Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 27 Early Release (Patreon)

"Brainstorming and Bodysuits"

The next day was only a half day of lessons. Harry was immensely grateful for this, mainly due to how distracted he was throughout the day.

Firstly, the “Golden Trio” were planning to meet in their free afternoon to talk about options. Secondly, Lavender and Parvati’s invite was for tonight…and the girls had been reminding him of that fact all morning!

Firstly, both girls got large parcels delivered in the owl post. Each was wrapped up in elegant purple paper with “Frivolous” embossed in flowing writing.

Several of the Gryffindor girls crowded round giggling, clearly familiar with the brand from Diagon Alley. Parvati opened her parcel just enough to peek inside, before blushing heavily.

Lavender meanwhile, didn't even bother to open hers, instead choosing to glance Harry's way. Seeing him looking over curiously, Lavender winked before licking her lips sensually. She then turned to engage the gaggle of girls in conversation.

Harry shivered slightly in arousal.

Throughout the mornings lessons, Lavender and Parvati always made sure to sit in a spot that was in the eye line of Harry. They would then tease him with subtle looks, tweaks of their uniform…even the occasional flash!

Harry was sure that at one point, Professor Sprout had seen them lift their skirts to show him their matching black thongs while they were in the greenhouses. Though she seemed to simply roll her eyes and continue the lecture.

By the time Harry bustled into the room of requirement behind Ron and Hermione, the room having the same trio of cosy chairs with a central table and a fireplace that it had before, he was thankful to be able to sink into the plush leather with a sigh.

“Tough life eh, Harry! Those two might just eat you up!” Ron chuckled, sitting down himself. Then he received a cushion in the face, thrown by Harry. He grumbled as Harry grinned, conjuring a new cushion with a thought to the room and putting it back at his back.

Hermione shook her head. “Boys, we're here for a reason, yes?” The pair nodded, and Ron rubbed his eyes before looking at Harry expectantly.

Harry nodded, fishing out the Marauder's map, muttering “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” before opening it up onto the table in front of them.

“I had meant snacks, but that works too” Ron snarked. Harry rolled his eyes, before looking to the side. “Dobby?”

With a soft pop, Dobby appeared beside them with an enthusiastic hop. “The great Harry Potter calls for Dobby? Oh, I had thought you would never! Dobby even got a job at Hoggywarty in order to help the great Harry Potter!”

Harry raised his hands in a placating gesture. “It's great to see you too, Dobby. Sorry I didn't call you sooner, I didn't know it was an option…”

Dobby nodded, the tea cosy he had taken to wearing as a hat wobbling slightly. “Oh, you can call Dobby whenever! Dobby is a free elf, and can work for who he likes!”

“Then could we please get some tea and snacks in here?” Harry requested, and Dobby's eyes widened and he smiled. 

“Yes, great Harry Potter sir! Dobby will get lots of snackses for him and his Weasley and Hermy!” He then popped back out almost silently.

“...excitable one isn't he? I think that's the first time I've actually met him. Your description didn't do him justice” Ron muttered, eyeing the spot that Dobby disappeared from with a calculating look.

Hermione huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “I still don't like how the elves are enslaved…but I'm glad you talked me out of trying to free them all, Harry. I can't believe I called something “S.P.E.W.””

Harry winked. “It's hardly the worst anagram in the wizarding world. Now, shall we?”

Soon, all three were looking over the map, with surrounding smaller tables piled up with all manner of biscuits, cakes and sandwiches. Dobby had honestly out done himself, but none of them were complaining.

They had the map open on the defence office, where Moody’s name was still stationary. Though, Harry could swear it was in a different corner than the last time they had looked…

A quick sweep of the map and they were able to find Crouch Jr.s name…currently in Dumbledore’s office.

They weren't alone however, as there was also Professor McGonagall and Crouch Sr.!

“They must be having a meeting about the tournament…makes sense, it's starting next week. Still, sick fuck, being able to pretend when his father's right there in front of him…”

“Moody must be there as he was helping with security for the tournament. A convenient excuse. I wonder why Ludo Bagman isn't there, I thought he was also helping?”

Ron scoffed and reached for a slice of cake. “He’s probably still trying to outrun the goblins. Would've scammed the twins had it not been for your heads up about the leprechaun gold. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Harry just saluted with the biscuit in his hand.

“So, elephant in the room” Ron muttered, mouth still full of Victoria sponge, “Do you want to stop Crouch Jr. before, or after he gets your name chosen for the tournament?”

Harry had had a lot of time to think this through. “After. Crouch isn't the target, Voldemort is. If I can still get to that graveyard, but be better prepared…I could stop a lot more than just one death eater.”

Hermione nodded, though she looked worried. “Doing that would mean facing him alone…even with better preparation, that’s dangerous.”

Harry sighed. *I know…but compared to what happened afterwards? I'll take my chances. Voldemort, Nagini…Pettigrew. All were present. If even one can be dealt with, as well as stopping the ritual? Then we would have an advantage.”

Ron took a swig of tea. “Right. Then we need to figure out a couple of things. First, how to prepare you. Beyond training, which I know you've been doing down by the lake most mornings”

Harry shrugged. He had been spending most mornings before breakfast taking a jog around the lake to keep his fitness up. He also mixed it with casting his patronus to keep improving on his cast time. Now, Prongs would be a common sight trotting beside him as he completed his lap around the lake.

“Well…I need to get to the end of the tournament first. And that was hard enough the first time. The challenges may even be different. We can't exactly plan for that until we know what they are.”

"Then let's plan for what we can. We know you get whisked off to a graveyard who-knows-where. We need a way to track you so we can send help once you get portkeyed.”

Hermione frowned. “We know where, a place called Little Hangleton. It's not a magical residence, but it will be on a muggle map…”

Hermione scribbled a note on the parchment she had beside her. “I'll ask around, see if anyone I know could ask their parents to send us an ordinance survey map.”

Harry was about to ask why she couldn't ask her own parents, before biting his tongue. He had almost forgotten that this world's Hermione didn't have such a good relationship with her parents.

“Ok, so when we know where it is, we can get people there. The question is…who?” Ron asked as he looked at the pair.

“Well, us, obviously. But as for adults? Dumbledore?” Hermione asked. Harry shrugged. “Perhaps, but this requires pre planning. You could simply grab him and say you know where I went, but I'm unsure how much I want to tell him about my…situation.”

The pair nodded. “Then we'll have to decide which adults to trust. I would say Sirius, but I assume he is still out of the country?”

Harry nodded, but had a small smile on his face. “Having great fun, as far as I could tell. I don't want to take that away from him just yet, he deserves to recover from Azkaban. I've no doubt he'll head straight here when it's announced that I was chosen as a champion, like he did last time.”

“Then we can tell him at that time. In the meantime, let's think about the tasks. Your choices last time worked, but it's good to have options.” Hermione then spread out her parchment over the map, ready to make notes. 

The trio spent the next hour debating possible tasks, as well as solutions. Harry couldn't help but smile, despite the stressful topic. “This…this is what it's like to have friends behind your back.”

By the time dinner was wrapping up in the great hall, Harry was starting to fidget.

He had seen Lavender and Parvati head out earlier, throwing him meaningful looks as they did. Their planned meetup was now less than an hour away, and despite having essentially done this with them once before, he still felt a little nervous.

Ron was further down the table, eating with Faye to make up for spending the entire afternoon with them. Hermione was still sitting next to him, currently casting a spell onto her own nails.

This spell seemed to be designed to apply her preferred colour of nail polish on. A cosmetic spell that the old Hermione likely would have never bothered with…

“You're fretting” Hermione said as she finished one hand in a deep purple before moving to the other hand. 

Harry blinked. Then sighed. “Yeah…sorry. Not used to the whole…popular with the ladies thing yet”

Hermione hummed, concentrating on finishing her nails before inspecting them and looking back up to him. “You'll be fine. Lavender just wants a good time, and with your skills, she'll get it. Parvati might be an unknown, but I've no doubt you'll figure out what makes her tick. You always were a quick learner.”

Harry snorted. “True, when it was life and death…think this counts?” Hermione just rolls her eyes before grabbing her dessert of choice.

“Only if you're late. Shouldn't you be heading there soon?” Harry cast a quick tempus, before agreeing and starting to stand from the table. 

“Fair enough. You're not coming then?” he asked. Hermione smirked. “Oh, I'll get to see the fun, don't worry. Just focus on them, yeah?”

Harry nodded before walking towards the exit.

Soon, Harry found himself standing outside the abandoned classroom. With a roll of his shoulders, he reached up and knocked firmly three times.

There was a pause, and Harry frowned. “Lav? Parvati? It's Harry…” Before he could finish, the door swung open.

Inside was no immediate sign of either girl. They had clearly been busy, however, as the room had been turned from the classroom it had been into an impressive suite.

There was a large, curved red sofa in the middle  room, with the floor now covered by soft rugs and carpet. The edges of the room had drapes hung to hide the bookshelves and the large bay window. Light was provided by a number of floating scented candles.

And right in the middle of the room, directly in front of the sofa, was a raised dais with a single, sturdy pole rising from it to the ceiling.

Harry swallowed, and strode into the room properly. As soon as he did, the door swung closed behind him.

Another glance around the room didn't reveal Lavender or Parvati, though now he could see a large corner of the room sectioned off by heavy velvet curtains.

“Take a seat, Harry. The show is about to start!” Came Lavender's voice, followed by a giggle from Parvati. The voice was seemingly coming from all directions, a clever “Sonorous” spell clearly in use.

Harry headed to the sofa and sat down, as music similar to what played in the fitting room at frivolous began to play from behind the curtains.

These curtains were then thrown open, revealing the girls beyond. And Harry's brain stalled briefly.

Neither girl was nude, in fact they were almost completely covered, showing far less skin than their school uniforms do. And yet…nothing was hidden at the same time!

They were each wearing skintight bodysuits. And by tight, he meant really tight! Each outfit hugged their figures to show it off to amazing effect.

Lavender's was a deep red, her larger breasts jiggling within the confines from an obvious lack of bra, given her nipples were clearly visible poking the material out. It hugged her slimmer waist before pouring over her wide hips beneath.

For Parvati, her bodysuit was pure white which contrasted nicely with her mocha skin. Add the fact that it was sheer as a result, and her dark nipples were not only poking through, they were downright visible. Her smaller bust did not detract from the sight in any way. These suits were clearly made to measure.

Looking lower, Harry saw they were just as form fitting there. They conformed so closely that each of their folds were visible, especially since their apparent arousal was making both their suits damp and cling. Seriously, Harry could lip read through these outfits.

“... I'm not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. Certainly not complaining though girls.” Harry finally managed to force out, raising his eyes back up to their matching amused grins.

“Told you he'd like them, Parv! Now, how about you help Harry get comfortable, while I show him what I got?” Lavender giggled, before swaying her way towards the pole.

Parvati gave an almost shy smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. Considering her current attire, it was an entertaining contrast. She then walked towards Harry with far more confidence than she had shown the last time they had been in this room together.

“Just enjoy the show, Harry. Lav has been practicing a lot recently” she said, as she reached him. Rather than simply sit next to him, Harry was surprised when she chose to kneel down on the floor next to him, resting her chin on his knee and looking up at him with wide, lustful eyes.

His own eyes were then drawn back to where Lavender had reached the pole in the middle of the room. Matching the rhythm of the music playing, she began to move and dance with sensual grace.

She rolled her hips, dropping down into a squat before teasingly spreading her knees, showing off the damp core beneath as her bodysuit clung even more to her form. Lavender gave him a smirk, before licking between the fingers of one hand in an obvious way to show she knew just what Harry wanted to do to her at this moment.

Harry's arousal began to get painful, confined as it was within his trousers. Something Parvati was well aware of and was quick to take advantage of.

Her hands deftly moved up his leg, tracing the throbbing outline of his cock through the material. “Mmmm, you like Lavender's idea then, Harry? Let me help you out a bit…”

Harry simply sighed in relief as the Indian beauty aided in sliding his pants down to his knees, freeing his erection into the cooler air of the classroom.

It stood tall, easily as thick and hard as he'd ever been, throbbing in time to his heartbeat.

Lavender's pupils seemed to dilate slightly in arousal at the sight. Her dancing gained more urgency, until she grabbed the pole behind her and spun around it. She even gripped it and lifted her torso and legs above her on the pole, before holding it purely with her legs, upside down and staring at the pair of them as she cupped her breasts in front of herself.

By now, Parvati had leaned forwards, and her warm breath was bathing his cock. Looking back up at him fixated on her friend, she smirked and opened her mouth, before engulfing half his length.

This distracted him from Lavender, making him groan and look back at his lap. Parvati was making a valiant effort in trying to deepthroat him, but he was simply too large and she hadn't the practice to accommodate him all.

As a result his cock bumped against her tonsils, making her eyes water. She pulled back, coughing and leaving a string of saliva connecting them. “Sorry! I can do better, I'm sure! You're bigger than I remembered…”

Harry chuckled, smiling and reaching down to stop her attempt to take him once more. “Parvati, even Ginny struggled for the first time. Besides, this is your first time with a guy, am I right in that?”

Parvati nodded shyly, looking away from him towards Lavender, who was now back on the ground but had the pole hugged between her impressive breasts. She was watching them silently, and when their eyes met, she gestured to Harry with her head.

“Yes…” she admitted. 

Harry nodded, before reaching forwards and tipping her head up. “Then I want you to enjoy yourself, not just me. Come here.”

He then took her arm and gently guided her upwards. She rose, and allowed Harry to guide her until she was now straddling his lap, her breasts mashed against his muscular chest and their faces inches apart. She could feel his cock running between her legs and resting against her ass.

The pair stared at each other…before on an unknown signal they closed the gap and started kissing passionately.

This was not a gentle kiss, it was one of pent up arousal and desperately seeking pleasure. Parvati was clearly more aroused than Harry had realised, and she was now determined to get her fill.

Unpracticed at deepthroat she may have been, but she clearly knew how to kiss. Her tongue had found his, and they were wrapped in a competition Harry wasn't sure he was going to win!

After several minutes, they were forced to come up for air. Panting and still staring at each other, Harry chuckled.

“How expensive is this bodysuit?” He asked, as he held her hips and slowly lifted her higher, allowing his length to move along her folds and line up with her still covered entrance.

“Very…even with Lav’s helpful discount…but don't worry, it has self repairing charms too.” Parvati grinned, clearly understanding where he was going.

It was all he needed to hear, as he pulled her back towards him and thrusted up. The material gave some resistance initially, stretching over his glans and pushing inside of her, making them both groan.

“Yes, fucking ruin her Harry! I'll buy her any number of outfits if it means you satisfy us both!” Lavender cried out from her spot.

Glancing over, he was treated to the sight of her humping the pole, the bodysuit allowing him to see her folds grip the thin piece of metal and glide up and down through her folds. She was even leaving a trail of arousal up its length.

With that sight burned into his memory, he thrusted again, this time succeeding in tearing the thin white material and burying deeply into Parvati's soaked core.

And it wasn't just the suit that tore, the other resistance proved that Parvati was indeed a virgin. She hiccuped slightly as a small trickle of blood escaped her as her hymen was also broken.

Harry paused, rubbing her back and hugging her closely, kissing her forehead and allowing her to recover and get used to his girth.

“You good?” He whispered. 

After a brief pause, Parvati nodded. “Yes, the pain was brief. Now…I feel so full. Fuck me Harry, like you did Lav last time!”

Harry needed no more asking, grabbing her ample ass and beginning to thrust deeper and harder, trying to make sure he never went too deep. He knew not every girl liked their cervix getting hammered like Ginny did, after all.

He was clearly doing something right, as Parvati howled in pleasure, her hands grasping his shoulders and her face tucked into the crook of his neck where she was drooling slightly on his collarbone.

Over her shoulder, Harry could further enjoy the view of Lavender losing it while watching them.

She had completely abandoned the pole, now choosing to sit on the edge of the dais with her legs spread wide in a split, showing off impressive flexibility.

She was clearly confident in the self repairing charms of the bodysuits, as she had completely torn away patches at both her groin and breasts. One hand was currently roughly playing with the nipple on her left breast, while the other was three fingers deep into her sopping pussy.

Harry felt Parvati's folds start to tighten in impending orgasm. The keening groan that was building was clearly a sign as well.

He started to vary his thrusts, slowing down and speeding up, shallower then deeper, all in an attempt to hold off her orgasm until the last possible moment. After all, he wanted her first orgasm from him to be a good one…

Parvati, however, clearly disagreed with his plan. “You bastard….I want to cum, please let me cum…”

Harry smirked into the crook of her neck. “I'm just making sure you have fun. Wouldn't want to be accused of being a quick shag now, would I?”

Harry felt her clench again, and he slowed again, tearing another frustrated growl from her throat. “I'm going to go mad if you don't let me finish…please!”

Harry glanced at Lavender once more. By now, her fluids had soaked the floor beneath her, but she was showing no signs of stopping her fingering. As their eyes met, a quick non verbal conversation and a nod from her made up Harry's mind.

“Please what, Parvati?” He asked, rubbing her back and easing in again just enough to keep her pussy clenching tightly.

Parvati paused, eyes wide and breathing heavily. “Please…Master” she whispered. Harry felt her clench again, purely from saying that word.

“So, I was right…”

“Be honest with me, Parv. What is it you want?”

Parvati looked up at him, her eyes so deep in lust he felt he could drown in it. “Please, Master. Fuck me. Make me cum. Make me squirt everywhere. I want to be limping out of here as a reminder of your cock!”

Harry obliged. His hips were a blur, giving up edging her entirely and pushing her over that long threshold.

Parvati screamed to the ceiling, her whole body tensing. A gush of squirt soaked his chest as her body shook and her eyes rolled back into her head.

It was enough to push Harry to his own climax. Thankfully, he had the presence of mind to pull out just before he came.

His cock shot lengths of cum, all of them flying off behind Parvati. The first, and strongest, had enough momentum to land onto Lavender's chest and stomach.

This, combined with the sight of her best friend being so thoroughly finished, was enough to make her also moan in orgasm. Her legs slamming shut on her fingers as the puddle beneath her got noticeably larger.

Parvati slumped bonelessly, the only thing stopping her falling off him was Harry holding her weight up from behind.

He gently guided her down till she was lying next to him on the couch. She barely stirred, too far gone to do anything but sleep.

Lavender recovered quickly, clapping her hands in excited glee. “Wow! That was better than I could have imagined! You really gave her a good time there”

She stood up on shaky legs, before glancing down at her outfit and tutting. She then touched an almost invisible darker patch in her leg, which then caused the rest of the outfit to glow and visibly start stitching the two large holes in it closed once more.

 Harry grinned, pleased that he was able to give Parvati a good first experience. “Sorry, give me a few…I'm gonna need to recover before I can give you the same.”

Lavender walked forwards, and waved him off. “Honestly, Harry? I'm good. I wanted tonight to be more about her, given I've already shagged you. Besides, I want the next time to be with all three of us.”

She looked at her friend, who has still yet to stir. “Though I doubt that will be tonight now. By the way, how did you know she had a submission kink?” 

Harry shrugged. “I didn't. At least, not before coming in here. She seemed more comfortable wearing that bodysuit and kneeling at my feet than she had at any other point we had interacted. So…lucky guess?”

Lavender sighed, before looking at Parv fondly. “Perceptive, aren't you? Good, it made her first time with a guy even better. She'll definitely want seconds after that!”

Lavender then turned and deliberately sat in his lap. Harry groaned, feeling his cock stir at the feeling of her soft ass barely contained by the bodysuit.

“Now, tell me all about what you and Sue got up to after the duelling trials, Harry! Don't leave out any juicy details!”

Harry groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa, ignoring Lavender's giggles from his lap.

“Trust Lavender to want to gossip, even after that…”