certher
Stories
10
Chapters
121
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569.1 K
Comments
39
Reading
1 d, 23 h
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ROMILDA: How's your shift going?? The message came with a photo. Romilda in her Leaky hostess kit, black skirt and a high-necked black top that hugged every curve, honey-blonde hair scraped up into a neat bun. She was winking, tongue out. HARRY: dying on my feet. you look unreal though ROMILDA: thx babe <3 ROMILDA: everyone keeps asking why I'm in a turtleneck in June ROMILDA: someone left hickeys all over my tits soooo HARRY: whoops. my fault. I'll aim lower next time ROMILDA: lmao…
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TRACEY: Sooo are you going to tell me your name at some point? UNKNOWN MIRROR: Depends. Are you going to tell me how you "heard" about me? TRACEY: Lmao well I actually watched you fuck Romilda on a beach in the Caribbean UNKNOWN MIRROR: I thought so haha UNKNOWN MIRROR: And... What was your review? My stomach flipped. Tracey's next reply was a moving photograph, blooming across the flip-mirror's surface. It was a self-shot of her reclining on a poolside lounger, in a hot pink bikini that…
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Romilda and I paddled in the surf until the saltwater had washed away the worst of the sand and stickiness from our encounter on the beach. I just kept staring at her bobbing naked in the water next to me, still not quite believing what had happened. It was one of the best nights of my life, and I couldn't stop smiling. It was late when we waded out to reclaim our swimsuits and snuck back towards the cabanas. "Sweet dreams. Thanks for the fuck." Under the overhang of her cabana, Romilda gave me a big…
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The knock came at eleven, three sharp raps that carried up from the ground floor. Harry took the stairs two at a time and pulled the front door open on a wall of noise and red hair. They were all there on the top step, breath steaming in the cold, and for a second he couldn't pick out one from the other. Molly Weasley came through first and pulled him into a hug that lifted his feet off the floor. She smelled of cinnamon and woodsmoke. "Harry, dear. Look at you. You're too thin." Arthur was behind…
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Apparently Romilda had been drunk enough that she didn't remember sniffing me out after the Ball. Which on the one hand was lucky. On the other, I'd really wanted an excuse to tell her that I'd lost my virginity to Daphne Greengrass. Unlike Lavender, Daphne had told me explicitly to be discreet, probably because she was embarrassed to have drunkenly fucked a loser like me. Honestly, I understood. Daphne was light years out of my league in every aspect. I'd been lucky, like mind-blowingly,…
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