...the more noticeable with her arms under them, her cleavage almost spilling out of her small lacy black bra, 'Harry Potter, all alone! This could be the best chance I ever get!' She thought to herself and spoke again while leaning forward, her cleavage all the more visible, "How would you like a better look at them?" Her voice turned to a throaty purr.
"I'd love a good look at them… what was your name again?" Harry asked. Sirius always told him to memorize a bird's name or he'd regret it later, calling her the wrong name was just asking for a kick in the danglies.
"Lavender. Lavender Brown"
Humming thoughtfully he brought his right hand up and squeezed her right breast, making her gasp as his sudden move, he could feel her hard nipple against his palm through the lacy bra, "These are quite nice, biggest pair of tits I've ever seen on a girl so young actually." He said honestly.
Moaning at his kneadings she purred again, "I know I'm not the biggest in my year. That right goes to Daphne Greengrass, followed very closely by Hermione Granger. Daphne's a stuck up ice queen who's the best looking girl in her house and she knows it. Never even seen her flirt, much less date or even kiss. Looking for the best to give the honour of sleeping with her I guess. Granger... holy shit she's got problems. Girl's bloody nuts. Lack of frie...