The Power He Knows Not Chapters 1 and 2

Notes: I will be posting Chapter 3 of this story and Chapter 9 of Together We're Harmony by Sunday. I still have to edit them and tweak a few details of their Collaring Ceremony (Mainly their vows.)

Blurb: James and Lily Potter were no fools. From the minute they knew they were marked, they enacted a plan to make sure Harry would end up with his true soulmate, the one person who loved and cared for him above all others. A contingency, in case something should happen to them.

The only problem? They didn’t consider the possibility that he had more than one soulmate. Voldemort is about to suffer the very real consequences of the power of love.

AU where Hogwarts starts at 15. The story begins in Harry’s Fourth Year and certain events play out very differently than in Canon.

Content Warnings: Cum Play, Semi-Public, Breeding, BJ, Deep Throating, Breast Play, Lactation.

Prologue

Worried sea-green eyes studied Harry as the dejected boy trudged through the library. Everyone visibly recoiled when he passed their table. Their behavior disgusted Susan. All he’d done was seemingly talk to a snake. A snake conjured by Draco Malfoy of all people.

Now everyone seemed to believe he was the one behind all the attacks in the castle.

“I’m just saying, only a wizard with truly dark powers could defeat You-Know-Who,” Justin Finch-Fletchley proclaimed loudly as Harry passed their table. Susan frowned when she saw Harry flinch visibly, and he skipped the table next to theirs in favor of the one in the very corner, as far away from everyone as he could manage. Justin’s pompous know-it-all attitude irritated her on most days, today, she found it downright disgusting.

“I suppose that means Professor Dumbledore is the greatest dark wizard of our time?!” Susan snarled, angrily pushing her chair away from the desk and getting up. She ignored the reproachful look Madame Pince shot in her direction and the confused looks of her own housemates. “Hufflepuffs are supposed to be kind,” she hissed, snatching her bag from the table.

She dug around in it as she slowly walked over to Harry, pulling out a crumpled photograph from the bag. She paused and took a second to study the faded photograph, smiling at the red-headed girl and the black-haired boy whizzing around on toy broomsticks while their parents watched and laughed.

He wasn’t evil. He couldn’t be evil.

She let out a sigh, trying to build up her courage. He was all alone. Hadn’t their parents activated their bond for the very reason that they should be there for each other when needed?

He needs a friend right now.

She sighed again and looked at the photograph one last time, before walking over to Harry Potter with a determined expression on her face.

Chapter 1

“The Triwizard Tournament, Albus?” Amelia Bones’ hawkish gray eyes studied the wizened face of the Headmaster.

“You made your views on the tournament quite clear in Wizengamot, Madame Bones,” Dumbledore conceded, locking his fingers together and studying his late-night visitor’s furious face.

“I take poorly to an incompetent Minister putting our children in grave danger to distract the world from a scandal of his making.” She paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “He needed the papers to talk about something, anything other than the debacle at the World Cup. The Wizengamot enabled him in his pursuit despite my objections. The matter is dead and buried Albus. It’s not why I’m here.”

“You’re here about Harry.”

“Prescient, as always, Albus. He does not belong in the Tournament. He’s three years too young, and there has never been a fourth champion.”

“His name emerged from the cup, Amelia. He is bound by law and the magic of the tournament to participate.”

“There is nothing you will do?” Her nostrils flared. She had gone along with her old friend’s madness for far too long. Letting him take Harry from her all those years ago had perhaps been a necessity, even if being forced to have no contact with a boy she was supposed to have raised, a child she had once doted on had left a bad taste in her mouth. She had kept tabs on those Muggle relatives of his as best she could given the constraints of the blood wards, and it amazed her to no end that Harry had grown up to be the thoughtful and quiet young man Susan told him he was. “I’ve always deferred to your better judgment when it comes to Harry, Albus. Not in this. You will pull him out, or I shall start court proceedings to have my guardianship rights restored.” Their world still worshipped Albus Dumbledore. She doubted she could actually get Wizengamot to rule in her favor, but she hoped the threat of unwanted publicity would be enough to get him to soften his stance.

“Amelia, you don’t understand. I can’t do anything,” Dumbledore explained, leaning back in his chair with an exasperated sigh. “I asked Barty to postpone the first task so Alastor has the time to examine the Goblet for signs of tampering. He flat-out refused. Both he and Bagman are determined to make sure that Harry participates in the tournament. Barty went so far as to threaten to have mine, Minvera’s, and Harry’s wands snapped and our magic suppressed by Unspeakables when Minvera and I confronted him. You know just as well as I do that by law he is within his rights to do so.”

“We change the law.” Even as the words left her lips, she knew that would be an exercise in futility.

“The Weighing of Wands is tomorrow, Amelia. The weighing will seal the magic of the Goblet. Changing the law won’t matter once that happens.”

Amelia snorted. Wizengamot would take a week just to decide if the matter merited consideration. “We’re stuck, then.”

“Indeed. But claiming Harry isn’t ready for whatever the Tournament will throw at him is selling him short Amelia.”

“I’ve heard the rumors,” Amelia said darkly. Susan had kept her distance from Harry at her request, which in turn had been at Dumbledore’s urging. Having him live with blood relatives she could understand. Blood magic, when used correctly, could provide powerful and lasting protection. But she had never accepted his dubious reasons not to have Susan inform Harry of their bond.

‘Harry needs to discover the power of love on his own.’ That’s what he always said when she brought up the matter with him.

Pah! Amelia thought, a bitter taste in her mouth. She had agreed to Dumbledore’s every request against her better judgment and without challenging the sometimes nonsensical reasons he had provided. She was beginning to think having Susan steer clear of getting too close to Harry had been a mistake. Wise men make mistakes too. The wiser the man, the more consequential his mistake.

“They’re all true. Even the more fantastical ones. As you can see, this will not be the first time Harry will face mortal danger. He is more than equipped to take care of himself.”

“I will still be telling him about the bond. Susan knows all about it, and is quite fond of him already.”

“That would be a mistake,” Dumbledore said calmly.

“Why?”

“Harry needs to-”

“-discover the power of love on his own,” Amelia interjected, cutting him off. “You’ve told me that a thousand times already. The bond is already there, Albus. All that needs to be done is to light the spark.”

“A lot can change in seventeen years, Amelia.”

“Really, Albus? I have Unspeakable friends too. I know how the bond works,” Amelia bluffed. “If you want to stop me, you’re going to need to come up with a better excuse than that. They’re made for each other, Albus, and the passage of time doesn’t alter that fact.”

“Why now?”

“Harry is being forced to participate in a dangerous tournament, his best friend won’t speak to him, and half the school is bullying him with no intervention by you or any of the other teachers. He needs someone in his corner. He needs his soulmate.”

“If you will give me-”

“Time? No. You’ve had three years to sort out whatever it is you refuse to tell me. Now, I can accept that you have no power to pull Harry from the tournament, but I refuse to accept that you can’t make one of your own teachers get his students in line,” Amelia said sharply. “Rather than trying to stop it, Severus seemingly enjoys the bullying, even rewards it.”

“I can’t act without proof or an official complaint, Amelia. Harry hasn’t come to me,” Albus said, and Amelia realized that even he knew his excuse sounded completely unreasonable.

“As the top prosecutor for the Ministry, I think there’s plenty of proof. You’re just blind when it comes to Severus’ shortcomings. Now, I won’t tell you how to run your school, and you don’t tell me how to take care of my family.”

“Harry-”

“Is family,” Amelia cut him off with a tone that suggested that her opinion wasn’t up for discussion.

“He will not take kindly to having someone’s will imposed on him. He has lived with that all his life. Now you plan to tell him he has no say in who he spends the remainder of his life with. His entire future, chosen by people other than himself.”

“His horrible childhood is your fault, Albus. That he grew up to be the person he is… it’s a minor miracle in itself.”

Amelia smiled grimly at the slight expression of shock on the usually impassive headmaster’s face as he realized she had been keeping tabs on both Harry’s living situation and the events of the school itself as best she could. There were things she did not know, things she only suspected. The Blood Wards prevented her from getting too close to Harry. But if what she suspected turned out to be true…

The world’s most celebrated wizard or not, Albus Dumbledore would have to answer for his mistakes.

“My respect and patience for you are wearing thin, Albus. Be careful that you don’t keep abusing them, because if you think I’ll hesitate to start an official DMLE inquiry into the unsafe conditions of this school… I won’t.”

With that she stood, having said everything she had come to say. He could take it in whatever way he wanted to. A request. A warning. A threat.

She simply did not care anymore.

“What I did was a necessary evil,” Dumbledore said quietly. “Do not punish Harry for mistakes you think I have made.”

“Sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees, Albus. I have no desire to punish or control him, and I’m not going to trigger the bond for them.” I don’t even know how to trigger it. “I’m simply going to inform Harry of its existence, and suggest he and Susan date. They can decide if and when they want to trigger it themselves.”

“Very well.” He wasn’t happy about her decision. The tone of his voice and the lack of the usual mirth in his eyes told her as much.

As long as he accepts that he has no power to stop it, I simply don’t care anymore.

She had two promises to keep. Harry was her responsibility, just as much as Susan was. She owed it to both their parents to keep them safe and happy.

“What if he’s given his heart to another, Amelia?” Amelia paused, her hand resting on the doorknob. She had no answer to his question. That was her one big fear. She had hoped the bond would prevent any serious romantic attachments, but in all honesty, she had no clue how the bond worked. Her brother had been an Unspeakable and had invoked arcane magic the likes of which had not been used for centuries. His secrets had died with him, and the Unspeakables she talked to were unable or unwilling to give her the answers she wanted.

Inscrutable bastards, the whole lot of them.

“Has he?” she asked without turning to look at him.

“He and Miss Granger are known to be quite close. It is possible. What shall you do then?” Dumbledore asked.

“I won’t know until I ask. But if that’s the case, I shall respect his decision.” With that, she left. She had already asked Professor Sprout to summon Susan to her office so she could talk to her niece, but she also resolved to sit both Harry and Susan down and talk to them together as soon as possible.

I just hope I’m not too late.

She let the spiral staircase carry her down to the hallway below, deep in thought. She allowed muscle memory to take over, her feet carrying her to the herbology greenhouses while her mind was entirely focused on how she could go about talking to Harry.

The way she saw it, she had no good options other than telling him the truth. All of it.

“How do I even explain it?” Amelia murmured, nimbly stepping from one staircase to another as they carried her down to the atrium of the castle.

I don’t even understand all of it myself.

She stepped out into the chilly air of the courtyard, drawing her cloak tighter around herself as she walked through the silent and deserted grounds of the castle. The greenhouses had once been her place of tranquility, her refuge from the chaos and grimness of the First Wizarding War. Now, every step she took filled her with dread.

Susan had lived her entire life with the knowledge that she was meant for Harry, and Harry was meant for her.

I need a tactful way to let her know that might not be the case.

Dumbledore had seemed certain that time and distance had probably erased whatever bond the two might have had once upon a time. How much of it was the truth, and how much an attempt to regain control of the situation, she did not know.

For now, she simply had to place her trust in the knowledge that her brother and James Potter were very accomplished wizards who knew exactly what they were doing.

She walked through the quiet greenhouse, smiling at the sight of row after row of snoozing mandrakes. She stepped quietly towards Pomona’s office so as not to disturb them, pausing in surprise at the sound of hushed voices. One was Susan’s, the other… was decidedly a man.

Amelia frowned, pressing her ear against the shut door, her curiosity getting the better of her usual instincts to treat Susan as a grown, mature woman and give her her space.

“You need to stop!” Susan giggled. “My Auntie will be here any minute!”

“You called me!”

“Yes, well, we never get to spend any time together ever since that blasted Goblet spat out your name as the Hogwarts champion!”

Merlin’s balls.

She had been worrying about the wrong person. Amelia steeled herself and pushed open the door, fully expecting to come face to face with Cedric Diggory snogging her niece.

Someone was snogging her, but it wasn’t Diggory. In her stress, she had forgotten that Hogwarts had two champions that year. She grinned.

Guess we were both wrong, Albus. Magic always finds a way.

She cleared her throat, chuckling quietly as the young couple jumped apart, Harry tumbling down to the floor in his haste to pull away from Susan.

“A-auntie!” Susan gasped. Amelia studied her niece, trying to hide her joy and appear angry. They’d evidently been snogging for some time as evidenced by her long red hair messily spilling out of the customary braid it was usually secured in. Her red cheeks, swollen lips and half-unbuttoned blouse only confirmed her suspicions.

“Susan Natalie Bones!” Amelia growled, although her voice lacked its usual bite.

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“Susan Natalie Bones!”

Harry didn’t bother getting up from the floor. He’d heard enough about Susan’s aunt to know he was minutes away from being turned into a toad or something equally hideous for his crimes. Not only had she caught him snogging her niece, he was breaking about half a dozen school rules to do so.

“I-I thought your meeting with the Headmaster would take longer,” Susan mumbled, her fingers scrambling to button up her blouse.

“So you decided to turn your Head of House’s office into a love shack?” Amelia asked, stepping around Harry. She walked over to the chair behind the desk, pulling it away from the table and sitting down on it.

“H-Harry and I rarely get to meet these days. He just dropped by to say hi, that’s all,” Susan squeaked, blushing harder at the incredulous gaze her aunt leveled in her direction. “In fact, he was just leaving!” Susan turned to him and nodded at the half-ajar door. He knew his safety lay in a hasty retreat.

“Yes, I was. It was a pleasure to meet you Madame Bones!” Harry said, quickly clambering to his feet. He stumbled towards the door, trying his best to discreetly do up the fly of his trousers.

“Potter. Wait,” the older woman ordered, and Harry froze. He turned once his fly was secured, preparing himself for the worst. “Sit,” she added quietly, gesturing to the chair he had recently vacated. “You too, Susie.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Yes, Miss Bones,” Harry repeated, slowly moving to sit on the chair. He tried to appear contrite, but it was made harder by the fact that he did not regret his actions one bit. It had been nearly two weeks since he had managed to get any alone time with Susan. He’d never spent this long away from her since the day she had walked up to him in the library, and it had honestly been torturous. The only thing he regretted was being greedy and sticking around long enough to get caught and land them both in hot water.

“You can call me Madame Bones, or even Amelia if you feel comfortable with it, Harry.”

“Yes, Madame Bones,” Harry nodded, finally looking up at the older witch. She had a small smile on her face that was in complete contrast to her stern tone.

Why is she smiling?

“Now, I want to talk to the two of you about a different matter, but before I proceed…” Amelia clasped her hands together, leaning back into the chair. “I’ve had the talk with Susan before the start of her second year. Now, I knew your parents, and had they been alive, they’d have done the same with you. However, I do not know how things work in the Muggle World, so I think it is best if I share some pertinent information and lay down important ground rules.”

“The talk?” Harry asked, confused. He turned to Susan, but she refused to meet his eyes, simply sinking lower into her chair.

“There will be no red-haired, green-eyed little children running around in my house before the two of you graduate,” Amelia said bluntly.

“Auntie!” Susan squeaked, mortified.

It took him a minute, but he finally understood the meaning of Madame Bones’ words, his cheeks turning the color of his girlfriend’s hair. “Yes, Madame Bones,” he said quickly. “I-if we end up…”

“I’m on the potion,” Susan cut in, saving him from having to assure her aunt that he wouldn’t knock her up. “And we were just snogging, I swear.”

His hand instinctively traveled to his right pocket to make sure that no part of the bunched up panties he had pushed in it was poking out. Technically speaking, she wasn’t lying.

Snogging covers a wide variety of activities, doesn’t it?

“There was something else you wanted to talk to me about, Madame Bones?” Harry asked, clearing his throat after a minute of uncomfortable silence.

“Well, that depends on how much my niece has told you, Mr. Potter.”

“Are we talking about the soulmate bond?” Harry asked, resting his hand on Susan’s knee reassuringly. She didn’t have a disobedient bone in her body, and he knew she was still worried about her decision to flout her aunt’s and Dumbledore’s instructions to steer clear of him.

“So, everything.”

“Yes,” Susan said, on the verge of tears. She knew her aunt would be disappointed in her, but Harry still didn’t understand why they were supposed to stay apart.

They hadn’t found a single mention of soul bonds in the entire library, so sometimes he wondered if they’d done it to keep him and Susan safe. But they’d been together for nearly a year now and nothing bad had happened, so surely whatever it was couldn’t be too bad.

“Just that we have a bond between us. She doesn’t know anything more,” Harry murmured, gently squeezing Susan’s leg.

“Neither do I. Her father and yours did the initial bit of magic. All they told me is that the two of you are destined to be together.”

“I’m sorry,” Susan whispered, hiccupping quietly.

“Don’t be darling. I’m glad you disobeyed me,” Amelia murmured, reaching out to take Susan’s hand.

“Really?” Susan asked, sounding equal parts confused and hopeful.

“Really,” Amelia murmured, patting her hand. “Call it a gut feeling, but I see a darkness on the horizon. The two of you will need each other if you are to survive it.”

“The tournament? I didn’t put my name in the Goblet, Madame Bones,” Harry said.

“He didn’t! I’ve been wanting to tell everyone that we were-” Susan said, blushing and pausing mid-sentence. “That I trust him. He was nowhere near the Goblet the night people were supposed to submit their names.” She gave her aunt a nervous smile, before adding quickly, “Besides, nobody is better at breaking the rules than Fred and George. If they couldn’t figure out how to get past the age line, Harry had no chance,” she added quickly.

“I believe you. There is treachery afoot, and combined with the fiasco at the World Cup, I am convinced something bad is about to happen. Someone wants you in danger, Harry. Who, I do not know.”

“I have a very good guess,” Harry mumbled darkly. Nothing would make Snape quite as happy as his gruesome death.

“Guesses don’t help us. I am starting an investigation on my end, and the presence of Alastor in the school assures me that if there is anything going on, he will sniff it out. He was the best Auror I’ve ever had. But till we find something, I want the two of you to maintain constant vigilance. Understood?”

Both of them nodded.

“Good. That’s all.”

Harry and Susan both got up, knowing they were dismissed.

“Oh, and Harry?” Harry looked back at Madame Bones.

“Yes, Madame Bones?”

“No more sneaking around on the grounds at night. It’s dangerous. If the two of you want a safe place to meet, might I suggest the kitchens?”

“Thank you, Auntie,” Susan murmured, her cheeks flushed.

Harry gave the stern woman one last smile before he grabbed Susan’s hand, pulling her out of the office. They stayed silent until they exited the greenhouse. Harry sighed in relief as they walked out onto the silent grounds, enjoying the slight bite of the chilly night air against his face.

“Well,” he teased, trying to set Susan at ease, “That’s our breeding kink ruined for a good month.”

“T-that’s what you took from the entire conversation?” Susan growled, elbowing him in the chest.

“That’s the most important thing, yes,” Harry chuckled. “What did you take away from it?”

“You’re impossible,” Susan groused playfully. She leaned into his side as they walked through the courtyard. She spoke up again as they were climbing up the steps to the castle, her voice quiet, “I hate it when you’re in danger.”

“Just isn’t a school year if I’m not in some mortal peril,” Harry whispered, squeezing the hand he was holding. “Don’t worry. I’ll probably flop miserably in the first task, and they’ll kick me out.”

“Fat chance. You fought a basilisk.”

“I had help,” he murmured, walking past the dark and deserted Great Hall. He led her down the steps that led to the basement, the two slowly walking down the hallways that led to her Common Room.

“Still,” she murmured, squealing in surprise when he pulled her into the snug alcove hidden behind the tapestry of Merlin fighting a dragon.

“Harry!” she whispered, groaning quietly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips attacking her creamy skin.

“Yes?” he asked, leaving a trail of hickeys down her neck.

“Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she moaned breathily as he sucked on her pulse point. His teeth sank into her skin and she twitched, welcoming the slight twinge of pain intermixed with the pleasure flooding her body. Her hands moved to his trousers, hastily unbuttoning them and pulling them down his legs.

“You tell me,” Harry growled, his hands ghosting over her large breasts. She preferred loose shirts and skirts to obscure her curvy features, but unless she was wearing a tent, there was no concealing the fact that she had been blessed with the perfect hourglass shaped body.

“Nine inches.” Harry hissed as her hand disappeared into his boxers, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. Her other hand grabbed the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down his legs and freeing the massive erection he had been trying to conceal the entire time they were in the office. “Stiff. A core powerful enough to drive any witch crazy.”

“I think it’s made to breed one particular witch,” Harry whispered, his hands moving to her shoulders. He flipped her, pushing her flat against the rough stone wall of the alcove.

“You said… no breeding,” she teased, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in and surrendered to his control.

“On second thought, I quite like the idea of doing something I’m forbidden from doing. Didn’t you hear what they’re all saying? Rules don’t apply to me.” His hands ghosted over her broad hips before he grabbed her large, round, perfectly-shaped ass. She groaned quietly as his fingers sank into the soft flesh, leaving their mark on her unblemished skin. “Besides, what are you if not breeding bait, Miss Bones?”

“And yet my cunt remains empty, to say nothing of my womb, sir,” Susan teased back, adopting her most innocent voice. “How do I fulfill my purpose without your seed?”

She had never been shy about expressing her desires or asking him to take care of them, but it drove him crazy every time she pretended to be the shy innocent virgin to his big bad wolf.

She arched her back, pushing her ass into his hands.

“Am I not suitable for your seed, Mr. Potter?” she asked, feigning to be on the verge of tears.

“You’re more than suitable, Miss Bones.”

“Then why won’t you fuck me?” She leaned back into his chest, gently grinding her ass against his rock-hard cock.

His hands moved to her shirt, nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning the white garment and pulling them down her shoulders. Her rosy peaks poked through the black lace of her bra, begging for his attention.

“Ask me properly,” Harry ordered, pushing her flat against the wall once more, a hand on her shoulder keeping her pinned in place. She groaned in complaint at the loss of friction from the grinding, continuing to wiggle her ass as a way to entice him to abandon his games and just give her what she wanted.

A rough, primal fucking that left her legs weak and head empty.

“Sir, can you please shove your thick, veiny wand into my tight cunt and fill me up with your seed?” Susan breathed, her words petering out into a desperate whine as he stepped forward, his cock pushing between her thick thighs and rubbing against her dripping cunt.

Harry chuckled. He made no effort to move or give her what she wanted. Instead, his free hand moved to unclasp her bra while she squirmed and mewled.

“Please, sir! I’ve been a good girl! It’s been weeks,” she begged, groaning in satisfaction when he pushed her legs apart. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, guiding his tip inside her pussy before he used the hand on her shoulder to pull her away from the wall and into his chest. The movement caused her to be impaled on inch after inch of his huge cock, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her tight cunt was stretched by his massive girth.

“I… oh, Merlin!” Her shrill moan resonated around the tiny space, and Harry prayed that none of the Prefects on patrolling duty that night were anywhere near them. He paused once he had bottomed out in her, giving the panting girl a minute to steady herself. “Green,” she whispered.

Harry grunted. He shifted his hands to her heavy breasts, fingers sinking into the creamy flesh. Her rosy nipples had turned into hardened and crinkled nubs in obvious arousal. “I missed you,” he whispered, pulling out before ramming back into the warm embrace of her velvet walls.

“I…. unghhhh,” Susan bit her lip to suppress her loud groan, her hips moving back in time with his thrusts. Their weeks of separation had left them both frustrated, on edge, and desperate for release.

She placed a palm flat against the rough stone wall of the tiny cubby to steady herself, her other hand traveling down to her cunt. He groaned when her hand found his balls, fondling the sensitive orbs for a minute before she shifted her attention to her clit, desperate to finish in tune with him.

Her fingers could never match the sheer overwhelming sensation of getting fucked by her lover.

Harry forced himself to keep his eyes open as he hammered in and out of her moist core, every thrust of his causing her body to jerk forward before his hands pulled her back into position. Her magnificent bosom swayed pendulously with every thrust.

Two weeks of frustration, stress, and no sex for both of them meant that their little impromptu quickie was over within minutes.

Susan’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as the powerful orgasm rocked her body, her thumb still continuing to rub her clit. She collapsed into his chest, her legs losing all strength. Harry himself was fighting a losing battle as her walls clamped down around him, milking him for his seed. He came with a loud groan, keeping himself buried inside her, his cock twitching as he filled her up with load after load of cum.

A wave of tiredness washed over him as the adrenaline of the orgasm slowly wore off, and he gently pulled out of the limp girl, letting her turn and cuddle into his chest. She pressed her thighs together, wanting to keep his seed from spilling out for as long as possible.

“I’m going to tell Cedric and the others that you were with me that night. They need to lay off you because there was no way you could put your name in the Goblet.”

“What about-”

“No more hiding. We don’t have to date in secret anymore. The only people I was worried about were Auntie and Professor Dumbledore, and they both know now,” Susan said quietly. She leaned into him for support as he helped her get dressed, her legs too weak to support her on their own. “Besides, Cedric’s girlfriend is helping him prepare for the tournament. I want to do the same for you. And I refuse to spend weeks apart, even if it leads to explosive sex.”

“Okay,” he murmured, pulling up his own trousers.

“Okay,” she said shyly, pecking his cheek. Dating in secret had been easy. Going public… it almost felt like they were making it official. “My panties?” she asked sheepishly.

“Tomorrow. I’ll slip them in my girlfriend’s bag.” He winked, patting her butt one last time before slipping out into the hallway. He whistled as he made his way up to Gryffindor tower, happier than he had been in weeks.

Chapter 2

“Enter,” Harry said, without looking up from the parchment on his desk. Being the Head of DMLE was no simple job, despite how easy Amelia Bones had made it look during her tenure. Filling his predecessor’s big boots and making her proud… that had been the hardest task of them all. Amelia did no cut anyone slack. Even the man she considered to be her own son.

“Busy?” Harry grinned at the soft voice of his wife, finally looking away from the proposed law and up at the woman.

“For you? Never.”

“Good,” she replied, slipping into the office and shutting the door behind her. She was still in the lime-green robes that marked someone as a healer employed by St. Mungo’s, and had evidently popped down for a quick lunch with him. “Because I just had my appointment with Madame Deverioux…”

Harry’s eyes widened. Madame Deverioux was the most celebrated healer specializing in fertility in all of Europe. They had been trying to get an appointment with her for weeks.

“And?” Harry asked, his throat suddenly dry.

“She made me a potion… and told me to find my husband and have him ride me like… ze stallioun,” Susan said, trying her best to sound like the French witch.

“Right now?” Harry asked, his breath hitching.

“She said to do it within the hour for best results,” Susan murmured. She unclasped her robe, letting it drop to the ground.

Harry took his job seriously. Far too seriously in her opinion. She knew it would be a fight to get him to play hokey, and she had not come unarmed. She was completely naked underneath her robes. Well… not completely naked. She had on black stockings, a garter belt, and a set of see-through black lacy lingerie that struggled to cover much, if anything. In all honesty, her choice of attire and the subtle mascara and lipstick she had used to complete her look made her seem ten times hotter than if she had simply turned up naked.

He had never seen her wear that particular set before, and he had a sneaking suspicion she had been saving it for a special occasion.

Like today…

“Well, who am I to argue with two of the smartest healers in all of Europe?” Harry murmured, his emerald orbs darkening with lust. Susan grinned. There was a click as she engaged the lock of his office, automatically turning on the sound-proofing and privacy wards.

She sauntered over to his desk, her broad hips swaying as she made her way to him. Her large, tear-drop shaped breasts bounced with every step she took, her magnificent bosom straining against the small bra. He could see the slight sheen on the inside of her creamy thighs that let him know she was already as aroused as he was by the thought of what they were about to do.

He pushed his chair further away from the desk, giving her ample space to squeeze in between his legs and the table.

“My, Mr. Potter,” Susan whispered, licking her lips as she studied the large tent in his robes. He had long ago taken up wearing the baggiest trousers he could lay his hands on. Hermione teased him that he still worse Dudley’s pants, but it seemed like a prudent policy when one was married to someone as hot as Susan Bones. “Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she teased, cocking her head to one side. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulder, and his fingers itched to grab and pull on the fiery locks.

“You tell me,” Harry whispered, letting her take the initiative. It was rare for him to want to give up any control, but there were occasions when all he wanted to do was bury his face in the most perfect pair of tits on the planet while she rode him.

“I think it’s a problem. One that’s distracting you from work. I’ll be happy to take care of it,” Susan said, sinking to her knees. She plucked her wand from behind her ear, vanishing his robes with a quiet incantation.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

“Sorry… I’m a little impatient. You can punish me tonight, sir.” Susan bit her lower lip between her teeth, looking up at him with eyes full of sinful innocence.

Harry grinned, his fingers burying in her hair. Years of being together meant that he didn’t need to speak to convey what he wanted her to do, that one simple action was enough. Susan smiled, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles together.

“Ten years of being together, and I still haven’t gotten used to this,” she whispered, giggling as his huge cock sprang free and slapped her cheek.

“Well, I hope you never get bored of it, because I’m pretty sure it’s the only reason you married me,” Harry teased. He spread his legs lazily, allowing her to crawl in between them.

“Absolutely,” she teased back. She stuck her tongue out, swirling it around his sensitive tip and greedily lapping up the trickle of precum leaking from his engorged cockhead. She looked up at him with playful eyes as she brought her plump lips to the tip, giving it a chaste kiss.

“I…. fuuuuck,” Harry whispered, groaning softly at the way she was toying with him. He decided playtime was over, burying both his hands in her hair and guiding her lips back down to his cock. Inch after inch of his shaft disappeared into her warm and welcoming mouth, their moans intermingling as his tip hit her throat. She gagged and drooled around his shaft but made no effort to stop him as he pushed her down on it further. Her hand gripped his thigh for leverage, the other moving to fondle and massage his cum-engorged balls, coaxing them to give up their precious load.

Harry groaned as she made herself swallow his entire length, her tongue swirling around veined cock, massaging every sensitive point she had discovered with practised ease. He held her in place, her nose buried in his crotch as she squirmed and gagged, coating his entire length with her drool. It ran down the corner of her lips and chin, dripping down to her thighs.

Messy sex was the best kind of sex.

He released his hold on her after a minute of gagging and struggling, and she lunged away from him, his cock springing free of her lips with an audible POP!

She gasped for breath, trying to wipe the drool off her face with the back of her hand, but only succeeded in smearing it further on her cheeks. He tried to guide her back to his cock but she resisted, slowly climbing up to her feet and pulling her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, moving closer to him.

“I promise I’ll drop by again for lunch and you can finish ruining my face, sir,” she said, climbing onto his lap. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, guiding his tip to her wet slit as she mounted him. “But we have a mission today.”

“And what mission is that?” Harry groaned as his tip sank into her warm core. Her hands gripped his shoulders for leverage as she lowered herself, slowly imapling her pussy with inch after inch of his cock.

“Well, sir…” She moaned, the familiar dull ache returning to her core as her walls were stretched by his impressive girth. “I was once told I am perfect breeding bait,” she whispered. She gasped when he grabbed the strap of her bra, pulling it down her shoulder and freeing a beautifully formed breast.

“Are you saying you deserve my seed?”

“Y-yes,” Susan mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut. He captured her pebbled pink nub between his lips and began to suckle. “I-Unghn… Merhlin,” she rambled incoherently, as her breast released its treasure, squirting a trickle of sweet milk into his mouth.

“I didn’t quite get that,” Harry said, his words muffled by her breast. He tugged the swollen teat with his teeth, drawing it deeper into his mouth before he began to suckle in earnest.

Susan threw her head back, moaning loudly. She began to ride him, grunting as she pushed herself up, only for him to buck his hips and ram his cock back into her glistening pussy. She sank back down with him, before repeating the cycle. Again and again, all while he lapped up every drop of milk leaking out of her sensitive nub.

“I am a very… very good breedslut,” Susan gasped, the position they were in causing her to feel him much deeper than she normally did. It was almost like he was pushing into her belly, making sure there was no other outcome than her getting pregnant. “I deserve your seed!” She keened. The potion had made her much more sensitive than normal, and she collapsed against his chest as she orgasmed.

Her walls clamped around his shaft, but trying to milk it was a futile effort. He wasn’t close, and while trying to deny her his cum was a futile fight, he would win this round.

He got to his feet, carrying his limp wife the short distance to his desk. He laid her down on her back, bending her legs at the waist and pushing them up against her chest. He grabbed her ankles to pin her legs in place, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm.

“Look at me,” he ordered as he hammered in and out of her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His balls thudded against her gorgeous ass with every thrust, a reminder of what her reward for obedience was.

Her eyes fluttered open and she keened, her hand snaking between her legs. Her fingers pinched and massaged her clit, her panting and moans growing louder as her impending orgasm drew closer.

“What do you want?”

“Your seed. Every. Last. Drop. Of. It.” she whispered. “Harry, I-” Susan let loose a strangled scream as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced rocked her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed on the desk, blacking out.

It was futile to resist. Harry came within seconds of her orgasm, shuddering and groaning as he shot his load inside her.

Harry Potter woke up on Sunday morning with a smile on his face, happier than he had been in months. He pulled his blanket away from his body, taking a second to glance at his ruined boxers and bedsheets. As far as wet dreams went… that one had been bloody amazing.

He climbed out of bed, wondering how Professor Trelawney would interpret this particular dream of his should he share it with her. Death by orgasm?

As far as deaths go, that’s right up there with dying in bed of old age, surrounded by my loved ones.

He quickly stripped off his boxers, tossing them and the sheets into the laundry basket and changing into a different pair of shorts before pulling his curtains apart. His good mood soured somewhat at the sight of Ron’s empty bed. His best friend still refused to speak to him, and now seemed to be going to extreme lengths to avoid him.

It doesn’t matter. I have Susan, he thought, giddy with excitement at the prospect of no longer having to hide in the shadows. They could eat meals together, partner up in classes, the possibilities were endless…

He grabbed a clean set of clothes, making his way to the empty bathroom and quickly getting ready for the day. He ignored the scattered hollering and applause in the Common Room, instead walking as quickly as he could to the portrait hole to avoid the Creevey brothers. He pushed it open and climbed out, nearly colliding with a surprised Hermione.

“Ron’s down in the Great Hall and I presume you want to avoid drama so… I brought you this!” She held up the sandwich she was carrying. “It’s a beautiful day for a walk.”

“Sounds perfect.” Harry grabbed the sandwich from her hands, biting into it. He had no desire to ruin what had been a perfect start to the day. “I just need a second to take someone with us,” Harry added as they walked down to the atrium, intending to nip into the Great Hall for a quick minute to ask Susan to join them.

“Who?” Hermione asked curiously.

Harry didn’t answer. He walked into the Great Hall, but he didn’t have to go far. Susan was striding in his direction with a resolute expression on her face. In full view of the entire school, she dramatically paused in front of him, leaned up on her toes, and kissed him.

“I- What was that for?” Harry whispered, ignoring the excited hooting and catcalls from Fred and George.

“Just proving a point to someone,” Susan whispered, pecking his cheek again. “It’s not important.”

Harry locked eyes with Ron, his heart sinking at the look of utter fury on the boy’s face. “Hermione suggested a walk. Do you want to join us?”

“I’d love to.” Susan slipped into his side, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together. They walked out of the Great Hall together, a bemused Hermione trailing behind them.

“Do you two want to explain to me what just happened?” she asked, sounding equal parts confused and amused.

“You’re not upset?” Harry asked, slowing down to let her catch up to them.

“Why would I be upset? Because you’re regularly snogging someone by the looks of it? Oh, grow up. Since when?”

“It’s been nearly a year now,” Susan answered, blushing at the casual way Hermione was treating their disclosure. Harry simply munched on his sandwich, glad that his best friend and girlfriend had no problem with each other. Things would have become much more complicated if that had been the case.

“Why hide it? You didn’t even tell me or Ron,” Hermione asked as they walked towards the Great Lake. The Giant Squid lay on the banks, basking in the sun and twirling its tentacles to splash a trio of girls who had taken advantage of the rare warmth to go for a swim.

“It’s complicated.”

“Is there anything in your life that isn’t, Harry?” Hermione asked, before sighing. “This is just going to infuriate Ron more, you know that, right?”

“What’s his problem? He can’t really think I entered my name?! There’s no way I could have, I was with-”

“Me,” Susan finished, blushing furiously. “All night. He sneaked back into his dorms at dawn. None of it makes any sense.”

“The green-eyed monster never makes sense,” Hermione said. When the two of them looked at her blankly, she sighed. “Jealousy. He’s jealous, Harry.”

“Of what? The potential for grievous bodily harm and death?” Harry asked incredulously. Despite the warmth, Susan shuddered and tightened her hold on his hand.

“You don’t have to give exams and get a thousand galleons if you win. The attention! The fame,” Hermione explained patiently. When Harry opened his mouth to argue, she added quickly, “Look, I’m not saying it’s right. I know you didn’t ask for any of this, and will happily trade it in for a quiet year of Hogsmeade dates with Susan. But he’s spent his life in a house with five older brothers. He’s always been overlooked. In school, his best friend is the most famous wizard of our generation! The spotlight is always on you, Harry, and now you go and become the school champion and get a gorgeous girlfriend to boot… I suppose it’s all a bit too much for him to bear.”

“I suppose he’ll be satisfied when I’m lying somewhere, my neck broken,” Harry said darkly. He yelped at the sharp slap to his shoulder, turning to look at Susan’s furious face.

“Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, say that again Harry Potter,” she growled.

“It’s not funny, Harry. I’ve tried to research the Triwizard Tournament, and after the Weighing of the Wands tonight, there’s no way for you to back out.”

“My Auntie tried to get him pulled too. If the Head of the DMLE can’t manage it, there’s nothing we can do,” Susan said, sounding morose.

“I think I know someone who might have an idea. A habitual rule breaker,” Hermione said, shooting Harry a meaningful glance. When he didn’t catch the hint, she added, “Padfoot. He needs to know what’s going on.”

“You haven’t even told Sirius yet?” Susan asked, poking Harry in the shoulder. She ignored his yelp of protest, continuing to poke him, “Why?”

“I was a bit preoccupied! And I didn’t want to worry him!”

“He told you to keep him updated on everything! Especially after your scar hurt!”

“Susie, he came back to the country because of a minor twinge! If I tell him someone entered me into the tournament against my will, he’ll probably turn up in the Great Hall demanding blood.”

“Do you think he wouldn’t find out?!”

“How would he even find out?”

“Rita Skeeter arrived while I was eating breakfast Harry. She’s going to publish a piece on the tournament and all the champions in the Daily Prophet. You’ll probably be front and center on tomorrow’s edition,” Susan said, rolling her eyes. She loved her boyfriend, but the man could be bloody obtuse and stubborn at times. “I think he’d rather know about it from his godson than the bloody papers.”

“Fine. Fine. I’ll write to him,” Harry muttered, gently squeezing her hand. She let loose an annoyed huff, but squeezed his hand back, giving him a small smile.

“Oi! Lovebirds!” Hermione shouted, smacking Harry’s other shoulder.

“What?! And for the love of Merlin, can you two stop assaulting me?” Harry growled, frowning at Hermione.

“She knows about Sirius?”

“Don’t worry, I know he’s innocent. My lips are sealed.”

“They met when he came to visit me before I traveled to the Burrow,” Harry explained.

“He likes me. Calls me Shorty,” Susan giggled.

“Alright then. Let’s go write him a letter and see if he has any good ideas,” Hermione said.

The three of them returned to the castle, climbing up the stairs that led to the Owlery. Susan let go of Harry’s hand and walked over to Hedwig, petting the majestic owl. She hooted quietly, obviously enjoying the attention.

Harry took the parchment, quill, and bottle of ink Hermione had pulled out of her satchel, quickly penning a letter to his godfather.

Dear Padfoot,

You told me to keep you updated about everything that’s going on at Hogwarts, so here goes - The Triwizard Tournament is taking place this year. The Goblet chose Cedric Diggory as the Hogwarts Champion, but then inexplicably, also chose me as a fourth champion. I did not put my name in the Goblet, and I do not know who did. Hermione sends her love, and asks if you have a way out of this predicament. I hope you and Buckbeak are faring well.

He glanced up at Susan.

PS. Shorty sends her love too. We went public. Hope I can take her on proper dates now. Any suggestions for those would be welcome too.

He quickly rolled up the parchment and attached it to Hedwig’s leg, watching as she flew out of the window, gliding in the air towards a destination unknown to him.

“What now?” Harry asked. He had been told to report to the Charms Classroom at Five, but till then, his day was wide open.

“Well,” Hermione said, “if they’re going to be assessing your wand, it might be a good idea to clean and polish it.”