Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
The week at Hogwarts progressed at its usual pace. Harry spent his mornings in class, interacting with his classmates and trying to stay focused on his studies, although his mind often wandered to other, more complex and intimate matters. Gryffindor's Quidditch game against Slytherin was scheduled for the weekend, and anticipation was already taking over the school.
Harry took advantage of his free moments to review plays with his team and, at the same time, tried to understand the distance he felt growing between him and Hermione. She was becoming more and more engrossed in her studies, preparing for her NEWTs, and the fact that Ron was away most of the time only seemed to make things worse.
On Friday afternoon, after a long charms session with Professor Flitwick, Harry found Hermione in the library. She was sitting alone, surrounded by books, with an expression of concern evident on her face.
"Hi, Hermione!" said Harry, approaching with a smile. He noticed that she wasn't as cheerful as usual, and that worried him.
"Hi, Harry," she replied, looking up from her parchment. His smile was brief and didn't reach his eyes.
"Studying for the NEWTs?" he asked, sitting down next to her.
"Yes, of course. They are incredibly difficult." She tried to sound excited, but Harry could tell there was something else bothering her.
He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "You've been very busy this year... and distant. Everything is fine?"
Hermione sighed and closed the book in front of her, as if she had been waiting for that question. "I'm just a little overwhelmed, Harry. Ron isn't here, the NEWT.s are consuming me, and…" She trailed off, biting her lip, clearly wondering if she should continue.
"And?" Harry encouraged, leaning a little closer.
"And I feel insecure. Ron and I only see each other on Hogsmeade weekends, and even then, he's sometimes busy with work at the Ministry. And then there's you…"
"I?" Harry asked, frowning.
"I see how girls are around you, Harry. And how...different you are this year. More confident, more… sought after." Hermione looked away, blushing a little. "I feel like I'm missing something, like everything is changing around me and I can't keep up."
Harry was silent for a moment, absorbing her words. He knew he was more confident, more open to new experiences, but he didn't want that to affect his friendship with Hermione.
"Hermione, you know you can always count on me, no matter what. Ron is also trying to find his way, but that doesn't mean he cares about you any less. And as for me... well, things are different, but that doesn't change what you mean to me."
Hermione looked at him, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. "I know, Harry. I just... I miss the way things were before. When it was just the three of us, facing the world together."
"We're still facing the world together," Harry said with a warm smile. "Just in different ways. And as for Ron, I know he misses you as much as you miss him."
Hermione nodded slowly, looking a little more relieved. "Maybe you're right. I just need to adjust. But I..." She hesitated, searching for the right words. "I feel alone. Ron is always away, and... I don't know what to do. I don't want to break up with him, but at the same time, I don't know if I can continue like this, waiting, not knowing if things will change."
Harry watched her for a moment, understanding her dilemma. He knew how much Hermione loved Ron, but he also knew that the distance was weighing on her in a way he hadn't realized before.
"It's normal to feel this way, Hermione," he said, trying to comfort her. "Things are hard right now, but maybe you just need time to figure out what you really want."
Hermione nodded, but the anguish in her eyes remained. "I miss him, but... it's more than that. I feel like I'm missing something, Harry. And seeing you… so involved with other people, it just makes me feel more isolated."
Harry pondered for a moment, feeling that there was an opportunity there to help Hermione explore these feelings in a way she might not have considered before.
"Mione…" he began, choosing his words carefully. "I know you are going through a difficult time. And maybe this sounds a little weird, but... if you want, you could watch... what I do with another girl. I'm not suggesting anything too much, but maybe this will help you understand what's missing in your life right now. Or maybe, in some way, this will help clarify your feelings about Ron."
Hermione's eyes widened, surprised by the suggestion. It was something that had never crossed her mind, and, at the same time, something that intrigued her deeply. The idea of observing Harry in an intimate moment, without getting directly involved, seemed like an unusual way to explore his own feelings and desires without compromising what he had with Ron.
"Do you think that would help?" She asked, her voice barely audible, mixing curiosity and hesitation.
"I don't know, Hermione," Harry answered honestly, with an understanding tone. "But I know you're looking for answers, and maybe this is one way to find them. I trust you and I know you would do what is right for you. If it helps you see things from another perspective, then… why not give it a try?"
Hermione bit her lip thoughtfully. Harry's proposal was bold and different from anything she had ever considered, but perhaps that was what she needed - something new, something that could shake up her feelings and bring clarity to the confusion that reigned in her mind.
While Hermione considered the proposal, they began to focus on their studies again.
At the end of the day, as Harry prepared for the big Quidditch game on Saturday, he couldn't help but think about his conversation with Hermione. He knew that time and experiences were changing them, but he hoped that, deep down, the friendship they shared remained strong.
On Saturday, the sky over the Quidditch pitch was clear, with the morning sun illuminating the stands packed with students eager for the first game of the season. The tension in the air was palpable, with scarlet and green dominating opposite sides of the field. The confrontation between Gryffindor and Slytherin has always been one of the most anticipated at Hogwarts, and this year it promised to be one of the most disputed.
As the players flew onto the field on their broomsticks, the cheers and cheers increased. On one side, Harry Potter led Gryffindor with his characteristic confidence. Alongside him, Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, and Demelza Robins were determined to score as many goals as possible. Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote brandished their sticks firmly, ready to protect their teammates. And Dennis Creevey, in his first year as goalkeeper, looked nervous but determined to do his best.
On the other side, Slytherin had a renewed team. After Snape's death, without Dumbledore's punitive pat on the shoulder, and with the arrest or death of some would-be Death Eaters, some girls or not-so-well-off members of the house were able to join the team more easily. Millicent Bulstrode, stout and intimidating, held her baton with a resolute expression, while Adrian Shafiq at her side looked equally determined. In the air, Tracey Davies, Stuart Burke, and Lionel Shacklebolt were ready to show that Slytherin was still a force to be reckoned with. Troy Harper, now the starting Seeker after Draco Malfoy's arrest, flew with determination. And in goalkeeper's position, Aubrey Fawley watched the field with fierce intensity.
Madam Hooch raised the whistle to her lips, and the instant it sounded the balls were released and the game began.
Ginny Weasley was the first to grab the Quaffle, diving towards the Slytherin hoops with impressive speed. She deflected past Millicent Bulstrode, who attempted a bludger, and passed the Quaffle to Demelza Robins, who dribbled past Stuart Burke before launching the ball directly into the center hoop. Fawley, however, was ready and made a clean save, sending the Quaffle to Shacklebolt.
Shacklebolt quickly passed the ball to Tracey Davies, who deftly dodged Dean Thomas and advanced toward the Gryffindor hoops. Dennis Creevey, despite the tension evident on his face, stood his ground and blocked the shot, eliciting cheers of approval from the Gryffindor spectators.
The game continued with a fierce exchange of possession, with both teams demonstrating exceptional skills. Dean Thomas scored the first goal for Gryffindor, but it was soon followed by a goal from Stuart Burke for Slytherin, keeping the score level. Scouts on both sides were in constant action, deflecting bludgers and protecting their companions from devastating attacks.
Millicent Bulstrode proved to be a formidable hitter, her precise strikes forcing Ginny and Demelza to constantly maneuver to avoid attacks. On the other hand, Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote worked in harmony, keeping the pressure on the Slytherin Chasers without allowing them to easily approach the hoops.
While the Chasers and Beaters faced off in a dance of speed and strategy, Harry and Troy Harper were on a never-ending quest for the Golden Snitch. Harry kept his eyes peeled, scanning the field in search of the golden glow that could decide the game.
The match was at a stalemate, with the score tied at 70-70 and the goalkeepers on both sides defending masterfully. Aubrey Fawley had saved several attempts from Ginny and Dean, while Dennis Creevey, despite being a rookie, blocked shots from Burke and Shacklebolt with surprising agility.
Finally, Harry spotted a small golden glow near the Slytherin stands. Without hesitation, he launched himself towards the snitch, cutting through the air with impressive speed. Troy Harper saw him move and immediately followed, his brooms whizzing by at high speed.
The spectators' hearts seemed to stop for a moment as the two Seekers dove toward the Snitch. Harry reached out, his fingers brushing the golden surface. Harper was close behind, catching up to Harry but only a few centimeters away. With one last thrust, Harry closed his fingers around the snitch, feeling the cool surface against his skin.
The field erupted in cheers and applause as Harry lifted the Golden Snitch into the air, sealing Gryffindor's victory. His teammates flew over to him, hugging him enthusiastically as shouts of "Gryffindor! Gryffindor!" echoed around the stadium.
Slytherin, although defeated, had fought with courage and skill. As the Slytherin players slowly descended, hugging each other and exchanging words of encouragement, Harry looked at them with respect. They had shown that the house was still a force to be reckoned with, even after the drastic changes they had faced.
As he got off his broom, still feeling the adrenaline of victory, Harry went to congratulate his opponents, quickly returning to his colleagues to celebrate the result.
Gryffindor Tower was in pure euphoria. The Quidditch victory over Slytherin had filled the common room with electrifying energy. Scarlet and gold flags decorated the space, while cheers echoed off the walls. Bottles of Firewhisky circulated freely. The tables were full of snacks that appeared mysteriously, as always happened at the best Gryffindor parties.
Harry was at the center of the party, surrounded by his teammates and other classmates. His face still carried the smile of victory, and the feeling of adrenaline still coursed through his body. Ginny, Dean, and Demelza were all around him, reliving the best moments of the game, while Dennis Creevey was the center of attention, receiving praise for his impressive goalkeeping saves.
"You were amazing out there, Dennis!" Ginny praised the boy, raising her glass of Firewhisky in a toast. "You saved the game more than once!"
Dennis, blushing from ear to ear, tried to hide his shyness, but it was clear he was proud of his performance.
Harry raised his glass along with the others, feeling the heat of the drink go down his throat. The party was just beginning, and he was eager to enjoy every moment. While talking to Seamus and Dean about the upcoming game, he felt a light touch on his arm.
Lavender Brown was at his side, smiling provocatively. His eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Harry," she began, her tone seductive. "How about you take a break from the party and come with me?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He knew Lavender was always direct, and there was no doubt about what she was implying. He looked around, seeing that the others' attention was focused on the celebration, and then turned his gaze to Lavender, who continued to smile invitingly.
"And where do you want to go, Lavender?" he asked, throwing a sideways smile.
"My room is pretty empty right now, and I think we can... continue our own celebration there," she replied, moving closer and running her fingers up Harry's arm.
Harry thought for a moment, but the answer was already clear in his mind. With a smile, he nodded.
He smiled at her, leaving his empty glass on the table.
Lavender pulled him by the hand, moving nimbly through the crowd without attracting much attention. They walked up the stairs that led to the dorms, the sound of the party getting more distant the further away they went. Since Lavender was following him, the stairs didn't turn into a slide and send him crashing into the common room. When they finally reached Lavender's room, she opened the door quickly, pulling Harry inside.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Lavender enveloped Harry in an intense kiss, her passion evident. Harry returned the kiss, feeling Lavender's desire manifest in every movement. The Quidditch win had boosted everyone's energy, and he was no exception.
Lavender gently pushed him onto the bed, her hands exploring his body as they both gave themselves over to the moment. Outside, the party continued in full swing, but in that room, it was as if the outside world had ceased to exist, leaving just the two of them amid the euphoria of the night.
Lavender undid her uniform. Harry got a good look at her glorious melons and found them just as amazing as he imagined. He reached up and fondled her breasts, to Lavender's moans of approval.
Lavender pushed Harry face first into her chest and he sucked on Lavender's heaving chest and pleasured her breasts. She stroked Harry's hair and felt his hands move all over her body.
Lavender undid Harry's pants and pulled out his big throbbing cock. She moaned appreciatively at the sight of his member. Harry leaned down and fondled her glorious breasts, rubbing them. Then, Lavender dropped to her knees and wrapped her breasts around Harry's cock. The soft, warm feeling of her breasts enveloped him and Harry grabbed her. Harry thrust faster, and it made her moan as he thrust. Lavender gave Harry a vigorous tit fuck. She took his bulbous head into her mouth, letting saliva run from her mouth down his cock and into the valley of her breasts. Her tits moved up and down on his cock.
Lavender lost herself in the moment, moaning as her fingers disappeared beneath her uniform skirt and she thrust into her as she worked on Harry. Lavender squeezed her breasts as she continued sucking Harry's cock. Her large, firm breasts, with small, pink nipples, gave pleasure to Harry's pulsing manhood. He could feel his manhood about to burst, about to explode all over Lavender.
Lavender squeezed his dick with her breasts and took her other hand to his balls, squeezing them. Harry let out a grunt and exploded into Lavender's mouth, with some splashing onto her face and chest. "Delicious." She said, as she collected all of his escaped sperm with her fingers and brought them to her mouth.
Harry gasped after his orgasm, but his dick was still hard. He laid Lavender on the bed and started licking her pussy.
She was already wet for him, and he gave her a slow lick, from her asshole to her clit. She shuddered the entire way, and Harry put two fingers inside her vagina. At the intrusion, Lavender shuddered, and her pussy clenched around the invading fingers.
Harry realized she was ready and brought his lips to Lavender's clit, hissing into it "~Come for me, Lav~!"
At the first contact of his hissing tongue with her pearl, Lavender squirted and saw white for a few moments. Harry took the opportunity to suck out her cum as she came down from her high.
When Lavender recovered, she gave him a look of pure desire, and he smiled slightly at her as he approached her on the bed. She spun around, getting on all fours and shaking her ass at him.
Harry took his time, enjoying the needy look she was giving him over her shoulder. He placed one hand on her hip, while running his dick all over her slit.
"Harryyyy, please!" she whimpered at him.
He laughed as he aligned his throbbing member with her entrance and, with one thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Lavender didn't expect him to be so hard at first and let out a vulgar moan when he bottomed out of her. She immediately lost control, collapsing her upper half, leaving only her knees resting on the bed. Harry leaned over her, pulling at her long blonde hair, pounding relentlessly into her as her pussy clamped down on his cock.
"Is this what you wanted, Lav?" he growled at her. "Being treated like my little whore?"
"Yes, that's it," said Lavender. "Fuck me like a filthy whore! Fuck me like I'm nothing but an animal!"
Her eager walls clamped down on Harry's cock and he pulled her hair tighter, starting to spank her round ass.
With each slap he gave her ass, her pussy squeezed his dick even tighter. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
"Harder!" Lavender begged him. She felt another jolt of pleasure flow through her body and the orgasm exploded through her. Harry prepared to take her out with a series of hard thrusts into her.
Harry felt his balls tighten. He knew his end was near.
Emma felt Harry grab her hair for leverage and he drilled her pussy hard.
"What more did you want, Lav?" he asked as he continued pounding mercilessly into her. "Did you want Parvati to come and find us like this? For her to come and sit on your face while I fucked you?"
With that, Harry felt her pussy tighten around him as she came with the loudest, most lustful moan of the night. His balls ached and the need for his release was close. He gave one more thrust and shot his cum into her.
He fell onto the bed next to her, pulling her to lie on his chest. The silence that followed was comfortable, a contrast to the feverish energy that still vibrated in the Gryffindor common room.
Lavender was lying next to Harry, her breathing starting to return to normal. She looked at him with a soft smile, clearly pleased with the moment they shared.
"I think it was a celebration worthy of victory," she said, with a touch of humor in her voice.
Harry smiled back, agreeing. "I think so. But if we stay here too long, they might start to wonder where we are."
Lavender laughed, knowing that they had both gotten caught up in the excitement of the night. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes looking for us."
Harry nodded, getting up from the bed and helping Lavender get up as well. They dressed in silence, still savoring the last moments of shared intimacy.
They left the room, closing the door softly behind them, and went downstairs back to the party. The sound of music and laughter grew louder as they approached the common room, and when they finally entered, they were greeted with more cheers.
Lavender joined a group of friends, while Harry was quickly surrounded by his teammates. The party continued, and although the energy was high, Harry felt a sense of inner calm. He knew that night would be a special memory, another experience in his final year at Hogwarts, which seemed to be becoming increasingly complex and full of discoveries.
And so, the night in Gryffindor Tower continued, with Harry letting himself go with the flow of the party, surrounded by friends and allies, knowing that, at least for that moment, everything was okay.
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