“I want to give you more.”

A grin slowly spread across Hermione’s face. “You mean, actually use sexual magic. On ourselves.”

Harry kissed her mischievously. “Just a little can’t hurt, right?”

“There are books over… over there…” They looked up to see Heather facing the grey backdrop of her painting. “Could you take off my blindfold now?”

Harry sighed, and looked to Hermione, who nodded, with a small smile. Harry wordlessly pointed his wand, and the blindfold disappeared from the blonde’s head.

“Finally,” she groaned, turning to face them. When she saw them, naked bodies entangled, she froze, a hand drifting down between her legs. “Oh, fuck yes. Godric would be proud. You two are hot together.”

“We’re ready to use sexual magic,” announced Harry.

“Oh, I think there’s enough sexual magic between you two already.”

“Heather,” warned Hermione.

“Okay, okay,” giggled the portrait. “The bookshelf on your right covers spells, and potion books are on the left. There are ingredients in the cabinets, though I think there might be a few ready-made potions that people have left behind in the cupboard under my portrait.”