Repaying a Debt (Patreon)

Cedric Diggory was generally a happy sort.  He had grown up in a loving household and was blessed with wealth, a good name, looks, and talents both magical and athletic.  He was popular as a result of all of this and was not typically one to brood.  As he sat at dinner that late November night, however, brooding was exactly what he was doing.  Pushing the roast beef around his plate, he found his appetite had left him.

“What’s wrong, Ceddy bear?” Cho whispered in his ear.

Cedric looked over at his beautiful girlfriend and gave her a weary smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Not much, Cho,” he replied. “Just thinking about the dragon.”

“Roast beef is making you think of it?” Cho asked.

“My grandmother insists and will until her dying day that the only way to eat roast beef is if it’s been cooked until it’s shoe leather,” Cedric explained, “and right now, all I can think looking at this much less choke-able beef is that I would have been about that well done if I hadn’t been prepared for facing that giant monster.”

“You were prepared, though,” Cho said, “and you did amazing.  You’re a very close second.”

His place in the standings didn’t bother him.  He had acquitted himself well of the task, done his best, and succeeded without suffering a grievous injury.  Krum and Potter were tied ahead of him, of course, but he hadn’t been mad enough to try to take the dragon head on or outfly the bloody thing like his crazier opponents had.  Their greater bravery had won them the day, and he didn’t begrudge them that.  Quite to the contrary, as he looked over at his youngest opponent, he realized that it was guilt bothering him.

“I only knew what to prepare for because Potter took it upon himself to warn me,” Cedric whispered, “and this was after my entire house treated him like a bloody pariah this year.”

“How did he even find out?” Cho asked.

“You know, I didn’t ask,” Cedric said. “Charlie Weasley works with dragons, though, so I assume that’s the connection.  However he learned of it, he went out of his way to track me down and let me know, asking for nothing in return.  He’s the reason why I didn’t end up charred to a crisp.  I owe him.”

“Maybe you could help him figure out the egg riddle,” Cho suggested helpfully.

“That would require me to figure the damn thing out first,” Cedric snorted, “but it is an idea.”

“You’re not the only one who owes him for helping you,” Cho said, her eyes shimmering as she looked at him.

He didn’t need to ask what she meant and took her hand in his, softly rubbing it with his thumb.  She rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her comfortingly.  His girlfriend had given him an idea, and he just needed to figure out a way to use it.

Cho sadly had astronomy to get to after supper, and so Cedric found himself alone in the library as he tried to figure out the secret of that horrid, screeching egg.  The sound was eerily familiar, not as something that he had heard before but as something that he had read about.  He couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was making him think of, though, and wasn’t entirely sure where to start looking.

He had been in the library for hours at this point, looking through various books in the hope that something would point him in the right direction, and all that he had succeeded in doing was giving himself a headache.  Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples, he decided to call it a night and piled up his books.  The moment he carefully placed the pile on the designated counter, he watched them disappear, knowing that they had just returned to their proper places on the shelves.  As he turned to leave, he spotted Potter and his friends.  His fellow champion and the Weasley boy both looked green and left the library looking listless.

Wandering over to Granger, he asked, “what’s wrong with Potter?”

“What?” Hermione asked, whipping around and looking at him suspiciously.

“He just looked like he had been entered into another life-or-death tournament,” Cedric added.

“Entered…” Hermione trailed off for a moment, the look on her face softening. “You believe him?”

“I do,” Cedric replied, “and I’ve been trying to convince my fellow Puffs of that too.”

“Well, thank you for that,” Hermione sighed. “Harry has enough to worry about just now.  To answer your question, Harry and Ron are both worried about the ball.”

“Ah,” Cedric said. “Having trouble getting dates, are they?”

“Yes,” Hermione said testily.

Cedric surmised that the brilliant brunette was hoping that one, possibly either of her friends, would ask her and was hurt that neither had.  The seventh year couldn’t exactly fault them; he remembered all too well what an oblivious shit he was at their age.  That did give him an idea of how he could repay Potter, though.

“Potter has no choice in the matter either,” he said, “being a champion.”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “You four will be opening the ball, and Professor McGonagall has made it very clear that he can’t get out of it.”

“Hopefully it works out,” Cedric said, a simple plan forming in his head. “Thanks for indulging my curiosity.  Goodnight, Granger,”

“Hermione, please,” she said.

“Only if you call me Cedric,” he replied, giving her a winning smile.

He departed the library and headed towards the kitchens.  Helping Potter get a date for the Yule Ball would be a more immediate way to repay him than helping him figure out the secret of the golden egg.  He might still do that if he figured it out before his younger opponent, but he still liked his other idea.

As Cedric entered the Hufflepuff Common Room, he smiled at the homey, comfortable space he had spent much of the last seven years in.  He was going to miss this place.  There were a few girls there that he thought might be suitable dates for Potter.  Hannah Abbott was one of them.  She was pretty, with long blonde hair and pale green eyes, and to Cedric’s knowledge, she wasn’t seeing anyone.  Megan Jones was sitting with her, staring down at an unfinished essay in obvious annoyance.  A brunette with dark brown eyes, she was also rather pretty and was recently single.  From what little he had overheard, her breakup had been less than amicable, though, and she might not be the most forgiving date for someone as clearly inexperienced as Potter.

“Hannah, did I leave my bag here?” Susan Bones called out as she practically flew up the stairs from her dormroom.

“Yeah, you did,” Hannah replied, grabbing a dark brown book bag and handing it over to the redhead. “I was going to bring it down with me when I finished up.”

“Thanks,” Susan said, sounding relieved as she took the bag. “For a moment, I thought I might have left it in the library.”

“No worries,” Hannah said.

Cedric watched the short interaction and smiled, realizing that he had found someone perfect.  Susan was a sweet and bubbly thing, the ideal date for someone likely to require a degree of patience.  She wasn’t exactly his type, but he could still recognize that she was truly beautiful, with long red hair, bright blue eyes, and a very curvaceous figure.

“Susan, do you have a moment?” he asked.

“Um, yes, Cedric,” Susan said, looking confused.

He led her just outside the common room before saying, “it’s about the Yule Ball.”

Susan gasped, her jaw dropping and her face lighting up for just a moment before it fell, and she asked, “aren’t you seeing Cho?”

“Oh!” Cedric exclaimed, just realizing how that had come out. “Yes, I am.  Sorry about that, but I was going to ask if you’d be willing to go with someone else.”

“Who?” Susan asked.  She had forced herself to look as neutral and unaffected as possible, but her eyes showed hints of disappointment and embarrassment.

“Harry Potter,” Cedric replied, hoping he hadn’t inadvertently ruined this already.

“Potter?” Susan asked, looking surprised. “Why in the world do you want me to go with that lying, cheating...?”

“He didn’t put his name in the goblet!” Cedric exclaimed.

“You...really believe him,” Susan said, sounding shocked.

“A fact I’ve been trying to get across to the rest of you since the first task,” Cedric said, exacerbated. “Frankly, it was always ridiculous to expect a fourth year to be able to pull that off.”

“He could have paid one of the older students to do it,” Susan protested.

“The goblet didn’t just choose him; it chose him as the champion from a nonexistent school,” Cedric countered. “To confound an ancient artifact like it to that extent is beyond me, and the cup chose me over the rest of them.”

“Tha…” Susan went to reply before stopping herself. “Let’s say he didn’t do it.  Why are you asking me out for him?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here,” Cedric replied. “The truth is that he saved my life, and I’ve been trying to pay him back.”

“How did he…” Susan asked.

“He found out ahead of time that the first task involved dragons and rushed to let me know,” Cedric replied. “Apparently he had caught sight of them in the woods or something.”

“So he just told you about it?” Susan asked. “Just like that?”

“Just like that,” Cedric replied. “Didn’t ask a thing of me; he just said that the others knew, and he thought that I should too.  Susan, if I had gone into that nightmare blind, I...well, I don’t want to think about it.  When I heard that he was worried about finding a date for the ball and the opening dance, I just thought I’d help him out.”

“Does he know how to dance?” Susan asked.

“I don’t know,” Cedric replied honestly. “If not, do you think you could teach him?  It could give you two a chance to get to know each other before the night.”

“So I’d be his date and his dancing teacher,” Susan said, sounding slightly amused.

“It would be a way for me to pay him back for being a great bloke and for you to pay him back for how awful our entire house was to him over something that I genuinely don’t think he did,” Cedric said.

“Fine,” Susan sighed. “He is kind of cute.  I’m not asking him, though.”

“Of course,” Cedric said. “In fact, I’d prefer that he not find out about this conversation in general.  I was planning on telling him that I thought you’d be interested in being his date, and leaving it at that.”

“Who knows?  It could be fun,” Susan said.

“Oh, I’ll make sure to impress upon him the need to be a very good date if he doesn’t want our entire house on his arse,” Cedric said, grinning.

“You’re a good guy, Cedric,” Susan said, smiling.

*****

Harry gulped as he made his way over to Susan after charms class.  It was the last class of the day for both of them, so she was unlikely to have anywhere to rush to.  As he saw her putting her notes away and chatting with Hannah, he steeled himself and walked up to her.

“Um, Susan?” he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.  Why or why couldn’t he just race another fire-breathing dragon instead of this?

“Harry?” Susan asked, looking surprised.  Up close, he could see that she had beautiful eyes, like two sparkling sapphires.

“Could I talk to you for a minute?” Harry asked.

“Why in…” Hannah went to ask.

“Yeah, okay,” Susan interrupted her friend. “I’ll see you at dinner, Hannah.”

Hannah blinked owlishly at her friend and just said, “okay.”

Hannah was obviously confused by the sudden dismissal, but for his part, Harry was relieved.  It suggested that Cedric hadn’t been lying and that Susan might really be willing to go to the ball with him.  He had been surprised that the older champion had sought him out to give him advice at all, not expecting anything from him for warning him about the dragon.  He didn’t think that Cedric would try to screw him over by lying about Susan’s interest in him, but it had come as news to him, so he wasn’t sure what to think.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Susan asked as soon as Hannah left.

“I…” Harry froze.  He had thought about how he was going to ask her to the ball a dozen times over the last couple days and couldn’t remember one word that he had come up with. “I mean, that is to say that I...er...I was hoping…”

Susan giggled and brushed her long red hair behind her ear. “Go on, Harry.  I won’t bite.”

Harry took a breath and decided to just say the words, “would you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Yes,” Susan laughed. “I’d love to.”

“Really?” Harry asked, “I mean, great.”

“How are you at dancing?” Susan asked.

“I’ve had a lesson,” Harry admitted.

“Well, that won’t do,” Susan said. “My aunt insisted that I receive lessons from the time I was a young girl, so I can teach you.  Meet me outside the Great Hall after dinner.  We can go somewhere quiet, and I can see what I have to work with.”

“That sounds great,” Harry said. “Let me walk you there.”

As the two walked to the great hall, Harry thought to himself, “I have a date?  I HAVE A DATE!”

Just as soon as that mental exclamation occurred to him, a second, less pleasant thought did, and he found himself feeling guilty.

“Hey, Susan?” Harry asked. “Do you know if Hannah’s going with anyone yet?”

“I don’t share, Potter,” Susan said coolly, narrowing her eyes at him.

“No, No, I…” Harry went to protest before her laughter cut him off.

“Harry, I’m just messing with you,” she chuckled. “As it happens, Hannah’s going with Ernie.  Why do you ask?”

“Ron doesn’t have a date yet,” Harry said, feeling relieved and amused.

“Hmm, yeah, I don’t know how to help you,” Susan admitted. “Like I say, Hannah’s taken, and Megan would rip his head off and use it for bowling.  Been in a right awful mood lately, that one.”

“It was worth a shot,” Harry sighed.

“Who has he asked in Gryffindor?” Susan asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry lied.  The truth was that he didn’t think that Ron had asked anyone.  He chose not to count that thing with Fleur.

“Well, I don’t think that Parvati’s going with anyone just yet,” Susan suggested.

“Thanks, I’ll let him know,” Harry said, enjoying just how warm and friendly she seemed.

“Okay, well, I’ve got to tell Hannah the news,” Susan said as they reached the great hall. “Just meet me here when you’re done, and we’ll get started.”

“I will,” Harry said.  He was about to thank her for agreeing to be his date when he considered that that might sound pathetic and held his tongue.  Instead, he smiled at her and headed over to where Ron and Hermione were already waiting for him.

*****

“You’re sure we won’t be interrupted?” Harry asked as Susan sealed the door to the abandoned classroom behind them.

“This whole section of the castle is barely touched anymore,” Susan replied. “The house elves keep it clean, but it’s been a long time since the castle was populated enough to need it.”

“Was it the war?” Harry asked.

“Among other things,” Susan said darkly, “but yes, we lost so much.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Harry said, kicking himself mentally.

“No, it’s fine,” Susan said, shaking her head. “It’s not like we aren’t in the same boat.”

“So how exactly will we…” Harry went to ask, only to cut himself off when Susan pulled out a miniature piano from her bag.

“I borrowed this from Professor Flitwick,” Susan said as she set it down.  Drawing her wand, she enlarged it and charmed it to start playing a basic tune.

“Alright,” Susan said, taking off her outer robe. “I assume you know where to put your hands?”

Susan had truly beautiful eyes, and Harry was glad for that because he absolutely didn’t want his gaze to fall on her incredibly tight sweater.  How the hell he had never noticed how large her breasts were, he did not know, but as she stood in front of him there, he found himself cursing the Hogwarts robes.

“Um, yes,” Harry said as his pants tightened.  He tried to think of his oldest professors as he closed the distance between them and placed his hand on her waist.  Taking her hand in his free one, he noticed for the first time just how gorgeous his date was.  With her full lips, a narrow, cute nose, and and oval face, she was stunning, and the waves of fiery red hair, a shade darker than that of the Weasleys, contrasted beautifully with her pale, creamy skin.

“Alright, just follow my lead,” Susan said, stepping back.

He followed her as best he could, letting her lead him around the room in time to the tune.  They were alone in that room, but even if they weren’t, Harry didn’t think he would have noticed.  Maybe it was being so close to his partner, maybe it was moving in time to the music, or maybe Susan was just that captivating, but for the first time that year, he found his mind wholly focused on something other than the bloody tournament.

“Ugh,” Susan groaned as he stepped on her foot.  That focus didn’t stop him from being fucking clumsy, apparently.

“I’m so sorry, Susan,” Harry said quickly, coming to a complete stop.

“Don’t worry, I charmed my shoes to absorb the blows, just in case,” Susan said. “Just try not to do it again.”

“Of course,” Harry said, thankful that he hadn’t hurt her.

“So, what color are your dress robes?” Susan asked. “We’ll have to make sure we match well enough.”

“Plain black,” Harry said.

“Ah, then that should be fine,” Susan said. “Mine are a deep, dark blue.”

“To bring out your eyes?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Susan replied, reddening lightly.  Harry smiled and decided that he quite liked seeing her blush.  The Yule Ball was already shaping up to be far better than he could have imagined.

*****

“I look bloody ridiculous!” Ron groaned, not for the first time that night.

“It’s not that bad,” Harry lied, also not for the first time that night.

Ron’s robes were genuinely awful, but they weren’t going to be what ruined his night if he didn’t change his attitude.

“Look, mate, they look a bit out of date, but you can still have a good time tonight if you try,” Harry said, keeping an eye on the hallway.

Most of the rest of his fellow Gryffindors were keeping their eyes on the staircase where the Gryffindor girls would be coming down any minute now, but Harry knew that Susan would be coming with the rest of the Hufflepuffs from the direction of the kitchens.

“Oh no!” an enraged female voice came from up the stairs.

Harry turned to see Lavender coming down, looking stunning in her pale pink dress robes that were cut to perfectly show off her incredible figure.  She was standing next to Parvati, who was dressed in something purple that looked to his uncultured mind as vaguely Indian-inspired.  Neither girl looked particularly happy as they glared down at Ron, who seemed to shrink in on himself.

“Lavender, you look bloody amazing,” Dean said, only to be completely ignored.

“Thanks Dean.  I’ll be back in a minute,” Lavender said.  Turning to Ron and grabbing his arm, she said, “you are coming with me!  I’m not having my best friend go to the ball with a man dressed in whatever the hell those are, so I am fixing them right now!”

“Lavender, they’re not that bad,” Parvati said halfheartedly as she followed them.  For his part, Ron seemed too shell-shocked to speak.

“Why the hell didn’t we think of asking the girls for help?” Harry asked, mostly to himself.

“Yeah, I probably should have suggested that,” Dean said sheepishly. “Lavender’s apparently really good with clothing charms.”

Harry was about to reply when he heard the commotion of a sizable group of people heading their way and looked to see Cedric leading the Hufflepuffs over.  Among them was one particular figure who made his jaw drop.

“Hogwarts school robes are a sin against nature,” he thought to himself as he took in the vision of Susan in her dress robes.

She looked stunning in her dark blue dress robes, which were less revealing than Lavender’s, but still showed off her bountiful curves.  Her long red hair, which normally reached the small of her back, was gathered together into a single long braid that she had draped over her left shoulder.  This only served to draw further attention to her substantial cleavage.

“I think you broke him, Susan,” Hannah giggled.  She was standing next to Ernie Carmichael, her date for the evening.  The blonde had been less than enthusiastic to learn that Susan was going to the ball with him at first, but she warmed to him over the last few weeks, as had much of Hufflepuff.

“You look incredible,” Harry said as his brain turned back on.

“Thanks, Harry,” Susan said warmly. “You clean up pretty nicely yourself.”

“Oh, wow,” Hannah said, looking up at the staircase.

Hermione was walking down the stairs, looking amazing.  She had managed to tame her hair with the help of her dormmates, Harry suspected, and was wearing a lovely periwinkle blue dress that hugged her form beautifully.

“Oh, Hermione, you look amazing!” Susan exclaimed as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Thanks, Susan,” Hermione gushed, sounding happier than he could remember. “You’re stunning; I love your hair.”

“My hair?” Susan asked. “How did you manage to get yours so silky?”

“About a gallon of Sleekeazy and Lavender’s help,” Hermione replied. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Off helping someone else,” Dean piped up.

“Well, you do look lovely,” Hannah said.

“Da, you do,” a deep voice came from behind them.  Harry turned to see Viktor of all people standing there in his red dress robes. “Hermiown.”

“Viktor,” Hermione replied, taking his offered arm and walking off with him.

“Did you know about that?” Susan asked.  She was the first of their stunned group to speak.

“No,” Harry replied. “She didn’t tell me who she was going with.”

Ron reemerged at that moment, flanked by Lavender and Parvati, and Harry had to blink a couple times to make sure he was seeing clearly.  Rather than looking like he was wearing his great-grandmother’s dress, Ron actually looked presentable.  Both he and Parvati looked much happier as a consequence, and Harry hoped it would be enough to keep him from blowing his lid when he learned about Hermione’s date.

“Lavender’s a bloody miracle worker,” he muttered to himself.

“Oh?” Susan asked.

Harry was about to reply when Professor McGonagall called out for everyone to get into position.  Just about everyone had shown up by then, and it seemed like it was show time.  A few weeks ago, this would have terrified him, but after his dancing lessons with Susan, he felt confident about that, and just being with her had become thrilling to him.  He was planning to ask her to be his girlfriend tonight and was far more concerned about that than the ball itself.

Walking over to the other champions and their dates, he noticed Cedric with Cho and gave him a grateful smile.  He had warned his fellow champion about his date with a dragon and still felt like he owed him for Susan.

The champions were up front as everyone entered the Great Hall, which Harry noticed had been utterly transformed.  The ballroom they entered bore little resemblance to its normal state, size aside.  Cedric and Cho were in front, followed by Krum and Hermione, and then Fleur and her date, with Harry and Susan behind them.

“Her dress robes are exquisite,” Susan whispered in his ear, signaling to the form-fitting silver robes that Fleur was wearing.

“Really?  I hadn’t noticed,” Harry replied.

“Harry, you can notice other girls,” Susan giggled as they took their place at the high table.

He had been specifically trying not to look at Fleur’s arse, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t seen how great she looked.  Still, he found his eyes firmly locked on his date as he pulled out her chair for her.  Her arse he could look at with far less guilt.  They settled in and ate their dinner in peace, chatting about how gorgeous the room looked while Susan gushed about various girls’ dress robes.  He noticed Ron openly gawking at Hermione, and he feared that his friend would end up making a scene.  His priority that night was Susan, though, and he just had to hope that his friends didn’t ruin each other’s night.

When it was finished, the band took their places, and Professor Dumbledore announced that the champions would open the first dance.

“Ready?” Susan asked.

“After the last few weeks, I should hope so,” Harry replied, taking her hand in his.  Her eyes widened at the little spark between them, and she smiled up at him.

Leading her to the center of the room, he kept her hand in his and brought the other one to the small of her back.  She brought her other hand to rest between his shoulders.  The music began,the band playing a slow, rather formal piece, and he took the lead.  Somewhere after the first week of lessons, he had grown comfortable enough to start leading their dances rather than following her, and they hadn’t looked back.  Stepping in time with the music, he began leading her around the room, circling each other.  With only four couples on the floor, there was plenty of room, not that Harry noticed the others from the moment they began.

Her eyes shone like sapphires up at him as they moved as one.  She was so stunning that Harry honestly wondered how it had taken him four years and a helpful hint from an older boy to notice her.  His large hand spread further over her back as he drew her closer, his eyes never leaving hers.  She smiled at the sudden closeness and pulled gently between his shoulders to draw him even closer.  Just like in their lessons, the rest of the world faded as their focus narrowed to the music, their movements, and each other.

Harry trailed his hand slowly upward along her back until it passed the point where the dress was cut near her shoulder blades.  Her skin was so smooth and warm under his touch, and he smiled when he felt her tighten her grip on his hand in response.  Her hand moved higher too as they continued to dance, moving towards the nape of his neck.  He followed her lead, his hand gliding over the smooth expanse of her back until he felt her silky hair in his hand.  The two of them continued their dance, lost in each other’s eyes and the intimacy that made their hearts race in their chests.

“Uh, guys?” Hannah asked, breaking the two of them out of their reverie.

Harry looked around and noticed that while he and Susan had been lost in their own little world, the song had changed and everyone else had filed onto the floor.  Susan blushed brightly as she came to the same realization that he had.  Hannah, meanwhile, looked entirely too amused as she smirked knowingly at her oldest friend.

“Um, would you like some punch?” Harry asked.

“Punch, yes, punch would be great,” Susan stammered, going off with Hannah to the nearest table to sit down.

Harry made his way over to the punch bowl, noticing Eddie heading over towards Hannah with a couple cups in his hands.

“Harrykins,” Fred or George greeted him as he arrived at the giant punchbowl.

“We had no idea you were seeing Susan Bones,” the other said.

“She just agreed to be my date,” Harry said. “I’m hoping to ask her to be my girlfriend tonight, though.”

“Good for you, mate,”

“If we could offer a bit of advice, though,”

“Polish up your flying skills,”

“Because Susan’s aunt,”

“Makes the horntail,”

“Look like a kitten,”

“Or, so we’ve heard.”

Harry just smiled at them and shook his head.  He knew that Amelia Bones headed up the DMLE, and Susan had mentioned that she could be intense, but he imagined that they were exaggerating.

“I’ll be careful,” he chuckled. “You two haven’t put anything in this, right?”

“Perish the thought.”

“We did think of it, of course,”

“But we figured that McGonagall,”

“Might actually murder us if we tried.”

“And ruin our shot at the Quidditch cup, next year?” Harry asked. “Never.”

The two of them laughed at that and left to return to their dates.  Harry poured a couple cups of punch and made his way back to Susan, who was sitting by herself.

“Here,” he said, handing her her cup.

“Thanks, Harry,” Susan said, accepting the punch and taking a sip. “Not just for the punch, either.  I’m having a great time.”

“I am too,” Harry said, sitting next to her. “Just let me know when you want to get back to it.”

“You actually like dancing, now, huh?” Susan asked.

“Eh, with the right partner, I guess,” Harry said, flushing at his attempt at flirting.

Susan blushed as well, turning to her punch to avert his gaze.

“Susan, I…” Harry went to say, when suddenly the music changed and Susan interrupted him.

“Oh, I love this song!” she said, downing the rest of her punch and taking his hand. “Come.”

The music had shifted from the more formal orchestral pieces that opened the dance as the Weird Sisters started playing.  Susan had heard the rumor that they had been booked for the event and had taught him how to dance to faster songs as well.  Figuring that he’d wait for another lull to talk to her, Harry joined his date on the dance floor.

There didn’t end up being a lull for quite a while after that, as he and Susan danced the night away.  He danced with Hannah a couple times and Hermione once, returning to a jubilant-looking Susan each time as he lost himself in the lovely night.  He realized after a while that he hadn’t seen Hermione in a while and that he hadn’t seen Ron since the dinner.  When Hannah rushed over to them to say something to Susan, he was about to excuse himself to go look for his friends when his lovely date took his hand and moved to whisper in his ear.

“I need some air.  Come join me outside?” she asked.

Figuring that Hermione and Ron could wait, he replied, “of course.”

Her hand still in his, Susan led him around the outside of the Great Hall to the heavy doors that lead outside and walked out onto the grounds.  December in Scotland was a frigid place at the best of times, and that year was no different, but warming charms could keep them from freezing for a little while.  They were warm as it was from all the dancing, and Harry noticed that the sheen of sweat on Susan’s pale skin made her seem to almost glow in the moonlight.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Harry asked, freezing as he did so and not due to the cold.  The words had just slipped out of his mouth without a thought or the buildup he had intended to give the question.

Susan’s eyes widened, and Harry swore he forgot how to breathe for a moment before a wide, happy smile formed on her full lips.

“Yes!” Susan exclaimed, jumping into his arms.  Her plush, perfect body pressed into his, and he felt his pants tighten.  He wrapped his arms around her, smelling the slight rose scent of her hair, and felt his heart hammer in his chest.  She had said yes!

Susan pulled back just enough to look at him, and without any more warning than a heated look, she pressed her lips to his.  Harry froze, his heart sounding like it had switched places with his brain for how he could hear its beat.  After a solid moment, she pulled back, looking as dazed as he felt.

“How...how about we go to our spot and have a little private dance?” she asked.  That sounded amazing to him.  Taking her hand, he led her towards the abandoned classroom.  The two of them passed other couples who had left the dance early, but he barely paid any attention to them.

“I was going to ask you that, you know,” Susan said as they reached the door. “Before you said the words, they were right on my tongue.”

“I hate to disappoint, but I don’t think I can be your girlfriend,” Harry said, a teasing grin on his lips.

“You know what I mean!” Susan exclaimed, giggling.  Getting a mischievous look on her face, she leaned in and whispered, “trust me, I felt enough when you hugged me to know that you’re a boy.”

Harry felt his face heat up and imagined that he was as red as the Hogwarts Express.  Susan laughed and headed inside.  As Harry followed her eagerly, he felt his heart swell at the sight of her in the spot they had made theirs over the last few weeks.

“I don’t have the piano, but we don’t need music to dance, do we?” Susan asked.

“Dancing with you, I barely noticed it,” Harry said as he walked up to her.

Susan gaped at him for a moment before saying, “smooth, Harry.”

“Not usually,” Harry chuckled.

“I remember how you asked me to the ball,” Susan giggled.

“I was surprised you said yes,” Harry admitted.

“I wasn’t,” Susan whispered, snaking her hands around his neck.

With both free, he brought them to her waist as they danced to an unheard rhythm.

“You can put them lower,” Susan whispered in his ear, and Harry swore his heart skipped a beat.

He lowered his hands and felt his cock throb in his pants at the delightful little moan she let out when he grabbed two large handfuls of her bountiful arse.  He knew she had the biggest breasts in their year, edging out Lavender for that distinction, but he swore she might have also had the biggest ass too.

Their silent dance didn’t last long before she pulled him in for another kiss.  The first one had been a shock, and Harry had done nothing other than go still as a statue.  This time, though, he had the presence of mind to respond, even if he didn’t know much about what to do.  He just tried to copy what she was doing, hoping that she knew better.  When he felt her tongue against his lips, he opened his mouth in surprise, and she pushed inside.  She explored his mouth with her tongue for a moment before retreating quickly, as though hinting that he should follow.  Usually one to take a hint, Harry followed her tongue eagerly, and she moaned softly into his mouth as she caressed it with her own.

When their mouths parted, Harry saw her panting for breath, and his eyes were drawn to her large, heaving breasts.  He looked back at her face after a moment, only to see her smirking at him.

“I’m your girlfriend now, Harry; you’re allowed to look,” Susan said, stretching her arms over her head and leaning back. “In fact, you can do more than look, if you like.”

“Really?” Harry asked.

With a wicked smile on her face, Susan took his hands in hers and brought them to her large, full breasts.  He sank his fingers into the wonderfully soft, pliant flesh, and his eyes darted to hers as she moaned again.  That was quickly becoming his favorite sound.

“I had...ahh...a really good time tonight,” Susan moaned softly.

“How good?” Harry asked, wondering how far she was willing to take this.

Susan smirked at him and said, “good enough to do thi…”

She grabbed his cock, and Harry closed his eyes and groaned at the sudden, incredible feeling, but when he opened them again, he saw her frowning.

“Harry, what do you have in here?” Susan asked, pointing at his crotch.

“Um, do I really have to explain that?” Harry asked, confused.

“Not that!” Susan growled. “What did you stuff your pants with, and why the hell would you?”

She sounded genuinely irritated, which made Harry even more confused.

“Why the hell would I stuff my pants?” he asked.

“That’s what...you can’t possibly be saying that…” Susan trailed off, looking down at his crotch in shock.  In a much smaller voice, she asked, “are you saying that’s real?”

“Of course it is,” Harry snapped.  In a similarly small voice, he asked, “what’s wrong with it?”

“It feels huge,” Susan breathed.  The anger left his face, replaced by something that he couldn’t place but instinctively liked. “Can I see it?”

“If...if you want to,” Harry breathed.  He couldn’t believe this was happening.

Susan drew her wand, and with an incantation he didn’t recognize, she spelled his clothes off of him and into a neat, folded pile.  Suddenly free of its confines, his cock, which had wilted slightly while she glared at him, returned to full mast, jutting out proudly.

“Holy shit,” Susan gasped. “You’re massive.”

“It’s not that big, is it?” he asked.

“Compared to who?  The centaurs?” Susan asked incredulously. “Do you boys never see each other, even in passing?”

“Not if we can help it, and never in this state,” Harry said. “Do you girls compare sizes?”

“Now and then,” Susan said, and Harry’s eyes glazed over as that particular image filled his mind.

Susan broke him out of his reverie when she took his cock in her tiny hand, making him moan.

“Sorry, do you mind?” she asked.

“I doubt any bloke would mind,” Harry replied, his brain swimming in the delightful feeling of having someone else touch his cock for the first time. “Just be gentle.”

“Gentle, right,” Susan said, sounding dazed as she explored what was clearly the first cock she had ever seen up close. “Merlin, even these are big.”

“Be even gentler with those,” Harry hissed as she fondled his balls.

She started gently stroking his cock with both hands, a fact that made Harry realize that maybe he really was somewhat equine.

“Susan, if you keep that up, I’m gonna…” he trailed off.  He realized on some level that being bashful about saying the word cum while you had a girl giving you a handjob was stupid, but that didn’t change the fact that he was.

“I mean, you were a very good date,” Susan said, sinking to her knees.

Harry tried to say something, anything, in response to that, but words failed him entirely.  Susan held his cock steady as she brought her face ever closer to it, until he could feel her warm breath on the sensitive column.  That alone was enough to make his cock twitch, but it had nothing on the feeling of her wrapping her soft, warm, wet lips around the head of it.

“Oh, god!” he cried, his hands grabbing at the table behind him.  Somehow, even as his brain shut off, he remembered hearing a couple older boys talking about how some girl threatened to bite his cock if he ever touched her head during a blowjob again and kept his hands well away from Susan.

Susan moaned around his length, making his eyes nearly cross, and started bobbing her head up and down on the first two or three inches of him.  She wasn’t taking close to all of him, but she didn’t need to to drive him mad, not with the way her magical tongue was playing with him.

“Gonna cum,” he cried.

“What?” Susan asked, taking him out of her mouth just a moment before he blew.  Harry scrunched his eyes shut and let out a long, strangled groan as his cock shot what felt like a gallon of cum out.  His orgasm went on forever, far more intense than anything that he had ever given himself.  When it finally ended, he slumped back against the table and opened his eyes, only to gasp at the sight in front of him.

Susan was utterly glazed, her entire face coated in his load.  Wondering for a moment if he actually released a gallon on her face, he was struck with the immediate horror of knowing that he had likely pissed off his new girlfriend.  Susan looked as stunned as he was, or so he assumed, since she wasn’t moving and her eyes were closed.

“Let...let me get that,” Harry stammered, going for his wand.

Susan’s hand shot out to grab his wrist, and he saw her long, dexterous tongue dart out to collect some of his semen and bring it into her mouth.

“Yep, definitely should have just taken it in my mouth,” she said flatly. “Harry, please clean me up.  I think my eyes are glued shut.”

Grabbing his wand, he cast, “scourgify.”

Instantly, the coat of semen was removed from her face, as was her makeup.

“Oh, thank...I guess it was too much to ask that it spare my makeup,” Susan said.

“It looked great, but you’re beautiful just like this,” Harry said, trying to make her feel better.

“Thanks, Harry,” Susan said, “and don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.  You were just trying to warn me.”

“That was bloody marvelous, by the way,” Harry said.

Susan grinned up at him. “You sounded like you were dying.”

“What a way to go,” Harry chuckled. “Um, do you mind if I...I don’t even know what to call it; I guess just return the favor?”

“Return…” Susan trailed off, blushing a deep red. “Really?”

“Really, though, I don’t know that undressing spell, and I don’t want to risk damaging these robes,” Harry admitted.

Grabbing her wand, Susan winked at him and cast the spell.  Instantly, her robes disappeared from her body, and while Harry was sure that they went and folded themselves nicely next to his, he certainly didn’t notice.  She looked amazing in those robes, but out of them, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.  Those breasts that he had tried so hard not to look at all evening were full and surprisingly perky for their immense size, capped with two very hard-looking pale pink nipples.  Her stomach was flat, her hips wide, and though her legs weren’t that long, her thick, pillowy thighs were perfect in his mind.

“You’re a goddess,” he sighed, pulling her in and snogging her passionately.  He was still new to it and uncertain, but his sheer desire and ability to notice what she responded well to worked in his favor.  Taking his wand with him, he transfigured a couple desks into a bed, and the two fell in as they kissed.

“Oh, yes!” Susan cried as he started kissing her neck. “My tits, play with my...oh fuck!”

He grasped her large breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing tentatively.  He hoped to have a long, long time to learn what she liked best, but for the time being, he was content to stick with what seemed most likely to work.  Trailing kisses down her chest, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hard nub as quickly as he could.  She mewled and gasped under his hungry mouth as he sucked on, kissed, and licked the sensitive peak.  Switching to the other one, he paid it the same attention, grinning as Susan started squirming under him.

“Please,” she begged.

He considered teasing her, but decided against it and kissed his way down her flat stomach.  Digging his tongue into her bellybutton made her laugh, and he hoped that wouldn’t be the reaction he got as he continued on.

“You shave?” he asked as he reached her mound.

“There’s a spell for it,” Susan replied. “I just don’t like the look or feel of it, to be honest.”

“Oh, um, would you want me to…” he tried to ask.

“No, no, it looks good on you,” she replied.

Harry spread her gorgeous thighs wider and got his first look at a pussy.  There was no hair in the way, so he could see it clearly.  The small pink lips protruded slightly outward, protecting a very small-looking opening at the bottom.  He wondered how exactly he was supposed to fit inside there, not that he’d be doing that tonight.  There was a small pink nub at the top that looked like it was pushing out of a tight-looking hood.  Her lovely pink folds were glistening, as if the act of sucking his cock had turned her on.

“Don’t stare at it,” Susan protested, looking embarrassed.

“Why?” Harry asked. “I think it’s beautiful.”

She smiled widely at him, and he moved closer to begin trying to figure out what to do.  He licked tenderly around her folds, not sure if going straight in would be a bad thing.  Susan gasped and threw her head back into the mattress, her eyes shut tight.  Convinced that he hadn’t done anything wrong, Harry licked around her pussy, trying to find what she liked best.

As she started moaning softly, Harry became more confident in what he was doing and started licking more deliberately and focusing more on her pussy itself.

“Oh, Merlin!” Susan breathed, her hands going to his head. “That feels so bloody good!”

Grinning to himself, Harry decided to thrust his tongue inside her, making her gasp.  She was so warm, and the taste was pleasant, slightly salty and tangy, but nothing that he wouldn’t mind tasting often.  Moving slightly higher, his tongue flicked over that hard nub he had noticed, and she yelped.

“Susan?” he asked in alarm.

“Do that again!” she demanded.

Harry chuckled and returned to her pussy, swirling his tongue around the clearly sensitive spot without actually touching it directly.  Susan became a moaning, mewling wreck, begging him over and over again not to stop, as if he had any intention of it.  Every so often, he flicked that spot again, making her cry out.

Her thighs tightened around his head ,and he enjoyed the feeling of the warm, silky skin on his face.  He brought his hands to her soft thighs, feeling them up and down as he continued licking her.  Her moans and cries were getting louder and more desperate-sounding and he figured that she was getting close to her orgasm.

“Fuck, Harry, just a little more!” she moaned.

He redoubled his efforts, flicking his tongue faster and harder over that really sensitive nub.  His jaw was starting to get sore, but he had pushed through worse for less before; a certain Quidditch that he finished with a shattered arm came to mind.

“Harry, I…” Susan went to say only cut herself to scream.

Her thighs clamped hard around his head, and she writhed on the transfigured bed, a cacophony of screams and shrieks coming from her as her orgasm thundered through her.  Harry kept up what he was doing, determined to make this as good as possible for her.  When he felt her push his head away, though, he took the hint and pulled back to see her smiling widely at him.  Her eyes looked glazed and unfocused, and she panted like she had just run to class.

“Inside,” she gasped as soon as she could speak again.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Inside me,” Susan repeated. “Fuck me, Harry.”

He almost asked her to repeat herself again, disbelieving that he had heard her say those words, but the sheer hunger in her eyes was enough to know that she meant them.  He gulped, anxious at the prospect of taking that step.  As he gazed at the beautiful girl in front of him, lying on her back with her legs spread, looking utterly inviting, his cock throbbed with need.  Miraculously, a thought managed to occur to him that wasn’t just about burying himself in her perfect body.

“What...what about pregnancy?” he stammered.

Susan looked surprised at him and smiled, saying, “I’m impressed you thought of it, but I’m on the potion, so we don’t have to worry.”

That one worry put aside, Harry took a deep breath and moved between her spread thighs.  He placed his length, harder than he could ever remember it, against his pussy and groaned at the immense heat emanating from her burning core.

“You’re so big,” Susan whimpered just at the sight of him against her opening.

“If you’re worried…” Harry went to say.

“No!” Susan exclaimed. “I mean, babies can come out of there; I can obviously stretch, but… Listen, I’ve never...before, but I popped my cherry a long time ago, so be careful and go slow, but you don’t have to worry about hurting me too much.”

“Okay,” Harry said, lining himself up with her dripping hole. “Just let me know if you need me to stop or slow down.  It’s my first time too.”

She nodded, staring at him with such open affection that he swore he could feel it in his chest.  He wasn’t used to being looked at like that, but he knew that he wanted to be.  Pushing against her opening, he felt her impossibly warm, soft pussy refuse to budge and gritted his teeth.  He knew Susan was right that her quim could stretch and she was plenty wet, but she also seemed so small.  Trying something else, he grabbed his cock and started rubbing the glans around her slick cunt.

“Oh, Harry, that feels good,” Susan moaned.

He felt her slick starting to coat the head of his cock and decided to try again, lining himself up and pushing forward carefully but firmly.  The head popped inside, and his eyes nearly crossed at the sensation.

“Fuck!” Susan cried, her head thrown back. “Holy shit, that’s big!”

“Do you want…” Harry went to ask.

“Don’t move!” Susan growled as though offended by the very idea of him pulling out. “It burns, but it’s like the burn you get after a good stretch, which it is, I guess.”

She laughed at that last part, but all Harry could think was that burn was the right word for both of them.  She was so hot inside that he almost would have expected it to hurt if it didn’t feel so absolutely amazing.  He had no idea how he was going to last once more of him was buried inside her.

“Okay, you can move now,” Susan said after a few moments. “Just try to go inch by inch, pausing after each.  Pull back if you want, but don’t pull out!  You feel so good.”

“I know what you mean, Susan,” Harry said. “I never want to leave.”

She laughed at that, saying, “I think that someone would come looking for us eventually.”

He chuckled and thrust forward again, managing to bury another couple inches of his cock inside her.  Her laugh turned to a loud, low moan, and her face morphed into a perfect “O” as he spread more of her sweltering tunnel wide.  He did as she said, moving in and out as slowly and carefully as he could, both for her sake and his.  Susan moaned and grunted her way through it, but she didn’t ask him to stop again.  She seemed to feel as good as he did, or at least he hoped she did, because there was nothing on Earth that compared to her perfect pussy.  When he finally reached what felt like a back wall, he figured that was as deep as he could go and paused.

“Damn it!” Susan growled in frustration, though it was somewhat muted by how shaky her voice was. “I want it all!”

“You’ve got most of it, and trust me, I don’t mind,” Harry said. “You feel bloody incredible!”

“I can’t believe how stretched I feel or how deep…” Susan trailed off, staring down where they were joined in obvious shock. “Merlin’s beard, look!”

She placed her hand over a spot just below her bellybutton where it looked like there was some sort of swelling.

“Pull out a bit?” Susan asked.  When he did, she gasped and said, “you’re so big, I can actually see you inside me!”

Furrowing his brow, Harry thrust back in and saw that bump return.

“Fuck me!” Susan demanded, practically shaking with need.  Her big blue eyes were dark with lust, which made her look even hotter.

He pulled out about half way and plunged back in, marveling at the feeling of her tight, clinging tunnel milking him.  He had never understood the obsession that some of the guys in Gryffindor seemed to have with sex, but that mystery was rapidly solved for him.  He moved slowly and clumsily to start with, mostly just trying to keep himself from cumming and paying attention to what Susan liked best.  That last part was somewhat difficult, as she seemed to like everything he was doing.

“Ugh, yes!” she gasped as he moved inside her. “Harder, Harry!”

“If I go any harder, I’m gonna…” Harry ground out through his teeth.

“Just do it!” Susan cried. “I already came, so stop worrying and just fuck me.”

With his mind at ease, Harry gave in, picking up his pace and fucking her harder.  Her moaning grew louder at the greater feeling as Harry slowly worked up a rhythm.  The faster, harder pace had the added benefit of making her incredible breasts jiggle and sway across her chest, a sight that helped drive Harry even closer to his fast-approaching peak.

“Gah, fuck!” he groaned into her neck as he came.  It was somehow even better than his last orgasm, as he filled her pussy to the brim with his cum.

Susan’s grip on him tightened as she felt him swell and spill inside her.  Her nails grazed his scalp, and she held him tightly as the most intense pleasure he had ever known coursed through him.  When it finally finished, he collapsed on top of her, just enjoying the feeling of her warm, soft body and her pleasant smell.  A mix of flowers he assumed came from her soap and perfume and her sweat; he breathed it in deeply, feeling more relaxed and content than he could ever remember.

“Harry, you’re a bit heavy,” she whispered after a few moments, and he reluctantly pulled out of her sopping depths and rolled onto his back.

“How was that?” she asked as he stared at the ceiling in mind-numbing bliss and panted for breath.

“Insane,” he panted, turning his head to smile at her.  She returned the smile warmly and cupped his face with her hand.

“Did you…” he went to ask, leaning into her touch.

“No, but that’s okay,” Susan said reassuringly. “Like I said, I already did, and just having you inside me felt wonderful.”

He believed that she meant that, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to make her cum again.  Looking down between her legs and the river of his semen flowing from her, he decided to try.

“Harry?” Susan asked as he moved down her body. “Harry, that’s really not...oh fuck!”

He realized that he could avoid his cum by focusing on that little nub at the top of her pussy, and since that seemed to be the most sensitive spot anyway, it just made sense to start licking it again.

“Harry, holy shit!” Susan cried, digging her fingers into his hair. “Don’t fucking stop!”

He had no intention of stopping for anything, swirling his tongue around the sensitive little button and grinning as she started to babble incoherently.  He guessed that she had been rather close and figured it wouldn’t take much to drive her over the edge.  As he licked that hard little nub more directly, it occurred to him that it was somewhat similar to the head of his cock, with its little hood even resembling his foreskin.  Figuring that since it had felt divine when Susan sucked on him, it might work on her, he wrapped his lips around it and started gently applying pressure.

“Fuck!” Susan screamed at the top of her lungs.

The effect had been almost immediate, with her thighs clamping around his head and her body going taut.  Her back lifted off the bed, and Harry was almost concerned that it had gotten too intense for a second, but then the dam broke, and she let out a wordless shriek as she came.  Her body convulsed like she was being electrocuted, and Harry tightened his grip on her thighs to hold her steady.

“Stop,” she begged after a few moments, and he eased up, kissing his way up from her pussy, along her flat belly to the valley between her breasts.  Susan wrapped her arms around him when he reached her chest, holding him in the warm, soft, pillowy heaven of her perfect tits.

He had to figure out when it was best to stop licking her after she came.  He also had to figure out how to last more than a couple minutes as well, but these were questions for another day.  As he lay there, half draped over the body of his new girlfriend, Harry hoped that he’d have plenty of time to learn what he needed to know about pleasing her.