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Chapter 9: The Invisibility Potion

It was 6:30 in the morning when Harry began to stir in his four poster bed. As he slowly opened his brilliant, green eyes he could just barley see the sunlight shining behind the maroon curtains that framed his bed.

The dark haired boy sat up lazily, and placed his round glasses upon his face. Yawning, Harry walked through the velvet curtains and looked through the window out toward the lake.

His mind thought back to yesterday morning when he had awoken to the soft, airy sounds of a flute. He had thought it to be a lingering part of a dream, a kind of half-woken haze, but when he opened his eyes he realized that the sound was as real as anything.

When he had looked out the window he had seen the new transfer student, Harara, playing the small instrument at the edge of the lake's shore where a mermaid was lounging upon the watery bank. She had been a vision of beauty that made his entire body feel warm. Her forest green hair had been gently flowing in the soft breeze, and the soft sound of her music seemed to engulf him in a deep-seated warmth.

Harry had thought about Harara all day long. At every class he made it a point to sit where he could watch her, and he had hoped to speak with her during their meals, but it seemed that she must eat her meals else where, because she was no where to be found inside the great hall. Harry had even gone to the extent of writing Sirius, telling him all about her, and asking him if he believed in love at first sight.

As he looked down upon the lonely lake shore, Harry sighed and wondered where Harara might be. He quickly dressed, took off through the common room, and continued out the picture hole.

When he finally made his way down to the great castle doors, he pushed them open, and squinted as the morning sunlight enveloped him, and shone in his eyes. Thinking she might return to the lake this morning, Harry swiftly made his way toward the shinning pool of water.

As he reached the shore he looked out across the lake into the forest, his eyes widening as he noticed something moving through the trees. Squinting he tried to catch a glimpse of the movement's source, and when he spied a figure emerging from the trees he knew who it was. Harara.

Looking puzzled, the dark haired teen sprinted around to the other side of the lake to join her.

Harara greeted the handsome boy with a warm smile, and after a few polite pleasantries about how beautiful the morning was, Harry's face turned into a puzzled look.

"What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest? Students aren't allowed in there, and I know first hand that it's not safe to wander off in there, especially alone."

Harara smiled and replied, "Oh, it's not as bad as all that, Harry,"

Then quickly changing the subject, "Would you like to have breakfast with me by the lake?"

Harry shot a puzzled look at Harara. Then not wanting to be rude or badger her, he cheerfully accepted her invitation.

After all, he was no one to be lecturing her about staying out of the Forbidden Forest.

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Harry grinned widely at Harara as he held open the door leading into the Potions classroom.

"Just don't smile at Snape and the class will go smoothly," Harry whispered in her ear, earning him a warm chuckle.

Cool grey eyes greeted Harara as the two Gryffindors entered into the dimly lit potions classroom. The torch light shone at just the right angle to make Draco's eyes appear to be tumbled hematite spheres. His mouth began to upturn into a smile as he spotted Harara coming into the room, but his expression immediately changed as Harry came up behind her placing his arm around her back, leading her to a desk in the back of the room.

Draco's eyes looked from one Gryffindor to the other, his expression blank and unreadable. As the pair sank into their seats, and Harry leaned over, whispering something into Harara's ear, the Slytherin turned around in his seat, and stared down at the large potions book on his desk. He wasn't reading the words though. He was sneering at them as if they had just taken his candy away.

‘What in the sodding hell is she doing with that blooit?!it?!' he mentally shouted at the text explaining the various uses for shrivelfig. ‘I swear if he puts his arm around her, or even touches her again he's going to be renamed The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Get-Up-Close-And-Personal-With-Draco-Malfoy's-Fist. Bugger throwing curses to hell! Tarring him apart with my hands would be so much more satisfying.'

His little mental conversation with his potions book was cut short by Blaise Zabini tapping him on the shoulder, and asking him to borrow his notes.

With little trouble Draco found said notes, turned around, and handed them to the dark haired Slytherin. Just as he was about to turn back around in his seat he found himself captive to a piercing green gaze.

He stared hard and deep into Harara's eyes, several emotions swirling around inside him. Lust and want; for apparent reasons. Anger; stupid Golden Boy! Anger again; at himself because he shouldn't care less about a Mudblood loving Gryffindor. None of these emotions showed on his face though. He just held her gaze, seemingly unemotionally.

At that moment the loud voice of Harry Potter broke the trance between the two.

"What are you staring at, Malfoy?"

Draco's cool grey eyes turned to Harry, who had an annoyed expression on his face, Draco's unreadable mask quickly turning to a furious expression.

"Shut up, Potter!" then before he could continue he quickly turned his gaze back to the front of the room as Professor Snape swept in, black robes billowing out behind him.

As the Professor came to the front of the room, Harry quickly leaned over to whisper in Harara's ear.

"What was that all about?"

Snape focused his dark eyes upon Harry.

"Mr. Potter, is it not possible for you to remain quiet during my
class? 10 points from Gryffindor!" then focusing his eyes upon Harara, "Ms. Morgan, change seats with Mr. Goyle."

Harara's eyes flickered over to the large, bulky boy, and then sighed heavily when she realized that Gregory Goyle was sitting next to Draco.

The green haired girl just sat still in her seat, staring into Snape's dark eyes. She really did not want to have to deal with being so close to Draco. She told herself after what happened the previous night with the Slytherin that she was going to avoid him at all costs.

"Well, Ms. Morgan," Snape said in a cool tone, his arm extended towards the seat where Goyle sat, indicating her to move there.

Slowly Harara gathered up her things, and made her way over to the chair next to Draco, who didn't even look up at her as she sat down next to him.

After she was seated, Professor Snape began explaining the potion they would make that day, an invisibility potion. It was an advanced potion that would not only make the drinker invisible, but everything that came in contact with their skin invisible as well. Though it required perfect timing of adding ingredients and skillful stirring techniques, it was relatively easy and quick to brew.

When Snape was finished teaching them about the ingredients and explaining brewing techniques, he told them to begin making their potions, and when it was ready, they were to only drink 3 drops of it, and that if they did not make stupid mistakes, they would be invisible for 9 minutes.

Very harshly Snape added, "And if I discover that any of you even so much as leave your seat while invisible, the punishment will be severe."

As the students began standing to team up with partners, Snape's eyes narrowed at the class. "You will be working with your table neighbors. I don't want a bunch of moving about the room switching."

The true reason he made this rule was because he didn't want Harara working with Potter, who it seemed she had taken a liking to. The boy seemed to constantly attract trouble everywhere he goes, and he didn't want Harara getting involved in any of his not so brilliant schemes. Malfoy was currently a much better choice in his opinion. Though he's an arrogant, self centered brat, he doesn't go out of his way looking for trouble. Well, at least not the overly dangerous kind, such as helping escaped convicts from Azkaban Prison, and trying to foul up Voldemont's plans. He also liked the fact that by splitting Harara and Harry up in class it gave him the chance to torture Potter by teaming him up with Goyle.

Both Harara and Malfoy glanced at each other for a quick moment, and then began pulling out the potion ingredients. Without a sound the pair began chopping and mashing the needed herbs, being careful to add them at the correct times, and stir them in the right directions for the needed periods of time.

As the last of the ingredients were added and stirred, they both looked at the murky yellowish liquid inside the black pewter cauldron. It needed to brew until it was clear like water, so they could do nothing more than sit and wait.

After about 5 minutes of a very uncomfortable silence, Draco looked at Harara, and practically spat out in a shallow whisper, "What the hell were you doing with that git?"

Harara stared at the Slytherin, narrowing her eyes.

"I really don't think that's any of your business. Besides I told you last night that I don't like you."

Harara quickly turned her eyes back to the bubbling cauldron as a frown spread across Draco's face.

"Looks like it's ready," Harara mumbled.

They both grabbed their droppers, and took exactly three drops of the clear liquid that evaporated instantly upon touching their tongues.

As the potion immediately was absorbed into Harara's tongue, it felt like it was rapidly expanding throughout her with an intense tingling sensation, as if all the molecules in her body were dancing. The sensation seemed to begin to spread, as if those moving molecules were reaching out, and mingling with others. She felt like she was all of a sudden very heavy, as if her physical body had expanded, but almost as soon as that feeling overcame her, it left, and she felt absolutely normal. When she looked down at her hands that were resting upon her lap, all she saw was the floor.

As she felt a pair of strong hands grasp her shoulders from behind, Harara jumped, startled, but as a warm breath caressed her neck a shiver ran down her spine, and she could hear Draco's voice whispering seductively into her ear.

"You say you hate me, but I think you are lying, trying to convince yourself that you do." He paused and slightly nibbled on the lobe of her ear. "If you truly hated me, then you would have never done what we did last night with me."

He paused momentarily, his fingers tracing little patterns along her neck, causing Harara's breath to become uneven, warmth spreading through out her body.

"And I don't mean just the act," he continued, his voice low and smooth. "It was more than just a quick shag. I saw the way you looked at me as I took you. I felt the emotion in our kiss as I filled you. And I can feel the way you are responding to me right now. So intense, and passionate, and warm. So much more than just common lust that can be stated by anyone."

His hands began to slowly creep down the front of her shoulders until they where lightly and softly massaging her full, heaving breasts. Harara felt Draco's lips kissing the back of her neck ever so gently as he twisted her hardening nipples through the thin material of her school robes. Harara sighed deeply and tilted her head back so that it was resting on Draco's muscular chest.

"I can't be with you, Draco. You are the exact opposite of everything I believe in, and there are things about me that you don't know, and wouldn't understand or except," she said whispering quietly.

Draco's breath was hot against her ear as an aggravated sigh escaped his lips, and his hands moved from her breasts, and rested firmly on the tops of her shoulders.

"If you think I am so easily swayed and dismissed, then you are greatly mistaken."

His hands traveled down her slender arms, caressing them lightly, and then moved to the tops of her perfectly shaped thighs, parting them just enough to make room for his hands to massage the insides of them.

Running his hands back up her body, and over her breasts, she felt Draco lightly kissing her neck, his tongue tracing a pulsing vein, teasing her flesh. As his lips stopped teasing her skin, and his hands leave her body, Harara heard his soft, slow footsteps, and then felt something brush against the front of her legs.

Harara gave a small jump as she felt Draco grasp both of her hands, and by the way his chest was rubbing against the front of her knees, she he he was kneeling in front of her.

Slowly, he released her hands and started to massage her thighs, his tender hands caressing her skin, making her body betray her once again. Very gently he pushed her legs apart, spreading them so that he was kneeling between them.

Harara felt his strong hands travel up her smooth thighs until they arrived at her moistening pussy, his fingers firmly massaging the thin silky material that separated his hand from her damp treasure box. Then very quickly his fingers traveled to the tops of her panties, and began to pull them down.

Harara was lost in a coiling and churning of emotional heat as she lifted her backside up so Draco could slip her panties down over the legs until they were completely off. She felt his hands run all the way back up her smooth, spread legs until they returned to teasing her now very hot and wet pussy.

Not wanting to give away her situation, Harara held back the moan that had begun to rise in her throat as Draco's fingers worked her expertly into a frenzy. She felt as if she was bound, blindfolded, and gagged as she sat there having to remain still and quiet as Draco continued his attentions on her tight box, his fingers ever so lightly caressing her clit, then dipping inside her.

Just as her body was about to explode into a crazed orgasm, she felt Draco's fingers withdraw from her pussy, traveling down her spread thighs, and massaging gently before his touch left her body all together, leaving her pouting softly to herself as she was left wanting more.

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Harry frowned as he listened to Snape's scolding. He watched Harara's completely blank expression as she gathered up her things. She seemed almost in a trance as she left her seat without so much as glancing at him, and went to sit next to Malfoy while Goyle staggered his way towards Harry snickering.

Shortly there after, Harry and Goyle began crushing their herbs into a fine powder, and adding them to the cauldron. Periodically he'd have to dodge an herb being thrown at his head from Goyle, who always took great pleasure in torturing Harry.

Every now and then his eyes would shoot across the room to where Harara and Malfoy sat. One second they were completely ignoring each other as if they didn't know the other was alive, and then the next second they looked like they were having a quiet argument while Malfoy wore a huge frown.

Shortly thereafter, both Harara and Malfoy completely vanished out of sight. Their potion must have worked.

Harry quickly turned his gaze upon his and Goyle's bubbling cauldron. The gross yellow color had become completely clear, indicating that it was ready to be taken.

Harry looked up as he saw Ron and Hermione turn around with their droppers filled with the clear liquid.

Ron smiled at him and said, "Cheers, Harry," as he and Hermione drank took drops together.

The raven haired Gryffindor watched his friends become completely invisible before he began to fill his own dropper.

Harry and Goyle shot each other a nasty look before dropping the liquid into their mouths.

Within a few short seconds of the liquid being absorbed into Harry's tongue, neither he, nor Goyle where anywhere to be seen.

Harry gave a startled jump back as he felt a pair of hands start massaging his thighs. The invisible hands applied more pressure when they felt Harry jump, and then continued their stroking, almost reassuring him that they were not there to cause harm.

The set of hands traveled up his thighs until they were caressing his cock through his pants, making not only his mind whirl trying to think of who could be touching him like that, but also making his insides seem to whirl as his cock began to rapidly harden.

"Harara is that you?" Harry whispered into the air in front of him.

At the moment he said that the hands stopped, just resting upon his bulging hard-on, then after a few quick seconds they resumed their attentions, stroking the now very hard flesh through his clothing.

Harry felt the hands unbutton his pants, letting his engorged cock spring free, then immediately thereafter a hand wrapped around his grown member, and started stroking up and down as another invisible hand massaged his balls.

The hands worked their way up and down Harry's long shaft swiftly, and firmly, milking him into a hot state, the new sensation of someone besides himself touching him making a searing heat expand from his gut throughout his body.

It didn't take long at all before Harry was biting his lip to keep from moaning out loudly as he felt himself explode, sticky, invisible cum shooting out of Harry's large cock.

Harry felt the hands still traveling up and down his amazing shaft, rubbing the slippery cum all over his cock before they finally left.

In the next moment he was smiling to himself, and putting his still sticky cock away in his pants.

Harara closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths. Her pussy was absolutely on fire as Draco's hands left her. She could feel that her thighs were soaked with her juices as she wiggled slightly in her seat, and after a very long minute of absolute sexual anguish and frustration, her body began to only slightly relax.

As Harara opened her flashing hot pink eyes, she realized that she was once again visible, and turned her head to look at Draco, who gave her a very wide, almost evil grin. Harara didn't know whether to smile or scream at him as he coyly winked at her. Luckily she was saved having to make that decision by the sound of the bell ringing, signaling that the class was over.

Harara began to rise from her seat when she realized that Draco had never put her panties back on. She shot Draco a puzzled, almost worried look.

As he caught on to her problem he let out a hardy laugh, and patted his pocket. Then before Harara could say a single word, Draco swiftly swept toward the door, and out of the classroom.
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