The DA (Harry Potter)

The DA (Harry Potter)

A/N: The DA is a discontinued commission that originally ran for two parts from May to October of 2020. Posting it up now as a one-shot for people here to enjoy!

Summary: An AU in which Harry initially refuses to help Hermione form the DA. Instead, it takes a lot of convincing, and along the way Hermione discovers some things about both Harry and herself.

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Threesome

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Something was going on, even an idiot could have seen that with enough context clues, and Hermione was no idiot. It'd all started at the beginning of the year... their Fifth Year, to be exact. After an entire summer of the Ministry calling Harry a liar, Hermione hadn't known what to expect. However, the moment she'd laid eyes upon the Ministry's stooge, their new DADA Professor, Dolores Umbridge, she'd known the woman would be bad news.

She was the worst sort too. The type of teacher who didn't even teach. It left Hermione beside herself with fury, especially since this was SUPPOSED to be their OWL year! Not only were they not learning what they needed to know to properly fight Voldemort and his forces, they were being handicapped right before an important set of tests! It was unconscionable, in Hermione's humble opinion.

Which was why she'd thought having Harry teach everyone would be a good idea. After all, not only had he gotten special attention from Professor Lupin in their third year, he had spent the entirety of their fourth year studying at a similar level to what Hermione herself did on a regular basis, just to have a chance at surviving the Triwizard Tournament.

Plus, in stark contrast to Hermione, Harry was a natural leader. It was obvious he should be in charge. But instead of being willing to listen that days in Hog's Head, he'd taken one look at the massive crowd of students who she'd spent so much time getting to show up, and then snorted derisively and walked out.

Hermione had raced after him of course, asking for an explanation. And to be fair, Harry had given her one. He hadn't given her the silent treatment or the cold shoulder that he'd been giving Ron since the other boy's actions early last year. Harry and Ron would probably never be friends again, Hermione had begun to accept that by that point, even if it felt strange, like she was being pulled apart between them.

Regardless, Harry's resentment towards the Hogwarts population for harassing him in his Fourth Year, combined with how many students thought he was lying about Voldemort being back now thanks to the Ministry's propaganda... it had left him isolated, and from the look of things, he wanted to stay that way. He wouldn't teach any of them, that was what he'd told Hermione, and in the end, when she'd asked him who would teach them in preparation for their owls if Umbridge wouldn't, Harry had made it abundantly clear that it wasn't his problem.

With nothing left to do, Hermione was forced to simply... let the matter lie. After all, she couldn't possibly lead the group herself. She was no leader; she had no real force of personality behind her. Harry would have been the lynchpin, but with him out, the entire project fell apart before it could even truly become a blip on Umbridge's radar.

However, within a few weeks, Hermione's prayers are seemingly answered anyways. Namely, Umbridge is nearly killed in her classroom after hours in some strange accident involving cats and quills. Nobody knows what happened, exactly, not even the Aurors that come to investigate on the Minister's behalf are able to find anything. There's some bluster from Fudge about it being a direct assault on his appointed official by Dumbledore himself, but with no proof, that accusation falls to the wayside.

Hermione's initial hope is that it means they'll get a competent DADA Professor to replace Dolores' inadequate teaching style. There's still a chance for them to get caught up in time for their OWLs! Oh, and to prepare for fighting Voldemort, of course... but Hermione's hopes are dashed her very next DADA Class, when she finds out that the Ministry has appointed Percy Weasley as Umbridge's replacement.

The boy is even worse then Dolores, in Hermione's humble opinion. Not that most of the school would agree with her. Umbridge was a tyrant, and was quickly shaping up to cause massive trauma, abuse, and damage to the next generation of witches and wizards, far beyond some simple bad grades. In comparison, Percy Weasley had no inclination towards tyranny... only in enforcing the Ministry's will by droning on and on as he reads from pamphlets that the Ministry of Magic gave him.

It's awful, in Hermione's opinion. They don't even get to crack open their ministry-approved textbooks anymore, it's all just droning lectures, like Binns and the Goblin Rebellions, except at least with that, the tests the ghost gives actually cover the material he lectures about. Hermione knows for a fact that their OWLs will expect them to be far more competent then the likes of Percy Weasley is preparing them for.

Meanwhile, Harry is practically nowhere to be found. Oh sure, he shows up here and there for classes and the like, but he stops coming to meals and Hermione practically never sees him in the Gryffindor Tower any longer. Asking Ron about his sleeping habits reveals that Harry isn't even in his bed, most nights.

Hermione is left worried... and in the end, she KNOWS she has to confront him. She does so in her typical manner, but at least makes sure they're alone before she asks him point blank what the heck is happening.

"Harry, what's been going on with you? Where have you been?"

Harry just quirks the corner of his mouth up in a bit of a grin at that.

"Good to see you didn't bring along half of the student population this time, 'Mione. I might have walked out on you again if that had been the case."

Hermione blushes a little bit at the reminder. They're currently standing in an abandoned classroom that she'd managed to convince Harry to meet her in. It meant they had relative privacy, as everywhere else in the castle tended to either be lined with portraits in terms of the corridors or filled with people in terms of outdoors meeting areas or house common rooms.

Regardless, Harry isn't done speaking, giving her a shrug as he continues on.

"As for what's been going on with me and where I've been, the two questions have the same answer. I'm working on beating Voldemort, once and for all. After all, somebody has to."

Blinking at that, Hermione puffs her cheeks out in indignation.

"Why won't you help me teach the others then? After all, if You-Know-Who attacks, who will save them if they can't save themselves?!"

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Perhaps the Professors? At the very least, I'd hope that Hogwarts' defenses would be enough to hold him back. Though I won't waste my breath on that. Still, we have the mightiest wizard of our time as Headmaster, Hermione. If Dumbledore can't protect his students from Voldemort, then what the hell are the students supposed to do?"

Hermione bites her lower lip... and then breaks, bringing her hands together in front of her and looking up at Harry beseechingly.

"P-Please, Harry. Please lead a class, I'm desperate! Our OWLs are right around the corner now, you know! I can't fail my DADA OWL! I just can't! I'll Do ANYTHING if you'll just lead one class for us, anything at all!"

Pausing, Harry looks at Hermione in a new light... and a slow smile spreads across her face.

"Now I get it."

Taken aback, Hermione looks befuddled.

"W-What?"

Chuckling, Harry takes a step forward, into Hermione's personal space.

"This isn't about Voldemort at all, 'Mione. You're just afraid of getting a bad grade."

Hermione sputters and stammers at that, trying to squeak out a few excuses, like no she does care about fighting Voldemort, a-and OWLs are going to follow them for the rest of their lives, so it's not JUST a bad grade... but before she can really say anything, Harry presses a finger to her lips, silencing her. Him doing so causes Hermione to go still... because honestly, being physically made to shut up is sort of a turn on for her.

Luckily, she's already blushing when he does so, and after a moment Harry just smiles and pulls his hand away, before offering it to her for her to take.

"You'll do anything, right? Come on then, there's something I want to show you."

Not even hesitating, though perhaps moving slowly, Hermione gives Harry her hand and lets him lead her out of the abandoned classroom and all the way up to the Seventh Floor. Then, he has them walk back and forth down the same stretch of corridor several times. Hermione is just about to ask what Harry is doing, when they stop, and she realizes there's a door there that wasn't before.

"This... is the Room of Requirement."

Hermione can only gaze around in awe as Harry leads her inside. The Room of Requirement, at least as far as Hermione can see since this is her first time in here, is an advanced, fully-equipped training room. It's got exercise equipment, dueling circles, training dummies... the works. This must have been where Harry was. He's clearly been training both his body and his magic these last several weeks.

Moving to the middle of the room, Harry turns back to regard Hermione, smiling slightly.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

"Here's the deal, 'Mione. If you do everything that I ask of you for the next three days, then I will consider teaching a class of handpicked students. But only if you do EVERYTHING that I tell you to. You're always free to say no... but then this exercise ends, and I don't owe your or anyone else anything."

Hermione swallows thickly, more than a little surprised. Sure, Harry is a natural born leader and a force of personality, which was why she'd wanted him in charge of their group in the first place... but she's never seen him this dominant before. It's kind of hot.

"O-Okay. I... accept."

Before she can even react, Harry draws his wand and disarms her, before swishing his wand... and stripping her naked. Hermione's eyes go wide as she suddenly feels the cool air of the room across her exposed nipples and clit, and she lets out an embarrassed shriek as she hastily tries to cover up her developing body. Fourth Year had been a big year for the young witch, she'd matured a lot and learned how to pretty herself up and look like a real girl. But now it was Fifth Year, and over the summer she'd sort of become a mostly developed young woman overnight.

She still had some growing to do, but she new she was quite beautiful... just as she knew she was now quite naked. Of course, before Hermione can do much beyond squeak in outrage, Harry is turning his wand on himself... and stripping naked as well. His clothes vanish too, and for a moment Hermione is transfixed, staring at Harry's impeccable abs, the last several weeks of intense physical and magical training clearly having done something amazing for him.

Not to mention, down between his legs is... a gorgeous member, not even hard yet, though quickly rising thanks to her nudity. Hermione stares at Harry's cock, right up until she realizes it's not getting bigger just because it's getting harder, but also because Harry is getting closer. Stammering, Hermione backs up until she hits a wall, and then Harry is right in front of her, and she's blushing profusely and wiggling in front of him.

He stops and gives her a soft smile as he leans over her, planting his hands on either side of her head.

"Like I said, 'Mione. We can stop at any time... you can go if you want. I'll give you your clothes back, even. Or... you can stay right where you are and enjoy."

Hermione just blinks, befuddled... right up until Harry drops to his knees, grabs her by her hips, and begins to eat her out on the spot. The sudden bout of cunnilingus is NOT what Hermione is expecting if she's being honest. She's expecting Harry to order HER down on her knees and tell HER to perform oral instead. After all, she's supposed to be doing whatever he asks of her for the next three days. And rather than making her do anything for him, the first thing he does i-is eat her out?

Its mind-boggling... and mind-melting as well. In no time at all, a combination of Harry's teeth on her clit and his fingers in her cunt bring Hermione off. She cums hard, she cums explosively... and when he stands up and pushes her to her knees to return the favor, Hermione happily does so, dropping down and taking his erection into her mouth.

It's difficult to handle his entire cock, and she ends up choking a little bit here and there, but nevertheless, Harry starting things off by eating her out first has made it feel almost like Hermione needs to reciprocate, like she needs to show she can give back just as well. Of course, she's also doing this so that Harry will teach them how to pass their OWLs. Yes, that's still the overriding factor, it's certainly not that she'd had a long time crush on her best friend and is finally being given a way to indulge in her desires without having to confront them.

When Harry finally takes her, after he's thoroughly warmed her up with his fingers and his mouth, her pussy dripping wet and her own jaw aching a bit from sucking his cock... it's not exactly in a lovey-dovey sort of way. But perhaps it's exactly what Hermione deserves. He wordlessly conjures up a set of wooden stocks for her, and Hermione wordlessly obeys his unspoken command, placing herself in them and letting him lock the stockade over the back of her neck and her wrists.

He fucks her from behind, his fat cock penetrating her virgin cunt without hesitation. Hermione moans throatily because truth be told... she can't get enough of it. Being dominated, being fucked silly... she's had fantasies about both for a while now. Honestly, she'd half-hoped that Krum would be the one to take her and dominate her last year during the Triwizard Tournament.

She'd played hard to get, before finally allowing him to take her to the Ball. She'd wondered at the time if either Krum or Ron would finally make a move, finally take her to task for being such a tease. She'd certainly done more than enough to rile up both men. But now Hermione understood the truth. They weren't men, they were boys. They were never going to give her what she needed.

Instead, she was finally getting to be with Harry, a concept that Hermione had honestly given up on. Or so she'd thought. Now that she was getting bent over and plowed, tied up and fucked from behind by her best friend, she could finally give in to all of the desires that have plagued her for years now. It was so very rough, so very dominant... and oh so hot.

Harry fucks her cunt... but then he fucks her ass. He continually offers her outs as he keeps plowing her silly, reminding her that she only has to say the word, and this will all stop. But Hermione doesn't want it to end. The pleasure and pain are both exquisite, and all Hermione wants is more. As he plows her two lower orifices hard and fast, the gorgeous brunette witch cums again and again around his cock.

Finally, he spins the stocks around and Hermione opens her mouth happily, greedily sucking his throbbing cock past her pouty lips. When he begins to cum, she swallows it down, practically able to feel the magical power in his glorious white nectar. She drinks and drinks and drinks some more, her face flushed, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks, and her eyes glazed over with desire and need.

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It's a couple days later, and they're in a similar state, with Harry having just finished coating her tits with his spunk. Hermione has almost completely forgotten her original goal at this point, as she kneels there in front of him, lifting her breasts to her mouth with her hands and sucking and licking them both clean, one by one. She's been completely caught up in all the rough sex, truth be told. It's been so fucking amazing, being Harry's little fuck toy.

"... You really aren't going to back down, are you Hermione? In fact, I'd even go so far as to say you're enjoying this at this point."

Hermione's blush intensifies at that, and she doesn't dare look Harry in the eye. Instead, the brunette focuses on continuing to clean herself off with her tongue, knowing that it turns the powerful young wizard on like nothing else. However, rather than fucking her again, Harry is suddenly clad in robes, his delicious cock disappearing into the voluminous garments as he gestures for her to rise. He then conjures a set of robes for her as well, leaving Hermione furrowing her brow in confusion.

"Ready? Be-!"

Before Harry can finish the word 'Begin!', the door to the Room of Requirement opens and an entire gaggle of Susan Bones stride into the room. Oddly enough, a couple are noticeably years older than the others. The majority are all Susan's age though, and each and every one of them is scantily clad, stripped down to either their bloomers, or sexy lingerie of some configuration.

Beaming, Susan lifts her wand, not towards Harry, but towards herself. She transfigures her clothing into a sexy ensemble she had in mind of Hufflepuff colors, and in doing so melts into the crowd of fellow Susans as each and every one of them licks their lips salaciously and eyes their opponent. Harry, for his part, is staring at them all rather shocked. It's clear that they managed to surprise him.

"""Ready, Harry? Because we certainly are!"""

And with that, the Susans all pounce as one, including the original, or rather, the one from the present.

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Harry isn't an idiot. But that doesn't mean he can't be blindsided. He's quickly disarmed of his wand, but it's not Susan's intention to beat him in a wizarding duel by outright brawling him with ten different versions of herself. No, it's quickly becoming apparent that it was never her intention to fight a wizarding duel in the first place. Instead, once he's disarmed, he's quickly disrobed as well.

His cock is hurriedly freed from it's confines by grasping hands, and while there's a few gasps and moans of eagerness at his size, there's not all that much surprise. After all, this gaggle of vivacious red heads have seen it all before, now haven't they?

To reiterate, Harry isn't an idiot. This had come out of nowhere, but he's quickly getting a handle on the situation, even as the many Susans endeavor to drown him in their nubile, supple, and sometimes incredibly curvaceous bodies. Somehow, or rather, most likely via her Aunt, Susan Bones had gotten hold of a Time Turner. Whether she'd stolen it or borrowed it legitimately mattered little, because Harry was pretty sure this wasn't it's intended use either way.

Obviously, all of these new Susans were from the future. Some of them were from more than a few years in the future, from the look of things, which meant that Susan either kept access to the Time Turner for a few years more or gained access to a new one down the line. Either way, he was dealing with a majority of Susans that had to be from this year based on their ages and dress, and then two or three Susans who were older and more... experienced.

All of them, however, were eagerly trying to dominate him with their nubile bodies. And yet, Harry could see it in their eyes. He could see it in each of their gazes. They all knew better, save one. This was the present Susan's plan... and all of her future selves knew it would only end in one way. Seeing that acceptance in their eyes... it more than gave Harry the strength to preserve and begin fighting back. He would meet this challenge with gusto.

Grabbing the nearest Susan by her fiery red locks, Harry slams his mouth into hers quite roughly, messing up her lipstick as he sticks his tongue down her throat. The way the future Susan immediately buckles under his kiss, experiencing a minor orgasm as she immediately submits to him instinctively, only further confirms what Harry already knew about how this day would turn out.

He makes out with that Susan for a while as the others either worship his cock and balls or run their hands and tongues along his now-naked body. Eventually though, one of them manages to capture his cock in her mouth properly, and that's the one Harry grabs the hair of with her other hang.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Driving her up and down his dick, Harry groans into the mouth of the Susan he's kissing as he face fucks the Susan currently choking on his dick. As she gags and gurgles along his member, she's nevertheless ever-eager to swirl her tongue around his shaft and along the underside of his girth. Soon enough, Harry is on the verge of cumming... but he holds back.

He can't allow himself to lose here. Even if his victory is a foregone conclusion, he can't give an inch. Especially not in front of all of the other witches watching this scene play out like it's some sort of wrestling match, rather than an incredibly intimate scene of debauchery between him and a witch who's depravity apparently has no bounds.

Forcing the Susan choking on his dick off of it, Harry surges up. He's pulling the Susan he was kissing onto his cock a moment later and fucking her from behind as he forces her forward onto her hands and knees. As she squeals and shrieks in orgasmic delight, immediately and explosively cumming upon his cock and effectively submitting to him right then and there in front of everyone... the other Susans make a show of regrouping.

They sidle up to him as he fucks the first among their number into oblivion, and they wiggle and writhe their bodies against his. Harry can now say with some level of certainty that Susan Bones in a few years will be even more voluptuous and curvaceous then she is now. Whether that's just good genetics or because she's a mother at that point and has a MILF's body, he certainly could only speculate on.

But that's not to discount the body that the Susan of the present has, because facts are facts... Susan Bones has even Hermione beat in the curves depart. The red head was the first of their year to sprout jubilees back in Third Year as a matter of fact, and she's only grown more since then. Harry has no problem whatsoever fucking ten different versions of the witch into blissful oblivion.

Cock pistoning in and out of the one currently in front of him, Harry lets out a loud grunt before unloading into her directly... and then he keeps going. His cock doesn't flag, his erection doesn't leave him. He can't afford for it to, so with a bit of silent, wandless magic, he gives himself the ability to go all fucking day if he has to. And he just may, because there are still nine more Susans to properly put in their places.

And that's perfectly alright. He's just getting started as it is.

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Susan can't really say at which point the tide turns against her. Mainly because she never sees it coming in the first place. It's as if one moment she and her future selves are all dogpiling Harry Potter in an effort to dominate the big-dicked young wizard and drain him dry to teach him a lesson about underestimating bright witches... and the next, it's her future selves who are dogpiling her.

As Susan abruptly finds herself supporting all of her weight on her neck and shoulders, her body neatly folded up and her ass and legs held high in the air, she realizes the shift that's happened around her. All of her future selves have gone from looking at Harry with amorous intent... to looking down at her instead. They circle her and Harry, but none of them make any effort to stop him as he tears away her Hufflepuff-themed lingerie and places the head of his messy cock up against her sphincter.

It's in that moment that Susan realizes the truth. The red head had been so very confident in both herself and her capabilities. When her plan had effectively worked, her decision to use the Time Turner she had on her at some point in the future producing ten different future versions of herself with which to dogpile Harry, Susan had assumed that meant her plan would be a success.

After all, why would all these Susans come back in time, if it had failed? But now the red haired Hufflepuff realizes how flawed her thinking was. As Harry's lubricated cock drives deep, DEEP into her ass, as he shifts about her bowels and stretches her anus wide around his dick, Susan gets it, she really does. Once she'd made the decision to use the Time Turner, her future selves HAD to come back in time, because it was what had happened today.

But that didn't necessarily mean they'd win against Harry. No sir, instead... instead, it was obvious now, looking up into all of those identical faces, HER faces, that Susan was always going to fall here. And as Harry butt fucks her, as he targets her defenseless anus, somehow recognizing that as one of her weak spots, Susan can't help but howl in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

She gets it now. This was always where she fell. But at the same time, the presence of all her future selves, some of which are from YEARS down the road and look like they might just have become mothers in the meantime, is a silver lining that tells Susan Bones one thing and one thing only. Today might be where she falls, but she was going to enjoy the fucking hell out of doing so.

In the end, that's how Susan Bones breaks upon Harry Potter's big fat cock. As he pile drives her into the ground in front of both her other selves and every witch in the DA, she squeals and shrieks and hollers at the top of her lungs.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I talked back! A-Ah, I get it now! I understand! I've been a bad girl! Punish me, sir! Punish my naughty little ass!"

All of her Hufflepuff followers are watching her. The witches who looked up to Susan for being such an independent woman, for emulating her auntie in all things. They're watching her lose complete control as she gets butt fucked right before their eyes. But Susan can't see them. She can't see the way Hannah Abbott is touching herself to the sight of her best friend getting pounded. She can't see all of her disciples responding in the same way, masturbating or thinking about masturbating as they all blush furiously and watch the debauchery play out before them.

She's too busy staring up at her own face in multiple. All of her future selves are crowding around her and Harry. Some of them already have Harry's cum all over their faces and tits. Some of them just have messed up makeup and lipstick. Some have already been creampied and are eating Harry's cum directly out of their gushing wet twats.

All of them represent Susan's future.

"More! Fuck me more, sir! Yes, yes, YES!"

With a grunt, Harry thrusts into Susan's ass one more time and then cums. His seed fills her bowels to the brim, it feels like, and she cums her brains out in response, squealing the entire while, eyes rolling back and tongue sticking straight out of her mouth. But if she thinks that's the end of it... she's got another thing coming.

As if to prove that she's right, that she never stood a chance of beating him, Harry pulls out of her ass, grabs her by her hair, and flips her around. Some of her copies help to prop her up, as he lifts her in the air. Treating her like some sort of sex toy, Harry slams his cock into her cunt from behind. Holding her by her hair with one hand, and one of her wrists with the other, he begins to fuck her.

Susan, who isn't nearly as tall as him and doesn't have any strength left in her legs anyways, can do nothing but squeal as she'd held aloft and fucked from behind by Harry James Potter. Luckily, her future selves are there to save her. More than a few of them move under her, into position, holding her up with their hands running across her body, their mouths clapping down onto her tits and clit and their teeth nibbling at both her nipples and her nubile nub.

Like this, Susan can finally see all of the other witches watching the depraved scene. She sees Hannah, half-undressed and fingering herself. She sees Hermione, smiling softly and knowingly, clearly having lots of experience with this situation. And she sees the rest of them too, all of the witches of the DA who stuck around to watch her disastrous duel with Harry. Some of them look like they suspected this to happen, perhaps more observant than she was. Some look shocked, and clearly didn't know things were going to go this way at all.

But all of them are watching. All of them are watching as Harry fucks her and as Susan debases and humiliates herself upon his cock. And as they watch... Susan feels the need to speak up, moaning wantonly as her cunt squelches and slurps at Harry's pistoning, thrusting prick.

"I p-pledge my loyalty to House Potter! I pledge my loyalty to Harry James Potter!"

It's a gasping, breathless sentiment, said in the heat of passion. Doesn't stop Hannah from letting out a wanton moan as the blonde drops to her knees and nods her head vigorously.

"M-ME TOO! I pledge my loyalty too!"

One by one, Susan's Hufflepuff witches do the same. All of the ones who hang off of her every word. Some of the other witches from the other Houses do it as well, but most don't. They still watch, but they're not nearly as devoted to Susan as all of her girls are. It doesn't matter though. Where Susan goes, her Puffs will follow... and now that she's pledged herself into Harry's service, she's never been happier.

As he continues to fuck her from behind, Susan fails to notice the three older versions of her moving to his sides. They take up position behind, to the left, and to the right of Harry, and each of them, years older than the current Susan, has things they murmur into Harry's ears, secrets that they share only with the young wizard as he takes their past self to pound town for the very first time, as he fucks Susan towards an eventual creampie that will fill her womb to the brim.

To his credit, Harry doesn't miss a beat. He listens, but he also doesn't let up on Susan, not even for a moment. Eventually, the three older Susans begin smiling coy, wicked little smiles and their words turn more playful, more... antagonistic. Harry actively speeds up then, as they goad him on to fuck their past self, the present version of Susan, even harder.

With a grunt, Harry rams into Susan again and again, plowing her downright silly as her eyes roll around in her head, as she moans wantonly and sings his praises to all who will listen. And the witches of the DA... they certainly listen. Until finally, as all things must, it comes to an end. With a loud groan, Harry thrusts forward one final time and fills Susan to the brim with his seed.

As he pumps her full of his cum, the other Susans all step back. Her future selves each pull a Time Turner out from seemingly nowhere, and with smiles on their faces, return to their own times. As the extraneous Susan Bones disappear from the Room of Requirement one by one, it's as if their departure signifies a spell breaking. The original Susan collapses to her knees as Harry's cock slips out of her twat, both of her lower holes gushing his seed at this point.

Meanwhile, all of the witches who have been watching this entire debacle as if entranced, come back to themselves and seem to realize what they'd all been doing in the heat of the moment. Blushing profusely and covering themselves up, they don't put up much of a fight as Hermione begins to usher them all out of the room after a nod from Harry.

Susan, meanwhile, looks up just in time for Harry's messy cock to land on her face with a meaty, wet SLAP! He smirks as she looks up at him past it, and grins wider still when she begins to lick and lap his dick clean, before ultimately taking him into her mouth to suck him off like the dutiful little cunt she is.

She may not have actively succeeded at her original plan... but it would seem her valiant effort will not go unrewarded. As Hermione sends the last of the others away and then returns to the two of them, Susan can't help but feel a swell of satisfaction. She's made it into Harry's inner circle. That's good, right? Now that she's here, she can not only lobby for more attention for her Puffs, she can also lobby for more attention for herself.

Bobbing up and down on Harry's cock, Susan's mind is whirling with the possibilities... until there's a sudden unfamiliar feminine laugh from behind her, causing her thoughts to screech to a halt as a rich, silken voice speaks up.

"My oh my, my young disciple. Truly, you have a way with women, don't you? Or should I say girls?"

As Harry slides his cock in and out of Susan's mouth, he snorts at whoever's talking.

"If Hermione and Susan are girls, then I'm just a boy, you know. Which makes you a cradle robber."

Chuckling, the mystery woman steps into Susan's view finally, wrapping herself around Harry in a salacious hug as she looks down and meets the red head's eyes, which go absolutely wide at what she's seeing.

Rowena Ravenclaw smirks easily at the recognition she sees in Susan's gaze, licking her lips pointedly.

"Well, if the shoe fits..."

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