The Soft Breaking of Harry Potter

This chapter begins the morning after Harry/Pansy/Millie, at approximately 8:30 am.

Pansy knocked on the sixth year boy’s dorm room door, and was bade to enter. She saw that Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini were out already, while Crabbe and Goyle were just getting up. Draco lay on his bed, a sheet covering up to his belly button. He looked at his girlfriend.

“There you are, about time.” He pulled the sheet off and pointed to his still soft cock. It was the first time Pansy had seen it since her Harry fun the previous day, and she couldn’t help but compare the two.

Draco was not going to win that comparison, though it was only by a matter of degrees. He was slightly shorter and slightly thinner in the cock department, and a lot less agreeable in nature when it came to sex. She suspected that Harry would have been submissive even without the added chemical assistance, as she got on the edge of the bed and bent her head down to suck her less than submissive boyfriend.

It was their morning ritual on the weekends, he liked to have a cum before he showered, and there was no reason to take care of it with his hand, not when he had Pansy. She estimated that she had blown him on about 200 weekend mornings like this, rarely missing one, and that did not count their hookups during the week. By now she knew his cock so well that she could make it last two minutes, or half an hour, depending on her mood. Sometimes she made it last the limit, just for fun, even if she knew that there would be no reciprocation at the end. Draco didn’t care either way how long she sucked, as long as he came at the end of it.

She took advantage of this and used a lot of pressure and hand jacking, to make it go quickly. Her mouth was a bit tender from the day before and all that kissing, and she would have skipped this entirely if she thought that she could get away with it.

Draco came in two minutes and three seconds, and didn’t notice a thing. He got up without a word and headed off to the shower, not so much as thanking her. Pansy would have muttered something under her breath, but she thought that if any room in the castle was under surveillance, it was this one. Instead she spit out the cum on to Draco’s bottom pillow and rubbed it in, smiling all the while.

Outside the room again, she encountered Millie.

“Morning Mille, how’re you feeling?”

“A bit sore in certain places. You?”

“The same, it was quite a workout.”

“Did you give Malfoy his wakeup?”

“Unfortunately, but it didn’t take long. Did you do anything with his goons?”

“The same as you, a little while ago. Are you going to do it today? The breaking up?”

“I changed my mind on that one, I need to set things up a bit first. Lay some groundwork with my parents, plant some tales about how he hits me, stuff like that. Our friend from yesterday, that I’ll start today.” She didn’t dare say the words Harry Potter in the middle of the common room, no telling who was trying to listen.

“Want me to help?”

“I’m counting on it, let’s talk more after breakfast.”

They went their separate ways, meeting back at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. Pansy picked out a place where she could have a good view of the Gryffindor table.

Harry and company came down a few minutes later, and she could instantly tell that he was uncomfortable being around Ginny. They were not hand holding types, Potter and Weasley, but she could tell by the way that Harry resisted coming into direct contact with her, that his conscience was playing some games with him right now. She marveled that someone like Harry wouldn’t be more guarded with his emotions, this would be worth watching.

For his part, Harry had spent an uncomfortable evening around his three friends, playing Exploding Snap and pretending to do homework. Fortunately Ginny was in full OWL prep mode, and didn’t really notice his behavior. She had kissed him goodnight like always, and went to bed without a second thought. She had not even asked him about the high necked sweater he was wearing both last night and today, to hide his love bites.

Pansy resisted temptation to try and catch his eye, but did notice that he was keeping a loose eye on her while he was eating.

Good.

Mail time was not until the noon meal, so after breakfast Pansy and Millie hurried up to the Owlrey They discussed strategy on the way, but the message they sent was short and simple.

If you want to be with Harry Potter, meet me in Transfiguration Classroom Four at 2:00 pm. Come alone, you’ll be happy you did.

The message was not signed, and they used a school owl to send it to their prey.

Romilda Vane, 15 years old last month, and the holder of a major crush on Harry Potter.

She would have sent one to Harry too, but Pansy had a sneaking suspicion that either Dumbledore or McGonagall, or both, read his mail before he did. The two of them went about their mornings, avoiding Malfoy and his goons as best they could.

Lunch was lunch, and the mail was delivered. Pansy had picked out a distinctive looking owl, just in case Vane got a lot of mail, but needn’t have bothered as hers was the only one to go to the girl. Romilda read the note and quickly crumpled it up, putting it in her pocket. Her friends were not the nosy type apparently, and none asked her about it.

Pansy and Millie got to the meeting first of course, to get ready. Millie, even in a hood or mask, was just too distinctive looking to hide, so she did what she had done the day before and Disillusioned herself. Pansy just put a pair of neutral robes on, no House crest, and cloth mask over her face. Her wand was out and trained on the door as it opened, bringing in Romilda Vane, her own wand out but looking curious.

“Hello Romilda, glad you could make it.” Pansy didn’t think that the younger girl, two years behind her in school, knew her voice, so she made no attempts to disguise it. She looked the younger girl over, a tall one she was, about Harry’s height in fact.

“What’s going on?”

“I want to help you with Harry Potter.”

“That’s what the note says, but why?”

“It’s not so much that I want to help you, it’s that I want to punish Ginny Weasley. She did something to me and I want her to hurt. Not physically, I don’t want any blood on my robes, but you taking her boyfriend will do the job nicely.”

“How are you going to help me?”

“By giving you this.” Pansy took a tube of her special lipstick out of her pocket. She was wearing gloves, not wanting to have to undo her distinctive manicure.

“Lipstick? That’s it? I already know how to wear makeup.” She wore a fair bit, but nothing excessive.

“This is a special kind, with a bit of love potion in it. It won’t harm you, but it will loosen his inhibitions enough for you to get him.” The love potion chocolates had given Pansy the idea for this entire scheme.

“So all I have to do is kiss him with this on?”

“Right, for about three seconds or so. Then make sure you kiss him every three days after that, and he’ll be under your spell. Rather he will be if you pass muster.”

“What does that mean?” She had a feeling though.

“It means that once you kiss him, you have to keep him. This stuff just gets you in the door each time.”

“So I have to shag him? Is that what you’re saying?” Not that she minded the idea.

“In a nutshell, yes. Are you willing to do that?”

“I’d do anything to get Harry Potter, but one question comes to mind.”

“Which is?”

“Why aren’t you doing this yourself, if you want to harm Ginny?”

“I have my reasons, and you don’t need to know them. Now, there is one condition to this help.”

“I don’t know who you are, so I can’t tell on you.”

“No telling on the lipstick either, or I’ll make you pay. Keeps your lips either sealed, or on his mouth, and everything will be fine.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Now I’ve been observing Harry over the last weeks, and here is a plan for you to start. Today.”

“Today?”

“Too soon? I thought that you would do anything?” A bit of a taunt in Pansy’s voice, and it found it’s mark.

“I will do anything. So let’s hear it.”

Pansy told her of the ambush that she was willing to prepare, and sent the girl on her way, a big smile on her face.

Pansy was smiling too, and after a trip to get her books, she and Millie were off to the Library, where she knew that Harry spent most Sunday afternoons, at Hermione’s urging.

Once there, they spied Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny sitting at their usual table. Pansy put her stuff at a secluded table, and sidled over to a second year Slytherin girl that she had befriended a little with these sorts of errands in mind. After whispering something in her ear, she shooed the girl off.

Said girl walked nervously over to Harry’s table.

“Harry Potter, Professor Slughorn wants you in his office, he said it was important. He said that you were to come alone, and now.” She sure sounded nervous, but it played truthfully, and she got her lines just right. She walked away quickly before he could reply.

Harry just shrugged, momentarily confused before it hit him. Pansy must have sent her. He felt little Harry stir a bit, and hoped that indeed he was not to have the day off after all.

“I guess I should go. I’ll be back in a bit.”

The others just smiled, and made jokes about Slug Clubs and him being Slughorn’s favorite as he walked away. He strode off as quickly as his growing hardness would allow him to, assuming that Pansy would meet him on the way to the teacher’s office.

He was two more turns away, wondering when she was going to meet him, when he saw Romilda Vane walking in his direction. She and Harry had not said two words to each other since the chocolates thing, and he really didn’t think anything of it as she stopped.

“Going to see Slughorn? He mentioned that you were coming.”

“Did he say what’s going on?”

“It’s kind of a surprise, but I can tell you if you really want to know.”

“Sure, if you want to tell me.”

“Of course I will, but come closer, I have to whisper it, the walls have ears.”

Anyone but a Gryffindor and Harry would have said no way, but even Romilda was not seen by him as a threat, as he leaned forward.

Romilda couldn’t believe that her secret helper’s plan was working, but she wasn’t complaining as she let him draw close. Her heart was pounding as she whispered in his ear, her left around his neck and her other around his waist.

“It’s about finding your true love Harry, me.”

She quickly planted her neck hand on the back of his head and drew his mouth to hers, fiercely kissing him, counting to three in her head, praying that her helper was right about all of this.

Harry, even after yesterday, was totally caught off guard, and the kiss lasted a couple of seconds before he figured out what was happening. His mouth opened reflexively to protest, and that gave Romilda all that she needed as she jammed her tongue into his mouth. That got her to the three second mark, and she could feel him relax just a bit as the potion took effect. Both of her arms were around his neck now as she ground her tongue into his, keeping her lips pressed hard on their counterparts.

Harry didn’t notice anything in particular at that mark, he just started enjoying the kiss a little more and decided to go along with it. He gave nary a thought to Ginny while he was kissing her housemate, but he did think about Pansy for a few seconds. He thought that since she liked to share him with Millie, she wouldn’t mind sharing him with Romilda. He wondered why he had resisted her advances when he was single, she was pretty cute.

Romilda was snogging for all she was worth, part of her mind agog that she was actually in a clench with The Boy Who Lived, and that he was now kissing her back, hard. She had kissed a few boys before, and given out a couple of handjobs as well, but Romilda had nowhere near the sexual experience of her benefactor, or the benefactor’s best friend. She hoped that that was about to change though, as she could tell that her pussy was dripping. After a few minutes, she began to worry that the real Slughorn might come by, and she didn’t want to have to explain things to anyone. So she reluctantly broke the kiss.

“Wow Harry, you are an amazing kisser.” She kept her arms around his head, fingers playing with his hair.

“So are you, that was great.” His arms had moved around her waist during the kiss.

“I’d love to kiss some more, would you?”

“You bet, but I’d better go see what Slughorn wants.”

“Um, I have a confession to make, there is no Slughorn meeting. I just wanted a chance to get you alone for a minute. I’m sorry.” She gave him her best puppy dog eyes, and was rewarded when he started laughing.

“That’s a good one, I’ll have to remember it.” He was horny enough that he didn’t even consider the security implications of it all.

“You forgive me?”

“Sure, it was for a good cause.” He liked the feel of her body against him, though he was aware enough to be checking for polyjuice flasks.

“I’m glad. Now let’s find an empty classroom and get to know each other better.”

Harry was not wild about that idea, classrooms were a pain to lockup, as faculty could come and go in them as they pleased, as could Prefects.

“I’ve got a better idea, meet me outside the Great Hall in five minutes. I have to go get my books and explain things to my friends.”

“Okay, hurry though.” She gave him a quick kiss, and hurried away, almost skipping in delight that this was working.

Neither of them noticed, nor should they have, that there were two Disillusioned figures standing less than three meters away. Pansy and Millie followed Harry as he went back to the library to get his things. Ron and Hermione barely noticed his coming back and leaving again, as they were involved in another heated argument, and Ginny had fallen asleep with her head in her Charms books. The two Slytherin girls followed him to the Great Hall, and then all four of them took the now familiar walk up to the Room of Requirement.

This day, Harry was the one to summon what he wanted inside the room, and while he wasn’t sure if Romilda was willing to go all the way with him, he thought she might. But still, there was no bed inside when they entered, just a long, comfortable couch, with a soft blanket laying on it. It was cold outside, so a nice fire was going. The room was made to be very cozy and intimate, and Harry was pleased that his imagination was so vivid.

“It’s lovely Harry.”

They sat down on the couch, and got intertwined with their bodies almost immediately. Pansy had told Romilda that Harry was more of a follower when it came to foreplay and sex, and the younger girl went right to work.

“You’re so cute Harry, I love that we’re here together.”

“You’re really pretty too Romilda.” And he did think so, even before the drugs Romilda’s looks had never been the issue with him. He thought that she was better looking than both Ginny or Pansy, though she didn’t have Pansy’s raw sexuality. Her black hair was long and soft, or so he felt with one hand, while he held her hand with his other. She wore rings on three fingers on each hand, and her semi-long nails were painted bright red.

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you. You‘re going to make all my dreams come true today.”

Her free hand pulled his head over to hers, and Harry needed no further invitation as they began snogging again. He liked how energetic she was about it, it was a nice contrast to Pansy’s seductive kisses and Millie’s power trip versions. They were more like Ginny’s, only Romilda tasted a lot better and smelled better. His cock was really hard right now.

Romilda had never had so much fun in her short life, she was having a ball sucking the tongue of the most famous teenager in the magical world. They had shucked off their robes before getting on the couch, but she wanted more. She took her hand off of his head and slipped it under his shirt, caressing his back. Her other hand was playing with his hand as the only sounds in the room came from their mouths.

At about 15 minutes, Harry got curious and guided his still taken hand down to the bottom of Romilda’s shirt, and slipped them under it. He made no attempt to get rid of her hand, liking how it felt, and he slowly moved their hands up her stomach, toward her breasts. This was as far as Ginny had ever let him go, though he didn’t know that she had let Michael Corner go much further back in the day. He played around with the bottom edges of her bra for a bit, and then snaked a finger under the left side of the bra, eliciting a moan from his partner. This emboldened him, and within a couple more minutes, his hand was caressing her breast under the bra, her hand still on top of his, though he was doing the guiding.

Romilda had been felt up a couple of times, but she always loved how it felt and didn’t even consider trying to stop him. She wanted to tell him how good this was feeling, his hand on her breast, her hand on his back, and especially the kissing. But that would involve stopping the kiss, and she was getting a bit drunk on his kisses. Despite her resolve to keep Harry for herself, Romilda knew she would have to find a way to thank Ginny for teaching Harry how to kiss so well. She did manage, after a few minutes of breast massage, to guide Harry’s hand behind her back, so that he could unhook her bra. They were in no hurry as they fumbled for a few moments, before he found the latch and got it unhooked.

Harry was loving every second of this, he had this really pretty girl kissing him for all she was worth, and he got to have the fun of undressing her too. He was thinking of Ginny barely at all as the minutes went by, and only thought of Pansy in that she had taught him so much technique. He now had free access to her breasts, and was pleased to feel that they were larger than Ginny’s or Pansy’s. He rubbed and squeezed until he felt Romilda stiffen up, and her moaning into his mouth increased three-fold as she orgasmed.

It was the first time a guy had made her cum, and she was more in love with Harry than ever before. She reluctantly took her hand off of his and moved it to his chest, where she started massaging it. Her other hand dropped a bit lower down his back, and she was now lightly scratching the border between his back and his butt. Romilda didn’t want to stop the kiss, but at the same time she wanted things to be a bit more free, less clothes inhibited, so she reluctantly pulled her mouth back from his.

“Why don’t we get rid of these pesky shirts loverboy?”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned at her, and got her shirt off as quickly as he could without hurting her in the process. He just admired the view for a moment, before raising his arms to allow her to do the same.

“You like?”

“Oh my yes, you have a great body Romilda, lovely.”

“You’re so sweet, yours feels wonderful as well.” She was pulling off his t-shirt while she said this, throwing it to the floor.

“Would you like me to suck on your breasts?”

“Please do, you can do anything you want to me Harry.”

Harry needed no further urging, and lowered his mouth to her right breast, sucking on it for all he was worth. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so he just wrapped his arms around her back, keeping her close to him. He could feel the heat from her body, and even imagined that he could smell her pussy juices too.

Romilda crashed through another orgasm within minutes, while her hands were caressing all over the front and back of Harry’s torso. She could feel how he responded to her touch and was loving it. Both of them were loving it actually, as Harry would spend a minute on one breast, and then switch to the other one. Romilda’s voice was one long whimper, interspersed with moans and pants. She moved her right hand to his ass, and was rubbing it all over with her palm, her fingernails leaving light scratch marks up and down as she did. She was getting ready to use her other hand to go exploring down his front, when she felt him beat her to it.

Harry had found something to do with one of his hands.

He moved it round front and was dipping his fingers below the waist of her skirt and underwear, coming into contact with the top of her pubic hair. He hesitated for a tic, hoping for some encouragement.

“Yes Harry, keep going.”

Harry then decided that he didn’t want any clothes interfering, so he fumbled around a bit and unbuttoned her skirt, giving him better access. With that out of the way, he maneuvered his fingers down further and his fingertips brushed her clit, which combined with the oral attention on her breast gave her another orgasm, this one a screaming one. Once he could tell that she caught her breath, he removed mouth from tit.

“Good?”

“Oh yeah, amazing.” Still was still panting a bit, but with a huge smile on her face.

Harry was about to ask for any requests, but instead chose to trail kisses down her stomach, his tongue doing some poking in her belly button. His fingers were now playing with the outer parts of her pussy, and even Romilda, who had never given or received oral sex, knew where this was going.

She was right. Harry got between her knees and pulled her black panties off, leaving them in his lap and he got on his knees and began to lightly lick her pussy. It was his first pussy licking without either force or his own cum involved, and he took his sweet time, licking like he would an ice cream cone.

“Oh God Harry, I love you.” Romilda had never felt this aroused in her entire life, as her dream man performed oral sex on her. She rested her legs on his shoulders as he pleasured her, and had a series of small orgasms like a wave, each one feeling a bit better than the last.

Harry, while he wished she was shaved, like Millie and Pansy, nevertheless did his fun with gusto, liking the fact that he was tasting only her cum, not his own as well. His cock, after 22 hours rest, was aching like crazy and raring to go, and he was really looking forward to whatever attention she would be paying to it. He had no idea if she was a virgin or not, but he was almost positive that he was going to find out one way or the other. Those were some of the things Harry thought about during the 25 minutes that he ate out Romilda Vane, but one more thought was paramount in his mind: He and Ginny were through. For about 1/3 of his oral explorations he put his tongue on auto-pilot and came to the conclusion, after some mental debate, that he couldn’t go back to smooching with Ginny after experiencing this weekend with Pansy and Romilda, and even Millie.

Romilda, when she could think straight in between orgasms, was doing a debate of her own: blowjob or fuck? She didn’t really come to a conclusion when her last orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt, with no warning, and she thought that she was going to hyperventilate. She couldn’t talk coherently, but pulled on his hair just hard enough to get him to disengage.

Harry could have gone on a little longer, but he didn’t complain as he lifted himself back up to beside her on the couch.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if that was good, given your reactions.”

“No you really don’t, that was incredible.” She was about to lean over to kiss him when the smell of her own pussy juice on his face almost slapped her, it was that strong. She reached down to her robe, took out her wand, and did a bit of cleaning up there on his face. Her other hand was resting on his leg, and she could feel how aroused he was. She could see Harry looking at her with unconcealed lust, which he mentioned:

“You are so beautiful. Your face, your body, everything.”

“Thank you Harry. Now let’s see what we can do about that body of yours.” She put her wand back, and with both hands, unfastened Harry’s trousers. She grabbed the tops of his pants and boxers at the same time and eased them down. Before long, his cock plopped out.

“My, my, what have you been hiding Harry darling?” She was very impressed, it was a lot bigger than the one cock she had seen and the other that she had felt through her ex’s pants. She pulled the rest of his clothes off, shoes and socks had gone off with the robes earlier, and now they were both naked. Romilda was still undecided about what to do, so she delayed a bit and just played with his cock with her hands. She used one hand to fondle his balls, while the other lightly stroked him. There was enough precum seeping out that she didn’t need to lick her hand or anything of the like. She used that as the lube for her strokes.

Pansy and Millie were not in the room, Harry had unconsciously eased his way in the door and quickly closed it behind him, not leaving them any room for a stealth entrance. They loitered outside, still in Disillusionment, before revealing themselves to no one, since there was no one else in the corridor.

“Are you sure about this Pan? What if he likes this girl better than you?” Millie, if forced at wand point, would admit that she thought Romilda to be the better looking of the two.

“He can’t go from Weasley to me outwardly, we know that. There needs to be a transition, someone to take the brunt of the fallout when he breaks up with Weasley. Vane is that girl. Let him have some fun, the potion will bind him to us as long as we keep it current.”

“I want him again, today, that was so hot yesterday.” Just the thought was making Millie a little wet.

“Better than Crabbe and Goyle?”

“They’re big cocks that thrust, nothing more. I could do just as well with my toys.”

“I know just what you mean. When they come out of there, I’ll follow Vane, you feel free to do what you want with Harry. But no one sees it, got it?”

“Got it.”

Back in the room:

“Mmmmm, that feels so good.” Harry did a shudder, though he kept his eyes open to enjoy the sight of this beautiful girl caressing his cock.

Romilda certainly agreed with him, and then decided that someone as big as Harry was would have more than one cum in him if they chose to keep going. So after a few more strokes, she bent her head down and took him in her mouth, her hand still stroking while the other hand was still on his balls.

Now it was Harry’s turn to moan loudly, as he gave himself a mental blank slate to avoid cumming too quickly. He lost that soon as he gasped from her teeth making a bit too much contact, but other than a flinch he didn’t show it. He could tell right away that she had never done this before, there was a lot of just going up and down, without much tongue, but it still felt great. If anything, it prolonged the experience nicely.

Romilda was a little flummoxed at first, she wasn’t sure quite how to do this, other than the obvious up and down motion. But Harry’s moans and gasps encouraged her, and soon she was sucking cock like she kissed: Energetically. The taste of the cock itself and his precum wasn’t exactly yummy to her, but she didn’t mind, and she loved the reaction she was getting. Just yesterday Harry Potter was barely looking at her, now here he was, in a locked room with her, naked and wanting her. Romilda wasn’t so dim that she didn’t know that a bill was due for this from someone, be it her benefactor, or Ginny. But right now she didn’t care, Harry was her first blowjob, each way, and was going to take her virginity.

Harry was thinking the same thing, that he couldn’t wait to be inside this girl, one that yesterday he had been vaguely afraid of. Heck, he had been a little afraid of her this morning. And why? Because she wanted to be with him? Add her to Pansy and Millie, and he was finally starting to figure some things out.

Including where to put his cum, as Romilda had sped up enough that he could feel it building within him.

“I’m about to cum Romilda.” Giving her the option of swallowing or not.

She didn’t know quite what was coming, pun intended, but chose to try and swallow. So when Harry’s pent up load of almost a day came out, her mouth was locked on the head of his cock. As soon as the first spurt entered her mouth, she started choking a bit, but somehow she managed not to loose purchase, and her mouth stayed on. It wasn’t a huge cum for Harry, but it was more than Romilda had been used to in the past. But she got it down, and lifted her lips off his cock and smiled at him.

“That was wonderful Romilda, thank you baby.” He lifted her up and planted a deep kiss on her mouth, swirling his tongue inside as if to help her get rid of what was left of the cum.

Romilda’s heart was totally fluttering now, she had thought that he would be grossed out by his own cum, and not wanting to taste it. Either she was wrong, she thought, or she was a better kisser than she gave herself credit for. The second choice seemed to be the valid one, as she could feel Harry getting hard again, against her chest. She kept one hand stroking his cock as she put the other on the back of his head, enjoying his kiss.

His hands were free, and he used them to bring her body up higher, while not breaking the kiss. Their chests were now together as they snogged, and Harry’s cock was almost level with her entrance. Romilda broke the kiss and put her mouth to his ear.

“I love you Harry, make me a woman.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He lifted her a bit more, on to his lap now, and Romilda placed the cock at her entrance and sat down. Her hymen was in the way, but she leaned down hard enough that it broke, causing his to gasp loudly.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it just hurts a bit. It’ll feel better.”

Harry leaned forward and took her left breast in his mouth, and started to suck it gently.

“That helps, thank you.” She inched downward until Harry was all the way in. It felt like she had a beater bat slammed up inside her, but as she sat there and got used to the feeling, it started to feel really, really.good. She wiggled a little, and could feel his cock twitching inside of her. She could feel one of Harry’s hands on her back, and then she felt the other one snake forward and start playing with her clit.

“Oh yes, please don’t stop that.” Virgin though she had been, Romilda knew what to do, in theory, and so start started trying to raiser and lower herself. A few minutes of practice before she got the hang of it, but soon she was slowly bouncing up and down on him, while his mouth and hand were still doing their fun work. She came within seconds of his fingers touching her clit, and another time barely a minute after that.

Harry, mouth still full of tit, angled his eyes up at her face, and while Romilda had her eyes closed, she had the most lustful smile on her face as she continuously impaled herself on his hard cock. Again, he chided himself for denying himself the pleasures that this lovely girl could have offered him all school year long. He would break up with Ginny and start dating Romilda, with Pansy and Millie being on the side. Then once summer came, things would sort out better. He knew that one some level this was wrong, but he just couldn’t pick between Romilda and Pansy, and Millie came with Pansy.

He consciously started thrusting up at her a little, nothing major at first, but he picked up momentum after a few minutes, and soon they were pounding each other. Harry was groaning so much that his mouth fell off her breast, and their lovemaking sounds were in concert as well, as they urged each other on by word and barely intelligible sound. The verbal sounds almost obscured the thwap thwap sounds that their genitals were making with each other, but both could hear them, which turned them on even more. Harry had just cum less than 20 minutes before, but her tight pussy was doing things to his cock that he could barely comprehend, and she was unconsciously squeezing his cock every time she got all the way down to the root.

“I’m going to cum baby, where do you want it?”

“Inside me lover, it’s okay.” She was pretty sure that she was safe today.

Harry tried to hold off, but it only bought him another minute as he felt the cum rushing up through him and inside her.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh……..Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes, yes.”

For Romilda it felt like a hose was spraying her pussy, as she was about midway down on his cock when he started his cum. She hovered at that area while he came, and then sat down one last time, panting as she came herself. Once she regained the power of speech.

“Oh wow. That was the……oh wow.”

“It was amazing Romilda, you’re amazing.”

“So are you, Ginny’s been a lucky girl to have you and your talents.”

Harry started laughing a bit.

“Ginny and I never did this, not even close. All we did was snog.”

“Then where?”

“I shouldn’t say, I don’t want to be bragging.”

“Well whomever she is, she was lucky.” Romilda, now that she could think clearly, was certain that Harry’s tutor was her benefactor. She could feel Harry’s getting slightly hard in her again, and put her hands on his shoulders, pushing herself off him, and on to the couch next to him. She felt him put his arm around her, and she leaned into his body.

“So you liked it Harry?”

“I loved it.”

“Do I compare with your other woman?”

“Very favorably, you’re much prettier, and you‘re really great in everything else too.”

“What about Ginny?”

“You’re prettier than she is too.”

“Thank you, that’s lovely of you to say.” In truth, Romilda agreed with his assessment, she had always assumed that family pressure had pointed Harry toward Ginny.

“It’s true, and you kiss perfectly.”

She didn’t say anything in reply, she just leaned her head up and met his lips for a demonstration of that perfection. They kissed like that for a long time before Harry’s hand started to wander, which caused Romilda to temporarily stop the kiss.

“I’m a bit sore down there baby, I’m not used to so much attention there.”

“Get used to it in the future though.”

The kiss resumed, and while Harry was hard again, he pointed her hands toward his chest, while he massaged her breasts. No more orgasms occurred, but it was a deeply satisfying hour long snog. Eventually though, time interfered, and they had to get going.

As they got dressed, Romilda asked the foremost question on her mind.

“So what are you going to do about Ginny?”

“Do you want me to break up with her?”

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well then I will, give me a couple of days to let her down though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to just announce it tonight after dinner, there’ll be questions and all that. I don’t want her to get mad at you, or to try anything to hurt you. She has a temper you know.”

“True, good thinking.”

“But you and I will be together afterward.”

“As boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Yes, as a couple.”

Romilda wanted to hop up and down in happiness. Now all she had to do was figure out who her benefactor was, and how to play that. It shouldn’t take much to worm it out of Harry eventually.

“My boyfriend Harry Potter has a nice ring to it.”

“Almost as nice as my girlfriend Romilda Vane.”

Clothes on and straightened up, they walked to the door. She looked at him.

“We’d better go back separately, wouldn’t want to get people talking about us right away.”

“Good thinking.”

She drew him close for a kiss goodbye, and they shared a passionate one for a few minutes, before parting. She opened the door and peeked out, no one was there. Hurrying down the corridor, she was gone in a few seconds as Harry started off in the same direction.

Romilda, in the back of her mind thinking that she might be in some danger, practically ran all the way to the Prefect’s bathroom, where she took a long bath and smiled the entire time. She was never alone in there, and when asked why she was smiling, she replied:

“I’m just having a great day is all.”

And she was.

Pansy hadn’t been sure what she would do to Romilda, if anything, once she caught her, but it was moot now.

Meanwhile, Harry was just rounding the second corner from the Room, when he almost collided with someone.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes, excuse you Potter.”

It was Millie.

“Oh hey Millie.”

“Hey yourself. I was hoping I would run into you today.”

Even Harry, still high from the amazing sex he had just had, could tell that something was up here.

“Why’s that?” He knew though.

“You didn’t enjoy yesterday?”

“You know I did.”

“Glad to hear it, so did I. I missed those lips of yours.”

After saying that, she licked hers, and Harry’s cock immediately got rock hard.

“I thought about yours too, when I was in bed.” He had thought about them both, Millie and Pansy.

“Nice, very nice. We have an hour before dinner starts Potter, what say we have some fun.” She didn’t wait for a reply, and instead roughly pulled his face to hers for one of her violent kisses.

Harry immediately surrendered his mouth to hers, and let her tongue conquer him. They kissed like that for five minutes, in the middle of the hallway. No one came upon them by sheer dumb luck, before Millie broke away.

“Yeah, just like I remembered.” She reached out a hand to feel Harry’s hardness.

“Very hard. Do you want to fuck me Potter?”

“Yes, very much.”

“You want me more than Ginny Weasley?”

“You know I do.”

She looked at her watch.

“You’ve got 55 minutes to show me how much. Let’s go.” She took his hand and led him back the way he came, to the Room of Requirement.

To be continued……..