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What are friends for? - Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2023-12-14 20:08:14 +0000 UTCAs soon as he stepped into the arena, Harry had to shield his eyes from the burning sun.
Blinking his eyes open, the first thing he noticed was the loud boos from the crowd, which Harry had already expected and was ready for.
Ignoring them, he looked at the big terrain field of rocks and boulders. Harry saw the creature he was going to fight, and a shiver of fear went through his body.
A huge 50-foot-long Hungarian horntail was glaring at him with her rage-filled eyes.
No matter how much he has been ready for this, the first time he looked into the eyes of the dragon, Harry knew there was really a chance he could lose his life today.
But then a shout in a very familiar voice reached his ears, and he turned to look at where it came from and felt a surge of confidence and power.
Sitting among the crowd that was booing him was Parvati, who was cheering loudly for him, unbothered by the hostile crowd surrounding her.
Harry smiled and snickered to himself, seeing his dear friend not shy away from showing her support to him despite the fact she was the only one.
And seeing her, Harry realised why he even came here with such confidence and why he was going to win this task.
Squaring his shoulder, he looked straight ahead, right at the dragon's eyes, this time without any fear.
Putting his right leg first, he got ready to silence his haters.
With the plan he had made with Parvati in mind, Harry charged through with every step cautious and calculated.
Swiftly moving to his left, Harry threw a ‘bombarda’ spell behind the dragon, creating a loud blast and hitting the horntail with it.
The dragon screeched in rage and turned around to show his anger by blasting fire from his mouth at the place where the spell hit.
And Harry used this opportunity to quickly run and hide behind a big boulder, completely blocking himself from view of the dragon.
He then began implanting his plan.
With a whispered ‘evanescet odor’ Harry vanished his body smell, through which the dragon could find him.
He then took four pieces of rock and transfigured them into four wolfs. After that, with a spell he learned from a book from the restricted section of the library, he spread his smell on the four rock wolves.
Once done with his wand work, Harry looked behind the boulder he was hiding and saw the dragon looking for him, sniffing everywhere with her big nose.
Taking a deep breath, he then commanded his conjured creatures to spread them in four different directions of the arena.
The wolf, with his smell on them, ran around the arena, and just like Harry wanted, the dragon began focusing on them by spewing her fire and swinging his tail at them.
While this was happening, Harry took advantage of this opportunity.
Using a disillusioned spell on himself, he turned himself invisible and carefully ran to the golden egg.
He stopped when he was a foot away to look at the dragon and saw her still destroying his running wolves.
Quickly tiptoeing, he walked to the basket, snatched the egg, and ran away as fast as he could to the exit.
Unfortunately, hearing an enraged roar, he turned back to see the horntail looking right at him with fire oozing out of her nose.
What Harry didn’t consider in his plan was that he forgot to make the golden egg in his hand invisible.
And now the mother dragon, who was already feeling frustrated after being made a fool by his constructs, saw her egg flying away from her, and it was safe to say she was pissed.
Opening her big mouth, the dragon built the biggest fireball she could, which was twice the size of Harry, and blasted it at him.
Harry, seeing the literal death of his flying towards him, turned back and made a leap of fate as he jumped the last remaining couple of metres.
And just as he felt the heat of the fire on his back and the thought that this was his last day, Harry was outside the arena and behind the wards, which saved him from the ferocious attack from the dragon.
Laying on his back, Harry took deep breaths while holding the egg close to his chest.
Realising how close he was to losing his life, he sighed a breath of relief and laughed in relief and joy at finishing the task.
“Did the fight with the dragon make you mad, Potter?” A stern, amused voice came from behind him.
Harry looked back, still laying down, and saw Madame Pompfrey standing over him with her hands on her hips.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Madame Pompfrey?” Harry asked cheekily.
“Get up, cheeky brat, I need to check on you." Pompfrey tried to say it sternly, but Harry saw the light blush on her cheeks.
He did as he was told and sat up on the bed while Pompfrey began his body inspection while muttering curses to the one who decided to make the champion fight the dragon.
While she was doing this, Harry was sitting with his legs bouncing as he smiled and let Pompfrey do her job.
"Well, I don’t know how, but it seems you have no injury, just some scratches and bruises on your leg that will go away once you run this salve on it for a week,” Pompfrey instructed him in her motherly fashion while handing him the cream.
Harry took the cream, and just as he thought she was gone, the tent flap fluttered again. Harry looked up, wondering why she was back again, but suddenly found himself in a tight hug with dark hair blocking his eyes.
Inhaling the sweet and spicy fragrance he had come to be used to, Harry hugged the beautiful girl back in his arms and rested his head on hers.
After the long hug, Parvati pulled back and began speaking with overwhelming joy and happiness.
"Harry, you did it! That was so amazing! It was even better than what we planned, but I almost had a heart attack in the end when that ugly dragon threw that fireball at you. I thought you were dead, but then you survived because, of course, you did, and do you know everyone is impressed and surprised? You should have seen Ron and Hermione faces; they were both so shocked and-“
Parvati's rambling was stopped, and her eyes grew wide as Harry, not able to hold himself, leaned in and finally kissed her soft lips.
Parvati, when she realised what was actually happening, closed her eyes and, leaning up on her toes, deepened the kiss with a moan.
Harry placed one hand on her waist and the other in her thick, silky hair and kissed her hungrily and passionately.
After a long minute of snogging, when the need for air became too much, the two lovebirds finally separated. But they were still close, with their foreheads touching.
Both of them opened their eyes and saw each other softly smiling, with their lips swollen and their hair messy.
“I guess I am not just your friend anymore,” Parvati said breathlessly.
“You haven’t since the time I finally realised how amazing you are and how much I want you to be more than just my friends,” Harry told her, softly caressing her flushed cheeks.
Parvati's heart warmed through his words, but she held her emotions in control, no matter how much she wanted to squeal and kiss the boy she liked so much.
Putting on a stern face, she said, “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean that we are more than friends; you still have to take me on a date and then propose to me if I could be your girlfriend.”
Harry chuckled, seeing her act; he knew she was playing with him by the way her hands were still lovingly rubbing on his hard chest.
“Is that so?” He asked her.
Parvati nodded, biting her lips hard to stop the smile from her face.
“Alright then,” Harry said, pulling his hand away from her waist despite the way Parvati whined in displeasure.
He then took her hands off his chest, grabbed them in his, and looked into her dark, curious eyes. "Parvati, will you go on a date with me the next Hogsmeade weekend?” He asked with a charming smile.
Parvati, failing to hold her lips back, smiled widely and squealed, "Yes, Harry, yes, I will!” She then jumped into his arms, kissing those lips she had been eyeing the whole time Harry was proposing.
Just as Harry was pulling her close and deepening the kiss, Parvati pulled back and pressed hard on his chest.
"Harry, wait,” Parvati gasped. “We forgot something.”
“What?” Harry asked frustratingly, as he just wanted to kiss her.
“Your score!” Parvati exclaimed, and then, grabbing his hand, she dragged him back to the arena.
Just when he was going to ask what she meant, Harry got his answer when he saw the judge standing and waiting for him.
"Ah, finally, our fourth and most exciting champion is here." Bagman yelled into his microphone. “Now judges, please score our youngest champion's marvellous performance.”
As Harry anxiously waited for his marks, he felt a soft, smaller hand slide into his larger hands. Looking down, he saw Parvati smiling at him, and he smiled back, squeezing her hand.
Madame Maxine went first and gave him a ‘9’
Harry took the score happily, but Parvati at the side was not satisfied, going by the words she was cursing the French lady.
Crouch went next and gave him a ‘9’ which Harry thought was surprising, going by the shocked face of Parvati.
And then Dumbledore and Bagman both gave him a ‘10’ which Parvati cheered loudly with the crowd.
In the last was Karkarof, who, with a face like he ate a lemon, scored him '4'.
“There you have it, ladies and gentlemen; our youngest champion is the one who finished the task first with the highest points,” Bagman yelled, and the crowd cheered in his praise.
But all Harry was hearing were Parvati's angry, pissed words in his ears, who, by the look of it, was ready to murder the Drumstrang headmaster.
“4 points! Is that bearded fool mad? He is such a fucking cunt; he is jealous that his student didn’t win the task. When I get my hands on that motherfuMMPPHH,”
Harry, who was almost close to dying laughing, noticed where she was going, put his hand on the mouth of the angry witch, and carried her out before her words were heard by the breaded cunt as she called him.
All the whole Harry carried the lovely witch, who was angry on his behalf, and tried to calm her down by telling her how he still won and was in the first place.
What Harry didn’t know was that Parvati had already calmed down but was just acting angry because she wanted to stay in his arms.
What they both didn’t know was that two Gryffindor ex-friends of Harry were in the Champion's tents they just left, looking for him.
-
It was the Saturday of the first week of December, and Harry was at the big door at the entrance of the Howard's, waiting for Parvati for their date.
He noticed the many witches eying him hungrily, and Harry knew the reason why. He had taken his time today to get ready to impress her because he felt she would really appreciate it.
On the bottom, he was wearing black jeans; on the top, a thick white t-shirt; and over that, he was donning a black leather jacket.
Harry had never given much thought to fashion or how to dress himself better before, but now that Parvati has come into his life, that has changed.
He began putting effort into what he should wear and how he looked, although, in Parvati’s opinion, it still wasn’t enough since, as the fashionista she was, she needed everything to be considered and thought of.
Harry knew that if there was one field Parvati should go after school, it should be in the fashion world, and if she needed his help, he would do everything to make her dream come true.
Hearing heavy boots, Harry turned to his left, and his heart began beating faster at the sight.
Parvati was coming towards him with a beautiful smile on her face.
And her smile wasn’t the only pretty thing about her.
She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater on top that was tightly hugging her, showing her modest chest, and a short black pleated skirt with leggings on.
Drifting his eyes down, he found the source of the noise when his eyes landed on her black knee-length boots.
All in all, she looked like the perfect combination of winter comfort and hotness.
By the time his eyes were back on her smiling face, she was already in front of him, checking him out just like he was.
"Harry, you look so good!” Parvati gushed at him, grabbing his jacket.
“Not as good as you,” Harry replied in his huskier voice.
“Do you like it?” Parvati asked, twirling for him.
Harry bit his lip as his eyes went straight at her bubble butt in that tight skirt.
“I love it,” Harry answered, hugging her closer to him and softly kissing her cheeks close to her lips.
Parvati's smile widened, and there was a red hue on her cheeks as she stared up at him adorably. "So, what’s the plan for our date?”
“It’s a surprise, so you will have to wait and see,” Harry smirked, winking at her.
Parvati huffed and tried to act petulant, but as Harry hooked her arm through his elbow, she giddily followed him, excited to see what he had planned.
They both took a carriage for themselves and, alone in the cabin, made their way to the Hogsmeade.
Harry draped his around her shoulder, and Parvati snuggled closer to him happily for his warmth and to feel his hard body.
Soon they were in the village, and he outstretched his hand to Parvati to help her climb down, which she did with a smile.
"So... what are we doing?” Parvati cocked an eyebrow at him.
"First, we will start with the shopping." Harry answered, “So whatever you want, you can buy it first, and then we will go for the lunch date I have planned.”
“Brilliant!” Parvati grinned and grabbed Harry; she dragged him with her to the first shop they could find, which was Scriventshaft’s Quill Shop.
Shaking his head, Harry followed her into the shop, and they both shopped for the stationary things they needed.
At the counter, Harry tried to pay, but Parvati stubbornly refused and paid for her things herself.
Once they were outside, Harry turned to her with a frown and said, "Parvati, why won’t you let me pay? I wanted to."
"Harry, I didn’t mean to do it to show that I didn’t need your help." Parvati said softly, touching his arm, “I only did that because right now I have my own money that I earned myself, and I want to buy things with it.”
“Your own earned money?” Harry asked, feeling confused.
"Hmm, I do,” Parvati nodded, smiling mischievously, “and I earned it because of you.”
“Because of me?” Harry was even more puzzled.
Parvati giggled, looking at his cute, puzzled face. “You remember twins taking bets on who would win the first task?” she asked him.
Harry nodded, still not getting what she meant.
“So I also bet in that pool, and I put 50 galleons on your win,” Parvati smirked. “And guess how much I got in return?”
Harry hummed, thinking, “Double?”
Parvati shook her head.
“Triple?”
Another shake of the head.
“Four times?”
Another shake of the head.
“Five times?!”
And another shake of the head.
“What the fuck?” Harry swore with wide eyes. “How much did you get?”
“Ten times in return,” Parvati boasted proudly.
Harry's jaw hit the floor, and his eyes were wide like saucers. “Ten times! You mean to tell me with one bet you have won half the prize money of the tournament itself?!”
Parvati nodded, grinning.
Harry shook his head and pinched his nose. “You know what? You can buy anything for yourself with your money. I am going to stop trying to be chivalrous because right now you have even more money than me.”
Parvati giggled and grabbed his bicep. “Glad you finally accepted it, and don’t worry, if you need anything, just ask, and I will buy it for you,” she said, playfully patting his arm.
Harry snorted, and she laughed at him, then stopped where her eyes fell on something and became wide.
“Honeyduke!” Parvati squealed, seeing the sweet shop. "Harry, this is the shop I really came here for. Come on, let’s go before everything gets finished.”
Before Harry could even say or do anything, he was being dragged through as Parvati practically ran to the shop.
And in the next fifteen minutes he spent in the shop with her, Harry realised one thing.
Parvati Patil has the biggest sweet tooth he has ever seen.
The girl was practically leaping from one sweet to another, tasting everything, and filling her bags, which Harry didn’t know when they went from one to multiples.
And when he saw the total bill, Harry realised that when Parvati said she was going to use her bet winning money today, she didn’t mean in different shops; she meant it to be used in one single shop.
After a very amusing 15 minutes, Harry was finally out of the shop with one of his hands full of bags of sweets, and holding his other was Parvati, who was eating a lollipop.
Harry had to try not to look at her because if he did, he knew it would be very hard for him to not get hard after seeing the way she was sucking the lollipop and moaning after every lick.
And he knew she was exaggerating it intentionally.
"Harry,” hearing her name, turned to her and focused only on her eyes and not on her lips. “I think my shopping is done; it’s time for that lunch date you promised.”
Harry was going to answer her but stopped when, from the corner of his eye, he saw something pink, and a mischievous idea came into his mind.
The naughty witch has been teasing him, and now he has found a way to get his revenge.
Turning right Harry took her to the shop the opposite way from where they were going.
He stopped in front of a very pink-coloured shop and smiled at her. “This is where I have planned our date.”
Parvati, who was enjoying her lollipop, stopped licking it, and her eyes turned wide in horror.
"H-Harry, you are joking, right?” She faked laughter and begged him with her eyes to say yes.
“Why would I be joking?” Harry frowned. “I have heard many great things about this shop and how girls love to go on a date here.”
“Do you not like it?” He added with a hurt look, mentally patting himself on the back for the superb acting.
Parvati, who was chewing her lips while staring at the shop, finally shook her head and gave him a very fake smile. “Of course, I like it. I was just testing you.”
She giggled nervously, her eyes dreading seeing what was happening in that horrible shop.
Harry finally lost it, seeing her try her best to look happy for him while at the same time not being disgusted.
He burst out laughing, startling Parvati, who stared at him in confusion until finally she realised he was playing with her.
Her face turned red in embarrassment, and she began hitting his rumbling chest. “You stupid prat! stop laughing! Why would you joke something like that?”
“I-I a-am s-s-sorry but your face." Harry pointed at her red face between his laughs and said, “Y-Your face looked so horrified.”
“Shut up! It’s not funny!” Parvati huffed and crossed her arms, pouting like a child.
Harry, with some difficulty, stopped laughing. “I am sorry, but I did that because you were teasing me first.”
“When did I tease you?” Parvati asked innocently, as if she didn’t know.
“You know what I am talking about,” Harry told her, pulling her closer.
"No, I don’t think I do.” Parvati smirked.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. He then grabbed her hands again, and this time they made their way to the place where he had the real date planned.
Parvati this time smiled widely, seeing the place they were going. “Three broomsticks?”
"Yep,” Harry grinned, holding the door open for her.
Parvati entered the lively bar, with Harry following behind her.
Looking around, she was slightly concerned when she noticed all the tables were full.
She turned around to ask Harry, but instead got her answer when she heard him talking with the bar owner.
“Here for your date, Harry?” Rosemerta asked, leaning on the counter and smiling playfully at the couple.
“I am,” Harry nodded confidently. "Do you have the keys?”
“Oh, I do” Rosemerta smirked, handing him the key, and then winked at them. “Have fun, you two.”
Harry shook his head at the mischievous bar owner.
He took the key, and wrapping his arm around the stunned Parvati, he weaved through the crowd to the upstairs of the bar, where private booths were.
“You booked a booth for our date?” Parvati asked in shock and joy.
"Yep.” Harry smiled down at her and opened their booth.
Parvati entered the booth and gasped in surprise when she saw a two-chair couple table with romantic décor around the room.
“Harry… did you do this?” Parvati breathlessly asked while touching the red rose in the vase on the table.
"Well, technically, Rosemerta did." Harry said, pulling the chair for her and pushing her back in, “But I did tell her to do this.”
“How?” Parvati asked, leaning forward, “When did you even come here to book this?”
Harry shook his head. “I didn’t come here; I just sent Dobby with my request and money, and it looks like Rosemerta outdid herself," he said, looking impressed with the romantic décor.
“You did all this just for me?” Parvati whispered.
Harry nodded. “Of course, I wanted this to be the best date for you.” He then smiled hesitantly. “Am I doing good?”
“Harry” Parvati took his hands in hers and smiled beautifully. “Even before this, it was already the best date I could dream of, but now it is the best first date ever a lucky girl could have, and I am so happy that you did this for me.”
Harry smiled in relief and lovingly kissed her hands. “This is just the start, though.”
“What do you mean?” Parvati frowned.
Harry smiled slyly. “Dobby”
A popped sound and an elf appeared that Parvati had become very familiar with, but she was shocked to see the crazy elf in a butler uniform rather than the tattered clothes she was used to seeing him in.
“Dobby is here, Master, with the dishes for you and Mistress," the normally overexcited elf said normally with a graceful bow and out the plate of steaming food on the table.
And with one last bow, he disappeared, leaving a shocked Parvati and an amusedly smiling Harry.
“Harry… what.. Dobby?" Parvati stuttered, blinking at the spot where the elf was.
"Well, that was our butler for the date,” Harry said playfully. He was loving how shocked she was.
He then pulled the lid away from the plate and said, “And this is the food I told him to make for us.”
Parvati forgot about her confused state once she smelled the aroma of the food, and her mouth watered at the wide variety of dishes.
Her eyes stared in wonder and then in surprise when she noticed how every dish was her favourite.
She looked up at Harry, who was staring at her with a knowing expression, as he was already aware of what she was going to ask.
"Harry, how did you know my favourite foods?” She asked him.
“I asked Padma." Harry shrugged. “And she told me everything you like and dislike.”
Parvati bit her cheeks as her eyes became moist, emotionally staring at the wonderful man in front of her.
She didn’t know how she got so lucky to get to date her crush in the first place, but now she felt luckier knowing how amazing he was.
To ask her sister about her food taste just to make her happy was something she never expected when she dreamed about the man she wanted to be with.
And even though her dream man was Harry, seeing how much better the real Harry was, she knew she was falling and falling hard.
“You’re amazing; do you know that?” Parvati smiled softly, staring at him fondly.
Harry chuckled. “Let’s first eat before this gets cold; after that, we could talk all about how amazing I am.”
Parvati giggled, and as soon as Harry filled her plate, she began wolfing it down hungrily.
Harry stared at her in amusement and fear for her, but he knew it was futile to stop her. Instead, he filled his own plate and began eating as well, moaning at the amazing food.
He would have to do something special for Dobby to reward him for making such amazing food.
Soon, when their hunger was half sated, they began talking about everything and anything while they enjoyed the dinner.
Harry loved hearing Parvati talk because she was so animated and passionate when she talked about the things she liked.
They talked about what they had planned for their future; Harry was still not sure, but Parvati had already set her mind to being a fashion designer.
And Harry knew she would be one of the best.
The favourite topic for Harry was when Parvati told him about her family.
It was so fascinating to see her talk about her family with a wistful smile on her face.
He found out she was from a big traditional Indian family with many cousins, aunts, and uncles that lived in India.
For Harry, who never had any family, it was a little painful hearing her, but it also filled him with a desire for a big family for his future.
After a half hour, their food was finally finished, and they were just cleaning the dessert.
Finishing her cup of ice cream, Parvati leaned back in her chair with her hand on her full stomach.
“That was the best lunch I ever had,” she said, smiling in satisfaction.
Harry mock-bowed “Glad you liked it, my lady,” he said gracefully.
Both burst out laughing and basked in the joy of their love for each other.
“So…” Harry raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“So, what, Harry?” Parvati asked, feeling confused.
“You told me I had to take you on a date first." Harry smiled, leaning forward. “And I have, so can I ask you now if you would be my girlfriend?”
Both of them already knew the answer to that long before, but Harry decided to play with her, and Parvati wasn’t going to back down.
Instead of answering him, she just smirked and, pushing her chair back, slid to her knees and then crawled under the table to him.
Harry was shocked when he felt her hands on his jeans, unbuttoning them.
He looked down in shock and lust at her smirking face, right over his crotch.
“Will this answer your question?” She purred and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one tug.
Her dark eyes widened when she was slapped on the face with something very big and heavy.
Staring cross-eyed at the massive piece of meat on her face, she gasped, "Fuck, Harry.... It’s so big!”
She exclaimed in awe, and holding the thick cock in her small hands, she compared it to her arm and found it as big as her arm and as thick as her wrist.
“I have dreamed about this for the past few days,” she moaned, sniffing the musky cock. "But Merlin, it wasn’t this big in my dream.”
Harry closed his eyes and groaned, feeling her soft hands on his shaft.
He can’t believe how this has turned out; he never would have thought Parvati would do something like this.
He had hoped for it, but not on the first date.
But fucking Merlin, he was not regretting it one bit.
He looked down and bit his lips when he saw Parvati cooing in awe at his cock and kissing his big, hanging balls.
Parvati licked her way from his balls to the tip of his cock and stared at him with hunger and lust.
“I have never given a blowjob before, but I will try my best to make it good for you,” she promised, stroking his cock with her hands.
“Believe me, whatever you do will be amazing for me,” Harry replied huskily, breathing heavily.
“You know just what to say, Harry." Parvati smiled softly, and then her face turned back to sultry. "Now, will you make sure that no one comes, would you?”
Before Harry could even tell her that she had nothing to worry about since the room was warded, he had to hold on to the table, and a moan left his lips when she took his cock in her mouth.
He stared in awe at her, feeling her slick tongue and the warmth of her mouth.
He was never going to masturbate again with his own hands when he could have something so much better.
Parvati moaned as she got the first taste of cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around his head, bathing it in her saliva.
Pulling back, she spit on the cock and, with her hands, spread it around the whole cock.
She then took it back in her mouth and began bobbing her head, sucking him deeper with each thrust.
And with the rest of his cock that was not in her mouth, she stroked it with her hands covered in her spit.
Feeling something thick on her tongue, she closed her lips around his head and sucked Harry's precum, moaning at the taste all the while.
Harry gripped the table hard, his knuckles turning white as he held himself from blasting his cum early in her mouth.
He didn’t know how she could say this was her first time when she was so good at it.
Parvati smirked, seeing how focused Harry was as he held himself from cumming.
She wanted to tease him and make him wait, but right now she really wanted his cum in her mouth.
Gripping his cock from its base, she lunged forward and took his cock as deep as she could.
GARGGHHK GARGGHHHK
Harry moaned loudly, and Parvati's eyes watered as she gagged on the cock that was touching the back of her throat.
Pulling back from his cock, she took a deep breath and stared in shock when she found out she hadn’t even reached half of his cock.
As much as she wanted to deepthroat him, she couldn’t right now without practice, but not to be discouraged by it, she decided to change her technique.
She took the back in her mouth, but instead of going deeper, she hollowed her cheeks and started sucking the third of his cock, and the rest she stroked with her hands.
Slurp slurp
Slurping of her mouth and hands was the only sound in the room as she twisted her hands and hollowed her cheeks. She sucked his cock harder with only one thing on her mind.
To make Harry explode in her mouth.
Harry was having the time of his life and, at the same time, the hardest time as well.
He was really trying to last longer, but he made the mistake of looking down in her dark eyes, begging for him to cum, and the way her hands and mouth were slurping expertly on his cock.
After that, he finally lost it.
Grabbing her head with his hands, Harry held her mouth on his cock, and with a deep groan, he exploded in her mouth.
Parvati moaned around the erupting cock in her mouth as rope after rope of Harry’s thick, warm cum landed on her tongue.
She closed her eyes, licking the underside of his cock with her tongue and her hands stroking it faster as she drained every drop of his cum from his ball.
But Harry came much more than she was expecting, and her mouth bulged with his cum, and some even dribbled out to her chin.
Thankfully, Harry finally stopped cumming and released her head, dropping down on the chair with a relaxed, sated smile on his face.
Parvati pulled her mouth off his cock, and staring into Harry’s astonished eyes, she opened her mouth, showing him the pool of his cum, and then swallowed it with a moan.
"Hmm, tasty.” She opened her eyes and smirked sexily at him. “That was tastier than the dessert.”
Harry stared in shock and then laughed at the absurdity of what she said.
Parvati crawled from under the table and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling at him.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass in her skirt. “You know you still haven’t given me a yes or no to my question,” he teased her.
Parvati giggled, and shaking her head, she leaned down to capture his lips and snogged him with all her love and hunger for him.
Both lovers stayed in lock in an affectionate snogging, swapping their tongues and spits as their kiss became deeper.
In the end, both of them lightly kissed each other and pulled back.
Parvati smiled lovingly, staring into his beautiful eyes. "Yes, Harry, I would love to be your girlfriend,” she whispered to his lips.
Harry smiled widely and grabbed her in a tight hug as both stayed like that in an embrace, enjoying each other’s presence and love for each other.
-
After ten minutes of extra snogging, the couple were finally on the street on their way to Hogwarts after giving the smirking Rosemerta the key back.
Harry's arms were around Parvati's waist, and both of her hands were around his, enjoying his strong, warm body.
Just when they reached the carriage, Harry suddenly remembered something.
“Wait!” He shouted, shocking Parvati. “I forgot to ask you one last thing.”
“What is it?” She asked, a little annoyed at the loss of his arm on her waist.
Harry coughed and took her hands in his. “Parvati Patil, would you give me the honour of taking you to Yule Ball as my date?”
Parvati stood still, blinking at him, and when Harry began sweating for an answer, she quietly said, “Are you serious?”
"Yes, yes, I am." Harry nodded, feeling confused by her blank face.
"Harry, you silly idiot!” Parvati shouted, hitting his chest, “We just had the best romantic date, then I literally gave you a blowjob and even said yes to being your girlfriend, and you are still asking me this.”
"Um, I thought girls liked it when their boyfriend proposed to them to be their date." Harry said, feeling like an idiot.
Despite her slight annoyance, Parvati giggled at his adorable face. "Yes, they do, but you don’t have to worry about it; my answer would have been yes, even if we were not dating." She fondly smiled up at him.
"Oh, alright, that’s good." Harry chuckled in relief. “I am sorry for being an idiot; I am just not used to it.”
“Me too, and don’t be sorry; I love these little sillinesses of yours." Parvati whispered and leaned up to kiss him softly.
Harry smiled as he kissed and wrapped his arms around her to deepen the kiss, but was stopped by her.
"Harry, wait,” she breathed, and she looked curiously at him. “Do you have the robes for the ball?”
“I do,” Harry replied uncertainly.
“What colour are they?”
"Um, plain black.”
"No, that won’t do." Parvati shook her head, and then, surprising Harry, she grabbed his hand and dragged him with her back to where they came from.
"Parvati, what is going on?” Harry asked as he followed the hurriedly marching girl.
"Harry, we need to buy you a new robe that matches mine,” she told him over her shoulder, and before Harry could ask why, she continued, “You are a champion, and as such, we both need to go looking our best to make an impression on everyone.”
Harry conceded the right point she made, shut his mouth, and followed his determined girlfriend with a smile and one thought in his mind.
I am so lucky to have her.
Comments
GhostnKC
Sad to say I've never thought about the Harry Parvati duo. So far I'm liking it.
