There was a strangeness in her home, an oddness in the air. It wasn't bad, far from it, but it certainly had her jittery. The source was, of course, the boy she was sharing her apartment with. Although at after a few days it felt less like she was sharing and more like he was just a part of her life, as if he was always meant to be there, with her.
It had been the best birthday of her life, by far, and she had often taken to the simple task of just observing him. Harry, in her home, in her space, his subtle scent mingling with everywhere he sat, everything he touched.
Harry who was reading a book on…
Grace Riddle's mind froze, did several attempts at restarting, promptly failed those attempts, and resigned to a dull drooling for a few moments all because of one very simple fact. "Wh-what are you reading?"
He looked up and that innocent facade didn't fool her for a moment. She had taught his father, taught his sisters, she knew that a Potter was never as innocent as they looked. "Hm?"
She pointed, perhaps a bit swiftly, to the book in his hands, " That, what are you reading?"
Harry blinked again, before leaning forward and looking at the title as if he wasn't aware of what book currently lay open in his hands.
The brat.
"Oh this? I just wanted to catch up on some light reading before I had to go back to reading textbooks and manuals for school."
Her eye twitched, "So you decided that a sex guide was a good choice?"
He shrugged, "I've been meaning to look over it since I received it for my first birthday, just never had the time I suppose."
The boy was lying, she knew it, he knew it, and that damnable glint in his eyes practically screamed it. He was teasing her, egging her on as if this were a game and maybe it was. Riddle cleared her throat, "And have you… learned anything yet?"
'Nice job' she mentally praised, 'keep it light and simple. If he wants to play, I will happily show him how it's done.'
He bit his lip, and she just managed not to leap over the coffee table separating them and suck on it for him. "Well… I'm a bit confused on this section."
"What section is that?"
"Sexual positions."
It was a good thing she had opted to leave her tea on a coaster, otherwise she might have spat it out in shock. "O-oh?"
Again, a nod, that coyish look in his eyes causing her fingers to fidget for want of something to grab and touch. "I've only had sex in two positions but this says there are dozens, more if objects or the environment is taken into account."
"Yes, there are." It was a miracle her voice hadn't cracked like an adolescent. "If you wish to… explore any of these I would be happy to give you some practical training."
His eyes burned as he stared into her own, "Maybe we could try out chapter three as well?"
She wasn't sure what 'chapter three' was but at that point she would agree to anything so long as it involved one of them being significantly less dressed. "And what would that chapter be?"
"Oral sex"
Yep, she was going to die. Death via sex with a gorgeous boy. Sure, it wasn't exactly how she imagined her demise to be, but it was by far the best possible way to go. In fact she couldn't even think of anything more delicious, even as he stood and she hastily pulled down off her clothing.
Harry made no efforts to undress himself, merely staring at her body while walking towards her, which meant her choice to turn and lay back onto the couch to spread her legs was a good one, especially when he laid down between them and began soft, almost hesitant kisses up her leg.
Ah, so he had been reading, wonderful. Still, while reading was good and… her mind blanked for a moment as his breath ghosted over her lower lips while switching sides, well book knowledge was useful there was always room for a more 'guided' approach to learning.
Her hand weaved into his messy hair and gave a slight pull, "Harry, while foreplay is nice some women prefer to move a little bit faster to the main course… I'm one of them."
He grinned up at her, the cheekiness obvious. Harry knew exactly what he was doing. "So you would prefer if I…"
But she was naked on her couch with the boy laying between her legs and mere inches from her soaked sex, she was in no mood for further teasing. "If you don't start eating my cunt in the next five seconds…"
The unspoken threat was enough, and a moment later his tongue was dragging slowly over her pussy, causing her eyes to roll back into her head as she nearly went boneless, save for the hand in his hair. "Yesssss" she hissed out, giving a pull, and earning more pressure on where she wanted by his mouth and tongue.
It had been so long since someone last worshiped her in such a way, and even with his unskilled and erratic movements she could feel her orgasm close at hand.
"So good…" she whispered as his tongue prodded her lips, slipping just inside of her, "such a good boy. This is what I'll be teaching you. You'll be such a good pussy eater, all your friends will be so grateful." Her hips rolled, beginning a crescendo until she grabbed his head with her free hand, pulling him deeper into her sex.
He seemed to understand and there was a suction on her cunt and clit, causing her entire body to shake in orgasm as she gasped out his name a few times before falling backwards, releasing him in the process.
Grace took several deep breaths, waiting for her sight to clear up before looking down at where he had sat back, her juices coating his face and his pupils still dilated as he watched her naked body.
It was exhilarating, having such a beautiful young thing pleasuring her, having him devour her body with his mouth and his eyes, the way he looked at her…
All these thoughts and more allowed her to momentarily ignore the comments that had slipped from her mouth, the images that had appeared in her mind. They would be examined later, when she didn't have a horny young man in her apartment, ready and willing to follow her lead.
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Harry Potter had very few 'homes' in his former life, places where he could relax and feel as though he belonged. The first true one he could remember had been Hogwarts, and occasionally the Weasley Burrow.
Now though it felt as if he had two entirely different ones. The Potter residence and, oddly enough, Grace Riddle's apartment.
Hogwarts was still Hogwarts, and would forever hold meaning for him, but with the awkwardness of Slytherin, the occasional comments behind his back concerning his gender, and just the lack of friendliness at times, the school had shifted from a place he always longed to live at to a structure that had some of his friends and nothing more.
But those handful of days during the winter break had given him far more certainty towards these new locations. He had never felt more loved than with James, Lily, Harriet, and Amy, and there was something strange about being with just Grace that had an odd electricity lighting up his nerves.
He felt happy, he felt content, he felt safe. All three things he was not entirely used to, especially not at the same time.
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