Blindfolds and Broom Closets

Disclaimer: If Harry Potter never tried to hook up with a girl in his boarding school, then he clearly doesn't belong to me. Warning: smut ahead.


Harry trudged dejectedly toward Gryffindor tower. His nightly torture with Umbridge had just finished. With Dumbledore gone from the castle, the situation had gone from bad to worse. The DA was disbanded, Umbridge's rule was absolute, and he had little to look forward to but another sleepless night, plagued by dreams of long, empty corridors and strange doors.

He had just passed an ancient suit of armor on the third floor when he sensed movement behind him. Before he could turn, a spell washed over him and he froze in place. His arms snapped to his sides and he began falling forward.

He barely had time to panic as the floor rose to greet him.

Just before his nose could smash against the stone, his descent paused and he hovered in place. A levitation spell pulled him back until he was standing upright. His heart raced, but he couldn't see his attacker. Visions of being captured and handed over to Voldemort assaulted his mind. He tried to shake off the effects of the petrification through sheer force of will, but he failed. He could do little more than breathe.

"Just relax, Potter," an unfamiliar female voice whispered in his ear. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Despite the soothing words, his panic doubled as she groped within his robes and extracted his wand. A blindfold was slipped over his eyes and pulled taut, masking his vision with darkness. He felt himself floating down the hallway and tried to remain calm, even though he was shouting obscenities in his mind. A door creaked open and then his chest was pressed against a wall.

A pair of hands gently pulled his wrists behind him. A silken rope tied them together firmly. His attacker gripped his shoulders and turned him around, pushing his back against the wall. He could only tell that he was in a small, enclosed space, perhaps a broom closet based on the smell.

"I'm going to take off the spell now," the voice said. "Don't bother yelling for help. The door is silenced. If you fight, I'll stun you."

The spell released and Harry slumped, suddenly in control of his body but still bound and unable to see anything.

"Let me go!" he shouted. "Who are you?"

"I'll let you go eventually. I already said I wouldn't hurt you."

The words were spoken in a relaxed voice, and they almost succeeded in calming him. If this person meant to kill him, he probably wouldn't be conscious right now. Still, he could think of no reason why someone would assault him without wanting to hurt him. The Inquisitorial Squad had been going out of their way to hex the members of the DA.

He took a deep breath and tried to smother his outrage.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily.

The smirk in her voice was audible. "Don't be cross, Potter. I just need a few minutes of your time. I'm in the middle of a contest, you see. You're going to help me win it."

Harry blinked in confusion behind his blindfold. "A contest?"

"Think of it as a scavenger hunt. The goal is to collect certain items throughout the castle. The more difficult the acquisition, the more points you earn. Can you guess what this year's most difficult quest is?"

He listened closely to the voice, but still didn't recognize it. It sounded mature, so the girl was likely older and not a Gryffindor. Plus, she had cast her spells silently. She had to be a sixth or seventh year.

"Kidnapping Harry Potter, I'd wager," he retorted.

She laughed and ran a finger down his cheek. He flinched. "No, not kidnapping. But this little rendezvous was fun to plan. It was hard to find a time when you were alone."

"What are we doing here then?"

She leaned forward. He could feel her face almost touching his. He tried to back away but had no room to maneuver. "I need your underwear to win the game," she whispered in his ear.

Her words failed to register at first. Of all possible answers, that one was perhaps the least expected.

"You need—what?"

The girl laughed again. She sounded amused rather than malicious, and it gave him hope that he might escape this situation intact.

"You should see your face," she said. "Your mouth is hanging open."

He closed it with a snap. "Are you fucking serious? You attacked me to get my underwear?"

"I wouldn't call that an attack," she said casually. "You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

"No, but—"

"Just listen, Potter. I'm not keen on staying here all night. I have a proposition for you."

From the tone of her voice, it didn't seem like he was in immediate danger. His fear was waning, but still he felt helpless. It was unnerving not being able to see anything, and the ropes binding his wrists were tight.

"I'm listening," he said warily.

"It's quite simple. I intend to win my game, so I need your underwear. I'd prefer that you give it to me willingly. If you do, I'll reward you. That's fair, isn't it?"

He tried to relax as he thought over her words. The situation was absurd. If the twins were still in Hogwarts, he might assume they had a hand in this.

"Is this some kind of prank?"


"What happens if I don't give it to you?"

"Then I petrify you and take it anyway."

"Who are you?" he snapped.

He winced as a wand poked him in the chest. "What a stupid question. I didn't realize you were that dense, Potter."

"So if I give you my bloody underwear, you'll let me walk out of here unscathed?"

"Well, I hope there's no blood on it, but no, that's not the proposition. I'll be taking your underwear regardless. The only question is whether you get something in return."

"What do you mean?"

She cupped his face in her palm. He almost flinched again. She moved closer until her body pressed against his. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, and it made him shiver.

"If you give me what I want, I'll suck your cock," she whispered in his ear.


She kissed him on the cheek and pulled away. Her wand trailed down his chest. "I've always wondered what The-Boy-Who-Lived had under his uniform," she mused. "Now's a good time to find out, and no one would ever know."

Harry's heart started racing again. "You can't be serious."

She gently squeezed his crotch, massaging him through his trousers. "I'm very serious, Potter, but I'm not going to rape you. You can say no. Shall I remove my hand?"

"You—you petrified me to offer me a blowjob?" he said, unsure he wasn't dreaming. This was like something out of a lurid fantasy.

"No, I petrified you to steal your knickers," she said with amusement. "But if you're a good little boy, and give me what I want, I'm willing to let you have a spot of fun."

Harry tried to think through the situation. The task was made more difficult by the hand resting between his legs. He was already growing hard, his erection pressing against his trousers. Her palm began rubbing gently along his entire length. His cock throbbed, apparently making its own decision. He couldn't quite find the will to tell her to stop.

But he was more stubborn than his cock. He had no idea who she was. She might be a Slytherin. She could easily be lying to him. She had trapped him, after all, and no good thing had ever come from a trap. Did he even want a blowjob from a stranger he couldn't see? His cock throbbed against her palm again, as if in answer to the question.

She remained quiet, waiting on his answer.

"I need to know who you are," he said.


"I don't know if I can trust you. You might—you might toss me out of here naked. You might have Umbridge's goons waiting just outside the door."

She sighed and removed her hand. "Potter, you're an imbecile. I went to a lot of trouble to be here. I could have stripped you and left you naked in the hallway already."

He gritted his teeth. She was right. She could have already hurt or humiliated him. But he'd never had a sexual experience outside of masturbation, and what she offered was both beyond the pale and too good to be true. Girls always seemed so complicated, yet here was one willing to uncomplicate things rather dramatically. Why was he resisting again?

He was so aroused he could barely think. There had to be a catch. Things like this just didn't happen to him. It was the blindfold and the restraints that made up his mind.

"I can't let you do that," he said, forcing out the words reluctantly.

"Your loss, then. I'm still getting what I came for. I'm about to petrify you again, so stand up straight or it might hurt."


"I'm not going to let you knee me in the face while I take your pants off, Potter. I'm not stupid."

"Don't petrify me," he said hurriedly. "You can have them, okay? Just—no more spells. Please."

There was a long silence. He expected his body to go rigid at any second, but the spell never came. Instead, he felt her body press against his again, trapping him against the wall. He squirmed as he felt her breasts against his chest. She gave his earlobe the lightest of kisses.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Potter," she whispered. "I'm not tricking you. Don't you want to feel my lips on your cock? They're so soft."

He licked his own lips at her words. "It—it's not that simple. I don't know you. If you told anyone…"

Her tongue darted out and licked his neck, and he couldn't contain his gasp. His wrists strained against his bonds, his hands instinctively wanting to touch her. Her fingers traced the outline of his cock through his trousers.

"Doesn't that feel good?" she asked softly.


"I know people who would happily torture you. If they found out I sucked your cock, they might torture me instead. I can't tell anyone. It would be our secret."

He couldn't decide whether to find that reassuring or not. That meant she had connections to Death Eaters, which likely placed her in Slytherin. He didn't know if a single Slytherin could be trusted. But her body was so close, her breasts felt so nice pressed against him, and her hand—dear God, her hand wouldn't stop moving.

"Why?" he asked thickly. "Why do this?"

"Maybe I want to suck your cock," she whispered, kissing his neck tenderly. "Maybe this is my only opportunity. I win my contest, and we both get to have a little fun in the process. I'm not your enemy."

"Then release me," he pleaded. "Take off the blindfold. I won't tell anyone."

"No. You've only got two options. Last chance: yes or no?"

She licked underneath his jaw and his resistance collapsed. He sagged against the wall. "Fine."

She laughed and patted his cheek. "Good boy. Just remember I still have a wand."

He felt her drop to her knees, and prayed he wasn't making a terrible mistake. He almost didn't care right now. He was on the cusp of his first sexual experience, and so aroused by her dirty talk he could barely stand it. He held his breath as she fumbled with his belt and pulled his trousers to his knees.

"Lift your feet," she said. "I'm getting what I came for first."

She yanked off one shoe, and then the other. She pulled his trousers to the ground and he let her take them off his legs. A moment later his boxers joined them and he felt the cool caress of open air against his cock. It throbbed in anticipation. He had never been naked in front of a girl before, and somehow not being able to see her made it all the more erotic.

There was a long pause. He could feel her eyes examining him. Then he felt her breath on his cock.

"Very nice, Potter."

"Thanks," he said, barely able to speak.

She hadn't touched him yet, and he couldn't wait for it to happen. His abdomen was so tight that he wasn't sure he would be able to handle whatever she did. A feeling of desperate need was already building.

"You look like you're about to burst. Just relax."

A soft hand gripped his cock and he breathed out roughly. Another hand teased his balls and he couldn't stop his cock from pulsing in her grip. She tugged him gently and he almost burst in her hand.

"Relax," she said again.

Soft lips suddenly engulfed his swollen crown, and he moaned. Her lips spread around him, lubricating him with wet warmth. She suckled him gently, and then the tip of her tongue caressed the underside of his cock so tenderly that he almost lost control. Her hand tugged firmly on his shaft and he did.

"I'm gonna—" was all he could say before orgasm overtook him. She wrapped her lips around his crown as thick bursts of cum erupted from deep within him. He shot into her mouth in what felt like a never-ending paroxysm of pleasure. He hadn't realized he was moaning until he was finished spurting and her warm tongue teased out the last of his release.

She was laughing softly when she stood. "That didn't take very long."

"Sorry," he said, panting and more than a little embarrassed. He had never imagined such a wonderful sensation. No amount of willpower could have prevented the inevitable explosion.

She fondled his softening cock and he could hear the smile in her voice. "That was your first blowjob, wasn't it?"


"I could tell. Did it feel good?"

"It was amazing."

She kissed his cheek. "Thank you. It's a shame you didn't get to enjoy it for very long."

He winced. He had gone from desperately wanting to escape this situation to wishing it would last forever. "Won't you tell me who you are?"

"Never. This is a one-time deal between strangers. Understand?"

"I guess," he said reluctantly.

She squeezed his cock almost painfully. "I'm using a voice-altering charm, so don't bother memorizing my voice. If you figure out who I am and approach me, I might just cut this thing off, so don't."

"I won't. I just wish I could touch you too."

There was another long silence. She fondled his cock and it started to grow hard in her hand again.

"If I let you, would you attack me?" she asked cautiously.

"No! I'd do whatever you want. Please."

She leaned in close again, trapping his cock between their bodies and pressing her breasts against him. He shivered when she kissed his neck. "Can I trust you, Harry Potter? Gryffindor honor?"

"I promise."

She nipped at his earlobe and then teased it with her tongue. "You've never touched a girl, have you?"


She smiled. "I'd be honored to be your first. You're not getting your wand until I'm gone, but I'll free your arms if you behave and do what I tell you to do."

"I will," he said hoarsely. At the moment, he would do anything to touch her. She had teased him mercilessly, and he had forgotten any thoughts of escape.

She stepped away. He flinched when he felt her wand press into his blindfold.


"Sticking charm," she said. "You won't be able to remove it, so don't try."

The pressure on his wrists suddenly released. The silk ropes that bound him fell to the floor. He cautiously brought his hands forward and rubbed them, trying to restore circulation.

"Don't make me regret this, Potter." There was a wariness in the air now, and he suspected her wand was pointed at him.

"What now?" he asked.

"Give me one of your hands."

He did so, and she pulled him forward until their bodies collided and her breasts were again pressed against him. Her tongue found its way inside his mouth, and he gladly returned its caresses. The kiss was so much different than the one he had shared with Cho. This girl was lusty and aggressive, and he loved it.

She led his hand up her thigh, then slid it beneath her skirt. She gasped in his mouth when his hand settled between her legs. It took him a moment to realize that she wasn't wearing any panties. The palm of his hand was resting on warm, wet flesh the likes of which he had never imagined.

She spread her legs a little and directed his thumb to her clit. She pushed his fingers lower, moaning when two of them slipped inside her.

Harry deepened their kiss, overpowered by the lust that now poured off them both. He reached his fingers deep inside her and explored her soft, wet walls. Her pussy clenched hard around them. He had never dreamed of anything so warm and inviting. That he couldn't see her only added to the desire to please her.

She pulled away, panting. "See how wet you made me, Potter?"

"You're so fucking hot."

"Rub my clit," she whispered. "Gently, and stroke me inside with your fingers."

She resumed their kiss, and he obeyed her commands gladly. He slipped his fingers inside her as far as they could go and stroked her walls until she was squirming. When his thumb teased her clit back and forth, she moaned.

She hiked a leg against him, allowing his fingers to probe deeper, and he pushed her body against the wall. She gasped and kissed him feverishly. He slid his free hand beneath her shirt and squeezed a very ample breast. She broke their kiss and buried her head in his shoulder.

"Fucking Merlin," she panted. "That's it, just like that."

She bucked her mound into his thumb as he rubbed her clit. He could feel it swell against his caresses. Her pussy soaked his fingers with her arousal, dripping into his palm as he pressed inside her.

Her panting filled the air, and he was in love with the sound. He already counted this as maybe the best experience of his young life. His sole focus was making this mysterious girl lose her mind. His cock was rock hard again, trapped against her abdomen as she rocked her hips against his hand needily.

"Harder," she said, and he pressed down firmly on her swollen clit, pushing it back and forth and burying it between her lips. He could feel the exact moment that ecstasy overcame her.

Her whole body trembled and she moaned. She thrust herself against his thumb as her pussy contracted hard around his fingers, gripping and releasing them and flooding the palm of his hand with more wetness.

She stopped moving all at once, resting her weight against him as she came down. While she slowly relaxed, he tried to catalogue her features. With her head nestled against his shoulder, he could tell she was a few inches shorter than he was. Her hair was spilling down his chest, so it was at least somewhat long. Her breasts were on the large side and firm, and he could tell from his trip up her thighs that she was neither thick nor thin in build.

He may not have any idea what she looked like, or what her real voice sounded like, but he was determined to find out who she was.

She took a deep breath and pulled away. "Wow."

"Yeah," he answered weakly. He couldn't find any other words to describe the experience.

His cock was now exposed to the air, hard and almost begging for her attention. Before he could ask what happened next, she dropped to her knees. He breathed out roughly as soft lips engulfed him again. One hand gripped the base of his cock while her mouth swallowed half his length in one smooth motion.

Harry groaned, hoping he could last longer this time. He wanted to savor this moment forever. She seemed overcome with lust, and wasn't taking her time to tease him this time. One hand stroked him while her mouth suctioned him tightly, releasing most of his length before taking more of it in a moment later. Her lips felt made for him.

He brought his fingers to his nose, delighting in the scent he found there. It was musky and sweet and altogether perfect. He breathed deeply, pressing them against his nostrils.

Her hand stopped stroking him. She grabbed the back of his thighs with both hands and pulled him forward, letting her mouth do all the work. Her lips wrapped around him so perfectly that he could barely stand it. Her tongue was the softest thing he'd ever felt. She bobbed her head and swallowed most of his length, slowly at first, then with force. Each time she released him, she suctioned his crown so exquisitely that it pulsed. It felt like she was fucking his cock with her face, and his orgasm built relentlessly again.

A barely audible whisper was all the warning he could give her. She withdrew and wrapped her lips around his swollen head, and used one hand to stroke him. He groaned as he once again shot copiously into her mouth. She pulled on him in time with his spurts, and it felt as if she were emptying him of everything in his body.

He sagged when he was finished, the tension of an entire year draining away. She stood and wiped her hand on his chest.

"Better that time?"


She laughed softly. "Well, this turned into quite an evening."

"Yes, it did. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He fiddled with his blindfold but found that it was stuck to him, just as she had claimed.

"Stop that," she said with a touch of irritation.

"Please tell me who you are."

"I can't. Don't try to find me, Potter. It would be dangerous for both of us."

"That bad?"


He didn't know what else to say. The girl had just treated him to the best night of his life. It had started out terrifying, but now he felt like he could use it to fuel a patronus.

He could feel her bending down. "I guess I've got what I came for," she said. "Hope you aren't too attached to your skivvies."

"No. They're all yours."

"Don't tell anyone about this, Potter. I mean it."

"I won't."

There was an awkward silence. He didn't know what to do with his hands. Her body was still so close, he almost felt the urge to hug her. The situation seemed to have gotten out of her control too.

"Well, then, I guess I'll be seeing you," she said, and then laughed. "You won't be seeing me though."

"It doesn't have to be that way."

He felt her wand press into his side. "Yes, it does. Turn around."


"Just do it."

He reluctantly did so, wondering if she intended to tie him up again. He briefly considered trying to wrestle away her wand, or throwing open the door, but quickly discarded the idea. Even if he managed to escape, he'd be stumbling blindfolded and half-nude into the hallway. Plus, she'd done him no harm, and allowed him to indulge in something he'd only imagined in fantasies.

"I'm hiding your wand on one of the shelves," she said. "You can use it to undo the sticking charm, but I'll be long gone by the time you find it. I assume you can put on your trousers by yourself."

"Yeah, I think I'll manage."

"You can turn around now."

He turned and she pulled him forward into a lusty kiss. He returned it aggressively, letting his hands roam over her body in an attempt to memorize her dimensions. When he grabbed her hair, she stiffened. It was thick and wavy, and she seemed to realize instantly that it was dangerous for him to know that.

She pushed him away. "Don't."


There was another silence. She cleared her throat. "Well, thank you for your assistance, Potter. Stay out of trouble, and don't come looking for me."

"I won't," he lied.

She left without another word. He heard the door creak open and then close almost immediately. He hastily sought out his trousers on the floor, then decided to search for his wand instead. If he could find it quickly enough, maybe he could undo her spell and chase her down. He knew the castle well, and might even be able to beat her to the dungeons, assuming that's where she was going.

He fumbled through random shelves, his hands grasping and releasing things hurriedly. There were too many objects and the shelves were deep. His frustration grew when he couldn't locate it. Finally, behind a jar of something on the top shelf, he found it. His hand closed around the familiar holly wand and he sighed as its warmth coursed through him. He quickly undid the charm on his blindfold and removed it. The broom closet was pitch black.


The illuminated space was even tinier than he was expecting. He looked at his watch and tried to decide whether it was worth it to chase down his mysterious paramour. He still had to dress, and she had already been gone for several minutes. Even with the short cuts he knew from the map, there still wouldn't be enough time to—

His heart almost stopped beating. He fumbled desperately with the inner pocket of his uniform. He carried the Marauder's Map with him everywhere he went now, very aware of the danger represented by Umbridge and her cronies. How could he have forgotten about it?

With trembling hands, he opened it and spread it along one of the shelves.

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

The map lit up, and his eyes raced across it. It was after curfew. At this hour, every student should be in their dorms. He detected no movement in the corridors at first, but then—there, less than twenty meters from the entrance to the Slytherin common room, was a name and a pair of swiftly moving feet.

He smiled in victory. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Samantha Runcorn."

Harry returned to Gryffindor tower whistling a merry tune, untroubled by his lack of underwear. There would be time tomorrow to think about Runcorn. He needed to know more about her before he decided on a plan of action. But tonight, it didn't matter. He knew his dreams wouldn't be plagued by nightmares or dark corridors. They would be filled with mysterious Slytherins, soft lips, and firm breasts. He inhaled deeply of his fingers. Another thought occurred to him, and he couldn't keep the smile off his face.

If there was a scavenger hunt going on, other girls might be brave enough to approach him too. Maybe he should figure out a way to encourage them.


Author's Note: This was just a quick oneshot, sort of inspired by the Tracey Davis encounter in Lust of Gryffindors. I hope you found it hot. Leave me a review if you did.

(A wizard named Albert Runcorn was a Death Eater/corrupt Ministry official in Deathly Hallows).