Chapter 26
Ronald Weasley wasn't having the best day. In fact, he had been having a pretty shitty year altogether. While he was angry that Neville had obviously cheated to get into the tournament and didn't tell him so that he could enter his name as well, it did make Ron feel a bit better when many of the students turned against him. Now, it seemed all of that was forgotten. Apparently, surviving a Hungarian Horntail attack with minor injuries was a good enough reason to anoint him the next Merlin. All of the previous animosity had been forgotten. As they walked down the main street of Hogsmeade, a lot of their fellow students stopped and told him that he had done a great job. Every kind word made Ron burn with jealousy. Still, he held back any negative words. As much as he didn't want to admit it, without Neville, he was just another nobody … for now. He swore to himself that this would change the first chance he got.
As time edged closer to the Yule Ball, the clothing shops became packed with students. Many girls had already bought their dresses, but as always, most of the boys left their respective purchases until the last possible minute. Unfortunately, Ron didn't have to worry about that. His mother had given him a second-hand dress robe that looked more like an out-of-fashion dress from the nineteenth century. It was made from maroon velvet and had ratty, old frills and tassels hanging from the cuffs and hem. There was no way he could wear that thing. He'd be made fun of for the rest of time!
His twin brothers, Fred and George, had gleefully shown off their brand-new dress robes that had been purchased early that day. Apparently, Potter had allowed them to dip into the joke shop fund in order to get new robes. Ron fumed, but what could he do? Throwing a tantrum and shouting at the twins wouldn't get him anything but a harsh, retaliatory pranking. What he did do was immediately tell them to buy him some as well. It was only a handful of Galleons, after all. Potter would never know a thing about it. Ron became even angrier when they outright refused.
"We got a good thing going, and we're not about to screw it up," George had bluntly told him.
"Yeah, now piss off, mate," Fred added before going back to their conversation about which one of them looked more dashing in their robes.
If that wasn't bad enough, Ron had overheard Ginny talking in the Common Room about the new dress that Potter had bought her. This was simply too much. Everyone was getting free stuff from Potter except him.
"Hey, Neville!" a pretty sixth-year girl smiled as she passed. Neville returned her greeting, but Ron didn't hear. He was too busy seething. He had no gold, no girls, nothing. Though he never mentioned it to anyone, Ron was secretly disappointed that Neville didn't fail the First Task. He didn't want Neville to die, of course. If he did, Ron's free ride to popularity would be over. No, he just wanted Neville to fail spectacularly. Sadly, that didn't happen, and Hermione wasn't even here to listen to him complain. She was too busy buying stuff for the upcoming Ball with Fleur Delacour. How they became friends was unknown to him, but he guessed it was because of Potter. Everything came back to Harry Fucking Potter.
"Let's go down the street a ways," Neville suddenly said. "I want to visit Tonks," he said. "Man … She has great tits," he added with a dreamy look. That Tonks girl did have pretty awesome boobs, but Ron wasn't in the mood to comment on their greatness.
"Sure," he replied shortly.
Due to Hogsmeade's relatively small size, the walk didn't take much time. Sydfeid's Sex Shop beckoned them closer with advertisements plastered on the front windows featuring sexy, barely-clothed women. As they got closer, they heard a female moaning around the back of the shop. This stopped both boys short. It wasn't uncommon for dates to turn a bit spicy during the Hogsmeade visits, and couples could often be heard rutting behind the shops. It was standard practice for everyone to mind their own business and give the fun-loving pair some privacy. Ron, however, didn't care much for standard practices.
"I wonder who it is," Neville said with an amused smile, referring to the unknown girl getting plowed behind the shop.
"Dunno," Ron replied, scratching his head.
"Whoever she is, it sounds like she's taking a big one," he joked. The girl was moaning like a world-class whore.
"Let's go see," Ron suddenly said, turning to Neville with a creepy smile. Neville pulled a face and shook his head.
"No way," he declined. "Just leave them be."
"C'mon. It's probably just Lavender. That girl lets everyone have a piece," he told Neville. 'Everyone but me,' Ron sourly added in his mind. He tried to get a date with the bubbly blonde for this weekend, but she denied him. It didn't matter how many times he whined and bugged her about it; Lavender flat-out refused to go on a date with him. He suspected that it might have something to do with the time he jizzed in his trousers while ogling Fleur.
'Lavender is jealous because I have my sights on the sexy Veela … Of course!' he realized. 'Girls can be so petty,' he told himself. 'Didn't she realize that there's enough of me to go around?'
He decided to ask her again soon after she had some time to calm down and remember what a great catch he was. 'I might even let her take me to the Ball if she plays her cards right,' Ron thought.
"Dude … That's creepy," Neville told him, looking at him strangely. Ron just shrugged and brushed it off.
"Suit yourself, but I'm having a look," he told his stubborn friend. Neville could be so weird sometimes.
Ron slowly crept down the alley between the two shops while hugging the wall. He kept his footsteps as quiet as possible. When he reached the corner of the shop, he slowly peeked around it just enough to see what was going on. When he finally saw it, his mouth dropped open. His little sister, Ginny, was pinned against the brick wall while being held up by her ass. Her legs were spread wide, and her panties were hanging from one ankle. Her short skirt had fully ridden up, and Harry Potter was thrusting fiercely between her legs. Ron would never forget the look on Ginny's face. It was that of pure bliss. Her lips were parted, and labored breaths left her mouth along with the slutty moans that they had heard from the street. Her big, brown eyes were locked onto Potter's, and she was staring at him with complete adoration. Then there were the sounds.
He could hear how wet Ginny's pussy was from there. The wet schlicks of suction were easy to hear from so close, though her moans of pleasure were doing a good job of hiding them. Potter's hands gripped his sister's ass hard as he thrust in all the way. Ginny's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she squealed loudly. Her body began trembling, and she cried out before burying her face in Potter's shoulder. Her body bucked half a dozen times, and Ron knew that she had just orgasmed. Overcome with rage, Ron whipped out his wand and was about to curse the bastard when Potter suddenly turned his head and looked right at him. Ron froze in his tracks, and memories of the various encounters with Potter flashed through his mind. None of them ended well for him. The skin on his face was still tender after being burned. Madam Pomfrey said that the tenderness and sensitivity might be permanent. As Ginny continued to cum on his cock, Potter's annoyed expression turned into a smirk. The bastard smirked at him while moving his hips backward. Then, he slowly thrust forward, penetrating his sister to the hilt. Ginny squealed in pleasure and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist while her body shook.
Knowing there wasn't much he could do, Ron clenched his hands into fists and stomped away with his tail between his legs. Before he was out of earshot, he heard Potter ask, "Where do you want me to cum?"
"Inside!" Ginny cried out like a filthy whore. Ron swore he would get his revenge. He walked back to Neville and found that he hadn't waited for him. Huffing in annoyance, he went into the shop to find his wayward friend.
Red Light District
Harry palmed Ginny's ass tightly and released inside of her. Her cute little gasps of delight turned him on even more. The way she squirmed around his cock made it feel even better as he pumped her full of his seed. When he was empty, he slipped out of her and set her down on her feet. Ginny leaned against the wall to catch her breath. "That … was … brilliant," she said between breaths.
"It sure was," Harry agreed, pulling up his trousers and buckling his belt. Ginny untangled her panties, stuck her other foot into the leg hole, and pulled them up, covering her bald mound. "C'mon … Your friends are waiting on us," he said. Ginny walked so close to him that their sides were touching. She had a very happy expression on her pretty face, and she didn't complain when he rested his hand on her ass.
Sadly for them, all good things had to come to an end. As the sun lowered on the horizon, they had to return to the castle. Very few complained because of how cold it was outside. Like Ginny, many of the girls still wore very sexy and revealing outfits to Hogsmeade. When he asked her about it, Ginny told him that most female clothing had Warming Charms enchanted into them that automatically activated once it reached a certain temperature. The students of Durmstrang were already used to temperatures much colder than the ones in Scotland, but the French students certainly were not. They were from southern France, where it was much warmer. Fleur often complained about the shitty weather, which amused him to no end.
Toward the end of the trip, Ginny left with her friends to do some last-minute underwear shopping, leaving him alone. Harry was quickly able to spot Fleur's silvery blonde hair fluttering in the breeze, and he joined her and Hermione for the last hour of their visit.
Walking back to the castle, Harry was sandwiched in the middle of the two lovely girls. "So, your day of shopping was a success?" Harry asked as he carried two loaded shopping bags in each hand. ("Are you crazy, 'Arry?! You cannot shrink enchanted silk!" Fleur looked scandalized when he asked why they didn't shrink the shopping bags.)
"It was," Fleur smiled beautifully. "I convinced 'Ermione to buy some very sexy lingerie," she teased the bushy-haired bookworm. Harry looked at Hermione, who was blushing deeply.
"Is that so?" Harry asked in a sing-song voice. Hermione blushed even harder. "I hope you'll give me a fashion show soon," he joked. He really wanted to see what she had bought.
"Stop teasing me!" Hermione whined and smacked his arm, which made both him and Fleur laugh. By then, the wind was growing stronger, and the girls' hair was whipping against their faces. They were walking very closely to him to siphon off as much of his body heat as possible. The wind was so strong that they didn't hear the sound of pained yelping until Ron Weasley ran past them. "I SAID MAKE WAY, YOU LOUSY GITS!" Ron nasally howled while waving his hands over his head. All three stopped short.
"Did Ron just run by with a bat hanging halfway out of his nose?" Hermione asked, blinking in confusion.
"Did 'e also 'ave a swarm of bats circling 'is 'ead and attacking 'im?" Fleur chortled. Harry snorted in amusement.
"Seems our dear Ronald Weasley has fallen victim to Ginny's famous Bat-Bogey Hex," he explained. All three looked at each other, and the girls burst into giggles. They then hooked their arms through Harry's and walked back to the castle.
Red Light District
The following day, Harry returned to Hogsmeade alone. His first stop was the Wizarding Wireless Network headquarters. The workers there couldn't give him very many answers since they didn't really understand how it worked either, but they did give him one good piece of information. The equipment needed to broadcast was available for purchase from the Ministry of Magic. With that information in hand, Harry visited his trusty solicitor.
"Mr. Latliss, a pleasure," Harry greeted the old man as he walked into his office. Mr. Latliss stood up and shook his hand with a friendly smile on his face.
"Indeed it is. Now, what can I do for you today?" he asked, sitting back down behind his desk. Harry took his seat in front of the desk and crossed his legs.
"I'd like a set of equipment to broadcast on the Wizarding Wireless," Harry cut to the chase. Mr. Latliss raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting that.
"Getting the equipment is easy. The broadcasting license is a bit pricey, though," he began, but Harry waved his hand.
"I don't need the license. I just want the equipment," Harry told him. Mr. Latliss just shrugged. This certainly wasn't the strangest thing a client had ever asked of him.
"If that's the case, I can have a new set of equipment in a month or so. They're made on demand, you see," he told Harry. Harry nodded in understanding.
"That'll be fine. I'm not in any rush," Harry said and was about to get up when Mr. Latliss pulled a folder from his desk and handed it to him.
"You'll be happy to know that almost all of the pictures submitted to the Ministry were approved. Didn't I say that greasing a few palms would speed up the process," Mr. Latliss said with a pleased smile. "Only a few of the more … risque ones were declined."
Harry had submitted way more photos than he intended to use on the recommendation of his solicitor, so having a few denied wouldn't hurt him one bit. Mr. Latliss also recommended making a somewhat sizable donation to the Ministry to help speed things up. Harry had gone one step further and outright bribed the head of the Employment Restrictions Office. He was glad to see that it had worked. Many of the photos he submitted for review probably wouldn't have passed the inspection otherwise. Harry's photos had walked the line between R1 and R2 like a tightrope.
"That's brilliant!" Harry exclaimed happily. He thought it would take at least another month before he heard back from the Ministry. Now that he knew how fast he could expect approvals, he planned on adding more photos as quickly as possible.
"All you need to do is select whichever approved photos you want and send them to your printer," Lenny stated. Harry smiled happily.
Red Light District
"So … What do you think?" Hermione asked with a slight blush on her pretty face. She stood in front of Harry's bed wearing a cherry-red silk nightgown that didn't fully cover her crotch. Any time she moved, he caught a quick glimpse of her taut, hairless lips tucked between her soft thighs. Harry was on his back on the bed, already naked. His hand was firmly wrapped around his erection, and he was slowly stroking himself while visually feasting on Hermione's sexiness. Her neckline was low, showing off the tight valley between her perky tits. Hermione's nipples were already hard, and he could easily see the bumps in the sleek, shiny material. She had on only a modest amount of makeup, which was the way he preferred her. Hermione was naturally pretty, and she didn't need very much makeup to amplify her beauty. He noticed that her eyes were firmly planted on his cock as she watched him masturbate to her sexy body.
"I think you look dead sexy," he honestly stated. Hermione beamed happily while her cheeks pinkened further. "Turn around and show me the back," he said. Hermione didn't hesitate. She was reluctant to tear her eyes away from his perfect cock, but she relented, slowly spun around, and showed him what she was working with.
"Fleur picked this one out," Hermione quickly added. "She bought one as well."
"I look forward to seeing it on her," Harry said as his eyes moved up her shapely calves to the backs of her smooth thighs. Harry loved the healthy paleness of her skin. The bottom of her butt cheeks were just out of view. "Lift the back of it up."
Hermione looked over her shoulder at him while she grabbed the hem of her nightgown. Holding the hem with her fingertips, she eased it up her bottom until her naked ass was on display. Harry's hand began to move faster while he stared at her cute, heart-shaped bottom. "Come lie down with me," he told her. Hermione dropped the back of her nightgown and climbed onto the bed. She crawled over to him and stopped by his side.
Harry moved her body until both of them were on their sides. Hermione was directly in front of him with her ass pressed against his naked crotch. He hiked the bottom of her nightgown up until her entire lower half was uncovered. Thrusting his hips, he slid his cock between her cheeks and thighs and slowly began to fuck her thighs. Hermione's pussy was very wet and burning hot. He heard her gasp sexily and whimper as his length sawed back and forth against her pussy.
"Seeing you in this red nightie has given me an idea," Harry told her as she squeezed her thighs together tightly, intensifying the pleasure she was providing to him.
"What's your idea?" Hermione gasped as his shaft was dragged against her naked slit. Her pussy lips were spread open and practically slathering the top of his shaft with her juices.
"I was thinking of having a few select girls take some Christmas photos for some Limited Edition cards," Harry told her while laying soft kisses along her shoulder. The thin strap of her nightie had slid down her shoulder, leaving it bare. Hermione trembled from his slow, steady thrusting and kisses.
"For next Christmas?" she asked in confusion. Harry angled his thrusts, and the head of his cock mashed into her hard, swollen clit. Hermione's body bucked, and she moaned in pleasure.
"Possibly this Christmas," he told her. "Everything's coming together much quicker and easier than I had anticipated. The first batch of photos has already been approved. The candy makers are already producing and enchanting the chocolates. The finished stock is being kept in magically-expanded Stasis boxes until I'm ready for them. The packaging company I hired is printing the small boxes as we speak. I sent the photos to the printer earlier today, and they'll begin production as soon as tomorrow," Harry explained.
"That fast?" Hermione asked as her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly. "Oh! That feels really good, Harry. Keep doing that," she said in a shuddering breath as the top of his cock rubbed against her clit.
Harry blindly reached behind him and grabbed his wand. When he moved it in front of her, Hermione already knew what he was going to do, and she dutifully opened her legs. Harry waved his wand, and a thick, oily lubricant squirted out of the tip and covered her pussy and his cock. Hermione reached between her legs and grabbed his cock. Her small hand stroked him over and over, rubbing the lubricant into his skin while he put the wand away. Hermione was about to close her legs and trap his cock between her thighs again, but Harry placed his hand on her leg and stopped her.
"Yeah, things have worked out well so far. If it keeps on working, I can have at least a decent supply on the market before Christmas," he told her while placing the head of his cock against her back hole. Hermione bit her lower lip cutely as his head brushed against her hole. Once in position, Harry slowly thrust forward and slipped the head into her. Hermione whimpered cutely as her asshole was stretched around his massive penis. He had one arm around her belly and one hand between her legs. He massaged her pussy while easing himself into her from behind. "What do you say, Hermione? Will you be my sexy Mrs. Clause?" Harry teased her.
Hermione's eyes fluttered, and a pleasured moan escaped her mouth. The sensation of him fucking her in the ass while his fingers toyed with her drenched pussy was almost too much to handle. Then, two of his fingers slid between her lips and penetrated her. Hermione squealed into the pillow. "If y-you want me t-to," Hermione stuttered as the first mini orgasm of the day hit her beautiful body. By then, Harry was thrusting at a steady pace, sending sparks of naughty pleasure up and down her spine.
Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and as the silky material of her nightie lightly brushed against them, Hermione wished there was another girl in bed with them that could suck her aching nipples while Harry claimed her ass and manhandled her throbbing pussy. That thought was quickly pushed from her mind when Harry began fucking her harder and faster.
"You're going too fast!" she choked out in a gasping voice. She didn't want to cum too quickly. Hermione liked it when he slowly worked the orgasms from her body. Unfortunately, her body didn't agree. Pussy juice flooded his hand, and her insides squeezed his fingers tightly. Her asshole was puckering around his manhood as he jackhammered in and out of her. The whole room smelled of sex, a scent that Hermione had grown to love. When Harry's thumb began rubbing her throbbing clit, her eyes went wide, and she squealed through an intense analgasm.
Outside of his room, two girls were passing by as she came hard around his cock. They looked at each other before bursting into a giggle fit. Being familiar with Hermione's voice, they knew exactly who had just came. The girls went back to the Gryffindor Common Room to spread the juicy gossip among their female friends.
Chapter 27
Harry was getting nowhere on his idea of creating a magical television, not that he expected to. A project like this would take a lot of time and research. On his desk was a pair of omnioculars that he was studying. The device was similar to a pair of muggle binoculars. The magical version, however, could replay small scenes captured by the lenses. This was the feature he was most interested in. How could the device record and replay, and could he replicate it? That was a question he wouldn't be able to answer any time soon. Harry checked his watch and cursed. Grabbing his bag, Harry quickly left his private room.
Red Light District
"Sorry for the extra lesson today," Bellatrix apologized as she stood in front of the female class. "But as you know, the school will be holding the Yule Ball in less than a month. It occurred to me that not every girl knows how to dance properly, so I wanted to give you all the opportunity to learn. If you already know how to dance, take this opportunity to brush up on your skills. Harry has informed me that Misses Bones and Abbott have been teaching him over the last few months."
Susan and Hannah blushed in embarrassment at being named by the teacher.
"So here's hoping he'll be an adequate dancing partner," she added and looked at him. Harry rolled his eyes.
They had all met in a much bigger classroom than their normal one. As such, they had plenty of room to dance without banging into a wall or desk. Bella turned on some appropriate music and pulled Harry onto the makeshift dance floor. "Alright, Harry … Let's see your moves," she said, and they began dancing.
Dancing with Bella was nice, Harry thought as they stepped in unison and spun when appropriate. Her dress was form-fitting and low-cut, so he had a difficult time not looking down at her expansive cleavage. When the song ended, Bella broke free and turned off the music.
"Acceptable," was her grade of his performance. "It could be better, though. You'll get plenty of practice during our ongoing lessons," Bella told him. She had dancing lessons planned for every other day until the ball. "Now … Let's begin!" she called out.
Alicia Spinnet was the first to join him on the floor. She paired the other girls up so that they weren't just sitting there and wasting their time. The experienced girls were paired with the girls who needed the most help. The next song was slow and mournful-sounding, so Harry had Alicia practically pinned to his front. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and his hands rested on her flared hips. Alicia's pale cheeks were flushed pink as they slowly danced.
"You smell good," Harry complimented her as he nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his nose. Her arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, and she tightened them further, pulling him even closer.
"It's my new perfume," she told him with a soft, pretty smile. "My mum sent it to me. She bought it in Paris," she added.
"She has good taste," Harry smiled back as they danced with the rhythm of the music. "I haven't had any alone time with you lately," Harry reminded her. "You should get into contact with Hermione."
Alicia blushed massively but looked pleased nonetheless. "I suppose … if you want me to …" she said as Harry's hands "accidentally" slipped down to her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, making Alicia squirm against his body. Harry tilted his head and kissed the side of her neck. He felt her shudder against him.
"More dancing, less groping," Bella instructed, putting an end to their fun.
The next dance was with Padma. The music was a bit faster, so Harry was able to twirl her around, which made her giggle. "Have you found a date for the ball yet?" Harry asked her as he played with her soft curves. Padma always loved it when he stroked her hips. She nodded happily.
"Anthony Sigmund asked me and his best friend asked Parvati," she told him. Harry looked at her in confusion.
"I've never heard of him," he responded.
"He's a sixth-year in Ravenclaw. I'm not surprised that you haven't heard of him. He's pretty shy and quiet most of the time," she explained. Harry nodded in understanding.
"You'll save me a dance … won't you?" he teased. Padma smiled cutely and nodded.
"Of course!"
"You don't think Anthony will become enraged with jealousy?" Harry teased her further.
"Not if you behave like a gentleman," Padma teased back. Harry's hand slipped underneath the back of her sweater, and he gently stroked up and down her spine with his fingertips. Padma's breath hitched, and she stumbled ever so slightly.
"Then I guess we're going to have a big problem because I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of you," Harry joked, and Padma blushed.
"Harry!" she whined as he began chuckling. He noticed that she didn't say no.
The lesson continued until he had danced with most girls. The ones he didn't get to that lesson would be first in line during their next lesson. The last girl he got to dance with was the lovely Daphne Greengrass. Sometimes, he caught himself staring at the girl. She was classically gorgeous, and if she were taller, Harry thought she might have decided to become a supermodel. Harry preferred her current height, though. A full head shorter than him, Daphne always fit so perfectly against his body when they enjoyed their bedroom activities. Her dark hair and pale skin were so dramatically contrasted that it made her beauty even more stunning. Even when they danced, their bodies fit together perfectly.
"Hey, Daph," Harry smiled at the beautiful girl as she stepped up.
"Harry," she smiled in response, and Harry slid his arms around her slender waist when the music started.
"I can't imagine a girl of your upbringing would need dancing lessons," he commented. Sure enough, Daphne was the best dancer he had had during the lesson. She glided around perfectly and never had a misstep. Her skill even made him feel like a better dancer.
"I've had lessons since I was very young," she said as she played with the hair on the back of his head. His trousers immediately began to tent in the front. "It's a must in my family."
"Watch where you're stepping, or you'll crush her feet!" Bella's voice rang out. Harry and Daphne turned in her direction and saw Bella instructing several girls who clearly weren't as talented as Daphne. Daphne snorted in amusement.
"By the way, your photos got approved recently, so the first batch should be out in time for the Yule Ball," Harry said, staring into her eyes. Daphne raised an eyebrow.
"I thought it would take longer," she replied. Her fingers were now tickling the back of his neck. Daphne knew how to get his motor running. Harry shrugged.
"Good things tend to happen when you grease the right palms," he simply stated. A knowing smile formed on her pretty face.
"That's a very Slytherin way of thinking. Good for you," she said with an approving tone. Harry moved his hands down her sides and over her hips.
"I have the gold. Why not use it to my advantage?" Harry couldn't help but peek down the top of her dress. Her perky breasts were bouncing slightly with every step they took. He fought the urge to rip her dress off and take her right there on the dance floor. Bella probably would disapprove if he had. Daphne nodded at his comment. "Speaking of gold … Have you spent all the gold you made from the photoshoot?" Harry asked her.
"With the upcoming ball, I had more expenses than my allowance could handle. I had to write my father to ask for a bit more," she said, pulling a face. "No doubt he's going to lecture me on the topic of money management again."
Harry guessed that Daphne was a girl who loved to spend. She was always dressed nicely, and he rarely saw her wearing the same thing. In fact, excessive spending seemed to be a common trait among the girls of Hogwarts. Maybe he wasn't being fair to them, he thought. With the Yule Ball coming up, everyone was spending more than normal, even the boys.
"Would you like to earn a bit more gold?" Harry broached the subject. Daphne's expression quickly perked up.
"By doing what, exactly?" she asked him as they spun to the music.
"Another photoshoot. With the cards coming out near Christmas, I think having some holiday-themed cards in the first run is a good idea," he said quietly. Daphne smelled incredibly, and without any conscious effort, his face edged closer to hers, and he lightly kissed the side of her neck. Daphne giggled and squirmed in his grasp. Her breasts rubbed against him, and his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers. She moved her head slightly to give him more room. Harry eagerly took advantage, and before long, he was nipping and sucking on her delicate skin. Her hands gripped the hair on the back of his head, and Harry wasn't sure if they were still moving. Bella could still be heard in the background giving the other girls some helpful suggestions.
"I suppose I might," Daphne said before letting out a sexy gasp when he kissed under her chin. "The same amount as before?" she asked, and Harry knew she was talking about the amount she would be paid. He nodded while his hands cupped her shapely cheeks. His lips moved down to her throat, and he heard her moan.
"Alright … You've convinced me," she said, and Harry kissed up her jaw until he reached her lips. Daphne's lips parted, and she invited him in. Harry hummed in delight as he kissed the gorgeous girl, but sadly, their fun was interrupted by the clearing of a throat. They looked at Bella standing there with her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised. "Sorry, Professor," Daphne apologized as her cheeks turned flaming red. Bella snorted and went back to the other students.
"You got me into trouble!" Daphne whined as they started dancing again.
"Yeah, but it was worth it," Harry stated with a goofy grin. Daphne huffed and fell back into rhythm.
"You're incorrigible," was all she could say. Harry chuckled and went back to exploring the curves of her lower body.
"Just so you know, I'm only asking a few girls to model for the Christmas cards, so please don't spread it around. Otherwise, I'll have dozens of girls asking to be on them as well. I don't have time to take that many pictures. I need to get the photos approved quickly and sent to the printer," Harry explained. Daphne agreed with his request.
"That makes sense. The girls in this school can be very competitive," Daphne wisely said. 'Just imagine how jealous they'll be when they find out I was chosen and they weren't,' she mentally stated with a large amount of satisfaction. Though she didn't want to admit it, she was just as competitive as the other girls. She tried her best to be a cut above all the other girls, and the fact that Harry had chosen her as one of only a few really stroked her ego.
"It's not only competitiveness," Harry said. "If they find out about another round of photoshoots, they'll want the extra gold. I'm not sure if you've noticed it, but the girls in this school spend gold as fast as they get it. During the last Hogsmeade trip, there wasn't a girl without a fully loaded shopping bag in her hand. Many had two bags. One girl was lugging around five!" Harry stated with incredulity. Daphne couldn't help but giggle.
"It is a talent many girls possess, but you must understand that many of them have very little gold. You paid well for our pictures, and suddenly, having ample spending money was an opportunity too tempting to pass up. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll have a lot of them asking to model again. There's really no other opportunity to earn gold as a student," Daphne explained.
"I suppose you're right about that. Anyway, meet me in my room after class tomorrow, and we'll get the pictures done before dinner," Harry told her, and Daphne agreed.
Red Light District
Fleur was messing with the camera when someone knocked on the door. Harry got up from his desk and answered it. "Hey, Daphne," Harry greeted her and invited her in.
"Hey," she replied and looked around the room. The room looked mostly the same as the last time she had been there. The only difference was the area in front of the fireplace. There were tasteful Christmas decorations around the fireplace and three large stockings hanging from the mantel. A white, shaggy rug was on the floor in front of the fireplace. She guessed that this was where the pictures would be taken. Daphne then turned her attention to Fleur.
Every time she caught sight of the Veela, Daphne would get annoyed. It wasn't fair that a girl could be that beautiful, Daphne thought. That sentiment was especially true that day. Fleur was wearing a red, silk babydoll that did nothing to hide her considerable assets. Just like the last time she had her photos taken, Fleur appeared to be the one who would take them. Daphne jumped slightly when a hand touched her shoulder. She spun around and found Harry with a red bra and panty set in his hand. "Here you go," he said, handing them to her. "You're going to be solo at first, and then we'll take some of you and Fleur together. Is that okay?" he asked her. Daphne nodded and gave her consent.
"We're going to shoot it right here?" she asked, pointing at the rug.
"Yeah. I want to give it a festive look. Go ahead and change," he told her and returned to his desk.
Daphne sat on his bed and removed her shoes and socks. She then stood up, reached behind her back, and unbuttoned her skirt. It slid down her thighs, and she kicked it off her foot. Her blouse was then unbuttoned, and she shrugged it off her shoulders. With only her bra and panties on, she looked over at Harry. He was busy reading over a letter, which slightly disappointed her. Daphne wanted his eyes on her. Soon after, Daphne fully stripped down and put on the new set of underwear. Harry had an incredible knack for picking clothes that fit her body perfectly. The panties were quite small and lacy. If she had had any pubic hair, it would have been visible through the front of them. Looking at her breasts in the mirror, she saw that the new bra offered little protection as well. Her nipples were visible through the tightly-meshed lace fabric. The bra was also small and showed off the majority of her cleavage. "Let me check your makeup," Daphne heard from the side.
"Sure," she replied to Fleur. She and Fleur weren't particularly close since they barely had any contact with one another, but she found the French girl pleasant enough … if, of course, you didn't count the jealousy over her stunning good looks. As Fleur added a small amount of blush to her cheeks, Harry joined them and whistled appreciatively.
"You girls look great!" he complimented them with a happy smile. Daphne smiled back as his eyes roamed down her breasts and over her smooth legs.
"Merci!" Fleur giggled and grabbed the large camera. "Are you ready to begin?" she asked him.
"Yep. Let me just get the lights," Harry replied. He then flicked his wand at the fireplace, and it burst into flames. He then lowered the lights in the room. Daphne had to admit the change in lighting gave the whole scene a much more intimate feel. Fleur then aimed the camera at the empty set and studied the scene.
" 'Arry? Can you move the Christmas tree a little further away? I want to see only a small portion of it at the edge of the photos. Otherwise, it will pull the attention away from us," she said, turning the camera to the side to study it in portrait view. Harry nodded and levitated the tree and fake gifts underneath to the side until Fleur was satisfied. Then, they got down to business.
Harry happily watched as Fleur instructed Daphne on how to pose. His eyes were constantly switching between Daphne's perky breasts and the bottom of Fleur's butt cheeks which weren't fully hidden by her short babydoll lingerie. Unfortunately, he was forced to look away when Fleur called out to him.
"What was that?" he asked, not hearing what she had just said.
"I said give me the Santa hat," she repeated herself and held out her hand.
"Oh," he lamely replied and grabbed the two Santa hats from the top of his desk. He handed one to her, and Fleur leaned in and gently placed it on Daphne's head, taking care not to ruin her hair.
"Perfect!" Fleur chirped happily. "Now, Daphne, sit on the armchair and cross one leg over the other … and lose the bra," Fleur ordered. Like a good model, Daphne didn't question her vision. She simply reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It went slack on her chest, and she pulled it from her feminine shoulders. Harry watched eagerly as her breasts were exposed. Daphne was clearly worked up from all the intimate modeling. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, Harry reckoned. Daphne did as she was told, sat down on the thick, comfy armchair, and crossed her legs. "The other leg," Fleur corrected her as she grabbed one of the fake, wrapped gifts from under the tree. She then placed it on Daphne's lap. It was just large enough to cover her nipples from view, though plenty of cleavage was still visible. A few dozen pictures were taken before Daphne stood up and dropped her panties. Fleur then ordered her to lay on the rug on her side.
From Harry's angle, he could see her damp slit pressed tightly together between her thighs. From Fleur's, all the good parts of her were hidden from the camera's view. Daphne, of course, looked amazing lying there naked while wearing only a Santa hat. Her arm was covering her breasts, and her thigh hid her smooth mound. Her bare hip would inform everyone that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Daphne was a natural at modeling. Every expression she gave was sensual. "Alright … You take over," Fleur suddenly said, holding out the camera for him to take. Harry took the camera, and Fleur immediately grabbed the hem of her babydoll and lifted it over her head, revealing her completely nude body. Her big breasts spilled out the bottom and merrily jiggled around, tempting him with their sexiness. She smirked when she realized that he was unapologetically checking her out. She blew him a kiss and giggled before snatching the other Santa hat from his grasp. Putting it on her head, she got on the rug and sank to her knees.
Fleur crawled behind Daphne and wrapped her arms around her. One arm covered Daphne's nude tits while the other snaked around her slim belly. "Keep your thighs closed," Harry told Daphne for the sake of the photos, though in reality, he wanted her to do anything but. Fleur rested her chin on Daphne's bare shoulder and shot him a sexy look. Harry took the next set of photos with a raging erection.
Red Light District
"These photos are going to come out really good," Harry said as he placed the camera on his desk. He felt Daphne come up behind him. Fleur had to go back to her school's carriage to change before dinner started. Daphne rested her lips against his shoulder.
"You think so?" she asked as her arms slipped around his waist from behind. Harry turned around and found that she hadn't put her clothes back on.
"How could they not be?" Harry teased. "I had two of the sexiest girls in school straddling each other." Daphne smiled up at him and ran her fingers down his forearm. She liked it when he complimented her looks. She then reached lower and groped his groin. Daphne giggled when she felt how hard he was.
"I'm glad you liked it," she smiled sexily at him while massaging his throbbing cock through his trousers.
"Daph …" Harry groaned, and she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand between her legs. His fingers found her wet folds, and he began playing with her clit. "We've only got ten minutes before dinner."
Daphne gasped and shuddered as his fingers rubbed between her lips. Two of his fingers then entered her and curled in a way that felt really good to her. "We better hurry then," she teased and pulled away from him. Daphne walked to the bed, swaying her hips the entire time. Her heart-shaped ass bounced from side to side while her cheeks jiggled wonderfully. As she crawled onto the bed, she put her Santa hat back on and looked over her shoulder. She then wiggled her ass and reached between her legs. Two of her fingers spread her lips apart, revealing her pink insides to him. Unable to refuse such a request, Harry quickly disrobed and joined her on the bed. He didn't waste a second. Both of them moaned when his thick cock spread her lips and sank deep within her. Her walls were incredibly snug and warm, and he could feel them jerking his cock. Daphne was obviously already close to orgasm. "Fuck me fast and hard," she ordered while pressing her chest against the bed.
Harry did just that. His hands gripped her hips roughly, and he began thrusting like a man possessed. Before she could blink, her cheeks were clapping against his hips as he furiously thrust into her. Daphne whimpered into the bed and gripped the sheets tightly as Harry shaped her pussy to better fit his impressive girth. When her pussy began making wet noises, Daphne couldn't stop the blush from creeping to her cheeks. The sounds were extremely lewd, and she wondered if the other girls were just as embarrassed by them as she was. Professor Lestrange told them that they shouldn't be. She said that men liked the sound of a wet pussy being fucked. It made them feel more manly knowing the girl they were fucking was getting wet for them. With her future as a high-class whore practically set in stone, Daphne wondered if she would get wet for other men as she did with Harry. She never got as wet for the other boys she had been with. Her thoughts were momentarily cut short when Harry angled his thrusts and pounded against her g-spot. Daphne's back arched violently, and she cried out as her pussy clamped down on his pistoning cock. It only took a few more thrusts before her pussy began milking him of every drop of cum he had.
Chapter 28
"So … Have you decided on a date yet?" Harry asked Hermione as he fucked her from behind with long, deep thrusts. Hermione's knees were wide apart, and her cheeks rippled with every impact. He brushed the hair from her back, revealing a plain of perfectly smooth skin. Her skin felt incredibly soft as he ran his hands up her back before gripping her shoulders. Harry thrust into her harder, making her squeal in pleasure as fucked her even harder.
It was only a week before the Yule Ball, and everyone without a date was scrambling to find one. Harry had asked McGonagall if he could take two girls to the ball, but she bluntly told him to choose one and stop being an idiot. The girls decided it was best if Harry took Fleur since she was a Champion and needed to open the ball with the traditional Opening Dance. Hermione wasn't hard up for a date, though. Harry had released the first wave of cards, and as expected, they were wildly popular with the school's male population. Surprisingly, they were even somewhat popular amongst the girls. Hermione confessed that more than a dozen boys asked her to the dance after their release. It wasn't shocking now that everyone knew what she was hiding under her clothes. The cards were being sold in most shops in Hogsmeade, but he had also supplied the Weasley twins with a healthy stock. Harry didn't have the time to sell them in the castle, but the twins were more than eager since they would receive a percentage of the profits from every pack sold.
Hermione wasn't the only girl gaining more attention. He had never seen the boys so girl-crazy. Fleur was being asked to the ball at least half a dozen times daily. The girls didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, they reveled in it. Lavender Brown absolutely loved the attention. She especially seemed to enjoy politely declining the myriad of offers by proudly stating that Neville Longbottom, Champion of Hogwarts, had already asked her to be his date.
"I told Viktor Krum that I would go with him," Hermione squeaked over the squelching of her soaked pussy. Her small hands were tightly gripping the bed's covers as she desperately tried not to cum too fast. Her confession surprised him slightly.
"Krum?" Harry asked. "I didn't expect that," he added. He obviously knew that Viktor had been her date in his other life, but this Viktor hadn't shown any interest in her … at least none that he readily saw. Hermione's pussy tightened around him, trapping him within her silky embrace. Harry let go of her shoulders and gently slid his hands down her sides. Hermione violently shuddered as he tickled every one of her ribs. His palms moved over her slim waist and widened around her flared hips. Her wet pussy was contracting around his cock and practically sucking him off. Hermione pulled her face from the pillow and turned her head, laying the side of it back on the pillow. Her beautiful face was pink from exertion and embarrassment.
"I was going to reject him at first since we have nothing in common, he doesn't speak English very well, and I don't find him all that attractive. He was really nice, though, and I kind of felt bad that his legs were so badly injured during the First Task … So, I decided to say yes," she explained.
Harry ran his hand over one of her rippling cheeks and brushed his thumb over her asshole. Hermione gasped loudly while her hole puckered. Hermione was right about the injury. It looked really bad from what he was able to see. Harry just hoped that he would be able to play Quidditch at a high level again. "Will he be able to dance?" he asked her. "He is a Champion, after all."
"His legs are way better now, and he walks with only a slight limp. He says that they will hopefully be fully healed by the time the ball rolls around," she moaned, squeezing him with her pussy. Harry massaged her asshole and pulled out until only the head was still inside of her. Streaks of her white cream smeared the length of his shaft, and Harry quickly slid it back in, drawing another pleasured moan from her. Leaning over, he kissed her between the shoulder blades while his hand snaked between her legs. His fingers quickly found her hard clit, and he started rubbing it. He moved his fingers around the hardened nub, causing her hips to buck. "Ohhh!" Hermione squeaked as her orgasm began, and her body trembled.
"He's not trying to steal you away from me, is he?" Harry teased, fucking her slowly while her cumming pussy attempted to milk the cum from his balls. Her tight pussy felt amazing as it clutched his shaft and didn't want to let go. Harry was almost lying on top of her as he continuously thrust into her. He moved her hair from her face and started sucking on her earlobe. Hermione's pussy was wildly fluttering around him. He knew all the ways to make her cum harder. "I don't know what I would do if I were denied your tight, little pussy," he teased her again.
Hermione couldn't answer him. Her body was betraying her as her orgasm hit new heights. All she could do was choke out pleasured squeals while Harry slowly fucked her. Her pussy had done a good job getting him where he needed to go. Harry groaned and pulled out. As soon as he did, a line of hot cum streaked across her bare back. He pumped his cock over and over, painting her flawless skin with his seed. Once he was empty, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and spanked her on the bottom. Hermione didn't bother rebuking him. She was too busy trying to catch her breath. Harry grabbed his wand and flicked it at her back. The lines and globs of cum disappeared, leaving her back bare once again. Unable to help himself, he reached between her legs and stroked her arousal-slickened pussy. Hermione squealed and bucked.
"Give me time to recover, you git!" she squeaked, rolling onto her back. She was no longer the shy girl she was in the beginning. Hermione didn't even try to cover herself. She proudly displayed her perky breasts and smooth mound. Her taut lips were shiny with wetness and puffy with arousal. Harry dropped down next to her and grabbed her around the waist. He flipped her over until she was lying on top of him. Hermione blushed deeply as she stared into his eyes. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his skin. His fingers acted on their own, threading through her thick, brown hair. Hermione leaned down and kissed him before resting her head on his chest. "As for Viktor trying to steal me, I'm quite happy where I'm at, thank you very much," she confidently stated. Harry rewarded her by palming her ass. His fingers trailed up and down between her cheeks. His cock rapidly re-inflated and rested against her damp slit. His entire room smelled of sex. Truth be told, there hardly was a time when it didn't. There was a constant stream of girls coming and going, ready to be or had just been fucked by him.
She then pushed herself into a sitting position and straddled his waist. Reaching down, she took hold of him and eased him back into her opening before slowly sinking onto him. Hermione smiled sweetly at him as she began to roll her hips.
Red Light District
After a few days of careful watching, Harry discovered that the boys cared way more about the cards than the chocolate. Sure, the chocolate was a tasty treat, but what they really wanted was the sexy pictures. He made a mental note to possibly have three cards per pack instead of just one. For that, he would need a lot more pictures. It was something to think about.
Harry was quickly wrangled into a meeting with the twins. He invited them to his private room to talk.
"You weren't kidding, mate. Those bloody things sold out in less than a week!" George told him, carrying a heavy sack full of coins.
"You're going to have to bring us some more. We're losing sales here," Fred delightfully complained, carrying a second, equally heavy sack. They dropped the sacks down on his desk with two loud thumps. "With the Yule Ball happening, none of the older students are going home this year," he said.
"And since there won't be another Hogsmeade weekend until after Christmas, the poor, horny lads of this school won't have anything to spend their hard-earned holiday money on," George added. Harry chuckled at their exuberance. Fred and George truly were great businessmen.
Harry opened a sack and found it filled mostly with Sickles, though a few Knuts were scattered throughout. "Good job, guys," Harry praised them. "I didn't know they'd sell out that fast, or I'd have supplied you with more."
"The cards practically sell themselves. Even George and I have a nice little collection going," Fred admitted.
"Did you already take your cut?" Harry asked, closing the sack. George nodded.
"Ten percent, as agreed," he replied. Harry knew he could trust them to hand over the correct amount of cash.
"Good," Harry nodded. "Any problems or complaints from the buyers?" he asked.
"Not really," Fred told him. "Just the ones you would expect. They want a larger variety of cards and their favorite girls on them."
"I'm already planning to work on that," Harry assured them. "Anyway, I'll Floo the warehouse and have more delivered."
"Get them here as fast as possible. You've got to take advantage when demand is high," Fred wisely stated.
Red Light District
Ronald Weasley was not having a good day. He was currently giving his best mate the cold shoulder. Ron thought that some girl would have realized what a catch he was and asked him to go to the ball by now. Unfortunately, they were too stupid to see the truth, and he wasn't confident that a girl would figure it out in the next few days. This put him in somewhat of a pickle. If a girl didn't ask him to go to the ball very soon, he would have to go stag. Ron shook his head. The thought was simply unthinkable. He could already imagine the number of boys who would take the piss out of him. 'Malfoy would be first on the list,' Ron sourly thought.
Of course, he could always suck it up and ask a girl himself, but why should he? He was clearly a prime choice, and any girl would be lucky to go with him. Some would say he was just too scared to ask someone, but Ron found that laughable. He wasn't scared of anything. Sure, when Potter turned his gaze on him, he would immediately turn the other direction, but that wasn't out of cowardice. Ron was just afraid that if push came to shove, he would end up getting expelled for putting Potter in the Hospital Wing … or an early grave. No, Ron was anything but a coward.
Early that day, Ron spoke with Neville and ordered him to talk to his date, Lavender, and make her convince Parvati to take him to the ball. Parvati wasn't physically his type, but she wasn't that bad. Sure, Parvati had a pretty face, but Ron liked his girls busty and wide-hipped. He deserved the best, after all, but just this once, he reckoned he could make do with a lesser girl. Annoyingly, Neville outright refused.
"I'm not asking Lavender that," Neville stated, looking at Ron like he was crazy. "Besides, Parvati already has a date for the ball. One of the Durmstrang boys asked her."
Ron's face turned red like a tomato, and his cheeks puffed up indignantly. "Well, tell her to dump him!" Ron spat. "She shouldn't be going with a foreigner anyway!" Neville just shrugged his shoulders like he didn't care.
"She can go with whoever she wants," Neville factually stated. "And if I remember correctly, you asked Fleur Delacour like three times before she told you to bugger off. She's a foreigner," Neville reminded him, trying hard not to laugh when remembering Ron being rejected multiple times. Ron's ears were as red as his hair. He definitely didn't want to be reminded of that. His hands balled into fists, and his arms trembled. Neville Longbottom was cruisin' for a bruisin'. Thankfully, he was able to take a deep breath and calm himself before he did something Neville would regret.
"Whatever," Ron nearly snarled. "If you don't want to help your best mate, that's fine. I'll just tell Hermione that she's going with me," he said, turning to walk away.
"She's already got a date," Neville piped in as Ron took his first step. Ron stopped immediately but didn't turn around. "With a foreigner," Neville humorously added. "She told me yesterday."
Ron's hands were trembling badly now. Hermione had a date? How could this be? Was Neville lying just to take the mick out of him? Hermione had always been so mousey and plain. Who would want to date her? Yeah, she recently began looking better, and she was just getting to the point where he might consider fooling around with her … if she was lucky, but that didn't change the fact that she was still a major bookworm who spent most of her time studying. 'It's probably because of those damn cards,' Ron inwardly growled.
Every boy in Gryffindor now had a small collection of those cursed cards, and they were very keen to show them off to one another. Ron didn't partake in that crass and unsophisticated behavior. He was beyond it. Of course, he conveniently forgot that he didn't join them because he didn't have the money to buy any. To remedy this, he went to his twin brothers, who just happened to be the ones selling them, and politely demanded that they give him a few dozen boxes for free. Needless to say, they declined, and he mentally suppressed the part where they hexed him and caused his nose hair to grow down past his knees. Even though he didn't have any cards of his own, he looked through Neville's growing collection and quickly found Hermione's card. He couldn't stop the front of his trousers from tenting at the sight of the erotic picture, and he quickly found that he wasn't the only boy in school who found her pictures pleasing.
There were even rumors of cards where Hermione didn't have any clothes on at all. For some reason, Ron absolutely fumed at the thought. Why was she showing off her body to the boys in school like some toothless Knockturn Alley whore? The answer was, of course, Harry Potter. He had Hermione wrapped around his finger, and Ron was the only one to see this. He was certainly the only person to care. No one else seemed to mind. Even his sister, Ginny, proudly told her girlfriends that Harry had already agreed to let her model for him after her next birthday. Ron snorted. 'As if I would ever let that happen,' he told himself. No, he would mention to his mum, and she would surely put a stop to it. After his last hexing by Ginny, he wasn't eager to confront her about this issue. Hermione and Ginny weren't the only girls to fall under his spell.
Even though they never talked openly about the particulars of their disgusting, private class, the girls of his school were quite open about their affection for Potter and his body. Ron's face twisted when thinking back to some of their conversations. Most of them were about his supposedly impressive size and his talent when using it. This made him burn with jealousy. It should have been him who was chosen to lead that class. Ron would wager any amount of gold that he was more talented than Potter. Unfortunately, he hadn't found a girl who was willing to put his theory to the test. Potter was a curse to this school, and someone needed to stop him. However, that needed to be put on the back burner for now. He currently had other problems to deal with.
After hearing Neville's words, Ron slowly spun in place. A humorous smirk was stretched across Neville's face, and Ron desperately wanted to slap it right off of him. "She told you?" he slowly asked, and Neville nodded in return. Why had she told Neville and not him, Ron wondered. He knew they hadn't been hanging out lately, but he was still supposed to be her number-one friend. "Who?" Ron asked dangerously.
"Who asked her?" Neville asked for clarification. Ron silently nodded. He didn't like the stupid smile on Neville's face.
"Quidditch superstar, Viktor Krum," Neville chirped with amusement, seemingly happy for her. Those words were like a dagger to his gut.
"Krum?" Ron asked in confusion, completely shocked. "Viktor Krum?"
"Yep," Neville happily replied. "So there's no point in asking her. If you want a date, I suggest you hurry up and ask someone. Most of the girls our age and over probably have dates already, but I'm sure there are some third-years who would jump at a chance to go to the ball," Neville told him before leaving him to his thoughts. After hearing that Hermione was going to the ball with his idol, Viktor Krum, Ron wasn't listening to anything he said. He didn't even notice when Neville walked away.
Ron was nearing apocalyptic levels of fury. Why would Hermione agree to go with a foreigner actively competing against her school? Then it hit him. Krum only asked her to try to get information on Neville! He couldn't let this stand. He needed to talk to her immediately. Images of Hermione thanking him, agreeing to dump Krum, and asking Ron to take his place as her date filled his head. Ron left Gryffindor Tower to try and find his wayward friend.
Red Light District
The feminine moan made Harry smile into Pansy's neck. He had the Slytherin pinned against the wall while his hands kneaded the soft skin of her ass. "No panties?" he teased as his fingers crept between her cheeks and brushed over her naked genitals.
"Not today," she moaned again as Harry nipped at her skin. Pansy's fingers were threaded through the hair on the back of his head, and she pulled him closer. Harry's thigh was between her legs, and Pansy didn't even try to pretend that she wasn't grinding on it. His trousers would probably end up smelling like Pansy's wet pussy for the rest of the day, Harry figured. He didn't mind, though. The scent of her wet cunt made him horny as hell, and he was about a second away from pulling her into an empty classroom for a bit of spontaneous fun-time when Hermione walked by. She didn't see them since he had pulled Pansy into an alcove that was partially hidden behind a statue of a three-eyed wizard. Harry was just about to claim Pansy's lips when he saw Ron pass by with a obviously angry look on his face. Harry immediately broke free of Pansy's grip.
"Hey!" she complained, clearly not happy that their moment had ended prematurely.
"Sorry, Pansy, but I got to take care of something. Why don't you come by my room at eight tonight so we can spend a little time together?"
Pansy huffed and pulled her skirt down from around her hips. She then began fixing her hair. "Fine," she relented. "I suppose I can wait until then," she said before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Harry happily kissed her back before smacking her on the bottom.
"I've gotta run. I'll see you tonight," Harry said and quickly left the alcove. By then, Ron was a short distance away, with Hermione even further. Harry began walking in their direction at a quick pace. When they turned the corner, Ron had nearly caught up to her.
Harry knew that Hermione could handle herself, but he didn't trust Ron. The boy was mean-spirited, jealous, and delusional. He also happened to be mentally unstable, which was a dangerous combination. Harry wanted to make sure nothing happened to her. As Harry reached the corner of the T-section, he heard Ron call out to her. "Hermione!"
Harry stopped around the corner from them and listened. "What is it, Ron?" Hermione asked, not sounding particularly pleased to be talking to him.
"What's this I hear about Krum taking you to the ball?" he angrily asked.
"It's exactly as it sounds," Hermione answered back. "He asked me to go, and I said yes," she confidently stated.
"Well, you're going to have to call it off," Ron demanded.
"Oh?" Hermione asked in a tone that Harry knew very well. Ron was very close to receiving an epic tongue-lashing. "And why is that?"
"Krum doesn't really want to go with you. Why would he? He can have any girl in school. He's just using you to get to Neville and …" Ron began explaining but was cut off.
"Excuse me?!" Hermione dangerously asked, her voice sounding a little higher than normal. When her voice raised an octave, Harry knew something bad was about to happen. "What did you just say?" she hissed.
"And you need to stay away from Potter from now on. I mean it, Hermione. I don't know why everyone's too dumb to see he's using them … including you. He's nothing but trouble."
"Ron …" Hermione said slowly and scarily. "Take your hands off my waist." It seemed Ron was too wrapped up in his self-righteous rant to hear her.
"You don't need to worry about finding another date for the ball. I'll let you take me and …"
As soon as he heard Hermione tell Ron to take his hands off of her, Harry made himself invisible and stepped out from around the corner, wand in hand. However, he didn't need to worry about teaching the redheaded git a lesson. As he stepped into the open, he saw Ron's body lift up off the ground as Hermione's foot connected with his groin. Ron let out a high-pitched whimper before immediately collapsing onto the ground. He rolled into a fetal position while clutching his pearls with both hands.
"You better not ever tell me what to do. Do you understand me?" she snarled. "I'll be friends with whomever I want, and right now, that doesn't include you," she hissed, shooting him one last dirty look before walking away with her head held high.
Hermione passed him by, not seeing him. As she turned the corner, Harry walked over to Ron who was still in the fetal position. He was choking out what sounded like cries of pain. His face was redder than he had ever seen. Harry desperately fought the urge to hurt him some more, but in the end, he refrained. Hermione had done a pretty good job of that already. All he could do was shake his head and hope that Ron was able to pull himself together before he ended up friendless and alone.
Harry went back to his room and waited for Hermione. She always came to his room when she was angry or upset. Sure enough, a half hour later, she walked in without knocking. Harry pretended like he wasn't expecting her. "Hey, Hermione!" he smiled. He could see that she still wasn't in a good mood. "You okay?" he asked, standing up. Hermione shook her head.
"Ron was being a git again, but I handled it," she told him, placing her bag onto his desk.
"I'm sure he deserved it," Harry simply said as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Hermione certainly didn't tell him to stop touching her. Instead, she hugged him back and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry kissed the top of her head and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. Hermione stayed there for a few minutes until she exhaled loudly and broke the hug. She smiled at him sweetly.
"You're very pretty when you smile like that, you know?" he complimented her. Hermione blushed slightly.
"You really think so?" she asked, playing with the hem of her skirt. Harry nodded.
"I think you're the prettiest girl in school, smiling or not," he teased. Hermione's blush darkened, and she looked pleased. She began squirming in place.
"You know, Harry … We have a little time before dinner starts …" she shyly stated. Harry didn't need to be told twice. He scooped her up into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Hermione squealed happily, and Harry was on top of her before her body stopped bouncing.