POLL FIC: Eyes On Me (Harry Potter)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: As Harry's Yule Ball date, Lavender refuses to be ignored and does all she can to make sure Harry's eyes remain on her all night long. But the beautiful Beauxbatons champion discovers them and decides she wants Harry's eyes on her, too. (Harry/Lavender, Harry/Fleur)

Content Warnings/Themes: Aged-up characters, Hogwarts starts at 15, loss of virginity, blowjobs, deepthroating, tittyfuck, cowgirl sex, creampie, doggy style, outdoor sex

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“Cho looks pretty in her robes, doesn’t she?”

Harry flinched, realizing that Lavender had caught him staring at the pretty Ravenclaw girl. He was far from knowledgeable about girls and felt hopelessly out of his depth being on what was technically a date with one. But even Harry had enough sense to realize that mooning over one girl while dancing with a different girl showed a horrible lack of manners. He knew he’d been a disappointment at dinner, barely able to carry on a conversation with Lavender despite her best efforts, and now he went and did this. He looked back quickly at Lavender, feeling guilty.

“Err, yeah,” he mumbled. “She doesn’t look bad, I guess.” Saying that he thought Cho didn’t look bad in her dress robes didn't even come close to expressing Harry's true opinion of how she looked. Cho looked gorgeous in her tasteful silver dress robes. She also looked thrilled to be Cedric’s dance partner, if the ear-to-ear smile on her face while they moved gracefully across the Great Hall together was anything to go by. Lavender just smirked at him and raised her eyebrows, showing him that she didn’t buy his understatement in the slightest. He felt a fresh wave of guilt, knowing he’d been caught staring at his crush by the girl who’d actually said yes when he asked her if she’d be his date for the Yule Ball. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Lavender said, grinning. “She does look good.”

“She does,” Harry admitted. He knew there was no sense in denying it after she’d caught him staring at Cho so blatantly. But he couldn’t let it drop there, not after Lavender had agreed to be his date despite him stuttering and blushing his way through asking her, and not after she’d been so patient with him at dinner, too. He might not have the first clue what he was doing, but he didn’t want to ruin Lavender’s night through his own stupidity. “But you look good, too.” He quickly looked Lavender up and down, taking her in without staring or ogling. “You look really pretty, Lavender.”

He blushed slightly as he said it, but it was the truth. He hadn’t taken the time to properly appreciate Lavender’s appearance when they first met up, being all nervous and distracted by other things, but now that he was truly looking at her for the first time, he saw for himself how great Lavender Brown looked in her dress robes.

Had he ever really looked at her this closely before? Sure, he’d always known she was pretty cute, but had he ever really looked at her? Forget calling her pretty; Lavender was beautiful! And it didn’t hurt that her dress robes hugged her figure more than Cho’s did, either. He’d overheard Dean and Seamus talk about Lavender’s boobs quite a few times this term, and now that he was getting a good look at them in her dress robes, he understood their fixation.

For a second time, he got caught staring by Lavender. This time, though, it wasn’t Cho Chang he was staring at. Instead, his eyes lingered just a bit too long on his date’s ample cleavage, which her dark red dress robes were cut to display. He jerked his eyes away quickly when he realized he’d been looking at her chest for too long, but he hadn’t been quick enough. Lavender was smirking at him when he made eye contact again, and Harry’s blush came in even more prominently.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling like an idiot. Between the staring and the fact that he wasn’t even half as good a dancer as Cedric seemed to be, he was sure he was disappointing Lavender. But she hadn’t gotten impatient during his stilted attempt at dancing, and she didn’t look angry with him now for staring.

“Now you really don’t need to apologize,” she said. “You're finally looking where you're supposed to be looking, Harry: right at me. Now, let's keep it that way, hmm?" Lavender stepped closer to Harry and brought her left hand higher up on his shoulder.

The first song, the one in which the champions opened the ball with their partners, came to an end, and a new song began. Other couples began to join them on the dance floor, but Harry's obligation to open the ball as a champion was finished. He could go sit down now, and McGonagall wouldn't be able to chew him out for it. But Lavender gave his shoulder a little squeeze and raised her eyebrows as if daring him to see what happened to let go of her and pull away. Less than a minute ago, he couldn't wait to get off the dance floor so he could stop making a fool out of himself.

Now, Harry took a deep breath, adjusted his grip and continued to dance with Lavender, doing his best to match the faster tempo of the new song. He still didn’t think he was very good at it, but his beautiful date smiled happily all the same, so it felt like the right decision.

Then she reached down to take his hand that was loosely holding her waist and moved it up along her back, stepping even closer to him in the process, and it really felt like the right decision.

--

“Having a good time, Harry?” Cedric asked during a brief break between songs.

“Yeah,” Harry said, nodding at his fellow champion. “I’m having a great time, actually.”

Surprisingly to him, he was telling the truth. He was having a really good time, and not even standing right next to the Hufflepuff champion while Cho held his arm and drank from her goblet of juice that Cedric got for her could bring his mood down. The one responsible for that, of course, was the beautiful Gryffindor who was standing even closer against Harry's side than Cho was against Cedric's.

When Harry grabbed a drink for Lavender, she took it upon herself to sling his arm over her shoulders and keep it there while she sipped at her juice. Nothing could bring Harry down right now, and that included Cho giving him a friendly smile in between sips. She was still as beautiful as ever, and her smiling at him like that while here with Cedric would have frustrated him to no end at the beginning of the night. But Harry had a beautiful woman of his own against his side, and thanks to Lavender, he had nothing to be jealous or upset about. After that first dance, she'd made sure that his eyes and his attention stayed on her all night. And the more attention Harry paid to Lavender, the less he cared about Cho being here with Cedric or about being the center of attention as one of the champions. He didn’t even care enough to get involved when he heard Ron and Hermione get into a row a couple of songs ago. It wasn’t their first row, and it wouldn’t be their last. Harry had much better things to do tonight than get in the middle of his bickering best friends. Once Lavender grabbed his attention, she refused to let go of it, and his night was better for it.

“That’s good!” Cedric said as the next song started back up. Cho put her goblet down and grabbed Cedric’s hand, making it clear that they were going straight back onto the dance floor now that the next song was starting. They’d barely left it all night, as far as Harry could tell. He and Lavender were no different. Aside from sitting out for a couple of songs so they could rest their feet while Lavender talked with her best friend Parvati, they’d been dancing the whole night. He still didn’t think his dancing was that great, and he relied heavily on Lavender to steer them around the floor and set the pace. But at least he’d stopped stepping on her feet, and he’d gotten more comfortable over the course of the night.

The longer he held Lavender in his arms and danced with her, the less interested he became in leaving the dance floor. Cho prepared to pull Cedric back out onto the dance floor, and Lavender put her drink down and took Harry’s hand into hers, obviously wanting to do the same.

“So, listen, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” Cedric said as the champions prepared to return to the dance floor with their dates. “Do you think you’ll have a few minutes to talk after the last dance?” Harry was just about to say yes, but Lavender squeezed his hand and took over the conversation.

“Sorry, Cedric, but do you think it can wait until tomorrow?” Lavender asked. “I had to wait until after dinner was over and the first dance started before I finally got Harry’s eyes on me. And now that I’ve got his attention, I want to make sure he keeps looking at me for the rest of the night, even after the ball is over.”

“Understood,” Cedric said, smiling knowingly. Cho’s cheeks flushed, so she seemed to take Lavender’s meaning as well. “We’ll talk soon, Harry. Have a good night.”

“He will,” Lavender assured Cedric as the champions and their dates returned to the dance floor. It took Harry the longest to realize what Lavender was alluding to, but when he did, he nearly tripped over his own feet. Lavender tugged on his arm and giggled.

“Careful, Harry,” she said, smirking at him again. “We wouldn’t want you to get injured now.” She pulled his hand down to her waist, reminding him that they were back on the dance floor. “The real fun starts after the dancing is done.”

--

“Someone’s excited,” Lavender said, smirking up at Harry from her knees while she playfully tapped the side of his dick with her fingertip.

“Of course I’m bloody excited,” Harry whispered back. It seemed like he was making more of an effort to keep his voice down than she was. He didn’t even want to think about what Snape would do to him if he caught Harry with his dress robes off, his underwear pulled down and his dick out, but thus far, Lavender’s plan of going beyond the rosebushes and venturing deeper into the trees in the courtyard seemed to be working out so far. Snape’s patrol of the grounds hadn’t come out this far, at least, and neither had anyone else but him and Lavender. It was still dangerous to fool around or make noise out here. But Lavender crouching in front of him while he sat on a bench in a clearing among the trees was too exciting for him to suggest that they stop. He’d always been willing to break the rules at Hogwarts when the situation called for it, and Lavender wrapping her hand around his dick and giving it a squeeze definitely qualified.

“I’m glad,” she giggled. “I’m excited, too, you know.” Lavender stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked the head of Harry’s cock for the first time.

Harry nearly spoiled his own attempt at caution by moaning loudly at the first lick, and he had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep the noise in as she licked and kissed all over his tip. He’d never even kissed a girl before tonight, but he and Lavender were shooting straight to making his wildest fantasies come true. They’d done plenty of kissing already during their search for a more secluded spot, but even when Harry marveled at his good fortune while snogging his busty blonde Gryffindor date, he’d never dared to believe that they were going to get all the way here tonight.

Lavender wasn’t kidding about wanting his eyes on her all night long, it seemed. If she meant it, she wasn’t going to have any trouble keeping his attention. It was just the two of them out here in the clearing among the trees, and with Lavender on her knees and licking at his cock, he wouldn’t dream of looking away from her.

Having her down there became even more distracting when Lavender opened her mouth and started suckling at the tip of his cock. Harry groaned and held onto the bench with both hands because grabbing the bench was the only thing preventing him from grabbing her head. This was the best thing he'd ever felt in his life, and somehow, it just kept getting better as she suckled at the head, stroked him in her hand, and slowly slid her lips down lower to fit more of his length into her mouth. Lavender gagged a bit when she tried to push her head down lower, and even that felt better than he could ever have imagined. She had to pull back and start over after catching her breath for a few moments, which was no problem at all for him. Lavender could have as long as she needed. She was giving him the best thing he'd ever felt. But not everyone was as impressed with her performance as he was.

“How pitiful,” a feminine voice said. The haughtiness in that voice was as familiar as the heavy French accent.

"F-Fleur?!" Harry groaned, flinching and looking up quickly as the Beauxbatons champion stepped through the trees. Her arms were crossed, and scorn was evident in her dark blue eyes, but she looked as gorgeous as ever despite the ugly look on her face. At least she was alone. It wasn’t like Harry could hide what they were up to, given what she walked in on. He looked at Fleur fearfully, waiting to see what she was going to do. Might she try and use this to get one of her competitors in the tournament punished? He was panicking, but Lavender only looked annoyed as she pulled her mouth off of his dick and turned her head to look at the interloper.

“What are you doing here, Delacour?” Lavender snapped. “Can’t you see this is a private party?”

“I’m not sure how much of a party it can be when your fellatio is so terribly poor,” Fleur said, sniffing. That only got Lavender more upset. Harry could see her hands clench, and she was scowling up at Fleur. She didn’t get off of her knees, though, and she kept his cock in her hand.

“Harry seems to like it well enough,” she said flatly. “Why don’t you get lost? Go grab that idiot Davies and use that stupid allure on him until he’s drooling all over the floor, or whatever the hell it is you veela do for fun.”

“Roger was an utter waste of time,” Fleur said, looking and sounding even more disdainful as she talked about the Ravenclaw 6th-year boy who’d accompanied her to the Yule Ball as her partner. “That weak fool could barely keep the drool off of his dress robes during our dance. By the time we left the dance floor, I knew he was not going to keep me entertained this evening. So, I wandered the grounds, looking for something more interesting to occupy my time with tonight. And I found you, giving Harry such a pitiful excuse for a blowjob. Is that what passes for a blowjob in this country? You should be ashamed. A Triwizard Champion deserves better.”

“Oh, like you’re so bloody great!” Lavender said. Her hand squeezed Harry’s cock harder, making him suck in a breath. Thankfully, her grip was hard without being too hard. It felt kind of nice, actually, especially when her thumb ran across the head. “You veela might be able to hypnotize men into acting like idiots for you, but I bet five galleons you wouldn’t be able to actually back it up.”

“If you are so confident, scoot over, girl,” Fleur said, narrowing her eyes and staring Lavender down. “Scoot over, and I will show both you and Harry that no one in your silly school can give fellatio half as good as moi!”

Harry was sure that Lavender was going to tell Fleur to bugger off and go to hell. Either that or the next thing he would hear would be Ron's snores as he woke up alone in his bed in Gryffindor Tower, revealing that this had all been a dream. That his date with Lavender had gone well enough that she'd parked him on this bench in the courtyard and sucked his cock was implausible enough, but Fleur Delacour interrupting them and demanding to be given a turn beggared belief.

“Prove it,” Lavender said, scooting over on her knees to make room for Fleur, who walked over to stand in front of Harry and give him a cocky smile.

“Be grateful, Harry Potter,” the Beauxbatons champion said. “You are about to receive something that most men would kill for.” She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his cock. “The only problem for you is that you will never experience pleasure greater than what I am about to give you.”

“Oh, shut up and get sucking,” Lavender said. “Unless you’re all talk after all?”

"You will not question my skill ever again," Fleur said, narrowing her eyes and glaring at Lavender. "By the time I am done, your date will have eyes only for me." She cut off any further argument by giving Harry's dick a firm pump in her hand, lowering her head, and engulfing his cock in her mouth.

Harry hissed as she dropped down, not stopping until she'd stuffed him all the way down her throat without hesitating or gagging in the slightest. Now, he knew that this was really happening. No dream had ever felt this real or this good. Fleur kept him down her throat without difficulty and even hummed to make her throat vibrate around his dick. The veins in Harry's neck bulged from the strain of not cumming down her throat right away. He was sure she would judge him poorly if he came so soon, but he was motivated mostly by the desire to keep his dick down Fleur’s throat for as long as humanly possible. It didn’t feel like that was going to be very long at all, but he would fight for every second he could.

“You can take him in your throat,” Lavender said, shrugging her shoulders. “Big deal. Where’s the skill in that?” Fleur pulled her head back and gave the Gryffindor girl a glare.

“You wish to see skill?” Fleur said. “I will show you skill!”

She took Harry's dick back into her mouth and returned to bobbing. There was still a good deal of deepthroating involved, but this time she didn't hold him down for any length of time. She bobbed back and forth quickly, slurping loudly enough on his cock as she did so that Harry cast more than one anxious look into the trees, terrified that he was going to see Snape emerge like a bat, drawn by the sound of the veela's sucking. Thankfully, there were no greasy-haired potion masters on the horizon to ruin Harry's night, and he got to continue to enjoy Fleur's talented mouth. It was as if she took Lavender's questioning of her skill as a personal challenge, and she made it a point to alternate between various different techniques. Whether she was twisting her lips along his cock in a corkscrew pattern, taking his dick down her throat quickly, or even just suckling and licking at his sensitive cockhead, Fleur made Harry’s body tense and tested the limits of his endurance with every technique her talented mouth showed off. He didn’t want to upset Lavender, who was responsible for making his Yule Ball night so enjoyable and memorable in the first place, but she was unarguably wrong about Fleur’s skill. Fleur Delacour was not all talk. She might be haughty, but she knew how to suck a cock.

“Well?” Fleur asked, pulling off of Harry’s cock and wiping her lips while looking at Lavender. “Are you ready to admit your defeat yet? If you acknowledge that I am the superior lover now, I won’t tell anyone of my victory. It is not as if prevailing over some silly Hogwarts 4th year girl would be worth bragging about, anyway. You can return to your castle with your head down, and I will spend the rest of the night giving your date pleasure worthy of a Triwizard Champion.”

“You’re good,” Lavender admitted. “But don’t count me out yet.”

Lavender returned to sucking his cock, but she didn’t pick up where she’d left off. This time, she pulled the top of her dress robes down to her waist, and she supplemented her sucking by pushing her big boobs together around his dick. Harry’s eyes were back on the witch who’d commanded his attention to begin with, and with good reason. She might not be able to deepthroat his cock like Fleur had, and she may not have had the same knowledge and experience that Fleur did in order to possess the ability to perform so many techniques with such skill. But Lavender combated those disadvantages by using her mouth and her breasts together, and it was wonderfully effective.

Harry had been broadly aware that Lavender had nice boobs even before tonight, and he’d spent a good portion of the night gaining a fuller appreciation for those breasts in her fancy dress robes clearly designed to showcase them. But sneaking peeks at (and sometimes blatantly staring at) her cleavage in her robes while they danced together could not compare to what it felt like to have her pull her robes down and squeeze those huge boobs together around his dick.

He didn't have enough experience—or any experience—to say whether or not she was utilizing the 'proper' technique here as she squeezed her boobs together, slid them along his length, and shook her shoulders around, jiggling her tits against his dick. But any movement of her tits along his dick felt fantastic, and her mouth kissing and suckling at his cockhead while her boobs handled the rest was more than a virgin like Harry could take. Her first attempt at a blowjob got things started, Fleur's masterful sucking pushed him right to the edge, and Lavender putting her mouth and her chest to work in pleasing him dealt the finishing blow. Harry couldn't even warn her beforehand because his end rushed up on him too quickly. He could only grunt and jerk on the bench as he came all over and between Lavender's breasts, with a healthy amount hitting the bottom half of her face for good measure. She flinched, surprised at his unexpected orgasm. Harry experienced some fear and regret amid his pleasure, worried that he'd just ruined everything by cumming all over her without warning her first. She looked rather pleased with herself after the initial surprise, though, and after he was done cumming, she smirked over at the veela next to her.

“There, you see?” Lavender said. “I’m not going to be beaten easily, not even by a veela.” Lavender shook her shoulders, making her cum-covered tits jiggle and bounce, to Harry’s fascination.

“I underestimated you,” Fleur conceded. Lavender was now the one who looked smug, but Harry could tell that Fleur was nowhere near giving up, either. “But do not think you have beaten me, girl.” She stood up, and before Harry’s amazed eyes, the beautiful veela began to undo her silver-grey dress robes. “By the time I am finished, Harry Potter will have eyes only for me.”

--

Harry was not sure how this had become his life. At the start of the night, he’d been depressed because Cho Chang was on Cedric’s arm rather than his. And now, Cho was the furthest thing from his mind. Now, his dress robes were on the ground, he was sitting on a bench surrounded by trees in the courtyard, and he was staring at the unforgettable sight of Fleur Delacour’s naked body moving and jiggling in front of him as she rode his cock.

With all apologies to Lavender, who was standing somewhere nearby and watching in silence for the moment, Fleur was right that he had eyes only for her, at least right now. Where else would he look while Fleur was bouncing on his dick? She commanded his attention, and not just because this was his first time having sex. Feeling Fleur's tight warmth sliding along his length and seeing her flawless body bounce right in front of his face, he was certain that he could have had sex a hundred times prior to this, and he still would have been just as blown away by her.

“I am very impressed with you, Harry,” Fleur said, running her hands along his bare shoulders while continuing with her bounces. “I did not expect you to last this long.” Harry hadn’t expected himself to last this long, either, even already having cum all over Lavender’s boobs and face. Fleur stripping down and straddling him on the bench was an image worthy of a painting, and she retained her otherworldly beauty while riding his cock. Her knees were planted on the bench to either side of his legs, and she had spent the last several minutes alternating between bouncing straight up and down on his cock and rocking back and forth, grinding in his lap. It felt heavenly either way; he swore that her insides were adapting specifically to fit his cock and offer the perfect amount of tightness to maximize every bounce and rock. Maybe that was just the virgin in him speaking, trying to make excuses for why it was such a struggle for him not to lose control minute by minute. Or maybe having sex with a veela really was setting the bar impossibly high for his first time. But at least he’d lasted long enough that Fleur seemed legitimately impressed with him.

“Maybe you’re just not as good as you thought you were,” Lavender offered, speaking up from Harry’s left. “If Harry’s too much for you, you can always hop off and let me take over. We already know that I can make him cum.”

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Fleur scoffed. "Think again, Gryffindor girl. Harry has impressed me, I admit. But that means only that it is time for me to get serious." On her next bounce, Fleur's pussy squeezed Harry's cock tighter than ever. His eyes bulged, and his breath left him in a gasp. Fleur smiled at him as she watched his reaction. "Did you feel that, Harry? Get ready, champion. Let me show you what I can do."

Harry believed that Fleur had already been riding him hard, but the pace she started bouncing on him now revealed that she had been holding back before. Fleur now rode him hard enough that he had a new fear to compete with his fear of cumming too quickly, that being the sound of her butt and thighs smacking against his legs being loud enough to send whoever might happen to be outside rushing over to investigate it. He didn’t have the strength or the willpower to suggest that she stop or slow down, though. This was way too fucking good for him not to consider it worth the risk of being caught fucking in the courtyard.

He was now convinced that he must have been onto something about the uniqueness of veela, because her pussy was definitely tighter than ever before now, too. There was a constant pressure there, an insistent squeezing sensation that all but demanded that he fill her with his cum. Harry could feel his body fighting with all its might not to give in to that demand, but it was not easy.

“You are still hanging on?” Fleur was staring at him with open surprise now as she increased her bouncing. “You are even more special than I realized, Harry Potter.” Fleur rubbed his neck and moaned, and the sound nearly pushed Harry beyond his limit. “Please, hold on just a bit longer! Just a bit more, Harry!”

Harry wondered if Fleur knew how much harder she made this on him by pleading like that. He squeezed her smooth hips desperately as she bounced, summoning everything he had not to cum then and there. His vision was growing blurry, his head was swimming, and his body was begging him to let go. But Fleur was begging him to keep going, begging him to hold on, and Harry wanted to honor her wishes. He didn't know how he'd been lucky enough to wind up on this bench with the stunning Beauxbatons champion bouncing on his cock and begging him to hold on, but he didn't want to fuck it up now. It took everything that he had; it took the same stubbornness and willful desire that allowed him to resist Moody's Imperius Curse. But through some miracle, he managed to hold on long enough that he had the privilege of watching Fleur tilt her head back and moan as she came on his cock. He, Harry, got to squeeze Fleur Delacour’s perfect arse and feel her pussy squeeze his cock as she hit her peak.

He was so mesmerized that he wouldn’t have been able to hold back his orgasm even if he’d tried. Luckily, he’d already done what she begged him to do, so he no longer had to continue the fight that had taken so much out of him. Harry groaned and bucked beneath Fleur as he pumped his cum up into her, and she moaned harder and squeezed his dick tighter inside of her pussy.

When the pleasure faded, Fleur remained on top of Harry’s lap, still with his cock buried in her pussy. She put her arms around his neck and nestled his face in her breasts, holding him close as he panted and felt his heart pound in his chest. If Harry died at that moment with his cock still inside of Fleur’s pussy and her breasts against his face, he would die a happy man.

“Don’t think you’ve won, veela,” Lavender said, her voice cutting through the panting. “Harry’s going to get hard again, and it’ll be my turn. And then we’ll see who his eyes stay on.”

--

It felt like it shouldn’t have been possible for Harry to get hard again, short of taking a stamina potion or something. He’d already cum twice since sitting on the bench, and they had been the two largest and most powerful orgasms of his life. He should have been spent for hours, if not days.

But Lavender Brown had a body that could inspire lust in any wizard, no matter what they'd already been through. Even in the aftermath of having Fleur bloody Delacour ride his cock until he came inside of her, Lavender stripping her dress robes all the way off, shaking her big boobs in his face, and encouraging him to grope her to his heart's content was enough to get him excited once again. Now, with her on all fours on the bench and sticking her butt out toward him, Harry was more rejuvenated than he would have been after the strongest stamina potion in existence. There was no question that he was ready. He just had to make sure that she was.

“Alright, Lavender?” he asked, pressing the tip of his cock against her outer pussy lips, so incredibly close to where he wanted it. He was half-standing on the ground, half-kneeling on the bench behind her, with one hand on her hip and the other holding his dick in position.

“Yes!” she said. “Put it in, Harry!”

That was all he needed to hear. He took a breath and then thrust forward, sliding his dick inside of Lavender. He groaned at the feeling of her tight pussy welcoming him, but as tempted as he was to slam his cock straight in, he kept his cool and entered her carefully. This was his first time being the one handling the movement during sex, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up if he could help it.

“Fuck, you’re big,” Lavender muttered. It sounded to him like she was experiencing some discomfort and trying not to show it, but Harry, having done the exact same thing numerous times since coming to Hogwarts, saw through it.

“Is something wrong, Lavender?” he asked, holding still inside of her and rubbing her hips and back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. Before Lavender could answer for herself, Fleur cut in.

“She is trying to fool you, Harry, trying to pretend that she is not in any discomfort,” Fleur said. “Just like she is trying to fool you into believing that she has any experience at this. It is only natural that a virgin witch would struggle at first, particularly with a cock as large as yours.”

“Wait, what?” Harry froze, staring down at Lavender’s back in shock. “You’re a virgin, Lavender?”

“Do not try to deny it,” Fleur said before his fellow Gryffindor could speak. “You have spirit, I will admit, but your lack of experience was obvious to me all along. There is no shame in admitting that he is too much for a virgin like you. Return to the castle and leave him to a woman with the experience to handle him.”

“Bugger that!” Lavender said. “Yes, Harry, she’s right. I’m a virgin. But don’t you even dare offer to pull out of me! Not now!”

“But—” he tried. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, whether it would be that he wasn’t worthy of her first time, that she deserved better than to lose her virginity on her hands and knees on a bench, or some other worry that hadn’t even had time to form in his head yet. Whatever he might have said, Lavender shut it down immediately.

“No!” She was almost shouting now, and Harry took a quick look over to his left, straining his eyes to search for anyone coming through the trees. Lavender didn’t seem to care about the noise at all, though. “I want this, Harry! I want you! I’ve wanted this all night! Merlin, I’ve wanted this for a year, at least! Now give it to me!” Her voice was filled with fire now, fire and determination. Harry still had worries about whether or not she was really ready for this, but it was clear that her mind was made up. He put both hands on her hips, pulled back, and slowly thrust back into her, sinking deeper this time. She felt fantastic, but he was managing his pleasure and his consideration for her at the same time. He was careful and slow to begin with, but after just a few thrusts of that, Lavender grew impatient.

“Harder, Harry!" she demanded. "Faster! Please, I'm ready!" After all she'd done for him tonight, Harry felt he was obligated to listen to her and give her what she wanted. He moved his hands to her thick arse, squeezed her cheeks a little, and thrust back into her harder this time. Lavender moaned, and he didn't hear any obvious signs of discomfort, so he pulled back and did it again, putting a bit more force behind his hips.

The more that his date continued to moan, the easier it became for him to let go of his worries and focus on the pleasure that he felt fucking Lavender Brown. It was not the same feeling as Fleur riding him, but that wasn’t a bad thing. With Fleur, it felt like a constant struggle for him, a fight to endure through the overwhelming pleasure of her quick bounces and her pussy squeezing his cock long enough to impress her. He’d ultimately succeeded in that fight, but being with Lavender didn’t feel like a struggle at all. It felt like her body was welcoming him in, learning how to accept his thrusts and joining him along the ride as they both had their fun. If being ridden by Fleur was a battle of endurance and willpower, fucking Lavender from behind was more like forming a team and working together in a mutual pursuit of pleasure.

Thinking about it like that, it wasn't so different from their date, with Lavender guiding him around the dance floor, helping him relax, and making sure he had a good time. Their roles were simply reversed now. Harry was taking the lead and controlling their 'dance' with every thrust. While he had little confidence in his dance steps even now, he felt like he was getting comfortable enough in his thrusts to be the partner that Lavender needed. He didn't know why she'd decided to give him her first time out here on this bench or why she'd chosen him to begin with. But she had chosen him, and now he was going to help her just as she'd helped him. He could hear her moans and feel her body rocking with his thrusts. Though he'd never been in this position before, intuition told him that she was close.

“Cum, Lavender,” he said, his voice gentle and yet firm at the same time. “Cum for me.” In an instant, Lavender was holding on tight to the edge of the bench and letting out a shaky moan as her body pushed back against his.

“Harry!” she cried out, holding on tight as she came hard on his cock. Her cry of ecstasy was loud in the courtyard, but Harry didn’t bother glancing at the trees to see if anyone was coming to investigate. Nothing and no one was going to come between him and Lavender sharing this moment that they'd worked together throughout the night to create.

Speaking of sharing the moment, it only took Harry a few more thrusts before he was ready to cum, too. He pushed deep inside of Lavender’s pussy one final time and left his cock there as he shot off, surprising himself with how much he still had left to give in what was his third shot of the night. He was glad, though. Lavender deserved his best, no matter how much he’d already experienced tonight.

“Well, Harry?” Fleur began, hugging him from behind after he’d finished cumming inside of Lavender. “Who won our competition? Would you care to share your answer?”

That was a potentially dangerous question to answer, no matter which way he went with it. But feeling Lavender's big arse beneath his hands as his cock remained buried inside of her and also feeling Fleur's bare breasts pressing against his back as she hugged him, Harry was certain of the answer.

“You were both unbelievable,” he said. “That’s why the real winner tonight was me.”