Everybody Talks

"You sure this is safe?" Ginny asked. They were sitting in a grove of trees near the lake, not too far from her and Harry's 'spot'.

"Perimeter charms. Notice-me-not charm. Muffliato. And we have the Marauder's map right here." Hermione listed "The only person who'd be listening in is your boyfriend, Ginny."

"Our boyfriend." Ginny corrected. It had been a week since Harry and Luna's first time, and two weeks since the night of pleasure he and Hermione had shared, yet it was easy to slip into old habits. The need to hide the extent of their relationship in public was surely at fault. Hermione and Luna were getting by on stolen private moments while Ginny had the freedom to be affectionate with Harry in public.

"That sounds lovely." Luna beamed. "I'm so happy that we get to share Harry. I think I'm in love with him."

"The sex is good, isn't it?" Ginny smirked knowingly. Luna had been even more taken with Harry after they'd had sex. She was completely smitten- if Harry asked her to jump, Luna would no doubt respond 'How high?'.

"Yeah." Luna smiled dreamily. "Soo good. When do you think Harry would want me to suck his cock again?"

Ginny cocked her head "Right now, actually." Luna began to get up, prompting Ginny to follow up quickly with "But don't go!"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh, get off that high horse. You love it too." Ginny sniped.

"Sorry." Hermione apologized. "Old habits."

"What's your favorite part?" Luna asked her "I never would have guessed it, but I love it when he cums in my mouth. I love how he tastes, and feels, and how his cock throbs…" She trails off, seemingly lost in the fantasy.

Hermione blushed "This isn't exactly what I wanted to talk about, but" She smiled shyly "I really love it when he cums in my… pussy, especially when he finish together. I guess you already sort of know, but I can sort of 'feel' magic, and Harry's magic, when he cums…"

"Oh. Wow!" Luna said "That's really interesting! It sounds like you have a gift."

"I've been reading up on it. Apparently, some people are particularly sensitive to magic, and can sense it like I seem to be able to, but the book didn't mention anything… sexual."

"I doubt it would." Ginny said offhandedly "Remember, sex magic is kind of forbidden. Wizards are prudes."

"So what's your favorite part of having sex with Harry." Luna asked Ginny.

"Well, I kind of have an advantage. I can feel everything Harry feels, and Merlin."

Hermione's eyes lit up in interest "I've been very curious about that. So you think sex is better for Harry than for you?"

Ginny sighed "Its sort of hard to tell, when his feelings are my feelings and vice versa everything sort of just blends together."

"But…" Hermione prompted.

"My orgasms last for longer, and before we bonded it took longer for him to er, recover. But his cock, it just feels so fucking good. It's so satisfying to feel it get hard, to penetrate something, and uh ejaculate."

"Hm, it sounds like a lot of it is psychological" Hermione reasoned, Ginny just shrugged.

"So that's why you came so much when Harry and I had sex." Luna noted.

"Yeah." Ginny smiled "That was sort of an experiment. I didn't touch myself at all and just let myself feel what Harry felt."

"I hope that I get linked to Harry like that." Luna breathed "I can't imagine how sex could feel better than it does now, but…"

"That's something I wanted to talk about." Hermione steered "I've been working out how this bonding process works, mechanistically."

"Shouldn't Harry be here for this?" Ginny asked.

"Isn't he?" Hermione responded "I mean, tell me he isn't listening. Really, this is to make people less suspicious." By people, it was implicitly understood that she meant Dumbledore "Having Harry disappear with us might raise some eyebrows if we don't mix it up a bit."

Fair point. They thought together.

"Based on the arithmancy of the ritual, and how I set it up, there are five different properties of this bond, each corresponding with one of the runes in the ritual. Physical, emotional, intellectual, spiritual, magical." Hermione paused, making sure they were following along.

"What does this actually mean?" Ginny asked.

"Well, most of it is pretty self explanatory. The physical aspect means you feel what the other feels. Emotional means you can feel each other's emotions. Intellectual is, well telepathic communication. The magical aspect is something I'm still working on. We've already seen that you can lend each other magic, but I'm wondering if there's more to it. I thought you might see an increase in each other's magical core, but so far we haven't really seen much of that."

"I haven't noticed a difference in Harry and Ginny's Zimbeels, but that should be too surprising." Luna added "It takes a long time for magical cores to grow. I'd imagine it'd be quite a shock to the system if it happened all at once."

"Oh." Hermione said "Uh, where did you see this?"

"All around Hogwarts. Everyone's magic grows over time, but I usually only see the differences in Zimbeels when people come back from summer break."

Hermione nodded uncertainly "Alright. Well, we'll keep an eye out for that. The spiritual aspect of the bond is what has me at a loss. I don't suppose you have any ideas Ginny?"

Ginny just shrugged "Nothing comes to mind." Harry silently agreed. "What do you think it could be?"

"Well it sounds like it could be terribly esoteric. So I'm not convinced it'd be something obvious. I'm awfully curious though."

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Hermione had been debating this with herself all week. Intellectually, she knew she probably shouldn't indulge in this. Exams were right around the corner, and she needed every bit of focus she had to pass them.

Okay, that was a lie, she could pass them with her eyes closed, but she wanted to do more than just get an acceptable.

But… she'd already done her homework for the weekend. Just spending one day with his magic running through her couldn't hurt, right? Besides, how was she supposed to understand something if she wasn't going to let herself experience it?

She put aside the fact that she had decided not to go through with it before Harry had taken her aside into a broom cupboard and snogged her senseless. Her resolve broke at the way his body pressed against hers, including his erection, throbbing with magic against her hip. And when her lips latched onto his neck, she could feel his magic running through his veins. Between the two of them, they managed to get his shirt off, and Hermione could feel the hum of his magic just under his skin. She wanted to strip and press her bare skin against his, just so she could feel it.

She'd been ready to do whatever he wanted when Harry said "'Mione, we need to stop. Ginny says Seamus and Dean and looking for me."

For a split second, Hermione was gripped by desperation. "No!"

"'Mione…" Harry entreated, but she denied him with an aggressive kiss. She brought her hand to his crotch and rubbed his erection through his pants.

"We could get caught."

"I don't care. Ginny can cover for us." Hermione insisted as she unbuttoned his pants and shoved a hand down his boxers. She nearly moaned as her hand closed around his throbbing shaft.

"'Mione! What's gotten into you!" Harry squawked. He hadn't tried to stop her, however. In fact, his body was working with her, his hips twitching forward as she stroked him. She very much enjoyed seeing how he reacted to her against his own will.

"You did, Harry." Hermione purred. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy this." Her mouth descended on the head of his shaft. Harry let out a ragged moan as her mouth teased his head "Tell me you want this."

"I do." Harry admitted. Hermione took him completely within her mouth- her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. Hermione couldn't hold back her moan at the sensation of his cock, and his magic, throbbing in her mouth, and the vibrations from her moan reverberated through his shaft provoking a curse from Harry. "Fuck! I do!"

Her hands went to fondle his testicles. She noted again, how they seemed to burn with magic like hot coals, but also how soft and delicate they were. She brought her mouth downwards, kissing down his shaft, down to his balls. Hermione felt powerful like this. She was completely in control of his pleasure, with his most sensitive parts completely vulnerable to her.

She could practically taste his magic, it felt as if it churning and boiling within his testicles. She moaned, burying her head into his crotch as she caressed the delicate orbs with her lips and tongue. She focused on them one at a time, engulfing one into her mouth (moaning at her proximity to his magic) before moving onto the next. As she did this, she evenly stroked his shaft with one hand, using her saliva as lubrication. Periodically, Hermione would relubricate him by taking his cock back into her mouth, before letting it out with a pop.

Harry slumped against the wall, letting Hermione do what she would and letting the pleasure from her eager attention wash over him. His soft gasps turned to needy moans each time her mouth enveloped him. Each time she did so, her tongue would expertly swirl around his achingly sensitive head and frenulum. Then she'd go deeper until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and the entirety of his manhood was trapped in her mouth. As she withdrew, she applied suction, delighting in the way that it made Harry's moans warble.

Sensing he was getting close and getting impatient, Hermione withdrew and quickly removed her blouse and bra, enjoying the glazed over look in Harry's eyes. "Sit." She told him, using the same tone of voice she would when cajoling him into studying.

"'Mione" Harry moaned, feeling irrationally bad about not returning the favor for her blowjob. "What about you-" Hermione silenced him, quite effectively, by crouching over him and heaving one of her breasts into his face, specifically his mouth. Harry, almost reflexively, began to lick and suck on her tit.

"Harry. You're sweet." Hermione said warmly "But once you cum inside of me, I will too." Of course, Harry couldn't respond because as she said this she was insistently pressing her breasts against his mouth. Meanwhile, she'd reached down with her hand to grab his cock, and was now circling his frenulum with her thumb. Hermione was thrilled by Harry's muffled moans. "You know, if you stopped fighting it and just let go, this would all go easier." She chided. "But I know you Harry. You're stubborn. You wouldn't just give your cum to me. You're going to make me take it."

With that, Hermione plunged herself onto him, sheathing his shaft entirely within her in one stroke. Her breasts swung from Harry's mouth, but Harry quickly cupped them with his hands, teasing her nipples with his fingers.

They both moaned unabashedly at the rush of sensation, but Hermione in particular was deeply affected, perhaps in part because she'd hadn't been intimate with him for several days. She had felt in control, up until when she rammed herself onto Harry's penis. It wasn't until then that she realized just how aroused- how dripping wet and aching- she had gotten from pleasuring him, and how quickly having his cock, throbbing with magical potency, inside of her could undo her.

She rested with his length fully sheathed within her as she struggled to master herself, and Harry picked up on the change. "I'm not sure if you'd like the results of I 'let go'" Harry growled "Actually, I think you rather would."

His meaning was clear. Hermione had more or less pieced together the rest of her and Harry's first night together. How he had carried her, nearly comatose from exhaustion, covered and dripping with drool, sweat, and sexual fluids back to her dorm. Harry's brilliantly green eyes bored into hers intensely, and Hermione suddenly felt out of her depth. She whimpered as his intensity triggered an electric tingle that ran down her spine. Her body shuddered, including her core muscles, which fluttered around his cock.

"Are you going to move. Or shall I?" Harry asked.

Hermione began moving. Despite the fact that she was riding him, the power dynamic was completely different than what it was not even a minute ago. It wasn't even that Harry had become aggressive. He seemed content to mostly just let her work, stroking and kissing her at every opportunity, but not trying to physically overpower her (though she knew he undoubtedly could).

Whimper after whimper left her mouth as she struggled to hold herself back. She could feel Harry's magic, he was close to the edge which made it all the more difficult for her. His magic pulsed brilliantly with his heartbeat. It was most powerful in his cock, but Hermione could now also feel it more faintly throughout the rest of his body.

Hermione couldn't best Harry's iron will, which could stand up to even Voldemort's imperious curse. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she let another broken whimper loose- despite her best efforts, she was breaking. "Please!" She begged, though for what, she had no idea.

Harry wrapped her in his arms, pressing her into his bare chest. "It's okay 'Mione." He crooned "Let go for me."

She came, and as she tipped over the edge. She trembled in Harry's arms and twitched around his cock, as if begging him to release himself into her, but Harry stayed firm. He silenced her whimpered please with a firm kiss, wiping her tears away tenderly as she fell apart for him.

As she came down, Hermione realized how warm and safe she felt in his arms. She felt… small, and vulnerable, and protected by him, his comforting strength and his magic. Still, she had been left wanting. "H-harry" She entreated, her previous bravado a mere memory "Please cum in me."

"All you had to do was ask." He told her, and promptly lifted her up. The ease at which he foisted her up and pinned her to the wall sent tingles down her spine. He could have done that at any point before. The only reason she'd been in control before was because he'd let her. Harry was usually so gentle and kind with his friends that it was easy to forget just how much stronger than her he was. His eyes shone with power, determination, and lust. Hermione shuddered, knowing that he was about ravage her.

All she could do was cling to him as he fucked her unrelentingly. Her hands gripping his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist, but beyond that she could do little more but moan and tremble as he pounded into her. She could tell he was reaching his breaking point, and she began begging him again. She wanted it. She craved it. She needed it.

He came. His magic poured into her, setting off an avalanche that would shake her psyche to its core.

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"I'm sorry that you and Ron haven't made up yet." Susan said sympathetically.

Harry looked up from his notes and gave her a wan smile "Yeah. It's like the bloody Triwizard tournament again. He just gets so jealous. It's frustrating."

Susan's expression turned pensive "He wasn't the only one who was a prat about that." She admitted "I should've spoken up, but…"

"You didn't know me that well." Harry assured, "I understand."

Susan shook her head "It wasn't that. I knew better! I knew I shouldn't have worn that stupid badge. It's just, everyone else in my house felt like you betrayed them, and I just couldn't- no." She corrected herself "Didn't want to be at odds with everyone else."

"Well, we can't all be Gryffindors." Harry teased lightly.

"Oh, shut up." Susan grumbled "I'm trying to be serious."

"And I'm trying to tell you that it's all water under the bridge. After fifth year. I know I can trust you. Absolutely." Harry responded.

"Does that mean that you're going to tell me what's going on with you, eventually?" Susan asked.

"Err, what do you mean?" Harry was a little concerned about where the conversation seemed to be headed. At least no one would over hear them, since he'd cast muffiato when they'd first started studying.

"Well for a few weeks there, you, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were acting like you were going to a funeral. But then your mood turns around on a dime, and… well." She struggled "You and Ginny and Demelza have that thing. And I'm not certain, but I think Hermione and Luna are in on it too."

Harry's jaw dropped. Wow, she's giving Hermione a run for her money. Ginny commented.

"Am I at least close to the mark?"

"Well. Yes." Harry admitted, which was followed by Susan slamming both hands on the table.

"No way. You and Ginny. And Demelza. And Hermione. And Luna?"

"There's a very good reason, why we're doing this."

"Oh Merlin! It has something to do with You-know-who doesn't it?"

"Voldemort." Harry corrected. "And yes."

"Wait. Is that what, this is?" Susan gasped in realization "You're trying to induct me into whatever coven you're forming."

Harry gawked at her. You know, if she'd been friends with you, Ron, and Hermione earlier, I bet you guys would have figured out what was going on with Quirrell and… me a lot sooner.

"Well?"

Harry looked down "You're right. I'm sorry." He sighed "I can leave you alone, if you'd like."

"I'm not upset, Harry." Susan told him "At least not yet. Because I know you have a really, really good reason for doing this. Besides, there's no way that you'd have Ginny and Hermione on board otherwise."

For a split second, Harry was indecisive. He could leave Susan in the dark and hope that she put up with his secrecy. Or...

"You have to understand, Susan, this is incredibly important. You can't tell this to anyone. Or talk about it anywhere without making certain you can't be overheard." Harry told her.

"You don't have to tell me." Susan said understandingly "I can trust you for now."

"I trust you too, Susan. Which is why I'm willing to tell you now, if you're up to it."

"Up to it?"

"If I tell you this. You're part of the war."

"I already am, Harry. My aunt is dead. My entire family is. I put my lot in with you when I joined Dumbledore's Army." Susan's eyes shone with sincerity.

"Alright, come with me." Harry led her to the hidden study lounge, and after they'd gotten situated sitting next to each other on a couch, Harry began. "Well, first I should tell you that er, I am the chosen one."

"Is that what the battle in the Department of Mysteries was about?"

"Yes. There's a prophecy that basically says that one of us has to kill the other." He decided to omit the part about the power he knows not, the information was still rather sensitive and not directly relevant. "But that's not exactly the reason why we're making this…"

"Coven." Susan supplied.

Harry didn't like the word, but he supposed it was better than pretty much any alternative.

Harem. Ginny suggested cheekily.

"So erm, Voldemort left a piece of his soul in me after he killed my parents."

Susan paled. "What does that mean?"

"Well. He left pieces of his soul in a few other objects. They're called horcruxes. Basically, he can't be killed completely until every horcrux is destroyed. Including, well. Me."

Susan eyed him shrewdly "But you've figured a way around that. I gather. A way that involves having sex with many witches."

"Yeah." Harry affirmed "Hermione figured it out. It's a soul bonding ritual. If I do it seven times… well the Horcrux is destroyed and I get to live."

Susan gaped at him.

"Yeah. It's crazy. I know. My entire life is insane."

"And you want me to help save your life." Susan managed.

Harry sighed. "Yeah."

"By bonding myself to you forever."

Harry looked down, ashamed. Ginny was mentally shouting at him to shut up, but he knew he had to say this. "I know how this looks. It's incredibly selfish and I wouldn't blame you if you just walked away right now. But-" He sighed "If you did this, I would do everything in my power to make sure you were happy, and give you as much power over your life as possible. Even if you wanted to become involved with another man, I'd understand."

Susan regarded Harry, who looked truly guilty and miserable. She'd promised herself to not stand by again when she could help. She'd promised herself that she would stand up for what's right. She had promised Harry that he could trust her. But now her word was being put to the test. He was asking her to give her life to him, put aside every other possible path and tie herself to him. To save his life.

It was, at the heart of it, a simple choice.

Harry nearly jumped when he felt Susan's fingers turn his chin upwards. They'd barely touched each other before this, aside from the occasional quick hug, but her touch was… intense. Grounding.

He looked up, and her eyes met his- shining with compassion. "Everyone deserves to be selfish every once in a while, Harry. You don't have to feel guilty for trying not to die."

"Thank you."

"You've spent a long time being selfless, Harry" Susan steeled herself "I-I think it's time that I be the selfless one for a change."

"You mean…"

"Yes. I'll do it. I'll save you."

"Thank you."

"Hell, it's not like I had my eyes on any blokes anyway. Well, I was kind of hoping that Ginny would be an idiot and dump you." Susan joked.

Fat chance of that.

"You were?" Harry blurted out in surprise.

You're so oblivious Harry. Ginny teased. Why did you think we put her name on the list?

Susan rolled her eyes "Yeah." She told him, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You just never seemed interested."

"It wasn't that I wasn't interested, it literally never occurred to me as an option." Harry explained, before realizing that that might sound bad "I mean, it's not that… you're not. You're lovely, Susan. It's just that I'm oblivious when it comes to girls and can't see what's right in front of me. Just ask Ginny."

Susan giggled. "Thanks? I guess. I'd hope that desperation isn't the only reason you chose me."

"It's not!" Harry assured "Like I said- I trust you. I like spending time with you. You're straight up brilliant and you can read me like a book. And…" Harry's eyes flickered down Susan's body briefly before returning to her face. She had noticed of course, and smirked slightly.

"You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself, Harry." She responded, blushing slightly. "So, this is a little weird. When would we need to start becoming intimate? You seemed to move pretty quickly with Hermione, Luna, and Demelza."

"That's entirely at your pace." Harry told her "We need to make sure we have both an emotional and physical connection before we do the ritual anyway." Harry paused thoughtfully. "Er, to be honest there's a lot that I need to explain."

Much later, after going through most of the details of the bonding process and their situation, Harry noticed that the two of them were much closer together than they had been. They'd sidled up to each other, and now their bodies were nearly pressed together.

Susan had noticed as well, by the way she was grinning up at him. "So we're taking things at my pace, then?"

"Of course." Harry told her "I'm not going to pressure you into anything."

Susan shook her head smiling "Whatever I want?" She brought her hand to his cheek, turning his head toward her, and Harry (finally) realized what she was getting at.

"Whatever you want." He vowed "So what is it that you want?"

"Kiss me." Susan requested, and Harry obliged. Harry at this point was quite an experienced kisser, he'd perfected the short casual kisses that he and Ginny often shared in public and he knew too how to kiss a girl senseless, plundering her mouth, but perhaps his favorite was taking it slow and sensual. Susan melted into Harry as he kissed her deeply, molding their mouths together.

When he withdrew Susan appeared stunned. "Oh. Uh. Wow."

Harry grinned, a tad cocky, but he didn't have time to respond before Susan eagerly rejoined their lips. Harry savored every involuntary noise he was able to coax from her. He kissed down her neck and was rewarded by a soft moan when he reached her collarbone.

"Okay. I can see why the others went so quickly with you." Susan panted.

"Why?" Harry murmured into her ear.

Susan shivered in response to his voice, husky and seductive in her ear. "You're good at this." She admitted "Don't stop."

Harry didn't. He kissed her again and again. His hands caressed her body, but didn't journey anywhere inappropriate. Susan pulled herself up, so that she was sitting across Harry's lap. There was no doubt that she felt his erection against her thigh.

"How far do you want to go?" Harry asked.

"How far do you want to go?" Susan countered.

"I said whatever you want. I figured that implied…"

Susan's eyes lit up in excitement and desire. She wanted to, but there was hesitation as well. "Maybe a little further…" She said tentatively, as her fingers began to work the buttons of his uniform shirt.

Harry grinned in response, and he tipped her down onto the couch, so that he was above her. "Let me know when you want to stop." Harry told her as he began to unbutton her own shirt. Susan giggled, they were both trying to unbutton the other's shirt, which made the process even more difficult. "Okay, these things are annoying."

Harry frowned, it was a bad job. Just rip it off. Ginny suggested.

It wasn't a bad idea.

Susan squeaked as Harry pulled her shirt apart suddenly and several of her buttons popped off and onto the floor, but Susan couldn't bring herself to worry. Because she suddenly felt incredibly hot, and vulnerable, and needy. Harry was looking at her now. His hungry gaze seemed to set her flesh aflame. "You're lovely. So sexy." He said under his breath.

She'd never thought of herself that way- sexy, desirable. She wasn't bad looking in her own estimation- but rather plain. However, she couldn't deny the way he was looking at her, or the desire in his voice. Susan's fingers trembled as she attempted to undo the last of his buttons, until Harry's firm hands took over. With her hands now free Susan ran them over his chest and torso, enjoying the feel of his solid muscles.

Merlin, he was a specimen. He had not an ounce of spare fat, instead sporting lean, defined muscle that suited him perfectly. She couldn't help but think of how many girls would be envious of her right now. Getting intimate with the handsome, rich, famous hero who happened to be the wizarding world's savior. Hell, she suspected that even the likes of Greengrass (heh, both of them) and Parkinson would love to bed the Chosen One, if only for bragging rights.

Susan couldn't help but let out a laugh, because none of them would. None of them bothered to look behind the fame to see who Harry Potter really was. It had taken Susan five years, but someone like Romilda Vane might never.

"What's funny?"

"Oh, just thinking about how many witches would kill to be in my position right now."

"Really?" Harry asked, and bless his heart, he seemed genuine.

Susan laughed again. "C'mere you doofus." She said affectionately, pulling him down for another kiss. It was comforting, really. Despite the fact that he was building a coven, he wasn't losing himself. She hadn't expected to feel so at ease her first time being so intimate with someone- but she was. She felt warm and safe, and loved in his arms.

Harry grew bolder with his hands, caressing her thighs and moving upwards and inwards, hiking up her skirt as he did so. She felt unbearably hot, like a pot about to boil over, but nowhere more so than in her core. Harry's hands ran up her inner thigh, right up to her crotch. Susan parted her legs for him, silently urging him onward, but he pulled back.

Then Susan realized, he was taking his cues from her. "Harry. I want more."

"How much more?" Harry asked.

A few minutes ago, Susan wouldn't have even imagined going all the way with Harry. Okay, she could definitely have imagined it, but she never thought she'd actually go through with it. She was the sole heir of an Ancient and Noble House, her Aunt had drilled into the responsibilities and expectations that were on her shoulders. True, she'd never cared much for those standards, or fitting into 'high society', preferring the sincere friendships she had with her House-mates.

Her Aunt was probably rolling in her grave right now. Possibly her parents too. Having sexual relations before marriage? Forming a coven using sex magic? It was a scandal waiting to happen!

But she didn't care. She knew what she was doing was right. Moreover, she couldn't imagine not doing it! Harry was so warm, earnest, and loving. Not to mention he was unfairly sexy and undeniably talented in bed.

"All of it." She moaned. "Give it to me." Her hand went to his crotch, and both her heart and loins jolted at the feeling of the erection tenting his pants.

"As you wish." Harry murmured. Without hesitation, he deftly undid her bra, and then suckled firmly on her breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth with delicious suction. Susan arched her back, instinctively pressing her chest into him, and moaned.

Harry wasn't finished. He tugged Susan's skirt down her legs and cupped her sex through the fabric of her panties. His simple touch sent an arc of lightning through her body. Susan could barely think- even her goal of unbuttoning Harry's pants had been driven from her mind. She was held captive by his strong hands, in a thrall to his skillful mouth. She couldn't help the incoherent noises she was making, or the way her hips were gyrating into Harry's hand.

Harry pressed his hand more firmly against her core, a look of focus on his face as he memorized Susan's response. "You ready?" He asked her.

"Yes!" Susan moaned immediately. After all, Harry could mean only one thing, right? They were about to have sex.

Her panties came off, revealing her swollen, wet slit to Harry. She was insecure at first, but that vanished as he stared at her with a look of pure hunger as he licked his lips. Susan couldn't help the strangled moan. She was shaking with desire- he was looking at her like he was about to devour her!

Harry stood up, and Susan positioned herself for him- her legs were spread wide and her hips were turned upwards, so that her core was presented to him.

Harry's tongue wetted his lips once again- and instead of taking off his pants as she'd thought he would, he instead knelt down in front of her.

Wha? Susan's mind short circuited.

Those thoughts disappeared a moment later, when Harry's lips met her lower lips. She would have been embarrassed by the moan that left her when his mouth made contact, but it didn't seem to deter Harry. Susan was lost in the sensation, at the whim of Harry's lips and tongue. She looked down at him, helplessly turned on by the sight of him devouring her pussy. At first, he probed at her folds experimentally, but he quickly caught on to what made her tick.

Harry wasn't just willing to eat her out, he was enthusiastic. At one point he even moaned, just from licking and sucking at her slit. It provoked such a rush of pleasure in Susan that for a moment she was certain she was about to cum.

Instead, that intense surge of pleasure just fueled the fire within her. Harry's mouth firmly yet tenderly pushed her higher and higher, and Susan had no idea where it ended. She'd touched herself before, even made herself cum, but never had it felt like this.

Moan after wanton moan escaped her lips. She was completely helpless and at Harry's mercy- a slave to his talented, brilliant mouth. The heat within her was spiraling out of control, flaring higher and higher until it could no longer be contained. She was cumming, cumming like she never had before.

Harry was surprised at how long Susan's orgasm was lasting. He made sure to maintain the suction on her clit while her convulsions lasted, but it must have been longer than a minute by now- something that was hard to achieve without a mental link.

Wow, you really did a number on her. Ginny commented admiringly. Harry felt her pride, and a touch of possessiveness, seep through their bond. He returned the mental equivalent of a shrug.

Only you could absolutely ruin a girl with your mouth and be so modest about it.

When Susan finally calmed, Harry sat on the couch beside her. To his surprise, Susan had tears in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked in concern. Had he gone too hard on her?

Susan responded by latching herself onto him. "Y-yes! I don't know why I'm crying. It's just so good." She said through the tears.

Harry returned her hug in confusion "Okay." It's okay Harry. Ginny assured him. It means you did good.

Susan nuzzled further into him "That was lovely. So, so, lovely. Thank you." She sniffed, trying to work through the powerful emotions coursing through her.

Harry kissed her forehead affectionately "You're welcome?" He said uncertainly. Susan giggled. "Err, I could give a repeat performance if you like." He offered, tracing a hand up to her slit.

Susan winced, and Harry withdrew immediately. "Sorry!" They apologized simultaneously.

Susan continued "It's just, really sensitive down there." And it was. She was so tender, as if her orgasm was an actual explosion that had battered her bits. "I could return the favor!" Susan offered quickly, not wanting to put him off.

"You don't have to, if you don't want." Harry assured her, before hastily adding "But I'd love it."

Without further prompting, Susan moved to undo Harry's pants. Her heart was still pounding and her pussy was still throbbing from her orgasm. She still felt lightheaded and overwhelmed with emotion. So when she finally revealed Harry's cock, her heart nearly failed. "Uh." She murmured intelligently. "I've never done this before."

Harry brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't worry." He said tenderly "I'll teach you."