Waking up to the first rays of sun peaking in the tower windows, I'm aware of the boys sleeping still, muffled snores from outside the drawn curtains of the four poster bed letting me know I'm the only one up. Well...part of Harry is up as well, and while I won't embarrass him about it by mentioning it, its nice to know he's happy to be cuddled next to me.
I quietly slip out of bed and redress, putting on the pajama shorts, comfy bra and t-shirt I wore the night before and leave behind the pale purple lace thong that I slept in, setting it on Harry's night stand, hoping he finds it, but only after someone else in the room has noticed, letting them draw their own conclusions about last night. I'm not trying to be mean to Harry, but some good natured teasing from the boys could maybe ease the tension of the whole situation for the dorm. It's still sex ed after all.
I slip away back to my dorm and get dressed for breakfast after freshening up a bit first. I'm alone in the dorm as I opt for the white blouse and grey skirt option under my house robes and then head back up to the boy's side of the tower, figuring I must be the first girl back from night one of the education course. I stride into Harry's dorm without a second thought and catch the boys in various states of getting dressed for the day. "Well don't stop on my account" I say breaking the sudden awkwardness. "If you're going to see me in a bikini all night, I think you'll survive me watching you pull up your trousers and put on robes"
With the tension evaporating by the moment, I walk over to Harry who's finishing up his buttons, plant a quick goodmorning kiss on his lips and grab his tie from its hook on the wall and help him put the finishing touches on his outfit for the day. With everyone ready, we head down to breakfast, eager to get going with a free day to relax until we're met by Ron, who is obviously angry as he steps put of his temporary room lower down the tower stairs from the normal dorm.
"Oh has the whore gotten hungry, ready to go get food with all the guys taking turns with her"
Before I can say a word and before anyone else can even blink, Dean has punched Ron clean across the mouth, splitting his lip in the process. "How dare you say that about Pavarti. She gets pulled into a forced marriage and ministry required reproduction program and rather than try to support her, you're out here screaming because you can't get your cock wet?" Ron is speechless as Dean continues "your best mate is getting married in a week and starting a family and you're upset because you don't get to have a go with his future wife first? It's almost like you support this whole thing about witches being forced into this and now you're the one left out in the cold not getting to play. News flash, mate. None of us want to be forced into being dads any more than Pav wants to be forced into being a mom. Lucky for her, she found Harry who wants to build a relationship with her rather than you who just wants a go a few nights this year. The class last night? We got closer as a group and yeah, I feel like we'll build some relationships in it, but if all you want is to get in someone's pants, this class isn't for you. Maybe think about who you're the only one she doesn't even want to be in the same room with, even though we all know she's with Harry."
I hug Dean without even thinking twice. "Thank you" I whisper in his ear before taking Harry's hand, walking past Ron and down to the great hall with Seamus, Dean and Neville in tow. "That was bloody brilliant" Neville exclaims after we're out the portrait hole and away from Ron.
Seamus grabs his butt playfully and says "you shoulda used this strong muscle to shove your foot right up his arse though" and in quick reply "I'd prefer it if you'd shove something up my-"
"Okayyyyyy moving on" Harry cuts in as I giggle at the whole situation. "Ron's an arse, Seamus like Dean's arse, moving on"
Seamus quips back "yeah and you like Pavarti's arse. Unwrapped her little present for you last night I saw by the looks of your night stand this morning" and I laugh out loud at Harry's mortified expression.
"Harry was a perfect gentleman, I assure you boys. But yes, I think we can agree he likes my butt" and with that, Harry is thoroughly red and embarrassed. Any awkwardness in the group is gone and we sit down, dig in and make small talk as we get through the important bits of a full Saturday English breakfast.
After we finish, Harry asks if I'd like to go on a walk around the grounds, and I eagerly agree, wanting to take in as much of the late summer, early fall air as I can get before things turn cold for the winter. Making our way out of the castle and across the lawn, Harry asks where I'd like to head. "I wouldn't mind heading up the path overlooking Quidditch pitch"
"That's a thing?" Harry asks
"Yes, my world famous seeker, there are places to watch you play that aren't in the noisy stands" and I guide him up the side path, cutting off the main road to Hogsmeade and up the hill overlooking the stadium. After a short walk, we reach the part of the road that overlooks the pitch. Sitting down on a patch of moss covered rock, I can spy a few kids from younger years trying their hand at flying outside of the mandatory lessons, and some older ones practicing passing a quaffle around while others zip in between trying to snatch it out of the air.
"I come up here to watch when the other houses play. And sometimes when you practice, since Wood was all against spys at practice and all. It's peaceful, you can still hear the commentary and you get a view of the whole game instead of just what you can see from your seat in the stands. Some teams tend to fly higher and some beater pairs tend to hang a little too low and sometimes a seeker has a favorite side to hang on to"
"Pavarti, since when did you follow Quidditch?" Harry asks, obviously suprised
"Harry, I've been following Quidditch since before you knew you were a wizard. I just don't fan girl on every guy who makes a house team. Now my home town Appleby Arrows? My room may or may not have team posters going back from when I was about six"
Harry's mind is obviously blown at this revelation and this spirals into a whole hour or more talking about Quidditch and Harry's career and what I think of the team's chances this year. We're both so at ease with eachother, it's so natural, it's so easy to fall for Harry as I learn more and more about the "real Harry" versus the boy you read about in the Prophet or Witch Weekly. "Harry, do think you'd like to go flying with me sometime?" I ask, trying to drop a hint for tomorrow's required date activity.
"Does this have something to do with that fantasy you mentioned last night" he gives as a cheeky reply
My turn to be momentarily at a lose for words "oh you heard that one did you?" I reply
"Maybe sometime we can do that, but really, I'd love to take you flying. It could be our date tomorrow. Fly around the fields east of Hogsmeade?"
"Well we don't all have a Firebolt laying around, but yes, I'd love to try to keep up with you"
Changing the subject to something a little more serious, I ask, "so are you ready for tonight?"
"Pav, are you sure you're okay with me doing that? Like, isn't it a little weird for me to wank into your bathing suit?"
"Harry, I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but to make a baby, you're gonna have to do more than cum inside my bathing suit"
Harry is mortified. "Yes, Harry, I'm okay with it. I know you don't have as much experience in this side of things, but trust me, it's okay. I'll probably be into it honestly if i think about it. It's also been awhile since I've gotten to do much, soooo I'm definitely not opposed to trying. You're the first guy I've done anything with since last spring, and last night, even just what we did was so much more...intimate. Maybe it's the fact that I know I'm marrying you, but what we shared last night was just so much more than anything I've had in the past. I really really want you Harry. I've had a crush on you since we were first years, I've thought about doing...more...since you asked me to the Yule Ball, and that never really went away for me. When the date didn't go well, I was hurt, but you didn't get with someone else, so I always thought that maybe we'd try again. This isn't exactly what I saw, but I'm okay with it. I'm more than okay being intimate with you, Harry"
Harry blushes but acknowledges that we have have avoided all of this if we had just had a better Yule Ball last year and I tell him it's okay, because we're here now and he's supporting me way more than just getting me through a school dance.
"Besides Harry, you've seen me in just a thong already, I think you'll survive seeing me in a bikini"
Harry laughs and points out that seeing me in a bikini and wanking into it are two different things. "Don't worry, I don't mind giving you a hand if you need some help with that step" I say with a grin and a laugh.
After a few hours sitting and chatting my stomach makes the absolute biggest rumbling noise, snapping us back to reality and Harry offers to get us lunch in the village. At the Three Broomsticks, we get a nice meal and we spend a few minutes with Padma who is out with a few of the guys in her "study group". They all seem to be treating her well, and so we move on, not wanting to interrupt what they have going on too much. Harry guides us out after we've paid our bill and we head back to the castle. As we make our way back inside, I can't help but smile, having successfully been on a real date with Harry Potter.
I spend the last hour or so before dinner washing up and getting ready for the evening. I put on the extremely small string bikini under my skirt and blouse, robe back over everything and head to dinner. The boys are all interested in how the date went and I inform everyone that the wedding is still on if that's what they're worried about. It's a relaxed meal as I feel like it becoming more and more one of the guys. Ron is still shooting death glares but his swollen lip makes him keep his mouth shut.
As we make our way back upstairs for night two of the educational course, we're kind of at a lose for what we're actually supposed to do tonight without the game to play. I propose that all the guys should wear swimming attire if I'm going to, if only to be fair, and Dean takes it a step further and says "If we're going to be in swimming attire, why don't we get wet. The prefects bathroom has a swimming pool sized tub"...Leave it to the prefect to lead us into trouble.
Neville chimes in, "Well think, all the prefects are upper years and they're all doing the task as a group. We're the only group that will be out and about until it's time for bed"
The boys get changed and we all head back down, Dean showing us the way to a bathroom that can only be described as extravagant. It really does have a swimming pool sized tub and as I get undressed, I don't feel like I'm stripping for the guys as much as I'm just getting in for a swim. That's not to say they're are some appreciative stares at my suit that is a fairly modest triangle cup top that covers well and is tied back in a string on my back, but the bottoms, they barely cover my bikini line, riding low on my hips and the back practically disappears between my cheeks. They're hot. And I'm glad to notice Harry staring. Speaking of Harry, his lean, toned frame courtesy of four years of Oliver Wood Quidditch training and an actual good diet at Hogwarts, wrapped up in a pair of maroon trunks with a mid thigh inseam was not hard on the eyes either, although him looking at me might have been hard on somethings based on my quick peaks and what it felt as I brushed against him moving through the water.
We swim around, we talk and eventually we end up playing chicken with me up on Harry's shoulders, Dean on Seamus and Neville attempting to referee the match that sees us splashing everywhere and me falling spectacularly as Seamus pushes Harry and I come tumbling down. I'm truly thankful that this is the way I get to experience this educational program, hanging out and being one of the guys without it being super awkward versus the awkwardness that's happening all across the castle tonight and I make sure to let the boys know that as we dry off, redress and make it back up to the dormitory just before curfew.
As we get ready for bed, the boys getting into comfortable pajamas and me slipping my skirt and blouse back off, leaving me once again in my string bikini, there's a palpable change in the atmosphere as we all know what's about to happen after I pull the curtains around us. "Well, have fun you two" Dean says as Harry climbs into bed after me and places a silencing charm on them on top of the muffling charm that's already there.
With the curtains drawn and silenced, I pull Harry into a tight embrace as we kneel on the bed facing eachother. I take his face in my hands, kissing him passionately as I try to get him to let go of any hesitation about what we're going to do. I pull his tshirt over his head and run my hands over his bare back, running my nails in long lines as I softly kiss his neck. His fingers catch on the knotted string on my back and I whisper "its okay to take that off" and he gently releases my top, letting my breasts free between us.
"Like what you see, Harry?" I ask as he looks me up and down, somewhat fixated on my hard, dark brown nipples letting him know how aroused I am. He moans slightly as I lean in and kiss his neck while at the same time brushing my palm across his obvious arousal in his pajama pants. I take his length in my hand and lightly stroke his length while I push his head down, urging his mouth to find my breast. He lightly explores my nipple with his tongue and I'm in heaven. A tentative suck, a firm nibble and kiss after kiss across my chest has me in a state of bliss as he takes my other breast and gently squeezes, making sure nothing is left out.
In a matter of minutes, with me continuing to tease him over his pajamas and reaching lower to fondle him in my palm, Harry is moaning that he can't keep going much longer. I pull away and tell him to pull his pants down and let me see. I'm greeted by six firm inches of Mr Potter that I've never gotten to see and his throbbing veins make it obvious that he's barely holding on. I pull my bikini bottoms open, giving him a place to aim as he begins to touch himself, stroking at a pace that I soon hope to ride him while I take his balls in my hand, wanting to help add to his sensations.
"Cum for me Harry", moaned into his ear is all it takes as he finds his release in one, two, three thick ropes of cum that makes it seem like it's been ages since he found release. It pools between my legs, mixing with my own arousal in one of the most erotic moments I've ever experienced. I let go of my bottoms, his cum now pressed against me as I squeeze my legs together trying not to make a mess. He's warm between my legs and I can only imagine what else we have in store for later.
We're breathless as Harry comes down from his orgasm and I'm on edge, teased to a point of longing, but still not willing to push Harry into something too soon. "I'm going to make a mess of your bed hun" I say as I feel him start to leak out of my bottoms. I slip them off and use them to clean myself up a little, collecting as much of his release in them before casting a charm to finish up. I reach out of the curtains and put them on Harry's nightstand. "You can keep those with my thong if you'd like" and Harry is slightly confused. "I know sometimes guys like to use them to wank...and it's okay if it's something you want to try" you can see the wheels turning in his head, thinking of wrapping my underwear around his shaft as he thinks of me and it's cute when he realizes what I'm saying.
"Mr. Potter, why don't you match me tonight" I say, tugging his pajamas all the way off. Laying together naked for the first time, I snuggle up to his chest and drape my leg across his as I cuddle in close.
"Uhm sorry about that" Harry says as I brush against his still semi erect shaft and I giggle in reply.
"Harry, I like that you like me. It's okay to show it" I say as I gently squeeze him. "Think about what you want me to do after our date tomorrow "
I slowly fall asleep in Harry's arms, his breathing lulling me to a calm, safe sleep. I dream about what else I want him to do, and in the morning, when I wake up to his arousal pressed against my bum I can't help but think how incredible it would be for him to just take me then and there. I feel him start to wake up and he realizes that I'm naked in his bed and he's obviously startled.
"Harry hun, it's okay, I'm okay if you see me naked" as he tries to look away to keep me modest. "Would you mind if I borrow one of your Quidditch jerseys? " I ask, not wanting to wear a blouse without a bra on my way to breakfast. He obliges my request and after a minute to freshen up, I'm in my skirt and Harry's jersey making my way to breakfast with my soon to be husband and I couldn't be happier.