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A Happy Ending Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2023-03-02 23:40:15 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Breast Play, Anal, Teasing.
It was, Harry decided, impossible to choose the right future. He had pushed open the door to his office and walked through it, only to end up back in the Room of Requirement. Except he was alone, and Luna was nowhere to be seen.
He looked at the shut doors in front of him, silently studying the symbols. By now, he knew enough to know no matter what he picked, he would find himself in a future that was at least enjoyable, if not outright mind-blowing.
The Room itself was of no help. It lay silent, simply providing him the options and letting him make his own choices. In the end, he picked the newest door. It had a rose on it, the blood-red petals on the brass plaque providing a stark contrast that seemed to imply a future of opposites. And what did opposites do if not attract?
He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked inside.
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“You’re late,” Rose groused, brushing an errant strand of fiery red hair out of her face.
She stirred the pot of gravy with a wooden spoon, her attempt to glare at her boyfriend ruined by the huge smile on her face.
“You wanted the organic honey. We live in the middle of nowhere, darling. Do you have any idea how many shops I had to visit before I found it?” Harry set the green shopping bag on their dining table before walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling the short, curvy redhead into his chest.
Rose Weasley had undoubtedly inherited her mother’s genius. A celebrated Potioneer at the tender age of twenty-three, there was nothing she couldn’t accomplish if she put her mind to it. But when it came to looks, she was a quintessential Weasley, from her shoulder-length curly red hair to the freckles dotting her curvy body from head to toe.
“We had honey at home, didn’t we?” Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth playfully grazing her creamy skin. She shuddered in his arms but kept her eyes fixed on the pan in front of her, determined not to let the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on (In her opinion, at least.) distract her from preparing the perfect dinner.
“The recipe said organic!” Rose giggled and squirmed in Harry’s arms, trying to get away from the lips peppering her neck with kisses.
“What’s the difference?”
“Damned if I know.” Rose huffed. She wasn’t much for cooking. She preferred to spend her free time with Harry pursuing… other interests. “But it’s grandmother’s recipe and I’m not fucking around with it. Dad’s finally started to come around to the idea of us and if you really want to break the news of our engagement to him at dinner you know you need him to be well-fed and happy.”
Harry kissed her shoulder, itching to pull down the straps of the loose purple tank top she wore. “You’re right,” he mumbled. It had taken the better part of a year, but Ron had finally come around and started talking to them once more. “Your father does operate best on an empty stomach.”
“And I think we both know how much he loves grandma’s cooking.”
Harry snorted.
“Hence, the organic honey. As mentioned in the recipe she gave me,” Rose murmured, looking back at Harry with stern brown eyes. “I need to cook.”
Harry didn’t change course, continuing to pull the straps of the tank top down her arms. “You have all afternoon. Besides, you don’t need food. He thought I took advantage of you. You can just tell him the real story of how we got together.” He’d left just before she had been born, touring the world in a decades-long journey to heal the wounds left behind by the war. When he returned, she was a blossoming young woman pursuing a career as a healer and he was the patient she was treating for a head cold.
“I don’t think he’s ready to hear the story of his ‘innocent’ daughter exploring her sexuality by seducing his best mate,” Rose moaned, her bum brushing against the tent in Harry’s pants. “So I have a thing for fit older men. You lot know what you’re doing. Do you think Dominique’s off having five orgasms in a single night?” Rose snorted. “I think not.”
She slowly turned, her eyes sparkling playfully as she wriggled out of her tank top. The fabric fell down to the floor, pooling around her ankles. “We do have all afternoon,” she whispered, folding her arms under her chest to push up her massive bust.
Harry groaned. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, fumbling with his belt.
“You love me for it,” Rose whispered, her nimble fingers making quick work of his shirt while he pulled off his pants and boxers.
Rose took a step back when he was completely naked, taking a moment to admire her soon-to-be husband. Despite his age and unlike many of his friends, he was still at the peak of fitness. The hint of gray in his hair and stubble only added to his sex appeal.
“What’re you doing?”
“Admiring my DILF.”
Harry blinked. “Your what?”
Rose giggled. “You. I’m admiring you, Mr. Potter.”
“I’m a DILF? What’s a DILF?”
“Just something half my friends call you,” Rose smirked. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
Harry shook his head. “Put on your ring,” Harry growled, turning to the now abandoned shopping bag on the table.
Rose glanced at the thin silver necklace around her neck, and then at the exquisite platinum ring nestled between her breasts. He’d arranged a private tour of the hidden library of Alexandria for her and proposed right in the middle of the humongous reading room. It had been the most romantic day of her life and she hated the fact that she could tell no one but her mother.
Not for long, she decided, slipping the ring onto her finger. The world would know she was going to be Rose Weasley-Potter by the end of the week.
Harry grabbed the bottle of honey from the shopping bag and opened it before turning around. He summoned the short redhead to him with a hooked finger.
Rose sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with every step.
Harry dipped his index finger into the small jar, coating the digit with the sticky sweet liquid. Rose watched with wide eyes as he smeared the delicious honey onto her pink lips, a finger on her chin stopping her from opening her mouth to stop him.
“Whatever shall I do with you, Miss Weasley?” Harry teased, gently flipping the jar over her creamy breasts, letting the thick sap dribble down and coat her mounds.
“Mrs. Potter,” Rose reminded him with a grin, holding up her hand to show him the large diamond glinting on her finger.
“Not yet.” Harry grabbed her waist, effortlessly lifting her up into his arms. He waited until she had wrapped her legs around his waist before carrying her to their living room. He set her down on the thick rug next to the roaring fire.
“We should change that. Soon.”
Harry loomed over her. He chuckled and pushed his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down her slender legs. “Your mother might be completely fine with our love, but she’s going to kill me if we elope. No thank you.”
“Maybe I should take a vow of chastity until marriage,” Rose said, although they both knew it was an empty threat. There wasn’t a flat surface in their new cottage that they hadn’t christened within the first month of moving in. She lazily eyed his thick, veiny manhood, wondering if they had the time to fit two rounds in before she had to get back to cooking. “Give you a little incentive to tie me down,” she teased, a small grin on her face.
Harry grabbed her thighs, roughly pushing her legs apart. “You won’t last a week,” he growled, his heated gaze focused on her wet slit. She arched her back, raising her womanhood up in his direction, almost like she was making an offering.
“I could always follow the Lucy rule…” Every time she spoke a little more of the honey smeared onto her lips dripped inside her mouth. She rolled the sweet droplets on her tongue but didn’t swallow, holding them in reserve for what she knew was about to come.
“What’s the Lucy rule?” Harry climbed on top of her and straddled her waist, his rock-hard cock stretched across her soft belly, its tip nearly brushing against her breasts. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head.
“Everything butt,” Rose whispered, moaning quietly as his rough, chapped lips pressed against her honeyed ones. His teeth clamped around her lower lip, gently tugging on it. Rose groaned, the sound muffled. She was straining subconsciously against his hands as their tongues met in the middle and dueled playfully, the young girl happily submitting to her fiancé after a few seconds of play fighting.
She slumped against the rug, all tension deserting her body as Harry plunged into her mouth and claimed his prize. She timidly offered the honey she had stored as a tribute to the man she loved. Her nipples were rock hard, her pussy already gushing like a fountain and leaving a large damp spot on the rug below her.
Harry Potter did things to her.
All it took was a single heated gaze, and she went from the brightest witch of her generation to an unrepentant horndog.
“I knew there was a downside to falling in love with you,” Harry growled. His emerald eyes were darkened pools of lust, burning with desire for his mate. “All these bloody euphemisms.”
Rose giggled. “You’re so grumpy. It’s adorable,” she teased, leaning up to peck his lips. She pulled away, a thin trickle of the sweet amber liquid connecting their lips. “Everything, BUTT, Harry,” Rose repeated, emphasizing the word.
“Oh. OH. Why?”
“Anal is fun and she has all these ideas in her head from growing up in that house. It’s definitely fun for her boyfriend, I doubt he’s saying no.” Rose shrugged, a playful smile gracing her freckled face.
“What if I want to breed my bratty redheaded princess?”
Rose pretended to think. “I think… I think you’ll have to marry her,” she murmured, nodding wisely and trying her best to hide the grin threatening to break out on her face. She loved teasing him on the topic, but in all fairness, she couldn’t wait to marry the man she was utterly besotted with.
Every man her age she’d been with talked a big game about love, affection, and commitments.
She couldn’t even remember the last time Harry had outright told her he’d loved her. He never had to. It was evident in his actions, and in everything he said to her.
Her exes had put on a big show, Harry simply showed it to her.
‘I want to breed you’, was, after all, his way of saying he couldn’t wait to be married and start a family.
Harry tightened his hold on her wrists, his fingers leaving red marks on her pale skin. “And when does this… vow of chastity start?”
Rose finally grinned. “It already has. My pussy is officially closed for business.”
If Rose understood the ins and outs of Harry’s code, Harry spoke fluent Rose. She never bothered to be direct with what she was in the mood for.
He sighed, pretending to be devastated by her declaration. “I guess I should go get the lube.”
“No need. It’s already lubed.” Rose winked.
Harry’s eyes widened. “Y-you’re wearing your plug?”
Rose’s expression switched, the girl adopting an innocent look that fooled absolutely no one as she batted her eyelashes. “You told me to use it to prep my ass for your cock, sir. I’m a good girl. I follow instructions!” she exclaimed, biting her lower lip.
Harry’s cock twitched, smacking against her belly. He gulped, his heart hammering in his chest. “Rose…” he murmured, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “You know what that does to me.”
“Malkin’s will deliver the special Gryffindor uniform I ordered on Thursday,” Rose whispered sultrily, knowing she only had to push just a little more before he snapped. “And neither of us has work this weekend…”
That was the final straw. Harry climbed off her, flipping her over to her hands and knees before she could even react. His fingers reached out to brush over the large emerald poking out from between her firm, thick asscheeks.
“Do you like it?” Harry asked, tracing the golden ‘H’ emblazoned on the gem.
“I love it,” Rose responded with a shiver. A single touch. That’s all she needed. A tiny squirt of juices leaked out of her pussy, coating her thighs. The smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air, the entire room smelling of sex. “It’s like having a part of you with me, always.”
Harry grabbed the jewel, gently pulling the plug out of her ass. Rose groaned and dipped her head, fiery curls tumbling all around her. Her walls clamped down around the slick toy, unwilling to give up its treasure so easily.
“F-fuck… feels wrong… so empty,” Rose groaned, whimpering into the rug.
“Not for long,” Harry cooed, gently caressing her perfectly-shaped ass. He studied the plug, its metal surface glistening with Rose’s homemade concoction. For all her smarts, she had applied her genius towards something like a lube that lasted a full day.
Well, at least the Twins now have a more expanded catalog in their… more discreet part of the store, Harry thought with a chuckle.
His throbbing manhood pulled him free of his thoughts. The tension was unbearable, and he wrapped his hand around his shaft, gently pumping his cock as he shuffled into positions behind the kneeling redhead.
Rose looked at him with playful eyes. “You know, most men date a woman precisely so they don’t have to do that,” she teased.
SMACK!
“I- Harry!” Rose gasped, slumping down into the rug. The spank had been hard and delivered straight to her pussy, Harry’s palm coated with the arousal that had suddenly leaked out of her. “What… what was that for?!” she whined, feeling the tug of subspace.
Harry wound her long hair around his wrist, using it to pull her limp body up against his chest. “For being a smartass,” he growled.
“Y-you love it… fuck,” Rose breathed, her eyes fluttering close as Harry guided his massive tip to her tight, puckered hole, teasing it. He didn’t push inside, enjoying the sight of her body quivering with anticipation in his arms. “Please,” Rose begged, a hand reaching back to grab Harry’s thigh, the other moving to her clit and starting to rub it desperately. It wasn’t fair, the effect he had on her.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Rose?” Harry whispered, gritting his teeth and conjuring up images of Snape in his head to keep himself in control as he slowly pushed inside her. The lube facilitated his entry, but she was impossibly tight. Her walls stretched and clamped around him, resisting the massive shaft in a futile effort to stop him from pushing in further.
Rose nodded, having lost the ability to speak. A pleasant ache was spreading through her belly, her walls burning as they stretched to accommodate his massive girth.
Harry’s arm snaked around her waist to hold her in place as he continued to push deeper inside her, every thrust resisted by her ass which gripped his cock in a vice-like grip.
“I’m… beginning… to see the wisdom… in the everything butt rule,” Harry panted, the effort of sheathing himself inside her leaving him breathless. He paused once he was buried inside her, taking a minute to compose himself.
Rose wasn’t faring any better, her breasts quivering with every breath. She pinched her clit, a strangled sob escaping her lips at the sting jolting through her. “W-what happened to breeding me?” she asked breathlessly.
“We have our entire life for it,” Harry whispered, slowly pulling out of her. Much like the plug, her walls clamped around his throbbing cock in a grip of velvet iron, trying to stop him from leaving. It was again, a futile effort. Harry pulled out until only his tip remained inside her ass, before ramming back in. She jolted forward, her breasts swaying and slapping against each other, only to be pulled back and impaled deeper on his cock by the arm around her waist.
“Y-your happily ever after,” Rose teased breathlessly, the sound of her wanton moans filling the air as Harry kept up a steady pace, pulling out of her only to ram back in. Her ass was already sore and aching delightfully, every savage push by her boyfriend causing the walls to burn and stretch a little further.
“Something like that.” Harry grabbed her massive breast, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled it up as far as it would go.
Her eyes widened at the simple command.
“Suck.”
Rose lowered her head, obediently wrapping her plump lips around her own tit, taking as much of the creamy mound into her mouth as she could. She swirled her tongue around her pink areola, cleaning up the delicious honey that coated her breast.
“Rose Potter. Just sounds right,” Harry growled, tightening his hold around her waist. He steadily increased his pace, pumping in and out of her tight ass as fast as he could.
Rose moaned around her breast, her own fingers massaging the sensitive nub between her legs as hard as she could. It just wasn’t the same. His calloused fingers provided a pleasure that she could never replicate, and pleasuring herself was no longer as fun as being railed into the rug by her gorgeous boyfriend. “Yhou rhuined me,” Rose whined.
SMACK!
“HHARRHY!” Her eyes flew open at the slap to her other breast. She could make out the pink handprint blooming on her pale skin. The sting caused another gush of arousal to leak out of her, her thighs stained with her cum down to her knees. A massive damp spot had formed on the rug, which would have to be cleaned. For the third time that week.
“Suck,” Harry gritted his teeth. His balls were tightening, and nothing he could think of was enough to stave off the effects of her tight ass and the way her walls hugged his cock every time he pushed inside her. He was close, and he wanted her to fall over the edge with him.
Rose flicked a drop of honey from her stiff nipple, obeying his command and starting to suck. His hand moved to her other breast, gently massaging the mound as he fucked her ass.
Hard.
He was pistoning in and out of the tight hole, his balls slapping against her thighs with every thrust.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The sound of skin slapping against skin and Harry’s quiet grunts filled the room. His hand moved from her breast to her clit, gently slapping her hand away.
One pinch from his rough fingers was enough for her to come undone. Her breast bounced into place as her lips parted in a desperate scream, a plea to her lover to fill her up with his seed, “HARRY! Please!”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Harry used his grip on her waist to pull her towards him, pushing deep inside her one last time. He came with a loud groan, shooting ropes of thick, white cum inside her ass. Rose squealed as the warm dollops painted her walls, the pleasurable sensation nothing like anything she had felt before. The combination of pain, pleasure, and sheer exhaustion that accompanied getting her ass fucked was something she was certain she’d be addicted to within days.
Harry kept himself sheathed inside her while he caught his breath. Once he could think again, he gently pushed her away, letting her collapse onto the rug. His eyes were fixed on her gaping hole, and the thin white trickle that leaked out of it and intermingled her own cum.
Harry slumped down next to her and pulled the messy redhead into his chest. Rose grinned and closed her eyes, enjoying the blissful aftermath of the hard fucking.
The two cuddled in front of the fireplace for what felt like forever, until the quietness of the room was shattered by Harry’s groan.
“What happened?!”
“I’ll have to go find that honey again.”
Notes:
I loved writing this version of Rose. I honestly felt it fit perfectly with Harry. Before I set up the Polls for the next person you want to see Harry with, I had a question. Do you want me to include lesser known characters like Sally-Anne Perks and give them personalities and backstories? I also want to remind you all that my Discord Server is up and running, and you can join from the invite link in my pinned post while I learn how to integrate it!
