Chapter 11
Harry lost track of how many weeks – or maybe even months – had passed since he started researching time travel, and he was becoming increasingly frustrated. Time travel made little sense in the first place, and he was only just now beginning to understand the basics of how it worked. Which, by any logic he'd ever seen before, it shouldn't.
Spending hours upon hours in the library reading the same dusty old books, going to the ball with the same people, and having the same conversations day after day – it was all really starting to get to him. It was almost like a sense of claustrophobia. Like being locked in his cupboard back at Privet Drive with no way to escape.
Harry felt like he could go mental at any moment. Even talking with Hermione and Suzette only helped so much. It turned out that sharing memories didn't necessarily mean sharing knowledge. He wasn't quite sure how it worked, but it meant that he had to spend time explaining everything he'd learned before they could actually get to researching. It slowed things down, and quite often, Harry would just go to the library himself, entrenching himself in the dank, dusty Restricted Section of the library.
Something had to change, or Harry felt like he was going to lose his mind. Well, at least more than he already had.
In the end, he started taking dueling lessons with Flitwick again to let out some steam every couple of days. With a Death Eater masquerading as the Defense professor and Voldemort looking for a way back again, it would probably come in handy. Another change he made was giving himself a day off to do whatever he wanted every five days. The structure helped him keep track of the passing time, and the day off gave him a much needed outlet.
Of course, on his first day off in weeks, the first thing Harry did was decide to go flying. As soon as he woke up he grabbed his broom, skipped breakfast, and headed straight outside. The moment he stepped outside the Entrance Hall, Harry mounted his Firebolt and shot into the air, a grin on his face even as the frosty morning air filled his lungs and stung at his eyes.
Blanking out his mind, he pointed the tip of his broom down and zipped towards the Whomping Willow, its branches thrashing and barely missing him as he flew past. From there, he soared at top speed, his feet nearly touching the surface of the water. In front of him, the Giant Squid lifted one of its tentacles in a wave. Slaloming between some trees along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Harry suddenly turned right sharply and raced towards the Quidditch Pitch.
After flying around for a while longer, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw Katie Bell, rosy cheeked, bright eyed and grinning with her short brown ponytail whipping behind her. Smiling back at her, Harry pulled up and barrel rolled over top of her to the other side. Playfully, they flew around one another in a game of cat and mouse, seamlessly switching roles.
By the time they landed, Harry's cheeks hurt, both from the cold and from smiling for so long. His hands and chin were numb, his body shivering, but he couldn't have been happier.
"Thanks, Katie," Harry said gratefully.
With his free arm, he reached out and hugged her. Katie blinked in surprise, then smiled and hugged him back.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" she asked with a smile.
"Just for being a good friend," Harry said vaguely.
"Oh, you're welcome," Katie said, looping her arm through his. "But if you don't mind, I'd like to go warm up a bit."
Harry chuckled as he felt her shiver next to him while they started towards the castle. When they came upon the Quidditch locker rooms, Harry remembered the many fantasies he'd had about Katie, Alicia, and Angelina. Ones that usually involved the girls' shower after a big win.
Harry grinned.
"Hey, Katie?" Harry asked.
"Hmm?" she hummed.
"You know what would be great right now? A nice hot shower," he said.
"That sounds brilliant," Katie agreed with a smile and a skip in her step.
Tugging her arm, Harry began leading her to the locker room.
"Harry?" Katie asked, her brow furrowed cutely. "Where are we going?"
"Taking us to have that shower," he said with a grin.
Katie blinked at him as Harry unhooked his arm from hers and wrapped it around her shoulder.
"Seriously?" she asked as they stepped into the locker room.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
Letting go of her, he grabbed their brooms and placed them on the rack that the school brooms usually rested on. Seeing Katie still looking a little confused, Harry smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up off the ground, and spun her around in a circle. Katie squealed in laughter as he carried her over towards the girls' shower before setting her down on her feet. Pressing her against the wall, Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers gently.
Katie inhaled sharply and froze for a second before she relaxed and kissed him back eagerly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders while her fingers threaded through his hair. Harry kissed her harder, his tongue sliding between her lips to caress along hers. Slowly, feeling returned to his face as the heat increased between them.
Pulling back, he hugged her close, her breasts flattening slightly against his chest as he slipped his hands inside her thick winter cloak.
"Ready for that shower?" Harry asked with a grin.
"Together?" Katie asked nervously.
"Well, it would be more fun that way," Harry said as he caressed her hips with his thumbs.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked with a nervous laugh, shaking her head.
Harry shrugged. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his Holly wand and flicked it at the showers. All six showerheads along the back wall turned on, pouring out hot water that created a cloud of steam in the cool air. Katie looked at the showers and bit her lip with a thoughtful, slightly nervous expression while Harry took off his cloak.
Placing his hands on Katie's hips. He kissed her again as his hands slid up her sides to push her cloak off of her shoulders.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Katie whispered against his lips.
Smiling, Harry gave her one last kiss on the lips and stepped back to start taking off the rest of his clothes.
"You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this after winning a game," he said with a smile as he pulled off his jumper and t-shirt.
"Really?" Katie asked, raising her eyebrow with a smirk. "And do these fantasies of yours usually involve Angelina and Alicia as well?"
"Sometimes," Harry admitted as he unbuckled his belt.
"Figures," Katie teased while rolling her eyes and tentatively unbuttoning her shirt. "I swear, you boys all think we girls just have lesbian orgies any time we're alone."
"Do you?" Harry asked teasingly.
Katie giggled as she let her shirt fall open, leaving a small gap that gave him a glimpse plain white bra and fit abs.
"Well, there was this one time…" Katie replied thoughtfully.
Harry's eyes went wide as he dropped his pants, an obvious bulge forming in the front of his boxers.
"I'm kidding, you perv," Katie said, nudging his shoulder.
Harry put an exaggerated expression of disappointment on his face and looked down with a pout.
"That's just mean," he pouted.
Katie snorted and shook her head. Seeing her eyes drop down to his groin, Harry grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down to his ankles. She eyed his partially engorged length and unconsciously licked her lips.
"You going to join me?" Harry asked.
Snapping out of her staring, Katie took a deep breath and shucked off her shirt, her cheeks flushing red. After spending a few seconds to take in her beautiful figure, Harry lifted her chin with his fingers and gave her a peck on the lips before walking off into the shower. He hoped that would make her a little less nervous.
Stepping under the hot water, his hands, feet, and face tingled from the sudden warmth. Rinsing off his hair, he turned around just as Katie walked in, completely naked, her hands fidgeting at her sides like she was fighting the urge to cover herself. Her perky, jutting breasts and their light pink nipples bounced with each step she took.
Smiling, Harry reached out with his hand. Katie smiled back shyly as she walked closer and took his hand. As soon as she did, he pulled her under the spray of water with him as she laughed. His quickly hardening length pressed against her thigh when he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the lips.
"You're gorgeous," Harry whispered.
Smiling, Katie ran her hands up to his shoulders and then to his hair before pulling him in for another kiss, her soft, smooth breasts pressing against his chest. Harry slid his hands down and cupped her firm bum, grinding his erection against her mound. Katie moaned and bucked her hips as her fingers gripped his hair and give it a light tug backwards.
"You better take me to the ball after this," she told him with a faux stern look.
"Or, we could skip the ball and just do this all day," Harry offered teasingly as he slid his right hand up her wet skin to cup her breast.
"Mhh, tempting," Katie replied with a grin.
Her brown eyes sparkling, she slipped her hand down to lightly grasp his cock. Harry closed his eyes and groaned as she stroked him lightly, his tip pointing up between their bodies. Kissing Katie, he continued to caress her breast with one hand while the other reached down to run a finger through her hot, damp folds. Moaning into his mouth, she bucked against his hand and gripped his shaft more firmly.
Hissing in pleasure, Harry wrapped his arms around Katie's waist, spun them around, and dropped to his knees as he pressed her back against the tiled wall. Grabbing her right thigh, he lifted it up and rested it on his shoulder. Katie, flushed and panting excitedly, ran her fingers through his spiky wet hair as he kissed the inside of her muscular thigh. Slowly, he kissed his way up her leg, moving ever closer to her bald mound.
Katie gasped as his lips landed on her warm folds, the taste of her arousal coating his lips. With one hand cupping her ass, the other reached up and groped her full breast, his thumb rubbing across her nipple as his tongue licked between her lips. Moaning, Katie trembled as his tongue traced over her clit, her hand tightening in his hair to pull him closer. Harry's nose flattened against her mound as he kissed, sucked, and licked her swollen nub.
Sliding his hand off of her bum, Harry ran his two middle fingers between her drooling lips before slipping them inside of her.
"Oh fuck, Harry," Katie moaned.
Pumping his fingers in and out of her, Harry hit a slightly rougher patch of skin along the top of her walls that made her curse and tighten around his fingers. Grinning, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked while rubbing that spot again, and again. Katie's breath hitched as her body shuddered. Her fingers tightened in his hair painfully as she bucked her hips and let out a long, high pitched keen.
Letting go of her breast, Harry grabbed her hip and pinned it to the wall to keep her from bucking too much. With a scream, Katie threw her head back, bumping it against the wall as she came violently. Even with the stream of hot water cascading over their bodies, Harry could still taste her arousal gushing all over his lips and chin.
Throughout her powerful climax, Harry kept stimulating her, even as she went from pulling him closer to trying to push him away. Katie's body shook so hard it almost looked like she was convulsing as he drew out her powerful orgasm. Gasping for air, her breasts jiggled and bounced enticingly as she stared down at him with wide eyes. A moment later, those wide, brown eyes rolled into the back of her head as she experienced a second peak that was just as powerful as the first.
Harry finally had to stop when the only leg holding her up spasmed and gave out momentarily. Letting her other leg drop to the floor, he stood up and held her up as her whole body sagged as she trembled against him. With her head buried in the crook of his neck and her arms holding him weakly, Harry smiled and kissed her neck as he caressed her back lightly.
"Holy shit," Katie panted.
"You sure you don't want to skip the ball?" Harry asked with a smirk.
Katie snorted against his shoulder.
"I don't think I could survive doing that all night," she mumbled.
Harry chuckled before stroking her cheek and pulling her in for a slow, passionate kiss. When Katie's legs stopped trembling and she was able to stand up on her own, he took some time to just run his hands over her smooth, wet skin, enjoying the feel of her soft curves. Her breasts were firm enough to defy gravity, but soft enough to give under his touch. Moving his hands down her back, he cupped her full, firm bum, roughly groping the thick muscle.
Katie kept one hand on the back of his neck, keeping their lips connected while her other hand grasped his raging cock and stroked it firmly. Her thumb ran along the bulging vein on the bottom of his shaft all the way up to his red, swollen glans. Harry hissed as she lightly traced the edge of the head where it flared out from the shaft. He lurched in her hand, his engorged length demanding attention.
Gripping Katie's bum, Harry lifted her up and pinned her back against the wall as the shower poured down on his back. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and looked down as she teased herself with his cock. Impatiently, Harry groaned and bucked his hips, causing his head to bump into her clit before sliding up. Katie gasped and trembled as she lifted herself up and lined him up with her dripping entrance.
With her hands gripping his shoulders, Harry slowly lowered her down onto his rigid pole. Katie gasped while he inhaled sharply as inch after inch sank into her tight, hot depths.
"Oh fuck," Katie gasped, her mouth hanging open as she panted. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"
Harry smiled, thinking of the numerous times he'd slept with Katie before that she didn't remember. Without a doubt, she was one of his favorites.
When she finally took him to the hilt, her bum resting on his thighs, she hugged him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder with a deep, guttural moan. Harry gave her a moment to adjust before pulling back and sinking back in.
"You feel so good, Katie," Harry told her softly.
"So do you," Katie said with a moan.
Flexing her legs, she began lifting herself up and dropping down in time with his thrusts. Lifting her head, she leaned back against the wall, arching her back as she practically threw herself down onto his cock. Grabbing one of her bouncing breasts, Harry slammed into her soft, silky depths, his thick shaft stretching her tight walls. Her light brown eyes stared into his lustfully as she writhed on his cock.
This was one of the reasons he loved being with Katie so much. As soon as she got going, she was an absolute wildcat in bed. She also came incredibly easily.
With a trembling moan, Katie shuddered as she reached a sudden climax. Harry groaned as she tightened and spasmed around him, her drenched walls fluttering around his length. Nails digging into his shoulders, Harry continued thrusting through her peak until she placed her hands on his chest. As he came to a stop, she unwrapped her legs from around him and set her feet on the floor.
She wobbled a bit, so Harry helped steady her as she turned around. Putting her hands on the wall, Katie bent at the waist and arched her back as she stuck her ass out towards him. Grinning, Harry caressed her round cheeks while slipping back inside of her.
"Fuck me," Katie panted.
With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, Harry thrust hard and fast. Katie moaned loudly as she braced herself against the wall while he pounded into her. His hips bounced off of her ass with a loud, wet slap at each impact of his thighs. It seemed like Katie had only just recovered from her last climax when she moaned out another one.
On the verge of reaching his own peak, Harry mercilessly hammered into her as Katie screamed out her pleasure over the sound of the rushing water. Burying himself in her depths, his cock pulsed as he came. Bracing one hand on the wall, Harry hugged himself to her back and kissed her neck while his hand cupped one of her breasts. Katie turned her head and kissed him hard as his length pulsed with each burst of cum that filled her.
Panting as they recovered, Harry pulled them both upright and hugged her from behind as they stood under the shower.
"How soon do you think we can leave after the ball starts?" Katie asked.
Harry laughed and kissed the side of her neck.
Chapter 12
After finding a book on time travel that mentioned something about a 'closed loop,' Harry got pretty excited. Six hours later, all he had was a massive headache and very little understanding of what the author was on about. All he really knew, with the help of Suzette and Hermione, was that it had almost nothing to do with his situation.
Tired and frustrated, Harry laid on a bench in the Transfiguration courtyard with his head resting in Suzette's lap. As her fingers ran through his hair, he was grateful Professor Flitwick had already put up the Warming Charms. Unlike the cold Scottish Winter surrounding the rest of the castle, the courtyard felt more like late spring.
"Who are you taking to the ball?" Suzette asked quietly.
"No one," Harry said, his eyes still closed. "I was planning on skipping tonight."
"Don't be so sad, 'Arry," she told him. "We'll find a way to stop this."
"I know," Harry said with a sigh.
"Besides, there are plenty of girls here who would love to keep you company for the night," Suzette said, a smile in her tone.
Opening his eyes, Harry looked up to find her smirking down at him, her bright blue eyes sparkling.
"Like who?" Harry asked.
"The red 'ead behind me," Suzette said.
Turning his head, Harry caught a glimpse of a familiar face.
"That's Ginny, Ron's little sister," Harry said. "I'm not sure how I'd feel about taking her to the ball with the way he's been acting lately."
"Ah," Suzette said in understanding. "What about the two girls over there?"
Harry looked in the direction she nodded and furrowed his brow. He saw a pair of identical twins with long, black hair, pale complexions, and slim figures.
"That's Flora and Hestia Carrow, I think," Harry said.
"Why not ask them?" Suzette asked.
"Both of them?" Harry asked in return with a raised eyebrow.
Suzette shrugged, "They like to share,"
Harry snorted and laid his head back down in her lap. He had to admit, the idea of taking twins to the ball was quite appealing. Maybe he could try and take Parvati and Padma together some time, he thought.
"What about you?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to see if 'Ermione will go with me," Suzette told him with a grin.
Harry blinked in surprise before laughing.
"I love to see that," he said with a grin.
"You already 'ave," she reminded him. "But I'll share the memory with you if anything happens."
"Alright, thanks," Harry said, then sat up, his head feeling much better. "Let's go get our dates before someone else asks them."
As if summoned by his words, Hermione returned from the bathroom. Harry excused himself just as she sat down next to Suzette and made his way over to Hestia and Flora. Unlike the Patil and Weasley twins, he couldn't see any way to tell them apart from one another.
"Hey girls," Harry said with a smile.
"Hello," they replied in unison.
"Listen, I was wondering - would like to go to the ball with me?" he asked.
"Both of us?" they asked together, their heads tilting in opposite directions.
"Why not?" Harry asked in return. "It didn't seem fair to only ask one of you."
Turning to look at each other, they seemed to have a silent conversation before smiling and turning back to him.
"We'd love to," they said as one.
"Great. Meet me in the Entrance Hall at seven?" Harry asked.
"Sure" one of them said.
"We'll see you then," said the other.
With a wave, they girls left, presumably to get ready for the ball. Harry turned around with a smile, then paused and it turned into a grin when he saw Hermione and Suzette kissing.
It's going to be an interesting night, Harry thought to himself.
A few hours later, Harry was sitting at a table taking a break from dancing with his two dates. Both of them looked quite beautiful in their dark green dresses. Throughout the evening, Harry had learned how to tell the girls apart. Not only did Hestia have slightly lighter brown eyes than Flora, but she also tended to be the quieter of the two.
The night had been quite fun so far, and he found Hestia and Flora to be quite funny. They had a dry sense of humor like his own, with Hestia being the more mischievous, despite being less talkative. It had also been quite fun seeing the looks on peoples faces when he showed up with two Slytherin dates. Then again, it was always fun when something he did pissed off Malfoy. Especially when he wasn't even trying to.
Out on the dance floor, Suzette and Hermione were still dancing and having a great night. Poor Ron, who'd showed up without a date, looked like he couldn't decide who he was more jealous of. With so much time on his hands, Harry wondered if he should try and find a good date for him. Despite their differences this year, he didn't like seeing his friend looking so alone and sad.
"You know, we were really surprised when you asked us to the ball," Flora said, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.
"Why's that?" Harry asked.
"Our name," Hestia said quietly.
At his curious look, Flora took over.
"Our aunt and uncle were Death Eaters," she explained.
"Oh," Harry said. "I didn't know, but it honestly doesn't matter. Merlin knows I'd hate to be judged by how my aunt and uncle behave."
The girls both smiled gratefully at him.
"Didn't you grow up with them?" Flora asked.
"Yes, but it was pleasant," Harry said. "They're kind of the reverse Death Eaters. They hate anything to do with magic."
"Really?" they asked in unison.
"Yeah," Harry said, smiling at their incredulous looks.
"Who doesn't like magic?" Hestia asked.
"I think it's the fact they don't have it that makes them hate it so much," Harry speculated. "Muggle or magical, people tend to fear what they don't understand."
"That's true," Flora agreed thoughtfully. "I wish our parents would let us visit the Muggle world. I've always found it rather fascinating how they manage without magic."
"They don't let you go into Muggle places?" Harry asked.
"They don't like Muggles," Hestia admitted quietly.
"Ah," Harry said in understanding. "Well, I'm glad you two aren't like that."
As the girls smiled at him, their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Hermione and Suzette. Both of them were flush and a bit breathless as they sat down across the table from Harry and his dates.
"Having fun?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Oui," "Yes," they answered with matching grins.
"How's your night going?" Hermione asked.
"Great," Harry said. "We're just taking a little break."
"'Arry, why don't we all go for a walk?" Suzette asked with a playful smile. "You could show us that room you found on the seventh floor."
Harry smiled back, knowing what she meant while Hermione, Flora, and Hestia looked at them curiously.
"What do you think?" Harry asked his dates.
Flora and Hestia looked at each other for a moment before Hestia shrugged.
"Alright," Flora said.
"Let's go," Suzette said excitedly. "You'll like this."
Harry shook his head and smiled as he stood with his dates and followed Suzette and Hermione out of the Great Hall. It took only a couple of minutes, using Harry's shortcuts, to get to the seventh floor. Suzette paced back and forth in front of the bare stretch of wall three times. On the third pass, just as Hermione was opening her mouth, a thick, wooden door melted out of the stone wall. Grinning, Suzette pushed open the door with a flourish. As they entered the room, it looked pretty bare, with only a fireplace, two couches, and a rug.
"What do you think?" Suzette asked.
"It's… cozy," Hermione said politely.
Rather than be put off by her lack of excitement, Suzette grinned even more broadly. Harry smiled as he watched her close her eyes and focus. A moment later, the back wall moved further back and two king sized bed sprouted from the floor about five feet apart. Hermione gaped in shock while Suzette giggled at the expression on her face and followed her over as she went to inspect one of the beds.
"Wow, this magic is incredible," Hermione said in awe as she ran her hand across the soft sheets. "Do you think it's a form of Transfiguration or – umph!"
Hermione's question was cut off as Suzette pushed her down on to the bed and kissed her passionately. Harry chuckled as Hestia and Flora stared at the two girls who snogged heatedly on the bed like they weren't there. He figured Suzette had seen something in his dates and brought them here for a reason, but even if she was wrong, he could always join her and Hermione a little later. Walking up behind the twins, Harry wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders.
"You know, there's a free bed over there," Harry pointed out.
Flora and Hestia looked away each other, turned back to the sound of Hermione's dress being unzipped, then turned back to each other and stared for a long moment. Just as Harry was starting to get worried, they smiled. Each of them took one of his hands, pulled it off of their shoulders, and pulled him over to the unoccupied bed. Flora pulled off his cloak and began working on his tie and shirt, while Hestia dropped to her knees and started unbuckling his belt.
Feeling pleasantly surprised by how fast the twins were moving things along, Harry pulled Flora close and kissed her. As their lips and tongues danced, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his chest. He felt his pants being pulled down and almost instantly felt the head of his cock enveloped in a hot, wet mouth.
"Bloody hell," Harry said.
Pulling back from Flora, he looked down to see Hestia looking up at him with his girth stretching her lips. While he was looking down at her slowly bobbing head, Flora undid the clasp behind her neck and unzipped her dress. Harry looked back up just in time to see the dark green material flutter to the floor and pool around her feet.
Like most of the girls Harry had taken to the ball, she wore no bra, leaving her in just a pair of silky, black panties. Flora was quite thin, and without her heels, stood a good four inches shorter than him. Her breasts, while small, looked fitting on her slender frame. They were also very perky, jutting from her chest and capped with light pink, puffy nipples, and small, red nipples. Every movement she made, no matter how small, caused them to bounce and jiggle enticingly on her chest.
Running a hand through Hestia's long, straight, black hair, Harry cupped one of Flora's breasts just as she leaned forward to kiss him again. His hand enveloped her small breast, and he enjoyed the way her soft mound felt as it gave way under his touch. Running his thumb of the tip, her areola felt smooth, and her tiny nipple barely stuck up above the rest of her breast. Taking it between his thumb and forefinger, he gave it a light squeeze, causing Flora to moan into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Hestia continued bobbing her head, her lips stretched wide around his impressive length. Gradually, she took him deeper and deeper until he slid along the roof of her mouth and hit the back of her throat. Gagging lightly, she pulled back sharply, but settled quickly and sucked hard as she pulled all the way back to the head. With a wet pop, his rock-hard length came free from her mouth.
As she stood up next to him and Flora, Harry heard a loud gasp from across the room. Looking over, he found Hermione staring at him as she knelt over Suzette's face. Harry took a second to drink in the sight of her beautiful, naked body, before shrugging off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Toeing off his shoes, he stepped out of his pants, leaving him just as naked.
With her sister out of the way, Flora licked her lips as she got her first good look at his pulsating erection. Harry picked her up and sat her down on the bed just as Hestia let her dress fall to the floor. Grabbing Flora's panties, he yanked them off of her and tossed them aside. His length looked almost monstrous in size as he placed it above her bald, taut slit. The head stopped nearly at her belly button, and it made him wonder if he'd actually be able to fit inside of her.
Flora seemed keen to find out as she wrapped her small hand around his shaft, her fingers barely touching, and lined him up with her damp entrance. Harry rubbed his thumb in circles just above her clit, causing her to let out a moan just as he started sinking into her. Hestia stepped up beside him, her eyes riveted to the sight of his thick shaft splitting open Flora's incredibly tight lips. As Harry sank slowly deeper into her grasping folds, he wrapped an arm around Hestia waist and kissed her hard.
Just past the halfway point, Flora began gasping and bucking her hips. Sitting up, her wide eyes stared at his thick shaft as more and more of it disappeared inside of her. When he finally bottomed out, she let out a high-pitched moan and collapsed onto her back. Hestia pulled her lips back from his at the sound and looked down at her sister.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
"So big," Flora panted. "This is so much better than our Muggle toys."
Harry pulsed at the though of the two identical girls laying on their backs and passing a dildo back and forth between them. Harry tried to pull back, but Flora was so tight around him that he started pulling her off the bed. Letting go of Hestia's waist, he gripped both of Flora's thin hips firmly, his large hands wrapping around her easily, and held her in place. It was an incredible sensation as he dragged his length back out of her grasping folds. Flora fisted the sheets in a white knuckled grip and trembled as she stared open mouthed at his cock. With just his head trapped inside of her, Harry paused, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Her walls fluttered around him, as if trying desperately to suck him back in. After a brief moment, he obliged and slowly sank back into her.
Flora keened as his thick length forced her tight folds open around him, her eyes clamped shut. Hestia grabbed his face and turned his head to kiss him briefly before pulling away. Climbing onto the bed, she crawled over to Flora before, shockingly, she bent down and kissed her on the lips passionately. Harry's cock throbbed as he watched their tongues meet just before his view was obscured by a curtain of dark hair. After a few seconds, Hestia sat up on her knees and shuffled around until she knelt over Flora's head. As soon as she was in reach, Flora eagerly kissed and licked her folds.
Incredibly aroused, Harry leaned forward and began thrusting faster into the girl pinned under him. Flora's loud, sensual moan was muffled by Hestia's bare mound. As she began to loosen around him slightly, he increased his tempo while leaning forward to kiss Hestia on the lips. With one hand, he reached up and caressed one of her breasts. Moaning lightly into his mouth, she placed her hand over his and squeezed it firmly. Realizing what she wanted, Harry's touch grew much firmer. Hestia inhaled sharply through her nose and moaned much more loudly as he groped her chest roughly.
Under them, Flora began to pant and moan heavily. With each new thrust of his cock, she arched her back and bucked her hips to meet him. Suddenly, her folds clamped so tightly around him he could hardly move. Harry groaned as she spasmed around him from her powerful climax. Hestia moaned as Flora screamed into her slit.
When she finally calmed, Harry gripped her hips tightly and pulled his hips back. Slowly, his drenched cock came free from her tight gasp. He was barely out of her before Hestia crawled forward and hugged him while grinding herself down on his length. Chuckling against her lips, Harry easily lifted her up in his arms. Hestia reached under herself and placed his swollen head at her entrance before lowering her weight onto him.
"She likes it rough," Flora panted.
Harry pulled back and looked at Hestia, who nodded her head eagerly. Smiling, he walked between the two beds and pinned her against the wall. Staring into her eyes, he drove his hips forward relentlessly. Hestia gasped and clawed at his back as his cock stretched out her tight walls. Just like her sister, she was so tight he had trouble pulling out of her.
Hooking his arms under her legs, Hestia was folded in half as her knees pressed against her chest. With her entire body pinned to the wall by his arms, Harry was able to hold her in place as he drew his cock back. With just the head between her lips, he changed course and plowed into her. Hestia gasped and threw her head back to moan while her hands clutched at his shoulders.
Hearing a scream behind him, he turned his head and looked back to see Hermione climaxing hard. The most exciting part for Harry, was that she was watching him as she did. Grinning, Harry pulled Hestia away from the wall as she stared at them with wide eyes. Standing next to Hermione as she slid off of Suzette's face with a deep blush, he held Hestia tightly and started hammering into her with short, fast strokes. Somehow, Hermione's brown eyes got even wider.
Laughing, Suzette stood up and turned Harry's head to give him a kiss. When she pulled back, they shared a brief but meaningful look before she kissed Hestia cheek and squeezed one of her wildly jiggling breasts.
"Do you mind sharing?" Flora asked Suzette nervously.
"Not if you don't?" Suzette told her.
Grinning, Flora jumped off the bed and trotted quickly over to the other one, her pretty little tits bouncing beautifully. Surprisingly, she walked right past them and crawled onto the bed with Hermione. His best friend turned her head just in time for Flora to lean forward and kiss her on the lips. Hermione moaned in surprise but relaxed after a moment and kissed the younger Slytherin back.
"I didn't see that coming," Harry said with a laugh.
Slowing his thrusts to a stop, he laid Hestia down a couple of feet away from where her sister was snogging Hermione heatedly.
"We've always fancied you and Hermione," Hestia said with a smirk.
Shaking his head incredulously, Harry leaned down to kiss her before pulling out of her completely. Hestia moaned in disappointment, but he ignored it in favor of rolling her over onto her stomach. Gripping her small ass firmly, he groped her rear briefly before smacking her cheek playfully. Smiling at her small yelp, Harry grabbed her shoulders and slammed back into her. Hestia clawed at the bedding and cried out as she came from that single, brutal thrust.
Crawling onto the bed, Suzette knelt over Hermione's face this time, while Flora had moved between her legs. Harry throbbed at the sight as he ignored Hestia's climax and began pounding into her with hard, deep thrusts. His muscles strained as he fought to drag his length out of her each time he filled her clutching depths. He'd never had to work so hard to get off before, but the feeling of her silky walls hugging his sensitive head was well worth the effort.
As he hammered Hestia into the mattress with powerful thrusts, he looked over to watch the other three girls. It was an orgy of visual stimulation as he watched the busty blonde, the curvy, curly haired brunette, and the thin, dark-haired doppelganger of the girl he was ruining. Suzette, in particular, looked incredible as she panted and rolled her hips while groping one of her large breasts. That fact that she was doing that while riding Hermione face like it was her own personal sex toy didn't hurt either.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, Suzette looked at him with a lustful smile. Cupping her breasts, she shook them for him and then lifted on up to suck her own hard, pink nipple. Excitedly, Harry throbbed and fucked Hestia even harder as he neared his peak. Grinning, Suzette reached down, pinched one of Hermione's nipples with each hand, and pulled them roughly. Hermione arched her back with a loud, pleasured moan just as Harry slammed deep into Hestia and let loose a torrent of cum.
Feeling him climax inside of her, Hestia moaned and shivered. As he pulled out of her, Suzette cried out as she tipped over the edge. Harry had barely softened before the sight had him hardening all over again.
Sliding off of Hermione's face, Suzette crawled over to him with a smile and kissed him deeply. As she pulled him onto the bed, he knew it was going to be a long night.
Chapter 13
Harry ran his hand through Angelina's long, dark hair with a groan. Currently, the stunning, dark-skinned witch was on her knees, her dress bunched up around her wide hips and leaving all but her tight stomach exposed to his gaze, and her thick, pouty lips stretched around his girth.
Thick, stringy globs of saliva dripped down her chin and onto her body as she relentlessly plunged her mouth down onto his rigid length. Angelina stared up at him with a hooded gaze as her fingers delved between her folds, her large breasts bouncing on her chest. Loud, wet gags sounded into the night from atop the Astronomy Tower as she battered her own throat with his cock. Her beautiful makeup for the ball was now a ruined mess from the tears and saliva running down her face, streaks of dark red lipstick running along his shaft.
After nearly a year of repeating the same day, and pushing boundaries he never would have dared before, Harry was now convinced that women were just as depraved and perverted as men. They were just better at hiding it.
The moment Angelina had run her hand along his bulge as they kissed, her eyes lit up wantonly. Suzette had told him his long-time friend and teammate had a bit of an oral fixation, but he was still stunned at how fast she'd dropped to her knees and swallowed his length. Now, after nearly half an hour, she still showed no signs of wanting him to finish. Every time he felt like he was getting close, she would pull off of him and praise his manhood like it was some mythical artifact until he calmed enough for her to swallow him again. In contrast, she had already reached her climax twice from playing with herself, shuddering and moaning around his cock.
"Fuck!" Harry grunted.
Angelia buried him in her throat, her nose grinding against his pubic bone while her long tongue lapped at his balls. By far, it was the most intense blowjob of his life, and Harry had quite a bit of experience with talented witches at this point. His hips flexed out of instinct, driving every last millimeter of his shaft between her lips. Angelina gagged loudly but made no attempt to pull back as a long string of spit fell from her chin, some landing on her chocolate-colored nipple before further soaking her dress.
Suddenly, they heard a loud gasp from the door.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Johnson!" Professor Sinistra gasped.
Angelina blushed and pulled back sharply off his cock, leaving it spit-soaked and jutting in the air. Harry saw Sinistra's eyes go wide as she stared at it. Smirking, he made no move to cover himself.
"Something wrong, Professor?" Harry asked.
Both Angelina and Sinistra stared at him incredulously as he smiled, completely unfazed by being caught in the act. Even as Sinistra tried to look stern, her eyes still glanced down at his length hard length more than once.
"You can't be doing that here," Professor Sinistra hissed. "Both of you, get dressed."
Angelina, looking quite ashamed, moved her arms from covering her chest to pull up her dress, but Harry put his hand on her shoulder to get her to stop.
"Uh, Professor, there's no way this thing is going to fit back in my trousers the way it is," Harry said, gesturing to his throbbing erection. "Would it be alright if we had a few minutes to finish?"
Again, both witches stared at him nonplussed. Angelina's mouth gaped open, making Harry wish he could take the opportunity to put his rapidly cooling cock back into her wonderfully hot mouth. Professor Sinistra worked her mouth open and closed, but no words left at first.
"Five more minutes," she said, looking surprised at her own answer.
"Thanks, Professor," Harry said with a grateful smile.
Nodding stiffly, Sinistra took one last glance at his crotch before walking back through the door and pulling it closed behind her.
"Did she seriously just agree to let me finish blowing you?" Angelina asked incredulously.
"Seems that way," Harry said with a grin. "Sorry Ang but, as fun as this has been, it looks like we're gonna have to be quick."
She stared at him for a long moment before she burst out laughing.
"Merlin, Harry," she said through her laugh. "I don't know what's gotten into you tonight."
"Well, it more about what's gotten into you that matters," Harry joked, wagging his cock at her and drawing another laugh. "So, do you want to finish what you started, or do you want to go for a quickie?"
"You can fuck me later," Angelina said, waddling forward on her knees to wrap her hand around his shaft. "Right now, I want you to shove this big cock down my throat until you cum."
Taking the tip in her mouth, she brought his hands to her head and looked up at him lustfully. Grinning, Harry ran his hands through her hair tenderly before grabbing two rough handfuls of her thick, lush locks.
"Shit, we should have done this sooner," Harry said as he sheathed himself in her throat.
Angelina moaned in agreement around his shaft before gagging loudly. As he began to thrust roughly, her large breasts bounced on her chest and her fingers returned to her folds. Instead of pushing her fingers into her depths, she rubbed her clit rapidly. Harry gripped her hair tightly as he ruthlessly drove into her tight throat over and over again. It continued to amaze him that, despite the tears running down her eyes and the loud squelches and gags that came from her throat, Angelina was still enjoying herself immensely. For some reason, it always amazed him some women enjoyed this sort of thing.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Harry focused on fucking her face. While perhaps not as pleasurable as some of the slower, more sensuous blowjobs he'd had, the sights, sounds, and depravity of the situation brought on an excitement he didn't often get. On her knees, Angelina happily choked on his thick shaft as it plunged in and out of her voracious mouth.
Finally, Harry was allowed to reach his peak. With a loud groan, he buried his cock in her throat, her gullet expanding around his shaft as it swelled. The first shot was fired directly into Angelina's stomach before he pulled back. With his cock resting on her tongue, she moaned wantonly and swirled her tongue around as his release spilled into her mouth. As his climax came to an end, he pulled out with a shudder when she continued to suck him dry.
While Angelina tilted her head back to swallow, her hand moving frantically over her clit, Harry felt something. After months of practice with Professor Flitwick, he was starting to get the hang of feeling magic. Right now, he felt the unmistakable magic of the Disillusionment Charm, a spell his Charms professor had made sure he was familiar with. A smirk crossed his face as he realized Professor Sinistra was watching them.
Reaching down, he grabbed Angelina's hand and pulled her to her feet. A frustrated groan left her lips and she glared at him for stopping her so close to her climax. She opened her mouth, but before the words could escape, Harry spun her around and pushed on her shoulder while holding her hips.
"I know we don't have a lot of time, but I can still return the favor," Harry said.
Bent over at the waist, Angelina braced her hands on the wall to keep herself steady and looked over her shoulder. Harry smiled at her and ran his hand over her smooth, plush behind before running two fingers between her drenched folds. With a moan, she hung her head down and bucked her hips back at him.
Using a trick Suzette had taught him, Harry slipped two fingers inside of her. After a bit of searching, he found a patch of slightly rougher skin along her top wall, just a few inches in. The moment he grazed it, Angelina gasped, and her hips rocked hard. Smirking, he gripped her shoulder tightly to keep her in place and suddenly began stimulating that spot frantically.
Angelina cried out, her hips jerking forward from the intense feelings. Harry wouldn't let her get away though. While his hand held her shoulder in place, his other hand followed her movements as she writhed wildly. Loud gasps and high-pitched squeals split the night air as Harry shook his hand so fast it looked like his arm was vibrating.
In less than a minute, Angelina screamed out her climax while a stream of hot arousal splashed all over the floor. Her legs trembled violently and threatened to give out on her before Harry wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her up. Pulling his dripping fingers out of her still spasming folds, he held her to his chest, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts as she panted and gasped.
"Bloody hell," she gasped a short while later. "Where the fuck did you learn that?"
"A friend," Harry said with a shrug and a smug smile.
Taking his wand out of his pocket, he cast a few quick charms to clean both of them up. Angelina would have to reapply her makeup, but at least she didn't look like a Knockturn Alley whore after a gangbang, Harry thought. Just before she fixed her dress, he spun her around and kissed her on the lips.
Once they were both decent, they headed for the door. Halfway down the stairs, Harry came to a stop.
"I left my robe up there, I'll be right back," he said.
Kissing Angelina on the cheek, he raced back up the stairs and peeked in the door. Professor Sinistra had taken off the Disillusionment Charm, hiked up her dress, and buried a hand in the front of her panties. Unfortunately, her back was to Harry, so he could only see her arm moving back and forth.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open loudly. Professor Sinistra spun towards him with her eyes wide. Harry got a quick look at her thick thighs, wide hips, and black panties before she yanked her hand free and covered herself back up.
"Sorry," Harry said with a smile. "I forgot my robe."
Blushing heavily, Professor Sinistra said nothing as he picked up his robe and walked back to the door.
"Have a good night, Professor," Harry said with a wink.
Closing the door behind him, he caught back up to Angelina and wrapped an arm around her waist as he led her back to the ball. They still had quite a bit of time left in the night, but Harry was already thinking of ways to try and sleep with his beautiful professor.
It took several tries for Harry to get close to Professor Sinistra. He spent nearly a week following her under his cloak and talking to her at the ball to find the perfect opportunity. With a solid plan in mind, he once again took Daphne to the ball.
When she left him for the night after the first dance, Harry spent some time wandering around and talking to his friends. As the night wore on, and everyone, including the teachers, consumed more of the spiked punch courtesy of Fred and George, he went over to ask for a dance. First, he danced with Professor Vector. While it was fun, and he found Vector plenty attractive, tonight, he was focused on Sinistra.
Afterwards, he convinced her to join him on the dance floor. As he spun her around, Harry made sure he brushed his erection against her several times. When the song ended, he pulled her close and pressed his hard length against her thigh as she stared up at him, her eyes slightly wide.
"Thanks, professor," Harry said.
"You're welcome," she said, her cheeks flushed darker than normal.
They parted ways, and Harry ended up sitting with a sullen Katie for a while. He was tempted to take her onto the dance floor, but he didn't want to miss his chance. He would have had plenty of time, and that was something he kept in mind if there needed to be a next time.
Eventually, Professors Vector and Sinistra left to do their rounds. Slipping out of the Great Hall, Harry dipped into an alcove to put on his cloak before catching up to them. He knew they would be heading upstairs before splitting up. Professor Vector would check the fifth floor, while Professor Sinistra would head up to check out the Astronomy Tower.
"Did you notice anything – odd, about Harry when you were dancing with him?" Sinistra asked Vector.
"What do you mean?" Vector asked.
Sinistra looked around to make sure they were alone before answering and Harry moved closer so he could listen easier.
"Didn't you feel his erection?" Sinistra asked quietly.
"I thought I might have at the end," Vector admitted. "You don't think he was really that excited to dance with us, do you?"
"Oh, he was definitely pressing it against me," Sinistra told her. "That thing was big. It's like he was trying to hide a beater's bat in his pants."
"Size queen," Vector said teasingly while bumping her shoulder.
"You would be too if you felt him rubbing against you the whole dance," Sinistra said, causing both witches to giggle. "Merlin, it's almost enough to make me want to give him a detention for being a bad boy."
The two women broke down into laughs and Harry smiled as he walked behind them. They walked a bit further before finally splitting up. As Vector disappeared down the corridor, he followed Sinistra up the spiraling staircase to the Astronomy Tower. Thankfully, she left the door open at the top and made it easy for him to sneak in.
While Sinistra walked over to the parapet to look out over the grounds, Harry closed the door quietly and took off his cloak. Once he was close to her, he walked normally, his steps sounding on the hard stone floor.
Just as Sinistra turned to see who was behind her, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes went wide at the sight of him.
"Mr. Potter," she gasped. "This - this is highly inappropriate."
"Didn't you want to give me detention, professor?" Harry asked.
Sinistra gaped at him, her cheeks flushing as she stared at him. It was then that she seemed to realize what he had pressed firmly against her luscious backside.
"Harry," she said, spinning around in his arms and placing her hands on his chest. "We-"
Harry cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. Sinistra grunted in surprise and went stiff for a long moment. Slowly, her shoulders relaxed, and her lips moved against his. His hands slid up and down the back of her dress, his hands moving closer to her bum while her large breasts flattened against his chest. As soon as he cupped her full, thick globes, Sinistra pulled back and stared up at him.
"We shouldn't," she said quietly.
"But you want to," Harry countered gently.
Sinistra swallowed as she stared at him. Her mouth opened, as if to speak her denial, but no words came out. Smiling, Harry leaned forward and kissed her again. This time, she didn't hesitate to kiss him back, nor did she pull back when Harry cupped and lightly squeezed her rear. Instead, she moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding over his chest and shoulders.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Sinistra said breathlessly.
Harry just smiled as he squeezed her cheeks roughly and pulled her close, his hard shaft grinding into her thigh. Inhaling sharply, Sinistra rocked her hips forward on instinct, then bit her lip when she realized what she'd done.
"Fuck it," she said suddenly.
Grabbing his head, she pulled him in for a kiss while her hands pushed his robe off his shoulder. Before it had even hit the ground, her hands were working on the buttons of his shirt. Harry slid his hands up her back and reached for the zipper of her dress. He slipped his hands inside the back of her dress and caressed her smooth skin as she tugged his shirt out of his pants. Rather than reaching for his belt buckle, Sinistra ran her hand down the front of his pants and over his large, prominent bulge.
Groaning as her hand traced his length, Harry shrugged off his shirt before grabbing the straps of her dress. The top fell down until it caught on her wide hips, baring her large breasts. He wasted no time in pulling back from her lips and burying his face in her soft, pillowy mounds. Opening his mouth, he took one of her wide areolas between his lips, his tongue circling her thick nipple. With a whine, Sinistra reached for his belt and practically tore it open in her haste to open his pants. In seconds, she was pushing them down his thighs and grasping for his exposed length.
"Mmh, that's big," Sinistra panted. "Merlin, I need this."
Grabbing her dress, she wiggled back and forth as she pushed it, along with her panties, down over her wide hips to pool at her feet. Not bothering to remove her high heeled shoes, Sinistra stepped out of her dress and spun around. Putting her hands on the top of the parapet, she bent at the waist slightly and stuck out her big, round ass towards him. Harry ran his hands over her soft, smooth globes before giving her a light spank that earned him a low moan.
"You have a great ass, professor," Harry said, groping her cheeks firmly.
"You can call me Aurora," Sinistra said before letting out a low moan as he pulled her firm globes apart to reveal her taut slit and puckered back entrance.
Letting go, he watched with a grin as her cheeks snapped back together with a small clap. Running his hands up her back, Harry leaned over her and ground his throbbing erection against her hot, leaking folds.
"You don't want me to call you professor, professor?" he asked teasingly.
"It's wrong," Sinistra whimpered while rocking her hips and sliding her slit along his shaft.
"That's what makes it fun, professor," Harry whispered in her ear with a smirk.
She whimpered again before letting out a gasp as his head pressed against her entrance. Straightening up, Harry grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hanging breast with the other as he sank into her. Sinistra moaned and bucked her hips back at him wantonly.
"Yes," she hissed.
"Is this what you had in mind when you said you wanted to put me in detention, professor?" Harry asked, pulling back and delving back into her quickly.
"Harry," Sinistra moaned.
Smirking, he raised his hand and gave her ass a firm smack.
"That should be Mr. Potter, shouldn't it?" Harry continued teasing. "Maybe you're the one that need to be in detention, professor. This is completely unprofessional behavior."
"I don't care, just fuck me," she barked.
Smiling, Harry did just that, plowing into her hot, tight depths with long, powerful thrusts. The beautiful, dark cheeks of her ass rippled from the impact of his hips. Without a doubt, she had one of the best, if not the best ass in the school, he thought.
"You know, if you did this with your students more often, I bet your class would have much better attendance," Harry teased. "I know I sure as hell would have stayed."
"Oh fuck!" Sinistra gasped, a shudder running through her as she started practically throwing herself back into his thrusts. "Harder!"
Panting from the exertion, Harry grabbed a handful of her long, straight black hair and used it as a handle as he slammed into her. Within moments, Sinistra shrieked into the night as she reached a powerful climax. Groaning at the tightening of her depths, he was forced to slow his thrusts as she bucked wildly. As her legs trembled, Harry leaned forward to wrap an arm around her chest, groping her full breasts while helping to hold her up. After a few moments, her body went slack as she panted hard. Kissing her neck, he continued rocking his hips lightly as she recovered. Supporting her own weight, Sinistra turned her head and kissed him passionately.
"Please don't stop," she whispered against his lips.
Harry smiled and pecked her on the lips.
"I'm not even close to done with you yet, professor," he told her.
Straightening up, Harry groped her lush cheeks as he began thrusting slowly.
"Your ass is fantastic, professor," he said, smacking the other cheek lightly.
"Mmh, you can fuck it, if you want," Sinistra told him.
"Seriously?" Harry asked, stopping his thrusts.
Looking over her shoulder, she smirked at him, her bright hazel eyes sparkling.
"Hand me my wand," she told him.
Grinning, Harry kissed her on the lips before pulling out of her completely. Both of them groaned in disappointment as he bent down and dug through her dress. Finding her wand, he pulled it free from the holster attached to the thin fabric and handed it to her. Sinistra aimed the tip of her wand between her cheeks and mumbled a quick spell. A shiver ran through her body before she tossed her wand back on top of her clothes.
Trembling with excitement, Harry stepped up behind her. Gripping her dusky globes, he spread them apart and lined the tip of his cock up with her puckered entrance. As he pushed forward, he thought it looked almost impossible for something as large as his cock to fit in her tiny hole. Sinistra groaned as he pushed forward more and more firmly. It took a surprising amount of force, to the point he was worried about hurting her, before her tight ring gave way and he slipped inside. The Astronomy professor gasped followed by a loud moan as Harry inhaled sharply.
Sawing his hips back and forth, he slowly sank deeper into her incredibly tight, impossibly hot back door. It seemed almost impossible that anything could feel better than the things he'd already experienced but being deep in his professor's ass absolutely did. Part of it was the incredible feelings themselves, and part of it was the insanely erotic situation.
After a slow start, Harry bottomed out in her perfect behind. Pulling halfway back out, he slid back in with slow, deep thrusts. Sinistra moaned low in her throat and looked at him over her shoulder.
"Fuck, I've never felt this full," she said, staring at him with a hooded gaze.
"You like having one of your students deep in your ass, professor?" Harry asked, leaning over her back and increasing his pace.
"Yes," she hissed, her eyelids fluttering.
Smiling, Harry grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, arching her neck sharply. Pulling nearly all the way out, he plunged back into her in a single, relentless thrust. With his lips attached to her delicate throat, he felt her windpipe rumble as she moaned sensuously.
Feeling his climax beginning to build, Harry reached under her with his free hand and sank two fingers into her dripping folds. After a bit of searching, he found that sensitive spot inside of her and rubbed it gently. Sinistra gasped and shuddered, her hips bucking back against him hard and driving his cock deep into her rear.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, panting heavily.
As he continued to gently run his fingers over the patch of slightly rougher skin inside of her, he hammered into her bum with deep, powerful thrusts. It felt like no time at all before he was teetering on the edge.
"I'm close," Harry growled, his hips continuing to clap against her lush cheeks.
"In – me," Sinistra grunted,
Groaning, Harry held on as long as he could. The closer he got to his peak, the harder he slammed into her. Just as his cock swelled, spilling himself deep in her bum, Sinistra's mouth hung open in a silent scream as she was pushed over the edge. Eyes clamped shut, the muscles and tendons in her neck bulged as her entire body seized up. Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal left her throat while her entire body shook uncontrollably.
Wrapping an arm around her, Harry held her close to his chest as he continued filling her. Sinistra's eyes flew open and nearly rolled into the back of her head as her legs gave out. If not for his arm around her, she would have fallen to the floor. Harry wrapped both arms around her chest, one hand squeezing her breast as he savored the moment of bliss fogging his mind.
Eventually, their euphoria faded, the two of them panting for air as they recovered. Harry kissed her neck and Sinistra turned her head to kiss his lips tenderly. When he softened, she pulled forward until he slipped out of her, then turned in his arms.
"Mr. Potter, that will be one week's detention for inappropriate behavior towards a professor," she said with a smile.
"Just a week?" Harry asked with a grin.
"We'll see," Sinistra said, leaning forward to kiss him.
While Harry was a bit sad he wouldn't get to experience that week, or more, with his gorgeous professor, he was glad he at least had this to relive and remember.
Abruptly, the memory of that night blurred and vanished. Blinking, he found himself staring into the face of Suzette as she grinned at him.
"You've been a naughty boy, 'Arry," she said teasingly.
"A bit," Harry said with a smile.
Giggling, Suzette sat back on the couch in the Room of Requirement.
"Listen, I've been wondering, can you teach someone to be a Legilimens?" Harry asked.
"I could, but it takes a lot of time, and I've never tried to teach anyone before," Suzette said.
"Time is the one thing I never run out of," Harry replied, a tinge of sadness in his voice.