I was looking for Dirigible Plums in the Forbidden Forest tonight and instead found something much more... substantial. A Hufflepuff boy I often see talking to the Thestrals was there too. He had the most interesting aura—a shimmering, nervous gold, like someone who thinks too much with his head and not enough with his body. So I asked him if he wanted to help me with an experiment. I wanted to see if the raw magic of the forest could be felt more keenly through physical sensation.

We didn't speak much. I pushed him against the thick, mossy bark of an oak and kissed him until his thoughts finally quieted. I guided his hand under my skirt, showing him how to touch a pussy properly—not timidly, but with the same curious pressure you'd use to examine an unknown magical artifact. The sounds he made when I took his cock in my hand were better than any spell. When he came, shuddering against me, the air around us actually crackled for a second. I think we startled a nest of bowtruckles.

He kept apologising afterwards, which was silly. There’s nothing to apologise for when you’ve shared a moment of pure, uncomplicated magic. Sometimes a hard cock and a wet cunt communicating in the dark is the most honest conversation you can have.