Wild Magic Chapter 14

Madam Bones held the door to her office open. She waited for Harry to step inside before closing it. Harry took in the office. The furniture was classy and professional without being showy. It had an understated style to it that exuded competency.

"Take a seat." She said as she moved behind her desk.

There were two chairs facing her desk. The one behind it was of the same style, but slightly larger. Harry sat and waited for her.

"Mister Potter." She gave him a professional smile. "I received an anonymous letter about you." She paused, letting him know that she clearly knew who wrote the letter. "They are asking for my expertise on an interesting subject. The Bones Family has certain spells that only a few friends know about. From what the letter said, you're having some issues with Wild Magic."

Harry nodded.

"If you would allow me, I can take a look." Madam Bones said.

"Yes, thank you." Harry nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love to know what is going on."

Madam Bones drew her wand. She waved it in a complex pattern. Harry couldn't hear what she was saying, but her lips were moving.

"Oh." Madam Bones stopped.

"Oh?" Harry repeated.

"A person draws magic from their core." Madam Bone explained. "Each person has one. Think of magic like a river and each core is a bowl that a person uses to hold the water. The size varies from person to person, but it has a set limit. You can't use more magic than the core can hold."

She paused.

"Got it." Harry nodded.

"Your core doesn't seem to have a limit." Madam Bones continued. "You are standing in the middle of the river and your bowl keeps growing."

Harry laughed. "That doesn't sound like a bad thing."

"For you, no." Madam Bones shook her head. "But it is very bad for everyone around you."

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Of course, it is. Please, continue."

"Anyone around you will soon find that not only is their core being depleted, but you will have more influence over their magic than they do themselves." Madam Bones explained. "You need to find a way to use the magic your core is gathering. Your core cannot absorb more if you're using the magic it contains."

"How do I do that?" Harry asked.

"Siri… the anonymous source mentioned it feels like a pressure building. Have you found a way to reduce the feeling?" She asked.

"Casting spells and charms only help take the edge off." Harry blushed.

"Anything else?" Madam Bones pressed.

"Sex." Harry tried not to look at her. "When I have sex, it eases a lot of the pressure. I'm not sure, but it seems like it is more effective if I… enjoy?... their company."

"It works better if you have a positive connection." Madam Bones nodded. "And if you don't?"

"It relieves more pressure than a couple of hours casting spells." Harry shrugged. "I don't know for sure, it's something I noticed but haven't been able to test further."

Madam Bones leaned back in her chair. She studied him long enough for Harry to start getting nervous.

"Regardless." She stood and moved beside him. "It's the best option."

Harry's mouth dropped open as she shrugged off her robes. Underneath she wore a tasteful black dress that mingled perfectly with the shade of the robe and obscured the shape of her body. They both jumped as the thick fabric burst into flames. It was quickly reduced to a pile of ash. Madam Bones raised her eyebrows at him.

"I…uh." Harry blushed. "You're gorgeous and the robe was hiding that."

"Thank you, Harry." She smiled at him. "That's while I wear it."

Harry's mouth went dry as she turned around and lifted up her hair.

"Would you unzip me?" Madam Bones asked.

"Yes, Madam Bones." Harry jumped to his feet faster than he had ever moved in his life.

"While we're in private, please call me Amelia." Her voice took on a smoky edge.

He was shaking, but years of experience as a Seeker kept his hands steady. The zipper lowered smoothly. His mouth went dry as each inch of her skin was exposed. In his previous sexual encounters Harry had been the one in control. In a matter of moments Amelia Bones had taken charge.

She turned around, letting her dress drop to the floor to reveal a matching set of sheer purple bra and panties. Amelia smiled as Harry stared open-mouthed at her.

"Now, Harry." She purred.

He shivered at the sounded of his name on her lips.

"Yes?" He managed to say.

"I need you." She paused. "To take these off."

Harry nodded. He slid a hand around her back, finding the latch, and unsnapping it. Harry carefully removed her bra, reverently unwrapping her amazing breasts. Amelia gasped as the air touched her exposed skin.

"Do you like my breasts, Harry?" Amelia pressed her arms together, lifting them up for closer inspection.

"Beautiful." Harry whispered.

"Do you want to give them a kiss?" She wiggled a little.

Harry nodded quickly.

"Go on." She cooed at him.

Harry leaned forward kissing one nipple and then the other. He circled each with the tip of his tongue. Amelia stroked the back of his head as his teeth pinched one nipple and then the other.

"Very good, Harry." She trailed a finger along his chin, tilting his face to look at her.

Her soft, luscious lips brushed against his. Amelia expertly undressed him while she pulled him into a deep, long kiss. Her tongue circled around his. Harry could barely think. It wasn't until she pushed him back into the chair he had just vacated that he realized he was completely nude. She had even managed to get his socks and shoes off.

"You forgot something, Harry." She slipped her fingers along the band of her panties.

Harry lunged forward, reaching out. He froze when she leaned back.

"No hands." Amelia smiled down at him.

He nodded. Harry bit the top band and began to work them down her legs. He lost concentration once her pussy was uncovered. A precisely trimmed triangle of a red bush guided his gaze to the tops of her lips. He was brought back to the moment when her finger stroked the side of his face.

Harry returned his attention to removing her panties. Finally, she stepped out of them. He straightened up, finding himself eye-level with her glorious bush.

"Have you ever licked a pussy, Harry?" Amelia smirked down at him.

Harry couldn't think of anything besides her intoxicating scent.

"Give it a try." She moved closer to him.

Harry traced his fingers along the inside of her thigh and up the heat of her damp lips. Amelia gasped as his fingers brushed over her clit. Harry placed a hand on her mound, increasing the pace as he rubbed his thumb in circles around her clit. A long, low moan left her lips as one of Harry's fingers slid into her pussy. His palm rested against her mound for a moment before he added another. He moved them in and out, gradually going deeper. Her hands gripped his shoulders as a sudden orgasm rocked her balance.

"That was wonderful, Harry." She cooed. "But that wasn't your tongue."

Wasting no more time, Harry replaced his fingers with his tongue. Amelia's hips rocked forward, driving his face deeper between her legs. One of her hands grabbed his shoulder while the other locked onto the back of the chair for support. He captured her clit with his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Amelia came hard, a torrent of fluid leaked out from between her legs. It covered his mouth and chin.

"Harry." She moaned.

Amelia released him, taking a step back. She reached down, stroking his shaft, looking at it for the first time. Harry's breath hitched as she swirled her fingers along the edge of his knob. She smiled at him.

"Lovely." Amelia leaned forward, nibbling his ear.

She straddled him on the chair. Amelia grabbed a fistful of his hair in each hand and pulled his mouth roughly against hers. Gone was the gentle, bewitching kiss from before. Her tongue danced with his as she ground her hips on him, sliding along his shaft.

Harry groaned as she pulled back. Amelia reached down, took him in her hand, and lined him up with her entrance. She gave him a predatory smile as she slowly sank down onto his thick shaft. Amelia's wet, hot pussy easily slid lower. Harry groaned as he bottomed out.

Amelia hummed in pleasure, enjoying the full sensation.

"Oh, fuck." Harry moaned.

"Are you ready?" She caressed his cheek, biting her lip as they locked eyes.

Harry nodded.

Starting slowly, she lifted up a couple of inches before easing back down, grinding her pelvis into his, and adding a thrill of pressure to her clit. Amelia leaned back, gaining speed with each thrust. Harry couldn't think anymore. His words came out in grunts and moans.

Amelia captured his lips in a kiss. She was breathing heavily when she pulled away. Harry thrust up into her. She cooed at as he reached deeper inside of her. He ran his hands along her spine before grabbing a handful of her surprisingly firm ass.

Their pace increased. Loud, rhythmic slaps came from their bodies, echoing around the room. Amelia riding him with wild abandon while Harry held on, lost in pleasure. Her arms and legs locked around him, holding him in place on the chair. She let out a shuddering moan as she pushed down onto him, rolling her hips and humping against him as he pussy shuddered around his cock.

Harry's hands moved to her hips. His grip tightened as he began to slam into her, harder and faster. His breathing grew erratic.

"Cum for me, Harry." Amelia whispered in his ear.

With one last thrust, he buried himself as deep into her as he could. Amelia continued to grind herself into him. She smiled as he felt him pulsing inside of her. Harry leaned his head forward, resting on her chest.

"Fuck." He groaned.

Amelia summoned her wand. She waved it around him in the complex motions as before.

"Much better." She kissed him on the top of the head.

Harry nodded. The bonfire had relaxed to a campfire.

"You'll need at least one of those a day." Amelia rose off of him, a torrent of cum trailed down her legs. "Possibly more if what you're saying about an emotional connection is correct."

Harry gave her a sly grin. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Cute." She smiled at him. "I'll send a letter along with Tonks to update everyone. We'll need to speak with Dumbledore as well."

Harry's mind cleared at that. "What?"

"Something needs to be arranged for your school year." Amelia replied.

"Oh." Harry blinked. "I…huh."

"The Potter Luck strikes again." Amelia smiled at him.