8. Offers
Having taken a few girls under Potter protection was no secret, as making it well known was essential for the protection to be effective. This made some more girls seek Harry's protection.
One of them was Romilda Vane. "I want to come under your protection," she told Harry.
"What do you need protection from?" he asked the girl.
Romilda seemed suddenly unsure. "Well... I feel threatened by all the changes and... I thought you could give me a kind of anchor to feel safe..."
"That's not something I can protect you from. My life has even more uncertainties than most. How can I really help at that?"
She looked at her feet now. "Well, I hoped you would at least want to go to bed with me. I know you don't love me and probably never will, but maybe, if I could just be with you, I may then continue with my life..."
Hermione, who stood at his side, squeezed his hand. He didn't need more than that to understand. "I can go to bed with you just once, if you want, but I don't like taking your virginity for no real reason."
She blushed deeply. "You won't. I've already lost it, hiding from the Carrows after a DA activity. I'm not even sure who took it, due to the darkness."
Harry forced himself not to smile. "Fine. Come in and we shall have some fun together, and that will be all."
Romilda jumped with joy and hugged Harry, kissing his lips, not even minding he was still holding Hermione's hand.
As they came into his quarters, Harry saw an additional room which had just appeared. He asked Romilda to cast the contraceptive spell on herself and noticed that Hermione cast another one on them both before he led Romilda into the new room, leaving their wands on the table near the door.
As expected, he found a large bed there, covered with satin sheets. Several candles floated above it, giving soft, sensual lighting. The floor around the bed was covered by rose petals and some were also scattered on the bed. The room had a distinct smell which suggested lust and sex.
Romilda didn't wait. She removed her clothes as soon as she could without magic. She then helped Harry eagerly and practically dragged him to bed. Harry didn't think this was the best way to entice a man, but he was still a teenager, and Romilda was quite good looking and naked – he didn't need more than that.
Romilda didn't seem to care for foreplay. She spread her legs and pleaded Harry to enter. Harry took his time, though. He teased her nipples with his fingers before sucking on them, and then continued by cupping her breasts and enjoying their fullness. He caressed her belly and tickled her navel, reaching further to her clit. Romilda started moaning louder. She lost her patience now. She grabbed his manhood and directed it into her waiting entrance, pushing him in with her legs.
Harry kind of expected this. He actually enjoyed teasing her, but entering her was even better. He soon found a comfortable rhythm, pumping into Romilda deeper and faster as he continued, all the while paying attention to her clit as well. It didn't take them very long to reach their climax. Romilda got there first, due to the help from Harry's fingers, and he followed suit.
She kept him in for as long as she could. Harry was thankful for Hermione's insight. He was quite sure that the contraceptive spell Romilda had cast was not done effectively, yet he could trust his loyal friend to make sure nothing would come out of this shagging.
Harry, who had already been quite tired after the funerals of that day, fell promptly asleep, still lying on top of Romilda. She was actually quite comfortable to sleep on, he managed to think before slumber took him.
He woke up about an hour later. Romilda was hugging him, still in the same position. He could see tear traces on her cheeks, but thought better than to ask about them. They used the adjacent bathroom to clean themselves of any residue of their former activity and then put on their clothes.
"Thank you, Harry. I'll cherish this night in my heart for as long as I live," Romilda told him.
Once out of that room, she turned to Harry, kissed his lips for the last time, grabbed her wand and left promptly.
"It took you long enough," Hermione commented.
"I was asleep most of the time," he said apologetically.
"Enjoyed it?"
"Some." He didn't really feel like talking about it and Hermione didn't press.
Surprisingly, Pansy also asked for protection. She followed the group one evening after dinner.
"Lord Potter, I wish to be taken under your protection," she said formally.
"What do you need protection from?" Harry felt really curious.
"I've been threatened lately by some students and parents. They said they would make sure to put me in Azkaban."
"And why would they do that?"
Pansy seemed to squirm under his gaze. "Well, I've been assigned a disciplinary role this year, and some who didn't agree with the rules seek revenge on me."
"She's been using Cruciatus on other students, as part of the Carrows' discipline squads," Susan told him.
Harry raised a brow. "Were you forced into that position?"
Pansy didn't seem to want to answer, yet Daphne could tell them. "She volunteered to the squads and enjoyed taking part in them, much more than most other members."
Harry looked at Pansy. "Is that true?"
She didn't dare look at him now. "It is," she said, looking at the ground. "I hoped it would raise my status and make me more attractive for Draco."
He didn't need much thought to decide. "I'm sorry, Pansy, but I can't protect you against justice. You've never been nice to any of my friends and wanting Draco's appreciation is a very poor excuse for your behavior. I don't know if you deserve being in Azkaban, I doubt anybody does, but you should stand judgment for your deeds and face the consequences, whatever they may be."
Pansy's face fell. She seemed to be forcing herself not to start crying, yet she tried once more. "Will you shag me, at least? Maybe then you will change your mind."
Harry was practically disgusted by her offer. "Why should I even consider that? I have more offers for sex than I care to fulfill and I already have several charming ladies who make sure I lack nothing in that area. Why should I even be interested in Malfoy's sloppy seconds?"
Pansy could hold no longer. Her eyes swelled with tears and she started sobbing uncontrollably, yet none of the girls seemed to consider offering her some help, and Harry couldn't blame them.
"Kreacher!" he said loudly.
"Master called?" the elf appeared instantly.
"Can you escort miss Parkinson here back to her dorm or to wherever she would like to go and calm down, please?"
"Kreacher can do that for master." He turned to the crying girl and held her hand surprisingly tenderly. "Please come, miss," he told her. Pansy didn't look at any of them. She just grabbed Kreacher's offered hand and left.
Harry felt bad about rejecting Pansy, although he was sure she deserved any punishment which she would eventually get. He just felt bad for letting someone suffer, even if that person didn't deserve any better. It took the combined efforts of Susan, who cradled his head on her breasts, and Daphne, who caressed his body, along with some soothing words from Hermione, to calm his feelings enough to be able to join Tracey in bed, where all nagging thoughts just vanished, as they made love passionately.
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