Just Ask Part 2 (Harry Potter/Romilda Vane)

Romilda had always been a girl who was confident in her looks. She didn’t think this was arrogance. She was just good to look at and always had been. No, she had never felt ugly in her life, until now.

It wasn’t that she was in a bad state. In fact, she’d never done her makeup this carefully before, and her hair was braided perfectly. She wore a red dress that was cut quite low, leaving her shoulders in view of anyone who turned their head her way. In short, she looked great. She just didn’t feel it was enough.

Still, she walked down the stairs to the common room. There, she found Harry waiting for her in dress robes. Every single one of her doubts got worse, but it was hard to pay attention to them past how hard her heart was beating.

“Ready to go?” Harry asked.

“Yes?” Romilda squeaked.

She wished it didn’t sound so much like a question.

Harry reached out his hand. She laid hers on top of it, feeling his fingers squeeze her hand. They left the Gryffindor common room, crossing the castle side by side, heading toward a party being held by none other than Horace Slughorn.

Romilda liked Slughorn. He wasn’t mean like Snape, and he even hosted a party! Not one she would’ve ever been invited to, but that hardly mattered. What was important was that Harry had been invited. And what was REALLY important was that he had picked Romilda of all people to be his date.

This was different from Hogsmeade. Here, people would recognize them, and associate them, and realize that they were on a proper date. It was all almost too much, and Romilda might have run away if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry was holding her hand.

Her nervousness didn’t get any better when they arrived at the party. She expected students, but it was more than that. There was Harry of course, her hanging off his arm, and others like Hermione that Romilda recognized. But Gwenog Jones was there, the star Quidditch player. And over there was a high ranking ministry official. And then there was a genius Potioneer…

Romilda’s head was spinning by the time she was forced to step aside for a genuine VAMPIRE. She’d gotten a drink by now, but she hadn’t been able to take a single sip, because her hand was shaking so badly that the liquid kept sloshing.

“It’s alright,” Harry whispered to her. “You don’t have to be so nervous. Nobody's looking.”

That wasn’t quite true. They were definitely looking at HIM, and then Romilda was close enough that she got caught in the crossfire. She could see each of them thinking the same question. That’s Harry Potter, but who’s the nobody hanging off of his arm?

Suddenly, Slughorn himself was in front of them.

“Harry!” greeted the professor. “Just who I was looking for! So glad you could attend.”

“Hello, Professor,” Harry greeted with a smile. “It’s good to see you.”

“I’m glad!” Slughorn looked to the side. “And how is this?”

“My date,” Harry said. “Meet Romilda Vane.”

“Hello,” Romilda said.

“Vane? Vane…” Slughorn shook his head. “I’m not sure I’ve heard that name. Who is your family?”

“Well my mom is a Muggle,” Romilda admitted. “My dad works at the ministry?”

Slughorn brightened. “Oh! And what is he in charge of?”

“Nothing, sir,” Romilda admitted. “He’s an investigator for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. He goes to sites and figures out what went wrong.”

“Wonderful,” Slughorn said, but he had already turned away from her. “Harry, I had someone you just have to meet. A few someone's, really, if you can just spare a moment. It’s fine, Ms. Vane, you really don’t need to come along. It’ll just take a moment, Harry.”

The professor began to pull Harry along, and Romilda felt a strong desire to escape, be it by hiding in a corner or running out of the room entirely. She spent the whole evening feeling like she wasn't good enough to be here with Harry, and seeing Slughorn dismiss her just like that only made these feelings double. 

Just as these feelings hit their worst, she noticed that Harry hadn’t lost his grip on her hand.

“That’s alright, Professor,” he said. “We were just popping by, in fact.”

Slughorn’s hands dropped to his sides. “You’re leaving?!”

“Yes,” Harry said. He sounded a little apologetic, but not overly so. “I couldn’t stand the idea of turning down your invitation, but I do have lots to do tonight, so I was only stopping in for a moment.”

Slughorn was left gaping as Harry casually turned around and walked out of the room, still holding Romilda’s hand, who was almost as stunned as Slughorn was. They’d only been at the party for thirty minutes at the most, and they were already leaving?

“I didn’t know your visit was only going to be that short!” Romilda said. “You never mentioned that!”

“I didn’t know it would be either, until just now,” Harry said. He glanced at her. “After all, you were feeling uncomfortable, weren’t you?”

Romilda blushed, finding herself unable to answer. He noticed? No, he didn’t just notice, he actually left. For HER sake.

“You didn’t have to…” Romilda mumbled, feeling absolutely thrilled inside.

Harry laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not giving anything up. I didn’t really want to go, either. So consider this me using you as an excuse.”

That did very little to dampen Romilda’s spirits. She was so excited that it took her a long time to notice they weren’t walking back toward the common room. Suddenly, Harry let go of her hand, but only to pace back and forth in an empty hallway.

“What about the other things you told Slughorn you had to do?” Romilda asked. “Was that a lie?”

“Of course not. I have something very important to do.” Harry stopped pacing, and the wally behind Romilda popped open. “YOU.”

Suddenly Harry had scooped her up. He carried Romilda like a princess, and with her hair done and her nice dress on, she actually felt like one. Especially in the arms of a gallant hero.

The room Harry had taken her to was unlike any she had seen at Hogwarts. It was a bedroom so lavish that it only played into Romilda’s delusions of princess hood. There was a four poster bed with lacy veils hanging around the sides right in the middle, while Harry’s steps sunk into the soft carpet under their feet.

“To tell the truth, I was going to ditch that party sooner rather than later even before Slughorn talked to us,” Harry said. “There’s only so long that a man can hold back after seeing a girl like you in that dress.”

Romilda blushed. And while she was bright red, he kissed her.

They made out as he finished the walk to the bed, dropping her onto it. He started to follow her onto the bed, but Romilda planted her hands on his stomach and stopped him.

“Wait!” she said. “I want to do something for you.”

He had been so gallant all evening that she was physically drooling about what was to come. She couldn’t think of a better way to pay him back than this.

The bed was somehow at a completely perfect height, so that when Romilda rolled over onto her stomach she was directly level with the crotch of Harry’s dress robes.

Romilda pulled them open with eager hands, drawing out the penis hidden underneath. It was just as large, warm, and wonderful as it had been back in Hogsmeade. Romilda eagerly took it in her mouth.

She’d read at least seven different how-to guides on the best way to do this, but it was her first time actually trying to put them into practice. She used her tongue as much as possible, spelling her name. Or was that meant for using on women?

Whatever the case was, she might not have had all the skills, but what she did have was more than ample enthusiasm.

It was a bit uncomfortable, Romilda had to admit, when Harry hit the back of her throat. It felt as if she couldn’t breathe. But this was Harry they were talking about! If she choked on his thick member then at least Romilda Vane would be going out in style.

She could feel tears sliding down her cheeks. That perfect makeup that she applied so painstakingly was dripping down her face. Romilda didn’t care though. She couldn’t have been happier.

Two big hands landed on the back of her head.

“Here,” Harry said, “allow me.”

The next time Romilda slid down his shaft, it wasn’t her own doing.

Harry pushed her head down. He pushed her back up a moment later, only to drag her back down. Romilda had been so energetic earlier that Harry wasn’t even making her go faster as he took over and fucked her throat. He was just moving her head in ways that felt better to him. His groans of pleasure were music to Romilda’s ears.

Suddenly, he let go of her. Romilda was so surprised that she pulled her head off of his length. She could see it though: he was past the point of no return. As Harry grabbed his shaft and gave it a few quick jerks. Romilda pushed herself up on her knees, resting her hands on her thighs and opening her mouth. Romilda trembled as she waited.

Harry’s cum splattered across her face a moment later. Some of it ended up in her mouth, and the rest she licked off of her cheeks. When she was done, she looked up at Harry heavily.

“You made me feel so special earlier,” she said. “Like a princess. It made me so happy… But now, I want you to treat me like your own… royal… whore.”

Romilda leaned back, raising her legs, giving Harry a view straight up the bottom of her dress. Harry growled, grinning as he yanked off his dress robes in a few sharp tugs.

Moments later he had grabbed Romilda’s shoulder, rolling her over and pushing her down flat on the bed. Her chin bounced against the mattress. She felt the zipper on her dress get yanked down, followed by the whole dress being pulled off her. Her underwear didn’t last any longer. Romilda gasped as she was left nude, lying on her stomach, and felt those strong hands land on her ass.

Then Harry was inside her. He was so deep inside of her. The wooden frame itself creaked under the force of his thrusts. Romilda didn’t even try to keep her voice down.

“I love it Harry! Fuck me, Harry! Pound me! Ah!”

He grabbed her curly hair, in its elaborate braid, and yanked it. Romilda’s head turned up, her mouth opening, and then he was there, kissing her. She felt his muscles against her smaller back. Her perky butt flattened underneath him, while her pussy orgasmed all over his powerful dick.

Harry’s tongue rooted through her mouth from above, much the way his dick was exploring Romilda’s insides. Suddenly he pulled up, but it was only to let a large glop of drool drip down into Romilda’s open mouth. To her, it tasted like nectar.

Harry dragged her up onto her knees, going onto his knees himself. Romilda’s breasts bounced all over her chest, shaking violently. With a strong grip on her elbows, Harry held her up as she screamed and moaned his name over and over again.

Just when Romilda thought that this couldn’t get any better, she felt her breath get cut off.

One of Harry’s muscular arms had hooked around her neck. It pressed down, holding her tightly. Her tongue drooped out of her mouth as she lost herself in the feeling of Harry’s touch. His hips slammed into hers a final time before pulling out. 

Romilda felt sticky, warm cum hit her lower back and stuck there. Harry let go of her. She fell forward, laying on her face and knees, gasping to replace the breath she had been missing. She felt Harry tap his dick against her bum, knocking loose extra bits of semen to join the rest on her back. Then, when he was clean, the head of his dick rubbed against her slit again.

“It was still completely hard.”

“Well, “whore”,” Harry said, and you could hear the quote marks in his voice, “I hope you charge by the hour. Because I plan to have you all night.”

Romilda had never been so glad that she was born pretty. She didn’t care if everyone at Slughorn’s party looked at her like a nobody. She didn’t care if she really was a nobody. All that mattered was that she was pretty enough to turn Harry on. SHE had made his dick hard through two orgasms and counting. She was good enough that he wanted her all to himself, even just for the night. She felt so fulfilled.

And to think, all it had taken to get here, was asking him out one time.

Who needs a love potion, when you can use a hot body and good manners.