A Carolina Christmas

The Christmas holidays arrived with a blanket of snow. Few students had remained including Harry, the Weasleys, and to Harry's delight, Carolina.

The past few weeks when he'd pass her in the hall he noticed she still averted her eyes but now with a blush and the hint of a smile.

Harry hoped it would be easier to get her alone with the empty halls but Ron was glued to his side every waking moment.

Harry decided to make the best of it hanging out with his friend and enjoying the lack of class.

Christmas morning rolled around and Harry was surprised to find presents at the end of his bed. Growing up with the Dursleys he had come to expect nothing.

A hand knit sweater from Mrs. Weasley, and a book on quidditch from Hermione each gave him a smile but the gift with no name just a short note about returning what had been borrowed from his father gave him pause.

He opened it to find a cloak of thin material. Throwing it around his shoulders he heard a gasp from Ron.

"What?"

"Your body."

Harry looked down and saw nothing where his body should be.

"I've heard of these, invisibility cloaks, they typically leave a slight outline or distortion and don't last more than a few months. But I cant see a hint of you. It's incredible."

Harry was quiet, the wheels in his head spinning on how he planned to make use of this wonderful gift.

That evening leaving an excellent dinner Harry and Ron head back towards the tower.

"Hey, Ron, go ahead back without me," he said pulling out his cloak. "I'm going to try to slip into the restricted section to find that Flammel Hermione was talking about."

Ron nodded and headed for the stairs. Harry, now invisable made his way back towards the dining hall rounding a corner to see Carolina heading towards the dungeons.

Hurrying to catch up he followed her. She lead him to a bare damp section of wall and after speaking the password into their empty commonroom.

Knowing no other Slytherins were there over the holidays he removed the cloak.

"Merry Christmas, Carolina."

She gasped spinning around. Hand on her chest she fought to catch her breath.

"Po....Sire. How.....?"

"Don't worry about that, just know I can always get to you." He noticed her tremble slightly at these words.

"I....uh....I wanted to thank you."

"Oh?" Harry, walking around her paused behind her.

"That Beth girl was attacked after you left me in the restroom, I know it wasn't a centaur, I...I know you could have **** me that day, thank you for having mercy."

Harty smiled to himself. "You had been good and obedient, and still have. You deserve to be rewarded." Harry lightly traced his fingers up her thigh, her breath catching in her throat, as he kissed her neck.

"Lay back on the couch."

Carolina moved unsteadily to the couch laying angled against the armrest with her legs hanging off the front.

Harry gently slid his hands upher thighs under her short skirt and eased her damp panties down her leg. He leaned froward kissing his way up her inner thighs teasing her puffy lips with his tongue.

"Oh my God." She fought the urge to grab his head as he licked and teased her nub sending little shocks through her system.

He pushed a finger inside her thrusting with each flick of his tongue, listening to her breath quicken her hips beginning to rock in time with him.

He brought her close then pulling back he freed his cock plunging inside her steaming box.

"OH FUCK!" She tensed, shuddering through an orgasm. He paused holding her til she came down a little then began moving within her.

Harry reached up pullung her shirt open, he used one hand to toy with her nipple while the other supported his weight.

Her soft tunnel began tightening against him with each thrust, their rhythem building, he felt the pressure building. They locked eyes in perfect sync as he was unable to hold back any longer, he exploded, the warmth flooding her womb tipping her into her second, her legs squeezing him as she road it out.

Harry took a second to collect himself, he stood and straightened his clothes. He leaned down kissing her forhead. "Good girl," he whispered in her ear drawing a blush.