Power (Harry Potter Insert) - Chapter 5.1

It was both odd and kind of arousing to have a cute older girl with the best arse this side of the Scottish Highlands coaching him on the best girls to approach if he wanted to get his pecker wet.

All the while working out with him.

Admittedly the working out was a lot less intense than he'd been used to over the past week and they had to take frequent breaks because of Astoria's weirdly terrible endurance, but it was still quite the very appealing activity.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Faeran asked as he looked at the older, short girl. She was hunched over, hands on her thighs, face drenched with sweat as she panted deeply.

"Y-yeah…" Astoria replied through a deep heave, "This is normal for me…don't worry about it."

His brows furrowed.

That didn't make sense at all.

From what she'd told him before, Astoria had been working out for years. At the very least she'd been running like this for years and was at least well versed in basic calisthenics.

Even for a muggle that didn't have magic running through their body making their body physically superior like magical kind, this kind of work out for years should have resulted in much better endurance than what Astoria had.

Being a witch and doing it for years, she should have been capable of this much easily without even getting winded.

'What exactly is the condition she spoke about before?' he wondered.

Well, whatever he could figure that out later.

"Alright." he nodded, before walking over and wrapping an arm around her rather wide hips for her size and swung her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Ehh!? What are you doing Faeran?" Astoria squawked at the sudden action, her legs flailing.

"Calm down and catch your breath, I'm gonna make us a seat to rest on," Faeran rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand. He looked around for a moment, before his eyes landed on a rather large boulder at the side of the Black Lake they'd been jogging around, "That'll do."

He walked over and flicked his wand at it, "Inanimatus!" he chanted, a flicker of red light shooting from the tip of his wand and hitting the large boulder. And then the boulder shimmered like water before spreading out like dough under a rolling pin and morphing.

Until a second later, where there was a large boulder, now sat a stone bench big enough for three people sit on.

The Inanimatus spell was, for all intents and purposes a home decorating spell that could be used to change the shape of objects usually found in homes to redecorate.

Yes, a redecoration spell which was usually taught in 5th year.

His time in the DA had really enhanced his ability with casting magic by leagues and bounds. And with him now using potions like wit sharpening potions and memory enhancing potions, his rate of learning new spells had exploded massively.

He'd learned over ten different spells in the last week.

This was one of them.

Astoria stilled on his shoulder, "Furniture transfiguration already?" she stared, "We only just started learning that last week in my year. You really are stupid good for your age with magic."

Honestly it actually wasn't all that hard.

Compared to the Patronus, most magic he'd picked up lately was so incredibly simple.

"Also…you literally walked like three steps, what was the point of picking me up like this?" Astoria pouted.

He smirked and lowered her down to her feet, "Because I wanted to see how much effort I'd need to use to lift you," Faeran replied, "For future reference that is. And it turns out, not a lot. Beyond that massive arse of yours you're pretty much a feather." he added, before sitting down on the bench.

"Oi, watch it," Astoria narrowed her eyes, "I'll take the feather light, but It's not nice to make fun of my arse even if I was earlier. And why future reference?"

"Why'd you think?" his smirk broadened, "I did bring it up not long ago."

Astoria blinked, before giving him a weird look, "That shagging me thing? I thought we went over that, I'm lopsided as hell, nowhere near as stunning as my sister that you have a free shot at," she pointed out before shaking her head, "Honestly I thought you were joking."

How she came to that conclusion he didn't have. That arse was a fucking piece of art. "Fuck no," Faeran snorted, "You're just as crazy in your sister body wise."

A thought occurred then and his smirk turned into a teasing grin, "Honestly if you included yourself in that little deal with your sister, I'd take you up on that marriage offer right away," he said before shrugging, "Honestly I might have just been tempted from an offer of you alone. That arse is fucking crazy."

Astoria stared at him bemused, "…You actually like my oversized fat arse?" she asked, looking at him like he was the weird one.

…Was this just wizards sense of attraction. Or because it was the nineties? "You can't be telling me nobody has fired into you in your entire time here, never caught guys like me staring stupidly at your arse?" he asked in disbelief.

"Caught a few laughing at me, but no guy has asked me out since I started Hogwarts," Astoria shook her head, "Guess you're the weirdo."

….Fuck no he wasn't.

"No they're the damn weirdo's, how the other idiots here aren't trying to get you into bed is utterly stupid," Faeran scoffed, "You're cute, easy to talk to and have an arse out of this world, the wizarding world really is full of morons man."

Astoria shook her head, "So weird," she said yet there was a smile on her lips, "You're really not kidding?"

Faeran raised an eyebrow at her challengingly, before patting his lap, "You wanna sit down right here and I'll prove it to you?" he shot back.

"Out here? Where anyone could come by and see us?" Astoria challenged him right back.

"Like I'd care, in fact I'd be happy to brag about it," Faeran snorted, before bringing his wand up, "But if it's bothering you - Nebulus!" he jabbed his wand out, a white glow lighting up the tip of his wand.

And then fog started spraying out from the tip of his wand like a swirling wind and spread out across the area. In moments, a thick fog had encapsulated the entire area and more or less hid them from view.

"I didn't say it would bother me, I did tell you that you were quite the catch right even with you being younger," Astoria replied, before stepping forward towards him and boldly straddling him, staring down at him with a challenging tilt of her lips, "Well there you go, I'm sitting in your lap how are you going to prove it-"

She stopped, mouth hanging low as Faerans hands greedily filled themselves with handfuls of her backside.

And then with his grip on her arse, Faeran pulled her down into him, forcing her crotch to grind against his own while he leaned up and caught her lips with his own.

Astoria's eyes widened and a muffled sound came from her lips as his tongue slipped into her mouth and began wrestling her own into submission.

It took a few moments, before she sunk into it herself, her dainty arms coming up to wrap around his neck as she kissed him back, pressing her lips into his own with bruising force, her hips rolling against him as he greedily squeezed and groped her bodacious cheeks.

It took a good minute before they broke apart, Astoria panting deeply, cheeks flushed, "Okay…so you weren't kidding…" she gasped out, resting her forehead against his, lips puffy and bruising, "Wow…okay, so was not expecting that."

"It's weird to me to be honest how you don't get how shaggable you are," Faeran pointed out, "I wanna take you somewhere nice and private right now, strip you down and have you shake that fat arse for me before shagging you cross eyed."

Astoria swallowed heavily, "Wow…okay…wow," she panted out, then shook her head and a sigh leaving her mouth as she pulled back from him a bit, "I mean, if that's what it takes you get you to accept Daphne's offer. I was just gonna help you shag a few girls first to get it outta your system a bit before coming around to Daphne, but this could work better."

That was a weird reaction.

And weird priorities.

"You're really accepting of this," he noted suspiciously, "And like I said before, what if I wanted to marry you instead."

He didn't want to marry anyone right now and was mostly bringing it up to fish deeper into her and her sisters priorities, but it was still an odd…priority to focus on.

If he was such a catch that she admitted to and explained the reasons why they wanted him, then why didn't she want to take the role like her sister?

Astoria sighed, pulling her arms from around his shoulders and running one through her hair, "…I'm not really an option for marriage, for anybody really," she oddly admitted, "I said before about my condition yeah? And you probably already clocked on about my horrible stamina."

"Yeah it was pretty weird," Faeran nodded, "But how does this condition tie in to all this exactly?" he asked.

"I suppose there's no harm in admitting it, you'll find out if you accept to marry Daphne anyway," Astoria frowned, "It's a curse, a malediction blood curse to be exact. It was cast on my ancestor and appears sometimes in our family, I was unlucky enough to get it. We've tried for hundreds of years to get rid of it and no luck. But to sum it up, instead of my magic strengthening my body like normal for us witches and wizards, it weakens my body instead. The stronger my magic grows from age, the more weakened I get. To be honest, estimates say I probably won't reach twenty five and I'll never be able to have kids cuz my body isn't strong enough to handle it."

Oh.

That explained it.

And that was a real hella lot to digest at the moment. A malediction huh? He didn't know much about them. He'd only briefly seen some mentions of them in books about curses.

Cursing an entire bloodline though. That took an awful lot of power and skill. Who the hell did they piss off in the past? Herpo The Foul?

Something like this, would need the specific counter curse to the spell or a strong enough general counter spell to get rid of it.

"Have you tried Dumbledore?" he asked, horniness fading with the seriousness of the topic that sprung up.

"And have my family owe him and get roped into his side?" Astoria snorted, "And that's assuming he can actually do it in the first place. But as soon as we went to him, we'd be blood traitors to the other families siding with the Dark Lord."

Ah…

"And if you went to the Dark Lord, good bye neutrality and you'll be stuck under the heel of him and Death Eaters," Faeran noted in realisation, "Well, that's bollocks."

Even with his knowledge of the future and everything he had from the books. There was only a few things that came to mind. The Philosopher stone which was already destroyed.

And the Elder Wand.

It might just be strong enough for a standard counter spell to deal with it. But even that, that was a long shot from what he knew of maledictions.

…Maybe strengthening her body somehow?

But how?

Because if he really did accept Daphne's offer to marry into her family, he'd be expected to knock her up at some point. That was kind of the point of marriage to a degree.

So there would also be a chance of his descendants being troubled by the curse as well.

What a pain in the arse.

"Daphne will probably be cross at me for revealing this to you actually before she managed to well in her words, seduce you with her flawless beauty and get you so enamored you wouldn't care, but oh well," Astoria giggled, "Anyway wipe that frown of your face, it was fun until a minute ago and now it's too serious."

"…You don't seem all that bothered by this." Faeran raised an eyebrow. He didn't know how she could be so casual about such a thing. Wasn't she afraid of dying?

A pit had now formed in his stomach. She was basically on a clock right now that was ever so small and ticking down towards her end.

"I used to be," Astoria admitted, "Now, I've just decided to enjoy what time I do have and do my best stick around as long as possible. Which is why, you know I work out and all. It won't save me, but it might give me a few more years to enjoy my life to the fullest."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

…They'd only known each other a short while. But, he'd genuinely come to like Astoria. Her blunt way of talking with him, her casual demeanor, her easy way of talking and trying to play wingman for him.

And of course that crazy arse.

Hell, she couldn't even to enjoy her limited years in peace because of that tosser Voldemort running around and causing problems for her family as well. honestly, it was like the world was giving her one big 'fuck you' signal, a big bold middle finger.

And him by proxy as well.

That pissed him off.

Fucking annoying. He just wanted to shag some birds, have some fun and get strong enough to do what he wanted and not worry about Voldemort in the meantime.

If things played out Harry would deal with him anyway.

Hopefully.

…It did come down to an obscene amount of luck in the end to be honest.

But he could offset some of the bigger problems like finding the Horcruxes at least and leave Harry to deal with the rest if it came down to it.

And if he failed Faeran could always position himself in the meantime to be someone of note for Voldemort's side. It wouldn't be ideal, but it was better than dying.

…But reality was already telling him he couldn't have nice things.

Fuck reality.

"Personally I'd prefer you and this sexy fat arse of yours to stick around for a long time to come," Faeran said looking her in the eyes, and squeezing her full bouncy round arse through her joggers, enjoying the way her spine straightened and a breathy gasp left her pretty little pink lips, "So you can tell your sister this. I'll marry her if she wants, but only if I get to marry you to."

Nobody told him what to do.

There was nobody as petty and obstinate as him when it came to digging their feet in petulantly like a spoiled little brat.

It was obnoxious, it was foolhardy, it was reckless. But in this moment he decided.

Astoria was his.