{Bathroom, Gryffindor 1st year dorm, Hogwarts}
Looking at the jiggling ass in front of me as Lavender tried her best to entice me, I obliged my instincts. While my left hand groped her and held her in place, I cocked my right hand back and brought it down for a spank.
~Spank~
"Anhh~ Yes, break me, Harry. Punish me for being such a sluttt~" Lavender moaned as she pressed her hips back against my hard cock. The tip glided against her asshole before it slid up between her ass cheeks.
...
[7(2.5x 10x) LP gained for spanking Lavender's ass]
[Learned Lavender's sexual trait: [BDSM Curious]]
...
Pulling my hips back, I lined it against her Pussy, the tip of my cock was just pushing open her labia as she hurriedly stopped me. "No, no, no, you can't fuck my pussy. It will count as a breach of the betrothal contract. They'll know if my hymen breaks." Panic laced her voice as she quickly explained.
"Okay," I replied, acknowledging her as she sighed in relief. Having seen the first chink in her armor, I was tempted to tease her a little with a quick, small thrust, but decided to postpone this surprise attack for later.
My left hand slipped along her waist as it slid up her body and cupped her right breast. I pulled her body towards me and used my right hand to turn her face, capturing her lips in a kiss.
...
[3.5(2.5x 10x) LP gained for kissing Lavender]
...
"Mhmm~" She moaned as the mood settled down and her ass once again started wiggling against my hard cock as she used her asscheeks to twerk against it. I enjoyed the sensations for a moment before I let her go, and she braced her falling body against the wall.
Grabbing my dick, I lined the tip against her asshole and felt it twitch in anticipation. Grabbing her left asscheek, I held her in place as I slowly started to push. Contrary to my expectations of her being a complete slut, her asshole was still tight as it resisted my invasion for a good couple of seconds before I felt her relax and the tip slowly slid in, with a lot of difficulty.
...
[48(2.5x 10x) LP gained for fucking Lavender's ass]
[Learned Lavender's sexual trait: [Anal Curious]]
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"Anghghgh~" Lavender moaned and groaned, "Fuck, you are so big. My dildo did not prepare me for something so massive."
Ignoring her moans, I pushed until the first third of my cock was wedged up in her ass. Letting go of my cock, I grabbed onto her ass with both hands and started to push as I pulled her toward me.
"Ahhh~You are tearing me aprarrrtttttt~" Lavender moaned as I felt her asshole clench hard against me and her pussy gush with her juices. I watched her flop forward, her body folding in on itself.
I managed to grab her falling head by her hair before it hit the wall. Adjusting my grip on her, I let go of her ass and wrapped my left hand around her neck. I pushed forward until her body was pressed against the wall.
...
[60(*2.5) LP gained for making Adorabella squirt]
[Learned Adorabella's sexual trait: [Anal Enthusiast]]
...
'Huh, I didn't know Adora was fond of ass fucking. Anyway, this should give me enough leverage.' I thought as I pushed forward once again, sinking inch by inch into her tight ass. After a lot of struggle, I managed to push my entire dick inside her ass right about the time she came out of her orgasmic high.
"Hah Hah Hah~" She panted as I felt her hand push against my cock, which should have been impossible, and only when I looked down did I notice that she was pushing against the bulge that was visible in her belly, right above her belly button.
"Fuck you are so deep in me~" Lavender moaned as she looked back at me. "When I clench, I can feel you wedged up all the way inside of me, filling me up as nothing has ever done before."
...
[60(*2.5) LP gained for making Adorabella squirt]
...
"Brace yourself," I told her, ignoring her praise, as I let go of her body. For this next part, I think I'm going to need my hands, so I grabbed onto her asscheeks again as I pulled out a couple of inches before I pushed again.
"Too big, you're too biggg~ I can feel you push aside my womb when you fuckkk meeee~" Lavender moaned as I felt her hand constantly rubbing her belly, feeling me distend her toned stomach in real time.
It started very slowly. Moving alone was a struggle for the first few minutes, but it got easier with time. Her ass was still clenching me tightly, protesting against my attempts at motion, but maybe it was the precum, or the spell that she had used, that had some kind of lubricating effect.
But in a short time I went from struggling to move to sawing half my dick in and out of her ass at a relatively fast pace.
~Clap~
"Anggghh~"
"Hah Hah~"
~Clap~
"Mmmhh~"
"Hah~"
~Clap~
"Agggrrrhh~"
"Hah Hah~"
~Clap~
"Anggghh~"
"Hah~"
Each of my thrusts was met with the sound of my thighs colliding against her hips, the lewd moans that were escaping her mouth, and both of our pants mixing together from exertion and pleasure as we got lost in the sins of flesh. Now that I could move much more easily, I moved forward with my plan to assert dominance.
...
[60(*2.5) LP gained for making Adorabella squirt]
...
Suddenly, I pushed, thrusting deep inside of her as I shuffled forward, getting a surprised shriek out of Lavender as I pressed her entire body against the wall and grabbed onto her neck. I choked her as I lifted her whole body up with the help of my other hand, pressing my chest against her back, pinning her in place as I wrapped my hand around her waist.
~Clap~
"Ohhhhh~" She moaned as her legs flailed. She was suspended in the air as I pulled my hips back and slammed into her hard. Once, twice. She dissolved into another moan as I felt her squirt for the first time, which soon turned into a second and third time as I fucked ass through multiple continuous orgasms.
...
[120(2.5x 10x) LP gained for making Lavender squirt from Anal]
[60(*2.5) LP gained for making Adorabella squirt]
[120(2.5x) LP gained for making Lavender squirt from Anal]
[60(*2.5) LP gained for making Adorabella squirt]
[120(2.5x) LP gained for making Lavender squirt from Anal]
...
"Fuck~" I grunted as I slammed into her ass, burying myself inside her as my cock erupted, painting her insides white. It was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life as I continued to pin Lavender against the wall, pumping load after load into her ass as I kept her there.
...
[120(2.5x 10x) LP gained for giving Lavender an anal creampie]
[Lavender awakened a sexual trait: [Creampie Curious]]
[Through continuous orgasms, Lavender has entered Mind Break State]
[Inhibition threshold reached: Inhibition level decreased]
[Corruption Level Increased]
[Trait Gained: Facial Reader {Purple}]
...
As my orgasm slowly subsided, I pulled out, which was relatively easy now with her gaping ass lubricated with a crempie, and let Lavender go. I watched her slide against the wall, then collapse onto the floor. Her ass was still suspended in the air as unconscious moans left her mouth, with a fucked silly expression on her face.
'That should do it,' I thought as I waved the notification away and stepped into the shower to clean my cock and body.
By the time I was done with my shower, Lavender still showed no sign of moving, her eyes remained unfocused, her cheek resting against the floor as the load that I had pumped into her was finally flowing out of her ass, coating her engorged pussy lips in a white glaze.
"Lavender, you are going to be late for class," I said, but she didn't respond. Shaking off my urge to leave her here, I thought about Ron waking up late and finding her collapsed on the floor, so I moved. Grabbing her by her arms, I slowly lifted her up, her eyes finally moved as she looked at me.
"You are going to be late," I told her.
"Fuck me again," She replied as I rolled my eyes at her. "I'm going, unless you want Ron to catch you naked. I suggest you do the same."
I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around myself, and left her hanging in the stall.
"I don't have a towel," She finally shouted, remembering something she had forgotten to consider when she had barged into my stall.
"Not my problem," I shouted back, waved at her, and left.
'Let her suffer from anxiety for a little bit.'
-x-X-x-
{Great Hall, Hogwarts}
By the time I walked in, the Great Hall was already packed. I had given Lavender a spare towel and, after ushering her away, I shook Ron awake, but the redhead just mumbled and went back to sleep.
After changing into my uniform, I took the fastest stairs down. Even still, it was almost 8:30 by the time I settled onto the table and grabbed a toast.
"Where were you, I asked Semus, and he said You were the first one up?" Hermione asked as soon as I sat down. As she asked, she slid a brown parchment toward me.
"I went for a morning run and some exercise. The castle is so big that I forgot to take that into account today," I made an excuse as I peered down at the timetable.
"You should eat quickly. We need to go back to the dorms to get our potion supplies and then go back down to the dungeons before classes start. I heard Professor Snape was pretty strict, so we'd better not be late on the first day." Hermione rattled off a lot of information as I looked down at the timetable.
'Wasn't the first class supposed to be Transfiguration in canon?' I thought as I read the timetable, maybe the change was because this was a different year.
...
'''Monday: 9.12 - 11.35 Transfiguration Class 34, Third Floor; 11.45 - 1.03 Potions Dungeons; 2.12 - 3.33 Defense Against the Dark Arts, Class 31, Second Floor; 3.52 - 5.32 Charms Class 99, South Tower'''
'''Tuesday: 9.14 - 10.55, Potions, Dungeons; 11.45 - 1.02, History of Magic, Class 72, Third Floor; 2.15 - 3.24, Herbology, Class 102, South Tower; 3.35 - 5.12, Transfiguration, Class 34, Third Floor'''
'''Wednesday: 9.05 - 12.00, Double Potions, Dungeons; 12.35 - 1.22, Charms, Class 99, South Tower; 3.45 - 5.03, Magical Theory, Class 34, First Floor'''
'''Thursday: 9.13 - 11.23, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Class 31, Second Floor; 11.40 - 12.51, Potions, Dungeons; 1.53 - 3.12, Transfiguration, Class 34, Third Floor; 3.25 - 5.02, Flying, Lawn by Forbidden Forest'''
'''Friday: 9.02 - 10.54, Herbology, Class 102, South Tower; 11.23 - 1.01, History of Magic, Class 72, Third Floor; 2.01 - 3.11, Charms, Class 99, South Tower; 3.55 - 5.03, Magical Theory, Class 34, First Floor'''
'''Saturday: 9.04 - 10.45, Potions, Dungeons; 11.00 - 12.45, Herbology, Class 102, South Tower; 2.00 - 5.05, Transfiguration, Class 34, Third Floor; 23:45 - 01:15, Astronomy, Class 54, Astronomy Tower'''
...
I quickly ate my toast as I heard Parvati gossip, "Professor Snape, who teaches potions, is the Head of Slytherin House. I have heard that he always favors them. Percy said to be on our best behavior, as he likes targeting first-years to deduct massive amounts of points."
'Right, my first class is with Snape, which means he would try to use Legilimency on me. I gained some LP, let's see if it is enough to max out Meditation.' I thought as I quickly opened my status.
...
[Available LP: 8662]
...
'Alright, that should be more than enough. Maybe I should thank Lavender for her morning gift.' I thought as I quickly converted the LP into experience pool, leaving me with 866 Exp. Then I quickly focused on leveling up Meditation once.
'As expected, max level is 10.'
...
[Meditation Lv Max]
[Enter a hyper-focused state, calming down your erratic thoughts, and draw ambient mana into your body. Improves mana recovery and increases mental clarity while maintained.]
[Mana recovery +100%]
[Max skill effect: Meditation state can now be maintained as long as you are focused on a singular task with complete focus]
...
'Wow, that change is huge,' I thought as not only the mana recovery boost changed from the expected 60 to 100, but the more important part of the maxed-out skill was clearly the Max skill effect.
'So by chance if I'm listening to Snape and completely focus on his words, I can enter a meditation state and keep my thoughts focused, thus having a kind of Occlumency defense active.' While it wasn't the actual skill, it was a kind of defense against Legilemency.
'But it would only work as long as I'm not caught off gaurd, trying to Occlumency should still remain on the agenda. Still, this gives me better confidence for my plan A.' I thought as I finished my toast.
"Let's go," I said to Hermione as I noticed Lavender walking into the Great Hall. She was walking a little slowly, considering she was a little late, but then she stumbled a little as I saw her winch, and I realized why.
'I kinda didn't show her ass any mercy back there.' I thought. Considering how much her sacrifice had helped me, I was debating helping her out a little later.
I turned to Hermione and noticed her face was a little red.
"You okay?" I asked, and she hurriedly nodded and quickened her pace. Rolling my eyes at her behavior, I remembered that she had heard about what happened last night.
'I wonder what she would think when she hears about what happened this morning,' I thought, suppressing a wince.
Hermione and I had been stuck in limbo. For the past month, at least once a day, we would spend some time making out, which would lead to some over-the-clothes action, and then fingering and blowjob. Then she would spend each night watching me destroy her mother.
'After the first day, I hadn't tried to push her toward sex, as she seemed quite satisfied with just blowjobs and a little bit of voyeurism. And her inhibition has been stuck at 99/100 for the past week.'
"Hermione, wait," I stopped her from taking the first stair that had arrived in front of us. By my calculations, it would lead to the third floor and then who knows where.
"We are going to be late, Harry." She gave me an annoyed look as I motioned for her to be patient. It was difficult to ignore her questioning look at the next set of stairs that would have taken us to the fifth floor. Finally, the fastest-moving set of stairs arrived, and I motioned for her to go on.
"Hah Hah Hah~" She panted as we had to run across seven continuous moving stairs. Otherwise, we might have ended up stranded, who knows where. Even I felt a little winded. It had been too much exercise for a morning when I'm working on just one toast.
"How did you know that that particular stair would take us up so fast?" Hermione asked me with narrowed eyes.
"Magic," I grinned and dodged her swipe of annoyance as I replied, "I could tell you, but I'm pretty sure you would be able to figure it out soon. Also, it's a rite of passage for Hogwarts students to learn this stuff on their own."
She gave me narrowed eyes, then accepted my words: "Caput Draconis." I spoke as the fat lady swung.
"Meet you here in 2?" I threw the words as I ducked past the common room and quickly walked down into the dorm. The first thing I heard was Ron snoring.
'Fuck me, this is the last time I'm trying.' I thought as I hurried over to him. "Ron, wake up, mate. Our first lecture is Snape, you don't want to be late to his class."
That seemed to do the trick as Ron snapped awake. "Snape?" he asked as he started fumbling towards his trunk to get changed into his dress robes.
'I wonder what stories the twins had told him about Snape,' I thought as I quickly walked over to my trunk, grabbed my potions supplies and the Potions and Charms textbook, and put them in my carry bag.
"Don't forget to grab your potion supplies," I yelled at Ron as I left the dorm. Hermione was already waiting, tapping her foot against the rugged floor.
"I was waking up Ron, I swear. You don't want to lose house points on the first day, right?" I held up my hands in defense as she rolled her eyes.
"Let's go. I want to see what trick there is to these stairs." She had a satchel slung over her shoulders that looked like it held more than the two books needed for lectures before lunch.
'Don't tell me she has all of her books in there, in case of emergency.' I thought, but before I could comment, a notification appeared in front of me, which made my steps falter for a moment.
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[New fame trait gained: [Boy-with-the-big-dick]]
...
'What?'
-x-X-x-
{Potions classroom, Dungeons, Hogwarts}
"Harry?" Hermione asked, breaking me out of my trance as I stared at the latest notification in disbelief.
"Yes, sorry, we should hurry," I rattled off, trying to push what I had just read out of my mind... for a moment, at least. She rolled her eyes as I ignored the finger-pointing and the stares we got as we walked through the hallways.
Even the paintings were pointing fingers as legends and rumors about the boy who lived spread through the castle. Everybody wanted to sneak a peek at who I was.
"There, look."
"Where?"
"Next to the brunette."
"Wearing the glasses?"
"Did you see his face?"
"Did you see his scar?"
I tightened my grip on my bag as we finally walked toward the dungeon, and the number of students gawking at me dwindled. When we walked into the potions lab, it was a dingy-looking class, even though it was surprisingly clean.
The classroom was lined with jars containing various ingredients, and wooden tables were set up with cauldrons, scales, and fire burners already in place. We were told to buy the equipment and most of the common, less volatile ingredients for the potions class.
When our trunks were taken up to the common room, I think the House elves took the cauldron and scales and brought them to Snape. In hindsight, that was a huge breach of privacy in the 2020s, but it seemed like everyone was okay with it in the 90s.
'At least there is no black Snape in this timeline...no offense,' I thought as I sat down at one of the last available tables. Since everyone had the same standard supplies, there was no real sense of ownership, so I sat in front of a cauldron, with Hermione taking the seat next to me at another.
"Tempus~" I cast, since it was already 8:58. Class was supposed to start in 7 minutes, so I should have time to figure out what the heck this new fame trait was about.
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[Fame Trait: Boy-with-the-big-dick (White)]
[Rumors have been bubbling about your more than impressive shlong among the Gryffindor first-year girls. As long as a witch knows these rumors, there is a chance to get a percentage boost in affection gain based on their sexual inclinations.]
[+10% Affection gain from those who are sexually interested in you and are curious to test those rumors.]
[+20% Affection gain from those who are sexually interested in you and are sexually inclined to feel attraction by the size of your member.]
[-10% Affection gain from those who are not sexually interested in you or are sexually afraid of dealing with a larger than average male genitalia.]
...
I stared at the fame trait in disbelief for a moment. It kind of baffled me that something like this was even a thing, even though it made sense in how it came to be. Lavender and Parvati are the gossipy kind, judging by the giggle and the way Parvati's eyes were flicking back to me again and again.
I'm sure Lavender had already told her everything about the bathroom incident, and Hermione would likely hear about it soon as well. I looked at her, she was flipping through her textbook, her eyes flipping through the lines for a quick recap.
'I guess no matter how much she has changed when it comes to sexual matters, at her core she is still a bookworm.'
I shared a brief moment of eye contact with Daphne when the gate creaked open behind me, and Ron walked in. He was barely in time, and as soon as he settled into a seat, the door on the other end of the classroom opened with a bang. Snape, in all his flair, robes billowing, walked out, his beady eyes taking everything in as ours met briefly.
I avoided his gaze for now as Snape walked over to his desk and started with a simple roll call. I knew it was coming, so I focused my mind, keeping myself focused on Snape's every action, trying as hard as possible to give the man in black robes my full attention.
He paused at my name.
"Oh yes, Harry Potter. Our newest... celebrity." Snape drawled, his eyes meeting mine. I didn't look away this time, focusing on keeping my mind on what he was saying. A prick of tension formed between my eyebrows, then grew into irritation. It was a moment stolen away from everyone as we stared at one another.
Only when Snape looked away and called the next name, "Thomas, Dean," did I sigh in relief and suppress a smile.
...
[New Skill Learned: Occlumency[0/500]]
...
'Plan A worked,' I thought, which was a little surprising because when does anything in life ever turn out so well? But as Snape quickly took the rest of roll call, I realized that even putting aside the LP system, the greatest ability I've gained is the ability to get my foot in the door to abilities that should be quite complex to master.
'I should level it up as soon as possible,' I thought as I pulled up my status and looked at the available EXP in the experience pool.
[Experience Pool: 487]
'Well, that's a bummer, but I think my old buddy Snape here will help me out, right?' I thought as I poured the Experience Pool into Occlumency. I felt a cool breeze of clarity brush through my mind as my emotions of anxiety and tension bled away.
...
[Occlumency Lv 0 (487/500)]
[The magical art of shielding the mind from outside intrusion. Improves control over thoughts, emotions, and memories while increasing resistance against mental interference.]
[Cost: >1 MP/s]
...
I felt my mana rushing toward my brain as the skill activated when I dumped points into it. The world felt suddenly empty as I looked at Snape, trying to find the resentment and pain hidden behind his Occlumency.
'Clearly, using Occlumency 24x7 wasn't a good idea. But from what I can tell, the ability isn't passive... Maybe I would unlock some protection when I level it up to max, but that was so far away. This ability is also on a different scale, as the requirement of Exp is ten times that of Meditation.' I thought, and another screen flickered into view in front of me, which at least meant the burden of the Occlumency ability was slightly lessened.
...
[Synergy detected between Occlumency and Meditation]
[Occlumency ability gains the trait {Passive Meditation}]
...
[Occlumency Lv 0 (487/500)]
[The magical art of shielding the mind from outside intrusion. Improves control over thoughts, emotions, and memories while increasing resistance against mental interference.]
[Cost: >1 MP/s]
[{Passive Meditation}: Gain a 50% boost to Mana Regeneration while Occlumency is active]
...
"...-n't expect you will really understand the beauty of a softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death... if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Snape drawled. His speech had a classic pause, which was eerily similar to the actor from the movies.
'I always liked his portrayal of Snape in the movies.' I thought, expecting Snape to burst out at me.
"Potter!" Snape spat. I don't know if he was channeling his curse at James, but that two-syllable word had real heat. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"Draught of Living Death... sir," I added as an afterthought as Snape's mouth curled into a slight sneer. A popular fan theory suggested a hidden message of remorse in that first question, but I just couldn't see it, given the sneer on his face.
I felt the prickling sensation once again between my eyebrows as our eyes met, and I felt more mana being consumed to hide away my thoughts about the fan theory. That was a good thing, because I'm pretty sure I would be standing in front of Dumbledore in record time, my brain scrambled for future knowledge, if Snape knew what I was thinking.
If he was surprised by my answering his question correctly or by deflecting his mind rape attempt, he didn't show it. Instead, he asked me another question as I felt the probe between my eyebrows intensify, and I had to break eye contact for just a second before looking back at him. "And where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar? Mr. Potter?"
This small dodge caused his spell to fizzle out. Although losing experience for the skill was a shame, I didn't know how powerful he could make this probe, and I didn't want to exhaust my mana in the first period.
"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat... Sir," I replied once again. Snape stared at me for a moment before he gave in and changed target.
"Mr. Weasley, what is the difference between a monkshood and wolfsbane?" I turned to Ron, who stared at Snape, gobsmacked, and shook his head in denial.
"2 Points from Gryffindor. Next time, I would suggest that you open a book before coming to the lectures." Snape reprimanded him with a sneer, his eyes sweeping the room, and I saw Neville duck behind his cauldron.
He waved his wand and a recipe appeared on the board behind him. I looked at the list of ingredients, comparing them to the common ones I had brought with me and the uncommon ones I guessed he would provide.
'I haven't tried brewing potions yet. Hopefully I inherited none of Harry's talent in this area.'
-x-X-x-
{Potions classroom, Dungeons, Hogwarts}
'I just need horned slugs, I have the snake fangs and the porcupine quills in my common ingredients.' I thought as I followed Hermione to the ingredients station, where 20 portions of horned slugs already sat on the table.
I grabbed a portion, with no idea how to tell whether one set of ingredients was superior to another. I decided to simply gamble on luck. I felt Snape's sneer follow my actions, but he didn't do anything.
Back at my station, I looked through the instructions once before deciding what to do.
'''Add 6 snake fangs to the mortar.
Crush into a fine powder using the pestle.
Add 4 measures of the crushed fangs to your cauldron.
Heat the mixture to 250 for 10 seconds.
Wave your wand.
Let it brew, then return it in 33-45 minutes.
Add 4 horned slugs to your cauldron.
Take the cauldron off the fire before adding the next ingredient.
Add 2 porcupine quills to your cauldron.
Stir 5 times, clockwise.
Wave your wand to complete the potion.'''
After a quick read, several things stood out. First, the instruction to simply wave my wand was clearly ambiguous.
'Wave my wand how? Clockwise, anticlockwise, a swish, a flick, an oval or circular motion? Didn't some potions have precise instructions on what to do?' I thought. Still, I had to follow the instructions for now, and since it hadn't specified anything, I'd just do two clockwise waves.
After going through the ingredients list, I reached into my bag and grabbed my dragonhide gloves from my inventory. Then I brought out 6 Snake fangs and 2 porcupine quills from my stock and placed them beside the horned slugs.
'Okay, the ingredients are all here. Next, I just need to follow the steps.' I thought as I grabbed the cauldron and looked at it, confirming it was new and free of residue. It also already had some water pre-placed in it, so I think Snape had already taken care of that.
I grabbed the pestle beside the scales and carefully placed the 6 snake fangs into it. Grinding the ingredients into a paste, I dropped it onto the brass scales, measured out 4 10g portions, and set it aside. The brass scale had 1 g, 10 g, and 100 g scales, and given how much snake fang I crushed, only the 10 g scale made sense.
Still, I sneaked a glance at Hermione, and thankfully she was doing the same thing. With that done, I added the mixture into the cauldron and started the fire. I looked around at the burner and found a setting bar that went from 10 to 500.
'I sure hope this is not temperature because I don't think 500 degrees is a very safe temperature to be this close to.' Still, my gloves protected me from the heat as I counted down to 10, then waved my wand clockwise over the potion.
I clearly felt some mana drain from me into the wand, but nothing visual indicated it did anything. Anyway, I sat back down and was about to cast the tempus charm when I paused.
'Since waving a wand was considered an ingredient, performing magic around a potion is clearly not a good idea. Maybe I should look to buy an analog watch,' I thought as I stood up and backed away from the potion before casting the tempus charm.
'''9:14'''
'Well... now I have half an hour to kill.' I thought as I looked around. Almost everybody had managed to go through the recipe cleanly, and I couldn't see anyone doing too badly.
"You should focus on your potion, Potter. It is a complex art that requires your full concentration in case anything goes wrong." Snape sneered from somewhere to my right, causing me to flinch slightly.
'How the fuck is he walking like a fucking ninja?' I cursed as I replied, "Yes, Professor."
For the next half hour, I stared at my potion bubble, which turned into a light blue mixture. It was the most boring half hour of my life, but with Snape hovering around, I had nothing else to do. Leaning back, I cast the Tempus charm and confirmed that it had been 37 minutes since I last checked.
I put on my gloves once again and added 4 horned slugs to the cauldron. As soon as they dropped in, I saw the mixture turn bright red, and for a moment it looked like it would explode before it shimmered down. I turned off the fire and took the cauldron off the burner before I added 2 porcupine quills.
Grabbing a ladle, I started stirring clockwise when I heard Professor Snape let out an angry hiss and bellow, "Idiot boy!"
I looked at Neville's potion as green smoke billowed from the twisted remains of his cauldron. I remember reading about this in the book. It seemed that even at 7 years older, the shy Gryffindor couldn't escape Snape's shadow.
"I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Snape made sarcastic remarks as I focused on my own potion and finished the last four clockwise stirs. With that done, I pulled the ladle out and waved my wand at the potion again as I puffed out pink smoke.
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[Discovered Innate trait: Potion's Inclination]
[Learned new skill: [Potion Making]]
...
'Wait, what, I can have more innate traits that I haven't discovered?' I thought, quickly pulling up my status to check its effects. At the same time, I looked at my available traits. Most of them had something to do with wanded magic, and I remembered that the first time I checked my status, it was after I had selected my wand... or my wand had selected me.
'So I could likely have more traits towards different magics, like runes or arithmancy.' I guessed, though I was a little doubtful. I knew I inherited the transfiguration trait from James, so this Potions trait must be from Lily.
"Take him up to the hospital wing, and next time add 4 measures as stated instead of putting all the crushed Snake's fang into your potion." Snape spat at Ron as he flicked his wand, vanishing both of their potions.
Snape's angry eyes turned to me, and he opened his mouth to say something before he paused at the pink smoke that was coming out of my potion. He leaned forward as he sniffed my potion. After staring at it for a moment, he didn't say anything before he waved his wand and vanished it.
"Read more reference books in the library, Potter. Just because you were able to successfully brew a potion doesn't mean you have talent for brewing." Snape sneered as he walked away, checking everyone's potions before he vanished most of the class's potions except two.
Both Daphne and Malfoy got an acceptable grade from the man as he told them to put the potions into vials to be sent to the Hogwarts infirmary. I shared a look with Hermione, who was puzzled too, but she didn't question anything as Snape walked back to his desk.
"As expected, I have been saddled with the difficult task of explaining the essence of magic to dunderheads." He let his words linger as he began speaking, "The snake fangs used in today's potions are mainly collected from venomous snakes, especially venomous snakes that live in hotter areas."
"When crushed, the leftover poison that is filled within them is mixed in with the powdered fangs. The main task of creating a boils cure potion is to neutralize the truly harmful neurotoxins present in this trace amount of poison while keeping the poison's ability to break down oils and dead cells." Snape spoke as he waved his wand, and the recipe vanished. In its place, another appeared.
'''Add crushed snake fangs to your cauldron and stir.
Slice your Pungous Onions finely and place in cauldron, then heat the mixture.
Add dried nettles.
Add a dash of Flobberworm Mucus and stir vigorously.
Add a sprinkle of powdered ginger root and stir vigorously again.
Add pickled Shrake spines.
Stir gently, so as not to overexcite the Shrake spines.
Add a glug of stewed horned slugs.
Add porcupine quills.
Finally, wave your wand over the cauldron to finish the potion.'''
"This is another recipe that you would find in many reference books if you tried to look for it. There are multiple ways to neutralize the poison in a snake's fangs, and some families have their own recipes for most potions."
"To truly master that art of brewing, you need to understand how the ingredients reacted to..." Snape began speaking, explaining the crucial reactions between different reagents that could produce the same effect. I felt a little lost at first, but it soon made sense. It reminded me a little bit of A-level chemistry, except we had dead animal parts instead of chemicals to mix.
'Ohh, how fun,' I thought dryly as Snape droned on about the various effects of Snake spines and their uses.
-x-X-x-
{Dungeons, Hogwarts}
I adjusted my bag strap as I left the classroom. The first half of the lecture focused on brewing the potion, while the second half was a full-on lecture where Snape introduced the three ingredients used in today's recipe, along with techniques to get the most out of each in different scenarios.
'Who would have thought that cutting Horned slugs instead of putting them as is would have blown up the potion because a special juice would be released by their torn muscles upon suffering damage at room temperature.' I thought.
The class had been much more sophisticated and informative than I expected. In canon, although it was never shown, Snape was always implied to be a horrible teacher. What I saw today was a biased teacher, but not someone who doesn't know what he was talking about.
'And why the hell is Potions this complicated? Wasn't this just supposed to be follow the recipe and get the potion?' I thought.
"What do you think?" I asked Hermione, who looked a little lost in thought.
"Do we have enough time to go to the Library before Charms?" Hermione answered my question with one of her own.
Resisting an urge to roll my eyes at her, I replied, "No, we just have 30 minutes, might as well go to the Charms classroom and wait for the class to start."
She nodded and went back to her thinking face, I had gotten used to that expression whenever we studied together over the summer.
"So, do you think Neville will be back for Charms?" Dean asked. All of us Gryffindors walked toward the South Tower as a group.
"I think so. I mean, we just brewed the potion that is supposed to cure boils, right?" I asked.
"Yes, but it takes a while for the potion to work, and those pimples looked painful," Lavender replied, shivering slightly, likely thinking about a disgusting memory.
'I'm guessing someone had a messy puberty,' I thought.
"So how is it that the cure-for-boils potion caused boils?" Semus asked with a confused expression on his face.
"It's poison," Hermione replied almost instinctively, then paused and looked around at everyone now looking to her for an answer.
"An antidote is most of the time a poison that is modified with an express purpose to deal with the poison. So since Neville was not suffering from boils, the poison contained in the potion, well, it caused a version of it to pop up." She explained.
Everyone digested her words for a moment as we walked out of the dungeons. The temperature rose slightly, and I shook my shoulders to shake off the shivers. We reached the grand staircase, and everyone took the first flight of stairs. It would take us to the third floor.
"You guys go ahead," I said, motioning for them to go on. My words pulled Hermione from her thoughts as she looked at the stairs with narrowed eyes. With a mystery before her, she quickly shifted her thoughts as I watched her examine everything.
As the rest of the Gryffindors took the stairs up, I heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"It's unfortunate that you got sorted along with those lot, heir Potter," I heard Draco's voice coming from behind me. I turned around, my eyes quickly sweeping over everyone present. All the Slytherin first-years stood behind Draco, who stood at the front with Pansy by his side.
"It's unfortunate indeed, heir Malfoy. I must congratulate you on a well-made potion." I offered with a small smile.
"Well, thank you..." Draco replied before he hesitated. He nodded, and the rest of the Slytherins moved, leaving only Draco and Pansy behind.
"I must say I didn't know you had the talent for mind arts, heir Potter, though you might want to drop those shields before you hurt yourself," Draco whispered as he took a couple of steps towards me.
'Wait, how did he-' I thought as I stopped using the skill. The clarity boost faded, and my muted emotions rushed back. I almost stumbled. I had gotten so lost in the feeling of being in control that I had almost drained my reserves dry. The piercing headache that burst between my eyebrows proved I had overexhausted my reserves, but somehow Occlumency had suppressed that feeling.
Draco's hand briefly grabbed my shoulders as I swayed. I nodded my thanks as exhaustion crept into my muscles. I ignored the notifications that were flooding my vision and focused on staying on my feet.
"Who taught you Occlumency? Didn't they warn you that using it for an extended period could be harmful? Especially since our cores are so young, your body doesn't have enough magic to support using such expensive magic long term," He rattled off as I slowly recovered. The headache was still there, but it wasn't piercing my forehead anymore. At least, so that was a plus.
"Nobody, I kinda figured it out in class. Was it that obvious that I was using Occlumency?" I asked, straightening my back and looking at him and Pansy, who were both appraising me.
"You figured out Occlumency?" Pansy asked, disbelief coloring her haughty tone.
"Yeah... I don't think Professor Snape likes me very much," I joked as I motioned for them to walk toward the staircase.
"Don't accuse people without proof, Heir Potter," Malfoy almost snapped, then continued, "Although it is not practiced as much anymore, there is precedent for demanding honor duels over some rather ridiculous insults."
"Thank you, Heir Malfoy, though I would prefer you call me Harry. We are all friends here, are we not?" I made a simple offer to the blond-haired boy next to me, who looked surprised before nodding.
"Of course, call me Draco," He replied in kind.
"Pansy," Pansy replied, though her voice still held a haughty edge.
"It's a pleasure to be your acquaintance," I replied as we started walking up. Since we had to get to the seventh floor again, we shelved our talk as the stairs flew by, something both of them already knew because their parents had likely taught them how to navigate the castle.
"And yes, it was obvious. I know Prof. Snape can be scary, but no one can hold a blank face for that long without a twitch. It was quite obvious to those in the know that you were using Occlumency." Draco replied as we finally reached the seventh floor. His face was a little flushed.
"Oh," I responded, trying to sound intelligent, "I guess I'll keep it in mind not to overdo the whole Occlumency thing," I added.
"Of course," Malfoy replied as we walked towards the south tower. He hesitated a little before he finally asked, "What did it feel like? When you got Occlumency to work, I mean?"
"I don't know, can't really describe it," I replied before I thought about it some more. "It felt like a blanket was placed over my thoughts. I can recall the class with perfect clarity now that I think about it," I said, because as soon as I thought about how it felt, it felt like I was able to go back to that exact moment in time and figure out how I felt.
"Ah yes, the recall. First stage in your Occlumency Mastery." Malfoy replied with envy in his tone. I looked at him for a moment, realizing it was time to move forward with my plan to build connections with the Slytherins instead of playing cat and mouse with Draco for seven years.
"Say, I think you have a lot of insight into this branch of Mind magic. So how about I offer you a deal?" I spoke, gathering the attention of both Draco and Pansy.
"What kind of deal?" Draco asked with an interested expression.
"If you tell me all about the different stages of Occlumency Mastery, in exchange, I'll write down and share all of my experience, past and future, with the study of the aforementioned magical art." I put forward a rather good deal, in my opinion.
"Why should we take the risk of spreading a restricted magical art? There is no guarantee that your experience would be particularly useful for us." Pansy pointed out.
'Wait, Occlumency is restricted?' I thought.
"Restricted?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, the Ministry banned its spread long ago because a high enough mastery of it allows you to resist the effects of Veritaserum," Malfoy replied.
"Okay... I did not know that. Pardon my request, then. Maybe we could do another deal in the future," I offered my hand to Malfoy as we arrived at the Charms classroom.
Malfoy shook my head firmly as he nodded, "...Not at all, Harry. This has been an enlightening conversation."
As I was going toward the classroom, Malfoy's voice interrupted me: "What are your views on Muggleborn Harry?"
I paused. When I made my plan, I already knew where I wanted to go in this debate.
"Muggleborns, I don't really have an opinion on them. Now, Muggles, on the other hand. I'm pretty sure the magical world needs to do something about them."
My words seemed to catch them off guard as they watched me enter the classroom, eyes wide.
'I'm pretty sure that my words would have plenty of discussion among the Slytherins tonight.'
-x-X-x-
{Charms Classroom, Hogwarts}
"So why were you being cozy with the Malfoys?" I heard Ron ask as soon as I sat down next to Hermione. The classroom was divided into two semicircular platforms. Ron and Neville sat right behind me, while Lavender and Hermione sat on either side of me.
His words caused everyone to look over curiously. "Nothing much, he reminded me to stop using Occlumency. Do you know anything about that?"
"Occlumency? I haven't read anything about that?" Hermione answered first, a habit she must have developed throughout her schooling.
"I think Nan mentioned something about it once, something to do with mind magic and defense," Neville muttered as everyone turned to him to elaborate, but my attention stayed on Lavender, who looked at me with wide eyes.
'She's a pureblood after all. No matter how playful she portrays herself, I'm sure her family had given her plenty of education regarding important things to look out for.' I concluded as I waited for her to say anything.
"How do you know Occlumency?" She asked, a little disbelief in her voice.
"I don't know what it was called either. I just felt a tingle between my eyebrows when I looked at Snape, and then a cool sensation as I felt everything sharpen into focus." I tried to sound vague and make up a story.
"A natural Occlumulus..." Lavenderr muttered as she looked at me in awe, her eyes shining with slight arousal as I saw her clamp her thighs and shift slightly in her seat.
"What is an Occlumulus?" Ron asked as Dean and Semus leaned in too. Both of them also belonged to the almost-Muggleborn level in knowledge regarding these things.
"A wizard who knows the Mind art of Occlumency is called an Occlumulus. Occlumency is the magical art of protecting your brain from magical intrusion of another mind art called Legilimency. I can't believe Professor Snape used Legilimency on you. It is very illegal." Lavender whispered the last part, concern etching into her voice.
"You mean you can read someone's mind?" Hermione whispered furiously, her wide eyes darting around.
"Not everyone can. Legilimency is even more complex than Occlumency. Too few masters can read your mind or memories. Even skilled users take decades to get to a point where they can just read your surface thoughts." Lavender replied.
"So I'm a natural Occlumulus. My magic automatically defended when it found an attack, right?" I asked, and Lavender nodded.
"Are you going to brush past the fact that Snape tried to read your mind?" Hermione whispered furiously.
"I mean, we can't really do anything, no, can we? It's his word against mine, as there is no way to prove any of it happened. What I'm worried about is him targeting the rest of you guys. Is there any way to defend against it, Lavender?" I explained to Hermione before turning toward Lavender.
"Well, the easiest method is to avoid direct eye contact with Snape. The spell for Legilimency needs eye contact for it to work, but you can't normally use it unless you know the other person can use it." Lavender replied.
'Thankfully, she knows that avoiding eye contact works,' I thought as I replied, "I guess that will have to do. Remember to avoid eye contact with Snape whenever you are thinking of something inappropriate, or if ever caught by him."
Everyone nodded and muttered their approval while I saw Hermione turn slightly red when I said that, wondering what she was thinking that was so embarrassing.
"Good morning, everyone!" A slightly squeaky voice interrupted us as the office door opened, and a short figure walked out. I looked down at a small wizard in formal attire with shiny black hair.
"My name is Filius Flitwick. I'll be your Charms professor for your seven years at Hogwarts." He spoke excitedly as he started walking up a platform made up of books. My eyes drifted towards his ears, which were a little pointy but not too sharp, unlike a purebred goblin.
"Welcome to Charms. Wands may remain on your desks for the moment. Before we begin casting anything, I should like you to understand what it is you have come here to learn." With a tap of his wand, a piece of chalk rose from the desk in front of him and wrote a single word upon the blackboard in brilliant cursive.
'''Charms'''
"Who would like to tell me why a spell is classified as a Charm?" Flitwick asked as he looked around the class expectantly. His teaching style was quite clearly different from Snape.
Hermione raised her hand after a second, and Prof. Flitwick pointed at her to answer, "Yes, Miss?"
"Granger, Professor, Hermione Granger. A charm is a spell that imparts particular properties to an object or creature, Professor." Hermione replied. She sounded quite confident in her explanation.
"Very good, Miss Granger. 1 point to Gryffindor." Professor Flitwick beamed at Hermione, who smiled back, clearly pleased to have earned points for Gryffindor.
"Consider this cup. At present, it does very little beyond holding my tea. A very valuable service, I assure you, but certainly a limited one." A few students smiled as he waved his wand in a complicated pattern at the cup and cast a spell, "Aversatio~."
"I might charm it to keep its contents always warm. I can also make it smaller so it is easier to carry in my pocket, or persuade it to hop out of the way whenever someone tries to knock it over."
He leaned forward and tried to grab the cup, but the cup sprang sideways, avoiding his attempt.
"In each case, it remains a cup. Magic has altered its behavior or one of its properties. But if I were to turn it into a mouse, however, we should be entering Professor McGonagall's field." Professor Flitwick joked, getting a splattering of laughter from Gryffindors.
Unfazed, he continued, "The distinction can become more complicated as you advance to higher-level spells, but it will serve us well for now to understand what a charm is."
"Could you make it do all those things at once?" Ron asked curiously.
"An excellent question, Mr. Weasley? Yes, provided the charms are compatible and properly cast. Though I would advise mastering a cup that keeps your tea warm before attempting one that dodges your attempt to drink said warm tea."
"What happens if the charms aren't compatible?" Dean asked.
"Then you may, if you are lucky, find yourself cleaning tea off the ceiling." Flitwick joked again, and this time almost everyone laughed. Flitwick clearly took a more reasonable, fun approach to the class.
"Which brings us to something you must understand from the beginning, and for the purposes of your exams, you should write this down." Flitwick placed his wand beside the cup. "A useful charm must do more than produce an impressive effect. It must produce the effect you intended, upon the correct target, with a reasonable degree of control."
He looked around the room. "A charm that lights your wand when you wish to read is useful. A charm that lights every wand in your dormitory at two in the morning is likely going to cost you some friends."
I grinned as I dipped the feather into the ink, letting it soak it before using it to write down what he was saying. I mean, I could use a pen if I wanted to, but trying to embrace a new culture, however backward it is, is the easiest way to not stand out.
"Many of you have already performed magic before coming to Hogwarts. Perhaps something moved when you were frightened, blocking your path, protecting you. Perhaps something broke when you were angry, or you found yourself somewhere you could not possibly have reached." Professor Flitwick continued as I completed writing down his earlier definition.
"Those experiences demonstrate that you possessed magic and a will powerful enough to bend the natural laws. Here, you will learn to use it deliberately with intent. You should be able to choose an effect, produce it, and, where appropriate, bring it to an end."
Neville raised his hand uncertainly, and he asked, "What if we can't make anything happen?"
"Then we shall work out why it didn't," Flitwick replied at once. "That is what lessons are for, Mr?"
"Longbottom, Neville Longbottom," Neville replied.
"Good. Now some of you will succeed quickly at one charm and struggle with another. You may share a desk with someone who learns at a different pace. Pay attention to your own work, and remember that a classmate's success is often an opportunity to learn something from them."
"Your first year syllabus will consist of building the foundations: producing light, moving small objects, and other modest effects upon which more demanding magic depends. So I expect you to practice carefully and describe your results honestly. After every class, you need to write down a report describing your successes and failures of each attempt at casting a charm." Flitwick folded his hands, and all of a sudden he was not my favorite professor anymore.
'Just imagine how much work that would be, especially since I have mana to cast so many more charms than everyone.' I thought.
"Well then, shall we have roll call before we move on to the Wand Lighting Charm?" Professor Flitwick called out as he waved his wand, and one of the registers lying on the floor floated upwards and then gently rested in front of him.
"Brown, Lavender?"
...
{Outside Charms Classroom, Hogwarts}
Contrary to what I expected, we didn't really try to learn any charms today, not even Lumos. The class was too short, so after roll call, Professor Flitwick explained the Wand Lighting charm in detail, then had us practice the correct wand movement and pronunciation.
Our homework included attempting to learn the spell and cataloging the reactions of each successful and unsuccessful attempt. I nodded at Draco when I saw the blond looking at me thoughtfully as I grabbed my bag and started walking out.
"We just have one more class today, right?" I asked Hermione, who nodded.
"Yes, Magical Theory taught by Professor Septima Vector," Hermione replied. I thought back to it, but I don't remember anyone mentioning it before.
"Isn't Professor Vector an Arithmancy Professor?" I asked.
"Yes, she also teaches Arithmancy, an elective subject that replaces Magical Theory from third year onwards," Hermione replied. She then looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Did you honestly not read a single page of Hogwarts: A History? It has a section on the current staff at Hogwarts, last updated 2 years ago."
"No, why should I when I can ask you all the questions while skipping past the boring ones and focusing on magic?" I grinned as she mock-glared at me. Her voice hesitated as she whispered, "Can we talk a bit in private?"
I looked at her and nodded. "Sure... but where?"
'I mean, I know of the Room of Requirements, but I don't think I'll be sharing that with anyone just yet... or ever.'
"I stumbled upon an abandoned classroom next to the common room, let's go," Hermione said as she dragged me towards the common room. I heard Lavender giggle as she whispered something to Parvati.
The Charms classroom was also on the seventh floor, so it didn't take long for us to reach the classroom that she found. I followed her in and heard her cast the Locking charm on the door.
"Colloportus~"
She turned to me with a raised eyebrow and glared. "Shut up," she said before closing the distance and reaching for a kiss.
'I guess she's feeling insecure with Lavender and everything,' I thought as I grabbed her waist and kissed her back.
The kiss turned hungry fast as her tongue reached into my mouth. She pressed her body against me in silent declaration as her hands slid downward, fingers finding the front of my trousers and pressing firmly against the growing bulge.
I groaned into her mouth when she squeezed my erection over the trousers and started rubbing along the length over the pants. Hermione broke the kiss just long enough to shove me back against a desk, then dropped to her knees without another word.
She tugged my robes aside, worked the zipper open with quick, determined fingers, and pulled my cock free. It sprang up thick and heavy, already half-hard and swelling further under her gaze. She didn't hesitate for even a moment, there was a hint of hunger in her expression.
'Someone's jealous or maybe a bit addicted to blowjobs.' I thought, which was true, as she had gained the [Blowjob curious] sexual trait over the summer.
...
[8(2.5x)LP gained from Hermione's Handjob]
...
Her soft hand wrapped around the base and gave me two firm strokes, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip with her fingers. She leaned in, parted her lips, and took me straight into her mouth.
[16(2.5x)LP gained from Hermione's Blowjob]
There were no tentative licks or even holding me in her mouth and just working on the tip. Hermione sank down in one smooth motion, lips stretching wide around the thick shaft until the crown of my cock nudged against the back of her throat. She didn't gag as she breathed through her nose, relaxed her throat, and kept going.
~Glk~
Her throat protested once as my cock slid past straight into the tight, wet canal of her throat. I felt every inch of the squeeze as she took me deeper, her nose brushing my abdomen as her lips stretched around the base with almost no resistance. A low, wet glurk~ sound escaped her as she swallowed around me, throat rippling in a perfect, silky ring.
[32(2.5x)LP gained from Hermione's throatjob]
"Fuck, Hermione-"
"Mhmmm~"She hummed a moan in reply, the vibration shooting straight up my shaft. Her hands settled on my thighs for balance as she began to bob, long and deep from the very first stroke.
Each time she rose, her lips dragged tightly along the veined length, leaving it shiny with spit until the tip of my cock left her throat and reentered my mouth. Each time she sank, she took every thick inch without flinching, throat opening obediently for me.
"Gluck~ Gwack~ Glck~ Glak~" The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the empty classroom. Saliva coated my shaft, dripping down to my balls and onto her shirt and tie in thin strands. Hermione's eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, honey brown, focused, cheeks hollowing every time she pulled up.
She wasn't struggling with my size anymore, even though I could feel her throat tightly wrapping around the shaft. Gone was the inexperienced girl who knew nothing about sexual activities. Now here she was on her knees like she belonged there, with her throat almost shaped by the size of my cock.
I threaded my fingers into her curly hair, not to force her, even though she would be happy to have her throat fucked. Seeing I wasn't helping, she narrowed her eyes and answered by going even harder. She kept herself centered by holding onto my thighs and then started to thrust her head at me.
"Glk~ glurk~" When she finally pulled back for air, it was only for a few seconds, just long enough to drag a messy string of spit from her lips to the head of my cock, before she swallowed me whole again.
'I guess she's struggling with some thoughts of her own and needed a distraction.'
A few minutes and a couple of breaks later, I could feel the pressure building low and tight in my abdomen. Hermione must have felt it too as my cock twitched. She sped up, throat fucking herself on my cock with wet, filthy precision, every thrust ending in a soft gluk~ as she bottomed out again, and again.
"I'm close," I warned, voice slightly rough from her enthusiasm.
She only moaned as she gagged around me, "mmhhhhh~glk~" and took me to the hilt one last time, nose pressed hard against my pelvis, slight tears in her eyes. The first thick rope hit the back of her throat, going straight down her gullet into her stomach. She swallowed greedily, throat working in steady gulps as I flooded her insides with cum.
[62(2.5x)LP gained from giving Hermione a throatpie]
"Glurk~ glk~ gluk~" I held her there through every spurt, cock throbbing deep while she drank it down without spilling a drop. Only when the last twitch faded did she slowly pull off, lips slightly swollen and shining with spit, a single strand of cum and saliva still connecting her mouth to the head of my cock.
She licked it away, then looked up at me with that same fierce spark in her eyes, completely unbothered by the size she had just taken so easily. It looked like she had come to a decision as she slowly stood up and lifted her skirt, showing me her black lace thong hidden behind her pantyhose.
"Fuck me~" she demanded. They were the first words she had spoken since we came into the room. No hint of hesitation crossed her face. I looked into her eyes for a moment, searching for any hint of doubt, but found nothing.
"Please~" She whispered, and I nodded. As I leaned forward, away from the table, Hermione walked over and put her arms on it. She leaned back, legs spread, and looked at me.
'I guess we are finally doing this.'
-x-X-x-
{Abandoned Classroom, Seventh floor, Hogwarts}
I looked at Hermione's flushed expression as she lifted her skirt upwards. I looked down at her pantyhose-covered ass as I took a couple of steps toward her. I have groped her ass countless times over the summer, but there was something different about this time.
Maybe it was the way she presented it to me, bent forward as she was holding up her own skirt. The submissive expression on her face, with mascara running down her eyes. Her lips stained with cum. My hand reached for her ass, groping her as she pressed back against my hand.
"Hurry up~" Hermione moaned as she wiggled her ass at me. Enjoying the neediness in her moan, I gripped her pantyhose right above her crotch with my fingers and tore it open.
"Yess~ Fuck me pleaseee~" Hermione moaned. The thong was black, narrow, and darkened throughout. I rubbed her through it once, feeling how swollen she was, then hooked the fabric aside with my thumb. With my access secured, I grabbed hold of her hips as I lined my cock against her exposed labia.
She was glistening. Her lips were flushed and swollen, arousal already slicking the insides of her thighs above the torn stocking. I pressed my cock, still wet from her mouth, thick, heavy, the head flushed a dark red, and dragged it slowly along her slit. She shivered as her hips tilted back, trying to catch the tip in between her folds. Her arousal meter was already peaking at 94/100, and it was rising without me doing anything.
'At least she had been anticipating this for a long time.' I thought as I slowly started to push. With how wet it was, it was easy compared to Lavender's ass as I managed to push the tip in without any problem.
…
[40(2.5x 10x)LP gained from pushing your dick into Hermione's vagina]
[Inhibition threshold reached: Inhibition level decreased]
…
"Angghhhhh~ yessss~" Hermione moaned as her thighs began to tremble and her pussy clamped down as hot liquid flooded against my crotch. Her knees buckled, and she folded onto the desk with a broken moan, skirt still clutched in one fist. I caught her before she slid off, one arm banded under her hips, and kept the head inside while her pussy pulsed around it.
…
[Hermione's Affection increased by 25 for making her squirt]
[35(2.5x 10x)LP gained for making Hermione's squirt through vaginal sex]
…
"Dooon't stopppp~" she moaned, voice shaky. "I came…hah, hah… I know~ don't stop`"
I waited until the worst of her clenching eased, then pushed again. I felt something blocking my path, and I pushed forward. She cried out, high and broken, forehead dropping to the wood.
The trembling of her thighs intensified as she went from one orgasm to another. I felt a fresh rush of heat envelop me as I waited this time, as I saw the small amount of blood leaking out of her cunt. The notification confirmed it for me, Hermione was no longer a virgin.
…
[Hermione's affection increased by 50 for taking her virginity]
[140(2.5x 10x)LP gained for taking Hermione's virginity]
[35(2.5x)LP gained for making Hermione's squirt through vaginal sex]
…
"Ughhhhh~" Hermione moaned in pain and pleasure as I just held her in place. I stayed buried at that depth and didn't move. She was shaking under my arm, forehead on the desk, skirt still knotted in one fist. The small streak of blood mixed with how wet she already was and ran warm down my shaft. Her pussy kept fluttering, aftershocks, or the start of another orgasm, I couldn't tell.
"Aghhh~" she moaned again, pain and pleasure tangled together in that cry. Her hips twitched like she didn't know whether to pull off or push back.
"Breathe," I said. My voice came out rough. I kept one arm banded under her hips so she wouldn't slide down, the other hand was supporting her ass. Only the crown of my cock and a little bit more of my shaft were inside her. The rest of my cock was still outside, thick and flushed, slick with arousal.
"Tell me when you feel okay and want me to move," I said, a little gentler, suppressing my own need to ravage her clamping pussy.
…
[Affection increased by 10 for putting Hermione's needs first]
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She nodded against the wood. A few shaky breaths later, her walls clamped down against me in pulses. Her thighs trembled a little before she rocked back after a minute, trying to take more of me inside her.
"Keep going~" she finally said, her voice sounding broken. "It hurts a little, but I don't care. I want all of you inside me."
I waited until her clenching eased a little, then pushed. Slowly. The stretch past her broken hymen was worse than the break itself. Every fraction of an inch I managed to cram in her made her grunt and moan. She was tight, her insides, untouched, were reshaped slowly by my invading cock as her pussy yielded in reluctance.
"It's so big~" she moaned, and rocked back once more. "Don't stop. I said I want all of it."
"Okay," I whispered as I grabbed onto her hips and pulled back an inch, gaining all the leverage I needed. I thrust into her, hammering another inch inside, reshaping and claiming another inch of her virgin walls.
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[Hermione's Affection increased by 25 for making her squirt]
[35(2.5x)LP gained for making Hermione's squirt through vaginal sex]
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"Ughhh~ yesss~ don't ~ stoppp~" Hermione moaned as her pussy clamped down a third time. I felt her walls clamp down as another rush of warmth enveloped me. Obliging with her request, I pushed, inch by inch until my pelvis pressed against her ass. She moaned in approval as her thighs trembled throughout my final push.
"Umhhh~ Anhhh~ Anghhh~" Hermione moaned as I felt her cunt squeeze me in rhythmic waves that tried to push me out and drag me deeper at once. My cock was pressed against another entrance, a place that I did not have the capacity to breach yet…but one day I will.
I stayed buried and held her through her third orgasm, feeling her milk me, her walls impossibly tight, still adjusting to my girth.
Only when her orgasm died out, and her pushing stopped, did I move. I opted for longer, deeper strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, then with just the crown lodged in her pussy, pushing back against her clamping walls to the hilt. The slow motions let her feel the stretch of her walls each time.
After a dozen such strokes, I felt her walls getting used to the intrusion. She pushed back to meet me as her eyes finally focused back onto me. Wet sounds filled the room, the slap of my hips, the slick drag of her cunt clinging to my cock.
"Harder," she gasped, hoarse. "I'm going to come again soon, don't you dare slow down!"
…
[Hermione's Affection increased by 25 for making her squirt]
[35(2.5x)LP gained for making Hermione's squirt through vaginal sex]
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~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~
I gripped her hips and started to fuck her properly. My strokes became shorter, deeper, as I stayed mostly buried inside her cunt. My pelvis collided against her ass with each thrust. Making her whole body buck against my thrusts. She came with a cracked moan not soon after, walls clamping so hard I had to grit my teeth, but I didn't stop.
~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~ ~Smack~
Still, it didn't take long for me to reach my limit. A dozen or so thrusts against her tight, clenching pussy, and the pressure at the base of my spine snapped on the next thrust. ~Smack~ I buried myself as deep as I could, pushing her body onto the table as I held her there, and erupted. Thick ropes of cum flooded her while she was still clenching. She moaned as I filled her, feeling every twitch of my cock buried inside of her.
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[70(2.5x 10x)LP gained for creampieng Hermione]
[Hermione's Affection increased by 50 for creampieng her]
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I stayed pressed against her until the throbbing faded and I felt a little hollow. When I eased out of her cunt, cum spilled immediately, streaked faintly pink, running down her thigh past the ruined pantyhose and dripping onto the stone. She stayed bent over the desk, legs unsteady, breathing hard.
After a moment, she turned her head, cheek against the wood, and looked at me. Her face looked wrecked. Her eyes were unfocused, but a satisfied smile sat on her face. She didn't speak as I stared at her, mesmerized. Her expression was so different from her usual serious, studious look.
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[Hermione's sexual trait upgraded: [Creampie Curious]->[Creampie Enthusiast]]
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{Class 34, First Floor, Hogwarts}
"Hi," I whispered as I sat down next to Hermione. After our afternoon escapade, Hermione had rushed to the dorm to take an anti-pregnancy potion. I don't even know when or where she bought something like that, and then she hid in the girls' dorm for most of the hour.
She was most likely trying to sort through her feelings. I would have expected us to at least talk about what happened, but it seems like she wasn't ready for a label yet, which was very confusing.
"Hi," She whispered as her eyes met mine. A faint blush stained her cheeks.
"You okay?" I asked lightly, trying to gauge her reaction.
"Mh-hmm," Hermione nodded, looking away.
'Okay... now what?' I was a bit confused by her silent treatment but focused on the front as Prof. Vector walked into the class. Her grey eyes swept the room as she walked to her desk and opened the register.
"Brown, Lavender?" She asked as the headcount began. No one was late, and she was the first teacher to brush past my name like the title of BWL didn't mean anything to her. After the roll call, she closed the register and looked at everyone once again before she began speaking.
"For those who have not checked their timetables, this is Magical Theory. I am Professor Vector. Please take out your parchment and quills."
I reached into my bag. Beside me, Hermione already had her quill ready to go. Prof. Vector surveyed the classroom while we settled. Then she lifted her wand, and six words appeared on the blackboard in neat, evenly spaced lines.
Power.
Intent.
Wand Movement.
Incantation.
Imagination.
Emotion.
"These are the six elements we shall use to examine spellcasting. Their importance varies between spells, and experienced casters may learn to perform some instinctively, reducing the effort needed to cast a spell. For now, you will learn how they work together."
I copied the list down. I'm not really a notes kind of guy, but I guess I would have to endure this torture for the next seven years.
'And to think I was almost done with schooling,' I thought, my mind wandering to the bitter struggle of obtaining my master's degree.
"First, power. Every spell requires magic to produce its effect. The amount required depends upon the spell and what you are attempting to accomplish with it. Even some simple spells could become unreliable once the task becomes too much for your magic to accomplish."
"Does that mean someone with more magic can cast more spells?" Seamus asked.
"Potentially, yes. Though it does not mean they can cast those spells correctly." Vector placed a small brass weight on her desk.
"Every student in this room should possess sufficient power to perform the ordinary spells in your first-year curriculum. Unless you are exhausted, unwell, or attempting something far beyond the assigned coursework, insufficient power is unlikely to be your primary hurdle blocking you from learning the spell."
Neville looked up at that, a little hope on his face. "So if our spell doesn't work, it probably isn't because we haven't got enough magic?"
"Precisely, Mr Longbottom. You should examine your technique before concluding that you didn't have enough power."
She drew a short line beneath Power.
"Providing more power to a poorly executed spell may accomplish nothing. It may also exaggerate the error, which could be dangerous. If a charm is already heating something too quickly, supplying it with more magic will hardly improve the situation."
'Alright, so pouring more mana into spells should be done with caution.' That was worth remembering before I tried anything particularly stupid.
Prof. Vector moved to the bottom of the list.
"Emotion can also influence magic. Many of you will have experienced accidental magic during moments of fear, anger, or excitement during your younger days."
My thoughts briefly returned to the scene from the movies, when Harry made the glass disappear at the zoo.
"However, the deliberate use of emotion in casting belongs to more advanced study. Your respective teachers shall discuss it properly when you reach OWL-level spellwork. For the present, you are not expected to focus on emotions when casting a spell."
Hermione's hand rose as she asked when pointed to by Prof, "Does that mean being upset or angry can interfere with a spell even if it doesn't require emotion?"
"Yes. Strong feelings can disturb your concentration or alter what you are trying to achieve. That is different from deliberately using an emotion as part of a spell. We shall leave the distinction there for today."
She underlined the four words in the middle.
Intent. Wand Movement. Incantation. Imagination.
"These will occupy most of our attention this year. Not only in this class, as your Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration professors would point out something along the lines of as well."
"Let us begin with intent." Prof. Vector's eyes swept the class before settling on me. "Mr Potter, suppose you wanted to cast a spell to make this weight float. What would your intention be?"
I glanced at the brass weight and answered: "To make it lighter or for it to ignore the effect of gravity?"
"Would you like it hovering an inch above the desk, traveling upward towards the ceiling, or flying across the classroom at a wall?" She asked again.
"Hovering above the desk," I replied.
"That's what your intent needs to be. Focused on making the weight hover above the desk. I know you went to Muggle schooling, Mr. Potter, so you are more aware of scientific concepts like Gravity and the dual nature of light, I suppose. But applying such complex concepts as intent can sometimes lead to unpredictable results. Just something to keep in mind, simpler is most likely better."
I heard Hermione mutter something about Occam's Razor as Prof. Vector advised us. Most of the Muggleborn students nodded while Lavender and the purebloods looked at us in confusion.
"Don't worry about it too much. Intent is the result you mean to bring about. When you attempt a spell, you must commit to an action."
She looked around the room.
"A student can pronounce an incantation for a spell while wondering whether their neighbor is watching, worrying about failure of the spell, and thinking about what they could have for lunch. Their mouth may be speaking the spell incantation, their hand performing the wand movement, but their attention is elsewhere."
"Do we have to think a whole sentence?" Lavender asked. "Like, 'I want that weight to rise above the desk'?"
"No. You are directing your attention, not silently delivering a speech. A brief, definite understanding of what you want is sufficient, and you just need to focus on what you want to happen as you cast the spell. Sometimes imagination and intent can be two sides of the same galleon."
Vector lifted the weight between two fingers.
"Consider reaching for this with your hand. You do not ordinarily recite instructions to your arm. You decide to pick it up, and your body acts upon that decision. Spellcasting requires you to develop a similar connection with your magic."
That explained why reading the magical incantations off a page or talking about magic with your wand in hand does nothing. There had to be some difference between saying a spell and actually trying to cast it.
Hermione raised her hand.
"Can sufficiently strong intent compensate for a mistake in wand movement and wand incantation?"
"A familiar spell that you have cast countless times may tolerate small imperfections. You should not rely upon it, however. Clear intent helps the other elements of spell casting work together."
She returned the weight to her desk.
"And wishing very strongly for one spell to produce another spell's effect is generally a good way to achieve neither."
...
We wrote down her words as she paused for us to take notes. After a minute of scribbling-filled silence, she moved on.
"Next, wand movement."
A piece of chalk rose and drew a curved line ending in a short upward stroke.
"In practical lessons, you will be taught specific movements. Learn them carefully. Their shape, order, and timing help guide your magic into casting the spell you are attempting."
"So the wand is drawing the spell in the air?" Dean asked.
"It could be a useful way to imagine it. However, a movement is more than the shape it leaves in the air."
Vector followed the chalk line with her wand, moving smoothly through the curve before finishing with a brief, decisive stroke. Then she repeated it, pausing halfway through.
"The paths were much the same. The execution and timing of the flick were different."
"So the pause matters?" Pansy asked.
"It can. With wand movements, continuous motion often signals a spell that keeps interacting with the object and, most of the time, needs continuous inflow magic to work. A sudden change in wand movements can mark a transition or a release of a one-time spell or jinx. Hesitating at the wrong point could disrupt the spell entirely, and you may get wrong results."
She lowered her wand.
"You will encounter curves, turns, taps, thrusts, and many other gestures that make up the wand movements of the spell. Do not assume each has one universal meaning, as earlier gestures in the spell could change the meaning entirely. If you are interested in the breakdown of spell gestures, you can learn this in the third year elective course of Arithmancy."
Hermione crossed something out in her notes from earlier, likely a conjecture she had drawn about generalizing wand movements that Prof. Vector had just refuted.
"Beginner spellcasters also tend to make movements unnecessarily large. You should be able to perform your work without striking the student beside you. Also, some wand movements take magnitude into account instead of the shape, so be sure to read instructions before performing a spell." Prof. Vecpre advised as she continued the lecture.
"Then how do people cast without moving their wands?" Malfoy asked.
"Through sufficient mastery over that particular magic, you can cast spells without needing the gestures. You are learning with the guidance first because it makes the process easier to understand and reproduce."
...
'This is getting complicated, so is the wand casting the magic and we are just giving it instructions, or are we casting the spell using the wand as a tool?' My experience learning spells differed a lot from what Prof. Vector was talking about, and I hesitated about whether I should interrupt and ask her questions now or after class.
'Maybe I should ask after the class, might be possible she will explain my doubts in a bit...'