I promised readers that didn't want to read smut that I would warn them. You are warmed. Smut awaits within…

"Do you think they listen to what we say?" Hermione asked Harry as the sat on the beach watching the waves that evening.

"I… good question. Not here I don't think. Last night we said we were going to Diagon Alley today and that surprised them. Maybe the ocean noise throws them off," Harry replied.

"Maybe. I know there are dark magic users out there that want to kill you, and me I guess, but I hate not having any privacy. I know they are protecting us for the right reasons and I trust that; Professor Chase seems to know what she's doing there and"

"I think today she was more focused on Mr. Mitchell" Harry laughed.

"You picked up on that too?" Hermione smiled.

"Rather hard to miss."

"Yeah I guess, do I act like that around you?" Hermione asked.

"Uh, why would you think that?" Harry asked, surprised at the question.

"Just that, well I think she likes him and I like you but I try to be discreet, and…"

"You like me? Like 'like' like me? I thought we were just doing the friends thing at social gatherings in school and"

"Of course I do Harry! Are you stupid? Geez."

"I think about that sort of thing I am stupid I guess." Harry smiled.

"Well, we will keep it simple and if you get confused you can stop me and ask questions along the way" Hermione giggled as she took Harry's hand into hers and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I may have a lot of questions."

"That's okay, that's how we learn Harry" she smiled.

Hermione had felt truly alive for the last day. Once Harry agreed to be her eternal date for the coming year her blinders had come off and she realized how deeply she cared for him. It had always been friendship before, but now, well it felt like something more was there, and had always been there under the surface. She just wasn't sure how to proceed. He seemed to return her affection, but she couldn't risk what they had for what they might have without more proof of his willingness to pursue a more romance-based relationship. Then he did it and the door cracked open just a bit.

Harry leaned down and kissed Hermione's brow. In the context, there was nothing overtly romantic about it. Just a tender moment with a friend who loved her and whose love she returned, yet everything changed in that moment.

Hermione returned the kiss by one on Harry's cheek, and then they turned to face each other and found lips pressing against lips. At first both were tentative, but soon they were making out with a passion reserved for teens at their first school dance.

The couple lay back on the blanket they had been sitting on, Hermione resting on Harry's chest. She explored his mouth and they began caressing each other. This too was tentative; each wondering what the other's limits for touching was and soon found out neither really had a limit.

Now totally worked up, Hermione suggested they go inside for more privacy than the beach offered. Neither wanted to be observed in intimacy by the agents somewhere nearby guarding them.

This posed a problem as Bill and Fleur would no doubt take notice and alert their recent ex's, which in Hermione's mind would be bad and incredibly awkward, so they went upstairs under the pretense of skimming their new texts; Fleur wasn't fooled for a moment, but Fleur didn't care anyway. Bill might have cared though, so they had to be quiet and that meant satisfaction was elusive.

This began a week that was ultimately frustrating to both as they sought intimacy and privacy and were denied both by the aurors and ICW agents on one hand, and their hosts on another.

By week's end, Harry was actually looking forward to school starting just so he and his newfound love could sneak away to an empty classroom to explore each other and sate their desires.

"So, that happened," Hermione grinned.

"Yes, yes it did," Harry smiled, "I still don't know what I'm doing."

"You're doing fine, don't be worried about it."

"No, I just don't want to accidentally offend by doing something, well, wrong," Harry said.

"You won't, besides, your hand is on my butt and I haven't complained have I?" Hermione grinned.

"So my hands aren't inappropriate?" He laughed.

"No, you're doing fine."

"Let's go in, I think I want to try to touch your naughty bits," Harry giggled.

"'Naughty bits'? What are you? Twelve?" Hermione snickered as she stood with Harry and left the beach.

Agent Carolyn Sommers was glad to be able to finally leave the dune she was concealed behind as her legs were starting to cramp and her concealment charm would wane soon. 'Geez Potter, why don't you just fuck the girl?' she thought.

About that time in nearby town of Wembury, Marium Durham was climbing from her hiding place in an abandoned building near the beach to begin her night of dumpster diving and begging for food and change outside local restaurants so that she could live yet another miserable day. Her mother had died a year before and she had been on her own ever since, except for the brief period when she lived with a pervy uncle and her two pervy cousins in Efford. When she ran off she knew they wouldn't look for her; no one cared about Marium.

Tonight would be different though. On waking and dressing in her other change of cloths, the ones she had washed in a petrol station bathroom sink as the sun rose that morning, an owl was perched in the broken window she used to get in and out of the shack. It was a most peculiar owl that held an envelope in its beak, bearing her name, which it dropped at her feet before taking off to the rafters.

Marium could read and write, though not very well, as the letters always seemed to dance around on the page. Fortunately, on opening it, the letter jumped into the air and read itself. Marium assumed she was losing her mind, especially when the envelope dumped a train ticket from a station in London scheduled in a few days, as well as a list of very unusual school supplies.

'Lovely. How am I supposed to get to London?'

That turned out to be a problem with an even more interesting solution, but not for a few days. Tonight she was hungry and that was a more pressing issue than owls and letters. So great was her yearning she wondered what an owl roasted over a fire in a garbage can would taste like. The bird had wisely taken off by then.

Annabeth's afternoon was also life altering.

After sending Hermione and Harry back to the beach, Annabeth, Minerva and Mitchell used her ICW portkey to get to Hogwarts. Once there it was straight to the library where Madam Pince also agreed Mitchell was perfectly suited to be her assistant before she ever heard his qualifications. After a tour of the library led by Pince, and a brief tour of Hogwarts led by McGonagall, which was good, as Annabeth had still not seen most of the school, they showed Mitchell his apartment. It was basically a bedroom, bath and small study. He was quite happy with it as unknown to Annabeth, since leaving Beauxbatons, Mitchell was essentially homeless and on the run. All afternoon there were flirtatious remarks passed between Chase and Lourens, quite subtle at first, but after the students departed more overt. Once Minerva excused herself, as she felt like a third wheel because she was, the flirting became open and obvious. Each made comments laden with innuendo, and both responded positively.

Annabeth was now certain Mitchell was exuding some serious Aphrodite magic, although having been rejected, alone, and recently insulted by an ex who had clearly moved on, he probably wouldn't need much magic anyway. She was a woman with low self-esteem and a negative view of her stock in life, despite outward appearances and all evidence to the contrary. He was a nice guy and really attractive. She was pretty sure he was checking her out since the café, and was even more certain she was being mentally undressed since then. She didn't really want to go too far on what was essentially a first date, but she wasn't going to drive him away like every other suitor since the break up either. Really, she was tired of giving herself as property to a man that no longer cared. She was no one's property except her own now. That had to be what her mother's note had meant.

Stop being a fool for love. Don't let Aphrodite mock you. Get your act together and move on.

As she gave the password to her office and went up the spiral stairs that appeared, she glanced behind her to see Mitchell's eyes planted squarely on her ass. She paused, he almost ran face first into her backside, and she smiled having caught him. When he looked up his face went red with embarrassment at having been nabbed. Annabeth felt warm all over and enjoyed feeling desirable to someone as attractive and nice as Mitchell Laurens. Others had made her feel attractive before, but they were not the children of the goddess of love and his abilities at manipulating and creating love, lust and desire were certainly in play. Annabeth knew she could resist them, but saw no good reason to. Having spent the afternoon with Mitchell, she was already seriously aroused.

"Are you checking out my butt?" She asked with a grin.

"Uh yeah, guilty as charged," he replied sheepishly, then added "Its difficult to resist."

"Good! I've worked hard for it" she grinned, then led him into the office.

Mitchell's hand touched her waist from behind but she stepped away from him and into the office and said "Your paperwork is right this way, I left it on my desk in chambers this morning."

Mitchell was confused as to the sudden change in her tone, but followed Annabeth across the office to a stone stairway hidden from view except from the area behind the desk, and watched as she pressed her hand to the large wooden door at the bottom of the steps. It swung open to reveal the Headmistress's apartment, which was quite roomy, much larger and plusher than his own, with a gigantic canopy bed, dressers, wardrobes and a separate bathroom. Unseen was the attached guest apartment, kitchen and den. A seating area was to one side in from of huge windows that overlooked the lake and afforded an amazing view of the highlands.

Annabeth turned and sealed the door, casting both "Colloportus" and the more advanced "etclaude ostiumhoc" to ensure privacy.

"Sorry, but all the portraits of the former headmasters out there watch and listen to everything, and they can communicate with other magical portraits of themselves in other places. All of them have portraits at the ministry. A nice way to communicate without a phone system, but it leaves a lot to be desired as far as privacy goes. Fortunately my predecessors were smart enough to not put any in here. Now we can talk in private." Annabeth said as she removed her wizarding robe, placing it on a hanger, and stood before Mitchell in her blouse and skirt ensemble. He had removed his blazer and cast it over a chair.

"I bet you're glad to have that off, I've been burning up in this jacket, I hope you don't mind." Mitchell said.

"Oh no, please make yourself comfortable. I don't think wizards have discovered light outerwear yet and I have to hang my robes up because you would not believe how quickly they wrinkle. Fortunately, there's a spell for that. Can I ask you something Mitchell?"

"Sure."

"I know about amokinesis. I know that's a power you and your siblings have. Are you using it on me today, or have you been?"

"What? No, I mean, not consciously. It can be active or passive, I would never actively use it on you Annabeth," he lied; "I mean, if we were in a relationship perhaps but no, its wrong to abuse a power; but as far as the passive side, I can't turn it off anymore than you can stop being smart. So, no, I mean, I'm not trying to use it. Please believe me."

"Oh I do, its just I'm feeling things I haven't felt in a long time, I, are you feeling this thing too?" She asked as she rapidly pointed back and forth between her self and Mitchell.

"You mean the me and you thing? Yes. Very much so," he smiled.

"That's good, so I'm not about to make a fool of myself" Annabeth grinned, "So, uh, I haven't felt really attractive in quite a while, and I haven't felt attracted to anyone in a long time either so, well, I'm kind of giddy inside. Its like part of me was dead and is being reborn. If you were using it actively, I would ask you to stop, but I'm not sure I would really want you to," Annabeth said as she stepped close so that they were only inches apart.

"You are an incredible and beautiful woman with a mind that stuns me, are you sure you're not using it on me? I mean, the mind is really the most erogenous place and I just love to hear you talk, the way you're in command of everything its, well, its really sexy."

"Really?"

"Yes, I've always been intimidated by smart women, but totally into them. You're the smartest person I know so…"

For a moment they just looked into each other's eyes. Annabeth was tall, but Mitchell was a few inches taller, which was nice as far as she was concerned. His eyes and smile were intoxicating, and the closer she got to him; the closer she wanted to be. She was drawn to him in a way she couldn't quite understand. Time and the cares of the world just seemed to slip away.

Things began to happen that she wasn't really paying attention to, as just his presence and kisses were a distraction from the rest of existence. It began when she found herself kissing him, not even knowing when she started. Her hands were about his waist, the sliding up to his pecs, feeling his rippled abs along the way. She wondered if it were possible for a guy to have a less than zero body fat index because when she touched him she felt nothing except sexy muscle.

Their kisses became more passionate and Annabeth became lost in the moments as they passed. She had only brief glimpses of lucidity when she noticed things that had already occurred, and wondered how they came about.

'His body feels nice, his skin is so smooth' Annabeth thought as her tongue danced with his in her mouth, 'Wait, when did he take his shirt off? Oh, I did that, I remember, the buttons were difficult because of all the starch in the fabric, we talked about that and… when did I take my blouse off? And oh gods that feels so good, he has a way with breasts and… where did my bra go?'

'Why… how, oh fuck I'm topless in front of Mitchel Laurens, its really nice, much cooler with out that on… mmmm he feels good in my hand, nice and hard, long and thick but not too long and th… oh fuck his pants are off and I'm giving him a hand job. I uh… hmmm…that feels really nice I wonder what it would feel like if…'

'He's grabbing my ass, well I guess, I mean, he liked looking at it I… I should step out of this skirt, I could trip with it bunched up around my ankles like that and… when did he take my skirt off? Oh gods he's so hard…'

'Did I put on nice panties this morning? Oh yeah, the green lacy ones that are between a thong and boy shorts, I look cute in those and his hand is sliding down the front of them and… and… and there is a man's fingers inside me and he knows just how and where to touch and…'

'Oh gods! Oh gods! Oh gods! I'm cumming! I, I , I,… Oh gods that feels so good! I don't do stuff like this so fast… I don't think… I, I, I'm turning into a slut! I want to be a slut! I want to be Mitchell's slut for him to use as he wishes. Oh fuck that feels so good! Fuck I want him so bad, I just have to… and her thoughts were completely lost as an amazing climax washed over her. Mitchell's fingers danced inside her in just the perfect way, with the rest of his hand manipulating the sweetest spot she possessed. Just the right pressure, just the right touch, everything he did felt divine. Annabeth's body trembled and shook as she gasped for breath as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back until she only saw stars and sparkles. She almost blacked out completely and in that moment felt infinite.

Unable stand, she slowly sat on the bed, with Mitchell assisting her. As she did he pulled his fingers from her, and while she tried to catch her breath, he gently forced them into her mouth. Annabeth wantonly sucked her juices from his fingers and had she thought about it would have been completely grossed out, but in the moment it was the just hottest thing ever.

She finally was able to recover some of her senses.

'Hold up. I'll regret this if we take it too far; I'm not a first date girl… I've only been on one first date and I got thrown in a lake then.'

"Mitchell wait," Annabeth panted, as he laid her back on the bed. She felt her legs open pretty much on their own as her body sought to welcome him inside. But she just couldn't do that yet. Although waiting was really the last thing in the world her body wanted to do, she managed to say, "I can't… there are things we should be doing now that I'm not comfortable in doing yet, its just really fast for me, you understand?"

"Oh uh, sure" he said the disappointment showing in his voice. "I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away and"

"No, I got carried away, its on me, you have done nothing wrong and have nothing to apologize for, and I'm not saying we should stop really, its just, I'm not ready to, uh… Mitchell I, I'm in a weird place emotionally and I…" She said as she slowly sat back up, still trembling, "Okay, look. I weak and vulnerable right now, I need you to promise we won't do it, uh, you know, fuck. Please don't fuck me. If you tried, I couldn't resist, but it's not the way I am, that's just too soon. Later I would get weird and make things awkward, more awkward than right now and… Please say you won't fuck me." Annabeth finally was able to utter.

"Oh. You mean ever?"

Annabeth looked at his incredible body, especially the throbbing penis protruding from him, and answered.

"No, we are defiantly going to, just, not right now, you understand? You're definitely going to fuck me until I have trouble sitting down or walking straight, You're going to put your little baby Mitchell's inside me or pull out and put them wherever, go porn star on my chest and face, I don't care, I'm on birth control for the first and the second, well that would just be really erotic, and… nasty and… hot. Just not today, I'm just not a first date girl on that. I want you more than anything, I just can't. I know, I'm totally fucked up when it comes to romance." Annabeth answered, now having caught her breath enough to make complete sentences. She still tingled all over from her climax, as well as her heightened arousal, and was still not in total control of herself, but she had at least plateaued.

"Oh. I can live with that," he grinned. "So hands only today?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh!" Annabeth replied as she realized her hand had returned to him and was lovingly stroking his erection.

'When did I start doing that again? Gods his cock is beautiful, it's just the yummiest looking thing ever and I… Oh.'

"No Mitchell, I, well I've only been on two first dates and the other was when I was a teen, but now, well I really like you but I'm not a first date girl as far as getting laid goes. I don't think. Now that I've grown up, I think I could be a first date girl in another way. I've never tried it on a first date but it seems to be the norm among people these days. I think I could try to be a first date blowjob woman. I mean, it's a sure thing for you. Totally. Do you like it when women suck you off? I'm kinda into it," She replied as she looked up, grinned, then opened her mouth and placed him on her tongue before swallowing him as deep as she could, her standard opening move.

'Oh fuck, he even tastes good and smells good and… how did I get it that deep? I could never do that before with gagging and… oh, more Aphrodite magic. Well. This is going to be fun!'

Annabeth tore into him with whorish abandon and he loved every second of it. If truth were know, so did she. When she first gave oral years ago it was with romantic zeal but physical reluctance. It just seemed weird, skeezy, and gross. Still, she was in love and wanted her ex to be happy so she learned to accept it, then came relish the power it made her feel by bringing joy and satisfaction, while being superficially submissive. It was erotic and enjoyable, although physically she didn't get a lot out of it except for a high protein dessert. This was different.

As it progressed, Mitchell became more dominant and was no longer just receiving Annabeth's affections, but was now controlling them.

He grasped her ponytail firmly, not quite pulling it, but definitely taking control and limiting her movement, then began just thrusting himself in and out of her face as he groaned and she continued to lick and suckle his delicious member.

For her part, Annabeth began to feel weird. Her heart raced, she felt hot all over, and every nerve in her body was tingling as if something wonderful was about to happen. It felt like another climax of her own was coming on, but how was that possible?

'Aphrodite magic. She might be out fucking up lives full time but the gifts she gives her children are first rate!' Annabeth thought.

This continued a minute or so until with a guttural groan Mitchell seized up, went so deep his sac was resting on Annabeth's chin, and he began to swell and throb in her mouth and throat. He pulled back most of the way so that his first shot of ejaculate landed on her tongue and filled her mouth and she began to shake and tremble as something wonderful happened to her as well.

Oh gods he even tastes good so sweet and a little salty like ooooooohhhh fuck I'm cumming again! How, why… His semen… or maybe just… whatever he fucks… has an orgasm… Ohhhhhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!'

That was Annabeth's last coherent thought for a while and when she returned to reality she was trying to catch her breath again and was laying on the bed with Mitchell's arm around her. She felt warm and tingly all over, and her mouth had a wonderful aftertaste of his sweet, salty semen.

"So…"

"So?"

"So that thing happened" Annabeth grinned, then her eye caught the alarm clock on the nightstand and she was dragged kicking and screaming away from the post orgasmic dream state she was in.

"I wish it could happen some more, but I need to get cleaned up for dinner," she continued after a moment.

"Me too" Mitchell whispered as he drew a finger between her still heaving breasts, down her abs and to her wet vag. "You have plans for after dinner?" Mitchell smiled.

"Well, I have to do some architectural work I promised, but that should only take an hour. What did you have in mind?"

"Nothing really, I'd like to see the rest of this place, it's a cool old castle."

"Oh, yeah, sure, we can go exploring, it is architecturally interesting and I still haven't seen most of it," Annabeth said.

"You sound disappointed."

"No, I just thought you were asking if I wanted to continue this." Annabeth replied.

"Oh. So you like me?" Mitchell giggled.

"Mitchell! Of course I like you! I put your junk in my mouth! I let you cum in my mouth, didn't I? You remember that? That's a sure sign a woman likes you!" Annabeth laughed. She had been in a dark place emotionally for so long that even vulgar and childish bedroom talk made her giddy inside.

"So my girlfriend likes it when I put my junk in her mouth, that's reassuring. A lot of women aren't really into…"

"And she lets you cum there. Don't forget that. Swallows too! What do you mean by girlfriend?" Annabeth smiled.

"Well, I mean, what are we?"

"Well if I wasn't your girlfriend I guess I wouldn't let you put your junk in my mouth would I? Geez, what sort of slutty girls do you hang around with?" Annabeth laughed. "So your only plans for after dinner are to wander around the castle? Sounds super interesting," She said with a grin and a roll of her eyes.

"No, I want to lick your taint too." He grinned.

"You want to… Okay, I'm down," Annabeth giggled although she wasn't really sure what a 'taint' was. "Now, I need a shower and you need, well, you're perfect. But I don't think we should walk into the meeting together. Too many wagging tongues and half the people here already don't think I'm up for the job."