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Power Plays Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2023-05-08 15:59:01 +0000 UTC“What took you so long?” Susan asked curiously as Harry finally just outside of the Auror Office.
“Nothing,” Harry answered quickly, not wanting to relive that conversation with Amelia again. It had been terrifying enough to realize that she had tentatively believed Proudfoot’s accusations. “Let’s go somewhere else and look over the documents we got from Amos’s office.”
“Right,” Susan agreed.
The two fell into step beside one another and took the lift back up to the Atrium. It was still terribly chaotic there with dozens of Aurors cordoning off large swaths of the available space and forcing everyone trying to get in and out of the Ministry into narrow, single-file lines so that they could be checked over by an Auror for any signs of the Imperius Curse or other malevolent effects. The press were crowded around the cordoned-off area, snapping photos and talking among each other.
Harry gave the line of people trying to leave the Ministry a withering look. “We’re not waiting in that,” he said to Susan, who hummed in agreement. His eyes scanned the assembled Aurors until he found a familiar face standing just off to the side, watching the narrow passage underneath some half arches along the side wall of the Atrium.
Auror Elwyn looked up lazily, no doubt expecting to find another irate witch or wizard he’d have to direct back to the line, but a grimace came across his lips when he saw Harry and Susan approach. “Sorry,” Elwyn said awkwardly, scratching the back of his balding head. “But we’re under order by Dawlish to check everyone before they leave the Ministry. You’ll need to queue with the rest of that lot who’re trying to leave.”
“We’re under a tight schedule—” Harry tried to say.
“Aye, I’m sure you are,” Elwyn interrupted sincerely, “but Dawlish insisted. After the reaming out the Minister gave him, he’s making sure that nothing else goes wrong.”
“We’re on our way out to try to put a stop to the people who did this,” Susan pointed out. “Under orders by the Minister and Director Bones herself.”
“We were the ones who got attacked,” Harry pointed out. “Besides, Aurors are normally supposed to be able to skip these checkpoints if they’re on a mission.”
“You’re not wrong; Dawlish isn’t thinking right with all that’s going on.” Elwyn gave him a toothy grin and shook his head sadly. “Bit of a lark really, but what else do you expect when the Ministry gets invaded? Alright, go on through. Just keep it to yourselves, yeah?”
“Thanks, Elwyn,” Harry smiled as he passed underneath the arches and into the shadows.
“Thanks,” Susan repeated as she followed him through.
The two of them slipped past the hubbub and out towards the apparation point. It was empty, as the slow trickle of people out of the Ministry meant that they were able to leave instantly.
“Back to my place then to go over the documents?” Susan suggested.
“Am I still keyed into the wards?” Harry asked.
“Of course.”
“Perfect.”
The two stepped onto a single platform together and joined hands. With a near-silent pop, the two vanished from the Ministry.
A thick band of sunlight shone through the front window of Susan’s house. It lit up the entire sitting room, making the brightly-coloured room glow with life. Her townhouse was located in the heart of Canterbury, just off the High Street on a magically-hidden street alongside the river. There were only ten houses along the street, making a quiet and secluded place to live.
As Harry let go of Susan, he immediately leapt onto his favourite spot on the sofa. Back when they had worked together a lot more, they’d often ended up back here to relax—it was easier than heading back to Grimmauld Place where Harry had to be quiet to avoid waking up Teddy. Harry had fallen asleep on this spot on the sofa more times than he could remember.
Susan smiled as Harry curled up and cleared a space for himself on the coffee table in front of him. “Still just one sugar and two chocolate biscuits?” She asked as she shed her outer robes and grabbed the stack of documents from within. She unshrunk the unwieldy stack and placed it on the table in front of Harry.
“You know me so well,” Harry laughed.
“Only because you’ve never changed your tea and snack selection ever since I first made you some,” Susan said as she started off towards the kitchen.
“That’s because you make it just right,” Harry called out before turning to the documents.
Harry started sifting through the stack of documents they had grabbed from Amos’s office while Susan hummed a tune and started on the tea. Most of the documents were nothing particularly interesting—reports of some illegally-smuggled Clabberts running amok in the wetlands, petitions to lessen the restrictions on the breeding of Kneazles, and a detailed history on the importation of Erumpets in Britain—and so they were easily set aside in a separate pile. There had to be easily three-hundred folders here, and it was going to be a mess going through them all.
Susan returned a few minutes into Harry’s search with two cups of tea and two plates of snacks floating behind her. Harry’s tea and biscuits sailed gently down to the table beside the piles of documents, and he eagerly took a sip of the tea before returning to his search. Susan sat down on the sofa beside Harry and grabbed half of the stack of documents for herself. She started reading them as she bit into a cucumber and dill sandwich.
The pair worked in relative silence, only speaking whenever they had a particularly odd or humorous document to share with the other. The afternoon wore on as document after document passed by.
Harry was starting to grow tired. There had to be something on Augureys in here, but it was eluding both of them.
Harry jostled out of his reading as Susan placed a document over top of his. “Take a look at this,” she said.
Frowning, Harry picked up the heavily smudged document. Most of the parchment was black, like it had been dipped in a cauldron of ink. The ink ran all the way up to the top of the page, destroying any text that laid beneath it—even an ink-removing charm wouldn’t be able to distinguish between whatever had been written below and the ink above it. Despite the destruction, there was still a little bit of text visible at the top, though some splotches of ink blocked out some of the words.
“The twenty first of November, 2002. One count of . . .” Harry squinted to read the smudged text. “Illegal importation of an Irish Augurey into London. The beast was captured but claimed by the Auror Department.”
Susan was giving him a curious look. “That was only nine months ago. Do you remember anyone taking in an Augurey?”
Harry tried to think back to that time. As a Senior Auror, he was privy to regular updates on cases in the Auror Department as well as any other unusual goings-on. However, he couldn’t remember anything about an Augurey back then.
He gave a shake of his head. “If someone did, they must have done it secretly. Normally, we leave beasts and creatures for the other departments to handle.”
“It says here,” Susan pointed out the spot on the parchment with her finger. “That the Augurey was supposed to be returned to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but there’s no date or signature where there should be if a clerk confirmed the reception of the Augurey.”
“Could be a clerical error,” Harry murmured, not wanting to discount the possibility entirely.
“An unlikely one,” Susan countered. “Especially given what we know now. I think we both know who likely has the Augurey now.”
“Dawlish,” Harry said. It seemed relatively logical, albeit flimsy when it came to a lack of direct evidence. Dawlish had been intimidating Amos over something and asking for a favour, according to Arthur and Rita. It’s possible that he could have intimidated Amos into handing this Augurey over, but for what reason? Cyrus, Nerys, and that mysterious woman had been using Augurey feathers as a key to meet with each other, but surely there were easier and less conspicuous things they could have chosen instead. Besides, there was nothing directly connecting Dawlish to that meeting or any of those people.
Could he be a quiet supporter? A mole within the Ministry? It wasn’t an impossible suggestion; Dawlish had remained as an Auror during Voldemort’s time ruling the Ministry. Maybe he was just the eyes and ears of the operation within the Ministry, trying to limit any attempts to stop Death Eater activity. Rita had also mentioned that Dawlish had recently upgraded the wards on his house. Could he be hiding Bellatrix there?
Harry groaned in frustration. “There are too many holes in this. All we can do is make guesses, and we both know that that won’t hold up to Amelia or Kingsley. We need solid evidence.”
Susan grimaced. “You’re right,” she agreed. “But I don’t see any readily-apparent, alternative possibilities.”
Neither did Harry. Dawlish was a plausible candidate, and there wasn’t anyone else that they knew of who could fit. Neither the Greengrass or Orpington families had anyone involved in the Auror Department. It could be that someone else was helping out the Death Eaters, but there was literally no other evidence to point to anyone. All that Harry and Susan had was this rough connection that Dawlish had been causing problems for Amos lately and that someone from within the Auror Department had taken an Augurey from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
“There’s still more documents to look at,” Harry said, blowing out the air from his lungs. “Maybe we’ll find something in there.”
The two searched well into the evening, looking for anything else that could point them in the right direction. With each passing document, Harry grew more and more frustrated with the lack of a clear answer. He felt so close to finding the key to everything, but it seemed to be just out of reach, eluding him.
At least he had the hope that Daphne would be able to give him what he needed. If she managed to succeed her father as the head of the Greengrass family, she’d give him all of the documents she had on her father’s illicit dealings. The key might be in there, but Harry wasn’t sure. At the very least, there should be enough information in there to guarantee that Cyrus and Nerys saw prison time.
When the pair finally finished the last of the documents with no new information, they both slumped back into their seats, clearly tired from the hours of reading and thinking.
Lazily, Susan flicked her wand and turned on the wireless. An eloquent orchestral song began to play.
Harry snorted. “Really, classical?”
Susan’s reply came in the form of a pillow hitting his face. “I like it.”
“No wonder you got on so well with those old witches in Venice,” Harry said, shaking his head.
“It was nice to have someone cultured to talk to for a while,” Susan chuckled. “Now I just have you for company. Tell me again what your favourite music is?”
Truthfully, Harry didn’t know much music; he’d never been allowed to listen to much growing up, and what he did hear was often muffled through the door to the tiny cupboard under the stairs in the Dursley’s house. However, he’d come to enjoy most magical bands played over the wireless, but none of them would match the muggle British bands Hermione had taken him to see.
“Rock,” Harry answered, thinking back to when he and Hermione visited the Reading Festival a little over two years after the Battle of Hogwarts.
“So you like listening to overexcited, unimaginative noise?” Susan quipped.
“Yes,” Harry nodded seriously. “That's why I could stand to put up with you in the bedroom.”
Susan gasped in an exaggerated manner. “Are you telling me I wasn’t the best you’ve ever had?” Tears started to form in her eyes, but Harry wouldn’t be fooled by that trick of hers again, not after she’d managed to get him to run out and get her pizza in the middle of the night when they had been in Venice.
“You were middling at best.”
“Alright, now you’ve gone too far.”
Harry dodged the next pillow Susan threw at him, but he wasn’t prepared for her to leap across the sofa at him. She leapt on top of him, grabbing his wrists with her hands while her wand went clattering to the floor nearby. Harry tried to use his strength to lift her off of him, but he froze when he felt her knee force its way in between his thighs.
“Say I was the best,” Susan told Harry with a malicious glint in her eyes.
Harry wanted to say that she was. Honestly, that time in Venice had been nothing short of incredible, but there was so much going on in both of their lives that it had never amounted to anything more. It was months before he regretted not pursuing a relationship with her, but by that point they had drifted their separate ways and were involved with other people. No one else since then had compared to her in the bedroom.
No one except for Daphne Greengrass.
“You are the best,” Harry said after the briefest hesitation.
Susan didn’t miss the slight pause. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “It’s Greengrass, isn’t it?”
It was freaky how she could do that. If he wasn’t practiced in the basics of occlumency, he’d have sworn that she read his mind sometimes.
There was no point in lying now, not when she’d caught him out. She’d always been able to see through him, and lying would just make things worse. “You and I had an incredible time in Venice,” Harry said, trying to shift the conversation away from Daphne and back to Susan.
It didn’t work. “Not as incredible as what you and Greengrass got up to the other night though,” Susan snapped.
The anger on Susan’s face was just a glimpse of what was boiling beneath the surface. For as long as he’d known her, Susan always strove to excel in everything. There was a certain degree of competitiveness that came with that, but Harry hadn’t ever seen him get competitive over something like this.
He opened his mouth to speak, only to be stopped by Susan’s lips touching his. She kissed him deeply, holding his head in her hands and pouring as much fire and passion as she could into the kiss. When they broke apart, she moved her knee over his leg and straddled his waist instead.
“You had me four years ago,” she murmured, looking into his eyes. “You have no idea what I’m like now.”
“Oh?” Harry asked, feeling his cock stir in his trousers. Susan always was a minx in the bedroom, and the thought of another round with her was enough to get him going. “You’ve improved.”
“Immeasurably,” she purred. She leaned forward and nibbled on his earlobe, pressing her ample breasts against his chest and grinding down on his cock. “Would you like to see?”
There was a flurry of clothes thrown around the room as Harry and Susan divested themselves of every last piece they had on them. Harry’s eyes were all over Susan’s curvy body as he tore off her clothes. She still looked so much like she did four years ago, the same moles, the same plumpness and perkiness of her breasts, the same round ass that jiggled perfectly anytime he spanked it, but Susan seemed so much more confident. Back then, she used to blush anytime he saw her naked. Now, she was gazing back at him just as lustfully.
“I’m so fucking wet for you,” Susan said as she got to her feet in front of the sofa. Her thong was the last article on either of them, and she made sure to show off as she faced away from him and bent over. Her round cheeks looked just as incredible as he remembered, and when she pulled down her thong, he was treated to the sight of her glistening pink pussy.
Harry could barely stand how horny he was. He leapt to his feet and grabbed Susan in a full-body hug. She playfully squealed and tried to slip out of his grip while still ensuring to rub every inch of her body against his. Despite her best efforts, Harry won out, and he pulled her back towards the sofa, flipped her onto her back, and climbed on top of her.
Susan looked beautiful pinned beneath him with her long red hair flared out behind her on the sofa. She knew how good she looked, and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. She squeezed her breasts together and her lips parted slightly. “Well?” She prompted him, raising her hips off of the sofa until she managed to touch the underside of Harry’s cock.
“Just admiring the artwork,” Harry grinned.
“The artwork would look even better with a cock in it,” Susan pointed out.
It was a hard argument to refute. Harry was pulsing with need, and he so desperately wanted to bury himself inside of her dripping core, but he still waited for a few more seconds until Susan let out a needy whine.
Adjusting himself carefully, Harry pressed the tip of his cock against the swollen entrance to her pussy. The skin around it was slick with her arousal, and even more was spilling out of her pussy and lubricating the head of his cock.
Being prepared from past experience, Harry was careful when he pushed forward into Susan. He knew that she was incredibly tight at her opening, and that meant that if he wasn’t careful, he could accidentally ram his entire cock inside of her in a single thrust. So, he pushed firmly but conservatively until he felt himself slip into her.
Even with all of his preparations, he still slid half of his length into her in a single thrust because of how wet she was. Her pussy was wonderfully hot and tight around his cock, and Susan moaned with delight. Her entire body rocked like a wave, as though the pleasure she was feeling was causing a physical reaction like this.
“Fucking hell,” Susan moaned, grabbing the sofa with her fist. She dipped her head back, and Harry kissed her exposed neck as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her. Her walls stretched to accommodate his girth, and it felt like they were wiggling against him in time with her pulse. “So big! Please!”
“Please what?” Harry murmured in her ear, already knowing what she wanted but so desperately wanting to hear the words leave her lips.
“Fuck me!” Susan cried out.
Harry rewarded her with a hard thrust. Her body jostled on the sofa and she cried out again. One of her hands went down to where their bodies met and she started to rub her clit while Harry started to fuck her.
Back in Venice, they had fucked like wild animals every night and morning. Lust-fueled passion had driven them, and it was driving them again now. Harry remembered just how much she loved being fucked hard and fast, and that was what he was going to give her tonight.
Harry started to pound Susan’s tight pussy with his cock. He rammed into her hard, relishing in her cries of pleasure and the way her breasts bounced on her chest with every thrust. Her pussy was clamping down hard on his cock, but Harry couldn’t hold back. It had been so long since he’d been inside of Susan, and while a lot of it was just as good as he remembered, there was a new excitement there that was spurring him on. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the amount of time since they’d last fucked or the fact that Susan seemed intent on proving how much better she was than Daphne, but it was nonetheless completely thrilling.
However, despite the how great it felt to be fucking Susan again, Harry knew that it could be better. He wanted his cock to fill every crevice inside of her pussy, and that would be so much easier to do in a mating press position.
So, the next time Harry pulled his hips back, he hooked his arms underneath Susan’s legs and pushed her knees towards her chest. “What are you doing?” She asked, looking down with excitement.
Harry adjusted himself so that he was basically fucking downward into Susan’s pussy. “This,” he answered, thrusting down in time with his words.
Susan let out a howl as Harry’s cock filled her up completely, and Harry couldn’t help but let out a groan himself. Susan’s pussy felt even tighter in this position, and she was gushing around his cock.
Harry pumped his cock in out of her again and again, each thrust delighting him more than the last. Having a beautiful witch underneath him was always a nice treat, but Susan was playing her part perfectly. She made all of the right sounds and motions to maximize her sexual appeal, and it was driving Harry wild with lust.
The burning heat where their two bodies met grew and grew. Harry’s thick cock was stretching Susan out perfectly, and her back was starting to arch off of the sofa as her screams rose to the highest pitch they had yet.
“Oh fuck, Harry!” Susan screamed. She was bucking her hips up sporadically and her eyes were screwed up in pleasure. “Yes! Fuck me! I love your cock!”
She was pushing him closer to the edge with her words. Harry was struggling to maintain a consistent pace due to how good he was feeling, but he wasn’t going to stop fucking her. His cock was throbbing wildly, and her inner walls were too. He nearly came when she tightened up impossibly around him for a moment, but he forced himself to hang on.
“I missed this,” Harry groaned. He squeezed one of her breasts in his hand and slammed his hips forward, burying himself completely inside of her for a moment and savouring the sensation of her walls squirming around him.
“I missed it too,” Susan replied, gasping as he filled her. Her hands came around and grabbed his ass, pulling him against her. She let out a breathy moan. “No one’s as good as you.”
Harry thrust back and forth then, slamming his cock hard into her pussy and making her moan his name. “Glad that you’re finally admitting it,” he teased.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Susan groaned, pulling him inside of her with her hands the next time he pushed forward.
Seeing Susan turn into a moaning mess beneath him was turning Harry on more than he could have possibly imagined. She was igniting a spark within him that drove him to give her his all, if only to prove just how good he could make her feel.
As Harry continued to fuck Susan’s pussy and his balls smacked off of her plump ass, he could feel his orgasm building up again. It made his thighs tremble, but he kept pounding into her, desperate to enjoy every last second that remained.
“Harry!” Susan screamed in pleasure.
Almost immediately, Harry felt her pussy spasm around his cock. A garbled curse left his lips as his cock was squeezed too tightly; it was too much to handle. Harry jerked his hips as far forward as they could go and exploded deep inside of Susan’s pussy. He groped her breast and buried his face in her neck as she shook beneath him. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm his mind, but that didn’t stop him from bouncing his hips against hers, giving little thrusts back and forth every time another spurt of cum was about to shoot out inside of her.
When they both finished, they both laid there, panting heavily. Susan contented herself with wrapping her arms around Harry and kissing any inch of skin she could get her lips on, showing just how much she enjoyed what they had just done.
After a couple of minutes soaking inside of her pussy, Harry finally pushed himself up off of Susan and removed himself from inside of her. As his cock slid out of her pussy, a trickle of cum followed, dripping down over the curve of her ass and staining the sofa below. Harry sat back down in between Susan’s spread legs and sucked in a deep breath, watching as she slowly sat up too.
Susan ran her hand on the skin above her entrance, trailing a line over top of where his cock had been inside of her. “Merlin, that was incredible,” she sighed wistfully.
“It really was,” Harry agreed. It had been better than he had expected after having Daphne the other night—he honestly hadn’t expected anyone to compare after having had her—but Susan had shown him exactly why they had had so much fun in the first place.
“It doesn’t have to end yet though, does it?” Susan asked, meeting his gaze as her fingers drifted down towards her entrance. Her fingers danced around her clit, pinching the skin around gently and rubbing all over it directly, before she plunged a finger inside of herself.
It was starting to get late, and there was the Wizengamot meeting early in the morning, Harry thought to himself. It had been quite a few busy days in a row and he was feeling the strain on his body. But how could he resist someone as beautiful and perfect as Susan?
Harry gave the barest shake of his head when Susan eagerly flipped over onto her belly and grabbed onto his slick cock. “Good,” she smiled as she brought his cock up to her lips. “Because there’s a lot more I’ve got to show you tonight.”
As Susan took Harry’s cock into her mouth, Harry let out a satisfied sigh and ran his hand through her red locks. If it was as good as what he’d just experienced, he was looking forward to what else she had to show him.
