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April 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Aurora Sinistra - Moonlight
🕑 Added 2024-04-30 15:59:00 +0000 UTCFor the first time in months, Harry truly felt the relief he’d been expecting to now that Voldemort was gone. He was back at Hogwarts, and the castle was as lively as it had ever been. The Welcoming Feast had been fraught with uncertainty and division—primarily between Slytherin and every other house—but after some stern words from their new headmistress, tensions had died down. Now, seeing everyone’s smiling, cheerful faces as they ate supper, Harry felt at peace for the first time in months.
“Are you sure that you’re ready for tonight?” His best friend, Hermione Granger, asked as she leaned across the table towards him. It was just the two of them sitting together—Ron had elected not to return and to instead help his brother out in his shop.
“I think so,” Harry replied casually as he speared a roasted potato onto his work. He’d missed Hogwarts food so much in the year they spent on the run, and he was making up for the lost time now that he was back. “I passed all of the tests I was asked to, didn’t I?”
“You did,” Hermione replied hesitantly. “If only just.”
“I know that there’s a lot I’ll still need to catch up on, but I’ve got enough of the basics down to get through my N.E.W.T.s,” Harry assured her. “And besides, you’ll always be there to help me, right?”
He flashed her a cheeky grin, hoping that his charm still hadn’t quite worn off on her. Hermione just rolled his eyes in response, as she so often did. It wasn’t mean spirited though, and Harry knew that. In the end, the two of them would help each other through anything.
“I won’t be writing essays for you this year,” Hermione reminded him. “I already have enough on my plate with all of my classes.”
“Maybe I can write an essay for you instead this year, seeing as how we’ll be in all of the same classes,” Harry said as he ate another potato. “You did teach me all that you knew, right?”
“Only the stuff you cared about,” Hermione pointed out.
Ah, yes.
During their year on the run, Hermione had kept up with her studying, and Harry and Ron let her ‘teach’ them too. It brought a sense of normality to their life on the road, and it helped keep Hermione sane. It was then that Harry had begun thinking about what his life would be like after the war.
He realised that he didn’t want to be an Auror anymore. He’d spent his whole life fighting, and while he’d gotten quite good at it, he didn’t want to keep on fighting if he could help it.
It was then that he began to explore other options, and while he still wasn’t sure what type of work he wanted to do exactly, he had realised one thing: he didn’t really know all of the options available to him. There were entire fields of magic he’d ignored or barely understood. While Hogwarts offered excellent instruction in what it did teach, it didn’t teach everything that the world had to offer.
His mind had inevitably drifted back to his fallen mentor, Dumbledore, and how the man had been a master of alchemy. It was a subject that had been taught at Hogwarts for a time, but now it wasn’t. Harry honestly couldn’t say if he was interested in the subject or not because he knew so little about it, but he’d like to learn more and make a decision then.
There were dozens of other fields like this that he wanted to learn more about, and to do that, he needed a solid underpinning in their related fields.
After a little begging, Harry had convinced Hermione to teach him everything she knew about Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and even Muggle Studies. He’d quickly dropped Muggle Studies once he realised how simplistic the class was, and then his learning on Arithmancy and Ancient Runes had fallen to only learning about what interested him in those subjects. It required him to learn the basics, but once he got to that point, he only focused on more esoteric focuses within those fields.
That had been the foundation of one of their many arguments during their time away, but Hermione had begrudgingly accepted the fact that she couldn’t change his mind and decided to at least help him learn what he was interested in.
“You were the one who told me that part of N.E.W.T.s courses was focused on exploring things that the students chose themselves,” Harry countered. “So, maybe we’ll get assigned essays where we get to pick the topics.”
“And you don’t think that our professors will find it curious that we just so happened to pick the same topic for our essays?” Hermione raised a critical eyebrow at him.
“We can just say that great minds think alike,” Harry grinned.
Hermione sighed, but the small smile on her lips was unmistakable. “I don’t think they’ll believe that.”
“If worst comes to worst, we can just play the ‘heroes of the wizarding world’ card and get off without a punishment,” Harry joked.
“Well, great hero,” Hermione rolled her eyes again, “you’d better finish eating fast if you want to get a bit of sleep before Astronomy later.”
That was perhaps Harry’s biggest regret about taking all of the classes he’d abandoned or ignored. He remembered how glad he’d been in his sixth year when he didn’t have to stay up until two in the morning for Astronomy anymore.
Well, he was just going to have to get used to it.
At the Head Table, Professor Aurora Sinistra was yawning as she forced another morsel of food into her mouth. Her unusual sleep schedule meant that supper was more like breakfast for her. She had a steaming cup of coffee next to her plate of eggs, toast, and salad.
It had been a while since he’d last seen her, but Professor Sinistra remained as beautiful as he remembered. She was a young professor in her early thirties, dark skinned, and had prominent cheekbones beneath her dark blue eyes. Her robes were of a much more modern cut than what any other professor wore, and that meant that she showed off just a hint of her cleavage. It wasn’t uncommon for students to have crushes on her, and Harry still remembered how he felt when he was an early teenager.
She’d been the one to personally test his astronomy skills to see if he was proficient enough to join her N.E.W.T.s-level class. He’d missed a few questions on topics he just didn’t know much about, but others he managed to answer with an incredible amount of acumen. It was that fact that convinced her to let him join the class.
There were hundreds of ways that Astronomy was useful for spells, magical creatures, and other obscure forms of magic, and Harry wanted to learn them all. He hoped that he’d get a chance to explore some of those things this year.
“You’re right,” Harry sighed.
The two of them scarfed down the rest of their meals in an ode to Ron’s impressive feasting abilities before they hurried out of the Great Hall before almost anyone else had finished eating.
With a belly full of nice food, they returned to their common room and said their goodbyes as they split up and headed back to their dorms. Harry set an alarm spell over his bed to wake him up in a few hours and then settled in to sleep.
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The Astronomy Tower was the tallest tower in Hogwarts and a perfect place to stare up at the night sky. He, Hermione, and Neville were joined by a few other students in the corridors nearby. Sue Li, Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan, Terry Boot, Padma Patil, Lisa Turpin, Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass, and Blaise Zabini had all elected to take Astronomy at the N.E.W.T. level, and they all seemed quite curious that Harry was joining them given the fact that he hadn’t been in their sixth-year class. Regardless, they welcomed him easily enough as they walked up into the Astronomy Tower.
Professor Sinistra was waiting there at the entrance for them in her olive-coloured robes. She waved them all inside with a bright smile on her lips.
Harry had a hitch in his step when he passed by her. He felt something magical wash over his skin and a sudden compulsion filled his mind.
You will see what I want you to see.
The world blurred for a moment like he’d just taken off his glasses. All he could see was Professor Sinistra in front of him. Her olive-coloured robes suddenly began to burn away at the edges, revealing more of her beautiful dark skin to him.
You will see what I want you to see!
The words came more forcefully this time. The blurriness became worse, but Professor Sinistra’s figure stayed perfectly in frame. The neckline of her robes was lowering, and he could see the tops of her breasts peeking out. The fabric over her hips faded, revealing a glimpse at her white, lacy panties.
Memories of resisting the Imperius Curse and the Veela allure back at the Quidditch World Cup leapt to the forefront of Harry’s mind. His will rebelled against the foreign compulsion that was guiding him towards a state of being that he could not abide.
Nothing would control his mind. Not now. Not ever.
The world snapped back into clarity, and Harry’s foot hit the ground. The sensation had passed by in a fraction of a second, and no one seemed to realise that anything was amiss.
Harry stared at his classmates in confusion as they went about setting up their telescopes. Had no one else felt what he had? Even Hermione seemed perfectly at ease.
“Is everything alright, Mr Potter?” Professor Sinistra asked from behind him.
“I don’t…” Harry’s words trailed off as he turned around and saw what Professor Sinistra was wearing. Or, rather, what she wasn’t wearing.
The robes that Professor Sinistra had been wearing since supper were completely gone, as was anything that she had on underneath. She was completely naked, barring the stylish, wide-brimmed, pointed hat atop her head and a pair of black high heels.
Everything about Professor Sinistra’s body seemed perfectly elegant like a piece of art. Her body was lithe but with noticeable curves that fit her well. Harry’s eyes instantly snapped to her breasts, which were normally just being hinted at by the cleavage in her designer robes. Now, those two beautiful orbs were completely revealed to him. They were a bit bigger than he’d expected and topped with dark-brown nipples that Harry wanted to latch onto. Her flat belly led down to her curvaceous hips and the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her wet mound.
Harry felt his mind go blank as he drank in as much of her body as he could. After a second of staring, he forced himself to look away.
She looked terribly concerned at his confused state, but Harry was having a hard time even looking in her direction. His eyes flickered towards the students who were still walking into the classroom. None of them seemed to even notice Professor Sinistra’s nudity.
Without answering Professor Sinistra’s question, Harry just stumbled over to where Hermione had set up her telescope and began doing the exact same thing. He got a few odd looks, especially from Professor Sinistra, but he ignored them all as he tried to process what the hell was going on.
“What was that about?” Hermione whispered over to him.
How was he supposed to answer that? He’d just seen their gorgeous professor practically completely naked right in front of everyone, and no one seemed to notice.
“Is there anything out of the ordinary here, Hermione?” Harry asked as neutrally as he could.
“What?” Hermione frowned at him. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Fine, I think,” Harry lied. “Just… I felt like something was off. Can you just look around the room quickly and tell me if you see anything unusual?”
It was clear that Hermione wanted to probe more into what he was feeling, but she knew well enough by now to trust his intuitions. As casually as she could, she slowly turned around and scanned the room. Harry was watching her face closely for any hint that she saw Professor Sinistra naked, but there was no look of shock or surprise that crossed her face.
“Everything looks fine to me,” she told him tentatively. “If you think that there’s something wrong though—”
“No, it’s fine,” Harry waved her off. “Don’t worry about it.”
Hermione looked uncertain but nodded regardless. She glanced over her shoulders a few times as she laid down on the floor and readied her parchment next to her telescope, but it was obvious that she wasn’t seeing Professor Sinistra’s nakedness.
Harry got settled next to her, grateful for the distraction of setting up his telescope and getting ready for the lecture. However, the moment he turned his head when he heard Professor Sinistra’s footsteps coming close to him, he knew that his schoolwork wasn’t going to be a big enough distraction to keep his eyes off of her.
Glancing up those long legs, Harry got a perfect view of Professor Sinistra’s pussy in all its glory. She squatted down just a few feet away from his head with her knees apart, causing her labia to spread apart slightly and revealing a glimpse of her pink core to him.
“You’re looking a little red, Mr Potter,” Professor Sinistra pointed out with concern in her tone. “Do you need to go to the Hospital Wing?”
“No,” he answered a little too quickly. As surprising and awkward as it had been at first, Harry didn’t want to miss this sight for the world. The hottest professor at Hogwarts was naked and on full display for him. This was like a dream come true.
“Alright,” Professor Sinistra replied. “But if you need to leave at any point, you do so.”
“I can escort him if need be,” Hermione chimed in helpfully.
“I’d appreciate that,” Professor Sinistra smiled. She shifted as she got back to her feet, making her breasts jiggle beautifully.
Harry tried to not be too obvious in his ogling, but it was hard when he was getting so turned on.
Class began much like it did back the last time he took it. Professor Sinistra walked around the Astronomy Tower and gave a brief overview of the subjects that they’d be covering this year. Honestly, the words went right in one of Harry’s ears and out the other. His entire focus was on her beautiful, naked body as she strutted around the room. He especially loved the way her arse would bounce when she walked.
The work that they started with was simple—merely a review of some star charts and where the major constellations were, their meanings, and how they’d be utilised in their later work—but Hermione still had to help keep Harry on task. It was pretty difficult when Professor Sinistra bent over while facing away from him, but Hermione just waved her hand in front of his face and made a comment about men staring at bums. Harry bet she would have stared too if she saw that Professor Sinistra was actually naked.
As the class wore on, Harry occasionally felt more mental probes coming his way. The words repeated.
You will see what I want you to see.
But the words were quieter each time they came. Eventually, they faded into nothing more than a whisper. They were still present, but they had no power over him.
It took him a surprisingly long time to piece together what this felt like: the Confundus Charm.
It was a spell that could confuse and misdirect those affected by it, and it worked by whispering suggestions or commands into someone’s mind. Harry realised that everyone else had to be under it; it was the only way that it made sense.
The only thing that still puzzled him was why. Why was Professor Sinistra naked, and why had she put up this charm?
By the time class ended, Harry was horny and confused enough to dare to ask. He waved Hermione on ahead, telling her that he’d catch up with her in the corridors and that he just wanted to talk to Professor Sinistra for a couple of minutes.
He waited for everyone else to leave the Astronomy Tower besides him and Professor Sinistra before he confronted her.
As soon as the last person walked out of the door, she turned curiously towards Harry.
“Mr Potter, I—”
“Why is there a Confundus Charm over the Astronomy Tower and why are you naked?” He asked her bluntly.
The panicked look that shot across her face told him everything that he needed to know. She’d been the one to set up the charm and trick everyone. Surprisingly enough though, Professor Sinistra didn’t move to cover herself up.
“I…” she bit her lip nervously, her eyes flickering between him and the moon shining beyond. Slowly, she pushed the door closed and then crossed the room towards him. “It helps me with my magic.”
It helps her with her magic? Harry frowned in confusion. How did that even work?
Professor Sinistra stepped out onto the parapet directly in the moonlight and turned back around to face him. She still looked nervous as anything, but her words were confident as she spoke.
“Being beneath the moon and the stars like this allows me to tap into magic better than I could otherwise,” she explained to him. “The subtleties in the air aren’t something that you can pick up with robes covering you up. I don’t hurt anyone by doing this, but no one in their right mind would let me teach naked. I set up the charm this year just as a test run, and I only use it with you adults or when I’m alone. It just makes people think that I’m wearing clothes.”
Harry mulled over her words. The Confundus Charm had merely tried to get him to see what the caster wanted him to see, and she didn’t seem to be lying to him now, so he took her words at face value. But the entire premise still perplexed him.
“How does being naked help your magic exactly?”
“It’s not normal magic,” Professor Sinistra admitted. “It’s ritualistic magic. The positions of the stars and the phases of the moon play an important part in rituals. It’s been my dream to teach ritualistic magic, but Astronomy is a close second since they’re so intertwined. I perform rituals and do the necessary preparations at night, and being naked helps me feel connected to the world around me in a way that’s just different. It’s… hard to explain without experiencing it yourself.”
Ritualistic magic? Harry had read a little bit about it, but most of his memories of the subject came from when Wormtail resurrected Voldemort in the graveyard all those years ago. He knew it wasn’t inherently evil, but it still troubled him.
Evidently, his thoughts reflected across his face, because Professor Sinistra’s expression turned to pleading.
“Let me show you,” she told him. “I’ve got some nightshade that I need to prepare for a ritual, and I need to do so under the moon’s light. You can stand by me and feel what I feel when I do it. You’d just…”
“Need to be naked,” Harry finished for her.
Professor Sinistra nodded her head. “If you’re comfortable with it that is.”
Harry had never exactly had a problem with nakedness, but he did have a problem with having an erection around his professor, even if it was warranted.
He was about to turn her down when he noticed something. If Professor Sinistra wasn’t standing under the moonlight, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight shine from her labia. There were a few small beads of moisture there.
She was turned on by being caught? Or maybe just with the realisation that someone was staring at her nude body.
“Alright,” Harry agreed quickly, feeling more confident about it.
“Really?” Professor Sinistra beamed with excitement. “I’ve never had anyone do this with me before. Alright, give me a second to get everything together. You can get undressed now if you want.”
As she ran off to grab the nightshade she’d stashed nearby, Harry started to undress as well. He placed all of his clothes into his bag and stood there completely naked—barring his socks and shoes due to how cold the stone floor was—as the cold night wind washed over him. It wasn’t enough to stop his erection from forming when Professor Sinistra returned. Her body was just too damned perfect for his body not to react to.
He noticed Professor Sinistra’s eyes lowering to glance at his cock for a moment, but she made no comment over his erection. She just bounded over to his side with a bundle of nightshade in a jar in one hand and her wand in the other.
“This is a simple purification ritual,” she explained to him. “It’s barely a ritual at all, just some words and a little twirl, but it does the job well enough. You just need to stand there and focus on the world around you. You’ll get what I mean when I do the ritual.”
Harry nodded and watched as Professor Sinistra readied herself. She hummed a few words in what sounded like Gaelic, though Harry wasn’t too certain, and held her wand tip against the glass jar as she spun on her heels. She performed three perfect clockwise rotations before stopping perfectly still and then doing one final clockwise rotation.
Throughout the entire ritual, Harry hadn’t felt a thing. But then the lid of the jar glowed a deep green and the moonlight reflected off of it and suddenly the world came alive.
If he had to describe the sensation of the magic that washed over him, he’d compare it to the feelings he got whenever he ate delicious food. The sensation originated on the surface of his skin—but not on his covered feet, which made him realise the importance of being naked to experience this—and seemed to slowly seep into every part of him. It tingled in a pleasant way and left with him an euphoric high that made him want to laugh and dance and sing and cry and make love all at once.
He turned to Professor Sinistra with a great big grin on his face, which matched hers.
“That was incredible,” he breathed out in awe.
“I know,” she said. “And that’s why I do this naked. There’s just something about it that’s so…”
“Magical.”
“Yes,” she laughed. “Exactly.”
Finally, Harry realised what he wanted to dedicate the rest of his life to.
“You know a lot about rituals, right?” He asked her.
“More than most,” Professor Sinistra answered. “I’m not an expert by any means, but there aren’t many in Britain who I’d wager know more than me.”
“Do you think that you could teach me?” Harry asked eagerly.
Professor Sinistra’s eyes lit up. “Ritualistic magic is an ancient practice built upon apprenticeships to transfer down the skills witches and wizards learnt. I’ve always wanted one myself. Would you like to—”
“Yes!” Harry exclaimed.
“Brilliant!” Professor Sinistra laughed.
Suddenly, before either of them could stop, they both engulfed the other in a hug. It only took a fraction of a second of contact for both of them to be reminded of Harry’s erection as it got trapped between their bodies. Harry pulled away quickly.
“Sorry—”
“No, don’t be,” Professor Sinistra quickly replied, looking a little flustered. “It’s perfectly natural. I don’t mind that you… you know.”
“Right,” Harry said, still turning away from her slightly to mask his erection.
“Look, why don’t you come back tomorrow night around ten,” Professor Sinistra suggested. “We can start learning then.”
“That sounds perfect,” Harry replied.
Suddenly, the door to the Astronomy Tower swung open.
“Harry? Is everything alright?” Hermione called out as she stepped back inside. “You’ve been gone for a while.”
Harry couldn’t believe it. His best friend was standing across the tower from him, staring straight towards him, and she didn’t seem to notice or care that he was naked. He glanced up at Aurora, who winked at him.
“Yeah, sorry,” Harry said to Hermione. “We were just a bit busy talking.”
“It’s my fault, Miss Granger,” Professor Sinistra explained. “I promised to help Harry out with a bit of extra research, and we were just working out a study plan. But now that it’s all taken care of, it’s time for both of you to get back to bed.”
Harry wanted to breathe a sigh of relief as Hermione accepted the answer without complaint.
“Alright, let’s go, Harry,” she said to him.
A panicked look crossed Professor Sinistra’s face.
“Wait!” She exclaimed before Harry could take more than a couple of steps. “There’s something I need to speak to Harry quickly about in private. He’ll meet you out in the corridor. Please close the door behind you.”
Hermione looked confused at her sudden outburst but followed her orders nonetheless.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked Professor Sinistra.
She let out a little giggle. “The Confundus Charm only extends throughout the Astronomy Tower. If you stepped outside of it, the mirage of your clothing would have disappeared.”
“Oh.”
That could have been horrific.
Harry hurriedly put his clothes back on as Professor Sinistra returned to the door. Once he was dressed, Harry met back up with her there.
“Remember, tomorrow night at ten,” she told him. “I think that this is going to be a wonderful opportunity for both of us, Harry.”
He couldn’t agree more.
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The joyous celebration of the Halloween feast wasn’t enough to stop Harry from going to bed right after his last class of the day. Some of his friends worried about him, but Hermione had helped assure them all that Harry had just finally found his passion.
Ritualistic magic came like a breath of fresh air. It incorporated so many different branches of magic that it never left Harry feeling bored. Sometimes, he and Aurora would engage in a well-rehearsed duel in order to create the right type of magical residue in the air in order to activate the magical circle they’d drawn on the floor of the Astronomy Tower. Other times, they’d be stuck waiting for just the right position of the stars before burning a bundle of magical plants to activate a ritual. Seeing the glow of the magic and the feel of the hair on his arms standing up was so surreal, and he knew that this was what he wanted to dedicate the rest of his life to.
But his newfound passion came with an unexpected addition: nudity.
Staring at Professor Sinistra’s bare backside had been an enticing enough reason to give nudity a go, and it’d only been better from that point going forward. It was impossible not to admire her beauty as she moved through intricate dances underneath the moon and stars. He often found himself transfixed as he watched her, and the emanation of magic from a successfully completed ritual electrified his skin and made him feel alive.
Ritualistic magic was something primal. It required the use of nature and the guidance of the stars above in order to be performed properly, and it had a different feel to it than wand magic did. If he’d been wearing his stuffy robes, he wouldn’t have been able to detect the slight changes in the air or feel the moon’s light beaming down on him. But while he was naked, he could pick up on all of the little, intricate sensations that made ritualistic magic what it was.
The joy on his face every time they performed a ritual together was mirrored by Professor Sinistra as she watched him experience what she had been experiencing by her lonesome all this time.
Since then, the two had become inseparable. They worked together every night that she didn’t have classes to teach and began exploring the heavens and how they could aid in rituals together.
On nights where Harry had his Astronomy class with her, he’d go to it clothed, but Professor Sinistra would inevitably vanish off his clothes. She extended the ritual she’d erected to cover him as well, so no one but the two of them could see that they were both naked. At first, it had been a thrill to be naked around his classmates, but it faded quickly and was instead replaced by the comforting joy of being connected to the heavens more closely just by being naked.
Thankfully, there were no classes tonight; Halloween was on a Saturday this year, and that meant that Harry and Professor Sinistra would have the entire evening to themselves.
So, while the denizens of the castle gorged themselves on all of the delicious food and treats that the house-elves had to offer, Harry and Professor Sinistra slept, waiting for the hour to arrive when they could meet up and continue on with their rituals.
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“Aurora?” Harry called out gently as he pushed open the door to the Astronomy Tower. Since he’d become her official apprentice, she’d insisted on him using her first name. “Are you here?”
She was usually here first, but not always. Sometimes she needed to run around and procure some special ingredients for whatever ritual they were planning on doing that night. So, Harry just shrugged and walked inside.
As he started up the spiral staircase, he heard something that gave him pause. Aurora was cursing, and it didn’t sound too pleasant.
Harry hurried up the staircase to find her sitting cross-legged facing towards him. It was cold up here at this time of year, and her arms were covered in gooseflesh and her small, dark-brown nipples were erect. Harry tried to avert his gaze away from them, but it was hard when Aurora was so beautiful. Even after a month of seeing her naked on a regular basis, it was impossible to always ignore his body’s physical attraction towards hers.
“Is everything alright?” Harry asked, biting the inside of his cheek to get his mind back under control.
“No,” Aurora huffed. Her focus broke, and she fell backwards onto the floor and stretched out all of her limbs.
Harry bit down harder to stop himself from groaning when Aurora’s labia parted just enough that he could see her pink core for a moment. Feeling himself start to harden in his trousers, he turned away. He walked to the parapet that ran the length of the Astronomy Tower and leaned out against the cool metal bars that prevented anyone from accidentally tumbling over the edge.
“Another failure then?” Harry asked carefully.
“It seems like no matter what I try, nothing works!” Aurora shouted to the winds. “All I want is a simple ritual to help my skin stay as flawless as it is without wasting all of my money buying potions to do it!”
Besides Astronomy, Harry had quickly learnt that Aurora’s biggest hobby was fashion. She loved purchasing the finest robes she could and kept up to date with the latest trends in design from across the globe. A big part of her interest was her ensuring that her body stayed nice and fit and as gorgeous as she could make herself so that she could look even better in all of these nice outfits she wore in public.
It was just another example of how versatile ritualistic magic was. They could be used to enhance your body and mind or create, destroy, or alter various things in the world. It transcended the rigid boundaries of charms, curses, and transfiguration and often fit within multiple categories at once.
Aurora’s dream ritual was one that she’d been hunting for for a long time. Sure, there were rituals that did exactly what she wanted, but they all came with some sort of trade off. For instance, there was one that required her to bathe in the blood of an unwillingly-sacrificed virgin woman who was either 23 or 29 years old exactly—the ritual had to be performed within a seven-minute window of the exact time of her birth. Another one would grant her exactly what she wanted for an entire year, but the year afterwards would see her skin dried out beyond repair until a year had passed. They’d thought that they’d managed to find one in an old text, but it ended up explaining that if you interacted with certain types of magic, your body would become mummified instantly.
So, in between teaching Harry various safe rituals that utilised the stars and the phases of the moon, they’d also searched for a possible ritual that could do what Aurora wanted. However, as time went on without a solution that didn’t have significant drawbacks, they were coming to the belief that they were going to have to try to develop their own ritual if they wanted to succeed.
“I know you might have read these books already, but I tried doing some research in the Restricted Section,” Harry began tentatively as he pulled a few scraps of parchment out of his bag.
“First, you remember our rule, don’t you?” Aurora said, glancing up at him and then looking up and down his body.
Harry remembered.
“No work, practical or theoretical, until we’re naked,” Harry recited from memory.
Aurora drew her wand. “Do you want me to?” She asked.
Harry just nodded, and Aurora flicked her wand towards him.
Suddenly, all of his clothes vanished from his body and reappeared in the air next to him. They neatly folded themselves up and then flew into his book bag.
At first, Harry had been uncomfortable being nude around Aurora, but now it was only relegated to whenever he had an erection, and even then it wasn’t always the case. Sometimes, he’d catch her checking him out or notice her own subtle signs of arousal. It made his erections seem less perverted and more natural.
He strode over to her side, ignoring the bobbing of his hard cock. Aurora, for her part, acted like she didn’t notice the thick piece of meat in between his legs other than a quick glance down at it.
She sat up in a cross-legged position and invited Harry to sit by her. He had to bite back a groan because her position only highlighted her body even more than it already was. Regardless, he sat down next to her and laid out the parchment he’d collected on the floor
“I was kind of rushing,” he admitted with a cheeky smile, “so, I only grabbed the names of the rituals and where I found them.”
“That’s fine,” Aurora assured him. “Tell me what you found. Maybe I overlooked something.”
Harry picked up the first piece of parchment. “The Nymphal Rebirth?”
Aurora shook her head. “Not unless we want to go around asking a hundred virgin women to dance around us while we perform the ritual.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad—” Harry’s joking words were cut off by Aurora’s snort of amusement.
“Not until they stab stone knives in your chest and sacrifice you, or any other male really, to empower the ritual,” Aurora said.
Harry tossed the parchment over his shoulders. “Right, not that one,” he muttered as he grabbed the next piece of parchment. “The Fresh Mist ritual?”
“Sucks the water out of three adult Diricawls, killing them instantly,” Aurora sighed. “Much as I want nice skin, I don’t exactly want my vanity to be the cause of these creatures dying.”
“The Cleansing Moonbeam ritual?”
Again, Aurora shook her head. “It’s on my list, but we can’t do it until August. It only works during a solar eclipse that’s visible from Stonehenge. I’d rather something done sooner rather than waiting until then.”
“You really can’t just use potions for a few months?” Harry asked with amusement evident in his tone. He knew just what sort of reaction this was going to get.
“Potions can damage your skin if you use them too intensively,” she reminded him with a huff. “And besides, it costs too much.”
“You’re mad for caring this much about how you look,” Harry laughed.
“You sure seem to be appreciative of it,” Aurora teased, pointing down at his erection.
Harry’s mouth snapped shut. He didn’t even want to go there. Aurora had a smug look on her lips like she knew she’d won the battle.
“The Rejuvenating Seed?” He suggested, reading off the next ritual.
Aurora laughed loudly. “That’s a pretty bold suggestion there, Harry.”
Harry tilted his head to the side with curiosity in his eyes. “What do you mean? Is there something wrong with the ritual?”
“There’s nothing wrong with it inherently,” Aurora giggled again. “But it’s sex magic. A man has to finish inside of a woman for it to complete.”
Harry couldn’t help blushing lightly from embarrassment once she told that. They’d talked about sex rituals before since they were an important part of the history of ritualistic magic, but it’d only been from a theoretical perspective. Most of them were tied around fertility and physical empowerment in some form or another; Harry felt a little stupid that he hadn’t realised that good skin could be considered a form of physical empowerment.
Wait!
She hadn’t turned him down.
Harry’s eyes widened slightly in realisation. She’d know what the ritual was and could have said that it wasn’t appropriate or something she wasn’t interested in, but she didn’t. All she said was that it was a bold suggestion.
Aurora had caught him staring at her nude body more than once, and she’d never once chastised him or done anything to cover herself up. In fact, he’d even caught her peeking at him too on occasion. As much as he believed her that she liked being nude because of the intimate magical connection it allowed for, he had always wondered if she secretly simply enjoyed being nude from a sexual perspective as well.
If that was the case, how did she feel about him? Surely if she didn’t appreciate his lingering gazes, she would have shut it down long ago. Maybe she lusted after him the way he lusted after her.
There was only one way to know.
“I’m game if you are,” he raised an eyebrow confidently towards her.
Aurora looked caught off guard at his forwardness. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed to settle herself back down into a pensive expression. Harry gave her all the time she needed to mull it over as his heart pounded with desire in his chest.
It was subtle, but Harry noticed by the way that her chest rose and fell that her breathing was starting to pick up.
“You’re my apprentice…” Aurora murmured uncertainly.
He understood her worry, and he wanted to assuage her that there were no concerns on his end. “Sex magic is a part of ritual magic,” he argued gently. “There’s nothing inherently wrong with it. Besides, you promised to teach me.”
Aurora snorted. “I suppose I did,” she agreed.
Her gaze changed then. The worry and uncertainty faded quickly, and her eyes began to fill with the possibilities that could unfold from their relationship changing in this way. Sex magic was something quite unique in its effects, and while the fertility and physical empowerment it achieved could be recreated through other forms of rituals, which were often more potent, they always had downsides that made it difficult to justify doing them over sex magic. Having good, healthy skin was only the start. Sex magic could be used to help people heal from injuries faster, allow them feats of strength that would have otherwise been incredibly difficult if not impossible, and even provide meagre boosts to their magical connections with the world around them.
Sex magic was the type of thing that wouldn’t change a person dramatically, but it did allow them to live out their best lives. It was popular once, but the advent of wands, which made magic easier in general, lessened its use. This was a chance for rediscovery and new advances.
But for all that was academically sound about it, the most important part was the connection between the participants. If there wasn’t mutual interest, then sex magic wouldn’t work.
Aurora stared into Harry’s eyes, searching for something only known to her. He stared back at her intensely, trying to convey the sincerity and seriousness of his offer.
Then, her gaze lowered down his muscled torso to his still-hard cock.
“Alright,” she agreed as she returned to meet his gaze. “Let’s do it.”
A flurry of excited and nervous butterflies filled Harry’s stomach. Ever since he first caught Aurora naked, he’d been dreaming of what it would be like to be with her, and now was his chance. But what was even better was that they’d be doing this during a ritual. Given how good ritualistic magic felt against his bare skin, he wondered if it’d be any different if it happened while he was having sex.
Aurora got to her feet and quickly grabbed the necessary supplies from her bag. “The ritual isn’t too complicated,” she explained to him as she began to draw a magic circle in chalk on the floor. “Once the moon is in position, I’ll sit on your lap in the middle of the circle and we’ll make love. We’ll both need to last for thirteen minutes and then… finish at the stopping point. I’ve just got to set up some tansy, hollyhock, and primrose.”
A neat bundle of each of the plants were placed within smaller circles, which were connected to the large circle she’d initially drawn.
Once everything was in its place, Aurora placed the remaining chalk and plants back into her bag.
“You can sit down in the middle of the circle now,” she instructed him over her shoulder.
Perhaps it was his lack of experience other than with Ginny or maybe it was just because Aurora looked so damn sexy, but Harry’s cock was leaping with excitement as he sat down in the middle of the ritual circle she’d drawn. He was careful not to disturb the white chalk lines as he crossed his legs.
Aurora was walking around the circle, ostensibly looking it over for any imperfections, but Harry and her both knew that it was perfect. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was taking her time doing this to show off her body more to him, which he wasn’t going to complain about. Her long legs and perky arse were a delight to behold, and it made him all the more eager to feel her walls wrapped around his shaft.
Finally, Aurora nodded her head. “It all looks good, and the moon will be in its final position in just over fourteen minutes from now. Are you sure that you’ll be able to hold on inside of me for that long?”
Honestly, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.
“Of course,” he assured her with as much confidence as he could muster. “The real question is if you’ll last.”
Aurora giggled. “Someone’s confident. I like that in a man.”
She walked around to his front and carefully stepped into the ritual circle, placing her feet on either side of Harry’s legs. Her pussy was inches away from his facing and radiating so much heat that he couldn’t believe it.
Aurora smiled down at him. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Harry said.
Aurora started squatting down. Her legs widened, and her dripping wet pussy slowly grew closer to his cock.
As soon as the tip of his cock touched Aurora’s pussy, Harry sucked in a deep breath. It felt so nice and warm. Her dark labia parted easily with just a little pressure, and then the head of his cock slipped inside of her.
“Mmm,” Aurora moaned softly. She balanced herself on Harry’s shoulders as she continued to sink down onto him. Her chest rubbed against his as she worked her way down, and when he was fully inside of her tight warmth, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
With their bodies pressed so tightly together, their faces were barely an inch apart. Harry’s mouth was hung open in awe at the incredible sensations of everything. He couldn’t believe just how wonderful Aurora felt. It wasn’t just the feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock; the intimate connection of their bodies was doing just as much for him as anything else.
Harry wrapped his arms around Aurora’s body too, but his hands went down to cup her arse. It was nice and firm under his touch with just the right amount of jiggle.
“So, how do we get started?” He asked her as his cock jumped inside of her pussy.
“We act as lovers do,” Aurora murmured seductively. Her warm breath misted across his face. “In all ways, we need to be devoted to each other. It’s our celebration of lovemaking that makes this ritual work. Just remember that neither of us can finish until the moon’s at the right spot in the sky.”
“How will we know when that happens? Won’t we be a bit too focused on each other?” Harry pointed out.
“The circle will glow when it’s time,” Aurora informed him. “We’ll have exactly twenty-nine seconds to finish before the glow will fade.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Harry joked. The feeling of Aurora sitting on his lap already had his body wired and ready to work up to release everything inside of her. Lasting for thirteen minutes was going to be a challenge, but he was going to try. If worst comes to worst, maybe they could again another night.
Merlin. Harry’s body shivered at the thought of doing this Aurora again. He knew that they were just doing this for a ritual, but the number of times he’d wanted to just fuck her up here in the Astronomy Tower was higher than he could count.
Maybe he could convince her to do more sex rituals with him.
A faint chime-like sound emanated from around them.
“The thirteen minutes starts now,” Aurora explained at his confused look. Suddenly, she started shifting in his lap. Her sopping wet walls squeezed his cock as she gyrated her hips, slowly rocking back and forth. “Just do what comes natural and we’ll be fine.”
They had to act as lovers. Well, there was one thing above all else that came to Harry’s mind about what lovers did.
Harry only needed to tilt his head up slightly for his lips to meet Aurora’s. It seemed as though she’d just been waiting for him to make this move because her lips were already parted for him. The moment their lips interlocked, Harry felt like he’d finally found heaven. He could taste the subtle, cherry-flavoured lip gloss she wore and a hint of her favourite mint-infused lemonade she had every night. He desperately wanted to taste more of her and so he pushed his tongue forward. Aurora opened her lips wider to grant his tongue access, and then both of their tongues were swirling around each other.
Aurora seemed to enjoy the kiss enough to introduce some vertical movement to her hips. Having his cock stirring around inside of her pussy was delightful, but the feeling of her gliding up and down his shaft was simply sublime. Together with the kiss, Harry felt like his mind was going to explode.
The slow, methodical movement of Aurora’s hips was punctuated by Harry squeezing her arse each time she lowered herself back down onto him. Aurora’s arms hugged him tighter against herself, and her hardened nipples teased themselves as they dragged up and down Harry’s chest.
It was a truly romantic scene under the moonlight. The castle was dead asleep, and the only noise being made came from Harry and Aurora’s bodies moving against each other.
After only a few minutes, Harry felt his cock starting to pulse. He was getting dangerously close to the edge, but he didn’t want to stop. Ultimately though, he didn’t want to ruin this for Aurora.
He pulled away from the kiss, leaving both of them breathless.
“Slow down for a second,” Harry told her.
Aurora looked confused but did as he asked. “Is something wrong? I—”
“It’s a lot of stimulation,” Harry admitted, blushing lightly.
Aurora giggled quietly and sank all the way down onto his cock. “I knew I was right to ask if you’d last.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect you to feel this fucking good,” Harry chuckled.
Aurora’s eyes flashed with lust. “Well, if you need a break for a minute, I’m sure that you can find other ways of busying yourself.”
Her arms left him, and she instead leaned backwards and put her whole body on display for him.
Suddenly, Harry’s mind was filled with possibilities.
When he’d been with Ginny after the war, there’d been a few things that really got her going. He wasn’t sure how Aurora would respond to them, but they were the best chance he had.
His hand snapped forward with his thumb outstretched. It was easy to find her clit right above where their bodies were connected, and he started with just a gentle amount of direct pressure. Aurora instantly let out a moan, and Harry slowly increased the pressure until he found her breaking point where it became too much. When her thighs started to tremble and her pussy spasmed around his cock, he backed off, knowing that too much pleasure could overwhelm and make it uncomfortable for her. He fell back to a few steps below where he’d been and stayed around there, shifting up or down in terms of intensity whenever he felt it was needed.
The rest of him wasn’t passive either. With Aurora leaning back, her breasts were perfectly within reach of his other hand. He took his time feeling up the shape of them and letting her sensitive nipples get all of the attention that they deserved.
In less than a minute, Aurora was moaning and twitching on top of his cock. Even though the feeling of her walls squeezing and spasming around his cock were incredibly pleasurable, Harry had enough of a chance to recover that it wasn’t pushing him past his breaking point. He held off, relishing every second that Aurora was finding pleasure from his actions.
“Oh, Harry,” she gasped loudly. Her hips rocked on top of his, but without the vertical movement from before, it was much easier for him to handle. “That’s it. Just right there. Just fucking touch me righ—”
Her words cut off in a silent scream as she stared up at the moon.
There was a pulse of energy from the magic circle as the moon’s rays struck it. A tingle ran over every inch of Harry’s visible skin. The only parts that were ignored were his cock and the bits of his thighs that Aurora was sitting on. The magic circle didn’t have the full glow that Aurora had promised him, but he knew that they must be close.
“Three minutes,” Aurora said breathlessly. Harry’s fingers were still working their magic, and her chest was heaving as she sucked down as much air as she could, only to lose it a second later when she let out an incredible moan. “Three more blissful minutes.”
Blissful indeed. Harry felt completely overwhelmed just having his cock inside of Aurora’s tight pussy and experiencing her pulsing around him. He couldn’t imagine lasting the full thirteen minutes at a breakneck pace.
“You feel incredible, Aurora.” Harry said her name like a blessing. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”
Aurora laughed, her cheeks gaining a beautiful red blush. “Nerves, naivety, stupidity. Take any of the above. Merlin, I should have fucked you the night that you caught me.”
Harry’s heart rate quickened. “Did you want to?”
“Of course,” Aurora panted. “When you confronted me, I was so turned on. If Miss Granger hadn’t showed up when she did… well, let’s just say that we would have completed our first sex ritual that night.”
She wanted him as much as he wanted her!
“You don’t know how many nights we’ve been together that I’ve wanted to take you and make you mine,” Harry admitted.
Aurora laughed again. “A part of me was hoping you would. Why do you think I bent over so much in front of you? Every time I saw your hard cock and the way you stared at my body, I wanted to feel you against my skin. I wanted to feel you filling me up and stretching me out. I wanted to make love with you under the moon and stars and experience what it was like to finally try my hand at sex magic. I still can’t believe that this is real.”
“Does this make you believe?” Harry asked as he thrust up into her. She bounced on his lap as he fell back down, and she squealed when his thumb rubbed across her clit.
“Yes!” She cried. “Fuck, Harry, I can’t wait any more!”
Suddenly, her body shot forward and she braced her arms against his shoulders. Her feet planted themselves firmly on either side of his hips, and she started riding his cock like she’d been born to do it. There was no consideration for the ritual anymore, only the mutual pleasure that they shared.
Aurora’s hips were like pistons. She kept slamming her arse down and spearing herself on Harry’s cock as fast as she could. The sound of her arse hitting his thighs rang out into the chilly night, and their moans of pleasure brought warmth to the Astronomy Tower.
The magic circle around them pulsed again, and Harry felt the energy rush through his body and then convene in his crotch. It brought an incredible heat and burst of pleasure that nearly made him spill his seed inside of Aurora that second.
“The one minute warning,” she said breathlessly, not stopping bouncing on his cock for even a second. Her pussy was gushing around him as he filled her up better than anyone else had ever before. “We can make it.”
Harry didn’t know if they could, but at this point, he couldn’t stop what was happening. This was a hedonistic experience beyond any other, and his body’s needs were overwhelming his mind’s.
Aurora’s pussy clamped down hard around his cock for a second as she cursed.
“Fuck! I’m so close,” she whined.
But Harry didn’t care. He needed her, and she needed him. This ritual could happen another day if they needed.
Using all of his strength, Harry grabbed onto Aurora’s arse again and resumed her bouncing on his cock. He lifted her up and then let her drop all the way back down again and again. Aurora was howling with pleasure, and her pussy was spasming hard around his cock. Harry’s cock was twitching with excitement too as the pleasure neared its crescendo.
A brilliant flash of light exploded from the magic circle around them. The light faded instantly, leaving the white chalk glowing a bright cyan colour.
“Now!” Aurora screamed.
Harry dropped her down on his cock one last time.
“Cumming!” He groaned as his cock exploded inside of her.
It was a torrent of cum that shot out of him. Harry swore that he’d never cum so much before in his life. Thick spurts continued to fire over and over as Aurora’s pussy lost control of itself.
“Harry!” Aurora screamed as she orgasmed.
Together, they lost themselves to their pleasure. Harry kept cumming until the point that his sticky white cum started to leak out from Aurora’s tight pussy. It was abnormal, but such was the effect of cumming within a magic circle.
A wash of energy rushed over both of them as the magical circle detected a successful ritual. It felt like sparks were crackling over every inch of his skin, but they didn’t hurt. There was only a lingering heat that made Harry feel warm and comforted.
But all of that was quickly forgotten when a final rush of energy shot straight to his cock.
Harry had thought that cumming inside of a woman’s pussy was the pinnacle of pleasure. Making love with Aurora was by far the best he’d ever experienced, but it paled in comparison to what he felt when the magical energy struck him.
Later, Harry would recall the story and think of George and Fred’s Weasleys’ Wildfire Whiz-bangs fireworks. It was the closest thing that he could try to compare the sensation to, but even this didn’t do it justice. The wash of magical energy felt like it transported him out of his body and into a realm of pure pleasure. All of those minor worries niggling at the back of his mind faded. All of the faint aches and pains he’d accumulated throughout the day disappeared in an instant. And every last negative thing that could possibly be consciously or subconsciously perceived vanished for a moment, leaving him with nothing but pure, unadulterated ecstasy to experience through body, mind, and soul.
The next thing Harry remembered was him regaining consciousness, laying down on the stone floor with Aurora laying on top of his chest, his cock still in her pussy, and a large amount of cum dribbling down his shaft. She felt so light on top of him that Harry didn’t dare move her. He waited until she shifted around to smile up at her.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Aurora was still in a daze, glancing around the Astronomy Tower. Realisation caught up quickly enough, and she glanced down at her body.
Her skin was flawless.
Her eyes lit up in joy, and Harry’s expression matched hers.
“This had better not be the only sex ritual we do,” she said to him.
The only answer he gave her was a passionate kiss.
Comments
Joe Uchiha
Well damn! Amazing work as always.
Erinnyes
Romantic, fluffy, and downright sexy. Thats a big win.
jp9901
You have the alchemical magic because you turned my copper-level prompt into pure GOLD! PLATINUM EVEN! Thank you!
