Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 36 : 35. Here are the Champions!

How dare this creep come to our house and ask Harry that?! By what right ? Being the son of a minister didn't make him a match for Harry, no one was! Oh, how I dreamed of closing my hands around his neck and crushing his windpipe with my thumbs. I had more and more urges to kill that I had to ignore, but this one, oh this one... I doubted I would be able to forget it, especially since this idiot wasn't going to give up. How to do ? How can we put this idiot to death as soon as possible? I didn't want to see Harry blush because of him, react because of him! It was out of the question! Harry couldn't accept being courted anyway! He belonged to me! He just had to finally understand it... I will bide my time... I will shine in his eyes like no one has ever been able to do.

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Harry was still groggy as he sat at the Gryffindor table with his friends. There was a bit of chatter around while Ron glared at people to keep them away and prevent them from making jokes. Dean Thomas was largely hilarious and ready to spill the beans, followed by his friend Seamus Finnigan, the Weasley twins and other acolytes. At the same time, it was the first time they had seen something like this in their school. Not that court requests were absent but they were rarely made in public and in such an abrupt manner. Harry couldn't find any color, he feared that it would reach Thomas's ears before he could talk to him about it... Which would inevitably be the case. Unless he sends a letter tonight! Yes, here is the solution to avoid the wrath of the black mage! Who in reality would have no reason to scold him. He remained speechless in astonishment at the request and Oblansk suggested he think about it with a perfectly annoying little arrogant smile.

-Harry, are you okay, buddy?

-…Yeah, it’ll be fine. I...I didn't expect something like that.

-It shows. This guy has some nerve!

Harry nodded briefly, meeting Malfoy's gaze. Oh shit. Even more trouble. The blond looked like a cat that had been able to drink all the cream it wanted. Harry wanted to believe that Thomas wouldn't believe a word that came from the Slytherin but Malfoy... The father was pretty much his right-hand man as far as he knew. And Lucius didn't hold it in his heart and Harry would never forget that the man had tried to kill him. Impossible to sweep that under the rug for his part and impossible to think that the blond boy wasn't going to try to get him in trouble. He clenched his fists under the table and glared challengingly at Malfoy. His enemy's smile widened, proof that he would rise to the challenge. Harry was going to have trouble sleeping tonight...

-What are you going to do ?

Harry turned to Neville who was looking at him with a look of concern and comfort at the same time. What was he going to do? Say no, obviously! Except that from what he knew, he had to give the reasons for his refusal and he couldn't see himself saying "In fact, there's a black mage who says that I'm his and I can't say no to him because you understand, he is certainly more dangerous than you. » Especially since their relationship was much more complex than that. Harry took off his glasses to run a tired hand over his face. If only this hadn't happened. What reasons did Oblansk have for proposing such a thing? Harry hadn't done anything incredible lately… It didn't make any sense. If it was just a question of politics... And in truth, politics was everything, he knew that well. It was because of Dumbledore's political power that Voldemort had taken the path of armed revolt. He suddenly wanted to bang his head against the table. Yes, he had power but not that much... Right? Hey, that was a good question, that… How far could his political weight already go at this moment? He would ask Neville that later, his grandmother could have been very vocal about it.

-I can not accept.

-Why not ? You never seemed to pay attention to sex.

Harry blinked several times at this unexpected statement. Oh well, he did that? He looked questioningly at Neville who blushed.