The trap had already caught her.

After a moment of fuming her expression softens, and she takes her hand away from the door. However, her heart rate had spiked, and she is jittery and flushed.

Padma looks at you, breathing heavily. You can see little beads of perspiration on her forehead. She slowly walks back over to the chair and collapses into it. Her floor length robe riding up to her mid-calf.

"You can just be the worst sometimes, Marvolo" she says exasperatedly. She loosens her blue tie until the knot hangs between her breasts, clears her throat and downs the rest of her tea. "Geez it's hot in here." she mutters.

You shrug noncommittally.

She fans herself a little, and then with a sidelong glance at you she undoes the top few buttons on her blouse. You see her dark brown skin glistening with sweat peeking out from her now open neckline. She takes the saucer from underneath her teacup and fans herself with it.

"Now where were we?" she asks, sighing in relief. "I think you needed something from me?"

A sultry tone had taken over her voice and a smirk had snuck on to her face. She was staring at you her eyes sharp, but afraid of making eye contact. A strand of raven colored hair hang loose in front of her face. Her breathing was heavy, and her breasts moved in an alluring fashion, threatening to pop out of her stodgy robes.

"Are you sure its not hot in here?" she asks again.

"No, its quite pleasant." You say, meeting her gaze. "But I know Umbridge likes to layer you girls up."

She nods slowly, the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.

"You know, we're all friends here, right?" she nods "You can go ahead and remove a layer or two, if you need to, I mean just to breathe."

Padma nodding in a daze, stands up and unties and unbuttons her robes. Umbridge's fashion restrictions had really gone too far, it shouldn't take a minute to take off a robe... Once the last button is loose Padma slowly lets the top of her frumpy robe slide off of her shoulders and down to the floor. Underneath the robe is a sweaty white blouse, and a modest school skirt. Her blue and bronze striped socks rise from her oxfords to just below her knees, leaving just under a foot's worth of exposed leg before her hemline.

"Much better." Padma giggles, looking at you nervously. She sits back down, tucking one foot underneath her, her skirt riding up and showing more of her skin.

"Just a bit of a tease aren't you?" You ask with a smile.

Padma blushes, winks and pops a sugar cube into her mouth.

"Oh my god." she moans. "What is with that sugar its so good."

"It's a trade secret I'm afraid." you say. She snorts.

"Have some more tea, wash down the sugar," you say, pouring her a cup of tea, with a lot of cream.

"Sure!" she chirps, and downs the cup almost immediately.

"What- ooh-" she puts her fingers too her temples. "What did you say you -uhh- needed?"

"Your vaginal secretions, and it must be voluntary." you say smoothly.

"My -huuuh- my what?" she moans erotically, writhing in her chair as another silent wave of passion ripples through her.

"Your pussy juice." you say.

"OK, fuuu-" she gasps, "but I need your cock inside me!"

As soon as she admits it, the last effect of the cream kicks in. The sugar cubes had been to raise compliance, but the cream had the effect of raising libido. Once Padma had admitted that she wanted cock the last of her resistance evaporated. Her pupils were clouded by a pinkish-purple light.

The Patil Twin was squirming out of her panties and panting for air. she stumbles over, and throws open your robes. You whip out your turgid member, and she makes to straddle you.

"Be a good girl and use your mouth first Padma." you say sternly. To your surprise she quivers, shakes and drops to her knees. The potions should not have had that effect, it seems someone has an authority complex. Interesting.

She looks up, her eyes pleading. "Sir, please may I suck your cock" he voice trembles in anticipation.

"Yes Padma." You say as you ready your wand.

She licks the length of your shaft and then dives upon your cock, with an energy that is frankly alarming. Her lipstick leaves crimson stains along your cock.

What Padma Patil lacks in technique she makes up for in determination, you barely have the wherewithal to remember why she's here. You flip up her plaid skirt, and insert your wand into her sopping wet pussy. She gasps, her eyes go wide and her whole body shakes.

Popping her mouth off of your shaft she screams, "FUUUUUCK!" and collapses on the floor.

Pulling your wand from out of her twitching snatch you carefully set it aside for later.

Grabbing her by her hair you pull her to a sitting position. She moans in ecstasy, and straddles you.

"I need it, I need it." she mutters. She begins to bounce arrhythmically on your cock, she's surprisingly light. Grabbing at her torso you yank at her bra, which gives way underneath your nimble fingers. Her perky tits bounce freely.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She moans from on top of you. She leans down over you and kisses you on the lips, she doesn't even notice your right hand on the camera remote.

As she continues to ride you lost in euphoric bliss, you reach over to her robes. Pulling out her wand you smile. With a steady hand you insert the wand into her anus, and she screams in suprise.

"What the hell?!" she yells.

"Inhorresco." You say with a grin.

"Where do you get off just sho----FUUUUUCK!" Patil moans as her wand begins to vibrate and pulse. Who said all of the Dark Arts were bad? A virgin probably.

Unable to speak, Padma scratches your chest trying to find purchase. Her back is arched completely, and she is over-rotating. Her nipples pointed straight at the ceiling.

You are deeper inside a woman than you have ever been.

"Damn you are flexible." you say, almost busting your load right there. You realize that Padma has clamped down on your dick like a vice, lost in an ever building orgasm.

Grabbing the tiny Indian woman by her waist, you slowly lift her off of your cock. Her eyes, focus for a second.

"Wha-?"

You spin her around, place her knees on the ground and take her from behind. You thrust into her, as she quivers under your attention.

You look at her face and see tears streaming down her face, her make-up is a mess. However, her expression is one lost in rapturous bliss.

She is trying to say something but only "Yes, harder, fuck, fuck." can be made out.

Finally, unable to hold on, you pull out. This time Padma doesn't seem to notice. She is lying twitching on the ground spasming in pleasure, as you spill your seed on her back.

Fifteen minutes later she is recovered enough to realize her predicament. You are sitting in your armchair sipping on black tea. You have on the table in front of you a small green phial, her potion.

"You asshole," she says, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll report you!"

"I don't think so." You say, holding up a wizard photo. In it Padma is holding your face, and kissing you bouncing up and down on your cock. A picture which is conveniently non-explicit thanks to her plaid skirt, but the action is clear. The picture Padma looks over and sticks her tongue out at real Padma.

She reaches for her wand, forgetting where it is. Remembering, she turns crimson, and reaches for her misplaced wand only to find her panties over it-held on with Spell-o-Tape.

"Come now Padma." You say with a smile. "It's one night of ecstasy really in exchange chance at true love- it's pure wins. Besides now I am sure you have plenty of talent to impress this Dean boy with."

"Marvolo you are a real asshole." She sobs.

You just smile, as she storms off back to her room, vibrating wand troubling her all the way back.