Sticky Situation: Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Harry blinked his eyes open as he felt someone climb into his bed. Smiling, he grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, slipped them on his face, and looked up at the young woman straddling his waist.

But it wasn’t Ginny like he expected. It was Lavender Brown. A completely naked and smiling Lavender Brown. His eyes fell on her large breasts for a moment before he looked back up at her face with confusion.

“Aw, aren’t you happy to see me, Harry?” Lavender pouted.

Resting her bum on his groin, she put her hands on his chest and bounced up and down lightly, causing her breasts to wobble and sway right in front of his face.

“Oh, I am,” Harry said, sliding his hands up her smooth, thick thighs. “Just a little surprised.”

Lavender giggled, “I convinced Ginny to let me wake you up this morning.”

Leaning down, she kissed him softly and sensually, her tongue sliding slowly along his. As they explored each other’s mouths, she started rocking her hips, grinding against his rapidly swelling excitement. Harry slid his hands over her hips to her chest. Her breasts were outrageously full and perky for how large they were. He squeezed and kneaded them gently, mapping their shape with his hands.

Lavender moaned into his mouth and straightened up when his clothed erection pressed against her mound. Biting her lip, she tossed her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder, bit her lip, and rolled her hips. Harry groaned, grabbed her hips, and bucked upwards, looking for more friction. Giggling softly, she shuffled backward and grabbed the waistband of his flannel pajamas. After a bit of shimmying, she managed to pull them off, causing his excitement to jump free and slap against his stomach.

“I can’t get over how big it is,” she said, straddling his waist again.

Grabbing his shaft, she lifted his erection and held it up to her stomach, where the head rose above her belly button.

“It’s going to go so deep,” she whispered sultrily.

Harry held his breath as Lavender raised herself up on her knees and lined his tip up with her entrance. She spent a moment teasing him, sliding the wide head between her taut folds before slowly impaling herself on his length. They groaned in unison as she slid down to the base and paused.

“Merlin,” she breathed.

Closing her eyes, Lavender let out a shuddering breath as she rolled her hips. Harry flexed his hips and grasped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her short, wide nipples. Her rhythm slowly increased, her hips rising higher and dropping down harder until she was riding nearly half of his length. Harry moved his hands to her hips, allowing her breasts to bounce and dance to the beat of her hips.

“Fuck, Lav,” he hissed.

Lavender groaned, and Harry wasn’t sure she had heard him. She was lost in her own world, panting hard and staring at nothing as she worked her hips harder. Her breath hitched and stuttered, her eyes drifted closed, and a tremble ran through her body. Her walls tightened around him while her nails dug into the skin of his chest. Unbothered, Harry bucked his hips, pushing her over the edge. A scream left her lips as she collapsed forward, her body jerking and shaking as she rode out her climax.

“Keep it down!” Seamus yelled.

“Is he having another nightmare?” Neville asked.

Harry was about to tell them he was fine, but Lavender chose that moment to kiss him passionately. He could do nothing as footsteps approached his bed, and the curtains on both sides were pulled open.

“Oh, it’s Lavender,” Dean yawned, stretching his arms out wide.

“Sorry, Harry,” Neville said from the other side.

“Tell her to shut it!” Seamus shouted.

“Wuz goin’ on?” Ron asked, sleepily poking his head between his curtains.

“Harry’s just shagging Lavender,” Dean said.

“Oh,” Ron said, pulling his head back through the curtains.

“Don’t even think about falling back to sleep, Weasley,” Dean said. “We need to be up in half an hour anyways.”

Ron muttered a curse, sat up, and threw open his curtains. Letting out another yawn, Dean walked over to Seamus’ bed and pulled open his curtains. The Irishman grumpily hid his head under his pillow.

“Come on, Seamus,” Dean said. “No point going back to sleep now.”

Seamus lifted the pillow and glared at him before sitting up and throwing it down angrily while grumbling under his breath. While his roommates pottered around the room, getting ready for the day, Harry rolled Lavender onto her back and started thrusting into her. She kissed him passionately, her legs locked tightly around his waist as he pounded her into the mattress. Her moans filled the dorm as she came twice more around his thrusting cock. Harry moved his lips to her neck as he neared his climax, sucking harshly at her delicate pale skin until he left behind a dark red mark.

While his roommates argued over who would get to use the shower first, he buried himself deep in Lavender and flooded her depths. She groaned under him, combing her fingers through his hair. After a minute to catch his breath, Harry rolled off of her, spent.

“How long until breakfast?” Lavender asked breathlessly.

“About an hour,” Dean replied.

Smiling, she rolled onto her side to face Harry and dragged a finger teasingly over his chest.

“Want to go again in the shower?” she asked.

Harry grinned and sat up. While Lavender climbed out of bed, he grabbed a vial of Stamina Potion from his nightstand and downed it quickly. Giggling, she took him by the hand and hurried into the bathroom before slamming the door closed in Seamus’ face.

“Hey!” he yelled. “I was supposed to go first!”

Half an hour later, Harry and Lavender made their way down to the common room. While he took a seat on the couch, she raced up the stairs to get dressed for the day, passing Hermione on her way down. Harry glanced at his best friend and immediately noticed two things. One, she was still limping slightly, and two, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hard, pebbled nipples protruded against the front of her crisp white shirt.

“You okay?” he asked softly as she sat next to him.

“I’m fine,” Hermione sighed. “I’m still a little sore, but it hurts to wear a bra. You and Luna sucked on my – my nipples a bit too hard.”

“Sorry,” Harry said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“It’s fine,” she assured him. “I liked it. I just need to remember to use a Soothing Balm next time.”

Smiling at the thought of a next time, he kissed her temple and settled back on the couch. Ron joined them a moment later, and unfortunately, while he’d been able to completely ignore Harry having sex with Lavender this morning, he couldn’t ignore the sight of Hermione’s nipples pressed against her shirt. He didn’t really understand how the Notice-Me-Not – or whatever it was – portion of the sap worked. It had always worked when he needed it to, so he didn’t think much about it.

“Ron, will you stop staring,” Hermione hissed.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking away.

“Urgh, I’m going down to breakfast.”

Hermione stood up quickly, causing her breasts to bounce under her shirt and drawing the eyes of a few boys in the common room. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she stormed through the portrait hole.

“Er, should we…?” Ron asked, motioning after her.

“Yeah,” Harry said, glancing over at the stairs to the girls’ dorm just as Lavender returned. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

Ron shrugged as he stood, grabbed his bag, and headed for the portrait hole. Meanwhile, Harry got to his feet and walked over to Lavender.

“Hey, Lav, can I talk to you for a second?” he asked.

“Sure, Harry,” she said with a perky smile.

“I want to ask you for a favor. Hermione couldn’t wear a bra today, and she’s a bit self-conscious about all the boys staring. Do you think you could take off yours? You know, take some of the attention away?”

“Sure,” Lavender smiled. “Anything for you, Harry.”

“I’ll help,” Parvati volunteered. “I bet Romilda would, too, if we asked. Maybe we could get a whole bunch of girls to do it with us.”

“How would we convince them?” Lavender asked thoughtfully.

Parvati shrugged, “Tell them it’s a protest against misogyny?” she suggested.

Harry smiled and shook his head as they climbed the stairs to the girls’ dorm, still trading ideas. Returning to the couch, he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the Great Hall. By the time he got there, Ron and Hermione were already seated and eating their breakfast. Taking the seat between them, he loaded up his plate and fell into a discussion about their classes for the day.

“Whoa,” Ron said a couple of minutes later.

Harry looked up and smiled as Lavender and Parvati entered the Great Hall. Parvati looked attractive in her own right, but Lavender’s large breasts bounced and bobbled under her shirt with every step she took, drawing the eye of every boy and more than a few girls in the hall. Giving Harry a wink as they passed, they took a seat further down the table next to Ginny and Romilda.

“What was that about?” Hermione whispered.

Harry shrugged and turned back to finish his breakfast.

~

Harry’s first class of the day, Transfigurations, went as it normally did. As he entered the hallway to go to Potions, he noticed that half of the older girls in the school were now walking around braless. He didn’t know what Lavender and Parvati had told them, but whatever it was, it was clearly working. Hermione noticed as well and gave him a suspicious look, but didn’t have time to question him before they reached Snape’s classroom.

“Today, you’ll be brewing the Strengthening Solution,” Snape drawled. “Instructions are on the board. Pair up, and you may begin.”

There was a scramble as several girls tried to partner with Harry at once. Bulstrode steamrolled over Tracey Davis trying to get to him, Parkinson collided with Lavender in the middle of the aisle, and Ron got kicked in the shin by Daphne Greengrass when she tried and failed to shove her way past him. Lilith reached him first, racing over so fast she ended up in his lap instead of the seat next to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled smugly as the other girls dejectedly looked for other partners.

As she stood up and pranced over to the cabinet to grab their ingredients, Harry looked around while he laid out the equipment. With the exception of Parkinson, every girl was walking around without a bra. Tracey’s prominent nipples pressed against the front of her shirt, and Daphne’s, while perhaps half a cup size smaller than Lavender’s, rivaled them in perkiness. It was only by the way they shook and jiggled under the thin fabric of her shirt that he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra at all.

He was jolted out of his lecherous staring when Lilith returned and set their ingredients on the table. Flashing a knowing smirk, she opened the top button of her shirt and leaned forward over the table, giving him a teasing glimpse of her lush cleavage. Smiling, Harry peeked at the board and got to work crushing beetle shells. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Tracey nudge Daphne and point at Lilith. They shared a brief glance before they each undid a button.

The Strengthening Solution required high heat and a heavy boil throughout the brewing process. As a result, the temperature in the room quickly climbed to a sweltering heat. Ties were loosened, more buttons were opened, and the white dress shirts clung to the girls’ sweaty bodies. Gazing around the room as he waited for their potion to turn the right shade of puce, Harry was once again confused by just how the Notice-Me-Not portion of the sap worked.

Lavender’s shirt was one button away from revealing her breasts completely; each time Hermione leaned over her cauldron, she flashed her nipples. Daphne and Tracey constantly paused to fan themselves with their shirts, all but flashing him in the process, and Lilith’s breasts had fallen out of her shirt more than once. Yet, through it all, neither the other boys nor Professor Snape reacted.

It didn’t make any sense at all. Plenty of boys had noticed the girls’ braless state in the halls, but now, there was nothing. It was almost as if it only worked when the girls actively tried to gain Harry’s attention.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Daphne sidled up to him.

“Can I use some of your powdered Asphodel root?” she asked. “Tracey spilled ours.”

Lilith nodded as she stirred the potion, her light pink areola peeking out with the motion. Smiling, Daphne slid into the small space between Harry and the table. Her bum pressed firmly against his groin as she leaned forward and took her time looking through the jars on their desk. She looked at each label carefully, reading each one despite the fact that a quick glance would tell her it wasn’t powdered Asphodel root. Sharing a bemused look with Lilith, Harry decided to have a little fun.

Daphne froze and inhaled sharply when he ground his hips against her bum and wrapped his arms around her. Quickly, he unbuttoned her shirt all the way to the waistband of her skirt and cupped her breasts. A soft moan left her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned back against him.

Snape looked up at the sound and scowled. Harry thought for sure he was caught, but a moment later, he looked down to continue grading papers.

“Harry!” Hermione hissed.

He looked over, and she gave him an incredulous look.

“Granger! Potter!” Snape barked. “Five points each for distracting your classmates.”

Sneering, he looked away and resumed grading papers. Harry shared a look with Hermione, shrugged, and trailed his right hand down Daphne’s stomach. The blonde let out a shuddering breath, her abs twitching under his light touch. Grabbing a handful of skirt, he yanked it up and slipped his hand underneath. She gasped softly when his hand landed on the damp gusset of her knickers. Another soft moan left her lips as she reached back, slipped a hand between their bodies, and caressed his straining erection through his trousers. Harry chuckled and teased her folds with the tips of his fingers, sending a shudder through her body.

“Lilith and I are going to meet on the seventh floor after dinner. Do you want to join us?” he asked softly.

Lilith met his eyes and smiled excitedly.

“Oh, Merlin, yes,” Daphne panted.

“Good girl,” Harry whispered.

Lifting his hand, he patted her mound. Daphne jolted before letting out a whimper as Harry backed away slightly. Suddenly, she spun around, grabbed his head, and kissed him hard. He kissed her back, his hand slipping under the back of her skirt to grope her bum. Moaning into his mouth, she pulled back, her bright blue eyes sparkling as they met his, and then she slipped away. Her jutting breasts jiggled alluringly as she returned to her table, not even bothering to fix her shirt.

Tracey engaged her in a quick, hushed conversation before sighing, rolling her eyes, and approaching his table.

“Daphne said she couldn’t find the powdered Asphodel root,” she said. “Mind if I take a look?”

“Help yourself,” Harry said with a gesture.

Smiling, Tracey glanced over the jars and grabbed the one she needed. Instead of leaving, she set it to the side, hopped up on the table, and sat facing him. Grabbing his belt, she pulled him forward between her spread legs.

“I heard you invited Daphne to join you and Lilith later tonight,” she said, grinding against his erection as she caressed his chest. “Do I get an invite? I’m a lot freakier than these two. I’ll choke on your cock, you can cum on my face, I’ll even let you bugger me. Anything you want.”

Harry’s excitement surged against her thigh, and she smirked.

“Alright,” he said, swallowing thickly. “Meet me in the seventh floor corridor after dinner.”

“Perfect,” Tracey grinned.

Pushing him back, she hopped down from the table. Her breasts bounced as she landed, and one of her incredibly long, dark nipples got caught on the edge of her shirt. Unconcerned, she caressed his length through his trousers teasingly before she turned, grabbed the jar of powdered Asphodel root, and returned to her table.

Harry took a deep breath and adjusted himself into a more comfortable position.

“Potter!” Snape barked. “Bring me a sample of your potion.”

Frowning, he shared a look of concern with Lilith. If Snape was calling him specifically, it wasn’t for anything good. He grabbed and filled two vials with their potion and stuck one in his pocket in case Snape decided to drop one and give him a zero for the day. Approaching the desk, Snape snatched the vial out of his hand the moment he offered it. He held it up to the light to inspect the color and then waved it under his nose.

“Outstanding.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up.

“For Ms. Moon,” Snape continued with a sneer. “You, on the other hand, were even more useless than usual. That will be a Dreadful for the day, Potter. Now, go help your partner clean up if you can handle it without written instructions.”

Sighing, Harry returned to his desk. Lilith patted him consolingly on the arm as they began to clean up. He was once again distracted by her swaying breasts when something hard hit him in the side of the head. Turning his head while he rubbed his temple, Hermione gave him a frustrated look and gazed around the room pointedly. Harry looked around and felt a surge of panic.

Now that the brewing was finished, all of the girls were staring at him like a piece of meat. He didn’t know if the Notice-Me-Not would stop Snape from noticing a reverse gangbang in his classroom, but he didn’t want to find out. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a sweet wrapped in plain brown paper and prayed that Fred and George knew what they were doing.

The candy was square. Half yellow and half purple. Breaking off the yellow half, Harry tossed it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Just a couple of seconds later, he felt a warm trickle from his nose. Reaching up, he wiped it, and his hand came away red with blood.

“Er, Professor,” he called.

Snape looked up and sneered.

“What now, you foolish boy?” he asked. “Don’t just stand there. Get to the Hospital Wing.”

Holding a hand to his leaking nose, Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and made for the exit.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” he whispered to Hermione as he passed.

As soon as he was out of the classroom, Harry popped the purple end of the candy in his mouth. He sighed in relief when the bleeding stopped a moment later. Grinning, he rounded the corner and walked face-first into a pair of large, familiar breasts.

“I wondered when we’d run into each other again,” Julie said, trapping his head between her soft, braless breasts.