As Harry left the common room after the confrontation with Hermione, he nearly shivered with frustration and barely controlled rage.
Some thought his temper better controlled this year than last, but they knew little about what he did in private. The Half-Blood Princes' spells he'd practiced with Ron, the few that Hermione had seen, they were only the beginning. Almost as important as the Prince's own creations were the spells the Prince mentioned in the margins, and the books he recommended.
Harry's Invisibility Cloak meant that he was invisible to prying eyes as he tore through the books in the library, looking for certain spells the Prince told him of. A bit of emphasis on the right syllable of a charm Herbologists used to use to squeeze sap out of a vine, if used on a person, squeezed the blood into a small area, and caused massive swelling, and eventual necrosis; the Prince even claimed that Madam Pomfrey couldn't treat it well, and that some of the victims had lost limbs because of it. Of course, were the charm used on someone's neck…
Even better was a "Potions mishap" that turned a typical witch's facial cream into something that ate away the flesh it was applied to. Harry had summoned a bit of the cream from the girls' dormitory, and the modified cake was in the schoolbag he'd grabbed on his way out of the common room.
It was time for him to release his anger. The frustration he felt at Hermione's constant nagging, the difficulty he had with nonverbal spells – soon, none of it would matter.
"Oof!" The girl yelled as she collided with him. On the ground lay Susan Bones, whose bag and purse had dropped onto the floor with the collision.
Yes, she would do nicely.
"Stupefy." Harry intoned calmly. Susan immediately collapsed like a limp noodle, and Harry smirked with excitement as he whispered, "Mobilicorpus." And her body rose as though it were on a stretcher.
Harry had determined, after five years of adventures, that he learned best by doing. He learned when he had to fight for his life, when he had to solve puzzles.
But he learned this year, that he also learned by killing – first, with a few nights spent in the Forbidden Forest. No one noticed a dead Acromantula, since they had a very short lifespan due to constant infighting, and if he killed anything else – a centaur, or maybe a unicorn – close enough to the Acromantulas, they would take care of the body, and no one would be the wiser.
But now, he longed for release of a different kind – Hermione's nagging and Ginny's hot and cold flirtation left him frustrated at females in particular, so tonight would be a new kind of experiment.
"Yes, you will do nicely," Harry said to the unconscious girl as he ran his hands along her body. The forbidden nature of what he was doing, the lack of consent, was like an aphrodisiac to Harry, and he was more turned on than he'd ever been before.
He quickly pulled out the Marauders' Map and found his way to an abandoned classroom.
"Colloportus. Silencio. Muffliato. Cave Clango." The last two spells that would ensure his privacy were gifted from the Half-Blood Prince. The last would set off an alarm, should anyone attempt to disturb him. He had his Invisibility Cloak for just such an event.
Susan was laying on the floor now, in a heap, since Harry abandoned his movement charm.
"Petrificus Totalus. Enervate." He said, intoning a few well-practiced spells.
"Wha?" The girl questioned dumbly. He had worked with her last year in the D.A., and knew she wouldn't win any awards for genius.
"Harry?" She asked frightfully, her eyes moving rapidly to try to take in the dark room. "What's going on?"
He stalked over to her again, his excitement risen with her consciousness, and lay beside her – though he had a Cushioning Charm for his comfort. He ran his finger fondly up her robe once more in a swirling motion, reaching her face. He twirled a strand of her strawberry hair idly.
"Hello, Susan." He whispered, close to her now.
The girl was terrified, and the sweet knowledge of that terror excited Harry even more.
"I have this problem, Susan. You're going to help me with it." Harry removed the fastenings from her robe and let it trap her arms behind her back. Her wand, in the pocket of the robe, was tossed irreverently across the room. She would have no need of that.
While robes were the only standard attire at Hogwarts and in many places underclothes would be all that was worn underneath, most everyone wore another layer to stave off the brisk Scottish weather – Susan wore shorts and a collared white shirt underneath her robe.
Harry gave an approving nod as he inspected her bare legs, and ran a hand up her belly to cup her breast, which he caressed and kneaded softly – this was the first opportunity he had to inspect a girl's breasts, after all, so he was naturally fascinated with them.
Growing tired of the clothing limited his access to Susan's person, Harry unceremoniously ripped off her shirt and pulled down her shorts. Looking right at Susan's face, though she had her eyes closed and tears ran down her face at the assault, he casually slipped his hand under Susan's lingerie, a green pair of matching bra and panties.
"Why Susan," Harry exclaimed excitedly, "You shaved in the shape of a heart?!"
He laughed in a bit of a cackle, and said, "Ah, you must have been wanting something special for Valentine's day. Well, I hope I won't disappoint!"
Harry loosened his own robes and took his cock out from his pants, stroking himself as he slipped into her most sensitive cavity and explored with his fingers.
Her lack of response was troubling, he decided. In a Full-Body Bind, she couldn't moan or squirm.
Luckily, the Half-Blood Prince had mentioned a spell that would suit his needs nicely – perhaps it had even been used years past for this same purpose!
"Petrificus Diversus!" Harry exclaimed vigorously. Sure enough, the Prince had come through once more. Susans arms snapped behind her back, thrusting her chest out most wonderfully on display, and her legs spread apart. Her torso and head were free to move, and she no longer had her mouth snapped shut.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" She screeched. Harry flinched at her obnoxious yell, and used yet another of the Prince's spells. "Langlock," he said calmly. It was the perfect spell – her tongue was locked against the roof of her mouth, so she could still scream or moan, but couldn't talk. Harry was sure it would be much more satisfying than a simple Silencing spell.
"Now, Susan, let's get rid of all these extra clothes," Harry said, eying her body lewdly as he divested himself of his clothes.
"Diffindo! Diffindo! Diffindo!" Three Severing charms later, nothing was left of her bra or panties except for superficial cuts where the charm had gone slightly too deep. Harry had no qualms about this.
"Mmm," he said as he snacked a bit on her right breast, "You know, Susan, your breasts are quite marvelous. Who knew what those Hogwarts robes hid?" Harry chuckled again at his own wit and attempted to decipher what, exactly, Susan's whimpers or cries meant as he toyed her nipples with varying degrees of pressure – a sharp cry when he really dug in, he assumed, meant that she enjoyed it the most.
"Well," he said, stopping his stroking of his own cock; upon seeing this, Susan cried even harder, realizing what was about to happen, "I think it's time we took our relationship to the next level, Susan. If you disagree, feel free to bitch and moan about it!"
Susan only whimpered and cried harder, occasionally attempting to wriggle free.
"You know, all that wiggling just does wonderful things to you, my dear," Harry said with a smirk.
He finally lay on top of her, kissing her neck roughly as he looked her in the eyes.
He aligned his dick and thrust harshly and deeply within her, taking her virginity all at once, and continued thrusting, ignoring her louder cries of objection.
Harry wrapped his arms around her in a macabre imitation of love-making, thrusting harder as he grew closer to climax.
"Ah!" he said as he finally came, wiggling around inside of Susan as he looked her in the eyes and laughed.
"You know, Susan, that was great. I don't know what I'd have killed if I hadn't done that, I was so frustrated." He said, putting his clothes back on.
"And do you know what the best part is, Susan?" She had fear in her eyes once more, not sure what was going to happen.
"I can do this a thousand times, and it'll always seem like the first, to you…Finite Incantatem." The myriad of spells holding the girl hostage broke at once, and she lunged at Harry, screaming viciously.
"Obliviate." He said calmly. Susan collapsed in a heap of confusion on the ground, unaware of where she was or why she was naked.
Harry closed the door lightly behind him, and whistled cheerfully on his way back to Gryffindor tower.