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 stripes 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, they redressed and returned to the Ball for the last couple of dances. Afterwards, he walked her 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.
Chapter 4
Harry woke up and walked down to the Great Hall, determined to finally take Cho to the Ball. He wasn't sure when Cedric had asked her, so he decided to ask her just after breakfast. Sitting at the Gryffindor table across from Hermione, he watched the beautiful Asian girl talking and laughing with her friend Marietta as he slowly ate.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled in exasperation. "Are you even listening to me?"
"I'm listening." He told her, finally tearing his eyes off of Cho.
"Really?" she asked doubtfully. "Then what was I just saying?"
"You said you were excited about the practical uses of Ancient Runes project you're going to be doing at the start of next term." Harry said, having listened to the same conversation several times by now.
"Oh." she said, nonplussed. "Sorry, it looked like you were staring off into space and ignoring me. What are you looking at anyways?"
Hermione turned in her seat and looked at the tables behind her. As smart as she was, it didn't take her long to figure out where he had been staring. When she turned back around, she looked at him with a knowing smirk on her lips.
"Are you going to ask her to the Ball?" She asked teasingly.
Harry nodded as he swallowed his oatmeal. "I'm planning on it." he said.
"You know, I'm impressed, Harry. I thought you'd be a lot more nervous about asking someone to the Ball." she told him.
Harry simply shrugged and changed the subject.
A little while later, after Dumbledore had given his speech and Ron had joined them, he waited impatiently for Cho to leave. Finally, she got up with her friends and started walking to the Entrance Hall. Bidding a quick goodbye to his friends, he stood up and raced after her. Harry ended up catching her just as she started climbing the main staircase.
"Hey, Cho!" he yelled, taking the stairs two at a time. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Oh, sure, Harry." she said before turning to Marietta. "I'll meet you back in the Common Room."
Marietta nodded and continued up the stairs, leaving Harry and Cho relatively alone on the staircase.
"So, how have you been, Harry?" she asked a little nervously.
"I've been alright, how about you?"
"Good. You know, I don't think I told you, but you were really impressive at the First Task." she said.
Harry blushed lightly and his stomach fluttered at the compliment.
"Oh, thanks." he said a bit lamely and ran a hand through his hair. "I just got lucky I guess."
"It didn't look like it for the size of your Dragon." she said with a pretty smile.
Harry smiled back at her as they fell into a short, awkward silence. It felt like the longer he talked to her, the more nervous he got.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Cho asked, looking at him curiously.
"Oh, right, um, Listen, I was wondering if you would go to the Ball with me?" he asked hopefully.
"Oh." she said, looking at him sadly. "I'm sorry, Harry, but Cedric already asked me."
"Oh." Harry said, feeling deflated but tried to cover it with a smile "I guess I was just a bit too late."
"I really am sorry." she said genuinely.
"It's alright. He must have asked you pretty soon after Dumbledore's announcement." Harry said.
"Actually, he asked me on the way to breakfast." she said with a light blush.
"Ah, I guess I should have woken up earlier." Harry said jokingly. "Maybe next time."
"Next time?" she asked curiously.
"You never know when they might have another Ball." Harry said with a shrug, kicking himself for talking too much. "Anyways, I'll see you around, Cho."
"Bye." Cho said with a wave as she started climbing the stairs.
Dejectedly, Harry wandered around the halls aimlessly as he thought about how he was going to ask her to the Ball before Cedric. Every time he had relived the day, he had woken up late. There was no way for him to set an alarm either. It took him a little while, but he eventually remembered how Dumbledore had link the journal to him, and he wondered if he could do the same with his watch. Before he'd even made the conscious decision, he was already walking in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
"I see." Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair.
Harry had just spent the last several minutes telling him everything he knew and answering a few questions.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but I must admit, I'm at a bit of a loss." he said.
Harry nodded, partly relieved. A large part of him was really starting to enjoy reliving the same day over and over. Nothing he did had any real consequences, and he had a chance to do things he would never normally do. It gave him a confidence and a felling of liberation he'd never experienced before.
"Professor, I was wondering if you could use the spell you used on the journal on my watch." Harry said.
"Certainly, I could see how that would be useful." he said.
He felt a bit bad misleading Dumbledore but justified it to himself by thinking it might come in handy for figuring out what was really happening later. After he performed the spell, they talked for a little while longer. Dumbledore had no more ideas than the last time they spoke, but he promised to do as much research as he could and send the notes to Harry later. He also had a couple of ideas that, while he didn't think they would solve the problem, they might give them some useful information.
Firstly, he wanted Harry to stay awake as long as possible and watch the time carefully. The idea was that if he was only sent back in time when he was asleep, Harry might be able to stop it by simply not sleep. If that didn't work, they might be able to determine at exactly what time it was happening and use that to possibly find some answers.
Secondly, and more concerningly, he wanted Harry to check his age at night and in the morning. Dumbledore thought he was being sent back in time, or at least his soul was. However, with no signs of temporal magic around him, it was possible something else was happening. His first concern was to figure out if Harry was aging. If he was, things were far more serious than they seemed. He gave him a spell that would track his exact age down to the second and instructed him to use it every night and every morning for at least a week. For the first time in the last few days, Harry felt real concern.
Harry, as he had found himself doing quite a lot lately, spent time walking around the castle under his Invisibility Cloak. It proved both a good distraction for his worries and gave him a good amount of information about classmates he had never really spent time with before. Lost in his thoughts, he ended up spending far more time wandering the halls under his cloak than he intended before remembering he didn't have a date for the Ball.
Cursing under his breath, Harry raced back to the Common Room. He ran into Katie at the portrait hole and asked her to the Ball once again, only to find out she had already agreed to go with Cormac. In the end, he ended up going with Parvati again, and got Ron a date with Padma.
He focused on being a much better date this time and did his best to ignore his jealousy as he watched Cedric with Cho and Cormac with Katie. It ended up being a rather pleasant evening, although nothing that memorable happened. That was due in large part to Harry focusing more on how to ask Cho before Cedric next time. At the end of the night, he escorted her back to Gryffindor tower and got a soft kiss on the lips goodnight before she walked up the stairs with a happy smile on her face. Again, he felt guilty for not giving her his full attention and resolved to give her a proper date soon. After he got a date with Cho.
Before bed, Harry used the spells Dumbledore had taught him, and made sure to set an alarm on his watch. This time, he was going to make sure to ask Cho to the Ball first. He crawled into bed, deciding to try the headmaster's idea of staying up all night some other time, and drifted off to sleep.
His alarm woke him at seven the next morning, and he groggily climbed out of bed. Using the spells Dumbledore had taught him, he was relieved to see he was indeed younger than when he went to bed. Writing down his exact age in his journal, as he had been instructed, he grabbed a quick shower and got dressed for the day. Feeling better now knowing he wasn't going to end up as a sixty-year-old fourth year at some point, Harry grabbed his cloak and the Marauders Map as he headed out of the Common Room.
There were very few students awake and about this early during Winter break, leaving the halls nearly empty. Harry headed straight for Ravenclaw Tower, hoping to meet Cho as she left for breakfast. As he neared the entrance to their Common Room, he checked the map and looked to make sure she hadn't left yet. Sure enough, he found her still on her dorm. Her dot was moving, meaning she was probably still getting ready for the day. His relief was short lived, however, when he saw another dot already waiting just down the hall and around the corner from Ravenclaw tower. Cedric Diggory.
Harry cursed silently. Quickly, he thought of a plan and checked to make sure the halls around them were clear before throwing on his Invisibility Cloak. Tiptoeing silently, he snuck past the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower and glanced around the corner. Cedric was leaning against the wall with a magazine in his hands. Clearly, he was waiting for Cho to leave the Common Room so he could ask her to the Ball. Harry tightened his grip on his wand in his pocket and walked around behind Cedric as silently as possible. The older Hufflepuff didn't notice a thing as he yawned hugely and checked his watch before going back to his magazine.
Harry took his wand out of his pocket and aim it at Cedric's back before pausing, the tip of his wand hovering in front of him. Did he really want to go this far to get a date with Cho, he asked himself. Why not, he thought, it wasn't like it would really matter by tomorrow anyways. Solidifying his resolve, Harry check the Map on last time and took careful aim.
"Stupefy." he whispered.
The red jet of magic traveled the handful of inches and hit Cedric right between the shoulder blades, and he collapsed to the ground with a soft thump and a rustle of paper from the magazine. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry quickly levitated him and put him gently in a nearby broom cupboard. Summoning the Quidditch magazine, he tossed it into his lap and closed and locked the door before turning to lean his back against it.
Just as the adrenaline rush began to fade, he heard the door to the Ravenclaw Common Room open and a handful of female voices. Harry peeked around the corner just in time to see Cho and her friends making their way to the stairs. Taking a deep breath, he did his best to calm his racing heart and pulled off his cloak as he walked up behind them.
"Hey, Cho!" Harry called out, jogging to catch up with them.
"Hey, Harry." she said, glaring at her friends as they giggled.
"Could I talk to you for a second?" he asked, his nerves growing as her friends smirked at him knowingly.
"Sure." she said with a smile.
It took a few seconds for her to shoo away her friends, and one of them whispered something that had Cho blushing prettily.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked, brushing her long, dark hair over her shoulder.
"Well, I was wondering if you would go to the Ball with me?" he asked.
Cho smiled brightly at him, her cheeks going a light pink.
"Yes!" she blurted out excitedly. "I mean. I'd love to."
"Great." Harry said happily. "Can I walk you down to the Great Hall?"
"Sure. I'd like that." she told him.
Walking side by side, they talked about the Tournament and lamented the lack of Quidditch as they walked through the halls slowly.
"I mean, it just doesn't make sense." Cho complained. "We could have had a whole Quidditch tournament with the two other schools here. The best of England versus the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons."
"Yeah." Harry agreed. "I'd love to fly against Krum."
"That'd be brilliant." Cho said, smiling at him. "It just seems like such a waste that there's so many students here and only the four of you get to compete. Have you had any luck finding out who put your name in the Goblet?"
Harry stopped in his tracks and stared at her in surprise. "You believe me?"
"Of course. You've never lied to me before." she told him with a shrug.
Harry smiled brightly, felling like a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders.
"Thank you." he said gratefully.
Cho smiled shyly and softly took his hand in hers. Harry smiled and gave it a light squeeze as he laced his fingers through hers.
"So, any luck." she asked after a moment.
"Oh, right." Harry said, having forgotten the question. "No, not yet. Well, Dumbledore hasn't told me anything, at least."
"Do you think he knows something?" she asked.
"I'd be surprised if he didn't." Harry said.
"Well, I'm sure he'll figure it out soon. At least you're doing really well in the Tournament." she said, trying to lift the mood.
"Honestly, I'll just be happy to survive. If Dragon's were just the start, I don't thing I want to know what they have planned next." he said, shaking his head.
"I'm sure you'll do great. I think you have a good chance at winning." she told him encouragingly.
"You really think so?" he asked.
"Yeah, I do." Cho said, smiling softly.
They reached the Great Hall and paused for a moment awkwardly.
"Well, I should go sit with my friends." she said, pointing over at the Ravenclaw table with her thumb.
"Yeah." Harry said lamely before an idea popped into his head. "Hey, we're having a snowball fight against Hufflepuff after breakfast, do you want to come?"
"Sure." she said, her dark brown eyes lighting up excitedly. "Do you mind if I bring a couple of friends?"
"No, not at all." he said, smiling. "So, I'll see you then?"
"Yeah, I'll see you then." she agreed.
Cho let go of his hand and turned to head to the Ravenclaw table.
"Hey, Cho." Harry called out to her, waiting for her to look at him before continuing. "Thanks."
She smiled at him brightly before turning and heading to her table, where she was swarmed by a gaggle of giggling girls. Harry went to his own table and sat down in his usual place across from Hermione. It wasn't until near the end of breakfast that Cedric showed up, looking severely disgruntled. He felt kind of bad as he watched him get turned down by Cho. The guilt, however, only lasted until he met her in the Entrance Hall, and she smiled brightly at him. Both of them were bundled up in heavy winter clothes as they headed out to the snowball fight.
A couple of her friends, including Marietta and Eloise, joined them a few minutes later, but spent most of their time on the sidelines, trying not to get hit by stray snowballs. Harry had enjoyable morning with Cho as they laughed and yelled while snowballs flew past their heads. It seemed she had something against one of the older Hufflepuffs named Joshua Kent. Three times, she nailed him in the groin with high velocity, densely packed balls of snow and ice. It only ended when Joshua was forced to quit, due to the pain. When he asked her about it after the snowball fight had ended, she told Harry that he had dated one of her friends and spread some false rumors about her when they broke up. He made a note to himself not to get on her bad side.
They split up for lunch, and then Cho disappeared upstairs to get ready for the Ball afterwards. Hary spent the rest of his time waiting for the Ball in the Common Room with Ron and Neville. Things got a little awkward when Ron found out Neville had asked Ginny to the Ball but, fortunately, Harry was able to calm him down.
"Harry, you gotta help me mate." Ron plead with him after Neville left to go take care of some plants. "There's no way I can show up to the Ball without a date if Neville has one."
Sighing in irritation, both at his inability of getting a date of his own as well as his treatment of Neville, Harry agreed to help him. Eventually, he ended up getting him a date with one of Hermione's roommates, Fay Dunbar, a pretty girl with nice curves, dirty blonde hair, and green eyes. He was about ready to throttle the git when his only response was to complain about how Fay's hands were too big and her ears too small. Huffing in frustration, Harry went up to the dorm to get ready for the Ball.
Half an hour later, he was dressed and ready to go. Leaving Ron on his own to try and salvage his dress robes, he left for the Great Hall where he planned to meet Cho. Arriving a few minutes early, he leaned against the wall as he waited for his date. One thing he noticed quickly, was Cedric had taken a pretty blonde for Beauxbatons as his date and was glaring daggers at Roger Davies. It made him curious enough that he decided to ask him about it.
"Hey Cedric." He said, walking over to him.
"Huh, oh, Hey Harry." he said, snapping out of his thoughts. "This is my date, Suzette."
"Bon jour." she said with a smile.
"Hello." Harry said, smiling back. "You know Ced, if you glare at him any harder, his head might actually explode."
Cedric snorted and the corners of his lips twitched.
"Someone stunned me this morning and left me in a broom cupboard, and I think it was Roger." he said, glaring at the back of his head again.
Roger seemed oblivious as he stared at Fleur Delacour with his mouth slightly open, his eyes glazed over.
"What makes you think it was him?" Harry asked curiously.
"Well, I mentioned to him that I was thinking about asking someone from Beauxbatons to the Ball. I didn't say who it was, but I think he thought I was talking about Fleur. Plus, I was outside Ravenclaw tower when it happened. Git dropped me right on my head, too." he explained, rubbing the back of his head.
Harry winced, more out of guilt than sympathy.
"Well, you could always talk to Fred and George. I'm sure they's be happy to help you get back at him." he offered.
"You know, that's not a bad idea." Cedric said with a smirk.
"So, Suzette, what do you think of Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
He talked with them for a couple of minutes, finding Suzette to be a rather down to earth and funny, with surprisingly good English. Their conversation ended when Cedric cleared his throat and pointed behind him.
Cho was coming down the stairs, looking extremely pretty in her tight silver dress robes. He was so busy staring at her, it took Cedric nudging him in the back to get him moving. Walking up to Cho, he held out his hand and helped her down the last couple of steps.
"Wow! You look incredible." Harry told her.
Cho blushed but smiled brightly at him.
"Thank you." she said. "You look quite handsome yourself."
Harry smiled and offered her his arm. When she took it, he escorted her over to the other Champions and their dates just as McGonagall told them to line up. Moments later, they were walking into the Great Hall and over to their table. Like with Katie, Harry found himself enjoying his time with her as they talked. Even Suzette, as a Chaser at Beauxbatons, joined the conversation when the subject turned to Quidditch. Hermione rolled her eyes playfully as they dragged Krum into the conversation and started talking about making plans for a game. Harry knew it wasn't actually going to happen since no one would remember anything, but it was fun to think about. He really did want to fly against Krum. Not because he thought he could win, but just wanting to see how he could hold up against the greatest Seeker in the world.
Eventually, dinner ended, and the first dance was about to begin. Harry led Cho out onto the dance floor and took his position, one hand on her hip while the other held her hand as they waited for the music to start. The band started playing and he smiled as he led her through the traditional first dance.
The evening when by quickly as Harry spent most of his time on the dance floor with Cho. It was a relief when the first song ended, and he was able to hold her close during the slower songs. Cho's lithe, athletic body felt small and light in his arms. Several times during the night, he picked her up off her feet and spun her around, causing her to squeal and laugh. Eventually, they go tired and decided to take a break.
Looking for a table to sit at, Harry deliberately avoided glancing over at Ron, who was sitting sulkily in the far corner alone. He didn't know when Fay had abandoned him, and he really didn't care to find out right now anyways. Eventually, he spotted an empty table and Cho went to take a seat while Harry offered to go get drinks. When he returned, he had just set they glasses down at the table when Hermione joined them.
"Hey, Hermione. Where's your date?" Harry asked, wrapping an arm around Cho's shoulders.
"He needed to use the bathroom." she told him, smiling.
"Having a good night then?" he asked.
Hermione nodded. "The Ball's been wonderful, hasn't it?"
"Definitely." Cho said, leaning into Harry's side.
Smiling at her, he started running his fingers up and down her bare, smooth arm.
"Kind of ironic though." he said looking at Hermione.
"What is?" she asked curiously.
"Well, all these years you've been going on about how much you hate Quidditch, and now you're dating the most famous Quidditch player in the world." he said teasingly.
Hermione rolled her eyes as he chuckled at her.
"I wouldn't say that we're dating..." she said quietly, her cheeks turning a light pink.
"You don't want to?" Cho asked in surprise.
Under the table, Cho put her hand on his thigh and started rubbing up and down his leg. Harry cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his seat, fighting down his excitement.
"Don't get me wrong, Viktor's been great, and I like him." Hermione said, pausing to choose her words carefully. "I just don't know if I want to date him, you know?"
Harry looked at her in surprise. She had always looked so happy during the Ball that it never occurred to him that she might not be interested in Krum.
"So, is there someone you are interested in?" Cho asked, her hand sliding further up his thigh.
"No, not really." Hermione answered.
"Well, Ron seems to be interested in you." Cho said, tilting her chin towards the table in the corner, where Ron was glowering at them.
Hermione sighed. "I know but there's no way that would ever work. Don't get me wrong, he's a good friend, usually. But we'd be at each other's throats constantly if we started dating and I doubt our friendship would survive a breakup."
"Wait." Harry said, shaking his head. "Ron fancies Hermione?"
Cho and Hermione looked at each other and burst out laughing at the incredulous look on his face.
"Boys." Hermione said to Cho laughingly.
"It's almost cute how clueless they can be." Cho said, looking at Harry teasingly.
Harry rolled his eyes and tried to look sulky, but that was difficult with Cho's hand getting closer and closer to his rapidly hardening excitement.
Mercifully, Krum showed up and sat down next to Hermione, stopping them from teasing him further.
"We'll leave you two to enjoy some time alone. There's something I want to show Harry." Cho said.
Harry looked at her curiously as she stood up and pulled him to his feet. He waved a quick goodbye to Hermione as Cho pulled him into the Entrance Hall and up the stairs.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
Cho turned and gave him a mischievous smile. "It's a surprise."
With his knowledge of the castle, it didn't take Harry long to realize she was taking him up to Ravenclaw tower. He was worried she wanted to end the night early, until she led him right past the entrance to the Ravenclaw Common Room and towards a wooden door at the end of the hall. She opened the door leading to a spiraling staircase that took them up another three floors. At the top, there was a wooden ladder leading to a hatch in the ceiling. Cho climbed up ahead of him, giving him a great view of her long, toned legs as he followed up after her.
When he reached the top of the ladder, he found himself climbing into a circular room at the very top of Ravenclaw tower. There were windows all the way around, giving them a stunning view of the Hogwarts grounds. The floor of the tower was covered in a mismatched collection of pillows and blankets in all different shapes, sizes and colors. It the very center of the room, Cho lit a stove, driving away the slight chill in the air. As Harry closed the trap door behind him, Choe unbuttoned the small cape covering her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Walking up to him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled him down for a kiss. Between the kiss and the fire from the stove, Harry quickly started feeling a bit too warm. Shucking off his outer robe, he let it slide down his arms to pool on the floor around his feet. Wrapping his arms around Cho's waist, he pulled her thin body against him, her small breasts pressing firmly against his chest. Slipping her leg between his, her toned thigh rubbed across the straining erection causing a noticeable bulge in his slacks.
Harry groaned into her mouth, and he felt Cho smirk against his lips as she pulled back. Running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. Harry was a little surprised at how fast things were moving, not that he was complaining. Cho quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants before reaching into his bowers and wrapping her long, thin fingers around his length. As she pulled out his rigid erection, a wide, predatory smile stretched across her lips.
"Wow." she whispered.
Staring hungrily at his member, she softly ran her hand up and down length, exploring every inch of his shaft. Harry swallowed thickly and panted in excitement as he watched her lean forward and kiss his swollen tip with her full, soft lips. Cho's dark red lipstick left behind a smudge on his head that she gently wiped away with her thumb, causing Harry to gasp and his length to jerk in her hand. Giggling, she looked up at him with a sultry gaze and parted her lips as she slowly leaned forward to wrap her hot, damp mouth around his head.
Cho's small mouth was stretched wide around his thick shaft as she slowly descended down his length. Harry placed his hands on her head, fighting the desire to drive himself deeper into her mouth when his engorged head pressed against the back of her mouth. As she dragged her lips back up his length, her lips left behind long trails of dark red lipstick from the middle of his shaft, all the way to the tip. With his tip still trapped between her lips, Cho smiled up at him before taking a deep breath through her nose and descending back down his shaft, this time moving faster.
Harry tilted his head back and groaned as she started moving faster and faster. Just as she hit a rhythm, the trap door suddenly banged open, startling both of them. Cho jump, sending his length deeper than she was prepared for and causing her to yank her head off of him while coughing hard. Harry tried, and failed, to cover his considerable length with his hands just as Marietta poked her head into the room, only to stop in her tracks and stare at them with wide eyes.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Sorry. I didn't realize it was occupied."
Tearing her eyes away from his crotch, she looked at Cho and he could clearly see her mouth the words, 'He's huge.'
Harry felt his cheeks burn, and he bent down to grab a pillow off the floor, using it to cover himself.
"Er, do you mind?" he asked.
"Well..." Marietta drawled, tilting her head to try and get a better look at his crotch.
"Marietta!" Cho scolded her.
"Fine. I'm going." She gave in, giving Cho a wink as she climbed back down the ladder. "You might want to lock the door this time."
As soon as the door was closed, Harry pulled out his wand and locked it. Cho started giggling uncontrollably, and he used the pillow to cover his face, groaning into it in embarrassment. When she calmed a moment later, Cho walked up to him and pulled it away from his face, a smile still on her face. Placing her hand on his chest, she tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips gently. When she pulled back, she pushed him hard on the chest while her foot slipped behind his, sending him sprawling to the floor.
Harry pushed himself up on his elbows as she giggled again and reached up behind her back to lower the zipper on her dress. Shrugging it off her shoulders, she let the top of the dress fall down to her waist, revealing her small, bare breasts. Sitting high on her chest, they were capped with long, hard brown nipples and tiny round areolas. The tips of her breasts trembled slightly as she moved. Cho swayed her hips back and forth as she worked the dress over her hips and dropped it down her long, muscular legs, leaving her standing in only a pair of small grey blue panties. Harry quickly pulled of his shirt and kicked off his pants as she slowly lowered her panties, giving him a perfect view of her bald slit and taught lips.
Strutting over to him with her hips swaying provocatively, she dropped to her hands and knees when she reached his feet and crawled over him. Lifting his cock, she rested it against his stomach and ran her tongue all the way from his base up to the head. Placing a kiss on the tip, she continued kissing her way up his chest and neck to his lips. Harry wrapped his arms around her, cupping and squeezing her small, tight bum as he ground his throbbing erection against her toned stomach with a groan.
Cho pulled her lips away from his and sat up on his waist with her hands resting on his chest. Lifting herself up, she grabbed the base of his shaft and pressed his swollen head against her entrance. She had to push down on him surprisingly hard, making him worry for a moment he would fit, before he finally slipped into her incredibly tight depths.
Cho was by far the tightest girl he had ever been with. He could actually feel his girth forcing her open as she slowly descended down his length. As she took more and more of his shaft into her incredible heat, there was a look of absolute rapture on her face. Her legs trembled when she bottomed out and her nails dug into his chest while she sat still for a moment.
Harry slid his hands up to her chest and ran them over her breasts, her long, fat nipples bending under his palms. Cho moaned and started bouncing on his waist, the muscles on her legs flexing under her smooth, pale skin as she raised and lowered herself. Starting with short slow movement, she began going higher and higher up his length, rapidly gaining speed. Soon, she was riding him aggressively as her arousal dripped down his shaft.
"I love your big fat cock!" Cho yelled, her ass bouncing off of his hips. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Harry let go of her breasts and held on to her hips, a stunned expression on his face as she started slamming herself down on his cock with bruising force. By now, she was raising herself up to his tip before driving back down on him at a speed that was almost concerning. He mentally cringed as he imagined what would happen to his length if she raised up too high and he were to slip out of her. He could only hold on to her hips and hope for the best as she moaned and yelled on top of him, her nails digging painfully into his chest.
Cho panted heavily and her sweaty skin shone in the moonlight from the windows as she continued to jump up and down his length. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and without warning, she let out an ear ringing shriek as she came. Harry grunted as her unbelievably tight walls clamped down on, making it almost impossible for him to move. He was almost relieved to have a break, his hips aching her forceful bouncing. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both over, so Cho was on her back and Harry was on top of her.
"Oh yes!" Cho yelled, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly, her heels digging into his ass. "Plow me with that huge cock! Fuck me, baby!"
Harry fought back a laugh as her shouting brought back memories of the cheesy lines he used to hear through the wall when Dudley got a hold of a few porn videos. Leaning over her, he kissed her heated on the lips to keep her from talking as he started thrusting into her. Cho bucked her hips up with every thrust while moaning enthusiastically into his mouth. Despite her rather odd reactions, her hot core felt incredible wrapped tightly around his length. Harry settled into rhythm and was forced to pull his lips away from her when breathing became an issue.
"Harder!" She yelled the moment her lips were free. "Oh, Merlin, fuck me harder with that massive cock!"
Harry pulled his hips back until only his head remained trapped between her gripping lips before brutally slamming back in. Cho's nails dug into his back as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Closing his eyes, Harry focused on the feeling of her tight depths as he continued slamming into her with bestial thrusts. Her entire body was jerked forward with each powerful impact, forcing him to grab her shoulders to hold her in place. Focusing on the pleasure of her depths, Harry felt his climax quickly rising.
Normally, he would have warned her, but he didn't think he could hold back a laugh from anymore of her over the top yelling. Slamming into her furiously, beads of sweat ran down his temples as he chased his peak.
Just as he came, his cock pulsing against her gripping walls, Cho tightened around him again as she reached a climax of her own. Another painfully high-pitched keen left her mouth right next to his ear as she stiffened and trembled under him. As his climax waned and her arms and legs relaxed around him, Harry rolled off of her and collapsed onto his back, panting for breath. Cho curled up to his side, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest when she hugged him tightly.
A few minutes later, just as Harry felt himself drifting off to sleep, she reached down and started stroking him back to hardness. He looked over at her in surprise and got a sultry smile in return. Cho sat up and climbed back on top of him, his length sliding back into her dripping core more easily this time. Harry groaned and rested his hands on her hips as she bottomed out. He was in for a wild night.
Waking up in the morning to the incessant beeping from his watch, it took him a few seconds to realize he was back in his dorm. The last thing he remembered from the night before was falling asleep next to Cho at the top of Ravenclaw Tower. Sitting up, he was glad everything was once again reset. Otherwise, he was certain his hips would be painfully bruised. Taking off his watch, he rolled over and decided to go back to sleep. He didn't think he could survive another night with Cho.