Chapter 25

Private Tutoring (Susan Bones)

Earlier in the week, the sixth years had been doing some duelling in DADA, and Susan hadn’t really dueled as she would have liked. So, she’d turned to Harry, asking him for a private tutoring session at the weekend, and Harry was happy to help.

Saturday morning came, and the Room of Requirement shifted into a perfect dueling space — wide, open, with enchanted targets lining the far wall. It was warm in there, almost stifling, and Susan’s hair clung to her damp forehead, her cheeks flushed as she stood, panting, wand clenched in her fist.

“Expelliarmus!” she shouted, firing a spell at the nearest target. The spell fizzled out before it even reached it.

“Not enough power,” Harry said from behind her, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, completely unfazed. “You’re holding back.”

Susan huffed, blowing a strand of sweaty hair out of her face. “I’m not holding back. I’m just —”

“Knackered?” Harry finished for her, eyebrows raised, that smug, lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Looks like it.”

Susan shot him a glare, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “I’ve been at it for an hour.”

Harry pushed off the wall, moving closer, his eyes raking over her from head to toe. “And you still can’t land a simple disarming spell,” he said, stepping right up behind her, his chest brushing her back. “Come on, Bones. You said you wanted to get better.”

Susan swallowed, her jaw clenched as Harry’s hands slid down her arms, fingers curling around her wrists, adjusting her grip. “Yeah,” she muttered, her breath coming in soft, tired pants. “But you’re not exactly helping.”

“Oh, I’m helping,” Harry said, his voice low, smooth, right against her ear. “Maybe you’re just not paying attention.”

Susan shivered, her muscles quaking beneath his touch as he guided her arm higher, pressing his chest against her back. “Like this,” he murmured, his hands warm around hers, his thumbs stroking her skin.

“You’re leaving yourself wide open,” he said, adjusting her stance, his breath hot against her neck. “See what I mean?”

Susan swallowed, eyes fixed forward, her whole body tense as Harry’s hands slid down to her hips, fingers pressing into her waist, holding her there. “Are you… teaching me or feeling me up?”

Harry’s grin widened, but he didn’t move away. “Can’t it be both?”

Susan rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed, her breath hitching as Harry’s fingers squeezed her hips, pulling her back against him. “If that’s the game we’re playing…”

Harry’s hands stayed right where they were, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “You sure you can handle it?”

Susan bit her lip, leaning back, her arse pressing against him, her eyes darkening. “You know I can.”

Harry’s eyes dropped to her mouth, his grip tightening. “Good,” he said, voice a low, dangerous murmur. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Harry’s hands stayed on her hips, fingers pressing into her waist, holding her close, keeping her right where he wanted her. Susan’s breath came in short, ragged pants, her wand still clutched in her hand, but her grip had gone slack.

“So,” Harry said, his voice low, casual, as if they weren’t pressed up against each other, his chest firm against her back. “Think you’re ready to try that disarming spell again?”

Susan swallowed, her eyes fixed straight ahead, her cheeks flushed, her pulse pounding in her ears. “Yeah,” she muttered, but her voice wavered.

Harry’s smirk widened. “Didn’t sound very convincing.”

Susan huffed, rolling her eyes. “Maybe you’re just… distracting.”

“Oh?” Harry leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, his hands sliding up her sides, thumbs grazing just under her ribs. “That a complaint?”

Susan shivered, her body going taut, her arse pressing back against him, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. “Not exactly.”

Harry chuckled, low and dark, his hands sliding back down, fingers splaying over her hips, pulling her closer. “Maybe I should give you a better distraction, then.”

Susan let out a shaky breath, her back arching against his chest, her head falling back against his shoulder. “You’re such a cocky bastard,” she muttered, her lips barely brushing his jaw.

“Yeah?” Harry’s grin was wicked, his hands sliding around to her front, fingertips tracing the waistband of her skirt, slipping just under the fabric, teasing the skin just above her hipbones. “Want me to stop?”

Susan bit her lip, her hands reaching back, fingers curling into his thighs, nails digging in. “If you do, I’ll hex you.”

Harry laughed, a soft, rough sound, his mouth brushing over her ear. “That’s what I like to hear.”

And then his hands slipped lower, sliding under her skirt, fingers tracing the edge of her knickers, the soft, damp fabric clinging to her. “You’re soaked,” he murmured, his lips grazing her neck. “Didn’t even have to try, did I?”

Susan’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut, her hips rocking forward, pressing into his touch. “Fuck, Harry…”

Harry’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, trailing through the wetness, slow and deliberate, teasing her, just the tips pressing inside. “Yeah,” he muttered, voice dropping lower, darker. “That’s what I thought.”

Harry’s fingers slid deeper, pressing inside her, slow and deliberate, making Susan’s hips jerk forward, her breath catching in her throat.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, her head falling back against his shoulder. “Harry —”

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice a low, dark drawl, his breath hot against her ear. “That what you needed?”

Susan whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand, her thighs quivering, her whole body pressing back against him, desperate, aching. “Yes — yes — please —”

Harry’s grin widened, and he curled his fingers, pressing deeper, sliding over that sweet spot that made her hips jerk, made her nails dig into his thighs, made her breath come in short, sharp pants.

“You like that?” he murmured, his teeth grazing her ear, his other hand sliding up her front, slipping beneath her shirt, fingers tracing the edge of her bra, pushing it up, exposing her. “Like being so fucking wet for me?”

Susan’s cheeks flushed, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps, her hips rocking forward, grinding against his hand, her back arching against his chest. “Yes — oh god — yes —”

Harry’s thumb circled over her clit, slow and teasing, barely enough to give her what she wanted. “You sound so fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, his lips brushing over her jaw, his fingers working her, sliding deeper, harder. “Such a good girl.”

Susan’s mouth fell open, her breath hitching, her hips rolling forward, her body a trembling, gasping mess in his arms. “Harry — please —”

“Please what?” Harry’s grip tightened, his thumb pressing down on her clit, his other hand squeezing her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Tell me what you want.”

Susan’s nails dug into his thighs, her hips rocking faster, her thighs quivering. “Want — want you to —”

Harry’s smirk widened, his fingers pressing deeper, harder, his breath coming in hot, heavy pants against her ear. “Want me to what?”

Susan sobbed, her head falling back against his shoulder, her mouth open, her eyes rolling back. “Fuck me,” she gasped, her hips jerking forward, her whole body shuddering. “Please — Harry — fuck me.”

Harry’s jaw clenched, and he pulled his hand away, sliding it up to her throat, gripping her jaw, turning her face to the side, making her look up at him.

“You want it that bad?” he said, his eyes dark, his grin wicked. “Beg for it.”

Susan swallowed, her throat bobbing under his grip, her thighs quivering, her hips still rocking forward, still aching for the friction he’d just pulled away. “Harry, please —”

“Not good enough,” he said, his thumb tracing her bottom lip, dragging it down, making her mouth open wider. “You can do better than that.”

Susan’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut, her body going lax in his hold. “Please, Harry,” she said, voice soft, desperate, a tremor running through her. “I need it — need you — please.”

Harry’s smirk widened, and he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot, sending shivers down her spine. “Need me to do what?”

Susan whimpered, her nails digging into his thighs, her hips rocking back against him, feeling the hard press of him against her arse, the heat of him burning through the fabric. “Need you to fuck me,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Please — fuck me.”

Harry chuckled, that soft, dark sound rumbling through his chest. “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers sliding up, tangling in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. “Knew you could do it.”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening, and he pulled his hand away, fingers wet, glistening, as he gripped her hips, spinning her around to face him. “Hands on the wall,” he said, his voice firm, commanding, leaving no room for argument.

Susan swallowed, her cheeks burning, her eyes wide as she turned around, pressing her palms flat against the wall, her legs spreading, her arse pushing back against him, hips rolling, begging for it.

Harry stepped in close, his chest pressing against her back, his cock hard against her arse, his hands sliding up her sides, under her shirt, dragging the fabric up, exposing her skin, her chest, her heaving, flushed tits.

Harry’s grin widened, his grip tightening, his hips snapping forward, the head of his cock pressing inside, stretching her, inch by inch, slow, deliberate, making her feel every single inch.

Susan’s mouth fell open, her eyes rolling back, her nails digging into the wall as he pushed deeper, deeper, filling her, stretching her, making her gasp, making her whole body quake. “Oh god — oh fuck — Harry —”

Harry groaned, his hands sliding up her sides, gripping her waist, holding her steady, his hips pressing forward, burying himself inside her, every inch filling her, making her hips jerk, making her nails scrape down the wall. “Fuck, Susan,” he muttered, his teeth grazing her ear, his voice a low, rough growl. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Susan sobbed, her head tossing back, her back arching, her arse pressing against his hips, taking every inch, her whole body shaking. “Yes — yes — oh god — yes —”

Harry’s grin widened, his hips snapping forward, thrusting deeper, harder, his hands gripping her waist, fingers digging into her skin, holding her there, making her take it. “You love it,” he muttered, his breath hot against her ear. “Love being so fucking full.”

Susan whimpered, her hands sliding down the wall, her whole body arching, hips rolling, pushing back against him. “Yes — yes — love it — love you —”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving into her, over and over, each thrust harder, deeper, every inch stretching her, filling her, wrecking her. “Say it again,” he muttered, his breath coming in sharp, heavy pants. “Tell me how much you love it.”

Harry’s grip tightened around Susan’s waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he drove into her, each thrust rough, deep, relentless.

“Oh fuck,” Susan gasped, her forehead pressing against the wall, her nails scraping down the stone, hips jerking back to meet each slam of his hips. “Harry — can’t — can’t —”

“You can,” Harry said, voice a low, dangerous growl, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to take every inch.”

Susan sobbed, her whole body trembling, her arse pressing back against him, her cunt clenching around his cock, pulling him deeper, holding him tight. “Please — please —”

“Please what?” Harry muttered, his teeth grazing her jaw, his hips slamming forward, the wet, filthy sound echoing in the room. “You want it harder?”

“Yes — yes — oh god — yes —”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his hands sliding up her sides, pushing her shirt higher, exposing her flushed, sweat-slick skin. He shoved the fabric up over her chest, letting it bunch beneath her arms, baring her completely.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough, eyes dark as he leaned back to take her in. “Fucking perfect.”

Susan’s cheeks burned, her chest heaving, her hands gripping the wall for support as Harry’s hands slid up to cup her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs.

“God, Harry —” she gasped, hips rocking back, her arse pressing against his hips, grinding against him, taking him deeper.

Harry’s grin widened, his breath coming in sharp, heavy pants as he thrust into her, each movement deliberate, punishing, his grip tightening around her tits.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he said, his voice a low, rough purr, his teeth grazing her neck. “Tell me how much you love being fucked like this.”

Susan sobbed, her head tossing back, her back arching against him, her body shuddering with each slam of his hips. “Love it — love it so much — love being so fucking full —”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his hips slamming forward, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, pushing her further, taking her higher. “Yeah?” he muttered, his breath hot against her ear. “You love being my good girl?”

Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan, her thighs quivering as Harry’s hand slid down, pressing between her legs, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing slow, rough circles.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her hips jerking forward, her cunt clenching around him, so tight, so wet, so desperate. “Yes — yes — your good girl — always —”

Harry’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up, to meet his gaze, his dark, intense eyes locked onto hers. “Prove it,” he muttered, voice rough, dripping with control. “Come for me.”

Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, her jaw going slack, her hips rocking back against him, taking every inch, her cunt clenching around his cock, so tight, so wet, so fucking desperate.

“Oh god — oh fuck — Harry —”

Harry’s thumb pressed down harder on her clit, circling it, rough, relentless, sending jolts of heat straight through her, making her legs shake, making her hips jerk forward. “I’m waiting,” he muttered, teeth grazing her jaw, his breath hot against her ear. “You said you could be better.”

Susan sobbed, her nails scraping down the wall, her whole body shuddering, quaking, her eyes rolling back as Harry’s hand tightened in her hair, holding her right where he wanted her. “Please — please — Harry — I’m — I’m gonna —”

“Yeah, you are,” Harry said, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving in deeper, harder, each thrust sending her higher, pushing her closer, his thumb rubbing faster, rougher. “Come on, Susan. Let go for me.”

Susan’s head fell back, her back arching, her hips slamming back against him, every inch of her tensing, tightening, her breath catching in her throat —

— and then she shattered.

A strangled, desperate cry ripped from her throat, her whole body locking up, her cunt clenching around him, pulsing, throbbing, her thighs quivering, her nails digging into the stone wall as she came, the heat of it washing through her, every nerve on fire.

Harry’s grip tightened, his hand holding her in place, his hips still slamming forward, driving into her, taking every inch, feeling her come around him. “Fuck — that’s it,” he muttered, voice rough, breath coming in sharp, heavy pants. “Just like that — good girl —”

Susan’s chest was still heaving, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pants as her orgasm washed through her, her thighs quivering, her body trembling beneath Harry’s grip. But even as the last tremor shook her, her mind was already snapping to attention — because Harry was still buried deep inside her, still hard, still aching.

She swallowed, her cheek pressing against the stone wall as she dragged in a shaky breath, hips rolling back against him, feeling every inch of him, thick and heavy, stretching her, filling her.

“Harry…” she whispered, her voice rough, breathless. “You feel so good.”

Harry’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back, making her look up at him, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched. “Yeah?” he muttered, his voice low, dangerous. “You want more?”

Susan’s lips curved into a lazy, sated grin, her hips rocking back against him, pushing him deeper, her arse pressing against his hips. “You haven’t come yet,” she said, her voice a soft, sultry purr. “And I want to taste it.”

Harry’s jaw ticked, his eyes flashing, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her back against him, his cock pressing even deeper, making her gasp. “You think you can handle it?” he said, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re already a fucking mess.”

Susan’s grin widened, her nails scraping against the wall as she pushed back against him, rolling her hips, feeling every inch of him. “Let me show you,” she said, her voice dropping lower, darker. “Let me take care of you.”

Harry’s breath hitched, and he pulled out in one swift motion, his cock slipping free, wet and throbbing, glistening in the low light. “On your knees,” he said, his voice a sharp command, his hand sliding down to the back of her neck, pushing her down, making her drop to the floor.

Susan sank to her knees, eyes dark, lips parted, her hands resting on her thighs as she looked up at him, eyes heavy-lidded, hungry. “You want me to be a good girl for you?”

Harry’s grin was wicked, his hand sliding into her hair, gripping tight, holding her in place. “Show me.”

Susan’s hands slid up his thighs, fingers tracing over the muscles, nails scraping lightly over his skin as she leaned forward, her mouth parting, tongue flicking out to drag along the thick length of him, tasting herself, tasting them.

Harry groaned, his jaw clenching, his grip tightening in her hair as she wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep, her tongue swirling around the head, slow and deliberate, eyes locked onto his.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding further down her throat, his breath coming in sharp, heavy pants. “You like that? Like having my cock in your mouth?”

Susan moaned around him, her hands sliding up to grip his hips, holding him steady as she took him deeper, her throat constricting, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull back — just kept sucking, kept taking him, her tongue dragging up the underside, slow and wet and filthy.

Harry’s head fell back, his jaw tight, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked him over, her tongue flicking over the head, swirling around the tip, her eyes locked onto his, dark and desperate.

“Yeah,” Harry muttered, his hand tightening in her hair, pulling her closer, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding deeper, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. “That’s it, Susan. Take it. Take all of it.”

His grip in Susan’s hair tightened, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding deeper down her throat, making her eyes water, making her nails dig into his thighs as she took him, every inch, without pulling back.

“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, his voice rough, jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto hers, watching her as she choked on him, her cheeks flushed, lips stretched around him, her throat clenching around his cock. “Knew you could take it.”

Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, her tongue swirling around the tip, her nails scraping down his thighs, her body rocking forward, desperate, hungry, needy. She gagged as he pushed deeper, her throat tightening, but she stayed right there, let him take it, let him use her.

“That’s it,” Harry said, his hand fisting tighter in her hair, holding her in place, his hips rolling forward, each thrust slow, deliberate, filling her mouth, sliding down her throat, making her eyes water. “Good fucking girl.”

Susan’s hands slid up, grabbing his hips, nails biting into his skin as she moaned around him, the sound vibrating through him, making his jaw clench, his breath coming in sharp, heavy pants.

“Look at you,” Harry said, his other hand sliding down to her cheek, thumb brushing over her flushed skin, his eyes dark, jaw tight. “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Susan’s eyes opened, lashes wet, cheeks flushed, and she looked up at him, her eyes dark, needy, as she dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock, slow, wet, filthy.

Harry groaned, his hips jerking forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her choke, making her nails dig deeper into his skin. “You love this, don’t you?” he muttered, his voice a low, rough growl. “Love being on your knees for me?”

Susan nodded, her eyes rolling back, her jaw going slack as he thrust deeper, harder, each slam of his hips pushing him further down her throat, making her gag, making her throat tighten around him. “Mmmph — mmph —”

Harry’s hand slipped down, fingers sliding over her jaw, thumb pressing against her cheek, feeling the bulge of his cock moving in and out, stretching her, filling her. “Fuck, Bones,” he muttered, his voice rough, his hips picking up pace, his cock sliding faster, harder, every inch pounding into her. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”

Susan’s nails scraped down his thighs, her mouth watering, drool spilling down her chin as she sucked him, her tongue swirling around him, her throat clenching, her eyes watering. “Mmm — mmm —”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his hips slamming forward, each thrust rough, deep, every inch hitting the back of her throat, making her eyes squeeze shut, saliva spilling over her cheeks, but she didn’t stop. His cock filled her throat to the brim.

Susan whimpered, her hands sliding up his thighs, holding him close, her mouth watering, drool spilling down her chin as she sucked him, her throat aching, her jaw burning, but she didn’t stop — just kept taking him, kept sucking, kept moaning around him.

“Fuck,” Harry grunted, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into her, over and over, every thrust faster, rougher, his breath coming in hard, heavy pants. “Gonna come all over that pretty face.”

Susan looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, lips stretched, cheeks flushed, and she nodded, her hands gripping his hips, her tongue swirling around him, her throat clenching, begging for it.

Harry’s jaw clenched, his hips jerking forward, his grip on her hair tightening as he felt the heat build, coiling tight, pushing him to the brink. “Fuck — Susan — gonna —”

He pulled out just in time, his cock slipping from her mouth, still throbbing, still dripping, and he aimed right at her face, his jaw tight, his breath coming in sharp, ragged pants.

And then he came — hot, thick, spurting over her cheeks, her lips, her tongue, painting her face, dripping down her chin. Harry groaned, his hips jerking forward, his grip still tight in her hair, his breath catching as he watched her, watched his come splatter across her flushed skin.

Susan gasped, her mouth falling open, her tongue darting out to catch some of it, her eyes fluttering shut as it dripped from her chin, landing on her chest. “Oh god —”

Harry leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Good girl,” he muttered, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek, his thumb wiping a stray drop from her lips. “You look so fucking good like this.”

Susan swallowed, her cheeks burning, her breath coming in short, shaky pants, and she looked up at him, lips curved into a lazy, satisfied grin. “Worth it?”

Harry smirked, his hand sliding down to her chin, tilting her face up. “More than worth it,” he muttered, his lips brushing over hers, slow and lingering. “You always are.”

Susan’s smile widened, her fingers sliding up to his hips, pulling him closer. “Next time,” she whispered, her voice rough, breathless. “I want to ride you.”

Harry chuckled, low and dark, his hand sliding down to the back of her neck, pulling her up to her feet, pressing his mouth against hers. “Next time,” he muttered against her lips. “You can do whatever the fuck you want.”