“we won, Hermione,” Harry said to me, returning from the quidditch game.
We were alone in the Grayfindor common room. I was busy finishing his homework so i couldn’t attend the game.

“Thanks for doing my homework,” he said heading to where I was seated. “With all the quidditch practice, I couldn’t have done it myself.”

I stood up. Sweaty and smelly, he towered above me. Suddenly I felt so aroused by his smell that I drew close to him. He looked down at me. A drop of his sweat fall on my face. It burned a hole where it fell. Passion flared up between my legs. My girlhood overpowered my brain. As if in a trance, I tiptoed to pull myself up and licked a streak of sweat running down his face.

The taxi dropped us at the front gate. My lips were still tingling from the deep and passionate kisses we had all shared on the journey. The man held the gate open and the woman skipped off a little ahead, opened the front door and disappeared inside. I still didn’t even know their names, but names didn’t seem to matter at this point.

I’d been waiting at the rank in town for a taxi when this couple arrived and started waiting too. They spoke together in low voices for a few minutes before the man came up to me and asked me whether I wanted to share a taxi. They were heading for the same part of town as me so it seemed like a good plan. I had no idea at that point just how much we would be sharing before the night was over.

I followed the man into the living room. The woman had gone upstairs ‘to change’. The room looked like any other suburban sitting room; a brown velour three piece centred around a glass topped coffee table and facing a coal-effect gas fire with a TV off to one side. The man motioned me towards the sofa and I sat while he fetched us some drinks. Read more »