Harry/Susan One-shot (Patreon)

Been working on this one all weekend. I must have gone through like five or six different drafts of different Harry/Susan fics before I settled on this. I did come up with one cool concept in one of them that I'll hopefully be able to use for another one shot later on.

This one's fluff with some angst for about 90% of the runtime and then ends with some smut. Hope you enjoy!

She was staring at herself in the mirror again, her highly critical eye trudging its well worn path over every single imperfection it could find.

Her face was still covered in so much baby-fat, especially her chubby cheeks. She didn't have any freckles, but she still found her complexion far too pasty and pale. Her brown eyes were so dull, so ordinary, nothing like the blue, green and hazel she saw all around her.

Her dark auburn hair was tied up in a plait, the same plait she'd been wearing since she was nine. It all just looked so… childish.

"Come on, Susie, we're going to be late for Herbology!" Hannah called from the door.

Susan broke out of the trance she'd been in. Looking over at the blonde girl who had become her best friend over their first week at Hogwarts.

"Sorry!" She followed after her friend, preparing to put on a bit of false bravado.

It was funny how everyone saw Hannah as the shy one and her as the confident one. If only they knew.

The two first year Hufflepuffs made their way out of the castle.

Every time Susan passed by one of the older girls, she couldn't help but compare herself to them.

They were all so tall and slender. Meanwhile, she was short and stumpy.

They reached the greenhouses, where they were about to share their first class with the Gryffindors. Their head of house was there, directing them towards the benches. Susan marveled at all the magical plants, some of which she'd only seen in picture books.

Hannah and her slid into a bench while a pair of Gryffindors sat down opposite them. A tall, gangly redhead and a short boy with raven hair and a pair of mesmerizing emerald green eyes.

Amidst the whirlwind that was their first week of classes, Susan had completely forgotten that the Boy-Who-Lived was in her year.

He was scrawny, but he was kind of cute. And he was staring right at her.

He was staring at her.

Why was he staring at her? Was he trying to make sense of her hairstyle? Was he silently laughing at her chubby cheeks?

He seemed to realize he'd been staring, because he blinked, looking apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I really like your plait."

…

It was Harry's first class with the Hufflepuffs. So far, the Ravenclaws had been nice, and the less said about the Slytherins, the better.

Harry followed Ron as they took a seat on a bench. Opposite them, a pair of Hufflepuff girls were sliding in. They were both short, shorter than even Harry. One of them was a thin, willowy blonde girl. Hannah Abbot, Harry remembered, the first person to get sorted.

The other girl was a little bit heavier set, with a round face and bright, expressive chocolate brown eyes. Harry trailed his eyes down her lush auburn hair, which was tied up in a single plait that was currently draped over her shoulder down to her stomach.

She was cute.

She was the cutest girl he'd ever seen.

Far too late, Harry realized he'd been staring. The girl, Susan, if he remembered correctly, had noticed.

"I'm sorry, I really like your plait."

It wasn't a lie. He was just underselling it.

Susan blushed, and Harry felt his heart almost thump out of his chest.

"T-Thanks."

Professor Sprout cleared her throat, and everyone's attention was drawn to the head of the class. As the professor began to talk about Greenhouse safety rules and respect for plants, all Harry could think about was the cute redhead, and that maybe it was time to make some more friends.

…

Susan ran for her life as the Weasley twin's charmed snowballs pursued her for all she was worth.

Just as they were about to hit her, she crouched down as low to the ground as she could manage.

The moment of triumph as they zipped by above her head was short lived. The snowballs curved back, and the out of breath redhead could do nothing but stare wide-eyed as they struck her right in the face.

Susan fell on her butt. She could hear Ron's laughter, mixed in with Hannah and Hermione's giggles. Susan herself couldn't help but laugh deliriously as she felt wet snow on the back of her head.

She heard the crunch of feet on the snow and opened her eyes.

Harry was smiling down at her, his hand outstretched. Susan grabbed onto it, and he helped her to her feet.

Susan was thankful for the cold. It helped cover up the flush on her cheeks that wasn't only due to the temperature.

Harry began patting down her hair. "Oh, Merlin, I've got a lot of it on me, don’t I?” Susan asked.

“I’ve got most of it out,” Harry said. His fingers were gentle as he brushed snow off her auburn hair.

Susan was thankful for the cold. I made her not have to explain her little shiver.

It also meant she could layer up. Under a puffy coat, scarf and beanie, she didn’t have to feel self conscious about her figure. She could hide in a shell. Plus, everyone else was so layered up, they all looked like shapeless lumps as well.

Harry tugged at her arm. “Wanna go inside?”

Susan smiled, “Yeah, let's get warmed up.”

…

Susan felt terrible.

It was a month into the summer, and her body was changing rapidly, and not in the way she wanted.

Her chest ached constantly. She’d already had to resize her bra twice, and she was rounding on a third. She was hungry all the time, and she couldn’t stop from eating, and so while she’d barely grown taller, her belly now sported a nice little bit of pudge. As if that wasn’t enough, her face was constantly breaking out.

She’d cried to her auntie about it, but her aunt had laughed it off. She’d said it was all a part of growing up, and when Susan had cried about being fat, Amelia had said she was just a little chubby.

It had not consoled her one bit.

But that wasn’t the only reason Susan was having a miserable summer.

She’d been owling back and forth with Hermione and Hannah since break began. Hannah had even come over to visit for a day. But there was one friend who hadn’t answered a single one of the owls she’d sent him.

Harry had completely ignored her.

She should have known. Harry had probably befriended her out of pity, and now that he was back home for the summer, he’d realized he really didn’t want to associate himself with plain little Susan.

Susan was up in her room, her hair a raggedy mess as she slumped up against her headboard, a small tub of chocolate-vanilla swirl from Florean Fortescue's open on her lap.

There was a hoot by her window. Susan glanced over, expecting to see Hannah’s barn owl waiting for her to open up.

But it wasn’t the light cream colored owl. It was a snowy white owl, a very regal, very self-important looking snowy white owl.

Susan dashed over to the window and threw it open. Hedwig circled above her room before she settled in on her bed, taking a curious look at her tub of ice cream before deciding it wasn’t for her.

“Pippy!”

A house elf popped into existence. "Yes, Miss Suzie?"

"Could you give Hedwig some bacon?"

Hedwig hooted in approval, almost as if she understood what Susan had said.

Susan wasted no time in tearing open Harry's letter.

At first, she felt angry.

He didn't have to make up some tale about a house elf stealing his mail and getting him in trouble, or his relatives locking him in his room and putting bars on his windows. Seriously, how stupid did he think she was? Was this the way he was going to break off contact with her? With one ridiculous lie after the other?

Susan had half a mind to send back a scathing reply. But as she looked at Hedwig happily nibbling at her bits of bacon, she calmed down enough to think.

Harry had been involved in so much craziness last year. Smuggling a dragon egg, whatever had happened in the Forbidden Forest, plus the whole thing with the Stone. Heck, Susan had been there for most of it!

Trouble followed Harry. Was it really that much of a stretch for some deranged house elf to mess with him?

Harry had been mostly quiet about his home life, but from the little bits and pieces she'd gathered, his relatives were far from pleasant. The fact that his muggle outfits were all oversized rags, and that he knew almost nothing about the wizarding world, pointed to one clear thing.

Susan ran over to her desk, grabbing a quill and some parchment as she began to scribble out her response to Harry.

For the first time all summer, she was smiling.

…

Boxy.

That was the best word to describe how Susan felt. She had barely managed to grow an inch in height over the summer holiday, yet her chest had managed to balloon outward to a size that made her uncomfortable. Even under the Hogwarts robes, which she had decided it was best to put on before coming to the station, she could feel the leers of many of the males around her.

But the attention didn’t really make Susan feel any more beautiful. Her face had lost some but not all of its baby-fat, she was still short and pudgy, and she was still wearing that same stupid plait, for some reason.

And Harry was about to see her like this.

“Those are the Weasleys alright.” Amelia said with a hint of amusement as Susan turned her head, looking over to where the mass of ginger surrounded one head of messy black.

Harry had grown a bit taller, enough to be more than a few inches taller than her, and he wasn’t nearly as rail-thin as he’d been last year. Susan gulped, dreading his reaction when he saw her.

…

Harry’s eyes met Susan’s, and everything else ceased to matter. Whatever he’d been talking about with Ron was completely forgotten as Harry waved at the redhead.

She was even more beautiful than he’d remembered. She’d barely grown taller, but she looked just the slightest bit more mature, another step in the metamorphosis from a beautiful girl to the gorgeous woman Harry was sure she’d become.

Harry ran ahead of the Weasleys as he made his way over to Susan and her aunt.

“Susan!” Harry threw his arms around her, hugging the girl close as he took in her scent, her perfect aroma.

Susan squealed, stiffening slightly before relaxing into the hug and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Amelia cleared her throat, her expression becoming even more amused with each passing second. “Harry, nice to see you again.”

Harry pulled back from Susan with a sheepish expression. “Nice to see you, Lady Bones.”

The Weasley family approached, with Arthur pulling Amelia aside to discuss something that left the woman greatly irate.

Before the children could wonder what it was that had Madame Bones gesticulating so wildly while talking to Mr. Weasley, it was time for them to pass through the barrier.

They made it through in groups of two, until finally, it was Harry and Susan’s turn. They pushed their trollies right up to the barrier, thinking nothing of it until their carts crashed against solid brick.

…

That had been the start of a bizarre school year. Thankfully, Amelia and Arthur had been there to floo the two of them over to the school, though not after Amelia ran a few diagnostic charms over the barrier in an attempt to figure out just what was going on.

Their new Defense Professor was a bit of a nonce. Susan might have found him charming, if her auntie hadn’t gone on so many rants denouncing the man as a fraud.

But then the big thing happened on Halloween. They'd been returning from Nearly-Headless Nick's deathday party when Harry began to hear voices. Of course, the reckless boy's first instinct was to follow the voices, and he ended up discovering a petrified Mrs. Norris.

Then the dueling club happened, and Harry turned out to be a parselmouth. Soon, the entire school was convinced that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin.

Harry was sitting up against a wall with his knees to his chest when Susan finally found him. Ron and Hermione had been unable to find him all morning, but Susan insisted she knew right where he was.

Susan sat down next to him. Their legs bumped up against each other as some of Susan's hair fell over Harry's shoulder.

"You know, it's not safe to be out alone like this."

Harry hadn't looked at her yet, he was still staring down at the floor with a stormy expression in his eyes. "I'm the Heir of Slytherin, remember? I'm the one you should be afraid of."

Susan smacked him on the arm, hard enough for it to sting, "Harry." She warned, shooting him the same stern glare she'd seen her aunt deploy so successfully.

Harry finally looked at her, and Susan's heart twisted. He looked defeated, like he'd been beaten down one time too many.

"I'm sorry, Suzie. It's just… I was never the most well liked, back at muggle school, the other kids…" Harry choked on his words, "This whole thing, everyone looking at me like I'm strange, or disturbed… I thought it was all behind me. But I guess, even here I'm a fre-"

Harry's words were cut off by Susan pulling him into a tight hug, ending with his face buried in her neck as she squeezed him tight.

Harry sniffled, and the sniffle became a sob that he tried his hardest to contain, but soon he found himself unable to hold it back. Before he knew it, Harry was crying into Susan's neck while the redhead soothed him as best she could, rubbing his back and running her fingers through the back of his head.

They sat there in silence for a while. Susan let Harry cry himself out, and once he was done, they remained in a companionable silence. Neither of them needed to talk or discuss anything. Harry didn't apologize for his tears, he somehow knew that Susan understood, that she wouldn't think less of him for it.

Harry leaned back against the wall, feeling lighter. He looked down at Susan, who seemed to be lost in thought herself.

"Suzie."

"Yeah?"

"Can I try and plait your hair?"

Susan blinked. She'd let her hair loose in a desperate attempt to look different, to feel pretty. She didn't really feel any prettier, she still felt like the same ugly Susan she always was.

"Do you even know how to do a braid?"

Harry shrugged. "It can't be that hard, can it?"

Susan giggled. "I'll let you try."

Harry spread his legs and Susan scooted around until she was nuzzled between him. Harry grabbed her hair, entranced by just how silky her auburn hair was. He let his fingers run down her locks before he got to work.

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, which led to more of Susan's cute giggles, Harry finally thought he got a handle of it, and he began twisting Susan's hair together with confidence.

Susan had to give it to Harry, after a jerky start, what he was currently doing definitely felt right, more or less.

After a minute, Harry was done, and Susan grabbed onto her hair, turning her head sideways to inspect his work.

"Not bad. A little loose, but better than I expected."

Harry grinned. "I'll keep practicing, and then I'll get it right "

Susan decided it would be worth it to keep the hairstyle for a little while longer, just for Harry to practice on.

…

Another year, another disaster of an ending.

Harry had gone down into the chamber and fought Voldemort once more. Susan had gone down with him and Ron (and Lockhart), but the three had been separated by a cave-in.

That hour that she and Ron had spent with no clue of what was going on on the other side had been terrifying.

When Harry had finally emerged with a terrified looking Ginny Weasley, he was covered in muck and blood, and he was carrying a sword that was almost as big as he was.

He looked so handsome.

Then, her auntie had broken some news.

After having talked with Arthur Weasley about Harry's living conditions, Amelia had gone on a crusade. It had taken a lot of red tape, since it appeared that both the minister and the headmaster had had a vested interest in keeping Harry's situation secret, but with the chamber incident eroding a bit of Dumbledore's power, Amelia had managed a breakthrough.

Harry would no longer have to return to his relatives. Dumbledore had finally relented, allowing Harry to live with the Weasleys.

Susan wished he could have lived with them, but still, she felt happy for him. After all the misery Harry had experienced, he deserved happiness.

…

Susan was savouring her ice cream. Cheesecake brownie deluxe, it was a decadent, delicious new flavour that had quickly shot up to the top of Susan’s favourites list.

She was sitting alone in a booth at Fortescue's. They were supposed to be doing her Hogwarts shopping, but that had been postponed as her auntie was currently attending a meeting at The Leaky Cauldron. Ever since Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban, her aunt had been even busier than she usually was.

Susan enjoyed her ice cream, trying to ignore the little voice in her head that told her everyone was looking at her, judging her, calling her a little cow for shoving ice cream down her gullet.

She'd finally grown taller, tall enough to where she was sure she'd be the same height as Harry now. Unfortunately for her, her chest had once more outpaced the rest of her body in growth, and while she had now lost most of the fat on her face, and her belly was a bit less pudgy, she still didn't have a flat stomach. She didn't have that thin, lithe, princess-like figure.

Her aunt had told her she was buxom. Susan didn't know what that meant. She just knew her midsection was never going to lose that little bit of fat if she kept eating ice cream. But she loved ice cream so much. And the more she stressed out over her body, the more she looked for comfort in food.

"Can I sit here?"

Susan looked up, and her eyes went as big as saucers.

It was Harry, but she almost didn't recognize him.

He had shot up. It seemed that close proximity with the Weasleys had rubbed off a little bit of their height genetics on him. He wasn't super tall, but he was now solidly in above-average territory.

He'd also bulked up. Susan didn't know what he could have possibly done over two months, but Harry looked solid now, resembling more of a beater than a seeker.

To top it all off, he was handsome. His face had gained some definition, not chiselled but no longer fully soft. He was no longer wearing his glasses, and his emerald green eyes looked all the more prominent now.

Harry was gorgeous. Susan felt a knot at the pit of her stomach. Harry was going to command a lot of female attention now, and it made her squeamish.

…

Harry tried to contain his smile as best he could, he didn't want Susan to get creeped out by him constantly staring at her.

Susan was a goddess. There was no doubt about it. Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of her. It took a lot of effort not to reach out and grab her hand. He wanted to stake a claim, to make sure everyone around them knew that she belonged to him.

But he and Susan were friends, nothing more, and Harry was too terrified of losing that friendship to make that final leap of faith.

"Susan, your ice cream's melting." Harry pointed out.

Susan hadn't touched her bowl, not since Harry had shown up. She'd suddenly felt disgusted with herself for eating ice cream.

"I'm not hungry." She said, pushing it away from herself.

Harry picked up the spoon, taking a small scoop of the partially melted ice cream. His eyes lit up as he tasted the creamy goodness.

"This is amazing! Are you sure you don't want any more, Suzie?"

Susan was frowning, shaking her head hesitantly. Harry smiled teasingly. "How bout we share?"

Susan paused for a long while, until Harry's insistent smile finally eroded her resolve. "Alright."

Susan took another spoonful of ice cream, and she let out a little satisfied hum as she savoured it. It really was incredible ice cream.

Susan opened her eyes to see Harry staring at her, and she became self-conscious all over again. "Why are you looking at me?"

Harry blanched. "Sorry, it's just… seeing you happy makes me smile."

Susan's heart beat a mile-a-minute. She was saved from a response by the arrival of Ron, Hermione and the other Weasleys. Drowned out in the constant chaotic noise that followed the Weasley family, Susan could try to forget how Harry's words made her feel.

…

The cheers were deafening as Harry was hoisted over his teammate’s shoulders. Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup, and the young teen who'd gotten them there took his shirt off in celebration.

Susan's eyes weren't the only ones that feasted on his lightly muscled torso. Many of the girls around her reacted to the sight. Even Hannah's eyes widened slightly, though her friend quickly recovered.

Cho Chang, the losing seeker, went over to congratulate Harry, and from the way she was looking at him, Susan knew that losing a quidditch match was the farthest thing from her mind.

Cho was everything she was not. Delicate, with a slight, girlish figure that Susan could never hope to achieve. The girl was gorgeous, and she was beaming up at Harry as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Harry sent her a nod in thanks, but he didn't dwell long with the girl, his eyes searching the crowd for someone.

They finally fell on Susan, and he grinned as he yelled over the noise. "Party in the Gryffindor Common room! Hufflepuffs are invited!"

The party was a raucous affair. Susan had to give it to the Gryffindors, they knew how to throw a bash.

Harry had been swarmed by people almost since the party began. Susan was content to sit in a corner with Hannah and Hermione.

"I swear, they take this sport much too seriously." Hermione complained, though her complaint was half-hearted. She was nursing a small glass of butterbeer, and she was smiling as Ron danced like a maniac, acting as if he had been the one to win the cup.

Harry finally managed to untangle himself from the crowd, excusing himself from a fifth year girl that seemed a bit put off.

"Bit of a madhouse, isn't it?" Susan asked as Harry approached them.

"Tell me about it. I kept trying to reach you guys, but people kept pulling me back."

Harry sent Hannah a pointed look, and the girl tugged at Susan's arm. "Come one, let's get out of here before they notice."

Susan looked confused as Harry and Hermione followed them towards the portrait hole. "What's going on?"

They stepped out of the common room and into the deserted hallway.

"Did you think we were going to forget, Susan?" Hannah snickered.

Susan groaned as the three of them yelled in unison.

"Happy birthday!"

Harry grabbed her hand, leading her over to where they'd clearly set up a small party for her. Hermione and Hannah were giggling behind her, but Susan ignored them.

They had decorated the room with some banners and balloons. There was a cake in the middle, along with a tub of ice cream in an ice bath. A tub of a very particular flavour.

"Cheesecake brownie deluxe?" Susan gasped as she glanced at Harry. "You ordered it?"

Harry shook his head. "I learned how to make it for you." He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing furiously now. "I-I'm not sure if it'll be as good as Fortescue's, but I found a good recipe so-"

Susan pulled him into a bone crushing hug, and as Harry returned it in force, Hannah and Hermione shared sly looks from behind them.

…

Susan inspected herself in the mirror. She and her auntie were going to meet up with the Weasleys, Hermione, Harry and Sirius for the World Cup final, and she wanted to look her best.

Harry's godfather, enjoying his newfound freedom and wanting to splurge on his godson and the friends that had helped save him, had bought tickets for all of them in the most expensive suite.

He'd personally delivered her and her auntie's tickets, and Susan got the feeling Lord Black and her aunt might have a thing going on.

Susan smiled at her reflection. For the first time in what felt like years, she felt comfortable with the image she saw.

She was maybe five foot-four now, more than tall enough for her age. She'd grown into her figure, and while her chest was still by far her most prominent feature, Susan could look at herself and proudly say she looked good. She was never going to be skinny and slim like the other girls, but more and more, Susan had the growing suspicion that the one boy who's opinion she valued most liked her very much the way she was.

…

"Dude, imagine Bell."

"The chaser from Gryffindor?"

"Yeah. Bet she shags like minx! Probably tosses you around in the sack like there's no tomorrow."

"What about Chang? Got a sexy little body, that one?"

"You two are forgetting the motherload."

"You mean Bones? She got some massive honkers, doesn't she?"

"Looks like a damn cow, that one. Imagine bending her over and tugging on that stupid pigtail of hers."

One overheard conversation behind a tent was all it took to shatter Susan's self image. She looked down at herself, and suddenly her figure didn't appear curvy but bloated, her chest felt grotesque.

She tugged on her plait, and with a muttered spell she instantly loosened it, straightening her hair out.

She sat next to Harry during the final, but there was so much noise, and Sirius kept drawing his godson in with boastful words and jokes. Susan felt bad, she didn't want to be here, in public, seen and judged by all these people. When the final ended, she told her auntie she didn't feel good, and they left for home.

…

Harry waited nervously on the train.

Ron and Hermione were arguing about something he didn't care about. Hannah had gone off to talk to Ernie.

Susan hadn't arrived yet.

Ever since her hasty exit after the world cup final, Harry had been worried. He'd owled with her, and Susan's responses had been short, lacking her usual fervour, her usual energy.

The compartment door slid open and Susan walked in. She was gorgeous as ever, though once again she'd decided to wear her baggy Hogwarts robes before the train even left the station. She wore her hair loose, and she had a sad look on her face as she plopped down next to him, keeping a bit more distance between them than usual.

"Hey guys." She said in a neutral tone, which to Harry just sounded lifeless.

The others greeted her back, and soon a tense silence settled in the carriage as the train began to lurch forward.

"Ron, let's go find your sister, make sure she's doing ok." Hermione said suddenly.

"Ginny? She's doing fine! She's probably with Loony Lovegood." Ron complained.

Hermione stomped her foot as she grabbed him roughly by the sleeve. "Still, it'd be good for us to check."

Ron finally took the hint, and Harry swore he heard Hermione murmur a spell on the other side of the compartment door.

Harry glanced over at Susan, who was staring out the window with a lost look in her eyes.

"Susan, I got you something."

She looked over as Harry rummaged through his things before pulling out a small tub. “I've been working on this all last week. Sirius tried it and said it was really good, its butterbeer flavour."

He'd even come up with a cute little name, "Potter's Creamery", which he'd written over the otherwise plain carton.

Harry held it out, and Susan stared at it.

"Do you want to try it? Give me your review?"

Susan's mouth was a thin line as she frowned at him. "Just because I'm a fat cow doesn't mean I'm always up for ice cream, Harry."

"What?" Harry asked.

Susan felt bitter tears begin to fall unbidden as she leapt to her feet, trying to cover her face with her sleeve. "You don't have to pretend, Harry. I know what you think of me, just like all the other boys, I'm just some ugly, fa-"

Harry had spun her around, and as Susan looked at him through a sheen of tears, Harry quickly closed the distance between them, his lips crashing onto hers in a deep kiss.

Susan gasped, her body stiffening as Harry pulled her close, his strong arms gripping her tightly by the waist, sending a thrill up her spine as she felt warm and secure.

Harry's grip never slackened, and Susan found that the hands she'd placed on his chest to push him off were instead squeezing him, and that when his tongue probed against her lips, she opened her mouth to allow him access.

Their tongues danced, and Susan lost herself in the sensation as Harry's soft flesh tickled her pleasure centres more than any creamy dessert ever could have.

When they finally returned to the world of the living, they were seated next to each other, with Harry's hand buried in her hair.

His emerald green eyes were gleaming as he stared directly at her. "Susan, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life." He said it with such firmness, with such security, there was no chance for Susan to doubt his words.

"I love you."

She melted, and she leaned forward, capturing his lips in a tender, loving kiss.

…

"Wow! I wish I could fill out a dress like you do, Susan."

Susan smiled at Megan's compliment. She was wearing a backless silver dress that hugged her figure tightly, accentuating her curves.

She'd seen the other girls look at her in jealousy, but Susan had been sure to compliment them all. She knew how terrible it felt to feel insecure about your own body, and the reality was that all of them looked stunning.

"Aren't you leaving a bit early, Susie?" Hannah asked as she saw her friend already make her way out of the room the girls had commandeered to get ready in.

"I'm going to do my hair somewhere else." Susan explained.

"We've got all the products you could need right here." Cho said, gesturing towards the table chock full of hair products.

Susan shook her head with a knowing smile. "I'll see you girls at the ball."

Susan traversed the halls, happy that she didn't run into anyone on her way to the room where she'd once consoled Harry during the whole Chamber of Secrets fiasco.

Harry was there, looking as handsome as ever in his bottle green dress robes. His jaw dropped as he took her in, and Susan never tired of seeing just how hungry he was for her, just how mad she drove him with need.

His kiss transmitted just how much he wanted her, and Susan got the feeling that they wouldn't be able to contain their desire tonight.

"You look stunning."

Susan blushed. "I haven't even done my hair."

Harry chuckled. He led her to a chair, where he sat down and she wriggled into his lap. It was a tight fit, but that suited them just fine.

Harry collected her hair, beginning the meticulous job of plaiting it.

All the while, Susan relaxed into him, letting her boyfriend's hands work their magic.

…

The ball was winding down. People were resting on benches, some people had gone outside. Ron and Hermione were arguing about something.

Harry didn't care. Susan was tugging him along, up into a special room.

The Come and Go Room. The room that could turn into anything.

She paced in front of it, and when they opened the door that materialised, they were inside of a bedroom. Harry had never seen the inside of this room before, but the details in the nightstand and the bed clued him in on what he'd suspected: this was Susan's room, back at home.

She turned around and they kissed, walking backwards until Susan's legs hit the bed. Then she let herself fall backwards, with Harry falling on top of her.

His hands were all over her, and everywhere his fingers touched left a trail of burning flesh.

Soon, her silvery dress had been dispatched, same as Harry's dress robe.

He looked so handsome, so solid and manly with his tight, muscular body.

But most striking for Susan was the way his emerald green eyes were staring at her, they were looking at her with worship.

A hint of that same old insecurity crept up as he gazed upon all of her for the first time, covered only by a bra and a pair of lacy black knickers.

No matter how aware she'd become of the jealous looks she'd received from girls, or the unwanted leers from other boys, Susan couldn't help but shift her legs around uncomfortably. Her belly was soft, her ass was big and round but it wasn't firm, there was a thin layer of fat that poked out of her lower half. The other day, in the shower, Megan had told her she looked thick, but there was still a small voice in the back of her head that told her thick was just a nice way to say fat.

"I love you." Harry knelt down in front of her, and he placed loving kisses on her stomach as he grabbed onto the waistband of her knickers, peeling them slowly down her thighs, his eyes filled with wonder as he stared at every inch of her soft flesh in amazement.

Harry followed her knickers down, sending thrills up her body as he trailed kisses down her inner thigh, her knee, leg, all the way down to her calves.

Once he pulled her knickers off, Harry reversed course, kissing up her other leg, until he reached her inner thigh, where his tongue took over, licking his way up to her warm core.

Susan gasped, placing a hand on his messy raven hair as Harry's tongue finally entered her treasure, exploring her delicate folds with loving swirls.

Susan moaned, and she found herself tugging her bra up over her head. Her breasts bounced freely on her chest. She'd felt so embarrassed by them, so ashamed by their size, by how they sometimes seemed to overshadow her.

But now, as Harry devoured her centre, her hands kneaded her large pillows with reckless abandon, squeezing her hard pink nipples between her fingers as she cut loose.

Harry was placing sloppy kisses along Susan's inner lips, revelling in the way her tremors made her flesh jiggle enticingly. He pulled her labia into his mouth, suckling lightly before he pulled back slightly.

A crazy idea had popped up into his head, but, well, the last crazy idea he'd had had led to Susan becoming his girlfriend, so he decided to go with it.

Harry caressed her inner thighs with his fingers, dipping his thumb into her honeypot while he concentrated very hard, willing the room to conjure something up for him.

And the room delivered. With a small pop, a small tub of ice cream plopped down on the bed.

"Harry? What was that?" Susan asked, pausing in her self-stimulation, unable to see much over the large mounds of her breasts.

"You'll see." The little snicker that followed was all Susan needed to tell her she was in trouble.

Harry silently popped the lid to the tub of what he discovered was vanilla ice cream, creamy and soft and ready to be used.

Susan's breath began to quicken in anticipation, and then she felt something cold and creamy against her clit.

"Merlin! What is that?"

Harry didn't answer. He'd scooped a good amount of ice cream onto Susan's pussy. And now he was going to eat it.

He dived back in face first, and his girlfriend began to writhe in true ecstasy. She revelled in the contrast between the cold substance, the heat in her thighs, the slickness in her pussy and the stickiness being spread through her as Harry devoured her like a madman.

Her thighs clamped shut around Harry's head, making it difficult for the teen to draw breath, but that did not damper him at all. He was lapping up at her pussy with broad, flat strokes of his tongue. His face became smeared in ice cream and juices, both melding together until they became indistinguishable.

Susan arched her back, grinding her pussy as she forced him to change his angle of attack. Harry put both hands on her ample ass, holding her up as he drove his tongue as far into her tunnel as he could.

"Harry! I'M CUMMING!"

The overwhelming sweetness in Susan's pussy was balanced out by a flood of tangy, viscous fluid that Harry eagerly consumed. As Susan's grip around his head slackened, Harry moved upward, grabbing the tub with one hand.

Susan finally caught a glimpse of Harry's instrument of torture, and she let out a slight giggle even as Harry opened up the tub and emptied more of its contents onto her. Susan hissed as cold ice cream fell on each of her stiff nipples, pooling around her breasts.

Harry placed the tub back on the bed as he dipped down. Capturing one of Susan's succulent breasts in his mouth.

Harry loved Susan for many reasons, but he wasn't blind, he'f been fantasising about her breasts for years. And now, he was finally sucking on her stiff nipples, making a mess of ice cream all over her skin as he alternated between breasts, mushing them both up against his face.

Susan ran her hands down Harry's back. Feeling every inch of wiry muscle as Harry's suckled desperately on her voluminous tits. Meanwhile, Harry was grinding his hardness against her core, his precum joining the mix of fluids that coated her vulva. His cockhead was bumping up against her outer lips, exacting a delicious friction that drove both of them wild with further want and need.

“Harry, please!” Susan begged.

Harry released her nipple from his mouth, giving the globular flesh of her breast one last deep suck before he shifted upward, pressing his crown up against her entrance while his face hovered above hers.

He stared down at that beautiful face. The face of the cute girl with the chocolate brown eyes, who was now a gorgeous teenager. Her dark auburn hair, in the plait that he’d fallen so deeply in love with, as it reminded him of every moment they’d lived through together, every moment they still had to look forward to.

“Susan, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His eyes glinted with pure love and adoration. “You always have been, since the first moment I saw you.”

Susan felt a sense of pure love, a sense of absolute contentment that she thought could never be topped.

And then Harry pushed his love into her welcoming depths. He filled her up completely.

His body was pressed against hers, and it was like the final pieces of the puzzle coming together. His hard muscles against her welcoming softness, her womanly curves against his rigid manliness.

They fit perfectly. They contrasted yet completed each other. Susan understood then that Harry would always be hers, and she would always be his.

She moaned, in pleasure but also in something deeper, something akin to nirvana. Her legs wrapped around his waist as Harry stroked slowly and deliberately, his thick shaft working its way through her wet folds.

They kissed, and Harry’s hands were at her waist, her waist with that layer of fat that would never go away, the waist that Harry squeezed lovingly, revelling in the softness that sucked him into her body.

Harry fucked blindly into her core, his body driven by a primal need, a need to mark this woman as his own. He would fuck her a dozen times tonight if he had to, he would do anything it took to ensure that her virgin pussy moulded to his cock, to ensure that it would never be able to forget the imprint of his shape.

Harry’s cock slapped against Susan’s gushing cunt, the bouncing of her sticky breasts against his chest doing nothing but driving him further into madness. His kiss became insistent, dominant, as he went from a loving caress to forcing her tongue into submission.

Susan could take it, she was built to take his big cock down her pussy, she was built to absorb the impact of his pelvis against her bottom as his thrusts became more frantic, she was built to withstand his rough handling, as his animalistic desires became too much and he started pawing at her breasts once more.

He was no longer delicate and considerate. Now, he was savage and selfish.

And Susan loved every moment of it. She whimpered into his mouth as Harry shoved his tongue down her throat, she squeezed her legs around him as hard as she could manage as Harry began to truly pound her into submission.

Their rutting reached a frantic crescendo. Harry pushed into her one final time, pulling back from their kiss as they both moaned out their release.

Harry’s thick, creamy milk flooded into Susan’s fertile valley. His cock spurted rope after rope of his life-giving batter.

Harry collapsed on top of Susan, letting his body come down even as his cock still twitched and Susan still trembled around him. He turned onto his back, pulling her with him to keep himself sheathed, pulling her on top of him.

It took minutes for them to finally come down, minutes where all that existed for them was pure bliss. Susan nuzzled her nose against his neck as Harry’s cock refused to soften inside of her.

As Susan lazily opened her eyes, she saw the tub of ice cream just a few inches away.

She mewled contentedly as Harry groped her ass.

He was still hard.

Susan reached out and grabbed the ice cream. She lifted herself off him, letting their combined fluids leak out onto Harry’s thigh.

Harry grunted at the loss. Susan giggled as she straddled his lap for a moment before scooting her way downward.

“We have to finish it before it melts.” She said as she opened the tub, plopping down what remained of the ice cream right onto Harry’s stiff cock.

Harry’s only regret that night was not having a camera. But he would rectify that oversight as soon as possible, because the sight of his girlfriend licking half-melted ice cream from his shaft to the tip of his cock was something that needed to be preserved for posterity.