“Mmmmmughhhhaaaahhhhhmmmmm”
Chapter One
The first thing I noticed were his soft, pink lips. I watched as his breaths escaped them. How I longed to feel that breath on my neck. Sometimes, when he was nervous, he would chew on the end of his wand, like a muggle nibbling a pencil. But he’s no muggle. There’s something absolutely magical about the way he slid the tip of that wand between his barely parted lips. Even in a moment of true vulnerability, he was so undeniably sexy. How was I supposed to concentrate on my ancient runes homework when he was sitting right across from me, teasing me with those lips that I longed to kiss?
The second thing I noticed were his arms. He was slim but toned, and as he pressed his quill against the parchment he would flex his biceps just enough to make me melt. I know it’s old fashioned of me, but what can I say, I like my men strong. I want a man who can sweep me off my feet, carry me to the astronomy tower, and make me forget all about my charms exam for forty-five minutes. I need a man who can turn me from a simple letter into a howler. And he is that man.
It was only after I had been lusting over his lips and arms for half of study hall that he finally looked at me. Our eyes met, and that was the moment that I truly felt myself become a woman. All the pieces fell into place. I needed him now and nobody, not even Professor Snape, could stop me. And the way he was looking at me, I knew he wanted me too. I was about to fuck Harry Potter.
Chapter Two
The moans escaped my lips like a chocolate frog escaping from its packaging. I couldn’t contain them any longer. I felt pleasure over every inch of my naked body. And then he spoke.
“Say my name.” he asked, no, demanded.
“Harry Potter.”
“Say it again.”
“Harry Potter, Harry Potter.”
“Say it louder.”
“HARRY POTTER, HARRY POTTER!”
“Not loud enough.”
“HARRY POTTER!! HARRY POTTER!!”
“Now whisper.”
“harry potter, harry potter”
“Mmmmmughhhhaaaahhhhhmmmmm”
“Harry?”
“…”
“Harry? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah yeah I’m good. Was that good for you babe?”
“Yeah it was good for me too.”
“Awesome.”
Chapter Three
As we lay together on the floor of the Room of Requirement, I couldn’t get his penis out of my mind. It was so hard, and yet so soft. So powerful, and yet so gentle. So long, and yet so thin.
“Harry Potter? More like Harry Cocker,” I quipped. “You know, because you have such a big cock ;)”
“Thanks babe.” He replied.
Chapter Four
And that’s the story of how I fucked Harry Potter. The end.