Chapter 16
As much as Harry wanted to keep his eyes on the lovely Fleur Delacour, there was no way he could when so much delicious food appeared on the table. Mixed in with their normal feast cuisine was a hodgepodge of French, Bulgarian, and Russian dishes that Harry didn't try last time. This time around, Harry tried a little bit of everything and found that he liked some and not others. The bouillabaisse was quite nice though. The next time he looked up from his filled plate, he looked to the Ravenclaw table where the French delegation was seated. Fleur was gently spooning the soup into her mouth. It was easy to see that she had captured more attention than just his.
Boys from every table were stealing glances at the gorgeous blonde. Ron, of course, was the worst offender. He blatantly stared at her while shoveling food into his open gob. Hermione looked disgusted to even be near him, and Neville didn't look too much better. Ginny was craning her neck to try and get a better view of Viktor Krum. In fact, many of the boys who weren't staring at Fleur were trying to see what Viktor was doing. Just like last time, Malfoy was sitting near the Quidditch star, smugly pretending that they were having a conversation. On occasion, Ron would stop looking at Fleur and turn to the Slytherin table. Seeing Malfoy next to Krum had his jealousy nearing the breaking point. Ron's face was bright red as he seethed with anger and jealousy. Krum didn't notice any of this. He was too busy trying the various dishes to care.
When Harry turned his attention back to Fleur, an image of Bill Weasley flashed through his mind. He was her husband back in his world after all. Once again, Harry had to remind himself that this wasn't his world, and this wasn't the Fleur that he used to know. There was no telling if they were meant to be in this world. Chances were that they would never even meet. They initially met when the Weasleys came to visit him before the Third Task. That definitely wouldn't be happening this time. Harry decided to not worry about that. If they were meant to be, then they would find each other somehow. Harry wasn't going to play Cupid. He was going to take every opportunity that he didn't take last time. Thinking about the Third Task brought something else back to his attention … the fake Moody. Harry spotted the man up front taking a swig from his flask while looking just as grizzled as ever. He had his real eye trained on Neville while his fake one spun around and around. If Harry did nothing, he would likely trick the cup into accepting Neville as the fourth champion. If he stopped him, then Voldemort might get desperate and do something that Harry had no knowledge of. At least this way, Harry would know when and where Voldemort would attack next. Harry had already decided that no matter how crappy it was, Neville would have to compete. He wouldn't do anything to stop Moody, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't help Neville.
After everyone had been watered and fed, the floating candles dimmed, and the box was brought out which contained the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore sat the flaming goblet in front of all the students and explained the rules. Harry looked over at the Weasley twins whose heads were together as they discussed ways to get around Dumbledore's age line.
"Remember this!" Dumbledore called out. "Do not enter your name unless you are willing to compete. The tasks will be challenging and dangerous, and you will not be permitted to back out if your name is chosen," he warned gravely. "Now … Off to bed with you!" he exclaimed in a much more cheery voice.
Harry watched the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students follow their Heads out of the Great Hall as the Hogwarts population made their way back to their Common Rooms.
Red Light District
Fleur shivered as she made her way to the dreary castle early the next morning. Her shoes crunched on the frosted grass while her thin robes whipped in the wind. So far, she was not pleased with her experience in coming to a new school. Coming from southern France, she wasn't used to this level of cold, and Beauxbatons was pleasant year-round. Her thin robes weren't made for this type of weather, and the castle, while warmer than standing outside, was still drafty and cold. Even the food was dreadful, she thought. The English ate thick, hearty foods that dropped into your belly like a cannonball, and their attempts at French cuisine were borderline pathetic. 'At least the bouillabaisse was halfway decent,' she snootily thought as she pulled her robe tighter. She was dreading to find out what they were serving for breakfast.
When she entered the Great Hall with the rest of her fellow Beauxbatons students, each one walked up to the Goblet of Fire and tossed their folded pieces of paper in. After tossing hers in, Fleur went and sat down at the Ravenclaw table as she had done the previous night. She sat down next to a young girl who looked to be of Indian descent. The girl was pretty enough, Fleur supposed. She had a dusky, blemish-free complexion with long, thick hair that was as black as crow feathers. "H-Hi," greeted the girl, sounding intimidated. This brought a small smile to Fleur's lips. She found it amusing that so many people were intimidated by her just because of her looks. In her mind, those were the weak-willed people that would play no part in her life. How could they if they could barely speak to her?
"Bonjour," Fleur greeted her as she settled in. "I am Fleur Delacour. What is your name?" she asked in heavily accented English.
"Padma … Padma Patil," Padma quickly answered.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Padma," Fleur said as cups, saucers, and kettles appeared in front of them.
"The pleasure's mine," Padma replied as Fleur's nose tickled, and she suddenly perked up. An enticing aroma made her inhale deeply.
"I did not expect them to serve coffee!" she said happily as she filled her cup with the steaming, black liquid. She added three sugar cubes and a little bit of milk before stirring it all together.
"They normally don't," Padma answered, doing the same. "Usually we just get tea ten minutes before breakfast arrives. They must be doing it for the visitors."
Fleur was barely listening. She was too busy warming herself with her favorite morning drink. Removing the cup from her lips, she sighed in contentment. She could feel the eyes of practically every boy in the room on her, but she didn't mind. By then, she was used to it, and in some ways, she even enjoyed it.
"So, Padma … Is there any fun to be 'ad 'ere in the castle?" she asked her new acquaintance.
"Not really. Some play Quidditch, and there are school clubs to join. We do go into the nearby village sometimes, but that's only on predetermined weekends. Only Harry Potter and Hermione Granger can go every weekend," she said glumly. She very much wished that she could go every weekend.
" 'Arry Potter?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee. Padma nodded.
"Harry is the assistant to the professor of our Magical Sexuality class. He's the boy who was chosen to help the girls learn. Hermione Granger is his assistant. They both get all kinds of cool perks like their own rooms and no curfew. I wish I had that stuff," Padma told her.
Fleur nodded in understanding. They had a similar class at their school. Fleur had never signed up for it. As someone with Veela blood, she wasn't nearly as affected by the Tempête de Luxure as other girls. It was said that the Veela were blessed by Aphrodite herself, and that was why they weren't as affected. That was why very few Veela were involved in sex work, and the ones that were were only in it for the money. Her moments of uncontrollable lust could be handled with a bit of sensible planning. At Beauxbatons, there were three boys who would help out in class. Though all of them were very handsome, she had heard rumors that they weren't exactly equipped to handle the workload, nor were they particularly skilled. It amused her to see them walking around the school with big heads as though they were kings among men. Each one had repeatedly propositioned her, thinking that she would give them a taste of her simply because they were poorly chosen by their idiot professor. Oh, how she would scoff at them. It took more than a handsome face to catch her interest.
She looked around the room, trying to find someone that fit the description. "Where is this 'Arry Potter?" Fleur asked, craning her neck. Padma looked around and didn't see him. Just then, Harry, Susan, and Hannah walked through the doors and headed straight for the Hufflepuff table. Padma pointed.
"Right there next to the redhead and blonde."
Fleur looked him over. He was handsome for sure, but something seemed off. He looked kind of young.
"What is 'is age?" she asked.
"He's a fourth year like me … So fourteen I guess," Padma answered her. This caused Fleur to raise one of her perfect eyebrows.
" 'E is only a boy, and yet 'e was chosen for the girls?" she asked, clearly confused. A fourteen-year-old boy shouldn't be capable of handling so many girls. Fleur would be surprised if he could properly handle one girl.
"They say that he was the youngest chosen in a very long time. Professor Lestrange must have seen the potential in him," Padma said. Fleur looked him over as he sat down.
" 'E is tall at least."
Padma nodded, sipping her own coffee. "He is. He's also well built," she said as her face began to heat up. Thinking about Harry always made her body flush with need. "His body is very muscular and cut," she explained further. Fleur looked surprised and turned to Padma.
"You 'ave been with 'im?" she asked the Indian girl. Padma blushed deeply and gave a short nod. Fleur burst into giggles from the poor girl's embarrassment.
"So … 'Ow was 'e?" she asked, still amused by Padma's behavior.
"Incredible," Padma answered with stars in her eyes.
"You achieved orgasm?" Fleur asked, surprised that a young boy would be called anything close to incredible. Padma nodded emphatically.
"He makes all the girls orgasm … multiple orgasms," she added. "He even makes us squirt!" she said quietly, not wanting the boys near them to hear. The stuff that happened in class was for female ears only. "Every girl in class has been begging for some alone time with him. Hermione decides the schedule."
Padma had spent the night with him twice, and she was hoping for another night soon.
"Professor Lestrange is always bringing him to bed with her. He's made her orgasm dozens of times in class," she told her new friend. Padma kind of liked gossiping with other girls. She may have judged her sister a little too harshly about her gossiping habits. Fleur looked intrigued.
"Is that so?" she asked, studying Harry closer. The two girls sitting on each side of him were both pretty. The redhead had big, perky breasts that had surely captured his attention more than once. "And those girls?" she asked.
"Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott," Padma answered. "Besides Professor Lestrange and Hermione Granger, they're the ones that get the most time alone with him due to them being in the same House. Ugg! It's so unfair!" she huffed as breakfast appeared on the table. She scooped up some scrambled eggs while Fleur happily grabbed a steaming hot croissant and smeared it with strawberry jam.
'Perhaps things will not be so bad here,' she thought to herself as she bit down on the flaky pastry.
Red Light District
"Neville Longbottom," Dumbledore read from the slightly burnt piece of paper that had just burst from the flaming Goblet of Fire. Immediately, everyone watching began looking at Neville while conversing in hushed whispers.
Harry felt bad for him. He remembered very well what it felt like to have to walk that short distance with every eye on him. It wasn't a pleasant experience. He walked up to where the faculty were seated and went through the doors and into the back room. As soon as the door shut behind him, noise exploded from the crowd as the students excitedly talked amongst themselves while the professors followed Neville into the room.
"I can't believe it!" Susan said as she stared at the closed door. "How do you think he was able to enter himself into the tournament?" she asked. Like most people in the Great Hall, she thought he had cheated. Harry shook his head.
"He looked really surprised when his name was called. I reckon someone else put his name in as a prank or something," he told the girls. They looked skeptical.
"How could they even do that?" Hannah asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"I imagine there are a lot of ways. It probably wouldn't be too difficult either."
Harry could see that he wouldn't win them over with just a weak explanation, not that he planned on pushing it further. They'd figure it out in their own time. It wasn't long until the party was broken up, and the professors sent everyone back to their rooms.
The next morning, Harry didn't see anyone wearing Neville Stinks badges or any such nonsense. It was then that he remembered that Malfoy had taken inspiration from Hermione's S.P.E.W. badges. Those, of course, didn't exist in this reality, and the blonde ferret wasn't smart enough to think it up on his own. However, the fact that there were no badges didn't stop the dirty looks being directed his way. Even Ron seemed to be ignoring him. Hermione looked stressed as she tried to keep her friends from fighting. Truth be told, she looked way more worried for Neville than she did for Ron. She was barely giving the redhead a second glance. Thankfully for Neville, it was Friday, and he would have all weekend to let the school simmer down.
Before the students were done eating breakfast, Harry spotted Dumbledore getting up from the teacher's table. No doubt the Headmaster was a very busy man at the moment. Harry eyed the fake Moody who was still expertly playing the part. Harry really needed to step things up, he suddenly thought. If he allowed Voldemort to return to power, a lot of people would needlessly die, but there was only so much that Harry could do. Sure, he had quite a bit of power, but he didn't have the years of experience or knowledge to back it up. While confessing everything to Dumbledore might have been the smartest move, Harry didn't want to jeopardize his freedom. He didn't think that the old man would try and lock him up or anything like that, but he would surely keep a much closer eye on Harry. That was something that Harry would avoid at all costs. Harry knew that he could still involve Dumbledore while protecting his freedom. 'That's the safest road for me,' Harry thought as the girls giggled next to him.
Beyond that, Harry had been doing a bit of research to try and give Voldemort a welcome home that he would never forget. He was still working on his plans though, but one part had to be done relatively soon. 'This weekend,' Harry promised himself.
Red Light District
As early as possible, Harry headed through the gate on his way to Hogsmeade. At least that was what everyone thought. As soon as he was out of sight, Harry apparated to just outside the graveyard near the village of Little Hangleton. He didn't think that there were any wards or traps in the graveyard, but he didn't want to just pop into it and find out the hard way. Instead, he took his time and tested to make sure. With the coast clear, Harry made his way in and quickly found what he was looking for … the grave of Voldemort's father.
Wasting no time, he flicked his wand and dug up the grave. Upon opening the casket, Harry found a full skeleton's worth of bones. With another flick of his wand, the bones hovered out of the casket and flew directly into Harry's open bag. Once done, he closed the casket and re-buried it. Before leaving, he sprinkled the disturbed patch of ground with a powerful, magical fertilizer. Within seconds, grass began growing and almost completely covered up the spot. No one would notice unless they visited this exact spot within the next day or so. Harry doubted that Voldemort the homunculus would be visiting any time soon. With that done, he disappeared knowing that he would need to return in a couple of weeks to replace the bones.
With a soft pop, Harry appeared on the outskirts of Hogsmeade and immediately began making his way to the Three Broomsticks for a drink. The cold front had mostly passed them by, but it was still very chilly out so early in the morning. By the time he made it to the inn, he was shivering slightly. When he walked in, Rosmerta tossed him a big smile and beckoned him forward. Harry sat down at the bar.
"What can I get you, Harry?" she asked, placing her hands on the table while displaying her big, luscious tits. The valley of cleavage that she was showing off was spectacular, Harry thought while not even pretending that he wasn't checking out her chest.
"What are you offering?" he teased as his eyes dipped back to her cleavage.
"What you apparently want isn't on the menu," she teased him back with a small smile.
"How about a special order?" Harry began but was cut off by the clearing of a throat. Harry looked over his shoulder and found the beautiful face of Fleur Delacour staring back at him with an amused expression. "A cup of tea will be fine for now, Rosmerta," he said, stepping aside so that she could place her order.
"And a cup of coffee," she said, placing a couple of coins on the bar top. As soon as Rosmerta went to get their drinks, Harry introduced himself.
"Harry Potter," he said with a smile. Fleur returned the smile and held out her hand.
"Fleur Delacour," she responded in her sexy accent. Harry gently took her hand and kissed the top of it. He heard the slight gasp in her voice while her body trembled for a split second.
"I believe the whole school knows who you are. Congratulations on being selected as the Champion for your school. You must be quite the formidable witch to be chosen over everyone else," Harry said as silently led her to a table in the front right corner of the inn. It was the best place to keep an eye on everything going on as he could see all the tables and the outside road. It didn't matter much though since hardly anyone was in Hogsmeade at the moment. Harry wondered why Fleur was there.
"Merci, 'Arry," she smiled at the compliment. "I 'ave worked 'ard during my years at Beauxbatons. I 'ope I am ready for the tournament."
"I'm sure you will be," he smiled back. Rosmerta showed up by their table and set down both of their cups.
"So what are you doing here in Hogsmeade? I thought that I was the only student crazy enough to come out here when it's still so cold," Harry asked, adding a bit of milk and honey to his tea.
"I asked Madame Maxime if I could visit the village today as a reward for being chosen," Fleur confessed as she fixed her coffee up the way she liked it.
"Is it everything that you ever dreamed of?" Harry jokingly teased as he sipped on his piping hot drink. The hot, tasty liquid immediately warmed his chest and belly.
"I will admit, it 'as a certain charm to it," she said, brushing the silvery-blonde hair from her eyes.
Red Light District
Fleur had been looking through the window of her room in the massive carriage when she spotted Harry Potter making his way to the school gates. Remembering what Padma had said about him visiting the nearby village every weekend, Fleur quickly rose to her feet and got dressed. Once done up to her satisfaction, she talked to her Headmistress about visiting Hogsmeade. Just as she suspected, Olympe gave her permission without a second thought.
The village was pleasant enough, she thought as she walked the main street, looking at the shops and keeping her eyes out for Harry. She could see all the normal establishments that one would expect … inns, pubs, a bookstore, clothing shops, a sweet shop, a bakery, a potion supply shop, and, of course, a smattering of sex shops that provided for whatever kink a person happened to have. It was much the same at the little village near her own school. There was little doubt that her fellow Beauxbatons students would be dropping some gold at these establishments once they were allowed to visit. Fleur wouldn't mind taking a peek inside, but she had more important things to do at the moment.
After fifteen or so minutes of searching, she finally spotted the messy-haired young man bouncing along the street, heading straight for the Three Broomsticks. Fleur quickly followed, eager to get out of the cold and warm herself. After speaking with Padma, Fleur asked around about him. The person that she learned the most from was his assistant, Hermione Granger. It was from her that she learned of his apparent wealth and his desire to start a new business. If Hermione was to be believed, he even recently purchased a large building in a very desirable location to start his new business. This information had piqued her interest even more than it already was.
Her family wasn't poor by any means, but they were far from wealthy. Her father and mother owned two medium-sized greenhouses where workers grew magical ingredients for potions. They also owned a small bakery in the north of France and a small shop where workers handcrafted custom cauldrons. Altogether, their businesses earned enough profits to keep them living in comfort. It was expected that Fleur would graduate and begin working in the family businesses. Fleur, however, always wanted to start her own business and grow it into a massive success. She had always been very competitive, especially with herself. She wanted to be successful, and she would tolerate nothing less. Unfortunately, starting a business was expensive, and her family did not have the funds to help her out. That meant that she had to either get a loan or earn the money herself. She had no interest in being a whore, though there were some less risque things she could do in the sex industry to earn gold. She could also find a backer to help fund her future business. If Harry had more money than he knew what to do with, then he might just be the perfect guy.
Meeting him was easy. One look at her and she immediately had his attention. Fleur saw the irritated look on the busty barmaid's face when she interrupted their back-and-forth. Nonetheless, she wasn't here to make friends with a woman who was practically shaking her milk-filled udders in her customer's face. Harry introduced himself and kissed her hand. That was when it happened. She felt a bolt of magic race throughout her body. The sensation was so pleasurable that it made her gasp. Her skin goosebumped, and her pussy tingled. She didn't know why her body was acting this way. It never had before. All she could do was shake it off and pretend that everything was normal. Harry led her to a table where they began chatting until Miss Big-Tits brought their drinks. Fleur kept her eyes trained on him as if she was trying to discover his secrets. Just being near him made her body feel charged. Her pussy throbbed, and her nipples ached. Her skin tingled in a very pleasant way. She wanted to know why she was feeling like this.
"After we finish our drinks, may I show you around the village?" he asked her. Fleur threw him a lovely smile.
"You may," Fleur responded, eager to spend more time with him.
Chapter 17
My dear Fleur,
After receiving your letter late last night, I became intrigued by your body's response to this young man. I, myself, have never experienced such a thing. I fire-called a friend who works in the Veela Archives in Bulgaria, and she has read of similar things happening in the past. From what she could gather, it happens when a Veela comes into physical contact with a non-Veela who was likewise blessed by our goddess, Aphrodite. This Harry Potter must be an exceptional young man. As you know, the Goddess does not waste her blessings on any average boy.
I suggest getting to know him. Perhaps you can discover what makes him so special. I know you told me of how he was chosen to pleasure the women of Hogwarts and of his apparent skills in bed, but there must be more to it than that. I am eager to meet him and see if I experience the same sensations. Just as you suggested, I have kept all of this from your father. I believe it is the right call. As much as I care for him, Veela business is not for outsiders.
Continue to write to me and fill me in on anything you discover. My friend will keep looking through our written history, and I will send along any information that she uncovers. Study hard and practice for the tournament. I hope to see you soon.
With Love,
Apolline
Fleur read the letter that she had received the following morning and nodded. She was already planning to see Harry again … so that advice was not needed. What surprised her was the fact that her mother believed that the Goddess blessed Harry. From what she knew, there were only a handful that received her blessings every century. If this was true, then it was big news. Fleur had never met someone who was blessed … not counting other Veela, of course. So when he placed his hand on hers, she hadn't been ready for the pleasurable shock that raced up and down her spine. Now that she knew, she would handle it better in the future. However, being ready for it didn't change the intensity of the pleasure whenever his skin brushed against hers, and there had been quite a few brushes of the skin, most of which had been instigated by him. That wasn't shocking. Fleur was a sexual bombshell that all the boys wanted. She was often unwantedly touched and grabbed after. Those who did found that she was more than just a pretty face. Fleur giggled when she thought about Pierre. 'Poor Pierre,' she giggled even harder.
She had made the mistake of gracing him with a simple smile as he walked past her in the hallway last year. Then she felt the boy reach out and grip her around the elbow, forcing her to turn and face him. As she did, Fleur saw the blank, goofy look on his face that was a telltale sign that he was under the power of her Allure. He tried to pull her in with that same blank look on his face while drool dripped out the corner of his mouth. This, of course, was a grave mistake. Fleur's wand was as quick as a flash, and soon after, his lower lip had been magically lengthened and pulled over his head until he was stumbling around blind. If that wasn't bad enough, he was punched right in the nose by the angry Veela. She heard his muffled yelp of pain as he stumbled off in search of help. Thankfully for him, her anger didn't last long. She reminded herself that Pierre was a simple boy with a simple mind. He couldn't help that his mind was clouded by her powerful Allure. Most boys and a great number of men would suffer the same fate were they in his place. As the boy rounded the corner, she burst out laughing at the silliness of it. By then, she was used to it, so all she could do was shake her head and carry on with her day.
When she was with Harry, however, his touches weren't grabby, nor were they unwanted. On a few occasions, she was the one to place her hand on his. Fleur smiled and laughed as they chatted while he showed her around the picturesque, little village. She couldn't lie to herself, she had had a fun time. Not only that, but she was eager to do it again. She was eager to touch him … or for him to touch her. The sensation was incredible, Fleur reminisced. The entire time, she was on the verge of having an orgasm. Unfortunately, his touches were fleeting and did not give her enough time to climax. She wondered how it would feel if he touched other places … more intimate places. Fleur's face began to heat up, and she quickly put her letter away. She had to get ready and train for the tournament. Headmaster Dumbledore was correct when he stated that even though there would be safety measures in place, the tournament was still very dangerous. She would need to be at her best if she hoped to win.
Red Light District
"Your girls need to start stretching every day," Narcissa said as she studied Pansy Parkinson's upside-down body. She was holding herself upside-down on the stripper pole while she attempted to spread her legs into a full split. Her legs had other ideas and stopped when they reached the point of being a wide V. Narcissa placed her hands on Pansy's thighs and pushed her legs open a bit more. The girl yelped in pain and crashed to the padded floor in a crumpled heap.
"So it would seem," Bella stated as she looked at the red-faced Pansy pulling herself to her feet and going to sit back down. "I'll add it to the list."
"Good. I want every girl here to be able to do the full splits by the end of the year," Narcissa said with a stern look at the class. Like her sister, Narcissa wasn't a woman you wanted to screw around with. "Abbott … you're up next," she called out. Hannah gulped while slowly making her way to the makeshift stage.
While the two sisters were having fun whipping the rest of the class into shape, Harry was having his own fun with two sisters in the "VIP lounge", which consisted of a U-shaped, padded booth seat with a small circular table right in front. They were chosen for the girls to practice with since you would find these private-room booths in practically every strip club in the country. The table was pushed aside slightly to give Parvati and Padma a bit more room to operate. Harry was fully nude while the twins were each straddling one of his thighs. Padma moaned while grinding against his thigh with slow, long movements of her hips. She wore nothing but a white G-string and a matching pair of white high heels. Harry could see her big, brown eyes fluttering as she rubbed herself against him. Her back was arched, and her small breasts were nearly pushed into his face. Harry slid his hand up her side and groped her small breast. He let his thumb flick over her dark nipple, making her buck slightly. He could feel her smooth skin goosebump as he played with her little nipple. On his other thigh was her sister, Parvati.
Like her sister, Parvati was stripped down to her black G-string and black high heels. Unlike her sister, Parvati was riding his thigh harder and faster. She was moaning like a whore and pushing her body down as she ground against him. Harry could smell the scent of their arousal getting stronger. Parvati suddenly got off his leg and straddled his lap, forcing Padma to move. Anyone who knew the sisters knew that Parvati was the wilder one. As if to prove it, she grabbed Harry's hard cock, slipped the shaft through the leg hole of her G-string, and pressed her naked slit against him. Harry moaned as she massaged the underside of his shaft with her warm, damp lips. Padma then joined his side and turned his head. Her mouth opened slightly as she began to kiss him. Harry wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her close. He greedily deepened the kiss and sucked on her hot tongue. Padma moaned into his mouth while Harry tugged her panties halfway down her thighs. His hand cupped her bald mound, and he slid his middle finger up and down her slit in a "come here" motion. Her hot juices coated his finger and within seconds, his palm was soaked with her wetness. Her shaky hand gripped his, and she pressed it hard against her pussy. Harry answered her by using two fingers to penetrate her pussy. Her walls tightened around him, and he could feel her insides trying to massage his fingers.
Parvati had a similar idea. Not content with some dry humping, she lifted her lower half, pulled her soaked panties to the side, and exposed herself. Holding his cock in her other hand, she pressed the head against her lips and slowly lowered herself down. Harry felt her taut lips part as the tip of his cock forced them to spread. As soon as his head was in, she dropped down unceremoniously and took his magnificent size in a single go. Her tight ass clapped as it smacked against the tops of his thighs. Her small hands rested on his broad shoulders, and she began bouncing. Her long, luxurious hair bounced haphazardly as she rode him with wild abandon. Her small, perky tits were clapping together, adding to the fleshy sounds that her ass was making as it beat against his thighs. Her loud cries of passion must have garnered some attention because someone suddenly cleared their throat. Parvati, who was being properly fucked, and Padma, whose pussy was dripping all over his fingers, both looked up and found Narcissa staring down at them with one eyebrow cocked.
"I believe that I instructed you both to give him a dual striptease. Instead, I find you bouncing on his cock like a whore with her first client of the day. And you, Miss Patil …" she said, turning to Padma who squealed and came around his fingers. "You've left a puddle on the floor beneath you. You'd be lucky if your client didn't slip and break his neck. Go sit down … the both of you," she said with a no-nonsense kind of voice. Padma squeaked and scampered off. Parvati bounced her ass a couple more times until she came. She was still orgasming as she crawled off of him, his wet cock slipping from between her delicate folds. "I said GO!" Narcissa cried out, smacking Parvati on the bottom with her bare hand. A loud crack echoed throughout the room. Parvati cried out and grabbed her bottom before quickly returning to her seat. Pussy juice was dripping down her thighs as she went. Narcissa looked at Harry and shook her head.
"These little sluts just can't keep their hands off of it, can they, Harry?" she asked, sitting down next to him and grabbing his arousal-slickened cock. By then, Harry had had enough teasing. He grabbed Narcissa by the hips and flipped her over so that she was lying across the booth seat on her back. Similar to the rest of the girls in class, Narcissa was wearing only a pair of panties along with a matching set of high heels. Most girls wore that particular uniform in class, though a few occasionally went completely nude. "Harry!" she squealed. "I'm still teaching!"
Harry heard none of this. He yanked her panties down and lifted Narcissa's legs. Narcissa held her legs up in the air so that Harry could easily remove them from her feet. He tossed her damp panties aside and grabbed her ankles, keeping her legs pinned together and up in the air. His eyes drifted lower, and his cock throbbed when he saw her smooth, hairless lips pressed tightly together while being squished between her thighs. Narcissa had never been more fuckable, Harry thought as he got into position. He found her pussy to be burning hot as he rubbed his head between her folds. The little bits of her inner lips tickled the head of his cock as he rubbed himself against her. After a few seconds of this, Narcissa didn't care if she was supposed to be teaching. She tried to open her legs to give him more room to fuck her, but Harry kept her legs shut by squeezing her ankles together. When the head of his cock was against her opening, Harry thrust forward and moaned as he felt the warm silkiness of her walls caress him as he entered her. Narcissa moaned as loud as Parvati had when he had penetrated her fully. The tip of his cock was bumping into her cervix, making the guest professor squeak every time her body was jolted.
Holding her ankles together with one hand, Harry began slowly moving his hips and penetrating her with deep, powerful thrusts. Narcissa's beautiful eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of her head as she arched her back and thrust her gorgeous tits into the air. Her hands immediately moved up her body and cupped her large breasts. Harry watched her squeeze and massage her tits. When she began rolling her little pink nipple tips between her fingers, Harry changed his angle and upped the tempo. A pleasured cry left her lips when he began attacking her g-spot. After only a few seconds of this, Harry could feel her insides growing tighter. The sounds of their fucking were becoming wetter, and the heady scent of her pussy was hovering around them.
"I brought you here to teach … Not to act out your slutty fantasies," Bella's voice interrupted them. Harry looked up smiling as Bella stood there looking down at them. Her arms were crossed underneath her breasts, pushing them up and together and making them look spectacular. Harry thrust hard into Narcissa's g-spot, making the woman cry out and begin to cum around his cock. Bella sighed and uncrossed her arms. Her tits dropped down and jiggled around before going still. Already trapped in a sexual daze, Harry grabbed her as well and pulled her on top of her sister. Harry let go of Narcissa's legs, and they opened up and allowed Bella between them. Harry was still fucking Narcissa's wet cunt even as she continued to cum all over him, but that didn't stop him from pulling Bella's panties down from behind and exposing her bald, shiny lips. Harry quickly pulled out of Narcissa and shoved his slick cock deep into Bella's upturned pussy. Placing his hand on her upper ass, he let his thumb hang down and gently play with her little, pink asshole while his fat cock stretched her open. Bella squealed with pleasure, and now the whole class was watching both of their professors being fucked one after the other.
Harry felt Bella tightening like she was about to cum, so he quickly pulled out and shoved his meat back in Narcissa. He made sure to angle his cock and hit her favorite spot. Instantly, she began to orgasm again. Harry's thumb continued to play with Bella's asshole. First, he traced the rim before tickling the hole itself. Her ass cheeks clenched together, making him chuckle. Harry then pushed the tip of his thumb until it began to slide in. Harry switched back to fucking Bella just as his thumb sank in to the first knuckle. Harry slowly slid his hand down her bare back, relishing the sensation of her soft, delicate skin on his fingertips. When his hand reached the back of her neck, he pushed her body down so that she was lying flat against her sister's naked front. Only her ass was in the air, and Harry was pounding it like a madman. Bella's cries of pleasure turned to screams of rapture as Harry sculpted her insides to be his perfect fit. Bella was driving her ass backward and fucking herself so hard against him that he was afraid that she might accidentally break his cock. Harry pulled his thumb from her and gave her wide ass a hard slap. The crack of flesh echoed loudly throughout the small classroom. Bella squealed in pain as the red handprint formed on her porcelain flesh. Harry knew that Bella loved a bit of pain with her pleasure. He gave her ass another hard slap, making her cum around his cock. Harry took the opportunity to shove his first finger all the way into her ass as she came.
At that point, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. "Which one of you ladies wants a fresh load in your mouth?" he asked and suddenly heard the scraping of chairs along the floor. He had been asking the professors, but it seemed that the students thought that he was talking to them. Pansy Parkinson had somehow fought her way to him and was first in line. She turned her big, pretty eyes on him and looked eager for his offering. Harry shrugged. It made no difference to him who got his reward. "On your knees. Look up and close your eyes. Keep your mouth open," he commanded. Pansy dropped down and closed her eyes. Her head tilted up while her mouth opened, revealing her wet, pink tongue.
Pulling out of Bella's sloppy pussy, he stood up and began stroking his cock while hovering over Pansy. As he ordered, Pansy kept her eyes closed and her mouth open. It only took a few strokes before he grunted and shot the first rope of hot cum into her mouth, with half of it streaking across her cheek. His second shot was aimed better, and most of it went into her open mouth. The third shot, Harry intentionally let it paint nearly the entirety of her pretty face. Harry moaned as he continued to cum all over her face and hair. Once he was done, he shoved his cock into her mouth and let her clean him up while the teachers stood up and made themselves presentable. It wasn't long until Narcissa was teaching again. This was just another incident where class turned into a bit of an orgy. No one mentioned it during class. The girls usually saved that stuff for their girl talks after the school day was done.
Red Light District
"Neville is handling it as well as can be expected," Hermione said as she sat at the edge of her chair. On her desk, her notebook was wide open. It seemed that every day, more and more girls wanted a piece of Harry. Hermione could understand why. As the girls practiced with him in class to get better, they were making Harry better in the process. He was getting very good at coaxing multiple orgasms from their inexperienced bodies. The fact that she was getting more requests for "alone time" with Harry was both a blessing and a curse. It was bad because that meant that she wouldn't get as much time with him as she would have liked. It was good because she had taken Harry's advice and asked Professor Lestrange about taking bribes. She gave the same answer as Harry. Everyone looked the other way as long as she didn't go overboard. It was considered a perk for doing so much unpaid work. Even though she was allowed to do so, she didn't take many bribes … only a handful of Sickles here and a Galleon there. That money, added to the gold that Harry gave her every month, meant that she was doing pretty well for herself. Still, she would prefer to spend her nights screaming in pleasure rather than counting her coins.
"That's good," Harry's muffled voice came from below. "It would be a shame if he went round the bend over a few annoying students."
Hermione looked down at the mop of messy, black hair sticking up from between her legs. Her skirt was gone, and her panties had been tossed away. Harry had her legs spread wide while his tongue flicked her hard clit and worked her wet folds. He sucked hard on her clit and gave it a tug with his lips. Hermione moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair. He pulled on her clit before letting it snap back into place. Pussy juice was dripping down her slit and over her puckered hole. Hermione threw her head back and gasped. This was also a perk of her job. On occasion, Harry would reward her by stripping her down and licking her until she came on his tongue. "Is there anything else that I need to know?" he asked as he scooped her up from her chair and bridal carried her over to his bed. As soon as he laid her down, he placed his hands on her knees and spread her open as wide as possible.
Her legs were spread so wide that her pussy lips were also spreading open on their own. Her pink insides were glistening, and her asshole was shiny with her arousal. Harry pushed her legs up, which caused her backside to lift. Harry then licked the pussy juice from her ass. Hermione's body bucked from the small analgasm from having her hole licked. Harry then began laying soft kisses all over the backs of her thighs. Hermione shuddered deeply.
"F-Fleur Delacour has b-been asking about you again," she stuttered as his lips drifted closer to her smoldering pussy. He laid a kiss right next to her swollen clit, which made her body jolt.
"Oh?" he asked, using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips open. Hermione blushed deeply as he stared at her fully exposed pussy. Her body held no secrets. Not for him, anyway. "What was she asking about?"
"She asked when you normally have free time," Hermione moaned as he kissed her smooth mound.
"Is that so?" Harry asked. It seemed that another outing with Fleur was on the horizon. Harry's head dipped down, and he shoved his tongue into Hermione's pussy. His finger slipped into Hermione's asshole, and in less than a minute, she was squirting into his mouth.
Chapter 18
"Crushed dung beetle shells … One dragon scale … Crystalized tree sap from a spruce … Three counterclockwise turns followed by five clockwise turns … Add three drops of venom from a young, male Runespoor and let simmer," Harry stated as he prepared the concoction. He then went over to his bed and flopped down on it before re-reading the notes that he had taken. He had found the recipe in an old book in a dark corner of the library's Restricted Section. 'So many good things can be found there,' Harry thought with a smirk. He rested for over an hour until the bubbling, purple potion turned black. Harry walked over and examined it, making sure to not get too close. It had a slight silvery sheen. "Perfect," he stated out loud and put on his thick, rubber laboratory gloves that went up to his elbows.
Collecting Voldemort's father's bones, he carefully placed each one in the large cauldron. The next step was to let them soak for a few days. He'd have to keep everyone from his room while they stewed, but that could easily be done. Harry packed up his bag, locked the door behind him, and added some magical protections to keep everyone else away. He didn't want Hermione going in there when he wasn't around. Thankfully, she had been distracted the past few days. There was a series of important tests coming up, and like always, she was stressing out by studying way too much. Harry had even told her to put a hold on doing work for him until the tests were over, which was something that she was grateful for. Maybe he'd stop by her room later that day and help her relieve some of that stress.
Red Light District
Bella's arms were wrapped tightly around the back of his neck while he fucked her nice and slowly. Bellatrix was in one of her moods where she wanted to be made love to. Harry, of course, had no problems with that whatsoever. Her shapely thighs were squeezing his hips while he slowly thrust into her. Her gorgeous breasts were mashed against his chest while she kissed him deeply, taking her time to explore every inch of his mouth. He could feel that she was creaming all over his cock. He now had enough experience to know that when a girl suddenly became very slick, she was likely creaming on him. It was a good indicator letting him know that he was hitting all the right spots. Classes that day had ended, and Bella was very eager to spend her late-night hours in bed with the lights off. The only light in the room came from the crackling fire that was throwing shadows against the walls and ceiling.
She whimpered into his mouth when he angled his cock to hit her g-spot again. Her thighs tightened their grip on his hips, and she began sucking on his lower lip. Finally, she broke the kiss to take a much-needed breath, though she made sure to order him to keep fucking her. Harry pushed his upper half up to give her some room. He saw her lovely tits jiggling from his constant thrusting. Harry could instantly tell when she began cumming. It was almost as if her pussy was sucking him off. Harry couldn't help but moan deeply as his shaft was massaged by her contracting walls. Bella then rolled him over so that he was on his back. Straddling him, she rolled her hips slowly. Her black hair was a wild mess, and her eyes were hooded with desire. The tips of her pink nipples were stiff with arousal.
"Hey, Bella?" Harry grabbed her attention. He had actually come to her room to ask her some questions, but she decided to distract him the moment she opened the door.
"Yes?" she answered as her hands slid up her body until she was cupping her big breasts. Harry could see that her fingers were toying with her hard nipples. He gently caressed her smooth thighs while trying hard not to cum too early.
"What are the rules about school girls working in the sex industry?" he wondered. Bella's eyes were fluttering as her pussy continued to squeeze him.
"Ooooh … Goddess!" Bella squealed and lifted her lower half up. His long, wet cock slipped from her cumming pussy. She angled it back and pressed the tip against her asshole. Slowly, she sank down on it until he was fully inside of her ass. She began bouncing.
"Ummm … Bella?" Harry asked again, trying to keep her attention on him and not his cock.
"I don't know all of the rules, but I do know that anyone under the age of seventeen cannot work in brothels, strip clubs, casinos, or fetish bars. Basically, no establishment where they will be nude or come into contact with customers. I think that they can still work in places like shops that sell sex toys and stuff like that. There's a whole section in the Ministry's Book of Law about stuff like that," she said before moaning loudly. Her asshole was a whole 'nother level of tightness. "I have a copy of the Book of Law over on my bookshelf. You can borrow it when we're done."
Harry knew that they wouldn't be done any time soon. When Bella got into one of her amorous moods, she would keep him there all night. He likely wouldn't be leaving her room that night. Deciding to just enjoy the situation, he pulled her down so that her body was flat against his. He captured her sweet lips and sucked on her talented tongue while jackhammering into her ass from below. Bella squealed into his mouth while her pussy flooded his belly with her juices.
Red Light District
The following day, Harry was back in his room in the Hufflepuff dorms. He was at his desk carefully going over the rules and laws regarding the sex industry. Just as Bella had indicated, anyone under the age of majority wasn't allowed to participate in what Harry called the Hardcore stuff. Anyone over the age of fourteen could legally work in any shop that sold sex-related items if the business wasn't also involved in the Hardcore stuff. Anyone fourteen and over could sign a contract to work in a Hardcore business once they reached the age of majority, but they had to have their guardian's permission. Susan had already explained what she went through to get her contract. Madam Bones had to go down to the Ministry and sign the contract in front of an official Ministry notary to make Susan's contract legal.
Harry wasn't interested in trying to find loopholes or workarounds for that stuff. He was patient enough to wait until they graduated from school. That wouldn't stop him from signing them to contracts though. He'd have to study more on that later, or possibly hire a solicitor to explain it all in detail. What Harry was looking for was what the girls were able to legally do while still in school. There was a lot of gold to be made, and he had a few ideas.
On his desk lay a letter from the Goblins stating that they had begun preliminary renovations to the building that he had bought. All of the furniture and fixtures were being removed and sold if they were worth anything. They had also begun tearing down the columns and other Roman-style stuff on the outer facade. All that crap had to go. The fifth floor was being gutted and turned into his personal penthouse. The Goblins were confident that they would have that completely done by the time his school year ended. He needed somewhere to live after all. What the other four floors would be, he hadn't completely decided yet, but thankfully, there was still plenty of time.
Red Light District
Harry wrapped the bones up in a plastic sheet and carefully packed them away in his magically expanded bag. It was once again Saturday morning, and he would be using his journey into Hogsmeade as a cover for his real plans.
Hermione was still studying, so she had no interest in going into Hogsmeade that morning, and even if she wasn't studying, the weather was so bad she likely would have decided to stay indoors. It was cold and rainy, and even Harry wasn't eager to be out in it. Unfortunately, it needed to be done.
Filch was extra grumpy from having to let him through the gate on such a terrible day, but Harry didn't give two shits about what he thought. As soon as he was out of sight, Harry apparated to the graveyard and dug up the empty grave. Harry set the bones back in the correct position so as to not make it obvious that they had been tampered with. He quickly covered it back up with dirt and added the same magical fertilizer as before. Within a day, no one would be able to tell that anything was amiss. In this case, the bad weather was actually a blessing. No one in their right mind would be visiting those old graves with rain steadily pouring on their heads. With that done, Harry left the graveyard and apparated to just outside of the Leaky Cauldron. He kept the hood of his raincoat up to hide the fact that a student was visiting Diagon Alley while school was still in session. Thankfully, Harry was big and tall enough that no one gave him a second glance. Besides, it wasn't like he was the Boy Who Lived in this reality. Hardly anyone knew who Harry Potter was, and those who did probably wouldn't care one way or another.
Entering the alley, he found the streets practically deserted. Only a few people were hurrying down the cobbled lanes with hoods or umbrellas to shield them from the downpour. Not wanting to be out there any longer than necessary, Harry put his head down and made his way to his new solicitor's office. He was glad to find that it was only a short walk from the alley's entrance. He pushed open the door and was greeted by an older man with a kind smile.
"I'm glad to see you're a few minutes early, Mr. Potter. I thought that you might cancel when the weather turned sour," he said, taking Harry's wet slicker and drying it with his wand before hanging it up on a hook near the door.
"I wasn't keen on losing my deposit, Mr. Latliss," Harry responded kindly. The old man laughed while ushering him into the office, where he poured Harry a hot cup of tea. Lenny Latliss had been chosen by Harry because he was supposed to be an expert in Ministry laws. He was the consultant for many of the larger businesses in the Red Light District.
"I daresay I was skeptical when you said that you would be able to sneak out of Hogwarts for the meeting," he said, taking his seat across the desk.
"It's a lot easier when they willfully open the gate for you, but still, I'm not technically supposed to be here, so …"
"You were never here," the old man waved his concerns away. Solicitors were usually good about keeping the secrets of their high-paying clients. "Now … what can I help you with today?"
"I'm sure I'll have more uses for you in the future. I bought that big, empty hotel in the RLD," Harry informed him. He nodded his head.
"Yes, I had heard."
"I won't be starting anything major up for at least the next couple of years, but for the time being I had some questions about the laws involving the sex industry," Harry said, getting down to business.
"I can certainly help you there."
"I know that those under the age of majority cannot legally work in most places in the RLD, but what exactly can they do?"
"Well … They can work in shops related to sex as long as they are level one Restricted or less. Brothels and casinos are level three. Strip clubs are level two."
"What about modeling?" Harry asked.
"Again … It is completely legal as long as it is level R1 or less," Latliss answered. "Pictures showing sexual acts are R3 … Tasteful nudes are considered R2."
"What does R1 consist of?" Harry eagerly asked, finally getting to the meat of his questions.
Red Light District
Harry left his solicitor's office very pleased. He could go on with his first plan to get his business off and running. Harry's idea was to make a naughty version of Chocolate Frog cards. He had checked multiple places, and it seemed that Chocolate Frogs didn't exist in this reality. Harry figured that with everyone so preoccupied with sex, the inventor was too busy chasing women to ever come up with the sweet. He would make a lame, non-sexual version for the little kids. There was no reason to cut himself off from that money source, but for the boys in school, he planned to have some cards that were a little bit spicier. Hell, he'd even make a version for the girls in school. He was sure that they'd enjoy cards with good-looking shirtless boys. Harry just had to follow the law. Before putting them on the market, he'd let Lenny look them over to make sure everything was on the up and up.
From what Lenny had said, boys just couldn't have their junk on display. For girls, it was pretty much the same. The pictures could be sexy, but there couldn't be any nudity, which was fine. He wasn't planning on that anyway. Of course, he would have to get their guardians' permission. Harry had even asked about Susan's situation with her contract. He said that hers was a standard letter of intent. Susan couldn't work at any other club besides the one she signed up with until the contract had expired. However, she could still model and do any other type of work without penalty. That was certainly good to know. Lenny even had a friend who owned a small printing business and was thinking about retiring. He mostly printed flyers for various clubs and bars in the RLD, but the machinery could be re-tooled to print the cards he wanted. Lenny would get in contact with him and ask if he would be willing to sell his business. Obviously, Lenny would be earning a commission on the sale.
One thing he did say was that under no circumstance should he use the Hogwarts school crest to promote his product. Apparently, the school owned the copyright to the logo. That meant no actual Hogwarts uniforms could be used in any pictures. He could still use similar generic uniforms that didn't have the logo attached. He could even use the word Hogwarts when describing the girls. Copyright law was all a big headache, so he'd let Lenny worry about that.
Harry had also asked him to try and find a candy company that was willing and able to make and enchant the little chocolate treats. In the meantime, Lenny was writing up a standard contract that he could use to sign his models. He was also going to trademark Chocolate Frogs so that no one else could use the idea. Harry mentally thanked whomever it was who invented them back in his old world.
It was several hours after he left that Harry trudged his way through the gate like a wet cat. His hair was soaked, and he was freezing cold. The Warming Charms that he had been using weren't cutting it anymore. All he wanted was a hot shower and maybe a short nap. However, as he passed by the massive Beauxbatons carriage, the door swung open, and someone called out for him.
" 'ARRY!" he heard someone yell through the pounding rain. Harry turned and saw Fleur standing just inside the doorway, trying to avoid getting wet. She was waving him over. Harry ran over so he could hear her better.
"What are you doing out in this weather?" she practically screeched. He couldn't blame her. Only a raging lunatic would be out in this.
"I had some errands to run," he loudly called back. She didn't answer him back. She leaned out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the carriage. As she did, the door shut behind him.
"You are going to get pneumonia, you crazy boy," she huffed, pulling him behind her. Harry had never been in the carriage before. It was very spacious and finely decorated. He was glad that it appeared completely empty.
"Where is everyone?" he wondered out loud.
"Everyone is in their rooms. With the rain, there is nothing to do but stay in and relax," she explained, pulling him down a long corridor until she came upon a room with a golden nameplate on the door that was etched with the name Fleur Delacour, written in elegant cursive. She opened the door, pulled him in, and closed the door behind him. "Take off that coat," she ordered. Harry pulled it off, and she hung it by the door. Within seconds, there was a small puddle of water on the floor directly underneath the hanging coat. Fleur came back to him with a towel. Instead of handing it to him, she draped it over his head and vigorously rubbed it against his wet hair. After several minutes of this, she pulled the towel off his head and burst into a giggle fit. Harry reached up and touched his hair. His normally messy hair was wildly sticking up in every direction. Harry chuckled and did his best to flatten it with his hand.
"Now what was so important that you would risk your 'ealth by going out in this monsoon?" she incredulously asked, pouring him a cup of steaming coffee. She didn't ask how he wanted it. She simply poured in some milk and added two sugar cubes. The silver spoon clinked against the inside of the ceramic mug as she stirred. She handed the mug to him before making her own cup.
"I was meeting with a solicitor about starting a business," he said, deciding to just be honest. It wasn't exactly a secret. She finished her cup and sat down on her bed. As she did, her fluffy bathrobe opened up some and displayed most of her gorgeous legs. She patted the bed beside her, indicating where she wanted him to sit. Sitting down, he angled his body to face her while taking a sip. Glorious warmth flooded his insides. "Is it okay that I'm in here?" he asked. He didn't want Madame Maxime to burst through the door. The half Giantess could literally rip him in half.
"Do not worry about it. We are allowed to bring boys into our room if we desire. Besides, I am a Champion. That comes with special privileges," she easily told him, moving her legs into a sexier position. "Tell me about this business," she smiled.
Harry sat there explaining it all to her while she attentively listened. She had to admit, there was potential to make some decent profits if done correctly. School girls had plenty of masturbatory aids at their disposal. They could walk into any sex shop and choose from an array of different sex toys. School boys really didn't have all that much. You had to be at least seventeen to buy dirty magazines, but that didn't seem to stop the boys in her school from getting them. Still, it would thrill them if they got to see their fellow female classmates in sexy, little outfits. No doubt the girls of Beauxbatons would love posing for them.
"What about the girls in my school? Do you plan on including them?" she asked him, suddenly intrigued by the possibilities.
"I was planning on it since our schools and countries are fairly close. I probably won't include any other schools for now since I know very little about them," he honestly told her. "Why? Are you hoping to be on a card?" he teased. Fleur tossed him a teasing smile of her own.
"Am I not sexy enough?" she smirked, taking his hand and placing it on her bare thigh. Harry's cock instantly hardened. He ran his hand up and down her incredibly smooth skin.
"More than sexy enough, I'd say," he smiled back, his eyes practically twinkling.
Fleur was proud of herself for keeping it together. The moment he touched her skin, the familiar throbbing in her pussy immediately returned with a vengeance. Not wearing anything under her robe, she was sure that Harry could smell the level of her sudden arousal. She had to use every ounce of self-control to keep from lying back and offering her body to him. Her mother still hadn't found anything new about the phenomenon, but she continued to search. In the meantime, Fleur planned on getting even closer to the strange boy. She was glad to see that he wasn't shy around Veelas. His hand was creeping dangerously close to a certain area of her body.
She realized that she had to play this right. Of course, she could just fuck him now and be content with being his personal whore. That certainly wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, she thought, but Fleur wanted more out of life. Like Harry, she wanted a business of her own. She wanted to make her own way in this world. For that, she needed gold. Perhaps she could get into business with Harry and earn some of that gold. He explained that the Goblins were already converting the top floor of his building into a luxury penthouse. There would surely be plenty of room in that penthouse for one lonesome Veela, she giggled internally. Fleur wasn't planning on living at home once she graduated. It would be great to live in the Red Light District of this country's largest magical financial hub. There would be so many opportunities, and it would be a great way to make business connections for the future. If she could convince Harry to let her live with him, she could easily save enough money in a few years to start something small and hopefully grow it over time.
"Tell me, 'Arry … 'Ow much are you planning to pay these girls, and are you going to 'ire anyone else for your company?"