Romilda\'s Love Potion

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Her dark hair whipped around in the moonlight as she furiously paced back and forth through the empty common room. Her dark eyes seemed to blaze with an intense fire as her thoughts focused on HIM. She had tried hard to stop thinking about him, to stop obsessing over someone she was probably never going to get... ok, she hadn\'t tried at all. It was all that tramp\'s fault that he hadn\'t paid any attention to her. That didn\'t matter, though. She would have him in the end and that tramp would have to accept that Harry Potter would never be hers again! After all, he broke up with her at Dumbledore\'s funeral. That had to count for something, didn\'t it?

Romilda Vane threw herself face down on a sofa when the portrait hole opened, pretending to be asleep. No one appeared in the common room from the portrait hole, at least from what she could tell, and considering she had a clear view of the entrance she was sure that no one was there. When Harry appeared out of thin air, a silvery material flowing over his arm, it was all she could do to keep from squealing with glee. Harry has an invisibility cloak! She thought to herself, blushing as her thoughts strayed into naughtier and naughtier territory. At least that redheaded trollop wasn’t with him, if she had been, Romilda would have probably done something that would make her seem like the foulest of harpies in Harry’s eyes. He may not be dating her anymore, but that doesn’t mean that he’s over her.

Harry often disappeared from school for days at a time. The teachers all seemed to know what he was up to, or they didn’t question him about it at any rate, and the rumors about his absences were flying around, disappearing when he would return and start up again the very moment he left. Horrid things such as a pregnant wife in Hogsmeade or that he was off fighting Death Eaters! What rubbish!

Harry crossed the common room with his eyes cast toward the ground. As he got closer, Romilda could tell that his glasses were missing. He looks strange without them. I wonder where they are? Her mind raced ever faster as he neared the sofa she had claimed. What’s he doing? He’s coming right for me!

The sound of air rushing from someone’s lungs erupted from the sofa as Harry collapsed down on it, his chest landing on Romilda’s back. OH MY GOD! OH… MY… GOD! Harry jumped up as soon as he heard her expel the contents of her lungs and felt her body on what he always claimed as his bed after returning from his trips. Disappointed, Romilda rolled over to face him as he was pulling his glasses out of a pocket in the invisibility cloak. His face was almost glowing in the firelight and moonlight mixture, and she thought she saw a twinge of red, though if it was from embarrassment or something else she didn’t know.

“R-Romilda? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… What are you doing down here?” Harry was embarrassed all right. Falling on top of a girl in the darkness of the common room, and on the sofa no less, usually caused rumors to fly like golden snidgets stung by billywigs.

“It… it’s all right, Harry. I was down here thinking about something and I…” she remembered that she was feigning sleep. “I guess I fell asleep.”

“I didn’t mean to fall on you, I just had my eyes closed and I always sleep there when I come back and I…” he was rambling at this point. The boy didn’t know how to handle embarrassment.

“It’s fine, Harry, really.” You can lay on top of me all you want! For the love of Merlin, do it again! “No harm done, see,” she stood and spun around; conveniently “forgetting” she was only wearing a slightly oversized shirt that barely covered her knickers. Harry dumbly nodded. Romilda’s inner self smirked, knowing what she was doing to him, what she would do to any boy in his position.

I’ll have you yet, Harry Potter! “I’ll leave you to your sleeping, Harry. Sorry I took your sofa. She turned and bent over a table nearby, giving him a full view of her bum through her panties as she gathered her wand and a bit of parchment ink and a quill. “Good night, Harry, see you tomorrow?” My, my, Mr. Potter, is that a wand in your pocket or are you happy to see me?

“Uh… sure?” his voice sounded odd. I’ve been away too long… Romilda’s always been attractive, but I’ve never gotten worked up like this before. You’ve never seen her in THAT before either… Shut up!

~~~

The next morning, Harry was woken by the sounds of the rest of Gryffindor Tower going to breakfast. Luckily no one paid attention to the sofa as they went to feed themselves. He didn’t want to deal with questions this early. As the noise died down he drifted back to sleep.

Romilda was still lying in her bed, waiting until it would be clear for her to go down to the common room. After a while, she figured that the coast was clear. She crept downstairs, still wearing her rather revealing sleeping attire, to find Harry still asleep where they had their little meeting the previous night. A wicked smirk contorted her lips as a plot unfolded in her mind. She ran back upstairs and grabbed a bottle out of her trunk marked “Perfume: Use only for Harry” and ran back down to the common room. She sprayed a little on her wrist and rubbed it on her neck, then held her wrist under Harry’s nose. After a moment she figured he had gotten enough and walked around to his legs and jumped onto him. He gasped and sat upright, taking Romilda with him. She leaned forward, giving him a full view of her breasts. Harry gulped before diverting his eyes.

“What… what are you doing?” He asked, blushing.

“I thought I’d return the favor, Harry.” She said, inching her face closer to his. Harry smelled the perfume she had applied to herself and his mind soared with possibilities of what he could do to her. “The tower is empty, Harry. Everyone is in class by now.” She whispered seductively.

“Empty? What?” his voice was quiet and full of lust. Romilda smirked; her perfume was from the same batch of love potion that she had given him in chocolates the previous year.

“Yes, Harry, we’re alone. What would you like to do?” She closed her eyes slowly and opened them again. “I’m up for anything, are you?”

“Anything…” he seemed to be in a trance. It’s working!

“Lets go to your dorm, Harry, in case someone comes back early.” She got off the sofa and grabbed his hand, leading him to his bedroom. His was the only bed that didn’t have ruffled blankets, so she led him to it and lay down on it. Harry joined her. Romilda straddled him, rubbing her wetness against his erection through his pants. “Do you like that, Harry?”

“Yes.” He moaned as she rubbed faster and faster.

“Do you want more?” she asked as her hands moved to her breasts. She firmly kneaded the large mounds of flesh through her shirt.

“Oh God yes!” His voice was deep and sultry, his lust evident.

“What do you want, Harry?”

”Everything.”

Romilda smirked and removed her hands from her breasts as she stopped rubbing against him. “Are you sure, Harry?” she asked as she got off of him.

“Absolutely positive.” Harry removed his own shirt, eliciting a gasp from Romilda. She bent down and unclasped the button on his pants, pulling them off of his legs. To her delight, she found that he thought underwear unimportant.

”We are excited, aren’t we?” she said as she grasped him and began stroking. “What a large wand you have, Mr. Potter.” She shook her head to get her hair out of the way as she lowered her mouth to his cock. He moaned as she swirled her tongue all around him while she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Faster and faster she sucked until she felt his muscles tighten and he exploded into her mouth, nearly shouting her name. She tried to swallow all the sticky cum but some still dripped out of her mouth. Her tongue darted out to seductively lick it from her lips.

“Did you like that Harry?” he nodded “Good, I’m here to please you.”
Harry took her by surprise as he sat up and pulled her close to him. He kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth with his tongue. They only broke apart to remove her shirt. Harry kissed his way down her neck and collarbone to her breasts. Taking her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, he tweaked them, smiling to himself as Romilda gasped and panted. She called out his name as his hand left one nipple and his mouth replaced it. His teeth gently clamped down on the rose colored peak, causing her to cry out. Her hand snaked its way between her legs and slipped into her panties. After what felt like forever and no time at all, Harry kissed her way down her belly. Her hand was still pumping furiously in her own cunt. Pulling down her panties, Harry saw that she had two fingers buried to the knuckles in her wet snatch. A single line of trimmed jet-black hair rested under her wrist.

Harry removed her hand and licked one finger clean before moving her hand to her mouth so she could taste herself. She greedily sucked herself off of her finger as Harry ran his thumb over her engorged little clit. She gasped and bucked her hips upward. Harry moved between her legs, kissing his way up and down her slit. He moved his hand to take her clit in his mouth. He teased it with his tongue for a moment before softly nibbling on it. Her cries of pleasure urged him on. He flicked his tongue out over her slit, tasting the wetness. He found her opening and plunged his tongue into it as far as he could. She writhed beneath him, trying to get more of it into her. Before long her fluids gushed over his face, nearly drowning him.

“I’m ready, Harry. I want you in me.” She gasped, sending shivers of pleasure up Harry’s spine. He lay down and pulled her on top of him, positioning her dripping cunt above his cock. As his head slipped in, she moaned in pain and pleasure. “Oh, Harry!” She cried as he reached her barrier. “Do it, Harry.” She commanded. Harry thrust upward, breaking through the barrier and burying all of himself into her. Both of them moaned loudly as She moved up and down, riding him as fast as the quickly subsiding pain would let her. Moving her legs closer together, she increased her pleasure. With a scream that she was sure the whole school could hear, she climaxed, collapsing onto his chest.

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Hours later Harry erupted all over Romilda’s face and chest. Removing his quickly softening cock from between her breasts, he smiled as she lifted her breasts to her mouth to lick his cum from them. When she finished, she crawled up the bed and they slipped under the covers.

“Romilda?”

”Hmm? What is it, Harry? You don’t… you don’t regret what we did, do you?”

“No, not at all. I just wanted to tell you that things like Veela charms and love potions don’t work on me.” Her shocked face belied what was happening in her mind.

Harry and I just slept together, and he did it of his own free will! She nearly came again at the thought.