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Harry Potter and the Wonders of Psychology
🕑 Added 2024-08-31 05:08:10 +0000 UTCTo say that being Harry Potter was no picnic was to say that Wizards' powers are versatile, it's correct, but it just doesn't get anywhere near close to the true depth of what it means. In his childhood, his life was unenviable due to the cruel family he had been unfortunately cursed with, when he was a schoolboy, his life was a mess due to the machinations of the corrupt and evil elements of the Wizarding world, and now that he was an adult, his life was a mess because he was unable to have even a moment of peace.
Whether it be friends who were entirely too worried about him and didn't know that he just needed space, time to himself and relaxation, well meaning strangers who didn't really understand that he didn't want to be an object of worship and admiration, or paparazzi or tabloids that didn't understand how close to snapping he was.
Lucky for them, Harry was nothing if not capable of self control. Lacking self control had resulted in catastrophes in his life, so he had become very good at soothing his own nerves.
And that was why after being hounded by reporters and photographers and a variety of other twats for months in a row, from the moment he had accidentally allowed himself to be seen in London, all the way until he finally managed to shake them off and disappear into Muggle London, he had wanted nothing more than to finally get rid of the assholes that only wanted to use him to gain fame and fortune.
Luckily, Ron Weasley was nothing if not trustworthy, and with some help from him and a certain spell that's stupidly powerful and nobody seems to care about it, Harry managed to disappear from the public, shaking off hordes of privacy-ruining subhuman scum and managing to find peace in a city of so many people that they'd have an incredibly hard time finding him.
Throw in some makeup to hide his scar, and colored contacts to make sure his eyes weren't the right color, and it was perfect.
A little bit lonely since his friends had to make sure to avoid him at least until people weren't hunting for him so fervently, Harry decided he would get acquainted with some of the perks of being a halfblood that had been raised by muggles and as such, wasn't totally unaware of the world outside the Wizarding World.
No Wizard would go search for him in a muggle nightclub, after all, and well... being wealthy, young and stressed as fuck, it really was no wonder that Harry found himself enjoying London's night life. There were dozens of pubs, clubs, night shows, celebrations and parties, at least as many as he could count going on every night, and Harry had began touring the city and becoming acquainted with a lot of people he knew he'd never see again, which was all the better.
Some would've wondered how a man who was famously emotionally guarded and even distant wound up being a party animal who was invited to a good dozen parties every night, but well, wealthy, handsome, young and rich men don't exactly have a lot of trouble making 'friends'.
Not that Harry was foolish enough to think any of those people were his friends, he was using them for fun, and they were using him, and that was good and fine with him.
Even so... it was a bit of a strange whim that saw him spending some time chatting up a woman he met in a pub, rather than partying to keep his mind off of the mess that was his life.
Indeed, it was mostly because just that night, he had been thinking about how every romantic relationship he'd had, all two of them, had failed utterly, and how he considered his own lack of experience with women a massive problem, a lack of ability to communicate with non-Hermione women was a problem that had haunted him even before he and Ginny had a falling out due to him not wanting to burden her with his problems.
It'd even taken Hermione writing an entire footlong essay for him to understand that rather than coming off as a strong and chivalrous man who wants the best for his wife, he had come off as a chauvinist that refused to let her help him, and how some of the exchanged words might even have been seen as infantilizing Ginny.
It was kind of strange to actually see Ron be the one to jump to Harry's defense, but both agreed that Ginny and Harry both had said and done things that weren't okay and it was best to break up and take a break from each other in general.
Thinking about his lack of communication skills had led Harry to seeing a young woman, a muggle, who was clearly in her element, she was the only one of her small group without a male companion, and the others were already splitting off, but she looked by no means uncomfortable.
Well put together, dressed in a sensible blouse and short skirt combo, sipping on her drink, with long dark hair and a vaguely asian cast to her features, she was right within Harry's strike zone.
"Hey. This seat occupied?" he asked, as he approached the bar and sat on the stool directly beside her. The Pub was clearly trying to imitate an American bar - but the owners were clearly english and thus it looked more like it came right out of a movie rather than being authentic. Harry even saw some images that he suspected were from the movie the bar was imitating.
She hummed thoughtfully, looking at him. "Depends," she asked.
"Your drink looks a little empty, mind a refill?" Harry asked, smiling. The owner of the pub came over, and Harry asked for a beer, he wasn't much for fancy alcohol, and told the young woman beside him to order whatever she wanted.
He smiled when she asked if some really expensive drink was okay, and nodded. She ordered a cheap brand anyway, and the two then sat there chatting for a few moments... He learned her name was Melina, that she had come over with a couple of friends some of whom had boyfriends and some of whom were picking up men, and he also learned that she was in the latter group.
He also found out that she wasn't easily impressed by wealth, but that she liked dogs, her favorite music was hard rock and most important of all, that he was as much in her strike zone as she was in his.
He also found out she had incredibly smooth and beautiful pale skin, and that she worked out enough to keep herself fit, trim and in perfect form, as he tossed her blouse away and let her fall back onto the bed, raising her legs for him to put his hands under her skirt, grab onto the elastic of her thong and pulled it away.
How they got there? Well, not much to say on that...
She hadn't taken long to suggest going home together, and well, Harry's hotel was closer than her apartment, so they went there together, making out almost the entirely of the way there, drawing a few odd looks as they did.
Jumping on him, she crossed her legs behind his back and grabbed onto his shoulders and neck and clung to him as they got to the room, and then they got started with undressing, coming back to the present.
Harry fished his cock out of his pants, undoing the button holding them together and unzipping his fly to do so, stroking himself a little to make sure he was hard and ready to go, he had been growing increasingly stiffer as they made out on the way to the room and when he put her on her back on the bed, he was already more than ready to go.
"Shit, you're huge," the woman said, blinking almost owlishly at his cock.
It wasn't that big, but it still lifted Harry's spirits. "Don't worry, I know how to use it," he said.
Mostly, anyway. He spread her legs and began to rub his length against her pussy, but it was immediately evident she was dry. Frowning and realizing that wouldn't have them going anywhere, he pulled back, placing a hand on each of her hips and spreading them apart, sliding them closer to her crotch and pulling her skirt fully out of the way as he got down to her pussy, approaching it with his face.
Men were easy to prepare for sex, women needed a little more work, that lesson had been drilled into him by his dogfather a long time ago, and this was perhaps the most vital part of having good sex. The impressionable teen that had heard those words took them to heart, and thus Harry dove into his partner's crotch and began to lick at her mound, kissing and lapping at her cunt lips, which didn't take long to start becoming more aroused.
Her pussy wasn't exactly the tastiest thing he'd ever ate, but she didn't have an acrid or fishy taste, she was clearly good with hygiene, and when she started getting wet and her scent and taste got stronger, it became a little bit more interesting, and soon his tongue had wet her outer labia enough that his fingers could join in on the fun, and start teasing her a little more strongly.
"Fffuck, you're an expert at eating pussy huhg!?" she groaned.
Snorting, Harry pulled back for a moment. "Thanks, some say I've got a tongue like a snake," he replied cheekily, as his fingers spread her lips and then he began licking her insides, a very dark pink near the edges of her inner labia, but a much richer and brighter color on her insides.
He licked his way up to her clit, and many a diagram had been used to make sure he knew how and when to stimulate it, while at the same time sneaking two of his fingers into her pussy. She was no virgin, but Harry knew that no matter what, cunts never got loose, and that meant he had to be thorough with the preparation.
Using his hand he also began to stroke himself to make sure he'd remain fully hard while eating her out and fingering her at the same time.
She put her hands on his messy black hair and hissed in pleasure as he ate her out, crying out in pleasure.
His lips sealed around her clit and he flicked it with his tongue while curling his fingers into the spot he noticed she reacted most to, then sucked on her clit at the same time, feeling her pussy walls try to crush his fingers.
Pulling back from that, Harry moved his fingers out and let her clit out of his mouth, then used his hand to start flicking it, softly at first, then brushing it a little more strongly, getting cries and moans of pleasure from her as he did.
"Ahhgf fuck me, stop playing with my clit and fuck me!"
"Alright," Harry said, then he realized he didn't have a condom in hand, but luckily, she was covering her eyes with her hand and twitching on the bed.
Nodding to himself he gestured with a hand at the nightstand, and it opened, a cardboard box shooting from there to his hand. Wandless, wordless summoning was one of the most amazing skills he had mastered, at least when it came to showing off. As an Auror, being able to immediately rearm himself should he be disarmed was an incredibly important skill - enough that he had actually beat the Auror examiner by tricking him with that.
He pulled a condom out and wrapped his cock with it, Wizards didn't use these because they had access to all sorts of potions and spells that would easily deal with most potential infections before they could even take root, but that didn't mean Harry was careless.
He put his dick to her pussy and pushed it in, spreading her cunt lips with much more ease than his fingers had, and pushing into her tight, warm pussy. The muggle beneath him, Melina, was someone he'd never meet again, he was sure of that, and perhaps that was why he didn't particularly care to hold himself back.
Holding her down with his weight, he got in position and began fucking her into the bed.
"Oh fughk, shiiiit, you're so big and hard, fuck I haven't had anything this good in years," she moaned.
Oh, right, she had also told him she was twenty five, a bit his senior but close enough, besides he'd always liked his girls older anyway.
He pounded her furiously, dragging moans from her that were as erotic as they were chaotic, and he had no intention to stop even when she was trembling from orgasm underneath him, even as her pussy went wild and crazy around his cock, he fucked her through that, playing with her tits, not super big but a good handful, to make sure she never came down from the high.
"How's that, huh?!" he called, his voice coming out more harsh than he intended due to the exertion as he moved into her, thrusting his hips furiously into her pussy.
"Nhng, you're soooo goood, it's like magic, fuuuck!"
"Well I've been told I'm a wizard," Harry said, slowing down and chuckling. "Would you like to see a magic trick?"
Was he about to do something crazy?
Yeah.
Young boys weren't allowed to use magic outside the Wizarding World because they needed to keep things secret, but Harry was an adult, he could do whatever magic he wanted in front of anyone.
"I love magic," she said, her eyes looking a little crazed from pleasure.
"Good... Accio Wand," he called, gesturing with his hand upward, and then his wand shot from its holster in his coat, within the hotel room's closet, landing in his hand, he twirled it to bleed off the excess force.
"Oh, wow, how'd you do that?" she asked. "I can't see wires anywhere!"
He laughed.
"I told you," he said, leaning down and whispering into her ear. "I'm a wizard... Impubia Sensibia!" he said, and a light erupted from the tip of his wand, launching at her.
She opened her mouth but then let out a sudden scream of pleasure. "Ohhgh, fuuuuuck!! What did you do to me?!" she called out, "fuck I can feel it everywhere, it's like fire, I'm on fire and it feels so goood!"
"That's a spell that makes you lose all tolerance to pleasure, like a complete virgin."
A spell of Sirius' creation of course, it had the side effects of making a woman entirely overwhelmed by pleasure, but, well, she clearly was enjoying it.
He began to move again, and immediately knew there was not much more for him to give, every thrust of his seemed to trigger an all new orgasm in her, the spell prevented her from ever forming any sort of tolerance or build resistance, the pleasure was overwhelming and would stay overwhelming, that was the magic he had cast upon her, and it felt amazing to fuck her to an ever cascading, impossible orgasm, especially as his own was coming up.
"Fuck, here it comes, I'm gonna cum," Harry moaned.
She was in pure ecstasy, shaking and thrusting into him, weakly humping back as he thrust into her, as his speed and intensity increased, he couldn't hold back anymore, going as deep as he could, hilting his cock in her, and then letting loose, feeling only a small pang of regret that he couldn't paint her insides in white.
His cum filled the condom instead, and as he pulled his dick out of her pussy, it became evident that he came enough to fill it and then some, stretching it almost comically. He pulled the condom off and tied it up, then remembered he had no intention to hide his magic that night, and then used his wand to vanish it entirely.
Huffing, he looked down and saw the mess of a woman he had left on bed, and cleaned her up with his magic, as well as the bed, and with a couple more spells, mostly application of Wingardium Leviosa, he put things in order, and then laid down to sleep, as she curled up beside him.
The next morning... well... the next morning it was time to talk.
"Was last night... real?" she asked, as she drank tea from the cup Harry made her.
"Yeah... you shouldn't tell anyone about what you saw. I was a little drunk, and I showed you something I never should've," he said. "If you try to tell anyone, I'll have to erase your memory," he said. "And if someone you really don't want knowing learns of it, something worse might happen, so..."
"Keep quiet about the scary magic man got it," the woman said. "Look I-"
"I get it," Harry said. "Don't worry, this is just... today, you don't need to worry about it," he explained, sipping on his cup of tea.
"Lovely," she replied. "Anyway, that's... good," she spoke, "uhm, I'm not usually- yeah."
"Alcohol, yeah... so, uh... what are your hobbies?"
Turns out she didn't have many, other than hanging out with her friends and playing poker.
"Rarely have time for anything, I was so focused on my career and studies, by the time I had my degree I didn't even know what to do for fun anymore," she admitted. "What about you?"
"Yeah, something similar... I won't go into detail but, let's just say there was some heavy social stuff going on in, I call it the Wizarding World but really it's just here and like, the EU," he explained, "anyway it kinda took over my life and now the only hobby I have is one that requires an entire two teams to play so, you know, can't do it as much as I'd like."
Harry nodded. They had breakfast, he was still a good cook and very used to cooking for others, even if he hadn't in quite a while, and then they parted ways, knowing they would never see each other again. Her, citing she had to go to work, and him, because he had to get cleaned up and get ready for his appointment.
As she left and he went about getting informed on the day to day happenings of the Wizarding World, Harry thought it was almost sad he'd never see her again. They had connected and chatted a lot about how they had lost their lives to their 'job', so to speak, it was a strange connection but more than he'd had in months anyway.
Still...
Harry hummed. He didn't have a cellphone, Melina left her number in a paper slip, but he figured he'd never call her again. Let this incident fade into her memories and maybe years down the line she'd wonder if it was even real, and wouldn't think about the real magic ever again.
When it was time, he left his hotel room and hailed a cab who took him to his appointment, specifically, a therapist's office. It was Hermione's recommendation, and if it was gonna help him feel better, he was all for it.
That said, he rang the doorbell and prepared to try to work on his communication issues and past trauma, deciding to rely on muggle assistance, only to almost have his jaw drop when the therapist opened the door and...
It was Melina.
With her hair in a bun, glasses on and wearing a much more sensible skirtsuit, but Melina nonetheless.
"..."
They looked at each other.
She silently led him in, and a much more... thorough... talk was about to start.
