Wild Magic Chapter 21

Harry looked down at the watch. It was solid yellow now. He needed to deal with it before he went to sleep. Only Tonks was in an Order meeting and Hermione had just left him. He wasn't sure if he could just chase her down.

He hadn't tried taking care of things himself. Harry hurried upstairs to his room. The door closed on its own. He pulled off his shirt as he walked, tossing it to the side, then he kicked off his shoes and socks. By the time he made it to his bed he was down to his boxers.

Harry had just started to stroke himself hard when someone knocked on his door. They didn't wait for an answer. He dove into bed, covering himself with his blankets. Dumbledore strode in, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed. The Headmasters eyes lacked that distinct twinkle. He was also rather obviously avoiding meeting his gaze. Usually, Dumbledore looked just about everyone in the eyes.

"Ah, Harry." Dumbledore said it like he had just happened to find him in passing. "Madam Bones informed me of your condition. I have come to assess it myself."

Harry stared blankly up at the man. He shrugged and motioned for him to continue.

Dumbledore produced a gnarled looking wand and began to wave it in precise, cutting movements. Harry rocked back. His head bounced against the headboard with a loud THUNK. The power coming off of that wand was nothing like he had ever felt before. He could feel his core, that was what Bones called it, grip the magic, and greedily consume it. It hurt.

"Stop." Harry grunted through the pain.

Dumbledore, in his infinite wisdom, did not. The old man began work even harder. Harry glanced down at his watch to see that it was glowing bright red.

"I SAID STOP." Harry commanded.

A pulse of pure power erupted from Harry, just like after the dementor had kissed him. Only this time was on a completely different scale. Dumbledore was launched across the room while the wand went flying in a different direction.

Harry could feel everything in the house. His magic filled the house. He suddenly knew each and every rune that had been set into the foundation. There were rooms that had been hidden for years, some that Sirius didn't even know about. A catalogue of the magical artifacts in the house settled in his mind. He knew who had been allowed to learn the Fidelius Charm, and he knew that he could change it with a thought.

He was pulled from the rush of information as Dumbledore stumbled to his feet.

"Oh, my head." Dumbledore muttered.

"FUCK YOUR HEAD AND THE NECK IT RODE IN ON." Harry sprang from the bed, tossing the covers to the floor.

He stalked over to Dumbledore. The old wizards gawked at him as he approached, an expression of awe mingled with terror played across his features.

"Albus." Harry gripped the old man by the shoulder.

The old man stared at Harry. Dumbledore tried to force his face back to something more befitting the Headmaster before a student. Harry held up his watch.

"Were you informed what this means?" Harry didn't wait for an answer. "It means that, not only am I able to use wild magic, but that it will obey my subconscious desires. The only way to bring my power under control is for me to find a way to release the excess magic. If you spoke to Madam Bones, then you know the only consistently proven method is sex."

Dumbledore looked up at Harry. It was then he realized that the young man had began to float. Harry was on the shorter side of his year; he wouldn't look out of place with younger students. Contrary to that, Dumbledore was of decent height. For him to have to look up at Harry, the young wizard had to be floating at least a foot off the ground.

"Here is what is going to happen." Harry's eyes were glowing. "This year, you're going to set me up with my own private room. It will only answer me and who I allow. Then, I'm going to bring a steady string of women and fuck them senseless."

"Harry, such language is-"

"Perfectly fitting in the situation." Harry interrupted. "I suggest you head back to Hogwarts and get my room in order."

Dumbledore finally got control of his face. He schooled his expression behind a mask of detached professionalism. The Headmaster nodded once before he turned and left the room.

Harry took a deep breath. He settled back on the ground as he let it out. Footsteps thundered up the stairs, he turned toward the door. The group came to a stop as his blazing emerald eyes took them in. Sirius was at the front of the group, followed closely by his friends, the twins, and Tonks. Harry knew that Molly was holding Ginny back from joining them. He could feel where everyone was in the house. His magic filled it completely.

"Padfoot." Harry strolled over to the doorway. "Would you kindly explain what is going on to my friends? I need to speak with Tonks."

"I can help." Hermione stepped in front of Tonks.

"Really, now?" Tonks gave the young woman a sly smile.

"I can too." Ron snapped. "Harry's my friend."

Harry didn't even try to fight the wave of laughter that brought.

"Come on, lads." Sirius moved back towards the stairs. "It is time for me to tell you a tale."

Tonks stepped into the room. Hermione slipped in behind her before she could close the door.

"Hermione." Harry had an edge in his voice that made her shiver.

"I want to help." Hermione forced herself to look him in the eyes.

The glow from Harry's eyes flashed. A sudden rush of air over her skin told Hermione that she was now naked. Tonks and Harry were as well. The pink haired woman scampered over to him. She let out a little giggle as she pushed him onto the bed and climbed atop.

"I haven't had a threesome in a long time." Tonks slid up along his torso.

Harry lifted her up, adjusting her so he could reach her cunt with his mouth. He lowered her down to his face, meeting her slit with his tongue. Tonks leaned her head back and moaned. She shot a look at Hermione.

"Be a doll and suck his cock." Tonks winked at the younger witch.

She let out a happy moan before she could say anything more. Hermione straightened her posture as she walked over to join them on the bed. She had never given a blowjob before. Aside from romance novels, her only experience came from listening to the girls in her dorm.

Hermione stopped at the edge of the bed. She studied Harry's hard, throbbing dick. It was bigger than she remembered. Of course, she didn't have much time to get a good look at him last time. It was long and thick. She wrapped a hand around it and was able to put her other above it with a bit more space. The girth filled her grip, allowing her fingers to just barely touch.

There hadn't been much foreplay when she had slept with Victor. He had been sweet, and more awkward than she expected. She had to practically jump him for him to get the hint. Ron tried his best to ruin her night, but she wasn't going to let a silly argument derail her plans.

"I said suck it, not stroke him." Tonks looked over her shoulder.

Hermione nodded. She leaned closer, feeling the heat radiating from him. His scent was intoxicating. She tried to think of what to do next. Sticking out her tongue, she licked his shafter like an ice cream cone.

Tonks gasped.

"He liked that." Tonks smiled at her.

Hermione nodded. She licked his shafter again. Her saliva made stroking him much smoother. She kept one hand working his shaft while the other began to play with his sack. Part of her marveled at the feel of them. She swore she could feel them churning under her touch, preparing the loads that he would release.

"He… of, fuck… he really… right there… really, likes that." Tonks trailed off, her words melting into moans.

She didn't give the older witch any more attention. Bracing her hands on the bed beside him, she moved her mouth up to the crown of his cock. Her tongue circled along the edge of the cap before placing a wet kiss on the tip. Tonks bucked and writhed.

Hermione shot the older witch a glare. Her prize had been wrenched from her lips due to the sudden movements. Hermione pushed herself up, she grabbed Tonks by the waist, and shifted her off of Harry. Tonks fell to the side in a tangle of orgasmic bliss.

Once she was out of the way, Hermione returned her attention to the task at hand. She slid the head of his cock into her mouth without hesitation. His moans resonated through his body, causing his cock to vibrate against her lips.

She bobbed a few times before popping off of him. Her hands stroked him while her mouth rested.

"Is that good?" She asked looking up at him.

Harry stared at her with unfocused eyes. He nodded. She gave him a proud smile before dropping her head once more. Hermione pushed herself to bob faster. She couldn't take him too deep yet, honestly she doubted she'd ever be able to deep throat him, but she did her best.

"Mione." Harry moaned. "Going to cum. Stop."

Hermione paused her motion. She waited for him to elaborate.

"I want to fuck you." Harry groaned.

Her cheeks felt hot. His cock made a pop sound as she pulled off of him. She climbed up onto the bed, straddling his waist. His hands gripped her hips as she lowered herself. Hermione's eyes fluttered as his member entered her.

She leaned forward, kissing him deeply. His grip tightened as their tongues touched. She could taste Tonks. That sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through her body. She grinded down on him. His cock reached the spots that made her forget her name.

Harry lifted her up, bouncing her a few times before letting her grind again. Her clit rubbed wonderfully with each one. Hermione squeaked as her first orgasm surprised her. She was still cumming when she felt a hands begin to grope her breasts. The sensation of her nipples being pinched and rolled between fingertips set off a string of smaller orgasms.

"Does that feel good?" Tonks' breath tickled her ear.

Her mind cleared for a moment. Harry was still gripping her hips. The warmth pressed against her back, and the hands groping her breasts belonged to Tonks. Rational thought was driven from her mind as Harry began to speed up his thrusts.

Hermione's head lolled back; her mouth open but making no sounds. Tonks captured her lips in a sloppy kiss. Harry grunted underneath her. She shook as she fell his cock pulse inside of her. Warm ropes of his cum shot deep inside of her.

She fell forward, her face colliding with the sheets over his shoulder.

"That was wonderful, Mione." Harry kissed her cheek.

She rolled off of him with a pleasant warmth still filling in. The bed shifted as Tonks took her place. It began to bounce in time with the clap of their bodies. The older witch had recovered and was riding Harry like no tomorrow.

Tonks squeaked as Harry lifted her off of him. He flipped her to her stomach, lifted her hips, and slammed his length back in. The bed shook as he hammered his hips down in her. Her face was pressed against the mattress, her hands were tangled in the sheets.

Hermione looked at Harry. The expression on his face was one of wild lust. He showed no hint of slowing down. Her lazy gaze found its way to the watch on his wrist. It was bright yellow with streaks of red. Not even a hint of green.

This was going to be a long night.