Harry was sprawled out in a chair, looking up at the ceiling of the Three Broomsticks. He groaned out loud, his hands hanging down by the sides of the chair. He couldn't help but think back to how excited he was when he heard that he was going to be sent to Hogsmeade, finally getting to prove how much he had learned and improved in a real scenario! He should have known it was too good to be true.
"Up and at 'em boss," Angelina said. "We've got company. Unidentifiable group of witches at four o'clock."
"That's twelve o'clock," Tonks said.
"Close enough," Angelina shrugged.
All the members of Harry's team were there, sitting around the same table. Rosmerta was bringing them butterbeers, picking the drinks off a tray and setting them in front of Harry and his friends/allies. Harry looked over at what Angelina had been talking about and spotted a gaggle of young witches filing through the door.
They were young, probably in their third year, and clearly fangirls of his. They shouldn't have been in Hogsmeade at all, but Scrimgeour had been playing a much sneakier game than Harry realized.
Hogsmeade wasn't getting a huge influx of Ministry protection because the Death Eaters were going to attack it. Instead, all week long an event was being held where students were allowed to visit Hogsmeade on any day. There were Aurors crawling all over the place so students would see them and get a more favorable impression of the Ministry's overall strength. Then, there was the crowning jewel to it all, who hadn't been aware of his nature as a showpiece until far too late: Harry himself.
They were using his celebrity star power to prop up the Ministry's image. At first Harry saw the logic in it, but over time, even though he kind of understood, it just got more annoying. Since he had gone and joined the Ministry, combined with rumors that had spread—despite Dumbledore's best efforts—of Harry killing Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Harry's fame had become something totally unlike what it had been while he was at the school.
He'd become exotic to students who already pretty much worshipped him. Now, interacting with them made Harry feel like a Quidditch pro who won the world cup. Actually, it was even more rabid than that, because these people were extremely scared and were relying on their perception of him for safety.
The third year girls approached and the leader babbled something completely incoherent. At the end, she thrusted a pen and quill in his face. Harry groaned again, but quickly grabbed the quill and gave a signature. He did the same for all of her friends, and they squeaked something and ran away.
"You're getting—snort!—pretty fast at that!" Angelina said.
"Yeah," Harry said without any emotion.
"Uh oh. Seems like he's broken," Tonks said.
"I think Harry's just a little bit tired," Susan said.
"Yeah," Harry said exactly the same way.
"Does that mean he's not taking any more visitors?" said a girl's voice.
Harry perked up immediately. He had been so morose that he didn't notice the door admitting two other faces. These were a much more welcome sight, and not just because of their dual buxom figures.
"Hermione! Lavender!"
Harry stood up and wrapped both the girls into a crushing hug, heedless of the way it squeezed their breasts into his chest. Lavender giggled. Hermione seemed bashful, but grateful to see Harry at the same time.
When Harry ended the hug he only pulled back part of the way, leaving his hands planted on the girls' shoulders.
"I'm glad you could make it!" Harry said.
He was talking to Hermione. Lavender had already been by once, as had many of the members of the old DA. However, in that time, Harry's closest friends had been struggling to make it. Ron got to Hogsmeade once, but he had to skip class to do so, earning himself a fierce set of detentions. When Ron had been there, he said that the teachers had been acting strangely and not letting him or Hermione out of the castle. Harry suspected it was Dumbledore's orders.
"It wasn't easy," Hermione said. "However, well, we've done enough sneaking that I've got practice. Although it's a lot harder to get out without your cloak."
"Cloak?" Lavender asked.
"You haven't heard about it?" Angelina said, sipping her butterbeer. "Harry's got an invisibility cloak. That's how he got into all those shenanigans while he was an ickle student."
"Oh!" Lavender said. Right away, her eyes shone teasingly. She punched Harry's side playfully. "How lucky for you! So… how often did you use it to sneak into the girls shower?"
"Harry wouldn't do that!" Hermione said.
However, Harry got quiet.
"Are you sure about that Hermione?" Lavender said. "That face says otherwise."
Harry looked away furtively.
"Harry!" Hermione said, utterly scandalized.
Harry couldn't hold it in anymore. He cracked up, turning back to Hermione and giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"I never did that," he said. "I'm not Seamus. I just wanted to see what your face would look like if I played along."
Hermione was bright red, but she refused to go down alone.
"If you want to talk about faces, how about yours when you were giving those girls autographs?" Hermione said. "You looked totally disinterested and aloof, but you did it so fast. I guess you're like a real celebrity now. Like a new Gilderoy Lockheart!"
There were a couple of gasps from students who had sat through Lockheart's lessons.
"You're besmirching my name!" Harry said. "Please, compare me to anybody but that fop!"
"I know. He was dreadful," Susan said. She lifted her drink to her face and drank to hide a blush that had developed.
"Susan," Hermione said, "from what I remember you were just as obsessed with him as I was—"
"Stop!" Susan shouted. "Please, that time is behind me."
Angelina wouldn't let this newest tidbit rest, however, and soon she and Tonks were teasing Susan like elder sisters.
"Say, Harry, could I get one of those autographs?" Lavender asked out of the blue.
"I mean, sure," Harry said. "If you want one. I've not got a quill, though."
"That's fine!" Lavender chirped. "I brought a muggle pen. I bought one after going to a Weird Sisters concert last year. They were using them for the strangest thing. Witches were asking them to sign their BODIES. Can you believe that?"
"That's crazy," Harry said, because that seemed like the safest response. He was starting to get a pretty clear idea of what Lavender's game was as she brought out the marker she'd been talking about and handed it over.
"So," Harry said, "do you have a piece of parchment for me to sign, or a photograph, or a chocolate frog card…?"
Lavender leaned into his face. She pushed her assets together with her hands from the outside, squashing her cleavage into a flat line.
"Put it right here daddy," she whispered breathlessly into his ear.
Yeah, that was about what Harry expected.
He was far from a blushing virgin, though. With just as little hesitation as the rockstars Lavender had seen before, Harry used the marker to sign his name in cursive on her body.
It was a challenge to get the marks to stick because the flesh kept getting pushed down. Harry said: "This is harder than I expected."
"It's fine if it doesn't work," Lavender said.
"No, I think I just have to keep it still," Harry said.
With his free hand he shamelessly squeezed her fat tits, holding them still one at a time to make sure the marks stuck. When his strong fingers sunk into her titty meat, Lavender loudly moaned.
"There we go, all done," Harry said with a smirk. He held onto her breasts a few seconds longer than he had to just to prove a point.
Other patrons had looked over. Rosmerta shook her head as she brought drinks to another table. Lavender turned bright pink, although her flush expression was quickly transforming from embarrassment into something different.
Harry started to put the cap on the pen but somebody stopped him before he could.
Harry stared with utter shock at Hermione, who was tugging on his sleeve.
"Me… Me too," she said quietly.
She pushed her boobs, just as big and gooey as Lavender's, into the same easy to sign shape. Hermione wouldn't meet his eyes (apparently that was too embarrassing) but she still wanted the same treatment as Lavender.
Harry grabbed her boobs. He tugged on them, pulling Hermione closer to his body with his grip on her chest. She squeaked, and moaned the same as Lavender when Harry groped her to sign her body.
As soon as he was done, Lavender had her arms looped inside one of his own.
"You have a room here, don't you?" she said throatily.
Soon Hermione and Lavender were dragging Harry across the room and upstairs, nearly running they were in such a rush. Harry's friends at his table shook their heads. Other patrons watched with utter jealousy, but what can you do? The boy who lived is just in a different league.
Among them, a single barmaid watched with a very different emotion: clear curiosity.
LINE BREAK
"Mmmm. Gulp. Ulk, Ukl! Sluuurp!"
Harry groaned loudly, his back supported by a mound of pillows. He thought his autographs were finished downstairs, but it quickly became clear that the girls wanted them laminated, and they were determined on getting the clear milky liquid to do it with.
While Harry lay down on his bed Hermione and Lavender lay perpendicular to him. They were totally naked with their pert bums out. Lavender's was fatter while Hermione's had a better shape. The girls met in the middle, making their tits kiss with Harry's dick in the middle. They were alternating between licking his tip and making out with each other, which explained where the sounds were coming from.
"Look how nicely you two can work together now," Harry said. "You guys have come so far."
They looked at him from the corner of their eyes, working on him with renewed vigor. Hermione wiggled her tongue back and forth over the head of his dick while Lavender squeezed her boobs around him tighter.
"We planned this," Lavender said while Hermione hogged Harry's dick.
"Did you now?" Harry asked.
"Without you, Hermine felt lonely," Lavender said. "It wasn't the same with just Ron. That's what she said."
Harry knew it was true. He had been there in her shoes before at times when Hermione was mad at them, and he agreed with his whole heart.
"And I was lonely too," Lavender admitted, "after you swept Parvati away. Lucky her. How many times has she gotten to choke on this huge dick in the last month?"
"Enough that I've lost count," Harry admitted. "Plus it's hard to tell in the middle of the night, when I wake up to a Patil sucking me off, whether it's Parvati or Padma that snuck in."
"Those dirty twins," Lavender said fondly. "Anyway, without our best friends, we've had a lot of time to talk. Now that we're real friends, thanks to you and the DA! And pretty soon, the conversation turned to you."
"I hope it was only good things you had to say," Harry said playfully.
Hermione had stopped licking him and started planting heavy smooches on Harry's tip, her eyes full to the brim with passion.
"Of course it wasn't only the good things," Lavender said. "That's not how gossip works, silly. But I feel like I got to know you a lot better through her, and pretty soon we got to planning how we would greet you properly. That was a lot of fun."
She lowered her voice covertly.
"Sometimes, we even acted out some of the moves to make sure they were feasible," Lavender admitted.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Harry asked.
Lavender chose to show him.
"Hermione!" Lavender shouted. "Start operation Slip'n'Slide!"
Hermione's wand was beside her on the bed, and like a sleeper agent being activated, she grabbed it lickity split. She used a charm that Harry had never seen nor heard of before that caused a cascade of goo the gush from he wand. It was warm and thick, probably some kind of oil. It landed all over Harry's dick, totally coating him. Hermione wasn't done.
She threw her wand away, and Lavender got involved too. They pulled their knees up underneath them and put their hands on their breasts. Hermione's tongue stuck out slightly as she focused her hardest. The two girls began jerking him off with their fat tits at a speed you could only achieve with EXTENSIVE practice. Apparently, while Harry had been going through his personal training, these two had been having a training arc of their own in the Gryffindor Girls' Dormitory, possibly involving pilfered cucumbers from the Hogwarts kitchens.
"Whhhooooooaaaaa," Harry moaned.
The oil was warm and so were their breasts, the latter being so unbelievably soft that it felt like a cloud or a bundle of cotton candy had descended onto his dick and absorbed his appendage. But the girls were also moving even faster than his hand could move when he masturbated. Their tits slapped against Harry's body, making amplified noises because of the oil spread around his crotch. The girls had more than just speed on their side; they had endurance. They didn't even slow down as they gave him the fiercest boob job that Harry had ever seen.
He reached out to place his hands on their heads, but they turned their faces toward him before he could, both sucking on the fingers he stuck out. Harry moaned as loudly as the girls did down on the first floor while he was signing their bust. Inevitably, his orgasm finally shot out.
Strands of cum sprayed up in the air, reached a few feet up, then gravity pulled it all back down. Lavender and Hermione had their boobs ready and waiting. Pushing them out, they caught all the cum like their boobs were landing pads. Harry's cum landed all over his autographs, and the busty beauties turned toward him.
On the mental count of three, in a way that was clearly rehearsed, Lavender and Hermione said: "Thanks daddy!"
Hermione's fierce embarrassment as she uttered the words only made it hotter. Harry tackled her first, continuing the fun, while Lavender crawled over to get herself involved.
As mad as he was about the Ministry's duplicitousness, Harry had to admit that it wasn't ALL bad being back at Hogwarts. It had some very big, very soft, very gooey perks.
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