FIC: Won't Take No
Title: Won't Take No
Author/Artist: lrthunder
Prompt:After a particular Rainy Quidditch practice All Harry wants is to get out of his soaked uniform and have a hot shower, he runs into Romilda Vane, who this time won't take no for an answer.
Prompt submitted by: katminx_fics
Pairing(s): Harry/Romilda
Word Count/Art Medium:1,253
Rating:NC-17
Warning(s): Underage (Romilda's 16 or 17) [MOD NOTE: dub-con]
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: This takes place two years after Half-Blood Prince and Harry has returned for his official seventh year. That explains Romilda being in the story and not as young as in Half-Blood Prince.
Summary: After Quidditch practice, All Harry wants to do is take a shower. Too bad Romilda Vane won't let him.
The storm came up suddenly. One minute, the skies were clear, and the next, rain poured down from dark clouds. Harry almost missed a Chaser as the rain obscured his vision. Despite several attempts to clear his vision, the rain continued to make practice difficult.
After he missed a Bludger for the third time, he blew the whistle. He hoped the rest of the team heard him over the pouring rain. "STOP!"
They heard him because he thought he saw the rest of the team stop. "Everybody on the ground now!" he bellowed. He was the first one to land. A minute later, the rest of the team joined him in the middle of the pitch. "That was a great practice, everybody! Now, that's it for the day! Remember, our match against Slytherin's coming up in a couple of weeks!"
"We'll beat them easily!" one Chaser said.
"They won't stand a chance!" a Beater agreed.
Harry grimaced. That was what the team had thought during his third year against Hufflepuff. Instead, they had lost, although the Dementors' presence had something to do with that as well.
"If we keep practicing hard, we'll beat Slytherin! Now let's get inside or Madam Pomfrey will have our heads if we get sick!" Harry told them.
He heard muttered agreements as they walked to the changing rooms. He stayed behind to collect the Quidditch equipment. As he did, the rain continued to soak him. He was looking forward to a nice, hot shower.
By the time he arrived at the changing rooms, the rest of the team had come and gone. At least he would get a nice, long shower by himself.
However, he was wrong.
Standing in the changing room was the last person he ever expected to see: Romilda Vane.
He scowled. "Romilda, what are you doing here?"
She smiled innocently. "I came to see you, of course."
Harry sighed. "Couldn't it have waited? Besides, this is only for Quidditch players."
She smirked. "What are you going to do, put me in detention?"
"Don't tempt me."
Romilda looked around and continued to smirk. "Since you're not Head Boy or a Prefect, and Granger or Weasley aren't here, I guess you'll have to wait."
"Romilda, I really don't have time for this. I just want to take a shower."
"I'm not leaving and I'm not taking no for an answer this time. You think you're so great since you defeated You-Know-Who," Romilda said.
"I see. You think I enjoy my fame and snub people all the time. Well, then you don't know me very well," Harry replied.
"Hardly. I just want a few minutes of your time. After that, you can take your shower in peace."
He sighed. "If a few minutes of my time is worth a peaceful shower, then tell me what you want."
Romilda smiled. Instead of talking, she walked up to him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His eyes widened in surprise, and he tried to back away. She didn't let him. She kept a tight grip around him, holding him to her.
After a minute, he finally was able to break loose. "What are you doing?"
She smirked. "I'm telling you what I want."
"Are you wanting to snog me?"
"Actually, I want to do more than that, Harry."
Before Harry could reply, she took off her jumper and began unbuttoning her blouse. Harry continued to stare at her as she continued to undress. "You know, Harry, this will be over a lot sooner if you helped me."
Harry knew he shouldn't give in. He was dating Ginny. His decision to come back and actually do his seventh year meant he could spend as much time with her as he wanted. But Romilda was throwing herself at him. He had to resist. He just had to resist.
But he couldn't. He hurriedly began undressing as well. His Quidditch robes fell to the floor with her blouse and skirt. He gulped as he saw her bra-clad chest. She noticed his reaction and smirked. "Do you like what you see, Harry?"
Harry nodded mutely.
Romilda continued to smile. "So, whose breasts do you like better: Ginny's or mine?"
"Actually … "
"Yes?"
"Ginny and I haven't actually gotten this far," he admitted.
"Well, that's quite unfortunate for her, but good news for me," she replied as she undid her bra. "Now, shouldn't you finish undressing?"
He did. Soon, they were both naked and Harry led her into the showers. He turned on the showers and guided her under the shower spray. They began snogging again, their hands roaming over each other's naked bodies.
Ginny, forgive me, he thought as he pressed himself against her.
"Yes, that's nice," Romilda purred as she felt his cock pressed against her. "Now, why don't you put that cock to better use?"
Harry growled and pushed her up against the wall. She gasped as he positioned himself and entered her with one thrust. She clung to him as he continued thrusting into her.
"Yes, that's it, Harry. Fuck me harder!" she hissed.
He did as she demanded. As he continued to slam his cock into her, he kissed her neck. She moaned and cried out. They didn't care about the shower water. All they cared about was shagging.
He couldn't believe how good she felt. He felt a twinge of guilt for cheating on Ginny, but his body didn't mind. All it wanted was the feel of Romilda's naked skin pressed against his.
"Do you like this, Harry? Do you think Ginny would do this for you?" she asked.
Harry didn't want to answer immediately. All he wanted to do was shag Romilda. "Oh, fuck," he moaned as he continued thrusting into her.
Romilda smirked. "I guess that's a no. Why don't we take this someplace else?"
"Good idea."
Harry took her hand and led her out of the shower area, leaving the water running. He guided her over to a bench and lied down. She smiled as she lowered herself onto his cock. "Oh, fuck!" she cried as she began riding him.
Harry put his hands on her hips as she rode him. A couple of times, he started to move them, but stopped.
"What's the matter?" she asked as she continued to ride him.
"Nothing."
Romilda smiled knowingly. She reached down and guided his hands to her breasts. "Is that better?"
"Yes."
"Good."
As they continued shagging, a thought occurred to Harry. "Romilda, wait."
"Sorry, Harry, but there's not any time to waste," she said as she tilted her head back.
She was right. He wanted nothing more than to continue shagging her. Suppressing any doubts, he picked her up, causing her to squeal. He carried her to the closest wall and entered her again. He started thrusting into her again..
"Oh, fuck, Harry. That's good!" she screamed.
"I'm close!" he grunted.
"Give it to me," she ordered him.
He doubted he could hold back even if he wanted to. He thrust into one final time and spilled his seed into her. She cried out his name as she climaxed. Afterwards, he lowered her gently to the floor.
"Did you like that, Harry?"
His conscience began eating at him, but he nodded. "I did, but don't tell Ginny."
Romilda smirked. "I won't, on one condition."
He looked at her warily. "What's that?"
"That this won't be the last time we do this," she replied.
"I'll see what I can do."
THE END
Author/Artist: lrthunder
Prompt:After a particular Rainy Quidditch practice All Harry wants is to get out of his soaked uniform and have a hot shower, he runs into Romilda Vane, who this time won't take no for an answer.
Prompt submitted by: katminx_fics
Pairing(s): Harry/Romilda
Word Count/Art Medium:1,253
Rating:NC-17
Warning(s): Underage (Romilda's 16 or 17) [MOD NOTE: dub-con]
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: This takes place two years after Half-Blood Prince and Harry has returned for his official seventh year. That explains Romilda being in the story and not as young as in Half-Blood Prince.
Summary: After Quidditch practice, All Harry wants to do is take a shower. Too bad Romilda Vane won't let him.
The storm came up suddenly. One minute, the skies were clear, and the next, rain poured down from dark clouds. Harry almost missed a Chaser as the rain obscured his vision. Despite several attempts to clear his vision, the rain continued to make practice difficult.
After he missed a Bludger for the third time, he blew the whistle. He hoped the rest of the team heard him over the pouring rain. "STOP!"
They heard him because he thought he saw the rest of the team stop. "Everybody on the ground now!" he bellowed. He was the first one to land. A minute later, the rest of the team joined him in the middle of the pitch. "That was a great practice, everybody! Now, that's it for the day! Remember, our match against Slytherin's coming up in a couple of weeks!"
"We'll beat them easily!" one Chaser said.
"They won't stand a chance!" a Beater agreed.
Harry grimaced. That was what the team had thought during his third year against Hufflepuff. Instead, they had lost, although the Dementors' presence had something to do with that as well.
"If we keep practicing hard, we'll beat Slytherin! Now let's get inside or Madam Pomfrey will have our heads if we get sick!" Harry told them.
He heard muttered agreements as they walked to the changing rooms. He stayed behind to collect the Quidditch equipment. As he did, the rain continued to soak him. He was looking forward to a nice, hot shower.
By the time he arrived at the changing rooms, the rest of the team had come and gone. At least he would get a nice, long shower by himself.
However, he was wrong.
Standing in the changing room was the last person he ever expected to see: Romilda Vane.
He scowled. "Romilda, what are you doing here?"
She smiled innocently. "I came to see you, of course."
Harry sighed. "Couldn't it have waited? Besides, this is only for Quidditch players."
She smirked. "What are you going to do, put me in detention?"
"Don't tempt me."
Romilda looked around and continued to smirk. "Since you're not Head Boy or a Prefect, and Granger or Weasley aren't here, I guess you'll have to wait."
"Romilda, I really don't have time for this. I just want to take a shower."
"I'm not leaving and I'm not taking no for an answer this time. You think you're so great since you defeated You-Know-Who," Romilda said.
"I see. You think I enjoy my fame and snub people all the time. Well, then you don't know me very well," Harry replied.
"Hardly. I just want a few minutes of your time. After that, you can take your shower in peace."
He sighed. "If a few minutes of my time is worth a peaceful shower, then tell me what you want."
Romilda smiled. Instead of talking, she walked up to him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His eyes widened in surprise, and he tried to back away. She didn't let him. She kept a tight grip around him, holding him to her.
After a minute, he finally was able to break loose. "What are you doing?"
She smirked. "I'm telling you what I want."
"Are you wanting to snog me?"
"Actually, I want to do more than that, Harry."
Before Harry could reply, she took off her jumper and began unbuttoning her blouse. Harry continued to stare at her as she continued to undress. "You know, Harry, this will be over a lot sooner if you helped me."
Harry knew he shouldn't give in. He was dating Ginny. His decision to come back and actually do his seventh year meant he could spend as much time with her as he wanted. But Romilda was throwing herself at him. He had to resist. He just had to resist.
But he couldn't. He hurriedly began undressing as well. His Quidditch robes fell to the floor with her blouse and skirt. He gulped as he saw her bra-clad chest. She noticed his reaction and smirked. "Do you like what you see, Harry?"
Harry nodded mutely.
Romilda continued to smile. "So, whose breasts do you like better: Ginny's or mine?"
"Actually … "
"Yes?"
"Ginny and I haven't actually gotten this far," he admitted.
"Well, that's quite unfortunate for her, but good news for me," she replied as she undid her bra. "Now, shouldn't you finish undressing?"
He did. Soon, they were both naked and Harry led her into the showers. He turned on the showers and guided her under the shower spray. They began snogging again, their hands roaming over each other's naked bodies.
Ginny, forgive me, he thought as he pressed himself against her.
"Yes, that's nice," Romilda purred as she felt his cock pressed against her. "Now, why don't you put that cock to better use?"
Harry growled and pushed her up against the wall. She gasped as he positioned himself and entered her with one thrust. She clung to him as he continued thrusting into her.
"Yes, that's it, Harry. Fuck me harder!" she hissed.
He did as she demanded. As he continued to slam his cock into her, he kissed her neck. She moaned and cried out. They didn't care about the shower water. All they cared about was shagging.
He couldn't believe how good she felt. He felt a twinge of guilt for cheating on Ginny, but his body didn't mind. All it wanted was the feel of Romilda's naked skin pressed against his.
"Do you like this, Harry? Do you think Ginny would do this for you?" she asked.
Harry didn't want to answer immediately. All he wanted to do was shag Romilda. "Oh, fuck," he moaned as he continued thrusting into her.
Romilda smirked. "I guess that's a no. Why don't we take this someplace else?"
"Good idea."
Harry took her hand and led her out of the shower area, leaving the water running. He guided her over to a bench and lied down. She smiled as she lowered herself onto his cock. "Oh, fuck!" she cried as she began riding him.
Harry put his hands on her hips as she rode him. A couple of times, he started to move them, but stopped.
"What's the matter?" she asked as she continued to ride him.
"Nothing."
Romilda smiled knowingly. She reached down and guided his hands to her breasts. "Is that better?"
"Yes."
"Good."
As they continued shagging, a thought occurred to Harry. "Romilda, wait."
"Sorry, Harry, but there's not any time to waste," she said as she tilted her head back.
She was right. He wanted nothing more than to continue shagging her. Suppressing any doubts, he picked her up, causing her to squeal. He carried her to the closest wall and entered her again. He started thrusting into her again..
"Oh, fuck, Harry. That's good!" she screamed.
"I'm close!" he grunted.
"Give it to me," she ordered him.
He doubted he could hold back even if he wanted to. He thrust into one final time and spilled his seed into her. She cried out his name as she climaxed. Afterwards, he lowered her gently to the floor.
"Did you like that, Harry?"
His conscience began eating at him, but he nodded. "I did, but don't tell Ginny."
Romilda smirked. "I won't, on one condition."
He looked at her warily. "What's that?"
"That this won't be the last time we do this," she replied.
"I'll see what I can do."
THE END