Chapter 58 - Ch: 19-22 (end-ish)

Chapter 19

"Oooh … That feels good … Keep doing that," Harry moaned into his pillow as he lay face down on the bed in his private room. He heard the girlish giggle belonging to Fleur Delacour behind him. She was straddling his backside while massaging his shoulders. It seemed that she was enjoying it just as much as he was. He could feel her slowly grinding herself against him. Her extremely short skirt was hiked up, and he was sure that the front of her white panties was soaked through. The smell of wet pussy was getting stronger by the minute. Harry put that from his mind for the time being. He was enjoying the massage too much to care, especially when her talented hands lowered to his back. At some point, he must have almost dozed off, because he was jolted back to reality when she patted him on the back.

"Roll over," she kindly ordered. Harry groaned and rolled onto his back after she lifted her body. As he settled back onto the bed, she sank back down and rested the crotch of her panties against the bulge in his boxers, which was the only item of clothing that he was wearing. Harry stared at the blonde goddess who was rolling her hips and making his cock ache. He saw the cute, little smirk on her gorgeous face. She knew what she was doing to him, and she loved it. Harry had to admit, she looked incredibly sexy in her white miniskirt and little, pink shirt. Her shirt was a very thin, loose-flowing piece of fabric held up by spaghetti straps. The neckline was so low that when she would bend over, he thought that her tits might actually spill out. The thin, light-colored fabric did nothing to hide her nipples. He could see the hard tips making little bumps on the front of her shirt. Her clothes had obviously been chosen to have a devastating effect on him.

Fleur leaned over and began massaging his chest muscles. His eyes instantly went to her breasts, which he could see dangling inside of her shirt. He could easily see her hard, pink nipples. "I 'ave mentioned you to my mother," she stated, kneading his muscles.

"Oh?" Harry responded and placed his hands on her silky, smooth thighs. He slowly moved the up and down, luxuriating in the sensation of her soft skin against his palms. A tremble radiated through her body.

"I told 'er about our business arrangement," she confessed, pushing harder against his throbbing cock.

Not only had he hired her to be one of his models, but she was also in charge of speaking with her fellow Beauxbatons students about modeling as well. Not all of them spoke English as well as she did. Some didn't speak any. Harry knew that she wanted to get even more involved in his upcoming plans. She wasn't as crafty as she believed. He wasn't opposed to that. Fleur could be very valuable to him in the future if she could convince other Veela to join him. Veela were notoriously difficult to get to join the sex industry. Most wouldn't even model. From asking around, he found that there wasn't a single Veela working anywhere in Diagon Alley's Red Light District. Harry very much doubted that he could ever convince them to work as whores, but he might be able to convince them to do other types of work. Having Fleur on his side could only improve his odds.

"What did she say?" Harry asked, lifting his hips so she could rub against him even harder.

"She said that it is a good opportunity to earn some gold. She 'opes to meet you at some point," she added.

"Reeeally?" Harry groaned as his balls began to swell. Fleur giggled again, enjoying his body's reaction to her. Fleur nodded, moving her hands to his sides.

"You better be careful, 'Arry. You are quite 'andsome, and she might eat you up," she teased.

"Isn't she married?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yes, but I doubt that would stop 'er if she gets worked up enough," Fleur truthfully told him.

"Early this year, a girl told me that married women almost always stay faithful. She said something about marriage vows and magical bonds or something. She said breaking them is bad, and yet both Professor Lestrange and her sister have had sex with me. They're both married. Am I missing something here?" he asked, remembering what Susan and Hannah had told him on the train ride to school. Fleur laughed out loud.

"Oh 'Arry. You are so naive," she giggled. "While what your friend said is true, women 'ave their ways to get around the magical vows. Married men do as well. It is just something that isn't talked about in polite society. Your friend will learn about this in time," she giggled again.

"As for my mother, Veela do not take these magical vows when married. Veela 'ave their own special ceremonies," she confessed.

"Oh …" was all he could say about it. That was good, he supposed. He wouldn't have to feel guilty about fucking as many married women as possible.

Red Light District

"I talked to a few girls, and they're all really excited about it," Hermione happily said as they ate breakfast. She had joined him at the Hufflepuff table and was sitting on his right side while Hannah sat on his left. Hannah and Susan were giggling together about something that he had no interest in. "Angelina Johnson especially. Her family is short on money, so she could really use the extra gold. She even started pitching ideas … like having her, Katie, and Alicia together for a special Quidditch card. I wrote down all of her ideas. She had some good ones," Hermione chattered as she delicately bit down on a ripe strawberry.

"And what about you, Hermione?" Harry suddenly asked. "Have you decided if you want to join in?"

Harry, of course, asked Hermione to be one of his models, and as much as she was taking the whole sex scene in stride since joining the magical world, she could still be quite shy on occasion. When he asked her, her face turned red with embarrassment. She said that she'd think about it. Now that he'd asked her again, she didn't seem as embarrassed, but he could still see the pink rising in her cheeks.

"Well … I don't know …" she said shyly. In response, Harry moved his hand under the table and began rubbing her thigh. "Neville said it was a good idea and that I should," she admitted. Harry had told her that it was okay if she talked about it and got some advice from her other friends.

"And what did Ron say?" Harry wondered as he ticked her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers. She sucked in a shuddering breath. From the glare being thrown his way from the Gryffindor table, Harry could guess his former friend's response.

"Nothing helpful," she admitted. "He basically said that you were just trying to use me for gold and that you don't really care about me. I told him to stuff it and mind his own business." Harry chuckled.

"Good for you," he praised her. Hermione flushed red hearing his words of encouragement. He liked hearing that she was standing up for herself.

"I'm just not sure if anyone will want to see my pictures," she said, blushing harder. Harry squeezed her thigh before continuing to rub it lovingly.

"You're nuts, Hermione. You're one of the prettiest girls in school, and you're dead sexy with your clothes off," he teased her.

"Harry!" she quietly chastised him for the naughty words. Still, she looked pleased by what he had to say.

"Seriously though, I guarantee all the boys will love your pictures. I certainly will," he truthfully told her. She gave him a tiny smile.

"I guess I will … If you really want me to," she said quietly.

"Of course, I want you. You're the first girl I thought of," he said, moving his hand higher up her leg until he was touching the crotch of her panties. Hermione gasped before pretending that nothing was going on under the table. Meanwhile, one table over, Ron's face was very red as he stared at the pair.

Red Light District

"Come on! You guys love pranking!" Ron whined to his older brothers. Fred and George both shook their heads.

"No way!" George declined Ron's pleas to prank Harry.

"If we prank him, no girl in school will ever date us again. I've got my eye on a certain witch, and I'm not about to screw up my chances," Fred told him.

"If you're dead set on him getting pranked, then why don't you do it?" George asked, flipping through the latest issue of Seeker Weekly. A busty model winked and blew him a kiss as she held up a cold bottle of Butterbeer. Butterbeer really knew how to promote its products.

"Yeah. Now bugger off. We're busy," Fred said, picking at his fingernails. Ron glared at the twins and stomped off in a huff.

The same thoughts continued to run through his mind. 'Why can't anyone else that Harry Potter is nothing but a con artist?' Practically every girl in Gryffindor had already given themselves over to him, including Hermione. Ron thought that Hermione was smart, and yet, she was the one who had fallen for his lies the most. She actually thought that he was going to give her the important job of being his business manager. In actuality, she would end up as just another filthy whore being used by anyone willing to toss down a few Sickles. It sickened him how everyone was under his spell. The girls in Gryffindor wouldn't give a guy like him a second look because they were too busy trying to jump into bed with Potter. Why couldn't they see that he was the clear choice? Ron was a star Quidditch player in the making. Sure, he hadn't made the Gryffindor team yet, but that was just a matter of time. They'd see his greatness eventually. It really pissed him off that the school decided to cancel the entire Quidditch season for the tournament.

As soon as he thought about the tournament, Ron became even angrier. Of course, Neville was chosen as a fucking champion. Like Potter, Neville was so full of himself that he would do anything to stay in the limelight. He said that he didn't put his name into the Goblet, but that was obviously a lie. Neville was just trying to show him up again. Good, old Ronald Weasley … always second best to his famous friend. Ron was sick of being second best. He was sick of having everything secondhand. Something needed to be done about this, and if Fred and George wouldn't help him, then he'd have to figure something out on his own. Ron began walking to the Common Room's exit when he heard Ginny and her friends talking.

"Nuh uh!" one of her friends said, not believing what Ginny was saying.

"I swear!" Ginny told them, her face turning pink.

"With Harry Potter? I don't believe it," the other friend joined in.

"He's big … reeeeally big," Ginny blushed, but she was clearly very pleased and proud about the fact.

"Wait a minute … Is that why you couldn't walk straight that one day?" her friend asked, her eyes going wide. Ginny nodded with a smile. All three burst into giggles.

"Did he make you cum?" Ron heard one of the girls ask. He pretended that he wasn't listening, all the while his hands were curled into fists and trembling violently.

"Multiple times," Ginny stated proudly. She was proud that she now considered herself a woman while her friends were still girls.

"Did he … you know … in your bum?" one asked while the other giggled even harder. Ginny blushed beet red.

"All three holes," she said before they all started laughing and squealing as only teenage girls could do.

Ron had heard enough. Not only had Potter sullied Hermione's body, but now he had gotten his dirty hands on his little sister. He couldn't let this stand. He stomped out of the Common Room and aimlessly walked the corridors for a while, fuming the entire time.

Red Light District

Harry was making his way to his private room when his sixth sense began tingling. Having been on the receiving end of so many attempted hexes, jinxes, and curses in his past life, Harry instinctively knew when something was wrong. Throwing himself to the side at exactly the right time, a yellow spell slammed into the stone wall where he had just been walking. The spell hissed and sizzled as it hit the stone. Harry's wand was in his hand in an instant as he spun around. The corridor was empty, but then he saw a shadow moving on the floor right beside a corner connecting a smaller side corridor. Whoever it was that was trying to curse him was hiding around the corner. Not in the mood to be cursed, Harry aimed his wand and set a torrent of fire at the corner. He heard a male scream followed by the pattering of shoes as the culprit ran away. Harry ran over and saw a tall, gangly boy with a hand covering the side of his face as he booked it around another corner. He wouldn't have known the boy's identity if it wasn't for the shock of flaming red hair.

"Ron," Harry scowled. It seemed that he hadn't yet learned his lesson. 'Maybe I should teach him,' he told himself as he heard the footsteps growing distant. Until then, Harry would keep his guard up.

The following day, Harry saw Ron sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, the side of his face covered in bandages. Harry knew the injuries probably weren't severe. He didn't use cursed fire after all. Still, Harry hoped the boy was in pain. At that moment, Ron looked up and caught his eye. He immediately put his head back down and started eating again. 'He knows that I know,' Harry told himself. 'Good.'

Just then, the morning post arrived. Dozens of owls flew in through the open windows and began delivering letters and packages to various students. A gray-colored owl landed in front of him, holding his leg up. Harry removed the attached letter and gave the owl a piece of crispy bacon as a reward. The owl gobbled it down greedily and hooted its thanks before flying back through the window. Once it was gone, Harry ripped open the envelope and began reading. As he read further, a smile formed on his face.

"Good news?" he heard Susan ask beside him. Harry looked at her and smiled.

"My solicitor found a suitable candymaker in France that can make what I need. He's sending the contract tomorrow. He also acquired professional-grade photography equipment. I just need to pick it up," he told her. Susan smiled widely.

"So it's going to happen soon? The pictures, I mean," she asked. Harry nodded.

"He's sending copies of blank contracts that I can get the girls to sign."

"That's brilliant!" Hannah chirped. She was very eager to earn some extra gold.

"I'll try and pick them up as soon as possible," he told them as the girls began talking excitedly to each other. He looked over to Fleur and saw her looking back at him. She smiled beautifully and waved at him. Harry waved back, and he could feel the glares of every boy in the school. However, he didn't mind in the least. They all had equal opportunities to go after her. Some tried and failed while others were too chicken to even give it a shot. That was their problem, not his. Though, Harry could see it from their point of view. He already had access to most girls in the school, and now he had the attention of lovely Miss Delacour. That wouldn't change his mind though.

Red Light District

Harry was on his back in bed with his fingers threaded together behind his head while Cho Chang rode him hard and fast. Her pussy was nice and slick, and she was doing a good job working his cock. Bella was standing next to the bed with a handheld timer.

"You're quite lucky, Miss Chang. There aren't very many Asian girls working in Diagon Alley. You should fetch a high price if you decide to work at one of the brothels," Bella told her. Cho was clenching her muscles tightly, desperately trying to get him to cum. Her small, perky tits were bouncing and jiggling, creating a tantalizing sight. "Time!" Bella called out when the timer pinged. Cho groaned and slid herself off of his cock, leaving it hard and wet with her juices.

"The quicker you make your client cum, the more you can fit in during your shift. That means more gold for you," Bella instructed. "Miss Bell … You're up!"

Katie scampered up to him and climbed on the bed. Her body was gorgeous. She was a small thing, athletically built. Her tits were a little more than a handful, and her nipples were only a few shades lighter than the rest of her lovely, pale skin. Her pussy was hairless, and Harry could see that her little, pink slit was already wet and ready to be fucked. Staying still, he watched on as she threw her leg over his hips and mounted him. She lifted her bottom and placed the tip of his cock against her opening. She sank on it easily, taking him down to the base. Harry moaned as he felt her hot, silky walls squeeze him tightly. "Go!" Bella called out, starting the timer. She only had a couple of minutes to try and make him cum. Katie wasted no time.

Her small body was bouncing vigorously while her inner walls massaged his aching cock. Harry wanted nothing more than to reach up and play with her tits which were being thrust forward. Unfortunately, he was under orders to simply lie back and enjoy the ride. Katie's eyes were fluttering, and she began angling her lower half so that her clit was being stimulated.

"Worry more about his pleasure and less about yours," Bella quickly chastised her.

"S-Sorry, Professor!" Katie shuddered. She then leaned forward so that her tits were pressed against his chest, and she began bouncing her ass wildly, driving him deep inside of her. Harry could feel his balls tightening, and he was threatening to release just as the timer pinged again.

"Time," Bella called again. "Miss Johnson … You're up next."

Angelina walked up to the bed, her big tits shaking with every confident step. Harry loved her light brown skin and dark-colored nipples. Her mound looked incredibly smooth as she climbed aboard. Right before mounting him, she turned around so that she was facing away from him. Straddling him, she leaned forward and spread her cheeks open. Harry got a firsthand view of her soaked pussy and tight, little asshole. She then grabbed him by the base and forced his head into her burning hot cunt. Placing her hands on his shins, she slammed her hips down and drove him balls deep into her tight pussy. "Go!" Bella called out.

The dark-skinned goddess fucked him like a woman abandoned. Bouncing her ass, she was sliding her pussy up and down his shaft, from the head to the base. Within seconds, his cock was slick with her white cream. Her thick cheeks were clapping as though they were giving her a standing ovation, giving him momentary peeks at her puckered hole. Harry gripped the sheets tightly, moaning like a madman. The scent of her pussy was surrounding him, driving him crazy with lust. After only a few more bounces of her perfect ass, Harry thrust his hips upward, grabbed her waist, and began pumping his cum directly into her womb. Angelina squealed happily, her pussy clamping down on him. He could feel her insides pulsating as she milked his cock.

"Excellent job, Miss Johnson. If you keep that up, you'll be earning some decent coin in the future," Bella praised the gorgeous girl. Angelina's eyes were twitching out of control, and her body was racked with spasms while Harry filled her with his seed. Once she pulled off of him, his cock was messy with a mixture of his cum, her cream, and various girls' pussy juices. "Miss Edgecomb … Clean him up," their teacher ordered.

Marietta quickly hopped onto the bed and began licking his filthy cock like it was a particularly tasty popsicle. She even moaned in delight as she licked him clean. When she had licked every bit of fluids off of him, she popped his head into her mouth and began sucking him like a quality whore. Harry threaded his fingers through her curly hair and started fucking her mouth. Marietta seemed more than happy with this arrangement. Her knees parted, and she stuck her ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. Bella was having none of this, however. She swatted Marietta hard on the ass with a loud CRACK!

"EEP!" Marietta cried out after pulling his cock from her throat. She spun around with wide eyes, rubbing her reddening bottom.

"Off the bed," Bella smirked, jerking her thumb back toward the students' desks. Marietta quickly scampered back to her desk, her tits and ass jiggling wonderfully as she did. Bella then turned back to Harry and sat on the bed next to him. She was only wearing a pair of tiny, black panties and matching high heels. She slid her hand up his thigh and wrapped it around his still-hard penis. Slowly pumping him, she shook her tits from side to side, causing them to create a muffled smacking sound. Her nipples were hard and crinkled, and he couldn't take his eyes off of them. At that moment, he wished that he could suck the milk straight from them. "You still up for a few more rounds?" she asked him. Harry raised an eyebrow, silently responding with, 'What do you think?' Bella just laughed and got up, letting his cock go.

"Miss Davis … Step forward," she called out. Tracey Davis got up from her desk and came up to the bed. As she leaned forward, her breasts dangled, and Harry couldn't help but reach out and grope them. He toyed with her hard nipple before Bella told him to knock it off. Harry huffed and fell back onto the bed, his cock sticking straight up. "Use your ass," Bella ordered, tossing the girl a bottle of lube. Tracey blushed madly as she caught the bottle. Tracey wasn't as good at anal as the other girls, and Bella wasn't pleased with that. She took every opportunity to make sure that Tracey was fucked in the ass instead of the pussy. 'Any back-alley whore can take it in the pussy,' she would say.

Tracey poured some lube into her palm and massaged it into Harry's cock. She then reached behind her and stuck her finger up her ass, lubing her hole as well. She tossed the bottle onto the bed beside them while straddling Harry. Taking his cock in hand, she angled it until the head was touching her puckered hole. Tracey bit her lower lip, clearly wincing as the head penetrated her. "Oh!" she grunted while slowly lowering herself. Harry could feel his cock sinking deeper and deeper with every second that passed. Once he was fully in, she slowly began grinding her hips against him.

"You're going to have to do better than that," Bella chastised her, crossing her arms under her ample chest. She appeared to be unimpressed with Tracey's performance. Tracey silently nodded and started bouncing a little. After a minute or so of continuous stretching, she found the courage to really start fucking herself on his cock. Her tits were bouncing, and her dark hair was fanned out. The clapping of their bodies was growing louder. Harry grunted as he tried to hold back another orgasm. Tracey's ass was very hot and tight, so he found it very difficult to do so. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was agape. Her loud breathing was suddenly overcome by a deep moan. Harry could feel her body trembling right before she collapsed forward, cumming hard on his cock. Pussy juice was leaking from her contracting pussy, flooding his stomach with her drippings. Harry desperately needed to cum. Wrapping his arms around her slender waist, he began jackhammering into her tight ass. The girls in the class had to cover their ears as Tracey's high-pitched squeal reverberated off the stone walls. After a few more thrusts into her scorching asshole, Harry emptied his balls into her.

"Better, but it still needs a lot of work," Bella told the girl as she spasmed against his chest. Harry gave her ass a hard slap as Bella called for the next girl.

Chapter 20

Harry was in the new darkroom that he converted from a large, walk-in closet that he never used in his private room on the seventh floor. His eyes were stinging a bit from the fumes of the magical developing solution that he was using to make his pictures move. From his former life, he knew that muggle cameras worked perfectly well in Hogwarts … if they weren't electronic, of course. You could simply develop the pictures while using a special potion to make the images move. Harry could have just used a magical camera, but he found that the image quality was much better from a top-of-the-line muggle camera. The magical ones were also heavy and bulky, while the muggle ones were much lighter.

He used metal tongs to lift the last picture from the solution, ignoring the red light that was beginning to give him a headache. He hung it from a wire that was stretched from one end of the darkroom to the other. The good news was that the magical solution dried very fast. By the time he hung up the last one, all the others had already dried. In the time it took him to pull down the two dozen pictures, the last one was dry. He plucked it from the line and added it to the stack. Wanting to get away from the fumes as fast as possible, he smacked the bottom of the stack against the surface of his desk to get the pictures all evenly lined up. He then left the room for some fresh air, quickly closing the door behind him. He reminded himself to set up some type of magical ventilation in the near future. That would make the whole process way more pleasant. As soon as the door closed, Fleur came scampering up to him. She was still wearing only a very tiny pair of white, g-string panties, and her perfect breasts were bouncing and jiggling merrily. Harry stared unapologetically at the state of her nakedness, and Fleur didn't seem to mind one bit. She was very open with her body … at least with him.

"Can I see them now?" she asked impatiently, joining his side. Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and handed her the stack. She went back to the bed, Harry keeping his eyes trained on her shapely ass the whole way. On the bed, another set of her photos was spread out. Harry joined her and crawled onto the bed next to her. Fleur sighed.

" 'Arry … 'Ere is another with your finger over the lens," she said, holding a picture of her that was half blocked with his blurry, over-enlarged finger. Harry smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry. I haven't quite gotten used to being a photographer yet," he admitted. Three more from the last batch were also partially blocked by his fingers. She sighed again and graced him with a soft smile.

"Luckily for you, after the photos of me are done, I will be taking over for the other girls," she said, tossing the ruined photo aside and looking through the rest. Fleur loved taking photos during her free time. Her father had gifted her a camera for Christmas a few years back, and she used it extensively. From the photos that she had shown him, he could honestly admit that she was a lot more talented than he was.

"This is a good one!" Fleur chirped happily, holding an eight by ten up for him to see. It was a good one. Unfortunately, he couldn't use it.

"We can't use that one," he told her. Her eyebrow raised in confusion.

" 'Ow come?" Fleur asked. Harry pointed to a certain area of the photo.

"Your hand isn't completely covering your nipple. You can see some of it through your spread fingers," he explained. This time, it was Fleur who rolled her eyes.

"I am seventeen. My nipples do not 'ave to remain fully covered," she reminded him.

"That's true, but then I couldn't sell them to anyone under seventeen," he said. Fleur cursed in French, which made him laugh.

"Then 'ow come this one is okay?" she asked, holding up a picture from a previous photoshoot. In the picture, Fleur was soaking wet while wearing a thin, white blouse while braless. You could clearly see her nipples through her wet shirt.

"Because technically, you are covered. You can just see through the shirt. It's a loophole that my solicitor explained to me," Harry told her.

"Interesting," Fleur slowly said while thinking. "I will 'ave to keep that in mind."

Harry reached down and plucked another picture from the pile. Fleur was on his bed with her bottom resting on her heels. Her mouth was slightly open as if moaning. One arm was draped across her bountiful chest, though plenty was still being shown. Her cleavage was spectacular, and the bottom of her breasts hung down below her arm. Her free hand was gently stroking her thigh, and suddenly, she turned around and showed him her ass. Almost nothing was covered by the minuscule, white string. Harry could see the exact shape of her glorious pussy. The Fleur in the photo then looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a knowing smile while shaking her ass tantalizingly. He showed her the picture.

"This one's very sexy," he admitted. Fleur took it from him and looked it over. A smile on her face told him that she agreed with his assessment. "In fact, it's so good that I think I'll use it as a special, limited edition card."

"Limited edition?" she turned to him.

"Yeah," he replied before remembering that he hadn't explained all the details to her. "The cards are going to have different levels of rarity. I was thinking of bronze, silver, gold, diamond, and limited edition level cards - that way, people will have to buy more if they want to complete their collections. The higher the level, the fewer cards are produced and the sexier they get. Who knows … It might even make them valuable as collector items. Some Quidditch cards are worth a lot of gold," he explained it all.

"That is a good idea, 'Arry," she said, placing the pictures aside and straddling his lap. She was suddenly very turned on by his drive to succeed. Her slim arms wrapped around the back of his neck. "And I am willing to model as much as you want … as long as you are the one taking the pictures," she said cheekily, wanting to make sure that he knew that she was only interested in him. Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed his lips softly. Harry's hands found her thin waist, and he wasted no time in sliding them up her sides. His thumbs brushed against the sides of her naked breasts. Fleur kissed him deeper, holding him in place with her surprisingly strong grip. Her lips and tongue tasted wonderful, Harry thought as he kissed her back with equal passion. Fleur then let go of his neck and reached down, gripping the bottom of his t-shirt. She pulled it up and over his head, Harry raising his arms and allowing her to take it off of him. Pressing against him while devouring his mouth, she intentionally brushed her hard nipples against his bare chest. Fleur broke the kiss and gasped as though she was having an orgasm. She chittered something in French that Harry couldn't understand. He didn't care though. He was too busy caressing her bare breasts. Her body was trembling as each of his fingers grazed the tip of her light pink nipples.

Fleur's eyes were fluttering uncontrollably. Just having him touch her bare skin was incredible enough, but to have him playing with the sensitive skin of her nipples was a pleasure that she hadn't been able to imagine. Mini orgasms were rocking her body and severely dampening her panties with her wetness. She couldn't stop herself from grabbing the back of his head by the hair and pulling his mouth to her nipple. Harry greedily took the little pink nub into his mouth and added suction while his tongue flicked against the tip. Fleur squealed in bliss while pulling her nipple from his lips and angling her body so that she could stuff the other into his mouth. She was tired of teasing him with her sexiness. She was tired of playing hard to get. For him, she was now as easy as breathing. Fleur was more than willing to give herself to him. He could have her body any way he wanted, and she would gleefully give in to his every desire. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he kissed all around the edges of her areolas and sucked on the tender skin between her breasts. Squirming against his crotch, she suddenly realized that they were wearing way too many clothes for her liking.

Pulling away from him, she lay on her back and lifted her long, sexy legs in the air. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and she slowly peeled them up her legs. Removing them from her feet, Fleur spread her legs wide, showing him how wet her pink slit was. Her hand slithered down her toned stomach, and she reached between her legs. Fleur moaned loudly as her fingers massaged the length of her slit. She then used two fingers to spread her lips open, sending an unmistakable message to him. Fleur watched as he removed the rest of his clothing. When he pulled down his pants and his big cock flopped out, she gasped in delight.

"So big," she said in a hushed voice. The amazement was clear in her velvety voice. She rolled onto her front and crawled over to him as he stepped up to the bed. Her hand immediately wrapped around his erection. Holding it flat in her palm, she ran her fingers down his length, studying every perfect inch of him. Her pussy was throbbing just being in contact with it. Her hand enclosed his shaft, and she slowly began stroking him. She reached up with her other hand and caressed his muscled stomach. Harry was looking down at her, and she locked eyes with him. He must have seen how desperate she was. He placed his hand on her cheek and slid it up until his fingertips were tickling her behind the ear. Fleur closed her eyes and savored the pleasant sensation. Her hand was quickly becoming tired, so she added her other hand. His cock was too much for even both of her hands to handle. Harry then moved his hand to her neck. He didn't squeeze it, even though she kind of wanted him to. Instead, he pushed her into a lying position with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Harry then grabbed her behind the knees and folded her body in half. With her legs spread open, her wet pussy and asshole were there for the taking. He could have chosen either, and Fleur would have loved it equally. She wasn't ready for it when he lowered his head and pressed his tongue against her asshole. Fleur's eyes widened, and she instantly came. Her lower half bucked, driving his tongue harder against her hole. He wiggled his tongue over her hole, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The womanly scent of her wet pussy was intoxicating to him.

"Continue à le lécher! Ça fait tellement de bien!" Fleur cried out in a thick, French accent, telling him to keep licking her. She didn't need to tell him, though. His tongue danced around the rim of her hole while his hands groped her tits. As much as she enjoyed being licked there, she wanted even more. She moved her ass down so that his mouth was even with her pussy. Harry rewarded her by dragging his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her engorged clit. Fleur arched her back and cried out as the orgasm intensified. She began bouncing her lower half and rubbing her pussy against his tongue. Harry must have enjoyed the way she tasted, she thought, because he was greedily slurping up every last drop of juice leaking from her cumming pussy. His tongue slid inside of her, and Fleur could feel her pussy squeezing his tongue as though it were a cock. After having his fill of her Veela juices, Harry kissed her clit and straightened up. Fleur unfolded her body but kept her legs spread.

Harry stepped between her parted legs and rubbed the head of his cock along her damp slit. The heat that she was producing was amazing, Harry thought as the head became lubed up with her wetness. Harry looked at her, who was looking back at him. She was breathing heavily, and her breasts were rising and falling with every labored breath. It really hit him how stunningly gorgeous the girl was. Her eyes looked big and innocent and were colored with the deepest blue imaginable. Her nose was small and perfect, and her lips were pink and full. There wasn't a blemish to be seen on her porcelain skin. Harry could truly understand why she got so much attention from the boys of his school. To them, she was a fantasy. She was an untouchable object just beyond their reach. He was overcome with a deep sense of satisfaction. The untouchable goddess was spread open, offering her body to him. Running his hands up the insides of her thighs and feeling her body tremble, Harry thrust forward and claimed Fleur Delacour for himself.

Her wet slit parted, letting him in. Every centimeter of her silky walls was pure heaven for him. Harry didn't know if it was all Veela or just her, but her pussy felt as though it was designed for him specifically. The moment he entered her, her walls began squeezing him so tightly that he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. The noises she was making only added to the pleasure. Her ragged breathing, her cute whimpers, and her gasps of pleasure were music to his ears. Of course, he had fantasized about the Fleur Delacour of his world just as every other male in her orbit had, but that was all she was … a fantasy. Had he known what it was like to have her, Harry would have tried his damnedest to win her over in his fourth year. However, that was water under the bridge. He had her now, and he intended to keep her for as long as possible.

When he finally bottomed out, he had a hard time pulling back. Her tight pussy didn't want to let him go. He pulled even harder, all the while, her walls were fluttering around him. He gripped the tops of her thighs tightly and thrust back in. He couldn't stop the loud moan from leaving his lips. The mixture of scents coming from her was incredible. He could smell the fruitiness of her shampoo and the lightly perfumed scent of her body. The strongest was her wet pussy. The smell of her arousal was sending him into a sexual frenzy. It wasn't long before he was pounding her pussy for all it was worth.

Fleur's eyes glazed over, then rolled into the back of her head. She had never dreamed of such pleasure. No one that she had ever been with could compare to the boy thrusting between her legs. Under normal circumstances, she would control her tightness to try and get the most pleasure possible. There was, of course, the problem of premature ejaculation when it came to being with her physically. The ones that she had been with just couldn't handle the sensations that her body would bring, and they certainly couldn't handle her Allure. The more she was turned on, the more her Allure would fluctuate. At the moment, her Allure was flaring out of control, and if she had been able to think properly, she would have been amazed that Harry could even stay on his feet.

With every thrust of his perfect cock, a lightning storm of pleasure raced through her body, lighting her nerves on fire. When he angled his cock and began hitting a certain spot deep inside of her, something strange began to happen. Her body began tingling. It wasn't the tingle that intense pleasure would bring. It was something else … something that she had never felt before. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as her pussy choked his cock with its tightness. Fleur suddenly became lightheaded, and her face grew hot. Her body quickly followed until she felt feverish. Then, her orgasm suddenly went into overdrive.

Throwing her head back and arching her back, Fleur screamed in pleasure. Her scream changed its pitch and turned into the wild screech of a bird. Harry's eyes widened as her face morphed into something that he had only seen once before. Her open mouth elongated into a cruel beak. Her beautiful face became avian, and long, scaled wings burst from her back. Fleur's legs wrapped around his waist, and with incredible strength, she used her legs to fling him onto the bed. Harry's back barely hit the bed before she was on top of him. Her hands enclosed around his wrists, and she let out a screech so loud that it hurt his ears. Straddling his lap, she dropped down on him, taking his cock deep inside of her. Her long, wicked wings were flapping lazily as she bounced and pounded her hips against his groin. "Fleur!" Harry groaned, throwing his head back. Her pussy was even hotter than before. Even her juices felt as though they had changed. Her pussy was so lubricated that he could easily slide in and out of her even though she remained absurdly tight. Fleur pushed down on him, driving him deep. Her hips rolled seductively, working his cock like a true professional. Her breasts were swaying side to side, and he couldn't even reach up to play with them. Her grip on his wrists was that tight. Harry moaned deeply as her walls contracted around him, milking his cock. Her screeches were getting louder and more predatory. Her hips were sliding back and forth, and he felt his balls swelling. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Harry cried out and spilled his cum. Fleur let out a bird-like caw as her body quivered in pleasure. Her lovely tits were jiggling and shaking, and her pussy was massaging his shaft. Her body began to buck as he continued to pump her full of cum.

She sat upon him, breathing deeply. Her body spasmed while her insides refused to stop milking him. After a few moments of inactivity, Fleur morphed back to her normal state. The long, beak retracted, and the bird-like appearance of her head changed back to human. Fleur's eyes were wide in shock over what had just happened. Tired, she collapsed forward into his arms. He ran his hands down her nude back and cupped her shapely ass. His cock was still rock-hard and buried in her. " 'Arry," he heard her whisper tiredly while he slowly thrust into her from below. Her lips then found his, and she kissed him deeper than she ever had before.

Red Light District

"I gave all the girls who are on your list their contracts. They all promised to send them to be signed as quickly as possible," Hermione told him. They were both in his room, and Hermione was at his desk going through her notebook.

"What about you?" Harry asked her. He was looking in a mirror while trying to brush his messy hair.

"What about me?" she asked in confusion, not looking up from her calendar. She was jotting stuff down with her fancy, eagle feather quill.

"Have you sent your contract? I don't think I asked, but how do your parents feel about the way magical society works?" Harry wondered. This time, she did look up. She turned to the side in her chair and looked at him.

"You mean about all the sex and stuff?" she asked for clarification. Harry nodded.

"My dad doesn't know. Mum thought it would be better to keep it from him … for obvious reasons," she admitted.

"And your mum?"

"She was unsure and weirded out by it all, but Professor McGonagall did a good job explaining it all to her. At first, she didn't want to send me to Hogwarts because of it, but Professor McGonagall explained that it wouldn't change my future. Keeping me from the magical world would only make it worse … So much so that I might even have to be taken from them due to the risk of breaking the Statute of Secrecy. I've talked to my mum about it a lot. She's come around since then, though she was very pleased when I told her about our arrangement and that I wouldn't have to work as a prostitute," Hermione blushed.

"I sent the contract to her, and I'm sure that she'll sign it," she said, turning back around to finish her work.

"Did you tell her how sexy the photos will be?" Harry asked in a teasing voice. Harry saw the sides of her cheeks turn very red.

"I just told her that there won't be any nudity … which is technically true," she added. Hermione wasn't one to lie. "The fact that I'm doing it as a job for you will keep her from asking too many questions. I've been writing to her and telling her how well you're taking care of me."

Harry had to smile at that. He walked over and kissed the top of her head. Hermione turned and looked at him with a pretty smile on her face.

"I plan to keep taking care of you long into the future," he promised and tickled her side. Hermione squealed loudly and threw a crumpled-up piece of parchment at him. Harry just dodged it and laughed.

Chapter 21

"How come you haven't needed me in class recently?" Harry asked as he straddled the backs of Bella's thighs. His long, hard cock was snugly resting between her thick cheeks while he rubbed oil into her back. Bella moaned loudly as he worked one of her aching muscles.

"We've been practicing dancing mostly … You know … working on the mechanics and such. I've also been teaching them about things you don't need to be there for, like hygiene, pregnancy prevention, and so on." Bella wiggled her hips and stimulated his cock. His hands moved up to her shoulders, and he dug into her muscles with his thumbs. "Why … Do you miss us?" she looked over her shoulder with a smirk.

In response, Harry slapped her right ass cheek hard, making her fleshy rump ripple. Bella squealed loudly and glared at him. Harry chuckled as he caressed the reddening flesh of her ass. "You know I do," he smiled at her. Bella huffed and pressed her face back into her pillow.

"You'll be needed next week. I'll let you know when to come in. The girls in class have been whining about not getting enough time with you. It's becoming very annoying," she confessed. Harry let his fingers glide up the length of her oily sides. His fingers tickled each rib, making her curvy body shudder.

"Hermione's been keeping my schedule filled with different girls. Yesterday, I spent an hour with Pansy and then two more hours with Alicia," he informed his professor.

"Girls their age are insatiable," Bella reminded him. "It's never enough for them. I haven't forgotten what it's like to be their age. Just keep a steady schedule and don't worry about their whines and complaints."

"It'll be good to get back in class. The girls have been driving Hermione mad with their requests and demands," Harry laughed, thinking about Hermione being in a near-constant huff over the last week. However, he repaid her hard work with many back-arching orgasms that seemed to leave her happy and sated. She was also making a decent amount of money from the bribes she was receiving.

"Enjoy your free time while you have it," Bella wisely stated. "I've heard that you've been putting it to good use. The girls have been talking nonstop about modeling and such. I even had to hold a class on proper modeling techniques so that they would stop asking me for advice."

Harry raised an eyebrow as his fingers toyed with the delicate skin on the sides of her busty tits. "I didn't know you had modeling experience," he said.

"I dabbled with modeling in my youth." He could hear the pride in her muffled voice. "I was even Kitten of the Month in the June 1984 issue of Sex Kittens magazine," Bella bragged. Harry whistled in appreciation. Bella laughed as she remembered back to that time in her life. "Cissy was so jealous. I had a lot of fun rubbing it in her face."

"You know, Bella … I would love to put you on one of my cards … one of the Limited Editions, of course," Harry brought up the subject after hearing she had experience and probably wouldn't be opposed to the idea. He had thought about it before but figured she wouldn't be interested. She was a very busy woman after all. She began moving, and Harry lifted his bottom to let her roll onto her back. Harry's eyes immediately lowered to her luscious breasts and hard, crinkled nipples. Bella didn't even attempt to hide them from his lascivious gaze. Harry moved until he was between her legs. Her smooth inner thighs were squeezing his hips while he began massaging her toned belly. He poured warm oil onto her stomach, and Harry watched the viscous, pleasant-smelling liquid roll down her curves and pool in her little belly button.

"Is that so?" she asked in a sing-song voice while Harry let his hands glide up her slick belly and onto her perky breasts. He flicked his fingers over the tips of her hard nipples. Bella gasped slightly as her back arched. Harry nodded his head in response to her question.

"Unless it's prohibited by the school. I don't know the rules you have to follow when you're a professor," he confessed. She shook her head, making her dark, loosely curled hair bounce.

"There's nothing in my teaching contract which forbids me from modeling," she told him. No doubt she had gone over the contract with a fine-toothed comb before signing. That's just the type of woman that she was.

"So … are you interested?" Harry asked, pinching her hard nipples and tugging on them. Bella mewled sexily while her body squirmed. She was rubbing her wet pussy against the head of his hard cock. He rolled her nipples between her fingers, getting them nice and oily.

"I suppose I could be persuaded," she smirked, lifting her foot and placing it on his pec muscle. She slid her bare foot up and down, massaging his chest. The soles of her feet were incredibly soft and smooth, and his cock was straining as he kept himself from taking her right then and there. However, his resolution didn't last long. He knew that when she began teasing him with her body, she was ready and wanting to be fucked good and hard. Harry grabbed the backs of her knees and folded her body in half. With her feet now above her head, he looked down and looked at her pussy. It was glistening with arousal. Harry took his cock in hand and rubbed the tip up and down between her lips, coating the head with her wetness. Bella's labored breathing only made him hornier. Pressing the tip against her opening, he easily penetrated her to the hilt. Bella moaned loudly. It was music to his ears.

"I'll have Hermione bring you a contract tomorrow," he grunted as he began fucking her with wild abandon.

Red Light District

"That's good, Susan … Now hike your skirt up a little higher and show me your thighs," Harry told her.

"Like this?" she asked, pulling her skirt up until it was barely covering the crotch of her white panties.

"Perfect," Fleur stated as she held the camera up. Harry watched as Susan posed for Fleur, who was snapping a set of photos.

By that point, all of the girls had turned in their signed contracts, and Harry had them turned in to the Ministry for processing. Now that all that mess had been taken care of, he could proceed with his business plan. Susan was the first girl other than Fleur to have her pictures taken. Looking on, he could tell that Fleur really knew what she was doing behind a camera. Susan, of course, looked incredibly sexy posing in her generic schoolgirl outfit that looked similar to the ones worn by the female population of Hogwarts. This particular photoshoot was for her bronze and silver cards, which meant nothing too sexy. For the following day, Harry had some much sexier outfits in store for her. Unfortunately, it was a school day, and that meant that they didn't have much time to operate. Thankfully, it was Friday, and they would have the entire weekend to photograph multiple girls. It would be a very busy weekend for Harry, Fleur, and Hermione.

Harry acted as a director, instructing Susan to pose as he liked. Fleur would do the same since she was the one looking through the viewfinder. She also had dual roles, acting as a makeup artist … something that Harry knew nothing about. Hermione, being his assistant, was by his side.

Susan gave Fleur a smoldering look as her big breasts bulged out of the top of her halfway-unbuttoned, white blouse. The blouse was very tight across her chest, and the two little bumps in the fabric told everyone she wasn't wearing a bra. Her shoes were off, and her black knee socks covered her legs below the knee. With her skirt hiked up, most of her thick, smooth thighs were on display, making Harry's trousers feel a little tight in the groin area. Susan saw him staring at her thighs and threw him a seductive look.

"Attention over 'ere," Fleur called out when Susan looked away from the camera.

"Sorry," the sexy redhead apologized before going back to posing.

"I can tell that they're going to come out really well," Hermione told him over the clicking of the camera.

"It sure seems that way," Harry responded while watching Susan use her inner arms to press her breasts together. The amount of cleavage that was created was glorious to witness.

"I hope my pictures look good," Hermione added, sounding nervous. Harry turned to her and gave her all of his attention.

"Are you nervous?" he wondered. It sure sounded like she was. Hermione blushed slightly and nodded.

"I'm not nearly as pretty as Fleur, and my breasts aren't nearly as large as Susan's …" she began but Harry cut her off. He reached out and placed his hand on her cheek. He tickled behind her ear in a way that he knew she loved. Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered from the sudden pleasure. Harry smiled at her body's reaction.

"You're very beautiful, Hermione, and you don't need super big boobs to look sexy, you know," he honestly told her. Hermione opened her eyes and blushed harder from his compliments.

"I know … but still," was the only excuse she could come up with.

"You're just going to have to trust me. You're going to look very sexy on those cards. I have a few ideas about your photoshoot. You'll just have to wait and see," he added when she opened her mouth to ask about it.

"By the way … I haven't spent much time around Fred and George Weasley. Are they still pulling a lot of pranks?" he asked her. Hermione snorted.

"Too many pranks if you ask me. They're always getting points taken from Gryffindor. They're both very nice people, but you should probably avoid them unless you want detention for a week," she said with a small smile on her pretty face. Harry slid his hand across her cheek and tickled her under the chin. Hermione happily squealed in pleasure and jumped away from his wandering fingers. All Harry could do was chuckle.

"Five-minute break," Fleur called out. Susan relaxed on the bed while Hermione got to work. She brought Fleur and Susan water bottles from Harry's small cooler while Fleur reloaded a fresh roll of film into the camera. Harry watched and smiled as everything was going to plan.

Red Light District

"Fred! George!" Harry called out as he found them walking alone down a deserted corridor. 'They were probably up to no good,' Harry amusedly thought as he briskly walked up to the two troublemakers.

"Harry Potter!" George Weasley called out. "The envy of every boy in the school," he added.

"Including us," Fred smiled and jabbed his thumb into his chest.

"I'm not going to lie. My life can be good from time to time," Harry joked.

"What can we do for you, oh magnificent one?" George asked.

"I've heard rumors that you two hooligans dream of opening a prank shop. Any truth to this?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer. In his past life, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was very successful, and Harry wanted in on the ground floor.

"Well … That is the dream," George said.

"But we've run into a bit of a problem," Fred added.

"We're dead broke," George told him, reaching into his pockets and turning them inside out. They were completely empty except for a gum wrapper and a lot of lint.

"And I don't think they'll just give us a shop front based on our dashing and debonair looks alone," Fred snorted with laughter at the state of his twin's pockets.

"Are you guys in the market for a silent partner?" Harry asked them. They both raised an eyebrow.

"That's something to think about …" Fred stated, intrigued.

"If the terms are friendly enough, of course …" George chimed in.

"In exchange for thirty-three percent of the business, I'll provide the starting capital so you can get to work making new products. Once you leave school, I'll cover the rent of a shop in Diagon Alley until the company can afford to pay the rent on its own," Harry told them. The Weasley brothers looked at each other, silently communicating in a way only twins could do.

"That doesn't sound too bad," George said.

"We'd need to hear further details before we were willing to commit," Fred added.

"Do you know where my office is?" Harry asked them. They both nodded.

"Meet me there tomorrow right after dinner, and we can talk about specific numbers," Harry told them. After a few more questions and answers, they parted ways. Even though they were troublemakers, Fred and George were still brilliant when it came to inventing stuff. Harry remembered that they had invented a lot more than just pranking items. Their WonderWitch collection of makeup and skincare products was what had him truly interested. Of course, Harry wanted to help the twins. They had always been very supportive of him in his past life, and Harry wanted to repay their loyalty to him. But if he could help them while benefitting from it as well, that was a no-brainer. Hopefully, they would take him up on his offer, and they could all make a heap of gold in the process.

Red Light District

"Your tits are so jiggly," Harry stated, groping one of Susan's bouncing breasts. She was on her feet, bouncing on her toes and shaking her chest from side to side. Susan was topless, and the only thing protecting her modesty was a pair of sticky, hot pink hearts that were placed over her nipples. Covering her lower half was a pair of teeny tiny panties that Harry had special ordered. He had ordered dozens of pairs in various sizes. They were custom-made in the colors of the school's four Houses. Susan's panties were black with yellow trim, signifying that she belonged to Hufflepuff. He made sure to leave off any intellectual property that belonged to the school, such as the school's crest. Thankfully, the school couldn't claim to own any color schemes, so using the House colors was perfectly fine.

"Stop grabbing 'er, or 'er skin will turn red," Fleur complained as she fooled around with the camera's settings. Susan giggled as he gave her breast one last squeeze before letting go.

"Sorry," Harry apologized, though it didn't sound like he was.

It was Saturday morning, and they were shooting Susan's Limited Edition cards. There was a lot of skin showing, and Harry thought she looked spectacular. Her panties were so small that they barely were able to cover her clit. The entirety of her smooth mound was on display, drawing his eyes to that area of her body. Fleur began snapping away again, and Susan did a good job posing sexily. She lifted her breasts in her hands and let them fall. They were so perky that they bounced and quickly snapped back into place. She truly had magical tits. Fleur said something, and Hermione angled the lights in a different way. It was best if Harry let Fleur handle that stuff since she knew what she was doing much more than him.

Susan climbed on the bed and spread her knees apart. She then stuck her ass in the air and looked back over her shoulder, biting her lower lip sexily. The crotch of her panties was unable to cover the sides of her puffy lips, though her slit was covered, which was the important part. Her asshole was barely covered by the thin string of her thong, and Harry could see the slightly darker skin of her rim that wasn't hidden. When she started bouncing her ass up and down, her thick cheeks clapped together in a very sexy game of peek-a-boo with her asshole.

It was then that he knew the cards would be a major seller. Fleur's photos alone would fetch him a small fortune. He also knew that many of the boys in school lusted after Susan. Harry needed to finish the photoshoots and ramp up production as quickly as possible.

Red Light District

After finishing up with Susan, Harry decided to take a break and visit Hogsmeade. Fleur and Hermione were continuing with their work, photographing several other girls. Since they were only doing the basic photos, Harry told them what he wanted and let them fill in the blanks. As he walked into the village, he spotted Rosmerta stepping out of the Three Broomsticks with, funnily enough, a broomstick in her hand. She pointed her wand at it, and it magically began sweeping the front of the pub. Rosmerta went back inside. Harry walked up and looked through the window. There were only a couple of people inside, and neither were at the bar. Stepping inside, Harry went up to Rosmerta and shot her a smile. Rosmerta looked up and smiled back.

"Hey there, sexy!" she happily chirped. "Can't seem to stay away from me, huh?" she joked.

"It certainly appears so," Harry joked back, checking out the deep cleavage in her barmaid's dress. "Can I get a bottle of butterbeer?" he asked. Rosmerta was another woman that the boys in school really liked. Not only that, but many of the boys who had graduated years ago liked her as well. As she leaned forward to grab a bottle from under the bar and gave him a clear view down the front of her dress, Harry could easily see why so many boys had a crush on the woman. Rosmerta popped the cap off and handed him the frosty cold bottle. Harry took a swig and shivered as the cold liquid traveled down his throat. "Not many customers today?" he asked her, looking around. An old woman was sitting near the front window sipping on a cup of tea while reading the latest issue of The Daily Prophet. Another middle-aged man was off in a corner eating a sandwich. Rosmerta shook her head.

"It's not a Hogsmeade weekend, unfortunately. Besides that, everyone's usually at work during this time of the day," she confessed. Harry guessed she wasn't earning very much profit from the pub alone. As nice as Hogsmeade was, it was still a small village out in the middle of nowhere, and the Hogsmeade weekends were few and far between. That coupled with the poor economy of the magical world, Harry wasn't going out on a limb when thinking she could use a little extra gold.

"I'm starting a new business producing cards with sexy girls on them …" Harry began explaining.

"I've heard," she smiled. "Last weekend, most of the girls and boys coming in here were talking about it. I think you've got a real moneymaker on your hands, Mr. Potter," she teased as she cleaned a glass mug with a rag.

"How would you feel about being on one?" Harry asked her with a small smile gracing his lips. Rosmerta tossed the rag back on the table.

"That depends on how much you're willing to pay," she countered.

"One hundred galleons upon completion of the photo shoot," he stated bluntly. That was the same amount he paid all the other girls, though they each had to do multiple photoshoots to earn their coin. He was planning to include Rosmerta only on the limited edition cards … the same as Bella. Rosmerta whistled in appreciation.

'With a hundred galleons, I could go visit my family in Germany this summer,' she thought to herself. "When can we start?" she eagerly asked. Harry chuckled at her response.

"How about ten tonight? I'll sneak out of school and bring over the contract and gold. You can sign the contract, and we can do the shoot," he told her.

"Sneaking out of school? You're quite the naughty boy, aren't you, Harry?" she smirked.

"I've done worse," he smirked back which made her laugh.

"I'll be waiting. Knock on the door at the back of the pub, and I'll let you in. Just don't get caught unless you're wanting a month in detention," she warned.

"I'll be careful," he promised.

Red Light District

"So what do you say … Do we have a deal?" Harry asked the twins. The meeting had gone well, and while there was some back and forth when it came to the initial investment, Harry wagered that they would be willing to accept. He was happy to say that he wasn't disappointed. Fred and George each stuck a hand out.

"Deal!" they said in unison. Harry reached out with both hands, crossed one over the other, and simultaneously shook both of their hands. They all had a laugh about that.

The deal with the Weasley twins was pretty straightforward. Upon signing the contract, Harry would hand over five hundred galleons in gold to them and create a bank account in the company's name, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes (which they had chosen years ago). He would transfer another twenty-five hundred galleons into that account. After their graduation, they would rent a shop in the family-friendly portion of Diagon Alley, and Harry would cover the rent for the first two years of operation. For all of that, Harry would get an even one-third share of the company.

He was somewhat surprised at how professional the twins had been. They even brought him some of the inventions they had already created to show how seriously they took this.

"I'll have my solicitor write up a contract for us to sign. It will probably take a week or so for it to arrive. In the meantime, start coming up with some ideas," Harry told them.

"We already have a notebook full of ideas," Fred told him.

"We just didn't have the funds to make them a reality," George added.

"You two are obviously very talented when it comes to creating new products. Have you guys thought about stuff for girls? You know … makeup … pimple remover … hair tonics …?" Harry asked, trying to push them in the same direction as before. "That alone could make us a lot of gold. Then there's the sex industry," Harry added. "There's so many things in that category that you two could make."

"We've thought about the stuff for girls, but we could barely afford to make the stuff we have. Now that we'll have funding, we can definitely create a line for young witches," George told him.

"How about calling the line of products, WonderWitch?" Harry tried to hide the small smirk threatening to form on his lips.

"WonderWitch, huh?" Fred said, rubbing his chin. "I like it! It's snappy!" George nodded in response.

"As for the sex stuff … We've never given it any real thought. We couldn't sell it in a shop with stuff for kids, you know?" George told him. Harry nodded in understanding.

"That's true, but I'm opening up a business in the Red Light District soon, and we can definitely sell it there," he informed them.

Fred blinked a few times, realizing the potential. "That has merit. We'll see what we can come up with."

"There's no rush on the sex products. My business probably won't be up and running for at least a couple of years, but it's something to plan for."

"So everything is set? All we have to do is wait for the contracts and sign?" George asked eagerly. They were clearly ready to get this show on the road.

"Yep," Harry happily stated. "I'll send my solicitor a letter first thing in the morning. Hopefully, it won't take very long to write it up."

"This is brilliant!" Fred stood up, too energetic to remain seated any longer. "We figured that we would have to get jobs and save for the next ten years before we were able to afford a shop."

"Well, worry not my fine-feathered cohorts. I see fame and fortune in our futures," Harry promised.

"That's good to hear, but we don't have feathers … Hmmgf!" George choked as Harry levitated a Canary Cream into his mouth. A second later, he changed into a large, redheaded canary. Fred laughed uproariously.

Chapter 22

"This room is amazing!" Hermione chirped as she ran around the Room of Requirement. Harry had pictured a library in his mind as he walked across the secret stretch of wall on the seventh floor. Since he didn't want McGonagall to think he was taking pictures of the girls in the school library, he made sure to picture a library that looked completely different.

"Yeah … It's pretty cool," Harry replied while fiddling with the camera. With the first task of the Triwizard Tournament coming up, Fleur was busy practicing and couldn't help out with Hermione's photoshoot. They had completed the first set the previous day, but Harry wanted something a bit more tailored to Hermione's personality for the Limited Edition set. "Unfortunately, the books aren't real," he said, bursting her bubble.

"They're not?" she asked, disappointed. Harry shook his head while flicking through the settings of the camera.

"Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, remember? Magic can't create knowledge from nothing," he reminded her. Hermione pulled a book from the shelf and flipped through it. All the pages were blank. She sighed and put the book back on the shelf before turning to him.

"That's not exactly how it's worded, but I understand what you mean," she told him. "It would've been cool, though," she muttered, looking at the hundreds of books longingly. Harry looked up and smiled at her.

"I suppose it would. You ready?" he asked. Hermione's cheeks turned pink from embarrassment.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she told him, which made him laugh.

"Hermione, we did a photoshoot yesterday, and you weren't that nervous."

"Yeah, I know … but these are going to be way more risque," she reminded him while nervously picking invisible lint from her school robe.

"Don't worry. You're going to do great," he promised. Hermione took a deep breath and removed her robe. Underneath her black robe was nothing but a teeny tiny pair of Gryffindor-colored panties. Her breasts were very perky and sat high on her chest. It was a damn shame they couldn't be included in the pictures, Harry thought to himself as he looked her over. Hermione sat down at the desk and removed her shoes and socks until only her panties remained. Her hair was done into a bun, giving her the sexy librarian look that Harry was going for. Hermione took another deep breath and looked at him.

"Alright … I'm ready."

Red Light District

"I like this one," Harry stated, holding up one of the photos for Hermione to see. Seeing the photo, she blushed madly and turned to him.

"Harry! You can see my anus!" she scolded him in a hushed but determined voice.

"No, you can't," he countered. "It's covered by the string."

He held the photo closer to his face to study it closely. Picture-Hermione had her naked chest pressed flat against the library floor while reading a copy of Hogwarts: A History (a real book that Harry made sure to pack) that was likewise lying on the ground. Her chin was resting on the top of her hands, and her ass was sticking up in the air with her knees spread wide apart. It looked as though she was about to get fucked doggystyle. With her knees spread so wide, her cheeks had also spread, giving them a good look at her panty-covered pussy and asshole. Harry could see the sides of her puffy, hairless lips, but her slit was covered, which was the important thing.

"Look! Right there!" she declared, poking her finger at the area of slightly darker skin. The actual hole was covered by her thin G-string, but he could clearly see the rim. Harry snorted.

"I know where your asshole is, Hermione. I've been there a thousand times," he joked. Hermione smacked his shoulder. "As you can see, the hole is covered … Or at least you would be able to see it if you weren't shaking your ass," he said, angling the picture a bit.

Picture-Hermione was wiggling her bottom at him, causing her pillowy cheeks to clap. The Hermione in the picture looked over her shoulder at him and winked before licking the pad of her finger and turning the page.

"Oh, Goddess!" Hermione cried out and covered her face, completely mortified by what her picture self was doing. Harry laughed and put the picture aside.

"That one's a keeper," he said, looking through the others. "What about this one?" Harry asked her, holding up another. Hermione sighed and removed her hands from her face. She took the picture from him and studied it.

"It's okay, I guess … You can see an awful lot of my breasts, though," she commented. Harry took the picture back and went over it again.

Hermione was sitting on top of the librarian's desk with one leg crossed over the other. Like the rest of her body, her legs looked incredibly soft and smooth. She had one arm wrapped around her chest, and her perky tits were spilling over the top. The fingers of her other hand were gently caressing the top of her thigh while she gave the camera a sultry look.

"The more, the merrier," Harry smiled and placed it in the keep-pile. The next picture was very erotic. Hermione was on top of the desk again, but this time, she was flat on her back with her legs up in the air. Her slim ankles were crossed and angled to the side so that he could still see her beautiful face. One breast was hidden behind her legs, while the nipple of her exposed breast was covered by two of her fingers. Other than that, he could see her entire breast. Her perfectly smooth thighs were pressed tightly together, and the crotch of her panties was stretched tightly over her pussy. Harry could see the exact shape of her little cunt. He could see the puffiness of her lips, and the slight crevice in the material gave a hint of her womanly slit.

"This one will make all the boys cum in their trousers," Harry teased, showing her the picture. Hermione looked at it for a moment before picture-Hermione bent her knees and showed off her cute little feet.

"Heavens to Betsy," she gasped with wide eyes. Picture-Hermione giggled and blew her a kiss. Harry snatched it away and placed it in the keep-pile.

"So, what are you going to do with the gold you just earned?" Harry asked, trying to take her mind off all the lewdness before her brain exploded.

"Umm … I'm not sure. There's a new book that does a deep dive into the advanced mechanics of Arithmancy. I also saw that the bookstore here in Hogsmeade got a few Golden Owl feather quills. They're very fancy and probably too expensive, but I really, really want one. I also want to get some of the ink that you use. It's way better than the cheap stuff that I've been using. Then there's this beautiful bookbag that I saw. It's dragonhide, so it's obviously pricey, but I think it's worth the money. Dragonhide tends to last much longer than normal leather, so in the long run …" Hermione continued chirping away while Harry flipped through her photos and chose the ones he liked.

Red Light District

The following day was a Hogsmeade weekend for all, and as Harry and Fleur walked side by side, he could see a lot of excited girls who were suddenly flush with cash. Most of the girls had been photographed already, and the hundred galleons that he had paid each of them were clearly burning a hole in their pockets. They were excitedly skipping from shop to shop while lugging bloated bags full of their purchases. The dress shop looked particularly full, which wasn't surprising to him. With the Yule Ball a little more than a month away, a fancy new dress was probably first on their list of potential purchases.

Of course, the boys looked a bit sour since they had to rely on whatever allowances their parents had sent them. Their shopping bags were much smaller and, in many cases, nonexistent. Harry chuckled happily as they glumly watched their crushes laugh and squeal while showing each other exactly what they had bought. His attention was grabbed when Fleur threaded her fingers through his and held his hand while they walked. This was something she had recently begun doing. He wasn't about to complain, though. Who didn't like a gorgeous girl holding their hand?

"Where is 'Ermione?" Fleur asked him, walking so close that their sides were constantly bumping together. "I thought that she would be 'ere with us today." Harry shook his head.

"She'll meet us later. Right now, she's probably in the bookstore with her friend, Padma Patil. Those two really love their books," Harry explained. He could easily imagine the book-loving pair jabbering away as they pawed through the shop's newest selections. The thought of it made him feel warm inside, and he promised himself that he would provide Hermione with the best life possible. This thought reminded him that Voldemort was still out there and that no one was safe, including her. That needed to be taken care of, and he decided to make it even more of a priority than it already was. The person from his former life who wasn't giving him warm vibes was Ron.

Ron and Neville were walking down the lane in their direction. At Neville's other side was Lavender Brown, who had her arms wrapped around one of his. She was probably fishing for an invitation to the Yule Ball, Harry thought. As a School Champion, the limelight would be on Neville and, of course, his date. From the rumors he heard, there were more than a few girls hoping that the Boy Who Lived would ask them to the ball. On his other side was Ron, who looked miserable. He would occasionally look over at the busty blonde with an equal mixture of desire and contempt. Harry couldn't understand what was up with him. They were in a world full of gorgeous girls who were super horny all the time! It was paradise … if you didn't count the Dark Lord, who wanted to kill them all. As they got closer, Neville looked at him and Fleur and nodded.

"Hey, Harry … Fleur," he greeted them. Lavender smiled prettily at him, and her cheeks flushed pink. However, it may have been the chilly wind and not a spike in arousal that made her cheeks turn pink.

"Hi, Harry," she said, batting her eyes at him while completely ignoring Fleur. Harry doubted that Fleur cared even one bit about the snub.

"Hey, Neville," he greeted him back while Fleur simply nodded. Half of her lovely face was buried underneath a thick scarf that she had stolen from him. "Hi, Lav. I'm surprised Parvati's not with you. You two are usually joined at the hip," he commented. Harry couldn't count the number of threesomes he had had with the two best friends. Lavender deep blue eyes reflected what little sunshine that was breaking through the overcast sky. He had to admit, she was quite pretty.

"Parvati is on a date. They're over at Madam Puddifoot's if you want to stop by and say hi," she informed him, pointing at the ugly shop. Harry looked over at the tacky, pink tea shop and shook his head.

"Maybe some other time," he lied. He hoped never to step foot in that place again. It was ugly enough from the outside, and it reminded him of that toad, Umbridge.

"So what have you guys been doing?" he asked Neville while Ron shot him an annoyed look. Neville held up a brown paper shopping bag and jiggled it.

"We hit the sweet shop and Zonko's," Neville told him, showing off his wares. "I hear that Zonko's is going to have a bit of competition soon. Ron's brothers told us that you've gone into business together."

"Yep! We signed the contracts this morning. They're probably at the apothecary ordering ingredients right now." Neville nodded.

"We just saw them. They were lugging an industrial-sized cauldron back to the school," he snorted in amusement. "They looked pretty excited."

"They're brilliant at inventing stuff. We're cooking up some big plans for their shop." Fleur shivered from the cold and hugged Harry's arm.

Ron's face was already red with anger at being reminded that his traitor brothers had gone into business with the enemy, but now he was forced to stand there and watch as Potter traipsed around with a Veela. He would have punched the git if he wasn't afraid of the consequences. His face was still tender from getting burned by Potter. Even so, he couldn't help but stare at Fleur longingly. The way her blue eyes glistened in the light … The way wisps of her silvery blonde hair danced in the breeze … The smoothness of her flawless, porcelain skin … Ron was mesmerized by her captivating beauty.

"By the way, where's Hermione? We've been looking for her," Neville asked, looking around the crowded village.

"Check the bookstore. She's likely buried under a pile of books by now," Harry joked.

Fleur's sneer was hidden by the scarf that was wrapped over her mouth and nose. She really disliked the cold. The gangly redhead was staring at her again. She had often seen him staring at her during meal times. One time, his mouth was hanging open, and half-chewed food fell out and landed on his plate. He was so enraptured by her that he didn't notice when he scooped it back up with his spoon and shoveled it into his mouth. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting into her Bouillabaisse. The boy would often follow her from a distance, and she could feel his eyes on her ass the whole time. She wanted to teach the insolent little boy some manners, but thought better of it. She was a guest here, and she represented Beauxbatons as their Champion. It would have been bad form to slap him upside the head. Still, the thought was tempting.

A glob of drool dripped out of the corner of his mouth and rolled down his chin, and Fleur watched on, completely repulsed. His eyes were beginning to glaze over, a telltale sign that he was being affected by her Allure. A smirk formed on her pretty face, hidden by the scarf. Closing her eyes, she focused her Allure directly at him and blasted him full force.

"Alright, thanks, Harry," Neville said as he turned to leave. He noticed that Ron wasn't moving. "Ron? … Mate?" he called out. All four of them looked at Ron. Neville saw that he was staring at Fleur, and his body was trembling badly. 'Was it from the cold?' Neville asked himself. Then Ron's hand came up slowly … like a zombie. He was reaching for Fleur. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back a step.

"Uhh," Ron grunted as he lurched forward for a second. "Uhhhg!" he slurred and shuddered again. "Oh!" he cried out, grabbing his crotch. Both Lavender and Fleur cried out in revulsion as Ron's eyes rolled around in his head while his body spasmed. He hunched over, massaging his groin through his trousers.

"Ron! What the hell are you doing?" Neville asked angrily at the sight of his friend touching himself in public.

"I think he soiled himself," Harry commented as he pulled Fleur behind him. Fleur peeked over his shoulder, hiding the look of delight on her face as the nasty boy came in his trousers. Fleur cut off the Allure, and Ron's face cleared slightly.

"More like creamed himself … Gross!" Lavender added, looking at Ron like he was a pimple on Prom Night. She, too, was hiding behind Neville while peeking around his shoulder.

"Uhhhhh," Ron gasped with a shuddering breath before shaking his head and ridding himself of the last of her Allure's effect. He looked up and saw everyone looking at him with disgust.

"What are you …?" he began, but stopped when he felt something warm and gooey rolling down the inside of his thigh. "Umm … I uh … I need to go!" he said in a panic. They watched him run off in the direction of the castle. Neville shook his head.

"I guess … Sorry about that. I don't know what his problem is," he apologized, confused as to what had just happened.

"No worries, mate. Fleur tends to have that effect on men," Harry joked while Fleur playfully smacked his arm. Neville snorted.

"I suppose … Anyway, I'm going to go and try to find Hermione. I'll see you later," he told them. They said their farewells, and Harry watched him go before turning to Fleur.

"That wasn't very nice," he said with a knowing smile.

"What? I did not do anything," Fleur countered, still hiding her smile.

"I'd know the feeling of your Allure from a mile away, let alone right next to me," he told her, walking her to the Three Broomsticks with his hand still wrapped around her slim waist. Fleur gave up and told the truth.

" 'E 'ad it coming. 'E is always staring at me and being very creepy … so I decided to teach 'im a lesson," she confessed in a haughty way, not being sorry at all. Harry chortled with laughter.

"Yes, I suppose he did deserve it. The next time he creeps you out, let me know, and I'll handle it … Alright?" Harry insisted. Fleur tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder. He felt her nod against him. Harry kissed the top of her head. "Good. Let's go get some hot chocolate," he suggested, which perked her right up.

Red Light District

Later that night, Harry snuck out of the castle and apparated to Marvolo Gaunt's shack. Having never been there personally, he had to use the memory that Dumbledore had shown him in the Pensieve. Appearing a fair distance away, Harry immediately began testing for any types of traps and alarms. After half an hour of diligent searching, he found nothing. This didn't surprise him in the least. Voldemort was trying to keep the locket hidden, and adding a bunch of powerful wards to this dilapidated shack was like putting a bullseye on it. Going up to the door, he lightly pushed it, but it wouldn't open. The wood had swelled from rain and moisture over the years and was jammed in the door frame. Putting his shoulder to it, it took three hard shoves using his body weight before the door burst open, nearly sending him sprawling to the ground. Before going any further, he tested for magic again. The only magic he found was in a small spot in the back corner of the room. The levels were low, telling him that it wasn't any kind of Charm or magical trap. Creating light from the tip of his wand, Harry slowly walked over to the offending spot, ducking under several large cobwebs. Reaching the correct spot, Harry looked down at the floorboards. An image of Dumbledore's black and withered hand came to mind, so Harry quickly pulled out the dragonhide gloves that he used for Herbology. Placing his wand between his teeth, Harry slipped the gloves on before taking his wand back in hand.

He pointed his wand at the floorboard and weakly summoned them. The old boards groaned as they bowed. Harry added a bit more power, and they suddenly cracked. Setting his wand on the ground, Harry used his hands to pry the broken boards apart. Grabbing his wand, he aimed the light into the break. The rotting boards had been covering a small hole hidden beneath. At the bottom of the hole was an emerald green, folded silk handkerchief, and sitting on top was a golden ring inset with a black stone. Harry knelt down and plucked the ring from its silk bed. Holding it up to the light, he could see a triangle, a circle, and a vertical line scratched into the surface of the stone. It was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows …

Happy that he now had another Horcrux in his possession, Harry quickly flicked his wand at the broken floorboards and fixed them with a bit of magic. He pulled out an otherwise empty dragonhide money pouch and dropped the ring into it. Securely closing it, he stuffed it into his pocket and left the old shack.

Red Light District

"You're getting pretty good," Hannah complimented his dancing skills as she sat on his bed and watched. Susan's arms were over his shoulders, with her fingers threaded together behind his neck. Harry's hands were resting on Susan's wide hips. Susan was wearing a camisole that was at least a size too small, a pair of G-string panties, black, strappy heels, and nothing else. Hannah wasn't wearing anything at all. She was sitting cross-legged on top of his bed, and when he looked over at her, he could see her hairless slit from between her open legs. Her hands were on her knees, and he was glad to see that she was doing nothing to hide her nakedness from him. Her nipples were hard and protruding from her pink areolas like they were just waiting to be sucked on. Turned on by her casual display of nudity, Harry's hands moved from Susan's hips, and he cupped her big bum. "Though I'm not sure if it's proper form to grope your date on the dance floor," she added with a giggle.

"I wouldn't mind," Susan joked, which made Hannah giggle harder. Harry kissed the side of her neck, which made her eyes flutter. One of his hands crept between her cheeks, and his fingers rubbed her thong-covered asshole. Susan moaned into his ear, her warm, pleasant breath washing over him. When the song finally ended, their movements stopped, and Susan took the opportunity to pull him in for a kiss. Harry eagerly accepted her tongue into his mouth while his hands were busy exploring her thick ass. He was so into the kiss that he didn't notice Hannah moving until she was tugging his trousers and boxers down. Harry broke the kiss and looked down. Hannah was on her knees with his hard cock in her hand. She looked up at him with innocent eyes while she sucked on his head like a lollipop.

"You haven't fucked my ass in almost a week," Hannah whined as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. Susan's arms crossed over her abdomen, and she grabbed the bottom of her shirt. The thin shirt rose up her belly until her big breasts spilled out of the bottom. She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it away. Susan stood there with magnificently perky breasts that were capped with hard, swollen nipples. She grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on one of her lovely tits. Harry wasted no time in groping it.

"And you haven't cummed on my tits since Tuesday," she also complained while he pinched and pulled the crinkled tip of her nipple.

"Sorry, Ladies, but I've been a bit busy. I'll try to keep a better schedule," he promised while moaning. Hannah had begun properly sucking him off. Harry grabbed the hair on the back of her head and began thrusting into her mouth and fucking her throat. As Hannah gagged, Susan turned her back on him and walked to the bed. Before getting on, she slid her panties down her thick, smooth thighs and kicked them off with her heeled foot. She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Her pink little pussy was soaking wet. He could smell the heady scent of her arousal from where he was.

"Be sure that you do," she moaned, rubbing her throbbing, pink clit while watching Hannah getting her throat fucked.