Chapter 5

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Ron was surprised and a little pissed off to find that Harry and Hermione hadn't waited for him. They had the rest of the afternoon off so he wandered up to the dorm to find his friends. Dean and Seamus hadn't seen either of them so he took his broom out to take advantage of the extra free time. He wondered what gift Harry had gotten to be held back and whether Hermione was in the library researching it. He wasn't interested enough to go check the library and risk Hermione nagging him into spending his extra free afternoon studying.

Hermione joined him at dinner, "Have you seen Harry?" She asked anxiously.

"Nah, Dean and Seamus hadn't seen him since the testing either," Ron replied.

"Neville isn't here either," Hermione commented.

Ron shrugged as he kept eating. He was hungry after flying and he had no information to offer.

"Do you think something happened with the testing?"

"Harry's probably an Animagus and who knows what other weird gifts he has," Ron said.

"Do you think they had a block in their magic?" Hermione asked.

"Harry can't have. His magic's stronger than most people already and Neville's no slouch now he has a new wand," Ron replied confidently. "They're both from old families, who knows what family gifts they could've gotten."

"Shouldn't he be back by now? Testing was hours ago," Hermione said worried.

Neville slipped in and loaded up his plate.

Hermione moved to sit next to him. "Where were you? Have you seen Harry? Is he okay? Where is he? Why isn't he at dinner?" She asked anxiously without stopping to draw breath let alone give Neville time to answer.

"I don't know," Neville said politely between bites.

"Have you seen him since the testing? Is he okay?" Hermione started again.

"Harry's fine, I saw him after the testing. I'm not sure where he went after that but he was fine," Neville said sighing.

"Where was he? Why hasn't he come to dinner?" Hermione demanded.

"He's not at dinner because he had something else to do, something he might not want you drawing attention to by interrogating me in front of everybody," Neville said quietly.

Hermione frowned. "He should have warned me that he wouldn't be at dinner," she said sternly.

"Why? You're not his mother and you weren't the one cooking or planning the menu on what was available in the kitchen for the number of diners expected, if he owed anyone a warning that he wasn't planning to eat it would have been the kitchen elves," Neville asked.

"We're his best friends," Hermione said, stung.

"So, you take the time to come and find Harry and Ron to make sure they know that you're okay, where you are, what you're doing and when you're going to miss a meal, because whatever you're reading is too fascinating to take a break?" Neville asked incredulously.

Ron snorted.

"I don't just skip meals," Hermione protested.

"No because Harry go's looking for you and drags you out of the library when you're not at dinner," Neville replied. "He knows where you are because you're a creature of habit but I'm sure there've been times he's left the dining hall and gone to get you and you weren't in the library. I've never heard him interrogate everyone asking where you are. He doesn't even interrogate you when you turn up he respects your right to privacy and knows you'll tell him if you want him to know."

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"Do you think it could be this orgasm thing that unblocks our magic?" Susan asked hopefully.

"No, it can't be," Harry replied blushing furiously.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Susan demanded.

"I get it that you don't want to have sex but if getting yourself off could break the block do you really think Pomfrey wouldn't have told you that?" Harry said surprised that Susan seemed not to know about masturbation. He'd thought everybody did it.

"Perhaps she just doesn't know? It's not like purebloods would admit to doing that!" Susan said desperately. "Maybe I should go and ask her."

"She knows about it," Harry said not able to look at her. "She hasn't always been a middle aged school mediwitch, she was married once, she would have dated and gone to school and she was a prefect, she would have seen what some students get up to in the broom closets."

"But …." Susan prepared to keep arguing, clearly desperate for a solution that she could do on her own.

"I have done it and Pomfrey still found blocks on my magic," Harry said bluntly his face scarlet.

"Oh!" Susan said blushing.

"Every guy I know does that, and they would've admitted it when asked. It's normal," Harry said, not wanting her to think he was a freak. "In the muggle world most women would admit to doing that too, in fact there's a whole industry mostly devoted to making devices to help people orgasm by themselves and with their partners."

"Besides if you need to have an orgasm to break the block, Pomfrey wouldn't have given you that stupid pureblood book that almost guarantees that you won't have one the first time you have sex and maybe not ever doing it that way. She would've needed to give you something more like these," Harry pointed out holding up 'Sex for Dummies' and the 'Karma Sutra' "My book says that a lot of women don't orgasm with penetrative sex the first time and the pureblood book doesn't tell me anything about alternatives to vaginal penetration, how to make sex more pleasurable for a witch, or to make sure she came."

"So we could do it either way," Susan said. Either looked completely embarrassing and both admitted that there would be pain involved but at least the wizarding way she could lie there, shut her eyes and pretend it wasn't happening, even if it might hurt more. On the other hand if she married a pureblood this might be her only chance to experience the 'muggle' way. But if she did that she might be better off not knowing that he wasn't trying to please her properly.

"It looks like the muggle way might be more fun for both of us," Harry said hesitantly.

Susan read through the book blushing furiously the whole time. "I couldn't do that" she gasped. "It's not proper."

Harry took a look at the page she was reading on fellatio. "Well, you don't have to do that, that's an alternative to the sex we need to have, I don't think it would break the blocks so you don't have to try it if you don't like the idea," he agreed.

"People really do that?" Susan asked.

"Muggle birth control isn't perfect and there's the ide that it's going to hurt so a lot of girls are hesitant to have penetrative sex the first time until they're in love with someone but still want to be sexual with their partners, and from what I've heard some girls like to give head and every girl likes to receive oral once they've tried it," Harry replied.

"But witches can't do that!" Susan insisted.

"Of course, they can. Ron says he's caught a few witches doing that to a wizard in broom closets on prefect rounds," Harry said.

"Then why isn't it in my book?" Susan argued.

"Your book is about sexual intercourse for marital bonds and reproduction, a blowjob can't make a baby nor does it take away this magical virginity thing or we would have been told about it. Or perhaps the author is the father of a teenage witch and just doesn't want you to know how good sex can be because everyone expects you to remain a virgin until you're married" Harry suggested. "And perhaps pureblood wizards wouldn't want you to know about the fact that it can feel that great if it's done right because then they'd have to take the extra time and effort to make sure you got off every time as well. Not to mention they'd have to admit that maybe muggles are better at something than they are. Especially something wizards think being good at comes naturally."

Susan laughed as Harry intended and started to relax a little bit.

"So sex the way Madam Pomfrey's book does it is how babies are made? Why would she give me a book telling me to do that? I don't want a baby! She should have told me straight out if I had to have a baby to get my block removed, shouldn't she," Susan said.

"Yeah, I'm sure she would've told us that. Vaginal penetration is how babies can be conceived regardless which way you do it, but it doesn't happen every time. It depends on a lot of things. Did Madam Pomfrey give you a spell or potion to prevent pregnancy?" Harry asked, shaken by the idea of conceiving a child.

"No she said she couldn't, that it would prevent the block from being removed. She sounded like it wouldn't matter just once though," Susan said.

Harry groaned. He knew that it was a risk, even once but there was nothing he could do about it now if Madam Pomfrey said that potions and spells wouldn't work. He wanted to warn Susan of the possibility but he also was worried that she'd change her mind about unblocking her magic at all, let alone helping him if she knew it might result in a pregnancy and he assumed that Madam Pomfrey would be able to give her something to prevent it afterwards. He was surprised she didn't tell him that Madam Pomfrey had told her to come back after she'd unblocked her magic and figured that she was embarrassed about the thought of the examination the school mediwitch would want to do afterwards.

A big part of the issue Susan was having with the idea of having sex with Harry was taking her clothes off in front of a boy, due to insecurity, Susan like all teenage girls was self-conscious of the way her body looked and like 90% of them she thought she needed to lose at least five kilograms to look halfway decent. The best thing about her looks in her opinion was her breasts which were larger than average and nice and firm. Harry didn't seem to care much about that though, she'd never caught him staring at them like most other boys and he always looked her in the eyes when she spoke to him. She felt particularly unattractive in comparison with the girls Harry had shown interest in. Hermione and Cho were tiny and Ginny was a total beanstalk, barely an A cup with long slim legs and a nice tight butt. The thought of being naked in front of Harry or any boy made her deeply uncomfortable. This was made worse for the witch than it would be for a muggle or muggleborn by wizarding fashion that not only covered her body more thoroughly but also hid a lot of her shape most of the time, she had no brothers or male cousins, nor a father or uncles, no male other than the house elves, and possibly her father as an infant, had ever seen her in her underwear or bathing suit or even short shorts and a tank top and now she was being asked to take all her clothes off in front of a boy that was really more of a friendly acquaintance than a friend. She knew he'd try to be kind because that was just who Harry was but she still really didn't want to do this. At least the way the wizarding book described sex she wouldn't have to take her clothes off other than her knickers and Harry wouldn't have to look at her, she couldn't imagine being brazen enough to relax enough to enjoy anything while she was nude in front of a boy, much less someone she barely knew like Harry but the situation really didn't allow them the time to get to know each other and become more comfortable with each other.

"I don't know Harry, I don't think I could do some of those things," she replied uncertainly.

"Okay, if it's important to you then I'll do it the way your book says if you want me to but to be honest if that's the way all purebloods think I'm probably going to want to marry a muggleborn or a muggle" Harry offered. "I can't see myself being comfortable enjoying sex if I know my wife isn't going to enjoy it and I'm not allowed to even try to make it good for her. That actually might account for why there are so many single child families in the wizarding world in spite of the fact that most wealthy families have full time housewives and house elves to care for the children. Come to think of it, it might account for why so many men are so keen to join Voldemort in mayhem and torture. I know my uncle is always in a much better mood the day after having sex however horrific it is for me to have to overhear them I always knew I would be less likely to be punished for minor infractions the day after."

Susan looked appalled. "You could hear them?" She asked, shocked. She'd been about to tell him that maybe after she'd got used to sex she would consider some of the things in the muggle book when Harry derailed all her thought processes.

"My relatives are what muggles would call lower middle class, they have a reasonable size house but it isn't huge, my bedroom shares a wall with theirs and there's no such thing as silencing charms in the muggle world," Harry said, surprised and slightly hurt that she was more concerned about him having to listen to his aunt and uncle having sex than the idea of him being punished often and severely enough to think it worth it to deal with overhearing that to get a slight reprieve. "And no locking charms either, I would imagine most muggle children have heard or walked in on their parents having sex before they were old enough to understand it and will have learnt to put their headphones on and play music at night to avoid hearing it as they grew older." He just wished he had a functioning music player and headphones to be able to avoid hearing them.

Susan looked even more horrified and turned slightly green at that idea.

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Please let me at least try to make it feel good for you too. I'd feel incredibly selfish getting off if all you feel is pain.

"Okay" Susan said doubtfully but I don't want you to look at you know… down there."

"Susan I'm a complete beginner at this, even doing it the way Madam Pomfrey's book says to, it would be a lot easier not to hurt you more than I have to if I can see what I'm doing," Harry said practically, trying to hide his disappointment at not being able to see her naked.

"No Harry, that's my final offer you can try to make me feel good the muggle way with your fingers but I'm really uncomfortable with the idea of you looking at me.

"Okay, but why not? You are beautiful," Harry said baffled.

"No, I'm not," Susan replied. "You don't need to lie to me to try to get me to agree to let you look at me, Harry. I'm not going to change my mind."

"I wasn't lying Susan. I do think you're beautiful," Harry said honestly.

"Harry, I've seen the girls you hang around with. The girls you are attracted to. Cho, Katie, Alicia, Hermione, Ginny and Luna are all thin and petite, nothing like me," Susan exclaimed.

"Hermione and Ginny are like sisters to me, sure they are both pretty girls, anyone with eyes can see that but I'm not attracted to either of them, and Katie, Alicia and Angelina are my team-mates, I think they see me as a sort of little brother to pester and teach about life and girls. The reason I don't hang out with Lavender and Parvati more has nothing to do with their weight or the size of their boobs or the way they look, I just find most of the things they talk about boring or plain embarrassing. Luna's a friend but if I feel anything more than friendship what I feel for her is protective since her own housemates treat her so badly and her belief in her creatures makes her seem younger than she is. I'll admit that I was attracted to Cho because she's a seeker so we had that in common until I got to know her better but just because I think she is beautiful doesn't mean that I can't think you're beautiful too," Harry said. "Most blokes would think you're beautiful Susan."

Susan looked unconvinced. She believed that Harry wasn't deliberately lying to her but she still believed he wouldn't find her attractive without clothes on.

He touched tentatively and Susan clenched her legs together trapping his hand so it couldn't move.

"Susan, you need to relax, this is supposed to feel good," Harry said gently.

"I know" she replied in a small voice I just don't know if I can."

"Perhaps we're going too fast. We need to stop thinking about having sex and enjoy being together, until we're ready," Harry murmured moving his hand away and starting to kiss her. That was awkward too but Susan had a little more experience than he did with kissing and soon showed him how to do it and they got over the awkwardness and started to forget why they were kissing and just enjoy it.

Harry was surprised that kissing felt amazing and he began becoming aroused. He began fairly chastely and slowly became more passionate, he ran his hands up and down her back before cupping her bum and pulling her hard against him for a moment before stepping back to fondle her breasts over her clothes, then to unbutton her blouse. The bra underneath wasn't anything you'd find in a playboy magazine, the white cotton was designed for maximum coverage and support but in spite of that Harry found it exciting. He kissed his way along her upper breasts exposed by the modest full cups but had to stop and ask for Susan's help to manage the fastenings, which she did blushing profusely and refusing to look at Harry.

"Wow!" Harry breathed, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts reverently.

Susan glanced at him, pleased that he so obviously liked the way she looked, it made it easier for her to slide her shirt off her shoulders so she was bare from the waist up. Of course, she'd known that guys liked her breasts, most boys around their age or younger couldn't take their eyes off them long enough to look her in the face while they were talking to her, but Harry had never been one of them. Sure she'd caught him make a couple of quick glances at her breasts and ass but she noticed that he glanced at thinner girls with small breasts the same way.

This time when he reached down under her skirt she opened her legs for him. Watching her face carefully for signs of discomfort he ran his hand up her inner thigh encouraging her to open a bit further then his ran fingers along the labia before slipping inside to search for her clitoris. Luckily for both of them she was wet enough from the arousal of the earlier reading and kissing for it to be comfortable since neither of them knew enough to know she needed to be.

Harry wished he could see what he was doing, he was confident he could recognise her clitoris from the photos in the book but finding it blindly with his fingers was a lot more difficult. He explored gently and from Susan's reaction he eventually found a way to touch her that she seemed to enjoy a lot though he still wasn't entirely sure it what he was looking for.

She was close, really close according to the signs the book told him to look for but after several minutes he realised she wasn't letting herself tip over that edge. Sitting up he inserted two fingers of his left hand into her crooking them to try to find her G spot while he kept up the stimulation of her clit, inadvertently moving downwards a little as he changed position.

She came hard reaching for him. Harry moved back to lie beside her hugging her through the aftermath. "I told you not to look" she said.

"I wasn't trying to look. You seemed stuck and I needed both hands to get you to finish" Harry replied apologetically. "If it helps any I thought you look beautiful like that, and incredibly hot."

Susan blushed furiously.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked blushing too. He was hard as a rock and though he was still really nervous about his performance he felt that he couldn't wait much longer.

"Yeah okay, I think I'm as ready as I'm going to get," Susan said doubtfully. She knew she needed to do this to break the block on her magic and she wasn't dreading it as much as she had been when they started but she was still afraid. Everyone had always said that the first time hurt terribly. At least Harry wasn't her boyfriend, if it was horrible there'd be no reason to try to do it again with him, he wouldn't expect it.

Harry looked down again to position himself at her entrance and trying to be as gentle as he could slowly thrust in until he hit her barrier, pulling out a little he thrust a bit harder and broke through the barrier burying himself all the way inside as Susan whimpered in distress.

"Snape in Madam Longbottom's dress, and Umbitch's pink cardy, Dumbledore in board shorts and a grubby grey singlet," Harry muttered, not realising he was thinking out loud, trying to picture horrible things to tamp down his excitement to wait until Susan said he could move.

Susan giggled, "What are you trying to do?" she asked.

"I'm trying to gross myself out a bit to reduce the urgency I am feeling so I don't lose control and hurt you more than I already have. Being inside you feels amazingly good and the selfish part of me wants to let go and thrust in and out as hard and fast as I can, no matter how that feels for you but the book says to wait for you to stop hurting" Harry explained though clenched teeth, every muscle in his body straining with the effort of trying to control himself.

Susan wanted to smile at the effort he was making. She also wanted to tell him to get it over with. She hurt down there and she couldn't imagine that a couple of minutes was going to make any difference.

"Does your magic feel any different?" Harry asked hesitantly. He was almost desperate to keep going but he knew that if what they had done was enough to release their magic, he ought to at least offer to stop now.

"No it doesn't, why?" Susan asked.

"Because according to the muggles, you're no longer a virgin, the bit that hurt the most is the barrier I broke through which is your biological virginity. If your magic felt different you could ask me to stop," Harry explained slightly ashamed by how relieved he felt at her answer. He was sorry she was hurting but it still felt amazing, far better than his hands had ever made him feel.

"Does your magic feel different?" Susan asked.

"Not yet," Harry admitted honestly.

"Mine either," Susan said disappointedly.

Amazingly as they talked she began to relax and the pain began to recede. She must have made some sign because Harry began to rock gently. He leant in to kiss Susan again which she enjoyed.

It didn't take long before Harry lost control and pressing himself as far into Susan as he could came with several small hard thrusts gritting his teeth to keep his moans from becoming too loud. Susan grunted with pain, and Harry slipped his now softened penis from her with a soft apology.

"Sorry I hurt you," he said shamefaced.

"I don't think it worked," Susan said worriedly.

"No I don't feel any different either. Did Madam Pomfrey or Madam Sprout tell you we'd feel something? Pomfrey and McGonagall were bloody vague about the whole thing with me." Harry asked.

"No they didn't say anything, but everything I've heard about blocks suggested that there'd be a release of magic, that's how the person assisting gets a boost in their magic, surely we'd feel it if that happened," Susan said.

"I think it's working, I can feel a pressure building up in my chest," Harry said grimacing as the sensation started to become painful.

"Yeah me too," Susan said starting to whimper, clinging to Harry for support.

They each felt the pressure become almost unbearable before something sort of broke free with a sudden snap and cried out as warmth surrounded them both. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen their aura's flare and blend together then expand, winking out as they lost consciousness.

A close observer also would have seen a Black smoke rising from Harry's scar and dissipating into the air, destroyed by the combined magic of the two unconscious teens.

They each came around about an hour or so later, and slumped against each other in exhaustion.

"Wow!" Harry said gasping for breath.

"Yeah Wow! I didn't expect it to hurt like that," Susan agreed breathlessly.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"I think so, tired though, I don't think I can move," Susan said drowsily. Before Harry could say anything else she fell asleep.

Harry dazedly thought there was a reason he should be worried about that and the thought of getting back to the common room before curfew also briefly crossed his mind, but was too tired and his head hurt too much to focus and he lay back and slept himself.

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