Making Things Right

AN: Sorry this is so late. Of course, after I got back from traveling, I got sick. Just the way things go sometimes, right? I'm hoping to get back on my regular schedule by next weekend. 

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Parvati- Aishwarya Lakshmi 

Waiting at the bottom of the stairs, Harry could admit that he was at least a little bit anxious. Though, it’s not nearly as bad as it was at the Yule Ball. Two years later and here was getting ready for another party with the same girl, albeit a much more private one.

He didn’t have to wait too long for his date to come gliding down the stairs. Parvati looked stunning, not that she had looked anything less than that the last time they were going to an event together. Even if I was too oblivious to notice the last time around. He’d promised himself not to make the same mistake again Yes, he knew that he had feelings for Ginny, but she was with somebody else. So, he wasn’t going to stop himself from having fun again because of it. And I’m definitely not going to let Parvati have anything less than a fantastic time.

Parvati’s long, dark hair was in an elegant braid with glittering bits of gold all throughout it. There was a set of golden bangles on her wrist. I’m pretty sure those are the same ones from fourth year. While Harry had been fixated on Cho the last time they went out together, he still recognized that Parvati was a beautiful girl. Two years later, and the fact was even more obvious.

Her robes were a vibrant red, trimmed in black, and hugged her obvious curves wonderfully. If he were to guess, her breasts were a perfect handful, not too big and not to small. And then there were hips, which curved in just the right way that made you want to rest your hand there. I should have done far more of that when she wanted to dance.

Giving him a small smile, she noticed his appreciative glance and didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it, “Well, shall we?”

Harry offered her his arm but not before he made sure to say, “You look gorgeous.” She slipped her slender arm into the crook of his elbow, and he walked them toward the portrait.

Parvati blushed slightly at the compliment, “Well, that’s already an improvement on the last time.”

“What can I say? I’ve grown up a bit. You deserved better then that, I know you did. And while I know it’s a little late, I’m going to do everything I can to make it up to you.” Honestly, he was surprised that she even agreed to go with him. Even if they had returned to being on friendly terms between their time together in the DA and then destroying Umbridge’s speakers, he still expected her to be reluctant to go out with him again.

“Really? Well, that sounds promising. I’d say it’ll be one of the most difficult things you’ve ever done, because you really bollocksed that up,” She teased him, “but then… I know at least some of the stories about you are true so…”

“I still think the most difficult thing I’ve ever done was open the Yule Ball.” He admitted, “I would’ve taken the dragon again over dancing in front of the entire school in a heartbeat back in fourth year.”

Parvati giggled lightly, “You know… had you actually told me that, I wouldn’t have been nearly so cross with you afterward.”

“I’ve never been the best about telling people what I’m feeling,”

“Oh, that doesn’t surprise me. Hermione’s lamented that failing of yours at least once or twice… though never nearly as often as Ron.”

“Emotional range of a teaspoon. Trust me, I know.”

“Even if this ends up being as disastrous as the Yule Ball, at the very least, I’ll appreciate the reprieve from him and Lavender.”

Harry chuckled at that, and couldn’t help but agree, “Well, considering I’m already doing better than last time, I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“We’ll see.” She said easily, pleased with their little banter. They reached the sixth-floor landing and quickly made their way to Slughorn’s office.

The music was mellow harp music that sat in the background, not loud enough to be intrusive in any of the conversations, but loud enough that you could listen or even dance if that’s what you wanted to do. There were at least two dozen students and former students there to rub elbows and grow the connections that Slughorn so deeply valued.

“Harry, there you are! You’ve finally made it! And with the lovely Miss Patil!” Speaking of the mustached man, he approached with a jolly, slightly inebriated smile on his face. He leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were avoiding me.”

“Never, sir.” Harry assured, even if it wasn’t entirely true, “There are just far too many things to worry about. And it wouldn’t be right to prioritize leisure over my other commitments.”

The explanation was sufficient for the professor, and even Parvati looked impressed with just how easily he managed to explain it away, “Of course, of course. Come with me won’t you.” Harry made sure to grab his date’s hand as he was dragged to the first of the Professor’s former Slug Club members.

Eldred Worple was small, stout, and bespectacled. He was standing next to a tall, emaciated man with dark shadows under his eyes that looked entirely bored with the party, “As I live and breathe, Harry Potter!” The man took his hand more enthusiastically than was strictly necessary. While Harry didn’t enjoy it, he’d gotten used to such things since coming to the wizarding world.

“Absolutely delighted to meet you, young man. I was just saying to the professor the other day… where is the Harry Potter biography that we’ve all been waiting for? I would love to do it myself. It wouldn’t take much… only a few four or five hour interview sessions…”

Parvati cut in at that moment, “He seems a bit young to be writing his biography, don’t you think, Mr. Worple?”

“Whatever do you mean?” He looked at her agog, “Young or not, he’s lived an exceptional life.”

“And I would wager he has every intention of living a much longer and equally exceptional life. So, writing a biography now seems… premature.” Harry was touched by just how firmly she seemed to believe what she said. He caught her eye as she gave his hand a squeeze.

“Given the public interest, though, it would be an incredible opportunity wasted!” Both Harry and Parvati couldn’t help but notice the way that the author’s gaunt companion was looking at a group of young women nearby hungrily.

“Sorry, but I’m not interested.” Harry said as politely as he could manage, “But if I ever consider it in the future, I’ll be sure to keep you in mind.” If I ever let anyone write one for me, it’ll probably be Luna. At least she wouldn’t overembellish the truth.

That wasn’t the answer Worple was looking for. No doubt, he didn’t like Harry’s chances of survival given the return of Lord Voldemort and he wanted to take advantage while he was still alive. Still, the man hid his disappointment behind a forced smile, “That’s all I can ask.” His attention wasn’t entirely on Harry though as he grabbed a pasty from a passing tray and pushed it toward his companion, “Here Sanguini, eat this.”

Taking his distraction as the opportunity it was, Harry pulled his date away from the over-eager author, only to run into frazzled Hermione, “Oh hello, Harry… Parvati.” She looked them both up and down, “You both look wonderful.”

“Hi, Hermione.” Harry raised one questioning eyebrow. As he grabbed each of them a glass of spiced mead. He took a quick sip and found it tasty.

Parvati smiled as he handed her one, but kept her attention on Hermione. She clearly had a better idea of what was going on than him, “Not having the best time with Cormac, I take it?”

Nodding her head firmly, Hermione looked around like she was being chased, “He’s a bit… zealous.”

“You’re not the first girl to think so from everything I’ve heard.” Parvati looked sympathetic, “I would’ve warned you… but you seemed pretty dead set on really irritating, Ron.”

“What? You knew?” Hermione seemed surprised.

“I might not be a smart as you, Hermione, but I know people pretty well.” Parvati pointed out, “And you’ve never confided in me in six years together. So, of course you were doing it for a reason.” He forced himself not to laugh at the dumbfounded look on Hermione’s face.

“You know you could just leave, right?” Harry cut in, figuring that would be the simplest solution to her problem.

“That would be rude. I wouldn’t want to do that to Professor Slughorn… at least not yet.” Hermione argued, her eyes widened as she saw someone approaching over his shoulder and hurried away, “I’ll talk to you later.”

Cormac came up to them a few seconds later, looking around for his date, “You haven’t seen Hermione, have you?”

“Nope.” They said in unison before Harry continued, “Did you try the loo?”

“Not a bad idea, Potter.” The pompous prick agreed, slapping him on the shoulder hard. Fortunately, he hurried off toward the door.

“Well, that should keep him busy for a little while at least.” Harry chuckled, before he turned toward Parvati with a question on his mind, “You’re not upset that Hermione is trying to make your best friend’s boyfriend jealous?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she explained, “Teenagers do barmy things when they like each other. Merlin knows I’ve had my fair share. And besides, Ron and Lavender are having a bit of an exhibitionist, whirlwind romance. I mean, they have next to nothing in common from what Lav says. That sort of thing can only last for so long.”

Impressed with her insight, he gave her hand a soft squeeze as they meandered through the crowd. They ended up talking to Gwenog Jones of all people, the famed Harpies beater was quite intense, but otherwise nice and vehement about one thing in particular, “You really should give it some consideration, Potter. Now don’t get me wrong, being an Auror is a worthy cause, but you’ve got the talent to fly at the professional level if it’s what you really love to do.”

“I may be a bit biased, being a Gryffindor and all,” Parvati started, “But you really are the best flier in the school. Seems like it’d be a good idea to keep your options open.”

“I’ll give it some thought.” Harry told her honestly. He wasn’t dead set on being an Auror after all, it was just something he thought he might be good at… and had some prerequisite experience in.

“And what about you?” Gwenog turned to ask Parvati.

“Oh,” she wasn’t expecting the conversation to turn to her so suddenly, “I… I like fashion design.” She said it softly, almost embarrassed.

“I didn’t know that.” Harry said, intrigued. But then, outside of Ron and Hermione, how much do I know about any of my housemates or year-mates?

“Well, you look it.” Gwenog said, admiring the younger woman’s robes, “Very fashionable. Did you make them yourself?”

Parvati shook her head, a faint blush barely apparent on her caramel-colored cheeks, “No, but I made all the alterations and additions.”

“The wizarding world could use it.” Gwenog said with a derisive snort, “At least here in Britain, they’re still dressing like it’s the Victorian Era.”

“It’s ridiculous.” Parvati agreed.

“Have you thought about maybe doing something to show off your skills?” Harry interjected, trying to be helpful, “Obviously we have to stick to the uniform but there’s nothing in the school rules that says we couldn’t wear newly designed quidditch robes.  You could always design a new one. I’m sure the rest of the Gryffindors would be happy to wear them.”

Parvati blinked at him owlishly, before beaming at him, “That would be… amazing. I would love to do something like that.”

“And who knows,” Gwenog added with a smile of her own, “I might just come to scout one of those games and if they’re any good… the Harpies could always use some new uniforms.”

Parvati opened and closed her mouth in utter shock, before managiing to get out shakily, “O… okay.” Their conversation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Filch who was dragging along a disgruntled Draco Malfoy.

The music came to a halt as Slughorn approached them, “What’s this then?”

Filch pushed the tired looking Slytherin in front of him, “Caught this one skulking about in the corridor.”

“I was gate crashing.” Draco admitted easily as every bit of the attention in the room was on him.

Wanting to end the spectacle as quickly as possible, Slughorn just chuckled merrily, “Oh it’s alright, you’re more than welcome to stay.”

But Snape cut in at that moment, voice silky smooth, “If you would allow, Horace, I want a word with Mr. Malfoy.”

“Of course, Severus, of course,” The Defense Professor, pushed Draco out of the room as Horace gestured for the music to start up again. There was a part of him that wanted to follow, to make some poor excuse and find out what the two of them had to say to each other. But, what difference would it make? I already know that Draco’s up to something and nothing will make me trust Snape.

The resigned look on Parvati’s face was enough to make his decision for him in the end. Reaching for her hand, he did his best to reassure her as he offered Gwenog a smile, “If you’ll excuse us. I owe this lovely girl a dance.”

Parvati’s eyes widened as he pulled her toward the little dance floor that had been made in the professor’s office. Not many people were there, but he didn’t really care, “I know it’s about two years too late, but would you like to dance with me?”

“I’d love to.” She told him, voice tight and heart in her eyes, “I thought…”

“That’d I’d abandon you to go follow Snape and Malfoy,” Harry finished for her, not the least bit offended by her assumption, “You’re far better company” He gave her waist a squeeze as he started moving along with her to the music, “Far prettier too.”

“Merlin, you’re definitely doing better than last time.” They pressed their bodies close together, and loved the feel of her soft, curvy body against his own. It was hard not to notice her erect nipple pushing against his hard chest through the thin material of her robes. He was happy to know that he was having the same effect on her as she was having on him.

They danced to four more tunes before Parvati leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Well that’s three more than you gave me the last time, and none of them were nearly as clumsy.”

“We can keep dancing as long as you like.” He told her, “It doesn’t need to be only three more.”

“No… I think that’s plenty.” Parvati looked up at him through hooded eyes, “In fact, I think I’m ready to go.” There was part of him that was disappointed, but there he wasn’t dim enough to think that there wasn’t the potential for more, so he agreed without any trouble. They wouldn’t be the first ones to leave, so it wouldn’t be impolite.

Knowing that he needed to have at least some modicum of a good relationship with Slughorn, he made sure to approach the man before they made their exit, “Professor, it was a wonderful evening. Thank you for putting it on.”

“It was my pleasure, my absolute pleasure.” Slughorn said effusively as he took a long drink of his mead, “You two will have to come along to my next event as well. You make for quite the lovely couple… and Gwenog really was impressed with Miss Patil here.” Harry couldn’t help but think that he may be avoiding saying her first name because he wasn’t sure if she was Parvati or Padma.

“I’m glad to hear it, Professor.” His date said happily, but he could feel from the way she was pulling on his hand that she was ready to go. They made their goodbyes and hurried out of the office. As they walked down the sixth-floor corridor, Harry couldn’t help but say, “So, better than last time?”

Parvati gave a girlish giggle that he found surprisingly arousing, “Harry, it was night and day. Trust me. You certainly learned a thing or two since the Yule Ball.”

“Glad I could finally make it up to you. I was a right prat for ruining that night for you.” He’d been much too self-absorbed at that time to even consider what it meant to his date.

They passed an unused classroom on their right, and Parvati surprised him then by pulling him toward the room in a hurry and shutting the door behind them. She cast a Locking Charm in record time and then he found himself with his back pressed against the hard wood as she pressed her soft lips into his.

It was far better than the one he’d shared with Cho the year before, if for no other reason than there was no crying going on. His hands found their way to her hips, and he pulled her against him. Her breath caught low in her throat at the feel of him pressing against her, and it made her pull away.

Her voice was husky, needy, as her hand traced against his shoulder, “You know… I didn’t just agree to go to the Yule Ball with you because you were famous… or any of that sort of nonsense. Like half the other girls in this school I fancied you at least a little bit… I was so devastated when you made it clear that you had no interest.”

“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing he could think of saying, and it was true. I was an absolute idiot not paying attention to this gorgeous girl.

“I know… I can tell.” Parvati gave him a beatific smile, that made his already rapidly beating heart stutter, “But in the end, I think it’s all worked out for the best.” The playful glint in her eye was insanely hot, “Because I wouldn’t have had the courage to do this… back then.” With that, she dropped to her knees and hooked her fingers beneath the band of his trousers and pants. Pulling them down, his cock hung heavy between his legs.

“Bloody hell…” While he’d meant for tonight to go well, he wasn’t expecting it to take this turn. A bit of snogging wouldn’t have surprised him but not this. Rapidly swelling, his breath hitched as she stroked his cock to full hardness. She mewled low in her throat as she pressed his cock against the side of her cheek. His length could cover her entire face, and seeing it there made him pulse with need. A bit of precum escaped from the tip of his cock and landed in her elegantly braided hair, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit.

No, Parvati only giggled as she grabbed him with both hands and started stroking firmly. Her hands felt fantastic, far better than his own. The way she looked up at him, so beautiful and innocent even with his manhood in her hand was incredible. And then she went and kissed against his purple, bulbous dome, “It’s so big… can’t believe you manage to hide all this in your quidditch trousers.”

“I don’t make a habit of getting so fucking hard… in the middle of a game.”

Snickering up at him, she twisted her hands in a way that should have been illegal, “No, you might give Madam Hooch a heart attack if you flew around with this pressing against your thigh.”

He had a hard time believing this was her first time touching a cock, but if it was than she was a natural. Opening her pouty lips, she wrapped them around his knob. It was exquisite, “Fuck.” Hands fisted, he dug his nails into the palms of his hands in an attempt to endure the spine-tingling pleasure.

Parvati reveled in every noise she pulled from him. While she couldn’t take him particularly deep, no more than the first few inches, she lavished his dome with attention. Her tongue wriggled and flicked against the thick blue vein along the underside of his shaft as she kept beating her hands up and down along his meat. Every time she pulled back, she hollowed out her cheeks to make the pressure as forceful and pointed at possible.

His hand found the top of her head as he slowly guided her back and forth along his shaft, “That’s so fucking good, Parv.”

Pulling off of him, she gave one languid, sensual lick from the base of his cock, tickling his balls, all the way to the dripping slit. All the while she looked up at him with the most enchanting dark eyes, “That’s right, Harry. Tell me how much you love my pretty little mouth wrapped around your fat fucking cock.” With that she took him back into her mouth, and he gave a primal groan as his body teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

“Fuck… you’re perfect. You’re…. uh… going to make me cum.” Spit-soaked and glistening, little by little more of his cock disappeared into her mouth as she tried her best to take more of him. She ended up a little under halfway before she gagged and spluttered. But then she had the audacity to force herself down to that point again and hold herself there as she fisted and stroked the rest of his exposed length.

Both his hands found her head, and he held her there as his cock swelled against the entrance of her throat. He pulsed over and over, and he didn’t have a bit of concern for his partner as he shuddered through the most euphoric peak of his life. Thick globs of cum shot right into her gullet and filled her stomach.

He didn’t know how long he stood there with his member filling Parvati’s mouth, but he knew that he needed to pull away when he felt soft hands pushing against the his thighs. Oh shit! He certainly didn’t want to hurt the gorgeous Indian witch, so he pulled back quickly. There were thick strands of spittle mixed with cum that dropped down to her elegant dress as she coughed and sputtered a couple times. He had a hard time imagining anything sexier.

When she looked up at him, there were small tears in the corner of her eye but no anger. Just lust. Wasn’t expecting that. Giving him an absolutely filthy look that kept his flagging erection from softening any further, she smiled up at him, “Did you like that?”

“Every second.”

Smirking at a job well done, she gave his knob one last kiss before she stood, grazing the soft skin of her cleavage against his cock as she went. He knew that she was goading him into more, and he was loving every second of it.

She yelped in surprise as he picked her up around the waist and walked her to a nearby desk. They both groaned as his shaft pressed against her covered sex. He wanted nothing more than to be buried in the welcoming heat he could feel there. Once he had her splayed out on the desk, looking like a vision of beauty, he tore at her skirt to give himself easier access, “Harry!” She sounded half affronted, but incredibly aroused by the casual show of strength, “I worked hard on this dress.”

Leaning down, he licked from the hollow of her neck up to her ear, “I’ll repair it… or buy you a dozen more… or whatever else you like. I promise.” Pulling back, he reached for the top of her dress and pulled it down. Her perky tits spilled out, no bigger than a handful. Her nipples and areola were coco brown against her caramel skin, and no bigger than a chocolate morsel.

“Seems like quite the thing to do…” If she was going to say more, it left her as he cupped her breast and toyed with her stiff nipple.

“It’s what any good boyfriend would do for their girlfriend.” He told her with a roguish smile, and he watched as she absolutely lit up at that.

“Yeah?” She brought her foot up and pressed her toe into his chest.

Reaching beneath her now tattered skirts, he pealed away the lacy fabric of her knickers. A strand of her arousal stuck and broke as he pushed them to the side. Lining his swollen, cockhead up with her entrance, he grabbed her foot and kissed her sole, “Oh bloody hell, yes. As long as you’re okay with that?” To make his point, he slipped just the tip into her hungry hole.

“Soooo… fucking… okay with it!” Parvati screamed as he pushed forward into her depths. It was pure pleasure. Her walls hugged against his veiny girth like a fitted glove. Just tight enough that he could keep going but so wonderfully clutching and wet.

Her toes curled in pain when he pushed against the back of her tunnel with another inch remaining outside of her sheath. I’ll have to be careful. She was dripping wet, and her caramel skin was a stark contrast to his pale white as he looked down at where they were joined. Her pussy was bare, and her lips were a dark brown while her slit was a vibrant rosy red. There was a grimace of effort on her face as he felt her flex around his cock, “Fuck… that’s a bit bigger… than my wand.”

Giving her a cocky grin, he kissed her foot again to get her attention, “You’ll get used to it, I’m sure.” With that he started doing what came naturally. Moving his hips back and forth, the room was filled with the lewd sounds of their rutting as their hips smacked together again and again.

Eyes wide with adulation, Parvati looked up at him like she’d never seen him before, “Bloody hell… Harry! Fuck! Sooooo good!” She wrapped her other leg around his hip but he decided that wouldn’t do. Grabbing it, he brought it up so it was just in front of his face and crossed it over the other and held them there with one hand. It did incredible things to where they were joined.

Parvati’s new position made her feel even tighter and she arched her back as she neared her peak. Harry was doing everything he could think of to get her off as he felt his own climax rapidly approaching. Reaching down to her slit, he flicked his hand across her sensitive clit, and that was when he found out that his new girlfriend was without a doubt a squirter.

“Oh… yes!” Her scream was guttural, and primal. Her pussy squeezed and clutched against his girthy shaft as he was covered in a squirt of her juices. He was shocked as it came up and splashed against the underside of his chin.

It was the most obscene, debauched thing he’d ever even heard of, much less experienced. And it was more than enough to push him over the edge. Parvati felt him pulse and she managed to tell him tiredly, “Cum all over me, Harry. I want you to cover my pretty dress… and my pretty face.”

Pulling himself free, her sex was reluctant to let him go. His first pulse covered her engorged lips and pussy mound. The next he aimed further up her body and splashed against the bottom of her chin. Again and again, he pulsed covering her caramel skin in pearly, thick white. When he was done, he’d made a mess of her pretty dress just like he said. Shaking the last of his orgasm off on her thigh, he watched as she gathered some of his seed and brought it to her lips.

The moan that left her lips was sinful, as she looked up at him with those dusky, gorgeous eyes, “Definitely better than last time.”

AN: Hope everyone enjoyed