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The Shower of yearning (1/2)

Harry Potter x female reader

Summary: Harry Potter likes y/n, although he won't admit it. y/n likes Harry Potter, although she won't admit it. Hogwarts Castle is sick and tired of it - and decides the two need some help, forcing them to shower together again and again.

warnings:Hand Jobs,Shower Sex and Accidental Voyeurism

The first time it happened, it was mortifying.

Harry was standing in the shower, under the hot spray. y/n had been right - it was a privilege to be able to use the Prefects Bathroom as Gryffindor’s new Qudditch captain. And while he didn’t have time to have a bath every night he now favored nightly showers in the grand shower room for the boys. It was much better than sharing a bathroom with Seamus. He was coming to the end of his wash - soaping up his armpits, when all of a sudden there was a loud pop.

Standing in front of him was y/n. More important, standing in front of him was a very wet, very naked, and very soapy, y/n Since she had been in the middle of washing her hair - her eyes were closed and she did not immediately recognize their predicament. Instead Harry was treated to five glorious seconds of his friend’s nude body. His eyes devoured her. Running from her feet, up her legs toned by years of climbing staircases, to the tidy patch of hair that covered her sex, and then he looked up to her breasts. Her naked breasts. He watched a soap suds trickle down the curve of one, ending perched on a nipple.

y/n eyes opened and they stared at each other in mounting horror.

“Harry!?”

“y/n?”

Before Harry could even think to do anything chivalrous - or even cover up his rapidly hardening cock - y/n had squeaked like a mouse, threw one hand over her breasts and another in front of her sex, and ran from the shower. So stunned by it all, Harry didn't even think to turn and look at her ass as it scurried away.

He regretted it for the rest of the night.

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The second time it happened, it was awkward.

Harry and y/n - both pink in the face throughout all of the next breakfast - had snuck away from Ron and Hermione to have a quiet conversation before class. They worked out that they had both been using the showers at the same time, y/n in the girls’ and Harry in the boys’, and they decided it must have just been some strange jinx. Another mystery of Hogwarts. They promised that it wouldn’t ruin their friendship or make things uncomfortable.

And for four nights they were right. Harry showered in peace and solitude - and while a part of him wished he could see y/n naked again he was glad not to endure that embarrassment again. Anyway, his dreams took care of his desires. He had woken up most nights now with a raging erection and a faint memory of a nude y/n. He tried to ignore it. She was his friend. Nothing more.

Still, his heart thundered in excitement when he heard that loud pop again. He knew what happened last time he heard that sound - and sure enough y/n was suddenly in the shower with him again. Except this time, she wasn’t washing her hair. She was washing her legs - bent at the waist as she soaped up her calves. Standing behind her, Harry was presented with the greatest view of his life. His eyes followed up her legs, over her thighs, to her plump, round bottom presented to him like a five course meal. He devoured the view - each soapy, wet asscheek there to be squeezed and kneaded.

“Oh Merlin” he babbled.

y/n stopped washing her legs. She went very still and then realizing her position she quickly stood up. She did not turn around however - instead standing facing the wall, letting Harry bathe in the view of her delectable rump. “Harry?” she whispered with uncertainty.

“Yeah. It's me” Harry said. He begged every power in the universe that y/n didn’t turn around. Partly because he wanted to continue to stare at her ass. Partly because his cock was so hard now it could cut stone.

They stood together in silence for a while - only the sound of the shower covering their breathing. Harry’s cock twitched as he watched a droplet of water run down the curve of her back and dipped between her cheeks, vanishing out of sight. Then y/n finally said, “could you leave this time? I still haven’t finished washing. If that’s ok?”

Harry gulped. “Sure” he said, backing out of the shower, not letting his eyes leave her ass until they had to.

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The third time it happened, it was explosive.

Harry and y/n had again managed to find an excuse to leave Ron and  Hermione at breakfast the following day and had a hurried conversation in an abandoned classroom. They worked out that it only seemed to happen when they were showering at the same time - and so the obvious answer to their problem was to make sure their schedules never aligned. Harry felt a stab of disappointment as they agreed, but he supposed it was for the best.

For a week then - Harry enjoyed his showers in peace and quiet. Enjoy being the right word because whenever Harry was alone under the water, his hand always dropped to his cock, stroking himself, jerking his shaft until he spilled his cum against the wall. He only ever thought about one thing. Her breast,.Her bottom. Her legs. Her back. Her wet hair and face. The visions came to him as he pumped himself, always concluding with a grunt of relief.

On Monday night then he had quickly washed - ready to engage in his new past-time - when the loud pop filled the shower again. He stumbled back, caught by surprise. There was y/n in front of him again. She was naked again. Her body glistened with the water again. Her face was already pink and her breasts were already heaving as she breathed heavily - as if she was trying to control herself after a long run. “Oh sorry!” she squeaked. “I thought you were finished!”

Harry had no reply at first. He found it hard to think of anything but the word “tits” that was currently doing laps around his brain. He wanted to squeeze them. He wanted to kiss them. It was only when he realized with mounting horror that he was now hard - fully erect, aching for relief - in front of one of his best friend did he finally return to earth. “Ok” he said. Trying to remember how English worked. “I wasn’t done.”

“What did you have left to do?”

It wasn’t the question Harry expected y/n to ask. Did she think that they should simply both finish their showers and pretend this was normal? More to the point, it wasn’t a question Harry wanted to answer - since there was no polite way to say “all I have left to do is jerk myself off to the memory of your naked ass.” Still he found himself looking down at his cock - still hard, still pointing directly at y/n. She followed his gaze and let out a little squeak. “Oh. Ok. Here, I have some soap.”

It was at this point Harry was certain this was a dream. It had to be a dream. It couldn’t not be a dream. Because y/n had just reached forward with a soapy hand and wrapped her fingers around his penis. He grunted. It didn’t make any sense. He had touched his own cock a million times before and somehow it never came anywhere near as good as y/n soft, dainty fingers pressed against his flesh. For a moment she simply held him, cock in hand, her eyes looking up at him. And then she started to move. As if this was normal. As if it was perfectly innocent for her to wash his shaft clean. Her arm gently pumped - her breasts bouncing with the movement - as she started to stroke his cock, lathering him up. Harry lasted for all of about ten delirious, delicious and delectable strokes until with a shuddering groan, he came. His seed splattered against her naked thigh.

“Finished?” Asked y/n breathlessly.

Harry nodded and took that as his sign to leave.

The Shower of yearning (2/2)

Harry Potter x female reader

Summary: Harry Potter likes y/n, although he won't admit it. y/n likes Harry Potter, although she won't admit it. Hogwarts Castle is sick and tired of it - and decides the two need some help, forcing them to shower together again and again.

warnings:Shower Sex

The fourth time it happened, it was perfection.

Harry and y/n didn’t make eye contact for most of the following day. There was no clandestine meeting. No plan on how to avoid their little showery rendezvous. Whenever they were around each other, they went slightly pink and felt that Hogwarts was suddenly all too warm. Harry even skipped his shower that night - instead choosing to shower the following morning in the dorm showers. But one view of Seamus pulling nose hairs out as he washed his face was enough for Harry to know this was not a viable option.

So the following night he was back in the shower, back to thinking about y/n, back to remembering how good it had felt to be in her hand. He had barely begun to wash himself before the pop came. y/n was there a second later - chewing on her lip, one finger toying with a strand of wet hair. They made eye contact for a few seconds. A thousand words passed silently between them.

“Oh Harry”she said, taking a step forward.

Harry groaned. “Fuck it.”

Their embrace was wild. Before he could so much as blink, he had his arms wrapped around her, and y/n was clinging to him just as tight. Her hands were just as eager to roam over his toned, defined back as his hands were to drop to her peachy bum, finally discovering what it felt to grope y/n ass. They moaned into each other’s mouths - their kiss desperate and uncontrollable. It went through all the early stages of dating in four heartbeats - the peck, the press of lips, the open mouth, the battling tongues for dominance.

“Need this” Harry grunted into her neck at one point as he lathered it with kisses - delighted with the moans escaping y/n mouth. “Need you.”y/n arched her back, pressing her stomach against his cock, letting him feel her skin sliding along his length. “Please. I want it. Now.”

Harry reached down and hiked up one of y/n’s legs up with his arm. He pressed her back into the shower wall for support, even as her sex was revealed to him. He didn’t waste any time in stepping forward, pressing his shaft against her opening. Even the shower couldn’t wash away her arousal - hot and wet, begging for him. They both groaned - the sound louder than the water - as he pushed himself inside, sheathing himself inside her body, taking her for the first time.

y/n grabbed his face as he started to thrust. Her hands cradled each cheek as she pulled him back against her lips, kissing and sucking, covering him with her love. Harry meanwhile hiked up her other leg, trapping her against the shower wall with his body. She wrapped her feet around his waist. Letting him push even deeper, to claim every inch of her as his own. It didn’t take long for either of them as they rutted in the shower, bodies pressed together, wet skin slapping against wet skin, filling the bathroom with the sound of their fucking.

“Yes!” y/n cried out. A hand balled up in Harry’s hair. “Yes! Oh God yes! I’m cumming!”

Harry’s release followed a second later. A strangled “fuck!” escaping his lips as he spilled himself inside her.

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Harry was sitting in the common room long after most people had gone to bed. He was enjoying the warmth of the fire and was watching y/n talking to Hermione on the other side of the room. They were laughing about something. Harry smiled to himself. y/n was truly beautiful when she laughed - the joy of her face captured in her smile. It made his heart far too big for his chest.

They had been dating for several months now. Ever since that perfect night in the shower. They continued to shower together. They had gone to Hogsmeade on two dates. They had whispered in the dark to each other those words “I love you” as their bodies were embraced. He was so happy and he was glad that whatever strange curse of Hogwarts had thrown them together - had forced them to explore their feelings.

As he looked away from y/n and Hermione however he caught sight of a book in y/n bag: Secrets of Hogwarts. The title intrigued him - his eyes narrowing as he gently snuck the book out of the bag. y/n hadn’t noticed. Looking over the library stamp, he realized y/n had checked this book out after their second shower together, during that week when they had showered at separate times. He realized one of the pages was marked and flipped to it - his eyebrows rising higher with each word he read.

The Shower of Courting is an old Hogwarts myth that has never been confirmed to exist and must be regarded as an old wives’ tale. The story goes that if the castle itself perceives two students to be so compatible, so in unknowing love with each other, then it will take action and teleport them together into a single shower so that they might be forced to explore their relationship. It will do so until they consumate their relationship.

Harry looked up from the book stunned. y/n had known. That was why she had showered the third time, why she had stroked him, taking charge. He opened his mouth to say something - to question her - and then he shook his head ruefully. It didn’t matter. It really, truly didn’t matter. They both got what they had wanted. Hogwarts had got what it wanted. Laughing to himself, Harry returned the book to y/n bag and went to his girlfriend.