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A Strange New World

Chapter 5

By the time Harry got home after finishing at the Ministry, it was already quite late, and he knew Hermione would be asleep. She had work early in the morning and didn't like being late. "It's unprofessional!" she often said.

He entered the darkened house and yawned. His muscles still ached and felt quite stiff. He made himself a quick cup of tea and added a shot of firewhiskey. After drinking it, he took a shower and went straight to his room. He dropped his dirty clothes on the floor and put on some boxers. He was about to get into bed when he remembered something. Going into the pocket of his trousers, he pulled out a pocket-sized book the Unspeakables prepared for him. In the book was everything they knew about sex magic.

Sex Magic wasn't well-known or widely practiced. Everything they knew was able to fit into one small book. He flipped through the book while thinking back to what they told him.

"Sex Magic has always been a taboo subject. I don't understand why it would be," the faceless Unspeakable told him. "There would be much less trouble if more people were having fun."

Truer words had never been spoken, Harry thought as he listened to her. "Anyway … That's neither here nor there. I doubt anyone left will complain if you were to use it. Most Sex Magic is done wandlessly," she explained.

"But I don't know wandless magic. I know a few things, but …" The Unspeakable shook her head.

"You don't need to know wandless magic to use it. Sex Magic was designed to be used wandlessly by anyone. No one wants to have to pull out a wand when making love," she chuckled. "Just read the book, follow the instructions, and you'll be fine."

Harry spent an hour reading the book before getting too tired to go on. He turned the light off and fell asleep soon after. The next morning, Harry woke with a tired yawn. He stretched and found that his muscles were feeling a lot better. There was still a bit of tenderness, but he could easily ignore it. He suddenly heard Hermione drop a pan in the kitchen and curse. He chuckled and was about to get up when he saw the little book sitting on his nightstand. Harry grabbed it and flipped through it again. He found one of the spells that interested him the most. Whoever put the book together did a wonderful job cutting out all the useless bits of information. There was the spell name, a quick description of what it did, and the instructions on how to use it. It got straight to the point, something Harry greatly appreciated.

Heaven's Touch was the name of the spell. The description read, 'The palm and fingers will emit small amounts of magic that will bring pleasure to your partner.' A short incantation with directions was underneath. All he had to do was whisper the incantation under his breath, and a simple Finite would cancel the spell. It even told him how to properly pronounce the words. He practiced it several times until he memorized it. He put the book in the drawer and went to the bathroom to conduct his morning routine.

When he entered the kitchen, he discovered that Hermione was taking her secret seduction approach to another level. She was no longer wearing a shirt, only a bra. Her panties were still teeny tiny, and the g-string was buried deep between her cheeks. Hermione was attempting to grab a cup from the upper shelf of the cabinet. She was stretched out on her tip-toes, which made her smooth legs look even sexier than normal. Harry smirked behind her back. Now, it was his turn to do the teasing. He whispered the incantation and hoped it worked. He came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist. "Don't hurt yourself," he joked.

When his hands touched her bare skin, Hermione squeaked and jumped. He gently ran his hands along her sides, and he felt her shudder violently. A small, gasping moan even left her lips. She spun around with wide eyes, looking flustered. Harry smiled innocently at her. "Hey, Hermione," he greeted her.

"Harry!" she gasped and rubbed her sides. "You're home," she dumbly said.

"I said I was coming back yesterday," he reminded her. Hermione's cheeks were bright pink, and she appeared to be trying to pull herself together.

"I know, but when I got home from work, you weren't here, so I thought you might be staying an extra day," she explained.

"Nope. I just got home late. You were already asleep, and I didn't want to wake you," he told her truthfully. Harry then looked her over and whistled. "You sure know how to welcome a man home," he teased. Hermione blushed brightly and squirmed in place.

He knew she was fighting a mental battle about feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover up and her wanting him to see her sexy body. In the end, her hands remained at her sides. "Oh, stop, Harry. You've seen me like this before," she gave the lame excuse.

"True," he smiled. "So, how about a hug? I missed you, you know," he said. Hermione smiled and didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and pressed herself against his front. Her arms slipped around his waist, and he put his arms around her. He made sure to lightly brush her bare skin with his fingertips. Hermione trembled but didn't pull away. Her grip on him tightened, and he could hear her breath beginning to shake. He removed his fingers from her skin, and she was slow to break the hug. Her face was very red by then, and he refrained from chuckling. "You okay?" he asked, pretending to sound concerned. "You're not getting sick, are you?"

He brushed her cheek with his fingers, and Hermione softly squeaked. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, but he pretended not to notice. Hermione pressed her lips together to keep from making any embarrassing noises and shook her head. "Are you sure?" he asked again, caressing her cheek.

"I-I'm sure. Thanks," she stuttered. Harry nodded and removed his hand. Hermione shuddered one last time before letting out the breath she had been holding in.

Even though he was teasing her, he actually did miss her. It had only been a couple of days, but he was used to seeing her every night. It was then that he realized that Apolline was right. He would have likely ended up with her regardless of their silly plan. Still, Hermione and the other two girls needed to be punished for their underhanded tactics. Harry smiled at Hermione and reached into the cabinet. He pulled out two cups and began making them some tea. "So … Did I miss anything while I was gone?"

A Strange New World

After Hermione went to work, Ginny invited him over to the Burrow since she had the day off. "Harry, dear!" Molly happily greeted him. She hugged him tightly and pulled him into the house.

"Hi, Molly," he replied. He stopped calling her Mrs. Weasley because the word missus brought back memories of her former husband, which made her sad. "Where's Ginny?"

"She's over by the pond. Have a snack first. You're looking a little thin," she said, offering him food. Harry wasn't thin by any means, but that was just the way she was. Harry gladly accepted a tasty snack and went to find Ginny.

When he found her, his eyes widened slightly. She was sunbathing facedown on a pool chair. Her forehead was resting on her crossed forearms. Her bikini top was untied, and the two strings were lying on either side of her slightly sunkissed back. His eyes traveled down her nude back and onto her ass. Her bikini bottoms were exactly the same size as Fleur's … extremely small. The bottoms were tied at the hips, and the strings didn't do anything to cover her hips or ass. His eyes traveled down her toned legs and onto her small bare feet. Ginny was a very attractive young woman.

He knew exactly what she was doing, and frankly speaking, it was working. Dirty thoughts flooded his mind about all the different ways he would take her. He had to remain strong. Harry cleared his throat to get her attention. Ginny turned her head and smiled prettily at him.

"Hey, Harry! How was your trip?" she asked like it was just another day. She was good, he realized. She was way more calm and collected than Hermione. He played it just as calmly as her.

"It was good, but I'm glad to be home," he happily told her. Ginny smiled and pointed to the chair next to hers.

"Sit down," she chirped before adding, "But first, can you rub some oil on my back? I don't want to get burned."

As he had previously thought … Ginny was good. "Sure thing, Ginny," he said calmly and snatched the bottle from the ground.

Ginny hid her smile as Harry hovered over her. She hoped Hermione and Fleur were doing their parts because she was certainly doing hers. She made sure to wiggle her bare bottom a little to put some naughty thoughts in his head. The oil hit her nude back, and she closed her eyes.

"Thanks, Harry. I needed a break after such a long day yesterday. We had so much data to go through," she kept up with the chit-chat.

"It's no problem, Gin. I'm always glad to spend some time with you," Harry responded. Ginny was pleased to hear it. His hands touched her back, and her body immediately responded in a way it never had before. Her body bucked, and she squeaked embarrassingly. At first, the sensation was very pleasant, like a feather sensually tickling her skin under his hands. That sensation didn't last long, however. It was quickly replaced with panty-wetting pleasure. His strong hands glided up and down her back, rubbing the oil into her delicate skin. Ginny whimpered when his fingers brushed against the exposed sides of her breasts. "You feel a little tense," Harry suddenly said. All she could do was whimper as her pussy began to tingle.

"I think a massage will do you good," he told her. His thumbs began digging into the muscles on her shoulders. She discovered that he was very good at giving massages. He added just the right amount of pressure to make it feel good while having the slightest amount of pain to spice it up. His hands slid down her sides and back up again, and his fingertips accidentally tickled her underarms. Ginny nearly came on the spot. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. Harry then poured more oil on her lower back. "Does this feel okay? I don't know if I'm any good at this," he asked as his hands moved over her hips.

"Yes," she gasped. "It's good."

His fingers moved over the thin string keeping her bikini on. She wished he would just rip it apart and lift her ass in the air. Her pussy was already wet and ready to be fucked. His hands then moved to her ass. He palmed her shapely cheeks and massaged the oil into her skin. Every time he squeezed them, she could feel her cheeks pull apart. She knew the string between her cheeks didn't cover anything, and she wondered if he could see anything good.

"You've been keeping in great shape since your Quidditch days," he complimented her. "Your body is nice and toned," he added while sliding his hands down the backs of her thighs. By then, Ginny couldn't verbally answer. She was trying her hardest to focus on anything other than the pleasure. His fingers drifted over the sensitive skin on the backs of her knees. Ginny couldn't hold it in any longer. She muffled the squeak that forced its way from her lips as the crotch of her bikini became soaked. Harry's fingers drifted to her inner thighs and climbed higher. When his fingertips almost reached her covered pussy, they pulled away. He poured more oil on her thighs and rubbed it down her calves. Her pussy was contracting as her orgasm grew stronger. When he began oiling and massaging the soles of her feet, Ginny moaned loudly, which drew a chuckle from him.

"It's nice to know I'm doing this correctly," he joked and then smacked her bare bottom. She squeaked as he moved away. She turned her head and looked at him with a crazed stare. Harry sighed as he lay on the pool chair next to hers. He didn't act like there was anything out of the ordinary.

"I came to an agreement with Bones," Harry suddenly told her. Ginny was still spasming slightly as her orgasm began slowly fading.

"What about?" Ginny asked while trying to mask the pleasure in her voice.

"The whole repopulation thing," Harry clarified. "I suppose she's right. We all have a duty to see the magical world recover. I told her I would do my part."

This instantly grabbed her attention. Ginny sat up, forgetting that she was mostly nude. Her bare breasts jiggled in place as she spoke to him.

"You agreed to it?" she asked. Harry nodded. His eyes then lowered, and Ginny followed his gaze. She saw her naked tits out in the open with her nipples hardened into crinkled points. She blushed deeply but didn't cover up.

"Yeah, but I'll be doing it my way. Women can make a request with the Ministry, and Amelia will pass it on to me. I'll decide if I want to do it on a case-by-case basis."

Ginny tuned out everything after that. Harry had already agreed. That meant the three had very little time to enact their plan fully. She urgently needed to have a meeting with the other two right away.

Harry watched Ginny shoot to her feet. "Uhh … I have to go," she suddenly stated.

"I thought we were going to hang out and …"

"Sorry! I just remembered that I need to take care of something … for work," Ginny added. "I'll see you later!" she said and scampered away.

Harry chuckled as he appreciatively stared at her ass and naked tits bouncing around as she jogged toward the Burrow. He had purposely told her about his agreement with Amelia to see how the girls would react. Now, he just had to wait and see. He closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the sun and the sound of birds merrily chirping.

It was around lunchtime when Amelia contacted him and asked if he could meet her at Bones Manor to discuss his test results. Harry agreed and went to see her.

"Thanks for meeting me," she told him, letting him into the house. She led him to a sitting room where they sat on a large, comfy couch. "It's my lunch break, so I don't have a lot of time," she explained. Amelia was still feeling a little embarrassed about her behavior during the test.

"That's fine," Harry said. "So what did the tests say?" he asked, checking out her crossed legs. Her skirt ended right above her knees, but how she was sitting caused it to ride up her thighs.

"Your seed is very potent. I don't think you'll have any problems with reproduction," she bluntly stated.

"That's good to know, but what if I don't want to get a woman pregnant? I don't want to deal with that risk every time I have sex," Harry asked. Amelia had an answer for that.

"The Unspeakables already thought of that," she said, handing him a box with dozens of tiny vials inside. "Just drink one of these, which will grant eight hours of protection. The Ministry will provide as much as you need, free of charge. Of course, the women in your life can still take their normal birth control, which will also be effective," she told him. Harry took the box and nodded.

"As soon as we get everything in order, we'll begin spreading the word and taking requests," she added.

"And what about you?" Harry asked, seductively placing his hand on her knee. He was already worked up from his time with Ginny and wanted a little fun.

"Me?" Amelia asked, her voice sounding a bit shaky. His palm crept up her smooth thigh until his fingertips reached the hem of her skirt.

"Yeah, you. You've been doing a lot of work with all of this. It's only fair if you get to enjoy the fruits of your labor," he teased. His fingers dipped underneath the fabric of her skirt. Her thighs were thick and smooth, and he loved how squishy her flesh was. He tickled the delicate skin right below her panty-clad pussy. Heat radiated from her womanhood, warming his fingers.

"I mean … I … I guess I've …" she stuttered as Harry groped her naked thighs.

"Don't worry, Amelia. I'm more than willing to reward you for all of your hard work," he told her. "Get on the couch … on your hands and knees," Harry requested as he removed one of the vials from the box and drank it. Amelia sat in shock for a moment before slowly following his command. Harry hovered behind her and placed his hand in the middle of her upper back. He pushed her top half down so it lay flat against the couch. He then grabbed her wide hips and pulled her ass up. Amelia gasped loudly at his brazen behavior. She angled her head to see what he planned on doing with her. Her bare feet were lifted and rubbed against the massive bulge in his trousers. Amelia couldn't stop the deep blush from spreading across her normally pale cheeks. She also couldn't stop her body from reacting. She began slowly massaging his crotch with her toes.

The previous night, she couldn't stop thinking about the long, thick slab of meat that hung between his legs. She loved how it felt in her hands and mouth. She spent countless minutes in bed, trying to fall asleep, but it was useless. She was way too horny to sleep. With no other choice, she removed her panties and began playing with herself while wishing it was his cock buried deep in her pussy instead of her fingers. Now that Harry was here and agreeable, it seemed her body wasn't about to pass on such an offer.

"My, my, Madam Bones … I didn't know you were so naughty," Harry teased her while groping her skirt-covered ass with his hands. Amelia blushed harder but continued to fondle his crotch with her feet. "You better be careful, or I might just cum all over them," he teased her further. Amelia gasped loudly. No man had ever said such lewd things to her. However, the idea surprisingly turned her on even more, and she reacted by rubbing him harder and faster.

Harry grabbed the bottom of her skirt and flipped it over her hips. Her white cotton panties were basic in appearance but looked very sexy on her wide ass. The bottom of them was riding high on her cheeks and was wedged between them. The crotch clung to her fat pussy lips tightly, and Harry spotted a small wet spot right over her opening. "I've always thought you had a great ass," Harry told her as he pulled her panties upward.

Amelia squirmed as her panties were wedged further into her crack, leaving her lusciously thick cheeks exposed. Harry palmed them and jiggled them around. He spread them apart and then clapped them together. "I love how jiggly your ass is," he lightly told her while rubbing her covered pussy with his thumb.

"Harry!" Amelia gasped as she watched him manhandle her body. "Pull it out," she begged, rubbing his cock even harder. Harry quickly obliged her and pulled his cock out of the zipper hole in his trousers. When her feet touched the bare skin of his cock, she began tugging on it. Harry responded by grabbing the waistband of her panties and sliding them over her ass. A blast of cool air immediately hit her smoldering pussy and made her shiver.

"You've gone hairless," Harry asked, sounding surprised. "Did you do this for me?" he asked in a teasing tone. Amelia blushed and didn't respond. Truthfully, she had removed the hair from her pussy that very morning in the hopes that he might see it again. She had no idea it would be this soon. Harry certainly seemed to enjoy it. He ran the pad of his thumb along the length of her slit, smearing her juices. When his thumb climbed higher and touched her asshole, Amelia squeaked and clenched her cheeks. Harry chuckled and pried her cheeks apart while she trapped his cock between the arches of her feet. She wildly looked over her shoulder at him as he slowly rubbed the rim of her asshole with his thumb.

"I tried out that book the Unspeakables gave me," Harry nonchalantly told her while playing with her asshole. His other hand was greedily squeezing and kneading her fat cheeks. "Want me to show you what I've learned so far?" he asked while slowly fucking her feet.

Before she could answer, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her body. It started at her asshole and radiated out from there. Her pussy began contracting while her juices leaked down the insides of her thighs. Her nipples crinkled so hard against the insides of her bra cups that it almost hurt. She cried out in pleasure and didn't notice Harry properly settling behind her. It wasn't until his thick, domed head parted her lips that she realized she was about to get fucked.

Harry moaned deeply as he entered Amelia. Her fat pussy lips squeezed his cock from every side, and her wet heat felt utterly brilliant. Within a second, his crotch collided with her jiggly butt and produced a loud clap. Her pussy was so wet that he didn't need to take things slow. He grabbed two handfuls of ass and began pounding her MILF pussy like there was no tomorrow. He loved the way her flesh rippled with every thrust. He loved the womanly scent of her wet pussy and the whorish moans of delight that she squeaked and squealed. He could feel her cumming on his cock, but he wanted her to feel even better. Reaching between her legs, he let his fingers dance over her swollen clit. He kept the Sex Magic going, and her response was insane.

Amelia cried out so loudly that it hurt his ears. Her pussy clamped down like a vice while juices squirted out of her stuffed hole. Her body began quivering and shaking, but this did nothing to stop him from fucking her harder. Amelia was the one to push him to this, so it was only fair if she bore the brunt of his sexual appetite. From what he could see, she didn't mind at all. Her fingers clawed at the couch cushions while she begged and pleaded for him to cum.

He was unsure of how long he fucked her cumming pussy, but when her voice began sounding hoarse and painful, Harry thrust one last time and burst inside of her. He pressed himself against her back and moaned into her ear as her pussy milked the cum straight from his balls. When his orgasm finally slowed, he brushed the hair from her face and leaned in for a kiss. Amelia's eyes were glazed over, and she was breathing deeply. All she could do was open her mouth and accept the kiss while her pussy continued to contract around him. Harry then broke the kiss and exhaled slowly.

"If you want to do this again without the potion, let me know," he teased her. "I'd love to put a baby in this belly," he told her. He slid his hand underneath her shirt and played with the soft skin of her stomach. Amelia whimpered and started cumming again. Harry kissed the back of her neck and stood up, pulling out of her as he did.

He stuffed his hard cock back into his trousers and pulled out his wand. The front of his trousers was completely soaked with Amelia's sex juices. He waved his wand and cleaned them before putting it away. He looked down at Amelia, who was still facedown and spasming with her ass in the air. Cum was leaking from her quivering cunt and dripping down her wet inner thighs. Harry chuckled and gave her ass a smack. Her flesh rippled, and she squealed but didn't get up. Harry shook his head and headed for the exit. She was already an hour late for work, and he wasn't sure if she would make it at all.