War Scars

Harry had never been close to Lavender before. She had been Hermione's bubbly, gossiping dorm mate. She had been Ron's girlfriend for a while, if only to tease Hermione (as far as Ron was concerned). She had also been part of the DA, but he never thought of her as more than a casual friend.

The war had changed her. Being almost bitten by Grayback and recovering from what could be a fatal fall had a very sobering effect on her, even after the battle wounds were healed. She was now more serious, more focused than before, without losing her outgoing and fun loving nature. Harry really liked her better this way.

It was Sunday night. They were all sitting in Harry's common room, chatting, drinking butterbeer and joking about Hermione's pregnancy which was starting to show. Luna was the first to retire. She yawned widely and walked into Harry's bedroom, letting her robes drop even before closing the door. Ron and Hermione followed suit, going to their own apartment as did Susan and Ginny. Only Lavender stayed, seemingly unaware of keeping Harry from joining Luna in bed.

"You know, you're the only boy in our class whom I've never managed to seduce," she told him, looking pensive.

"Is this a compliment or a complaint?" he asked jokingly.

"Neither. Just a fact. I was wondering why, though..."

"I wasn't much into dating at the time, you know. I had a madman chasing me, trying to kill me and causing many nightmares. That didn't leave me much energy for anything else," he said apologetically.

"You still found time for Ginny or for keeping Hermione company." It was stated as a fact, but Harry was sure she had been hurt a bit by his lack of attention.

"They were the closest to me. You weren't as close."

She smiled. "I was very close with Ron for some time..."

He smiled back, not sure what to say.

"I'd like to shag you one of these days, if only to find what I was missing," she said, rising from the couch, where she was sitting. She made sure to bend down a bit, exposing her ample cleavage for Harry to enjoy. "I know Luna is waiting for you now, but would tomorrow evening be fine?"

Harry wasn't sure what would be the right response. Lavender treated his silence as acceptance. "We shall go to my apartment after dinner, then."

Harry only nodded.

Luna didn't comment on the conversation, although Harry was sure she had heard most of it. She preferred to engage Harry in intensive love making that lasted for hours before they both collapsed into slumber.

He visited Lavender the next evening. They walked together from dinner and she let him into her apartment. "I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable," she told him, leaving him on the couch with a bottle of butterbeer. She returned soon, wearing only a silk dressing gown. The way it clung to her body, showing her erect nipples through the thin material, Harry was quite sure she was wearing nothing underneath.

"You know," she said, "people think I wasn't hurt at all during the battle. That's not true, unfortunately. Grayback managed to hurt me before Hermione stopped him."

"He didn't bite you, did he?" Harry asked worriedly. He was unsure when the full moon was due.

She smiled sadly. "No, he didn't turn me into a werewolf, but he hurt me with his claws almost as bad. It is healed now, but the scars cannot be removed. See?"

She revealed her left shoulder. Three ragged scars lined her perfect skin, starting at the back of her neck and going towards her left breast. "There's nothing I can do to remove them. I can't even cover them up with a makeup spell."

Harry looked her in the eye. "These scars don't matter. You are still a beautiful woman, a beautiful person. What matters most is what's inside you, not what's outside."

"But most people are only aware of what's outside," she said.

"They're fools! They don't know what they miss."

"Still, the scars..."

"Treat them like war mementos, like medals of honor for your bravery. You fought bravely and you survived. These scars are just the evidence."

She looked at him thankfully. "You probably want to see where they lead," she whispered seductively, as she opened her robe and let it fall to the floor.

As Harry guessed, she was naked. The scars continued onto her left breast, stopping short of her nipple. Harry bent down and started kissing along the scars. He first kissed the back of her neck. He then continued spreading small kisses along her shoulder, her front, the swell of her breast and her nipple. By the time he kissed her nipple she was already breathing heavily, lifting her head to allow him better access to her neck and breasts.

Harry continued kissing, paying similar attention to her right side, the un-scarred one. Before he finished, her hands were already roaming his body, freeing it from the clothes he was wearing. Soon enough they were both naked. Lavender didn't hesitate now. She just grabbed his hand and led him to bed.

Lavender was already quite experienced and it showed. She knew what she liked and how and she told Harry so. She also knew quite well what most males liked and she knew how to please them. Harry enjoyed making love to her. He felt that she really needed to feel desired to regain her confidence and he did his best to show her how desirable she was.

They didn't hurry. They studied each other patiently, letting their desire grow steadily, until they could hold no longer. Once they let their bodies unite, it was a celebration of physical love, desire and tenderness. Harry made sure she reached her peak before he let go, reaching his peak as well.

They stayed cuddled for a long time after it was all over, still caressing each other leisurely. "It was wonderful, Harry. I didn't expect it to be so... magnificent. Now everybody else will have to measure up to you..." She smiled lazily, still enjoying the afterglow feeling.

"You were just as fabulous," he commented, "and you are really beautiful."

"Will you give me some more chances for such a blissful evening?" she asked.

"As long as I have no other commitment..."

He didn't know it then, but Lavender took it as a challenge.

During the first week of school, Harry was approached by several girls each day, all wanting just one thing – to have him bury himself inside them at least once. Harry didn't mind, really. He was a horny, eighteen years old boy, yet he knew he had limits and he didn't want to act in a way that would offend his friends. He was mainly thinking of Hermione and Luna. Hermione still considered appearances very important. She didn't mind so much what he did, as long as it appeared to be in line with his position. Luna was different. Luna needed him and he just couldn't disappoint her, even if she didn't mind that he shagged a few more girls each day.

Harry accepted only two or three girls per day, depending mainly on his studies. He still set aside times for Daphne and for Susan.

Yet now, only a few weeks after the school year started, the flood seemed to turn into a trickle. Only two or three girls would approach him each day and he usually accepted all of them. He wondered what caused the change, though.

That day, Padma Patil was his afternoon shag. Knowing she was a clever girl, he also talked with her, raising the question he was wondering about. "Why is it that so few girls want me now, after all of them wanted me during first week?"

Padma was still recovering from their intensive activity. She was still feeling her internal muscles spasm in the aftermath of her orgasm and her sweaty body was reminiscent of a glistening bronze statue with perfect curves. "Don't you know? Lavender has taken the scheduling of your shag partners upon herself. She just thought it would be easier on you that way."

Harry didn't want to show it, but he was angered by her reply. He was sick and tired of people manipulating and directing his life. He didn't ask Lavender for this service and didn't really need it. Yet her true reply made Padma eligible for an encore, which he was as glad to give her as she was glad to get.

He only managed to talk with Lavender that Friday, after she dragged him to her bed for a prolonged session of love making.

Harry really intended to be tough and angry with her, but it was just not doable when she was sprawled in front of him, still dripping his cum. "Why are you interfering with my sex-life?" he asked, while his hands were roaming her body.

"I'm not interfering. I only saw that without help, you would be unable to cope with all those girls. I made it known that I'm handling your schedule and whoever wants to be with you should address me first. I spare you the need to reject most of those asking for sex and I'm probably helping you spread the sex over a much longer time, giving you more pleasure." Lavender sounded a bit offended, really.

Harry positioned himself between her thighs and started pounding again. "I still don't like it when people try to control my life or manipulate it."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to control or manipulate. I just wanted to help. Do you want me to stop?"

His pounding became faster. Lavender moaned as he was reaching that secret spot inside her, causing her body to shudder with waves of pleasure.

"I, don't, want, you, to, stop," he said, continuing his movements. "Just..."

There was no talking for a while, as they both reached another climax. It was much later, after they were showered and dressed, that they talked again about the subject.

"I don't mind it that you regulate the flow, but I need to set some rules," Harry said.

Lavender nodded her acceptance.

"First – no girls younger than fifth year."

"Are you sure? I've had some gorgeous fourth year asking for a shag."

"Maybe if they are really special. You should also make sure they understand what they are committing to: just a shag with no other obligations and no further relationship. If they expect more than this – sorry, they're not for me right now."

Lavender smiled. "I'll make sure they understand, although I think most do."

"Second – they should look feminine enough," Harry set the rule.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Have you seen Millicent Bulstrode?" he asked.

"Oh, I see. Do you reject her for her size or for her figure?"

"I don't mind her size so much, but she looks more masculine than most of the boys in our year, and her face..."

"I'm sure that a few makeup charms could help her a lot..."

"No, thanks. I've not seen anybody else like her and I surely am not looking forward to see such anytime soon."

"Fine. Only those meeting your criteria will be accepted."

"And leave the weekends free. I can handle three each day, maybe even four, yet I need Monday and Thursday afternoons free and at least one other evening."

She smiled. "You need to keep your promises to Daphne and Susan, I understand."

It was much smoother after that agreement. Some of the younger girls didn't like it, though. They tried to approach Harry despite Lavender's warnings. Harry was polite but resolute. He didn't really need so much sex and by limiting the ages he also limited the number of girls. Still, some joined him several times, eventually. He liked the Patil twins very much. He even tried to make them visit him together, but they didn't agree. "We're completely different people and we like to be treated individually," Padma explained.

Astoria Greengrass also visited in his bed a few times, showing just as much talent there as her elder sister. "I know Daphne enjoys your company very much, but she wouldn't go into details. Now I know why."

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