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The scarlet engine pumped out a plume of steam when it started to pull away from its platform. Carrying its precious cargo towards the premier magical school of Great Britain, all of Europe if you talked to the right people. The boarding school in question was a magical place, literally. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry taught the magical arts to magical children from age thirteen to twenty. It taught all sorts of things to its students, including Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions, to name a few.
James Clay was sitting in one of the compartments on the Hogwarts Express, carefully staring down at his scarred knuckles, deliberately not looking at any of the other occupants of the compartment. Oddly enough he was the only straight male that would not be leering at the beautiful ladies he was sitting with.
On his right side he had the beautiful 'Ice Queen' of Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass. She long, straight, deep black hair down to her shoulder blades that provided and stunning contrast to her ice blue eyes that could hold back a mountain troll with their glare. Her figure was fantastic, toned and statuesque. She didn't have the wide rounded curves that some women had, but her assets were nothing to scoff at either. She had a perfectly perky heart shaped bum, and gravity defying, perfectly rounded B cup breasts. Her face had an aristocratic look to it with high cheekbones and lovely red cupids bow lips, they weren't overly plump, but they weren't thin either.
On Daphne's other side was Tracey Davis. She was shorter than Daphne's five foot nine at only five foot four, but she had far more pronounced curves. Her chest was a heavy D cup and her bum was more bubbly, but was still toned. Her hair was a dark chestnut brown the settled down in curls on her shoulders of creamy, smooth skin. It was amazing the way her elfin face and lovely hazel eyes lit up with a mischievous grin, her damn near perfect smile could melt anybody's heart. She apparently had a defiant side since she didn't appear to be wearing a bra.
Across from James was the bushy haired bookworm known as Hermione Granger. The bushy hair was a light brown color, so light that after a summer under the sun in France it looked almost entirely blonde. Her figure was a mix between Daphne and Tracey, she was short like Tracey at around five foot five, but had the same breast and bum size of Daphne. Her bum was more bubbly by little and her breasts sat a little lower on her chest than Daphne, but that was really the only difference. Her deep chocolate brown eyes held an razor sharp intelligence and intense thirst for knowledge that was rarely seen outside of child prodigies.
Beside her was Susan Bones, the niece of Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE. She had deep crimson hair that was cut short and straight at the tops of her shoulders. She was curvy in a way that almost nobody on the planet could match, her chest was enormous, at least an E cup, and her bum was tight and large, not fat mind you, but not small by any stretch of the world. It was just the way her body was built, Susan ate healthy and exercised every day, she was incredibly fit underneath the gorgeous curves. Her eyes were a deep cerulean of the ocean at dawn and they held all of her emotions front and center for everyone to see. Her face proved that she was fit, it was a face that a person could stare at for hours. Most would call it cute over beautiful, especially so when she was blushing, which happened a lot when one is as shy as she is.
On her other side sat Hannah Abbott and strawberry blonde that kept in shape just enough to not gain weight and stay healthy. Her body was svelte with C cup breasts and a tight heart shaped bum. She stood the same height as Susan at five foot seven. She was always smiling and happy, her forest green eyes held only happiness and joy in them, as if she hadn't known loss or sadness yet.
James Clay was a well built young man that all of the beauties in his compartment were glancing at every few seconds, as if waiting for him to make a move. He had long midnight black hair that had blue highlights in it. It reached to about mid way down his back, tied at the base of his neck with a strip of leather. It was straight at the back, messy on top and had two bangs framing his face. They made his emerald green eyes really pop out of his tanned face, not that they needed it to be noticeable. They almost glowed with restrained power. He was built like a professional swimmer, or a well trained warrior. Relatively small whipcord muscles that held deceptive strength lined his body, completely defined, even at rest due to his insane work out routine.
"James?" Hermione attempted to get James' attention, only to fail, "James!" She only raised her voice a little, but the stern tone managed to snap him out of his musing.
"Huh? What?" He answered less than intelligently, like any man coming out of a serious zone out.
"We were asking if now was a good time to start the core evaluations?" Susan asked, now that she was over her little mini depression she seemed to be a little more outspoken again.
James smiled back happily. His grin was so convincing that if Susan and Hermione weren't watching him as carefully as they were they would almost think that he wasn't just lost in an obviously painful memory. It appears that the talk about his instincts had drug up something from his past that he wasn't exactly fond of.
"Yes. We should get started as soon as we can. Does anyone remember who was going to go first?" He asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. She was just getting ready to lecture when she remembered the look on his face from before. As soon as she opened her mouth to ask him about it Susan caught her eye. As soon as Susan could tell that Hermione was paying attention to her, she shook her head discretely, silently signaling to Hermione to leave it alone.
"James you said it was me. According to you I was likely to be the most restricted one out of the five of us." Hermione still sounded exasperated, but less so than before.
"Alright. What I want you to do is stand here in front of me, facing the inside of the train. I'm going to need you to get right up against the seat here with your leg." He lightly patted the edge of the scarlet cloth covered seat, right between his legs. Then he smiled at the light blush that showed itself with a light pink dusting on her cheeks.
"Really? Are you sure I need to be that close to you?" Hermione asked skeptically, not entirely sure that that was really all that necessary or if James was just trying to make her uncomfortable.
"Yes really. I need to be able to wrap my arms all the way around you to complete the circle. I assume you know the importance of a circle in many magical applications." Her nod confirmed his theory on her general knowledge level being a bit higher than any other person they're age at Hogwarts. "Good. The circle will help me focus my magic through your core. It should also give your magic a small boost until we can get the actual ritual completed."
"Well that sounds good. I'm looking forward to being able to properly focus again. Will your little magic boost help me with that? I've noticed that just being around you has kind of helped me a little. I haven't spaced out at all since I've been in your compartment."
"It will actually help your focus. How much? I can't say an exact amount, but it should hold you over for a couple days. Seeing as how we're not going to be able to do the ritual for a few weeks I can give you what is essentially a magic infusion every three or four days. It won't require quite as much time or skin contact as this." James reassured Hermione.
Hermione was satisfied with James' answer. Nobody had ever really been interested in her body, so she wasn't really worried about him just trying to cop a feel. She thought she actually had a pretty fantastic body, but she always wore baggy clothes that hid her figure and never made an effort to tame her hair and look nice.
She was still reluctant to pull her shirt up and bare even a small part of her body to this stranger even if she felt some ridiculously strong connection to him, but she did it because she knew that it would benefit her search for knowledge, not to mention her general health. She expected his arms to be a little cool, similar to how a doctor's hands always seem to be cool when you're getting a check up. James' arms and hands were warm to the touch though, like how the ground feels on a warm summer day.
While he was getting his magic flowing to close the circle that his arms made around the extremely attractive witch James decided to continue explaining the second part of Hermione's question to her. "You said that you were focusing better just being in the compartment here right?" A shy nod, "It's because when you're in a magic rich environment your body is constantly drawing in ambient magic. I'm going to hazard a guess and say your focus is better while you're at Hogwarts, right?" Hermione hummed in affirmative, "Good. That means your core is still functioning properly. Now the reason you're focusing better here is because I am putting out a huge amount of magic pretty much constantly, my body generates magic even when my core is completely full. All the extra that I produce is released into the area around me. Everybody here will be absorbing my magic, which is more potent even than a regular wizard's so it will fill you with stronger magic than you're used to."
Before Hermione could formulate a response past the intense feeling of warmth that had curled up in the pit of her stomach and embarrassingly enough, at the apex of her thighs, James started the core test. If she thought the warmth from just having his well sculpted arms wrapped around her was intense then she was woefully unprepared for what was coming. The surge of intense heat from both of his palms that were pressed against her was intoxicating. Hermione had never felt anything like it before. It was like her best orgasm, from her vibrator that her mom got her for her fourteenth birthday, multiplied by about a factor of ten. She didn't get the same body reaction, well maybe the wetness in her knickers, but the mental reaction was almost identical in general feeling.
It held up for only a couple minutes at most, but to Hermione it felt like hours of constant stimulation. When he was done checking her core James showed a deep frown. It was far worse than he originally expected. Hermione's core was only at about a third of it's actual capacity and he could sense that there was about six blocks on it in total. James thanked his lucky stars that he was able to stop that greasy blonde brat before he could stab that athame into her again. If her magic was restricted down to one quarter, it would likely kill her long before she could make it to the full moon, though he would have caught it, it still pissed him off.
"Alright Hermione. It's much worse than I thought it was, but you should be able to make it to the full moon with little to no problem. The only thing is that I want you to use as little magic as you possibly can in the intervening weeks." James knew that she wouldn't like what he was telling her, but that was just the best solution. A witch's body needs magic to operate, if her core dropped too low from casting she would end up in the hospital wing at best, the morgue at worst. He went on to explain that and she accepted it reluctantly.
"That is very inconvenient. I wont be able to do any of the in class review properly. I even heard that Professor McGonagall is going to be coming back this year too. I really, really don't want to disappoint my favorite professor since she's coming back after three years." Hermione was upset that she was going to have to slack off, even if it might be to possible save her life.
"Don't worry about that. McGonagall is a Fire Elemental. She was the first person to find me when I disappeared after my first year at Hogwarts. I'll make sure she understands what is going on." James ignored the completely incredulous looks that all the girls directed towards him, for two different reasons. "Now I'm going to do a large infusion for the first time to try an break the most recent block. It might hurt a little, but it should be okay after a couple seconds."
With that warning not so firmly spoken James brought his magic to bear and pushed it directly into Hermione's core. He felt the resistance of the block immediately, but it had already started to break. James just pushed harder, totally ignoring the world outside of Hermione's core. He didn't even notice the look of complete rapture on Hermione's face.
Hermione could not believe that something would ever feel as good as the magic James had run through her core before, but it turns out that more of his magic with the intention of it staying in her core was so much better. She didn't think she would ever be able to replicate this feeling ever again, but damn was she enjoying the now. For possibly the first time ever she didn't have a single thought focused on the future.
When the block finally broke it was like a damn in her pleasure center broke with it. Her knees felt like they were made of jelly, her knickers were thoroughly soaked and her mind had almost shut down. Like eyes rolling into the back of your head, muscles going slack, shut down. When James let go of her Hermione slumped to the floor like her body was made of wet noodles, it was so slow and gentle, almost like a feather floating to the ground.
Of course James panicked, thinking he had hurt her. He started to stutter out an apology and pick her up, but every time he touched her, her body would shudder, like it was wracked with pain. Well to him it looked like pain, to the other ladies in the compartment it looked a lot like what happened to them after a ridiculously good session of alone time.
Eventually James got Hermione back into her seat. Turns out its hard to maneuver a woman that is almost entirely limp into a seat. James caught himself thinking that it would be much easier to handle her body if it was a little stiffer, which led him off on a tangent about stiff body parts and her body. 'God damnit! It is way fucking harder than I thought it would be to control my instincts around these witches.'
After he moved back to his seat, still apologizing for what happened to Hermione, Tracey took pity on the poor guy and piped up in her musical elfin voice, "James. Stop beating yourself up. That's not pain, that's pleasure. You literally made her come with hurricane force when you pushed your magic into her. She's in an 'O' coma."
Everyone laughed uproariously at the look of sheepishness on James face as he ran a nervous hand through his hair and across his scalp. No one would believe it based on how he acted around women, but he hadn't even kissed a girl yet, let alone made one come. Daphne let everyone believe that he had seduced her, but really they just hung out a lot and had awkward almost kisses. Same thing with Susan last summer. There was lots of cuddling and hanging out, almost kissing, and light petting, but nothing more, no matter how much Susan hinted that she wanted to take things to the next level. James didn't want to make that step only for her to leave and never see her again, since he thought she was a muggle and he was moving back to England.
"Awh man! This sucks!" Hannah exclaimed suddenly.
Everyone, especially Susan, who was sitting closest to the unexpectedly loud Hannah, jumped at the exclamation.
"What the hell Hannah?" Susan grumbled, "Why did you have to yell in my ear like that?"
"Sorry Sue. It's just that if that's what the test makes you feel like it sucks that I'm not going to get to have the test done." Hannah responded shyly, not really wanting to admit that a possible orgasm from the man across from her was that appealing. She knew Susan would immediately be able to tell she was lying and would definitely call her out on it.
The looks the other girls adopted at Hannah's admission amused James to no end. It appeared that no one else had thought that way until Hannah had mentioned it. Now each girl, besides Hermione since she was still out of it, sported blushes of varying degrees and their mouths were all slightly open in surprise at the thoughts running through their heads.
James decided to cut those thoughts off before they got too out of control. "Don't worry about that Hannah. Hermione is the only person that will be experiencing a reaction like that because I had to break through one of the blocks to ensure she wasn't in a life threatening situation. None of you girls will have that many blocks on your magic."
"Awh man! That sucks." Tracey blurted out before turning cherry red. Frowning through the blush at how she blurted that private thought out, she must have been more distracted by the prospective bliss than she thought.
"Oh Tracey that is very scandalous of you." Daphne teased, her smirk dispersing her light pink blush.
"Shut up Daph. It is not." Tracey quickly shot back, hoping that she reacted before anyone thought too much about why that was scandalous.
Her hopes were about to be dashed though as Hermione had started to come around and just caught what Daphne said. "What is so scandalous about Tracey wanting to feel what I just did? It was amazing and I would think everyone would want to feel it. Repeatedly if possible." It was a testament to how out of it she was when she didn't even blush at that last admission.
Tracey looked at the dreamy, contented smile Hermione wore and let loose an impressive scowl. It didn't even phase Hermione. No matter how much Tracey tried to silently intimidate her into withdrawing her question and dropping the subject Hermione just wouldn't do it and stared at Daphne's still smirking face.
"I'm glad you asked Hermione." The Slytherin shot another smirk at her elfin best friend, "It's because Tracey has only been interested in female companionship and would never let a male touch her inappropriately, let alone want to let one give her bliss." Daphne couldn't hold her laughter in upon seeing the shock on three faces and the rage on her fellow Slytherin's.
"Well as flattering as that is, I would prefer that this didn't take the entire train ride." James injected into the discussion that he knew was about to explode. "Tracey come here and stand in front of me like Hermione did. I promise it won't take as long. I'll only have my hands on you for the shortest period of time I can manage." He figured Daphne was just picking on her friend with that last statement and wanted to put any misgivings Tracey had to rest.
Tracey was a little confused as to why James would want to take as little time possible with his hands on her body. Did he not find her body as enticing as he did Hermione's? She caught herself thinking 'I'm I not as attractive as she is to him? I mean I know my chest and arse are both smaller, but size isn't everything right?' Her thoughts continued in that vein until she came to stand in front of him.
Before he could move to put his arms around her she screwed up her courage and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "Do you not want to have your hands on me? Am I that repulsive to you?" She let far more venom leak into her voice than she wanted to and he wouldn't even know it was directed at herself for worrying about what this man thought of her.
At first James was startled by the venom in her voice, but he fought it down quickly. He took a second to think of his response, but didn't want to wait too long, lest she think that he was trying to come up with a decent lie to tell her.
"No, I would love to have my hands all over your body, but I assumed that you wouldn't like that based on Daphne's teasing. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything since I would really like to have you as a friend in the future." He paused for a second before continuing, "Actually I was hoping for more than friendship in the future now that you know about my instinct problem, especially since Daphne told me much about how close you two are to each other."
At this Tracey's head snapped back and her back became ramrod straight. "Daphne told you about us?!" She squealed, face cherry red once again with the color moving down her neck and into her chest.
"No. I told him about how close my friendship with a girl from home was. He assumed, correctly mind you, that you were the friend I told him about. You, however, just announced to not only him but the other three in the compartment the exact nature of our relationship though. Everyone in the entire car probably would have heard it too, if James hadn't thought to erect a privacy ward the moment he closed the door anyways." Daphne deadpanned back at the still cherry red Tracey.
"That explains why whenever you two went to the bathroom in class Tracey would go from jumpy and easily agitated before to mellow and easy going when you got back." Susan smacked her fist into her other hand at her deduction.
Both the girls in question were now perfectly red. Cherries would be jealous of the color their faces were sporting. Daphne at least was able to hide some of her face by looking out the window, Tracey had no such luck since she was facing the rest of the compartment. Lucky for her she was totally distracted by James pulling her shirt up.
Tracey spluttered indignantly at the brief affront to her modesty, but she clammed up when she felt James' arms wrap around her. It was unlike anything she had felt before. Sure she had been involved with a couple different girls since she started at Hogwarts, but no one had ever made her feel safe like this man did. It was as if nothing could possibly harm her with his arms in the way. Had anyone asked if she would become addicted to the feeling of a man holding her she would have scoffed, then laughed in their face at their stupid question, but now she wasn't so sure.
"Alright. There's the hard part done. This part should be quick. I doubt the ponce hit you as many times as he hit the people outside of his house." James started to run his magic through Tracey's core with no more warning than that.
Tracey's knees held up just fine, no rubbery feeling at all. She would have been really proud after seeing how Hermione's knees wobbled. Would have been, but she couldn't be because she was too busy being embarrassed about the low throaty moan that escaped her mouth the moment she felt James' warm, earthy magic invade her body. She couldn't hide her obvious embarrassment from everyone else, again. She was lucky no one was paying any attention to her.
Hermione was wondering if her reaction looked as erotic as that. Probably not considering she was wearing a bra. Even if she wasn't wearing a bra Hermione didn't think she could match the eroticism of the way Tracey's chest strained the fabric of her shirt, buttons pulling far enough to show glimpses of wonderfully creamy skin. It also showed a perfect outline of her stiff nipples and the barbells pierced through them. Hermione was positive it was a side effect of what happened earlier, but the arched back, full chest, and throaty moan kind of turned her on.
Susan was also focused on Tracey's chest, wondering how she would look with nipple piercings. Her mind then moved to where else she could possibly get pierced that would be hidden from her Aunt. She had always wanted to get her ears done, but her Aunt never let her because it was unnecessary and 'only scarlet women got them', according to her Aunt. She resolved to talk to Tracey later on about it. With that out of her mind she was able to look ahead to exactly what Tracey seemed to be feeling and felt herself get a little excited. Man was she glad that she didn't let Hannah talk her into going commando today.
Daphne was directly focused on Tracey and how she had never, not in two years of learning her likes and dislikes, gotten her to react like that. Daphne found herself wondering if James could teach her to do that to Tracey. Then she had to fight down a blush at the thought of her and James doing that to Tracey together. 'The effect of Ice and Earth mixing in your core would be intense. I wonder if I can convince Tracey to let me a James do that to her at the same time.' She was drawn out of her thoughts by Hannah sighing dejectedly, obviously still upset about her being unable to feel that.
It was Tracey that managed to ask the obvious question, through rapid heavy breaths though. "Why do you think he would hit us less? I mean he's got a lot more access to us than to any of the others." By the end she had went from heavying breaths to just light panting, it still outlined her stunning bust incredibly though.
That was something James noticed immediately when he backed away far enough to let Tracey turn and look at him while she was talking. He stopped and stared for a few seconds before snapping himself out of it and answering her question, "Well his father probably trained him from the moment he could walk to be a proper Lord and a Death Eater in training, or at least a pure blood elitist. One of the biggest things he was probably taught is that the illusion of strength is just as, if not more, important than actually having strength. Part of that would be being in the strongest, purest House at the premier European magical school. Hence he can't afford to make you two look weak in front of the rest of the school. He is all about what is associated with his image, it makes it hard to attack you two when you're associated directly with him."
Tracey sat back down beside Daphne, but much closer now that their secret was out and no one seemed to care. Actually now that she looked around she realized that nobody actually cared in the least about either of their sexualities. Everyone else was far too focused on what Susan appeared to be doing, which was less than appropriate for a public setting.
Susan was so caught up in her returned thoughts of piercings that she had pulled her shirt and bra out for her to look down at the tips of her large, milky breasts. She was mumbling to herself. Something about rings or bars. Nobody really heard her well enough to figure it out and Hannah elbowed her red haired best friend before she could go too far and start touching or talking louder, much to the disappointment of the bench across the compartment.
"I was right though. Your core is only slightly restricted. Like once or twice, tops. The ritual will help, but you won't really notice until you start casting the magic heavy spells that you will learn in six and seventh year."
"Oh good. What is this ritual all about now?" Tracey looked relieved to be told that she was pretty much fine. From the look on Susan and Hermione's faces she would either really love it or really hate it. She waited for almost a full minute for someone to answer before she decided to continue anyways. "Alright I guess I will just figure it out when it happens. First night of the full moon right?"
"Yea you can come that night, but I won't be able to do the ritual that night. I'll need you and Daph to come out on the second night to get yours done. I can only do three rituals in a night and you guys can wait longer than the rest." James smirked, "It's going to be in the Forbidden Forest, I hope that doesn't bother you."
Tracey and Daphne both gulped. They weren't especially scared of the Forbidden Forest, but they also didn't go anywhere near it, especially not at night. Daphne looked over at Tracey, their eyes met for a fraction of a second before they both looked at James. Tracey was leaning out to look around Daphne, but James kept the amused smile off of his face at the serious expressions on the girls faces.
Daphne ended up speaking for the both of them, "Fine. You have to meet us before we go into the forest though. We aren't going in there looking for you." Her tone would have made even Professor Snape sit up and take notice.
James waved his hands in front of himself, as if to ward off a physical blow from the tone and glare Daphne was sending his way, even with it watered down by the adorable attempted glare from Tracey, whose elfin features just couldn't pull off the glare without being totally enraged.
"Yes ma'am. We can all meet in front of the doors to the Great Hall. I will make sure that we don't get caught as long as you can make it out of your common rooms by yourself." He explained quickly, hoping to make the glare go away as fast as possible.
"What do you think we are? A bunch of clueless lions?" Tracey scoffed at his insinuation. It took a scowl from James for her to realize that there was in face a 'clueless lion' sitting a few feet away from her. "No offense Hermione, but you aren't really the rush right in type. I forgot you were a Gryffindor. Sorry." She concluded sheepishly, hoping she didn't offend the bushy haired bookworm.
"Don't worry about it Tracey. I don't feel like I really fit in well there either. It's too bad that I can't go back in time and try to convince the Sorting Hat to put me in a different house." She sighed half in longing and half in despair at her lot in life.
"You know that you can ask for a resorting, right?" James threw out, not really expecting an answer to his rhetoric question.
"What?! You can?" Why did no one tell Hermione this before? She had gone to her Head of House when the boys started to bully her, but he had said there was nothing that she could do for her. After Harry had disappeared, Ron had quickly gone back to being a demeaning arsehole.
"Yes. It's in the school charter. Everyone can request a second sorting with no reason and suffer no consequences. You can even be resorted after that, but you need to have approval from the Deputy Headmaster and your Head of House, which is very unlikely." James was a wealth of knowledge it seems. The only thing Hermione couldn't figure out was how he found all this information, well that wasn't even close to all she couldn't figure out about him, but that was at the forefront of her mind at this point.
"Good I think I will do that. Can I do it at the Welcoming Feast? I feel like it would be easiest then, that's when you and the first years will be getting sorted after all." She kept trying to weasel more information out of James, despite the fact that Susan was standing between his legs with her shirt up far higher than was entirely necessary.
Susan was hoping that she could entice James a little with her rather voluptuous curves. With that in mind she had hiked her shirt up high enough that the underside of her purple and black lace bra was showing. It was far more satisfying than she thought it would be when she saw him staring before shifting his hips back and gulping and looking up into her face.
James was praying to every god he could think of that Susan didn't just catch him staring at her milky skin and the underside of her bra. He couldn't imagine that she had done that on purpose, but he also couldn't help looking even if it would get him in trouble. The satisfied grin on her face when he looked up in fear let him know that he wasn't, in fact, in trouble and was meant to have a peak at her.
"Will you hurry up and do the test? We don't have all day you know." Susan poked fun at him.
"Of course Lady Bones." He laughed at her reaction to her political title. "Let's get this over with, I would like to move on to less stimulating conversation."
Susan wasn't sure whether she should be upset about that or intensely happy with the reaction she got for too long. On the other hand, he didn't want his body and instincts to react too strongly for him to be able to hide. As it was she was struggling a little bit to hide the tenting in his pants, he was doing well though. Susan was only just able to see the rather large bulge and she didn't think she would be able to if she wasn't standing directly in front of his sitting form.
That was as far as that thought went though. As much as she wanted to keep thinking about all the reactions, or actions, she could pull out of the attractive man she was standing in front of she just couldn't do it with his arms around her. There is no way her imagination could keep going when all her focus was on his arms being around her again.
'God, I missed this so much. I don't think I will be able to take another break up. Maybe I can convince Daphne to share?' She thought to herself.
Susan was expecting to feel the incredible warmth that always accompanied his hugs, what she didn't expect was the electric jolt that came from his magic being injected into her core and then drawn back out through the other side. She didn't feel her knees go weak, nor the need to moan, or anything else overtly erotic actually.
It did make her heart race a mile a minute, it made all her muscles tremble in anticipation and, most importantly, it made her remember all the times she almost threw him down, jumped on him, and rode him until she couldn't stand up. This felt like all those times, multiplied by a hundred. Her knickers were already soaked and they weren't going to be getting any drier. It was all she could do to restrain herself while James finished what he was doing.
He slowly unwrapped his arms from around the gorgeous, milky white goddess in front of him. If someone tried to force him to choose between Susan and Daphne, James didn't think he could he would actually be capable of doing it. The girls were almost complete opposites, but were damn near perfect in his eyes.
Susan was so fun and bright. Her entire outlook on life was positive and sunny pretty much all the time. She was just a good person. If there was a stray cat on the side of the road she would take it with her, feed it, water it, and make it happy before letting it go again. Whenever James had a bad day over the summer he would meet up with Susan and suddenly the day wasn't so bad anymore. Being around her just made him happy and that was what made her indescribably desirable.
Daphne was no less fun, but she wasn't bright and sunny like Susan, she had a dark sense of humor and could send sarcastic shots at you like it was her job. She wasn't cynical, but she acted like it, as part of her mask that she wore like armour. Daphne was the most protective person James knew, aside from himself, and it showed once she let you past her mask. Behind her mask was a woman that could make you do just about anything to see her perfect smile, just because you thought that after all the crap she went through, she deserved to be happy.
"Alright Susan, you've only been attacked once more than Tracey."
"Oh good. That means my core has only been limited a little bit, right?" Susan was excited that she didn't have any big blocks on her magic, but a little disappointed that she wouldn't get the magic boost like Hermione would.
"Actually no. You have a block on half of your magic. Looks like it was family member based on the kind of block it is. Did your Aunt work a lot when you were growing up?" James asked.
"Yes actually. She was gone most of the day for six days a week back then. Rounding up all the remaining Death Eaters, just for most of them to buy their way out of a life sentence in Azkaban." Susan frowned at the memory. It sucked that her Aunt wasn't always around to raise her.
"How about accidental magic? Do you remember doing any of that?"
Susan nodded, "I remember some accidental magic, but nothing major that would signify a strong magical core or anything."
"There probably was some early signs. Without her there to keep a close eye on you she likely decided to bind your magic to make life easier on the elves that raised you for the most part. Fast forward to when your thirteen and heading off for your first year at Hogwarts. Your Aunt probably left the platform thinking there was something she was forgetting, but passed it off as just something she forgot at work." Susan looked shocked, but obviously agreed with the conclusion.
"Yes I could see that happening. So do we floo my Aunt from the school and ask her to remove the block?"
"No, don't be silly. That wouldn't help at all. Whether the block is well meaning or not doesn't matter for the ritual, breaking any kind of block will make your core stronger. As long as it wasn't placed by anyone that knew about the ritual it will work just fine, intent is a big part of magic, after all." James was happy that someone seemed to be following along with his explanations, actually everyone except Hannah seemed to be understanding everything perfectly.
"So you said I've been hit on top of that block, right?" James nodded, "So does that mean there is anything special that needs to be done for me too?" Susan tried to hide her hope, she really did, but she failed miserably.
"I don't think you will need it as often, but you could probably do with a magic boost once a week. Same rules apply though. Very little magic if you can help it."
"Okay, but what about if we need to protect ourselves? There is no way I'm going to just take someone attacking me laying down." She stomped cutely with her proclamation. "Unless it's you attacking me, then I'll only lay down and take it one time." She whispered huskily to him with a wink.
James was just about back to normal, his pants were barely feeling tight before she whispered that to him. Now he wasn't sure that he would be able to get it down before they got too school. He wasn't going to let her get away with riling him up like that, not without getting payback anyways.
James leaned forward to whisper into Susan's ear, "What makes you think that I would let you just lay down and take it? I would drive you so wild that you wouldn't be able to even think about just laying there. There is no way I'm going to be with someone that isn't just as into me as I am them. And trust me, I'm about as into you as a person could possibly get." His voice was a low growl that rattled her mind and made her vibrate with need. If she could manage to get both their clothes off before someone stopped her, she would be having her way with him before someone could say Merlin.
James loved the shiver of desire that he saw go down her spine. The way she whimpered into his ear made his instincts go wild and he just barely held back from pushing her up against the window and forcing her to do everything they held back from doing for most of the summer they were together. He could see her nipples standing out against her shirt, which was impressive because of the bra she was wearing. At her size even the skimpy, lacy kind like hers had some pretty serious padding for support.
Before he could lose himself to his instincts he reached up a little higher licked her neck all the way up to her ear and nipped it lightly. Her gasp turned into a moan, between that and the more pronounced shudder there was enough going on to satisfy his instincts for now. He knew he would have to move further along with her sooner rather than later, but decided there was lots of time to worry about that later.
"Speaking of getting into trouble." He held out his hand and summoned five stones in through the cracked open window. "I'm going to enchant these as an emergency beeper of sorts. Outside of any anti-portkey wards it will act as a reverse port key as well."
James passed the first of the smooth river stones out to Susan, who was still standing in front of him with hazy eyes and a heaving chest. He picked stones that were similar in color to all the girls hair so that they wouldn't get them all mixed up. Susan's was a dark red that had white veins in it that reminded him of her beautiful, smooth, milky skin.
Daphne actually got one that was more indigo blue than black, but it reflected something that James remembered about Daphne from their summer together. When he handed it over he said, "I much rather prefer your natural color Daph. You should remove the glamour. Impossibly enough I think you look even more beautiful with it." He didn't mean to make her blush, but it made her look even more adorable than usual.
Hermione got one that was a random mixture of a yellowy color and brown so that it looked very similar to her brown hair with blonde highlights. He disapproved of her glamour as well, "You should drop the glamour Hermione. No one will bother you now. Or at least if they do, they'll only do it once." He displayed a textbook sinister smirk.
Tracey's stone was a brown so dark that it almost looked black if you looked at it in the right light. He didn't have anything profound to say about her looks though. He decided to wing it this time, "Tracey your gorgeous and I would love to see all your piercings in close up detail some day." He thought about trying to make it into a joke, but decided to leave it alone after he saw how shy and demure she looked when she heard him.
Tracey wasn't like the other three girls who were either too overwhelmed by arousal or feelings brought on by the sincere compliments that James paid them by saying he like the real them more than the glamoured versions. The biggest difference was she answered back after getting passed the stone.
"I would really like to show them to you, but only after we get to know each other." She breathed back so quietly that James wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't an Earth Elemental. He suspected that she didn't expect him to hear it either.
So while everyone else besides Hannah was too preoccupied to hear what he said, and Hannah was too far away to hear, James answered her. "I would love it even more to get to know the real you. Daphne said some amazing things about you and I'm really looking forward to seeing how much she understated it."
Tracey's only reaction to that was to nod shyly and look away, too self conscious to look him in the eye in the face of his genuine interest in her, not her body like all the other men she had met in her life so far.
James realized he was getting caught up in his interaction with Tracey and wrenched himself away from her eyes and adorable elfin face. His last stone to give was Hannah's. Hers was a strawberry red that was almost pink, to match up with her strawberry blonde hair. To her he only said, "If your ever in trouble I want you to use this as fast as you can. I know your combat magic is really weak. Everyone with an air element is like that, absolutely fantastic at healing though. You should look into that as a career." He smiled at her when she beamed back in response. She obviously wasn't expecting to get a stone since she wasn't a possible mate for him like the other girls were.
"Okay so for those to work all you have to do is hold them tightly in your hand and think about me coming to help you. I would prefer if you only used it for emergencies. I can set up something else for later on if you want a booty call." He tried to keep it professional, but that last part just somehow managed to slip out.
Surprisingly it was Hermione that was the first person to laugh. It set everyone else off after a couple of seconds of hysterical laughter. Susan was sitting on the floor against the windows, holding the stitch in her side. Daphne and Tracey each had an arm around the other trying, and failing, to hold each other up in their laughter. Hannah had managed to wedge herself into the corner opposite Hermione so she wouldn't roll off of the seat in her laughter.
Once again it was Hermione that came to first. James was starting to think that Hermione was going to be the first for everything in their group of friends.
"So can I put a request in for that booty call set up. Cause if it feels even one, one hundredth as good as what happened earlier then I'm going to want some of that as often as I can get it." Hermione wasn't the shy girl James remembered from first year.
"How about I just make us notebooks that will communicate between the six of us. I'll even make it so that you can pick who you're writing to at any time just by thinking of who you want it to go to. That way you can use it to communicate privately if you wish." James spit balled to the ladies, who all nodded excitedly at the prospect of being able to pass notes while appearing to take notes.
With that all settled Daphne stood up to take the place of a now sitting, quite primly, Susan Bones, in between James legs. She didn't want to be as blatant as Susan was, especially because she wasn't wearing a bra, but she did try to make it erotic. She moved her hips to an imaginary rhythm while tugging her shirt out of her skirts waistline and slowly inching it up high enough to show some of her lovely pale skin. James gulped again. Here he was thinking he had his instincts all locked up, then Daphne had to go and do that and suddenly they were chomping at the bit to get into action again.
James did his sterling best to ignore what his instincts were telling him to do, but he couldn't quite manage to completely ignore them. When he wrapped his arms around her he probably squeezed a little bit harder than he needed to, which elicited a large grin from the dark haired beauty. Instead of laying his hands gently on her stomach and back, he gripped her front and backside just barely above the waist of her Hogwarts skirt. It was so close that he was able to tuck three fingers down underneath the it in fact.
When he did so Daphne moaned long and deep before inhaling a shuddering breath and whispering, "God I needed that. Thanks James, but don't get too far ahead of yourself now. Leave some of it for when we're alone." She gripped James' wrists so he wouldn't get his hands any further down the front and back of her skirt.
James didn't even realize his hands were migrating lower, he was so caught up in her reactions and his instincts that he was barely in control of his mind, let alone his hands. When Daphne stopped him he managed to wrestle control back. He quickly ran his magic through Daphne, who didn't even react at all to his magic in her for such a short period of time. She had gotten used to it while they were together since he could actually push his magic into her to help her heal after the intense training she went through.
"Alright Daph. You're good to go. Same thing as Tracey, almost identical core size too, which is impressively large." James was starting to get short with his explanations.
His nerves were almost completely shot after his fight against his instincts to mate while touching the skin and cores of four absolutely gorgeous witches. Their power was just as sexy to him as their looks and that didn't help because they were all ridiculously powerful, or at least would be when the rituals were complete.
Daphne seemed to understand this, "Thanks James. Now we will let you just rest and meditate. Ladies I'm sure we can occupy ourselves while James focuses on himself for the rest of the train ride."
All the girls reluctantly nodded, obviously wanting to keep talking with James, but everyone could tell that he was starting to slip into his baser instincts. His expressions had slowly become more animalistic seeming as the ride and examinations wore on. James nodded his thanks to the lovely ladies of his compartment before lifting his legs onto the seat and assuming a lotus position. As he lost himself into his mind he caught Daphne talking about something with Susan, Tracey, and Hermione.
"So I guess we are going to have to work out a schedule. Or start sleeping with each other as well." Then he heard a few affirmatives. He tuned it out and forgot about it, assuming he didn't hear properly and that his instincts were changing the words around on him.
James' last thought was 'Man am I glad that I came back. Now that I know they will be with me all year I don't think I could go back to being by myself.' The grin that came over his face didn't seem to match the rest of the serene expression, but it made the girls all smile at each other. Happy that they seemed to make him happy some how.
A/N: Don't expect updates to be this often. With the holiday season I have had an abundance of spare time. Thanks. Please review if you have anything positive to say and/or constructive criticism. Have a Happy New Year everyone.