Chapter 7 Date With Tracey

Four months later I attended my next birthday party. This one was Tracey's who was also turning fifteen. Unlike Daphne's, this one was just with us. I did have the meeting with Lord Greengrass later, but for now I was walking through muggle London, my fingers entwined with Tracey's.

In only a few months I had accepted that I was a wizard and muggles were an entirely different people. Not only did magicals live longer, we also had an additional sense. Our cultural life was entirely different. Though a large part of that was due to the gender differences and another large part was the backwards thinking.

But the truth was I loved the magical world. There were of course issues, but compared to the clinical industrialized world of muggles it just felt so much more alive. The muggle world had its perks though.

"What are you thinking about?" Tracey asked, pressing her side into me.

"How amazing you look in that outfit."

She smiled slyly at me. Tracey wore a loose green sundress that ended just above her knees and a pair of white flats.

"Stop trying to flirt and just tell me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, I was thinking about the differences between the magical and muggle world. The benefits and detriments of each."

"Oh really? A pureblood scion thinking about the benefits of muggle society? How daring."

"I'm a bad boy, that's why the b- ladies love me."

"You were not just about to say bitches were you?"

"No I was going to say bioluminescence, but I bit my tongue."

Tracey laughed, squeezing my hand tightly.

I led her into a nice cozy family owned restaurant. We had just gotten back from shopping on the Kings Road. Tracey hadn't wanted much, mainly just to peruse around and people watch, but I still carried a couple of bags from things she was interested in.

"So, what in particular were you thinking about?" She asked sipping her soda.

"Well one of the great things about muggle society, at least in this part of the world, is the equality of both gender and social class. This allows for a more meritocratic society where the able can actually succeed. However after the industrial revolution I find that their society has become almost too industrialized, and the manufacturing mindset has become their culture. Their society also has a lot of racism and bigotry that you can find in our own though."

"Which do you prefer?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

I snorted.

"Ours obviously, I get beautiful women falling all over me and I get to do amazing magical spells."

"I won't be falling all over you yet. Still have another year for that."

I groaned good naturedly.

"It's going to be a long year, but worth the wait."

As the food arrived I decided to ask something that I had been wondering for a while now.

"So how did your mom and dad meet?"

"Actually they met in a muggle restaurant," Tracey said, her smile growing nostalgic as though she had been there herself. "My mother is a chef you see. Well at the time she was just a waitress at a muggle restaurant like this one. My father had been in a bit of a rebellious phase, and had run off through muggle London. It started raining and because he was surrounded by muggles he couldn't use magic, even though as Heir of the Greengrass Family he was exempt from underage magic laws. He was fifteen by the way, my mother sixteen. So he comes in soaks in rain and no money. My mother took him to a corner booth and asked him what he wanted. As the foolish teen he was he asked for butterbeer."

I smiled widely as Tracey got more animated in her tale.

"My mother looked him up and down, my dad was a late bloomer, and said, "We don't serve children, especially when they're dressed up for trick or treating." My dad had no idea what that was so he just flubbed about for a while. Eventually he was able to order food and water, but when he went to pay he just handed her a bunch of Knuts. My mom threw it at him and told him not to give her scraps. Scared him so much he handed her a Galleon. She thought it was fake and forced him to stay late to help her clean up. Somehow she was able to get him to promise to come by and try her cooking as she was wanting to go to culinary school. So for that summer they slowly grew closer. How about yours?"

"Ah, my parents' was more simple, it was an arranged marriage. My mother was a Nott, and while our families wasn't super close they did have businesses that worked together. So they met a lot when they were younger. Only my mother is like six years younger than my father, so he was in seventh year when she was in her first. They weren't all that close for most of the year until a muggleborn boy was a bit to aggressive in trying to recruit my mother to his Coven. According to my mother he was very "dashing," when he laid the boy out flat. After that my mother stuck to him like glue."

"That's so romantic!"

"I'll be sure to save you should a boy ever try and get any ideas about you."

"You better!" she growled playfully.

"So what do you want to do then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean as a hobby or future job?"

"Oh! Y-you're okay with us having jobs?"

One of the main thing that stopped some witches from joining a Coven was that a lot of traditionalist men didn't want their wives to work. The main issue with that was then it was up to the man to feed the entire family. Generally the traditionalist types had old money and could live off their various businesses profits.

"Of course."

"Thank you Reigis," she said sincerely.

I shrugged awkwardly, her warm brown eyes full of affection.

"I don't see why you can't do something you love and want to pursue. Did you have something in mind?"

I don't know if it was because of the culture of the world or because of the Greengrass family itself.

"Yeah, you know how most magicals either use normal magic or have house-elves make their meals?"

"Mhm."

"Well I have been looking at ways to make more magical foods. Most magical foods are either drinks or candies. I want to bring that to real culinary dishes."

We continued to talk through our date until we headed back to The Leaky Cauldron. We were supposed to head to the Greengrass Manor for the meeting with Lord Greengrass, but Tracey pulled me to the side before we could take the Floo.

There was a dusting of red on her face and she bit her plump lip in a way that made my breathing a little heavier.

"I… I know we can't go all the way yete, but there are some things that we can do."

I almost said we would be late for our meeting, but decided not to cock block myself and promptly bit my tongue.

"Such as?"

"Such as letting me take you upstairs to the room I booked and let me," her face bloomed red. "Try some things."

"Lead on," I said, failing to keep the dopey smile off my face.

She took my hand, bringing me into one of the dusty rooms of The Leaky Cauldron, Tamantha giving her a wink as we passed.

When the door closed she stood there awkwardly for a moment, so I moved forward until our chests were almost touching then leaned down and took her lips with mine.

They were soft and pillowy, her large breasts pressed into me as her arms wrapped around my back.

My hands slid down her sides, my mind hazily marveling at her insane curves. When my hands landed on her rear I squeezed it hard and she gasped. My tongue darted into her mouth and she melted into me, moaning. Pushing her back she fell onto the squeaky bed with a peep of startlement.

I climbed over her, looking into her dilated pupils.

"Reigis," she breathed.

"Tracey."

I began to pepper lips on her face, moving my way down to her throat and putting a hickey on it. Her own hands began to wander, I felt her fingers tentatively brush across my groin. The gasp that came from her lips stroked my ego.

She grasped my cock through my trousers, moving her hand up and down as if to measure its size.

"T-that. Are they supposed to be that big?"

I laughed into her neck moving back up to her face and kissing her lips softly.

"I wouldn't know. I'm more interested in looking at beauties like you rather than men."

The ritual had changed a lot about me, the blood used had been gathered from magical creatures all across the world. One of the things that made the Ritual difficult and expensive. I had gotten strength, speed, stamina, and I think even a bit of processing speed. But my dick was all my own.

"C-can I see it?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, she must have known what I was thinking because she laughed.

"Reigis, women are just as horny as men are. You don't know how many times the three of us have speculated about having sex with you. Tori actually said she thought about you taking her right there on the table of the ice cream shop."

My mouth dropped open and she chuckled, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Not that she actually would want that, its just a fantasy. Unlike them I made mine come true, outside the not so comfortable bet," she said. "So, you gonna whip it out?"

I grabbed her breast, squeezing it until she had to stifle a moan.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

She grinned and we both began to disrobe.