Harry had a fairly normal day from that point on. His desires had been slaked by Ginny's sweet, tight pussy and he doubted he would need to jerk off at all that evening. The day seemed to pass like a hazy golden dream after that. Harry had fucked Hermione, one of the hottest girls in his grade, and Ginny, who was easily the bombshell of fifth year. Harry had already very likely crushed more pussy than any other Hogwarts student.
But the Boy-Who-Lived was not the kind of man who held himself to the standards of society. He was the only critic that mattered. For that reason, he didn't wonder or care what his fellow students would say if they knew he was dick-deep in their fellow female students. All he cared about was adding to his collection. Even though he was not, as he entered the Gryffindor common room, burning with desire, Ginny having squeezed all the cream he had out of his balls, Harry still threw a mischievous glance over the female population of the room. Hermione and Ron quickly drew up their favorite seats by the fire, but Harry was already focused on Lavender Brown. She was elegantly scribbling in her herbology notes, and Harry couldn't help but admire the way her hair swept over her shoulders, and her arms casually pressed out her breasts. In spite of himself, Harry felt himself getting slightly hard. At that moment, Lavender looked up, saw him, smirked, and went back to work.
Harry blinked. Did she want him? He was not a great judge of female sentiments that didn't directly involve furious love making - that's why he'd made the damn potion. But he thought perhaps there was a distinct possibility that Lavender Brown would not need much persuading that her mouth belonged around his thick cock, gently sucking as her tongue massaged his meaty shaft…
Harry blinked again. He muttered a quick excuse to his friends and dashed up to the boys' dormitory. He scribbled a note on a piece of paper, then checked over his appearance in the mirror. He hadn't planned on banging any girls that night, not so soon after his divine experiences with Ginny and Hermione, but he wasn't going to turn down what just might be his third conquest. He combed his hair, straightened his clothes, and strolled back down to the common room. Cool as you please, he leaned against Lavender's table and slid the note, upside-down, under her essay.
"Got to use the loo," he said apologetically to Ron and Hermione. Hermione didn't seem exactly pleased that she was being left alone with Ron, who obviously had feelings for her that weren't reciprocated. Harry mentally shrugged and supposed his freckled friend would get the message sooner or later.
Lavender waited until Harry was out of the portrait hole, then discreetly slid the note out from under her paper. She flipped it over and quickly scanned it. You might be busy tonight, it read, but if you want a break from your boredom I would follow me out into the corridor. Either way, destroy this note.
She grinned. She could hardly believe Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-lived, was making a move on her! She wasn't going to let such a chance like that slip away. Shoving the message into her pocket, she quickly tucked her things away and exited the portrait hole. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Hermione watching her, but turning to check for observation would have given her away.
Lavender waited until the painting of the Fat Lady was securely shut before looking around. Harry was casually leaning against the wall, grinning at her. He tipped an imaginary cap and said, "I saw that sly little grin, Miss Brown. Were you approving of my fashion sense?"
"Oh, you know it," Lavender Brown said, sidling up to him. "I wouldn't want to see you in anything less spectacular."
"'Anything less spectacular,'" Harry mused. "What if I told you I looked good without these marvelous accessories?"
She felt her face redden. Harry was clearly flirting, and it was equally obvious that he intended on going much farther than some first-date pandering. Fortunately for the boy opposite her, Lavender Brown did not much care about his motivation. She had her own set of desires, and if they both fit each other's, that was all the better.
"I might just ask you the same thing back," she said, deciding that she wanted to let this evening take her where it wanted. She smoothly unbuttoned the collar of her shirt and slid off her loose red and gold tie. She unbuttoned a few more, watching with satisfaction as Harry's eyes fixed with rapture on the first hint of her cleavage. In the end, he's just a man, she thought to herself.
A similar thought process was spinning through Harry's mind. Not having seduced her like the other two, he knew he had to tread carefully with Lavender. She wouldn't find his advances irresistible, nor would she be so enraptured with him that she'd find his ownership of her preferable. That being said, she clearly wanted him as he wanted her, and Harry didn't care if it was a one-time fling as long as he got to bed her soon.
"Harry," said Lavender sternly, smiling as his mind melted at the reveal of her breasts. She popped the last button on her shirt and gently slid the thing garment down her shoulders. He breasts, on the large side of the C spectrum, seemed to gaze longingly up at Harry, begging him to caress them. "Are we going to stand here, or are you going to show me what chivalry means in the modern age?"
Harry snapped out of his booby-induced gaze and smiled at her. "It will be my pleasure," he promised. "Follow me." Still scantily clad, she scampered along behind him until they came to a prefects' bathroom.
"Spring breeze," Harry whispered, and the door squeaked open. He ushered her inside and shut the door, locking it with a firm clunk.
"So this is the playhouse of the Hogwarts elite?" Lavender eyed the mammoth bath tub and the dozens of fancy taps around the edge. The bathroom was so large that there were reclining chairs scattered around the edge like a beach. Next to the door on one side was an ornately-decorated row of sinks and a few toilet stalls, and on the other was a floor-to-ceiling set of cubbies, empty except for piles of fluffy white towels.
"You're not suggesting I need to bathe, surely," Lavender giggled.
"I just wanted a quiet place," Harry replied purposefully. "A place away from straining ears, that is." He grinned at her as he walked to the edge of the tub. "I guarantee this room won't be quiet for very long." He found the taps he was looking for and opened them with a flourish. The set he had chosen were labeled "Fireside" and "Moonlight." The first would hopefully put Lavender into a happy daze and the second would make her more receptive to his plans for the night.
"Have you tried all of these?" Lavender asked, eyeing the misty sprays of scented liquid now wafting over the surface of the water.
"Most of them. Here, smell these." Harry took hold of her and gently pressed her until she sunk to her knees. Without much choice, she inhaled the smell of the gushing liquids. The more she inhaled, the more a feeling of calm seemed to wash over her, warming her core and putting her at ease. Even as she sank into a tranquil state, the second bath salt seemed to invigorate her, making her heart beat slightly faster and her body ready for movement. Lavender slowly laid down on her back, the top of her head over the edge of the tub, happily inhaling the mists.
Harry watched as her eyes glazed over, the mild aphrodisiacs filling her lungs and bloodstream. Normally, someone using the room properly would turn them on for a moment and then sit back for a normal bath, and it wouldn't be a big deal. But when the taps were left on for minutes on end, the effects became quite powerful. Harry smirked in satisfaction as the the drugs eased Lavender into a blind oblivion of warm, happy fog.
"Have you had enough?" Harry said tenderly, looking down at the sixth year below him.
"I feel...soft," Lavender said lazily, inhaling deeply and smiling contentedly. "Like I got a massage and now my muscles don't want to work." She considered the feeling. "And like my mind got a massage to. I don't really want to think too hard. I just like feeling good."
Harry chuckled and shut off the taps. "You're putty in my hands, Lav. I think I'll fuck you nice and hard, now."
"Nice and hard…" Lavender smiled dreamily as she felt him reach under her to undo her bra. "Yeah, that sounds fun!"
Harry smirked as her gorgeous breasts were revealed. They were nice and full, with perky nipples just begging to be touched. Harry obliged, sliding on top of Lavender. He bent down and put his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. He couldn't help grinding his crotch against her, and he felt a slight gasp escaped her as she felt him stir against her nether regions.
"Harry…" she moaned, pulling him into another kiss, her tongue brushing his.
Harry broke the kiss, squeezing her breasts tenderly, tugging at the supple flesh as she writhed in pleasure at his touch.
"I want you to enjoy this, Lav," he said earnestly, meeting her eyes with a concerned smile. "I want this to be special."
"Oh, don't get sentimental now," she chided, her breath short in anticipation. Her head flopped back down to the ground as his mouth enclosed one of her nipples, and she groaned in satisfaction. Harry suckled her, his warm mouth frantically licking and kissing her little pink nubs. Her hands came up to unbutton his shirt, eager to feel that rock solid set of abs he was sporting. Harry grinned and shrugged off the button-down before doing the same with his trousers. His manhood was pressed painfully tight against his boxers, and it was equally obvious what he wanted to do with it.
Harry took a break from suckling Lavender to pull down her skirt. He gently traced his fingers over the slight bulge in her panties, grinning when he received frustrated moans at his teasing. Finally, that garment was eased down to. Lavender had also fallen in line with school fashion and cleanly shaven her nether region, though of course Harry wouldn't have been much bothered by anything at that point.
Lavender's back arched as she felt his fingers on the sides of her folds, gently tugging and pressing. She'd always been straight to the point when pleasuring herself, but Harry seemed to want to drag out the procedure.
"Harry, please just -" she began, but he cut her off with a quick kiss, taking advantage of her surprise to slip his tongue over hers.
"Shh," Harry smiled at her, almost paternally. "You just need to know what you're dealing with." Quick as a flash, he slipped three fingers inside her. Lavender's eyes shot wide open at the unexpected stimulation, and she squealed his name as Harry began pumping her in earnest. Rather than go straight in and out, a rookie mistake, Harry moved his hand up and down, in circles, massaging her sensitive walls. Fingers don't have the same length or girth as a good cock, so one has to adjust accordingly.
After about thirty seconds of this, Lavender was one the edge of her first orgasm. Harry's nursing had been pleasing, and he was a superb kisser, but when he finally decided she was going to cum, she was powerless to resist. The waves of fiery pleasure spread through her, and she yelps as Harry added a fourth finger, stretching her to the limit. If Harry hadn't been on top of her to keep her steady, her spasming would have pushed her into the bath. Her own fluids, which had been dripping out sedately, suddenly spurted over Harry's hand, like confirmation of his good job. When Lavender finally relaxed, Harry gave her another kiss and said,
"Love, we're just getting down to it."
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"Thank you, professor," said Parvati Patil to Professor Sprout on her way out of the greenhouse. "Have a good night." She had been with the professor for a little extra-credit assignment after dinner, helping her prune the Venomous Tentacula. The plant didn't lie having its limbs trimmed, and made quite a fuss about it. After a good half hour, they'd finally cut enough of the flailing branches that they thought it best to call it there.
"The same to you, Miss Patil," said Sprout gaily, gathering up the cuttings from the ground. "That'll be, hmm, thirty points for Gryffindor, and another ten for your good attitude."
"Thank you so much! See you tomorrow," Parvati smiled and began the walk up to the castle. She was always on top of her schoolwork, almost on par with Hermione Granger, so some time in the evening was no loss to her. Herbology was one of her tougher classes in any case, so it was worth it to endear her to Professor Sprout.
As her mind wandered over the subject of academics, her feet automatically took her along the quickest path to Gryffindor tower. She was in the corridor to the staircase, almost to the common room and a night of conversation with her friends, when she heard a muffled scream.
"HARRY!"
Parvati stopped dead. She wasn't sure, but she thought that was lavender Brown's voice, and she'd unmistakably yelled the name of the Boy-Who-Lived. More muffled exclamations followed, and Parvati traced the sound to the door of a locked Prefect's bathroom. Furtively checking around her before pressing her ear to the cold wood, she listened closely to the drama unfolding on the other side.
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Lavender's hands gripped Harry's waist as he made her his with slow, steady thrusts. He had slipped several cushions from the deck chairs under her waist to facilitate easy insertion of his massive length, and she was clearly loving every second of it. Harry felt his own peak approaching. He couldn't just pound away for ten minutes and not feel a thing. Lavender wasn't as tight as Ginny, but her canal was still a bit more compact that Hermione's. That wasn't to say Hermione was loose, but Harry could certainly appreciate the feeling of grip her cunt gave him. Her walls were smoother than the others, but there was still plenty of friction, especially from the angle the pillows afforded him.
Lavender, for her part, was in heaven. She closed her eyes and let him have his way, his meaty manhood hitting her g-spot and stretching her out. Her hands were fondling her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples as her flesh bulged out through her squeezing fingers.
Harry wanted to finish soon, and that was fine by her. She'd already had her second orgasm of the night a few minutes earlier. She'd never thought penetration could be so good, but when Harry had slammed into her wet snatch, she'd lost it right there, screaming his name as she slipped into a daze of ecstasy. She was glad to know he was enjoying her, but she hopped he would finish before his beautiful pounding made her too sore to walk tomorrow.
Harry grabbed her legs and pulled them up over his shoulders. Lavender was lifted clear off the cushions as he began to thrust at his fastest speed yet. She moaned writhed as he had his way with her. Harry's balls tightened as he felt his load boil within him. With a final gasp, his cum spurted into her. He took advantage of the sudden sensitivity of his cock head to thrust into her a few more times, prolonging the orgasm and forcing a bit more cum out. He pulled his dick out, allowing the last ropes of cum to spatter her heaving breasts.
Finally, her let her down, kissing her and panting at the same time.
"Oh my god," he said, rolling her over so she was on top of him. He hugged her fiercely, squeezing her tender, cum-covered mounds into his chest. "Lav, that was amazing!"
"Mmm," she grinned back at him tiredly. "Fucking awesome." After she caught her breath, she pulled herself to her feet and grabbed a towel. Wiping the sweat and seed off her body, she smiled like a rising angel and said, "We should probably get back soon, before people wonder."
"Who cares if they do," Harry said indignantly, admiring the frosting he'd given her. "I'm the Chosen One. And tonight," he embraced her again, pulling her into a French kiss, "I've chosen you."
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Parvati listened wide-eyed to the sounds of passion emanating from the bathroom. She couldn't believe that Harry and Lavender were just fucking so casually! The bathroom was less than a hundred feet from the staircase to Gryffindor tower, but they clearly didn't care.
Parvati detached herself from the door and dashed along the hallway, hoping to be away before they exited the washroom. She had no idea what she was going to do with the startling information she now possessed, but she was confidant whatever she planned would be worthwhile.