The dining room fell into a stunned silence after Celeste's bombshell about the ritual. Hermione's fork hovered mid-air, her meal forgotten, as she stared at the table like it might sprout wings and fly away. Harry, meanwhile, looked like he'd been hit with a Stunning Spell, his face a mix of embarrassment, curiosity, and something else Hermione didn't want to name.
'Oh, to hell with it. The idiot's excited,' she thought, exasperated. But could she truly blame him? He was a hormonal teenager, no matter how mature he acted at times.
Celeste, of course, stood there with that infuriatingly smug smile, her hands still resting on Harry's shoulders, like she hadn't just suggested a magical orgy to save his soul.
Hermione cleared her throat, trying to break the tension. "So, let me get this straight. You're saying we need seven women to… to…" She couldn't even finish the sentence, her cheeks burning.
Celeste's purple eyes sparkled with amusement. "To fuck Master Harry senseless, yes. To channel love and pleasure so intense it'll burn that nasty soul fragment right out of him. Seven's the magic number, Miss Granger. Powerful, potent, and perfect for a ritual like this."
Harry choked on his juice, coughing loudly. "Celeste, can you not— I mean, can we maybe ease into this a bit?"
"Oh, Master, there's no easing into something this deliciously necessary," Celeste purred, her fingers trailing down his chest. "We should start right away. The sooner we begin, the sooner we free you from that vile parasite. Why waste time when we can get to the good stuff?"
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Right away? As in now? You've got to be joking."
Celeste tilted her head, her crimson hair catching the light. "Joking? Oh, darling, I don't joke about pleasure or magic. The ritual chamber will be ready in no time, the runes too, and I'm more than eager to get started. Aren't you, Master?" She leaned down, her lips brushing Harry's ear, and her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I can feel your magic humming already. It's begging for release. So potent, my dear Master…"
Harry's face went scarlet, and he shifted in his chair, clearly trying to keep his cool. "I… uh… I mean, it's a lot to take in, Celeste. We just got here, and we're still figuring things out. Maybe we should, y'know, plan a bit first?"
"Plan?" Celeste let out a rich, throaty laugh that made Hermione's skin prickle. "Planning's for boring people, Master. This is about instinct, desire, and raw magic. We strip down, we connect, we let the magic flow. Simple as that."
Hermione slammed her fork down, her patience finally snapping at the sheer lack of tact she'd been seeing from this woman—No! Succubus!
"This is not simple, Celeste! You're talking about some kind of… sex ritual with seven women! We don't even know where to find six other women who'd be willing to— to do this! And you want to start now? Have you lost your mind?"
Celeste's smile didn't waver. She sauntered over to Hermione's side of the table, her hips swaying with every step, the tiny dress barely containing her curves. "Oh, Miss Granger, you're adorable when you're flustered. But don't worry, I'm not suggesting we round up a harem this instant. We can start small. Just you, me, and Master Harry for now."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she shot up from her chair, nearly knocking it over. "Me? Me? No. Absolutely not. I'm not— I can't— I'm leaving." She turned toward the door, her heart pounding, but Celeste was faster. In a blink, the succubus was in front of her, blocking the exit with a single, elegant step.
"Now, now, don't be so hasty," Celeste said, her voice smooth as silk. "You're not just a bystander here, Miss Granger. You're essential to this ritual. Someone needs to channel the magic, to power the runes and guide the spells while I… well, while I take care of Master Harry's needs." She winked, and Hermione felt her face heat up again, although sense of profound relief coursed through her at the realization that she would not be expected to directly participate in… that. Even then…
"Essential?" Hermione sputtered. "I'm not— I don't even know how to do that! And I'm definitely not going to sit there while you two…" She gestured wildly, unable to finish the sentence.
Celeste stepped closer, her purple eyes locking onto Hermione's. "You're a witch, aren't you? A brilliant one, from what I can sense. Your magic is strong, precise, perfect for anchoring the ritual. You don't have to join in the fun—though you're welcome to, of course." She smirked, clearly enjoying Hermione's discomfort. "All you need to do is lend your magic, keep the runes stable, and make sure the energy flows where it's supposed to. Think of it as… academic supervision."
Hermione's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "Academic supervision? You're insane. This is— this is ridiculous!"
Harry finally spoke up, his voice hesitant but firm. "Hermione, maybe… maybe we should hear her out. If this is the only way to get rid of the Horcrux, we can't just ignore it. I mean, it's not like we've got a ton of other options."
Hermione whirled on him, her eyes blazing. "Harry Potter, are you seriously considering this? You're okay with… with this?" She gestured at Celeste, who was now leaning against the table, her dress riding up just enough to show the tops of her garters.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, his ears red. "I'm not saying I'm thrilled about it, Hermione, but if it's the only way to get this thing out of me… I mean, we've done crazier things, haven't we?"
"Crazier things?" Hermione's voice rose an octave. "Harry, this isn't like going past a trap door or sneaking into the Ministry! This is— this is—" She cut herself off, too mortified to continue.
Celeste chuckled, stepping between them. "Come now, both of you. Let's not bicker. Miss Granger, I promise you, your role is purely magical. No need to get your knickers in a twist—unless you want to, of course." She winked again, and Hermione groaned, rubbing her temples.
"Fine," Hermione said through gritted teeth. "Fine. I'll help with the runes and the spells. But that's it. I'm not— I'm not doing anything else."
"Perfect!" Celeste clapped her hands, her excitement almost infectious. "Then let's get to it. The ritual chamber's waiting, and I'm itching to get started." She grabbed Harry's hand, tugging him out of his chair with surprising strength. "Come along, Master. Miss Granger, you too."
Harry shot Hermione a helpless look as Celeste dragged him toward the door. Hermione followed, her stomach churning with a mix of dread and curiosity. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but Harry was right—they didn't have many options. And if this was the only way to save him… well, she'd just have to grit her teeth and get through it.
The walk to the ritual chamber was awkward, to say the least. Celeste led the way, her hips swaying with every step, while Harry and Hermione trailed behind, avoiding each other's eyes. Hermione could feel the tension radiating off Harry, and she was pretty sure her own face was still bright red. Neither of them spoke, too mortified with everything that was going on and what they knew was coming.
The ritual chamber was tucked away in a secluded part of the manor, down a spiral staircase that led to a heavy oak door carved with intricate runes. Celeste pushed it open, revealing a circular room lit by flickering torches. The walls were lined with shelves of ancient books and strange artifacts, but the centerpiece was a large stone altar in the middle, covered in glowing runes that pulsed with a soft, golden light. A plush velvet cushion sat atop the altar, and Hermione tried very hard not to think about what it was for.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered, his eyes wide as he took in the room. "This place is… intense."
"Isn't it marvelous?" Celeste said, practically bouncing with excitement. "This chamber was designed for powerful magic, and it's perfect for what we're about to do. The runes are already charged with the ley lines around here, but they'll need your magic, Miss Granger, to keep them stable during the ritual."
Hermione's academic side kicked in despite herself, and she stepped closer to the altar, studying the runes. "These are… ancient. I recognize some of them from my studies, but others are completely foreign. What do they do, exactly?"
Celeste's smile turned approving. "Oh, you're going to be fun to work with. The runes are a mix of old Celtic and demonic sigils, designed to amplify magical energy and channel it into a specific purpose. In this case, they'll focus Master Harry's soul energy, strengthening it while weakening the Horcrux. Your job is to keep them active, feeding them a steady stream of your magic. Think of it like… powering a magical circuit."
Hermione nodded, her curiosity overriding her discomfort for the moment. "And the spells? What do I need to cast?"
Celeste moved to a nearby shelf, pulling down a dusty tome and flipping it open. "It's less about specific spells and more about intent. You'll be chanting a series of incantations to guide the energy. I'll show you the words—they're in an old dialect, but you're a quick study, I'm sure. The key is to keep your focus on Master Harry's soul, on strengthening him. The runes will do the rest."
Hermione took the book, her fingers brushing against the worn leather. "This is… fascinating. I've never seen magic like this before. It's almost like a blend of Arithmancy and ancient runes, but with a… a primal edge."
"Primal's the right word," Celeste said with a grin. "This is raw, unfiltered magic. The kind that comes from the deepest parts of us—desire, love, life itself. You'll see, Miss Granger. It's powerful stuff."
Harry coughed, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. "So, uh, what do we do now?"
Celeste's grin turned wicked. "Now, Master, we get ready." Without a hint of hesitation, she reached behind her and untied her apron, letting it fall to the floor. Then, slowly and sensuously, she unzipped her dress and let it slide down her body, revealing nothing but smooth, pale skin underneath. No underwear, no bra—just Celeste, completely naked and utterly unashamed.
Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and Hermione let out a strangled gasp, her face burning as she tried to look anywhere but at Celeste. The succubus was breathtaking, her curves perfect, her skin flawless, and her crimson hair cascading over her shoulders now that it was free from its bun. The love bites Harry had left on her neck and chest stood out starkly against her pale skin, and Hermione couldn't help but notice how they seemed to enhance her beauty rather than detract from it.
"Merlin's beard," Harry muttered, his voice hoarse. He glanced at Hermione, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and embarrassment, and she returned the look, her own expression a mix of mortification and reluctant fascination.
Celeste stretched languidly, her body moving in a way that was almost hypnotic. "Don't be shy, you two. This is all part of the ritual. We need to be open, vulnerable, and connected. No barriers, no shame." She beckoned to Harry, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "You were so good last night and this morning, Master. You claimed me thoroughly. Now it's time to take it further. Come here, Master. Let's get you ready."
Harry hesitated, glancing at Hermione again. She just gave him a small, helpless shrug, her face still red. "Just… do what you have to do, Harry. I'll… I'll focus on the runes."
He nodded, swallowing hard, and took a tentative step toward Celeste. She met him halfway, her hands already reaching for his shirt. "That's it, Master," she murmured, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. "Let's get you out of these clothes. They're just in the way."
Hermione turned away, her eyes fixed on the rune-covered altar, but she could still hear the rustle of fabric as Celeste undressed Harry. Her cheeks burned, and she mentally cursed Celeste for putting her in this position. Of all the ridiculous, embarrassing situations she'd been in, this had to take the cake. She tried to focus on the runes, tracing their patterns with her eyes, but the sounds of Celeste's soft laughter and Harry's labored breathing were impossible to ignore.
"Miss Granger," Celeste called, her voice teasing. "You don't have to look away. It's just a body, after all. We're all friends here, aren't we? The ritual needs you to be at ease, to let the magic flow freely. No tension, no shame."
Hermione gritted her teeth, keeping her gaze firmly on the altar. "I'm fine, Celeste. Just… just get on with it."
Celeste chuckled, clearly amused. "Oh, you're adorable. But suit yourself. Just don't be surprised if you find yourself curious later." She turned her attention back to Harry, her hands now working on his trousers. "There we go, Master. Much better."
Hermione risked a glance, and she immediately regretted it. Harry was down to his boxers, his lean frame tense but undeniably fit from months on the run. Celeste's hands were on his hips, her body pressed close to his, and the sight made Hermione's stomach twist in a way she didn't want to think too deeply about. She quickly looked away again, focusing on the tome in her hands, her fingers gripping it tightly.
"Alright," Celeste said, her voice all business now. "Let's talk about how this is going to work. Master Harry, you and I are going to make love on the altar. Exactly like this morning. The runes will amplify our combined energy, and Miss Granger will channel her magic to keep them stable. The goal is to flood your soul with pure, positive energy—pleasure, love, life. That energy will strengthen your soul and weaken the Horcrux, making it easier to expel."
Harry nodded, though he looked like he was trying very hard not to think too much about what they'd done a few hours ago, no matter how pleasant a memory it was.
"And… what exactly do we do? I mean, besides the… obvious."
Celeste's smile was downright wicked. "Oh, Master, it's all about the obvious. We're going to fuck, long and hard, letting our bodies and magic merge. I'll guide you through it, don't worry. You just need to let go, give in to the pleasure, let it consume you. The more intense it is, the better it works. We'll start slow, build up the energy, and then… well, let's just say it's going to be a wild ride."
Hermione groaned, her head dropping into her hands again. "Merlin, Celeste, do you have to be so blunt?"
"Blunt?" Celeste laughed, her hands still on Harry's hips and her naked front pressed against his bare chest. "I'm being honest, Miss Granger. This is sex magic, not a tea party. It's raw, it's primal, it's real. You'll be chanting the incantations, keeping the runes active, while Master Harry and I get down and dirty on this altar. The more pleasure we generate, the stronger the magic. It's simple, really."
"Simple," Hermione muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Right. Just… tell me the incantations."
Celeste handed her a slip of parchment from the tome, the words written in a flowing, ancient script. "Here. Start with these. They're phonetic, so just sound them out. Focus on Master Harry, on his soul, on making him strong. The runes will glow brighter as the magic builds, so you'll know it's working."
Hermione took the parchment, her eyes scanning the words. They were strange, unfamiliar, but she could feel the power in them, like a hum in the back of her mind. Her academic side was intrigued, despite the mortifying context. "And… how long does this take? The ritual, I mean."
Celeste shrugged, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. "As long as it takes, darling. Could be an hour, could be longer. Depends on how… enthusiastic Master Harry is." She winked at Harry, who looked like he wanted to sink through the floor.
"Great," Hermione said, her voice flat. "Just great."
Celeste clapped her hands, her excitement palpable. "Alright, enough talk. Master Harry, up on the altar. Miss Granger, take your place at the head of the altar and start chanting when I tell you. Let's get this party started."
Harry climbed onto the altar, his movements stiff and awkward, while Hermione took her position, clutching the parchment like a lifeline. She kept her eyes on the runes, trying to ignore the fact that Celeste was now climbing onto the altar with Harry, her naked body practically glowing in the torchlight.
"Ready, Master?" Celeste murmured, her hands sliding up Harry's chest as she straddled him.
Harry nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yeah. Let's… let's do this."
Hermione started chanting, her voice shaky at first but growing steadier as she focused on the words. The runes began to glow brighter, their golden light pulsing in time with her voice. She could feel the magic building, a warm, tingling sensation that spread through her body. It was powerful, intoxicating, and she had to admit, despite everything, it was fascinating.
Celeste leaned down, her lips brushing Harry's as she whispered something too soft for Hermione to hear. Harry's hands moved to her hips, hesitant at first but growing bolder as Celeste pressed herself closer. The air in the room grew thick, charged with raw, sexual energy, and Celeste began to pepper his neck with large, openmouthed kisses as Harry stroked her curves.
Hermione tried not to look, but it was impossible to completely ignore what was happening. Celeste's movements were slow and her body was moving with a grace that was almost otherworldly. Harry's breathing grew heavier, his hands caressing her perky rear, and Hermione felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with the magic.
Focus, Hermione, she told herself, her eyes snapping back to the runes. This is for Harry. For the Horcrux. Just focus.
But Celeste's voice broke through her thoughts, low and sultry. "That's it, Master. Let go. Let the pleasure take you. Feel me, feel the magic. It's about to start."
Hermione clutched the parchment tightly, her cheeks burning, but she forced herself to calm down. She needed to remain in control of her wits. The moment she uttered the first syllable, the runes glowed brightly, the magic surging inside the chamber, and she could feel the wheels getting set in motion, feel the power building around her. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but be drawn in by the sheer intensity of it.
This was going to be a long ritual.
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