In the Closet

Banishing a ghost

"Oh, Tom!" Olive cried on Tom's shoulder. "I'm haunted. Myrtle has come back as a ghost and haunts me because I made fun of her glasses."

"It wasn't new to Tom, ever since the attacks stopped with the capture of that oaf Hagrid, all girls wanted to be with him. He saved them from the attacks. A girl had died. It was no loss. Even the expulsion of Hagrid was no loss. It was a loss however that he couldn't open the Chamber of Secrets again. Normally he would have preferred to build a love nest there for him and whichever girl wanted to join him. But that Muggle-loving fool of a Transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore was to close by. So he was stuck have to use a closet, near the entrance of his desired hide-out.

"Don't worry, Olive! She will not haunt you for now!" Tom said. I'll kill you first. Too bad Olive was a pureblood, it was not his intention to kill purebloods. At least not without extracting some pleasure from the girl.

"Come in here, we won't be disturbed here. And even if Myrtle's ghost tries to haunt you, I will be here to protect you..." With those words Tom opened the door of the broom closet. Pringle had left it open.

When he was inside he worked real quickly. Within a second he had undressed her and penetrated her.

"What?" Olive looked at him with big eyes full of fear. He read hurt in her eyes.

"This is something no one can take away from you ever again! It's my own way of banishing ghosts!"

"You are so clever Tom. How can I ever repay you?" Olive said.

"By looking as if you enjoy it!" snarled Tom and he began to move inside her.

He wasn't the guy for foreplay. He rarely touched a breast when he had sex with somebody, and still the girls kept coming back for more.

He had pinned Olive to the wall of the closed. Holding her hands behind her back. He didn't want her to touch him anywhere else than she already this. Maybe it was his dark charm that gave him that forbidden sign everybody always longed to trespass...

Her breath was shallow, his own started to break. He was close. So with one enormous effort he heaved her off the ground and thrusted once more into her... hard and merciless as he came. His hand finally reached her breasts, cupping them as he fell asleep on her shoulder.

It was Olive who waked him. He was still in her. They were still naked in the closet. It was already dark. So he got dressed and let her dress herself, before he opened the door and strolled off for his patrol through the hall... he had neglected his Prefect duties for an afternoon. This was not tolerable. He needed to be careful. The heir of Slytherin wasn't supposed to give in to something a futile as sleep!