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My name is Tom and my sister is called Laura. I am 18 years of age and she is now 19. My sister Laura and I had always had a special relationship ever since we were 11 and 12.

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Mikes Sleepover Part 2

This is the last part of Mike’s Sleepover. Look for more story lines to come from these characters however. Or maybe even some new ones, feel free to post ideas of what you would like me to write abo

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Modern Mage – Chaper 5

Another Chapter down, hope those of you who like the story are continuing to enjoy it. I got a little more character development done and brought another important player for the direction I have in mind for the story into play. I know the story is going slowly, however I’m writing that way because I want it to unfold properly and keep the quality of writing up. As always please leave feedback or Message me with questions. Thank you all again for reading.
I turned and put the envelopes into one of my bags before heading to the Valet with Sindee to retrieve my car. We drove back to Sindee’s and moved my bags in. Besides the two from my room there were 4 more bags in the trunk of my car. When I decided to move to Las Vegas, I packed up my clothes and personal belongings, sold everything else. Traveling is a lot easier if all you have to carry with you are 6 bags. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting my stuff organized and relaxing. My mind was on the letters sitting in my bag. I didn’t know which one worried me more, the one from my brother or the one with the old wax seal. I hadn’t seen or spoken to my brother since I was 16 until chance brought us together at the hospital a few weeks ago. We barely said anything to each other at that time either. It was unlikely that the letter contained good news.
The one with the wax seal presented a different issue. The archaic seal could have been used by almost any type of supernatural being or even a mortal with a flair for the overly dramatic. The first thing that concerned me about it however was that among the Supernatural races the ones most like to use such a seal were Vampires. While there are many younger vampires in the world; they are usually the foot soldiers and modern face of the species. The older Vampires are much more dangerous than the young lady I fought with. The older the vampire the more time they’ve had in order to gain in strength and abilities; and to make matters worse they have the patience to play the long game. Marcus taught me to avoid Vampire politics at all costs; to not reveal what I am to them. Thinking back to the night I fought the bloodsucker in my hotel room; I had yanked the curtains open to give me light to see by meaning someone could have seen the fight if they were watching her. There were too many possibilities; I needed to stop speculating and do some research.
I also had to tell Sindee about my world and soon before we moved any further in our relationship. If I was going to try to awaken Sindee to the greater reality I needed to prepare a few things and make a couple of calls. I wanted to make sure that if and when I did this, it had the highest chances to succeed without having a detrimental effect on Sindee. What scares me about doing this is simple to explain. Most Mages I’ve met are singular beings. While some Mages form cabals, basically a group of mages working together sharing knowledge, they are still disparate individuals. I have yet to meet a Mage is a relationship other than casual hook-ups. This concerned me when I first thought about why that would be and I came to an answer I didn’t much like. Because as Mages we had the ability to impose our will on the world, including on other people, we tend to do so without thinking about if we should do so. This idea bothered me because of what I did the first night here in Las Vegas. I didn’t actually change her mind as much as lower Sindee’s inhibitions leaning her in the direction of doing what she felt like over what she thought was best. I always saw the distinction as a gray area before. Now, if I knew a Mage or other supernatural being used a power on Sindee I would seek their destruction with the full measure of my abilities and willpower. It’s strange how emotional ties can alter ones perception easier than Magick.
The first call I made an attempt to get ahold of Marcus again. Many Mages, including myself, tend to stay on the move. It gives us more opportunity to learn and makes it less likely that someone will come to know us and accidentally discover our secret. The longer one stays in one place the more complacent and relaxed they become. The measures taken to keep our secret become lax. There are so many dangers in our secrets getting out that we are very protective of them. I’ve spoken of Hunter’s briefly before, I’ll go into a little more detail now. I had been staying with Marcus training for 9 months and was learning how to manipulate the Spheres at this point. Learning to Sense each of the Spheres comes quickly as once you understand that while they are each different, sensory magic is very similar no matter what you’re trying to detect. We had gone into the woods outside of town so he could teach me how to manipulate Life so that I could learn to heal myself and others. He was showing me how to speed up growth and regeneration on plants before we moved up to complex life forms. Never perform Magick on anything unless you understand what it is you are trying to do. While we were working a man stepped out of the woods into the clearing. He was around 6 feet or so, looked to be in his 60’s though he could have been older; it was hard to tell in the shade of the trees. He wore a pistol on his hip and had an old Winchester rifle aimed at Marcus. “Been a while Marcus, you aren’t an easy man to find,” he spoke loudly from across the clearing. “You gonna try to hide from me forever?” There was a trace of southern accent in his voice but I couldn’t place it exactly.
Marcus turned to face this man and spoke clearly, “I told you last time Jackson, stop following me or it will end badly for you.”
“That was 30 years ago, and I didn’t have a clue as to what you could do then. I know now and you’re going to pay for what happened.” I looked closer at Marcus closely when Jackson said this. Marcus looked like he couldn’t be older than 25, even when using my senses with the Life Magick we were practicing today I wouldn’t put him any older. Marcus stood about 5’8” and weighed in around 180. “You’re all abominations and shouldn’t be allowed to live in this world.” As he said this he pulled the trigger, I felt Marcus pull Magick and knew he was doing something. I immediately turned to dive behind the closest tree. As good as my reflexes were, they were no match for that old man’s speed with a rifle. Jackson worked the lever on the rifle as he swung it towards me; guilt by association I assumed. I was in the air as I felt intense pain in my left shoulder from the back. This being the first time I’d ever been shot, I was unable to focus past the pain to help Marcus.
“Jackson stop now or I stop holding back,” Marcus was back on his feet staring down the older man. “You have no idea what happened or why I left. It happened before you were born, and all you’ve been told are the memories of a bitter man.”
Jackson swung the rifle back at Marcus firing as soon as he was lined up in the sights, “You’ve been too long in the world and it’s time for you to die!!!!!!” he screamed as he worked the lever firing 4 shots in quick succession.
They each stopped about a foot in front of Marcus as though they hit a wall. I felt and saw Marcus throw a crackling bolt of Prime energy itself at Jackson. He screamed and fell to the ground curled in pain as Marcus walked over to him. Marcus tossed Jacksons rifle and pistol away and placed his hand directly on the man’s forehead. I had no idea what Marcus was doing and couldn’t concentrate enough to read the Magick he was performing. A few minutes later Marcus stood up and walked over to me. He placed his hands over the wound on my shoulder and I felt the flow of Magick. The pain ceased immediately, but the shoulder started to itch as I could feel the wound start to close. The itching came for torn flesh and tissue stitching back together. When it was finished even the skin of the surface showed no sign that it had ever been damaged in the first place.
When we stood up and I looked around, Jackson was gone along with his weapons. Marcus looked like he was in pain, his joints were creaking and his movements were slow. I understood then what the Prime energy he threw at Jackson was. It’s one of the first active spells of Prime mages learn. It makes you feel as though all of your bones are rubbing against each other, grinding into dust in the body. Nothing is actually happening except the sensation is excruciating to the subject. Because he actively threw the effect it caused a backlash for Marcus. Marcus would be suffering similar effects as Jackson. Marcus could have avoided the backlash by casting the spell in a way that if blending with reality instead of breaking it. The more seamlessly our spells blended into reality and were acceptable to everyone the less likely or severe the backlash. There are other ways to reduce the likelihood or severity of backlashed but those take time and power to learn. I had known Marcus was a knowledgeable and power Mage, I now knew he was a Master of at least the Sphere of Life to be as old as the conversation hinted at.
“Marcus, how old are you in years, not body,” I asked.
“I’m a little over 80 years old and have been a Mage for more than 60 of them. I told you when we met that most Mages don’t die of old age or natural causes.” He smiled, “It’s up to each mage to learn how to extend their life on their own because there are many ways magic can do so. We aren’t immortal as you just learned the hard way. I had known his family before my change and shared my secret with them after. His father was a friend as kept wanting me to bring his the same kind of power I had, not willing to believe that I couldn’t do so. Mages can’t just be made at will. While a mortal can be awakened to the greater reality, it is rare that this becomes the Awakening of a Mage. When I explained this he accused me of betraying him and his family and tried to kill me. I was forced to stop him and it put him in a wheelchair the rest of his life. I didn’t have the knowledge to repair the damage I’d done. That’s what started my wandering. Now you know my sad tale as I know yours. You’re ready to continue on your journey Andrew, as I need to continue on my way.” With that he handed me a simple card that had a phone number on it, “That is so you can try to get ahold of me if you need to. It’s not a direct line, but a point of contact that I check from time to time. Leave no details, just a way for me to get back to you.”
We left the woods shortly after that and parted way at his home. He took a few bags out to his car and headed north as I did the same and headed to the west. We haven’t seen each other spoken since, the only contact we’ve had were the deposits I made into his accounts from the investments we made together. That was the first encounter I had with hunters, there have been others but Jackson was the only “Witch” hunter. Most hunters I have run into were Vampire hunters. I’ve seen many of them die because they were messing with things beyond their understanding. I’ve also seen groups of hunters that were very well equipped both with knowledge and weapons. These groups are the most dangerous as I’ve seen psychics and hedge wizards and others working with them as I traveled. I had a close call or two in my time travels but have so far as I know remained unidentified to them.
The second call I made was to the realtor to check on the purchase of the land and to get the architects number to schedule an appointment with them. I wanted to get the land purchased and include the mineral rights in the deed. I also wanted to get with the architect as a lot of design went into a Mages home. We needed to have all the usual amenities that every home had, but also needed some space to build a Sanctum. A Sanctum sounds so mysterious and I know you just pictures a dark stone room with an alter and strange symbols carved into the wall, or something similar from literature or movies and while some magic users; hedge wizards and Mages alike; go for that kind of gothic or dramatic look as that’s how they were taught a Sanctum doesn’t need to be that. A sanctum can be as small as a closet however I do prefer a little more space. What takes a sanctum and turns it into a Mage’s Sanctum is the time and power expended to place Wards all around the room. Again, I’m not speaking of carvings or spells written in blood or other such materials, wards are protections from each Sphere imbued into the physical construct. When you have a room properly and powerfully enough warded you can practice all forms of magic in there both coincidental, the blending of magic with accepted reality to hide it from sleepers, to what would be called vulgar magick, spells that break the fabric of accepted reality. A good example of this would be if a mage had to fight in the open and had no choice but to resort to using fire to stop their enemy. While a mage of even moderate power could easily throw a fireball down the street after an enemy everyone who saw it would create such disbelief that the backlash could easily kill the Mage as the spell backfired on them. A smarter mage would look for a way to make it blend into reality to be possible, like as the person was running past a utility box or near to maintenance access, having a gas line burst, engulfing the target in a ball of fire. While unlikely this is more acceptable to the masses and the mage may get away with no backlash at all or one of minimal effect on them. Even when there are no sleepers around outside of a properly warded sanctum, Vulgar spells usually cause some form of backlash as it is the break in reality not just the witnesses that cause this.
The next item on my list was to get registered as a student at UNLV. I was already an Investment Broker and Councilor as a profession, that had nothing to do with taking a couple of classes while here in the city. Students have access to the colleges’ library including any special collections related to the classes they take. As I have said before what a mage can do is limited to the Magick they could draw upon and knowledge of what they were trying to do. You’ll find that if or when Magick becomes acceptable to the general world that most of the Mage’s are students of some kind, always trying to increase their knowledge there by allowing them to cast many more spells based upon that knowledge. I still had to choose other classed, however I chose economics as 1 class as it dealt with my profession in the event anyone did look into my while I’m here in town. More than anything I was hoping to find some other Mages to share knowledge of the city with; it was a long shot but still possible.
The next week flew by as I waited to hear back from Marcus and started my first class. Sindee and I didn’t see each other as much as we did before I moved in and I was missing the time we spent together. Between my classes and meeting with the Architect during the days and her working night shift at the hospital we only saw each other in the early mornings when she got home and sometimes for dinner before she left for her shifts. I know I was getting depressed by this, as I wanted to spend more time with her. I decided to surprise at lunch this evening. I picked up dinner from one of the restaurants I knew she liked and took it in to her at work so we could spend sit and talk. We laughed and talked and all too soon she had to return to work. When I left for the evening, I felt better but all the more urgent about trying to arrange for her to be awakened. I didn’t want to lose her, and while that could still happen, it would if she didn’t know about my world and how to protect herself from it when I wasn’t around. I went back to the house after we finished and pulled out the letter from my brother. I’m not going to go into what was in it other than to say two things. My father was still ok, and it wasn’t good news that could bite me in the ass down the road some. Basically, it was for the most part what I expected as well as something I didn’t. We’ll come back to this in the future, say at the time that it bites me in said ass.
When Sindee got out in the morning it was the start of her weekend. We both decided to get some sleep before going out for the day. We took Sindee’s car and went out to Lake Mead, spent some time on the water with rental jet skis. When we arrived back at her house there was someone sitting on the trunk of my car, mostly hidden in shadows. I told Sindee to pull up along the curb and stay in the car. I hit the power locks as I got out of the car, “If any trouble starts call the police on your phone and drive away.” I closed the door before waiting for a reply. I moved sideways into the yard, putting distance between Sindee and I, yet not moving closer to the person sitting on my car. I called out, “Can I help you with something?”
The figure shifted, sliding of the trunk still standing so that the face was still covered in shadow. I called out again, “If you’re here looking for trouble you’ve chosen the wrong place. It that’s your intention, leave now or else.”
“Strong words from someone so young,” was the reply from our shadowed visitor. There was something familiar about the voice, but I was sure I’d never hear it at the same time. Then the figure stepped out of the shadows into the light, “Is that how you talk to all your old friends when you called them, and they drop what they are doing to come see you.”
The young man that stepped out looked to be around 14 to 16, he had short trim black hair, was about 5’6” and I couldn’t give you weight but he looked healthy, not heavy or muscular but he wasn’t skinny either. I was about to tell him I didn’t know who he was and we weren’t old friends when I noticed his eyes, those I knew. You know how they say the eyes are the window to the soul, in some ways it’s true. A person’s years can be read in their eyes if you know what you’re looking for, additionally, even as your appearance can change though many means, the eyes don’t unless you intentionally cover them. “Marcus!!!” my surprise at his appearance filled my voice at first, “How nice to see you again.”
Marcus laughed at me, “that’s at least a better greeting between old friends. Who’s the young woman in the car, and what does she know?”
“Sindee is the reason I called you as she doesn’t know anything yet.” I turned to wave Sindee into the driveway smiling as I did so to reassure her nothing was wrong. I walked over and opened the car door for her. “Sindee I’d like to introduce you to Marcus, he was a neighbor before I moved her. Marcus, this is obviously Sindee.”
“It’s my pleasure to meet you ma’am,” was Marcus’s statement and he took her hand. His body jerked a little as he had to stop himself from kissing the back of her hand. Something of an old fashioned gesture for someone appearing as young as he did.
Sindee took his hand, “Nice to meet you as well Marcus. Please call me Sindee, ma’am makes me feel like an old lady. So what brings you to Las Vegas?”
Fortunately she was looking at Marcus as I’m the look on my face revealed that I had no idea what to tell her. Marcus on the other hand was apparently better at thinking on his feet this evening as he replied, “I’m getting ready to start classes at UNLV. I’ll be staying in dorm on campus; however the room won’t be ready until tomorrow, fumigation. Andy there had sent me an email when he moved into town and then again when he moved here. I can’t check into a hotel, they won’t allow minors to stay alone even if they graduated high school at 15. I came hoping to ask him to get me a hotel room for the night.”
Thank god for Marcus’s brain and Sindee’s heart because her response. “Nonsense Marcus, you’re staying here tonight, and you’re welcome to stay a few days to visit if you’d like. I’m sure Andy would like the company.” She smiled as she called me Andy, so did Marcus as he knew how I felt about that particular nickname.
“Thank you Sindee, I appreciate that. Tell me how is it you know Andy please.” Marcus picked up his bad from beside my car as we continued the conversation.
The rest of the night passed with Sindee and Marcus getting to know each other. Her relating the tale of how we met and then came back together while Marcus told her, and by extension me, about his current back story shortened to match a 16 year old genius instead of the man he was last time we saw each other. I planned to talk to him at length and find out what happened to him soon. Sindee and Marcus hit it off like old friends, which would make things simpler having him around considering their age differences, both their visually disparate ages and well as the years that separated their actual ages.
We all spent the next day together just hanging out, introduced Marcus to some of Sindee’s friends and got him settled into his dorm room. He wasn’t kidding about setting himself up as a current student at UNLV. I still hadn’t had the time to talk to him about any of the many issues I was juggling at the moment, nor about what happened to him when we left him at the dorm that evening. We were leaving the campus when a feeling passed over me that I can’t properly explain. I know it came from my connection to the Magick but had no idea what it meant. My life was getting to be way to interesting even for me. We drove back to Sindee’s, the whole way that feeling becoming more and more oppressive. It didn’t feel like I was being watched either directly or by Magick as I would have felt that; not being able to identify the feeling was putting my nerves through the wringer to the point that I was unable to keep my face from showing some concern.
“Andrew, you look like someone stepped on your grave. What’s bothering you?”
“I’m not sure, you ever just get one of those feelings that you can’t explain? The kind that you know there’s something wrong or coming but you have no idea what it is?” I replied without thinking. “I just got this sense of something …..” I trailed off as I realized two very important things. First, I was very close to talking of Magick and my gifts with Sindee, and second I remembered when I felt something similar to this; the night it woke me up a little over five years ago.
As I went quiet, Sindee looked over at me and immediately pulled over. She put her hand to my neck checking my pulse, “Andrew, you’re very pale, is everything alright?” I didn’t know how to answer that one, my heart was racing at the thought of losing Sindee like I had most of my family.
I knew my heart had to be racing and I didn’t want Sindee to decide I needed to go to the hospital. I focused on my breathing and slowing my heart down. “I’ll be fine Sindee, just an Anxiety attack for some reason. Let’s just get home, have a glass of wine and relax. You’re the only doctor I want to see tonight.” I was sure about the feeling but didn’t know what it meant. Did it have to do with a new Mage awakening, was it something to do with another attack like back then. My heart rate was starting to pick up again so I looked over into Sindee’s amazing eyes and slowed my breathing. I used her eyes for a focus in meditating, thinking of the time we’ve spent together, the stories she told me of her growing up. My heart slowed and my breathing became normal after a few minutes.
Once I had calmed down Sindee reluctantly agreed to drive back to her house and not the hospital. The feeling faded as we moved closer to the house and I was able to relax more, it was still in the back of my mind but felt more distant. It still concerned me a lot as I didn’t know the meaning behind it. Sindee and I decided to go to bed early, after lying down I feel asleep easily with her in my arms but the sleep was restless. I dreamed of the night I awakened and lost my mother and sisters. Dreams and memory usually fade with time; however one of the Mind Magick spells I used on myself was to improve my memory giving me total recall. A very useful gift in most situations but when you have to relive the worst night of your life in horrifying detail, seeing things that you didn’t process at the time like the blood pooling out on the floor from my father’s skull or the look of pure terror in my mother’s eyes when that man grabbed me by the neck. Every second in the dream felt like an eternity and even though I knew it was a dream I couldn’t wake myself. I finally snapped awake after reliving the entire attack, Sindee was leaning over me looking at me face. She pulled me against her and held me tight after seeing the look of anguish on my face.
I’d not dreamed of that night since shortly after getting out of the hospital that first time. After reliving it in such detail I felt raw and drained, like I went through a wringer. Sindee just continued to hold me and whisper soothingly into my ear that I would be ok, she was here for me. I pulled her tight into me wrapping her tightly in my arms and just let the tension leave me. It had been a half hour before Sindee fell asleep. I already knew I wasn’t going to sleep the rest of the night between the strange sense I’d had earlier in the evening and the nightmare of my Awakening. I got out of bed careful not to wake Sindee. I walked into the other room and got a small case out of my suitcases. The case held what Mages call Foci, object used for focusing our Magick. Mages who belong to the organizations that specialize in different Spheres are trained from the beginning to use Foci. Those Mages are unable to cast spells safely without their Foci, the tradeoff for them was that it made learning to cast easier. I never learned about Foci until after I learned to cast. I kept the Foci in the case for use with certain spells and effects. I looked through the case to the Foci I used for Correspondence, the Sphere related to distance and space. I pulled out the little charm I had given to Jamie and brought with me when I left home. It was a gold infinity loop on a necklace. I had to reasons for giving it to hear, first as I used it for focusing my spells I had a connection that would allow me to find it over great distance. The second and more important reason is the infinity loop was a representation of my feeling toward Sindee. Somehow looking at the Infinity Loop I knew we were meant to be together.
I took the necklace and charm in their little box out of the case and put the case back in my luggage. I looked at the clock and knew Sindee’s alarm would be going off in about another hour. I decided to make her breakfast in bed, I know it’s not a grand romantic gesture but I’ve also come to know it’s the little gestures at the right moments that most women remember with the most fondness. I’m no chef but I can cook, so I made her a nice fluffy omelet with sausage, cheese and salsa. A glass of Orange Juice and the all-important cup of coffee as well as some toast completed the meal. I threw a robe on and quickly snuck out back to pick a rose for the tray. I found a small almost dead rose plant poking over the fence. I pulled a bud that hadn’t bloomed from it and went back into the kitchen. I focused on the flower and my feeling for Sindee into the flower. The dry stem turned from brown back to green and thickened as the Magick gave back the life that the desert had been pulling from it. I slipped the stem into a thin vase allowing the stem to pull in the water. The flower itself started to grow and open revealing a perfect white rose, as the spell came to an end a single petal of the rose turned into a copper red color like Sindee’s hair. I carried the tray in just as her alarm went off. Sindee reached over and hit the switch killing the alarm. She reached over to her side finding the bed empty I heard a mumble that sounded a lot like my name before she sat up in bed and looked around the room.
I walked over to her side of the bed when she looked around and spotted me, “Good morning Beautiful, I thought you deserved to be pampered this morning.”
Her eyes lit up as she changes positions letting me set the tray down in front or her, “Thank you Andrew, you know you didn’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I knew that, and you more than deserve it. Last night was hard, and probably would have been impossible if we weren’t together. I have no idea what I’d do without you. I have something else for you as well.” I pulled the little box with necklace out of my robe pocket and handed it to Sindee, “That was something I gave to Jaime when she was six, I told her that the infinity loop symbolized forever and that was how long I would love my little sister. I love you and want you to want you to know that love is also infinite.” I stopped talking and could see the tears in her green eyes as I said all this.
Sindee lifted the tray off her lap setting it to the side on the bed and stood up, “I love you too, I was afraid to say anything about it because we’ve only really know each other for a few months and didn’t want to scare you away.” She stopped talking and stood on her toes as I leaned down to kiss her. This was a slow gentle kiss, with all the passion and attraction we felt for each other tempered by the emotions we shared. I felt something strange in my connection to the Magick, but it felt right, not like the sensation from the night before. When we broke the kiss, Sindee pulled the necklace out of the box and handed it to me. Reaching back behind her head, she turned to face away from me and moved her long silken hair out of the way so I could put in on her. We sat down on the bed and shared the breakfast I made for her. We both wanted to stay in for the day but Sindee had an early morning staff meeting at the hospital today and I had to meet the architect again to work on the plans. Even being a Mage with an affinity for Time Magick there sometime weren’t enough hours in the day to do what you wanted.
Sindee and I got ready for our days, she had her meeting and lunch with the girls before needing to come home and sleep for work that night. I needed to see the architect then needed to go find Marcus and get the real story of what happened to him. Last item on my list was perhaps the most dangerous. I planned to do a Seeking…..

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Harry Potter Loves You Part 9

Part 9 and there was Three
Harry woke feeling his wives, ‘wives I have two wives‘, he smiled, laying next him, his eyes closed. Hermione snuggled up to him, her leg over his, Ginny on his other side pressing into him, their heads on his chest and shoulder, their breasts against him, he could feel their breaths on his skin, their heart beats, Hermione‘s wetness on his thigh, Ginny’s hand gently holding his erect manhood. He laid there thinking of how his life had turned around it the last years.
First Hermione, found out how Ron had been lying to her all those years, and came to him in her pain, as she always had in the past, it hurt him to see her in pain. He loved her, so he was always there for her, to talk and heal, then she’d go back to Ron. Of course it always tore him apart when she did, he loved her for so long.
The truth of Ron’s deceptions came out and now done with, she left him for good.
He remembers that night, the night she was finally his and he hers. That first kiss, their souls intermixed together in that kiss, the missing part of each heart bound together at last and they both knew they would be together from that moment forward, as it was intended to be. Their first love-making, where they surrendered their bodies in total love to each other, that wondrous night. The next morning when he asked her to marry, as he had wanted to for so long. She said “Yes“, without a moments hesitation. He was no longer alone. ‘God he loved her, his first and eternal love, his heart’
And now Ginny, the one closest to his heart, after Hermione. If there had never been his Hermione, he would have pursued her, and may have anyway, being Hermione was with Ron, but Ron lied to her too, turning her away for him, keeping only their friendship, but that’s over and done with.
He recollects of that night when Hermione mention a threesome. At first he was dismayed that his loving wife, had even mentioned one, His first thoughts, was she tired of him, did she want another man to join them, did she want another man’s child, not his, was she going to leave him, what did I do wrong. It weighted heavily on his mind for days. Although he never showed Hermione his troubled feelings.
After thinking it though Harry finally decided, maybe his love just want to experiment with one, at least he hoped that was all she wanted, after all in the wizarding world multi-marriage partners were acceptable. He did love her so and anything she wanted was fine with him, for she was his heart. Even if she wanted to sleep with another man, he was willing, anything for her.
So he brought it back up. It surprised his wife when he asked “Would you like to try a threesome?”, that first look she gave, Hermione had forgotten she mentioned it weeks before and how she thought at first, the same as he did when she first mentioned it to him. He negated her fears, assuring her he has not nor ever will be tired of her. It surprised her more when he told her, it was totally up to her if they did and with whom. After which he explain that all he ever needed was her and her happiness. If she wanted to do so, he loved her enough for her decide when and with who.
He was more than pleasantly surprised when she said “I was thinking of Ginny.” in truth if he had to chose someone it would have been Ginny, he did love her, after Hermione. He recalled Hermione saying ”Actually I was seriously considering her. She’s always loved you, you know, and she definitely has the experience. And… she did ask once “if I shared“…” She love Ginny too and had several experiences with her back at Hogwarts and now she was ready to share her husband with her best friend.
So they invited her to dinner and ask, she was more than pleased to join them and she did a few days later. It was glorious, you could almost see the love radiating off the three of them that night. Next day Hermione asked him if he would like to have Ginny join them again and often. She also told him how she heard Ginny quietly wished to herself that she had something like our loving togetherness that night. The look on Hermione’s face, was so heart warming when he said only if she wished and if so they should make it permanent. Later the slight teasing and the look on Ginny’s face as he did, then when they ask her to marry them, she screamed YES and covered them in kisses, that was less than a month ago, now the three were married, yesterday.
Now their a family, the three of them, he could not be happier, and Ginny wants five children. Hermione only wants three for sure, maybe more. And Harry hoped to start expanding their family soon, unbeknown to him Hermione canceled her contraceptive charm the night they ask Ginny to join them in a threesome. Wanting to give her husband the third gift dearest to his heart, their child.
.
Harry laid there holding his loves in pure happiness and joy. The universe was in harmony.
Ginny woke first, still holding onto Harry, they kissed, she nibbled his ear and whispered “I want to taste my husband”, kissed him again and moved down to his rock solid member and began kissing and lovingly nursing on it, caressing what not in her mouth. Harry gasped, waking Hermione, she looked down and smiled ‘hungry are we’ then turned her lips to Harry and began trying to tickle his tonsils. Ginny’s slow manipulation of his penis was almost excruciating wonderful, he thankful let loose the flood of semen, that had built up. She drank the first wave of his nectar, wanting, needed every drop. He groaned into Hermione mouth. The others Ginny held in her mouth as she slowly wanked him. When he spurt the last. She rose and pulled Hermione from Harry and kissed her, surprising Hermione as Ginny shared their husband’s morning gift. Harry watched the sexy battle of his wives oral blending, Ginny was still slowly stroking him, he never soften. As his loves separated, each relishing the taste of their husband, Ginny gently pulled on Hermione, she understood and moved over Harry and lower. Ginny guided their husband into their wife.
Upon the third blissful orgasm, Hermione clamped down on Harry , pushing him over the top and he filled her with his life giving cream. As Hermione rode Harry, Ginny would kiss her then Harry, sometimes on the lips, sometimes their nipples, sometimes Hermione clit, at times she would lick their joining, a few times she kissed Hermione’s butt cheek as Hermione and Harry kissed. The angle she was at allowed Harry to reach Ginny’s fanny and his fingers made love to her. They all climaxed together. Hermione laid down on her love and the kissed, Ginny joined a few moments later into a three way kiss, then whispered into Hermione ear. Hermione rolled off Harry and laid beside him, Ginny slid over Harry and moved into a sixty-nine with Hermione. Hermione found Harry and pulled him towards her head. Harry realizing what they wanted, moved into position, Ginny raised her hips slightly allowing Hermione to guide Harry into Ginny hot wetness, he slid in fully slowly as Hermione lick them both.
He made sweet slow love to Ginny, never rushing, holding her to prevent her from rushing. Hermione bathing them with her tongue as Ginny matched Harry and slowly devoured Hermione. Both of Harry’s wives orgasned several times, before he unleashed a wave of hot sperm into Ginny womb. As their love mixture slipped out around Harry’s slow pile driving cock Hermione lapped at it, not missing a drop. He pulled from her and watched his first wife, his first love continued oral loving his second wife. He just sat and watched them love each other. His heart, his loves, loving the other. He was truly blessed to had them, his family.
Harry slipped out of bed and walked into the bath, started the shower stepping inside, he liked his magical shower that always had the correct temperature for as long as he needed. Back in the muggle world he knew, you have to adjust and if you stayed too long it got cold. He was standing there enjoying the hot water caressing his body, his eyes closed, letting the kinks melt away. He reached for the soap and found a breast in the way, opening his eyes as he fondled the soft mound to see Hermione’s face approach his, their lips met, he could taste Ginny as they kissed at first, then just her. That enchanting taste of Hermione’s lips that he loved so much, the words of love without any words spoken. He felt Ginny move in behind him, her hard nipples slid across his back and the soft whisper “I love you Harry” and then a loving nip of his ear lobe. He moved one arm around Hermione and one back around Ginny and pulled them tightly to him as he hugged his loves.
After washing each other quite thoroughly, they emerged from the shower, dried and dressed. And headed for breakfast.
Hermione checked her parents room first, she stuck her head thru the veil with her eyes closed, just in time to hear the sound s of love-making and her mother scream “Richa”. she quickly pulled her head back ‘oops’
With a satisfying grin on her face, she looked at Harry and Gunny standing there waiting her, wide grins appeared on their faces. You could almost hear Hermione say oh will you two behave as she looked at her loves, She motion them to go on. She waited a few minutes and stuck her head in again, this time only after-bliss kissing. “Mom Dad we’re going down for breakfast” and turned and walked downstairs to join Harry and Ginny in the breakfast nook.
“Your parents”
“Ah.. Just finishing up be down shortly I image”
“Just finish my, my”
“Behave don’t embarrass them”
“I won’t say a word”
“And that goes for you too Ginny”
“oh Ok,”
The Grangers came down about fifteen minutes later.
“Bout time you sleepyheads crawled out of bed”
“oh yes comfortable bed”
“and quiet too”
mom Granger blushed “huh Yes”
Richard said “food looks good I’m famished”
“yea me too” Harry added
As they were sitting, eating and talking, an owl flew in, with a copy of The Witches Secret, which surprised everyone. No one here reads that rag. After casting a Specialis Revelio spell checking for hexes and such, Harry gave the owl a piece of bacon, unrolled the paper and read the note attached, “thought you would enjoy this” and then read the paper
Harry Potter Takes Second
By Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter the destroyer of the Dark Lord, took second yesterday, a second wife that is, He and Hermione Potter nee Granger, yesterday were observed at the Ottery St Catchpole Chapel, marring his old school sweetheart, Miss Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley in a unannounced and hurried wedding. Family and close friends only in attendance of the double ceremony. First in the Ancient Magical Feudalism tradition, then in their own declaration of their love for one another, which was quite lovely. This was no surprise to this reporter, after watching their openly friendliness for each other, first at the Holyhead Harpies’ Quidditch Youth Day Program, which the now Ginny Potter is/was a seeker for the Harpies, of their visits to Gringotts, shopping and dining in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and London. Not to mention the late night nude excursions. I only wonder that Mr. Potter did or said to Ms Hermione to accept Ms Weasley as second wife. After all Ms Hermione is known for her over possessiveness nature according to her old classmate and friends.
What surprised this reporter however at first, was the absence of Ronald Weasley, Ms Ginny brother and Harry’s life-time friend, who fought beside Mr. Potter in the elimination of He-who-wasn’t-named and was the best man at Harry and Hermione’s wedding, although sources told this reporter that the Harry/Hermione Potter wedding surprised everyone, due to Ms Hermione had been living with Mr. Weasley, her school sweetheart, for years to just shortly prior to the wedding to Mr. Potter. Makes one wonder doesn’t it and Mr. Potter is anything but poor.
And then the now Ginny Potter nee Weasley moved out of her flat shortly after the Holyhead Harpies’ Quidditch Youth Day Program last month, where she had pulled the Potters on to the field to entertained the kids present, she moved to an undisclosed location. One can only guess where, after all The Potter’s home is under Fidelius. Hum… Could Mr. Weasley be upset with his old friend, his years old girlfriend and sister or is there more… Mr. Weasley couldn’t not be located to answer questions. The Cannons, who he plays for as keeper have no idea where’s he at, owls deliver messages with no reply. Lord Neville Longbottom who attended the wedding just says “no comment“ and appeared to be hiding something, Anna Symilt, Lord Longbottoms date, said “it was a lovely ceremony and Harry couldn‘t wait to get Ginny home, to bed“.
I image the Harpies are rather upset as their star seeker, the now Ginevra “Ginny” Potter will be taking a much needed maternity leave, as I sure Mr. Potter has been stuffing the pudding jar, for some time now and everyone knows Quidditch is a rough sport and is unhealthy for fetuses. I can only speculate how Ms Hermione Potter is dealing with her husband’s second wife beating her to motherhood.
Pictures of pages 2,3, 7, 10, 12 & nude get togethers 14.
Copy of the vow on page 4
They were old pictures with some new ones mixed in, which were taken outside the Chapel as they entered and exited along with some of the insides of an empty Chapel and a definite fake photo of the ceremony. Anyone who had been in Ottery St Catchpole Chapel, knew the chapel photos was of the different Chapel. And then the pictures of Harry and Ginny without Hermione, but if you paid attention you could tell they were deliberated taken at angles to prevent Hermione being seen, weather she was there or not.
The nude pictures were fuzzy, dark and mostly of the backs of someone, with the clear, everyone can tell fake, head shots of Harry and Ginny. One showed four men and one female very dark, nude silhouettes and shagging, another with Harry‘s brighten face and five nude women silhouettes. The photos of meals together that only showed Harry and Ginny, but showed three place settings, the one showing Harry kissing Ginny did show Hermione’s hand, the ring was unmistakable. there were even a couple of chopped old pictures spliced together to show something that wasn’t.
Their wedding vow she had word for word.
Heedless to say everyone was pissed. The Grangers was the main reason Rita was not boiling in oil, hexes into oblivion or worst. They managed to calm Hermione down who in turn calmed Harry down, as the Grangers calmed Ginny down.
Breakfast was over.
About half an hour later or so and a relative calmness prevailed, Ginny received an owl for the Harpies asking her to come in for a meeting with the general manager and to dress nice, there was to be a press conference after the meeting. Hermione suggested she reply that she’ll be in tomorrow afternoon, cause in her present state, she may say something she didn’t meant to, Harry agreed and said they should have an interview with Harry’s solicitors, a reporter from the Prophet and Quibbler, before Ginny’s meeting. Harry stated “I’m going to nail that bitch’s arse to the wall”. Mrs. Granger explained to Ginny it was a muggle term, Harry was going to sue the Witches Secret and Rita for calumny and some of the pictures were her downfall, he was going to ruin her“..
Harry added “And God forbid if I see a beetle anywhere“.
Hermione said she was going to take Mom and Dad home, Harry quickly added we’re, Ginny and I are coming with you, that bitch may have your parents home under surveillance and looking to interview them, to attempt to get arise from them with her version of the truth and that damn quill of hers. After a few minutes Harry being Harry and wouldn‘t give in a nanometer, they agreed. Only to let Harry check the house and garden for weird flying beetles.
They arrived safely no beetles or snoops. While Harry and Ginny checked everything, Mrs. Granger and Hermione saying they be back later, mom needed a few things from the market and they drove to the chemist. Paid for an early home test kit and Hermione used the loo in the store. Didn’t want Harry to see the kit.
If someone who knew the Grangers walked in they would have been wondering what, Hermione and her mum were standing there by the loo door looking at something in her hand so intensely. Slowly the stick turned positive, Hermione yelp, her smiling mother hugged her pregnant happy crying daughter, crying herself. If Mama Granger hadn’t been there Hermione may have floated thru the store, literally.
Just so happen one of Hermione old grade school mates walked in, seeing Hermione walked up
“Hi Hermione how’s it going haven’t seen around lately”
“Oh Hello Mary Beth, yes it’s been awhile, I got married almost two ago to the sweetest, best most wonderful man in the world.” she was still crying smiling.
“Oh lucky you I just recently divorced the louse I married… you remember Jimmy Franks.. what’s wrong then, you’re crying”
“Oh I’m so happy I’m Pregnant” and stuck the stick towards Mary Beth.
“Congratulation s, your first, I guess, I’ve got two girls, their with their Gran. Who’d you marry that Ron fellow, I saw you with.”
“No no definitely not that arse, thank God. I married the boy from school the one I wanted for years Harry Potter, Harry James Potter the man of my dreams, my soul mate.”
“huh from school huh If you.. he was all that why the Ron guy,”
“Oh it’s a long story, just say I was tricked and lied to, but I discovered the truth, before it got too late thanks the heavens above and now I‘m Mrs. Harry Potter, the future mother of Harry‘s children.”
“Oh ok, what’s this Harry do”
“oh what ever he wants, he’s rather well off”
“oh good for you got a loaded one… If you don’t mind, how were you tricked”
“It’s a long story, got a couple of hours” hoping she doesn’t.
“Oh huh no, maybe some other time.. see you, need to get some medicine for Sally, my youngest, later, call me I‘m back home with my parents” and she walked off.
“God I’m glad she didn’t have the time, I rather not talk about it”
“Er Hermione dear”
“Yes mom”
“Something you never told me about isn‘t there, I mean I’m glad you woke-up and finally connected with Harry, we’ve known for years Harry loved you, even though Ron said he did, there was just something about him I didn’t like, but you seemed happy so we left it alone your father and I“.
“You… you knew Harry loved me”
“Yes of course dear one look in his eyes as he watched you told me that, years ago, I though you knew”
She just looked at her mother in awe.
“We were so happy when you brought Harry home and you told us he asked and you said yes, you remember dad nearly shook his arm off”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier”
“You had seemed to had your mind made up that Ron was the one, so we tried to accept it, well everything worked out for the best… now lets go see Doctor Milford, shall we”
As they left the chemist and sat in the car, mom tuned to Hermione, “when you going to tell Harry he’s to be a father”
“I don’t know, I’d like to see Poppy first she can tell what sex and if he or she is healthy, she should be back in a couple of days”
“Doctor Milfords is just around the corner, lets see if he can squeeze you in and give you a check-up for your mother sake, ok”
“Ok mom” Hermione knew auguring wouldn’t help.
The Doctor had a easy day and could see Hermione. Mrs. Granger left her there and went to the market to pick-up a few items. After the examinations and blood work Doctor Milford said every thing seemed fine and apparently Hermione was near three weeks into her first trimester.
Old Doc Milford said to Mrs. Granger, when she walked back in to pick-up her daughter “Hermione in excellent condition and I can’t see any problems at this time, she about three weeks pregnant and I’d like to see her in a month or so, sooner if you feel and pain little lady, you certainly grown into a lovely young woman, this Potter must be doing something right, I‘ve never seen you so happy… hum Potter, Potter, Harry Potter don‘t remember any Harry Potter, live around here, no“
“No I met him in school he’s from Little Whinging “
“Harry Potter humm Potter seem to remember a Potter, oh what was his name huh… James Potter or was it Jamie, no it was James, years ago, before you were even born., weird young fellow about twenty came in. I only remember him caused he came in and said he needed a cat can, told him there wasn’t one, he meant a Cat Scan, couldn’t talk him out of it, the results were puzzling, he vanished before I got the them back. Kept them, they were all wrong.”
Hermione looked at him dazed like “Harry’s father’s name was James, he died on Halloween of 81”
“Could be him, died from what, do you know”
“He was murdered by… a.. burglar, him and his wife Harry‘s mother”
“Oh sorry to hear… Oh bring Harry in with next time if you don’t mind, I like to talk to all expecting fathers, clue them in on the do’s and don’ts of pregnancy”
“Oh ok Doctor Milford, bye” ‘Harry’s father had a cat scan???’
Next morning the Potters walked into Harry’s solicitor’s office and explained the problem with the Witches Secret and Rita Skeeter and he wants to ruin her. They contact the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler and ask for a reporter to come to their office as soon as possible. When all were present and after they put up an anti-beetle shield and sweep the room, Harry explained about the pictures and the falsehoods of the story. They talked of the wedding, no Ginny is not pregnant and they have a meeting with the team general manger shortly, Harry’s solicitor would be present for that meeting too. The solicitor loved the picture of Hermione’s ring. Both the Prophet and Quibbler photographers took pictures and explained that the Secrets pictures were bad fakes, and intently were misleading, suggested they contact the MLE and have their people examine them. The solicitor had his secretary contact the Magic Law Enforcement office.
Harry answered when asked why they married Ginny, “The three of us having loved each other for years finally decided we want to be together for the rest of our lives, we‘ve known each other since second year, we were even in the same house at school. We didn‘t want to appear to be sneaking around or such, so Hermione and I talked and decided together to ask Ginny if she wanted to become part of our family. She happily accepted.”
“As for Hermione living with Ron, that’s between Hermione and Ron, it ended on a bad note, he hurt her and when Hermione came… well crying as she done many times before, to her best friend, the one she’s had all thru school and afterwards, we discovered we were soul-mates… I, I was holding, her comforting her as she cried… and I’m not sure why but I leaned down to give her a light friendly kiss, she tuned slightly and when our lips met, the love exploded, our souls leaped from one to the other and we knew we were meant to be together. It may have been rather quick to some after she had left Ron, but we knew we loved each other completely right then and there, that night I ask her to marry me and she accepted.”
“We not ashamed of any thing we have done, my only regret is I was an idiot and didn’t kissed her lips back in school.”
Hermione beamed at her husband.
“However the lies of Ms Skeeter need… She, she more or less called my wives huh you know loose women, some thing…insulting them… and I won’t stand for it… hell I’m not sure what can be done to prevent her from hurting others also I just want her stopped, I really don‘t want to sue for an money, but that seems to be want it takes to make some people listen, so any and all monies I, we are awarded minus expenses and fees will be donated to Hogwarts.”
The MLE forensic specialist arrived and was shown into the meeting room. His first statement was shocking.
“Wondered how long it take for you to call, these pictures in the paper are so fake it screams, there’s something else behind them, I mean does Ms Skeeter really think she can get away with something like this crap.”
“Oh it’s some sort of a trap or what, but how what… tell you what, no money is to be asked for”
“Unless that’s the trap” Hermione said
“Huh”
“Rita knows Harry, she been haunting him for years, and knows he doesn’t need or want any monies, that he didn’t earn. She may figured this was an opportunity to get back at Harry and promoting herself to higher gossip stature. After all once it’s there it can never be truly erased. And the more you yell I didn’t the more people think you did.”
“So what do we do”
“Ask the Quibbler to print it story showing it’s findings and comments of the pictures, answer a few questions, let the Harpies straighten out Ginny job and sleeping habits, next week have the Prophet print a story following up the Quibbler’s story, and allow the MLE to make their investigations and peruse any legal actions, no hint of suing, if ask just state something like you believe that rubbish, I thought of you better than that“.
“Don’t say she lied, that’ll ruin everything, when asked about the pictures, just say you must have seen more that I did or you didn’t see the whole picture.”
“Do nothing”
“Yes my love do nothing, it’ll scare the shit out of Rita”
“She right you know, smart lady you have”
“So she gets away with calling…”
“No, just laying the snare, then later we’ll crush her”
“Ok then”
“Harry, Lady Ginny Lady Hermione lets go have a talk with the Harpies, shall we”
The Harpies meeting went better than Harry expected. The General Manager ask one question “Ginny are you pregnant”
“No need, you say you’re not, that’s good enough for me, oh it Potter now isn‘t it, you need to change you paperwork to show you’re married and I will need to know when you plan to start having children, just please give me enough time to train-up Sarha or find a replacement, or Glynnis gets back in shape,” looking hopeful.
“what are you going to do about Ms Skeeter story, I know I would ring her neck, if she said that about my wife”
“My first thought wasn’t ringing her neck, more like dissolving her body from the feet up, slowly very slowly, after I ripped her lying tongue out and nailing to the Secret’s front door and shoving that damn quill of hers up her arse” in a tone that sent chills thru everyone.
Hermione looked at Harry in totally disbelief ‘Do what’ and she wasn’t the only one in the room, you could feel the ‘oh shit, never let me get on Harry’s bad side’
“Harry”
“Yes love”
“Calm down”
“I’m calm, dear”
“Harry”
“Yes my love”
“Kiss me”
“Yes my love”
And he did.
Ginny stepped up “And me”
“Yes my lov..”
The coach asked the General Manager later “Did you get the feeling the only reason Rita is walking around is due to those two Ladies”
“Yes and I wouldn’t advise making neither of them angry or hurt one, might be just the last thing you ever do, hell I nearly pissed my pants when he said what he wanted to do, that tone….”
The press conference, went brilliantly, the Quibbler even had a mediwitch to confirm Ginny lack of pending motherhood, which shut up the Witches Secret reporter, rather quickly, he tried to bring up topics from Rita’s story but was cut off by the Harpies Press Agent, “this interview was about the Harpies as a team not Lady Potter marriage or family life and was told if he couldn‘t remain on track he could leave” All in all the conference was good and tore holes in Rita‘s story, in fact the night of the so called outdoor sex orgy, the team was out of town and playing, at the time, the pictures showed the Harpies scoreboard with time and date in the background. The coach even said “Damn all that fun and we weren‘t even here.” which got a laugh from everyone, except Harry, who only smiled.
The Daily Prophet next morning.
Lady Potter Still Flies
Yesterday in a called press conference by the Holyhead Harpies, the Lady Ginevra “Ginny” Potter nee Weasley laid arrest to the claim that she was expecting. Yes there are many men and boys alike sadden knowing the vibratious Redhead Seeker Ginny Weasley is off the eligibility list. A fellow paper brought in a mediwitch to examined Lady Potter and she’s not pregnant, much to the delight of the Harpies. The Harpies General Manager Geogere Jilhamer said he asked her earlier, she said she wasn’t and that was good enough for him. However Lady Potter graciously allowed the mediwitch to check her, in front of the press and the test was negative. Making this reporter wonder What Ms Skeeter has been drinking lately. Honest reporters always stride to be correct in their reporting, after all our words is our life and honor and most so-call investigative rag reporters have some truth. Well she did spell their name correctly and according to a source the wedding vows was word for word.
Lord Potter sat quietly with Lady Hermione Potter and reframed from answering questions, All he said was “this is a team press conference and I’m just here with my lovely wives enjoying the day, later we have a night on the town planned, I only hope if any photographers that may be taking any pictures, manage to get all three of us in the picture this time, after all Hermione is just a beautiful and sexy as Ginny and I love them both. I‘m the luckiest wizard alive to have them.”
Needless to say it went all down hill for Rita Skeeter. She tried to catch Ginny or Hermione alone, but couldn’t. Harry wouldn’t say a word, she had a photographer hidden in attempt to catch Harry in a fit of rage or anger, nothing, as she attempted to rile him. Harry just smiled that smile that placed fear in all who knew him. That blood curling smile, that said be fearful, and watch your arse.
Rita was getting worried, her plans weren’t working. A mad, raving Harry Potter sold papers, a docile, happy Harry didn’t and did not cover her “exaggerations of the truth” as she put it. She needed to do something to make Harry publicly angry, but what.
She decided to slap him in front of witness of her choosing and claim her insulted her. She had her photographer ready and a couple of so call friends she kept around. In the area, she knew Harry would be at, the HolyHead pitch and had some friends separate Harry from his wives for just a moment, that all she needed.
Everything worked perfectly the wives were blocked, she stepped up and slapped him, the picture was taken, ‘it worked’ suddenly the camera was confiscated by an Auror and an female Auror stepped up to Rita placing a bracelet on her wrist and politely said “Miss Skeeter you will come with me, Lord Potter you will be called upon to bear witness”
“Miss Rita Skeeter you are under arrest for assault on the personage of a noble” She tried to apparate and couldn’t, she attempted her animagus form, but couldn’t. she began “yelling entrapment”, before the Auror silenced her. Harry just smiled, Hermione and Ginny reaching him kissed the slap mark.
“I’m hungry let’s eat, London or Cauldrom”
“London dear Butlers Wharf’s ok” Hermione asked,
Harry just nodded, grinning that Harry grin, that she loved

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Fantasy

A Moment In A Storm

Yeah, yeah, cheesy title, cheesy descriptions, corny dialog. Don’t sue me for sounding like an 18th century novel.

Fiction

My American Virgin part 2

We walked for an hour. It was beautiful; the moon reflected off the ocean and the empty sand created a romantic setting. We talked the whole time. I told Paula that I wished I had met her years ago; that she was everything I wished for in a girlfriend.
Paula shyly asked, “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”
“No,” I answered.
“Well don’t feel bad,” she replied, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. “Joe,” she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, “Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?”
She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. “Paula, there aren’t any people out here—I only came to California to see you.”
Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her face. She whispered, “Hold me.”
Her arms went around my neck and her face leaned against my chest. My hands circled her back and gently pulled her body against me.
We stood that way for several minutes. The hug was not sensual like the highly erotic one we had on the dance floor, but I knew it was much more meaningful. At this moment we both knew our relationship had just changed to a much higher and personal level.
We finally pulled away from each other although I kept my hands around her waist. She smiled at me in a way that said many words not spoken; I kissed her lightly on the lips, and then we started walking again in comfortable silence.
Five minutes later I stopped and looked at her. She smiled and I kissed her. We clung together for long minutes, and then started walking again.
Paula finally said, “I have an eight o’clock and ten o’clock class tomorrow, so I won’t be able to pick you up until about twelve.”
“That’s fine.”
She continued, “We’ve been invited to a party tomorrow afternoon. Pam is graduating from Windy Hills and she’s older than me, but she has been a very good friend. She invited us to a house party in the mountains if you want to go?”
“That sounds great.”
“I have to warn you,” Paula continued, “Pam has been really good to me and she is a great person, but her crowd is a little wild. I’m not sure what kind of party this is.”
We had reached the hotel and as I turned to Paula I said, “We’ll have to go with the crowd and if it’s too much for us, we’ll back off.”
I kissed her good night in front of my motel room door and our tongues played with each other for long minutes. Finally the kisses ended and she got into her car to go home. I stood not moving and watched her car turn and disappear into the night. I wished she had stayed.
The next day I waited outside the door as Paula arrived. She smiled at me and said, “Get in. We’re going to Pam’s house and she’ll drive us to the party.”
I looked at Paula. The first two days she wore a blouse and a skirt, but today she was wearing a conservative halter-top and shorts. I could see about eight inches of her flat stomach and her broad, tanned shoulders were naked. Her legs were slim and tan.
She looked at me expectantly; I leaned over and kissed her.
I said, “I really like your outfit.”
She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing.
Ten minutes later we parked at the curb and went up to Pam’s house. I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl opened the door, looked at me and said, “So you are Paula’s secret lover.”
“Pam!” said Paula, “don’t be a shit.”
Completely unembarrassed, Pam said, “Well you are passionately in love with him, aren’t you?”
Paula blushed violently and said nothing. She realized that she wouldn’t be able to out talk Pam.
Pam said, “My boyfriend is in the kitchen. We have tons of food; as soon as we load the car we can head to the mountain house.”
I said, “Whoever owns the house is really nice to let us use it.”
Pam hesitated a second and then, “Well actually, it’s my folks second house. They let me use it for parties as long as the parties aren’t too wild.”
We went back to the kitchen and I was introduced to her boyfriend Dave. He was at least six feet-four inches tall compared to Pam’s five-foot five-inch body.
We packed the car and drove into the California foothills. It was about a twenty-minute drive up winding roads. We pulled into a long driveway and parked in front of a moderate house—probably three bedrooms or so. Behind the house, however, was a large deck and swimming pool. Shortly afterward others started to arrive. There were about eight couples that finally showed up.
Everyone changed into their swimming suits in the house and the water games started. Water volleyball was obviously the big game here. Paula had changed into a conservative two-piece bathing suit, but showing more skin that her clothes. Her stomach was really flat, but it was her slim legs and tight ass that were erotic to view. She seemed embarrassed at first when she caught me looking at her, but then beamed when I said, “I’m sorry Paula. I can’t keep my eyes off of you; you’re just really pretty.”
We played all afternoon. There were ice chests of beer and the consumption rate was at a good college standard. Paula had a few beers and whispered to me, “This is the most I ever drank.”
The water games finally ended and Pam said we should change back to our clothes as they started up the barbecue—hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad.
Everyone ate a lot, and we moved into the family room of the house. The beer consumption continued, but it was mitigated by the huge consumption of food that we had eaten. Everyone was having fun. Finally, someone yelled to Pam, “What games are we going to play tonight?”
Pam sighed and said, “I forgot to bring them.”
The crowd started booing when Pam slyly looked up and said, “Well I did bring one board game.”
Someone asked, “What’s the name of it?”
“Getting To Know You,” replied Pam.
“How do you play it?” another party goer asked.
“It’s easy,” replied Pam. “You roll the dice and land on a square. The square is either a “have your partner take off one article of your clothing square,” or it’s an action square where you draw a card and do what it says. You only do it with your date and we will only play level one.”
She grinned lewdly and said, “You don’t want to go to level two guys.”
Pam looked at Paula and saw she was blushing. Pam said, “Just to be very clear, you can absolutely quit at any time and we won’t make fun of you. This is to have fun; we don’t want to embarrass anyone.”
Paula looked at me. I said, “Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”
She thought and said, “Let’s start playing and see.”
The game began; it really was a silly little college game. People threw the dice and moved to their square. My first turn had me landing on an action square. The card said, “Kiss your partner for two minutes.”
Paula was embarrassed as she stood up, but once we started kissing she relaxed and seemed to enjoy it. Right at the end of the kiss, I gave her some tongue.
Pam yelled in a teasing voice, “Just good friends…NOT!”
Paula’s first turn was to have her partner take off a piece of her clothing. I took off her shoes and tickled the soles of her feet as she giggled.
The game continued and more clothes were taken off and more sexual commands were given on the action cards.
Paula lost another article of clothing. It was going to be her halter top or shorts. She looked nervous, but let me take off her top. Her full breasts stretched against her light bra and her nipples obviously were hard as they pushed against the material. She blushed, but then smiled when I raised both hands indicating a perfect score of ten.
One girl lost her shorts and then her bra. The players were quiet when her breasts sprung free and then they cheered as she jiggled them. Pam finally lost her bra. Her breasts were very large and sagged when the supporting bra was removed. She put her hands behind her head and turned around showing everyone—she really was an exhibitionist.
Another guy was down to just his shorts. The game was getting serious.
Finally it was Paula’s turn again and she landed on a take off an article of clothing. She was down to her bra and panties. I saw her blushing violently as she stood up. She looked at me in anguish. I glanced at Pam and she nodded at me. I said, “I think it’s time for Paula and I to quit this game; it was fun, but you guys are too experienced.”
Paula gave me a smile of relief and sat down next to me. She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”
She grabbed my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her breasts, still covered by her bra, pressed into me.
The game continued but it was close to the end. Pam drew an action card and said, “Shit.”
Someone said, “Read the card Pam.”
Pam read, “Have your partner finger you under your panties until you come.”
Her boyfriend started laughing as he gasped, “Poetic justice Pam. It is your game. Get your little butt over here.”
Blushing violently she sat on her boyfriend’s lap with her legs on the outside of his. He pulled her back so she leaned against him as his hands went under the elastic of her panties and started to tease her slit. Pam had her eyes closed in embarrassment, but minutes later we heard a groan. She got more and more aroused and suddenly convulsed as her hips thrust up against his fingers. Her spasms continued for thirty seconds or so and then she was quiet.
Paula had been watching closely and when Pam climaxed, I felt her squeeze my arm in excitement. I didn’t blame her—I was hard and a circle of pre-cum had spotted my shorts.
Pam’s boyfriend was laughing and said, “I guess we better call that the end of the game.”
He helped Pam to her feet. Pam looked at Paula and sheepishly said, “I guess I should have quit when you did.”
It was obvious that the party was coming to a close. Pam came up to me and said, “Why don’t you take Paula for a walk. I have to clean up or my folks will kill me. When we’re ready to leave, we’ll blow the car horn.”
I nodded and took Paula’s hand as we headed to the walking trail that Pam had pointed out. At first we said nothing; we were replaying what we just seen.
Finally Paula asked, “Do you think I’m a chicken?”
“Of course not,” I answered. “I’ve never played a game like and it got to me too.”
Paula stopped walking and faced me. “You don’t understand. I think I could play that game, but that’s not why I wanted to stop. No one has ever seen my breasts and I wanted you to be the first one—not fourteen other people.”
The intensity of her stare and the emotion of her statement got to me. I pulled her into me and whispered, “What a wonderful thing to say to me.”
Her hands pushed against my chest as she stepped back. She looked into my eyes and started and reached behind to unbutton her halter top. As it fell to the ground she undid her bra. It also fell to the ground and she stood naked above the waist facing me. Her breasts jutted out without sagging. Her dark areolas circled her very hard nipples. She stood with her hands at her sides awaiting my judgment.
“They’re beautiful, “I whispered. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
I asked, “Can I touch them?”
She giggled nervously, “If you don’t I’ll kill myself.”
We came together and I cupped her breasts and gently caressed them. She whispered, “They won’t break honey.”
I squeezed harder and then leaned over and licked her breasts and areolas, and then her nipples. She gasped.
A car horn sounded in the distance.
“Shit,” she wailed in frustration.
She quickly dressed herself and we headed back to the house. Pam met us and said, “This is the last of us. For some reason my show got a few couples horny and they took off so eight of us have to squeeze in my car. The girls have to sit on the guys.
I slipped into the car and Paula followed and sat on my lap. She wiggled her butt to tease me. Two other couples piled into the back seat. I put my arms around Paula holding her bare stomach. As we started down the hill in the darkness, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. For the twenty minutes to Pam’s house, I teased her breasts.
We arrived at Pam’s, thanked her, and drove back to the motel. At the motel we stood against Paula’s car and kissed. She said, “It’s late and I didn’t tell Gran I would be late so she will be worried. I’ve got to go. Tomorrow is Gran’s special day; we clean the house, I drive her to get her hair done, and then we go food shopping for the week. I should be here by four o’clock. Is that all right with you?”
“Of course,” I answered.
She then looked at me turning serious. She asked, “Do you know what the biggest contradiction in the world is?”
I was confused. “No.”
She stared at me and answered, “How about a virgin on the pill?”
I answered quietly. “I’m a virgin too. When…?”
“When I knew you were coming…just in case…I thought it might be a smart thing to do. I didn’t know what would happen, but you are my best friend and…”
I stopped her talking with a long kiss. She pulled me into her and I knew she could feel my erection. Finally she stepped away from me and wailed, “I don’t want to leave you.”
I said, “Go home and take care of Gran. I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”
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