Chapter 29
Harry sighed into the mirror. No matter what he tried, his hair refused to be tamed. Giving it up as a lost cause, Harry left the bathroom and checked himself in the full-length mirror one last time. Satisfied with what he saw, Harry exited his private room and walked down to the Great Hall.
He arrived and found a small group of people waiting, which was growing by the second. Couples arrived, some hand-in-hand while others were nervously excited. Some arrived alone and impatiently waited for their partners to show up. Harry glanced over the small crowd and didn't see his partner yet. He didn't have to wait long for a friendly face to show up. Hermione came walking down the stairs, looking very beautiful and incredibly sexy. The skirt of her dress had a long slit down the side, which showed off the entirety of her smooth leg. The neckline was low and displayed the majority of her breasts. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant bun, and fancy gold earrings dangled from her delicate earlobes. Around her slender neck hung a very thin gold chain with a small golden snowflake pendant attached. Harry smiled at her, and she returned the smile when she saw him. He strolled over to her, gave her a light hug, and kissed her cheek.
"You look beautiful," he complimented her. Her cheeks dusted pink, and she smiled prettily at him.
"Thank you. You look dashing," she teased.
"As I always do," he joked back. "Krum better get here quick, or some lucky boy might steal you away."
"Oh, stop it," she lightly chastised him in a friendly manner while swatting his forearm. "Where's Fleur?" she asked.
"Late as always," Harry answered. "Oh, look … There's Krum right there," he said, seeing the Bulgarian slowly walking up to the crowd. "His legs seem to be healed. Though, he is walking a bit slowly."
Hermione turned and spotted him. "Yeah. His legs are doing a lot better. He's not completely healed yet, but he's close. I better go meet him. I'll see you inside," Hermione told him, giving him one last hug and cutting through the crowd.
Next, Harry spotted Ginny Weasley coming down the stairs with a boy that Harry had seen around but didn't know his name. She was wearing the dress he had bought her. It was dark green and skin-tight. It was like a tube of slinky material that perfectly hugged her form. Most of her sexy thighs were on display, along with nearly the entire top of her breasts. As she took each step, her breasts jiggled tantalizingly. Harry only hoped that she magically secured the dress to her breasts. Otherwise, her tits would surely pop out at some point during the Ball. Susan was the next girl he spotted while waiting.
Susan, as he suspected, chose a dress that emphasized her big bust. Her gray dress was just as tight and short as Ginny's, but the neckline was out of control. As she walked, her tits were jiggling and bouncing in a way that should have had them popping free. However, they somehow remained in their silk prison, much to the frustration of the boys around her, particularly her date, Justin. All Harry could do was chuckle at their misery. Her naked breasts certainly were spectacular. Harry noticed Zacharias Smith staring at her longingly while occasionally tossing Justin a dirty look.
Harry looked over the growing crowd again and spotted Fleur's silvery-blonde hair as she edged through the crowd. He pushed his way through and grabbed her hand. "Oh!" she squeaked and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was him. " 'Arry, thank goodness!"
He led her to an area with more room to breathe and stepped back to get a good look at her. Fleur, as always, was like a walking wet dream. Her dress was extremely tight, a theme all the girls seemingly shared. The bottom of her sparkly silver dress ended before it reached halfway down her lovely thighs, and a slit in the side allowed him to see even more of her smooth leg. The top of the dress was shaped like a V and looped around the back of her neck. The entirety of her inner breasts and the upper portion of her belly were completely exposed, and Harry wondered how it was possible that her nipples weren't showing. He looked her over and whistled appreciatively at her outfit.
"You look bloody amazing," he complimented her. Fleur giggled and spun around for him. Her long, silver hair fanned out, and he was hit in the face with its amazing scent.
"Merci, 'Arry!" she chirped happily. "You look amazing as well," she added. She ran her hands down his shoulders and over his biceps. "This material is very soft and smooth," she said appreciatively.
"Not as soft and smooth as you," he teased as he lightly gripped her hips and pulled her in. His lips found her neck, and Fleur giggled as she draped her arms over his shoulders. All the sexy sights had him feeling a little bit randy.
" 'Arry!" she giggled and mewled as he nibbled on her skin. "You're going to mess up my makeup."
They were interrupted by the clearing of a throat. Harry looked up and saw McGonagall giving him the eye. "Sorry, Professor," he said.
"I'm sure there will be plenty of time for that once the Ball gets going, but first, I need to have a meeting with the Champions and their partners. Follow me, Ms. Delacour," she said and began walking.
Fleur took his hand and followed McGonagall down the hall a short way. McGonagall opened a door and stepped aside so they could enter. As they did, Harry spotted Krum with Hermione, Diggory with Cho, and Neville with Lavender.
Harry raised his eyebrows at the sight of Cho. Her dress was by far the strangest he had seen so far. It almost looked like a very slutty dark purple one-piece swimsuit that showed off a lot of cleavage. From his angle, he could tell it was open-backed with a g-string nestled between her cheeks. Her lower half was covered in a light purple, semi-transparent skirt made of lace. The threads that made up the lace glimmered with magic. It was oddly beautiful.
Lavender was dressed in a way that couldn't be described as anything but slutty. Her skin-tight dress was so short that he was sure he would end up seeing her panties at some point that night. Each side of the skirt had slits, which left a small flap of material to cover the front of her panties. Her tits were practically exploding out of the top. It was plainly obvious that she wanted to be looked at. No doubt, she was hoping to be the center of attention that night. Her arms were possessively wrapped around one of Neville's, and she smiled sexily at Harry when she caught him peeking at her exposed tits. Her back arched slightly, making them appear even bigger.
"Now that we're all here, I can give you a heads-up about the opening ceremony. Each Champion and their partner will open the Yule Ball with a dance. The Champions Waltz, as it's called, will take place at the very beginning, though often the other attendees will join in after a few minutes. Does everyone understand?" she asked. They all nodded.
"Good. Wait here while I wrangle everyone into the Great Hall. I'll come fetch you when it's time," she told them. McGonagall left the room, and Lavender immediately squealed and let go of Neville. She hopped up and down vigorously while clapping her hands. Her big tits were bouncing and flopping around spectacularly.
"An opening dance?!" she squealed again. "All eyes are going to be on me … I mean us," she quickly added with stars in her eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes while Viktor remained stoic.
"You know how to dance, right Neville?" Harry asked. He didn't know if there had been dance classes for the general population. Neville nodded.
"Gran made me take dance classes for years. Now, I'm glad she did," he said.
Harry then turned to his partner, who rested her pretty head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her lower back and rested his hand on her hip. "And what about you?" he teased Fleur. "Will you be able to dance in those shoes?"
Fleur was wearing five-inch, strappy stiletto heels that looked dangerous to walk in. She turned her head and smiled at him.
"It won't be a problem. Just make sure you don't bumble around and embarrass me, mon amour," she replied. Harry kissed her forehead, which made her purr.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he said as she snuggled in closer.
Cho seemed the most nervous. She was pacing back and forth and rubbing her palms together. Harry called out to her.
"You okay, Cho?"
She jumped, startled from her thoughts. Cho looked at him and shot him a nervous smile. "Just nervous, I guess," she answered truthfully.
"Don't worry. You're a great dancer," he told her. Bella had been holding dance classes regularly, and Harry had danced with Cho many times. She was a little stiff at first, but when she calmed down, she was quite graceful. Cho smiled again and nodded. McGonagall chose that moment to re-enter the room.
"Alright, Champions … Let's go!" she said happily.
Fleur straightened up and smoothed out her dress. The eight of them then followed her out of the room, and she led them to the closed doors of the Great Hall. "Okay, line up. Miss Delacour … Mr. Potter, you're first in line … side by side now," she said, putting them in position. Fleur was on the left, with him on her right.
Behind them were Krum and Hermione. Krum stood behind Fleur and Hermione behind Harry. Next was Diggory and Cho. Harry noticed that all the Champions were on the left and their dates on the right. Harry was the only male date out of the four. At the back of the line were Neville and Lavender.
"When I open the door, I'll tell each pair when to start walking. Walk at a normal pace and keep walking until the music stops," McGonagall instructed. "And do try and stay in step with each other," she added. "After the music stops, there will be a brief pause before a new song starts. That's when you'll begin the waltz. Does everyone understand?" she asked. Everyone replied with a yes. Harry could hear the nerves in everyone's voice.
McGonagall checked the time and nodded. "Now, just a little extra to start things off," she said, opening a large box next to the wall. Hundreds of glowing pink fairies flew out of the box and hovered over their heads. Harry didn't have time to think before music started playing in the Great Hall. "Here we go!" she said excitedly. McGonagall stood off to the side so she wouldn't be seen.
The massive double doors opened by magic, and the fairies zoomed into the Great Hall. Ooh's and ahh's and girlish squeals of delight swept over the crowd. "Go!" she said to Harry and Fleur. Fleur snaked her arm through his, and they began slowly walking into the hall with steady, synchronized steps. Harry kept his eyes forward, unaware of how far behind everyone else was. They kept walking until the music ended. The doors of the Great Hall closed, and a new song began.
Harry took Fleur into his arms, and they began circling the dance floor. The lights were dim, and the fluttering fairies overhead made the whole thing seem even more magical. Fleur, of course, looked radiant. She had a beautiful smile across her face the whole time. Harry didn't pay attention to anything other than his date. Soon after, dozens of couples were dancing right along with them, and they could finally exhale and relax now that the attention was no longer fully on them. His hands moved to her back and slowly crept down until he was palming her wide ass. He gave her squishy cheeks a squeeze.
" 'Arry! Someone will see," she giggled while playing with the hair on the back of his head.
"Nah. We're packed in like sardines now," he smiled at her. Many couples were dancing all around them and blocking them from the view of the professors. The dancing went on for several more songs before the music stopped. Everyone clapped as Dumbledore took center stage. He held his hands up in the air to quiet the crowd.
"My friends," he said in a loud, cheery voice. "I'm very pleased to announce that this year's Yule Ball has officially begun!" The excited students cheered and clapped. "So enjoy yourselves tonight!" he finished, and the band began playing again.
"You smell really good," Harry commented on Fleur's scent. She kissed his cheek.
"Merci. It is a new perfume my Maman sent me," she giggled as Harry leaned in and brushed his lips against her neck.
"She has good taste," he said, kissing softly down her neck and shoulder. Harry noticed he wasn't the only one feeling a little frisky on the dance floor. Many of the boys were trying their luck to varying successes. For the most part, the girls seemed receptive to their advances, and he wondered how many of his fellow males would be getting lucky that night. He certainly knew one that wouldn't be.
As Harry and Fleur danced along the edge of the crowd, he spotted Ronald Weasley sitting alone at a circular table with his arms crossed over his chest. He was glaring at anyone who crossed his gaze. When he spotted him with Fleur in his arms, Ron tossed him a horribly sour look. Harry met his gaze, and Ron quickly turned his attention to someone else.
"I guess 'e did not get a date," Fleur chuckled as she spotted him sitting alone. "Why does that not surprise me?" Harry shook his head sadly.
"Hopefully, he'll learn from his mistakes, but I somehow doubt that," he told her. "Just do me a favor and stay away from him tonight," Harry added. He remembered Ron verbally berating Hermione at the ball in his previous life. He would bet good money that something similar would happen again.
"You do not 'ave to worry about that," she smiled at him. "The less I see of 'im, the better."
Harry eventually spotted Hermione on the dance floor. Krum seemed more graceful while dancing than he did when walking. He was dancing slowly due to his recent injuries, but that didn't stop him from having a good time. He actually appeared happy for once.
"I need to rest," Fleur said as the song ended.
"Let's go sit down for a bit. Do you know where our table is?" he asked. There were dozens of small, circular tables with fancy tablecloths draped over them.
"The Champions sit near the 'ead table," she answered, pointing. Harry took her hand and led her over to them. Sure enough, a card with Fleur's name written in elegant gold lettering was sitting on one of the tables. Harry pulled her chair out for her and then sat beside her. Fleur fanned her face with her hand.
"Are you thirsty?" he asked her. Fleur nodded. He took one of the small menus from the table. "Hold one of the menus and tell it what you want," he instructed. "Champagne," he stated clearly, and a crystal flute appeared on the table in front of him. Fleur looked impressed and ordered Champagne as well.
Soon after, Cedric and Cho joined them at the table. After a bit of chit-chat, Cedric asked if he could dance with Fleur. Harry shrugged. "It's up to her." Fleur graciously accepted and walked out onto the dance floor with him.
"Why don't we give it a go?" Harry teased Cho. She blushed but teased back.
"We are talking about dancing … right?" Harry chuckled and took her hand. Within moments, they were lost in the crowd. Harry would like to say he acted like a complete gentleman, but that would be a lie.
"Your ass looks great in this dress," he teased, squeezing and groping her bottom. Cho giggled while her arms were around his neck. Her face was very close to his.
"You always tell me I have a cute butt, so I decided to show it off," she smiled prettily at him.
"You're certainly getting a lot of attention. I've seen many boys staring at it," Harry commented.
"Look, but don't touch," she said with a smirk. "Though that rule clearly doesn't apply to you."
"I should hope not," Harry chuckled and squeezed her ass again.
Harry danced with many girls that night, and Fleur had a neverending queue of willing and eager partners hoping for a dance with the gorgeous Veela. At some point, she was spending some time with her French classmates, which gave Harry the perfect opportunity to quench his raging sexual desires.
"Harry!" Susan gasped as she was bent over the back of a bench. They had snuck out to the garden to have a bit of privacy. They were off in a darkened corner, almost completely surrounded by well-manicured hedges. Harry had the bottom of her dress pulled up to her waist, and he was furiously thrusting into her from behind. "My date is probably looking for me!" she quietly gasped before moaning like a whore.
"If I were him, I wouldn't have let such a hot piece of ass out of my sight for even a second. Some horny deviant might just sneak you off for a bit of naughty fun," Harry joked as he angled his thrust. Susan shuddered as her slick pussy clutched his cock. Harry placed the pad of his thumb on her asshole and rubbed it in circles. Her wet pussy clamped down even tighter.
"Just hurry it up! I don't want to miss the dance … EEP!" she squealed as Harry reached down between her legs and began rolling her clit between his fingers. Her clit was swollen and damp, as was the inside of her thighs.
"I don't fuck this pussy often enough," Harry groaned over the wet suction sounds of her pussy being stuffed.
"Well … Whose fault is that?" she replied over the sounds of their rutting. Harry pulled out of her pussy and found his cock streaked with her white cream. Harry spread her cheeks open with one hand and pressed the head against her backdoor. Susan squealed and looked over her shoulder wildly.
"Don't cum in my ass!" she gasped as Harry slowly thrust forward and slipped into her ass. "I don't want cum leaking from my butt the whole night," she told him. On the other side of the hedge, a group of girls burst into giggles when they heard her. Susan groaned in embarrassment as Harry chuckled.
"Your wish is my command," he stated and began slowly fucking her tight ass. Their area of the garden was suddenly filled with the sound of fleshy clapping as Harry pounded her lovely ass. Her pale cheeks rippled faster and faster as he picked up the tempo. A little pink faire fluttered over, landed on top of Susan's head, and watched in fascination as she was brutally fucked from behind. Suddenly, Susan squealed loud enough that he was sure everyone in the garden heard it. Little jets of girl cum squirted from her pussy, and her body trembled as she suffered through an amazing analgasm. The little faire squeaked and flew off. Her asshole became so tight that Harry couldn't hold back. "Here it comes!" he groaned.
Harry relented to her order and pulled out. Cum erupted from the tip and spurted all over her shapely ass. He stood there for a short moment, stroking his cock and painting Susan's ass with his seed. Once finished, Harry pulled up his trousers and pulled out his wand. He gave it a wave and cleaned her body. Susan shakily stood up straight with her dress still up to her waist. Harry eyed her smooth mound and thick thighs. He only wished that he had more time with the busty girl. Susan wiped her forehead with a whew! It was quite cold outside, but the garden was pleasantly warm. She faced him and slid her arms over his shoulders.
"Come to my room soon. Hannah and I miss you," she said sexily as Harry played with the soft skin of her lower back.
"I will," he promised. Susan kissed him, and Harry eagerly deepened it. She broke the kiss and stepped away, pulling her dress down. She then rearranged her boobs so that nothing was showing.
"Let's get back inside before people wonder where we went," she said. Harry nodded and led her back inside. When they entered the Great Hall, Harry noticed a small gathering around the Champions table. Harry bid farewell to Susan and went over to see what was going on. As he got near, Fleur met him.
"It's that Ronald boy. 'E's yelling at Neville Longbottom," she explained. Sure enough, Harry could hear Ron's voice over the music. Harry moved closer.
"You're supposed to be my mate, but you know what? You're a right git, you are! Both you and Hermione! You'd rather spend time with a floozy than your best mate!"
"Hey!" Lavender called out, annoyed by being called a floozy.
"Ron …" Neville groaned, pinching the area between his eyes.
"You think you're such a big shot since cheating your way into the tournament! Well, guess what? I could do better than you! A million times better!"
By then, McGonagall came up to him. "Ronald Weasley! Lower your voice. You're disturbing the other students."
"Stay out of this!" he snapped, not even looking at her. His glare was solely focused on Neville.
"Excuse me?!" she replied with venom. To make matters worse for Ron, Snape came up behind him and placed his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Alright Weasley. We've had enough of your pathetic bellyaching. Go back to your seat before I deduct …"
He was cut off by Ron spinning around and punching him right in the face. McGonagall squeaked in shock with her hand resting over her heart. The girls around them squealed in fright and backed away. Harry watched on with fascination and a little bit of glee as Snape stumbled back and nearly fell on his butt. Ron's face was blood-red, and it was clear he was nearly apocalyptic.
"Ronald Weasley!" she shouted angrily. "Striking a professor? I've never …"
Before anything else could happen, Ron suddenly went stiff as a board. His body began levitating as Flitwick stepped up with his wand extended. McGonagall dabbed her forehead with a handkerchief. "Thank you, Filius. Take him to my office. I'll be there shortly."
The crowd around them had grown, and people were watching with wide eyes. No doubt many were very happy that Snape got punched in the face. The Slytherins didn't look too happy, though. "Now that the situation has been dealt with, let us return to our dancing and merriment! This is a party, after all!" Dumbledore stated loudly.
The crowd slowly broke up with raucous chattering. Fleur wrapped her arms around one of his. "I cannot believe what 'appened."
"Ohh … Ron's going to be in so much trouble," Hermione joined him, looking incredibly shaky. Expulsion was the worst possible scenario for her, and she wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy.
"As much as I hate to say this, he deserves it," Neville added. Harry nodded. Ron was getting a bit out of control. Hopefully, this would calm him down, though Harry wouldn't bet on it.
"Dumbledore's right. This is a party. No use wasting the night. Will you dance with me, Fleur?" he asked his date. Fleur smiled cutely and kissed him softly.
"Of course, mon amour. Let's go," she said, taking his hand and leading him onto the dance floor. Other couples soon followed them.
Chapter 30
The Yule Ball was coming to an end, and the garden was sprinkled with couples enjoying the last hour of the festivity. Deep in the garden, out of sight, Fleur's eyes fluttered uncontrollably as Harry bounced her up and down. Her panties were stuck in a bush, her dress was hiked up around her waist, and Harry had a firm grasp on her shapely cheeks as he fucked her against the outside wall of the castle. Her arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, and she muttered French phrases in his ear as the tip of his cock repeatedly rammed her g-spot.
"Mmm, 'Arry," Fleur mewled against his neck. Her thighs squeezed his hips as the pleasure began to ramp up. "That feels wonderful," she gasped. Her allure was flaring wildly, creating a lustful atmosphere in their little part of the garden.
"You're so wet," Harry replied lustfully while thrusting into her with slow, steady pumps of his hips. Fleur giggled happily and kissed his cheek.
"You always make me wet, mon amour," she said and then gasped when his finger brushed over her asshole. Fleur whimpered and squeezed him tighter. Harry chuckled and continued playing with the rim of her tightest hole.
"Every time I touch this hole, you're pussy starts choking me," he teased. "See?" Harry said and then ran his finger along her crinkled hole. Fleur squealed and just as he said, her pussy tightened and clutched his length. "You're a naughty Veela, aren't you?" he teased again. Fleur mewled sexily and wiggled in his arms. Her pussy felt incredible around him, and every time she squirmed, it sent a spike of pleasure rushing through him.
"Per'aps I am," Fleur teased back while leaning in and pressing her lips to the side of his neck. "Are you going to punish me?" she sexily asked. She ran her warm, wet tongue along his salty skin and moaned from the taste. She lightly nipped his skin with her perfect teeth and clenched the muscles of her pussy, making herself even tighter. Harry moaned deeply and began fucking her faster and harder.
"I might have to if you keep squeezing me like that," Harry threatened, which made Fleur giggle cutely.
Red Light District
"That Romilda Vane is such a whore!" Ginny raged as she and Luna strolled through the garden. The night was nearly over, and most couples had cleared out. It was a nice, quiet spot to let her anger out.
"Calm down, Ginny. You said that you didn't even like your date," Luna reminded her.
"I don't! He's an idiot …" Ginny said, glaring as she walked in step with Luna. "But it's the principle of the thing. That bitch was making cow eyes at him the entire night, and then he had the audacity to expect a blowjob from me even after he flirted with her right in front of me."
"I'll admit that was uncalled for, but did you really have to hex him in that particular area? It looked like it really hurt," Luna asked. Ginny smirked as she remembered the git running away while clutching his family jewels.
"He deserved it," Ginny told her.
"But you got a detention for it," Luna said, turning her large eyes on her best friend. Ginny shrugged.
"It was worth it," she simply stated. The loud sound of a male moaning suddenly captured their attention. Ginny knew that voice intimately. "Is that Harry?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"Harry Potter?" Luna asked, and Ginny nodded. Luna shrugged and chirped, "Let's go see!"
Before Ginny could stop her, Luna scampered off to where the sound came from. Ginny went after her and finally caught up when Luna stopped and poked her head around the corner of a large hedge. "Wow!" Luna quietly exclaimed. Ginny was a bit taller and was able to look over the top of Luna's head.
The sound of Fleur's cries of pleasure met their ears. The sexy Veela was being held up by Harry's strong arms while he furiously fucked her. Fleur's eyes were hooded and fluttering while her hands clawed at his shoulders. Her legs were firmly wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her. "He has a cute butt," Luna suddenly stated. His bare ass was thrusting back and forth and jiggling from the contact with Fleur's crotch. Ginny tried her best to keep from giggling. "How is he in bed?" Luna asked her.
Ginny's cheeks grew warm at the thought of her times in Harry's arms. "Really good," she truthfully told her.
"How big is his thingy?" she asked, continuing to stare at Harry's naked backside.
"It's huge," Ginny whispered as she, too, stared at Harry. Ginny wished that she was currently in Fleur's place, and that Harry was fucking her against the wall.
"Do you think he's willing to do that with me?" Luna tilted her head up to look at her friend. Ginny angled her head down and looked back at her. Luna looked dead serious.
"I don't know. You'll have to ask him," Ginny told her. Luna nodded and went back to looking at the rutting couple. Fleur squealed loudly, and she began trembling in his arms. Harry's hips moved faster, and then he moaned. Ginny knew that he was spilling inside Fleur, and she was suddenly overcome with jealousy. It wasn't fair that everyone was having a great night while she had been stuck with a dud of a date. She huffed and grabbed Luna by her arm.
"C'mon … Let's go before they spot us," she told Luna. Luna took one last look at Harry's naked ass before following her friend back into the castle. Along the way, her mind was filled with naughty thoughts, and she was determined to make them a reality.
Red Light District
Harry had just dropped Fleur off at the carriage and was on his way back to the Hufflepuff Common Room when something jumped out from around the corner. "Hi, Harry!" the blonde girl chirped happily.
Harry steadied his breathing as he looked her over. "Hi, Luna," he greeted her back. "You startled me." Luna smiled happily at being greeted.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to," she apologized.
"It's okay," Harry said, waving it off. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked while checking her out.
Luna wore a dress that wasn't overly sexy in appearance, but it still showed off a decent amount of skin. The top dipped low enough to show off quite a bit of her perky tits, and the skirt only reached her upper thighs.
"I saw what you and Fleur Delacour were doing in the garden," she bluntly stated. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You were spying on me?" Harry asked.
Luna smiled and nodded. "Mmhmm!" she hummed happily. Harry couldn't help but be amused by the strange girl. "I was wondering if we can do that."
Harry wasn't expecting that, but then again, this was Luna Lovegood he was talking to. Nothing should surprise him. "Sure, Luna … If you want."
"Oh, goodie!" she squealed, clapping her hands. She then stood face to face with him, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and jumped up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she began kissing his jawline.
"Luna?" he chuckled, cupping her bum to hold her weight.
"Yes, Harry?" she asked through the kisses. Her lower half squirmed as she rubbed her panty-covered pussy against his body.
"Don't you want to wait until we're somewhere a little more comfortable?" he amusedly asked. He ran his fingertips along the soft and smooth skin of her bottom. He could feel her delicate skin goosebump under his touch.
"Like where?" she asked, never taking her lips from his face.
"I have a nice, private room where we can be alone," he told her. Luna stopped her kisses and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Can I sleep there with you?" she asked while her crotch ground against his stomach.
"Sure," Harry said, smiling at her. Luna beamed with happiness before going back to her previous task. "Don't you want to walk?" Luna shook her head.
"These heels hurt my feet. Can you carry me?" she asked before licking the entire side of his cheek. She then moved on to sucking on his earlobe. It was obvious she wasn't skilled with this kind of stuff, but Harry had to admit that her lips were soft and her tongue felt really good on his skin.
"Of course, Luna," Harry chuckled as he toyed with the skin of her bottom. As he explored her body, he could feel that she was wearing a thong. The thin string was buried deep between her perky cheeks.
He carried her through the castle and past a group of girls who giggled madly when they saw Luna licking and grinding on him. He was slightly out of breath when he finally reached his private room. Harry opened the door and shut it behind them. The room was dark, so Harry placed her on the bed and lit the fireplace. The fire roared to life, sending soft light throughout the room. When he turned back to the bed, Luna was removing her heels. She kicked them off and sat up on her knees with an excited look.
"Why the sudden interest in me?" Harry wondered as he kicked off his dress shoes. He then began removing his uncomfortable clothes. Luna watched eagerly as his bare chest came into view.
"Ginny likes to brag about all the fun things you do together. It sounded like a lot of fun, so I wanted to try it for myself, but I think I must be bad at flirting. No one invited me back to their room," she told him.
"Is that so?" he asked, pulling down his trousers. Luna's pale cheeks turned slightly pink at the sight of him undressing. "Did you, perhaps, do any strange courting rituals?"
"No. Only the Twikibobu tribal dance," she said. Harry smiled and shook his head.
"What's the Twikibobu tribal dance?"
"The Twikibobu are a magical tribe in the Australian outback. They flap their arms and caw really loudly when they're looking for a mate. Like this …" she explained and then started flapping her arms. Her caws were really loud.
"And you did this every time?" Harry asked. Luna innocently nodded, making him chuckle.
"Next time, try it without the mating dance. I have a feeling it'll work a little better," he said with a smile.
"You really think so?" she asked.
"I brought you back to my room, didn't I?"
Luna smiled happily and nodded. "You're right. I didn't even think about doing the dance. Thanks, Harry."
"No problem," he said, pulling his boxers down. Luna's cheek turned bright pink at the sight of his half-erect cock. Harry got onto the bed and moved next to her. He slowly ran his hand up her silky smooth thigh. Luna shuddered as he caressed her soft skin.
"Does that feel good?" he gently asked her as his fingers dipped under the bottom of her dress. He then moved his fingers to the inside of her thigh and lightly moved them down to the inside of her knee. Luna gasped and squirmed.
"Yes. I like it," she admitted. "Do it again," she cutely demanded. Harry moved his hand back up her inner thigh until his entire hand was under her dress. He dragged his fingertips along the crotch of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her covered pussy. Luna moaned and thrust her hips forward slightly, trying to get him to touch her harder. Harry teased her by keeping the touches light. She bit her lower lip and watched him with wide eyes as he gently explored her. Harry felt the little bump in her panties where he knew her clit to be. He pressed it a little harder and flicked his finger over it. Luna gasped, and her hips bucked.
"Are you sensitive right here?" Harry teased with a smile. He circled her covered clit with his thumb while a small wet spot appeared on her panties right below her opening.
"Mmhmm," Luna hummed and lay back on the bed. Her legs opened wide, displaying the crotch of her small, white panties. He suddenly caught a whiff of her womanly scent and knew she was wet. Luna surprised him further by hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and lifting her ass off the bed. She tugged them halfway down her thighs, exposing her smooth mound and taut, hairless lips. Harry helped her out by pulling them down her legs and off her feet. As he tossed them away, Luna spread her legs as wide as they could go and pulled the bottom of her dress up. In the firelight, Harry could see her lips glistening with wetness. Her pussy looked incredibly tight. Her outer lips were pressed tightly together, and only a hint of her light pink inner lips poked out from between them. It seemed she didn't want to wait for more pleasure. Her hands moved up her inner thighs, and one moved over her pussy. Her fingers began sliding between her lips and massaging her swollen clit. Luna arched her back and moaned. Luna then looked at him desperately.
"Hurry up, please," she begged, then closed her eyes while biting her lower lip. Harry chuckled at her behavior and moved into position.
"Your wish is my command," he teased and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. Luna gasped as he began kissing down her inner thigh. The closer he got to her wet pussy, the stronger her scent was. His lips got so close that some of her juices smeared on his cheek. Luna was squirming badly by then, trying to put her pussy on his lips. Harry moved his lips over and peppered her bald mound with kisses. Luna shuddered and threaded her fingers through his hair.
Luna Lovegood couldn't believe what was happening. She thought Harry would bring her back to his room, and they would immediately begin having sex. Instead, his lips were on her mound and threatening to move lower. Never in her wildest dreams did she think he would want to lick her down there, but Harry was proving her wrong. His lips moved down and around the outside of her pussy. She gripped his hair tightly and tried to move his mouth into position, but he was too strong. Instead, his tongue touched the junction of her thigh, and he licked up the side of her pussy lip. Luna let out a shuddering breath. Her nipples were so stiff, and the sensation of them rubbing against the silky fabric of her dress was driving her crazy. "Please lick me," Luna pleaded as Harry sucked on the outside of her lip.
"You know … Good things come to those who wait," Harry teased her, but Luna was having none of it.
"I don't want to wait," she cried out as Harry kissed her directly on her hard clit. Luna mewled cutely when he kissed it again. Every time his lips touched it, it sent a jolt of pleasure throughout her pussy. She then felt his tongue slide over it, causing her to grip the sheets tightly. "Mmm," she heard him hum while his tongue slithered around the little bead. He then slid his hand between her ass and the bed, and his thumb pressed against her slit. Up and down his thumb slowly moved, massaging her slit and smearing her juices. When his lips wrapped around her clit, and he started sucking, Luna couldn't help but moan his name.
"Oh, Harry," she breathlessly called out. "That feels so good! Mmmm …" she hummed in delight while his warm tongue wiggled around her swollen clit and flicked over it repeatedly. Luna grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it all the way up, exposing her perky tits to the cool air of the room. Her nipples were slightly puffy and completely stiff. She palmed her breasts and kneaded them while Harry's lips lightly tugged on her clit. Much too soon for her liking, Harry let go of her clit and moved his tongue down to her slit. Using his thumbs, Harry opened her up, spreading her puffy lips apart to reveal the soaked, pink skin underneath. Harry dove in, licking and slurping up her wetness while his tongue tickled her skin. Luna lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. She suddenly felt his tongue slide inside of her, and the tip of his nose rubbed against her clit. Luna squealed and pinched her nipples. When she looked down, all she saw was a mop of messy hair sticking out from between her legs. Luna had never been so turned on in her entire life. She couldn't believe she had someone down there licking her most sensitive spots. Just seeing it made her spasm through the first of her orgasms that night. Her thighs clenched, and she squeezed Harry's head between them. The sounds of his licking grew wetter, and Luna's toes curled in pleasure.
Harry's strong arms pushed her legs off his shoulders, and he used his hands to push her legs apart. He then sat up, and Luna saw his lips wet with her juices. Harry's eyes moved from her pussy, climbed up her cute belly, and landed on her breasts. The tips of her nipples were stiff and waiting to be sucked. Luna clenched her thighs tightly as she fought through her orgasm. Harry smiled at her and ran his hands up her thighs, and even that caused her orgasm to flare. He then slid one arm under her upper back while the other hand gripped her bare bottom. Harry then lifted her up and sat her down on his lap, facing him. Luna could feel his massive cock resting against her belly. Her dress fell back down, covering her breasts and Harry's hand that was caressing the smooth skin of her back. "How was that?" he asked her while his other hand groped her bottom. Luna gasped as his fingers brushed over her asshole.
"B-Brilliant!" she squeaked while her lower half continued to buck from her orgasm. "It was the best t-thing I've ever f-felt!"
"I'm glad," Harry smiled handsomely at her. Luna blushed madly. She hadn't realized how handsome he was. Her thoughts were interrupted when Harry pulled the bottom of her dress up. It climbed up her belly and over her breasts. "Arms up," Harry ordered. Luna lifted her arms over her head, and Harry finished pulling her dress off. He tossed it over the side of the bed. Luna placed her hands on his shoulders, thrilled by the idea that both of them were now completely naked. Harry's hands climbed up her sides, tickling her ribs until his hands found her naked tits. He held them in his palms and gently kneaded them. Luna closed her eyes and arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward him. Harry rubbed circles around her pink areolas, teasing the hard tips with his thumbs. Luna moaned sexily when he started playing with her nipples.
"Do you like having your nipples touched?" Harry asked cheekily as he rolled the stiff tips between his fingers. Luna shuddered and nodded.
"Very much," she replied through a soft moan. Her hand then reached down and wrapped around his length. The tips of her fingers didn't even come close to touching. With a delicate grip, she began pumping his cock and rubbing the sensitive tip against her soft belly. "You can kiss them if you want," she cutely suggested. Harry smiled and lifted her by her ass until her breasts were right in front of his face. From so close, Harry could smell the light scent of her perfume, though it was nearly hidden by the smell of her wet pussy. Harry slid his fingers down through the crack of her ass until he reached her soaked slit. Her pussy was so hot and wet that his fingers easily glided between her lips when he started massaging it. Luna squealed, causing her breasts to jiggle in front of his face. Her hands gripped the back of his neck, and she pulled his face toward them. Harry's mouth opened, and he latched onto one of her slightly puffy nipples.
Luna threw her head back and moaned when Harry's tongue touched her aching nipple. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she pulled his face harder against her breast. She loved how his tongue flicked the hard tip and wriggled around it. The naughty sensation made her pussy throb with need. "Do the other one," she pleaded, pulling her nipple from his mouth and angling her other breast so her unattended nipple brushed against his lips. Harry chuckled and kissed it, making her pussy tingle.
"You're being quite demanding," Harry teased before kissing all around her areola.
"Sorry …" she breathed heavily. "It just feels so good," she explained. Her hips began moving as she tried to grind her pussy against his thighs. Her hand pumped him faster, trying to get him in the mood for more. "Can we have sex now?" she asked, squirming in his lap and trying to press his head against her opening. Harry nodded, amused.
"Here … Let me help you," Harry said, lifting her a bit higher. Luna was then able to get his cock into position. Luna tried to drop straight down, but Harry held her up. "Slowly," he warned. Luna bit her lip and nodded. With her hands on his shoulders, she slowly sank down. First, her taut lips spread apart and enveloped his fat head, smearing her juices all over it. She lowered herself again and took another inch into her. Luna gasped, and her body trembled. "Is it too big?" Harry asked, wanting to make sure it wasn't too uncomfortable.
"I think I'm okay," she answered, breathing deeply while wiggling her flared hips. "You're stretching me so much," Luna shuddered before sinking down a bit more. Luna's wet pussy felt incredible as it slid down his pole, coating his cock with her slick arousal. It was so hot and tight that Harry nearly busted on the spot. His hands moved from her hips and slid up her bare back. He lightly scraped his fingernails against her spine, making her tremble with desire. Luna took a deep breath and dropped down all the way. She lightly squealed from being stretched, but Harry held her close and rubbed her back until she calmed down. "I'm ready," she breathlessly stated and then began hopping up and down on his lap.
"Go slow until you get used to it," Harry told her, slowing her motion by moving his hands back to her ass.
"I will," she promised, wrapping her arms around his neck. She then leaned in and kissed him passionately. He could tell she was an amateur, but he found her enthusiasm very sexy. Her tongue was very soft, and she was eager to use it. Her hips rose, pulling her tight pussy up his shaft. Luna then dropped down with a loud, wet squelching sound. Her silky walls glided down his skin, bringing him untold amounts of pleasure. Harry moaned into her mouth as she sat on his balls.
Luna could feel that another orgasm was approaching, and she wanted this one to be even better than the last. She pushed Harry by the shoulders and lay him flat on the bed. His large cock was still buried deep inside of her, and she could feel herself tightening around him. She began rolling her hips just like Ginny had described. Ginny said that Harry really enjoyed it when she squeezed him with her pussy while grinding against him, and Luna wanted to see if this was true. She was very happy to discover that what Ginny had said was true. Harry moaned and gripped her bouncing breasts, squeezing them while Luna bucked her hips. Then, Harry let go of one of them and placed his fingers against her throbbing clit. When he rubbed it, Luna squeaked and clamped down on his girth. Her pussy fluttered uncontrollably, and she fell forward into his waiting arms. With her face hidden against his neck, Luna cried out in pleasure as Harry continued fucking her from below. His hands were on her ass, and every time his fingers touched her puckering asshole, Luna's orgasm spiked hard. Suddenly, Harry moaned loudly, and Luna felt her insides become very warm. She squirmed on his cock, liking how it felt. He squeezed her ass hard right before he stopped moving his hips. Luna took a second to catch her breath before looking up at him in wonder.
"That was even better than I thought it would be," she truthfully told him. Harry chuckled and tenderly rubbed her back. Luna mewled and rested her head on his chest. She felt him about to pull out, and she stopped him. "Can you keep it in. I like how it feels," she asked cutely. Harry patted her naked bottom.
"Sure. For as long as you want," he promised. Luna smiled happily and kissed his chest. She yawned when Harry began stroking her hair. It had been a long day after all. Luna didn't realize she had fallen asleep until Harry moved her onto the bed and pulled the blanket over them. Shivering from the cold, Luna scooted closer to him and draped herself over his body. Now warm, she yawned again and was back asleep within seconds.
Chapter 31
"Hurry up! I want to see them!" Harry heard from the other room. He rolled his eyes and gathered up the large stack of photos. When he left the darkroom, he found Padma patiently sitting on the bed with one leg crossed over the other. Harry took a quick second to appreciate the silky smoothness of her shapely legs. Parvati was on her feet, pacing back and forth and waiting for him to finish. "Finally!" Parvati said excitedly when she saw him.
"Patience is a virtue, my dear," Harry told her as he walked to the bed. Parvati skipped over to him, causing her naked breast to bounce around.
"Parvati knows nothing about virtue," Padma giggled and scooted a bit to her left to give him room to sit down.
"That's the truth," Harry joked and sat down next to her. Padma leaned in and pressed her naked breasts against his arm. Her hard nipples rubbed against his skin, and he was sure she was doing it on purpose … not that he minded, of course.
"Enough teasing. Let me see them!" Parvati declared, sitting on his other side. Like Padma, she leaned in and pressed her breasts against his bicep. Her nipples were as hard as rocks as well. Both girls were still in their extremely skimpy underwear. The back of their panties was nothing more than a thin string hidden between their pillowy cheeks. The front was a tiny triangle that barely covered their swollen clits. They hadn't bothered putting their clothes back on after the photoshoot. Unfortunately, Fleur couldn't be here to help him take the photos. She was out training for the Second Task. She still had roughly two months, but she didn't want to put it off. Harry fully supported her choice and planned on helping her as much as possible.
"Alright … Hold your horses," Harry said and then showed them the first picture. Parvati shook her head. Clearly, it wasn't to her liking.
"I don't like that one. My butt doesn't look very good," she told him. Harry flipped to the next photo. "That one's a bit better, but my pose doesn't look right." Harry sighed. He had a feeling she might be a handful. "What?" she asked. "Look at my arm. It's bent all funny!"
"What about this one?" Harry asked, showing them the picture. Parvati was wearing a tiny pair of black panties, and Padma was in an equally small pair of white ones. They were both topless and hugging while on their knees on the bed. Their breasts were pressed together, hiding their nipples from view. They were cheek to cheek and looking at the camera with sultry expressions on their lovely faces. Their long, thick hair cascaded down their nude backs, but he made sure it wasn't covering their tight, round asses. The only pieces of clothing that could be seen were the thin strings sitting low on each of their hips.
"I like it!" Padma happily stated. She had crept behind Harry's back and was hugging him from behind. Her head was right next to his, with her chin resting on his shoulder. Harry could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo, and it made his cock strain in his trousers.
"Me too! I look hot!" Parvati declared as she studied the photo closer. Parvati and Padma in the picture smirked and then looked at Harry. Photo Parvati blew him a kiss while Photo Padma slowly dragged her pink tongue along her upper lip and shot him a look of pure lust. Harry winked back at the photo, and they giggled happily.
"You're such a flirt, Harry," Padma giggled and turned her head and kissed his cheek. She flicked her tongue against his skin and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her cute nose. Harry smiled and reached behind him, squeezing her ass. Padma wiggled her bottom against his palm while Parvati caressed his thigh.
"I'm going to use this one as well," Harry said at the next picture. Parvati and Padma were side by side on the bed with their chests flat against the mattress, their knees spread apart, and their asses high in the air. Both of them were bouncing their hips, causing their thick cheeks to clap together.
"I'm sure the guys will like that one," Parvati happily giggled in agreement.
They spent the next half an hour going over every single picture until they had chosen the ones they liked. "I'll get these to the Ministry for approval once the rest of the photoshoots are finished," he told them.
"I can't wait," Parvati squealed. "So many guys have asked me out since the cards were released. I wonder how many will want to date me when they see these?" she asked with a dreamy expression.
"You know, there are more important things than dating," Padma reminded her, seemingly forgetting that she had her hands up Harry's shirt and was freely feeling up his muscles.
"Pffft," Parvati sputtered as though she couldn't believe what she had just heard. "Maybe to you, but I enjoy being desired," she readily admitted.
"So do I, but it's not the most important thing in the world," Padma countered while pulling Harry's t-shirt over his head. She tossed it away, leaned down, and kissed his shoulder. "I guess some of us just have better control of our hormones," she added while her hand groped the crotch of his jeans. Parvati snickered and stood up.
"Yeah, you clearly have excellent control," she sarcastically stated and unbuttoned Harry's jeans. She tugged them off and dropped to her knees right between his parted legs. Parvati smiled prettily at him and wrapped her hand around his thick length. Padma didn't even hear her. She was too busy moving her lips over his neck and around his cheek. She found his lips and shoved her tongue down his throat as Parvati began tugging on his meat.
Harry moaned into Padma's mouth when he felt Parvati's lips touch his head. She wrapped her full, pink lips around it and sucked it like a lollipop. Meanwhile, Harry pushed Padma's panties down her hips, and she responded by pulling them the rest of the way off. She then grabbed Harry's hand and shoved it between her legs. Her pussy was wet and burning hot, and he teased her by lightly running his fingers down her slit. "Ohh!" Padma gasped. "That feels wonderful," she said through a shuddering breath.
His fingers glided across her slick folds, and Padma spread her legs wider, inviting him in. Down below, Parvati was giving him a blowjob-handjob combo while massaging his balls with her free hand.
"Mmm, you taste so good!" Parvati moaned and pressed her lips to the underside of his head. Her tongue wiggled around, tickling his cock and making it jump in her hand. She giggled hard when she felt it jerk against her palm. "You like that, huh?" she teased, looking up at him. Harry broke the kiss and looked down at her.
"You know I do," Harry moaned as her hand continued to work him. Parvati smiled proudly and began sucking on the head again. He felt her warm, wet tongue swirling all around it.
"Harrrry," Padma called out to him in an aroused voice. He looked at her, and she dropped down with her back on the bed, her legs bent, and her knees to the ceiling, facing his side. Her knees opened wide, and he saw her light brown skin glistening with wetness. Her inner lips were just barely peaking out from between her hairless outer lips, and they were shiny with wetness. A line of arousal led from her opening, down to her puckered hole. Harry placed his hand on her knee and slowly edged it down her smooth inner thigh. Padma cutely bit her lower lip and squirmed in place. He could smell how aroused she was. The heady scent of her wet pussy was making his head swim. Harry loved how soft and delicate her skin was, and it goosebumped when his hand neared the junction of her legs. Parvati didn't seem to like the fact that he was paying more attention to Padma rather than her. She removed her hand from the base of his cock and set both of her hands on his spread thighs. She then pushed her head all the way down, taking him completely down her throat.
With his free hand, he reached between his legs and threaded his fingers through her thick, black hair. He made sure not to pull on her hair as he gently guided her head up and down. "You're getting really good at this," Harry complimented her with a moan. Parvati seemed to take this to heart. She started bobbing her head faster while keeping her full, damp lips wrapped firmly around him. "That's good," Harry shuddered when she remembered to use her tongue. She kept the flat of her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, which felt really good.
Padma wasn't one to lose out to anyone, especially Parvati. When his fingers brushed against her opening, she grabbed his wrist and slid her hips down until his finger penetrated her. He instantly felt her silken walls tighten around it. Harry pulled his hand back and then slipped another finger inside. Two of his fingers were now being squeezed by her tight muscles. Her walls were incredibly slick and hot, and he couldn't wait to slip his cock inside. Padma was holding onto his forearm, keeping his hand in place as she rolled her hips and fucked herself on his fingers.
Harry watched as Padma rolled her hips and arched her back. Her lovely lips were slightly parted, and deep, ragged breaths left them. Her dainty hands slid up her smooth, toned belly and onto her incredibly perky tits. Her fingers tightened, and she roughly gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. "Deeper, Harry," Padma begged as her beautiful brown eyes fluttered. Her dark nipples were fully hard, and the stiff, crinkled tips jutted out from her galleon-sided areolas. Each one of her thin fingers brushed against the hardened tips, and she finished it off by pinching and pulling them. Her nipples stretched away from her body, making Padma gasp and clench her pussy around his fingers. Harry did as she asked and pushed his hand harder against her naked crotch. His fingers dug deep, and he curled them in the exact right spot to hit her most pleasurable place. Padma squealed and bucked her hips when he started stimulating her g-spot. Juices were rolling down his palm and forearm, and every thrust of his fingers produced a wet squelching sound. Suddenly, Parvati pulled away from his cock, and when he looked down, she was breathing heavily and stroking his shaft.
Looking up at him with a lustful look in her eyes, Parvati stood up and straddled his lap. She leaned forward and softly kissed his lips as she lifted her bottom. He felt her hand grab his shaft and slide his head along the length of her soaking wet slit. When the head was right below her opening, she slowly sank down, and her insanely tight pussy stretched around his girth. Parvati whimpered as she was stretched to the limit, and then sighed when her ass came to rest on his thighs. "I can't get over how big you are," she shuddered and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "You're going to ruin my pussy for all other men."
Harry chucked and lightly dragged his fingernails up her spine, making her tremble with need. He could already feel her pussy pulsating around him. "If they can't fill you up properly, then they don't deserve to have this gorgeous body," he replied, moving his hand back down her spine and onto her bare ass. His fingers dipped into the crack of her ass, and he easily found her tight, puckered hole. Parvati moaned when he traced the rim of her hole, and her arousal-slickened walls clutched his shaft.
Her hips began slowly rolling back and forth, and Harry could feel every inch of her tight, wet walls sliding up and down his shaft. Parvati's eyes fluttered, and her cheeks were flushed. Leaning in, she rested her forehead against his and whimpered as the head of his cock repeatedly mashed into her g-spot. Beside him, Padma clawed at the bedsheets as her pussy sucked on his fingers. He could tell she was close to cumming. He slid his two fingers all the way in, curled them, and pressed his thumb against her hard, swollen clit. His thumb wiggled from side to side, flicking over her hard bead and sending her into a sexual frenzy. Padma squealed and bucked her hips while her inner walls fluttered hard around his fingers.
Parvati cried out and started bouncing harder. It wasn't long before she was hopping up and down and driving her pussy onto his cock. The clapping of her cheeks hitting his thighs nearly drowned out the wet sounds Padma's pussy was making. Parvati then impaled herself fully on him and rolled her hips in a circle, massaging his cock with her scalding depths. Her face was buried in his neck, and she tickled his skin with her wiggly tongue. However, that wasn't good enough for her. Her lips traveled up his neck and over his chin. When she reached his lips, she dragged her tongue along the length of them, silently telling him what she wanted. Harry answered by putting his lips to hers, and Parvat responded by opening her mouth. Her talented tongue flicked against his as their lips danced, and she moaned into his mouth when the tip of his fingers tickled her tightest hole. She squeaked into his mouth, and her pussy tightly clenched.
"Oh!" she gasped with a pleasured moan. "I'm almost there!"
At that exact moment, Padma squealed loudly, and suddenly, both Harry and Parvati were drenched with a massive squirt of Padma's pussy juice. Harry continued playing with her clit as she spasmed and thrashed in pleasure. Padma's legs snapped shut when her pussy became too sensitive. Harry pulled his fingers from her and wrapped his arms around Parvati's slim waist. Rolling her over, he lay her down on her back and furiously thrust into her. Her pussy gripped him so tightly that he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Thankfully, Parvati arched her back and cried out to the heavens as she experienced her own powerful orgasm.
Harry hooked his arms underneath the backs of her knees and folded her body in half. His hips smacked loudly into the backs of her thighs as he pounded her for all she was worth. Parvati choked out a high-pitched moan while her toes curled in pleasure. A large wet spot formed underneath her as her pussy gushed juice. When he couldn't hold on any longer, Harry pushed his hips forward and penetrated her to the hilt. His balls pulsated, and he unleashed a torrent of cum into her orgasming pussy. Slowly, he moved his hips back and forth, relishing in the sensation of her silky walls milking him dry. Cum overflowed from her quivering cunt and dribbled down over her asshole. Harry sighed in relief when she had finally drained him dry. He rolled off of her and flopped onto the bed next to her. Parvati was still spasming through her orgasm, and she rolled onto her side and cuddled up next to him. "That was brilliant," Harry huffed as he tried to catch his breath.
"You're telling me," Parvati agreed as she lay soft kisses along his chest and shoulder. Harry turned his head when Padma moved. He watched as she crawled between his legs and took his semi-erect cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around it, and her tongue wiggled around the head. As soon as she started sucking, he was back to full mast. "She's such a slut," Parvati giggled and nuzzled up to him.
"It's what I like best about her," Harry joked, which made Parvati giggle even harder.
Red Light District
"Go to your room and wait for your father to arrive. I'm sure he wants to give you a piece of his mind," Molly Weasley told her son. They had just come back from a hearing with the Hogwarts Board of Governors. Thankfully, she had successfully pleaded her son's case, and he avoided any drastic consequences. Instead of an outright expulsion, he was suspended for two weeks and would remain on probation for a period of one year. All in all, Molly considered him very lucky. "Punching a professor," she huffed in anger. "What were you thinking?!"
"That greasy git deserved it! You should hear the way he talks to me," Ron argued his case. His arms were crossed over his chest in a defensive position, and he was shooting his mother a scowl. Molly wasn't having any of it.
"That's not an excuse!" she practically shouted. "You need to straighten up your act. Imagine what your life would be like if you were to get expelled from Hogwarts? No respectable business will hire you," she spoke truthfully. Ron snorted derisively.
"Please," he sarcastically began. "I'll just work with Fred and George," he told her. Molly's face scrunched up in confusion.
"Fred and George?" she asked.
"Yeah … Their joke shop," Ron told her. He was sure Fred and George would make him the manager if he asked. He was sure he could do a better job than them. Ron had an excellent mind for business … at least that was what he had been telling himself.
"They don't have a joke shop," she countered, and Ron shook his head.
"Not yet, but they went into business with that piece of shit, Harry Potter," Ron practically snarled at the sound of Harry's name.
"Watch your language!" Molly shot back with a glare. As for the twins, that was news to her. "Now, what's this about going into business with Harry Potter?" she asked him. Ginny had sent her multiple letters about this Harry Potter guy. Apparently, he was in the process of opening a business in the Red Light District of Diagon Alley, and he wanted to sign Ginny to a contract. Ginny asked her if she would agree to meet with him over the summer to discuss it. Molly agreed, though she was unsure what would come of it. A lot of guys made silly promises that never ended up panning out. Just look at her husband. Arthur had promised her a lot of things if she agreed to quit working at Milkies so she could focus on having a family. Those promises came to nothing. The family was just as broke as before. Still, she would listen to this Harry Potter fellow and hear what he had to say.
"Fred and George signed a contract with him to open a joke shop after they graduate. Potter gave them a ton of gold to start inventing joke items. I'm sure I can make a bunch of money if I work there. Fred and George are already selling Potter's Chocolate Frog cards, and they always sell out quickly. I'm sure I could sell them way better than they can, but they won't give me any to prove it. Can you tell them to give me some so I can start earning some gold, too?" Ron asked his mum.
Many thoughts began circulating through Molly's mind. If what Ron had just said was true, then Harry Potter might not just be talking out of his ass. He might have the gold to back up his words. 'This could potentially be really good for Ginny,' Molly thought as she rubbed her chin.
"Mum?" Ron called out to her when she hadn't spoken. Molly snapped out of her thought process and turned to her idiot son.
"Stop bothering your brothers and go to your room. I'll send your father up once he gets home," she authoritatively told him. Ron huffed and mumbled under his breath as he stomped his way up the stairs. Molly forgot all about him as soon as he was gone. She went straight to her room and grabbed a bottle of ink, a quill, and a piece of parchment from the drawer of the bedside table. She quickly wrote Harry Potter a letter, folded it, and sealed it with wax. She wanted to meet him as soon as possible.
Red Light District
The following day, Harry received Molly's letter during breakfast. She wanted to meet with him, and he certainly wasn't opposed to that. Ginny hadn't mentioned anything to him, so he guessed that she knew nothing about it. Being Sunday, Harry could easily go to Hogsmeade and sneak away for a while. With a plan in mind, Harry quickly finished up his breakfast and went straight to the magical village.
He first dropped by to see Tonks, and after teasing her for a bit, he went behind the shop and apparated to Ottery St. Catchpole. Arriving just past the Burrow's wards, Harry walked down the dirt path and up to the house. He knocked and waited. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Harry was more than a little surprised.
Molly Weasley was staring back at him, but this wasn't the Molly Weasley he had known. This Molly Weasley looked to be in her mid-thirties, though he knew she was older than that. She had a beautiful heart-shaped face and long red hair that gently curled over her shoulders. She had large, deep hazel eyes, a small button nose, and full red lips that were made to be wrapped around a cock. Her body was even better. Harry could fully understand why she had once worked at Milkies. Her breasts were bursting out of the top of her dress, and they were emphasized more by her slim waist and wide hips. Molly had the perfect hourglass figure. Her dress only reached mid-thigh, and he could see that her shapely legs were flawlessly smooth.
"May I help you?" she asked, clearly not knowing who he was.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley. I'm Harry Potter. You sent me a letter," he greeted her. Molly's eyes widened in surprise.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry, but shouldn't you be at Hogwarts right now?" she asked in confusion.
"I should be in Hogsmeade, but Bella allows me to leave since I have so much business to attend to," he told her.
"Bellatrix?" Molly raised an eyebrow before realizing something. "Don't tell me you're her new assistant?" she asked. Harry smiled and nodded.
"Oh, how wonderful!" Molly smiled. She had fond memories of her time in those classes, and she knew the assistant got many special privileges. "Oh, where are my manners? Please, come in!" she smiled prettily and moved aside to let him enter.
As soon as he entered the house, he heard, "What's HE doing here?!" Ron Weasley had made himself known, and he looked none too pleased.
"Hey, Ron!" Harry said in a friendly manner, smiling and waving. Harry knew it would only piss him off more, and at the same time, he was making a good impression on Molly.
"Bugger off, you …"
"RONALD! Show some manners. Harry is a guest in this house," Molly scowled.
"But …" Ron began, but Molly cut him off.
"If you can't be civil, then you can just wait in your room. Now, go!" she ordered, pointing at the stairs. Ron scowled back before returning to his room.
"I'm sorry about him," Molly sighed and shook her head. "I'm not sure what's gotten into him lately."
"It's okay. He's probably just having a bad week," Harry told her, and Molly smiled sweetly.
"I hope so. Anyway, I asked to meet you because I've heard you decided to go into business with the twins. Is this true?" she asked, and Harry nodded.
"We signed the contracts and everything," Harry said before going into greater detail. Molly listened carefully and quickly learned that her sons weren't being taken advantage of. In fact, they seemed to have gotten a pretty good deal.
"Thank you for not taking advantage of Fred and George. I had no idea they wanted to do this as a profession," she said, serving him some tea. As she leaned over to pour, he got a good look at her cock-hardening cleavage.
"They're very talented, and I'm sure we're going to make really good money," Harry told her.
"And what's this about Ginny? She wrote to me about you offering her a contract, and also something about modeling?" Molly asked him.
Harry then explained about his recent purchase of the building in Diagon Alley. "You're the one who bought that huge hotel?" she asked in shock. She had seen the recent renovations and wondered who had bought it. She knew it must have cost an absolute fortune.
"Yes, and I have big plans for it after I finish Hogwarts. I was hoping Ginny would come to work for me, and as for the modeling, I don't know if you've seen them, but I came out with a product called Chocolate Frogs." Harry then explained the sweets and the included cards. He told her all about his models and even how Bella and Madam Rosmerta had modeled for him.
"One hundred galleons for a few photo sets?" Molly exclaimed, slightly shocked at the amount he was offering. It was no wonder that Ginny was so eager to do it.
"I pay well, considering I'm making so much gold from their pictures," Harry truthfully told her. "I even brought an example," he said, reaching into his pocket and showing her one of Fleur's cards. Molly took it and looked it over before nodding.
"I suppose it should be up to Ginny. When the time comes, she can model for you if she chooses," Molly agreed. "As for the contract, have one written up and send it to me. I'll go over it, and then we can discuss it further," she told him. Harry smiled and nodded.
"And what about you, Molly?" he asked. She had asked him to call her Molly.
"Me?" she asked in confusion, and Harry nodded.
"Ginny said you used to work at Milkies. Have you ever thought about going back to work?" he asked her.
Molly flushed red. Those days were long past, even though the thought did send a thrilling shiver down her spine. They didn't call her the Squirt Queen of Milkies for nothing after all.
"Oh, no … I couldn't. I'm way too out of shape for that," she shook her head.
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked, checking out her body. "You're every man's wet dream."
Molly blushed deeply, and she certainly enjoyed the compliment. Arthur didn't pay her body much attention these days. He was always in his shed, tinkering with Muggle objects. "Thank you, Harry, but I'm a married woman. It wouldn't be right to go back to work."
"I'm talking about modeling," Harry corrected her assumption. "You could make some good money posing for me," he said, throwing it out there. He could see that she liked the thought. Her nipples quickly grew hard and poked against the cups of her dress. Molly then began squirming in place as she thought about it some more.
"You don't have to answer right now," Harry told her. "If you decide to take me up on the offer, just write to me again. One hundred galleons is nothing to sneeze at," he reminded her.
After a bit more chit chat, Harry left Molly to think over the idea. From the look on her face, he guessed that he would be receiving her letter in the near future. Harry smiled wickedly when he thought about Ron's reaction. He couldn't help but chuckle as he apparated back to Hogsmeade to begin his day of fun.