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Public Nuisance - Harry/Romilda
🕑 Added 2024-09-24 15:59:01 +0000 UTCBeneath the haze and the smoke of the candles burning overhead, Harry Potter, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, crouched down to examine the latest scene in a string of crimes that had left the department utterly confused and ablaze with rumours and speculation. There hadn’t been a case that had generated so much buzz since the war ended, and even the press were beginning to speculate on the motives behind it all.
Of course, almost none of them knew about the pieces of crucial evidence Harry found at every single crime scene.
There, just as always, sat a magical photograph in the middle of the floor in this potion ingredients shop in Knockturn Alley. Harry picked it up with his gloved hand, just in case the culprit happened to change their practice and leave a curse upon the photograph for him. He did a quick scan for anything malevolent with his wand and found nothing, which made this photograph all the more confusing.
Why the hell was this criminal leaving him photos with a dark-haired witch in lingerie? He knew that they were meant for him because they always said so on the back of them, written in a very neat, cursive script.
The woman in the photograph was wearing a red-lace set this time with an incredible amount of straps. The bra looked more like a harness that held her breasts in place, and her nipples were covered with two thin strips of tape done in a cross. The straps from the harness continued downward, wrapping around her torso and connecting to a large metal ring that encircled her cute belly button. From there, two straps helped to support her panties, which was little more than a small piece of fabric that barely covered her pussy. He could see the outline of her labia through it and a noticeable wet spot forming.
She was on her back in a bed in a dark room. The camera must have been suspended from the ceiling above her. She wiggled back and forth sensually, running her hands up her sides and then cupping her ample breasts in her hands. She gave them a nice squeeze and smiled at him before rolling over and showing off her arse. She lifted her arse into the air and swayed it back and forth enticingly, and then she returned to her first pose and the image looped.
It was the same woman in each photo he received. He was sure of it. That damned charming smile of hers was too distinct. He’d had Tonks, his most trusted Senior Auror, try to search through their databases for any image that looked close to the ones he’d been receiving, but they’d had no luck. He’d also tried to identify her in a muggle police registry, but he had no luck there either.
If only they had a full photo of her face, then they could identify her. The camera was always so perfectly positioned to stop just above her upper lip. The only other identifying features of note were the woman’s long, dark, curly hair and a tiny birthmark above her right hip.
Harry stuffed the photo into his inner robes pocket and stood up, scanning the room as he paused in thought.
What was so confusing was that he didn’t even know if this woman in the photograph was the one committing all of these crimes. The criminal remained an utter mystery, leaving no trace of themselves behind anywhere. It was the sign of a true professional, which only added to the mystery as to why they were committing the crimes that they were.
“You said that all they did was switch around the labels on all of your jars?” Harry called out through the open doorway of the shop, looking back at the old shopkeeper and the two Aurors he had guarding him.
“Yes,” the man replied, quite crossly. “It’ll take me hours to get the labels all back into place, and then I’ll have to reorganise the entire shop back to the way it was.”
“And you’re sure that nothing was stolen?” Harry asked.
“I won’t know for certain until I’ve gone through everything, but it looks to be the case,” the shopkeeper confirmed. He let out an exasperated sigh. “Is this going to take much longer? I need to get to work soon.”
“You were the ones who called us in, sir,” Harry reminded him.
“Yes, just to report the crime, not to have an entire bloody investigation take over my shop,” the man huffed.
“We need to be thorough,” Harry insisted. “The burglar may have left clues behind as to who they were or where we can find them. We’ll be gone as soon as I’ve done a sweep through the shop.”
“Alright,” the man replied, still looking a little agitated. “Just get on with it then.”
Ah, the joys of working with folks in Knockturn Alley. They hated the Aurors and their bureaucracy, and yet they relied on them anyway, especially now that the Death Eaters and the smaller dark-aligned gangs had all been taken care of.
True to the shopkeeper’s word, there didn’t appear to be anything stolen—nothing obvious, anyways. Harry checked a few shelves at random against the man’s ledgers, a task made difficult given how everything was improperly labelled. It was one of the few times that he was grateful for the strict requirements in becoming an Auror. He’d been forced to learn countless potion ingredients by sight alone and tested on it again and again until he got it right.
Everything seemed to be going fine, but then Harry stumbled upon one unusual ingredient inside of a small vial. The fact that he hadn’t seen this thick, silvery liquid in over a decade made him do a double take.
“Unicorn’s blood,” Harry murmured to himself as he picked up the vial. He could feel the shopkeeper’s eyes on his back. The man seemed a little nervous, and now Harry knew why.
Unicorn’s blood was a highly restricted ingredient due to the horrific curse placed upon anyone killing a unicorn. Harry could count on one hand the number of shops in all of Britain that were allowed to sell an ethically-sourced version of it, and this shop wasn’t one of them.
It wasn’t long before he found more restricted ingredients. Basilisk skin, a nundu heart, and a thunderbird tail feather. Any one of these would see a hefty fine levied against the shopkeeper simply for having them in their shop. Together, they meant guaranteed time in prison.
Harry collected the offending vials and stowed them away inside of his robes before he returned to the shopkeeper and the Aurors.
“Gentlemen, I think we have enough here to make an arrest,” Harry announced.
“Good,” the shopkeeper said excitedly. “Whatever rapscallion broke into my shop deserves nothing but the harshest—”
“I’m sorry, but we don’t know who broke into your shop… yet,” Harry quickly clarified at the end. He was still determined to catch this criminal and stop their crime spree, if it could be called that. In reality, the person responsible for this was little more than a public nuisance, albeit a useful one given the fact that this was the fourth victim of their crimes whom Harry had the opportunity to arrest. “So, we can’t arrest them.”
“Well then what are you wasting my time for?” The man asked gruffly as he went to brush past Harry to return to his shop. Harry placed his hand on the man’s shoulder to stop him.
“We have enough to arrest you,” Harry said as he flashed the illegal potion ingredients.
The man barely managed to get out a blubbering reply before the Aurors slapped manacles on his wrist.
“Get a team down here to scour his shop for anything else illegal,” Harry ordered his men. “I doubt these are the only illegal things we’ll find.”
As the shopkeeper was led away, Harry stepped back into the shop, ready to wait for the fresh team of Aurors to take over the investigation of the shop.
A warmth suddenly touched his chest. Frowning in confusion, he reached into his robes and grabbed the photograph. The heat emanating from it cooled as he brought it out into the open air.
The woman in lingerie suddenly shifted her pose. She stretched her legs high up in the air and then pulled them back until her ankles were next to her ears. Her smile couldn’t grow any larger as she blew him a kiss before a message appeared right in the middle of the photograph.
“I’ll see you at the Ministry next week.”
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No matter what security measures Harry had put in place, he should have known that the criminal would be able to bypass them and get within the Ministry itself. It still wasn’t out of the question that they had arranged this entire fiasco before the potion shop break-in, but Harry doubted it. They promised to see him at the Ministry this week. There was no way that they wouldn’t be here.
Half of the Aurors from the office were down here in the Ministry Atrium keeping the crowd at bay. Hundreds were squawking and staring at the ridiculous display upon the famous golden fountain.
As Harry glanced up at it, he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Somehow, this criminal had managed to transfigure the statue of witch into having a near-perfect replica of the body of the woman in the photographs Harry kept finding. Even worse was the fact that the statue was now wearing the exact same set of lingerie that the woman had worn in the latest photo.
Flashes of light signalled that the press had finally arrived to snap photos. Harry had hoped that the Department of Mysteries’ curse breakers would have been here by now. No matter what he or his fellow Aurors tried, they couldn’t break the transfiguration placed upon the statue.
With a wave of his wand, thick black drapes erected themselves around the fountain. It wouldn’t stop the many reporters who had special cameras that could see through things like this, but hopefully it’d leave the crowd bored and ready to move on with their day.
A smattering of questions from the press were shouted at him, but Harry just ducked through the curtains and applied a silencing charm to keep out the noise.
“Why are you making my life so difficult?” Harry groaned as he rubbed his face. Whoever this criminal was sure did want his attention.
He had to admit that even though he was staring at a statue, he found himself growing slightly aroused at seeing the familiar, gorgeous body. He kept all of the photographs in his office, away from prying eyes. It felt too intimate to share with anyone else.
Suddenly, his eyes noticed something sticking out from underneath the panties. A little corner of another photograph.
He summoned the photograph to him. It was the same witch again, only this time she was facing away from the camera. Her perfectly bubbly arse was in the dead centre of the frame, and she was rubbing her pussy through her black, satin panties she had on.
“Harry?”
It was only thanks to his years spent as an Auror that Harry didn’t jump in fright at the sound of his best friend’s voice. He quickly stowed away the photograph and turned to see Hermione dressed in her Department of Mysteries robes.
“Thanks for coming so quickly,” Harry said.
“No problem,” Hermione replied before she looked up at the statue. An amused look crossed her lips. “Were you off in dreamland ogling this statue? I called your name a couple of times.”
“Not quite,” Harry grimaced before pulling out the photograph. He never hid anything from Hermione. “I was looking at this.”
“Another admirer?” She asked him. “A fit one, clearly.”
“I think this is the criminal I’ve been after for some time now,” Harry told her. “I don’t actually know if the person committing these crimes is the woman in the photograph, but…”
“You want it to be,” Hermione laughed.
“Can you blame me?”
“No, I certainly cannot,” Hermione said, still giggling. “So, you still haven’t figured out who this mystery woman is?”
“Nope,” Harry replied. “We’ve tried checking all of our records on known criminals, but we haven’t been able to come up with anything. She never leaves any trace of herself at any of the crime scenes, so we haven’t been able to track her down through that either. Although…”
“What?” Hermione prompted him.
“She, err, might have been wearing this lingerie in another photograph,” Harry said.
Hermione snorted loudly. “She must really want to shag you if she’s going all out like this.”
“Do you think we’d be able to find anything on it to track her down?”
“We’ll see, but I really should get the statue back to how it was first.”
Harry stood back and let Hermione take control of the scene. She was methodical in placing stasis charms around the lingerie set and carefully removed it from the statue. She floated it down to the edge of the fountain next to her and then got to work on the statue.
“Ah, I see what’s going on here,” Hermione said as continued to weave her wand through the air. “It’s pretty clever, I’ll give her that. This is actually an enchantment, not proper transfiguration. It’s no wonder you lot couldn’t reverse it. With how much magic is in the atrium, it’s quite difficult to pick out the subtle net she wove. Just give me a second here…”
A look of intense concentration stretched across Hermione’s face as she expertly dismantled the enchantment step by step. It was the type of thing that Harry just didn’t have the finesse for, which made him all the happier that he knew he could always call on his best friend to help him out of a jam.
“And… there we go!” Hermione exclaimed happily.
In an instant, the statue reverted back to its normal, well-dressed form.
“Did I ever tell you how brilliant you are?” Harry asked rhetorically.
“Yes, but I still like to hear it,” Hermione replied smugly. “Now, let’s take a look at this lingerie. It’s quite a daring set.”
“I know,” Harry said, swallowing deeply. He’d seen it more than once in his dreams.
Under the stasis charm, the lingerie was perfectly preserved, as was anything that had been on it. Hermione’s critical eyes looked over it slowly until she suddenly lit up in excitement.
“A hair!” She announced proudly. With careful fingers, she plucked it out from a small gap between one of the straps and the metal ring that had sat over the woman’s belly button. “All you need to do is use a tracking spell on this, and it should bring you to wherever the person has been within the last twenty-four hours.”
Finally!
“You’re the best,” Harry told Hermione as he carefully took the hair from it. He gave her a one-armed hug before stepping back. “Please tell the Aurors to get this mess cleaned up and to disperse the crowd.”
“You’re not going after her alone, are you?” Hermione asked.
“I am,” Harry confirmed.
“Don’t want anyone interrupting you while you shag her brains out?” Hermione said knowingly.
“No,” Harry lied, both to Hermione and to himself. “I just… I can handle it.”
“From what Ginny told me, I’m sure you can,” Hermione laughed. “Have fun.”
Before she could get another quip in, Harry turned on the spot and apparated out of the Ministry straight to Diagon Alley. He held the hair aloft and readied his wand. He was getting close to finally putting an end to this string of crimes.
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As the sun began to set off in the distance, Harry brushed off the growing chill of the Scottish Highlands. He’d been apparating around Britain all day, constantly tracking his mysterious criminal. All that his tracking spells offered was a direction that he needed to follow, and so he did. He travelled between the hundreds of magical settlements that dotted this island, steadily heading further north until he reached Hogsmeade.
Given the fact that it wasn’t a Hogsmeade Weekend for the students at Hogwarts, the snow-dusted village seemed sleepy as Harry wandered its streets. The persistent tug on the end of his wand guided him along the High Street, passing by countless familiar shops.
But it was one shop in particular that gave him chills as he stopped in front of it, his wand pointing directly at its front doors.
The last time he’d visited the garish-looking Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop had been on his ill-fortuned date with Cho back on Valentine’s Day so many years ago. It’d easily been the worst date of his life, and he couldn’t help but have lingering negative feelings towards the establishment itself. It hadn’t been that bad in retrospect, he supposed, other than the overuse of frills, bows, and the colour pink. Still, it wasn’t exactly his type of shop.
But as he peered at the storefront now, he could see that it’d changed quite dramatically. There were still frills and bows and pink in the windows, but they were toned down quite a bit and instead paired with more elegant tea sets and a pastel sequence of colours that gave the shop a bit more of an inviting feel to it. It seemed like something out of a pleasant dream rather than a young girl’s horrifying imagination.
Given the hour, he wasn’t surprised to find that the shop was closed, but he decided to knock on the door anyway. To his surprise, the door swung open the second his knuckles touched it.
“Hello?” Harry called out cautiously as he peered into the shop. The tables were all bare and the chairs all tucked in nicely. A lone broom was gently sweeping the floor by itself, slowly filling a relatively-clean dustpan. “Homenum Revelio.”
He felt a tingle down his spine as the spell gave him the feedback that there was indeed someone nearby, although they weren’t within his line of sight. They had to be somewhere deeper into the shop.
Readying his wand, Harry slowly crept forward, activating the built-in enchantment on his boots to make his footsteps perfectly silent. It was a pain to constantly have to pay to have the enchantment replaced every few months, but it was well worth it for the stealth it gave him.
There was a door in the far wall that presumably led into the back room of the shop. Harry went straight for it, seeing no other possible places his target could be.
He pushed the door open slowly and found a small, cramped room. Shelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with fresh white linen tablecloths, tea sets, and various jars filled with loose-leaf teas. There was a small kitchen in there as well where sandwiches and sweet treats could easily be made. However, Harry’s eyes ignored all of that in favour of the slightly ajar floor tile just ahead.
His foot pushed the tile aside, revealing a ladder leading down into a cellar of sorts. It had to be where this criminal was.
Rather than use the ladder itself, Harry leapt down the hole and slowed himself down at the last possible second with the Slowing Charm. His feet touched down on the tile floor below smoothly.
“Welcome, Harry,” an endearing voice called out. “I’m so glad that you finally found me.”
As Harry blinked away the sudden brightness from the dozens of candles floating overhead, he finally saw the woman who’d been leaving him all of those photographs. She was dressed in dark, bulky robes and stood with her back to him. Harry recognised her by the sight of those long, curly black locks of hair draped down her back. She was standing in the midst of something resembling a bedroom combined together with an office. Cork boards decorated with photographs of various storefronts and places—very familiar places, given the fact that Harry recognised some of them as scenes of this woman’s crimes—alongside notes detailing carefully-constructed plans sat along one of the walls above a messy desk. Further in sat a wide bed that Harry also recognised from the photos she’d taken.
“So, you are the one behind this,” Harry said, still holding his wand at the ready. “I had wondered if the woman in the photograph was the culprit behind all of those crimes.”
“I probably should have made that clear, shouldn’t I have?” The woman laughed.
There was something about her voice that tickled Harry’s mind. It was loosely familiar, but not enough for him to be able to put a face to it. Perhaps it was someone he’d met in passing or had a few conversations with, but who could it be?
“Turn around,” he ordered her.
He could almost hear the smile in the woman’s voice. “Okay.”
Slowly, the woman turned to face him. She was quite pretty, just as Harry expected… wait. Suddenly, it all clicked in his mind.
“Romilda Vane?”
“I’m glad you remember me,” Romilda grinned brightly. “Welcome to my evil lair.”
Harry glanced around again, finding a distinct lack of skulls, torture devices, or anything else he’d expect to find in an evil lair. “Quite the place. And hidden beneath Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop too.”
“My tea shop now,” Romilda informed him. “Haven’t gotten around to changing the name yet, but it’s mine as of three months ago.”
“Exactly when your crime spree began,” Harry pointed out.
“Well, I couldn’t very well start on it without an evil lair,” Romilda argued cutely.
“Switching labels in a potion ingredients shop while conveniently leaving out all of the illegal ingredients for us Aurors to find doesn’t seem especially evil,” Harry said. “It’s a nuisance at worst and an aid to the Auror Department at best. And that’s what all of your crimes were like.”
“Maybe I’m just a bad criminal,” Romilda replied coyly.
“No, you were a very good one,” Harry argued. “You always had a clear-cut plan and executed it perfectly. You never left any clues behind, except for today.”
“I got bored of waiting for you to find me,” Romilda admitted.
“Why was it so important for me to find you?” Harry asked.
“Really?” Romilda raised an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t piece it together after all of the photos I lovingly left for you.”
No, he had pieced it together by now, but he still wanted to hear her say it.
“All this time, all of these crimes were just so that you could try to seduce me?” Harry said rhetorically.
“I tried to schedule a meeting with you to do it earlier, but your assistant refused,” Romilda joked. “Honestly, just because you’re the hero of the Wizarding World and all shouldn’t mean that you can’t take time to go out on a date or two.”
“There are plenty of more normal ways to go about asking someone out,” Harry replied.
“If only I could ever get you alone to ask you,” Romilda said with an exaggerated sigh. “I wanted to make amends for being an idiot and trying to give you a love potion when we were back at Hogwarts. I was young and stupid, but I never changed the way I felt about you. After the war, I waited until an appropriate amount of time after you and Ginny broke up to try to ask you out, but it was impossible. Between all of your friends sheltering you and your unrelenting dedication to your work, I never managed to get close enough to say a single word to you. That’s when I had an idea.”
“To become a criminal so that you could get my attention,” Harry finished for her.
“Exactly,” Romilda winked. “So, did it work?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Harry answered plainly.
Her lips curled into a smile. “Yes, I suppose you are. So, now that you have me cornered, are you going to arrest me?”
“Even if you were well intentioned, you still did trespass on a number of properties,” Harry told her. “There has to be some sort of punishment for that.”
“Then punish me,” Romilda said sultrily as she let her robes fall away from her body. She was wearing that gorgeous, black-satin lingerie that she’d had on in the photograph that he found at the Ministry earlier today. She spun around, placed her hands up against the wall, and arched her back so that her arse stuck out towards Harry. She wiggled it enticingly as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Well, what are you waiting for, mister Auror?”
Was she really baiting him into this? In all honesty, Harry hadn’t ever thought much about Romilda since Hogwarts. Back then, she’d been a temporary nuisance who’d quickly faded into the back of his mind. But now she was back in the fore of it, all ready for him to have his way with her like he could have all those years ago.
Honestly, he knew that his work schedule had kept him too busy for most things. Countless women threw themselves at him, but none had managed to captivate his attention like Romilda had. And Merlin did he ever want to take her right now.
Fuck it. He didn’t need to think about this any longer.
Harry strode right up behind Romilda, feeling her shiver as he pressed himself against her arse. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He whispered huskily into her ear as he placed his hands on her hips.
“Yes, I am,” she breathed out. “What are you going to do about it?”
“First, I’m going to search you,” Harry told her. “Make sure you don’t have any hidden tricks up your sleeves.”
“That sounds like the prudent thing to do,” Romilda replied sensually as she rubbed her arse against his crotch. His cock was rapidly stirring to life as he pushed back against her. “Well then. Search away.”
Harry let his hands slip around Romilda’s front and slide down her hips to her thighs. Her body tensed as his fingers grazed the line of her panties, coming teasingly close to her pussy. He wasn’t going to make this so easy for her though. She was still a criminal. She had to be punished.
So, just as the tips of his fingers began to push underneath her panties, he suddenly retreated. Romilda let out a shaky breath of disappointment, desperately hoping that he would’ve touched her there. Instead, Harry let his hands roam up her smooth, flat belly to those perky breasts of hers. He slid them beneath her bra and felt her warm, supple flesh with his own two hands. He captured her rock-hard nipples between his fingers and gave them a playful pinch, eliciting a gasp from Romilda’s lips.
“Nothing there,” he said teasingly as he pulled his hands back. “But we really should be sure.”
With a practised motion, Harry unhooked Romilda’s bra and guided it down her arms. She briefly lifted her hands off of the wall to allow the bra to be slid all the way off, then she placed them right back.
“Turn around and put your hands above your head,” Harry ordered her.
“Yes, sir,” Romilda purred.
Giving one last graze of her arse against his cock, Romilda slowly turned around, letting him see the full glory of her perky, full breasts. Harry didn’t intend to admire for too long though. He had something else in mind entirely.
“I need to make sure you don’t have anything in your mouth that could hurt me,” Harry told her as he leaned in to kiss her deeply.
As their lips interlocked, Harry pushed his tongue into her mouth and swished it all around, mapping every inch of her mouth while battling with her tongue. Romilda fought back playfully, but she seemed more keen on giving into the Head Auror than truly resisting his advances.
“Nothing there,” Harry said breathlessly as he broke the kiss. “But what about down here?”
He placed his palm right up against her cloth-covered pussy, making sure he was applying a little pressure to her clit. He could feel how wet she was for him, how badly she wanted him to fucking ravage her like she’d been dreaming about for years now.
“Your fingers won’t reach all the way inside of me,” Romilda replied.
“No, they won’t,” Harry agreed as he unzipped his trousers. His rock-hard cock popped out of the slight gap, ready to give Romilda the fucking of a lifetime. Her eyes widened when she saw just how large he was. She would’ve leaned down to grasp it in her hands had Harry not grabbed onto her wrists with one hand, keeping her arms bound above her head.
Pulling aside Romilda’s panties, he revealed her glistening pussy to him. His cock prodded at her swollen lips, ready to push inside of her. Romilda instinctively lifted one of her legs, which Harry grabbed onto with his free hand, giving him easier access to her pussy.
The second his cock was in just the right position, Harry slammed forward.
“Fuck!” Romilda screamed as Harry’s cock filled up her tight little pussy in a single thrust. “You’re so big!”
That he was. He knew that his size and girth was a bit much for any one witch to handle, so he steadied himself with his crotch pressed against hers and remained still for several seconds until he felt her tight walls begin to relax somewhat around his cock. If she thought that this was intense, he couldn’t wait to see how she’d react once he really started fucking her with everything he had. Just because he rarely had much time for romance and sex didn’t mean that he wasn’t incredible at it. Just like his work, he took his sex life very seriously, and there was no better feeling than having a woman cum around his cock.
Given how long she’d waited for him and how desperately she kept enticing him with those photographs, he knew that she wouldn’t want this to be slow. That could come later. For now, she wanted him to fuck her rough and fast.
“A big, bad, dark witch like you shouldn’t have any trouble handling an Auror like me,” Harry teased her gently as he started to rock against her body.
“I won’t,” she replied defiantly.
“That lewd look on your face says otherwise,” Harry replied with a sly grin. “How many nights did you dream about me taking you like this?”
“All of them,” Romilda admitted.
“Then I shouldn’t delay your dreams any longer,” Harry said as he swiftly pulled backwards and then slammed back into her pussy.
Romilda screamed into his ear again as Harry started pounding away into her. He pressed his chest to her soft, pillowy breasts, helping to keep her pinned up against the wall so that he could have his way with her. Her walls were dripping with arousal and coaxing him to fuck her harder and harder as they kept sucking him back into her depths.
After the war and he and Ginny had broken up, Harry had spent a few nights having flings with various witches. They were few and far between, in part due to his schedule, but the real issue was the fact that none of them were able to keep up with him in the bedroom. His cock was too much for them to handle for more than a brief period of time, and their stamina gave out long before his. He wondered how Romilda would hold up against him. At least for right now, she was off to a strong start. He was fucking her roughly, and all he’d heard out of her were sweet moans and cries of pleasure.
Maybe he’d finally found someone who could match his sexual appetite.
The tight grip of Romilda’s pussy around his cock was wonderful enough on its own, but Harry knew the perfect accompaniment to it. He kissed Romilda hard, letting his tongue dominate hers again. She kissed him back eagerly, her warm breath intermingling with his. It took a few thrusts before they stopped banging their teeth against each other when Harry thrust into her pussy, but once they found that perfect rhythm of their bodies, they both experienced nothing short of pure bliss.
Harry kept fucking Romilda against the wall for several minutes, and she never once asked him to stop or slow down. If anything, it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him to ravage her utterly and completely, and he was happy to do so. It was a pleasant surprise then that Harry realised that he was the one who had to slow down first, just to catch his breath.
So, as he bottomed out inside of Romilda’s pussy again, he gave her one last kiss and then pulled away so that he could recover.
“You feel incredible,” Harry told her honestly. “And you’re handling my size better than I expected.”
“Any less than you would just feel insufficient,” Romilda replied breathlessly. “Your cock is amazing. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that you’d be able to shag me like that.”
“You’ve just seen me get started,” Harry grinned.
“You know, you haven’t explored all of my holes yet,” Romilda said, biting her lip as she stared deep into his eyes.
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at her. Was she implying what he thought she was?
When she started to shift, Harry let go of her leg and slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy. It glistened with her juices, showing off just how wet she’d been.
Romilda walked over to her bed, swaying her arse back and forth at him as she went. She climbed up on it and bent over, sticking her arse up in the air for him just as she had in the most recent photo she’d taken for him.
“My bum still needs to be checked over,” Romilda said over her shoulder at him.
Harry couldn’t help but grin at her. He knew that she was going to be wild given the fact that she’d kept leaving those photos for him, but this was one hell of a way to introduce herself to him.
Using his wand again, Harry used the standard charms to clean out and lubricate Romilda’s arsehole and to relax the muscles slightly so that it’d be easier for him to fuck her. Without any foreplay, it was something that was definitely needed. Then, he climbed up behind her and lined his cock up right with her winking hole.
The tight ring of muscle tried to resist Harry’s intrusion when he pushed forward, but Romilda took a few deep breaths to relax, and suddenly his cock pushed right inside of her. The lubrication he’d applied helped his cock to slide forward right away, even as Romilda tried to clamp back down around him. In a moment, he was fully buried inside of her arse.
This time, he didn’t wait to give her time to adjust. His charms had seen to that.
Romilda howled in pleasure as Harry started thrusting into her tight bum. His charms had helped to loosen her up just enough that he didn’t have much trouble fucking her with long, smooth strokes, and the lubrication was just perfect. His hips kept smacking off of her plush arse, setting a steady beat that Harry maintained perfectly.
“Dark witches need to be punished, right?” Harry asked her, grunting as he tightened his grip on her hips.
“Merlin, yes!” Romilda cried out. Her knees trembled as she threated to collapse in a heap from how good Harry fucking her arse felt.
“How does keeping my cock warm every night sound?” Harry asked. “I have high standards, and if you don’t meet them, I’ll have to punish you even more.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Romilda panted. “As long as you keep fucking my holes with your incredible cock!”
Harry chuckled and spanked her arse as he rammed into her again, timing it perfectly with a strong spank to her arse. For a moment, it felt like Romilda’s arsehole was going to crush his cock with how she clamped down onto him, but then she let out a wonderful howl of lust and loosened up a bit.
“Do that again,” she all but begged him.
And so he did. Harry switched between her wonderful cheeks, spanking her each time he stuffed her arse with his cock. The constant cycle of pleasure mixed with a little pain had Romilda acting like a bitch in heat. Her back arched and she threw her head back with a low moan as her upper body strength finally gave out. She fell face first onto the bed, but she kept her arse up in the air for Harry to keep fucking.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Romilda squealed each time Harry pounded into her.
She tightened up around Harry’s cock, but this time was different. Her walls trembled around his cock, and Romilda unleashed an unintelligible sound that could only be described as pure, overwhelming pleasure.
“Cumming!” Romilda announced loudly.
Harry slammed forward one last time, shoving his cock as deep into her arse as it could go before he shot out a thick, hot load. Her arse trembling around his cock helped to pull out every last drop of cum for his cock to paint her inner wall white.
Both of them were completely breathless and overwhelmed by pleasure as their orgasms drew to a close. This had been something special. Not only had Harry unravelled a case that had been niggling at his mind for weeks now, he’d finally found someone who could match his natural talent in the bedroom.
He stayed buried in her arse for several minutes before Romilda found the strength to push herself back up again. Harry stayed still as she slowly shimmied forward, letting his cock slide out of her arse before she turned around to face him.
“I’ve needed that for so long,” she told him sincerely.
She pounced on him then, pinning him down onto the bed and snogging him mercilessly.
It seemed like her need wasn’t fully satisfied. Good, neither was Harry’s.
He’d turn in his report about the mysterious dark witch tomorrow. It really was a tragedy that she managed to get away. But at the same time, it’d be lovely to introduce everyone back at the office to his new partner.
Comments
Nova Sana
I’ve been voting for a Romilda pairing for some time. You balanced the humor so well and she is a naughty delight. The little backstory we have from canon gives you a hook to write from but otherwise gives you a lot of freedom to play with. I loved this!
jp9901
This was amazing! Top tier! It was hilarious and sexy, something not many writers can pull off. What I love the most is that this is so in-character for Romilda to do! I've always had a headcanon that she goes above and beyond everything she does to the tenth power. And this was no exception. Thank you for this chapter.
