Broom Closet Encounters - Halloween Special

What most people, even among the magical world, don't realize is how much a location can absorb magic. Hogwarts, for example, has held many generations of growing witches and wizards in its halls. This has resulted in the place being saturated with magical essence. Shifting stairs, magical rooms, and hidden little enchantments that had taken on a life of their own.

Other places, such as ancestral homes, experienced such a thing as well. Usually, to a lesser extent. Most of the time, the energies would have something of a memory. Holidays, gatherings, and important events left signatures that echo across time. The power would only increase over the years.

Harry watched as his friends gathered for Halloween, or Samhain as the Pureblood among them called it. This was a time of celebration. He wasn't going to let the past ruin this time anymore. New, happy memories of his close friends and their lives would serve to honor this day.

Neville had brought Hannah Abbot as a date. Ginny surprised everyone by bringing Blaise Zabini. This shocked people because no one knew they were dating, or that she and Harry were no longer together. The relationship drama had been focused on how quickly Ron and Hermione's relationship had imploded. Neither really knew why they were together once everything calmed down. Ron had brought Parvati as a date; she had decided to give him another chance a while back and they seemed to be getting along rather well. Hermione had helped Harry set things up. Neither had a date. They were in an awkward holding pattern of trying to figure out how to admit they wanted to be with each other.

Luna, of course, shocked everyone by showing up with Gregory Goyle as a date. No one saw that one coming. It turned out that Goyle had a deep, soft voice that people had to lean in to hear. Except for Luna. She seemed to know exactly what he was saying regardless of distance.

Harry had extended an invitation to Draco as a sign of goodwill. He hadn't expected him to show up. The blond had shown up with a pretty girl on his arm. Harry wanted to ask what had happened to Pansy, but that would have been too much for the first steps of their cordial interaction. Astoria, his date, was a Slytherin in the same year as Ginny and Luna.

They all met at a gathering of close friends before the evening started. Afterwards they took a short break to prepare for a masquerade party. Parvati had come over with Ron for dinner the week before. She had helped expand the guest list. It had been a couple years since graduation, but Parvati still knew everyone. She had been the one to suggest a masquerade. The other pureblood guests were eager to support the idea.

Pureblood Masquerades were disconnected from the day-to-day world. Random hookups were not only commonplace, but they were also encouraged.

In truth, Harry was hoping that he could find someone for the night. Going from The Boy Who Lived to The Man Who Won had increased his celebrity status more than he had ever expected. Finding someone who didn't immediately drop in worship made dating difficult.

The ballroom at Potter Manor comfortably held the crowd of visitors. Harry thought he recognized a few people, but it was hard to tell who anyone was with the masks. Some were enchanted to change the hair and eye color of whoever wore it. Tuxedos and dresses mingled among dress robes.

His mask changed his hair to a sandy brown and swapped his green eyes for blue. Even with the enchantment his hair couldn't be tamed. No one spared him an extra moment of consideration. Hopefully, the mask was working. That or it was some unspoken rule to act like it was a mystery.

Harry skirted around the crowd. Music filtered through the air and there were quite a few couple dancing. He had hired an orchestra to play, as one did for these gatherings, but had slipped in a few muggle songs for the fun of it.

He came to a stop when he encountered a group of people that he couldn't pass. They were gathered around a door, which was odd. More pressing though, was that Harry couldn't remember there being one there before.

Harry joined the crowd. The door was ornate. Runes of gold inlay contrasted against the dark wood.

"Excuse me." Harry said the to the people nearby. "What is this?"

"The runes don't appear to be anything dangerous." A woman close said.

"Muggle Born?" Another woman whispered as she turned to look at him.

Harry shrugged noncommittedly.

"It's an Occursus Room." She said with a smile. "They pop up from time to time in gatherings like these. A special place for magical memories to be made."

Harry blushed. "Sounds like a fancy broom closet."

The woman laughed. He liked the way it sounded. There was something familiar about it. He had heard it many, many times over the years. It would be rude to point it out though.

"Has anyone gone in yet?" Harry asked.

"I think we're all a little too shy." She replied.

Harry took a deep breath. He gave her a sly smile. "Wish me luck."

The group shifted as he stepped up to the door. Harry tried to ignore them. He focused on what was ahead of him. The gold runes glowed as his hand settled on the doorknob. A comfortable warmth flowed up his arm. Harry pushed the door open.

He stepped inside to find a cozy room. The only piece of furniture inside was a bed that looked like it was made from the same material as the door. Instead of runes of gold inlay there was an intricate swirling pattern. It took him a moment to realize that the light was actually coming from the bed. The gold swirls moved like fire though not nearly as bright. The door closed behind him, blocking out the sound. With the swirling gold fire as the sole source of light the room was dimly lit. It made the room feel intimate. Like a snuggling in front of a fireplace.

The door opened behind him. A wave of light and noise enveloped the room. He stepped farther into the room. Harry fought the urge to turn around. He wasn't sure he'd have the courage to continue if he did. Thankfully, the door closed a moment later. It was easier to be brave with the lights down low.

"Hello, Potter." A silky voice said from behind him.

It wasn't one he knew instantly, but it was familiar. He was a little disappointed it was Hermione. She had been the woman he had spoken to before coming in. This was not her.

"How did you know it was me?" He asked.

"Your hair." The woman slid her hands across the back of his shoulder. "I like the tux."

"Thank you." Harry turned to get a look at the woman. "I clean up nicely."

She was a little taller than him. A quick glance told him they were probably the same height if she wore flats. Even after a couple of years of a healthy diet and exercise his build hadn't changed all that much. He was still short and thin, though now he was wiry rather than a stick figure.

Her body was on the curvier side of athletic. The light hid the color of her hair, and dress, but it provided plenty to see her. She stepped in closer, pressing her chest against his. Harry groaned as her hands spread across his chest. She smelled like sandalwood and vanilla.

"No banter?" She cooed. "Are all those rumors about you merely talk?"

"What rumors?" Harry asked.

"You've got quite the tally on your bedpost." She whispered, her breath tickling his ear.

Harry shuddered.

"Well, Potter." There was a smile in her voice. "Are you the lothario they say or a blushing virgin?"

He let out a shaky sigh. It was nice not to be the one in control. He wasn't just going to roll over and let this girl do whatever she wanted, but he would let her take the lead.

Harry shook his head. He let her take that to mean whatever she wanted. Was he a virgin? No. Did he have a building tally of women? Also no. As of yet, he had slept with three women. Ginny, Parvati, it had been a one-night thing before she started dating Ron, and a very awkward first time with a girl that lived near Privet Drive. That was a story for another day.

He placed a hand on the small of her back, bracing her to spin her to the bed. She gasped as she found herself lying on her back. He slid his hand along her legs, appreciating the graceful shape. A small part of his mind was trying to figure out who she was.

She let out a cute giggle as his fingers caressed the skin along the band of her panties. It took her a moment to realize he was waiting for instructions.

"Take them off." Her voice came out hungry.

He followed the lacey piece of clothing with kisses and bites along her leg. Once they were off, he tucked them into the small pocket along the inside of his suit jacket. Harry watched as she shimmied her dress up above her hips. She slid her hand over her lower lips, making sure he was paying attention.

"Put that tongue to work." She commanded.

Harry followed her fingers with his tongue. She guided him along to the spots she liked. Her other hand gripped his head, holding it in place when it got to be too much. She was already breathing hard by the time she let his tongue find her clit.

Usually, he would take things at a steady pace. Some licking and kisses before adding a finger or two. He wasn't a stranger to foreplay. Right now, he just wanted to make her cum so much she forgot her name. His tongue circled her clit. He took time to catalogue the shape, position, and which motions made her squirm the most. She rewarded him with moans and happy sighs.

One that was done, he swapped to Parseltongue. She screamed as the gentle exploration ramped up in an instant. His tongue vibrated, flicked, and tapped her clit in ways she didn't even think was possible. Her first orgasm hit her hard and fast. The one that followed was so close she didn't have time to breathe. Her hands, previously guiding his attention, were now locked in tight fists. One gripping his hair and the other hanging by her side.

She tried to speak only for her words to slur. Her voice cracked and warbled as his tongue continued its offensive. After another three hit back-to-back, erasing any sort of well-formed thought. The storm of pleasure began to fade. She became aware that he had stopped. He stood between her legs, watching her.

His hands were hooked on the edge of his pants. She smiled.

"Go on." She purred.

Harry undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Her eyes were filled with hunger as he toyed with the edge of his boxers.

"Potter." Her voice had a desperate edge to it.

He smiled as he let them drop as well. Her breath hitched as she stared at his eager cock. It was big, but not obscene. Given more time she would have loved to know the exact measurements. Tonight, was not that night.

She spread her legs wider, giving him a silent invitation. He shuffled forward. She giggled at the sight. Her mind conjuring the words 'sexy penguin' against her will. His thick mushroom cap smacking her clit brought that train of thought to a grinding halt.

They locked eyes as he pushed into her. She swore there was a pop once the head of his cock was entirely inside of her. Harry moaned as he steadily pressed deeper. She bit her bottom lip without realizing it. Her breath came out shaky as he sank completely inside of her. His thorough work with his tongue provided plenty of lubrication.

One of his hands gripped her hip while the other found her breast. He caressed her nipple with the pad of this thumb through her dress, before rolling it between his fingers. She moaned and leaned into his hand. There was a slight edge of naughtiness being still mostly dressed.

Harry leaned down, capturing her lips in a hard kiss. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet him. She thrust just as hard, making their bodies lewdly slap together.

"Cumming. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming." She screamed.

It was too much. Harry groaned. His hands shifted to her hips. He lifted her up a few inches and held her there as he slammed into her as fast and as hard as he could. Her body trembled, her orgasm stretching on as she felt a pulsing warmth fill her body. He held them in the pose. His muscles locked in a full body flex.

Slowly, he pulled out of her. She giggled as she felt a spurt of his cum escape. Her hands patted the bed around them in search of her panties. She gave him a faux-glare when she realized they were missing. A little wandless magic cleaned her up.

She stood up, adjusting her dress.

"Until next time, Potter." She blew him a kiss. "Clean up a bit before you leave."

"Your name?" He asked.

"Where's the fun in that?" She chuckled as she quickly left the room.

Lily cursed under her breath as the door closed behind her. Potter had turned her legs to jelly, and she had let Alice convince her to wear heels. She slipped off to the side of the room. A quick charm turned her heels into comfortable flats. It would only last a couple of hours but that was plenty of time.

"Evans." A cocky voice she knew all too well called from nearby.

A small smile played on her lips as she turned to face him. Potter just couldn't wait. She froze when she saw he wasn't wearing a suit. He was dressed in some 'fashionable' dress robes. Not only that, his mask was gaudy, complete with a couple of gold feathers on the side. His hair was still black and messy. Everyone knew who he was.

Who the hell had she just shagged?