Chapter 11
The first few days after they returned home, Dora watched Harry carefully. She could see how hard it was for him to get used to being in a wheelchair. Sirius, Marlene, and her parents might see him cracking the same old jokes and crooked smiles as a sign that he was adjusting well, but she wasn't so easily fooled.
Dora noticed how he moved his broom to the closet and completely stopped working on it and how he would read about magic far beyond his level into the early hours of the morning. Even Levina seemed worried about Harry. The Thunderbird had taken to sleeping right outside his window, her large yellow eyes peeking in to check on him regularly. Dora knew something was different about him now, but she couldn't put it into words, making it impossible for her to talk to anyone about it.
As a result, it came as little surprise to her when Harry declined to invite anyone over for his birthday. Sirius was convinced he didn't want anyone to think he was weak for being in a wheelchair, but that didn't feel right to Dora. After all, he had no problem dueling that French witch in front of an audience.
No, she was convinced it was something else, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
On July 31st, the family gathered around the pool for a small Birthday celebration. Harry sat with the girls around the pool while Ted and Sirius worked over the barbeque. Sipping a Butterbeer, he smirked as he watched Levina try unsuccessfully to sneak close enough to steal some meat from the grill.
"Shoo!" Sirius yelled, waving a spatula at her beak. "This isn't for you. What does she even eat anyway?"
"Goats and the occasional coyote," Harry replied.
"Coyotes?" Sirius asked incredulously.
Harry shrugged, "She eats a lot of fish, too," he added. "It's not really sporting, though. Using lightning seems a lot like fishing with Dynamite to me."
Levina squawked at him indignantly and clacked her beak. With a cheeky grin, Harry raised his drink to his feathered friend and took a sip. Shaking his head, Sirius turned around to grab another Butterbeer of his own. The moment his back was turned, Harry flicked his wand, sending a half-cooked hamburger patty flying into Levina's open beak. He and Dora chuckled when Sirius turned back around, none the wiser.
"You want to go for a swim?" she asked.
"No, you go ahead," he told her, shaking his head.
"Oh, come on," Dora whined. "You love swimming."
"Yeah, when I can swim," Harry said, glancing down at his dangling legs.
"Alright," she said, sighing.
Harry smiled and went to take a sip of his Butterbeer when he felt her suddenly grab his wrists. He only got a glance at her grinning face before she threw her weight into the pool and dragged him in after her. His eyes closed as he was submersed in the cool water, and he found his face buried between two soft mounds. A couple of seconds later, Harry felt her arms wrap around his waist and drag him back up. As their heads broke the surface, he was intensely conscious of the way their bodies were pressed tightly together.
"Nymphadora!" Andi yelled. "Are you trying to drown him?"
Dora rolled her eyes, "He's fine," she replied.
"At least grab him a float," Andi sighed.
Dora smirked in a way that everyone knew meant she was up to something.
"Two floatation devices coming right up," she grinned.
Taking a deep breath, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and blew, puffing out her cheeks. Harry felt her breasts inflate and expand between them until they reached porn star proportions. Her black bikini was stretched to its limit, leaving only her nipples covered.
"Dick still broke?" Dora asked cheekily.
"Nymphadora!" Andi yelled again while Harry gave her a flat look. "You're going to stretch out that swimsuit, and I'm not buying you another one!"
"Fine," Dora said, rolling her eyes.
Her chest rapidly shrank back down to its normal size, and she swam Harry over to the side of the pool. While he held onto the edge to keep himself afloat, she grabbed her wand from the towel she'd been sitting on and waved it in his direction. Under the water, Harry's shorts inflated just enough to keep him neutrally buoyant. He still had to use his arms to keep his balance, but it didn't take nearly as much effort as keeping himself afloat.
"Better?" she asked.
"Much," Harry smiled.
Spreading his arms wide, he flung them forward as hard as he could, just beneath the surface of the water. A wave of water splashed Dora in the face, and Harry laughed while she sputtered. After she wiped the water from her face, Dora gave him a playful glare. Rushing forward, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his head. Harry once again found his face trapped between her breasts while she pulled him under the water.
As she fell off of him and swam to the surface, he shot up and bobbed around like a cork, swimming frantically to keep his balance. Eventually, he lost his balance and ended up floating on his back, staring up at the clear blue sky. Dora swam over and used him to keep herself afloat with a snicker.
While they continued to horse around in the water, much to the amusement of Jenna and Marlene, Sirius began serving out burgers.
"Bugger," he muttered, counting in his head. "I could've sworn I made seven."
"I told you to make extras," Ted said, patting his shoulder.
Sighing, Sirius handed out plates to everyone else before throwing one more burger on the grill for himself.
Dora rolled her eyes as she levitated Harry off of the train. Once again, the girls had crowded around him to offer their sympathies.
"Watch your feet!" she yelled, setting him down gently.
Climbing off the train, Dora ignored the girls and sighed. The path leading to Ilvermorny was long, winding, and steep. She couldn't help but let out a groan at the prospect of pushing Harry to the top.
"This is going to suck," she muttered.
"Don't worry," Harry told her with a grin. "I got this."
With a wave of his wand, his wheelchair moved forward under its own power. Several of the girls giggled and jogged to catch up with him, even though he was only moving at the speed of a brisk walk.
"Didn't Sirius tell you not to charm your chair until you talked to Professor Wilkinson," Dora said, smiling and shaking her head while Jenna giggled.
For a girl who never broke the rules, she sure enjoyed watching her and Harry do it.
"So?" Harry asked.
Dora rolled her eyes when she caught his moving from one ass to another as the girls talked and giggled in front of him. With a smirk tugging at her lips, she made her ass slightly rounder and thicker before racing in front of him.
"Then let's see if you can keep up," she said.
Waiting a few seconds, Dora glanced over her shoulder, and her smirk widened when she found Harry's eyes glued to her ass. Throwing a bit of extra sway into her hips with each step, she led the way up to the school.
"This school has some real wheelchair accessibility issues," Harry grumbled as he rolled into Professor Wilkinson's Charms class.
"I'm sorry," Professor Wilkinson replied with a frown. "Is there anything in particular that's causing you problems?"
"Stairs," Harry said. "You couldn't help me make this thing fly, could you?"
The professor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I should've known," he muttered. "And if I don't, I suppose you'll just try to do it yourself?"
"Well, I could…," Harry said as if this was the first time the idea had occurred to him. "I mean, it can't be that much different from a broom, can it?"
"Yes, it can," Professor Wilkinson said sternly. "The last thing we need is you breaking your arms by crashing head-first into a wall. Stay after class, and we'll talk about it."
"Thanks, Professor," Harry grinned before wheeling himself over to his seat.
Professor Wilkinson sighed and shook his head even as a smile tugged at his lips.
Unfortunately for Harry, Headmistress Turner was one step ahead of him. Before they could even start working on the enchantments, she stopped him as he left breakfast in the Great Hall the next morning.
"Mr. Potter, I understand you're having trouble with the stairs?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Harry said. "But I've already talked to Professor Wilkinson. We're going to make my wheelchair fly so Dora doesn't have to levitate me to class."
"Yes, he told me," Professor Turner smiled. "I think it's an excellent idea. However, for safety, I've insisted he limit the height you can levitate to six inches above the floor. I'd rather not get another frantic Floo call from Professor Banks because you pushed yourself out of a third-story window again."
"I was fine!" Harry protested. "It was just the fastest way down. I didn't want to be late for class."
"While your dedication to being punctual is admirable, I think a hovering wheelchair will allow you to get around the school just fine," Professor Turner replied. "Have a good day, and be sure to let one of your professors know if you have any more issues. Preferably before you decide to take matters into your own hands."
With a stern glance, the Headmistress turned and walked away, her staff clicking on the floor with every other step.
"Aw, man," Harry groaned. "This sucks. Six inches? You've got to be kidding me."
Grumbling under his breath, he started on his way to class. Behind him, Dora and Jenna shared a glance before following.
"How long do you think it'll take for him to break whatever enchantments Professor Wilkinson puts on his chair?" Jenna asked.
Dora smirked, "I give it a month, tops."
As it turned out, it only took Harry a week and a half to remove and recast the enchantments so he could truly fly the way he wanted to. While a part of Dora worried for his safety, a larger part of her was still worried about him, and she didn't want to take away the joy he got from flying with Levina when no one was looking.
Ever since they'd returned to school, Harry had started acting like an entirely different student. Where in years prior, he had coasted his way through classes he found boring, like Potions and Transfigurations, he now aced with the same talent he showed in his favorite classes. Even his History of Magic score was at the top of the class. It also worried her that instead of spending time with his friends or chasing after girls, Harry now spent his free time with his nose buried in a book.
Clearly, something had changed in him since the attack, and Dora was determined to figure out what it was.
As the year marched on and the temperature dropped, Harry began getting sudden, sharp pains in his back. At first, they only happened once a week and lasted for just a moment. But towards the beginning of November, they began happening every day. By December, they happened several times a day, and the pain was bad enough that it caused him to jolt in his seat.
Harry continually refused to go see the school Healer, and eventually, the school was forced to write Sirius. Unfortunately, Sirius was at work when the letter arrived, and Andi opened it instead. She showed up at the school minutes later with Marlene, and they took Harry straight over to see Healer Powell.
"So, what's wrong?" Dora asked when he returned later that day.
"Nothing's wrong," Harry said, sighing tiredly. "My spinal cord is repairing itself faster than they expected. The pain is from the nerves reconnecting to my brain."
"So, good news?" Jenna asked happily.
"And bad news," Harry told her. "I should get feeling back in my legs in a month or two, but the pain's only going to get worse until I do. Oh, and I'll need to learn to walk again."
Suddenly, he jolted in his chair and winced.
"I'm going to lie down," he declared. "My arms are tired. They have some stupid no-magic policy inside the hospital. I had to push myself around the whole building."
Before Dora or Jenna could respond, Harry directed himself towards the boys' stairs and started floating away. Turning, they shared a concerned glance.
"Home sweet home," Sirius said as he pushed open the door to the house.
Harry grimaced in pain as he wheeled himself inside. The pain in his back was almost constant now, with occasional shooting pains running down his legs. Worst of all, he still couldn't move his legs. Sure, the muscles twitched and spasmed occasionally, but that wasn't under his control.
Waving his wand, he levitated his trunk towards his room.
"I'm going to go unpack," he said, wheeling himself away.
As his door closed, everyone shared a collective look.
"Is he usually like that?" Ted asked worriedly.
"Lately, yeah," Dora admitted with a sigh.
Sirius frowned and waved everyone into the kitchen.
"How's he been holding up?" he asked as they all took seats.
"Alright, I think," Dora said, running a hand through her short, purple hair. "The pain bothers him quite a bit, but he's usually in good spirits."
Biting her lip thoughtfully, she decided it was time to voice some of her concerns.
"I'm kind of worried about him, though," she continued. "Harry's been acting differently ever since he got injured. He's doing really well in all of his classes, not just the ones he likes. He's constantly reading or taking Dueling lessons with Professor Wilkinson. I mean, he used to practice once a week, but now it's like two or three times a week. Something's changed. Something's bothering him, and I don't know what it is."
Sirius and Marlene shared a long look before they turned to Jenna.
"Is that what you've seen?" Marlene asked.
"Yeah," Jenna said softly. "It's almost like he's scared of something."
"He is," Sirius sighed. "You have to understand, what Harry and your mum went through was really scary."
"I get that," Dora said, leaning her elbows on the table. "He's lucky he'll walk again, but-"
"It's not that," Sirius interrupted. "Come on, Dora. When has Harry ever been concerned with his own safety? He's not scared for himself. He's scared for us. You might have been too young to remember, but Harry used to have terrible nightmares about the night his parents were killed."
"I remember he had nightmares, but I didn't know what they were about," Dora said softly.
"He remembers everything that happened that night," he told her heavily. "Your parents and I were always careful not to talk about the war around you kids. We thought we'd left all that behind when we came to America. I think, after a while, so did Harry. The nightmares went away, and he grew up like any normal kid."
"He's not normal," Jenna said, shaking her head.
"Well, normal for a Potter," Sirius said with a lopsided grin.
"But what does this have to do with the way Harry is acting now?" Dora asked impatiently.
"Because that attack by Nott reminded him – reminded all of us – that we're not as safe as we thought," he replied heavily as Marlene wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Right now, he's scared, and he's angry. He's scared something might happen to the rest of us, and he's angry Nott got the better of him. Honestly, I'd be more worried if he didn't start acting like this. Doesn't mean I like it, though. He's acting just like James did after his parents were killed."
"This has been hard on all of us," Marlene added, her hand absently rubbing Sirius' shoulders. "All of us lost friends and family during the war. Every morning we'd open the paper, worried we'd see a familiar name in the headline. Now, we don't think anything like that is going to happen here, but we still worry, and it brings back a lot of bad memories."
"Has Harry been reading any history books lately?" Ted asked thoughtfully after a long, pregnant pause.
"A couple," Dora shrugged. "All of his grades have gone up."
"Do you remember the names?" her father asked curiously.
Dora shook her head.
"I remember one was called Significant Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century," Jenna replied quietly. "He used that book to help me with my homework."
"What are you thinking, dear?" Andi asked.
"If I remember correctly, that book had a large section on the war with You-Know-Who," Ted frowned. "I thought he might be trying to learn more about the war. Have you seen him with that book often?"
Jenna bit her lip and nodded as everyone turned to look at her expectantly.
"Great," Sirius muttered, dropping his head into his hands. "What do we do now?"
Unfortunately, no one had an answer.
As they got closer to Christmas, Harry's pain grew. Andi kept him on a careful but constant dose of Pain-Relieving Potions while everyone else tried to make him as comfortable as they could. He spent most of the day laid out on the couch in the living room or in his bed. Even then, he'd still grit his teeth and grimace each time a spasm ran down his spine. There were brief moments when he started to feel his legs, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. It felt like pins and needles were digging into every inch of his legs, especially in his feet.
Just two days before Christmas, the pain became so bad that he refused to get out of bed. On Healer Powell's recommendation, Andi kept him sedated most of the day with Pain-Relieving, Dreamless Sleep, and Strengthening Potions. Dora was so worried about him that she slept in his room on the other side of the bed. She didn't even try to hide it, and it was a sign of how worried everyone was when she wasn't even teased.
Harry would wake her up several times throughout the night with his pained whimpers, and Dora would get up to run a cool washcloth across his sweaty brow. Before falling asleep again, she took his hand in hers in order to give him something to squeeze if he started hurting again.
Christmas Eve was subdued compared to what the family was used to. Sirius did his best to keep everyone's spirits up, but loud noises were kept to a minimum, and no one felt much like celebrating while Harry suffered. The entire day, Dora barely left his side. Even though he was asleep, she talked to him constantly. Oddly, she found it therapeutic to vent all of her worries and concerns that had built up over the last few months. Especially since he was unconscious and wouldn't remember any of it.
That night, she stayed in his bed again, and again, nothing was said. However, her mother did give her a knowing smile as she set out a small stack of washcloths and a bowl of water kept chilled with a Cooling Charm.
As it turned out, that night was even worse than the one before. Harry constantly grunted and groaned in his sleep, his hands gripping the sheets in a death grip as spasms ran through his body. Under the blankets, Dora could see his legs and feet jerking to life like he was being electrocuted before settling back down. She stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, wiping sweat from his brow. Throughout the night, she tried talking to him softly and caressing his arm, but nothing seemed to soothe him.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he finally settled down. Resting her head on the pillow next to his, Dora laid an arm across his chest and closed her eyes. It took several minutes of listening to his calm, steady breathing before she finally drifted off to sleep.
"Dora! Dora!" a voice hissed.
Dora groaned and opened her heavy eyelids. Tiredly, her mind registered that her head was resting on someone's chest rather than a pillow, but she was too comfortable and tired to think much about it.
"Wha?" she mumbled, her eyes closing of their own accord.
"Look!" Harry hissed excitedly.
Cracking her eyes open, she spotted the large tent he had pitched under the blanket and snorted.
"Funny," she mumbled sleepily. "Now, shut it. M' tired."
Closing her eyes, Dora pressed herself against Harry's side, adjusted her head slightly, and began to drift back to sleep. As her mind began to wander in that moment between consciousness and sleep, she realized what she was seeing. Suddenly, she sat up, feeling much more awake.
"Does it still hurt?" Dora asked quickly.
"Well, it's not exactly comfortable, but I would say it hurts," Harry said.
Dora rolled her eyes, "I mean your back, you perv."
"Oh," Harry said, blinking. "Nope, my back feels okay. Just a little stiff."
Dora snorted at his phrasing, "Stiff, yes. Little, no. Can you feel your legs?"
"I can feel everything," Harry said. "But you're missing the important part."
She raised her brow curiously as a grin stretched across his face.
"My dick works," he said, chuckling right as she noticed the door to his room open. "My dick works!"
Harry threw his arm up in celebration while Jenna stood in the doorway, her face flushed and mouth gaping. Her wide eyes gazed at the prominent bulge under the blanket. Dora burst into laughter when Harry finally noticed and looked over at the door.
"Oh," he said. "Morning, Jenna."
Jenna squeaked and pulled the door shut before they heard her feet rapidly retreating. It took a few moments for Dora to get control of her laughter. When she did, she pushed the blankets aside and climbed out of the bed.
"Well, I'll go give everyone the good news and let you take care of that," she said, gesturing to his erection.
"Thanks, Dora," Harry grinned. "You're the best."
Smiling, she turned to leave but paused with her hand on the doorknob. With a mischievous smirk, she turned back to him.
"Hey, Harry?" she called.
As soon as he looked over at her, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it to her chin. Dora giggled when his jaw dropped, and he stared at her bare breasts.
"Just wanted to make sure you had something to think about," she smirked.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, her breasts jiggled in the cool morning air for a few seconds before she pulled her shirt back down and slipped out of the room with a laugh. She was still giggling when she entered the kitchen.
"Dora, is everything alright?" Marlene asked. "Jenna said Harry was awake, but she wouldn't tell us anything else."
"He's fine," Dora chuckled. "He woke up feeling much better. The pain is gone, and he can feel his legs again."
"Really?" Sirius asked excitedly as everyone else smiled in relief. "That's great! I should go check on him."
"Whoa," Dora said, halting him from rising with a motion of her hand. "Sirius, this is the first time in six months he's felt anything from the waist down. What do you think the first thing he's going to do is?"
Sirius eyed her, puzzled, for a long moment before his eyes suddenly widened.
"Ah, right," he nodded.
"What are you talking about?" Marlene asked. "And why are you blushing so much, Jenna?"
Dora giggled, "I'm surprised you didn't hear it. She walked in right as Harry yelled, 'My dick works!' 'Course, it didn't help Harry had pitched a circus tent under the covers."
"Nymphadora!" Andi yelled scoldingly.
Meanwhile, Marlene's lips formed into an 'O,' Jenna blushed heavily, Sirius let out a bark of laughter, and Ted chuckled.
"What?" Dora asked, taking a seat. "It's not like I haven't seen it before. He's always like that in the morning. At least I didn't walk in on him cranking it like Marlene."
"That was an accident!" Marlene protested.
"Enough!" Andi barked. "We're not talking about this on Christmas."
Dora sat back, arms crossed over her chest, and smiled as talk turned to planning for the day. Now that Harry was doing better, everyone's spirits were lifted.
"A real Christmas miracle," Dora muttered with a giggle.
Chapter 12
Bright and early on December 27th, Andi took Harry to see the Healer. Dora insisted on coming along while Ted and Sirius were at work, and Marlene and Jenna stayed home. The three of them sat in the waiting room, flipping through magazines.
"Mr. Potter," a plump, middle-aged witch with dirty blonde hair in a bun called.
Harry started to push his wheelchair towards the door but stopped when Dora started pushing him at a much faster pace.
"Dora, slow down," Andi hissed exasperatedly. "I swear if you run over someone's foot…"
Rolling her eyes, Dora slowed down while the nurse led them down a long hall to one of the examination rooms. Harry parked himself next to the only chair in the room and sat still while the nurse cast a Diagnostic Charm. Dora crossed her arms over her chest and huffed when her mother took the empty seat next to Harry, leaving her to stand near the corner.
"I'll have them bring in another chair for you," the nurse said as she finished making a note on her clipboard.
"That's alright," Dora said with a smirk.
Stepping in front of Harry, she turned around and plopped unceremoniously onto his lap.
"Dora, you are nineteen years old," Andi said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"So?" Dora asked.
The nurse smiled and made her way towards the door as Andi sighed.
"The healer will be with you in just a moment," she said reassuringly.
"Thank you," Andi said gratefully.
Harry was looking around the room, trying to fight off boredom, when Dora began wiggling in his lap.
"Your legs are bony," she complained.
She continued to shift around, and the feel of her firm, round butt rubbing against his groin soon had Harry rising to the occasion. Not wanting to have a full-blown erection when the Healer came in, he grabbed Dora's hips and held her still. Glancing over her shoulder, she smirked and enlarged her ass. Harry narrowed his eyes, knowing she was hoping to cause an embarrassing situation, and poked her in the sides. Dora squeaked and jolted in his lap just as the door opened and the Healer walked in.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," Healer Powell said. "How are you today?"
"Alright," Harry shrugged while Dora got off of his lap. "I can feel my legs again."
"Excellent," the Healer said, making a note on his clipboard. "Are you still experiencing pain?"
"Sometimes," Harry replied. "It's nowhere near as bad as it was, but I get these jolts of pain that run all the way down my spine to my feet once in a while."
"That's to be expected," Healer Powell nodded. "You'll probably always experience a bit of pain. Alright, let's get you up on the table and take a look at your spine."
Harry wheeled himself over to the examination table and, with the help of the Healer, hoisted himself up onto it. Laying down on his back, the Healer removed his shoes before waving his wand over him. Grey smoke poured from the tip and rapidly formed into an image of Harry's skeleton that floated just above his body.
"That's weird," Harry muttered, staring at the back of his own skull.
"Your spine looks to have healed remarkably well," Healer Powell said. "Let's see how your nerves are doing."
A puff of blue smoke left the Healer's wand. It traced along his skeleton, creating thin blue lines that branched off and attached to the bones throughout his body.
"Well, everything looks fine," Healer Powell told him. "You've healed much faster than I was expecting, considering the extent of your injuries. Can you wiggle your toes for me?"
The Healer dismissed the smoky image of Harry's skeleton with a negligent flick of his wand and watched as Harry wiggled his toes through his socks.
"Excellent," he said. "And can you move your legs?"
Harry grimaced as he forced his weak muscles to move. He managed to bend his knees at a ninety-degree angle before the strength in his legs gave out.
"Good," the Healer said, patting his leg. "I'm going to put you on a Strengthening Draught to help with the atrophy. I'm also going to recommend seeing your school Healer three days a week for physical therapy. Until then, I just want you to spend ten or fifteen minutes a day moving your legs the best you can, alright?"
"Sure," Harry said. "How long will it be until I can walk again?"
"Probably a month or two," Healer Powell replied. "Are there any other issues I should know about?"
Harry shook his head.
"If it helps, we know his dick works," Dora smirked.
"Nymphadora!" Andi exclaimed. "Is that really necessary?"
"What? I'm not the one who shouted it loud enough for the whole house to hear," Dora said.
"I was excited," Harry replied defensively.
"I could see," Dora smirked.
"Enough," Andi hissed, lightly slapping her daughter's arm. "I'm so sorry, Healer Powell."
"Quite alright," he said with a smile as he helped Harry put on his shoes and climb back into his wheelchair. "Give us a call if anything comes up."
"We will," Andi said.
Dora and Harry shared a smile as she stood and marched from the room. It was always fun to get her wound up.
A quick Floo trip later, and they were back home. While Andi went into the kitchen to tell Marlene and Jenna the good news, Harry wheeled himself into his bedroom. Hoisting himself up onto the bed, he took off his jeans and was working on putting on a pair of comfortable sweatpants when Dora walked in without even bothering to knock.
"Need a hand?" she asked with a smile as he struggled to put his feet through the holes.
Glancing up at her, Harry leaned back on his arm and grinned.
"Well, if you're offering," he said suggestively.
Dora rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed. Bending over at the waist, she helped him slip his legs into the sweatpants. The front of her red V-neck sweater fell forward, giving Harry a tempting glimpse of her impressive cleavage. As she scooted the waistband of his sweatpants up his legs, she looked up and caught him staring down her shirt.
"Perv," she muttered with a smile.
"Hey, if you're going to show them off…," Harry teased.
Grabbing the waistband of his pants, he pulled them up over the noticeable bulge in his boxers and up to his hips. Dora caught sight of it and smirked.
"Were you always this horny?" she asked.
"No," Harry grumbled. "School's going to be hell. I get harder than advanced Arithmancy at the sight of anything even remotely sexual."
Dora snorted and shook her head.
"Maybe he's just mad you ignored him for six months," she said.
"Maybe," Harry shrugged.
Dora looked over her shoulder at the open door and bit her lip. Suddenly, she took a step back and kicked it closed with her foot. Grinning at Harry, she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up to her neck. As her fingers grazed her ribs, they hooked the bottom of her bra, pulling that up, too. Harry stared at her perky breasts as they bounced free, her pink nipples hardening rapidly now that they were exposed to the cool air.
Walking forward, Dora's breasts swelled half a cup size larger. Most people would have thought it was intentional, but Harry knew better. Unless she was concentrating on holding a certain look, Dora's emotions affected her looks. She was excited by his gaze, and unconsciously, her body was shaping itself to draw even more of his attention.
Not that she needed to. Harry would have struggled to look away even if he wanted to. Dora came to a stop in front of him and ran her fingers through his hair. Pulling his head forward, she buried his face between her warm, soft breasts. She let out a small giggle when he shamelessly shook his head back and forth. With a wide smile on her face, Dora retaliated by shaking her chest and slapping his cheeks with her breasts. Gradually, her movements grew even more exaggerated, and soon, she was rubbing them all over his face.
Harry smiled when he felt her stiff nipple drag along his cheek and then suddenly turned to capture it with his lips. Dora gasped as his tongue circled her sensitive nub and then bit her lip to hold back a moan.
"Someone's greedy," she teased.
With her nipple still trapped between his lips, Harry looked up, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Dora's mouth fell open in surprise when he suddenly slid his hands down her back and grabbed her ass. Lifting her off her feet, he fell back onto the mattress. Her nipples slipped from his lips, and his face was once again buried between her pillowy mounds. Although he couldn't see the change this time, he swore he felt them grow even larger as he kissed and nuzzled every inch of her soft skin that he could reach.
"Mmh, that feels nice," Dora purred.
As Harry continued kissing and licking her breasts to his heart's content, she shifted into a more comfortable position. Both of them inhaled sharply when she inadvertently pressed her mound against his straining erection. Rocking her hips, she pressed against him again and let out a moan. They stayed like that for a few more seconds before Dora braced her hands on his shoulders and sat up.
Harry stared up at her and drank in the sight. Her hair was neon pink, her cheeks flushed, and her breasts, which had definitely grown larger, heaved with every heavy breath she took. They were decorated in spots with glistening saliva, the skin slightly pink from where he'd sucked a bit too vigorously.
With a bright, teasing smile and a sparkle in her eyes, Dora leaned down and pecked him on the lips. Before Harry could try to get greedy again, she was gone, hopping off of the bed and dancing away with a giggle. As he sat up, he got one last look at her amazing chest before she shrank her breasts and pulled her shirt and bra back into place.
"Have fun," Dora smirked.
Waving with her fingers and giving him a wink, she slipped out of the door and pulled it closed behind her. Falling back onto his bed, Harry closed his eyes, reliving the last few minutes as he reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.
If one were to look at Ilvermorny from above, one would see a ring of five buildings in the shape of a pentagon with a stone clock tower in the middle. Between each of the buildings and the tower sat a unique courtyard lovingly maintained by the Pukwudgie. A veranda ran along the inside of the ring, along with five covered walkways that led to the clock tower, used to keep the students dry on rainy days.
As the sun rose, lighting the flowering fields surrounding Mount Greylock, Dora sat reading a book on one of the many stone benches that sat under the veranda. Looking up at the sound of running feet, she watched as Harry jogged past her for the fourth time that morning.
"I really hate that he's become such a morning person," she muttered.
"You don't have to sit and watch him every morning," Michelle reminded her from her right while Jenna worked on her unfinished homework.
"Who else is going to keep him out of trouble?" Dora asked with a big yawn.
"Why do you think we're here?" Michelle asked, gesturing between her and Jenna.
Dora snorted, "The last time Jenna took him to see Madam Greene, he talked her into letting him get on a broom."
"I said I was sorry," Jenna said. "I didn't think he'd fall off the way he did."
"I'm not blaming you," Dora assured her. "It's not your fault he's really good at bullshitting his way into a bad idea. I grew up with him, so I know what to look out for. Don't worry. You'll learn."
Reaching over Michelle, she patted the younger girl's leg. As she sat back, Harry jogged past again. The front of his white, sleeveless shirt was drenched, and sweat dripped from his face. He was starting to slow down, but Dora could see the determined set of his jaw as he continued on his fifth and final lap of the courtyards.
"He's come a long way in only three months," Jenna said, watching him run by.
"Yeah, he has," Dora agreed.
After returning to school from Christmas vacation, Harry hadn't even been able to stand on his own. Knowing Harry the way she did, Dora had insisted on accompanying him to his visits to see the school nurse, Madam Greene, to make sure he didn't push himself too much. Madam Greene, a tall, thin black Medi-witch, had set up two parallel bars and placed mats on the floor off to one side of the Infirmary.
Even with the help of potions, Harry had struggled for weeks to walk under his own strength. Dora had lost count of the number of times she encouraged him from the other end of the bars, watching helplessly as he stumbled and fell over and over again. It had been heartbreaking to watch, but the memory of the elation they both felt when he reached the end for the first time still brought a smile to her face.
Once he was able to get on his own two feet, his recovery progressed much quicker. He went from hobbling around on crutches to only needing a cane to walk in just a couple of weeks. After only a week and a half of needing a cane, he got rid of it and started taking up his early morning runs around the courtyards. No matter how cold or terrible the weather, he was up at six in the morning, pushing his limits. More than once, he's done so to the point of collapse. On those days, Dora made sure to remind him of how stupid he was and cart him off to the Infirmary before he could walk off on his own.
She knew it wouldn't stop him from pushing himself too far, but it would stop him from doing it too often.
Dora was shaken out of her thoughts when Harry came to a stop in front of her. He bent over with his hands on his knees, panting heavily. Sweat dripped from his face onto the stone floor before he straightened up and clasped his hands on top of his head.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"A little after seven," Michelle replied.
"Damn," Harry muttered. "I don't have time for a shower. Dora, can you grab my clothes out of my bag?"
While she unzipped his backpack and grabbed his school uniform, Harry used his wand to clean the majority of the sweat off of his body. Tucking his wand into his pocket, he gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Jenna's eyes went wide, Michelle blushed and returned her eyes to her homework, and Dora smirked at the sight of a shirtless Harry.
Six months in a wheelchair had really sculpted his upper body. His pecs were clearly defined, and his perfect washboard abs had her licking her lips.
"Can you please put a shirt on?" Michelle asked, her cheeks stained pink as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
Smirking at her, Harry took the shirt from Dora's hand and quickly put it on.
"Better?" he asked.
"Yes," Michelle replied. "Not all of us want to stare at your chest like Tonks does."
"I'm more interested in how he's going to put these on," Dora said, smirking as she held up his pants.
Michelle's eyes went wide as her blush moved all the way up to her ears. Before she could formulate a reply, Harry snatched the rest of his clothes from Dora's hands.
"I'll put those on in the bathroom," he said, settling his tie around his shoulders.
"Pity," Dora sighed.
"You can come watch if you really want to," Harry offered with a smile.
"Do you two always have to flirt with each other?" Michelle asked, stuffing her homework into her bag.
"We're not flirting," Dora said, rolling her eyes. "It's just a joke."
"They're worse at home," Jenna said to Michelle.
"I don't want to know," Michelle said, shouldering her backpack. "Can we please just go to breakfast?"
"Alright," Harry said.
Throwing his pants over his shoulder, he grabbed his backpack and headed back inside. Dora followed after him, a smirk forming on her lips when she noticed his cotton running shorts clinging to his shapely ass.
The Thunderbird common room was crowded with just about every student in the house as they celebrated the end of exams. The Weird Sisters played on the Wireless, and Butterbeer was passed about while the students blew off some steam. Dora sat on a couch between Amanda and Jennifer, smiling and laughing.
"I can't believe we only have one year left," Jennifer said, taking a swig of Butterbeer. "Have either of you figured out what you want to do after school yet, 'cause I don't have a clue."
"I have a couple of ideas, but nothing solid," Amanda said. "What about you, Tonks?"
"I don't know, maybe Curse Breaking," Dora replied. "Travel the world, get paid to break things professionally. Sounds like a dream job to me."
"Knowing you, you'd break the things they wanted you to keep," Jennifer laughed.
Amanda giggled while Dora poked her friend in the side. Jennifer, who was in the middle of taking a sip from her bottle, dribbled Butterbeer all over herself. There was a beat of silence before they all started laughing again.
"Oh no," Amanda said, her laughter coming to a sudden end.
Dora followed her gaze and narrowed her eyes when she spotted Irene. The blonde bimbo was eyeing up Harry from across the room while her friends giggled like airheads.
"She wouldn't," Jennifer said incredulously.
"Oh, she would," Dora growled.
"But why?" Jennifer asked. "Harry doesn't even like her."
"Well, Harry does have a lot of money now," Amanda said thoughtfully. "And he's gotten hot this year. She's probably just looking to set him up as a boy toy this Summer. That, and she still blames Tonks for the train incident three years ago."
Dora grunted and took an angry sip of her Butterbeer.
"But that was Harry," Jennifer pointed out.
"Yes, but she doesn't know that," Amanda told her. "And even if she did, she still hates Tonks. She'd probably sleep with him just to get under her skin."
"Of course, she would," Dora growled. "Bitch."
She watched with anger boiling in her veins as Irene opened the top two buttons of her blouse and started making her way toward Harry. As she passed a first year carrying two Butterbeers, she flashed him a pretty smile and snatched them from his hands. The poor kid stared after her dumbly as she walked off. Stopping behind Harry, Irene tapped him on the shoulder and passed him a Butterbeer with a flirtatious smile. Dora cursed the fact that she couldn't hear what they were saying.
As if answering her thoughts, the Weird Sisters quieted as it came to an end.
"You want to meet up over the Summer?" Irene asked. "I'd love to go to Lake Meade again. I have a brand new bikini I want to try."
"Not interested," Harry said, taking a swig from the bottle she'd handed him.
Dora and Irene's mouths fell open at the same time as they stared at him incredulously. Still smiling, Harry raised his drink.
"Thanks for the drink, though," he said.
Slipping past her, he pushed his way through the staring crowd without so much as a backward glance. Irene stared after him for a second in shock before her face started to turn red with anger. She stomped her foot on the floor and then shoved her way through the laughing crowd of students.
"Harry!" Amanda yelled, waving him over.
Grinning, he started making his way towards them.
"I can't believe you did that," Jennifer said the moment he reached them.
Harry shrugged, "She's hot, but she uses guys to get what she wants. I'm not going to let her play me like that."
"Good for you," Amanda smiled.
"So, how's your night going?" Harry asked, looking around for a seat.
Seeing that there weren't any open, Dora stood and guided him to her spot on the couch. Once he was seated, she settled herself in his lap, her back resting against his chest. Amanda and Jennifer looked at each other amusedly as Harry wrapped an arm around Dora's waist and took a sip of his Butterbeer.
Chapter 13
Dora dozed with her head on Harry's shoulder, hugging his arm to her chest like a teddy bear as they rode the train away from Ilvermorny. Amanda sat on his other side, talking quietly with Jennifer, who sat across from her. Next to Jennifer, Michelle helped explain the elective classes Jenna would get to choose from next year. Just as Dora was starting to fall asleep, Harry shifted and patted her leg.
"I need to pee," he said.
Dora groaned and cuddled into him, deliberately rubbing his arm between her breasts.
"But I'm comfy," she murmured.
"Well, if you'd rather I just go right here…," Harry said.
Sighing, Dora sat up and folded her arms over her chest.
"Fine," she pouted.
With a smile, Harry patted her leg, got up, and slipped into the hallway. As she turned away from the door, Dora noticed Jennifer and Amanda looking at her with knowing smiles.
"What?" she asked.
"You've gotten a lot closer with Harry this year," Jennifer smirked.
Dora rolled her eyes, "We've always been close."
"Yeah, but not like this," Amanda said with a grin. "You were rubbing your tits all over him. You're crushing on him, aren't you?"
"Of course not," Dora replied. "I'm not interested in Harry like that. He's like a brother to me."
"Really?" Amanda asked. "Then you won't mind if I go for a quicky with him in the bathroom?"
"Harry can sleep with whoever he likes," Dora said, waving her hand.
"Good," Amanda grinned. "I'll be back in a few minutes then."
Dora bit her lip as her friend stood up and reached for the door. Before Amanda could open it, Dora grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her back into her seat with a glare.
"Fine, you called my bluff," Dora admitted with a sigh before muttering, "bitch."
Jennifer and Amanda shared a look and laughed girlishly.
"I knew it," Jennifer crowed.
"Oh, shut it," Dora barked. "It's not my fault he's so…"
"Hot?" Amanda asked, breaking down into giggles.
"Well, yeah, but it's not just that," Dora sighed. "He's just – I don't know… Harry."
Suddenly, the door opened, and they all went silent. Harry stepped back inside, and the moment he looked at them, Amanda and Jennifer started giggling again.
"Did I miss something?" he asked, arching his brow.
"Nothing important," Dora told him.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled him back down into his seat, hugged his muscular arm, and laid her head on his shoulder. Her friends talked quietly while she pretended to sleep, but her mind was a jumbled mess. She mentally cursed Amanda for forcing her to admit her feelings for Harry, then cursed Harry for being so damn handsome and having such sexy muscles.
As she trapped his bicep between her breasts, he turned and kissed the top of her head. Murmuring sleepily, she pressed herself even more firmly against him and inhaled his scent deeply.
This was all his fault, she decided.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make," Sirius said later that night as they sat at the kitchen table after dinner. "A few nights ago, I proposed to Marlene, and she said yes!"
"That's great!" "How wonderful!" "I'm so happy for you!" "Damn it!"
"Nymphadora!" Andi yelled disapprovingly as her daughter's shoulders slumped. "You should be happy for Sirius and Marlene."
"Not when I lose ten Galleons," Dora muttered.
With a grin, Harry sat back in his seat and held out his hand expectantly.
"Pay up," he said.
Reaching into her pocket, Dora pulled out ten gold coins and slapped them into his palm. Andi stared at them incredulously while Marlene covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Sirius, however, narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"How did you even know I was thinking about proposing?" he asked.
"Harry found the ring over Christmas break," Dora said.
"Thanks, Dora," Harry muttered.
"What?" Sirius asked, pinning his Godson with a glare. "What were you doing in my room?"
"I was looking for nudey mags," Harry admitted. "Aunt Andi found mine and threw them away while I was at Ilvermorny."
"So that's where they went," Sirius said before clearing his throat uncomfortably at the looks he got. "I mean, you could've just asked, and I would have gotten you new ones."
He studiously ignored the glare Andi directed at him.
"I was desperate," Harry shrugged.
Sirius sighed and shook his head.
"And just where was Sirius hiding those magazines?" Marlene asked.
She tried to glare at Sirius, but Harry could see the amusement dancing in her eyes.
"In the back of the closet underneath his old riding leathers," Harry told her.
"I live in a house full of perverts," Andi said, tilting her head back and gazing up at the ceiling as if to ask for divine intervention.
Smiling, Ted reached over and patted her arm. Suddenly, Marlene stiffened and looked at Sirius worriedly.
"You didn't hide those pictures I let you take of me there, too, did you?" she asked.
Sirius was silent for a long moment before he swallowed nervously. In unison, they turned to look at Harry, who grinned. Dora burst out laughing a moment before all hell broke loose.
The next couple of weeks were hectic for the household. Andi had insisted that Marlene start planning her wedding as soon as possible.
"You never know what might pop up," she'd told her.
As punishment for his snooping, Harry was grounded for the first week of summer and had been forcibly conscripted into helping. Mostly, he spent hours doodling in the notebook he was supposed to keep notes in and giving the wrong opinion about everything he was asked about. They asked him about dresses, table settings, decorations, locations, and more, yet every opinion he gave was turned down on the spot.
Honestly, why even bother asking him if they'd already made up their minds?
After over three weeks of constant planning and making list after list, Marlene and Sirius decided to wait until next summer for the wedding. Free of his note-taking duties, Harry was finally able to start enjoying his vacation in the days leading up to his birthday.
Waking up late on July 30th, Dora stretched and slowly climbed out of bed. Stumbling to the door and cursing when she stubbed her toe on the dresser, she grumbled tiredly as she made her way into the kitchen.
"Morning," she yawned, waving halfheartedly to her mother, Marlene, and Jenna, who sat at the kitchen table.
"It's closer to afternoon," Andi said, glancing at the clock. "We need to run to the store to get a few things for Harry's birthday. Do you want to come with us?"
"I'm good," Dora said, smiling as she poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice. "I've got his present all sorted. Where is he, anyway?"
"Out by the pool," Marlene said as she, Andi, and Jenna stood. "We'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Behave while we're gone," Andi said, pinning her with a penetrating gaze.
Dora rolled her eyes and waved as they left the house. As soon as the door closed behind them, she reached into the refrigerator and drank directly from the milk carton. Wiping her mouth, she put the milk back in the refrigerator and looked out of the window. Harry lay on a lounge next to the pool, his muscled chest and abs glistening in the sun. His left hand absently caressed Levina's feathers as the giant Thunderbird soaked up the heat. Smirking to herself, Dora walked to her bedroom.
She spent a few minutes looking for the most revealing bikini she had, which ended up being a little black one that was a couple of years old. Smiling to herself, she put it on and checked herself in the mirror. Enlarging her breasts slightly, which left them one sharp movement away from slipping out of the cups, she fixed her hair and made her way outside. Harry lifted his head when he heard the back door slide shut and pulled down his sunglasses to stare at her. Dora felt a thrill of excitement at the way his eyes unabashedly raked over her figure. With a flirtatious smile, she grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion from the table and walked over to him.
"You mind doing my back?" she asked.
"Not at all," Harry smiled.
Returning the smile, Dora nudged his legs apart and sat between them, deliberately scooting her ass against his groin before handing him the suntan lotion over her shoulder. As he put some on his hands, she leaned forward to give him more access to her back. Starting at the waist of the bikini, he massaged the lotion into her smooth skin, slowly making his way up. Dora didn't even try to stifle the guttural moan that left her lips when she felt his hands run along her spine.
"Hold on a sec," she said when he reached the middle of her back.
Reaching behind her back, Dora pulled the tie that held the bottom of her bikini top in place. With the way she was bent forward, the top fell away from her breasts. She didn't know how much of her breasts Harry could see, but it was enough for him to lurch noticeably in his trunks. Glancing over her shoulder, Dora looked at him and smirked.
"I don't want you to miss a spot," she said.
Harry grinned and started rubbing lotion into her skin again.
"No, we definitely wouldn't want that," he said. "Your mom will go ape shit if she sees you like this, though."
"Well, then it's a good thing she's not here," Dora smirked, closing her eyes with a groan as his hands reached her shoulders. "She went to the store with Marlene and Jenna. We have the place all to ourselves for a couple of hours."
"Really?" Harry asked, the smirk audible in his tone.
Running his hands down her back, he spread the lotion to her sides and started making his way slowly back up. Dora bit her lip in anticipation as he edged his way closer to her chest. His fingers grazed the sides of her breasts, teasing her supple mounds with a delicate touch and causing her to suck in a sharp breath. Harry's hands lingered there for a long time, and when he finally dropped them back down to her hips, she had to suppress a groan of disappointment.
Dora grabbed her bikini top and pulled it up over her head, leaving her completely topless. Harry's hands slid around to her soft but toned stomach as she leaned back against his chest. Her eyes drifted closed, and a shiver of excitement ran down her spine, knowing he was devouring her with his gaze. Harry's rapidly hardening excitement pressed firmly against her ass, and she unconsciously ground herself against him.
"Would you mind doing my front?" she asked, eyes still closed.
"Gladly," Harry muttered huskily.
Without any hesitation whatsoever, he cupped both of her breasts firmly and kissed the side of her neck. Dora gasped at his unexpected aggression and then groaned as his slippery hands massaged her pliable globes. She bit her lip and reached back to thread her fingers through his hair when his fingers toyed with her nipple. Pulling his head down, she turned to the side and captured his lips in a demanding kiss. Harry's chest vibrated against her back as he chuckled softly and continued to play with her breasts. After several seconds, she broke the kiss and leaned her head back on his shoulder with a groan.
"Merlin, your tits are amazing, Dora," Harry murmured.
"Better than Marlene's?" she asked teasingly.
"Don't know," Harry shrugged. "I didn't actually look at the pictures."
Blinking in surprise, she turned and looked up at his smirking face with a furrowed brow.
"What?" Dora asked incredulously.
Harry smirked, "Did you see the way she blushed every time she caught me looking at her? That was totally worth being grounded for a week."
Dora burst out laughing and shook her head, "You're horrible," she giggled.
"I know," Harry shrugged. "But you love me anyway."
"Merlin knows why," Dora grinned as she rested her head on his shoulder again.
Chuckling, Harry let go of her breasts just long enough to put more lotion on his hands before they were back on her chest. Dora groaned pleasurably as he spent the next few minutes fondling her breasts to his heart's content. Eventually, one started working its way down her stomach. She thought he would stop there, but his hand continued down, slipping under her bikini bottoms and caressing her bald mound.
"Harry," she gasped softly, eyes shooting open.
Harry kissed her temple and nibbled on her ear as his slick fingers teased her damp folds. Dora hadn't planned for things to go this far, but she couldn't think of a reason to stop him either. A long, low moan escaped her lips as two of his fingers slid along either side of her clit, causing her to arch her back and spread her legs unconsciously. Her mouth fell open, and she panted heavily when those same two fingers slipped into her depths. Gripping the side of the lounge chair in a white-knuckle grip, she bucked her hips wantonly as Harry squeezed her left breast harshly.
"Oh, fuck!" Dora yelled as her body shuddered.
Harry ground his erection against her ass while he continued sawing his fingers in and out of her depths. He found a sensitive spot inside of her that caused her to tremble every time he touched it. Tweaking her nipple, he pressed against that spot firmly, forcing the air from her lungs. Dora gasped for breath as she let go of the chair and clung to his strong, muscular arm. Her hips bucked without her telling them to, helping to drive his fingers in and out of her leaking core.
"Cum for me, Dora," Harry growled.
With his palm mashing her clit and his fingers rubbing her sensitive depths, she did just that. Leaning her head back, Dora let out a trembling moan, and a shudder ran through her body while stars burst in her vision. For a long moment, she forgot to breath before sucking in a deep breath and letting out another moan. As she collapsed bonelessly against his chest, his hand stopped moving, and he slowly eased his fingers out of her. Dora groaned at the loss even as Harry hugged her against his chest and kissed her neck.
They stayed like that for a long time, his hands continuing to grope and massage her breasts. Slowly, Dora felt his excitement wane, no longer incessantly digging against her ass. A part of her wanted to turn around and mount him right that second, but she wanted their first time together to be more than just a quicky in the backyard. And since Harry wasn't pushing for more, she suspected he felt the same way. Smirking as an idea popped into her head, she laid back against him and closed her eyes, enjoying the way his hands felt on her body.
Unfortunately, they lost track of time, and all too soon, they heard the front door open and close. Sitting up, Dora quickly put her top back on before turning around and kissing him on the lips.
"Harry, Dora, come help with groceries!" Andi shouted.
"Coming!" Dora shouted back.
Sharing a look with Harry, they laughed before she stood up and helped Harry off of the lounge. Dora winked as she ran her hands over his chest. Then, she spun around and walked to the house, her hips swaying seductively.
Smack.
Dora yelped when Harry's hand landed on her ass. Laughing, he raced through the back door with her hot on his heels.
"No running in the house!"
Harry lay in his bed, trying to read through his book on magical shields before the next dueling tournament. It was nearly impossible to focus. His mind wandered between words on the page, his thoughts drifting back to that afternoon by the pool.
With a groan, he glanced at the clock, and seeing that it was just past one in the morning, he decided to give up for the night. Closing his book, he tossed it aside, slid down on his bed until he was lying flat on his back, and slipped a hand into his shorts. His mind turned back to that afternoon, with Dora in his arms, cradling her breast in one hand while he drove her mad with the other. Just remembering the sound of her moans and the feel of her body left him with a raging erection.
Pulling himself out of his shorts, he stroked his length once before the door to his room suddenly opened. He stared at Dora while she stared at his throbbing length for a long moment before their eyes met. Covering a giggle, she slipped into his room and closed the door behind her. With a sigh, Harry sat up and tried to tuck himself away.
"Don't," Dora whispered.
Smiling, her dark brown eyes sparkled as she waved her wand. The lock on Harry's door clicked into place loudly, and the whole room glowed blue as a Silencing Charm settled into place. Wearing only a loose white T-shirt and a pair of purple panties that peeked out under the hem when she moved, Dora grinned, set her wand on his nightstand, and crawled onto the bed.
There was no mystery about why she was there and no question about the growing attraction between them, so Harry didn't bother wasting time with meaningless words. The moment she was within his reach, he cradled the back of her head and kissed her passionately. Dora kissed him back with a hunger that matched his own and climbed on top of him, her knees straddling his waist. They groaned in unison when her panty-covered mound ground against the underside of his shaft. Her hands caressed every inch of his shirtless chest while his slipped under her shirt and sought out her breasts.
Breaking their kiss, Dora gave him a naughty grin that had his length pulsing in anticipation as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Carelessly tossing the shirt aside, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
"Yes," Harry hissed, bucking his hips.
Dora let out a giggle and stroked him gently, examining his shape and size. Biting her lip sexily, she slid back out of his reach and tugged off his shorts. Her breasts bounced wildly as she tossed them onto the floor and shed her panties. The sight of her naked body made Harry pounce, pinning her to the bed under him. Their lips in a frantic, heated kiss as they bucked and ground against each other. With a needy groan, Dora reached between them, grabbed his length, and guided it to her entrance.
Harry eased into her depths, but that wasn't what she wanted. Wrapping her legs around him and grabbing his ass, she pulled him down until he was buried to the hilt. She let out a gasp as he bottomed out, yanking her lips free of his to throw her head back and moan. Growling in the back of his throat at the feel of her tight, slick folds hugging his length, Harry sucked and kissed her neck while he began pumping his hips.
"Fuck me," Dora whispered hoarsely.
Pulling his hips back, he surged forward, driving her lithe, athletic frame into the mattress from the force. Dora gasped, the nails of one hand digging into his ass while she clawed at his back with the other. Her heels dug into the back of his thighs, silently urging him to go faster and harder. Supporting his weight on his forearms, Harry lifted himself just enough to gaze at her face. The lustful gaze in her dark brown eyes and the gasps and heavy breaths that left her open mouth made his heart race and blood pound in his ears.
Harry speared into her hot, silky depths with animalistic need, his eyes dropping to her breasts as they jiggled furiously with each heaving thrust of his powerful hips. With a stuttering breath, Dora's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as her head tilted back. Her nails dug into his skin, the pain only driving him to fuck her harder. Suddenly, her muscles tightened, and a low, keening wail slowly built as it left her throat. She shuddered, her depths fluttering around his thrusting length as she crested her peak.
Harry felt a surge of pride as he watched Dora writhe under him, lost in the throes of her climax. He wanted her to enjoy this. He wanted to give her a reason to keep coming back to him. Groaning, he rolled his hips in long, slow strokes, trying to extend her release. Dora shuddered and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a slow, passionate kiss between breaths as she came down from her peak.
Just when Harry thought she'd calmed enough for him to start moving again, she rolled them over. He blinked up at her smirking face in surprise as she sank back onto his towering shaft. A groan left his lips as she reached the base and immediately started bouncing in his lap. She leaned over him, her hands braced on his chest, while his sought out her swaying breasts. They expanded in his grip slightly, swelling larger as Dora furiously impaled herself over and over again.
Planting his feet on the bed, Harry bucked his hips, meeting her movements with his own. One hand slid down to her ass, gripping it tightly as they moved in perfect harmony.
"Dora, I'm close," Harry warned breathlessly.
Groaning, she planted her hands on either side of his head as she rode him harder.
"In me," she grunted, her eyes locked with his in a hungry gaze.
Harry held her stare as he grabbed her hips and began hammering up into her furiously. Dora gasped, her breasts bouncing wildly to the beat of his rapid, powerful thrusting. Finally, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a groan, he buried himself in her depths and flexed his hips as he erupted in her depths.
"Yes!" Dora hissed loudly.
Rocking against him, her body shuddered, and she collapsed on top of him as they both tipped over the edge. Harry wrapped his arms around her back and made sure every drop of his release was planted as deep as possible while Dora moaned and panted in his ear. After several long seconds, they both relaxed, panting for breath.
For the next several minutes, they laid still, catching their breath, until, with a grin, Dora sat up and kissed him.
"Can you go again?" she asked, rolling her hips.
Harry grinned back and flexed his length as it started to swell. Giggling, she climbed off of him and crawled over to his pillows on all fours, her heart-shaped ass swaying teasingly.
"Then come and get the rest of your present," Dora said, smirking at him over her shoulder. "This isn't over until one of us can't keep going."
Crawling behind her with a grin on his face, Harry caressed her round, bubbly ass while stroking himself to hardness. Suddenly, he raised his hand and brought it down with a smack. Dora yelped and then giggled as she laid her head on the pillows, arching her back and swaying her ass back and forth.
"Happy birthday to me," Harry sang, driving back into her depths.