March 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Padma/Parvati - Love & Comfort Part 2

AN: Here's the second and final part of this story. I hope you all enjoy it!

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If Padma thought that it was going to be difficult watching the First Task back when she just had a crush on Harry, it was nothing compared to the challenge of having felt his lips against hers and then watching him fight for his life against a Hungarian Horntail of all creatures.

She’d seen three champions come and go already. Cedric had made it out with a burnt face and missing eyebrows, Fleur had gotten her robes caught aflame after she’d enchanted her dragon to fall asleep, and Viktor had only a small scrape to show for himself. All of them performed well, given the circumstances of having to face off against a dragon, but no one had managed a perfect score yet.

Padma hoped that Harry would be the first.

Over the last few weeks, she’d come to see just how truly brilliant he was. Even if he didn’t have as much theoretical knowledge as her, he had a way with magic that was simply beyond her capabilities. He could make it sing in subtle ways, and it was truly a wonder to behold all of the clever combinations of spells he managed to get to work together.

Even more impressive was how quickly he’d picked up on how to use runes. Padma had over a year of study over him, and he was already far better at the practical application of runes than she was. When she designed the rune scheme for his robes for this event, he’d been the one to actually craft and stitch them into his clothes. His magic fuelled them, and now they’d see what their efforts were worth.

“And here comes Harry Potter!” The announcer cried out over the megaphone.

A cacophony of boos and jeers rang out, occasionally interspersed by a few cheers from those in Gryffindor who still supported him. Padma paid close attention to the stand across from her where Harry’s best friends—or was it more appropriate to say former best friends now?—sat. Ron was on his feet, shouting something down at Harry that was lost amid the noise from the crowd. From the twisted look on his face, it wasn’t anything pleasant. Hermione was at his side, and although she wasn’t jeering at Harry like Ron was, neither was she getting Ron to stop what he was doing.

It was terrible to see Harry’s former friends behaving like this, but at least he had her by his side now. She’d introduced him to her friends like Anthony, Morag, Lisa, and Terry. Although they’d been a bit apprehensive at first given the rumours swirling around Hogwarts about how Harry somehow performed some type of dark magic to get into the tournament, they warmed up to him surprisingly quickly once they saw how happy he made her.

“He’s going to be okay, right?” Morag tittered nervously at Padma’s side.

“Of course,” Padma assured her despite her own fears. The rune scheme they’d prepared should protect him from most things… but there were still those underlying fears niggling at her mind, telling her that she’d messed something up.

“Yeah, don’t worry about Harry,” Anthony cheered loudly. “He’s got this in the bag!”

“He’d better,” Padma muttered to herself.

The Hungarian Horntail had been in a foul mood ever since she’d been brought out in between Viktor and Harry’s turns. The massive black lizard had taken to stalking around her little nest of eggs, seeming displeased with them for whatever reason, and glaring at the audience as though they’d wronged her somehow. Whenever anyone close by started to get too worked up, the Hungarian Horntail would unleash a thick plume of smoke from her nostrils, and everyone would quiet back down quickly lest the dragon turn to more aggressive measures.

The enclosure surrounding the field of play wasn’t as large as Padma had hoped for, though it did have a fair amount of cover. The arena had been set up near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, so there were several old, fallen tree trunks laid down across the arena. A few large boulders, each big enough to hide two men behind it, littered the arena too. The ground was all dirt as whatever grass had been there at the start of the day was long gone thanks to the dragons breathing fire at the champions.

It was unfortunate that Harry had to go last because any twigs or branches he could have transfigured had already been reduced to ash. He could summon things into the arena from outside of it, but it would take precious seconds for those things to reach him. When it came down to facing a dragon, those were extra seconds that he might not have.

Harry looked a little dazed as he saw the hundreds of faces staring down at him. His eyes scanned the crowd, briefly passing Padma’s face before they snapped right back to her. She offered him a small smile, the kind he told her that he liked so much, and suddenly all of the stupor was gone from him. He readied his wand in his hand and pulled his robes tighter against his body.

The Hungarian Horntail saw the newcomer across the arena and let out a deep bellow. The powerful roar reverberated through the trees surrounding the stands and the arena, but Padma’s focus was solely locked on Harry. A gust of wind washed over him, and the neckline of his robes flapped out from his body, revealing the ocean-blue-coloured Wunjo rune next to the ochre-coloured Naudhiz rune. Their colours flared for a moment as their magic took effect.

“What was that?” Anthony asked as he leaned over Padma’s shoulder while squinting his eyes to get a better look.

Lisa gasped in surprise and turned to Padma. “You didn’t.”

Padma smiled and nodded her head. “Technically, Harry was the one to craft them.”

“But isn’t that cheating?” Michael Corner asked, butting into the conversation from his group of friends nearby.

“We checked the rules plenty of times, and Harry even asked Mr Bagman about it,” Padma replied. “As long as the runes are on his robes, he’s allowed to bring them in.”

“What do they do?” Anthony asked, looking fascinated as Harry withstood the gust of wind, which was only picking up now that the Hungarian Horntail was flapping her wings in a failed attempt to take flight.

“Wunjo can be used for good luck or a positive outcome,” Padma explained to her friends, who were all listening attentively. “It’s linked to Naudhiz, which can represent a need for something and the ability to overcome struggles.”

“So, you’re using them together to help Harry overcome the dragon!” Lisa clapped her hands excitedly.

It was a bit more complicated than that in truth. While each rune that was stitched along the neckline of his robes did represent the essence of what they were trying to do, each one was connected to a larger text written inside of his robes. Runes on their lonesome were weak; it wasn’t until they were joined together into sentences that they would work as one would hope. Each sentence represented an idea, which was imbued with magic. The magic would act in response to the world around it, only activating when the idea of the sentence was met.

In the case of this sentence being used right now, it was a generic protection from the elements. It was a request for strength and resiliency against natural forces, which were stronger than man’s own power. They responded to the gusts of wind, allowing Harry to stand his ground.

There were more runes too, but Padma hoped they didn’t need to use them. She just wanted Harry to get the egg and get out.

Seeing his robes work brought a bubble of laughter out of Harry. The dragon tilted her head curiously, uncertain of why Harry didn’t get knocked down as soon as she flapped her powerful wings at him.

Suddenly, Harry bolted forward. He was still out of reach of the dragon, but that gap was rapidly closing.

Padma’s thumb bit into the flesh of her palm and she wrung her hands together nervously. Regardless of whatever preparations she and Harry had made, it was still terrifying to see him charging towards a massive dragon.

Harry moved from cover to cover without ever pausing to catch his breath behind them. It was a principled way to move, knowing that if danger were to arise, he could easily find some degree of safety. The Hungarian Horntail continued to rage against the chains that were holding her in place, ready to charge down the human that was encroaching on her eggs. She unleashed a terrible torrent of flames from her maw that skittered along the ground, falling just short of Harry’s position.

Now that he was as close as he could get while still just barely being outside of the dragon’s range, Harry stopped behind a thin tree trunk. He dropped to his knees behind it and readied his wand in front of him.

“Accio!” Harry tried casting on the golden egg to be sent to retrieve, but it didn’t budge. “Wingardium Leviosa!” Again, the egg didn’t move.

Padma grimaced. They’d expected that the judges would have put an anti-summoning charm over it, along with a host of other protections, but it felt worthwhile to try to summon it at the very least.

“Stupefy!” Harry cried out.

Again, this was just another test. Dragon’s hides were notoriously resistant to magic, but they weren’t completely impenetrable. It was said that especially powerful witches and wizards could single handedly manage to affect dragons with their spells. Otherwise, it would take an entire team to take one down.

The dragon didn’t look fazed in the slightest by Harry’s spell, but Harry fired off several more just to be sure. Each one splattered against the dragon’s dark hide, but all it seemed to do was make her angrier and angrier.

“Stupe—”

Harry’s words froze in his throat and his eyes went wide as a loud snapping sound was heard. The dragon suddenly stumbled forward as the leash-like chain keeping her near her eggs broke. She turned around in surprise, looking at the broken chain and even flicking it to the side with her tail. When it was knocked away from her easily, she turned back to Harry with a menacing look and began to advance.

“And it looks like Potter has got more than he bargained for here!” The announcer laughed jubilantly, excited at the sudden twist of events. “He’s going to need to get the egg soon or else this dragon’s going to run him down!”

Someone put their hand on Padma’s shoulder in support, but her gaze was locked onto Harry as he rolled out of the path of a thick gout of flames. He reacted quickly by banishing one of the dead tree trunks right at the dragon. She batted it out of the air with her mighty claw and shattered it beneath her weight as she continued forward towards him.

A few in the crowd roared in approval as Harry scampered to cover behind a boulder, but others jeered at him, shouting profanity or trying to goad him into going back out to face the dragon head on. The dragon breathed out another massive spurt of fire, which collided with the opposite side of the boulder from Harry. The flames licked around the boulder, but none of them quite reached Harry’s body.

“Come on,” Padma murmured to herself, hoping that Harry would find a way past the dragon. She really didn’t want him to put the other runes in his robe to the test if they didn’t need to.

“And it looks like Potter is casting the Disillusionment Charm on himself!” The announcer explained to the crowd as Harry weaved his wand in a spiral above his head. After completing three loops, he dragged the tip of his wand down his body, and he quickly faded from sight. “It looks like he’s planning to sneak past the dragon! But he’ll have to watch out because dragons are well known to have an excellent sense of smell!”

Most people who were competent enough to use a Disillusionment Charm would only remain invisible if they were perfectly still. If they weren’t, they’d leave ripples in the air whenever they moved, like gentle waves washing upon a shoreline. Those who were true masters were able to remain perfectly invisible, even while moving.

Harry wasn’t quite either of those.

It took her a moment to spot him, but Padma was able to notice the subtle distortions in the air that signified Harry’s position. They were subtle, and she wouldn’t be surprised if none of her friends were able to spot him. It was a faint outline that looked like light refracting through the surface of water; it made things in the background look slightly out of place.

Harry was moving fast towards the nest, and the Hungarian Horntail was perplexed. She paced around the boulder in search of Harry, but it wasn’t until she flicked out her tongue that her head snapped towards Harry’s almost-invisible form. She reared her head back and let out a final jet of flame, one that shot out further than the others before it.

Padma nearly screamed as Harry was engulfed by the flames. They curled around his body even as he continued to run right up to the clutch of eggs. The crowd was mostly confused, due to their inability to spot Harry, but Padma’s friends looked concerned at her expression.

“What happened?” Anthony asked tentatively. “He didn’t get caught up by the fire—”

“Shh,” Lisa hissed while shooting worried looks at Padma.

Amid the flames, a green rune glowed.

Harry returned to view as he leapt out of the flames, unscathed. Padma leapt to her feet and was the first one to start cheering as Harry grasped the golden egg. The green rune along the neckline of his robes was still glowing, and his robes and skin showed no signs of having been damaged at all by the dragon’s powerful flames.

It took the audience a second to catch up to what had just happened, but then cheers erupted throughout the stadium. They were so quick to applaud him even though they’d been against him minutes ago, but Padma didn’t care about that. All that mattered to her was that Harry had made it out of the task safe and sound.

The dragon tamers rushed into the arena and began to calm the Hungarian Horntail down as Harry was escorted out quickly to the medical tent.

“Padma?” Anthony called out after her as she dashed out of her seat and over towards the staircase down.

It was surprisingly easy to race around to the medical tent; everyone was still waiting for the judges to announce the final results, and no one was standing guard to prevent her entrance.

Padma slipped through the tent flaps and into the brightly-lit room. Beds from the Hospital Wing had been brought down here along with a massive chest filled with potions. Three of the beds were occupied by Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur, but none of them looked particularly worse for wear after their performances; their scrapes, burns, and bruises were all in the process of being healed up by the potions Madam Pomfrey had brought. The only champion not lying down was Harry, who was being cornered by Madam Pomfrey.

“Even if you say that you’re fine, I saw the dragon’s flames surround you,” Madam Pomfrey said with an insistent tone. She had her arms outstretched, like she was trying to prevent Harry from escaping. “I need to look you over in accordance with the rules—”

“Can’t you bend them just this once?” Harry begged. “I’d honestly rather just—Padma?”

Padma ducked underneath Madam Pomfrey’s arms and tackled Harry with a massive hug. He laughed and hugged her back just as tightly.

“Miss Patil,” Madam Pomfrey gave an exasperated sigh. “Could you please convince Potter to allow me to examine him?”

“Why does she get called Miss Patil and I’m just Potter?” Harry frowned.

“Because unlike you, Miss Patil is still in my good graces,” Madam Pomfrey told him.

Padma pulled out of the hug and poked Harry’s belly. “Just let her look you over,” she said with a cheeky smile.

“Fine.” Harry gave a dramatic sigh before dropping down onto the nearest bed.

“Don’t be surprised if Professor Flitwick comes to collect you from your common room the next time Potter’s being difficult with me,” Madam Pomfrey joked lightly to Padma before she walked over to Harry’s side.

Padma joined her and watched as Madam Pomfrey smoothly checked him over. Her wand waved back and forth while the tip shifted in colour from green to blue then back to green again. The sequence repeated several times over for a minute before Madam Pomfrey stowed her wand back inside of her robes.

“Looks like you’re fine to go, Potter,” Madam Pomfrey said.

“I told you I was fine,” Harry muttered petulantly.

“Oh, stop it,” Padma rolled her eyes and giggled at him. As Harry sat back up, Padma sat beside him and fingered the neckline of his robes, feeling the runes that were stitched within. “I’m glad these worked out.”

“It’s all thanks to you,” Harry smiled at her. “If you weren’t so damned brilliant, I would’ve been burnt to a crisp out there.”

Padma blushed lightly. She was used to receiving praise for her schoolwork, but it was quite different when the man she was quickly falling in love with complimented her.

“You’re the one who did all of the stitching—” she tried to speak, but Harry cut her off.

“I wouldn’t have known what runes to use without you there,” he interrupted gently. “Give yourself a bit of credit.”

“Okay, but just a little,” Padma smiled.

Harry leaned in then and kissed her. Every time their lips touched, Padma felt that same luxurious feeling of slipping into a hot bath after a long day of work. It was divine, and she kissed Harry back hard until the need for air forced them apart again.

“You know, Hagrid let slip something else when he was showing me the dragons the other night,” Harry whispered to Padma so that the other champions couldn’t overhear it. “You were right: there will be a Yule Ball this year.”

Padma’s heart pounded in her chest. The Yule Ball was an old tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, but no formal announcements had been made about yet. After reading about it in the old books she’d examined for ideas about what the upcoming tasks could be, she’d fallen in love with the idea of attending a Yule Ball with Harry—she’d even already written home to her mum to ask about ideas for dress robes that would fit the theme.

“Really?” Padma gasped with excitement.

Harry nodded his head as a bright smile crossed his lips. “Would you like to go with me?”

Padme let her kiss be the answer.

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Despite his overwhelming anxiety leading up to the event, Harry felt better than he had in a long time dancing with Padma in his arms. She looked absolutely gorgeous dressed in her turquoise-coloured dress robes, which were only further emphasised by the gold accents she had on that matched her twin-sister’s accents. Her long, dark hair was in its familiar plait, but it had gold strands interlaced with her hair in a static sequence. But what mattered most was the brilliant smile on her lips as he twirled her around the dance floor.

It hadn’t been easy learning how to dance in such a short period of time. Padma had been there to help him along the initial steps, but he’d chosen to practise alone more often than not in order to surprise her at the ball itself.

It was clear that his efforts were well worth it.

Dancing amid the sparkling, frost-covered walls of the Great Hall was like something out of a dream. Small, lantern-lit tables ringed the dance floor in the centre of the room. Food and drink were provided at each table, as well as the banquet-style tables that lined the walls.

Hundreds of students surrounded them. It was late enough into the night that the Weird Sisters, the rock band hired to perform for the evening, had switched over to a series of slower songs that allowed couples to grow close to one another. Even in the sea of students, Harry found the chance to have a private moment with Padma.

“I hope this is everything you’ve dreamt of,” he murmured softly to her as he steadied his grip on her hips.

“It is,” Padma sighed dreamily, turning perfectly in time with Harry’s movements. She seemed to know exactly what he was about to do before he did, and she never missed a step. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve sworn that she spied on his private dancing practises to learn his movements.

“I’m glad,” he told her. “I was so worried I’d muck the whole thing up.”

“There’s still time,” she teased him lightly.

Harry leaned in closer to Padma, feeling her against his chest. It was so sweet and divine to have her with him like this.

But that peace wouldn’t last forever.

There was a disruption further down the hall from them. Heads turned and people shifted to get a better look at whatever had occurred, and as much as Harry wished he could simply dance with Padma in peace, he felt compelled to learn what was happening in case it was something that could hurt the woman he cared for so much.

Through a small gap in the crowd, he saw a familiar face turning away from his former best friend: Ron Weasley.

“Honestly,” Parvati bit back a sob as she pushed through the crowd. She was crossing through the middle of the dance floor, desperate to get away from the man who she’d chosen as a date for the evening. Her bright pink dress robes made her stand out clearly as she carved a path through the dancing couples.

Ron looked completely bewildered at Parvati’s actions, but that wasn’t entirely unexpected; Ron had never been particularly skilled at reading womens’ emotions.

Padma noticed her twin sister pushing through the crowd a moment after Harry did, and the romantic mood between them suddenly broke. Her concern for her twin overrode anything else, and Harry could respect that.

They slowed to a crawl on the dance floor, and Padma grimaced at him. “Can I—?”

“Let’s go together,” he told her. He didn’t want her to have to face this alone. Even though they’d only been together for a couple of months now, Harry felt more connected to Padma than anyone else he ever had before in his life. He wanted to be with her for the long haul, and that meant that he had to be there for her family too.

They crossed the dance floor, hand in hand, to where Parvati had exited. They found her sitting down at a vacant table covered with half-eaten food and empty cups. Her fists were bunched up in her skirts, and it was clear that she was trying to hold back any tears from spilling out of her damp eyes.

“Oh, Parvati,” Padma said softly as she rushed to her sister’s side. Harry followed a few steps behind, giving Padma a chance to wrap Parvati up in a hug before he arrived next to them.

“—nd he’s just so stupid,” Parvati mumbled into her sister’s ear. Her eyes glanced up at Harry as he neared.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. Even if he wasn’t particularly close with Ron anymore, he still felt responsible for his actions for some strange reason.

“It’s not your fault,” Padma reassured Harry.

“He wouldn’t even dance with me,” Parvati continued, looking completely distraught.

“Forget about him,” Padma told her sister. “He’s not worth spilling tears over. There’s still plenty of time left for you to find someone better to dance with.”

“After the scene I just made?” Parvati sniffled, wiping away the unshed tears from her eyes. “No one in their right mind would want to dance with me.”

“I would,” Harry suddenly said. Both sisters immediately turned to look at him, one with surprise and the other with love.

“Really?” Parvati asked in disbelief.

“Really,” Harry said as he held out his hand for her. He glanced at Padma to make sure he wasn’t doing anything that would upset her, but she just had the most brilliant smile on her lips as she watched Parvati take Harry’s hand.

“I’ll wait over here,” Padma told her sister. “Go and have fun!”

A sudden transformation crossed Parvati’s face. Resolve replaced sorrow, and her frown turned into a smile as she nodded at her sister and let Harry lift her to her feet.

“Come on,” Harry said as he guided her over towards the dance floor. “You deserve to have some fun tonight.”

Another mid-tempo song came on, but it was still quite intimate. Couples clung closely to each other as they moved on the dance floor, and Harry guided Parvati right into the middle of it before he placed his hands on her waist and started to move in time with the music.

Harry twirled Parvati around on the dance floor. It was impossible to mistake her for Padma, but he still felt an incredible amount of awe as he clung to her. Parvati was far more outgoing and expressive than her sister was, and she basked in the enjoyment of dancing with Harry in the middle of the Great Hall. It felt like everyone’s eyes were on them, and these were the types of moments that Parvati thrived for.

With an unexpected ease, Parvati flipped her braid over her other shoulder while bending backwards as Harry dipped her low to the ground. Her movements were so perfectly fluid that Harry wouldn’t have been surprised if he were to learn that she was secretly a professional dancer. She responded to his every move perfectly, and it was simply a delight to behold. Most importantly though was the bright smile on her lips, which Harry hadn’t seen on her the entire time she’d been with Ron.

The song passed by far too quickly, and Harry was left standing with Parvati still in his arms. They were both panting lightly from the effort they exerted, and a feeling passed between them as they both recognised each other for the marvellous dancers that they were.

Padma was waiting for them on the sidelines as they returned there. She’d caught every moment of their dance, and there wasn’t a shred of jealousy in her eyes as they returned to her.

“You looked so beautiful,” Padma gushed to her sister.

Parvati smiled and took her sister's hands in her own as they began to compliment each other over everything and anything. Harry quickly found his mind drifting as the two sisters shared their words of encouragement with each other.

A few students had begun to leave the ball now that it was past the halfway point, but the hall was still packed full of people. All of the professors were keeping a diligent eye on everyone to ensure that a certain degree of propriety remained, but they were outnumbered by the students who were getting more handsy with each other as the night dragged on. It didn’t help that several couples conspicuously slipped out of the hall, undoubtedly in order to find a broom cupboard to spend some private time together.

Harry watched it all take place with a curious gaze until his eyes landed on Ron. His redhair was unmistakable in the crowd. He was talking to Hermione, who was in a beautiful blue dress, but the conversation appeared to be more heated than Harry would have expected.

It only lasted for a few seconds before Hermione turned and ran away with tears streaming down her cheeks, and Ron stormed off with a furious expression that made people leave his path.

As bad as felt for Hermione, she’d made her choice to support Ron over him. The moment he’d needed her most, she’d chosen Ron over him. While he still felt sympathetic to her, he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his evening trying to console her while he still had his date to attend to.

Thankfully, Viktor, her date, was over in a flash and began to comfort her. Assured that she was being taken care of, Harry turned back to Padma and Parvati.

“The ball is going to start winding down soon,” Padma said. “Maybe we should head out too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance again?” Harry asked her. He didn’t want to accidentally cause any issues by having his last dance be with Parvati instead of her.

“I’m sure,” Padma smiled at him. “But I don’t want the night to be over quite yet. There’s someplace I want to show you first.”

His curiosity was piqued, and the two sisters had conspiratorial smiles on their lips that only made him more interested in what was going on. Before he could ask anything more though, they each grabbed one of his arms and started leading him out of the Great Hall.

A handful of students were hidden away in alcoves and snogging where the professors couldn’t see them while others were heading back to their common rooms for the evening. The gentle music from the Great Hall wafted out into the corridors, giving it almost an ethereal quality as it reverberated around.

“Where exactly are we going?” Harry asked when they reached the Grand Staircase.

Parvati giggled, but Padma just waved his question off.

“You’ll see when we get there,” she told him coyly.

They climbed the staircase, going higher and higher within the castle. At first, Harry thought that they’d take the route that led off towards the Ravenclaw Common Room, but the twins led him right past it as they continued up to the seventh floor. Strangely enough, they didn’t go towards the Gryffindor Common either. Instead, they took him down an unfamiliar corridor until they stopped at a blank stretch of wall.

Padma released his arm then and started pacing back and forth. Harry was about to ask her if she was alright when a door suddenly materialised within the wall.

“What the hell?” Harry murmured as Padma opened the door.

“Welcome to the Room of Requirement,” Padma announced as she stepped through the threshold into a massive bedroom. “It’s a room that becomes whatever you want it to be.”

Harry’s eyes widened when he heard that. They were taking him to a private bedroom just for the three of them? He and Padma had kissed and touched each other, but they’d never actually had sex yet. Was that her plan for tonight?

Parvati guided him into the room. It was quite pretty. Windows lined the walls, showing an impossible view of the dark grounds all around the castle. A large bed sat along the far wall from the door, enshrouded by semi-translucent, flowing curtains. There was a wash basin and tub in the corner of the room, which were close to a pair of matching sofas with a small coffee table in between them. Candles floated near the ceiling, providing a gentle glow to the room.

Suddenly, Harry’s vision was obscured as a cloth fell over his eyes.

“What—?” He began to say.

“Just wait,” Padma told him softly. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Parvati released his arm and closed the door behind him. He heard her and Padma moving through the room, but his vision was completely obscured by the cloth, so he couldn’t make out exactly what they were doing. It only lasted a minute or so before he felt something tug at the cloth. In a flash, it was whisked away.

Harry was speechless as Padma and Parvati appeared before him completely naked. Their dresses and underwear were folded up neatly on one of the sofas. Parvati was the bolder of the two, standing with her chest out, showing off her perky breasts and cute brown nipples, while Padma was a bit more reserved. She stood with one arm around her waist, her hand holding her other arm at her side. She wasn’t quite as posed as Parvati looked, but she was no less beautiful.

“The surprise is us,” Padma murmured shyly.

They were both so beautiful, but Harry naturally found his gaze drifting more towards Padma. She was simply gorgeous, and she was all his.

He swept up to her before he realised he was even moving and embraced her with a love-filled kiss. She moulded her body against his, and Harry groaned as her knee brushed his crotch. He was quickly hardening in his trousers, and it was only hastened as his hands slid down her back to cup her perfect arse.

A sudden breeze alerted Harry to the fact that all of his clothes vanished off of his body too. Parvati was grinning as she put her wand back with her dress robes and gave a little whistle as she looked Harry up and down.

“If I’d known you were this handsome, I would’ve tried to snag you for myself,” she joked lightly.

Padma’s arms tightened around Harry’s back. “Too bad, so sad,” she replied playfully. “Harry’s mine, but you can borrow him for the night if he agrees.”

She said that last part as she looked up into Harry’s eyes for confirmation.

“Was this your idea?” Harry murmured quietly to her.

Padma nodded her head. “When I saw you two dancing, I was imagining what I had planned for you tonight, and my mind just went from there. If it was anyone else, I know I’d be terribly jealous, but it’s different with Parvati. I’d love to watch the two of you together… after you’re done with me first, of course.”

“I’ll never be done with you,” Harry kissed her.

“You know what I mean,” Padma replied with a small smile.

Harry glanced over at Parvati again. She’d gotten situated on one of the sofas facing the bed. She smiled at him as their eyes met.

“Alright,” Harry told Padma. “She can join in, but only after I’ve had you first. I want our first time to just be us two.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Padma kissed him.

Padma pulled Harry back to the bed in between kisses, keeping their bodies pressed tightly together. When they got there, Harry lifted her up by her arse and set her down on her back before crawling on top of her.

“I want you in me right now,” Padma told him. “We’ve both waited far too long for this.”

Parvati gulped nervously as Harry lined his cock up with Padma’s wet entrance. “Is he even going to fit?”

Padma giggled. “We’ll make it work, won’t we, Harry?”

Merlin, he loved the way she said his name. It made his heart pound in his chest and filled him with a rush of euphoria.

“We will, my love,” Harry said as he pushed forward slightly. The tip of his cock spread open her lower lips, and Harry groaned from the sudden warmth that surrounded him. Padma groaned too. Her fingers clawed at his back as he pushed a little deeper inside.

There was a barrier blocking any further passage, and Harry stopped right there to give Padma a moment to adjust.

But it was quickly made apparent that Padma didn’t want him to wait.

“Go on, Harry,” she murmured. “Take my virginity.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Yes,” she nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Both of them stared down at where their bodies met as Harry pushed forward. Padma let out a quiet hiss at the pain of having her hymen broken, and Harry quickly stilled inside of her again. Her walls kept contracting around his cock in time with her breathing as she recovered from the pain.

“Okay,” Padma said after several seconds before letting out a shuddering breath. “That stung, but I’m ready for more now.”

Harry leaned down and kissed her sweetly before he dared move again. He wanted her to know just how much this meant to him too.

Padma eagerly returned the kiss, and it deepened as Harry continued to press forward into her tight pussy. He went slowly, which was torturous when she felt so damned good around him, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He pushed forward until his hips met her thighs and he couldn’t go any deeper.

Harry stayed locked in that embrace with Padma. The feeling of being fully inside of her pussy was something indescribable. Not only was it incredibly physically pleasurable, the emotional weight of it too was intense. This was the woman who’d helped lift him up after his friends abandoned him when he was going into a tournament that could cost him his life. She’d been with him every step of the way so far, helping him to prepare for the tasks, cheering him on as he faced them, and being there afterwards to keep supporting him.

She was beyond brilliant; she was the love of his life.

“I need to find a man who’ll kiss me like that,” Parvati said dreamily from the sidelines.

Padma giggled, and the kiss between her and Harry came to an end. They looked over and saw her watching them from the sofa. She was sat up with her legs stretched wide and her fingers lazily circling her clit.

“Maybe I’ll let him when he fucks you later,” Padma giggled again before she turned back to Harry. “Would you like that?”

“Honestly, all I care about right now is you,” he said as he placed another soft kiss on her lips.

“Good answer,” Padma smiled at him. “But I’m going to be sore when we’re done, and Parvati needs some loving too.”

“Or a hard shag. You know, whichever,” Parvati joked.

Harry’s cock started to throb inside of Padma, and she tightened up around him in response. It felt torturous waiting any longer, so he gently rocked against her to gauge her reaction.

“Ahh,” came the sweetest moan he’d ever heard from Padma’s lips. Her cheeks pinked in embarrassment when she saw him staring at her. “It felt good,” she said, excusing her moan.

“I wasn’t judging you,” Harry chuckled quietly. “In fact, I loved hearing you moan.”

Padma bit her lower lip. “If you like it so much, maybe you should try to make me do it again.”

That was the only sign he needed to start making love to her. He still started off slowly, working his hips back slowly as he teased his cock almost all the way out of her before thrusting forward again. Even this slow, sensual movement felt better than he could possibly have imagined.

However, nothing could compare to the pleasure he had when Padma rolled her hips with his thrust. Feeling her moving back against him reminded him of when they’d been dancing less than an hour ago. The sheer intimacy of two partners moving in time with each other couldn’t be beat by anything else, and Padma perfectly complimented his every movement.

Harry lost himself as he kissed her deeply, continuing to thrust into her pussy. As they became more comfortable with each other, they started moving faster and faster. One of Harry’s hands came up and grabbed Padma’s jiggling breasts while she wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him close. Pulling Harry closer to her shifted the angle, allowing him to get even deeper than before.

“Fuck,” Padma moaned when he hit a particular spot inside of her. “Do that again.”

He tried and failed once, but he hit on the next thrust. Padma’s back arched off of the bed, pushing her breasts into his chest, and she let out another sweet moan.

“Ungh,” Padma groaned.

“You’re making her toes curl,” Parvati announced with a dreamy sigh. The wet sounds of her fingers diving into her pussy were coming faster now.

Harry did his best to mimic the exact power, angle, and thrust into her. Each time he succeeded, he was rewarded with yet another moan that sent warm tingles throughout his entire body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry panted in Padma’s ear.

She grabbed the back of his head forcefully and pulled his lips to hers. It was hard to kiss and fuck at the same time now that they’d started moving at a decent pace, but Harry managed to keep his lips locked with Padma’s without breaking his rhythm.

When the kiss finally ended, both of them were panting hard and gasping for air, but neither of them were willing to take a break from rocking their bodies together. Harry’s cock kept plunging in and out of Padma’s pussy at a strong pace, and she was pushing her hips against him perfectly in time with his movements.

Harry knew that he wasn’t going to last long, but what surprised him was how quickly Padma seemed to be reaching the edge too. He knew it was harder for women to finish than it was for men, but her walls were squeezing him in an unpredictable pattern. The contractions were coming faster, and it was getting harder to hang on.

“I love you, Harry!” Padma cried when she hit her peak. Her entire body seized up, and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock.

Harry let out a wonderful groan as he came inside of Padma. His hips slammed forward, filling her up with his length, and unleashed every drop of cum he had to offer her as she helped to squeeze it out of him. The experience was so intense that black dots danced in his vision.

He collapsed on top of her a moment later, exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time. His core muscles felt a little sore but in the good sort of way that came after a Quidditch match. Luckily though, all of the extra training he’d been doing for the Triwizard Tournament had put him in a top physical condition, so it only took him a few moments to regain his breathing. He braced himself on his elbows to take his weight off of Padma and smiled down at her as she fought to catch her breath.

“I love you too,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her.

Padma was so tired that she just let Harry take control. His tongue danced with hers in her mouth for a moment before he pulled away and gave her a nice kiss on the cheek.

Slowly, Harry pulled out of Padma. The second his cock left her pussy, thick globs of cum dripped out of her and down the curve of her arse.

“That was wonderful,” Padma gushed as she sat up. She cringed a bit as she got onto her knees and placed her hand over her pelvis.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked with concern.

“Just a bit sore,” she grimaced.

“I’ve got it!” Parvati announced as she waved her wand at Padma. The relief was instantly visible on Padma’s face as her pain was taken away.

“Thanks,” Padma smiled at her. “And now I think it’s time for Harry to take care of you, if he’s still up for it that is.”

Harry’s cock hadn’t abated in the slightest; he was still perfectly hard and ready to go. “If you’re still fine with it, then so am I.”

“Yes,” Parvati hissed as she jumped to her feet. “I’ve been so ready for this. Watching the two of you go at it was so hot.”

Parvati rushed over to the bed and leapt right onto it, sticking out her arse towards Harry.

“Go on and give it to her,” Padma said giddily as she wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist. Her breast squished against his chest as she leaned in close to him. “I want to hear her screaming your name by the end of the night.”

Parvati whimpered as Harry pressed his cock to her sopping wet lips, but he didn’t push it inside of her quite yet.

“Please,” Parvati said as she pushed her arse back towards Harry.

He didn’t even have to move as Parvati sank down on his cock. Both him and Padma watched as Parvati’s pussy slowly took him in. Unlike Padma, Parvati wasn’t a virgin, so there was no hymen to worry about this time.

Parvati barely made it halfway down his cock before her breathing became heavier. Her pussy lips were stretched out so lewdly around his cock, and Padma was the only other person who could sympathise with just how big Harry’s girth felt inside of them.

“Fuck. You’re so big,” Parvati panted.

Harry let his hands rest against Parvati’s arse. “Do you want me to push in the rest of the way?”

“Yes,” Parvati moaned.

Tightening his grip on her, Harry pushed forward with his hips, filling her up in a nice thrust.

“Look at that,” Padma murmured. As Harry pulled his hips back, Parvati’s pussy clung to his shaft, trying to suck him back in.

“You can go faster,” Parvati told Harry. “I’ve done this before.”

“But never with a cock as big as his,” Padma pointed out.

“No,” Parvati agreed, “but I can handle—IT!”

She screamed out in pleasure as Harry slammed his hips forward, making her arse jiggle as he came into contact with it. His cock filled her up in an instant but didn’t linger long there. Harry was already pulling his hips back just as Parvati was sucking in a deep breath to recover from the powerful thrust, and then he knocked all of the air out of her lungs when he slammed into her again.

“Yes,” Padma hissed as Parvati moaned. “Just like that.”

While fucking Padma had been sweet and gentle, fucking Parvati was all rough and fast. Harry’s body was all worked up from making love with Padma that it was ready to let off more steam with Parvati, and both women seemed to be loving the contrast.

It honestly surprised Harry a bit to see how much Padma was into this, but he could see the appeal. As much as she enjoyed staying out of the limelight, she loved watching him perform. Whether it was the years she spent watching him play Quidditch or more recently with the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, she loved seeing him at his best.

“So fucking good,” Parvati moaned as Harry continued to fuck her. His hips were like pistons, delivering powerful thrusts nearly every second. Parvati’s body took the force from his thrusts and bounced back and forth on the bed, making her breasts swing beautifully and her plait dance over her shoulders. Her arse had a continuous ripple to it as he pounded her, leaving a tantalising sight for both Harry and Padma.

“Isn’t he though,” Padma cooed, clinging to Harry tighter. She slipped his arm in between her breasts and squeezed them tight around him as Parvati’s pussy clenched down on him hard.

“Yes,” Parvati cried out. “Oh, fuck!”

Her walls spasmed around him, and Harry was struck by the difference between Parvati and Padma’s pussies. Padma felt silky smooth and wonderfully tight—Harry couldn’t imagine feeling anything better than her in his life—but Parvati hit these startling high notes that made him just want to ram inside of her and spill his seed.

Padma’s hands roamed Harry’s body as he kept on fucking Parvati. They lingered around his muscles and his hips, feeling the power within him.

“Go on,” she whispered in his ear. “Make her cum.”

Harry’s heart pounded as his body worked as hard as it could to fuck Parvati just the way she and Padma wanted. He could feel Parvati’s body responding positively to his motions, and she started thrusting her arse back to meet him as he thrust into her.

“Fuck,” Parvati moaned, letting her head hang low as she panted. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, Harry!”

Parvati’s pussy squeezed him so tightly as her orgasm erupted. She squealed so loudly and fell face first down onto the bed sheets as her entire body began to tremble from the pleasure that she was experiencing.

It was the second time that Harry had made a woman cum tonight, and it brought with it an immense sensation of satisfaction and delight. He loved watching Parvati cumming on his cock like this, and from the sounds that she was making, so did Padma.

“That’s it,” Padma cooed as she stared down at Parvati’s spasming body. “He’s the fucking best, isn’t he?”

As much as his body desired to, Harry didn’t want to cum inside of Parvati. That was reserved for one woman only: Padma.

Harry pulled out of her the moment he sensed her orgasm starting to end and grabbed his cock and started stroking it. A few seconds later, he was firing his thick ropes of cum all over Parvati’s back. Padma’s hand joined his, and she helped stroke his cock to completion.

Parvati collapsed down onto the bed, looking thoroughly fucked. She was gasping for air and struggling to regain her composure.

“That… was…” she managed to get out in between breaths.

“Fucking incredible,” Padma breathed out as she shook her head. She looked Harry in the eyes with so much lust that he thought she was about to jump on his cock right then. “You were magnificent.”

“Only because I had you by my side,” he replied with a smile.

Padma kissed him, and they fell back in bed together.

As Padma snuggled up her body against his, Harry knew that she was truly the best thing that had ever happened to him.