They did not make it back in time for charms.
By the time that Harry Apparated them to Hogwarts, dropped Su off at the Ravenclaw Dormitory, took an extremely needed shower and changed his clothes, it was already lunch time. Harry seamlessly replaced his doppelganger, catching the last bit of a very excited Hermione's rant.
"—applications are just so varied and exciting! Can you imagine it? So many mundane chores could be accomplished without the use of your hands, freeing them for other things!"
"Like reading, right?" guessed Ginny.
"Of course!" Hermione said, perhaps a bit too quickly.
Ron was staring at something in his lap while Ginny and Neville Longbottom listened to Hermione's monologue. Harry grabbed himself a sandwich, looking curiously at his friend.
"What's this about?" he asked.
The question earned him a funny look.
"Animation charms, of course," Hermione said. "What we just sat through an entire lecture on."
"I guess I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention," Harry admitted.
"Really?" Neville said. "It looked like you were listening pretty closely."
Realizing that it sounded like he was contradicting Harry, his social anxiety immediately acted up, making the boy blush and add, "I could be wrong, though!"
Harry shrugged to show he wasn't offended. "It just didn't really stick with me."
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked. "Do you have a lot on your mind?"
As she asked this, she scooted closer to him, and even lightly touched the back of his hand. Harry blinked. Had she always been so… forward?
"Nothing unusual," he said. "Just a bit of homework that kept me up late."
"We've only had one day of classes," Ginny pointed out.
"Call it extra credit, then." He quickly turned away from the redhead in favor of another one. Ron was being uncharacteristically quiet— and, even more uncharacteristically, was actively holding back from stuffing his face at a mealtime.
He looked dazed, to tell the truth. Harry craned his neck to get a look at what the redhead had in his lap. He found a sizable pile of gold.
As Harry whistled lowly, Ron looked up at him.
"Where'd you get that from?"
"Dad," Ron said, as if he was struggling to believe it himself. "It came this morning by owl, with a letter and everything. He said he heard me arguing with mom about how I didn't like my dress robes. So he told me to order new ones. And he sent all of this."
Harry's eyes scanned how many Galleons were piled up. "I think you could buy a whole new wardrobe with that much."
"Right?" Ron said, looking back down at the gold in his lap. "Right?!"
And then he went back to silently staring at it, determined to discover what the catch was. Harry couldn't help but smile slightly. It seemed the Weasleys were settling into their money.
Hermione quickly wrested back control of the conversation, gushing once more about the many great uses for animation charms. Ginny told her that Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be so happy to see her when Hermione ended up losing half her hair to a badly animated hairbrush because she wanted to read in the morning. People laughed, and even Hermione cracked a smile, but only Harry knew that while Hermione definitely planned to charm her hairbrush, it was the handle-side she was interested in.
In his last life, Hermione had been one of the most skilled witches in the world when it came to these kinds of charms, skills that came from decades of repeated practice. When Hermione found out that magic could breathe life into the inanimate 'toys' she collected, well, she never looked back after that.
Harry had even seen it in effect, on occasion. It was almost emasculating, watching enchanted rubber work so fiercely.
Feeling a tad reckless at the memory, Harry drew his phoenix feather wand underneath the table. He cast a quick, silent animation charm, focusing on the food on Hermione's plate.
She had a helping of roast beef with mashed potatoes and green beans for sides. In her excitement to rant about animation charms, she'd left the food almost untouched. Harry's magic hit the plate, animating it very subtly.
Only Hermione noticed as one green bean gained a life of its own, inching like a caterpillar to reach the roast beef. When it got to the destination, it promptly began jamming one end between two slices, pushing in and back out over and over.
Hermione gasped quietly, but the others were too absorbed in their conversations (or, in Ron's case, the money in his lap) to notice. Hermione couldn't pull her eyes away. After the show went on for thirty seconds, bits of creamy mashed potato slid across the plate, scattering itself around the roast beef slices while the green bean went limp.
"You know, Hermione, I think you're right," Harry said. "The animation charm definitely has its uses."
When she looked up at him, an excited little smile had made its way onto her face, which took visible effort for her to force down. Someone cleared their throat.
Harry turned to find Su Li standing behind him. She had her arms crossed. She seemed to be torn between trying to appear dignified, and rolling her eyes at what he'd been up to."
"Can I borrow Harry?" she asked.
"What do you want with him?" Ginny asked, eyeing the stranger suspiciously.
"To thank him," Su said. "And to catch up."
Harry rose quickly. "I'll catch you guys later."
As he and Su walked away from the Gryffindor table, he heard Ginny asking, "Have those two always known each other?"
"Nice charms work," Su said when they had left the Great Hall, walking without a destination through the school's halls. "Magically nice, I mean. Difficult to pull off an animation charm that well… especially for something so stupid."
"Thank you," Harry said brightly.
Su shook her head, smiling. "You're deplorable."
"Only this time," Harry said, refusing to elaborate.
They climbed the staircase, then another one, turning down an empty hallway. Su was smiling the whole way. Harry wondered if that was normal for her when she wasn't dealing with family crises, or if this was just a good mood because of the night before.
"You said you wanted to thank me?" he prompted. "What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing," Su said bluntly. "That's my problem. You helped me so much. But what can I give to a guy that teleports to China for a stranger and out-duels a mythical beast? So I figured I would just ask. What do you want?"
"You know, I said this in the ministry, but in my books I've already been thanked," Harry said.
"Sex isn't a thank you," Su said stubbornly. "Not when it's that good for me, too. I'm not about to scam the person who saved me."
"Then…" Harry raked his brain. "Maybe keep this whole thing a secret? Especially the whole Nian bit, or the Apparating to China, or my knowing my way around the Department of Mysteries."
But Su just looked at him like he was stupid.
"That was a given," she said. "Besides, it's not like anybody would believe me."
When he didn't speak, Su sighed. "There's got to be something," she said.
Harry tried his hardest to come up with an answer. While he was still drawing blanks, someone called Su's name.
They turned to find Susan Bones jogging up to him, waving her hand above her head. On the topic of gratitude, this was one sight that Harry was very thankful for. He tried not to watch her chest bounce but, well, some things were just too large not to notice.
"There you are," Susan said, breathing a bit heavily. "I couldn't find you this morning. Even your roommates said they hadn't seen you."
"Ah. Yeah. Imagine that," Su said.
Harry looked between them. "You know each other?"
It wasn't like it was impossible, but it was somewhat rare to find close friends from different houses, and this certainly wasn't a pairing he'd seen hanging out in the halls beforebefore.
"I tutor students in charms and Arithmancy," Su admitted. "Susan is one of them. I help them study enough for their grades to improve a bit."
"A bit?" Susan said. "Su, you're a lifesaver! My grades from Professor Vector doubled after I found you! Your lessons are the best five sickles I ever spent."
"I do my best," Su muttered. "But, Susan, you shouldn't need help yet. Arithmancy isn't until tomorrow, and the first charms class can't have been that hard."
"It's a bit different this time, actually," Susan admitted. "It's… I really need to raise my grade in a different class. You're good at Defense, aren't you Su? Aren't you?"
Susan's voice sounded more hopeful than expectant. Maybe even desperate. Su winced.
"That's… my worst subject," Su admitted.
Susan's smile froze in place. "Oh."
"What're you having trouble with?" Harry asked.
Susan had noticed him before, but it was only now, as he asked her something directly, that she came to notice exactly who Su had been walking with. She blushed, remembering the compromising position she and Harry ended up in the last time that they met. It was a testament to just how worried she was about her classes that it took her that long.
"Hi, Harry," she said shyly. "It's nothing that important. I just felt like raising my grades a little… you know?"
Even without the nervous laugh she tacked on at the end, Harry could tell she was hiding something.
So he said, "I'll help."
"Oh, you don't have to—" Susan said quickly.
"But I don't mind," Harry said. "I owe you anyway after that carriage ride. I probably don't have Su's grades, but when it comes to Defense I'm one of the best in our year."
"But I'm sure you're busy—"
"Just let him help, Susan," said Su, who was looking between Harry and the redhead. "It can't hurt. And he's offering."
"Well… alright," Susan said quietly.
Su met Harry's eyes, giving him a look and a nod. Harry didn't think his motives were as impure as she seemed to think they were. He thought they were just a little impure.
"When were you thinking about for these lessons?" Harry asked.
"Hufflepuff has a free period after lunch," Susan said, "but I can't ask you to miss classes—"
"Don't worry about that. I've got it handled," Harry said. "After lunch it is!"
Susan looked a bit taken aback. Su leaned over to him, whispering in his ear.
"Is that alright?" she asked. "After we missed charms this morning, you're going to end up with double detention for skipping…"
"After you missed charms this morning," Harry whispered back.
Su looked lost. "Neither of us were on castle grounds!"
"Ask Flitwick if you don't believe me," he said. Glancing at Susan, he flashed Su a final smile. "I'll see you later— and I promise to think of some way you can pay me back."
It wasn't like he cared himself, but he knew some people hated to be indebted to others. If finding some favor or another would let Su relax about this whole thing, that was what he would do.
Without wasting any more time, he walked to where Susan was waiting for him.
"Lead on," he said, gesturing with his hands. Blushing at the floor, Susan walked a bit ahead of him, moving deeper into the castle.
It seemed like she knew where she was going. Sure enough, Susan took him to a part of the castle less-used than most, stopping in front of a random door. When she opened it, an unused classroom was revealed, although it lacked the grime and clutter Harry was accustomed to from such rooms.
There were quite a few of these around Hogwarts, perhaps a sign that there used to be more students at some point in the past. Most lay under a thick layer of dust and had old desks and chairs stacked off to the sides. This one had been like that at some point, but work had clearly gone into what he saw now.
Liberal cleaning charms dealt with the dust. Chairs and desks had been unstacked, decorated with cushions, and pushed together to make larger surfaces, books and notes stacked on top of them. The room smelled of flowers, a scent that seemed to be coming from a charm, because a cauldron bubbled in the corner, and Harry hadn't yet run into a potion that smelled like daisies.
"Well this is cozy," Harry remarked.
"My roommates and I found this place," Susan admitted. "It wasn't being used by anyone, so we kind of moved in. We do our homework here a lot. When I started doing lessons with Su, it just made sense to use this place."
Susan was still standing somewhat awkwardly. To set her at ease, Harry walked to some of the cushions set along the floor, dropping onto them.
"So!" he said. "What exactly are you having trouble with?"
"It's not so much that I'm having trouble with anything yet," Susan said. "But Alastor Moody is a famous Auror, and he's teaching us now! I have to impress him. No matter what."
"Do you want to be an Auror?" Harry asked.
"Not exactly."
"Then why do you have to impress Moody?"
"I don't want to be disappointing," Susan muttered. A moment later, she straightened, brightening a bit. "I know! I made notes on the things I had the most questions about! They should be somewhere…"
She paced around the room, shifting papers on the desks and checking stacks on the floor. Harry watched her chest flatten against the surface of a table as she leaned over it, so big that it got in the way of such a simple task. She moved on moments later, bending down to check a different stack as her robes drew tight at the back.
Harry cleared his throat, standing up before he got too distracted.
"I'll help you look," he offered, heading for the far side of his room.
"What? No, that's okay—!" Susan said quickly.
She tried to jump in front of him, but clumsily tripped over her ankles, falling forward. Harry caught her, and she steadied herself on the table Harry planned to search, rattling open a box that had been shut.
As the top slid off, Harry saw it was full of vials of pearly cream-colored liquid. There were at least eight of them, and while Harry was far from a potions expert, he was familiar enough with this one to recognize it on sight. He glanced over at the bubbling cauldron in the corner. Sure enough, the contents had the same consistency and color.
It almost looked like men's semen, which was ironic, because this potion's only purpose was to render that substance useless.
Susan was redder than her hair, but Harry smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't tell a soul. Consider my lips silenced."
"I haven't used them!" Susan cried out.
"But you plan to, right?"
"Well…"
Harry laughed. "Relax, Susan. It's perfectly normal at this age. Although most girls just buy it, rather than brewing their own stock in an abandoned classroom."
Susan groaned, straightening and patting down her robes. She still looked embarrassed, but that was an improvement over how mortified she first appeared.
"I'd love to be able to buy it," she admitted. "Do you know how long this took to brew?"
"Then why don't you?" Harry asked.
"I can't," she moaned. "My Aunt would kill me!"
That pulled Harry up short. "Amelia Bones?" he asked, unable to stop himself from picturing Tonks in that form, naked and orgasming on his cock.
"You know her?" Susan asked.
"I've heard of her. But I didn't know that she was on a crusade against contraceptives."
"It's not just contraceptives!" Susan moaned. "You know what she told me the moment I turned ten? 'You will not be bringing any boys into my house until you're at least twenty-five!' I won't even be living with her by the time I'm twenty-five. And I was ten! What kind of things did she think I was getting up to?"
Harry patted her back, but Susan was on a roll now, and she showed no sign of stopping.
"She's just too much! I haven't even had my first kiss! I've only held hands with a boy one time, and it was Professor Lupin trying to calm me down after the Boggart lesson! Hannah and Megan convinced me to help brew our own stock… But what am I even supposed to do with it? Who would want to sleep with an ignorant girl like me?"
Harry opened his mouth, before slowly shutting it again. Somehow, he didn't think this was the right time to tell her that almost every boy in their year had fantasized about her more than once. Susan looked on the verge of tears, so Harry moved from patting her back to rubbing circles into it.
Susan sniffed. "My Aunt expects so much out of me," she muttered. "I think… Well, I'm the only family she has left, so I guess I got all of her expectations. I don't want to let her down."
"You aren't," Harry said firmly. "You're trying so hard to get good grades for her. And this sort of stuff?" He gestured toward the contraceptive potions. "It's just a way to relieve stress. Sometimes that's as important as studying."
"Maybe you're right." Susan laughed. "It's not like it matters, anyway. I made them, but I don't know any boys. It's not like I'll actually use them."
The room went quiet. They both stood there, Susan smiling bitterly at the potions while Harry's hand paused as it rubbed her back.
Finally, Harry cleared his throat.
Susan's head twisted to look at him as if seeing him for the first time. She eyed him from head to toe, taking in Harry's muscled frame and sharp jaw, her eyes finally settling on his face.
"You mean…?"
"I said I would help you study," Harry said. "Whether you want to learn defense or how to make love, I'm hardly interested in backing out."
"Oh," Susan said quietly.
Then she tried to kiss him.
'Tried' being the key word, because despite earnestness and enthusiasm that no one could fault, Susan missed.
At least, Harry was pretty sure that she did. That was the only explanation he could imagine for why her puckered lips were mashed against his jaw an inch and a half away from his mouth.
He had to give her credit, Susan was giving this her all. She didn't even notice that her aim had been skewed. Her eyes were shut, and she continued pressing her lips against his chin until he eased her away.
She opened her eyes, a thrilled smile forming, only to freeze as she saw where her lipstick ended up. She looked back and forth between his mouth and the red mark at least five times, trying to find some proof that she hadn't done what she just did.
"Here," Harry said gently.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in. He squeezed her lower back, keeping it classy (for now) and kissed her firmly, taking the lead this time.
Only slowly did he get their tongues involved, easing into it in a way that Susan could keep up with. The feeling of her breasts pressing his chest made his body demand that he speed up, but he refused, unwilling to rush Susan.
He slid one hand down her back onto her butt. Susan stiffened in his arms, then relaxed. Her tongue stroked his with even more enthusiasm. Harry's other hand dropped to her backside, squeezing her through her robes, only making her lean into him more.
When their lips separated, Harry maintained his grip. Susan looked in danger of passing out.
"Wow," she muttered.
Harry just smiled.
He lifted her, setting her down on the table, stepping forward so that she could wrap her legs around him. Susan was still sloppy, but she followed his lead with plenty of enthusiasm. Harry reached up, holding onto her breasts. Susan squeaked… but he felt her nod.
His fingers squeezed, making her body ooze between them. Susan moaned, breaking their kiss and burying her face into the crook of his neck. Harry continued molding her flesh, making sure not to get too excited and overwhelm her. The table shook beneath them as Susan trembled. Yet he suddenly felt her teeth, biting his neck to help her cope with the stimulation from his fingers.
Harry gradually increased the strength he squeezed her with. Yet as much force as he applied, there seemed to be no end to how deep he could sink. Wet slurping sounds echoed up to his ear as Susan got her lips involved in the hickies she was leaving on him. He slipped one arm behind her, summoning a full potion from the storage box.
As if she sensed something, Susan pulled away from his neck, looking up at him. Harry uncorked the potion and tilted it forward. In an effort not to allow any to spill, Susan wrapped her lips around the neck of the bottle. Harry didn't think she even realized how suggestive it looked.
But the fact remained that Susan was looking up at him, maintaining eye contact from below, while she hollowed her cheeks and placed her lips around a cylindrical object. She swallowed every last drop of what Harry knew to be a bitter potion, her throat bulging repeatedly with each dutiful gulp. Harry's underwear tightened to almost painful proportions.
Susan gasped as she finished the potion and found her mouth free once more. As soon as she had her breath, she peeked at Harry.
"Did I do good?" she asked.
Harry scooped her up on the spot, making Susan yelp. He carried her like a voluptuous princess, dropping her onto the comfortable cushions he first sat on. Her chest recoiled as she landed with a cute squeak. She looked up just in time to watch Harry shed his robe.
The outer layer came off first, followed by his shirt, which he pulled over his head. Susan blushed as she stared at his chiseled chest. When he dropped his pants, she actually covered her eyes.
The effect was ruined by the way she immediately peeked through her fingers to get a look at his manhood. She had a good view, considering the way Harry immediately dropped to his knees between her legs.
He peeled off her clothes one article at a time. Susan wiggled and shifted when needed. Her gorgeous features were almost shining, like they were designed to display this mix of nerves and excitement. When only her underwear was left, Harry bent forward to unclasp her bra.
The position had the side effects of leaving their faces inches apart while his stiff cock brushed Susan's exposed stomach. She suddenly grabbed the back of his head, kissing him, and this time, she didn't miss.
Harry's fingers unlatched her bra. When she released his head and broke the kiss, he pulled back, taking her bra with him. Susan tried to cover her breasts, but pitting five fingers against each of those was a bigger mismatch than Colin Creevey trying to duel Voldemort.
As he pulled down her panties, Susan pressed her thighs together, reflexively attempting to shield her slit behind auburn muff. Harry continued kneeling, watching and waiting, even though both felt like torture. He forced himself to stay inactive until he saw Susan relax. Slowly, she let go of her breasts, allowing large inverted nipples to come into view at the tip of each huge mound. At the same time, her legs unclenched, relaxing until her quim came into view.
Harry descended on her.
He didn't try anything fancy. No elaborate positions, aggressive tricks, or fast starts. He pushed his cock against her, scowly inserting it while he put his weight forward, planting his hands on the cushion Susan was laying on. He remained above her, allowing her to wrap her arms around his head and her legs around his waist. Then he eased his way inside her.
Susan gasped. Her arms squeezed. She hurled her head back, trying to stifle the whimper she let out.
Harry bent down, kissing her again.
"When you're ready," he promised after releasing her lips.
She nodded timidly.
Susan shut her eyes. Her breathing was still heavy, but it gradually leveled out. Her arms and legs relaxed, returning to their original looser grip, rather than how hard they clenched as pain shot through her body. Finally, Susan met his eyes. Harry knew it was time.
His hips started to rise and fall, making the cushion beneath them puff out at the sides. Susan's voice started again, but now it wasn't tinged with pain, only filled with pleasure. She hadn't broken eye contact. Her features twisted, giving Harry a soulful look while he plunged through her.
It wasn't just her breasts— her whole body was soft, from the thighs pressing into Harry's sides to the forearms resting on the back of his neck. She was more like a cushion than the one she was laying on. But of course, as nice as the rest of her was, her chest was still the best part.
Even though Harry was sticking to a mellow pace, her breasts bounced in circles from the rocking of their bodies. They shook and swelled under even the slightest of movements. Harry couldn't hold back. He dropped his head, biting to his heart's content while he thrusted into her.
Instead of pushing him away, Susan groaned and pulled him tighter, choking him in her warm and squishy embrace. Harry marked her body dozens of times over. He was sure her breasts would bruise after this… just like his neck would. That was fine by him. Neither of them wanted to forget this in a hurry.
As lovely as a death by titties would've been, Harry was eventually forced to yank his head up for air. Susan's expression had changed. It almost looked like she was in pain again.
"Cumming!" she gasped out.
Her first orgasm with a man encompassed her entire body. Her toes curled while her diaphragm shook. Harry felt the warm pressure of her fluids engulfing his member, watching the way her pockmarked breasts jiggled as she spasmed. When he continued fucking after this, Susan's voice erupted from her throat, twice as loud as before.
"You're so much better than my fingers!" Susan cried. "Even my toys can't compare! Take me, Harry! Oh make me yours!"
Really, there was no reason to ask him for the obvious.
Susan's legs tightened around him, holding him as close as possible while his hips rose and fell. Harry could feel this was her first time just from the way she was squeezing him. She was so wet, so warm, so inviting.
He grunted as he forced himself to hold back, extending their coetus by more than ten minutes as he focused completely on making his body rise and fall, tuning out the rest. He held out well… until Susan jolted up.
She pulled herself forward, stuffing her breasts in his face. Harry sucked them reflexively, too surprised but Susan's first proactive move to react. So much warm flesh in his face proved the final straw. He came, Susan's legs pinning him deep inside her, putting the contraceptive potion to good use as her insides flooded.
Even after he came, Susan refused to let go. She dropped back on the cushion, pulling him with her, cradling his head against her bust like it was a pillow. Neither of them spoke.
"Are you available next Tuesday?" Susan finally asked, her voice hoarse.
His head still flat against her breasts, Harry said, "I can think of at least two reasons to make sure my schedule's cleared."
Long after they had risen and Harry helped Susan clean up, he was thinking about their next appointment. It wasn't just daydreams about what kind of sex would be involved, either, but about what an appointment like this could represent. By the time he left the Hufflepuff hangout room, he'd made his mind up.
O-O-O
"Su!" Harry called out.
The petite Ravenclaw stopped in the hallway, looking back at him.
"Harry," she greeted warmly. "How was the lesson with Susan?"
"Excellent," he said. "Hey, listen. I think I know how you can repay your favor."
Su perked up immediately, waiting with rapt attention.
"I'm thinking about getting into tutoring. Like you do, but with a slightly different subject. Maybe you can help me get set up…"