Chapter 39

Harry lay collapsed on his bed, trying to catch his breath. Fleur had just left —more accurately, stumbled away exhausted— after their extended physical contact, where Harry helped her a lot while testing the limits of her allure and restricting it under extreme circumstances, such as in the shower while Harry took her from behind, bent over the kitchen table, or against the living room wall.

She was lucky to have an assistant as enthusiastic as Harry, selflessly exhausting himself just to help her.

Pity that he only had minutes to catch his breath before he needed to act, forcing him to abandon his post-coitus euphoria. He took a deep breath as he reached his magic, casting a wandless summoning charm. A pepper-up potion flew toward him with great speed, but with his seeker reflexes, catching that had been a simple thing. "I still need to work on my control a bit," he murmured as he drained the potion, a refreshing warmth infusing his body. Since his lockdown, his wandless capabilities had improved leaps and bounds, enough that he was able to generate enough power wandless to rival others' wand-wielding capabilities, though he was still having trouble with wandless control.

But it was not the time to delve on that, Harry decided as he walked to the bathroom for a quick shower even as he forced his magic to flow around his body, evaporating the remaining pockets of exhaustion while making his mind sharper. It was a trick he had discovered earlier today while struggling to keep up with Fleur toward the end. She might have been a virgin before their encounter, but the advantage her magical heritage had brought had overcome the experience Harry had painstakingly collected during the last few months.

Luckily, muggles were right. Necessity was the mother of invention, and when Harry felt the bittersweet taste of defeat, he took a ridiculous risk and let pure magic circulate in his body, which both revitalized and strengthened him. In the end, Fleur had no chance of victory, not that she seemed to mind if the huge smile that was on her face when she collapsed in exhaustion was any indicator.

After the shower, he finished dressing, grabbed his wand and his broom, then stepped under the invisibility cloak before leaving the house. As he left his house, he couldn't help but snort as he saw Mungundus Fletcher sitting under a tree, dozing off. As if he needed another evidence after last year's dementor attack that his so-called protection detail was about keeping him locked in rather than preventing the enemies from attacking him.

He walked until he stepped out of the protection of the ward, including the alert ward that was supposed to trigger if Harry left the boundaries. His education on wardcraft was proving its worth.

With a sigh, he pulled the reply that Susan sent for the one that he sent earlier, asking for her to arrange a meeting with her aunt. Harry had been rather annoyed with Dumbledore for the last year, but listening Fleur about his utter lack of action even after Voldemort's return was revealed was something else. He was wasting the only window of opportunity that Death Eaters were unprepared for a counter-attack by sitting on his thumbs as usual.

So, he wrote to Susan while Fleur was trying to catch her breath after a particularly explosive session, asking her to arrange a meeting with her aunt as soon as possible. Susan's reply arrived minutes after, with a proposed meeting location for the evening, and a letter showing her enthusiasm that smelled of her perfume excessively, which made Harry smirk. The session with Fleur had been exhausting, but not as exhausting as to ignore a nice 'training' session with Susan.

He mounted his broom, cast a couple of wandless spells to camouflage him before putting his cloak in his bag, and then cast a notice-me-not charm on himself for good measure. He slammed his foot on the ground, then he was in the sky, perfectly cool air of a summer evening slamming to his face while a sense of freedom filled his being. Even with the recent contender that took the title of the most enjoyable activity, flying would always mean freedom for Harry, letting the weight of responsibility from sliding off him.

Unsurprisingly, a carefree smile was on his lips as he landed on the park that was arranged as a meeting spot with Susan, twenty minutes earlier than the proposed time. Since the park was empty at that hour, Harry decided to use it as parkour to challenge himself flying, something he failed to spend enough time during the latter part of the year. He pushed and weaved through the trees and toys, unable to keep an amused laugh inside.

He came to his senses when he heard an enthusiastic clapping, only to see Susan standing in the middle of the park, watching him with eyes full of admiration and arousal. Only then, Harry noticed that his protective charms had fallen. Luckily, the park was still empty except for Susan. "Hello, beautiful," he said even as he pulled to her side, not bothering to conceal his eyes as he let his gaze trace her body up and down, devouring the amazing sight.

Seeing Susan in muggle fashion was a rare treat, especially since she chose to dress in a short plied skirt that looked like it was about to give a glimpse of her spectacular bottom, and a white blouse that was several buttons short of being called respectable, giving a cleavage deep enough to show the color and the texture of her lacy bra. The naked strip it left around her belly just added to the sexiness. She was dressed to impress —an objective she achieved spectacularly.

"Harry," Susan exclaimed as she threw herself into his arms before he could properly land. Luckily, Harry had handled much better challenges on a broom. The pleasant weight of Susan pressing against him could never topple him from his broom. He hugged her back, and if his hands were just a bit lower than appropriate, landing on the small of her back, drawing small circles on her naked skin, Susan didn't call him on that.

That changed when he slipped his hands even lower, slipping under the deficient cover of her skirt before sinking his fingers to the generous flesh of her bottom, enjoying the sensation greatly. "Harry, you're a bad man," Susan exclaimed as she stopped her hug, but didn't try to get away from his grip.

"You wound me, Susan," Harry answered. "I'm just a concerned friend. You seemed chilly in your small skirt, and as a gentleman, decided to keep you warm."

"Right," Susan said, but couldn't help but giggle as Harry started massaging her derriere.

The silence stretched for several seconds, broken by a moan betraying Susan's resolution, before Harry spoke once more with a daring smirk. "If you're unhappy with it, why don't you take a step back," he said.

"Oh, I will," she said before pulling back and started running, but only after she sent him a playful wink. Harry made a show of sighing even as he shrunk his broom before putting it its bag, then started running after Susan, like her, using a pace barely more than a jog rather than a frantic pace, maintaining the distance. He did so, because the sight of Susan jogging while wearing a mini skirt and a bra that was woefully inadequate to prevent her spectacular breasts from bouncing was a unique treat he wanted to enjoy.

But after making two full rounds in the small park, Harry decided to change the game. He sped up when Susan was nearing a large playpen, and approached her from the right, directing her toward it. Unsuspecting, she tried to pass through its hole to continue her escape, but then Harry hit the pen with a shrinking charm, the hole Susan was passing through suddenly tightening around her waist.

"What the-" Susan said in shock before the realization hit. "Harry, you cast a spell. We're going to receive a warning! My aunt is going to kill me," she explained.

"No, we won't," Harry stated casually as he walked toward Susan, his jog replaced in favor of a determined prowl.

"How?" she asked, surprised as she struggled to turn, trying to catch his eye, but it was in vain.

"Really, Susan," Harry murmured as he stood next to her and put his hand on her bottom, which was raised perfectly. "Is that really the thing you want to focus on right now," he asked.

Her gasp made his insides shiver a bit. "N-no," she murmured. Harry couldn't see her face, but after all the times they spent together, he could easily imagine.

"Then, what do you want to do?" Harry asked even as his fingers skillfully slid under her skirt, once again enjoying the vast expanse of her bottom.

"I want to know what would it take to free me," she murmured, broken by a moan as Harry's finger passed through the area covered by her deficient underwear, again red and lacy, fitting perfectly to her hair.

"A good question," Harry said, making a show of thinking about it, but when she moaned his name, asking for him to be quick, he slapped the wide expanse of her ass. With both the position and the way she dressed perfectly conducive for it, it would have been a pity to leave her wide ass without the tender mercies of his dominance. "But you need to receive your proper punishment first," he added.

"Punishment," she asked. "For what?"

He spanked her bottom once more, again accompanied by a moan from her beautiful lips. "Come on, sweetie. You came here, dressed like that to distract me before my important meeting with your aunt. As your teacher, do you really think I would let such disrespect to slide?"

"I'm sorry, professor," she murmured, this time, her tone colored with pure desire, more than ready to follow the little roleplay session he had hinted.

"I applaud your resolve, miss Bones. I might have let you go, but your conduct tonight had been truly apprehensive," Harry spoke slowly even as he pushed her skirt, leaving her panties as her only protection. A rather useless one at that, considering its minuscule size and the wide expanse of Susan's bottom. Even then, Harry chose to slowly roll then down her long and shapely legs, leaving Susan nothing to contain her dripping. He didn't even leave them on her legs, but removed completely and put in his pocket, with no intention of giving it back. She dared to tease him, and in return, he wanted her to squirm in front of her aunt, afraid to reveal her deficient clothing.

"Professor, please, mercy," she said, begging for him to start. Harry, on the other hand, dragged his fingers over her entrance softly, making her shiver.

Harry decided to extend her torture a bit more. "I see," he murmured. "If you're willing to beg me like this, maybe the punishment is too harsh. Maybe I should let you go?" he said even as he waved his hand, loosening the grip around her waist.

"No, professor!" she exclaimed hurriedly. "I'm a good student, and I want to prove that by selflessly accepting your punishment," she spilled, her tone desperate.

"Really? You're such a good student," Harry said, not bothering to hide the mocking edge in his tone. "Then, why don't we test your resolve," he said even as he slammed his naked palm to her flesh, the sound echoing in the emptiness of the park. She moaned in pleasure.

After a couple of repeats, Harry decided to increase the challenge. "While I punish you, maybe you should pray that not anyone followed you, like your aunt, checking to see you absent from your room, and coming to find you," he said, and she whimpered. "Can you imagine her reaction for you to deserve such a punishment. She would be ashamed."

Susan whimpered in arousal and fear. "I have been a bad girl, professor," she moaned. "Please don't punish me that way."

"I don't know, Susan, that would go against my responsibilities as a teacher. You need to learn your lesson, after all," he said.

"Please, professor, anything but that," she begged.

Harry smirked mockingly, knowing that Susan was not in a position to see his face. "Hmm, interesting proposition," Harry said with a smirk. "I might consider it, if you take my punishment without a complaint," he said with a smirk even as he raised his hand, conjuring a cylindrical object. "Do you agree?"

"I agree," Susan moaned, and Harry didn't waste any time before pushing his conjured dildo into her core adding a nifty vibration spell, enjoying the way she gasped.

"Professor, yes," she moaned, unaware of yet another spell he had cast on her body. Then, Harry left her bottom half alone and walked to the other side of the barrier, meeting Susan's eyes, smoldering with desire. "Thank you, professor," she moaned.

"Well," Harry murmured with a smirk as he started fiddling with his belt. When he took a step forward, his shaft was already free, jumping into full erection with the anticipation of a hug from her pouty lips. "Why don't you show me just how appreciative you are," he murmured.

"You won't be disappointed, professor," she moaned before her mouth closed around his girth with great enthusiasm, enough to force Harry to echo her moan.

"Such dedication," Harry said in appreciation as Susan's tongue danced on his crown before trying to swallow deeper, but since she was locked, she failed to reach it. Her eyes looked up to meet his emerald ones, begging wordlessly because her mouth was still occupied by his shaft. "Do you think you deserve it, sweetie?" Harry said, only for Susan's tongue to start dancing once more.

Harry decided that she deserved a reward for her initiative, especially since he still had one last spell as a nasty surprise. He pushed his hips forward until the crown tickled her throat for a moment before pulling back, only to replicate it several times in quick succession, every repeat sending shivers across his body. Susan moaned in appreciation.

Then, just as his crown was pushing against the entrance of her throat, he stopped, only smirking slightly as Susan sent him an annoyed glare. "Do you think you can handle it, princess," Harry said with a smirk, enjoying the sudden anger that passed her face. She tried to nod, which was hard with her mouth filled to the brim. "Blink twice if you think you can handle it," he said, and her eyelids fell twice.

"Excellent," Harry said in elation before he pushed forward in a torturous slowness, enjoying the way her throat closed around his shaft. Susan gasped and gagged, clearly enjoying his treatment as he moved deeper into her throat despite the intentional slowness, likely happy with the way the vibrator was buzzing inside her, helping her moving closer to the orgasm.

Her obvious enjoyment picked up speed even as Harry continued his slow slide, moving in and out again and again in enjoyment while Susan moaned in her increasing enjoyment. "Do you like my punishment?" Harry murmured. Somehow, Susan managed to moan in excitement. A minute later, Harry repeated the question, this time with a more mischievous smile.

This time, Susan looked at him with suspicion, her discomfort growing, unrelated to the presence in her throat. Harry decided to reveal his little trick. "Don't you feel it's a bit unusual you haven't climaxed yet?" Harry asked. Susan's eyes widened as the realization hit. She tried to say something, which was a difficult thing to achieve with his shaft stuck deep in her throat. Harry chuckled. "Come on, Susan. I told you it's a punishment. Would it be one if I let you climax that easily."

She tried to growl in protest, once again blocked by the shaft lodged deep in her throat, impairing her breathing. "Come on, Susan. You promised me that you'll accept your punishment obediently. Don't tell me that your resolve lasts only a few minutes," he said with a dismissive sigh. "Blink once if you're weak enough to ask for me to stop, twice to prove you're strong enough to handle a little bit of punishment," he added, driving his point mercilessly.

Susan managed to display her displeasure at his mocking words despite the merciless shaft invading her throat, but despite that, she still blinked twice in quick suspicion, a challenge burning bright in her eyes. "Good girl," Harry said as he patted her cheek patronizingly before continuing his slow and merciless deepthroating, leveraging Susan's lack of movement to the maximum effect.

Only after ten minutes of stretched-out treatment, he finally picked up speed, going in and out mercilessly enough to trigger his climax, filling her throat with his seed. He pulled out, leaving Susan coughing and wheezing. "You're an asshole, Harry,"

"And you impressed me with handling the first part of the punishment successfully, Susan," Harry said with a smirk. Impossibly, she managed to smile at his compliment despite the situation, but her eyes widened once more as Harry waved his hand, and a ballgag appeared in her mouth. At first, Harry assumed that it was about using a red ballgag to silence her, but then he realized that her eyes were locked at the hand he used to conjure the gag.

His empty hand.

Still, the fact that his wandless abilities were revealed didn't scare Harry much. With her rudimentary Occlumency and her trust, she was a reasonable secret keeper, and it wasn't like Harry expected the secret of his wandless abilities to last long. They were useful as a secret tool, but much more useful as a method of intimidation and proving his credentials. He could even use it to prove himself to Amelia Bones now that the secret was out.

So, he carelessly walked to the other side of the wall Susan was locked in, intend to start the next phase of their little game.