Harry Potter in Unexpected Situations

I was looking down at Marauder's Map, completely engrossed in tracking the footsteps of a certain Ferret when I suddenly felt the jolt of someone bumping into me. It was hard to miss, especially in the quiet of the corridor. I looked up, annoyance flaring, ready to snap at whoever had been careless enough to collide with me. But then I saw her, and instead of anger, my gaze sharpened.

It was the same girl staring at me in my last class, the one whose eyes I could feel on me, even from across the room. And, I suspected, the one who had been shadowing me through the castle. Dark hair, fair skin, and curves that were impossible to ignore. She wore black robes with Gryffindor crest and a pleated grey skirt that clung to her like a second skin, revealing more than enough to turn heads.

She looked up at me through her eyelashes and smiled. She had a nice smile, set on pretty lips. Lips that looked full and like they could were inviting me to snog her. I don't know why I had that thought, there was just something about her that made me think she was often doing that sort of thing. Maybe it was the choker, tight to her neck that made me think about hands wrapped around it. Or maybe it was her hand that was brushing my chest, apparently to steady herself after our collision. Or maybe it was her cleavage, deliberately exposed and looking appealing as fuck.

"Sorry! I'm a little clumsy sometimes."

Yeah, sure... Her eyes were dancing around me, sizing me up. Her smile stuck to her face, telling me she liked what she saw. I could say the same thing. So I let my gaze slowly wander over her slowly. Leering, I guess. Fuck it, I was pretty sure she had hearts in her eyes.

I glanced around. It was midday, and the Hogwarts were bustling with students. The autumn sun bathed the Hogwarts towers in a golden light, casting long shadows on the open grounds and revealing hidden corners that would soon be cloaked in winter's gloom. Students hurried past, either rushing to their next class or making their way to the grassy lawn, where they were practicing how to apparate which was drawing a crowd. The day was packed with the usual Hogwarts flurry, but she had eyes only for me.

It could have been an innocent excuse—bumping into me by accident—but something felt off. I was certain I had been one of the first to leave the lecture, my mind focused on catching up to Malfoy. So how had she managed to get ahead of me?

"It's nothing, really," I said. Not trying to make a big deal of it or show too much interest.

"Thanks! Hi there, I'm pretty sure I've seen you around before. Do you have Professor Sprout's class next?"

"Yeah."

Of course, she knew that I did, she'd been eye fucking me the entire time...

"Cool. I'm Romilda by the way."

"Harry."

"I know! Nice to meet you!"

She still had her hand on my chest! I had almost forgotten. This girl was keen. I thought she'd just wanted to introduce herself and maybe try fangirling me. But no, she was literally feeling me up!

I noticed her squeeze her arms together a little and push her Tits against each other. Okay, now I knew she wanted it. I looked back up with a cocky grin on my face. Romilda met my eyes boldly and her smile grew wider. Damn! This one, she was seducing me.

"So, where are you going Romilda?"

"Oh, umm, I was going to the greenhouses. I have a meeting with my friends. I should go..."

"Oh, let me walk you there," I said confidently. I took her hand down from my chest and spun her around a little. I didn't hold her hand because I was not her fucking boyfriend. Instead, I boldly looped one arm over her shoulders. Possessively.

I walked her away from the crowd, and she seemed happy to let me do so. I took her away from the main corridors to stall for time as I worked out what to do. Where should I make my move? What was she up for? How long was her meeting going to be?

She surprised me by letting me take her around a corner and then making her move.

"Hey, I think I need to go to the bathroom quickly. It's this way right?"

Bugger it. I knew it!

"Um, yeah sure."

She walked quickly and led me toward a familiar bathroom entrance. She twisted to face me, and there was a glint of lust and excitement in her eyes. She didn't say anything, just looked at me, her eyes flicking to my mouth quite obviously. I took the hint and pushed her against the wall. She gasped but left her mouth open. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

She moaned into my mouth, loudly! Her tongue was wet and quick to slip onto my lips. I pushed past it and forced my tongue into her hot little mouth. She moaned again and started sucking on it immediately. Damn...

I quickly groped at her tits and she just let me. Openly, in public. I knew this girl wanted me, and was horny and pumped up on something, but Romilda kept surprising me with how much of a little whore she was acting. Her nipple was hard underneath my hand. There was no way she was wearing a bra. I felt her nipple harden beneath my touch. I gave it a pinch. She made a high-pitched noise and her body shook slightly.

I let go of the kiss and took a half-step back. She stared at me, dark hair slightly wild at her shoulders, chest panting, nipples poking through her shirt. She reached her hands up towards me slightly, but then stopped, waiting. So she wanted it but was still a little sub. Yeah, I knew the type just like Ginny.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and turned her around again, pointing her towards the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder at me but started walking in. I got a proper look at her firm arse for the first time. Damn! She was packing a ripe proper peach arse right there! I wondered if she was into anal, but shook my head before I could fantasize too much, first things first. I did give her arse a firm slap as she went through. I'm only human.

I didn't look around to see if anyone saw us go in, but as I followed Romilda into the bathroom, we did meet moaning Myrtle diddling herself in front of the mirror, doing what she was doing in the bathroom before dying. I wondered if she was gonna kick up a fuss, but she just rolled her eyes at us. She made some snooty noise in her throat to let us know she didn't approve, and then she left via her favorite toilet. Good riddance. Romilda looked at me and licked her lips again, waiting for approval or instruction. I nodded towards the stall, and she practically skipped ahead of me. I locked the door behind us.

Romilda pressed herself into me and looked up through her lashes at me with big doe eyes. She leaned up for another kiss. I paused for a second or two, but let her lock onto my lips with her own. She might have been a good kisser, I don't know, I didn't really care. I was just warming her up.

I put one hand on her cheek and cupped her chin and face tenderly, like a lover. I softened my kiss and drew her away from me. She looked slightly confused, but still stared at me meekly. She knew I was in charge. I shifted my hand up and ran it into her hair. Then I tightened my grip and seized a handful of hair. She winced in pain, but recognition bloomed. Her tongue stuck out from her open mouth slightly.

I pulled. She moved with my hand. Good. I pulled her downwards. She looked up at me even as she sank. Need shining on her face. What a needy whore.

She crouched down. She ran her hands over me as she went. One palm pushed up against my crotch, feeling the hard outline of my cock. After that she moved quickly, unbuckling my belt frantically, and burrowing to pull my pants down. Like a little bitch scrabbling for her prize. As she uncovered my cock, I readjusted my grip so that I had a good bunch of hair. I was gonna direct this bitch right where I needed her.

She pulled my cock free at last and made a low 'Ugggghh' noise at the sight and feel of it. I twitched and pulsed in her hand. She looked up at me and just stuck out her tongue, leaving her mouth open for me. Moving her whole head with one hand, I lined her up so that the head of my cock tapped onto her lolling tongue. She instinctively tried to lick underneath it. She'd done this before, a lot....

I gave a few more seconds of teasing before I rammed my cock into her mouth.

She slurped and gagged at the sudden assault, but didn't push or try to spit it out. She took it like a champion cocksucker and waited as still as she could with my cock pushing down her throat. She gagged again, and her eyes watered as I pulled her hair and her head off my cock.

"Bloody hell. You're good at this."

"Mmhhmmm."

"Is this what you wanted?"

She nodded, breathing in and out heavily.

"Answer me, bitch."

Her eyes flashed at the word.

"Yes, this is what I want."

"Yeah, of course it is."

She reached up to stroke my dick, but I pulled her hair and stopped her. "Wait, stand up."

As she moved to obey me, I wrapped my other hand around Romilda's throat and dragged her upright with both hands. She steadied herself on the walls of the toilet stall, not minding how filthy it could be.

All I did was pull her shirt down, and then roughly pull the whole thing down to her stomach, freeing her breasts. They were incredible. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and by now her nipples were firm pink little nubs. I pinched one and watched with satisfaction as her face twisted in pain and pleasure. Her mouth made a perfect O and her eyes closed instinctively.

I groped at her squishy tits roughly. They felt so soft but perked under my touch. Benefits of being a young witch. Magic works based on belief and which Witch didn't want to be Beautiful. 

I regained a handful of hair and forced her to the floor again. She seemed surprised and stumbled to her bare knees on the dirty floor. I don't know what she had been expecting, but all I needed to was to see her tits bob and jiggle as she sucked my cock. What an obscene view.

I thrust back into her hot mouth and started fucking it earnestly then, not taking it slow and not caring when I made her gag or cough. She was a warm hole to service my cock. As she had her face fucked, spit dribbled out of her mouth and dropped down onto her tits in long strings. Her gagging noises filled the bathroom.

I had a feeling that Moaning Myrtle was watching us. I don't know how long we were at it, but I definitely heard at least one another couple walk into the bathroom and then leave once they heard her moans and sloppy gagging. It seems that's why Hermione told me not to come in this bathroom.

Romilda was loose and wet, so my dick slid in and out of her mouth easily. It felt amazing, and the tingle of my balls as they slapped onto her chin and face was equally pleasurable. I felt like I might cum soon, so I slowed down. I wasn't ready for this to end just yet.

Romilda was moaning and using a lot of strength to keep from choking, gripping me, and moving her head when she could. She was so loud that she might have already orgasmed. It wouldn't have surprised me from how readily she was taking this, and how obscene her noises were.

But still, I needed to be inside that pussy. I pulled her off my cock and let her catch her breath as I admired her red face and wide eyes. After a few seconds of panting she managed a weak smile up at me.

"...I... love your cock," she murmured.

"Yeah, I bet you do, bitch."

With that, I pulled at her hair again, and she obediently rose once more. I kissed her, to show her that she'd done a good job, and her breath stank of saliva and my cock.

"Get your knickers off and turn around," I ordered her.

Romilda nodded and reached down to pull up her skirt, bunching around her waist efficiently. She wasn't wearing any panties... Of course, she wasn't. She showed me her bare thighs and the strip of dark hair above her pussy. She seemed so proud, it was kinda adorable. She didn't slow down or hesitate, or change her demeanor; she'd come here to get fucked.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her folds. She was wet and literally dripping. Of course, she was. I relished the feeling of a horny woman's arousal over my fingers, before withdrawing and running them into her used mouth. She sucked greedily at her own juices and gave me those wide eyes again.

I growled at her whorish behavior and squeezed at her neck with one hand and those gorgeous pink nipples with the other. She whined in pleasure/pain and gripped my forearm with her hand. But she didn't try to stop me from cutting off her air, she was just feeling the power in my arm. Knowing how in control of her I was. Revelling in it. I heard her other hand frantically rubbing at her wet pussy.

I pushed her so she was facing away from me. She leaned against the wall of the stall and bent over as much as she could in the cramped space. Tilting her hips and presenting herself as best she could. I slipped a hand underneath her and guided my hard cock toward her dripping cunt. She moaned and pushed her peachy arse backward towards me. So needy.

I thrust my hips against her and sank all the way to the hilt in her hot, soaking little hole. Fuck! She was so tight! She cried out as I filled her up. Her head was pushed against the back wall of the stall. 

I took a wide grip on her arse cheeks and felt the cheeks wobble as I started to fuck her properly. Romilda moaned in pleasure and took little gasping breaths as the air pounded out of her lungs. After a few seconds, she reached back with one arm and pulled me towards her, pushing me in deeper. It gave me a sudden thought and her body language seemed to support the idea.

As she spread herself for me and took my cock like a good slut, I wet my thumb in my mouth and then pressed it against her puckered arsehole as it exposed itself under the pounding I was giving her. Just as I thought, Romilda groaned louder and humped her hips more fervently against mine. Of course, she likes arse play too.

I let spit pool in my mouth and then dropped it down onto her arse and my thumb. The liquid let me loosen her up a little more, and I sank the first section of my thumb inside her arse. The grip was incredibly powerful and the intrusion drove her slightly wild even as it gave me a wash of dirty pleasure. I suddenly knew I could do anything I wanted to this bitch. She was mine.

I fucked her with both my rock-hard dick and my thumb now. It only took a short while before she started wailing and gulping in the air even louder than before. She must have been audible to people even outside the toilets now. I realized she was cumming as she slid smoothly up and down my dick whilst quivering in her legs and arms. The sight and sounds set me off, and I knew I had to cum soon too. Without letting her finish with my dick inside her, I abruptly pulled out of her wet cunt.

I grabbed her by the hips, turned her around, and pushed her back to her knees again. I stroked my dick which was now covered in shiny, creamy pussy juices, and stared into her dazed eyes. Despite the fucking she'd taken from me, and the shivering orgasm wracking her body, she was still aware of what I was doing. She pushed her tits together again and opened her mouth. Such a good slut. I growled in approval and unleashed my seed all over her. I aimed for her tits because at that moment my brain decided that they needed to be covered most of all. But after a few intensely satisfying spurts, I tried to shoot onto her pretty face. This slut needed to be defiled. She needed to look the part. She took it all, proudly. Even when a rope of sticky cum went straight into the back of her throat, she didn't close her mouth or turn away.

After my orgasm subsided, Romilda started cleaning her face up a little. Using her tongue to scoop my cum into her mouth. But she stayed on her knees. She even opened her mouth and happily showed me that she'd swallowed my seed. On a whim, I stuck my thumb into her mouth after she did this, the one that I'd dirtied in her arsehole. Her eyes went wide and she wrinkled her face in disgust. Perhaps I'd found her limits at last. She jerked back instinctively and spat the dirty digit out.

"What the fuck? That's disgusting!"

She glared at me angrily, but her revulsion and rage were fleeting and easily cowed. I grinned down at her, showing her who was in control. She looked away quickly. Either her subservience or the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm caused a small tremor to run through her body.

I watched the lines of cum slide slowly down her breasts. I patted her head like she was a well-behaved dog. She warily watched the thumb that I'd violated two of her holes with.

"Gross!" She muttered and spat a few times theatrically. But I wasn't buying it. I laughed as a thought struck me, looking down at her despoiled face and naked body. I pulled at her hair again and guided her to face the toilet itself. She shuffled around willingly, and set her hands on the seat strangely, as if readying herself for something. Curious... That would also bear some investigation. I found myself fascinated with the thought of pushing this young slut to her limits.

But first I pushed her head over the toilet.

"Look in there, what do you see?"

She obediently peered into the water and her reflection floated on it. She put her head quite close to being within the bowl itself. Curious...!

"I see, myself..."

"And what are you?"

She paused, looking for where truth intersected with what I would want to hear.

"Someone who just got fucked in the bathroom."

"Yes! Good girl! And what does that make you?"

"A whore. A dirty little slut that needs your cock."

"Yeah, true. But specifically, it makes you a dirty little bitch in heat."

She nodded, but she also hummed out a little moan as she did so. She knew her place. She just needed someone to put her in it.

I let go of her and she turned to face me, still kneeling before me, and still glistening with my cum all over her.

"I know somewhere we could continue this Get up. Don't clean yourself up. You're taking me there now."

She looked shocked at my tone and probably the prospect of walking across campus with cum on her face. But she licked her lips once again and nodded. A second of hesitation, no more.

And so Romilda stood up from the toilet floor, pulled her tits back into her top, which immediately darkened and stained from the cum still clinging to her, and then straightened her skirt. She took my hand and led me out of the bathroom.

We walked out into the sunshine and were met with a crowd of people. Okay, maybe not a full crowd, but at least a couple of gaggles. Quite a few disapproving tutters and scowlers, but also some jealous looks and predatory grins. Someone cheered for us, or her, I have no idea. A mixed bag, but plenty of witnesses. I looked at her reaction curiously. I had no clue how she'd feel about this. 

Romilda's face glistened in the sunshine, little flecks of cum still present, but even the smeared trail where she'd wiped or licked it up was still visible. I hadn't noticed before, but she'd been wearing eyeshadow or something like that because her eyes and the tops of her cheeks were smudged black and messy. I guess I hadn't been looking into her eyes much. I laughed at the idea that I wasn't being romantic enough.

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