• Romeo, Juliet & Cinderella • | Tomrry

Act. VI. Hisses of help for the roar of fear

Professor Quirrell told her that they had to talk today, at the same time, Harriet wants to tell him that she can no longer take these private classes. She doesn't want the strange rumor to continue to grow. Especially now that she didn't seem to understand what it meant. She still doesn't. Harriet is uneasy and when the request comes out, Quirrell looks at her the same way he did that time.

"I don't think I can take your classes anymore professor. They say such nasty things and I wouldn't want-"

"You're a very pretty girl. You shouldn't pay so much attention to what other people say."

"I-it's not about...that. They say things about you too and I wouldn't... I wouldn't want you to..."

He looks at her that way.

He keeps looking at her that way.

"You'd better come with me to my office."

And he gets too close to her. Harriet purses her lips, intimidated and confused in equal measure.

Harriet can't move and it's not even about magic, she's paralyzed with fear. Quirrell's closeness is too much. She shakes her head, slowly... her body moves again. She tries to leave, obviously running; Quirrell holds her arm, forcing her to stay put.

"Don't run. We're still talking Harriet."

"I-I have something to do. And-"

"I'll say you were helping me. You don't need to hurry. Come here."

He forcibly takes her inside his office. Harriet puts up as much resistance as she can, until Quirrell pulls her down and drops her sitting on the office couch. With a non-verbal spell and no wand, Harriet is petrified in place. Quirrell slowly reaches down to remove her pants revealing pale, graceless legs. He massages the thighs with his hands and Harriet begins to hyperventilate. As if her body is not capable of even trying to fight the spell.

Quirrell takes a deep breath, rubbing the childishly tender flesh. He reaches between her legs and Harriet gives a whimper of confusion and fear, with the man sniffing her between her legs. He licks over her underwear and gives increasingly insistent exaggerated breaths.

Until Quirrell removes her underwear and slurps the vaginal fluid that comes out from the stimulations. A lamp shatters, a consequence of Harriet's magic breaking through in relation to what she feels. Fear. Deep fear and anxiety. Quirrell opens Harriet's shirt, pulls up her sports bra and takes Harriet's breasts in his hands. He squeezes them, pulls them and sticks his tongue into the moistened vagina.

"You are spectacular Harriet, you are the prettiest girl in school" he praises without stopping licking her sex. Another lamp explodes and with it even a piece of furniture. "So small and fragile... you are perfect, perfect."

Quirrell stands up and unzips his pants, revealing his erect penis and masturbating in front of Harriet. He grabs her legs and pulls her in, pressing down on the manhood until it simply being throw out violently. Harriet gasps awkwardly, crying her eyes out. She staggers to her feet, about to fall to the ground. Quirrell gets up and stops her from grabbing his pants. She runs off, covered with the black tunic of her uniform and fleeing as fast as her legs will allow. The first thing on her route is the library and hiding there is her best plan at the moment.

In the middle of her run, she violently collides with another person. Some books fall to the floor and the roar is quite loud "HARRIET!" The girl shrieks and had she not been grabbed by the arm, she would have run again. However, the one she knocked down was Tom.

"What's the matter, are you...?"

Harriet gives an anguish-filled sob. Tom notices that under her tunic she has no pants and no shirt on properly either. He stands up and takes her with him to a rather small corner that is never used, pulls up a bookcase and enters the small hole with her. Tom closes it with magic and even though Quirrell's screams can be heard outside, he has no way of finding them.