The Not So Good Girl

Virginie, annoyed, grabbed her bottle of expensive French hairspray from the desk and began lacquering Hermione’s wild hair. “Hermione, your hair is the limit, no?”

“I know, I know,” Hermione testily replied, wincing as Virginie pulled and curled her unruly brown hair.

“It eez fine, it eez not your fault,” Virginie tried, the annoyance still peeking through in the form of her prominent French accent. “You cannot help eet.” She sprayed and set some more, and finally put the hairspray bottle back on the desk.

“Voila!” she announced, pulling off the towel she had wrapped around Hermione for protection against the hairspray.

“I loooove it!” Hermione squealed, feeling her hair and looking in the mirror.

“Ronald will not be able to keep his hands off of you, no? You will have lots of fun tonight…and if you don’t, I’m sure I will more than make up for it for both of us,” Virginie said, returning her hair products to their respective places and taking out her make up.

“Ron wouldn’t get an erection if I lifted up my skirt and bent over in front of him,” Hermione said bitterly, still touching up her hair.

“I do not know about that, Hermione,” Virginie said, gingerly applying muted eyeliner. “Just to-day at lunch Ronald came to zee Ravenclaw table, and he wanted to know just what he had to do in order to get you into bed.

“Not that that is all he wants,” she added, seeing Hermione’s eyes flash. “He made that quite clear…it seems he thinks it is time you two progressed to the next level.”

“Well,” Hermione began, obviously embarrassed, “I rather think so as well.”

“Very good!” Virginie said, throwing down the eyeliner to applaud Hermione.

“Oh stop,” Hermione testily responded. “Just because you and Chris are like animals.”

Virginie giggled, returning to the application of eyeliner. She chose a golden-hued eyeshadow and began applying it liberally as a base. “You know what they say about the French…

“All I know is, Chris and I have been getting a lot more action than you and Ron. So…get some!”

Hermione disappeared behind Virginie’s changing screen, and said, “Well, tonight’s the night, then? What did Ron say?”

“He said he has a nine inch cock waiting for you,” Virginie yelled, causing Padma Patil, who was also applying make up, to giggle next to Virginie.

“Oh Virginie, really!” Hermione screamed from behind the screen.

“I could go on…” she offered.

“Please, no,” Hermione said stiffly.

“All right. Well he said he knows a good place that you two lovebirds can go to tonight if you’re interested. Not that I’m supposed to be telling you this.”

From behind the screen, Hermione screamed.

“What!”

“I fucking zipped my fucking back!” Hermione bellowed. “I’m nervous now!”

“Oh, c’mon Hermione,” Padma joined in. “It’s just Ron.”

“It’s! Just! Ron!” she cried. “IT IS NOT JUST RON! I LOVE RON! I HAVE LOVED HIM FOREVER! THIS IS A VERY SPECIAL EVENT THAT IS SUPPOSED TO OCCUR BETWEEN US, AND YOU TWO ARE TREATING IT LIKE A JOKE. I AM OFFENDED! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

“Hey, calm down Hermione,” Virginie said as she continued to apply her makeup. “You’re very uptight…you really do need to get some.”

Padma giggled and looked at Virginie, and they both turned as Hermione appeared. She looked stunning, wearing lovely deep wine coloured robes that had gold trim at the wrists and waistline.

“Lovely!” Virginie told her, walking behind the screen to don her own robes, which she was rather self-conscious about: the only dress robes she had were of a vibrant sky blue, and there was just one thin shoulder strap of small glistening diamonds, leaving the dress almost strapless. Though the dress was by no means showy, she felt as if it was due to the amount of skin she was showing compared to the Hogwarts’ girls.

She stepped from the screen and both Padma and Hermione gasped.

“What?” she asked worriedly.

“You look bone-a-rrific! Those are lovely!” Padma exclaimed. “I wish I had some like that!”

“And I do as well!” Hermione breathed, moving closer to touch the glittering strap. “They’re wonderful!”

“Thank you,” Virginie answered honestly, looking at them both and searching for signs of falseness. None appeared.

The door to the girls’ dormitories opened, and a second-year girl stuck her head in. “Uhm…Padma? Vir-ginn-y…uhm…Virg-inny?” she tried, then gave up. “Your dates are waiting in the common room.”

After she shut the door, Padma said, “Good. They need to wait.” She walked to her trunk and retrieved three glasses and a bottle of champagne, which she opened with her wand.

“To getting some cock!” she screamed, and Hermione spit her drink out while Padma and Virginie laughed and toasted each other.

Soon the three emerged from the Ravenclaw dormitories and walked down the stairs to the Common Room.

“I always love seeing the looks on my dates’ faces,” Padma said. “Let them eat their hearts out.”

“For sure,” Virginie replied, smiling down at Chris, whose jaw needed to be surgically replaced, it was hanging open so wide. She met him at the bottom with a big kiss, which he returned passionately.

“You look perfect,” he told her, smiling with his nose touching hers.

“Thank you,” she smiled back, wrapping her long arms around his neck and kissing him once more. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He offered his arm, which she took without hesitation. Padma and her date stood behind them as Chris offered his arm to Hermione as well, and she took it as they exited Ravenclaw Tower and headed down to the Entrance Hall, where Ron was to be waiting for Hermione. By the time they arrived, Hermione was shaking uncontrollably. As soon as she caught sight of Ron, she broke from Chris and Virginie and ran straight to him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek when she’d reached him.

“What’s wrong with her?” Chris asked, kissing along her earlobe.

“Mmm…Ron wants to fuck her,” she replied, squirming from his kisses.

“ ‘Bout time,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck from behind.

“You’re telling me,” Virginie said as McGonagall appeared at the entrance to the Great Hall. Wordlessly, she waved her wand about the keyholes and the great heavy doors flew open, allowing them entrance.

Students flocked to various tables to first enjoy their meals. Chris and Virginie joined Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean, Harry and Luna at a table, Harry very conspicuously seating himself as far from Ginny as he could manage.

After dinner, Ginny and Dean left to dance, while Ron, Hermione, Harry and Luna stayed at the table with Chris and Virginie. Ron and Hermione were giving each other adoring gazes; so many, in fact, that Harry seemed to grow impatient and asked Luna for a dance. Chris shot her a look that melted her into a puddle on the floor and also asked if she’d like to dance. She accepted, and the two headed to the middle of the vast crowd that was gyrating to the sickeningly fast beat. As the music switched to a slower tune, Chris pulled her closer and put his hands just below her waist.

“Everyone’s staring at you,” he whispered into her hair.

“So what?” she whispered back, looking around to see that indeed, most of the Hogwarts boys were staring at her.

“So…you could have anyone.”

Virginie bit just below his earlobe, causing him to shiver. “So what?” she whispered. “It’s your cum I’ll be swallowing tonight.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You are one sick, sick woman,” he said, kissing her.

“You know you like it.”

“Never said I didn’t,” he smiled, pulling her closer.

They danced, holding on to one another tightly. After the round of slow songs ended, they turned to walk to their table, noticing the numerable stares they were receiving.

“Still wish they’d stop,” Chris said, gripping her hand tighter.

“It’s fine, darling,” she said, rubbing his arm. “Would you get me a drink?”

“Sure,” he said, pulling her chair out for her, then turning to get a drink from the refreshment table.

Harry turned and smiled at her from his spot at the other end of the table. “Ron and Hermione seem to be sickeningly sweet on each other tonight,” he said to her.

“Yes, they…well you know,” she said, unsure of whether or not to be vulgar with Harry.

“Ohh…” he said, as it dawned on him. “Oh, and….I wanted to tell you…uhmm…you look very nice.”

“Thank you, Harry,” she said, smiling.

Chris returned with two drinks in his hands. Virginie sipped hers gingerly, looking at Ron and Hermione on the dance floor. Ron was whispering something to Hermione, and she smiled lovingly up at him.

“Virginie.”

She turned, looking at Chris questioningly. He leaned in closer, brushing her lips with his, making her shiver. He kissed along her cheekbones to her earlobes and blew softly into her ear. Breathing softly into her ear, he whispered, “Let’s go upstairs…”

She bit her lip and broke away, smiling up at him. “Is that what you really want?” she asked teasingly.

He rubbed her arm tenderly. “More than anything…”

She smiled at him, placing her hand on his thigh and preparing to rise when Draco Malfoy appeared at Chris’s side.

“Fancy a dance, Virginie? …Actually, I’ll rephrase that: Would you please dance with me?” he asked.

“No, not really, Draco,” she replied testily, while thinking Well there goes my erection.

“Sure?” he asked.

“Most definitely,” she replied, standing and tugging at Chris’s hand so he did the same. “You see, we were just leaving.”

“Oh,” he said, realization dawning on him. “Right. Well see you two around.”

“That was odd,” Chris said as they walked upstairs. “Usually the bastard would press it.”

“I know,” she replied, holding tight to his hand as they climbed the stairs. “Let’s not think on it, sweetie…”

He smiled at her hungrily as they reached the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower. “After you,” he said, gesturing her inside.

“Why thank you,” she said, looking behind her. “Although I’m sure you just wanted a nice look at my ass.”

“How could I resist?” he said, entering after her into the empty Common Room. “It’s quite a nice one.”

She embraced him, kissing as fiercely as she could while standing. If they’d been in bed, she’d have pushed him into the mattress in her passion.

He groaned and pushed her toward the stairs. When they’d reached them, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs, putting her down when they’d reached the entrance to his dormitory. Pushing her against the door, he kissed her passionately and moved hungrily down her neck, and her breaths came in small sighs.

She broke away from him to open the door, and after they’d burst in, Chris shut the door and locked it with a spell she’d taught him when they’d first begun doing this. Chris’s roommate, Michael, was frequently down in the Head Boy’s dorm anyway, so there was really no need to lock the room, but there was always the fear that a small little first year would burst in on them.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she groaned as he lifted her hair and kissed her entire neck. Stepping behind her, he unfastened the clasp to her dress, and it fell around her ankles, leaving her in her bra and thong.

He moved in again, pushing her closer to his bed while rubbing her sides softly, making her squirm for him. Finally they hit his trunk, and he set her on top of it and continued kissing her. Gingerly, she unclasped his black satin robe and watched it fall to the ground. They continued kissing while Virginie hungrily unbuttoned the numerous obstructions on his shirt, wrapping her legs around his waist until she could feel how hard he was through his black trousers.

When his shirt was off, Virginie hungrily kissed down Chris’s chest, watching him grow more and more vulnerable as she moved further and further down. She kissed hungrily just below his navel, causing him to squirm in pleasure. Hungrily she kissed along his lower stomach, listening to the sharp inhalations of breath he took as she bit her way along his belt.

Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. She hurriedly ripped off his belt and unzipped his pants, watching them fall to the floor, just the way her dress had a few moments before. Chris’s boxers were bulging just where she wanted them to be, and she licked his hardness through the fabric, listening with pleasure as he groaned and placed his hand on her head.

Hastily she pulled the boxers down, setting his enormous erection free. She traced her finger up and down the thick, pulsating shaft of his cock and felt him shiver. She smiled, thinking how good it felt to make him feel good.

Without warning, she took all of him in her mouth, and he gasped. She massaged him with her tongue as she moved up and down and in circles, giving him a good workout. She licked his head in circles as if it were an ice cream cone and paid close attention to his rugged breathing. When he stammered, “Stop…my turn now…” she unhappily removed his pulsating cock from her mouth and looked up at him.

He picked her up and placed her on his bed, kissing her waiting mouth. Working his way down, he bit and licked her pressure points, sending her into immediate ecstasy. He pulled her bra off and tossed it to the floor and kissed her aroused nipples. She groaned and twisted under his hard Quidditch body.

Working his way down her stomach, he bit and kissed each part of her, until her panties were sodden and she was burning up on the inside. Leaning down, he stuck his tongue on her wet panties and ran it up and down, back and forth over her clit. Her breathing came faster and faster until she was writhing on the bed, begging him to take her panties off.

He tore them off with his teeth and flung them on the floor, delving into her wet pussy. Hungrily he licked and kissed her lips and clit until she was so wet, she could feel it running down her legs.

“Please Chris,” she begged him. “Please fuck me, please.”

He bit her inner thigh and sat up, kneeling before her naked form. Both his hands ran from her upper thighs to her calves, pushing her legs further up into the air. Looking down, she could see his hard cock inches from her pussy, making her throb and writhe harder.

Silently, he took his thick, rock-hard cock and rubbed the head against her clit. Virginie let out a punctuated scream and shivered beneath him, while he rubbed harder and harder, until she rose up so far she was almost even with his face, and she looked straight into his eyes and, eye to eye, she begged him silently to end the torture and fuck her.

He didn’t seem to get the hint.

“Fuck me!” she screamed, throwing herself back down on the bed.

“Are you sure you want that?” he teased, rubbing in a circle at her entrance.

“Oh God, oh Godd…” she moaned, writhing on the bed below him. “Fuck me hard, Chris…I need you.”

He continued to tease her at her entrance, and she moaned and became wetter and wetter, until she could see, from the moonlight streaming through the windowpane, that his huge, erect penis was glistening from it.

Without warning, he thrust his entire cock inside her, and she screamed loudly. He varied his pace, going slower and slower, causing her to moan from the agonizing speed, then moving so fast and furiously she thought her head would go through the headboard of his bed.

When she thought she couldn’t take it any more, her legs shot straight into the air and she put her hands on his chest to steady herself. She arched her hips up to meet him, tightening her walls around his swollen cock. Never before had she come this hard with Chris, and she took immense pleasure in staring straight into his eyes as she screamed his name over and over again, until finally she released and could feel herself let it all go.

“Mmmmmm,” she sighed, leaning her head back.

“You like that?” he said, kissing her. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her left leg and flipped her over into the doggie-style position. “My turn,” he said huskily, thrusting into her as far as he could, causing her to gasp. She was still wet and tingling, and she steadied herself by putting her elbows on the bed and leaning forward slightly.

“That’s it, baby,” Chris grunted as he thrust faster and faster into her. With each hard thrust, he groaned, making the “Unh, unh, unh,” rhythmic.

Sooner than before, Virginie felt the pleasure that had been building up about to release itself once more. She screamed for Chris as he began groaning and moaning her name.

“Lemme cum in you,” he begged, still thrusting hard.

“Mmmm….ohhhh Chris, I want you to!” she screamed, about to come herself.

“Oh God,” he moaned. “Oh God, Virginie!”

They collapsed on the bed, their breathing heavy and irregular.

“Oh God,” he said, rolling over to kiss her cheek. “Oh God that was fucking good.”

“Ditto, Mr. Doubles,” she said, grinning and kissing him.

“If this is what I get for going to dances with you,” he said, still kissing her, “I’ll go to every fucking dance this school has to offer.”