A Proper Apology (Harry Potter)

A/N: Patron Request by Anders L

Summary: Harry wants to apologize to Parvati for how he acted at the Yule Ball, but she wouldn't let Harry get her forgiveness with only words.

Pairings: Harry/Parvati

Harry finally saw Parvati without Lavender beside her. He had almost thought they were magically attached, with how they never left each other’s side.

“Um, Parvati?” Harry flinched at the glare he got when she saw it was him. Parvati definitely hasn’t forgiven him for acting like a twat at the ball.

Harry cleared his throat when she couldn’t be bothered to talk to him.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry for treating you like that at the Yule ball.”

Harry fidgeted in place when Parvati looked at him blankly.

“An apology,” Parvati said with a sneer, “That would work if it wasn’t two years late.”

That should have been something Harry should have expected. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the disaster of a ball was purposely forgotten until now. Harry wanted to put that night behind him and pretend it never happened.

However, since the DA started, Harry noticed that Parvati seemed to hold something against him. Sure, she played nice and didn’t cause problems, but Harry saw that she made sure to avoid talking to him if at all possible. He could have left it at that and ignored it, but Parvati only acted like that because Harry behaved like a right pillock at the ball.

“What can I do to make you forgive me?”

Harry didn’t want to dance around and was direct to the point. In his mind, it wouldn’t be fair to half-arse this again.

Parvati looked like she would dismiss him, which would have been fair, but she changed her mind at the last second.

“I want you to get on your knees.”

Harry blinked and wondered if he heard Parvati right. “I’m sorry? What did you say?”

“You heard me,” Parvati repeated, “I want you to get on your knees.”

Harry looked around and found themselves alone in the Room of Requirements. He initially thought she was trying to shame him in retaliation, but that would have required witnesses.

“Are you being serious?”

Parvati didn’t change her expression, telling Harry she couldn’t be more serious. Harry would have walked off without a word if it wasn’t for the hint of something extra in her look. He might want to make up for what he did, but that didn’t mean he would let her walk all over him... but maybe...

Harry glanced around to ensure there weren’t any stragglers before raising a brow at Parvati.

“And after I do that, you’ll forgive me?”

Parvati looked surprised that he was considering it and nodded.

“Alright then,” Harry slowly lowered himself to his knees while wondering what Parvati had planned. Or maybe he was just reading too much into this.

He watched curiously as Parvati walked closer to him, this time with a slight smile on her lips. Harry almost lost himself while staring at that smile, recovering just in time to hear Parvati ask him something.

“You must really feel bad to actually do this,” Parvati giggled, “I could forgive you right now, Harry, but do you want to really earn it?”

Harry’s eyes followed Parvati’s finger down her robes and thought it might be best to see where this went. To truly get Parvati to forgive him, of course.

“What do you have in mind?”

Harry’s eyes widened when Parvati shrugged off her robes to reveal the form-fitting shirt and a skirt that seemed shorter than the school code allowed.

“I planned on having a little fun after the yule ball with you,” Parvati motioned to her mouth while looking at his groin.

Harry wanted to go back in time and tear his past self a new arsehole.

“Obviously, I’m not going to suck your cock now,” Parvati grinned at his disappointed look, “That’d just be rewarding you. Instead, let’s do the reverse.”

Harry blinked and took a second to understand what Parvati was suggesting. “Wait, you want me to...”

Parvati crossed her arms, bringing attention to her breasts, and nodded.

“Deal!” Harry wondered where the punishment was.

Parvati’s smile grew brighter as she lifted her skirt slightly, revealing the dusky skin of her smooth thighs. Harry’s mouth practically watered at the tease, already imagining what she was wearing under there.

“Then what are you waiting for? We’re doing this right here.”

Harry took a second to realize that this was real before practically diving under Parvati’s skirt. Giving her giggling, that was precisely what she wanted.

“... Dear Merlin,” Harry whispered. Parvati wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. He applauded himself for reading up on what to do next when it seemed like Cho would be a thing.

Harry slid a middle finger in her warm, wet pussy before eventually adding another finger. Parvati gasped and grabbed onto his head to support herself as Harry fingered her with increasing speed until his hand was soaked in her juices. He audibly slurped up the wetness before going right back to sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt. This time Harry added his mouth to the mix.

The small nub at the top of Parvati’s pussy was the target, and Harry didn’t give the witch he was pleasuring any warning. He used one hand to grip Parvati’s thick arse to hold her in place before surrounding her clit with his lips.

The results were immediately apparent when Parvati squealed while pulling at Harry’s black locks.

“Harry!”

Harry took his fingers out of Parvati’s gushing pussy and drank up whatever she let out. After all, he earned it since he was the one to bring her to orgasm. Harry kept his lips on Parvati’s wet cunt until she was done before giving it a last lick and reluctantly standing up.

Parvati was flushed red, even with her darker skin, while her chest heaved at her deep breaths.

“Where did you learn that?” Parvati asked in amazement. When Harry made to answer, Parvati interrupted him, “Actually, I don’t care. Just promise to do that again.”

Harry licked his lips and was happy to agree. And was even more delighted when Parvati kissed him to taste herself on his mouth.