A Simple Change of Mind - Chapter 19

If Harry thought the congratulations and celebrations he had experienced in previous years after winning the Quidditch Cup were overwhelming, then the one he went through after Hogwarts' win against Beauxbaton was simply exhausting.

First, all his girlfriends took their sweet time congratulating him one by one, which included a minutes-long snog that Harry had no problem with. Not at all.

But once they were done, the others from his school—or, should he say, the whole school—came. Going through that, getting hugged, patted on the back, or, in some cases, kissed on the cheek by some brave girl, was so time-consuming that before he even knew it, it was dinner time by the time he was finally free.

After that whole ordeal, Harry was so tired that he went to bed without even having his dinner.

If this was what he had to suffer after one win in this tournament, then he didn't even want to think about what would happen when they won the whole tournament.

Only now, a day later, after having the heaviest breakfast he had ever had, was Harry finally free and alone.

With the time in his hands and since it was a weekend, so there were no classes , he decided to do things that he wasn’t able to do yesterday after the fight.

The first thing was analysing yesterday’s battle.

Considering it was the first time for most of his team fighters to go out there and have an official duel, Harry would say he was very impressed by his team's performance.

To finish the fight with three fighters remaining was a very confident win and a show of power to the Dumstrang, who, before even the tournament started, were the heavy favourites to win it.

That’s not to say he didn’t believe that Hogwarts would win easily against the Bulgarian team.

No, in fact, Harry still considered them to be favourites on paper against his team. After all, having three duellists who were in the top 5 of the under-18 duelling rank was a fearsome sight for any opponent.

However, Harry had trust that his team also had some of the best fighters in the tournament, and also, without sounding arrogant, Hogwarts had him.

Yesterday was also his first ‘official’ duel, but having been in so many life-and-death situations, Harry didn’t feel any pressure.

At least in a duel the worst wasn’t him being killed, so that helped in him being so calm and collected.

With his first official duel under his belt, Harry knew there was more to come from him, and if his team needed him, he would carry them to victory against the Bulgarian.

However, this was a matter for the future, as Harry decided to attend the matter that he had been wanting to do the most since yesterday.

Walking through the very familiar hallway that he had walked through many times in his Hogwarts years, he reached the closed door of the school's infirmary.

Cautiously opening the door, he sneaked in and was instantly noticed by the ever-alarmed Madame Pomfrey.

“Please tell me you’re not injured again, Mr Potter,” the matron replied dryly while checking the report in her hands.

“Oh, come on.” Harry groaned, throwing his arms up in exasperation. “I don’t even get injured that much; this is a bloody lie that you keep repeating.”

Pomfrey looked at him with a raised eyebrow at his theatrics, and then with a swish of her wand, a file flew into her hand from her table.

“Patient name: Harry James Potter.” The matron opened the file and began reading. “First-year total visits – 5, second-year total visits – 7, and third-year total visits – 6. The student has had the most visits here for the last three years, with 10 more than anyone else.”

Closing the file, Pomfrey threw it at her table and raised her eyebrows at Harry, who was standing with his mouth open.

“What…” The Gryffindor closed his mouth and opened it again. “That…” He looked at the matron and then at the file. “How…” After trying to find the words, what finally came was a whine: “That’s just mean!”

It took everything in her for Madame Pomfrey to not laugh at the hurt face of the fourth year as she replied. “That is not mean; it’s just facts, which you wanted to, since you accused me of lying.”

Knowing he was losing this battle, Harry decided to use the most effective method.

Flirting method.

“But you know that I come here so many times because you love having me, Poppy.” The handsome black-haired boy gave his best charming smile to the older woman. “You remember all those times we spent talking and laughing.”

Now, this smile would have an effect on the younger girls and women and would have left them blushing. But for a woman like Pompfrey, it was just another Tuesday.

“All I remember about our time here was me forcing potions down your throat and you crying about every single thing.” The deadpan reply was a dagger to the heart of Harry, who now hung his head with depressing clouds over him.

Snorting at his dejected state, the matron finally smiled and shook her head. “Your father already tried these moves on me, Mr Potter, so it will be no help now.”

“But enough of our usual; will you tell me what you are actually here for?” The school healer asked, getting serious. “You look fine to me.”

Doing a 180 with his mood, Harry straightened and asked politely. “I actually came here to see Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons champion, to ask about her health.”

Pomfrey softened her gaze, smiled slightly, and nodded towards the curtain-covered bed in the corner. “She is in that bed. You came at the right time; she is almost back to full health.”

Hearing that, Harry sighed with relief and grinned broadly. So can I meet her?”

The matron nodded and returned to her desk to give him some private time. “Go ahead, but don’t make too much noise or disturb my patients.”

“Mam! Yes, Mam!” Harry saluted the caring woman, who could only shake her head and smile fondly at him.

She would never admit it to him, but he was her favourite patient.

Harry quietly went to the end of the room and pulled back the curtain slowly to peek inside.

Thankfully, the French champion was awake and alone, sitting on the bed with a book in her hands.

Taking a moment, he just admired the gorgeous Veela.

Despite being in a hospital gown and her hair tussled up, she was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

After spending time in the Bulgarian Veela enclave, he would have thought that he wouldn’t be entranced by another Veela, but Fleur Delacour was clearly something else.

Apart from her obvious beauty, there was something about her that made her more attractive to him than any other Veela he had ever seen before. And since yesterday, he knew what it was.

The French champion was one of the strongest girls he had ever met and faced. With his weakness for strong, smart, and pretty girls, it wasn’t a shock that she had caught his eye the first day.

However, that’s a talk for a different time as he shook his head to shove those thoughts away and cleared his throat.

The platinum-haired girl looked up from her book and gasped, seeing who it was. “Monsieur Potter”

Placing her book down, she sat up straighter as Harry stepped inside the curtain-covered bed and sat down beside her.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you, mademoiselle Delacour. You looked to be enjoying that book quite much,” the Hogwarts champion apologised with a smile.

“You did not.” Fleur shook her head, sending her soft, silly hair flying. “It waz juzt a novel for time pazz”

“Oh, I know it can get boring here.” Harry nodded and then leaned in to whisper quietly. “Though the healer might look a little strict, if you try, you can have an interesting conversation with her. But don’t tell her that, okay, or she might force me to spend a week here shoving disgusting potion down my mouth.”

The amused Veela let out a giggle, and for a second Harry lost himself in her bright blue eyes. “I didn’t know you had zuch a what do you zay in English? Um… ah yes… I didn’t know you ad zuch a mizchievouz side to you, Monsieur Potter,” Fleur said between her giggles.

“Hey, that’s insulting,” Harry pouted. “I will let you know I am very funny; ask any of my girlfriends,” the emerald-green-eyed Potter huffed while crossing his arms.

Fleur burst out laughing at his childish antics while Harry smiled softly seeing the happy face of the girl who had only looked at him with a competitive stare before today.

Once she calmed down, he conjured a glass and filled it with water before giving it to her, who took it with a grateful smile and a slight pink on her pale cheeks.

“By the way, you can talk to me in your tongue,” Harry offered softly. “It will be easier for you this way, and no one can eavesdrop on us if they don’t know the language.”

Fleur had a suspicious expression on her face as she asked. “Are you sure, Monsieur Potter, or is this your way of judging my English?” She enquired of him with a cold gaze.

“What?! No! No! No!!” Harry frantically waved his hands in panic. “I didn’t mean that. I just noticed you having some problems with big words, so I thought it would be better for us to talk in a language we are both good at. Not that I am insinuating that I am better at French than you are at English because I am not, but –

A peal of laughter stopped Harry as he stared incredulously at the French girl who was holding her stomach and had tears in her eyes from how much she was laughing.

“Really?”

Seeing the unamused face of his, Fleur laughed louder before she finally calmed herself down enough to reply, “Merci, but you look so cute when you are panicked.”

Stopping his twitching lips. Harry deadpanned. “Ha ha, very funny.”

Wiping a tear from her eyes, Fleur giggled, “I am sorry, but it’s so fun to tease you.” She smirked as he scowled and turned away from her, but she could see the blush on his cheeks.

A comfortable silence fell between them as Fleur taught how easily Harry Potter had changed her mood.

She had needed an amusing moment like he just gave after yesterday’s fight since that was all she had been thinking about. Which was why her friend had to force her to read the book, which helped, but Harry making her laugh made her completely forget about yesterday's loss.

It wasn't just the loss that had been weighing heavily on her mood since the previous evening. No, it was how that fight had ended that had been stuck in her mind, and now looking at Harry, she realised this was a perfect moment for her to talk about it.

“I am sorry, by the way.”

Just when she was about to open her mouth, Fleur was stopped by the hesitant voice of Harry, and she turned to look at him with surprise and confusion.

“For what?”

“For our battle yesterday”, scratching his neck, Harry sighed and met her eyes. “I know as a fighter I should not apologise for winning, and I am not. What I am sorry for is using that last spell.”

At her still confused face, he elaborated. “I feel like that spell was not needed, and I overdid it, and I saw how helpless it made you feel, which forced you to use that fireball, which was in full rage, and it was so awesome, by the way. It packed a hell of a lot of power, I must say,” he finished in an unexpected turn, looking like an excited child.

Fleur blushed as he caught her off guard, but she shook her head and turned the conversation back to the main point. “But you shouldn’t be feeling remorse for that, Monsieur Potter. You did what you had to win, and I am not angry at you at all for making me feel like I did yesterday; it was all my fault that I was not strong enough.“

“Now don’t say stupid things like that,” Harry scolded her, shocking her and making her look wide-eyed at him. “You are a very strong competitor, Fleur, and if I did not have that spell up my sleeve, it might be me who would have been me in your place on the bed.”

“Also, if that had happened, I hope you checked on me as well; it would have made me feel good.”

Fleur let out a chuckle as she hit his arm playfully. “You are funny, Monsieur Potter.” She snorted at his smug face, but then her smile slipped away. “If we are talking about our fight, it should be me that should apologise to you.”

“What for?” Harry frowned.

“For using my allure on you,” Fleur whispered without meeting his eyes.

“I don’t see anything wrong with that,” Harry replied, completely perplexed with the French champion.

“You should be,” the platinum-haired girl insisted, still not looking at him. “It was a dirty move by me, a move that I did in desperation and one I regret because now I proved everyone else right about people like me.”

Harry sat for a minute blinking at her, trying for her to look into his eyes and tell him she was lying because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You are talking stupidly,” Harry deadpanned.

“You don’t understand,” Fleur hissed, losing her patience and finally looking at him with narrowed eyes. “For my whole life, since I was born, I have had to listen to people say that I am nothing but a half-breed creature who uses her dark magic to seduce men.”

“I have always hated it and had promised myself that I would never use this curse to prove them wrong and show them I am not what they say. But I broke that promise yesterday by using my allure on you.”

The Veela's dark blue eyes were filled with tears, yet Harry merely gazed at her with a detached expression and uttered, "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

“How dare y—“

“Shut up!”

Fleur jumped back with wide eyes at Harry's furious face. She realised she had never seen him angry, and now, looking at him, she hoped she never would again, as Harry Potter's anger was a frightening sight to behold.

“Now you'll sit quietly and listen while I talk.”

Fleur Delacour was a strong witch, and she had never let anyone tell her what to do except her parents. And yet she shut her mouth and sat straighter, doing exactly what Harry told her to do obediently. 

Flicking his wand in his hand, Harry swiped it around them and erected a privacy ward covering the bed. With that done, he pierced his green eyes into the blue eyes of the French champion, causing her heart to beat faster than it ever had. 

"Are you truly not going to be who you are out of fear of other stupid cunts being jealous of you for what you have? And here I thought you were an unflappable, smart, independent girl who doesn't care about anyone else's opinion of her."

Fleur's heart ached upon hearing the disappointment in his voice. She didn’t know why, but she had never felt as awful about herself as she did now seeing the look on the Hogwarts champion.

Why did it really matter so much to her that she was feeling this pain because she made him disappointed with her action? 

“If you really think your gift is a curse, then why are you using magic?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrow, “Huh? Tell me, after all, magic is given to us, so why are you not ashamed to use that?”

Fleur opened her mouth to argue, but Harry was faster.

“Don’t! I know you're going to say it’s not the same thing, and I ask, Why is it not? The difference between a muggle and us is that we have been given the power to use magic, and they don’t. So let’s just imagine if a muggle is jealous of you and calls you some words. Are you going to stop using magic because it hurts their feelings and makes them inferior to you? Are you going to stop trying to be who you really are because of others?”

The Beauxbaton champion was stumped as she tried to reply, but the reality was she had nothing. Harry was right about everything, and the most humiliating part was that her mom had said the same thing first. But she had never listened to her on this matter. 

And yet… the same words coming from this boy—no, he wasn’t just a boy; he may be three years younger than her, but Harry Potter clearly was more mature than her—The same words hit different and deeper coming from him. 

“You know Fleur…” The black-haired young man who had looked angry and annoyed at her since he began speaking now looked sad. “When I first saw you, I noticed how indifferent to everyone’s reaction toward you you were, and I used to think you were a gorgeous, strong girl who had a lot to admire from. But now looking at you, I don’t see the same girl, which is a real pity because I quite liked that girl from a week ago who looked like she would do anything to beat me. And now that same girl is feeling guilty and apologising for using everything she could.”

“Well, I think I should leave.” Harry stood up, looking outside the windows at the empty Quidditch field. “I believe I have overstayed my welcome and maybe spoken more than I should have. Maybe I should regret it, but frankly, I don’t.”

Looking back at her teary eyes, he smiled slightly. “I wish you a speedy recovery, Fleur, and if I did hurt you with my words, then I apologise for that, but I do believe someone needed to say it to you.”

He turned to walk away after those parting words, but a strong grip on his hand stopped him.

“Harry—I mean, Monsieur Potter.” 

Harry looked over his shoulder at the beautiful face of Fleur Delacour and saw the shy expression on her that he had not seen before. 

With his attention on her, Fleur blushed, realising she was still holding his hand, and she began speaking. “I am sorry, and no, it’s not because of what I was sorry for before. No, I am sorry for, as you said, being a stupid girl.”

Harry snorted. "Damn right, you are," he muttered, but gulped when he saw the glare on Veela's face, despite the tears still in her eyes. 

“You are right. I have been living my life trying to prove others wrong and have not been living for myself. I have been so afraid of proving others' disgusting prejudiced opinions about me that I had almost become ashamed of who I am."

"But from now on I will try not to be like that anymore, and it is all because of you. So I apologise for being an idiot, and thank you because I needed to hear those words you said to me.”

The smile on her face as she thanked him was the brightest one Harry had ever seen, and with all his willpower, he was able to not blush and act like a buffoon in front of the stunning Veela. 

Just because he wasn’t affected by her allure didn’t mean he wasn't by her beauty, because by Merlin, she really was gorgeous. 

“Huh, well, happy to be helpful and a good awakening call for you.” Harry awkwardly rubbed his neck, causing Fleur to giggle in response. “Also, please call me Harry. No need for Monsieur' or anything too formal like that.”

“Then let me say it onze again lezz formally,” the French champion smiled brightly. “Thank you very much, Arry.”

By fucking Merlin, Harry needed to leave right now because, bloody hell, he was half hard by the way his name rolled off her tongue. 

He had never heard something more sexy in his life, and she didn’t even mean it that way. 

“Well, umm, no problem.” Clearing his throat, he tried to hide his blush and his embarrassment. “Glad to help you. And now I should leave now, as I have taken more than enough time of yours; you need your rest as well.”

“Oui”, Fleur nodded with a grin. “But be assured that I am going to train harder once I am free to go so that, in the first task, I will beat you, Arrryyy.”

Aaaand he was running away. He really doesn’t think he could handle hearing her say his name one more time, and he swears she did it intentionally this time because there was no need to stretch his name and say it so huskily like that. 

If Harry had looked back, he would have seen the smirk on Fleur Delacour's face, who had seen the effect of her on the very handsome rival of hers. 

She had been ignoring her inner naughty voice, which had been whispering how much she fancied that young man from the moment she saw him. But she didn't believe it because Fleur had never met a man who made her feel like the one with the most gorgeous green eyes she had ever seen, and she didn't know what she wanted this feeling to be described as. 

However, after today she realised what those feelings were and accepted that naughty voice of hers, making a promise to herself that she would have Harry Potter even if she had to share him with the other girls. 

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Harry managed to get outside safely before he embarrassed himself in front of a stunning girl. Which was her nightmare for any boy.

But the thing didn’t improve for him yet, as his hard-on was still there, and it had been a few days since he last had sexual relief because of the tournament.

Which was why his feet quickly carried him to the nearest bathroom to finally soften the problem, even if he had to do it with his own hands.

Which was something he hadn’t done since he met Marie during his vacation.

A part of him thought about finding one of his girlfriends, but he felt like that was very selfish.

Only if Harry Potter knew that none of his girls would feel the same and would gladly help him solve his big and hard problem.

However, he would find it in a moment that God was smiling at him as a hand grabbed his robe just as he was passing a travesty and pulled him inside.

Shocked and confused but with his instincts still sharp, Harry had his wand in his hand and aimed it at the culprit before they could even blink.

“Who the he- PADMA?!”

Blinking his eyes Harry stared in confusion at the scared face of Padma Patil, who was eyeing his wand in fear.

“Um, Harry, your wand, please,” she stuttered with her heart racing, and Harry quickly pulled his wand away while apologising.

“Sorry about that, Padma, but you scared me.”

“I am sorry as well; it was stupid of me to pull you in like that.” The exotic-looking Ravenclaw blushed and fiddled her fingers nervously.

“Don’t worry about that; it happens.” Harry chuckled before tilting his head curiously. “But why did you kidnap me like that?”

“I did not kidnap you!” Padma huffed before she blushed again and whispered. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Huh, what is it? But also, before you answer that, what is this place?” He asked while looking around the room in wonder.

The circular-looking room was one of the coziest rooms he had ever seen in this castle. The room had a queen-sized bed and a study table on one side with a couple of armchairs and a bean bag as well, interestingly.

“This is a room being the tapestry outside that we, by which I mean me, Susan, Hermione and Daphne, found last year. And since then we have been using it as a personal relaxing room.”

With his back turned, Harry listened to her voice as well as some rustling sounds, which he didn’t notice.

“This is an amazing room; I am so jealous it was not me who found this,” Harry whistled before turning back to her. “So what was something so important tha—“

At times like this, Harry genuinely questioned whether God was atoning for his shit childhood by sending him the most beautiful woman in his life.

Padma Patil, his sweet, innocent Ravenclaw, was standing in front of him in nothing but red-hot lingerie.

The red lacy material barely covered her body and highlighted her curves so enticingly that Harry’s brain short-circuited and all the blood rushed downstairs.

The sexy Indian witch whined cutely, biting her lips, "You know you have spent so much time with others intimately, and I have only gotten a couple of kisses; it's not fair." “So I decided that I would take matters into my own hands and prepare this surprise for you. Do you like it?”

“Fuck… do I like it? Why would you ask something so foolish?” Harry groaned huskily, his eyes scanning her body, stopping at the hard brown nipples he could see through the sheer bra.

Padma blushed brightly before whispering nervously. “I know I am not cute or smart like Hermione or have big boobs like Susan, nor do I have a hot body and confidence like Daphne—"

In one step Harry was in front of her, and the brown-skinned witch gasped as he cupped her cheek and tilted her up to his eyes that were almost black in lust. “Do you really think I don’t like you as much as others? Maybe I should show you how much I desire you.”

Taking her trembling hands, he slid them down his body and put her soft little hands on his crotch.

Padma's breath hitched as her little hands grabbed a large bulge, and she forced herself to not look down to confirm what she thought it was. She kept her eyes on Harry's ridiculously handsome face, who was smirking at her shocked red face.

“Do you feel that?” Harry whispered, and Padma nodded breathlessly. “That’s the effect you have on me, my Indian goddess.”

The Ravenclaw almost came right there, hearing and feeling his praise for her. Feeling brave seeing sheer desire of him for her, she asked. “Is this for me?”

“It’s all for you, love,” Harry promised and leaned in to claim her lips with a hunger that made Padma almost fall to her knees.

Gripping his covered cock with one hand and his robe with the other, she poured her wanting and love through her lips and kissed him back passionately.

The two horny adults swapped tongues and lips, vigorously kissing and licking each other's mouths while their hands grabbed and pulled each other so close there was no space left between them.

Padma would be burning red in the future when she imagined how she was almost eating Harry’s face, but Padma currently couldn’t care less, as she wanted to eat and suck more than just his face.

Rubbing her rock-hard nipples on the firm chest of Harry, she whimpered between the kisses, in need of more, with her panty completely soaked already.

Biting and pulling at her lips, Harry’s big hands slid down and grabbed the deliciously thick ass of the innocent-looking Ravenclaw, making her moan and break the kiss finally.

“Fucking hell, this ass is amazing.” Harry growled, kneading the firm, big derrière of the Indian witch. “And you thought you didn’t have a desirable body. I can literally bounce a galleon of this ass of yours.”

Padma bit her lips in arousal as her pussy leaked a little at his words, and instead of being shy as she usually was, she batted her eyelashes and moaned in his ears. “This dumb, thick ass and my body are yours, Harry.”

Harry’s eyes widened in shock at the unexpected words of his usually shy girlfriend before he bent down and bit her neck in hunger.

Padma gasped in pain and then moaned when Harry's warm tongue licked the mark. All the while she rubbed her drenched covered pussy on the large bulge of his pants, making it wet in her juices.

After leaving the mark and smiling in satisfaction seeing it, Harry pulled and cupped her chin, asking, “Then show me what is mine.”

Padma nodded eagerly, and grabbing the strap of her bra, she pulled it down, letting it fall on her feet. She then turned around, and while looking at him over her shoulder, pulled down her ruined knickers, slowly bending forward, showing her boyfriend her dripping wet lips.

Harry groaned loudly, with one hand grabbing his impossibly hard cock, staring right at the heaven that was Padma’s soaked pussy, with drops of juices sliding down her thighs.

Throwing her knickers away, Padma stood in front of him with her hands behind her back and a shy expression that was definitely fake.

The naughty vixen failed to hide the satisfied smile on her face.

Losing the last bit of restraint, Harry grabbed the Indian witch by her ass, and she threw her on the bed.

Squealing loudly in surprise, Padma landed on the bed, bouncing slightly, and gasped at the hunger in Harry’s eyes. There was an almost animalistic look in them as if he was ready to devour her, and it just made her hornier than before.

Pulling his robe off, Harry threw it away before unbuttoning his shirt slowly while his eyes feasted on his meal on the bed.

His eyes first landed on her cunt, causing his mouth to water as he watched her thick pink lips become wet with excitement. Her ass was so thick that he could see it from the front, and he bit his lips as he imagined fucking her from the back.

Although he then smirked because soon he won’t have to imagine it, as he would be doing the same.

Drifting up, his eyes lingered on her flat and thin waist with a dip in her stomach that was inviting Harry’s attention. But more than anything, it was her brown nipples that were begging to be sucked as his eyes went to the heaving tits.

She was correct when she said that her breasts were not as large as Susan's. But then again, no one did. And yet Harry loved the Indian witch medium's looking tits that he knew by experience were perky and a perfect handful.

Finally his eyes ended the tour at her face that was flushed red, making her mocha-coloured skin glow brightly.

Despite her thick ass, perky tits, and other captivating features, his favourite was her exotic look. Harry always has been mesmerised by her glowing skin that was so different from the pale skin of his other girlfriends.

It was why Harry didn’t know why Padma was so insecure about her looks because she truly was drop-dead gorgeous, and once again he thanked the gods for giving him such beautiful girls.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Padma was busy drooling over Harry’s Adonis-like body as he revealed it slowly for her.

Her dark black eyes roamed all over his sculptured chest, and her tits bounced on her chest as her breathing became heavier.

Her gaze drifted down to the six-pack abs that had her hands twitching to touch them and her lips kissing and sucking each of them. She followed his V-cut body down to the anatomy that she was waiting to see the most.

Noticing her begging eyes, Harry smirked and dropped down his slacks and boxers down his legs.

“Oh…. Fuckkk….”

Harry would never get bored of the surprise on his girls as Padma stared at his cock with the expression that would boost any man’s ego.

“Like what you see, love?”

Padma, with her eyes still on the dangling massive cock, nodded and squirmed in arousal with thoughts of that monster splitting her in half.

Harry crawled on the bed, kissing his way up her legs, her thighs, her stomach, and finally reaching her perky tits. Taking the right one in hand, he smiled in satisfaction as her tits were a perfect handful, just like he taught.

Glancing up, he stared into the anticipating eyes of Padma, who was having trouble breathing as she silently begged him to touch her.

Taking mercy on her, Harry leaned down with their eyes still on each other and took her left brown nipple in his mouth.

“Yesss….” Padma rocked back her head as a pleasure-filled shock swept through her body with that simple touch.

Enjoying how responsive she was, Harry switched to the other boob and began kissing and sucking on it, worshipping it with his lips and tongue.

Padma was high on pleasure as she moaned and thrashed in euphoria, but she wanted to do something first before Harry turned her into a drunk state.

Grabbing his head, she pulled him up and kissed him hungrily. Her saliva-covered breasts pressed against Harry’s chest, and she whimpered as his shaft brushed against her sensitive lower lips.

Breaking the kiss, she bit her lips and whispered, “I want to suck your cock, Harry. Can I?”

Harry groaned as one of her small hands grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. “You don’t have to ask for that, my sweet Raven,” he whispered to her lips before lying down on his back.

With a wide smile on her radiant face, Padma lay between his legs and grabbed the long, thick, heavy shaft with both of her hands.

Leaning forward, she brought her lips closer to the bulbous tip and blew at the angry purple head. “Susan really wasn’t exaggerating. It’s…so big…” she murmured lovingly as she brought his cock along her face and gasped when it was even bigger than that.

“Holly…shit…” Harry growled, looking down at the contrast between his cock's colour and her darker skin tone.

It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen, and it was proven when his dick throbbed and little precum left his tip.

Padma raised her head to the tip and sucked the precum from the slit while kissing the bulbous head.

Giving a little suck, she took the first couple of inches in, stretching her jaw, and popped out with a loud sound. Moaning happily, she brought her lips down and took a long lick of the glorious thing in her hand from base to tip.

Without stopping, she covered every inch of the long, thick length with her lips, leaving kisses and licks everywhere.

She wanted to give this wonderful cock the worship it deserves, and she was doing just that by kissing and tending to every inch of it.

Stroking the thick shaft with one hand, she even gave her attention to the big heavy balls of Harry and kissed and sucked them one by one in her mouth.

As for Harry, he was in heaven; they hadn’t done anything, and yet he could feel how close to exploding he already was. Which was shocking to him because it always took him longer to burst.

Simply put, Padma was giving him a blowjob like never before, and that was something he never expected from the shy Ravenclaw.

“How are you so fucking good at this, Padma?” He gasped, his cock twitching with every kiss and lick by Padma’s sinful mouth.

The Indian witch smiled as she made out with the tip of his cock in her mouth. She then pulled back, making a pop sound, and blushed brightly. “Well, I have been practicing with a toy I brought this summer. And I have been reading the Kama Sutra book for help.”

The same witch who was worshipping his cock a second ago was blushing now by admitting that, and Harry didn’t know if he should be shocked or laugh at her revelation.

To think the girl he thought was one of the most innocent ones would be such a freak was a very welcome surprise to him.

“You really are full of surprises, aren’t you, Padma?” Harry chuckled, shaking his head and rubbing his cheeks softly.

Padma blushed at the affectionate gesture before she smirked and kissed his palm. “Talking of surprises, there’s still one remaining.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before his eyes began widening until they were almost bulging out of their sockets at what happened next.

Gripping his cock at the base, Padma, maintaining eye contact with him, stretched her mouth and took the tip of it inside before beginning to slide down.

The first inch disappeared, then the second, then the third, then the fourth, then the fifth, then the sixth, then the seventh, then the eighth, then the ninth, then the tenth, and finally, taking her hand off, she pushed her hand down one last time, and the whole massive cock was in her mouth and down her throat.

Harry, with his wide green eyes wide, looked at the dark eyes of Padma, who was still making eye contact with a proud look in her watering eyes. Gasping, he felt half of his cock down her throat, getting squeezed between the tight walls, her lips kissing his pelvis, and that was it for him.

With his eyes rolling back, Harry moaned, humping his hip up, and unloaded his thick cum straight down her squeezing throat to her stomach.

Padma gagged as the first couple of cum shots made it harder to keep the bursting cock down her throat, but she gripped his ass, kept her head down, and with tears flowing from her eyes, she swallowed every single drop of his cum.

After cumming for what felt like an eternity, where Harry felt his soul almost leave him, he finally stopped shooting ropes of cum, and his body dropped down heavily on the bed.

Padma, who was close to losing consciousness, took his cock still lodged in her throat and took a big gulp of breath to fill her empty lungs.

Wiping the tears from her eyes and cheeks, she caught a drop of thick cum on her lips and sucked it in her mouth with a pleased smile, like she was tasting her favourite fruit.

“I look like a mess, don’t I?” Padma hummed and looked up at her boyfriend, who was still recovering from what just happened to him.

Harry, breathing heavily, lowered his gaze from the ceiling to her, and he couldn't help but agree that she looked a complete mess. Her face and neck were rosy, mascara was running down her cheeks, lipstick was smudged around her lips, and a strand of saliva was dropping to her chest from her chin. She looked like an absolute mess, and he loved that.

“You…do,” he panted, nodding his head before chuckling. “But what the fuck was that, Padma?”

The Ravenclaw smiled impishly as she replied. “Well, I found out while I was practicing with my toy that I have no gag reflex, but even I am surprised that I took your monster all the way down.” She beamed with pride before fluttering her eyelashes. “So, did you like my special talent?”

Harry gaped at her in shock before shaking his head. “You just sucked my soul out of me, and you’re asking me if I liked it?”

Smirking in smug satisfaction, Padma crawled to his face. “I guess then I should give your soul back; I can’t have you dying because of me,” she whispered, claiming his lips and kissing him softly, taking each lip between her teeth and sucking on them lovingly.

Laying her body over his, she moaned in surprise when she felt something poking at her stomach. Pulling back from his lips, the Indian witch looked between their bodies and was shocked to see Harry’s pole still standing.

“You’re still hard?” Padma gasped, licking her lips at the sight of his cock that hasn’t softened one bit.

“You’re not the only one with special talent, my love.” Harry grinned smugly, grabbing her thick ass. “After that blowjob I am not going down until I leave you a fucking mess.”

Padma looked from him to his cock before smiling widely. “What are we waiting for, then? Let's start on that promise.” Turning around over him, she straddled his hips and took his member in her hand.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled innocently at him. “Would you mind if I am on top for my first time?”

Harry, who was mesmerised staring at her pussy over his cock that was dripping all over his thick tip, looked up at her mutely before realising what she asked.

With a relaxed smile, he crossed his arm beneath his head. “Please, after your earlier showing, I have no problem with you running the show. I am just going to enjoy it from here.”

Padma grinned brighter than the sun. "Thank you, Morgana, because my pussy is on fire and I can't wait any longer." She winked, then closed her eyes as she lowered herself, taking in the massive shaft inch by inch.

“Holly… fuck…” Harry groaned in pure pleasure as his cock disappeared in her warm, velvety walls.

After having sex constantly for the last four months with his three different girlfriends, he has noticed that each of them have different pussies.

Marie has the warmest one, Hermione has the tightest, and Daphne has the most grippy walls that massage his cock perfectly every time he is with his Slytherin princess, who knows how to use them to make him lose.

And now if he were to describe his sexy Indian witch pussy, it would be… wet like a waterfall.

Her pussy was so wet that his impressive length stretched her walls easily with how slippery it was, and by the time she was all the way down and he was inside her, stretching her apart, his tip knocking her cervix, Harry's crotch was soaked like a lake.

Padma moaned wantonly as she let her hips rest and enjoy the stretch and how deep he was as she took her time to adjust to the almost overwhelming size of his. Whimpering, she then began sliding up on his cock while her walls tried to stop it.

Harry watched as, inch by inch, his cock emerged from her pussy, and he groaned as he saw how slick and wet it was in her juices. Holding only the tip in, Padma then dropped back down, the thick meat piercing her walls again with her ass meeting his pelvis, and a loud wet sound was heard all over the room. 

Harry's eyes almost closed in euphoria as his cock throbbed inside the wet, tight walls of his Ravenclaw girlfriend before the brown-skinned witch bounced again, and what happened next had him gaping in shock.

Three thrusts were all it took for the poor Padma before she exploded on his cock.

"FUCKKKK IMCUMMMINGGGGG"

Exploded was the right word as Padma drenched his cock. Her body shaking, her cunt quivering, she lost it completely, jumping off the huge dick, and she squirted like a fountain.

Harry watched with wide eyes as her juices flew across the room from his pussy like a broken faucet and landed straight on the face of equally shocked Susan Bones.

"What the fuck?!!!"

Hearing the redhead's horrified shout. Harry leaned up on his elbows around the shaking girl over him and saw the drenched face of Susan and muttered, "Oh shit."

As for Padma, she just closed her eyes and kept screaming through her orgasm and raining it all over her busty girlfriend.

Oh shit indeed.

P.S: Sorry, guys. My internship has been keeping me busy for the past week, and I've only had time to write on the weekends. I hope you enjoyed this chapter; the smut part was hard to write since it's been so long since I wrote one, so I hope I did a decent job and you liked it.

As for the next update, sorry about the one shot I was supposed to upload; it's been a pain in my ass. I have to rewrite it, so the next will be the new chapter of DyTSW on Thursday.

Hope you have a nice week.

Thank you very much.