Chapter 35
The stands by the Black Lake groaned under the weight of too many students, all bundled in their House colors, and all twitching with excitement. Cold steam rose off the surface, and everyone knew that the water was frigid. No one wanted to miss the second task, not after the dragons. The cold wind bit through the layers of cotton and wool, driving everybody closer together.
Harry huddled on a hard bench near the back, flanked by Susan and Hannah. They were squeezed together, with no room to maneuver. The blanket they shared was thick, warm, and did a good job of protecting them from the frosty wind. Only their faces peeked out, red-nosed and misty-breathed. From the outside, everything looked innocent. Underneath … that was a different story.
Dumbledore's voice boomed out, magically amplified. "Champions, to your marks!" His hands swept open, drawing every eye to the water's edge.
"Oh, boy! It's about to start," Susan whispered excitedly. Her voice trembled, but not from cold.
Harry's hand had been on her thigh since they sat down. Now it slid higher, his thumb tracing lazy circles near her skirt's hem. Susan exhaled a shuddering breath, then bit her lip. She squirmed, shifting her weight and pressing closer into Harry's side.
Hannah leaned in from Harry's other side, lips brushing his ear. "We should've brought hot cocoa. Your hands are freezing." Hannah was holding his other hand and using her fingertip to tickle Harry's palm.
Harry smiled cheekily. "I can warm them up." He squeezed Susan's thigh, hard enough that she squeaked. The blanket shifted as Harry's fingers slipped beneath the hem of Susan's skirt. Susan had gone without tights underneath her skirt. Harry's Warming Charms were more than capable of protecting the girls from the winter cold. She gasped as he explored her soft, warm skin.
On the frozen grass below, Fleur stood radiantly in a powder blue robe that was belted tightly around her slim waist. It really emphasized the curviness of her hips. Her silvery-blonde hair caught every scrap of sunlight as it fluttered in the wind. She didn't shiver one bit. Next to her, Cedric Diggory rolled his shoulders, his shirt already half-unbuttoned, and at his side, Viktor Krum was pacing. His jaw was set tight, and his eyes never left the water's surface. Neville Longbottom brought up the rear, looking nervous but determined. The crowd buzzed with excitement and speculation. The Slytherins were betting on who would die first.
"Look at Fleur," Hannah said, her lips close to his ear. "She doesn't even look nervous."
Harry didn't bother looking. He already knew that Fleur was feeling very confident, and she had spent countless hours practicing for the task. He felt Susan shudder, and her legs parted another inch. His fingers reached the edge of her cotton panties, tracing the band. Susan inhaled, loud enough to catch a glare from a Slytherin two rows down. She clamped a hand over her mouth, cheeks blazing. Under the blanket, Harry's hand slid beneath the elastic, touching her warm, damp flesh.
"Harry," Susan whispered, her voice shaky. "Not here … everyone'll see …"
"They're all watching the lake," Harry said, and lightly pinched her clit. Susan's hips jerked. He stroked her slowly, savoring the wonderful heat of her body. Susan practically melted under his touch. Wetness coated his fingertips.
Dumbledore's speech faded into the wind, something about rules and bravery. Harry barely heard it. He curled a finger, sliding it along Susan's slit and collecting her juices. He pressed his finger against the edge of her clit, then circled it with a featherlight touch. Susan let out a muffled whine and dug her nails into his forearm.
Hannah peeked under the blanket, then smirked. "Is Susan getting all the fun?"
Harry pulled his hand out of hers. "I suppose I shouldn't leave you out," he said, and reached for Hannah's thigh. Her skirt rode up higher, practically inviting him in. Hannah shifted and spread her knees without a hint of shame.
The female crowd whooped as Cedric stripped off his shirt, his pale skin shining in the weak sun. Every girl in Hufflepuff screamed. Cedric pretended that he didn't like the attention, but Harry could tell that he did. Krum and Neville removed their robes to less fanfare.
Fleur waited for last, milking every second. She drew off her Beauxbatons robe slowly and deliberately sexy, and every guy in the stands held his breath. The bikini underneath was white and thin enough that Harry saw the exact outline of each hard nipple. Her areolas were shaded a perfect pink. Her tits spilled over every seam, and the triangles of fabric did more to frame her body than to cover it. Below, the string barely passed for a bikini bottom. It was just two slivers of fabric tied tight at the hips and a floss-thin band that disappeared into the pillowy cheeks of her ass. As she bent to untie her shoes, the boys in the stands lost control, howling and stamping their feet.
Fleur smirked, tossed her long hair, and straightened up. She flexed her arms overhead, tits thrust forward, then spun for the crowd. Susan, peeking out from under the blanket, giggled. "She's going to give McGonagall a heart attack."
Hannah said, "She's going to give every guy in the stands a heart attack."
Susan pressed her hips up, grinding against Harry's fingers, hungry for more stimulation. He slipped two fingers inside her and curled them. Her walls pulsed around him, clenching in desperate spasms. Harry thumbed her clit in a relentless rhythm, and Susan's jaw dropped. She sucked in air and let it out in a shaky moan.
"Oh, shit, Harry," she whispered as her silky, wet walls contracted around his fingers.
Hannah wrapped her arms around Harry's waist and nipped at his neck. Her own hand found his crotch and squeezed his cock through layers of cloth. "God, you're so hard already," she giggled.
Below, the Champions lined up at the lake's edge. Fleur looked back at the stands and winked. The sun caught her ass as she bent to stretch, her cheeks round and perfect. Cedric smirked at the wolf whistles. Viktor glared at anyone who dared to look at him.
"Stop teasing," Susan shuddered. She grabbed Harry's wrist and forced his hand to move. His fingers began pushing deeper inside her. Her panties were soaked through with a sticky mess. Harry worked her clit harder, stroking with practiced precision. Susan came almost instantly, her thighs spasming around his hand. She slumped against Harry's chest, panting.
Hannah's cold hand was already up Harry's shirt, her nails scraping his stomach before moving lower. She didn't bother with pretense. She wriggled his belt open with one hand, the other never leaving his thigh. "My turn," she whispered huskily, pulling him closer. Unfortunately, her attention was briefly diverted. The main event was about to start.
Dumbledore stepped forward, his eyes twinkling. "Champions, you have one hour to retrieve what you will sorely miss. On my mark … BEGIN!" he said, holding his wand high. The air vibrated with anticipation. Dumbledore's wand went off like a gunshot, and the task had begun.
Fleur sauntered up to the water's edge. She bent her knees, ass cocked out, and pointed her wand at the ground. A ripple of blue magic ran up her calves, thighs, and hips, all the way to her scalp. Then she leapt impossibly high, arching back like a showgirl with her arms spread.
In midair, Fleur spun her wand in a blur. Her body twisted, limbs fusing, and her skin turned smooth and slick. By the time she hit the lake, she was a dolphin from nose to tail, though the dolphin's underbelly was a dazzling white and its dorsal fin had a streak of platinum blonde.
The crowd erupted, and the Beauxbatons banners were flying. Even the Slytherins cheered for the sexy girl.
Krum scowled and muttered a spell. His arms and head bulged, his jaw jutted, and his nose flattened. His teeth sharpened to vicious points. The top half of his body was that of a shark. He had gray skin, a dorsal fin, and dead black eyes, while his legs remained human. He ran up and belly flopped into the water, splashing and snorting while his jaw snapped at nothing.
Cedric played it cool. He glanced at the rocks near the shore and tapped one with his wand. It shimmered, morphed, and swelled into a narrow wooden boat, just big enough for one. Cedric climbed in, grabbed the oar, and rowed out, each stroke clean and measured. He looked back over his shoulder as the Hufflepuffs cheered him on.
Neville hesitated, glancing up at the stands. Harry gave him a thumbs-up. Neville nodded, closed his eyes, and whispered a charm. His broom zoomed into view as he summoned it, and he climbed on, gripping it tightly. He took a deep breath, then launched himself out over the lake, wind tearing at his hair. When he was above the middle of the lake, Neville let go with one hand and performed a complicated wand motion. A silvery bubble popped into being around his head. He hovered, peered down at the water, and then dove in, vanishing with a tiny splash.
They watched as the Champions cut through the water, each taking a different angle. Fleur's Transfigured dolphin form was the fastest, surging ahead in smooth, perfect leaps. Krum thrashed, half-submerged, and he slowly propelled himself forward by wildly kicking his human legs. Cedric was slow but steady, staying on course.
For a long minute, the crowd fell into a trance, hypnotized by the spectacle. Then Fleur broke the surface near the middle of the lake, shot skyward in a fountain of spray, and dove again. Krum surfaced right behind her, his jaws snapping at her tail. The crowd howled.
Susan nuzzled into Harry's neck, her breath hot on his skin. "You really like watching her, don't you?"
He shrugged with a smile. "Who doesn't?"
She grinned, then bit his earlobe hard enough to barely sting. Her hand crept down, undoing his zipper with slow, practiced ease. Under the blanket, she found his cock and squeezed, her fingers gentle but insistent.
Harry leaned back and smiled, ignoring the noise of the crowd. Fleur and Krum disappeared under the water. Cedric finally reached the middle and also used a Bubblehead Charm before diving headfirst into the water.
"God, I wish I looked like Fleur," Hannah said, watching the show. "She had all the guys eating out of the palm of her hand."
Susan pumped Harry's cock with long, smooth strokes. She rubbed her thumb against the tip of his head, making him shudder. "We're not doing so badly, you know. Since Harry's cards came out, I've been asked out by dozens of guys."
Hannah leaned over, her tongue sliding along Harry's neck. "Sadly for them, they can't compete with Harry."
Harry glanced around. The rest of the stands were too distracted by the Champions. No one seemed to notice them in the back row. He spread his legs to let the girls do as they wished, lost in the heat beneath the blanket.
Fleur broke the surface again to expel water and suck in some much-needed air. Krum barreled out of the lake behind her, his jaws wide. For a second, it looked like he might eat her whole. Instead, Fleur twisted, slapped him with her tail, and disappeared. The crowd erupted in laughter.
Harry's whole body tensed as the pleasure spiked. Susan's hand was relentless, and every stroke sent a jolt through his spine. Hannah nipped his ear as her hand caressed his stomach. Hannah then moved Susan's hand out of the way, ducked her head underneath the blanket, and got on her knees between his spread legs. Susan bit her lip and watched, then moaned softly as her hand slipped under her own skirt. She spread her legs, making it obvious as to what she wanted. "God, I'm so wet," she whispered while her fingers traced the length of her slit. "Harry, can you please make me cum again?" she cutely begged.
Hannah bent down and began laying soft kisses up and down his shaft. Her warm, wet tongue lapped along the underside, making his hips buck. She sucked the tip and swirled her tongue around the head while using her hand to stroke the rest. Harry exhaled and groaned from the pleasure. He could hear the wet sounds of her sucking, and he could see Hannah's head bobbing up and down under the blanket.
He reached for Susan, slid his hand up her thigh, and found her panties. The crotch was still soaked through. He rubbed her through the thin fabric and felt her body twitch. She whimpered and began grinding against his fingers. Harry pulled the fabric aside, exposing her wet pussy. He slid two fingers between her lips, deep into the hot slickness inside. Susan's head fell back, and her breath came in broken gasps.
"Oh! Yes, Harry … Right there," Susan gasped as Harry toyed with her favorite spot.
Harry worked his fingers in and out, curling them while his thumb rolled over her clit. Susan clenched around him, her muscles spasming. She clutched at his wrist, demanding more. The pressure built quickly, and every movement of his fingers sent sparks up Susan's spine.
Under the blanket, Hannah sucked him harder. Her mouth was wrapped tightly around his shaft, and her free hand playfully massaged his balls. She hummed with pleasure, like she loved every second. Harry was close already. He could feel his balls tightening more with every bob of her head.
Susan leaned in and pressed her mouth to Harry's. Her tongue began probing at his lips. She moaned into his mouth, desperate for more pleasure. "Don't stop," she whispered. "Please, don't stop."
Harry didn't stop. Instead, he moved his fingers faster. He drove his fingers deep, tickled her g-spot with his fingertips, and felt her hips bucking. Susan came fast, her curvy body shaking as a low whine escaped her lips. She bit his neck to keep from screaming, clutching at his shirt with both hands.
Hannah increased the tempo, and her lips were practically a blur as they slid up and down his shaft. At the same time, her hand furiously pumped the base of his shaft to add extra pleasure. Harry couldn't hold out. He grabbed Susan's ass with his free hand, pulled her close, then erupted into Hannah's mouth, shooting hot spurts of cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed it all, not missing a beat, then licked him clean. Harry kissed his balls for good measure and smiled widely as she surfaced from under the blanket.
The noise from the crowd rose as Krum's shark-fin sliced through the surface of the lake, but he could barely hear it over his and Susan's heavy breathing. Susan slumped against him, panting. Hannah nuzzled up to his side, licking her lips. "You taste like Christmas pudding," she said, then giggled. "Salty and sweet."
Harry laughed, breathless. "I'm not sure everyone would agree with that."
Hannah shrugged with a cheeky smile. "More for me then."
Susan slid her hand up Harry's shirt and gently dragged her nails over his chest. "You're amazing," she whispered, then kissed him slowly and deeply. She sucked on his tongue, greedy for more.
The three of them huddled together, hidden under their warm blanket. The stands throbbed with the tension of the task, but no one noticed them or their naughty games. They were too busy staring at the water as the Champions battled in silence.
Red Light District
The hour passed in a blur of anticipation. At first, nothing happened. The lake surface rippled, and occasionally Fleur's dolphin form would appear to suck in some air. The crowd grew restless, the professors and judges whispered, and the spectators shifted for a better view.
Then, with a thunderous splash, a head broke the surface near the shore. Neville, pale and wild-eyed, flailed his arms as he desperately pushed himself toward the shore. He kicked hard while a second shape clung to his back. A very wet and curvy Lavender Brown held onto Neville for dear life. Harry could see her breath misting with every panicked exhale. The crowd surged to its feet, roaring. Neville pumped his legs, dragging both of them toward the bank. Lavender sputtered, then spat water into Neville's face. He groaned, then laughed, and then collapsed onto the shore, clutching her like a lifeline. Madam Pomfrey immediately rushed over with blankets and a couple of Pepper-Ups.
Less than a minute later, a streak of silver shot out of the water with someone hanging onto her dorsal fin. She swam straight for the bank and beached herself. A second later, Fleur, in her human form, was lying on the shore, breathing heavily. Next to her was her sister, Gabrielle, shivering but alive and unharmed. Fleur hugged her sister to her chest as Madam Pomfrey ran over and wrapped them both in warm, dry blankets.
Cedric followed, swimming with all his strength. Cho Chang was with him, clinging to his back as she kicked her feet to help propel them forward. Cedric stumbled as he hit the shore and nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Hufflepuffs threw themselves against the railings, screaming his name.
For a long moment, nothing else moved. Then the surface of the lake erupted. Krum's shark head broke the surface, his jaws snapping with Hermione clamped to his back. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. He swam as hard as he could, but Harry could tell he was worn out. Hermione looked exhausted, but happy to be alive. Her arms were locked around Krum's thick neck.
When they hit the bank, Krum slithered onto the sand with Hermione still hanging on. He shook off the shark transformation, spat out a fish, and then slumped beside her, both of them panting. Madam Pomfrey rushed over and gave them the same treatment. With all of the Champions and their hostages safely on shore, they were moved to a nearby tent to receive proper medical treatment.
It took a while for the crowd to calm down. Meanwhile, the judges were talking it over at their table. When they had finally made their decision, Dumbledore stood, cleared his throat, and magically amplified his voice.
"Our Champions have proven themselves today with courage, ingenuity, and …" he looked at Fleur with a twinkle in his eye. " … unexpected style. The judges have tallied their scores."
He raised his wand. Numbers shimmered in the air above the lake.
"For Neville Longbottom, who completed his task in fifty-five minutes and twenty-four seconds. Forty-eight points!"
A wild cheer from Gryffindor.
"For Fleur Delacour, who completed her task in fifty-five minutes and fifty-three seconds. Forty-five points!"
The Beauxbatons section whistled and cheered while the rest of the school howled at Fleur's performance … as well as her choice in swimwear.
"For Cedric Diggory, who completed his task in fifty-seven minutes and twelve seconds. Forty-three points!"
The Hufflepuffs erupted with cheers and claps, some in tears.
"For Viktor Krum, who completed his task in fifty-eight minutes and twenty-two seconds. Forty points!"
Durmstrang's cheer was fierce but short.
Harry leaned in close to his girls. "I told you Neville would surprise everyone."
Susan grinned happily while she continued to snuggle into him. "I'm just glad no one drowned."
Hannah blew in Harry's ear. "I think Fleur's still the real winner. She had the most style."
The crowd poured from the stands, flooding the grounds with laughter and excitement. The Champions and their partners hung out in front of the tent, bundled in blankets and beaming with pride. Fleur and Gabrielle were happily chatting away in French. Neville strutted with Lavender clinging to his arm. Lavender obviously wanted everyone to see her on Neville's arm. Cedric and Cho were wrapped together in a Hufflepuff yellow blanket, looking happier than Harry had ever seen them. Krum and Hermione were quietly talking, though it appeared that she couldn't quite understand his heavily-accented English.
As the celebrations raged, Harry pulled Susan and Hannah closer. The two girls giggled, and both of them kissed his cheek.
Red Light District
When the crowds thinned and the afterglow of the task began to fade, Harry slipped away from Susan and Hannah, who were both ready to get out of the cold. The two of them made a beeline for the castle while Harry made his way over to see Fleur. The wind began to pick up, and the cold air stung his cheeks.
Fleur waited by the Champions' tent with a thick blanket draped over her shoulders. Her hair, now dry, was a bit poofier and wilder than usual, but it somehow made her look even sexier. She saw him and smiled happily. Before Harry could say a word, Fleur closed the distance and threw her arms around his neck. She smelled like lake water, but there was also the hint of her natural fragrance. He held her tight and ran his hands over her curves. Her sexy body radiated heat.
"Congratulations," he said, his voice muffled as he nuzzled her neck and breathed in her scent.
Fleur pulled back just far enough to look him in the eye. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked, her accent thick and teasing.
Harry laughed. "You were amazing. The whole school is talking about you."
"And my bikini? I wore it just for you," Fleur teased, and sweetly kissed his lips.
Harry chuckled. "I think your bikini is going to go down in Hogwarts history," he teased her back, and she happily giggled. Fleur kissed him again, deeper and more passionately this time.
Her kiss was hot and greedy, and Harry lost himself in it. His hands roamed under the blanket, his palms finding the curve of her waist, her ribs, and the amazing swell of her ass. She pressed in, rubbing against him while her tongue hungrily traced his lips.
They broke for air. Fleur touched her forehead to his. "My mother wishes to meet you," she said, her voice soft and breathy.
"She's here?" Harry asked, surprised. He supposed it shouldn't have been a surprise, considering Gabrielle was here as well.
Fleur nodded, her gorgeous eyes sparkling. "She is waiting. Come."
She took his hand, laced her fingers with his, and led him away from the tent. They walked toward the Beauxbatons carriage while Harry wondered why exactly she wanted to meet with him. He supposed he was about to find out.
Chapter 36
The Beauxbatons carriage was parked on the far edge of the grounds. Its powder-blue exterior was glossy, even in the gray Scottish gloom. Fleur led him up the gold steps and through the gleaming doors. The inside was warmer than Harry expected. It was very warm, in fact. Harry guessed that the French weren't used to such cold, miserable weather. The walls were covered with ornately carved wooden panels, and the floor was cushioned with thick blue carpets. There were little gold-trimmed sofas, and everywhere you looked were bright, gilded mirrors. Everything about the place was opulent. Fleur pulled him through a thin corridor to a door near the back. As they entered, Harry spotted Apolline.
She was perched in a velvet armchair, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. Her dress was insanely small. It was just a tight, red band of fabric stretched across the most perfect rack Harry had ever seen. Her breasts looked like they were one deep breath from bursting free. The hem of the dress was cock-hardeningly high, and the crossing of her knees only highlighted the flash of pale thigh above. Harry could see the black crotch of her panties peeking from between her thighs. Her feet were bare, and her nails were painted candy red. A pair of strappy black heels was discarded at her feet. She looked up at them, and her eyes instantly locked onto his. Her expression was smoldering, and Harry's cock twitched in his trousers just by looking at her.
"Maman, I present to you 'Arry Potter," Fleur said, possessively slipping her arm through his.
Apolline uncrossed her legs and stood. Harry got a very nice flash of her panties. The thin, black fabric seemed to hug the shape of her pussy lips. She was only an inch taller than Fleur, but she carried herself with this regal, predatory grace that made her seem taller than she actually was. Her silvery-blonde hair was loose, falling in a shimmering sheet down her back. Her skin was pale, with a dusting of pink across her cheeks and the tops of her large breasts. Her eyes were an icy blue, and her lips were full and very kissable. Apolline had a gorgeous, heart-shaped face.
" 'Arry Potter," she said in accented English. "I am delighted to meet you at last."
She held out her hand, her palm facing down. Harry took it and pressed his lips to the back of her hand, and Fleur smiled in satisfaction. Her skin was warm, soft, and faintly perfumed. He glanced up and saw her watching him, her lips parted in a slight smile.
"You are every bit as 'andsome as Fleur described," Apolline purred, withdrawing her hand with a flourish. "And taller than I imagined." Her gaze dipped, as if slowly appraising him, before returning to meet his eyes. "I am very pleased Fleur 'as found such a successful friend."
Fleur gave a happy little hum. " 'Arry is the most popular man in England. The girls 'ere worship 'im, and the boys wish to be 'im. It is very entertaining."
Apolline let out a laugh. "I can see why." She gestured to a sofa. "Sit, please. Make yourself comfortable."
Harry sat down, and Fleur curled up beside him, tucking her legs under her. Apolline settled into her chair and re-crossed her legs. The move was deliberate, and Harry could see even more of her toned, bare thigh. The dress rode up higher, and Apolline did nothing to hide the crotch of her panties.
"So, tell me, 'Arry," Apolline said, "Do you enjoy photography? Fleur 'as shown me some of the cards you made. They are very … how do you say … professional? Artistic?"
Harry felt his cheeks flush, but he leaned back and smiled. "I love it. It's become one of my favorite pastimes, actually. Fleur's a natural. All the Beauxbatons girls are, really."
Apolline's mouth curved up at the corner. "I was a model once, when I was Fleur's age." She glanced at Fleur, then back to Harry. "I miss it. I miss the attention and 'ow fun it was. Per'aps I should pose again. What do you think?"
Harry smiled kindly at her. "I think you'd be amazing. If you wanted to, I mean. You're …" He stopped, realizing he was about to say "the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" in front of Fleur.
Apolline's laugh was softer this time. "You may say it, if you wish."
"Um … you're gorgeous," Harry said, peeking at Fleur to gauge her reaction. She didn't seem to mind one bit.
She leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees, giving him an eye-popping view of her cleavage. "You are very sweet, and I appreciate that you 'elp Fleur so much. I am sure the transition from our country to yours 'as been difficult. You 'ave made it much better for 'er."
Fleur squeezed his arm. " 'e is the best," she said with certainty.
Apolline reached over and gently ran her nails along the inside of Harry's forearm. "You must let me thank you properly, 'Arry." Her tone left no doubt about what she meant.
Fleur giggled. "She is always very … expressive," she said to Harry, her eyes sparkling.
Harry grinned like an idiot. "I don't mind at all."
Apolline smiled and stood, gliding over to the sofa. She sat next to Harry, pressing in so close that he could easily feel the heat of her body. The scent of her hair was intoxicating. Her thigh was hot against his, and she reached up and brushed a stray hair from his forehead. "You are so tense, 'Arry. Let me 'elp you relax."
Harry exhaled, trying not to stare directly at her breasts. "Thank you, Madame Delacour."
She made a face. "You must call me Apolline … or Ma chérie, if you wish." She winked at Fleur. "I think you would enjoy that."
Fleur snorted. "She is joking … maybe."
Harry looked from one to the other. "If it's not too forward … I'd love to do a shoot with you. Fleur hinted that you might be open to it."
Apolline beamed. "Oui! That would be delightful." She leaned in and kissed him on each cheek, her lips leaving a tingle on his skin. On the second kiss, her lips brushed the corner of his mouth and lingered for a moment longer than necessary. Harry felt his heart thunder in his chest.
She took his hand, placed it on her thigh, and patted it as if to say, "This is where it belongs." Her thigh was hot and incredibly smooth. It felt smoother than the finest silk. The hem of her dress didn't cover much, and when she shifted, Harry saw a tiny triangle of black lace flash between her thighs.
Fleur, still curled on his other side, stroked his arm lovingly. She draped her legs over his, so now he was sandwiched between two Veela, and their combined body heat made it feel a bit toasty. Apolline turned to him with eager eyes. "When would you like to 'ave the photoshoot?"
He swallowed and tickled her inner thigh with his fingertips. "Any time you want."
She looked over at Fleur. "Per'aps you could show me some more of your work?"
Fleur bounced to her feet and rummaged through a satchel. She came back with a stack of chocolate frog cards and handed them to her. Apolline flipped through them, pausing at a photo of Fleur in transparent lingerie. She arched her eyebrow, then looked back at Harry. "You 'ave talent, but Fleur says you do not use magic to alter the photos. Is that true?"
Harry nodded. "I prefer them to look natural. Magic always makes them look fake."
Apolline looked pleased. "Good. The female body is perfect. It should be celebrated, not 'idden." She set the cards aside and slipped her arm through Harry's, pressing her breast into his bicep. "You must come to France sometime. There are beaches, and even fewer clothes."
Harry's cheeks turned slightly pink, and Fleur giggled, sliding closer so that her hip pressed against his. "I think you made 'im bashful."
"Have I ever been bashful with you?" Harry chuckled and squeezed her thigh.
Apolline's gaze locked on his. "And with me?"
He grinned, and his eyes twinkled. "I can get used to anything."
She laughed, and the sound was pleasant and almost musical. She squeezed his thigh with her hand and left it there, her thumb dangerously close to his groin. "You are very bold, 'Arry. I like that."
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Fleur tucked her head against his shoulder. "We are very lucky to have 'Arry. 'e is better than any boy at Beauxbatons."
Apolline smiled. "I am starting to believe you."
She took his other hand from Fleur's thigh and sandwiched it between both of hers. Her touch made his cock jump. "You must come for dinner," she said. "Tonight, I will make something special."
Fleur purred. " 'er cooking is the best, and after …" She trailed her fingers up and down Harry's arm, then flicked his earlobe with her tongue. "… we can take more pictures."
Harry could barely focus. "That sounds perfect. I have a meeting with Daphne Greengrass later, but I can make myself available tonight."
Apolline released his hand, but her eyes lingered on him. "You are very strong-willed, 'Arry, but you must take care not to be pulled apart by the women who want you." She slowly ran her tongue over her lips. "I would 'ate to see you torn into pieces."
He laughed with a smirk. "I'll try not to let that happen."
Fleur nuzzled against him. "She just wants you for 'erself."
Apolline's fingers slid up his thigh another inch. Her fingertips were now resting on his bulge. "Would that be so terrible?" she asked, her voice lower now. "To belong to us, even for a short while?"
Harry shook his head and found he couldn't look away from her. The woman was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes were glittering, and her sweet lips were glistening. Apolline leaned in, her lips a hair's breadth from his. "You may kiss me, if you like."
He did just that. Harry didn't hesitate. He leaned in and found her soft lips. Her mouth opened for him, and for a second, Harry thought Fleur would object, but she just giggled and stroked his hair, then leaned in to kiss his cheek at the same time.
The three of them were pressed together, and Harry could hardly tell where one woman ended and the other began. Apolline's hand found its way between his legs, and she squeezed his hard cock through his trousers. She moaned into his mouth before pulling away, smiling widely.
"I will be a very good model for you, 'Arry," Apolline whispered. "And maybe something more."
Harry smiled, dazed and happy. "I hope so."
Fleur ran her hand down his chest and lightly kissed his neck. They were interrupted when a door opened at the far end of the room. Gabrielle strode out, wrapped in a tiny towel. Her skin glistened with a few stray drops of water, and her pale hair clung damply to her shoulders. She was a little shorter than Fleur, but with a slightly curvier build. Her hips were wide, her waist tiny, and her breasts were nice and round. The towel just barely covered her luscious body, and her legs were on full display. They were silky smooth, toned, and slightly damp.
Gabby had eyes almost the exact color as Fleur's, but they were a bit more mischievous. She stopped dead when she saw Harry and blushed as she looked over at Fleur. "Oh!" Gabby said, and her accent was more French than Fleur's. "You did not tell me 'e would be 'ere."
Fleur rolled her eyes. "Gabby, you are still wet … and naked, as always."
Gabby shrugged, unconcerned. She strutted over, not bothering to hide her body. "I am used to people seeing me. In France, we are not so uptight."
Apolline stood, proud and unconcerned. "Gabrielle, this is 'Arry Potter."
Harry stood to greet her, and Gabby stuck out her hand. Harry took it and kissed the back, just like with Apolline. Gabby giggled, and her whole body bounced with the motion.
"I am a very big fan of your cards," Gabby said, smiling prettily. "Fleur 'as shown me 'ers, and I must say, I am very jealous."
Harry smiled back. "Thank you. Fleur's told me a lot about you."
"Only good things, I 'ope," Gabby said, sidling in close and giving his bicep an appraising squeeze. "You are stronger than you look. Very nice."
Apolline smiled with pride. "Gabby wants to be a model too. She asks every day."
Fleur groaned. "She is too much sometimes."
Gabby turned, her hands on her hips. The towel started to slip, and she caught it at the last second. "I am not too much, I am just enough," she said, sticking out her pink tongue. Then she looked Harry dead in the eyes, and her lips parted slightly. "Am I not pretty enough for your camera, 'Arry?"
Harry eyed her up and down. "You're gorgeous."
Gabby beamed in response. "See? 'e thinks so too."
Apolline laughed and shook her head. " 'e is very honest. That is refreshing."
Gabby let go of her towel, and it dropped to the floor. She stood naked in front of Harry, utterly unashamed. Her breasts were large for her frame. They were pale, round, and extremely perky, with pale pink, slightly puffy nipples. Her belly was flat and toned, and her hips flared out perfectly. She was completely bald between her legs, and her mound was smooth and puffy. Her pussy lips were taut and barely peeked out from between her legs. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from her, and Gabby saw this and smiled wider.
She spun, showing off her ass. Her ass was wide and round, with a little dimple at the base of her spine. Gbby then faced Harry again, her hands clasped behind her back, pushing her chest forward to give him more to look at.
"I would love to model for you," Gabby said, walking right up to him. She pressed her naked body into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Whenever you want. I will always make myself available to you," she seductively told him.
Harry glanced at Apolline, who merely smiled and shrugged. "She is very determined," Apolline said. "She usually gets what she wants."
Gabby, still pressed against him, whispered in his ear. "Am I the prettiest you have seen, or is it Fleur?" she asked teasingly while laying soft kisses along his jaw. Fleur rolled her eyes, grabbed Harry, and pulled him back down onto the couch between Apolline and herself.
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "You're all beautiful."
Gabby squealed in happiness, then jumped onto his lap. Her arms went around his neck, her breasts squished against his chest, and she nuzzled his cheek with her nose. She smelled wonderful, and her body felt amazing. Fleur smiled and shook her head. "She will suffocate you if you let her."
Apolline didn't seem bothered at all. She sat beside him and watched with a lazy, indulgent smile. Gabby kissed Harry's cheek, then his jaw, and then she moved to his lips. She was wild and affectionate, and her tongue slid against his before she pulled back, giggling. "Your lips taste wonderful," she said with a sexy smile. Her cheeks were slightly pink.
Gabby wiggled in his lap, her bare ass grinding into his thigh. Harry ran his hands down her sides and caressed her soft, warm skin. Her hand found his, and she guided it to her waist, then moved it lower, placing it on the curve of her ass.
"Touch me?" Gabby whispered, her blue eyes huge and playful.
Harry squeezed her ass and used his finger to play with her tight asshole, and Gabby squealed again. She bounced in his lap, making her tits wobble. She bent forward, letting them hang in front of his face. Gabby pinched one of her nipples and rolled it between her finger and thumb.
Fleur wrapped her arms around Harry from the other side. "She is impossible," she murmured into his ear, but her hand snaked around to rub Harry's stomach.
Apolline rolled her eyes and snickered. She got up, poured herself a glass of wine, and lifted it to her lips, watching the scene unfold. " 'Arry, you must tell us," she said in a sultry voice. "Who is the sexiest in the room?"
Harry swallowed loudly as Gabby continued to grind her naked pussy into the bulge of his trousers. "It's impossible to choose."
Gabby clapped her hands. "Then you must photograph us all together! You would like that, oui?"
Fleur snickered. "You just want to show off your tits."
Gabby shrugged, unapologetic. "Of course. They are perfect." She lifted them in her hands and squeezed them together for Harry's benefit. " 'e likes them, I can tell." Harry couldn't argue, especially when she let them drop, and they bounced around.
Gabby's kisses returned, this time trailing down his neck. Her hands were all over him, and she pressed her whole body against his. Her hair tickled his face, and her nipples brushed his skin every time she shifted. Harry was rock hard, and Gabby noticed immediately.
She giggled. "You see? 'e is ready for us."
Apolline set down her wineglass. "Gabby, you mustn't overwhelm poor 'Arry."
Fleur added, " 'e is not used to so much attention at once."
Harry almost choked. "Actually, I …"
He didn't get to finish because Gabby kissed him full on the mouth, moaning softly. Fleur stroked his hair, murmuring in French. Apolline watched with approval, her own hand drifting up her thigh, absentmindedly stroking the smooth skin.
Gabby finally broke the kiss and leaned back, her chest heaving. "You are a very good kisser," she told him.
Apolline rose from her seat and crossed the room. She knelt in front of Harry, right between his legs. Gabby was still perched in his lap, but Apolline reached past her and placed her hand over Harry's, squeezing gently.
"You are enjoying yourself, yes?" she asked, looking up at him. Her hand slid up his thigh, and her fingers toyed with the bulge in his trousers. "We wish only to make you 'appy."
Harry was having the time of his life. Gabby's soft, warm tits were mashed against him. Fleur's lips and hands were on his neck and chest, and Apolline was rubbing his cock through his trousers. He nodded and rubbed Gabby's asshole.
Gabby giggled and ground her hips against him. Her pussy was wet and hot against his leg. " 'e is very 'appy. I can tell."
Apolline smiled. "Gabby, you are a brat." She then said to Harry: "If you wish to stop, just say so."
"I don't want to stop," Harry managed to say.
Fleur pressed in close. "Good."
Apolline opened his trousers and freed his cock, stroking it lightly. Gabby gasped, delighted at the sight. "Oh, my! It is so big!"
Apolline's tongue flicked over her lips. "He is very impressive." She stroked him slowly, savoring his size and texture.
Gabby twisted so she could look down, and then she giggled. "I bet it could make you cum in seconds," she whispered to Fleur, who blushed and nodded.
Apolline continued to stroke him, her hand soft and warm. Gabby leaned in and kissed the tip of Harry's cock, and her tongue slithered out to taste it. She giggled and did it again, more boldly this time. Fleur stroked Harry's chest and whispered, "Just enjoy it. She will take care of you."
Apolline took him into her mouth, just the tip at first, and swirled her tongue around the head. Gabby's eyes were huge, watching in fascination. "Wow," Gabby breathed. "I want to try."
Apolline let Gabby take over, and Gabby immediately bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could. It wasn't very deep, and she was giggling the whole time, but it felt amazing. Her tongue wiggled around the shaft, and she moaned with pleasure as he twitched in her mouth.
Fleur passionately kissed Harry while her hand caressed his balls, gently rolling them in her palm. Her hair fell around his face, brushing his cheeks. She pressed her chest to his, and he could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
Apolline took her turn again, then shared Harry's cock with Gabby, taking turns licking and sucking. They giggled and teased each other, competing to see who could make him moan louder. Gabby's technique was pure enthusiasm and playfulness, while Apolline was a true expert. She sucked him slowly and used her tongue to stimulate all the best spots. She knew what she was doing.
Harry lasted only a few minutes longer before he felt the surge building. Fleur must have sensed it, because she pulled back and whispered in his ear, "Finish in 'er mouth."
Apolline took him deep, her lips sealing around the head, and Gabby licked his shaft at the same time. Harry groaned and jerked his hips. He came hard, and Apolline swallowed it all, not missing a drop. Gabby watched, her eyes huge with excitement.
Apolline pulled off and licked her lips. "Mmm. You taste even better than I thought."
Gabby squealed and hugged Harry, squishing her tits against his face. "You are amazing, 'Arry! I want to do it again. Please?" she excitedly begged while Harry laid soft kisses all over her nipple.
Fleur kissed him on the lips, and then Gabby kissed him on the cheek. "Maybe after dinner," Fleur said, laughing. Apolline kissed the tip of his cock and stood, smoothing her dress.
Gabby sat in his lap, her arms around his neck and beaming with happiness. "I cannot wait to be alone with you," she naughtily whispered into his ear.
Fleur wrapped herself around his arm. Apolline poured more wine and settled in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Harry sat in the middle, dazed and surrounded by three of the most beautiful women in the world, all of them wanting him. He couldn't wait for tonight.