Your patrol” Hermione looked at him sourly before, stalking through the door, robes swirling dramatically around her. This time it slammed shut.
Next Chapter: Sorting the Challenge
A/N: Ah, so this thing will be pretty long, probably 20-30 chapters or something. Plenty of time to torment everyone! This is my first HP fanfic, so be kind ^^’. Comments and constructive criticism are welcomed/craved/treasured.