Oliver Wood hurried through the darkened halls of the manor. He breathed heavily, as he jogged up the corridor ignoring the vicious looks he was getting from the portraits as he woke them.
He opened the satchel that he carried around his shoulders and rummaged around. He stopped as he realised he had left something and hurried back down the way he came.
The thunder storm outside resounded eerily throughout the property, and the windows shook from the gales of wind and heavy patter of rain that battered it. The flashes of light from the lighting lit the deserted room up momentarily before lulling it back into semi darkness.
Oliver skidded into a round room and headed towards the desk in the far end next to a fire place that held the last of the smouldering embers of the fire wood. The room consisted of nothing more than a few furniture and a portrait of a haughty looking man who glared and observed the room with distaste.
He collected all of the scraps of parchment that lay on the desk before hastily throwing a powder into the fire. The fire roared back to life, basking the room in a green light.
Oliver stepped passed the desk and was about to enter when his house elf, Winky, ran in.
"Master! Where is you going?" she squeaked, clutching the thin fabric of her garment, which was nothing more than a pillow case, with four holes for her legs and arms.
Oliver turned around. His eyes had sunken into his face and had deep shadows under them. His eyes were haunted and his face has gaunt. His skin were pale and waxy as if he had not seen sunlight for many months
He looked around the room, twitchily. Before leaning forward and whispering.
"He's coming, He s coming."
Oliver grasped at his hair and moaned. He picked his satchel up from the desk holding it up to his chest.
"Master- Master wh- who is coming?" Winky said her, her big tennis ball eyes swimming in tears. She had never seen her Master like this. Not even when his wife and child had left him and he had ank into a bought of depression.
Winky remembered, she was the one who looked after him for all those months.
"He's comi-" he repeated before the flames flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness.
"Your mistaken to think that I wasn t already here, Oliver." A deep voice came from the shadows. Oliver heard Winky cry out. It was cut short and the sound of a body hitting the floor vibrated throughout the room.
Oliver fumbled in his pocket before grasping his wand. A pale light was emitted from the end of his wand, lighting the room up. He saw the body of his faithful house elf on the floor. Although he could not see any marks or blemishes on the body he knew she was dead.
"Whe- where are you!?" he shouted feebly, "Show yourself," the light from his wand flickered as he gave into his fear. He swore before lighting it up again.
A chuckle came from the shadows in the corner of the room. Oliver quickly directed his wand and revealed a man standing with his arms clasped behind his back.
Although the shadows still wrapped themselves around his body, Oliver could still see the emerald green hue of his eyes glinting fiercely in the weak light.
Oliver gasped. "Blinky! Blinky!" he murmered, hoping his other house elf could help him.
"I'm sorry but your house elf is not here right now and is currently indisposed off," the silhouette said chuckling again.
The figure strode up to him. Adrenaline rushed through Oliver's veins and he lashed out, his wand lay on the floor forgotten. The figure, took by surprise, stumbled back as his fist collided with his face.
The figure growled and stood up straight to meet the next attack. Oliver threw another punch which was pushed aside with a forearm and took a blow to the belly, winding him, before an elbow hit him in the chin; his head ricocheted backwards and he tumbled into the desk.
Oliver heaved him self up facing his opponent and with a shout, lunged at him. The figure shot a blow to his kidney before kicking him in the knee. Oliver was forced to the ground as his knee gave out and his head drooped. The silhouette grabbed the back of his head and bought a knee up to it.
Oliver's nose shattered and his head bounced of the knee and into the hard, unforgiving edge of the desk.
He collapsed to the floor, dead. Crimson liquid flowed out of the back of his head and also from the remains of his nose.
5 hours later
Harry groaned thrusting his member into the wet hot cavern of the woman underneath him. She cried out in pleasure as yet another orgasm washed over her, making her already hyper sensitive pussy to quiver in pleasure.
She grinded her pussy against him as her cunt tightened around him.
Harry tightened his grasp on the woman's silky smooth thighs before latching on to her nipple and swirling it in his mouth, sliding his cock in and out, faster forcing her into the warm surface of the wall, harder. Susan moaned as he bit her nipple lightly, she arched her back pushing more of her soft mounds in to his mouth.
She drew her muscular thighs in tighter around his waist, and met his thrust upwards with her own. The new angle meant Harry went in deeper making her moan with new vigour.
She cried out again clutching his ebony hair as his tongue worked his magic. Another few minutes of frenzied pants and moans before Harry felt the familiar tightening in his belly.
"Cum inside me, baby," she moaned as she felt him speeding up to a near inhuman pace. "Cum with me,"
Harry slapped her arse twice, eliciting cries of both pain and pleasure, making her ride his cock with more passion.
Harry let go of her nipple before planting open mouthed kisses up her chest and onto her neck.
She moaned again as he nipped the soft skin and worked his way down to her collarbone, kissing and nibbling all the right places.
Harry groaned and came spurting his seed inside her cavern. Just as he did the woman also came clenching her pussy around his cock till the point where he found it almost painful.
He panted, exhausted, his head drooped and lay in crook of her neck as she too panted. He could feel her pussy quivering and milking his cock of all his cum.
Harry lifted her up and led her towards his bed before letting her down on the soft white sheets. His cock slid out with a soft squelch as he rolled off from on top of her.
She gasped and panted on the bed, as Harry trailed a few kisses and licks down her flat abdomen and settled in between her thighs.
Harry threw her legs over his shoulder and she tightened them drawing him closer towards her exposed pussy.
Harry gazed appreciatively at her shaved pussy. Her outer lips were round and full, her hood stuck out prominently between her labia, which opened around her vagina like a delicate blossom.
It was perfect in his eyes.
He teased her outer lips with a few licks and slowly worked his way up to her clit where he circled and teased it with his tongue.
She moaned with delight, in just a few seconds she knew that Harry was a master at this. No one had gotten her juices flowing more quickly than him.
Harry lapped some of it up, even tasting his own semen, before inserting a digit into her pussy and curling it upwards.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned grabbing his hair and pushing his face into her sex. Harry grinned before attacking her pussy with his tongue and his finger.
With the combination she came undone and came hard, she could feel herself tighten around Harry s probing finger as Harry teased the hard little button.
Harry drew out his finger in one exaggerated movement. It glimmered in the light and he placed the wet digit into his mouth and sucked her juices off it.
He unfolded her legs from around his neck, placing two wet kisses on the inside of both thighs and travelled back up her body, again licking and kissing her soft abdomen and then warm mounds of her breasts.
"That- was amazing," she panted covering his body with hers, draping a leg over his thighs and squashing her ample breasts into his strong and defined chest.
What was? he asked raising an eyebrow.
She laughed slightly before lightly slapping him on the chest. She looked up at him before saying.
"The conversation that we had in the lift, but not the sex, there is still definite room for improvement," although both of them knew it was a blatant lie she still kept a straight face.
"Hmm, I do remember a conversation although you were going, Harry fuck me, fuck me and don t stop till I tell you, wouldn t really be classed as a conversation, and don't get me started on the sex, your like a dead fish in the sack," Harry replied with a slight grin.
She blushed prettily and hid her face in his chest.
"Susan," he said lifting her face up to meet his with a finger under her chin. "Susan you have nothing to be embarrassed of, I m sure there are some things that I could teach you about pleasuring a man," he said gesturing to his body.
She laughed once before snuggling in further and closing her eyes. Harry looked down and lightly stroked a creamy white thigh enjoying the satin smoothness of it.
He reached over on the bedside table for his phone. He quickly taped in the password before typing in an encrypted text to his anonymous contractor.
His dead I expect my payment in cash
I'll set a time and place for the transaction
He returned the device to the table and lay down on the bed before drawing the duvet up of their naked bodies. He listened to Susan s breathing as it evened out into deeper more regular breaths.
He looked up at the ceiling and traced the patterns on it with eyes before sleep overcame him.