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Harry Potters Black Book	By : BlackBook Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 174081 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 2

Defeat

Harry sat on the bench in the changing rooms, sounds of the crowd outside gone, the rest of the team either back in the common room or in the hospital wing. He supposed he should go pay Katie a visit, but after the game they just had, he was sure she would forgive him for not showing up.

Ravenclaw won 320-210 even with Harry grabbing the snitch. Within the first three minutes of the game, Peaks one of their Beaters, (more likely former beaters now) had beaten a bludger away from Ginny right into the side of Katie Bells head. The loss of their most experienced chaser, threw them into a spiral that Harry hadn’t been able to pull them out of. Eventually grabbing the snitch to stop the humiliation.

Hardly a word was spoken in the changing rooms after; Peaks had disappeared from the pitch without bothering to return his broom or change, handing his gear off to the other beater before vanishing.

The team had departed, only Ginny commenting on Harry grabbing the snitch from under the Ravenclaw goal. Harry wasn’t sure how long it had been since then, his watch was in his school robes hanging up, he didn’t wear it during matches.

He knew it must be late in the afternoon, sunlight flooding in the small square windows high in the wall and through the L shaped entrance.

Harry wasn’t sure if it was the change in light as a figure blocked some of the light coming from the entrance hall, or if he heard something, but he rolled his head slowly to the side, very much not in the mood to talk to anyone.

He saw someone standing in the entrance, but with the light shining in behind them he couldn’t see anything beyond their silhouette. Wondering if Ron or Hermione had come to find him, or if Peaks had snuck back in thinking everyone had left Harry just stared at the figure.

“Hi Harry.” A female voice greeted. Harry couldn’t immediately place it, not Ginny or Hermione, nor Hannah who he had carefully watched since their encounter earlier that week.

“Hello.” Harry responded, squinting slightly into the bright light.

“I didn’t see you up in the common room.” She rushed out, almost tripping over every word “So I thought I’d come see you after the game. No one had seen you since so I thought you might be in here, and you are.” She quickly babbled out.

He was still not able to place the voice, but Harry had a pretty good idea of who it might be “Hmmm.” He voice noncommittally, not really wanting to be drawn into any form of conversation with them.

“So, uh, good catch.” She continued, either missing or ignoring his apparent bad mood.

He looked at the silhouette for a moment longer before letting his head rock back against the wall and staring at the locker he had been looking at for hours.

“I think it just amazing you managed to hold the team together after what happened, and then to catch the snitch on top of it, you’ll be seeker for England for sure!” She gushed stepping further into the changing rooms and out of the light.

Not looking directly at her as to deprive her of any form of positive feedback he did see out of the corner of his eye, that his guess had been right, Romilda Vane.

“You could see Cho was so angry, not even shaking hands with you, how bitchy!”

She stepped almost directly in front of him so he had no choice but to look at her. While wearing the standard winter Hogwarts robes, hers seemed a little more tailor made than most, or she had modified them. The hem a good few inches higher than school rules, and the front opening, where a white blouse was usually visible under the collar, was cut considerably wider. They also somehow seemed to be actually holding some form of shape, something the notoriously unflattering robes never did.

“It’s a shame the Weasley twins aren’t still here, I just know you would have smashed them then! Not that you couldn’t without them! Just that Peaks was so…” She trailed off seeing harry was hardly paying her attention.

“So anyway… I thought I’d just come and see if there was anything I could do for you.” She finished bouncing on her toes slightly, apparently somewhat nervous without her crowd of supporters following her around giggling.

“Do you have a time-tuner?” Harry finally responded wanting to get rid of her.

“A what?” She asked, obviously put off by such an odd question.

“A time traveling necklace.” Harry snarked at her, just wanting her to go.

She seemed to ponder his question for a moment before bursting into a bright smile “It doesn’t time travel, but I do have a lovely necklace.”

Surprised she even answered Harry looked up at her standing a few yards in front of him. She reached both hand up to the neck line and deftly undid several of the top buttons of her blouse, her robe already hanging open almost to her midriff.

“Like it?” She asked leaning forward slightly, she had undone her blouse several buttons lower than necessary and was holding the blouse open. She had on a simple silver chain with some form of bird charm on it. Not especially nice, and certainly not on a chain long enough to require her to undo so many buttons, Harry realised he she probably wasn’t showing him the necklace. Pulling her blouse open as she was, Harry could see more than a small amount of her cleavage and even the top of her peach coloured bra.

“Small.” He responded bluntly. Although his mind had been filled with little apart his late night adventure with Hannah ever since it happened, Harry knew it wasn’t going to happen again, and certainly not here and now. Romilda didn’t know him at all and just wanted to be seen as the Chosen Ones girlfriend.

His blunt assessment of her seemed to take all the confidence out of her. Not buttoning up she did pull the edges of her blouse together and clasp them under her chin with one hand.

“Small?” She echo quietly back at him, her voice trembling slightly.

“You thought it special?” Harry quipped; being in a vindictive mood after the day he had had, and thought maybe he could be done with her annoying infatuation with him for good with a little tough love.

“It’s also how you use it though isn’t it?” She replied, apparently she had more resolve than he gave her credit for. Then again, she did stalk him by herself down here. She let her hands drop and her top fell open a bit again, although not revealing as much as she had been.

In no mood to carry this on Harry stood up for the first time in hours.

“I’m having a shower.” He said walking past her to the shower block pulling his crimson Quiddich robes over his head as he walked “Feel free to join me.” He said mockingly.

He tossed his robes onto the top of the wicker hamper in the corner and strode into the shower block, cold grey stone walls with half a dozen shower heads spread around the room, gutters in the stone floor leading to a drain in the middle of the room. With only two small windows high on the wall and being mid-autumn, the perpetually damp and chilly room caused his breath in front of him to frost as soon as he stepped into the room.

Kicking off his shoes and socks and slipping out of his underwear he tossed them on one of the wooden benches and stepped under of the shower heads, the water activating immediately at the perfect temperature, almost scalding hot to start with, but after a moment to get used to it, perfect for washing away grime and relaxing knotted muscles. The room filled with billowing clouds of steam within moments, Harry was content to stand under the hot water, his hair for once plastered down across his forehead, the water streaking down his back and legs filling the drains. He didn’t bother reaching for some of the hard yellow soap that Hogwarts provided in all their bathrooms. He knew the girls quite often brought their own from home or Hogsmead, but Harry, like most of the boys just used the yellow bricks provided.

Enjoying the feeling of the heavy rain beating on him Harry was in no hurry to actually shower and head up to the castle, to the unwanted commiserations (and condemnation when it came to McClaggen) of his house mates. He had just turned around, allowing the water to beat into his front when he heard one of the other showers activate in the room.

Even with the thick clouds of steam in the air and without his glasses he could still make who had just stepped under the shower head not 3 meters across from him. She was facing the back of the room, presenting a profile to Harry; currently her head tilted back slicking back her now wet hair.

Where Hannah had been all soft lines, curves and plumpness, Romilda was lithe, with hardly an unnecessary curve on her. Her head dropped back to let her hair fall away from her face and her back arch slightly, Harry could see the profile of her breasts, like he had harshly criticised back in the changing room, they were small, but unlike Hannah’s, they were standing out straight from her chest, a small mound ending with a dark nipples. Her stomach was flat and smooth, dipping in where her ribcage ended, running down flat and smooth to her legs. Unlike Hannah, Romilda had a dark tan everywhere but her breasts and arse, the small white patches of skin contrasting with the rich tan which gave her a Mediterranean look usually.

Her arse was small and pert, barely a bump between her back and shapely legs. And although he couldn’t see from his view point, Harry was fairly sure Romilda had no patch of hair on her. Her legs were somehow her most enticing feature, long and lean and tan, tapering down to her feet which finished in bright blue coloured toe nails. Her contrast to Hannah couldn’t have been greater had she known it, yet despite thinking of little else but Hannah and their broom cupboard tryst, his reaction to Romilda was almost instant.

Romilda raised her head back up from where she had been letting the water beat down onto her face. She had dark smudges around her eyes that Harry at first took for bruises before realising it was her makeup running. Reaching up she grabbed her long dark hair in both hand and pulling it over her shoulder, twisted it around a few times squeezing some of the water out of it and letting it sit across her chest, one of her nipple poking through the dark curtain of hair.

Opening her eyes she looked right at Harry, the water now running down his back as he had unconsciously taken half a step forward. His hair plastered over his forehead hiding his famous scar, his cock almost standing at full attention despite him having only been aware of Romilda for less than half a minute. She quickly gave him the once over, trying to look casual, but her eyes jumping to his erect cock half a dozen times in a few seconds.

She turned to face the far wall, turning her back on him, Harry noticing her back had no tan line at all and her bum had just a very small triangle of white skin ‘must be one hell of a bikini she wears’ he thought catching a sight of her pussy between the legs.

Romilda had grabbed one of the hard yellow bars of soap, apparently coming unprepared with her own when she had sought to find Harry. Harry could see her working it across her front, the water just barely raining down on her arse and legs as she had stepped out of the water to reach the soap.

Turning back to face Harry, both breasts and her flat tanned stomach now with swirls of soap suds covering them, she looked right at Harry, although her gaze continued to flick down to his cock “You said I could join you.” She said trying to sound confident and seductive, although her hand holding the bar of soap dropping to cover her pussy when she noticed Harry looking at her lessened the effect.

Harry could hardly believe what was happening, he had thought his encounter with Hannah had been a random, fantastic fluke. While he didn’t think he was going to date her, he had planned to have several repeat performances across all of Hogwarts with her. Now after one of the worst Quiddich defeats he had ever had, less than a week after he had lost his virginity, he was again facing a completely nude, exceedingly sexy girl who was apparently willing to track him down across all of the castle and its grounds, and follow him into the showers after he had been such a dick to her.

If he had been thinking clearer, he would have worried that Romilda was obviously slightly obsessed with him. But there was a soapy, naked girl in front of him, and he wasn’t thinking with anything but his dick.

“Then what are you doing over there.” Harry said looking her dead in the eye, willing his eyes not to stray across her body.

Romilda’s expression changed from what she intended to be sultry (but had looked more than a little nervous) to a full face grin in a split second. She practically skipped the four steps over to his shower, but on the last step slipping a bit of the wet floor and falling into Harry.

He caught her around the waist, her hands flew up, one around her neck the other grasping his left arm, she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and quickly jumped up and back a step mortified at her clumsiness. She looked as if she was about to cry, switching from nervous, too happy too devastated so fast that even in his current state Harry though she was a bit unbalanced.

“Sorry.” she said covering her face with her hands. She went to turn away from him, suddenly embarrassed; goose bumps had sprung up all along her arms as she was standing out of the hot water of the shower.

Harry grasped her around her hips, his hands easily grabbing right around her thin waist and pulled her into his shower. The water now cascading down her front she dropped her hands from her face and looked up at him.

When she told her friends back in the common room she was going to find Harry since he didn’t show up after the game, they had giggled and imagined her consoling him after his loss, him resting his head on her shoulder, she would brush the hair away from his eyes and then they would kiss, the romantic fantasy of more than a few girls in the castle.

In her group they all talked about romantic encounters and picnics by the lake, while with her best friend Libby at night time in their dorm they often talked about much less PG13 rated encounters, Midnight encounter in the Astronomy tower with nothing between them but a blanket, skinny dipping in the great lake, making love in the floral greenhouses. The changing rooms after a Quiddich loss were not one of them, though it certainly could have been.

She smiled up at Harry, blinking a few drops of water out of her eyes as more sprayed onto her face as the water hitting Harry’s shoulders was spraying her in the face. She looked down at Harry’s hands on her waist still, his thumbs resting on her stomach as his long fingers wrapped around her, a few resting lightly on her bum. Not that she was looking at his hands so much as his erection that was pointing up at her, stopping merely an inch away from her stomach.

Seeing she was just staring down at him and seemed to be a bit frozen Harry gently pulled her towards him, his cock brushing against her stomach then sliding up her as she leaned forward, her face lifting up at the last moment. She was blushing slightly, although it was hard to tell with her complexion, but was now smiling, her face splitting grin she had had when Harry invited her over.

Leaning down to kiss her he pressed his lips into hers while at the same time sliding his hands from her waist down to her arse. Whereas Hannah had been softness and curves, Romilda’s arse was firm; wet as it was, when Harry squeezed it his fingers just slid right off snapping closed. With the soap Romilda had already lathered herself with along with the hot water, their bodies slid across each other, her petite body and small breasts, his lightly muscled torso with just a line of dark hair running from his naval down to his dark brush.

She squeaked a bit in surprise as she felt Harrys hands explore her arse, one finger running down the line of her arse all the way between her legs where he could just feel the folded flesh of her pussy, water running down it onto her legs.

She was surprised by Harry’s boldness, but taking confidence from it she reached down between them, her hand easily slipping between their wet bodies and grasped with cock as it pressed against her. Excited by Harry’s touch, by their shared nudity and by the fact that her most desired fantasy was happening she eagerly tugged on Harry cock, eager to please him. But after only two stroked she felt his hand on hers stopping her, opening her eyes she saw him look frustrated, her mood again rapidly swapping to mortified at the idea of her idol being upset with her.

He took her hand under his and slowly stroked it along his length the way he had wanted Hannah to do as she was cranking on it. Taking encouragement from him she continued the motion as she leaned back in to kiss him, but she couldn’t stop grinning which made the kiss somewhat awkward. She couldn’t help but focus on his hands on her, while she slowly stroked his cock, still unable to believe she was in the shower naked with “the” Harry Potter, she could feel his hands, one sliding across her arse, running over it and down her crack, feeling his finger pass over her arse then onto the underside of her vagina. Every time the end of his finger brushed against it she shivered slightly and stood up on tip toes, encouraging him to go further.

His other hand was working along her side, from her thigh, up her side and then working over one of her breasts, his thumb and finger working over one of her nipples. Despite his comment on them before being small he seemed to be enjoying them, he had probably just been angry about the game and that tart Cho.

Unable to reach around from the back, Harry swept his hand across her side and quickly ran his finger down into her pussy, he slid over the smooth skin above her sex and found the bare skin that ran flawlessly from her tone stomach down especially exciting. Remembering his time with Hannah he pressed firmly over the line of flesh he found there, feeling the flesh give way and his finger sliding down the hot wet flesh. Wasting no time he ran his middle finger down until he felt it dip inside her, he wasn’t sure if it was the water and soap of the shower, or her, but with little effort on his part he slid his finger almost up to the second knuckle. As he did he felt Romilda’s arm around his neck pull hard as she rose onto tip toes, obviously not expecting his rapid and deep entry.

Looking her in the eyes, his finger still inside her as the other grasped her side, its thumb playing over the side of her breast he asked “Ok?”

Romilda hesitated for a moment before nodding at him. Neither she nor her friends knew if there was, or had been anything between Harry or Hermione or Ginny, or even Cho for that matter, but even if there had been she hadn’t expected for him to be forward.

Harry while enjoying Romilda’s body and its contrast to Hannahs, he was ready to seal the deal. Sliding his finger out of her pussy he brought it up to his mouth and put it in all the way up to the knuckle tasting her musk. Romilda’s eyes widened at the unexpected act before grinning when Harry smiled at her.

He put his hand on her hip and led her over to one of the wooden benches lining the room. Spinning her round and sitting her down on the bench she smiled up at him as his cock hovered just a few inches from her face. But before she could think of what to do next he dropped to one knee in front of her, parting her legs with his hands he dropped his face between her legs and tasted her sex. Licking along the line of pink flesh, Harry remember what he’d done with his hands, and pressing in harder, managed to get his tongue between her lips and onto the soft pink flesh underneath.

Romilda was surprised by the sudden action, leaning back on the cold stone wall, her back freezing as Harry Potter licked her pussy after he had sucked her juices off his finger was about the last thing she had expected. Feeling his tongue explore her, she placed her hands on his head, running her finger into his usually messing hair. She would have given anything for a camera right now, her sitting with her legs spread wide as Harry Potter on his knees before her licked her pussy in a steamy shower room.

As quickly as he had dove down on her he stood up again, and leaning down he kissed her, one of his hands cupping the side of her face as he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into hers. Just as suddenly he stood up tall, his cock once again hovering inches from her face.

Taken by surprise by his sudden turns, first going down on her, then kissing her with her musk still on his lips (she wasn’t sure what to make of that) and now standing in front of her, his cock, standing hard from its base in his dark brush right in front of her.

She didn’t have to think twice though after looking up at his smile, grasping his shaft in her hand she kissed the end of his cock, then as she and Libby had spoken about many times, and read in the magazines her older sister had given her, she slid her lips down his shaft, her tongue slowly rolling from side to side. She was surprised to not notice any taste like the magazines said there usually was. While one of her hands grasped his shaft she brought the other one up to his waist, then sliding it across his front reached down and gently cupped his balls. Remembering everything the magazine had said, she lightly held his balls in her hand, finding the feeling of them odd, and slowly rolling them in her fingers. As she did this and slowly worked her hand on his shaft she slowly drew her lips and tongue over his cock, every so often stopping for air but disguising it by kissing the end.

After only a minute of this Harry put his hand on the side of her head and stood back slightly “Fucking hell Romilda.” he said taking a deep breath, his cock bouncing slightly as he did “That was fucking amazing” He breathed.

Romilda looked as if someone had just told her the Weird Sisters were playing a private concert just for her.

Taking another deep breath, he stood next to where Romilda sat on the bench and put one knee up on it. Romilda knowing what was happening scooted along the bench slightly and brought her legs up. Placing one on the side of Harry leg and while the other hung over the edge of the bench, her foot just brushing the cold stone floor.

Harry seeing Romilda position herself for him leaned over her, placing one hand by her right shoulder he leaned over her, one of his legs kneeling on the bench between her legs, the other on the stone floor. Looking down he slid himself a little further down until his cock was just above her parted legs, he reached down with his left hand, and positioning himself low on her and leaned his hips forward.

Taking it slowly this time he felt the end of his cock pass her lips, they parted for him as his knob slid slowly into her. Pausing there for a moment he looked up at Romilda, who had raised her head and was looking down at where their bodies were now joined. Seeing him stop she looked up at him only to see him looking her in the eye grinning, she bit her bottom lip lightly, seemingly embarrassed having been caught looking.

Harry, still looking her in the eye, pressed forward with his hips and slid further inside of her. Romilda took in a short ragged breath as he slid deeper into her, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Harry let her have a moment, enjoying the feeling of her hotness around him, marvelling that within a week he had had his cock in two pussies. Not pressing any deeper he ground his hips around, feeling different textures and pressure of her pussy as he shift from side to side.

Seeing her open her eyes and look at him again, he raised an eyebrow at her before looking down at where he was entering her again. He could tell she had raised her head to look as well, so with a final slow push of his hips pressed all the way inside her, his dark brush pressing up against the pale white flesh of her untanned pussy.

They both looked up from their joining at the same time, eyes meet and smiled. Harry, eyes still locked on Romilda’s, slid out almost to the tip before plunging back in again, the rapid movement causing her to gasp, but after hardly a second she slapped her hands down on Harrys arse.

Taking that as a go, Harry again slid out before again plunging balls deep. Now though, every time he slid in, he slid back out less, eventually barely moving at all, instead as he was deep inside her he ground down on her, shifting his hips from side to side, and positioning her legs, he managed to change his angle a bit and come in from lower, almost slipping out fully in the process.

Within a minute of starting his grinding, their hips joined hard together, he felt his end coming.

Somehow in all of this he hadn’t lost track of who it was he was fucking or that she had essentially stalked him down here. Not really willing to trust her with anything beyond a place to get his dick wet, right when he felt himself about to cum, he shifted himself down, slid out of her, his cock briefly slapping against the wood of the bench before bringing it up against her stomach. Still rocking into her he ground his cock hard into her, with her still wet from the shower, and his cock covered in their juices he cock slid easily along her stomach.

Romilda felt him pull out of her, the loss of the sensation of him inside her surprised her. She was going to ask if something was wrong when she felt his cock against her stomach, thinking he had just slid out she was about to slide up the bench to help him get back in when she felt something hot land on her front just under her breasts, then again and again as she felt Harrys cock push into her belly.

Looking up at him she saw his eyes were closed and he looked to be concentrating. Not able to see well from her position she moved a hand to her stomach and felt something there, moving her hand up to her face she saw a white liquid on it and realised what had happened. Not sure what she felt about that, she assumed Harry just didn’t want her to have to worry about finding any Athenas Bane, if they wanted to get any at all that was.

She brought her thumb up to her finger covered in his cum and rubbed them together feeling its texture.

“Taste it.” She heard Harry say. He was still leaning over her; she could feel his cock resting against her, its end still wet on her belly.

Remembering Harry tasting her, and thinking this must be what people did (despite not reading it in any of her magazines) she brought her finger to her lips and sticking out her tongue just a little bit tasted it. Pulling back slightly from the taste she could see Harry watching her, not wanting to disappoint him, she put her digit in her mouth and sucked, trying to get most of it to the back of her mouth and not on her tongue.

Harry looking down at his cock covered in a mix of fluids, and her belly smattered with the same Harry looked at Romilda who was still sucking the finger looking up at him.

“I think we need another shower.”

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