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Romilda's Wish (Ch. 1 - 4 Days of Competition)
🕑 Added 2024-06-08 01:07:21 +0000 UTCHarry felt frustrated. Despite all the efforts he had made to inspire his students in Dumbledore's Army to work harder and improve faster, he couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't making enough progress. Every day, they faced the constant threat of Voldemort's return, which weighed heavily on everyone's minds. Something needed to change, Harry thought, and soon.
It was then that inspiration struck him. Why not hold a tournament? A friendly competition between his students, filled with magical challenges and tasks designed to bring out their full potential. And what better incentive than offering the winner a wish? Within his power to grant, of course. But being the Boy-Who-Lived, there wasn't much Harry couldn't offer.
"This just might work," Harry mused, excitement coursing through him. He quickly got started planning everything, deciding that the tournament would span four days, with four different competitions - spell casting, potion brewing, charms, and transfiguration. Each student would have two weeks to prepare themselves, so there were no excuses for poor performance.
As expected, Harry's announcement sparked newfound motivation among his students. They trained and prepared diligently, eagerly awaiting the start of the tournament. In particular, Harry noticed that many of his female students seemed even more focused and driven, including Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.
Ginny caught his eye several times, always smirking mischievously whenever she passed by him. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting sharply with her fair complexion. Harry swallowed hard every time he saw her, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on teaching.
Meanwhile, Hermione looked more radiant than ever, her bushy brown hair neatly tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes shone brightly behind her glasses, reflecting her intense determination. She would blush prettily whenever Harry praised her efforts, giving him shy smiles that sent warmth spreading throughout his chest.
Harry wondered what was going through that brilliant mind of hers. Surely she knew that she could always ask him for help or advice, yet she chose to participate in this competition instead. Perhaps she simply wanted to prove herself. Or maybe she was trying to impress him. Or maybe the reward at stake was simply more valuable than he realised. Whatever the case, Harry admired her perseverance.
Among the girls, though, none stood out quite like Romilda Vane. From the moment Harry announced the tournament, she displayed unwavering focus and drive, pushing herself beyond her limits each day. Even when she failed a challenge, she never faltered, only growing more resolute in her pursuit of victory.
Romilda wore long black curls framing her face, with dark eyes that gleamed with an almost devilish delight. The tan skin covering her petite frame radiated energy, drawing attention wherever she went. It was impossible to ignore her presence, especially since she often sported skimpy clothing that showed off far too much skin.
Whenever she walked past Harry, she made sure to flash him tantalising glimpses of flesh, whether it be her creamy thighs or the very depths of her cleavage. Sometimes, she would lean against him suggestively during class, pressing her breasts into his arm. Other times, she whispered dirty comments into his ear, letting him know exactly how she planned to use her prize once she won.
Despite knowing about her intentions, Harry found it nearly impossible to maintain composure around Romilda. Whenever she teased him, he grew painfully erect, forcing himself to adjust discreetly under his robes. It didn't matter if they were alone or surrounded by others; Romilda knew precisely how to get his blood pumping.
Two weeks after the initial announcement, the tournament finally began. Over the next four days, Harry watched as his students tackled various magical challenges. Spell casting proved particularly popular, allowing them to showcase their prowess and creativity.
By the end of the first day, Ginny emerged as the leader, demonstrating exceptional skill in her spells. When she claimed her spot as the day's champion, she shot Harry a playful wink, causing him to blush slightly. As much as he tried denying it, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her.
She sashayed over to where Harry sat, draping herself over his desk and gazing up at him adoringly. "Oh, Professor Potter, you're such a wonderful teacher," she cooed, batting her eyelashes dramatically in a perfect imitation of Romilda's flirtatious mannerisms. "I can hardly wait until I win my special prize!"
Harry laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond to Ginny's sudden change in behaviour.
"But seriously though, Harry, I don't understand why Romilda is working so hard," Ginny continued, grinning impishly. "All she knows how to do is make lewd jokes and wave her tits around."
Harry nearly choked on his tea, coughing violently before managing to regain control of himself. He thought Ginny was selling Romilda short, but he held his tongue, not wanting to cause unnecessary drama between the two girls. Besides, Ginny had a point - Romilda did tend to act rather provocatively most of the time.
"Well, uh... Miss Weasley..." he stammered, still recovering from Ginny's unexpected words.
Ginny giggled, clearly enjoying ruffling his feathers. "But fortunately for the rest of us, this isn't a striptease contest," she added, sticking her tongue out cheekily. Behind her, Romilda rolled her eyes but said nothing, merely folding her arms beneath her plentiful chest and scowling.
Harry meanwhile was having a hard time focusing on anything except Ginny's exposed legs and the way her skirt had ridden up while sitting on his desk. He cleared his throat awkwardly, struggling to keep his thoughts clean. "I think you'd have done well in a striptease competition too, Miss Weasley," he finally managed to say before he could stop himself.
To his relief, Ginny hopped off the table, laughing. "Maybe another time then, Professor," she called back, skipping away. Harry let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve.
The second day brought even fiercer competition, with potions taking centre stage. This particular event played right into Romilda's hands, who excelled at everything related to brewing concoctions. By the end of the day, she finished first, wearing a triumphant smile.
"Looks like I'm one step closer to claiming my prize, Professor," she purred, sidling up to Harry. Her low-cut blouse barely contained her ample bosom, and the damp air from the many boiling cauldrons had made her nipples stand out prominently through the thin fabric. Harry gulped audibly, feeling himself grow excited despite his best efforts to remain composed. A part of him desperately wanted her to win this competition.
"Yes, congratulations, Ms. Vane," he replied curtly, trying not to stare directly at her chest. He wondered what kind of wish she might ask for. Considering how bold she had been throughout the entire competition, there was no telling just what she might request.
He hoped it didn't include something outrageous, like demanding that he marry her immediately. He'd prefer to fuck her silly first. Then again, given how forward she had been thus far, perhaps he shouldn't rule out any possibilities. She certainly seemed determined enough to achieve whatever goal she set her mind to.
Throughout the third day, Hermione shone brightly, winning the charm challenge convincingly. Watching her perform charms reminded Harry of when they had first met, both of them eager to learn everything possible about magic. Seeing her now, all grown up and confident, filled him with pride.
When she approached him afterwards, her cheeks turned pink upon seeing his approving gaze. "Thank you, Harry," she murmured bashfully, avoiding eye contact. Despite her maturity, some things never changed - including her tendency to become flustered whenever he complimented her.
A habit she had only really picked up on recently, however, was her penchant for biting her lower lip seductively every time she looked at him. The gesture sent heat coursing through Harry, making it difficult for him to maintain focus. And this time, she even played with the hem of her skirt absentmindedly, drawing attention to her long, smooth legs.
With the third day concluded, only transfiguration remained. And the three girls stood neck-and-neck in terms of points.
On the fourth day, however, it became apparent that nobody stood a chance against a determined Romilda. Transfiguration was always her strongest suit, and true to form, she aced every single task without hesitation. With a perfect score, she easily secured victory.
In fact, she had been confident enough to celebrate early, wearing a tiny skirt and low-cut blouse to match during the final examinations, ensuring that Harry caught plenty of tantalising glimpses of skin beneath her clothes. Every time she bent down or leaned over, he found himself growing more and more distracted by the sight of her cleavage.
Finally, after four days of gruelling challenges, the tournament ended. As expected, Romilda claimed victory. True to her word, she walked over to where Harry stood, her hips swaying provocatively as she approached. He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts jiggled enticingly within her tight top, threatening to spill free at any moment.
Her dark eyes gleamed mischievously, knowing full well what effect she had on him. Leaning in close, she whispered her wish into his ear, letting her hot breath tickle his earlobe. A shiver ran down Harry's spine, sending blood rushing straight to his groin.
She wore an erotic smile as she spoke, her voice husky and sultry. "Use me any way you like," she murmured softly, pressing herself against him suggestively. "Anytime, anywhere... I want to be yours completely."
Harry felt his heart racing, unable to contain the excitement surging through him. All around them, students cheered and clapped, celebrating their own victories and losses. But amidst the noise and commotion, nothing mattered anymore except Romilda's sensual presence and her provocative words.
"Alright, meeting adjourned!" Harry shouted abruptly, causing gasps of surprise among the remaining students. They stared at him incredulously, wondering why he would cut the celebration so suddenly. They had spent the better time of two weeks preparing for this tournament; surely he wasn't going to dismiss them now?
But Harry needed them gone. And he needed them gone now. Lest he fall victim to his raging desires and end up putting on a very explicit show for everyone present, indeed...
Romilda and him had work to do, after all. He had promised to grant her a wish, and let it never be known that Harry Potter ever went back on his promises. Especially if said promise involved fucking Romilda's brains out.
