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New chapter two is available.
Major edits here. Unfortunately I've had to relocate one of the lemons. It didn't quite fit in this chapter.

Reminder that this means that the following chapters are completely out of place and wrong. So they're there if someone is curious but they will make no sense with combined with this narrative.

Hopefully this chapter will answer some questions. Not all of them since I'm not going to spill all my secrets.

Now, enjoy some plot. I command thee.


Harry Potter looked up from the Marauder's Map, where he had been searching for Draco Malfoy, spotting him pacing in a room, accompanied by Goyle and Crabbe with Parkinson across the room.

Harry frowned, he was certain that door wasn't meant to be there in the wall before him. Cautious he slipped he stepped through. There was a cry, and a flash a light. He dived aside, already yanking his wand out.

"Oh my god! Harry I'm so sorry!" A familiar high voice cried. Harry was brought to a short stop, looking up to see a rather distraught Lavender Brown.

"It's fine," he said, straightening. "That was rather impressive." He noted the number of blackened dummies, obviously blasted with the full might of a god. Lavender looked tense and nervous despite his lack of injuries. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," she squeaked, far too quickly. Harry frowned, she had stepped back as he had stepped forward. Her shoulders slumped when she he hadn't been fooled. "I just wanted be alone to vent a little."

"Is it about Ron?" Harry asked. Considering that only a few days ago Lavender officially broke up with the Weasley that was quite likely. It had been a bit of a public spectacle when the blond outright told him she was breaking up with him in the middle of the common room. He didn't quite no the reason but Ron had pretty much set every Gyrffindor girl against him when he acted like it didn't mean a thing. Despite the fact she was the one breaking up with him she had still burst into tears.

Lavender seemed suddenly interested in her feet.

"It's about him," she finally blurted.

"Do you want to talk about it? This is the room of requirement and I guess it thought you needed me.” Lavender's eyes snapped up to look at him, wide in surprise.

"No." She muttered, lacking much conviction. Harry paused and she shifted uncomfortably before meeting his eyes. For a moment she seemed to think before she she relaxed, if only slightly as Lavender summoned her Gryffindor courage. “Can I trust you?”

"Of course." A ghost of a smile appeared on her face. Although it disappeared as she looked away, obviously thinking, before turning her back on him completely.

"Umm, Lavender?" He stammered as she shrugged off her top, having unbuttoned it.

The expanse of her back was revealed to him, showing off her womanly curves and smooth skin. She didn't answer him. Despite him not wanting to ogle her, his eyes were drawn to her shoulders, where they spread from the delicate curves of her neck. Unbidden he roamed further, view drifting down the wondrously smooth looking skin of her back. Following the curves as they drew in before flaring out at her hips again. Her jeans were tight and granted Harry the shapes of her lovely thighs and buttocks.

Harry's eyes snapped back up as Lavender turned and gazed at him. His cheeks flared red in shame and embarrassment. Sure he had seen a naked woman, even more exposed than Lavender. Yet he felt guilty from the way she wrapped her arms to cover her chest, where her large breasts were well supported by her underwear.

"Lavender. Umm, why? Why did you do that?" He asked, trying not sounding shocked. A powerful blush washed the blond girl's features, she uncertainty clear.

"Harry, do you think I'm pretty?" She stammered slightly over her words. Somehow she managed to pull off a wonderful combination of innocent and sexy.

Harry paused again, trying to comprehend the cheery, sweet Lavender Brown was asking. Was she truly insincere about her looks? Then again, Ron had just dumped her without a care.

"Lav, you're gorgeous." Harry breathed with sincerity. The red that flushed her face darkened and spread down her neck. Tantalising near her cleavage. "Ron's an idiot."

"Thank you Harry." Lavender murmured bashfully, "He isn't though." she continued. She wouldn't look Harry in the eye. "He just too hung up on Hermione." Surprisingly she didn't sound sour about it, just a little sad.

Harry had to admit that she was right there. He was well aware of Ron's feelings for Hermione. He had just been letting them make their own decisions. Since the curse had come up he had been avoid Hermione. Before that, well he really hadn't thought Hermione would ever love him back. Now that he and Hermione were together in some sense of the word, he was worried about Ron's reaction. Honestly he was worried about telling Ron the truth in the first place but this would be the actual problem.

"Was that why you broke up with him?" Harry asked, trying not to let his concern about his own situation show on his face. She frowned and again seemed to wrestle with herself.

“Sort of, he didn't want to shag me.” She admitted meekly. Harry was surprised, although he could tell if it was how shy she was about the subject or that she was choosing to share with him. Lavender appeared to be the most flirty of the Gryffindor girls in his year. He felt a welling of guilt, maybe he had he wrong, thinking her one of the most promiscuous. He did have evidence that the quiet, bookish ones could be the most enthusiastic.

“He would've been thinking of Hermione the whole time. I'm just the girl desperate to get a taste of a Quiddich star to him.” Lavender continued and Harry kept quiet. He certainly had that opinion of her.

"I could've gone for for just anyone. Its just when he was playing he looked so... manly" She sighed a little. A little wistfully. "I wasn't really thinking about it. I just wanted to have a real boyfriend and,” She cut off again, blushing intensely. “I just wanted to have sex. I knew Ron was into Hermione, but he was well Ron. I thought I could just be with him for that.” She winced at her own words.

From the way she spoke she wasn't anywhere near as promiscuous as people expected. Him included. He didn't know for sure but he wondered if she had even had her first time. He couldn't recall her ever having a boyfriend before Ron. She dressed loosely, showed off her good looks and flirted with boys regularly. Yet the Lavender in front of him didn't seem the same. Although she was mostly naked before him.

“I thought Ron would've. I mean you're gorgeous.” Harry admitted. He chance a glance at Lavender's exposed body. Then realised his mistake and looked away, the way she had been simply standing before him. Most of curvaceous glory on display.

Lavender realised the fact at the same time. Quickly she dipped back down to pick up her discarded clothing. She didn't look upset at Harry ogling her. However he politely turned away as she dressed herself, not about to take advantage of the view. As much as he desperately wanted to as the fabric rustled as she bent over. It would give him another obscured view at her generous cleavage.

“Thank you Harry.” She called once she was dressed, a happy lilt in her voice. Harry turned to see a stunning, if somewhat flirty smile. Lavender seemed back to her usual self. “Well Ronie-kins has his work cut out for him. With you and Hermione.”

“Uh, yeah. About that. You think you could kept that quiet?”

“Maybe,” Lavender gave a teasing grin and took a few steps forwards, swaying her hips. Having seen her half naked she was all the more tempting. “Perhaps you should show me why she upgraded.”

Harry responded with a charming smirk, something he had discovered he was capable of over the summer. Confidence in his appeal to the ladies was one of the many changes that had taken place, while he recovered from the loss of Sirius. The old dog would probably be quite proud of him, he thought to himself.

“A date then?” He said. Lavender, blinked her wide doe brown eyes in surprise. She hadn't expected something to actually come of her fun. “Gotta beat Ron, right? How does Hogsmede sound?”

The pretty blonde's mouth was in a surprised and happy o-shape. She recovered and gave him a sincere smile.

“Oh that would be wonderful. Just a date though, right?” She gave him a wink, she was actually serious about getting laid. He wasn't certain he could provide that, he could be quite promiscuous but he knew that he wasn't about to play with a girl's heart and whatever the intentions going into the deal it wouldn't be a casual hook up.

He considered rescinding his offer there. Although he couldn't bring himself to do that. Not to mention his libido, having taken in the Brown girl's form, was still throbbing. Its voice in the back of his head pushing him onwards, she was a gorgeous girl and she was willing. Why not, the only problem was his own uncertainty. What could he possibly lose about going the same route with Lavender as the others.

He pushed the voice down, although it was still there, teasing the back of his mind. Despite what he told himself, he was succumbing. “Maybe.” He responded, teasingly. “You alright with tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Its not a Hogsmede weekend though.”

“Let me worry about that. Can you meet me at the One-eyed witch statue after? I promise we'll have fun, and we don't have to worry about people making a fuss so soon after you broke up.”

Lavender's grin broadened. “Okay.” She said happily, bouncing forward a few steps and wrapping her arms around Harry. He was ever aware of her breast squished up against his chest but force himself to focus elsewhere. On the happy peck on the cheek she gave him, and the little magical shock that ran through his system. So much for avoiding getting her caught up in all his problems. He grinned, wrapping his arms back around her for a moment before she pulled back.

“I'm looking forward to it.” She giggled, breathlessly. Still with her arms around him. It would only take a moment to lean forwards and capture her full, pink lips. To taste her and test their softness. After all, it wasn't like he could get dragged any deeper than he was already. He held off though, he'll save it for after he explained everything.

“So am I.” Harry admitted. He was indeed looking forward to his evening with this charming, beautiful girl. He released her and she flounced away, towards the door.

“Thank you for the talk Harry.” She said. “I did need it.” With that she slipped out. Leaving Harry alone in the room. He noticed that the Room had changed sometime during their conversation. instead of a training room representative of the one used by Dumbledore's Army, it now was a simple semi-circular room. White marble walls and floor. With five empty portraits spaced along the curved wall. He stepped closer.

All of the empty frames were incredibly ornate, done in differing styles and gilding. Bronze with flares and gentle curves, wings he realised. Gold, with bold, sharp lines. Silver, coiling and curving, very clearly snake-like. The fourth was in fact a dark wood, solid and thick set. It was very clear they each represented Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Harry wondered in puzzlement at them. He didn't know the Room could summon portraits, although they were empty and Harry wondered where the occupants were, if they even had occupants having been conquered up.

The fifth and final painting was the largest of them all, flanked on both sides. It was a plain, golden framed, except along the bottom where upon a crafted metal scroll the words Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus were inscribed. 'Never tickle a sleeping dragon.', the Hogwarts motto. Indeed as he stepped towards the painting he realised that what he though a green hilly landscape refined itself he could pick out the details. Scales, masses of bright green scales of a dragon coiling upon itself in sleep. The sight sent a shiver through him, partly of fear. His experience with the Hungarian Horntail during the Triwizard Tournament had left him with a healthy respect for the firebreathing lizards.

Yet there was another sensation. A calming awe as he gazed upon the majestic creature. Sleeping calmly yet belying the immense power in those resting muscles. Hogwart's motto suddenly seemed all the more applicable. However Harry noticed that for the detail, there was not a shift in the painting. Not the white clouds in the background or the grass beneath the dragon's claws. Or the light wisp of smoke drifting upwards from its nostrils.

He was surprised, it wasn't a magical painting? That was almost unheard of in the Wizarding world, at least for him. He remembered how Ron and Mr Weasley seemed so fascinated by still images. He wondered just what this version of the Room of Requirement was. Perhaps Hermione would have some answers. He chuckled to himself, she had actually read Hogwarts, a History. Perhaps there would be answers in there.

Hermione! He forgot that he was heading to meet her in the library when he was waylaid by the room and Lavender Brown. With one last curious glance around the room he quickly fled the scene not looking forward to being late. Or having to explain his upcoming date with Lavender.

When he reached it, the library was quiet. As libraries were. Although he got a glare from Madam Pince as he did so, as was usual. No one took much notice of him as he wandered the stacks, looking for Hermione.

He found her, leaning over a tome. Bushy hair cascading in an attractive mess. As he approached, smiling building on his face she looked up.

“You're late.” She commented flatly.

“Sorry.” Harry muttered apologetically. Leaning over to kiss her swiftly on the lips. It was short, far too short for Harry. He managed to detach himself. Her eyelids fluttered open, the brown orbs full of love and adoration. Harry desperately wanted to kiss her again. He quickly sat next to her, giving into the great pink cloud building in his chest.

Hermione gasped into his mouth. One hand wrapping into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him deeper. For a moment they kissed passionately, while hidden in the depths of the library. It almost felt like what Harry could imagine as a normal situation with his girlfriend. Although he had to admit that after his mistakes with Cho, he really could never have a normal relationship. Which is why he enjoyed these stolen moments where nothing existed except the woman he loved in his arms. Then again he could feel the rumbles of her content purrs reverberating thorough him. Sometimes, normal was over rated.

When they pulled apart again it was with great reluctance. Both of them were flushed and their lips lightly chafed. Harry didn't think she could look more sensual while clothing on. A glance at the open book on the table brought his mind back to the reason he was here.

“Did you find anything?” He asked, hopefully. Hermione broke herself out of a similar happy haze.

“No,” She shook her head. There were traces of doubt in her voice. “Harry, are you sure you're not just imagining this?” She waved her hand vaguely, between the two of them and the apparently irrelevant book.

The heated snog now pushed to the back of his mind. Harry wished he could say he was upset that Hermione didn't believe him. It hurt yes, yet no more than the same as it was for the situation with the Half Blood Prince's book, or Draco Malfoy's nefariousness plans. Being lovers for three days hadn't done much to align the pairs opinions. Indeed, most of the time they absconded to privacy when Hermione's nature got the best of her. With actual discussion pushed to the side.

“I'm not imagining it.” Harry replied. His voice even and he caught Hermione's uncertain gaze with conviction. She studied him for a moment, so confident in her understanding of her best friend. All she could see was the certainty in his words. He believed his words, unequivocally. Hermione wished she could say the same.

The moment stretched, and Harry kept himself stoic. He trusted her. With his life. With his secrets. With his heart, even though he had never consciously made the decision. Yet, he was afraid. Bond or no, she would make the decisions she thought was right, from what she thought was true.

“Alright,” She said finally. “I'll keep looking, Harry.” The smile she gave him washed away his concerns. Whatever she believed, he knew he could rely on Hermione Granger.

He lent over and planted a light kiss to her temple. “Have I ever told you how I couldn't live without you.”

Hermione laughed quietly. “I wouldn't mind hearing it again.” She whispered huskily. Kissing him gently. When they parted she closed the book in front of him and pushed it towards him. “You can help me out and put this back right Harry?” She asked, with faux sweetness.

Harry chuckled but obeyed her. Glancing at the title of the book. “Carnal Concoctions and other Passionate Potions?” He asked. Hermione blushed.

“I thought there might be an explanation of how love potions work.” She frowned. “It was just a load of drivel.”

Harry took her explanation and left her to return the book to its rightful shelf. Although there wasn't any tension between them Harry still had to bring up his date tomorrow and he had no idea how Hermione would react, not well most likely since she and Lavender had not been on the best of terms while the blonde had been dating Ron.



Harry was glad the illicit date had gone well so far. When he met Lavender at the secret passage way, she had been excited. Harry couldn't deny he too had been looking forward to their excursion, drifting through classes in anticipation.

The doe-eyed blonde had been absolutely bubbly the entire time. Sneaking through the tunnel and huddling together his invisibility cloak had been an adventure and he most certainly didn't mind the closeness. Neither did Lavender as it seemed because when the emerged from hiding on the streets, she clung to his arm happily.

Despite the cold drizzle that hung over the day, they had dressed for the weather, Harry didn't mind journeying through the streets of Hogsmede. Lavender was the one that led him around, from clothing store to clothing store. He was happy to see her enjoying herself even if he couldn't appreciate it himself.

As the afternoon drifted into the evening. The rain lightened a little and Harry accompanied Lavender out of a bookshop. She had suggested it, and spent most of her time browsing the texts related to divination. Walking side by side, Lavender subtly slipped her hand into his. She leant into his side, her fingers laced through his.

“I'm having so much fun.” She said. Harry didn't think she looked any more radiant than when she smiled at him as she said it. She snuggled even closer. The few locals of Hogsmede fondly looking the way of the couple, not unused to Hogwarts students getting out during the week. “Can we stay a bit longer.”

“Dinner then?” Harry asked. When Lavender agree he lead her to the The Three Broomsticks. With the short daylight already coming to a close there weren't an extensive number of options available. Madam Puddifoot's thankfully did not serve actual food so it was out of the running.

As they ate, Lavender chatted happily and Harry was happy to supply his far smaller side of the conversation. She told him about her passion for Divination, how the joy in it for her was uncovering the mystery involved. Harry was rather surprised what he, Hermione and Ron had missed by discounting the class. Lavender continued to babble, and Harry grew comfortable with the ultimately one-sided conversation. It was simply her way.

After they had finished the meal, Lavender shifted herself in the booth. Cuddling into Harry's side, as he rested his arm around her. Sipping Butterbeers and making small talk under the knowing gaze of Madam Rosmertera and a grinning Tonks waggling her eyebrows from across the room. Harry barely noticed, his attention on the blonde easily worming her way further and further into a pink haze in his mind. He knew that he had the biggest grin on his face and right now he didn't care if her looked stupid.

“Harry.” she muttered, her cheeks red as she looked up at him head still resting on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” He hummed a acknowledgement. Far too comfortable to speak, unwilling to disturb the comfortable moment that had formed between them. Yet as he looked into her wide, beautiful brown eyes he knew exactly what she was going to say.

They were sparkling, full of adoration and love that filled his heart to the point of bursting. In the back of his mind he marvelled at how in the space of a single day things had changed. Yet, he familiar guilt raised its ugly head.

“I think I love you.” She said, smiling at him.

He was wrong about his heart's capacity earlier, now it felt like it was shattering his ribcage as it restarted with a heavy thump. Accompanied by happy fluttering in his stomach and a hazy warmth blurring through his chest. He couldn't stop a bright smile that broke across his face as he leaned closer.

“I think I love you too.” He replied, licking his lips as his eyes dropped Lavender's painted red ones.

She shifted in his grip, and he felt the softness of her lips against his. A moment of tasteful softness, then another. It felt so right and Harry could think of nothing else but the sweet, happy blonde in his arms.

Then, Lavender giggled into his mouth and he couldn't help but grin into the kiss. Pulling a back a moment later. She continued to giggle happily, curling into his shoulder. Bright and happy. Then the guilt returned, settling like a disgusting taste in the back of his throat.

“Lav,” He managed to begin. The girl stiffened at his tone. “Don't you think falling on love in a day is well, a bit weird?” Her eyes widened. Confusion and fear clouding them. He gently placed a finger to her lips to stop her from answering. He gently stroked his fingers over her cheek, trying to reassure her as much as he could.

“There's this thing about me. This whole,” He gestured vaguely, sighing. “Thing. It just happens, like magic.” He couldn't meet Lavender's gaze. “It, ah, forced you to fall in love with me. It's happened before, there are other woman in my life.”

“I-i don't,” Lavender began, her voice shaky and uncertain. “I don't understand.” She reach up and gripped the hand brushing against her cheek. Holding tightly like it was a lifeline. Harry felt the same.

“Do you remember yesterday, when you kissed me? Did you feel something like a spark.” Now finally brave enough to face Lavender's gaze. She nodded numbly. “That was it, after that you thought of me more? Liked the idea of being around me? All of today you felt more complete when you were around me when you've never felt that before?”

“Yes.” She muttered, downtrodden.

“Lavender,” He squeezed her hand. “I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want to be with me. It's just, it works both ways.”

A silence fell between them. Lavender kept her head down, staring at where their hands were clasped before them.

“I do.” She muttered. Before repeating it louder “I want to. I don't care, its real to me.”

She pulls her hand from his grasp only to press closer. Wrapping her arm around his trunk, Squeezing tightly as if to hold on to him. She needn't worry, Harry wasn't planning on going anywhere. Instead he pulled her tighter. Broad grin stretching onto his face. He rested his check against her blond locks.

“Thank you,” He whispered into her hair. The tension washing from his body.

She shifted slightly in his grip and moments later they were kissing again. Her lips were soft and their touches were tender. An assurance, affirmation of their burgeoning feelings. It was a moment that lasted for eternity.

When they separated she had a mischievous, happy glint in her eye.

“So Harry, how many other girls do you have on the side?” Harry choked, staring at her in shock. Only to prompt a round of giggling. He had to chuckle with her, her cheerfulness was infectious. The last of his concerns were forgotten. “So?” She repeated.

“Well, umm, it feels kinda of weird talking about them.” He began but she hushed him.

“No, I don't want to know who. Just how many.” Lavender shifted her position, leaning back against him, angled across the bench in their little booth. “I want to figure it out.”

He chuckled. “Fine. Six. You're never going to guess some of them though.”

She pouted for a moment. Before grinning “Challenge accepted. Hermione, she's one. Its obvious.”

Harry grimaced before responding. “Yeah, she is. Kind of.”

“Kind of?” She twisted to see his face.

“You said it was obvious but actually its a recent development.” He awkwardly ruffled his hair. “We've still have a few things to sort out. Lets not talk about it. Tonight is about you.” He finished with a smile. Quickly planting a peck to Lavender's forehead. She smiled happily in return.

“Tonight?” Her playful tone shifted, somewhat more husky which caused havoc with certain parts of his anatomy. “Are we planning to stay here.” Harry couldn't quite tell what she was asking. Was there a trace a hope in her tone. Sure she had made comments about how she wanted experience. Was that what she was suggesting.

Lavender was still waiting for an answer, a expectant look on her beautiful, full features. Harry bit back a groan, he was over thinking this.

“Do you want to?”

She blushed and nodded. Harry couldn't help but fight back his growing arousal at the thought of spending a night together with the beautiful blond. He shifted so he could press a kiss to her lips.

The rest of the evening continued, the conversation had now shifted where it was mostly Harry talking. The conversation shifted away from Harry and his bonding. Again Lavender took most of the command. Although as the next hour or so passed innuendos slipped more and more into their discussion. Leaving Harry so frustrated he was sure that it was obvious to both Madam Rosmerta and Tonks. The later had left sometime, he wasn't sure when, throwing him a wink on her way out.

Rosemerta herself simply wore a knowing whenever she offer them more drinks. When an uncomfortable Harry asked for a room for the night she had simply laughed and understood without causing a fuss. Something both Harry and Lavender were thankful for.

Although she had become a little nervous as they neared the culmination. Lavender had been willing to accompany Harry up to their room when night had completely fallen, and had been for some time. He hoped that he wasn't rushing her, even if she wanted it.

Closing the door Harry moved up behind his date. He gently placed rubbed his hands up and down her arms.

"Relax Lav, we have all night," he offered. She did seem to respond to his touch, leaning back and relaxing.

"I'm okay," she said. "Just nervous."

"Don't be," he whispered before cupping her cheek and gently turning her head over her shoulder and kissing her.

She sighed happily, quickly accepting the tender kiss. She twisted in his embrace so her sizeable chest pressed up against him. Harry finally didn't have to avoid peeking since underneath her jacket she hadn't worn a very concealing shirt.

Lavender very quickly intensified the kiss. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside her warm mouth. She moaned as hers responded in a wild dance. He certainly enjoyed her enthusiasm as she almost seemed to feast on his mouth. His already eager loins were stirred even more. Already aching from her flirting. For someone who admitted she hadn't had sex, she certainly was a tease.

Her hands slipped under his shirt, soft fingers tracing over his chest. His hands rested on her waist, causing her to grind her hips forward. Now she certainly could feel his hardening member. She broke away from the kiss. Her brown eyes hooded with desire.

"Harry, can I try something." she whispered with need. She began to lower herself down his body. Trailing light, sensual kisses on his down his chest until she rested on her haunches. Caught off guard by how forward she was Harry didn't stop her. Truly he didn't want to stop her.

She lent forwards the bulge in his trousers and inhaled his scent before her hands set about removing his pants. In a frenzy of activity she made quick work of them and stripped out of her own shirt.

Harry's boxers were next, his released shaft slapping into her face. She shared an eager moan with Harry as her soft hands wrapped around it. Her attention was focused on his cock. From his position above her he had a clear view of her tracts of smooth flesh, nearly spilling from her lacy white bra, and the enticing valley between.

Her wondrous hand continued to tend his cock, becoming ever more vigorous. Harry set a hand in Lavender's blond tresses and forced her face against his shaft.

"Go on and suck me Lav," he commanded. She hummed eagerly, tilting her head up to look at him. Two dark, hungry orbs gazed up at him filled with desire. Gaze locked with him, her tongue slid out, longer than seemed possible, and lapped around his cock.

"Oh shit," Harry groaned at both the erotic sight and the sensation. Once she had thoroughly coated it she took his cock in her mouth and sunk down on it, moaning in pleasure.

"God Lav that's good," he said. She was already bobbing her head faster and faster. Her warm wet mouth slick and amazing around his cock is she fucked her face down it again and again.

Harry had both hands on her head, moaning as she worked on him. The way her tongue slithered, the tight heat. After how built up he had been his impending release was not far off.

"Fuck Lavender!" He cried, she moaned around him, encouraged. After only a few strokes he felt an imminent orgasm approach. The blonde woman was beyond amazing.

"Lav, I'm... I'm gonna... Fuck!" He erupted like a volcano. Hot fluids splurged into Lavender's mouth as she slowed to a vigorous bob to swallow his seed. She moaned joyously as she came from the sensation. She pulled off with a satisfied pop, her chest heaving. For a moment the two did nothing, breathing deeply.

Lavender drew her hand out from under her skirt where she had been probing herself. She looked at the juices coating her hand then up at Harry. Brown eyes wide in wonderment, disbelieving her own achievement.

"I... Wow!" She struggled to find the word. Harry chuckled, she looked a endearing like that as well as incredibly sexy.

"Wow indeed," he breathed and pulled her to her feet. "You were fucking amazing. Was this your first time." She giggled and nodded before dissolving into another moan as he sucked her fingers clean.

“I've,” She drew out. “Researched.”

"You know that usually sounds so boring. Not any more.” Harry gave a You ready for more?"

"Fuck yes!" She breathed huskily. Throwing herself forwards, slamming her lips against his. If they weren't already bruised from they would be now.

Harry took charge, manoeuvring them until her legs met the bed. He pushed Lavender down onto the bed, stepping out of his trousers and following after. She moaned as continued to kiss her fiercely. Her hands played across his broad back as her tongue played with his.

Harry dragged off her skirt, tossing it away. His next target was her breasts. One hand enveloped her soft flesh and he squeezed lightly. She groaned desperately, breaking away from the kiss, trailing a piece of saliva between their lips

"You like my big tits Harry?" She gushed. She arching her body, grinding her mound against his dick while fighting to unclasp her bra. With her breasts exposed Harry's single hand cupped one once again. The pad of his thumb brushing across her rosy red nipple. She gasped and shuddered.

"Yes I do Lav," Harry whispered, kissing his way down towards her valley. "Let me show you just how much I like them." He took one in his mouth as proof, sucking and nipping the bud lightly.

"Morgana!" She cried. The way her and the way she bucked her hips against his cock caused him to groan in response. He switched breasts but Lavender had other ideas.

Her instincts were driving her to more. She pushed him away with a whimper then quickly slid her damp panties down her long, silken smooth legs until they hooked over one ankle.

"Harry, make love to me. Please." The witch pleaded. Spreading her thighs invitingly, granting Harry a good view of the beautiful girl's snatch. They way she laid, so vulnerable.

He shifted between her bent knees. One hand guiding his meat stick towards her hungry pussy. She whimpered in anticipation and a little nervousness as the tip pressed against her puffy lips.

Harry groaned at the tightness as he pushed into her incredible heat. The girl shifted in discomfort as he stretched. Although he found no barrier. Perhaps a part of her 'research'. Cautiously she bucked her hip, and cried out in pleasure. Her discomfort all but forgotten. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her body took over, hips sinking off his shaft then thrusting back up.

"Merlin. You're so tight Lav," Harry groaned, responding by matching her. Her velvet embrace drew him in eagerly. He groaned again as her dripping cunt worked around his penis. Lavender enjoyed their building pace, fighting off the desire to go wild.

"Fuck, that's good. Oh...oh yes Harry, I never thought it would be so good." she said. Breaking off their kiss to gasp.

Her breathless voice drove Harry to deepen his thrusts. Her legs wrapped around her hips. The room filled the sound of slapping flesh and Lavender's cries of, "More!"

Harry sat back, taking in a full view of the gorgeous succubus. An image he knew would be burned into his mind. Her head was writhing on the sheets, eyes shut and golden curls splayed around her. Her delicious large breasts bounced and she moaned beautifully each time their organs slapped. Delicate hands clutched the bed as she rode through her pleasure.

The amazing sight caused him to reach his edge. Her pussy clamped down on his member as he hammered her deepest spot.

"Harry... Keep... Ah you'll... Ahh! make me Cum!" The young woman screamed as he pounded his cock her, feeling his shaft preparing to unleash.

"Fuck! Lavender I'm gonna cum." Harry growled. He tried staving off until her internal walls pulsed in orgasm. Her body bucked and she threw her head back in a silent scream, ecstasy written all over her features. Harry responded as he coated her insides, his own world exploding.

"Oh why did I wait so long?" Lavender said after they came down from their high. She pushed up with strength her limp form shouldn't possess, rolling them over and straddling his waist. She leant down to plant a kiss against Harry's lips. Her large tits hanging and pressed nicely against his chest. She giggled. "No wonder your girlfriends are willing to share you. You are fucking amazing."

"Careful," Harry chuckled, "I might get a big head if you keep saying that." Lavender sat back up, showing off her wonderful curves and breasts. “For your first time you were amazing yourself.”

"Well thank you." she said with a giggle. “And you've already got a big enough head where it counts.” Her pussy muscles worked to bring his sheathed weapon back to full strength as she ground her hips against him. Harry watched where his cock was swallowed into her pink slippery lips. The sight and sensation gave her just what she wanted.

"Fuck. Harrryy. So big." Her head fell back, golden coils decorating her back and shoulders. Her rolling motions picked up. Harry set his hands on the sweet curves of her hips to encourage her. All the while he drank in the sight of her. From her trimmed blond strip, up her smooth stomach, over her swaying jugs to her sweet features twisted in pleasure.

"Merlin," he grunted. "You're beautiful Lav." She groaned and tightened around him. Her eyes flicking open, lust dark orbs gazing down at him with a mischievous smile.

"Just watch," she purred, stretching her arms above her head stretching her body out for her perusal. Her back arched, curvaceous lines twisting and tantalising. Breasts pushed outwards and upwards. Lavender lifted her hips up his cock as far as she could maintaining exposed pose before dropping down. Her eyes widened and the blond cried out as his cock knocked at her womb. She basked in the sensation before repeating herself, getting harder and faster.

Harry was lost in the incredible sensation as the seductress impaled herself while she quickly abandoned her exhibition. One hand braced her pounded actions while the other moved to maul her tits. He watched her fingers sinking into her soft flesh, the sight only matched by her beautifully features adorned in pleasure. Their combined ecstatic cries could probably be heard throughout the pub. Neither even noticed.

"Harry. Harry. Cum. Fill me," Lavender hissed, pinching her pink nipples and she rode him. She was nearing her edge as she bounced wildly. He could only grunt in acknowledgement as every drive of her hips blew his mind.

Lavender's eyes snapped open, her head thrown back. She tensed, tightened her walls around her lover's swelling cock. She writhed above him, all semblance of rhythm lost in screaming her orgasm to the ceiling as she rode through it. Harry bucked in response, gripping tight to her hips. His cock unleashing another load of semen into her womb.

For some time she shuddered above him, her arms bracing herself against his leg before Lavender's fully collapsed across his chest, his cock slipping from her. The girl's eyes glazed and her breathing heavy. He brought his arms to wrap around her waist. Her arms lazily hooked around his neck.

In their post-coital bliss he gazed down at the beautiful sight. Lavender was almost glowing. They just basked in the silence for a few minutes while her senses returned to her.

"Does this mean I'm you girlfriend Harry?" Lavender eventual asked, voice quiet. Her brown eyes watching him teasingly.

"If you want to be my girlfriend." He kissed her. "I'm in love with you Lavender. Even if it can't be official, I would be mad to turn down such an amazing woman."

She flushed and snuggled against him happily.

"I must admit fucking a gorgeous witch is an amazing bonus," he added after a brief pause. He gave her a devilish grin. His hands moved down her body to cup her ass. She giggled and her face lit up.

"Well," she purred. "If you're up to it-" She planted a kiss on his neck before licking up his jaw line to the shell of his ear. "-this particular witch is willing to offer you some more bonus." Harry eagerly caught her mouth with his own, rolling her over once again.