A New Kind of Magic

Disclaimer :
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters portrayed within, nor do I make any money from these writings.

Summary :
While performing in the second task of the TriWizard Tournament, Harry does something he should regret, but cannot, as it opens up many new experiences to him – experiences which he learns to enjoy.

Rating :
Adult+

Pairings :
Harry / Many, more added each chapter

Feedback:
I’m happy to get reviews, and I’m fine with constructive criticism. But please, no flames.

Author’s Note :
This is just something that popped into my head that I had to put down. If I didn’t, it would just bug at me ‘til I gave in. I hope you enjoy this first instalment.

Be aware that this, being set during his fourth year, means its full of underage sex. If the thought of this is distasteful, I highly recommend you leave now. This is not a story for people who frown on children having intercourse.

Also, the subcategory will change upon uploading of further chapters.


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A New Kind of Magic

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Chapter 1

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Though the Gillyweed kept him from feeling the cold, Harry still shivered as he floated in the murky depths. He’d never known how deep the black lake truly was, and finding out in such a way made him feel definitely queasy; but he couldn’t think about that right then.

He had a job to do.

Only a few moments of concentrated searching was needed, before he was working his way speedily towards the small specks in the distance, specks that rapidly morphed into the insensate bodies of the people they, the TriWizard Champions, were hunting for.

A few powerful kicks of his legs, and he was floating before the four bodies, yet he found himself in a quandary. Though he knew that the person he was meant to retrieve was Ron, one of his best friends, he was reluctant to leave Hermione here, since she was the only one who had truly believed in him when his name had come out of the goblet. Sparing a glance at the other two motionless forms, he couldn’t help but enjoy the way the water made Cho’s uniform mould to her body, or the way her breasts seemed to be even larger than normal.

Alas, before he could reach a decision, a sudden flurry of movement found not one but two of his fellow contestants brush past him to rescue their targets, and he watched with a pang of regret as the two girls were hauled away to the surface. Sighing to himself, he looked again at his so-called best friend, before turning to the last.

Gabrielle Delacour was by far one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts, it was just unfortunate that she was also one of the youngest. Looking at her small body, with the way the water revealing every curve, he could plainly see that she had barely entered puberty from the lack of significant growth on her chest.

Though he couldn’t help but notice her nipples were like two small pebbles pushing through her top.

Blinking, he suddenly realised that he had been floating there for quite some time, yet her sister Fleur, the source of almost every jack-off session in the school, was nowhere to be seen.

Spinning in place, ignoring the way he was churning up the water, he frantically tried to spy her lithe form, but saw nothing. Torn and indecisive, he turned back to the small girl, only to freeze at the new sight.

Distantly he was aware that churning the water like he had might not have been such a good idea, but mostly he was completely focussed on how her skirt had drifted up, revealing the small and hairless mound that lay between her legs.

Lost in its beauty, and in the way his ‘little Harry’ had perked up at the sight, he didn’t notice the time passing. It was only the scratchy feeling at his throat that brought him back to himself, that the Gillyweed was wearing off. Making a snap decision he brought his wand up and fired a pair of cutters off, freeing both of them, them lunged forward and wrapped one hand around Ron’s arm, and the other around young Gabrielle’s waist, just below her buttocks.

Ignoring the cries of rage from the MerPeople, he quickly began to stroke for the surface, so far above him. But as they ascended he found himself unable to ignore the tiny girl he was gripped so tightly.

He could feel himself shaking, as his hand began to move, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to. He had to. He wanted to. And as his hand slid under her skirt and his fingers found her little slit, he found himself in a world of pleasure. Tiny though she was, it was clear her body was more ready than he had thought, as his fingers slipped easily into her young hole.

Heat surrounded him, making him feel like he had just buried his fingers in a volcano, and yet he couldn’t stop, he needed to go deeper. He needed to fill her, and not just with his fingers.

It was fortuitous then, that that was when the Grindylowes decided to attack. Small tentacles wrapped around his ankles and suddenly he found himself moved back down, into the depths, where nothing lay but silt, and the skeletons of dead fish. Scared, he thrust Ron at the surface, but found an almost total reluctance to remove his other hand; with great difficulty though, he did and sent young Gabby the same route.

It was then that he pulled his wand and let loose his anger at the interruption on the foul little beasts.

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Those waiting above cheered as the two heads broke the surface, then gasped as a sudden shockwave hit from below. Fortunately, before panic could properly set in, Harry’s head appeared near the feebly paddling duo, and started to stroke in their direction, reaching the platform only moments after them.

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Slumping to the boards, Harry mentally berated himself. How could he do such a sick and perverted thing? The girl wasn’t even into her teens yet, and he’d found no problem with violating her underage body. He could only hope that she was unaware of what happened below, yet, as he glanced over to where she was being hugged by her sister, and he saw the animated way she was talking to Fleur with the dark glances said girl was shooting his way, he knew the hope was in vain.

Shuddering at the thought of what the papers would say when it came out that the boy-who-lived did such a thing, he was taken completely by surprise when a bushy-haired missile hit him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh god, Harry! I was so scared for you! Are you alright?”

Normally unwilling to show such affection in public, this time Harry found the feel of his female best friend to be oddly calming and couldn’t stop himself from burying his head in her hair and hugging her right back.

“I’m fine ‘Mione,” He murmured into her hair, not noticing her shiver as he did, “I was just so worried about you that I couldn’t leave until I knew you were safe. I almost picked you over Ron, you know. The only reason I didn’t was I doubted anyone else would’ve rescued him.” This last was said in humour, and with a smile on his face, to lighten the mood. Instead she seemed to burrow even closer to him.

He almost missed it when she muttered, “I wish you had.” Blinking in shock he shifted his weight slightly, only to freeze again. In all the excitement, in all the confusion, in the exploration of Gabby’s little slit, he’d forgotten one very basic fact.

His cock was fully hard and twitching in need.

Twitching against Hermione’s stomach.

Shifting again, trying to move the bulge away without her noticing, he was surprised to hear a slight mewl of complaint as he succeeded. Escaping her grasp, he was intrigued by her red face and moue of disappointment – had she been enjoying the feeling of his length pressed against her?

But he didn’t have a chance to ponder it, as another feminine body latched onto him. What really surprised him was that it was from Parvati. As far as he knew she didn’t even like him… his thoughts were promptly derailed as he felt her grind her body against his arousal. Shocked and stunned in equal measure, he disengaged from her only to find her roommate and best friend Lavender Brown replacing her.

Again came the crotch rub, and again he had to fight to get away. Not because he truly wanted it to stop, and not even because he was completely blown away by all the attention. No, it was because of his overwhelming desire to rip the clothes from the girls’ bodies and ravage all three of them right then and there.

Barely evading Ginny’s attempts at the same, he had almost made it off the platform when a new pair of girls blocked his path.

He instantly recognised them, even though they weren’t in his year. Hufflepuffs both, he was well aware that just about every guy in their year as well as his own, and the year above were watching them like hawks, since it was clear both would very quickly turn into the hottest girls at school. Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones, both purebloods, both from old and distinguished families, and both with bodies that, had Fleur not been at the school, would have had the boys drooling over them wherever they went.

As it was, they still had to deal with a number of ardent pursuers, and kept mostly to themselves.

But as the two girls pressed their bodies against him, and whispered their words into his ears, he felt like he’d slipped into an alternate reality.

Since when did thirteen-year-old girls offer to let a guy watch them eat each other out, before fucking them both silly?

Staggering way from the crowds, he drunkenly made his way to one of the unused classrooms on the ground floor and, after closing and locking the door magically, slumped into the closest chair. Letting his eyes drift closed, he tried to make sense of all that had happened, in such a short time, but could come up with nothing.

Nothing useful that was, since every time he tried to, his mind with stray to the sight and feel of Gabrielle’s tiny snatch, and his need to feel it around his cock.

Groaning, he flung himself out of the chair, only to stagger to a stop at finding the room no longer empty.

He hadn’t seen Padma Patil when he’d left the water and, frankly, he hadn’t been looking for her. But now, standing in a dusty classroom with the girl, seeing the smouldering look she was giving him, feeling the now customary ache in his balls at the presence of one of the more fuckable girls in his year, he decided enough was enough.

Stepping forward quickly, he ignored her squeak of surprise as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. The look on her face was priceless as she felt him pressed against her, but it was nothing to the look she had as he started to grind his hips into hers. Her eyes lidded and her breaths started to come in short pants. Needing this, and ignoring the burning desire to find the one he was truly wanting, he pressed his lips against her in a forceful kiss.

For a moment he thought he’d gone too far, as her body stiffened and her hands gripped his arms vice-like, but suddenly her arms were around his neck and her tongue was demanding entry to his mouth. Willingly giving her access, he lost himself in the feel of her, letting his hands roam where they wished as he tasted her. Vaguely he was aware of her legs wrapping around his waist and the feel of her humping against him, almost frantic in her movements.

Separating only when air became vital he looked deep into her lust-addled eyes, then smirked. Apparently she needed this just as badly as he was.

Walking to the teacher’s desk, not noticing the ease with which he moved, he sat her gently on the top, noting absently that it left her at the perfect height. Stepping back slightly, he let his smirk grow at her wordless cry of complaint at the loss of contact, but knew what he was doing. Reaching up he deftly undid the first button on her shirt, staring into her eyes as he did so. Making sure she knew what exactly he was doing.

From the way her irises expanded, not only was she aware, but she was fully willing too.

In the back of his head Harry knew something was off. He didn’t act like this. He didn’t treat girls like this, or think of them in this way. He certainly didn’t have the confidence to do what he’d was doing with his classmate, or know how to kiss her in such a way to make her change her ideals. After all, raised the way she was, everyone knew the only way to get into her or her sister’s knickers was to marry them first.

That she was spreading for him like this was wrong on a fundamental level, yet he was unable to stop. For so long he’d been wanting this. Maybe not with her, but with someone.

Knowing that the girl his first time was with, was a virgin, was the only reason he was able to keep going.

By then her blouse was completely unbuttoned, and he was able to see the colour of her bra. Considering her sister was the one all about clothes and makeup, while she was more about studying and books, he found himself hardening even more at the sight of her lacy pink bra.

Harry couldn’t help but think that maybe all the boys had been chasing after the wrong sister. Luckily for him, he was the only one who would know.

His smirk now a full blown grin, his slipped his fingers under the waistband of her skirt, and tugged down, loving the way she instantly lifted her hips to allow him better access. And then they were on the floor next to the rest of her clothing, leaving her clad only in her matching knickers and bra, and…

Licking his lips as he stared at her crotch, he realised something else she was wearing.

Her panties were completely soaked with her juices.

Bending over he inhaled deeply, loving the scent of her, loving the whine she made as he came so close to her centre. Wanting to see, to touch, to taste, he ran his fingers lightly over her sensitive mound, enjoying the way she jerked as he did so, as well as the sounds she made. Fingers trembling in anticipation, he worked a single digit under the material… and pulled it aside.

He moaned.

A light fuzz covered her mound, but nothing lay on her pinkness, allowing him to see it in all its glory. He stared at it, captivated by her beauty, until, unable to stand it any longer, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up her slit.

Her scream of pleasure was drowned out only by the squirting girl juice that bathed his face, as a long overdue orgasm ripped through her body.

Licking his lips, he found the taste of her even better than he had thought, and couldn’t stop himself from giving her another lap. Again she shuddered, again she cried her pleasure, though no orgasm accompanied it, as he slowly explored her virginal slit with a probing tongue.

For a moment he leaned back, just so he could stare at her cunt and her face at the same time, just so he could try to wrap his head around what he was about to do to her, just so he could take a deep enough breath. He half-heartedly wished he had some more of the Gillyweed, before he dove back in, and began his exploration in earnest.

Moans and cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of the room, as Harry tried to reach every sensitive point inside her, and though he couldn’t quite succeed, from the sounds she was making she didn’t seem to mind.

Finally he pulled his head from between her legs, and let the cool air hit his heated cheeks. He panted, taking in great mouthfuls of much needed air even as he felt her juices begin to dry on his skin. Finally regaining his second wind, he looked back at her, and studied what he’d done.

A permanent smile seemed to be etched onto her face, and the table beneath her ass as well as the floor where he had been kneeling was coated in her cream, as well as the front of the desk. And yet, for all the pleasure he had given her, for all that it looked like she could die happy right then, he wasn’t finished.

Glancing down at his crotch, where his member was screaming at him, had been screaming at him for so long, he knew it was finally time.

Quickly shucking off the suddenly too tight cloths, he moved back between Padma’s legs only to stop a centimetre before his head would have touched her. Much as he wanted this, much as he needed this, there was one thing wrong with the picture.

Leaning over her, it was simplicity itself to work her lacy bra from her sweaty chest, allowing him to finally see the object of so many a fantasy.

Perky was one word he came up with, as he stared at her cones, topped with dark nipples so hard he imagined they must hurt. Perfect, was the other. Letting his eyes roam over her mocha coloured skin, he realised that her beauty, stunning as it was, was only magnified by her race. The sudden image of what they would look like as he pounded into her, as their colours mixed, almost made him cum right then.

Luckily the desire faded, since if this girl was going to make him come, he would make sure it was when he was buried in her pussy.

Speaking of which.

With one hand he cupped a perfect breast, moaning slightly at the feel, the other reached down between their bodies and wrapped around his aching shaft. It was the work of a moment to move it to her entrance, and then…

He gasped, shuddering at the pleasure ripping through his body, even as his partner convulsed beneath him.

This was so much better than he had ever imagined. She was so tight, so hot, so wet around him, yet so much better than using his fingers. Briefly an image of Gabrielle spread-eagled beneath him as he stretched her wide flashed into his mind, but it vanished like smoke as his hips moved forward and he slid deeper into Padma.

Moaning loudly now, in sync with each other, the two slowly initiated themselves into the wonderful world of adulthood.

There was a brief moment of panic as he bumped against her hymen, not sure what he should do, but she knew all about it. With a sharp hard thrust of her hips, he had torn through her innocence and found half his length sheathed within her. Pausing, he waited ‘til the pain faded, or at least until she started to grind her hips again.

Then he started to pump.

Slowly at first, he worked his hardness in and out of her willing snatch, loving her grunts of pleasure, at the ridged feeling of his cock inside of her sent mini-orgasms rushing through her. Yet soon he found the need to speed up, and saw clearly that she didn’t mind. In fact, she wrapped her limber legs around his waist and began lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

Their cries grew louder as the pleasure increased, and all too soon she started screaming again, as a second and more powerful orgasm struck. Her cunt convulsed around him, even as her limbs spasmed in shock, yet he wasn’t done. Not cumming, he didn’t slow down.

Instead he sped up even more.

His thrusts started coming harder and faster, pushing her cries higher as the waves of pleasure took her even higher.

Harry knew nothing could ever have prepared him for this. The feel of a girl on his dick, her pussy around him, milking him, as he pounded her – it was mind-blowing. The only thing he couldn’t understand was why he hadn’t cum yet. Normally when he was jacking off to the thoughts of Fleur, or Cho, or on more than one occasion Hermione, the burning sensation in his balls signified his release.

Yet though he’d felt that burning more than once, nothing had happened.

Other than, that was, a need to pound the girl even harder.

By then her cries had turned into a single long-winded wail, as all her orgasms melded together into one massive mind-melting blast. But it wasn’t until Harry grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples that it pushed her completely over the edge.

Her scream rose in pitch, then cut off as her voice gave out. Her body shuddered and flailed for a second, before suddenly and completely relaxing. Worried, Harry leaned over her to see if anything was wrong, only to see her breathing normally, if a little unsteadily.

Blinking the sweat from his eyes, he realised she’d passed out and, as he gave her a gentle nudge, he realised it was unlikely she’d be waking up any time soon.

Swearing to himself, he pulled his still hard, still aching cock from her now loose clit, and staggered back a few paces. Though he was willing to fuck the girl, he was not going to take her when she was unconscious – not after all the tales he’d ‘heard’ of Dudley doing exactly that.

But that left him with one serious problem. He had one hell of a boner, but no way to get rid of it.

Standing there, staring in frustration at the near-comatose girl, he was thus duly shocked when a hand came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around his shaft.


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End of Chapter 1

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Author’s Note :

That’s right, a cliffie. I know that many people might be unhappy where I stopped this, but it was where I had been planning it to end. There will be more to this story, though I’m not sure when I’ll have the time to write it.

The only thing I will say, is that there’s nothing I dislike more than leaving a story half-written, so I will be updating this at some point.

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