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Two Scenes of a Shower	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Ron Views: 25947 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Two Scenes of a Shower
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Ron raced into the bedroom, waking Harry. The sun was just climbing over the mountains outside.

“Harry, check out what I got!”

Harry stretched, put on his glasses, and looked over. He saw Ron was holding a large, square, looking glass.

“It’s a mirror. So what?”

Ron shook his head and grinned wickedly. “This isn’t just any mirror! It’s a scrying glass! You know, sort of what like Sirius gave you!”

Harry raised an eyebrow and remembered how his godfather, Sirius, gave him a mirror to communicate through. Sirius kept another mirror for himself, which eventually fell into Aberforth’s possession. Harry considered the large glass Ron was carrying.

“You’re not about to tell me there’s another one, are you?”

Ron placed the mirror against Harry’s bed. “And you’ll never guess where I was able to hide it!”

Harry laughed and wondered what perverted trouble Ron was getting himself into now.

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Ron led Harry into the boys’ shower room in Gryffindor tower, carrying the bulky mirror. Harry was thankful no one was present to witness their sinful escapade. Walking behind Ron, Harry admired his firm buttocks and shoulders. He imagined Ron’s enormous cock becoming hard. Harry glanced at his own thick, naked penis and hoped soon it would be primed for pleasure.

“Where are we putting it?” Harry asked excitedly.

Ron looked at the red- tiled wall opposite the shower heads. “I’ll lean it against here. We’ll have a good view.”

After putting the enchanted glass against the shower room wall,   Ron backed up next to Harry.

“Let’s hope we get to see something worthwhile!”

Harry turned the knob of the shower behind him. Warm water cascaded down onto his head, dripping down his chest and stomach and finally onto his dick. He looked at Ron and almost burst out laughing at the hungry, naughty look on his face.

Suddenly the glass opposite them emitted a magical, blue glow. Harry was no longer looking at his own reflection. He instead observed another shower room, this one with yellow tiles.

“How did you get the other one into the girls’ lavatory?’’ Harry asked Ron.

Ron turned the knob behind him and let the water splash onto his head.

“I borrowed your cloak. I hope you don’t mind. I cast a Disillusionment spell over the mirror, so no one would see it! When I put my mind to it, Harry, I can be as clever as Dum. .”

Ron ceased talking. Harry knew why. They both saw a girl walk into the yellow room. She was completely naked.

Ron quivered and pointed.

“Is that. .?”

Harry swallowed. His cock was quickly springing to life.

“Romilda Vane.”

Romilda’s luxurious dark hair tumbled down her shoulders. Harry knew Romilda was good-looking, but he never imagined how developed her muscles were. Her arms were slim, but her stomach and ass were chiseled to perfection. As she strutted under the shower head, picking up a bar of soap, Harry saw her pussy was shaved clean. Harry caressed his prick as he took in with his eyes Romilda’s heavy, round breasts. Her nipples were large and a beautiful shade of brown.

“Holy shit.” Ron gasped. Harry watched him grab his cock and begin stroking it gently. Harry leaned back against the wall and beat off leisurely with his legs slightly spread.

Romilda craned her neck back and let the water from the shower spray onto her tits. She began rubbing her stomach with the soap, working up a lather. Harry eased up on his cock, trying to prolong the moment as best he could. He saw Ron was jerking off with abandon.

“Her tits are huge. .fuck. .” Ron stated under the rush of water.

Romilda rubbed her legs with the soap, and then moved directly to her breasts. Harry was mesmerized at how much time and care she spent rubbing and cleaning her tits. Harry’s jaw slackened as he witnessed Romilda tweak her nipples with her soapy fingers. Harry let go of his dick and massaged his balls. Anything he could do to prolong the experience, he was willing to do.

After Romilda rinsed off the soap from her body, she glanced timidly at the passage, as if to make sure no one was about to walk in on her. Harry guessed she must have concluded she was alone, because he saw her relax and lean back against the tiles, very much like he was doing.

“Fuck. .” Harry whispered and he again took his throbbing cock in his hand. Ron leaned over his swollen dick and softly spat onto it. Harry watched the saliva slink off his rod as the water rained down onto it.

Romilda began fondling herself, squeezing and kneading her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Harry’s eyes bulged as she brought one of her tits up to her mouth and sucked on the nipple. She was kissing her breast, knowing how gorgeous it was, giving it the attention it desired.

“Harry, I can’t hold out much longer.” Ron panted.

Romilda continued administering to her breast with her tongue. After a second, she slid her other hand down over her toned stomach. Harry gazed in ecstasy as her palm crept towards her pronounced clit.

“She is so hot, she is so fucking hot.” Harry repeated to himself breathlessly. He took the open bottle of shampoo from the ledge, turned it upside down over his cock, and squeezed. The creamy gel slid onto his shaft like a cool syrup; soon his dick was covered in shampoo. He recommenced masturbating, challenging himself to re-establish the friction he had once maintained.

Romilda rubbed her clit slowly but firmly as Ron moaned and moaned. Harry saw her look down at her hairless pussy in lustful admiration. She quickened her rubbing motion, forming small, tight circles. She looked up and breathed hard.

“Yes.” Harry heard her whisper through the glass.

Romilda gave her pussy a light spank with her fingers. Ron cried out. Harry looked over; Ron was coming in powerful bursts over the floor. Even when he stopped ejaculating, he didn’t cease jerking off his cock. Harry swallowed and looked back through the mirror.

Romilda lifted her fingers to her mouth, gave them an audible lick, and again worked on her clit. She released her breast and began fingering herself. Harry was beating his meat so violently he didn’t feel a drop of shampoo anymore on his blistered rod. He held his orgasm in check, though, allowing the scene before him to play itself out to its climatic conclusion.

Ron went to his knees and shuffled in front of Harry.

“Harry, let me take over.”

Harry let go of his penis just as Ron took it in his mouth. Harry watched as Ron slid his mouth up and down. He loved how Ron maneuvered his tongue, pressing down on his shaft with it, but careful not to tease too much his sensitive head.

“Oh, Ron. Oh, Ron.” Harry groaned. He again took in the sight of Romilda through the looking glass.

Her legs were apart, somewhat bent at the knees. Harry loved how her tits glistened under the water and how the muscles on her stomach became accented in the overhead light.

“Tell me what she’s doing.” Ron instructed after briefly releasing Harry’s cock. Harry saw Romilda pull her hand out of her snatch and forcefully slap her ass.

“She’s spanking herself. She’s frigging herself in the shower and spanking herself, holy fuck!” Harry exclaimed lustily.

Romilda moaned recklessly and spun her hand swiftly against her clit. Harry knew she was on the verge, and he greatly desired to be right there with her.

“Ron, I’m close. Just finish me with your hand.”

Ron pulled his mouth away and began pumping Harry’s shaft with his fist. Harry let the rush swirl inside him.

Romilda kept up her merciless rhythm. She swallowed hard and trembled.   She raised her head and let the water from the shower sprinkle into her mouth. She fucked her pussy violently with her sopping fingers and convulsed.

“Oh, God, I’m coming! I’m coming now!”

Harry grabbed Ron’s hair, thrust his hips into his face, and shot his load between his lips. He screamed and fucked up into Ron’s mouth for another few seconds before pulling out.

Exhausted, Harry slid down the wall onto the wet, grainy floor. He tried and failed to catch his breath. Ron sat down next to him, and together they gazed through the mirror at Romilda, who had turned the water off and was now walking out of view. Harry reached up and twisted back the knob; the water stopped pouring onto his head.

“Well, mate, that was definitely a good idea you had.” Harry complimented.

Ron smiled, but then suddenly looked alarmed.

“Hey, if we could hear what she was doing through the mirror, how do we know she couldn’t hear us?” He asked worriedly.

Before Harry could answer, he saw Romilda walk back into the frame of the glass. She was looking through it and smiling.

“Good question, Ron.” She responded.
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