One Magic Night Part 2

Clean-up after that one was an absolute nightmare. Harry didn’t mean cleaning up his and Zatanna’s bodies, either, although that had also taken some considerable time.

They had to exorcise the specters, and make sure they were gone for good. Couldn’t be having those possessing any Muggles or even other witches and wizards, using their bodies like dolls until those bodies gave out. That task alone took over an hour to finish. Whatever ritual these criminals used to leave their bodies behind, it had taken considerable skill, which made it a real headache for Harry. That was usually how it went with these types of things.

After that, they needed to find every victim in the mansion and help restore their minds. Fortunately, with the specters banished, most were becoming lucid again. Harry called in the Obliviators, multiples healers from St. Mungos, and a couple of Aurors he knew were Muggleborns or Halfbloods, leaving orders for them to get those people home in proper shape. Finally, an entirely different team had to be assembled, this one to disarm any remaining traps and turn that creepy mansion back into a regular Muggle house. Harry was exhausted.

He had help, though. He didn’t expect it, but even after everything that happened, Zatanna stuck around. She was instrumental in finishing the specters off for good, and even lended her services with the traps. She was quite the woman. Harry often pictured superheroes a bit poorly, to be honest, seeing them as the kind to swoop in and fly away without dealing with any of the messy aftereffects. Zatanna was changing his mind.

So, very late when it was utterly dark outside and the two of them had finally finished all the work, they sat on opposite sides of a diner booth, classic oily Muggle food in front of them.

Both had changed clothes. Harry was wearing a simple coat, shirt and jeans that wouldn’t be noticed the way his shiny Auror robes would. Zatanna did not seem to know how to dress modestly. Her spare clothes had been a strapless black dress. Harry certainly didn’t mind.

“So yeah,” Zatanna was saying, “that’s how I found out why my Dad disappeared so suddenly, and how I dispelled the evil sorcerer’s curse that forced him to hide out in another dimension.”

Harry ate a fry. “And your mom didn’t help? You said she was one of those Homo Magi people.”

“She wasn’t around,” Zatanna said. “She faked her death when I was young. I thought she was really dead, back then, so it’s not like I looked for her.”

“That’s harsh,” Harry said. “My parents died when I was a baby, but they were actually dead.”

Zatanna’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry!”

Harry waved her off. “Don’t be. I think I prefer that, actually, to them faking their deaths. If I found out it was all a trick, years later, I would’ve lost my mind.”

“My mom wasn’t actually that bad,” Zatanna said. “She reached out to me later to protect the Medulla Jewel in my brain from the Hidden Ones, sacrificing herself for real not long later.”

“Right,” Harry said, trying not to let his eyes go vacant. “That is brave.”

“That’s about all there is to say about me.” Zatanna leaned her arms on the table, looking across it eagerly. “How about you? What’s your story?”

Harry groaned. “You could write entire books about it.”

“Give me the short version.”

“A maniac terrorized the country when I was young. He attacked our house, but my Mom managed to turn his own curse back on him by sacrificing herself. I became a hero, but the villain wasn’t really dead—”

“They never are,” Zatanna said.

“—and it was his life’s goal to kill me after that. He tried, and failed. Tried again, failed again. There were quite a few of those. It became an entire war, and at the end of it, I beat him.”

“Impressive,” Zatanna smiled.

“So people keep telling me,” Harry said. “But I think there was a lot of luck in it. Things worked out perfectly for me that time. So I started working as an Auror, and I worked my way to where I am now, so that the next time someone tries to follow in that villain’s footsteps, I’ll be there to put them down.”

“How old are you?” Zatanna asked.

“Twenty-nine,” Harry said.

“Get out!” she said. “That’s my age! Birthday?”

“July 31st,” Harry rattled off with practiced ease.

“Hah! May 20th!” Zatanna looked smug. 

“Is this the part where I tell the mature woman how young she looks for her age?” Harry asked.

“I’ve got a youthful face,” Zatanna said. Suddenly, she blushed. “I mean, if my face was what you were thinking of…”

The booth descended into silence. It was true that he’d seen a lot more of her than that.

The mood between them had been a bit rough since the mission earlier. At times they got on great, and Harry was happy to say that he genuinely liked the American magic user. But then something would come along, and both of them would be reminded about the debacle earlier, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Harry was sick of it, to be honest. It wasn’t like him to act blushing and awkward around a woman, even one he’d slept with. It was the circumstances around what happened to them, and the way they didn’t exactly choose it, that was causing the tenseness. So Harry made a call, ready to clear the air.

Calling the waitress over, he said, “Get us two tall glasses of beer.”

Zatanna raised her eyebrow as the waitress left and filled the order. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

“You don’t have to drink it,” Harry said. “I thought I’d order one for you, just in case you want it. Because I know I do for what I’m about to say.”

“Uh oh,” Zatanna said.

The waitress returned. She placed down both beers, and Harry lifted his, chugging half of it in a succession of deep gulps, before finally slamming the glass back down.

“I’m not used to being embarrassed about sex,” he said. “Generally, I think that’s a waste of time. But earlier, I feel like I took advantage of you, even if it wasn’t really me doing it.”

“If you took advantage of me, I definitely took advantage of you too,” Zatanna pointed out. “These were my criminals. I should’ve prepared better, or warned you.”

“See, this is my point,” Harry said. “Both of us are sitting here and feeling guilty, and I’m sick of it. So let’s forget about the whole thing.”

“Easier to say than to do,” Zatanna said. “Unless you had a method?”

“A memory charm would work, but that’s not my style,” Harry said “I’m proposing that we clear the air by making a new memory.”

“Are you asking to sleep with me?” Zatanna said.

“I’m offering,” Harry said, “because I’m sick of acting weird about this, and because you’re damn hot.”

“I’m so glad you said this first,” Zatanna said.

She ducked underneath the table.

Harry’s eyes widened as she crawled across, her beautiful face appearing right in his crotch. He drew his wand, casting the strongest notice-me-not charm he knew. At the same time, Zatanna handled his other “wand”.

She pulled open his pants eagerly, and just the site of her gorgeous face hovering in his crotch was enough for Harry’s blood to flow down and make his dick expand. It certainly didn’t hurt that when he looked at her, he kept remembering the sight of her completely naked on the floor beneath him, and the divine feeling of himself buried inside her guts.

“Nobody’s looking,” Zatanna said, glancing around the restaurant.

“Notice-me-not charm,” Harry explained. “No Muggles are going to be looking this way for quite a while.”

“Perfect!” Zatanna said. “I had my own spell I was going to use, but I think there are better uses for my mouth right now.”

She shut her eyes halfway as she opened her mouth, engulfing Harry’s cock. He sighed deeply, squeezing the upholstery of the booth.

Zatanna’s head slid up and down along his meat, but the real magic was going on inside of her mouth. Her tongue slid along him in patterns that were more intricate than he realized were possible. He’d gotten a brief taste when they kissed as the ghosts possessed them, but he hadn’t realized the full extent of her skill until right now.

“You’re incredible!” Harry said.

Zatanna giggled, popping her lips off of his dick.

“It’s my job to say words backwards all day,” she said. “Do you have any idea how quick your tongue needs to be in order to pull that off?”

“I do now,” Harry said. 

He stroked her smooth, glossy hair, and she bent down, lathering more attention onto his meat. She licked him along the shaft, running the tip of her tongue around his cockhead and dragging it over his slit. One look at her eyes was all that Harry needed to realize that she had been just as turned on as he was since their debacle earlier. 

That realization filled him with confidence, and he laid a second hand on the back of her head. Zatanna looked up, giving him a single quick nod before unhinging her jaw. Harry pushed down, and his cock filled her mouth, sliding all the way back to her throat.

Her tongue still found room to work, somehow. Harry pushed her head down each time Zatanna rose up. It was a brutal kind of blowjob, yet it was being accompanied by the pure sensual technique of her flickering tongue. Soon Harry had shut his eyes, breathing hard. Unbecoming groans were coming from his mouth, but to Zatanna, they were like music. It was proof of just how good she was making him feel. 

Harry’s thigh muscles flexed and tightened against her body. Zatanna looked up at him, her tongue sliding back and forth rapidly as he was pushed over the edge.

Zatanna pulled back just as he came, taking the load into her mouth instead of her throat. There was no reason for that other than getting to taste it, because after a moment of swishing Harry’s semen around her mouth, she swallowed. 

“Ta-da!” she said, opening her mouth to show there wasn’t a single drop left.

Unable to contain himself, Harry hit the restaurant with a major Muggle repelling charm.

A young couple about to enter turned around and walked the other way. The few other people eating around the room stood up and walked out with them, and a moment later they were joined by the wait staff and cooks. Harry would leave an extra tip to more than make up for the inconvenience. He could afford it. What he could not afford was to miss out on a chance with a woman like Zatanna.

She crawled out from under the table, looking around curiously, and Harry stood up too, pulling her to her feet. Harry examined her face.

“I’ve never seen a girl look the same after taking me that deep,” Harry admitted. 

Zatanna, still with perfect makeup, laughed.

“I’m a stage magician as my real job,” she said. “You learn a lot about presentation. Want to see a trick?”

“Consider me a perfect audience,” Harry said, already pulling off his shirt and shedding his pants the rest of the way.

Zatanna turned away from him. She swayed her hips as she walked toward the nearest window, undoing the zipper on her dress as she went. It fell to the floor, her bra and panties falling a few steps later. She bent over, pressing her chest to the window and looking back over her shoulder.

“I will now make something massive disappear!” she said, eyeing his dick and spreading the lips of her pussy.

Harry marched forward, stepping over her clothes along the way before gently laying his hands on her butt.

“If you pull this one off, I’ll give you the best tip ever,” he said, easing his cock inside her.

Zatanna gasped. “I think you just did!”

He laughed, sliding the rest of himself smoothly inside.

Zatanna slapped her palms against the window. Harry started thrusting, pressing her against the glass every time their bodies made contact. Zatanna was gasping for air within the first minute.

“I felt it earlier, but it’s different when it’s actually pumping through me!” she said.

“I know I’m certainly having a better time,” Harry said, relishing the way his fingers were able to grip the fleshy globes that made up her ass.

Back in the mansion, he had been concerned about getting his body bag. He had been hurling his will against the ghost possessing his mind, trying to throw off the spirit like he would an Imperius curse. He’d probably paid even less attention to the actual sex in front of them than Zatanna had, who had become so visibly hot and bothered.

What he definitely remembered, though, was the feeling at the end. Zatanna’s pussy had been divine as he emptied his load, and it was so tight that every part of his body screamed at him not to pull out as he did.

This time, there was no reason he had to.

Harry leaned forward. “Remember that contraceptive charm I hit you with?”

“Yes?” Zatanna gasped.

“It’s still in effect,” he said.

It had originally been to ensure their accident with the ghosts didn’t get her pregnant. It would do something similar now. Only Harry—and Zatanna—would be able to enjoy every part of it when he came inside her this time.

The window was beginning to tremble from their vigor. Zatanna’s lovely breasts were pressed right into the glass, which looked out onto a crowded street. With her face shoved onto the glass, she could see every single person walking past; but none of them looked at her.

She was right in front of them, a naked beauty wracked by pleasure. But Harry’s notice-me-not charm was still active, hiding them from view in plain sight. The idea made Zatanna tighten around him, cumming for the first time.

It was a lovely feeling, like his cock was taking the world’s best shower. Her interior muscles clenched and her legs shook. Harry smiled as he fucked her from behind.

He’d been with plenty of women in the last few years as a single man famous for his defeat of Voldemort, but there was something special about Zatanna. She was close to the most beautiful, but it was more than that. Just like their insane pasts, they really connected as similar people with plenty in common. The fact that she had a tight pussy that was perfect for draining his balls was only the cherry on top.

Harry reached under her, letting go of her butt to grab her swinging breasts, giving each of them a squeeze. He bit the base of her neck, drawing a loud moan from Zatanna. Her legs were already trembling. Harry’s size was a lot to handle. All things considered, she was doing a stellar job.

“You’re incredible,” Harry whispered in her ear, his stomach pressing against her back. The position didn’t let him move as fast, but it felt more intimate. His arms were still wrapped around her, and his legs were pressed to hers. Each time he thrusted, his stomach slid along her back, letting her feel every part of the motion.

Zatanna didn't answer him except to moan. Harry moaned too, right there in her ear, letting her hear every part of his pleasure. His hips slowed down, but every one of the next five thrusts was delivered with extra intent, thumping against Zatanna’s cervix. She came for a second time one thrust before Harry did, both of them screaming their pleasure into the emptied restaurant.

They stayed that way, Zatanna against the window and Harry bent over her, both relishing the feeling of their juices mixing inside of her body.

“That was way better than anything those ghosts could’ve pulled off,” Harry said eventually.

Zatanna twisted to look at him, her greenish blue eyes full of humor.

“What ghosts?” she said.

Both of them knew that they were going to give that poor contraceptive charm way more work to do before this night was over.