certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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The next morning, Harry found himself slouched in one of the armchairs near the Gryffindor common room fire, feeling like his brain had been scrambled by a rogue Bludger. Last night with Romilda in the broom closet played on a loop in his head. The way she… well, everything, really. And then Penelope Clearwater bursting in like a curse-breaking spell, effectively ending what had been the most intense moment of his life. “You look like you’ve just been expelled,” Hermione said, settling into the…-
33.8 K • Ongoing
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“Well, well, Meester Potter,” Fleur had said, leaning casually against the desk. Her blouse still had two buttons undone, offering a nice view that Harry had tried and failed not to notice. “I ‘ope zat was worth ze risk, non?” Harry had stammered something incoherent, but Fleur just smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Relax, ‘Arry. I will not report you. But…” She tilted her head, her silver-blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, “perhaps next time, choose a less obvious…
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Harry stretched in bed, the Gryffindor dormitory still quiet around him. Ron was snoring a few beds over, and a soft morning light spilled through the curtains. But Harry’s morning was already off to a… unique start. Romilda was under the covers. Again. It wasn’t like this was a one-time thing anymore. Ever since that day in the broom closet, she’d made it her mission to be Harry’s personal blowjob enthusiast. At first, it had caught him off guard. Waking up to the sensation of her mouth…
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The air was crisp as Harry soared above the pitch, his broom slicing clean through the late afternoon light. As he looped lazily over the center ring, his thoughts drifted. First to the Charms essay he hadn’t finished, then to Lavender’s wink in the corridor earlier that morning, and finally, as always, to Romilda. She had cornered him near the greenhouses again, asking when they might “have some more fun.” Harry had laughed it off, but the truth was, he hadn’t stopped thinking about how fast…
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Harry stepped through the portrait hole and froze. The common room was still full, every conversation cut off the second they saw him. Of course, they were waiting for him. Ron stood near the fireplace, eyes wide, mouth half open like he was about to speak but didn’t know what to say. Hermione was further back, arms crossed tight over her chest. She looked pale. Surprisingly Neville got to him first. “Are you okay? Where have you been?” he asked nervously. Harry looked at Neville and felt…-
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