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Wild Magic - Chapter 33
🕑 Added 2024-09-12 17:50:05 +0000 UTCHarry had a lot to think about on the way back. Now that he had 'found' a room he could approach Hermione about setting up a study group. It was nice of Percy to offer his office, but Harry didn't want the group to be discovered and have it come back hurt his new favorite professor. Percy had proven himself not only as a competent teacher, but as an intelligent man who knew how to ask the right questions. The often-overlooked Weasley knew he publicly he couldn't say he believed Harry. The fact that he did at all was more than enough.
"I'm going to check out a few things," Nym said as they walked together. "There are a few people I can ask for more strenuous exercises."
"Thanks," Harry replied. "I'd rather not accidentally turn my quill into a chicken or something if I lose track of the buildup."
"Do you think you could?" Nym asked, wrinkling her brow in thought. "It would be a great party trick."
"I don't know," Harry said shrugging. "My magic just kind of does things. I'd like to be able to control it when that happens. That's what I was hoping to do before we met Rowena. Or Hogwarts. I'm not going to think about that too hard."
"We can figure something out once I get back," Nym suggested. "You don't have to limit yourself with just one approach. Her plan is going to take time, if it works."
Nym stumbled a couple of steps. She glared at the floor as a slightly raised tile sank back into line with the others.
"Did you see that?" Nym yelled. "She tripped me!"
"You should probably apologize," Harry chuckled.
Nym glared at him. Harry smiled widely back at her.
"I'll be back after dinner," Nym grumbled. "If she lets me in."
"She will," Harry said taking a step closer to the wall to gently stroke the wall.
"Please don't fuck the castle," Nym pinched the bridge of her nose. "I never thought I would have to say something like that."
"Welcome to my life," Harry said with a shrug. "Improbable is just another Tuesday for me."
"Not impossible?" Nym asked.
"Anything that can happen isn't impossible," Harry did his best Dumbledore impression. "Anything that can be highly improbable but never impossible."
"Thanks, Gandalf," Nym rolled her eyes.
Harry raised his eyebrows at that.
"Gandalf?" Nym repeated. "You don't know who Gandalf is?"
"Should I?" Harry asked.
"My poor, sweet Harry," Nym pulled him into a tight, overly dramatic hug. "I will show you the works of Tolkien."
"Is it Gandalf Tolkien or Tolkien Gandalf?" Harry asked.
"Stop," Nym shifted him back to arm's length. "I have other things to do than to go get you the entire series." She paused. "Don't think you'd need to read The Silmarillion or The Children of Hurin until you've at least read The Hobbit."
"I'm going to pretend that I know what you're talking about," Harry patted her hand as he spoke.
"I should be back after dinner," Nym repeated. "Tomorrow morning at the latest. I'll need to pick up a few things to properly educate you."
"Should I be worried?" Harry asked.
"Nah," Nym replied. "You'll love it."
Nym gave him a quick kiss and left him to his own devices. His mind drifted as his feet moved on instinct. It wasn't until he found himself in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady that he realized where he was. He hadn't spent much time in the common room yet. Granted, it hadn't been that long since the school year had started, but he usually hung out there a few nights a week. Well, that wasn't completely true. The last time he had been in the common room he had ended up having sex with Lavender. Maybe it was his subconscious hoping for a repeat that led him here. The watch only had a small stripe of yellow in a sea of green, so it wasn't that he needed to release the excess magic. He had to admit the truth, he really liked sex. There were many, MANY less enjoyable ways that could work to ease the pressure, and he was in no hurry whatsoever to find them.
He shrugged, gave the password, and entered the common room. There weren't many people around. He stepped out of the way to make sure he wasn't blocking anyone. Since he was here anyway, he took a seat at one of the study tables. His classes had taken a backseat to the various crisis of the year. This was the time he was supposed to be preparing for OWLs. He could see the stress already working its way into the daily lives of his classmates.
Parvati dropped into the seat next to him, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Hello, Harry," she beamed at him.
"Hi, Parvati," he smiled back.
She pulled out a couple of books and some parchment. Harry sneakily studied her as she went about her task. Her Yule Ball last year had been an utter disaster, thanks to him, and yet she didn't seem to hold it against him. She was still nice, smiled at him, and there hadn't been any sudden rumors popping up about him in some negative light.
"Hey, Parvati," Harry spoke softly. "I wanted to apologize for last year. You looked amazing and I ruined your night."
"That's sweet, thank you," Parvati set down her quill and turned to face him. "I almost cursed you a few times. Padma may seem innocent, but she has a vindictive streak that is impressive. She came up with a spell that targets clothing."
"Like making it disappear?" Harry asked.
"No," Parvati chuckled. "That would be too easy. She made it so that whichever piece of clothing it hit constantly shifts. It will flip inside-out, turn backwards, and a few other tricks that only the person wearing them will experience."
"Damn," Harry nodded in appreciation.
"I was going to hit your boxers with it," Parvati admitted.
"How do you know I wear boxers?" Harry scrunched his brow as he asked.
She just flashed him a smile.
"Still, I am really sorry, and I'd like to make it up to you," Harry said. "Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"Aw, that's sweet," Parvati flashed him a dazzling smile. "I can't go to Hogsmeade this next time. Padma and I have some family business that we have to do a few weekends."
"Anything you need help with?" Harry asked.
"No," Parvati chuckled. "I swear, just because we're Indian doesn't mean we have arranged marriages. I mean, we can, but that's common here too. Why do you think Parkinson follows Malfoy around?" She paused to take a deep breath. "Sorry, it gets annoying when people assume things."
"I know the feeling," Harry muttered.
"I bet," Parvati patted his shoulder. "That's what helped me get over the Ball. After everything that happened last year it was clear that you were going through a lot."
Harry stopped himself from muttering in agreement.
"That doesn't mean you're off the hook, mister," Parvati mock-scowled at him. "You do owe me a nice evening out. We're talking about me in a nice dress, you in a suit, dancing, and all that we missed."
"Gladly," Harry replied with a big smile.
Parvati went back to her schoolwork. Harry tried to remember if there were any assignments that he had forgotten about. This year already had been a chaotic mess. Things didn't usually get started until Halloween.
"You know," Parvati whispered. "Lavender told me something interesting about you?"
"Oh?" Harry felt his mouth go dry.
"She said that you two had sex, right over there, and no one noticed," she pointed to where Harry had been reading the other night. "Is that true?"
Harry nodded. He didn't trust his voice.
"Want to try again?" Parvati asked as her tone filled with want.
"Yes," Harry squeaked out.
Parvati giggled. She stood and scanned the room. A couple people looked at her briefly simply drawn by the movement.
"Did you turn invisible or something?" Parvati asked.
"No," Harry shook his head. "People couldn't see us."
Parvati raised her eyebrows in an unspoken question. Harry took a breath and focused his magic to take the shape of a bubble around him. Parvati's eyes went wide as she searched for him. Every time she would look at him her eyes would drift off to the side. She reached out to touch him where she knew he had been a moment ago. Her hand neared him, then slightly veered away as it got close.
Harry let his magic relax. Parvati jumped back at his sudden appearance.
"That's amazing," Parvati whispered. "Do it again."
He did, this time allowing Parvati into the bubble with him. A playful smile crossed her face as she realized that she was 'invisible' too.
"How much does this work?" Parvati asked.
"Enough to have sex without people knowing," Harry replied with a roguish grin.
"Hey," Parvati turned to address the rest of the common room.
She scanned the room until she found a target.
"Oi, Finnegan," Parvati yelled. "I'll flash you if you look at me."
Seamus seemed to hear his name. He looked around the room, but his eyes passed right over Parvati. The wizard shrugged and went back to reading a course-book.
"I thought he was going to see me for a moment," Parvati laughed.
"I was tempted to let it drop," Harry teased.
"You wouldn't dare," Parvati gasped.
"I don't know," Harry crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "I would get a front row seat."
Parvati had a hunger in her eyes that he recognized. She pulled him into a kiss. A bolt of energy rushed along his spine, straight to his cock. Harry rested his hands on her hips as the kiss deepened. He reached lower and grabbed a handful of her surprisingly firm ass.
"Here?" He asked.
Her eyes flashed with mischief as she nodded. She let out a squeak of shock as he lifted her up onto the table. Harry flipped up her school skirt. His hands grabbed the band of her panties. He paused, looking up at her for a signal. She nodded. Harry tore the panties away, exposing her beautiful petals.
Parvati let out a gasp as she felt his hot breath on her pussy. She looked down to see a mop of black hair. Harry looked up at her with a roguish smirk. He kept eye contact as he lowered his mouth on her. His tongue licked her slit top to bottom before swirling around her clit. She could feel her juices starting to flow with each flick of his tongue.
Parvati was about to ask what she meant but it was that moment Harry shoved his tongue as deep as it would go and grinding his nose into her clit.
Parvati's thighs clamped down on his head. She let out a shocked squeak at the sensation.
Harry could feel the wetness on his face. It was a good start, but he wanted to make sure that she enjoyed this impromptu hook-up. His tongue vibrated against her clit and within mere moments of using parseltongue her thighs clamped onto the sides his head, somehow even tighter than before. She screamed something in a language he didn't recognize but took it as a good sign considering her hands in his hair were pulling him closer. Even after the cumming half a dozen times her cunt looked practically untouched.
Harry had to pry her legs away from his head, so he was able to breathe. He moved up from the between her legs so they would be face to face. Carefully, he pulled her closer to the edge of the table. His head of his cock let out a meaty thwap as it landed on her trimmed bush.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked.
Parvati opened her mouth to say something, but only gibberish came out. Harry flashed her a hungry smile. The new position gave him a close view of her expression as she sank down onto his cock. A high-pitched squeak was cut off halfway, leaving Parvati with her mouth open but soundless. Her eyes were as wide as could be, staring straight ahead without actually seeing anything. All Parvati could focus on was just how much Harry’s cock was stretching her pussy.
Harry groaned through clenched teeth. His cock felt like it was in a vice. Parvati screamed when Harry pulled her down to get more of his thick cock into her tight, searing hole. Her body shuddered in his grip as her legs lost their strength. They were still loosely around Harry’s body. The only thing keeping her hold was the fact that her ankles had locked together. Her already muddled mind couldn't figure out how her pussy could take in Harry’s cock in the first place.
"You are so fucking tight!" Harry growled as his cock a few inches deeper into Parvati. "Do you want me to pull out?"
"Don't you fucking dare!" Parvati yelled before he could finish speaking.
The tinge of desperation in her voice showed how deeply she was enjoying herself. She completely missed the smug smile he gave.
"Brace yourself," Harry whispered in her ear.
Parvati’s hand gripped Harry’s arms tightly in expectation. She wasn't prepared for Harry to pull her down his cock in one earth-shaking motion until their bodies clapped together. Her body spasmed as her pussy was well and truly stretched to its limit. Harry’s cock was reaching places inside her that she didn’t even know she had. The crown of his cock knocked against her cervix causing her vision to flash white.
Harry groaned at feeling the tight, wet cunt surrounding his cock. Parvati’s pussy was trying to strangle his shaft as she continued to orgasm. The feeling just made him want to go harder. He didn’t wait for her orgasm to end. Harry fucked her through the body-wracking sensation. The hint of a drunken smile settled on her face as he pulled a little of his cock out of her vice-like cunt before slamming back in.
Parvati moaned as her fingers lost the strength to hold onto his arm. Harry lifted her up along his shaft until he was level with her fuck-drunk face. She let out a little sad sound. Her pussy felt empty with only the tip of his cock still inside.
Harry thought Parvati never looked sexier. He wasn't too proud to admit that she and her sister had starred in quite a few fantasies. It was cliché to think of having a threesome with twins, but masturbation material didn't need to be complicated. Her usual cheery expression was replaced with a loopy smile on her flushed face.
A loud clap of flesh smacking into each other echoed around the room. Her cunt fought to keep his cock inside when he was sheathed fully. No matter the motion, her pussy clamped down so he tight that he had to work for every little movement.
"Fuck," Harry groaned as he luxuriated in the sensation. "I think I might keep you."
Harry paid no mind to Parvati, who was quivering on his cock as her pussy gushed out orgasm after orgasm on his cock. He lifted the cumming witch up his shaft. Her scream told him the move pushed her to another peak in her near-constant orgasm. He paused for just a moment to admire the woman before hammering her down until his balls bounced off her ass.
The only sounds that filled the room were the rapid claps of Parvati’s ass meeting Harry’s pelvis. Parvati mewled as he used her like a toy. She never thought sex could be something amazing. The thought of being Harry’s was becoming more appealing every thrust. Her head lolled from side to side as her vice-tight cunt to squeeze his cock.
"Fuck it," Harry growled out between harsh thrusts into Parvati’s pussy. "I’m going to fill you up."
Parvati’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt another orgasm slam into her. His words were lost in her haze. Harry let go of her hips to get two handfuls of her ass. The primal need to fill Parvati’s tight cunt with as much cum as he could.
Parvati sighed into Harry’s chest when she felt the first shot of cum blast into her depths. A wonderful, warm feeling spread through her lower body. Harry pumped rope after rope of seed into her. Each one was just as strong as the first. It got to a point when Parvati could feel his thick cum leaking out of her filled pussy and down her dangling legs.
"Damn, I didn't realize how much I needed that," Harry sighed as he carried her limp form back to the table and chairs.
He set her down gently, drew his wand, and cleaned them of their mess. She cooed as the air touched her skin. The heat from their coupling fading made the room feel a few degrees cooler than before.
"We should do this again," Parvati cooed.
"Maybe in a bed?" Harry teased.
"Or in the Great Hall," Parvati countered.
"I don't know if my magic would work on that scale," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Parvati said as she kissed along his neck.
"Put up this shield the next time I go eat?" Harry asked.
"No, silly," Parvati chuckled. "Sex on the Slytherin table, obviously."
"Obviously," Harry joined her laughter. "You're going to be trouble, aren't you?"
"Only the best kind," Parvati said winking at him.
"We should get cleaned up," Harry rubbed a hand along her spine as he spoke.
"Yes," Parvati nodded.
She sat up and tapped her chin in thought.
"What's up?" Harry asked.
"I'm just trying to remember if either of us used a contraception spell?" Parvati breezily replied.
Harry knew for a fact that he didn't. He was pretty sure she hadn't either, unless she had somehow manage to do it without him seeing.
"I'm just teasing you," Parvati laughed. "Most witches have a monthly potion to stop just these sort of things from happening."
"Most?" Harry asked, almost dreading the answer.
Parvati shrugged.
"I really need to use that spell," Harry muttered.
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