Wild Magic - Chapter 26

Harry flashed Hermione a smile as they waited for charms. It didn't even bother him that they shared the class with Slytherin. A hand job and shower sex did wonders to keep his mood up. Malfoy, of course, took the table directly across from where they sat. The blond glared daggers at him while his posse tried to do the same. He smiled and gave a little wave.

Malfoy flinched like he had been slapped. Beside him Pansy Parkinson absently waved back.

Harry gave her a closer look. He hadn't ever paid much attention to her. She was always just in Malfoy's shadow. He wasn't sure what the connection between them actually was. Were their houses allies? Were they betrothed? Was she after the secret to his hair care routine? Who knew.

She had long brunette hair. At one point he was sure she had it cut short, but honestly, he didn't keep that close of an eye on her. She had grown into her features and was now on the prettier side of cute. Malfoy never seemed to give her any real attention, which made Harry think that their connection might not be romantic. Of course, with Purebloods, you could never tell. He couldn't remember if they ever had a conversation.

"Good morning class." Professor Flitwick called.

"Morning professor." Everyone replied.

They waited patiently as the half-goblin climbed the stairs to his raised platform. His mixed heritage was an open secret. It made Harry's mind wonder to thoughts he didn't truly want to know. Which parent had been the goblin? How had that all worked? It wasn't an image he wanted in his head.

"This year we will be focusing on the OWL curriculum." Professor Flitwick announced. "I have great expectations for you all."

Harry's vision went blurry. He shook his head to clear them, but it didn't help. Flitwick spoke. He couldn't hear the words. There was a buzz in the air. It took a moment for him to recognize the feeling. A short break had given him hope that he would be safe at Hogwarts.

Of course, he wasn't safe at Hogwarts. When was he ever?

Professor Flitwick cast a spell. Harry flinched. The sudden jolt of magic knocked him for a loop. He tried to catch Hermione's eye. She was focused on the lesson. The students around him started to attempt the spell. Each time sent a spark of static along his spine. It swirled his thoughts. The watch on his wrist had thick yellow stripes that were quickly turning orange. Spirals of red were already swirling around the edges. Harry lurched to his feet. It was too much, too fast. He needed to put some distance between himself and all of the ambient magic. Everything sounded so loud it lost cohesion.

What had Luna said? She was in potions. He had to rely on Hermione. There was something else. An open classroom two doors down to the left.

The sounds regained form the farther he moved from the classroom. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. It gave him flashes of beautiful clarity between the pulse. He could just make out footsteps behind him as he stumbled down the hall. He needed to release the building energy.

Harry pushed through the second door. It was empty. He sighed as the door closed behind him. Harry turned to see Pansy. She looked a little lost.

"What…" He took a breath to steady himself. "What are you doing here?"

"I followed you." Pansy replied.

"Why?" Harry fought against the building pressure.

"You needed me." She said slowly.

Panic was starting to press in. He had no idea what would happen if the equilibrium with Hogwarts was upset. Harry wobbled. More from the stone underneath him shifting than weakness. He stole a quick look at the ground. The stone had literally shifted.

"I need you." Harry nodded. "Do you know what that means?"

Pansy nodded.

"How?" Harry growled.

She shook her head. He took a step toward her. She let out a little squeak. His magic made his eyes shine like an emerald blaze. She could almost see the flames. He didn't argue. Desperation mingled with hunger. His magic flared stripping them both nude in a blink.

Pansy gasped at the sudden change. The sound transitioned into a purr as ghostly hands danced over her skin. Her nipples were teased and pinched while another set stroked along her lower lips. His magic played her body like a fine instrument. Her legs shook as she was driven to the edge of pleasure in a matter of moments.

Harry rushed forward. He grabbed her ass and lifted. Pansy instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Magic smoothed their movement as the crown of his cock pressed into her. They moaned in unison as her heat wrapped around him.

They paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Harry walked them over to the wall. Each step caused her to bounce, driving him to reach deeper. Pansy gasped as the cold stone made contact with her skin. The noise caught in her throat as he began to rock his hips. Her mouth dropped open as his strokes grew longer. He pulled back a little then pushed forward then repeated the movement until only the head of his cock stayed in her.

He held that position. Pansy wiggled her hips. She tried to push him back inside. Their eyes met.

"Please." She whined.

Harry leaned forward. Her eyes went wide as he stole a kiss. The moment was lost as he snapped his hips forward. Their bodies clapped as he moved at a punishing pace.

"What…" Her voice came out breathless. "What was that?"

"A kiss." Harry gave her a roguish smile and kissed her again.

Her hands went to the back of his head. She pulled him in for another kiss. There was no technique or fitness. Their lips and tongues tangled in a mess of passion and hunger. Pansy broke the kiss to lean her head back. She let out a loud scream as her pussy gripped his cock with a startling hunger.

Harry continued to thrust through her orgasm. In the back of his mind, he knew he needed to cum to release the building magic. A much louder part of his thought process bellowed to shut up and focus on fucking. His own orgasm was building, but not quite there.

Pansy bit his shoulder. Her teeth on his skin with the vibration of her muffled scream proved him wrong. Harry buried his cock as deeply as he could and released a torrent of cum. He wrenched her head away. Pansy let out a moaning whine that he silenced with a kiss.

He pulled her close against his chest. She gladly rested against him. Her eyes started to drift closed. Until he took his first step away from the wall. He held her up with one hand firmly on her ass. She couldn't gather enough energy to form words. He carried her over to a table that had once been used as a desk.

Her mind cleared in an instant as the table changed into a bed as they got closer. Silent, wandless transfiguration was not something a student should be able to do. She looked back to Harry, trying to figure him out.

Harry laid her on the bed. He hooked her legs up onto his shoulders then pressed them until they were practically parallel with her body.

"Oh. Fuck." Pansy squeaked out.

Harry jackhammered her. His cock plunged deep into her depths. The fresh load of cum added extra lubrication and made it easier to gain more speed. Neither heard as the sound of wood dragging against stone joined the wet slap of their bodies. The bed scooted across the room until the headboard hit the wall.

"Harry?!" A familiar voice cut through the noise.

He turned his head to face the sound. His eyes locked with Hermione as he let loose another load inside of Pansy. The Slytherin witch screamed as the sudden intrusion pushed her over the edge.

"Is…" Hermione gawked at them. "Is that Parkinson?"

Harry didn't answer. He pulled out of the brunette and flipped her over. Pansy let out a little giggle at the show of strength. She lifted her ass up without prompting. The sex had been surprisingly good. It was even better now that Granger was here to watch. She looked over her shoulder at Harry.

"Potter." Pansy growled. "You're fucking me."

Her growl shifted to a loud moan as he slid back inside of her. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her flat onto the bed. Head down and ass up.

"You're stuffed with my cum." Harry said as he began to fuck her nice and slow. "You can call me Harry."

"Potter." Pansy whined. "Faster. Save this slow shit for Granger."

Harry chuckled. His grip on her shoulders tightened as his pace increased. Hermione stomped over to the side of the bed. She watched as Harry pulled Pansy back to meet his thrusts.

"Really, Harry." Hermione crossed her arms. "I was sitting beside you."

"Emergency." Harry flashed the watch at her.

Surprise flashed across her face as she saw it was still mostly yellow with swirls of red.

"Oh." Hermione whispered. "This is bad."

"Cumming!" Pansy screamed.

Her body went rigid. She pressed against him as she rode out her orgasm. Pansy went limp against the mattress.

"No more." She said between breathes. "Too much."

Hermione muttered something to herself. Her wand flashed toward the door then she began to strip. Harry glared at her clothes. They disappeared with a flare of his magic. Hermione found the buttons beneath her fingers were no longer there.

"You had better bring those back." Hermione crawled onto the bed.

Harry pulled out of Pansy. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder before he could face her.

"Clean her off your cock first." Hermione ordered.

A wicked smile crossed his face. Harry climbed off the bed. Pansy watched as he stood before her. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing. The head of his cock stopped her for speaking. She let out a surprised noise as he used her mouth to clean their combined juices off his cock.

Pansy glared up at him. Harry smiled at her. Her eyes narrowed. She shifted on the bed to line her throat up with his thrusts. Harry groaned as she wiggled her tongue along her shaft. His knees practically buckled as she took his entire length. Her hands latched onto his hips. She held him in place as he shot off load down her throat.

Harry stumbled back. He stared at her in shock.

"Beat that." She looked over to Hermione.