FIC: The Boldness of Lavender Brown (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Summary: Rather than waiting for a boy to ask her to the Yule Ball, Lavender Brown boldly goes after the one that she wants. She'll do whatever it takes to keep Harry Potter's attention on her, and to give him a night he'll never forget.

Content Warnings/Themes: Aged-up characters

Patreon Exclusive/Early Access

“You’re really going to do it?” Parvati breathed, staring at Lavender wide-eyed as she watched her walk down the stairs from the girls’ side of the Gryffindor dorm. Lavender looked back over her shoulder and smiled at her best friend.

“Of course I am,” she said confidently. “I said I was going to, didn’t I? And he’s right there! What better time than now?”

“But Ron and Hermione are with him too!” Parvati pointed out. She had been surprised enough when Lavender declared her intention to approach Harry at the earliest opportunity and ask him to the Yule Ball herself rather than waiting for him or some other boy to ask her, but apparently the idea of doing it while he sat on the couch in the common room between his two best friends was even more unbelievable to Parvati.

“Even better,” Lavender said, continuing to smile at her friend. While she didn’t think there was anything beyond friendship going on between Harry and Hermione, staking her claim on the champion in front of her brunette roommate was a good way to establish herself. Parvati might lack the confidence to do something like this, but Lavender knew how beautiful she was and how easy it was for her to captivate the boys with her busty body. She’d even caught hints of it with Harry, though he wasn’t as obvious in his staring as the others. That made him even more intriguing to her, and if she needed to get even bolder and more obvious in how she flaunted herself to him, she had no problem with that.

That feeling of boldness and confidence brought her down the stairs, into the common room and towards the couch where Harry and his two best friends were sitting. Oftentimes the trio felt unapproachable and apart from the rest of the school, even those who shared a room with them. But Lavender had no problem approaching now, and the three of them looked up as she walked towards the couch.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked sweetly. Hermione cast her eyes to the full couch and frowned.

“I’m sorry, but this couch really only fits three people,” Hermione pointed out. Lavender smiled, and smiled wider when she saw Harry’s eyes on her chest. It was only for a moment, and he was nowhere near as obvious about it as Ron and his gawking, but it was enough for Lavender to be confident in her impending success.

“I wasn’t planning on sitting on the couch itself, actually,” Lavender said. She stood directly in front of Harry and smiled as she reached down, grabbed his wrists and gently pulled them apart and to the side so his hands no longer rested on his legs and impeded her plan. She straddled his legs and sat down, making his eyes bulge behind his glasses and drawing a gasp from Hermione to his right. “I’ll be perfectly comfortable sitting in Harry’s lap.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hermione asked. She sounded scandalized, but it wasn’t her reaction that concerned Lavender. It was Harry’s. He was shocked stiff and his eyes were wide, but he didn’t flinch or try to push her off. That was good.

“Making myself comfortable,” Lavender said casually. “I actually came to talk to Harry, so this probably works even better than sitting next to him.” Hermione huffed, but it was Harry who responded.

“W-what did you want to talk about?” he mumbled. She saw his eyes wander down towards her cleavage before he jerked his head back up to look into her eyes, and she nearly giggled.

“I wanted to ask you if you would be my date to the Yule Ball,” she stated. His eyes got even wider, and he seemed stunned into silence once again.

“Why would you want to do that?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“Oh, I know it’s traditional for the wizard to ask the witch instead of the other way around,” Lavender said, still looking directly at Harry even as she answered Hermione’s question. “But I decided I should swoop in and break tradition so I can try and go with the boy I really want to spend the whole night with.” She left a pause, hoping Harry’s imagination would run wild, before continuing. “I’m sure you’d be a wonderful dance partner, Harry.”

Plus she’d noticed him staring stupidly at Cho Chang in the Great Hall more than once, so she didn’t want to chance him getting up the courage to ask the Ravenclaw before she was taken. Lavender was pretty sure Diggory liked Chang too, and he seemed confident enough in himself that it was likely that he would beat Harry to it. Still, Lavender didn’t want to leave even the slightest possibility that she wouldn’t get her man.

“I more meant, why Harry?” Hermione pressed. “You two don’t really talk that much, do you?”

“Not really, no,” Lavender said, pouting. But then it changed to a smile as she brought her hands up to rest on Harry’s shoulders. “You aren’t the most approachable, at least not to the rest of us. You’ve always seemed like you’re almost in a different world from the rest of us. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get to know you better, Harry. I know how brave you are, and how kind. I think I’d be in very good hands with you as my date.”

She could tell that she had his interest, but she wanted more. She wanted to seal the deal, and even though his eyes had strayed to her breasts more than once while she sat in his lap, she wanted to give him a peek at just how good and giving a companion she could be for him. Lavender shifted and wiggled her hips, rubbing her arse against his cock through her skirt and his trousers. It was subtle enough not to be openly obscene, but she still knew that Harry keenly felt her bum moving across his dick despite the slow movement and the layers between them.

Lavender leaned in to place her mouth right next to Harry’s ear. “I know I’d have a great time with a heroic, kind champion like you as my date, Harry,” she whispered. “And I’d try my best to be worthy of being on your arm too. I promise I’ll do everything I can to make the Yule Ball a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life, if you’ll have me.”

--

“You seem to be having a great night,” Parvati said as Lavender took a seat beside her, having come fresh off of the dance floor.

“Yes,” Lavender said, beaming at her friend. “It’s been wonderful.”

It really had been wonderful. Harry was shy at first, but she’d gradually coaxed him out of his shell throughout the evening. She’d worked with him on his dancing in the weeks leading up to the ball, which helped prepare him for his performance on the floor and also provided the bonus of allowing her to get closer to him (physically and otherwise.) Okay, so he wasn’t effortlessly graceful on the dance floor like a hero from some fairy tale. But he’d performed more than adequately, and after the nerve-wracking opening dance was over and the attention wasn’t squarely on them and the other champions, it was easy for her to keep him on the dance floor.

More importantly, it was easy for her to keep his attention on her. There were many things that could have distracted him throughout the night, starting with Percy Weasley being somehow even more annoying than Lavender remembered. He also could have spent the whole night moping over not being with his crush Cho Chang, but Lavender knew that she had successfully taken his mind off of his fellow seeker and taken it for herself. He hadn’t looked the slightest bit jealous of Diggory when he walked in with Cho on his arm, and he’d been able to talk with them just fine.

There were no longing glances sent Cho’s way, even though Lavender would freely admit that the Ravenclaw looked gorgeous in her silver dress robes. No, Harry’s eyes had been only on Lavender all night long. She’d dressed to impress, wearing flowing scarlet dress robes that molded to her shapely form and left a tantalizing amount of cleavage exposed. She’d put a great deal of thought into her Yule Ball robes, selecting something that would leave her date speechless while remaining respectable enough not to draw any admonishment from Professor McGonagall. Her Head of House had pursed her lips disapprovingly when she saw how much skin Lavender’s robes showed, but she hadn’t actually said anything to her. Lavender had stayed on the right side of the line, even if only just.

Her robes, her body and her confidence had kept Harry engaged and focused on her all night long. He’d been a wonderful date and an eager dance partner. Even when Ron and Hermione had gotten into some ugly screaming match, Harry hadn’t interfered. He’d frowned and shaken his head, but rather than getting involved in it he had taken Lavender’s hand and led her back out onto the dance floor. While his friends were bickering, he was enjoying his night.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Harry smile as much as he has tonight,” Dean Thomas said. Dean had asked Parvati to the ball, seemingly beating out Seamus narrowly, and Parvati seemed quite happy to be there with him.

“I have a feeling he’s going to keep smiling all night long,” Parvati teased, smiling at Lavender. She smiled right back at her friend.

“Who said it’ll stop when the clock strikes midnight and it’s no longer Christmas night?” Lavender said. “I plan to keep Harry smiling well into tomorrow morning. He might even still be smiling straight through lunch.”

“Lucky bastard,” Dean muttered. Then he seemed to panic, realizing he might have offended Parvati. “I didn’t mean—I mean, you were the girl I wanted to come here with, Parvati, honest! I just—“

“Relax, Dean,” Parvati said, giggling. “You’re right; Harry is a lucky bastard.” She rested her hand on Dean’s shoulder and leaned in closer to him. “But maybe he’s not the only one who’ll get lucky tonight.”

Lavender chuckled, got up from her best friend’s table and left her to her flirting. Diggory had pulled Harry aside to tell him something, which was the only reason Lavender had left his side. But now seemed as good a time as any to find him. His conversation with Cedric seemed to be over, because he was already walking back towards her. She smiled as they met near the exit from the Great Hall, where couples were starting to split apart and head back to their common rooms as the night wound down.

“Cedric isn’t going to steal you away from me, is he?” she asked.

Harry chuckled. “No way,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m all yours again.” Lavender smiled widely. She liked the sound of that very much. “I know things are ending soon, but we can go out for a couple more dances if you want. Or we can grab some punch and go talk with Parvati or whoever. Or—“

“No,” Lavender said, shaking her head. “It’s time to go back to Gryffindor Tower.” His desire to stay out was endearing, but she was ready for the real fun to begin.

“Oh,” he said. His shoulders drooped and he looked down, and Lavender realized that he had misinterpreted what she said. But he looked back up at her and tried to put on a brave face, giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Okay, yeah, it is pretty late. Thanks for asking me to the ball, Lavender. I was really nervous about it, but I had a great time, and—“

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” she said, giggling and putting her hands on his cheeks to shut him up. “I said it was time for us to go back to Gryffindor Tower. I didn’t say anything about saying goodnight.”

--

“Oh, Merlin,” Harry groaned as Lavender bobbed her head lower, taking more of his cock into her mouth. It wasn’t the first time he’d let out an exclamation like that. He’d actually been doing quite a bit of it since they made it to his bed, closed the curtains and started snogging. She’d appreciated the Oh, Merlin when they succeeded in getting her dress robes off and he’d seen her in just her bra and knickers, not to mention the way he’d licked his lips in awe after she pulled her bra off and allowed him to start playing with her breasts.

Lavender knew how fascinated boys were with her tits; of course she did. She knew it and used it to her advantage often, whether to get someone to do a favor for her or even to convince Harry Potter to be her date for the Yule Ball. She was far more selective in who she allowed to actually get their hands on her boobs though, and Harry was in good company there, Among the others in their year, only Parvati had gotten to grope and squeeze her boobs and play with her nipples until tonight.

Tonight wasn’t about her best friend and the fun things they’d gotten up to in their dorm at night though. She was on the other side of Gryffindor Tower tonight, and it was Harry’s bed she’d climbed in to and shut the curtains around. Harry wasn’t the only one who had seen something worth exclaiming on once they shut the curtains though. Lavender had carried high hopes for what she might discover inside of Harry’s trousers, and it would be fair to see that he not only met them but surpassed them. Harry’s cock was a magnificent one in both length and thickness, and Lavender was elated to be able to get her hands and her mouth on her champion’s beautiful dick and show him just how good she was.

She was serious about taking care of him, about making this a night he would remember for the rest of his life, and also about showing him that he couldn’t ask for a better partner than her. Lavender Brown could give a blowjob worthy of a champion, and she happily showed him the true extent of her skills. She bobbed her head on him smoothly, slurping on his cock as she worked on taking him deeper and deeper. This was a cock big enough that she had to work her way up into swallowing more of it, but Lavender found that to be a very rewarding process.

The loud moans Harry let out were a fantastic reward indeed, and listening to the sounds of pleasure he was helpless to fight off filled her with satisfaction. It was enough to make her wish she hadn’t silenced the curtains around the bed so no sound would escape beyond them. The sticking charm was definitely necessary; she didn’t want Seamus or Ron pulling them back to take a peek at her or something.

But it wasn’t like every single one of Harry’s roommates weren’t going to know all about it anyway. Ron and Seamus had both already been in the dorm room when Lavender accompanied Harry to his bed, and she’d given them a wink just before shutting the curtains. There was no mistaking what she and Harry were getting up to behind the curtains, and even if she was in no mood to have them staring at her, it might have been fun to let them hear her slurping on Harry’s cock, as well as the moans her sucking drew out of him.

Lavender didn’t think Harry would have been comfortable with letting his roommates hear them though, and the last thing she wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable tonight. She wanted Harry to let go; she wanted him to get over his shyness and enjoy himself with her all night long and into the morning. The ball had gone a long way towards that, and now Lavender was working hard to keep him relaxed and happy for the rest of the night.

His mind didn’t seem to be on his roommates, Cho Chang, the Triwizard Tournament or anything else aside from her bobs and licks of his cock. Lavender was so used to seeing Harry looking distracted, as if all of the other things happening in his life demanded his attention and kept him from being a normal wizard in training at Hogwarts. If anyone deserved a chance to sit back and enjoy having a girl slide her lips up and down his cock, it was Harry.

He deserved even more than that; he deserved everything that Lavender had to give him. And while she knew she could give one tremendous blowjob, there were other tools at Lavender’s disposal that she could use to make this feel even better for Harry. She was quite good at using her breasts in combination with her mouth, and she treated Harry to that combination now. She switched to giving him slower, harder sucks and licks focusing mainly on his cockhead, and at the same time she pushed her boobs together around his shaft and mixed in a firm titfuck. She’d rubbed some lotion on her breasts before they got started, just in case he actually held on long enough for her to be able to trap his dick between them, and his reward for his perseverance was one that he had to prefer over any silly golden egg.

“Oh, fuck!” Harry groaned. He threw his head back against his pillow, and his hips squirmed on the bed beneath him as Lavender used her talented mouth and her big breasts to bring him as much pleasure as she possibly could. Harry hadn’t come right out and said it, but she was pretty sure he’d never done anything truly sexual with anyone before tonight. The only girl who was close enough to him to even have a chance was Hermione, but the brunette didn’t seem to feel that way about him.

Lavender climbed into Harry’s bed fully expecting that she was the first one to ever share it, and that was an exciting idea to her. She was happy to introduce him to all of this, and to make it so good for him that he hopefully wouldn’t even consider looking to get it from anyone but her. His lack of experience was pretty evident to her with the look of dazed pleasure on his face, and she could tell that he was fighting to hold on for as long as he possibly could.

Really he’d done an admirable job even lasting this long for his first time with a girl, because most guys wouldn’t have lasted long once she started licking and sucking on him. That he’d held on long enough for her to start using her tits on him too was impressive. The longer she sucked and licked on his head and slid her boobs up and down his shaft, the happier she was that he hadn’t been able to resist her advances. He was still hanging in there after several minutes of the combined blowjob and titfuck, and Lavender rejoiced to see it. This looked very promising when it came to him being able to last long enough to meet her needs too. But she could tell how hard he was having to fight not to cum, and she didn’t want him to struggle. She wanted this to be fun for him.

“You can let go, Harry,” she said, pulling her lips off of his cock momentarily. “We have all night for you to get hard again. I’m not going anywhere. So don’t worry. Let go. I want it. I want to taste it!”

She took the tip of his cock back into her mouth and resumed her suckling as well as her titfuck, and Harry’s groans picked right back up. Now that she’d encouraged him to stop fighting and give in to the pleasure, it didn’t take long at all for her to finish him off. His hips jerked off of the bed and he let out a deep, guttural groan as his cum began to fill her mouth. Lavender was ready for him, and she swallowed his cum as fast as he shot it into her mouth. There was quite a bit of it, but she proved that she was up to the challenge and did not pull her mouth off of him until she was sure she’d swallowed every drop that he had to give her.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Harry whispered, staring down at her. He looked even more dazed than he had before.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, giggling. “But we’re just getting started. You take some time to recover, and then we can shag.”

--

Never in her life had Lavender been as aroused or as eager to get fucked as she was now, and it was all Harry’s doing.

She would have been pretty excited for it anyway, but then the git had to go and offer to use his mouth on her while they waited for him to get hard again. His technique hadn’t really been anything special. How could it be, when he’d never even so much as kissed a girl before tonight? But him simply making the offer was something special to her, and it would have turned her on immensely even if he’d done a terrible job at actually trying to follow through on it.

He hadn’t really known what to do, but Lavender had happily guided him along and taught him what felt good in general and for her specifically. He was willing to learn and follow her directions, and he'd put what she taught him to good use. His licking had gotten progressively better as she instructed him and he saw for himself how she reacted, and by the end he had been doing a very good job of it, especially for someone who had never had his head between a girl's thighs before.

Lavender had been tempted to let him keep licking her until she came, because she could tell that he would have managed it eventually with how rapidly he improved. But even though they had all night to enjoy each other, she decided that she couldn't wait another moment to have Harry's cock inside of her. That was why she'd reached down between her legs, grabbed two fistfuls of his messy hair and pulled his head out from between her thighs. Everything up until now had been great, but even if they had all night, she needed Harry inside of her and she needed it now.

"Fuck me, Harry," she said, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to follow her as she moved onto her side on the bed. He followed her lead and got onto his side behind her, and Lavender spread her legs and lifted the top one up so the heel of her foot was touching his thigh. Harry got the hint and lined himself up, using his hand to hold his cock steady while he pressed it against her labia. She heard him take a deep breath behind her, understandably nervous as he was moments away from losing his virginity.

She reached down and gave the back of his free hand a comforting pat. "Relax, Harry," she whispered, keeping her voice soft and soothing. "Just have fun. I know I will." She meant it. However long he happened to last for this first time, she would be happy just to be able to take Harry Potter's first time. And not just because he was Harry Potter. Of course she'd enjoyed entering the ball on his arm, but she'd had a wonderful night with him too. Plain old Harry might be an even more welcome bed partner than the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry let out a little grunt as he pushed his hips forward and slid his cock inside of her. Lavender ignored the welcome sensation of his lovely dick penetrating her for the time being so she could focus on him. "How does it feel, Harry?"

"It's bloody amazing," he groaned. "It's the best thing I've ever felt."

Lavender smiled and squeezed the backs of his hands. "It feels pretty amazing to me too, Harry. And it will feel even better when you start moving."

She didn't need to tell him twice. Harry began to thrust, experimenting with how it felt to move his cock inside of her. At first his movement was jerky and inconsistent, though honestly even the erratic movement of that big cock felt pretty good for Lavender. But after a minute or two to feel things out and get used to moving inside of her, Harry started figuring things out and finding his rhythm. Where at first he was giving her slow and shallow thrusts, mixed with the occasional deep stab, now he found what worked for him. He fucked her with a steady back and forth of his hips, pushing about half of his cock in before pulling back to do it again. While Lavender could have handled taking it deeper if that was what he wanted to do, it wasn't necessary. Consistency was essential, and Harry had hit his groove.

It was obviously working for him, but it was working for her too. Lavender had known she was going to have fun no matter how well Harry performed or how long he lasted, but he was bringing her a great deal of pleasure. If he could keep holding out he might even make her cum on his first try, which was something she hadn't held out much hope for even with the nice foreplay. As much as she didn’t want to get her hopes up, her moans took on a deeper, needier tone the longer he lasted and the closer he got her to her orgasm while he fucked his way towards his own.

Harry must have realized that she was getting close, because he reached one of his arms around her body, slid his hand between her legs and started rubbing at her clit. She'd taught him how best to stimulate that while he went down on her, and he applied those lessons now to give her something beyond just the steady thrusts into her. Since she'd enjoyed those thrusts a great deal on their own, Lavender moaned loudly now.

"Ohh, Harry!" She hadn't expected him to make her feel this way, at least not until later in the night when he had some more experience. But right here, the very first time he'd ever shagged anyone, Harry's cock as well as his fingers were responsible for Lavender rapidly approaching an orgasm, and a big one at that.

"Please, Harry!" she moaned. "Please, just a little more! I'm so close; just hang on a little bit longer!"

He seemed to take that as a challenge, because she felt even more force behind his subsequent thrusts while he maintained the same steady pace that had been so vital in her reaching this point. He was panting with his mouth just below her ear, and Lavender shifted her upper body around slightly so she could turn her head and press her lips against his fiercely. He'd brought out a level of horniness, desire and passion that not even Lavender had known was there until now, and she did her best to express it through her lips.

His free hand moved to the side of her neck, cupping that and her jaw as he kissed her back. It would have been easy for him to reach lower and grab one of her big bouncing breasts, but Harry seemed to place a higher priority on kissing her than he did on playing with her boobs. That made him a most uncommon lover in her experience, but Lavender was happy that he wanted to kiss her as badly as she wanted to kiss him right now. They were both so close to something amazing, and kissing like this made her feel even more connected to him.

They were still kissing when the wave of pleasure spread through Lavender, making her moan into Harry's mouth and reach an arm around to clutch at the hair on the back of his head and neck and deepen the kiss. Lavender had thought it might be asking too much to expect Harry to make her climax during his first go at it, but he instead gave her the single hardest climax she'd ever experienced. She closed her eyes and shook and moaned her way through it, blindly reaching her other arm down to rest on the wrist of his hand that had worked so diligently on her clit to help her get to this incredible peak.

Harry moaned as well, and she felt his hips push into her one final time before he came too, joining her in her pleasure. He had already cum in her mouth earlier, but she didn't need to ask to know that this orgasm was just as powerful as that first one had been, if not even more so. His moans said it all, and the length of time that he spent filling her pussy with his cum backed it up.

It was a perfect moment. But even as the heat passed and they relaxed in each other's arms, Lavender knew that she wasn't done trying to squeeze in even more moments tonight.

"We'll both need some time to rest after that," she panted once they broke their kiss at last. "But later on, we're going to do that again, champion."

Harry didn't say anything; maybe he couldn't. But his answer was made clear when he cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze.

The Yule Ball itself was long over by now, but the unforgettable night for the Gryffindor champion and his busty, bold date was still long from over.

--

"I'd ask how the end of your night went, but the fact that you still hadn't come back to our room by 8 in the morning answers the question for me, I think," Parvati said, giving Lavender a knowing look as she came out of the shower. "And that little waddle you did on your way in doesn't hurt either. He wore you out, huh?"

"Oh yes," Lavender said, her voice hoarse. Her muscles ached and she was sorer than she'd ever been after sex.

"Was it worth it?"

Lavender gave a tired chuckle. "Oh yes." She'd aimed to give Harry the best night of his life, and she had. But she'd done the same for herself too. She'd gotten to take his cock for a ride, and later on he'd taken her in a classic missionary. They'd just kissed and cuddled for a bit while they recovered, and there'd even been a brief nap before he fucked her while she was prone on the bed. There were probably one or two other positions in there too, but it was hard to keep her head straight. It had been a long, exhausting, incredible night.

"Are you going to see him again?"

"Absolutely," Lavender said. "Harry said that Cedric Diggory suggested that he take his egg for a bath. He seemed almost dismissive of it when he mentioned it to me, but surprisingly he became a lot more concerned with getting that clue figured out once I volunteered to join him for a dip in the prefects' bath."