The next morning, after waking her man with a blowjob and getting well fucked as a reward. Lavender Brown entered the Gryffindor common room. Her wrinkled clothes were hidden under his boyfriend's Ravenclaw robe.
The huge smile and the blush on her cheeks, along with her unsteady and graceful walk, earned her a couple of knowing looks and others of disgust. Mostly from the boys in her year.
She ignored all as she climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitory she shared with Hermione Granger, Harley Potter, Fay Dunbar, and her best friend Parvati Patil.
She really wanted to show off. The room was empty, except for a girl with fair skin and jet-black hair, with beautiful green eyes. The sister of the Boy-Who-Lived lay on her bed, covered with only her face visible. 'Potter is awake, eh. It's not that I want to be cruel to her, but I really need to talk to someone, now.'
"Harley!"
"E-ep!"
Lavender looked at her more closely. Harley was biting her lips, while her cheeks matched the color of her mother's hair. Her breathing was heavy and there was a strange scent around her.
"Oh, Harley, dirty girl!" The blonde gasped exaggeratedly as she lifted the sheets. "I wanted to talk about my day, I swear I didn't mean to interrupt."
Lavender observed the girl's body. She was naked from the waist down, her modest chest exposed with her shirt open and her bra hastily pushed up. It was a tempting sight, and if Lavender were single, she might have gotten a little excited.
Her breasts, now drenched in sweat as they rose and fell, were smaller than Lavender's. Among the entire female population of the castle, only a few came close to her size, but that didn't make her flat in any way. Her breasts were more than a handful, and Lavender was sure they would perfectly fill Altair's hands. Her abdomen, which was contracting, was flat and toned. His abs were defined.
'Does Quidditch give you that physique?' Thought the blonde. After all, she only did light exercises to maintain her weight.
Harley's legs were wide and muscular but still feminine. More than one guy talked about how incredible it would be to die suffocated between them. They got a taste, of course, but a kick in the balls deterred most of them.
Lavender moved her eyes towards the best-kept treasure of the Potters. Her pubis had a small strip of black hair, nothing too exaggerated. Her exposed pussy was a deep pink, and her clitoris stood proudly.
"I-Its no what you think," gasped the girl with green eyes.
"Oh, really? So the fingers in your pussy weren't because you were masturbating. So? Did something get stuck in there? We should go to Madame Pomfrey as soon as possible." Lavender took the hand that wasn't inside her pussy and tugged lightly.
"No!" Half a scream, half a moan, Harley said. "I-I mean," Lavender found it incredible how the confident girl had been reduced to this disaster of an imitation of Professor Quirrell.
"Were you thinking about Altair while you were touching yourself?" She watch as the black-haired girl lowers her head. "Did it feel good, didn't it? Let me tell you, reality is a thousand times better."
"Are you—?" The words died in her throat as she looked at Lavender in the Ravenclaw robe.
The blonde felt bad seeing tears in the girl's eyes.
"Yes, we did it... Do you want to know how it went?"
"N-no"
Lavender threw the blanket over her body before opening the robe; her wrinkled clothes were exposed. With a quick and elegant movement, she took off the bikini.
"This is my underwear. When we had sex, he came inside, leaving my pussy full of semen. As I walked here, I could feel it dripping little by little. You see? It's soaking wet, from my own juices and my boyfriend's semen". Lavender showed her the pink bikini that seemed soaked with white stains. Harley's face flushed with each word from Lavender, while she twisted slightly. Her face was a mix of sadness and disappointment. "Oh? Your face is so red! You must have a fever! Let me help you lower your temperature." With the demeanor of an expert healer, she bring the panties to Harley's face as she place them over her nose.
"I-I think the wet cloth goes on the forehead," said Harley with a voice muffled by the underwear.
Despite her complaints, she made no move to remove the panties from her face. Instead, she seemed to enjoy inhaling their sweet aroma.
"Forehead, mouth, nose, it doesn't matter, we have to lower your temperature and this will work."
Harley was confused. She developed a crush on Altair when they shared a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. While other boys tried to flirt with her, he ignored her. That wasn't a good reason to fall in love, but, used to dealing with idiots, being treated with indifference surprised her. The surprise turned into interest and the interest into a crush.
Her beautiful face and purple eyes greatly enhanced her allure.
Seeing him faint from casting spells discouraged her a bit. She didn't believe her father or any of her siblings would accept their relationship.
That didn't completely dissuade her, and on her first Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, she anonymously asked him out to confess her feelings. Even though they had never exchanged words after sharing a seat on the train.
She bought a cute necklace with a crow with purple eyes.
In the end, she stayed up all night out of nerves and fell asleep until the afternoon. She didn't think he would wait hours for her.
The next day, she hear the rumors about how he spent the entire day around the black lake. The place where she was supposed to met him.
In her shame, she didn't approach him again.
She focused on developing her persona beyond being the sister of the Boy Who Lived. She joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a chaser, made friends with students from other houses, and won and lost points like a champion. She even fought against a basilisk.
No one at Hogwarts would make fun of her. Except for that Malfoy girl, of course, but that bitch doesn't matter.
When she considered the moment to approach him again, she even asked her mother for advice, who seemed enthusiastic about the idea. Her mother offered her all the wisdom she could, even though her experience was limited to her father, and even then they ended up separating.
She took the good and decided to ask him out on a date in Hogsmeade. But Lavender arrived first.
It's not that she could blame Altair. Lavender was beautiful.
Even Harley desired her at times, like when she spied on her in the shower. She would feel disgusting afterward if it weren't for the knowing smile she received from Lavender.
When she discovered they were a couple, a part of her mind filled with fantasies about both of them. Like Altair fucking her while she devours Lavender's freshly fucked pussy.
Now that fantasy returned to her mind as she savored the mix of juices on the bikini.
Her fingers plunged into her pussy while her tongue began to lick everything it could.
It was a sweet and salty mixture that resulted in an exquisite elixir for their taste buds.
Harley wondered what it would be like to take it straight from the source.
She cum with that thought in mind.
"So you want to hear how I lost my virginity, Harley?" The black-haired girl jumped. She had forgotten that Lavender was next to her.
The dark-haired woman nodded shyly. Letting herself be guided by the pleasure and fantasies she felt.
Lavender began to speak.
From her surprise at the enormous size of the member. As she felt her jaw was about to dislocate, she admitted how she felt bad for barely being able to fit half of his cock in her mouth.
She described the feeling of pain when he broke her hymen, detailing how it felt to have that enormous piece of flesh inside her, how the pain turned to pleasure when he started sucking her breasts.
Finally, she described how she came once before him and another time when he filled her with semen. She even spoke tenderly about their kiss after finishing. She didn't mention how Altair's eyes sparkled or the entire conversation they had afterward.
He told her about the morning quickie they had before saying goodbye, how the stain on her underwear was no more than an hour old.
Harley's mind was a mess. Her excitement rose as she listened intently, imagining the scene in her head. Mixing Lavender's tale while adding her own imagination to the mix, she imagined herself in a corner of the room. Furtively watching as she touched herself deeply.
Her moans would have stopped the narration if it hadn't been for the underwear in her mouth. While she touched herself to orgasm two more times.
When she withdrew her hand. Her pussy burned deliciously. She looked at Lavender's crotch, hidden under her skirt, with desire in my eyes, but the blonde simply rejected her as she headed to the shower.
"Nah-ah. No!, bad girl, I'm a taken woman, even giving you my underwear was too much. I'll apologize to Altair later, maybe this time I can take it all the way down my throat." Lavender began to speak enthusiastically about how she was going to take that monster inside her.
"W-wait! , are you going to tell him all this? ", little Potter was worried.
"Yes, I'll tell him how you came three times thinking about his cock while licking the remnants of semen from my underwear." Lavender replied confidently.
"You can't!" Harley snapped out of her post-orgasmic stupor as she grabbed her wand to point it at Lavender. All the shyness slipped away from her body as her eyes hardened. This was the face of the girl she showed to everyone else.
Lavender suddenly felt insecure. She was by no means a bad witch, but she couldn't compare to the skill her roommate had. 'Did I take things too far? No! , it's necessary to give my sweetheart more women'.
"You can enchant me as much as you want, but I'll still tell him. I'll tell him how you're in love with him, how more than once I heard you moaning his name while you were touching yourself. I will tell him what happened today, I will tell him how you are threatening me. I will advise locking you in an empty classroom before whipping you and fucking you like a cheap whore." Lavender did not hesitate in her tone, while watching hope shine in those green eyes.
"N-!" She try to respond, in vain.
"Stop lying to yourself, Harley. Do you want him, don't you? I'm sure you fantasized about him all the time. After all, it doesn't matter how everyone else sees you. The strong and confident Harley Potter is just a submissive little bitch."
Harley fell silent as she lowered her wand. Lavender moved closer until their faces were inches apart. Lavender reveled internally when she saw the girl return to her previous nervous demeanor.
"If I ordered you to eat my pussy right now, you would have obeyed, wouldn't you? Would you have obeyed, right?" She received no response, other than a look of desire. "It won't be today, dear, once Altair claims you, you'll be on your knees licking up the liters of milk he pour into my pussy." The blonde stretched out a finger to pick up a drop of semen that remained on Harley's cheek. "The next time you want to look intimidating, wipe the cum off your face".
Lavender turned around before entering the shower and undressing. She heard the door open again and watched Harley turn on the faucet of the shower farthest from her position.
Lavender had never been as aggressive as she was today with the girl. Even she was surprised. 'Fucking does wonders for the character', she laughed while showering. Ignoring the lustful looks she received from the girl next to her.
Throughout their encounter, neither of them noticed the brown cat, resting on the bed adorned with a plaque inscribed with "Hermione Granger", watching them in astonishment.