The Best of a Bad Situation (BoBS for short)

Chapter 3 – Parvati’s Dare


“Okay Parvati. I dare you to….”

Harry paused, not sure what he wanted her to actually do. Harry had been planning to make her cluck like a chicken or bark like a dog (or something else equally humiliating), but he wasn’t a fool. With four half dressed girls, himself in just his boxers, and all of them being well on their way to getting smashed, he knew his dare called for something a little more extreme. Remembering what she and Lavender claimed, Harry knew of the perfect stunt.

“Parvati, I dare you to show the rest of us how exactly you and Lavender ‘play’ together; like Ginny had mentioned.”

Lavender got an evil smile on her face, while Ginny was trying to hold in her laughter, and Hermione was blushing profusely.

The latter spoke up. “I don’t think that’s called for Harry,” she said. “That’s extremely personal. Isn’t seeing Parvati’s knickers enough for you?”

Harry disagreed. The two vixens had always been adventurous (they were Gryffindors after all), and might have agreed even without the alcohol. Besides, Harry hadn’t seen that much of Parvati’s underwear when she had flashed them. Hermione thought that’d be enough, but Harry had other plans. Obviously, the vodka she’d just drank hadn’t affected her much yet if she was still thinking responsibly.

“It’s just a dare, Hermione,” Parvati said. “It’s not like Harry’s forcing us or anything. And it’s not like there’s any repercussions if we refuse. We never set any ground rules, so this is just a friendly dare. Besides; I don’t mind giving a little show. You’ve seen us kiss and stuff before. I don’t mind if Lavender doesn’t.”

“Nope,” the other girl said, “not me. But I want to dare somebody too. I think we should all get a chance.”

“What if I don’t want to do a dare?” Hermione asked.

“Well, you have to, if we all do as well,” Ginny answered.

“Oh, like your dare was really all that bad,” teased Parvati. “You got to undress Harry Potter for crying out loud! Awhile ago you would have paid to do that!”

“Paid?” Harry laughed. He was embarrassed too, but not as much as Ginny was. But the fact that he was her old crush was nothing new, and Harry reached over to give her a comforting hug. As she stiffened and then relaxed into his embrace, he whispered something in her ear.

“You won’t ever have to pay me again.”

Ginny tensed up again, and Harry was so entertained by her predicament, that his libido once again went into remission, and his erection subsided.

“Okay, how about this?” Harry addressed the group. “Parvati and Lavender have to do the dare, since I already issued it. Then afterward how about we play a proper game of Truth or Dare? That way, we all get a chance to play, and Hermione doesn’t have to do anything if she doesn’t want. The questions may be embarrassing, but she can always ask for truth on her turn.”

“I’m in,” Ginny agreed.

“Us too,” chimed in Lavender and Parvati. As if thinking about the still unanswered challenge, Lavender was already rubbing Parvati’s shoulder, and gently kissing them occasionally. Harry tried not to notice.

“I don’t know,” Hermione considered.

“Come on, Hermione,” Ginny pleaded. “You know me and the girls will keep out mouths shut. We already know most of your secrets anyway. And Harry’s still going to be obliviated, so that’s not an issue. Why not?”

“Okay,” she gave in, “but only on a few conditions. I’m not writing love letters to Snape or anything disgusting like that that I could get in trouble for. So all the dares have to stay in the room. And I’m not taking off my clothes, no matter what! So you can just forget about that Harry!”

Harry had to laugh. He didn’t have a problem with that, as Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati hadn’t thought to make the same promise. “Okay; I don’t mind.”

“You don’t mind?” Hermione repeated. She didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed at his quick agreement.

“Well,” he teased, “I might mind, but I’ll respect your decision. I think we should add a few more rules ourselves. Nobody can dare someone something that they’d not be willing to do themselves. And all dares have to have a time limit. So no ‘I dare you to stand on your head all night long’ or anything like that. Anything else?”

“Oh, I know!” Lavender squealed. “If anybody hesitates on a dare or a truth question, you have to take another shot of vodka. And if you want, you can challenge the person daring you or asking you a question. So if you think that person’s not willing to do it or answer it themselves, you turn the table on them. But there should be some sort of punishment or something.”

“That sounds fair,” Hermione agreed. “How about this? Let’s say Harry dares me to do something, and I don’t think he’d do it. If I challenge him, and he does, then I have to also, and he gets one more turn. If Harry chickens out and refuses, then he has to take another shot, and the group together can come up with some sort of punishment. Each punishment will suit the crime, but if the whole group agrees, then Harry has to do it, or we’ll curse him or something.”

“That sounded way too confusing to me,” Harry admitted, “but I trust you.”

Ginny agreed. “I got lost when you said ‘that sounds fair.’ I’ve had too much to drink already. But I’m game.”

“Well I followed you Hermione,” Lavender said, “and I think it’s a good idea. I can’t picture backing out of anything, so me and Parvati are in. Now can we please get back to Harry’s dare? I want to ravish my girlfriend!”

Having all agreed to the terms of the game, Hermione had no reason to stop them, and Harry smiled and said, “Ravish away!”

Lavender giggled, and started to kiss more of Parvati’s neck and shoulders. Her hands, which until then had been rubbing her arms, made their way down to Parvati’s waist, and held her close. Harry was beginning to get a stiffy again as the kisses became less a thing a friend would do, and more intimate. Parvati had her eyes closed and her head thrown back resting against Lavender’s shoulder, and the only sounds she made were moans when Lavender occasionally nibbled on Parvati’s ear.

“Do they really do this often? And in front of people?” Harry whispered to Ginny. He wasn’t taking his eyes of the two girls, but he really wanted to know how long he’d been missing out on a show like this.

“They’ve been playing like this since their third year Harry,” Ginny whispered back, “although I don’t think they’ve gone too far until recently. Only a few girls have seen them kiss, but Hermione might have seen more. Sharing a dorm room with them, I can only imagine.”

“That’s so hot!” Harry was amazed. He also hadn’t meant to say his thoughts out loud.

“Yes it is,” Ginny admitted back. Then realizing what she said, she blushed furiously and looked away. Damn alcohol and its influence!

Harry had whipped around to look at Ginny when she admitted that, and saw Ginny was getting a little excited too. Her nipples were starting to show through her thin nightshirt, and Harry was glad he wasn’t the only one getting hard again.

“Ginny,” Harry said,” don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s cool you think it’s hot. Remember, I’m not going to remember any of this in the morning, so just relax and enjoy the show.”

By then Parvati had her head turned over her shoulder, kissing Lavender frantically, while Lavender’s hands had moved to Parvati’s midriff, and rubbed at her stomach. Parvati’s baby-doll top had ridden high again, and her knickers peaked out to say hello to Harry.

“Turn around,” Lavender muttered in a brief pause as she came up for air from kissing Parvati. Parvati complied immediately, and got to her knees to turn around. In the quick moment, Harry caught a glimpse of Lavender’s knickers too, and was pleased to see matching red to her camisole. He was bending down to look closer, when his view got obstructed by Parvati plopping back down on Lavender’s lap. This time it was her straddling her friend, sitting on Lavender’s lap, chests pressed against each other.

“Could you be anymore obvious, Harry?” Hermione asked. She’d be uncharacteristically quiet since the two had started to kiss, and Harry wondered why.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “but I never thought I’d get the chance to see this! It’s not exactly an everyday occurrence.”

“Maybe not to you,” she said. Then Hermione did the strangest thing, and smiled at him seductively. “You just wait and watch what they do next.”

Liking that idea a while lot, Harry turned his complete attention back to the girls. Parvati had her back to Harry now, and he had a clear view of her bum. Her top had ridden up so high, Harry even caught a glimpse of skin at her waist, above the waistband of her panties. Which were very small by the way. Now with a closer look, Harry was pleased with what he found.

Like her matching teddy, Parvati’s knickers were bright white, which looked heavenly against her creamy brown skin. They weren’t a thong or anything meant to be provocative, but they were skin tight, and had a very narrow waistband that Harry appreciated. He couldn’t see what the front looked like, but Parvati’s rear was adorned with small ruffles that perfectly matched the pattern on her top. Not the sexiest things by far, but surely nothing to sneeze at. In fact, Harry liked the look, as it reminded him of the popular muggle trend of girls dressing like school girls with braids.

Lavender’s hands were both wrapped tightly around Parvati’s hips, hugging her so close to her chest that Harry saw Parvati’s breasts were pressed so tightly under her arms that the roundness of them were swelling against the material of her top. Parvati’s arms were much lower, and if Harry had taken the time to crawl around them, he would have seen her cupping Lavender’s ass; her hands still over the material of her knickers, but under the silky camisole.

Harry was growing very aroused now, and had to shift in his seat. Hoping Hermione and Ginny weren’t paying attention, he even had to arrange himself in a more comfortable position. If he hadn’t, he was sure he’d of popped out of his boxers by then. Thank Merlin he was wearing a pair that buttoned shut.

“Oh, Lavender, don’t stop!” That got Harry’s attention real quick, and turning back to the peep show, he saw Lavender had loosened her grip on Parvati some, and had slipped her hands around front. No longer rubbing the Indian girl’s back, instead now she was stroking her stomach, and Harry could see hands moving higher. The girl’s position didn’t let Harry or Ginny see anything but the view from behind Parvati, but Hermione was sitting at an angle, and had the perfect view of what was going on. Judging from her look, Harry was sure he was missing out.

Lavender moved her hands up fully now to cup Parvati’s breasts, and over the push-up bra lightly traced the outline of her nipples. Parvati moaned as she gave in to her friend’s ministrations, and threw back her head in ecstasy as Lavender delved between her breasts. This time even Harry and Ginny could see Lavender use her tongue to trace her way down from Parvati’s mouth, suck along her throat, and lick along the edges of Parvati’s teddy. Her heaving breasts were like two glorious mountains in the distance, as they each were displayed in perfection as Parvati arched her back, and offered them up to be climbed. From his seat Harry couldn’t see the scrap of material supporting her breasts from underneath, although he knew it to be there. All he saw was the fleshy top halves that looked so good, as Lavender continued to worship them.

Ginny was staring at the scene just as intensely as Harry was, not moving a muscle. Never before had she seen such an act of passion, not even between a guy and girl. The mere fact that these were both females; friend of hers who she knew in fact; made the experience all the more intense. The brief relationship she’d had with Michael Corner had never led to something like this. Sure they shared some kisses, and she even allowed him to feel her up once. But that had been a quick and awkward moment in a broom closet, and they’d broken up before getting the chance to practice. But what Lavender was doing to Parvati was…was sexy. Ginny only hoped that she’d find someone to treat her like that. Boy or girl; it didn’t matter; as long as it felt right. And if someone could make her moan like Parvati was, then she’d know she found the right person.

Hermione was having similar thoughts, although without the gender preference crisis. She knew she firmly liked boys, but even her stern personality reacted to the show her roommates were putting on. Too much it reminded her of the times Lavender and Parvati would crawl into each other’s bed, and make those same noises. When they first started in third year it had been harmless fun; mostly just pecks on the cheek, then practicing proper kisses when they became bolder. They’d invited Hermione to join the fun, but she had declined the invitation. She’d always felt more comfortable with Harry and Ron, and wasn’t interested in boys yet. Years later when the two often shared a bed, Hermione had been fine with it, and promised to keep their secret. She only wished they had learned to put up silencing charms before turning out the lights.

Those first nights had been very embarrassing for Hermione, and she’d been too afraid to mention their noise in the mornings. After awhile it had gone on too long, and Hermione had become used to the distraction. When the shock wore off, the sounds her roommates made even began to elicit sexual thoughts of her own. By then she’d had a brief relationship with both Victor Krum and a muggle boy over a summer, as well as the frustrating stale-mate with Ron to fantasize over. So knowing that Lavender and Parvati were occupying themselves, Hermione often gratified herself to their soundtrack. She’d never thought about them per say, but their moans, screams, and frenzied noises were so erotic that they were hard to ignore.

So like a conditioned dog salivating at the chime of a bell, as Hermione continued to watch her roommates go at it, their pleasured voices turned her on. Without even knowing it, Hermione was rubbing her thighs together, while sliding a single hand under her cut-off wife beater. She still wore a bra, but Hermione was in no rush (Parvati and Lavender sometimes went on for hours), and used just her fingertips to trace designs on her pale skin.

Ginny was still frozen watching the girls, but Harry was keeping an eye on everybody, and was shocked severely when Hermione started to squirm and touch herself. He almost went to stop her; it was so unlike the friend he knew; when he caught himself, and forced his eyes away.

Lavender was still sucking between Parvati’s breasts, and Parvati was as limp as straw, still with her head thrown back enjoying every moment of it. The only thing that had changed was that Parvati’s hands were holding onto Lavender’s shoulders; one which was completely bare as her spaghetti strap had slid off. Lavender’s own hands were now each buried under the ruffled knickers of Parvati, in plain sight of everyone. Kneading the meat of her ass, each hand had slid under the fabric above the back of each thigh, and Parvati’s tight panties were stretched so tight, the top had slid down far enough to allow everyone a view of the crease of her ass. Harry only saw a quick view though, because not a second later Lavender had withdrawn her hands, and moved them to Parvati’s shoulders.

Not saying a word, slowly Lavender began to peel the material down, revealing more of Parvati’s pert breasts centimeter by slow centimeter. With each new expanse of coffee colored skin, Lavender would use her tongue to paint on a layer of attention. Just as Harry swore he saw deep brown nipples though, Parvati sat up quick, grabbing Lavender’s face in a demanding kiss.

Disappointed at the move, Harry had to settle for staring at Parvarti’s ass again while the two kissed some more. It was only a quick snog this time though, as Lavender returned to pealing Parvati’s teddy down her chest, until with an audible “pop” the material must have passed the main mass of flesh. Now bunched around her waist, Harry had an unobstructed view of Parvati’s bare back, which was flawed by not a single tan line or blemish.

Lavender had each breast in her hands again, and moved back and forth lavishing each one with her tongue. Only Hermione caught her teasing circles around each small areola before placing small kisses on each hard nipple. She’s seen the two dry each other off from a shared shower before, or kiss each other goodnight the few times they retired to separate bed, but never before had Hermione been invited to witness such intimacy. Her hand still under the hem of her shirt, Hermione began tweaking her own breasts, not even realized Ginny was now watching.

Harry was too busy admiring Parvati’s smooth skin to divert his attention. She wasn’t leaning back anymore to display her breasts, but he occasionally got a peak from the side as each one swayed under her arm in her frantic movements. Parvati had started to move her hips on Lavender’s lap, and although subtle, Harry saw Lavender speed her own ones on as well.

A small moan from his left caught Harry’s attention, and again complete surprise overtook him as he momentarily faltered at the sight of Ginny. No longer frozen, the redhead was softly biting her lower lip, as her hands brushed over her thighs. Now sitting back on her knees, her legs were spread far enough to touch the legs above her knees, although her nightshirt still covered the rest of her thighs . What surprised Harry the most though, was that Ginny wasn’t watching Lavender and Parvati, but instead had her eyes glued on Hermione.

Harry couldn’t blame her, as her too looked at his best friend, and found her with her head back, eyes closed, teasing herself under her shirt. Hermione’s second hand would have looked innocent, if Harry hadn’t noticed it pressing so hard where it rested on her lap. Unlike his own shorts, Hermione’s small boxers didn’t button close, and from the small opening, Harry saw the dark material of her underwear.

‘I’m looking at Hermione’s knickers,’ Harry screamed to himself. Watching Lavender and Parvati continue to fondle each other was great and all, but somehow seeing his best friend lose all abandonment in herself was even more exciting. Taking another look around, Harry counted his good fortune. ‘I can’t believe I’m the only one not touching myself!’

Ginny caught Harry’s peak around the bed though, and was stunned that with both of her hands gripping the insides of her thighs almost under the fabric of her nightshirt, she wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Taking a look around herself, she knew though not everyone could boast that. With the promise of Harry being obliviated in the morning, Ginny knew that Lavender and Parvati could spend hours pleasing each other. It was obvious Parvati was getting most of the attention right now, and soon no doubt they would switch roles, and Lavender would get all the benefit. Ginny hadn’t been witness to their acts like Hermione sometimes was, but she’d been told of many details. Parvati and Lavender were anything but shy among their close female friends.

Hermione on the other hand would be mortified at her behavior, and if allowed to continue, would need a round of obliviation herself. But that wasn’t the deal, and Ginny knew this “dare” had gone on long enough.

“Okay you two, that’s enough,” Ginny said to Parvti and Lavender. She’d been quick to replace her hands at her sides, and Harry had been watching them; not Hermione; so Ginny knew it was the best time to stop them. “Anymore groping and you’re likely to kill Harry from lack of blood to the brain.”

Parvati had swung her head around at hearing Ginny’s voice, and took a quick peak at Harry’s lap. “I think she’s right, Harry,” she giggled. “Very impressive woody. Why don’t you have one of those, Lav?”

All the girls but Hermione were laughing as Harry readjusted himself yet again, as she was too flustered to notice. When Ginny had told the two to stop, she’d been shocked to find that with her eyes closed, she’d forgotten the others were even present. She’d been only minutes away from full-blown masturbation, and even if she obliviated everyone in the room, she’d never be able to face them again after that.

Luckily, Harry had been fixated on the kissing girls, and she didn’t think he noticed her slip up.

“Do we have to stop,” Lavender asked still massaging Parvati’s bare breasts. “I was just getting to the fun part.”

“Sorry Lav, you’ll have to wait.” Parvati stood up on her knees again and pried herself from her partner’s lap, then took a seat again next to Harry. Lavender had to scoot closer to Hermione to make room, but Harry didn’t notice. Parvati’s top was still bunched around her waist, and only her hands crossed covering her chest blocked his view. Ginny was slightly disappointed about missing out on the view too, but had an idea.

“No Peeking, Harry! Let the girl put her top back on in peace.” Then without giving him warning, Ginny grabbed Harry’s face, and covered both his eyes with her hands.

“Hey,” Harry struggled, “no fair! Isn’t it a bit late for modesty now?”

“Keep your eyes shut Harry Potter; you got your show,” Parvati told him. Moving quickly to readjust her top, she continued, “If you want to see anymore, you’ll have to use up another dare!”

Harry knew would in a hearbeat, but thanks to her plan, Ginny didn’t have to. Distracting the attention away from herself and onto Harry, she melted into the background, and Parvati didn’t even bat an eye as she dropped her arms and gathered her teddy.

‘Her breasts are amazing,’ Ginny admired. While Ginny was athletic and muscular, Parvati was curvy and very well-endowed. Ginny’s own breasts looked nothing like the large, but still firm mounds that Parvati literally had to tuck back into her top. There was an underwire bra sewn into the baby-doll, and that made her look even better. ‘A guy like Harry will never look at me like he wanted to see Parvati, if I don’t have anything like that to offer. Mum’s got huge boobs, but why’d I get stuck with Dad’s genes?’

“Are you done yet?” Harry asked. He was getting tired of being blind; as far as he knew the girls were all pointing to his embarrassment and making fun of him. He also wanted to get the game of Truth or Dare started up soon, before the sexual tension left the group. He’d seen how everyone was aroused, and he wanted to make sure the next dare wasn’t wasted on something stupid like him having to paint his toenails with polish.

Nobody answered, but Ginny removed her hands when Parvati signaled. Harry caught just a glimpse of her shoulder strap being pulled on right, and then it was over. Parvati was sitting Indian style once again; this time without Lavender plastered on her back; and only the slight red tint on her chest and checks gave any hint that moments before she’d been halfway to orgasm.

“My turn now, right?” She asked. The agreed upon game of Truth of Dare had officially begun now, and Parvati wasted no time zeroing in on her victim. Everyone had nodded their heads that it was indeed her turn, so she turned to face her roommate, and asked”

“Hermione, truth or dare?”


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AN: Much like action sequences in PoT, I originally thought I’d have difficulty writing adult material like this. After all, how many names can you truly use for “breast” or “erection” that doesn’t sound cheesy as hell? But surprisingly this chapter came to me very easily. Perhaps it’s because it’s been a fantasy of mine for many years. I was twice fortunate enough to be in the presence of two girls making out, and one of those times (I bless my lucky stars!) even got to participate. I won’t describe what happened next, but be pleased that I plan to take Harry way above and beyond even my personal sexual accomplishments. If you haven’t noticed by now, Lavender and Parvati are something of a couple, but like to play around with boys. Ginny is still infatuated with Harry, but aroused from the girls as well. Hermione isn’t entertaining any lesbian thoughts (it was just an uncontrollable response to the sounds), so will mainly be the odd ball in this fic (which isn’t to say she won’t get any action). And of course Harry’s in “Hog Heaven,” as any red-blooded American male would be. I didn’t expect to post this chapter so soon, but the response I’ve gotten has been very pleasingn len less than two days I’ve gotten almost 2200 hits and 20 reviews, and by comparing that to a few other fics I’ve seen, I know that to be very high for AFF.net. So thank you, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next one could be posted tomorrow or a week from now; depending on how my writing with PoT goes. I really do need to concentrate on it, but even my most devout fan has got to admit reading this story is so much more enjoyable.

Ross

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Review Responses:

JB – Well, Harry’s week started out as horrible, so I thought I’d write this fic to show the guy a good time. The title was something I just came up with (before I even knew what I was going to write beyond the 1st chapter), and in retrospect I might decide to change it later. But for now at least it will stay, as that’s how people will recognize it. Thanks for reading though!

Danny – Man-ho. I like that! Yeah, this fic is pure fantasy material, and that means promiscuity! So no weddings or serious relationships in this one. Just lots of Harry kissing female body parts, and them returning the favor.

HermioneGreen – Do your husband and kids know you’re reading this? J/K. Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you don’t think differently of me for writing this. I wanted to keep PoT very PG13, so I guess this has become my outlet for more mature content. I’m really not a big perv (in comparison with other guys at least; compared to girls I’m sick), but like I said, I couldn’t get the idea for this fic out of my head. As always, you remain one of my favorite and most dedicated reviewers.

Anon, JB, James, and Tower – You don’t really think I’d obliviate the guy, do you? I only said that to get Hermione to go along. Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out in the end. The only thing about the ending I am certain of, is that Harry will remember every single, smutty, hot, naked, bucking, toe-curling moment of this night.

Wormunderfoot – Don’t worry about Harry “peaking” too soon. While I only plan on this fic to be a single night, I have no intention to make things go easy for him. As demonstrated by this chapter, he’ll often get worked up, only to be made to cool down by the girls. I don’t think Harry’s so dominant (in this fic or cannon) to demand the girls do anything, so he’ll mostly just go along with whatever they decides to do. I’m glad I baited you out of “lurkdom” with this fic though. I always enjoy hearing from my fans.

Rocky 235 – I know what you mean. This is the only fic I’ve written that I don’t mind proofreading. I can read it til the cows come home. I’ve got what the ladies call stamina! Yeah baby!

Dras – I’m glad you like. I don’t read a lot of smut either, but I figured I’d go all out if I was going to make the effort. Much better than: “Harry laid her down, moving between her legs. With one thrust he was in her, her tight walls clamping around him. Reaching between them, Harry rubbed her love button, bringing her to climax. Three more quick thrusts, and he was falling over the edge too, and they came together.” How shitty is that? I hate the majority of smut writing, as people spend too much time on writing impossible multiple male orgasms, and not enough in the details. IT’S ALL IN THE DETAILS PEOPLE!

Mike- I don’t know what I’m going to write yet, but I’m pretty straight laced when it comes to my turn-ons. So I’m not going to write any weird shirt like blood letting, double penetration, etc. What you suggested might come up in a dare, but we’ll just have to wait and see. For the first time in my writing, not even I know what’s coming next.


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