Chapter 2: Under Her Watch

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 chair opposite him, her book already open on her lap. “What’s the matter with you?”

Harry glanced around nervously. The common room was fairly empty, but he still leaned forward, lowering his voice. “It’s Romilda,” he muttered.

Hermione’s eyebrows shot up, and a smirk tugged at her lips. “Romilda? What happened? Did she finally pounce?”

Harry flushed. “We… I mean, we were… in a broom closet.” He stopped, hoping she’d fill in the blanks for herself.

Her eyes widened, and then she burst out laughing, loud enough that a couple of first-years looked over curiously. “A broom closet? Harry, really? That’s so cliché!”

“It’s not funny!” Harry hissed, his cheeks burning. “We were… it was… intense.”

“I’m sure it was,” Hermione said, stifling her giggles. “So, what happened? Why do you look like you’ve been hexed?”

Harry groaned, slumping back in his chair. “Penelope Clearwater caught us. She just opened the door like… like it was nothing. Romilda barely got her dress back on in time.”

Hermione’s smirk returned. “Let me guess. You got interrupted right when things were getting interesting?”

Harry’s silence was answer enough.

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione said, shaking her head with mock pity. “Blue balls from a broom closet rendezvous. That’s a new one, even for you.”

“Can you not say it like that?” Harry muttered, burying his face in his hands.

Hermione chuckled, leaning forward. “Alright, listen to me. You’re Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. If you want something to happen with Romilda, you’ve got to take control. She’s not going to wait around forever for you to make up your mind.”

“Take control?” Harry repeated, peeking at her through his fingers.

“Yes,” Hermione said firmly. “You’re the guy. It’s your job to take the lead. Tell her what you want. If you want Romilda to… well, do things, you’ve got to communicate that. You can’t just stand there and hope she’ll read your mind.”

Harry’s ears turned red. “I can’t just tell her to… you know!”

“Of course you can,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “Trust me, she’ll appreciate it. Romilda strikes me as the type who likes confident guys. And Harry, you need confidence. Right now, you’re about as intimidating as a flobberworm.”

Harry groaned again. “This is hopeless.”

“No, it’s not,” Hermione said, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Just… try not to overthink it. And next time you’re alone with her, don’t wait for her to make the first move. Got it?”

Harry nodded, though his stomach was doing backflips at the thought.

Harry was halfway to the Charms classroom, mentally rehearsing Hermione’s advice about confidence, when a voice called out from behind him.

“Harry!”

He turned to see Lavender Brown closing in on him with a wide smile. She was walking fast, and her big tits bounced in time with her steps, straining against the buttons of her blouse. Her skirt barely reached mid-thigh, and Harry caught himself glancing at the curve of her hips before he snapped his eyes back up to her face.

“Hi, Lavender,” he said, trying to sound casual.

“You’re looking sharp today,” Lavender said, stepping right into his personal space. She reached up and fiddled with the collar of his robe, her fingers brushing his neck. “What’s got you so distracted?”

Harry hesitated. “Oh, uh, just… Charms. You know, homework.”

Lavender laughed softly but Harry could tell, she wasn’t really listening. She tilted her head and leaned in slightly.

“Harry, you’re terrible at lying. You’re thinking about something else. Or someone.”

Harry blinked, completely thrown off. “What? No….”

“It’s okay,” she interrupted, her hand trailing down his arm briefly before she let it drop. “I just thought I’d remind you that if you ever want to take a break from saving the world, I’m more than happy to… keep you entertained.”

Harry’s face felt like it was on fire. “Uh… thanks?”

Lavender giggled and gave his arm a quick squeeze before turning to leave. As she walked away, Harry caught sight of her ass swaying under the skirt, her long legs on full display. He quickly looked away, willing himself not to stare, but it didn’t stop his thoughts from racing.

“That girl is… something else,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

“You can say that again.”

Harry spun around, his stomach dropping. Romilda was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed and her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t smiling.

“Oh, Romilda,” he said quickly. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Clearly,” she said flatly. “You were too busy drooling over Lavender Brown.”

“I wasn’t drooling!” Harry protested, though his red face didn’t exactly help his case.

Romilda took a step closer, her dark eyes narrowing. “Look, Potter, if you want to mess around with girls like Lavender, fine. But don’t expect me to sit here and pretend I didn’t see it.”

Harry felt a mix of panic and frustration. “Romilda, I wasn’t messing around. She just started talking to me, and…”

“And what? You just stood there like a clueless puppy while she practically shoved her tits in your face?” Romilda cut him off.

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but the memory of Lavender’s… boldness made it hard to deny.

Romilda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re hopeless. Do you even realize how much attention you get from girls, or are you really that oblivious?”

“I don’t…” Harry trailed off, unsure what to say.

Romilda stared at him, waiting for an answer, her foot tapping against the stone floor. Harry’s brain scrambled for something to say, but Hermione’s words suddenly echoed loud and clear in his head: Take the lead. Be confident. Tell her what you want.

He took a deep breath, standing a little straighter. Instead of fumbling for an excuse, he locked eyes with Romilda and shrugged.

“It is what it is. It’s not my fault the ladies want my dick.”

Romilda’s jaw dropped, her expression frozen in a mix of shock and disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

Harry didn’t flinch. “You heard me,” he said, crossing his arms. “Lavender’s going to flirt. Other girls are going to flirt. I’m not going to apologize for being me. But I’m not interested in Lavender or anyone else. I’m interested in you.”

Romilda’s entire demeanor shifted. The edge of her irritation faded, replaced by something hotter, heavier.

She looked down the corridor, left, then right. Her fingers curled around his wrist, firm but not rough. Without waiting for an answer, she pulled him along, her steps quick and determined.

“Romilda, where…”

“Quiet,” she said simply, glancing back at him with a smirk that shut him up immediately.

They slipped into an empty classroom, the old wooden door creaking faintly as she pushed it open. She kicked the door shut behind them with her heel, spun on him, and closed the distance in two strides.

Before Harry could say anything, her hands fisted in his robes, yanking him forward and slamming his back against the cold stone wall. Her lips crashed against his, not soft, not testing, but demanding. Harry froze for half a second, then melted into her, his hands flying to her waist.

The kiss was hot and messy, her lips moving against his like she was determined to devour him. She pressed her body into his, her hips brushing against him.

Romilda pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting against his. Her dark eyes locked onto his, her lips curling into that wicked smirk again. “You like being in control, huh?”

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but she didn’t give him the chance. She dropped to her knees in one fluid motion, the movement so fast it made his head spin.

Harry’s breath hitched as Romilda started unbuttoning her blouse.

One button. Two. Three. The fabric parted, revealing smooth, golden skin. She didn’t stop until the blouse slipped off her shoulders entirely, pooling on the floor around her.

She reached behind her back, her hands quick and practiced as she unclasped her bra. With a flick of her wrist, it joined her blouse on the floor.

Her big, round tits were bare now, flushed and perfect, her nipples hard from the cool air of the room. She cupped them in her hands, lifting them slightly as she tilted her head and looked up at him.

“Do you like the view, Potter?” she asked sweetly, her tone innocent despite the grin tugging at her lips.

Harry’s breath caught, his heart pounding as he stared down at her. “Yeah,” he managed.

Romilda giggled, her hands dropping to his belt as she bit her lip. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she tugged him closer.

“So,” she said “can I suck your cock?”

He couldn’t believe this was happening. Last night’s broom closet disaster felt like a distant memory now. His brain screamed, Yes! Finally!

“Hell yeah,” he said, his grin stretching wide. “Let’s do this, baby.”

Romilda laughed softly, clearly amused by his eagerness. “You’re not shy, are you?”

“Not anymore,” Harry replied, leaning back against the wall as she tugged his belt free and tossed it aside. His head spun with a mix of smugness and disbelief. This wasn’t a dream. This was real. He wasn’t just Harry Potter, the Chosen One. Right now, he was Harry Potter, the luckiest guy at Hogwarts.

Romilda was extremely horny. This was it. She was about to suck Harry Potter’s cock. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a wicked thrill coursing through her. All that teasing, all that buildup. Finally, she was going to get what she wanted.

As she tugged his trousers down, the bulge in his boxers came into full view. Merlin, she thought, he’s… big, isn’t he? She swallowed, nervous energy mixing with her excitement.

Biting her lip, she grinned to herself and hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Well, no turning back now, she thought, pulling them down in one smooth motion.

His cock was finally revealed, standing proudly before her. It was big. Thicker and longer than she’d expected, the veins running along the shaft making it look almost intimidating. The head was a deep, flushed red, glistening with a bead of precum that made her mouth water. Below, his balls were smooth and completely bare, hanging heavy and full.

She clamped her thighs tightly, rocking her hips in slow, subtle circles, trying to ease the aching fire that flared between her legs. The pressure only made it worse, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as she looked up at Harry.

“Oh my god,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. “So big…”

Romilda reached out with one hand, her fingers wrapping around Harry’s thick shaft. Or at least, trying to, he was so big that her fingers barely met around him. She bit her lip, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling inside her as she gave him a slow stroke, her hand moving up and down his length.

Harry let out a low, breathy moan, his head tipping back slightly as her touch sent a shiver through him. The sound was deep and raw, and it sent a spark of heat straight to her core. She couldn’t help herself she moaned softly too.

“Mmmm…”

Her other hand moved instinctively, trailing lower until it found his smooth, heavy balls. She cupped them gently, her fingers brushing over the warm, taut skin, marveling at the weight of them. So full, she thought, her cheeks flushing at the idea.

Harry’s eyes were shut tight, his mind swimming with a mix of disbelief and pleasure. Romilda’s hand on him was slow and perfect. Better than anything he could have imagined. Finally, he thought, someone else is doing this. No more sneaking wanks under the covers in the dorm.

For the first time, he felt completely free to just enjoy it. No rushing, no fear of getting caught. Just him, Romilda, and the unbelievable sensation of her hands on his cock.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened his eyes. His eyes landed on Romilda, kneeling in front of him, her big, round tits swaying slightly with every movement of her hand. He couldn’t help but stare for a moment. But then his eyes met hers, and what he saw there made him even more harder.

Romilda was aroused, really aroused. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and there was a hunger in her dark eyes that made Harry’s pulse race. She wasn’t just doing this for him; she was enjoying it too.

Hermione’s words came back to him, clear as day: “Tell them what you want.”

Swallowing hard, Harry decided to take the next step. He lifted a hand and gently placed it on the back of Romilda’s head. Her soft curls slipped between his fingers as he leaned forward slightly, guiding her closer to his cock. Their eyes stayed locked, and he could feel her breath warm against the sensitive tip.

Romilda hesitated for only a second, her lashes fluttering, and then Harry watched as she stuck out her tongue, slowly dragging it over the head of his cock. The warmth and wetness of her tongue sent a jolt through him, and his cock twitched in response.

Her hand tightened at the base of his cock, steadying him as she leaned in closer.

Harry’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Romilda worked her magic on him. She started with small, teasing kisses along his length, her lips brushing against his skin before pulling back just enough to let her breath graze over him. Then, she closed her lips around a spot near the base, giving a little suck that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through him.

Her tongue moved slowly and firmly after, dragging up the side of his shaft, the slick, warm pressure making his knees feel weak. When she reached the tip, she kissed it softly, her lips parting just enough to pull the head into her mouth. Harry groaned as she gave a gentle, quick suck before releasing him, her tongue immediately tracing over the sensitive head, swirling around it with precision.

Romilda pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a grin before she lowered her head. Her tongue flattened as she started at the very bottom of his cock, licking a long, slow line up his entire length.

Harry groaned loudly, his head falling back against the wall as he felt the wet heat of her tongue glide over him. The sensation was incredible. Her tongue, her breath, the way her lips pressed just enough to drive him mad. “Just like that, baby,” he muttered as he grinned down at her and tightened his grip on her hair.

Romilda moaned softly at his encouragement, her arousal clear as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. Her lips slid down his cock, inch by inch, until the thick head hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. She pulled back quickly, gasping as his cock slipped from her lips, glistening with her spit.

She wiped her chin, giggling as she looked up at him. “You’re so big, Harry…” she murmured breathlessly. But she didn’t wait for a response. She leaned forward again, her lips parting as she took him back into her mouth, this time focusing on just the head.

Her tongue swirled around it sucking gently like it was her favorite lollipop. Harry cursed under his breath, his hips bucking involuntarily at the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, Romilda…”

Her moan vibrated against him as she slid her lips lower, taking more of him into her mouth. Both her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking the length she couldn’t fit, her movements syncing perfectly with the rhythm of her sucking. Her enthusiasm grew with every sound he made.

Slurp.. Slurp.. Mmm..

Romilda was completely lost in it, her lips sliding messily over his cock, spit dripping down her chin and coating his length. Each sloppy slurp echoed in the room, her tongue swirling over him, spreading the slick mix of saliva and precum everywhere.

Harry glanced down, his breath catching at the sight, her lips stretched wide, her face a wet mess as she sucked him deep, moaning softly around him. She pulled back to lick the tip, then dove back down with a shameless slurp, her hands stroking him faster, matching her mouth.

Harry’s breaths turned shallow, his voice breaking as he felt the coil of heat in his stomach tighten, ready to snap. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as his hips bucked slightly. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking cum…”

Harry groaned, his whole body tensing as he reached his peak. The first thick shot of cum hit the back of Romilda’s throat, making her gag softly. The second coated her tongue, warm and heavy, and before she could fully react, more filled her mouth.

Romilda tried to swallow, but it was too much, too fast. A streak of white slipped from the corner of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her bare breasts. She gasped softly, finally pulling back, but Harry wasn’t done yet.

His cock twitched again, sending another hot burst across her flushed cheeks. A second painted her nose, and the third streaked across her forehead, dripping down in thick lines. Romilda closed her eyes briefly, grinning as she wiped at her chin with her fingers, smearing the cum further over her skin.

“Bloody hell, Harry,” she murmured, her voice teasing but breathless, her chest rising and falling as she glanced up at him.

Harry, leaning heavily against the wall, could barely speak. His chest heaved, his eyelids drooping as he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry,” he muttered weakly, though a smug grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Romilda giggled, dragging her tongue across her lips to catch the last remnants before leaning in to stroke him gently, coaxing out the final drops. “Don’t apologize,” she said with a wicked smirk. “That was… impressive.”

Romilda reached for her wand from the pile of clothes on the floor, giving Harry a sly look. With a casual flick, she cast a cleaning charm, the streaks of cum on her face and chest vanishing instantly. “Useful, isn’t it?” she teased, grinning as she began buttoning her blouse, her fingers moving slowly, like she knew he was still watching.

Harry’s eyes drifted to her chest, the way her big, round tits jiggled with every small movement. He couldn’t resist reaching out, his hand cupping one of them as she fastened the last button.

“Really, Potter?” she said, arching an eyebrow but not stopping him. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“Not really,” Harry replied, his tone smug as he brushed his thumb over her nipple through the fabric, earning a soft gasp from her.

She batted his hand away with a laugh, finishing with her blouse and adjusting her skirt. “You’re lucky I like you,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“More than lucky,” Harry muttered, still grinning.

Romilda smirked, leaning closer to him, her voice dropping. “Just so we’re clear, Potter, no other girl is going to suck you off like I do. Not Lavender, not anyone.”

Harry blinked, caught off guard. “Lavender?”

Romilda rolled her eyes. “Please, everyone knows she’s a massive slut. She’ll blow anyone for fun. But me?” She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing his ear. “I don’t do this for just anyone. Remember that.”

Harry’s cheeks flushed, but the smug grin quickly returned. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I think I got the message.”

Romilda pulled back, giving him a playful slap on the chest. “Good. Now, try to behave yourself. I’ll see you later, Potter.”

With that, she turned and walked to the door, her hips swaying as she glanced back at him with one last wink. Harry stood there for a moment, still catching his breath, a satisfied grin plastered across his face.

Last night had been wild, but this? This was next level.

He grabbed his wand and adjusted his robes, preparing to leave the empty classroom. But before he could take a step, a voice rang out from behind him, smooth and unmistakable.

“Well, zat was… quite ze performance.”

Harry whipped around, his stomach plummeting. Sitting on the edge of the desk near the back of the classroom, legs crossed and an amused smirk on her lips, was Fleur Delacour. Her piercing blue eyes were locked onto his, sparkling with mischief as she rested her chin lightly on her hand.

Fleur’s appearance hit him like a rogue Bludger. Her short skirt rode high on her thighs, revealing the tops of her black stockings, and her white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to offer a view of her big, perfect tits, made it impossible to look away. Her silvery-blonde hair shimmered in the soft light, falling loosely over her shoulders, and her red lips curved into a smile that was equal parts teasing and dangerous.

“Fleur,” Harry stammered, his face going crimson. “I didn’t… I didn’t know anyone was here.”

“Clearly,” she said, uncrossing her legs slowly and standing in one graceful motion. Her heels clicked softly against the stone floor as she approached, her eyes never leaving his.

Harry was rooted to the spot as Fleur closed the distance between them, her smirk deepening. “So, zis is what you do when you ‘ave free time? Sneak into classrooms for… how do you say… extracurricular activities?”

“I..uh..” Harry stammered, completely thrown off.

Fleur raised a hand to stop him, her smirk turning into a sly smile. “Do not worry, Potter. I am not ‘ere to scold you. But I must admit…” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping. “I did find it… entertaining.”

Harry swallowed hard, his pulse racing. This wasn’t the kind of situation Hermione’s advice had prepared him for.