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Romilda's Wish (Ch. 3 - Breakfast Interruption)
🕑 Added 2024-08-23 22:37:31 +0000 UTCA few days had passed since Romilda had won Harry's tournament and claimed her prize, and the two of them had been joined at the hip ever since, fucking like rabbits any chance they got. But despite his insatiable hunger for her sweet pussy, it was finally time for Harry to rejoin the real world and attend to his other responsibilities.
With that thought in mind, Harry made his way down to the Great Hall, ready to begin another day. As he entered, his gaze immediately fell upon Hermione and Ginny, who were already seated at their usual spot at the Gryffindor table, chattering animatedly as they nibbled on pastries and sipped their pumpkin juice.
Harry approached them, a grin spreading across his face as he took in their radiant smiles. "Morning, ladies," he greeted, squeezing in between them on the bench.
"Morning, Harry!" Ginny chirped, beaming up at him. "Sleep well?"
Ginny's fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her elfin face with a fiery halo. The loose fabric of her Hogwarts robes did little to hide the curves beneath, clinging to her breasts and hips tantalisingly. She wore a tight blouse underneath, accentuating every swell and valley of her lithe figure.
Romilda must have rubbed off on her, Harry thought wryly, eyeing the hem of Ginny's skirt nervously - it seemed to have grown even shorter over the past couple of nights, now barely covering her plump bottom from behind. And from the front... well, it was a miracle her modesty was still intact.
"Like a baby," Harry replied, though that was far from the truth. His nights had been spent banging Romilda's brains out, leaving him little time for actual rest.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at that, looking slightly amused, yet she didn't press the issue further. Instead, she took a sip of her drink, watching him over the rim of her glass.
It was then that Harry noticed that Hermione had taken to wearing a low-cut blouse today, revealing more cleavage than usual. In their current seating arrangement, he had an excellent view straight down the front of her top, offering him tantalising glimpses of the soft mounds hidden beneath the thin fabric. He could feel his trousers growing steadily tighter as he caught sight of her pale pink bra straining against the weight of her breasts, threatening to spill out entirely.
Indeed, beneath her baggy robes and loose-fitting clothes, Hermione harboured a pair of magnificent breasts, larger than one might expect from her lanky frame. They filled out her blouse beautifully, swaying slightly with every movement she made, drawing Harry's gaze like a moth to a flame. He couldn't help but wonder what they would look like freed from the confines of her top, how their soft weight would feel in his hands, how her nipples would taste against his tongue...
Could she be doing this on purpose? Harry pondered, letting his gaze linger on her chest for longer than was strictly appropriate. Is she finally starting to show off those luscious tits, teasing me with what she knows I want to see? Did losing to Romilda in the tournament bring out the competitive side of her? The thought of it sent heat coursing through his veins, making his cock twitch eagerly.
Fuck, not now, Harry thought, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust himself discreetly. I can't afford to pop a boner at breakfast. Not with Hermione and Ginny sitting right next to me.
Just as he was beginning to regain some semblance of control over his wayward cock, however, the subject of his recent sexual escapades sauntered into the hall, her hips swaying provocatively as she made her way towards their table. Romilda had a devilish gleam in her eye, one that promised nothing but trouble. What does she have planned for me now? Harry wondered, his blood already beginning to heat in anticipation.
"Mind if I join you, Professor Potter?" Romilda purred, settling herself down across from Harry. Her dark eyes locked onto his, holding him captive, making him feel as though she could see straight through him.
But Harry's eyes weren't drawn to her face for long - indeed, there was very little about Romilda that wasn't worth staring at, thanks in no small part to her choice of attire. Her top was cut so low that it barely contained her massive tits, which threatened to spill free at any moment. In fact, it was a wonder they hadn't popped out already, given the way she was leaning forward, offering them up to him on a platter.
Her nipples were rock-hard beneath the thin fabric, begging to be pinched, licked, and sucked. And the sight of them, straining against the confines of her top, made Harry's mouth water, his tongue already aching to trace their outline, to feel their stiffness against the roof of his mouth.
"Romilda... you're not making this easy, are you?" Harry muttered, shifting in his seat again, trying desperately to hide the growing bulge in his trousers. But as he did so, he found himself sandwiched between Hermione and Ginny, their soft curves pressed against him on either side.
Fuck, this is going to be a long breakfast, Harry thought, trying his best to keep his eyes above her neck.
Romilda must have sensed his struggle, for she smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Something wrong, Professor?" she asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. "You seem... distracted."
"Not at all, Ms Vane," Harry replied stiffly, playing along with her act, forcing himself to maintain eye contact despite the tempting mounds of flesh mere inches from his face. "I'm merely wondering what delicious dish I should choose for breakfast today."
Romilda smirked at that, running her tongue slowly over her lips. "I can think of a few things you could... sample," she whispered huskily, letting her hand drift down to her chest, toying idly with the edge of her top. She pushed her tits together with her arms, and her nipples finally made a bid for freedom, popping out ever so slightly. "But I'm afraid they're only on the... special menu."
Hermione, who had been watching the exchange with annoyance, finally spoke up. "Romilda, perhaps you should consider pulling your top up a bit," she said, her voice laced with venom. "It looks like you're having some trouble keeping your... assets contained."
Romilda shot her a smug grin, not taking her eyes off Harry for a moment. "Oh, Mione, you know full well that there's no use covering up these babies," she retorted, cupping her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze, making them jiggle enticingly. "They've got a mind of their own, and once they set their sights on something, there's no stopping them."
Ginny snorted derisively at that, crossing her arms under her chest. "Well, I don't see what all the fuss is about," she huffed, though Harry noticed that her own nipples were now standing at attention beneath her blouse. "I mean, sure, you're... well-endowed, but Hermione's aren't so shabby either."
Hermione blushed deeply at that, pressing her hands over her face in mortification. "Ginny, that's quite enough," she muttered, trying to hide her smile. "Don't encourage her."
But Ginny wasn't having any of it - she merely grinned, enjoying the embarrassment of her friend. And Harry couldn't blame her, not with Romilda's performance thus far. It was enough to make a man lose his mind.
"What do you say, Harry?" Romilda purred, leaning even further forward, her tits nearly spilling free entirely. "Care to weigh in on the matter?"
Harry swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. But before he could respond, he felt Ginny's hand on his thigh, snaking up dangerously high. He looked down, following the line of her arm up to her face, and found her gazing up at him with lustful eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Oh, this is bad, Harry thought, feeling his cock grow even harder at the sight of her, the touch of her hand, the scent of her hair. This is very, very bad.
"Well?" Romilda prompted, raising an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
Harry shook his head, clearing his throat, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "I, uh... I'd have to see them side-by-side to make a fair comparison," he stammered, unable to believe what he was saying. But it was too late to take it back now - not with Ginny's hand inching even higher, threatening to discover just how hard he truly was.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock, and she let out a small gasp of disbelief. "Harry, are you suggesting...?" she started, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the words.
"Come on, Hermione, don't be such a prude," Ginny cut in, winking at Harry, who could only stare at her, dumbstruck. Then, as if to punctuate her point, she gave his cock a squeeze through his trousers, making him gasp aloud. "You know you want to show him too, Hermione!"
Romilda, however, seemed perfectly content with his response, her smile widening. "Well, perhaps we can arrange that, then," she said, her voice laced with suggestion. She seemed completely unconcerned by the fact that they were in the middle of the Great Hall, surrounded by their fellow students. If she keeps this up, someone's bound to notice, Harry thought, growing increasingly nervous. This is a terrible idea - a terrible idea.
"Um, maybe we should focus on the food, hmm?" Harry suggested weakly, desperate to change the subject. He cast his gaze around the table, trying to find something - anything - that might catch his attention, anything that could take his mind off the three pairs of tits currently vying for his attention.
But as luck would have it, the only thing of note within his line of sight was Romilda's face, and judging by the expression on her face, she had no intention of letting him off the hook so easily.
"Oh, I intend to focus on something, all right," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. And before Harry could ask what she meant by that, she let out a loud, dramatic gasp - and her fork flew straight out of her hand, clattering to the floor beneath the table.
The entire motion was so clumsy, so clearly staged, that Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. Yet knowing that it was deliberate did little to alleviate his worries. What the hell is she up to now? he wondered, his cock throbbing painfully against Ginny's still-groping hand.
"Well, I suppose I should go fetch that," Romilda said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence, as she slid down off her seat, crouching low to the ground. And Harry knew, knew that she wasn't about to retrieve the damn fork anytime soon - not when there was so much fun to be had underneath the table.
Oh fuck, she's not actually going to... is she? Harry wondered, watching with a mixture of horror and fascination as Romilda's long, dark hair vanished beneath the tablecloth. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock twitching eagerly in anticipation.
And before he knew it, Romilda's head had appeared in his lap, her eyes looking up at him with a wicked gleam. Oh God, she's actually doing it, he realised, his eyes widening in disbelief. She's actually going to...
"Romilda!" Hermione hissed, her voice barely audible, her face flushed with embarrassment. "What on Earth do you think you're doing?"
Romilda's answer came in the form of a mischievous grin, as she batted away Ginny's hand - none too gently - and set her own hands to work unzipping Harry's trousers. "Something delicious," she replied, her voice muffled as she leaned down, her breath hot against his already straining cock.
She's going to give us away, Harry realised, panic rising in his chest. She's going to give us away and we're all going to get expelled. But despite his best efforts to stop her, to push her away, he couldn't find the willpower to do so, not with her hands on his zipper, not with the promise of her warm, wet mouth so close at hand.
I'm about to become the first person in Hogwarts history to be expelled for public indecency, Harry thought, feeling the blood rush to his face, a fresh surge of panic coursing through his veins. And not just any public indecency, but getting a blowjob in the middle of the fucking Great Hall! He could only pray that none of the other students noticed, or at least, that they'd have the decency to look away if they did.
But Romilda refused to be deterred - she had made up her mind, and she wasn't about to let anything stand in her way. Not even his futile struggles against her. Well... Especially not his futile struggles against her.
With a final tug, his trousers were yanked open, his cock springing free, slapping against Romilda's cheek. Ginny and Hermione both gasped aloud, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of him, bare and throbbing beneath the tabletop.
Ginny's eyes widened even further, a low whistle escaping her lips as she took in the sheer size of him. "Bloody hell, Harry," she breathed, a mixture of awe and lust colouring her voice. "No wonder Romilda's so keen to get her mouth on you."
Hermione, too, seemed captivated by the sight of him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to alleviate the sudden ache between her thighs. She wants it too, Harry realised, his cock throbbing painfully at the thought. She wants to feel me inside her, wants to know what it's like to be stretched wide open around my massive cock.
But now was not the time for such thoughts - not with Romilda's hands on his shaft, not with her mouth mere inches away from his throbbing tip. I need to stop this, before it goes too far, Harry thought, trying to regain control over the situation.
"Romilda!" Harry hissed, trying to sound as stern as possible, but his voice cracked, giving away his true feelings. "Stop that at once!"
But Romilda merely smiled, licking her lips in anticipation, and took him into her mouth without so much as a pause. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Harry thought, feeling her tongue swirl around his shaft, her lips tighten around him. This feels so fucking good...
Romilda's blowjob was far from dainty - it was messy and sloppy, everything he could have wanted and more. She took him deep into her throat, gagging slightly as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her mouth. But rather than pulling back, she only seemed to redouble her efforts, determined to take him as far as she could, choking herself on his length.
She's going to make a mess of me, Harry realised, feeling the saliva drip down his shaft, smearing all over his trousers. She's going to make a mess of me and there's nothing I want to do to stop her.
"Bloody hell, look at her go," Ginny muttered, watching with wide-eyed fascination as Romilda bobbed her head up and down, her long hair swaying back and forth with the motion. "She's really into it, isn't she?"
"Ginny, don't stare," Hermione gasped, a small squeak escaping her lips as Romilda took Harry especially deep, her nose pressing against his stomach. "And don't encourage her! We need to stop this before someone notices!" But Hermione couldn't keep her eyes away from his cock either.
Romilda pulled off, gasping for air, her face glistening with saliva and pre-cum. "Mmm, you taste so good, Professor," she purred, looking up at him with lustful eyes. "I want to swallow every last drop of you."
"Don't stop on my account," Ginny replied, her own voice breathy as she leaned down, cupping Harry's balls in her hand. She gave them a gentle squeeze, making him groan aloud.
"Ginny, stop it!" Hermione hissed, trying to keep her voice down, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum. But her protests fell on deaf ears - Ginny and Romilda were too caught up in their own little world to pay her any heed.
And so it continued, Romilda bobbing her head up and down, taking him deep into her throat, while Ginny played with his balls, massaging them gently, making him groan and moan and beg for more. This is insane, Harry realised, feeling his climax building, feeling the pressure mounting within him. This is absolutely, positively insane. But I don't want it to stop. I want them both to keep going, to keep touching me, to keep teasing me, to keep driving me wild. And as if sensing his impending orgasm, Romilda redoubled her efforts, sucking him even harder, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Seeing no other way to stop the madness, Hermione leaned in closer, pressing herself against Harry, trying to shield his cock and Romilda's slobbering lips from the rest of the Hall. Her ample bosom pressed against his arm, her breath hot against his ear. "Harry, we need to stop this now," she hissed, trying to sound stern, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But her voice was shaky, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps, giving away her true feelings.
She's just as turned on as the rest of us, Harry realised, feeling his cock throb in Romilda's throat in response, feeling a fresh surge of lust coursing through his veins. She doesn't want to stop this any more than I do. And with that realisation, he knew that he was lost - completely, utterly lost.
Ginny, never one to be left out, leaned in close to Harry's other ear, her voice a soft, sultry whisper. "Don't listen to her, Harry," she breathed, her hot breath tickling his earlobe. "Let her suck you off. I want to watch you come in her mouth."
Harry was close, so very close, his climax building with every suck, every lick, every caress of Romilda's lips and Ginny's hand. He tried to glance around, tried to see if anyone else had noticed what was going on beneath the table, but his vision was clouded by the pleasure coursing through him, by the sheer intensity of it all.
And thoughts of being caught were quickly pushed aside as Romilda's mouth worked its magic, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His cock throbbed painfully, his balls drawing up tight against his body, ready to explode at any moment.
"Romilda," he gasped, trying to warn her, to give her a chance to pull back before it was too late. "I'm going to... I'm going to..."
But Romilda didn't stop - she merely redoubled her efforts, taking him even deeper into her throat, her eyes locked onto his, begging him to give her what she wanted, what she needed.
"Come on, Harry, finish it," Ginny urged, her voice barely audible, her lips brushing against his ear. "Come in her mouth. Let her swallow every last drop." And with those words, Harry felt himself tumbling over the edge, felt his climax crashing over him like a tidal wave.
And so, with a final, desperate gasp, Harry came, spilling his seed into her waiting mouth. Romilda swallowed greedily, drinking down every last drop, her eyes never leaving his.
Romilda looked absolutely radiant, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she swallowed the last of Harry's cum. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted, glistening with saliva and semen, a sight that made Harry's spent cock twitch in response, yearning for more.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Romilda emerged from beneath the table, her hair slightly dishevelled, her clothing askew. She took her seat once more, a smug smile playing at the corners of her mouth. And as Harry looked down, he noticed that there was cum dribbling down her chin, dripping onto the front of her blouse, staining it dark with his seed. The sight of it sent a fresh surge of lust through him, making his cock twitch, ready for more.
"Harry," Hermione hissed, her voice barely audible, her face beet red with embarrassment. "Put your cock away, for Merlin's sake!" She glanced around the table, around the Hall, checking to make sure that nobody had noticed.
But Harry wasn't listening - he couldn't hear anything but the sound of his own racing heart, couldn't see anything but Romilda's cum-stained lips, couldn't think of anything but the way she had taken him, the way she had swallowed every last drop of him.
It was only when a pair of cold, clumsy hands wrapped around his still throbbing member, trying desperately to tuck it away, that Harry was finally brought back to reality. He looked down, found Hermione staring up at him, her face flushed with embarrassment, her hands trembling slightly as she worked his cock back into his trousers. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, so out of her element, so utterly flustered.
But the task proved far easier said than done - Hermione struggled to force his cock back into his trousers, her hands too small, too clumsy to handle his sheer size, and Harry far too eager to feel her hands on him. He watched her, amused, as she fumbled and fiddled, her brow furrowed in concentration.
I could help her, he thought, smirking at the thought. I could make this so much easier for her. But where's the fun in that
And so, after a moments contemplation, after letting Hermione's clumsy fingers wander all over his cock in desperation, he reached down, taking hold of his still-throbbing cock, guiding it back into his trousers with practised ease.
Hermione gasped aloud as his hands brushed against hers, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She pulled away, leaving Harry to finish the job himself, her breathing ragged, her hands trembling from the experience.
"Harry, please, we need to be more careful," Hermione urged, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting around nervously. "What if someone had seen us? What if a professor had walked in?"
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, it would certainly have made for an interesting start to the day," he quipped, winking at Hermione.
"Hermione," Romilda suddenly began, her voice louder than necessary, drawing the attention of their fellow students. "Is that... cum on your hand?" She glanced over at Hermione's hand, now sticky and shiny with Harry's seed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Hermione gasped aloud, her eyes widening in shock as she too realised what Romilda was implying. "No, I... that's not... it's not what it looks like," she stammered, trying desperately to defend herself.
But it was too late - the damage was already done. Students all around them turned to stare, their eyes wide with curiosity, their minds no doubt filling with the most salacious of images.
And by the time the first class bell rang, only one thought remained on the lips of every student - every whisper, every giggle, every naughty little smile - Hermione Granger just gave Harry Potter a handjob at breakfast.
