Chapter 3

When Harry woke in the morning to the dueling snores of Ron and Seamus, the first thing he did was check under his pillow for the journal Dumbledore had given him. He smiled in triumph when he found it was still there. Jumping out of bed, he changed into his casual clothes, put on his wristwatch, and tucked his journal and a self-inking quill in his pocket. The night before, as he drifted to sleep, a plan had formed in his mind. From now on, he was going to make a careful note of everything that happened around the castle and when. If there was one thing he had learned from his adventures over the last three years, it was that you could never have enough information.

As he jogged down the stairs to the Common Room, he decided in the moment not to talk with Dumbledore today. It wasn’t like it mattered if he took a day off to just enjoy himself every now and then. After all, he had all the time in the world to figure out what was happening.

Harry paid more attention to the people around him than he normally would as he looked around the Common Room. Sitting down in and empty chair and retying his shoes, he noticed a few girls glancing his way before turning to whisper and giggle with their friends. One girl in particular drew his attention. Lavender Brown, who was sitting with her best friend Parvati and their dormmate Fay Dunbar, gave him a flirtatious smile and a little wave when he looked her way. Lavender was widely considered to be one of the prettiest girls in their year, and she knew it. She was a curvy, busty blonde with bright blue eyes and a flirtatious personality.

With a confidence he had never felt before, Harry smiled at her and winked before standing up and making his way to the Great Hall. Walking through the halls at a sedate pace, he noticed several other girls from other houses and even other years looking at him as he passed. How had he never noticed before, he wondered. Susan Bones, a pretty, short red head with quite possibly the largest breasts in the school, blushed when he looked at her and smiled. She waved shyly and hurried away with her friend Hannah Abbot rushing to catch up. He even thought he saw Julie Runcorn, a pretty Slytherin in the year above him, looking at him speculatively as she stood outside the doors to the Great Hall talking with a girl he didn’t recognize.

He wondered if he always got this much attention from the female population or if it was all because of the Ball and he was a Champion. Sitting down across from Hermione with a quick greeting, he filled his plate and let his mind drift as Dumbledore gave his short speech.

“Hey, Hermione?” Harry asked when Dumbledore had finished.

“Yeah?”

“Have you noticed girls paying more attention to me lately?” he asked curiously.

“Well, of course they are.” she said as if it was obvious. “The Yule Ball is tonight and you’re a Champion.”

“Do you think they’re only interested in my because I’m a champion?” he asked.

It bothered him that some of the girls giving him looks might only be interested in him because some put his name in a stupid Goblet, but not as much as it might have a few days ago. It wasn’t like anyone would remember what happened anyways. Still, using his fame to get a date just didn’t sit right with him. Acting like that wouldn’t make him any better than someone like Lockhart, wouldn’t it, he asked himself.

“A few of them, maybe, but most of them have been looking at you like that since first year.

Haven’t you noticed?” she asked a little incredulously.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed Hermione, but strange things seem to happen around me.” he said jokingly.

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled at him.

“Boys, I swear you’re all clueless sometimes.” she told him.

“When it comes to girls, yes.” he said with a nod.

“Honestly, Harry, think about it. You’re good looking, you’re smart, you’re a Quidditch player, and, as much as you might hate it, you’re one of the most famous wizards in England. With this whole Tournament, and the way you performed on the first task, you’ve never been more fanciable.” she told him.

“You think I'm fanciable?” he asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow.

Hermione glared at him, picked up a grape from her plate and tossed it at him, hitting him in the chest. Harry picked the grape up off the table and popped it into his mouth with a crooked smile.

“You know what I mean.” she said, giving him a flat look.

As they returned to eating, Hermione looked at him closely, as if she was studying him.

“You seem different today.” she said out of the blue.

“Different how?” he asked.

She shrugged and finished swallowing a bite of toast before answering him.

“I don’t know, you just seem more relaxed today, more confident, maybe. I thought you’d be more worried about finding a date for tonight.”

While her tone was off handed, the intent way she looked at him belied her curiosity.

Harry shrugged. Fortunately, before he could come up with some excuse that she probably wouldn’t buy anyways, Ron showed up. He plopped down heavily on the bench next to Hermione and tiredly began loading his plate with enough food to feed Crabbe and Goyle.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked Harry.

“Didn’t know I was supposed to.” Harry said as he finished his breakfast.

Ron grunted and focused on shoveling food into his mouth. Hermione wrinkled her nose cutely at the admittedly gross display and turned back to Harry.

“So, do you know who you’re going to ask to the Ball yet?” she asked.

Harry looked down the Gryffindor table and eyed several of the girls. As if she felt his gaze, Lavender looked up just as his eyes passed over her and smiled at him.

“I reckon I do.” Harry said.

Standing up, he walked down the length of the table and sat down next to Fay, putting his directly across from Lavender.

“Morning girls.” he said with a grin.

“Morning, Harry.” the said in unison with a giggle.

“So, what brings you over here?” Lavender asked, leaning forward on her folded arms and causing her chest to swell prominently.

“Actually, I was wondering if you would go to the Ball with me.” he said, unable to stop his eyes from dropping down to her ample chest for a moment.

Lavender face broke into wide smile, glossy red lips widening to reveal her perfect white teeth.

“Sure, I’d love to.” she said brightly.

“Great.” he said, smiling back. “Meet you in the Common Room at six?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, I'll see you then.” Harry said.

Standing, he made his way back over to his friends. Behind him, he heard Lavender and Fay squeal and titter girlishly. As he sat back down, he noticed Ron staring at him open mouthed, half chewed food nearly falling out, and Hermione looking at him in surprise.

“What?” he asked her.

Hermione opened her mouth to talk, but stopped, closed her mouth with a click, and shook her head. Glancing at Ron, she grimaced in disgust and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

“Close your mouth, Ron. That’s disgusting.” she scolded him.

“Bloody hell, mate.” Ron said after swallowing his food.

“Language.” Hermione barked.

Ron ignored her and continued as if she hadn’t spoken.

“You just walked up and asked the hottest girl in our year to the Ball, just like that?” he asked in awe.

Harry shrugged. “You might want to get a move on if you want a date for tonight.”

Ron swallowed thickly as he looked around the Hall, eyeing a few girls nervously.

Harry didn’t feel like helping Ron out this time around, not when it didn’t mean anything in the end. Bidding his friends goodbye, he left the Great Hall, giving Lavender a smile and a wink as he passed her. With nothing to do for several hours, he decided it was time for some research, though not the kind Hermione was so fond of. Ducking around a corner, he pulled his Invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map out of his bag. Wrapping the cloak around his shoulders, he wandered aimlessly through the halls. He overheard several conversations from girls talking about who they hoped would ask them to the Ball and was surprised to find his name coming up just as often as Cedric and Krum. He also got to witness many of his classmates nervously asking girls to the Ball and found their floundering and stuttering quite entertaining.

One of the most entertaining things he saw while wandering the halls was the sheer number of Allure addled boys that were turned down by the stunning but haughty Fleur Delacour again and again. The funniest, by far, was when Malfoy attempted to ask her. He started off by strutting up to her with an arrogant swagger, but as he got closer, his eyes glazed over, and his legs wobbled.

“How’d you like to go to the Ball with a proper wizard?” he had asked, puffing up his chest while his eyes leered at hers.

While Harry was a little disappointed Malfoy hadn’t stuttered and drooled like a few of the more susceptible boys, her reply more than made up for it.

“I would, love to.” she said with a mocking smile. “Let me know eef you find one.”

Without a backward glance at his reddened, outraged face, she spun gracefully, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and walked away. Harry’s ribs hurt from holding in his laugh as Malfoy stomped off like petulant child. He only wished there had been more people around to see the git’s utter humiliation.

After wandering around for a while longer, making note of a few other memorable moments that might be helpful later, he returned to the Common Room to relax. While sitting in front of the warm fire, reading a copy of Quidditch Weekly, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie came in excitedly after their snowball fight with the Hufflepuffs. He felt surprisingly jealous when he heard Katie was going to the Ball with Cormac McLaggen, a handsome but arrogant wizard in the year above him. He did his best to hide his feeling, which he thought he managed well, but he also noticed she didn’t seem to be very excited about her date.

A few minutes after the Chaser trio disappeared up the steps to the girl’s dormitory, Hermione came in with a light blush and looking distracted while clutching a book to her chest.

“Hey, Hermione.” Harry called out to her.

“Hmm? Oh, hi Harry.” she muttered, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

“Everything okay?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Hermione told him, shaking her head as if to clear it.

“So, did you get asked to the Ball yet?” he asked.

“Well, yes. As a matter of fact, I did.” she said without elaborating.

“And?” he asked, drawing out the word. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Hermione bit her lip and looked at him as if weighing whether to tell him or not. The last time he had asked her, she’d refused to say who, but that was probably more due to Ron’s attitude at the time than anything else.

“Promise not to laugh?” she asked.

“Of course.” he said, setting down his magazine and giving her his full attention.

“Viktor Krum asked me to the Ball.” she confessed quietly.

“Really?” he asked, faking his surprise. “Well, that’s good, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know.” Hermione said with a sigh, throwing herself back against the couch. “I mean, we really don’t have anything in common.”

“Do you not want to go with him?” Harry asked with genuine curiosity.

“It’s not that, it’s just...I don’t know, I guess I’m just nervous.” she said, looking down at her hands.

Harry was surprised at how she was acting. Every time he had seen her before, she had seemed so confident and excited about going to the Ball. It made him wonder how much of that had been an act. Wrapping his arm over her shoulder he pulled her against his side comfortingly.

Hermione took a deep, calming breath and leaned against him.

“It’ll be fine. It's not like your marrying him or anything, it’s just a dance, right?” he asked, trying to reassure her.

“I suppose you’re right.” she said, then gave a small smile. “I guess I should just be happy anyone asked me at all.”

“Don’t talk like that.” Harry reprimanded her, squeezing her shoulder firmly. “You’re beautiful, you’re brave, and you’re the smartest person I know. Anyone would be lucky to have you as

their date. Krum’s go most of the girls in the school chasing after him, but he asked you, didn’t he?”

They sat there in companionable silence for a minute before Hermione sat up and pulled away from him.

“Thanks, Harry.” she told him with a grateful smile.

“Anytime.”

“I should go start getting ready, I'll see you later.” she said.

Harry sighed as he watched Hermione walk up to her dorm, relieved he hadn’t made a mess of that. Picking up his magazine again, he sat back and tried to relax. Surprisingly, Hermione came back down half an hour later, with damp hair and wrapped in a white robe.

“Something wrong?” he asked, noticing the look on her face as she sat down next to him.

“It’s Lavender.” she told him softly, looking to make sure no one was listening in. “She was hit in the face with a stary snowball and now she has a black eye.”

“Does she still want to go to the Ball?” Harry asked in concern.

“Yes, but she’s really self-conscious about it. Parvati and Fay are helping her with her makeup to try and hide it. Just don’t say anything if you notice it, okay?”

“I won’t, thanks for telling me.” he told her.

Smiling and patting his leg, she raced back up to her dorm to get ready for the Ball. Harry sighed again and rubbed his eyes. Standing from the couch, he went up to his dorm a little early to get ready, hoping nothing else would go wrong. At few minutes before six, he went back down to the Common Room, sick of listening to Ron complain about his dress robes. It was nearly quarter after before Lavender came down, but any thoughts of complaining were pushed from his mind when he saw what she looked like.

She wore a tight, pink dress with a plunging neckline, putting a large amount of her pale, jiggling cleavage on display. The dress hugged her thin waist down to her hips, where it flared out, accentuating her already impressive curves. On her face, she wore fairly heavy makeup, with thick mascara and pink highlights around her eyes, and glistening, bright red lipstick. Her blonde hair was done up in intricate ringlets that fell around her pale shoulders lightly. Harry stood up from the couch he was sitting on and approached her with a smile.

“You look fantastic.” he told her.

Lavender smiled brightly and pushed her chest out a bit more.

“You look quite handsome yourself.” she said, brushing her hands over his robes to straighten an imaginary wrinkle.

Harry held out his arm and adopted a faux posh look.

“Shall we, my lady?” he asked.

Lavender giggled and took his arm as he escorted her down to the Great Hall. It was quite difficult, especially on the stairs, for him to not get distracted by the sight of her buxom breasts as they nearly bounced out of her dress with each step.

“You’re late, Potter.” McGonagall barked the moment she spotted him.

“Sorry, Professor.” he said, taking his place in line behind Cedric and Cho.

She glared at him a moment longer while he smiled at her, unbothered. With a long-suffering sigh, she turned and left. Harry looked over at Lavender and gave her a wink, causing her to giggle lightly just before the door to the Great Hall opened.

The first hour of the Ball went great. Harry had a great time dancing with Lavender, who seemed to take pleasure in rubbing her curvaceous figure against him and watching his reactions. When they took a break from dancing, Harry went to get them drinks while she and Parvati went to the bathroom. He sat with the rest of his Quidditch team and Ron, who didn’t have a date this time, talking and laughing while he waited for her to return. Katie’s date, Cormac, was acting like his usual arrogant self, and continually tried to put his hands on her.

Harry was relieved when she rebuffed his non too subtle advances, and even quietly threatened to hex him after a few minutes.

Harry grew worried as time went on and Lavender still didn’t return. The twins and their dates went back to dancing, but Katie stayed to wait with him. It probably had more to do with the fact she didn’t want to dance with Cormac than anything, but he still appreciated her being there.

“Maybe I should go look for her.” Harry said.

“She’s probably just redoing her makeup, I'm sure everything’s fine.” Katie assured him with her familiar smile.

“Harry?” A shy, quiet voice called from behind him.

He turned to find Padma standing behind him, biting her lip nervously.

“Hey Padma, everything okay?” he asked.

“I’m sorry.” she said, worrying her hands. “Parkinson vanished Lavender’s makeup just as she was coming back to the Ball, and everyone started laughing-”

“Where is she?” he interrupted in concern.

“She was crying so much Parvati took her back to the dorm. She said she was really sorry, but she’s too embarrassed to come back.”

Harry grit his teeth in anger and clenched his fists. Part of him wished it had been Malfoy who had done it, just so he had someone to hit. When he realized there wasn’t anything he could do, he sighed and threw himself back in his chair.

“Thanks for telling me, Padma.” he told her.

“You’re not angry at her, are you?” she asked in trepidation.

“With Lavender, no.” he assured her. “I’m angry at that bitch Parkinson. Can you tell Lavender I understand, and I’ll see her tomorrow?”

“Sure.” she said, turning to leave.

“Padma, wait. You don’t happen to know when Lavender got hit with the snowball, do you?” he asked.

“It happened right before lunch when she and Parvati were coming back from Hogsmeade to do some last-minute shopping, why?”

“Just curious.” he told her, fighting a smile.

Padma looked at him oddly for a moment but shrugged and left.

“Sorry your night got ruined.” Katie said genuinely.

“It’s okay, I'm sure things will work out fine tomorrow.” Harry told her with a smile.

Harry passed the rest of the night sitting with Ron, watching the Ball from his table. He had the pleasure of watching Katie slap Cormac loudly across the cheek only a few minutes later when he tried to grab her bum while dancing. After that, he tuned out Ron as he complained about Neville dancing too closely with Ginny as he made plans for how to fix things. Unfortunately, he was so caught up in his thoughts that he ended up getting caught up in Ron and Hermione’s fight once again. It was a rather unpleasant way to end a terrible evening.

The next morning, things went pretty much the same as he asked Lavender to the Ball again. He offered to go to Hogsmeade with her, but apparently, she had a girl's day out planned with Parvati, Padma and Fay. Harry ended up wandering the castle under his invisibility cloak for a couple of hours, before grabbing his broom and flying out over the grounds half an hour before lunch.

Floating high over the grounds, he watched and waited for Lavender and her friends to make their way back up to the castle. When he spotted them, he swooped down, landing lightly next to them.

“Hey girls, have a good trip?” he asked, falling into step with them.

Giggling, Lavender told him how they saw John Marchbanks, a seventh year Gryffindor, asking Madam Rosmerta to be his date to the Ball. As he listened and laughed along with them, he kept an eye out for any movement. With puffy white clouds overhead, and the ground covered in soft, white snow, he barely saw the brief flicker of movement as a snowball thrown wildly by Fred as he slipped rocketed towards Lavender. His hand shot out with blazing speed, just in time to catch the snowball. The girls shrieked as it exploded in his hand from the force of the impact, and Lavender stared at him in awe as his hand sat just a couple of inches from where her head had been.

“Whoa, nice catch!” Fay exclaimed.

“You okay, Lavender?” he asked, wiping the cold, melting snow off his bare hand, his skin stinging slightly.

In lieu of answering, she threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you so much.” she said, her warm breath washing over his neck before she pulled back.

“I don’t know what I would have done if that hit me.”

“Well, looks like you won’t have to find out.” he said, smiling. “You want me to help you carry your bags?”

After escorting them back up to Gryffindor Tower, bags in hand, she thanked him again and kissed him on the cheek before she, Parvati, and Fay dashed up the steps to get ready for the ball. When she got to the landing, Lavender turned back and gave him a sultry, promising smile just before she vanished up the steps.

A few hours later, Harry was back in the Common Room, waiting for Lavender. This time, she came down right on time, and wearing much less makeup.

“You look fantastic.” he told her.

Lavender smiled brightly at him and push out her chest a bit more.

“You look quite handsome yourself.” she said, running her hands over his robes to flatten and imaginary wrinkle.

“Shall we?” he asked, offering her his arm.

Giggling, she took his arms as he led her down to the Great Hall.

Lavender laughed and smiled brightly as Harry spun her and then pulled her against him for the opening dance. He led he gently across the dance floor as other students began joining in.

“I had no idea you could dance like this.” she said over the music.

“I've been practicing.” he told her simply.

They continued to dance for another hour before the band took a break. Again, Lavender and Parvati excused themselves to the bathroom. This time, Harry waited a few seconds before following them discreetly, just in case. A few minutes after they entered the bathroom, they left, just as Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstorde, and two other girls he didn’t recognize approached. Sticking to the shadows of the hall, Harry crept closer, has hand palming his wand in his pocket.

“Honestly Brown, are you so desperate for attention you have to dress like a complete whore?”

Pansy sneered as the girls behind her laughed.

“At least I have something for boys to look at.” Lavender sniped back, her eyes glancing down at Pansy’s rather flat chest dismissively.

Pansy glared at her and clenched her fists at her side as Parvati covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Lavender tried to end it there and leave, but Pansy yelled out to her, drawing the attention of several other girls waiting for the bathroom.

“Yeah well, at least I have the sense to date a proper wizard, not some pathetic loser like Potter.” Parkinson yelled, her voice carrying down the dim hallway.

The other girls in the hall gathered together in groups and whispered furiously to each other as they watched intently.

“Loser? If I remember correctly, he’s tied for first place. As for your date,” Lavender said, using the word derisively. “I hardly think you could call him that, considering he would rather sit with two trolls than dance with you.”

Pansy’s pale face went a furious red as Lavender turned away and the other girls in the hall gasped and sniggered. Reaching down to her ankle, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at Lavender’s back. Harry whipped out his wand before Pansy’s even cleared her holster and muttered the incantation for the animation charm while aiming at a nearby suit of armor.

“Furnunculus!” Pansy snarled.

The girls in the hall gasped as the writhing violet jinx flew towards Lavender’s unprotected back.

Lavender turned just in time to see the curse hurling towards her and raise her arms out of reflex. The suit of armor jumped to life and leapt in front of her, holding up its shield to block the jinx. With a loud, echoing gong, the jinx ricocheted off the shield and struck the ceiling, causing the girls to scream. Lavender stared at the suit of armor in wonder as it stood in front of her protectively.

“What is the meaning of this!?” McGonagall shouted, striding angrily down the hall. “Ms.

Parkinson, that will be a week's detention, starting Monday. If I ever catch you doing anything like this again, it’ll be a month, and a call to your parents. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” Parkinson said through gritted teeth.

“Good, now get back to the Ball. I’ll be informing your Head of House of your punishment.”

McGonagall said sternly.

Turning her attention to the suit of armor, she flicked her wand silently and sent it back to its position against the wall, then looked at Lavender who was still staring at it in disbelief.

“Are you alright, Ms. Brown?” she asked in a softer tone.

“Er, yes, Professor.” Lavender answered.

“I take it this wasn’t your work?” she asked, waving to the suit of armor.

“No, I have no idea what happened.”

McGonagall hummed in thought and looked down the hall. Harry thought he was hidden well enough in the shadows, but het cat like eyes locked on to him almost immediately.

“Mr. Potter, I take it this was your doing?” she asked loudly.

Lavender and Parvati spun around, looking at him in surprise as her stepped out of the shadows, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry, Professor.” he muttered.

“No need to apologize, Mr. Potter.” she said, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “In fact, I believe ten points are in order for a perfectly executed animation charm.”

Harry blinked at her in surprise and Lavender smiled at him proudly.

“Although,” she said, drawing out the word. “How did you date was in need of your assistance?”

“Uh.” Harry said, racking his brain for an excuse. “Something just felt...off.”

McGonagall raised an eyebrow at his admittedly lame excuse, while he thought he heard Lavender whisper something about ‘premonitions’ to Parvati excitedly.

“I see...” McGonagall said almost amusedly. “Well then, I believe you three should be getting back to the Ball.”

Turning on her heel, McGonagall strode down the hall, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor. With a wide smile on her face, Lavender walked up to Harry, and threw her arms around his neck.

“My hero.” she said softly.

Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled him down for a fierce, heated kiss. Harry grunted in surprise, but wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he kissed her back.

“Ahem!” Parvati cleared her throat loudly next to them with a wide grin.

Harry and Lavender broke apart slowly, their cheeks flushed and panting lightly.

“If you two are finished, we really should get back to the Ball.” Parvati told them.

“Right.” Harry said.

Taking Lavender by the hand, they walked back to the Ball. She clung to his side, both hands holding his arm and trapping his bicep between her warm breasts. When they got back to the Great Hall, the Weird Sisters were already playing. Squealing excitedly, Lavender pulled Harry onto the dance floor. They spent the next couple of hours, they stayed on the dance floor, with Lavender rubbing and grinding herself against him provocatively. When she felt his excitement pressing against her, she looked at him with sparkling blue eyes and a teasing smile on her lips.

Eventually, they grew winded and decided to take a break.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” she asked him with a promising look.

“Sure.” he said.

Grabbing his hand, she led him towards the Entrance Hall. Just as he was about to warn her about Snape prowling the courtyard, she pulled him further down the hall and out a door leading to a group of several parked carriages. Two of them were rocking slightly, and the windows were heavily fogged, leaving him a good idea of what was happening inside. Lavender giggle quietly at his surprised look, opened the door to an unoccupied carriage and pushed him inside. Climbing in after him, she wasted no time in straddling his lap and kissing him heatedly.

Harry cupped her ass and pulled her against him as they kissed, their tongues sliding against each other's almost frantically.

Lavender moaned into his mouth and ground herself down on his straining erection. Pulling back suddenly, she gave him a sultry smile and slid down onto her knees in front of him. Swiftly, she opened his pants and pulled down his boxers. She gasped when his rigid length leapt up, the head grazing her chin before giggling as she wrapped her hand around him, firmly stroking his shaft. Staring up at him, she parted her glistening red lips and plunged her mouth down on him, taking half his length into her mouth.

Harry hissed in pleasure as his sensitive member was enveloped by her hot, wet mouth. It surprised him how eager she was, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. As she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue writhing along his rigid shaft, the air in the carriage quickly grew hot and humid. Shucking off his robe, he tossed it on the seat next to him, loosened his bow tie, and opened the top two buttons of his shirt. A groan left his lips as she sucked hard while pulling back up to his head, tongue swirling around his swollen tip.

Abruptly, she pulled off of him, stroking his spit-soaked shaft rapidly as she caught her breath.

Letting go of him completely, Lavender slipped the straps of her dress down off of her shoulders and peeled it down to her waist, exposing her large breasts. They were pale, perfectly shaped mounds of smooth flesh, topped with wide, soft pink areolas and stiff, slightly darker nipples. She thrust out her chest, displaying them proudly as she stroked his spit-soaked shaft, causing them to jiggle enticingly.

Working her cheeks, she bent her head and a large glob of warm spit fell from her lips and fell on his engorged head. Smearing it over his length, she shuffled forward on her knees and wrapped her smooth, plump breasts around him. Using her arms, she pressed them together tightly around his length and worked them up and down, only his red, swollen head peeking up from between them. Lavender smirked at him as he groaned in pleasure from the feeling of her silky-smooth skin caressing his throbbing shaft. Tucking her chin against her chest, she wrapped her full, pouty lips around his sensitive head.

After being kept hard for the last two hours from her provocative dancing, Harry quickly felt his climax approaching.

“Lav, I'm close.” he warned her.

Lavender smiled up at him smugly with her lips still surrounding his head. Working her breasts in short, rapid movements, she sucked hard on his tips while swirling her tongue around his glans. Harry groaned loudly as his length swelled even more, his tip leaking as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. With a grunt, his shaft lurched as he came, filling her mouth with each powerful pulse while she kept her lips sealed tightly around him. His legs shook as he finally found his relief, the strength of his orgasm gradually fading.

When his climax finally ended, Lavender pulled her mouth off of him, a small dribble of white seed leaking from her lips. Wiping it up with her finger, she opened her mouth to show him the pool covering her tongue before closing her mouth and swallowing audible. Smiling at him coyly, she sucked her finger clean, giggling lightly when his spent member gaze an excited lurch.

Standing up as straight as she could, her back hunched against the ceiling, Lavender wiggled her hips as she slowly worked her dress down over her wide hips. Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in only a pair of matching, skimpy panties. A moment later, she pushed those down her smooth, toned legs as well, revealing her tight slit, decorated with a small, thin strip of blonde hair just above. Harry's spent member slowly jerked back to life, rising as it grew. Climbing on top of him, she straddled his hips and ran her hands through his disheveled hair as she bent down to kiss him passionately.

Both of them moaned as his length pressed against her damp slit, and Lavender ground herself down on him, her hips rocking back and forth slightly. Harry trailed his hands up her sides until he cupped her perfect breasts, the soft, pale mounds spilling out around his hands. She shivered lightly as he rubbed his thumbs lightly over her stiff, swollen nipples, drawing another moan from her lips. Lavender pulled her lips away from his, her breath coming in light pants.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as Harry trailed kisses down her neck, slowly making his way to her breasts. Kissing and sucking at the soft, smooth skin along the top of her voluptuous mounds, he worked his way down until he reached her nipple.

As he wrapped his lips around her sensitive nub, a hiss left her lips and her hips bucked, pressing her weeping slit against his fully hardened length. Head thrown back, Lavender let out a gasp when he gently scraped his teeth over her hard nipple, hands clenching tightly at his hair.

“Ooh, I knew I should’ve just pulled you into a broom cupboard last year.” Lavender moaned.

Harry smiled around the nipple in his mouth and let go to kiss her again. Lavender moaned into his mouth and slid one hand down his chest to wrap her fingers around his rigid shaft. Raising herself up slightly, she lined him up with her entrance and slowly lowered herself down, his girth stretching and filling her tight core with every inch. She broke their kiss and rested her forehead against his, her blue eyes darkened with lust as her round ass rested on his thighs, his length fully seated in her hot, grasping core.

“You’re so big, Harry.” she said softly in a passionate tone.

Harry was quite sure what to say, so he responded by kissing her heatedly and rolling his hips.

Lavender gasped against his lips as his pelvis ground into her slit, her legs quivering slightly.

Raising herself up a couple of inches before dropping quickly back down on his shaft, she started riding him, slowly increasing her pace. They broke their kiss, and he stared at her wonderous breasts as they bounced and wobbled enticingly with her movements. He moved his hands around her back and down to her ass, her full mounds filling his hands. Soon, Lavender was bouncing up and down on half his length, his rigid shaft spearing into her hot, slick core over and over again.

Harry quickly learned that Lavender was very vocal as a continuous stream of gasps, moans, and groans left her lips. Worried about getting caught, he dug his wand out of his robes and quickly cast a silencing charm on the carriage. Lavender gave him a devilish look and began riding him ever harder and grew louder. Meaty slaps from her cheeks hitting his thighs joined the chorus of sounds coming from her mouth.

“Oh Merlin, yes, fuck me!” Lavender yelled, her breasts bouncing wildly with her frantic movements. “Give me that big cock you stud!”

Harry fought down a chuckle at some of the corny this she shouted, and his smile only seemed to encourage her. Fortunately, the pleasure he felt from her driving his length into her sweltering core was enough to distract him. He was just starting to wonder how much of it was an act when she suddenly stiffened and trembled in his arms, her walls clutching him tightly as she reached her peak.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted, her hips bucking wildly.

A shuddering moan came from her throat as Harry gripped her hips tightly and slammed up into her, even as she rode out her climax. Her arousal drenched his shaft while her core fluttered around him. After a long moment, her trembling body went limp, and she collapsed against him with a groan. Once she was recovered, she started riding him again, her thick thighs still quivering occasionally. Lavender continued to whisper dirty things to him as she bounced on his rigid length, driving him closer and closer to his peak.

“I’ll let you cum anywhere you want, Harry.” she whispered to him. “You can paint my face, cover my big tits, I’ll even let you fill my tight little pussy.”

The thought of have Lavender on her knees as he covered her beautiful face and large breasts, pushed him over the edge. Lavender squealed in surprise when he suddenly spun them around, so she was sitting on the seat. Yanking himself out of her grasping core, he stroked his shaft frantically while hunched over her. Lavender smiled up at him and lifted her breasts up, jiggling them playfully. A long stream of cum rocketed from his swollen tip and struck her, leaving a line of thick, hot cum from her chin, down to the middle of her breasts. She let out a surprised squeak and giggled as he painted her pale skin with several more white strips of thick, hot cum.

By the time he was done, a large portion of her breasts was covered in his seed, with a pool forming in her cleavage as she pressed them together. As Harry panted, recovering from his climax, Lavender ran a finger over her breasts, coating it in his cum, and sucked it into her mouth with a wink. Smiling at her and shaking his head, he sat down on the seat next to her.

After Lavender had cleaned herself up using her wand, they spent a while longer cuddling, kissing, and talking. Harry couldn’t resist the temptation of caressing her breasts, not that she seemed to mind from the smug look she gave him. Eventually, the redressed and returned to the Ball for the last couple of dances. Afterwards, he walked he back to Gryffindor Tower where they said good night.

Changing his clothes and crawling into bed, he remembered at the last minute to check himself with the spell Dumbledore had taught him. Finding the results the same, he made a few notes in his journal. Reading back through some of the notes he made earlier while under his cloak, he decided on his next date for the Ball and laid down to sleep with a smile on his face.