Chapter 13
The girls walked into their Magical Sexuality class expecting another regular day, but they were surprised to see that their normal-looking classroom had been transformed into what appeared to be a miniature strip club. The room was darker and a bit smoky, and the only light was shining on a lone stripper pole positioned at the head of the class. Their desks were gone, replaced by simple chairs lined up in rows at the back of the class. Not really knowing what to expect, they did as they always did. They shrugged off their school robes and hung them up on the wall hooks. Instead of going completely naked, the girls came to a silent understanding that they would keep their bras and panties on until they were told otherwise.
As they were finding their seats, they heard the door to the teacher's room open up. Looking up, they saw their boy toy, Harry, standing there nude with Professor Lestrange standing behind him. Her hands were gently stroking the length of his arms without her even noticing. Most noticed that she did that often. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him whenever he was within touching distance.
"I'm sure all of you have noticed the change in our classroom?" she asked as her arms snaked around Harry's midsection. Her fingers were dancing across his rippled abdomen. All of the girls nodded in response to her question. "There, of course, is a reason for that," she told them.
Bella's hand moved down his belly and over his hairless pubic region. They couldn't help but stare as her hand encircled his girth. More than one pussy became wet as they noticed that her fingertips didn't touch. It reminded them of just how big Harry was, and that, of course, reminded them of just how good it felt to have him inside of them. The Professor's hand gripped the base of his shaft and slowly began to move up and down. They watched as she worked him with long, sensual strokes. Many of the girls wished that they were in her place right then.
"Today we will be having a lesson on stripping," she stated happily. A lot of the girls instantly became nervous. Very few had ever been taught anything about stripping or even sensual dancing. Still, they gave her their full attention. She smiled at them and continued. "And to help with this lesson, may I introduce my sister, Narcissa Malfoy …" she stated. Again, the door opened, and a beautiful, blonde woman walked out.
Narcissa Malfoy, like the rest of the girls, was in her underwear. Her bra looked closer to a bikini top, and her panties were little more than a string with two tiny triangles attached. The front triangle didn't even cover the entirety of her wonderfully smooth mound. The back triangle and string were hidden somewhere between her tight, shapely cheeks. As she walked in, they could see her ass cheeks jiggling with every click of her high heels. Harry was led by his cock over to the velvet lounge seat that looked more like a long couch. From there, Harry had the perfect view of the stripper pole. As they sat down, Bella kept her hand on his cock. They had to admit, she looked quite fetching with her white blouse halfway open, and her tits practically falling out. Her black skirt was so short that when she crossed her legs, they were sure that Harry could see the front of her panties when he looked at her lap. Harry placed his arm along the top of the seat and allowed Bella to snuggle into his side. Her hand was still wrapped around his shaft, and she was massaging the tip of his cock with the pad of her thumb. Harry was slightly squirming, and he placed his hand on her thigh. Hermione was watching him closely, her pussy getting wet. She wondered if she could talk him into staying with her that night.
"Hello, class," Narcissa chirped in her elegant voice. "As my sister has said, I am Narcissa Malfoy, and I'll be your teacher when it comes to stripping and lap dances," she told them, standing proud and confident.
Though no one could see it on her face, she was actually quite excited to be teaching that day. It had been years since she last took the stage. Narcissa could still remember the thrill she felt when walking on stage. She could practically hear the lascivious shouts of a hundred horny men catcalling and begging for her attention. She could almost feel the rhythmic thump of the bass as the music started up. Narcissa longed for the power she held back then. She longed for the days when men would empty their bank accounts just to ply her with expensive gifts. Sadly, those days were long gone, and all she could do was try and enjoy the life of luxury that she had earned. Still, she was here and hoped to have a bit of fun at least.
"Without sounding too full of myself, I was considered the best stripper in the country while I was a working girl. Men and women would come from all over just to watch me perform," she smirked as she walked up to the pole. Her fingers grazed the cold metal as she walked around it. "I will attempt to impart some of my skills upon you. I must warn you, however. It takes dedication, hard work, and innate skills to become the best in the country. Fortunately, I'm guessing that most, if not all, of you are just hoping to learn the basics?" she asked. The girls in class nodded their heads.
"Then I will attempt to teach you enough to get by," Narcissa told them as her body began falling to the side. At the last second, her arm snapped out, and her hand caught the metal pole. Her body spun around the pole before she flipped upside down, holding onto the pole. Her legs parted into a complete splits, and the girls watched with wide eyes as her legs snapped together around the pole. She was now hanging upside down by her legs. She quickly lifted her upper half up and grabbed the pole. They watched as she lowered herself by spinning around the pole until her high heels clicked against the ground. Narcissa huffed and flicked her hair.
"You'll have to forgive me … I'm a bit out of practice," she said, breathing a bit heavily.
Bella rolled her eyes and snorted softly. Narcissa had always been egotistical when it came to her skills as an exotic dancer, and now it seemed that she hadn't changed one bit since quitting. As she began calling girls up to practice, Bella watched on, feeling a bit amorous. She placed a soft kiss on Harry's neck while her hand tightly gripped his cock. Harry's hand was caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh, making her panties wet. With the lights low and them sitting in the shadows, Bella didn't mind getting a bit naughty while Narcissa took control of the class. She uncrossed her legs and opened them up. Immediately, his fingers crept to her crotch. Bella's eyes fluttered when his fingers brushed over her panty-covered clit. The music covered her whorish moans when his fingers dipped into the leg hole.
Harry smirked as Bella became needy. He hadn't fucked her in a couple of days, and as far as he knew, she hadn't been with anyone else. His professor always got sexually aggressive when she hadn't been properly fucked in a while. He let his fingers glide up and down her slit, her wetness causing his fingers to become slick. As she moaned and squirmed, Harry watched the show that the girls were putting on.
Daphne was by far the best, and he could tell that she had already been trained. Harry's cock throbbed as he watched each article of her clothing come off. By then, all the girls' shoes had been transfigured into high heels, and that was all Daphne was wearing. She strutted around the metal pole with confidence, her gorgeous body on full display. He saw the beautiful girl look his way as she started dancing. Her body was a work of art, Harry thought as she wiggled around erotically. Suddenly feeling a heavenly sensation on his cock, he looked down and found Bella sucking on his head. Harry threaded his fingers through her thick, black hair, and he pushed her head down. He heard her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat. Not even a second later, her head slid down even further. Her head began bobbing while he continued watching the show.
Her tits were perfect, Harry thought as they bounced and jiggled. Her little, pink nipples drew his attention, and he wanted nothing more than to toss her onto his bed and suck on them until she begged him to fuck her. When her back was to him, she leaned over and gripped the pole. He watched as she licked the length of the pole while shaking her ass at him. Harry slid his hand down Bella's back and lifted up her skirt so that her ass was exposed. He pulled down her g-string and let his fingers crawl between her cheeks. Bella hummed around his cock when he touched her puckered hole. Harry pressed the pad of his finger against her skin, and he began tracing around her tight hole.
Angelina being older had been taught in previous classes, but she still didn't have the skill or raw sexuality that Daphne did. What she did have, however, was an incredibly sexy body with big tits and lots of curves. Her dancing was faster and wilder. Harry very much enjoyed watching her big tits bouncing around. He couldn't wait until he got her alone. He was already imagining his cock resting between them as she bounced them up and down. Like Daphne, she turned around and jiggled her ass at him. Unlike Daphne's smaller, tighter ass, Angelina's big, fat ass jiggled out of control while her cheeks clapped. It truly was a spectacular sight, Harry thought. She also had the experience to do some pole tricks. At some point, she was hanging upside down on the pole. She opened her legs wide, showing off her glistening slit before snapping them shut.
"Excellent job, Miss Johnson. Give them just a peek of the goods and make them pay for the rest," Narcissa complimented her. "Next."
As Hermione came up, Harry pressed his finger against her hole and pushed in. He felt Bella's lips tighten around his shaft as she sucked him harder. His finger sank past the first knuckle, then the second. Once it was fully in, he could feel the heat that her body was producing. He pulled his finger back until only the first knuckle was in, and then he penetrated her again, making her squeal on his cock. Bella pulled his cock from her mouth and moaned deeply. Her hand continued to stroke him, even as she leaned down further and began kissing his cum-filled balls.
Hermione was surprisingly good. He remembered her telling him that she had taken ballet classes for several years in her childhood. It seemed that her childhood skills were paying off now that she was older. Like Angelina, Hermione wasn't as good as Daphne, but that shouldn't be surprising to anyone. Daphne had trained for years to be a High-Class whore. Hermione was just starting out. Harry loved looking at her naked body, especially when she was being sensual. Her skin was the color of peaches and cream, and he knew it to be very soft and smooth. He knew the way she smelled and tasted, and he very much wished that he could have a lick of her right then. Bella's moan made him turn his attention back to her. He hadn't realized it, but his finger was thrusting harder and faster. Bella seemed to enjoy the harsher treatment.
"OH!" Bella cried out as her ass tightened around his thrusting finger. "Harder!" she whispered intently. Harry pulled her over his lap and used one hand to open her cheeks up while the other fingered her. He could feel Bella squirming uncontrollably. The scent of her wet pussy was growing stronger.
Being in this position reminded her of her childhood when she used to do bad things. She could still remember being placed over her father's knee right before he spanked her. Bella never cried though. Even back then, she enjoyed a little bit of pain. Now here she was, over his lap with her panties pulled down to her knees. She could feel the burning hot pussy juice dripping from her quivering twat. Her hands pawed at the velvet cushions as she mewled with pleasure. The sensation of his finger continuously penetrating her was brilliant, she thought as she bit her lower lip. When his hand slid from her ass, over her back, and under her belly, she really became excited. His fingers brushed against her swollen clit which sent sparks of pleasure racing up and down her spine. She choked out a cry of passion, and her toes curled painfully in her high heels. Bella arched her back, sending her ass higher into the air. His fingers flicked her clit again, and Bella's body bucked. "H-Harry … That feels …" she said before letting out a high-pitched squeal. Her asshole squeezed his finger as he pushed it all the way in, and pussy juice began leaking down the insides of her thighs.
Bella couldn't stop her body from bucking as her orgasm rolled over her. It had been several long days since she last had an orgasm, and that was several days too long, in her opinion. She decided that she would never go that long without one again. Harry stroked her sensitive clit again, and she was forced to push his hand away with a groan. It simply felt too good. Her head drooped while breathing heavily, and she rested her forehead on the cushion. Harry pulled his finger from her ass but continued to caress the smooth skin of her ass. She was just beginning to feel drowsy when someone cleared their voice. In a panic, she quickly sat up and saw her sister smirking at her.
"If you are done …" she said, clearly amused with her eyes locked on Bella's panties which were still below her knees. Bella quickly pulled them up and swished her hair with her hand as if it were no big deal. Narcissa snorted at the sight of her sister trying to save face, but let it go. She had more important things to do at that moment. "Now … I'll be using Harry here in the place of a client," Narcissa stated as Harry's eyes feasted on her nude body. "Scoot over, Bella," she said, flipping her hair in the same manner as her sister just did.
Bella huffed and moved over, giving Narcissa plenty of room to operate. The girls of the class watched on as Narcissa's hips danced slowly in front of Harry. It looked to them as though Harry was trying not to reach out and touch the sexy teacher. His legs were open, and his cock was sticking straight up as Narcissa shook her ass right in front of his face. "If he only paid for a dance, then that is all you give him. No touching, no freebies," she instructed. "However, if he appears to be a big spender, you may want to give him a bit of a tease to help influence him," she smirked, and the girls giggled.
As the music played, Narcissa threw her leg over his lap and straddled him. Harry shuddered as he felt her wet sex press against his hard cock. Her small nose was nuzzling his cheek, and her warm, pleasant breath washed over him as her hips began moving. Unable to stop himself, he placed his hands on her smooth thighs and moved them up to her hips. He squeezed the flesh of her hips as she painted the underside of his cock with her wetness. Harry moaned deeply.
"You see, girls … Harry here is ready to drop some serious gold, aren't you, love?" she teased as she intentionally rubbed her hard nipples against his chest. Harry nodded goofily as he groaned in pleasure. The girls giggled louder.
"I worked in one of the top clubs in the country, so many of our clients were well-to-do. Wherever you end up, you'll have to figure out how to spot them on your own. There can be a lot of signs though. How he dresses, whether or not his cologne smells cheap, the quality of his haircut … there are many ways to tell. One big one for me was a man's shoes. If they looked expensive and looked shiny and new, then I knew that he probably had gold to spend," Narcissa said, standing up and turning around so that her ass was facing Harry. She reached back and grabbed the back of his head by his hair. She then pulled his face into her ass and began vibrating her hips. They gasped as her ass cheeks jiggled wildly against his face.
"And once you have them hooked, they almost always come back for more," she smirked again. All of this brought back some good memories from the old days. "Once I was sure that a man had gold to spend, one trick that I used was this …" she said, spinning around and sitting back on his lap. She reached down and grabbed his hard cock. She then held it against her wet pussy with the palm of her hand. They then watched as she started rolling her hips and massaging his shaft with her hot, pink pussy. Within seconds, it was glistening with her juices. Every girl in there thought that Narcissa was the sexiest woman that they had ever seen. They were fascinated by the way her plump lips practically wrapped around his shaft. It must have felt good, they thought as Harry gripped her thighs and squeezed. Narcissa's back was arched, making her tits look spectacular.
"Once they were really hot and bothered, then I would tease them even further," she stated and lifted herself up slightly. She then pushed his head inside of her wet pussy and held it there while her hand jerked him off. They heard Harry moan loudly from behind her. His hands moved up her slim sides, and he cupped her breasts. Narcissa shuddered lightly and jerked him off even harder.
It was too much for Harry. First Bella, then Narcissa … He couldn't hang on any longer. "Narcissa!" he choked out. "Here it comes!" he cried.
Instead of pulling off of him, Narcissa sank down until her pussy had engulfed his entire cock. He wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust upward. They heard him moaning and knew that he was filling her with his warm seed. Hermione watched on eagerly, squirming in her chair as her pussy tingled. She couldn't help it either. Her hand found its way between her legs, and like many of the other girls, she began fingering herself to the spectacle.
"Sorry, girls. I just didn't want to waste it," she joked and moaned as Harry thrust again. As some of the girls laughed and some moaned, Harry grabbed her behind her knees and lifted her legs up. Narcissa squealed, being caught off-guard. She didn't expect him to start power-fucking her right there in front of everyone. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Only a slutty moan as Harry's big cock repeatedly hit her g-spot.
"It seems like you've woken the beast," Bella giggled, this time being the one who teased. Narcissa just squealed and came as Harry's fingers found her clit and began to rub circles over the swollen nub. Bella watched on, amused as Harry pounded her so hard that his cock slipped from Narcissa's wet depths. Being a good sister, she took his cock and stuffed it back into her slutty pussy. He pounded her for a few more minutes before Narcissa's squirming made it slip out again. This time, Bella leaned down and sucked his cock down her throat. She moaned around his shaft, hoping for a creamy load to be shot into her mouth.
"Bella!" Narcissa whined and grabbed his cock, pulling it from her mouth. She stuffed it back into her pussy and moaned as he continued to fuck her. Seeing his balls all wet and bouncing, Bella leaned in further and began sucking on them. As she did, she was surrounded by the scent of a freshly fucked pussy. When Bella heard Harry moan out a release again, she pulled his cumming cock from her sister's pussy. A large spurt of cum sprang from the tip and landed in her hair. She was just able to get it into her mouth as the next spurt of cum erupted from the tip. Bella moaned, and her eyes fluttered as his delicious cum hit her tongue. She mentally blocked the sound of her sister's annoyed voice just as she did as a kid. She pumped her head, keeping her lips tightly around the shaft until his balls had been drained. Once he was done, she let go of his cock with a pop and smacked her lips with a smug smile on her face. Narcissa looked less than impressed. Bella was already planning on keeping Harry to herself that night, but she supposed that maybe she would be a good sister and share. At least it would keep Cissy from complaining about her for the next week.
Chapter 14
Harry was distracted from his rhythmic thrusting by the sight of Susan rubbing oil all over her naked tits. She stood in front of the mirror in her and Hannah's dorm room, turning from side to side. She examined her slick, oily tits from the side before facing forward again. Susan placed her hands underneath the large globes and hefted them up. She bounced them a few times as though checking their weight before she let go. Harry stared as they dropped down and jiggled. She then grabbed the bottle of oil again and poured another healthy dose all over her breasts. Harry watched the thick, clear liquid slowly run down her smooth flesh. Most of it disappeared down her vast cleavage. Before the oil could drip off her body, she massaged it into her skin. The flickering light from the fireplace caused her slippery skin to glisten. At that moment, Harry was very grateful that he was able to stick his cock between her luscious tits any time that he wanted. Susan had never denied him if she could help it. She then arched her back slightly and thrust her chest out, making her breasts look even better. Moving her chest from side to side, she shook her tits in a way that would have driven him crazy if his lustful desires weren't already being sated.
Susan was always lotioning or oiling her skin, especially her breasts. She took care of them more than any girl he had ever heard of. Wanting her body to be as beautiful as possible, she bought only the best products to put on herself. Those products didn't come cheap either. They were only sold in the stores that the wealthy shopped in. You wouldn't see many girls at Hogwarts with those types of products. The only one that he could think of was maybe Daphne. Thankfully, the Bones family was well-off, and they could easily absorb the extra cost. She was very proud to have been offered that contract with Milkies, and she was doing everything possible to keep her body as gorgeous as possible. On occasion, she would even warn him away whenever he nipped at her flesh a little too hard, not wanting him to accidentally scar her delicate, porcelain skin. When asked about it, she would happily go on for hours about how her aunt and mother had worked there, and how it was a family tradition. Harry already promised that he would be a regular customer when she began working there after graduation. He couldn't wait to see and experience all those big-breasted women. Harry's attention was pulled away by something squeezing his cock. "Harry?" he heard Hannah's voice.
"Huh?" he asked, looking down. Hannah was lying with her top half flat against the bed. Her backside was lifted high into the air, giving him all the access that he could ever want. His cock was buried to the hilt inside of the girl's asshole. He felt her squeeze again and remembered what he was supposed to be doing.
"I said keep going!" she shuddered, clenching tightly around his cock. Hannah then unclenched her asshole and bounced her ass. Harry moaned as she fucked herself on his cock. Harry's hands gripped her slim waist, and his hips started moving again. Her asshole was well-lubed which made the pleasure even better.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned loudly. "That feels amazing!" he cried out as Hannah practiced the perfect time to tighten and loosen her asshole for maximum pleasure. She was taking her future role as an anal slut seriously. As soon as she loosened herself, Harry slipped out of her ass and immediately entered her tight, wet pussy. Harry luxuriated in the sensation of her silken walls fluttering around his cock as he pounded her sweet pussy. Hannah pressed her face into the bed and squealed.
"Harry?" he heard Susan call out. Harry looked up and saw her examining her hard nipples.
"Yeah?" he groaned as Hannah's pussy was attempting to suck the cum straight from his balls.
"Do my nipples look puffy to you?" she asked, looking down at them while her fingers gently pulled at the erect, crinkled tips. "They're a bit sore."
"I can't really see. Come closer," Harry told her as Hannah's lower half collapsed flat onto the bed. Harry rode her body down and continued to fuck her even as she came. Susan walked over to the bed while she continued to look down at her aching nipples. She then climbed onto the bed and straddled Hannah's lower back. She lifted her tits up by the bottoms and presented them to him. "See?"
He took a closer look and saw that they were a bit red and puffy. "They do look a bit swollen," Harry told her as he thrust hard into Hannah's sloppy, wet pussy. "What happened?"
Susan shrugged, letting them drop. "Maybe you got a little carried away last night when you were sucking on them."
"Maybe," he moaned while Hannah screamed into the bed. Harry then pulled out of her cumming pussy and easily slipped back into her perfectly stretched asshole. "I'll try to be more careful next time."
Susan's hips started slowly rocking back and forth as she smeared her wetness across her friend's naked back. Harry thought that his busty, redheaded friend looked incredible as she dry-humped Hannah. Her big, round tits were gently bouncing around while her pink nipples were rock-hard. Her slim belly flared into wide hips that Harry wanted to grab and squeeze every time he saw them on display. Her lower belly was an expanse of perfectly smooth skin in the shape of a V that ended where her taut, hairless pussy lips began. It was one of Harry's favorite spots. He had spent hours kissing and nipping at the soft skin in that particular area. Considering the fact that Susan always let him spend as much time as he wanted there, he guessed that she liked it just as much as he did. Often, her pussy would get so wet that her heady scent would nearly asphyxiate him. When that happened, he would spread her legs wide and lick her from asshole to clit until her pussy was shiny and clean. Susan seemed to like that as well, as did Hannah.
Reaching up, Susan wrapped her hands around the back of his head and gently pulled it down. She pulled him until his lips were touching one of her swollen nipples. "You should kiss it and make it better," she teased, rubbing the hard tip against his lips. Harry grabbed her lovely hips and slid his hand down to her smooth thigh. His other hand crept between her legs, and he started rubbing her clit with his fingers. Susan let out a cute gasp of pleasure. He felt her body tremble, and her hips started thrusting harder. Harry placed kisses all around her areola, but it was clear that she wanted him to stimulate the tip. Sucking it into his mouth, he let his tongue click against the hard nub over and over. He then pressed his tongue against it hard and started rolling it. Susan moaned loudly, and her grip on his hair tightened to the point where it was almost hurting.
As his fingers continued to rub her hard clit, he could feel them getting wetter and wetter. After a few moments, they were completely soaked in her juices. The smell of sex was strong in their dorm room, not that they cared. Both girls would gladly parade that fact to the other girls in Hufflepuff. It was a point of pride for them that they had full access to his cock practically any time that they wanted. Of course, it drew some ire from some of the girls, but that was to be expected. After all, there was only one of him and many of them.
Harry rubbed his fingers against her even faster and harder. Susan cried out as Hannah's back became flooded when she let out a few small squirts of pussy juice. He gave her nipple one last hard suck before letting it go and pulling out of Hannah's ass. He grunted as cum erupted from the tip of his cock, painting Hannah's lower back which was already wet with Susan's juices. Harry moaned as he jerked his cock until his balls were empty. Susan then pulled him into a deep kiss while Hannah complained that they were crushing her under their weight.
Red Light District
'The time is flying by,' Harry thought as he realized that it was already nearing the end of October. 'The foreign students will be arriving soon,' he suddenly remembered. With all the fun that he had been having, he had completely forgotten about the Triwizard Tournament. He wouldn't have been able to explain to anyone just how thankful he was that he wouldn't be the one going through that mess again. 'One time was enough.' Then he remembered that it would be Neville going through it, and he winced. He certainly didn't wish it upon the boy … but what could he do?
That was something that he had been thinking more and more about lately. He already had Ravenclaw's Diadem, but nothing more. Harry wasn't really worried about Neville getting chosen as the fourth champion. Though the challenges could be dangerous, the teachers would be standing close by to help in case something went wrong. No, Harry was worried about what came after that … in the graveyard. Harry didn't know this Neville, and he didn't know if he had what it takes. What if the boy was killed right then and there? Would Harry have to step in as Boy Who Lived number two? 'Not bloody likely,' Harry snorted. He would just have to make sure that Neville survived the graveyard. How he would do that, he still didn't know. 'I'll figure it out.'
A knock on the door to his private room cut through the noise of the raging storm outside. The weather outside was typical for Northern Scotland this time of the year … meaning it was bad. It was pouring rain and quite cold. Sadly, he had to spend his Saturday in the castle instead of enjoying himself in Hogsmeade with a pretty date. His Sunday wasn't looking too promising either, he thought sourly. Harry got up and walked to his door. Opening it up, he saw Hermione standing there. She was shivering slightly. No wonder, Harry thought. She was wearing her skimpy clothes instead of bundling up in her winter robes.
"Hermione! You're going to catch your death!" Harry declared, taking her hand and pulling her in. He quickly shut the door to keep the heat in. Harry led her over to the chair by the fireplace and sat her down. He took her bag from her and placed it down next to the chair. Hermione instantly held her hands out toward the crackling flames to warm them. "What's the idea of walking around the cold ass castle in a mini skirt?" he asked, grabbing one of his thin, fleece blankets and placing it on her.
"T-Thanks, H-Harry," she said, her teeth chattering a bit. Harry then brought her a hot cup of tea made just the way she liked. She took it in her hands and greedily sipped from it, letting out a contented sigh. Once she was a little warmed up, she explained.
"I had my thick robe on in the library, but the big fireplace was going and I got hot. I took off my robe and sat it down on the table next to my books. Someone nabbed it when I wasn't looking. I didn't even notice until I was about to leave," she told him, drinking from her cup again.
"Is that normal?" he asked confused. "Students stealing each other's clothes I mean?" he clarified. Hermione shook her head.
"I don't think so … Anyway, I have a suspicion that it might be Ron playing some kind of idiotic prank. I saw him skulking around the library," she said. Harry sighed. It wouldn't shock him if that was the case. Harry already knew that the time would come when Ron would forget about the threat that he laid at his feet. It would start with small things like this, and before long, he would be back to stalking the girl. Harry would have to wait and see. It was possible that it wasn't Ron who took her robe.
"If you can't get it back, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow," he promised. Hermione looked up at him and smiled prettily. Her nose was a little red, and her cheeks were pink from the cold.
"That's very kind of you," she told him. Harry just waved it off.
"So what's the reason for the visit? Did you just want to hang out or …"
"No. I actually wanted to go over next week's schedule. There are several girls vying for the same few spots, and I wanted to get your opinion," she said, reaching down for her bag. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I don't think you've quite gotten a grasp on the perks of your position," Harry snorted. Hermione turned to him.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"Hermione … If more than one girl wants the same spot, they should be willing to give something to obtain it, and they should be giving it to you. You're the assistant. You're the one who makes the decisions. You deserve a little something for your troubles. If they don't want to grease your palms, so to speak, then that's on them. Whoever is willing will get the time slot, and everyone else can go cry about it. You can accept money, favors … whatever you want," he explained.
"Harry! I could never. I'm sure that's against the rules," Hermione sputtered.
"Every assistant has done it to some degree, and the Professors overlook it as long as you don't go overboard. Do yourself a favor and ask Professor Lestrange about it … okay?"
"Well, I …"
Harry rolled his eyes and huffed good-naturedly. "Just ask her."
"Fine," Hermione said, getting up while holding her bag. She walked over to his desk and sat down behind it. "Now, I hope you don't mind but I need to use your desk for a while," she said, emptying her bag and spreading its contents across the top of his desk.
"Why don't you use your office? It's like a fifteen-second walk," Harry asked as she opened up Harry's bottle of expensive ink. Most students used cheaper inks made from coal dust. His came from some type of giant, magical octopus. According to Hermione, it didn't drip from her quills and splotch her paper, and it made smooth, evenly-colored lines that dried very fast.
"It's too cold in there. My office is drafty, and it only has a tiny fireplace. It takes forever to heat up properly. Your room is already nice and toasty," she explained. Harry walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He dug his thumbs in and began giving her a massage. Hermione moaned softly as she leaned back.
"You know … I was hoping that you came for a bit of naughty fun," he smiled lasciviously and slid his hands down the top of her partially unbuttoned blouse. Hermione gasped as he groped her naked breasts and gave them a squeeze. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples which were already hard from the cold air. He then pinched them and gave them a gentle tug. Hermione's body bucked from the sudden pleasurable pain that she felt. Harry then untucked her shirt from her skirt and began unbuttoning it even further. Hermione didn't try to stop him.
"But Harry …" Hermione shuddered as his hand took a quick break to grope her breast again before going back to work. "I have so much work that needs to be done!" she gasped as he removed the blouse from her upper half and started placing kisses down her shoulders. His hands were just about to explore further when another knock at the door came. Harry's hands froze for a second as he took his lips from her soft skin.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Harry asked, and she shook her head. She didn't know who was at the door. Harry stood up to go answer it, but Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Wait! I don't have a shirt on!" she hissed, covering her breasts with her hands. Harry smiled and leaned down for a kiss.
"You look sexy as hell. I don't think that whoever is behind that door will mind. Just keep them covered with your hands … unless you want to give them a show," he teased and began walking to the door.
"Harry!" she whispered harshly as Harry chuckled. Harry didn't even look back at her before he opened the door. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that it was Ginny Weasley standing there holding what looked to be Hermione's winter robes.
"Ginny! What a pleasant surprise," he smiled at the cute redhead. Ginny blushed deeply as he stepped aside and let her in. She shivered as soon as her skin felt the wonderful warmth of the room. Her eyes widened when she saw Hermione standing off to the side with her hands cupping her obviously bare breasts. Ginny looked around and saw that her white blouse was on the ground next to Harry's desk.
"What can we do for you?" Harry said, placing his hand on the small of her back. Ginny was wearing her own thick robe to protect her from the shivering cold.
"Oh … ummm … I saw that my idiot brother had taken your robe as a prank, so I took it back from him. I checked the library, but you weren't there. I came here next," she explained, holding out the robe for Hermione to take. Hermione was blushing deeply as she continued to hide her lovely tits. She continued to just stand there, not wanting to uncover herself to take the robe. Ginny was too clueless to understand. Harry chuckled again and took the robe from Ginny.
"I'll hang it up for her. Thanks, Ginny. It's much appreciated," Harry said, hanging the robe up by the door. "In fact, here, let me get yours as well," he said, slipping her robe off and placing it next to Hermione's.
When he looked at her, he saw that Ginny was dressed as sexy as possible considering her family's limited budget. One bonus was the fact that Ginny kept her clothes longer than normal. Of course, her body never stopped growing, so her clothes eventually became much too small for her. Her shirt was very tight, and it rode up her belly. Her jean shorts were so small that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were hanging out.
"Uhh … Thank you for bringing my robe back," Harry heard Hermione say, sounding very embarrassed. Harry moved behind her and ran his hands up and down her upper arms. He felt Hermione shiver, but he knew it wasn't from the cold.
"You're welcome," Ginny replied, her cheeks bright red. "So, uh … What were you two doing? I mean I …" Ginny sputtered as Harry smiled and placed his hands on top of Hermione's. He pulled her hands down so that her breasts were fully exposed. Hermione was squirming as Harry let her hands go and squeezed her breasts.
"Hermione and I were just about to spend a few hours warming ourselves in the bed," Harry said happily, rolling Hermione's hard nipples between his fingers. Ginny couldn't take her eyes off of the spectacle. She remembered the pleasure that she felt the last time they were together. The crotch of her panties was already damp from just thinking about it. "Weren't we, Hermione?" he asked his friend as his hands left her breasts. His fingers danced down her slim, sexy belly until they came to the waistband of her short skirt. The tips of his fingers dipped underneath, and he felt the top of her smooth mound. Hermione gasped.
"Oh!" she squeaked. "Yes … He was, uh … tutoring me … for class!" Hermione shuddered as he gently ran his fingernails down her soft, sensitive skin. It was hard for Hermione to admit that she loved sex and that she wanted to have it with him regardless of their classes. Since she wouldn't admit it, Harry decided to tease her further. He undid the button on her skirt and slowly lowered the zipper until it fell off of her hips and pooled at her feet. Now she stood there in her tiny g-string, her black knee socks, and her school shoes. Her whole body was trembling as he explored her curves.
"I heard from Bella that we'll be covering threesomes soon. Maybe Ginny could help me tutor you for the next few hours," Harry smirked and laid a soft kiss on Hermione's neck. He could feel her breathing heavily as he pressed in on her from behind. "How about it Ginny? Are you free for a while?" Harry asked, his eyes twinkling with delight.
Ginny's face burned as she nodded her head. "O-Of course, Harry. I'd be happy to help," she said shakily. Harry smiled at her in return. She then watched as he scooped Hermione into a bridal carry and gently laid her on the bed. He pulled Hermione's shoes off before focusing his attention on her.
"Come here and take my trousers off," he told her while removing his shirt. Ginny tore her eyes away from his torso and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned his trousers and lowered the zipper. She then grabbed them by the waist and shimmied them down his legs. She yelped as his massive cock sprang out and nearly slapped her in the face. She helped him remove them from his legs before grabbing his cock and stuffing it into her mouth. Thinking that this was what he wanted, she started giving him a sloppy blowjob.
Harry was surprised by her forwardness but also appreciative. He was still planning on having the girl work in his club after graduation. Her desire to please him without him having to ask was a good sign, Harry thought. He threaded his fingers through her fiery locks and gently ran his fingernails across her scalp. Ginny shuddered and moaned on his cock. He then pulled his cock from her mouth and gently tapped it against her sweet, pink lips. Ginny looked up at him, ready for his instructions. "Stand up," he ordered. She was on her feet immediately. "Arms up."
As soon as her arms lifted, Harry grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Her handful-sized tits jiggled as dropped down out of her tight shirt. He then unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down her legs. Ginny kicked off her shoes as he pulled the shorts off of her feet. Harry pointed to the bed, and she quickly climbed on. While still on her hands and knees, Harry pulled the socks from her feet before grabbing her panties. Slowly, he slid them down and watched as the thin string was pulled from between her pale cheeks. Tossing them aside, he cupped her naked pussy. He luxuriated in the warm wetness as he massaged her slit with his thumb. Flicking her clit, Ginny squealed, and he laughed. He pulled Ginny to him and kissed her deeply.
"Now it's time to teach Hermione a thing or two about threesomes," Harry smiled as Ginny breathed hard. Harry turned and saw Hermione squirming on the bed. She was rubbing her thighs together, and he saw a large wet patch on the crotch of her tiny panties. He then turned back to Ginny. "Take her panties off."
Chapter 15
Ginny crawled onto the warm bed right below Hermione's waiting body. To steady herself, Ginny placed her hands on Hermione's knees and accidentally pushed her legs apart. Seeing a large wet spot on the crotch of her panties, she looked up and captured Hermione's gaze. Her cheeks were bright pink with embarrassment, but Ginny could see that that wasn't the only emotion written across her pretty face. She could see lust in Hermione's big, brown eyes. "S-Sorry," she stuttered softly, taking her hands off Hermione's knees. Half of her legs were covered with the black knee socks that so many girls wore this time of the year.
"It's okay," Hermione responded, equally embarrassed. A sudden loud crack of flesh being spanked followed by a stinging sensation on her rear made Ginny yelp and look behind her. Harry was standing there, his cock rock-hard while smiling sexily at her. She looked down and saw that he was slowly stroking his cock while staring at her naked pussy. Ginny turned her head in embarrassment but was also very pleased by his reaction to her body.
"Panties off," he ordered again. With shaking hands, Ginny reached out and tucked her fingers underneath the waistband of Hermione's panties. She gave a little tug and watched as they began sliding down her widening hips. The flawless skin of her lower belly was first exposed, quickly followed by the smooth, hairless skin of her mound. As they slid down a little further, the beginning of Hermione's slit and her taut lips were now on display. With one last tug, the panties were pulled halfway down her thighs where Hermione helped her take them off of her sock-covered feet. Hermione was rubbing her thighs together while trying to hide the awkward shyness that was plastered across her face. A strong hand suddenly cupped Ginny's naked sex from behind. She gasped and her body jumped. She didn't need to look back to know whose hand it was. Harry's finger slowly began stroking the length of her slit, and when he reached her opening, his finger even dipped in partway.
"Oh!" Ginny squeaked as she was penetrated by his single finger. She then felt his thumb slide up and rest directly on her puckered hole. "Harry … Wha…" she choked out as her tight, little pussy was hugging his invading finger.
"Now spread her legs," she heard him say. His thumb pressed harder against her tightest hole, so much so that it was threatening to slip in. Ginny squeaked and placed her hands back on Hermione's knees. She pushed them apart and spread Hermione's legs open. The room already smelled like wet pussy, but from where she sat, she could easily smell the thick, heady scent of Hermione's arousal. Her tight lips were flushed pink and glistening with wetness. Only a hint of her inner lips could be seen breaking through her smooth, puffy outer lips. Harry pulled his finger out before slowly stuffing two of them back in. Ginny bit her lower lip and squeezed Hermione's knees. He pulled out then pushed back in again and again. Ginny could hear how wet she was. The wet, squelchy sound of her being stuffed was loud enough for all of them to hear, she knew. A part of her was completely humiliated by the way her body was acting, but the other part of her loved the way it felt. That part of her was silently begging for more, and more was what she got. He began thrusting his fingers into her harder and faster, drawing cute, little mewls of pleasure from her soft, sweet lips.
"I think Hermione's feeling a bit lonely … Don't you think?" Harry asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Ginny wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. She was too caught up in her world of pleasure. Her body reacted on its own, and she nodded her head. "Then maybe you should lean down and give her pussy a kiss," he told her as her body bucked and her pussy clutched his thrusting fingers. She definitely heard what he was saying that time.
Ginny's heart began hammering in her chest. Girl-on-girl action was a major part of their world, Ginny knew, and she was being silly by being so nervous about it. 'If I wanted to be treated as a woman, then I need to act like one,' she silently told herself and steeled her nerves. Leaning down until her lips were nearly touching Hermione's body, her shaking hands accidentally slipped just as Harry thrust his fingers into her, sending her facefirst into Hermione's pussy. As her lips mashed into Hermione's hard clit, Ginny could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. The scent of her wet pussy was also magnified from being so close. Hermione's hand gripped the hair on the back of her head tightly, and she thrust her hips up and down, stimulating herself on Ginny's lips. Tentatively, Ginny licked Hermione's wet slit and heard the girl moan softly. She licked her again, and Hermione tightened her grip on the back of her head. By then, Hermione was smearing her juices all over poor Ginny's face.
Doing her best to lick Hermione's constantly moving pussy, she felt Harry remove his fingers from within her, and he replaced them with his lips. Harry spread her open and pressed his face against her two holes. She shuddered when the tip of his nose tickled her puckering asshole while his lips gently grazed against her damp pussy. He didn't waste any time in taking what he wanted. His hands slid around the front of her thighs, trapping her body against his face. He then licked her clit, all the way up to her asshole. Ginny squealed against Hermione's clit which had been shoved into the redhead's mouth. Stars flashed in her eyes as Harry's tongue fluttered around the rim of her backdoor. The act was so depraved and embarrassing that she wanted to cry out for him to stop, but the naughty sensation kept her from doing so. Having his tongue lapping at her hole was sending shivers up and down her spine. She must have moaned or something, because Harry began to tease her.
"You must really like that, don't you, Ginny?" he teased, softly biting down on her cheek. Ginny gasped and clenched her cheeks together. He then began massaging her slit with the pad of his thumb, smearing her wetness all over her quivering pussy. When she didn't answer, he continued.
"You're so wet," he told her, rubbing his thumb over her clit. Ginny's body broke into goosebumps, and she moaned into Hermione's pussy. Ginny's warm tongue dipped into Hermione's opening, earning praise from the bushy-haired bookworm.
"Ginny … That feels good," Hermione gasped as she kneaded her breasts and tugged at her hard, aching nipples.
Suddenly, Ginny felt the tip of Harry's tongue harden as he poked her asshole. "Harry!" she squealed, clenching her cheeks together. Harry just laughed at her outburst.
"Don't worry, Gin. Before the school year is done, I'll turn you into a top-quality anal-whore," he joked, tickling her hole with his finger. Ginny shuddered deeply as she slurped on wet pussy. Finding herself being lifted up, she squirmed until she was placed down on top of Hermione with her head set firmly between her legs. She was about to start licking her again when Harry settled in front of her. She saw his massive cock bouncing as he got into place. Then he took it in hand and began rubbing the length of Hermione's wet cunt with his fat, domed head. Within seconds, the head was shiny and wet. He then placed it at her opening and easily pushed inside of her. Ginny watched carefully as Hermione's lips widened enough to take his thick cock in without any trouble. It truly amazed her. Hermione's pussy was so small and tight, and Harry's cock looked like it belonged on a hippogriff. How was it possible that something so small could accommodate something so monstrous in size, she wondered.
Harry pushed all the way in, and Ginny was in shock that she was able to take his entire length. When he pulled back, she could see that his cock was smeared with white cream. The second time he pulled back, the smears were even thicker. Ginny looked up at him with her beautiful doe eyes, and he looked down at her, smiling. "She's creaming," he answered her unasked question. Ginny blushed furiously and looked back down at the penetration. The smell of sex was making her a bit lightheaded, or maybe it was because of the situation that she suddenly found herself in. Behind her, Hermione was moaning like a whore as Harry began jackhammering into her needy cunt. Ginny suddenly felt a wave of heat settle over her, and she became flushed with horniness. She wanted what Hermione was getting. Needing some relief, Ginny pushed her pussy down against Hermione's face and started grinding. 'I did it for her. She can do it for me,' she told herself as she ground her clit against Hermione's chin and lips. When she started licking her swollen clit, Ginny's eyes fluttered wildly, and she let out a cute moan. As her mouth opened, Harry pulled out of Hermione and shoved his cock into her mouth. Ginny nearly gagged as the head hit the back of her throat. She pulled herself together and began sucking Hermione's pussy cream from his shaft.
Red Light District
Harry smiled as he pulled his cock from Ginny's mouth and shoved it back into Hermione's waiting pussy. He fucked her for a few more minutes before pulling out again and getting another sloppy blowjob from the little redhead. As soon as he felt Hermione's insides clamp down on him, it immediately triggered his own orgasm. Quickly pulling out, he placed his hand underneath Ginny's chin and tilted her head up. He aimed his cock while furiously stroking it. "Close your eyes!" he told her as his orgasm neared. She closed them just in time to catch a faceful of cum. Rope after robe of sticky, white cum covered her pretty face, some landing in her red hair while globs of it dripped down her cheeks and onto her lips. He watched her lick the cum from her lips and got an idea.
"Hermione? Come over here and help Ginny clean up." Hermione spun around and pushed herself to her knees. "Use your tongue and clean her face," he ordered, grabbing Ginny's hips and turning her until her ass was facing him. Hermione leaned in and began licking the cum from her forehead, cheeks, and even her lips. Harry slapped Ginny's pussy with his cock before penetrating her with a single, powerful thrust. Ginny cried out from being stretched, but other than that, he had entered her easily. She was more than wet enough to take him in without any problems. Harry could smell the strong scent of arousal wafting up from her upturned pussy. He gave her a few moments to get used to his size before he slowly started thrusting.
Her little pussy was already squeezing his cock as though she were about to burst. He could hear her heavy breathing as Hermione licked a glob of cum from the tip of her nose. Her pussy felt amazing, Harry thought as her tight, wet heat hugged him from every side. Taking it to the next level, Harry increased his tempo until his hips were clapping against her ass. Harry forced her knees wider apart, and he arched her back into the classic "whore's position". Her body was being jerked back and forth, and he reached out and gripped her by the shoulder to help keep her steady. With his other hand, he reached between her legs and began fondling her hard clit. Ginny's eyes nearly bugged out as she let out a squeal of pleasure. Breathing heavily, she turned and looked at Hermione who was also looking at her with wide eyes. "Kiss each other," Harry commanded as he fucked Ginny even harder. He could feel her velvety walls fluttering around his thrusting cock.
Slowly their lips met and it was Hermione who first opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. It wasn't long after that Ginny let herself go and came hard while playing with Hermione's tongue. Her already tight pussy squeezing him harder instantly set him off. There wasn't a single thought from Harry about pulling out. Instead, he gripped her hips tightly and thrust all the way in until his cock hit her cervix. Ginny squeaked into Hermione's mouth as a flood of hot cum coated her insides. Harry's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as Ginny's fluttering pussy milked the cum straight from his balls. Once done, Harry pulled out and rolled onto his back, breathing deeply.
"Clean me," he said, relaxing. Without a word, Hermione jumped on his cock and began sucking Ginny's girl cum from his shaft. Ginny's mouth found his balls and after a few sucks on his sack, she gave them a nice tongue bath until they were sparkling clean.
Red Light District
Harry shivered as a blast of cold hair hit him full in the face. He adjusted his scarf to cover his chin and mouth. Beside him, Bellatrix shivered as well.
"How did I let you talk me into coming with you?" she asked, hugging herself with her arms. It was Friday afternoon, and a cold front had blown through earlier in the day.
"My good looks and charm?" Harry asked as they walked down the cobbled street.
"Try again," she said, keeping step with him.
"My unparalleled charisma?"
"Try again," she repeated herself.
"The fact that I made you cum three times this morning?" Harry asked. Bella thought about it for a second.
"That's probably closer to the truth," she relented, hugging his arm for warmth. "Couldn't you at least have waited until it was a bit warmer?" Bella hated the cold.
"It's almost November, Bella. Warm days are long behind us," he truthfully told her. Bella sighed.
"I'm already longing for Spring. My nipples are frozen!" she complained to him as they stepped into the red light district of Diagon Alley.
"Be grateful that you're not a man. My balls have shriveled to the size of grapes," Harry said, complaining right along with her.
"Madam LeBeux's? What do they sell in that shop?" Harry asked his professor. They passed one of the few shops that didn't have blinking neon lights out front. The name sign was written in an elegant, golden script.
"They do hair removal," she told him as they kept on walking.
"The hair down there? For girls?"
"Pubic hair, underarm hair, legs, upper lips, the area between the eyes … Basically any unwanted hair, but those are the normal spots. Anyone can go there, guys or girls," she clarified.
"You've been?" Harry raised an eyebrow. She seemed to know a lot about the shop. Bella nodded.
"I'm a steady customer. I notice that you love caressing my smooth mound and legs. Wouldn't you agree that they do good work?" she asked with a cheeky smile on her beautiful face. Harry nodded.
"Very good work. I'll keep them in mind," she said pointing down the street a bit further. "Right over there on the corner where the neon sign is out," he said eagerly.
They walked the hundred or so feet until they came to an intersection of two large, cobbled streets. At the other three corners stood large buildings that held one of the best whorehouses in Diagon Alley (or so he was told), one of the largest strip clubs, and a casino. The building that he was standing in front of used to be a hotel, but it had recently shut down. Unfortunately, several other smaller hotels had sprung up in Diagon Alley over the years that weren't situated inside the red light district. It seemed that most people wanted to enjoy the fun and depravity of the RLD but didn't actually want to stay here. They came to visit with their families, stayed in more family-friendly areas, and then came to the RLD for their nighttime fun. This made the hotel less and less profitable over the years until they finally went into debt. The only choice they had was to renovate the hotel and turn it into some other business, but that would have cost a small fortune. With no other realistic choices, they decided to sell.
"This is it?" Bella asked him, looking up at the massive building. "You bought this?!" she asked in shock. Harry smiled proudly and nodded as he looked up at the building.
"I've been in contact with Gringotts. I told them to contact me as soon as a building or shop becomes available. They contacted me a few days ago as soon as this came to market," he confessed. Bella whistled appreciatively.
"When you told me of your plans for after graduation, I didn't think you would be looking for something so big. This building is huge! This is one of the best spots in all of the RLD," she told him, still looking up at the closed-down hotel.
She wasn't lying about the size. It was five levels tall and had over one hundred rooms for rent. It was one of the largest buildings in all of Diagon Alley. The outer facade was designed in a Romanesque style with white pillars. Harry would likely change that once renovations began.
"Yeah, that's what Gringotts told me when they offered to sell it," he told her. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"It must have cost an arm and a leg … and knowing the Goblins, possibly a few other body parts." Harry chuckled.
"It was very expensive, but not as bad as I first feared," he said.
"Oh?" she asked.
"No one in their right mind will buy it and reopen it as a hotel. They'll be out of business within a year. Anyone willing to buy it will have to spend a fortune on renovations. Because of this, the Goblins couldn't sell it for what it was actually worth. No one would buy it. Knowing that I had the gold to buy it outright without having to take out a loan, they gave it to me at a steep discount if I promised to do the renovations through them," Harry explained to her.
"Have you decided what you want to do with it yet?" Bella asked him as he led them inside to examine the property.
"Not yet, but I have a few ideas."
Red Light District
The following afternoon, all the students were led out onto the school grounds where they waited for the two delegations to arrive. The wind whipped violently, blasting them with cold, crisp air. Every student was bundled up in their bulky winter cloaks to keep from getting frostbitten. The students of the four Houses were all standing next to their brethren. Gryffindor was on the left with Ravenclaw next to them. They were followed by Hufflepuff with Slytherin at the end. Looking to the Gryffindor section, he could see Hermione jabbering away with Neville and Ginny. Ron was off to the side with a sour look on his face. Apparently, he hadn't yet forgiven Hermione for her imagined indiscretions. Hermione didn't seem to care one way or another. In fact, she didn't seem to notice that he was there, which only made the redheaded male angrier. At least the other three looked excited about the arriving schools.
Harry, of course, already knew who was coming and how they were arriving. Even so, he wouldn't ruin the excitement for everyone else.
"How do you suppose they will arrive … Portkey?" Hannah asked, standing on her tiptoes to try and get a better look. Susan was snuggled up next to her while trying to keep warm.
"Nah. There are wards protecting the school," Harry told them.
"Maybe he took them down for today," Susan added.
"Maybe," Harry simply stated as he pulled his cloak tighter. The wind was blowing fiercely, and several hats had been blown away. McGonagall had given up trying to make the students "smarten up". It was a lost cause as girls' hair whipped about, smacking people in the face. Harry kept his eyes open, and when he finally saw the surface of the lake bubbling and churning, he informed the girls.
"The lake," he told them, pointing. They turned to look, and soon after, the entire student body was excitedly watching as the Durmstrung ship rose from the lake's depths. The chatter turned even more excited as the students spotted the famous Quidditch player, Viktor Krum, walking next to his Headmaster.
"The sky! There's something in the sky!" a student shouted from the Ravenclaw crowd. Harry looked up and spotted the dark pinprick growing as the carriage got closer and closer. Within a few minutes, everyone could see that it was a powder blue carriage the size of a large house being pulled by magnificent palomino horses with wings. The girls of Hogwarts oohed and awed at the sight of the elephant-sized, flying horses. When they touched down, the massive carriage groaned as the wheels tore big ruts into the soft, wet earth. Just as it stopped, the door opened and a set of stairs unfolded. The half-giant, Madame Maxime, stepped out followed by the Beauxbatons contingent. Harry's eyes scanned the crowd until he found Fleur's half-hidden face. Her mouth and nose were hidden by a thin, silk scarf, but he would recognize her big, blue eyes anywhere. Suddenly, the wind whipped her scarf from her face, and Harry was momentarily struck by her beauty. Her perfect, pink lips were quivering from the cold, and her cheeks were dusted pink. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. The last go around, Harry had more important things to worry about. Chatting up a pretty Veela wasn't exactly a priority, but seeing Fleur's flushed face, he decided to make the time this go around.
After Dumbledore welcomed the two schools, he led them into the castle and out of the bitter cold. Harry and the girls were eager to follow.