Need You Now

"Harry… can we talk?" Susan asked him.

Harry stared at her for a moment with wide eyes, realizing that that phrase rarely preceded an easy conversation and also recognizing the tension in her voice. "Sure." He agreed, "Is the room of requirement good for you?"

"Yeah." Susan said carefully. She'd given a lot of thought to how she wanted the conversation to go. Honestly, she felt a bit bad bringing it up, but she knew it needed to be addressed.

Their first time together had been absolutely mind blowing. Her crush on Harry was relatively new. She remembered the moment she realized it- Harry had been teaching the DA 'stupefy'. She'd been having some difficulty with the spell, until Harry came up behind her and corrected her posture. It had hit her like a bludger.

They'd all seen an entirely different side of Harry at the DA. He was skilled, he was confident, he took control of the room like it was natural to him. And now he was right up against her, his firm yet gentle touch showing her exactly what she needed to do.

She'd hadn't been able to look at him the same since then. It was like a switch had been turned on inside of her. Before, he'd been just another boy, after, he was the boy.

And now, it felt like Harry had just flicked another switch inside her. Not only was he an enthusiastic and skillful lover, she felt something with him. She'd never felt closer to anyone than when she'd been in his arms. And she wanted more.

The problem was… well, more hadn't been happening. After experiencing Harry's oral talents, she'd spent the entire day floating on an undeniably satisfied feeling unlike anything she'd felt before. But, things seemed to have petered off. They spent time together, studying, or just enjoying each others company. It wasn't even that Harry wasn't being affectionate with her. He'd been touching her more intimately than a friend would- a hand on her arm, an arm around her waist, and yes, kissing. But it hadn't gone any further than that.

Of course, when she stumbled across Harry and Luna, her libido had struck with a vengeance. Seeing how unashamedly Harry was reacting to the blonde's ministrations, hearing his unrestrained whines and moans, it was like a lightning bolt to her core. She wanted to get the same reaction out of him. She didn't want to just make him cum. Her somewhat clumsy first blowjob had done that, but it hadn't made him lose himself like Luna seemed to be able to do. She wanted that.

She'd taken to following Harry with her eyes, admiring his features and noting with some jealousy when other girls had obviously been intimate with him. Susan was starting to have doubts. Had she not been good enough? Were the other girls better in bed? Was Harry just not that into her?

It was hard to shake these insecurities. She'd agreed to share Harry Potter with six other witches, for Merlin's sake! There were dozens of ways this could blow up in her face, and the one that was haunting her most at the moment was being forgotten. Being abandoned after Harry got what he needed from her.

She knew Harry would never do that, but she'd feel much better hearing it from Harry himself. So when they reached the room of requirement, Susan spilled it all- all of her insecurities and doubts. Harry let her say her piece, contrition growing with every word. When she ran out of steam, Harry abruptly pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way." He told her "I didn't mean to, but I can see how you could feel ignored compared to Ginny and Hermione."

"I get it, Harry." Susan sniffed "We're in different houses, and you have the others vying for your attention… but this is only going to become a bigger problem as things continue. Are you sure you're going to be able to have handle seven of us?"

Harry sighed. "I- I don't know." He confessed. "Seven witches, I'm not going to be able to give all of you everything you deserve. I… I want to do right by all of you. But I guess… I can't."

While Susan appreciated that he was taking her concerns seriously, she hadn't intended for him to take it as a personal failure. "Harry, I didn't mean it like that." She assured him. "This is just something we're going to need to work on. All of us. I'm sure some of us will be lower maintenance than others, but it'll take some time for the honeymoon period to wear off for that to come into play."

"So what, do we set up a schedule?" Harry grinned ruefully "I'm sure Hermione would be happy to help with that."

Susan chuckled "I don't think that's necessary. We just need to communicate, like what we're doing right now. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Because honestly I felt pretty good about how things had been going between us, except for…"

"Except for what?"

"Well, I was hoping that we'd have gotten… intimate again. I was waiting on you to initiate, and when you didn't…."

"Susan, me not initiating… that wasn't because I don't like you, or wasn't attracted to you, or forgot about you. I just thought that you were fine with how things were. I guess I'm used to how, er, forward Ginny is. In hindsight, I shouldn't have assumed. But really, Susan. I think you're lovely."

Susan scoffed. She'd always considered herself rather plain. But Harry persisted. "Look, I spent most of my life thinking I was an ugly, scrawny git, and then Ginny beat me over the head until I realized otherwise. So I guess I'm gonna have to do the same for you. Susan, you aren't just lovely, you're bloody sexy, and I'm going to show you."

She was about to ask what he meant by that, but he answered that question when he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her. Susan moaned and molded her body to his, she found herself rapidly succumbing to Harry's combination of enthusiasm, attentiveness, and skill and had no desire to fight it.

Harry pulled back for a moment. He took her hand and deliberately guided it to his crotch, where he pressed it into his erection. His piercing green eyes bored into hers, glimmering his desire "I want this, Susan. I want you." Susan felt a hungry throb between her legs and couldn't help but let out another soft moan. Merlin, he wanted her.

Harry continued his amorous assault, kissing and sucking at her neck and collarbone while working to strip her of her school uniform. Susan found herself entirely on the backfoot, Harry seemed keen to keep his unspoken promise of being the initiator, and Susan felt she could do little but be swept up by him.

He was overpowering in that way, he was just so much- so much passion, energy, power, and presence. In the haze of lust Susan was not at all shocked that he had bedded six witches in the past week, all of whom were eager for more. In fact, she suspected that in a world without horcruxes or rituals, he could have pulled it off all the same if he were inclined to do so.

She was panting by the time he'd pulled off her school clothes and unlatched her bra. The way his eyes lit up when her breasts were exposed sent another thrill through her that ran straight to her core. He latched onto one with his mouth, drawing the nipple in roughly and eliciting another moan from her, while his hands ran down her flank. One gripped her thigh and the other resting on the small of her back.

Then, he hoisted her up seamlessly and set her down on something- Susan did not register what- something hard and cool. She splayed her legs out lazily, exposing her knicker clad crotch, which had been soaked through her with her arousal. Taking it as an invitation, Harry pulled down her knickers and his hands skillfully manipulated her- stroking, rubbing, and penetrating her with his fingers, working her up higher and higher. He didn't let her cum, however. Instead, Harry took a step back, and with a whimper, Susan collapsed back against the cool stone wall- soothing her flushed skin.

Dazed, she watched passively as Harry systematically removed his clothes. Even though he was no longer touching her, she still was held completely in his thrall. His eyes seemed to pin her in place, and with every swath of skin he exposed, she swore her heart (and other, lower regions) fluttered. When he finally freed his manhood from the confines of his boxers, she felt such a ravenous throb from her core that she wondered if she'd just had a mini-orgasm. His was the only one she'd ever seen in the flesh, but in her mind it was perfect- flushed, engorged, and pulsating with desire- Harry's desire for her.

Susan lifted a trembling hand to his shaft, but the shaking was so much that Harry brought his own hand down to steady it. Urgently, she tugged him towards her, and entreated "Please, I need it."

Harry studied Susan for a moment, before seemingly confirming her sincerity and helping her guide him in. She was so slick that he slid in easily, parting her folds for the first time. There was some discomfort, and even a twinge of pain, but Susan was so worked up by this point that the pleasure far outweighed it. He slid in slowly yet smoothly, until he was sheathed to the hilt and his cockhead was nestled against a tender spot deep within her.

She couldn't have predicting just how satisfying being filled was, it sated some primal desire that had been long dormant. It wasn't just that her virginity was gone. It felt deeper than that, like they were coming together, somehow. She was closer to him than she'd ever been to anyone before. She looked up into his eyes, seeing her own passion reflected back at her. "I love you." She said involuntarily, swept up with emotion.

Harry seemed taken aback by her admission and for a moment, Susan felt a fission of insecurity. That was dispelled as Harry softened, "Susan." He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. "I- I love you too." He said like he had just realized it himself. She melted.

Harry murmured in her ear "God, you feel so good." He continued kissing her- right below her ear and at her neck. "O-oh, you do too!" Susan managed. Even as he remained buried within her, perhaps allowing her to become accustomed to his length and girth, Susan involuntarily twitched around his shaft. Each flex of her inner muscles around him elicited a twinge of pleasure that only made repeating the action that much harder to resist. At her encouragement- he began to thrust within her. He was slow at first, but he quickly built up speed.

He moaned again and again, softly right in her ear, and each noise was like pouring molten pleasure straight into her core. And then, when he repositioned himself slightly, allowing him to drive himself within her more fiercely, he growled, which if anything affected her worse.

She realized almost immediately that she wasn't going to last long. Oh magic, she was going to cum. He was thrusting into her so ardently, and after he'd adjusted his position he began hitting a spot deep within her that set off a cascade of pleasure with each thrust. Her orgasm was heading straight for her like the Hogwarts Express, unstoppable and sure to run her over.

And run over her it did- an explosion of searing pleasure bowled her over and robbed her of her coordination and awareness of the outside world. If anything, it was even better than the one she'd had by Harry's mouth. Every fiber of her body pulsed with pleasure, and that pleasure was stoked by every contraction, which comfortably and satisfyingly gripped Harry's firm shaft.

"Oh, Susan!" Harry's voice pierced through her pleasure. His focus broke, his eyes, which had been taking her in flickered closed as pleasure overwhelmed his features, transforming his expression into something simply exquisite. He hilted himself inside of her, burying himself deep with a ragged thrust. "Fuck!"

He was cumming, and it seemed as if her orgasm doubled back on itself, surging anew as the knowledge that he was cumming inside of her rocked her to her core. Her eyes rolled back as she lost all rational thought.

When she came back to herself, Harry wrapped her in his arms from behind- his chest against her back. She could also feel his cock, still hard, against her thigh. The pleasure was still ringing through her, and she knew from experience that it would take some time for her to fully recover from that spectacular orgasm. She wasn't like Ginny, she couldn't just keep going like that. She had a refractory period, she supposed, after cumming she'd be so sensitive that any stimulation at all was intensely uncomfortable.

But… there was something she could do. Mustering her coordination, she disentangled herself from Harry. Her knees nearly gave out as she tried to stand up, which was just as well because she wanted to be on her knees anyway.

She'd given him a blowjob during their last encounter. He'd guided her through it that first time and now she was going to put what she learned to use. She gripped the base of his shaft with her hand looking up at him.

"Susan you don't…" Harry attempted to soothe her, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by his moan as she engulfed his knob in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his frenulum as she learned he liked. His involuntary moan and the expression of bliss that crossed his face were so gratifying that she actually felt a tingle of pleasure in her over-sensitized pussy.

Wasting no time, Susan swallowed as much of him as she was able, engulfing all but an inch of his length.

Not good enough.

She pushed herself down further, but he only hit her gag reflex. She withdrew, accidentally letting his cock slip out of her mouth. "Susan. Look-" She cut him off again by plunging back down on his shaft until she once again gagged. Undeterred, she bobbed her head up and down, trying to get deeper and occasionally gagging in the process.

All the while, her eyes were focused upwards, drinking in Harry's expression. The concern that he had shown briefly had been dispelled by pleasure, and Susan catalogued everything- how his eyes glazed over, how his tongue wet his lips periodically, and how his jaw was just slightly slack, parting his lips minutely to let out small, huffing moans.

It spurred Susan on, and soon Harry was moaning "Susan! I'm getting close." Last time, she had pulled back, letting his cum across the floor. But Susan was determined the give the best blowjob she possibly could, which meant she'd need to swallow. It was something that she'd been apprehensive about earlier, but in the moment it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore.

So, instead of releasing him completely, Susan pulled back only partially. As her hand began stroking the lower portion of his shaft, she upped the suction on the inch or so still in her mouth. "Susan! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Harry's breaths became breathy moans as his climax hit. His cock quaked in her mouth again and again, each time heralding a deluge of his semen.

The taste of his essence was overwhelming, like so much about him. And the texture… it was much thicker than she'd thought it might be- like syrup or cream. More and more of it spilled into her mouth, flooding her taste buds with the overpowering taste of him.

She rocked back, letting his cock fall from her mouth. She felt almost drunk from his cum, and when she finally swallowed, she didn't expect the titillating feel of him trickling down her throat. Heat had pooled between her thighs, and while she figured she could go again at that point… all she really wanted was to see his face wrought with pleasure again.

"That was brilliant Susan." Harry breathed "What are you… You really don't have to-"

Needless to say, she did not let him finish that thought either.

Two orgasms later, Susan sauntered away with renewed confidence. Harry himself was in a daze. Each orgasm she'd wrung from him had robbed him of a bit of his coherence. It was a shame they had classes.

She could taste him still. At first, she hadn't particularly enjoyed the taste of his cum, but once her mind seemed to make the association between it and sex and pleasure (specifically, with Harry) she began to find it intensely erotic. The lingering taste of his essence, strong enough to last through her classes and all the way in the evening, would not let her forget what they'd done, what she'd done to him.

It was unfortunate, then, that Hannah pulled her aside urgently, and asked, scandalized "Susan! Is it true?"

"What?"

"The rumors!"

Susan resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm going to need a bit more detail, Hannah."

Hannah blushed. "Err, well. There's a rumor… Lavender says that Ron let slip that Harry's having sex with a lot of witches. At least, Hermione, Luna Lovegood, and Demelza Robbins."

Oh no.

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Demelza was hot.

Her entire body felt like it was ready to combust. She gulped down air until it stung her lungs, but she still felt light headed and frazzled. It was a warm day, but that wasn't enough to explain all of this, or the sweat beading on her forehead and causing her T-shirt to cling to her body.

The past few days had been the most torturous of her life. She'd miraculously been able to set aside the aching need between her legs and pay a reasonable amount of attention. However, whenever Harry was in the vicinity, her body went into overdrive. Even catching his scent seemed to do things to her now. More than once she had entered a daze in his presence- her mind clouded over as if she were drunk on lust.

Then there was when Harry touched her. They were mostly casual touches- a friendly squeeze of the shoulder, a hand placed deliberately on the small of her back- but they too seemed to affect her inordinately. That hand on her back had triggered a jolt of static pleasure that short straight to her core, provoking another hungry throb. It had been all she could do to not throw herself on her knees in front of him and beg her to take her.

The nights were the worst. It had gotten to the point to where she could barely touch herself- so strung up and sensitive she was. She had no idea how she'd made it through Ginny's visit last night without losing it.

But here she was. She'd gone all this time without cumming once, and now Harry was standing in front of her in the changing rooms. She was wearing only a Holyhead Harpies T-shirt and grey boy shorts, no panties or bra, but he was looking at her like he could see straight through her clothes.

Finally, after days of being strong, Demelza gave in. "Please." She begged simply.

That seemed to be enough for Harry, who opened his arms and said "Come here." Demelza half leaped, half staggered into his arms. Harry caught her and steadied her "Hey." He soothed "It's alright. You did good, now you get your reward." Oh Merlin. His body was pressed up against hers and it seemed to unleash a storm of sparks within her. Unthinking, she aligned her crotch with his thigh and began to hump him.

It felt good, it felt so good that Demelza's knees gave out. Only Harry's grip kept her mostly upright and he backed her up until she was seated on the bench. Her hands were trembling badly, as were her knees. She stared pleadingly up at Harry, legs splayed open to expose her core to him, silently begging him to take her.

He obliged.

Demelza was swept up in a deep kiss, even as he slipped a hand under her T-shirt and fondled her breasts. Demelza whined in to the kiss, until Harry pulled back and said admiringly "I love your breasts, Dem. They're so soft and supple." In response Demelza could only moan, and moan, and moan.

Harry lifted her shirt up, and his other hand was soon trailing down her abdomen. Oh, he reached the elastic of her shorts, which been stained through with arousal as soon as she'd been in his presence. His hand firmly pressed into her abdomen, so close to where she needed him. Pulse after maddening pulse of heat radiated from her core and she pleaded with him again "Please. Please. Need you. Please."

Harry slipped his hand underneath the elastic of her shorts, running through her curls, before finding her clit. Normally, when masturbating, Demelza preferred light touches to her clit. It was incredibly sensitive for her, and it was easy to overstimulate herself and ruin the experience.

Harry did not know this, so when his fingers found her clit, swollen and sensitized from days of edging, he fondled and rubbed it more firmly. It was almost too much, too much sensation for her to handle, it was pleasure bordering on pain.

Demelza's entire world narrowed down to that exquisitely sensitive little nub at Harry's fingertips. She did not know that her eyes had rolled back, or how her hands had gripped the bench as her muscles tensed as one. She didn't notice that the only sounds she could make in her half-paralyzed state were her soft grunts of 'Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn."

It was as if her body was having trouble translating what it was feeling into an orgasm. Even though she had been on the knife's edge, it took a few seconds of being in this overloaded state before she finally tipped over the edge.

When her climax did hit her, however, it was with such force that Demelza almost blacked out. It was more intense than anything she'd felt before, it wasn't even in the same league as anything she'd felt before. It felt almost like her soul was being pulled from her body, and it was all she could do to cling to consciousness. She wouldn't have thought she was capable of the guttural cry that erupted from her, had she been cognizant enough to be thinking anything at all. Her core muscles flexed around nothing, and a flood of her arousal soaked through her shorts and was now running down her thighs.

As the waves of pleasure began to lessen, and she slowly came to, she realized that Harry was hovering above her, gently stroking her flushed skin and staring down adoringly at her. Her heart melted, she'd never felt so safe, so loved, than in that moment. "H-harry." She sighed.

"Hey, Dem." He murmured, bringing a hand to her cheek (and thankfully not the hand that was currently coated in her juices.) She struggled to convey what she was thinking, what she was feeling. The gratitude to him, for giving her this experience, the awe that he had been able to give her such pleasure, the affection, the safety and the security she felt while surrounded by him. She wanted to be his. She wanted to belong with him, to him.

"Thank you." She babbled, her emotions overwhelming her "Thank you. Thank-" Harry cut her off by crashing his lips to hers. The kiss was passionate, but loving and so very addicting. He was still stroking her cheek with one hand, while his other arm propped him up above her. When he withdrew, she whimpered and tried to follow him, but he pushed her back gently. She looked up into his eyes and gasped at what she saw- affection, but also a burning intensity that made his emerald eyes shimmer like burning embers. She was transfixed, held into place by something far more powerful than his hand.

One orgasm, however strong, was apparently not enough for her, because the combination of his kiss, the way he was looking at her, and his words had resurrected the throbbing need between her legs. Except she didn't just want release. She wanted… she wanted…

"Take me. Claim me." She pleaded "Please. I want to be yours."

With a soft chuckle, Harry pushed down her soaked shorts, which landed with a slop in the puddle at her feet. Then he pulled out his wand and pressed it against her abdomen "Fertilis praesidium."

Demelza could only watch as Harry began to disrobe in front of her. Her heart hammered away in her chest, and she felt lightheaded, as if blood was rushing from her head to her privates. Her eyes drank in Harry's body as he exposed himself to her, taking in his lean musculature that she had found herself admiring more and more as of late and the sparse hair on his chest and abdomen, growing thicker as it trailed down until, until…

Harry shucked his boxers off, revealing his manhood to Demelza's eyes. Her cunt throbbed and her clit tingled at the sight of it, flushed and swollen. Harry took himself in hand, rubbing at a spot just below the head as he approached her. His cock pulsed and somehow became even more engorged, his head purpling in desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, wetting his swollen cockhead on her labia.

Demelza whimpered pathetically at the teasing. "Pleasepleaseplease. I need it." She twitched her hips forward in an effort to take him within her, but Harry only needed one hand to restrain her.

"Look at me."

Demelza obeyed, tearing her gaze from his cock to his eyes, and gasped. They seemed to burn right into her soul with intensity. "If we do this, there's no going back." She remembered Ginny's words from the previous night, how he was going to ruin her for other men.

She believed it.

"Please."

"Oh, I will. I promise you that I will fuck you until you can't stand it anymore, but first…" He pulled back, and Demelza wanted to sob at the loss. "I want to taste you."

Demelza was surprised when Harry pulled back. The willpower that must have taken boggled her mind, and the idea that he was going to go down on her threw her through a loop as well.

Demelza had never considered giving oral to be a dominant thing. In her books, it was always something that the man would command his lover to do. She would get on her knees subserviently and take his hardness into her mouth. Sometimes he'd even force it down her throat, taking her mouth until he came, drugging her with his cum…

She'd gotten off topic. As Harry, with a hungry glint in his eyes, pinned her thighs to the bench, ensuring that she remained immobile and splayed out for him, Demelza realized exactly what he had in store for her. He descended on her, and Demelza cried out as his mouth made contact with her sensitive flesh.

Oh lord, she was sensitive, so sensitive, too sensitive. She writhed, whether to get away from his mouth or to press herself closer, she couldn't say, but it was pointless. Harry had her firmly pinned, he was too strong and she didn't have the leverage.

He learned fast, faster than she had even, how her body worked. He realized how sensitive her clit was, how to tease it by circling his tongue around it, prime it until it was receptive, ready for the moment when he went for the jugular. Then he'd devour her, molding his mouth against her flesh, encasing her clit in wet warmth and suction.

It broke her. Demelza's entire body quaked from the intensity of her orgasm. She screamed and screamed until she collapsed like she was a marionette who's strings had been cut. But Harry wasn't done. No, he just went back to the gentle teasing, slowly building her up again until she was once again primed.

Harry wrung orgasm after orgasm out of Demelza, until both her body and her mind turned to mush, but even then it wasn't enough for her. Even then, there was the hunger, deep inside of her, to be filled, to be taken.

Harry eventually let up, pulling back to admire his handiwork- Demelza's body- quaking from the aftershocks of the pleasure he'd given her, flushed, shining with sweat. He kissed her, and Demelza could only return it sloppily- distantly noting the taste of her on his tongue. He was above her now, his body almost cocooning hers' in a way that made Demelza feel warm and protected. His hands caressed her in a way that was both sensuous and soothing. They moved up her hips and torso, but avoided anything truly sexual.

Demelza was beginning to feel herself drift when he asked her "How was that, Dem?"

"Uuhuhnnng." She managed.

He chuckled "That good, huh? Would you say that you're satisfied?" His eyes were boring into hers' once again, and Demelza felt compelled to nod.

A slight smirk adorned his lips as he asked "Are you sure?" Demelza was about to respond in the affirmative when she felt him. His shaft pressed lengthwise against her cunt. She folded like a house of cards. With a moan, she thrust herself against him mindlessly, like an animal in heat. Her pussy throbbed and drooled over his tool, but she could not take it within her.

"Please." She begged "Please. I'm yours. Pleasepleaseplease please take me!"

"Like I said. I will." Harry told her, before once again pulling away from her.

Demelza did let out a sob this time.

"After practice."