( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )
Unknown Prophecy
Chapter 63
The Hogwarts Express rattled and banged on the rails, pushing through the rainy Scottish lowlands toward London. Penelope Clearwater sat alone in a compartment, nose deep in a textbook with a quill between her teeth. Summer holiday had just begun, and her friends had spent the last month shrieking about sand, sun, and the Muggle boys who waited at their hometown pool.
Penny pulled the quill from her mouth and tossed it in her open bag. Her compartment was as messy as her room at home. Her sweater was tossed onto the opposite bench, books and crumpled parchment lay scattered, and a few empty sweet wrappers rested on the floor.
Marianne and Daisy burst in, smelling of the cheap perfume they had bought in Italy over the Christmas Holiday. They slammed the compartment door so loud it made the glass rattle.
“Are you bringing that thing to the party?” Marianne snatched the textbook and waved it around. Daisy collapsed next to her, flicking at the ends of Penelope’s long, straight blonde hair.
“It’s for revision,” said Penny. She tugged the book out of Marianne’s hand and pressed it to her lap. “And you know I’m not going.”
Marianne rolled her eyes. “It’s the end of term. You deserve to have some fun.” She dug through Penny’s satchel and yanked out a Pepper Imp. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone you like.”
“You forget. She’s been making eyes at that Gryffindor Prefect,” Daisy joined in.
“The one who thinks that a long night of studying Ancient Runes is a hot date? I’ll pass,” Marianne added.
Marianne and Daisy laughed like it was an inside joke, which it was. Penny tried not to let the words sting.
“Have fun with your textbooks. I hear they’re great in bed.” Marianne grabbed Daisy’s wrist, and they jostled out, slamming the compartment door behind them. Penny let out a sigh and cracked her book open again. Her friends never understood why it was so important to study. ‘Maybe they’ll finally understand when they get terrible NEWT grades, and no one will hire them,’ Penny vindictively thought.
Ten minutes later, Penny was halfway through the chapter on nonverbal spell theory when the door slid open. She didn’t look up right away, thinking that her friends had come back for some reason. She finished her sentence, then glanced up, expecting to see Marianne’s freckled nose or Daisy’s slightly uneven teeth. Instead, it was Harry Potter.
He stood in the doorway, his shirt open at the collar. His hair was as messy as always, but Penny kind of liked it that way. He smiled, and his brilliant green eyes locked on hers.
Penelope froze, and her stomach fluttered. She’d seen him before, of course. Everyone had. He was the castle’s walking headline, and the reason Hogwarts survived to see another year. The way Harry Potter looked at her was the same way a cat looked at a caged bird … hungry and patient, as if it were only a matter of time before he got to sink his teeth in.
“Hi,” he said, and shot her a handsome smile. She forgot how to speak, so she nodded.
He slid the door shut behind him, twisting the lock so it made a little clicking sound. Penny’s first thought was, ‘This is improper.’ Her second thought, which drowned the first, was, ‘My friends are never going to believe this.’
“I’m sorry,” he said, and when he said it, it didn’t sound like an apology, but a joke she wasn’t in on. “I tried to find you before the train left.”
She clutched her book to her chest, wishing for a blanket … or the power of invisibility. “Why?” she asked in a shaky voice.
He sat opposite her, and his knees almost bumped hers. His posture was very confident. His legs were spread, and his arms were loose, as if he were the most important thing in the tiny space. “Because,” he said, “I saw you last night at the feast. You were watching me.”
Penny’s face went pink, all the way up to her hairline. “I wasn’t …”
“You were,” he said, and leaned forward, closing the gap. “It’s alright. Everyone does it.” He looked her over, slowly eyeing up every inch of her womanly body.
Penelope felt her heart hammering in her chest. Her throat became tight, and her thighs quivered. She had no idea what to do with her hands, so she gripped her textbook tighter.
“I’m Harry,” he said, introducing himself.
“I know,” she blurted out. “I mean … I’m Penelope.”
“I know,” he said, smiling with the same warmth. “You’re top of your year, and the best at Charms, if the rumors are true.” His eyes flicked to her book. “And you don’t like parties. At least that’s what your friends said when they showed up without you.”
She tried to quickly think of something smart to say, and failed. She wanted to ask why he cared, or why the hero of Hogwarts would waste oxygen on a girl like her. Instead, she said, “I’m not good with …” and trailed off, the rest of the sentence lost when he shot her a smoldering look.
Harry smirked, and his green eyes practically twinkled. “Would you like to get good with me?”
The line was so cheesy that she would have laughed at any other guy who tried to use it on her. But there was something about the way he said it. She had a feeling that he could back up any and all flirtations. She felt her hands start to tremble.
“Don’t worry,” Harry said. “I won’t bite.” He leaned back, still looking at her, letting the silence stretch until Penny wasn’t sure what to do. After what felt like forever, he said, “You know, I always thought you looked a little like a Veela. But you’re smarter than any I’ve met.”
She looked away, her cheeks burning, and brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her fingers got tangled, and she cursed herself for being clumsy.
“Why are you being nice to me?” she asked, quietly. “You’re … you’re famous … and handsome.”
Harry cocked his head. “You think I’m handsome?” he asked teasingly.
Penny bit her lip. She wanted to say no, but it would have been a lie. “I think you’re …” She didn’t know how to finish. She was lost.
Harry slid to the other seat and sat down beside her. He placed his hand on her knee, and his fingers felt hot on her bare skin. She looked down at his hand, stunned. It didn’t move at first. It just rested there, like he had just bookmarked his place on her body.
She should have moved away. She should have protested and told him that he was breaking a million rules. Instead, she sat perfectly still, afraid that the smallest motion would wake her up, and she would inevitably chicken out and tell him to leave.
Harry’s hand crept higher, and the heat followed it, blooming out in all directions. Penny squeezed her knees together, but that only trapped his hand in place. He didn’t squeeze or push her legs apart. He just waited. After a few moments, she realized that he was waiting for her to tell him to stop. She didn’t.
His hand slowly and gently slid under her skirt, as if afraid he’d spook her. His fingers grazed the skin above her knee, then the inside of her thigh. Every nerve ending in her body lit up at once. She rubbed her legs together, but it was too late. Her pussy had begun tingling, and the crotch of her panties was damp.
“Is this okay?” he asked with a naughty smile.
Penny’s mouth had gone dry, but she nodded nonetheless. She couldn’t have spoken if she’d wanted to.
He edged his fingers higher, teasing at the hem of her panties. She knew that he was testing her and daring her to say no. She bit her lip and held on to the book until her knuckles turned white. When his finger traced a soft circle on the bare skin just below her hip, her whole body shivered.
Her voice came out smaller than she expected. “What if someone comes in?”
Harry smiled. “Then they’ll see I’m a very lucky man.”
She shuddered out a short, sharp breath. She’d never had a guy touch her like this. It felt like a dream, or maybe a bedtime fantasy come to life. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, letting the naughty pleasure wash over her.
Harry moved closer, and his thigh pressed against hers. His fingers kept circling her delicate skin, making her body tremble. Her panties were soaked through, clinging to her taut lips. She was really annoyed with herself for being so easy and wanting it so badly.
Harry’s other hand reached up and gently pried the textbook from her grip. He tossed it to the other seat, then went back to caressing both of her thighs. “You’re not nervous, are you?” he teasingly asked.
“Yes,” she said, truthfully.
He squeezed her hand. “Don’t be. You’re the prettiest girl on the train. It’s time you be treated as such.”
The way he said it, it sounded like the truth. She blushed so hard her scalp tingled. Harry’s fingers teased at the edge of her panties, then stopped. He leaned in so close she could smell his skin. Penny shuddered hard.
“May I kiss you?” he asked. Penny opened her eyes, met his, and nodded.
He didn’t hesitate. His mouth was warm, soft, and hungry. He kissed her with a confidence that made her dizzy, and she found herself kissing him back, her arms around his shoulders. His hand was still under her skirt, and when he finally slipped his fingers under the band of her panties, she gasped against his lips.
Her mind was a blur, and all her problems and worries disappeared. The train rocked gently, and she rocked with it, clumsily sticking her tongue into his mouth so he could suck on it. She moaned softly into the kiss, unable to stop herself, and when his hand dipped lower and pressed against the slick heat between her legs, she arched her back and almost cried out.
He broke the kiss and watched her with a cheeky smile. “Is it too much?”
She shook her head. “No. Please, keep going.”
He kissed her again, rougher this time, and her whole body went numb. She desperately clung to him as his fingers played her like an instrument. She didn’t care if the whole train heard. She didn’t care if Marianne and Daisy peeked in and saw her with her skirt around her hips, grinding onto Harry Potter’s hands.
Penny barely recognized the sound that escaped her throat as Harry’s palm became slick with her juices. The train’s rumbling was lost beneath the thunderous pounding of her heart. His mouth teasingly pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, and she whimpered despite herself. She’d always been the quiet one, the rule-follower, and the girl who wore her skirt an inch lower than the uniform code, but Harry’s touch had burned every trace of self-consciousness away. She could only moan out a trembling, hungry sound she’d never made before, as Harry’s attention drifted up her leg, and his lips nipped softly at her thigh.
She tried to pull her knees together in some last feeble effort at modesty, but Harry’s hands were insistent and strong. His grip was gentle, but he spread her legs apart until the soft cushions of the bench pressed into the backs of her thighs, and her entire lower half was exposed. Penny glanced down at herself. Her skirt was bunched around her hips, and her pink panties were dark and sodden with arousal, the outline of her pussy clearly visible beneath the soaked fabric. The sight alone made her blush fiercely, but when she looked up at Harry, she saw nothing but desire and triumph in his green eyes.
He leaned so close that his breath was hot against her damp underwear. Penny instinctively covered her face with both hands, but Harry wasn’t deterred by her embarrassment. He looped his fingers under her knees and lifted, bending her legs at the hip so her feet came up onto the edge of the seat. He pulled off her shoes, leaving the lower half of her legs covered in her gray knee-high socks. He twisted her body so she was lying flat on the cushioned bench seat. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head, and her pussy was completely vulnerable to him. The thin cotton of her panties offered no protection at all.
Harry didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. They both knew that her body was now his to play with. He just inhaled deeply, savoring her scent with a smug little smile. Penny let out a shaky, high-pitched whimper. She was overwhelmed by the wet heat pooling between her legs, the cool draft of air across her slick panties, and the wicked look in Harry’s eyes. She’d never done anything like this. She’d never even imagined a guy could make her want something so badly. All she could think about was the way he stared at her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Harry’s hands slid up her thighs again, and his fingertips felt feather-light against her delicate skin. He brushed his nose over her panties, making her squirm, then pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right against the center of her arousal. Penny gasped, and her hips jerked up of their own accord. She was supposed to be mortified, but there was no room for shame in her head. There was only the feverish need building in her belly every time Harry kissed her through her panties. Each kiss lingered longer than the last.
His tongue snaked out, just enough to tease the thin barrier of cotton, and Penny’s whole body went taut. The muscles in her legs clenched, and her hands clawed helplessly at the padded seat. Harry looked up at her, grinning like this was the best day of his life, and Penny’s blush deepened until her ears burned. She was sure he could see every tremor, every tremble, and needy throb.
“Harry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He didn’t answer, but his hands slid up to her waistband, his thumbs hooking under the edge of her panties. For a moment, he just held them there, enjoying the way her body trembled. The train juddered around a curve, and his face was right between her legs, his eyes never leaving her face. Penny bit her lower lip so hard, waiting to see what he would do.
He pressed another kiss to the wet seam of her panties. Then he parted his lips and dragged his teeth gently along the fabric, the sensation sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight up her spine.
Harry paused, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You taste incredible,” he teased. Penny covered her face again and shook her head, but she couldn’t hide her smile or the way her body arched up, desperate for more.
Harry’s hands tightened on her hips and shifted her closer to him. He lowered his face until his nose brushed the soft, smooth skin just above her panties, and he nuzzled her gently, making her squirm with every breath. Penny’s hands moved from her face to the seat, gripping the upholstery so tightly that her fingers ached.
Harry exhaled against her, the heat of his breath soaking straight through the sodden cotton, and Penny whimpered again. He glanced up at her, making sure she was watching, then dragged his tongue firmly against the damp spot at the center of her panties. Penny’s hips bucked wildly. She couldn’t help herself. She was greedy for it. She was greedy for him, and every sensation was new and astonishing.
He pulled back just a little, and his lips pulled into a cheeky smile. “You’re shaking,” he said while massaging her covered slit with his thumb.
Penny nodded, unable to do anything else. She was definitely shaking. Her hands, her legs, and the nerves in her stomach fluttered out of control, but she didn’t care anymore. She wanted to see what would happen next.
Harry traced his finger along the edge of her panties, teasing her with the threat of taking them off. The promise made her whimper again, but she didn’t protest. Her breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps. He ducked his head and pressed another lingering lick to the thin layer of fabric before kissing up and down her inner thigh. Penny melted under his kisses, and her legs trembled so hard she thought they’d never be steady again.
She could sense it coming. Harry’s intention was as clear as the compartment windows. He caught her gaze, and in that moment, she knew exactly what he was about to do. The anticipation made her heart pound.
Harry grinned, then lowered his mouth to her panties and gently took the fabric between his teeth. Penny’s eyes went wide as she felt the first tug. The sensation was more intimate than anything she’d ever imagined. He was going to pull her panties off with his teeth, and Penny was trembling with anticipation.
She felt the slight scrape of his teeth as he tugged the fabric down her trembling thighs, making her shiver all over again. He worked the cotton carefully, inching it lower with every gentle pull, and she couldn’t look away. She stared down the length of her own body as Harry’s green eyes flicked up to meet hers. He looked quite mischievous, which only made her heart beat faster. When the damp material finally peeled away from her lips, Penny felt the cool air rush in, chilling the wet heat of her arousal and making her hips jerk involuntarily.
Her panties caught around her knees, then slipped off entirely as Harry gave a final tug. He tossed the sodden scrap of pink fabric into the corner. Penny’s legs fell open wider, and she could feel how exposed she was. Her smooth, hairless mound practically glittered in the sun, and her puffy outer lips were swollen and parted by her trembling need. Her inner lips were pale pink, and they peeked out from her taut, slick folds. She saw the way Harry stared in undisguised desire at the sight.
He ran his hands up her thighs, then slowly and reverently, placed his thumbs on either side of her slit. He spread her open with an easy, practiced confidence, and the tips of his fingers were gentle as he revealed everything Penny had to give. Her hard and needy clit jutted out, and her entrance clenched and fluttered in the open air. The vulnerability made her dizzy, but the look on Harry’s face made her feel powerful, like she was some precious thing to be worshiped.
Harry lowered his mouth to her, and the first brush of his tongue sent a jolt through Penny’s entire body. He licked her slowly, savoring her taste, and the sensation was so overwhelming she couldn’t breathe. He swirled his tongue around her clit, then flattened it and dragged it up the length of her slit, all the way from her asshole to her clit. He alternated between gentle, teasing swipes of his tongue and deep, greedy plunges. He sometimes let his tongue slip right inside her, and sometimes he pulled back to suck on her puffy lips or nip them with his teeth. Penny’s brain blew a fuse. She heard herself making desperate, whimpering sounds. Her hands clawed at the seat cushion, searching for anything to hold onto. There was nothing to be found, so she just clenched her fists and let the raw pleasure burn through her.
She couldn’t believe what she was doing, or what was being done to her. She was on a moving train with her skirt bunched around her waist and a boy’s face buried between her legs. Harry’s tongue wiggled over her clit, then he sucked it right into his mouth. Penny yelped, and her thighs locked around his head, trapping him there. Harry just laughed and kept sucking, kept lapping, and kept devouring her like she was his last meal. The vibrations from his voice rippled through her clit, and Penny couldn’t take it. Her back arched, her toes curled, and a steady pulse of pleasure built up from deep inside her, threatening to detonate.
Harry sensed it, too. He slid one hand down, and his thumb found the tight ring of her asshole. He rubbed her there while his other hand kept her spread wide open. The combined stimulation was too much, and Penny shrieked, her body going rigid. She felt her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, and a hot burst of pleasure shattered through her and made her vision go white. Her pussy clamped down, and then a flood of wetness came pouring out of her, soaking Harry’s chin and drenching the seat. She’d never felt anything like it. Every nerve ending was singing. She kept rocking her hips, grinding helplessly against Harry’s relentless mouth, and he lapped up everything she gave him, licking her clean. He latched onto her clit and sucked it straight through the aftershocks of her orgasm, making her cry out again and again, until she was shaking and gasping for breath.
Finally, Harry eased off, giving her one last gentle kiss on her swollen clit before sitting back and grinning. His face and shirt were wet with her juices, and he looked absolutely pleased with himself.
Penny collapsed against the seat, still twitching, and tried to catch her breath. Her hair was messed, her blouse was half-undone, and her skirt was bunched around her waist, leaving her naked pussy completely exposed. She felt completely wrecked, but she’d never felt so free. Harry reached up and brushed a stray hair from her face. His touch was gentle and sweet, making her blush. Then, without a word, he started unbuttoning his own shirt, his eyes never leaving her.
In that moment, Penny understood that this was only the beginning.