QUICK FIC: Everyone Wants Harry Part 29: Kiss

Their return to the castle had been about as slow as possible while not outright standing still, but Harry and Susan were back, standing in the Great Hall hand-in-hand. With no classes to get to and nowhere they needed to go, pockets of students who had already returned from Hogsmeade were sitting around the Great Hall, chatting and laughing. Some of them might just stay down here until dinner was served.

He spotted Hannah and Hermione sitting across from each other at one of the tables, with Hannah seemingly pointing out things from the book opened in front of her and Hermione making notes. Harry glanced at Susan, wondering if he should suggest that they go sit with their friends. He'd had a great time with Susan, and he would rather not let go of her hand just yet, but he wasn't sure what came next now that they were back in the Great Hall.

Before he could suggest that they go and sit with Hermione and Hannah, Susan squeezed Harry’s hand. He hesitated, recognizing that she had something she wanted to say.

“Harry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” He tried to sound casual, but he was very interested in whatever it was she had to say.

“Do you want to go back to my room?" she asked him quietly. His head turned toward her suddenly, and his surprise must have shown on his face because she blushed and shook her head. "I-I didn't mean...I, uh, I'm not ready for that yet," she stammered. She licked her lips nervously, her cheeks still pink, and Harry wondered if she had any clue how cute she looked to him right now. "But I really like kissing you, and—and I'd like to do it some more. You know, without anyone around watching us."

She fell silent and looked at him, waiting for his answer. Susan looked anxious, like she might actually be worried about him saying no. If so, she was being ridiculous.

“Lead the way, Susan,” he said. She was still blushing, but her smile lit up her face.

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Kissing Susan Bones in Hogsmeade was a sweet moment, one that Harry knew he was going to appreciate forever, no matter what happened between them. Those kisses had been chaste, but kissing her in her bedroom was quickly turning into something else.

In here, they didn’t have to pull back after a few seconds, and no one was there watching their every move. A handful of their fellow 8th years had been relaxing in the common room area of their dorm, and they’d seen Susan let Harry into her room, so word would undoubtedly spread throughout the castle over the rest of the weekend. Rumors would fly about what they’d gotten up to behind Susan’s closed, locked, and silenced door.

Harry didn’t care. Right now, Harry’s vision did not stretch out beyond this bed, beyond holding Susan in his arms and letting the minutes tick by as he kissed her. Or, more accurately, letting the minutes tick by while she kissed him.

He didn't know what Susan was and wasn't prepared for and where the invisible line might be, so he was content to let her lead the way. It was her who'd sat him down on the edge of her bed, turned his head toward her, and started kissing him. Her kisses had felt much like the chaste kisses they'd shared in the village, at least at first, but it didn’t take long for Susan to kiss him deeper and leave her lips against his longer before pulling back to catch her breath. He'd been able to feel her tentativeness in the initial kisses, but she started kissing him with more passion and pushing forward confidently once she got comfortable. It was exciting to see and even more exciting to feel. Shy, sweet Susan was pushing her tongue in his mouth. It was a brand-new side of her, and Harry felt privileged to be the first one she'd shown it to.

He had one arm around her waist as they sat next to each other and kissed, but Susan, deciding that she needed more, turned to face him fully and climbed onto his lap. Harry groaned into her kiss, putting his arms around her as she squirmed against him and kissed him deeply. This was rapidly heating up, and Harry couldn't tell where it was going to stop at this point. He'd figured that they would just sit on her bed and kiss for a bit, maybe holding the kiss for longer than they'd be able to get away with in the middle of Hogsmeade but retaining the same sweet, chaste feeling.

This wasn’t sweet; it was hot, urgent, and demanding. No woman had ever kissed Harry with this much raw passion or this much need. Susan was kissing him like kissing him was an urge she’d kept bottled up for far too long, and it was now erupting without anything to contain it.

The kiss alone would have been enough to arouse Harry's desire, especially with Susan sitting on his lap and his hands on her back as he held her curvy body in his arms. But it was not just Susan's lips that revealed her excitement. Her wiggling around in his lap might have been her just trying to get comfortable at first, but her hips were now rocking back and forth deliberately. Harry didn't know if she was consciously aware of what she was doing or if she was focused fully on their kisses and her hips were moving on their own without her realizing it. Either way, Harry's body responded the only way that it could with the sexy, curvy redhead grinding against him, even fully clothed.

Harry groaned into their kiss, so turned on by Susan dry-humping him that he forgot about his earlier decision to let her lead this and take it only as far as she was comfortable with. His hands moved down her back, grabbed hold of her thick arsecheeks through her dress, and gave them both a good grope. It was the fattest bum he’d ever touched, fatter even than Aurora’s, and it felt fantastic in his hands even with her dress still in the way.

Susan broke their kiss, gasping, and her dry humping came to an end. She pulled her head back slightly and stared into Harry’s eyes, her cheeks a darker red than he’d ever seen them. Harry, realizing where his hands were, pulled them off of Susan’s arse quickly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling rather short of breath himself. Susan shook her head.

“Don’t be,” she breathed, scooting off of him and moving back on her knees. “I got a little carried away, and—”

Whatever Susan was about to say died in her throat, and her mouth made an oval as she stared at the bulge in his trousers. She had to have felt it against her while she was grinding against him, but maybe she’d gotten so lost in kissing him that she hadn’t recognized it for what it was. She certainly was aware of it now, though.

“Merlin,” Susan whispered, continuing to stare at Harry’s cock bulging in his trousers. Like it had a mind of its own, her right hand slowly started to stretch out toward his trousers.

What comes next?