Harry assumed that Susan would give Hannah a moment to recover, but it turned out that Susan was feeling a touch more slighted than Harry had assumed, and without even giving Hannah a moment to process the presence behind her, Susan pushed inside.
Hannah's cry of shock was impressive, though Harry was glad that it didn't contain any signs of pain, just pleasure, suggesting the presence of a few charms to prevent any harm - as Susan's push was far too reckless for them to avoid pain otherwise.
Still, even as he stood up, he wanted to slap the back of his own head, not happy with his own mistake. He should not miss the fact that taunting Susan first before leaving her without supervision was not the best idea. Luckily, Susan wasn't merciless against her best friend, saving the night from turning into a ruin.
Though Harry was amused by Susan's face, her eyes closed with the satisfaction, deep enough to make him curious that whether she had pulled another trick with her strapon to give her a more direct source of pleasure, but a simple mental poke revealed that there was no such trick. Susan's pleasure solely came from Hannah's moans, and the mental satisfaction of making her best friend pay back for wronging her.
Of course, Harry knew that Susan blaming Hannah for that was unreasonable, but considering he was the one to be blamed in actuality, he decided to let that slide, and let Susan target Hannah instead.
After all, with Hannah's moans, it was obvious that she wasn't entirely against the implications of being the victim of the said understanding.
While Susan was distracted by her task, Harry arrived behind her, but lost in the moment, Susan only realized that when he pushed his wet shaft between her cheeks. "Harry-" Susan gasped, but her attempt to speak died early as he grabbed her red hair and forced her to turn, burying her short-lived exclamation by burying his tongue into her mouth.
Susan didn't seem to mind that intrusion if the speed her tongue joined to the game was any indicator. So, they fell into a beautiful pace, with Susan pumping into Hannah while her lips suffered under Harry's merciless kiss, while simultaneously being rubbed by the shaft that was buried between her shapely yet impressively wide hips.
Harry let out a grunt when he pulled back, but even as he took a breath, his hands landed on Susan's breasts, squeezing them with the same aggression her hips were going back and forth, turning Hannah's moans into a permanent backdrop.
"Harry, mercy," she moaned after a particularly hard squeeze, begging for relief.
"Oh, sweetie," Harry answered, his tone like a beautiful blade, hauntingly attractive despite the dangerous edge. "We didn't even start the part that would make you ask for mercy. We're just getting started."
"And what do you have in mind-" Susan started, making the mistake of prompting Harry to act faster. A trivial spell - one that he was developing an impressive mastery - later, Susan's backdoor entrance was clean and lubricated, ready for the entrance.
A fact that he informed Susan rather directly, by pressing his shaft against her puckered hole. "Harry, that's-" Susan started, but that was the limits of her words before Harry could slip in, earning a beautiful cry off her. His push wasn't as merciless as her earlier invasion of her best friend, but considering the difference in location, the fact that her cry was laced with a considerable dash of pain was not too surprising.
Harry was quick to silence her with another kiss, every push bringing him deeper into her tightness. Susan's eyes closed again, this time not just the sense of achievement locking her words. "Damn," Harry murmured after a minute of aggressive kissing. "Maybe I should start giving you Hufflepuff girls more of my time. You are definitely worth it."
"Maybe you should," came the answer, but, surprisingly, it came from Hannah, who decided to stand in front of Susan, showing that, during her anal invasion, Susan had lost track of her self-appointed task.
"Well, it's a good idea, but you need to prove yourself better," Harry answered mockingly. Susan opened her mouth to answer, but Harry silenced her with a spank, far too happy with the sudden reversal to give Susan any right to speak. "But before that, why don't you find a way to silence your dear best friend. She earned a time-out after her latest stunt."
"G-good idea," Hannah answered, the confidence that she managed to collect earlier as she watched them quickly evaporate. Luckily for Harry, he had the perfect tool to help him under such circumstances. A mental touch later, Hannah found herself with a renewed sense of courage…
And chose to reflect that courage by grabbing her best friend's luscious red hair, using it as a handle to pull her against her crotch. "Why don't you give it a lick if you - you are so interested," she ordered, impressing Harry.
Even though her voice cracked toward the end of it.
"Damn, Hannah, you're certainly a bundle of surprise," Harry commented with a big smirk even as he tightened his hold over Susan's breasts and quickened his invasion, Susan's cries exploding beautifully. Yet, even with those cries, her tongue was quick to jump out and start dancing around Hannah's knob, making Hannah's moans join her cries.
"Such a beautiful friendship," Harry commented in amusement even as he pulled a hand away from Susan's ass ad used it to spank her equally curvy ass, the sharp addition hardly helping Susan to keep her voice down.
Yet, ultimately, their battle didn't last for long, not when Susan was quick to explode under the combined assault, starting to tremble, mentally overwhelmed with the situation. "Come on, Susan," Harry whispered as he felt her tightening around his girth, though he didn't take that as a reason to slow the rhythm of his hips down. "Don't tell me that you're already exhausted."
"W-wards," she gasped in pain, making Harry tense as he remembered the last time he had any problem with the wards in Bones' manor. He was quick to peek into her mind and see the reason for her panic, only to let out a relaxed sigh. It was her aunt who just arrived, and it triggered Susan's fear of getting caught.
Which, under the current circumstances, only enhanced her arousal further, pushing her to a climax.
Harry didn't stop the rhythm of his hips, but when he felt the first tenseness of a climax, he didn't stop either, filling Susan's backdoor with his seed. As he stood up, he was already casting a few spells, one to clean himself up, the other to conjure himself a new set of clothes, ones that were appropriate to be worn to a meeting with the new Minister of Magic.
Yet, before he left the room, he waved his hand, binding Susan's limbs with silk ropes, then caught Hannah's eyes. "Try to give her the proper punishment she earned," he said. "I'll ask you about that on the train if we don't meet earlier, and believe me, if it's not enough…"
Hannah's erotic fear was no less beautiful than Susan's dazed expression and helpless tremblings even as she found herself helplessly bound.
Then, Harry closed the door and started walking toward his meeting with the new Minister.
He arrived to find Amelia in the living room, wearing a surprisingly short nightie that showed her amazing bust and large ass that showed her niece's measurements were certainly genetic. The only difference was her legs, much more toned than Susan's, likely as a result of endless training she had to conduct to be a good example for her Aurors when she was the head of the Department of Magical Law.
Of course, he had caught a glimpse of her beautiful physique that was a unique mixture of Playboy model and Amazon warrior during their earlier Pensieve adventure, but that was only an illusion in Pensieve, therefore not entirely reliable.
It was always nice to confirm directly.
Amelia was quick to pull her wand when she noticed his presence. "What a nice surprise," she said, though Harry was quick to catch the sharpness in her tone. She was clearly unhappy finding an uninvited guest in her manor. Harry had a feeling that if that guest was anyone else than the responsibility for saving her and her niece's lives, she might have followed up with an incredible number of spells.
"Sorry, Minister," Harry said, giving her the respect her position required as he walked forward. "But before his death, Dumbledore had revealed to me some very impressive secrets about Riddle and how to bring him down, but if you feel that's a discussion that could wait…"
"Sit," Amelia ordered, with a sense of command Fudge could never command even in his seat of power, let alone caught unprepared.
At least he didn't have to deal with a buffoon, Harry decided as he took a seat in front of Amelia, who, at the shock of the moment, had forgotten just how revealing the nightie she had been wearing. And if it was revealing when she was standing, that was nothing compared to the amazing show it turned when she sat down to the seat in front of him, carelessly enough for it to slide up even higher, even giving a glimpse of her lack of panties.
Delicious, Harry thought even as he focused on just how much he wanted to reveal Amelia. A part of it was trust, but a bigger part was that there were many leaks in the Ministry, and the wrong information reaching Riddle's hands would certainly ruin things even worse.
In the end, he decided to stay on the safe side. "First of all, you know just how obsessive Dumbledore was about hoarding information," he started, which, considering one of those secrets about his pet Death Eater almost killing her family, earned a sharp and merciless nod.
"We can go over later with a Pensieve if you want, but the gist of it is that apparently…" Harry said before he started a detailed explanation, one that went deeper into the prophecy's existence and the implications, the secrets about Riddle's youth that Dumbledore shared, enhanced with some of the details that Harry took from Sirius' mind after breaking Dumbledore's spell.
He avoided giving the full truth to her, of course, not wanting to create a vulnerability in the case of Ministry falling to Death Eaters, which, unfortunately, wasn't entirely impossible. "That bastard," Amelia interrupted more than once, shocked by the extent of Dumbledore's secrets.
Harry was not at a point to blame her considering he had felt similar feelings with Dumbledore's obsessive ways, proving that one didn't need to be evil to do more harm than evil in their misguided ways. Harry had no doubt that, if he wanted to act properly, everything would have been long over.
So, yes. He understood Amelia's anger.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing that he achieved. Amelia had impressive Occlumency shields, ones that he wouldn't dare to poke around under normal circumstances, but revealing Dumbledore's secrets triggered a great fury in her, which in turn weakened those shields enough to allow him to poke around.
He didn't do anything much, afraid of being noticed. He just tweaked a few things, reducing her suspicion toward him, increasing her trust, and since he was already inside, maybe leaving a few dreams about the hero who had just saved the lives of her family significantly, and blunting the relief she would get from masturbation…
"That's a lot of things to think about," Amelia murmured. "I'll send you an ow once I have a plan," she said, sending him away not-so-subtly.
"As you wish, Minister," Harry said as he turned and walked away to a spot where he could apparate. "You know where to find me."