Chapter 3

The day after the examination

Harry woke up in his bed without an alarm clock, as usual at 6 AM, when he tried to massage his sleepy face, he felt devastating pain. While yesterday's muscle fatigue gave him a hard time, today he felt as if every muscle fiber was screaming at the slightest movement. Harry solemnly promised himself that the first thing after breakfast would be a trip to Madam Pomfrey. It wasn't until he started to stretch in bed that he began to get used to the pain enough to start thinking about getting up. Then the events of the previous day slowly dawned on him. Once again, a pleasant mix of pride and accomplishment began to fill him. He remembered the exam, the superiority he felt over others, but suddenly he also felt an unpleasant sting in his heart. The results wouldn't be until tomorrow, and despite Harry's excellent results in the minor parts of the exam, he still wasn't sure how he had done in the written part. Out of nowhere, a vision of failure seized his heart, Harry imagined each of the other students smiling arrogantly at him as they take Hermione away, only to infuriate him. Harry instinctively clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

However, he managed to counter the thought by focusing on another element of yesterday. 'Mr. Champion.' Katie's voice echoed in his head, and then the whole course of that little ambush ran through his head. Harry smiled at his thoughts as a pleasant erection chased away the previous doubt. A deep breath, duvet pulled back, and Harry was on his feet, heading for the bathroom with his pyjama pants outstreched.

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Library - 8:30 AM

Hermione was reclining on a pile of pillows, wearing her sweater and surprisingly not a skirt, but insulated trousers. When she got up in the morning and saw a drop of snow outside the window, she shuddered, in the end, it wasn't time for winter yet! The sight of white fluff gently covering the castle and the bitter cold outside put her in a festive mood. Today, she put her comfort above the opinion of others about her style.

She smiled prettily at the thought, pleased with the feeling of being independent, and opened "Unfogging the Future". As much as she hated divination, she has been trying to force herself to know the secrets and this branch of magic. You never know what knowledge might come in handy. She began to run her eyes over the letters, but when she finished the first page, she realized that she didn't really know what she had read. The problem was in her attitude and reluctance. Irritated, Hermione took her eyes off the book and reached for the steaming tea on the nearby table. She closed her eyes and took a sip, savoring the cinnamon note of the brew, the only thing missing was the Christmas song and she would feel it was Christmas already. When she opened her eyes, her heart leaped into her throat, the tall figure was standing over her. The rest of the unswallowed tea caused Hermione to choke and start coughing obsessively. She felt a light tap on her back and heard a familiar laugh.

"Merlin, you really shouldn't be so up in the clouds, anyway I thought you hated rats," Harry said, amused, rubbing her back gently. Hermione looked at him and sighed with high girl pich, putting on a pouting expression.

"Want me dead? Don't scare me like this. And, that was a mouse, not a rat. To think you forgot such an obvious part of the recipe. You should be thanking the stars I was walking beside you just then to see you struggling. AND, that we did not get expelled," Hermione said accusingly.

"Guess I'm lucky to have you around," Harry smiled looking Hermione in the eyes. It was a nice look.

Hermione blushed and smiled back, keeping the eye contact. It was that pleasant moment when you see your reflection in one's eyes.

"So? What do you have for me today?" He asked, lying beside her.

"What do you mean? The exams are done, all that is left for you is to wait until tomorrow, and maybe pray."

"You can't turn me into one of your kind, and then just expect to turn back then and there," Harry laughed, pocking Hermione's ribs with his finger.

"Very funny, 'one of my kind', huh? I see you really got along with Draco," said Hermione, knowing it was a bad joke the moment the words left her mouth. Harry didn't take it well, immediately losing his smile.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that, you know I didn't mean it. It's just I saw you talking to Draco the other day and-"

"You spied on me?"

"No, no, no," Hermione replied quickly. "I was going to see Snape in his office and I saw you in Slytherin's common room."

"If I didn't know you better, I would say you lie," Harry said, glaring at her. "What did you want from Snape this early in the morning anyway?"

"Oh I just gave him some additional paperwork to check, but don't make it about me! You're the one who shook hands with Draco Malfoy! You better tell me what was it about right now," said Hermione trying to restore her strict tone.

"Oh it wouldn't interest you, you know, boys' stuff," said Harry, repaying her for the previous, hurtful comparison.

In response, Hermione just narrowed her eyes.

"Oh stop it, you know I will tell you. I made some arrangements with him, regarding the Ministry's project. As you know our rivals were watching us closely, some closer than we could ever imagine. So, basically, I approached him about what happens if any of us wins. He might be a vicious cunt, but he is no fool, and with his Dad's ministerial influence, you never know what might happen," Harry explained.

"But what was that arrangement exactly?" Hermione asked intrigued.

"It essentially came down to banning two of each other's picks. Naturally, you were one of mine."

"And whom did Draco pick? Can't imagine anyone he cared enough about," Hermione snorted.

"Interestingly, he seemed to care about the Greengrass sisters, apparently, their families are promised to each other by some pact their fathers settled," said Harry smiling at Hermione's reaction.

"He didn't even pick Pansy?! Everyone knows she's crazy for him," she indignified. "Anyway, who was your second pick?"

"Ginny," said Harry calmly.

"Harry... after all wha-"

"Do you trust me?" Harry interrupted, meaning the question.

Hermione made a little pause, looking him in the eyes.

"Of course," she replied, meaning the answer.

"Then believe in me, it's important for me."

The tension of the conversation suddenly filled the room up to the roof. And Hermione's heartbeat started to race quicker than a steed. As she felt like she was flushing, the hot spread from her chest throughout the whole body, she looked at his lips. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THE TASTE OF THOSE LIPS? HE'S YOUR FRIEND.' Her thoughts started to rage inside of her head. Before she had a chance to do anything stupid, Harry leaned back and sank into the pillows, clearly thinking about something different than Hermione.

"But there's one issue you can help me with."

"Which is?" Hermione asked, getting control over herself back.

"I still can't figure out this rumor about Ginny and Dean. It's not like Ginny was talking about it left and right, she wanted to keep it secret so she can get information about your study plan, through me. So she had to be either seen with him by someone, or she told somebody, and the person didn't keep the secret very well. Any ideas on that matter, Miss Need-To-Know-Everything?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure, but I would guess it was somebody from Gryffindor. I first accidentally heard it over in the girls' bathroom from gossiping Lavender and Katie. However I didn't really give it any belief, and just ignored it. Shortly though, I started hearing it was getting more attention than ordinary gossip deserves, so I figured the credibility of it had to be strong enough. Gryffindor wouldn't believe any other house on that matter than itself. Before I told you, I naturally started sniffing, and I heard it directly from Romilida Vane. Perhaps you should start your investigation there, follow the thread, and with one thing leading to another you will track down the source."

"Merlin, you're brilliant, thanks," said Harry standing up briskly and kissing Hermione on a chick. "Sorry, we're gonna study tomorrow, see you at classes!" Harry waved his hand and left.

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Astronomy tower – 12 AM

Harry was now in a much better mood, mostly because of the visit to Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had both the care and love of a mother and the strict discipline of a father. It means that she would lecture you without mercy, but at the same time find and apply the best medicine in the most painless way possible. As she examined Harry's body she started scolding him without mercy for what he had done to his body. She concluded several torn tendons, serious muscle damage, and a crack in his left humerus bone. Harry didn't bother to tell her the reason, for what he discovered a long time ago, he actually enjoyed listening to her chiding. Probably because he didn't experience that parental care as a child.

After she determined what was wrong with him, she started to put out some nice-looking potions, and vials. Madam Pomfrey mumbled something to herself, probably again about the state of Harry, and started mixing some interestingly looking liquids with others, preparing appropriate portions for him. In the end, however, the nicely looking fluids tasted worse than Bertie Bott's combination of earthworm, dirt, and rotten eggs flavored beans.

Harry shuddered at his memory, paying his attention back to Professor Sinistra's lecture about the types of telescopes and magical lenses they include. He was not so interested in today's lecture. Usually, Astronomy classes were held under an open sky, where Harry could admire the stars, but today's theoretical classes were in the lower level, typical classroom. He couldn't tell the same story about his desk mate, who was listening to the teacher's every word and noting down every detail. "Merlin, Hermione really loved learning," Harry thought.

Well, to be absolutely fair, Harry wasn't listening to the lecturer for one more reason, his thoughts were occupied with a plan on how to approach the conversation with Romilda. He kept discreetly, or so he thought, glancing at her every few minutes. What was he supposed to say? 'Hey, would you be so kind to tell me if it was you who started the rumor about my girlfriend fucking with my classmate behind my back?' What's even worse he couldn't let other people know that he knows, it would ruin the whole plan he's been implying so carefully. On the other hand, if he behaves too hesitantly, she might feel that it's true for sure and use it to blackmail him. After all, Harry could've just dropped the case, for most people it was just a rumor. But he was too curious to do so.

The sound of moving chairs and closing books woke him up from his thoughts as he realized the lesson has ended and everyone are heading to the exit. As Harry quickly started packing his belongings, he spotted Romilda leaving the classroom with a friend in the crowd. He cursed, as he finished getting his things into his backpack and run out of the room just to see a line of crowded people getting down the narrow staircase from the Astronomy Tower. There was no way he could catch her up here, nevertheless, Harry started following the group, hoping to find her somewhere in the corridor. As the stairs ended, he dived between the groups of students and started squeezing through, just to find himself at a fork. As Romilda left the classroom as one of the first ones, Harry figured she should be somewhere in the lead of students, he trusted his guts and took the right turn. After passing several smaller groups of students Harry happily spotted her curly black hair. He sped up, and almost theatrically jumped in front of them, blocking their way. Romila along with two accompanied friends, a bit shocked by the scene, stopped. Just then Harry realized he got so occupied with the chase he forgot he had not really figured out what to say.

"Hey, Romilda," said Harry, breathing heavily from the run.

"Hey, Harry," Romilda responded smiling with her teeth, as the other two started giggling.

"Umm... Sorry, I wanted to talk to you about something, possibly in private," said perplexed Harry, looking around the corridor, seeing students everywhere around.

Happily, for him, Romilda rescued him from further embarrassment.

"I have classes in a minute, perhaps we can talk later?"

"Yeah! That would be great! Why don't we meet after we finish classes?" Harry asked eagerly.

"We have different timetables," she giggled.

"Oh, right! So 8 PM, here?" Just when he said that he realized that's kinda late for a casual meeting.

"Sure," replied a bit puzzled Romilda with a wide smile, and passed Harry with her friends who burst into laughter.

'Merlin I act like 3rd grader sometimes,' Harry thought as he realized his behavior.

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As Harry was heading for the meeting, he was repeating inside his head the lines he has prepared for the conversation. Still feeling guilty for the earlier verbal disorder, he reassured himself that this time he would control the conversation. With every possible answer and turn of the conversation simulated, he simply couldn't be surprised. The corridors were almost empty, with a small exception of a couple making out in one of the corners of the corridor, he haven't seen anybody else. 'Good,' Harry thought, the last thing he needed were witnesses to this little interrogation. When he took a turn into the set place, he noticed that one of the torches lighting up the corridor was flicking, Harry took out his wand and swung it, fixing the malfunction. Just as he took his eyes off the issue, he noticed Romilda waiting for him, he quickened his steps.

"You're late!" She said with pretended accusation.

"Guilty as charged," Harry replied smiling.

Romilda was wearing a school skirt, fishnet stockings, and a loose sweater. It was not so much different from her everyday outfit, yet Harry suddenly looked at her from a completely new angle. 'Was she wearing eyeliner?' Merlin, he loved girls wearing eyeliners. Since the Triwizard Tournament, he has been thinking about her as an intrusive persona, mostly because he had eyes only for Ginny. Bloody hell, and that scent, Harry couldn't identify it, but she somehow smelled like everything he liked, and so instead of a suspect he was looking at a gorgeous girl.

"Sooo... I guess I'm supposed to start?" Harry asked like an idiot, putting his whole confidence and speech plan into the dirt.

"Rather not me," she snorted amused, staring into him.

"Umm... not sure how to do it, honestly," said Harry hesitantly. "You've heard about the ongoing project, right?" Harry asked, managing somehow to ask an even dumber question than the previous one.

Romilda looked at him blinking her eyes quickly and irresistibly snickered.

Harry said nothing, but looked abashed, sinking his sight into the floor.

Seeing that, Romilda immediately stopped, feeling bad for her actions, she took a more serious face, waiting for Harry to speak.

"Okay, I'm just gonna ask you something," said Harry after a moment, looking like has made up his mind. "Just promise me you won't tell anyone, regardless of the answer."

Romilda nodded slowly, visibly tensed, as if waiting for the question to be asked.

Harry looked at her for a few more moments, getting all the courage he's got, inhaled deeply and released the air, creating sound.

"Do you-"

"YES!" Romilda shouted as she had got asked for her hand before Harry could even finish the question. He gave her a confusing look, and when he tried to open his mouth again to finish the question, Romilda was already mid-air, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck and pulling her lips to his. The kiss was soft, with a tiny layer of strawberry lipgloss, but the taste was not the only stimulus he liked. As her weight forced him to get his head down, he smelled the pleasant scent even stronger. As both his body and mind were getting bombarded with enjoyable factors, Harry decided to just grab the chance and screw the consequences. He always resisted himself, trying to do the right thing, to not hurt anyone. And for what?

As these thoughts run through his head, he took the initiative and kissed her back, slipping one of his hands into her hair, and grabbing her waist with the other. Surprised, but clearly happy about the response, Romilda squealed into his mouth and opened her eyes, meeting his sight. Harry, being carried by the moment, forced her to move, pinching her against the wall with his body. As she slammed her back, her passionate mood only intensified. She grabbed Harry's face with both of her hands and connected their tongues in a devouring kiss. With that kind of incentive, Harry has completely lost his reason, his hands started to run all over her body.

"Fuck you're hot," moaned sweetly breaking the kiss, just to rebound it before Harry had a chance to compliment her back.

In return, Harry grabbed her bum, squeezing it through the skirt, and lifted her up against the wall, positioning her crotch at the level of his bulge. Harry smiled at that, and after stabilizing position, he removed one of his hands, and sent it to her chest, grabbing and squeezing her bosom aggressively. The softness felt pretty nice, but the state Harry was in, disallowed any half-measures, he wanted it all. Annoyed with layers of sweater and bra standing in his way of fully abusing the beauty, Harry broke the kiss and gave his partner a long, depraved lick on her neck. Romilda melted under this action, sending a loud moan across the corridor, and covering her mouth with her hand quickly, realizing they were still out open. Harry took the chance and pulled down the shoulder part of her sweater and bra, causing her tit to pop out. Not a second was wasted, as Harry started sucking and licking her protruding nipple. Romilda laughed into her hand and wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing, and moving her urging pussy against him. Her laughter shifted into a squeal when Harry bit her, sending surprising, yet pleasant pain.

"What a naughty boy you are, Mr. Potter," Romilda purred.

"The pot calling the kettle black," Harry mumbled back, with his mouth still around her sensitive nipple.

At this moment a loud chortle was heard, followed by raised voices of conversation, both of them turned their faces instinctively to the source of the noise. A large, moving shadow got cast with the corridor torch's light by apparently two people walking towards them from the cross corridor. Harry looked back at Romilda, her face all flushing, heavy breathing, with that lustful look. He looked probably the same. Harry knew if they are seen together in that state, Ginny would hear about it by the breakfast. As the thoughts were racing through his head the shadows grew bigger and bigger with every moment. He looked around, looking for some recess in the walls to hide, unfortunately, all he found within his sight was a bunch of school benches and classroom doors placed along the corridor. As most of the rooms were locked with spells by teachers after the classes, he knew he didn't have the time to break them before they get noticed. Just as he lost hope, he noticed that one of the doors is seemingly smaller, and in a different shape. 'Can't be,' Harry thought as he realized it was one of the legendary broomstick cupboards. He remembered giving the interview to Rita Skeeter in the 4th year in one of these, they have to be open, how could they not be? Only Filch and some horny kids have been using them.

"Quickly," Harry said, putting Romilda down and grabbing her hand.

"Where are we going?" Romilda asked surprised, as she probably also didn't see any option for them to go. Not that she actually cared, what girl would not like to be seen with Harry?

Instead of answering Harry pulled out his wand and swung it with his wrist. The old wooden door opened, squicking slightly. 'Thank Merlin,' Harry thought as he pushed Romilda into the dark room, looking out for the shadows that disappeared, meaning the people have already passed the last torch. Satisfied, he went in and closed the door, just to bump into Romilda's face. Shocked, he investigated the room with his hands, realizing this one is way smaller than the one he got interviewed in. With all of the equipment inside, there was barely enough room for them to stand straight, forcing them to squeeze into each other a bit.

"Sorry," said Harry, and noticed that there are thin gaps between the door and walls, allowing him to peek outside. He leaned forward, pushing Romilda against the wall once more, and took a look. In the beginning, he has not been hearing anything, surprised, he started to think that the people stopped and went back. But then, he heard footsteps, they were just walking in silence.

"Sileeence," a high, mocking voice of a girl could be heard.

"I just wonder what to say, frankly. You never make it easy, laughing whenever I try to say something serious," boy's voice responded.

"You know it's my defensive reaction, I don't mean it..."

They were walking really slowly. When Harry hugged the wall with his chick, he spotted a tall Ravenclaw boy and a short Hufflepuff girl.

"Look, it's some teenage couple, isn't sweet?" Romilda whispered straight into Harry's ear, slightly poking it with her lips.

"Shhh... just let them pass, it's really uncomfy here, you know?" Harry said, turning his head to Romilda, being just inches from her face.

Meanwhile, the couple kept walking, until the boy grabbed her girl's hand and stopped right in front of the door.

"What do you want to hear, huh? If you don't want to be with me anymore, then why did you agree to meet me today?! Why do keep giving me the impression that I'm still everything you want?" The boy asked, almost shouting in the end, clearly letting out something that was bottling up inside of him.

The girl just looked down, with a sad, full of pain look.

"You're important to me, I do care about you, and I will not stop in a month nor a year! Stop being afraid and just trust me!" The guy shouted out, with a tearing voice and teary eyes.

In response, the girl just grabbed the top of his shirt and dragged his face down into a loving kiss, with her other hand holding the boy's face.

As Harry was watching the love scene, he felt some movement along his, still taunted, member. As he looked down, he didn't see much at first, as his eyes were just getting adjusted back to the darkness of the cupboard. "They turn me on so badly," Harry heard whispered straight into his ear, ending with continuous kisses and licks of it. When he was finally able to see, he didn't need his eyesight to see what was happening. Romilda's hand stopped stroking Harry's length and undid his fly, sending her hand straight for his raw meat. As she got in contact with his bare skin, she started caressing it teasingly, evaluating its size.

"Mmm..." She purred lustfully, sending the vibrations to his ear. "Very impressive, Mr. Potter," saying that she grabbed his shaft firmly, and popped it out of through his zipper, accidentally touching a broomstick with her elbow, causing it to fall onto the wall.

"Watch it, Romi!" Harry hissed a bit worried about the couple outside. He looked through the gap, just to see the girl straddling the boy on a bench, and kissing him passionately. They did not seem to care about the rest of the world, not to mention the quiet sound coming from the cupboard.

Romilda spat on her hand and started stroking Harry's member rhythmically.

"Want me to stop?" She asked innocently.

"Hell no," Harry responded, getting aroused as well by the two outside, and pinned her head to the wall with a series of dominant kisses.

As her strokes became less cadenced due to Harry's stimulating kisses, his hands went down grabbing both of her ass chicks, just to discover the misconception of the fishnet stockings that turned out to be tights. However, the threads covering her bum only tightened it up, imparting perfect squishiness. Harry started to abuse it, squeezing, pinching, and sticking his fingers deep into the skin. It felt as if he saw a little puppy, he just couldn't get enough of playing with it, until something unexpected happened. As his fingers run down once again, he sent his middle finger too deep between Romilda's chicks, sinking the finger inside something hot with way more soft skin. As confused Harry started to examine what happened by moving the finger around, a mix of high-pitched squeaks and moans got sent out of Romilda's mouth, luckily being covered by Harry's lips at the time.

Disoriented Harry started to realize what happened, backing his finger back from the hole.

"Wait, you're not wearing any underwear?!" Harry whispered, breaking the kiss.

"Took you long enough to notice," Romilda giggled almost silently.

"You like me that much?" Asked Harry with slight smudginess.

"More. Can I count on any reward?" She answered sweetly, biting her bottom lip.

"Reward? Naughty girls like you deserve to be punished," said smiling Harry, pressing her against the wall with his body, and covering her mouth with his hand, while the other got sent flying between her legs. Harry suspected she would be quite turned on by now, but what he felt under his fingers was beyond his wildest imagination. When he run the top of his two fingers along her folds, Romilda was literally dripping wet. He started to roll circle-like moves, purposely nudging her enlarged clit. Each time he has done that, a short cry-like gasp was getting released into the taming hand. Seeing that she was starting to move her hips against his fingers, Harry understood that the foreplay pleasure got filled to the fullest. He added a third finger to the previous couple, and pushed them inside her entrance, causing her to make muffled noises. Feeling the burning hot of the inside of her pussy he corrected his stance and started fingering his lover without mercy, creating tons of sloppy noises from her dripping cunt. As his hand was going back and forth, Romilda kept uncontrollably convulsing under the overwhelming pleasure coming from her partner.

Her moans intensified to the peak and she painfully bit Harry's hand. Feeling the unusual amount of juices dripping from her pussy, Harry realized what was happening, he backed his fingers out of her and started rubbing her clit, lining the movement with her folds. Just then Romilda reached the best orgasm of her life, squirting all along the cupboard, making splash sounds. Harry didn't pay attention to the burning biceps muscles until he didn't squeeze the last drop from her. As Romilda's spasms calmed down, Harry removed the taming hand and examined the bite marks.

"Merlin, what have you done to me?" She whispered in amazement, breathing heavily, and looking down at her shaking legs.

"Nothing you didn't want me to," he answered, smearing her juices on his rock-hard erection.

"Harry, I'm sorry but I don't think I can stand, is it okay if I blow you?" Romilda asked, amused by her own words.

"You want to kneel in here?" Harry replied, looking at the wet, stone floor. "Nah, I got a better idea. I will just lift you up."

"What?" She asked surprised.

Harry put the still-wet three fingers in her mouth, allowing her to taste herself, and spoke.

"I'm going to lift you up, pin to the bloody wall, place your legs on my shoulders and pound you like there is no tomorrow. Got it?"

Naturally, he didn't wait for the answer. Instead, he's done exactly what he said, grabbing her by the ass and placing her against the wall was quite a challenge in such a small space, but Harry managed. And so Romilda's feet were dangling next to Harry's head, as he was rubbing his dick against her nicely wet entrance. To be absolutely accurate, it was not just her pussy, her whole body was coated in sweat. Meanwhile, Harry was doing what he wanted at the moment, entirely not caring about his partner, convinced she already got satisfied. However, when he was playing with the tip of his dick, teasing her entrance and enjoying the state he got her to, Romilda, to her own surprise, started to build up the sexual hunger once again.

"Please Harry, put it inside," she moaned in a quiet, almost servile way.

That snapped Harry out of his little play, and with a smile on his face, he started to press the dick inside of her cunt. It's been a while since he actually fucked a girl, lately, he's been getting absolutely gorgeous heads, but nothing could beat a good pounding. Despite her drenched insides, he still felt her cunt tighten around his cock. He kept pushing it in, with each inch feeling more and more affected by the pleasure of her sweltering pussy. When most of his dick was inside, he heard a slight hiss of pain from Romilda, he then backed all the way back, nuzzled her hair, and started pounding her slowly. Her ass bounced back from each of his strokes, as his dick stretched her walls more and more. Soon Romilda felt the melting feeling once again. With her hands tighten around his neck, she started kissing and sucking his neck to tame her moans.

"Merlin Harry, you're big, you're so fucking big," she kept releasing quiet sighs each time he filled her more.

In response, Harry only groaned like an animal, increasing the tempo up to the point where he found himself hammering her mercilessly. With each thrust, he was focusing only to reach his own climax. His incredible pace made Romilda feel like a mindless fuck doll, with her feet dangling passively.

"Fuck!" Harry hissed into her ear. "Romi, I'm going to cum."

"It's okay, cum inside me, fill me up with your cum," she responded eagerly being also close to orgasm.

A few seconds later, Harry threw a powerful throw, touching the back wall of her pussy, and releasing all deposit of the semen gathered throughout the evening. With the cock buried deep inside her, the feeling of being pumped up with Harry's load, after each of his spasms was enough for Romilda to reach her climax as well, depriving her of her remaining strength.

After a few moments of panting in the same position, Harry slowly pulled out his member and placed Romilda back on her feet.

"You should have warned me you can fuck like that, I need some air," Romilda giggled, meeting Harry's smile. "Wait, are they gone?" She asked, peeking between the gap of the door.

"Yes, they disappeared around 10 minutes ago," Harry said.

"You don't think it's because of us?"

"I hope not," Harry laughed.

Then, he hid his softening member, zipped his trousers, and opened the door slowly peeking outside. As nobody was seen, he opened it completely, inhaling deeply the incredibly fresh air, that filled his lungs. With Romilda out as well, he took out his wand and swung it at the floor mop, which jumped out of the bucket and started cleaning the mess. Just then he smiled at a cupboard that will always associate with pleasant feelings from now on. When he looked back at his lover, with her flushed face, sweaty hair, and crumpled clothes, he spotted a thin white stream of cum, running down her inner thighs.

"Umm... Romi, your..." He said embarrassed, pointing with his finger at her leg.

"Oh, it's fine, girls from Beauxbatons taught me a quite useful spell during the Triwizard tournament," she said, taking out her wand, and running it down from the bottom of her stomach. A small, white ball formed and levitated out from her under her skirt, gathering the white string as well. She swung her wand in the direction of the cupboard, and the ball got sent flying, splashing in the bucket with the rest of the filth from the floor, one more swing, and the door got closed.

"Useful spell," Harry complimented. "Listen, I don't want to be misunderstood but can we-"

"Keep it a secret? Of course," Romilda finished his sentence. "Just now I realized you didn't want to ask me about picking me in the project," she laughed, smiling nicely.

"Thanks. No, I didn't. But that's certainly an option now," Harry laughed as well. "I wanted to ask you about Ginny, from whom did you hear the rumor about her?"

"Katie and Lavender, why?" Romilda asked, curious.

"Just asking."

"Right..." She responded drilling him with her eyes. "I better get going then, Snape might start his patrol soon," said Romilda and went for a goodbye hug. As they put their arms around each other, he whispered sweetly one last sentence to his ear, "but next time you put something in my ass, I want it to be more than just a finger," she smiled and left for the turn.