Ron and Harry, Will They Fuck?

Harry x Trolley Witch - Omg, Are They About to Fuck? (Part 1)

After successfully ignoring both Ron and Hermoine for the last few days leading up to the end of the school year, Harry and the other students were gathered at Hogsmeade Station ready for the Hogwarts Express' departure. The dark, messy-haired, skinny boy with the round glasses and the lightning bolt scar was more depressed than ever to be leaving the school. Not only was he sad that he was no longer talking to his friends who literally fucked each other behind his back, but also because he was leaving the only place where he felt he truly belonged. Since only discovering the wizarding world almost two years ago, Harry had never felt happier, and his dreaded return to number 4 Privet Drive made his heart ache.

He was the last to enter the train. Luckily there was an empty compartment, which Harry was beyond relieved to come across. Ironically, feeling more alone than ever, the boy was happy to have the compartment all to himself. He didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, but he wasn't really alone with the company of Hedwig. She was his only tie to the magical wizarding world while he was staying at the Dursley's.

The beautiful snowy owl went 'Hoot'.

'I know Hedwig, I know,' replied the boy as he opened the sliding door. The cheerful noise from the other students inside of the train was muffled as Harry shut himself and the caged bird inside of the compartment. Taking a sigh of relief, Harry lifted the cage and his trunk onto the overhead compartment and slammed his juicy ass on the seat.

The time flew by as Harry watched the changing landscapes whizz by, resting his arm against the windowsill and daydreaming about running alongside the train on all fours. Sunshine warmed the boy's pale face resting in his delicate palm while smiling at the thought.

A muffled voice, shouting 'AAAAANYTHING FROM THE TROLLEY?' became clearer as the Trolley Witch approached Harry's cabin.
The thought of delicious Honeydukes sweets felt like a necessity for Harry's departure from Hogwarts. Perhaps he could even buy enough to last the entire summer, plus, he had a fat stack of cash to blow anyways thanks to mummy and daddy.
'The recipe for success requires this exact ingredient,' said the boy to his owl just before getting to his feet and opening the sliding door. Just in time! there she was.

'Anything from the trolley, dear?' Asked the witch to the boy. Her voice was almost as sweet as the candies.

Harry was caught in awe at the sight of her. He remembered the first time he bought from the Honeydukes Express trolley, back when he first met Ron. The Witch's elderly, wrinkled face was like a token of their friendship, which Harry practically bought with his dead parents' money.

'Dear?' repeated the lady until Harry was able to respond. Her voiced had snapped him back to reality.

'Oh sorry, yes um..' Harry was just about ready to ask for as many acid pops, Bertie Bott's every flavour beans, cauldron cakes, Drooble's, fizzing whizzbees, pink coconut ice, pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, toffee and treacle fudge as the witch had, but the words just simply could come out. He was too busy staring lustfully at the woman as he thought about his ginger friend.

Feeling the mighty crushing pressure for something to say, he hurriedly spoke.
'Sorry, uh... Hi! what's your name?' Harry shot out his hand autistically. He had spat out the sentence out without even giving it a thought and was worried that that was a really fucking strange way he had just acted. The witch, however, seemed to think the opposite.

She gave a chuckled before replying in her kind old woman voice, 'Oh dear, JK Rowling didn't give me a name.'

'Wait, what?' Replied Harry, confused.

'Never you mind, dear,' She said as she abandoned her cart to place her fragile, wrinkled hand on Harry's chest. Before he could process anything, the boy who lived was pushed backwards into his compartment. Harry's phat ass was not thicc enough to cushion the fall. His coccyx would surely be bruised.
The old woman slammed the sliding door shut and towered over Harry like a tower.