"Torrential" (Harry/Romilda)
Title: Torrential
Author/Artist: charmed310
Prompt: Rain always made Romilda feel aroused; mainly because her mind conjured up various fantasies of Harry Potter snogging her in the Quidditch pitch while both of them were soaking wet.. or her running into Harry after both being caught in the rain and Romilda proceeding to pull all his soaked clothes off him...
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Romilda Vane
Word Count: 2200
Rating: R
Warning(s): Blowjob, hand-job (if you squint), teenagers
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I hope you like my first foray into het and school-age characters!
Summary: I had very little interest in marrying The Chosen One - I just wanted to have him first.
It always started with a smell, that first rain at Hogwarts. The hot summer had baked the old stones of the courtyards at Hogwarts, and they thrilled at the first feel of rain. The trees and the grass were fresh, and the air was moist. My nerves tingled at that first roll of thunder, and I was entranced by that smell.
Since I was a little girl, I loved the rain. It started innocently, as things often do; jumping in puddles, tasting the clean rain with the tip of my tongue, taking off my raincoat and turning circles in the rain until I was soaked to the skin and my mother was livid and poured Pepper Up down my throat every other day - I hated that part - but the rain continued to make me happy, and I never missed a chance to take advantage of a good thunderstorm.
Now, as a young woman, the rain had a very different effect on me, especially that first rain of a new year which brought about the utter bliss of seeing him again. Often I couldn’t control myself when it rained and I had to find somewhere private, my fingers slipping beneath my knickers with the image of the Chosen One walking in on me and having his way with me while it stormed in my head.
God, Harry Potter was gorgeous, and every year I found something new to fancy about him. This year, it was his arms. I’d seen him coming out of the dormitory on the first day dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black trousers, his robes slung over his arm, his biceps so beautifully defined it made my heart flutter. From where I stood, I could see him smile at his friends as he left the common room and I licked my lips. I had to have him.
There was a spoke in my carnal wheel, however, and her name was Ginny Weasley. In the five years I’d shared a dormitory with Ginny, she’d been madly in love with Harry Potter. Over time I’d grown fond of Ginny; she was smart and witty and had the best stories, especially about Harry. The poor girl. She tried to deny it, but she was ready to become Mrs Potter and have his gorgeous green-eyed babies, despite the number of boyfriends she’d had over the last year and a half. I knew they were just substitutes. Sometimes I wanted to slap her for lack of initiative.
I had very little interest in marrying The Chosen One - I just wanted to have him first. Ginny, little did she know, would be responsible for this.
Ginny walked into the dormitory looking happy and tired, a tiny ball of purple fluff attached to her robes.
‘Hi Ginny, had a good summer then?’ I asked as I sorted my clothes into the small wardrobe, relieved to be using magic again.
‘Yeah, it was all right. Harry and Hermione came to stay, and we got some good Quidditch in.’
‘Really,’ I said quietly, my ears perking up at the mention of Harry’s name.
‘What’s that?’ I gestured to Ginny’s robes.
‘Oh, this is Arnold. He’s a Pygmy Puffskein from Fred and George’s shop. Here.’ She handed me a brightly coloured flyer from the pocket of her robes. ‘If a teacher gets hold of it it goes blank. I’m told it bursts into flame if Filch ever gets it.’
‘Clever.’ I perused the advertisements on the flyer which changed smoothly from item to item. I hadn’t had a chance to go to Diagon Alley before school as things had been so bad, so I hadn’t seen the twins’ shop at all. My parents had owl-ordered my books and supplies instead.
‘Love potions? Do they work?’ I asked, as a bright and glittery pink ad took up the next space. The flyer also boasted owl-orders available with a discount for Hogwarts students.
‘Apparently,’ Ginny said, her eyes and hands busy emptying her trunk. ‘None of us cared to try them out.’
Rain lashed against our dormitory window and I sat back on my bed listening to the distant roll of thunder.
It had taken me nearly a week, such was the popularity of these Weasley Love Potions, for me to get my hands on a few bottles. Fred and George had disguised the potion bottles in bottles of ink and a simple revealing spell exposed the true contents. I had very little intention of making Harry Potter love me; all I wanted was to induce a little lust and let things go from there. It would be very easy to slip him the required dosage based on the instructions on the bottle - the potion was tasteless so far, but it didn’t matter as the results, according to the potion makers, were fairly instantaneous. All I needed now was someone to tweak the recipe a bit for it to do what I wanted.
‘Jack!’
I pasted on my most dazzling smile as the boy turned around. It was quite an effort - he wasn’t the greatest to look at, Jack Sloper.
‘Hi, Romilda,’ he said, his pale cheeks colouring as I approached him. He’d always had a bit of a crush on me I’d been told, poor thing. I could at least use it to my advantage.
‘Listen, I was wondering if you could help me with some Potions homework,’ I said while casting my eyes downward and biting my lower lip. Jack may not have been all that great at athletics - we’d heard the unfortunate stories from Ginny about him hitting himself in the face with his Beater’s bat - but he was a dab hand at Potions.
‘Yeah, sure. When?’
‘Now?’ I asked. I pressed myself against him gently, my face close to his. Yes, laying it on this thick so as to confuse him was necessary.
‘OK,’ he said uncertainly, yet he smiled.
‘Great!’
’But Romilda, this is a love potion!’ Jack exclaimed once he’d poured it into his cauldron.
I nodded. ‘Yes, very good.’
He stared at me incredulously. ‘How could you possibly need a love potion?’ Then, he went very red and I had to smile.
‘What I actually want is for you to transform this into a lust potion,’ I whispered in his ear. ‘I know it’s possible.’ I let my hand slide down his stomach to his thigh, brushing gently across the bulge at his crotch. I did so love teenage boys for the ability to get them hot and bothered so easily.
‘I’ll make it worth your while.’
He swallowed hard and nodded.
An hour and a very punch-drunk Jack Sloper later, I emerged from the Potions lab with my prize. It had taken him only a few minutes to come once I’d begun to stroke him; I’d hardly gotten his flies down. At least it hadn’t been messy.
Three days later, I was in the library finishing Charms homework when lo and behold, Harry Potter emerged from between a couple of bookcases directly opposite me. He wasn’t alone. Hermione Granger was glaring and speaking very sternly to him. Suddenly, he looked over in my direction. Almost too shocked to react, I managed to smile my special come-hither smile and thought of the potion in my pocket - just before Hermione clocked him one with a newspaper, like a dog. Seemed quite uncalled for, really. Poor Harry. I could see that this Chosen One thing was going to be a bit of a problem to circumnavigate.
I decided then that I would have to try to get him to drink the potion sooner rather than later. If Hermione wasn’t letting him be alone in the library and beating him if he looked at other girls, it would only get worse.
Waiting for him in the stands after Quidditch practice was no good. He was never alone, and there was no way I was going to put myself in the position to look an idiot fan girl waiting to gush over how well he was playing. Waiting for him after classes or in the common room were equally weak ideas. The trouble was that it was such perfect weather - the skies were stormy nearly every day, the thunder rolled enticingly, and I found myself slipping off to the dormitory and locking the door more often than not to ease the ache.
It was two days before Hallowe’en and I’d stayed back in Herbology to help Professor Sprout move her new pots of Screechsnaps. The rain began to fall heavily and I thought wistfully of Harry.
‘Better get going, Romilda. Don’t want to miss your next class,’ said Professor Sprout loudly over the rain.
I grabbed my bag and left the greenhouses. Grinning to myself, I decided not to employ the use of a water-repelling charm and ran through the storm.
It was beautiful. The rain, though cold, was so refreshing and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud and the pleasure of my rain. I reached the castle doors off the courtyard, out of breath, muddy and delighted, and ran slap into someone going in the other direction. I hit the ground with a thud and was almost crushed by the body that fell on top of me. I opened my eyes to see who it was and glasses and green eyes flashed above me. I would have gasped, but I’d been winded by the fall.
‘Oh, shit, are you hurt?’ Harry scrambled off and knelt beside me.
Still unable to speak, I shook my head. My breath was coming a little easier and Harry helped me over to sit on one of the benches beneath the shelter of the eaves.
‘Come on, let me help you to the hospital wing,’ he said gently. ‘I’m really sorry.’
Harry had got wet in the rain. His hair was possibly even darker, and his eyes looked even greener, especially when he took off his glasses when they got frosted.
‘I’m all right,’ I said. ‘Just need to catch my breath for a few minutes.’
‘Why were you out in the rain?’ Harry asked.
‘I love it when it rains,’ I said with a smile. ‘It makes me h-happy.’
‘I heard you’d bought a love potion from Fred and George and were planning to use it on me.’
I laughed. ‘Who told you that?’
‘Some girls I know. I-I just thought I should tell you that… you wouldn’t have needed it.’
Within seconds we were kissing. I idly thought for a second or two of the Lust Potion which was locked safely in my trunk just in case it was found during school hours. Then, Harry cupped his hand over my breast and I thought of nothing else but what his hands and tongue were doing to me.
Harry pulled me into his lap and I straddled his hips, his head in my hands as we kissed. He tasted of peppermint, and just as delicious as I’d hoped he would be. It wouldn’t be long until the bell rang for the next class, but something about being caught made it all the more exciting.
I gasped into his mouth when with one simple movement, he slithered his hand beneath my skirt and he brushed his finger along the slippery wetness before sliding it into me.
‘Christ,’ he muttered. ‘It’s good to have you off my mind and in my hands.’
‘Hmm, likewise.’ I unzipped his trousers and touched him. He was hard and thick, and he moaned in my ear as I began to stroke him.
A roll of thunder echoed through the courtyard, and I writhed against Harry’s hands, my breath quickening along with his fingers. I could feel myself getting closer. Heat rose in my chest and my legs shook, and I bucked my hips against him, my orgasm crashing down upon me as the second rumble of thunder shook the courtyard.
I caught my breath once more as Harry removed his hand from under my skirt and kissed me.
‘Your turn,’ I told him and, dropping to my knees, I took Harry Potter’s cock in my mouth.
He hissed his approval, his hand reaching to wind in my wet hair as I sucked him down.
‘So good,’ he muttered.
I looked up at him and he was staring back at me through heavy-lidded eyes that followed the progress of my mouth and closed when I rolled his balls in my hand. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel him shudder beneath me. His balls tightened in my hand and seconds later he came with a gasp.
The rain had slowed to a drizzle. The storm had passed.
Harry had time to zip up his trousers and help me to my feet before the bell rang.
He smiled and licked his lips. ‘I’ll see you around.’
‘Yeah, you too,’ I whispered.
Later, I dug in my trunk and held the little bottle of potion in my hand and stared out the window.
Christmas was coming. Perhaps it would be fun to do it in the snow.
Author/Artist: charmed310
Prompt: Rain always made Romilda feel aroused; mainly because her mind conjured up various fantasies of Harry Potter snogging her in the Quidditch pitch while both of them were soaking wet.. or her running into Harry after both being caught in the rain and Romilda proceeding to pull all his soaked clothes off him...
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Romilda Vane
Word Count: 2200
Rating: R
Warning(s): Blowjob, hand-job (if you squint), teenagers
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I hope you like my first foray into het and school-age characters!
Summary: I had very little interest in marrying The Chosen One - I just wanted to have him first.
It always started with a smell, that first rain at Hogwarts. The hot summer had baked the old stones of the courtyards at Hogwarts, and they thrilled at the first feel of rain. The trees and the grass were fresh, and the air was moist. My nerves tingled at that first roll of thunder, and I was entranced by that smell.
Since I was a little girl, I loved the rain. It started innocently, as things often do; jumping in puddles, tasting the clean rain with the tip of my tongue, taking off my raincoat and turning circles in the rain until I was soaked to the skin and my mother was livid and poured Pepper Up down my throat every other day - I hated that part - but the rain continued to make me happy, and I never missed a chance to take advantage of a good thunderstorm.
Now, as a young woman, the rain had a very different effect on me, especially that first rain of a new year which brought about the utter bliss of seeing him again. Often I couldn’t control myself when it rained and I had to find somewhere private, my fingers slipping beneath my knickers with the image of the Chosen One walking in on me and having his way with me while it stormed in my head.
God, Harry Potter was gorgeous, and every year I found something new to fancy about him. This year, it was his arms. I’d seen him coming out of the dormitory on the first day dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black trousers, his robes slung over his arm, his biceps so beautifully defined it made my heart flutter. From where I stood, I could see him smile at his friends as he left the common room and I licked my lips. I had to have him.
There was a spoke in my carnal wheel, however, and her name was Ginny Weasley. In the five years I’d shared a dormitory with Ginny, she’d been madly in love with Harry Potter. Over time I’d grown fond of Ginny; she was smart and witty and had the best stories, especially about Harry. The poor girl. She tried to deny it, but she was ready to become Mrs Potter and have his gorgeous green-eyed babies, despite the number of boyfriends she’d had over the last year and a half. I knew they were just substitutes. Sometimes I wanted to slap her for lack of initiative.
I had very little interest in marrying The Chosen One - I just wanted to have him first. Ginny, little did she know, would be responsible for this.
Ginny walked into the dormitory looking happy and tired, a tiny ball of purple fluff attached to her robes.
‘Hi Ginny, had a good summer then?’ I asked as I sorted my clothes into the small wardrobe, relieved to be using magic again.
‘Yeah, it was all right. Harry and Hermione came to stay, and we got some good Quidditch in.’
‘Really,’ I said quietly, my ears perking up at the mention of Harry’s name.
‘What’s that?’ I gestured to Ginny’s robes.
‘Oh, this is Arnold. He’s a Pygmy Puffskein from Fred and George’s shop. Here.’ She handed me a brightly coloured flyer from the pocket of her robes. ‘If a teacher gets hold of it it goes blank. I’m told it bursts into flame if Filch ever gets it.’
‘Clever.’ I perused the advertisements on the flyer which changed smoothly from item to item. I hadn’t had a chance to go to Diagon Alley before school as things had been so bad, so I hadn’t seen the twins’ shop at all. My parents had owl-ordered my books and supplies instead.
‘Love potions? Do they work?’ I asked, as a bright and glittery pink ad took up the next space. The flyer also boasted owl-orders available with a discount for Hogwarts students.
‘Apparently,’ Ginny said, her eyes and hands busy emptying her trunk. ‘None of us cared to try them out.’
Rain lashed against our dormitory window and I sat back on my bed listening to the distant roll of thunder.
It had taken me nearly a week, such was the popularity of these Weasley Love Potions, for me to get my hands on a few bottles. Fred and George had disguised the potion bottles in bottles of ink and a simple revealing spell exposed the true contents. I had very little intention of making Harry Potter love me; all I wanted was to induce a little lust and let things go from there. It would be very easy to slip him the required dosage based on the instructions on the bottle - the potion was tasteless so far, but it didn’t matter as the results, according to the potion makers, were fairly instantaneous. All I needed now was someone to tweak the recipe a bit for it to do what I wanted.
‘Jack!’
I pasted on my most dazzling smile as the boy turned around. It was quite an effort - he wasn’t the greatest to look at, Jack Sloper.
‘Hi, Romilda,’ he said, his pale cheeks colouring as I approached him. He’d always had a bit of a crush on me I’d been told, poor thing. I could at least use it to my advantage.
‘Listen, I was wondering if you could help me with some Potions homework,’ I said while casting my eyes downward and biting my lower lip. Jack may not have been all that great at athletics - we’d heard the unfortunate stories from Ginny about him hitting himself in the face with his Beater’s bat - but he was a dab hand at Potions.
‘Yeah, sure. When?’
‘Now?’ I asked. I pressed myself against him gently, my face close to his. Yes, laying it on this thick so as to confuse him was necessary.
‘OK,’ he said uncertainly, yet he smiled.
‘Great!’
’But Romilda, this is a love potion!’ Jack exclaimed once he’d poured it into his cauldron.
I nodded. ‘Yes, very good.’
He stared at me incredulously. ‘How could you possibly need a love potion?’ Then, he went very red and I had to smile.
‘What I actually want is for you to transform this into a lust potion,’ I whispered in his ear. ‘I know it’s possible.’ I let my hand slide down his stomach to his thigh, brushing gently across the bulge at his crotch. I did so love teenage boys for the ability to get them hot and bothered so easily.
‘I’ll make it worth your while.’
He swallowed hard and nodded.
An hour and a very punch-drunk Jack Sloper later, I emerged from the Potions lab with my prize. It had taken him only a few minutes to come once I’d begun to stroke him; I’d hardly gotten his flies down. At least it hadn’t been messy.
Three days later, I was in the library finishing Charms homework when lo and behold, Harry Potter emerged from between a couple of bookcases directly opposite me. He wasn’t alone. Hermione Granger was glaring and speaking very sternly to him. Suddenly, he looked over in my direction. Almost too shocked to react, I managed to smile my special come-hither smile and thought of the potion in my pocket - just before Hermione clocked him one with a newspaper, like a dog. Seemed quite uncalled for, really. Poor Harry. I could see that this Chosen One thing was going to be a bit of a problem to circumnavigate.
I decided then that I would have to try to get him to drink the potion sooner rather than later. If Hermione wasn’t letting him be alone in the library and beating him if he looked at other girls, it would only get worse.
Waiting for him in the stands after Quidditch practice was no good. He was never alone, and there was no way I was going to put myself in the position to look an idiot fan girl waiting to gush over how well he was playing. Waiting for him after classes or in the common room were equally weak ideas. The trouble was that it was such perfect weather - the skies were stormy nearly every day, the thunder rolled enticingly, and I found myself slipping off to the dormitory and locking the door more often than not to ease the ache.
It was two days before Hallowe’en and I’d stayed back in Herbology to help Professor Sprout move her new pots of Screechsnaps. The rain began to fall heavily and I thought wistfully of Harry.
‘Better get going, Romilda. Don’t want to miss your next class,’ said Professor Sprout loudly over the rain.
I grabbed my bag and left the greenhouses. Grinning to myself, I decided not to employ the use of a water-repelling charm and ran through the storm.
It was beautiful. The rain, though cold, was so refreshing and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud and the pleasure of my rain. I reached the castle doors off the courtyard, out of breath, muddy and delighted, and ran slap into someone going in the other direction. I hit the ground with a thud and was almost crushed by the body that fell on top of me. I opened my eyes to see who it was and glasses and green eyes flashed above me. I would have gasped, but I’d been winded by the fall.
‘Oh, shit, are you hurt?’ Harry scrambled off and knelt beside me.
Still unable to speak, I shook my head. My breath was coming a little easier and Harry helped me over to sit on one of the benches beneath the shelter of the eaves.
‘Come on, let me help you to the hospital wing,’ he said gently. ‘I’m really sorry.’
Harry had got wet in the rain. His hair was possibly even darker, and his eyes looked even greener, especially when he took off his glasses when they got frosted.
‘I’m all right,’ I said. ‘Just need to catch my breath for a few minutes.’
‘Why were you out in the rain?’ Harry asked.
‘I love it when it rains,’ I said with a smile. ‘It makes me h-happy.’
‘I heard you’d bought a love potion from Fred and George and were planning to use it on me.’
I laughed. ‘Who told you that?’
‘Some girls I know. I-I just thought I should tell you that… you wouldn’t have needed it.’
Within seconds we were kissing. I idly thought for a second or two of the Lust Potion which was locked safely in my trunk just in case it was found during school hours. Then, Harry cupped his hand over my breast and I thought of nothing else but what his hands and tongue were doing to me.
Harry pulled me into his lap and I straddled his hips, his head in my hands as we kissed. He tasted of peppermint, and just as delicious as I’d hoped he would be. It wouldn’t be long until the bell rang for the next class, but something about being caught made it all the more exciting.
I gasped into his mouth when with one simple movement, he slithered his hand beneath my skirt and he brushed his finger along the slippery wetness before sliding it into me.
‘Christ,’ he muttered. ‘It’s good to have you off my mind and in my hands.’
‘Hmm, likewise.’ I unzipped his trousers and touched him. He was hard and thick, and he moaned in my ear as I began to stroke him.
A roll of thunder echoed through the courtyard, and I writhed against Harry’s hands, my breath quickening along with his fingers. I could feel myself getting closer. Heat rose in my chest and my legs shook, and I bucked my hips against him, my orgasm crashing down upon me as the second rumble of thunder shook the courtyard.
I caught my breath once more as Harry removed his hand from under my skirt and kissed me.
‘Your turn,’ I told him and, dropping to my knees, I took Harry Potter’s cock in my mouth.
He hissed his approval, his hand reaching to wind in my wet hair as I sucked him down.
‘So good,’ he muttered.
I looked up at him and he was staring back at me through heavy-lidded eyes that followed the progress of my mouth and closed when I rolled his balls in my hand. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel him shudder beneath me. His balls tightened in my hand and seconds later he came with a gasp.
The rain had slowed to a drizzle. The storm had passed.
Harry had time to zip up his trousers and help me to my feet before the bell rang.
He smiled and licked his lips. ‘I’ll see you around.’
‘Yeah, you too,’ I whispered.
Later, I dug in my trunk and held the little bottle of potion in my hand and stared out the window.
Christmas was coming. Perhaps it would be fun to do it in the snow.