Lavender Brown

Harry arched his head, stretching his sore neck out with a soft sigh that barely disturbed the otherwise silent train compartment. Settling back, he lowered his wild-haired head against the closed glass window. The rolling hills of the healthy green countryside, shadowed underneath thick, grumbling storm clouds, passed by behind him unseen by any in the compartment.

Ron, with his long, rangy body curled up on one of the compartment's well padded bench seats, took up the entire side he was on with his snoozing, very softly snoring form, which was facing away from the compartment's other two occupants. Across from the redhead sat Hermione, her long, coffee-colored stocking clad legs crossed elegantly. She was already dressed in her Hogwarts robes, which Harry had noted looked significantly more feminine on the studious girl, now that they had some womanly curves to cling to. She was already reading, though it looked more like a novel than any kind of intellectual text to Harry's eyes, while said incubus idly thumbed through a small paperback himself.

However, unlike what Harry was beginning to suspect to be a romance novel, held close by his female friend's manicured fingers, the relaxed teen's choice in literature was unbelievably educational. Not a book covering one of the magical courses taught at the castle the train was headed towards, the small, brown leather bound book he held was teaching him much nonetheless. The book, which looked more like a small journal, had been a present from an infinitely thankful Apolline Delacour, flown to him by owl the day before.

It was a copy, magically strengthened and shrunk, of the tome Gabrielle had mentioned to him half a week ago at the World Cup, detailing the biology, nature, history, customs, and more of over three dozen different intelligent magical species. He'd briefly skimmed through a bit detailing the social structure of merfolk before hopping to the section dedicated to him and his ilk.

Harry found a small amount of new information pertaining to his 'sex sense', which was actually known as Sexual Omnipotence, funnily enough, but most of what the text had to say on the subject he'd already known. Harry already had a handle on his ability to detect moderate levels of lust and sexual attraction, and was even more proficient in the deliberate thought and memory perusal aspects of his nature. More interesting was the tidbit he'd uncovered in the chapter dedicated to providing an overview of the political climate surrounding incubi and succubi, and their rarer Choiceling subspecies as well.

He'd learned that, not only did his status as a sexually active Choiceling grant him adult standing and rights, he also had a fair few laws, passed by a suspiciously successful succubus ancestor, that were designed to protect him and, more specifically, his bedroom adventures. No females were off limits, legally, for the young Choiceling, save those not old enough to have menstruated at least once. Otherwise, with consent, he was in the clear one hundred percent. Underage girls, wives, even his teachers, all were fair game. Bell, Harry remembered, had summarized quite well, saying, "Thanks to this 'Isobel' lady, Brittan's like your personal all you can fuck buffet!"

Harry had agreed with the naked little fairy then, but wasn't entirely sure he would be comfortable taking advantage of those laws in practice. Ironic though it may be, the idea of monogamy appealed to Harry greatly, and he didn't think coming between spouses just because he legally could was an okay thing to do. But then again, it was getting progressively harder to think in the silent train compartment, so maybe he just couldn't focus on the thought enough to really figure out how he felt…

Unable to tune out the lapping waves of lust radiating off of Hermione any longer, Harry casually peered over the top of his reading, ignoring an interesting paragraph detailing the finer points of seduction, to study the lightly blushing teen, who was absently kneading her folded legs together, reading her book intently. Watching her lightly chew on her bottom lip, teasing the captured flesh deliberately back and forth with her perfect teeth, Harry grit his teeth in self-restraint.

Focusing on not focusing on the girl, Harry barely managed to keep himself from diving into the increasingly randy witch's memories, remembering the promise he'd made himself to not let his new lifestyle endanger his previous relationships. He was happy as Hermione's friend; enjoyed the girl's personality and intelligence; overbearing wet-blanket that she occasionally was. Still, justknowing that the warm, velvety embrace of her pussy was within easy reach had Harry warring with himself for a long few seconds.

A brief flash of the bookish girl, pressing a small, shiny silver egg to her fleshy nether lips flew through the intently staring incubus's head. As the scene progressed, and Hermione turned a small handheld dial clockwise, drawing a rapid, humming vibration from the bullet, Harry felt his equipment begin to stir.

Abruptly shooting up, soft tints of red dusting his cheeks and neck, Harry tore himself free of his friend's dirty mind, feeling a doubt about the feasibility of keeping his internal promise take root in his head, even as he kept his features neutral.

Startled, Hermione snapped her book closed guiltily, looking up at Harry's slightly flushed form with rather rosy cheeks of her own.

Pretending not to notice, Harry just said to the girl, in a friendly tone, "I'm gonna go get changed and check in on Luna." Deciding that a little bit of teasing would be harmless, and having grown to the point of being abnormally comfortable around those of the opposite sex, the young incubus casually remarked, suppressing a grin, "Your cheeks look a little warm, Hermione." Stepping forward, in what was more of a stalking motion, really, Harry settled his lightly calloused hand on the girl's flushed forehead, drawing more color to her face. "Oh my," he mumbled, slowly letting his hand slide down towards the girl's cheek. "You're burning up, Hermione. If I had noticed how hot you were before," he added slyly, "I'd've made more of an effort to get you in a bed…"

Swelling with mischievous glee, Harry relished his own cheesy double entendres as his well read female friend's eyes widened.

"Harry-" Hermione started, stopping when said Choiceling suddenly flicked her on her nose, drawing a frown from the still-red girl.

Laughing good-naturedly, Harry stepped back out of the witch's personal space to teasingly say, "Don't go getting sick on me now, nerd. Me'n Ron are gonna need you in tip-top shape if we're to survive facing off against the French and the Bulgarians, and make decent marks this year. That is, of course," Harry tacked on, carelessly swatting the back of his ginger-headed friend's dome, earning not a sound of acknowledgment from the slumbering Weasley, "if this idiot ever wakes up."

Smiling when his scowling friend turned her head faux-indignantly, Harry nonetheless forced some genuine seriousness into his voice, saying, "For real though Hermione, remember what I said earlier; I need to talk to you and Ron about some stuff later. After supper sound good?"

Getting a surly, "We already agreed to that, Harry. Though why you feel the need to schedule meetings just to talk to us is rather weird. You do know that, I hope? That you're weird? Because, I mean like, wow."

Ignoring his pouty friend's verbal counterattack, which Harry honestly found lacking, especially for it to have come from Hermione, the Choiceling simply rolled his eyes and reiterated, "Good, be there," before quickly flicking at Hermione's nose again. His finger missed, thanks to a quick dodge from the girl, and Harry internally resolved to refrain from showing his back to the teenage witch, at least for the next few days, lest he find himself jinxed, or even hexed, by his suspiciously irritable friend.

Just getting a nod, after a few seconds of awkwardly standing there, having missed his flick, Harry snorted, grabbed his already unpacked robes, and left, opening and closing the compartment door as quietly as he could manage, sharing a quick, playful smile with Hermione as he did.

"You two are funny, Master," Bell chirped, hidden within yet another hoodie, causing a warm smile to steal across the dark haired incubus's face.

Deciding to go ahead and track Luna down and say hello, since he was already up, Harry absently pet his once-again pocket-concealed Smallguide, and simply said, "Yeah," as he began strolling down the train.

The hall was moderately populated, and Harry spent his searching trek nodding his hellos to the students he knew, and awkwardly avoiding eye contact with those he didn't, idly checking the compartments he passed for his waif-like target all the while.

Spotting the girl's unique hair first, Harry took only a moment to scan the rest of the compartment's inhabitants, which included Ginny, two other young Gryffindor girls, and what he'd guess to be a fifth year Hufflepuff girl, before deciding to pop in and say hello.

Lightly rapping his knuckles against the glass of the compartment door's little window, Harry smiled at the girls inside as they noticed him. Turning the little handle on his side and sliding the wooden portal open, Harry poked his head in, casually saying, "Hey girls," to the compartment as a whole, but to Ginny and Luna more specifically, as made apparent by the way his smile was aimed in their directions. "Just thought I'd stop by and, ya know, see what's up. I never did get to ask if either of you'd be competing in any of the tourneys. And hi, by the way," he added, offering the other girls in the compartment slightly less genuine, though still cheery, smiles, "I'm Harry, although, upon request, I'm trying out a more clean shaven approach down south."

Laughing at his own joke, which he was pretty sure he'd owe a royalty to Sirius for telling, should he ever profit from it, it took Harry a moment to notice that, instead of belly laughs, or at least a few giggles, a wave of stunned embarrassment had infected the compartment, although he did notice a slight upturning of Luna's lips.

While some aspects of his personality had flourished due to his daily naughty activities, such as his comfort level around the female population and his self-esteem in general, other aspects had… suffered. These days, Harry found himself having difficulty keeping what other's would deem 'raunchy' humor and thoughts unspoken. He also had fallen into the bad habit of using foul language; a byproduct of his non-stop dirty talk.

Here, with five blushing girls staring at him with varying ratios of outrage, mortification, and incredulity on their faces, Harry quietly vowed to make an effort to filter himself in the future.

Staring blankly at his less-than-receptive audience, Harry sighed, completely unabashed, and stepped back into the hall, wordlessly sliding the girl's compartment door closed. Shoving his hands in his pockets, feeling somewhat sulky at having had his joke bomb, Harry found some comfort imagining the awkward silence Luna, Ginny and their friends must surely be suffering through.

The thought helped, and before he'd walked ten paces, heading towards the restroom to change, Harry found the slight spring teasing Hermione earlier had put in his step returning.

Arriving at the Hogwarts Express's restrooms, Harry took a quick moment to knock, making sure that there wasn't anybody already inside, before strolling in, locking the door behind him.

Taking a quick moment to stifle a yawn, the train ride always making him a little sleepy, Harry then said, "Go ahead Bell, you can come out."

It was a drowsy looking fairy that poked her head out from within Harry Potter's hoodie, which was a warm red this time. Crawling out of her young master's pocket, though only enough for her freckled, midnight blue breasts to hang free, Bell draped herself over the edge of the amused incubus's pocket, letting her hair, breasts, and arms dangle freely over.

"Come on cupcake," Harry cooed, still finding Bell's tiny size and oddball mannerisms adorable despite the time the two had been together. "Upsy-daisy!" the smiling incubus encouraged, though he only got a pitiful chirp-groan for his troubles.

Reaching his hand down, Harry gently scooped his Smallguide up, wrapping his fingers loosely around her nude frame, making sure to be extra gentle around her butterfly like wings. Raising her now snuggling form up to eye level, Harry studied his tiny servant, who the boy wizard saw as more of a youthful-partner-in-crime/friend-and-confidant than anything else. Her body, as naked as always, was just as vibrantly blue as he remembered, retaining the mysterious, deep sea coloring he'd found so interesting when they'd first met, although now, the freckles, which peppered her body, had darkened, from deepest blue to pure black.

Harry was reminded of a starry night by his Parva Dux's skin, despite the colors being wrong.

Settling his rear back against the porcelain sink, Harry ran his thumb along the crown of Bell's head, which was resting against the pads of his palm where his fingers began, idly curious as to whether she cut her hair, and he just hadn't noticed, or if her ironically styled hair maintained it's pixie cut on its own.

Scrunching up her face, which was just the right distance between soft and angular so as to leave the Smallguide blessed with gorgeous, innocent-looking features, Bell peeked out between her eyelids, shooting what Harry guessed was meant to be a glare up at her insistent master. However, Harry could read the little lady like an open book, and, for him, it was plain to see that she relished his doting.

Sweeping Bell's lighter-blue fringe away from her forehead, Harry leaned down, pressing a friendly peck just above her brow.

The winged servant's pure, inky-black eyes crinkled up in child-like affection and she giggled, which morphed into full blown laughter, eerily similar to a birds chirp in sound, as Harry began lightly bouncing her in his hand.

Wrapping her arms around his thumb, Bell gleefully rode out the impromptu hand-rodeo, half-breathless by the time her warmly smiling master finally relented a few seconds later.

"Awake now, Belly?" Harry asked with a teasing tilt to his lips, emerald eyes alight with a simple joy you'd've been hard pressed to spot even just a few months ago.

Getting a laugh, that was more of a snort, in response from his tiny companion, Harry then watched as she let her head hang back, over the edge of the boy wizard's hand. The motion drew his eyes to her heaving breasts, which Harry idly admired; enjoying the way Bell's tiny, though amply proportionate, tits moved, up and down, her pure black areola and nipples seeming exotic and interesting to the young incubus.

Seeming to notice the regard her master was paying her body, despite the fact that she was facing away from the young Choiceling, Bell teasingly ran a dainty blue hand up her slim belly, tracing invisible lines here and there at random, until finally her seemingly aimless grip found its soft, mound-like target.

Hearing her master's inquisitive hum, Bell began softly pawing at her breast, pressing the pliant flesh down with splayed fingers, leaving her erect nipple bare against both the cool September air and her Choiceling's gaze as well.

Snorting, Harry turned around and set his pint sized companion down on the bathroom sink. Setting his foot on the toilet's closed lid, Harry bent over to untie his shoe, suddenly at the perfect angle to enjoy Bell's impromptu exhibition, which she was putting on with gusto, panting and sighing sensually, and even letting out cute, erotic little, "ah!"'s as she tweaked her nipples.

Smirking at his minxy Smallguide, Harry pulled off his shoes, and then his pants, joking, "You better quit that, Bell." Adopting a fake-serious expression, Harry freed his half-limp prick, severely saying, "If you make this hard, I'm putting it in you."

"Oh no!" she cried, slapping her hands to her cheeks in an over dramatic display, playing along with her Choiceling.

Abruptly narrowing her eyes and adopting a sultry smile, Bell demonstrated, once again, that she had absolutely no reservations as far as sexual acts went, crudely spitting on her hand, slapping her blue cunt rapidly, and sluttily saying, "Come and get me big boy."

Unlike his stiffening cock, Harry was smart enough to know that, physically, he and Bell simply couldn't fuck. While the unnaturally horny fairy would doubtlessly make for a superb lay, the fact was that, unsurprisingly, your potential lover had to be larger than your erect penis for anything hardcore to work.

Who'd of thunk?

Still, Harry figured that, as they were headed towards a school to learn magic, he'd find some way to get back at Bell for her constant teasing eventually.

Stuffing his junk back into his boxers, Harry then stripped off his hoodie and shirt in one go. Grabbing his uniform pants and robe, Harry began dressing as he said, "Yeah, yeah, I get it; 'Go fuck somebody, I'm horny and hungry.' You know, most people would see you riling me up with the express purpose of siccing me on some poor girl as a negative." Suddenly pausing, staring blankly at Bell's rapidly masturbating form, Harry distractedly asked, "Is our relationship unhealthy, Bell?"

Bell screamed her release as she came, her clear female ejaculate running down the crack of her ass, and Harry, slowly pulling his pants up and not really paying attention, shook his head and said, "Nah."

Panting heavily, Bell said, between desperate breaths, "No, I- uh, I don't think so either, Master. You really should, mmm!" she moaned, still lazily playing with herself, "go ahead and get today's load out of the way, though. Between the welcoming feast, the charmed staircase, and your talk with your friends, it'd be a pain trying to find somebody once we get there."

"Eh," Harry shrugged, now fully robed and folding the clothes he'd changed out of. "If I had to, I'd scope out one of the prefects. Oh!" Harry added, enthusiastically, "Or maybe see if Professor Sinistra would fancy a tumble…"

"Both are great ideas that should be saved for later," Bell was quick to note, in a solemn voice.

"Yeah," Harry snorted, shaking his head at the petite fairy's unabashed lewdness. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked rhetorically, although that didn't stop Bell from answering in the affirmative. "Anyway," Harry said, "it's entirely possible I'll end up having to go a day without every once in a wh-"

But he was cut off as Bell shot up, alarmed, flying to eye level with her master and saying, "You can't! Master, you know how bad you'll get if you don't fuck- y-you're head will explode!"

Harry sighed, and said, "I love you Bell, really, you're great, but I can't help but be thankful that you were still too shy to really be yourself when you were explaining stuff to me." Earning a guilty pout, Harry recounted what he'd been told the day after Choosing, in an academic voice, "After twenty five hours of celibacy, I'll begin to develop a severe migraine. At the fifty hour mark, I can expect a constant bloody nose, of high severity. After four and a half days, my blood will begin coagulating in my veins, at which point I would likely die within minutes. Now," Harry allowed, slightly paler after recounting the brutality his own magic would use to ensure his adherence to his imperfect instincts, "while all of that is… bad, if I need to, I can go a day without pussy if I have to and just slam a pain relief. Admittedly," he continued, "it'd be better if I stayed on top of that particular facet of my life. Speaking of…" he relented, nodding his head sideways, towards the door.

Eyes lighting up with inappropriately gleeful anticipation, Bell asked, "Really?"

Nodding his head, Harry gestured for Bell to hop into his robe's pocket, and said, "Yeah, let's go make some memories."

Smiling mischievously, the blue skinned fairy, still lightly damp with her own cum, fluttered to her young master's side, slipping one foot, and then the other, into the deep front pocket of his Hogwarts robe.

Lightly pinching the bridge of his nose as the ridiculousness of the whole situation briefly caught up with him, Harry soon let out a soft sigh and left the restroom, his old clothes quickly shrunk and tucked away in a pocket.

Now officially on the hunt, Harry walked without haste, lazily prowling up and down the interior, allowing his sexual omnipotence to leak free of his skin, tasting the air for any unusually high levels of lust he could take advantage of. There were a few leads that turned up as dead ends, one set of lesbian seventh years fingering each other beneath their skirts, two couples mid make out session, and one odd, older Ravenclaw girl he'd never seen before, flipping intently through a picture book of horses.

The last one almost made the sexual-creature-who-lived pause, but after brief deliberation, he moved on, resolving to remember that head of green hair in the future, should he ever find himself in a kinky mood.

Finally, almost a half hour after he'd started his little hunt, Harry caught a whiff of something irresistible. Drawn half by the sweet scent of sexual frustration and half by the catty giggling of his fairer peers, the incubus, mind lightly fogged over by now, found himself stalking ever closer towards the end of the train's last compartment. When finally the luring smell and feminine giggles reached their crescendo, Harry Potter found himself just outside second to last compartment, shamelessly eavesdropping on those inside.

Parvati and Padma Patil, twin sisters of Indian heritage, were the two sat closest to his spot leaning just to the side of the compartment's window. Next to them sat another duo oft seen together, Slytherin yearmates Daphne Greengrass and her friend Tracy Davis, both of whom Harry had found fetching for a time now. The last member of the compartment seemed to be the one polluting the air with her scent, and Harry recognized her instantly.

Lavender Brown was a young woman with a reputation as a gossip, preferring to spend her time repeating, and often enhancing, rumors and events she'd either heard about or seen herself. Harry couldn't think of a worse person to go after.

Or at least, that would have been the case, up until a half an hour ago when he learned he was untouchable. While still wanting very much to keep his unique origins secret, the incubus couldn't deny that the fact that he was legally protected made him feel much better.

'And besides,' Harry thought, straightening his tie and smoothing his hair to the side, 'it's almost like a tactical decision, right? If Lavender blabs about us, it'll be much easier to convince people in the future that I'm serious. At the very least, I'm less likely to get laughed at and dismissed by the older girls.'

Happy with his logic, Harry tuned into the conversation going on in the car, interested to see what could be inspiring such steady waves of lust from Lavender.

"Anyway, long story short-"

"A bit late for that, isn't it?" Padma asked her sister teasingly, earning giggles from the rest of the girls and a glare from her twin. Daphne, who was enjoying a color changing popsicle, just smiled.

"Don't interrupt," Parvati answered back faux-imperiously. "As I was saying, long story short, my father let slip that Victor-freaking-Krum would be one of the students sent over with the Durmstrang conference! Can you imagine?" Sliding up to Tracy Davis, the Indian girl added slyly, "What do you think, Tracy? A whole year, trapped inside the same castle as him? Somebody'sgoing to have to show him where all the broom closets are, ne? Or maybe you'd rather," she continued, leaning in even closer, "a nice, supple, French girl?"

"Parvati!" Her sister cried, aghast at her sister's forwardness. Tracy, for her part, looked unbearably uncomfortable, but wasn't denying anything. Daphne observed the whole thing with amused eyes, steadily lapping away at her frozen treat.

It was then that Harry figured it out, the source, egging Lavender's lust higher. It wasn't the talk of the superstar quidditch player, nor the suggestive innuendo flying around. Her eyes, Harry noted, were glued to Daphne's tongue, inconspicuously staring as the Slytherin girl lapped long, pink licks along the frozen length. Sampling the girl's haze, Harry had his hunch proved right- the girl was a freak for tongues.

Luckily for her, there was a wily incubus just outside her compartment, and one that was skilled with his tongue as well.

Having plenty to work with, Harry allowed a kind smile to steal across his face. Kicking off of the wall he'd been leant against, the incubus wasted no time knocking on the compartment door, startling the five distracted girls inside. Not waiting for their permission, Harry slid the door open adopting an abashed expression as an idea came to him.

"Harry?" Parvati asked in confusion, her sister and Lavender adopting similarly puzzled looks. The two Slytherin girls shot him wary glances and kept quiet.

"Hi!" Harry returned cheerfully. "Have a good Summer?"

Sharing a bemused look with her sister, Parvati nonetheless answered.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Oh, it was great! Best yet," Harry confessed, before raising a finger to scratch his cheek sheepishly. "I was actually looking for you, Lavender."

Though surprised at its suddenness, Lavender was happy with being the center of attention all the same, true to her character. Giving Harry a blinding smile that showed off her set of perfect teeth, the Gryffindor asked, "What do you need, Harry?"

"Well, you see," the sly incubus began, summoning a light blush to his cheeks, "I need your help with something. I think you're the best person to talk to but…" Stepping further into the compartment, Harry looked deeply into the girl's eyes, slowly extending a hand out to her as he said, "It's kind of embarrassing. Can we go somewhere… private?"

The compartment's silence meant that Padma's gulp was heard by all, but Harry acted as though nothing had happened, blinking slowly at Lavender instead.

Slowly, her hand lifted up, until finally it rested in his.

"S-sure, Harry. I'm, uh, well I'm happy to help." Returning his smile, Lavender managed to tack on a quick, "See you guys later," before Harry pulled her out of the compartment, closing the door behind them.

"Thanks Lav," Harry said warmly, taking advantage of the narrow hallway they were in and stealing a deeper whiff of the girl's thickly flowing hormones. She smelled heavenly, and it was all Harry could do not to start in on her right there. Instead, he simply led her, hand in hand, down the hall.

"Harry," the lightly toned girl began after a moment, "what exactly was it that you needed my help with?"

"Just a little more, Lav, we're almost there. I know it was around here somewhere…"

"What's around here somewhere, Harry?" the girl insisted, voice colored by open curiosity, something Harry doubted the girl was ever in short supply of.

"Ah!" Harry let out in triumph, "here it is. We'll be able to talk in private in here," Harry said before opening the empty compartment's door and ushering his housemate in.

Feeling her curiosity grow as the boy-who-lived spelled the compartment's curtains closed and the door locked, Lavender's pulse began to quicken when she took note of the fact that the raven locked teen still had her hand in his.

"Harry?" she asked softly around the growing frog in her throat.

"Sorry for all of this, Lavender," Harry apologized. "The truth is," he continued, "I'm going to ask you to do something embarrassing."

Lavender's face heated up more, but she couldn't think of anything to say, and so kept silent.

"Will you," Harry asked softly, stepping in closer to the enraptured Gryffindor, "let me," he continued, snaking his slender arm around the girl's waist, "practice with you?" he finally asked, his lips hovering a hairs width above the witch's own lightly parted ones.

"Practice?" Lavender asked softly.

"I lost my virginity," Harry confessed, staring unabashededly into the girl's eyes. "I had sex with a few different girls, and I don't want to stop now that I'm back at school." Then, without warning, he moved forward, lightly brushing his lips against the wide-eyed girl's, making sure to lick her lips as he pulled back again. "Before you think it," the young incubus tacked on, relentlessly batting the girl's attention back and forth like a ball of yarn. "I'm not asking you this because I think you're the kind of girl to have already had sex as well." A fleeting look of anger flashed and then died in the closely held Gryffindor's eyes. "I picked you because I figure, between everyone you've talked with, you'll have heard the most from people about this kind of stuff."

Dipping his head lower and stealing another kiss that ended in a lick from the girl, Harry gazed into his prey's wide orbs through half-lidded eyes. "All I'm asking, Lav, is that you sit back," Harry whispered, easing the girl's butt down onto the compartment's padded bench, "relax," he continued, pecking her lips again, "and tell me what feels good."

Watching as the young man in front of her sunk to his knees, Lavender felt as though she was in a dream, balancing on a knife's edge. Whether she should run screaming out of the compartment or lose herself to her yearmate's lunacy, the decision was one that needed to be made now. Breathing heavily, the girl finally made up her mind, and almost at once, her whole body seemed to lose a degree of tension.

Smirking in victory, Harry allowed himself to sink deeper into his incubus instincts, relishing the thick waves of excited nervousness and womanly lust seeping free of his most recent catch. Gently seizing one of the girl's bare legs with steady hands, Harry lifted the smooth limb up, making the girl lean further back into the plush cushions that padded the Express's benches. Smirking a guilty man's smirk at Lavender, pleased with her flushed face and embarrassed expression, Harry began hastelessly working at the buckle on her shoe. Once the black shoe was unfastened, he removed it, and the thin black sock beneath it as well, slowly tugging it off by the toes.

With her foot left bare to the wizard's hungry eyes, Lavender finally found herself overwhelmed by it all and threw the back of her wrist over her eyes, childishly hiding herself from Harry.

Not allowing the chuckle in his throat to bubble free, Harry instead focused on his work, intently examining the schoolgirl's nude foot. She had five toes and five toenails, each painted a girly pink, which was about as far as the boy's foot expertise went. All the same, he found her foot to be lovely, not that he was especially interested himself.

In the end, though, he had not stripped her toes bare to look at them, and with a quick mental 'thank you' to the magical sock company that completely eliminated foot odor and sweat, the Choiceling took a big, long, lewd lick of the witch's foot, drawing a startled yelp and twitch from the subdued girl, which only stretched on into a sensual moan as his tongue traveled from the back of her heel to the space between her big and second toes. Wrapping his lips around the larger of the digits, Harry playfully tongued the incredibly soft padding, scraping his teeth along the fine grooves to the moans and gasps of the girl sat in front of him.

Lavender's hands clenched into fists and she did her best not to flail around at the boy's relentless stimulation, afraid to accidentally kick him as he licked and sucked and bit her.

Pulling back off of the digit, Harry made sure to keep a trail of saliva connecting his lips and the shining toe together. Enjoying the strong vibes the girl was putting out, Harry began to massage the foot, kneading the arch and pads of Lavender's sole expertly while asking, "What do you think, Lav? Can I keep going? There's a lot more I want to try with you."

An embarrassed "Mmm," was all he got back from the girl, her face still hidden behind her wrist, head resting back against the top of the padded bench's back.

Ceasing his work on her foot, Harry leaned back in, licking at her ankle and then blowing on it, relishing the way her toes stretched up as he did so. Blazing a trail closer and closer towards his prize, the incubus forewent asking her permission this time, and instead pushed her skirt up, rendering the article pointless and leaving the schoolgirl's black, lacy panties, which Harry was impressed by, totally vulnerable to the creature's gaze.

"Harry," she whispered quietly, surprisingly shy for such a normally extroverted girl. "Please."

"I'm sorry Lav," Harry apologized, his voice completely steady, "but I'm going to ask you to do something even more embarrassing." Reaching up, he gently pried the girl's hand from her face, and pulled it and her other hand down towards him. Waiting until the girl finally opened her eyes, Harry caught her weaker gaze with his own, insisting quietly, "I want you to take your panties off and spread yourself for me."

"Wha-" she began, her face reddening even more at the pushy boy's request. He just held her eye though, silently compelling her to follow his lead. Trapped and unable to look away from his relentless eyes, Lavender eventually caved, lifting her butt shakily and fumbling with her knickers. When she finally managed to thumb them off, the witch couldn't help herself, overflowing with anticipation and embarrassment, and her knees pressed together, leaving only the bald V of her pubic flesh bare.

Chuckling warmly at the girl, Harry stood up drawing her gaze with a finger beneath her chin. Taking advantage of his lithe build, Harry straddled Lavender's lap like a girl, resting his still clothed butt on her thighs and knees. With her head angled so, Harry was treated to the gorgeous view of her slightly watery eyes shining up at him.

"Lav," he whispered, closing the gap between them with a kiss that lingered. As the seconds ticked by, Harry began licking at the girl's responding lips, and after a few times, was allowed access into the girl's warm mouth. Mapping the sides and bottom of her tongue, Harry then ran his probing muscle along the cavernous roof of her mouth. Pulling back, with yet another thread linking the two, Harry took a brief moment to breathe before descending on his prey again. This time, he attacked her neck, licking along her shuddering throat and nibbling at her pulse point, taking care to lather her rosy flesh with his ever-moist tongue.

As he went, Harry decided to indulge in a quick memory of the girl's. He already had enough to make her dance like a puppet on string, but for the simple fact that he could spy on her intimate moments, he did.

A flash of her ran through his head. She was wearing her sandy hair much longer than she did now, more like it had been in their third year. The younger witch was sitting in front of a television set wide eyed, which Harry thought was odd, as the girl was pure-blooded, watching in shock as loud, lewd moans emitted from the box. Her hand was within her pajama pants, going in rhythm with the pair on the screen, who he noted seemed to be engaging in one of his favorites, the 69 position.

Returning to the present, Harry finished his attack on the mewling girl's neck with a chaste kiss. Leaning back, he recaptured the pliant witch's gaze once again, offering a smile and a warm, "Trust me."

Sliding off of her lap, Harry was once again kneeling on the carpeted floor. Lightly scratching the girl's lotioned knees with his fingernails, she eventually, still maintaining eye contact, granted him access to her womanhood. As her knees spread, so too did the slippery petals of her pussy, leaving her legs as wide as they could go and her vagina as vulnerable as it could be.

Giving her one last smile, Harry freed the girl and lowered his eyes, soaking in the sight of her virginal cunt. It was cleanly shaven, as he'd known it would be, with tiny, rippling pink labia peeking out at him from within her slightly plump mound. Her clit was still hidden within it's hood, but Harry was confident he'd be able to coax the tiny pleasure bead out before too long.

Reaching forward, Harry ghosted his fingertips around the edges of the wantonly splayed witch's slit, drawing tiny shivers from the girl as he teased her flesh. Settling his fingers on either side of her pussyflesh, Harry pinched softly, squeezing the folds together. Tugging on the captured skin softly, Harry worked his fingers around, drawing a gasp from Lavender and a tiny wet sound from her cunt.

"No," the girl mewled out, embarrassed by the sound.

Smirking, Harry relented, freeing the imprisoned skin from his fingers.

Suddenly struck by inspiration, Harry cleared his throat and settled back on his heels. Looking up at Lavender beneath dark lashes. "Lavender?" he called softly, blinking slowly up at the girl.

Her throat visibly bobbed as she swallowed hard, unprepared for the kind of look Harry was directing up at her.

Slowly and deliberately, Harry brought his hands behind his back and laced his fingers together. Sitting there, properly postured, resting back on his knees with his hands behind his back, Harry looked up at Lavender and urged, "Tell me what to do."

Blinking at him in disbelief, Harry weathered the seconds as Lavender ran her eyes up and down his docile form. His expression remained politely blank, but as he picked up on her quickening pulse, Harry felt his own excitement growing as well.

Finally, after a long string of seconds has passed in silence, Lavender seemed to regain some of her socializing personality, swallowing again but grinning all the same. Reaching her thin fingers down, the Gryffindor proved that she was quickly becoming more comfortable with the situation, the whole reason Harry was entertaining his submissive side. His strategy was rewarded when she silently pried her cunt's moistened lips apart, revealing the most stunning shade of pink to Harry's attentive eyes. Dipping her middle finger down, Lavender collected a sample of her clear, slick essence, applying a little of it to her now peeking clit. Hesitatantly reaching forward, she watched in awe as Harry parted his lips for her.

Savoring the flavor as only an incubus could, Harry sucked lightly on Lavender's finger, taking care not to rush anything despite the growing urge in his pants. When her finger was finally clean of her eagerness, Harry asked, "May I lick you?"

It was the perfect thing to say, of course, and Lavender's eyes closed as her whole body shivered.

"Oh fuck yes, please do."

Leaning forward, with his hands still securely behind his back, Harry closed his eyes and extended his tongue. From just above her anus, he explored with his fleshy muscle, dipping in deep to collect as much of Lavender's scent as he could before slowly trailing his way up, taking care to lick as much of his tongue along her erect clittoris as he could.

She slid down a little, her chest sticking out more and her ass further forward on the bench, giving Harry even better access to her cunt. Lavender remained silent, but her expression was pinched.

"Again," she demanded, her pussy clenching as it finally lost contact with Harry's tongue.

Quicker now, Harry dove back in, trailing another French kiss up the length of the witch's bared folds, this time sneaking in a tiny nibble on her labia.

"More," she pleaded, reaching down to thread her fingers through his hair, urging him deeper and rougher.

Again and again he lapped away at the schoolgirl's pussy, filling the still compartment with lewd sounds that only served to egg the two further. Lavender, Harry discovered, had a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves tucked away just to the left past her fleshy opening, and he took great pleasure striking the weakness again and again, all the while paying attention to the rest of her lovely anatomy as well.

"More, mm-more, faster, deeper, oh shit, yes Harry, yes~" the rapidly panting girl shouted, carelessly crying her pleasure out. In the next moment, her frenzied demands were replaced with a long, high-pitched moan; the only warning Harry got as her velvety slick quim weapt a trickle of she-cum out. Knowing from experience a good way to prolong her orgasm, Harry latched onto her clit with his lips, applying a tiny amount of suction but no more, allowing her own twitching body to provide most of the stimuli.

Another few seconds passed, and finally the Hogwarts gossip came down from her peak, resting on a post-orgasm high that left her giddy and giggling.

Smiling at her, Harry finally stood up, and it was apparent that he would need some attention for himself soon. His dress pants did a poor job hiding his erection, and Lavender was quick to notice it through her half-lidded eyes. Reaching down, Harry simply undid his pants' button and dropped them, as well as his boxers, leaving him bare before Lavender with minimal theatrics.

"Big," she whispered, and even though he knew it wasn't really a fair comparison, he still felt his chest swell. Grinning wolfishly down at the girl, Harry wasted little time taking a seat next to her. Reading the hint, and only a little nervous to continue, Lavender slowly moved over, straddling the boy-who-lived's lap.

"I'm going to let you on top, because it's your first time," Harry said with a smile. "But next time," he continued, reaching up to plant another kiss onto the girl's lips, "I'll be the one doing the fucking."

"R-right," Lavender managed, embarrassed at how happy the thought that this would be a recurring thing made her. "But for now," she recovered, taking the initiative and learning forward, licking at Harry's ear, "I'll be the one doing the fucking, Harry Potter."

And with that, in one smooth motion, she both sunk her teeth into Harry's earlobe and herself down on his cock. Burying it within her till their thighs touched, Lavenger let out a hiss to mirror Harry's own, the pain of being invaded by a throbbing prick still present, despite the special moisture sweating out of the pores on his member. In another few moments, the pain was behind them, and the two teens began moving.

Lavender gingerly shifted her still-skirt clad ass back and forth, sawing her lover's cock in and out of her tightly squeezing pussy. For her being a virgin, Harry was having a fantastic time, resting back and just enjoying the sight of tight pussy flesh hugging his prick lovingly as his partner continued, moaning lowly the whole time.

Deciding to rile the girl up further, Harry reached down, near their joining, and worked his hands underneath her robes, laying his cool hands against her warm belly, always amazed by the smoothness of female skin. An approving moan escaped Lavender, but for the most part she seemed content to fuck herself slowly on his cock. Tugging her robes higher and higher, revealing more and more of her supple body to his greedy eyes, Harry finally reached his targets, and wasted no time giving Lavender's ample breasts firm squeezes.

"Oooh!" she breathed out, arching back into his touch, bouncing her naked flesh up and down on his pole with more gusto than before.

With a little more work, and some help from the witch still riding his cock, Harry managed to free Lavender from her robes, leaving her bare save for her skirt. Her breasts weren't as bountiful as Susan's, but they were plenty large enough for Harry, and they perked up adorably as well. Latching onto one of the bouncing areola, Harry started sucking and nibbling on the tit-flesh, drawing another low squeal from the girl.

Tossing her head back, with one hand pressing Harry's head further into her chest and the other braced against the back of the bench, Lavender's ass began flying up and down, clearing more than half of the incubus's slickened cock with each bounce, only for the entire length to split her cunt open again and again. A quick slap on her ass from Harry had her fucking gain a frenzied quality, and from there, it wasn't long before she was constantly moaning, slamming her reddened cunt down onto the relentlessly stiff cock beneath her. Neither of the teens could maintain that level of intercourse for long, and it was only natural when the Gryffindors came, exhaling and squealing respectively as both Harry and Lavender came.

The girl's weaker, female ejaculate could only mix with the incubus's own as it raged within her, relentlessly pumping rope after rope deep in her womb, where it settled with a heat that left Lavender hunched over Harry's shoulder.

The two teens stayed connected for a while, even after Harry's carnal, magical needs had been met, shuddering and kissing and licking until both were content.

"You're sure we don't smell like, well, uh, you know, sex," Lavender whispered to Harry, a few feet from the compartment he'd abducted her from earlier.

"You smell great to me," Harry replied unabashedly, leaning in to take a deep whiff of the girl.

"Harry!" she scolded, shooting looks around the abandoned hall.

Harry just laughed and pecked her lips, saying, "We'll talk some more later, okay Lav?"

"I understand," she said, and Harry knew that she did. He'd done a good job of explaining that he had no interest entering any kind of respectable relationship with her, but that he'd love topractice with her more.

She'd said that she'd think about it, but Harry already had his answer.

Smiling as she waved a shy wave and ducked back into her compartment, not really caring if she kept quiet or not, Harry just smiled and turned around, heading back towards his end of the train. His clothes had been a mess by the time he'd stepped out of the compartment with Lav, but a few quick spells later had seen him smartened back up.

Still, the young incubus couldn't help adjusting his tie as he walked back towards his friends.

What a day it'd been already, and the train hadn't even arrived yet!