Romilda's Wish (Ch. 4 - Payback Time)

Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 16, making all characters Harry encounter 18+

Later that same day, after the most exhilarating breakfast of his life, Harry decided to take revenge on Romilda for her little stunt in the Great Hall. He vividly remembered what she had whispered into his ear after she had won the tournament. Her deepest desire was to be used. And not only that, but she seemed to have a kink for public indecency...

Well, if she wants to be used, then I'll give her exactly what she asked for, Harry thought, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

He waited outside of her classroom as class was ending, leaning against the wall, trying to look casual and blend in with the rest of the students as they exited. But as he stood there, waiting for Romilda to emerge, he couldn't help but notice the way people were staring at him, whispering amongst themselves, giggling behind their hands and giving him the occasional thumbs up.

Word must have gotten out already, Harry realised, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. They must have heard about what happened at breakfast. And now they're all wondering whether it's true. Whether Hermione really gave me a handjob in the Great Hall.

If only they knew what had really transpired... He could only hope that Romilda would be worth the trouble, that she would be worth the risk of being caught with his dick out one day.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, Romilda stepped out, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she laughed and joked with her friends. She spotted him immediately, her smile widening as she approached him, her hips swaying provocatively with every step. All for his enjoyment.

"Well, hello there, Professor," she purred, her voice low and sultry, her eyes locked onto his. "Fancy seeing you here."

Harry pushed himself off the wall, straightening up to his full height, towering over her. "Romilda," he greeted, his voice stern. "A word, if you please."

Romilda raised an eyebrow at that, looking slightly amused. "Of course, Professor," she replied innocently. "Lead the way."

Harry nodded, turning on his heel, leading her down the corridor. He could feel her eyes on him, trying to figure out what he had planned. But he wasn't about to give anything away, not yet, not until he had her exactly where he wanted her.

He led her down the corridor, away from the crowded classrooms, away from the prying eyes of their fellow students. He led her to a secluded corridor away from the more frequented areas of the castle. It was the perfect place for what he had in mind, the perfect place to exact his revenge.

"Romilda," Harry began, his expression serious. "I think it's time we had a little talk about what happened earlier today."

Romilda smirked at that, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her massive tits up and out, practically offering them up to him on a platter. "Oh, really?" she asked. "And what, exactly, did happen earlier today, Professor?"

Harry rolled his eyes, taking a step closer to her, closing the distance between them. "You know damn well what happened, Romilda," he growled, his voice low, his eyes boring into hers. "You sucked my cock beneath the table in the Great Hall. And now, thanks to your remarks afterwards, half the school thinks that Hermione gave me a handjob at breakfast!"

Romilda chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it," she said, her voice light, her expression playful. "But I prefer to think of it as... helping you out."

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. "Helping me out?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "Is that what you call it? Because from where I'm standing, it looks an awful lot like you were trying to get me expelled."

He was joking, of course, and he could tell that Romilda knew that too. But she also enjoyed her role-playing, her love of theatrics, her love of turning every situation into something far more dramatic than it needed to be. So he indulged her, letting her play her part.

Romilda pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a mock display of disappointment. "Oh, Harry, you know I would never do that," she said, her voice soft, her eyes wide and innocent. "I just wanted to... thank you for everything you've done."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face, trying to gauge her sincerity. "A way of thanking me?" he repeated, his voice sceptical. "I think you're just a dirty little slut, Romilda. A dirty little slut who can't get enough of my cock."

Romilda gasped at the accusation, her hand flying to her chest in mock surprise. "Oh, Harry, don't be so crude," she chided, her voice laced with mock disapproval. "I'm not a slut. I'm just... enthusiastic."

Harry couldn't help but grin at that, the corner of his lips tugging into a half smile. "Oh, I see. You're an enthusiastic little slut," he replied, taking a step closer to her, closing the distance between them even further. "Well, I can work with that."

Romilda gasped, her eyes widening at the suggestion. "What do you mean, Sir?" she asked innocently, her eyes never leaving his.

Harry smirked, reaching out, taking a hold of her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You like sucking cock, don't you, Romilda?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes filled with mischief.

Romilda nodded, looking up at him innocently. "Yes, Sir," she replied, her voice soft, her eyes wide. "I do."

Harry smiled at that, his eyes darkening as he reached down, unzipping his trousers, freeing his already hardening cock.

Romilda looked up at him, her eyes wide in excitement, her lips parted slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them. She knew what was coming, knew what he expected of her. And she was more than willing to give it to him.

"Then suck on this," Harry growled, pushing her shoulders down, forcing her down on her knees before him, guiding his cock between her soft, pink lips.

She gagged and choked initially, her eyes watering as he pushed himself deeper and harder into her throat. But she was used to stuffing his cock down her throat, having done it so many times now, and soon got accustomed to the size.

Harry groaned at the feeling of her warm, wet mouth surrounding him once more, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips tightening around him. He knew that he wouldn't last long, knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. But he didn't care - he just wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock, to use her, to fill her stomach with his seed.

He used her roughly, pushing himself deeper and harder with each thrust. His balls slapped against her chin while she struggled to keep pace, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, begging him for more.

"Fuck, you look so good with my cock down your throat," Harry growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "You look so fucking hot, Romilda. Like you were made for nothing but to swallow my cock, to serve as my personal little fucktoy."

Romilda moaned at that, her eyes fluttering closed as she took him even deeper, her throat working to swallow him whole. She knew that he was close, knew that he was about to explode. And she wanted to taste every last drop of him.

But just as Harry felt himself reaching the edge, he pulled out, leaving Romilda gasping for breath, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction.

"What... what are you doing, Professor?" Romilda asked, her voice hoarse. "I need your cum..."

Harry smiled at that, his eyes darkening as he reached down, pulling her up to stand once more. He led her to a nearby window, letting her rest her arms on the window sill. The view was stunning, the sun setting over Hogwarts, casting everything in a warm, golden light. There were a few students out on the grounds, but they were too far away to see anything.

He flipped Romilda's skirt up, revealing her tight, barely-covered pussy to his gaze. He bent her over, positioning her so that her ass was high in the air. The panties were already soaked, her juices drenching the thin fabric. He ran a finger over the gusset of her knickers, letting a moan escape his lips as the warmth and wetness of her pussy greeted his skin.

Romilda moaned in turn as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her panties down. He let them fall to the floor before him. Harry's fingers lightly traced over her bare, naked flesh, causing her to shiver in anticipation.

"Fuck me, Professor," she begged, her voice soft, her eyes locked onto his. "Fuck me hard and fast, and fill me with your cum. I want to feel you inside me, Harry. I want to feel you fill me up."

Harry didn't need to be told twice - he plunged himself into her, feeling her tight pussy stretch to accommodate his size. He pounded her mercilessly, causing her body to shake violently with each powerful stroke. She moaned and whimpered, begging for more, her voice growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Romilda screamed, her voice echoing down the corridor. "Fuck me harder, Professor! Fuck me deeper! Fill me up with your big, fat cock!"

Harry obliged, pounding her even harder, feeling her pussy clench around him, milking him for all he was worth. He knew that he wouldn't last long. Romilda was just that good, was just that tight. And so he fucked her with everything he had, grunting with every stroke, his balls slapping against her ass.

"You're such a dirty little slut, Romilda," Harry hissed, his voice low. "I can't believe you let me fuck you like this, in the middle of Hogwarts, in full view of anyone who might walk past."

"Yes, yes, I'm your dirty little slut," Romilda panted, her voice breathy. "I'm your filthy little whore. I'll let you do anything you want to me, anywhere you want to do it. I don't care who sees. I don't care who knows. I just want your cock, Professor. I just want you to fuck me."

Harry grinned, feeling a fresh surge of lust coursing through him, feeling his balls tighten as his climax built. "You're going to get what you want, Romilda," he growled, his voice low, his eyes narrowing. "You're going to get every last drop of me. And you're going to love every last second of it."

And with that, he exploded inside her, filling her womb with hot jizz. He groaned as he came, feeling his cock twitch and pulse, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling into her.

Romilda screamed as her own explosive orgasm ripped through her body, her legs giving out beneath her as she shook with the force of her pleasure. Harry had to hold her up, his arms wrapped around her as she came, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy.

Panting heavily, Harry finally pulled out, leaving Romilda gasping for breath. Her eyes glazed over with satisfaction as she looked up at him admiringly, still shaking from the force of her orgasm.

"Thank you, Harry," Romilda breathed, her voice soft, her eyes wide. "That was... incredible. You're incredible."

He gave her a playful smack on the ass. "Come on, then," he said with a smile, pulling up his trousers. "Let's go get some dinner. I'm famished."

Romilda giggled, her cheeks flushed. "I can't imagine why," she said with a cheeky grin, straightening herself up.

"You're lucky I like you, Vane." Harry rolled his eyes, watching as she wiggled her way back into her panties. "I swear, if you weren't so hot, I wouldn't give you the time of day. Now, come on. I'm not waiting around for you all night."

Romilda stuck her tongue out at him as she sashayed away, giving her ass an extra wiggle as she went. Harry watched hypnotised as her tiny skirt bounced on her round, firm cheeks, giving him a great view of his cum seeping out of her pussy and dripping down her thighs.

"You're lucky I like you too, Potter."

And damned if she wasn't right. He was one lucky bastard, indeed.

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