As Harry walked down the corridor towards the Gryffindor common room, his thoughts were preoccupied with the events of the day's classes. Lost in his own musings, he wasn't paying much attention to where he was going, and before he knew it, he had collided with someone, sending their books scattering onto the floor. He quickly snapped out of his reverie, his eyes widening with surprise as he saw Astoria Greengrass, Daphne's younger sister, standing there with a mildly annoyed expression.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Harry stammered, quickly bending down to help gather the fallen books. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
Astoria's irritation seemed to fade as she assessed Harry, her features softening. As he reached for a book, his gaze involuntarily flicked upwards, and he found himself taking in her appearance. Over the summer, it seemed she had blossomed into a young woman, her body now showing the graceful curves that often came with maturity. Her tits were a good size for her age, and Harry was overcome with a desire to grab them.
Her long, chestnut hair cascaded in waves down her back, catching the light in a way that made it seem almost ethereal. Her eyes, a shade of warm hazel, sparkled with a mix of surprise and curiosity, while her lips held a hint of a playful smile.
Astoria's uniform, though adhering to the Hogwarts dress code, seemed to fit her perfectly, accentuating her womanly features. The Slytherin tie loosely hung around her neck, and the way her skirt swayed with her movements drew attention to her long, sex legs. She was slightly taller than her sister, and they were both a lot taller than Ginny, being around five foot 8, which really allowed her to show off some skin.
When she looked up and realized that it was none other than Harry Potter who had collided with her, her surprise transformed into a mixture of excitement and giddiness. She bit her lip slightly, a flirty glint in her eyes.
"Well, well, if it isn't Harry Potter," she teased, her voice carrying a lighthearted tone. "Causing trouble even when you're not trying, I see."
Harry chuckled, his cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment. "I promise it wasn't intentional. And I'm usually not this clumsy, I swear."
Astoria's smile widened, and she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, I'm sure you're perfectly gracewhen you want to be, Harry."
His heart skipped a beat at her proximity, and he found himself momentarily lost for words. Her playful confidence was both intriguing and captivating.
"At least,"Astoria continued, "That's what I heard from Daphne..."
Harry's eyes widened in response to the comment, secretly is cock was already growing hard thinking about how he fucked her big sister on the train.
"Oh, you mean when Daphne and I...um, got talking on the train? Yeah, we had a nice conversation."
Astoria's gaze held a mischievous glint. "She said she quite enjoyed it. Maybe you're making quite the impression on our family, Harry Potter."
He couldn't help but chuckle at her words, her directness a refreshing change from the usual conversations he had. As he handed her the last of her books, their fingers brushed slightly, and a jolt of sexual desire flooded through him.
"Well, I hope that's a good thing," he replied with a grin.
Astoria grinned back, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Oh, I think it definitely is."
As they stood there, the corridor suddenly felt charged with an electric energy, a connection forming between them that was radiating heat and desire. Harry couldn't deny the allure of Astoria's confident charm. But, with a final exchange of smiles, they parted ways, each walking away with the lingering feeling that this chance encounter might just be the start of something intriguing and utterly pleasurable.
Looking back for a quick glance back at her, Harry saw Astoria was walking with her hands behind her back, pulling her skirt up as far as it went, giving Harry a clear view of the bottom of her arse. Harry smirked to himself, respecting her teasing. He vowed to get his revenge when he eventually saw her one on one somewhere a bit more private.
At lunch the following day, Harry was sitting down with Ron and Hermione. As he took a bite of his sandwich, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "You know, guys, I can't shake the feeling that Malfoy might be a Death Eater. I mean, have you noticed how he's been acting lately? It's like he's hiding something."
Ron raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Malfoy, a Death Eater? Come on, Harry. He's just a git, always has been."
Hermione, ever the voice of reason, nodded in agreement. "I think Ron's right. We've got enough on our plates with our own problems. Malfoy might be up to no good, but let's not jump to conclusions without any solid evidence."
Just as Harry was about to respond, his trail of thought was abruptly shattered by a movement across the Great Hall. His eyes shifted, and he found himself locking gazes with Astoria, who was seated at a table on the far side of the room. She was watching him intently, a knowing glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine.
In that moment, time seemed to slow as Astoria winked at him, a sly smile curving her lips. To Harry's surprise, she stood up gracefully, her movements deliberate and enticing. He watched as she walked toward the exit, a nonchalant 'come hither' sign traced behind her back, an invitation that was impossible to miss.
Ron and Hermione exchanged confused glances, breaking the spell that had momentarily captured Harry's attention. "Harry, what's gotten into you?" Hermione asked, concern etching her features.
Harry's mind raced as he quickly tried to think of an explanation for his sudden distraction. "Oh, um, sorry, guys. I just remembered that Dumbledore wanted to see me about something. It's urgent, I think. I better go."
Without waiting for their responses, Harry stood up abruptly, and made his way out of the Great Hall. He saw Astoria not far ahead, and she led Harry through the corridors of Hogwarts, her confident stride matching the curiosity swirling within him. They eventually reached a door tucked away near the dungeons, and Harry couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sight. He had expected a dark and gloomy atmosphere, but the room that Astoria opened revealed something entirely different.
Surprisingly, the space was cozy and inviting. Soft lighting illuminated the room, casting warm shadows on the walls. Plush couches and cushions were strategically placed around, creating an atmosphere of comfort. It was a stark contrast to the cold and damp dungeons he had anticipated.
Astoria gestured for Harry to enter, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Welcome to one of the Slytherin's secret getaways. It's a hidden spot where we come to unwind and have some alone time if needed."
Harry's gaze swept over the room, taking in the relaxed ambiance. "This is...unexpected. I thought it would be much more...Slytherin-y."
Astoria chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "We're not all about darkness and brooding, you know."
The air seemed to shift, a subtle undercurrent of tension creeping into the room. Harry's eyes met Astoria's, the connection between them intensifying. He couldn't ignore the unspoken invitation that hung in the air, and he desperately wanted to fuck her.
With a flirtatious grin, Harry met Astoria's gaze head-on. "So, Astoria, do you want some alone time?"
Her eyes held a mixture of mischief and desire as she took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Slowly, she moved toward the door and locked it, the soft sound of the latch clicking into place echoing in the room. Her actions spoke volumes, and Harry found himself drawn further into the web of their unspoken attraction. As she turned to face him, her proximity sent a rush of anticipation coursing through his veins.
Astoria's fingers brushed lightly against his as she reached out, her voice low and inviting. "Maybe I do."
Harry walked forwards towards her, and their mouths crashed together. Astoria's arms grabbed onto his neck tightly as they passionately kissed each other; their lips only parting for brief moments to breathe. Astoria moaned as Harry's mouth moved down to her neck, and he began aggressively kissing it, nibbling at her soft flesh. In between breaths, Harry managed to pull her skirt down as he pinned her up against the wall, causing Astoria to gasp at the show of dominance.
"Jesus Harry, I didn't realise you were such an animal in the sack." Astoria panted.
"You've seen nothing yet..." Harry snickered as he continued to kiss her. Kneeling down, Harry proceeded to press his mouth against the soft cotton of her dark-green knickers. Astoria's breath was caught in the back of her throat as she could feel Harry's mouth through the material, and she prayed that he removed her knickers soon. Harry's mouth kissed at the cotton for a few minutes, and then moved back, leaving Astoria beginning to feel slightly frustrated. For the next few minutes, Astoria was filling up with pent-up desire and frustration, as Harry licked the outskirts of her knickers and thighs, leaving her breathless. The pattern continued to occur, and Astoria thought she would die if horniness killed.
"Harry...please." She managed to murmur towards him. He looked up at her smirking, seeing his handiwork was doing its job. "That's what you get for teasing me in the corridor." Harry said smiling, "But since you did say please.."
Astoria's eyes widened as she saw Harry move back down to her knickers. Harry wasted no time, and used his teeth to rip her knickers off, breaking them. He looked at them on the floor, realising they were Slytherin colours and chuckled to himself before focusing on the task at hand (or mouth). He moved his glasses onto the top of his head, and moved his face into her dripping pussy. Harry marvelled at the taste of her; so sweet and indulgent. He used his tongue to the best of his ability, making her squirm, moan, grunt and shiver as he brought her to the edge, which didn't take too long due to the endless teasing that she'd already experienced. After she's finally come down from the orgasmic high, she was ready to take a quick break; but Harry had a different idea.
He practically dragged her to a cushioned area, and gently pushed her down onto the ground. Dropping down next to her, he pulled down his trousers and boxers in one, with Astoria's eyes basking at seeing Harry's cock in its full glory, excited about what was to come. He got on top of her, moving her legs up onto his shoulders, and slid into her. Her cunt welcomed him in a warm embrace, tightly constricting him as he worked his way deeper into her.
"Fuckk...Faster Harry...Faster..." Astoria managed to get out between breaths.
But Harry didn't oblige. He took his sweet time; slowly moving in and out of her depths, almost as if he wasn't moving at all. Harry found the feeling of being in control completely intoxicating, and he smiled as he continued to tease Astoria, who looked worse for wear as she begged Harry to destroy her. But again, Harry just pushed himself in and out painfully slow; even he wanted to ravane her, to blast in and out of that slippery pussy and cum all over her. But seeing her so out of control brought just as much satisfaction to him.
"PLEASE...HARRY...GIVE IT TO MEEEE." Astoria begged one last time.
And this time, Harry did not deny her. He plunged his member rapidly, and deeply inside of her, before instantly moving it back out to the tip, and again he moved his hips forward, penetrating her roughly. Astoria's cries filled the room as she screamed in absolute ecstasy and pleasure as Harry fucked her. His hands moved towards her tits which were still covered inside her white shirt, but Harry pinched her nipples tightly through the light material, which Astoria responded to with yet another little scream of pleasure.
"You're so fucking sexy, Astoria, now you better cum for me" Harry groaned as he continued to pound her.
Astoria bit her lips, trying to withold more cries of pleasure. Her breasts bounced up and down with every thrust. She was close now, really close. As Harry brought one of his hands down to her clit, and began rubbing it, she lost herself.
"FUCKKKK...I'M CUMMINNNGGGG." She screamed, Harry too sensing himself hitting his climax. Her tightening walls clenched around his pulsating cock, and their fluids mixed together in her cunt and began flooding out onto the cushions. Harry collapsed onto the floor next to her when they finished, breathing heavily.
"Well...that was fun." He said, and she nodded in agreement, still barely able to talk. Harry reached across the floor and picked up her ruined knickers, which were surprisingly wet, and he tossed them at her face. She sat up and laughed at him.
"You owe me a new pair of knickers!" Harry snickered, and responded with, "Only if they're red and gold!"