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Content Warnings: Spanking, Bondage, Crying, Roleplay, Discipline.


Susan let loose a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when the portrait of the Fat Lady swung out, revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. It was a few minutes past midnight, and she had begun to fear that Harry had been caught up in something, or worse, had simply forgotten about her.

Harry stepped out of the hole in the wall, looking back at someone she couldn’t see. “I’m famished. I didn’t even have dinner properly, so I’ll nip down to the kitchens for a quick bite!”

Someone from inside shouted back something she didn’t catch, and Harry nodded. “Sure thing.”

He paused and waited for the painting to swing back on its hinges before looking around, searching for the barely present shimmer that was the only thing that gave away his invisibility cloak. It was too dark and he gave up, opting instead to call her. “Susie?” he asked softly, looking around the hallway.

She pulled the cloak down from her head, grinning at her boyfriend. “Surprise!” she whispered, and Harry whipped around in the direction of her voice, his face sporting an equally big smile.

“Sorry, I’m late. Fred and George wouldn’t let me leave until I finished our game of exploding snap.” He pulled her towards him, wrapping his strong arms around her invisible body.

“It’s okay,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his firm chest.

I’d forgive you for just about anything if you hold me like this.

“Where are we going?” While his arms around her were heavenly, there was always the small chance of someone walking out of the common room. She didn’t want his housemates to come across him hugging air and think he had gone off his rocker.

“Well, bed.”

Susan blushed. Her suspicions had been corrected. She was indeed about to share a bed for the very first time with her boyfriend.

“Won’t Fred and George be suspicious if you return so soon? You told them you were going to the kitchens for a bite to eat.”

“That was mostly for Hermione’s benefit. I’ll just tell her that I ran into Peeves on the sixth floor and didn’t want to deal with the menace, so I came back. Fred and George already know. Or, well, suspect,” Harry explained, the tips of his ears turning red.

“That I’m sneaking up to your bed?” Susan squeaked, blushing hard. She had spent most of her time in Hogwarts as a good, obedient, and quiet student. She tried her best not to break any school rules and had ended up in detention only once in all four years of schooling. She was pretty sure she was about to toss the entire rulebook into the fire if she went up to his bed and the idea that people other than Harry knew about their plan scared her.

“I had to ask them for a silencing ward. I told them it was because of Ron’s snoring, but they didn’t look convinced.” He frowned when she shivered. “Hey, relax, it’s Fred and George.” He brushed his lips against her forehead.

Well, he has a point, Susan thought, nuzzling deeper into his chest. What I’m about to do is probably tame by their standards.

“Ready?”

Susan gave him a nervous nod. She pulled away, pulling the invisibility cloak back over her head.

Harry turned back to the Fat Lady, who gave him an exasperated look, “Well, lad, make up your mind! In, or, out?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be going anywhere till morning,” Harry reassured the woman, “Nox.”

“Alright then.” She gave him another glare before swinging out, revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room once more.

Susan couldn’t help but wonder about all the secrets the paintings of the castle had gleaned in their time hanging on the walls. She carefully stepped through the hole behind Harry, taking great care to make sure she didn’t stumble and accidentally reveal her presence to anyone. She smiled as she looked around the cozy common room. It wasn’t that different from theirs, with the exception of the view. The Gryffindor Tower looked out at the grounds and the Great Lake, and the view was absolutely stunning. She stepped towards the large windows, entranced, nearly colliding with an excitable boy who had run up to Harry.

“Colin, I’m really tired,” Harry said before the boy could open his mouth. “I promise I’ll tell you all about the Ceremony tomorrow, okay?”

The mousy-haired boy nodded, reluctantly trudging back to his group of friends.

She looked around the room nervously for Hermione, but her new friend had evidently gone up to bed. Fred and George were occupying a couch in one corner of the room and appeared to be engrossed in a serious conversation, not even noticing that Harry had returned.

“Come on,” Harry whispered, turning and climbing up the steps that led to the Boys' Dormitories before anyone else had the chance to corner him. Susan followed, her heart hammering in her chest. The thumping was so loud that was sure the entire tower could hear it.

Harry passed the first two doors, pushing open the third to reveal his large dormitory. She looked around the room, surprised by what she saw. She had expected to come across a messy room, similar to what she had seen the one time she had gone up to Justin’s dormitory.

Harry’s was… a bit more varied. Two beds and the areas around them were rather chaotic, one even worse than Justin’s space had been. The other three, however, were spotless. All were empty, but she could hear the sound of running water and someone singing very badly in the bathroom attached to the room. She followed Harry to the bed closest to the window, silently standing in front of his nightstand while he pulled all the curtains around his bed, securing them with rope to ensure their privacy. He picked up a piece of parchment from the nightstand with an arcane symbol, sticking it to one of the curtains.

“There. All set,” he said, moving to the edge of the bed. She pulled the cloak away from her head but didn’t drop it entirely.

“Home Sweet Home,” he added, patting the space on the bed next to his. Susan moved to sit beside him, still clutching the invisibility cloak tightly around her body. “Is that the silencing ward?” she asked, looking at the piece of parchment.

“Yep. The ropes are a Fred and George invention too. They can only be undone by the person who tied them, so there is no chance of us being disturbed till morning.”

“When they start to sell these, they’re going to make a killing,” Susan murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

“They probably will. You can take the cloak off now.”

Susan blushed. “Uhm… Alright. Can you close your eyes?” she asked, getting to her feet and turning to face him.

“Why?”

“I-I just tried something, okay? And… Please just close your eyes?” Susan begged.

Harry smiled and nodded, closing his eyes. Susan took a deep breath. If someone was to describe her and her nature, they’d probably characterize her as the sweet, cute girl next door. She didn’t do ‘sexy’. She owned exactly two sets of lingerie (both of which she’d bought after they’d started sleeping together) and zero dresses that could be considered sexy or provocative. Her quest to find something for the night had hit a dead end until she had settled on an idea. She just wasn’t sure how Harry would react to it.

She dropped the cloak and stepped forward until she was standing right in front of him. “I’ve been a bad student, Professor Potter. How will you punish me tonight?” she whispered, biting her lower lip between her teeth and trying her best to sound sultry.

Harry opened his eyes, studying the sight in front of him with a mixture of shock and arousal. Susan had secured her long red hair into two pigtails, completing the ‘innocent’ look with no make-up except for a thin coat of muted red lipstick and mascara. She’d worn the school shirt from her first year that she had never gotten around to discarding. She had hit her final growth spurt in her second year, which meant the shirt barely fit her anymore. It left her midriff exposed, and she hadn’t even been able to button it up entirely, leaving ample amounts of her generous cleavage on display. Her large breasts strained against the thin white fabric, their outline clearly visible through the blouse. The shirt had been so tight that she had no choice but to forgo a bra and her burgeoning bosom swayed and bounced with even the slightest of movements.

His eyes traveled lower, down to her skirt. It ended well above her knees, hugging her curves and thighs.

It had taken her nearly fifteen minutes to squeeze into the skirt and it was tight enough that a clear outline of the thong she wore was visible through the dark cloth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, taking his silence as a sign of disapproval. “This was the only thing in my closet that could remotely be considered ‘sexy’.”

“Miss Bones. Come here,” Harry growled, his deep voice laced with lust. Susan shivered. It did things to her, that voice.

She stepped closer, nervously twiddling her thumbs as she waited for him to continue.

“A student, Miss Bones?” Harry asked, leaning towards the nightstand.

Susan frowned. She supposed she looked more like a stripper than a ‘student’, but she had thought the school’s standard shirt and skirt would make guessing what she had dressed up as easy.

Shit, I should have worn my Hufflepuff tie.

Harry’s fingers dug around in the packet of candy rings Fred and George had given him to test, pulling out a ruby ring. “That’s not what you are, are you?”

Susan remained confused until he took her hand, pushing the joke ring onto her ring finger. It was only then she understood what he meant, and her face turned a dark red at the realization that they were about to play out her most secret fantasy. A fantasy she had only revealed to Harry because she had misjudged the amount of firewhiskey she could handle (she was a lightweight, she knew that now), gotten drunk as a skunk, and had rambled all about the life she wanted with Harry while he tried to get her safely back to her common room.

Susan suddenly found herself unable to speak, and simply shook her head in answer.

“What are you?” Harry asked softly. He hadn’t let go of her hand, and the sight of their clasped hands and the new ring on her finger gave her the courage to speak up.

One day, I’ll make sure this is more than just a fantasy.

All she’d wanted as far as she could remember was to marry Harry and live a happy life in a small cottage with a big garden where she could grow her plants, study Herbology, and heal people.

“I’m your naughty wife, sir,” Susan mumbled, shivering with anticipation. She blamed the fantasy on the ‘His Housemate’ series the popular writer C. Wainwritch had written. She had the entire series in her trunk, but she wasn’t the only one. She was pretty sure every witch in the castle had in their possession at least one book penned by the author.

Her biggest kink had always been roleplaying as Harry’s wife and all the amazing fantasies that came with it.

Well… after breeding, the voice in her head reminded her.

“You disappoint me, Susan,” Harry whispered, pulling her into his lap. “I come home after a hard day of work to charred food.”

“I was distracted, sir,” Susan answered. She squealed quietly when he pulled her down over his knees. She flushed at his chuckle. He had clearly discovered the damp spot staining her dark skirt.

‘One day, we’ll be married, and I’ll be naughty, and you’ll have to come home and discipline your wife.’ her drunk self had once told him.

Maybe I need to get drunk more often, Susan mused.

“Ah!” Harry had grabbed her wrists, roughly pulling her arms behind her back. He wrapped his own arm around her body to keep her safely on his lap as he leaned forward, grabbing a piece of rope from the nightstand. It was similar to the ones he had used to secure the curtains, and Susan knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere unless Harry wanted her to.

Her wrists secured, Harry pushed one of his own legs over Susan’s, trapping them in place.

“What were you distracted by, darling?” Harry asked, his hand pushing underneath her tight skirt. He grabbed the edge of her thong, pulling the flimsy underwear down to her knees.

“I kept trying on different dresses, sir, for our special night. I completely lost track of time and forgot about the casserole in the oven, I’M SORRY!” She screamed the last part, her eyes going wide with a mixture of shock and pain at the hard slap delivered to her firm ass.

“Do you think wives who make their husbands go to bed hungry deserve special nights?” Her skirt was too tight to push up to her waist, so he unbuttoned it and pulled it down her legs.

“No, sir,” Susan mumbled, her pigtails whipping around as she shook her head.

“What do they deserve?”

“They deserve to be spanked with their hairbrush and sent straight to bed,” Susan whispered, moaning as another trickle of arousal seeped out of her glistening slit.

“This is your first spanking, darling. Let’s start with my hand, yes?” Harry asked, breaking the immersion for a second.

Susan nodded, her chest filled with a sudden swell of affection for her boyfriend. Even in their current state, his first concern was her safety and comfort. She wriggled on his lap, arching her back slightly to raise her pert ass in the air and towards his hand.

“You disappoint me, Susan,” Harry growled again, studying the perfect curve of her pale, freckled globes. “It will be ten spanks, then straight to bed. You will count them out.”

“Yes, sir.” Susan spread her legs slightly to give him an unobstructed view of her slick cunt.

SMACK.

Her cheekiness was rewarded by a gentle slap to her pussy. She lurched forward, groaning softly. “O-one,” she whispered, suddenly glad for the silencing ward. There was no way she could be quiet with the way he was treating her.

SMACK.

The next spank was harder and landed squarely in the middle of her left cheek.

“T-two!” She shrieked as a bright red handprint bloomed on her freckled skin.

SMACK.

He switched to her other cheek. She buried her face in his lap, muffling her moan and the soft, “Three.”

He paused, his fingers sinking into her creamy skin. He started to massage her stinging rump. “Are you okay?”

Susan nodded, a lone tear leaking out of the corner of her eyes and tracing its way down her cheek.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Susan shook her head. Her ass was stinging, her face was red at the humiliation of being put across her ‘husband’s’ knee and… and she was having the time of her life.

She wondered if she could convince him to make it a nightly ritual. She shuddered at the thought of being disciplined every time they were lucky enough to have an opportunity to sleep in the same bed.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

He brought his hand down to her cheeks without warning, spanking her with enough force to make her ass jiggle. She groaned into his trousers, her legs kicking in a futile effort to free themselves. Tears pricked her eyes as a sharp sting bloomed at the points of impact. Her cheeks were now a light pink.

Harry paused, bending to place tender kisses on her abused globes as the stinging slowly subsided to a dull ache.

“F-four… Five.” She hiccuped, tears now freely streaming down her face. “Six… s-s-seven.”

“Nearly done. Have you learned your lesson?” His gentle massage contrasted perfectly with the deep ache she now felt in her core, making the entire experience heavenly.

“I-I don’t think so, sir. Maybe you need to spank me every night for a week to make sure I do,” she answered cheekily.

SMACK.

A shrill shriek escaped her lips as his attention (and his palm) returned to her pussy. The blow had landed directly on her throbbing core and she thrashed on his lap. “E…eight,” she sobbed, staining his pants with her tears. Her mascara flowed freely down her cheeks along with her tears, leaving gorgeous black trails against her pale skin.

“Two more.”

Susan nodded, her mind singularly focused on the dull throbbing between her legs and making sure she didn’t get the count wrong. He finished with two light smacks to her ass, before spending the next several minutes massaging her bright red ass. “I’ll make sure to order some pain and bruising cream… If you want to do this again, that is,” he murmured. He removed his leg, grabbing her bound wrists to pull her up into a sitting position on his lap.

She whined, the dull ache in her ass turning into a persistent throbbing at the sudden increase in pressure. “Did I bruise?” she asked, a huge grin plastered on her tear and mascara-stained face.

“Lightly.” Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at the sight of her grin.

“It was humiliating, my ass stings to high heaven, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to regret every step I take tomorrow…” She paused, before continuing shyly. “But I loved every second of it. I… I wouldn’t mind making it a thing we do regularly.”

“Then I’ll order the creams. But for now,” She giggled as he wagged a finger sternly in front of her face, clearly intent on playing out the last part of her fantasy. “Bed.”

Susan nodded, gently climbing off his lap once she was sure she had the strength to stand.

“Come here darling, let me clean your face,” Harry said, looking up at her ruined makeup. Susan shook her head, taking a step away from him.

“Leave it be. I want you to wake up and remember what you did to your poor girlfriend,” she teased with a bashful smile.

“Let me at least undo the rope and take off that shirt so you can sleep comfortably.” Harry didn’t bother waiting for her answer. He got to his feet and walked over to her, a hand looping around her waist to her bound wrists. The rope fell off at his touch and she rotated her numb wrists. The shirt was off before she knew it. She trembled as his lust-filled eyes moved up and down her bare body. She had a feeling she would be sneaking out of the dormitory in the morning with his cum leaking out of her.

“I… I can’t sleep naked,” she admitted. “ And I forgot to bring any other clothes with me.”

“Don’t worry.” He popped open his trunk, pulling out his own nightshirt and pajamas, before handing her a spare shirt. “I don’t think my pants will fit you, sorry.”

“That’s alright,” she said with a giggle, holding the shirt against her body. “This goes down to my knees.”

He yawned. “I-I’m sorry. It’s been a long day and-”

“Harry.” She quickly pulled the shirt over her head, then closed the distance, brushing her lips against his. “Take me to bed.”

He smiled and nodded. She climbed into the warm bed, watching him change before he too joined her. She let him pull her against his chest, happily becoming the little spoon to his big one.

“Goodnight,” she whispered as he pulled the blanket over their bodies. She passed out within seconds of her head hitting the pillow, having been more tired than she had realized.

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Susan awoke to the loud rattling of curtains, and the conspicuous absence of Harry’s warmth next to her.

She opened her eyes, reluctantly pushing her sore body into a sitting position. She watched blearily as Harry undid the ropes in one corner of the bed, allowing Hermione to slip inside.

“Harry, today isn’t the day to sleep in, you need to take a look at this,” Hermione growled the minute she had slipped inside, shoving a paper against his chest.

“Whas going on?” Susan asked with a yawn, raising her arms above her head in an effort to stretch.

“I-Susan?!” Hermione turned to the other girl in surprise.

“You can scold us for breaking the rules later,” Harry said, his voice suddenly serious. “Susie, you need to see this.” He turned to the paper in her direction, pointing at the large headline printed at the top of the front page.

TRAGIC HERO SEPARATED FROM TRUE LOVE BY SCHEMING STUDENT AND HER INFLUENTIAL AUNT.’

                                                                                                                 -Rita Skeeter


Notes:

In the next chapter (which will be up next Wednesday), Rita Skeeter's nastiness will have unintended consequences, Susan takes care of some morning wood, and Harry's second partner is introduced. 

I plan to make all relationships feel unique by giving everyone different preferences and fantasies. For example, this is Susan's fantasy because she grew up hearing all about the magical life she's destined to have with Harry.

Comments

tornadoboy

One suggestion I have is that before Harry jumps into his other relationships, let Susan give him permission in some way. As in either confess she fantasizes about him with others and her, or some sort of encouragement to go after whoever is the other partner. That way you're avoiding any sense of betrayal or drama between them. Unless that's something you want ofc. Good chapter I thought. I like your spin on the Rita skeeter article. Curious to see where you go with this.