A Scoundrel's Staycation Ch. 39 (Harry Potter)

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

A/N: Finishing up with Lavender~

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Coming to a decision, Harry disengages his lips from Lavender’s neck, having already sucked long and hard enough to leave a red mark there. At the same time, he leaves one hand on one of her pale tits, still groping and squeezing, while bringing the other hand up to her throat, closing his fingers around her neck.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Continuing to drive up into Lavender from below, Harry grips down on her neck just firmly enough to make her choke and gurgle a little bit. This causes her to tighten up around his cock even further while her moans turn to warbles and her entire body shudders.

“You want me to fill you up, Lavender? You want me to cum deep inside of you?”

It takes a second for her to properly process his words, given how much she’s drowning from the pleasure. When she finally registers what he’s saying though, she instantly tips over the edge, cumming HARD on his cock and milking him for all she’s worth.

That still isn’t enough to make him cum though and Harry just continues to thrust up into her from below, fucking her upon his member like a man possessed. Until finally, Lavender musters the strength to nod rapidly, her head going up and down in a bob that makes it clear what she wants.

Smirking, Harry gives her what she desires, having more than displayed his dominance at this point. He slams Lavender down onto his cock one final time, her legs going straight and her toes curling… and then he cums inside of her, filling her with his seed.

Unlike with Pansy, he doesn’t bother sterilizing things. If he wants to really get Lavender on side after all, what better way than to make sure she has… additional incentive to stay a good girl for him? And so Harry fills the blonde with a nice, thick load of life-giving seed, pumping her womb to the brim and then some. It takes an entire minute for his balls to finally empty, at which point Lavender, who had been seizing up and shuddering the entire while, collapses back against his chest, panting and wheezing for air.

Harry holds her steady as she lays back against him, her limbs all splayed out and her body sprawled across his chest and lap. His hands move to massage her breasts some more while Lavender recovers, making her mewl rather pathetically. But eventually, she comes back to herself and once he sees that, Harry steadily drags her up off of his cock, much to her whimpering disappointment.

In the end, he’s not all that surprised when she gets to her feet… and then immediately collapses to her knees. Not because her legs are overly wobbly, though they’re certainly a little wobbly. No, she collapses to her knees on purpose so she can spin around and once again attack his cock with her mouth, taking him past her lips to suck him clean.

Harry lets her do so but stops her from trying to take it any further than that with a hand atop her head that gently but firmly pushes her away after a beat. Lavender looks up at him with a pout, but Harry just chuckles.

“Do try to remember why you’re here, Miss Brown.”

Blushing at the light reprimand, Lavender huffs.

“I know exactly why I’m here; Lord Hallows. Because you’re the only man in all of Magical Britain worth a damn and I wanted to see if I could get you to fuck me properly. Not running that story about Clearwater was a small price to pay if I could bed you in return.”

Harry arches a brow at the brazen, blunt explanation of her motivations. Lavender just smiles wryly and reaches down, scooping some of his cum out of her freshly fucked pussy and bringing it to her lips to suck her digits clean.

“Mm… of course, I didn’t expect you to go that far with me. You might have just knocked me up, Lord Hallows~”

Harry nods.

“Yes. And if I did… then you and the baby will be taken care of. You have my word about that.”

Lavender’s eyes widen as she feels the magic reverberate through the air at his promise. It’s not quite a magically binding vow… but there’s still strength in his words and power behind the promise. A shudder runs through Lavender that causes her tits to jiggle for a moment as she licks her lips nervously.

“R-Right… well then…”

Getting to her feet, the naked blonde moves back to the chair she’d vacated and sits down, crossing one leg over the other like she hasn’t just been soundly fucked by him or isn’t completely naked and sweaty. Smirking at him as she picks back up her notepad and quill, Lavender arches a brow.

“Why don’t you tell me how the rest of this interview is going to go, Lord Hallows~”

Well now… clever girl. Still, he doesn’t mind Lavender Brown showcasing her intelligence here. She clearly knows which way her bread is buttered… and in this case, he’s well and truly usurped her loyalty from the Daily Prophet… if she’d had any loyalty to her place of employment in the first place.

What follows is Harry dictating both questions and answers to keep the article Lavender will write about him engaging but also mostly a nothingburger. Not quite so bland that it will hurt the Daily Prophet’s sales… but certainly not the scandalous hit piece that Harry suspects someone like Rita would have preferred.

However, Lavender shows no signs of being bothered by how he wants her to write her article, so either Rita isn’t as bad in this dimension or Lavender just isn’t afraid of how she’ll ultimately react. Either way, they make good time in finishing up the interview.

At which point, Lavender licks her lips and leans forward, pushing her tits together with her arms as she gives Harry a sultry sort of grin. Just when Harry thinks he’s going to have to deny her request for a second round, the words that actually come out of her mouth surprise him instead.

“You know, Lord Hallows… we should do this again sometime. Soon. And with a friend of mine brought along as well.”

Harry arches a brow at that.

“A friend of yours, hm? And who might you have in mind, Miss Brown?”

Licking her lips, Lavender hesitates for just a moment before going for broke.

“… Her name is Parvati Patil. She’s the Fashion Reporter for Witch Weekly. And she would just love to meet you… and ‘meat’ you if you catch my drift~”

Harry snorts at the crude, inelegant joke. But at the same time, his smile falters a bit.

“Ah… that might be a bit of a problem.”

Lavender’s brow raises in response and she looks taken aback for a moment before frowning.

“Ugh, you’re not bigoted are you? I assure you, Parvati might be Indian but she’s-!”

“No, no. Seriously? That’s where you jump to from a simple innocuous comment?”

Harry cuts her off before she can say much more, prompting Lavender to blush and pout a bit. He’s not been accused of such things very often, so she’d better have a good explanation…

“S-Sorry… Parvati and I have been friends since our first year at Hogwarts together. And while most of the pureblood supremacists stuck to hating on half-bloods and muggleborns, there were always a few who took it further just because of the color of Parvati’s skin. I guess I’m just sensitive.”

… Fair enough. He waves a hand through the air and shakes his head.

“It’s fine, at least you were getting angry on a friend’s behalf. Regardless, no I’m not some sort of bigot. The reason having a ‘meating’ with you and Parvati might be a problem… is because I already promised Padma Patil a date, sometime in the near future.”

Lavender’s jaw drops open in shock at that… more shock than Harry is honestly expecting the blonde to express at this revelation.

“P-Padma?! What… when did that happen?!”

Harry arches a brow, but before he can tell her, Lavender overrides him.

“Oh right, the consolidation of the Potter and Black Seats in the Wizengamot. You would have stopped by the offices first and that’s where she works.”

Heh. Lavender really isn’t half bad at this investigative journalist thing. She’d clearly done her research and was keeping tabs on him with the rest of them. Harry didn’t mind all that much though, it was to be expected.

“But… still… Padma is a lesbian!”

Wait, what? That brings him up short and Harry stares at Lavender for a long moment.

“Excuse me?”

Flushing, Lavender squirms in her seat.

“Ah… s-sorry Lord Hallows. It’s just… Padma has always played chaser for the home team, if you catch my meaning.”

He did indeed ‘catch her meaning’. Still, he can’t help but be a little baffled. He doesn’t think Lavender is lying to him… in fact, looking back he can even identify moments where Padma had spent her time sneaking glances at Fleur when she thought they weren’t paying attention.

Indeed, while Padma had certainly been interested in him as a person… it was Fleur that she’d been eyeing up like a piece of meat whenever she got the chance. Hm… so then why the date?

Looking to Lavender, Harry sees the blonde squirming a little in her seat and immediately clocks that she knows more than she’s letting on. He raises a brow at her, causing her to flush.

“So if Padma is a lesbian… why exactly would she ask to go on a date with me, Lavender?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“I think we’re too close for lies at this point, darling.”

Lavender’s blush intensifies and she averts her gaze.

“I… I really shouldn’t. It’s not my story to tell.”

Harry gives Lavender a distinctly unimpressed look at that.

“And yet, somehow I’m starting to suspect that the entire reason you invited me to have a threesome with you and Parvati is tied up in this whole mess.”

The way Lavender jolts at that lets Harry know he’s right on the money there. They sit in awkward silence for another moment longer before she finally lets out a rattling breath and hangs her head.

“Alright just… you can’t tell them I told you this, please. I’m not supposed to tell anyone…”

There’s something downright amusing about Lavender, who was a huge gossip in most worlds he’d been to, struggling so hard with telling him the big secret now. Though of course, in this case it involves one of her best friends… she and Parvati always were thick as thieves, even as they went around spilling the beans and perpetuating rumors about everyone else back at Hogwarts.

Still, when he nods all the same and that seems to be enough for Lavender, who finally launches into an explanation.

“Parvati and Padma are… under increasing amounts of pressure to return to India and accept arranged marriages. Their parents want to use them as prized livestock to make business arrangements and other deals back home and at this point it’s looking more and more like they’re going to have to cave and leave if nothing changes.”

Ah. Now things start to become clearer.

“Really, I’ve never understood it. They sent their daughters to Hogwarts of all places, supposedly to broaden their horizons and give them a good education. And then they’re surprised when neither Parvati nor Padma want to marry some Indian Wizard twice their age ‘for the good of the family’. What did they think was going to happen when they exposed those two to our world?”

Hah. Lavender had a point there. As regressive and stuck in the past as Magical Britain could be sometimes, it was still far more progressive compared to other places in the world… Magical India among them.

“Of course, it’s even worse that Padma is a lesbian. If her parents found out… well, there’s a reason she hasn’t told them. We don’t know what they would do. Parvati, meanwhile, just doesn’t want to give up the life she’s made for herself here. If she keeps going, she could become Witch Weekly’s Editor-in-Chief one day, she’s already one of their best writers. But she can’t keep her career back in India. Her new husband wouldn’t let her.”

Looking at him, Lavender bites her lower lip.

“That’s why… well, if Parvati was to suddenly be pregnant, her parents would probably… hopefully disown her. Or at the very least, if she could say she was deflowered, she could expect the marriage offers to dry up fast. Padma… I guess Padma had the same idea, though I think she just wants to use you as a way to get their parents off of her back.”

Hm. As Lavender finishes her explanation, Harry has to admit that he’s in general agreement with her take on things. The Patil Twins are getting desperate… and Harry isn’t too surprised by that. In a normal version of the world, both Parvati and Padma tended to marry British Wizards from what Harry remembered. Neatly sidestepping the whole “come back to India and accept the arrangements we’ve made for you” dilemma.

But in this world, there were no wizards left for them. And with the rest of the magical world already considering quarantining Magical Britain out of fear of this ‘curse’, it made sense that the pressure from their parents was dialed up to eleven.

Still… was it really Harry’s problem? He had to admit; he was a little annoyed that he hadn’t even realized Padma’s preferences before accepting that date from her. His ego was taking a bit of a hit on that front… but then again, maybe his ego needed the hit.

The question became, was Harry willing to go out of his way to assist Parvati and Padma with their family drama? Or was he better off washing his hands of the whole situation?

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