What was worse was she seemed to be all too aware of it and apparently prided herself in seeing just how aroused she could make him.
By the end of class, Gabrielle had Harry so worked up that Hermione had, at one point, quietly asked him if he was all right because she thought he looked flushed.
In truth, Harry was more sexually excited than he had ever been during a class before--his heart was racing, his pulse was pounding, his cock was hard and throbbing (luckily hidden beneath the desk) and he was having difficulty restraining himself from taking Gabrielle right there in the middle of Transfiguration, rules and disapproving professors be damned!
And still she continued to tease him: rubbing her hands down the back of his robes, running her fingers along the rim of his ears, playing with his hair and, every once in a while, managing to manoeuvre so that his hand found its way in between her legs where it seemed to want nothing more than to caress her incredibly warm, bald sex of its own accord.
When the bell rang for the end of class, Harry mumbled to Ron and Hermione that he had something to take care of and he would see them at lunch.
He seized Gabrielle's hand and practically ran from the room.
Finding the first unused classroom he could, he dragged her inside and locked and silenced the door.
He unfastened his robes and while he removed them, she quickly pulled his boxers down.
He stepped out of them and pulled her up to him, his cock pressed between them, leaking his fluids on her belly.
They wrapped their arms around each other and they kissed.
Harry's right hand slipped down her back, over her bum and in between her legs questing for her entrance.
He found her dripping.
He pulled his hand away and, grabbing her shoulders, held her at arms length.
"You've been very naughty, haven't you?" he asked, smirking evilly.
Her eyes danced with excitement as she smiled and nodded.
She made a grab for his turgid manhood, only to have him restrain her arms.
"You spent that entire lesson driving me mad."
She tried her best to look innocent, but couldn't seem to clear the guilt from her face entirely.
"You, my dear," he said menacingly, "are now going to pay the penalty."
Her eyes went wide.
Harry could tell from the bond that she was excited, but she tried her utmost to look scared.
As quick as he could manage, he had her on the ground, hovering over her.
She waited expectantly, trying for all she was worth to make her lower lip tremble convincingly.
Harry reached down, guided himself to her slick cunt and without further preamble, shoved himself all the way in.
She gasped at the suddenness only to moan in pleasure an instant later.
He began a steady, pounding rhythm, needing desperately to work off some of what she'd spent an hour and a half building up.
Tangling her hands in his perpetually messy hair, she bucked her hips up to meet each thrust.
She pulled his head down and their mouths met once again to let their tongues explore.
When their kiss broke, he licked his way along her jawline, down to her neck and around her new collar.
She gasped in pleasure.
He raised himself up and just drank her in with his eyes as his cock continued pistoning inside her.
Young as she was, she was gorgeous--lying there beneath him, a lustful smirk on her face, her eyes glazed over, her silvery hair fanned out around her head like a halo, a steady grunt escaping her each time he bottomed out in her immature pussy.
He grabbed a nipple and, as he had the night before, he twisted it and pulled it before allowing it to snap back painfully.
And, just as it had those few hours ago, the shock, pain and pleasure drove her over the edge.
She came violently.
"Uuuhh," she cried.
"Oh, Master! Oh, yes! Oh, harder!"
Her orgasm peaked and slowly faded.
Harry's cock twitched but he didn't come.
Carefully, he raised up on his knees and rested back on his heels, pulling her along so that she was still impaled on him.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and proceeded to continue pounding in and out of her.
Unable to reach him in that position, she contented herself with playing with her own nipples, twisting them and pulling them as he had done twice now.
She moaned each time, but she clearly did not derive the same pleasure from it as she had when it had been his hands doing the teasing.
He smiled and kept pounding away, feeling the pressure build--he was getting close.
He picked up the pace a bit, but could only speed up so much as he had set a rather quick rhythm when he'd started.
Not content with abusing her own nipples, Gabrielle used her left hand to caress her chest as though she had breasts and reached her other down to play with her clit.
Harry watched her masturbating as he fucked her for a few seconds, then he slapped her hand away.
She opened her eyes which had been closed since she'd come and looked up into his face.
He was smirking.
She groaned in frustration and moved her hand back to the top of her slit.
Again, he watched it for a few seconds before slapping it away.
This time she grunted in annoyance, too aroused for words, before returning to her self-ministrations.
Another few seconds passed as he watched her masturbate.
This time, instead of swatting it away, he grabbed her hand with his left and pinned it against her hip so that she couldn't move it.
Now she nearly screamed in defeat.
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