Write a Review

Mr. Weasley, Sir

Chapter 1: An Announcement

It was a usual day at Hogwarts. Wake up, get ready, go to breakfast, morning announcements, go to classes, eat lunch, continue classes, eat dinner, afternoon announcements, relax, sleep, and repeat. Typically, relaxing consisted of doing homework, playing cards with all the boys, study, the girls playing with each others hair, avoiding pranks from Fred, George, and Lee, reading with Hermione, practicing spells, all the good stuff. However, it was this constant routine that made Sarai happy. Had she been anywhere else, with anyone else, life would be a bore. She loved everything about her life right now. She was dating none other than Harry Potter, the boy who lived, she's friends with the funniest and sweetest people, and she goes to the best school for witchcraft and wizardry. Life couldn't be better.

Sarai stepped out of the classroom, making her way to the common room. She had an open period at the end of the day which normally consisted of her sneaking to the astronomy tower and drawing in a sketchbook that Harry had gotten her for Christmas just the year before. Today was more of a stressful day, Professor Snape was in a particularly worse mood than usual and took his anger out on Sarai after she'd accidentally broken her quill and needed one to borrow. He kept her after class, lectured her, and caused her to be late for Charms which Professor Flitwick wasn't too happy about either. It was as though the day was plotted against her and all she wanted was to relax alone at the tower.

She turned the corner to into another corridor, seeing a group of girls just ahead of her giggled and clapping in excitement. Sarai immediately noticed a ravenclaw girl she recognized and it seemed she noticed her as well. The asian female met her in the corridor halfway with a smile.

"Hey," Her voice faint.

"What's going on?" Sarai asked.

Cho looked back at the group of girls, "Rumor has it there's going to be a ball this year."

"A ball?"

"Yes!" A girl cut in, "A Christmas ball. Supposedly, Dumbledore wants to reward us for all of our hard work and decided a Christmas ball would be something we'd all enjoy."

Sarai smiled, "It would be nice. Have he no idea of Slughorn's party though?"

"Oh he must know, but only people invited are allowed to go and this ball is going to be an all-student-body event." She sighed in happiness to herself, "I think it's romantic."

Cho stood awkwardly, "I hope I can bring Cedric. I'm sure he'd love to see all of you again. I'm sure no outside dates are allowed, though."

"I'm sure he'd make an exception," Sarai encouraged. "And you, Hannah? Since it's all-so romantic for you, who is your dream date?"

Hannah shrunk down, lowering her head slightly and her face flushing. "Oh, nobody."

Sarai and Cho exchanged looks, "Not Neville Longbottom, perhaps?"

Her eyes widened and her head shot up, "Of course not! I mean- He's great, but.." She seemed at a loss of words, struggling to somehow cover up the crush everyone knew she had.

"It's okay. We get it," Cho giggled.

"Anyway, I guess we'll see if Dumbledore announces it today. I'll see you later," Sarai waved and continued past the group of squealing girls.

A Christmas ball? The last ball Hogwarts had was two years ago, the Yule ball. Sarai had gone with Harry and that sparked their relationship. She smiled thinking about it. Harry, in desperate need of a date, asked her as a friend. However, in the eye's of everyone else, they went as dates. Sarai had a crush on Harry since their second year. As far as Harry's feelings go, she had no idea when he began to fall for her. The Yule ball, however, was the start to their ongoing relationship.

Sarai tried to teach Harry how to dance so he wouldn't embarrass himself, but Harry naturally had two left feet. Ever since, whenever they're alone together, they dance and he's much since improved. The night of the Yule ball, Ron and Hermione got into an argument and he left early. Harry and Sarai made sure not to let it ruin her night and got her back into the dancing mood in no time. Eventually, Harry and Sarai snuck away from the crowd and ended up at the astronomy tower. It was the first time they ever had a deep conversation with each other, they were both vulnerable. Harry let out how he truly felt about not having a mom and dad. How terribly it hurt him to know that his only family member left was meant to be kept in hiding for the rest of his life. How he had no siblings to share with and play with growing up. He was completely honest, with no mask of happiness, he was Harry.

This conversation lasted longer than they'd intended, talking until near sunrise. It was a moment they'd share forever. That entire week afterwards was filled with conversations by the tower, they even had their first kiss there, and it was the place Harry officially asked her to be his girlfriend. All thanks to the Yule ball.

Sarai walked into the common room, fortunately nobody was in there, it was peaceful. Sarai walked up the stairs slowly and walked into her dorm room and going to her chest in front of her bed. She opened it and looked for her sketchbook. There wasn't many things in her chest, mainly school books, notebooks, pencils and paints. She skimmed around for the steel blue sketchbook, unable to find it. She closed the chest, sighing and looking around.

"I could've sworn I left it here," She muttered to herself.

She tried to think of the last time she had it, staring at the door.

"I went to the astronomy tower.. Wednesday." She whispered, "Brought it with me. Harry met me after his class finished. We stopped for dinner, we went to his dorm so he could grab something.. Did I ever come here to drop it off?" She thought, focusing. "I don't think so."

Sarai stood up and walked out of her dorm. She continued down the stairs, walking to the boys dorm rooms on the opposite side. She walked towards Harry's dorm door and just as she was about to walk in, she heard someone inside. She furrowed her eyebrows, staying as quiet as possible. A faint moan was audible from were she was standing and her eyes widened as she covered her mouth. She looked down the stairs, wanting to run, feeling as though she was invading the persons privacy. Just as she was about to step down, the person moaned louder and she was sure the voice belonged to her boyfriend.

Waiting to hear them again, she pressed her ear to the door and placed her hand on the door knob. Another time and she was just it was Harry. She turned the knob, but it was locked. Suddenly, the noise stopped and she decided to knock on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and the boy stood in front of her, his round glasses almost falling off his nose. His face was completely flushed and he sighed in relief when he saw her.

"Hi.." She said softly.

"H-Hey," He whispered.

She peeked into the room, "I came to grab my sketchbook."

"Oh," He moved so she could walk in. He kept his hands low, trying to cover the obvious erection under his pants.

Sarai walked to his bed, seeing her sketchbook on his nightstand. She looked at it then turned to him. "Need help there?"

His face turned pink as he locked the door again, "How'd you know?"

"You forgot to use a certain charm."

He shut his eyes in disappointment, "I did."

She shook her head, walking towards him. "Should you not be in class?" She questioned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I was, but then.." He motioned downwards, wrapping her arms around her waist tightly and pulling her body closer to his.

"Mm," She kissed him softly. "And what exactly caused this.. situation to occur?"

He smiled and kissed her, "Well." He began speaking between kisses. "My mind.. cluttered up.. with thoughts.. of this very beautiful girl.."

"Really?" She pulled away from him, flashing an unsure look. "Who might that be?"

He pulled her body against his, "The world may never know." He brought a hand behind her neck, pulling her into a deep kiss.

Sarai brought them closer, pulling him in with her arms and letting her fingers run through the back of his hair. Harry let his hand travel up her thigh and her waist. His touch sent immediate shivers down her spine as she melted into him. It had been a while since things had gotten heated this way. Harry would always express to her that he was busy with Quidditch so their time together has been cut short recently.

Sarai pulled away, "You have to get back to class."

"So soon?" He pouted.

"As soon as I'm done, you're going back." She let both her hands travel down his torso. She got onto her knees slowly, looking up at him. He muttered, muffliato, under his breath, watching her intently. She unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down and revealing his boxers and his hard cock that was clearly visible underneath. She smiled, using her hand to stroke him over his boxers. His body slowly tensed up as he watched.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Never better," He smirked.

She used both hands to pull down his boxers, uncovering his erection. She wrapped her hand around him and with moved her hand back in forth in slow strokes. He bit his lip, staring down at her. He brought his hand to her chin, rubbing his thumb against her lips.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asked.

Sarai brought her tongue to the tip of his penis, pre-cum already beginning to drip out. She flicked her tongue against him and smiled when his body switched a bit. She sucked on just the tip of his dick, using her hand to continue stroking what wasn't covered by her mouth. He groaned softly, causing goosebumps to form on her arms. After a few seconds, she took his cock in completely, causing him to moan out. She took in all of him and began to bob her head back and forth slowly.

"Fuck," Harry groaned out.

She continued at this pace then pulled away to catch her breath, replacing her mouth with her hand. She stroked him quickly, knowing it'd only be a matter of time before classes would end or a student would try walking in. She deepthroated him again, sucking hard and thrusting her head back and forth quicker this time. Harry placed his hand on her head gripping onto a handful of her hair.

He tossed his head back a bit, "Holy fuck, Sarai." He moaned out loudly.

She could feel him getting harder and harder as the seconds went by. She pulled away once again, stroking him with her hand even quicker, looking up at him. Harry brought his gaze back to her, making eye contact. His cheeks were rosy pink and he seemed to be getting hot. Sarai's heart beat quickened as she took his member in once again, knowing he'd cum soon. Her hand traveled up his stomach and she felt him grabbing her hair once again, moving her back and forth quickly. His breathing stiffened, sucking in breaths between his teeth.

"I'm gonna-" He moaned out, "Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Ah," He groaned loudly.

Sarai's mouth was soon filled with his warm semen, and she forced herself to swallow it in order to not make a mess. She gagged slightly, but eventually relaxed and catches her breath. Harry was breathing heavily his body slowly loosening. He looked down at Sarai, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her up into a messy kiss. He placed one hand firmly on her hip and the other one on the side of her neck, keeping her firmly in place.

"We should go," She muttered against his lips.

He shook his head, "Not yet."


He pulled away, seemingly annoyed. "Fine."

"You have to get back to class," She explained.

"Why can't we stay here? I can go next time."

"We can't stay here and risk getting caught."

"Nobody's going to come in here," He stated as he fixed his pants.

Sarai shook her head, "No. You need to go to class."

He sighed, "Can I at least go with you to the astronomy tower?"

"What if someone from your class sees you?"

He went to his chest and pulled out his invisibility cloak.

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Okay. Then yes, but only this once."

The walk to the astronomy tower was quiet. Sarai walked, trying to pretend there wasn't a boy walking beside her under a cloak. As much as she wanted to spend time with him, she thought that him being in class was the best idea. Recently, she'd been feeling as though their relationship was changing. Almost as though his love for her has lessened or was fading away with time. Even though she'd try not to think of it that way, it always crossed her mind that maybe the only reason he would beg to spend time with her was to only get out of going to classes. Whenever they were together, it was normally the same thing. Either the astronomy tower, which were slowly becoming his nap times or in his dorm whenever nobody's there.. to do exactly what she did not too long ago. Whenever they're in crowds or with Ron and Hermione, it's almost as though she's not even there. He claims to be busy with Quidditch or with class work most of the time, but she never actually knows where he is.

It crosses her mind often, whether or not she's been doing something wrong to cause this change and whether or not this relationship was going to last at all. Being around him made her think about it more, him not being around only made it more believable. It was hard to figure out.

They sat down and Harry laid down, using the cloak as a pillow. He was facing upward, looking at the ceiling far above them. Sarai decided to draw the Burrow. Every year, she, Hermione, and Harry spend Christmas break there. It was her second home, really. She tried to recall as many details as she could and drew them as they came to her mind. She glanced at Harry every now and then, but tried hard not to keep her attention on him for too long.

"You alright?" His voice broke the silence a few seconds later.

She stopped what she was doing to look at him, but he was still staring at the ceiling. "Yes, I'm alright. Why do you ask?"

He shrugged, "I just feel like you're sad. Like you've got something on your mind that's bothering you." He sat up and turned to face her, "Actually, I've been thinking that for quite some time now. Is something wrong?"

Sarai shook her head, "What could possibly be wrong?"

"You tell me. You don't even want to hang out with me anymore. Have I done something?"

"Of course not," She looked down at her notebook. "Of course I want to spend time with you."

"So what's the matter?"

"I feel like you don't."

"What? I-"

"I know," She cut him off. "I know you're skipping class to be with me, but I feel like that's the only reason. To skip class, not actually be with me."

"Why would you think something like that?"

"Harry," Sarai sighed. "Harry, I never know where you are. You always say Quidditch practice.. but sometimes I'll see Fred and George in the halls. I tell myself they're just taking a bathroom break, but I can't bring myself to believe that."

Harry's expression turned guilty.

"Or you'll say you're too busy with school work and need to be alone when all I want is your company. Just to be in the same room while you do your work because I miss you. And whenever we're around other people, it's as though you forget I exist. So tell me, am I wrong for feeling the way I do?"

He brought himself beside her, grabbing her hand. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. I promise you, it's not like that at all. I love you and I do want to spend time with you, I do. This isn't an escape from class. I'm sorry for making you feel that way."

"I'm scared," She whispered and tightened her grip around his hand. "I feel like our relationship is dying. We're losing our spark."

"Hey.." He brought her hand to his lips, planting soft kisses on it. "Don't say that. I'll do better, okay?" He caressed her cheek softly.

They fell quiet again and as the minutes went by, her doubts only became stronger. She could read him, and his words only felt like empty promises. Time flew by and eventually, she closed the sketchbook and looked at him.

"You know what'll make it up to me?" She asked.

He looked at her quickly.

"Take me to the Christmas ball."

He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "What?"

"The Christmas ball, supposedly Dumbledore is going to announce it at dinner-"

"Dinner!" Harry cut her off, "What time is it? We're gonna be late for dinner."

He stood up quickly and waved at her, rushingly. He walked quickly away from the tower as she stood. "Thanks," She whispered. Sarai ran after him, catching up to him as quickly as she possibly could, which wasn't easy. He finally began to slow down once the doors to the Great Hall were in sight. Fred and George were about to walk in, spotting them. A grimly smile grew on Fred's face as they reached them.

"Well, well, well.. the two lovebirds are just barely on time for dinner?" Fred started.

"It's not like that," Harry explained.

Fred scoffed. Sarai sighed and rolled her eyes, seeing George staring at her. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but he didn't seem as amused as Fred was with the situation.

"So you two just happen to be— nearly late, because you were, 'talking'?"

"Yes," Harry answered.

"Then why are you two out of breath and a little sweaty? I mean truly, I don't object to whatever was going on, but I'd be more careful of the time." Fred winked.

Harry groaned, "It's really not like that."

Fred rolled his eyes, "Whatever. You're lucky we're here to make it seem less suspicious."

Harry and Fred stood in front as George moved to stand beside Sarai. She stayed quiet as they opened the doors to the Great Hall.

"You know you should me more careful," The ginger boy beside her stated softly.

Sarai looked up at him, "What?"

"I mean, like Freddie said, keeping track of the time. Or maybe even waiting until after."

"We didn't do anything, we just talked."

"Yes, bodies can do a lot of talking, Johnson."

She glared at him, "Seriously? We were at the astronomy tower, talking. And even if we were doing anything else, it's not any of your business anyway." She snapped at him and rushed to sit beside Hermione.

"Where were you?" The brunette girl asked.

"Drawing," She lifted the sketchbook in her hand. "Lost track of time and couldn't even bring it back to the dorm."

Hermione smiled, "I guess you can get lost when you're that talented."

Sarai nudged her, "Don't flatter me."

Ron, was clearly hungry and said no words until the food finally appeared before us. He so-desperately wanted to eat before saying a word. Things were just as they always were, Harry speaking to everyone, but Sarai. Soon, Dumbledore began to speak.

"As some may have already heard, I have a special announcement to make." The long, white bearded man began. "I know this year, for some students, is harder than most. So it is with great pleasure, that I and your fellow professors have decided, that in three weeks time.. Hogwarts is to host a Christmas ball."

The school broke out into cheers of excitement and applause. Dumbledore lifted his hand, silencing the room. "Now, I want this event to run smoothly and be a great pass-time for all of you. All years are welcome to join us in celebration. Students from Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic are allowed to join us, only through invitation of a student from Hogwarts. We will announce more information on the schedule for this ball in later time. Until then, finish up your dinners and enjoy the rest of your day."

Everyone applauded as he went back to his seat. Hermione looked at Sarai, excitedly, but her attention was on Harry. He appeared to be focused on something else as the applause closed to an end. She followed his gaze to see he was staring at Ginny and Dean. Ginny had her arm interlocked with Deans, smiling wide at him. They had been arguing recently, but seemed quite happy in this moment. Harry's expression was almost sad, or even jealous. Sarai stared at him, trying to read every last movement he may have made. Soon, Ron snapped him out of his trance.

"Well, I'd assume you two are going with each other?" He asked.

Harry looked at Ron, then me. "Of course," He said in a bittersweet tone.

"What about you Hermione? Going to ask Viktor Krum? Or maybe even Cormac, he seems to fancy you a lot."

"Shut it, Ron." Sarai cut in quickly. "Who will you be going with? Lavender Brown? She seems to snog you a lot."

Ron quickly lowered his head, finishing up his food. Hermione thanked Sarai under her breath. "Honestly, I think you should take Hermione. Even if it's just as friends. We could all go together. No Lavender in sight."

Hermione almost spat out her drink and Ron's eyes grew wide. Harry looked at the three of them back and forth, unsure what to say or do.

"Take Hermione?" Ron asked as though the idea were barbaric.

"Yes," Sarai replied. "I mean, why not? It's clear you're jealous anyway. Jealous that Krum kissed her and you haven't and jealous of Cormac wanting to be with her and knowing it's a possibility. Yes, he's absolutely vile and his personality is dreadful, but the idea of Hermione with another guy upsets you."

Ron's face was turning a light shade of pink as she spoke. "Why else spend time snogging someone as clingy as Lavender? You just wanted to make Hermione upset after finding out she kissed Krum, which is entirely your fault since you didn't want to ask her to the Yule ball yourself. Might as well not make that same mistake this year."

They all stayed silent. Hermione had a hint of a smile on her face and Ron couldn't bring himself to look at them. Harry, awkwardly finished up his food in silence and Sarai giggled to herself. Eventually, they left to their dorms and whether or not Ron would take her advice was unknown. It didn't matter either, all she worried about was why Harry was so focused on Ginny and Dean, and if their relationship was going to change at all.
Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.