CHAPTER 11: MAGIC AND DESIRE
In that moment, amidst the grandeur and elegance of the evening, unspoken promises and silent hopes lingered in the air, weaving a tale that transcended mere words and gestures.
She slipped into the tub and he let them have a moment to allow the awkwardness to descend, enjoying the sight of their busty breasts floating above the water. Below the bubbles, he was rock hard, his cock large and throbbing. Did they think he too wore his underwear, underneath the water, Harry thought absently. He'd have to disabuse them of that notion. He suddenly hissed in fake pain, holding his shoulder as he bent over in agony. With a pull of his thumb, his wound opened up, and though it wasn't a deep cut, it was spewing blood impressively.
"Hannah, are you okay?!" she squealed, her voice echoing faintly in the cavern's damp silence.
"Yeah," Harry grimaced, wincing against the pain shooting through his side. "I think. Sorry to be such a burden. Could you take a look at it for me?"
Hannah kicked strongly through the water, her movements fluid and urgent. "You're not a burden, Harry," she reassured him, her voice tinged with concern. "You're…" She hesitated, her admiration for him clear in her eyes. "You're the strongest person I know."
Harry managed a weak smile, despite the throbbing ache. "Is it bad?"
Hannah reached him and inspected the wound with a practiced eye. "It doesn't look good," she admitted, her brow furrowing in worry. "Susie?" She looked up at Harry with pleading eyes, her gaze earnest and full of unspoken concern.
Susan took her place as Hannah joined my other side, turning my shoulder this way and that. "The cut starts on my shoulder, maybe if I turn around." Harry turned around suddenly, 'accidentally' brushing her with his thick cock. Susan squealed as she felt it on her bare hip and then again as her hand brushed it as she withdrew.
"Fuck! Susan, I'm so sorry. That wasn't intentional, I swear!" Harry's eyes widened in shock.
"No, no, it's-" Susan stammered, her cheeks flushed red.
"What just happened?" Hannah frowned, confusion and concern etched on her face.
"I'm sorry, maybe I should just leave," Harry said, his head hanging low in embarrassment. He began to pull himself out of the water jet, and as he did, his towel slipped, revealing his erection—long, hard, and unmistakably prominent.
"Oh, sweet Merlin," Susan muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed on the unexpected sight.
"Wow," Hannah exclaimed dumbfoundedly, her cheeks turning crimson.
He growled in pain. "Fuck!" Harry swore through gritted teeth. "I can't even pull myself out of the tub, my shoulder is killing me."
"Harry, please," Hannah urged gently, guiding him back into the soothing jet of water. "You're hurt." She retrieved her wand, casting numbing spells to ease his pain.
"Let me do it, Hannah. I'm better at healing spells," Susan interjected, her brow furrowed with concern. She meticulously repeated the healing spells, binding the skin together like stitches before applying another layer of numbing charm to his shoulder.
Harry took a deep breath, the pain subsiding slightly under Susan's skilled touch. "I'm sorry about my reaction. It's just… you two are so beautiful. I can't help it."
"No, it's fine," Susan reassured him, a tentative smile on her lips as her chest rose and fell with each breath. "I was just surprised. You're quite… well-endowed," she murmured, her voice soft.
"Yeah, Harry," Hannah added, her hand gently tilting his chin to meet her gaze instead of Susan's. "It's just a normal physiological reaction. You don't need to be embarrassed. You need to rest and let the healing waters do their work."
The two girls remained steadfast at his side, their comforting warmth reassuring as Harry tentatively drew them closer, his hands gently encircling their hips. They let out surprised squeaks.
"Thank you both," Harry murmured gratefully. "You're both too kind."
"Does this happen often?" Hannah asked, her voice slightly trembling.
Harry chuckled softly. "More often than you might think. Though it's not every day I find myself between two of the most stunning girls Hogwarts has ever seen."
"Oh, stop it," Hannah giggled, nudging him playfully. Susan joined in with a light slap on his elbow, though she couldn't hide her smile.
"But seriously," Harry continued, his tone turning more serious yet playful, "I'm always bursting with magic. It keeps me... energetic, you could say."
Their laughter echoed softly in the quiet corridor, mingling with the flickering light from nearby torches.
"I think it's your charm more than your magic, Harry," Susan teased, her eyes sparkling.
"Well, that too," Harry admitted with a grin, feeling at ease in their company.
Their banter continued as they walked through Hogwarts, the night embracing them with its familiar magic and the promise of new adventures.
"What do you mean?" Hannah asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Oh, Hannah, haven't you heard?" Susan sighed with a mix of exasperation and a blush coloring her cheeks. "Magic is tied to a wizard's vitality. The more powerful they are magically, the, um, more release they require. It's all connected to blood flow and testosterone levels."
"Really?" Hannah's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really," Harry confirmed, choosing his words carefully. "It's not easy, especially when other boys have their own ways of handling it, like magazines or advice from family. But for me..."
"Aww," both girls cooed sympathetically. Hannah reached out, her fingers lightly tracing his bicep, while Susan placed her hand gently on top of his, her touch warm against his hip as she drew circles with her thumb.
Harry looked down at them, seeing admiration and something more in their eyes. Memories of dark times, of battles fought and lives lost, flickered briefly in his mind. Yet, in that moment, the attention and admiration of these two girls made him feel a different kind of power. Women, he realized, were his weakness and his strength.
"And you don't have anyone to talk to about this?" Susan asked softly, her voice filled with concern.
Harry shook his head slightly. "No family, no one who understands."
"We understand," Hannah said earnestly, her voice gentle but firm.
Susan nodded in agreement. "You can talk to us, Harry."
He smiled gratefully at them, feeling a weight lifting off his shoulders. "Thank you, both of you. I appreciate it more than you know."
The corridor seemed warmer now, the torchlight casting flickering shadows around them as they stood together, united in a moment of understanding and support.
Hannah cleared her throat awkwardly. "Um, so…"
Her voice trailed off, eyes slightly wild, her damp hair clinging to her face in a way that Harry found unexpectedly alluring. The effects of the water had not spared their undergarments, leaving their bras entirely transparent, nipples erect against the fabric. The steam from the hot water made the large room feel smaller, more intimate, almost as if they were locked in a cozy Hogwarts maintenance closet.
Leaning closer to Harry, Hannah whispered softly, "Do you find yourself needing… release often?"
"Hannah!" Susan interjected sharply, her voice cutting through the steamy atmosphere and breaking the tension.
Hannah recoiled as if snapped out of a trance, realizing abruptly they weren't alone. "I… I'm sorry," she stammered, cheeks flushing.
Susan fixed Harry with a reproachful look. "Forgive her, Harry. She forgets sometimes you are a noble and head of the Ancient House of Potter. We must maintain decorum."
Harry, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks, nodded silently, grateful for Susan's intervention despite the awkward turn in their conversation.
Hannah gasped, her eyes welling up as she stared at her feet, overwhelmed by the unexpected turn in the conversation.
"Girls, please," Harry interjected gently, sensing the tension rising. "Susan, it's okay. Hannah, it's okay to ask questions like that with me. Sometimes, we don't have anyone else to talk to about these things, right? And Susan, you're not wrong, but Hannah isn't a Knockturn Alley slut. We're all friends here, aren't we?"
He moved between them, placing a reassuring hand on each of their hips, gently guiding them closer together until their eyes met.
Susan bit her lip, her earlier bravado fading as she looked at Hannah. "I'm sorry, Han. I didn't mean..."
Hannah managed a shaky smile through her tears. "It's okay, Susan. I know you didn't mean it like that."
Harry nodded, relieved to see them reconnecting. "Exactly. We're here to support each other, no matter what."
The tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of understanding and solidarity among the three friends.
Oh, the possibilities, Harry thought, stifling his smirk. "It's embarrassing to talk about, but yeah, I jerk off a lot." He admitted. "Sometimes up to six times a day."
Susan's eyes widened in surprise, her hand still covering her mouth. "Six times a day?"
Harry chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, it's not something I'm proud of. Just how it is sometimes."
Hannah's cheeks flushed crimson, a mix of astonishment and curiosity evident in her expression. "Wow, that's... a lot."
Harry shrugged, feeling oddly relieved to share this with his friends. "Yeah, it's embarrassing to talk about, but hey, we said no judgments, right?"
Susan nodded slowly, her earlier shock giving way to understanding. "Right. No judgments."
Hannah bit her lip, trying to process the information. "I guess everyone has their own... habits."
Harry nodded, grateful for their acceptance. "Exactly. And you guys can ask me anything, anytime. No secrets between friends, right?"
They exchanged a tentative smile, the awkwardness fading as their bond grew stronger through honesty and openness.
Harry scratched the back of his head, trying to maintain a straight face as he continued his tall tale. "Yeah, Dumbledore was quite concerned. He even suggested I take up knitting to keep my hands busy, but, you know," he chuckled nervously, "that didn't quite do the trick."
Susan and Hannah exchanged wide-eyed glances, unsure whether to believe him or not.
"I mean, I never imagined…" Susan trailed off, clearly trying to process this newfound information about their friend.
Hannah, ever the empathetic one, nodded thoughtfully. "It must be tough, Harry. Keeping all that power in check."
Harry nodded solemnly, deciding to double down on his fabrication. "Yeah, it's a burden, really. But hey, that's why I've got you guys, right? To keep me grounded."
Susan nodded enthusiastically, though a hint of amusement played at the corners of her mouth. "Absolutely, Harry. We're here for you, no matter what."
Hannah smiled gently. "And we'll make sure you don't blind anyone with a Lumos anytime soon."
Harry stifled a laugh, relieved that his ridiculous excuse seemed to be working. "Thanks, guys. You're the best."
"I have special permission to leave classes whenever I need to. That's why you'll often find me in the Hospital Wing or skipping lessons," Harry explained casually.
"That's why Madam Pomfrey joked about making you your own wing, just for yourself!" Hannah exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Yes," Harry said with mock seriousness, trying to stifle a laugh. He was exaggerating quite a bit, but the attention from the girls and his own growing excitement made it hard to resist. He had told some embellished truths—powerful wizards did have unique needs—but the rest was mostly nonsense. Still, the two girls looked genuinely impressed, leaning closer to him, their eyes fixed on the water as if expecting to see something extraordinary.
As they gazed into the foamy waters, Harry felt a surge of confidence, his pulse quickening. It was like they were drawn to him, like prey to a predator, except instead of blood, it was their curiosity and attraction that he was hunting.
"I never knew," Hannah murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore. The moonlight painted silver streaks across the water, casting a serene glow over the scene.
Susan turned towards her friend, concern etched on her face. "Susan, did you know?!" Hannah's tone was accusatory, as if Susan had been harboring a profound secret all this time.
"No," Susan admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "I knew that wizards needed release, but the rest... I wish, I really wish someone was there to help you, Harry." Her frustration bubbled up, evident in the way she tried to stomp her foot but realized too late that they were standing knee-deep in the lake. She gripped Harry's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his fingers against hers. "I'm going to make sure Auntie and the Ministry treat you well, Harry. You deserve someone to take care of you, especially when you're saving the school, or saving the world." Her voice softened with each word, her concern for him palpable. "To make sure you sleep, to make sure you eat, and to make sure you..." She trailed off abruptly, her cheeks flushing crimson in the moonlight.
The night seemed to hold its breath, a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the nearby trees. Harry looked at Susan, touched by her sincerity and determination. "Thank you, Susan," he said softly, squeezing her hand in return. "I appreciate that more than you know."
Hannah, still lost in thought, finally spoke up. "I never realized how much you've been through, Harry. We're all here for you, you know that?"
Harry nodded gratefully, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as the two friends stood together in the quiet embrace of the night. The stars above shimmered faintly, bearing witness to their bond and the unspoken promise of support that bound them closer than ever.
"I can't, girls," He said, faking anger, wrenching himself out of their hold. "Do you know how hard it is? I need to get out of here. I shouldn't have come here!" He shook himself wildly, trying to escape a lusty haze he was actually beginning to feel. "It's even worse when I've been fighting, the adrenaline and the power flowing through me. Girls, please, help me out of the bath. I can't take it anymore. You're too sexy, your tits and your bodies and the way you smell." He squeezed them hard, flexed his magic aura and after some thought, let it reign entirely, the water bubbling ferociously in response. "I need to cum!"
They trembled with anticipation, their magic intertwining in a shocking, exhilarating dance. Harry sensed Hannah's reaction, a fleeting moment of ecstasy as their powers merged, his enveloping hers in a vast, overwhelming surge.
Breathing heavily, they paused, their eyes locking in a profound understanding. A silent agreement passed between them—a nod, unmistakably Hufflepuff in its solidarity. It was the unspoken pledge of their house, to stand together against injustice, to act with compassion and courage.
"We're going to help the Professor with those mandrakes. We'll put a stop to that Ravenclaw's bullying. And we'll gather funds for Madam Hooch's recovery," Hannah murmured, her voice tinged with determination.
"Or," she added mischievously, her hand deftly gripping Harry's cock, another hand sliding higher up his chest. Harry suppressed a grin, knowing full well the playful defiance in her actions.
"Girls," he warned softly, a mixture of amusement and caution in his tone.
"Hush, Harry," Hannah murmured, her gaze still clouded with the remnants of magical connection.
"But—" Harry began, interrupted by Hannah's gentle, yet firm touch.
"Shut up, Harry," Susan took charge, her voice firm yet laced with a mischievous undertone. "We're going to relieve you. But we want something in return."
Harry blinked, puzzled. "What? What do you want?"
Hannah, slipping out of the water, gave him a fleeting glimpse of her glorious, absurdly large breasts, her nipples hard and prominent through her soaked bra, before she was behind him, out of the tub. With Susan's help, she guided him out, laying him down on a plush, pink towel.
His eyes still adjusting, he found them kneeling beside him, their eyes locked on his member, intense and eager.
Their hands encircled him once more, his cock growing impossibly larger, throbbing red and heavy in their grip.
"Fuck, it's so big," Susan muttered, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "It's like a basilisk."
"I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know," Hannah murmured to herself, her voice soft, almost as if she were having an epiphany about life itself.
"Trust me, it's nothing as big as a basilisk," Harry laughed, trying to keep his tone light. "At least, not as big as the one I killed."
Their heads jerked up, surprise etched on their faces. Harry had to suppress a twitch of a smile. This was almost too easy.
"One day, you're going to tell me all of the stories," Hannah demanded, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I feel like we're living in two different Hogwarts."
Harry chuckled, the tension in the room shifting slightly. "Maybe. But some stories are best left for later."
Susan's grip tightened slightly, her curiosity piqued. "No, really, Harry. You can't just drop a bomb like that and not expect us to want to know more."
Hannah nodded, her expression serious. "We want to know everything. The real Hogwarts. Your adventures. Everything."
Harry sighed, the air between them crackling with unspoken promises. "Alright, alright. But first, let's get you both comfortable. You know, before we dive into the stories of my crazy life."
He watched them, the look in their eyes—a blend of determination and anticipation. As he spoke, the atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with a sense of adventure and the promise of secrets yet to be revealed.
"Okay, if you're good," Harry smirked, enjoying the moment.
Hannah took a deep, juddering breath, and Harry finally took a moment to truly examine them. Their breasts were practically spilling out of their bras, and as the hardness of the bathroom floor became too much for their knees, they lay down on their sides. This new angle showcased their sweet, curvy asses for the first time. Both girls had thick, peachy bottoms, covered only by wet, insubstantial thong-style panties that did little to conceal their bubble butts. He ached to squeeze their soft, supple flesh, but for now, he contented himself with running his hands through their hair as they began their examination of his cock.
They jerked slightly, familiarizing themselves with the one they'd be serving for the rest of their lives, though they didn't know it yet. They cooed and aahed over every ridge and vein, giggling as they manhandled his big, swollen balls.
"It's like I can feel the stuff in them," Hannah marveled, her fingers tracing the contours.
"The cum, Han. Or ejaculate," Susan corrected, blushing heavily and shooting a glance at Harry, worried he'd realize she wasn't as innocent as she seemed.
"Are all boys' things like this?" Hannah asked, wide-eyed.
Susan giggled. "Han!"
"It's not like you've seen one before, either!" Hannah shot back, her face flaming red.
Harry chuckled, adding, "Ah, no. I'm probably like two or three times bigger than other boys, at least from what I've seen in the shower room. And a lot thicker."
The girls exchanged incredulous looks, their curiosity clearly piqued. "Really?" Susan asked, her hand wrapping more confidently around his shaft.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "It's not something I talk about often, but... it's just how it is."
Hannah's blush deepened as she traced a vein with her fingertip. "Well, we're certainly not complaining."
Harry laughed, the tension easing slightly. "I should hope not."
Susan's fingers danced along his length, her eyes never leaving his. "So, Harry, about those stories... When do we get to hear them?"
"Soon," Harry promised, his voice softening. "But for now, let's just enjoy the moment."
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