Chapter 2044 - Ch: 1-2

Harry the Playboy »by Elven Sorcerer

 The stress from the Triwizard Tournament was building up. Harry just hoped that the Yule Ball and his date with Lavender Brown might alleviate some of it. Lemons. Harry/Multi. Hermione, Cho, Fleur, Lavender, Susan, Hannah and more.

Harry Potter, M, English, chapters: 34, words: 128k+, favs: 8k+, follows: 8k+, updated: Oct 18, 2018 published: May 16, 2015, Harry P., Hermione G., Fleur D., Susan B.

Chapter 1: Turning a new leaf

Yule Ball was a highly anticipated event for all students eighteen years or older, and Harry Potter was no exception.

Harry was quite keen to use the opportunity to relax a little. After all, this year had been even his worst to date. And considering that his previous three years were filled with a myriad of dangers, from fifty-foot snakes with killer gazes to giant spiders, soul-sucking prison guards to dark lord wraiths, it was quite an achievement.

Inevitably, his thoughts shifted towards the beginning of the year; of his hopes for a normal year, finally free of mortal danger. However, his peculiar luck had struck again, forcing him to compete in a tournament that had been abandoned for high mortality rate. Of course, that wasn't enough to satisfy whichever deity that was controlling his life, so he had been chosen as the Fourth Champion, adding some much-needed controversy to an already deadly situation.

The response from student body had been diverse at first. For some, it was another crazy Harry Potter stunt to keep himself in the limelight. But this time, there was a significant amount of sceptics that doubted Harry was the responsible. After all, the selections were ruled by an ancient magical artifact. Seeing that, for a short time, Harry had dared to hope that rationality might prevail.

However, things went downhill when his so called best mate publicly took a stance against him, declaring him a cheat and a glory-hound. With that declaration, the doubters shifted against him pretty quickly, and Harry found himself alone. This time, even Hermione's support was missing, staying neutral between Harry and Ron. Feeling betrayed, Harry stopped interacting with people unless it was absolutely necessary. Hermione had started to hand around Ron, that was until he managed to drive her crazy with one too many insensitive comments.

With Lines drawn, the response from rest of the school went just as expected. Hating him before they even met him, Slytherins were fully in the against camp, doing the best they could to make his life difficult. Always ready to jump on the bandwagon, Hufflepuff was the next, hating him like they did in his second year. The fact that he was outshining one of their rare moments in the limelight wasn't really helping either. Ravenclaw joined the majority attitude, not caring enough to go against the grain.

Still, the response of his fellow Gryffindors managed to surprise him. Forgetting all the times Harry fought and bleed for them, bringing Quidditch and House Cups, even saving their lives, they decided to distance themselves from Harry, trying to separate themselves from the eventual humiliation he were going to suffer in the hands of students three years older than him. To make things worse, like deserting him wasn't enough, many people in the house started to bully him in small ways, 'accidental' shoulder slams, throwing his stuff to garbage by 'accident', charming the portrait door not to open for him.

These small things started to paint a familiar portrait. Small abuses, uncaring gazes… It was just like Dursleys. Apparently, when McGonagall said that the house was their family, she meant a model more familiar to Harry's case. Slowly but surely, the impression that Hogwarts had been a lovely home for him shattered.

After experiencing the Gryffindor's response, the response of the teaching staff hadn't been a surprise. Not even deigning to announce his participation was involuntary, they showed just how much they cared about his wellbeing. Some of them went even further, actually deriding him in many subtle ways, or in Snape's case, not so subtle. Flitwick settled in a professional but frosty attitude, an abrupt change from his usual cheerful mannerism. Sprout was just a step behind Snape in actual hostility. McGonagall was the one that disappointed him the most. She only interacted in the cases that Harry chose to retaliate, giving him detentions while the leading culprits went scot-free.

Only one teacher treated him decent, Moody, but Harry was a bit apprehensive about trusting him. After all, either accidental or deliberate, all three Defense Against Dark Arts teachers almost killed him.

At least, not all were negative. A few weeks into the school year, through a chance meeting, he learned Dobby was currently a Hogwarts employee. After explaining his situation to the excitable elf, Harry found both a helping hand and an ear to vent. He brought him food, helped to repair his destroyed stuff, he even diffused most of the tricks of Weasley twins. To make things even better, he showed Harry an excellent place to study and practice magic, a room with the ability to take any form the user wished. He trained there, ate there, he even slept there from time to time, when the attitudes in the dorm became unbearable.

As the days rolled on, Harry noticed an unexpected benefit from the rejection he had been suffering. He was finally free from all the distraction caused by his friends and other students, especially after he started to use Champion Exemption to skip classes. Distraction free, and motivated by the looming death and humiliation risk of the first task, he threw himself into training, causing his magical abilities to improve leaps and bounds.

Things changed radically after the first task. Unaware of his opponent until he drew a miniature dragon from the poach Bagman was carrying -apparently his opponents somehow already knew it, considering the absolute lack of surprise in their faces- panic momentary took his senses. But a few minutes later, while waiting for Fleur to finish his task, it occurred him that the Dragon was an easy opponent compared to a Basilisk, at least he would be free to use his eyes, he was still in possession of his wand, and there was no shade of Voldemort -hopefully. At least his luck held true this time, picking the Chinese Fireball as his opponents, the most dangerous looking one going to Cedric.

Second in line, his turn went much better than he estimated. When he stepped into the arena, he met with derisions and insults instead of applause, though it didn't faze him after two months of constant insults. He took a deep breath, casting a Patronus as a distraction, rapidly followed by several Falcons to fly around the Dragon, threatening its eyes. He assisted his construct with several spells to overload dragon's senses, bad smells, flashes of light and loud noises. In the following ruckus, it had been remarkably easy to sneak a dog into the Dragon's nest, stealing the egg without a scrap.

The sharp change in the attitudes of the people was enough to make him nauseous. His victory, together with Cedric's failure due to an unlucky tail swipe, had been sufficient to push him on the top of the school totem. Three houses started to act friendly once again, while Slytherin pulled back, intimidated by his clear display of skill, casting several complicated spells one after another, spells that lied outside the skill of most seventh years.

Harry hadn't been surprised to see Ron was one of the first to apologize, wanting to mooch off his success. But his half-assed apology wasn't enough for Harry, especially after he proved that just how unreliable he could be when it really matters. He was disgusted by their hypocrisy, and for a moment he seriously considered confronting them about it. But after some consideration, he decided not to go with it. However, this time, his attitude was far from altruistic. If they were not willing to show a shred of respect and loyalty towards him, he no longer had any complications about milking his popularity for all it's worth, at least until the next reputation shift.

"Anyway," Harry murmured as he tried to shape his hair to look like anything other than a bird's nest, at least not like a particularly messy one. "This night is all about fun, not to wallow in past." He started to think about the possibilities the ball promised. He took a deep breath, trying to reign in his excitement, but it was a challenging prospect as he imagined the possibilities the night carried, especially towards the later hours. A lascivious smile appeared on his lips as he thought about his date to the ball. Wanting to have a fun night, Harry preferred to invite Lavender Brown as his date. Not only she was beautiful -a pretty face, long blond hair, and curves just at the right places- but also she had a tendency to overawed by flashy things. And going to the ball with one of the champions of a prestigious tournament, who was also a national celebrity, definitely fit the bill.

Stopping his musings, he checked his black and emerald robes for the one last time before leaving his dorm, stepping inside the Common room. Wanting to pass time, he looked around, observing other students, loitering around as they waited for their dates. As usual, Neville was a trembling mess, his face pasty white. Seamus was standing together with Dean, glaring at him, but afraid to say anything. He was angry about Harry asking Lavender to the ball, but lacked the courage to say anything about it, settling to glare impotently. Ron wasn't around, Harry had heard that he had a date from Ravenclaw, so he probably was already there.

While waiting, he met up with another surprise, Hermione. She was walking down the stairs, wearing a sky-blue robe. His eyebrows raised in appreciation, she had cleaned up much better than he would have assumed possible, her hair straight, her robe tight enough to show she had a body of a woman instead of a girl, something that had been obscured by her loose school clothing. Harry was already planning to accept her silent apology after letting her stew for a little more, but he would have been quicker about it if he knew just what lay under these baggy school robes.

A minute later, Lavender appeared at the stairs, chasing all the thoughts about Hermione from his mind. She was wearing a midnight blue robe, her hair gathered as a loose bun, enhancing her slender neck and pretty face. He smiled in appreciation as he glanced at her body, examining the way her robe clung to her curves, hinting of the treasures hidden underneath. Her face was alight with excitement as she slowly walked down the stairs, the swaying of her hips enough to hypnotize an unprepared observer.

"Good evening, milady," Harry said; wearing a crooked smile as he took her hand, pressing his lip to back of her delicate hand, her fresh, delicate perfume caressing his nose. "Tonight, your beauty outshines the moonlight."

"Thanks, milord," Lavender said, trying to stand stoic, but she was unable to prevent a small giggle from escaping, destroying the stoic, distant image she was trying to present. She let her gaze fall upon Harry, examining for few seconds. "You also have cleaned nicely."

Harry let out a chuckle and raised his arm. "Shall we." Lavender gently placed her hand on his arm and they started their trek towards great hall, re-purposed as a ballroom for the night. Busy with small talk, they arrived at the small room that would house the champions until the ball starts. He was a bit surprised to see Hermione next to Krum, but his victorious smile was a good explanation about it. Apparently, he counted that as come kind of victory against him. To be fair, Harry was annoyed a bit, but he gave no outward signal, choosing to smile magnanimously, happy to note that Hermione looked a little uncomfortable. He took a mental note to make sure nothing happened between them, as he really didn't trust Krum enough to not to hurt her to somehow get revenge from Harry. Next to them stood Fleur and Cedric, accompanied by Roger Davies and Cho respectively. Both champions sent pointed looks at Harry, still a bit sore about being outperformed by someone that was three years junior, not only in overall performance, but also in sheer skill in casting.

Thankfully, Harry hadn't had to suffer their silent resentment for long, as Professor McGonagall came and led them to dance-floor for the opening dance, only a few minutes later. He somehow managed to finish the dance without embarrassing himself, partly thanks to his athletic abilities, partly due to Lavender's grace and dancing skills. As the dance floor filled with other students after the first dance, Harry felt the tension on his shoulders disperse. Apparently, dancing in the public was still more challenging for him than facing a nesting dragon. They continued dancing for a while before Harry's hands started to get a little adventurous, slipping from her back, resting on her hips, but Lavender hadn't reacted, except a small blush covering her face.

"We can rest a bit if you want," Harry said after several more songs, noticing she was getting a little tired.

"I would like to," she said, and they left the dance floor, walking towards their table, reserved for the champions. In a rare display of thoughtfulness, they have placed the table in a corner, partially hidden by several columns, probably to provide the champions with a moment of privacy between dances. They were the first to arrive, so they just sat and made some small talk while waiting for dinner the start. Other champions and their dates joined them a few minutes later, their red faces showing that they weren't the only couple that found the dances a little bit tiring.

With the arrival of them, Harry tried to pull the newcomers in the discussion, but his attempts fizzled quickly, unable to thrive under the cold attitude of his opponents. Cedric was still miffed about being the only champion to fail the first task, preferring to glare in a manner he thought to be intimidating instead of joining the conversation. Krum was already a weak candidate for a fun conversation, with his thick, choppy accent and silent demeanor. And with her haughty manner and entitled act, Fleur was scarcely better than her fellow champions when it came to light conversation. To make things even worse, their dates were not much better. Roger was captivated by the movement of Fleur's hair, drunk in her allure. Things with Hermione was still frosty, so she was reluctant to join the conversation, instead using her time to explain something transfiguration related to Krum. Cho showed some potential when she joined, but she was unwilling to join under her date's penetrating gaze, not wanting to make him even more annoying.

As a result, Harry's attention was almost entirely on his date as the night progressed. However, Harry noticed something weird. As the dinner progressed to the main course, he noticed his attention was shifting towards Fleur from time to time for no reason, watching the way she pressed the wine glass on her red lips, or the way her delicate wrists showed whenever she reached for a plate... He frowned, finding a little weird that he suddenly started to pay a little too much attention to her. While thinking about it, he was able to notice a slight pull from her, trying to pull Harry's attention on herself. For a second, Harry considered whether it was accidental, but her self-satisfied expression while looking at the table was enough to change his mind. A sweeping gaze later, he noticed the other females on the table was acutely aware of it too, if the frowns etched on their faces were any indicator.

He took a deep breath, repressing his first, biting, response at her for daring to magically manipulate him. While being magically manipulated wasn't something he would accept in a good humor, a confrontation would definitely spoil rest of the night. So he decided to leverage it a little differently, after all, there was no reason to waste the rest of the evening.

So he focused his full attention back to his date, leaving Fleur out of his view range. Lavender was giving several signals, the tightening on the corner of her eyes, the weak smile plastered on her face, clenched hands. When Harry focused his undivided attention to her, no distraction, she was a little surprised at first, quickly replaced by suspicion. But when she was sure that her date was entirely focused on her, her radiant smile returned, joining the talk with a renewed vigor.

A few minutes later, he felt the draw of the allure getting significantly heavier, the other male occupants of the table abandoning all the pretense of discretion, gazing openly at Fleur's near perfect beauty, making their dates' even angrier. For Harry, the situation was a little different, as he was finding even easier to deny this heavy-handed intrusion. Then, he noticed another interesting detail. The other females on the table were blushed, but their angry expression slowly changed, replacing with an uncomfortable one as they started to squirm in their seats a little.

Harry smiled as he realized the reason. Apparently, in the high blast, allure could also affect the females. The new Harry wasn't one to lose such an opportunity. He let one of his hands to slip under the table, gently landing on Lavender's upper thighs. Her blush was intensifying, but she made no attempt to acknowledge his hand there. Seeing the implicit approval, he started to caress her toned legs. Her blush flared even more as his hands surveyed her body, slowly climbing upwards. "So, how was your evening so far?"

"Perfect," she murmured, a bit distracted by the hand moving under the table. "I can't imagine a better night."

"Really?" Harry said, placing his hand on her rump, letting his fingers sank a little into her supple flesh. She jerked a little, her mouth opening in shock a little. "I can think of some to make it even better," he continued, his naughty smile destroying any chance of misunderstanding what he meant.

"Oh, my," Lavender said, her breathing quickening. "Really?"

This time, he just smiled, choosing to stay silent. He pulled his hand off her backside, earning a disappointed gaze; only to replaced by one of surprise when her robe had been pulled up, followed by a hand resting on her thigh once again, this time without a piece of fabric to dampen the intensity of the touch. Harry watched, satisfied, as her chest started to heave a little in excitement, her blush getting more intense as his hand climbed higher and higher. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, smiling teasingly.

"Yes, I'm fine," she managed to say in an even voice, trying to keep up the appearances, but her demeanor shattered a second later when Harry he moved his hand even further. "Harry, what are you doing!" she hissed in protest when she felt his fingers on her underwear, dangerously close to her arousal.

"What do you mean?" Harry said, acting like he didn't know what she meant.

"Pull your fingers away from my underwear," she whispered, trying to keep others on the table from hearing her, panting a little.

"As you wish," Harry said with a mischievous expression on his face. Using one of the wandless tricks he had discovered in his training sessions, he gathered his magic on his index finger, creating a small, cutting edge, using that to snip both sides of her underwear before she could notice what was going on. With a swift motion, he pulled the underwear off, discreetly putting it to his pocket. "Done," he whispered, enjoying the delightful expression of shock on her face. He waited for a few seconds, then he placed his hand on her upper thigh, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her womanhood without actually touching, watching her face to shift colors from faint pink to deep red. "Is this better?"

"Harry, what are you doing," she whispered, but her attempt to sound harsh ruined by the small, melodic moan that left her lips as Harry moved his fingers a little, placing a feather-light touch on her folds.

"What," he said with an overly innocent smile. "I did just as you wanted."

"I meant to keep your hands away from... there..." she whispered.

"Oh, you meant your thigh," he whispered back. His fingers slipped from his thigh and landed on her wet pussy, her eyes widening in surprise in response to his daring move. However, his thinking was disrupted by a deep gasp, this time coming across the table. Cho was looking at them, a mortified expression on her face as she gazed at them, her mouth open in disbelief. It didn't take a genius to realize that she noticed what was going under the table, at least the gist of it.

His old self from a few months ago would probably panic in such case, or, as he amended a second later, he would be sitting in a corner far away from any female in an effort to offend no one. He decided to approach the problem from a different way. He let his gaze to met with Cho, letting his smile widen a little after he managed to catch her gaze. For a moment, Cho's expression was indignant, clearly expecting Harry to blush and stammer. Finding only a self-assured satisfaction in his eyes, she slowly started to blush as she suddenly lost the control of the situation. She looked like a deer in headlights, not knowing how to react.

Suddenly feeling a lot more daring, he kept his eyes on Cho as his fingers slowly caressed the surface of Lavender's slit, making her squirm in her seat as pleasure slowly started to rear its head. He could feel Lavender's increased heartbeat on his skin. Then, plastering a small, neutral smile on his face, he turned his attention back to the table, aiming for some small-talk.

But he quickly noticed that his attempts to small talk were doomed from the start. The other males on the table were all looking at Fleur with their best impression of goldfish, Roger even drooling a little. Hermione was missing, probably bored from her date's non-existent conversational abilities. Fleur was looking at him angrily from time to time, but otherwise sitting still, her attention mostly on her food.

That left Cho, the redness of her face indicating she was aware just what was going on under the table. Harry flared a little smile towards her, letting his fingers slip inside Lavender for the first time, her hotness enveloping his skin. Lavender gasped loudly, not expecting the sudden penetration.

"Are you okay, Lavender?" he said, fake concern in his voice.

"Yeah," she managed to stammer. "It is just too good!" She stopped for a second, noticing Cho was looking at her with a shocked expression. "The food," she added, in her mind, addled with pleasure, she was unable to realize just how unconvincing she was being.

"Good to hear you enjoy... your food..." Harry said, letting his fingers quicken a little in their repetitive movements. Less than a minute later, the outside world disappeared for Lavender as she stood still, her eyes closed, trying to contain pleasure invading her whole being.

Realizing Lavender lost all comprehension of the outside world, Harry decided to follow up with a move even more daring. He pushed his leg forwards a little, slowly rubbing to Cho's calf. He saw her jerk in surprise. Then she turned towards her partner, hoping to spur him into an action. "Cedric," she said, only to get no response. She reached towards his shoulder, shaking him a little while repeating his name, only to receive a dismissive grunt.

Harry enjoyed watching as the anger getting clear on her face, shocked by the fact that her partner wasn't even deigning to look at her for a second. Harry let his leg rub on her leg once more, expecting her response to be much different this time...

Cho was seriously contemplating to murder his date. Here she was, asking for help, only to rebuffed because her date was busy ogling a French Slut. Even digging her fingers to his side failed to elicit little more than a dismissive grunt. Then she felt something touching her leg once again. She turned towards him, desiring to unleash her anger on him, but when their gazes met, she felt herself being captivated in his confident gaze, her anger suddenly shadowed by another emotion.

Her lips curled into a smile as a way to take revenge appeared in her mind. She let her foot free from the stiletto she had chosen in order to spark some action in her date, her lips curling into a sultry smile almost unconsciously, as she let her foot met with his leg, slowly climbing towards his muscular thighs. But she was unprepared to the sudden flare of excitement in her chest, eclipsing even the most heated snogging session she had with Cedric. She didn't know the reason for it. Maybe because it was Harry, or maybe because she was doing something that would spell disaster if they get caught. But as her feet climbed upward, her sole unexpectedly met with Harry's hard, throbbing manhood, and the questions in her mind lost their importance.

She could feel her ears reddening like a steam engine, as the things escalated to an unexpected level. Even with the Cedric, they limited themselves to some heavy petting while keeping the clothes on. For a moment she considered pulling her leg back, thinking that the things escalating to an uncontrollable point, but a look at her boyfriend, still looking at Fleur like a lost puppy, was enough to convince her to continue. Her foot started to glide up and down, feeling the shape of Harry's shaft under her sensitive soles. The way his cock was twitching causing unexpected small tremblings of pleasure, slowly building into a crescendo...

Harry was feeling like king of the world. Lavender was trembling and shuffling under his touch, her pleasure filled moans getting harder and harder to suppress. Meanwhile, Cho's face filled with a single-minded determination as her second foot joined the first, sandwiching his cock between, slowly rubbing. Then he felt a tugging in his mind, another lurch from Fleur's allure, this time much stronger. He felt a sudden anger flaring inside, touched by the blatant mental manipulation Fleur was trying to push. But outside, he just smiled serenely at her for a second before dismissing her completely, knowing that being dismissed would hurt her ego much more than anything else he might do.

Though, he surmised, as his fingers disappeared into Lavender completely, again and again, he needed to thank her. Without her distracting other occupants of the table, he would never be able to act as freely as he was doing, not to mention the unexpected bonus from Cho. He let out a smug smile as his thumb found Lavender's knub, slowly circling it to push Lavender over the edge before the dinner was finished, her blissful expression indicating it was pretty close.

A minute later, Lavender suddenly shuddered, a deep moan escaping from her lips. Harry locked his eyes with her eyes, smiling, as his fingers still dancing inside her warm folds as she rode the shudders from her orgasm. He let his hand fell back towards her toned thighs, giving her a moment to rest as he listened to her silent gasps and moans, Cho's feet still around his shaft, rubbing gently.

The ball was shaping much better than he imagined…

Chapter 2: Fortune favors the bold

The dinner was going on normally, at least as normal as it could be under the circumstances. Lavender was still trying to catch her breath, her face red, Cho's foot was still slowly rubbing Harry's manhood, and Fleur was glaring towards three of them in anger. Meanwhile, the other males on the table were drooling at the sight of the French champion, enchanted by her aura.

"Shall we return to dance," Harry asked to his date after finishing his dessert.

"Sure," Lavender said with a shaky smile, her cheeks still red.

Harry stood up -after re-zipping his pants-, winking at Cho while his back was turned to Lavender, then he led his date towards the dance floor, and they started to dance, their chests pressing together. Harry leaned in and whispered, "Are you enjoying then night?" Seeing her nod, her eyes sparkling, he leaned in further and kissed her on the neck.

They had danced a few more songs before Lavender spoke. "Harry, I feel thirsty, would you mind bringing me a butterbeer? I will be with Parvati," she said, pointing at the corner where Patil twins were having a talk, a heated one if Padma's hand gestures are any indicators.

"Sure," Harry, answered, glancing at the twins. "Do you want me to delay a few minutes, it looks like they are on a subject I won't be welcome to," he said, referring to the angry state Padma was sustaining.

"Ah, yes," Lavender said with a grateful smile. "I would appreciate a few minutes of alone time. They are probably having a fight because Parvati was the one to arrange Ron as a date, presumably pitying that he was alone."

"I'm sure it worked well," Harry said sarcastically, well aware of Ron's habit of insulting anyone near him when he was angry or jealous. And considering two of his former friends were at the heart at the event, when he was sitting outside, dressed in an abominable robe, he had plenty to be envious off. "Anyway, off I go," he said and left his partner after placing a lingering kiss on the corner of her mouth.

He walked towards the drinks booth, observing the periphery. It was easy to notice the source of Padma's anger, Hermione was having yet another fight with Ron. He passed them, making sure he did a large circle, as he had no intention ruining his night by having an argument with the ginger headed idiot.

Though, when he arrived the table holding the drinks, he noticed yet another fight, this one carrying potential to be much more interesting.

Cho and Cedric were standing in a secluded corner, and from Cedric's defensive stance and Cho's aggressive gestures. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the fight stemmed from the fact that Cedric was unable to pay attention to his date, enchanted by Fleur's allure.

Getting closer, he started to hear bits and pieces of the conversation, enough to validate his assumptions about their fight. Though, Harry had to hold back himself from snorting out loud when he listened to the way Cedric defended himself. Instead of just blaming Fleur's allure, therefore absolving himself from most of the guilt, he had chosen the path of denial, stupidly claiming that it was all in her head. He even implied that she was a boring date, which Harry can assure that it was a falsehood.

He was about to leave them to their fight when he noted that they were standing around a around a large cocktail table, and Cho's back was on the wall, hidden from the view of the most of the hall thanks to a column the was leaning to. Seeing Cho was blocked out of sight, almost completely even for his date, a naughty idea appeared on his mind. He removed his wand and sent a low powered confundus at Cedric, knowing it would be enough for his allure addled brain. Deducing that the spell took hold from the slightly empty expression on Cedric's face, he started to walk towards the couple, intending to return the courtesy Cho afforded him. "Hello Diggory," he said when he was close enough, announcing his arrival, then turned towards his date and said "And good evening to you, Miss Chang."

Cedric turned towards him, a frustrated expression on his face. His upbringing, however, stopped him from being directly rude, "Good evening Potter, how is your evening going?"

"Full of surprises," Harry answered with a full-blown smile on his face, sparing a glance towards Cho, making her cheeks redden a little. He took a position next to Cho, turning towards Cedric, and asked, "How is the preparation for the second task is going?"

Until a few minutes ago, Cho Chang was an angry witch. Not only his date dared to ignore her in one of the most important events of her life, but he also attempted to blame her for it. She might have been a little lenient, accounting for the allure, but if a boy three years junior to him could stand unaffected, so should be her date. She was conveniently omitting the fact that said boy was known for extraordinary feats of magic ever since he was a baby, along with the fact that she wasn't exactly paying attention to him either, especially towards the latter part of the night.

Then she noticed something that caused panic, mixed with excitement, to jolt in her body, Harry was walking towards them. She opened her mouth to say it was a private talk, but the words stopped in her throat when her eyes met with his emerald eyes. So she just stood there, listening to Harry insulting Cedric, dressed as polite comments about the tournament, even as he stood left of her, close enough for their shoulders to touch.

Listening to Harry sniping his date, for a moment, she felt disappointed, due to the fact that Harry was more interested in insulting Cedric than her. Then she suddenly felt a hand at the small of her back. With a whipping motion, she turned towards Cedric, fearing his response, but she noticed that the bulky cocktail table was enough to block Cedric's view down Harry's elbow height.

The hand stayed in place for a few moments. She knew that she needed to push it away, but hesitation was too strong to overcome. Her hand continued to stand still even his hands started to crawl down, reaching to her small, but shapely ass. Fear and excitement spread across her body. She could understand the fear, but the excitement was a surprise, like something deep inside of her mind has been unlocked in the process.

She released a gasp, that went unnoticed by Cedric, when Harry started to caress her cheeks with spider light touches. But other than that, she managed to stand without squirming. But her resolve began to get challenged when Harry's touching started to lose their lightness. As he commenced to maul her butt cheeks, she found incredibly harder to resist moans as they force her throat, her core started to moisten.

"Look, Cho, Harry thinks I behaved quite appropriately during dinner," Cedric suddenly said, blindsiding her with an out of the blue statement.

"What?" Cho mumbled, not expecting the conversation to suddenly change direction. She felt Harry's hand leaving her backside, and she had to suppress a sudden wave of disappointment rising inside of her. But then she felt back of her lifting slowly, but surely, letting Harry slip his hand under her dress.

"In my opinion," Harry said with a smug smile on his face, even his hands trailed Cho's hot thigh upwards, "He acted the best of his abilities tonight. He definitively impressed me with his attention level." His smile got larger even as his hand finally arrived at her panties, "Why, Cho, aren't you happy with the attention you are getting."

She managed to stammer an affirmative answer, her ability to stand still being seriously challenged by Harry's fingers, slowly rubbing her womanhood over her panties. She noted that Cedric was drawn into another discussion by Harry, this time about Quidditch, locking Cedric's full attention into the discussion.

She was glad to see that his attention was elsewhere, because her thin underwear, chosen for the possibility that the night might escalate into something fun. "Though to be honest," she murmured, distracted by the fingers dancing underneath her, "It did escalate into something fun."

"Did you day something," Cedric said to her without even fully turning.

"Nothing," Cho replied, rolling her eyes. She knew Hufflepuff's were famous for being a little clueless, but not noticing what was going on was plain ridiculous. The thoughts about her boyfriend's inattentiveness left her mind, however, when a tug felt on her underwear. She felt her panties slowly slip down her legs, leaving her snatch bare. Harry start fingering her again, this time without even the slight protection afforded by the thin fabric of her underwear.

She bit her lips, trying to hold herself back, getting more and more aroused each second. Suddenly, she decided to return the favor, as her hands reached Harry zipper, releasing Harry's shaft in one swift movement. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft and started to move up and down, smiling when she heard his breath getting a bit faster.

Encouraged by her daring, Harry's two fingers slipped inside her womanhood, driving Cho towards the edge. She could feel his digits inside of her, slowly rubbing her red hot core. She started to slowly rock her hips forward and backward, enhancing the effect of Harry's fingers. Small moans began to escape through her bitten lips as Harry's fingers send waves of pleasure across her core.

Suddenly her back arched a little as a sudden orgasm rocked her body. She felt her legs losing strength, her knees buckling a little. She tried to hold onto the table, but she could feel that it wasn't enough. Just as she was about to ready herself to the fact that she was about to fall, she felt Harry's arm around her waist, reinforcing her stance.

"Are you okay?" Cedric asked, momentarily distracted from his Quidditch discussion.

"Yes," she managed to stammer. "I'm feeling very-WELL!" she said, the last word getting out more like yell after Harry's left a small pinch on her hip.

"If you say so," Cedric said, only glancing at Cho's face before getting distracted by another Quidditch question.

Cho let out a sound that was half sigh, half moan, glad that they managed to deflect Cedric's attention. She grabbed her glass and started sipping, trying to hide her red face and her panting, Harry's hand slowly rubbing her stomach.

"On second thought," Cho said after she managed to gather herself a bit, "I'm not feeling so well. Maybe I should return to my room." She decided to finish the night here, while what was going on was fun, she felt a bit overwhelmed about what just happened and needed to rest.

"Sure," Cedric said, "Let me escort you to your room."

"No need," Cho replied, with an edge in her voice. The last thing she needed was Cedric ruining her mood after the astonishing moment. "I'm sure Marietta wouldn't mind escorting me," she said, pointing at her friend, and she started walking without waiting for a response.

Harry watched Cho walking away with a smile on his face, his eyes locked at her posterior, which definitely lacking any pantie line, swaying enticingly at her every step, though he was a bit annoyed that he had to stop getting serviced without a release. Before leaving, he knelt down and picked the previously dislodged underwear, laying on the ground, forgotten in a hurry. He reached and picked it up, placing it in his pocket, right next to Lavender's, then went towards the bar to pick some drinks.

With a slightly smug smile on his face, he walked towards the place where Lavender was talking with her friends, swinging by the bar to pick up a small tray of butterbeer. "Hello ladies, how are you in this beautiful evening," he said with a smile when he arrived, only to observe Patil twins falling into a fit of giggles, and Lavender blushing.

"Hello Harry," Lavender managed to say, then turned towards Patil twins, gesturing them to stop snickering.

It wasn't hard to deduce that Patil twins knew a bit more than they should about the things happened earlier in the night, he asked, "Should I assume they know a bit more than they should do?"

"Maybe," Lavender answered hesitantly, looking at Harry's face, expecting to see anger.

"Okay," Harry just said, shrugging, much to Lavender's relief. He didn't particularly care whether Patil twins or others knew of his exploits. And Patil twins knowing what they were up to definitely made it easier to act. Brazenly, he cupped her ass even as he started to ask Padma about her night.

"Harry," Lavender exclaimed, joining Patil twins' giggling fit, but she didn't push his hand away. "So, Padma, how is your night?"

"Not exactly stellar," Parvati answered, a sour expression appearing on her face. "I could definitely pick a better date."

Harry winced a little. "I definitely understand, I saw the abomination he wore instead of a robe, not to mention his less than exemplary manners."

"Yeah," Parvati interjected. "And it didn't exactly help when he spent most of the night glaring at you or Hermione. Jealous git."

Harry shrugged, not caring much either way. After a couple minutes of pleasant discussion, Harry asked Lavender, "Wanna get some fresh air?" Seeing her nod, he presented his arm, and they started walking towards the garden. "See you later girls," Harry said, winking.

"So, what is the plan," Lavender said after they walked in the gardens a few minutes, getting away from the crowded parts.

"Hmm, how about we sit for a while," Harry said, leading her towards secluded place he discovered a few weeks ago, away from the prying eyes.

He sat on the bench, tapping to the seat, inviting her to sit, then pulling her on his lap when she made the attempt. "The bench is a bit cold, and I didn't want you to get cold" he brazenly lied.

"Yeah, right," Lavender snorted. Since the garden had warming charms all over it for tonight, it was impossible for any of them to get cold, but she made no attempt of pulling from her seat on his lap. Instead, she leaned back, sighing comfortably when Harry's hands met around her waist.

They just stood like that for a few seconds, comfortable with their stance. Then Harry started to caress her smooth belly over the robe, making her purr. In every few circle, his hands slipped a little up, so after a while, his fingers started to caress bottom of her well-developed breasts.

Then his hands stilled while grabbing the underside of her well-developed breast, waiting a few seconds for her response. Taking her squirming on his lap as an accurate signal, he cupped her breasts, his fingers sinking to her soft globes despite her robe and bra on the way. "Oh Harry," she moaned as she turned her head and placed a searing kiss on Harry's lips.

Harry let his instincts to dictate movements of his tongue, exploring her mouth, something the was enjoying if her moans were any indicator. Her hips were not standing straight on his lap, making his manhood stand to full attention, her back rubbing at Harry's chest. Deciding to carry it a little forward, Harry started to fiddle with her robe, popping up top few buttons, revealing the top of her bra clad breasts along with her pearly shoulders. He stopped devouring her lips for a moment and started to kiss and nibble her neck and shoulders, even as his hands unlocked more of her buttons, leaving her stomach and chest bare.

Then he suddenly felt Lavender moving away his lap, and for a moment he feared he pushed her too soon, too far. But his fears proved empty when she turned towards him. The view in front of him was heavenly. Her fair face alight with arousal, her ruby lips slightly apart, her blue eyes sparkling. Her robe stayed carelessly open, providing a nice frontal view where her magnificent breasts were barely being held by a lacy, light blue bra while her smooth stomach crowned with a cute belly button was there for all to see. He could almost see his womanhood, bereft of the protection of her underwear as she moved, causing her robe to ruffle.

Not even letting him utter a word, Lavender stepped forward, straddling his lap. She leaned forward and caught Harry's lips again, this time, her tongue was the aggressor. As Harry enjoyed her burning kiss, her hips started to rock forward and backward, rubbing her crotch against Harry's. "Wow," was the only word Harry could utter when Lavender pulled back a little to take a breath. Harry glanced down and saw Lavender's snatch for the first time thanks to loosened robe. It was bare except a thin, straight patch, making Harry aroused even more.

"Do you like it," Lavender asked after pulling back for a breather, only to get another searing kiss in response. Lavender moaned in Harry's mouth in pleasure, her grinding starting to drain Harry's patience. Feeling his patience nearing its end, her hips rose a little, allowing her to fiddle with his buckle and pants, letting his manhood free. "That feels promising," she whispered even as her fingers wrapped around it, slowly rubbing it up and down. Her body pressed closer, and Harry started to feel her womanhood on his shaft, separated only by parts of her robe.

In response, Harry reached to her back, snapping her bra open, letting her treasures breathe magically warmed crisp February air. He stopped kissing in favor of nibbling her collarbones, creating a small trail of kisses towards the top of her breasts. Harry's hands started to maul her ass as her globes get kissed, licked and bitten.

"Harry, you are the best," Lavender whispered to his ear, trying to regain her breath. Feeling playful, she bit his ear quite hard.

"You rascal," Harry growled, feeling pushed into action. He grabbed both sides of her robe, and gave a strong pull, making her buttons fly across the opening, leaving her front bereft of any protection.

"Harry," she shouted, trying to sound angry, but the effect was ruined when she continued to rub her bare pussy across his shaft, coating it with her wetness. "I liked that robe."

Harry didn't deign it with a response, more than ready to carry their night into the next level. He grabbed Lavender's hips again, forcing them to raise a little, aligning her opening with his erection. He pressed his head into her entrance and returned kissing her, giving her one last chance to pull back. Seeing no attempt in that direction, Harry decided it was time, as he slowly lowered her onto his manhood. Her hands clenched across his shoulders, nails almost breaking the skin as her warm walls clenched around his shaft.

Harry waited for a while, inside her, waiting for her to get used to it. For almost a minute, they just stood like this, kissing, then she slowly started to move up and down, without uttering a word, letting out a moan from time to time. Harry gritted his teeth as his manhood massaged by a hot, wet and incredibly tight feeling. "You are a goddess," Harry whispered to her ear, feeling her movements quicken in response.

They continued in the same position until she clenched around his manhood, reaching her peak. Her movements ceased as she hugged him, trembling. She placed a long, sensual kiss on Harry's lips after recovering a little, whispering "It was unbelievable."

"Was?" Harry asked with his eyes alight with emerald fire. "Lavender, dear, we are just starting," he said, making Lavender's mouth open in shock. Not one to lose an opportunity, Harry pounced to her lips, his tongue plunging through the slight opening, almost forcefully. Her tongue twirled in return, her hips started rocking again unconsciously.

"It is the time I take the lead," Harry said, grabbing the remains of her robe, removing them with a swift movement and leaving her in her birthday suit, except a pair or shoes. He grabbed her waist, pushing her into another position. Lavender found herself bent from the waist, her legs straight, her hands taking support from the bench. Her long legs were shining in the pale moonlight, creating an enticing view. Not willing to wait anymore, Harry plunged down his shaft into her core from behind. "Oh my god," Lavender exclaimed as Harry moved inside her, her eyes closed in pleasure, her delicious breasts moving like a particularly impressive set of pendulum.

Distracted by more immediate concerns, it didn't occur to Harry that Lavender's enthusiastic moans might gather someone's attention, trusting the fact that they were in an isolated part of the gardens. But, he glanced towards the hedges, when he heard something resembling a gasp, only to see one of his teammates, Katie, peeking through an opening in the bushes, only a part of her face visible.

In an intellectual level, Harry acknowledged that he should be cringing in shame, but in his hormone filled state, shame found it impossible to penetrate his reinforced skin. Then he noticed Katie hadn't realized she had been caught in her little voyeur attempt, her eyes locked on Lavender and lower part of Harry's body, so Harry decided to just carry on, feeling that a female voyeur was making the moment even hotter.

He raised his hand and sharply brought it down, leaving a red patch on Lavender's ass. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but instead a shout of "Harder," left her mouth, surprising both Harry, and herself. Not one to deny such kind demands, Harry brought his hand down again, marring her creamy skin with another red patch, feeling her getting even wetter and tighter. Another glance towards the hedges showed that Katie was still in place, peeking, though Harry was not sure whether it was due to shock or perversion.

Decided to give her a better show, Harry changed position again, sitting on the bench then pulling Lavender on his lap, her back pressing against his chest. That way, her full glory, from her dangling breasts to gashing womanhood, even Harry's cock as it went in and out was visible from Katie's viewpoint.

Too deep into the pleasure to notice their little voyeur, Lavender was was focused on just one thing, rocking her hips quickly as possible. Harry reached to her tits, twisting and squeezing her rock hard nipples.

Lavender was gasping in pleasure, Harry's cock filling her up completely, her orgasm getting closer at every jump she performed on his partner. Wanting to help her along, Harry brought one of her hands towards her clit and started rubbing, her warm fluids coating his finger. It didn't take long for her to reach the climax for the third time, leaving her trembling on his lap.

Harry waited for a few seconds, then he carefully dislodged her from her perching point. "I think it is only fair that you return the favor," Harry said, looking at his still erect manhood.

Her eyes shone with anticipation, "With pleasure," she whispered and leaned towards Harry's shaft, her red lips started slowly to devour his cock, still glistening with her own juices.

Harry moaned in appreciation as Lavender plunged Harry's enormous shaft into her mouth, her tongue tickling underneath it. As she moved up and down, her tits jiggled, creating a breathtaking top view. A while later, she leaned back a little, letting Harry's cock slip out of her mouth. Harry growled impatiently, impatient to reach his long-awaited release.

"Calm down Harry," she whispered with a tone sweet enough to drive Harry crazy, "There is no need to hurry, right?" But seeing impatience clear on his face, she decided not to push him too far and returned the job in front of her. She used her tongue and licked around the head of his cock, sending shivers across his body.

"Oh yeah, just like that," Harry whispered even as she leaned in again and caught his head with her mouth, coating the tip with her saliva. This time, instead of plunging down halfway, her mouth stayed on top, switching back and forth between licking and sucking. Feeling impatient, Harry rolled her blond, luscious hair around his hand, and started to exert some pressure, desiring her to go deeper.

Lavender didn't provide any resistance to his push and let Harry's cock into his mouth, letting it travel until it hit the entrance of her throat. For a moment, Harry thought about pushing it even further, but decided otherwise, wanting to see what Lavender could achieve when left to her own devices. She definitely didn't disappoint as she started bubbling up and down, letting out slurping noises. "Yes, just like that," Harry whispered even as he reached down, placing his hands on her perky tits. He began to gently squeeze them even as her lips moved up and down, driving him crazy.

Already close to his limit, it didn't take for him to finally climax, filling Lavender's mouth with his creamy liquid. His legs feeling less than stable, Harry gazed at the erotic sight in front of him, where Lavender tried to gather all of his cum in her mouth, but some of it managed to escape, drooling from her chin, directly to her bountiful chest, a satisfied expression on her face.

With a smile on his face, Harry raised his head to see whether Katie was still there. Seeing she was still watching them, he looked directly into Katie's eyes, smiling, pushing her even further by raising his hand and sending a small wave towards her. She bolted away in panic, almost instantly, leaving Lavender -who was blissfully unaware of their voyeur- and Harry behind.

His legs still feeling a little wobbly, Harry sat down, pulling Lavender on his lap, letting her snuggle to him, satisfied, while he slowly caressed her lower back, waiting her to recover.

It took her a few minutes to comprehend that she was still outside, naked as the day she born, except her shoes. With a wave of her wand, she transfigured a small mirror and checked her disheveled hair, and messed up make-up. Another glance showed her that her robe wasn't in the best condition ever. So she turned towards Harry, a satisfied smile still on her face. "Harry, would you mind to escort me to common room," she said even as she tongue darted out, licking some of the white stuff slowly oozing down her lips, "I think I had enough excitement for tonight."

Chapter 2 – Playing with badgers

Walking back to the common room while dressed in ruffled robes would be no easy chore, so Harry decided to leverage the secret passages swarming Hogwarts like a honeycomb. Their route wasn't supposed to take long, if only an unexpected stop midday didn't happen. They were walking at a leisure pace, still a bit tired from their earlier exertion when Lavender had decided to take advantage of the deserted passage to tease Harry a bit.

Harry was walking behind Lavender, his eyes occasionally getting stuck on Lavender's hips, which was swaying a bit more than strictly necessary, creating a mesmerizing view. Additionally, with most of its buttons torn off, her robe was revealing flashes from her tantalizing flesh in every sharp movement.

His mind was in the gutter, but his flesh was already recovered from their earlier activities, so when she suddenly turned towards him in an exaggerated pained shriek and hugged him, he felt his manhood starting to rise thanks to the bountiful assets, separated only by a thin cloth. "What is going on?" he asked, though it wasn't hard to see what her aim was.

"There was a rat," she whispered in a muffled voice. Before even waiting for a response, she started to move a little, rubbing her body all on him, her desire clear.

"Really," Harry said in a calm tone.

"Yes," she gasped into Harry's ear even as her hands started to move across his body, her breath getting hitched, all pretense of fear disappeared from her tone.

"You are playing a dangerous game, sweetie," Harry whispered as he got closer to her face so that there was no distance between their lips. For a second, he watched as her lips parted. He pulled back just a little when she leaned in for a kiss, however. Disregarding her confusion for a second, his hand slowly risen, grabbing her hair. "Let me show you what happens when you play with fire," he whispered, even as his hold tightened enough to hurt just a little bit, something she enjoyed despite the shock if the sudden expression of arousal was any indicator.

Harry didn't spend any time more before diving into her lips, enjoying the way she was moaning into his mouth. One of his hands found her bottom, slapping roughly. Her mouth opened in reflex, trying to say something, but Harry's tongue slipped inside, preventing her from uttering and intelligible word. His other hand was already inside her half-torn robe, his fingers disappearing into her soft peaks. Before realizing what was going on, her back was already on the wall, feeling his full erection on her stomach, layers of cloth proving to be inadequate insular.

"Harry, not here," she managed to say, leveraging a momentary break for breathing, but the way she punctuated the sentence with a small bite on his neck showed just how sincere she was with her previous assertion.

"Really," Harry said with a neutral tone, his hands falling to his side. "Maybe I should stop." Hearing this sentence, a flash of disappointment passed across Lavender's face. Then, a dangerous glimmer shone in his eyes as he continued speaking, "Or maybe, just maybe, I should punish you for daring to tease me."

Before she could mount a response other than the blossoming of an excited smile, Harry grabbed her and made her turn so that she was up against the wall, her nipples hardening thanks to a combination of arousal and the cold walls. Two quick movements later, Harry was stripped off his pants while she was in her birthday suit for the second time tonight, except a pair of shoes.

She felt his manhood between her thighs, slowly rubbing her opening from below, accompanied by a few spanks to her plump ass. Her ass instinctively rose a little, providing perfect entrance into her wet womanhood. Not one to turn down such a gracious invitation, Harry's hips moved forward, fully lodging inside her, causing her to release an erotic gasp.

They stood in the position for a few minutes, Lavender's cries of pleasure echoing in the secret passage as Harry plowed her. Suddenly Harry's movements slowed as he leaned to her ear, whispering "I think it is time to start the punishment for your earlier cheek."

"What?" she mumbled, her mind muddled with pleasure. She got her answer in the form of a finger, probing her second hole. "Harry, not here!" she exclaimed.

"Not here what?" Harry said as he pushed his finger deeper.

"My… ass…" she answered, suddenly feeling shy. "Leave it alone."

"Well," Harry whispered to ear in a throaty voice even as he started to employ his second finger. "If you wanted it, it wouldn't be punishment, right?"

"But…" she began to speak again, but her speech cut by a sudden moan as his finger moved deeper inside. She bit her lips, surprised by her own response but trying to control her voice, but every slip of his finger was making her arousal more intense, especially after the second and third fingers joined in. At that point, she stopped caring, leaving herself into waves of pleasure.

Then she felt Harry's spear leaving her cleft, at the same time the fingers teasing her backside pulled back. She was about to moan in disappointment when she felt a pressure in her rear again, this one feeling much thicker than fingers. She held her breath in preparation, correctly guessing what was on the menu.

After casting a quick lubrication charm, Harry started to push his shaft into her back door, and head of his member disappearing. "Oh my god, this feels even tighter," Harry groaned in appreciation. "It feels amazing," he moaned, spanking her to emphasize.

Lavender said nothing but chose to push herself on towards Harry, forcing yet another inch inside her, grunting as it slipped inside. It was hurting a bit, but it was a good kind of ache, mixed with pleasure.

When almost half of his manhood disappeared, Harry suddenly stopped pushing and just stood there, halfway down, being squeezed by her tight grip even. Waiting until hearing an impatient grunt from Lavender, he reached to his womanhood and started to tease her wet folds with his fingers, her breathing getting quicker as his fingers delved into her wetness, sending shivers across her body."Oh, this feels amazing," a shout escaped her mouth when Harry started to move again. "I want more," she suddenly screamed. "Put all of it inside me."

"As you wish," Harry said before returning to his earlier pace, causing Lavender to moan with every additional inch slipping inside of her. When his full length was inside, he stopped for a few seconds, letting her get accommodated. Then, feeling impatient enough, Harry pulled his cock a bit, then slammed back again, this time much faster. Taking her stone shattering moans as a positive sign, he started to pump her, this time, his full length going in and out, slowly at first, but getting faster as she loosened a bit. Meanwhile, his fingers were still on her womanhood, teasing her nub.

"Oh Harry, go faster please, I'm so close," she cried out, playing with her own tits, using one free hand while other was busy providing support. Aroused by the extended play, it didn't take long for Harry to finally release all of his load inside her, triggering another orgasm.

They stood like that almost for a while, enjoying the prolonged contact after the event, Lavender still shaking with orgasm, Harry's arms around her waist to support her, her weakened knees proving inadequate. It took a few minutes for Lavender to gather herself, and then she moved, freeing Harry's spear from her second hole.

"This was astonishing," she said with a contented smile on her face as she picked her robe, providing one last view of her plump ass for the evening. She inspected her clothes, and seeing it wasn't completely ruined, she wore it and started to walk, this time with a noticeable limp.

They manage to arrive at the entrance without being seen by anyone. And thankfully, Ron and Hermione was having a huge fight in the common room, allowing Harry and Lavender to walk unnoticed. Harry watched her as she walked across the common room, thankful to low light hiding just how ruffled up her clothes and makeup was. Her hips bouncing erotically side from side, her limp making it even more erotic in Harry's eyes, causing his mind to shift his earlier memories. The tight squeezing feeling, her gasping breath, even her hastened heartbeat, easily felt under her magnificent breasts…

"Damn, I'm horny again," he whispered to himself, just several minutes after separating with Lavender. He went upstairs for a quick shower while Dobby cleaned up his clothes, spending the shower thinking about the earlier events didn't exactly help his condition.

For a moment, he considered calling Lavender again, but he had a feeling that the answer wouldn't be what he desired since she must be quite sore. He considered just going to bed and resting, but he was too upbeat actually to fall asleep. In the end, he decided to go back to the party, thinking it would be a good opportunity to mess with people.

As he walked towards the great hall, he saw the Weasley twins, accompanied by the two of the Gryffindor chasers, Angelina, and Alicia. It was easy to see that both girls were in the mood, in close proximity with the Weasley twins were any indicator. Harry frowned a little, remembering many pranks twins heaped on him, trying to get revenge for being upstaged. He cruelly smiled as a way to get revenge appeared on his mind. He took a position behind them, careful not to be seen, and silently cast a hex on both males, making them impotent for a few weeks, a spell he discovered during his tournament practice, in one of the books Dobby snatched from the library. I wasn't a hard hex to remove if you knew what to look, but he doubted that the twins would go to the hospital wing with that problem.

Smiling, happy with revenge well done, he arrived at the great hall, looking around to see who was around. Unfortunately, it was almost entirely deserted, many probably were back into their rooms, or chasing their own private entertainment like Harry did. He removed the map from his pocket, but unfortunately, both Cho and the Patil twins their beds, probably resting after the long night. Failing to see a familiar name around, he pocketed the map again and started walking towards the kitchen, hoping for a midnight snack before sleeping.

On his way to the kitchen, he heard voices, coming from inside a classroom. Wondering what was going on, he parted the door and looked inside, to see what was going on. "Sweet," he whispered when he saw Hannah Abbot, sitting together with two other boys from Hufflepuff, Smith and Macmillan, most unpleasant Hufflepuffs Harry had the displeasure of meeting. Hannah was shaping to be a breathtaking beauty, with her cute face, big brown eyes, and curves to die for. She had one of the most spectacular pairs of breasts in their generation, her only competitors were Susan and Lavender.

Trio was sitting on the ground, playing a card game, and a bottle of fire whiskey resting between them. From the boys' attitudes, it wasn't hard to deduce their plan, starting with getting her drunk. Harry had other plans. Without any knocking he pushed the door, he pushed the door and entered the room.

All three of them turned towards the door in a panic, thinking they got busted, only to see Harry on the doors. "What are you doing here Potter," Smith asked in a tone visibly angry.

"Hi guys," Harry said, making sure putting a little lisp in his words, acting like he was tipsy. "What are you doing here, playing a game? Can I join?" From the expression on their faces, it wasn't hard to decide the boys are thinking about denying, so he removed his money pouch, making sure a few sickles falling on the ground, acting like he was too drunk to notice their loss.

Macmillan reached to Smith's ear, whispering a few words, then turned to him and said, "Sure Harry, do you know how to play poker?"

"A bit, I hope it is not a problem?"

"No, it is not," Smith was quick to placate him, hoping to get some money from the drunk boy.

"Then let's play!" Harry exclaimed, sitting across Hannah, between the boys. Inwardly he was smirking. While he hated to carry tea for the Poker buddies of Petunia, as a side benefit, he was quite a good player.

So they started to play. It didn't take long for Harry fade into the background, thanks to the aggressive style of both boys, though from their glaring, Harry would guess there was a side bet going on, possibly the right to woo a drunk Hannah.

Their full attention on the game, they were quick to dismiss Harry, since he was often folding, and losing much more than he was earning. However, the boys didn't notice Harry was steadily filling their glasses with more fire whiskey, so a while later, both was quite drunk.

Harry's plan gave result in about a half hour later, when Macmillan, trying to reach for the cards on the ground, lost his balance and fell to the ground. He tried to stand up but fell again. Harry grabbed him and pushed up, supporting him to make sure he didn't fall again.

"Hehe, lightweight," Smith snorted, not noticing he is not too far away from other boys' condition.

"Should we bring him to the tower?" Hannah asked, clearly worried.

A panicked expression appeared on Smith's face, realizing that if Hannah comes to the tower, there was a chance that other girls will hold her back, destroying his plans. "I will just bring him to the tower, I will be back in two minutes," he said in a hurry and left the room, a drunk Ernie in tow, completely missing the fact that he was leaving Harry alone with Hannah.

"Let me make sure that the door is closed," Harry said, walking towards the door. He locked the door, enhancing with an aversion ward to ensure Zacharias won't be able to find the room on his return.

"Anyway, would you like to continue," Harry said with a smile as he shuffled the cards.

"Why not," Hannah answered. "At least it will help us pass the time."

First several hands, Harry made sure to lose more than he earned, forcing poorly positioned bluffs, or folding at her obvious ones. He observed Hannah, top of her robe loosened a little to mitigate the heat from the fire whiskey, her sandy hair ruffled a little, her eyes shining with excitement.

Then Harry had the perfect hand to go for, holding a full house. He watched with a smile as Hannah pushed one galleon, he called and raised by five sickles, a bet Hannah chose to call, making the pot highest one yet. Harry revealed a full house, decimating Hannah's three of a kind hand.

Seeing that, Hannah's face slipped a little, but winning following hand, even though its pot was much lower than the previous hand, a full blown happy expression returned to her face. "You need to be more careful Harry," she bragged happily, "or you will lose too soon."

Harry only smiled at her weak quip, shuffling the cards for the new hand. They played several more hands, some going to Harry, but most going to Hannah, so that the pile in front of Harry contained only a few sickles, not that he cared much about the loss of a few galleons.

"Oh it looks like I'm almost out of money," Harry said dejectedly. Then he smiled, acting like he had a new idea. "How about we increase stakes a bit," Harry asked, a rakish smile on his face.

"What's on your mind?" Hannah asked, looking a bit intrigued.

"I was thinking about making the bets a bit more… personal. If you don't chicken out, of course."

She let out a crystal laugh. "Come on Harry, if someone needs to fear about the results, it should be you, not me. I am game for any bet you can name."

"Okay then, we play for a set amount of chips, more could be purchased from the bank for certain things." Seeing Hannah was about to interject, he raised his hands to stall her for a second. "… and we sacrifice pieces of clothing to buy chips."

"But…" she mumbled in shock, her face beet red.

"It is okay if you chicken out," Harry said teasingly, knowing such a statement likely to push her buttons after her earlier declaration.

"Of course, I'm not scared," she said, trying to act confident. I just didn't want to shame you, walking to your common, your scrawny body on display. You are on."

"Okay then," Harry said with a smile. "If you want to go with the humiliation route, let's add another condition. First one admitting defeat cannot wear back his or her clothes until arriving the entrance of the common room, deal?" Harry said, shuffling the deck once more.

A part of her mind was shouting that this was a terrible idea, but her Hufflepuff common sense was radically damaged thanks to a combination of alcohol and excitement from winning, so she just nodded positively. Her already faint apprehension lessened quite a bit as in a few hands Harry lost his robes, followed by his shirt and undershirt.

Hannah could feel heating off her face as she gazed on Harry's revealed chest, trying to convince herself it was from the drinks. But not even in her wildest dreams, she would expect Harry Potter was hiding such an enticing body under his robes. Despite his thin frame, he had quite a bit of muscle. His pale skin smooth, only to be interrupted by occasional scar, and these scars was making him much more attractive. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, as her eyes locked at his torso.

"Shall we continue?" Harry asked in a teasing tone, signaling that he was fully aware just where she was looking.

Ashamed that she caught looking, she returned playing the game, but she lost a significant portion of the chips in front of her when she misread the next hand, still distracted by the view. Frustrated to lose that much in a single move, she looked at the stack lying in front of her, assessing whether it would be enough to play. Determining it would not be sufficient, she reluctantly unbuttoned her robe, revealing a modest cut blouse that only hinting the riches underneath, accompanied by a modest length skirt.

Trying to not to pay attention to Harry's whistling, she sought to focus on the game. She managed to turn the tides a bit, but only after losing her shoes and her blouse, revealing a low cut blue bra underneath, barely containing her chest, looking like her nipples was about to slip out.

"Damn, it is a nice view," Harry said in appreciation, his eyes locked on the chest level.

Seeing his eyes were focusing on her generous cleavage, she decided to be a little bold, getting courage from alcohol. She pushed her chest forward a bit, further enhancing the view by discreetly pushing her breasts together with her forearm. What she didn't notice as she returned to the game, however, was one of her nipples got free, creating a heavenly view for Harry's eyes.

Her scheme worked as intended. Momentarily distracted by her brazen show, Harry blundered his way into her three aces, forcing him to lose his trousers along with all the chips in front of him in the hopes of seeing more.

"It was a nice game, Harry," she said to the boy in front of her, clad only in boxers, "but unfortunately I am the winner." A naughty smile appeared on her face as she gazed his body, "Better luck next time."

Even as he cursed himself for the brief lapse of attention, Harry wasn't willing to fold yet. "I don't think we are finished yet, sweetheart," Harry replied as he stood up.

"What do you mean by…" she started to mumble, confused about what he meant until she noticed his hands reaching for his boxer. Shocked by the brazen behavior, protesting didn't even come to her mind as she watched him slipping out of his boxers, his half-erect manhood stood at her eye level. Chuckling at her speechless state, he sat down and shuffled the cards while Hannah's eyes were frozen on his erection, trying to combat shock, and a sudden wave of arousal.

Like all girls in her age, she had a crush on Harry Potter before Hogwarts, and while it had waned quite a bit thanks to his general low presence, his attitude shift was enough to kindle that old fire. And now, Harry was sitting in front of her, naked. Hannah shook her head, trying to shift her attention back to the game.

"Shall we continue," Harry said with a teasing smile reached his face, distributing the cards.

Without saying a word, Hannah reached towards the cards and the game started. However, unbalanced by Harry's brazen behavior, she rapidly lost most of her chips, followed by her skirt and all of her accessories, leaving her clad in her underwear, a low cut bra, and a skimpy pantie.

She shook her head, trying to focus her attention on the game. She was not a very competitive person, and normally she would stop playing here, conceding defeat, not risking a naked stroll through school corridors. However, she was unbalanced due to a mixture of slight drunkenness, excitement from the game, and arousal from seeing the boy of every girls' dream, Harry Potter, naked; stopping to play the game just didn't occur to her.

So she removed her bra to get more chips, revealing her large, magnificent breasts for the only spectator in the room. One of her arms was wrapped around the treasures bereft of protection, in a desperate attempt to shield her nipples from Harry's view, but it was not enough to prevent some accidental flashes as she fiddled with her cards. "It is… growing bigger…" Hannah suddenly murmured as she noticed Harry's manhood, growing noticeably longer in every passing second.

"It is not immune to the perfection in front of my eyes," Harry countered, deliberately gazing up and down on the body revealed in front of him.

"Shut up," Hannah shouted, the smile appearing on her face combined with the lack of any heat in her voice, it was hard to take her seriously.

The game continued, but trying to play in her distracted state was already a chore without adding the difficulty of keeping her breasts covered. Only a few hands later, she was sitting there, bereft of any chips, or clothes for that matter.

After losing her chip she just stood there in shock, thinking about what to do. In any rational sense, standing in front of a boy, naked, should be driving her into a panic, but excitement from the game mixed with the sheer eroticism of the losing her clothes in front of a boy, piece by piece, was enough to overcome any panic. However, she was still coherent enough to realize that walking towards the common room in her birthday suit wasn't something her reputation could survive. A naughty expression appeared on her face as her minds slipped towards the bargains she could offer for Harry to convince him to waive that last condition.

"Oh, Harry," she said, biting her lips in a naughty manner, the arm covering her breasts 'accidentally' slipping a bit to reveal her pink nipples and small but dark areolas to his gaze. "I don't think I will be able to walk to the common room like that, I fear something might happen to me if someone catches me like that. Could we find an alternate punishment."

"I might be convinced, but you must prove to me just how important it is for you."

Her tongue darted out, slowly licking her lips, and she said, "Why don't I demonstrate just how enthusiastic I am." Before even finishing her words, she stood up, one hand covering her nether regions, the other arm still on her breasts. Sauntering towards him in small steps, her hands accidentally 'slipped' from time to time, hinting, but not fully revealing the glory underneath.

Harry summoned a chair and sat down, allowing easy access to his full mast. A few steps later, Hannah was in front of him, licking her lips to ready herself for the next step. Feeling he was teased enough, she slowly removed her hands, giving Harry a full frontal view of her beauty, standing still for a few seconds to make sure Harry was satisfied with the scene.

"Amazing," Harry said appreciatively, eliciting a soft giggle from her. He raised his hand and swing his finger in a circle. Seeing the gesture, she slowly did a full circle, showcasing her large, but shapely, behind, her tits swaying hypnotically after her sudden stop. Then, not really wanting to be kept away from her prize, she slowly crouched on her knees, creating a view that could melt the stone. She slowly tracked his erection with one finger.

"So," Hannah said as her fingers were wrapped around his manhood, feeling it twitch under her fingers. "It looks a bit uncomfortable, so how about I make it better instead of our other bet."

"Hmm, it sounds like an excellent start," Harry said, enjoying the hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving up and down, her clumsy movements causing excitement to expand across his body as his emerald eyes locked on her huge knockers, jingling as she moved up and down.

"Is it working?" Hannah asked a while later as she raised her head, locking her eyes with Harry's.

"Not bad," Harry answered. "But you might want to think of another way if you don't want to spend whole night here," he said, his gaze falling on her huge knockers. He noticed that they were significantly bigger than Lavenders.

"Sure," she said, giggling. Getting a little closer, she took his lance between her generous bosom as she started to move up and down. Harry moaned in satisfaction, as his manhood lodged in the enticing valley between her breasts, enough to cover most of his manhood.

"To be between your breasts, it feels like the heaven," Harry said, his eyes locked to her brown ones, causing her to suddenly blush at the compliment. She squeezed her tits closer, driving up his pleasure. She started to move lower bit by bit after each stroke. Then, deciding to be a little more she placed a little kiss on top of his shaft.

"You shouldn't leave that kiss alone," Harry said.

Doing just as he suggested, she started to place a kiss on every few stroke, first small, then getting bigger and wetter. A while later, her mouth opened completely, and she caught the head between her lips, going deeper and deeper.

"Yes, just like that," Harry groaned in pleasure as he felt her hot mouth around his member, watching in approval as she started to blob her head deeper and deeper.

They continued like that until Harry decided to change the game a little. Reaching for his want, he cast a spell, transfiguring a bed behind the unaware girl. Then without saying anything, he grabbed her shoulders and gave her a firm push, forcing her to lay on her back.

She felt panic rising inside for a moment, as she fell backward. She was trying to understand what set him off as she readied herself to collide with the hard stone floor, but her back met with a soft surface. She suddenly relaxed, but before she could say anything, she saw Harry crouching down on her, placing his arms on both sides. Their chests were rubbing against each other, their faces separated with a hair's breath.

"Harry, what are you do-" she started to ask, her breathing quickened with excitement, but her words were cut by Harry's lips meeting with hers, forcing her to swallow rest of her words. Her arms found Harry's shoulders, weakly trying to push him away, but his tongue plunged into her mouth, wherever touched by his lips was feeling like on fire.

They continued like that for a while, her pushes exchanged with pulls, when she suddenly become aware of his shaft, pressing to her opening. Already feeling too aroused, all rational thoughts left her brain, passion coursing through her body. This time, she grabbed his shoulder, pulling him towards herself. Their bodies smashed together, top of his manhood slipped inside her mound after the sudden pull.

"Oh yes Harry," she moaned as Harry started trailing kisses from her neck to the veritable valley between her magnificent breasts, his shaft slipping inside bit by bit. One of his hands began to fondle breasts while his lips caught the other one, sucking, biting and nibbling her sensitive nipples and leaving bite marks across her pale breasts, driving her towards previously unknown heights. No matter how much she played with herself, she never managed to achieve such pleasure, her heart was beating like crazy, and her womanhood was burning in desire.

Then suddenly Harry pulled back, eliciting a disappointed moan from his companion, but then he grabbed her legs and spread them out, allowing easy access to her wet folds. Without any preamble he pushed it inside, eliciting a slightly pained gasp from her, but he leaned and captured her lips again, muffling her reaction. For a moment, he just stayed like that, his half-length inside of her, being embraced by her wet tunnel, its tightness akin to heaven.

He stood still for almost a minute, letting her get used to his presence, then he pulled pack a little, followed by a thrust, this time getting inside.

"Oh Harry, this feels amazing," she whispered, her fingers clasped to his shoulders, pushing her red painted fingernails hard enough to almost draw blood. "Go faster."

"Good things come to one who waits," Harry said with a mischievous tone, slowly pushing back and forth, but just a little more in every oscillation. His fingers dived into her soft globes, intensifying her moans.

When he was three-quarters inside, he suddenly changed pace, pulled back, then plunged inside her full speed, eliciting a shout of shock, but considering the widening smile, the pleasure was more than a small part of it. Ecstasy filled his body as he picked up the pace, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper.

Hannah felt like she was about to reach heavens, she didn't know that such pleasure was even possible. Wanting to feel even more intense, she wrapped her arms around his body, friction between their chests tickling her already sensitive breasts, his cock repeatedly drilling into her.

She lost track of how long they stayed like that when an intense wave of pleasure passed through her body, her muscles clenching, her womanhood gushing. She just laid there, her body still hypersensitive, Harry's full length still resting inside.

"Oh Harry, that was mindblowing," she murmured, content.

"Was?" Harry replied. "Sweetheart, we are just starting." Not waiting for an answer, Harry grabbed and pulled her, making her stand on her knees. A push later, Hannah was standing on her knees and hands, doggy style, with Harry standing behind her. Not giving her a chance to process, he plunged inside of her, causing her to moan sharply.

"Oh Harry, it feels amazing," she gasped, as she felt her body clench under fresh assault. "You are filling me completely."

Harry smirked but didn't say anything. Instead, he just leaned on, and placed a playful bite on her shoulder, then his head moved a little up, tracing her neck with kisses.

Enjoying the close contact, she turned her head, catching his lips with her own, their tongues wrestling. He grabbed her jiggling breasts, squeezing and kneading as he pumped her from behind. Then, one of his hands slowly traced her stomach, climbing to her lower back. A few seconds later, it was at an even lower place, mauling her fleshy cheeks. Then his hand reached her womanhood, teasing her nub even as he continued to pump her from behind.

"Harry!" she shouted in pleasure. "Don't stop!"

Never one to disappoint, he continued to drill her, getting faster and faster. Wanting to try something new, he grabbed her hips to stabilize her and started to drill even harder, her volume increasing as she sung songs of praise.

They continued for a while like that, until Hannah shouted, "Harry, I'm almost there." Hearing this, Harry sped up even more in last distance, causing her to have an explosive orgasm. His own peak close as well, Harry pulled out and a few strokes later he painted her plump ass and sweaty back with the pearly substance. Hannah collapsed, moaning just how amazing it was. Feeling rather tired himself; he laid down next to her, pulling her to his chest, closing his eyes for a bit…