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Harry took in a deep breath, keeping her muscles as relaxed as possible. It was impossible to not be aware of the weight inside of her, warm and unyielding, but she tried to focus on the essay in front of her. The properties of gillyweed were unfortunately not distracting enough. A large hand was splayed on her stomach, drawing circles on her blue sweater in an act of innocent intimacy. It's owner continued talking to Orion Black, and she could feel the heat of his chest against her back.
She was in the library, sitting on Tom Riddle's lap as he talked to his 'friends', discussing things she didn't care for much, not when she was sitting on his lap with his cock inside of her while the people around them were none the wiser.
"Do you need help with that?" Tom asked during a lull in his conversation, leaning forward to murmur in her ear and causing him to shift inside of her.
Harry stifled a gasp. She immediately shook her head. "I'm good," she said. "Professor Slughorn is quite lenient with his markings."
"Lenient with you," Abraxas snorted from where he was sitting to the couple's left.
Harry was silently grateful that Tom always sat at the head of the table, and no one could see the way her legs were trembling, spread indecently wide on either side of his thighs. Or the way her skirt was completely splayed out instead of under her arse like a prim, proper Ravenclaw would have it even when sitting with her boyfriend. On her boyfriend, she corrected herself.
"To make Tom like him more. I'm not going to be the one to tell him it's not working," she laughed, her voice not coming out as str.
Tom snorted. "As long as he behaves well with you, darling," he pressed a kiss to her shoulder before settling back, the adjustment nearly pulling a whimper out of her. It was fortunate that Tom kept his Slytherins under control, and none of them let their gaze linger on her face except when directly addressing her, those moments rare and short. She had to bite her lips hard to keep herself quiet every time Tom moved. It got on her nerves, how unaffected Tom was, his voice calm and even. If only they knew what he sounded like when she was the only one around...
"Rabastan, did you talk to your father?"
The youngest Lestrange son immediately nodded, placing his quill down to give Tom his full attention. "I did. He will owl me the manuscripts within a week, I'll let you know as soon as I get them."
Tom nodded. "Yes, that is ideal. Thank you." His other hand slipped down from where it had been resting on the armrest to Harry's thigh, inching its way under her skirt. Harry gulped as she started writing the last paragraph of her essay, trying not to react when it slipped fully under, settling at the top of her thigh with the tips of his fingers grazing the soft skin where it met her pelvis. "And of course, convey my gratitude to Lord Lestrange as well."
"I will do so, milord," Rabastan said. Tom's hand tightened around her leg. He did always like being called a lord. Reflexively, Harry's body clenched at his movement, and she become infinitely more aware of her pussy throbbing against the girth of the cock inside of her. Her actions must have finally affected Tom, as he let out a cough before clearing his throat and picking up his conversation with Orion again. Harry tried to relax again, letting her legs go limp and pretending like she wasn't getting plundered mere feet away from the Seventh Year Slytherin boys.
She slowly finished her essay. She was quite proud of the fact that her hand not trembled even once. She made it through the entire roll of parchment without any mistakes, save for one large blob of ink in the first paragraph from when she had only been warming Tom's cock for a few minutes and he had shifted for the first time, sending fire and electricity running down her spine. Sitting there for the better part of an hour had helped the raging fire in her lower belly quell into a soft warmth that still had her toes curling.
Gently tapping the parchment with her wand to dry the ink and rolling it away with a swish, she sighed and leaned back against Tom's chest, letting her eyes slip shut and her head fall back ward into the crook of his neck, done with the one task she had aimed at getting through with in his meeting with his Knights.
Tom, it seemed, was also done with focusing on his own meeting. He continued talking, and Harry could feel his deep voice reverberate through his chest and against her back. The hand on her thigh, however, had decided to finally breach the line where her leg met her vagina, and stroked her core, where he could probably feel his own cock through her skin, before slipping down to firmly circle her clitoris. Harry stiffened immediately and pursed her lips to stop the soft moan in her throat.
"Thank you, gentlemen, for your time. We're done here. I'll see you all tomorrow," she heard Tom say. His fingers continued with their work as wooden chairs scratched the stone floor, and she heard everyone pack away their things. The steady fire had started raging again, and she could feel the orgasm that she had been teetering on the edge of for nearly an hour and half start to build with rapid speed.
"Is Harry okay?" she heard Orion ask hesitatingly. She screamed internally, needing him to leave before her face betrayed everything that was going on under the table.
"Just exhausted. I'll let her rest for a bit before dropping her back to her dorm," Tom said. Orion must have nodded in agreement, and she heard his shoes clicking against the floor as he walked further away.
She let out a whine as she felt Tom's magic swell and flow over her, a familiar sensation that meant he had put up a silencing ward. setting every nerve ablaze. The hand on her stomach moved upward, squeezing one breast before turning her face towards him.
"Hello there, darling," Tom murmured, pressing a kiss against her panting lips.
Harry tried to kiss back as well as she can, when her entire body was on fire and the cock inside her was throbbing and her legs are seconds away from convulsing as Tom continued to play with her clit.
"Such a good little cockwarmer you were," he pulled away to say.
Despite how sore her cunt was, she preened under the comment. She was a slut for Tom's cock, but she was a bigger slut for his praises. "May I come?" she begged. "Please?"
Tom pulled his fingers away from her pussy. "Good girl, asking for permission." He let his hands move to her hips, and he must have used magic for how easily he lifted her off him. "You come on just my cock."
She let out a whine at the drag of his cock out of her, and the cold air hit her core. She clenched uselessly at the emptiness between her legs, but she didn't have long to despair over it when Tom stood with her and sat her on the edge of the table, skirt thrown back to leave her completely bare from the hips down. She looked up at him, vision hazy, and the blue eyes came closer as he pressed a kiss to her nose, pulling her arms around his shoulder.
That was his last act of gentleness before he slammed into her brutally, and her back arched, pushing her chest into him as she let out a loud moan. He set a rapid pace, pistoning in and out of her without a stutter, and a faraway part of her mind found solace in the fact that he too must have found it torture to sit inside of her for so long. His lips found hers again, and Harry melted into him while he played her body better than the finest pianist in the world could play a piano.
She could feel the wave about to crash. "I-I'm about to-"
"Me too," Tom continued fucking into her, and Harry let her head fall backward as her orgasm hit her, her entire lower body convulsing at the intensity of it.
He continued to fuck her through it, and then, he was burying himself deep inside her as she felt him cum jet hot inside of her. Merlin, she had lost all feeling in her pelvis and legs.
"Did so well, darling," Tom pressed a kiss to her hair before gently pulling out and zipping himself back up. He reached for the wand up his sleeve, and with a few spells, Harry felt the warm, wet mess on the insides of her thigh vanish.
"I don't think I can stand," she said a few minutes later, pushing him a step back as she slowly slipped off the table and tried to find her footing. She stumbled immediately, and Tom wrapped an arm around her with a soft laugh.
"Do you want me to carry you back?" he asked mischievously, and she would have hit him had she not been too busy trying to bring her legs closer. Her pussy was still throbbing from the long abuse, and she stood with her legs hip width apart, unable to make them move.
She looked down at herself, before looking up and nodding with a pout. "But I can't go back to my room like this," she said, eyes wide and teary.
Tom snorted. "Minx, you knew well and good I wasn't going to leave you alone tonight." He waved his wand over the two of them, and the edges of his frame went blurry. A disillusionment spell. He reached for her bag along with his and swung them over his shoulder, before bending to sweep her legs out from under him.
Harry curled into his chest with a smile. Tom Riddle was a savage romantic, but she could match him blow for blow.
She would show him in the morning.