Harry's Interactive 8th Year Chapter 1: All Aboard (Patreon)

“Harry!”

The smile that lit up the pretty face of Susan Bones when he poked his head into the compartment she was sharing with Hannah told him he’d made the right decision to come here.

“You two have room for one more?” he asked, smiling. 

“Of course! Come in, come in!” Susan chanted, patting the seat next to her. She and Hannah were sitting across from each other, and there was no question in Harry’s mind about who he wanted to sit next to. That wasn’t a knock on Hannah, who was plenty beautiful in her own right, but he knew Neville was crushing on her. Susan was single as far as he knew. Single, beautiful and busty; three very positive traits in Harry’s opinion. He sat down next to her, not close enough to crowd her personal space but not nearly as far away as the space on the seat allowed. She smiled brightly at him.

“I’m surprised you joined us,” Hannah said. He raised his eyebrows at her and she rushed to explain. “Not that we’re not happy to have you, of course. I just thought you might sit with Neville since I saw you two together.”

“Wishing it were Neville instead of me?” he asked, grinning at her. Her cheeks pinkened slightly but she shook her head. 

“Neville’s a great guy,” she said. “He’s sweet, and I know he likes me. Maybe there’s a future there, I don’t know. I just know I’m not ready to settle down or get serious with anyone right now.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t think he’s cute though,” Susan teased. 

“You’re one to talk,” Hannah said. Her smile looked predatory as she stared at her friend. “Or would you like to discuss who you’ve been crushing on for years now?” Susan’s smile disappeared and she shook her head quickly. “Didn’t think so.” Harry ran her words and Susan’s reaction to them over in his mind. The old Harry probably would have been oblivious, but after his summer in Madrid he had an idea of what it might mean. He hoped his instincts were right, but he wouldn’t push it just yet. He decided to change the subject.

“In any event, spending the trip telling stories with Neville, Dean and Seamus sounded fun but I decided I’d much rather spend my last train ride to Hogwarts in the company of two beautiful ladies,” he said. Susan giggled beside him.

“Who are you and what have you done with Harry Potter?” the redhead asked. “That was way too smooth a line for you. I still remember how awkward you were in 4th year when you fancied Cho Chang!”

“Yes, please, bring that up again,” he said, giving her a mock frown. “But yeah, I’ve changed loads over the last few months. Killing the Dark Lord who’s been trying to kill you since you were a baby can do that to you,” he said honestly. “Now that I’ve survived, I’m ready to relax and start living.”

“And you consider coming back to Hogwarts living?” Hannah asked, sounding honestly curious. “Susan came back because she wants to be a healer and there’s no one better to study under than Madam Pomfrey, and I’m hoping to secure an apprenticeship with Flitwick. But you? I figured you could’ve gotten any job you wanted without needing to come back for your last year.” 

“Probably,” Harry agreed, “but where’d be the fun in that? I was so focused on staying alive that I didn’t get to enjoy my first six years here as much as I should have. I plan to make up for that as much as I can this year.” 

“And how are you going to do that, Harry?” Susan asked, looking at him speculatively. Harry paused for a second while considering how to answer and how forward he should be.

“I’m going to do all the things normal guys my age do,” he said eventually. “I’m going to hang out with my friends, hopefully win one last quidditch cup before I graduate, and definitely spend as much time around beautiful witches as I can.” He smiled at Susan as he said this, and enjoyed the way her pretty blush matched her hair. “Maybe I’ll even pay attention in a few classes. Not History though, unless Binns has finally been sacked.”

“He’d probably slip into the room and drone on about goblin rebellions even if he was,” Hannah quipped, making Harry chuckle. “I really am glad to see you so light-hearted though. If anyone’s earned a fun final year at Hogwarts it’s you. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will,” he said confidently.

“So what does Ginny think about all of this?” Susan asked innocently. “Does she like the more carefree Harry?”

Harry smirked at her obvious fishing. She was trying to figure out exactly where his relationship with Ginny stood, and whether or not he was available. That meant he’d read the situation correctly. Excellent. He’d definitely come to the right compartment!

“I dunno,” he said, shrugging. “We haven’t talked since before I left for my summer vacation abroad. Truthfully, I got the impression before I left that she wanted to get back together, but maybe she won’t like the new me, I don’t know. And either way, I’m not really interested in jumping straight back into a relationship right now. I’ve come to the realization that I spent six years pretty much ignoring everyone who wasn’t in Gryffindor, aside from Malfoy since that wanker is impossible to ignore. I’m interested in getting to know people from the other three houses better. Some hopefully better than others.”

Susan smiled shyly, and when he turned to face Hannah and listen to her good-natured trash talk about how the Hufflepuff team was going to give his Gryffindors a challenge for the quidditch cup this year, he felt Susan scoot over on the seat, bringing herself a little closer to him.

Yes, this was going to be a great year.

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“When you said your first kiss was wet, that definitely wasn’t what I was expecting!” Hannah said after she’d recovered from the giggle fit he’d sent her into when describing his awkward kiss with Cho. 

“Sorry we can’t all have sweet stories of kissing our first crushes at the end of a wonderful Yule Ball date,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And what about you, Susan?” he asked. “Who was your first kiss?”

“Justin Finch-Fletchley,” she said, making a face. “All I wanted was a kiss, but he reached straight for my boobs too. I put him in his place quick.” 

Privately Harry couldn’t blame Justin for getting handsy; Susan might be the most stacked girl in their year. He wouldn’t dare admit it out loud though. “Well, hopefully it got better after that?”

“Not really,” she said, sighing. “I’ve kissed a couple of boys since then, but none of them have been good enough at it to make me enjoy it. Definitely not enough to ever make me want to kiss them again, or to do anything more.”

“Wait,” Harry said slowly. He glanced over at Hannah, who nodded at his unspoken question. “You’ve…never…”

“No,” Susan said, blushing and ducking her head. “Never even gone beyond kissing.”

“Wow,” he said. She blushed harder, and he hurried to explain himself. “There’s nothing wrong with that!” he said quickly. “I hadn’t really done much more than that either before this summer. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

“Because you thought I was a slut?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at him. It was hard for him to tell whether she truly meant it or was just trying to make him uncomfortable.

“Of course not,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I just figured that a girl as pretty as you would have no problem finding a guy she likes, a guy to have fun with.”

“I didn’t say there wasn’t anyone I’d be willing to kiss, or willing to do…more than kissing with,” she said quietly. “I’ve just been waiting for him to show interest.”

She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes as she said this, and Harry knew what she was offering. It had been obvious for awhile now that she had a crush on him at the very least, and now she was coming out and all but flashing him a signal. She was letting him know that she’d like to kiss him and maybe even go beyond kissing if that went well, but she wasn’t going to simply throw herself at him like a couple of the girls in Madrid had. She was leaving it up to him to take charge, to make the first move. The old Harry might have chickened out and been too nervous to go for it, if he’d even been aware of what she wanted and what she was offering. The new Harry wasn’t about to let such an obvious invitation from a girl as sexy as Susan Bones to go to waste.

She’d scooted even closer to him as the ride continued, close enough to him now that their legs were nearly touching. That made it even easier for Harry to lean forward and bring his head closer to hers. She leaned her head in as well, and he could hear her breath catch as she closed her eyes and waited for him to close the remaining distance.

Susan’s lips were soft, and she moaned so sweetly when he brushed his lips across hers. He was intending to give her a slow, sensual kiss and see how she felt after that, and at first that’s exactly what this was. Their lips pressed together but he did not try to deepen the kiss, and he definitely didn’t repeat Justin’s mistake. His hands remained on the seat and he focused on giving Susan a first kiss to remember.

It was actually Susan herself who took the soft kiss and turned it into something more. When he broke the kiss and went to pull his lips back, her hands shot up to grab him by the head and hold him in place so she could kiss him again. Her lips crashed onto his and she ran her hands through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was. Figuring that it was now safe for him to kick things up a notch, he traced her lips with his tongue and waited for her reaction. She moaned and parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. While he treated Susan to her first ever French kiss, her hands left his head and wrapped around his neck. She pressed her body flush against his, giving him the delightful sensation of her big breasts pressing into his chest. He now determined his hands on her body would not be unwelcome, so he rubbed her back through her shirt and worked his way down to her lower back, stopping just short of her bum.

It was once again Susan who pushed them forward. Apparently she’d been waiting for this, both a kiss like this and a kiss with him specifically, for years now. Now that she was finally experiencing it she was discovering the wild, wanton side of herself and embracing it with both arms. She climbed onto his lap and continued to kiss him, and now began to slowly grind her hips against him, pressing their lower bodies together and dry humping him. Even through the layers of clothes separating them, the feeling was more than enough to bring his cock to life inside of his jeans. Now it was Harry who was moaning in passion and excitement. It was hard to believe that Susan had never really had a kiss like this before, a passionate kiss that turned into a full-bodied snog. She was a natural at it, that was for sure. He allowed himself to enjoy it, and also allowed himself to enjoy her ass. He groped her plump rear through her shorts, and she responded by moaning into his mouth and grinding her hips harder against him.

“Umm, do you want me to go find another compartment?” a voice asked awkwardly. Oh, right; they weren’t alone. Harry had gotten so wrapped up in kissing Susan and enjoying her buxom body that he’d forgotten about Hannah. He wondered how embarrassed Susan would be about the public display they’d just put on. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too embarrassed to continue, because this erection wasn’t going to go down on its own.

Susan broke their kiss and looked over her shoulder at Hannah. “You can if you feel uncomfortable,” she said. “I don’t mind if you stay though. Do you mind, Harry?”

“Not at all,” he said. He looked over Susan’s shoulder and met Hannah’s eyes. Her face was flushed, but she didn’t look bothered by the PDA between him and her best friend. If anything he would say she looked excited. “Stay. Make yourself comfortable.” He was no stranger to having an audience, not after his wild summer. If Hannah wanted to stay and watch, and Susan wasn’t too shy to let it stop her, he would welcome it. Hannah nodded and shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together.

With that matter settled, Harry and Susan focused on more important things. Their lips met again, and Susan soon resumed the rocking of her hips. Harry’s hands, which had never left her backside throughout the interruption by Hannah, started groping and squeezing again. It was nice; Susan was clearly enjoying herself, and prior to his vacation Harry would have ranked this as the most exciting thing he’d ever done. But they soon reached the point where neither of them was satisfied with just this, and both were ready for more. Harry decided to test the waters by reaching his hands between their bodies and fiddling with the snap on her shorts.

“Ooh, Harry,” she moaned. She pulled her lips away from his, sat further back on his lap and made it easier for him to see what he was doing. He took that as permission to proceed and undid the button. Susan stood back up, pushed the shorts down her shapely hips and kicked them to the side after slipping out of her shoes. That left her in just her cute pink panties, and she giggled and blushed when she noticed his eyes admiring her.

“I-I’m not ready to go all the way today, Harry,” she said quietly, looking down at the ground as if she was afraid of his reaction. That wouldn’t do at all. He got up, put his finger under her chin and tilted her face up so he could look into her green eyes.

“That’s okay,” he said. “We can do whatever you’re comfortable with.” He wouldn’t deny feeling a twinge of disappointment that he wouldn’t have the chance to fuck the virgin Susan, at least not today, but the last thing he wanted to do was push her or pressure her into doing something she wasn’t ready for. He wanted her to enjoy herself, look back on this train ride fondly and hopefully want to come back for more. If he took care of her today, maybe he’d have the chance to shag her another day.

He could see how relieved she was. Her face relaxed and she exhaled. “Thanks, Harry.” She leaned her body against him and gave him another kiss, this one short and sweet. Then she pulled back and smiled at him. “I’m still willing to do, y’know, other stuff.”

“Yeah?” He cocked his head at her, wondering what exactly she had in mind. His hands returned to her bum and gave the cheeks a quick squeeze before moving to the waistband of her underwear. “You okay with me pulling these off?”

“Please!” she said. Harry pulled her panties down, moving slowly to give her the chance to change her mind and back out if she suddenly got cold feet. She didn’t do anything to stop him though, so eventually the pink underwear fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them and bit her lip, clasping her hands and holding them in front of her, likely fighting the instinct to cover herself up. She didn’t though, and Harry appreciated it very much. She had a little patch of hair, just as red as her plait, covering her mons.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Do you mind if I touch?”

She held her breath, seeming to think about it for a second, and then she nodded. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

He slowly brought his hand between her legs and stroked her labia with his index finger while watching her face closely. She shivered and gasped, but didn’t ask him to stop. He slipped the finger inside of her and wiggled it around slightly, stroking her walls and avoiding the trap many guys fell into of thrusting it in and out of her like it was a cock. It was precision rather than mindless force that most girls responded positively to, and inexperienced Susan seemed to be no exception considering she grabbed onto his bicep with both hands and squeezed. He stayed away from her clit though. He wanted to hold back on that until he was ready to really set her off and now wasn’t the time. He pulled his finger out of her, much to her displeasure

“Why’d you stop?!” she whined. Her pout made her look even cuter, and he couldn’t help kissing it.

“I have something else in mind,” he said. “I think you’re going to enjoy it. Why don’t you sit back down?”

She furrowed her eyebrows but sat back down, her bare ass now touching the cushion. Harry heard Hannah suck in a breath behind him as she watched him get down on his knees in front of her best friend. Susan still didn’t seem to get it, until he scooted far enough forward for his knees to be right against the wood beneath the seat, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her forward so her ass was practically hanging off of the seat. He kept his arms around her legs and flung them over his shoulders. There was no mistaking his intentions now, not with her legs spread right in front of his face. He brought his head even closer, but didn’t put his mouth on her just yet.

“Can I do this?” he asked, looking up at her from between her spread thighs. Her mouth was hanging open, and she nodded rapidly.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Merlin, yes!”

Harry crossed the short distance separating his mouth from her pussy and gave her lips a kiss. He rubbed her with one finger for a bit while giving her light kisses and licks, but then he started to put his mouth into it more.

Cunnilingus had been something Harry had needed to work hard on, more than he had with the flirting or sex itself. He’d had a couple of great tutors in Madrid though, and with their patient guidance he had gotten the hang of things. The first thing they’d taught him was that the myth of writing the alphabet with his tongue was not generally going to be effective. Different women had different preferences on where and how they liked to be pleasured, but one thing most of them had in common was that they needed repetition, not variety. The goal was to find the particular spot and approach that worked best for her and keep going back to it, with only the occasional variance and in most cases a stronger focus directly on the clit towards the end.

He kept it simple with Susan at first, taking her long, soft licks of her vulva. She liked that well enough, but this was only an introduction, just a chance for him to get her used to this and get her warmed up a bit before he started experimenting. Once he felt she was ready for more, he began to get more adventurous.

At first he tried a simple side to side motion with his tongue, and while Susan did make cute little moans when he did so, he was pretty sure this wasn’t the right answer. He’d seen and heard a woman’s reaction when he found the technique that really set her off, and unless Susan was far less expressive than his previous lovers this wasn’t it. He tried keeping his tongue in a particular spot and making it pulsate, which got a bigger reaction but still not quite what he was looking for. Then he switched to pushing his tongue against her in a sweeping counterclockwise swirl.

“Oh!” she cried. Her hands flew to the top of his head and pulled him closer, and he knew he’d found her weakness. Now it was time to exploit it.

He repeated that same motion over and over again, his tongue making the counterclockwise trip across her pussy and making her moan and squirm in her seat. She wasn’t the only one; Harry could hear a rustling behind him, and then Hannah was moaning as well. She was quieter than Susan but still easily audible. He badly wished he could see her right now, but that would require that he stop giving Susan the attention she deserved. He could visualize what Hannah was doing though, and it only strengthened his resolve. He kept giving Susan his all, knowing that he was apparently giving her best friend a fap-worthy show at the same time 

The swirls continued, and he also got his fingers involved as well with some petting. Susan kept getting louder and needier, hands clutching at his hair and hips flexing as she fought not to squirm and disrupt his momentum. Harry knew she was getting close, but he still had one more trick left to play, one that he was sure would make her orgasm all the stronger and more memorable.

He kept rubbing her pussy with his fingers, but his mouth finally targeted her clit. He wrapped his mouth around it and lightly sucked. He kept his teeth out of the equation and didn’t suck too hard, knowing she might not be ready for that yet, but he trusted that this was going to be enough for her. And he was right.

“Ah, Merlin! Oh, Oh! Yes, Harry, Yes!” Her hips began to buck and her back arched, showing just how close she was. Her clit was only in his mouth for a minute or two before she hit her peak. 

“Fuck,” he heard Hannah whisper behind him, along with an even more interesting shlicking sound that he recognized. He couldn’t think about what Susan’s blonde best friend was doing behind him though, because the gorgeous redhead was squirting against his face.

“Merlin!” Susan cried. “Oh, Oh, Oh!” Over the past few months Harry had come to treasure the view he got when he looked up at a woman from between her legs as she came thanks to his fingers and his mouth. It had very quickly become one of his favorite things, and he relished the chance to have this view from between Susan’s wonderfully thick thighs now. Looking up at the look of wide-eyed shock and pleasure on Susan’s pretty face and knowing that he was responsible for it, and that he was the only person to this point who had ever had the privilege of seeing her like this was one of the high points of Harry Potter’s life thus far.

He kept rubbing her and sucking on her clit until her orgasm died down, after which he pulled her legs off of his shoulders and let them drop to the floor. She sat there staring at him through hooded eyes, panting and shaking her head.

“Sweet Merlin,” she whispered. “Does that always feel that good?”

“No,” Hannah answered. “I don’t think many guys would be able to pull that off. I know I’ve never cum like that.”

Harry turned his head to look at her at last, and saw that his suspicions had been right on the money. She’d pulled her skirt up and had her underwear down around her ankles, and her legs were spread and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She saw him looking and blushed, but she didn’t cover up.

“Really?” he asked. “Never?” She shook her head. “No guy’s ever gotten you off like that?”

“No,” she confirmed. Well that was a pity. She deserved to have her body worshipped just as he’d done with Susan. For a brief second he thought about making the offer, but decided against it. He and Susan weren’t a couple or anything, but he still felt it might be bad form to propose such a thing immediately after eating her out.

“Do you want him to lick you too?” Susan asked, surprising both of them. “I wouldn’t mind.” Hannah looked back and forth between her half-naked best friend and the man who’d just licked her to orgasm, apparently flustered by the offer.

“But, I mean, you’ve fancied him for so long,” Hannah murmured, to which Susan shrugged.

“Yeah, I have,” she said. “I loved what he just did for me, and I’m very much hoping he’ll do it again for me some day.” She grinned at Harry, who grinned right back. He’d eat her out any day and be happy for the opportunity. “But he already said he’s not looking for a relationship right now, and I’m okay with that. And you’re not looking for one either; you said so yourself. Don’t you deserve to have an orgasm just as good as the one he just gave me?”

Harry looked at Hannah but said nothing. He did feel a little guilt since he knew Neville fancied her, but she’d said herself that she wasn’t interested in dating him or anyone else right now. If she wanted to have some no strings attached fun, he wouldn’t deny her. He’d be happy to bury his face between a second pair of legs today, but he wasn’t going to pressure her. He’d leave it up to her.

“No,” she said finally, shaking her head. “No, I’m fine with just watching.” Harry nodded to show he understood. He’d made quite an impression on her already, and she’d seen what he could do with his mouth. Maybe she’d come to him and ask for a rain check some other day, or maybe she’d wind up dating Neville after all. Either way, she had been a very welcome audience.

“Suit yourself,” Susan said. “I guess that means it’s time for me to return the favor, eh, Harry?”

“If you want to,” he said, trying not to sound as eager as he felt. Of course he’d been hoping she would make the offer, but he didn’t want to push her into it.

“Fair’s fair,” the redhead said as she got up to her feet. Harry followed her lead and got up off of his knees, which was a blessing in itself. Kneeling on the floor of the compartment hadn’t been the most comfortable thing, but it had been more than worth it.

“Oh, who are you kidding?” Hannah said. “You’ve wanted to get your hands on Harry’s cock for years.” Harry snorted.

“Guilty,” Susan said, giggling. She undid the button and zip of Harry’s jeans and they pulled them down together. His boxers immediately followed, and then Susan was staring at his cock. “Wow. How does that measure up, Hannah? Because it looks massive to me. Is that just my inexperience showing?”

“No,” Hannah said, sounding as surprised as Susan looked. “Not your imagination.”

“I thought not!” She wrapped her hand around the shaft and gave him a tentative squeeze, which made Harry groan. “Wow, I hope I can handle it!” She looked back at Hannah. “You sure you want to sit this out? I could use some help here!”

“I’m sure you can handle it,” the blonde said. “Don’t worry; I’ll be right here watching. I can give you some advice if you need it.”

“You’re no fun at all,” Susan said, but then she smiled brightly at Harry. “Do you wanna sit down so I can try this out?”

Harry sat down before she could even finish her sentence, stopping only to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. Then Susan threw a surprise his way.

“I’m not going to suck you off, Harry,” she said.

“Oh, okay,” he said, trying to hide his disappointment. He’d been hoping for a blowjob, but if all she was comfortable with was a handjob then he would go along with it.

She pulled her own shirt off, then unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her big breasts sprang free, and were every bit as impressive as they’d always appeared to be through her clothes. “I thought I’d try using these instead,” she explained, dropping to her knees in front of him. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he said quickly, and it made Hannah snort. As if he or any other guy would say no to a titfuck from busty Susan Bones!

“You might want to try getting his dick slick first,” Hannah suggested. “Should give more friction. It helps when I wank a guy at least. Not like I’ve got tits big enough for what you’re planning.”

Susan nodded, spit into her hand and rubbed it along the length of his cock. Once he was sufficiently prepared she put her breasts to use. At first she just rubbed first one and then the other against his cock, but then she held her breasts together and trapped his dick between them.

“Just let me know if I’m doing it wrong, okay?” she asked in all seriousness. 

“Sure.” He didn’t see much chance for a titfuck to not feel good, especially when it was a woman as stacked as Susan giving it.

Sure enough, having his cock surrounded by Susan’s massive breasts as she slid them against him felt damn good. It didn’t take long for her to come to the same conclusion and realize that it didn’t take much effort for her to make him feel good as long as her breasts were sliding against his cock. She had fun with it and tried different things out. One moment she’d be making firm, dedicated trips from his tip down almost to his base and then back up, other times she’d just jiggle them against his cock or press them together and squeeze his shaft tightly. Susan kept looking up at him, watching his reactions and asking him if he was enjoying himself, but he made genuine moans of approval no matter what she did. She grinned at how much he was obviously enjoying himself.

“I’m so glad you’re feeling good, Harry,” she said. “Even though it’s my first time doing something like this, or doing anything with a guy really, you’re still enjoying it, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. She might not have any experience playing with guys or getting them off, but breasts like this were a weapon that more than made up for her lack of knowledge.

Susan relaxed and enjoyed herself, playing around and exploring the power she and her breasts had over him. It felt great, and it also looked great. Being able to look down and see a topless Susan Bones sliding his cock between her tits was a far more appealing view than anything he could get by looking out the window during the train ride. Yet he still found himself looking away from it every so often thanks to Hannah offering an attractive sight of her own. 

He was able to look over and watch the blonde playing with herself. Her right hand was rubbing her wand against her pussy and using it not unlike a vibrator and her left had pushed her shirt up and was playing with her breasts. As she’d said, she didn’t have a chest that defied gravity like Susan’s, but her boobs were still cute. She knew he was watching her but that didn’t stop her. She met his look, blushed, bit her smiling lower lip and worked both of her hands faster against her body.

While Susan had decided to please him with her boobs instead of her mouth (a choice he couldn’t find fault with), it wasn’t because she was grossed out or afraid to use her mouth on him. She proved that by getting her mouth in on the fun on occasion. She didn’t give him a full-on blowjob, but she did treat him to a little flick of her tongue across his cockhead now and again. Towards the end she even popped the tip into her mouth and suckled at it.

With everything going on, from having Susan sliding her tits against his cock and tending to the head with her mouth, to her green eyes looking up at him smugly while she listened to him moan, to looking over and seeing Hannah masturbate while she watched her best friend give him a tittyfuck, Harry wouldn’t dare call this train ride a disappointment just because he hadn’t gotten to actually stick his cock in Susan. This was all amazing, and he was going to get one hell of an orgasm out of it. Susan knew it too.

“Are you gonna cum, Harry?” she asked, keeping her eyes fixed on him. “You gonna finish soon?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Feels so fucking good, Susan. So fucking good.”

“I’m glad!” She giggled and then flicked her tongue across his cockhead again. “I’m so glad I could make you feel good after what you did for me. You deserve this, Harry. You deserve it all. You deserve to cum between my boobies!”

It wouldn’t be much longer until he got what he allegedly deserved. Some of his cum did indeed shoot directly into her cleavage, but she underestimated his range and got a blast that arced up and caught her across the face too. She flinched in surprise, but then giggled and kept squeezing his cock between her breasts until he was finished cumming.

“So, how was that?” Susan asked, sitting back on her knees. “Do you think you made the right choice coming to our compartment?” She squeezed her cum-soaked breasts and grinned up at him with a line of semen running across her chin.

He looked back and forth between the kneeling redhead with his cum between her boobs and on her face, and her blonde best friend who was attempting to surreptitiously wipe her wand free of her own fluids.

“I doubt anyone has ever had a better ride on the Hogwarts Express,” he said.

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“Prefects, lead your students back to your common rooms,” Headmistress McGonagall said. “Ah, Mister Potter, a word, please,” she said when Harry made to follow the rest of Gryffindor.

He’d enjoyed his final sorting ceremony and the feast that went along with it, especially since Susan looked over at him from the Hufflepuff table more than once and giggled when he caught her staring. He could see the redhead and her blonde best friend leaning their heads close together and chatting, no doubt reliving their wild ride aboard the Hogwarts Express.

He’d said hello to his Gryffindor friends and relaxed while watching the new first years being sorted. He was hit by a nostalgic feeling. Had it really been seven whole years ago that he’d made that same walk and pleaded with the Sorting Hat to not put him in Slytherin alongside Draco?

“What did you need, Professor?” he asked, hurrying over to McGonagall’s side. No matter what he’d done or how revered he now was by wizarding society at large, he would always respect his former head of house.

“Did you enjoy your final sorting feast, Potter?” she asked. “I hope the attention wasn’t too much for you.”

“No, it was fine,” he said, shrugging. “I had a good time.” The new firsties (and let’s be honest, most of the students from the other years as well) regarded him with something akin to hero worship throughout the feast, but he didn’t let it bother him. Whether he liked it or not, his name was going to be written in history books. He needed to get used to the stares and whispers, because they weren’t going away.

“I’m relieved to hear it,” she said. “I’m also pleased that you chose to accept my invitation to return for one more year. I know you had no lack of options, but I believe having you here was a major factor in how many others chose to return, as well as how many parents felt comfortable in the school being safe enough for them to allow their new first years to attend.”

“I just came here to enjoy my last year,” he said with a shrug. 

“I know you did,” she said, nodding. “That doesn’t change the impact you have on our society though, so you have my gratitude no matter your reasons for returning.”

“You’re welcome, I guess,” he said. He understood McGonagall’s point but wasn’t that concerned about it. “Was that it, or did you need something from me?”

“Ah, yes. I wished to go over what the expectations are from you as Head Boy, as well as the perks of the position.”

“Perks?” Harry had accepted the position mainly at her insistence, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about perks, just the responsibilities.

“Yes,” she said. “You’ll have access to the prefect’s bath, though you already had that as the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. The bigger perk is that you will no longer sleep in the Gyrrindor boy’s dormitories. You can still enter them at your leisure of course, and you will also be given the authority to enter the other three common rooms as well, though I trust you will not abuse that privilege.”

“Of course not,” he said automatically. “But if I’m not sleeping with the other Gryffindors, where am I sleeping?”

“You will have your own private quarters, complete with a full bathroom, and you can set a password and give it to those you wish to allow access.”

“My own room?” Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. There were loads of possibilities there.

“Yes, though of course you’ll share the suite with the Head Girl,” McGonagall added. “Her room will be right next to yours, and she’ll have the same privileges you do. As soon as she joins us, I’ll show you both to your suite and leave you to it.” She looked over her shoulder and nodded. “Ah, and here she comes now.”

You decide:

Who is the Head Girl, and does anything interesting happen during their first night in their private suite (whether together/alone/with others)?