A Scoundrel's Staycation Ch. 38 (Harry Potter)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Lavender’s interview~

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“I want you to know I don’t hold it against you, Lord Hallows. The fact that you interviewed with Luna Lovegood before me.”

Harry raises an amused eyebrow at Lavender’s words as they sit down for their interview at long last. This prompts Lavender to elaborate, a bright smile on her face.

“I’m sure she ambushed you at a relatively inopportune time, asking you all sorts of strange questions that you really didn’t have a proper answer to. Having read the Quibbler’s article on you, I’m sure you’re quite scandalized at how she misrepresented your words.”

Hah, funny Lavender should say that, because he was much more certain it would be the blonde in front of him who would potentially misrepresent his words, rather than the blonde he’d already interviewed with. But he also can’t exactly be too offended on Luna’s behalf… this disbelief that Lavender is expressing is exactly what Harry had been banking on when he’d told Luna so much of the truth about himself, after all.

That said, knowing what he knew about Lavender’s mentor being Rita Skeeter and the fact that the latter woman was now the Daily Prophet’s Editor-In-Chief… well, Harry would certainly have to be careful with Lavender. Or perhaps he would have to find a way to make sure she only printed the truth…

“I don’t think it would be very polite for me to comment on one of your peers, Miss Brown. This interview isn’t about Lady Lovegood anyways, now is it?”

The reminder that Luna was technically magical nobility while Lavender wasn’t is enough to settle the blonde down a bit. Though it was interesting that Luna didn’t attend the Wizengamot Meeting. On the one hand, politics wasn’t her cup of tea in any timeline. On the other hand, they had developed a fairly good rapport and he was the one to call the meeting.

But, eh… she probably figured he didn’t need her help. Or that her support would be more of a hindrance than anything.

Shifting in her chair, Lavender nods.

“Of course… but I hope you do understand that I’m going to have to ask you to clarify some things for me about that article. For instance, the Quibbler’s article claims that you aren’t from our world at all, but rather from an alternate universe. It also claims you are an alternate version of the very same Harry Potter that died alongside his parents just over twenty years ago. There’s no truth to any of that, right?”

Chuckling, Harry just shakes his head.

“Lavender, I think both you and I know the answer to that question.”

Lavender smiles back at him, seeming to either miss the obvious obfuscation or not care. She nods along amicably, even as she jots down notes on her notepad. To her credit, she’s at least not using the same Quick-Quotes Quill that Rita had used back in the day. He wonders why not, but not enough to actually ask.

“… And what about the other assertion in the article? That you’re here to save all of Magical Britain? Some might say it certainly feels like that’s why you’re here. Perhaps there’s a kernel of truth to that bit, at least?”

Harry just chuckles again.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But really… I’m more than happy running my business and partaking in the Wizengamot. I’ve enjoyed the work I’ve done here so far in Magical Britain, and I intend to continue to do it well into the future.”

Lavender narrows her eyes at that last bit.

“You really aren’t afraid that the curse might come for you at any time? You don’t think you’re in danger, what with being the only magical male in all of Britain?”

Harry arches a brow in response.

“Technically, I’m not. There’s still Rubeus Hagrid over at Hogwarts, after all.”

And Filch of course but Filch wasn’t magical. Hagrid was… he just wasn’t allowed to wield a wand. The mention of Hagrid has Lavender’s nose scrunching up though. After a moment she remembers herself and quickly smooths out her face, letting out a tittering laugh.

“Sure, I’ll rephrase… you’re the only eligible magical male in all of Britain. I’m sure you’ve had dozens of witches proposition you at this point, no?”

Harry lets a mysterious smile spread across his face at that, even as he knows Lavender is only asking such a pointed question because of what she and Luna caught happening with Amelia Bones and Penny Clearwater the other week. This interview was to buy her silence on that though, so if she did mention the Minister or her Senior Undersecretary in the article, Harry was going to be quite upset.

“I certainly won’t be commenting on that sort of thing, Miss Brown.”

The indirect reprimand causes Lavender to flush for a moment, looking like she’s acknowledged his admonishment even as she ducks her head. However, a moment later she surprises him with her next words.

“You know… I almost wish it were true, Lord Hallows. The bit about you being here to save us all.”

Hm? Harry watches as Lavender sets down her quill and notepad, staring him in the eyes with a familiar sort of intensity.

“Or maybe I just wanted you to save me.”

Well now. He shouldn’t… but he takes the bait anyways.

“Save you from what, Miss Brown?”

Lavender draws out her wand slowly, making it clear she’s not threatening him with it. Then, she points it at herself and her clothes begin to unravel right there on the spot, stripping her naked in a sexy, slutty manner right before Harry’s eyes.

“Loneliness. Neglect. It’s been a while, Lord Hallows. It’s not fair, the way we all have to live… and I’m such a social creature…”

When he doesn’t say anything one way or another, Lavender crawls down from her chair and onto the floor. Completely naked, the buxom blonde witch crawls over to him on all fours, biting her lower lip as she looks up at Harry with big blue eyes. Her hands spread his knees apart and then go to his crotch, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants right then and there.

As he still doesn’t do anything to stop her, Lavender takes that as permission to go further and reaches into his pants, wrapping her hand around his cock and dragging it out of its confines. Her intentions are obvious… soften him up and get him nice and satiated before getting answers to her harder questions.

But the thing is… Harry sees an opportunity here too. If he tires her out, leaving her wanting more… he can wrap her around his finger and make sure she doesn’t go overboard with her article. She’ll write exactly what he wants her to write if he does this right.

There’s a bit if triumph in Lavender’s eyes as she finally takes him in her mouth, thinking that she has him right where she wants him. Just the tip at first though, because she reaches down a moment later to grab her tits and lift them up, wrapping them around the rest of his still hardening cock.

She has a nice rack, that’s for sure. Not quite as big as Death’s (or rather, Morticia Addam’s), but still pleasantly plump in their own right. And she obviously knows it too, possibly considering them her best features given the emphasis on showing them off and using them to satisfy him.

Her breasts slide up and down his length while she suckles and slurps at the head of his cock. Her tongue works over his glans, slipping this way and that, even as her soft cleavage presses in on him from both sides, her hands pushing her tits together to provide the perfect pillowy experience.

Harry lets out a rumbling groan, rewarding her efforts and encouraging her to go faster. It works perfectly, Lavender promptly accelerating her work, shifting her tits up and down his shaft faster and faster and also bobbing further and further down his cock with her mouth.

He’s at full mast by now, so when Lavender hits the halfway point and starts running into the back of her throat, Harry isn’t surprised. Nor is he surprised when she doesn’t do any more than that, clearly viewing the dual blowjob-titjob she’s giving him as more than enough without her outright deep throating his member.

To be fair, Lavender Brown is a bit of a pillow princess in most timelines he finds himself in. He’s only had a sexual relationship with a version of her once before, but there was one timeline where she and Ron had gotten married and he and Ron had talked about that sort of thing.

That this Lavender is not just taking the initiative but going this far to make him happy… well, it’s probably a combination of circumstances isn’t it? She wants to satisfy him so she can get the answers to her questions for the article she’s writing. At the same time, there was almost certainly some truth to her claim of loneliness and the fact that it’s probably been a while.

Technically, witches from Magical Britain could just go over to the mainland and have flings there. For some reason they weren’t doing so, however. Was it because there was some stigma associated with coupling with any British Witch at this point? Or was it something else?

Either way, Harry enjoys Lavender’s efforts greatly, even as she mewls and sucks and slurps at his cock. Until finally, he places a hand atop her head and holds her firmly in place.

“Here it comes Miss Brown.”

She doesn’t protest or resist his hold, simply looking up at him with big blue eyes and sucking all the harder. Until finally, Harry tips over the edge and cums, filling her mouth with his seed. Her cheeks puff out as her mouth almost immediately begins to overflow, then she starts to swallow and gets it all under control, drinking down every last drop.

When it’s finally done, his balls emptied, Lavender pulls back in a slow, languid fashion, her eyes fluttering as she sucks every inch of the first half of his cock on the way out. His member pops free of her mouth with a pop, springing up and not remotely softening.

Seeing this, Lavender’s eyes light up.

“Oh… looks like you’re even more of a man than I’d thought, Lord Hallows. I hope you don’t mind if I go for a ride~”

She climbs to her feet then, fully intent on climbing into his lap and impaling herself on his cock. This… is when Harry makes his move. As fun as it might be to have her bouncing up and down on his dick with her tits in his face, he wants to take control. He wants to show Lavender the joys of submission... and more specifically, of submitting to him.

With that in mind, he lets Lavender stand up… and then grabs her by the hips and spins her around. The blonde barely has time to react with a gasp before he’s dragged her back into his lap, his cock winding up sliding up right between her thighs as she clamps down on it. Grinding her pussy against his shaft, Lavender arches her back and lays her head on his shoulder, looking at him with a soft moan.

“Ah… you’re so rough, Lord Hallows~”

She doesn’t know the half of it. Chuckling, Harry lets her give him a thighjob for a moment more… and then lifts her up and promptly deposits her down onto his cock, sliding her along his member right then and there. Lavender cries out as she’s speared upon his man meat, her pussy walls stretching around his dick. She’s tight but also wet, showing just how aroused everything has gotten her so far.

Immediately, Harry goes on the offensive. His hands wrap around to grab at her tits, groping and squeezing and mauling them to his heart’s content. At the same time, he brings his mouth to Lavender’s neck, clamping down and sucking away at her sensitive flesh.

The wanton moans that spill from her lips are subsequently cut off when he starts to move down below, thrusting upwards with his hips and burying his entire cock in her cunt again and again.

“A-Ah! O-Oh! Nnnngh… FUCK!”

Smirking even as he suckles hard enough to leave a hickie, Harry doesn’t hold anything back. Perhaps Lavender thought she could still control things so long as she stayed on top, but all she’s done is put herself in his grasp. Slamming up into her from below, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh quickly becomes audible, even as he pounds her pussy into the shape of his cock and fucks her silly.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Lavender quickly loses the capacity for words, moaning up a storm of unintelligible nonsense instead and shuddering her way through orgasm after orgasm on his cock. He fucks her like nothing else, plowing her deeper than she's probably ever been plowed before.

Honestly, he feels a little bad that Lavender is getting his dick before Luna did... after all, the other blonde had asked. If she came around again asking for 'insemination’, he would certainly be predisposed to giving her what she desired, if only because he was doing this now with Lavender.

That said, as he pounds Lavender into a mewling puddle of a woman, kneading her titflesh, sucking at her neck, and all around driving her to the heights of ecstasy again and again, Harry does feel himself getting close. Which means he needs to decide where he’s going to deliver his load to really drive home just who’s in charge here…

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