The Ceremony of Gift Giving - Part 1
For Harry, the days after the London visit disappeared in a flurry of action. Busy with enchanting his purchases, he had precious little time to spend to do anything else. Unfortunately, that included the activities of a more visceral kind, as he lamented from time to time while spending all his free time locked in the room of requirement. He was especially bummed due to lack of an opportune time to use the gifts he had purchased with Hermione, however, the survival was more important, so he buckled down and worked. After all, the tournament officials' ability to protect him was not something he would bet his life on.
It was two days before the second task when he finally completed his preparations. With a sigh, he gathered his equipment and started walking back to his dorm room. But he was feeling tense after all these days spent locked in a workshop and decided some relaxation was in order. A quick look at the Marauders' map showed Lavender was alone in her room. A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered the gift they had purchased for Lavender, imagining how good it would fit her.
Feeling enthusiastic, he dropped his equipment to his room, and donned his cloak. A few subtle spells to prevent any alarms, and he was on the girls' side of the tower. He opened the door, careful not to make any noise, and found Lavender lying on her bed, skipping pages of a gossip magazine, her manner showing boredom. He pulled the door close, careful not to make much noise, then pulled his cloak off. A smile was on his face he tapped his feet on the floor.
Lavender turned towards the noise, her expression disinterested, only to get replaced with shock when she saw the identity of her guest. "Harry," she stammered, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, we hadn't talked for a while, so I decided to drop by." He lifted the package in his hands and said, "And I brought a present."
Her face perked up when she heard the word present, conveniently disregarding the fact that he shouldn't be there. "Really?" she said, jumping on her feet.
"Really," Harry replied, passing the pack into her eager hands, watching as she destroyed the wrapping paper in a hurry, revealing the ornate box. Her blue eyes widened when she saw the semi-transparent full body lingerie picked for her.
"It looks amazing," she murmured as she grabbed and pressed it to her torso, checking herself in the mirror.
"Hmm, I'm having a little trouble fully envisioning it," Harry said. "Why don't go change so that we can see whether it fits."
Lavender looked at him, her face reddening a little. Though her indecision only lasted for a second, and a giggle left her lips as she started walking towards the bathroom. Harry drew his wand after she disappeared, putting a ward to the door to keep any visitor away, though he put an exception for Hermione. Then he sat on Lavender's bed, waiting for her to appear.
A couple minutes later, Lavender appeared on the door, still wearing her robe. Harry was about to ask about it, but then he noticed the enthusiastic expression on her face, complete with a naughty smile, and decided to give her a little time to put on her plan. Only after she started to fiddle with the radio, opening a slow, rhythmic music, that he got the gist of her plan.
His full attention had been grabbed by the way she was swaying to the music in short order, her moves almost hypnotic. She unhooked one button half a minute later, then another, revealing a healthy amount of cleavage, the purple underwear peeking a little. Her sway started to get more pronounced as she got closer and closer, the robe slowly slipping off her shoulders.
Harry was acutely aware of the growth in his pants, making his position significantly uncomfortable. Wanting to solve that problem, he pulled off his pants, showing that his boxers were barely able to contain his full mast. He turned his attention back to Lavender, whose gaze was firmly on his crotch, her dance momentarily forgotten. Harry cleared his throat, jerking Lavender off from her momentary distraction.
A sultry smile appeared on her face once more, and she turned her back, grabbing the hem of her robe, slowly pulling up, revealing her toned thighs. But she let it fall back just before the move exposed anything really exciting.
Next ten minutes passed in slow tease, driving him more and more aroused with her 'almost' revealing actions. But when she finally dropped her robe to the ground, Harry had to agree with Hermione's wisdom in choosing that particular nightwear. While the cut was technically modest, it was a couple size small for Lavender, so it was clinging to Lavender's body, looking about to burst around the hip and chest areas. Very little was left to his imagination.
"How about a little dance," Harry said, tapping his lap. Lavender only smiled in response, and started walking towards him, her every step small, the swing of her hips mesmerizing. Finally close enough, she placed her hands on his legs, leaning forward, her lips almost upon his. Harry raised his hand to touch her soft skin, but she slapped it away, whispering, "No touching."
Harry pulled his hands back. If that was the way she wanted to play, he was more than happy to comply. So, he just sat there as Lavender slowly lowered herself on his lap, feeling the touch of her hot core on his shaft, diminished by the fabric between them. An impatient growl escaped his lips as she started to rub herself, her back pressing against his chest.
His impatience had been abetted for a while when her hands reached the suspenders, leaving her unblemished shoulders naked. He was unable to prevent himself from leaning and placing a small kiss on her elegant shoulders.
Seeing no words of protest left her mouth this time, he continued to leave a trail of kisses on her shoulders. Then she leaned back completely, letting her weight to settle on his lap.
The next place her hands traveled showed that she was as impatient as him. She grabbed his boxer and pulled them off in one swift movement, leaving the job of preventing the contact between them to the feeble fabric of her nightie. And he could feel just how inadequate it was for the job, feeling her wetness around his cock like there was no barrier.
Unrestrained by its hooks, the top line of her clothing started to slip lower and lower as she slowly rocked on his lap. Soon, her round globes were free of the constraint of the cloth once more, leaving themselves bare to his touch. But before he could reach them, Lavender stood up, swinging with music once more. He admitted to himself that the dance was much better now what she was free of the constraints of cloth, her globes wavering in a tantalizing manner.
She must have been as impatient as him, as almost instantly she was back on his lap, this time facing him. He wrapped his arms around her, his lips clamping to her long, slender neck, taken with a desire to leave his red mark on her delicate skin.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, but rest of her protest disappeared when Harry's lips clamped to hers, silencing any further protest. His grip tightened, pulling her closer, feeling her firm nipples clearly over his own shirt.
But apparently, his shirt was more of an annoyance than he assumed, because Lavender pulled back from the kiss for a moment, grabbing his shirt with both hands. "You are overdressed!" she growled before pulling the shirt to both sides, buttons flying everywhere. "This is better," she said as she pressed her chest once more. Feeling her soft skin on his without any obstruction, Harry agreed with her sentiment.
Their kissing continued, but his erection was getting more and more distracting every second they neglected it. Feeling that they had spent enough time in foreplay, he aligned his cock underneath her, pulling the preventing barrier to the side in one swift movement. His crown was slipping through her wet entrance when they heard the door opening.
Lavender turned towards the door in a panic, trying to pull back from his lap, her hands pulling her teddy up in an impressive display of speed and coordination. But Harry had other plans. Knowing that the identity of their guest was limited to one person, he had no intention stopping. His arms solidified around Lavender to prevent any attempt of escape, and he pulled her down.
Loosened with the extended foreplay, Lavender's insides showed almost no resistance as his shaft slipped inside. Her reaction was a thing of beauty. Already close to edge from the foreplay, the pleasure from the unexpected penetration proved enough to push her towards a small orgasm, though Harry wasn't sure it was despite the shock of being observed, or because of it.
Not really relevant, Harry thought after a seconds consideration, and he started to pump inside her relentlessly, wanting to mellow her further before her wits came back. He had no desire to lose such a beautiful opportunity to have a threesome. He turned towards the uninvited guest after making sure that Lavender was no mood to complain. "Hi Mione, how are you?"
She looked at him, the shock apparent on her face, unable to say anything for a while. It took several seconds for her to find back her voice. "Harry, what are you doing!" she exclaimed.
"Well," he said, letting a smile appear on his face, though, in his current position, it was hardly a chore to smile. "I decided to give Lavender the gift you have picked." He grabbed her hips lifted and forced her to turn, so that once again her back was pressing on his chest, and he pushed his cock inside once more, making sure Hermione was able to see Lavender's full glory. "What do you think, it fits her perfectly, right?"
Bright red, Hermione looked like she was about to bolt out of the room. Harry noticed Lavender was trying to say something, so he reached to her dangling tits, sinking his fingers into her flesh in an attempt to push her deeper into the pleasure. Then he turned back to Hermione. "Walk closer," he ordered, his tone much sharper than his earlier teasing. He was satisfied to see that she started to walk almost instantly. "Pull a chair and sit," Harry said, pointing to a place just a couple feet away from them. He was pushing hard because he knew Hermione also wanted this, but was too shy to take the first step.
Meanwhile, he leaned and placed a small kiss on Lavender's lips in an attempt to show that he wasn't neglecting her, slipping his tongue between her plump lips for a quick foray, leaving her breathless.
Then he turned his full focus away from the beauty on his lap as Hermione sat on the chair, her eyes glued on what was going in front of her. Harry wondered how long it would take for her to take some action.
Apparently, the answer was not too long, Harry learned as he watched Hermione quickly shedding the outer layers of her clothing. Her robe flew off, followed by her skirt, shirt, and shoes, and soon, she was clad only in a lacy pair of underwear, barely large enough to cover the essentials.
Harry turned his attention back to Lavender, whose attention was on the large shaft, invading her insides every second. He decided that Lavender deserved a reward for being such a good sport, so he started to knead her tits, his teeth clamping onto her long, pale neck. Something Lavender enjoyed immensely if her sudden tightening around his cock was any indicator.
Even if he was keeping most of his attention on Lavender, he was still watching what Hermione was doing from the corner of his eyes. He watched as her hands started caressing her body, rubbing her nipples over the bra. It took a little time for her to feel constrained by her bra, and she reached her back, unlocking her bra and revealing her breasts, a little smaller than Lavenders', but still giving a good effort. One of her hands pushed her underwear to the side, her fingers slowly moving on her pussy.
Harry just kept the position same for several minutes, immersing himself into the moment. There was also the benefit of letting both of the girls to get comfortable with the situation. Then, without any warning, he grabbed Lavender's hips and pushed her back on her feet. For a moment, she just stood frozen, not knowing what to, then Harry also stood up. He pressed his hand to her back, forcing her to bend over so that the distance between her face and Hermione's was just a few inches.
He placed his hands on her hips, and pushed himself inside once more, and started impaling her. Lavender's mouth opened to let out pleasure filled moans. Her hands were on the both sides of the chair, inadvertently preventing Hermione's escape routes in an attempt to keep her balance. Harry could see the fight of panic and arousal on Hermione's face, her gaze locked on Lavender's face.
Harry watched in interest as Hermione leaned on and grabbed Lavender's lips in a tentative kiss, only to pull back with a panicked expression in a second later. For a moment he also felt panicked, thinking things would derail, but then Lavender moved forwards, caught her lips. But unlike Hermione, she hadn't pulled back a second later, her tongue joining to her lips a second later, the tightening walls around Harry's cock showing just how much she was enjoying the situation she was in.
With her walls squeezing him tight, Harry felt that a climax of his own was imminent. He pulled off and look a few steps, positioning himself on the side of the chair, and pushed his cock between their faces. They looked annoyed for the interruption until they noticed what interrupted their kiss. Their eyes shining with enthusiasm, both girls leaned in and started to kiss his shaft with the same enthusiasm they were showing towards each other a second earlier. Hermione's lips began to climb forward, catching the crown between her lips while Lavender moved down towards the base.
Already on edge, it didn't take long for Harry to finally climax, spraying his load into Hermione's mouth. Then he pulled back and watched as Lavender leaned towards Hermione's white stained lips, sharing the reward. But then, Hermione did something that showed she was just getting warmed up. She pushed Lavender back a little, standing up without pulling back from the kiss. Then she led Lavender back to the bed, forcing her to lay on her back. She grabbed Lavender's nightwear and peeled it off rapidly, leaving her with her magnificent birthday suit.
Harry sat down the chair that Hermione was occupying just a moment ago, a lecherous smile tugging his lips as he watched Hermione leaving a trail of kisses on Lavender's neck, slowly descending to her breasts. Then she caught one of Lavender's nipples between her lips, earning a soft gasp from the blond beauty. Her hands grabbed Lavender's melons and started squeezing, showing that it wasn't only male half of the school that had been fascinated with Lavender's beautiful chest.
Harry's shaft jumped to life as Hermione descended even lower, plunging her tongue down Lavender's nether lips, juices flowing from her own, still covered by her feeble underwear. Not willing to wait for even a second in his aroused state, Harry jumped to his feet and placed his hands on her ass, grabbing her underwear. A second later, her underwear was around her ankles, and something thick was pressing to her entrance.
Hermione tried to raise her head as Harry pushed into her depths, but Lavender's hand quickly put a stop to that plan. Rolling Hermione's bushy hair around, she pushed her back down, showing that she wasn't willing to lose her service.
Harry lost himself at the moment, Lavender sprawled on the bed with all her glory, being serviced by the resident bookworm of Gryffindor, who in turn being drilled from behind, sound from her flesh mixing with Lavender's pleasure filled moans.
Then, a deep moan escaped Lavender's mouth, leaving her gasping and trembling under her latest climax. Seeing the hands that were grabbing Hermione's head were loosened, he decided to use the opportunity to change the position into something more rewarding to Hermione. He moved back towards the chair, his hands locked on Hermione's hips, pulling her together. A moment later, he was sitting on the chair, and Hermione was sitting on his lap, with his shaft still pumping inside.
Turning his gaze towards the Lavender, he signaled her to come closer, after all, Hermione needed payback for her earlier service. Lavender jumped at the opportunity, clamping on Hermione's lips as soon as she arrived, her hands grabbing Hermione's tits. A while later, she pulled back from the kiss, but Hermione's premature, disappointed exclamation quickly replaced by a happy gasp when Lavender's tongue landed on her clit, caressing it with soft touches that synchronized with Harry's deep, quick strokes.
With her pussy under attack from both sides, Hermione's own release arrived almost instantly. Her juices flowing around his cock, he felt that he was dangerously close to his own release, so he pulled out, only for Lavender's lips to clamp around it almost instantly, her ruby lips caressing its length to coax a release. It didn't take long for her to achieve her objective, purring in satisfaction as his shaft throbbed in her mouth, filling it with his load.
A satisfied grunt left his mouth as Lavender pulled back, only to rise up to share another kiss with Hermione. This time, Hermione took the lead and started to push Lavender towards the bed, their lips connected all the way. She pushed Lavender onto the bed, lying on her back, then lay on her, the vision of two pairs of breast squashing together creating a view that is almost magical.
Harry stood up and walked towards the girls, his cock erect once more. A smile appeared on his lips as he placed his hands on Hermione's firm ass, his sinking fingers earning a surprised moan. He looked down, examining the beautiful dilemma in front of him, trying to decide girl should be the first. He decided not to discriminate. He pressed himself on the Lavender's entrance and pushed fully inside, only to pull back after a few strokes, pushing into Hermione. He smiled at the way both girls were wringing in pleasure even as he picked up the rhythm, plowing both girls with an almost mechanical precision…
A few hour later, Harry was watching in a satisfied manner as both girls stumbled towards the showers, half dead on their feet. He fought with a desire to join to them in there, but they were tired, not to mention he wanted to give them some alone time to find their balance. After all, they will be sharing room for a while. So he pulled on the invisibility cloak, and started to walk out, a smile on his face as he finally felt ready for the second task.