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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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Back again, one of the last chapter that I have had to re post, Yes the old Story was posted under EroticS but I can't access that account anymore to remove the story, but this copy has been cleaned up and edited and has a few new chapters as well. Drop a review and thanks for reading!

Chapter 4

Locked in

Harry wondered down one of the aisles in the Library under his invisibility cloak. It was a few minutes until nine which was curfew for all students fifth year and up. He had come here looking for a text on the Confudus curse, its similarities to the Imperious, and the various laws surrounding it. It was considered one of the most heavily regulated yet still legal bits of magic recognised by the ministry. It was also the basis of Harry’s first semester project for defence against the dark arts.

He had just finished thumbing through the titles in the section on befuddlement and baffling charms, the lesser cousin to the Confudus curse when he thought to check in the restricted section. While not technically illegal, some of the uses of the curse would certainly be, and thus texts on it could be in placed there. With his invisibility cloak he didn’t even bother with a permission slip. Madam Prince had officially closed the Library half an hour ago and retired for the night.

Stepping over the rope separating the restricted area he looked up at the aisle markers ‘Potions, Creatures, History, Rituals, Scrying, Divination, Dark Arts’ Right at the back, Harry thought its placement odd, most likely put at the back to discourage people looking, it also hid anyone who did from any scrutiny. He strolled up the Charms section; his finger trailing over the spines of the books, seeing if anything caught his eye, the family of magic that affected the mind was probably one of the single most broad, ranging from potions, to charms, to the dark arts, its pinnacle the Imperius curse.

After making his way down one aisle then up the next briefly checking the area on dreams and illusions, Harry skipped the area on potions before stepping into the last row on Dark Arts.

He had just stepped around the corner when he saw he wasn’t alone, half way down the aisle was Marrietta Edgecombe. She was leaning back on the stone wall, a rather thin book open in her hands, her curly brown hair was loose and had fallen forward as she leaned over the book, struggling to read it in the dim moonlight coming in the window.

Harry hadn’t seen Marrietta more than three or four times since school started. From what little he had heard from Hermione, she had become something of a social pariah in her house, Cho, while still somewhat friendly with her, hadn’t been as close to her after her betrayal of the DA. The rest of her classmates outright shunned her. The end of last year had been bad, being caught ratting on her fellow students was bad enough, but then having her face cursed to read “Sneak” had insured everyone knew it. Marrietta had been considered one of the prettiest girls in her year; it was just her friendship with Cho that stopped her from being most popular in her year. This year had apparently been much worse. Betraying her fellow students to Umbridge was bad, but most students would have moved on over the break if it wasn’t for Harry Potter being anointed the saviour of their world again. Betraying him was unforgivable.

So Marrietta had thrown herself into her NEWTs, and, to finding a way to speed up the removal of her facial disfigurement. Madam Pomfrey had done what she could but said such magic couldn’t be counter cursed away, only time would remove the full effects.

Harry, seeing she was absorbed in her book, carefully made his way down the aisle, making sure his invisibility cloak was covering his feet. Walking on the balls of his feet he made it to where Marrietta was leaning against the outer stone wall of the Library, a window just over her right shoulder letting in pale white moon light in. Facing her directly he could see her face now, faintly bathed in the dim light, the disfiguring spots across her face hardly noticeable beneath a layer of heavy make-up.

Seeing the book she was reading was on reversing dark magic Harry felt a pang of sympathy for her. While hurt by her betrayal, especially since he had been helping her and other against a threat few believed was out there, he hadn’t really given her much though beyond that night. He could clearly see though, the devastation being associated with him was still causing her.

He made his way past her, being careful not to cause any noise in the dead quite of the library, the sound of her turning a page almost echoing down the empty aisles.

He had just reached the other end of the aisle when he heard the sound of a book being snapped closed loudly. Turning around her saw Marrietta, the book she was reading held tight against her front, he couldn’t see her face from where he was but he heard her sniff.

Remembering how it was back in his second year, when everyone thought him the heir of Slytherin, and of ordering attacks on students, he felt overwhelming empathy with her.

Stepping back behind the corner briefly he slipped out of the cloak, folding it into its surprising small bundle he placed it inside his cloak and not really thinking much what he was going to say to her, stepped back around the corner.

Not wanting to startle her and cause her to scream, he deliberately scuffed his shoes as he rounded the corner causing her to look up suddenly.

She looked startled to see someone in the library at that hour, and scrunching up her eyes a bit as if she needed glasses, she let out a muffled gasp and her eyes flew wide open seeing who it was. Harry could see her eyes were red from crying, and the heavy layer of makeup plastered across her face was smudged where she had obviously wiped them dry. In the dim light, with the makeup, she was still a very attractive witch, she had had the lead in the New Year’s pantomime every year until it was cancelled last year, while being second to Cho in most people’s eyes, she was still the object of more than a few boys fantasies until recently.

“Hey Marrietta.” Harry said stopping a few paces short of her.

“Harry.” She replied, still slightly in shock at seeing him here.

“What are you doing out so late?” He asked pretending not to see the book she had or the section they were in.

“Oh just some last minute study, big Charms test tomorrow.” She lied.

“Yeah same here, although defence for me, I’d hate to think how hard it is in your NEWT year.”

“Yeah this year is a hundred times worse than last…” She suddenly stopped afraid to even bring up last year and Umbridge.

“Last year was a nightmare for everyone.” Harry said, he noticed Marrietta suddenly looked terrified, almost as if she was afraid he was going to lash out at her.

“Look Marrietta,” he said reaching a hand out to place on her shoulder, but she flinched back, bumping into the wall behind her “Look,” he said again “Forget about what happened last year, it wasn’t easy on anyone, and Umbridge was making all of our lives hell. I’m not happy about what went down, but we have to move on, there is so much more to be worried about now.”

She didn’t react for a long moment apart from taking a few breaths; he could hear her shuddering slightly on each inhale. Finally she took a final deep breath and seemed to pull herself up a bit and look him in the eyes “I am really sorry for what happened Harry.” She all but whispered “My Mum was pushing me to help Umbridge since she worked for Fudge. She said she might get in trouble if I didn’t. I held off for as long as I could, but she was writing me every day, she even got my little brother to write saying how upset Mummy is.” She was almost in tears by the end of it.

Despite his new found confidence with woman, a natural side effect of having fucked three of them within two weeks, he still wasn’t sure how to handle a crying girl.

He was reaching out his hand to put it on her shoulder again when they heard the sound of footsteps coming from deeper in the Library.

They both looked each other in the eyes briefly as if to confirm the other person heard it as well before looking down the aisle, expecting Filch to come around the corner any second.

Marrietta looked like she was about to run down the other end of the aisle, most likely making a racket as she did and getting caught. Harry usually didn’t let anyone know about his cloak, the more people who knew the more would know to look for it if he ever really needed to disappear.

But remembering what Marrietta had just told him and thinking that she might just deserve a break after the shitty time she had had, he reached into his cloak, and flipping it out in a practiced motion, caused it to billow out, it flickering silver and grey as it blew in the still air of the library.

“Marrietta, in here.” He whispered, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against him. Not a first year anymore, the cloak was not really designed for more than a single adult; he had to pull Marrietta tight against him while he lowered his head down next to hers, to make sure the cloak reached the floor.

Pulling her with him he pressed against the wall, his back against the cold stone, his left arm around her middle pinning her left arm against her while her other had reached other to grab him by reflex. “It’s an invisibility cloak, don’t make any noise.” he breathed into her ear, his lips actually brushing against her ear he was so close.

He could feel the tension in her as he held her tight against him, while the cloak would cover the two of them with out to much worry, he was more worried about her pulling away to try and run again, giving them both away.

He saw her nod here head very slightly under the cloak, her ear brushing against his lips as she moved. This close he could smell her shampoo, some type of flower, clean and fresh, along with the scent of her Hogwarts robes, sharing the familiar smell all their laundry did.

They could hear the footsteps draw closer; the shuffling gait couldn’t be anyone but Filch. Harry had avoided him with his cloak more than once, but if he had Mrs Norris with him, it was always dicey.

After several minutes of hearing footsteps transverse the library they finally saw him appear down the end of the aisle Harry had come from, an oil lamp in hand and unfortunately Mrs Norris trailing him.

Harry heard Marrietta intake of breath to match his own and felt her push back into him flattening him against the stone wall. His arm around her waist tightened pulling her tighter against him; he dropped his head down onto her shoulder muffling the sound of his breathing into the fabric of her robe.

They watched Filch shuffle down the aisle and past them, they both relaxed slightly as he passed them, Mrs Norris on his heels, just as they thought they were clear he stopped and placed his lantern on the ground.

Hardly daring to move Harry rolled his head slightly, keeping his mouth muffled in Marrietta’s robes, he could hear ragged breathing as loud as a Mandrake right in his ear coming from Marrietta. Filch had paused in front of one of the windows and was now peering out of it, his gnarled hands grasping the stone sill before him.

He could feel Marrietta trembling against him; he was surprised he couldn’t hear her teeth chattering. He gently rubbed his hand that was around her waist on her, trying to offer what little comfort he could, from her breath on his ear he guessed she had turned as well to watch Filch peer out over the grounds.

Harry had no idea how long Filch stood there, it felt at least half an hour but was most likely little more than five minutes. But between watching Filch and checking to see if Mrs Norris would hear Marrietta’s apocalyptically loud breathing Harry was feeling more and more anxious, sure that at any moment Mrs Noris would wonder over to them and paw at the hem of his robe.

But finally Filch, without warning, bent to pick up his lantern and shuffled off down the aisle and around the corner. They waited till they heard the footsteps fade into the distance before relaxing slightly but neither making a move to get out from under the invisibility cloak.

After several minutes of nothing Harry finally relaxed some, standing up fully and relaxing his grip around Marrietta. He leaned forward into her slightly making her take a tiny step forward, during the event, Harry had been too scared to even think about anything else, but once Filch was safely away his mind wondered to his hand on Marietta’s side, still rubbing small circles, and her bum pressed against him. He was feeling himself respond to her pressed against him and pushed her away before she noticed as well.

She turned toward him so she could look at him, twisting the cloak around her somewhat and pulling it open on the side, causing the cold air of the library to rush in where their combined body heat and built up.

“Thank you Harry, I don’t know what I would have done if he caught me. Or what my house would do if I got into any more trouble.” She said quietly, not quite looking him in the eye.

“No worries.” Harry replied, adjusting his robes “I got caught once back in my first year, you’d think I had been planning to burn the school down by their reaction.”

Marrietta smiled a little, it made her look much prettier, although the blemishes on her face were being put into relief by the light coming in the window, making them that much more noticeable.

She must have seen Harry looking at the marks, because she suddenly ducked her head and played with her hair, pulling it down across her face slightly.

Seeing her self-consciousness at his staring Harry felt a little guilty, but considering he could make out the word “Sneak” under the layer of make-up, he was reminded what caused the cursing.

“I think Filch is gone, let’s get out of here.” Harry said. He placed his arm loosely around her waist, she placed hers around his shoulders and they made their way down the aisle and towards the front of the library. Harry was considering whether he should walk her back to her common room under his cloak or let her risk it on her own when they came to the library doors, closed tight.

Considering Harry could not once remember the doors being closed in six years he had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he reached a hand towards one of the door knobs and twisted.

The door didn’t budge “Bugger.” he whispered, and using his free hand he removed his wand and pointing at the door whispered the unlocking charm. There wasn’t even a sound, the door remained firmly locked.

He was about to try again when he felt Marrietta take her arm off his shoulders and dip into her robes for her wand, she performed a rather complicated wand movement and without whispering, cast a spell at the door. There was the sound of something rattling in the doorknob, but when Harry went to try it again, he found it tightly locked still.

“Shit.” He muttered “Must be some of the new security measures they have put in place.” He said turning to Marrietta.

“What now?” She said looking slightly panicked, Harry got the impression she had never really been in many tough situations before.

“Well we either try to break the door, or wait till morning when someone opens it and slip out under the cloak and hope no one notices we are missing.” He said knowing for sure Ron would notice, hopefully he would just think he had been with Dumbledore again, that’s what Harry had said after his time with Hannah.

“I can’t break the charm on the door, that’s the best spell I know.” She said starting to panic.

“It’ll be fine.” He said trying to calm her “We can just stay here and sneak out first thing in the morning, no one’s going to be checking in here now it’s sealed.”

Harry threw the cloak off the both of them and folded it up in his arms, the air in the library was chilly at night, and without the cloak it was more noticeable.

“So we just wait?” Marrietta asked folding her arms in front of her.

“Unless you have a better idea.” He replied and started to walk back into the library towards the study area with tables and chairs. He went to a table right at the back, thinking to have extra warning if anyone did come back into the library, they would hear the doors opening and have time to get under the cloak.

He sat at one of the tables against the back wall, an unlit candelabra hanging above it; a long thin window cast a ribbon of white moon light across the table next to him. After a moment Marrietta came to the study area, he thought she may have tried the door a few more times, she seemed to hesitate a moment before sitting at his table. She placed a book on the table and Harry realised she had been carrying the same book he had seen her reading this whole time, it was small and rather thin so he hadn’t noticed before.

Flicking open the book she hunched over it and started reading, Harry wondered if she could even see in this light but figured she was just trying to avoid conversation.

They sat in silence for a while, Harry not even bothering to find a book to read, he was looking at Marrietta, she was still pretty, especially in the low light, and from what he felt when they were hiding from Filch, she had a good body. With his recent string of luck with woman he was thinking that bagging Marrietta would be a nice addition. And if her face was putting him off, he could always turn her around like Gwen.

He was thinking back to the girls he had had in the last few weeks and was trying to think of a way in with Marrietta. Hannah and Romilda had both wanted him, and in hindsight, been easy marks, Gwen had been keen, after he had chatted her up a bit, but he wasn’t sure with Marrietta. She was Cho’s friend, but apart from that he didn’t know much about her.

He knew she had had a hard time since she was caught betraying the DA, he wondered if she thought she would get away with it if it wasn’t for the curse. The reminder every morning in the mirror was probably getting her as down as her classmate’s ostracising of her was.

“What are you reading?” He asked finally unable to think of anything else to say.

“Just some general reading for charms, we have an exam and I’m just trying to expand by base knowledge for now.” She said not looking up.

“Want to talk about it? Hermione always quizzes me on our work, says it will make it stick.” He offered.

Marrietta looked up at him; she really was rather pretty, full lips and dark eyes, although the large amount of make-up she wore probably helped there.

“How are you at charms?” She asked.

“Better than Transfiguration, not as good as defence.” He said getting up to sit next to her seeing as she wasn’t moving.

She looked at him for a moment longer before dropping her gaze back down to her book; she shifted it between them slightly so he could see as well.

“Counter curses and reversals.” Harry read out loud the chapter header “Really more defence than charms” He commented.

“The project is more on disenchanting and undoing, but I figured this was related and would be good for a continuation if I want to get an O.” She said quietly. Harry didn’t voice his suspicion that she was still trying to reverse the damage Hermione’s cursing had done to her. While technically related in some fundamental properties, charms and enchantments were almost exclusively used on inanimate objects, curses while possible to use on items, were much more potent and dangerous when use on living matter.

Harry leant into her slightly letting his arm press against hers lightly as he leaned closer. Marrietta, her hand still on the book pushed it towards him a little further but he didn’t move. After a moment she flipped the page to show a chart on inherent instabilities in different materials and the effect they had on enchantments. Harry thinking to try his luck moved his right hand that was closest to her and placed it on her leg, ostensibly to lean in to get a better look at the graph, although he could see just fine even in the dim light. He felt her tense up under her robes and although she didn’t turn to look at him, he could tell she was watching him out of the corner of her eye.

“You see here.” Harry gestured with his other hand. “Charms and enchantments are much more stable when used on inorganic matter, if you are interested in going for top grades you would do better to focus of the various instabilities of inherent matter.”

Marrietta didn’t untense, but nor did she pull away, probably wondering what Harry was doing.

“True, but if I can show the underlying similarities between the degradation of charms and curses regardless of the receptacle, it should easily push me to O level.” She brushed her hair behind her ear facing him, letting him see her clearer.

“Fair enough.” Harry said. “So what curses are you going to use in your paper?” He rubbed a slow circle into her leg with his thumb, and gently shifted his index finger along one of the seams in her robes. Again she didn’t respond, but he took encouragement from her not pulling away.

“Well I was going to use the skin lesion curse.” She said very quietly, “it’s the one I know the best.”

Harry thinking to make a move brought his free hand up, and tucking a lock of hair that had come loose behind her ear he faced her “How long until the effects wear off fully?”

“Madam Pomfrey thinks another nine months with the current regime, but she says it may never fully fade.” She said in barely a whisper, she didn’t sound angry like Harry might have expected, she sounded… defeated.

At a loss for anything to say and sure he would say the wrong thing anyway, Harry leaned in towards her, the hand that had brushed away a lock of her hair gently held to the side of her head as he kissed her.

She didn’t react at all to start with, probably out of shock, which made the kiss somewhat awkward as she was facing slightly away and down from Harry, he was essentially kissing the corner of her mouth with his nose actually pressed against the line of blemished skin.

After a moment he felt a warm hand touch his own where it was still resting on her leg. She turned into him slightly, still not fully facing him but enough for him to fully claim her lips.

Harry continued the kiss for several minutes; eventually pressing his tongue lightly against her lips and having them part after a moment. Unlike all the girls he had been with so far, who had been very forward and passionate, Marrietta was soft, shy, and very tentative.

As he deepened the kiss he allowed his hand that was on her leg to explore up her leg, even through the heavy Hogwarts robes he still got a thrill out of the feel of a girl’s body under his hands.

As he moved along her leg to her hip he could feel the line of her panties and the robes, and remembering his first time with Hannah, managed to hook a finger under the elastic of them and pull at them slightly, although her sitting down limited him to pulling them out before having them snap back. It was enough though to cause her+ eyes to fly open and stare at him in surprise, Harry couldn’t help the small grin that played across his face as his fingers traced along the panties again.

He leaned back into the kiss and immediately let his tongue press into her lips waiting to see if she’d go on, after a brief moment she opened her mouth slightly, and this time let her hand drift onto his lap.

Moving up from her waist he slid his hand up her side and along her back, feeling the heavy Hogwarts robes under his finger and the warmth of Marietta underneath. He felt the strap of her bra under her robes, he was quite enjoying the snog, it had a tenderness and sweetness to it that none of his previous partners had possessed. It was as if Marrietta was just grateful to have a connection to someone after almost half a year of being ostracised.

Feeling more than a little naughty and turned on being locked in the school library after hours with a girl; Harry figured he would try his luck in just being forward, He felt the strap of her bra under her robes, and managed to hook his fingers under it through her robes, hoping it was the same sort Hannah and Gwen had worn, he pulled down and out slightly, and even through her robes could feel the bra strap come apart.

Marrietta broke apart from their kiss as she felt the strap of her bra come apart. She looked at Harry in surprise, and then suddenly laughed, a deep rich laugh. It was the loudest sound he had heard her make since he saw her lost in her book in the restricted section. Harry wondered when the last time she had really laughed was, she hadn’t had an easy year, added to the absurd situation they found themselves in, the tension she had carried with her all the night, and probably for months, seemed to disappear in the snap of a bra strap.

“What happened to the little forth year boy who took over a month to ask out Cho?” She asked still chuckling.

“He got impatient waiting, and got himself locked in a room with one of the most beautiful girls he knows.” He said looking into her eyes, making sure not to let them drift even for a moment, down to her blemishes.

She smiled widened at him, a soft chuckle coming from her throat as she looked at Harry fondly. Her confidence had been shattered since Hermione little curse had struck her, even with the mark fading and make-up, she couldn’t talk to her friends let alone boys without their eyes drifting down to the brand.

Harry leaned back into the kiss, and this time it was Marrietta who pressed her tongue into his mouth. He was just thinking what his next move should be, for now settling for rubbing circles into her leg, letting his fingers drift onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh, when he felt her hand slide up his leg where it had been resting. Harry wasn’t hard yet, having gotten rather more experienced in the last few weeks, it took a little more than kissing a girl to get him excited now. So as she brushed against him she could feel his member, and very tentatively, she ran a few fingers across it through his robes until her hand was resting on his other leg.

While a bit more experienced, having Marietta’s hand brush him was enough to get Harry going, and as she brought her hand back she felt him considerably more alert. Harry caught her hand in his as she passed over him again and gently but firmly, pressed her hand down onto his rapidly stiffening cock.

She grabbed him through his robes and awkwardly rubbed him, not able to move much through the robes and sitting. Harry winced slightly at the feeling of his bunched up robes being pulled along his cock and with his free hand reached down and undid the bottom few clasps of his robes and pulling one side away, freed himself, not wanting her to continue through his boxers, he pulled the elastic of them up and over his cock, letting the band of them rest just under his balls.

The Harry of a month ago would have been shocked at how forward he had become, from having had only a few bad kisses with Cho, to putting the moves on a girl he had only been chatting to for little under an hour.

Harry hadn’t broken the kiss while freeing himself, and Marrietta hadn’t been able to see what he was doing, only that he was shifting his robes, so as she moved her hand back to him and this time grasped his warm bare cock where before she had only felt him through his robes, she initially pulled back in shock, her eyes opening to look at Harry but finding his eyes still closed as they kissed. She was surprised by how forward he was, but considering the year she had had so far, and that it was her betrayal of Harry that got her into this mess in the first place, she thought she might as well go with it while she could.

She grasped Harry in her hand gently letting her finger run gently from his knob down into his brush of short hair and under him, briefly feeling his balls before taking hold of him, letting her hand stroke up and down his length.

Feeling her begin to stoke him, much better than Hannah had, Harry thought he should return the favour. Figuring their cloaks worked in pretty much similar ways, he found the front parting in her robes, and working his fingers along it, found the same sort of clasp his own robes had. Flicking the one at her waist and the one above open he let his hand slip inside her robe, the warmth of her body in stark contrast to the chilly late autumn air in the library.

Not wanting to bother with the buttons of her blouse, he slipped his hand under it and slid his hand down to her hip where he felt the hem of her panties. He ran his index finger along the hem of it several times, enjoying the soft warm touch of her skin before letting his finger slide under them.

As his finger slid down her smooth skin he stopped suddenly, feeling coarse hair under his fingers almost the same as his own. While Hannah had had a little hair above her sex it had been very short and small. As he let his fingers run lower he could feel the hair curl up between his fingers, and spreading them out a bit, could tell it spread across her whole pantie area.

A little surprise he never the less wasn’t going to let it stop him, he slid through the coarse hair until he felt his finger brush against her pussy, it seemed somehow small than the other girls. Hers was a tight line; Harry doubted he would even be able to see it through her thick hair if he was looking. He ran his fingers along it, surprised at how different it felt, the fleshy lips he had felt before replaced with a smooth mound and soft line. While just as hot, he couldn’t feel the wetness he used to, rubbing his fingers along her line he pressed in, and feeling his middle finger slide in he immediately felt the same hot wetness he remembered. Running his finger all the way down, parting her line right down to her entrance, he let his finger play around it for a moment, briefly pushing his finger into the first knuckle before letting it slide up again.

As he was playing with her pussy Marrietta was beating a slow steady rhythm on his cock, her handling of his member almost perfect. He felt her grip on him tighten as his hand worked its way into her panties and then again inside her, every time her grip tightened on his cock it throbbed with passion in her hand.

They were both still seated in their chairs which made their angle a little awkward, Harry couldn’t use his other hand for anything more than sliding along her back, so bringing his hand out of her panties, and ran his now moist fingers along her stomach, and sliding up under her light blouse, casually slid under her unclasped bra.

Her breasts were warm and firm, and just like he had come to expect, as he ran his thumb over them he felt her nipples hard, standing out against the softness beneath them.

He worked his whole hand under the cup of her bra and gently squeezed the soft flesh; he breasts the perfect size for his hand, the nipple pressing into his palm, almost tickling him.

Feeling his end coming and not wanting to finish just yet, he used his free hand to grab her hand on his cock and stop her stroking him.

Harry was torn between wanting to keep this going all night, seeing how many times he could cum with her or that if maybe after he came from her ministration of his member, she would suddenly close off again deciding that was as far as she’d go. Deciding that he would rather feel her around him first then try his luck latter, he broke their kiss and looked at her in the eye.

“I want you.” He said; bring his free hand up and brushing away another lock of her hair.

Marrietta had had boyfriends before, none since the incident sure, but a few before then. But she had never fooled around with just some random guy before. The last year had been the worst of her life, her Mums position in the ministry at jeopardy, most of her friends turning on her, and every time she looked in the mirror she was reminded it was her own fault. But after so long alone, she wasn’t sure if she could just fuck someone and hope it would make things right,

“I don’t know Harry, maybe we should just leave it at this.” She said and moved her thumb along his shaft.

“If that’s what you want Marrietta.” Harry said mentally chiding himself for stopping to soon. “I just want you to know I don’t blame you for anything that happened, I thought maybe this would help us both move on, we have both had a pretty shitty time lately.” He said still holding the side of her head and looking at her, he leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss.

She actually laughed again. “It’s not been the best year has it?” She couldn’t deny the thought of being with someone again was tempting, although she’d broken up with her last boyfriend before all this happened; she still missed the intimacy, now more than ever. But she just didn’t know if she wanted to fuck all her problems away, but feeling Harry’s hands on her, feeling his finger slip inside her, and her hand around his cock, she thought maybe she could be that girl for a night.

“Maybe we can make the year a little better then.” Harry answered, he couldn’t help but smile when he felt her grip on his cock tighten for a moment and she smiled at him. “Well I’m hoping it will be more than just a little better.” She quipped.

Having decided to take the plunge, Marrietta quickly stood up from where she had been sitting, her robes falling back into places so you couldn’t even tell Harry’s handy work. Harry however was still seated, the lower part of his robes thrown open and his cock standing up with his boxers bunched under his balls. Marrietta slid one of her hands into her robes, shifting her hips slightly, and then kicking one of her legs Harry saw her panties laying on the floor by one of the legs of the table.

“If only it was still summer.” She said shivering slightly at the chill air suddenly against her exposed pussy.

“We’ll just have to see if we can keep each other warm then.” Harry said looking up at Marrietta.

He was about to stand up and move them over to the table, when Marrietta picked up the front of her robe, and lifting it above her knees, showing off the knee high white socks all the girls wore, stepped over Harrys lap. She stood standing over him for a moment, looking down at him and wondered for a moment if Cho had ever thought to be where she was now.

Shimming forward a little more she slowly lowered herself onto Harry, she could feel his cock, hot and firm brush against her bum as she sat, its shaft running between her legs. As she finally sat fully on Harry, his cock under her arse, her pussy pressed against the front of his robes, she slowly ground into him, feeling the warmth of him even through his robes. She lowered her head and this time pressed her mouth hard into his, her tongue following a brief moment latter.

Harry was a little surprised at the difference in her, before her kiss had been soft and gentle, almost afraid, now she almost seemed hungry, as if months of tension and frustration were pouring out of her. He could feel her pressing into him, her pussy grinding into his middle, its heat noticeable even through his robes. He brought his hands under her robe, working them under the bunched fabric that had pooled around him when she sat down and grabbed her arse. He could feel the muscles in it working as she ground herself into him; he could feel his own cock, pressed between her cheeks, its end sticking out behind her. He brought one of his hands up to her front, his movement hampered by the layers of bunched robe caught in his elbow, and squeezed her breast, feeling its warmth, the bra he had unclasped had ridden up her chest and was now sitting on top of her breasts.

Marrietta dropped her head down when she felt Harry’s hands on her, enjoying the feeling of being touched by someone again, to feel a boy’s hardness between her legs. To think that even with her curse mark she could still make a boy hard, make one want her.

She bit down on Harry’s neck, tasting the sweat of the day on his skin, smelling his hair as it brushed against her nose.

Feeling her own wetness as it had seeped into the front of Harry’s robes, she stood up slightly, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding between her legs. As she felt the end of it slid onto her pussy she lowered herself down again, but as she pressed down she felt him slide the other way, his cock again slipping along her arse. She tried again, only for his cock to again slip out. She felt Harrys hand under her leg as he grabbed his cock and feeling him hold it against her, she pressed down on it again, and this time, with Harry holding it firm, she felt it slip into her.

She stopped for a moment as she felt Harry slide into her, feeling the sensation of his cock parting her flesh, the head of him entering her. While she had played with herself, she had never used a toy, and nothing was like the sensation she was feeling now.

She leaned her forehead against Harrys, and looking him in the eye, very slowly lowered herself onto him. She could feel the tension inside herself, the feeling of her pussy being parted for the first time in almost a year, glad she had taken the time to warm herself up, she continued to lower herself onto him, the feeling of pressure inside her growing, she figured she should take it slower, or like she had learned in the past, take it bit by bit, she just wanted to feel him inside her fully.

So staring Harry Potter in the eye, her legs beginning to burn by having to hold herself up for so long, she slowly took him inside her. She finally felt her thighs come to rest on his legs and actually sighed in contentment, partly due to the relief of not having to stand awkwardly anymore, and mostly due to the feeling of him inside her.

Pausing to enjoy the feeling of having him inside her, Marrietta brought both her hands up to his face, and clasping either side of his face in her hands, kissed him, deeply and slowly, letting her tongue roll into his mouth, wanting as much of him as possible while it lasted.

While she was enjoying their kiss and the feeling of him inside her, she felt Harry shift underneath her, pressing himself into her. With her sitting on top of him he could do little more than grind his hips, causing the cock inside her to shift making her gasp as he work her pussy.

Not breaking the kiss she started sliding along his length, in their position, with her straddling him, she was pushing herself backwards and forwards along his legs, making his cock slide with in her, she never let him slide out more than half way, hungry for the feeling inside her.

Harry wasn’t able to move much in his position, his hands firmly on her arse as she slid along him, his hands squeezing her as she slid deeper onto him. As she was pulling away from him and not up, his cock was being pulled down, the top of her pussy hard against him while underneath he could feel the warm soft flesh of her pussy slide along his shaft.

He was enjoying the feeling of her pussy on him, his cock being bent down almost painfully, but also having it grind hard into her. Every time she slid towards him taking him inside her he pulled hard on her arse, trying to get as much of her as possible. Her motion was slow at first, almost painfully slow, her could feel every motion, every part of her as she slowly slid across him, when she had taken him fully in her she seemed to press into him, again grinding herself against him, he felt her hard against him, before pulling back.

Gradually she got faster, not pulling all the way forward, she was working back and forward faster every time. Finally breaking their kiss she shifted her legs under him, and this time she picked herself up off his legs for a moment, causing the blood to rush back into them.

Rather than sliding across his legs like she had been she was now raising up and down on him, the angle perfect for him, his cock easily sliding in and out of her, her hot flesh wrapped around him. His hands on her arse helping her as she rode him, feeling the muscles in her legs and arse work as she fucked him.

As she got faster she reached behind her and in a few seconds knotted her hair into a loose bun to stop it falling into their faces.

Harry could feel his end coming, without her weight on him he was able to thrust up to meet her every time. Their thighs making slapping noises as they meet, he could feel their wetness spreading across their legs.

Feeling himself about to cum he pulled his hands out from under her robe and reaching up behind her grabbing her shoulder with one while the other lay flat on her back and pulled her down hard against him.

As he felt himself cum he continued to work his hips into her, and hold her tight against him, she was grinding herself hard into him, her head buried in his neck, he could feel her teeth biting down on him.

Feeling his orgasm end he continued to hold her as she seemed to frantically be grinding herself on him still. He was just starting to soften, feeling his cock inside her start to pull back when she started breathing in short gasps before tensing in his arms. After a long moment he felt her relax on him, her legs on him and back seeming to just melt onto him as if so was no longer holding herself up .

They stayed like that for several minutes, Harry feeling his cock go soft inside her, her breathing soft and shallow in his ear. Finally she leaned back and looked at Harry “So you think we‘re going to have to spend the whole night in here?”

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