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No. 4, Privet Drive, July 15, late afternoon
“Would you allow me to bond with you, Harry?” Susan asked, her eyes wide with anxiousness.
“Sure, Suzy,” Harry replied. His mind was still on that high of his own Orgasm just a few minutes earlier.
Then his Brain engaged again, “Er, I mean, what do you mean; ‘Bonding’? What is that?”
“Well, Harry, this would make me your love slave.”
“WHAT?!?” shouted Harry, too shocked to think about the Dursleys. It was a Testament to Dumbledore’s impression, that the Dursleys didn’t even shout for him to be quiet.
“No way, Suzy. I mean, that’s nice of you to offer and everything but no, I don’t want to have a mindless drone walking behind me,” Harry exclaimed, but Susan only laughed, which disconcerted Harry more than he’d like to admit.
“Oh Harry, please just think about it for a Second. What would I being a Love slave change?” she challenged. “I am already quiet to you, I always defer to you and your Pleasure is what I think about most. That wouldn’t change at all, that is what I want my Relationships to be. The thought of me belonging to you is a pleasure beyond all pleasures. That’s what you already get from me. Being in that bond wouldn’t force this behaviour on me and not just because I already give it from me. The Bond would make us feel each other emotionally. It works both ways, so if you’d like, you could reach into the Bond and feel what I’m feeling.
“And,” she smiled a mysterious smile,” I’m told, the Sex would be fantastic; an overwhelming experience. Not just for you, but for me too, if you want.”
Harry was deep in thought, “Still, Suzy, I’m really uncomfortable with this. I abhor being unfree. I hate it. Why do you want it? I know you’re a different kind of girl, but your experiences are so different from mine that I can’t imagine being you. And if I try, my first reaction to being you would be ‘Get out of here!’ Don’t get me wrong, I know you don’t want to get out of being you; but think of it a few years from now. What if you change your mind, Suzy?”
“Then we dissolve it.”
BAM. Harry was floored, “Just like that?”
“Just like that, Harry,” she smiled. “This Bond is not permanent. Each one of us could dissolve it at any moment. If we were to establish that bond I’d plead to you, not to dissolve it, even when you thought it through, because, as you said, we are that different. Please talk to me before you consider that step, will you, Harry?”
And Harry realized in that very precise moment, that there were always two sides to every relationship. And you’d have to work at it to make it fit. He weighed his personal pros and cons against each other, he tried to incorporate Suzy’s experiences and still failed spectacularly.
“Suzy, you’re making me very uncomfortable with that wish. Why do you ask that Bond of me? I kind of get your perspective, but what do I get out of it? I’m not trying to sound selfish, but right now this sounds like ‘you’re getting the fun out of it and I’m stuck in another situation that most guys like, yet makes me most uncomfortable’.”
Susan’s eyes grew wide, before her face scrunched up in thought. Harry looked curiously on her naked body, still no arousal spread through his body. Two naked teens, each just sitting on their bed. Only the wobbly clock beside Harry’s bed cut slices into time with her ticking. Then Susan squared up.
“I offer you this Bond,” Susan opened, “because I think you’ve been conditioned by the Dursleys to have no sense of self-worth. The emotional abuse heaped on you makes you quite insecure and I want to help you with that. I believe it is the reason for your search of freedom and independence. I think, deep down you’re still convinced that you’re not worth it, but that is wrong. You are worth it. You are worthy of my love, Harry,” she finished with total conviction.
“That is why I offer you this Bond, Harry: I hope that, when you feel my love, you’re going to accept yourself as a human being, accepted and worthy. That is my first and foremost wish. It’s too, because I can almost feel that your capacity for love is greater than anything. I think, there will be a place, where we will be at home in an emotional sense. It will be farther away from that place we’re now in, but I think we will like it there, Harry.”
‘My Angel is trying to help me,’ Harry thought. ‘She has accepted me. I am enough for her. With that Bond I’m going to feel that? I’m in. I’ll bond with her.’
His arms reached out and touched only the mirror’s surface. His fears, all brought into the open. He snatched the old, lumpy pillow from behind himself as a miserable substitute for his Suzy. Then his dams broke. Pillow in front of his face, so as not to disturb the Dursleys, he cried, he howled really and let go of his pain. Susan’s eyes grew wide again before she cried together with her boyfriend.
After the last tears dried down, Harry felt into himself. There was a part of him that wasn’t as broken anymore as before.
“So, how are we going to do this Bond?” Harry asked, “Can we do it now?”
“We could, if only you were here with me,” his Suzy answered. “We have to have Sex together. That’s when the Bond initiates.”
“Ah, damn it. Oh, does your Mother know about this?”
“Who do you think told me about the Bond and, more importantly, about the reasons for the Bond?” Suzy asked smiling.
Harry slapped his hand against his forehead, “That would make sense. You see what you do to me?” he asked with a self-deprecating grin. Susan smiled and jiggled her breasts a little.
“Wench,” was Harry’s grinned answer. To which Susan smiled a little wider and traced a finger across her right nipple.
“I’ll come as fast as I can. Might take a few days, though. I’m imprisoned here,” Harry said, “I have to find a way out first, Suzy.”
Susan’s only discernable reactions were a further widening smile and the stiffening of her right nipple.
…
No. 4, Privet Drive, July 18
Finally, he had found a way around the ward. The blood of him and Petunia could be transfigured into something of a beacon. As long as this was at Privet Drive, he had freedom of movement. Now he just had to wait for Mundungus Fletcher. That old crook was in the rotation of being his ‘protector’, but he wasn’t a very trustworthy one. Most of the time he’d be asleep and sometimes he’d even go AWL from this most important cause. That’s at least how Sirius called it during their last meeting.
Harry stretched his magic sense. Then, at 6 p.m. he felt a growing disturbance in the ambient magic. It was a feeling he’d come to associate with someone apparating in. That it took its sweet time bode well for Harry, as everyone else would be rather finished by now. It looked as if Dung would be his protector for the night. Which meant, he could visit his Suzy and that meant, he’d …
…loose his virginity, that’s what it meant. He became giddy with excitement, still his stomach sunk at the same time. When the CRACK of apparition sounded, he knew for certain. The smell of Dung’s tobacco along with the loud apparition spoke volumes to Harry, even if there wouldn’t be a stream of angry muttering where there was silence before. Apparently, Dung would miss a business opportunity if he wouldn’t apparate out at about 9 p.m.
Harry started to pace. His timetable for tonight became clearer. On the one side he didn’t like it one bit, on the other… he was going to have sex tonight. The butterflies were becoming more frantic, and the lead it seemed wanted to counteract the butterflies by becoming heavier. He became curious; how would Sex feel like. He knew the theory: insert tab A into slot B, then repeat as necessary. Yet, what it would be… well, it seemed tomorrow he’d be more experienced. But now, he’d shower…
At 8.30 p.m. he felt Dung mustering his magic to apparate out to wherever. But it didn’t work. Dung’s magic seemingly collapsed. ‘NO,’ Harry thought, ‘please let him get out of here.’ A second try yielded the same result. Harry very nearly groaned. He imagined himself willing a bit of his magic towards Dung.
As Dung tried to gather his magic a third time he felt something different. There wasn’t the usual strain on his magic when apparating, this time it was fast and violent and eager. He shouted, “WHOA,” then landed face first in the mud outside of his destination. He cursed, then wondered why it was so different this time. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume someone wanted him away of Privet Drive. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Magic couldn’t be transferred, Dumbledore said so himself.
Back at Privet Drive Harry very nearly shouted his “YES” to the world, when Dung vanished. He heard the beginning of some surprised shout but it was cut off by a “Plop”. His mind went into overdrive, his stomach too, as he raced to put everything together. His invisibility cloak, his broom, his wand and now to put everything together. The beacon was hidden under the loose floorboard. Harry commanded his trusted Firebolt upwards, sat down on it, lifted his legs and very nearly shot against the ceiling. Only his superb reflexes prevented a disaster.
He floated down to fetch the cloak but jerked and his broom wanted to take off again. This time it headed for the wall. Harry lost his balance and fell down. Luckily the broom hovered where he fell in the exact right spot for sitting down on it.
Vernon hollered up, “Keep it QUIET, will you!”
“Yes Vernon,” he shouted back.
He got up and sat down again and this time he managed to get his cloak around it all. Finally. He floated towards the window, hoping no one could see him, checked the opening to see if he’d fit through, then took off. Finally free… Now, to the Bones. Luckily Susan told him, where he’d have to fly and half an hour later he’d even found it.
It was beautiful. The land around Bones Manor didn’t seem to be straight but rather slightly curved. It bore many reminiscences to the curve of Susan’s hips, when she lay on her side. Somewhere behind him a little brook was quietly twittering a little duet with the birds, joined by the first crickets as well as the last bees returning to their hives. The sun was so deep over the horizon, that the atmosphere tinted its normal yellowish colour into such a deep and rich orange, it made the plaster on Bones Manor glow like gold.
Harry looked around, his mouth slightly open. This was extraordinary. The Butterflies calmed a bit, the lead grew a bit lighter and for the first time that evening Harry felt as if he could enjoy the following events. Until he knocked on the door.
Because Madam Amelia Bones, Aunt to Susan, Sister in law to Brigitta and freshly minted Minister of Magic opened the door, ushered him inside then started to utterly thrash him. Words like ‘irresponsible’, ‘attention-seeking brat’ and others were thrown around among others.
‘Maybe I should’ve asked for everyone’s permission to visit my Suzy,’ Harry thought. With every Sentence, she bore into him a bit more, until she seemingly reached the core of Harry’s emotions. Where she proceeded to crush them. Tears ran down Harry’s cheeks. That wasn’t her business, damn it. And just before it all broke loose and he’d thrash that woman in front of him, he saw Brigitta and Susan approaching. There was no mistaking the murderous expression on their faces and it was not directed at him, it seemed.
Then again, he could be wrong…
Bones Manor, July 18, 5 minutes later
The very last of the bees were flying towards their beehive, the birds singing their duet with the brook counted a little less while the crickets counted a little more, and the sun just went a little further to the horizon, painting Bones Manor with an orange colour that slowly but steadily moved to a rather bloody red. Shadows from the hills around grew longer and longer, giving the general area a rather foreboding look.
The door of Bones Manor opens and a person gets kicked out. The person whirls around to shout something but the doors are slammed shut. Two suitcases appear on either side as the person turns around once more and with a lot of swearing Madam Amelia Bones, Aunt to Susan, Sister in law to Brigitta and freshly minted Minister of Magic sets out to find a room for tonight.
Inside Bones Manor, July 18, in the evening
“Oh Harry, we’re so sorry,” Brigitta Bones sobbed, “We didn’t mean for you to come here and getting your soul crushed. We – I should’ve known.”
Harry still stood in the entrance hall – ‘quite beautiful, actually,’ he thought detachedly – still with tears flowing down his face. He was getting hugged by the two most beautiful ladies he ever had the good fortune to meet, his Suzy and her mother, Brigitta. His tears slowly subsiding he could feel the warmth spreading through his Body once more.
‘They are trying to help me. But in the end I have to overcome the pain,’ Harry thought.
It felt like a switch turned on in his head. Control spread out from his head and his sense of self moved to the place it was supposed to be. Anger reared its ugly head for a short time before it was pushed aside. Stability appeared, before logical thinking took over and plans started to reappear in his head, plans to deal with Minister Bones in an appropriate manner.
Then he felt his girlfriend and her mother still hugging him, still crying with and for him. The first tentative smile crept on his face.
“Thank you, my lovelies,” Harry said. With a gasp, both looked at him, tears forgotten.
“You have helped me beyond anything,” Harry continued with a smile, “From the bottom of my heart: thank you.”
Happiness spread out between the three of them, smiles appeared, and Harry was dragged into what seemed to be Susan’s room before hugs and kisses were exchanged – many hugs and kisses. Then hands started to move, all six of them.
Harry’s head turned to look at Brigitta, a bewildered look on his face, “What are you doing, Brigitta?”
“Oh Harry, do you know the Power you have over me?” Brigitta replied, a sad smile on her face, “I want to touch you, want to feel you, rake my fingers through your adorable hair, and join my little baby daughter in servicing you.”
“WHAT?!?”
Tears started to appear in Brigitta’s eyes, “The things you do to me, even now, Harry. I can barely stand not touching you and my desire is so strong…”
“But… but… but… I’M WITH YOUR DAUGHTER!” Harry replied, shocked to his bones. That was supposed to mean something, right?
“Oh, Susan understands, what’s happening to me. She understands this very much,” Brigitta replied. Her hands started to inch towards Harry again.
“Yes, Susan understands,” Susan joined into the discussion,” She also understands, that you’re doing more harm than good. Please leave now, mum.”
Brigitta became frightened, her eyes wide, “Oh, I’m sorry, Harry. Please forgive me for forgetting you.”
Harry nodded, mouth still slightly open. Brigitta fled the room.
Harry turned his head towards his Suzy, “What was that about?”
“Oh, Harry, my mother means well, really. She picked the wrong moment to confide herself in you, but she wouldn’t try to take advantage of you. Please believe me, will you?” Susan answered, her eyes not unlike a puppy’s.
Harry nodded, still speechless.
“Good,” said Susan, before she started again to caress him, “Sometimes I wonder, what it must feel like for you.”
Harry looked at her, eyebrows raised, “What do you mean?”
“I mean everything. You coming here to lose your virginity, then getting dressed down, then getting cared of by us, before my mother confiding in you resulting in you getting disordered, then the two of us sitting here trying to get into ‘the mood’… I mean, how do you do all that? It’s such an emotional rollercoaster.”
Harry nodded, “Now that you say it, I agree. I feel slightly off-centre. Can we take it slow, Susan?”
“Of course, Harry,” Susan replied.
Then she hugged him again. Her hands caressed his face followed by her lips. Some small noises escaped their mouths and Harry’s voice fell deeper than ever before. Suzy started to grind her lap into his, while his hands kneaded her lower cheeks. When he tried to reach his Suzy’s breasts, her robe was in his way, so they stopped kissing and started to undress. Two movements later Harry was finished and stood just there.
As Susan took in this sight, her mouth fell open and her eyes widened slightly, “My god, you’re still so beautiful, Harry.”
Harry’s back straightened and mischievousness glowed in his eyes, “You’re not too shabby to look at either, Suzy.”
With that, her bra fell down and she was as nude as him. She crossed the distance over to where he still stood and took his hand with hers. They sat down. Harry’s other hand twitched only once before it reached her breasts. Susan smiled. Up to this point Harry had only felt the twins (as she fondly called them) through her clothes. And he’d only seen them once during their ‘mirror-session’ a few days ago. But now, being here, being able to touch them, to kiss and cuddle them, the look on Harry’s face was one of childlike wonder.
He curved his back, trying to reach her nipples with his mouth, but Suzy had to gently push him down and move over his upper body, dangling her breasts like some admittedly huge paradise fruits in front of his mouth, that he could enjoy these delights properly. That he did – long-lasting and untiring. Susan smiled widely.
Then she moved backwards a little bit and their mouths met again, tongues crossing time and time again. She closed her eyes, wanting to feel what he did to her body. And he didn’t disappoint. Whatever he did with his fingers, wherever he touched her it felt like lightning. The first real moans escaped her mouth. She wanted more.
At the same time Harry was in serious ‘danger’ of being overwhelmed. So many sensations and emotions warring within his body. For a time he tried to rule them in, to control them, but it was useless. So he just decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. The longer it took, though, the more he wanted. And he wasn’t to be disappointed.
Susan slid so fast off Harry onto the floor, it nearly hurt. She didn’t care though. Her boobs found Harry’s dick almost without guidance, and, squishing her twins together, Susan started to give Harry her first (‘of many,’ she thought) titfucks. She had to be careful with the applied pressure, else Harry would cum too soon. It was her level of commitment, to not just jerk Harry off via her boobs, but to make the first time they’d have sex together an unforgettable experience. So she tried to draw out the moment of Harry’s (impending) climax– until Harry began to thrust his Hips.
‘He wants to cum,’ she thought – and sped up the delicious movement of her boobs.
Harry groaned in response.
Then he came. Violently. His back arced, mouth open in a silent scream of lust.
Apparently Susan’s mouth was open, because she got some of Harry’s sperm in her mouth. She loved it instantly.
Not the taste – that was bleargh. No, she loved it, because it was Harry’s (her soon-to-be Master) most intimate part. The implied trust meant the world to her from the very get-go. The very thought of him trusting her so much, that she was allowed to service him, that he would let go that much, that he’d allow his precious semen to splatter across her without a care was an aphrodisiac of the highest order. She was well on her way to her first Harry-induced orgasm. What a glorious feeling. She smiled – and swallowed.
“Whoa!” Harry said.
Susan smiled, “So Harry, what say you to making our Bond a reality?”
Harry exhaled, “I say let me catch my breath first, o.k.? I just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.”
Susan nodded but before she lay down with her boyfriend (who was still panting) she remembered the (about only) rule her mother laid down. No pregnancy until she was of age. She looked around her room and found her wand peeking out from under her robe.
So she toddled over there, incanted, “ne praegnatio,” and came back to her Harry. Harry was watching the episode with a slight smile on his face.
Then she lay down on him again. Her breasts pushed against his chest and kisses were exchanged once more – though not as frantic as before. Harry’s hands moved to her butt and caressed it, all the while his dick was getting stiff again.
Then Susan felt the tip of Harry’s cock just lining up with the entrance to her pussy and she seized her chance – by sliding onto it. Both of their eyes grew wide.
If Harry thought the titfuck from before would’ve prepared him for actual sex, well, now he knew he was wrong. The feeling of Susan’s centre was unlike everything he could’ve imagined, so radically different, squishy, soft, warm, and accommodating – it was incredible, really. And for a while, they just moved carefully, gently and – loving, that’s what that was. Now Harry knew, why this was called making love. He tried to let go of his magic.
And the room was flooded with Harry’s magic. Susan gasped. This power lifted her sense of self up like nothing else and she nearly came on the spot. Yet, she didn’t. She could feel the magic gathering to form the bond and she wanted Harry to enjoy it as much as possible. Which he did, if the deep smile on his face was anything to go by.
Harry felt the pulses of magic too. He sped up his movements with the pulses and just after a few seconds he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The feelings and sensations of his body quickly became too much for him. As if the magic knew that too, the pulses sped up more and more until –
They came. Almost together. The feeling of awareness was too much for both of them, and with that they passed out.
Harry could feel his Suzy. She accepted him – no questions asked, and had already for a long time. This emotion calmed him so much, yet his eyes fluttered open. There was a whole new level of strength and control inside him. The need to prove himself lessened almost to imperceptibility and calm spread throughout his body.
He gently disentangled himself and stood up. His clothes carelessly put upon, Harry turned around once more to look at his girlfriend.
As he saw her laying there he thought, ‘Malfoy better not try anything, because I’m rather unforgiving when it comes to her. I love her. She’s mine. And she’s so beautiful. She’s my Angel! She’s here for me and no one else. No one’s going to take her away from me and if they do… it won’t be a happy ending.’
When he kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttered but she stayed asleep. Harry glanced lovingly upon her one last time before he draped his Invisibility Cloak around himself and flew back to Privet Drive.
“Would you allow me to bond with you, Harry?” Susan asked, her eyes wide with anxiousness.
“Sure, Suzy,” Harry replied. His mind was still on that high of his own Orgasm just a few minutes earlier.
Then his Brain engaged again, “Er, I mean, what do you mean; ‘Bonding’? What is that?”
“Well, Harry, this would make me your love slave.”
“WHAT?!?” shouted Harry, too shocked to think about the Dursleys. It was a Testament to Dumbledore’s impression, that the Dursleys didn’t even shout for him to be quiet.
“No way, Suzy. I mean, that’s nice of you to offer and everything but no, I don’t want to have a mindless drone walking behind me,” Harry exclaimed, but Susan only laughed, which disconcerted Harry more than he’d like to admit.
“Oh Harry, please just think about it for a Second. What would I being a Love slave change?” she challenged. “I am already quiet to you, I always defer to you and your Pleasure is what I think about most. That wouldn’t change at all, that is what I want my Relationships to be. The thought of me belonging to you is a pleasure beyond all pleasures. That’s what you already get from me. Being in that bond wouldn’t force this behaviour on me and not just because I already give it from me. The Bond would make us feel each other emotionally. It works both ways, so if you’d like, you could reach into the Bond and feel what I’m feeling.
“And,” she smiled a mysterious smile,” I’m told, the Sex would be fantastic; an overwhelming experience. Not just for you, but for me too, if you want.”
Harry was deep in thought, “Still, Suzy, I’m really uncomfortable with this. I abhor being unfree. I hate it. Why do you want it? I know you’re a different kind of girl, but your experiences are so different from mine that I can’t imagine being you. And if I try, my first reaction to being you would be ‘Get out of here!’ Don’t get me wrong, I know you don’t want to get out of being you; but think of it a few years from now. What if you change your mind, Suzy?”
“Then we dissolve it.”
BAM. Harry was floored, “Just like that?”
“Just like that, Harry,” she smiled. “This Bond is not permanent. Each one of us could dissolve it at any moment. If we were to establish that bond I’d plead to you, not to dissolve it, even when you thought it through, because, as you said, we are that different. Please talk to me before you consider that step, will you, Harry?”
And Harry realized in that very precise moment, that there were always two sides to every relationship. And you’d have to work at it to make it fit. He weighed his personal pros and cons against each other, he tried to incorporate Suzy’s experiences and still failed spectacularly.
“Suzy, you’re making me very uncomfortable with that wish. Why do you ask that Bond of me? I kind of get your perspective, but what do I get out of it? I’m not trying to sound selfish, but right now this sounds like ‘you’re getting the fun out of it and I’m stuck in another situation that most guys like, yet makes me most uncomfortable’.”
Susan’s eyes grew wide, before her face scrunched up in thought. Harry looked curiously on her naked body, still no arousal spread through his body. Two naked teens, each just sitting on their bed. Only the wobbly clock beside Harry’s bed cut slices into time with her ticking. Then Susan squared up.
“I offer you this Bond,” Susan opened, “because I think you’ve been conditioned by the Dursleys to have no sense of self-worth. The emotional abuse heaped on you makes you quite insecure and I want to help you with that. I believe it is the reason for your search of freedom and independence. I think, deep down you’re still convinced that you’re not worth it, but that is wrong. You are worth it. You are worthy of my love, Harry,” she finished with total conviction.
“That is why I offer you this Bond, Harry: I hope that, when you feel my love, you’re going to accept yourself as a human being, accepted and worthy. That is my first and foremost wish. It’s too, because I can almost feel that your capacity for love is greater than anything. I think, there will be a place, where we will be at home in an emotional sense. It will be farther away from that place we’re now in, but I think we will like it there, Harry.”
‘My Angel is trying to help me,’ Harry thought. ‘She has accepted me. I am enough for her. With that Bond I’m going to feel that? I’m in. I’ll bond with her.’
His arms reached out and touched only the mirror’s surface. His fears, all brought into the open. He snatched the old, lumpy pillow from behind himself as a miserable substitute for his Suzy. Then his dams broke. Pillow in front of his face, so as not to disturb the Dursleys, he cried, he howled really and let go of his pain. Susan’s eyes grew wide again before she cried together with her boyfriend.
After the last tears dried down, Harry felt into himself. There was a part of him that wasn’t as broken anymore as before.
“So, how are we going to do this Bond?” Harry asked, “Can we do it now?”
“We could, if only you were here with me,” his Suzy answered. “We have to have Sex together. That’s when the Bond initiates.”
“Ah, damn it. Oh, does your Mother know about this?”
“Who do you think told me about the Bond and, more importantly, about the reasons for the Bond?” Suzy asked smiling.
Harry slapped his hand against his forehead, “That would make sense. You see what you do to me?” he asked with a self-deprecating grin. Susan smiled and jiggled her breasts a little.
“Wench,” was Harry’s grinned answer. To which Susan smiled a little wider and traced a finger across her right nipple.
“I’ll come as fast as I can. Might take a few days, though. I’m imprisoned here,” Harry said, “I have to find a way out first, Suzy.”
Susan’s only discernable reactions were a further widening smile and the stiffening of her right nipple.
…
No. 4, Privet Drive, July 18
Finally, he had found a way around the ward. The blood of him and Petunia could be transfigured into something of a beacon. As long as this was at Privet Drive, he had freedom of movement. Now he just had to wait for Mundungus Fletcher. That old crook was in the rotation of being his ‘protector’, but he wasn’t a very trustworthy one. Most of the time he’d be asleep and sometimes he’d even go AWL from this most important cause. That’s at least how Sirius called it during their last meeting.
Harry stretched his magic sense. Then, at 6 p.m. he felt a growing disturbance in the ambient magic. It was a feeling he’d come to associate with someone apparating in. That it took its sweet time bode well for Harry, as everyone else would be rather finished by now. It looked as if Dung would be his protector for the night. Which meant, he could visit his Suzy and that meant, he’d …
…loose his virginity, that’s what it meant. He became giddy with excitement, still his stomach sunk at the same time. When the CRACK of apparition sounded, he knew for certain. The smell of Dung’s tobacco along with the loud apparition spoke volumes to Harry, even if there wouldn’t be a stream of angry muttering where there was silence before. Apparently, Dung would miss a business opportunity if he wouldn’t apparate out at about 9 p.m.
Harry started to pace. His timetable for tonight became clearer. On the one side he didn’t like it one bit, on the other… he was going to have sex tonight. The butterflies were becoming more frantic, and the lead it seemed wanted to counteract the butterflies by becoming heavier. He became curious; how would Sex feel like. He knew the theory: insert tab A into slot B, then repeat as necessary. Yet, what it would be… well, it seemed tomorrow he’d be more experienced. But now, he’d shower…
At 8.30 p.m. he felt Dung mustering his magic to apparate out to wherever. But it didn’t work. Dung’s magic seemingly collapsed. ‘NO,’ Harry thought, ‘please let him get out of here.’ A second try yielded the same result. Harry very nearly groaned. He imagined himself willing a bit of his magic towards Dung.
As Dung tried to gather his magic a third time he felt something different. There wasn’t the usual strain on his magic when apparating, this time it was fast and violent and eager. He shouted, “WHOA,” then landed face first in the mud outside of his destination. He cursed, then wondered why it was so different this time. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume someone wanted him away of Privet Drive. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Magic couldn’t be transferred, Dumbledore said so himself.
Back at Privet Drive Harry very nearly shouted his “YES” to the world, when Dung vanished. He heard the beginning of some surprised shout but it was cut off by a “Plop”. His mind went into overdrive, his stomach too, as he raced to put everything together. His invisibility cloak, his broom, his wand and now to put everything together. The beacon was hidden under the loose floorboard. Harry commanded his trusted Firebolt upwards, sat down on it, lifted his legs and very nearly shot against the ceiling. Only his superb reflexes prevented a disaster.
He floated down to fetch the cloak but jerked and his broom wanted to take off again. This time it headed for the wall. Harry lost his balance and fell down. Luckily the broom hovered where he fell in the exact right spot for sitting down on it.
Vernon hollered up, “Keep it QUIET, will you!”
“Yes Vernon,” he shouted back.
He got up and sat down again and this time he managed to get his cloak around it all. Finally. He floated towards the window, hoping no one could see him, checked the opening to see if he’d fit through, then took off. Finally free… Now, to the Bones. Luckily Susan told him, where he’d have to fly and half an hour later he’d even found it.
It was beautiful. The land around Bones Manor didn’t seem to be straight but rather slightly curved. It bore many reminiscences to the curve of Susan’s hips, when she lay on her side. Somewhere behind him a little brook was quietly twittering a little duet with the birds, joined by the first crickets as well as the last bees returning to their hives. The sun was so deep over the horizon, that the atmosphere tinted its normal yellowish colour into such a deep and rich orange, it made the plaster on Bones Manor glow like gold.
Harry looked around, his mouth slightly open. This was extraordinary. The Butterflies calmed a bit, the lead grew a bit lighter and for the first time that evening Harry felt as if he could enjoy the following events. Until he knocked on the door.
Because Madam Amelia Bones, Aunt to Susan, Sister in law to Brigitta and freshly minted Minister of Magic opened the door, ushered him inside then started to utterly thrash him. Words like ‘irresponsible’, ‘attention-seeking brat’ and others were thrown around among others.
‘Maybe I should’ve asked for everyone’s permission to visit my Suzy,’ Harry thought. With every Sentence, she bore into him a bit more, until she seemingly reached the core of Harry’s emotions. Where she proceeded to crush them. Tears ran down Harry’s cheeks. That wasn’t her business, damn it. And just before it all broke loose and he’d thrash that woman in front of him, he saw Brigitta and Susan approaching. There was no mistaking the murderous expression on their faces and it was not directed at him, it seemed.
Then again, he could be wrong…
Bones Manor, July 18, 5 minutes later
The very last of the bees were flying towards their beehive, the birds singing their duet with the brook counted a little less while the crickets counted a little more, and the sun just went a little further to the horizon, painting Bones Manor with an orange colour that slowly but steadily moved to a rather bloody red. Shadows from the hills around grew longer and longer, giving the general area a rather foreboding look.
The door of Bones Manor opens and a person gets kicked out. The person whirls around to shout something but the doors are slammed shut. Two suitcases appear on either side as the person turns around once more and with a lot of swearing Madam Amelia Bones, Aunt to Susan, Sister in law to Brigitta and freshly minted Minister of Magic sets out to find a room for tonight.
Inside Bones Manor, July 18, in the evening
“Oh Harry, we’re so sorry,” Brigitta Bones sobbed, “We didn’t mean for you to come here and getting your soul crushed. We – I should’ve known.”
Harry still stood in the entrance hall – ‘quite beautiful, actually,’ he thought detachedly – still with tears flowing down his face. He was getting hugged by the two most beautiful ladies he ever had the good fortune to meet, his Suzy and her mother, Brigitta. His tears slowly subsiding he could feel the warmth spreading through his Body once more.
‘They are trying to help me. But in the end I have to overcome the pain,’ Harry thought.
It felt like a switch turned on in his head. Control spread out from his head and his sense of self moved to the place it was supposed to be. Anger reared its ugly head for a short time before it was pushed aside. Stability appeared, before logical thinking took over and plans started to reappear in his head, plans to deal with Minister Bones in an appropriate manner.
Then he felt his girlfriend and her mother still hugging him, still crying with and for him. The first tentative smile crept on his face.
“Thank you, my lovelies,” Harry said. With a gasp, both looked at him, tears forgotten.
“You have helped me beyond anything,” Harry continued with a smile, “From the bottom of my heart: thank you.”
Happiness spread out between the three of them, smiles appeared, and Harry was dragged into what seemed to be Susan’s room before hugs and kisses were exchanged – many hugs and kisses. Then hands started to move, all six of them.
Harry’s head turned to look at Brigitta, a bewildered look on his face, “What are you doing, Brigitta?”
“Oh Harry, do you know the Power you have over me?” Brigitta replied, a sad smile on her face, “I want to touch you, want to feel you, rake my fingers through your adorable hair, and join my little baby daughter in servicing you.”
“WHAT?!?”
Tears started to appear in Brigitta’s eyes, “The things you do to me, even now, Harry. I can barely stand not touching you and my desire is so strong…”
“But… but… but… I’M WITH YOUR DAUGHTER!” Harry replied, shocked to his bones. That was supposed to mean something, right?
“Oh, Susan understands, what’s happening to me. She understands this very much,” Brigitta replied. Her hands started to inch towards Harry again.
“Yes, Susan understands,” Susan joined into the discussion,” She also understands, that you’re doing more harm than good. Please leave now, mum.”
Brigitta became frightened, her eyes wide, “Oh, I’m sorry, Harry. Please forgive me for forgetting you.”
Harry nodded, mouth still slightly open. Brigitta fled the room.
Harry turned his head towards his Suzy, “What was that about?”
“Oh, Harry, my mother means well, really. She picked the wrong moment to confide herself in you, but she wouldn’t try to take advantage of you. Please believe me, will you?” Susan answered, her eyes not unlike a puppy’s.
Harry nodded, still speechless.
“Good,” said Susan, before she started again to caress him, “Sometimes I wonder, what it must feel like for you.”
Harry looked at her, eyebrows raised, “What do you mean?”
“I mean everything. You coming here to lose your virginity, then getting dressed down, then getting cared of by us, before my mother confiding in you resulting in you getting disordered, then the two of us sitting here trying to get into ‘the mood’… I mean, how do you do all that? It’s such an emotional rollercoaster.”
Harry nodded, “Now that you say it, I agree. I feel slightly off-centre. Can we take it slow, Susan?”
“Of course, Harry,” Susan replied.
Then she hugged him again. Her hands caressed his face followed by her lips. Some small noises escaped their mouths and Harry’s voice fell deeper than ever before. Suzy started to grind her lap into his, while his hands kneaded her lower cheeks. When he tried to reach his Suzy’s breasts, her robe was in his way, so they stopped kissing and started to undress. Two movements later Harry was finished and stood just there.
As Susan took in this sight, her mouth fell open and her eyes widened slightly, “My god, you’re still so beautiful, Harry.”
Harry’s back straightened and mischievousness glowed in his eyes, “You’re not too shabby to look at either, Suzy.”
With that, her bra fell down and she was as nude as him. She crossed the distance over to where he still stood and took his hand with hers. They sat down. Harry’s other hand twitched only once before it reached her breasts. Susan smiled. Up to this point Harry had only felt the twins (as she fondly called them) through her clothes. And he’d only seen them once during their ‘mirror-session’ a few days ago. But now, being here, being able to touch them, to kiss and cuddle them, the look on Harry’s face was one of childlike wonder.
He curved his back, trying to reach her nipples with his mouth, but Suzy had to gently push him down and move over his upper body, dangling her breasts like some admittedly huge paradise fruits in front of his mouth, that he could enjoy these delights properly. That he did – long-lasting and untiring. Susan smiled widely.
Then she moved backwards a little bit and their mouths met again, tongues crossing time and time again. She closed her eyes, wanting to feel what he did to her body. And he didn’t disappoint. Whatever he did with his fingers, wherever he touched her it felt like lightning. The first real moans escaped her mouth. She wanted more.
At the same time Harry was in serious ‘danger’ of being overwhelmed. So many sensations and emotions warring within his body. For a time he tried to rule them in, to control them, but it was useless. So he just decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. The longer it took, though, the more he wanted. And he wasn’t to be disappointed.
Susan slid so fast off Harry onto the floor, it nearly hurt. She didn’t care though. Her boobs found Harry’s dick almost without guidance, and, squishing her twins together, Susan started to give Harry her first (‘of many,’ she thought) titfucks. She had to be careful with the applied pressure, else Harry would cum too soon. It was her level of commitment, to not just jerk Harry off via her boobs, but to make the first time they’d have sex together an unforgettable experience. So she tried to draw out the moment of Harry’s (impending) climax– until Harry began to thrust his Hips.
‘He wants to cum,’ she thought – and sped up the delicious movement of her boobs.
Harry groaned in response.
Then he came. Violently. His back arced, mouth open in a silent scream of lust.
Apparently Susan’s mouth was open, because she got some of Harry’s sperm in her mouth. She loved it instantly.
Not the taste – that was bleargh. No, she loved it, because it was Harry’s (her soon-to-be Master) most intimate part. The implied trust meant the world to her from the very get-go. The very thought of him trusting her so much, that she was allowed to service him, that he would let go that much, that he’d allow his precious semen to splatter across her without a care was an aphrodisiac of the highest order. She was well on her way to her first Harry-induced orgasm. What a glorious feeling. She smiled – and swallowed.
“Whoa!” Harry said.
Susan smiled, “So Harry, what say you to making our Bond a reality?”
Harry exhaled, “I say let me catch my breath first, o.k.? I just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.”
Susan nodded but before she lay down with her boyfriend (who was still panting) she remembered the (about only) rule her mother laid down. No pregnancy until she was of age. She looked around her room and found her wand peeking out from under her robe.
So she toddled over there, incanted, “ne praegnatio,” and came back to her Harry. Harry was watching the episode with a slight smile on his face.
Then she lay down on him again. Her breasts pushed against his chest and kisses were exchanged once more – though not as frantic as before. Harry’s hands moved to her butt and caressed it, all the while his dick was getting stiff again.
Then Susan felt the tip of Harry’s cock just lining up with the entrance to her pussy and she seized her chance – by sliding onto it. Both of their eyes grew wide.
If Harry thought the titfuck from before would’ve prepared him for actual sex, well, now he knew he was wrong. The feeling of Susan’s centre was unlike everything he could’ve imagined, so radically different, squishy, soft, warm, and accommodating – it was incredible, really. And for a while, they just moved carefully, gently and – loving, that’s what that was. Now Harry knew, why this was called making love. He tried to let go of his magic.
And the room was flooded with Harry’s magic. Susan gasped. This power lifted her sense of self up like nothing else and she nearly came on the spot. Yet, she didn’t. She could feel the magic gathering to form the bond and she wanted Harry to enjoy it as much as possible. Which he did, if the deep smile on his face was anything to go by.
Harry felt the pulses of magic too. He sped up his movements with the pulses and just after a few seconds he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The feelings and sensations of his body quickly became too much for him. As if the magic knew that too, the pulses sped up more and more until –
They came. Almost together. The feeling of awareness was too much for both of them, and with that they passed out.
Harry could feel his Suzy. She accepted him – no questions asked, and had already for a long time. This emotion calmed him so much, yet his eyes fluttered open. There was a whole new level of strength and control inside him. The need to prove himself lessened almost to imperceptibility and calm spread throughout his body.
He gently disentangled himself and stood up. His clothes carelessly put upon, Harry turned around once more to look at his girlfriend.
As he saw her laying there he thought, ‘Malfoy better not try anything, because I’m rather unforgiving when it comes to her. I love her. She’s mine. And she’s so beautiful. She’s my Angel! She’s here for me and no one else. No one’s going to take her away from me and if they do… it won’t be a happy ending.’
When he kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttered but she stayed asleep. Harry glanced lovingly upon her one last time before he draped his Invisibility Cloak around himself and flew back to Privet Drive.
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