Chapter 9: A Home Visit
A Home Visit
On a Saturday evening, Emma Granger was sitting in her living room, alone, resting on her couch after another busy day in the clinic. She wasn't expecting any guests, so she was a little surprised when the doorbell rang. With a sigh, she stood up, preparing herself rebuff another door to door salesman, the dialog already half-formed in her mind. "Coming!" she shouted and walked towards the door, annoyed by the insistent ringing.
She wasn't expecting someone to tackle her with a hug as soon as she opened the door. Only the familiar, bushy hair of her assailant prevented her from reacting with a panicked shout as the arms wrapped around her. "Hermione!" she exclaimed instead. "What a pleasant surprise."
"Hi, mom," Hermione answered a few seconds later, pulling back from the hug.
"So?" she said. "What do owe this surprise?"
"Umm, mom," Hermione murmured, looking towards the side. Following her gaze, Emma saw a vaguely familiar figure, standing a couple of feet away from them. "You remember Harry, right?"
"Of course," she answered. "We met when shopping for your second year, remember?" She paused a second, a mischievous expression appearing on her face. "And how could I forget all the stories you told me about him? At least half of your letters to home is about him, after all."
"Mom!" Hermione exclaimed, her face flushed. "Shut up!"
Harry, on the other hand, just chuckled lightly as he took a step towards her, grabbing her hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you once again, Mrs. Granger," he said.
"Thanks, Harry. And please, call me Emma, being called Mrs. Granger makes me feel old," she said, disregarding the small increase in her heartbeat as their skin touched.
"Can Harry stay with us today?" Hermione said, directly jumping to the point. Emma noticed that she hadn't passed through the door yet. She was familiar with her daughters thinking style to decipher the meaning behind it. It meant that if she didn't allow Harry's stay, Hermione wouldn't stay either; not that she had any intention of doing so, of course.
"Sure, honey," she answered, and they all moved to the living room. "So," she said after Harry and Hermione sat on the couch, while she chose her favorite armchair. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
"You know that Harry is one of the participants in the tournament," her daughter started to explain, referring to the letters she had written home.
"Yes, the one for the international cooperation, right?" Emma said. Her attention was grabbed by the expression appearing on Harry's face when the tournament was mentioned, but it disappeared before she could identify the meaning behind.
"That's the one," Hermione said. "Harry needed to come to London for some shopping, and managed to get a two-days permission, with me as a guide." She smirked. "I personally think that Professor McGonagall agreed just to keep Harry out of the trouble."
"Yes," Harry interjected, a matching grin on his face. "It makes sense, after all, I have never been in trouble with you, right?"
Emma watched as Hermione blushed. Wanting to tease her daughter a little, she added. "So, you were out all day, shopping with your boyfriend, right?"
"Mom!" Hermione exclaimed once more. "We are just friends!"
"Sorry honey, my bad," Emma said with an entirely insincere tone. She knew her daughter enough to understand that, and with the amount of red on her face, it was almost certain that she was trying to conceal something. She decided to not to push her much, glad that her husband was away. She could imagine how unbearable he could be when facing with a prospective boyfriend.
"So," Hermione said. "Where is the dad?"
Emma sighed. "There is a medical conference in New York about a new kind of dental, so he has been away for a couple of weeks."
"Again?" Hermione said, a little down. Emma just nodded.
"So, Harry," Emma said, turning towards the other occupant of the room. "Tell me about this task of yours…"
Emma smiled a little as she placed the last plate into the dishwasher. The dinner was a pleasant affair, the unexpected guests providing a welcome break to her routine.
When she returned to the living room after finishing the dishes, she browsed the channels as she waited for them to come downstairs. Noticing they were gone for a while, she decided to check if there was any problem.
She stood up and climbed the stairs to the second floor, intend to see if they needed some help. She noticed the light was coming from the crack of the door of Hermione's room and started to walk towards there, wanting to assist them in whatever they were busy with…
…only to froze upon looking what was going on inside. Her daughter was standing on her knees, her head was bobbing back and forth, trying to swallow Harry's shaft. She stood still in shock, her gaze was stuck on the way her daughter, struggling to devour the thing stuck in her throat. A small, distant part of her was surprised by the fact she was struggling so much despite the fact that most of his shaft was still outside.
Then Hermione pulled back, revealing Harry's cock to Emma's eyes for the first time. Emma's mouth fell open, surprised by its sheer size. Apparently, the part she assumed was most of it was scarcely a quarter of it. She wasn't expecting to see a monster of this size attached to the well-mannered teenager she was sharing a dinner table with.
Then, his shaft disappeared from sight once more when her daughter leaned in once again, slipping more and more inside her mouth each second. Then her daughter arms latched to his leg, using them as leverage as she pushed his cock into her mouth with its entirety under Emma's disbelieving gaze. She started moving her head once again, taking all of it inside repeatedly, despite the wheezing and gagging sounds departing her mouth.
Emma watched as she was hypnotized, a strange warmth spreading to her body, her hands browsing her body almost unconsciously. A grunt from Harry was enough to signal the change in the situation. Her daughter pulled back a little, the crown still inside, moaning as it throbbed, a part of the load dripping down her chin.
That scene had proved enough to jolt Emma out of the trance. Her face reddened as she realized that she was currently peeking her daughter having sexual relations with her boyfriend, even playing with herself in the process. She quickly dashed away, glad that Harry's eyes were closed, and her daughter was too distracted to notice anything…
Emma's heart was beating like crazy when she arrived at the living room, her face looking like a ripe tomato. She cannot believe herself that she watched her daughter while she was sucking her boyfriend.
She took a deep breath, trying to forget what she just saw, but overlooking the monstrosity attached to Harry's body was a difficult challenge, and her daughter's sharp enthusiasm wasn't making it any easier. "God, how will I look at their faces," she murmured herself, standing the middle of the room.
"What was that mom?" Hermione's voice came behind her.
"Nothing," Emma said, her voice a tad higher than necessary. Her mind was still filled with the scenes from intimate moment Hermione shared with her boyfriend. "How about we watch some movie?" she said, jumping at the first idea that would allow her to sit in silence.
"Well, it seems an excellent idea," Hermione said. "What do you think Harry?"
"Sure," Harry said. "I would like to watch one."
Emma sighed as she turned her back and walked towards the TV, pulled a random cassette from the stack and plugged in in the VCR. She sat down in her favorite seat once more, trying to focus her attention on the opening scene, happy to find a reason to avoid talking.
"Do you want a blanket?" Hermione asked. "I feel it is a bit chilly."
"Sure," Emma answered, noticing that it was indeed a little chilly inside. "Also, can you turn on the heater a little." A minute later she was sitting on her chair, comfortably warm with the blanket wrapped around, her gaze firmly on the TV screen.
While her gaze was on screen, her attention was not, flashes from the scene upstairs appearing in front of her eyes, preventing her from focusing the movie. So much that she wasn't even sure about the name of the characters.
Several minutes into the movie, she heard a giggle from her daughter. That alone wouldn't be enough to get her attention, but combined with the little grunt coming from Harry, it was sufficient to pull her gaze towards it.
At first, she saw nothing extraordinary, except maybe that they were sitting a little too close, using the same blanket to cover their bodies. Then she started to notice the details. The expression on Harry's face was a little too empty, Hermione was looking a little too mischievous. But only after she saw the movement on the blanket, around Harry's crotch level, she realized what was going on.
Her gaze instantly turned back on TV, her face imitating tomatoes once more. She felt overwhelmed by the fact that her daughter was jacking her boyfriend, three feet away from her. How scandalous! For a moment she thought about calling on them to it, but her courage faltered.
But as the time passed, suppressed giggles and low groans started to have an unexpected side-effect on her, starting an incessant tingling around her nether regions. The fact that her husband had been away for more than two weeks wasn't really helping either. Not that he was able to satisfy her that much at the times he was around. As the years passed, his interest in sex had been dwindled into three-minute sprints once every few weeks, leaving her far too dependent on battery powered artificial aids. Seeing her daughter getting it three feet away wasn't actually helping to her current state.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself a little. But she wasn't expecting to fell into a short nap…
She was aroused from her nap with a deep moan that rang in her bones. She cracked open her eyes a little, trying to process just where she was, only to met with one of the sexiest views of her life. Hermione, her own daughter, had shed her top, her perky breasts wrapped around his boyfriend's shaft, moving up and down.
She felt the earlier warmth return with a vengeance, invading her core. That feeling was not to be denied, as one of her hands reached to her womanhood, almost without her notice. She slowly started to caress her slit, watching the way her daughter was licking Harry's length through her cracked eyelids.
Pleasure climbing rapidly, a soft moan escaped Emma's lips before she could realize the danger. She froze in panic, watching the response of teenagers. She was acutely aware of a single bead of sweat, rolling down her neck, as Harry's sharp gaze turned towards her.
She felt almost naked as his emerald gaze peered into her, almost seeping into her soul. She suddenly felt helpless under his eyes, preparing herself to confess and beg for forgiveness.
Then Harry turned his attention back to her daughter, and whispered: "Okay, no need for alarm."
"But Harry-" Hermione started speaking, only to silenced with a hand pushing her head down, forcing her mouth to envelope the cock that was standing in front of her. Emma expected her headstrong daughter to push back aggressively against such a controlling move. So she was quite surprised that instead of pushing back, she just moaned with no protest, busy with rocking her head.
Emma's arousal quickly flared again, demanding her hand back where it was. Her hands started to move once again, circling her clit over her clothes, sending shivers across her body. But in her careful state, she wasn't able to attain her release before Harry released his load once more, Hermione's mouth once more. Emma felt like her pussy was about to explode, but the fear of being caught was more dominant, so she stood absolutely still as Hermione pulled her blouse back on and sat next to Harry once more, resting on his chest.
It was like torture for Emma. Her body was on the edge, demanding a release, but she wasn't able to move, sure that they would notice any movement on her side. So she continued acting like she was asleep. Though, the other occupants were not making her act any easier, with the occasional heated kisses shared between them, or Harry's hand getting a little too adventurous from time to time, turning Hermione into a gasping, moaning mess.
Somehow, she managed to sustain her act until the end of the movie. A minute after the ending, Hermione stood up and walked towards her, after fixing her hair and clothes, disturbed by the activities that were going on a few minutes ago. "Mom," she said softly, shaking her shoulder.
"What," Emma murmured, trying to act like the just woke up.
"The movie just finished," Hermione said, a soft smile on her face. "But you fell asleep towards the middle. Why don't you go rest a little."
"Nice idea," Emma murmured as she stood up, letting the blanket fell to the side as she stood up. She wanted to run upstairs and pull the trusty Mr. Purple, but instead she walked to the upstairs in lumbering steps of a person half-asleep, at least until she climbed up the stairs. After she was sure that they couldn't see her, her steps quickened considerably, and she was in her bedroom a couple seconds later.
She quickly shed all of her clothes, standing naked in front of the mirror. She had spent a second admiring the great shape her body was in. Despite being in her mid-thirties, her body was still full of vigor thanks to regular exercise and healthy nutrition. Her E sized breasts retained their gravity defying perkiness, her derriere still apple shaped, her stomach still flat.
She moved towards the drawers, removing Mr. Purple from its hiding place, deep in her underwear drawer. With a smile, she threw herself on her bed and pressed the start button.
A familiar buzzing noise filled the room, eroding last pieces of her patience. She slowly pressed it towards her core, her folds separating as it slipped inside, every small tremble creating a matching pleasure wave. The pleasure was building up quickly, moan after moan departing her lips.
But then something awful happened. Mr. Purple let out a sharp noise, wheezed, and then stopped cold. Emma pulled it to check and saw the battery light blinking red. "Really," she said, quite annoyed with the change. She stood up, intent to search for extra batteries, but then she remembered they were in the TV cabinet, downstairs.
With a sigh, she wrapped the fluffy bathrobe around her, making sure it was tied appropriately, not wanting to flash the teenagers downstairs. She arrived at the top of the stairs, but her steps came to a halt when she heard the moans, clear enough even from the top of the stairs. She turned towards the couch where Harry and Hermione were occupying, meeting one of the most shocking scenes of her life.
The movie currently on the TV screen was truly scandalous, showing a naked a woman and man, having full blown sex. Normally, Emma would panic, seeing her daughter found one of her hidden pornographic cassettes, but her mind was busy processing something much more shocking.
Harry was sitting in the middle of the couch, his legs sprawled, his gaze mostly on the movie. It would be a typical teenager midnight porn run, save for the two facts. First, he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Second, an equally naked Hermione was currently on his lap, jumping up and down, skewering herself with his cock with great fervor, her gaze also on the movie.
Emma's mouth fell open in shock, in all the years of her life, she never did something daring as fucking her significant other in the middle of the living room while her mother was still on the same roof.
She knew she should turn and walk back to her room, but her legs were revolting, forcing her to stand still and to watch her daughter being fucked. One of her hands loosened her sash, while other reached for her perky tits, catching her rock hard nipples with her slightly chilled fingers, the contrast making her shiver.
The pleasure started to climb when her other hand found her slit, effortlessly slipping inside her wet folds. She just stood there, her fingers going in and out, her gaze firmly on two bodies slapping each other at downstairs.
She experienced a small panic when another moan escaped her lips, causing Harry to look around. Thankfully, he didn't think of turning back and checking the stairway, blaming the source to TV, or Hermione. After all, both of them weren't in short supply when it came to moans, gasps and muffled shouts.
Emma's hands started to go in and out faster as Harry suddenly pushed Hermione forward, her back arched as she pressed her hands on the small table in front of her, providing the perfect access for Harry from behind. Her hands quickened as she watched Harry's huge cock disappear again and again inside her daughter, pushing her towards the orgasm.
When her daughter's cries started to pick up under the strain of an imminent orgasm, Emma wasn't too far behind, pleasure invading her nerves as she crumbled to the floor, slightly chilly surface meeting her steaming skin.
Sitting while trying to catch her breath, it finally hit her that she drove herself to orgasm by watching her own daughter having sex. She stood up, pondering as she walked towards her room. Despite rationally acknowledging that she should feel shame, the emotion was absent, or buried so deep in pleasure, it might as well be absent for the practical purposes. She shrugged as she threw herself on the bed, deciding to ponder on the issue after a good sleep…
Unfortunately, she found out that the sleep was elusive in her current state. She had tasted the pleasure, but ultimately, the amount provided by her fingers was not enough, she longed to feel something hard inside.
When she heard the footsteps walking through the corridor, followed by the closing of two different doors, she smiled, realizing she now had the opportunity to go downstairs and pick the extra batteries from the cabinet.
However, she met with an unwelcome surprise, the extra batteries were absent. It took a couple of seconds to remember that she carried all the clutter, including the extra batteries to the guest room. The room that Harry was currently sleeping.
For a moment she considered just going to her bed and trying to sleep, but the throbbing in her nether regions convinced her otherwise. She climbed the stairs once again, stopping in front of the guest room for before knocking softly. She waited a few seconds for a reply, then turned the doorknob, careful not to make any noise.
Still hearing no reply, she pushed the door and sneaked into the room. She gulped when she saw the view. Harry was lying in the bed, covered haphazardly by the blanket, his chest naked. Her breathing stopped as her eyes followed the muscle lines on his chest, far too impressive than his thin frame suggests.
Pulling off her gaze was a struggle to her, but she managed, tiptoeing towards the nightstand, where the batteries were supposed to be. When she pulled the driver, Harry also rolled in his sleep. Afraid that she might have wakened him, she turned to check…
…only to meet the third big surprise of the night. Apparently, Harry preferred to sleep naked, she noted, as her eyes devoured every piece of muscular skin that was on display, paying special attention to his crotch, where his half-erect cock dangled between his legs, impressive even its current state.
She felt an intense desire to reach and touch it, and before her rationality could assert itself, her hand was already wrapped around the semi-firm flesh of his shaft. She checked to see whether he was still sleeping. Seeing that he was, she was struck with a little mischievousness herself, and tugged her hand a little, its throbbing response making her heart flutter.
Then his cock started to grow, earning her full attention. Filled with a desire to taste it, she leaned in, touching the top with her tongue, weird, tingly taste filling her mouth.
"Come on, start sucking," she heard Harry suddenly speak. For a moment she froze, realizing just how terrible situation she was in, his cock in her hand, leaned for a taste. Her mind going to the hyperdrive, she noticed a complete lack of surprise in his voice. He must have mixed me with Hermione, she thought. After all, he wasn't wearing glasses, the room was mostly dark, and her hair style wasn't that different from her daughter.
But even that conclusion wasn't enough to solve all of her problems. After all, he was awake, and asking for a blowjob. If she just turned and tried to left, there was a chance that he might notice her true identity.
Seeing only one option, she leaned, catching his hardening shaft between her lips, his taste filling her mouth. She noticed it tasted a little weird, like it was a mixture… It took a second for her to remember she hadn't heard any shower noises, so her daughter's taste was still present on his cock.
The sudden wave of excitement rising in response to that little discovery was a little unexpected, but her attention shifted to a more primal concern before she could ponder too much about it. One of Harry's hands landed on top of her head, pressing it down, making her swallow his presence.
She remembered the way her daughter had swallowed all of his cock, repeatedly, knowing that if she didn't somehow replicate that feat, there was a chance that she might be busted.
So she opened her mouth as much as possible, pushing herself down, doing her best to suppress her responses, but unable to prevent her wheezing and gagging completely.
Beset by arousal, trying to devour his full presence, she lost the track of time, the world reduced to the cylinder shaped object that she was trying to devour. Her hand found her bare pussy once more, her fingers going in and out to fully attain a pleasurable ending.
When he finally erupted to her face, she caught a little flat footed, coughing and gasping around his cock as it spurted his load into her mouth, his hand preventing her from pulling her head back. It was enough to trigger an orgasm of her own.
She stood like that for a while, trying to keep herself against the invading torrent while controlling her own trembling. Then finally, it tapered off, leaving Emma Granger, gasping around her daughter's boyfriend's cock.
She raised her head, forgetting for a moment that she was trying to keep her identity secret. But she relaxed when she found his eyes closed. With a sigh, she pulled back, slowly walking back to her room, juices dripping from her chin…
Emma was having trouble concentrate as she prepared the breakfast, blushing whenever a scene from last night flashed in front of her eyes. The memory of a throbbing cock, lodged deep in her throat was still vivid, causing occasional tingles in her body.
To make things even worse, she could hear an occasional errant moan, mixed with the sound of the shower, loud enough to be heard from downstairs, telling her what exactly they were up to. She could easily imagine Hermione in the shower, her chest smashed to the wall, moaning as she got impaled, again and again, her juices mixing with the hot water over Harry's cock…
She shook her head, pushing herself out of the vivid daydream she was having. She prepared the breakfast, combating with her flaring desire to go upstairs and peep into the bathroom, but the water noise from shower stopped before she could decide one way or another.
Several minutes later, both teenagers appeared on the stairs, their hairs still a little damp. The brunch started, and Emma found herself enjoying the conversation, despite her perpetual blush and occasional stutter.
Time rolled on quickly and before long, it was departure time. Emma stood in the corner of the room, waiting for one last hug.
Then Hermione spoke. "Sorry, I just realized I forgot one of the books I was supposed to pick, be back in two minutes." With that, she dashed upstairs, not allowing a reply from others in the room.
Emma looked at Harry, her blush intensifying. She tried to come up with something to say, but came up blank.
"Emma, thanks for the stay, you were an excellent hostess," he said, taking a step towards her, his arms open for a hug.
Even as she opened her arms, Emma felt something was a little off. She didn't know why, maybe his smile, a little too wide, or his voice, a little too deep, but suddenly felt a little alert. Still, she let his arms wrap around her in a hug. "You are welcome, Harry. It was a pleasure."
"Oh I know," he said, whispering into her ear. "Have you ever noticed that you could see the reflection of the stairs on the living room mirror when you sit on the couch."
"What?" she murmured, her mind a little slow on the uptake, unable to understand what Harry was driving at.
"It is a very interesting fact," she murmured. "But anyway, thanks for all you have done. You were an excellent hostess, especially during your midnight visit."
Finally noticing what he was driving at, Emma felt the panic spread into her mind, freezing her thoughts. Then she felt his hands slipping down, his fingers sinking into her plump ass. She opened her mouth to protest, only to be silenced with a tongue slipping inside her mouth.
Caught flatfooted, Emma just stood still. His lips went away as quick as they came, leaving her still in shock.
Before she could gather herself, Hermione appeared on the stairs, dashing towards the door. "Goodbye mom," she said, giving Emma one last hug before leaving through the door.
"Goodbye Emma," Harry said, a half-smile on his face. "See you in summer." Saying that, he too left, pulling the door behind himself.
Emma just looked at the door, her fingers slowly tracing her lips, unable to believe what just had happened…
Chapter 10: The Ceremony of Gift Giving - Part 1
The Ceremony of Gift Giving - Part 1
For Harry, the days after the London visit disappeared in a flurry of action. Busy with enchanting his purchases, he had precious little time to spend to do anything else. Unfortunately, that included the activities of a more visceral kind, as he lamented from time to time while spending all his free time locked in the room of requirement. He was especially bummed due to lack of an opportune time to use the gifts he had purchased with Hermione, however, the survival was more important, so he buckled down and worked. After all, the tournament officials' ability to protect him was not something he would bet his life on.
It was two days before the second task when he finally completed his preparations. With a sigh, he gathered his equipment and started walking back to his dorm room. But he was feeling tense after all these days spent locked in a workshop and decided some relaxation was in order. A quick look at the Marauders' map showed Lavender was alone in her room. A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered the gift they had purchased for Lavender, imagining how good it would fit her.
Feeling enthusiastic, he dropped his equipment to his room, and donned his cloak. A few subtle spells to prevent any alarms, and he was on the girls' side of the tower. He opened the door, careful not to make any noise, and found Lavender lying on her bed, skipping pages of a gossip magazine, her manner showing boredom. He pulled the door close, careful not to make much noise, then pulled his cloak off. A smile was on his face he tapped his feet on the floor.
Lavender turned towards the noise, her expression disinterested, only to get replaced with shock when she saw the identity of her guest. "Harry," she stammered, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, we hadn't talked for a while, so I decided to drop by." He lifted the package in his hands and said, "And I brought a present."
Her face perked up when she heard the word present, conveniently disregarding the fact that he shouldn't be there. "Really?" she said, jumping on her feet.
"Really," Harry replied, passing the pack into her eager hands, watching as she destroyed the wrapping paper in a hurry, revealing the ornate box. Her blue eyes widened when she saw the semi-transparent full body lingerie picked for her.
"It looks amazing," she murmured as she grabbed and pressed it to her torso, checking herself in the mirror.
"Hmm, I'm having a little trouble fully envisioning it," Harry said. "Why don't go change so that we can see whether it fits."
Lavender looked at him, her face reddening a little. Though her indecision only lasted for a second, and a giggle left her lips as she started walking towards the bathroom. Harry drew his wand after she disappeared, putting a ward to the door to keep any visitor away, though he put an exception for Hermione. Then he sat on Lavender's bed, waiting for her to appear.
A couple minutes later, Lavender appeared on the door, still wearing her robe. Harry was about to ask about it, but then he noticed the enthusiastic expression on her face, complete with a naughty smile, and decided to give her a little time to put on her plan. Only after she started to fiddle with the radio, opening a slow, rhythmic music, that he got the gist of her plan.
His full attention had been grabbed by the way she was swaying to the music in short order, her moves almost hypnotic. She unhooked one button half a minute later, then another, revealing a healthy amount of cleavage, the purple underwear peeking a little. Her sway started to get more pronounced as she got closer and closer, the robe slowly slipping off her shoulders.
Harry was acutely aware of the growth in his pants, making his position significantly uncomfortable. Wanting to solve that problem, he pulled off his pants, showing that his boxers were barely able to contain his full mast. He turned his attention back to Lavender, whose gaze was firmly on his crotch, her dance momentarily forgotten. Harry cleared his throat, jerking Lavender off from her momentary distraction.
A sultry smile appeared on her face once more, and she turned her back, grabbing the hem of her robe, slowly pulling up, revealing her toned thighs. But she let it fall back just before the move exposed anything really exciting.
Next ten minutes passed in slow tease, driving him more and more aroused with her 'almost' revealing actions. But when she finally dropped her robe to the ground, Harry had to agree with Hermione's wisdom in choosing that particular nightwear. While the cut was technically modest, it was a couple size small for Lavender, so it was clinging to Lavender's body, looking about to burst around the hip and chest areas. Very little was left to his imagination.
"How about a little dance," Harry said, tapping his lap. Lavender only smiled in response, and started walking towards him, her every step small, the swing of her hips mesmerizing. Finally close enough, she placed her hands on his legs, leaning forward, her lips almost upon his. Harry raised his hand to touch her soft skin, but she slapped it away, whispering, "No touching."
Harry pulled his hands back. If that was the way she wanted to play, he was more than happy to comply. So, he just sat there as Lavender slowly lowered herself on his lap, feeling the touch of her hot core on his shaft, diminished by the fabric between them. An impatient growl escaped his lips as she started to rub herself, her back pressing against his chest.
His impatience had been abetted for a while when her hands reached the suspenders, leaving her unblemished shoulders naked. He was unable to prevent himself from leaning and placing a small kiss on her elegant shoulders.
Seeing no words of protest left her mouth this time, he continued to leave a trail of kisses on her shoulders. Then she leaned back completely, letting her weight to settle on his lap.
The next place her hands traveled showed that she was as impatient as him. She grabbed his boxer and pulled them off in one swift movement, leaving the job of preventing the contact between them to the feeble fabric of her nightie. And he could feel just how inadequate it was for the job, feeling her wetness around his cock like there was no barrier.
Unrestrained by its hooks, the top line of her clothing started to slip lower and lower as she slowly rocked on his lap. Soon, her round globes were free of the constraint of the cloth once more, leaving themselves bare to his touch. But before he could reach them, Lavender stood up, swinging with music once more. He admitted to himself that the dance was much better now what she was free of the constraints of cloth, her globes wavering in a tantalizing manner.
She must have been as impatient as him, as almost instantly she was back on his lap, this time facing him. He wrapped his arms around her, his lips clamping to her long, slender neck, taken with a desire to leave his red mark on her delicate skin.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, but rest of her protest disappeared when Harry's lips clamped to hers, silencing any further protest. His grip tightened, pulling her closer, feeling her firm nipples clearly over his own shirt.
But apparently, his shirt was more of an annoyance than he assumed, because Lavender pulled back from the kiss for a moment, grabbing his shirt with both hands. "You are overdressed!" she growled before pulling the shirt to both sides, buttons flying everywhere. "This is better," she said as she pressed her chest once more. Feeling her soft skin on his without any obstruction, Harry agreed with her sentiment.
Their kissing continued, but his erection was getting more and more distracting every second they neglected it. Feeling that they had spent enough time in foreplay, he aligned his cock underneath her, pulling the preventing barrier to the side in one swift movement. His crown was slipping through her wet entrance when they heard the door opening.
Lavender turned towards the door in a panic, trying to pull back from his lap, her hands pulling her teddy up in an impressive display of speed and coordination. But Harry had other plans. Knowing that the identity of their guest was limited to one person, he had no intention stopping. His arms solidified around Lavender to prevent any attempt of escape, and he pulled her down.
Loosened with the extended foreplay, Lavender's insides showed almost no resistance as his shaft slipped inside. Her reaction was a thing of beauty. Already close to edge from the foreplay, the pleasure from the unexpected penetration proved enough to push her towards a small orgasm, though Harry wasn't sure it was despite the shock of being observed, or because of it.
Not really relevant, Harry thought after a seconds consideration, and he started to pump inside her relentlessly, wanting to mellow her further before her wits came back. He had no desire to lose such a beautiful opportunity to have a threesome. He turned towards the uninvited guest after making sure that Lavender was no mood to complain. "Hi Mione, how are you?"
She looked at him, the shock apparent on her face, unable to say anything for a while. It took several seconds for her to find back her voice. "Harry, what are you doing!" she exclaimed.
"Well," he said, letting a smile appear on his face, though, in his current position, it was hardly a chore to smile. "I decided to give Lavender the gift you have picked." He grabbed her hips lifted and forced her to turn, so that once again her back was pressing on his chest, and he pushed his cock inside once more, making sure Hermione was able to see Lavender's full glory. "What do you think, it fits her perfectly, right?"
Bright red, Hermione looked like she was about to bolt out of the room. Harry noticed Lavender was trying to say something, so he reached to her dangling tits, sinking his fingers into her flesh in an attempt to push her deeper into the pleasure. Then he turned back to Hermione. "Walk closer," he ordered, his tone much sharper than his earlier teasing. He was satisfied to see that she started to walk almost instantly. "Pull a chair and sit," Harry said, pointing to a place just a couple feet away from them. He was pushing hard because he knew Hermione also wanted this, but was too shy to take the first step.
Meanwhile, he leaned and placed a small kiss on Lavender's lips in an attempt to show that he wasn't neglecting her, slipping his tongue between her plump lips for a quick foray, leaving her breathless.
Then he turned his full focus away from the beauty on his lap as Hermione sat on the chair, her eyes glued on what was going in front of her. Harry wondered how long it would take for her to take some action.
Apparently, the answer was not too long, Harry learned as he watched Hermione quickly shedding the outer layers of her clothing. Her robe flew off, followed by her skirt, shirt, and shoes, and soon, she was clad only in a lacy pair of underwear, barely large enough to cover the essentials.
Harry turned his attention back to Lavender, whose attention was on the large shaft, invading her insides every second. He decided that Lavender deserved a reward for being such a good sport, so he started to knead her tits, his teeth clamping onto her long, pale neck. Something Lavender enjoyed immensely if her sudden tightening around his cock was any indicator.
Even if he was keeping most of his attention on Lavender, he was still watching what Hermione was doing from the corner of his eyes. He watched as her hands started caressing her body, rubbing her nipples over the bra. It took a little time for her to feel constrained by her bra, and she reached her back, unlocking her bra and revealing her breasts, a little smaller than Lavenders', but still giving a good effort. One of her hands pushed her underwear to the side, her fingers slowly moving on her pussy.
Harry just kept the position same for several minutes, immersing himself into the moment. There was also the benefit of letting both of the girls to get comfortable with the situation. Then, without any warning, he grabbed Lavender's hips and pushed her back on her feet. For a moment, she just stood frozen, not knowing what to, then Harry also stood up. He pressed his hand to her back, forcing her to bend over so that the distance between her face and Hermione's was just a few inches.
He placed his hands on her hips, and pushed himself inside once more, and started impaling her. Lavender's mouth opened to let out pleasure filled moans. Her hands were on the both sides of the chair, inadvertently preventing Hermione's escape routes in an attempt to keep her balance. Harry could see the fight of panic and arousal on Hermione's face, her gaze locked on Lavender's face.
Harry watched in interest as Hermione leaned on and grabbed Lavender's lips in a tentative kiss, only to pull back with a panicked expression in a second later. For a moment he also felt panicked, thinking things would derail, but then Lavender moved forwards, caught her lips. But unlike Hermione, she hadn't pulled back a second later, her tongue joining to her lips a second later, the tightening walls around Harry's cock showing just how much she was enjoying the situation she was in.
With her walls squeezing him tight, Harry felt that a climax of his own was imminent. He pulled off and look a few steps, positioning himself on the side of the chair, and pushed his cock between their faces. They looked annoyed for the interruption until they noticed what interrupted their kiss. Their eyes shining with enthusiasm, both girls leaned in and started to kiss his shaft with the same enthusiasm they were showing towards each other a second earlier. Hermione's lips began to climb forward, catching the crown between her lips while Lavender moved down towards the base.
Already on edge, it didn't take long for Harry to finally climax, spraying his load into Hermione's mouth. Then he pulled back and watched as Lavender leaned towards Hermione's white stained lips, sharing the reward. But then, Hermione did something that showed she was just getting warmed up. She pushed Lavender back a little, standing up without pulling back from the kiss. Then she led Lavender back to the bed, forcing her to lay on her back. She grabbed Lavender's nightwear and peeled it off rapidly, leaving her with her magnificent birthday suit.
Harry sat down the chair that Hermione was occupying just a moment ago, a lecherous smile tugging his lips as he watched Hermione leaving a trail of kisses on Lavender's neck, slowly descending to her breasts. Then she caught one of Lavender's nipples between her lips, earning a soft gasp from the blond beauty. Her hands grabbed Lavender's melons and started squeezing, showing that it wasn't only male half of the school that had been fascinated with Lavender's beautiful chest.
Harry's shaft jumped to life as Hermione descended even lower, plunging her tongue down Lavender's nether lips, juices flowing from her own, still covered by her feeble underwear. Not willing to wait for even a second in his aroused state, Harry jumped to his feet and placed his hands on her ass, grabbing her underwear. A second later, her underwear was around her ankles, and something thick was pressing to her entrance.
Hermione tried to raise her head as Harry pushed into her depths, but Lavender's hand quickly put a stop to that plan. Rolling Hermione's bushy hair around, she pushed her back down, showing that she wasn't willing to lose her service.
Harry lost himself at the moment, Lavender sprawled on the bed with all her glory, being serviced by the resident bookworm of Gryffindor, who in turn being drilled from behind, sound from her flesh mixing with Lavender's pleasure filled moans.
Then, a deep moan escaped Lavender's mouth, leaving her gasping and trembling under her latest climax. Seeing the hands that were grabbing Hermione's head were loosened, he decided to use the opportunity to change the position into something more rewarding to Hermione. He moved back towards the chair, his hands locked on Hermione's hips, pulling her together. A moment later, he was sitting on the chair, and Hermione was sitting on his lap, with his shaft still pumping inside.
Turning his gaze towards the Lavender, he signaled her to come closer, after all, Hermione needed payback for her earlier service. Lavender jumped at the opportunity, clamping on Hermione's lips as soon as she arrived, her hands grabbing Hermione's tits. A while later, she pulled back from the kiss, but Hermione's premature, disappointed exclamation quickly replaced by a happy gasp when Lavender's tongue landed on her clit, caressing it with soft touches that synchronized with Harry's deep, quick strokes.
With her pussy under attack from both sides, Hermione's own release arrived almost instantly. Her juices flowing around his cock, he felt that he was dangerously close to his own release, so he pulled out, only for Lavender's lips to clamp around it almost instantly, her ruby lips caressing its length to coax a release. It didn't take long for her to achieve her objective, purring in satisfaction as his shaft throbbed in her mouth, filling it with his load.
A satisfied grunt left his mouth as Lavender pulled back, only to rise up to share another kiss with Hermione. This time, Hermione took the lead and started to push Lavender towards the bed, their lips connected all the way. She pushed Lavender onto the bed, lying on her back, then lay on her, the vision of two pairs of breast squashing together creating a view that is almost magical.
Harry stood up and walked towards the girls, his cock erect once more. A smile appeared on his lips as he placed his hands on Hermione's firm ass, his sinking fingers earning a surprised moan. He looked down, examining the beautiful dilemma in front of him, trying to decide girl should be the first. He decided not to discriminate. He pressed himself on the Lavender's entrance and pushed fully inside, only to pull back after a few strokes, pushing into Hermione. He smiled at the way both girls were wringing in pleasure even as he picked up the rhythm, plowing both girls with an almost mechanical precision…
A few hour later, Harry was watching in a satisfied manner as both girls stumbled towards the showers, half dead on their feet. He fought with a desire to join to them in there, but they were tired, not to mention he wanted to give them some alone time to find their balance. After all, they will be sharing room for a while. So he pulled on the invisibility cloak, and started to walk out, a smile on his face as he finally felt ready for the second task.
Chapter 11
Underwater
Harry was standing on the edge of the lake, waiting for the second task to start. He was wearing a skin-tight diving suit, carefully etched with runes across its surface for a wide range of utility, from increased durability to friction reduction. It was even capable of resisting any mundane attempt of slashing and stabbing. Similarly, the palettes in his foot were enhanced with animation charms to provide a speed boost. On his face, there was a mask, spelled to provide unlimited oxygen. The harpoon launcher he had purchased was on his back, its comforting weight dispelling the worst of his worries. And these were the visible ones. In his enchanted pocket, there were a slew of utility items, from compasses to an extra breather.
After he had finished going through his mental list, his attention turned back to his competitors. He felt surprised by the lack of preparation they had shown. All three stood on the edge, wearing nothing but their swimsuits, carrying nothing but their wands. No extra weapons, no protective gear. They didn't even carry a compass, at least any that is visible. And the unbelieving -and slightly panicked- looks they were throwing to Harry's direction was enough to show that they weren't exactly comfortable with the situation they found themselves.
Though, Fleur's attitude managed to catch his attention. Instead of gazing at the lake, the dangerous obstacle she was going to face in a few minutes, her attention was turned towards the audience. If it wasn't for the worried expression etched on her face, Harry might have thought she was trying to avoid him, like she did for the last month, but the expression on her face was far too alarmed to be just an act. Feeling curious, he decided to ask about it.
"Hey Fleur, are you okay?" Harry said, keeping his voice low so other two competitors wouldn't be able to hear.
"Sort of," Fleur murmured. "My sister missed the breakfast this morning, and no one I have asked knew where she was, so I'm a little worried."
"I see," Harry said. While he never experienced a similar familial worry -feeling such emotions towards Dursleys was a task that would challenge Buddha-, he had no problem in acknowledging intellectually. "I'm sure she decided to do some exploration," he added. Actually, it took less than a second for him to conjure a dozen scenario involving at least a serious risk of injury, but Harry decided to not to verbalize them. After all, the task was about to start, so Fleur couldn't just leave and search for her. And Harry wasn't asshole enough to flame her worries just to get an advantage in the task, he still had certain limits. He decided to change the topic. "So, how old is your sister?"
"Nineteen since the last December," Fleur said, but before she could say anything else, Bagman started walking towards them, cutting their discussion short.
"Are the Champions ready for the event?" he said, his skewed expression proof that he took a few too many Bludgers to head in his professional career. Seeing the champions nodding, he continued after casting a spell. "As our champions are all ready for the event, they will start with my whistle. They will have exactly one hour to retrieve what had been taken from them."
Harry readied himself, trying to imagine what they took from him. His best bet was the invisibility cloak, a priceless hereditary artifact also providing an emotional link with his father. But the whistle rang, cutting his thinking short.
He watched incredulously as Cedric and Fleur dashed to water after spending a second to cast bubblehead charms on their head, and nothing else. He couldn't help but disparage their strategy. It didn't take muck to puncture the protective bubble, and while the spell could be re-cast while underwater, doing it wordlessly while being drowned, especially under attack from some sea critter was by no means trivial. Krum went with a self-transfiguration to shark instead, turning himself halfway, another weak choice in Harry's opinion. There was a reason people spent years becoming animagus instead just using self-transfiguration as a shortcut. In self-transfiguration, there was a high risk of bleeding instincts and thought patterns. In total, Harry wasn't impressed with the thought and preparation his competitors had put for the task.
Harry shrugged, and turned his attention back to his own preparations. He cast several spells, including a supersensory charm to enhance his awareness and several large fish transfiguration to play distraction.
It took almost a full minute to finish his preparations, but when he finally dived into the water, catching up with Fleur and Cedric, who were slowly wading through the water, took less than a minute. Catching up with Krum took a bit more, and his grip on his wand tightened when he finally saw him. Harry knew that Krum had a strong sense of fair-play, but it was important to remember that fair play had been developed in a game where players tried to brain each other with dangerous, semi-sentient balls and tried to dismount their opponents a couple hundred feet in the air. It was very likely that Krum would assume that a small bite to his arm or leg was in the confines of the fair play even discounting the shark-like instincts.
Harry learned his concerns were not entirely unfounded when, upon seeing him close, Krum dashed towards him, his shark mouth open, displaying a threatening set of teeth. However, before Harry could even react, one of the fish he conjured threw itself towards itself in his mouth. Harry watched bemusedly as Krum started eating the fish instead of continuing to his real target, showing signs of being overwhelmed by the instincts, likely awakened by the taste of blood. He summoned a few more fish to distract Krum even further, then swam away, continuing forward his path.
Twenty minutes later, the village finally appeared in his sight, a tune familiar from the golden egg radiating from the village. Harry smiled, satisfied that half of the journey was over. It had been challenging, he had to fend himself against several waves of attack even if he discounted the Krum's botched attempt of sabotage, though he was able to get away by leveraging his superior mobility in most of the cases, only resorting his harpoon gun in one of the cases.
As he got closer to the village, details got clearer. He first saw several buildings -though it would be more accurate to refer as caves. Then he saw a group of merpeople in the center of the village, gathered around a large statue in the middle of the town, slowly circling around. As he got closer, something else got his attention near the bottom of the statue. It was almost…
"These bastards," he growled, his anger sparking as he finally saw what precious thing they decided to take from the champions. Four girls, tied in the bottom of the lake, unconscious, helpless... Absolutely unacceptable.
Even closer, he was able to recognize three of them, Hermione, Cho, and Lavender. Next to them, there was a blond girl who bore a high similarity to Fleur, looking just a tad younger. Harry swam towards them to best of his ability, both his wand and his harpoon gun ready for a last minute attack from Merpeople, but the just kept their place, contend with watching Harry as he swam towards the bottom of the statue.
Harry knew that according to the task, he should just take Lavender and leave, but he had no desire to leave the others underwater, alone except the merpeople. Technically, the hostages' safety should be on the tournament staff, but considering their spotty report on security, he wasn't willing to. He also considered waiting for the other champions, but he didn't know how long it would take for them to arrive, or whether they would even manage to arrive. He decided not to wait.
However, he was also aware that carrying four people would be a challenge, especially considering he had to protect them from harm. So, he started to swim towards Hermione, an idea shaping in his mind. A few merman moved towards him, gesturing towards Lavender instead. Harry raised his harpoon launcher towards them, shaking pointedly. They looked unconcerned. He decided a demonstration was in order. He turned the launcher towards a nearby stone and pressed the trigger.
The image of the harpoon, stuck into stone half a foot deep, had proved enough to convince them about the risks involved getting in Harry's way, especially when another harpoon magically appeared on it, ready to launch. Harry removed his substitute breather and placed it on Hermione's face, hoping whatever spell they were using will dispel when she started breathing air once more.
As he expected, Hermione started twitching in a couple seconds. At first, she struggled against the bindings she found herself. Then their eyes met, and she stilled. Harry cut her bindings and gave the harpoon launcher to her, then turned his attention to other three, considering what to do. Waking them up like he did to Hermione was not a possibility. He knew Hermione could be trusted under life-threatening conditions, but the same was not true for the others. To his knowledge, neither Lavender nor Cho was experienced in anything similar, and waking them up would be a risky affair. Fleur's sister was a complete unknown, and there was no telling what she would do if she suddenly finds herself underwater, tied up, with a man she hadn't known. It was just too risky to attempt.
It didn't take long for him to come up with a workable idea. A few transfiguration spells and an animation charm later, he had a platform with a propeller attached, ready for the journey. Merpeople looked at him darkly as he tied the girls to the board, but the angry look Hermione was giving to them, enhanced by the threatening presence of the launcher, was enough to convince them not to take any action.
He tightened his grip on his wand as they started to swim upwards, hoping they won't face anything too challenging…
"Finally," he murmured as Madam Pomfrey left his room in the Hospital Wing after making sure there were no residual problems from his underwater foray.
Harry let himself fall back to the bed, letting himself relax. As usual, the people in the position of authority had given no considerations that Harry just faced several potentially life-threatening encounter in a hostile environment, and needed rest, hounding him about his accounting of the events. At that point, Fleur was already out of the water, hugging her sister, tears of relief slipping from her cheeks, and Cedric and Krum were still underwater.
Their response to Harry's unilateral decision to sabotage the task early had been varied. Karkaroff was determined that he should be disqualified, despite it being almost impossible due to the nature of the Goblet. So, after being informed of that fact, he elected to give 1 points to Harry, while giving his own champion, who was still under water at that moment, full points for the fortitude shown under great adversity. Percy, who was attending in place of Crouch, decided to award Harry with another 1 for sabotaging the other champions, though that wasn't that much a surprise considering the recent divide between him and the Weasleys. Other three juries decided to award him full points, in respect to the moral fiber he had shown, and for the fact that he was the only one that managed to arrive the village on time, realizing that him taking the other hostages too making a moot point.
Thankfully Madam Pomfrey intervened before they could go further, claiming that he needed to stay in the Hospital wing for a few hour for casting too many spells under adverse conditions, straining himself magically. He thought about convincing her that he was well, that the amount he had cast hadn't been challenging for him, but then changed his mind. After all, if he was on the medical wing, it would mean he would be away from the yapping of the tournament officials or overenthusiastic students that wanted to hound him incessantly.
He decided to catch a short nap before the evening, wanting to be in full form before. But before he could slip into unconsciousness, he got distracted by a knock on his door.
"Come in," he said. He wasn't enthusiastic about having a visitor right now, but thought it would be easier to get over it quickly. Though his attitude changed quickly when the door opened and revealed someone unexpected.
"Can I come in," she said in a low voice, her tone trembling with an emotion Harry wasn't able to identify.
"Sure," Harry said, his curiosity peaking. Fleur slipped inside and pulled the door behind. Then, she just stood in the middle of the room, hesitation clear on his face. Harry righted himself on the bed, but elected to say nothing, his curiosity aroused. After all, during the last month, she had done her best to avoid him, doing everything short of just turning her back and running away.
It took a while for her to find her voice. "I wanted to thank you for saving my sister," she started, her words coming out with breaks due to her hesitation. "You are a real hero."
Harry fought a smirk off his face, trying not to come as too arrogant. Compliments might not be the reason he saved the hostages, but it didn't change the fact that getting appreciated felt really nice. "Well, thanks for the compliment, but anyone would do the same."
Fleur chuckled, some of the anxiety draining off from her face. "I think you are overestimating other people, or your fellow competitors."
"Even you?" Harry asked, though he was careful to keep his voice in a teasing tone.
Fleur stopped for a second, hesitating. "If it was anyone else than my sister, I would probably try to help everyone. But with my sister under risk…"
Harry nodded. He understood where she was coming from. If he didn't know the other hostages, and more importantly, if he felt really pressured by the potential dangers, he might have gone with a similar approach. Hard to really know without facing it.
Then Harry noticed something, Fleur continued to stand in the middle of the room during his mental wandering, still fidgeting, showing she was still about to talk about something. He gazed at her questioningly.
A blush appeared on her face. At first, it was faint, barely noticeable, but it started to get more and more intense every second, giving her skin a healthy glow. She opened her mouth several times, but no words came out. Then one of her attempts to speak bore fruit. "There is the issue of reward," she said.
"Really?" Harry said, a grin spreading across his face, intrigued. He had a nice feeling about where she was going, her hesitation signaling some interesting possibilities.
Fleur nodded, then took a deep breath, her chest rising alluringly. She reached for the sash that was holding the robe she was wearing together, and pulled it. Her robe opened, revealing that her robe was the only piece of clothing she was wearing apart from her shoes. Without even stopping her movement, she rapidly disrobed before her courage floundered once more.
A lecherous expression appeared on Harry's face as his gaze slowly moved upwards, drinking the view in front of him for all its worth. Her body was perfectly shaped, free of even the smallest blemish. Her breasts were full, but didn't show even the slightest indication of sagging, her nipples surrounded by small, pink areolas. Her stomach was perfectly flat, her hips were round. Suddenly beset with a desire to drink her vision completely, Harry raised his finger and did a little circle gesture.
This time, Fleur blushed even further, but gave no protest as she twirled, putting every bit of her body on display. Harry smiled, drinking the vision of her heart shaped behind. She was exquisite, with her pale skin and shining blond hair. He smiled and stood up and walked towards her. He put his hand on her shoulder, felt her trembling under his touch. Harry almost thought that she was afraid, but her eyes betrayed her eagerness. "I wonder," Harry murmured, putting his hand under her chin, lifting a little. "Do you want to thank, or do you want to finish the job you started in the locker room."
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Harry leaned in, his lips closed on hers, separated by a hair's breadth, her breath falling on his lips, caressing warmly. Her lips cracked, ready to met with his. But at the last second, Harry pulled back, leaving her hanging. "I don't know," Harry said, acting thoughtful. "What you did was pretty bad, stunning poor Cho, and trying to have your way with me." Harry watched as she looked at him in shock, her face falling. "Mmmm, but turning you back is not a gentlemanly thing to do either, not after you spent so much effort coming here," he continued, intentionally stretching the explanation. He snapped his finger. "I know, why don't we find a compromise."
Fleur looked at him questioningly but still said nothing. "Well," Harry said. "You had been a naughty girl, peeking other people having sex, even trying to steal their place. And naughty girls gets punished. Otherwise they don't learn." He put his finger on her cheek, slowly dragging towards her lips. Her mouth opened, her breath caressing his fingers. The spark was back in her eyes.
Harry was a little surprised, as enthusiasm wasn't the first response he imagined getting for his last statement. He let his hand trace down her chin, caressing her neck. He flicked her nipple, rock hard in excitement. She gasped. His finger grazed her stomach, absorbing her shivers along the ways, then left her body momentarily, only to land on her perky, alluring ass, sending waves across the body, short-lived in her lithe, fit body. She moaned.
Harry grabbed her hair, applying some force, enough to cause a stinging sensation, but not hard enough to cause real pain. She gasped, but the moistening in her nether regions was evident even with a cursory glance. Seeing her respond to dominance so clearly had been an interesting revelation for Harry. Harry wondered if her submissive streak was just a one off thing, and if not, what was its extent. He could feel his cock throbbing as his imagination ran wild.
Then he turned his focus back on the present, sat back down on the bed, and laid Fleur on his lap, her stomach on his legs, the underside of her boobs rubbing his leg. His hand landed on her back side one, two, three times, leaving her pale flesh marred in pink. Harry licked her lips, enjoying the moans escaping her lips, and more importantly, the rise on her allure. He didn't know, nor did he care at that moment, how it would affect someone without a strong occlumency, but to him, it worked like a particularly tasty glass of wine. Sharp, aromatic, enough to make the moment more pleasurable, but not enough to impair his thoughts.
His hand landed on her backside several times more, though the time between slaps kept getting longer and longer, his had busy with caressing her glowing bottom between spanks. Then, his fingers started to slip down towards her nether lips. At first, he only touched the edges, and only for a fleeting moment. But as the time passed, his fingers started directly play with her dripping lips, the time getting a little longer after each slap. The time he spent lingering got longer and longer, a fact appreciated by Fleur if her rising voice was any indicator.
Then, the spanks lay forgotten as his fingers pressed her entrance, slowly slipping inside. He pushed until he reached a barrier that prevented any further movement. Harry smiled as he pulled his fingers back a little, playing with her via shallow touches, but Fleur wasn't complaining, busy with panting and shivering. Then, with a mighty moan, she climaxed, falling limp on Harry's lap.
He let her rest for a while, gathering her breath, before speaking once more. "I think that is enough punishment for now, so why don't you stand up and show me how much do you appreciate my kind attention."
It took a few seconds for Fleur to understand what he meant, deduced from her lagging expression. But when she did, she jumped up on her feet, her hands appearing on Harry's belt, devolving Harry from his clothes with best of her effort. Under her determined efforts, Harry soon found himself wearing only a shirt as Fleur's long, delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft. "Good," Harry said. "Show me how much you have remember from your last lesson."
Then she leaned, her lips enveloping the crown of his shaft. Her head started to move up and down. Her movements were still a bit jerky, indecision creeping from time to time. But, Harry noted, satisfied, there was no sign of boring mechanic movements of last time. "A fast learner," Harry said. "I like it." Defying the physical reality, he felt himself getting even harder as she turned her gaze up, blue meeting green, her mouth still glued to Harry's shaft.
She pulled her head back, licking across his length. Then her lips were around his girth once more, and she started to devour more and more of his cock, determined to drive Harry to the deep end of pleasure. She slurped, gulped, gagged. Harry grabbed her hair, pushing her even deeper, eliciting even deeper moans from her. They kept that for a while, Harry pressing her head deeper and deeper, her tongue and lips searching every available point on his shaft, trying to push him to his release.
After a point, the build-up became too much for Harry, and his juices started to spurt from his cock, filling her mouth. Harry watched the show in interest. He wasn't conceited enough to deny that seeing the haughty French champion on her knees, trying not to waste even a single drop was a huge boost to his masculinity.
Desire hitting him hard, he didn't think much before putting his hands under her arms, pulled her up to her feet, and pushed onto the bed. For a moment, he felt doubt sparking, but the beaming, excited expression on Fleur's face was enough to melt that particular emotion. He moved over her, his lips diving to her erect nipples, his tongue circling the edge of her small, pink areolas.
Between his arousal and her pleasure filled cries, it didn't take long for his cock to return back to life. His head pressing to her entrance, he looked deep into her eyes, waiting for her approval before taking that step. In response, her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, an answer with no ambiguity. He felt her untouched entrance put some resistance first, but bit by bit, he slipped deeper, until he felt a barrier preventing any further movement. First, he leaned further, hugging as her head comfortably pressed on his shoulder. Then he pulled his hips back momentarily, then plunged forth, destroying the barrier in one swift movement.
Hearing the pained sob she let out, he stopped, letting her get used to his presence inside. A while later, she nodded once more. Harry started moving inside her, shallow at first, her tightness not allowing him to move deeper. But bit by bit, he moved deeper, discovering her insides. Bit by bit, more of his shaft disappeared every second, earning deeper and deeper moans from the blond beauty under him.
For a while, he moved slow, letting her get used to his girth. Then, he picked up the pace, drilling her, his full length disappearing inside her. Facing these sensations for the first time, it didn't take long for her to climax once more, her walls tightening around Harry's shaft, enhancing his pleasure even further.
Harry stopped moving for a while, not wanting to push her too hard in her oversensitive state, especially since her eyes started to look glazed. He pulled back and waited a while. Then when Fleur started to come back, he stood up and sat in front of the mirror.
When Fleur finally rose from her lying position, he tapped his lap, calling her close. She gave no objection and stood up, walking towards Harry slowly, her hips swaying enticingly, her own juices slowly slipping down her legs, making the view almost magical. Harry smiled, enjoying the view. She attempted to sit on his lap while facing him, but he shook his head and did a circle motion with his finger once more. She blushed, but did what Harry asked, positioning herself on Harry's lap, his shaft just below her entrance, and the mirror with her full-body reflection under her full gaze. Harry could see that her blue eyes were locked on the image of her own body, almost like she was trying to memorize the view.
Then, just as he was about to plunge himself inside her once more, he heard a knock on the door, but then the doorknob also twisted before they could respond. Only too late Harry remembered that neither of them had bothered the lock the door, but before they could respond the door was already open, and Harry's eyes met with the blue eyes that were almost same shade with the ones belonging to the beauty currently on his lap. He opened his mouth to say something, at the same time, an exclamation escaped Fleur's lips. "Gabrielle!"