QUICK FIC: Everyone Wants Harry Part 2: Vane on the Train (Harry Potter)

Summary: Harry rides the Hogwarts Express on September 1stfor the final time, and Romilda Vane doesn’t waste any time in proving Ginny right about women being after him this year. (Harry/Romilda)

Since Ron had elected not to return for another year at Hogwarts, and Ginny preferred to go on her own rather than waiting on her family, Harry and Hermione went to King’s Cross Station together. Harry wanted to avoid being gawked at like a circus animal, and without waiting on the straggling Weasleys to make it out of the house at the last possible minute, Hermione’s planning got the two of them onto the train earlier than any of the other students. They arrived so early that Harry almost didn’t know what to do with himself, but he wasn’t complaining. He was able to leisurely lug his trunk around and claim a compartment near the back. The train was almost silent with no one else onboard yet, so he even closed his eyes and relaxed once he was settled in.

Hermione apparently had made plans to meet up with a group of the more academically focused witches in their year, who she’d gotten closer to during sixth year while she was angry with Ron and bickering with Harry over the Half-Blood Prince’s textbook. Harry had been a bit surprised, but he’d encouraged Hermione to go find her own compartment for them to use. She’d never really had many female friends, or friends in general aside from him and Ron, so he was happy for her to go and chat with them. She mentioned that she might stop by his compartment later, but time would tell. Harry left the door to his compartment unlocked, so anyone could stop by.

He could hear the commotion as other students started arriving at the station and boarding the train, but he kept his eyes closed and waited to see how long it would take for someone to peek into his compartment. It took a few minutes, but he eventually did open his eyes and look towards the door when he heard it being pulled open.

“Found you.” Romilda Vane smiled widely upon seeing Harry sitting there and stepped into his compartment quickly.

“Hello, Romilda,” Harry said cautiously. He remembered her attempt to slip him a love potion in sixth year, and that made him wary of what she might try to do now. “You didn’t bring a trunk with you?”

“Oh, it’s back in my compartment with my friends,” she said as she shut the door to the compartment behind her. “I won’t stay long. I just wanted to say hello.”

“Well, hello, then,” Harry said. Despite what she said, she walked deeper into the compartment and sat down beside him.

“Thank you for saving us from You-Know-Who, Harry,” Romilda said. “We’re all so grateful to you.”

“Err, no problem.” It wasn’t like Romilda had been on his mind at any point during the horcrux hunt or the fight with Voldemort, but what was he supposed to say?

“I’m sure that I’m not the only one who wants to tell you, and show you, how grateful I am,” Romilda said. Her voice was lower now, and she turned her head and batted her eyelashes at him while leaning in so close that her breast touched his arm. “I’m also sure that I’m not the only one who wants to put my name forward to be the one you choose as your wife by the end of the year. I’m glad I got here first, though.”

Harry groaned. Apparently, Ginny had been right. If he was already getting a witch coming up to him and offering to marry him before the train had even departed from King’s Cross, this was probably going to be a recurring theme for the year.

“Listen, Romilda,” he began. “I’m sure you’re uh, nice and all, but I don’t really know you that well. And I’m not just going to agree to marry someone because—”

“Relax, Harry,” Romilda said, giggling. “I don’t expect you to propose here and now. I just wanted to put my name forward.” Harry watched, bemused, as she got down on her side on the seat and put her hands on his knees. “And you’re right; you don’t know me that well. That’s why I wanted to take this chance to get out ahead of everyone and teach you something about myself.” Her right hand left his knee, slid across his leg and landed directly on his crotch. “For example, did you know that I’m really good with my mouth?”

Harry held his breath as Romilda’s hand undid his zipper, slid into his underwear and grabbed his cock. He might not know much about Romilda, bar her willingness to try and slip him a love potion, but he could now say that her hand was very soft, and it felt damn good when she stroked his shaft and rubbed her thumb across his cockhead. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her to stop, because he didn’t know her or even particularly care for her, but then he remembered what Ginny had said.

Live your life to the fullest. Have fun. Enjoy this last year at Hogwarts.

She clearly wasn’t wrong about witches throwing themselves at him, if Romilda was any indication. He wasn’t going to lie to anyone or promise anything that he wasn’t prepared to deliver on. Maybe it would be smarter to send her away so she didn’t take his acceptance as a possible opening for her to actually become his wife, but she had said that she was just hoping to show him what she could do. Maybe he should just let her do it and enjoy a blowjob on the Hogwarts Express for the first time ever.

Or maybe he could push for even more than a blowjob and see just how far Romilda was willing to go to make an impression on him.

What does Harry tell Romilda?