It was finally the day.

The day when the war would hopefully end for good.

This godforsaken war against Voldemort and his band of thugs had been going on for what seemed like decades, and both sides were slowly chipping away at each other's resources until they reached the breaking point.

Voldemort had been on the defensive ever since he discovered that they had destroyed all his Horcruxes apart from Nagini. Even the one Harry had inside him was destroyed by Voldemort himself in the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort hit him with the Killing Curse, and he believed him dead. Filled with newfound resolve, he marched over to the battleground that Hogwarts had become and began gloating for all to hear that Harry Potter was dead. The look on the bastard's face when he stood up, alive and unharmed apart from a few bruises was one he relished every time he thought about it.

The Dark Lord was furious, and for once, he chose the prudent way. Instead of continuing the fight, he chose to retreat for the moment, apparating away with his faithful familiar. However, they had no intention of letting his Death Eaters escape, and those who fought against the forces of the dark wasted no time in putting down any stragglers they could find.

They had lost a lot, but they made sure Voldemort lost even more.

Ever since that day, Voldemort remained in his hideout, biding his time. Death Eater attacks ceased, and they slowly began to work on restoring Wizarding Britain to its feet. Kingsley took quick charge of things, installing an emergency government in place with the support of the Order to get things running.

It was a situation of a cold war.

Almost three years passed and nothing changed concerning Voldemort, who had still not shown in face. Not even a peep was heard of him. The auror force was replenished with capable recruits who all had endured the horrors of war and it was more resilient than ever before. They maintained strict patrols over Wizarding Britain, sniffing out potential Death Eater outposts with an expertise never seen before.

Tonks had risen through the ranks, becoming the Director of the DMLE and expertly guiding the forces.

The Weasleys had lost Fred before Voldemort made his retreat, and the family never recovered. George and Ron somehow kept Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes running, with the latter now married to Hermione. The couple was ready to welcome their first child in a few months.

The war had taken its toll on everyone, and people looked for every little bit of happiness they could find. It was perhaps for this reason that Ginny had taken the chance and moved forward with Neville. The two had been leading the resistance inside Hogwarts, and had grown closer during the dark year. Harry understood and came to accept it after some time.

Fleur and Bill were also happily settled, having left their life as fighters behind and dedicating themselves to raising their little Victorie.

It seemed everyone had moved on, or was trying to move on with their lives, intent on forgetting the memories of war forever. But not Harry.

Harry knew it was a temporary peace. Voldemort was still out there, biding his time. He knew the dark wizard would make his return, and when he did, he would make sure everything was destroyed.

He had thrown himself into becoming stronger. He trained like a warrior incarnate, irrespective of the magic it was. He worked himself to the bone, from day to night, relentlessly until he was gasping for breath, and only then did he call it a day. It was not a healthy way to live, but it was necessary.

He would have become a shadow of his former self, a recluse, a stoic bat like Snape, had it not been for the woman he now shared Grimmauld Place with.

Lucius and Draco had been killed by Voldemort's thugs a few days after the retreat for her treachery, and she had barely managed to make it out of the ambush. Harry had wholeheartedly taken her in. She had nowhere else to go, and he owed her his life.

They had been awkward around each other in the beginning, but as time passed, they became friendly enough. Like him, Narcissa also believed that the return of the Dark Lord was imminent, and she aided him wholeheartedly with his training. Sirius had left him with everything the house of Black had, and that meant its vast library as well, which was full of books dealing with deadly curses and spells that would send a chill down anyone's spine. With the help of Narcissa, Harry learned and practiced it all.

They often talked when he was not training, and Harry confided in her. He told her about everything he had gone through, while Narcissa told him about her life before she married Lucius – a marriage she never wanted but had to accept as part of her duty to her house. They had become candid enough, to the point that the woman didn't even hesitate in telling him that she had laid with Lucius only once, on their wedding night during which Draco was conceived. Never again, even though Lucius was very insistent. Her marriage contract at least gave her that much protection.

Harry could easily guess that even though she had portrayed the role of the pureblood wife of the Malfoys perfectly, she had never been happy in her marriage.

In return, Harry told her about his lack of expertise with women, having had two very short relationships that lasted only a few weeks combined. Narcissa never failed to give him pointers, often to tease him, but Harry listened to it all the same.

Overall, their dynamic was one of comfort, and Harry liked it.

As the years passed, so did the false sense of security increase until one day it all evaporated in a puff of smoke.

"What do you mean the ministry is destroyed!?" Harry asked in alarm as he stared at a livid Tonks who stood there in front of the fireplace.

"Exactly what I said Harry!" Tonks replied furiously. "It was the dark bastard himself. He stormed the place and killed everyone in sight. The aurors who responded didn't stand a chance against him and his group of Death Eaters."

"Is everyone there?" Harry asked as he walked over and joined her.

"They are fighting. I only saw Bellatrix, Dolohov, Rookwood, Yaxley, Avery, and Nott with him," Tonks replied.

"The vilest of the lot," Harry hissed and stepped inside the floo. His eyes fell on Narcissa who gave him a firm nod.

"Kick the bastards' asses," she called out with a smirk, one which Harry returned.

"Gladly," he replied as he and Tonks vanished in a swirl of emerald flames.

They emerged in the ministry atrium, and they immediately joined the fray. The aurors and former members of the Order were fighting against the Death Eaters in a battle to the death.

Harry sidestepped a cutting curse that would have taken his head off and flicked his wand, sending a large vine through the middle. More vines protruded out of the main one, wrapping around the Death Eaters' necks and twisting, killing them on the spot.

"Whoa…" Tonks whispered, beyond impressed.

"What'd you think I've been doing all this time?" He asked with a chuckle as they ran forward, cursing any stragglers who tried to stop them. "Where's the bastard?"

"Hestia said he went downstairs to the DoM," Tonks replied as they ran down the stairs. Order members were all engaged with Death Eaters, and they could not afford to let Voldemort have time. There was no telling what he intended to do.

They could not apparate, nor could they fly inside the ministry. The lift had been destroyed as well, leaving them with no choice but to go on foot.

"He's got Rookwood with him," Harry muttered. "Nothing good can come off it, that's for sure."

The entire ministry was rife with battle. Spells flew all over the place, and they grimaced as they had to trample over dead bodies to get through.

"So much carnage…" Harry whispered with a fierce look in his eyes. "That bastard is going down today."

The corridor leading up to the Department of Mysteries was guarded heavily, but it was nothing Harry could not deal with. His face twisted into a snarl and he thrust his wand forward. An angry stream of emerald fire shot forward, and Tonks watched in horror as the Death Eaters' shields were overcome in an instant. The dark wizards lay burning alive as Harry ran forward, with the metamorph following behind at a sedate pace.

Their eyes widened when they saw the state of the Department of Mysteries. All the rooms were visible at once, in various states of destruction, and they took it all in.

"The time turners are missing," Tonks whispered.

Harry kept looking around, and his eyes widened slightly when he saw the most ominous room of all.

In the distance was a small congregation of figures clad in familiar black robes, and in the middle stood the hairless bastard himself.

"Get in," Harry whispered when he saw they had not been seen yet, and pulled out his Invisibility Cloak. Tonks got close and he draped it over them. It was a tight fit but they managed.

"How long, Augustus?" Voldemort's raspy voice sounded, and they saw Rookwood bent over in front of the Veil of Death, waving his wand and gently breaking time turners one after the other. The mysterious sand rose in the air, swirling around the veil, close but far enough to never touch it.

"The process takes a little time, my lord," Rookwood replied in a whisper as he broke another time turner and poured the sand into the swirling mist.

"The fuck are they doing?" Tonks whispered.

"Can't be anything good," Harry muttered as they walked forward. "Can you take on those three?"

Tonks looked over to where he gestured, and she saw Nott, Avery, and Yaxley standing together. She gave a small nod.

"Good. Stay under the cloak and keep your distance though. I might try something fancy," he whispered. They had reached the Death Room now, and the idiots were none the wiser.

"Now," Harry whispered, and immediately, he threw himself out of the cloak. The effect was instantaneous.

Avery's head rolled on the floor as a result of Tonks' quick cutting curse as Harry fired a quick killing curse at Voldemort. The dark wizard quickly threw himself on the floor as the curse sailed harmlessly over his head.

"Potter!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry wasted no time and thrust his wand forward. Rings of angry yellow shot out of his wand, destroying Bellatrix's Cruciatus and hitting her square in the face. The compressed sound waves made her cry out in pain and everyone watched as her head exploded in a shower of blood and gore.

"You dare!" Voldemort hissed and cried out to the heavens. Harry was immediately assaulted with a beam of malicious dark energy and he barely managed to dodge out of the way. An evil purple bolt missed his head by inches and he looked over to see Dolohov join his master.

Rookwood was still hard at work while Nott and Yaxley tried to fight against an invisible Tonks.

"Today you die, Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed as he cast a Killing Curse that Harry dodged before he shielded himself against an angry bolt of blue that he identified as the Blood-Freezing Curse.

"Then I'll make sure I drag you with me, Tom," Harry snarled and swished his wand. A massive tree emerged from the rocky ground, and Voldemort dodged in the nick of time as its branches shot through where he had just been. Dolohov, however, was not so lucky, and a thick branch grazed his stomach, tearing through flesh and sending rivulets of blood splashing on the rock.

The branches were cursed with poison, and Harry smirked when Dolohov's attempts to close the wound went in vain. Voldemort's eyes widened when he recognized it.

"Oh my, such dark magic, Harry? What would Dumbledore think?"

They watched as Dolohov dropped to the floor as purple veins erupted all over his skin before he fell over, dead.

"He'd say what a shame it was that you managed to dodge it," Harry replied and flicked his wand, sending the branches to repeatedly attack Voldemort. The dark wizard quickly conjured a shield to keep them at bay.

Harry looked over and saw that Tonks was now out of the cloak and was fighting against Yaxley. Nott's dead body lay on the floor, bleeding.

While Voldemort shielded himself against the cursed branches, he saw Rookwood break another time turner and pour the sand into the swirling mist. He was about to raise his wand to curse the asshole when the wizard raised a ritual knife and plunged it into his throat before he dropped forward. The cursed blood glowed a malicious red as the former Unspeakable's body vanished into the Veil. Harry's eyes widened.

"That can't be good at all," he whispered to himself when he saw the blood mix with the swirling mist of sand. He looked over to see Voldemort staring at the Veil with a triumphant gleam in his eyes before the dark wizard shouted, "FIENDFYRE!"

The malicious cursed flames leaped out of his wand and swallowed his cursed tree in no time. Harry thrust his wand forward when he saw Voldemort dart toward the Veil, and the dark wizard quickly threw himself to the side. The Killing Curse sailed over his head. Harry rushed forward and stood in front of the Veil, blocking its access from Voldemort who looked at him in rage.

"Why do you have to thwart me at every stage!?" the dark wizard cried out as he thrust his wand forward, sending the cursed flames straight toward him. Harry swatted his wand forward, repelling the flames away from him before Voldemort grunted. Looking over, Harry saw Tonks' cutting curse collide with the dark wizard's neck, opening a deep gash. The curse didn't kill him, but it broke Voldemort's control over the cursed fire, and Harry watched as the flames ascended, crashing against the ceiling. Their eyes widened when it caved in.

They had no time to move out as massive chunks of the ceiling started raining over them. They each conjured shields over their heads to keep the rocks from crushing them before another cutting curse from Tonks hit the dark lord on the side of his neck, deepening the gash even further. The shield Voldemort had conjured cracked and crumbled, and Harry watched as heaps of concrete fell over him, burying his body and hitting the ground with a rocky thud, sending dust and debris all around him.

"Fucking hell," Harry grunted as the pressure built, and he saw Tonks conjure another shield under his. Harry gave her a thankful grin before he grew confused when Tonks' eyes widened in fear.

His brows furrowed in a frown as he watched her open her mouth. However, before she could say anything, a massive chunk of concrete collided with the Veil and the swirling mass of enchanted sand, blowing everything up.

Harry could not even blink as his world went dark.

-Break-

When Harry came to his senses, he was lying on a bed in a room with a bright white ceiling. Blinking, he looked over and could not help but smile when he saw the face of none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"I guess it's time then, Professor?" He asked with a chuckle, earning a curious look from the old wizard.

"I'm afraid I do not understand what you mean, young man," Dumbledore replied. "Although I must admit, you do look somewhat familiar."

Harry chuckled.

"Come on, sir. It's been only three years since we last saw each other. Surely you didn't forget me already?"

Dumbledore gave the young man a look of intrigue.

"I'm afraid I don't remember," he smiled. "Perhaps you could introduce yourself?"

Harry frowned.

"I'm Harry, Professor. Harry Potter. Sure you haven't forgotten me?" Harry asked, before muttering to himself, "Do people slowly start losing their memories when they pass away?"

"Ah, any relation to one James Potter, perhaps?"

"You remember my father, but you don't remember me?" Harry asked curiously. "Is it because he's dead too and you've met him in the afterlife?"

Dumbledore looked at the young wizard with interest.

"James Potter is your father, is that what you're saying?"

Harry nodded. He had to admit that he was growing more and more confused as time went by.

"I see," Dumbledore muttered, and Harry slowly stood up. Looking at the young wizard, Dumbledore smiled. "Follow me, Harry. I think we should have a talk."

Having no other choice, Harry walked behind the old wizard. It all seemed weird, and as he looked around himself, he saw that they were traversing through the Department of Mysteries. The rooms were as they had been before their destruction, and Harry followed Dumbledore through a large set of double doors. He found a man clad in Unspeakable robes sitting behind a desk. The man stood up when they entered.

"It is as you predicted, Croaker," Dumbledore said, and Harry's eyes widened. He knew who Croaker was.

"I see," Croaker muttered. "This is unprecedented, headmaster."

"Indeed," Dumbledore nodded before he turned toward the young man who looked visibly confused. "My apologies, Harry. I believe you are unaware of what has happened?"

"I thought I'd died," Harry replied. "But now it doesn't seem like that's the case."

 "You are very much alive," the old wizard replied with a chuckle. "You have traveled back in time. It is the year 1976."

Harry's eyes widened.

-Break-

Hours later a visibly exhausted Harry Potter sat on the chair in front of the desk, staring at the frowning headmaster. There was no doubt in their minds as to the veracity of his words. Croaker explained how the office and the room he had been resting in were extensions of the Truth Room – another of the DoM's secret rooms in which it was impossible to tell a lie. Thus, there was no reason for them to doubt his words. Harry took it all in stride and explained everything to them, starting from what had happened in the First Wizarding War to his adventures at Hogwarts and finally culminating in the Second War with Voldemort. He told them about what he knew now to be the ritual that had somehow thrown him into this timeline.

The Head Unspeakable and the Headmaster of Hogwarts listened to his tale in fascination and no less amount of apprehension, and he even showed them the memories of his battles with Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

"That was quite a tale, Harry," Dumbledore remarked.

"Tell me about it," Harry chuckled before he looked over at Croaker. "Is there any way to send me back to when I came from?"

"I'm afraid it is impossible, Mr. Potter," the Unspeakable replied. "Even though no one has traveled more than a few hours in the past with the help of a time turner, it is possible. Traveling to the future though… it is not possible."

"How do I get back then?"

"I don't believe you can, to be honest. I don't believe there is anything left for you in that timeline either," Croaker replied. Harry stared at the man in surprise.

"Let me explain," Croaker sighed. "Normally, when you travel using a time turner, you remain in the same timeline. That is because you have an avenue to return. However, in your case, your avenue to return is closed, which means the timeline has been altered irrecoverably."

"You mean because I'm permanently here now, the timeline I came from doesn't exist anymore. This is my timeline now."

"Precisely," Croaker nodded.

Harry sighed and looked to the side, staring at the odd trinkets scattered throughout the office.

"Think of it as a blessing, Harry," Dumbledore remarked softly and Harry turned to look at the man. "With all the knowledge you have, you could try to ensure innocent lives are not destroyed. Since there is no worry about a possible paradox, you can change things for the better."

Harry's eyes widened. Indeed he could do that. If he was truly stuck in this timeline and had no way to go back, then it was a no-brainer.

"I also believe this could be a second chance for you, Harry," Dumbledore smiled. "A chance to truly enjoy your life."

"Alright then," he nodded after a few moments of profound silence. "I should somehow get my looks and identity changed though."

"I believe that would not be an issue," Dumbledore replied with a small smile. "The Potter family dates back over a millennium. Numerous family lines have emerged and withered away over the centuries. It would not be any surprise if another young man with the Potter name emerged."

"I see," he muttered before nodding. "Alright then. I'll trust in your judgment, sir."

Dumbledore smiled. "I believe you'd like to get to know your parents?"

Harry nodded with a small smile. Now that he was permanently in this timeline, he would be happy to be with them, even though he did not exactly consider them his parents considering they were younger than him and were completely different people.

"I believe we can arrange for something then," the old wizard replied. "How about attending Hogwarts once again?"

"I'm three years over the graduation age, sir," Harry replied with a chuckle.

"I know," Dumbledore replied with a small smile. "I am offering you an apprenticeship under me, Harry."

"Sir?" Harry asked in surprise.

"I could see in the memories that we shared a close relationship in your past, and your skills with a wand are not too shabby either," Dumbledore smiled. "I believe you are more than worthy of being an apprentice of mine."

"I would be honored to accept it, sir," Harry replied. Dumbledore had only ever taken McGonagall as an apprentice, so it was indeed an honor.

Dumbledore nodded. "Let us get you settled at Hogwarts then."

"I can live at Hogwarts?" Harry asked in surprise.

"As my apprentice, yes. Not indefinitely though, unless you become a professor. Then you will have the option, even though most of the professors choose to live away from the castle during the summer break," the old wizard replied. Harry nodded and realized that he had nothing to his name now. All he owned was the clothes he had on his person. He knew apprenticeship came with a small stipend, but he could not depend on it. He had an idea to solve that, and he was going to use it.

"In that case, I have a room in mind for my stay at Hogwarts," Harry replied with a small smirk. Dumbledore took one look at his face and chuckled.

"You truly are your father's son."

Harry grinned.

-Break-

If he was going to stay at Hogwarts from now on, there was no other room better than the Room of Requirement. Dumbledore had been left dumbfounded when he got to know about it, but the old wizard did not oppose his choice.

The school year was still in progress, with end-of-year exams going on currently. As such, the school was silent when Harry arrived at Hogwarts with Dumbledore.

"Since the professors are busy right now, I shall introduce you to everyone before dinner tonight. We can take care of the formal introduction before the rest of the school at the end-of-the-year feast if that is fine with you."

Harry would have preferred to bypass it all but he nodded in acceptance. Since he was Dumbledore's apprentice now, it was better to act the part and just go with the flow. It also helped that being known as Dumbledore's apprentice would open several avenues for him which would have otherwise remained closed.

"I shall leave you to rest until the evening then," Dumbledore smiled and walked away, knowing that there was no need to show him around the castle.

Harry reached the seventh floor in no time and made the familiar routine of walking past the wall thrice, smiling when the door appeared. He opened the door and quickly entered, looking around with keen eyes.

The Room of Requirement had a few hidden secrets as well – secrets that he knew and intended to take full advantage of. He walked through the massive racks of items and reached his destination in no time. Levitating the diadem to the floor, Harry quickly cast the Killing Curse. The diadem exploded with vehemence, releasing a loud groan of pain and shaking rows of objects which Harry quickly steadied before they fell over.

One task was done, and it was time to start working toward fixing his finances. He willed the room to make a clearing in the middle before asking it to deposit any precious metals in it. The result was instant. Although not overly excessive, he still managed to procure a few thousand galleons and hundreds of sickles and knuts. He also saw hundreds of jewelry ranging from necklaces to hairpins, rings, earrings, and much more. Those could easily fetch him a few thousand galleons as well. He was in no way loaded like the Malfoys were, but he didn't think he would need to worry about money for a few decades or so if he lived a modest life. Coupled with a few investments he was intending to make, he knew his financial condition would soon be very strong.

"Alright then," Harry muttered as he shrunk everything and conjured a small bag to put it all in. "A few hours to kill. I know what I'd like to do."

The room morphed around him and turned into a replica of his training room at #12 Grimmauld Place. With a smirk, Harry flicked his wand at the training dummy.

-Break-

"I also believe this could be a second chance for you, Harry. A chance to truly enjoy your life."

"A chance to truly enjoy my life, huh?" Harry chuckled as he walked into the fireplace the Room of Requirement made available for him. He vanished in a swirl of emerald flames and emerged from the fireplace of The Three Broomsticks. Looking around, he saw the pub was half full and he took a seat on an empty barstool.

The introductions had gone smoothly, and all the teachers had welcomed him jovially. McGonagall seemed very interested when Dumbledore told them that he was his apprentice, and Harry and his former Head of House had a very nice chat about different aspects of magic.

He ordered some firewhiskey and sat alone, taking a sip every so often and glancing at the witch sitting next to him by herself. He thought about it for a few minutes before releasing a breath. There was no harm in trying his luck.

-Break-

Gwenog Jones had had her trial with the Harpies a few hours ago, and it had left her frustrated. She had been a star chaser for Hufflepuff for six years, but she had never expected professional trials to be so hectic. It had taken her three hours of grueling sessions and finally, she had been told nothing but to wait for them to contact her.

Sighing, she took another sip of her firewhiskey, feeling the bitter liquid slide down her throat. There was nothing else she could do anyway.

"Hey, I'm Harry."

She looked at the man sitting next to her and her eyes took him in. He was handsome, she had to admit and was dressed casually. He had the most striking emerald eyes she had ever seen.

"And you are?" he continued, smiling calmly.

"Gwenog," she replied, shaking his proffered hand.

"So Gwenog, can I buy you a drink?" Harry continued.

She looked at her almost finished glass of firewhiskey before looking at him.

"Anything but firewhiskey or butterbeer will do," she replied, earning a smile.

"Gotcha, two martinis please!" He called out, and Rosemerta, the pretty bartender who looked only a few years older than them looked over and smirked.

"Don't think you'll get lucky tonight just because you bought me a drink," she teased with a wink.

Harry grinned, glad that she was open to flirting and perhaps more. He'd see how it went.

"I'll try not to get my hopes up then," he replied, smirking.

"So what brings you here?" She asked.

"Well," he sighed with a smile. "I guess there's no harm telling you since it'll become common knowledge anyway, but I'm Dumbledore's new apprentice."

Gwenog's eyes bugged out and she stared at him for a long moment.

"You're not kidding?"

He shook his head with a small smile.

"Got settled up in the castle today afternoon. Thought I'd like to get some drinks down in the village. Seems I made the right choice," he replied, looking meaningfully at her. Gwenog chuckled.

"Well, good for you. Old man's taken only one apprentice in his life. You must be something for him to take you as one."

"I try," he chuckled. "What 'bout you?"

Gwenog sighed. "Aspiring chaser. Done trials at Arrows, Bats, and Harpies. Let's see which one calls."

"Chaser, huh?" he mused. "I myself prefer seeker."

"Now that you mention it," she looked him up and down. "You do have the build for one."

Harry smirked at her, and she blushed slightly at the look on his face. Quietly, she grabbed her glass of martini and clanked it with his, taking a small sip.

Drinks flowed between them, one and then another glass of martini disappearing from the counter, and Gwenog was glad that she had taken this stranger up on his offer. The time after the trials felt tedious, but at least Harry had managed to cheer her up somewhat.

"Well, I'm sure one of the three teams would call on you soon," Harry said after a few minutes.

"You're sure, huh? What makes you think that?" She asked, leaning against the counter and looking at him sideways. She gave a small smirk when his eyes glanced at her slightly exposed cleavage.

"Just got a hunch, that's all," he smiled. He knew who Gwenog Jones was. There was no way she was not getting selected by the Harpies. "You know what? Let's make a bet."

"A bet?" She asked as she stepped off the barstool, prompting him to do the same. She saw him put a galleon on the counter and smile at Rosie who winked at them before they started to walk toward the exit.

"Yeah," he replied as they exited the pub. "I say you'll get a call from the Harpies. How 'bout it?"

"Is it just because they're an all women's team?"

"Nah," he replied. "As I said, just a hunch."

Gwenog decided to humor him and chuckled. "Why not? What are the stakes?"

Harry's response was to smirk before he meaningfully looked down at her. It was not hard for her to grasp what he was getting at, and she chuckled.

"Is that so?" She asked coyly, before whispering. "Why ask for it with a bet when you've got me all willing over here?"

Harry's eyes widened slightly before he chuckled. "Is that so?"

"Grab on," she replied and held out her hand for him. The moment he grasped it, she twisted on the spot and apparated with him to her apartment.

The moment they landed on the floor, Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him. He had done it only twice before, once with Cho and once with Ginny, but he found it all coming naturally to him. Her hands grabbed his shoulder as she looked up at him with a smirk before she stood on her tiptoes and mashed her lips against his.

Harry returned the kiss eagerly as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. Gwenog's hands ran down his shoulders to his chest and she slowly started to unbutton his shirt. Harry's hands didn't remain idle. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of her jeans. Gwenog pulled back from the kiss to push his shirt off his body and threw it on the floor before she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her bedroom. She pushed the door close and led him over to the bed, pushing him down on his back.

She smirked at him from the edge of the bed and got on her hands and knees, crawling over him before straddling his waist. She leaned forward, running her hands over his bare chest, teasing his nipples as she bent over to kiss him.

Meanwhile, Harry quickly unbuttoned her shirt and parted it, gently guiding his hands through the slit to caress her bare belly before slowly creeping upward to her bra-clad mounds. Her tits were a perfect handful.

Gwenog moaned into the kiss when he gave them a soft squeeze and she leaned back, sitting on his erection. Smirking, she ground her full, plump rear on his hard length and shrugged off her shirt, throwing it on the floor. She let him enjoy the sight of her bra-clad tits before reaching behind her and unclasping the red lace.

"Ready?" She teased.

"You're killing me here, Gwenog," he groaned when she ground her ass on his length once again.

"You can call me Gwen from now on," she smirked and let the red lace bra drop on his chest, revealing her large, perky tits capped with pointed pink nipples to his hungry gaze.

"Go on," she said, smirking. "You know you want to."

Harry chuckled and reached up to cup her tits and squeezed them. Gwen leaned forward and kissed him once again as Harry squeezed her breasts. His thumb rolled her nipples around before he softly pinched them, making her moan into the kiss. Her hips ground on his erection with intensity, feeling it against her lower lips.

His hands released her tits before he reached behind and cupped her rear over her jeans, squeezing the supple flesh before Gwen pushed herself off him. With a wink, she started working on his belt, unbuckling it before snapping the button of his pants open and dragging them down his legs along with his boxers. Harry helped her take them off. His cock sprang free, and Gwen stared at it, mesmerized.

"I can't wait to have that in me," she said, dropping a soft kiss on the crown and chuckling when it lurched. She smirked at him and licked along the underside of the shaft until she reached the tip and gently prodded it with her tongue before leaning back.

Harry pushed himself on his elbows and sat up on the bed before reaching forward and pushing her down on her back. His fingers did quick work of her jeans, and Gwen lifted her ass off the bed so he could take them off, leaving her in nothing but a matching pair of red lace panties. Reaching forward, Harry spread her legs apart and slid her panties down her legs, taking them off and revealing her wet, pink slit.

Gwen grinned nastily when he took a whiff, and she quickly tackled him. Straddling his waist, she rubbed her naked pussy lips along the underside of his hard-on, coating it in her juices before reaching behind. Grabbing his cock by the base, she lined him up against her entrance and slowly dropped on his cock, moaning as his girth stretched her tight inner walls wide open. She shook slightly as she slid further down, taking as much of his cock inside her until she bottomed out, straddling his cock. Looking down, she gave a breathless laugh.

"Fuck Harry, you're gonna spoil me for any other man," she said as she planted her palms on his chest for support and started to roll her ass on his cock, fucking herself raw over him.

For his part, Harry simply smirked and leaned back, watching the heavenly sight of this curvaceous blonde bouncing up and down on his cock. Her movements intensified with each slam of her ass, and Harry reached upward with his hands, taking her jiggling orbs of tit-flesh in each hand and squeezing vigorously.

"Ah fuck yes…" she groaned. "Squeeze my tits."

Harry eagerly obliged, rolling her nipples under his thumbs as he squeezed her orbs that bounced and trembled within his palms as Gwen bounced eagerly on his cock. Her speed increased, and Harry reached behind her to cup her round arse. Planting his feet on the bed behind her, he lifted his knees and started thrusting upward in tandem with her bounces, fucking her mercilessly.

"OH FUCKKK!" Gwen howled as Harry brutally plowed into her hot, tight depths, slapping his skin against her butt cheeks, feeling them ripple against his hands. Her hands gave away and she dropped forward on his body, smashing her large tits against his chest. Her lips immediately clamped on his in a hungry kiss and Harry eagerly sucked her lower lip as his tongue battled ferociously with hers. He could feel her shaking over him as she moaned into his mouth and he squeezed her round rear to his heart's content, sinking his fingers into the pillowy flesh of her ass as she bucked.

With a high-pitched squeal, Gwen came on his cock. Her whole body seized up as Harry relentlessly thrust inside her. He held her steady over his cock as Gwen rode out her orgasm.

She caught her bearings a few minutes later, kissing him back. Her hands threaded through his hair as she moaned into his mouth. Her body rocked with his powerful thrusts and Harry relished the feeling of her large, perky tits rolling all over his chest. The feeling of her hard, engorged nipples rubbing his chest sent a thrum of pleasure through him.

He felt his climax approaching at a rapid pace, and he grunted as much to warn her. Instead of pulling away, Gwen clutched him firmly to herself and started to meet his thrusts. Her arms pulled his face into her cleavage, and Harry nibbled on her bare skin before he grabbed her tits and began sucking. She clenched her inner walls around his cock and Harry grunted as he erupted inside her.

The head of his cock expanded, shooting a massive load of his hot, thick seed inside her needy quim, and the feeling sent Gwen over the edge once again. She trembled over him as she moaned and Harry kissed her again.

Finally, his cock shot its final load inside her and he lay back, panting. Gwen breathed heavily as she rested over his front. Her head rested on his chest as Harry stroked her naked back, squeezing her pert arse every so often.

"Can I stay the night?" He asked in a breathless voice, and Gwen started giggling.

She pulled back and looked at him with a smirk. "If you fuck me like that, you can stay every night."

Harry chuckled.

"Let's start with tonight first," he said and wrapped his arms around her.

TBC.

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