The days following the death of Barty Crouch Sr. were a whirlwind of activity, the school grounds buzzing with gossip and chatter, as everyone knows nothing stays a secret long at Hogwarts before the entire castle gets to know about it. With the recent attack at the Quidditch World Cup and now the death of a high-level official, the rumors went full tilt—from the idea that a new dark lord was rising slowly, to Sirius Black reigniting the remnants of the Death Eaters to commit terrorist attacks, and possible goblin uprisings.
The rumors about Sirius got me thinking for a bit as well. I always had liked the character of Sirius Black and wanted to change his future; instead of dying in the Ministry of Magic, in this world, I would have to help clear his name. Well, thoughts for later, as I had been busy with tutoring Hermione and Harry, and teaching DADA. There was also that date with Liliana coming up soon, and I was looking forward to the date with the mocha-skinned MILF. Fleur had also been coming around me more, especially with the start of the dueling club.
It was after another tutoring session with Hermione that left her sweating and panting as she rested on a couch in the Room of Requirement when I spoke up. "Hermione, you've been progressing well on your Nen and magic lessons so far. I think it's time we step up your training; with everything going on recently, I want to make sure you stay safe." Sitting on the couch with her, I pulled out a super soldier serum.
"This is a serum that I acquired. Drinking this will increase all of your physical and mental attributes. Being as smart as you are and combined with Nen, it should give you a huge boost overall." Internally, I also thought the changes it would make to her physique would not be bad either, as I imagined a sexy, toned Hermione—her curves sharpening into lithe, powerful lines that begged to be traced by fingertips, her skin glowing with an inner fire that promised untamed passion.
Hermione initially had a look of shock as I explained but slowly grew red-faced as she looked down. "Ethan, th-thanks for caring about me so much, but um, will it be painful?"
Laughing, I pulled her closer in a side hug. "Normally it is, but in combination with some potions I developed, you won't feel a thing. But if you don't feel comfortable with this, you don't have to do it."
"No! I mean, no, I do want to do it. I'm tired of being powerless. Over the years before you showed up, it was always something—either Harry fighting Voldemort over the Sorcerer's Stone, the basilisk, or the dementors last year. I'm tired of being on the sidelines, and if there's another way to get even stronger, then I want to take it. I... I trust you, Ethan," she finished as she looked at me, grabbing my hand with a firm resolve.
"Okay. I waited until the weekend, as the process can take a while and there are no classes today. You'll take the potion, and I'll watch over you while the transformation takes place, making sure nothing goes wrong."
Shortly after we finished brewing the pain-relief potions, Hermione lay out on the bed the RoR had summoned as she nervously looked at me, holding the serum in one hand and the other holding mine. "You'll be fine, Hermione. I'll be right here to make sure nothing happens."
"Okay, here goes," she finished as, with a quick breath, she downed the serum. Shortly after, the effects of the potion kicked in as she fell asleep, the serum making changes to her body. Sitting there, I watched as her already beautiful face grew even more perfect—cheekbones sharpening into elegant contours that flushed with a subtle, rosy heat, lips parting slightly in a soft, inviting curve that whispered of hidden desires. Her hair cascaded like silken waves, each strand catching the dim light with a lustrous sheen that begged to be tangled in eager fingers. Her skin rippled with an almost electric vitality, muscles coiling beneath like velvet-wrapped steel, her body arching subtly in repose as if awakening to its newfound sensuality. As she lay on her side, I couldn't help but notice her butt under the covers growing even more shapely—plump and firm, curving into a hypnotic swell that strained against the fabric, promising a silken glide under exploring hands. After close to an hour had gone by, the transformation seemed to finally stabilize as she slowly opened her eyes.
"Ethan... is it done? I feel like I just blinked and opened my eyes again..." she asked, her voice a husky murmur that sent a shiver down my spine, laced with a newfound timbre of confidence and allure.
Pointing to a mirror, I pulled her to her feet as she slowly walked over and took her enhanced physique and appearance in.
"Holy hell!" she muttered as even a bookish girl like Hermione was overjoyed by the appearance boost she saw in the mirror—not that she even needed it, but this removed all of her micro-insecurities. If Hermione was a 9/10 to 10/10 before, now she needed a new scale—her figure a symphony of toned grace, hips swaying with an unconscious rhythm that drew the eye like a siren's call, her breasts fuller and pert beneath her blouse, rising and falling with breaths that carried the faint, intoxicating scent of warm vanilla and fresh linen. As she slowly turned to look at her body and check out her butt, she jolted, remembering that I was still in the room.
"Cough, um, thanks, Ethan... if there's anything I can do to repay you, just um, let me know, okay?" she muttered, embarrassed, as she looked down at the ground, her cheeks blooming with a flush that traveled down her neck, highlighting the elegant curve of her collarbone.
Laughing, I replied, "You don't need to do anything to repay me. I'd like to think you and me are past that, Hermione. I just want to make sure you stay safe, and I would do anything to help you." I walked right in front of the girl, resting my hands on her shoulders, eyes locked with hers—the warmth of her skin seeping through her shirt like sun-kissed silk, her breath quickening in shallow, heated waves that brushed my face with a sweet, minty exhale.
Slowly, her eyes growing watery, Hermione's mouth agape leaned forward. Moving forward to match her energy, we slowly inched closer together, faces tilting to avoid collision as our lips touched together ever so lightly—soft and tentative at first, a feather-light graze that ignited sparks along my nerves, her lips plump and yielding like ripe fruit, tasting of faint chamomile and unspoken longing. Before deepening into a full-blown kiss, the pressure building as her tongue tentatively brushed mine, a velvet slide that uncoiled heat low in my belly, her hands clutching my shirt with desperate fingers, nails grazing my chest through the fabric in a way that sent electric thrills racing southward. Only ending when she needed to pull back for a breath, her lips swollen and glistening, parted on a soft, needy whimper that echoed in the charged air between us. With watery eyes, Hermione looked up at me before her face grew as red as a tomato.
"Um, I-I'll see you next session, Ethan," she said as she scrambled out of the room, steam shooting out of her ears. With her newly enhanced speed, she bolted out of the room in embarrassment before I had a chance to stop her.
Looking over into the corner of the room, I sighed as I hadn't gotten a chance to give her my other gift, as a gleaming staff leaned in the corner. Shaking my head, though, a grin appeared as I knew that it was only a matter of time before I breached all of her defenses and we took that final step—imagining her enhanced body arching beneath me, skin flushed and slick, every gasp and moan a testament to the fire I'd ignited.
Hogsmeade Later That Night
With the serum transformation taking less time than I thought and Hermione leaving me all hot and bothered at the end of our session, I wrote Liliana, seeing if she wanted to move up the day of our date. Luckily, she wasn't one of those witches who was completely out of the loop when it came to technology, as I was able to call her. If I had to wait on an owl to round-trip, who knows how blue-balled I would end up being. After a short call where we agreed to meet up at the Three Broomsticks.
Upon my arrival, I got a table as Madam Rosmerta walked up to the table, and I have to say the books did not exaggerate her appearance. The busty blonde dropped my order off as she sauntered off with one last look over her shoulder to see if I was still looking—spoiler: I definitely was, her hips swaying with a hypnotic roll that stirred the air with the faint, heady scent of butterbeer and wildflowers. Shortly after, the entrance rang as Liliana walked in, wearing yoga pants and a shirt underneath a fall jacket, looking surprisingly like a Muggle MILF as she walked over to my table—her curves hugged by the fabric in a way that accentuated every sway, the tight material clinging to her thighs like a lover's caress, her dark skin glowing under the pub's warm lamplight with an exotic, sun-kissed allure that made my pulse quicken.
I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek as she slid into the booth next to me, her skin warm and velvety against my lips, carrying a subtle, intoxicating aroma of jasmine and spice that lingered like a promise. "It's really nice to see you again, Liliana. I hope you don't mind, but I planned the night out already. I figured we could start with a quick drink here before getting started."
"I'm so excited, Ethan. I haven't been out in so long. With everything that's happened, most people avoid me because of the rumors, but you—you're different. You don't care about what other people say."
"Well, if I see something I want, I go after it, rumor or not. I'm not about to miss out on something so great because of what other people think," I teased back as I gave her a smirk, taking her hand in mine—her fingers slender and warm, intertwining with mine in a gentle squeeze that sent a subtle thrill up my arm, her touch electric with unspoken need.
As we sat there, Liliana leaned into me as we engaged in conversation, her body pressing softly against my side, the heat of her radiating through her clothes like a slow-burning ember, her laughter a low, throaty vibration that hummed against my shoulder. I could tell this sweet, beautiful woman was starved for connection, and I was more than ready to give it to her—imagining the silk of her skin under my palms, the way her breath would hitch at my touch. Shortly after, I led her out of the tavern as I teleported us to London. I meant to give her a night unlike any she had experienced in the past. Taking her on a Muggle date, as we hit up a comedy club that left her laughing so hard she snorted—after reassurance that I found it cute, she loosened up, her body relaxing into mine during the cab ride, her head on my shoulder, the soft curls of her hair tickling my neck with a teasing whisper. After that, we hit up a club as we danced and drank, chatting it up—her body grinding against mine on the floor, hips rolling in rhythmic waves that built a slow, aching tension, sweat glistening on her collarbone like dew on dark petals, her laughter mingling with the bass in a symphony of heat and rhythm. By the time the sky had gone dark, we had ended up back at a hotel in the deluxe suite, the air thick with anticipation, her hand in mine trembling slightly with eager desire.
Pulling her into me as we made out, slowly pulling our clothes off as we slowly walked back to the bed, I asked, "Are you sure? We don't have to go this fast"—my voice a low rumble against her lips, tasting the sweet tang of her lip gloss mingled with the faint salt of her skin.
Gasping between kisses, she replied, "Ethan, I'm sure. I've needed this... you make me feel better than I have my whole life. I'm so tired of being alone, so please... make this a night I won't forget"—her words a breathless plea, her nails raking lightly down my back, igniting trails of fire that pooled low and insistent.
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Not needing to be told twice, I pulled her shirt off as we continued making out, her smooth mocha skin pressed against me. Turning her quickly, I bent her over the bed as I slowly pulled her yoga pants down, revealing a glistening T-back thong that clung to her like a second skin, the fabric damp with her arousal, framing the lush, rounded perfection of her ass—plump and inviting, quivering faintly under my gaze. Giving her juicy bubble butt a slap, it rippled nicely, the flesh blooming with a rosy handprint that begged for more, the sharp sting eliciting a throaty moan. Impatient due to earlier in the day and all the grinding we had done in the club—her hips circling against me in teasing circles that had left me throbbing—I pushed her thong to the side, the cool air kissing her slick folds before I quickly inserted myself inside her as a gasp from her rang out, raw and desperate, her walls clenching around me like heated velvet, slick and pulsing with need.
"Ohhh, Ethan, I've needed this... please take me... make me yours!"—her voice a sultry plea, husky with years of pent-up longing, her back arching to press her ass flush against me, the curve of her spine a graceful arc.
I savored her tight insides as they gently gripped me, a rhythmic embrace that milked every inch with exquisite pressure, her pussy different from the other women I had been with so far, as it seemed to coax my cock—the pussy of a MILF, seasoned and knowing, its warmth enveloping me, with the musky scent of a woman in need. Her vagina seemed to have a mind of its own as it seemed to be almost alive, as it rippled along my cock in undulating waves, slowly getting even tighter the deeper inside I went, each thrust drawing out a wet, obscene sound her juices coating me in slick heat that eased the glide yet amplified every friction. Starting slowly, I began to pick up speed, my hips slapping forward against her ass with building fervor, the slap of skin on skin a primal rhythm that filled the air, her moans slowly rising in intensity—her breathless, needy moans driving me further. It wasn't long before I was about to release my first load.
"Oh, Liliana, I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum all over me, Ethan. Mark me as yours!"—as her body trembled beneath me, inner walls squeezing in anticipation, an undulating vice of pleasure.
Flipping her over, I released on her heaving chest and stomach, ropes of hot seed painting her dark skin in pearlescent trails that glistened in the light against her curves, her breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths, her nipples taut. She quickly put me in her mouth and sucked what was left, her tongue swirling with expert, languid strokes that sent aftershocks rippling through me, her full lips stretching around me. Quickly casting a scourgify, we began again in the cowgirl position. As she sat on top of my cock, she began to move with expert movement—hips rolling in sinuous circles, grinding down with a deliberate focus that buried me to the hilt, her slick heat enveloping me completely.
Staring transfixed at her breasts as they bounced with each motion—full, heavy orbs swaying hypnotically, capped with dark peaks that hardened under my gaze—I began to grab her hips, pistoning inside her, delivering orgasm after orgasm, her cries filling the room as she shuddered, her nails digging into my back before quickly healing. Flipping her onto her back, I drove into her as our tongues twisted together, muffled moans vibrating in her mouth, her legs wrapping around me, heels pressing into my back to urge me deeper.
Her pussy really was unlike any other I had until that point—not necessarily better than the others, but "different," a living caress that molded to me with every thrust, its velvet depths rippling in response, folds and ridges massaging me with a rhythmic pulse that built waves of pleasure crashing through us both, her arousal a warm, slippery nectar that eased each plunge yet heightened the slick drag. After who knows how long—lost in the haze of sweat-slicked skin and gasping pleas—I was about to release again as I finished inside her, flooding her insides painting them white triggering her own climax. Her body began to convulse as her fluid covered the bed in a powerful stream, gushing in hot, rhythmic spurts that soaked us both, her walls clenching in ecstatic spasms that milked me dry, her shivers rippling through her like aftershocks, nails raking my back in a final, desperate clutch as she cried out my name in a voice raw with release. "Ethannnn! Oooohh...."
Quickly casting some cleaning charms, I pulled her into me, thinking to myself that I just might have made Blaise a younger sibling tonight—her body molding against mine, soft and warm, her heartbeat a steady thrum against my chest, skin slick with sweat. As I dimmed the lights, sleep overtook me as we both drifted off, her leg draped possessively over mine, the faint scent of our bodies lingering like a lover's secret. Good thing there were no classes tomorrow.
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Waking up, I woke Liliana with a kiss as we quickly started again, ending up in the hotel shower—steam rising around us, water falling over her curves in rivulets that traced every dip and swell, her moans echoing off the tiles as I pressed her against the cool marble while admiring the dimples in her lower back, the contrast of heat and chill drawing gasps from her parted lips, our bodies sliding together in a slick, urgent dance that left us both spent. After several more hours, we had finally finished and were lying in bed, watching a sitcom, ordering room service, eating some food—her head on my chest, fingers idly tracing patterns on my skin.
After finally freshening up and getting ready to go, I handed her a gift. "This here is a shrunken vanishing cabinet. Once you get back home, just hit this button to enlarge it and put it in your room. The other cabinet is already in my room at Hogwarts. Whenever you get lonely or want to see me, you can wait in my room and keep me company at night," I teased her with an exaggerated wiggle of my eyebrows.
Lightly hitting my shoulder, "Shut up!" she laughed, followed up with a reluctant look as we shared one last kiss—slow and lingering, her lips soft and swollen from our night, tasting of lingering sweetness and farewell promise. Giving me an infatuated look, she quickly apparated home.
Still mid afternoon by the time we left I went back to the castle, today being the first day for the private session with Fleur. Walking in the room early I was greeted by a familiar blonde beauty.