Broom Closet Encounters - Unexpected Partner

Harry walked around the hallway a few times. He made a circuit, making sure no one was around. This year has been horrible. Getting caught trying to sneak in a known hook-up location would only make things worse. He was pretty sure that the prefects that were loyal to Umbridge still held this place sacred. The Broom Closet had been a long-standing tradition that hopefully would outlast all of this nonsense. It went beyond House Pride or personal loyalties.

He fought the urge to check the map. Part of the experience was not knowing who you would wind up with. The first person there got to decide if they wanted the lights on or off. He wasn't going to use the map to sneak a look.

Honestly, he wasn't sure which he would choose if he was first. Lights on would be nice to see who the person was. Darkness might be better though. He'd just be a guy rather than Harry Potter. That would ease some pressure.

On his third circuit he saw the door was marked as occupied and waiting. Three stripes of color near the handle denoted it was a girl looking for a boy. Somewhere in time the frame had been enchanted with a simple code to display a basic message. Pink equaled female, Blue meant male, and green was open. The top line, currently pink, meant that a girl had been in there first. She wanted a guy, marked blue, as a partner, and the third stripe, green, meant it was open. The top two lines would fade away and the bottom would shift to red to mark that the room was occupied.

No one really talked about the broom closet. It was just kind of known. Similar to the RoR, but more accessible. Come to think about it, he couldn't remember who had told him where it was. He just knew.

That was a train of thought for another day.

Harry took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and stepped inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the dark hallway to the bright light of the room. He froze. Before him stood Millicent Bulstrode. This had been a trap.

"Fuck." Harry went for his wand.

"What are you doing?" She stared at him.

Harry froze. Her voice was different than he had expected. It wasn't high-pitched, it was throatier. A flash of a black and white movie with a woman singing on stage came to mind.  Come to think of it, he hadn't ever heard her talk.

"This isn't a trap?" Harry spoke slowly.

"No." She replied rolling her eyes.

Now that he had a moment to think, he studied the area. The room was bigger than a normal broom closet, closet to a walk-in closet really. Someone had managed to fit a bed and a couple of chairs inside, leaving room for people to comfortably stand beside it. His scan of the space stopped when he noticed a folded school robe on one of the chairs.

Harry looked back at Millicent, once again surprised. The last time he could remember actually seeing her was in second year when Hermione tried to grab one of her hairs. Back then, she had been chubby, to put it nicely, and blended in with Crabbe and Goyle.

Puberty had hit her like a truck. She was easily five inches taller than him. Even in the unflattering style of the school uniform it was plain to see she was fit. She had a rather nicely sized chest as well. He wasn't sure if it was the height difference, but the word that popped into his head was Amazonian.

"Scared Potter?" Millicent said with a wicked smirk.

Harry shook his head. He didn't trust his voice. She stepped closer, tilting her head to look down at him.

"Why are your clothes still on?" She asked.

"Why are yours?" Harry countered.

She grinned at him. Slowly, she began to work on stripping her clothes off. Harry gawked as more of her skin was exposed. She was smooth and flawless. Faint lines of muscle drew his gaze. He swore she had abs. She looked like a superhero.

Millicent cleared her throat. Harry looked up, meeting her gaze. His cheeks heated as he realized he had been staring at her. He tried to pace himself as he undressed. Harry had successfully taken his shirt off before he was interrupted by her questing hands. Her fingers traced along his lithe musculature. She pushed onward, pressing his back against the wall.

"You're moving too slow." Her voice was shaky.

She grabbed the edge of his pants and yanked them down. His aching erection sprang free, narrowly missing her chin. It let out a meaty THUNK as it landed on her cheek.

"Sweet Maeve." Millicent looked up at him. "I knew you were a half-blood, but I didn't think it was giant."

Harry chuckled.

"Get on the bed." His voice pitched deeper.

Millicent hurried to obey. She laid out on her back, spreading her legs a bit for his access.

"No foreplay?" Harry said as he shook his head.

She propped herself up on her elbows. Her expression was one of confusion.

"Is it a Pureblood issue, or a Slytherin one?" Harry asked, climbing up onto the bed.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

Harry dipped his head between her legs. She yelped as scooted higher on the bed away from him.

"What are you doing?" Millicent squeaked.

Harry gave her a wicked smile. It was so cute to see her so shy.

"I want to taste you." Harry crawled along, chasing her.

"But…" Her mouth moved, but she couldn't find the right words. "Guys don't do that."

"Come here my snake." Harry placed a line of kisses up her legs. "Let me show you what a true wizard can do."

She watched as he moved higher at a slow, steady pace. Her breath hitched as he roughly grabbed her hips. He placed a kiss on her lower stomach. Looking up at her he got an excellent view of her sculpted body. Her large, firm breasts were works of art.

Harry dipped down, letting his tongue dart out for a quick flick along her folds. Her legs twitched, almost kicking him backwards. He chuckled, the vibration sending waves of pleasure along her spine.

He licked her lips slowly from bottom to the top, with his tongue pressed flat to make it as wide as possible. Millicent's hands shot toward him, gripping his hair. She let out a formless sound somewhere between a moan and a scream.

"You taste divine." Harry growled, meeting her eyes.

He dove back in. Exploring her, finding all the spots that made her scream, and then attacking them relentlessly. Her hands had a death grip on his hair as her legs were shaking with every other lick. He could feel the wetness steadily soaking his chin.

"Please." She managed to squeak out. "Too much. Please."

Harry pushed himself back, resting on his knees. He gave her a playful pout.

"Next time I'm not letting you leave without using Parseltongue." Harry teased her.

Millicent shivered. "I need you. Please."

"How do you want me?" Harry asked, shimmying closer.

"In me." She grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him faster.

The top of his crown bumped against her, just above her clit. She whined before snaking a hand down to line him up. Millicent was absolutely soaked.

Harry pressed forward. Her slit squeezed his thick cockhead like a vice. Millicent grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. They both moaned as she took his entire knob inside. After a moment, he continued to move deeper. Her legs wrapped around him, making sure he didn't lose any progress.

Their height difference didn't make it easy to kiss. Instead, he aimed for her galleon sized nipples. He kissed and licked until the were hard, then began to rake his teeth along the nubs. Each time he added more pressure, trying to find that perfect spot to send her off.

She writhed on the bed underneath him. Her eyes were shut, her brain too lost to pleasure to keep them open. Finally, she took all of him. Her arms and legs locked around him, holding him tightly as she bucked against him.

Millicent ground her pelvis against his, desperately trying to get him deeper.

"Did you just cum?" Harry gave her a smug smile.

She blushed and nodded. Harry pushed higher with his toes. His lips managed to reach her chin. She giggled.

"I'm going to start moving now." Harry said.

Millicent nodded.

Slowly, he pulled back. He could feel her pussy trying to keep hold of him. She locked him in a grip again as he moved a bit more. Harry couldn't help but smile. He placed his hands on the bed beside her, using the extra leverage to continue to pull back. Once he was almost completely out, with only his cockhead inside, he started to push forward.

He couldn't tell how many orgasms she had. Each one was marked by a sudden squeeze from her arms and legs. After a few strokes, she finally started to loosen up. Harry increased his pace. She grunted and groaned as he really started to fuck her.

Their hips met with a clap, each one earning him a cute squeak. Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He gripped her hips, shifting in the bed, and started to pound into her. Her little squeaks shifted into a loud, high moan.

Harry lost himself. He chased his orgasm, thrusting as hard and fast as he could. The clap of their bodies turned into applause as she bucked up to meet each stroke. Any thought was chased away by furious rutting.

A shaky, formless scream erupted from her as pussy clamped down on him again. It turned into a high moan as her legs locked down, holding him in place. Her body shook as a she felt a pulsing warmth fill her body. It took a few seconds before her brain registered that he was cumming deep within her.

"We should do this again." Millicent said in an easy, dreamy tone.

"Give me a few minutes to recover." Harry replied.

"I meant another time." She giggled.

"After this craziness is done." Harry looked up at her as he spoke. "Once things are over. Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?"

Millicent blushed. She nodded.

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