Gilderoy's Conquests

Memory #3

Label: Hands on Hannah



I imagine Lockhart is feeling pretty cocky after the successful completion of his first crime. Where the last one could be seen as opportunistic, this time Lockhart singles out the girl he wants. She's a very pretty second year girl who is wearing her blonde hair in pigtails (identity: Hannah Abott). Lockhart makes up some excuse to get her into his office after class, and it begins again. She takes a piece of candy, and as Lockhart locks the door, the girl begins stripping her clothes off.



She's got a slight frame, and very pretty skin. I'll admit, she's pleasant to look at. But only a real slime ball would be willing to take advantage of her innocence. Lockhart doesn't even take her back to his bedchamber this time. No, he's too inflamed by the sight of her. He begins stripping off his own clothes, and it's clear that he's already very excited.



The cold spell washes over Hannah, and she crosses her arms and shivers. Lockhart kneels down beside her chair to hold her. His hands begin to roam over her body, tracing her goose pimples. They linger over her pink nipples, which are hardly defined by the slight semblance of breasts. He caresses her thighs, and as the potion begins to inflame her desire, she thrusts into him. She kisses his body and grips his erection as he pushes his fingers inside of her.



The universality of sex is amazing - that, ignoring the influence of the potion, a girl of only about 12 years can so instinctively know how to get what she needs, with just a little guidance. And that, despite my sense of utter disgust, my body can allow itself to mutiny against my mind, and become turned on by such an unnatural act. I suppose it's partly due to the effect the potion has - if the girl were struggling, it would hardly be erotic for me. But even so, I despise the effect this sight is having on my body. A man of weaker will might succumb to it, or allow himself to be persuaded by convenient lies. But I will not give in to unholy temptation. That's precisely the thing that separates me from creeps like Gilderoy Lockhart - creeps who rape little girls and then convince themselves that the girls enjoyed it.



Hannah has Lockhart's penis in her mouth now and she's sucking on it energetically, pigtails bobbing back and forth. Pretty soon, there's ejaculate dribbling down her chin. But she's not satisfied yet. Lockhart resumes thrusting his fingers in and out between the girl's legs, and she moans and sighs in response. I watch her spasm, and slide out of the chair, onto the floor. She's lying there, arching her back, and Lockhart is on top of her, caressing her again. He fingers her some more, massaging her nipples and her clitoris, and eventually she orgasms again.



By the time I can hardly take any more, the girl's body relaxes and she drops into sleep. Lockhart lays beside her for awhile, his hands still tracing the contours of her pubescent body. The thought flashes through my mind that she'll probably do this a lot, with her looks - then I remind myself of how young she still is, and how Lockhart had poisoned her. I hope to God she doesn't have to do it like THAT ever again. Lockhart dresses her himself this time, and then wipes her memory. She wakes up - mercifully - with no idea of all that had just transpired.