Harry Potter: The Colour of Magyck
Harry lay back in the thick, fragrant grass, twirling his magic wand the way a drummer of a band would often do. He smiled at this thought. "Yeah, I'm in a band all right…" He mumbled to himself.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably next to him, chewing on some snacks. Every time they made love, it seemed as if Harry got carried away with his fantasies of power. She knew that he was powerful, but the Harry always flaunted. "God damn my man." She thought to herself. If only she had remained loyal to Ron, she would never have gotten herself into such a bad place. They were in a field and they were not wearing any clothes. Granted, they were older now, much older. Snape had died, Dumbledore had died, even Luna was now amongst the dead/dying. This was 36 years into the future, and time was beginning to show in the two magicians' nude, withered bodies. No longer did they possess beautiful bodies with hairless curves. They were old, and my God how they were tired… Hermione wished that she could remember the youth spell that her uncle taught her. It didn't arrive in her brain. Her memory wasn't as sharp these days. She pursed her lips and quietly brought another snack to her lips.
Harry laughed quietly to himself as he replayed the words to the Erection Spell that he had recently learned. Since memorizing those amazing chants, he had made love to 12 different Muggles and Magicians. 12 of each type. He showed no sign of getting tired. This spell was more powerful than anything that he had ever known. Hermione has no idea that he is using this erection spell, for she thinks he is getting them naturally. Of course, this was Harry's little secret. He wanted to tell another. Waving the wand over his discoloured crotch, he began whispering the magic words. Sparks came out of his wand. His dick began to Grow.
Hermione finished the last of the snacks and smacked her lips. It was time for another "session." Harry thought he was truly pulling magic wool over her eyes. But he was forgetting one thing. She was a magician too. As she watched harry make the boner spell, she smiled to herself. "So we're not playing by nature's rules, are we?" Her thoughts began to dance and think of Haggerd and the spell that He had taught to Her. As Harry closed his eyes and played puppet master with his resurrecting cock she began to cast the wonderful spell of her own: Wet (level 1).