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Harry Potter & the Stone of Dreams	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 15672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione had her head buried in a book — several books in fact — flicking pages back and forth, murmuring and taking notes. Harry had offered to help. But Hermione had just told him to hang out with Alex. Which was fine with Harry. He and Hermione both knew it had been a perfunctory offer. So he and Alex were now sitting and watching Hermione, their eyes starting to glaze over.
Alex was getting bored. She wanted to do something fun, like painting or shopping — or pranking Justin. She hadn't messed with anyone in days. But oddly enough, she didn't feel annoyed enough with Justin to even get much satisfaction out of the thought.
"Can we go outside for now at least," whined Alex. "I feel cooped up in here."
"Sure," replied Harry. "We've got a good perimeter. Let's go for a stroll by the lake."
Harry and Alex let themselves out as Hermione muttered something to herself. They stepped out of the apartment into the morning light and closed the door. Alex turned around and looked back at the tent. That was an amazing bit of magic, she thought. The little tent had a whole furnished apartment with a well stocked refrigerator inside.
"I bought it in case Hermione and I felt like camping," Harry said with a straight face. Staying in the new tent was hardly roughing it. He had spent quite a few galleons on it, and it was much better than the one which they'd lost when the Snatchers had caught them. Alex grinned shyly at Harry and shoved him.
"Shut up," she said. "That's not a tent. It's just as big as your suite at the plaza," Alex exaggerated.
She didn't know why she was so shy around Harry. He was the first boy who had ever made her feel this way. Alex's thoughts briefly turned to Hermione. The thought of being with her made Alex feel all glowing and tingly inside — like she had when she had fallen for Mason. Alex felt that way about Harry too. But there was something different about the two of them that made her feel all fluttery. Every time Alex looked into Hermione's golden brown eyes, or those iridescent green eyes of Harry, she wanted to melt.
Then it really hit Alex. Harry was the first "Nice Boy" she had ever felt this way about. The others had all been "Bad Boys," including Dean, and Mason whom she had loved the most. And Hermione was sweet, like Tutor and Juliette. Alex could sense that Harry would continue to behave as shyly as her until one of them broke the ice. Alex pointed at the lake which was now only a foot away from their feet.
"How far does the perimeter go out?" she asked innocently.
"About another 30 metres I think," Harry replied, glad to grasp at something to make conversation with.
"Good!" Alex said with a wicked grin. Then she pushed Harry in the lake.
When he came up sputtering, she was rolling on the grass laughing at him. Harry clambered back onto the grassy shore, dripping wet.
"What was that for?" he asked with bemusement.
"Because you needed it," giggled Alex. "You looked hilarious when you were flailing your arms."
Harry grinned at her.
"Yeah, I suppose I did. Well, I'm not going back in the tent and annoying Hermione," said Harry, "...and I'm not going to sit in all these wet things. It's warm enough out." Harry wished he had taken the time to learn that drying spell Dumbledore had used at Voldemort's underground lake of Inferi. He took off his t-shirt and draped it on a bush. Then took off his socks and shoes. His jeans were soaked too, but he hesitated before taking those off too.
Harry's boxers looked enough like swimming trunks that he didn't feel too tense. Alex blushed. Harry looked really fit. Maybe even as fit as Dean. She was pleasantly surprised, because Harry didn't strike her as the athletic type. Harry sat down beside Alex and they both looked out across the sparkling blue lake set against a background of trees, fields, and rolling green mountains.
"So Harry, I've told you a bunch of my stories," Alex began, "...what about you? All I know is that you're famous and that you won a war and got the bad guys, and that you grew up with Normals. What'd you do at school? How did you grow up? What was it like when you didn't live with wizards?"
"I guess I should start at the Dursleys," Harry began. "They were my Aunt and Uncle and they didn't like magic — or me — very much. My cousin Dudley was a big fat berk who always pushed me around — he turned out alright in the end though. The last time I saw him he was actually really nice to me. Before I found out I was a wizard, they made me live in a little cupboard under the stairs..."
Alex was horrified, and Harry glossed over being hit by his Uncle, as he always did. Harry never liked to talk about that bit — Hermione had been the only one he'd ever managed to tell. But Alex could see the brief flicker of pain in his eyes, and some unbidden images of a boy with messy black hair being struck by a huge walrus of a man had curiously popped into her head.
Harry told Alex about accidentally setting a python on Dudley and blowing up his Uncle's horrible sister. He soon had Alex rolling on the grass laughing again. He told Alex about saving Hermione from a troll with his friend Ron, about dragons and basilisks, hippogriffs, and dementors. The sun was fairly high in the sky now and the time crept closer to noon as Harry told random stories about himself and Hermione.
Alex loved hearing about Peeves and Nearly Headless Nick. She started wishing that she had been to Hogwarts. It sounded like way more work than she preferred to do, but it also sounded like a lot of fun there. She suspected that she would have ended up in Hufflepuff or Slytherin, and said so to Harry.
"Are you kidding?" said Harry earnestly. "You would have been in Gryffindor. I don't doubt it for a minute. You're fearless."
Alex blushed furiously, but the compliment had really turned her on. Without warning Alex leaned in and kissed Harry, pushing him gently down on the grass. Harry put his hands around Alex’s slender waist and returned the kiss.
"Oh good," said Hermione, beaming from ear to ear as she emerged from the tent and startled Harry and Alex in the throes of a passionate kiss. This was perfect, Hermione thought; it would make things so much easier. "I'm glad you're both getting on so well," she said, smiling brightly and sitting on the grass beside them, "We've only got an hour left before noon."
"We'll start getting ready in a minute, but first I have to show you something I found in an ancient book of Alchemy while I was researching the ritual. I think it explains why we're all drawn together."
Alex and Harry straightened up, eager to hear more.
"Look at this picture here," continued Hermione. "The triangle with a person at each corner; it's called a Triune. They're incredibly rare. You're lucky if a Wizard Triune comes along once in a century. It's made up of three wizards who all supposedly share a soul — which is very different than a Wizard Triad."
"Wizard Triads can be made up of any random wizards at any time, no souls involved, and they are nowhere near as powerful as Wizard Triunes. There are different types of Wizard Triunes, depending on the ratio of males to females — but they're all incredibly powerful."
"I think this one is us," Hermione said giddily, "It's the most powerful one according to this book." The triangle she was pointing at had a woman on each of the two lower corners, and a man at the top of the triangle. "Must have been drawn by a man," she muttered. Then she spoke up again excitedly.
"Anyway, this book claims that most Triunes have a hundredfold the power of one wizard. And that this particular Triune should have three times the power of that — I mean three times the power logarithmically." Harry and Alex looked at Hermione blankly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Logarithmic means counting like this..." Conjuring a pen and notepad from thin air, Hermione drew a vertical line and scratched an arrow at each end, then a horizontal line which she left unfinished, and started marking equally spaced intervals on the vertical line above the horizontal — like a ruler.
"Look," she said, "normally you count 1, 2, 3..." Hermione looked up at Harry and Alex to make sure they were paying attention. They both seemed rapt, so she went on.
"I'm going to use this particular logarithmic scale , because it's the scale this book is using. That means each increment increases 10 times... like this... 1, 10, 100, 1,000 etc. So according to the book, it is three times the magnitude of 100 — which means that we will allegedly have 100,000 times the power of one average wizard." The other two young wizards were awestruck at the idea.
"But that's probably just a wild guess," Hermione said hastily, "I expect they just meant that the power increased on a scale much like this, but they probably had no real idea whether a regular Triune actually had 100 times the power of one wizard and so on. But whatever... all that really matters is that if this is true — that we are a Triune — then this spell should be able to find the Stone of Dreams anywhere in the world — not just this hemisphere."
"That is so awesome!" exclaimed Alex, and she looked is if she meant it. "This all makes sense now. I get it... I think. I actually learned something and I liked it," she squealed, hugging Hermione. "Oh, and it'll be way cool to have so much magic of course," she added in a falsely nonchalant tone.
Harry smirked. He really liked the impish side of Alex.
They were all fairly relaxed, considering that they were getting ready to conduct their first sex rite — it would be Alex's first time, and the third or fourth time for Hermione and Harry (depending how you counted them). Hermione had been too embarrassed to mention it earlier, but it was important that at least one of the participants in this ritual should be a virgin. That was a requirement for one of the victims of the Dark version of the rite too.
They set up in the living room of the flat inside the tent. Harry surprised the girls when he flicked his wand, and the living room took on the look of the forest outside. Slightly translucent trees and bushes lined the walls and vines stretched over the furniture. The carpet was turning to grass, and the ceiling was becoming blue sky with just a wisp of a cloud. It was the nicest bit of magic any one of them had seen for a while.
"Yeah," said Harry with a sloppy grin, "It's just like the Hogwarts Great Hall, but even better. It's brilliant!"
Hermione palmed her face. It was brilliant, but she couldn't believe Harry had spent so much money. Sirius must have left Harry a bloody massive fortune. From what Harry had said, his parents had been quite well off, but more like her own dentist parents were well off. Nothing at all like this, which allowed him to spend so much money on hotel suites and luxurious flats inside of tents.
Still, this was the perfect setting, Hermione mused. The young wizards carefully drew a large septagram with water on the grassy looking carpet, big enough for all three of them to roll around in a bit. Hermione murmured several incantations and waved her wand. Where the water had soaked the carpet, the outline of the septagram began to glow blue.
It was time. Hermione knew the other two would never get their clothes off if she didn't start first. She stripped down to her underwear. Harry tugged off the sweatpants he had put on when they had come back to the tent.
Alex slowly lifted up her shirt with a slightly pouty look, and pulled it over her head. Her bare skin prickled with electricity and her nipples hardened. Alex felt a swooping sensation in her stomach as she peeled off her pants and undies alluringly, exposing a clean-shaven mound, and posed sweetly in nothing for Harry and Hermione.
Gulping in trepidation, redfaced, Harry finally removed his boxers. He couldn't believe his luck at being with two gorgeous naked girls, but he still felt extremely awkward about the whole thing, not to mention slightly guilty for being attracted to Alex. Hermione grinned at Harry and tossed her knickers aside, heart racing as she took in Alex's beauty. She was still a bit surprised at how much Alex had stirred her own feelings; and she felt rather excited about the adventure she and Harry were about to embark on — exploring Alex together.
Hermione beckoned, and the three of them entered the septagram, holding their wands aloft as she had instructed them. The static charge surged inside the symbol. They each kneeled facing towards each other, completely nude. Alex giggled nervously as they raised their wands again and Hermione murmured another incantation under her breath.
Harry then lay down on his back as Hermione had told him to do. She had a little vial of scented oil, and she daubed his forehead. Hermione then daubed some on Alex’s forehead too. Lastly, Hermione touched a finger to her own forehead with the perfumed oil.
Alex straddled Harry’s torso at Hermione’s direction. A wave of ardour took hold of Alex, and she began kissing Harry fiercely. Kneeling beside them, Hermione stroked Alex’s sleek ebony hair with one hand. She brushed it aside and pressed her lips to the younger girl’s neck, inhaling her sweet fragrance. Hermione’s other hand caressed the satiny smooth skin of Alex’s taut belly.
Harry felt himself get even longer and harder as both girls kissed him and each other wetly and deeply. He captured one of each of their breasts, squeezing softly, gently tugging their nipples. Alex’s hills were a similar size and shape to Hermione’s, but her peaks slightly longer and darker. His lips encircled one peak, then the other, tasting each, tongue swirling around them.
Hermione and Alex both quivered with delight, growing damper as they devoured Harry and one another. Alex’s wetness glistened on Harry’s abdomen as she ground her slit against him. Sensing her readiness, Hermione gently guided Alex to Harry’s erection.
Alex lowered herself, gasping as Harry’s lance penetrated her entrance, filling her tightness completely. Slowly at first, Alex moved her hips and the delicious friction of Harry’s length inside her for the first time sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Alex turned to kiss Hermione again, who had taken over the task of tenderly kneading Alex’s breasts. Alex slid a hand between Hermione’s open thighs, pushing two fingers inside of her, toggling Hermione’s fleshy pearl with her thumb. Hermione gasped as Alex’s fingers delved deeper into her moistness.
Harry grasped Alex’s thighs and thrust up into her. He cradled her bottom cheeks as the gyrations of the threesome grew faster. Alex moaned as the intensity increased and began to lose herself. Hermione squeaked ecstatically, flooding Alex’s fingers with her dewy nectar.
Harry stiffened, then groaned, convulsively releasing himself deep inside of Alex, his viscous fluid overflowing her vessel. The euphoric frenzy took Alex by storm; squealing and quaking rapturously, she felt herself become one with Harry and Hermione as they melted into each other on the dot of noon.
An explosion of magical energy enveloped the young wizards, radiating outwards in pulsating waves of bliss, circumferencing the Earth. The moment seemed to last an eternity until it peacefully ebbed away.
Alex had never in her life experienced so much passion. Spent, she lay down her head on Harry's chest with her arms around him. She just wanted to hold him like that for a while, as Hermione continued to caress her.
It was lazily that the Triune left the septagram. They would have laid there all day basking in the afterglow if they could. But time was of the essence.
After cleaning up and dressing, the three of them sat around a large globe which Alex had conjured up. Alex was very pleased with herself for performing a spell correctly right in front of Hermione. The globe looked exactly like the Earth from space and spun slowly on its axis. They all stared at the glowing red dot on the border of Nepal and Tibet and groaned.
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