Archmage

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Potterverse and from Dragonlance and surely I don't earn any money from my fan fiction.

AN: I tried to write PWP, I really tried. But it's a comedy again.


Raistlin was in the potion lab working over his assignment. He really wanted to stay in this magic school. There was a huge library, which would take him a long time to read through. This school was a safe haven, where he could find everything about magic and powers of this world, while he would have absolutely no worry with food or accommodation. And as a bonus there was Hermione Granger, who was eager not only to help him with everything, but also to jump to his bed. There can appear a problem.

He had almost no practical skills with women. Only very detailed theoretic knowledge from one of Fistandantilus' s book. On Krynn there was a legend of his daughter with an Irda woman, but he had no memory of "making" said child. With Crysania he didn't get very far behind a few kisses, because he needed her to stay pure. He had only two one-night affairs - one with his brother' s bored girlfriend, which ended disastrous and one with Ishtar' s whore, which was almost mechanical stress - relieve.

On the other hand, he had a lot of "anatomical lessons" with Dalamar. It started as real anatomical lessons, but very soon it changed into something wholly different. Raistlin was 26 in that time and elf Dalamar 110, which means something between 25 and 30 in human years, so it was no wonder they both had certain body needs. Raistlin was sure he could modify his skills with Dalamar to satisfy Hermione. There were only two differences: she had tits and she lacked penis. Raistlin was sure there is something equal to giving a blowjob. In Fistandantilus' s book there were several pictures of said technique and even written instructions. And as he was always on top of Dalamar, there would be no problem with sex, only to push it up the right hole. Raistlin smirked over this last though: I'm so romantic.

But there were other matters. For example yesterday he found very interesting magic picture on headmaster' s forearm. When Raistlin couldn't help but touch it (and Snape jerked away and got angry), he felt rush of power over headmaster. Before Snape went away, he said it was "the Dark Mark from the Dark Lord". Which sounded very interesting. Raistlin then went to the library and found a book mentioning loyalty spell "Morsmorde". And there was a reference to Lord Voldemort.

So he found book The Rise and Fall of Lord Voldemort and he spent all evening reading it. It was about the first rise of this Dark Lord. He designated his mark as a skull, which meant death in all cultures. Snake was all right, it was a sign of his Slytherin ancestors, but the skull clearly showed his evil intentions. If he ever designates his mark, it would be an hourglass for Raistlin and a rose for Majere. Voldemort gathered a lot of followers and he even successfully participated in political life. But around 1975 something changed and he started the kills. If he didn't make this insanity, he would be the minister of magic by now, which was the highest position in the whole Great Britain.

In another book he found, that there are magic ministries and governments in almost each country, but no central politic power. No Dark Lord in history ever succeeds in gaining power unless he participates in official politic. So this is the way he had to go. First "“ ministry of magic in the Great Britain. Second "“ try to gain more power by international co-operation. Suddenly Hermione, who ran into the lab looking very flushed, interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Raistlin, I've got it. I've got the teacher' s position! What are you doing? That potion task?"

*No, I'm turning cartwheels. How does it look like? * He thought. But he said:
"Yes, of course. Please, get comfortable for a while, I have to complete this Skele-grow potion."

"These pictures of hourglasses and roses are very nice. The most beautiful is the rose coiled around the hourglass. The hourglass with rose motive is also quite nice. I don't like this one with a rose inside the hourglass. Why did you draw all this?"

*I designed my dark mark, while I was bored during the potion brewing, why do you ask? *
"Why can't I? Is it a crime to draw pictures?"

"No, of course. Sorry, I didn't want to offend you. Oh, Raistlin, you are so romantic to draw roses."

"It's not for me. I imagined the most beautiful tattoo you should care. Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?"

"No, but it's a good idea. Where do you think I should have it? What about right here?"

Raistlin didn't particularly care, but when he raised his eyes from the finished potion, he got quite unexpected view. She definitely got comfortable. Hermione sat on the table with left leg on its desk and right one dangling down. Her shirt was partially open, with another lace garment visible (his translation spell told him it was bra). Her skirt was somewhere around her waist, her black lace knickers were visible too. She was pointing to her inner left thigh not far from the knickers.

Raistlin suppressed panic. He didn't think she would start it so soon. Hermione looked at his face with shining eyes, cheeks flushed, lips partially open. Her pupils were a little dilated. Raistlin recognized very well, what is expected from him in this kind of situation. So what to do now? Possibility one: close the distance and start to undress her. Two: he should use the same trick he used on Crysania on the riverbank. That trick was very effective in driving Crysania away from his body. Third idea: be so bad, that she would never again approach him (that would not be such a problem, would it? No need to pretend something, he thought sarcastically). Sadly, if he doesn't fulfill his duty, Hermione would run away and all help with magic would be lost.

He chose possibility one: he slowly approached her body with eyes fixed on her knickers. (AN: Dragonlance readers could imagine, what he saw.) He stopped with his forehead touching hers and he lightly laid his hand on the place she suggested for the tattoo.

"Right here, little one? Will you let me to create that tattoo? Because I would be very jealous if any other artist draws his pictures here," he whispered.

Then he started to lightly move his hand. Gooseflesh rose in the track of his touches. He closed his golden eyes and slowly kissed her mouth. First only her lips, then he delved inside with his tongue. He added second hand, which opened remaining buttons of her shirt and started to explore her skin and the bra.

He tried to distract her by moving his lips over her neck artery, while he fought with the damned bra. This was a puzzle to him, because on Krynn there were no bloody bras and here he was not able to find a clasp. After several moments of battling he simply let the offending piece of clothing vanish. After some considering he let vanish her knickers too, he didn't want another battle with another unknown piece of clothing.

While he fought with her underwear, Hermione managed to take out his cloak and his belt. She moved a little, so she was now touching his robe in the right place with her pussy. Raistlin felt his member started to pay attention and it obediently rose. Hermione looked pleased and started to move her hips over his member. He showed care of his expensive black velvet robe and removed it, before it got dirty. She looked a little surprised with Raistlin running commando, but didn't protest. The last useless piece of clothing was Hermione' s shirt, so it quickly followed his robe.

Now she was breathless, aroused, rubbing over his standing cock, her legs hooked behind his waist. Raistlin moved both his hands to her breasts and started to caress her nipples, while he kissed her neck. Then he moved his kisses a little lower and started to suck and lick her nipples. Hermione rubbed his cock with one hand, while the other she ran through his long white hair. Raistlin little by little felt at ease with the whole act. He experimentally touched her nether lips and was pleasantly surprised it was so easy to make her moan.

Encouraged Raistlin continued with his exploration of the unknown area, which evidently caused a lot of moans and whimpers from Hermione. She was really hot down there and he could feel her precome (you idiot, he corrected himself, women have juices, not precome).

"Raistlin, stop fool around and do it right now! You can play another time!" whispered Hermione with a hoarse voice.

Raistlin concluded he would not fight her command and swiftly buried himself in her. He was really surprised he had to use strength in one moment to get whole the way. Hermione gasped with pain and stiffened. Tears appeared in her eyes and she uneasily breathed, but she said nothing and only tightly clung to his body. Raistlin panicked again: shit, what's wrong? What did I foul up this time?

"What happened? I can stop"¦"

"Don't you dare! Just give me a moment. I didn't know it would hurt so much."

Raistlin finally realized, what was wrong "“ she was a virgin. But she seemed to ease already and she started move a little like before. These movements felt so good on his cock, so he joined her little movements. Soon she started to moan again in pleasure. He dared to move more and more, till he slammed into her like an animal. After some moments he started to feel his balls tightening. With several more thrusts he climaxed and his seed spurted into Hermione.

When he regained his composure, he looked into her face. Her expression could be clearly interpreted as "That's all?", but she didn't voice it. She was unsure herself - maybe the first time is really without climax for women. She definitely read it in some book. That only by practice woman can learn, how to climax. So she determined, that as soon as her body stops to be so sore, she would approach him again.