Fic: Successful Dating (Harry/Parvati)
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lightofdayeTitle:Successful Dating
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown
Word Count: 1,500
Content: PWP, Vaginal Sex, humour
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: After a few dates, Harry gets the idea what Parvati's after.
A/n: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hphet's Mini-Fest 2023 Thanks to torino10154 for beta-reading this fic. It'd started this as an unrelated fic but only wrote most of it for this fest. Still that meant rather more words on set up/jokes and less on smut than if I'd written with a 1.5K limit in mind.
Read on LJ | DW or below:
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Harry was surprised but pleased when Parvati gave him a kiss on the cheek at the end of their first date. At the end of their second date, she gave him a kiss on both cheeks. On their third date, he kissed her. It wasn't much more that a peck of his lips on hers but it set Harry's cheeks on fire and Parvati's eyes smouldering.
"Was that okay?" Harry said.
Parvati gazed at him in what could be amusement as she pushed her door open.
"It was okay," Parvati said, "but maybe you should come in and try again."
Harry hovered just inside Parvati's flat while she closed the door, discarded her coat and turned to him.
"So, about trying again?" she said, stepping so close that her shapely chest was nearly touching Harry's.
He leant in and placed his lips on hers again. Their lips meshed and played over and with each other. Harry kissed her again: a series of quick kisses that teased her lips in turn.
Parvati made a contented sound and pushed even closer, her arms wrapping around Harry's neck as his ended up on her waist.
They stood together and kissed slowly but intensely.
Parvati's hands combed through Harry's hair and then, with a last kiss to his lips, she drew back slightly. Head swimming, Harry let go of her hips but before he could ask if he'd done something wrong, she was leading him over to her sofa and pushing him down onto it.
She lead this time, settling down next to Harry and then kissing him deeply. She leant in this time, pressing herself seamlessly against him, lying practically on top of him. Harry's arms went to her waist again but descended further to grip her arse instead.
Parvati moaned in appreciation.
Harry's eyes were jammed tight shut as Parvati kissed him, concentrating on nothing more than the feeling of her lips on his, her hot breath and the way her chest expanded and pressed her breasts against him.
He moaned but it was muffled as the opening of his mouth only let Parvati thrust her tongue deep into it, darting forward eagerly.
Figuring that he was letting her do all the work, Harry decided that he should show Parvati what he could do. With her weight almost all on him, it was easy to pick her up and flip their positions.
Parvati lay back on the sofa, her head resting on a cushion, her long black plait coiled underneath them. She looked up at Harry, surprised, but there was excitement there as well. Her hands reached up to grab Harry, pulling him down.
Harry kissed her again; being on top this time, his tongue was pushing into her mouth and playing with hers. His hands braced on the armrests while hers wandered over his chest.
Parvati gasped and squirmed and the fancy blouse that she'd worn to their date was slipping off her shoulders exposing her delightful cleavage to Harry's gaze.
Moving downwards, Harry placed soft kisses on Parvati's jawline and her neck. He could feel her breath whistling through her windpipe as he did so. He took a moment to enjoy himself, pressing his lips to the hollow of her throat and lingering there a moment.
Parvati smiled up at him.
"Savouring the moment?" she asked.
"It's one to remember," Harry replied with a wink.
"I should think so!" Parvati said and laughed.
The laughter moved her chest in such a way that it could no longer be denied. Harry gazed his fill of her breasts encased in scarlet lace.
Apparently tired of waiting, Parvati reached up and trailed her fingers through his hair again, pulling Harry down into her cleavage.
More that happy to oblige, Harry buried his face between her tits. Suffused by their warmth to either side his face, he let out a happy moan and started to kiss and lick Parvati's cleavage. She let out a breathless sound of pleasure and lifted off the sofa slightly, hugging Harry's head to her chest.
Harry's hands went in search of Parvati's bra clasp and he had just succeeded in undoing when the door to the flat burst open.
A tall figure topped by a mass of blonde hair backed into the room and started putting her coat on the rack by the door not looking into the flat.
"Sooo… how'd it go?" Lavender Brown said. "Still no action? I told you Potter was a cold fish."
Harry and Parvati jumped as if they had received electric shocks and separated, each suddenly sitting at far ends of the sofa.
Lavender turned around and jumped.
"Uh… Hi Lavender," Harry said lamely.
Lavender's eyes travelled over them, straying to Parvati who was hastily pulling her blouse closed, and grinned at them.
"Well, look at you two!" Lavender said, still grinning at them, though she had gone slightly pink so Harry thought at least some of her cheeriness was forced. "I take it all back."
"Take what back, Lav?" Parvati said moodily, not happy at all about being interrupted.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," Lavender said. "Well, it's late. I'll just… go to my room, shall I? Maybe put some music on or something."
And she bustled away, quickly.
"Well, maybe we should follow suit?" Parvati said.
"What, go to Lavender's room and listen to music?" Harry asked, densely.
"Go to my room, silly."
Harry got the impression that Parvati's room was lush and cosy, dominated by a big bed and the colour of royal purple but he didn't have much time to consider it. Parvati seemed intent on making up for lost time and immediately discarded her blouse entirely.
As her bra was still unclasped from before, it followed almost accidentally, leaving Parvati standing in front of him topless and Harry suffering from eye strain.
Parvati's bare breasts were full and round, capped with hard, dark nipples that rose and fell with her rapid excited breathing.
It had a hypnotic effect on Harry.
It took a moment or two for Harry to come around and react, clearing his dry throat.
"Umm... do you want me to…" he said, reaching for his shirt.
Parvati moved in and kissed him smoothly. Her lips played softly, seductively, over Harry's. Her hands covered his on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
Then she pushed him down onto her bed.
Before Harry quite realised what was happening Parvati was on top of him, kissing him deeply again. Her tongue was in his mouth and her breasts were pressed up against his chest.
Harry was in heaven. Parvati was showering kisses over his bare chest and licking and sucking his nipples.
"Isn't that supposed to be my move?" he asked wryly.
"If you don't like it…" Parvati replied looking up, her chin resting on his stomach.
"I didn't say that," Harry said quickly.
Parvati winked at him and returned to what she was doing. She reached Harry's waist and easily undid the belt and button of his trousers. She paused for a moment then, took a deep breath and pulled off the rest of Harry's clothes.
"Oooh, Merlin," Parvati said, beholding Harry's cock.
A smile played across Harry's face at Parvati's reaction to his dick: one hoped but one never knew. The fact she was stripping the rest of her clothes off quickly and efficiently was another good sign.
"I am going to ride you," Parvati said huskily. "If that's good with you."
Harry's eyes were wide again and he nodded quickly and repeatedly. The sight of Parvati crawling naked over the top of him rendered him quite speechless again.
He shuddered as her hand gripped him and he moved his own to support Parvati's weight as she placed him at her entrance.
Ever so slowly Parvati sank down on Harry's cock. His breath caught in his chest for a moment as inch after inch was enveloped in the tight, clenching heat of her pussy.
"Oh Merlin," Parvati said again, more to herself than Harry.
"You look amazing, Parvati," he said reverently.
"I do, don't I?" she said with a smile. "You don't know the half of it."
Placing her hands on his chest and shoulder, she lifted up and then slammed down on Harry's cock again, their simultaneous moans filling the air. She did it again and again: her riding picking up speed and force.
Harry was spell-struck; looking up at her as she rode him, wildly. Parvati practically glowed with enthusiasm, glistening with sweat.
Then it was over; he was coming deep inside her even as she quivered and shook and collapsed languorously on top of him. Harry held her close.
Lavender Brown did not meet anyone's eyes at the breakfast table the next morning. Not that they would have noticed if she'd been gawping. Harry and Parvati had only had eyes for each other.
Lavender wouldn't complain about it, except she hadn't got a wink of sleep last night either.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown
Word Count: 1,500
Content: PWP, Vaginal Sex, humour
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: After a few dates, Harry gets the idea what Parvati's after.
A/n: Written for
hphet's Mini-Fest 2023 Thanks to torino10154 for beta-reading this fic. It'd started this as an unrelated fic but only wrote most of it for this fest. Still that meant rather more words on set up/jokes and less on smut than if I'd written with a 1.5K limit in mind.Read on LJ | DW or below:
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Harry was surprised but pleased when Parvati gave him a kiss on the cheek at the end of their first date. At the end of their second date, she gave him a kiss on both cheeks. On their third date, he kissed her. It wasn't much more that a peck of his lips on hers but it set Harry's cheeks on fire and Parvati's eyes smouldering.
"Was that okay?" Harry said.
Parvati gazed at him in what could be amusement as she pushed her door open.
"It was okay," Parvati said, "but maybe you should come in and try again."
Harry hovered just inside Parvati's flat while she closed the door, discarded her coat and turned to him.
"So, about trying again?" she said, stepping so close that her shapely chest was nearly touching Harry's.
He leant in and placed his lips on hers again. Their lips meshed and played over and with each other. Harry kissed her again: a series of quick kisses that teased her lips in turn.
Parvati made a contented sound and pushed even closer, her arms wrapping around Harry's neck as his ended up on her waist.
They stood together and kissed slowly but intensely.
Parvati's hands combed through Harry's hair and then, with a last kiss to his lips, she drew back slightly. Head swimming, Harry let go of her hips but before he could ask if he'd done something wrong, she was leading him over to her sofa and pushing him down onto it.
She lead this time, settling down next to Harry and then kissing him deeply. She leant in this time, pressing herself seamlessly against him, lying practically on top of him. Harry's arms went to her waist again but descended further to grip her arse instead.
Parvati moaned in appreciation.
Harry's eyes were jammed tight shut as Parvati kissed him, concentrating on nothing more than the feeling of her lips on his, her hot breath and the way her chest expanded and pressed her breasts against him.
He moaned but it was muffled as the opening of his mouth only let Parvati thrust her tongue deep into it, darting forward eagerly.
Figuring that he was letting her do all the work, Harry decided that he should show Parvati what he could do. With her weight almost all on him, it was easy to pick her up and flip their positions.
Parvati lay back on the sofa, her head resting on a cushion, her long black plait coiled underneath them. She looked up at Harry, surprised, but there was excitement there as well. Her hands reached up to grab Harry, pulling him down.
Harry kissed her again; being on top this time, his tongue was pushing into her mouth and playing with hers. His hands braced on the armrests while hers wandered over his chest.
Parvati gasped and squirmed and the fancy blouse that she'd worn to their date was slipping off her shoulders exposing her delightful cleavage to Harry's gaze.
Moving downwards, Harry placed soft kisses on Parvati's jawline and her neck. He could feel her breath whistling through her windpipe as he did so. He took a moment to enjoy himself, pressing his lips to the hollow of her throat and lingering there a moment.
Parvati smiled up at him.
"Savouring the moment?" she asked.
"It's one to remember," Harry replied with a wink.
"I should think so!" Parvati said and laughed.
The laughter moved her chest in such a way that it could no longer be denied. Harry gazed his fill of her breasts encased in scarlet lace.
Apparently tired of waiting, Parvati reached up and trailed her fingers through his hair again, pulling Harry down into her cleavage.
More that happy to oblige, Harry buried his face between her tits. Suffused by their warmth to either side his face, he let out a happy moan and started to kiss and lick Parvati's cleavage. She let out a breathless sound of pleasure and lifted off the sofa slightly, hugging Harry's head to her chest.
Harry's hands went in search of Parvati's bra clasp and he had just succeeded in undoing when the door to the flat burst open.
A tall figure topped by a mass of blonde hair backed into the room and started putting her coat on the rack by the door not looking into the flat.
"Sooo… how'd it go?" Lavender Brown said. "Still no action? I told you Potter was a cold fish."
Harry and Parvati jumped as if they had received electric shocks and separated, each suddenly sitting at far ends of the sofa.
Lavender turned around and jumped.
"Uh… Hi Lavender," Harry said lamely.
Lavender's eyes travelled over them, straying to Parvati who was hastily pulling her blouse closed, and grinned at them.
"Well, look at you two!" Lavender said, still grinning at them, though she had gone slightly pink so Harry thought at least some of her cheeriness was forced. "I take it all back."
"Take what back, Lav?" Parvati said moodily, not happy at all about being interrupted.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," Lavender said. "Well, it's late. I'll just… go to my room, shall I? Maybe put some music on or something."
And she bustled away, quickly.
"Well, maybe we should follow suit?" Parvati said.
"What, go to Lavender's room and listen to music?" Harry asked, densely.
"Go to my room, silly."
Harry got the impression that Parvati's room was lush and cosy, dominated by a big bed and the colour of royal purple but he didn't have much time to consider it. Parvati seemed intent on making up for lost time and immediately discarded her blouse entirely.
As her bra was still unclasped from before, it followed almost accidentally, leaving Parvati standing in front of him topless and Harry suffering from eye strain.
Parvati's bare breasts were full and round, capped with hard, dark nipples that rose and fell with her rapid excited breathing.
It had a hypnotic effect on Harry.
It took a moment or two for Harry to come around and react, clearing his dry throat.
"Umm... do you want me to…" he said, reaching for his shirt.
Parvati moved in and kissed him smoothly. Her lips played softly, seductively, over Harry's. Her hands covered his on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
Then she pushed him down onto her bed.
Before Harry quite realised what was happening Parvati was on top of him, kissing him deeply again. Her tongue was in his mouth and her breasts were pressed up against his chest.
Harry was in heaven. Parvati was showering kisses over his bare chest and licking and sucking his nipples.
"Isn't that supposed to be my move?" he asked wryly.
"If you don't like it…" Parvati replied looking up, her chin resting on his stomach.
"I didn't say that," Harry said quickly.
Parvati winked at him and returned to what she was doing. She reached Harry's waist and easily undid the belt and button of his trousers. She paused for a moment then, took a deep breath and pulled off the rest of Harry's clothes.
"Oooh, Merlin," Parvati said, beholding Harry's cock.
A smile played across Harry's face at Parvati's reaction to his dick: one hoped but one never knew. The fact she was stripping the rest of her clothes off quickly and efficiently was another good sign.
"I am going to ride you," Parvati said huskily. "If that's good with you."
Harry's eyes were wide again and he nodded quickly and repeatedly. The sight of Parvati crawling naked over the top of him rendered him quite speechless again.
He shuddered as her hand gripped him and he moved his own to support Parvati's weight as she placed him at her entrance.
Ever so slowly Parvati sank down on Harry's cock. His breath caught in his chest for a moment as inch after inch was enveloped in the tight, clenching heat of her pussy.
"Oh Merlin," Parvati said again, more to herself than Harry.
"You look amazing, Parvati," he said reverently.
"I do, don't I?" she said with a smile. "You don't know the half of it."
Placing her hands on his chest and shoulder, she lifted up and then slammed down on Harry's cock again, their simultaneous moans filling the air. She did it again and again: her riding picking up speed and force.
Harry was spell-struck; looking up at her as she rode him, wildly. Parvati practically glowed with enthusiasm, glistening with sweat.
Then it was over; he was coming deep inside her even as she quivered and shook and collapsed languorously on top of him. Harry held her close.
Lavender Brown did not meet anyone's eyes at the breakfast table the next morning. Not that they would have noticed if she'd been gawping. Harry and Parvati had only had eyes for each other.
Lavender wouldn't complain about it, except she hadn't got a wink of sleep last night either.
