Harry Potter and the world of Reversed Sexual libido (SI as Harry)

The rest of the day dragged on for Harry, his mind wandering as he went through the motions in each class. He found himself distracted during Transfiguration, his eyes flicking over to Professor McGonagall more often than not. After what had happened between them, he expected her to show some sign, some crack in that stern demeanor, but she was cool as ever, no trace of what had happened yesterday in her face or posture. 

As he handed in his assignment, he let his fingers brush hers, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. She glanced up, her lips tightening slightly, but said nothing, just nodded and moved on. Harry felt a pang of disappointment. *No invitation to stay after class today, huh, Professor?* he thought, suppressing a grin. He liked her control, but it wasn't satisfying when she shut him out completely. 

With nothing coming from McGonagall, he decided he'd need to find someone else to relieve the growing tension. Hermione had been getting too much of his attention lately, and keeping things too close with her could be dangerous. Lavender or Parvati were always up for it, but he already planned to have them later that night after the experiments. That left him needing someone new to fill the gap in the meantime.

He let his eyes roam lazily around the corridors as he walked to his next class, scanning faces for anyone interesting. Pansy Parkinson caught his eye during Charms, but he immediately dismissed the idea. She had been giving him looks all class, but her scheming Slytherin attitude wasn't what he needed right now. Besides, she wasn't nearly discreet enough for his taste.

As he made his way into History of Magic, he glanced around the room, searching for something—or someone—to catch his attention. That's when his gaze landed on two prominent features, and his eyes trailed up to find a striking redhead sitting a few rows over, her Hufflepuff tie standing out against her uniform. His mind clicked instantly. *Susan Bones.*

Leaning slightly towards Hermione, he asked casually, "Who's the redhead sitting over there?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, knowing full well where this was heading. "That's Susan Bones, Harry. Everyone knows her."

Harry chuckled, ignoring the edge in Hermione's tone. *Susan Bones*, he thought again, intrigued. She wasn't like Lavender or Parvati, always fawning over him, but in this world, every girl had the same weaknesses. He'd just have to bring hers out.

He waited until everyone was seated before slipping into the empty seat beside her, flashing a charming smile when she turned to look at him in surprise.

"Hi," she said, blinking in confusion. "Why are you sitting here?"

Harry leaned back in his seat, relaxed. "I thought a change of pace might be nice. Get to know some new people, make new friends."

Susan smiled shyly, extending her hand. "Well, I guess I'm Susan, though I suppose you already know that."

Harry took her hand in his, giving it a firm shake. "Harry Potter," he said, the grin never leaving his face. "But you probably already knew that."

Susan giggled softly, a flush creeping up her neck. "Yeah, pretty much everyone knows you."

Harry shrugged, leaning in slightly. "Still polite to introduce myself, don't you think?"

Susan smiled, though her eyes held a flicker of something—shyness, maybe? It was different from the other girls who immediately threw themselves at him. Harry liked the contrast.

"Do you like Binns' class?" Harry asked, breaking the brief silence.

Susan's face scrunched up in playful disgust. "Do I *look* like I enjoy listening to Binns drone on about goblin rebellions?"

Harry chuckled, holding up his hands in mock defense. "No offense, just thought maybe you were a fan of history."

"If I ever gave that impression," Susan said, shaking her head, "I apologize. His class is basically an insult to all forms of life."

Harry grinned, glad she wasn't one of those overly academic types. "Fair enough. Just didn't want to disturb you if you were, you know, *actually* paying attention."

Susan laughed softly, her cheeks still pink from the unexpected attention. "I'm definitely not listening, so feel free to disturb me all you want."

Harry chuckled, shifting his weight slightly in the seat. "So, what's it like living with the head of the DMLE?"

Susan blinked, clearly surprised by the question. "How do you know about that?"

"Everyone knows Madam Bones," Harry replied, his tone casual. "I was just curious."

Susan nodded, biting her lip for a moment. "It's not as exciting as it sounds. My aunt's busy most of the time, so I don't really see her much except on holidays."

Harry leaned in, his voice dropping slightly, making the conversation feel more intimate. "Well, speaking of boring stuff, I must wanted to ask you as you seem knowledgeable on wizarding stuff. Gringotts keeps sending me letters about some inheritance thing. Is it a scam or real?"

Susan's eyes widened, and she leaned in closer. "How many letters have you gotten?"

"Two," Harry said, shrugging.

Susan let out a relieved sigh. "Good. You've got some time, then. Goblins have a rule: if you ignore their letters more than seven times, they consider your vaults abandoned, and they get to keep everything."

Harry's eyes widened. "Seriously? How did wizards let something like that happen?"

Susan nodded, leaning back. "Wizards actually created that rule. Too many disputes over inheritances which got messy, and the goblins taxed everyone until the vaults were claimed or abandoned so Wizards have made the rule. This way, they can at least keep things organized."

"That's bloody ridiculous, The goblins can take so much money on technicalaties" Harry said, still in disbelief at the stupidity of it. But Susan seemed to notice his expression and quickly clarified.

"Well, They're not allowed to do much with the money, though. Goblins can only use it to buy food, potions, and metals. What they can buy is heavily regulated across wizarding world."

Harry raised an eyebrow, amused at the absurdity of it all. "So, the only consequence to the rule is A goblin population boom?"

Susan laughed softly, nodding. "Pretty much."

Without thinking, Harry placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing gently. "Thanks for explaining that. Makes more sense now. You know so much Susan"

Susan's breath hitched, her face turning a shade of red that matched her hair. She stammered, "Y-you're welcome. You can ask me anything."

Harry smirked inwardly, knowing she was flustered. He leaned in, his hand moving slightly higher on her thigh. "You alright, Susan? You're heating up."

She blinked, looking even more embarrassed. "I'm fine. Just—just a bit warm."

Harry pressed his hand to her forehead, acting as if he were checking for a fever. "Hmm, you do feel warm. Maybe I should take you to the infirmary?"

Susan shook her head quickly, but Harry wasn't taking no for an answer. "No, no, we're going."

Before Susan could protest further, Harry stood up and called out to Professor Binns. "Professor, Susan isn't feeling well. I'm taking her to the infirmary."

Professor Binns didn't even look up. "Very well. Off you go, Herbigail Avalado."

As soon as Harry dragged Susan out of the History of Magic classroom, her protests began again. "Harry, I'm fine," she mumbled, trying to pull away as they walked through the quiet halls of Hogwarts, her face flushed a bright shade of red.

But Harry wasn't having it. His arm wrapped around her shoulders in a casual side-hug, pulling her closer as they moved quickly toward the hospital wing. "You were burning up in there, Susan," he said, his voice low but firm. "That's not fine. Don't want you passing out or something."

Susan squirmed in his grip, her embarrassment growing more intense with every step. She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her thigh from earlier, the way he had touched her without a second thought. Her body had reacted instinctively, and now she was stuck in this awkward situation with her mind spinning, trying to sort through her confusion and the heat still lingering under her skin.

"Really, Harry, you don't have to—" she began again, but Harry cut her off smoothly.

"Relax," he said with a teasing grin. "We'll let Madam Pomfrey take a look. If everything's fine, you're off the hook. But I'm not taking any chances."

Susan sighed, her shoulders slumping as they finally reached the infirmary. She gave in, knowing it was easier to go along with Harry at this point than to keep arguing.

Inside the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey wasted no time examining Susan, her wand flicking quickly through a series of diagnostic spells while Susan sat on the bed, still protesting weakly. Harry stood by, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched with interest.

When the results came back, Madam Pomfrey's face flushed slightly, and she quickly motioned for Harry to step outside.

"Wait here, Mr. Potter," Pomfrey instructed, her tone a bit flustered. "I'll deal with this."

Harry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity immediately piqued. He stepped outside as instructed but not before catching the embarrassed look on Susan's face.

Leaning against the wall, Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on the sounds from inside the infirmary. He knew sound was just air vibrating, and with a bit of focus, he could guide the wind toward him, pulling their conversation to his ears.

It took a few tries, but soon he could hear Madam Pomfrey's voice, soft but scolding.

"You're from the Bones family, Susan," Pomfrey said sternly. "You should know better than to get worked up over a boy."

Susan's voice was quieter, clearly flustered. "I didn't get worked up! I just—he touched me, really close…"

Harry grinned, his suspicions confirmed.

"You know full well what boys like him are like," Pomfrey continued, her voice softening slightly. "I know Harry is a handsome young man, but you must control yourself. You're a young lady."

"I *did* control myself," Susan protested weakly. "It's not like I went into heat just because he sat next to me."

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Whether it's that or something else, you should be more careful."

There was a long pause, and then Susan's voice, quiet and embarrassed, filled the silence. "He put his hand on my thigh… like really close to my line."

Madam Pomfrey clicked her tongue. "Innocent, I'm sure. He likely didn't know what he was doing. If he asks what happened tell him some lie"

Susan's silence spoke volumes, and Harry smirked to himself. She didn't know what to believe in probably.

Eventually, Madam Pomfrey stepped out, leaving Susan in the bed. Harry took the opportunity to slip back inside, his face a mask of concern as he approached the bed.

"Susan," he began, his voice soft. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Susan looked up at him, her face still flushed with embarrassment. "It's… it's nothing. Just a peanut allergy, apparently."

Harry bit back a grin, pretending to blush as he remembered what he'd overheard. "I heard what she told you and it did not seem like a Peanut allergy"

Susan looked down quickly, her face going even redder as she looked down, clearly flustered.

Harry leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "You sure it wasn't something else? I mean… did it really feel good when I touched you here?"

As he spoke, his hand slid back to her thigh, resting where it had been before. This time, he pressed a little more firmly, feeling the heat radiating from her through her skirt.

Susan's mouth parted in a soft gasp, her eyes wide as she stared down at his hand. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she couldn't find the words to respond.

Harry's grin widened. "If it was just a misunderstanding, I'll stop. But if it really did feel good, maybe I could make it up to you for putting you through this embarrassing situation."

Susan's gaze darted up to his face, her eyes filled with confusion and something else—something deeper, something primal. She didn't say anything, but her body betrayed her, her legs parting slightly under his touch.

Taking that as his cue, Harry's hand slid back, his fingers palming her hand. "I don't want to inconvenience you, Susan," he whispered. "But if you want, I'll do whatever you ask."

Her mouth opened, and she let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Keep going."

Harry raised an eyebrow, playing innocent. "Keep going?"

Susan bit her lip, her face flushing even deeper. Her hand came up and wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand in small circles over the heat of her core. "Like this," she murmured, her voice trembling with need.

Harry grinned, letting her guide him for a few moments, watching the way her body responded to his touch, the way her hips shifted slightly, pressing against his fingers. She was already wet, and it didn't take much to push her further.

But after a few minutes of teasing, Harry pulled his hand back, watching as Susan whined softly in protest.

"Something's happening to me, too," Harry muttered, his voice thick with feigned innocence. "I didn't know what this is."

Susan blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

Harry glanced down at his crotch, where his erection was now clearly visible, pressing against his trousers. Susan's eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as she stared.

"Why is it doing that?" Harry asked, still playing the part of the innocent schoolboy.

Susan's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her voice barely a whisper as she nodded. "You should… take your pants off."

Harry tilted his head slightly, acting like he didn't understand. "Why?"

Susan swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his trousers. "Because… because you put me through something, and you said you will do as I say."

Harry smiled, pretending to hesitate for a moment before slowly unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, the tip brushing against Susan's chin as she stared at it in awe.

"This… this hasn't happened before," Harry muttered, acting embarrassed.

Susan's eyes flickered up to his face, then back down to his cock. She licked her lips nervously before leaning forward, her breath warm against his shaft as she hesitated.

Then, with a long, tentative lick, she ran her tongue along the length of his cock, her eyes half-closed as she took in the taste of him.

Harry chuckled softly, stepping back just a little, enjoying the way she was reacting. "What are you doing, Susan?"

She didn't answer, instead reaching up to wrap her hand around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly as her mouth hovered over the tip.

"You said you'd do what I asked," Susan murmured, her voice trembling with desire.

Harry smiled, nodding. "Yes, I did."

Without another word, Susan pulled him down onto the bed, positioning herself over him as she took control. Harry let her take the lead for once, watching as she climbed on top of him, her movements hesitant at first but quickly growing more confident as she ground her hips against him.

Her breathing grew heavier as she lined herself up, her core already slick and hot as she slowly sank down onto him, taking him inside her inch by inch.

"Fuck…" she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders as she started to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

Harry just lay there, letting her take what she wanted, his hands resting on her hips as she worked herself into a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder, her movements more erratic as she lost herself in the sensation, riding him hard, her body trembling with each thrust.

When she finally came, her body tensed up, her nails digging into his skin as she shuddered, her orgasm washing over her in waves. She collapsed against him, panting softly, her face flushed with satisfaction.

Harry didn't wait long before he rolled her onto her back, taking control as he thrust into her again, his pace slow and steady at first but quickly building as he felt his own release approaching.

With a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her, groaning softly as he came, filling her with his seed.

When it was over, Susan lay there, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, her eyes half-closed in a daze. Harry smirked, pulling on his clothes as he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Not bad, Susan," he whispered, his voice soft but teasing. "Not bad at all."

With that, he left the infirmary, feeling more than satisfied with how his little detour had turned out. He knew Susan would be eager for more in the future, and he'd be more than happy to oblige when the time came.

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