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🕑 Added 2023-10-29 16:18:13 +0000 UTCChapter 15. First Duel
Harry closed his eyes, and his lips melded against Susan’s.
His tongue brushed over her bottom lip before meeting hers in a fiery embrace. The soft texture of her lips became wetter and slippery the more they kissed. His hands snuck under her skirt, and he fondled her fleshy bottom, his fingers sinking into the smooth expanse of her plump cheeks.
Susan herself straddled his lap, her palms cupping his face as she snogged him.
She was not unaware of the hard thing poking her, the thing that pulsed beneath her, the thing that was hellbent on penetrating her. But she ignored it, content with what they were doing.
Her back suddenly arched, her chest popping forward, as his hand slipped under her blouse and traced a slow path up her spine, the heat of his palm seeping into her skin and turning into an all-consuming flare.
An exhale left through her nostrils and onto his face when he captured her tongue and sucked on it, wrecking her with a violent shiver, making her grind her bubbly rear on his crotch, burying the hand that he was using to fondle her, burying the throbbing thing that wanted to penetrate her.
Knock! Knock!
“It’s me.”
Susan sprang away from him, her eyes filling with momentary terror, her heart thumping in her throat. Quickly straightening her skirt and blouse, she climbed off the bed and approached the door, glancing behind to see Harry adjusting his jeans to hide his erection.
Lingering for a second to give him some time, she wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand.
She took a calming breath, and after receiving a thumbs up from him, the door was opened.
“Brownies?” Her mum smiled, passing her a plate full of them.
“Thanks,” Susan said. “Do you want to come in?”
“No, it’s fine; continue your study session. But remember to take a break and spend time with Julian too.” With that said, she walked away.
Susan closed the door and returned to the bed, placing the brownies before Harry.
“I almost had a heart attack,” she grumbled, having not expected her mum to interrupt them so soon. It hadn’t been even ten minutes since they left the living room and came here to revise runes in preparation for the fourth year. That was the excuse they’d been using to get some naughty time for the last couple of days.
And it seemed to be working.
“Want me to check your heart? You would have to remove your top for a thorough checkup, though,” Harry said, his eyes aglow with mirth as he bit into the brownie.
Susan shot him a bland look. “Can you be any less subtle?”
“Do I have to?”
Rolling her eyes, she pulled off her blouse and unclipped her bra, letting them fall on the bed, baring herself for his hungry eyes.
Her lips twitched with the way his eyes fixed on her breasts.
Once they had begun this ‘innocent exploration’, she had learnt that Harry was obsessed with her breasts. His hands would always find opportunities to play with them whenever the two made out.
Today was no different.
The plate of brownies was pushed aside as he scooted closer and grabbed her tits. Even though he had done this a couple of times before, a blush still blossomed over her face when his fingers sank into her firm mounds.
A moan escaped her the moment his thumbs brushed over her light pink nipples.
He was aware of how sensitive she was, and he never forgot to use that to his advantage.
She rubbed her thighs as he pressed his thumbs into her areolas, creating two small depressions in the peaks of the bountiful mountains.
No protests came when he pushed her on her back. But when he parted her knees and placed himself between her legs, her eyes widened in surprise.
‘Is he going to do that?’ The thought crossed her mind. Panic and excitement collided inside her, festering with dread and confusion.
She didn’t need to have worried, because he didn’t remove her skirt but instead lay atop her, allowing his weight to blanket her.
It was pleasant, the way her body got sandwiched between him and the bed. This arousing feeling only multiplied as his lips found hers in a passionate kiss. He tasted somewhat sweet, like chocolate, obviously because of what he ate just a moment ago.
Her legs wound around his waist as they canoodled.
Her arms snaked around his back as they made out.
She jerked when he adjusted the position so their legs were entwined and their sexes were flushed together. But Harry just kissed her into submission, and she let him grind against her; she let him rub his hard thing on her.
It was intense. There were so many layers of fabric between them, and yet it was nearly overwhelming.
There was something in her belly that slowly expanded and filled her core with a torturous pressure. It flared rhythmically, the sensation taking control of her legs as she rubbed back against him, the friction—his erection feeling too good.
Harry’s lips strayed away from her mouth, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck before finding her aching teat.
Something between a moan and a gurgle passed through her mouth as his lips worked on her stiff nip, as he licked at it with his tongue, and as his teeth lightly dug into the soft mass of her breast.
As the minutes passed, this tingly sensation, coupled with the growing pressure pool in her gut, made her erupt. The pressure reached its crescendo and then exploded in short, powerful bursts, making her furiously press herself against him as she rode the pleasure wave.
Harry was happy enough with his own release that he didn’t complain when she grabbed him in a bone-crushing hug.
Some time later, they lay there snuggling together.
“For a second, I really thought we were going to have sex.” She perched her chin on top of his chest, staring at the lazy gleam in his eyes.
Harry caressed her bare back, his fingers leaving phantom burns. Pleasant burns. “You want to? I don’t mind. I just thought you didn’t want to do extreme stuff.”
“True. I don’t want to do that. Yet.” She nodded, throwing her leg over his as she cuddled into his side, having still not gotten used to how good pressing their bodies together felt. The heat and softness of another body were just too addictive.
“Yet.” He snickered, pulling her on top of him.
She elbowed him for the smug tone, but happily reciprocated his kiss. She twisted his cute nipple when he groped her boobs.
Tit for tit. Erm, tit for tat, that was the correct phrase. Whatever, same difference.
Apparently, Harry didn't mind, because he continued massaging her boobs while her own hands explored his body. But she was mindful not to touch his thing. She didn’t want to do extreme stuff yet, after all.
~xXxXx~
In the afternoon, Harry left the Potter Manor and used his ring to portkey back home.
He’d have liked to stay a little longer to ‘study’ with Susan, but the chances of their new secret getting exposed increased exponentially the longer they remained cooped up in the same room. That was why they’d put up a time limit to their ‘exploration’, which was one hour every day until they boarded the train to Hogwarts.
Once the self-imposed limit was up and he was done spending time with Lena and Julian, he returned home.
“Harry! You’re back. Good, very good.” His mum clapped her hands, getting off the sofa and marching to him with a purpose.
Instead of a baggy t-shirt and shorts, which was her summer look when at home, she wore a white button-down shirt and blue jeans. Either she had just come home or was planning to go out.
An amused smile was his response. “It’s been like three hours. Don’t tell me you already started missing me.”
“It’s not that, smartarse. We have to visit Longbottom Mansion right now. And I was worried you wouldn’t return until later.” She rolled her eyes and handed him a quill.
He took the black-feathered quill, which was most probably a portkey.
Since it was required to apply magic to activate a portkey, she couldn’t use it herself. And the reason for her eager wait was revealed. But this seemed more than a casual visit. Because if it was, then she wouldn’t have asked him to tag along. Not that he minded accompanying her. He was always up for basking in the presence of the goddess Alice Longbottom.
“Is there a particular reason for this visit?”
“Yes. Alice and I have organised a duel between you and Neville,” she said with a sheepish grin.
Harry blinked and regarded her suspiciously. “Why? I don’t want to fight Nev.”
She squirmed in her place for a second before throwing up her hands. “Because Alice was bragging about Neville’s duelling skills, and I couldn’t stop myself from bragging back.”
“But—”
“Our honour now rests on your shoulders. Defeat Neville thoroughly, so I’m not proven wrong in saying that my son is million times better than hers,” she added, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a serious look, bulldozing through his interruption.
…
“No.”
“What do you mean by no?”
“No.” He nodded politely, moving past her and flopping on the sofa.
Then he busied himself with his Game Boy.
Of course, Lily was having none of it.
“Harry!” She sat beside him and snatched his console. “You can’t say no. And it’s a friendly match. Alice and I were just ribbing each other. We both thought it would be good for you two to actually fight and learn.”
“First of all, the match will be one-sided. Nev can’t beat me. And secondly, I don’t want to waste my time due to your challenge; I’d rather stay home and play games.” He sighed, gesturing to her to give his Game Boy back.
She chuckled at his reply. “You’re just as arrogant as me. Saying ‘Nev can’t beat me’ even though you’ve never duelled in your life. I’m afraid you’re overestimating yourself, Harry. While I know you can defeat him, I don’t think it will be one-sided. Well, that is unless you use Magiscape, which will be unfair and an overkill.”
That piqued his interest.
“You think I can’t beat Nev in under one minute with all the spells I know? Not to forget that I know wandless magic too.”
She placed her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. “You know the spells, true. But have you ever used them in combat? I don’t even remember if you had any altercations after that brawl in your first year.”
“I didn’t,” he answered. The only time he ever fought was in his first year. And that time he hadn’t used spells and simply pummelled the trollson with his fists.
Now that he thought about it, he really didn’t know how to duel.
“See? This will benefit you too. I won’t lie that I don’t want to one-up Alice and tease her, but I also want you to learn duelling. As you know, Magiscape is best used indirectly. Because if people ever realised how vulnerable they are to our brand of magic, then we would be fucked. And that’s putting it mildly. You don’t want to know how cruel people can be when they feel threatened.”
Her tone was dead serious as she offered him this lecture.
He couldn’t find anything wrong with it. He had seen Tracey become paranoid and distrustful when they had the discussion about his power. And she was his best friend. He could only imagine the strangers’ violent reactions once they realised how defenceless they were against his power.
She was right. Direct use of Magiscape in a fight would invite a disaster.
“Alright.”
She beamed and planted a kiss on his cheek.
As they stood up and prepared to portkey, a part of his mind wondered if kissing her on the mouth would feel just as good as kissing Susan.
But it was just a silly thought in the end.
Unlike Susan, his mum never participated in the ‘exploration’.
He had learnt that she was amused and tolerant, even flattered by his attention. She also teased him sometimes by showing skin or pressing against him. But that was it. She never acknowledged his actions and continued her oblivious act, allowing him to touch her to his heart’s content.
Kissing her while she pretended it wasn’t happening didn’t sound fun.
Honestly, touching her while she pretended ignorance didn’t seem too fun either. After his relationship with Susan began, he had come to learn that touching someone who touched you back was far more pleasant than simply groping an uninterested person.
He wouldn’t lie. He’d still touch his mum whenever he wanted, because she was just so damn attractive. And why not? If she had been bothered by his growing interest in her body, she’d have stopped him by now. The lack of protests meant that she was okay with his attention. And although he’d prefer her to touch him back and abandon her oblivious act, he was fine with just fondling her body too.
He knew when not to be too greedy, after all.
“You there?” She snapped her finger before his eyes, startling him. “What are you thinking?’
“Nothing.”
She looked doubtful but didn’t press further and grabbed the other end of the quill.
He activated the portkey with the tap of his wand. He only had enough time to holster it back before an invisible hook sank into his gut, yanking him miles away from his flat.
They landed in the lounge of the Longbottom Mansion. And unlike Potter Manor, it was more modernised. The entire mansion wouldn’t look out of place in some posh area of London.
“You actually came.” Alice gave a little chuckle, sitting on a long white settee that made an L around a glass table.
Some distance away on the other side of the glass table was a large television box, which, at the moment, was turned off. It was quite large, definitely bigger than the ones in their flat and on par with the one at Potter Manor.
Rich people—you can’t help but be jealous of them.
“Of course. You didn’t think I was just hot air, did you?” His mum smiled sharply, sauntering up to her.
Harry was fast on her heels, already feeling exasperated by these two’s antics.
“Hello, Alice. Looking as beautiful as ever.” He greeted her casually, coming to stand beside his mum.
And indeed, she looked resplendent in her flowy black dress, which contrasted well with her milky pale skin. He always appreciated how her dresses managed to look loose and comfy and yet were able to accentuate her perfect figure.
Not a difficult job if someone had such thick curves like her.
What he wouldn’t give to faceplant in her boobs? And he had to someday find the answer to the most important question of his life.
Whose boobs were bigger, Alice’s or his mum’s?
On the surface level, their sizes looked surprisingly the same, but he was sure there was a minute difference that would be revealed if they stood side-by-side with their succulent tits out.
He still stood by his first impression. Alice was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, objectively speaking. And she looked doubly attractive—if that was possible—when she let her pitch-black hair down, allowing it to frame her majestic face in a neat stream.
Subjectively speaking, he didn’t think anyone could challenge his mum.
Alice stood up and stopped before him, holding him by his shoulders, her lips curving up in a small smile. “You’ve grown.”
It had been nearly a year since they last saw each other.
“That’s what teenagers do. It’s natural,” he said, resisting the urge to breathe in her rosy scent or to pull her closer by her waist.
She rolled her eyes and stepped back. “You’ve gotten less shy.”
“Thank Merlin for that.”
“Children, they grow so quickly, don’t they, Lils?” Alice smiled wryly at his sarcastic comments.
“True, it seems just yesterday when I was changing Harry’s—”
“WHAT is this thing about duelling?” He interrupted unsubtly and directed his question to Alice, not wanting to listen to that.
The two women shared a giggle like immature schoolgirls.
“In the morning, when I visited your mum, we talked about everything, as we often do. I just said that Neville is advancing quickly in magical combat because I train him every summer. Lils couldn’t keep shut, and she said you’re learning magical combat too. Then we started arguing about who’s stronger and were unable to reach common ground. This duel is to see who’s correct,” she explained, sharing an embarrassed look with his mum.
And these two were supposed to be adults? Who were using their children as a proxy for this challenge?
“But it’s friendly,” Alice said, noticing his irritated look. “While we both want to be right, we also want to see you both in action. This will help us catch your mistakes and weaknesses, which will further help us create better training plans. You two are now fourteen, and you need to be at least decent at duelling.”
Harry could clearly see that this was just a dick measuring contest under the guise of ‘motherly worries’. But he was curious enough about Neville’s skills to ignore that.
“Okay.”
There was one more reason.
He wanted to beat Neville and show Alice who was the boss. After all, he couldn’t allow his sexy goddess to think he was inferior to her son.
~xXxXx~
“I’m sorry about my mum.” Neville groaned as they stood in the centre of the duelling room.
The ‘duelling room’ was just a large, empty basement under the mansion. Various runes were carved on the four white walls; their function was probably to absorb stray spells.
“Me too.” Harry laughed, patting his back and looking to his left, where his mum and Alice were leaning against the wall with notebooks and pens out, their hawk-like gazes already fixed on them.
“I must say it’s your mum’s bad influence; no offence. Before her, my mum was so calm and rational,” Neville said with a head shake, frowning at the two women.
“Hey! You can’t blame my—”
“GO HARRY! BEAT HIM TO PULP!”
He winced, deciding not to defend her after that.
Though his eyes widened when Alice joined in too.
“GO NEVILLE! ANNIHILATE HIM!”
Now that hurt deeply, akin to a barbed spear getting shoved through his heart. His goddess herself was cheering for his annihilation. Could anything be more tragic than that? Was there anyone who suffered more than him?
“See what I mean?” Neville facepalmed, shushing them rudely.
“At least they’re not wearing cheerleader outfits. Though I wouldn’t have minded seeing your mum in a sexy mini skirt.” Harry joked, wiping the drool from his mouth.
Such a pious image. This would surely aid him in his ‘self-pleasure’ sessions in the future.
“I can say the same. I’d love to see your mum in a shell top too. Her large, bouncing tits would make my day.” Neville fired back, shooting him a dirty look.
Harry lost his dreamy grin and offered him a sombre nod. “Let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”
“Good. I’ll pretend I didn’t make a lewd comment about your mum either.”
They both bowed in sync and began walking in reverse, creating the necessary space between them for the impending duel.
Their mums had gotten silent, knowing not to disturb them now.
“Only mild spells, right, Nev?” Harry shouted once they were on opposite sides, flicking his wrist and catching his wand as it flew out of the holster.
It was just as cool as ever.
“Yes. Don’t want to accidentally kill you!” Neville yelled back, pulling out his wand from its sheath at his waist.
Damn it, that was freaking cool too. It was like Neville was roleplaying as a knight, unsheathing his sword.
“I can say the same!” Harry retorted.
“You can! Or can you?”
His lips twitched, and his eyes glowed. “Let’s start!”
“Gladly! Expelliarmus!”
He easily dodged the red streak of light and returned fire. “Aqua Eructo!”
A massive amount of water erupted in Neville’s direction. The force of the blast nearly propelled Harry back, but he held onto the wand with both of his hands, directing the explosion, unable to hear anything over the rush of the water, unable to see anything as water sprinkles rained over his face.
When he cut off the spell, he expected a doused Neville shivering on the floor, crying for his mommy. What he hadn’t expected was a smug Neville standing entirely dry with his wand jutted forward. Like he was thrusting some sword.
Harry’s spell had reached him; there was no doubt about it. The wet floor was proof enough. And that very floor answered his question.
The dry patch began a few feet away from Neville and expanded in a V shape.
It appeared as if the jet of water had parted into two when it met with his wand.
“Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!”
Harry abandoned trying to understand what Neville did and began dodging and weaving through the spells, jumping out of the spell paths, doing everything to miss them.
But no matter how quick he was, his limited stamina was going to run out soon. And Neville’s effortless spamming of stunners wasn’t helping him a bit. The fucker wasn’t giving him a single chance to fight back, having trapped him in a dodging and jumping loop.
He hadn’t known that Neville was so inhumanely quick with his wand.
Every time he stepped away from a spell, other three-four spells were already seeking him, giving him no opportunity to yell a shield charm or fire back.
A yelp escaped him as he stumbled right in front of another stunner.
Fuck!
Harry used his mum’s technique—the trick where he filled his body with magic and circulated it—to gain more speed and strength. It was this edge that let him spin away from the spell and finally scream a spell out. “Incendio Maxima!”
The sudden increase in his speed bamboozled Neville, who barely erected a shield charm “Protego!” at the last moment. But the impact of the fire was enough to send him sprawling.
There he lay on his back as Harry prepared to finish him off with an elaborate spell, as the water vapour hissed into existence, the liquid instantly evaporated from the scorching heat.
“Fulmen Minima!”
Neville rolled away as a weak bolt of lightning struck the floor.
“For the fuck’s sake!” Harry cursed, panting audibly, exhausted beyond his limit. He wished he had been more physically active; then he wouldn’t be on the cusp of fainting after just minutes of fighting.
Today’s duel showed him how unfit he was.
Neville, for his part, was breathing heavily too, but he didn’t appear ready to keel over any second like him.
“Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!”
Harry groaned and simply conjured an ethereal shield, “Protego!” too tired to dodge or jump around.
The third spell shattered the blue shield. And he would’ve been a goner if he hadn’t spun away and created another shield.
But that wasn’t all he did. Hidden behind the creaking shield, he snapped his fingers in front of him, and a bolt of lightning whistled towards his friend.
Neville was so shocked by the display of wandless and non-verbal magic that he reacted too late.
The weak bolt of lightning struck him in the chest and flung him a couple of feet away.
Harry himself lay down on the floor, huffing like a donkey, his chest visibly inflating and deflating.
‘I had to reveal so many abilities to take him down. Is this even a win?’ The question popped into his head as he stared at the ceiling.
“You alright?” His mum kneeled at his side, poking his ribs.
“Is Nev alright?”
“He’s cursing you for taking him by surprise, so I’d say he’s fine.” She smiled, helping him to his feet.
“You were right. I don’t know shit about duelling.”
“And do you know what you did wrong today?” She asked, placing her arm around his back and herding him towards the other two.
“Uh, I was slow?”
She shook her head. “While Neville is undoubtedly physically faster and stronger than you, that’s not something you could have changed in this duel. So I won’t say it counts as a mistake.”
“You were pretentious.” Neville answered instead, leaning on his mum just like he was leaning on his.
Damn it, he wanted to lean on Alice too. Did Neville grope his mum too? He didn’t think so; he had a feeling that he was the only weird one like that.
Such a wasted opportunity. If Alice was his mum…
He banished the dirty thoughts and focused on the present.
“I was?”
“Yes. All your spells were flashy and time-consuming. If you had simply used the conventional spells, then you wouldn’t have been rag-rolled like that.”
Harry thought about it and gave him a nod. That was true in hindsight. Unlike Neville, who was content with just using stunners, he wanted to use ‘grand’ spells.
He’d be careful next time. “Still, I won, sucker.”
“Fuck you.”
“Lils, your son is a bad influence.”
“Fuck you.”
“Lils, you are a bad influence.”
“Fuck you?”
~xXxXx~
Tracey bid Tina Greengrass farewell and directly floo-ed to platform nine and three-quarters.
This summer had been the best one of her life.
Daphne had finally acknowledged her as her sister and invited her to stay for the holidays. Which was nothing short of a miracle. She had estimated it would take years to break the wall around her half-sister. But it seemed the blonde was a softie after all.
Strangely, it wasn’t the biggest surprise this summer.
That title belonged to the first meeting she had with Tina.
She didn’t even know why she ever thought her stepmother would hold some sort of grudge. Because Tina Greengrass turned out to be the kindest person she had ever met. Which somehow was earth-shattering for her.
Weren’t stepmothers meant to be evil?
She wouldn’t lie; she sobbed her heart out when she had been hugged by her. Becoming a putty in her arms as Tina whispered reassurances in her ear, as she told her everything would be alright and that they were now a family.
It was the most cherished moment of her life, reminding her of the glaring hole that was left in her soul because of the abandonment by her parents, which was then promptly filled by Tina.
She was almost sure Tina was an angel in disguise; otherwise, how else could someone who had suffered so much at a monster’s hands remain so kind and pure?
Shaking the sweet memories spent with her new family, she hurried when she saw a head full of wild black hair.
The only thorn left in this rose was Daphne’s insistence on keeping their relationship a secret until they became strong enough to protect each other. Her sister thought that this status quo was perfect and that they were both safe in their separate groups: she with Harry and Daphne with the Slytherins.
But at Tin—mum’s request, Daphne caved in and gave her permission to share it with Harry.
And she was so damn eager to do that.
This would finally pacify him, and the growing distance between them would at last be closed, returning their friendship to the peak it was before.
Due to the crowd between them, she was unable to catch Harry on the platform.
But she finally found him in the train, seated between Susan and a young boy, who must be his brother due to their similar looks.
“Who’s this cutie?” She teased, standing before the three.
“Trace!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up to his feet and taking her in his arms.
She embraced him tightly, her face buried in his chest.
She had missed this.
She had missed him.
She had thought that his freaky powers would end up scaring her away, breaking the bond they had created, but the months of separation had proved how important he was to her.
Even her survival instinct was ignored by her desire to be with him.
As they parted, she kissed his cheek, at the corner of his mouth.
If he thought it lasted longer than necessary, if he thought it was dangerously close to his lips, then he didn’t mention it, opting to just regard her with a warm look.
“This is Julie. My younger sister. Julie, meet Tracey, my best friend.” Harry grinned, his arms still loosely coiled around her waist.
“It’s Julian!” His brother grumbled, kicking him on the leg. “Nice to meet you, Tracey.”
“Same to you, Julian.” She laughed, giving Susan a smile and a nod.
Susan smiled back. “Good to see you again, Tracey. How was summer? Mine was the best, for sure.”
“Same. My summer was eventful.” She nodded and remained standing as Harry plopped back and began teasing his brother.
‘The nod means move away from Harry and give me my seat.’ Tracey nodded again, receiving an amused grin in return with a head shake.
Tracey’s amicable smile disappeared, and she tried to wedge between her and Harry.
“Oi, don’t jump in my lap. Take the free seat.” The ginger grumbled good-naturedly, pushing her away.
“Oops, sorry, Susan.”
“No problem.”
Harry, too lost in gaming with Julian on the Game Boy, missed this tense exchange.
Not wanting to make a scene, she slumped down on the berth opposite them.
Her golden eyes gained a cold look as she stared at Susan.
Everyone in their group knew that her place beside Harry was fixed. No matter where they sat, a seat by his side must be kept for her. No one had ever contested that, having no problem with the arrangement. Neither Susan nor Hannah.
This abrupt defiance prickled her more than she thought it would.
She wanted her place beside Harry back.
She wanted him to lean on her and instruct her on how to use the Game Boy.
But that was not possible at the moment.
She couldn’t displace Julian in good conscience, and Susan was acting weird.
It was like someone had squeezed a lemon in her hot chocolate, destroying a perfect drink.
Even after Hannah, Neville, and Hermione joined them, her mood remained sour. Well, her inside mood remained sour. Outwardly, she remained all smiling and chatty, even though she wanted to sucker punch Susan for spoiling her perfect day.
“When’s the trolley going to come here?” Julian complained, elbowing Harry, who simply shrugged.
Hermione looked out and shook her head. “It will take some time.”
“I’ll go check it. I need to use the loo anyway,” Harry said, getting up and sliding the compartment door open.
Minutes later, Susan left the compartment too.
~xXxXx~
Bonus Scene
Harry slammed her against the wall and kissed her roughly.
Susan’s legs curled around his waist, her heels digging into his back, allowing him to support her body.
A tinkling laugh left her as he unbuttoned her shirt and rubbed his face on her soft bra-clad breasts.
A knock on the toilet door made them freeze.
“It’s occupied, can’t you see?” Harry barked.
A girlish eep was followed by a sorry, and the stranger fled.
Harry was already too busy snogging her to give any reply.
Susan gasped in his mouth as he squeezed her arse and pressed harder against her.
As they had gotten used to doing, he adjusted his position until his covered crotch pressed against her core.
In this position, she could do nothing but hang onto him as he rubbed his groin against her.
She captured his mouth again, tugging at his hair as they lost themselves in the haze of lust.
