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"Character Talking"
"Character thinking"
I hope it is acceptable and your criticisms, to see where I have to improve
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Alternative universe where Voldemort is dead, James and Lily Potter are alive. Hogwarts starts at 13 years old
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"Hurry up, Longbottom!" Susan Bones exclaimed, her voice echoing in the dimly lit hallway of one of the Hogwarts corridors with some annoyance, while her red hair swayed as she quickened her pace, the reason for her annoyance was because she and her three fellow prefects had arrived late for the night meeting, so the most convenient areas for night patrols had already been chosen by his other fellow prefects such as Hermione Granger of Ravenclaw.
"Calm down, Susan!" It was Harry Potter, the godson of his Aunt Amelia's husband and her boyfriend, who responded to Susan as the sound of his footsteps grew louder as he turned the corner to catch up with her. "It's not like we can change our patrol areas"
"And whose fault is it?" replied the 18-year-old redhead with a generous chest for her age that is characteristic of the women of the Bones family
"You didn't seem to be complaining a little while ago" replied the son of the savior of the wizarding world, Lily Potter, née Evans, the woman who had killed Lord Voldemort by turning the Potter home in Godric's Hollow into a deadly and explosive trap in case the the Fidelius charm wasn't enough to hide her family, while she and her husband and son escaped through a secret tunnel.
But before Susan could respond in any way that could take away from James Potter's son the smile he had, they were caught up with them by their respective fellow prefects from their own Hogwarts houses who were also their respective best friends, who in other words were Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott.
"Harry, Susan," Hannah said when she arrived with them, but before Harry could say anything, the niece of the head of the Aurores department did
"Well, we're almost there."
The other three watched her continue on the road before Neville and Hannah turned to see Harry
"What?" asked Potter to the duo's gaze
"Did you do anything to her to annoy her?" the two asked
"What?, No!"
"So?" asked the blonde from the badger house as they walked again to catch up with Susan
"I didn't do anything to her, she's just..." Harry began to say before he stopped as if thinking about what to say "... a little annoyed" But his answer only got a couple of skeptical looks from the other two, so Potter added the following while coming up with an idea "You know what?... why don't you better go ahead and patrol the greenhouses and I see that it bothers Susan?, Okay?, Great!" Harry gave them no time, nor a chance to respond before he quickened his pace to catch up with Susan
"Harry!" Neville and Susan raised their voices a little as they watched him walk away before they shared a look about whether they should go to the greenhouse area and patrol or catch up with their friends.
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"Susan," Harry said when he caught up with her and Susan realized that his friends weren't coming with him, so she was about to ask where they were, but the 18-year-old emerald-green eyed boy spoke again to answer the unasked question, "They said they were going to patrol the greenhouses, that leaves us with the towers, so let's patrol."
Susan looked at him with an incredulous look as he continued walking, Bones had a hard time believing what Lily Potter's son said, especially since she has known him since they were children since she had been raised by her aunt and her husband, Sirius Black, so she knows perfectly well the naughty streak Harry has that his father and godfather encourages when their respective wives are not looking. But all Susan did was snort before continuing and catching up with Harry who was leaving her behind.
But at first Susan's suspicions about Harry's intentions were that he wanted to give Neville and Susan alone time who are attracted to each other, only neither dares to ask the other out, but those suspicions were thrown out the window after a few minutes of patrol as they passed by a broom closet when Harry stopped to take a furtive look at his around.
The corridor was deserted and the only sound was the distant echo of her own footsteps that quickly faded as soon as she stopped too
"Harry?" was all Susan could say before he dragged her into the broom closet in the hallway.
Once inside, Harry didn't waste a moment, he closed the door without making noise before casting some spells on him, one was an alert spell, another to prevent the noise from coming out of the broom closet, another to lock and another to prevent anyone from paying attention to the door. Then Potter pushed Susan against the door, framing her face with his hands, their eyes met and she could see the desire burning in his gaze. Before she could protest, his lips were on hers, his kiss deep and demanding. She melted into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch.
However, when they separated after more than a minute, and despite Susan rolling her eyes, she couldn't help the smile that was drawn on her lips. "You know, we're supposed to set an example, not break the rules."
"Oh, I know," Harry said, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "But who says we can't have a little fun while we're doing it?... like the last time we patrolled together"
Susan's cheeks flushed as she remembered the last time they had patrolled together almost a week ago... The way Harry had pinned her against the cold stone wall of another broom closet, his hand running across the fabric of her robe to take it off, finding the hem of her shirt, sliding under it... The way his lips had felt hot and hungry as he claimed her body in the shadows.
"Besides," Harry whispered, coming closer so that his breathing mingled, "I was dying to be alone with you again"
"We were alone two hours ago," Susan said, reminding him that it hadn't even been three hours since then
"Do you forget that Neville and Hannah interrupted us?... and for me it was too long," Harry said before kissing her
Susan's heart skipped a beat. The excitement of their secret encounters had only grown with each stolen kiss and each caress. They had been taking these risks for weeks, and the excitement of being discovered had only increased the appeal, especially when they were near the area patrolled by a professor.
Then Susan's hands wrapped around Harry's neck as they kissed again, grabbing the back of his head as if she wanted to keep him from walking away, and Harry's hands went down to his butt, as his tongue invaded her mouth.
When they parted again to catch their breath they were panting softly, but Harry began to open her robe. "We don't have much time" he muttered as he finished taking off her robe and began to take off his own with Susan's help.
"No, we don't," Susan said, her eyes dark with desire. She knew they had to be quick, but the urgency only served to increase the passion they felt at the time.
With both robes out, Harry's hands went to Susan's waist, pulling her closer, as well as going under the fabric of her shirt to start tracing circles with his thumbs on her hips, exposing her pale skin to fresh air. Susan shivered, but it wasn't because of the cold. The rising heat between them was palpable, a silent promise of what was to come.
They went deeper into the closet, Harry's hands moved in front of Susan and with deft fingers he began to unbutton Susan's shirt, without taking his eyes off hers. She felt somewhat exposed, vulnerable and more alive than ever, his touch was a mark, a statement of ownership that sent shivers down her spine, and her own hands found the buttons on his shirt, her hands trembled slightly as she opened it.
The warmth of her body bathed his, and he could feel her heart racing to the rhythm of his.
In a short time, Susan managed to remove his shirt to reveal a more athletic body than most wizards thanks to Potter's mother having insisted on preparing him in case Voldemort's followers or their children wanted revenge, enrolling Harry in dueling competitions for 4 years, as well as enrolling him in sports competitions with boys his age within the Muggle world in every school vacation, since before Harry started studying at Hogwarts.
Then their bodies collided again, this time with more urgency. Susan's large breasts were squished against Harry's chest, with the fabric of her bra as the only barrier. Soon after, Harry's hands found the clasp and unfastened it, freeing her heavy breasts. He cupped them, while his thumbs brushed against her sensitive nipples, prompting Susan to gasp softly, and the sensation sent a small wave of pleasure through her, so she arched to offer them to her, her hands gripping the back of his neck.
Harry took one nipple into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue and sucking it into a hard peak. Susan's eyes closed for a moment at the sensation and she groaned, with the sound echoing off the walls of the closet. Harry's other hand found its way into her skirt, groping the buttons until he could slide it over her hips, and she took a step back enough to drop it to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
Susan reached for his belt, her own need drove her now, she had to have it, she had to feel it inside her again.
Harry's pants fell to the floor, revealing his hardened cock fighting his boxers, and with trembling hands she pushed the cloth down, not taking her eyes off the Potter's.
Again their bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin and hearts racing as the black-haired wizard grabbed the witch by the back of the neck for a fierce kiss, while Harry's other hand slid into the moisture between Susan's legs and moaned against her mouth. She was already so wet for him that Potter slipped a finger into her that Susan squeezed and rubbed her body further against him, her hips looking for more friction.
It wasn't long before Harry's hands reached down to grab Susan's butt to lift her up, Susan's legs wrapped around his waist, he kissed her neck and gently nibbled on the tender skin there. She groaned, digging her nails into his back, he knew exactly how to make her beg for more.
"Harry~" Susan whispered hoarsely as a plea, so Harry didn't need any more stimulation, he pushed her against a wall so he could settle into the entrance of her pussy and push in, filling her completely with a slow and deliberate push.
Susan threw her head back, a high-pitched sound escaping her lips as she adjusted to her size. While Harry stood still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her warm, tight pussy enveloping him, before starting to move.
"Mmmm~"
The pace of the thrusts shifted from slow to moderate and steady, with the tapping of skin to skin disturbing the stillness of the night, but soon after Harry's hand found her clit and his thumb caressed it. Susan's voice as well as her breathing ragged as her warm insides tightened around his cock as her body was carried closer and closer to ecstasy.
Susan's eyes closed with her moans growing in intensity and frequency as Harry's pace became more frantic. She could feel the pleasure rise to the brink of ecstasy, knowing that her climax was near. "Harry~" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
"Look at me," Harry demanded with a voice full of lust, Susan's eyes widening and meeting hers full of desire. The intensity of his gaze only served to feed her own desire.
With each thrust, Harry's grip on Susan's hips tightened as he felt like he was getting closer and closer to cumming, but he didn't want to be the first to do it, so his thumb moved faster against her clitoris, and she loudly groaned while her body trembling with unbridled pleasure.
The out-of-the-closet world ceased to exist when Susan gave in to the sensations Harry was provoking in her. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the sound of their harsh breathing, and the pressure building up inside her core.
Her nails raked Harry's back as she felt she was about to peak, she bit her lower lip to suppress a cry of pleasure, but without taking her eyes off his. Harry's eyes were full dark with lust, his gaze holding hers as if he could read the depths of her soul.
"Harry~!" Susan gasped in a voice mixed with pleasure and despair.
Harry's pace didn't falter, if anything, it became more intense. He slammed into her, his hips meeting hers with desperate urgency.
If he were carrying her and pushing her against the door, they would make it tremble with every impact, even though in the state they were in they wouldn't have minded being discovered. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure and need between them.
Susan's legs tightened around Harry's waist, her heels dug into his back, her eyes closed and she threw her head back as much as she could due to her position, but with a loud moan as the orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure swept through her body like a tidal wave.
Harry moaned too, feeling Susan's inside throbbing around his cock and it was all he could take. He rammed into her one last time, burying himself to the bottom when he, too, peaked.
The warmth of his release filled her, and Susan clung to it, milking every last drop.
For a moment they remained like this, intertwined, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their passion... Then, with a start, Susan realized the time and the situation. "Merlin's beard!" She hissed, pushing Harry away gently. "We have to go back to patrolling or they will come looking for us!"
"Okay," Harry murmured, his voice still heavy with desire, but he took a step back, allowing Susan to stand, even though her legs felt weak. They both moved quickly, putting their clothes back into place with trembling hands, but the scent of their sexual relations hung in the air, a potent reminder of what they had just shared.
They walked out of the closet, breathing still heavy, plus Susan's cheeks were a little flushed and Harry's hair was a worse mess than it already was from her eager fingers. It seemed like they had just been caught in a storm instead of a quiet night on patrol.
"We have to be more careful," Susan whispered, smoothing her hair, looking and listening if anyone was around.
Harry nodded, his eyes still glassy with the aftereffects of his climax. "You're right..." he agreed, tucking in his shirt and putting on his robe "But it's so hard to resist you."
Susan could feel herself blushing more at that comment, the way Harry was looking at her, and the ghostly feeling of his body on her body. But she struggled with that shame and desire, they had a job to do, and they couldn't let their desires get in the way of their responsibilities, and they couldn't let them be discovered in such a situation. With one last lingering glance, they set off down the hallway again, this time with slightly less frantic steps.
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