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Harry couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep most nights, but this night he was especially restless. With the threat of Voldemort looming every closer he found himself compelled to climb out of bed and take a walk in his pajamas. He didn’t usually go for night walks but the like time he stayed in his bed to stew all night Ron complained about his keeping him awake. So this time he slipped out of the dorm and descended the stairs to the common room. He lit the fireplace with incendiary to bring some lit and warmth and sat down in an armchair, staring into the flames lost in thought. He didn’t know what his future held but he had a feeling it was going to get worse before it got better.
His solitude was interrupted when he heard the wooden door creak open, pulling his gaze from the fireplace to turn his head in surprise. “Sorry Ron. I tried to be as quiet as I could” he said expecting his best friend to be walking in.
But when he peered around the chair he discovered it was Angelina Johnson who was standing in the dark room, looking just as surprised to see him down here. But what startled him more was the fact she was completely naked. “Funny seeing you down here Potter?” She greeted warmly as Harry stared at her dumbfounded. After a moment he turned back in his seat to avert his eyes, his face a bashful red. But Angelina showed no indication of embarrassment as she approached the fireplace with her hands behind her back. “Can’t sleep either?” She asked casually.
“No” he replied, averting his gaze when she stepped into his peripheral.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you” she apologized, walking to the other armchair and taking a seat. “I often come down here when I’m restless. There aren’t usually many people up at this time of night.”
“No, it’s fine” he said, swallowing awkwardly fixing his eyes on the fire. He caught her staring at him, amusement on her face as his eyes glanced back at her. “I’m sorry, I’m just…”
“It’s okay to stare” she chuckled. “I honestly don’t mind. Actually I quite enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what?”
“Boys staring at me. Drooling over me” she added with a tease. She saw him blush and it made her laugh. “Had I known someone was down here I would’ve put something on. Do you want me to cover myself up?”
“No, I could just go” he offered.
“Nonsense, I’d like the company” she said, pulling a blanket from the sofa and wrapping it around her body. When she was decent she sat by the fire and watched it for a while. “So what brings the boy who lived down here in the middle of the night?” She asked curiously.
“Nightmares usually” he said, finding the courage to look at her now she had covered herself. He tried not to stare, but it was difficult not to be entranced by the beautiful athletic dark skinned woman. They’d played quidditch together countless times but they rarely hung out outside of it. And he’d certainly never seen her naked until now. Yet now that glimpse was seared into his memory and was already sending the blood to his groin. He tried to distract himself with conversation. “After what happened with…I don’t sleep much these days.”
She nodded in sympathy. “You’ve had to go through a lot lately. It’s understandable.”
“What about you? Why can’t you sleep?”
She shrugged wistfully. “I don’t know. Boredom, I guess. Some nights can feel rather lonely.”
“You have a lot of friends. More than I do” he remarked.
She eyed him with a smirk. “You have more than you think” she told him. “But it’s not that. Sometimes I want someone to…forget my troubles with. You’re not the only one going through stuff Harry Potter” she said, not to sound like a bitch or anything. “I guess we all have things going on we want to escape from.”
“What if there’s no escaping our problems?” He wondered.
She joined him in staring into the fire. “Then I guess we find solace where we can. In our friends, or companions…or lovers” she said passively.
Fortunately Harry was attentive enough to pick up the hint in her statement. “Are you asking me to be your…companion?”
“I just saying that it could be nice to have someone to forget your troubles with” she said, acting as casual as she could.
Harry wasn’t buying it though. “I’ve never seen you dance around a proposition before” he told her, looking at her through his glasses with confusion. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to ask me something.”
Angelina held her innocent act for a moment longer before dropping it. “Okay, I tried.”
“Tried what?”
“The whole…” she broke into a laugh. “I’m sorry” she apologized. “You’re right, I don’t like dancing around the bush. Yes, I would like to have sex with you. If I’m being honest, I’ve been looking for an opportunity to ask for a while. Color me curious, but you have grown into a charming and handsome young man Harry.”
He blinked in confusion while struggling not to feel uncomfortable. “So what was all the…”
“Apparently I can come on a little too strongly when asking for sex” she explained. “Or so my girlfriends tell me. They say it intimidates the boys a little.” She looked at Harry inquisitively. “Tell me Harry, so I come on too bold do you think?”
“I mean, you did walk in here completely naked” he stammered.
“Touché” she sighed. She slumped back in her chair grumbling. “The point is when I found you here I thought I’d try a more…subtle approach. But clearly I don’t do subtle” she groaned.
Harry looked at her, unsure whether to laugh at the absurdity or feel flattered. “So you were really trying to seduce me?”
“No, not seduce. Trust me, you’d know if I was trying to seduce you” she claimed.
“I doubt it. Not many people looking to seduce me. Not for sex anyway” he complained.
She rested her chin in her palm. “I find that hard to believe” she said.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding her gaze as she stared back at him. “So why are you up this late?” He asked.
“I guess I was looking for company” she confessed. “It can get lonely. I often look for companionship. Nothing serious or romantic, just casual fun every once in a while. So what do you think? Could I be your companion for the night?” She offered politely.
He looked at her, a part of him tempted and another part strongly intimidated. He’d never considered the prospect before. It sounded taboo, sleeping with his captain. But now he’d seen her and she’d made him the offer he supposed he’d be a fool to consider it. “Why me?”
“Why not?” She replied. “Your handsome. You have an eye for beauty” she noted, making his blush again. “And I’d like to help you” she added more sincerely, rising out of her chair to step in front of him, her gaze comforting as she brushed her fingers over his scar. “I meant what I said about wanting to escape our troubles. I find sharing comfort in others helps, at least for a while. I’d like to be your escape for the night, help you forget your troubles for a while. Maybe replace those nightmares with something more…pleasant” she said, unwrapping the blanket and letting it fall around her feet so Harry could once again gaze upon her sexy young body.
This time Harry didn’t look away, admiring her beauty attracted to what she was saying. It would be nice to have a night without worry about Voldemort or his future and just live in the moment. And if an attractive young woman was offering herself to him he’d be a fool to turn her down. “Alright” he nodded, accepting her offer. “I’ll be your companion.” She smiled, climbing onto the armchair and straddling his lap putting her arms around his neck. They shared their gaze for a moment before leaning in and sharing a kiss, accepting each other and forgetting their troubles for the night.
It was so surreal kissing the young woman Harry thought he must be dreaming. But if it was a dream he wasn’t willing to wake up as he put his hands on her hips and closed his eyes.she took control of the kiss, extending her tongue to his. While they made out her body pressed up against him, her hips swaying in his hands eagerly humping the growing tent in his pajamas. The boy blushed when her warm sex brushed against it, prompting her to break the kiss so she could look down at it biting her lip. She looked up and saw his gaze falling to her round breasts, sitting up in his lap presenting them with her palms. She could tell he wanted to kiss them, so she took his head in her hand and guided him to them, smiling when his mouth wrapped around one of the nipples. “Yes, that’s it Harry. Kiss them” she sighed, holding him close so he could play with her breasts a while, her pussy dripping with pleasure hovering over his stiff crotch.
After a few minutes of losing himself in her boobs Harry fell back against the armchair, the tension in his groin becoming unbearable. Angelina felt the same as she reached down and helped him yank his pajama bottoms down to his knees, his cock pointing upwards greeting them. She sat down on his lap, staring at the penis resting against her belly, her mouth watering in anticipation. Harry stared at her as she took it in, lifting her gaze to look at her. She licked her lips, putting her hands on his shoulders as he took hold of her waist and lifted her up, using one hand to align his cock with her pussy. She reached down to help, the tip brushing against her clit before finding her entrance. They looked into each other’s eyes as she slid down slowly, her cunt swallowing his length until she was full, their mouths open in shock. They sat there for a long moment, staring at each other, staring at his lap where she was sitting, where he was sheathed inside her. They broke into giggles. “That’s some broom Potter” she complimented.
“Thanks” he replied, wrapping his arms around her as she did the same with his shoulders. “Ready to ride it Johnson?” He asked her. She nodded excitedly, her hips moving slowly until they were bouncing on his lap riding his broom like a good quidditch player. Their lips met and they made out passionately, losing themselves in the sex basking in the warmth of the fire and their bodies. They fucked into the night, forgetting where they were or that they could be found at any moment. Any troubles they were struggling with was long forgotten.
After almost half an hour of vigorous fucking the last orgasm passed leaving both the Gryffindors spent. Angelina’s appetite was sated and Harry was worn out and exhausted. He managed to cum three times during the session, each ejaculation pumping into Angelina’s cunt. She assured him she was taking protection and encouraged it, chasing the dozen or so climaxes he brought out in her. When it was over she was aching and felt her legs trembling. Yet she pushed herself off his lap and stood proudly in front of the fire. “Well, that was worth the wait” she chuckled, scooping up some spillage from her pussy and taking it into her mouth.
Harry pulled his pajamas back on fixing his glasses to look up at her. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked, noting how much she was swaying against the fireplace.
“Are you offering to walk me to my dorm room?” She asked jokingly. Then she thought about it and added “you could say hi to Hermione. Or Ginny. I know Parvati would be excited to see you.” Harry brushed red and she laughed. “I’m just teasing. I’ll be fine. Thank you for tonight.”
“Thank you” he replied, watching her slowly make her way towards the stairs. Before she left he found himself asking “how often do you come down here at night?”
“Not often” she said, turning back to say with a smirk “often enough that we might be able to do this again though.” She gave him a wink before disappearing, leaving Harry hopeful this wasn’t a one time a occurrence.