Cupido Infinitus

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Willing Witches

Ron and Harry had cleaned up after their little tryst and sat, dressed again, in their compartment and feeling bored. “I need a witch,” Ron complained. “Too bad Hermione’s being such a prude.”

“Just have to work a bit harder with her,” Harry mumbled, eyes half closed in sleep.

“I want a witch before we get to school, like now, on this train,” Ron replied. “Who do you think is a sure thing?”

“For you? Probably Lavender,” Harry answered.

Ron perked up. “Oh, yeah! I forgot about her. She’ll let me in those knickers for sure.” Ron stood and walked to the exit before turning around to address Harry. “You should try that girl, you know, what’s her name… the one who was all hot for you last year? I think it was Romilda something or other.”

“Romilda Vane?” Harry replied.

“Yeah, that one. Good luck,” Ron said, slipping out the sliding door.

Harry grinned, took his wand, and floated his trunk down to the ground next to him. He took out a parchment and pen and began writing.

OOOOOO

Pansy sat next to Draco, a worried frown filling her features. “Draco, darling, I’m sorry I started that whole thing, really I am.”

Draco sat gazing out the window, still angry at Blaise. “It’s not your fault,” he conceded. “Blaise is a vengeful prick.”

“It seems he is still hurt by the break up.” She paused a moment before adding, “I didn’t realize you had a thing for Potter.”

“I don’t have a ‘thing’ for Potter,” Draco snapped. “Blaise blew the situation way out of proportion.”

“It’s o.k., you know, to be attracted to Potter. Loads of people are. Fame has a way of making people even more desirable. Did I tell you I saw his prick? It was quite nice, Draco…”

“Pansy… shut up.”

“Sorry.”

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Romilda Vane sat with her sixth year friends, chatting and catching up on their summers, when a paper bird fluttered about the glass door of the compartment.

“Looks like mail,” a little blonde said, getting up to open the door.

The paper bird fluttered in and around the compartment before landing on Romilda’s lap. “It’s for me,” she said, unfolding the paper and reading it silently to herself.

~Dear Romilda,

I wanted to apologize for ignoring you last year. It was a busy and mad year for me. And I want you to know that I was thinking about you this summer, about how pretty and sweet you are. I was hoping you might come sit with me for a bit and we can talk. I’m in car five. Look for the compartment with black windows. I’m alone and I hope you will be too.

Yours, Harry Potter~

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“Come on, Lav,” Ron urged, tugging the witch by her hand into the back luggage car.

“Why do you want to go back here, Ron,” she scowled. “It’s cold and dark in this place.”

“It’s private,” he grinned, turning and pulling her into his arms. “I missed you, Lav.”

Lavender Brown tried to hide her secret thrill at his words, but was failing. She smiled slightly. “If you missed me so much, why didn’t you send an owl this summer?”

“Don’t know… busy,” he shrugged with a boyish smile. “But when I saw you boarding the train, it all came back to me.”

“What came back?” she smiled coyly. “This?” She put her hand over his erection and rubbed him through his pants.

“Yeah, that definitely came back when I saw you,” he grinned. “Fancy a shag?”

She smiled flirtatiously into his eyes, continuing to rub his hard cock. “You are quite direct, Won Won. But I like it.” She pressed her lips onto his, kissing him deeply as she unfastened his pants.

Ron’s hands traveled to the bottom her blouse, grasping the fabric and only pausing the kiss to pull Lavender’s top up and over her head. He tossed it on the floor and attacked her neck, sucking and licking his way down to her full breasts. “Mmmm… such nice tits,” Ron mumbled, pulling the cups of her bra down underneath her breasts and suckling her.

Lavender moaned and placed her hands behind his head. “Yes, suck them, Ron,” she encouraged. “You make me so wet.”

Ron lifted her breasts and squeezed them together so he could lick them both in quick succession. The cold air in the car made her nipples like hard pebbles and he rolled them between his teeth and lips, nipping and sucking.

She had managed to tug Ron’s pants and boxers down around his ankles and was now holding his cock, tugging gently as he feasted on her breasts. When Ron made his way back up to her neck and lips, Lavender began to descend, licking a trail down Ron’s chest and dropping to her knees.

“Oh yeah, Lav, yeah,” Ron encouraged as she took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and swishing it along the shaft.

She smiled mischievously up at Ron. She knew what he liked. Sex had never been a problem between them. Ron’s lack of enthusiasm in their relationship had been the problem last year. Lavender hoped that summer had perhaps made him miss her.

Ron made a noise of disappointment when Lavender pulled away, but not for long. She unzipped her jeans and, sitting on the floor, pulled them off her legs along with her knickers. Then she lay back on the floor, one leg bent and moving to the side. “How about that shag?” she smirked.

Ron flopped down on top of her, causing Lavender to yelp in surprise and then laugh. She wrapped her legs around his arse and squeezed his pelvis onto her needy pussy.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” she said, breathily.

Ron kissed her as he slid into her familiar, slick heat and began pumping into her, making her moan. Soon he took her legs over his shoulders, pushing up on his knees and arms to drill into her more deeply. Lavender was yelling in pleasure each time Ron hit the end of her passage and she rewarded him by squeezing the walls of her sex together, making it feel tighter for him.

Ron grunted at the tightening, sweat forming on his forehead as he continued to fuck her harder and harder. Lavender had two orgasms before Ron exploded in his own ecstasy, pumping every bit into her body before collapsing in exhaustion at her side. “Yeah, that was good,” he sighed, slinging his arm about her and closing his eyes to rest.

OOOOOO

Romilda Vane knocked on the door with the blacked out windows, her belly fluttering with nervous excitement.

“Come in,” Harry called out.

She slid the door open and smiled shyly at the sight of Harry lounging on the bench, shirtless, with one leg propped casually on the bench. His hair was a mess and he looked incredibly sexy, as if he had just been shagged. She shivered when his eyes traveled over her in approval and he smiled.

“Glad you came,” Harry said.

“Hi Harry,” she replied, feeling a bit tongue-tied.

“Hi,” Harry replied, his eyes smiling flirtatiously. He picked up his wand and shut the door behind her. “Have a seat.”

Harry’s eyes followed her as she sat on the bench across from his. He couldn’t help looking at her smooth, sexy legs as she was wearing a fairly short skirt. And that snug, fuzzy blue jumper also emphasized her nice breasts.

“You got even more beautiful over the summer,” Harry said, a slight, flirty smile on his face.

Romilda blushed prettily. “Thank you.” She couldn’t help but check Harry out as well. His chest looked even more magnificent with his shirt off. “I thought you were seeing Ginny Weasley.”

“She doesn’t much like me right now.”

“You had a fight?” Romilda asked, her hopes rising.

“She just hates the way I am,” Harry replied, shrugging. “All she does is yell at me.”

Romilda looked surprised. “That’s terrible! I think you are better off without her then.”

Harry shrugged again, smiling. “Let’s not talk about Ginny. Let’s talk about you.” His eyes swept over her again. “You are looking so beautiful. And… Merlin, you know how to dress. Are you into fashion? Your clothes are so color coordinated.”

Romilda blushed again at the complement. “Yes, I do enjoy fashion.”

“Even your earrings match your ring and your bracelet,” Harry commented.

Romilda was surprised he noticed. Even some of her girlfriends never noticed the detail she put into her appearance. But then Harry shocked her.

“I bet your knickers match everything too. Do they?”

Harry was gazing at her with bedroom eyes, a mischievous smile lit his face.

Romilda didn’t expect such blatant flirting from Harry Potter. But she wouldn’t complain. He was absolutely adorable and sexy, his green eyes inviting her to play.

“Maybe,” she smiled, blushing prettily.

Harry licked his lips and whispered, “Show me.”

Romilda laughed, trying to ease the tension, but Harry’s expression hadn’t changed. He was serious? He really wanted to see her knickers here on the train?

“Perhaps I’m not the type of girl that flashes her knickers at boys,” Romilda teased back. When Harry looked disappointed, she amended, “But, perhaps just this once.”

His face brightened again. “I knew you were the kind of girl I like.”

Romilda scooted to the edge of her bench and parted her legs, pulling her skirt up higher and revealing her royal blue silk panties that indeed matched her jumper. She turned red as Harry stared at her knickers, his eyes darkening with lust.

“Mmmm… I was right,” Harry said, feeling himself harden. He wanted to bury his face between those luscious, smooth thighs. “I bet your bra matches those knickers, too.”

Romilda grew wet under Harry’s intense stare and she wondered if he could see a moist spot forming on her panties. Why were things moving so fast? But, somehow, she wanted this. She wanted Harry Potter to admire her and desire her.

Feeling bold, she lifted her jumper off over her head and put it on the bench next to her, loving the way Harry’s eyes moved up over her body and now fastened on her breasts.

“Right again,” she replied, smiling in excitement, her heart pounding.

Harry studied her royal blue silk bra, noticing it was one of those front fastening types. He decided to play dumb. He put his leg down and turned to face her, sitting on the edge of his seat as well so he could be closer. Reaching out, he pointed to the fastener. “What’s that?”

“That’s the clasp,” Romilda explained, nervous that he was now sitting so close.

“How does it work?” Harry asked. His green eyes swept up to her face and they stared at one another. Harry could see that Romilda got his real meaning and was pondering how far she should let this go.

“I have a feeling you already know how it works,” she finally said.

Harry reached out quickly, grinning, and slipped his finger under the fastener, pulling it open. “Like this?”

The fabric over Romilda’s breasts flung apart and exposed her breasts before she could cover them with her hands. She gasped at Harry’s bold move, not sure what to do. She held her breasts and stared at him with wide eyes.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Harry hissed. He stood and put his hands under her arms. “Come here,” he rasped.

She let him pull her up to standing and kiss her. Harry moaned at her taste and kissed her deeper. His hands pulled at her forearms, trying to get her to stop covering her beautiful breasts. She finally let go of them and wrapped her arms about Harry’s neck while she pressed her bare breasts against his naked hot chest and the kiss deepened.

Harry’s hands went around her waist, traveling over her back and hips, caressing her soft, warm skin. Then both hands glided over her arse and down the back of her thighs before moving upwards and under her skirt, cupping her arse and squeezing, pressing her against his raging hard on.

His lips then traveled down her neck and she moaned, “Harry.”

He reached to the side and picked up his wand, transfiguring the bench into a small bed.

Romilda smiled at him. The great Harry Potter wanted her!

Harry slipped the straps of her bra down her arms and let it drop. Then he began unzipping her skirt while kissing her neck and murmuring, “You are so beautiful.” He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged her skirt and knickers down while she stood in front of him. Then he admired her body while she blushed. “Perfect.”

Romilda’s butterflies returned with a vengeance. What was she doing standing here naked in front of Harry Potter? What happened to her ability to say no?

But the truth was, she wouldn’t stop this. She hand wanted Harry for so long and now she would finally have him. She loved the way Harry’s eyes traveled over her body in appreciation and she gasped when his hot tongue swirled around her belly button and his arms reached around her hips, hugging her bottom half and keeping her captive to his naughty mouth.

Her breath quickened as his smiling green eyes gazed up at her and his tongue danced over the sensitive skin of her lower belly, getting ever closer to her most needy place.

Harry’s eyes lowered to her pussy, her clit slick and moist from her excitement. He smiled at the small heart shape she had shaved her pubes into right above her slit. She was definitely one for detail. “Even your cunt is pretty,” he rasped, breathing her in as he took the first tentative lick.

Romilda jumped slightly at the sensation and reached out for his shoulders. Harry moved one of her legs and bent her knee, propping her foot on the bed and spreading her further before driving his face into her soaked folds. “Mmmmm…” he groaned, “taste so good.”

Romilda pinched his shoulders as she steadied herself against Harry’s pleasurable assault. She panted and gasped as Harry’s tongue danced and glided over and in her pussy, sometimes sucking and pulling her tender swollen flesh. One, and then two, fingers pushed up her passage, massaging her inner sweet spot while his lips and tongue worked on her outer sweet spot.

Romilda fell onto the bed, no longer able to stand on one leg and Harry followed her down with his face and fingers, fucking her, sucking her, without pause. She thought she would die from this much sensation, this much pleasure. Her orgasm built and exploded, the walls of her pussy clenching Harry’s finger as they contracted. He pulled his dripping fingers out of her and stuck them in his mouth, sucking them off and licking every drop.

“You’re delicious,” he grinned, kissing his way up her body, he paused at her breasts, nibbling and kissing them as she caught her breath.

Then Harry moved up to her face, kissing her and shifting his body more evenly with hers.

Romilda could tell Harry’s erection was straining to be free from those trousers and she knew she had an important decision to make. Should she go all the way? Or maybe should just suck him off in return? What would Harry want? Though she wasn’t a virgin, she had only had one other boy before and she didn’t want Harry to be turned off by her inexperience.

Harry made the decision for her in the next few moments. “Romilda, I’m so hard for you. I want to be inside you,” Harry muttered against her lips.

She nodded her head and Harry kissed her deeper. She could feel him fumbling with his pants, trying to pull them off without breaking their kiss. Then suddenly he was on top of her, his hard shaft pressing deliciously against her wet clit, and she opened her legs for him, letting him sink in between.

Harry continued kissing her as he sunk his length into her moist, hot pussy, groaning at the sensation. Romilda held onto him, moving her fingernails down his back and over his arse as Harry moved in and out of her sweet warmth.

And they fucked.

And fucked.

And fucked.

Harry fucked Romilda harder, and harder, then slowed down a bit, then faster. Romilda grew more bold and turn Harry around so that he was on the bottom. She sat on his cock, pumping up and down, riding him as her tits bounced in his face. Harry stuck his tongue out, licking and sucking on her nipples.

And Romilda rode him, feeling Harry’s big cock hitting the end of her passage and sending jolts of sensation throughout her body. She knew it wouldn’t be long now until she came again. Harry was groaning and scrunching his face.

“I’m going to cum,” Harry rasped. He moved a finger to her clit as she fucked him and toyed with her pleasure nubbin.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,!” she cried as her orgasm hit, her pussy clenching on Harry’s cock and sending him into his own mindless nirvana.

“Oh, yeah,” he gasped, holding onto her hips as they rode out their orgasms, finally slowing to its wet and squishy end.

Romilda collapsed forward onto Harry, panting against his chest. Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her there, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Thanks,” he whispered. “That was fucking incredible.”

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A/N

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