"Hi, Phil..."
A voice came from behind me. As I looked up, I was taken aback to find a fifth-year Ravenclaw girl standing there, calling out to me in the middle of the library at an unusually late hour. Being a Hufflepuff from the same year, I knew a few of the Ravenclaws from shared classes, but we had never really interacted beyond basic greetings.
"Hello..." I managed to respond, my curiosity piqued by her unexpected approach.
She appeared slightly flustered, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson as she fidgeted with her fingers. Her words seemed to stumble out in a hurried, almost nervous manner.
"Erm... I have heard you make massage stones. I was wondering if you still sell them!"
As she spoke, her blush deepened, and her speech became a flurry of hushed words, almost as if she couldn't believe she was asking about it.
"You heard about them?" I asked, feeling a sense of pride in my accomplishment.
It had started as a small project for my Runes class when Abigail, a friend from the Quidditch team, complained about the soreness she and the other girls experienced after rigorous practices. Since I was looking for an idea, I jumped on the opportunity presenting itself.
It had been no simple task. Countless trials and errors led me to develop a unique rune sequence that imbued the stones with a subtle vibration. After that, it was only a matter of calibration to make them pleasurable to the touch.
But my work didn't stop there. My latest endeavor was to allow users to customize the intensity of the vibrations by aligning more or fewer power generator runes on the vibrating sequence.
"Well, unfortunately for you, I am currently out of stock," I confessed, "I need a few days to make more, but after that, sure, I can give you one."
The demand for my massage stones had taken me by surprise. Who could have guessed that such seemingly simple creations would ignite so much excitement among the girls? It seemed that word had spread like wildfire, and each time a girl learned about them, she yearned to get one.
Not that I minded—quite the contrary. The enthusiastic pool of eager samplers provided invaluable feedback to refine and enhance my design.
The Ravenclaw nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"It's okay, I can wait. Could you please inform me when you have one available?"
"Hey! Didn't I tell you to deal with me about your order?" Abigail snapped.
But before I could respond further, our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sudden appearance of my friend Abigail, her damp red hair suggesting she had just gotten out of the shower. Her usual cheerful demeanor was replaced with an unexpected hint of aggression directed at the Ravenclaw girl, who swiftly excused herself and retreated without a word.
"What was that?" I asked, my brow furrowing in genuine confusion at Abigail's sudden outburst.
"She was just trying to go behind my back," She retorted tersely. "So have you finished your Potion essay? I could definitely use a hand with it."
"Wait a second," I insisted, my voice firm but gentle, "you can't just barge in, make a beautiful girl talking to me run away, and then act like nothing happened!"
Abigail raised an eyebrow, half amused and half exasperated. "Still working on getting a girlfriend, huh?"
"Well, unlike some people with stunning bodies and captivating wit," I retorted playfully, "no one is exactly lining up to have a date with me."
"Oh, you flattering charmer!" Abigail chuckled, her mood lightening as the tension dissipated.
Her words were teasing, but they held a hint of truth. Abigail seemed to effortlessly capture the attention of numerous admirers, while my love life was, in comparison, disappointingly empty. It wasn't that girls didn't like me. Unlike some of my fellow men, I never shied away from engaging in open conversations with them, even about topics that some considered "girl stuff", like periods. After all, my curiosity had nearly led me to join the ranks of the Ravenclaw on my first day at Hogwarts.
Unfortunetely, it seemed that this approach had the side effect of making me barely registered as a potential love interest. I was akin to a gay friend without actually being attracted to men. Great...
"So, seriously, Abi, what was going on with that girl?" I pressed, eager to understand the sudden tension that had flared between Abigail and the Ravenclaw.
She sighed while contemplating whether to share her secret. "I suppose I would have to come clean sooner or later," she relented. "You remember all those stones I asked you to create for the girls in our year?"
"I couldn't possibly forget the entire weekend I spent crafting them all," I replied dryly.
"Sorry about that," she offered, as she always did when the topic arose. Due to a miscommunication, I ended up engraving several dozen stones over a single weekend when, in fact, I had the whole week to complete the order. It had been an intense experience, but it had honed my skills to the point where I could almost engrave the intricate runes with closed eyes now.
"No worries," I assured her, dismissing any lingering concern.
However, her next admission caught me off guard.
"You had the impression I just give the stones for free and I didn't disabuse you. The truth is I sell them for five Galleons."
A flicker of anger surfaced on my face, the feeling of being deceived gnawing at me. She quickly raised her hands in an attempt to defuse the situation, understanding my frustration.
"Wait! I didn't keep the money for myself! As a matter of fact, everything is here," she explained, placing a well-rounded pouch on the table before me. "I know your stones are just an experiment on the side for you, but let me explain."
The anger receded a little. Being used for money was definitely not a good feeling. Abi better has an excellent explanation as to why she deceived me like that. Taking a deep breath, she began her tale.
"When I first gave your stones to the Quidditch team, they were just glad to relieve their back pain. But your stones have quickly been diverted for another usage. Another type of relief," she confessed, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.
I raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure where she was heading with this revelation.
"You know, for someone as open-minded as you about sexuality, you sure are slow on the uptake," Abigail teased.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. I could only manage a whispered, "No... Don't tell me that..." in utter shock.
"Yes," she responded mischievously, clearly relishing the moment.
My hand instinctively went to pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to make sense of it all. "Are you seriously telling me that I am responsible for the introduction of sextoys in Hogwarts?!" I exclaimed, my voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.
Abigail nodded with a sly grin, "Well, girls didn't wait for you to bring their dildos with them. Muggleborns and Half-bloods are already quite familiar with the concept. But we do take it upon ourselves to educate the Purebloods on the subject."
A snicker escaped my lips at the thought of a clandestine Hogwarts sex education class led by Abigail and her fellow Muggleborn friends. It seemed like the magical world was not immune to the curiosity and exploration of human desires, even if it had to adapt to the constraints of the wizarding world. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a black market of enchanted sex toys within the castle walls. That shouldn't surprise me that much since the boys do exactly the same with porn magazines. So, the wizard ones are preferred with their animated pictures.
Abigail's eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, "But vibrators? Ah, you are indeed the sole responsible for that. Magic fries the circuit of Muggle vibrators. So many have fallen for that trap."
She delivered her statement with a dramatic flair, feigning a tear as if mourning the demise of countless Muggle vibrators. The image of a military funeral, complete with girls of the dormitory saluting the fallen devices, came to mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the whimsical scene in my head.
"So, Hogwarts now has its very own enchanted line of vibrators?" I asked, shaking my head in amusement and amazement.
Abigail nodded, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "Yes, and it's all thanks to your magical touch," she teased, "Why do you think the girls are so eager to get their hands on your work? You are the only one who managed to make a functioning vibrator! And since you hide the rune sequence you used, you got yourself a freaking monopoly."
I had indeed employed a standard technique among rune inventors, concealing my sequence under a protective lid and linking it to a security rune. Opening the lid without the right password would result in the destruction of the main rune sequence, ensuring its secrecy. It seemed that my extra effort in safeguarding the enchantment paid off.
"Ok, ok, I see your point. But you still didn't explain why you decided to sell my creations instead of just giving them!" I probed, curious to understand her motivations.
Abigail's expression shifted, becoming unreadable, and her tone turned slightly sour.
"Well, since the beginning of the year, the professors have been nagging us about the OWLS. And I started to think about what I would do after Hogwarts. I talked about it with some of the Pureblood girls because I thought they would have a few pieces of advice. But all I got was a description of the jobs they'll probably inherit from someone in their family and how I will probably only be able to be a lowly grunt for some of them."
"Oh..."
I, too, was a Muggleborn, and the reality of facing limited prospects after leaving Hogwarts had never registered with me. If it wasn't for Abigail, I probably never would have heard of it until it was too late.
"Yes, oh..." She continued, her tone softening. "And suddenly, out of nowhere, you offer me your first prototype of the vibrating stone. I'll admit, at first, I didn't have a lot of faith in your project, but after a few tests, I realized the potential of it."
She fidgeted, equally eager and relieved to share her idea.
"I know it will sound a bit crazy, but hear me out," she said, her eyes gleaming with determination. "This is why I sold the stones, to give us a bit of funding. What if we created the first magical sex shop in England? There is an entire market to satisfy! Literally, I mean!"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the bad pun, but her idea was audacious, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. The prospect of opening a magical sex shop was uncharted territory. However, it was also a daring venture that stirred a sense of excitement within me.
"Sure, we could make more vibrators. Just adapting the Muggles' ones would give us a good base for a catalog," I mused out loud, my mind already racing with possibilities. "But we can't rely on just that."
Her smirk told me that she had more up her sleeve, and I eagerly leaned in to hear her thoughts.
"Indeed. Muggles have already done a lot of work for us," she said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "We would have to adapt every one of their products to the wizarding world—sex toys, lingerie, creams, lotions. And then, there are all the possibilities opened by magic with enchanted objects, spells, and potions."
Her ideas spilled forth and I couldn't help but be amazed by the depth of her vision. She continued with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"For example, you know the Weasleys already have a potion for temporarily transforming a person's gender? They only use it for pranks because it barely lasts 15 minutes. But don't you think people would love to get their hands on a dose to experiment with sex from the other side?"
Her suggestion was bold and unapologetic, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her ingenuity. I would be the first to get one if I could.
"Potions already have a large number of concoctions usable for sex," she continued, "I'm pretty sure a lot of people have tried a Swelling Potion on their dick or boobs. But they can't do it safely because no one will tell them how much to use or even how. That, we could do. Sure, we would sell an easy-to-make potion, but in one-time doses with clear instructions and an antidote. No need to go to St. Mungo's in shame because you tried to inflate your dick too much!"
"You've thought about this extensively, haven't you?" I asked, still taken aback by her meticulous planning.
"Well, there are worse ways to spend time in History of Magic than thinking about sex," she replied with a wink, her unabashed confidence shining through.
As I considered her proposal, I couldn't deny that the idea held a certain appeal.
"So, what do you say? Are you on board?" she pressed, her eyes searching mine for an answer.
Her passion was contagious, and my own sense of pride in helping others experience pleasure through my enchanted creations swelled within me. With a smile, I nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I'm in."
Abigail's face lit up with joy.
"Now, tell me more about your ideas," I urged, eager to delve into the magical possibilities that lay ahead.
"Currently, I am working on testing the Tickling Charm on clitoris..." she began, and as we continued to exchange ideas and plans, the seeds of a magical sex shop began to take root in our imaginations.
Hello everyone,
I hope you like this idea of this story. I'm not sure if I will add more chapters to it even if I have already more idea of diverting magic for sex. Let me know if that what you want. If you have idea on your own, you can PM me or post it in a review.
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Have a good day,
Alykto