"What are you thinking about...?"
Ryan looked down. Mia was snuggled up against his chest, her hair somewhat disheveled but elegant, and her blue eyes looking up at him, curious, calm, and dangerously sharp.
Ryan felt Mia's breasts as she was naked and snuggled up to him. A very nice feeling.
Few would think that the strict, intimidating-looking woman could be so wild in bed. Although, considering their first kiss, Mia continued it and began French kissing him, it was only to be expected.
"Nothing in particular, money, feathers, you know, the typical stuff of a successful businessman," Ryan said, looking down at her with that half-smile he used when he didn't want to explain himself, but also couldn't help but provoke.
"Mm, I don't think so," Mia said.
"That look you had…" she continued, leaning a little closer, as if she wanted to trap him between her words, "it's the one you get when you're about to do something that's going to cause trouble."
Ryan looked at her with amusement. "Do you know me so well that you can read my mind after just one look?" he asked, not denying anything.
"After days of kissing and having sex, I'd say it's more than I'd like," Mia said, without taking her eyes off his.
"Uh-oh…" Ryan said, scandalized, although Mia knew he was acting. "Prefect Mia saying the forbidden word? What would everyone think if they found out about this?"
Mia rolled her eyes and pinched his chest. "You're unbearable."
"And yet we keep seeing each other," Ryan said, leaning closer to her face and beginning to kiss him. Mia didn't push him away, placing her delicate hand on his cheek.
As the kiss intensified, Ryan slid his arm under the blanket until he touched Mia's bare bottom and began squeezing it.
Mia didn't complain, she just intensified the kiss.
Before things escalated further, Mia made an effort and pulled away, gently placing a hand on Ryan's chest to create distance.
He looked at her with an expression of mock outrage, as if his favorite television channel had just been changed during the most exciting moment of the episode.
"Perfect Mia, do you know that provocation can cost you five Gryffindor points?" he said, in an offended but theatrical tone, raising an eyebrow as if passing sentence.
Mia chuckled, not moving much.
"Whoa, how severe. But since when are you Perfect Ollivander? You can't take points away from me, but I can from you..." Mia said with a slight, defiant smile.
"Scary..." Ryan said, raising his hands in surrender.
But Mia wasn't finished. "I want to talk about something..." she added, tapping him lightly on the shoulder with her fingers.
Ryan raised an eyebrow, half curious and half cautious. "You have my full attention."
Mia sat up, though not completely, but enough so that Ryan had a privileged view of her breasts.
"I've heard some rumors... about some glasses you're selling. Is it true? Your second invention?" Mia asked, looking at him seriously.
'Oh, that's all it is...' Ryan thought more calmly.
For a moment, he thought she was going to talk about something more personal, or worse, something related to feelings. But if they were rumors about her inventions, he could breathe easy.
The glasses weren't exactly a secret, but neither was it something Ryan promoted to the four winds like he did with his quills. They weren't in a catalog. If he had a lot of orders, it wouldn't be good for his routine. It was already taking too long for each pair of glasses to be promoting them on a large scale.
But there were already six users at Hogwarts. Curiously, all women. Coincidence? Or did he simply interact very little with boys?
The first, not counting Pandora, was Emmeline Vance. The transaction took place right in the Gryffindor common room. Ryan handed her the glasses, and Emmeline took 30 Galleons from her purse and gave them to him without hesitation. She didn't haggle, nor did she seem surprised by the price. Some watched from their chairs, others commented quietly, but it didn't go unnoticed.
Next came Celeste, Alicia, Marlene, and Dorcas, who also welcomed them in the Gryffindor common room.
Ryan handed them out calmly, without any theatrics, and the girls paid as if it were the most normal thing in the world. No one saw any advertising, no posters, no pamphlets. Just the product and its increased price.
Within a month of classes, it was already a known fact that Ryan Ollivander was an inventor.
His quills, his first invention, were everywhere: more than 60 sold in just 30 days. Adding to those who bought them in the shops in Diagon Alley, there were more than 100 active users in the castle. It was common to see students writing with them in class, in the hallways, and in the library.
Even Professor Filius Flitwick of Charms and Head of Ravenclaw had bought one from him.
Flitwick was very curious, having heard the rumors and seen students using them in his class to practice quill strokes and then using them with their wands.
This increased its popularity and prestige, as a famous professor used it as a tool in class.
But as for the glasses, there wasn't as much publicity or users.
Many already sensed this. Especially in Gryffindor, where Mia had seen at least two of those installments with her own eyes.
"So? Is it true?" she insisted.
"Yes, it is." Ryan answered calmly, without hesitation.
Mia didn't press him. But she didn't leave it there either.
"And what is their purpose?" he asked, although her tone indicated that she was seeking confirmation rather than asking.
Ryan looked at her with a half-smile.
"They allow you to read at twice the speed," he said. "If you normally read a chapter in an hour, with the glasses you read it in thirty minutes. It doesn't improve comprehension. If the book is complex and you don't understand what you're reading, it's useless. But if you're already familiar with the content, it's like doubling the speed."
Mia blinked, surprised, and that was saying something for someone like her.
"That's much more useful than your quill that writes in the air," he finally said. "It's cute, yes, and creative. You can make floating mind maps, write without parchment... but it still takes time. This... this improves your efficiency considerably..."
Ryan nodded, "Exactly. It increases performance, it doesn't replace studying. It's not miracle magic. It's practical magic."
The room fell silent. Mia looked at him as if she expected Ryan to offer her said item.
But Ryan said nothing. He just raised an eyebrow slightly, with a faint smile, half arrogant, half charming. That was enough for Mia to let out a small exhalation, frustrated but amused.
"Mm, do you want one?" Ryan asked, already knowing the answer. "It's an expensive item, much more so than quills. And production is not only more difficult, it takes more time, and currently my time is limited."
"I understand, but of course I'm going to want one," Mia replied without hesitation. "If it does what you say, it could completely change my study rhythm. It's seventh year. The most demanding of all."
"Fifty-seven Galleons. That's the price," Ryan said.
Mia was silent for a few seconds, analyzing the figure.
Her allowance was 18 Galleons. And the truth was, she didn't usually spend much.
Most of the larger expenses—books, robes, school supplies, potion ingredients—had been covered by her family at the beginning of the year, as was customary.
At Hogwarts, moreover, all services were included: food, lodging... Her allowance was reserved for the occasional outing to Hogsmeade with friends, a one-off purchase if she saw something interesting, or a gift. Nothing more.
And since she was organized and not wasteful, she had managed to accumulate more than 200 Galleons saved since starting Hogwarts in her first year.
Even so, 57 Galleons was still a significant sum. It was more than three months' allowance.
A significant expense.
But she didn't complain.
She had seen how Marlene and the other girls paid it without complaint. And she had noticed that they gave her less than 57 Galleons, perhaps between 35 and 40. But she didn't mention it.
She wasn't romantically involved with Ryan, looking for a special offer. Theirs was casual, physical.
And, besides, she was a Macmillan.
If she was going to buy something, she'd do it at the right price, without haggling or looking for discounts.
"Fine," she said finally. "Paid in one installment, when you deliver them to me. But I'd like to try them first… to see their effect. You must have one for yourself, right?"
Ryan looked at her with an expression bordering on dramatic.
"Try them?" he repeated, his tone clearly indignant. "Does Prefect Macmillan distrust my inventions?"
Mia rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Don't be an idiot. It's not mistrust. I saw how your classmates bought them for you, and so far no one's complained. And considering you've filled Hogwarts with magical quills that actually work... I don't think you're a scammer."
"Thanks for that vote of faith."
"I'm just curious. It's not every day someone offers you glasses that double your reading speed."
Ryan relaxed a little and nodded. She understood.
It wasn't mistrust. It was pure practical interest. She wanted to know how they worked, how they felt, what effect they had.
"Yes, I have some, but they're very personal. Besides, I'm already hungry and want to go have breakfast," Ryan said, checking his watch. It was almost 10:00 a.m. Although he allowed himself to wake up a little later on Sundays, he didn't want to be that lazy; he had to get his day going.
If he lent them his glasses, he'd have to stay here while she read. And it would be good if he read for at least 20-30 minutes so he can see that they don't cause fatigue, speed.
"Oh, come on... please," Mia said, stroking his chest in circles.
'Prefect Mia asking me for something please... unbelievable,' Ryan thought, briefly about to say yes. But his time is valuable. He has things to do, even if it only takes 30 minutes.
"I can't... I have pens to make, and I have to take advantage of it being Sunday," Ryan said.
To Ryan's surprise, Mia didn't seem displeased; instead, she smiled mischievously.
"Oh, yes... I understand. The time of a genius inventor is very precious... but I can give you something in return, you know, an equitable transaction so you let me try on your glasses," Mia said with a slight smile as she approached Ryan.
Ryan raised an eyebrow with mild interest. "What do you have to offer me, Prefect?" he asked.
Mia smiled slightly and didn't answer. Instead, she began to lower herself, disappearing into the covers. Her head, no longer visible, stopped near Ryan's crotch, and before he could realize what he was doing, since the movement was so quick, he felt a pleasurable sensation in his soldier.
Ryan flinched slightly at this sensation and couldn't help but smile slightly, looking up at the ceiling as he let Mia continue her work.
He was getting a morning blowjob from Mia Macmillan on a Sunday! The best way to start a productive day!
A while later, Mia finished her work, re-emerged from the sheets, wiped her mouth with her upper body, and swallowed.
'He sure has stamina...' Mia thought.
'She swallowed it...' Ryan thought, looking at her, half surprised and half fascinated.
"Is that worth twenty minutes of your time to let me try on your glasses?" Mia asked.
"Yes, of course," Ryan said, getting out of bed with renewed energy as he put on his underwear and pants, "But don't kiss me until you've washed your mouth."
Mia rolled her eyes, grabbed a pillow, and smacked it on the back. "Shut up and give me your glasses, genius."
Ryan laughed and pulled out his wallet from his robes, from which he removed his glasses and a book. Mia noticed the illegal spell on the wallet, but didn't say anything.
She stood up and put on Ryan's shirt to cover herself. It reached down to her thighs, like an improvised nightgown that covered just enough.
She put on the glasses and began reading the book Ryan had given her. A Transfiguration text she had already studied, which made it perfect: high comprehension, zero doubts. Ideal for testing the true effect of the invention.
Ryan leaned back on the sofa with his arms crossed behind his head, watching without interfering.
Twenty minutes later, Mia silently took off the glasses, her expression changed.
Surprise. Fascination and respect. What Ryan had said was true. She was reading at twice the speed. And not only that: she felt no fatigue, no dizziness, no confusion.
She could maintain the reading pace effortlessly, only faster. As if her brain had been trained to absorb more in less time.
She looked at Ryan differently now.
Until that moment, the whole "genius inventor" thing had seemed more like a playful nickname than anything else. A way he inflated his ego for having created some useful quills, yes, but nothing revolutionary.
But this…
This far surpassed the first invention.
Two inventions, functional, practical, in just… what, a few months?
Now the title didn't sound exaggerated. It sounded justified.
Ryan took back his shirt, put on his robe, gathered his things, and started heading for the door.
"See you, Prefect Macmillan," he said in his usual tone, half mockery, half courtesy.
Mia only looked at him with a faint smile on her lips. They didn't make their thing public.
And it made sense: it wasn't love, nor a serious relationship. It was pure physical attraction.
Mia was a seventh-year prefect, with an impeccable reputation, a strict routine, and her final year ahead. She had no time or desire for emotional entanglements.
Her close friends knew she was seeing Ryan. They accepted it as something casual, without labels or promises.
For Ryan, it was perfect. He had no desire for a serious relationship. Not now. That would mean commitments, complex emotions, potential distractions.
And he already had enough with his strict routine, his inventions, his studies, his long-term planning.
Of course… he wasn't foolish enough to say that if he truly fell in love, he wouldn't change his priorities.
But he didn't believe that was going to happen. You don't stumble upon true love at every corner.
And he didn't have the time to go looking for it.
Even though he knew time was gold, especially with the magical war approaching and Voldemort's rise, he didn't feel he was "wasting time" in the kind of relationship he had with Mia.
It was his way of decompressing. He was 15. He couldn't transform into a study-and-invention machine 24 hours a day.
He wasn't a robot. Seeking a degree of emotional stability, even through a physical and informal connection, was part of his balance.
Because he had thought about it many times:
If he shut himself away completely, if he dedicated himself exclusively to studying, practicing spells, reading books, designing artifacts, and preparing strategies…
He could end up isolated. Empty. Exploding inside. And if that happened, his performance wouldn't rise. It would fall.
The mind needs air. The heart does too. Happiness, or at least a steady share of pleasure and connection, was key. Not out of romanticism. Out of efficiency.
And if everything went to hell, at least he could say he had lived well.