A/N: I got over my writer's block and was able to finish a third chapter. Enjoy.

This time, Harry didn't need chocolate. Romilda was still under the spell of the last bar he'd given her. That would make things easy. He also was going to need the room of requirement. He had something else in mind. Something more exciting. He'd found a broom closet near the Gryffindor tower. It wasn't as glamorous as anything the room of requirement could conjure up, but the thrill was just too great to turn down. Romilda seemed to agree, but she agreed with everything he said. She looked around the broom closet with a look of wonder on her face. "Oh Harry, this is so brilliant. This closet is so wonderful. I can't believe we were using that ratty old room when we could've being doing it in here."

"I was the one who thought of using that ratty old room," said Harry.

"Right," said Romilda. "And that room was amazing, but it's not as amazing as this one."

"So I should've brought you here first?" said Harry. "Is that what you're saying?"

"No, no, no," said Romilda. Her eyes circled the room as she tried to think of an excuse. "I mean...well what I'm trying to say is that you're always right and-"

"Shut up." Harry handed Romilda a sock.

"What do you want me to do with this?" said Romilda.

"I told you to shut up," said Harry. "Put this in your mouth."

Romilda took the sock and stuffed it in her mouth. She gave Harry a look that said, "Like this?"

"Don't take it out until I say so. Understand?" Romilda nodded. Harry smiled. "Good. Now let's have some fun."

Harry put his hands on Romilda's shoulders to move her. She followed him. He positioned her in front of a room in the broom closet. He took a moment to admire how they looked. Romilda was smitten with him as always. She had a dumb look on her face as if she was amazed to be in the presence of the Great Harry Potter. Her eyes darted between the mirror and Harry, as if she wasn't sure who she wanted to admire. Even with the sock stuffed in her face, she seemed too intoxicated by him to care. Harry put his hand on her waist. Her eyes widened as he did this and her breathing grew heavy. It looked like she was going to pass out.

Harry moved his hand to her center and snaked his fingers under her pants and felt her sex. She was soaking wet. Romilda's mouth opened slightly, as if she were going to cry out, but she made no sound. Any noise was absorbed by the sock. Harry pulled down her pants and underwear in one swift motion, exposing her wetness. Harry then pulled her shirt off. This got stuck for a moment, but after some tugging, he got it off her. The only thing left on Romilda's body was her bra. She went to take it off, but Harry beat her to it. He grabbed the bra and ripped it off her. He could hear the sound of the fabric tearing. He tossed the thing to the side and stared at Romilda's nakedness in the mirror. She shivered, causing Harry to grin.

Harry put his hand and Romilda's back and shoved her down. She didn't fight back and simply followed him. She got on her hands and knees, sticking her rear out for Harry to use. He took his clothes off and got behind her. Soon, he lined up his member with her wetness and stood at the ready. He waited. Romilda seemed annoyed. She turned around as if to say, "Come on. Let's get this over with."

Outside, the two could hear the patter of footsteps. Romilda's eyes widened in fear and she reached for her pants, but Harry stopped her. He grabbed the clothes and tossed them to the side, well outside her reach. Romilda was shaking and her eyes darted around the room. However, the footsteps started to quiet down. Once they disappeared, Harry thrust forward, impaling her. Romilda's face showed both pleasure and pain. Joy and discomfort. Exhilaration and fear. Her body tensed up. Harry pushed himself deep inside of her core. Her hands balled up as he did this, her knuckles turning white.

Once Harry got as deep as he felt he could go, he pulled back. Romilda's body relaxed, though she squirmed. She took her hands off the ground and rested them on either side of the mirror. Harry thrust into her again and again, his hips like a mighty piston. He placed a hand on her back, keeping her from getting up. He watched in the mirror as her tits bounced back and forth against her body. Her back arched. She bucked her hips to grind her rear against Harry's groin. Harry took his free hand and smacked her buttcheeks. Her fleshed rippled as he did this. She moaned, but it was muffled by the sock. Harry spanked her again and again, each time harder than the last. Romilda still tried moaning, but the sock still stopped her. Finally, Harry gave Romila's rear one last squeeze. Then he moved his hand up her body. He ran them over her wetness and up her navel. Eventually, he got to her breasts. He moved his other hand down from her back and across her chest. He squeezed both of Romilda's succulent breasts. His fingers found her hardened nippled and began to play with them. They circled the areola a few times and then pinched the nipples. Romilda heard shot back and Harry leaned in for a kiss. He thrust into her again and again, moving much harder than before. She matched his movements, grinding against him. Harry's heart raced. He felt a tingling sensation in his balls. He exploded inside her, releasing a burst of his seed.

Harry pulled out of Romilda and began cleaning himself up. Romilda got up. She spat out the sock. "What are you doing?"

"Aren't we done?" said Romilda.

"No," said Harry. "You take out that sock only when I say you can."