The Soft Breaking of Harry Potter

This chapter picks up right where the previous chapter left off:

“Hey Ginny, I thought you’d gone to bed?”

“I had, but someone came to get me. What’s going on here?” She did sound like she had been gotten out of bed, but she was working her way up to being mad.

Harry suspected who had gone to get her, but knew that morally he didn’t have a leg to stand on. He kept to the story though.

“I’m helping Romilda study for Defense.”

“Yeah, right. You usually start laughing while studying do you?”

Now Harry thought that he might have his opening. He would rather not hurt his soon to be ex, cold as she was to him physically.

“I’m in a laughing mood, are you expecting an apology?” A bit snotty in his reply, trying to goad her. He hoped that Romilda would have the sense to keep quiet.

“So that’s all you two are up to, studying?”

Ginny was not trying to keep her voice down, and people were not even pretending to look away. Romilda was not looking down, but was keeping quiet.

“Just what the hell are you accusing me of?”

“I mean you’ve been pretty distant the last few days, I think I know why now.”

Very true, but Harry was not going to admit that without a wand to his head.

“Oh my God. I can’t talk to another girl without your permission? Is that what you think our relationship has come to? So I can talk to you, Luna, and Hermione, and that’s it?”

“Where were you all night? You left right after dinner and didn’t come back until right before curfew.” Hermione had told her that.

“It’s none of your damn business where I was, there are things that you don’t need to know.” That could mean Dumbledore things, or it could mean what Ginny thought it meant. Harry was saying that for Ron and Hermione more than Ginny.

“So you think you can just sneak off without a word to anyone?!”

“I’m not going to put up with any public interrogations from the likes of you. You‘re deliberately trying to embarrass me, and for what? Do you have your own indiscretions that you‘re trying to cover up?” He wasn’t lying with that accusation either.

“Oh fuck you.”

And that was all that Harry needed, later on he would be surprised at how easy it was.

“No thanks, I’m not in the mood for you now, nor will I be. I can’t sit in the middle of the damn common room for five minutes with someone, without you coming down here and being a bitch, accusing me of things. We’re done.”

“Damn right we’re done.” Ginny did not have her wand with her, or things might have happened. She stalked back upstairs, shrugging off any gestures from Ron and Hermione.

Harry did have his wand, though it was still in his pocket. He rounded on his other two friends, who were coming towards. Ron looked half mad, half pleased, while Hermione just looked concerned. Harry pointed his finger at them.

“I don’t want to hear it from either of you two right now.”

“Where were you tonight Harry?” Hermione, to her credit, kept her voice down. She knew that Harry had told them as he came in, but was having her doubts now.

Harry turned to Romilda, now he wanted her to speak.

“Romilda, where were you tonight? Were we together?”

“Of course not, I was at my Charm’s club meeting, then Wexie and I did our nails. I saw you come in a few minutes ago, and reminded you that we had to study.”

Hermione’s mouth closed, the Charm’s club thing would be very easy to verify, and she had seen Romilda and her roommate drying their nails in the bathroom earlier.

“Thank you. Now where I was did not, and does not, concern you. I’ll let what you just pulled slide Hermione, because of all you’ve done for me, but don’t ever do it again.”

“Hey, don’t you dare threaten her.”

“You ought to be happy Ron, now you don’t have to think about me and your sister.”

Ron, very noticeably, did not say a word there, as Harry closed the distance between the three of them. His wand was still not out.

“Here’s another threat: Anything happens to Romilda of a Prefect nature, and I’ll use every chit I have with Dumbledore to fix it, and I have a lot of them you know. She’s done nothing wrong here.” Not true of course, but Harry felt the need to protect her. He spoke so that only the two of them could hear him.

“I would never abuse my position like that, and you know it.” Hermione looked offended.

“Just make sure Ginny knows it.”

“Tell her yourself tomorrow, I’m not your messenger.” Big mistake, and Hermione knew it as soon as she said it. Even Ron looked incredulously at her as Harry shot back.

“But you were just the messenger for her though, weren’t you? Now I’m going to go help my friend study, like I promised I would. Goodnight.” He pointedly turned his back, and went back over to where he and Romilda had been set up.

Ron and Hermione, for lack of anything better to do, went back over to their own study area, and were now quietly arguing. Harry looked at their backs as he sat down, putting up the privacy charm again.

“I’d give a galleon to be privy to that conversation. Poor Ron, caught betwixt and between.”

“You handled that masterfully Harry.” Her tone was full of praise, trying to be soothing.

“I handled it, let’s leave it at that. She was right you know.”

“Not the details though, and she came off rather badly.”

“Thank goodness. Look, our morning thing can’t happen now, Ron might very well follow me out of the bedroom. Plan on tomorrow night after dinner, if you‘re free.”

“Sure I’m free, just tell me when and where.”

“Let’s say 7:00 for when, and where to be decided. We’ll see where the wind is blowing tomorrow.” He wouldn’t put it past Hermione to start following him around.

“Sounds great, I can’t wait to be with you again.” Very eager she was.

“Me too, I’d show you right now if there weren’t so many people around.” He knew that they wouldn’t be left alone tonight though.

“I’ll imagine it tonight when I’m in bed.” Her tone was very suggestive, and she was pleased to see him smile again.

“Me too, now let’s actually get some studying done. We have our audience to satisfy after all.”

They got down to it, and Harry spent the next 40 minutes going over fourth year Defense things with her. He was learning a bit as well, as Snape taught very different things to Romilda’s year than the fake Moody had taught Harry and friends two years earlier. They went to bed, Romilda five minutes after Harry, without kissing goodnight or any other public display.

And true enough, Hermione and five others stayed to see the not-show. Harry ignored her as he went to bed, while Romilda just smiled pleasantly at her. She knew she would have to win over Hermione a bit if she was going to be Harry’s girlfriend.

Ron said nothing to Harry as they got ready for bed, but he wasn’t glowering at him at least. Harry figured that Ron was working out how to deal with all of this, and he left him to it.

Hogwarts students didn’t have email to get the gossip around, but breakfast wasn’t half over the next morning before the entire school knew of the Harry/Ginny split. Ginny’s mood had barely gotten lighter after a night’s sleep, while Harry knew that he was too far down the road to go back. He sat between Ron and Hermione without speaking much to either of them, but no harsh words were exchanged.

Pansy and Millie heard the news just like everyone else, and the bigger girl whispered to her roommate as they walked to their first class of the day.

“I thought you told him not to force things too quickly?”

“He must have had no other play, the bitch probably confronted him and he saw his chance.”

“How long will you let the little one have him?”

“A month or so, then we’ll do some work and break them up too, a classic rebound relationship.”

“Sounds good.”

“Leave him be today Millie, he needs his time with the little one, and we’re in danger of wearing him out. I think 13 orgasms in three days is pushing it.” She was pretty sure it was that many, assuming that Millie was telling her the truth.

“He’s got great stamina.”

“I’m not arguing that, but a lot of that was built up over the years. Besides, eventually people are going to ask where he goes off to, and he won’t be able to answer them. Give him to her today, and then no one on Wednesday, let him recharge.”

“Fine, fine, I won’t touch him today.”

“Good, and that means no snogging either. Just leave him to her.” Pansy’s one worry in all this was that Harry was going to become addicted to so many girls that his head would explode. Or worse, that he would be getting so much love lipstick that he would build up a tolerance to it. Either way, she didn’t want Dumbledore or Slughorn getting involved and doing a scan for potions in him.

Later on that night:

Harry did not get away from Hermione so easily this time after dinner. His friend was extremely curious as to what he was up to, and after he got up from the table, she went with him, chattering away as if they had never fought. It was only when he ducked into one of the boys’ only bathrooms that he lost her, since it had four exits. He met Romilda in one of the Charms classrooms as planned. She was waiting for him there.

“I wondered how long it would take you to ditch Hermione.” Romilda had left five minutes after Harry did.

“It took awhile, I need to come up with a story for her.” He locked the door, and put an alarm charm on it, it would give the two of them a three second delay if someone tried to come in.

“You’re getting some training from a teacher you can’t name, you’ve been sworn to secrecy.”

Harry stared at her, a bit goggled.

“Divination was that boring.” She gave him a sweet smile.

“We warned you.” Harry and Ron had started a yearly warning to all the younger years about Trelawney and her insanity, but the girls rarely listened, preferring the glowing reports of Lavender and Parvati.

“Yes you did. Now how was Hermione?”

“Didn’t say a word about Ginny, and Ron didn’t say a word period, though he still sat next to me at meals and in class.”

“Then it’s all working out.”

“So far. I should have asked last night, are you sore from the other day?”

“I was a bit, but it went away soon enough, you were very gentle.”

“It was hard to do that, you’re a bundle of energy.” He pulled her to him.

“I’m hot for you, that’s why, but thank you for asking, you’re so very sweet.”

“You’re sweet tasting.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes ma’am, let me take the next hour to show you.” He thought he didn’t dare take anything more.

Romilda was disappointed that it would be so brief, she had done a lot of planning during Divination. It showed on her face.

“We just don’t need the questions right now, we need to give it some time before we come out as a couple.” He was wondering about that though, about being in a relationship with her. Did they really have a mental spark as well as a physical one?

She nodded, but resolved to make him go longer, she was picking up the feeling from him that she hadn‘t gotten him secured yet. Plus, she knew that she was fighting someone else for him, her mysterious benefactor.

“Then let’s not waste time talking.”

“Whatever you say Miss.” He transfigured one of the desks into a mattress, not as elegantly done as Pansy did, but it was functional. He pulled her down with him, and they got right to business, kissing passionately. No clothes got shed, other than shoes, for the first few minutes as their mouths got reacquainted with each other.

It was, for Harry, yet another in a series of contrasts, as Romilda kissed him so enthusiastically, but without Pansy‘s sensuality or Millie‘s dominance. He couldn’t help but respond in kind, and their tongues were soon pistoning in and out of each other’s mouths. Then the clothes started to come off, pants and underwear first, so the kissing wouldn’t stop, and then shirts and her bra. The kissing had to stop for that, and Harry was yet again admiring her body.

“You have such a great body Romilda.”

“Likewise honey, all those Quidditch muscles on display. Just lay back and let me worship it for awhile.”

She pushed him on to his back, and laid next to him, kissing all over his chest. Her lipstick was long gone, secret ingredients and all, as she started licking his nipples. Her left hand was lightly playing with his cock, while her right was hooked under his arm, keeping him next to her.

“Oh wow, that feels so good.”

Romilda smiled in her mind, but didn’t break contact with his chest as she kept going. As far as she knew, she was the first of her roommates to have sex, so it was not like she could go hunting for tips on how to do it. She was experimenting, in her own way, and trusted that Harry would let her know if he didn’t like something. He sure seemed to like this though, and she filed it away for the next time, as her mouth traveled down his chest. Romilda briefly Frenched his belly button for a minute, but her real target was down below.

Harry really started moaning when her lips wrapped around his cock, and it only got louder as she started sucking up and down, going about halfway each time. One hand was playing with his balls, which she found fascinating for some reason, with the other arm rubbing the bottom half of his cock. She quickly found that Harry was a moaner, not a talker, so she let the sounds guide her as she picked up the pace.

Harry was loving every second of it, as his future girlfriend gave him a world class blowjob, or at least he thought it was world class. So what if they didn’t really have anything to talk about? She was pretty and eager to please, it was not like he was going to marry her. He couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes and savor it only because the visual was so good. Romilda had her hair in a ponytail, and he could see everything. After a few minutes though, he had to say something.

“Slow down for a bit unless you want me to cum.”

Romilda had been practicing using her entire mouth to stimulate his cock, and was about to try and go all the way to the root, when he said that. Slowing down was not her instinct, but she did as asked anyway. She cut to about half the sucking speed she was doing, which was still a lot quicker than Pansy did it. But Harry signaled his approval.

“Thank you, you are so, so good at this Romilda, I love it.”

Romilda felt a glow inside upon hearing that, and kept at that speed for the next couple of minutes before deciding to amp things up a bit. She knew that he could cum more than once, if not a few times, so she sped back up gradually. The only sounds in the room were Harry’s moans, which were more guttural right now, and her slurping noises.

Harry could hear her slurping very clearly, and it was making him tingle all over. It was turning him on and making it a lot harder to hold off cumming. She was tickling his balls now, which was bringing him even closer to the end.

The end came two minutes later when Romilda went all the way down, and by accident squeezed his cock with her throat.

“Oh God, I’m cumming.” Harry let out one loan moan as his cock pulsed and pulsed in her throat.

Romilda could sure feel him cumming, the cock was expanding in her throat as the cum flowed out of it. But she didn’t taste any of it, as she forced herself to keep her mouth at the root until he was finished, mastering out of necessity breathing through her nose. Harry’s cock was thick enough that no air was going to get down her throat while it was lodged in there. She eased off his cock when he was done cumming, not so much out of sensuality, but trying to be easy on her throat.

But it did have the effect of making him hard again, and she could feel it as she pulled her mouth off, and see it once it was off. She grinned up at him, loving the sated look on his face.

“Like that?”

“Try loved that. You have a very talented mouth.”

“Thank you, I want to please my man.”

“You pleased him, have no worries there.”

Romilda was very happy now, and crawled up his body to give him another taste of her talented mouth. They kissed hungrily for a few minutes, what little taste of pre-cum in Romilda’s mouth was long gone now.

All the while the kissing was going on, Harry was getting fully hard again. He was tempted to eat her pussy next, but thought better of it. She had shown that it was a turn on when he ate his cum out of her last time, so he would do it again. But first, he would have to fill her up with cum. So as they licked each others’ mouths, he turned her over.

Sensing what he wanted to do, she took hold of his cock and placed it at her entrance. She broke the kiss long enough to say:

“Fuck me Harry.”

She didn’t give him time to answer, as she planted her mouth back on his and swirled her tongue in him right away, which caused Harry to moan really loudly. Romilda wrapped her legs around his butt and that, along with her hand on his cock, brought him inside her for just the second time.

Oh man she’s tight, Harry couldn’t help but thinking. Mille was nowhere near this tight, though she was good enough, and Pansy had been fucked by Draco enough that she wasn’t totally a snug fit for him. But Romilda was still very tight around his cock, and he spent a nice minute just savoring the feeling of her pussy. But that stopped when she got impatient and started thrusting up at him, her hands on the back of his head, forcing him to keep the kiss going as she was thrusting her tongue and her ass with equal vigor. So Harry gave in and started pumping her.

He had just cum, so he lasted quite awhile. Romilda didn’t like slow stuff, making love and all that, so it was more like an athletic event than anything for Harry. Her pussy still felt great, and when they weren’t kissing Harry couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was as she smiled up at him. She didn’t say much, just a lot of ‘Harry, yes’ in various combinations, but she was smiling the whole time and making it clear how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her. She came twice herself before Harry emptied himself inside her after over 30 minutes of non-stop sex.

“Oh God, I’m about to………..oh yes!” He was grinning now and rope after rope of thick cum slammed inside his girl. Like with Pansy and Millie, Harry had not thought to ask if Romilda was using birth control, he just assumed that since she had pursued him so sexually, that she was safe.

In fact she wasn’t, though Romilda was pretty sure that this was a safe time of the month for her to be having sex. This whole thing had come as such a quick surprise less than a week ago, that she had not had time to secure the proper potions. They were on the way though.

“Wow Harry, that was so amazing. You’re such a masterful lover.”

“It’s all you Romilda, all you.”

He leaned down for a kiss, and they licked each other’s tongues for a bit. Harry was still hard inside her, and unconsciously he started moving a little, micro-thrusts, and she was responding in kind. They rocked back and forth like that, kissing all the while, until Harry realized that the clock was ticking a bit. He was too far down the road to pull out without cumming, so he pushed inside her as hard as he could and ground his cock in hard, causing her to cum hard. That, in turn, made him cum again, though not as much as his first two times.

It was enough though, and he semi-collapsed on top of her, both of them spent. The two of them took a minute to catch their breath, and then Harry looked at his watch for the first time. It showed that 90 minutes had elapsed.

“We need to get going honey.” He kissed her lightly on the mouth.

“Okay loverboy, but I don’t want to move right now.” She giggled.

“Me neither, but soon we’ll be able to do this a lot more.”

“I can’t wait.”

They got dressed, and Harry decided that they didn’t have to walk back to Gryffindor separately. So they strolled together, and once at the Fat Lady, Harry put his arm around her and pulled her close for a quick kiss goodnight.

It wasn’t a quick one though, Romilda grabbed his head and snogged the life out of him for a full minute, daring him to try and break free. He didn’t, but no witnesses other than a few paintings saw their goodnight kiss. They missed an audience by ten seconds, as some second years came around the corner just as Romilda went through the painting door.

Hermione, when she returned from the library, interrogated Harry about his whereabouts, but couldn’t get any further than:

“I have some things to do for Professor X, and I can’t tell you what they are or which teacher they’re for. I’m sorry, but I was sworn to secrecy.”

It convinced her on the surface, but made her more determined than ever to find out. Ginny had been gone the entire time, so had not noticed Harry’s being gone.

Wednesday was a day of no sex for Harry, as Pansy again ordered Millie to leave him be. They each did steal a kiss from him, just long enough, so that they didn’t risk the three day limit with the love lipstick, but otherwise Harry was in plain sight all evening, studying with Neville in the common room, though Ron and Hermione joined them at one point. Things were finally thawing out between Harry and Ron, though Ginny was still pointedly ignoring him. He didn’t mind though, the last thing he wanted was her pining for him. He would have felt a bit guiltier about the entire thing, but for the way she had barely even wanted to kiss him, let alone do more. Romilda legitimately had things to do, so there was no time for any secret meeting between the two of them.

Thursday night was Millie’s night, as her note ordered him to meet her at the front doors right after dinner. After the night before, he didn’t have to head fake Hermione this time, so he wandered, seemingly aimlessly, to the front doors. He found Millie there, her school bag slung over her shoulder. She didn’t give him a greeting right away, but crooked one manicured finger and bade him to follow her.

She went right to a door less than a meter from the left front door. Students for years had tried to open it, but there was some trick to it, and they never could. Millie knew the trick, but made no effort to block Harry from seeing it. They entered, and found a small space, about four meters long by six meters wide. The door closed behind them, and now Millie was ready for her greeting. She pulled Harry to her, and planted her mouth on his. His mouth automatically opened up and she pushed her tongue inside it. Her tongue, and something else.

Harry had eaten enough cum in the last week to be able to tell when he was doing it, and he was doing it. Apparently Pansy and Millie had been talking again. He didn’t break the kiss, not that she would have let him, as she had both hands on the back of his head, holding the kiss as she worked her tongue in the inside of his mouth. He fought back with his tongue as it became more and more heated. This went on for five minutes, before Millie pulled her hands away and leaned back, ending the kiss.

“Nice to see you too Potter.”

“Yeah, it is.” Harry was now used to these kisses on a mental level, but physically they left him breathless still. But he still really enjoyed them.

“Did you like the present I gave you?” She had her hand on his crotch now, but was not moving it.

“Not really, whose was it?”

“Goyle’s, I finished him off about two minutes before you got there. Very hot, blowing a guy right in front of the main doors.” She was about to suggest that they try it sometime, but she knew Pansy would freak if they ever got caught.

“No Crabbe? I thought they did everything together.” He could easily imagine them double teaming her.

“Not necessarily, I took care of him before dinner.” Both true.

“You wanted to, or you have to?”

“I like sucking cock Potter, what do you want me to say? None of the others will have me, even for that. Until you, you‘re special.” Now she was rubbing his cock, though she had noticed that he was fully hard the moment she touched him.

“How am I special?” He let his hands wander to her breasts and started rubbing them.

“You’re not them, you’re much cuter, and you have a great body. It’s perfect for what we do together.”

Harry was not so horny that he was going to compliment her on her body, but instead picked up the pace on his breast rubbing.

“I like what we do together.”

“Good. How is the little one?” She stopped her cock rubbing and started taking off his clothes.

Harry assumed she meant Romilda.

“She’s fine.”

“Just fine? When was the last time you did her?” Millie thought she knew, but wanted to make sure.

“Tuesday night.”

“Good? C’mon Potter, don’t be shy about details. Tell me what you two did together.” She had by now gotten him naked, and he started to do the same to her.

So Harry told her, in detail, what he and Romilda had done together for 90 minutes the other night. It took a few minutes, and by the end of it they were lying naked on the bed that was already there.

“Very nice, you’re doing a great job of breaking her in. So is she better at it than Pansy or I?”

“No, she isn’t.” Harry didn’t really even need to think about it.

“Glad to hear it. Who’s better between me and Pansy?” She was curious if she would get a straight answer.

“It’s hard to say, you’re just so different in bed.”

Millie could believe that, after watching her friend on the threesome day. She was pleased though, not to hear him say her friend’s name in response. She would try to make a decision for him easier tonight.

“Fair enough. One more question for you before I make you howl.”

“Go on.” The sex talk was making him even more horny than otherwise.

“Do you wish Pansy was here right now instead of me?” By now Harry was on his back, and her face was right above his, her tongue slightly out, ready.

“No.” It was quietly said, but he didn’t mumble it.

“Good, because you’re mine tonight Potter. All mine.” She leaned down and took over his mouth with hers. Their hands were together, fingers interlocked as Millie started sucking his tongue like a cock. She could feel him squeezing her hands as his lower body was rubbing against her, as if trying to find her pussy. She liked that he was doing this, dominating was one thing, but she didn’t want him to just lay there and be fucked. She kissed him for a few minutes like that, and then started licking his ears, a few seconds on one, then switch to the other.

“You’re so hard Potter.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Do you get this hard for Vane?”

“God no.”

“My pussy is so wet for you Potter, it wants your cock inside it.”

“I want that too, oh yes.”

“I fingered myself last night in bed, thinking about you, I was mouthing your name when I came.” True story.

“Mmmmmmmmm.” He couldn’t talk, because she had stuck her tongue as far in his ear as she could, causing him to lose the power of speech.

“You love that don’t you? You love my tongue owning you.”

“Oh yes Millie, yes.”

“Say it baby.”

“I love your tongue owning me.”

“What else Potter? Do you love my lips? Do you love the way they kiss you?”

“Oh yeah, I love your lips.”

“I know you love my fingers, with my long, black nails, you and your little fetish. You love them in your mouth, on your cock, in your ass. Do you?” Speaking of loving, Millie was loving this.

“I do Millie, I love them so much.”

“I want you to suck on my fingers while I’m riding you Potter. Give my fingers a good blowjob and I’ll keep riding your hard cock.”

She knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop fucking him until she came a few times, and until he came himself, but there was no harm in giving him some incentive. Then she’d make him beg to eat his own cum, she was very wet now, as she made him sit up. Millie climbed on, and used one hand to guide his cock into her pussy.

“So hard Potter, you’re ready for me baby.”

She didn’t let him respond directly, as she put her left index finger up to his mouth, and watched him suck it right in. She came right as his cock went all the way inside her, and his mouth went as far down on her finger as it would go.

“Oh that’s it Potter, such a talented mouth. Suck on my finger like’s it’s a thin cock, and I’ll ride your fat cock.”

Harry knew that on some level, this was wrong. But it was such a turn on for him that he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He grabbed her hand kept it against his face as he bucked his ass to meet her downward thrusts. He nursed each finger for about half a minute before switching to the next one over, using his mouth and tongue in what he thought was a pretty good technique.

Millie sure didn’t disabuse him of that idea, keeping up her dirty talk as she bounced up and down on him. All this sex was doing wonders for her metabolism, she had lost two kilos since Saturday alone, thinking that this was the best kind of exercise. Once Harry had been over each of her fingers, she told him to keep at her left thumb.

“That’s right baby, suck on my thumb. Suck it like you never want it to leave your mouth, like you never want your cock out of my pussy. You’re so hot looking right now Potter, I could fuck you three times a day and never get tired of it.” This was an idea, she was now thinking about how to get rid of Romilda. There was no way she was going to settle for Potter twice a week at most. Millie could see the need for a rest day for her man once a week, but that was it.

They went at it like that for quite awhile, with Millie cumming every couple of minutes as she rode him hard. She wasn’t really even squeezing her pussy that much, it was now quite used to Harry’s cock, she had not fucked Crabbe or Goyle since before she and Harry had started getting it on. She kept up the flow of dirty talk, but it was much like Pansy’s, only with crude language. She didn’t belittle him in any way, instead praising his sucking abilities and his nice big cock inside her. Millie was preparing, even if subconsciously, for the time that she would be denied access to Pansy’s special lipstick. And Millie wanted Harry bound to her before then.

Harry was on the other thumb when all of the sudden he took it out of his mouth.

“Oh God Millie, I’m about to cum.”

“Go ahead baby, put your love juice inside me, I want it. Cum for me Potter, cum hard right inside your favorite spot.”

That was all Harry needed to blow his load, and his loud groan filled the room.

“Oh yes. So good.”

“Yes you are baby, yes you are. Whew.” Millie had cum, by her own estimation, four times, and was a bit out of breath after all the orgasms and all the talking that she had done. But it was well worth it for her. She eased off Harry and laid on her back next to him.

“You came a bucket in me baby, thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“And mine too, now get over here and kiss me, I’ve missed your tongue next to mine.”

Harry climbed on top of her, feeling her arms wrapping around him, and kissed her. It was a rare Harry/Millie kiss where she wasn’t on top, or they were standing. Millie had meant it to be for only a minute, but was enjoying it so much that she decided to let him end it. Harry, conversely, knew that Millie liked to be in charge of these things, so he thought she would end it.

So they made out for half an hour, very noisily and sloppily, before Millie got to wanting to start the next part.

“Very nice Potter.

“Yes it was.” He began to move down her body to do some more kissing, but she gave a slight tug on his hair to stop him.

“No, no cum licking right now. I have a surprise for you Potter, you’ll love it.”

Harry just lay there, panting. He didn’t ask what the surprise was, wanting to let her do it her way. His head was back on the pillow and he couldn’t really see what she was doing.

Millie went to her bag and pulled a contraption out of it. Harry could hear that she pulled something out, and his mind rapidly went through the possibilities, arriving at one logical one: her dildo.

He was right, kind of. He heard Millie buckling something, and looked up to see her sporting a nice sized strap-on dildo.

“What the……” He had heard about these things, but never seen one in person.

“Oh like it’s any different than when I used the dildo in you on Saturday. Remember it? You loved it then, you’ll love this now.”

“I don’t know about this.”

Millie wanted him to want this, so she tried some logic.

“Potter, think about it for a minute: All the stuff Pansy and I have had you try, have we been wrong once?”

“Well, no.”

“You’ve loved everything we’ve done to you, we even gave you the little one to play with and be the boss of. You’ll love this, trust me.” She was about to get him to suck the dildo, but thought better of it, she didn‘t want to push him too far too soon. Millie took the cum from her cunt and rubbed it on the dildo, and some in Harry’s asshole. She let her finger rest in there for a sec.

“So how bout it Potter? You want me to fuck your ass?” She slowly moved the finger in and out.

“Yes.” He knew that she would do it anyway, and he didn’t want to resist her. She was right, he thought, everything she had wanted him to do, or be done to him, he had loved.

“Yes what?”

“Yes please fuck my ass Millie.”

“Whatever you say Potter, here we go.” She placed her contraption at Harry’s asshole, and slowly pushed in.

“Ahhhhh!!!!!!” Not from pleasure either.

“It’s okay Potter, it hurts at first, then you’ll love it. Just like the other day.”

She eased the strap-on inside, centimeter by centimeter, all the while liking his moans. She wasn’t sure if they were of pleasure, pain, or some combination, but they were making her hot. Millie took a full minute to get to the bottom, and she stopped a couple of times when Harry’s moans sounded a bit too pained. She stayed still for a moment so that he could get used to it.

“Feel better?”

“Yes, a little.”

“Now I have never done this before, so if it gets to be too much, let me know.” She meant the pace, there was no way she wasn’t going to fuck him like this, no matter what he said. But she thought that she was being very magnanimous by admitting her inexperience. It was only fair.

After some settling in, Millie eased herself out of him, inch by inch, and got about halfway before she pushed in again, a little harder as she got used to the experience. Then she drew it out a little more than before, and pushing it in again. It was a new experience for her, being the one to be thrusting in, rather than bringing herself up and down, but after a couple of minutes Millie got used to it and she started thrusting a little harder, and pulling back out a little more.

Now the moans sounded like a lot more pleasure than pain for Harry, and Millie was soon long dicking him with her strap-on. There was enough physical stimulation for her that it was feeling good, but it was the visual that made her cum after a few minutes, the visual of The Boy Who Lived on his back, taking a fake cock up his ass and seeming to like it.

“So Potter, do you want me to keep going?”

Harry had only had anything more than toilet paper up his ass that one time last Saturday, and this was so strange that he wasn’t even sure what he thought. His ass was just so full as she fucked it, and his cock was standing up straight, it was all he could do not to touch it right now.

“Yes, keep going.”

“Your cock is really hard right now, you must like this. Harry Potter, my little cockslut, letting me take his ass virginity like this. Tell me to fuck your ass.” She started to speed up her long dicking, now she was at a bit above medium pace.

“Fuck my ass Millie!”

Millie went a little faster, preferring more speed than really nailing him hard. She was liking this a lot, definitely enough to do it again. The moaning was sexy, but so was the slapping of her contraption against Harry’s ass.

“That’s right Potter, you’re my bitch, and I’m fucking you like one.”

Millie thought right then that she would trade a year of her life to do this to Crabbe or Goyle, who were not so gentle when they fucked her. To them she was the bitch, there to get them off with her mouth or pussy. Now she knew that Potter was different, he was actually a nice guy and very eager to please in bed. But it still gave her a rush to be plowing his ass like this, the fact that he was liking it only added spice to the overall flavor. She kept going about ¾ speed for 15 minutes, with the occasional dirty talk, but most of it was done to the sounds of fucking and moaning. Millie was a bit out of shape still.

Because of that, she chose to bring it to a close after that much time. She drove her strap-on as deep into Harry as she could, and leaned into it to keep it deep. With her free hand she grabbed his cock, the first time she had touched it since she started fucking him this way. It only took about a few seconds of her stroking the cock for him to start cumming, and his cum shot out of him and landed on his chest.

Millie greatly slowed her strap-on fucking, and after another minute eased out of Harry’s ass, with a soft plop that even their heavy breathing didn’t mask. She took a look at Harry’s hole, and it was a lot wider than it had been before she had broken it in. After unbuckling the contraption, she laid down next to him, hand on his chest.

“So what did you think?”

“That was different.”

“Good different?”

“I don’t know, but it was sexy, I can’t deny that.”

“Anytime you want to try the real thing, let me know.”

“I’m sure you’d love to watch that.”

Millie noticed that he didn’t say no, an important step, so she let it drop for now after planting the seeds.

“We don’t have much time left before we need to get back.”

“I know I won’t have trouble sleeping tonight.”

Millie laughed, she liked the idea of wearing him out. She took a couple of minutes and licked the cum off of his chest, and then fed it to him with a long kiss.

After they got dressed and ready to go:

“So Potter, how attached are you to the little one?”

“Why?” Harry didn’t know his own answer to that.

“We can take care of her for you. No, not violently. We can plant a few rumors.” She put her arms around his neck and drew him close.

“I thought you wanted her as the bridge and all that?”

“I know, and it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“But?”

“But I don’t want to share you with her, you idiot.”

Harry was flattered, as she had meant him to be.

“What does Pansy think?”

“I’ll get her to go along with it, if you want. What do you want Potter?” Millie put her mouth to his, and they kissed for a couple of minutes. She made it as hot as she could, and was rewarded when she felt his cock harden, even through his robes.

After they broke it off, Harry had almost forgotten what the question was.

“Whatever you want Millie, that’s fine with me.”

“Good baby, very good. Now let’s get out of here.”

They left the room, Millie sealing it shut as she did, and when they reached the junction where Harry went up to Gryffindor and Millie to Slytherin, Millie pulled him in for another kiss.

“Goodnight Potter, you’re such a good fuck.”

“You are too Millie, I love having sex with you.”

Millie checked the area, and the one painting was empty right now. She used one hand to pull Harry into one last kiss, and another to reach into his robes and start to vigorously jack him off.

Harry was feeling very exposed, which he supposed was her idea in the first place, but he didn’t resist over the next five minutes as she masturbated him to a third orgasm. He contented himself with holding her head to his while they made out.

The painting came back less than a minute after she finished feeding him his cum, via her fingers. They parted with a goodnight, and both went home.

To be continued