Seeing It Through

“Professor Moody?” Harry Potter called out as he stuck his head into his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor’s office. It was late at night on a busy Friday, but the man had helped him two days previously with Snape and Filch on the steps.

He just hoped that the grizzly, old ex-Auror would be so inclined tonight, as well. If he wasn’t, well then Harry would have problems. He might have figured out the egg’s riddle, but that had taken a sexually curious, teenaged ghost and his Triwizard rival’s help to accomplish. He didn’t need Malfoy’s ‘Potter Stinks’ badges to tell him how bad of a Triwizard Champion he was.

Taking a look around, he found a candle still lit on the desk, but it was running rather low and liquid wax had accumulated around its tray. Obviously, it had been lit several hours before, and now, more than ever, he wished Moody hadn’t taken possession of his father’s map. He needed it to find the man!

“Well, I really should bugger out of his office…” Harry whispered to himself, but his eyes had caught the title of a pretty interesting book on the table, ‘The Magicks of Espionage’. Curious, he crept over and pulled the tome from beneath that day’s Daily Prophet.

Taking another glance around, more aware than ever that what he was doing could likely get him in trouble, Harry fought with himself for several moments. Finally, he just pulled the book open to a random page,

The Ocular Advantage

Though such magicks are considered invasive and immoral, the ability to see through physical objects is essential for intelligence gathering. These spells are illegal unless provisionally licensed by a wizard’s government*, usually to law enforcement officials, and designated enchanters.

1. Suseicas Oculum* –Provides the ability to look through surfaces. Hold wand point against closed eye lid of choice, and circle the iris with tip before the pronunciation of the second syllable. A brief sensation should come with the correct casting of the spell.

*due to the limitations of the standard trace, large crowds of magical people muffle this spell’s signature.

“Good evening, Potter.”

Harry flipped around, eyes wide as saucers. Mad-Eye Moody leaned heavily on his wooden leg, magical eye spinning wildly in his head. There, in his hand, was the Marauder’s Map.

“Er, Professor Moody! I was… umm, sorry, I uh…”

“What, you can’t finish a sentence, boy?” Moody taunted as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. His finger suddenly appeared, jabbing into Harry’s chest, and the fourteen year old knew that today was the day he would die.

“No! I mean yes, I can finish a sent-“

“Silence!” Moody roared, “You sneak into my office, and now you interrupt me after I catch you. What should I do with you?” His voice had dropped into a whisper as he walked over to the still open book, and took a peak at what Harry had been studying. “Well, boy?”

“I, um… whatever you think is best, sir.” Moody let out a short, barking laugh, before turning with his wand trained on Harry’s neck.

“What I think is best, is an old fashioned lashing. Or stringing you up by your toes!” Harry gulped, thinking of his imminent demise. He hoped he got to say good bye to Ron and Hermione…

“But no.” Moody’s gruff voice cut off Harry’s preemptive eulogy, “I remember my youth; my curiosity.” He stashed his wand away, and slapped the book shut.

“Sir?” Harry dared the question, wondering what the hell all of this meant in the end.

“Go!” And without hesitation, the teen bolted from the office and back towards the main stairs. He was alive, and unpunished! It was definitely a first, as far as his luck went. Maybe things were starting to look up?

“Suseicas … Oculum.” Harry muttered the incantation to himself. The book hadn’t given any clues as to pronunciation, but he was pretty sure it was said how it looked. He’d have to try it tonight.

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“Argh!” Harry cried out in pain, clutching his right eye as his wand clattered to the floor. It was like needles were stabbing into his iris! He tried to endure the pain, until his uncovered eye was fogged over by tears, but thankfully after nearly ten seconds the sensation completely disappeared. Soon, all that remained was a dull ache in his head.

“That was such a bad idea.” He muttered to himself, his hand still clasped over his throbbing eyeball. Slowly pulling his hand away, he was shocked to find that he couldn’t see anything different at all! “Did it not work?” He raged to himself, wondering if all of that pain had been for nothing. Looking at a wall, Harry willed it to get out of his way.

“Ahaa!”

And it did! He could clearly see the back of a painting on the wall he turned invisible and the wall opposite, as well. It was like he was standing at the door looking out. He tried willing it to appear again, and the wall’s texture suddenly pulled itself back into existence. Ah, the wonders of magic.

“It worked, it worked!” Harry cheered, grabbing his wand off the ground and rushing back towards the common room. It was well past curfew, but he wasn’t alarmed. He felt omniscient, able to look around corners before he got to them, and he could see into every room he passed on will. He didn’t get a chance to see some, but by the time he’d reached the seventh floor he could move from wall to wall in only a handful of seconds.

It was odd, seeing the Fat Lady before he opened the entrance to her corridor. Giggling excitedly to himself, Harry found his way into the common room and collapsed into a chair by the still lit fire. It was past midnight, and everyone was either asleep or at least in their dorms, but that didn’t bother Harry. He was staring out at a beautiful sky despite being behind castle walls, and the moon was stunning.

“Harry?” He jumped, somehow feeling as if he’d been caught, and turned to the familiar voice. Hermione stood in a long nightgown, arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her face. “Where were you all day? We need to get working on the underwater breathing spell..”

But he wasn’t listening. A lot of things went through his mind, and he wasn’t used to his thoughts having physical consequences at all times. So when her nightgown disappeared and she was left in a pair of cotton knickers, Harry’s eyes went wide as saucers.

Hermione took his look as sudden realization, and immediately forgave him for forgetting. He had a lot on his mind, what with the tournament and learning all of these new spells. Letting her hands fall to her hips, she took a deep breath to release any pent up anger.

Harry, meanwhile, watched her well developed mounds rise and fall, his jaw to his chest. He’d never seen the female form before, and it was much prettier than his own body. Suddenly, though, guilt wracked him and he looked away.

This was his best friend! He was staring at Hermione’s naked body completely without her awareness, and that was wrong. But… he looked up again, and met her eyes.

“Sorry, Hermione. Really. My heads in a blender right now, you know?” She nodded, and gave him a soft smile before heading back up towards her dorm with a wave of her hand,

“Goodnight, Harry.”

He watched her leave, eyes scoping out her bottom in the small, white underwear. If only he could see through that as well…
The white melted away to flesh and his face turned to fire when she took her first step up the stairs. He couldn’t see much in the firelight, but he wanted to see it again, and closer.

That night, Harry dreams ran wild with his libido. Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Hermione, Lavender, Parvati, Cho, and even Moaning Myrtle found themselves under his dastardly wiles. When he woke up the next morning, his blanket was tented so high he couldn’t see his feet…

Going down to the common room was incredibly enlightening. His newest hobby became watching the female population of Gryffindor hop down the steps, bare and oblivious to his all-seeing vision. He wasn’t sure quite how it worked, as he’d only cast the spell on one eye, but it seemed as if both eyes could see different things and merge them into one congruent form.

He didn’t care how it was done, but loved how it worked! He could inspect any female he liked, no matter where they were in the room. It was fantastic, and he had been forced to shove his nearly eternal erection up into his waistband, so as to keep it from exposing him. Still, it was an annoying sensation, being poked in the stomach with warm, hard flesh.

“Harry, are you alright?” Hermione asked. Harry’s eyes met hers for a moment before drifting down to her now, once again nude form. Though the way she sat with her calves beneath her thighs normally kept her skirt from exposing too much, it gave Harry a direct view to her most private place.

The vagina was beautiful, at least to Harry, and Hermione’s was different from a lot of the girls who came down the steps. Even with her legs closed like they were the inner lips of her treasure drooped down to the point that they were cradled by her invisible panties. He wanted to suck them into his mouth, to play with them with his tongue... When did he become so perverted?

“I’m fine, Hermione, don’t worry.” Harry placated her, running his hand over what looked like her soft flesh, but he could feel still feel the robe over her arm.

If only she knew.

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It was wonderful. Life was wonderful. How could it be otherwise, when you’ve been introduced into a world of beauty? Girls from eleven to seventeen walked the halls, and it was wondrous comparing the similarities and differences. Girls of eleven had no breasts, and their bodies were devoid of curves, even around their pubic mound. Meanwhile, the seventeen year olds’ bodies were for the most part curvaceous and beautiful, no matter House or race.

Harry was sure he’d learned more about how life worked by staring at the female form than in all the hours spent listening to instructors in his primary school. It was easy to find a book in the library to explain things in medical terms: the vulva, clitoris, and labia’s- both minora and majora. From what ‘Human Anatomical Studies: Melding Magic and Muggle’ said, Hermione’s labia minora were hypertrophic.

They called it a condition; an illness! He called it beauty.

It was for that reason he was sitting in an out of the way classroom on the sixth floor, which for some reason was put to no use throughout his tenure at the school. It would probably have been smarter to put Fluffy up here, rather than on the third floor, what with the Flitwick’s classroom in the close-by corridor… but no matter, it would suit his purposes.

Hermione sat on her knees in her regular skirt, though Harry was barely aware of this fact for the same reason that he was hypersensitive of her beautiful, bare body. She didn’t know it, though, and that’s just what he wanted to change.

“Er, ‘Mione?” Harry blushed at the garbled start to his plan. At least it came out sounding like her whole name. She hated being called one of his or Ron’s abbreviations, like Herms. Harry wasn’t a big fan of that one.

“Yes, Harry?” She asked, looking up from the book she was currently flipping through, trying to find mention of a spell to solve Harry’s problem.

“Well, I found this really cool spell in a book, yesterday.” It was the truth, right? He did find it in a book, and it was a cool spell. “And no, it has nothing to do with breathing underwater.” Hermione’s happy face turned into a frown, before curiosity got the best of her.

“Well if you found a spell interesting, it must have blown something up! Boys and their toys. What does it do?” Harry looked down, cheeks flaming red. “Oh, come now, Harry!” Hermione bemoaned, poking him in the shoulder, “You can’t not tell me after arousing my interest.” It aroused him, too, but he couldn’t tell her that!

How best to explain,” Harry muttered to himself, “Oh, I know! Could you go outside and stand out in the corridor?” Hermione nodded slowly, pushing the book off her lap and walking around the wall.

Harry subconsciously made that disappear as well, but her body was once again clothed. “Hold up a random number of fingers: one through five.” She shook her head, and the bemusement was clear on her face. She was sure he couldn’t see her.

“Alright, Harry,” she held up three fingers, “But I don’t-“

“Three fingers!” He cut her off, and her jaw dropped. “Don’t catch flies, Hermione! Close your mouth.” She did so. “Good, now come back inside.”

“Harry?” She asked, dropping on her knees besides him and grabbing his hands with her own. Her breasts were squeezed between her arms, and Harry’s eyes dropped. “Harry!” Hermione suddenly shrieked, backing up and covering her body with her hands.

“I’ll teach you the spell, Hermione! It’s really great…” Her entire face was beat red, and she whispered out,

“Have you been … looking at me?” Harry gulped and nodded, only to gape as her eyes welled up in tears.

“Oh, Hermione, don’t cry!” She turned away, and he jumped up, clueless about what to do. It was entirely his fault! He shouldn’t have told her. “It was an accident! I didn’t know until you came down stairs last night, and … uh, well … you’re really beautiful!” He ended lamely, but she hesitantly turned to him and whispered out,

“Really?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes lazily moving over her form. “Stop that!” She hissed, and she swatted his shoulder, “Can- can you see … everything?”

Harry nodded again, and she turned completely to him. She’d seemingly regained some form of confidence, though her face was still a bright shade of red.

“Like I said, I’ll cast it on you, or teach it to you! It hurts, but only for a few seconds. Then, then…” and he trailed off again, embarrassed that he’d admitted as much as he had.

“Do it.” Her voice was resolute, and she stood straight and stared right into his eyes.

Harry shrugged, pulling out his wand and meekly ordered, “Close your eyes.” She did so, only after a moment’s hesitation. He circled his wand over her right iris, but then stopped, “Hermione, I’m serious. It’s really going to hur-“

“Do it!” She nearly shrieked, and he jumped, quickly redoing his earlier motions,

“Suseicas Oculum!” Hermione gasped, clutching her eye immediately and dropping down to a knee. Harry fell down beside her, rubbing her back as he tried to console her, “It will be over in a few seconds, ‘Mione.”

“Don’t call me ‘Mione!” She hissed, slapping at his arm again and pulling herself up to stand, “The pains already leaving, but … Merlin, do I have a headache!” She looked up at him for a moment, her face twisted in a grimace, before she made a little squeaking sound and turned around completely.

Harry suddenly realized exactly what she could now see, and now he was the one feeling incredibly self-conscious. As usual his penis didn’t want to stay soft after seeing so much supple body, so he had it pulled up under his belt. If she could see everything, then…

“I think I get why you were so embarrassed.” Harry muttered, scratching the back of his head. Hermione nodded, trying to hide how her eyes kept trailing down below his torso. “Is it alright?” Harry asked, and she ducked her head, her face now perpetually scarlet.

“I, I’ve never seen a boy naked before.” She looked down at her own body, “And with how weird my…” Hermione trailed off then, seemingly ashamed.

“No, no, no!” Harry cried out, causing his best friend to jump in fright, “Do you know how beautiful long labia are? I’d like to lap-“ He cut himself off, realizing how much he’d just revealed, and could easily see they both shared similar mortification.

“You can’t mean use your … tongue?” Harry nodded, and she turned away, “Harry’s seen me naked,” the curly haired bookworm whispered to herself in shame, before whipping back around, “and it’s not beautiful, it’s weird! My mother doesn’t have dangling skin.” Harry shrugged,

“Her loss, Hermione. You do, and it’s beautiful.” He walked forward, hands reaching down to cup her quim, only to find skirt still very much in the way. Hermione stood frozen, until his fingers brushed across the sensitive flesh. Then her body quivered and she pressed herself to him, trapping his hand between their groins.

Hermione’s cheek was burning hot against his skin, and her breath came in little spurts. He wanted to touch her-

“H-Hermione!” She ran her fingers over the head of his penis, trailing her hands up and down the length before taking a deep breath.

Harry wasn’t sure how all of their clothes became a pile in the corner of the room, but soon his best friends was lying on her back with her legs parted wide, looking at anywhere but him. He dropped down on his belly in front of her, marveling at the wondrous lips of her pink flower. He grasped both of her white thighs and ran a tentative tongue right up the middle.

She gasped aloud, bucking her hips as Harry began to run his tongue all over her inner lips. He pulled at one with his teeth, tugging at it a little before sucking it completely into his mouth and tickling it with his tongue.

Hermione’s fists were clenched white, and tugging at Harry’s hair, “Stop, Harry! Oh… ah! This is so inappropriate! What if we get caught?” He ignored her, though she probably would have continued if he hadn’t over-licked and tickled her sweetest spot above the pretty pink of her dripping flesh. Instead, her knees squeezed tight around his head, and his chin became wet with squirting juices. “Ohhh…. Oh, God!”

Her keening cries were music to Harry’s ears as he continued to tease that same spot with his tongue. Pulling her pussy lips apart, he found a little nub that was growing in size. What had the book called it? Harry rubbed it with his now soaked index finger. The more he licked, sucked, and tugged at her, the more pearly juice dripped out of her hole.

Peering inside of her as he rubbed her –clitoris, yes that’s it- with his finger, he could see a translucent film holding her entrance tight, though there was a hole in the center that he knew his tongue had been trying to squeeze through. Noticing her moans were now more reminiscent of a keening pant, Harry went back to his work, gyrating his tongue around her most sensitive spots.

“Harry, my body feels … amazing! Oh, eat me!” She was rubbing at her nipples feverishly now, no longer trying to control herself or the situation.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, before slowly dipping a finger into her quim. She tried to respond, but it came out as a,

“Mmm Ahh!” Hermione quickly felt the feelings reach a peak, and slowly waves of glorious sensation began to sweep through her, all concentrated around the little nub she’d never known could do such wonderful things.

Harry might masturbate himself on occasion, but he couldn’t expect the spurting, pearly juices that filled his mouth and drenched his face. Still, he lapped it up, sucking on her labia and plunging her with his finger. Nearly thirty seconds later, Hermione finally collapsed, with her breath and core shaking as the latter dribbled fluids into Harry’s awaiting mouth.

While she lay there, recovering in a sheen of her own sweat and juices, Harry marveled at the taste of her. It didn’t taste like much of anything, though knowing it was Hermione -the domineering bookwork, somehow made it glorious. Happily dipping his finger back into her pink and scooping out another gob, he licked it off with his tongue.

“Harry, that’s revolting!” His face was still resting between her legs, so when he looked up and his nose brushed across her pubic hair, Hermione quickly pushed herself back.

“Revolting?” Harry asked in shock, sitting up on his knees and crawling back to her. He felt powerful, and it showed. Hermione’s eyes were glued to his organ, which stood completely erect only inches from her body. She started counting inches of her own, but his body pressed against her, rubbing his groin along her own and feeling the beautiful, wet warmth against the underside of his cock.

“H-Harry it’s so sensitive,” she said, a hand moving down to tickle at the bulbous head of her aroused clit.

“And it’s beautiful. Never revolting,” Harry replied into her ear, and decided that after all this she was more than ready for a kiss.
Leaning his head down, he captured her lips with his own, and her entire form melted. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she squeezed his bottom and meshed his erection between his stomach and her silky core. Their hips bucked, and she gasped, opening her mouth and desperately licking at his lips. He responded, sucking at her tongue and pushing his own against her.

Their lips fell away from each other with each grinding of their hips, and soon they were just lapping at each others’ tongue. Harry’s hands had moved down and captured her breasts for the first time, touching the nipples like he’d seen her do earlier. She seemed to enjoy it, and dropped her head into his neck.

“Put it in, Harry.” The whisper was so faint he barely heard it. Pulling back, he stared into her eyes, but she grabbed him by the hair and mashed his lips to hers. He tried to protest, feeling her fingers crawl around his erection, but as she guided it slowly into her hole he stopped all complaints.

“Oh, Merlin…” He hissed out, unaware of her sudden discomfort as his eyes rolled back in his head. Her heat was all-encompassing, and he wondered how anyone actually had sex. It was just too tight! If he moved even an inch, he knew he’d be done; finished.

Opening his eyes, he gasped when he saw tears in Hermione’s. “Are you alright? What happened?” She wiped at her eyes, looking away as she nodded.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know it would hurt like that the first time. I researched the hymen, but I’d underestimated…” Harry was completely confused. What the hell was a hymen? Had he missed something in his research? Forgotten? Looking down at their junction, his eyes flew wide when he saw definite sanguine trails mixing into his pubic hair. Hermione’s blood.

“I-I did that?” Harry asked, horrified at her nodded reply. He pulled himself out, now in no way enjoying his first time. Hermione suddenly wrapped her legs around his butt, and twisted all her weight. “Wait! Woah!”

Suddenly Harry was on his back, and Hermione was resting against his thighs, and … oh, that felt so good… She pressed her breasts against his chest and captured his lips. Harry’s eyes had trouble staying open as she kissed him, though it probably had more to do with how her hips rose and fell. His hands grasped at both cheeks of her bottom, helping her to pull up and off of him only to drop back down again.

“Hermione, slow down for a second! I don’t want to hur- Mmmm.” She shoved her tongue into his mouth, as she began to slam her hips back down, over and over. Harry could do nothing but hold on as long as possible.

He groped for her breasts, holding them as she bounced, her skin slipping and sliding on his. She threw her head back, rubbing frantically at her clitoris.

“I- oh, Harry, this feels so good!” She gasped out, grasping both of his shoulders and using them for support. Harry was trying to hold on, as he really wanted her to orgasm again, but this time he wanted to do it without his tongue or hands. Grabbing her hands, he pulled himself up into a sitting position. “Wait, Harry-“ His hands slid up to the back of her knee caps and he pushed her onto her back.

“You got your chance to shag me, now I’m going to do the same to you.”

“But shagging takes twoooOh!” Her words turned unintelligible as Harry began to thrust his hips against hers. It was so rough! The sound of their skin slapping together became louder than their panting breaths as he drove into her over and over again. “Oh, yes, Harry! This feels brilliant!” Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, and Harry pressed his weight into her thighs as he bent down to capture it in his mouth. “Ohh, I’m Mmmmhh!”

Harry returned the favor from earlier, but he couldn’t think enough to be smug about it. This new position –he couldn’t hold out any longer!

But Hermione was on cloud nine, her entire body caught up in a torrent of pleasure even better than the oral orgasm from before. She didn’t know she could feel this good! It was intoxicating! She’d have sex every night with Harry if it did this to her; if he did this to her.

“Hermione, I’m … Oh…!” His hips bucked against hers as his seed filled Hermione’s insides. He was caught up in the sensations, as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, but in a tidal wave of inspiration he began trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts and sucking on her nipple. It was incredibly unexpected to the girl who’d skipped all the regular bases, and her eyes rolled back in her head as more waves of ecstasy sent her body into a quivering mess of flesh and sweat.

Harry rolled off of her, too tired to mind the squelching sound of his slowly shrinking penis slipping out of her spent body. Her legs dropped straight, and after her orgasm finally died she rolled over and collapsed against his chest, breathing into his skin. The pair laid there in spent contentment for many, long minutes, until Hermione finally asked,

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” Harry stared at her for a moment in complete shock before bursting out in laughter.

Ouch! Damn it, Hermione! Yes, but on one condition.” She swept her left leg up and over his body, and straddled him along his stomach. She jabbed a finger into his chest, but her red cheeks and the mix of their release slowly trailing down his stomach ruined the affect,

“And what would that be?” He grabbed her face in his hands and brought her down for a slow, sweet kiss, before saying,

“If you’ll let me bugger you.” Hermione screeched, slapping his chest and jumping up off his body,

“Harry, that’s absolutely revoltin-!” She cut herself off; her face lighting up. She’d said that far too many times already and not once had it come out being true. Harry just smiled as he pushed himself up onto his elbows and hiked a knee up. Her eyes fell down from his eyes to his slender, manly form and she wet her lips, before she dropped to her knees and crawled over to his body.

Fortunate for his teenage continuity, Harry rose to the occasion in all of the correct ways as she collapsed on top of him to mess their lips together.

“I was going to say that my body couldn’t take it,” Hermione said, her left eye flickering brightly with magic. “but with one rather important spell, I think we might be able to… see it through.”

“Oh, come on Hermione,” Harry said with a dry look, “that was just … bad.”

And she burst into laughter.