Harry Potter and the Grimorie Legacy

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Magic Gloves are not for Luna​

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Throughout the ages, many heroes sought to end a darkness, for there was always some would-be tyrant to put down. From Arthur and Mordred, to Albus and Gellert, a hero and villain rose together. To aid them in their duels, these heroes sought out the Potters, a clan of Artificers, skilled in Swordsmithing and armorering.

And now, a new hero has risen. This time, it seemed that Fate had cut out the middleman and directly made the hero a Potter. One Harold "Harry" James Potter to be specific. A true Sorcerer, born with dominion over Air alongside his family's skills, Harry was set to become the first Spell-Blade in over a century.

And over his life, Harry would become a Champion. A Knight defender of the weak and downtrodden. A Warrior, hand crafted to dispel the darkness in all forms. Yet, he remained a humble man, content to work his forge, crafting swords, runes, glyphs and more, while his beloved wife chased her magi-zoology across the world.

Yet, it was his wife who proved to be Harry's Greatest Challenge. For she was wild and willful, cunning and clever, and, above all else, tricky and teasing. A woman whom held power over him like no other, and one whom gleefully abused that power for the pettiest of reasons.

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In the Potter home of 20 years, behind over a hundred layers of magic protection, Harry diligently worked on a new glyph, an enhanced wardstone he stumbled into during his fourth year of Hogwarts that he was hoping to begin mass producing soon. Carefully, he seeped magic into the stone, etching the supernatural power into every molecule of the glyph.

Reaching for his Conduit, a ball pein hammer covered in various ancient runes, Harry began to tap the stone. Each hit sending a shower of magical sparks into the air. Slowly, the stone went from something plucked from the garden to a gleaming piece of crystal. Harry sucked in a deep breath as the magic began to take shape, glowing like a chuck of hot iron to his senses.

Switching from his Conduit to his Conductor, Harry began to more directly shape the magic inside the stone, looping and layering it upon itself as he conducted it like an orchestral concert. He'd just finished the final infusion when he heard his wife of 25 years saunter into the room, the sound of her bare feet hitting the stone floor and the lustful feel of her magic catching his attention, "Morning Honey," he greeted, getting a non-committal hum in return, "how was the search?" a frown appeared on his face when his greeting wasn't returned.

"Harrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy~" Luna called, partly moaning his name, setting him on edge immediately as his head snapped up to view his wife. Harry gulped as he took note of her appearance. For she wore a tight blue dress that framed her curvaceous body well, accentuating her shapely hips and plentiful breasts. What drew his eye, however, was the impish smile she wore on her face.

"No," he grunted preemptively, returning his focus to the glyph, robotically beginning the etching process. He studiously ignored the way Luna stalked forward like a tiger getting ready for the kill, stopping only when he could hear the fabric of her dress struggling to contain her generous assets. He mentally cursed as he could easily picture her smug grin, knowing she had his attention now.

"Can I," she purred, pressing herself into his back, causing him to clench his jaw in an attempt to focus. Something that quickly stopped when Luna's hands glided down his stomach and came to a rest between his thighs, teasingly close to his rapidly hardening length. Despite this, he maintained his focus on the etching, refusing to focus on her distracting presence or the way her fingers traced circles on his inner thighs.

"No," Harry grunted, carefully etching the symbol of madness and mysticism into the gleaming rock, carefully tracking the rhythmic pulsing of the ambient magic. "Whatever it is, no," he said, knowing better than to ask. Feeling a shift in the magic of the glyph, Harry began to add the symbol of power and energy to it, circulating the magic throughout the glyph.

Undeterred, Luna pressed on, "Get a," she said in a breathy whisper, the kind she used to get him going when the urge struck her. Harry felt her warm breath on his ear, yet he held strong, maintaining his focus on the glyph, despite the sharpness of his own breathing as Luna's hands began to move in distracting motions, edging ever closer to his manhood.

"No." Harry grunted, beginning the third layer of the glyph, becoming more aware of his wife's presence with each second. Her scent filled his nose with its sweetness, her touch claimed his mind with its softness, and her magic became almost impossible to ignore with its excitement. He took another sharp intake of breath as her hands got closer to the bulge in his trousers.

"Cool Magic Sword~" Her body triumphed over his will, for he set down the glyph and gave Luna his full attention, making the mistake of shifting her into his lap, determined to deny her this. Luna placed on her cutest pout, making sure to squish her bust between her arms as wriggled slightly, her warm core teasing his confined length.

"No." he said, using his firmest voice, though a roll of her hips caused him to waver. Luna giggled, and rolled her hips once more. Harry's eyes widened and a strangled sound left his throat as he realised that his wife was not wearing any panties. "No." he said again, far less firm than before, extremely aware of Luna's presence.

"Please~" Luna purred, pressing her chest into his, rolling her hips once more as her arms snaked their way around his neck. Harry stiffened as her warm breath rolled across his bare skin, as her excited magic seeped into the air around him, creating a demanding buzz in his mind. He sucked in a sharp breath as he tried to focus on her words and not her actions.

"No," Harry whimpered, before clearing his throat and stating it more clearly, "no." Yet he couldn't keep the crack out of his voice, or the hitch in his breathing. "No, I will not make you another sword, the Minister is still complaining about the last one," he said, knowing that his excuse was a weak one as neither he or Luna gave a damn about the minister.

"Please," Luna pouted, nuzzling his neck as she tapped his shoulder, sending a thread of magic down his body. A gasp left Harry's lips as his trousers were unzipped, exposing his length to the warm air between Luna and him. Harry let a strangled groan out as he felt something wet leak onto his manhood.

"No." Harry groaned as Luna skillfully sheathed him, wrapping long legs around his waist to pull him closer, before she suddenly. A whimper left his lips as Luna remained still, refusing to move. "Luna, please, don't be a tease," he moaned, "just let me," a roll of her hips silenced him as more of his length was sheathed, yet still leaving some of him exposed.

"Please," Harry whimpered again, and felt Luna grin triumphantly into his neck as his mind already began formulating blade lengths, weights, and etchings. A roll of her hips banished all thoughts as Luna cooed "Thank you hubby~" and began to bounce, causing Harry to lose himself in her pleasure.

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Hermione Weasley stormed into the Leaky Cauldron, her eyes immediately finding the target of her ire. "Why do you even bother?" she hissed as she slid into the chair next to him. "You should have just called me!" she hissed, snatching his drink.

Outside the window, Luna laughed with maniacal glee as she chased down Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley, swinging a katana made of pure moonlight. Each swing of the blade sending a visible ripple of magic out, causing the boys to experience effects like: baldness, invisible clothes, neon pink skin and other pranks that had the twins howling.

Harry for his part merely glared at Hermione and took his drink back, "You know damn well I've never been able to deny her anything!" he growled, finishing his firewhiskey and signalling Tom for another one. Just in time for Draco to let out a feminine yelp as Luna caught him with a direct swing of the blade. "Not drunk enough," Harry grumbled, pouring an equally harrowed Hermione a cup.

 

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Magic Gloves are not for Luna​

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Hermione sighed. "Why do you even bother, Harry?" she threw him a contemptuous look. "A single kiss, and he acts like a crackhead! Of course!" she grumbled. "Idiot boy," she grunted, watching as Luna used her neon pink glove-clad hand, courtesy of Harry, to slap various Ravens with unholy glee.


And while Hermione approved of revenge, you only need to ask Lavender about the floating bra incident for proof of that, she was also sure that giving Luna a Potter Grade Artefact was a War Crime in five countries at minimum.


A groan from her left brought her attention back to Harry, her pathetic idiot of a best friend. "If you're looking for sympathy, go somewhere else. I don't have any to give you, not for this-" A massive, dark brown book was slapped down in front of her, "... Bribery? Really, Potter? You're trying to bribe me?"


"That book can project your memory onto its pages and allow you to read something for the first time, as many times as you want." He groaned, and Hermione gasped.


"Alright, what do you want?" Hermione asked, quickly putting the sacred treasure away in her Potter Grade Portable Vault... It paid to have friends in talented places.


"For you to go and get Ginny 'cause she can stop Luna." Harry groaned.


"Or join her. Ginny does love some good chaos." A smirk made its way onto Hermione's lips as Harry's head thunked onto the table. "Now, don't worry, I won't put the sacred treasure in harm's way." Hermione began, "I will, however, need a glove of my own," A bright blue one quickly appeared on the table. "Excellent. Now, you just sit there while I go clean your mess up."


Standing with confidence, Hermione swaggered her way over to Luna. "Much as I approve of revenge, Lovegood, I do need you to stop this," she began, sliding her own glove on. "Now, you can stand down... or we can see who's better at slapfighting," she said, letting the glove snap to her skin.


Luna, the little shit, merely laughed. "You're welcome to try and stop me, Hermy. But I think Hubby gave you the lesser glove."


"We'll see about that."


Like lightning Hermione's hand lashed out, a thunderous sound echoing throughout the hall. Luna's skin and hair swapped colors as her head was snapped to one side.


Like a whip, Hermione's arm reversed direction, though this shot missed as Luna gracefully ducked under it. A second roll of thunder echoed, and Hermione felt heat in her cheek. A glance at some nearby plates showed that her skin had turned a crimson red, and her hair had become eye-hurting yellow.


Seeing another slap coming, Hermione wove back, dodging the blow and allowing her own hand to strike true. This time, Luna's left nostril grew to thrice the size of her nose, and one of her ears flopped like Dumbo.


A yelp left Hermione's lips as Luna's hand found its mark, causing her hair to grow uncontrollably. The weight nearly taking her down.


A growl left Hermione's lips. It was on now.

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Hermione growled at the blonde bitch on her best friend's lap. Her cheeks still stung from their earlier fight, and her eyes had only just stopped watering. The echo of McGonagall's scolding still rang in her ears, meaning Hermione knew her cheeks were red for two reasons instead of one. Her eyes narrowed as she did her best to mimic Clark Kent and emit power from her eyes.


Naturally, the blonde bitch barely looked hurt as she snuggled into her best friend's arms. Her eye ticked at the sight, and she took a draught from her extra large goblet.


Potter Grade Butterbeer did wonders to soothe a bruised ego and shattered pride. Even if drinking it was a bittersweet sensation. "Still mad at you, Potter," Hermione grumbled, downing another goblet full of Harry's Wixen Beer. "Giving me the shittier glove... fuck you and your blatant favoritism, Potter," she mumbled, snatching more Wixen Beer from a mildly smirking Harry. "Fucking blonde-haired bitch."


That Luna only smirked and snuggled further into Harry's embrace enraged the brunette further. "Bitch," she muttered, swiping a third goblet of Wixen Beer and downing half of it in a single swig.


"Ok, I think that's your last," Harry muttered, tapping the table and watching as the beer case vanished. "Thank you, Dobby," He said, hand wrapping around his own bottle of Wixen Beer.


"Hubby~" Luna sang, causing Harry to stiffen under Hermione's glare. "I was wondering," Hermione's glare intensified. "If I could get a super cool rhythm stick."


"Do it, and they'll never find your corpse!" Hermione hissed out.


"Please, hubby~" Luna whined, snuggling further into his chest.


Hermione hissed like Crookshanks and almost got out of her chair to stop this from happening when Harry's luck shone through. "OI! POTTER!" One of the Weasley twins called.


"Get over here! We need you to check something for us!" the other said. And Harry couldn't get up fast enough.


"Sorry, girls! Gotta go! Bye now!" his words came out in a rush as Harry stumbled up and all but ran to the safety of the twins.


Luna giggled while Hermione snorted, "Wimp." Finishing her drink, she glared at Luna. "You need to stop."


"Whatever for? I'm merely helping Hubby perfect his craft," Luna said innocently.


"Right, and you getting overpowered tools of mass chaos has nothing to do with all your requests. I'm sure."


"Of course, I ask for more toys. It still doesn't change the fact that Harry's skills have improved dramatically since I started doing this."


Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I dislike you."


"I know... it feeds me." Luna purred, "Now, excuse me, I need to retrieve Hubby for snuggle time." The blonde said before rising from her chair and launching herself onto Harry's back.


Hermione felt her eye tick at the lack of movement from Harry. "Using magic to make yourself lighter is cheating, and you know it. Bitch." She grumbled, tapping the table. "Thank you, Dobby," she muttered as a butterbeer, a normal one, appeared. Drinking it, she continued to glare daggers at Luna, not pout no matter what Ron said.