Magic Multiverse 41 (Patreon)

Once Pansy fell asleep with the biggest smile he had seen on her face, he dressed again. Just to be on the safe side, he pulled the hood of his robe tighter before he left the room, as he needed to visit the main hall to use the Floo.

It would be the first time, but the mechanics seemed to be very easy.

A good thing he used a cloak, because he saw a familiar figure at the other end of the hallway. Holly, sitting together with a few other ladies, chatting amicably.

Distracted by her, he didn’t even fully appreciate the fact that he had walked through fire to appear at the Leaky Cauldron.

He had used three different magical travel methods if he included Floo, and somehow, the one he walked through the fire was the most pleasant one. Wizards were weirds.

But, witches were sexy enough to compensate for it, so much that he might have risked it even without his additional benefits.

Once on the normal side, he had removed his robe. Unfortunately, that also meant he had to stop by his flat before visiting Hermione. He found it smashed, with a warning note from Liam about crossing him. He didn’t even know whether crossing was about what he did in Los Angeles, or canceling his other underground fights.

“Idiot,” he muttered. He would have been angry if he had anything truly valuable in his flat, or planned to spend a lot of time there. He still felt annoyed enough that he was tempted to visit Liam and test Master Boxing on him.

Liam was lucky that he spent the last hour teaching Pansy about virginity loopholes, and an even sexier lady waited for him.

However, he still dropped his robe and wizard money at his flat. He just hid it a bit more carefully, in case someone saw him and sent a message to Liam. It was very unlikely. Liam wasn’t exactly some kind of mid-century mafia with runners all around the town, and neither was his transgression required Liam to assign someone full-time to watch him.

It could wait.

He walked to Hermione’s flat. Even before entering, he noticed her peeking from the corner of the curtain, but he acted like he didn’t notice her. Knowing her, she prepared a surprise for him. He didn’t want to ruin it.

She opened the door the moment he knocked, and her enthusiasm put a smile on his face. That smile grew even more once he registered what she was wearing, and how little it hid.

She chose to wear a black, transparent set that kept everything visible, complete with stockings and a garter belt. She also had a robe, but since it was fully open, it covered absolutely nothing.

She even straightened her hair, which probably took the most time. He liked her hair in its messy wild state as well, but easily manageable, it was not.

There were other details that showed the extent of her preparation, including a dinner for two, the room alight with only candles, and other such things, but they paled against her beauty.

“Hi—“ she started, excited yet shy. How she could still feel shy after everything they had done, he didn’t know. He didn’t care either, interrupting her with a deep kiss, and closing the door behind them.

“Hi,” he said only after making sure she was gasping for breath. He liked seeing her eyes wide with shock and pleasure, silently begging for more. “I missed you, Miss Workaholic,” he teased.

Her smile trembled a bit. “I’m sorry. Things have—“ she started.

He interrupted her with another kiss. “I’m just teasing. Relax,” he said, and kissed her again. She took that as permission. Her hands came up to his jacket, pulling him toward her hungrily, kissing him back as if she were dying of thirst.

When she pulled back for air, they were on her couch, her forehead resting against his chest. Her heartbeat was going wild. "I missed you," she said, muffled. She took a deep breath. “God, I hate politics.”

“The reason for your mysterious delay?” he asked, acting like he didn’t know anything about her issue, rather than something he had solved almost singlehandedly.

She didn’t exactly tense, but she paused, no doubt trying to explain her situation in the safest way. “More or less,” she said. “My work—“

“Mysterious government department you’re working in,” he teased, watching her shuffle. He had to admit, baiting her with his knowledge was fun. Especially since, unlike with Buffy, he had an actual reason.

She hesitated, but his smile encouraged her. “I can neither confirm nor deny,” she responded, smiling as well.

“Not even I torture you,” he said, suddenly flipping her to trap her under him, and tickling her.

“Stop,” she said, giggling. “No tickling. That’s illegal as a method of interrogation.”

“Fine,” he said, then kissed her neck, showing off his improved Tantric. She moaned. “Is this illegal as well?”

“Certainly not,” she said, and he continued kissing her neck, making her shiver under him. He climbed down, kissing everywhere that wasn’t covered by her underwear, though calling what her underwear was doing as coverage was an exaggeration. “Wait, dinner,” she whimpered.

“Did you cook?” he asked. She nodded. “Then, we can’t skip it,” he said, but he carried her to the table and placed her on her seat. But, before he sat down, he got rid of his jeans and his shirt. “Just to make sure we are dressed the same,” he said.

“I could have tied my robe,” she suggested.

“Certainly not,” he responded, and took a sip from the soup, which was still warm despite waiting on the plate for a while. He could feel a weak warming charm on the table keeping everything warm.

It was a good trick. He wondered if he could figure out a Wiccan equivalent.

“How is it?”

“Delicious,” he responded. “Now, you were telling me about work. Please continue,” he said. She seemed surprised at the sudden shift, but that surprise disappeared when his hand landed on her thigh, teasing her.

Her eyes widened, but she was quick to pick up the wordless challenge. “Ignoring a lot of details I can’t mention, it was a nasty trick,” she said. “The whole thing started with an old artifact that had been recovered by a combined task force.”

“An artifact, from where? Archaeological?”

“Actually, no,” she said. “From the Second World War, left in a hidden Nazi bunker,” she said. He didn’t miss the slight pause before the word Nazi, suggesting it was probably something else, but it was a close equivalent. “But, we realized too late certain parties on both sides of the channel wanted to use it to push for their agenda.”

“So, you get arrested.”

“Detained,” she corrected, and continued to give more detail, but as his feet climbed up, her cover-ups started to get more and more careless, allowing him to get a better sense of exactly what had happened.

He didn’t need to know much, especially since he had both read the news, and listened to the plans from Pansy. It was just a general safety net, while also giving her some time while they ate their soup.

It mostly aligned with what he knew. But, he also got the impression that their side had underutilized the information he had provided, returning to status quo rather than a political counterattack.

Admittedly, he was only somewhat confident in that conclusion since Hermione was summarizing and concealing a lot of information, and he couldn’t ask follow-up questions, but the general shape was not encouraging.

Then, they finished their soup, and Hermione made a quick trip to the kitchen to bring the main course. He felt a subtle flare that suggested Hermione’s magical secret ingredient was … magic.

But, looking at the delicious-looking plate filled with steak and potatoes, his plate filled with three times as much as hers, he wasn’t complaining. “Delicious,” he said, and she blushed happily. “So, that’s enough politics talk. Let’s talk about something I think you’ll find very interesting.”

“What?”

“Mysteries of the occult,” he said. “Do you think there are certain aspects of history that we simply write off as fairy tales?”

She tensed, and that was with her believing it was a random topic. “Really? Interesting topic,” she said, trying to keep her voice neutral.

She failed badly. He kept his attention on the food, giving her the illusion she desperately needed. “Well, I picked a few interesting books about various myths,” he said. “I know you’re intellectually curious, so I decided to read more to keep up with you,” he added, raising his gaze, hitting her with his best smile. “I don’t want you getting bored with me.”

Her eyes widened, and she blushed. It was intentional, as she clearly was not used to people making sacrifices for her. It also softened her enough to not change the subject. “Fine, myths,” she said. “Anything specific?”

He was tempted to say magic just to see her expression, but it was too early. “Vampires,” he said instead. “It’s an interesting topic, right? From what I’ve read, a lot of cultures have active mentions of them.”

She paused, because it was clearly not what she expected. “It’s an interesting topic,” she reluctantly admitted, no doubt trying to think about how to keep it safe yet intense.

With that, they started talking about vampires across different cultures. Hermione did her best to keep the talk superficial and interesting. He mostly played along, but he occasionally dropped various nuggets of information that destroyed the argument she was building.

He opened up the talk because he wanted to eventually ‘reveal’ the secret of vampires to her, but he had to admit debating about the myths of vampires with her was surprisingly fun.

Especially since he could see that she was actually getting aroused as he occasionally destroyed her arguments with a well-placed fact. Hermione could be weird.

Fun weird.

Though, as the dessert arrived, she seemed very surprised, and a little startled at the depth of his knowledge. Vampire Lore was no joke, even if he was sanitizing his information like she did.

“How do you know all those?” she said. “It’s pretty niche.”

“There’s a guy I’m training in Los Angeles. He’s obsessed with vampires, and he loves talking my ears off about the latest vampire facts. I picked up a lot while he talked, even borrowing a few books to read.”

That made her tense. “Really, sounds like a weird interest. Maybe you shouldn’t spend so much time with him,” Hermione said, suddenly worried. “Los Angeles can be dangerous sometimes.”

He laughed, dismissing her recommendation as a casual comment, not taking it seriously. She looked worried, which made him feel mean, but it was a necessary step to get rid of some inconvenient secrets.

“Alright, it’s time for dessert,” he said as he stood up.

She looked confused. “We just had the cheesecake—“ she started, but he kissed her hard, stealing her breath. “Oh, dessert,” she said, her worries about vampires momentarily forgotten.

He was that good.

He pulled her to his lap, and they kissed, his hands dancing on her body, caressing her over the lingerie she had bought for him. The transparent fabric was soft under his palms. Her skin was even softer.

Though, even as he kissed her, he was tempted to wave his hand to float a bottle of wine toward them. Hermione had a kink toward displays of competency, and he suspected it would be triggered.

His knowledge of Wiccan Magic would probably make her even more aroused, her obsession with learning to turn it into something spectacular.

Instead, he just reached for the open bottle, and poured some of the red wine on her bosom, and licked it clean. She giggled. “Stop.”

“It’s a celebration,” he said as he poured another line between her breasts, the coldness making her shiver, then slowly licking it while moving down, repeating it on her navel, dipping down more.

Then, he reached her treasure, freshly shaven, about to pull her panties aside and put his tongue to work.

“Not here,” she said. “Bedroom.”

“Really?”

“Holly is out with some friends, and she might return early. I don’t want to get caught doing…”

“Doing me,” he teased, and she blushed.

“Fine. Let’s tidy up the room, then.”

“Actually, you can just go to the bedroom and wait for me. I’ll handle it,” she said.

He would have insisted on staying and help, but he suspected she needed to kick him out so she could use her magic. “Fine, but if your roommate returns, I’m not stopping,” he said. “It’s your job to stay silent.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” she said, her smug expression showing she once again planned to use a silencing spell.

“Well, she’s your roommate. But, no blaming me if she climbs into our bed in the middle of the night asking for her turn, alright?”

That made Hermione laugh. “As if Holly could ever…” she started, not even finishing her sentence, giggling. “Fine, if she comes onto you, you have my permission.”

He smirked. She was clearly joking, thinking it to be impossible, but he was fine with it. Jokes could be really useful, especially with her pleasure and stubbornness leveraged correctly. “Fine. It’s a deal,” he said, kissing her. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom,” he added.

He lay on her bed and closed his eyes, feeling her use a few spells in quick succession. From the auras, he got a general sense of the spells. She used a few levitation spells, followed by a cleaning spell.

Then, he felt a silencing spell settle on the room. He examined the spell while he waited for Hermione. It was surprisingly complicated. It prevented the others from hearing them, but they could still hear what was happening in the living room, though not directly. It felt like some kind of filter. Exactly how it worked, he didn’t know.

He could also feel it was tethered to another effect. Some kind of alarm. He realized it would send a warning to Hermione if it fell, showing she had learned her lesson after her previous ‘miscast’.

He didn’t even attempt to sabotage it. He couldn’t, and there was no need.

Then, Hermione arrived, looking even sexier as she slid into the bed. He kissed her, impatient. The dinner had been fun as he constantly teased her both with his touches and his knowledge, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t burning with desire as well.

She was magnificently sexy, after all.

He kissed her body, traveling down until he settled between her legs. “Try to stay silent,” he challenged her. To her credit, she tried for half a minute before her moans exploded, filling the room.

“I missed your moans, baby,” he teased as he held her thighs parted open, his tongue dancing to erode what remained of her resistance. Her hips responded by pushing closer to his face.

Her hands tightened over his hair, pulling him tighter, begging for more. Amusingly, he pulled back. “It looks like someone missed me. Maybe I should take it slow—“

“Please, no,” she whimpered. “I need it.”

He kissed her inner thigh, but didn’t reach her wetness. “You need what, Miss Granger?” he teased.

She whimpered. “Please don’t make me say it,” she begged. He didn’t respond, just kissing her thigh again. He loved just how selectively shy she could be. “Please … let me cum,” she surrendered.

“Good work, Miss Granger. Ten out of ten,” he whispered, and returned to her wetness. She climaxed quickly, though he wondered whether his tongue, or the fact that he had just given her full points for her achievement played a bigger role.

[Spectacular Personal Victory, +10 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Hermione Granger]

[+5 Wand Magic Theory]

She shivered wildly, the orgasm after his long absence hitting her like a truck. As she shivered, he climbed up, kissing her so she could taste herself on his lips. She moaned.

He didn’t push her for a second round quickly, limiting himself to gentle kisses. They had the whole night, and the last thing he wanted was to overwhelm her too early. So, while she trembled, he turned his focus on his small burst of reward.

Like how it had been with boxing while he practiced boxing, the information from the skill point was focused on the thing that he had been trying recently.

In his case, trying to use boxing as a substitute for wand movements, fixing some of his fundamental mistakes easily. He already identified several key mistakes that he could fix. He was tempted to leave Hermione in the bed and practice…

Then, he looked down, looking at Hermione, still glowing after her climax, her sexy lingerie askew, and the earlier temptation died.

It could wait until morning, he decided.

But, before he could start again, they were interrupted by the door opening loudly, with a bang. He tensed, for a moment convinced that it was Liam who somehow found him and decided to retaliate. He was ready to break bones…

Then, a few feminine giggles followed. He heard Holly’s voice, but her voice was muffled. It sounded natural, but it was impossible to understand.

A clever effect, he decided, explaining how that muffling effect worked.

“It looks like we have guests,” he teased her. “Do we need to greet them?”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “Definitely not,” she said. He understood the reason. He had seen just how obvious pureblood wizards and witches could be about the ordinary world, and if her worry was any indicator, their friends included at least a few.

He smirked. “So, you’re ashamed of your boy toy,” he teased her. Her eyes widened, but she couldn’t even come up with an answer. “Just kidding, sweetie,” he said, kissing her. “I know you don’t want to interrupt our fun.”

“Of course,” she said, relieved he gave her a valid excuse. She still kissed him to distract him.

“So, let’s see how silent you can be,” he teased her. “We don’t want uninvited guests, do we?” he teased.

“They won’t hear a thing,” she guaranteed, relying on the spell.

“Well, these are your friends, so your call,” he responded, and started kissing her.

Yet, at the same time, he touched her silencing spell. He couldn’t dispel it without alerting her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t adjust the bounds to a degree. He worked on it while they kissed.

Two minutes later, he ensured that anyone that walked near the door would hear them perfectly.

She was the one who tried to cheat on his little challenge. Turnabout was fair play.