The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 38: Hufflepuffs and Healing
Harry spent the next week trying and failing to shake off a despondent mood. He didn't feel guilty for killing Lucius Malfoy. At least not exactly. Not only had the man murdered innocent people in the first war, he had attempted to murder Hogwarts students—Ginny Weasley in particular—during his second year. He deserved to die.
He knew logically that they had been in a chaotic battle, one that had been started by their opponents. He knew that Malfoy was there to kidnap and kill him. But logic didn't stand a chance against the feeling of loss that accompanied taking someone's life. It felt as if a little piece of him had gone missing, and he didn't know how to find it.
Part of him was relieved to feel that way, because it separated him from his enemies. He didn't indulge in their cruelty. It wasn't much comfort at the moment.
Their trap was still a failure in his eyes, no matter what the Headmaster said. The whole point had been to capture someone like Malfoy alive, and his own cutting curse had botched the job. Now the solstice was less than a month away, and they were back to fumbling in the dark.
Sirius tried to cheer him with daily mirror conversations. Harry could see the changes that a month in Switzerland had wrought in him. His godfather seemed calmer and more stable, and had definitely put on a little weight. He was pleased to see him so happy, but not even jokes about the effectiveness of 'veela therapy' lifted his mood.
It didn't help that the school was in an uproar, especially the Slytherins. Lucius Malfoy had been an important member of magical society. He was a figurehead for Slytherin house, and the influential father of one of their own, even if Draco was mysteriously absent this year. His death would normally be the cause for mourning and outrage, but the situation was complicated. He had been killed while attacking a Hogwarts student, and another Slytherin student had gone missing, implicated in the same attack.
The rest of the students didn't know what to make of it all either. They had returned from Hogsmeade to find an Auror crime scene, and horrifying rumors that people were dead. Confusion and shock gripped everyone, along with a sense that something terrible was happening in their society. Death Eaters had caused havoc at the World Cup last year; Cedric and Harry had nearly been killed after the third task; and now mercenaries and a school governor had attacked him in broad daylight.
Harry was just glad no one knew that he had cast the killing blow against Malfoy.
The Prophet speculated wildly about what had happened. The only thing known for certain was that foreign mercenaries had attacked The-Boy-Who-Lived. Some people believed that Malfoy had been placed under the imperius curse again, a claim loudly supported by Cornelius Fudge. Others believed that Malfoy had finally revealed his true self.
Snape stared at him in class with an unnerving intensity. It was a strange mixture of contempt and respect. He wasn't certain if the Potions Professor had been friends with Lucius, and certainly didn't need another enemy to worry about. Snape gave away nothing and treated him with his usual level of disdain.
Harry retreated from the chaos and didn't answer direct questions. He claimed he was just walking to Hogsmeade and had been attacked out of the blue, content to let people make of that what they would. He was too tired to say anything more, and there was little he could say anyway.
He didn't even visit the Pride, as he wasn't in the mood to indulge in pleasure. Hermione tried to comfort him, but he didn't want to be comforted.
She finally got fed up and dragged him to the alcove.
"Harry Potter," she said sternly.
"Hermione Granger," he replied, knowing exactly what was coming.
"You've barely spoken this week. You haven't been in the Pride. You're actually reading ahead for classes, for Merlin's sake. I don't like seeing you like this."
"I know. I'm still working through what happened. And what's about to happen if we don't get lucky."
Her eyes softened. "Which is why I wish you'd let me help you. Are we still partners?"
"What? Of course."
"Then listen to your partner. Stop shutting me out. Remember how you felt when I was freaking out over the Pride and wouldn't talk to you? That's how I feel right now. I may not be able to fight with you in every battle, but I'm still by your side. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it. I'm sorry."
She kissed him tenderly. "Take me to that bed and make love to me. Then we'll go downstairs and let your friends comfort you the only way they know how. This place became our sanctuary last year. It still is."
He smiled as she caressed his cock through his uniform. "Yes, ma'am."
"We'll talk about our troubles later. Together. But while we're in here, they don't exist."
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"So how are you feeling?" Tonks asked, observing him closely.
"I'm okay, I guess."
"He's still in a funk," Hermione said. "I've been trying to drag him out of it."
He rolled his eyes. "Just stop making me talk about my feelings. I'm in the mood to blow something up. What are we doing today?"
"Talking about your feelings," Tonks replied.
"Oh, God, not you too."
They were gathered in the Room of Requirement for their first Sunday training session since the attack. Harry was hoping for some fast and furious action to let off some steam.
"I'm just teasing. I won't make you talk. Although Aurors have to go through a counseling protocol whenever they're in your situation."
"I'm getting all the counseling I need," he said grumpily.
"Then I'll just say you did really well during the fight. It was chaos and you more than held your own. Makes me proud to be helping you."
"Thank you. And thank you for everything you've been doing. We'd have been in deep shit out there with less people."
"All in a day's work. But that was actually the biggest fight I've been in."
"Really?"
"Outside of training, yeah. I'm just 22. I mostly deal with Knockturn lowlifes. I signed up to take out the baddies, so it was kind of a relief to see real action. Everything happened super fast, didn't it?"
"Hell, yes, it did."
"Moody said that's typical. You shouldn't feel guilty about Malfoy, Harry. Some of the Aurors had a party when they heard he was dead. The man probably killed dozens of people in the war. He had it coming."
"I'm okay with it now, I guess. I just hate that we lost our chance to capture him. If I had used a stunner instead of a cutter—"
"Nah, you can't think like that. We had already captured people, and he was tossing lethal spells everywhere at the end. You can't send stunners against AKs and expect to live."
"Yeah, I get it."
"Good. Did you hear the news about that Maximov guy we captured?"
"No."
"There was a huge reward for nabbing him. Three different Ministries are fighting over who gets to kill the bastard. Bonesy said the reward will go to Dumbledore, and he's planning to split it among everyone who was there."
"Wow, that is good news."
"Yep," she agreed with a brief flash of pink hair. "I think I'll go on a shopping spree."
Harry smiled at Tonks' irrepressible cheer. It was a relief that she was pleased with his performance. And that she hadn't been hurt or killed. There would have been serious casualties if the Headmaster hadn't been present. It gave him a whole new respect for the man's abilities.
"So what are we doing today?" he asked.
"Nothing serious. You're not in the right frame of mind to learn something new. Let's have some fun instead."
"Like what?"
"We'll play tag. We do it in the Academy for fun."
"Tag?" Hermione asked warily. "I hope you mean something different than what 6-year-olds do, because I have real work to get done."
"You need to let loose too, bossypants. It's not muggle tag. Everybody's 'it.' We'll set up barriers around the room and chase each other around them. The only spells you can use are paint sprays and shields. Whoever's covered in the least paint at the end wins."
Harry laughed. "Let's do it."
"That's paintball," Hermione whined. "I have to run around?"
"You can just hide behind stuff if you want, but then Harry and I will gang up on you."
She sighed as Tonks asked the room for barriers. Huge stone columns the size of Stonehenge appeared everywhere and rose to the ceiling. They were scattered randomly throughout the room in a patchwork, creating lots of places to hide or take shelter.
Tonks stood and stretched her legs.
"The incantation is 'coloro,' and you just focus on sending a little spray of paint from your wand. Imagine the color you want and will it to happen. Technically it's conjured, so it won't last more than a few hours."
The trio spent the next hour hiding behind columns and chasing each other around the room. It started as a free-for-all: everyone was predator and everyone was prey. It eventually became a game of constantly shifting alliances. Tonks and Hermione teamed up to take down Harry, then Harry and Hermione teamed up to batter Tonks from two directions.
By the end, they were all breathing hard and laughing, covered in paint from head to toe.
They sat around a table afterwards and tried to scourgify the paint from their bodies. There was no clear winner. Everyone was a mess, and the Room of Requirement looked as if it had been bombed by a pack of deranged poltergeists.
"Feeling better now?" Tonks asked Harry.
"Yes, that was awesome. Thank you."
"You only think it was awesome because you have short hair," Hermione grumbled, examining a bright orange stripe in her bushy hair.
"Nothing a shower won't fix," Tonks said. "Next time he's in a funk, though, you should just bend him over and shag all his worries away. Not quite as messy."
"Bend him over?" he asked.
Tonks winked at him. "I hear you're a big fan of Polyjuice."
He narrowed his eyes at Hermione, who stuck out her tongue at him.
"Exactly how much does she know?"
"Nothing she'll repeat," Tonks answered. "But she does have a question."
"What?"
She gave him an insufferable smirk. "Which do you prefer having, a todger or a vadge?"
Harry groaned and looked at the ceiling, wondering just how many people Hermione had roped into her Polyjuice experiment. He had only changed into her a few times, but she had been making very liberal use of his body on her own.
"Are you taking out adverts in the Prophet, Hermione?"
"Oh, be quiet. Only Tonks and Ginny know, though Angelina will soon. Tonks guessed what we were doing straight away."
"Don't forget about Demelza, my dear partner. I might be shagging in my body less than you are. Maybe I should hide all my hairs."
Hermione smiled cheekily, and he realized she was deliberately provoking him. Whether to help his mood or earn a punishment wasn't clear. Either way, he intended to deliver one soon. With the mess surrounding their trap, there hadn't been time to finish his research in the library.
"I notice you didn't answer the question," Tonks said.
"I much prefer having a cock, thank you."
"Well, that just means Hermione hasn't learned how to use hers properly yet. I'm disappointed, Hermione."
"Not everyone is blessed with your natural skills. Some of us have to learn the hard way."
Harry considered that statement for a moment, his eyes moving to Tonks. "Wait—you can—I mean, as a guy?"
She turned an amused smile on Hermione. "He's a little slow on the uptake, isn't he?"
"Sometimes, but we love him anyway."
He snorted. "No wonder you've been staying afterwards to talk with her. Are you shagging our tutor?"
"Of course not!"
Tonks laughed. "You mean you've been lying to him about all the hot sex we're having? Tsk tsk."
Harry smiled at Hermione's mortified expression. He seriously doubted they were sleeping together, but she had been on his case this week, and a little revenge was in order.
"So you and Tonks have been going at it behind my back, eh? You wanted to see if she could give you that special feeling too, I bet. Is she satisfying?"
"What special feeling?" Tonks asked.
Hermione's face grew red. "Harry!"
"What? You're the one telling her everything we do."
"I don't tell her everything, and we are not having hot sex—or any sex," she said, glaring at him. "And I'll thank you to keep my secrets to yourself."
"Just like you're being so careful with mine?"
Tonks looked between them and started laughing again. "Oh Merlin, you two are into some kinky stuff, aren't you? Which one of you is the dominant one? My money's on Hermione."
"You wouldn't say that if you had seen her on her birthday."
"HARRY!"
He laughed, knowing that she wasn't truly angry. She deserved some teasing if she intended to be so free in her discussions with Tonks. Maybe a little trip to the alcove was in order—one that involved a spanking. She would enjoy it as much as he would.
"So what happened on your birthday?" Tonks asked her curiously.
"Nothing you need to be concerned about."
"Did it happen inside a secret club, by any chance?"
Harry's eyebrows rose. "And what exactly do you mean by that, former Hufflepuff?"
"I used to date Charlie Weasley, don't forget. I'm reliably informed of what happens in Gryffindor."
"So did you, er, participate in any secret clubs yourself?" Hermione asked. "Our understanding is that Hufflepuff doesn't have one."
"They don't, and what I did or didn't do at Hogwarts is my business. But I'll tell you I didn't party too hard in any clubs. I don't object to them, but with my abilities—I'm sure you can guess what would have happened."
"You'd have been treated like a sex doll."
"Maybe. Mostly I didn't want everyone to know what I could do. I stuck with people I trusted. And I'm trusting both of you with a lot of personal information. You going to keep my secret, Harry?"
"Your secret?"
"About what I can grow between my legs."
"Oh. Of course."
"And I won't tell him that you can easily put him to shame," Hermione added. "Wait. Oops."
Tonks grinned at the look that crossed his face. "Well, if you keep my secrets, I promise not to tell anyone you're both a pair of slutty, slutty Gryffindors, or that Harry likes to turn into a girl and get shagged by his own cock."
He smirked at her. "You know, Tonks, if you ever want some extra gold, Sirius has a favorite brothel in Knockturn. You could get rich moonlighting as a new girl every night. You could even shag Sirius and take him for all he's worth. Or are you already doing that?"
"Okay, that's it."
She drew her wand and hit him in the face with a splash of paint, ruining all the work he had put into cleaning himself.
He gasped and retaliated against both her and Hermione, and soon the paint was flying again.
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Harry was surprised to find Tracey Davis lingering in the Charms corridor after his class. She was pretending to examine an old tapestry as everyone passed by. He slipped back into the classroom to ask Flitwick a few inane questions. When he emerged, the hall was empty except for her. She pulled him into a nearby room.
"What are you doing? Stalking me in broad daylight now?"
She poked him in the chest. "What in the hell is happening right now, Harry? Can you not take a walk without getting attacked?"
He smiled. "Well, damn, does that mean you care about my well-being?"
Tracey caressed his cock through his trousers. "Silly Gryffindor. Of course not. I just don't want to be deprived of this thing between your legs."
"Liar. I can't say much, just that the Death Eaters are active again and things might get ugly soon. Keep your head down and don't support me publicly in Slytherin, okay?"
She looked into his eyes as he grew hard against her hand. "That's not a very informative answer. Did Nott really try to kill you?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I can't tell you more. One day I'll be able to tell you everything about my adventures. Are there any new conspiracies to attack me within Slytherin?"
She pointed her wand at the door and locked it as she lowered his zipper. "Not that I know of. Everyone is confused and a little afraid. Mostly of you. Parkinson is irritated, but she's almost a hermit these days. Crabbe and Goyle walk around like they've been confunded."
"That's good news, I guess. So, you pulled me in here just because you're desperate for more Gryffindor attention?"
His cock slipped out of his trousers and into her hand. She squeezed it. "Not exactly. I don't like taking risks, but this is an emergency. Sort of."
He raised a curious eyebrow as she stroked him. The girls didn't seem to be in any danger, and with Nott gone, Daphne's life would be less stressful.
"We want more Polyjuice."
He blinked. "Say what?"
"You heard me. Daphne can pay if you're running low."
Harry couldn't prevent his laughter. "So that constitutes an emergency now? You must have really enjoyed being me. Did you and Daphne shag each other's brains out with my cock?"
He didn't miss the little blush that colored her cheeks. "Maybe. Turns out she's just as talented as you are with it. I couldn't tell the difference."
"And here I thought Slytherins were good at lying."
He covered her breasts with his hands, delighted at the embarrassment in her eyes. It looked like his little prank had been a success. He didn't relish the idea of watching his body shag someone, but he would have paid handsomely to watch Tracey and Daphne finally pleasure each other.
"Did she go down on you when she was wearing my body? I've heard my tongue is soft."
She narrowed her eyes and squeezed him harder. "Don't you wish you knew? Can you get us more?"
"I'll see what I can do, but it probably won't be until after Christmas."
"Damn. I suppose we can wait, but tell Granger to stop monopolizing it all."
"You don't even know how much there is, my insatiable little snake."
Harry pulled her into a kiss that soon grew lusty. He let his hands roam all over her body. Tracey rubbed the underside of his crown with her thumb until both were panting. She broke the kiss and bit his lower lip, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes.
"Just so you know, Harry Potter," she whispered, "next time we use the potion, you'll be there. You'll turn into me, and I'm going to laugh my ass off while Daphne mauls you. She wants revenge."
"Yeah, that's not going to happen."
"You sure about that?"
"Very."
She smirked. "Already been fucked too much by Granger? I bet I can talk you into doing it for us too."
"No comment, and maybe after Daphne learns her proper place in the hierarchy: taking orders from Gryffindors. You dominated her, didn't you?"
Tracey laughed and went to her knees. She wrapped a hand around his cock and pulled it into her mouth. Their eyes met, and she stared into his as she suckled his tip worshipfully. He saw nothing but affection there. Despite her constant sarcasm, he knew instinctively that he could trust both her and Daphne. It's why he had been willing to give them the Polyjuice.
Perhaps next year, when he and Hermione were in charge of the Pride, they could make some kind of arrangement. Tracey, at least, might flourish there, and it wouldn't hurt to create less hostile relations between the houses.
Her hand began stroking him more forcefully. Her lips squeezed him without mercy while her wet tongue teased the underside of his crown. He was already so turned on that this treatment would make short work of him. The lust in her eyes told him that's what she wanted.
It didn't take long for him to groan and shoot burst after burst of warm cum into her waiting mouth.
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The next week was a welcome return to normalcy. Harry's dread over the coming solstice remained, but no one attacked him in the halls or harassed him. Virtually everyone he saw offered words of support. At least those who were brave enough to approach him. The entire student body was still in shock that he had been so viciously attacked on the way to Hogsmeade.
He and Hermione regularly watched the Marauder's Map, both at night and on their patrols. Neither wanted to risk being surprised by another Theodore Nott. The potential Death Eater kids seemed subdued, and they witnessed no secret meetings. The only strange thing they noticed was Pansy Parkinson in a room near the Slytherin dorms, hooking up with a seventh-year girl named Jaina Cork.
Harry returned to visiting the Pride nightly, and every girl there took turns restoring his good mood. He suspected a Pride-wide conspiracy, probably arranged by Hermione. Ginny, Parvati, Lavender, and Katie, in particular, did their best to make him forget about the recent chaos, and they mostly succeeded. Cho helped too, especially when she pulled him into the middle of an enthusiastic fivesome with all three Gryffindor chasers. She had been visiting the Pride frequently, and their official story was that she was using his cloak to get inside.
Hermione was being unusually submissive toward him. Her bossiness remained when it came to OWL preparation, but she had been only too happy for him to take her to the alcove and spank her. He suspected that she was feeling left out lately. Their closeness hadn't diminished, but she hadn't been able to participate in most of his adventures this year. With the Headmaster hesitant to let her peruse books about horcruxes, there was little research she could do to help him. It left her with too much time to worry. And to obsess about sex.
If she needed a reminder of how important she was, he was happy to provide one, even if it came in the form of punishment. His idea was almost ready. He'd never experimented with enchanting, and it took some time to work all the kinks out.
Even those outside Hogwarts were offering shows of support. Harry received letters from Fleur and Apolline Delacour, expressing their happiness at his survival and reiterating the invitation to stay at their chateau in France. He grew aroused at the thought of being with both of them at the same time, and wasn't sure if he should be mortified by that. They were veela, but they were still mother and daughter. Part of him desperately wanted to know just how far they were willing to go.
He received letters from Cedric and Saoirse Manson too. Cedric offered his support if he was ever needed to fight Death Eaters. Saoirse castigated him for being a stupid Sassenach who should just move into the Pride to stay safe. She had never been sentimental toward him before she graduated, and her letter managed to be both endearing and caustic. He wasn't sure what to make of the girl.
The strangest missive of all, however, came from Narcissa Malfoy. It wasn't even a proper letter. She sent him a simple black card with elegant silver writing. It read: 'Mr. Potter, Thank you. NM.'
The simplicity of the gesture confused him, as well as the lack of sorrow or outrage. He had been worried about her reaction to her husband's death. She and Draco were still staying at Grimmauld Place, and he might have to see them both over winter break. If she knew that it was his spell that had taken out Lucius, she certainly didn't seem upset about it.
The more Harry thought about it, the more he realized she might be grateful. Without Lucius around, she and Draco probably had command of the Malfoy house elves. They could no longer be tracked and kidnapped. They might even be able to leave Grimmauld. He resolved to ask Sirius about it soon.
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It was now less than two weeks before the winter solstice. As far as Harry knew, no more progress had been made in tracking down Voldemort and Crouch. His irritation was growing by the day. He did his best to conceal it from his friends and forget his worries in the Pride, but it was difficult.
Tonight, he was on prefect patrol with Susan Bones. It was his fourth time walking the corridors with her. The first three patrols had been cordial but uneventful. She had apologized again for wearing one of Malfoy's badges, and they'd stuck to safe, superficial topics.
Aside from Hermione, she was by far the easiest person to patrol with. Like most Hufflepuffs, she was kind and considerate, and more matronly than her stern aunt. She struck him as the kind of girl who would adopt hordes of kittens. But also like most Hufflepuffs, she could turn on a dime and react fiercely if she felt an injustice were being done.
"Where shall we walk tonight?" he asked her.
"No preference, although I do want to make a stop near my common room. The younger years have been using a storage room to fool around, and they're getting busted regularly. Professor Sprout wants us to crack down on them before they lose us more points."
"Works for me."
Harry mostly didn't care what couples got up to in to private locations, as long as it was nothing nefarious. He had witnessed quite a few liaisons on the map, and found it interesting only insofar as some of them were odd. Like Zacharias Smith and Eloise Midgen.
They proceeded slowly toward the dungeons, making small talk along the way.
"My aunt says you're becoming quite a fighter," Susan said. "I think she wants to recruit you for the Aurors. You've been a part of all her major arrests this year."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm. She's having me take extra defense lessons over break. Something bad is happening, isn't it?"
"She hasn't mentioned anything to you?"
"Not exactly. Just that the Death Eaters are popping up again. She told me to be careful and keep my eyes open. She couldn't decide if it was safer to be near you if something happens, or far away in case it does."
He snorted. "You should probably stay away if you don't like getting attacked by Slytherins. We're safe enough right now. I've got safeguards in place."
"That's comforting. Slytherins do seem to dislike you, don't they?"
"Some of them. They're not all bad though."
They continued walking in companionable silence, descending down a flight of stairs that led to the dungeons.
"I got a rather interesting letter from Cedric Diggory last week," she said.
"Oh, yeah? What did he have to say?"
"He encouraged me to be friends with you and support you in Hufflepuff. He was rather insistent about it, as a matter of fact."
"Really? I didn't realize you two were close."
"We became friends last year. He took several of us under his wing during the tournament."
"Cedric's a good fellow."
"He is. I didn't realize the two of you were that close either."
"We trained together for the tournament, and then fought off Death Eaters together. That has a way of forming bonds."
"I bet it does."
Susan slowed as they approached the corridor that hosted her common room.
"It's up ahead. I just want to make this one stop and then we can move on."
He watched as she approached a small wooden door. She turned the doorknob and sighed.
"Not again."
"Locked? We could just leave them be, whoever it is. I don't care."
"Ordinarily I would, since they're Puffs, but other prefects check this room now. It's off limits. Want to help me open it?"
"Sure."
Both aimed their wands at the door and cast unlocking charms. Susan cast a silencing charm on the hinges for good measure. She tried the door again, and found it unlocked. She quietly pushed it open and both slipped into the room, unsure of what would await them.
Harry's eyes roamed it quickly, adjusting to the dim light. It was an ordinary room, too small to be a classroom, and mostly full of books and pots for plants. In the back near an old bookcase, they discovered the reason the door was locked. There was a girl sitting on a stack of boxes, making out with a boy. Her hands were between his legs, moving vigorously, and his hands were similarly employed. Both had their eyes closed, and neither had heard them enter.
Susan huffed and lit her wand. "For Merlin's sake! You both know you're not supposed to be in here! Ten points from Hufflepuff!"
The pair jumped at the sound of a voice and instinctively pulled apart, giving them quite a view. The girl's legs were spread wide open, exposing glistening, pink folds and a little thatch of blonde hair. The boy's cock was out of his trousers and bouncing as he moved away from her.
Harry looked at their faces and blinked in surprise. It was Ron and Tamsin.
"Ron?!"
"Harry! Er, shit."
He winced and closed his eyes. He could hear clothes rustling and hoped the two were covering themselves. When he opened them again, both were looking sheepishly between him and Susan. Tamsin could barely maintain eye contact.
"Er, we can keep this between ourselves, right, mate?" Ron said. "No need for it to get out."
He couldn't decide whether to be delighted or mortified. He was ecstatic that Ron and Tamsin were together. If this moment was any indication, their relationship was going strong. The match had saved their friendship with him, even if it had subtly removed him from their inner circle. But he certainly hadn't wanted to catch the two of them in the throes of passion.
"Our lips are sealed, mate. But I kind of have to take points from Gryffindor, because Susan took points from the Puffs. No detentions though."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks."
Susan eyed her housemate with disapproval. "Choose a better spot next time, Tamsin. You know this room is out-of-bounds."
"Sorry."
They gave the pair some privacy to make themselves presentable, then let them go.
"Well, I didn't expect to see Ron Weasley's penis tonight," Susan said wryly.
"I wish I hadn't seen it either."
She giggled. "I didn't realize they were together. They were going at it."
"Yes, they were."
Their patrol resumed. For the next twenty minutes, they strolled mostly through the dungeon corridors, until both grew bored and tired. Neither wanted to make the hike to the Astronomy tower, even though it was a spot frequented by late night paramours.
"The stragglers should be in bed," he said. "Want to sit down somewhere? Your super-secret prefect room isn't far away."
She raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know about that?"
"Cedric might have told me about it last year."
"Why?"
"Now that would be telling."
"You've changed a lot since then, haven't you?"
He smiled. "Maybe a little."
"More like a lot. If you really know where the room is, lead me to it."
He did so, and she seemed surprised that he wasn't bluffing. She gave the password and led them down the stairs into the little room he hadn't seen since his Yule Ball liaison with Cho, Cedric, and Parvati. It looked exactly the same, with the thick yellow and black rug in the center of the floor.
Susan collapsed into a seat and stretched her limbs. He couldn't help but glance at her very ample breasts as the fabric of her shirt pulled tight across them. They were barely constrained by the buttons, and she didn't seem particularly modest about trying to conceal them.
He looked up and realized he had been caught staring. She blushed but smiled, revealing huge dimples.
"So how many other Gryffindors know about this room?"
"Not many. Don't worry, we'll keep it secret."
"Cedric must really trust you. Enjoy some personal time in here with him?"
He didn't miss the knowing look in her eye. She definitely wasn't referring to training. He wondered again just how close the two were, if she knew that Cedric was also attracted to boys.
"I don't know what you're imagining, but it probably wasn't that kind of personal."
"Ah. Well, what a shame. Cedric can be a lot of fun."
Harry smiled. That was a hint if ever he'd heard one. He hadn't hooked up with another prefect while on patrol, though he'd heard rumors about the seventh years doing so. Susan had been subtly questioning him all night, perhaps testing the waters. It couldn't hurt to make a move and see what happened, even if he had no need for another lover.
"So, you've got a lion locked in your secret Puff lair, Miss Bones. Should I be nervous you'll tie me up?"
She giggled. "Do Gryffindors like to be tied up?"
"It depends on who's tying the knots, I suppose."
There was a moment of silence as she digested that answer. A blush slowly crept up her fair skin.
"You really have changed, Harry. If I didn't know better, I'd think my virtue was in danger."
"Are you sure you know better?"
Susan didn't answer. She just watched him, looking a little abashed, as if the flirting had suddenly gone further than she'd intended. He'd certainly given her a response that she couldn't have expected last year. The silence became charged, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"I'm just teasing," he finally said. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
She searched his eyes. He tried to smile reassuringly. Even if she wasn't interested, it didn't feel like this moment would harm their rapport. He was mostly just curious how she would respond.
"I wouldn't say I'm uncomfortable," she said.
"What would you say?"
"It depends. Trust is important to me. So is my reputation. Is it safe in your hands?"
"I'm very discreet. It's a Gryffindor virtue."
She laughed. "No, it isn't. You've forgiven me for wearing that stupid badge?"
"A long time ago, Susan."
"Are you really not dating Hermione? Everyone thinks you are."
"No. We're just best friends."
"A bit more than that, I'd say. My aunt taught me how to read people."
"No comment. Like I said, I'm discreet."
She slowly nodded. "Well, Cedric did say we would make good allies. As long as I can trust you, and we're both discreet, I suppose there's no harm in enjoying the perks of being a prefect together."
Harry couldn't contain his smile. "No harm at all."
A small part of him was still amazed that this was happening. From what he knew of her in class, Susan didn't seem like the type of girl who would hook up with someone casually. He was starting to realize that the lust in Hogwarts wasn't limited to Gryffindor, or even to each House's respective clubs. It was blossoming everywhere like a wild, beautiful plant, and he'd simply never noticed until now. Once again, he thanked the universe for the Pride.
They both stood at the same time. She took a tentative step toward him. He stopped in the middle of the room and encouraged her to come the rest of the way. When they met, her chest was already heaving in anticipation. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close, then captured her lips in a soft kiss. Her breasts pressed against him, and soon their tongues were playing together.
They managed to undress each other without breaking their kiss. He slid down his underwear for her, but couldn't manage to undo her bra. It had multiple clasps to support her heavy breasts. She stepped away and smiled shyly, her hands reaching behind her.
"I'll do it. Nobody can ever figure it out."
She pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. Harry paused for a moment just to admire her. She was an English rose: a pretty girl with rosy cheeks and reddish hair, but not the Weasley kind of red. It looked brown unless she was standing under lights.
His eyes dropped to her breasts. They were large, just as he expected, though not in the same league as Molly Beckwith's. They hung like teardrops, with large, puffy nipples capped by little pink tips. The rest of her body was soft, thick, and Rubenesque, and she was completely bare between her legs. He grew rock hard just looking at her.
"Wow," he breathed.
She ran her hands along her breasts, holding them up for his approval. "Not too disappointed, I hope?"
"You're amazing, Susan."
He pulled her into another kiss. Her hand went straight for his cock, squeezing it and rubbing her palm along his crown. His hands teased her flanks and settled on her very ample ass. It was perfect for squeezing. Their kiss grew increasingly hungry, and he was surprised at the lust radiating from her.
"You've got a big dick, Harry," she whispered in his ear. "I can't wait to feel it."
The desire in her voice sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm going to blow your mind with it."
"Merlin, I hope so."
He pulled her down to the thick rug and she immediately went to her back. They resumed their kiss. Susan suckled on his tongue wantonly. Harry rubbed his finger along her bare folds, which were as puffy as her nipples. Her clit was hidden behind them, but he teased it forward and she squirmed. He reached lower and found her wet and ready. She gripped his cock and squeezed.
"Don't be shy with it. Put it in."
Harry didn't hesitate. He moved atop her body, rubbing his cock along her lips until he found the right angle, then slid inside her with a contented sigh. She wasn't nearly as tight as some of his other lovers, but she was just as soft and warm, and easily took him to the hilt. He knew right away he could pound her, but wasn't certain what she liked.
She moaned and pulled him closer, forcing his full weight down on her.
"Oh, that's a big dick, Harry," she cooed in his ear. "I love it."
"You feel so good," he returned, kissing her neck until she was breathing hard.
"Give it to me," she panted. "I want all of it."
Her filthy words surprised him. Once she'd decided he could be trusted, Hufflepuff's sweetheart apparently had a dirty mind.
Harry began pumping into her with gentle strokes, delighted at how easily he spread her wet, squishy walls. She pressed her breasts against him tightly. Her hard nipples rubbed against his chest every time he thrust inside her.
"So good—so good," she whispered. "Harder."
Susan wrapped her arms around him, pulling his face against her neck as they fucked. She panted into his ear with every thrust. She grew soaking wet around his cock, and he picked up his pace until he was jolting her body roughly.
"That's it. Fuck me with that big cock," she whimpered. "Go deep."
Her legs spread wide open, inviting him to take her as hard as he wanted. He pulled away and rested his weight on his hands, giving himself some leverage, then drove into her hard and fast. She moaned continuously as he filled her. She couldn't seem to control her noises, and he loved it.
"Oh, Merlin, fucking pound me, Harry. Pound my cunt."
He smashed his hips into hers in a frenzy. The slick sounds of his entry drove him wild, as did her desperation for more, and soon he was panting with exertion above her. Her pussy swallowed him whole, over and over, until she was cursing under her breath.
Her face contorted into a grimace of ecstasy, and she writhed beneath him and pushed her hips into his, meeting his thrusts with her own.
"Almost there," she panted. "Give me that dick! Give it!"
Her words almost undid him. Harry thrust into her a dozen more times and she finally cried out as he overwhelmed her. Her walls spasmed fiercely around him, and he lost control.
He groaned in ecstasy and released load after load deep inside her, filling her with obscene amounts of cum.
Both kept their eyes closed as they came down, reveling in the wonderful release they had just experienced.
"Merlin, Susan," he whispered in shock, his cock still buried within her. Her fingers went between her legs and began to rub her clit vigorously.
"Leave it in," she said. "I can cum again."
He stayed still and watched her face as she rubbed herself, her fingers teasing the base of his cock too. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. She licked her lips as she worked, utterly lost in the moment.
"You like it inside my cunt, Harry?" she whispered.
"I fucking love it."
She made a keening sound, and her walls gripped him tightly again. Her fingers rubbed harder, and a moment later she writhed her hips against him as another orgasm tore through her. Harry just watched her huge breasts heave as she panted and then finally relaxed against the rug. Her expression was already making him hard again. He'd never imagined that Susan Bones could be such a lusty wench.
"That was the best sex of my life," she breathed.
"It was bloody brilliant."
She opened her eyes and gave him an embarrassed, dimpled smile. "Promise not to tell anyone I talk like that?"
He laughed. "I won't tell a soul that Hufflepuff's sweetheart is such a deviant."
She pulled him toward her, until their eyes were only inches apart. "Sometimes I can't help myself. Please be worthy of my trust, Harry."
"I'll keep your secret. That was so hot."
"That's not my only secret," she said softly. "Want to know another one?"
"I'd love to."
She bit her lip and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I don't spread my legs for just anyone, but when I do, I like to get thoroughly fucked. I need a big dick for my big pussy, and yours is perfect."
Harry grew rock hard again inside her. "I'll fill it full of Gryffindor cum whenever you want, you dirty girl."
She smiled and pecked him on the lips. "Good. And I promise not to tell anyone how much of a slut you are."
"What makes you say that?"
"I can just tell. You know what you're doing too well, and Cedric was a slut too. You give me the same vibe, once you take your mask off."
It never ceased to amuse him that some people thought of him as wearing a mask. He always felt like he was the only one who didn't know how to wear one.
"I can neither confirm nor deny my slutty Gryffindor ways, but you didn't seem to be complaining earlier."
"Of course not. I like to pretend I'm a slut too sometimes. Want to take me from behind? We've got two hours."
Harry smiled and thanked Merlin that wizards and witches had such strong libidos. He wasn't sure how many more lovers he could acquire without shriveling into a dried-up husk, but it would be fun to find out. Especially if it turned out that Hufflepuffs were just as ravenous as Gryffindors.
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Author's Note: Harry won't be acquiring any more regular lovers from here on in, unless my plans change, but there will still be a few new ones. Hope you enjoyed Susan and the aftermath of the attack.
For those who are curious, we will eventually get to see inside another House's club, though it obviously won't be Hufflepuff's.
Next chapter features Hermione's punishment and the last party of the term.