Lavender stared across the common room at The Boy-Who-Lived, his green eyes watching her from under that messy black fringe. The note she had been handed in class still rested tucked in her robes' pocket. We need to talk. Once the others are asleep. HP. She had no idea what Harry could have wanted from her. They hadn't shared so much of a hello since Ron and she had broken up. But if the boy who defeated Voldermort wanted to talk to you, Lavender supposed she had to give him a chance. She sat in one of the comfortable armchairs, sinking deeper into it with each passing minute, until the common room was nearly empty. Chewing on her tongue, she watched Hermione disappear to their dorms, and then Ron headed to bed as well. Harry sat alone, his eyes still on her.

"You coming to bed, Lav?" Parvati asked through a yawn.

"I'll catch you up. Not sleepy."

Her best friend shrugged and made her way up the spiral staircase. They were alone now, Harry and Lavender. She didn't move. If he wanted to talk, he could make the first move. He waited a minute more, the silence bubbling, and then he stood up and strode across the room. Lavender was taken with the idea that he was a general, a commander marching over to consult with the troops. She supposed with Voldermort's return he almost was.

"Thanks for staying," Harry said as he sat down in the armchair next to her.

Lavender shrugged. "I'm tired and I'm not that interested in helping the Golden Trio, so what do you want?"

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Malfoy's up to something. No one believes me. Not Hermione. Not Ron. He's doing something in the Room of Requirement and I need to find out what. Which means I need someone to distract him while I try to get in."

"How am I going t-" The words froze in Lavender's throat. Harry was blushing and suddenly she understood what he wanted.

After the disaster of dating Ron, after the hurt of monogamy, Lavender decided she needed to experiment more. Proper dating could come later, but if she was to find the right man, she had to have the right allure, which was just a fancy way to say she started to sleep around. First it was the Gryffindor boys. Seamus was eager to please in bed and Dean was a stallion. Cormac McLaggen was a selfish lover but did wonders for her self-esteem. The rumors quickly spread through Hogwarts that she was gasping for it, up to fuck anything. Boys from other houses started to chat her up. She loved it. Sex was fun and it felt amazing and the boys of Hogwarts worshipped her.

"You want me to seduce him?" Lavender said, a smirk on her face. "Not very honorable, is it Harry?"

"All's fair in love and war and this is war."

"So you needed someone to distract Malfoy and you thought you'd utilize the House Slut, huh?" Lavender licked her lips. She hadn't had a Slytherin before. "Okay, I'll do it. For the war effort, right? I need to be a good Gryffindor. But don't think I don't want something in return. I want my pound of flesh."

"Name your price."

"You."

Lavender enjoyed the way Harry's eyes went wide, how he shifted in his seat and his cheeks went red. She imagined all the things he was picturing in her mind, each filthier than the last. "Me?" He stammered. "What do you want with me? I thought you didn't care for the Golden Trio?"

"Exactly. Hermione's a fussy know-it-all who stole Ron from me, the Ron who was an ungrateful git. And his sister? A mean little bitch who thinks she's the Queen because she's in love with you. What's better to get a little revenge than to fuck their best friend, the famous Harry Potter? Anyway, I think you'll be a good lay. Definitely worth three times."

"Three times?" Harry croaked.

"Yes," Lavender smiled, leaning forward in her chair. She pressed her breasts together with her arms, presenting Harry a better view of her cleavage. "That's the deal. I'll seduce Malfoy for you. In exchange, I get to make you cum three times, when I choose, how I choose. Deal?"

Harry stared at her, his face bright red, but his jaw set in resolve. She noticed the way his pants seemed to suddenly possess a bulge that had not been there before. "Okay then. Deal. But you can't tell anyone about it."

"Fine," Lavender shrugged. "Now take your pants off."

"What?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you. I want to make you wait, let you wonder when I'm going to cash in. But I want to make sure you'll stay true to your word."

Lavender climbed out of her chair and dropped to her knees on the soft, red rug in front of the fire. The Gryffindor Common Room seemed perfectly decorated to accommodate naughty girls who spent their times on their knees. As she crawled between Harry's legs, the boy unzipped his pants and slid them down his thighs, leaving them around his ankles. Licking her lips at the bulge in Harry's underwear, Lavender was glad the famous boy was packing a decent size. She leaned forward and ran her tongue down the length of his shaft, through the fabric of his underwear. Harry moaned and his cock twitched. Lavender smirked. The rumors about his inexperience looked like they were true.

Reaching up, Lavender eased Harry's underwear down his thighs, letting his cock spring free. It was nice and thick, exactly how she liked it. Giving Harry her most sultry smile, Lavender bent her head over the boy's lap and took his shaft inside her mouth. It was hot against her tongue and immediately began to throb. She wondered how long he was going to last. With a hand on both of Harry's thighs, she kept him steady as she began to bob her mouth up and down, soft strokes, her lips gliding agonizingly slowly along his cock. She kept her eyes closed, not daring to look up, to catch Harry's eye and make him explode in seconds.

While nothing could beat a boy who knew what he was doing, Lavender had to admit the inexperience ones were a lot of fun. They gasped and groaned with every swirl of her tongue. Their hips bucked against her mouth. They never knew where to put their hands. Harry's moved from the couch, clenched in pleasure, to her hair, and then her face, before moving back to his own head, running his fingers through his own hair Lavender sucked him. His precum smeared her tongue and the salty taste filled her mouth as she took him deep, sliding his cock deep inside her mouth. With each passing second, each bob of her head, she knew Harry was nearing his breaking point.

"Why did you stop?" Harry groaned as Lavender pulled her mouth from his cock, letting it stick upright in the air.

"I just thought you might like to fuck my tits before you cum?" Lavender asked. Harry swallowed thickly. "Do you want to fuck my tits, Harry?" He nodded.

With a smirk, Lavender unbuttoned her school shirt. She took her time, slowly working each button free. She took pleasure in the way Harry grunted as she dropped her shirt to the floor, revealing a bright blue bra. That soon came off as well, her breasts bouncing free. The last year had been kind to her, her B cups transformed to D cups due to the wonders of age. Harry stared, his jaw dropping to the floor as he gawked at her topless. She loved the attention and made sure to shake her breasts as she grabbed her wand.

"Accio oil." The oil flew out of her bag, half empty, the liquid sloshing around in the bottle as she caught it. "Always something the House Slut has to carry on her."

Lavender flicked the cap open and pointed the bottle at her chest, squirting the oil all over her breasts, ignoring the mess she was making over her skirt and the rug. She made sure to stare at Harry, match his gaze, as she rubbed the oil in, making her breasts glisten before she leaned forward and took Harry's cock in her hand. He grunted. His shaft slid easily between her breasts, the oil lubing its path as she began to work her tits up and down Harry's cock. Her hands pressed each breast tight around Harry's length and within no time he was thrusting, his hips bucking wildly as he fucked her breasts. He moaned and grunted, his knuckles clenched and white. Lavender grinned. It wouldn't be long.

When he came, Harry moaned her name. Not all boys tended to do that, but Lavender wasn't surprised Harry was one of them. He was so sweet. The first jet of his cum splattered against the underside of her neck. The next pooled between her breasts, smeared across her skin as Harry continued to thrust. Within seconds, she was a mess, Harry's seed covering the valley between her breasts. He was breathing heavily and his face was pink with pleasure and effort.

Lavender stood up, wiping her breasts with his school shirt, only succeeding in smearing Harry's seed across her chest. Maybe a late shower was necessary. Not bothering to put on her clothes, Lavender walked topless to the spiral staircase, ready to head to her dorm. She only turned to look back at Harry, panting, his pants around his ankles, as she put her foot on the first step.

"I'll get Draco tomorrow. Do what you need to do," she said, smiling. "I look forward to the next time."