Welcome, everyone, to chapter two of FSoG. I have to say, I am absolutely blown (heheheh, blown) by the absolute massive response I've got from you guys. Thanks for the reviews, favourites and follows and I'm glad that there are people actually reading this, LOL.

I'm also thankful for the criticism a few of you guys were brave enough to hand in. I know that the 'action' was a bit superficial, and that, after proofreading, both characters did get off like porn-stars. I'll try to make them more, well…human and natural during the sex scenes, although I will be defending myself a little bit by saying that this is merely to help people, er, 'relieve' themselves. Nevertheless, I will try to make it more believable, but just a fair bit of warning – I'd already written this chapter before I got to reading the reviews, so I didn't have enough time to change the stuff. Sorry!

Someone also asked me how long this story would go on for. No, this won't be a never-ending series like megamatt09's The Breeding Ground. I was initially hoping for it to be exactly fifty chapters, but then reduced it to 25-30 in total. I've already planned out around twenty of them, but I will give you guys a chance to vote for the rest. If you want the pairings you like to be featured here, just go on over to my profile and check out the poll I've put up. You can choose up to six. Thanks, and enjoy.

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Yuletide Surprises

Harry Potter/Parvati Patil

Harry felt dread as he walked out of the Gryffindor common room. The staircase and corridors were barren, which was to be expected, since nearly everybody had headed to the Great Hall to attend the Yule Ball. Next to him, Ron looked equally bored, and looked like he didn't want to attend anything tonight. With robes like that, Harry couldn't blame him.

The entrance hall was packed when he entered, students pushing and shoving, trying to find their respective partners. He could see people he knew; Lavender Brown was standing shyly next to an equally blushing Seamus, Neville was taking to an out-of-place Ginny, to name a few. Harry tried looking for Hermione, but was disappointed not to see her anywhere. Had she lied to them about having a partner just because Ron's words had hurt her? For her sake, he hoped that it wasn't the case.

Harry tousled his hear anxiously as he walked into the great hall, doing his best to drown out Ron's complaining. He wasn't scared, per se, but his nerves were certainly acting up. He was nervous to dance in front of the entire school, not having done anything like this before – what if he messed up? He wondered why McGonagall or someone had given them dance classes in preparation for the Yule Ball, but, after more than three years at Hogwarts, he didn't have very high expectations of the wizarding world.

"Did you find Parvati and Padma yet?" he asked suddenly. He just wanted to get this over with, not having any intention to dance in the first place.

"Er…" Ron looked around dumbly before pointing to his left. "There they are, mate; uh, I think that's them."

Hoping that Ron was, Harry began to take longer strides as he moved in the general direction of where Ron had said Parvati and Padma were. He ignored the glances he was receiving from the other students, and the slightly intrigued look Fleur Delacour was giving him. He completely blocked out Draco's sneer, not wanting to have his mood spoiled by the blond ferret so early into the event.

Thankfully, the Patil twins had noticed them approaching, and had quickly walked towards the pair of boys. Fortunately, they weren't wearing identical clothes, which was a relief since otherwise Harry would've had a hard time discerning one from the other. "Hi, Harry!" the one on the right said, and Harry immediately recognised her as Parvati. She looked him up and down and smiled. ""You clean up quite well."

"Hi, Parvati," he greeted the beautiful Indian girl. She was wearing a bright pink, form-fitting dress. It was only now that he was truly taking in her appearance – she looked stunning. Her dress was hugging her alluring curves, and her exposed stomach was making him feel a bit warm. "You, uh, look really beautiful."

Her cheeks pinked and her smile widened. "Thank you, Harry," she said genuinely. Next to her, Padma looked a bit repulsed by Ron's messy appearance and bored demeanour that was only further soiled by the ugly robes he was wearing. It wasn't like she had much of a choice either, and her expression told Harry that she was simply deciding to make the most of what she had.

Harry was annoyed to see Cho with Cedric Diggory, but locked away those emotions when he saw who Viktor Krum was paired with. Suffice to say, he was utterly surprised when he saw Hermione standing next to the Bulgarian Seeker, her perfect teeth smiling down on all of them. She looked really nice, and he noticed Parvati looked miffed and jealous. Deciding to calm her down, he said, "You look prettier." He honestly didn't know where that had come from, but by the way she smiled he decided it was worth it, looking away to hide his own blush.

"Champions, over here, please!" Professor McGonagall's voice called over the din. She stood by one of the doors wearing a dress of red tartan, and had a rather strange collection of thistles around her hat. She gave a set of short instructions before arranging the champions in a line: Fleur at the front, then Cedric, followed by Krum, and Harry at the end.

"Are you excited, Harry?" Parvati asked him in nervous anticipation.

"Er, yeah," he replied, not knowing what other way to answer her.

Once the students were all seated inside, McGonagall asked the champions to follow her. As soon as they entered, the hall erupted in applause and cheer. Harry tried his best not to blush, and looked straight ahead as he mimicked Krum's footsteps, paying no attention to Parvati who was waving excitedly at the crowd. The hall had completely changed; it had a much more Christmassy feel to it, and the four large house tables had been replaced with numerous, smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.

Dumbledore welcomed the champions and their partners to the table, where the most comfortable seats were already present. Harry noticed Percy Weasley sitting in the chair reserved for Barty Crouch, but figured that Percy was simply there as a temporary replacement. Karkaroff was watching Krum and Hermione with narrowed eyes, while Madam Maxime was conversing with Fleur in French before they were all told to sit down. Harry, eager to get some food in his system, took his seat next to Krum on the other end of the table, Parvati sitting next to him.

"How do we get our food?" Harry asked suddenly, staring dumbly at the menu in front of him. He quickly opened it and scanned the list of items, but there was no mention of how to get his food.

"Pork chops!" Dumbledore said clearly to his plate. With a small pop, pork chops appeared on his plate in front of him. Getting the idea, there were murmurs and exclamations of the various dishes mentioned on the menu, pops echoing in the hall as their food appeared.

Harry looked at Parvati. Well, since she was his partner, he might as well get to know her properly. "So…how are you?"

Over the next twenty minutes, Harry was finally seeing his Indian housemate in a completely new light. To be honest, he'd never really known anyone in Hogwarts. Heck, he didn't really know anyone even in his own house, apart from Hermione, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys. He'd thought that he at least knew his Quidditch teammates, but, after thinking for a while, he realized that apart from talking about the game or simply greeting each other, Harry rarely conversed with anyone else apart from the people he already knew.

Harry had fun learning more about his "date". She had fun telling him about her childhood, her family, random events that had occurred in her life, and Harry was happy enough to let her do most of the talking. He quipped in occasionally, but most of the time he kept silent, listening patiently as smiles flitted across his face every know and then. She was a fun person, a little gossipy, and was also a big flirt, but he liked all the qualities within her.

"—and then it blew up in her face!" Parvati finished, and Harry laughed alongside her. The half-eaten plates of food in front of them lay forgotten.

When dinner ended, it was time for dancing. As he was expected, Harry escorted Parvati to the dance floor, along with Cedric and Cho, Krum and Hermione, and Fleur and Davies.

"I don't really know how to dance," he admitted nervously when she told him to hold her hand.

She giggled. "I'll help you," she said coyly. "First, you need to put your hand on my waist," she said, and she grabbed hold of his hand before firmly placing it on the exposed bit of flesh.

Harry's heart began to thump faster and harder the second his hand cupped her chocolate skin. It was flawless, in his opinion, and so very soft. For some reason his insides were heating up as he held her calmly. She seemed oblivious to his nervousness.

The first song passed by smoothly, with Parvati being the one I charge. He was embarrassed, mollified and amused by the fact that she kept whispering what he had to do mere seconds before. Still, it went much better than he expected. She was a great dancer, her movements graceful.

The second song ended, and they began to dance through the third song too. "So, does Harry Potter now know how to dance?" she teased.

He grinned. "Of course, my lady," he replied in a mock-royal tone. She giggled and suddenly buried her face into Harry's shoulder, making him blush even further.

Once the fourth song had ceased, Harry and Parvati decided to retreat to their table, where they continued to talk and bask in each other's laughs. The only time they were interrupted was when Harry saw Hermione storming away from an angry Ron, her face red. Ron sulked and walked away grumpily. Harry knew that he should go after her, but something told him that she just wanted to be left alone for now. And in any case, it wasn't new for Ron and Hermione to fight. Hell, it was far more uncommon for them to not fight.

Finally, once most of the students had cleared, Harry led Parvati outside. It was chilly, but not overpoweringly cold. Harry saw a few students practically eating each others' faces in secluded corners, oblivious to people passing by, and Harry and Parvati simply sped away, finding a bench where they could sit down.

"I really had fun tonight, Harry," Parvati said in a pleased voice, suddenly squeezing his hand.

Harry smiled back. He didn't need to lie to her – not at all. "Me too," he replied. He gave a lopsided grin. "I'm just happy I wasn't a bad date."

Parvati chuckled. "To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to take this seriously," she told him. "But I'm glad you did. At least now I know the real Harry Potter, not the Boy Who Lived."

They sat in silence, enjoying the cool breeze blowing by them. It was only when Snape, the bastard he was, came out and ordered them to go back to their dormitories that they left, but not before Harry muttered a dozen insults under his breath.

"Greasy git," Harry grumbled angrily. Parvati was watching him with amusement as they walked to the Tower arm in arm.

The hallways were empty as they stood in front of the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady was currently sleeping, but a loud shout from them would quickly rouse the magical painting. They stopped at the entrance and turned to each other, smiling.

Harry, not knowing what to do, suddenly leaned forward and pulled her into an awkward embrace, uncomfortably patting her on the back. "Er, thanks for going with me, Parvati. I had a great time."

Parvati blushed when he let go of her. She'd thought that he was going to kiss he when he'd suddenly leaned forward, but was half-grateful, half-disappointed that he hadn't. "I had an amazing time, too, Harry. I…maybe we can do this again, sometime?" she suggested timidly.

Harry blinked. "Uh, sure."

Parvati bit her lip. A part of her wanted to kiss the boy in front of her. She'd really had an amazing time with him – far amazing than she'd ever imagined – and knew that he was the perfect boyfriend material. He wasn't bad looking, either; in fact, he was one of the best looking boys in her year, and that fact that he was the Boy Who Lived only helped matters.

Harry noticed her uneasy stance, saw her twiddling her thumbs. "Er, Parvati?" he asked hesitantly. "Are you alr—"

Swift as a Snitch, she cupped his cheek and leaned into his mouth, silencing him with a kiss. Harry was shocked into stillness as her soft, dry lips pressed against his firmly. He jumped when her tongue flitted out, seeking entrance, but be did not pull back.

She grabbed him by the back of his head, caressing his scalp, and he made his decision in a split-second. He took hold of her neck and pushed her face into his, noisily kissing her soft lips. He finally opened his mouth, and their tongues wrestled for dominance, sucking up each other dry as eagerly as possible.

Harry hesitantly placed a hand on her hips, squeezing her soft flesh greedily, but Parvati grabbed him by the wrist and suddenly dragged it down and behind until he what grabbing her arse. He moaned into her at the sudden feel of her cheeks and began to eagerly knead it through her dress.

It was the first kiss for him, and he had to say that it was an amazing experience.

Harry pulled away from their intense snogging session after several minutes and gazed into her eyes dreamily.

"Wow," he mumbled, grinning stupidly.

She smiled shyly and her eyes fluttered in happiness as he continued to knead her arse. Her hands caressed the back of his neck, and heat was beginning to pool between her legs. She needed satisfaction now.

"Do you want to continue this somewhere else?" she suggested.

Harry's heart nearly popped out, and his pants suddenly seemed to constrict and turn tighter around his groin. "If you w-want to," he answered slowly, hoping she would say yes.

Without replying, she grabbed his hand and quickly began to lead him down the corridors, careful not to wake any portraits, until they reached the doors of an abandoned classroom on the seventh floor, near the tapestry of some dancing trolls. "They haven't used these classrooms in years," she explained briefly, taking out her wand and casting an unlocking charm. The door creaked open, and Parvati pushed it open before dragging him in with her.

The classroom was dark. It smelled old, like the pages of an ancient book, and Harry could only make outlines of desks and chairs. He saw Parvati light up a few lamps until it was dimly lit, then cast a locking charm and a few privacy charm, giggling when he asked her about her knowledge of such spells.

As soon as the door was locked shut, she tossed her wand to the side in an unknown corner and jumped him, crashing into Harry. Harry stumbled back until he bumped into a desk, leaning on it as he and Parvati resumed their intense snogging. He returned her kisses enthusiastically, and enjoyed the feel of her hands on his head, neck, shoulders, chest – she was practically everywhere at once. His right hand was pressed into the small of her back while the other was slowly trailing up to her neck.

Then she grabbed his hand from behind and brought it to her clothed chest. Harry was incredulous as his palms brushed against her tits, and looked at her questioningly. "You can touch them if you want."

He nodded thickly. He gave here breast an experimental squeeze, feeling the softness and firmness of it underneath. He noticed how her hardening nipple stretched the fabric above it and dug into his palm, and he squeezed it between his fingers, rolling it between them as he listened her soft, cute moans and whimpers. He never thought that he would be doing this, and a part of him was repulsed by his actions, but the incoherent, hormonal, teenage part of his mind quickly pounded those thoughts into dust and urged him to plough on.

Harry had never had an intimate encounter with anyone, so he knew that he was doing mostly guesswork here. The glazed look in her eyes almost convinced him that he was a natural at this, but he knew that Parvati was just as riled up as he was, and that any action now would be considered erotic for her.

"I've been wanting to bag the Boy Who Lived for a year now," she admitted suddenly, a lusty grin on her face. Harry ignored her, his kisses growing insistent, and his lips began to mapped every square inch of her face, neck shoulders, her arms.

Her arm snaked lower and grabbed him by his rear, and he groaned into her mouth, attacking her fervently. Their lips smacked together angrily and Parvati practically mauled his arse when he tweaked her nipples as hesitantly as possible.

Then her small hands cupped his crotch, and he stumbled.

"Wh— Parvati?" he said in a meek voice, no longer kissing her back. His mind was solely focused on her hands, which were slowly rubbing up and down his hardening length through his clothes. He had never expected anything from her other than making out with the Indian witch.

"Shush, Harry," she interjected in a sultry voice, her hands continued to molest him. He felt her nails digging lightly into his balls through his robes, and he absolutely loved the feeling despite the wrongness of her actions. "I've seen you these days. You looked really…stressed out. I think you need to relax."

"Parvati, we shouldn't," he tried to protest weakly, despite his teenage brain battering his logical side.

She pouted against his neck. "Are you saying you don't want this, Harry?" she asked, slightly incredulous.

Harry opened his mouth, struggling to find an answer. That moment of hesitation was all that she needed, because as soon as she touched him this time be lost himself in her arms.

"Just relax," Parvati repeated. Harry was shocked to see this sexy, cheeky side of her, but was immensely pleased nonetheless. "I'll take care of you."

She pulled away from his erection and he almost protested, but shut up when she began to unbuckle the belt around his waist. He stood, unprotestingly, as her hands made quick work of his belt, and within seconds his pants were pooled around his ankles, his cock straining hard against his cotton boxers.

Parvati gave him a devilish grin, then unbuttoned his briefs. His cock popped out of the slit in his boxers, and he felt cold air hit his erection, which was angry and red as it stood up stiffly. "Holy shit," he murmured almost reverently, at the sudden action Parvati had just pulled.

Parvati giggled in delight and clapped her hands as his cock twitched in the air. "Yes!" she cried. "I've been wanting to see Harry Jr for quite some time now. I knew you'd be big," she said, and suddenly she pulled out her wand.

Harry squeaked and instinctively shielded his member with his hands, pushing it between his legs. "What the bloody hell are you doing?!" he cried in shock, fearing for his manhood.

She waved her hand. "It's nothing," she told him. Then she pointed her wand and muttered an incantation before flicking her wand up in the air, leaving a number.

"6.2 inches," she muttered almost thoughtfully. "Hmm, I'd thought it bigger, but that might be because it's so thick…"

She shook her head when she saw his ridiculously wide-eyed stare. "Sorry," she said with a blush.

"Okay…" He was still wary of her, but his nerves had alleviated somewhat, so he hesitantly uncovered his cock. Parvati frowned when she saw it half-erect, and moved forward while shaking her head.

"We can't have that," she said, and Harry forgot to breathe when she lightly grabbed his cock with both hands. She gently began to tug him, her thumbs playing across his swollen head. As she did this, her other hand rolled his balls, cupping them and squeezing them softly, all the while staring directly into Harry's half-lidded eyes.

A dollop of precome oozed out of his length, but Parvati ignored it and continued to stroke him, lathering his cock with the lubricant in the process. The wetness on his cock, with the added warmth from her hands, only served to multiply his arousal.

She kept pumping his member for several more seconds, until she stopped, only her thumb flicking over his pinked crown. "I want you, Harry," she said, and he nodded thickly despite the corniness of it.

"Okay," he squeaked, his voice a bit higher than usual.

Parvati smiled at him and released his shaft from her grip, and then began reveal herself to Harry in all her glory. It was almost as if she was putting on a show as she twirled around, peeling her pink dress from her body and exposing more and more of that beautiful chocolate skin to him. Unknown to Harry, his hand slowly trailed to his cock and he slowly touched himself as she gave him the striptease of a lifetime.

Her dress was taken off in ten agonizingly slow minutes, and she was only dressed in a lacy purple bra and a matching thong. She smirked at him and gave him a twirl, and Harry wanted to pin her down and massage her butt for all eternity as she did so.

She made eye contact with him as her hands reached behind her back to undo her bra. In a smooth motion, it was released and then slid down her arms and to the floor.

Harry stared at the sight of Parvati's exposed breasts, the first he'd ever seen, apart from his horrible imagination. They were even more alluring than he'd ever thought them to be. They were a good handful, slightly larger than his palm, and her nipples were rounded nubs, like pencil erasers.

"Wow," was all he could say as he stared at her with eyes as wide as saucers.

Parvati smiled at him impishly. "Thank you, Harry."

She then rolled down her thong in one sweeping motion, kicking it away into the corner of the classroom. He leaned forward slightly and drank in the sight of her clean-shaven labia. He could see two prominent lips, with the hood of her clit just peeking out, and thought that it was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

Lust had overtaken Harry's rational mind long ago, but now it seemed like there was no chance of it ever coming back. It hadn't taken long for Parvati to help him take off his own clothes, and then Harry spent the next ten minutes with his body against hers, relishing the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest and his cock trapped between them. If he'd thought her hand had been hot, her stomach was even hotter; silkier even, and he loved the way it was squeezed between them. Her hand travelled to his arse, his back, his neck, and Harry imitated her actions, following her every movement to bring the same pleasure she was giving him.

Suddenly she tugged his hands and he followed her to a nearby desk. His heart pounded when she leaned back, her hand gripping his cock and pulling him nearer until he was digging into her thigh.

"Make love to me, Harry," she whispered. Parvati pushed herself onto the desk, her arse hanging over the edge, and she spread her legs helpfully. He nether regions were calling out to him invitingly, and her lips were just barely parted, discernible only by the slit and the hint of her pink, inner walls.

Unfortunately, Harry had been a very sheltered boy. The Dursleys had hardly kept him enlightened about anything, and had always decided to keep him in the dark about many things. It was only the discovery of Dudley's magazines this year that revealed the wonderful female body to him.

He knew that tab A went into slot B, but nothing apart from that. Which was why Harry was growing frustrated as he tried his best to enter Parvati, who was growing equally annoyed, but was better at masking her irritation.

"Here, Harry," she said patiently, lining himself up with her slit. She was soaking wet, and his precome blended with hers. But his efforts were seemingly thwarted by her pelvic bone. He tried again, but to no avail, so he stepped back for a moment before lowering his cock and pressing his head against her opening.

She hissed sharply. "Harry!" she reprimanded, pushing her hands against his chest. "Wrong hole!"

Harry flinched like he'd been slapped.

"S-Sorry," he stuttered, hoping that he hadn't inadvertently brought an end to this glorious evening. "I didn't mean— I didn't know—"

"It's alright, Harry," she smiled. Then Parvati smiled. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know." Harry blushed despite himself.

A few awkward and fumbling moments later, Harry felt his head slip inside of her, and he groaned and the barrage of sensations that ruthlessly began attacking him instantly.

He'd thought her stomach had been the hottest thing he'd ever felt his cock against. He was wrong. Compared to that, he felt like he was currently inside a furnace – a very wet one. He could barely think properly; it was a wonder his head wasn't swimming, but he felt like he was going to faint any moment from the pleasure.

Harry slowly began to push deeper and deeper inside of her. He wet walls rubbed against his foreskin, tugging it and increasing the heavenly friction. Then he heard Parvati gasp in pain, and looked at her in alarm, ignoring her sharp fingernails digging in his arms. She was gnawing at her lower lip, and he felt a pang of fright when a lone tear slid out of her eye to blend in with the wince of pain across her face.

"D-Did I do something wrong?" he asked her, scared for himself and her wellbeing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, Parvati—"

"Don't blame yourself," she told him. The pain was slowly subsiding, but she could still feel throbs of agony whenever he shifted within her. "It…It's supposed to h-hurt the first time, Harry."

He nodded hesitantly. Prompted by her moan, he slowly pulled out of her, savouring the way she clenched around him every other second. Ignoring her right of passage, he continued to rock in and out of her, primal instincts telling him what to do, eager to bring himself and his lover closer and closer to angelic euphoria. She glided past the pain, however, as the way he was thrusting was so intoxicating that Parvati quickly forgot about it, her second hand snaking around his neck to pull him closer to her as his member slid into her cunt.

Harry's forehead rested heavily against hers, abs burning from the continuous effort of the short thrusts in her, but he continued still, body shaking with pleasure and strain. One hand was pressed against the table, doing its best effort to keep himself from falling on her, while his other hand was clenched around her right breast, kneading it gently in his hands. He palmed her tits, and smiled at her moan when he tweaked those rounded nubs on her breasts.

Parvati's eyes flitted and she struggled to keep awake as Harry kept pounding in her. Each other thrust was punctuated by a moan from him, and she pressed her mouth firmly against his and began sucking at his lower lip, her teeth scraping against it every now and then. His balls slapped her rear with each slow rock. Her toes curled and her arms tightened around his back until he was practically sleeping on top of her.

"Mmm," she murmured, her eyes gazing languorously into his, "That feels so good, Harry. Just like how I— I'd imagined you'd f-feel."

He didn't deign to respond, and kept pumping within her. He was too busy trying to keep himself from spurting right then and there. The sensation of her tight, soft walls gripping his cock made his abs spasm in ecstasy, and he was feeling the familiar sensation of an orgasm welling up within.

Not yet! Harry told himself angrily. To prevent himself from releasing, he stilled for a few seconds, taking that short break to return Parvati's sloppy kisses before resuming the task at hand.

He was immensely pleased with how strong he was going. At least it wouldn't be a disappointing first time for him and Parvati.

When she reached down to touch herself, Harry nearly shot his load right then. She was oblivious to his unwavering gaze as her fingers slowly circled her clit, occasionally brushing against the stem of his shaft.

"Harry!" she yowled, hands suddenly locked in his hair, almost pulling out tufts of it from his head. "Ha…ah, ffffuuuuck…Arry…" she cried again, and he moaned in return, his pleasure building with the way she was calling out his name.

Harry shifted his weight and slipped in deeper and deeper as their lovemaking went from quick to frantic. The table was half-soaked with their sweat and Parvati's juices, and squelching noises were bubbling as Parvati's hips bucked to meet his. Parvati pinched her clit, and screamed, half in pain and half in bliss as he eyes rolled into the back of her head and she was pushed to the brink of orgasm.

Harry felt the same anticipation building up at the stem of his member as he blurred into Parvati's slick cunt. To hell with this, he thought dispiritedly as his sloppy kisses drenched the nape of her neck, knowing that his orgasm was unavoidable, and he gave himself up to enjoying himself.

He lost track of the next several seconds as a jolt of bliss passed up the length of his cock and his seed spilled inside her. His legs buckling from the overload of senses and his hips twitching from the after effects. Parvati's eyes widened as he emptied himself within her, but he kept pounding into her despite his slowly limping cock to give her the same happiness.

"H-Ha—!" Parvati's heels dug into his back as she scrambled for release, and he saw her face screw up into the happiest wince he had ever seen someone perform. Her back arched off the table and her lean arms tightened around him, pushing him onto her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and Harry gladly took her lips once more, meshing her remaining moans with his own.

For the next several minutes they lay there, Harry limp atop the equally motionless Parvati, just breathing and listening to each other hearts pound against their chests. Her breasts squished against him and, when she finally found the strength, Parvati pushed Harry off of her, and he took it as his cue and dropped on the chair next to the table, gasping for breath.

"That was—" Parvati whispered.

"It sure was," Harry completed, matching her smile with a goofy grin of his own.

They had decided to stay the night in the classroom; it was well past curfew, as Parvati's Tempus charm had told them that it was currently two at night, and according to Parvati this was the one room that teachers never checked. As Harry neither had his Map nor his Cloak, they had come to this decision, almost immediately, their voices eager. The two of them didn't find anything weird in snuggling next to each other, naked, with their clothes as a makeshift mattress; in fact, Harry relished it, and only pulled Parvati closer to him as they did their best to fall asleep.

He awoke to the best feeling in the world: Parvati using her mouth on him. One moment he had been dreaming…the next he was wide awake, looking at Parvati in incredulity as she sloppily sucked on his length, almost half-sleepy. She kept teasing him for the next thirty minutes, stopping whenever he came close to releasing, until finally she took pity on him by climbing over him and lowering herself onto his cock. Unlike last night, this time it was different; it was slow instead of frantic, gentle instead of rough, and they had taken their own sweet time getting comfortable before she let him enter her. She rode him as lovingly as possible, and he held onto her like a lifeline until his world exploded into angelic beauty for the second time in several hours.

The end result was always the same.

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Yes, Parvati has unknowingly discovered the Room of Requirement, although she just thinks of it as an abandoned classroom. #PornLogic

Next chapter: 7/04/18, featuring a Harry/Susan Bones pairing. Until next time, then.