Chapter 21: The REAL Chapter 21
Notes:
I had misplaced a chapter along the way. Here it is
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Harry looked down at the watch. It was solid yellow now. He needed to deal with it before he went to sleep. Only Tonks was in an Order meeting and Hermione had just left him. He wasn't sure if he could just chase her down.
He hadn't tried taking care of things himself. Harry hurried upstairs to his room. The door closed on its own. He pulled off his shirt as he walked, tossing it to the side, then he kicked off his shoes and socks. By the time he made it to his bed he was down to his boxers.
Harry had just started to stroke himself hard when someone knocked on his door. They didn't wait for an answer. He dove into bed, covering himself with his blankets. Dumbledore strode in, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed. The Headmasters eyes lacked that distinct twinkle. He was also rather obviously avoiding meeting his gaze. Usually, Dumbledore looked just about everyone in the eyes.
"Ah, Harry." Dumbledore said it like he had just happened to find him in passing. "Madam Bones informed me of your condition. I have come to assess it myself."
Harry stared blankly up at the man. He shrugged and motioned for him to continue.
Dumbledore produced a gnarled looking wand and began to wave it in precise, cutting movements. Harry rocked back. His head bounced against the headboard with a loud THUNK. The power coming off of that wand was nothing like he had ever felt before. He could feel his core, that was what Bones called it, grip the magic, and greedily consume it. It hurt.
"Stop." Harry grunted through the pain.
Dumbledore, in his infinite wisdom, did not. The old man began work even harder. Harry glanced down at his watch to see that it was glowing bright red.
"I SAID STOP." Harry commanded.
A pulse of pure power erupted from Harry, just like after the dementor had kissed him. Only this time was on a completely different scale. Dumbledore was launched across the room while the wand went flying in a different direction.
Harry could feel everything in the house. His magic filled the house. He suddenly knew each and every rune that had been set into the foundation. There were rooms that had been hidden for years, some that Sirius didn't even know about. A catalogue of the magical artifacts in the house settled in his mind. He knew who had been allowed to learn the Fidelius Charm, and he knew that he could change it with a thought.
He was pulled from the rush of information as Dumbledore stumbled to his feet.
"Oh, my head." Dumbledore muttered.
"FUCK YOUR HEAD AND THE NECK IT RODE IN ON." Harry sprang from the bed, tossing the covers to the floor.
He stalked over to Dumbledore. The old wizards gawked at him as he approached, an expression of awe mingled with terror played across his features.
"Albus." Harry gripped the old man by the shoulder.
The old man stared at Harry. Dumbledore tried to force his face back to something more befitting the Headmaster before a student. Harry held up his watch.
"Were you informed what this means?" Harry didn't wait for an answer. "It means that, not only am I able to use wild magic, but that it will obey my subconscious desires. The only way to bring my power under control is for me to find a way to release the excess magic. If you spoke to Madam Bones, then you know the only consistently proven method is sex."
Dumbledore looked up at Harry. It was then he realized that the young man had began to float. Harry was on the shorter side of his year; he wouldn't look out of place with younger students. Contrary to that, Dumbledore was of decent height. For him to have to look up at Harry, the young wizard had to be floating at least a foot off the ground.
"Here is what is going to happen." Harry's eyes were glowing. "This year, you're going to set me up with my own private room. It will only answer me and who I allow. Then, I'm going to bring a steady string of women and fuck them senseless."
"Harry, such language is-"
"Perfectly fitting in the situation." Harry interrupted. "I suggest you head back to Hogwarts and get my room in order."
Dumbledore finally got control of his face. He schooled his expression behind a mask of detached professionalism. The Headmaster nodded once before he turned and left the room.
Harry took a deep breath. He settled back on the ground as he let it out. Footsteps thundered up the stairs, he turned toward the door. The group came to a stop as his blazing emerald eyes took them in. Sirius was at the front of the group, followed closely by his friends, the twins, and Tonks. Harry knew that Molly was holding Ginny back from joining them. He could feel where everyone was in the house. His magic filled it completely.
"Padfoot." Harry strolled over to the doorway. "Would you kindly explain what is going on to my friends? I need to speak with Tonks."
"I can help." Hermione stepped in front of Tonks.
"Really, now?" Tonks gave the young woman a sly smile.
"I can too." Ron snapped. "Harry's my friend."
Harry didn't even try to fight the wave of laughter that brought.
"Come on, lads." Sirius moved back towards the stairs. "It is time for me to tell you a tale."
Tonks stepped into the room. Hermione slipped in behind her before she could close the door.
"Hermione." Harry had an edge in his voice that made her shiver.
"I want to help." Hermione forced herself to look him in the eyes.
The glow from Harry's eyes flashed. A sudden rush of air over her skin told Hermione that she was now naked. Tonks and Harry were as well. The pink haired woman scampered over to him. She let out a little giggle as she pushed him onto the bed and climbed atop.
"I haven't had a threesome in a long time." Tonks slid up along his torso.
Harry lifted her up, adjusting her so he could reach her cunt with his mouth. He lowered her down to his face, meeting her slit with his tongue. Tonks leaned her head back and moaned. She shot a look at Hermione.
"Be a doll and suck his cock." Tonks winked at the younger witch.
She let out a happy moan before she could say anything more. Hermione straightened her posture as she walked over to join them on the bed. She had never given a blowjob before. Aside from romance novels, her only experience came from listening to the girls in her dorm.
Hermione stopped at the edge of the bed. She studied Harry's hard, throbbing dick. It was bigger than she remembered. Of course, she didn't have much time to get a good look at him last time. It was long and thick. She wrapped a hand around it and was able to put her other above it with a bit more space. The girth filled her grip, allowing her fingers to just barely touch.
There hadn't been much foreplay when she had slept with Victor. He had been sweet, and more awkward than she expected. She had to practically jump him for him to get the hint. Ron tried his best to ruin her night, but she wasn't going to let a silly argument derail her plans.
"I said suck it, not stroke him." Tonks looked over her shoulder.
Hermione nodded. She leaned closer, feeling the heat radiating from him. His scent was intoxicating. She tried to think of what to do next. Sticking out her tongue, she licked his shaft like an ice cream cone.
Tonks gasped.
"He liked that." Tonks smiled at her.
Hermione nodded. She licked his shaft again. Her saliva made stroking him much smoother. She kept one hand working his shaft while the other began to play with his sack. Part of her marveled at the feel of them. She swore she could feel them churning under her touch, preparing the loads that he would release.
"He… of, fuck… he really… right there… really, likes that." Tonks trailed off, her words melting into moans.
She didn't give the older witch any more attention. Bracing her hands on the bed beside him, she moved her mouth up to the crown of his cock. Her tongue circled along the edge of the cap before placing a wet kiss on the tip. Tonks bucked and writhed.
Hermione shot the older witch a glare. Her prize had been wrenched from her lips due to the sudden movements. Hermione pushed herself up, she grabbed Tonks by the waist, and shifted her off of Harry. Tonks fell to the side in a tangle of orgasmic bliss.
Once she was out of the way, Hermione returned her attention to the task at hand. She slid the head of his cock into her mouth without hesitation. His moans resonated through his body, causing his cock to vibrate against her lips.
She bobbed a few times before popping off of him. Her hands stroked him while her mouth rested.
"Is that good?" She asked looking up at him.
Harry stared at her with unfocused eyes. He nodded. She gave him a proud smile before dropping her head once more. Hermione pushed herself to bob faster. She couldn't take him too deep yet, honestly she doubted she'd ever be able to deep throat him, but she did her best.
"Mione." Harry moaned. "Going to cum. Stop."
Hermione paused her motion. She waited for him to elaborate.
"I want to fuck you." Harry groaned.
Her cheeks felt hot. His cock made a pop sound as she pulled off of him. She climbed up onto the bed, straddling his waist. His hands gripped her hips as she lowered herself. Hermione's eyes fluttered as his member entered her.
She leaned forward, kissing him deeply. His grip tightened as their tongues touched. She could taste Tonks. That sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through her body. She grinded down on him. His cock reached the spots that made her forget her name.
Harry lifted her up, bouncing her a few times before letting her grind again. Her clit rubbed wonderfully with each one. Hermione squeaked as her first orgasm surprised her. She was still cumming when she felt a hands begin to grope her breasts. The sensation of her nipples being pinched and rolled between fingertips set off a string of smaller orgasms.
"Does that feel good?" Tonks' breath tickled her ear.
Her mind cleared for a moment. Harry was still gripping her hips. The warmth pressed against her back, and the hands groping her breasts belonged to Tonks. Rational thought was driven from her mind as Harry began to speed up his thrusts.
Hermione's head lolled back; her mouth open but making no sounds. Tonks captured her lips in a sloppy kiss. Harry grunted underneath her. She shook as she fell his cock pulse inside of her. Warm ropes of his cum shot deep inside of her.
She fell forward, her face colliding with the sheets over his shoulder.
"That was wonderful, Mione." Harry kissed her cheek.
She rolled off of him with a pleasant warmth still filling in. The bed shifted as Tonks took her place. It began to bounce in time with the clap of their bodies. The older witch had recovered and was riding Harry like no tomorrow.
Tonks squeaked as Harry lifted her off of him. He flipped her to her stomach, lifted her hips, and slammed his length back in. The bed shook as he hammered his hips down in her. Her face was pressed against the mattress, her hands were tangled in the sheets.
Hermione looked at Harry. The expression on his face was one of wild lust. He showed no hint of slowing down. Her lazy gaze found its way to the watch on his wrist. It was bright yellow with streaks of red. Not even a hint of green.
This was going to be a long night.
Chapter 22: Train Ride
Summary:
Harry/Luna
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Harry leaned back in his seat. He had to take muggle transportation to the train station just to be safe. Returning to Hogwarts had been in the back of his mind. Now that it was here, he was a nervous wreck. He tried to tell himself that things were going to be fine. Tonks would be there to help, and Hermione had been eager to join in as well.
There was the option of other girls as well. He wanted to avoid Ginny though. That would make things more complicated than he wanted. Rumor had it that Hannah Abbot was always good for a bit of slap and tickle. Considering how often he had found himself the focus of the talk he knew it was most likely complete bullshit.
Sirius had managed to explain things to everyone in a mostly sensible way. He was a lot better at working a crowd than people gave him credit. The twins had taken the situation as a challenge. They were constantly working on something that could drain his magic. At least, they were when they weren't working on developing their mail order catalogue and arranging a business plan.
Ron had taken things well enough. He was a bit jealous at first. That was until he watched the magic from a portkey literally dissolve when Harry touched it. The Floo wouldn't connect when he was around either. Thankfully, brooms still worked. Hermione theorized that it was because they were fueled by personal magic rather than enchanted or charmed. That seemed to calm Ron down some.
Hermione squeezed his hand. He looked at her, giving her a smile. Her eyes dipped to take in his watch. A series of micro-expressions flicked across her face when she saw it was green.
"Disappointed?" Harry bumped her shoulder with his.
Hermione blushed. She shifted her gaze to the world outside the window.
"The Express should be fine." Hermione said finally. "It has minimal enchantments. The ones it does have aren't accessible for passengers."
"That's good." Harry sighed. "It would be awkward if something happened on the train."
"Ron and I have the prefect meeting." Hermione reminded him once again.
"I know, Mione." Harry replied. "Tonks had to go in to get settled. I'm going to find an empty compartment and stay away from anyone doing magic. Just like we planned."
Hermione nodded. She didn't relax.
"This isn't so bad." Ron said tearing his gaze away from the window.
"Oh?" Harry asked.
"These things are horrible to fly." Ron grumbled. "Much better on the ground. Do you think they'd let me drive?"
"You need a license." Hermione answered without missing a beat.
"Like apparating." Ron added with a nod. "Don't see why. It's not like I'd lose a toe if I missed a turn."
He could see Hermione starting to wind up for one of her lectures. The ones driven by a desire to share knowledge were worse than the emotionally powered versions. Harry placed a hand on Hermione's leg. He shook his head.
"Are you going to try out for the team this year?" Harry asked.
"Huh?" Ron locked onto him.
"Oliver graduated." Harry continued. "The team needs a Keeper."
"You think I'm good enough?" Ron asked as he started to bounce his leg.
"Can't hurt to try, right?" Harry responded. "Better to give it a shot. You'll never forgive yourself if you don't at least try."
"Yeah." Ron nodded. "Yeah, I think I will."
The ginger boy smiled. He turned back to look out the window. His eyes were dancing along the clouds. Harry could almost see his friend imagining flying. The car lurched to a stop at a light.
"Does it always take this long?" Ron grumbled.
"Traffic." Harry replied with a shrug.
He gave Hermione a small smile. She nodded. Harry leaned his head against the window. The vibration from the road mingled with the feel of Hermione pressed against his side lulled him to sleep. A couple of slow blinks led to him dosing for the majority of the trip.
"Harry." Hermione whispered.
He fought to open his eyes.
"We're here." Hermione squeezed his hand as she spoke.
Harry stretched. He caught Ron putting away a quidditch magazine. It took him a moment to realize the pictures weren't moving. He looked down at his watch to see thin streaks of yellow among the green. Absorbing enchanted things like over the last couple of days had caused more of a change.
"The twins stripped the charms before we left." Hermione explained. "They wanted practice."
"Sirius offered that painting in the hallway." Ron chuckled. "They promised to try it once they got the hang of it."
Harry smiled at that. They grabbed their luggage and headed toward the platform. The trio had to wake up earlier than the others since they were taking mundane transportation. That should have meant that the Weasleys had arrived before them, but it didn't look like that was the case. They had the habit of arriving at the last minute every year and this year wasn't going to break their streak.
Ron and Hermione sped through the barrier with practiced ease. No one seemed to notice the two students disappearing. Harry waited a moment before stepping through as well. Once he touched the barrier he felt a searing stab of energy lance through him. He stumbled once he got to the other side.
His head was swimming. Lights danced along the edge of his vision.
"Harry?" Ron spoke from somewhere nearby. "Are you alright?"
"His watch." Hermione gasped.
Harry managed to adjust to his wobbling vision to get a look at his wrist. It was now bright yellow with growing swirls of red.
"What can we do?" Ron asked, his voice came out a pitch higher than usual.
"I don't know." Hermione sounded on the edge of panic.
"Hello, Ron Weasley." A floaty voice said from nearby.
"Hi Luna." Ron replied. "We're a bit busy at the moment."
A petite girl with near-white, blonde hair flowed through the two worried students. She came to a stop in front of Harry.
"Hello, Harry Potter." The girl took his hand in hers as she spoke. "Come with me."
Harry didn't have enough mental faculties to argue. He followed along as she led him by the hand.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked. "What are you doing?"
"That's Luna." Ron answered. "She lives near us."
"And what is she doing with Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Does Harry like having people watch him have sex?" Luna asked looking over her shoulder.
"What?" Hermione said a little too loud. "No, of course not."
"I need to find a cabin then." Luna effortlessly weaved through the crowd as she spoke.
"Wait for me." Ron called as he pulled Harry's trunk as well as his own.
Harry was trying to get his head back in order. His thoughts had been crushed under the sudden surge of magical energy. Most of the time there was a building of pressure. The speed varied, but it hadn't been instant like that before. He was just aware enough to know he was on the train now. A moment later he was sitting in an empty cabin.
"Hello again, Harry Potter." The blonde girl said. Her voice was serene. "I'm Luna Lovegood and I'm here to rescue you."
"How do you know what's going on?" Hermione asked heatedly as she joined them.
"That's just Luna." Ron dropped the trunks on the floor as he spoke. "She knows things."
"You and Ronald need to go to your meeting." Luna reminded them.
"I'm not leaving Harry alone with some strange girl I've never seen before." Hermione snapped.
"You've seen me before." Luna replied easily. "Last year, in the library. The twenty-third of March at four in the afternoon you asked me to put my socks on."
Hermione stared blankly at the girl for a moment.
Harry's mind gradually began to clear. He could feel something nearby. It came from the girl before him. There was an aura around her, he could feel the power it held. His core reached out to grasp it. She shivered. He felt his magic spread over her. The power around her adjusted as he reached out to latch on. Their magic swirled in the air between them. It danced and mingled without growing or fading in strength. Harry basked in the feeling of calm that settled over him.
"We'll be alright." Harry said as his green eyes met her blue.
Luna nodded. She began to unbutton her shirt.
"What are you doing?" Hermione yelled.
"Taking off my clothes." Luna replied.
"Why?" Hermione practically screamed.
"For sex with Harry." Luna continued to undress as she spoke.
Hermione looked to Harry for an explanation. When none came, she turned to Ron, who shrugged.
"I don't want to see this." Ron said, covering his eyes. "We've got the prefect meeting."
Hermione's mouth dropped open as Ron walked away. She turned to glare at Luna.
"I will make you regret it if you hurt him." Hermione growled.
Luna paused.
"Biting is ok, right?" She asked.
Hermione closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She grumbled under her breath as she stomped away. Hermione returned a moment later. She pulled the shade down and slammed the door shut.
Luna tossed her shirt to the bench across from Harry exposing her small, pert breasts. Her skirt joined it a moment later. She slipped out of her shoes and stood nude in front of him.
"You are not naked." Luna stated.
Harry smiled at her. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, tossing them beside hers. She gave him a smile that matched his own as she dropped to her knees.
"Sit down, please." She said once she was settled on the floor. "It's hard to keep balance once the train starts moving."
"Have you done this before?" Harry asked as he sat.
"No." Luna started to stroke him. Her hands were small, making his member look huge. "You are the only man I have sex with."
"What?" Harry asked.
Luna didn't answer. Her grip shifted from his rousing cock to his thighs. She leaned forward, her tongue slid along his length from bottom to the ridge of his head. Her hands held his legs for stability a moment before the train started to move. She covered his cockhead in kisses, coating it in slobber.
Harry's gasped as she began to slowly bob her head. She didn't take much more than his head into her mouth, but it was still wonderful. Her lips popped as she pulled away. Harry didn't get a chance to think before she moved lower. She gently sucked one of his testicles into her mouth before moving to the other.
She stood, making sure one of her hands was still stroking him. Without a word she scaled him, coming to a stop with the golden curls of her bush tickling his nose. Her legs easily slipped over his shoulders. Effortlessly she arched her back enough to brace her hands on his thighs for balance. The movement presented her beautiful pussy in the perfect position.
Harry kissed along her outer folds. Tentatively, he tasted her. A short lick along her waiting slit. He paused for a moment to savor the wonderful flavor. There had to be something with witches that made them taste amazing. It was a thought that needed more research, and he would be happy to continue exploring the theory.
He continued on, wiggling his tongue inside of her. She cooed and gasped as he discovered her spots. He found her clit. A wicked idea crossed his mind. He said her name in Parseltongue on the little button which earned him a gush of wetness along his lower face.
Luna slipped her legs off his shoulders, pulling herself into a handstand before dropping back to her feet. She straddled him, lining his aching hardness with her thoroughly prepared pussy. They locked eyes as she lowered herself. She kept it slow and steady, sinking down until her ass rested on his thighs.
"You have beautiful eyes." She whispered.
"You do too." Harry matched her volume.
Luna began to rock, back and forth. She picked up speed, grinding harder, pushing him deeper. Harry leaned forward, resting his forehead on hers. Their lips touched briefly in shy kisses when she pushed him deeper. Harry grabbed her hips. He raised her off his lap just a bit, allowing him to add some power with their motions.
"Look me in the eyes when you fill me." Her voice came out as a ragged moan.
Harry felt himself shudder. His orgasm rocketed through him without warning. Their eyes locked as he his let loose pulse after pulse. Luna's jaw dropped as the first warm rope of cum erupted inside her. The sensation set off her own orgasm. She ground her hips down onto him, pressing him as deep as he could reach.
He didn't care about the colors on his watch. That had been amazing.
"I sleep on the left side of the bed." Luna stated.
Harry nodded. She raised herself so that the head of his cock was still inside of her. Luna smoothly spun around, placing her back against his chest. She lowered herself down, returning the full length of his cock deep into her freshly fucked pussy.
"Again?" Luna looked at him over her shoulder.
Harry the fading hardness return as he looked into her eyes. She flashed him a bright smile and began to bounce in his lap.
Chapter 23: Welcome Feast
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Harry watched the castle as it got closer with a feeling of dread. Hogwarts was beautiful. It was also packed to the brim with magical energy. Given his luck, he'd probably explode the moment he stepped inside the Great Hall. He was continuously trying to drain the building power through multiple subtle means. Currently, he was drawing a picture of the castle on the side of the carriage wandlessly. It took a lot of precision, focus, and creativity, but the power use was negligible.
"It looks just like her." Luna squeezed his hand.
"Her?" Harry asked.
"Hogwarts." Luna motioned to the picture. "It looks just like her."
"Thank you." Harry blushed.
"I like to draw." Luna said in her dreamy tone. "I draw you a lot."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Mmhm." Luna nodded; her voice took on a little pout. "Sometimes you're naked. Most of the time you're wearing clothes."
"You drew me naked before today?" Harry chuckled.
"Oh yes." Luna replied without a trace of embarrassment. "I've drawn you when you were naked lots of times. That's how I knew how big of a penis you had."
Harry choked out a gasp. They weren't alone in the carriage. Hermione had insisted on riding with them, as did Ron, and somewhere along the way Neville had joined them as well. The two boys were red from holding in their laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, had not taken her eyes off of Luna.
"How long have you two known each other?" Neville managed to say without laughing.
"We just met today." Harry replied.
"I've dreamed of Harry since I was little." Luna nodded. "It helped me prepare for the size of his penis."
"Luna!" Hermione snapped.
"Yes, Hermione?" Luna turned to the girl. "You should know. It's quite big. I'm glad I'll have help. It will be hard to keep up during pregnancy."
"Pregnancy?" Harry jolted in the seat beside her. "You're pregnant?"
"No." Luna shook her head. " Emily, Amelia, and Nymphadora are. We won't have a baby for a few more years."
"Who's Emily?" Hermione turned a sharp look to Harry.
"You knocked up Tonks?" Ron said at the same time.
"Amelia?" Neville asked in confusion.
"Emily is a girl I met over the summer." Harry explained quickly to Hermione before he shifted to Ron. "She hasn't said anything… maybe?" He turned to Neville. "Forget you heard that."
"Amelia." Neville repeated. "I know that name."
"Amelia Bones." Luna supplied helpfully. "Susan's aunt."
"You knocked up the head of the DMLE?!" Ron yelled even louder this time.
Harry looked at Luna in complete shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. His brain couldn't form a coherent thought to string it together. He shrugged.
"Of course, he didn't." Hermione cut in. "He's never even met her."
"Uh." Harry blushed. "She was at my trial and we… talked afterward."
Hermione stared at him blankly for a long moment.
"Still." She spoke through gritted teeth. "That doesn't mean she's pregnant. The other too."
"Luna just knows things." Ron echoed his statement from on the train.
"Ron." Hermione sighed. "You've taken Divination for the last two years. We both know it's just a bunch of nonsense."
"Hermione." Neville spoke up. "That's not true."
"What?" Her glare snapped to Neville. "How can you say that? Have you seen Professor Trelawny?"
"Yes." Neville seemed to shrink a little. "She doesn't seem to have the ability, but there are witches and wizards out there who do. There's an entire wing of the Ministry that's dedicated to prophecies."
Hermione visibly flinched at the information. She took a couple of slow, deep breaths.
"Still." Her voice was steady now. "That doesn't mean that the three women are pregnant just because Luna said so."
"Exactly." Luna agreed.
"Thank you." Hermione paused after she said the words. She looked at Luna. "What?"
"They are pregnant because Harry had sex with them." Luna clarified.
Hermione let out an inarticulate sound. She squashed her eyes shut and pressed the palm of her hand against her forehead.
"I think you broke her." Ron started to laugh.
Harry stops paying attention to the others in the carriage. He can feel Hogwarts with each moment. Dread is replaced by a sense of calm. The magic reaches out to him. It doesn't fade or vanish. Hogwarts wraps him in her magic. For the first time since this started, he feels balanced. No building pressure, or controlled drain. Two vast rivers of magic flow together into the sea.
His content sigh echoed through the carriage. The tension that he had been carrying the entire trip released in a moment. Ron yelped as his ears popped. Luna giggled as she snuggled against Harry's chest.
"She loves you too." Luna whispered.
"Thank you." Harry kissed the blonde on the top of her head.
It looked like this year wasn't going to be so bad.
~§~§~
Whatever nerves he had when he looked at Tonks vanished when he saw who sat next to her. The entire Weasley family, and Harry, stared up at the staff table in a mixture of confusion and impending doom. Percy Weasley sat next to Tonks with a broad, borderline malicious smile on his face as he scanned the gathered students.
"Welcome." Dumbledore stood after the sorting. "A few announcements for the new year. Once again, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to all those who do not wish a painful death. Mister Filch has placed an updated list of banned items on his office door. As for our new staff, I proudly introduce two former students. On loan from the Auror Department, Miss Nymphadora Tonks will be teaching First through Third year students in the Defense of the Dark Arts. Percy Weasley will be teaching the subject for the Fourth through Seventh year students."
The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted the announcements before the Headmaster could continue. Dumbledore looked over to where Percy now stood. The entire student body and staff watched as Percy strutted over to the podium.
"Thank you, Albus." Percy inclined his head as he spoke.
Professor McGonagall stared open-mouthed at the boy. She could not believe that one of her lions had turned out so wrong.
"As Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic." Percy announced. "I have been trusted to provide a Ministry approved curriculum. I assure you all, I will not let such juvenile things as House Rivalries impede my handling of my students. Nor will I allow disrespectful actions due to familial bonds."
Percy shot the old man a scathing look.
"The Ministry will be taking a much more proactive stance this year." Percy didn't take his eyes off Dumbledore as he spoke.
"Thank you, Mister Weasley." Dumbledore said. "And now, it's time for dinner."
"We're boned." Ron muttered.
For once, Hermione didn't say anything.
Chapter 24: Onward
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Harry closed his eyes as he leaned back against the headboard. Dumbledore had come through with private quarters. It looked like a two-bedroom apartment rather than a dorm. The quarters even had its own kitchen. It was on the ground level a few hallways away from the Great Hall.
Currently, Luna was curled up against his side. Tonks had rushed to Madam Pomfrey once she had heard the possibility that she was pregnant. She hadn't come back yet. If she was in fact pregnant, then it meant that the others were probably too.
Harry couldn't relax even with the quiet room and the blonde snuggled against him. His first class in the morning was Defense. Meaning he would start the day with Percy. Obviously, he had been brought in by the Ministry. A Ravenclaw he might not be, but Harry could read between the lines. They wanted to keep an eye on him after the summer of running his name through the mud. The easiest way to get a Ministry stooge into Hogwarts was the Defense position.
The only thing that kept him calm was his magic. Ever since he had arrived the surge of power and need for release felt like it had calmed. There was a chance that it only managed to stay contained while he was at Hogwarts. If that was the case, then he had no idea how he was supposed to live outside of the castle grounds. Dumbledore wasn't open to the idea of him staying over the summer, how would the old man react to Harry needing to stay year-round?
Tonks kicked open the door to the bedroom.
"Hey there, daddy." She smiled brightly at him.
Harry gawked at her.
"You're serious?" Harry asked.
"No, that's my cousin." Tonks rolled her eyes. "You think you'd recognize the mother of your child."
"You're pregnant?" Harry said softly.
Tonks nodded happily. Luna sat up beside him and relinquished her hold on his arm. Harry bounded out of the bed. He swept Tonks up in a hug.
"You'll have to get all the shapeshifting fantasies out of the way." Tonks said once he put her down. "Poppy said I shouldn't do any major shifts after my first trimester. There is also a chance that my form will hold until after I've given birth."
"Wow." Harry kissed her.
He peppered her face with kisses.
"I'm going to be a dad." Harry had a drunk smile on his face.
He froze.
"Wait." Harry looked over at Luna. "That means that Emily and Amelia are pregnant too?"
"There aren't any twins this time." Luna nodded.
"Thank Merlin." Tonks chuckled.
"We need to tell them." Harry swayed on his feet. "How am I going to let Emily know? I'm not going to have her go through this alone."
"She could stay with Sirius." Tonks offered. "Once Molly hears about this you won't be able to keep her away. She's practically adopted you so this will be her first grandchild."
"Does that mean that Harry will have sex with your mother too?" Luna asked.
"What?" Tonks flinched like she had just been slapped.
"Molly sees Harry as one of her children." Luna explained. "Your mother wants Harry to be part of the family as well. Does that mean that he'll have sex with her?"
Tonks laughed. "I completely forgot about you and Molly."
"Luna." Harry said slowly. "Is she pregnant too?"
Luna tapped her chin with a single finger. Her eyes slowly drifted closed. The snapped back open just as they were about to shut completely.
"No." Luna answered simply.
"Thank Morgana." Harry let out a breath. "Ok. I need to visit Emily soon. Arabella is connected to the Floo, I think. I should sent a letter at least."
The sound of wings came from above before he finished speaking. Hedwig floated primly down to land on a nearby table. She stared at Tonks, then shifted her gaze to Luna.
"Lady Hedwig." Luna hopped up to her feet and bowed. She made the motion look graceful even though she now stood on the bed and wore one of Harry's shirts that was too large on her.
Hedwig clacked her beak.
"You called for me, love?" Hedwig asked Harry.
"I need to send a letter in a few minutes." Harry replied.
"I will return shortly." Hedwig hopped up onto his shoulder before she leaped into the air. "The hunting here is excellent."
Harry watched her soar up into the rafters. She disappeared through a small stone chute he had thought was an old chimney. He had no clue what these quarters had been before he moved in, but the rooms were quiet impressive.
"She has such a beautiful voice." Luna sighed.
"You can hear her?" Harry asked, shock clear on his face.
Luna gave him a serene smile. Harry returned the smile. She hadn't been wrong yet. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.
Emily,
This is Harry. I know this is weird. Getting a letter from an owl isn't something that happens every day. Unless you're me, or my schoolmates.
I'm getting distracted. There is a VERY good chance you are pregnant. Please don't panic. I can take care of you. I know how that sounds. Please trust me. I'll visit as soon as I can, hopefully this weekend if not sooner.
You won't have to worry about somewhere to stay, money, or any of that. I don't know if I told you, but I'm kind of rich. I'd like to take care of you. There is more to say that must be done in person.
Trust me,
Harry
He read over the letter. It was the best he was going to do. He sealed the letter then sat back on the bed. Luna came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. She nuzzled his neck.
"I would deliver it myself if I didn't have classes." Tonks sat next to him. "I'd like to meet the girl that snagged your attention."
"I'll have to see if I can get permission to visit this week." Harry leaned into her.
"Let me see your bracelet." Tonks said.
Harry held it up. The gem was the same shade of green as his eyes. Tonks kissed him on the forehead.
"Let's get to bed." Tonks stood and began to strip. "We've all got a big day tomorrow."
"Tonks." Harry said her name slowly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not going to sleep in my clothes." She snorted.
Tonks shrugged off her robes, kicked off her boots, and stepped out of her pants. She stood before him dressed only in a T-shirt and her panties. It didn't matter if his magic was calm, he needed her. He pulled Tonks onto his lap and captured her lips in a kiss. Tonks giggled as she straddled him.
Luna shifted to compensate. She placed a series of long kisses that ended in a nip on his neck. Harry moaned as Tonks grinded against him all the while. The two witches were driving him crazy.
"My love." Hedwig landed on the table. "Your letter."
Hedwig looked at the letter on the table. She held out her leg.
"Cock blocked by an owl." Tonks pouted.
"By a queen." Luna chimed in.
Tonks grumbled as she stood. She carefully attached the letter. All the while Hedwig watched her with a critical gaze.
"She is your mate as well?" Hedwig addressed Harry without looking away from Tonks.
"One of them." Harry nodded.
"Hm." Hedwig gave Tonks an appraising look. She flew away without another word.
"I hate to say it." Tonks turned back to Harry and Luna. "We should go to bed."
"That's what I'm trying to do." Harry said with a wry grin.
"I mean sleep, you goof." Tonks chuckled. "Something tells me that we're going to need the energy."
Harry sighed. He nodded then scooted back to the center of the bed. Luna made quick work of his remaining clothes. Soon he was down to his boxers. The petite blonde took her place snuggled at his side while Tonks settled on the opposite with her leg draped over his.
He could get used to this.
~§~§~
Breakfast at the Gryffindor table was a muted affair. A cloud of uncertainty hung over the Fifth-Year students. The first class of the day was Defense taught by Percy Weasley. No one knew how this was going to go.
Percy had been a fine prefect and Head Boy, but he wasn't a student anymore. He was here on order of the Ministry. Honestly, Tonks should be teaching everyone. She was a decorated Auror while Percy had become an office drone. Though, now that he thought about it, maybe it was a good thing she didn't have a full class load with her pregnancy.
Mostly, Harry was worried about the twins. It wouldn't be the first time a teacher was out to get him. In fact, it was almost a running theme that the new Defense professor tried to kill him. Even Lupin did, though that wasn't really his fault. The twins, while no strangers to the ire of professors, had targeted their older brother for years. Now Percy was in the position to return the favor.
"Come on." Hermione was the first to stand. "It's time for class."
Defense was the one class that they didn't have to share with another house. That was one thing that Harry thought was a plus. He didn't want to think about how it would go if they had to face Percy with another house. Though, he doubted this time even Slytherin could spin this in their favor.
Percy stood at the front of the classroom when they arrived. There was a bright spark in his eyes as he watched everyone enter. The walls were decorated with various Ministry posters. All of the text was in bold, capital letters. Thankfully, none of them had people in them.
'THE MINISTRY NEEDS YOU'
'DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE AN AUROR'
'IN THE MINISTRY WE TRUST'
'KEEP CALM AND TRUST THE MINISTRY'
"Take your seats, take your seats." Percy hurried them in.
Harry tried to bury the dread that settled heavier in his gut. Percy pulled out a pocket watch and clicked it open. He counted down as the signal bell sounded.
"Any late students will have five points deducted on the first occurrence." Percy announced. "Subsequent lateness will come with detention as well. Is that understood?"
The class nodded.
"Now." Percy clapped his hands. "As it is your OWL year, we will focus on the material covered by the exam. I will not accept anything less than your best efforts. There will be a twelve in minimum essay at the end of each week to cover the material discussed in class."
The words he spoke appeared on the chalkboard behind him.
"As we meet three times a week." Monday, Wednesday, and Friday appeared on the board. "Each day will follow a schedule. Theory, Practical, and Review."
The words appeared under the days listed.
"Monday, we will read and discuss. Wednesday will be set aside for practical application of the spell. Friday will end the week as a review. The essay will be on the spell, or technique, that was covered that week." He paused. "Any questions?"
No one spoke.
"Excellent." Percy straightened his posture even more somehow. "As you know, I was a lion not too long ago. Let's show them how a lion roars!"
Harry looked over at Hermione. The shock on her face mirrored his own. He never would have expected Percy to be so passionate about something. The guy was downright captivating.
"Now." Percy brought the attention back. "Open your books to chapter one."
Harry snapped his focus back to Percy… no, Professor Weasley.
Chapter 25
Chapter Text
Harry let out a sigh of relief as he settled into bed. He had made it through the entire first day of class with only a hint of yellow on his watch that came from simply being in a magically dense area. His last class of the day was Transfiguration. Thankfully, nervous energy didn't impact his magical power, otherwise he would have probably exploded as he waited for the class to start. He had expected to feel the building pressure, but it was blissfully absent.
Hermione had a theory that it had to do with the focus of the spell. If he wasn't the target, then it was a relatively small amount that he absorbed. Transfiguration was highly focused on an object so there was very little wasted energy.
Harry was still able to complete the assignment on his first attempt. Silently. Not for the first time he wished there was a method to chart his magical power. Being able to keep track of it via a score, or grade, would have been helpful. If nothing else, it would sate his curiosity. The only type of ranking he could find were those for dangerous magical creatures. As far as he could tell, there wasn't a way to gauge a witch or wizards' power. It was all anecdotal. The label The Next Merlin was thrown around any time someone did something amazing.
Maybe there was something he could do about that. It was certainly an interesting idea. He would need to create a magical item of some sort. If nothing else, it would be something to check out.
Luna snuggled against his side. She nuzzled his neck. Her touch sent a shiver along his spine. He wasn't sure how to approach a physical relationship with her without the dire need to defuse his magical absorption.
"Sleep time now." Luna mumbled. "Sex tomorrow."
Harry chuckled and drifted off to sleep.
~§~§~
Harry moaned as he woke up. He opened his eyes to see Luna stroking his morning erection. She wasn't in any hurry. Her bright silver eyes stared up at him as he fully woke up.
"Good morning, Harry Potter." Luna smiled at him.
"Good morning, Luna." Harry smiled back at him.
Her strokes increased in speed. She shifted a little closer to cup his sack as well. Their eyes locked as she expertly manipulated his balls with her nimble fingers.
"Cum for me, please." Luna asked sweetly.
Harry groaned. His hips jerked on their own as his orgasm crashed over him. He was just aware enough to catch her shift beside him. The confusion was washed away as she took the head of his member in her mouth. Luna massaged his sack and stroked his shaft as she swallowed his cum.
Luna raised her head. Her hands continued to work, now at a slower speed. She ran her thumb up along his shaft to get every drop out. The cum she was able to tease out completely was quickly licked away. Her hands slowed until she eventually removed them.
"That was wonderful." Harry gave her a woozy smile.
"Your semen is tasty." Luna said. "You have a varied diet."
"Thank you." Harry chuckled. "Does that change the taste?"
"Yes." Luna nodded. "Pineapple would make your semen sweeter. Too much meat and starch would make it saltier. I don't like salt."
"I'll keep that in mind." Harry replied.
"I know." She slipped out of bed. "I woke you up early so we could take a shower together."
Harry laughed as he hurried to get out of the bed. She was already in the bathroom with the water running when he reached her. He took a moment to admire her petite form. She looked like she should have a set of iridescent wings and a dress made of moonlight.
Luna stepped into the spray of water. She closed her eyes as the heat washed over her body. A smile full of mischief crossed her face as she looked back at Harry. She leaned against the wall and pushed her ass out toward him. A little giggle escaped her lips as she wiggled her surprisingly plump butt at him.
Up until now there had always been a mystical quality to her. She knew things that others didn't. From the little he learned with Professor Trelawny what Luna did wasn't prophecy. Seeing this playful side of her woke a deeper kind of hunger inside of him. It made him feel like she wasn't just here to follow a vision or fulfill a role. She wanted to be here.
Harry had started to soften after her previous ministrations. The look she gave him combined with the little wiggle had him back to full hardness so fast it almost hurt. He stepped behind her and grabbed her hips. His grip tightened as he roughly pulled her back so that she was fully bent over.
In one solid push, he hilted his cock inside her tight embrace. No loving words were exchanged. Neither could focus enough to speak. They rutted like animals. Harry snapped his hips forward. Each one ended in a loud slap that echoed around the shower. He decided he liked the sound.
Harry spanked one cheek and then the other. A wonderful shade of pink spread along her pale skin. He admired not just the color, but the way her ass shook with each impact.
A deep, wild pleasure washed over them both. He didn't know if it was some kind of magic, or just a really good fuck, but they climaxed at the same time. Harry slammed his hips forward, pressing as deep as he could. He held her hips tight against him to pull her closer with each pulse of his cum.
Slowly, they came to a stop. Luna straightened. She pressed her back against his chest. Her lips found his as she turned her head just enough to reach his. The gentle, loving touch was in contrast to the hard fuck that had just completed.
"Yours." She whispered. "All yours."
Harry smiled at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips to stop him.
"Tell me when you know for certain." Luna gave him a quick peck on the lips.
She moaned as she slid off of his cock. Thick strings of his cum dripped from her well-fucked cunt.
"It's a shame." Luna sighed as she scooped a little of the mingled fluids.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"I have potions when you're in charms." Luna licked her fingers clean.
Harry wasn't sure what that meant. He decided he had more important things to do than ask more questions. First and foremost, he needed to make sure that Luna was completely clean. It would require a lot of focus and manual dexterity, but he was up to the task.
~§~§~
Hermione saved a spot for them at the table. The shower had taken a lot longer than he had thought. They both started the day with fuck-drunk smiles on their faces. No one said a word as Luna joined them at the Gryffindor table.
He looked over at the staff table to check on Tonks. She winked at him. He wiggled his eyebrows at her in return. Professor McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose as she caught the exchange. Harry held back his laughter, but Tonks did no such thing. The professor next to her playfully slapped her on the shoulder.
Harry focused on the woman. Professor Babbling taught Runes. He didn't have a class with her, but he had seen her around. She was a cheery woman with long brown hair. Her robes didn't allow much of a view of her figure, but the brief flashes told him that she had large bust. If what Tonks said was true, the woman was a bit kinky as well.
The other professor that sat beside Tonks was Professor Septima Vector. She was an Amazon of a woman. Tall and fit with long black hair and a piercing gaze. She was another professor that Harry didn't have a class with, but he was starting to regret that choice. He would have to drop Divination and Care of Magical Creatures to take both classes. That wasn't an option. Divination, sure, but he loved Care of Magical Creatures. Not only that, but he also couldn't just leave Hagrid like that. It would be a betrayal of their friendship.
That would be a moot point if he couldn't change his schedule. He would need to ask Professor McGonagall about that. Harry brought his fork up to his mouth only to realize it was empty. He looked at his plate to see that it was also empty.
"Are you back with us, Harry?" Hermione teased.
Harry scrunched his brow at her.
"You ate your breakfast without a word." She sighed. "Did you even taste the food?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, paused, and then shrugged. He felt full but had no idea what he had actually eaten.
"Come on." Hermione stood. "We have to get to charms."
"You can find an empty classroom two doors down to the left." Luna kissed him on the cheek.
"What was that?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know yet." Harry spoke each word a bit slower than usual. "Come on. Let's get to class."
Chapter 26
Chapter Text
Harry flashed Hermione a smile as they waited for charms. It didn't even bother him that they shared the class with Slytherin. A hand job and shower sex did wonders to keep his mood up. Malfoy, of course, took the table directly across from where they sat. The blond glared daggers at him while his posse tried to do the same. He smiled and gave a little wave.
Malfoy flinched like he had been slapped. Beside him Pansy Parkinson absently waved back.
Harry gave her a closer look. He hadn't ever paid much attention to her. She was always just in Malfoy's shadow. He wasn't sure what the connection between them actually was. Were their houses allies? Were they betrothed? Was she after the secret to his hair care routine? Who knew.
She had long brunette hair. At one point he was sure she had it cut short, but honestly, he didn't keep that close of an eye on her. She had grown into her features and was now on the prettier side of cute. Malfoy never seemed to give her any real attention, which made Harry think that their connection might not be romantic. Of course, with Purebloods, you could never tell. He couldn't remember if they ever had a conversation.
"Good morning class." Professor Flitwick called.
"Morning professor." Everyone replied.
They waited patiently as the half-goblin climbed the stairs to his raised platform. His mixed heritage was an open secret. It made Harry's mind wonder to thoughts he didn't truly want to know. Which parent had been the goblin? How had that all worked? It wasn't an image he wanted in his head.
"This year we will be focusing on the OWL curriculum." Professor Flitwick announced. "I have great expectations for you all."
Harry's vision went blurry. He shook his head to clear them, but it didn't help. Flitwick spoke. He couldn't hear the words. There was a buzz in the air. It took a moment for him to recognize the feeling. A short break had given him hope that he would be safe at Hogwarts.
Of course, he wasn't safe at Hogwarts. When was he ever?
Professor Flitwick cast a spell. Harry flinched. The sudden jolt of magic knocked him for a loop. He tried to catch Hermione's eye. She was focused on the lesson. The students around him started to attempt the spell. Each time sent a spark of static along his spine. It swirled his thoughts. The watch on his wrist had thick yellow stripes that were quickly turning orange. Spirals of red were already swirling around the edges. Harry lurched to his feet. It was too much, too fast. He needed to put some distance between himself and all of the ambient magic. Everything sounded so loud it lost cohesion.
What had Luna said? She was in potions. He had to rely on Hermione. There was something else. An open classroom two doors down to the left.
The sounds regained form the farther he moved from the classroom. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. It gave him flashes of beautiful clarity between the pulse. He could just make out footsteps behind him as he stumbled down the hall. He needed to release the building energy.
Harry pushed through the second door. It was empty. He sighed as the door closed behind him. Harry turned to see Pansy. She looked a little lost.
"What…" He took a breath to steady himself. "What are you doing here?"
"I followed you." Pansy replied.
"Why?" Harry fought against the building pressure.
"You needed me." She said slowly.
Panic was starting to press in. He had no idea what would happen if the equilibrium with Hogwarts was upset. Harry wobbled. More from the stone underneath him shifting than weakness. He stole a quick look at the ground. The stone had literally shifted.
"I need you." Harry nodded. "Do you know what that means?"
Pansy nodded.
"How?" Harry growled.
She shook her head. He took a step toward her. She let out a little squeak. His magic made his eyes shine like an emerald blaze. She could almost see the flames. He didn't argue. Desperation mingled with hunger. His magic flared stripping them both nude in a blink.
Pansy gasped at the sudden change. The sound transitioned into a purr as ghostly hands danced over her skin. Her nipples were teased and pinched while another set stroked along her lower lips. His magic played her body like a fine instrument. Her legs shook as she was driven to the edge of pleasure in a matter of moments.
Harry rushed forward. He grabbed her ass and lifted. Pansy instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Magic smoothed their movement as the crown of his cock pressed into her. They moaned in unison as her heat wrapped around him.
They paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Harry walked them over to the wall. Each step caused her to bounce, driving him to reach deeper. Pansy gasped as the cold stone made contact with her skin. The noise caught in her throat as he began to rock his hips. Her mouth dropped open as his strokes grew longer. He pulled back a little then pushed forward then repeated the movement until only the head of his cock stayed in her.
He held that position. Pansy wiggled her hips. She tried to push him back inside. Their eyes met.
"Please." She whined.
Harry leaned forward. Her eyes went wide as he stole a kiss. The moment was lost as he snapped his hips forward. Their bodies clapped as he moved at a punishing pace.
"What…" Her voice came out breathless. "What was that?"
"A kiss." Harry gave her a roguish smile and kissed her again.
Her hands went to the back of his head. She pulled him in for another kiss. There was no technique or fitness. Their lips and tongues tangled in a mess of passion and hunger. Pansy broke the kiss to lean her head back. She let out a loud scream as her pussy gripped his cock with a startling hunger.
Harry continued to thrust through her orgasm. In the back of his mind, he knew he needed to cum to release the building magic. A much louder part of his thought process bellowed to shut up and focus on fucking. His own orgasm was building, but not quite there.
Pansy bit his shoulder. Her teeth on his skin with the vibration of her muffled scream proved him wrong. Harry buried his cock as deeply as he could and released a torrent of cum. He wrenched her head away. Pansy let out a moaning whine that he silenced with a kiss.
He pulled her close against his chest. She gladly rested against him. Her eyes started to drift closed. Until he took his first step away from the wall. He held her up with one hand firmly on her ass. She couldn't gather enough energy to form words. He carried her over to a table that had once been used as a desk.
Her mind cleared in an instant as the table changed into a bed as they got closer. Silent, wandless transfiguration was not something a student should be able to do. She looked back to Harry, trying to figure him out.
Harry laid her on the bed. He hooked her legs up onto his shoulders then pressed them until they were practically parallel with her body.
"Oh. Fuck." Pansy squeaked out.
Harry jackhammered her. His cock plunged deep into her depths. The fresh load of cum added extra lubrication and made it easier to gain more speed. Neither heard as the sound of wood dragging against stone joined the wet slap of their bodies. The bed scooted across the room until the headboard hit the wall.
"Harry?!" A familiar voice cut through the noise.
He turned his head to face the sound. His eyes locked with Hermione as he let loose another load inside of Pansy. The Slytherin witch screamed as the sudden intrusion pushed her over the edge.
"Is…" Hermione gawked at them. "Is that Parkinson?"
Harry didn't answer. He pulled out of the brunette and flipped her over. Pansy let out a little giggle at the show of strength. She lifted her ass up without prompting. The sex had been surprisingly good. It was even better now that Granger was here to watch. She looked over her shoulder at Harry.
"Potter." Pansy growled. "You're fucking me."
Her growl shifted to a loud moan as he slid back inside of her. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her flat onto the bed. Head down and ass up.
"You're stuffed with my cum." Harry said as he began to fuck her nice and slow. "You can call me Harry."
"Potter." Pansy whined. "Faster. Save this slow shit for Granger."
Harry chuckled. His grip on her shoulders tightened as his pace increased. Hermione stomped over to the side of the bed. She watched as Harry pulled Pansy back to meet his thrusts.
"Really, Harry." Hermione crossed her arms. "I was sitting beside you."
"Emergency." Harry flashed the watch at her.
Surprise flashed across her face as she saw it was still mostly yellow with swirls of red.
"Oh." Hermione whispered. "This is bad."
"Cumming!" Pansy screamed.
Her body went rigid. She pressed against him as she rode out her orgasm. Pansy went limp against the mattress.
"No more." She said between breathes. "Too much."
Hermione muttered something to herself. Her wand flashed toward the door then she began to strip. Harry glared at her clothes. They disappeared with a flare of his magic. Hermione found the buttons beneath her fingers were no longer there.
"You had better bring those back." Hermione crawled onto the bed.
Harry pulled out of Pansy. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder before he could face her.
"Clean her off your cock first." Hermione ordered.
A wicked smile crossed his face. Harry climbed off the bed. Pansy watched as he stood before her. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing. The head of his cock stopped her for speaking. She let out a surprised noise as he used her mouth to clean their combined juices off his cock.
Pansy glared up at him. Harry smiled at her. Her eyes narrowed. She shifted on the bed to line her throat up with his thrusts. Harry groaned as she wiggled her tongue along her shaft. His knees practically buckled as she took his entire length. Her hands latched onto his hips. She held him in place as he shot off load down her throat.
Harry stumbled back. He stared at her in shock.
"Beat that." She looked over to Hermione.
Chapter 27
Chapter Text
Pansy walked out of the classroom with a skip in her step, as well as a limp. The time with her had brought his levels back down to green with a little yellow. Having Hermione naked, and angry, watching as he came down Pansy's throat made him cum harder than expected. It was enough to function for a while, but it proved that they needed to keep a closer eye on things.
Being so powerful would help in the fight against Voldemort. However, it didn't matter if Harry couldn't control it. He had unknowingly made the stone underneath him shift. There were a couple of other things that may have happened as well, but the last stretch of time was a blur. It was hard to tell when he used wild magic and when it was simply his new level of power.
Harry led Hermione through the castle to Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle bowed to him as they approached. He arced an eyebrow at it but didn't complain when the stairway opened. The duo continued on into the Headmasters office.
Dumbledore looked up from a stack of papers on his desk as they entered. A puzzled expression on his face told them that he hadn't expected them.
"Harry? Miss Granger?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in question.
Then the Headmaster noticed the state of Harrys uniform. He had been able to summon their clothes, but it didn't prevent the wrinkles. Hermione huffed at him when her spells to straighten their appearance failed. She blamed his inadvertent magic. Harry had to admit, he did enjoy seeing her mussed up.
"Your relief was to be handled in the privacy of your new quarters." Dumbledore sighed.
"Something came up." Harry chuckled.
Dumbledore motioned for him to continue.
"I was in Charms when my magic spiked." Harry explained. "I could feel it when everyone started casting their spells. I left the classroom. The distance helped a little, but it wasn't enough. How can I stay here if I can't be around people casting spells?"
Fawkes chirped softly to help ease his tension. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. His gaze went distant as he began to think. The twinkle in his eyes seemed to pulse as the ideas formed.
"There is a temporary solution." Dumbledore let out a tired sigh. "It's not something I would have considered under normal circumstances."
"I'm willing to try anything right now." Harry shrugged.
Hermione glared at him. She had been doing that a lot lately. He started to catalogue the various versions. This was the 'worried glare' the one in the classroom with Pansy was 'exasperated'. Thankfully he hadn't seen the 'angry' or 'disappointed' version yet.
"Harry." She hissed.
"What are the other options?" He gave her a tired look. "Either my magic decides to change everything around me, or I exile myself from everything that has to do with magic? This happened when I was around Muggles too. It was slower, but it still happened."
"Pardon me for a moment." Dumbledore stood from his desk. "Fawkes, would you kindly take me to Amelia Bones' office?"
Harry didn't have time to question the statement. Fawkes landed on Dumbledore's outstretched arm. They disappeared in a flash of fire. Harry braced himself for a influx of magical energy. He let out a relieved breath when none came.
"Have you been around any other magical creatures?" Hermione's tone had shifted from worried to academic.
"Not that I can remember." Harry shook his head.
Fawkes and Dumbledore appeared in a flash before the conversation could progress. The Headmaster held a dark suitcase made of wood in his other hand. Tightly packed runes covered its surface.
"Come along." Dumbledore flashed his usual grandfatherly smile at them. "Poppy would be quite cross with me if I did this without her."
The trio headed to the Infirmary in silence. Dumbledore tried to put on a happy face. The tension in his movements and the way he carried the case betrayed his true feelings. Harry idly wondered what everyone else was doing. He hadn't seen Ron outside of class today and Tonks was probably teaching. It felt weird to be walking around the castle during classtime. He had spent many nights sneaking through the halls after dark, but this was different.
"Mister Potter." Madam Pomfrey gave him a wry smile. "I was wondering when I would see you."
"Not my fault." Harry replied.
"It never is." She sighed.
"Poppy." Dumbledore spoke up.
The Healer turned her attention to Dumbledore. Her eyes dropped to the case he held. A worried expression quickly morphed into one of anger.
"Why did you bring those here?" She asked.
Harry flinched. He had never heard her voice sound so hard.
"I'm sure you are aware of Harry's condition." Dumbledore set the case on a cot off to the side of the others.
"Of course." Madam Pomfrey nodded.
"Step back Miss Granger." Dumbledore said firmly. "Harry, wait until I give you the word to open it. Miss Granger and I need to move to a safe distance."
"From what?" Harry asked.
"This contains a set of manacles used to suppress a wizards magic." Dumbledore carefully set the case on his desk. "They are for criminals as they stand trial. On most wizards it would restrain their power to the level of a child. This is one of the few options I can think of taking your current strength and your continued growth."
Harry stared at the Headmaster with a blank expression.
"None of that, my boy." Dumbledore let out a forced chuckle. "This is a temporary measure. If it works as I expect then we can commission a special set for you."
Harry closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before he moved to the cot where the case rested. Hermione, Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey stood a good distance away from him. His friend was worried but intrigued. Dumbledore had his grandfatherly mask in place. Madam Pomfrey, on the other hand, looked like she was about to explode.
"Go on." Dumbledore gave him a reassuring smile.
Harry opened the case. A set of think manacles made of silver were held snuggly by what looked to be a velvet mold. They were bulky handcuffs. The kind he imagined could be found in a castle dungeon. Fitting, considering Hogwarts was a castle. Similar to the case, the manacles were packed tightly with lines of runes.
He shot a questioning look to Dumbledore.
"They will not fully activate until they are latched." The Headmaster explained.
Harry sighed as he picked up one and closed it on his wrist, then repeated the process. He stumbled forward. Thankfully the cot was there to break his fall.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed.
She sprinted over to check on him before either Dumbledore or Madam Pomfrey could say anything. Harry rolled over onto his back. His vision swam as Hermione came into focus.
"Are you ok?" Hermione's voice came out so fast it was almost one word. "How many fingers am I holding up? What's your name? Can you tell me where you are?"
"Easy, Mione." Harry chuckled. "It was just a shock. I'm fine."
Hermione slapped him on the chest, then captured him in a tight hug.
"How do you feel, my boy?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's like I had a headache for so long I forgot how it felt to be normal." Harry held up the manacles. "Now it's gone. Well, not gone, but less."
"Excellent." Dumbledore gave a genuine smile. "Miss Granger, would you kindly cast a spell."
Hermione slowly released Harry. She cleared her throat and drew her wand. Harry yelped as her stinging hex hit his foot.
"Ow!" Harry laughed through the pain. "What was that for?"
"How did it feel?" Dumbledore asked.
"It stung." Harry wiggled his foot.
"How did it feel when she cast the spell?" Dumbledore clarified.
"It didn't feel like anything." Harry shrugged. A wide smile crossed his face as he realized what he had just said. "Thank you, professor."
"This is a temporary solution, Harry." Dumbledore cautioned. "A starting point. The manacles cannot be worn for an extended amount of time without causing permanent damage. I will speak with an enchanter that I know to make you something that should work for a longer period of time. As well as being more comfortable."
"It's a start." Harry smiled.