Harry sat by the window, arm propped on the seat next to him, watching fields and trees blur past. The train rumbled underneath him, steady and loud, but for once, everything felt quiet in his head. He wasn't thinking about where he came from or even what waited for him at Hogwarts. For now, it was just him and the moving scenery.
The door slid open with a loud rattle. Three people stood there, all looking in like they'd been searching for a spot to land.
"Full train," said the tallest one, a lanky black kid with a grin that looked effortless. "Mind if we join?"
Harry shrugged. "Go for it."
The tall kid stepped in first, dropping into the seat across from Harry. Behind him came a shorter guy, stocky, sandy-haired, and smirking like he already found the whole thing funny. The last one in was a girl—red-haired, confident, and carrying herself like she already owned the place. She had big tits, and for a second, that was all Harry noticed before he forced himself to look back at her face.
"Thanks," said the tall one. "I'm Dean. Dean Thomas." He nodded at the other boy. "That's Seamus."
"Seamus Finnigan," the shorter boy added, his Irish accent rolling out with a grin. "And you are?"
"Harry Potter."
The girl sat down next to Seamus, legs crossed, and flashed a quick smile. "Susan Bones," she said. "Nice to meet you."
"Yeah," Harry said, forcing himself not to glance back down at her chest. He played it cool, but it stuck in his mind anyway.
"First year?" Dean asked, leaning back like he already owned the compartment.
"Yeah. You?"
"All of us," Seamus said, throwing his arms out like he was announcing it to the world. "Sixteen and just now showing up, but hey, better late than never."
"Exactly," Susan said with a laugh.
"What do you know about Hogwarts?" Dean asked. "Got family there or what?"
Harry shook his head. "No family. Just me. Figuring it all out as I go."
"Same here," Dean said. "My mum's a Muggle. Didn't even know I was a wizard till the letter showed up. Thought it was a scam at first."
Seamus laughed. "Mum's a witch, Dad's a Muggle. He about had a heart attack when she told him."
"My aunt's in the Ministry," Susan said. "Amelia Bones. She's always talking about how Hogwarts is the best magical school around. Been hearing about it forever." She paused, looking at Harry. "What about you? Who explained all this to you?"
"Professor Sinistra," Harry said. He leaned back, smirking. "She's the one who told me everything. Astronomy professor. She's a bit… intense, but you can't really miss her."
Susan raised a brow. "Intense? That's one way to put it."
"She's hot," Harry said, straight-faced. Dean coughed, trying not to laugh, but Seamus cracked up immediately. Susan rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched.
"You're ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.
Harry shrugged. "Just honest."
Dean grinned. "Yeah, I think we're gonna get along just fine."
Seamus leaned forward. "You into football?" he asked, out of nowhere.
"Yeah," Harry said. "Played a lot growing up. Why?"
Dean's face lit up. "We used to have this little amateur team in the neighborhood. Seamus was terrible."
"Oi!" Seamus protested, though he was grinning. "I wasn't that bad."
"You scored two goals—just for the other team," Dean shot back.
"Okay, fine. But who scored the winning goal against Harris Street? That was me."
Harry laughed. "Sounds like chaos. Bet it was fun, though."
"It was," Dean said. "Every Saturday, just us and a few other kids from the area. Muddy fields, broken shoes. Best times."
Harry leaned in. "I had the same thing. Used to play with some kids from the neighborhood. Nothing serious, but I was good at it."
"Good enough to carry Seamus?" Dean asked with a smirk.
Seamus shoved Dean's shoulder. "You keep saying that, but at least I didn't fake an injury to get out of running laps."
As the two boys argued, Harry noticed Susan sitting quietly, her smile faint but not quite reaching her eyes. He shifted in his seat, looking her way. "What about you, Susan? Ever play?"
She blinked, like she hadn't expected the question. "Oh, not really. I grew up with magic. Football wasn't exactly on the radar."
"Bet you'd be good at it," Harry said easily. "Fast, probably hard to catch."
Susan's smile softened, more genuine this time. "Maybe. I'd probably trip over the ball, though."
"Nah," Harry said. "I'd show you. You'd be scoring goals in no time."
Her cheeks turned slightly pink, and Harry caught her glancing at his arms when he leaned back. She looked away quickly, but it was too late. He smirked and gave her a quick wink.
Susan's lips twitched, and she ducked her head, trying to hide a grin.
Dean and Seamus were still going back and forth, their playful argument escalating into exaggerated impressions of each other's "football skills." Harry let them go at it for a moment before turning to Susan.
"Alright, Susan," he said, his tone easy. "How about you tell us a bit about Hogwarts? You've got the most experience with magic, right?"
Susan straightened, clearly surprised but pleased to be brought into the conversation. "Well, sure. I mean, it's a lot to cover… but where do I start?"
"Start with what you think we need to know," Harry said, leaning back in his seat. "The important stuff."
Susan smiled at him, a little wider this time. "Alright. First off, Hogwarts is massive. Like, bigger than you'd think. The staircases move, the paintings talk, and there's pretty much a secret passage behind every other wall. You'll get lost. Everyone does."
"Secret passages?" Seamus asked, perking up. "Like, proper hidden tunnels?"
Susan nodded. "Loads of them. Some lead to parts of the castle you're not supposed to be in. The castle… well, it's alive in its own way. It likes to test you."
"Test us how?" Dean asked, his grin fading slightly.
"Oh, nothing dangerous. Not usually, anyway," Susan said with a laugh. "It's more like… finding out if you're clever enough to figure it out. Or bold enough to take the chance."
Susan paused for a moment, glancing at each of them. "Oh, and then there's the Sorting. That's where it all starts."
"Sorting?" Harry asked. "What's that about?"
"They split us into four houses," Susan explained. "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each one has its own personality, sort of. The Sorting Hat—it's this enchanted hat—figures out where you belong based on who you are."
"A hat decides?" Seamus said, raising an eyebrow. "That's mad."
Susan grinned. "Mad, but it works. Gryffindor's for the brave, the ones who don't mind charging headfirst into things. Ravenclaw's for the brainy types, all about creativity and learning. Hufflepuff's loyal and hardworking—they're the kind of people who'll stick with you no matter what. And Slytherin…" She trailed off, her expression thoughtful. "Slytherin's ambitious. They go after what they want, no matter what it takes."
"What's wrong with that?" Harry asked, curious.
"Nothing," Susan said quickly. "But they… don't always play fair. Slytherins can be… intense."
"Sounds like Gryffindor's the one to aim for," Dean said with a grin.
"Maybe," Susan said. "But the hat always knows. You can't fake it out. It puts you where you're meant to be."
Seamus leaned forward, looking intrigued. "So, what house do you think you'll be in, Susan?"
Susan shrugged, a little smile playing on her lips. "I'm already guessing Hufflepuff. My whole family's been in Hufflepuff for generations."
"Hufflepuff, huh?" Dean said, leaning back. "Sounds solid. Loyal and all that. What about you, Harry? Got a preference?"
Harry thought about it for a moment. "Not really. But Gryffindor sounds decent. Brave and bold? Could be fun."
"Could be," Susan said, her smile widening. "But don't think it's all glory and heroics. Gryffindors get into trouble constantly."
"Trouble sounds right up my alley," Harry said with a grin.
Dean chuckled. "As long as it doesn't get us killed, I'm game. Slytherin sounds a bit… dodgy, though."
"Yeah, well, Slytherin isn't all bad," Susan said, her tone thoughtful. "They're ambitious, sure, but they're not all sneaky villains like people say. It's more complicated than that."
"Complicated how?" Harry asked.
Susan hesitated, then shrugged. "It's just… they value ambition. And sometimes ambition can be misunderstood. That's all." She waved it off, leaning back. "You'll see for yourself soon enough."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you've thought about this a lot."
"Maybe I have," Susan shot back playfully. "You can't grow up in a magical family without hearing all the stories about Hogwarts. The Sorting Hat, the houses, the adventures. It's a lot to take in, but it's exciting."
"Adventures, huh?" Harry said, a spark of interest in his voice. "What kind of adventures?"
Susan's eyes twinkled. "You'll find out soon enough. Let's just say Hogwarts isn't your average school."
Seamus whistled low. "Adventures, secret staircases, and a hat that knows what you're thinking. This place is already insane."
"It is," Susan said with a grin. "But in a good way. Just don't trust the trick stairs. They'll leave you dangling by your bag strap if you're not careful."
Harry chuckled. "Sounds like it keeps you on your toes."
"You? You'll probably love it," Susan said, eyeing him. "You seem like the type to dive into anything without thinking twice."
Harry shrugged, smirking. "Trouble's not so bad. Makes life interesting."
"Spoken like a Gryffindor," Dean said, kicking back in his seat.
The conversation hit a lull, the clatter of the train filling the space. Harry leaned back, glancing out the window, catching the faint reflection of the others in the glass. He didn't miss the quick look Susan gave him before she looked away, like she hadn't meant to.
"I need to stretch my legs," Susan said, standing up suddenly. "Too much sitting."
"I'll come," Harry said, getting up before she could say no. She gave him a quick, surprised glance but didn't argue.
"Alright," she said, heading for the door. "Let's go."
Dean and Seamus barely noticed them leave, still mid-argument about some made-up football move. Harry slid the door shut behind him, their voices muffling into the background as he followed Susan down the corridor.
"You didn't have to come," she said over her shoulder. Her tone was casual, but she sounded curious too.
"I couldn't let you wander off," Harry said, grinning. "What if you got lost?"
Susan snorted. "On a train? I think I can manage."
"Maybe," he said, catching up to her. "But it's more fun with company."
They walked in silence for a bit, passing compartments filled with chatter and laughter. Susan stopped near one of the windows, leaning against the wall and looking out at the rolling countryside.
"So," she said, glancing at him, "what's your deal?"
"My deal?" Harry leaned on the opposite wall, arms crossed. "What do you mean?"
"You don't act like a first-year," she said, studying him. "You're too… I don't know, chill. Most kids our age would be bouncing off the walls right now, freaking out about starting at Hogwarts."
Harry shrugged. "Maybe I just don't scare easy."
Susan gave a small laugh. "Yeah, I'm starting to pick up on that."
The train gave a sudden lurch, and Susan stumbled slightly, her hand reaching out to steady herself. Harry caught her arm without thinking, holding her up. For a second, neither of them moved.
"Thanks," she said softly, glancing at his hand on her arm.
"No problem," he said, letting go, though he didn't step back much.
Susan looked past him, her eyes landing on a door a few feet away. "Looks like that's the bathroom," she said.
"Yeah?" Harry said, tilting his head. "Planning a stop?"
"Maybe," she said with a little smile. "Why, you coming too?"
Harry smirked. "Why not? Couldn't hurt to stretch my legs a bit more."
Susan rolled her eyes but didn't say no. "Alright, then. Let's see if this thing's big enough for two."
She stepped toward the door and opened it, the small space inside lit with a flickering light. Harry followed her in, closing the door behind them with a quiet click.
The bathroom was laughably small. As soon as the door shut, it was clear there was no moving without brushing against each other. Susan's chest pressed firmly into Harry's, her soft curves impossible to ignore in the tight space. She shifted, trying to find room, but all it did was push them closer together.
"Brilliant idea," Susan said, her voice tinged with sarcasm, though her cheeks had gone pink.
Harry didn't move. "It's tight, sure. I'm not complaining, though."
Susan gave him a look but didn't pull back. "Of course you're not." She shifted again, her body brushing against his, and the tension in the air thickened. Her red hair grazed his chin, and her lips parted slightly as she let out a small breath. "This bathroom might actually be the worst place on this train."
Harry looked down at her, his smirk turning into a grin. "I'm starting to think you just like being close to me."
Her eyes flicked up to his, narrowing slightly, but there was no real bite in her tone when she replied. "Don't flatter yourself, Potter."
"You're the one pressed up against me," he shot back, leaning ever so slightly closer.
Susan's lips twitched like she was going to say something sharp, but then she caught his eye again, and the words died. Her breathing slowed. The faint pink in her cheeks deepened as her gaze flicked—just for a second—to his mouth before snapping back to his eyes.
Harry saw it. He smiled, soft and sure. "You're not really annoyed, are you?"
Susan huffed, but her tone had shifted. "Maybe. Or maybe you're not as smooth as you think."
Harry tilted his head slightly, his grin widening. "You sure? Because you don't seem like you're in a rush to leave."
Susan let out a breath, almost like a laugh, but it caught in her throat. "I'm stuck here. Not exactly a lot of options."
"Stuck with me," Harry said. "Could be worse."
She met his eyes again, and this time, she didn't look away. The space between them felt even smaller than it was. "You really think you're smooth, don't you?"
Harry leaned in, just enough to make it impossible for her to ignore how close they were. "I think you like it," he said, his voice almost a whisper.
Susan opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Harry closed the distance. His lips brushed hers, testing, but when she didn't pull back—when she pressed into him instead—it was like something snapped.
Harry kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers as his hand moved up to cup her chest. He squeezed her breast firmly, his thumb brushing over the soft curve through her shirt. Susan let out a muffled gasp, pressing into him as her fingers tangled in his hair.
He broke from her mouth, trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck. Her head tilted back against the wall, and he took the opportunity to suck lightly on her skin, his hand still kneading her chest. She let out a quiet moan, her body arching into his touch.
Harry pulled back, lips brushing close to her ear. "Take this off," he said, tugging at the hem of her blouse.
Susan froze for half a second, then moved quickly to obey, pulling the fabric over her head and letting it fall. Her cheeks were red, but there was a small, almost shy smile on her lips as she stood there in her lace bra, her breathing uneven.
Harry looked her over, his hands sliding up her sides. "Good girl," he said, his thumbs brushing just under her bra. "You like being told what to do, huh?"
Susan nodded, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.
"Yeah," she murmured
"Good," he said, leaning in to kiss her again as his hands moved higher, pushing her bra up to free her chest. His palms cupped her bare skin, firm and warm, and Susan let out a soft sound, her body leaning into his touch.
Susan kissed him back eagerly, her body pressing closer as Harry's hands explored her chest. Her breaths came quicker, soft gasps escaping her lips when he kneaded her breasts firmly. She clung to his shirt, her fingers curling and uncurling like she was building up the nerve to do something more.
Slowly, her hand slid down between them, brushing over his stomach before settling on the front of his trousers. She hesitated, glancing up at him through her lashes, but when he didn't stop her, she pressed her palm against the growing bulge.
"That what you want, huh?"
Susan swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed, but she nodded.
"Then get on your knees," he said.
She dropped without hesitation, sinking to the cramped floor. Her hands moved instinctively to his belt, fumbling slightly in her eagerness.
Harry watched as Susan knelt down, her hands going to the clasp of her bra. She slipped it off without hesitation, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits were full and bare now, soft and flushed, and Harry let his eyes linger for a moment before meeting her gaze again.
"That's more like it," he said with a smirk.
Susan didn't reply, but the way her cheeks turned pink and her lips pressed together said enough. She reached for his belt next, working it open quickly. When she pulled him free, her hands froze, and her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him.
"Bigger than you expected?" Harry asked, leaning back against the wall.
Susan glanced up at him, her lips already parted as she leaned in. She didn't hesitate, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling over him like she'd been waiting for this moment. The loud, wet slurp she made as she sucked him sent a rush of heat through him, and Harry smirked down at her.
"That's it," he muttered, his hand moving to tangle in her hair.
She moaned softly, the sound muffled as she took more of him, sliding her lips down his length before pulling back just enough to tease him with her tongue. She didn't stop, taking him again and again, each motion quicker than the last, her hands gripping his thighs to steady herself.
The bathroom filled with the sound of her mouth working him, wet and loud and completely shameless. Harry leaned back against the wall, watching her. She kept looking up at him, her eyes hazy but eager, like she wanted to make sure he saw every second of what she was doing.
"Look at you," Harry groaned "Knew you'd be good at this."
Susan moaned again, louder this time, and took him deeper, her lips stretched tight around him as she picked up her pace.
Harry groaned, tilting his head back.
"Not a bad start," he thought, watching her lips slide wetly over him. "Random head from a busty girl on the way to Hogwarts? Doubt anything this year's gonna top that."
But he wasn't ready to finish—not like this.
"Stop," he said.
Susan stopped instantly, pulling back with a gasp, her lips slick and her cheeks flushed. She glanced up at him, confused but eager, waiting for his next move.
"Get up,"
Susan rose quickly, her chest heaving as she stood before him, her tits still bare and flushed from his touch. She didn't ask questions, didn't hesitate—just waited, watching him with wide, needy eyes.
Harry grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her forward against the wall.
"Bend over," he said
Susan obeyed immediately, leaning forward and arching her back until she was perfectly positioned. Her hands braced against the wall as she pushed her ass out toward him, her skirt already bunched around her waist.
Harry stepped closer, his hands sliding over her bare thighs before gripping her hips. He tugged her thong down roughly, letting it fall around her knees. Susan gasped at the cool air against her skin, but the sound quickly turned into a soft, desperate moan as she pushed back against him, her movements shameless.
She glanced over her shoulder, her face flushed and her lips parted.
"Please,"
Harry grinned, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid between her thighs, teasing her just enough to make her squirm. She moaned louder, her hips shifting as if she couldn't wait any longer.
"Good girl," he muttered, lining himself up.
Susan arched her back even deeper, giving him everything, and Harry pushed into her in one slow, deliberate motion. She cried out, her nails scraping against the wall as he filled her completely.
Harry tightened his grip on her hips, watching the way Susan's ass bounced with every thrust. Each movement sent a ripple through her soft, round cheeks, and the sight made him grin smugly. She was completely giving herself to him, her body arching just right, making it impossible for him to hold back.
Susan moaned louder, her hands pressed flat against the wall, her fingers curling as she pushed back into him.
The train's announcement crackled overhead, signaling their arrival at the station soon. The sound jolted them both, but instead of slowing down, Harry's grip on Susan's hips tightened.
"Yeah!" she gasped, throwing her ass back against him, meeting his thrusts with as much force as she could. "Don't stop! Faster!"
Harry obliged, his pace turning rough and frantic, their movements urgent now. The bathroom was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, Susan's breathy moans, and Harry's low grunts. Her body rocked with each thrust, her ass bouncing hard against his hips, sending sweat dripping down both of them.
"Come on," Harry muttered through gritted teeth, his hands digging into her waist as he drove into her.
Susan arched her back even more, gripping the wall as she pushed back into him. "Ughh, yes! Just like that!" she cried, her voice high and desperate, her red hair clinging to her damp skin.
The cramped space made it impossible not to feel everything—the heat, the slickness, the sheer intensity of it all. Harry leaned forward slightly, his chest brushing against her back as his hips snapped forward, his rhythm relentless.
They both knew they didn't have much time, and that only spurred them on. The urgency turned the rough lovemaking into a quick, heated fuck, both of them chasing the finish.
Susan's moans turned into sharp, breathless cries as her body shook uncontrollably, her release hitting her in waves. Her hands braced hard against the wall, her back arching deeper as the pleasure overtook her. "Harry!" she cried out, her voice breaking as she pushed back against him, riding out every last pulse.
Harry wasn't far behind, his grip on her hips almost bruising as he thrust deep one final time. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he came, the release slamming through him in sharp, blinding waves of pleasure. His body tensed, his breaths coming in rough gasps as he spilled into her, thick and hot.
Susan moaned loudly again, her head dropping forward as she felt him, the warmth of it only intensifying her own bliss. Her hips trembled under his hands, the aftershocks making her shudder as she pressed herself against him, taking all he had to give.
Harry and Susan stayed still for a moment, their breaths loud and uneven in the cramped, sweltering bathroom. Sweat clung to their skin, and the reality of the train's movement brought them back to their senses.
"We've gotta move," Harry muttered
Susan let out a shaky breath, her hands fumbling to smooth her skirt back down as she stood upright. Her legs wobbled, and she reached for the wall to steady herself, shooting Harry a quick, flustered glance.
Harry stepped back, tucking himself back into his trousers and adjusting his belt with quick, practiced movements. "You good?" he asked, his smirk teasing but soft.
Susan gave a short nod, fixing her hair and tugging her blouse back into place. "Yeah," she said, her voice still breathy. "Just… let's go before someone notices we've been gone this long."
Harry opened the door carefully, glancing down the corridor to make sure it was clear. He gestured for Susan to follow, and they slipped out quickly, her cheeks still flushed and his shirt slightly wrinkled.
When they reached the compartment, Dean and Seamus were too caught up in their animated conversation to notice their disheveled appearances. Harry dropped into his seat casually, leaning back like nothing had happened.
Susan slid into her spot, crossing her legs and looking out the window, her face still a little red but with the faintest trace of a smile. Harry caught her eye and smirked, and she quickly looked away, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Where'd you two go?" Seamus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Stretching our legs," Harry said smoothly, shrugging. "Long ride."