NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8: Chapter 8
Harry woke before dawn, slipping quietly out of bed as the first light of morning crept into the boys' dormitory. The other boys were sound asleep, lost in their dreams, the room filled with the soft sounds of snoring and the rustle of blankets. Harry moved quickly, pulling on his trainers and sneaking out without waking anyone. He was at Hogwarts now, but his routine wouldn't change—he needed the focus, the physical release of pushing his body.
Outside, the grounds were shrouded in mist, the Black Lake shimmering faintly under the pale morning sky. Harry set off at a run, his feet pounding the damp grass as he circled the lake, each stride clearing his mind and sharpening his senses. The chill of the morning air filled his lungs, pushing him to go faster.
After finishing his run, Harry stopped at the water's edge, kicking off his shoes and stripping off his shirt. The cold air prickled against his bare skin, and he relished the sensation, feeling every muscle alive and awake. Without hesitation, he dove into the lake, the icy water shocking his system but invigorating him. He swam with strong, deliberate strokes, cutting through the still water, his mind clear.
As he surfaced, Harry felt the unmistakable sensation of eyes on him. He turned, scanning the shoreline, and saw Lavender Brown standing nearby, half-concealed behind a tree. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her gaze locked onto his bare torso as he swam. Harry noticed the way her eyes roamed over his chest, her lips parted slightly as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.
Harry grinned, enjoying the attention. He continued swimming, exaggerating his movements a little, showing off as he sliced through the water. Lavender's eyes followed every stroke, her expression a mix of curiosity and something more. But when Harry finally climbed out, water streaming down his chest, she had vanished. He shrugged, amused, and made his way back toward the castle, still feeling the exhilaration of the early morning.
Harry returned to the Gryffindor baths, hoping for a quick, warm shower before the day began. As he entered, he spotted Lavender standing by the stalls, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She was fiddling with the edge of her towel, looking anxious but also excited, her eyes darting to Harry as if she'd been waiting for something—or someone.
Harry leaned casually against the wall beside her, his body still glistening from his swim. Lavender glanced at him, her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip nervously. She hadn't expected to see Harry again so soon, and the tension between them was palpable. The stall door beside her opened, and Hermione stepped out, steam swirling around her.
"Morning, Lavender!" Hermione said brightly, her hair wet and tangled. She smiled and gestured for Lavender to take the stall. Lavender nodded, watching Hermione leave before turning back to Harry.
"Why don't you… come in with me, Harry?" Lavender said, her voice light but tinged with a mix of nerves and eagerness. It wasn't because Harry was Harry Potter; it was because he was a man—a rare, tantalizing possibility. Lavender had never seen a man react to her in the way she craved, and the chance of it happening, even if only by accident, was too tempting to pass up.
Harry looked at her, playing the part of the innocent, slightly curious boy. "Sure, if you don't mind," he said, stepping into the stall with her.
Lavender's heart raced as she closed the door behind them, her towel slipping off. She stood there, completely bare, the steam curling around her as she stepped under the warm spray of the shower. Her skin was smooth and soft, her curves on full display, but there was a vulnerability to her movements—like she was waiting for something that never happened.
Lavender tried to keep her composure as she grabbed the soap, her hands trembling slightly. "We should… help each other wash," she suggested, handing the soap to Harry. There was an unspoken hope in her words, a naive but burning desire that maybe, just maybe, Harry's body would respond to hers in a way she'd never seen before. Men in this world were rarely aroused by women, and the thought that it might happen—especially to her—was thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Harry nodded, still playing along with her suggestion, and moved closer. His hands were confident, his touch firm but unhurried as he lathered the soap and began washing her back. Lavender leaned into it, her breath catching as his hands moved up her sides and over her shoulders. She could feel his fingers brushing her skin, and every touch sent shivers of anticipation through her.
Harry's hands drifted lower, gliding over her hips and down to her thighs before moving up to her chest. He rubbed the soap over her breasts, squeezing gently, and Lavender's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the unfamiliar sensation. But as Harry continued to wash her, Lavender's gaze dropped down, and she froze.
For the first time in her life, she saw it—a man's erection, standing tall and firm right in front of her. Lavender's eyes widened in shock and awe. She had never seen this before, not in person, not even in passing. Men just didn't get aroused like this. They rarely showed interest, let alone the physical signs of desire. But here was Harry, and his cock was hard, throbbing slightly as it hung between them.
Lavender's heart pounded, a mix of panic and excitement flooding her senses. She hadn't expected this, hadn't truly believed it would happen. But now that it had, she felt an urgent need to act before the moment slipped away, before Harry's arousal disappeared. "Harry," she said quickly, her voice trembling with both fear and exhilaration. "I… I've never seen… that. Not like this."
Harry glanced down, feigning mild surprise, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. He could see the raw anticipation in Lavender's eyes, the way she was trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Lavender stepped closer, her body brushing against his, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.
"You should… rub it against me," Lavender blurted, her cheeks flushed with both shame and desperate hope. "To… to clean it, I mean. I don't know when I'll… see this again." She was nervous, almost pleading, and Harry could tell she was scared that the moment would fade, that this rare encounter would vanish like a dream.
Harry nodded, keeping up his innocent act, and stepped forward, positioning himself between her legs. He held her waist, guiding his cock to her slick, warm folds. Lavender gasped as she felt him press against her, her body trembling at the unfamiliar sensation. She closed her eyes, savoring the contact as Harry began to thrust, his cock rubbing slowly against her, his movements deliberate and firm.
Lavender's mind spun with the reality of it all—Harry's cock was actually hard, and it was touching her. She could feel every inch of him sliding against her, the wet heat of their bodies mingling under the spray of the shower. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as she lost herself in the moment.
Harry's thrusts were slow at first, testing, but he soon picked up the pace, grinding against Lavender with a steady rhythm. Lavender moaned, her hips moving instinctively to meet his, her body craving more of the rare pleasure she'd never thought she'd experience. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their movements filled the stall, echoing off the tiled walls.
Lavender was overwhelmed, her senses on fire as Harry continued thrusting. He didn't stop, didn't lose his arousal, and every stroke sent jolts of pleasure through her. Lavender clung to him, her mind reeling as she realized just how long this was lasting—longer than she'd ever dreamed possible. She had hoped for just a moment of contact, but Harry was giving her far more, and she could barely keep up with the intensity of it.
Harry's hands gripped her waist tightly, his movements growing more deliberate, more forceful. He thrust against her relentlessly, his cock sliding over her slick folds, and Lavender's moans grew louder, her body arching against his. She was lost in the sensation, her heart racing as Harry's stamina seemed boundless.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry pulled Lavender close, his grip firm as he reached his peak. He came with a shudder, releasing hot, thick spurts onto her back, and Lavender gasped, feeling the warm mess spread across her skin. She was breathless, her mind spinning, her body still buzzing with the lingering echoes of their unexpected encounter.
She looked at Harry, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. Lavender had thought she was luring him into something innocent, something fleeting, but now she realized Harry had known exactly what he was doing all along. She had seen something she never expected, felt something she thought was impossible, and as she stood there, breathless and exhilarated, Lavender knew she'd never forget this moment.
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