The following morning, the Great Hall was full of so much energy that it seemed liable to burst. Harry sat at the Gryffindor Table, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hands. His food was untouched. It seemed like everyone, from every corner of the room, was shooting glances in his direction.
Harry paid it no mind. He kept his eyes on the paper, scanning an absolutely heartbreaking article about a Ministry official, her Muggle lover, and a suicide pact. The Muggle's identity was even disclosed: Vernon Dursley, uncle to the Boy Who Lived.
"Good morning, Harry," Hermione said, arriving at the table. She looked around the room. "It seems awfully noisy down here."
A group of younger girls drifted down the Gryffindor table looking for a seat. When they saw Harry, they looked at each other, giggled, and hurried by even quicker. Hermione looked bemused.
"Something's definitely off," she said. Her attention turned to the Prophet copy in his hands, reading it over his shoulder. As her eyes got lower, her mouth dropped open, and she covered it with both hands.
"Oh, Harry!" She said. "I'm so sorry!"
"Huh?" Harry looked down at the paper in his hands, then back up at her. "Oh, right! The loss has been absolutely devastating. He was my only uncle, after all…"
Harry wiped away a tear that didn't exist. But it was the thought that counted.
Hermione took the paper from his hands, reading it more carefully. "How could something like this happen? I had no idea the wizarding world could be this judgemental. A suicide pact… and it was all because of the media in the first place. I can't believe Witch Weekly would publish something like that!"
"I know, right!" Across the table from them, Ginny sprinted seat so fast that her hands banged on the table. She had an enormous dreamy grin on her face as she leaned across the table.
"It's incredible!" she said. "I mean, not that I've seen it, of course! But I've heard great things. Wonderful things. Amazing things. Just about the poses, nothing else! Well, and the outfits… or y'know, the lack of them."
She was almost drooling as she looked at Harry, enough that she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, although she tried to make it look casual.
"Ginny, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
Ginny looked at her strangely. "What were you talking about, Hermione?"
"The gossip article that made Harry's poor uncle and his lover commit suicide!"
"Oh." Ginny's mouth formed an 'O' to match the word. "That's not… I can't believe you haven't heard. I was talking about—"
"Haaaaaaarry!" someone squealed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Lavender and Fleur arrived at the table at the same time, forming what was likely the most buxom blond duo Hogwarts had ever seen. Lavender slammed something down on the table, then lifted her hand. It was a copy of Witch Weekly, one with Harry on the cover… with nothing on. Hermione's eyes bulged when she saw it, while Ginny blushed brightly, pretending she wasn't looking.
"This is my favorite magazine!" Lavender gushed. "Did you get to meet the editor? Oh, why didn't you bring me along? I would've posed with you! Or I could've given your goods a nice sleek shine to get them ready…"
Harry shrugged, treating the blatant flirting as an honest question. "It was all spur of the moment."
Felix Felicis didn't come cheap. He'd been truthful when he told Su that she'd soon know how he earned the money for it. In the whole wizarding world, only a handful of businesses were as profitable as Witch Weekly. And when the Boy Who Lived comes to you offering a photoshoot that holds nothing back, he gets to name his price.
Given how many copies Harry could see in circulation around the room, they might just make a profit off the deal. Which was saying something, considering how many Galleons entered his possession in a hurry.
Hermione picked up the magazine, still looking quite stunned, and began flipping through the pages. There was Harry holding a snitch, a broom blocking his crotch. And there he was dueling a fake Voldemort (while wearing nothing, of course). They even had him posing on a fake version of his dormitory bed.
"His bum looks rock solid in that one," Ginny said, forgetting to pretend that she hadn't studied the photos at length. "I bet it feels as hard as steel!"
"It's softer than you'd expect, actually," Hermione said, flipping to a new page.
Her eyes continued darting over the photos until she realized that everyone else had gone quiet. All of them, with the exception of Harry, were staring at her.
"Even you…?" Ginny said, her eyes wide.
"I knew you two were like that!" Lavender said victoriously.
Fleur looked around at them all. "Is this news? When I saw he had such a cute little friend always at his side, I immediately assumed he claimed her body every night."
"It's not… We're not…" Hermione was a bright red. "It was only once! Or twice! Or… Or maybe three times…"
She looked down. Fleur, however, shook her head.
"You brits are so silly," she said. "Why would you be embarrassed about a little bit of sex? Harry knows that he can creampie my pussy anytime he likes—"
"Fleur, it's breakfast time," Harry said, shooting looks at some of the younger students in the vicinity. "Let's save any talk about dessert for later."
He gave her a look, and Fleur reluctantly went quiet, making a "Humph!" noise as she crossed her arms under her bust.
"It might be a little early for more talk like this, but you've got a client coming your way," Lavender warned.
Harry perked up. "Another one?"
Luna had been referred for his special services already, but Lavender had been adhering to his request to be selective remarkably well so far.
"That's only the second one total," he said.
"And the third and fourth," Lavender said, looking amused. "You'll see what I mean. I think your photoshoot is causing ripples faster than you expected—"
"Potter!" demanded an obnoxious voice. "Having fun over here, are you? We'll see how long that lasts!"
Harry turned to find Draco Malfoy there, his whole posse behind him— Crabbe and Goyle standing menacingly, Pansy attempting to covertly sneak glances at the Witch Weekly copy in Hermione's hands. Draco looked smugger than Harry had seen him since the start of the school year. His eyes lecherously roved the beauties around Harry, leading to Lavender putting her arms over her bust and Fleur flipping him off with a long slender finger.
"Pay them to spend some time around you, did you Potter?" Draco asked.
"Your father must know all about paying women for company," Harry drawled. "Come to think of it, your mother would too. She's usually the one accepting money from men, though."
Something really was up, because Draco didn't immediately turn into a blithering mess the moment his family was insulted the way he usually did. He actually smirked.
"Keep talking, Potter," he said. "We'll see how long that lasts. You sure thought it was funny to see me getting the cold shoulder. Now that it's your turn, I can't wait to watch your arrogance crumble! Isn't that right?"
"Yeah!" grunted Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco turned to Pansy, expecting her to agree as well, but she'd gotten distracted. Abandoning any attempt to be covert, she had crept up behind Hermione, admiring the photoshoot over her shoulder.
"Er, that's absolutely right, Draco!" Pansy said when she realized he was waiting for something. She immediately turned back to the magazine, but that didn't stop Draco from looking proud.
"Wait," Lavender said, "do you think people made fun of you just because they saw you naked?"
"Of course," Draco said. "My mother told me so. It's inappropriate to have one's nude body become common knowledge, so girls started avoiding me. And now, it's Harry's turn!"
He cackled, but the ones sitting in front of him exchanged almost pitying looks.
"So Draco," Lavender said, "you really don't see anything different between this—" She gestured with her hand toward the nude photographs of Harry's ripped, hung body. "—and the photographs of you?"
"None that matter," Draco said. "Look! They're already laughing at you!"
He pointed to a trio of Ravenclaw seventh years who were giggling and looking in Harry's direction. When they saw him looking back, all three of them put a fist to their mouth, as if they were going to cough, and used their tongues to bulge out a cheek. They walked away, swaying their hips.
"They hate you," Draco told Harry with a smile.
At first, it had been fun dunking endlessly on the Slytherin. But over time, it was losing its charm. It was just too easy.
"Sure, Draco," Harry said.
Somehow, that was more demeaning than any insult he could've thought up.
There was a swish of robes and a flash of green as another Slytherin arrived. Draco looked over and beamed.
"Astoria!" he said. "Come over to mock the Boy Who Stripped as well? Great timing, I was just finishing—"
The newcomer roughly pushed him out of the way with two hands, not even looking as he tumbled to the ground.
"Harry Potter," she said. "Your services are required."
Her tone was even more imperious than Draco on his worst day. She had dark brown hair and a beautiful, aristocratic face. She crossed her arms, and despite having a fairly small figure, stood with a very large presence. Lavender leaned across the table.
"This is the main client," she whispered.
Harry looked back, eyeing Astoria Greengrass in a new way. He stood up, straightening his robes, and said, "Sounds like we have business to discuss."
"But not here," Astoria said.
Harry gestured toward the door. "Lead on, then."
He left the room side by side with the most attractive Slytherin from her year, leaving poor Draco looking upset and confused on the floor. Crabbe and Goyle just looked confused. Pansy took advantage of the seat Harry left, sitting down beside Hermione. The two of them set aside years of animosity for the chance to look at these photos together.
"I'll be back later!" Harry shouted over to him. He glanced at Astoria. "How much later… I don't know! So don't wait up."
O-O-O
Astoria took him down to the dungeons. She didn't speak, so Harry was content to wait, curious about where this was going. Ultimately, she led him to a room that looked nondescript from the outside, but was surprisingly cozy on the inside. It had a bed with sheets, pillows, and a comfy mattress. Harry sat down on it, patting the edges.
"Did you transfigure this?" he asked. "That's skilled magic."
Astoria barely inclined her head to acknowledge the compliment. "Wait here."
She left the room, arriving back just minutes later. When she reentered, she wasn't alone.
Two girls trailed behind her, Astoria pulling them along by the hand. Harry's eyebrows climbed. They were identical, with mousy cute features and brown hair a few shades lighter than Astoria's. Harry hadn't paid much attention to the Carrow twins since his first life when they were members of the Slug Club together. The twins were certainly attractive, though, their identical nature adding a bit of spice.
"Disrobe," Astoria commanded.
"Only if you say please," Harry said cheekily.
He misunderstood, though. She hadn't been talking to him from the start. Flora and Hestia Carrow looked at each other, then allowed their robes to slide off. Underneath were matching sets of elaborate green lingerie full of straps and lace. Astoria crossed her arms, and the twins approached Harry, dropping onto the bed on either side of him. Without another command, they stuck their arms around him and pressed their mouths to his neck, biting and sucking.
Harry put a hand on their chests and pushed them away, leaving them looking surprised, their tongues sticking out.
"I know I don't put a lot of rules on my lessons, but generally, the person who hires me is the one who takes her clothes off," Harry said.
"Out of the question," Astoria said. "For now."
"That's pretty pushy coming from the one who came to m."
Astoria observed him. When Harry didn't back down, she sighed, relaxing her posture slightly.
"I'm not in a position to sleep with a man at the moment," she said. "There are… extenuating circumstances. My first time must be at a specific place and juncture, and I have to choose very carefully. I don't expect you to understand, so just know that this is a trial run of sorts. Show me what you've got, and I'll decide whether to continue our involvement with each other."
"And these two?" Harry asked, looking at the Carrow twins on either side of him, who blushed brightly.
"Them?" Astoria said dismissively. "They were up extremely late in our dorm last night, enjoying your new photoshoot with very audible excitement. I informed them this morning that I could give them a chance with the real thing. You won't turn me into a liar, will you, Harry Potter?"
Harry looked at the blushing girls on either side of him.
"No," he said, "that's good enough."
He'd been worried that they were being blackmailed or forced into it somehow. But no, they were just able young witches with very active sex drives, hot and bothered because of his prior stunts. He'd be remiss not to help them let off some of that steam now.
He shrugged off the top of his robes, letting them slide away, then got the twins' help to lift his shirt off. It slid over his head easily, although the girls' fingers shook as they did it. When they saw his muscled torso, they jumped to get their mouths on him again.
Hestia went back to sucking on his neck, but before Flora could do the same, Harry caught her with his thumb on her chin. Her eyes bulged as he kissed her, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth. His other hand groped her small breasts through her sheer bra while her sister kissed and suckled on his muscles. After thirty seconds, Harry switched, allowing Flora to worship his muscles while pinning his lips to her sister's. After switching a few more times, strands of spit were left trailing from Harry's lip in either direction, connecting them to the girls.
While all of this was going on, Astoria settled in. She sat herself down in a chair, pulling out a notebook and quill. Watching the three in front of her, she started taking notes with a critical look in her eyes.
Harry quit his kissing entirely when Hestia got excited, opening up his pants. Both the sisters bent down as soon as his cock sprung out, staring at it with wide-eyed enthusiasm.
"You can touch it," Harry reminded them jokingly.
The girls reached out, poking it with their finger tips. After they slid their fingers along it, they got brave, moving on to using their tongues. Not only were their faces identical, their head movements were as well, bobbing up and down at the exact same tempo. Astoria added another note to the book in front of her.
"How am I doing so far?" Harry asked. "See anything promising?"
Astoria looked up at him. "Nothing I haven't seen before," she said mildly.
"I guess I should start getting my tricks out, then," Harry said.
He gestured upwards with his fingers. The Carrow twins floated into the air, separating from his cock against their will. They stretched their tongues out desperately as they were pulled away, trying to get one more taste.
Harry left them floating in the air as he stood up. Circling the bed, he walked around to the other side of it, placing himself behind them. With another gesture, the girls corkscrewed so that their backs were facing the bed. The silent levitation charm canceled, dropping them down as Harry placed himself between them.
He grabbed their crotches, feeling their puffy lips through the panties that covered them. He grinded his fingers down and both girls moaned. Just as they thought the pleasure couldn't get more intense, their panties vanished.
Literally Vanished— as in, the opposite of Conjuration. Astoria Greengrass leaned forward in her chair. The Carrows thrashed, feeling Harry's fingers sliding inside of them. He smirked. Not at them, but at the one who was apparently his judge for the day.
"How about now?" he asked. "Still nothing you haven't seen before?"
"I'm… observing one or two extra phenomena," Astoria said.
Harry's fingers moved almost perfectly, a result of all the experience he'd wracked up over his multiple lives. Rather than the way the Carrows squealed and arched their backs, Astoria's attention had been captured by his show of magic. The power it took to wield magic so effortlessly hadn't gone unnoticed… and nothing aroused Slytherins like a show of power.
Harry was reaching back to finger the twins, sitting on his knees in between them. They both leaned over — still mewling from the feeling of his fingers in their folds — and put their lips back on his cock. They couldn't quite get their mouths to his tip, no matter how hard they stretched, but they were content to lick what they could reach.
"It's no good to rush straight to the main event with sex," Harry said, still looking straight at Astoria. You've got to take your time and enjoy the different parts. I understand that very well."
His fingers brushed somewhere inside Hestia that made her voice rise in volume. Harry gambled on the twin aspect and targeted the same place again— inside both girls. His fingers hit their g-spots, rubbing fiercely, only to pull out of their pussies immediately after. With identical wails, the girls squirted clear streams from their snatches until their bodies were left twitching.
Harry shot Astoria a wink, who tried very hard not to notice, focusing furiously on writing something down. The first hints of a blush had appeared on her cheeks.
The twins were on their backs seeing stars, but their tongues were still moving, lapping listlessly at Harry's meat, almost as if addicted to his taste. Harry hauled them into a new position, this time using nothing but his natural strength. Magic was good for a statement, but there was something to be said for good old fashioned manhandling.
He flipped the Carrows onto their knees, raising their cute little butts up for him. Despite a lack of experience, they could tell what he wanted, doing their best to arch their backs. Their efforts were cute, even if they were clearly light years off of the likes of Fleur and Lavender when it came to this kind of stuff.
Harry reached out, groping their bums appreciatively, each twin getting one hand. He slid his fingers down far enough to feel where the wetness began, judging if their pussy were ready. He liked what he found.
Harry had lost track of which twin was on which side, so he couldn't say who got to go first. He just knew that he thrusted into the one on the right while, at the same time, digging three whole fingers into her sister. The one being stretched by his cock moaned a little louder, but not by much.
"If this is supposed to be a test for me, what qualifies as a passing grade?" Harry asked.
Astoria didn't answer, staring at the face of the twin he was doggystyling. Harry couldn't see her face, so out of curiosity, he fishooked her mouth with two fingers, angling it up. Her green eyes looked almost drunk while wanton moans continuously leaked from her mouth. Harry could see why Astoria was so distracted. That was hot.
He'd asked a question, though, and he was genuinely curious about the answer, so he relaxed his fingers and allowed the Carrow's chin to sink back to the bed.
"Earth to Astoria," he said.
The Greengrass girl jumped. She attempted to summon back her composed air, but failed for the most part. It's hard to look regal when you're rubbing your thighs against each other from pure horniness.
"You have to prove that you're a high enough quality man," she said.
"Vague," Harry said as the Carrow underneath him squealed and orgasmed. "So I just have to impress you?"
"It's more than that!" Astoria said. "You have to prove that you're without equal! To the point that if you had to compete against someone else, there's no choice you'd come away lacking!"
Harry's partner couldn't handle it anymore. After two harsh orgasms she fell forward, gasping to get her breath back. Rather than push a struggling girl too far, Harry pulled his fingers out of her sister and seamlessly swapped over. His new partner moaned with utter satisfaction at her first taste of his dick— the dick she and her sister spent the whole previous night lusting over.
"Who would ever hold a competition like that?" Harry asked, trying to make sense of what Astoria was saying.
"If… If you want to find out then…" Astoria gulped, struggling to finish her sentence as she watched her hired help get fucked silly. "... Then you just have to impress me!"
Harry nearly pointed out that if she was struggling to talk and was unable to meet his eyes, this was surely enough. He was a gentleman, though. When a beauty invites you to absolutely ruin two others for the sake of her approval, you do it.
It's really as simple as that.
The other twin was just beginning to recover and struggle up. So Harry did the obvious thing (to him) and spun over the one beneath him. She looked up at him, pleasure across her face, up until Harry blocked his view by grabbing her sister. He put one twin on top of the other, stacking their pussies. Then he started to fuck for real.
It wasn't that he'd been holding back before. Harry didn't enjoy the feeling of failing, so as soon as it became clear that this was some kind of test, he'd been determined to pass. However, there was trying, and then there was really giving it your all. At the moment, Harry had more sexual stamina than ever before. Pushing yourself to keep up with a magically-enhanced nymphomaniac (Fleur) and regular old nymphomaniacs (Lavender, Su, etc.) had pushed him to his limits… and beyond them. He actually amazed himself sometimes with the things he'd learned he could do.
Like keep going in bed for hours.
Harry fucked one twin. When she couldn't take any more, he would switch to the other. They wrapped each other in a sisterly hug, clinging on for support. Their crotches became sopping messes, juices from endless orgasms dripping onto the sheets. Eventually, even their moans got quiet, their vocal chords growing hoarse.
If there'd been any windows so deep in the castle, they could have watched the sun travel through the sky from the time when they started to the time that they finished. Harry fucked the Carrows from late morning to mid-afternoon. Astoria held out for an impressive amount of time before jamming a hand down her pants. But by the end, her fingers were moving rapidly in and out of herself.
Harry took a deep gasping breath, pulling out and dumping his load across the back of the twin on top. It joined older cum splatters spaced across her body. Harry sighed, stretched, and looked down at his manhood, which was finally drooping.
"Sorry, girls," he said. "I can sometimes hold out for longer, but that's all I've got today."
The Carrows said nothing, already unconscious. He chuckled.
"How was that?" he asked.
His irreverent tone made Astoria glare, but any scathing remark she might have offered was cut off by a muted moan. She came on her fingers, chewing her lip to keep her reaction slightly muted.
"You pass," she whispered.
"What was that? I almost didn't hear you. Did you say—"
"You pass!" Astoria shouted. "I'll be in touch. Know that when I hire you again, should you be successful, you'll be rewarded in ways you can scarcely imagine. Look forward to it."
They were the words of a self-assured pureblooded lady. The effect was promptly ruined as she stood up and hobbled bowlegged out of the room, her abandoned notes clutched in glistening fingers.
Harry had to admit, he was curious. What was this strange competition he'd proven himself fit for?
As with most things, only time would tell.
But it certainly sounded fun.