Fic: As You Mean To Go On (Harry/Parvati)
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lightofdayeTitle:As You Mean To Go On
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Word Count: 638
Content: PWP, New Year's Kiss, cunnilingus
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Harry arrives on NYE just in time to get a kiss.
A/n:Originally planned as two drabbles but grew a bit! So this is only posted here! Thanks totorino10154 for help and encouragement. And yes the title has a meta-meaning. ;)
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Harry Potter arrived at the New Year’s Party very late.
“Hi, Harry,” said Parvati Patil cheerily, who he met inside the entrance to area George had roped off for his party, apparently at loose end momentarily. She was wearing a dark red dress, and while it wasn’t particularly adventurously, cut it was tight enough that her figure alone made it eye-catching. Half of her usually plaited hair was tied into a ponytail while the rest hung loosely past her shoulders.
Harry tried not to stare. Whoever had brought her to the party was a very lucky person, indeed.
“Hi. Uh, thanks.” He stumbled over the words as he accepted a drink from her.
She smiled and responded and they fell into small talk. Harry checked his watch.
“It’s getting near midnight,” he said, thinking that Parvati would politely excuse herself and head off to find her partner to kiss.
“So it is,” Parvati said. Her head tilted and a lopsided smile graced her lips.
“I... uh... don’t you want to...?” Harry stumbled over his words uncertainly as people started to count down. (”Ten”)
“Oh, I definitely want to,” Parvati said huskily. (”Eight”) Her dark eyes locked on Harry’s. His mouth was dry; unconsciously he licked his lips. (”Five”) Parvati’s hands were warm against his chest. (”Four”) One went to his shoulder and the other to the back of head as she pressed close to him.
Harry’s heart raced. (“ThreeTwoONE”)
Fireworks exploded outside, People cheered and Big Ben bonged merrily. Harry was deaf to all of it, caught up in deep kiss from Parvati.
-
Five minutes later, everyone else was done kissing and was singing Auld Lang Syne
and toasting each other but Harry still had the sweet taste of Parvati lingering in his mouth and her hand resting in his.
Fifteen minutes later, he had her pressed up against the wall of Weasley Wizard Wheezes’ back room. Parvati moaned into Harry’s mouth around his tongues it quested eagerly into hers. Parvati’s hands clutched at his back and arse, squeezing him tight to her and urging him onwards and his hands and mouth started to explore further downwards.
Half an hour after midnight, Harry Potter was on his knees between Parvati’s legs. The top of her dress and fallen open allowing her breasts to spill out. Their dark nipples were hard and they bounced slightly as her chest heaved with deep panting breaths.
Harry grinned and hoisted one leg a bit more securely onto his shoulder, her dress had been pushed up to Parvati’s waist and her knickers had been vanished entirely. Parvati gasped as he gave her slit a long and shallow lick, tasting her wetness on his tongue. Harry let out a pleased but slightly muffled sound
Parvati shivered slightly as Harry set to work lapping at her pussy, enjoying the reactions he got from her as his tongue delved deeper into her, thrusting like a miniature cock.
Harry moved up slightly starting to swirl his tongue over Parvati’s clit and replacing his tongue with a finger inside her pussy, gently curling it up. The response was an immediate pair of hands on his head, tangling up in his hair, one gripping desperately hard the other combing through it.
Parvati squirmed and writhed trying to grind against his face but Harry’s grip on her held her firm against the wall.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuu,” Parvati intoned as her writhing redoubling and then suddenly stilled.
Harry came to his feet and Parvati sagged against him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Fuck, Harry where did that come from?” She said.
“Well you know what they say about the new year,” Harry said his eyes glowing, “Start as you mean to go on.”
Parvati laughed.
“Please do,” she said. “Your place or mine?”
Harry beamed back.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Word Count: 638
Content: PWP, New Year's Kiss, cunnilingus
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Harry arrives on NYE just in time to get a kiss.
A/n:Originally planned as two drabbles but grew a bit! So this is only posted here! Thanks to
torino10154 for help and encouragement. And yes the title has a meta-meaning. ;)---
Harry Potter arrived at the New Year’s Party very late.
“Hi, Harry,” said Parvati Patil cheerily, who he met inside the entrance to area George had roped off for his party, apparently at loose end momentarily. She was wearing a dark red dress, and while it wasn’t particularly adventurously, cut it was tight enough that her figure alone made it eye-catching. Half of her usually plaited hair was tied into a ponytail while the rest hung loosely past her shoulders.
Harry tried not to stare. Whoever had brought her to the party was a very lucky person, indeed.
“Hi. Uh, thanks.” He stumbled over the words as he accepted a drink from her.
She smiled and responded and they fell into small talk. Harry checked his watch.
“It’s getting near midnight,” he said, thinking that Parvati would politely excuse herself and head off to find her partner to kiss.
“So it is,” Parvati said. Her head tilted and a lopsided smile graced her lips.
“I... uh... don’t you want to...?” Harry stumbled over his words uncertainly as people started to count down. (”Ten”)
“Oh, I definitely want to,” Parvati said huskily. (”Eight”) Her dark eyes locked on Harry’s. His mouth was dry; unconsciously he licked his lips. (”Five”) Parvati’s hands were warm against his chest. (”Four”) One went to his shoulder and the other to the back of head as she pressed close to him.
Harry’s heart raced. (“ThreeTwoONE”)
Fireworks exploded outside, People cheered and Big Ben bonged merrily. Harry was deaf to all of it, caught up in deep kiss from Parvati.
-
Five minutes later, everyone else was done kissing and was singing Auld Lang Syne
and toasting each other but Harry still had the sweet taste of Parvati lingering in his mouth and her hand resting in his.
Fifteen minutes later, he had her pressed up against the wall of Weasley Wizard Wheezes’ back room. Parvati moaned into Harry’s mouth around his tongues it quested eagerly into hers. Parvati’s hands clutched at his back and arse, squeezing him tight to her and urging him onwards and his hands and mouth started to explore further downwards.
Half an hour after midnight, Harry Potter was on his knees between Parvati’s legs. The top of her dress and fallen open allowing her breasts to spill out. Their dark nipples were hard and they bounced slightly as her chest heaved with deep panting breaths.
Harry grinned and hoisted one leg a bit more securely onto his shoulder, her dress had been pushed up to Parvati’s waist and her knickers had been vanished entirely. Parvati gasped as he gave her slit a long and shallow lick, tasting her wetness on his tongue. Harry let out a pleased but slightly muffled sound
Parvati shivered slightly as Harry set to work lapping at her pussy, enjoying the reactions he got from her as his tongue delved deeper into her, thrusting like a miniature cock.
Harry moved up slightly starting to swirl his tongue over Parvati’s clit and replacing his tongue with a finger inside her pussy, gently curling it up. The response was an immediate pair of hands on his head, tangling up in his hair, one gripping desperately hard the other combing through it.
Parvati squirmed and writhed trying to grind against his face but Harry’s grip on her held her firm against the wall.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuu,” Parvati intoned as her writhing redoubling and then suddenly stilled.
Harry came to his feet and Parvati sagged against him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Fuck, Harry where did that come from?” She said.
“Well you know what they say about the new year,” Harry said his eyes glowing, “Start as you mean to go on.”
Parvati laughed.
“Please do,” she said. “Your place or mine?”
Harry beamed back.
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