Special delivery for dragyn_42, part 2 Title: Instant Chemistry Author/Artist: Recipient's LJ name:dragyn_42 Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Padma Patil Rating: NC-17 Summary When Padma sat down next to Harry that day in the Three Broomsticks, she had no idea how her life would change because of it. Word Count: ~15,645 Warnings/Content: Underage sex, AU after OOTP, but still follows the main plot of HBP. Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter Author's/Artist's notes: Thanks to my accountant and Uncle C for their valuable help in cleaning this story up. Also, thanks to the mods for allowing me to have a few extra days to finish. The basic premises is that these are the missing Harry/Padma scenes from the Half Blood Prince, which replaces the original Harry/Ginny romance in the series. I’m not sure if this is what you were looking for but I hope you still enjoy it.
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Harry stifled a yawn as he struggled against the drowsy feeling washing over him. The roaring fire was keeping the Gryffindor common room warm, but what was really putting him to sleep was how Padma kept stroking his head and playing with his hair. She was currently slumped on the floor with him, her back propped up against one of the large couches that circled the fire. He was lying next to her with his head in her lap, trying to read a chapter in his Transfiguration text. Glancing up, he could see her fully engrossed in proof-reading his latest Potions essay.
Returning to his book, Harry tried to start reading again. But after a few moments, he realized he kept reading the same paragraph over and over again. Shutting the book, he looked up at her. He liked watching her, especially when she didn’t notice. There was something calming about it. His eyes immediately went to the Gryffindor tie that rested in the valley between her breasts.
With it being mid-day, and the common room mostly empty for a few hours, he had borrowed one of Parvati’s ties to help sneak Padma in to the Gryffindor common room to spend some time together. He figured it was easier to get her into his tower, than for him to get into hers.
“If you don’t finish the chapter, you won’t be playing with them,” Padma’s voice taunted. She then glanced down at him with a small smile. “Remember the rule, work first and play later. And if we don’t get to play I will be very upset.”
Harry snickered. “It’d be easier if you weren’t putting me to sleep stroking my head like a mutt or something.”
“Good doggy,” Padma teased as she lightly patted Harry’s head.
“That’s it.” Harry quickly sat up, slid next to her, and slipped his arms around her. Tugging her closer, he trailed a few kisses across her cheek and jaw, before reaching her lips.
Temporarily forgetting about his essay and the reading, she began kissing back. She giggled against his mouth when she felt Harry’s hand slip underneath her shirt and began to stroke back and forth against her stomach.
“Honestly! In the middle of the common room!”
The pair quickly broke apart at the scolding and looked up to see an annoyed Hermione looking down at them.
“Making a spectacle of yourselves,” Hermione added.
“Will you get off my back?” Harry snapped. “There’s barely anyone in the tower and we have the whole room to ourselves.”
“Fine!” Hermione shouted and, turning on her heel, stormed out of the room.
Sitting up on his knees, Harry tried to stay angry but instantly felt a pang of regret. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he started to get to his feet to chase after her.
“Idiot,” Padma said after backhanding him in the chest. “You stay here and read. I’ll go talk to her.” Before Harry could protest, she was on her feet and walking out of the tower. Her plan was to simply meet Hermione where she would ultimately end up. She knew there were only a few places she would go when upset and the library was the best bet. We’re a lot alike. I’d like to be friends, especially considering Harry. I just have to get her to understand something.
True to form, as Padma reached the long hallway that lead to the library, she saw Hermione at the end of the hall entering the library. After a few minutes of searching the stacks, she found the other girl sitting at a table with a large book opened in front of her. But sitting slumped in the chair, with a scowl on her face and her arms folded across her chest, it was obvious she wasn’t reading.
“He can be a bit slow sometimes,” Padma said as she walked over and sat down across from her. She tried not to react to the death glare she was given and instead continued talking. “Can I ask you something?” When Hermione didn’t say anything, she pulled her chair closer. “Are you jealous of me?”
“Jealous?” Hermione asked rhetorically, pretending to be surprised. “Why would I be jealous? There’s nothing between us. We’re just friends. Nothing else.”
Of course. “You don’t have to be in love with him to be jealous. I should’ve realized this before I guess, what with Ron and all.”
“What does he have to do with it?”
“That after five years here, there are other girls taking the attention of your boys away,” Padma answered. “A lesser person might think they were being replaced.” She watched as Hermione shifted a little in her chair. “But you know that’s not going to happen. It’s kind of like a little boy completely fascinated by a new toy, but when the newness of it all wears off, he’ll come back.”
Hermione snorted, but then smirked a little bit. “Even if the new toy has some features the old one didn’t?”
Padma laughed softly, trying to muffle her voice. “I think there’s enough room in the little boy’s life for both. I don’t want to replace you, Hermione, and I don’t think I could. You’re Harry’s best friend, the two of you are like brother and sister and I know there’s nothing that’s going to break that. Just be patient with the blockhead. Regardless of all that, I think we could get along well. I’d rather be your friend than your enemy.”
“I guess I have been a little harsh on him.”
“Nah. He probably deserved it.” Both girls covered their mouths as they laughed again. “Why don’t you go find him and talk? You know it’s only a matter of time before he comes after you, clueless, and tries to talk to you.”
“All right,” Hermione said and slowly got up. Before she left, she paused. “Ginny’s great and all, but it would be nice to have a girl around, one that I had something in common with.”
“Anytime. I'll tell Harry he has to wait in line.” Both girls giggled again as Hermione left.
Hermione mentioning Ginny’s name reminded Padma of something that she had thought of over the hols. Leaving the library, she went in search of the youngest Weasley, and found her in the Great Hall. As Padma walked towards her, she rolled her eyes as she watched Ginny angrily stab an apple with a small knife.
“Did the apple say something you didn’t like?” Padma asked as Ginny stabbed it again.
“Why are boys such jerks?” Ginny asked rhetorically.
Her too? What is going on in that Gryffindor Tower? Padma shrugged as she sat down. “I think women having been asking that for years.” She then smirked as Ginny glanced over at her, then did a double take as if noticing something wasn’t right. “Padma,” she told Ginny, to which she nodded back.
“Thought you and Harry were up in the tower?”
“Were. Then Hermione kind of scolded us.” Padma grinned as Ginny chuckled, picturing the scene. “Those two are probably talking now,” she said, “anyways, I wanted to ask you a favor. I want you to help me fly better.”
Ginny looked over at her skeptically. “Fly? Why not have Harry help you? You’re dating one of the best in the school.”
“I don’t want him to know, yet. I’m not big on it, but I know he loves it. I want to surprise him, but I need to get better. Besides, we don’t exactly get along when he tries to teach me things. Last time he tried teaching me some shields, I kind of tore his head off.”
Ginny laughed again. “I guess I could help you. Not like anything else is happening.”
“Dean, right?” She noticed Ginny scowl at the name of her boyfriend. “You want to talk about it?” she asked cautiously. Hermione was one thing, but Ginny she wasn’t so sure of.
Shaking her head, Ginny brushed it aside and instead began talking about when she wanted to start flying. Padma listened half heartedly. She was more interested in those freckles on her face and she began to wonder what Ginny looked like underneath the unflattering robes. While she heavily favored boys, Padma did from time to time wonder about other girls. For a short while now, before anything happened between Harry and her, Ginny had held her attention. It’s got to be the red hair. Or the fire she’s applies to everything. I think that’s why none of the blokes last long. She’s too much for them to handle.
While she interjected a few things here and there, Padma continued watching Ginny. Knowing Miss Weasley had a long standing crush on Harry, and partly fueled by the damn stories, but now also fueled by the camaraderie they shared. Padma quickly found herself daydreaming about her with both Harry and Ginny … in a rather erotic tryst. She became so involved in her daydream that Padma had to shift in her seat as she felt her body reacting to what her mind was exploring. As she began to imagine other scenarios, she found herself getting far too excited, especially for sitting in the Great Hall with so many people around her.
“Are you alright?” Ginny asked suddenly, seeing Padma looking flushed.
“... Yeah, yeah fine,” Padma answered suddenly, embarrassed about how she had gotten so lost in her thoughts. Bloody hell. I almost lost it right then and there. “What did you say?”
Ginny looked at her skeptically for a moment, but decided it wasn’t worth pursuing. “I’m free tomorrow, after dinner.”
“That’s great. I’ll see you then,” Padma said quickly again, now desperate to get back to her room and take care of the excitement her body had built up due to the fantasy. As she slowly stood up, and looked down at Ginny an impulsive thought occurred to her. A bit of proof that Harry was rubbing off on her. “You know I’d like to return the favor,” she found herself saying, bypassing the usual filter on her mouth. “If things don’t work out,” she started as she sat back down, but closer to Ginny. “Maybe one cold night, where I’m too busy... I wouldn’t mind if, say, you helped keep Harry warm.”
Padma stifled a laugh as Ginny suddenly blushed scarlet. She still likes him. Good. Leaning in, Padma whispered in Ginny’s ear. “And maybe some … other time when I’m not busy either.”
~*~
To Harry it was like everything happened in slow motion. He watched Professor Flitwick cast the Stunner and then saw the brief spark as it left the wand. Harry raised a shield that he had thought was strong enough to block the spell. But the moment he heard the stunner slam into his shield he realized it wasn’t strong enough. The next thing he knew he was sprawled out on his back and nursing a set of sore ribs.
“And that, everyone, is why we don’t underestimate our opponents,” Professor McGonagall announced.
As Harry lay there trying to get his wind back, he wondered how he let Padma talk him into this. That siren and her blasted mouth, he thought, remembering the conversation quite clearly, but also the feeling of Padma’s lips and hands all over him.
Earlier in the year, Harry had been asked numerous times about reforming the D.A., but he hadn’t felt it necessary anymore. But after break, Hermione and Padma had brought up the idea again. While he still didn’t see the point, Padma had given a rather . . . persuasive argument. This time though everything was going to be official. So under the guise of a new Dueling Club, with Professors McGonagall and Flitwick overseeing matters, the D.A. was reformed.
“Everyone pick a partner and practice your shields. Attackers, use low level Stunners and breakers,” Professor McGonagall said as Harry struggled to sit up.
“Need a hand, partner?” Padma asked, looming over him with a wide grin.
Harry slowly got to his feet, and rubbed the stinging sensation out of his chest. “I bet you did this just so you could get me shown up,” he said sarcastically.
“Nah,” she said playfully. “It was just an added benefit to see you get your ego bruised.” Backing up a few steps, she told him, “And I don’t want you to hold back, Harry. They won’t be attacking with beginner level magic, so I need to be prepared.”
“I know what you’re thinking and I’m not going to do it. I’ll put a little bit more punch behind them, but this is supposed to be practice.”
Padma smirked confidently as she quickly raised her shield to block a weak Stunner. “Come on, Harry. That’s all?” She watched him launch another and she raised another shield to block it. “Where’s the punch?” she taunted a little and once again blocked a Stunner.
“This is practice, Padma. I’m not going to go all out,” Harry growled, trying to keep himself from snapping at her. Not only did he not want to get into an argument with her, he also didn’t want to get into one with everyone watching. It was bad enough the couple was already the center of everyone’s attention.
Annoyed, Padma straightened up for her defensive crouch and glared at him. “I can handle it, Harry. I’m not fragile. I won’t break easily.”
“That’s not the point!” Harry shouted angrily. Now the whole room was watching them with interest. “What’s it you say, 'You understand the theory but not the application'.”
“What it is,” she snapped, “is that you still don’t trust me!” With that, Padma walked away to work with someone else.
“What?” was all Harry got out before she left. Confused and a bit angry, he felt someone touch his arm lightly.
“Let it go for now,” Hermione’s voice whispered to him. “Take a break and get some water.”
“Explain to me what the hell I did wrong?”
“It’s simple,” Hermione answered. “She wants to learn despite the danger and you’re trying to protect her from herself. Sound familiar?”
“Shut up,” Harry muttered good-naturally. Glancing around the room, he watched the others return to their practice. He tried hard not to glance in Padma’s direction.
“But she’s been good for you,” Hermione told him while he poured some water from the pitcher into a goblet. “Anyone who can make you less grumpy has to be working miracles.” Hermione snickered a little when Harry glowered at her. “Plus, amazingly, she somehow got you to actually study and be a good student. Merlin knows I’ve tried.”
“What can I say?” he responded before taking a drink. “She gives me fantastic incentives to put a little effort in. Now if you had done that,” Harry trailed off, hiding a smirk behind the goblet.
“Learning should be its own reward,” Hermione answered after sputtering a few times. “Besides, you’re not my type.”
“How’s Ron?” he asked immediately after she said that. She had been visiting him frequently, saying she was bringing him his work, and had talked to him this morning.
“Better,” she told him. “I think he’s more upset about not being able to play Hufflepuff than anything.”
“Me too.” Already down Katie, losing Ron had been another blow, and while Dean was a fair replacement, McLaggen was a pain in his ass and he constantly had to remind the fool who was the captain of this team.
“He should be let go sometime the beginning of next week,” Hermione continued. “I think he’s getting tired of being cooped up in the Infirmary. Could use a bit of company from his best mate too.”
Harry smirked. After saving the lughead’s life with the Bezoar he hadn’t had much time to see Ron. Quidditch practice, school work, Slughorn and Dumbledore’s lessons left him with very little free time. “I’ll go see him after the Quidditch match.”
“I’ll let him know.” Hermione paused for a second, and then looked back up at him. “Did she really get you to read Sun Tzu?”
Chuckling, Harry shrugged. “I told you, she can be very persuasive.”
Returning to the dueling practice, now partnered with Hermione, he didn't realize how true his words would turn out to be until a few days later.
~*~
As he woke up to a hammering headache, he remembered an argument with McLaggen, then a sharp pain followed by nothing. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a light swimming before his eyes. Blinking a few times, he raised his hand to touch his head. Feeling a turban made of bandages wrapped around his head, mixed with the familiar bed and scents, Harry slowly put the pieces together. Lifting his head awkwardly, he glanced right and then left.
“Nice of you to drop in,” Ron greeted him with a cheeky grin.
“What happened?”
“Cracked skull,” Madam Pomfrey explained. “You’re staying overnight so I can keep my eye on you and you’re not to overexert yourself for at least a few hours.”
“I can’t stay,” Harry whined. “I’m going to kill McLaggen.”
“I wouldn’t bother with McLaggen,” Ron told him after Pomfrey left. “The guy is like an ogre. Besides, if Ginny and the team didn’t finish him, Padma certainly did.”
“Padma?”
Ron smirked. “All the stuff you’ve been teaching her? Well, according to Hermione, she tried to use McLaggen as a practice dummy. Anyway, she's been in and out since you got here too. Annoying really,” Ron teased. “A bloke can’t catch a moment’s sleep with her about.”
“Oh, and I’m sure Hermione wasn’t with her either,” Harry quickly added, shutting up his best friend. “What about you and Lavender?” He scowled when Ron shrugged. “Bit of advice, mate. Padma and Hermione are good friends now and you saw what Padma did to McLaggen. Imagine what she might do to someone who plays around with Hermione’s heart.” A bit more satisfied when Ron frowned, he also gave him an additional warning. “Also, don’t forget who her best friend is,” he told Ron. “Don’t wait to figure it out.”
The boys laid in their respective beds quietly for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts. “Hey, Harry,” Ron called out.
“Yea.”
“Do you think they get easier to understand when we get older?” he asked with a laugh.
Harry laughed too, and then winced as his head throbbed. “I don’t know. So how did the match end? We lose?”
~*~
Covered by his Invisibility Cloak, Harry quietly crept towards the stairway that would take him down to the fifth floor. Slipping into the shadows of a small alcove, he glanced about before withdrawing a worn piece of parchment from his pocket. Pulling his wand out, he lightly tapped the parchment. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
He had been using the Marauder’s Map a lot lately, mostly trying to keep track of Draco, but tonight he had a different target that he was seeking. Come out where ever you are, he thought as he scanned the map.
His day may have started out crappy, being stuck in detention with Snape while his team faced Ravenclaw in the final match for the Quidditch Cup. But afterwards, as he was returning to the Gryffindor tower, Padma had crossed his path. Without saying anything, but with a coy smile on her face, she slipped a sealed note in to his pocket and walked away.
A bit more happy than he had been, knowing that she had seemingly forgiven him for that bathroom fight with Draco, Harry continued on his way as he read the note. In her chicken scratch that she tried to pass off as writing, it told him to come find her tonight at midnight. Putting the note back in to his pocket when he reached the Fat Lady and giving the password, he entered the tower and was greeted with his second surprise of the day.
Within the Gryffindor Tower a loud celebration was underway. Once Harry entered the tower the noise became deafening. They had not only won, but Ginny had snatched the Snitch from right under Cho’s nose.
Keeping an eye on the time, he listened to Ron rehash the game over and over again. While he had felt sorry for Lavender and how things ended up, he had to admit that single Ron was a lot easier to be around. Then finally, around ten to midnight, with the party still going full force, Harry discreetly slipped out with his Invisibility Cloak and the map in his pockets.
Checking the map before he left, he saw Padma leaving the Ravenclaw Tower. Then a few minutes later, he saw her descending to the fifth floor. Now, he was seeing where she had gone after that. Scanning the map, he found her name now standing still in the Prefects' Bathroom. So that’s where.
“Mischief managed.” Stowing the map back in to his pocket, Harry headed for the Prefects' Bathroom on the floor below. Already having checked to make sure his path was clear, he made it to the door in mere minutes. Giving the password, “Ocean’s Breeze,” Harry watched as the door swung inward a few inches.
Slipping inside, he saw Padma standing before him with a small grin on her face. As the door clicked shut, Padma glanced about for a moment before saying anything. “Took you long enough,” she spoke while pulling her wand from inside her cloak. She had heard the door open but didn’t see anyone come in. She was confident that it was Harry, but he had told her to always be on her guard.
“Well, I had to give some time to my adoring fans,” he fired back. “Need I remind you that we just won the cup, defeating old Ravenclaw.”
“I hope you gave Ginny something for saving your arse,” Padma said as she watched Harry emerge from underneath the Invisibility Cloak.
“Ginny did what I trained her to do: win. Though she’s been acting a bit odd lately, like she’s embarrassed about something,” Harry said as he laid his cloak on a bench off to the side. “You know what’s up?”
A sudden image of the fiery red head doing marvelous, and indecent, things to her boyfriend flashed before her. Pushing the image aside quickly, Padma shrugged and shook her head. “No idea.”
With an expert flip of the wrist, Padma quickly cast two spells. The first was sophisticated locking charm upon the door so they wouldn’t be interrupted. The second was a stronger version of the Imperturbable Charm, because for what she had planned, things may get a little loud. Putting her wand away, she watched Harry approach.
Slipping his arms around her waist, he tugged Padma to his chest. Enjoying the scent of her perfume, Harry placed his lips near her ear. “What’s with the heavy cloak?”
Padma giggled as she slipped out of his grasp. “A little surprise. But tell me, have you learned anything from this little mess?”
“You’re not going to let it go?” Padma shook her head no and Harry sighed. “I’m too impulsive and have to start thinking things through more,” he said, reciting what Padma had told him when she had first lit into him. “Well, you’ll be happy to know I don’t have the book anymore anyway.”
“It wasn’t about the book. You have to start thinking about things more than just a move ahead. You like chess so much, but you still don’t think like a strong player. Besides, you’re not the only idiot. I’m sorry about picking those stupid fights. I’m just not a very good student, I guess.”
Harry smirked as he reached out for her again. “Well then maybe I should assign you detention.”
Padma side-stepped Harry’s grasp. “I was thinking the same thing.” She unclasped her cloak, letting it fall to her feet.
“I believe you’ve broken the dress code,” he joked as his eyes freely roamed over her entire body. She was wearing her usual Ravenclaw uniform, it just happened to be two sizes too small. He wasn’t sure where to look; the short skirt that barely fell below her waist and exposed her long legs or the tiny white shirt that exposed the tan skin of her belly and appeared to be straining to keep her breasts inside.
Giving him a shy but seductive look, Padma walked closer and pressed up against him. “What will you have me do, Professor Potter?”
“Well, I’ll have to think about it,” he quipped while sliding his hands underneath her skirt.
Feeling Harry’s hands firmly cup her rear, Padma moaned softly as he kneaded her. “Don’t take too long. There are some things that call for us to act impulsively.” Grabbing the back of Harry’s head, she brought it down to hers and kissed him deeply.
After a few moments of hands roaming and heavy kissing, Padma broke their embrace and with an exaggerated feminine strut, walked over to the faucets and turned them on. As water began to pour into the large pool, she gazed over her shoulder at Harry. Keeping eye contact, she reached around and undid the skirt, allowing it to fall to her feet.
Finding himself riveted to the spot, his gaze was immediately on her rear and the dark purple lace knickers that barely covered it. She has no idea what’s she’s doing to me. Of all of her beautiful features, perhaps his favorite was her backside and how when he toyed with it, Padma made all sorts of noises. Oh she knows, he thought as she unbuttoned the shirt at an agonizingly slow pace to reveal the matching bra.
Bending over, giving Harry a wonderful view of everything, Padma shut off the faucets. The pool was filled with water, bubbles, and a few other aromas he didn’t recognize. Kicking off her shoes, Padma walked to the edge of the pool. “Why don’t you put your glasses in a safe place?” she suggested
Practically sprinting over to where the cloak lay in a heap, he took off his glasses. He wasn’t exactly blind without them, but the farther away something was from him, the more detail he lost. Just as he turned back around, he heard the sound of Padma diving into the water.
Coming back to the edge, he licked his lips as he saw Padma's lacey underwear and bra on the ground next to her clothes. Then a voice from the water called out to him. “Jump in Harry, the water’s wonderful.”
Seeing a naked Padma floating a few feet away from him provided the divine inspiration for him to move faster than he ever had before. Within seconds, Harry’s t-shirt was gone and he was in a fight against the tangle of jeans, boxers, and trainers. Padma giggled as she watched Harry thrash about until he was finally free.
Once Harry was in the water, she slowly swam around him, rubbing up against him as she moved. “Padma,” Harry said huskily. “Stop taunting me.”
“Harry,” Padma said as she resurfaced in front of him. Fighting hard to focus on what she was saying, Harry tried to listen, distracted by the way the water dripping from her face gave her a beautiful sheen. “I might not agree with what you did, but I realized something: We might not be here tomorrow. We’re at war and who knows what’s going to happen. I love you, and I don’t want to regret not telling you that or showing you.”
His mind went into overdrive. Love was such a strange concept to him, as he never really experienced it. He knew the Weasleys and Hermione cared for him, maybe even loved him like family, but he still struggled to understand it. But he knew he had a strong attachment to Padma, and it went deeper than just the fact she looked fantastic in a short skirt. “I… I lo… lov,” he struggled to say, and then growled in frustration.
“It’s all right, Harry,” she told him, stroking his cheek. “I know.”
Padma shrieked as Harry suddenly grabbed her, hoisted her out of the water, and on to the pool’s edge. “I may not be able to say it, but I can show it.” Spreading her open, Harry smirked as Padma gasped in surprise when he traced a finger down her slit. Draping her legs over his bare shoulders, he continued to tease her most sensitive areas. Then with her gasping for air and fingers digging into his scalp, he leaned in and gently began to lap her slit.
“Yeaahhhh,” Padma groaned as she felt his tongue brush against her slit again. “More.” The more Harry did, the more lost in the sensations she became and eventually lost the ability to even put together a coherent thought, much less speak one.
Encouraged by the gasps and groans she was making, Harry not only quickened his licks but starting to kiss and suck as well, noticing things getting slicker. Suddenly, Padma’s legs wrapped around his head and she lifted her hips off the edge of the pool. Struggling with his balance, Harry grabbed her soft thighs to support her sudden weight on his shoulders and neck, and continued his ministrations. After a few moments, Padma's grip tightened dramatically and she gave a scream as she orgasmed.
Lost in the moment, Harry lost his balance and tipped backwards. Trying to regain his balance, he slipped and they both went tumbling underwater. Harry quickly resurfaced, and after a brief moment of panic for Padma, he watched her as she slowly stood up on wobbly legs. Harry held her arms as she wobbled slightly from the aftereffects of the orgasm and watery crash.
Leaning against him as she tried to regain her breath, she panted, “How did you learn that?” She smiled against his chest as she felt him laugh.
“I just followed the noises,” Harry answered. “I figured the louder you got, the more fun you were having.”
“Prat.”
After a bit of time playing in the water, with a few more orgasms from them both, Harry laid on his back on a towel on the edge of the pool. Padma straddled his waist, and as she massaged his chest, she would slowly ease her hips back to rub herself against his cock. Leaning down under the guise of inspecting a scar, she kissed one of his nipples. Wiggling a little, she gave Harry a Cheshire Cat grin as she felt his cock press harder against her and a soft needy groan escape his lips. “Damn siren.”
“Siren?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Those things that sit out far at sea trying to lure sailors to them, and ultimately to their deaths.”
“Harry.” When he grunted, she laid down on his chest and folded her arms across his shoulders, resting her chin on him. “Do you know how incredibly sexy you are when you use your mind?” Her smile widened as she felt the vibrations of Harry’s laughing.
Raising herself back up, she trailed one hand down his chest while lifting herself up just a little. With her other hand, she reached underneath her, taking Harry’s cock and positioning it underneath her. Never having done anything like this with anyone before, Padma took a deep breath to try and calm her apprehension. Then before she could think twice of it, she lowered herself down on to him.
In an odd sense of pleasure and pain, the pair stared at each other as they both felt him sliding up inside her. Uncomfortable, Padma began shifting. Shifting her hips too hard one way, she began to tip, and because they were connected so intimately, Harry had to go with her or face a tremendous amount of pain.
Rolling over, Padma suddenly found what she was looking for as Harry slid deeper inside her with him on top. “Fuck,” Padma gasped out, to which Harry grinned at hearing her swear. “More, Harry, more,” she whined as her legs wrapped loosely around his waist.
Grasping her hips, Harry began to slowly pull back until he was just barely still inside her, then slowly thrust back in to her. In a mix of groans and moans from both of them, he continued sliding back and forth, while Padma’s hips kept thrusting upward to meet every one of Harry’s thrusts into her.
As they found a rhythm, one of Padma’s hands threaded itself in to her hair while the other began to tug at her nipple. “Harry,” she moaned again.
“Padma,” he growled in return before pulling her as close as he could. Lowering his head as far as he could, he captured her other breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue against the nipple.
Harry felt a strange twinge deep in his body, and felt himself losing control. Desperately trying to hang on to last longer, he couldn’t control it. Harry slammed himself in to Padma as far as he could, and then came hard and fast inside her.
Feeling Harry releasing inside her sent Padma over the edge and she was quickly thrashing around as her body orgasmed as well.
Now spent, the pair collapsed to the ground on top of each other. Carefully, and wincing a little, Harry pulled out of her and rolled over onto his side next to her. For a few minutes, neither of them said anything as they were both gasping for breath.
“Harry,” Padma whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Parvati told me,” she paused as she needed to take a deep breath. “That it gets even better the more often you do it. Lasts longer too.”
“Merlin,” Harry muttered as he flopped back. Padma just giggled softly as she slipped her hand inside his.
~*~
Leaving Dumbledore’s funeral, Padma and Parvati followed in their parents' footsteps back towards the castle. They were to collect their belongings and leave that afternoon for home. As their parents continued on about how they knew this was far too dangerous a place to send their precious daughters, Padma tuned them out and preoccupied her thoughts with Harry.
She had so badly wanted to sit with him during the funeral but her father had insisted they sit together. One didn’t argue too often with her father. But while almost everyone watched the service, she was watching Harry. She was worried about him; she knew Dumbledore’s death had shaken him, but he was putting on a brave face because everyone was watching him. She also knew that he was about to do something stupidly noble. He hadn’t been able to tell her what he was up to, just that he would be going away for a bit.
Reaching the castle entrance, Parvati elbowed Padma in the ribs. When her sister glared over at her, Parvati smirked at her. “Go,” she whispered to her. “I know you want to see him before we go.”
“But what about them?” Padma asked quietly, motioning towards their parents.
Parvati brushed some hair over her shoulder with a smug smile. “I’ll handle them, now go.”
As Parvati interrupted their conversation, Padma quietly stepped away and headed back out of the castle. In the distance, she could hear her mother ask about where she had gone. To which Parvati answered that Padma had gone to the library to return some forgotten books.
Knowing she didn’t have much time, Padma tried to move as quickly as she could. Ruddy heels! Why does mother make me wear these blasted things, she thought, wincing when her ankle buckled slightly as she tried to jog across the grounds. Ignoring the pain in her feet, Padma finally made it to the Quidditch Pitch. Upon entering, she immediately headed for the pitch itself. Seeing no one out there, Padma began to look up in to the stands, starting with the Gryffindor sections.
If he’s wearing his invisibility cloak, he might be impossible to spot.
As she scanned the Gryffindor section, she lucked out when she spotted someone sitting in one of the top rows. Figuring it had to be Harry, she set off in that direction.
Reaching the tower and making her way up the winding wooden steps, she reached the bleachers. Emerging from underneath and in to the front row, she looked up and spotted the figure she had seen from a distance. It’s him. But why's he out here? she thought as she began to climb the rows towards his. When he turned his head to see who was climbing, she gave him a small wave.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked as she reached his row. “I thought you were with your parents.” He watched as Padma made her way towards him.
“And you thought I was just going to leave without saying goodbye?” she asked him rhetorically, to which Harry just shrugged. “Idiot.” Instead of sitting down next to him, Padma decided to make herself comfortable on his lap, dropping down hard on top of him and wrapping one arm underneath his cloak.
Wrapping his arms around her, Harry went back to staring off in to the distance. Padma sat there for a moment, just watching him. “You’re brooding,” she teased, and smiled when he smirked at her.
“I am not. I’m thinking.”
“About?” She knew there was a lot weighing on him, and now with Dumbledore gone, he had to face it on his own. While he had confided a lot in her, maybe more than he should have, this was one of the things that he didn’t talk about. She simply knew that it was dangerous and that she couldn’t go with him.
“Stuff doesn’t make sense,” Harry told her. </i>I know who this R.A.B. is, but I can’t remember why. Who is it, and where the hell is the real Horcrux?</i>
“Anything you can talk to me about it?” she asked, nuzzling his shoulder a little.
“I don’t think Snape killed Dumbledore.”
Padma’s head snapped up and she looked at him like he was crazy. “But you said you saw him.”
Harry nodded. “I saw him cast the spell, but something just isn’t sitting right. Yeah, he’s a greasy git, but… I saw the bastard's face right before he cast, when Dumbledore practically told him to fire. Snape actually showed… emotion? Only for a second, but it was there. I’ve never known him to be anything other than cold and calculating. Plus, Hagrid heard them arguing a while ago.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t think at the time, you know me. I just react.”
Weaving her other arm around his neck and her fingers into his hair, Padma turned his head so he was looking at her. “You’re getting better. Besides, with what you went through, I’m surprised you noticed what you did.” Which was true. She was proud though that he was thinking about it, reflecting on what happened and noticing the small things that he probably wouldn’t have noticed before hand.
“I remember everything,” Harry said softly. “Would it really surprise anyone if he had set the whole thing up?”
“Dumbledore?”
“Yeah. I don’t know, something just doesn’t seem right.”
“Trust your instincts. Just because I keep harping on you to think, I don’t want you to just ignore them. Sometimes I can think too much.”
“You?” Harry asked sarcastically. Padma giggled as Harry pulled her in tighter and kissed her gently. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“You’ll just have to make it up to me when you get back.”
When Harry frowned, Padma knew what he was thinking. “Padma, I don’t-”
“Don’t even say it. You’re coming back. I’m not the type of girl who just has a quick random shag in the Prefects Bathroom with any old bloke,” she said, smiling as she vividly remembered their night in the Prefects Bathroom. “You wouldn’t want to me to get a reputation, now would you?
“Besides, if you don’t come back, I’m coming after you,” she told him. “I don’t care if you’re dead, because I will haunt you in the afterlife. I have my ways.”
“You’re bonkers, you know that right?”
“So I guess some of you did rub off on me,” she fired back, and then pulled his head down to hers so she could kiss him. As they kissed, Harry’s slipped a hand underneath her skirt and gently massaged her thigh. Though she very much enjoyed it, she forced herself to remove Harry’s hand, and slowly stood up. “Come on, I’ve got to get back. My father’s probably throwing a fit.”
“Why do I have to go back? Last I knew your parents weren’t exactly thrilled about me corrupting their daughter,” Harry said with a laugh and holding his hands up in front of him.
Padma grabbed his hands and pulled him up to his feet. “Because I want you to meet them and for them to see that you’re not some Dark Lord leading their little angel astray.”
“Little angel? They obviously don’t know their real daughter.” Harry laughed harder when Padma pretended to pout. “Fine, I’ll go back with you. I should talk to McGonagall before I leave anyway.”
As they reached the bottom of the tower, and solid ground, Harry pulled Padma in to him and kissed her. But unlike their quick little pecks earlier, this one was fiery and passionate. Caught off guard, Padma was quickly overwhelmed; not that she minded too much. But it felt like Harry desperately didn’t want to leave the moment, and that was when it finally sunk in. The road ahead was going to be long and hard, but hopefully, there was a light at the end of it that they would reach soon.
~*~
As he began to wake up, Harry felt something very soft and warm snuggled against his chest. It didn’t take him very long to realize what it was; Padma was pressed firmly against him, with her leg wrapped around his. With a small but goofy smile on his face, Harry kept his eyes closed and simply relaxed. Something he hadn’t been able to do over the past year.
But that was in the past now and it was over. The Horcrux were all destroyed, the Death Eaters either defeated or dead and Voldemort was finally gone. The rebuilding process still needed to be done, but Harry figured that could happen without him. It was time he started being able to enjoy his life.
Since the final battle, Harry had been treated as both a hero and a villain. Some congratulated him and viewed him as an even bigger hero, and others condemned him for not acting fast enough, blaming him for the losses they suffered. Regardless, with the help of some friends, he managed to slip away and go in to hiding. At least for a little while. The natural place to go had always been with Padma. With her urging, Padma’s parents had asked Harry to stay with them for the time being. Though Harry was sure they wouldn’t be too happy with how often the pair seemed to share a bed lately. She’d either sneak in to his room, or drag him into hers.
I really should find my own place anyway. Sneaking around is fun and all, but I think I’ve done enough of that for one life time.
When he returned to Hogwarts, he had seen her immediately in the crowd in the Room of Requirement. She looks the same, but different, was the first thought that ran through his mind when he saw those dark brown eyes. She had given him a small, sad smile, but he felt she did it more for his benefit than anything.
From Parvati and Hermione he had learned that Padma had fought well. Though at the time when she thought he had died, they told him that Padma had been so fueled with anger and grief that she had blasted one Death Eater through an upstairs window, speared another on a spear one of the suits of armor were holding and came dangerously close to being able to cast an Unforgivable.
After everything had settled down, the pair finally got a moment alone. Professor McGonagall had granted him the use of one of the small rooms normally used for visiting guests. Initially, they ran the whole gamut of emotions. But after everything was said and done, Padma and Harry decided to enjoy the room and get reacquainted.
Harry’s grin widened as he remembered the night, and all the fun they had. I didn’t know she could bend like that, he remembered fondly.
Since then they were almost attached at the hip. After spending almost a year apart, neither wanted to be without the other. He knew it wouldn’t last much longer; they both would want their own space eventually. But for now, he was enjoying it.
“Morning,” came her muffled voice against his chest. Like a cat, Padma stretched herself out all over him. “You’re having naughty thoughts, Mr. Potter.”
“What? No.”
She giggled, and slowly opened her eyes to look at him. “You lips say one thing, but your body says another.” Reaching down between them, she ran her fingernails up and down his cock. Enjoying the sound Harry made in the back of his throat as she teased him, she changed up the pace. Going slower, then faster, than slower again.
“Fucking siren,” Harry growled as he tried to grind himself in to her palm.
“You keep calling me Siren, than I’m going to have to come up with a nickname for you.”
Dragging her closer, Harry pinned her hand to his cock using her body. “What about Master?” he asked huskily as a hand slowly wandered down her back.
“Of what?” she asked sarcastically. “I think some kind of chess piece. Too many already see you as a knight, so that’s out. You’re dumb enough to be a pawn though,” she teased, and then gasped and squeaked when Harry pinched her arse. “You’re certainly no king.”
“Will you get to the point of this little drabble,” Harry told her as he hungrily eyed her breasts. “I’ve got other things I’d like to be doing right now.”
“Fine. It’s either rook or bishop, and somehow I think bishop fits better,” she said while wrapping her trapped fingers around his cock and giving it a strong tug. “So why don’t you try and checkmate me, bishop?”
“That’s bad, even for you,” he quipped, before rolling over on top of her. “But if you insist.” Harry chuckled as Padma tried to squirm and fight back, wanting to be on top. But she was smaller and lighter, and with one hand pinned in between them and her other behind her, Harry had the advantage which he intended to use.
Lowering his head, he traced kisses across Padma’s neck while his hands began to toy with her breasts. With him hitting so many of her pleasure points at once, Padma gave a needy cry and her whole body tried to arch but was pinned to the bed by Harry’s weight.
“Harry,” she whined, thrashing a bit as the need and desire were rapidly building inside of her. She wanted him inside her now, hard and fast. She felt him take her cue as he shifted himself a little, positioning himself between her legs. Moving her hand a little, she tugged on him again, trying to urge him to slide inside.
Not needing to be told twice, and with his own desire raging, he slid inside her and grinned like a madman when Padma moaned and her hips bucked up against his. Mine! he thought simply as her legs wrapped around his waist. Rearing up, Harry began to thrust back and forth inside her.
With his weight gone, Padma was able to free her hands. Immediately grabbing his arms, she pulled herself up to him. In their new position, with her on top of a kneeling Harry, Padma took control as she began to ride him. When he gripped her hips, she grabbed the back of his head and buried his head in the valley of her breasts, immediately whimpering as Harry’s tongue began to trace all over her skin.
Feeling Padma rake her newly manicured nails across his back, he felt the familiar feeling of losing control. Things were now on auto pilot, and he couldn’t stop. Does this every time! Makes me go first! Firmly pulling her down to him, he refused to let her bounce back up as he grunted loudly, orgasming hard.
Riding out his climax, enjoying the feelings that rippled through her, Padma ground her hips a few times before finding her own, explosive release. With a tired smile, she felt them tip backwards and fall with him on top of her. Glowing in the aftermath, she felt Harry slid off her and watched as he struggled to stay awake.
“Bloody siren,” he mumbled. “Always making me go first.”
Padma giggled softly. “You just need more practice,” she said rolling on to her side to gaze at him. Watching Harry’s eyes eventually close and his breathing slow, Padma smiled to herself. Slowly getting out of bed, she headed for her personal bathroom and a bath. This is just the beginning. There’s so much I want to show him, so much he’s missed out on. He’s been caged up for so long, I don’t think he even knows what a real life is. There’s so much I want to show him and now it’s like we have all the time in the world. Life is good.