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Magically Marvelous
Chapter 5
"No beach, no bikini, no titties …" he mumbled as beads of sweat rolled from his hairline, down his cheeks, and onto his neck. Even past midnight, it was hot and humid. "What's the point of being the real-life James Bond if you're not allowed to chase women?"
When Harry had been a kid and watched the old James Bond movies, he always imagined himself doing what the famous spy did. He laid on his little mattress in the cramped confines of the cupboard under the stairs and dreamed of going on dangerous and exciting missions. He dreamed that it was him walking on the beach when a bikini-clad woman accidentally water skied into his arms. He dreamed of shootouts and high-tech toys that could get him out of any sticky situation. The movies promised him a life of high-stakes international intrigue with tons of women desperate to sleep with him.
"Well that was a fucking lie," he mumbled quietly as he gripped the trunk of a palm tree with his legs while he attached a wireless camera high up in the air. To make matters worse, there was a sea breeze blowing in from the Pacific which was making the thin-trunked trees sway back and forth dangerously. "Probably why she gave me this particular job," he grumbled.
It was his job to place cameras high up in the trees to get a good top-down view of the streets surrounding the yellow house on the top of the hill. Natasha was finding suitable places to place them down on the ground. "I never saw James Bond doing this!" he grunted as he relaxed his grip and slid down the trunk. He winced as his crotch and thighs took a beating from the harsh friction.
"Sorry, Harry, but there's no Pussy Galore in your future," Natasha's teasing voice crackled over his earpiece. Harry glared.
"Have you been listening in this whole time?" he asked.
"Of course. It's been very amusing listening to you complain like a little girl," she answered.
"I'm not complaining! But is it too much to ask for one evil, sexy woman to seduce me for vital information?" he asked incredulously.
"News flash, but James Bond isn't real," she chuckled. "Are you done placing them?" she asked over their highly encoded communication device.
"Yeah. Just finished," he responded.
"Good. Meet me at the foot of the hill," she told him without saying anything more. Harry sighed and snuck down the hill. Wearing all black in the middle of the night kept him from being spotted. Once he was back at their meeting area, they went back behind a large bush where their bag was hidden. They quickly removed their black clothes in the darkness of the night and put on their normal clothes. When they were done, they kicked the bag further into the bush. It would be retrieved soon after by their backup team. Side by side they walked away from the hill. Harry pulled out a device from his pocket and clicked the button. A ball of light flew from his Deluminator and relit the darkened streetlight.
"You really need to make me one of those," she told him as she threaded her arm through his, playing the part of a couple on vacation.
Magically Marvelous
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he yawned. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked to the side and saw that the spot next to him was empty. Just then, Natasha came out of the bathroom wearing her normal sleep attire during their time together. Harry had to admit, she looked incredible. The panties she wore were small enough to accentuate her womanly curves, but not so small as to show everything she had to offer. She turned around to dig inside the dresser drawer, and Harry saw that the back of her panties was riding up her ass, showing most of her jutting cheeks. When she turned back around, he got a good view of her front. She was wearing her very thin camisole top which looked to be made of silk. It was loose enough to show a decent amount of cleavage when she leaned forward. The best part, in Harry's horny opinion, was that it did nothing to hide the fact that her nipples were hard. She liked having the AC on full blast at night to which Harry wholeheartedly agreed. It was much more comfortable to be cold and wrap yourself in a blanket rather than be too hot. The mornings were always a bit chilly.
Not bothering to hand out a perverted comment about her lovely form, instead, Harry got out of bed and went into the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth. "Have you heard anything from the other team?" he called out loudly through the door.
"Not yet," he heard Natasha answer. "They've been watching the camera feeds all night and haven't seen anything suspicious."
Harry nodded even though there was no one there to see him. "Looks like we have some time off," she added. Harry smiled.
"The beach?" he called out.
"Fine," she huffed.
"Yes!" He pumped his fist in a Billy Idol-esque fashion.
Just as he suspected, Natasha looked amazing in a teeny bikini. She looked even better when she was rubbing sunblock all over herself. There were quite a few people enjoying the sun and surf. It was the waning days of tourist season for the city, but enough were still there to keep things exciting. Natasha's curvy body certainly was keeping things exciting enough. Harry noticed that most male eyes in the area were pointed in her direction. Harry rolled his eyes. Yes, Natasha was very attractive, but it wasn't like she was the only woman around. These men were acting like horny schoolchildren.
"Rub this on my back, love," Natasha smiled sexily at him while laying on her front. Harry nearly tripped over his feet while trying to grab the bottle from her. At the moment, he was very happy to play the part of her boyfriend. She had explained to him that sometimes, while on an undercover mission, you needed to be seen acting in a way that supported your cover story. She and Harry were supposed to be a couple on vacation. It only made sense that they should be seen out and about doing the things that couples would normally do.
Suddenly, a wicked idea came to him. Smiling deviously, he squirted a big glob of the sunblock onto his palm and started to work it into the soft, smooth skin of her back. He concentrated and used a small portion of the power of the stone in his hand. He molded and shaped that power in a way that only he had ever been able to do. He still remembered when Hermione had talked to him about it.
A Very Long Time Ago
"So there's nothing we can do about the changing?" Harry asked his best friend desperately. Despite Harry appearing to be in his early to mid-thirties, Hermione appeared to be in her late forties.
"I only have a hypothesis," she told him. Harry always viewed her intelligence in the same light as he did Dumbledore's. Their guesses were probably better than most people's facts. As such, he was eager to hear it.
"Anything to help fix what this damn Resurrection Stone is doing to me!" he ground out, rubbing his palm with his thumb.
"I've told you a hundred times … It's not a Resurrection Stone. I've studied it for years now. I've done research in every magical library in the world. From what I could gather, scholars think that during the creation of our universe, a number of stones were created … remnants from the earliest primeval forces. Resurrection is not a fundamental aspect of existence. Instead, I would call it the Death Stone, which would cover resurrection as well."
"I don't care what it's called, Hermione. I just care about what it's doing to me," Harry told her.
"Your stone … all of the stones really … they demand a price. The more you take, the more you must give. Remember the Tale of the Three Brothers?"
"You always said it was just a fairytale used to scare children," Harry reminded her.
"The supposed origin of the objects is ridiculous, of course, but the story itself could be seen as a warning. The brother with the stone used it excessively, and things didn't end well for him. I have a theory that instead of killing himself, the stone actually twisted him into a Dementor … the first Dementor. As the stone changed hands, others used it as well. Eventually, there were enough of them that they started breeding."
"So you're saying that every time I use it, it's sucking up power from my soul or something?" Harry asked, incredulous. She nodded. Harry felt sick to his stomach.
"I know you blame yourself for what happened," she said kindly, moving next to him and placing her hand on his. Harry threaded his fingers through hers. "But you have to stop using the stone to see them. You can't ever use it again," she warned him. With tearful eyes, Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione sighed in relief. A part of her thought that Harry wouldn't care and would continue to use the stone.
"Good. Now, I've studied your situation. You change when you get frightened or particularly worked up. Obviously, this is a problem. Your body is nearly saturated in the power of the stone, and you need to drain it. That won't make you stop changing all of the sudden, but it will slow it down. Over time, if you keep draining the power from your body and stop using the true power of the stone, then I think you'll stop changing. Or at least you won't change unless the circumstances are severe," she told him smartly.
"Okay. How do I drain the power?" Harry asked, wondering if she even knew.
"Remember how you said that you can feel the difference between your magic and the stone's power?" she asked. Harry nodded, and Hermione smiled. "Try to mix the two into one. That should continually drain the stone's power safely while giving a boost to your natural magic." Still holding his hand, she continued to try and teach him.
That had been so long ago that even Harry had trouble remembering it. He owed everything to his greatest friend, and he missed her dearly. He wouldn't lie, there were times when he really wanted to use the Death Stone again to talk to her. He never would, of course, and she forced him to promise not to on her deathbed. He would never break his final promise to her. Throughout the years, Harry learned how to mix his magic with the residual power of the stone. It made his magic incredibly potent. Sometimes, he wondered if it had a mind of its own. It would often do what he wanted with only a brief thought. So when Harry's hands glided over Natasha's gorgeous skin, and he wanted to make her feel good, he wasn't surprised when he felt her body jump.
Magically Marvelous
Natasha held in a yelp as the most pleasurable sensation that she had ever felt washed over her body. Not being ready, it completely shocked her. It was only through her years of intense training, both in the Red Room and later with SHIELD, that she didn't show an outward indication of what she was experiencing. Of course, she knew that Harry could feel her surprise … the bastard. He must have known what he was doing to her body. As his fingertips traced her spine, she was forced to use all of her willpower to not open her mouth and moan. It was impossible to describe the sensation that she was feeling. It was as if every nerve-ending in her body was being torturously teased in the naughtiest ways possible. Again, a pulse of his power washed over her. The only sign that she gave was the clenching of her hands into fists. She had never felt a full-body orgasm before. Her breathing intensified as she began to tingle from the top of her head, down to the tip of her toes. She was just about to start rubbing her thighs together when Harry mercifully stopped. Had they been alone, she probably would have smacked him before throwing him on the bed and fucking his brains out. Thankfully, they were out in public which helped her keep a cool head. "There you go, honey," she heard the bastard say in a teasing voice. Clearing her throat, she decided not to dignify his stupidity with a response. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her shoulder. "I'm going in for a swim. Join me if you want."
As much as she wanted to tell him to stuff it, she decided that a dip in the cool water might help her calm down and get her back on track. Unfortunately, now she had to walk through a sea of staring men with a bikini top that did nothing to hide her level of arousal. She was going to make Potter pay.
Magically Marvelous
"I said I was sorry! Jeez!" Harry winced as he rubbed his sore shin. They were back in their room after spending a few hours down at the beach. Natasha "hmmmph'ed" him before turning her back and going into the bathroom.
"I'm taking a shower first. A very loooooooong shower!" she threatened as the door closed. She made it clear that Harry would have to sit there all sandy, salty, and gross while he thought about his actions. Harry was just about to roll his eyes when a crackling sound came through his earpiece.
"Suspect has joined another in a black SUV. Facial recognition identifies him as Aleksei Sytsevich, a mid-level thug from the Russian Mafia … only …" the voice said, sounding unsure.
"Only what?" Harry asked.
"Only he's bigger, and grayer, and more rhinoey," the voice described him as best as he could. "Orders sir?"
"Keep tracking their movements. Continuously report their position," he told them.
"Yes, sir," the voice said before cutting out.
"NATASHA!" Harry called out loudly. A few seconds later, the redhead came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and an annoyed expression. Before she could threaten him, he filled her in. She quickly put her earpiece back in and talked to the other team. After a few quick seconds, she barked her orders which were similar to his.
"Looks like our showers will have to wait. We need to follow them," she told him. Harry waved his hand at her which caused her long, red hair to flutter as if it was caught in a breeze. She shuddered and looked at him questioningly.
"Cleaning Charm," he answered her unasked question. "It's not as good as a shower, but it'll do in a pinch," he told her as he did the same to himself.
"Thanks," she replied as she quickly got dressed in the bathroom. Harry changed as well, and within moments, both were ready to go. They grabbed their emergency bags and high-tailed it down to the parking garage where a car had been stashed for them just in case they needed it. Natasha reached underneath the car and removed the hidden keys from its magnetic holder. She unlocked the doors and jumped in the driver's seat. Harry barely had time to close the door before she was tearing out of the garage. Pressing a few buttons on her phone, they were then connected to the other team over the car's speakers.
"Suspects are heading south on State Highway 15," they told them. Natasha drove as fast as possible while trying to avoid raising suspicions. They were sure that the Sinaloa Cartel had spies and lookouts in every town and city in their Mexican State. Once they were on the highway, she was able to floor it. "We've just passed El Castillo," the team told them.
Harry opened his emergency bag and pulled out his SHIELD-issued handgun and extra mags. He then opened Natasha's and handed her gun to her. She took the gun and secured it at her side. It didn't take long before they were coming up on the backup team. They saw their car, and Natasha called them off.
"We see you. Break away and we'll take over," she ordered. The other car turned down a side road where they would hang back. They would stay close in case backup was needed. They continued to follow the SUV and were a bit surprised when they passed by the Mazatlán International Airport. Instead, they drove until they reached Villa Union and took Highway 40 toward Durango. The journey was both boring and intense at the same time. All they did was follow the black SUV at a far distance, but both knew that things could pop off at any moment. Harry's heart began to beat a little bit faster when they reached Malpica and turned off on a dirt, mountain road.
The area around the small town was made up of large hills and low mountains and was completely deserted. Harry and Natasha had to hang far back and use instructions from a mini drone that was flying high overhead. When they finally reached a secluded spot, the black SUV stopped. The drone operator led them to a hill where they could watch from a distance. They pulled the binoculars from their bags and got out of the car. Hiding behind a large rock, they peeked their heads out and watched what was happening.
What the other team had described was indeed true. The Russian didn't appear human anymore. He was massive with big, hulking muscles, but the strangest thing about him was his skin. It was completely gray with rhinoceros horns sticking out of the top of his head. The only thing that remained human was his face. They turned on the recording features and streamed the footage back to Fury who had just joined them over their earpieces. Harry zoomed in as the arms dealer walked over to some shrubbery and pulled it aside, revealing that it was fake.
"We need to see what it was hiding," Fury told them. They zoomed in as far as possible but found it difficult to see. The dealer and Sytsevich looked down into the shallow pit before the dealer knelt down and picked something up. It appeared to be a high-tech rifle of some sort. They walked back toward the SUV. They talked for a few minutes when suddenly Sytsevich slammed his open palm into the side of the SUV angrily. The dealer took a few steps back while the SUV rocked violently from side to side. They watched with bated breath while they continued to make a deal. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the dealer placed his hand on his ear.
"What's he doing?" Harry asked. Natasha didn't get a chance to answer before the Rhino snatched the weapon from the dealer's grasp and swung it around. A flash of light blasted from the end of the barrel. Harry was barely able to grab Natasha's arm before a bolt of plasma ripped into their car, sending it head over heels in a fiery cartwheel.
Natasha gasped for breath when they reappeared on an adjacent hill. Their binoculars were fried from the sudden Apparation. Thankfully, SHIELD had been able to protect their earpieces knowing that it would be incredibly important for him to remain in contact when doing his thing. A crackle was followed by Fury's surprised voice. "Chopper … incoming …" was all they heard. It took a moment for the earpieces to recalibrate after all.
They looked up in time to see a military-style helicopter swoop down low and hover in place. Ropes dropped down from the chopper and cartel-controlled militants descended down in military gear while holding assault rifles. Harry and Natasha looked at each other.
"I did say there might be a shootout," she reminded him while checking her handgun. All Harry could do was chuckle as he checked his own.
