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Dear Harry,
Merlin, I knew your mum had a trick. I sent a package along with hedwig, think of it as an late birthday gift. Open it and say my name.
Love, Paddy
Harry stared at the letter and the poorly wrapped package next to it, trying to make sense of what this had to do with his problem. "I thought godfathers were meant to be helpful" he mumbled to himself. With a heavy sigh, Harry unwrapped the gift to find a mirror. He had never particularly liked looking at his reflection, Aunt Petunia seemed intent on reminding him of how “unnerving” and “creepy” his eyes were. And of course, dressing him up to look like a homeless person did nothing to help his self-esteem.
But as he stared at his reflection, Harry couldn’t help but feel slightly chuffed at his rapid growth since the beginning of summer. ‘And I don’t have to wear glasses anymore!’ he mused.
Immediately after the bone vanishing saga, Harry asked Madam Pomphrey what could be done about his eyes. The line of questioning began a mini-lecture on the awkward limits of magical healing. Apparently your magic had to recognise the problem as a true malady or injury to begin the healing process. In some cases amongst powerful wixen, like that of the venerable headmaster, poor eyesight usually had some purpose to it.
“It’s magic’s attempt at balancing an ocular boon, Mr Potter” Madam Pomphrey said with a huff.
“But I never got a boon! I haven’t got ANY boons! I haven’t got any bones either! No boons, no bones Potter!” Harry exclaimed with crossed noodle-arms. He was aware he sounded a bit petulant, but he did seem to get the short end of the wand more often than not.
“Give it time child, it’s likely the reason you have such a preternatural ability to spot snitches when you’re in the clouds” Madam Pomphrey said with fond exasperation.
“So what’s Dumbledore’s boon?”
“Headmaster Dumbledore” Pomphrey corrected “and it would be entirely inappropriate to share another’s medical information with you”. Harry simply groaned and flopped back onto the cot.
Pomphrey smiled at the usually reserved teens' childish behaviour. “Trust me harry, it’s a blessing in disguise.
Which is why, when he woke up on his 16th birthday with 20/20 vision, he was more than a little confused. That confusion lasted only a few days.
- - - - -
A few days prior
“Boy! Stop hiding in your room, the hedges needs trimming” Aunt petunia screeched.Summer was usually spent avoiding the Dursleys as much as possible, but even that had limits, so with a heavy sigh, harry trudged downstairs. He entered the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Petunia Dursley, 38, married
Love: 10%
Attraction: 0%
Relationships: [Locked]
Kink: [Locked]
Rewards: [Locked]
Extras: [locked]
“Boy!” Aunt Petunia said with a click of her fingers. “The hedges!”
“Right..uh..I’ll just..” Harry trailed off, still staring at the hovering words overlaying his auntie.
“GO!”
Harry scrambled out of the room. What on earth…
Harry let the scorching sun distract him from the strangeness of what happened in the morning.
But as he finished his mind-numbing chores, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his chest, he found himself wanting to understand. Clearly it was a visual hallucination. Petunia would have gone off her rocker, if she saw words floating in her kitchen. But as he looked around, no more overlays occurred. No new information on the lilies or roses, or on the cars and houses. He almost gave up when he glimpsed something odd behind the bushes.
Ashley Mitchelsen, 35, Divorced
The rest of the overlay was obscured in the bush, but as he approached, it became clearer. It also became clearer that she was attempting to hide whilst spying. In fairness, without the overlay, he likely would never have noticed.
“Um hello?”
Silence.
“Are you alright?”
More silence. With a snort of air, Harry climbed up his stool and peaked over the hedges.
A beet-red, slender blonde was lying on the floor staring back at him with large eyes. Well it was a far better discovery, than the schizophrenic elf he noticed in the hedges two years ago. She was rather pretty, with her dishevelled hair and long legs, rivalling some of the witches of the wizarding world, but they made Harry question how much was magic and how much was natural.
Whilst she froze, Harry studied the overlay.
Ashley Mitchelsen, 35, Divorced
Love: 0%
Attraction: 30%
Relationships: [Open]
Kink: [Locked]
Rewards: [Locked]
Extras: [Open]
Hmm not much to go on…welp nothing to lose
“Do you want me to call an ambulance?”
“No!” She exclaimed, sitting bolt right “I’m just…uh..weeding! Yes weeding”
“Right..” Harry glanced around, obviously noticing the lack of gardening tools or removed weeds, but left it unmentioned to his neighbours clear relief. She tried to stand but stumbled midway, and Harry reached out to hold her steady.
“Oof! Steady on” Harry peered at her “maybe we should get you some water?” He wrapped an arm around her torso, and “Ashley” slowly leaned on him without complaint, letting him take her inside her home. It was a modest house, he’d never actually entered any of the neighbour’s places but Mrs Figg’s. His reputation, completely unsalvageable due the Durselys badmouthing, didn’t lend itself to people wanting him in their home.
“I'll just leave you here and get you a glass” as he led her to the living room couch. She lay, with an arm across her eyes, and waved him off in the direction of the kitchen. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice a distinct lack of things. Suppose Mr. Mitchelsen must have left recently, Harry thought to himself.
Harry found a glass and a straw, and peered at the woman from the doorway.
Relationships:
Timothy mitchelsen - recently divorced husband, caught cheating with 20 year old secretary, Ashley loathes him and is unlikely to forgive him
Harry Potter - recently caught spying on him, feels guilty for “perving” on a teenager
Well that’s interesting. Guess I can assume the increased attraction unlocks options, Harry thought to himself.
Extras:
Skills- [Locked]
Status - [Locked]
Hint- [everyone likes to feel seen]
Uhh…alright? Not much extras, is it? Not even true in his case, the extra attention at hogwarts was something he could do without. Or at least if it was something he’d actually achieved. He was about to reenter the room, when he noticed a change. Attraction: 35%
Huh, nifty. He hadn’t done all that much. Everyone likes to feel seen. Can’t hurt, I suppose. Harry kneeled by the couch, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Ashley jumped at the contact, her eyes flew open when she realised how close Harry was.
“God! scared the daylights out of me!” Ashley exclaimed with a hand to her chest.
Harry chuckled softly, “Sorry, probably should have said something. I got you some water”. He held the straw to her mouth.
“Oh um thank you” Her cheeks pinking slightly at the gesture. 38%. The fuck? Is this flirting? Harry felt wildly out of his depth, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Just keep the hint in mind, he told himself.
– — — – —
‘What is it with this guy?’ Ashley thought to herself. He was weirdly intense, she felt practically naked with those unfairly bright eyes staring at her. She didn’t understand what could possibly be that interesting about her appearance. She definitely wasn't dressed for company in jean shorts, a white tank top and sandals. Admittedly, the attention felt nice. Tim certainly didn't give her much toward the end. All for that floozy! Sure she wasn’t as young, but she was hardly geriatric.
She peaked at the neighbour boy doting on her. Well maybe she could understand the appeal of dating younger a bit more now. Frankly, he was nothing like Petunia said he was. He seemed like a caring, polite young man. She let her gaze drift along his firm, athletic body. Yes, very polite.
“How are we feeling, Mrs Mitchelsen” Harry enquired
“Oh good and just Ms Mitchelsen now…or Ashley if you prefer” God this was mortifying, she wasn’t even unwell. She’d just panicked when she was caught spying. She didn’t mean to! It just sort of happened, and now she was even more of a pervert than her husband. Doesn't matter, the quicker she got Harry out, the quicker she could finally take care of herself.
“Ashley then, did you need anything else? A cuppa? Blanket?” Harry said whilst fluffing her pillow.
“No no, I’ll just res-” But Harry just kept plowing on.
“I could whip up a small meal? Or give a massage”
“M-massage??” Instantly Ashley spluttered, her previous flush returning in full force.
“Sure thing, coming right up” Before she realised what was happening, Harry had lifted her legs and placed them in his lap, and began removing her sandals.
“OH Harry, t-that's quite al- oh that’s nice- oh” Ashley trailed off, her complaints dying on her lips, as Harry massaged his strong, nimble fingers into the soles of her feet. This certainly wasn’t going to help that growing heat between her legs.
“How’s that?” Harry said, voice low. Finger’s gliding between her toes. She had to hold back the moan that threatened to be her reply.
“Absolutely perfect”
“Mhm…so Ms Michelsen now, hey?” She ought to have shut this line of questioning down, but she was simply too comfortable.
“mhm…Cheated on me with his secretary”. She opened one eye at Harry's incredulous snort.
“Only an idiot would cheat on this” He said as he hand slipped down her foot to begin rubbing calf. Her heart started bouncing around her chest at the blatant flirting. Ashley couldn't stop the awkward giggle that she let out, mentally reminding herself that she was more than double his age.
“Heh..yeah well..she obviously had something I didn’t” she murmured bitterly
“A lack of self-respect?” He replied with a grin.
She gave a real chuckle at that. They sat quietly for a few minutes, Harry seeming to enjoy the ministrations almost as much as she did. But he was apparently not content at the calf and continued up her thigh, her breath hitched as his fingers ghosted the bottom of her shorts and she knew she had to put a stop to this.
“Oh-kay, t-that was nice but I think I'll just nap it off” Ashley paused, but Harry simply stared at her with those ridiculously green eyes “Uh thank you for helping me”.
But Harry just continued to stare. When she was about to speak up again, he slowly began dragging his hand back down her thigh, tickling the back of her knee, up her calf and picking up her foot. He raised it to his face, and after a moment, kissed the side of her foot.
“Are you sure you want me to leave?”
- - - -
Ashley Mitchelsen, 35, Divorced
Love: 0%
Attraction: 50%
Relationships: [Open]
Kink: [NIL]
Rewards: [Learn the basics, Lose virginity, at 100% AT earn skill (1), at 50% LV earn romantic relationship, at 100% LV earn new residence]
Extras: [Open]
Fuck, he was in over his head. He didn’t know the first thing about women. Well he knew a bit, but it was mostly based on what the twins told him. Who were not exactly the most reliable source of information.He was writing a letter to Sirius straight after this, whatever this was.
50%. He was so distracted by increasing the score, that he hadn't actually processed the things he said or what he was doing. He had no idea what a NIL kink was or what was considered basics, but god did he want to lose his virginity. Harry stopped reading immediately after seeing that, waiting for some kind of reaction from the older woman. It was excruciating but he already put himself out there, had already mustered his Gryffindor courage. The quaffle was in her hands.
And slowly, Ashley placed her big toe on Harry’s bottom lip. Even he could take a hint. He opened his mouth, and maintaining eye contact, began to gently suck. She seemed mesmerised by the act. And so he continued across the toes, and slowly worked his way up and down the sole. As he enjoyed the slightly salty taste, he periodically glanced at the increasing percentage 51..52..55..57..60%. Suddenly, that NIL turned into FEET.
Oh that made a lot more sense. Harry didn’t particularly care about feet, but he found that he really cared about what she liked and prioritising her pleasure. Maybe that was his kink? Hermione would say that suggested some kind of complex. But was that going to change what he’d do? Not a chance. So he kissed, and sucked, and licked the salty sweat off her feet, all the while staring directly into her eyes. His free hand stroking up and down her thigh. It seemed that his enthusiasm was contagious as she took her unattended foot, and placed it directly onto his crotch, forcing out a groan from harry.
“...Is this something you want?” she might have meant that with incredulity, but frankly it just came out as sensual due to the lowness of her voice. Harry swallowed thickly, and nodded.
“T-then take off your trackies” Harry rushed to throw off his pants, pulling a giggle from the older woman. A giggle that promptly cut off when she saw the imprint of his cock. “I-I didn't realise it kept going...Jesus”
“Wha-” But Ashely had already moved off the couch to kneel between his legs. She groped his cock through his boxers, before shimmying them down his legs. Eyes wide, she held his cock upright and compared and compared it to her forearm. She was lost in her own world, enjoying the tactile feel of his cock and its warmth. Fingers teasing every nook and cranny. Unfortunately for the both of them, Harry was a virgin. And whilst he might be bold, he was still inexperienced. His cock erupted, much to Ashley's surprise and Harry’s embarrassment, cum flying into the air and raining down on her face and hair.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry, it’s my first time and..” Harry rambled on, but Ashley didn't seem to be paying him any mind, too distracted by the sheer amount of cum, and its viscosity. She scooped a little off her chest, and popped it in her mouth. It wasn't particularly unique in taste or smell, but it simply felt amazing to be covered in it, it held an intangible quality to it that she’d never be able to describe.
Harry came to a stop, watching Ashley as simply scooped and swallowed, and even rubbed it into her skin. He had a feeling that wasn’t normal during sex, but with nothing to compare it to, he enjoyed the show without complaint. Once finished, she snapped back into focus “Sorry, you were saying something…?” Her cheeks pinking once she realised what he’d just watched her do.
“I was..just saying it was my first time”
“Oh! Well that’s fine” She paused, pearing up from between his legs “you know…it doesn’t have to end here”
“Really?” Harry said with excitement. Ashley giggled and stood taking his arm.
“Come on you, I’m a teacher after all” She continued at his raised eyebrows “Physics at Surrey Uni” Well that was unexpected. Ding! 75% Harry perked up at the soft sound, as she led him upstairs
Extras:
Skills- [Physics, maths, teaching, housekeeping]
Status - [Horny, looking forward spending more time with Harry Potter]
Hint- [everyone likes to feel seen]
Huh. He doubted that he’d raise that Love much, but 100% for Attraction? Seems achievable. And a new skill? Sounds a little too good to be true, but Harry wasn’t complaining. Instead, he watched Ashley’s arse sway in front of him. Before he could second guess himself, his hand lashed out. Smack! “Ohh” Ashley shot him a grin over her shoulder. 76% Ha!
Ashley pushed open her bedroom door, and pulled Harry in after her, collapsing onto the bed. His lips crashed against hers. It was undoubtedly clumsy, but she didn’t seem to mind. She rolled them over, and pressed herself upright against his crotch. “Ahem! First lesson: Pressure” She began moving her hips in a circle, pulling a groan out of harry.
“You're a natural kisser, so you’ll be fine either way, but you can’t get distracted. One must multi-task, Mr Potter” Lifting her tank top to reveal a pair of perky tits topped with tiny nipples. Ashley took his hands and placed them on her arse for him to grope, “your partner should feel your pressure everywhere along her body, from your hands, to your hips, to your lips”. She accentuated the last with a deep kiss that left him panting.She gave him a smirk, and divested herself of her bottoms displaying a soaked mound of blonde curls. Ashley began to grind her pussy along his shaft, giving his cock a shiny coat.
“Is this what you want, baby? You want to shove this big cock in my pussy?” An innocent, wide eyed look on her face.
“Fuck…please Ashley” Harry groaned.
“Well, too bad,” she replied with a grin. Harry was only confused for a moment, before she started dragging her pussy along his torso until his nose was buried in her juicy snatch. “You’ve already cum, so now you have to take care of your partner.” Harry, feeling slightly heady from her scent, gave her a long, languid lick from the rim of her asshole to the tip of her vagina.
“Mmm yeah…good start” Ashley said in a high pitched voice. “But don’t forget the first lesson”. Harry’s hands jumped to her hips, wrapped around her thighs and pulled her down so her entire weight rested on her mouth.
She gave a soft chuckle. “I suppose that’s one way, but don’t mind if I do”. Ashley placed her hands in his messy locks, holding on tightly, and began grinding furiously against his nose and mouth. Her juices leaked into his mouth, and he swallowed greedily.
“When I say, I want you to…mhm latch onto my clit, the little nub,...and I want you suck hard, then lick” after a moment’s consideration “that’ll vary, you’ll just have to experiment with what works”.Oddly, hearing the word experiment reminded Harry of one the few questionable Weasley twin pieces of advice he had received.
“If you ever get a woman angry, throw a snitch down her pants” Fred said proudly
Harry looked to George searching for any explanation of that nonsense, but he was just nodding along as though it was sage advice.
“Vibrations, dear Potter, mustn’t doubt vibrations. Why do you think the school brooms are always missing despite being horrendous”
It still sounded like nonsense, but acting like a broom for Ashley helped put it into context. More importantly, it gave him a hypothesis to test. So when Ashley finally called for him to suck her clit, Harry quickly imagined the basilisk, and started reciting the Hogwarts song. The effect was instantaneous.
“GUH-“ Ashley squirted across his face, and keeled over his head. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for Ashley, the Hogwarts song was rather long.
Harry kept his mouth latched to her clit, vibrating his tongue throughout. He felt proud of discovering this new use of parseltongue, he had largely neglected the ability since the fiasco of second year and resolved himself to spend some more time understanding the ability at a later date. Maybe he’d write an article; 12 uses of parseltongue.
Noticing that she wasn;t moving at all, he gave her arse a smack. Her pussy spasmed but there was largely no reaction. Harry gently pushed Ashley off his head, and his eyes widened at the carnage on display. The bed was absolutely drenched, her pussy appeared inflamed, her blonde locks stuck to the sweat on her forehead, her eyes were rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
Harry gave her a poke. “Ash?! Ashley!” When he got no response, he checked her pulse just in case. Knowing the distinct possibility that she was severely lacking in fluids, Harry walked down to the kitchen to get them both some water. When he returned, he used the opportunity to check her overlay.
Ashley Mitchelsen, 35, Divorced
Love: 20%
Attraction: 90%
Relationships: [Open]
Kink: [Feet]
Rewards: [Learn the basics, Lose virginity, at 100% AT earn skill (1), at 50% LV earn romantic relationship, at 100% LV earn new residence]
Extras: [Open]
Honestly, looking at the state of her, he was a little surprised that it wasn’t at 100%. Could it only be achieved through sex? Harry approached the unconscious woman, and gave her pert arse a slap “you alright?”. Receiving only a grunt in reply, Harry simply crawled into bed next to her, wrapped his arm around her, and joined her in an impromptu nap.
———
Ashley woke up not knowing what planet she was on. She was beyond thirsty, and she felt like she fought a lion. Immediately, her eyes fell on the water on the bedside table and gulped it down.
Christ
What on earth was that? She looked down at the arm around her torso and twisted to stare at the freak of nature. He looked so unassuming asleep. Especially with those emeralds hidden. Harry was definitely a handsome lad, clearly just coming into rugged good looks. The eyes were just the cherry on top. As she stared, playing with his hair, she was forced to reconsider all her assumptions about the boy. The rumours were completely incongruent with the charming man in front of her. She’d have to question Petunia later on.
“You have a staring problem” Ashley jumped at the voice, not realising she accidentally woke Harry. He gave her a lazy grin and opened his eyes. Yep, unfair is the only way to describe those things.
“No, I don’t.” She replied, still lacking much of her cognitive abilities.
“Sure do, caught you staring through the hedges, remember?”
She squeaked at that and knew there was no denying it. “Well! Well, you shouldn’t do gardening shirtless!” Ashley replied with a raised chin. Harry just chuckled, which was somehow more mortifying. Though she had more pressing matters to address.
She poked his cheek. “Mister! You have some explaining to do! What the hell was that? I feel like I was hit by a bus”
“Oh you mean this?” Harry suddenly poked his tongue out and started hissing. Frankly, it was wildly unnerving. But she could see his tongue moving at a speed that would put her vibrator to shame. After a few moments to process this new information, she poked him again.
“That’s cheating.”
“No it’s not”
“Yes, it is. You didn’t learn how to go down on me! You just learnt how to skip most of the work.” Harry’s mouth opened but quickly shut up once he realised she was correct.
She pressed her mouth against his, “don’t worry, just means we need more lessons” Ashley said with a grin. “But only use the gift when I’m on the edge, and only for a few seconds”.
Harry just gave a toothy grin. Ashley rolled her eyes. Suddenly, her nose scrunched cutely, “we should clean up a bit first, you strip the bed”. She walked into the ensuite, and from the sounds of it, began running a bath. Harry shrugged, and began cleaning up, uncaring about his nudity.
Ashley called out to him from the bathroom. She was already in the shower rinsing herself off. So he let himself in with a grin, pressing against her back, letting his hands roam around her body. Ashley gave a sigh of pleasure at the attention, prompting Harry to pepper kisses on her neck and back. Love: 21% Attraction: 91%
Suppose that makes sense, increase the love, increase the attraction. Oddly, Harry enjoyed this as much as the sex, it felt nice to candidly worship her body, that she let him scrub her back, or clean the cum out of her. Ashley turned in his arms, and gave him a languid kiss, one arm dropping to slowly stroke the erection that was pressing against her. “Come on you” she turned off the shower, and led him by the cock to the bathtub. With a sigh, they sank into the water, Ashley pressed between Harry’s legs, his hand naturally cupping her tits. They sat, simply enjoying the warmth of the water, and how it relaxed the muscles. After a few minutes, Harry noticed the score going up once again. It seems she loved this just as much.
“Thank you Harry”
“Mmm?”
“For spending time with me, haven’t felt the best since Tim…” she said quietly. Harry just pulled her closer, and began sucking on her earlobe.
“I meant what I said earlier, only an idiot would cheat on this” his hand dropping to run his hands through her lower lips. She tilted her head, eyes searching for a kiss. Love 23% attraction 93%.
Her body followed the twist of her kiss until she was facing Harry. Her pussy grinding against his cock, she pulled back a moment, forehead resting against his, and breathing heavily. “I um take the pill for hormones”
“Uhh good for you” Harry replied, baffled by the seeming non-sequitur. Ashley just rolled her eyes.
“Boys..” she murmured with a shake of her head “I’m taking birth control pills”
“Oh!”
“Yeah ‘Oh’, you ought to handle your own contraception, it’s good practice” she said with fond amusement and once again continued circling her hips. “Now, your cock is absurdly big, even experienced women might have trouble. So just take your time, okay?”
Harry gave a quick, enthusiastic nod prompting a giggle from Ashley. She dropped her hand below the water to grip his cock, raised her hips, and looked him in the eyes. She slowly descended, her eyes tightening as the sheer girth of his head let itself known.
Harry already knew he was a goner. No one told him how bloody hot a woman was. Perhaps he should have realised that his calloused, quidditch hands would be nothing like the velvet smoothness of her pussy, but it still came as a shock how smooth she was.
“I..I keep thinking one more inch to g-go” she said with a stuttered laugh. It took a few minutes, but she eventually bottomed out, and was left panting heavily, with her head on his shoulder. “Fuck you feel insane…so full”. For his part, he simply stroked her back, trying his hardest not to cum.
Ashley raised her eyes and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “congratulations, you are no longer a virgin”. Harry just wiggled his eyebrows at her. 24% 94% “you can cum whenever you want, don’t worry about me” he wasn’t given much time to question that, when she began raising herself up, squeezing all the whilst against his cock. Up and down she went, occasionally grinding her clit against his pelvis, having only cum once at the very beginning, Harry didn’t stand a chance when she began talking.
“Cum for me baby, I need you to fill me up” she whispered into his ear. “Knowing how much you cum, maybe the birth control will be useless” Harry just groaned. “Is that what you want? To see me walk around the neighbourhood pregnant? Everyone would know what a slut I am, fucking a boy half my age. Won’t stop me from taking this dick”, emphasising her words with a drop.
“I-I’m g-going-“
“Let it out baby, give it to me” she gave one last squeeze, forcing Harry to erupt. Ashley kept rutting against him, only bringing him an even higher level of pleasure. He held her against him, making sure none of his cum leaked out.
She marveled at the feeling, it was completely unlike her husband's tiddle-winks of semen. She doubted there was any space left inside of her, that wasn’t either cock or cum. So distracted was she, that she never noticed that he didn’t soften until he started thrusting again. She looked up, to see his pupils blown out with lust, only a ring of green on display. Ashley yelped as she was pushed back against the other end of the tub. Harry lifted her legs to his shoulders, folding her in half. She didn’t have much time to consider this new position before he speared into her. It became very obvious, very quickly, that despite the awkward angle, it was absolutely perfect for hitting the right spots.
“Hnnghn fuck baby, that’s it -guh- right there” but Harry wasn’t content. He turned to the right foot on his shoulder, and popped her big toe in his mouth. To say she was surprised by how much she enjoyed him worshiping her foot, was an understatement. Ashley knew this would have to be a recurring theme in her sex life, it was like there was a direct line from her feet to her brain.
“Ahhhnn I love it! More!” she squealed.
Harry continued licking her soles, letting her know he enjoyed the worship almost as much as she did, making sure he hit that rough patch inside her pussy all the while. Love: 26% attraction: 96%. As he pumped into her, the score continued to rise, and Ashley began babbling incoherently. From the bits he understood, she was approaching her limit, so he silenced her with a deep kiss, dominating her mouth with his tongue. He let his hand drop to her clit, maintaining that pressure with circular motions. Harry rested his forehead against her, feeling his own orgasm approaching. He opened his eyes to find her staring back, and that was it. He came ferociously into her, Ashley’s pussy fluttering against him, her hands scratching his biceps. Love: 30% Attraction: 100%.
———
Harry and Ashley came down from their high slowly, though she seemed to take a bit longer. Harry took the time to inspect the overlay.
Ashley Mitchelsen, 35, Single
Love: 30%
Attraction: 100%
Relationships: [Open]
Kink: [Feet]
Rewards: [at 50% LV earn romantic relationship, at 100% LV earn new residence]
Extras: [Open]
Hmm less rewards, did he already get a skill? Putting that aside,he doubted that 100% LV was feasible, he was going to the burrow in less than a week after all. 50% LV was definitely possible, but dating an older muggle woman, when he was hidden away 10 months out of the year, didn’t really lend itself to a successful relationship.
With a shrug, he opened the Extras: tab.
Extras:
Skills- [Physics, maths, teaching, housekeeping] [pick (1)]
Status - [sated, hungry, tired,]
Hint- [Who doesn’t like pizza]
Realising that this would take a bit of time, and feeling Ashley stir, he made to get up. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, “take your time, I’m going to order us a pizza”. She murdered “pepperoni” in reply.
Harry made his way to his clothes in the living room, and pondered the situation. Changing hints would be useful. He needed to meet more people, see how all their overlays varied.
Skills though. That felt like the most important detail of the phenomenon. Was it really as easy as it implied? Frankly, he felt a little intimidated by it. Would he really be able to take her skill in physics simply because he fucked her? Would that leave her without her skill in physics? He couldn’t do that. Not even with the immense benefit. But he doubted that something that was based in love/attraction would result in something so cruel.
Regardless, a professor-level knowledge of physics would be an incredible boon to transfiguration and charms. Better developed math skills would have been useful had he taken arithmancy. Regardless, he’d need to talk to Sirius before he made any decisions.
————-
“Sirius Black”
A moment passed with nothing happening, and Harry felt like an idiot before-
“HEYYYYYYOOO” Sirius’s face popped up replacing his own. He looked remarkably well. He had filled out from the bones of Azkaban, gotten a tan and a haircut. The grey streaks remained, and the lines of his face would likely never go away, but for less than 2 months' rest, he was surprised by the improvement.
Sirius gave him a toothy grin. “Yeah I know, handsome lad, aren’t I? Moony has been force feeding me potions” he panned the mirror over to Professor Lupin sitting in a Hawaiian shirt, sunglasses, and broad-brim hat.
“Hello Harry” he said, mouth wrapped around a cocktail straw.
Harry snorted. “What is this? Since when have these things existed?” Sirius panned the mirror back to him.
“Nifty things, aren’t they? Your dad and I created it when they began separating us during detention”
Harry’s jaw dropped. To create something like this when they were still in school…”how-what-why the bloody hell do people still send letters by owl then?”
“Well our owls would be sad if we didn’t use them?” Sirius explained in that typical pureblood bafflement that seemed to permeate any questioning of the status quo in the wizarding world.
“Don’t bother Harry” Remus chimes in off screen “your mother tried for years to explain to them what they created to no avail.
“OH! That reminds me” Sirius said excitedly “your letter!”
“Hmm? Oh right, you mentioned my mum had a trick. No idea what that had to do with my hallucinations.”
“She never mentioned hallucinations, but what she did have was this sixth sense. Oh if only I knew earlier…” Sirius trailed off wistfully.
“Knew what?” Harry enquired, wary of the direction this was heading.
“She just had this intuition. Before we went into hiding, we’d have night outs, and she would, without fail, be able to say exactly the best way to pick up a bird. She was an even better wingman than moony”
“Rude,” the werewolf muttered.
“Okay, she wasn’t super clear in explaining it, but she’d say things like “she seems like the type to enjoy a firm hand” or “bet you, she’s into sensitive guys”. At the time, I assumed it was a girl thing, after your letter, it’s just too much of a coincidence.”
“But she didn’t have any hallucinations-”
“Ah yes, but she also wasn’t a potter!” Sirius exclaimed as if that made any sense.
Harry heard a sigh, the image shook a bit, and Remus was back in focus. “He’s getting ahead of himself. You mentioned your eyesight improved?”
“Uh yeah, right on my birthday.”
“Have you heard of the correlation between poor eyesight and ocular magics?”
“Yeah Madam Pomphrey explained it, but-“
“The Potters have had bad eyesight for centuries.” Remus plowed on “infuriated James to no end, that they couldn’t seem to figure out their boon. That they seemingly just had terrible eyesight. It is padfoots theory, that fate and magic, has converged to balance out centuries of poor eyesight, by empowering Lily's intuition. Or in other words, a boon. It would explain why your eyesight is fine now. The price was paid in advance.” It was clear that Remus didn’t quite subscribe to this theory, frankly neither did harry.
“Don’t make that face! You’re forgetting about the prophecy! It ties it all together! The power he knows not!”
Harry stared at him for a moment. “Remus, you need to take him to St. Mungos, or something.”
“Escaped convict, remember?”
“Surely there’s someone you could take him to? He’s losing-“
“Harry.” Sirius said with uncharacteristic sternness. “Did Dumbledore not tell you about the prophecy?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about”
“He hasn’t trained you? He hasn’t prepared you at all? But what about the patronus? No third year can do that without training” He questioned frantically.
“That was Professor lupin, and only because the dementors wouldn’t leave me alone”
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING” Sirius roared. “HOW WERE YOU MEANT-“
“PADFOOT! Calm down!” Called Remus. Sirius took a moment to collect himself and continued.
“Harry, listen to me. We’ll meet at the World Cup.” Harry tried to protest but it was immediately cut off. “No. There are things that you should know, and they can only be told in person. For now, just work on getting as many skills as possible.”
“But I don’t-“
“I’ll see you soon.” And with that, the call ended. Harry was left staring at his reflection once more, frustrated that he was left with more questions than answers. He’d had a fairly relaxing past few days, mostly enjoying Ashley’s company in the evenings when she returned from work. But that perpetual tease of skills still bothered him. As he pondered the skills, wondering how to even pick physics, an overlay for his own reflection popped up.
Harry Potter, 16, single
Class: Mage lvl 4.
Skills:
Wizardry
Ace flyer
Parseltongue
1 available
Perks:
The boy who lived - famous throughout the wizarding world
Horcrux - good for one sacrifice
Gryffindor seeker - far more likely to join professional quidditch league
Basilisk slayer - famous throughout the wizarding world, begins multiple S-tier rituals
Hint: using skill points levels you up, levelling you up improves the system. (Note: the higher your level, the more difficult it is to level up through skills alone)
Merlin, I need to look in the mirror more. Granted, he had to be thinking about the system but still. The only real detail that stumped him was “Horcrux”, he’d have to ask Sirius about it. For now? Skills took priority. Frankly, the appeal of an improved system was too much to ignore. He mentally clicked on 1 available, and Physics from there. A ding! later he was lvl 5. Though there appeared to be no noticeable difference. Impatient to find if there was any improvement, Harry went downstairs to find Aunt Petunia in the kitchen.
Petunia Dursley, 36, married
Love: 10%
Attraction: 0%
Relationships: [locked]
Kink: [feeder]
Rewards: [Locked]
Extras: [locked]
The fuck was a feeder?