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A Like Astoria

It was a Saturday evening. Harry was walking home from one bar in the Hogsmeade. Slowly, unhurriedly, he walked along the dark street leading to Forbidden Forest . In his head, various post-alcoholic visions were boiling over and, to tell the truth, the boy was hardly conscious. He didn't drink often, but that day he had a few beers, which significantly affected his perception. Nerves combined with alcohol caused Harry to move with a relatively quick, yet not entirely sure step.

That evening, he exceptionally felt no apprehension walking past bars that were open until late, which were always full of aggressive wizards. His dark-haired head was clashing with thoughts and problems of far greater importance than the threat of these menials. The boy was clearly fighting an internal battle, asking himself increasingly hard questions and seeking his own answers to them, in line with his conscience, with what he believed in and what had some value to him. He had a few minutes left to go to Hogwarts. Entering through the gates, he decided he could not go back yet. He needed time to understand.

"It hurts! Oh Merlin no! Stop, please! It hurts, stop! Please leave me!" These words, stuck in his head, he heard nothing else, only the woman's screams, screams whose sound was so very familiar to him. At all costs, he wanted to banish from his memory the images his brain registered just a few hours ago, when his life and the world looked normal, when he was not yet aware of his own misfortune.

"Shut up, bitch!" He heard in his mind. He sobered up faster and faster. The nerves, the adrenaline, the fresh air had a refreshing effect, but those screams, the moans inside him, stupefied him and drove him crazy. No one can imagine what he was experiencing, what he felt inside, and how much he had changed in those few hours. It was exactly twenty minutes after midnight when he sat down on a stump in the Forbidden Forest. The moonlight fell on his pale pink face, gazing into the boundless night sky. Thoughts seemed to quiet down for a moment. The blissful state, however, lasted only seconds, for the terrifying memories returned covering everything else, like brown and purple clouds covering the sun during the long hours of rain.

"What should I do? What should I do now? Go to the Aurors? No. Then what else can I do? To forget? Pretend that nothing happened? Live a normal life!" He wrestled with his thoughts, still keeping his head up.

"I have to think about it, I have to think, think about it... But after all, all the time I only think about it, and nothing comes out of it. After all, she ... What is happening to me? I'm going crazy!" Tears flew down his frozen cheeks, his hands trembled, and an actual storm raged in his head.

He suddenly got up from the bench and threw himself in a rush in front of him. He ran as fast as he could, passing more benches, trees, lampposts. He was running away from himself, from the world. Only a few quick minutes had passed when, exhausted, he collapsed on the grass, hiding his tear-wet face between his hands. Slowly, fatigue took over, bringing him to the point where he lost consciousness of place and time.

The same frightening images appeared in front of his closed eyes, but this time extremely clear and persistent. He saw the road he had walked just a few hours ago, the same forest, then a few blocks between houses and this place. It was dark there, only one lantern was lit. The small space between the buildings stood out for the very darkness that prevailed there, entering to the inn almost invisible. Harry, semi-conscious and exhausted from running, remembered how two days earlier, at exactly 8 p.m., he had knocked on the door with the number 23. It was a cottage in Hogsmeade belonging to her parents. Often rented, but recently standing empty.

A tall, shapely girl with a pretty, smiling face opened him. She had blonde hair with delicate darker streaks, which added to her unspeakable charm. She was slightly nervous, for she had not taken the time to comb her hair and there was an "artistic disorder" on her head, as she used to say. Harry walked in and, already at the threshold, he smelled Astoria's smug and enticing scent of perfume. He greeted her with a short "Hi beautiful" and kissed her gently on the lips. The girl, dressed in black jeans that were tight and emphasized her round buttocks and a white blouse, took him by the hand and led him to the guest room.

"Give me a minute, I need to fix my hairstyle, which, because of your punctuality, I didn't have time to comb."

After a while, she returned, fragrant, delicate, sensual. She sat next to him on the couch, cuddled lightly muscled his neck with her lips. The light semi-darkness of the room enveloped their figures like a warm blanket. They had the entire house to themselves; they did not fear the return of her parents. The warmth of their own bodies and the time that flowed as if in slow motion made them happy. Exactly as Harry turned off the radio and lit a small night light, which glowed with the luscious yellow color of a magical flame.

He approached Astoria and, looking into her blue and fiery eyes, brought his lips close to her neck. He kissed her skin, heading higher and higher, his hand gently stroking her left cheek and his lips wandering over her skin in search of his partner's slightly parted lips. When he reached them with his hand, he massaged her shoulders. He kissed her, passionately, lovingly and passionately, sinking into her moist lips. All the while, they slid slowly onto the bed and, being already in a lying position, he clung to her tighter and tighter, feeling her breasts on his torso. Slowly they tinkled their clothes, sliding them off slightly, their hands definitely wandering more boldly and now slipping under the materials covering their bodies. Harry rubbed against his lover, all the while lifting her blouse, and when that piece of clothing fell to the floor, he intensified his fondling of breasts covered only by a dark brown bra. He kneaded the gorgeous hemispheres with his hands, while his lips moved between them, constantly kissing and licking Astoria's bare skin.

Finally, he felt that he was no longer in control, the excitement and the penis still trapped in his pants were becoming unbearable, with his left hand he grabbed the clasp of the bra and after a moment unhooked it, immediately after that with his teeth he grabbed the part covering his lover's breasts and dropped them to the floor. The girl moaned as she felt Harry rubbing against her already wet but still hidden pussy under her jeans and thong. He, meanwhile, was kneading and kissing her breasts extremely intensely, now and then biting gently and licking her nipples. At one point, he lifted himself slightly and, with a quick movement, pulled off his shirt. A moment later, he grabbed the clasp of Astoria's pants and unbuttoned them while bending down and kissing the girl hard on the lips. She reciprocated the kiss as best she could and also began to unbutton her lover's pants. Harry's left hand went lower, got under the material of his jeans and landed on Astoria's delicate panties. He subtly stroked the spot, soaked with juices, while with his right hand he removed the pants of the excited girl, whose tits were once again within reach of his mouth. Astoria quietly moaned, kissing her lover's hair and scratching his back with her hands. The moment the boy reached her panties with his hand, she clung to him tighter, embracing him with her legs and arms. Both of them could no longer stand.

Astoria, with quick movements of her legs, removed or rather slide the pants off the boy without letting his head out from between her breasts. Harry moved his right hand, caressing her breast, and slipped it under her jeans in such a way that it touched her bare buttock. With this procedure, he slid lower and, after a while, removed the pants from his lover. Now he saw her clad only in a soaked thong matched to the color of her bra. He lifted himself slightly, leaning with his hand against the backrest of the couch, quickly dropped his pants already slipped down to his ankles.

The girl grabbed his boxers, behind which his swollen member was hiding, and pulled them down. The penis almost shot out and grew even larger, free from the pressure of the unnecessary material. Astoria grabbed it and nuzzled back into the skin. Now it was already flexing before her in all its glory. It was all wet from the juices of excitement flowing out of it. Harry was still looking with rapturous eyes into the face of his partner, whose misty eyes expressed unspeakable excitement. The boy leaned over, deftly hooked the elastic of her thong with the fingers of both hands and calmly pulled it down to his ankles before tossing it on the floor where the rest of their closet was. Astoria sexily lifted her hips to facilitate this action for him and spread her thirsty lips wider.

They were naked, staring at each other, aroused to where not even an earthquake would stop them from finishing what they had started. Harry stuck his penis to Astoria's hot and moist pussy.

- Wait... Not like that, I want you to put me there first... I want to feel your lips and tongue on this. I want to feel it. Do it, please.

Harry, without a word, leaned over her inflamed shell and kissed her gently. He slid his tongue out and sank between the folds of her skin, delving inside her. With his hands, he massaged her belly and the surrounding area ass, only intensifying her pleasure and spurring another spasmodic surge of flesh. Astoria struggled to catch her breath, rolling her misty eyes at each movement of Harry's tongue inside her pussy.

- Come inside me. Now!

Harry instantly moved up and sank into her mouth, making the girl feel her own mucus. At the same time, he pushed his member against the entrance to her cave and, with a calm motion, entered her, giving both of them incomprehensible pleasure. With his hands, he wandered all over her body, paying special attention to her bare buttocks and swollen breasts. He moved steadily inside her, gradually speeding up under the influence of her increasingly loud moans. Their sweaty, inflamed bodies rubbed against each other and their tongues fought a constant battle.

The bed made quiet creaks, drowned out by the gasps and moans of their lovers. Harry entered her faster and faster, his crazed with excitement. With the hands he slipped under her, he squeezed her asshole, lifting it slightly, making the penetration even more pleasurable. This went on for several minutes, during which they reached a borderline state of excitement. At the very end Harry accelerated, but Astoria embraced him with her legs, arms and tilted their bodies. Under the influence of the extremely aggressive penetration and this sudden movement that Astoria made, they fell off the bed, sliding out for a while.

However, this was part of her plan. She wanted him and did not want to stop. The moment they were on the floor, the girl turned around and clung to the floor with her pussy and breasts, exposing her ass at the same time. Harry immediately reached her, clinging to her asshole with a member that was stretched out and dripping with mucus. He teased her only for seconds, for he himself could no longer stand. With a quick movement, he entered her from behind and, despite the impediment of her peculiar position, moved inside her with increasing force and speed. They both moaned and gasped, sweat running down their bodies, causing them to almost slide over each other. Harry slipped his hands under the girl and grabbed her breasts. The pain in his knuckles, which were pounded into the floor under the weight of her body, only increased his excitement.

Astoria's moans were already constant. She didn't even pause for a moment. Her asshole trembled under Harry's thrusts and her hands squeezed the crumpled blouse lying near the couch. At one point, she felt herself coming. She screamed out in a draught and her hands went to her lover's back, hurting it by driving her nails in. Harry also shot out. He pumped a powerful dose of semen into her, moaning protractedly at the same time. Astoria kept moving her ass, enhancing and prolonging the pleasure they had achieved. They both trembled, slowly draining their energy and caressing each other with their last strength. Astoria turned her head and greedily kissed Harry, whose hands squeezed her breasts continuously.

Nothing else the boy could remember. The poignant cold that made his body shiver did not allow for further visions.

- It was night... - he sighed in spirit and rose from the ground. He was frozen and getting weaker and weaker however, under no circumstances could he return to Hogwarts. He took his wallet out of his pants pocket, counted the money and set off ahead. He didn't know what time it was; he had completely lost track of time, and all he thought about was resting and getting warm. After walking for a few minutes, he reached a small bar where he bought a room for one night only.

"Please don't disturb me," he threw briefly to the doorman and headed for the room.

Immediately upon entering, he ran into the bathroom and took a hot shower, then climbed under the warm comforter and gazed at the snow-white ceiling and immersed himself in memories. He remembered bragging to his Hagrid that he finally had the girl of his dreams, who understood and loved him and with whom he was truly wonderful. After a while, he saw the same village again and the same door with the number 23. He climbed the stairs, holding a small package wrapped in a gold ribbon in his hand.

Exactly one day after that intoxicating night yesterday, he was walking to Astoria's house. He knew she would be alone again, and he wanted to thank her for the wonderful night they had spent the last time. Nothing more. Time passed slowly then, as if he was in no hurry to move more hands on the clocks. Harry stood at the door and knocked, but no one opened. Harry pressed on the handle and the door opened slightly, creaking quietly. He crossed the threshold, closed the entrance, took a step forward and then heard Astoria scream.

"It hurts! Oh God, no! Stop, please! It hurts, stop! Please leave me!"

"Silence bitch!" A hissing male voice replied.

Harry did not know what to do. In an instant, he felt a rush of adrenaline and fear. He looked around for some heavy object with which he could knock down his attacker, but found nothing like that. On trembling legs, he moved toward a small room from which screams and moans were coming.

„Aaa...! Oh God!"

All the while Astoria was screaming.

Harry approached the room and became numb. It was stuffy in there, with clothes scattered around the entrance: Astoria's panties, a skirt, a torn blouse, boxers, a dark shirt and light-colored jeans. Right behind the pile of clothes, there was a bed with a crumpled sheet on it. The quilt must have been lying on the floor on the other side. You could hear uneven, intermittent moans and the sound of naked bodies rubbing together. Harry took two steps to see what was happening behind the bed. The man he knew so well, the one who haunted him in nightmares, who marked him as an equal, was lying naked on top of Astoria and fucking her with sharp but steady movements.

The girl was lying face down on the floor, her arms outstretched and tied to a leg from the sofa. She moaned with each thrust of the man, who was entering her very aggressively. She had her ass raised toward him and her legs spread. His large hands squeezed and caressed the girl's breasts, wet with saliva and sweat, while his lips kissed and bit Astoria's neck. Harry could not free herself or lower herself, for all the time the man supported her. Harry backed away, terrified, and reached the door when he stopped. In his pocket was weighing down Dumbledore's wand. He slowly and cautiously made his way back into the room, from which came the sound of the couple copulating.

"Oh yes! He wants to be yours, only yours! Fuck me hard!"

"You like rough play, your Master knows that, just like you know that the Dark Lord likes innocent frightened schoolgirls! Shout louder, shout for help!"

"Oh help! He is raping me! O fuck! My Lord, you are so sharp!"

Harry stood as if hit by lightning. A thousand thoughts ran through his head. He did not know what was happening or where he was. He weakened on his feet and felt that in a moment he would faint. No longer caring that he might betray his presence, he rushed to the exit while dropping his wand. When he got to the cage, he stopped and listened to see if anyone was running after him or if they had stopped. He was panting heavily and pulling his hair out of his head in a fit of rage. Targets of unimaginable anger, he turned and dashed into Astoria's apartment again.

The sounds from the room grew fainter, but the moaning of both of them could still be heard. Harry locked the door and calmly moved into the nearly steamed room. On the way, he picked up Dumbledore's wand took quietly so that the floor did not creak, entered the room and saw the couple having wild sex again. Astoria was already untied, lying on the bed, with a man moving between her legs. They were kissing passionately, giving each other unspeakable pleasure. Astoria, now and then, trembled, moving her hips in an effort to intensify the pleasure she was experiencing, her nails digging into her lover's back, and embracing her legs with all her might. Tom Marvolo Riddle, on the other hand, moved steadily inside her, slowly, all the while kneading and lifting her firm buttocks slightly. He had to feel her swollen breasts rubbing against his torso, and the contractions of her vagina on his cock.

Astoria had an orgasm, released her mouth and screamed protractedly. Moments later, the man slid his hands out from under her ass and lifted himself above her, accelerating the bluntness of copulation. Astoria opened her legs as wide as she could and, exposing her gorgeous pussy, massaged it with her hand, bringing herself to another orgasm. With another contraction of her vagina and a scream of pleasure, her lover also came, sank down on her with his body, clamped his hands on the crumpled sheet and shot a powerful dose of cum inside her, which leaked onto Astoria's thighs. Tiredly panting heavily, Harry took the opportunity with tears of rage in his eyes to throw himself at the exhausted lovers.

"Avada Kedavra" A quiet, emotionless voice rang out in the room. There was no pain, no anger. It only wanted him, or rather, their deaths. Barty Crouch Jr. was right, only the true desire to murder, can make the curse of death work, as it did this time,

Harry went into the bathroom and washed his face, then ran out of the apartment. His heart was pounding like a hammer. He didn't know what time it was, but it was getting brighter outside. The bloody dawn was setting in. Harry walked into the first bar he came across and ordered a few glasses of vodka...

"What time is it?" He asked himself, waking up from his reverie. He was in the hotel room again. The dark visions were gone, and he had a momentary freshness of mind.

"So that was my story, he thought. |

"I was at ... Astoria the next day I wanted to give her this gift and saw her with... him, then a bar, vodka, a run through the park and here I am."

In the morning newspaper, the front page had a happy headline: "Our savior won. The Dark Lord is dead.", Astoria's death was only written about on the eighth page. The official story declared her a victim of rape by Voldemort, who later hanged her.

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