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Chapter 12:
By morning, the sheen of their success had dulled and given way to the grey pressure of responsibility. Work needed to be done, and there were no other distractions to get in the way. Ron was bleary-eyed in the kitchen, rooting around in the cupboard for something to eat. A night on the sofa had left him disheveled and unkempt.
Hermione came downstairs looking bright and cheerful, and Harry and Ariana looked content. Ron saw them and scowled. The post-coital glow was apparently not welcome until food was found. Hermione took pity and prepared some beans, bacon, and toast for the group. They ate with determination and purpose.
“First things first, we should get to Borgin before anyone else.” Hermione said finally, scrubbing her plate in the sink.
“Might as well. It’s the easiest thing to take care of. Are you up to being Madam Eymerich today?” Harry enunciated the name poshly.
Hermione grinned. “I’m actually looking forward to it. It was fun last time. What should we ask for, though? In order to really sell it, we need to make him earn his way back into our good graces.”
“Could just ask him for some gold, yeah?” Ron suggested.
Harry shook his head. “I don’t think so. Hermione is supposed to be rich. Any money he offered would be trivial compared to what she is supposed to have.”
Ron made a face, but Hermione looked thoughtful. “I suppose we don’t have to ask for anything right away. We can just tell him that he’s in our debt and when we come to him for something later, he has to obey.”
“Hey, that could work,” Harry said.
The plan was set, so they all went and got dressed and set out for Diagon Alley. When they reached the Leaky Cauldron, Harry pulled Ron aside while Hermione and Ariana went ahead. “Listen, could you do me a favor?”
“What’s up, mate?” Ron asked curiously.
“Things might get a little hairy with Borgin. Could you please take Ariana around to some of the stores and keep her busy? I’ll give you all some gold, and you guys can just do a little shopping while Hermione and I deal with him. I worry about her being alone.” Harry explained.
“So you want me to go spend a bunch of gold while you and Hermione take the mickey out of a dark wizard? Yeah, mate, I think I’ve got you.” Ron grinned.
Harry sighed in relief. He pulled out a spare pouch and dumped a pile of galleons into it. Ron’s eyes went wide. “Merlin’s beard, Harry. What is it you expect her to buy, one of the shops?”
Harry stared at the pouch guiltily, well aware of Ron’s feelings of shame about his family’s lack of wealth. “I didn’t do anything to earn any of this gold, Ron. I don’t really want it, and I wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway. I want you and Ariana to get whatever you want because I pretty much already have everything I want.”
“Yeah? Okay, then. I guess I’ll do you a favor this once.” Ron said sarcastically.
Harry grinned. “So are you good, then? Want to just meet up here when we’re done?”
Ron shrugged, “Sure, suits me.”
They split up, Ron promising Ariana that they were going to have the most wasteful morning of his entire life. Harry and Hermione laughed and ventured down Knockturn Alley, Harry throwing his invisibility cloak on, and Hermione pulling her hood up on a particularly luxuriant robe that Harry had never seen before.
At Borgin and Burkes, they peered in the window and saw the shop empty except for a decrepit looking Borgin filing purchase receipts behind the counter. They came through the door in a rush, and before Hermione had a chance to speak, Harry pointed his wand at Borgin and thought Levicorpus! He shot into the air by his ankle and hung there, howling.
Hermione hesitated only briefly before storming up and brandishing her wand in his face. “Explain yourself, slime.”
Borgin attempted to grin obsequiously, but his robes were hanging mostly over his face. He was struggling to maintain composure, but he was clearly terrified. “M— Madam Eymerich! What a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?”
“You can tell me why you’re sending scum to rob me. I had understood our transaction to be complete after I paid you an absurd amount of gold for a certain item. Perhaps you were dissatisfied and wished to sell me the item a second time?” Hermione said icily.
“Madam, please! I assure you, I would do no such thing. Someone has clearly lied to you.” Borgin let out in a panicked rush.
“Don’t be pathetic, Borgin. I assure you, the man we captured was in no position to be dishonest by the time we finished with him. I’m sure Azkaban is a welcome relief at this point.” Hermione hissed.
Borgin wilted. “Please forgive me, mistress. I, I just thought, perhaps—”
“You thought me someone pathetic enough to be taken advantage of. I trust that now you see you were in error.” Hermione said with cold death in her voice.
Harry was impressed. She was really getting into the role. Even he almost believed she was capable of hurting Borgin.
“Madam, please, let’s talk. I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement. I think you’ll find me to be very helpful to discerning customers. Clearly you are far more influential than I gave you credit for. The mistake is all mine, to be sure.” He gushed saccharinely.
“Talk, worm. Give me a reason to spare you.” Hermione demanded.
Borgin flinched. Being upside down was not doing wonderful things for his complexion. He was starting to turn a very unhealthy plum color. “Tell me what you desire, mistress. Just name it, and we can acquire it for you. You’ll not be disappointed, I swear.”
“Yes? What I have desired, I have taken. What is it that you can promise that exceeds my own grasp? I trusted you with something as petty as acquiring a book, and you attempted to betray me.” Hermione challenged.
“A simple misunderstanding, mistress. Give me another chance to prove the unequivocal value that Borgin and Burkes can offer.” Borgin wheedled.
“Fine. You are mine, Caradoc. When the time comes, I will make my request. Fail me again, attempt to betray me, and you will spend the rest of your pathetic life chewing soil in a jar on my shelf. Do you understand me, worm?” Hermione threatened.
He gulped hard. “Yes, mistress. Certainly. Whenever you require my services, I am at your disposal. You need only to deliver a message, and I will rise to the need.”
Hermione swished her wand and Harry took the hint. He released the jinx and Borgin tumbled to the ground in a heap. He cried out in shock, and Hermione nearly rushed forward to check on him, but she caught herself and rallied magnificently. She took a measured step forward and stood imperiously over him.
“I’ll be in touch, Caradoc. See that you do not disappoint me further.” She turned on her heel and Harry followed her out.
Once they rounded the corner and were out of sight, Harry whipped off his cloak and Hermione nearly collapsed into laughter. “Did you see his face? I think he’s seriously afraid I’m going to come back and turn him into a bug.”
Harry thought back to when Hermione had captured Rita Skeeter in a jar and kept her imprisoned for weeks in beetle form to make sure that she understood the consequences of continuing her slander. He decided not to mention the comparison. She was right, though, Borgin had been utterly terrified.
“You really sold it, I’ve never seen you so threatening.” Harry said proudly.
“Well, I suppose I was genuinely quite annoyed.” Hermione admitted. “He did send someone to rob us after you spent all that gold getting that silly, awful book.”
“I’ve been thinking. There is one thing we might be able to take advantage of. Although I haven’t figured out the details yet.” Harry said hesitantly.
“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.
“When Draco becomes a Death Eater, he spends all next year repairing that Vanishing Cabinet Peeves wrecked our Second Year. It connects with the other one in Borgin and Burkes. When they’re both working properly, you can pass between them like a portal.” Harry explained.
Hermione looked thoughtful. “Well, that’s certainly interesting, but I’m not sure how it helps us.”
Harry rubbed his scar in frustration. “I’m not sure, either, but it feels like there’s something there. Maybe once we start the DA again, we can practice outside the school or something?”
Hermione gave it some consideration. “Well, that’s not a terrible idea, but I don’t know that it really solves any of our problems. Umbridge could just use it as an excuse to get us all expelled for using magic outside school grounds.”
Harry nodded discontentedly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll have to think about it more. I’m sure there has to be something there.”
Hermione gave an encouraging pat on his arm. “It’s a good idea. I’ll think about it more as well. We should go find Ron, he’s probably going on the rampage in Diagon Alley with gold to spend for once.”
Harry laughed. “I hope so. I feel awful that I could never really do anything for the Weasleys. I’d happily give them all the gold they could ever need, but I know they’d never accept it, and Mr. Weasley would probably be really ashamed that I even brought it up.”
Hermione hung her head. “I know what you mean. My parents are both pretty successful, so we’ve never really had to worry about money. Gold seems like such a silly thing to worry about when you can use magic, but at the end of the day, food is still food.”
“I’ve never understood that, actually. Why can’t magic be used to create food? You can create other things like water and animals and stuff, right?” Harry puzzled.
Hermione sighed. “Food is one of the principal exceptions to Gamp’s Law. There are five exceptions, well, possibly six if Elderberry is correct, but five that are agreed upon.”
Harry cleared his throat and looked at her pointedly.
“Right, sorry. Anyway, the first exception is that food as a primary source of nutrients cannot be conjured from nothing. The second and third exceptions are about gold, which can neither be conjured, nor can another substance be transfigured into it. The Philosopher’s Stone notwithstanding, of course. The fourth exception is that a living thing cannot be imbued with an inherent magical essence. The fifth is that magical corruption cannot be negated, only abated.” Hermione ticked off.
“Magical corruption? What does that mean?” Harry asked, confused.
“Magic is a natural force, and as such is subject to entropy. When an applied magical field is created, for instance a charm or a curse on an object, that field is then a finite substance which no longer draws from the magic of the originator. Charms and curses are very long-lasting, but they aren’t eternal. Once that field begins to decay, it cannot regain it’s original strength. A new charm or curse has to be cast to reinforce the task which the original spell was meant to accomplish.” Hermione explained patiently.
Harry stared at her blankly. “Oh? Okay, sure. Umm. But what about food, though? I mean, we can create wine and stuff like that, right? How is that different from food? And we can create animals, which we could, uh, turn into food?”
Hermione grumbled a bit. “Those are just the laws of magic, Harry. If you want to find the answer, you can re-write Gamp’s original work and probably be famous for the rest of time, if you care that much.”
Harry chuckled at how much it obviously annoyed her not to have a proper answer. “I think I’ve got about as much fame as I can handle for now. Besides, the scholarly stuff sounds more like your specialty than mine. If you need to get somewhere really quick on a broom, I’m your man.”
“I don’t think I’ll go into research, actually. I haven’t decided what I want to do, but I do think the Muggle Liaison Office does some quite interesting work.” She said thoughtfully.
“Hermione, you spent your whole life before Hogwarts with muggles. You really want to spend your whole life after Hogwarts dealing with them as well?” Harry asked.
“You and I have had very different experiences with muggles, Harry.” Hermione said gently.
They headed back to the Leaky Cauldron, and Harry was unsurprised to find that Ron was nowhere to be seen. He grabbed a seat with Hermione and ordered a pumpkin juice for each of them. When they had drained their glasses, he got up and checked a few of the other stalls and still didn’t see Ron. He came back to their seat and shrugged.
“I guess we didn’t take very long talking to Borgin. Who knows how much longer he’ll be. We should just go find him.” Harry suggested.
Hermione agreed, and they ventured back into the steady throng of Diagon Alley and hunted for a six and a half foot bloke with his head on fire. In theory, it should have been over very quickly. Reality wasn’t quite as cooperative. They were coming out of the fourth store in a row before they finally spotted a tower of wrapped packages with freckled elbows.
Harry laughed and Hermione shook her head. Balanced precariously on the pile was a shiny new Nimbus 2000. Occasionally it would sway and tilt, and Ariana would reach up to straighten it and keep it from falling. They threaded through the crowd until they reached him, and Harry said, “Have a good shopping trip, mate?”
The packages began to tumble, but Hermione tutted and waved her wand and they righted themselves. Ron regained his balance and said, “Woo, you guys scared me. Thanks for that. Look at all this stuff, Harry! Ariana had a blast in Gambol and Japes. I don’t think she had ever been inside a joke shop before. We’ve got enough fireworks, fanged frisbees, dungbombs, and spell checking quills to give Filch fits for months.” He laughed raucously. “I also got myself a new broom. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, of course I don’t mind. Are you going to try out for the Quidditch team?” Harry asked excitedly.
Ron turned red with embarrassment. “Well, I dunno. I mean, I thought I might give it a try. If you don’t think it would be stupid.”
“Are you kidding? You’re a great keeper. You’ll be even better with a proper broom.” Harry exclaimed.
“Wait, really? But how did you… Oh, future, right. So, wait. You’ve seen me actually make the team already? And I did well?” Ron asked anxiously.
“You’re excellent. Angelina even made a point of talking to me after your try-out about the potential you showed.” Harry said, strictly truthfully. “And that was flying on a Cleansweep. You’ll be unstoppable on a Nimbus.”
Ron swelled with pride and Harry congratulated himself silently on hopefully solving at least one of their problems for this year. Just to make sure, though, he added, “The Slytherins tried to get in your head by making this song ‘Weasley is our King’. Except you flew so well that the Gryffindors all started singing it instead.”
“… our King.” Ron muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with future victories.
“Harry,” Hermione said reproachfully. “You really shouldn’t be telling us this much about the future.”
“I know,” Harry said, not the least apologetically. “I think it will be okay, though.”
Harry grabbed a couple boxes off the stack and they made their way back to Grimmauld Place. When they got inside, Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them. “Your letters came while you lot were gallivanting all over London. I suppose the owls didn’t know where to find you either,” she said waspishly.
“Thanks, mum! Did you see my new broom?” Ron asked, unperturbed.
“Out broom shopping, were you? I hope you plan to use it to sweep up in here. This place is filthy, and every day you lot skive off your chores, it just gets filthier.” Mrs. Weasley grouched.
While Mrs. Weasley followed Ron into the kitchen, trying to pull him down from Cloud 9, Harry laughed and snuck away to go drop off Ariana’s things in her room. Hermione grabbed a few of the packages and joined him. They scaled the steps, and when they reached the landing next to the girls’ room, Harry set the packages down next to the door and stood back up to open it.
—s—
The light from the hall shimmered off the sweat on Tonks’s abs. One muscled thigh cocked to the side, and a mess of copper colored hair spread like an octopus between her legs. She moaned and rocked in a steady rhythm, holding the ginger head in one strong hand and grinding herself into the invisible mouth. Ginny’s round, white bottom perched on the edge of the bed, and her legs were crossed at the ankle like a pin-up girl. Harry stood in the doorway and gaped at the heavenly sight.
Tonks’s hair was long and neon green. It framed her face like a radioactive corona. She gave Harry a wild look that would have been suited to the glowing eyes that stare at you from a night black cave. “Either whip that thing out or close the door.” She said throatily.
—s—
Harry gulped, shoved the packages inside with his foot, and pulled the door shut. He turned to look at Hermione, who was biting her lip to keep from giggling. “I suppose Ginny has gotten over her crush on you, then,” she said cheerfully.
“I guess she has. Did you notice that Tonks—” Harry started.
“Doesn’t look like you anymore? I did. Good for Ginny. I think her obsession may have been a little unhealthy, to tell the truth.” Hermione mused.
When they got back down to the kitchen, Ron was decidedly grumpier. An owl was sitting on the table, and Ron was holding an unrolled letter. At first, Harry thought it was from Hogwarts, but then he saw the little pile of Hogwarts letters sitting to the side. On closer inspection, this looked hand-folded and much more personal. Ron was grimacing at it and pinching the parchment between thumb and forefinger.
“Something wrong?” Harry asked.
Ron looked up. “It’s Parvati. For the last couple weeks, she’s had a bug up her—,” glancing over at Mrs. Weasley’s scowl, he self-corrected. “She’s been on one. I don’t know what her deal is. Now she’s saying maybe I don’t even want to talk to her anymore and I just want to hang out with Hermione instead. I told her you and Hermione were my best friends and that she was overreacting, but that just made it worse.”
Hermione stared at him pityingly. “Honestly, Ron, you really are hopeless sometimes. Have you even offered to meet her somewhere to talk in person?”
“Well, no. I’ve been running around with you lot. Besides, she didn’t say anything about wanting to hang out.” Ron said stubbornly.
Hermione sighed heavily. “She’s feeling jealous, Ron. You’re spending all of your time with other girls, and none of your time with her. You need to go see her and tell her how much you would rather be with her, but that you’ve had other responsibilities out of your control.”
“Well of course I have. I’ve told her that she’s not allowed to know where I’ve been staying and mum has been having you, me, and Harry clean every room in this mangy old place.” Ron said defensively.
Hermione’s eyes bugged and she looked as if she was going to pull her hair out. “Ronald…” She sat down and began to coach him how to get himself out of the enormous hole he had dug. Harry shook his head and thumbed through the Hogwarts letters to find his and Ariana’s.
Locating them, he plucked them out, grabbed Ariana and went to the hall to read them. He thumbed through his letter, and it was all the usual stuff. The reminder telling him that term started in two weeks, and the book list. Running his finger down the page, he spotted what he was looking for. Defensive Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard. That was it, then. Things hadn’t changed enough, and Umbridge would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year.
That’s okay, he thought to himself. This time he would be ready. This time he wasn’t going to let her bait him into mistake after mistake, so she could torture and punish him. He knew her tricks. He knew what she wanted, and he was going to make sure she didn’t get it. With Dumbledore gone, that wasn’t going to be easy, but there had to be a way to keep the Ministry from taking complete control of Hogwarts.
He glanced over at Ariana who was reading her rather longer Hogwarts letter studiously. She smiled happily and held her wand like a teddy bear. When she read the final page of the letter, she flipped back to the first page and started over again. Harry remembered how he felt when he first got his letter. Of course, it had been accompanied by a hairy half-giant beating down the door of their shack in the middle of the night, so the emotion had perhaps been a little heightened.
Walking over behind her, he read over her shoulder.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.)
Dear Ms. Dumbledore,
     We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
     Term begins on September 1. As we have already received your affirmation of enrollment, no further communication is required.
     Given the inconsistent nature of your prior education, you will begin as a Year 3 student. We on the staff feel that this represents an appropriate balance between your age and the assumed knowledge level at which you will be entering school. However, to catch up with the other students, much will be expected of you.
     The staff will be available for private tutoring at least one evening each week to provide remediation. It is our intention that you should be able to attempt your O.W.L. examinations within two years and resume coursework commensurate with your age.
     Yours sincerely,
    Minerva McGonagall
   Minerva McGonagall,
     Deputy Headmistress

Harry was mildly surprised to see the steps that the teachers were taking to make sure Ariana caught up with her peers. Extra private tutoring for her every week would be a lot of extra work for Ariana, but for them as well. Going from new student to taking her OWLs in two years would be an incredible accomplishment, but surely if anyone was capable, it was a Dumbledore.
Her big blue eyes peered up at him and he gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Are you excited?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I’m nervous too, though. They really expect a lot from me, but I don’t know any magic at all. How do they know I’ll be any good at it?”
“Hogwarts has some of the best teachers in the world,” Harry said proudly. “If anybody could help you catch up, it’s them. McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, they’re all some of the best I’ve ever met at what they do. Even Snape,” he added grudgingly.
She grinned and bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly. “I’m really happy that I’ll have you and Hermione there to help me. You’re so kind and helpful, and Hermione is so so smart!”
“Hermione is the cleverest witch I’ve ever known. There’s no problem she can’t figure out with enough information. You and I are luckier than we’ll ever deserve to have her.” Harry said with heart.
Ariana closed her eyes solemnly, and in a voice near a whisper said, “I don’t deserve any of you. I don’t know what I could ever do to deserve you both. I don’t think anyone could do anything good enough to deserve you. I’m just happy to have you.”
Harry hugged her tight, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Come on, let’s go check what we already have from your school list, so we can order all of the books we’re missing at the same time.”
They scaled the stairs, but when the reached the landing outside the girls’ room, he remembered why they had come downstairs in the first place. He put his ear to the door and could still hear energetic activity inside, so he stepped back and went another floor up to get to the boys’ room instead.
“Let’s just hang out here for a bit. Ginny and Tonks want a little privacy for now, so we’ll just wait until they come out before we start looking through all your Hogwarts things.” Harry flopped down on the bed and patted the mattress next to him. Ariana came over and sat next to him and started reading her letter again.
Harry took out his wand. Lately he had been spending his spare moments trying to use magic he didn’t know more intentionally. He had been making slow progress, but the trick seemed to be understanding exactly what outcome he wanted and asking for it rather than trying to think of the spell that would cause it to happen.
He pointed his wand at the foot of the bed and tried to visualize a lion carving sprouting from the footboard. Focusing intensely, he opened his mouth to speak the spell that would make it happen. Nothing happened. No words came out. He tried to calm his mind. Instead of thinking about how the footboard would transform, he thought about why he wanted it to transform. He thought about how proud it would make him to leave a Gryffindor symbol in this Slytherin house.
Without realizing he was opening his mouth, he said, “Metamorzylis.” Fully formed, a picture-book roaring lion emerged from the wood. It had teeth like mahogany sabers and the grain of the wood somehow followed every curl in its mane. It was so realistic that Ariana let out a startled “Eep!” and dropped her letter.
Harry laughed and apologized, picking her letter up and handing it back to her. She thanked him, but folded it up and set it aside. Once she realized what she was seeing on the footboard, she crawled down the bed on her hands and knees to look at it more closely. With little pink fingers, she poked at the tips of the teeth, marveling at their sharpness. She ran her hand along the billowing mane and admired the texture on the small, fuzzy ears.
—s—
For his part, Harry had become completely uninterested in the lion. While Ariana had crawled up the bed, her skirt had inched higher and higher. Now, while she bent this way and that, studying the wooden relief, it sat just below the curve of her bum. He could swear he caught a glimpse of ivory lips before she shifted the other direction and he could no longer tell.
He leaned forward and crept up from behind. When Ariana felt his hands on her calves, she giggled, but didn’t move. A calloused palm slid up the outside of her thigh. She shuddered slightly, and stuck her bum out just a little further. Now Harry could see that he wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t been wearing panties. Two smooth, plump lips poked out from between slender legs.
Harry closed the distance. He lifted her skirt and rested it on the small of her back. He kissed the right cheek of her bottom and she squirmed and giggled again. When he was close enough to smell her skin, he drifted down between her legs and opened his mouth. He exhaled slowly, blowing warm breath across her delicate cleft. She shivered and moaned quietly.
He pursed his lips and blew steadily, like playing a jug. The gust of air flowed through the tiny canyon and raised goosebumps along the fleshy lips. Using his tongue like a paintbrush, Harry caressed a line up one labia and then down the other. Ariana’s moaning grew more urgent. She clenched her knees together and arched her back.
This new position caused her love cave to open just slightly, revealing the opening within. Already, it was becoming moist and flush with warmth. Harry pursed his lips again and blew lightly on the dark, fragrant hole. She groaned and rolled her hips. Just when she was almost settling down, Harry’s tongue flicked out and lapped at the velvet flesh below her clitoris. With mild pressure, he found the forked root of her clit and massaged it with patient, rhythmic licks.
Ariana let out a high pitched whine and dropped from her elbows, pressing her face hard into the mattress. Harry found a little routine that caused her to erupt in shudders and moan gutturally each time he did it. First, he would lick down the roots of her clitoris until she started to pull forward. Then he would shift his tongue forward and work it in little circles around the bulb of the clit itself just a few times. She would thrust her bum back, and that’s when he would stick his strong tongue deep inside her and revel in her near collapse.
Satisfied that he had given her the kind of orgasm that would leave her unable to walk for at least a few minutes, he pulled out his wand. He rested a hand on her bum and held the wand to her mouth. “I think it’s too dry. Can you help?”
Hungrily, she pulled the wand into her mouth, wrapping her pouty lips around it and swirling her tongue around the tip. His wand pulsed with vermilion energy, and a rush of arousal filled Harry’s head with fog. He drew back the wand, despite Ariana’s suckling protestations, and slipped the tip into her dripping pussy. Even around the narrow wooden rod, she gripped it tight and held it inside.
Ariana mewed needily and Harry slid the wand in deeper. It throbbed as if it had veins suffusing it with life. With each pulse, she moaned and rocked back to pull it in deeper. With a steady motion, he slid it in and out, searching for the place that would provoke the most powerful reaction. A few inches in, he found what he was looking for. A spot just a bit rougher than the rest, and every time he stroked it, her hips went six inches into the air.
Rolling onto his back, Harry licked and slurped at the nectar that dripped from the swollen lips. He sucked and kissed her sensitive clitoris and ran his broad tongue up and down the cleft. While he did this, he worked the long wooden wand inside her, stroking and teasing the sensitive area. It didn’t take long before she tensed, quivered violently, and erupted in a showering orgasm. Harry’s face was covered in her sweet, sticky juices.
He shimmied down the bed and lifted her onto his chest. She kissed him weakly, tasting herself on his mouth. She blushed in embarrassment, but Harry kissed her back, hard. He loosened his pants and slid them down. His erection sprang free like a magic trick, swaying rigidly over his stomach. Ariana reached down, wrapped her small fingers around it and affixed it between her thighs.
She lowered herself slowly, impaling herself upon his fearsome, unyielding staff. It rose through her like a divine punishment, the incredible girth only surpassed by the interminable length. Even as many times as they had made love, the first penetration was always a challenge for her. The mind-numbing pleasure was the only thing that kept her moving when the searing strain became almost too much.
Harry just surrendered to her control while she adapted. He knew that of the girls he had been with, Ariana struggled the most to handle his size. Patience was key. Once she relaxed and grew more accustomed, she was able to move more freely. Just as he was about to offer to hold her up, she took a deep breath and sank down as far as she could take him. Which, at this point, was about halfway.
Ariana didn’t let him withdraw just yet. She swayed her hips and let the feeling fill her up. Bouncing just a little and throwing her hips forward, she rode him in and out just an inch at a time. She spread her hands across his chest and braced herself as she picked up pace. She threw herself down onto his cock and thrust her hips forward, penetrating her core and sending an electric thrill shooting up into her brain.
Harry reached up and took her hips in his hands. Matching her irregular rhythm, he thrust upwards with each bounce. A primal moan rushed from her mouth and she sank her fingernails into his chest. They timed each other’s movements, smashing their hips together as best they could. The slap-slap of her thighs striking his filled the room like applause as her eyes rolled in blissful release.
Sinking his fingers into her hips, Harry gave a forceful, passionate tug and thrust his cock deep inside of her. With a throaty growl, his orgasm fountained from him and filled her with milky cum. She whined and gyrated, bouncing a few more times on the already flagging erection before subsiding and collapsing on his chest with him still deep inside of her.
“Mmm. I feel so full. Harry, your seed is all still swirling around inside me. I love it. I love when you claim me. It makes me feel so wanted. So alive.” Ariana purred happily.
Just then, the door swung open. Harry clutched Ariana to his chest and snatched up his wand.
Hermione tutted disapprovingly. “Goodness gracious. Doesn’t anyone in this house know how to lock a door? I swear.”
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