by Harry Potter
“Oh,” Harry replied, feeling a little silly for not knowing.
Hermione opened the book and started to thumb through the pages. She paused on one particular page and scrutinized it before asking, “Is that her foot by her own ear or is it his?”
“I was wondering about that myself,” replied Harry recalling his thoughts the first time he had seen the picture in question.
“So, Harry, can I assume that you learned how to perform cunnilingus from this text?” she asked, leaving the quandary of ‘whose foot is that?’ for later.
“Yeah,” replied Harry. “Um... it’s on page three hundred and forty two.”
Hermione turned the pages until she got to the section entitled: “The Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!” It only took Hermione a few minutes to read the entire chapter twice. She closed the book, looked at Harry and asked “Let me guess, you skipped over the theories and benefits when you read this?”
“Well you know how much theory bores me,” explained Harry. “And as to the benefits, all I really cared to know was that it would be something that would make you happy.”
“Thank you Harry,” Hermione said with a bloom in her cheeks. “You really did make me... happy.
“But I think that it’s an important point that you skipped the segments on benefits,” she continued. “You see, you unknowingly performed a power boosting ritual on yourself.”
“I un-what-ingly what a what what?” stammered Harry, a little shocked at Hermione’s revelation.
“This chapter in the book was written so Parselmouths, like yourself, could use their unique ability to gain a temporary boost in their magical power,” Hermione explained. “That would explain how you set the Common Room on fire yesterday and why you ‘accidentally’ Summoned my bra earlier. You see, you’re not used to having so much more power, and it’s taking you a little time to adjust.”
“Wow,” Harry muttered, still a little stunned. “You said that it was temporary though, right? How long until the boost is gone?”
“Hmm... it says about six to seven months,” informed Hermione after she checked the text once more. “So we won’t have to do the ritual again for a few months.”
A wicked grin appeared on Harry’s face as he asked, “But we can do it again?”
“No, that would be pointless,” Hermione answered, her eyes focused on the text. “The instructions clearly state that the power boost can only be gained every six to seven months. The tactic doesn’t allow for a continual growth in your magical core through repeated attempts.”
“Yeah, so can we do it again?” repeated Harry, this time putting more emphases on the word “it”.
“Harry, the only reason to do it again would be to...” Hermione began and paused as she finally noticed Harry’s wicked grin. The witch blushed while Harry wriggled his eyebrows in a naughty manner. “Oh... well there would be that... reason, wouldn’t there?”
Harry walked over to Hermione and leaned in close to her so that his mouth was very close to her ear. He closed his eyes and focused on the image of a snake in his mind before saying in Parseltongue, “C’mon Hermione, I want to taste you again.”
Hermione shuddered with desire as she obviously recalled the event from the last time Harry used his snake-language on her.
“Harry, we have more important things...” Hermione began to argue.
“It’ll be fun,” Harry said in Parseltongue. He kissed the tender spot behind Hermione’s earlobe while gently pushing his Parselmouth magic into her.
“Oh dear,” muttered Hermione, her resolve quickly failing. “H-Harry we have to look for the...” Harry placed another one of his magical kisses on the nape of her neck. “My goodness... t-there’s this book to...re... read...” With a deft flick of his fingers, Harry pushed the top of her gown down, exposing her marvelous breasts. Before she could object, Harry’s lips enveloped “Carmella” and continued to push his Parseltongue magic into Hermione. “H-H-Harryyyy...” Hermione began, her breath was escaping her lungs in short and rapid bursts. “We’re wasting... v-valuable t-t-time...” Harry silenced her momentarily by switching to “Natasha” and continuing the same tactic. “Good god, that feels so good... But we can’t, we need...”
Harry pulled himself away from Hermione’s nipple and offered in English, “How about you read the book while I eat you out?”
“Okay!” Hermione gleefully shouted and flopped down on the bed as she held the open book in the air and started to read aloud, “‘Welcome to the wonderful world of Love Magic!’” Harry wasted no time and pulled her gown all the way off. “‘My name is Thomas Antric and I’ll be your guide...’”
Harry gently removed Hermione’s already moist knickers and marveled once more at her shaved flower.
“‘Many people have misconceptions about Love Magic. Too many people believe it is just about...’”
Concentrating on a snake again, Harry began to work his magic on Hermione’s lower lips. Hermione immediately started to randomly read certain portions of the text louder and faster.
“‘...sssSSEX! But that isn’t the case. It just so happ... happens TO BE a p-p-pleasANT SSSSSide effect...’”
Harry gently massaged her clit with his thumb while using his tongue to probe her labia. After a moment, her body glistened with sweat and her honey flowed out of her body. Harry lapped it up like a starving man. He twirled his magical tongue in this way and that around Hermione’s bud and nether lips for a good amount of time while Hermione continued to read page after page.
“‘...the theory behind THIS is SIMPLE...’”
After several minutes, Harry decided to change tactics slightly. He decided to add his love based magic to his Parselmouth magic. He started to concentrate on just how much and how deeply he truly felt for Hermione. Harry’s new approach had an instantaneous effect on Hermione; she locked her legs around his head and began to scream out the text.
“‘... THE MORE P-P-P-PLEASURE THE COUPLE FEEEEEELS, THE MORE P-P-P-POWER ISSSS PUT INTO THE RIT-RITUAL...”
When Harry had gone down on her before, he was surprised how wet she had gotten. But that time was nothing compared to how much she was flowing now. Hermione’s juices ran out of her box and soiled the sheets of his bed. His face had become incredibly soaked and the excess dripped steadily down his chin.
Hermione didn’t last long after Harry’s love magic poured through her body. She dropped Harry’s ‘special book’ to her side and started to thrash wildly on the bed as an orgasm unlike any Harry had seen her have before rocked her body. Of course he had only seen he have two, but he was fairly certain that this orgasm was a big one. She cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her. She gushed so much that he nearly choked on her juices. Harry clung to her, riding her flailing body as she thrashed again and again.
Harry watched his more-than-a-friend - No, Harry came to a realization; he wanted more from Hermione than just something physical. She was his girlfriend, and perhaps more than that. Harry watched his girlfriend lying on his bed. Hermione was breathing heavily and her luscious body was dripping with sweat. She was trembling in ecstasy as she bucked once again, indicating the last of her orgasm. Harry was about to congratulate himself on doing this for her, when he noticed that ‘Harry, Jr.’ was trying to get his attention. The organ was painfully erect and was apparently saddened that he wasn’t allowed to play; ‘Harry, Jr.’ felt like it was crying.
“Looks like you’ve got a problem there Harry,” said Hermione, noticing Harry’s bulge in his trousers from her prone position. She added in a lusty and husky tone, “I think we need to perform an experiment. I think that I should do to you what I did when I was under the effects of Ginny’s Lust Potion. Just to prove once and for all that it wasn’t just the potion making me do it, mind you.”
“Huh?” Harry muttered, a little taken back at Hermione’s tone.
“I should do a repeat performance,” she explained. Hermione pointed at Harry’s aroused stat
e as she continued, “Let me give you a hand with that.” For the second time ever that Harry had known her, Hermione worked up a large amount of saliva in her mouth before licking her palm. Harry shuddered with desire at the memory of Hermione’s hand wrapped around ‘Harry, Jr.’. “Now strip!” commanded Hermione.
A smile appeared on Harry’s face as he tore off his clothing. Harry stood completely starkers, and at attention, in front of Hermione.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to sit next to me,” stated Hermione as she propped herself up on her elbows. “My knees are really shaky from that last one. I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before,” Hermione added and Harry beamed with pride. He was right, it was a big one! “What did you do differently? I mean the first time you went down on me was spectacular, but this time... wow!”
“Oh, I just tapped into my love based magic, that’s all,” Harry offered while eagerly awaiting Hermione’s touch.
“You tapped into your love magic?” asked Hermione, an inquisitive look appeared on her face. “But how -?”
“Questions later,” Harry interrupted. He usually didn’t like to be rude to Hermione but ‘Harry, Jr.’ desperately wanted to play and then take a nap. “Handjob first!”
“Aren’t we impatient?” Hermione jokingly chided. She sat up and started to move the ‘special book’ off of the bed when her eyes caught something on the page that the book had opened to when she dropped it during her massive orgasm. By the looks of it, the book had opened to a section near the end, a section that even Harry hadn’t read yet. Hermione’s eyes bulged as she scanned the page. “Harry, get me your potion supplies!” she commanded. “I found a ritual which will lead us to the Horcruxes!”
“Bu... but... but...” Harry stammered pathetically. Hermione had promised a handjob, and now she was talking about a ritual. This, Harry thought, was totally unfair.
“It’s a ritual designed to locate missing or hidden items!” Hermione cheered, oblivious to Harry’s predicament. “Hopefully we can use it to find where the Horcruxes are.”
“Bu... but... but...” Harry stammered even more pathetically. This time Hermione looked up into Harry’s dejected face.
“Harry, don’t worry. The ritual requires me to use my hands to stimulate you,” Hermione explained.
“Huh?” asked Harry; he hated it when she used big words, especially when he was focused on the lost opportunity of another handjob.
“Handjob, Harry,” Hermione clarified, knowing that her use of ‘big words’ could throw Harry for a loop, specifically when he was already distracted. “Now, go get your potion supplies.”
Harry gleefully hopped into the air and scampered to retrieve his supplies like a boy on Christmas morning going to fetch his presents. He ran to his trunk with ‘Harry, Jr.’ leading the way like a dowsing rod. Within seconds Harry had returned with his arms full. He was so happy about Hermione’s promise of a ritual that would have her use her hands to stimulate him that he had forgotten what Hermione had actually requested. He remembered that she had wanted his potion supplies, but he was afraid that she would need something else. So to be on the safe side, Harry not only brought Hermione his potion supplies and cauldron, he also brought along his Herbology supplies, his telescope., and for some odd reason, a pair of his dirty socks.
While muttering “not this, or this,” Hermione discarded Harry’s telescope and herbology supplies. But when Hermione was about to fling the socks away, she paused and rechecked the ingredient list in the book. “That’s strange,” she said to no one in particular, “I do need these.” She then unceremoniously tossed the socks into the cauldron along with several liquids and powders from Harry’s potion supplies. After stirring the concoction clockwise four times and twirling it twice, Hermione commanded, “Sit on the bed, Harry.”
Harry immediately complied and sat next to Hermione. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was happily looking up at the ceiling, eagerly waiting for playtime to commence. Hermione slid off of the bed and knelt between Harry’s legs. She dipped her hands into the cauldron and began to explain the ritual to Harry.
“While I’m stimulating you, we both have to focus on the object or objects we are searching for,” she explained clinically. Hermione promptly noticed the dazed and happy expression on Harry’s face and decided to repeat what she had just said so that Harry could understand. “While I’m giving you a handjob, we have to think about the Horcruxes.”
“Oh. Yeah, I knew that,” Harry tried to reply nonchalantly.
“Also we each have to chant an incantation throughout the ritual,” continued Hermione. “Yours is ‘Ructo Vermis’, while I have to chant ‘Praefoco Pullus’.”
“Ructo Vermis,” Harry repeated obediently. He was eager to have the lecture end and the “hand-job ritual” begin.
Hermione took her hands, which were now completely coated with a clear oily liquid, out of the cauldron and began to gently coat Harry’s organ. The liquid was warn and, along with Hermione’s hands working it into Harry’s member, made ‘Harry, Jr.’ cry just a little more; this time Harry would have said that they were definitely tears of joy. Hermione started to use both of her hands to stroke Harry’s shaft (mind you, Harry wasn’t ‘hung like a hippogriff,’ it’s just that Hermione had tiny hands), and placed her mouth so that her lips were hovering over the crown.
“Praefoco Pullus,” Hermione began to chant her portion of the spell, her warm breath danced across his crown. Harry closed his eyes and started to chant in counterpoint to her, “Ructo Vermis, Ructo Vermis..”
After Harry repeated his half of the incantation for the third time, he felt the magic pour over his body and he started to feel light-headed. Hermione’s hands started to pump in cadence with her chanting.
“Praefoco Pullus. Praefoco Pullus.”
“Ructo Vermis. Ructo Vermis.”
Then something strange happened; Harry felt as if he had left his body. He could still feel himself chanting while being pleasured, but he also felt as if he was floating. He opened his eyes and noticed that he seemed to be hovering near the ceiling of the room. As an experiment, Harry looked at his hand as he floated near the ceiling and was surprised to see that it was transparent, as if he was a ghost. Harry then looked down and saw himself seated on the bed with Hermione wanking him off while they were both chanting.
“This feels weird,” Harry said as he witnessed his corporeal body.
“I know what you mean,” Hermione replied. Harry looked down and saw a ghost-like Hermione hovering below him. She was transparent like he was, but Harry could see as well as feel that she had her hands wrapped around ‘Harry, Jr.’. Harry marveled at how nice astral-Hermione’s boobs looked.
“Harry, are you looking at my breasts?” Hermione asked as she noticed Harry’s gaze.
“Yes,” Harry replied while not taking his eyes off of her luscious mounds. “Yes I am.”
“Harry, stop looking at my tits,” Hermione commanded. “We have to find the Horcruxes!”
“It’s really hard thinking about the Horcruxes when you’re holding my willy like that,” Harry complained. “Besides, I like looking at your titties. They’re really nice.”
“Thank you Harry,” said Hermione. Harry couldn’t tell for certain, but he swore that astral-Hermione was blushing at his compliment. “You can thoroughly examine them later.”
“Promise?” asked Harry.
“Yes, I promise,” she answered. “Now, let’s try and find the Horcruxes.”
After Harry begrudgingly agreed to stop focusing on Hermione’s boobs and focus on Voldemort’s Horcruxes, both Harry and Hermione plummeted toward the floor; actually their astral projections plummeted while their bodies remained where they were on the bed. They rapidly fell past floor after floor of the castle. Harry recognized the dungeons and the kitchen as they shot by before he felt their progress begin to slow down. Their descent had paused, but where they ended up, Harry couldn’t tell. The couple was in total darkness and completely unable to di
scern where they ended up.
“What’s going on?” Hermione asked. Harry couldn’t see where she was in the darkness, but he could definitely feel her hands still working his organ.
“I don’t know,” Harry responded. He heard the sounds of dripping water coming from somewhere nearby. It felt oddly familiar to Harry, and it also felt as if something important was there in the darkness. “Did the ritual work?”
“I hope so,” Hermione replied.
Another second passed in the darkness and suddenly, Harry felt as if they were flying. At first, it felt as if he were passing through the dark and dank air, but then it felt as if he was hurtling through solid rock. After a few seconds of flying through rock, Harry’s spirit began to fly through the early night sky. He could still feel Hermione’s hands on him as he looked behind himself and saw Hogwarts shrink as they rocketed away from it. For a full minute, Harry and Hermione flew through the darkening sky before they started to zero in on a cluster of lights. They dove at the cluster of lights and Harry quickly recognized it as Diagon Alley. Before either one could guess what they were doing there, Harry and Hermione’s spirits passed Diagon Alley and its assorted shops and flew into the infamous Knockturn Alley.
The pair slowed as they neared Borgin & Burkes. Their apparently invisible spirits passed through the shop’s door and saw Mr. Borgin speaking to an old and crumpled looking wizard.
“You won’t find a nicer piece anywhere else, I assure you,” Borgin announced as he handed the unknown wizard a simple locket. It was obvious that the two older wizards had no idea that they were being spied upon by Harry and Hermione. For some indiscernible reason, Harry’s attention was drawn to the locket; a sensation was telling him that this was one of the items he and Hermione were looking for.
“That’s one of the Horcruxes!” Hermione declared triumphantly.
“Wait,” Harry said as he examined the locket and recognized it from one of the Pensieve memories that Dumbledore had shared with him. “That’s Salazar Slytherin’s locket, the one R. A. B. stole from the cave before we could retrieve it.”