Harry Potter Erotica [R-18]

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There weren't any guides for this kind of thing, hell there were barely guides for dealing with basic trauma much less possible torture.

Still, ignoring the problem would only make it worse thus she pushed aside any concerns and stepped in, sitting beside him moments later.

"Talk to me."

He finally looked up, eyes not quite empty but lacking any vibrant warmth or joy she was so accustomed to, "I just… it doesn't… It's in the past."

"It can still matter." Grace gently replied before patting her lap.

Harry seemed to understand, or maybe was just too tired to argue, and repositioned so he his head was cushioned by her things, eyes gently closing and breathing deeply in an almost relaxed state.

Almost being the key word, because despite everything she could feel the jitters in his body, see the faint blush on his face and the way he sought to adjust himself without drawing attention.

She shouldn't, it wasn't a good time, wasn't right to put off a talk which desperately needed to happen, to try and heal wounds which continued to fester and grow. They needed to talk, needed to help him heal.

Instead, her hand was tracing down his chest, inching ever closer to his boyhood, and the fact he made no attempt to stop her only pushed the issues needing to be addressed further into her mind.

It could wait, right? They had waited this long, what was another few minutes? Another hour? Another night?

He was hard underneath his clothing and without further ado she began tracing his erection gently, playfully but without being too avoidant.

'This is for him' she mentally justified, hoping to stave off any guilt at taking advantage of the situation. 'He needs this, needs to know he is loved, needs a distraction.'

Without even realizing it her hand was down his trousers easily finding what she sought after and applying more pressure, although not enough to be hurried or rough, than before.

It triggered a groan, and it only further helped her rationalization. She wasn't using him, wasn't taking what she wanted at his expense, he enjoyed this.

"G-Grace…" he nearly whimpered and it almost had her undone. Only through sheer determination did she stop herself from flipping him onto the bed, tearing off their clothes, and mounting him. She didn't though, but at some point her body had begun leaning closer, unconsciously wanting something more, more than just her hand wrapped around his youthfulness, stroking and playing with him.

One of his hands came up almost desperately groping at her chest, something to do or control perhaps. More than acceptable, and with her free hand she managed to undo her robes enough to expose a breast before pushing it into his face.

"That's it…" she hissed as he latched on and she gave an unconscious squeeze of his cock. "Just relax and let mommy help. Maybe it was a bit much, but she had heard some boy's were into that sort of kinky talk, of having the disciplinarian in their lives be used as a control and submission roleplay in bed.

He moaned around her nipple, and she certainly wasn't protesting that sort of reaction. It was a testament to how well she had come to know his body that she could sense his approaching orgasm, the slight bucking of hips, the distracted breaths.

"Come on Harry, that's it, cum for mommy."

He came, he came hard and the result from this, the wonderful suction he applied with his mouth, left her staggered and almost reaching her own orgasm. It likely wasn't the healthiest way to deal with his issues but hopefully it would be something in the short term.

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"Hey uhm, Harry? Could we talk to you for a second?" The young man nodded before following Hermione and his sisters into a secluded corner of the hallway. Biting her lip in obvious concern, the bookworm glanced about a few more times before speaking, voice dipping down so as not to be overheard, "We, I mean your sisters and I, were wondering if you were thinking about doing tutoring again this year, in defense I mean."

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I've been asked by a few other students and I'm just waiting to see if they are still interested after... well you know." The three stared in confusion, earning a sigh from the wizard. "After what happened in defense class yesterday."

The nervous looks returned, and he didn't blame them. It wasn't everyday your friend, or pseudo brother, revealed he could give a lecture on the darkest curses in existence.

"I'm... we're sorry," Amy blurted out, "we should've talked to you after, made sure you were okay, we just... didn't know what to say without making it uncomfortable or upsetting you."

He blinked in surprise, "Wait, you were worried about making me uncomfortable?"

Harriet immediately chimed in, "Of course Harry, obviously you were upset by it but we didn't know how to say 'you looked sad while talking about really high-level curses, want to talk about what might have happened that could have been traumatizing?' But we should have, we should have said something but we didn't and we're sorry."

"It's not a big deal, promise." And it wasn't, they hadn't avoided him for days or talked behind his back or anything like that. Not knowing how to talk to someone about what could have been a horrifying experience was a very legitimate excuse, especially when they were only teenagers. "So why were you asking about tutoring?"

Okay, so his change of topic was obvious and blunt, but really he didn't want to spend time having them think he was upset with them when he clearly wasn't.

The three exchanged a look before Amy spoke up once more, "We… were hoping to get some lessons too. After everything that's happened at Hogwarts the last two years and this year we need to be prepared, we need to be able to protect ourselves, we need…"

"To stay away from danger and not run headfirst into a situation that could seriously hurt you." he finished, eyes cold and analytical. He knew the real reason, could see in their eyes and had been a Gryffindor long enough to notice the signs. They were him after all, which meant throwing themselves into harm's way was practically a hobby.

Hermione shook her head, "No, no we won't do that, we promise."

His gaze narrowed to one of analysis, and all three seemed just a tad uncomfortable with it. "Fine, but I want promises from each of you that you aren't going to be trying to fight werewolves or anything else for that matter. And I'm not teaching you any dangerous elemental stuff."

Despite his conditions he received eager nods and made a mental note to start up a calendar for all the lessons he would be giving.

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