Halloween

For the next few days Harry was on pins and needles waiting for the ax to drop. He fully expected to be expelled and possibly arrested.

Over those days the only thing that changed was that the giggles slowly stopped, he guessed the joke had run its course, and the girl, who he learned was a year older named Carolina, would avert her eyes and rush past when they met in the hall.

Now that the danger seemed to have passed he found the memory of the encounter, the fear in her eyes and his appearent power over her, to be intoxicating.

He knew it was wrong but he longed to repeat the experience, maybe even push it further. It was difficult to try and tamp down his desire, constantly reminding himself he needed to be careful, Carolina may have kept he word and held her tongue but the next girl might not.

Harry tried to distract himself by diving into his schoolwork and quiddich practice but it was difficult when every female at the school was so attractive.

It didn't help that the regulation governing the length of the girls skirts was not enforced allowing many of his classmates to show a tantalizing amout of their legs.

He tried to remain focused slipping off to the restroom whenever the need got too great.

The night of Halloween Ron had insulted Hermione once too often sending her to cry in the girl's room. So when Quirrel ran into the dining hall yelling about a troll in the dungeon he found himself conflicted.

He and Ron realizing she had not been alerted to the danger were rushing to girl's room when the voice in the back of his mind started in. 'She's all alone and the rest of the students were being lead to safety and the teachers heading for the dungeon.' He shook his head to clear the voice.

'It would be so easy for the two of you to over power her.'

"Harry, look!" Harry looked where Ron pointed seeing the troll entering the very restroom where Hermione was.

His mind cleared he led Ron at a run entering the room to find the troll swinging his club at their friend. It missed ending bent over.

Harry didn't think leaping onto it's back inadvertently shoving his wand up it's nose. It bellowed in pain trying to shake him as he held on for dear life.

Ron used the levitation spell successfully for the fist time and dropped the trolls club on its own head knocking it out.

The teachers arrived as they were catching their breath, Harry looked around them noticing all the damage. The bathroom was mostly destroyed, water spraying all over.

Then he stopped, he was aware of someone speaking but all he noticed was Hermione soaked to the bone. Her clothes were clinging to her soft curves, her shirt transparent, lacy bra holding her B-cup breasts in full veiw.

Shaking with desire it was all he could do to hold himself back. He moved in autopilot following Ron back to the dorm.

'What is wrong with me. I need to get it under control before I do something stupid."

He got ready for bed and lay staring at the underside of the canopy. 'I need some relief. The Slytherins are a but of bullies, the girls are all slutty bitches like cousin Debbie, surely it would be okay to vent on them.'

His answer to his quandary so simple and perfect, he slipped into a deep slumber.