The seventh-floor corridor of Hogwarts was cloaked in shadow, the flickering torchlight casting long, wavering patterns across the ancient stone walls, the air heavy with the scent of old parchment and magic. Harry Potter led Lavender Brown through the deserted hallway, his emerald eyes glinting with purpose, his steps confident despite the late hour. Lavender's curiosity bubbled, her voice soft but eager as she glanced at him, her blonde curls bouncing with each step. "So, where are we going, Harry?"
"We're going to a special place," Harry replied, his voice low, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "It's going to help me recover and help you too."
"Oh?" Lavender asked, her brow furrowing in confusion, her brown eyes sparkling with intrigue.
They stopped before a blank stretch of wall, the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy opposite them swaying slightly, as if stirred by an unseen breeze. "You can't see it right now, but we're in front of the Room of Requirement," Harry explained, his tone calm but charged with anticipation. "All you need to do is imagine what you want and walk up and down the corridor three times. Once you're done, the door will appear, and the room will be what you imagined."
"Sounds awesome," Lavender said, her smile bright, her cheeks flushing pink. "But can I imagine anything?"
"You can," Harry said, his gaze locking onto hers, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "As long as it's not a threat to the wizarding world, the room will do everything for you."
Lavender's face turned a deeper shade of pink, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief, her breath catching as she processed the possibilities. "Ok then," she said, her voice trembling with anticipation. She closed her eyes, whispering her desire to herself, her footsteps echoing as she paced the corridor three times, her heart pounding. As she reached the end of her third pass, a heavy oak door materialized, its surface carved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with magic. Lavender let out a delighted shriek, rushing to Harry, grabbing his hand, and pulling him into the room before the door could vanish, her fierce smile radiating hunger.
The Room of Requirement had transformed into a sensual haven, its walls draped in crimson velvet, the air warm and scented with jasmine and sandalwood, a massive four-poster bed dominating the space, its silk sheets gleaming under the soft glow of floating candles. Lavender pushed Harry against the door, her hand finding his chest, her touch tentative at first, then bold as she felt his heart pound beneath her fingertips, his warmth seeping through his shirt. "I… I need you, Harry," she whispered, her voice raw, vulnerable.
Surprise flickered across Harry's face, quickly melting into desire, his eyes darkening as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. "Need me for what?"
"To make me feel safe," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, her fingers tightening on his shirt. "To… to make me forget."
Lavender's hands tore open Harry's shirt, revealing his muscular chest, the faint scars of past battles a map of his strength. "I didn't know how a real man could fuck until now," she said, her smile wicked, her eyes drinking him in. "Will you teach me, Harry?"
"Is this your first time?" Harry asked, his voice gentle but laced with hunger, his hands resting on her hips, grounding her.
"With a boy, yes," Lavender admitted, her cheeks flushing deeper. "Parvati and I… you must have noticed how close we are."
Harry's smile was knowing, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. Oh, I noticed, he thought, recalling the whispers about Lavender and Parvati's closeness. He pulled her onto his lap, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue teasing hers, his bulge grinding against her through their clothes, her skirt riding up, only their underwear separating them. Lavender moaned, the sound vibrating against his lips, her body trembling as Harry stirred her emotions, her pussy growing wet, aching for him.
Her legs were long, her ass firm, and Harry's hands roamed her body, eager to unveil her treasures. He unbuttoned her blouse, revealing two round, perfect breasts encased in a lacy black bra, her cleavage a tantalizing promise. "So, how do they stack up with Hermione's or Daphne's?" Lavender asked, her voice teasing, her eyes glinting with confidence. "Because I know you like them."
Harry's smile widened, his fingers unclipping her bra, her breasts spilling free, their weight heavy in his hands, her nipples hardening under his touch. "They're very nice," he said, his voice rough, his hands squeezing her flesh, drawing a gasp from her. "I'd like to fuck them."
Lavender clenched her thighs, her breath hitching, her pussy dripping at the thought. "You better get to work, Lav," Harry said, his tone commanding, his eyes burning with intent.
She dropped to her knees, her smile eager, her fingers undoing his belt, freeing his massive cock, its length and girth a wet dream made real, the head glistening with precum. Lavender scooped her breasts, resting them on his leg, engulfing his cock between them, the warmth of her flesh surrounding him, her movements slow, deliberate, the friction exquisite. Harry groaned, pushing his cock deeper, her breasts squeezing him, her lips kissing the tip as it emerged, her tongue flicking over it, teasing him.
"So, does this feel good to be between my breasts?" Lavender asked, her voice sultry, her eyes locked on his. "Because I know it feels good to have your big cock jammed between my breasts!"
"It feels really good," Harry said, his voice strained, his hips rocking, the warmth of her chest driving him wild. "Your tits feel really amazing."
Lavender wrapped her breasts tighter, her movements faster, her tongue licking his head each time it appeared, her eyes watering as he swelled, her moans loud. "Oh, Morgana, it's so good, it feels so good," she panted. "I can't wait to have your seed all over my face, and in my chest, and all in my hair. Cum for me, Harry, cum for me all night long!"
Her dirty talk pushed him closer, her breasts pumping his cock, the pleasure overwhelming. "Cum all over my titties! Soak them in your spunk. I want to feel your powerful magic jizz all over my nice, slutty tits!" she begged, her voice raw, her body trembling.
Harry couldn't resist, his cock swelling, his cum erupting, the thick, milky fluid shooting across her chest, her face, her hair, coating her in his essence, her moans loud as she licked his head, savoring his taste. Lavender scooped the cum into her hand, shoving her fingers into her mouth, drinking it like lifeblood, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.
She rose, bending over the bed, her skirt riding up, her panties a thin barrier. Harry shoved them down, revealing her glistening pussy, her ass perfect, inviting. "Maintain the position," he ordered, his voice firm, his dominance absolute.
Lavender obeyed, her body craving him, her pussy aching. Harry pushed a finger into her tight warmth, twisting it, drawing a hitched breath, her walls clenching. "Harry," she mewled, her voice desperate.
"Relax," Harry said, his tone soothing but commanding, his fingers stroking her clit, pinching it, making her his. He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue nibbling her lips, coaxing her open, his hands squeezing her plump ass, her moans loud as he ate her out, her body trembling, her pleasure spiking.
"Morgana's hairy cunt!" Lavender yelled, her body shaking, Harry's tongue deep, licking her insides, her pussy gushing, her orgasm building. He flipped her onto the bed, her legs spread, his fingers tracing her stomach, brushing her thighs, her gasps loud as he teased her.
"Do you want my cock?" Harry asked, his voice a growl, his cock brushing her stomach.
"Nice and hard," Lavender panted, her eyes pleading, her body ready for her first real cock.
Harry climbed over her, his cock lining up, her thighs spreading to accommodate him, her breath hitching as he pushed inside, his length stretching her, his balls slapping her wet pussy. "Soooo… amazing!" she moaned, her walls caressing him, gripping him, her body trembling as he moved faster, her orgasm building, the heat intense.
Her screams were music, her pussy tightening, her nails digging into his back, her first orgasm with a cock exploding through her, her moans raw, her body shaking. Harry slowed, then picked up a steadier pace, her warmth enveloping him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, her shrieks filling the air as he pounded her, her pussy gushing, her orgasms relentless.
"Fuck me, fuck me raw!" Lavender moaned, her voice desperate, her body his to command.
Harry thought of the ritual, his magic pulsing, his eyes locking onto hers. "Are you ready, Lavender Brown?" he asked, knowing her answer.
Shivering, Lavender nodded. "Y-Yes."
"Are you willing?"
"I… I'm willing."
"Are you eager?"
Lavender blushed, glancing at their joined bodies, her sopping cunt betraying her desire. "I'm eager…"
The ritual circle beneath the bed glowed, its runes flaring as Lavender signaled her readiness, willingness, and eagerness. Harry chuckled, thrusting deep, the circle coming alive with his power, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping, her back arching, a moaning cry escaping as her pussy clenched around him, her body shaking. He gripped her hips, fucking her harder, faster, his cock slamming into her, his magic pushing into her essence, binding her to him.
Lavender's final cry was lurid, pleasured, as Harry filled her with his seed, the creampie solidifying their bond, her magic now his, their connection complete. He was her Master, she his Servant, the ritual sealed in their shared climax, the room quiet except for their heavy breathing, the candles flickering, casting dancing shadows.
Harry looked at Lavender, her body sated, glowing, her eyes searching his with awe and devotion. "What was that?" she breathed, her voice soft, trembling.
"A little something I picked up," Harry said, smirking, tracing her swollen lip. "It's a Tantric Bonding. You're mine now, Lavender."
"And you're mine," she murmured, her hand gripping his hardening cock, her touch igniting him again.
They kissed, slow and deliberate, the bond pulsing between them, a warmth in their veins. They made love again, exploring every inch, Harry sensing her emotions, her desires, the connection deepening, their passion growing. As dawn crept through the windows, they collapsed, exhausted, Harry pulling the covers over them, contentment washing over him.
"Thank you," Lavender whispered, her eyes drifting closed. "For everything."
"You're welcome," Harry said, kissing her forehead. "But this is only the start."