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This is the continuation of "A Perfect Day for Flying" and "Frequent Flyer". You might want to read them to understand what's going on with Harry. He will be getting it on with a number of witches, but this is NOT going to be Harem story. His partners enjoy shagging too much themselves to limit it to just him.

There will probably be 35 or so chapters, ending with the Third Task in the Tri-Wizard Tournament.



Harry woke up early Saturday morning and climbed happily out of his bed. It was the day of the Hogsmeade visit and he had a ‘date’ with three of the prettiest witches in the school - the blond and sexy Lavender Brown, the dusky and sensual Parvati Patil and her equally gorgeous and alluring twin sister, Padma.

Of course, it wasn’t really a ‘date.’ Harry had simply promised to treat them all to some of Honeydukes’ Finest Chocolate.

Harry was happier now than he had ever been in his entire life. Two weeks ago he lost his virginity in an amazing encounter with the lovely, fifth-year Gryffindor chaser, Katie Bell, who unashamedly seduced him in the Quidditch locker room shower.

During the week that followed, he had enjoyed the intimate favors of the physical and passionate black witch, Angelina Johnson, and the gentler but still very erotic lovemaking of Alicia Spinnett. The last week had been just the same, making love to the three of them in the Quidditch changing room showers.

Harry had also started a closer friendship with Ginny Weasley, the two of them finally overcoming their mutual shyness and spending some true quality time together. There had been a few kisses, a couple fairly long and deep, but Harry had no intention of trying anything of a sexual nature with the thirteen-year-old, youngest Weasley. His own sense of honor wouldn’t permit it, as well as the fact that her brothers, Fred, George and Ron, would murder him.

And just few days ago, he had apologized to Parvati for his terrible treatment of her at the Yule Ball and she had happily forgiven him. As a form of making up, Harry had promised to buy her some Honeydukes chocolate during the upcoming visit to Hogsmeade.

She and Lavender both told him how much nicer he was to be around recently since he seemed to be brooding much less and really enjoying himself. He didn’t tell them it was due to his sexual awakening with the three older witches. He just told them he had decided to do his best to be good company and, in turn, enjoy the companionship of his many friends in Gryffindor.

The three older girls, Angelina, Alicia and Katie, had all agreed with him that it would be too suspicious for them to go to Hogsmeade together, but an ‘innocent’ meeting at Honeydukes would not cause any comment. He also knew that if he should ask Ginny to accompany him, her brothers, particularly Ron, would hover around them like avenging Furies. If he ‘ran into her’ at Honeydukes, that was fine, but he intended to enjoy the company of his three very pretty, and very charming classmates - Parvati, Padma and Lavender - to the maximum extent possible.

He was a trifle concerned that he had started entertaining lustful thoughts about the three of them, particularly the truly gorgeous blond Lavender. He had actually had an erotic dream about her last night. He’d had several the last two weeks, but they had featured the three girls he had already had sex with.

Katie had promised to meet him on the Pitch again tomorrow, making it clear that such meeting would include another lovemaking session. She and her teammates, Angie and Alicia, were simply enthralled with Harry’s extremely erotic, and apparently natural, lovemaking abilities, and told him that they wanted to share their favors with him as often as possible.

“Oliver is gone, Cedric is being faithful to Cho, and Roger Davies is concentrating all his energies on Fleur Delacour,” Angie told him, speaking for her friends as well. “We all absolutely refuse to shag any Slytherin players. Fred and George are very nice lovers, so is Lee Jordan. So is Leo Cadwallader over in Hufflepuff and Eddie Carmichael in Ravenclaw. Those are really the only guys any of us have ever made love to.”

“Well, okay, Ken Towler, too, in my case,” admitted Alicia. “And, of course, Viktor!”

Alicia got a dreamy look in her eyes and Angie’s face had a big smile on it, too.

“I’m jealous,” Katie pouted. “He’s all besotted with the Beauxbatons girls now, and doesn’t have any time for us poor Hogwarts witches. I’d so love to shag him!”

“More than me?” Harry joked

Katie grinned sexily. “We’re just ‘using’ you, Harry, you must realize that.”

“Oh, I suppose I’ll let myself be ‘used,’ as long as you keep me happy,” Harry grinned back.

The young witches giggled at him and all smacked his arm.

Harry reflected on all this as he got up and headed towards the shower in his dorm room, snickering to himself as he listened to Ron mumbling as he wanked off.

“Hermione! Gods, oh, gods, Hermione! Yes! YES!”

Harry reflected that his best friend had excellent taste. Hermione’s stunning surprise appearance at the Yule Ball on the arm of Viktor Krum had driven home to Ron - and Harry - that the lovely, intelligent witch was definitely no longer just ‘one of the guys.’

“Harry!” he muttered to himself as he showered, happy that the only reason he had to wash his cock was for cleanliness, not because it was coated with the results of wanking off. “Hermione is not a sex object! Come on, you have three of the prettiest witches in the school as sexual partners. You don’t need anyone else, especially not your best friend.”

Still, Harry couldn’t help fantasizing occasionally about the pretty, bushy-haired Gryffindor whom he had come to know so well for four years now. At fifteen, she was definitely, and most pleasingly, female, although her breasts were still modest in size. But, then, not everyone could be a Lavender Brown or a Katie Bell.

Ron came in with a towel wrapped around him, and turning his back to Harry, dropped it and sidled into the shower, quickly washing away the evidence of his recent self-pleasuring.

“So, Harry,” he said as they toweled off, “are you coming along with Hermione and me today?”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll see each other, but, well, I promised Parvati some Honeydukes chocolate as an apology for how I treated her at the Yule Ball. Lavender and Padma invited themselves along,” he told his redheaded friend, stretching the truth just a little.

“You’re dating THREE girls?” Ron almost squealed.

“It’s not a date, Ron,” Harry said firmly. “It’s an apology to Parvati. As I said, Lavender and Padma just invited themselves along. If you and Hermione stop by, I’ll buy you some chocolate, too.”

“Why so generous all of a sudden?” Ron asked.

“Why not?” Harry replied. “I have plenty of money. It’s not like I’m trying to buy anyone’s friendship, not like Malfoy does. I’m just doing it to be nice. I swear, I have no ulterior motives!”

Ron nodded and they went out and started dressing, smirking at each other as Dean moaned from inside his drapes, “Padma! Padma! Oh, yes, YES!”

Ron and Harry were waiting in the common room when Hermione and Ginny came down.

“So, Harry,” Ginny smiled, “will I see you in Hogsmeade?”

“Probably,” Harry smiled back. “I’m buying Parvati some Honeydukes’ chocolate as an apology for treating her so badly at the Yule Ball. Padma and Lavender invited themselves along.”

“Surrounded by witches, eh?” Ginny giggled and blushed. “You’d never notice a poor, little third-year like me.”

“Your red hair and fiery personality make you stand out like a...a beacon fire,” Harry said with a sly grin.

Ginny blushed more as Hermione actually beamed at Harry.

“I don’t know what’s come over you recently, Harry,” she said, “but I certainly like the change. That’s very mature of you, apologizing to Parvati. I agree, you treated her rather badly. Ron, you should consider doing something to make up to Padma.”

Ron flushed and mumbled, but made no commitment.

Lavender and Parvati came down, giggling and chattering as always. They spotted Harry and his friends and walked over.

“Hi, Harry,” Parvati greeted him in her sultry voice. “I’m certainly looking forward to our, umm, well, date.”

Harry smiled at her and Lavender. “If you want to call it a date, that’s fine by me, Parvati. I just want you and Lavender and your sister to have a good time. I really don’t expect you to hang around with me afterwards. I’m sure you three have ‘girl’ things you want to do,” he teased.

“Well, hanging around with a handsome, sexy wizard is certainly a ‘girl’ thing, Harry,” Lavender told him with a surprisingly amorous glint in her blue eyes and a quick flick on her lips with her pointy, pink tongue.

Harry reflected that two weeks ago he would have totally missed this obvious come on, but his recent experiences with Katie, Angie and Alicia had made him extremely sensitive to and aware of feminine body language and signals.

“I’m flattered, Lavender, I truly am,” Harry said with a slight bow in her direction. “Well, I’m ready for breakfast, so shall we all get a move on?”

Harry sat next to Ginny since Parvati and Lavender went over to the Ravenclaw table to talk with Padma. She was giving him a shy, but rather odd look.

“Something on your mind, Ginny?”

“Lavender hit on you, Harry!”

“I realize that,” Harry replied. “It’s just the way she is. Jealous? Are you saying YOU want to hit on me?” he teased with what he hoped was a comical leer.

Ginny flushed very red. “I...I, no,” she mumbled embarrassedly. “I mean, I would if I were older, that is, I like you, Harry, but...”

“Ginny,” he said quickly and softly. “I’m just teasing you a little. I’m not asking you to...to come on to me, not like that. I’m perfectly happy with our friendship just the way it is right now. I didn’t mean to startle you or...or hurt your feelings.”

Ginny gave him a shy, but grateful smile. “I...I know you didn’t, Harry. I guess I’m really not over all my shyness with you. I do like you, you know.”

“And I like you, Ginny,” Harry assured her. “Quite a bit, really.”

“I’m glad,” Ginny smiled. “That makes me very happy, Harry, it really does.”

Harry met with the three young witches in the courtyard and the four of them walked into Hogsmeade together. Harry noticed Ron and Hermione appeared to be bickering - nothing new there - and Ginny was walking with a blond witch he didn’t recognize.

“Who’s that with Ginny?” he asked Parvati.

“Oh, her!” Padma said. “That’s Luna Lovegood. She’s rather, er, different. I think Ginny is the only friend she has. She’s a nice enough girl, but she has some very strange ideas and beliefs. Cho hates her.”

Harry was surprised at this. He wouldn’t have thought Cho was capable of hating someone.

“Well, well, Potter! Where’s the Mudblood and the Weasel?” the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy grated on his ears.

Harry sneered at the blond Slytherin. He was wearing one of his ‘Potter Stinks’ buttons and had his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, with him, naturally. Also at his side was Pansy Parkinson, who had been his date at the Yule Ball. Rumor had it that they had actually had sex afterwards.

Harry couldn’t decide whether Pansy was ugly or gorgeous. She had a very nice figure, startling, bright brown eyes and a pair of very pretty, pouty lips. But her nose. It was a ‘pug’ nose, too small for her face. Plus, add in her nasty, snotty personality and she definitely fell into the ‘ugly’ category.

“I’m sure they’ll be along. I see you have your menagerie with you, as usual - the two gorillas and your English pug,” Harry jibed, garnering titters from the three witches.

“Very clever, Potter,” Malfoy spat, his arm jerking towards his wand. “Maybe clever enough to get you hexed. And you three,” he said, looking in turn at Padma, Parvati and Lavender, “I can’t imagine what you see in this loser here.”

“Like you’re a winner, Malfoy?” Lavender smirked. “I recall Harry beat you to the snitch the last two years.”

Malfoy flushed. “He cheats, everyone knows that.”

“Lies are the last refuge of a scoundrel,” Padma said cuttingly. “Come on, why are we wasting time with this lot. I want some of that double chunky fudge!”

“Since when can YOU afford Honeydukes, Potter?” Malfoy asked.

“Since forever,” Harry replied. “I’m just being nice, not buying friends, like you do.”

Draco’s hand twitched towards his wand again, as did Harry’s, but at that moment Professor McGonagall walked by and the confrontation ended.

“You’ll get yours, Potter,” Malfoy threatened.

“I already have mine,” Harry smiled, gesturing at the three sniggering witches. “If you’re buying girlfriends, I would think you’d have better taste than Parkinson.”

Harry and the girls left on that note as Pansy flushed a bright red and glared murderously at them.

Harry had a most enjoyable day in Hogsmeade, spending a great many Galleons on chocolate and butterbeer. His ‘dates’ spent an hour or so with him, chattering and giggling, and then went off to do some ‘girl’ things. Ron and Hermione stopped in, so did Fred and George and Lee, and Angie, Alicia and Katie.

Harry was getting ready to leave when Ginny walked in and waved at him.

“Have any money left for poor little me?” Ginny grinned.

“I’d spend my last Knut on you, Ginny,” Harry smiled, getting a blush and a smile from the pretty young Weasley.

“Where’s your friend, Luna?” Harry asked.

“Oh, she wandered off to look for something, Humming Bumdingers, or something,” Ginny giggled. “She’s really a very nice person. She just has some of the oddest ideas and beliefs, though. I love the extra creamy, white and chocolate fudge swirl, by the way.”

Harry smiled and got Ginny a whole pound of the fudge.

“Harry!” she protested, though not too hard. “It’s...it’s too much. You don’t have to spend so much on me.”

“I want to, Ginny,” he said sincerely. “This way you have some to take back and share.”

“Share?” she grinned. “You expect me to SHARE Honeydukes’ fudge?”

“Don’t get so fat on it that you can’t fly, now,” Harry joked.

Ginny made a face at him. “Oh, so that’s what you think of me, is it?” she said with an exaggerate mope. “Well, we’ll just have to have a race against each other one day, Mr. Potter,” she said, smiling at him.

“I’ll look forward to it, Miss Weasley,” Harry replied. Noting that no one was looking, Harry leaned down and gave Ginny a short, sweet kiss, making her cheeks redden and her lips to curl into a happy smile.

“You’re very forward, Mr. Potter,” she mumbled. “I...I really like kissing you, Harry. Am I any good?”

“You’re the best,” he said gallantly. “That’s the nice thing about learning to do something together, you know.”

“You don’t expect me to believe that I’m the first witch you ever kissed, do you?” she asked.

“Er, what makes you think I’ve done it with anyone else?” Harry asked, suddenly a little nervous.

“Harry,” she smiled. “I am a girl, I do notice things. You and Katie, and to a lesser extent, Angie and Alicia. It’s easy to tell that there’s something going on between you all. I won’t pry, it’s not really any of my business. Have you kissed any of them?”

“I thought you weren’t going to pry?” he chided her gently. “Yes, I have. Umm, quite a bit, actually.”

Ginny just nodded. She suspected that there was more to what Harry was doing with the three Quidditch players than just kisses. Probably a lot more. She wasn’t ignorant of the facts of life and had felt the stirrings of sexual desire herself when she and Harry had recently shared a couple of very long, deep kisses. Once Harry’s hands had fallen to her buttocks and he had pulled her tightly to his body. His excitement was easy to discern, even for someone as young and ‘innocent’ as she was.

The three witches all had reputations. Ginny didn’t like the gossip game, but it was impossible to avoid it all together. However, if Harry was in a relationship with any or even all of them, that was his private business. And theirs.

“Well, I do enjoy our kissing, Harry,” she told him. “But I’m sure you understand that that is all we can hope to do.”

“Of course, Ginny,” he said, with just a tinge of anger. “I wouldn’t dream of...of taking any, well, liberties or anything like that. Besides, your brothers would kill me if I tried anything on with you.”

“What I do is none of their business, Harry!” she said bluntly. “If what the twins or Ron think is influencing you, then maybe we need to reassess our relationship.”

“You’re only thirteen, Ginny,” he said softly. “They can’t help being protective towards you. I like the way our relationship is developing, I do. I would never try to take things too far or too fast with you, Ginny, you have to believe me.”

Ginny nodded again and they left Honeydukes. They ran into Lavender outside and the three of them started walking back to the castle together.

“You are going to share what’s in that box, aren’t you, Ginny?” Lavender asked, licking her lips.

“Not bloody likely,” Ginny grinned. “Oh, there’s Luna! I’ll see you all back at dinner or in the common room tonight!”

“So, Harry, what’s with you two?” Lavender asked after Ginny had gone.

“We’re just friends, honest,” Harry replied.

“Not like you’re friends with Katie, I hope,” she said rather sharply.

Harry paled just a bit. “What...what are you talking about, Lavender?”

“Oh, Harry, drop the innocent act. I know perfectly well that you’ve been shagging Katie. Angie and Alicia, too.”

“I...I have not!” Harry denied rather feebly.

“Oh, Harry,” Lavender huffed, “most of the girls in Gryffindor know something is going on between the four of you. We all know none of them are virgins. They were all victims of the fatal Oliver Wood charm - them and at least half a dozen others. It sometimes makes me wish I played Quidditch,” she said, looking at Harry with an amorous glint in her lovely blue eyes.

“Er, well, alright,” Harry confessed. “Yes. I have been making love to them. You...you aren’t going to turn us in, are you?”

“Why would I do that?” Lavender said. “Hell, I’m jealous. I wish I had the nerve to shag you in the Quidditch locker room.”

“How...how the hell do you know all this, Lavender?” Harry gasped.

“I just keep my eyes and ears open,” she smiled. She suddenly pulled Harry off the path and into a small copse of trees.

“Kiss me, Harry, please?” she asked, her voice begging.

Harry stood gobsmacked for a moment, then pulled the shapely, buxom blond witch to him and seized her lips in a searing kiss. Lavender responded in a like manner, she was obviously no beginner at snogging.

After a good five minutes, Harry let his hands fall to her rather prominent rear end and cupped her cheeks and pulled her into his body. She didn’t resist and simply moaned into his mouth as he began to softly knead them.

She pulled her mouth away. “You...you can go under my skirt if you want,” she said, then quickly crashed her mouth back onto his.

Harry slid his hands up the back of her smooth-as-silk thighs and rested them on her satiny knickers, massaging the firm mounds of her ass. She was grinding her crotch onto his now aching hardon so Harry took a chance and moving a hand around to her front, slipped it down between her thighs, and stroked her, smiling as he found the crotch of her knickers soaking wet with her arousal.

Lavender continued the kiss so Harry slowly worked a finger inside the elastic of her knickers and found her hot, slick lips. He fondled them a little, eliciting a pleased moan from her and then gently worked a finger into her tight, wet cunt.

“Oh, gods, yes,” she murmured. “Please, Harry, more. Do more!”

Harry was happy to comply, pushing another finger inside the writhing blond, while his thumb swirled around the hard, wet nub of her clit. Lavender’s legs were shaking, her center was coiling with tension. She had pleasured herself enough to know what was coming.

“Just...just a little more, please, please, PLEASE!” she whined.

“Come for me, Lavender, come for me,” Harry whispered, licking the shell of her ear as his fingers plunged in and out of her virgin cunt. He got even harder as he listened to the soft liquid sounds his fingers made as they moved faster and faster inside the beautiful blond witch.

Lavender’s muscles tightened on his fingers as she moaned, her hips pushing hard and fast onto Harry’s probing digits. Harry felt her come hard, her flow soaking his fingers as she whimpered and whined with pleasure.

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” she mumbled. “So good, so good, gods, so good!”

Harry continued stroking inside her until she slowed her thrusting, sighing as she came down from the heights of pleasure. He withdrew his fingers and put them in his mouth, smiling at Lavender’s ‘sweet’ taste.

“She’s quite different from the other three girls I’ve tasted. Maybe because she’s a virgin? Or maybe because she isn’t an athlete?” Harry pondered as he sucked her essence off his hand.

“You’re delicious, Lavender, a real treat,” he told her aloud.

She pulled his lips to hers, licking them to taste herself and smiled happily. Then she looked him in the eye.

“Fuck me, Harry! Right here, right now! Please! Fuck me!”

Harry was totally unprepared for this and balked at making love to the pretty Gryffindor on the hard ground.

“Lavender, we...we can’t, you know that. Someone would be bound to find us! We’re lucky we’ve gotten away with as much as we already have,” Harry said, favoring caution over desire for the moment.

“Please, please, Harry,” she begged. “I...I want to feel you inside me. I...I want you to be my first!”

Lavender was a virgin? “Of course, she is,” Harry cursed himself. “She’s only fifteen. Katie said that’s the youngest a witch should consider losing her virginity.”

“Lavender, I...I, wow, I mean, I really appreciate that you like me, trust me enough to ask me to be your first lover. But, you deserve more, you deserve better than to lose your maidenhood on a patch of grass.”

“I don’t care,” she cried. “I want to know what it’s like! Please, Harry! Please! Fuck me!”

“Then come to the Quidditch locker room one afternoon and we can do it more comfortably,” Harry said, simply unable to believe a witch as pretty as Lavender wanted him to deflower her.

“I’m not a player. It will look suspicious,” she wept. “This may be the only chance we’ll have. Please, oh, gods, please! Please, Harry, make love to me!”

Harry now made the first mistake in his sexual awakening when he said, “Alright, Lavender. Let’s move a little deeper into the woods first, though.”

They quickly went another ten yards or so and came across as small clearing with long grass. Harry spread his cloak out on the ground and then helped Lavender remove her own.

“We don’t have a lot of time. I wish we weren’t so hurried,” Harry lamented. “I’d really like to take my time with you, Lavender. You’re so pretty, so...so sexy.”

She blushed a little but she was dying to know what sex was like. She listened to the older witches, particularly Angie and Alicia, go on and on about how wonderful intercourse was, how a good lover could make one’s body ‘sing’ with pleasure. Lavender was very familiar with her own body, and knew very well what an orgasm was. She had pleasured herself since her first year, then late last year had started a tentative affair with Parvati, which had blossomed into a full-blown sexual relationship. And just recently she had experienced a few orgasms from the fingers of Seamus and Dean.

“It’s alright, Harry, honest. I really want to do this. I...I’ve wanted to make love to someone for at least the last six months, since I turned fifteen. Please, Harry, please make love to me,” she pleaded.

Harry gave up trying to dissuade her and quickly had her skirt and knickers off and they laid down on their cloaks. He paused for a little bit to gaze at her gorgeous, blond-fringed pussy, noticing how wet her hair was from their earlier activities.

“It’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Lav,” he smiled, using the nickname he’d heard Padma and Parvati use.

“Really? Prettier than Katie’s? I’ve seen hers, you know, in the showers.”

“It’s gorgeous, just like you. Now, let me prepare you just a little.”

Harry got between her legs, then lifted them onto his shoulders. He relished her musky, sharp scent, then softly spread her labia with one hand and ran his tongue up the wet, pink slit.

“OH, GODS!!” Lavender squealed. “Harry! Gods, gods, oh, shit, gods, YES!”

“You like that, do you?” he teased.

“More, please, more! More!” she whined.

Alicia had given him another long lesson in oral sex their last time together and made Harry work on her until she had an orgasm. The intercourse that followed was the best Harry had enjoyed so far.

Harry returned his thoughts to the lovely blond witch beneath him and locked his lips around Lavender’s rather prominent clit. His tongue flicked it several times, then slowly and sensuously licked lazy circles all around it.

“HARREEEEEE!” she squealed as his tongue suddenly plunged into her hot, virgin cunt.

Lavender was bucking and arching already. She and Parvati had started using their mouths on each other shortly after the Christmas holidays, but she had been unable to talk Dean or Seamus into doing it to her. Lavender might be a virgin, but she had done a fair amount of experimenting with the more-than-willing Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. She had recently given Seamus a blow job, even managing to swallow most of his wad. But, both boys found the idea of actually putting their mouth on her ‘gross.’

“You’re delicious, Lav. The best tasting witch I’ve ever had!” Harry praised her.

“That...that makes me feel, oh, gods, Harry! I’m...I’m, oh, gods! HARREEE!!”

Lavender shook with another orgasm. She couldn’t believe how wonderful, how amazingly talented Harry was. His tongue was deep inside her, twisting and licking, and driving her further and further into the bliss of sexual release.

Harry eased his trousers and boxers down, then kicked them off, and settled himself between Lavender’s very pale, very shapely thighs.

“It’s time, Lav,” he panted, his own excitement very obvious now. He was now very anxious to open the beautiful witch beneath him.

“Be...be gentle, please,” she whispered.

Harry positioned the head of his cock just inside her soft, swollen lips, shivering as he sensed the heat and moistness flowing from her body.

Harry pushed himself slowly but firmly into Lavender’s soft, sweet wetness. He felt her tensing as his rather large cock stretched her virgin-tight walls. He was about halfway into her when she suddenly lost her nerve.

“Stop! Harry! Please! Stop!” she begged.

Harry now compounded his error as he groaned and pushed himself all the way inside her, sinking to his hilt in her incredible warmth and tightness.

“Too...too late, Lav! Oh, gods, Lav!”

“OWWW! Harry!” Lavender wailed as the remains of her hymen gave way and Harry filled her completely. “Please! Stop!”

Harry ignored her and started to move himself in and out of her, hissing with pleasure at how amazing she felt wrapped around his cock.

“Relax, Lav, relax. You’re not a virgin any more,” he said softly. “This is the best part, believe me! Just relax and move with me!”

Lavender was confused. It had hurt a lot more than she thought it would, but now that Harry was actually moving inside her, her body was starting to experience some very pleasurable sensations. But why had he continued when she asked him to stop?

“This is wrong!” she thought. “No, it can’t be, it feels so, so good!”

Harry was in paradise. The three older witches he had been making love to were all very tight due to their athletic bodies and exercise regimen, but Lavender was much, much tighter. Her body was soft and yielding, whereas the Quidditch players’ were firm and muscular.

Lavender’s no-longer virgin cunt surrounded Harry’s thrusting cock like a warm, wet glove of velvet and gossamer as he settled into his coital rhythm.

“You...you...you feel just amazing, Lav,” Harry panted as he continued to move in and out of her. “That’s right, push your hips up at me. Make...make little circles as we meet, that will stimulate your...your clit and, oh, god, yes! Oh, Lav! Move like that more! More!” he hissed as Lavender’s muscles flexed along his length.

Lavender was beginning to really participate in the intercourse as Harry’s smooth and expert motions continued stroking her center with exactly the right pressure, his cock stretching her most erotically. The initial pain had faded and the feel of him inside her was so different, so much more pleasurable than fingers, be they her own or someone else’s.

“It...it feels good, Harry,” she panted, looking down at where their bodies were joined and watching his cock plunge in and out of her body, his raven hair meshing in a riot of erotic color with her own pale blond thatch. “Oh, yes, it feels so, so good!”

Harry continued to make love to Lavender for several minutes, determined to give her an orgasm from his cock.

“She deserves it,” he thought, “for giving herself, her cherry, to me.”

Lavender was now moaning and whimpering, pushing herself up at Harry with glee, as his long, hard cock continued to split her tender flesh with the most amazingly erotic sensations. They were kissing passionately, their tongues moving in time to the rhythm of their thrusts. There were no sounds other than their labored breathing and the surprisingly loud, sharp slap of skin on skin. After a couple more minutes she felt her center start to flutter, then tighten in anticipation.

She knew the signs and squeezed herself around Harry. “Almost...almost. Gods, Harry, please! I’m almost...”

“Come for me, Lav!” he panted. “Come on! You...you can do it! Come with me! Come with me!”

Another minute and it happened. Lavender arched her back, pushing her hips tightly into Harry’s. Her body tensed, then shuddered in a blissful explosion of orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” she gasped. “Oh, sweet Maeve! Harry! HARREEEEEE!!”

Her cunt tightened on him with the most delicious erotic pressure. Harry gasped at sensation - he always did. It was simply the most wonderful feeling imaginable.

“Lav, Lav, Lavender!” he cried back. “I’m...I’m going to...going to, YES! I’m coming!”

Lavender squealed with ecstasy as she felt Harry swell and twitch deep inside her, spilling his wonderful heat and moisture into her as he buried his cock all the way inside her, slamming his hips into hers and groaning in release.

They continued to hold each other tightly, relishing the wonderful sensations of orgasm. After several moments, Harry began stroking inside her again, slowly and softly, his cock tingling with delight as he emptied himself into Lavender’s pulsing depths.

He collapsed on her with a moan, kissing her sweetly. “You...you were amazing! Brilliant! Oh, gods, Lav! Thank you, gods, thank you for...for letting me do this.”

Lavender continued to shiver with pleasure, her body hot and sweaty despite the cooling air. She squeezed Harry’s hips between her pale, smooth thighs, whimpering with sadness his cock slipped from inside her.

“Harry, Harry,” she gasped. “I...I can’t breath. Please!”

Harry lifted himself on his elbows and knees, then leaned down and ravished her lips and mouth with his own. She moaned and panted with delight for another minute or two, but finally sadly broke the contact.

“It’s getting late, Harry, we need to get back,” she sighed.

Harry nodded and moved from on top of her, grinning as he saw the evidence of their passion glistening on her pussy and thighs. There were even a few drops of her virginal blood here and there.

“I...I’m sorry I hurt you, Lav,” he said sincerely, “you were just so, so tight. Are you alright? Really?”

She smiled and nodded. “I’m fine, just a little, well, a little sore. It’s not too bad. But, Harry, why? Why did you push into me when I asked you to stop?”

“You didn’t enjoy it?” Harry countered.

“Well, yes, of course I enjoyed it, but I asked you to stop!” she complained.

“You were just nervous, you know you really wanted to do it,” Harry continued, believing everything he was saying. “I guess you were surprised how much it hurt to start with. Both Katie and Alicia said their first time was surprisingly painful.”

“I, well, I guess you’re right,” Lavender conceded, her own thoughts confused. She had wanted to stop but Harry was right about how wonderful it had been once they had really gotten into it.

They dressed quickly, both blushing a little as they charmed their fluids from their cloaks, then hurried back to the castle. There were a few other stragglers arriving at the same time so they weren’t too conspicuous.

“Harry,” Lavender said as they arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall, “we...we need to go in separately. Actually, I don’t think I’ll go in at all. I know I’m walking just a little funny. It sort of, well, sort of stings down there. I’m not mad, honest, it was just wonderful! If you can, ask Parvati to bring me something to snack on.”

Lavender gave him a quick kiss and walked off. Harry noticed that her gait was just a little bit different.

Harry went in and sat next to Hermione and across from Ginny.

“Where have you been, Harry? Dinner started a couple minutes ago,” Hermione asked.

“Oh, just not in a hurry to get back. It was such a nice day today,” he grinned looking over at Ginny, who smiled back shyly. “Don’t tell me you’ve eaten it all already?” he joked.

“I’m going to have just one piece each night before bed. That should give me good dreams, don’t you think?” she asked happily.

“Ahh, I don’t give you good dreams,” Harry moped. “Figures, you’re just after my money.”

“Harry! No, I don’t, I never...” Ginny blushed and stammered.

“I’m joking, Ginny, just teasing,” Harry said quickly. He had forgotten how touchy all the Weasleys were about money, since they had so little to spare.

“I am disappointed that I don’t give you good dreams, though,” he repeated, a little leering grin curling his lips.

Ginny blushed some more. “Well, I...I do dream about you sometimes, about what you...you did for me my first year,” she admitted shyly.

“That’s not exactly what I meant, Ginny,” Harry added, “but that’s alright. You know I’d do it again.”

She smiled gratefully then blushed deeper as she finally realized what Harry was driving at.

“Harry,” she whispered, “I..I don’t have dreams like that. Well, maybe a couple, but you’re not in them. Or, well, now that I think of it...” Her blush deepened even further.

“That’s alright, Ginny,” Harry assured her with a big grin. “I shouldn’t tease you so much about it, but your blush always sets off your hair so nicely!”

She giggled at that and returned to her meal. Harry ate heartily, thinking, “Sex really builds up an appetite! Gods! I still can’t believe that I fucked Lavender! In the woods! And to top it all, I got her cherry! If her cum wasn’t still on my cock, I’d think that I had imagined it all.”

As dinner was ending Parvati came over and sat next to Harry.

“Where’s Lavender?” she asked.

“Oh, I ran into her on the way back. She said she was tired and would you bring her something to snack on,” Harry told the beautiful, dusky witch. His cock twitched just a little as his eyes wandered over her shapely body.

“I wonder what fucking Parvati would be like?” he mused. “I wonder if she’s a virgin? I wonder if she knows the...the, oh, what the hell is that book? Oh, yeah, the Kama Sutra! That would be outrageous!”

“Oh, well, thank you, Harry,” Parvati said with a sweet smile. “I’ll grab some fruit and a tart or two. Thank you, again, for the chocolate. I’m sure Padma will thank you personally tomorrow, but she’s already back in Ravenclaw tower. I had a really nice time today, Harry.”

As there were only a few people still in the Great Hall, she gave him a soft, short kiss on the lips, then blushed a little and giggled.

“It was my pleasure,” Harry replied, his thoughts again going back to Lavender’s soft body under his.

“I wonder if Lav will tell Parvati what happened?” he mused as he got up and offered Parvati his hand. “Maybe that will get her interested in trying it with me. I bet she would be just amazing! I’m really starting to like shagging!”