Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
The week passed without any major events at Hogwarts, but within Harry, a new purpose was forming. The girls' constant attention and especially the intriguing interaction with Andromeda Tonks made him curious and determined to explore the possibilities. He knew he couldn't be with them all at the same time, but maybe there was a way to balance these relationships without leaving anyone unsatisfied. So, he decided to delve into research into sexual magic.
Harry knew that the information he was looking for would not be in the regular Hogwarts library, but the Room of Requirement had always molded itself to his needs, and he decided to trust this magical space once again.
In the dead of night, Harry walked to the Room of Requirement. He focused on his desire as he walked three times in front of the wall. "I need a place where I can learn about sexual magic and discover spells that help me satisfy multiple partners."
The door appeared, and Harry entered the room, which was filled with shelves filled with old books, vials of strange substances, and tables covered in parchment. He began exploring the shelves, his eyes scanning titles like "Intimate Magic: An Introduction to Sexual Magic" and "The Mysteries of Arcane Connection." But one book in particular caught his attention: Secret Sensual.
Opening the book, Harry found a section on Duplicate Sentientis, an advanced spell that allowed the wizard to create clones of himself, with one crucial difference: the original wizard shared all the sensations experienced by the clones. This meant he could be in multiple places at once and experience everything simultaneously. The spell was complex, but Harry believed he could master it.
The spell required the creation of a circle of runes drawn with moondust, a rare material that Harry would have to prepare with specific ingredients. As he read further, he also found information about increasing magical resistance and vitality during intimate encounters.
Harry began to analyze the possibilities. If he could keep the clones for a long time, he could do multiple tasks simultaneously, increasing his learning, without having to focus only on sexual issues. If what a clone learned he could assimilate it too. He would have to test this, but he loved the idea.
Another section of the book explored the magical pheromones. These pheromones, when released, could increase natural desire and interest, without controlling or enslaving, but creating a more intense and irresistible connection. The magic involved allowed the attraction to go deeper, strengthening emotional and physical bonds. Apparently, the stronger the wizard, the more pheromones he exuded, attracting more partners.
Harry also discovered something he already suspected. His magical potency also increased his physical resistance. There was information that, in wizarding society, it is common for witches to use ancient spells that ensure that the hymen remains intact and does not cause pain or discomfort when broken, if that is the situation. Some more traditional lineages teach methods for the hymen to be magically absorbed during growth, which allows young women to maintain their purity without the physical embarrassment typical of this rupture. Harry found some guidelines that the nurses at Hogwarts always used some method to make this happen at school too, as a place full of teenagers would eventually lead to sexual escapades, so there would be no reason to embarrass or make things unnecessarily difficult.
There were also reports that school drinks contained mild potions to prevent pregnancy, which explained the tendency of her classmates to love feeling his sperm inside their pussies.
Determined to master these arts, Harry began planning how to obtain the ingredients for moon dust. I knew I was entering unexplored territory, but I was confident that I could use these spells in a way that benefited everyone involved, strengthening their connections and ensuring that everyone felt wanted and valued.
After spending hours exploring sexual magic in the Room of Requirement, Harry felt he was on the right path to finding the answers he needed. However, another question lingered in his mind, something Luna had casually mentioned about magical bloodlines. She had spoken in a mysterious way, suggesting that Harry had a more complex heritage than he realized. Determined to understand what she meant, Harry would return to the Room of Requirement, this time with a new goal in mind.
The next day, Harry walked again in front of the wall where the Room of Requirement manifested itself. "I need a place where I can learn about magical bloodlines, heritages, and how they influence the wizarding world," he thought, focusing intently on his desire.
The door appeared, and Harry entered the room, which now had a more ancient and solemn atmosphere, filled with tapestries with emblems of ancient wizarding families and shelves that held dust-covered books and parchments. In the center, there was a large oak table, with a single book resting on it, titled Genealogy and Magical Inheritances.
Upon opening the book, Harry discovered that many ancient wizarding families kept strict records of their bloodlines, using magic to preserve their family trees and ensure that their power was not diluted. Each family had its own traditions and rules, some of which were extremely complex.
The reading revealed that the wizarding world, although officially it did not have nobility, had ancient rich and influential families that governed informally, through their wealth, connections and alliances. These families maintained their political and social power by tightly controlling their marriages and inheritances. Harry began to understand what Luna had implied.
These families allowed one official marriage for each main heir or heiress. The idea was to keep the lineages separate, avoiding the mixing of wealth and power for more than one generation. However, some primary heirs, especially in matriarchal families or when there were no male heirs, might choose to keep their family name. In this case, they could marry men who already had other marriages, guaranteeing the continuity of the lineage and the preservation of the family name.
Ancient families were mostly patriarchal, and heiresses were often seen as key players in political and social alliances. Although modern times had softened some of these traditions, the power of bloodlines and the importance of strategic marriages were still a reality.
Harry continued reading and came across a section that talked about specific families. His heart sank when he found references to the Potters and the Blacks. He knew that, as Sirius Black's godson, he had inherited all the rights and properties of the Black family. This officially made him a Black, as well as being a Potter. But there was something more.
The book mentioned an ancient and almost lost lineage: the Peverells. Harry had already heard about them, and that they were related to the story of the three brothers and the legend of the Deathly Hallows, but he had never known that they had a direct connection. According to the book, the Potter lineage had traces of the Peverell lineage, one of the oldest and most powerful. This made Harry one of the last direct descendants of the Peverells.
Harry realized that, as heir to the Potter, Black, and possibly Peverell families, he had the right to a marriage for each of those lines. This would allow each family to keep its inheritance intact, without mixing wealth and power, and could also open the possibility of alliances with other families, if their heirs wished to preserve their names.
With this new information, Harry felt a mixture of responsibility and power. I understood that I would need to learn more about how these bloodlines worked and how I could use this heritage to improve the wizarding world.
Their three bloodlines, each with their own wealth, power, and influence, could hold the key to transforming the wizarding world. Harry was determined to explore these connections, both magical and social, to understand how he could use this power responsibly and beneficially.
Before leaving the Room of Requirement, Harry decided that he would continue his research. He knew that the combination of his bloodlines gave him unique opportunities, and he was determined to use them to shape the future of the wizarding world in ways few could imagine.
Lily Moon was a figure who, despite being discreet, always aroused a certain curiosity in Harry. A reserved Slytherin, who did not get involved in the house's power games and gossip, and who always seemed to be on the sidelines of the more traditional groups. It was rare to see her interacting with other people, which only added to the mystery surrounding her.
One night when Harry was returning to his dormitory after another long day of training and studying, he noticed that someone was discreetly following him through the corridors of Gryffindor Tower. When he finally arrived at the door of the dormitory, using the marauder's map, he realized that it was Lily using a disillusionment spell.
Curious, he ignored her for a moment and entered the room. He knew she wouldn't give up so easily, the way she followed him. He walked upstairs to his four-poster bed and began to draw the curtains to ensure some privacy. Just as he pulled back the last curtain, he heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him.
Lily had walked in without any hesitation. She had a firm expression, but her eyes carried something darker. Something like frustration, desire and, above all, a decision already made.
"Harry," she began, her voice sounding low but determined. "I'm tired of being on the sidelines. Of observing everything from afar, as if I weren't part of anything."
Harry looked at her with interest but no surprise. His behavior wasn't exactly new to him, as he had dealt with many unexpected situations in recent times. Furthermore, Lily's direct and determined approach suited the moment he was living in — a moment of discovery and exploration, without emotional strings attached.
She had slightly tanned skin, which contrasted with her dark brown hair, which fell softly to her shoulders. His eyes were a warm brown, always observant but rarely revealing his thoughts.
Her breasts were modest, complementing her slender figure, while her hips were slightly wider, giving her a naturally curvaceous and feminine shape. Although she didn't draw attention in an obvious way, there was something about her calm presence that exuded a subtle confidence, making her intriguing to those who paid attention.
"So what do you want, Lily?" Harry asked, his voice low and controlled, as he finished drawing the curtains around the bed, creating an atmosphere isolated from the rest of the dormitory.
Lily moved closer, stopping just inches away from him. "I know you have other girls around you, but that doesn't matter to me. I'm not interested in romance or anything deeper. I just want a night of escapism, no commitment, no expectations. Just something straightforward."
Harry smirked, liking her frankness. He had already experienced this kind of hassle-free connection, and he knew exactly how to handle it. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, with quiet confidence. It wasn't a provocation, but a way to make sure they were both on the same page.
"I've never been so sure of anything," Lily replied, her tone firm, as her eyes fixed on Harry's showed the seriousness of her decision.
Without saying anything else, Harry pulled her closer, sealing the silent agreement between the two. Lily followed him without hesitation, driven by a desire that she had been repressing for a long time. As they connected there, in the enclosed space of the four-poster bed, Harry felt he was only expanding his understanding of how intimacy could be explored without the need for deep emotional bonds.
With a wave of his wand, Harry undressed them, laying Lily on the bed, while kissing her with controlled intensity, his lips exploring hers with a mixture of softness and desire. He felt her body relax under his touch, surrendering to the moment without any hesitation. The heat between them grew as his hands slid over her skin, exploring her with care but also with a confidence that only came from experience.
Lily let out a soft sigh when Harry began kissing his way down her neck, feeling her skin tingle under the touch of his lips. He was in no hurry; I wanted her to enjoy every moment, every caress, as a form of release from whatever was holding her back. Lily's desire was something he respected, and Harry was determined to satisfy her in any way she wanted.
His hands followed the path of his kisses, exploring her body gently. Every movement was a silent promise of pleasure, a way of showing that he was there, both physically and mentally. When his lips reached her breasts, he lingered there, enjoying the softness of her skin and the sighs that escaped her lips.
Harry could feel the desire building within him, but he maintained control, letting Lily guide the experience. He wanted her to know that he was in charge, that this was a night for her to let go and explore her own needs. As he continued to move down her body, his kisses getting deeper, more intense.
Harry positioned himself firmly when he reached between Lily's legs. He began to explore the inside of her pussy with his tongue, seeking every detail of the sensations he could provide. At the same time, his free hand moved skillfully around her clitoris, avoiding a direct touch to prolong the pleasure and intensify the anticipation.
With each movement, Lily panted softly, her legs shaking slightly. Sensing her growing pleasure, Harry changed his approach, withdrawing his tongue and focusing on gently licking around her clit, while his fingers slid into her already wet canal, synchronizing the rhythm with her body's response.
Lily's moans became more intense, signaling that she was getting close to the limit. Determined to provide the definitive climax, Harry directed his attention to the most sensitive point inside her, looking for the spongy area of the G-spot. When he found it, he intensified the caresses, using his knowledge of Parseltongue to provoke unique sensations in her clitoris.
The result was immediate. Lily arched her body, caught in the moment, as an intense orgasm overcame her. She let out a restrained scream, her muscles contracting around Harry and her legs squeezing him in reflex, in the midst of a powerful release that showed how much she had given herself to the experience.
As she recovered from her orgasm, Harry leaned over and took her dark, swollen nipple between his lips. Lily moaned as he sucked, his teeth gently grazing her sensitive nub.
As he moved towards the other, his length brushed against her folds. Lily rolled her hips, moaning languidly at the contact.
Biting her lip, Lily spread her legs and planted her feet on the edge of the mattress. Harry aligned himself with her entrance and entered her deeply. The first push stretched her further than she had imagined possible, drawing a sigh from her lips. Slowly, Harry sank into its depths.
"Oh, Merlin," Lily gasped, arching her back.
"Fuck," Harry grunted as he invaded her hot insides.
Lily bit her lip to stop herself from moaning too loudly. This didn't work, because Harry began to deepen his thrusts, driving the last few inches of his cock into her depths.
"Fuck!" she gasped, shaking around him.
Harry leaned over her, his fingers playing with her hard nipple as he looked deeply into her eyes.
He pulled halfway out before driving back. Lily gave up trying to contain her moans. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked down and watched as his thick shaft plundered her depths. Your lips clung to his length every time he pulled away, as if your body never wanted to let go. He was ruining her for anyone else.
Harry sucked on her nipple as his hips sped up, his thighs slapping against her ass. Biting her lip, she tightened her legs around his waist. She began babbling incoherently whenever her hips thrust forward.
She felt herself getting close to another orgasm. As he grew, she moaned louder, her hips moving in time with his.
"Harry!" she shouted.
Harry felt her pussy grip his cock like a vise. He tried to hold back his release for a little longer, continuing to thrust into her, but it was too much for him. Her climax had barely subsided before he exploded inside Lily, the sensation pushing her over the edge once again.
That night, there were no unnecessary words, empty promises or sentimental involvement. They both knew what they wanted and enjoyed the moment directly and without regrets, each satisfied in their personal search for something different.
They were at it for hours. When it was all over, Harry simply opened the curtains, letting the moonlight invade the space again. Lily left without saying anything, with a slight nod, and disappeared down the halls. He watched as she left, before lying back on the bed, certain that this experience had been exactly what they both needed - nothing more than what had been agreed upon.
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