Chapter 12: Potions and Bets

Given the use that the small chamber behind the mirror got every night for the past week, it should have been renamed 'The Shagging Room'. However Estella named it the Wheeze place. It made sense given that the wheezes were always the centre of attention after they had engaged in what she began calling 'extra fun'. She insisted on not talking or thinking about what they did, so he completely gave up on the idea of telling her. In all honesty, what could be better than shagging a pretty girl and then talking wheezes?

When it came to the shagging he was still gentle with her. But that task was becoming harder, as instinct often pushed him to simply try to pounce on her. Her ability to come up with improvements for the wheezes did not help matters, as every idea made her more attractive.

Tonight however, Estella made him stop right as he entered the room. He wasn't even close to touching her. She stood by her cauldron which had a potion simmering in it and quickly explained that, given the fact that four out of the first six times they had sex they almost forgot the charm, using a potion would be safer.

"That is, of course, if you want to continue our... extra fun. If you don't, then let's just talk products and I can banish the draught," she said nonchalantly.

"Right."

"Okay then, we'll talk products."

"No. I mean, we can try the potion."

"Alright, I have the base ready, but before we prick our fingers and drop the needed blood in it, read this," she said with a wicked grin.

He took the book from her and silently read the page she pointed to.

Procreative Prevention and Coupling (PPC) Draught

The Procreative Prevention and Coupling (PPC) Draught is the strongest of all potions to prevent conception. It uses blood magic from the coupling witch and wizard to prevent the male's sperm cells from fertilizing the female's ovum. If brewed properly PPC prevents the couple from conceiving for up to one hundred days from the date of intake. A minute mark on the left ring finger of each drinker will indicate that the potion is active.

PPC draught will only prevent conception between the two people whose blood is in the potion, so intercourse with other partners must still make use of a charm or other means of contraception.

PPC may increase sexual desire, intensify senses and provide drinkers with a need for daringness and even mild recklessness. Wizards have reported augmented appetite and minor increases in weight while witches often experience breast tenderness, slight increase in breast and hip size, as well as lighter periods.

Due to its high complexity it is not to be brewed by amateurs. Intakes of bad batches of PPC have led to cases of dragon fever, toad and tadpole transfigurations, intense headaches, changes in skin colour, skin blemishes, stomach pains, and loss of sexual drive.

Ingredients

¼ litre of Belladonna fluid

1 Stewed Mandrake

3 powdered Dragonfly thoraxes

¼ gram of powdered root of Asphodel

2 grams of shredded Dittany

3 drops of Honey Water

2 Moondew drops

7 Moly Petals

¼ gram of Saltpeter

1 drop of blood from the coupling wizard

1 drop of blood from the coupling witch

Preparation

Heat the Belladonna Fluid with...

At this point George stopped reading, "this uses a lot of ingredients, are you sure you brewed it right?"

"Brewing is one of the things I do quite well, and it looks just like the book says it should at this point. But, if we really want to test it we'll have to drop our blood and see if it smokes, turns bright purple and smells like wildflowers. Do you understand the side effects?"

"Yeah, do you?"

"Yeah, so... should we?"

"Sure."

They did as the book instructed, one drop from him, one drop from her. The brownish potion changed into the exact purple described and emitted a smoke that smelled like wildflowers had invaded the room. After taking the draught they took notice of the small dot that appeared right on the inside of their left hands by their ring fingers. Within seconds they were snogging and the rest of the evening was fantastic.


The increased libido side effect was quenched for the next couple of nights. In one of these nights, after a still gentle but fantastic shag, they laid naked on a padded blanket, talking Wheezes and teasing each other. Then, a sad attempt to hide his attraction for her, led George to the worst and greatest bet he ever made.

"Oh please... any bloke would be hard if he had a witch naked or touching him. It's just what blokes do."

"So this has absolutely nothing to do with me being desirable?"

"You being hot helps. But you naked and close does the trick."

"So... if I was completed covered, not directly touching or snogging you, it would not get hard?"

"Probably not."

"Wanna bet?"

"At this rate I'll bankrupt you."

"I'll win. Plus you shouldn't worry about me and money. The Swansons give me plenty, which means that I want no galleons. When I win I want to read all those books you won't tell me more about."

"Not happening, so you should just tell me what I get when I win?"

"I'll give you a hundred galleons. But, I'm sure I can get you hard without showing you a hint of skin or touching you, so you're not getting a sickle from this."

"Full of yourself, aren't you? But you can't touch me or have me touch you. Touching a girl does the trick too, so it wouldn't be fair to make me do that."

"Oh such pain, to touch a girl, I wouldn't dare inflict that upon you," she said jokingly. "Alright, my hands stay away from you, your hands stay away from me and neither of us shows any skin, besides maybe our faces and forearms. Good enough terms?"

"You're about to lose a hundred galleons Menace."

"I'm about to read all those books that showed you how to do things to witches Fun Man," she said smugly before they shook hands on it.


The very next day George got to transfiguration class and sat on his desk, barely listening to McGonagall. Instead he thought of ideas to improve their fireworks and also some potential names for those. Something like wheeze fire would work.

Suddenly a soft murmur seemed to invade his head. "Ready for me to win the bet?"

"What?" he said out loud.

"Do you have a question Mr. Weasley?" asked McGonagall as the entire class looked at George.

"Umm... I... no," he stammered as he felt something grazing his crotch. He could have sworn he heard a now familiar female snicker.

"Then I expect you will be able to perform some of the basic transfiguration spells we've just discussed," said the professor.

"Umm..."

"Use the spell for the canary creams on your face," said the voice in his head, definitely Estella's voice. She stopped the ministrations between his legs and he was able to concentrate. Soon his face was that of a yellow bird.

"Much to my surprise, well done, twenty points to Gryffindor," said McGonagall, in her usual tone, collected and stern.

The class resumed and George transfigured his face back to normal.

"Thank you Miss Swanson, excellent suggestion. Also my gratitude for winning twenty points for my house and saving Mr. Weasley the embarrassment," said the voice in a silly imitation of McGonagall. George moved his leg and felt a lump under his desk.

"Stop calling attention to yourself Fun Man. Don't talk either, just think whatever you want to say and I'll know it."

"What are you doing?"

"Winning the bet."

"You lost, you just touched me."

"I did not. THAT was a feather."

"You still touched me."

"No I didn't. My hands have not come in contact with you and your hands are staying on top of that desk and not touching any part of me. And neither of us is showing any skin since we're both in full uniform. In fact you can't even see me since I'm under a disillusionment charm. I believe that meets all the conditions of the bet."

"You're touching it!"

"Nothing was ever said about using other objects to touch."

"That's not fair."

"Fair? Are you a first-year? This is a bet, and I'm about to win, since you never mentioned that having a feather touch it would make it hard."

"That is a technicality. Any touching makes it hard!"

"You never specified, so I win."

"That is so... so... Slytherin!"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You haven't won yet. And how are you talking to me?"

"I'm not talking. It's a Legilimency trick. I'm in your head. Well technically I'm under your desk, but that doesn't matter. My mind is invading yours. So let your imagination work with me Fun Man."

"I'll make it work. Let's think... you with green skin and snakes instead of hair, Estella Swanson the green Medusa... definitely not appealing. What else? You dancing with Hagrid who's wearing a pink dress. Umm... you transfigured into McGonagall, yuck! I think I'll win."

"We'll see about that. Now, I need to get this… umm rather large snake to naturally transfigure to wood, so let's get on with it," she said sensually as she mercilessly rubbed the feather against him.

She giggled and teased him when he couldn't help his shudder as she reminded him of the things they had done in the room behind the mirror lately. The disturbing non-arousing ideas of her dissipated and he was soon immersed in memories in which he shagged her slowly, gently, with pure tenderness. His arousal became obvious and it only took a few more feather strokes for his cheeks to take on a reddish tint and for his breathing to become laboured. He was ready to moan and almost to the point of just letting go.

"Stop, I'm going to cum."

"Already?"

"Estella..."

His willpower broke quickly and a flash of desire came to the front of his mind. He imagined himself vigorously fucking Estella right on top of McGonagall's desk, not caring who the hell saw. He closed his eyes, and somehow he could see her, as if in a dream, kneeling under his desk. She was giggling like a silly girl who's in the midst of mischief.

"So class is a turn on," she said in his head with a tone of excitement that would make anyone think she had just discovered the cure for Dragonpox.

"Just say I win."

"Stop."

"What? You don't want to show the class what I've see every other night lately?"

"Bloody menace!"

"Admit I win. Admit it or I'll make you cum right here."

"Merlin fucking hell!

"I'm waiting," she teased as she continued to stroke him with that bloody soft feather.

"Fine... you win…"

"And..."

"And what!"

"And I get to read all your books and hear your conquest stories."

She began to move the feather faster.

"Fuck! Oh... Fuck! Alright you win. I'll give you the books. The whole lot, I'll tell you whatever you want, just...fuck!"

"That's what you want?"

"YES."

She stopped rubbing the feather against him.

"Now that I won, my hands will touch you just to hide your...umm... excitement. Then you are going to say you need to go to the loo. I'll meet you by the door."

"YES."


The moment he exited the classroom, he felt an invisible hand grab his arm.

"Where to?" murmured Estella. She was truly audible this time, not just in his head anymore.

"Hold onto me and follow."

She did as told and George led her away from the classroom rather quickly. After a long walk they arrived at Gryffindor tower.

"Shush," murmured George to the invisible girl whose hand was now in his own.

"Scurvy Cur," he said to the Fat Lady.

"Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Maybe, but if we keep this quiet I could help you jump to the winery portrait again."

"You may enter!" exclaimed the Fat Lady with a smile.

George pulled Estella through the portrait hole and as they ran through the common room he heard her softly murmur, "It's round, nice."

They sprinted up the stairs and got in his room. He pulled his wand, marked his door with an X, and then pointed it at the hand he was holding and said "Homonus Revelio." Estella appeared dressed in her regular Slytherin robes. He pulled her close and kissed her while pushing his arousal against her stomach. She returned the kiss without hesitation as he roughly tugged her robes and shirt until they opened. Not willing to stay behind she made him lift his arms and soon his jumper and shirt were off.

He boldly lifted her, threw her at the edge of his bed and stood between her legs.

"You're a menace to society and that was…"

"Fun," she interrupted with snicker.

He roughly moved her skirt up to her waist, lifted her legs and pulled off her knickers. Her shoes were forced off with the undergarment.

"Brace yourself," he stated as he took off his trouser and pants and let them pool at his ankles.

"Really?" she teased as he as he ran his hand between her legs feeling her - soft, wet, ready.

"Yes," he stated as he entered her.

There was nothing gentle about what followed. He stood at the edge of his mattress with her legs placed on his shoulders, and his thrusts had no restrain. There were no thoughts on losing the bet, having her read the books or confessing things he'd done with witches in the past. He focused only on the pleasure that was overtaking his entire body and continued his motions; in, out, in, out, desperately quenching his need. They grew flushed and panted strongly and neither could tell if they did this for long hours or mere seconds.

Her inner walls pulsed around him and if possible she was even moister than before. She moaned in complete ecstasy and fisted his blankets and sheets making an absolute mess of his bed. Any control he had left dissipated as her orgasm made her emit the most wonderful shout. He pounded into her, harder, faster and then let himself explode inside her.

Once spent, he landed right on her, exhausted and with trousers and pants tangled around his ankles.

"Wow," she panted against his neck.

"Yeah," he whispered.

They laid on his bed for a couple of minutes taking deep breaths. Once they recovered she brought up the books and, though annoyed, he pulled his trousers up and found the books for her.

She sat on his bed, with only her skirt on her, perusing through the titles. Then, uttered a charm that made copies of all his treasures and quickly shrank the doubles. After successfully finding her satchel, which had been carelessly thrown off with her robes, she placed the tiny books in there.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Two-twenty," he answered after looking at his clock.

"I have time to make it to Defence, excellent!"

"You're going to class?"

"I can't skip a Snape class, though I had originally planned on being late."

"Then be late," he said pulling her on top of him for a quick snog.

"Nah, it's not my fault winning the bet went faster than planned," she teased as they hugged.

"You're so conceited."

"I know," she answered before lightly kissing him.

"Fifty minutes in the lion's den is enough," she added against his lips. "Anymore and the world might tip over."

She followed her remarks by kissing him deeply one more time. Then she pulled away to grab her clothes and get dressed.

"You can't tease a bloke like that and then leave," he said still lying on his bed, but turning to look at her.

"Watch me," she answered sassily as she finished buttoning her shirt.

"You're awful," he said annoyed.

"Yes," she answered nonchalantly as she put her cloak and satchel on.

"See you at the ball tomorrow," she added as she cast the disillusionment charm.

"You're coming to ball?"

"I'm a fifth year, not really much choice in the matter," he heard her say as his door opened.

"Who're you going with?"

All that followed was silence. She must have been gone by the time he asked or... did she just ignore him?