Testing Defenses

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Chapter 6: Susan's Visit

Lisa was quick to notice that Harry seemed quite bashful when they woke the next morning. The young wizard counted to eleven then sighed with relief. He slipped out of bed with a pillow pinned against his lap, and emerged from the Port-a-loo wearing a tightly knotted towel around his waist.

"What's with the sudden modesty?" Lisa teased.

"It's more like self-defense," Harry replied with a slight grin. "I had a bad dream last night, and the Dark Lord had really, really big teeth."

Lisa giggled. "Sorry about that…guess my dream catchers need more practice."

"Oh, no…it's not them, they're brilliant," Harry replied. "It's your other bits that scare the hell out of me."

"Even after you went down on me," Lisa asked.

“Especially then,” Harry quipped. “I was close enough to hear your new set of molars grinding.”

"That reminds, me," Lisa purred, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I seem to have forgotten my toiletry bag…do you have a toothbrush that I can borrow?"

Harry snorted. "Imagine you need more than one, eh?"

Lisa laughed. "Nice…I have to say that while your modesty is a step backwards, that the snarky come-backs are coming along quite nicely."

"Thanks…I guess," Harry replied.

"You're welcome," Lisa said brightly. "Don't worry about your toothbrush though…it's probably too small and the bristles are probably too soft for my liking."

Harry shook his head. After a moment, he reached for the knot of his towel and replied, "Keep talking like that, and I'll have something to give you that is as hard as a rock."

Lisa's eyes sparkled as she rested her chin on her fingers in mock concentration. "Hmmm….good marks on snide and sexual innuendo, and bonus points for the coordinated hand gesture, but the line was delivered a few beats too late. Try to work on the timing of your witty retorts over the summer, okay?"

Harry snorted. "Well, if the trend continues, I'll have no shortage of witches to practice on...so you didn't bring a bag…is there anything specific that you need?"

Lisa inspected her tattooed area rather explicitly, and then snarked, "Only a drying charm.”

Harry had, by this point in Lisa's visit, gotten used to her coarse humor. Didn't keep him from laughing out loud, though.

"But seriously, folks,” Lisa added, “we need a photo before I go. Ted had the newspaper and camera in his bag, and should have left it behind last night. I'll just go and get it…”

"That's alright, allow me," Harry quickly replied. "Last thing I need is to have my Aunt spot you leaving my bedroom starkers."

"No, Harry, the last thing you need is your Aunt spotting Oliver Wood leaving your room starkers."

"What?" asked Harry. "Don't tell me that you girls have been sharing stories!"

"Why of course," Lisa replied. "The witches that Hermione has sent your way have been sharing everything with her."

"Oh, Merlin," Harry lamented.

Lisa nodded. "We're just hoping that Hermione returns the favor and shares all of you with us."

"What?" Harry stammered. "But I thought… the teeth…"

Lisa chuckled. "There's a three-month probationary period for Coven membership," she explained. "If it doesn't work out, I can always decide to leave."

"But…the extra set of…"

"Baby teeth," Lisa explained.

"Baby teeth?"

"Yup…baby teeth. If I don't take a second potion after three months, they'll eventually fall out."

"And how long would that take?"

"About a year," said Lisa. "Less, if you find someone motivated enough to reach in and wiggle them for you."

"Now there's a way to boost dental school enrollments."

"Oh, well done, Harry…that retort was spot on."

The young wizard took a bow, and then asked, "So what would you do with the teeth once they're out?"

"Why, put them under my pillow, of course."

"And wait for the tooth fairy to come?"

"Harry," Lisa said with a bit of exasperation, "Given the circumstances what good would do to have a fairy visit me in bed?"

“Good point.” Harry paused, and then asked if he could ask a personal question. When Lisa nodded, he asked, “So last night was fabulous, but…well with the coven, and the teeth…don't you fancy girls?”

"Of course I do, Harry…don't you?"

"Erm, sure."

Lisa shrugged her shoulders. "So I've had some fun times and shared some killer orgasms with other witches…I could always decide that it was a phase."

"A phase?"

Lisa shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, a phase… after all, it's something that nearly every witch goes through at Hogwarts."

Harry paused. "You're teasing me."

"Nope," Lisa said with a smile. "We share each others beds all the time in the Ravenclaw girls' dorm…how else are we supposed to stay warm in that drafty old castle?"

"Erm…warming charms?"

Lisa dismissed Harry's answer with a wave. "Warming charms don't taste nearly as good as warm witches."

Harry broke out in laughter. “After last night, I have to agree."

oo00OO00oo

Harry finally convinced Lisa that he should be the one to look for Brother Ted's bag. Not having found the black bag that Lisa had described, Harry substituted his Aunt's muggle camera, and that morning's Times.

"Oh, what a lifesaver," Lisa announced, as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Okay, I'm ready, how about you?"

Harry took one look at her and shook his head. "Lisa, this might be one of those situations that calls for a bit of clothing."

"Pish posh, Harry Potter," Lisa chirped, as she took the newspaper and held the front page in front of her chest. "See? This newspaper provides full coverage."

Considering the size of the newspaper and the amount of cleavage it left uncovered, Harry's response was, "Just barely." He grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs from his chest of drawers and quickly slipped them on.

"Oh, you're no fun," she whined.

"Remember the intended audience, Lisa," Harry said with a smile. "I don't think the Headmaster needs to see my bare chest."

"Yeah, but all of your witches do," the witch replied.

"Won't argue that point," Harry quipped. Once dressed, he had Lisa sit on the bed while he propped the camera up on his desk.

"Oh, bugger," he swore. "I don't think this camera has a delayed exposure button."

"Language, Harry, and what does that mean?"

Harry stopped to consider just how strange it was that a flirty naked witch was admonishing him for inappropriate language, but decided not to push the point.

"It means that if we both want to be in the picture that we'll have to get somebody else to take the photograph."

"Oh," Lisa replied. "How about your Aunt…she seemed nice enough."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Harry replied. He then got a wicked thought. "I've got an idea, but you'll have wear a little more than the headlines."

"You're no fun," the witch replied, but eventually complied with Harry's suggestion and slipped the Fleur's transfigured jumper over her head.

"A little short for a dress, don't you think?"

"Okay, okay, so I'll stretch it a bit," Lisa said. She got out her wand and lowered the hem of the jumper until it just covered her bum.

Harry led Lisa downstairs and opened the front door. Pulling the witch into a one-armed hug, he then called out, "Oh Mr. Order of the Phoenix Wizard? We need a little help here."

There was no answer.

"Oh, come up, Shack, the game is up," Harry called out. "Might as well be a good sport about it."

The supposedly good sport in question tested Harry's characterization by firing a stunning spell towards the two teenagers. Half expecting a less than charitable response, Harry had been watching for this, and pulled Lisa down to the ground to avoid being hit. He pulled his wand and fired a back a spell that set the azalea bush on fire.

"Cease fire, the both of you," a voice called out, as Mad-Eye Moody cancelled his disillusionment spell and hobbled up the walk. "And that includes that bush!"

The retired Auror looked down at the two teenagers and leered.

"Give it a rest, Shacklebolt," he called out. "So you got bested by a underaged witch. Don't make it worse by hexing the boy that you're supposed to be protecting."

Some muttering was heard as a rather annoyed Auror broke his cover and sprayed water on the foliage with his wand.

As Lisa and Harry untangled themselves, her tattoo set Mad-Eye's prosthetic eye spinning wildly.

"Merlin's testicles, a Vestal Virgin?" he cried out. "I'd admire your balls, Potter, except that she probably took stole them from you!"

"No worries, Mad-Eye," Harry replied with a snort. "I didn't go poking around where I didn't belong last night." Taking measure of Kingsley's attitude, he asked the retired Auror if he would take the necessary picture.

"Fine idea," the one-eyed wizard replied, as he took the camera and smiled. "Hey Shack, squeeze in next to the virgin.”

"Which one?"

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Sod off, Kingsley."

"Language, Harry," Lisa said.

"Yes, dear," he shot back sarcastically.

"Right then, just the two of you," Mad-Eye interjected, as he raised the camera to his organic eye. "Hey Harry, raise that newspaper up a few inches…I want to get that tattoo in the picture."

"Not a chance, Mad-Eye," Harry said with a grin.

As the two teens smiled for the camera, Auror Shacklebolt fumed. "So how'd you do it this time, Potter?"

"I didn't do anything," Harry replied. "You'll have to ask Lisa."

When the Auror shifted his gaze, the young witch asked, "Would you like your own copy of the Book of Mormon, Auror Shacklebolt?"

"Damn it, I new better then to trust those two boys!"

Harry turned his grin towards the Auror once Mad-Eye had taken the picture.

"I kind of liked the irony, myself. A nearly-naked witch sneaking into the house behind muggles preaching against the evils of sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll…all we needed was some AC/DC playing in the background as she slipped under your nose."

The Auror's muttering made it clear that he didn't appreciate Harry's joke.

Lisa said that she needed to get going and Mad-Eye offered her the camera

"Hold on a second, I need to give Harry his shirt back," the witch replied, as she started to pull her arms out from the sleeves.

"Oh, no, that's quite all right, you keep it," Harry said quickly as he reached out to stop her.

"Are you sure?" Lisa asked with a smile. "Because I do have my Vow of Nudity to consider,"

"And I have Mad-Eye's health to consider," Harry replied. "You'll give him a heart attack if you show him any more than you already have."

"The way she fills that jumper…I'm willing to take the risk," stated Mad-Eye.

Lisa smiled as she reached out and cupped the retired Auror's battle-scarred cheek. "Such a brave wizard …too bad that I'm only sixteen."

"Dolt!" scowled Mad-Eye, doing a very passable imitation of a muggle cartoon icon that he'd never seen before.

"Azka-bait!" grinned Shacklebolt (doing his best to feel better at Moody's expense).

Lisa chuckled as she kissed Harry on his cheek and walked down to the curb. Her outstretched wand summoned the Knight Bus, which stopped directly in front of Number Four (the three wizards that were watching her go all thought to take preventive measures and cast area silencing spells that muffled the loud crack of the Bus's arrival).

When the bus door opened, Stan took one look at Lisa and promptly forgot to read his standard welcome off of his notecard. He became doubly distracted when, halfway up the steps, she stopped, slowly patted down her bum and bare thighs and announced, "Oh, dear…somebody's stolen my pockets."

Lisa turned back towards the three wizards and asked, "Would any of you be able to lend a young witch some bus fare?"

The slightly befuddled conductor tapped her on the shoulder, and informed her she could ride free.

"Oh, thank you, kind sir," Lisa beamed, as she stepped up and planted a kiss on the conductor's red cheek. She then turned back to the three and called out, "I'll be seeing you Harry."

"I'm sure you will," muttered Harry, as he waved goodbye.

As the door swung shut Harry turned and noticed that Mad-Eye and Kingsley had also been bewitched by Lisa's performance.

Kingsley shook his head to clear his mind. "Think we should have Obliviated everyone on the bus?"

Mad-Eye Moody thought for a moment, and then concluded, "No, I think that their eyes were focused on the Virgin…they could have stopped in front of Buckingham Palace and never noticed."

"Let's all go inside, then, and I'll make some breakfast," said Harry. "Best you two aren't tempted to chase after the bus offering an underage witch something that she couldn't give back."

oo00OO00oo

Harry used the time spent frying up bacon and eggs to quiz the two wizards sitting at the kitchen table.

"So has anybody been to Headquarters over the past week?"

"Erm, yeah…there was a meeting there last night to discuss your busy social life," Shacklebolt quipped. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering if the house was still protected by the Fidelius charm given the change in ownership."

Mad-Eye nodded. "We'd been avoiding meeting at Headquarters, until it was clear that it had been passed on to you. As for the Fidelius, well…it was easy enough to determine that it was still working."

"How is that?"

"Simple," Shacklebolt replied. "Each day since the attack we've had Tonks try to tell her mum or dad where the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located."

"And she hasn't been able to?"

"Nope."

"Well that's reassuring, at least," said Harry. He then asked, "So why didn't the Headmaster have this house protected with a Fidelius charm?"

Mad-Eye sat silently, and Harry couldn't tell if this was because he was thinking about an answer, or thinking about whether he should disclose the answer.

"Two reasons," the retired Auror finally replied. "First, Dumbledore said that it wasn't needed, given the protections provided you by your mum's sacrifice."

Harry snorted. "I think that we've discounted that point…what's the second reason?"

"The Ministry of Magic wouldn't allow it."

"What?" asked Harry.

Mad-Eye paused, then said, "It's really Dumbledore's story to tell, but the gist is that the Ministry wanted to make sure that the "Savior of the Wizarding World" was safe. They had a whole line of wizarding families willing to take you in, but Dumbledore insisted that you would only be safe placed in the muggle world with your Aunt and Uncle. The Ministry allowed this, but only if Dumbledore disclosed where you would be living, and promised not to move or hide you without informing the Ministry."

"So what?" asked Harry. "The secret could have been 'Harry Potter lives at Number Four, Privet Drive,' Dumbledore could have been the secretkeeper, and he could have shared the secret with the Minister of Magic, or the Head of the MLE."

Mad-Eye shook his head. "Might of worked, but you have to remember that back then there wasn't a whole lot of confidence in the ability of the Fidelius Charm to protect someone."

"Well that I could see," Harry decided. "Don't suppose that anyone compared the relative trustworthiness of Pettigrew versus Dumbledore."

Mad-Eye snorted. "Well, at the time everyone thought that Black was your family's secret keeper, so no, they didn't."

Harry thought for a few moments while he concentrated on transferring bacon from pan to the different plates. He had follow-up questions, but was afraid that if he continued that his interest might become suspicious, so he stayed quiet.

Mad-Eye noticed that Harry was fixing an extra plate of food, and asked, "Plans for another visitor, eh? Not surprised…must have been rather frustrating for you last night…"

"No, this is for my Aunt," Harry replied, looking down at the plate. "I half-expect her to hole up in her bedroom all day, given how things have gone pear-shaped for her."

"Being nice to your Aunt?" Mad-Eye asked incredulously. "After how she treated you over the years?"

Harry shrugged her shoulders. "She actually thanked me for doing magic yesterday…might be a chance to win her over, and you catch more flies with honey than vinegar."

The retired Auror shook his head. "Better man than I, Potter."

"Nah, it's really rather selfish," Harry explained. "My soon-to-be ex-Uncle and Cousin weren't needed around here, but if there really are wards tied to my mother's blood, then I'll still need to share a roof with my Aunt this summer and next."

"You should have been sorted Slytherin," said Shacklebolt, in between mouthfuls of eggs.

"No, it's his lassie that's the cunning one," Mad-Eye argued. "A bit too trustworthy, but cunning."

"Yeah, well I think the Headmaster is making quick work of destroying Hermione's trust in authority figures."

"True enough," said the retired Auror. "But it was her trusting you in bed with these witches that I was thinking about."

"Oh, no worries there," Harry replied with a grin. "Hermione's not looking for anything long term. Either are any of the other witches, best as I can tell."

Kingsley Shacklebolt looked at Harry with utter disbelief. “You are a lucky bastard, you know.”

Harry snorted. “Even with Voldemort looking to off me?” But then he paused, thought for a moment, and concluded, “Yeah, even with that, you're probably right.”

“So how many?”

“Oh, I'd never kiss and tell, Shack.”

“Four, so far.” stated Mad-Eye.

Harry looked at Moody a bit oddly, then quietly counted on fingers. “Hermione…Luna…Katie…Fleur…Lisa..”

“Fleur?” said Mad-Eye. “Where was I when you crammed a Veela into your schedule?”

"Oops!" said Harry, realizing that he just spilled a secret. "Well, she's only part-Veela, and was only here a few hours," he rationalized.

"How?"

"Goblin portkey…she delivered documents that should have been given to me at the will reading."

The retired Auror shook his head. "Dumbledore's got a portkey barrier in place around this house, but it wouldn't have done a damn bit of good against goblin magic…."

"Don't imagine that it'd be a good enough reason to decide I needed to be moved?" Harry asked.

Mad-Eye paused for a moment, and then shook his head. "A knut will get you a galleon that Dumbledore will say that it wouldn't matter, because the Death Eaters wouldn't have access to those kinds of portkeys."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, right…so why, then, are we trying so hard to convince the goblins not to side with the Death Eaters?"

The two wizards stared at Harry for a few seconds, then turned to each other and shared a look of disgust. Shacklebolt tried to change the subject.

"What about the Weasley girl?"

"Definitely an unauthorized attempt," Harry decided. "How's she doing, by the way?"

"She'll be home from St. Mungo's in a day or two," Mad-Eye replied. "Just in time for Molly's new wards…the girl won't be going more than ten feet from the house without needing permission."

Harry nodded. "And then there's the Vestal Virgin…fat chance I'd try to take advantage of her."

Mad-Eye snickered. "Must have been your 'saving penis thing'."

Kinglsey shook his head in disbelief. "And each of these witches used a different way to find your location, and get past the guards and wards?"

Harry thought for a moment, and then replied, "Almost. Lisa reused the Underage Magic Use document method since the Headmaster didn't bother to discount it the first time."

"What Underage Magic Use method?" asked Mad-Eye.

"You mean that Dumbledore didn't tell you?" Harry asked incredulously. "Over the years, I've gotten two notices sent to this address for supposed underage magic use, and the warning letters are public documents. Anyone who wants to can go to the office and look up my address."

Both the active and retired Aurors swore.

"Why didn't the Old Bastard seal the records and obliviate Hopkirk and the others?" Mad-Eye wondered.

"Besides the fact that it would be illegal?" asked Kingsley.

"And when has that ever stopped Dumbledore when it comes to 'the greater good'?" asked Mad-Eye.

The talk about ministry records caused Harry to think of something. "Hey, don't suppose that they'd have a record of this address in the Transportation Department, would they?"

"How do you mean?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Two summers ago, the Weasleys used a temporary floo connection to liberate me…it was before the World Cup."

Mad-Eye frowned. "Well, I know that Dumbledore's always been against having a floo connection here because of security issues, so I'm sure he must have thought of it at the time."

"Just like he thought of the warning letters?" asked Harry.

There was a bit of silence in the kitchen, before Mad-Eye Moody turned to Kingsley.

"I'm heading over to the Ministry to do some damage control…why don't you join me once your relief arrives?"

"But I haven't gotten any sleep…"

"Plenty of time for that now that Potter's harem has kicked you off of guard rotation." He then added, "Besides, maybe if you help close a few of these holes you can change the subject when Dumbledore dresses you down in front of the others."

The Auror considered Mad-Eye's point for a moment, then agreed. The two wizards left Harry with that extra plate of food (that now needed to be reheated). After quick zap in the microwave, Harry carried a tray with that plate and a pot of tea upstairs.

"Aunt Petunia?" he asked, as he knocked on her door. "I brought some breakfast for you."

A muffled "Go away!" came back in response.

Harry paused to consider his options. His favorite idea was rather edgy, if his goal was to make peace with his Aunt. But it was also the most functional response, and one that positively reeked with poetic justice.

Harry drew out his wand and cast a localized transfiguration spell on the master bedroom's door. After repocketing his wand, he pushed the tray of food through a newly fashioned cat-flap, and quietly walked away.

oo00OO00oo

Without his tutor around, Harry decided to enjoy his silk sheets and expanded bedroom, as he reconsidered the changed conditions and relative safety of Privet Drive. It was no longer his Aunt and Uncle's house, it was his; Vernon was gone, and Petunia remained only so long as he suffered her presence.

After a while, Harry decided to go outside and mow the lawn. He didn't have to…his Aunt was still barricaded in her bedroom and there was no one about to force him to do chores. But now that knew that he actually owned the place, there was a sense of pride stirring within him. While he had no plans on becoming an anal-retentive neck-craning contemptuous suburbanite, he didn't want to see the house looking all run-down either.

Mad-Eye returned after lunch, refusing to answer Harry's questions on what he'd done in light of the morning's conversation. They went downstairs into the training room, and practiced curses and hexes until nightfall (with only a short break for delivered pizza).

Fleur had left behind enough bruise-healing salve to cover all of Harry's aches and pains that night. That said, he still had a hard time falling asleep, as his brain hopped back and forth between different naked witches. Thinking that a soak in the hot tub might help, he traipsed off to the Port-a-loo, stripped down, and slipped neck deep into the soothing waters. In the process, he forgot all about constant vigilance; as he closed his eyes and relaxed, his back faced the tent flaps and his wand was out of reach. Harry's hand was working in conjunction with his libido when this hubristic negligence led to a sudden loss of consciousness.

oo00OO00oo

"Ennervate!"

Harry woke up back inside his bedroom proper, standing naked and spread-eagled. His feet were stuck to the floor, while his manacled wrists were stretched out towards the ceiling, held in place with magical iron chains. Feeling extremely exposed, he tried to bring his legs together.

"Don't bother, Harry," a voice said from over his shoulder. "I like a wide stance."

Harry felt some sort of stick trail across his naked bum as the witch who spoke to Harry walked into his field of view.

A half-naked Susan Bones stood before him, dressed in black leather thigh-high boots, a silk whalebone corset, and matching thong. Her breasts hung free above her corset. They were almost as big as Lisa's, but with light pink nipples that were as wide as (and almost as long as) his thumb. The pig tails that she normally wore at school were gone, replaced with a teased-out mane of strawberry blond hair that looked as wild as the fire in her eyes.

“Susan?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Testing defenses,” she replied.

Harry looked at his bindings, then returned his gaze to Susan and said, “You've obviously found them lacking tonight.”

“I have, haven't I,” Susan purred. “What would your instructor say about this appalling lack of vigilance?”

It was hard for Harry to retain rational thought given the circumstances.

“Do you think that he's say you were a bad boy that needed to be spanked?”

Harry's eyes narrowed.

“Susan,” he stated, “I don't know what you've heard, or think, about what turns me on, but…I've experienced more than enough bondage and torture over my short life. It's not something that sexually excites me.”

Susan stared at him for a moment, then slumped her shoulders and dropped her eyes to the ground.

“It isn't?” she said, crestfallen.

“No, I'm afraid not.”

"Are you sure?" the young witch asked, as she reached out and placed the tip of her leather riding crop on the tip of Harry's erection. "Because it looks to me like you are excited."

Harry looked down at his crotch and swallowed hard. "It was hard before you stunned me," he explained quickly. "It hasn't had time to go soft."

“Oh,” said Susan. She paused, and the added, “It's not that I don't believe you, Harry…it's just that my book says that sometimes subs say stop even when they really do want to be disciplined.”

“Book?” asked Harry. “What book?”

Susan stood and walked out Harry's view, then reappeared with a large leather-bound book in her hands. Taking a cross-legged seat on the floor in front of him, she started to flip through the pages.

Harry gulped when he read the title: "Pain-by-numbers: A Beginner's Guide for the Aspiring Dominatrix."

"Erm, Susan?"

"Call me Mistress Susan, Harry," she asked.

"Right…Mistress Susan, are you new at this sort of thing?"

Susan nodded without bringing her eyes up from the book. "Just started today."

"Why today?"

"Because I wanted to do something special for you, Harry,” she explained. “I know about Hermione and the other witches wanting to be friends with benefits, but I can't.”

“Can't what?”

“Can't give you my virginity…unless you were willing to marry me.”

“Huh?”

“Pureblood family stuff,” she explained, as she continued to flip pages. “So I thought that if I got through the wards, and spent the night, that I needed to find a way to make it enjoyable for you.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Because Hermione asked me to.”

“No...why did you think that being tied up and spanked would be enjoyable for me?”

Susan looked up, then dropped her eyes, muttering, “becauseIlikedtobespanked.”

“What?”

Susan looked up. “I thought that you'd be excited about being a sub because I like it, Harry.”

“You get turned on by being spanked and bound and dominated?”

Susan nodded. “Spanked for sure. Never been bound, but it's part of the same scene, and it sounded fun….so did the toys.”

Harry sucked in his breath. “What kinds of toys?”

Susan smiled at Harry's question. But rather than answer, she said, “You're still hard, Harry…sure you aren't into this?”

Harry shook his head. "Any chance that it's because there's a pretty bare-breasted witch sitting two feet away from my crotch?"

Susan giggled. "Oh, Harry, you say the nicest things." She then gave him an evil grin. "So maybe we can test that hypothesis…I'll start fondling myself, and if your willie twitches, then…"

"Or maybe if you covered them up, and I calmed down, then…"

Susan thrust her breasts out towards Harry. "But don't you like them?"

Harry sighed, wondering why it was that every visiting witch wanted him to weigh in on her breasts.

"They're very pretty, Susan…that's the point…that's why I am pointing towards them."

"Oh," the young witch replied. She looked around, and spying Harry's quidditch jersey on his bed, summoned it to her.

"Wonder if this still smells like…yup, that's Katie's perfume, alright...holding it close to you at night, then?"

"No, just…haven't had time to do laundry."

"Who would, with your social calendar?" Susan replied. She slipped the jersey over her head.

"There, no more distractions…and maybe now I can…"

With a few swishes of her wand her corset came undone and she pulled it out from under the shirt.

"It helped me get into the role," she explained, "but made it damn hard to breathe."

Harry nodded, swallowing an innuendo-filled retort in light of his circumstances.

Susan returned her focus to the book, and a few moments later announced, "Safe words!"

"Safe words?" asked Harry.

The young witch nodded. "Sorry, must of skipped over that chapter…at the start of each session, the dom and sub should agree on a safe word that the sub will use when he or she wants the scene to stop."

"So when they heard the safe word, the…dom was it?…the dom would know that stop means stop?"

Susan nodded as she closed the book and set it on the floor. Rising to her feet, she grabbed her whip and said, "Better late than never, I guess…what's your safe word, Harry?"

"Stop."

"No, no…it has to be a word that you wouldn't think of using given the situation…something non-sexual."

"Oh, then Umbitch."

Susan shuttered. "Perfectly unsexy," she concluded. Winding up for a slap she said, "Okay, here we go…."

“Wait! You didn't give me a chance to say Umbitch again."

"Sorry, did you want to?"

"Yes! Umbitch! Umbitch! Umbitch!"

"You're no fun," Susan replied. "I suppose that means you want to have your arms and legs free too?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay."

Susan released Harry's bonds. As he rubbed his wrists to regain circulation, Susan took off Harry's jersey, slipped out of her thong, and, now dressed only in her boots, kneeled submissively in front of Harry with her riding crop held out towards him.

“I've been a naughty witch, Harry. I should be punished.”

Harry shook his head. “I don't know if I can do that, Susan.”

“Please, Harry?”

“You really get off on this sort of thing?”

Susan reached down between her legs, swiped two fingers, and held them up for Harry's inspection.

“And that's from just of thought of it, Harry….follow through and I'll soak your lap.”

Harry thought for a moment. He wasn't excited by the idea, but Susan was a friend, of sorts, and Hermione did say something about working hard and playing hard, and….

“What the hell,” he said.

“Yes!” Susan hissed excitedly.

Harry insisted that she decide on a safe word before he bent her over his knee and got to work.

Susan didn't use the safe word, and was polite enough to reach a body-quivering orgasm just as Harry's arm began to tire. She also made good on her drenching promise, and insisted that her tongue was a more appropriate drying agent than magic. The young witch's ministrations resulted in even more fluids being produced…this time from Harry. Susan chose to swallow, rather than lick.

Once Susan helped Harry obtain his own release, she wiped her mouth and sat on Harry's lap.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“No,” Harry replied. “Thank you, Susan.” Noticing that Susan had sat down gingerly, and grimaced when she shifted her weight, he noted, “I've got some essence of murtlap in my trunk, if your bum is still sore.”

Susan snorted. “No thanks, Harry…the stinging…helps keep me on edge.”

“On the edge of coming again?”

Susan nodded as she bit her lower lip.

“Harry?”

“Yes, Susan?”

“I can't offer full benefits, but….can I be your playmate?”

“Playmate?” asked Harry. “Is that anything like being a playwizard model?”

Susan's eyebrows jumped. “I wasn't thinking about that, but if you'd like to have a few pictures of me…”

Harry smiled and shook his head as he pulled Susan towards him and kissed her temple. He reached out towards her breasts and asked, “May I?”

Susan nodded. “Of course you can pinch and twist my nipples, Harry.”

Harry snorted. “Let me see if I can work my way up to that, okay?”

“Sure, Harry.”

After a few minutes of fun, Harry whispered into Susan's ear, “So, Susan…what kind of playmate did you want to be?”

The young witch shivered, and squeezed her thighs together. “The kind of playmate that shares her toys.”

Harry nodded. “Show me.”

“Yes, Harry,” cooed Susan. She bounced across the room to retrieve her overnight bag, then dumped out an assortment of vibrators, plugs, and bondage gear onto the bed.

“Want to play with me, Harry?”

The young wizard smiled and nodded. He had never had any toys or playmates as a child, and figured that he ought to make up for lost time.