Tasting The Chosen One

by Metilda

Metilda Whitmore always had these fancy desires of having Harry Potter, the Chosen One, in her bed, ever since they started studying at Hogwarts. She's already 16 but still a virgin because she's saving herself for the Gryffindor Quidditch Seeker. But Harry never notices her - not until he saw her crying on their Common Room, an hour before her 17th birthday.

Prologue

It was 11:00 in the evening and Metilda's still in the Gryffindor Common Room. She'll be 17 in more or less 1 hour, but she's not a bit excited. She doesn't want the gifts given to her by her family and housemates every year, or their repetitive greetings. All she wants is Harry Potter to pleasure her, and fuck her, even when she knows that he's been fucking every girl in Hogwarts, well, except her maybe. But she know there's nothing she can do about it. Heck! He doesn't maybe even know she exists.

Nothing could make her happy but Harry, so she cried her eyes out, knowing that she won't ever be happy if that's the case. She cried for at least 20 minutes, and when she looked up to the clock in front of her, she saw that it's already 11:30. Sighing, she stood up, went to her dormitory, grabbed her bath robe and towels, and set off to go to the Prefect's Bathroom. Little did she know that the boy he wants, Harry Potter, saw her crying and decided to follow her.