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Harry/Susan One Shot - Help from a Hufflepuff
🕑 Added 2023-12-29 16:08:33 +0000 UTCA/N: A day delay on this because, for some reason, I just can't write a one-shot of less than 8 thousand words. So I hope you enjoy this big oneshot filled with fluff all over it.
The next chapter of DyTSW will be out tomorrow, and I have decided to put that poll I was talking about on Sunday.
Thank you so much!
Harry has been in many bad situations in his life, where he has been abused, hated, or even had to put his life on the line to survive.
But in those situations, he always had a chance to fight for himself and save himself.
Not in this situation, though.
Standing right in the centre of the courtroom with all the heads of old magical families and the most powerful people of wizarding Britain, he was facing the new injustice against him.
And unlike in the past, right now, it doesn’t matter how much he tried to prove that he was innocent and not guilty enough to be punished.
Especially when that punishment was getting his wand taken from him and expelled from Hogwarts.
That was not to say he didn’t try; he really did, and even Dumbledore did too, although he didn’t want to talk about that old man right now.
But the truth was, no matter what he did, it all failed, and not because he didn’t have any solid proof, because even if he did, he knew it wouldn’t matter.
Because that fat pig, Cornelius Fudge, and that toad-like woman sitting beside him were dead set on making him guilty of the crime he did not commit.
He was losing all hope and was on the edge of his patience when a stern, commanding voice interrupted Fudge's smug speech about his punishment.
"Minster, if I may.”
Harry turned to see who it was and saw a monocle-wearing, strict-looking, red-haired woman.
He recognised her as having been called Madame Bones earlier.
“What is it, Amelia? There is nothing else to say,” Fudge said arrogantly.
“I believe, minister, there is much still left." Amelia replied with her usual stony face, “We are doing a trial of an 18-year-old for something so minuscule in a courtroom where the biggest of criminals are tried. I don’t think it would look good on you if people found it that way.”
“But-“
“Specially when they found out that you had taken the wand off the boy who lived himself without even letting him prove his innocence properly.” Amelia barged on cutting any rebuff from fudge.
Fudge's face paled as he saw the implication of her statement, and it looked like he had nothing else to say. But the same couldn’t be said for someone else.
“But the boy has no proof of his innocence.” The annoyingly sweet voice of Toad in pink interjects, “I don’t see why we should give him a chance when he has nothing to prove to us that he is not guilty of his crime.”
Harry gritted his teeth at the toad-faced woman. He had never seen anyone more irritating than that woman in his life.
“I do think there is one more way for Mr. Potter to prove his innocence,” Amelia said, showing no backing down against the undersecretary.
“And pray, tell me, what is it?” Umbridge asked with a very fake smile.
“Let Mr. Potter give us the memory of that night so that we can see for ourselves if what he is saying is true or not,” the DMLE head said firmly.
Harry's eyes lit up at the possible chance to prove his innocence, but of course that retched woman has to ruin it.
“A memory can be alerted!” The toad shouted, finally losing her fake patience, “How do we not know a liar like him can’t fool us by giving a fake memory?”
Amelia, showing the composure and professionalism she was known for, calmly replied to the screaming woman, “Don’t worry, Ms. Umbridge; for that, we have an unspeakable who will verify if the memory is fake or not.”
Just as she finished, a man in a white hooded robe stood up, and Harry was shocked to see the stranger, as he didn’t remember him being in the room all this time.
“So what do you say, minister?” Amelia pressed on the sweating pig, “Are you ready to give Mr. Potter one last chance to prove his innocence?”
Fudge opened his mouth to say no due to his own agenda, but then he noticed the murmur of agreement from every old family head who looked like they were with Amelia's bone suggestion.
Knowing he was backed into a corner, he ignored his glaring undersecretary and Malfoy and nodded, giving his permission.
"Good.” Amelia smiled in satisfaction and then nodded at the unspeakable.
Harry stared in anticipation and confusion as the unspeakable walked to him.
“Mr. Potter, I would like for you to close your eyes and envision that night clearly in your head," the hooded man told him.
Harry nodded, closed his eyes, and recalled that night when he faced the dementors.
Once he had it, he waited for the next instruction but was shocked when he felt the wand tip on his temple.
Calming himself, he sat still and let the unspeakable do his job.
"Done,” the masked man said, and Harry opened his eyes to see a silvery strand on his wand, which he realised was his memory.
The unspeakable then cast some spells and then nodded towards Amelia, saying, “The memory is real.”
Amelia smiled. “Then please let us see the memory,” she politely ordered, and the unspeakable followed by putting his memory in a big bowl-like thing. He then traced his wand on the edges of the bowl, and a big magical screen erupted from the bowl like a film screen and began showing his memory.
When they saw the two dementors attacking him and his cousin after that, everyone in the large room watched in stunned rapture as Harry's story came to pass.
There were some gasps of awe when they saw his corporal Patronus, and Harry noticed Amelia giving him an impressed, raised eyebrow.
The memory then ended, and Harry was thrilled to see everyone singing his innocence and praise for the courageous thing he did to protect himself and his muggle cousin.
"Well, I think it’s safe to say Mr. Potter is innocent of his crime." Amelia said, stealing everyone’s attention, and then raised her eyebrow at the red fuming fudge. “What do you say, minister? Does Mr. Potter still need to prove himself?”
Fudge glared daggers at the stoic-faced Amelia and the smirking Harry. He then, seeing the nod and voice of support for Harry from everyone, picked up his gravel and brought it down.
“After the proof of his innocence through his memory of the night, Mr. Potter has not been found guilty of his crime, and as such, every charge against him henceforth has been dropped." Fudge said with great reluctancy and then stormed from the room with his toad behind him, who was glaring at Harry, who just winked back at her, angering her more.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief after getting his charges uplifted. He then saw Amelia leaving the room and ran towards her.
“Madame Bones!” He called her, making her stop, and turned around at the outside of the room.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Amelia asked, staring at her niece's classmate.
Harry came to stop in front of her, and standing straight, he bowed to her. “Thank you so much for helping me,” he said gratefully.
Amelia shook her head. "As the head of DMLE, I was just doing my job, Mr. Potter. I can’t let an innocent be punished for a crime he did not commit.”
“Still earlier, I had lost any hope of going out of this courtroom with my wand until you came for my help,” Harry insisted, “so thank you for that. Because of you, I could still go to Hogwarts.”
Amelia smiled and held his shoulder. “If you are persistent, then I do accept your thank you,” she said softly, and then smirked. “But I do believe if there is anyone who actually deserves your gratitude, it’s my niece Susan.”
“Susan?” Harry frowned, feeling confused after hearing his Hufflepuff classmate name.
"Yes, Susan.” Amelia nodded, giggling. “She was the one who insisted on telling me that you were innocent even when she didn’t know the whole story. She also demanded that I make sure you don’t get punished today.”
“But even though I love her, I still had to check for myself if I could trust you, which was why I was silent at the start and only came in your defence at the end when I confirmed that you are as innocent as my niece said.” Amelia finished explaining shocking Harry, who was not expecting to hear someone else from his year help him.
Amelia then, with one last squeeze on his shoulder, turned around to walk back to her office. But before that, she turned her head and gave one last comment to Harry.
“I was curious to see why my niece believed in you so much, but after meeting you, I can see what she and other girls see in you,” she smirked, and then made her way to her office, leaving behind a very confused Harry.
“Huh? What did she mean by that?” The very confused Harry asked no one.
Thankfully, at that same moment, Arthur arrived with a wide smile after hearing Harry was free now and took the confused teen to the Grimmauld Palace to inform others and celebrate his successful trial.
-
On a sunny September 1st, the shiny Hogwarts Express was on its way to drop off the excited students at Hogwarts for their new year.
And on that train, weaving his way through the running students, was Harry, who was looking in every compartment to find the girl he was looking for.
After the day of his trial, there had been only one thing on his mind—more specifically, one girl—and that was Susan Bones.
He hadn’t been able to forget that Susan was one of the reasons he was able to go to Hogwarts this year.
The whole summer, he had thought of owling her, but he had dropped the idea because he didn’t know if she would appreciate it or not.
After all, despite being in the same year, they never really interacted between them, save for some time when Harry was partnered up with her in herbology class.
And he remembered that every time they did, they didn’t talk much because he didn’t know how to talk with other girls, and Susan was very shy.
Come to think of it, he does remember her talking with others freely, but never with him, which was very odd to him.
But with his mind made today, he was going to talk with her to express his gratitude.
Finally, in the second carriage away from his, he found her sitting with her fellow housemates.
Standing outside, he took a deep breath and knocked on the compartment door.
The talk from the inside was stopped, and Hannah Abbott opened the door.
“Yes… oh, Harry,” she said, surprised to see him in their compartment.
“Hey Hannah,” Harry smiled politely, “can I come in?”
Hannah looked behind her and shrugged. "Um, sure.”
Harry nodded and entered the compartment, and his eyes went straight to the pretty red-haired beauty sitting on the window seat.
“Hi Susan,” he waved at the shocked girl.
“H-Harry!” The red-faced Susan squeaked, and her friend snickered quietly.
"Hey, um." Harry rubbed his neck nervously. “I wanted to talk with you about something if you were free,” he added hurriedly.
"Oh." If possible, Susan's face became even more red. “Of course I am free,” she said shyly, and then side-eye glared at her friend.
As if it were some kind of secret language, her friends understood her subtle signal.
“Come on, Megan, Justin was looking for us,” Hannah said, picking up the reluctant brown-haired girl who looked like she wanted to stay.
Finally, when they left, Harry amusedly heard Susan breathe a sigh of relief and warmly smile at him.
"Sit, Harry,” she said, pointing to the seat opposite to get.
“Thank you.” Harry nodded and sat down.
“So what did you want to talk about?” she asked softly, and for a second, Harry lost himself in how soft and melodic her voice was.
Thankfully, he managed to not make a fool of himself. “I was looking for you to thank you for your help,” he said, leaning forward.
“My help?” Susan asked, her face scrunched in confusion.
Harry chuckled at seeing her cute face. "Yes, your help, Susan. Because of you, your aunt came to my defence at my trial, and I was found innocent of the crimes that were forced on me.”
“So for that." Harry said, leaning and taking her small hands in his while he stared into her blue eyes, “Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
Susan's face turned beet red, feeling warm, and her eyes kept going from his face to his hands as she stuttered, “Harry… you… don't need..."
“I know what you are going to say." Harry firmly cut her off. "That I don’t need to thank you, but if not for you, Susan, I wouldn’t be here with you going to Hogwarts ever again, and for that, I am in your debt.”
“And if you want anything, you can ask me; if I can, I will do it for you,” he told her sincerely with a hand to his chest.
Susan gaped like a fish as she tried to come to terms with what was happening.
The boy that she had a crush on for a long time was now here in front of her, holding her hands.
She knew what he was saying was right, but she only did it to help the boy she liked, whom she knew was innocent of his crime.
She never had any intention of gaining a debt from him when she begged her aunt to help Harry.
But now that she thought about it, she suddenly realised this was exactly what she needed to finally get closer to her crush, and maybe more.
All she needed was to tell him how she wanted him to date her for the payment of the debt, and she knew Harry would do it.
And with that in mind, she looked into those gorgeous green eyes of his that she so wanted to lose herself in and opened her mouth to tell him...
“I don’t know.”
Well, let it be known that there was a reason she was a Hufflepuff, not a Gryffindor.
Because every time Susan Bones was with Harry Potter, she forgot all she wanted to say from her heart.
It was the same reason she wasn’t able to go with Harry to the Yule Ball last year, because she was too much of a coward to go and ask him.
And it was the same case now.
Harry blinked at her, hearing her answer, and then his bright eyes dimmed in disappointment.
“Oh… I see,” he said with a smile, only to not show her his real emotion.
And Susan couldn’t take seeing him down, so she squeezed his hands and hurriedly said, "That, not... What I meant to say was that right now I don’t know what I want, but when I do, I will come to you and tell you, I promise.” She assured him, smiling brightly at him.
And her smile widened when Harry sighed in relief, and this time there was a real smile on his face.
"Yeah, of course that is perfect; we can do that." Harry nodded, grinning, and it was so contagious that Susan couldn’t help but giggle.
They both then sat there in silence, not even knowing they were still holding each other's hands.
When Harry finally realised how long he had been sitting comfortably like that, he pulled back his hand, blushing lightly, and coughed to break the silence.
“I-I should go, Hermione, and Ron might be waiting for me,” Harry said, standing up and scratching his head nervously.
"Yeah, you are right." Susan nodded, avoiding his eyes and staring at her hands, which were still warm from his warmth.
Harry nodded. “See you soon, Susan,” he wished, and then exited the compartment.
“See you soon." Susan whispered, smiling, in the empty compartment, which wasn’t empty for long as her friends rushed in.
She sighed, seeing their eager faces, because she knew they were going to pressure her to tell them everything that happened.
She also knew how they were going to be disappointed in her for chickening out again in front of the guy she wanted.
And she hated it because they would never know how hard it was for her to tell Harry the things that were in her heart when his handsome face and those beautiful eyes were right in front of her.
-
Susan was running as fast as she could as she followed the angry, rushing Harry.
They just had their defence class together, and Harry stormed off the room just like he had done in every previous class with that toad.
And as much as other people might blame Harry for not controlling his anger, Susan was on his side because she knew what he was going through under that vile woman.
That woman was the most horrible being Susan has ever seen; she was worse than some monsters she had seen in her life.
She herself had been close to losing her patience against that woman, and the only reason she hadn’t was because that bitch doesn’t mess with pure blood like her.
She was already informed about that toad by her aunt, but she still wasn’t ready to see how horrible that woman really was.
Especially against Harry. It seemed as if that woman had a special agenda against him.
In every class they had with her, she has always targeted him, and contrary to what others believe, Susan has seen how much Harry controlled himself against that vile woman.
But at the end, the toad always comes out successful in angering Harry and putting him in detention with her gleefully.
Susan has seen this continue for the last month, and every time Harry has stormed off somewhere after the class has ended to get himself away from others.
But today she was not going to let him rant about his frustration alone. She knew that what he needed was a friend, and if his own friend wouldn’t be there for him, then she would.
Following him, she entered an abandoned classroom, and just as she chose the door behind them, she heard a big boom.
Turning around, she saw wide-eyed Harry blasting every piece of furniture in the room with such power that it had turned to dust.
It was mesmerising to see how good he was with his wand, even when he was furious.
But this wasn’t the time to get lost in the thought of Harry and rather to be his support.
"Harry,” she called softly, trying to gain his attention.
Unfortunately, Harry was so gone in his rage that he didn’t listen to her.
Taking a deep breath, she yelled as loud as she could, “HARRY!”
“What!” Harry yelled back, turning back, but then he stopped when he saw Susan behind him.
"Susan, what are you doing here?” He asked, calming down after seeing his friend.
Susan smiled, seeing how fast Harry’s mood changed after seeing her.
It always pleased her how Harry always seemed to calm down and smile whenever he saw her because he considered her his friend.
And Susan loved that. It was one of the only positive things that has happened under Umbridge.
Since that train ride where Harry came to thank her, they have both become closer.
Harry has started to be more involved with others than his friends, but she has noticed how he always seems to take out some time to talk with her.
It has pleased Susan to see the boy she crush on finally seem to notice her and how happy he looked whenever he was with her.
Not as happy as her, though.
She had forgotten how many times her friends have teased her about how close Harry has become to her and how much care he takes for her.
And although at first she always used to blush and avoid the conversation, the current Susan didn’t shy away; in fact, she was proud and happy.
She had also stopped being shy and losing her composure around Harry.
Though there were some moments where she lost herself in her daydreams with Harry... but come on, can you blame her?
Shaking out of her thoughts, she crossed her arms and stared down at him. “I am here because I won’t let you lent your anger on the poor table,” she told him firmly. “You need someone, and I am here for that.”
“I don’t nee-"
"Yes, you do." Susan barged, “You can’t keep lying to yourself, Harry. I can see how angry that umbitch makes you.”
Harry chuckled upon hearing the nickname she had given to the toad, and Susan smiled slightly at seeing him laugh, but she still pressed on.
“And instead of letting your frustration out by blasting things, you need someone to talk to because I know how much you blame yourself,” Susan said, stepping closer.
Harry's eyes widened, and she knew she had hit the point.
“I know you think that being angry is your own fault." Susan continued on softly, “I have seen how Hermione and Ron blame you for getting angry by talking the bait from Umbitch.”
"But let me tell you, it’s not your fault, Harry." She said, pocking his chest, “You have every right to be angry, but please don’t bottle your anger. Talk with me so that I can help you feel better.”
Harry stayed still as he stared at her concerned face for him. He looked at the emotion in her eyes that showed how much she cared for him, and he felt his heart getting warm.
His lips turned into a soft smile, and he pulled Susan into a hug. “Thank you and sorry,” he whispered to her head as he rested his head on hers.
Susan smiled even when her cheeks turned red as she felt his strong arms around her. Taking the opportunity, she returned the hug, letting her ear rest on his heart.
“It’s okay,” she whispered softly, closing her eyes and enjoying his warmth and embrace.
They both stayed there in each other's arms until Susan finally had the chance to ask what she had wanted for a long time.
"Harry, I know what I want in repayment of your debt,” she told him, pulling off the hug.
“What is it?” Harry asked eagerly.
Susan took a deep breath, and she finally said what she hadn’t been able to since last year. “I want you to go on a date with me,” she said in a single breath with her eyes closed, afraid to see his face.
She stayed with her eyes closed for a few seconds, waiting for his answer, but when he still didn’t reply, she opened her eyes and saw him staring at her with a wide range of emotions.
There was happiness, which filled her with hope; then there was shock; and lastly, there was a major expression of confusion on his face.
“Is that your wish?” Harry asked her, perplexed.
Susan nodded.
“Are you sure?”
Feeling hurt, Susan pouted, "Harry, if you don’t want to, just say no.”
“What?” Harry frowned, and then, seeing her hurt face, he cupped her cheeks. “Of course I want to,” he said, forcing her to see the truth in his eyes.
“You do?” Susan asked, hopefully smiling and barely able to hide her joy.
"Yes, I do." Harry nodded. “For some time as well; in fact, I was ready to ask you that myself.”
Her smile became wider after hearing he wanted her as well, but then she frowned. “But then why were you so shocked?”
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Because I was surprised that you would ask for something so easy, I would have said yes regardless.”
Susan giggled, sighing in relief. "Well, it doesn’t matter anymore; you have said yes, so the debt is repaid, and now you don’t have to live in fear anymore,” she said cheekily.
Harry laughed and pulled her back for a hug. “You silly, silly girl.”
-
Susan couldn’t believe that this was happening.
She was hand in hand walking on the streets of Hogsmeade with Harry Potter, the boy she had crushed on for so long.
And the boy who liked her back just as well.
After that day, when she asked him about the date and he said yes, they had both become closer than before.
Just like Susan had told him, Harry, instead of bottling his anger, has started to talk with her or just be with her to make him feel relaxed.
And it helped a lot. He has not only stopped falling for the umbitch's bait, but he has also started to be happier.
At the start of this school year, he was always grumpy, gloomy, and fighting his own anger, but now that Susan has come into his life, everything has changed.
He has started to smile more now that he has spent more time with her, shared a laugh, and just enjoyed her company.
But he would have never thought the girl who has changed so much for him would want to be more than just his friend.
It wasn't only Susan who couldn’t believe the moment they were having, because Harry himself didn’t think an amazing girl like Susan would like him.
But more than that, he was finding out that she hadn't been liking him just now; in fact, she had had a crush on him for a long time.
Which explained to him the reason why she was always so shy around him.
Every time he thought about it, he felt so stupid for not realising her feelings for him sooner.
Which was because he was a dumb idiot and has never tried to have any friends outside of his house.
But he was going to change that now, and he was going to start now. He was going to make sure this date would be the best one for Susan, so she would always remember it.
And earlier, when he saw her for the first time when she arrived at the gate, Harry knew he had to do his best.
He always knew she was pretty, but when he saw her in her tight black jeans and a big red sweater that was tight on her body, highlighting her very generous bosom, he realised she was absolutely gorgeous.
He couldn’t help it, as he kept stealing glances at her while they walked.
She just looked so goddamn adorable and hot in her sweater and cap.
Which was the same for Susan as well. She kept biting her lips and squeezing Harry’s bicep in the denim jacket he was wearing.
From the moment she saw him waiting for her in his denim look, Susan's mind was filled with the dirty things she wanted Harry to do with her.
Even now, her mind kept drifting on those thoughts while her hand wandered and she licked her lips.
Which was why she missed what Harry said to her.
Her shaking shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up at Harry smirking down at her.
“W-what? You said something?” She stuttered as her cheek’s flamed more from getting caught than cold.
Harry chuckled. “I was asking if you need anything to buy because we should do the shopping first, then we can go on our date.”
Susan shook her head. “Don’t worry, I already told my friends what I needed, so they will buy it for me because all I want today is to spend time with you,” she smiled warmly.
Harry grinned. “Smart girl.” He then grabbed her hand and took her to the spot he had chosen for their date.
Susan happily followed him, wandering where they were going. First, she thought it would be Three Broomsticks, which was most people's favourite, but they went past it.
Then a horror thought came into her mind when she saw they were going in the direction of Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop.
She held her breath, dread filling her as they closed the distance between the shops, but fortunately, they passed it as well.
Once they were past, Susan breathed the biggest sigh of relief in her life. Hearing a laugh, she looked at Harry and realised he was playing with her.
“You idiot, why did you scare me like that?” She huffed, hitting his arm.
Harry replied by laughing harder.
They kept going without even entering any shops, and Susan started to get very confused when they walked out of the village to the nearby forest.
"Harry, how far is it?” Susan asked, tightly holding his hand.
“Don’t worry, we are almost there,” Harry assured her with a calm smile.
Trusting in Harry, she stayed silent even though she was staring to get scared.
And when the line of trees encircling them ended and they entered a sizable snow-covered area, her faith paid off.
It had a small pond in the middle that was frozen completely, and surrounding it was a beautiful view of the forest, and even Hogwarts could be seen in the distance.
Susan stood shell-shocked, enjoying the beautiful snowy view. Her eyes darted left and right, looking at the many numbers of trees looking pretty covered by snow.
She didn’t even notice when Harry went behind her and hugged her, bringing her closer to his warm chest.
“Do you like it?” Harry asked quietly in her ears, making her feel goosebumps.
Susan nodded and then looked over her shoulder at him. “This is so beautiful, Harry,” she said breathlessly with a wide smile.
“Glad you like it." Harry smiled, kissing her nose, turning it even redder.
“Come on, let’s enjoy our first date,” Harry told her, pushing her towards the blanket laid down for them, which Susan just noticed.
She sat down on the warm blanket, feeling the magic cover her, and she realised Harry had charmed the blanket as she began feeling warm in the cold weather.
Her heart became warm as well from the caring gesture.
She then saw the basket on the blanket, which Harry opened.
“I asked Dobby to make us something for our date, and it looks like he has made everything possible." Harry expressed a slight embarrassment as he kept taking out food, but it just kept going on.
Susan giggled. “You are lucky, Harry; you have such a thoughtful elf,” she teased him.
And then her focus shifted when she saw her favourite pudding, and she lunged into taking the pudding before Harry could and began eating it.
Harry, with his hands still in the air in shock, watched as Susan devoured the pudding in a couple minutes and then went for more.
Smiling and shaking his head, he picked up a fresh sandwich and began eating with her.
Once she calmed down, Susan realised what she looked like, and she blushed, but Harry assured her it was alright.
After that, both began calmly eating as their focus was more on each other.
For the next half hour, they just enjoyed their time in the cold, beautiful scene, talking with each other.
They talked about anything they could, as they felt so comfortable with each other's company.
Even Harry talked with her about the things that he never did with anyone else.
Like the topic of his childhood.
Susan, knowing how much trust Harry was putting on her, decided to tell him something even her friends don’t know, which was how hard her life was living without parents and with a single aunt who loved her, but there were times when she was too busy to take care of her.
They were both the same. Both were orphans. They lost their parents to the same enemy. The only thing that was different was that Susan was lucky to have her aunt with her, unlike Harry.
Susan could feel the pain Harry went through, and after hearing him talk about his past so calmly, her respect and love for him rose even higher.
Knowing how Harry wouldn’t like it if someone would be sympathetic with him or pity him for his past, Susan decided to change the subject.
Which Harry greatly appreciated, and something that made him fall for her harder.
They then talked about a lighter and more enjoyable topic that brought a bright smile to their faces and laughter to their peaceful surroundings.
By the end of their date, both of them didn’t even know when they had finished their food and were leaning on each other.
Both were so close; they were right beside each other, their thighs touching and their hands intertwined in Susan's lap.
Harry's wand vibrated, signalling the end of their date.
“This was the most amazing day of my life, Susan." Harry smiled and said, “I enjoyed it so much with you.”
“I did it to Harry." Susan whispered, smiling softly, “This was better than anything I ever expected.”
“I am glad,” Harry whispered to her lips, which were so close to his.
He could feel her hot breath on his lips, and they both looked at each other's lips and eyes at the same time.
Feeling how much both wanted this, Harry cupped her cheeks, and Susan held the back of his neck with one hand, and both leaned in at the same time.
Closing the last remaining gap and claiming each other's lips.
Both of their eyes closed as, in the cold weather surrounding them, they were both lost in each other's warmth.
Both of them melted in their kiss and smiled. Kissing each other softly, both took their time and enjoyed the feeling of their first kiss.
When their lips connected, a shiver went through their bodies, and both of them knew they were meant for each other.
Hungry for more Susan grabbed his jacket, leaning closer, and shared the same breath with Harry, with his lips nipping and kissing on his.
Harry, too, grabbed her waist and pulled her sideways on his lap, kissing her back with the same love and hunger.
They kept kissing each other passionately in between the falling snow and forgetting about anyone else. For them, they were both the only people left in the world.
Until Harry wand buzzed again.
Breaking their kiss, both stayed close, their foreheads touching and their heavy breathing mingling with each other.
"Sorry,” Harry said quietly. "As much as I want to keep kissing you from day to night, we do need to go. We are getting late.”
“I know.” Susan nodded, a bit disappointed. She had forgotten about the meeting Hermione had planned in Hog’s head.
"Hey, don’t be so sad,” Harry whispered, caressing her cheeks. “Once we get back to Hogwarts, I will kiss you as long as you want,” he said, smiling.
“I will hold you on to that promise, mister,” Susan giggled, stealing one last kiss.
They both then stood up and suddenly felt the cold again as the charm of the blanket wore off.
After that, both packed the basket, shrunk it with the blanket, and then, with Susan snuggling closer to Harry with his arms around her, they both made their way to the hogs head.
For their meeting with other students that Hermione had planned for the secret teaching classes, which would be given by Harry himself.
At first, Harry wasn’t in agreement with that plan, but after Susan explained to him how useful it would be for other students and for him as well, he agreed.
It was something about which Hermione wasn’t happy because she was jealous of the fact that Harry listened to Susan instead of her.
But Harry didn’t care for one bit.
He trusted Susan more than his friends, who left him all alone this whole summer.
Maybe he was a little biassed towards the girl he loved, but as he said, he couldn't give a fuck.
-
As the last of the Dumbledore Army students left the room, Harry stretched his arm and yawned, opening the knots in his joints.
If he had known how tiring teaching 50 other students would be, he would have never accepted this idea.
But then again, after seeing the happy faces of others as they left the room, all these negative thoughts disappeared from his mind.
Two soft hands squeezed his shoulders from behind, and Harry melted into his girlfriend's relaxing touch.
“Tired?” Susan whispered.
"Hmm.” Harry nodded, his eyes closed. “So so much.”
“I can feel that,” Susan said, kneading the knot in his shoulder. “Come on, I have something planned that will help you.”
She grabbed Harry’s hand and pushed him into a bed that Harry hadn’t even noticed when the room conjured it.
Susan leaned down, kissed him softly, and pulled back just when Harry was staring to deepen the kiss. "Get undressed and wait for me,” she whispered to his lips, and then went to the bathroom made by the room.
Harry, feeling confused, shrugged and began pulling his clothes off. Sleeping together in this room had become the norm for them.
When he was down to his boxers, he heard the bathroom door opening, and looking up, he lost his breath.
Susan was leaning on the door, and she wasn't wearing what she entered the room with.
Instead of her uniform or her pyjamas that she normally wears to bed, she was actually wearing green lingerie.
A very skimpy, lacy lingerie that left nothing to imagination.
As Harry admired the sight of her voluptuous body on full display with only a thin, lacy, nearly transparent piece of cloth covering it, his mouth began to water.
Susan smirked smugly, getting the reaction from him she wanted, and then sauntered to Harry, and then straddled his laps with her big, bouncy tits right in his face.
“Do you like my surprise?” She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Harry nodded with his eyes fixed on her tits when he could see her hard nipples through the thin top barely covering her hefty boobs.
“Not that I mind it because, fuck me, I don't,” he said, grabbing her ass. “But what brought this on?”
"Because.." Susan bit her lips and grinded on his half-hard cock in his boxers. “I want you to take me and make me yours.”
Harry's eyes widened at the implication of her words, “Are you sure?” He asked breathlessly, his cock twitching.
"Yes." Susan nodded, her breathing heavy. “Make love to me tonight, Harry,” she whispered with all her love and lust for him.
Harry's eyes darkened, and he took her lips, hungrily biting at them and swallowing her moan.
He then grabbed her waist, spun, and laid her down on her back, forcing his weight on her and his covered cock to rub her aching cunt.
Pulling back, he stared at her, breathing heavily, which caused her boobs to bounce, and he untied her knot and pulled the lingerie away from her body.
With his gaze back on her body, he feasted on those glorious big, heavy, perky boobs before he stooped down and sucked her pebble nipples in his mouth.
“Fuck…” Susan gasped and arched her back, thrusting her tits into his mouth, and moaned, "Yesss, Harry..." as Harry played with her tits, and she loved it.
She always knew how other boys looked at her tits, which made her hate them earlier in her life, but now seeing how much Harry loved her tits, she regretted ever thinking of getting rid of them.
Harry kneaded both of his breasts in his hand before biting and sucking on her nipples. Her boobs were so huge they were out filling his hands, but all they did was make him hornier.
Although Susan enjoyed the attention, he was giving her breasts, this was not what she desired at the moment. She seized his head and dragged him away from her saliva-drenched, wet tits.
"Harry, please, I need you!” She whined, rubbing her hot, aching core on the tent of his boxers.
Harry smirked, and then, with a bit of wandless magic, he got rid of his boxers, letting his heavy, massive shaft bounce on her thighs.
Susan's eyes stared in awe at the impressive size of Harry’s cock, and her already wet cunt flooded with her juices at the thought of that magnificent shaft filling her tight, untouched walls.
Harry placed his tip at her lips, rubbing it and making it wet with her juices to ease his cock into her tight depths.
He then, staring into Susan's trusting eyes, leaned down and pushed in, spreading her lips apart slowly until he felt a barrier.
Knowing it would be painful for her, he pulled his one hand off her waist, cupped her tit, and started kneading her pillowy boobs and rolling her nipples.
Hearing her moan in his mouth, he knew he was successful in making her relax and lose herself in pleasure. Then he pushed his cock, breaching her hymen, and popped her cherry.
Susan winced in pain, but Harry's hands on her boobs made her forget about the pain, and she pushed her hips up, telling him to fill her fully with his cock.
Harry pushed in, slowly stretching her depths, and then finally his pelvis touched her hip, and his hefty ball rested on her shoulders when his cock was fully inside her, touching the back of her pussy.
“Fuck…” Susan gasped, breaking the kiss with wide eyes, and stared down in awe at the feeling of her walls stretching around his cock.
“You’re…. So…. Deep….” She moaned, touching her puffy lips wide with his massive girth and the outline of his shaft she could feel through her stomach.
Harry chuckled, claiming her kiss again and sending a spark of pleasure through her when his cock moved inside her.
“This is just the start, love,” he smirked, and then began pulling his sock out and thrusting back into her wet, warm depths.
Susan moaned softly when his thick length rubbed her g-spots, and her breath knocked out every time Harry bottomed inside her, hitting her cervix.
This…. This is what she had been dreaming of for the last month: being together with Harry. Every time she had grinded her pussy on his cock when they were making out, this was what was on her mind.
The imagination of how good it would feel inside her, but now finally getting her cherry pop by the love of her life and getting her pussy break on his cock, she realised it was much better than her imagination.
She loved how soft and gentle Harry was being with her. He knew this was only their first time, and he was fucking her softly, letting her get used to his overwhelming size.
His every thrust was slow and filled with care and love for her, just like she wanted. Right now, for the first time, she didn’t want a rough fuck; that would come later.
No, what she needed right now was exactly what Harry was giving her. He wasn’t fucking her; he was making love to her.
“Oh… Fuck…" Moaning, she opened her eyes and stared into those dark green eyes of the man that was filling her depths.
Biting her lips, she arched her back off the bed, thrusting her tits into his hands as his plunging cock stretched her tunnel, making her feel pleasure like she had never before.
Feeling how close her rising explosion was, Susan pulled down Harry by cupping his strong jaw and kissing him, slowly pouring all her love into the kiss and moaning in his mouth every time he sheathed his cock in her cunt.
Harry was the same as well; grabbing her tits, he fastened his thrusts, pumping and filling her pussy harder.
Heavy clapping echoed in the room every time his pelvis struck her hip and balls smacked her thick ass cheeks.
Susan moans turned into screams in his mouth as his cock pistons harder in her cunt, knocking on her womb with every thrust.
And when Harry pinched and pulled on her nipples, her pussy clamped down on his thick shaft, and her body spasmed in a thunderous orgasm.
She mewled his name in his mouth, biting his lips and scratching his back. At the same time, her pussy gushed all over his cock and the sheets underneath her.
Harry groaned, feeling his cock get squeezed by her walls and thrusting deep one last time he unloaded his cum, filling her womb and painting the back of her pussy white.
He held her shaking body in his arms and his cock in her pussy, pumping her full with so much of his cum that some leaked out of her lips.
After a couple of minutes of sharing their pleasure, both finally calmed down, and Harry dropped down beside her, not wanting to crush her with his weight.
Both of them lay down on their sides, facing each other with satisfied smiles on their sweaty, flushed faces and their hands caressing each other's cheeks.
Looking into each other's eyes, they both whispered at the same time.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Their eyes and smiles widened in joy and love hearing each other's confessions, and both leaned in to meet in between to kiss softly filled with their love.
Two orphans who were made for each other came together because of a stupid debt.
And their history was changed forever for good.
-
12 years later
"Papa,” a soft, innocent voice said.
"Yes, sweetheart,” 30-year-old Harry Potter replied, caressing his six-year-old daughter's hair while he was trying to make her sleep.
She was the perfect combination of him and her mother. Her vibrant red hair that she got from her mother and the green eyes staring back at him were so similar to his.
Harry always smiled softly when he remembered how his little girl grand aunt told him how much she looked like his mother.
Which was why her name was also Lily.
“How did you and mom get together?” His princess asked curiously.
Harry's eyes glossed in thought of the past, and he smirked, "Well, you see.” He began, “Your mom used a very clever plan by her devious mind and forced me into her debt, and then see asked me to take her for a date as the repayment.”
“Really?” The poor, innocent Lily asked with wide eyes.
"Really,” Harry nodded seriously. “At first, I hated it, but then she bewitched me into her trap and made me fall in love with her.” He finished with a deep sigh.
“B-but that’s so cruel!” His little daughter cried, feeling bad for her dear father. “Mommy is so nice; why would she do that?”
Harry shook his head in fake sadness. "Oh, sweetheart, don’t be fooled; your mommy was in Hufflepuff, but she had the mind of a Slytherin.” He told her, barely hiding his laugh.
"Really, Harry, are you lying to your own daughter?” An amused voice came from behind them.
The father-daughter looked behind and saw Susan Potter standing on the door with her two-year-old son Ares asleep in her arms, who was named after her father.
“What? I wasn’t lying,” Harry said innocently, and then turned to his daughter and asked, "Was I princess?” with his eyes begging for his daughter to side with him.
Lily might be six years old, but both the father and daughter were already masters of their silent language.
"No, papa was not,” she shook her head, her eyes so innocent that, for a second, both parents believed her.
Susan snorted and shook her head. “You are already getting corrupted by your father,” she said while putting Ares in his cot.
"I haven’t." Harry complained, crossing his arms, and in reply, he got a side eye from his wife and a giggle from Lily.
“Stop laughing; you’re supposed to be at my side,” he half-heartedly scolded his daughter.
"Sorry, papa,” Lily apologised with no sincerity. The little devil was not sorry at all.
“It’s time for you to sleep as well, Lily.” Susan told her daughter after kissing her sleeping boy.
“But mum-“
"No, Lily Mummy is right." Harry cut off his daughter, whining, “And if you sleep like a good girl, then me and Mummy will tell you the real story of how we met, alright.”
Lily's eyes lit up. “Promise?”
“We promise.” Susan smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead, tucking her in.
“Good night, papa and mummy,” Lily wished with her eyes closed.
“Good night, princess,” Harry whispered, petting her head, and then both parents left their kids rooms after a last look.
Outside of the room, Harry suddenly found himself pushed into the wall as his wife leaned in on him, giving him a very clear look at her huge tits wrapped loosely in her robes.
“You’re so hot, Mr. Potter." Susan purred, looking at him through her batting eyelashes. “I always get so wet seeing you with our kids.”
"Hmm, you do?” Harry asked amusedly, feeling very aroused.
Which his wife felt as well, by the way she was humping his tented crotch.
“I do,” Susan whispered huskily.
“It’s the same for me, love,” Harry whispered, leaning so closer that her breath was on his lips. "But, pray tell, what brought this sudden mood on?”
Susan bit her lips and rubbed her chest on his, making him feel how hard her nipples were. “I want another baby, Harry,” she moaned with her hands, tracing his cock through his pyjamas.
Harry's eyes darkened, seeing the naked lust in his wife’s eyes and hearing the desire in her moan.
He leaned in, kissing her ear, and whispered, “You don’t need to beg me, darling. You know I can never say no to filling your womb with my cum.” He growled, squeezing her doughy ass.
Susan's eyes fluttered, and her cunt became drenched hearing her husband growl. She then yelled when Harry picked her up in his arms.
Harry kissed her hungrily as he carried her to their room to ravage his wife the whole night. He has to make sure that he cum at least three times in his wife's tight pussy tonight to fulfil her request.
Which was what he desired as well.
Growing up with no parents has left them both with a need for and dream of a big family, which was why they were already ready for another kid.
They loved their kids and have no desire to stop until they have the big family they want.
And also, because these two Randy-in-love adults loved the process of making babies.
Comments
Pope Yoda I
I'll be honest, the 'Your mother blackmailed me' is a super creepy thing to tell a six year-old. Maybe change the ending part a bit?
GhostnKC
This is another pairing I haven't really thought about. A most excellent one shot.
Lakadit17
I don't understand, what are you asking me?
Michael Marquardt
Can update different but same world on fanfiction I can read chap 6 on here but not 5
Lakadit17
🙏🙏🙏
Romavictrix
Nice one shot
