Sexual Healing

Author’s Notes: This is set about eight years from the end of the DH. However, the epilogue and some of the ending has been completely ignored; thus it may be considered AU. This fic contain references to gratuitous sex, drug use, professional misconduct, extra-marital sex, and the darker aspects of daily life. I have attempted to handle each of these situations in a thoughtful and caring manner, though I do not claim to have succeeded. If you are looking for a fluffy-PWP you have the wrong story. You Have Been Warned!

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Sexual Healing

***Prologue***

For most of my life, I have kept some form of journal to remember important events or feelings or as a tribute to mundane daily life. However, since the day I received my Hogwarts letter most of my life has been far from mundane. I’ve faced danger many times with Harry and Ron, helped Harry destroy the evil wizard, Lord Voldemort, and felt the prejudice of both Muggles and wizards for having the tenacity to be a witch born from Muggles. The man of my dreams turned out to be none other than my Potions professor, a dark, sarcastic, former Death Eater who was never very pleasant; he is the father of four of my five children and the one on the way. I almost lost him and everything else I treasure because in the long run we are both stubborn and insecure.

This will not be like my other journals, it will not be dated or anything as it does not tell of times when one day was no different from the other. This is the story of how I was lost and then found. This is part of my healing. Perhaps the best place to start is the beginning …

I lost my virginity at too young of an age to an international Quidditch star. When most people thought we were quietly studying in the library, we were actually getting it on very hot and heavy. Thanks to a clever Confundus Charm no one ever caught us, not even the librarian. It wasn’t long before he invited me out to the Durmstrang ship. There I participated in my first orgy and soon I became a regular at them. This is the first time I have ever written any of this down or told anyone. However, I cannot deny it any longer, either.

At the Durmstrang parties I learned that even though one on one sex with men was my preference, I enjoyed women, too and group sex with either sex or both. Women taste sweet while men taste salty. Perhaps one day, I will describe my favourite group position, but at the moment it does not serve my purpose. Suffice to say that my experience with the students from Durmstrang taught me more about human sexuality than I ever learned in books.

Another sexual epiphany occurred while I was seeing Charlie Weasley, no one ever knew we saw each other for most of the summer between my fifth and sixth year. He often Apparated us to Trafalgar Square. We sat by the fountain and watched as people would come and go. Often we would see a police officer chase away a worn and grizzled homeless man. He couldn’t have been more than forty, but looked closer to sixty. His clothes were torn and dirty; his hair and beard were matted and going grey; his skin was pock-marked and filthy; he was way to thin. He was sad and scary and beautiful all at the same time.

One day after Charlie brought us to the square, on a whim I asked him cast a Confundus Charm and a Repelling Charm, then vanish our clothes. People stared at us for a minute before getting an odd look on their faces and hurrying away. We made love while laughing at the silly Muggles who would catch us. The only one of them who wasn’t affected by out charm was the homeless man.

After Charlie had spent himself into me, I splashed my way over to the lost soul who had captured my attention on many other occasions. I knelt in front of him as he leaned towards the fountain. The next thing I knew, he had pulled out his cock and was peeing in my face. I should have run screaming in fear and disgust. A vagrant was peeing on me. But I couldn’t. Instead, I opened my mouth and drank from his golden shower, relishing in the warm, bitter taste. He smiled at me as he shook himself dry. As he made to put himself back in his trousers, I reached my hand out and stopped him. At first, he looked frightened, but as I stood up and wrapped myself around him, I felt something change in him.

His rough and weathered hands could be felt on my bare skin as my lips fought their way through his wiry beard to his. Surprisingly, his lips were soft; perhaps do to the protection created by his beard. He tasted of cheap alcohol, tobacco, and other things undistinguishable. He tasted like someone in need of being touched.

Tenderly, I removed his clothes and tasted the rest of him, kissing each inch of skin I revealed. With each touch of my lips to his skin, I discovered a new taste, some exquisite some quite the opposite. By the time, I got to his cock, it was hard and huge. Greedily, I took him into my mouth and pleasured him as much as I dared without making him cum.

With a smile on my face, I laid my body down the moist stones to allow him the opportunity to explore me. He did not hesitate at the chance I had offered. There are times when can still feel his beard scratching the inside of my thighs as his tongue worked my fanny and my nub or the coarseness of it on my breasts as he suckled a nipple.

When he slammed his length into my, I completely forgot about Charlie or the fact that I was making love to a filthy stranger. This man needed to be touched, to be loved, and I was overjoyed to be the one to give it to him, if only for one afternoon.

He desperately pounded into me harder and harder. This beat anything I had ever experienced. I kissed him fiercely, allowing only a few pauses for breaths. With a shudder he exploded inside of me and I held him tighter.

We parted with a smile and Charlie assisted the man into his clothes, cleaned and repaired.

“You were amazing to watch,” he said as he cast several charms on me. I recognized the Scouring Charm, a contraceptive charm, and a few that I believe were designed to keep me from catching anything.

Charlie and I went back to the square several times after that, but we never saw that man again.

If it were not for that experience, I wonder if I would have been brave enough to make love to my husband that first time before we were married. In many ways the man and Severus were similar, they both needed to be touched. I’ve often wondered, if Charlie had not been there if I would have walked away from everything and followed the man. I knew then that I could have easily lived that lifestyle. I have never shared this experience with Severus until recently, it was one of the reasons that I followed the path that I did and at the time with my husband’s blessing.

I married Severus shortly after he resumed the Headmaster’s post at Hogwarts. We met at the Hog’s Head one evening during the rebuilding process. I had broken up with Ron earlier that week. Ron wanted to be married before we even thought about oral sex, and turned green at the thought of multiple partners. Severus showed no such qualms, taking me in the alley behind the inn before we had an official date.

Sex had featured prominently in my life since my fourth year. I knew as much about it as I did about everything else, but I wanted to learn more. In many ways it was more powerful than most forms of magic.

I took my N.E.W.T.s early, at the end of my sixth year – though no one knew, and immediately started studying sex. I read books on physiology, psychology, and sex magic. I also studied healing arts, lots of healing arts and helped out Madam Pomfrey in the schools Hospital Wing.

I continued studying, even earning a few Muggle degrees, with some magical help. Severus and I were married two months after out first impromptu rendezvous. I had been sexually active since my fourth year, practicing only marginally safe sex; yet this was the first time I ever got pregnant: with triplets to boot. One year and three months after giving birth, I got pregnant again, with twins this time. So with two two-year-old and three four-year-olds, I became the Wizarding World’s first sexual healer. And my business boomed.