Flashing lights and dazzling smiles were on display at the fifteenth annual Twilfitt and Tattings Fashion Show in London. The magical clothing store had exploded in the muggle world with their fashionable designs some forty years ago, and now they hosted a yearly fashion show to unveil their latest and greatest designs. Hundreds of muggles flocked to the event, along with quite a few witches and wizards who no longer looked out of place in a muggle audience thanks to Twilfitt and Tattings' efforts to help them blend in.
A long catwalk stretched down the centre of this massive room while neat, orderly rows of tiered seating were prepared on either side of it. Every seat was filled, and everyone's eyes were on the gorgeous supermodels who were strutting down the catwalk.
Although he'd been offered a wonderful seat in the second row, Harry Potter chose to stick to the anonymity that a back-row seat provided him. No one around spared him so much as a glance, exactly the way he liked it.
Music blared from speakers overhead, some popular muggle tune, that the supermodels coordinated their walks to. They managed to remain perfectly on beat as they moved, showing off their revealing outfits and gorgeous bodies.
As a man, Harry wasn't immune to being aroused by the sights of display, but he'd worked with supermodels long enough to keep his body under control.
"Enjoying the show?" An accented voice sounded off from behind him. "If you can call it that. These women don't have enough talent to pull off those outfits like I could."
Harry didn't turn around. He didn't need to. "Shouldn't you be getting ready? Your finale segment is up next, isn't it?"
The woman snorted derisively. "Please, I could do this in my sleep. I've been training for weeks now. I'm as prepared as can be."
"And what about your outfit?" Harry asked.
"It's already on. Want a preview?"
As much as he wished he didn't, Harry couldn't help but glance back at the voluptuous Fleur Delacour. His one-time rival in the Triwizard Tournament had only grown more beautiful with age. She was twenty-six years old now, still very much in her prime, and the most sought-after supermodel in the entire world. Her fame had put her in the spotlight of muggles, and she seemed to revel in it. Unfortunately, her arrogance and superiority complex had grown because of it.
Fleur was wearing a dark trench coat that covered her from her neck to her ankles. She had a pair of sparkling silver heels on, but that was the only hint as to what her outfit actually was. Her fingers were teasing with the buttons of her trench coat, as though she were considering giving him a peek as to what she had on underneath, but the cruel smile on her lips told Harry that she was only toying with him
"Good boy," Fleur cooed. "Don't worry, you'll get to see it soon when I'm strutting down the catwalk. Be sure to take a photograph of me."
"I didn't bring my camera," Harry replied.
Fleur pouted at him. "Really? The biggest and most celebrated supermodel photographer in years didn't bring his camera? I find that hard to believe."
"It's the truth," Harry shrugged. "I enjoy nights off from time to time."
"Then why are you even here if not to scope out your next gem in your collection?" Fleur scoffed. "It's no secret that Lavender Brown and Daphne Greengrass are both courting you to become their exclusive photographer."
"Any dealings I have with supermodels is my private business," Harry replied. He didn't care to air out his dealings and agreements to anyone who wasn't involved in it, especially to other supermodels given how cutthroat the industry could be. And Fleur Delacour was the most cutthroat of them all.
"Just remember that when you're watching them tonight, I'll still be the star of the show," Fleur said haughtily. "If you want to have the chance to photograph me, the greatest supermodel of our generation, then come by my manor tomorrow afternoon."
Fleur seemed to thrive on trying to get under Harry's skin. She never got a reaction out of him, of course. His two years spent as an Auror had truly taught him how to keep his emotions in check so that nothing could shake him. However, that just seemed to give Fleur a stronger desire to annoy him.
"I'm busy tomorrow," Harry replied, brushing her off.
"Your plans aren't as important as getting the chance to photograph me," Fleur told him. "Cancel them. I'll see you at one."
Before Harry could begin to formulate a reply, Fleur was already strutting away. Women like her always assumed that they'd get their way.
Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts as he looked back to the catwalk. The supermodels from the previous lineup were already gone and new decorations were being put up around the curtains that the supermodels would walk out from. Given the palm trees and beach balls that were being meticulously placed, the director of the show was clearly going for a beach aesthetic.
It took a few more minutes before the music changed to something tropical and exciting. Bass boomed throughout the room as the lights dimmed.
Suddenly, a slab of the stage peeled back, revealing the tops of angelic wings attached to a beautiful dark-skinned woman with a microphone in her hand. She rose up on a platform that filled in the gap on the stage. The crowd began to cheer as she broke into song, and then the supermodels began to come out from behind the curtain.
Harry watched with a certain professional curiosity as he subconsciously timed the gaps in between each supermodels' appearance and how their struts matched the songs' upbeat tempo and playful themes. The women coming out were all underwear models, many of whom Harry had worked with before for various muggle and magical magazines. There were all sorts of styles from cute boy shorts to seductive bralettes and thongs. The designer had done a wonderful job of creating a truly vibrant and distinctive style for each woman. The colours all popped, and the women looked like they were having the times of their lives as they danced and twirled, showing off their incredible bodies. It was nice to have a show be more casual and fun than the stiff and serious looks that so many other shows had been going for.
Although this was a night off for him, Harry loved watching the women move. Seeing the way their bodies flowed gave him countless ideas on how he could photograph them.
What had started as a mere hobby of photographing his past partner had turned into a profession when his ex-girlfriend, Ginny, had told the editor at Witch Weekly about his talents. Harry had been invited to the magazine's studio to perform a photo shoot for Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies. It had started all business-like until Gwenog ended up in nothing more than her Quidditch shirt and a pair of tight-fitting boy shorts. A week later, he'd received a frantic floo call from the editor who told him how wonderfully that week's edition of the magazine had sold and asked if he could come in again to do another photo shoot.
While his relationship with Ginny had eventually come to an end for unrelated reasons, his passion for photography had only grown. He resigned his role as an Auror, recognising that taking down one Dark Lord was enough for a single lifetime, and took on his new role as a freelance photographer with much excitement.
Over the years, he worked with countless witches, and he always had more trying to court him into photographing them for various projects. And one of the more recent requests just walked out onto the stage.
Lavender Brown had truly come into her own after Hogwarts. Her somewhat vapid personality had been replaced with that of a much more sophisticated woman. From the few times he'd spoken to her since Hogwarts, she'd shown off her incredible passion for modelling and her love of travel. That latter part certainly would explain her sun-kissed skin that she was sporting underneath her semi-sheer bodysuit.
Cheers went up as Lavender reached the front of the catwalk and performed a little twirl. The back of the bodysuit was practically nonexistent. Her toned back was displayed beautifully, as were the sides of her breasts that stuck out when she lifted her arms above her head. There was only a thin strip of fabric nestled up in between her plump arse cheeks to help keep the outfit together.
Before Lavender could start heading back, Daphne Greengrass appeared at the entrance to the catwalk. The blond bombshell walked out knowing how good she looked in that strapless red bra that barely contained her impressively-large breasts. A low-rise red thong completed the outfit, letting her long legs and perky arse really shine as she walked down to the front.
Although competition was fierce in the supermodel industry, Harry knew that Lavender and Daphne were actually close friends. As they neared each other, they suddenly sprinted forward and grasped each other's hands before twirling around in perfect unison like a pair of friends dancing beneath the warm sun on a sandy beach. The crowd ate it up, but before their moment could truly build to its climax, Fleur decided to arrive well before her cue if Harry's mental count was to be trusted.
There was only the faintest twinges of annoyance on Lavender and Daphne's faces as Fleur strutted out; they couldn't keep up the look for long without seeming jealous given the way the crowd roared in approval at seeing Fleur's latest debut.
Truly, she was strikingly gorgeous. Crisp, white stockings attached to a garter belt with only a lacy thong to cover her sex made up the lower half of Fleur's outfit, while the top was something near unbelievable. Fleur had a white push-up bra that made her lovely breasts seem even more enticing than usual. She looked like a picturesque bride with her hair pinned up and that bright smile on her lips.
A wash of magic struck Harry as Fleur strutted forward. It was subtle and insidious in nature, and he quickly banished its presence from his mind.
Fleur passed by Lavender and Daphne without so much as an acknowledgement to either of them. She took her place at the end of the catwalk, spinning around to show off the back of the outfit to everyone.
There was a moment where Fleur gazed right up at Harry's spot. Their eyes met, and Harry saw the amusement in hers. She still felt like she was teasing him with this little show.
Honestly, were it not for her arrogant attitude, Harry would've loved to photograph Fleur regularly. The problem was that she knew just how much better she was than everyone else and she let them know it. Even Lavender and Daphne, who were quickly rising up the ranks to match her stardom, weren't in the same league as her yet.
Harry was lost in his thoughts as the show came to a close. All of the supermodels came back out onto the catwalk, moving in a large group one last time with Fleur in the centre of it all. People were on their feet cheering as confetti rained down from the ceiling. Harry took that as his chance to leave early.
Grimmauld Place hadn't changed much in the years that Harry had lived here. It was too big of a home for just him alone, so many of the rooms remained unused. What had changed, however, was the fact that he'd converted the largest sitting room into his own private photography studio. His special camera equipment was sitting there waiting for him. Hermione had worked wonders with a slew of carefully-placed enchantments to allow the latest in muggle technology to work around magic, which was how he had such an advanced setup.
"Should I even bother going?" Harry asked himself as he began to collect his things in a travel bag.
As much as he wanted to turn Fleur down, he'd never photographed her before. She was glorious, even with all of her flaws. He'd be perfectly content merely photographing her without selling the photos to a magazine. Just the act of creating a piece of beautiful art with a sublime subject would be good enough for him.
Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound from the corridor nearby and a faint call of: "Harry?"
Dropping his bag down, Harry casually made his way out into the corridor to find his fireplace alight with a face inside of it.
"Lavender?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I thought that I told you that I need a bit of time to think over your proposal."
"I know," Lavender said emphatically. "But this is important. Can we come over?"
Harry already responded yes before his mind caught up with the fact that she said 'we' instead of 'I'. He stepped back just in time to avoid getting toppled over as Lavender stepped out of the fireplace. A moment later, another figure appeared.
"Hello, Harry," Daphne said with her usual charming voice.
The two women had some rather fancy robes on now instead of the lingerie they'd been wearing before at the show. More than likely there was bound to be some after-party that they were attending soon. Seeing them made his heart beat faster in his chest. He, like many other wizards, had crushes on two of the most beautiful women in the world.
"What's going on?" Harry asked curiously. It was rare that he ever received house calls like this.
Lavender and Daphne met each other's eyes before turning their focus back onto Harry.
"We came to warn you about Fleur," Daphne told him, her striking blue eyes reinforcing the seriousness of her statement.
"She's not as innocent as she might seem," Lavender added emphatically.
"Innocent is one of the last words I'd use to describe Fleur," Harry replied with a dry chuckle.
"At least we're all in agreement then," Daphne muttered.
"We're serious, Harry," Lavender told him. "Fleur doesn't like the fact that you're doing so well in the industry. She doesn't like it when anyone besides her finds any success. Let me guess, she invited you round her house tomorrow?"
"If you know that, then I presume you have a point to make?" Harry replied.
Daphne sighed. "If you go over, she's going to find some way to blackmail you into only being able to work for her. She'll use you up for a few sessions and then leave you collecting dust on the shelf so that she can instead work with newer photographers who she can browbeat into submission. She doesn't want to work with anyone she can't utterly control."
Blackmail? It wasn't exactly a new accusation against Fleur, but no one had been able to ever prove it. She'd even had Aurors round her manor twice to search for any hints of misdeeds, but they'd yet to find anything.
Rather than deny their accusation outright, Harry decided to play along for the moment. They seemed so convinced that the accusation was true that it'd be fruitless to argue the point with them.
"And how is she going to do that to me exactly?" Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I killed Voldemort. The amount of goodwill I have with the Ministry could see them deal with any nonsense Fleur tries to pull."
"She'll trick you into giving into her willingly," Lavender insisted. "She's a Veela, and she knows how to use her powers. How else can you explain how much the crowds love her?"
"Because she's a talented supermodel," Harry pointed out rightly.
"You honestly can't tell me that you haven't felt her allure wash out over you at any event she's been at," Daphne snorted. "Just look at what happened tonight."
So that was what it was. He'd figured that it was some sort of cheering charm or something that Twilfitt and Tattings used to improve the crowd's sentiment. It didn't feel like his past experiences with a Veela's allure had.
"Once you're over at hers, she'll concentrate her allure onto you," Lavender said. "We don't know exactly what she does to blackmail the people she wants to get rid of, but it's not hard to imagine given the lengths she goes to. She could trick you into taking revealing photographs of yourself or penning a threatening letter to the Minister or countless other nefarious things that could get you into trouble."
"I appreciate the warning," Harry replied sincerely. "But I know that I can take care of myself. If Fleur tries anything, I'll be ready to handle it."
"That's not good enough," Daphne told him seriously. "We don't want you getting hurt out of this."
"Because you two both want me to become your exclusive photographers?" Harry asked.
"Because we care about you," Lavender blurted out. "You've done so much not just for the Wizarding World but for our lives as well. You saved me from getting attacked by Fenrir Greyback during the Battle of Hogwarts, and you even put in a good word for me with the executives at Twilfitt and Tattings to give me a shot on the runway."
"I just mentioned in passing that I thought you were doing good work," Harry shrugged. In truth, she'd been on his mind recently. He'd considered calling her up to ask her out on a date, but he'd stopped himself because his best mate Ron had dated her briefly during their sixth year, and he didn't want things to get awkward. Though, he supposed that was a bit of a cop-out given the fact that Ron was married to Hermione now and didn't have any right to complain about who Harry dated.
"And you saved me and my sister during the battle too," Daphne pointed out. "You convinced McGonagall to let some of us Slytherins fight to protect our school, and you stopped Antonin Dolohov from cutting us down and the Dementors from giving us the kiss. We want to work with you Harry, but we'd respect your choice if you decided not to. But what we refuse to let happen is for you to get tricked and hurt by Fleur."
Something tugged at Harry's heart there. It'd been so many years since the war that he'd forgotten about the impact his actions that day had on so many people. He still remembered the Battle of Hogwarts like it was yesterday, and he remembered the terror of nearly seeing Daphne killed. He was one of many men who'd had a crush on her back at Hogwarts, but she seemed so unapproachable that his crush never amounted to anything.
"Look, you're both very sweet for trying to look after me," Harry began. "But I need to confront Fleur one day or another. You know how tenacious she can be. If I refuse to see her tomorrow, she'll just come after me another time where I have less control over the circumstances.
"But—" Lavender tried to protest, only for Harry to stop her.
"I know what I'm doing, and the two of you will have to trust me on that," Harry said. "I'll call both of you over the floo tomorrow after I meet with Fleur to reassure you that I'm alright. Does that sound fair?"
He could see it in their eyes that neither of them were happy with this, but he wasn't willing to budge on this matter. If Fleur really did have a trap planned, it was better for him to spring it now and potentially save others from falling victim to her. If she didn't have anything planned, then maybe he'd get a good photo shoot out of it.
"Alright," Daphne said quickly, nodding her head in agreement. "But you'd better call both of us."
Lavender opened her mouth to protest, but Daphne grabbed her wrist and tugged her back over to the floo. They had a quick, hushed conversation that Harry couldn't truly make out before Lavender finally acquiesced and grabbed a handful of floo powder.
"Thanks for listening to us anyway," Lavender said as she tossed the powder into the flames.
Harry watched with a bemused expression as the two of them left suddenly. He didn't believe for a second that they were going to give this matter up, but he had no clue as to what they were going to try to do to stop him.
He went back to his things and finished packing up his travel bag before heading upstairs to the library for some reading time before bed. He let his body relax from the day's excitement and soon found himself beginning to drift off to sleep.
The grand manor that stood before Harry looked like something out of a fairytale. Its pale stone walls, blue tiled roof, neat hedgerows, and thick patches of ivy growing across various surfaces looked simply divine. However, even that beauty paled in comparison to the woman waiting for him at the door.
Fleur had a bright smile on her lips, but Harry had seen that look from her before. Her chin was raised ever so slightly as she stared down at him from the steps that led up to her front door, like she was looking down at him as something lesser.
"It is so good of you to come," she practically purred at him.
Harry readjusted his camera bag, which was slung over his shoulders. "I have everything I need for the photo shoot."
"Before we get to that," Fleur said lazily as she stretched her arms out. The bathrobe she had on wasn't tied up very securely, so it parted down the middle and revealed the exact same lingerie that she'd had on at the show yesterday. "Was my performance as good as you expected?"
"It was even better," Harry answered honestly. Fleur did have a unique way of commanding the attention of everyone in a room, even without her allure.
"Good boy," Fleur cooed. "That earned you entrance into my home. Keep it up and we'll see what else I might reward you with."
Harry followed close behind Fleur as she led him into one of the most ostentatious homes he'd ever been inside of. The marble floors were polished to a perfect shine, reflecting the many colours of the expansive paintings and portraits that littered the walls. Busts of famous models and fashion designers sat in neat alcoves with plaques detailing their achievements. Honestly, it looked more like a museum than a home, but Harry couldn't deny that it was very impressive.
"I was thinking about a cosy shoot by a warm fire," Fleur commented. "Something… intimate."
"Like your photo shoot with Alejandro last year, right?" Harry asked.
Fleur let out a derisive laugh. "I certainly hope it's nothing like that shoot. Alejandro lacks the refinement and talent to bring out my best qualities. I hope you won't disappoint me like him."
And if he did, what would she do in return? The subtle mood that Fleur was inflecting with her words was making Harry more wary that there may be a kernel of truth to what Lavender and Daphne insinuated about Fleur, if not more.
The room Fleur guided Harry into looked simply pristine. Although her manor was located in England, it had a very French aesthetic to it. Dark wood-panelled walls surrounded him on all sides while an elaborate and surprisingly large fireplace dominated the western wall, roaring away opposite a wall made almost entirely of windows. The natural light shining through would be a great help to make sure that the photographs were as perfect as possible.
While there were a few seating options around the room, they'd all been moved away from the fireplace. Instead, a rich rug was laid down in front of it as well as several thick, fluffy white blankets.
"I hope you don't mind that I've already set the scene," Fleur said, making it clear in her tone that she didn't care about his opinion on the matter.
Things like this should've been up to the photographer to select, but Harry honestly couldn't fault Fleur's choice of location and scenery. She clearly had a talented eye for things like this, and had Harry been here to set things up, he likely would've chosen a very similar layout.
"It's fine," Harry told her. "I can already see the inspiration coming through."
"Good," Fleur said as she shrugged the bathrobe off of her shoulders. Her cat-like eyes were staring at him as her gorgeous body was exposed to the air, hoping to see Harry ogling her the way she clearly wanted to be. To her annoyance though, Harry kept his gaze under control as he started to unpack his camera and the other equipment he'd need.
"Why don't you get set up in front of the fireplace?" Harry suggested. "We can start with you laid down on your stomach with one of those blankets caught up in your arms, hiding your cleavage."
"Wonderful choice," Fleur purred as she laid down exactly as Harry directed. "Should my arse be in the shot?"
Harry regretted glancing up when he saw Fleur wiggling her arse back and forth. His eyes couldn't help but follow those luscious cheeks, and Fleur grinned cockily up at him.
"We'll do some with it in and some without," Harry replied quickly, trying to maintain his professionalism.
"Don't get all nervous on me now, Harry," Fleur giggled. "This isn't the first time you've seen me in lingerie."
No, it wasn't, but it was the first time he'd been in such close proximity to her when she was wearing it. The effect was something else entirely. Every perfect curve of her body was on close display for him, every subtle tease coming from the lingerie made his hands want to uncover her and render her bare for his adoration.
"I'll have the camera set up in a moment," Harry said, avoiding Fleur's statement.
He'd just set up his tripod stand when he noticed Fleur shuffling on the floor closer to him. She crawled forward, her hips swaying perfectly as she ended up right in front of his legs.
"You can't do your job well when you're all worked up, can you?" She asked with those pouty lips of hers. "Want me to make it better?"
The way her words struck his ears sent a rush of blood to his crotch. He started hardening rapidly in his trousers, unable to focus on anything else besides the way that Fleur looked down on her hands and knees in front of him.
"Why don't we just stick to the shoot instead?" Harry suggested.
"Nonsense," Fleur said as she placed a hand on his trousers, moving teasingly up his thigh. "Think of this as a form of advanced payment."
Harry couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips when Fleur finally touched his cock through his trousers. Fleur wouldn't have been the first supermodel that he slept with, and Harry honestly couldn't say that he wasn't tempted given her incredible beauty. Lavender and Daphne's warning from yesterday seemed to retreat to the back of his mind, away from his conscious thoughts.
"You have to tell me that you want it, Harry," Fleur said softly, looking up at him with her big, beautiful eyes.
"I want it," Harry said quickly.
Fleur let out a throaty chuckle. "Good boy."
Harry's mind reeled as Fleur pulled down his trousers and exposed his cock to the air. He knew that he was far larger than average, but Fleur didn't seem dissuaded by that challenge in the slightest. She simply wrapped her delicate hand around his cock as best she could and started to stroke him as she sat up on her heels.
"Mmm," Fleur smiled widely. "What a treat this is."
Harry gasped as Fleur's lips planted a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. Somehow, just that little touch felt even better than being inside of some women.
"Magnifique," Fleur purred as she licked her way along Harry's thick cock. "Such a prime specimen you are. I'll enjoy having my way with you."
It felt as though a trance befell Harry's mind as Fleur opened her mouth and took his cock inside of her. She seemed to have no issue at all bobbing her head up and down his length, even allowing his cock to push into her throat. Her lips were sealed perfectly around his shaft, stopping any droplets of saliva from leaving her mouth as she brought Harry untold pleasures.
All restraint left Harry's body as he grabbed Fleur's head in his hands, letting his fingers run through her hair. He guided her motions, finding the perfect spots for her tongue to slither along the underside of his shaft. She kept sucking hard, taking him deeper and deeper without issue.
When Fleur's throat started vibrating around his cock, Harry thought that all was lost. He nearly shot a thick load of cum straight down her throat, only to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from doing so. Even still, Fleur seemed to know exactly what had nearly happened. That self-satisfaction in her eyes and the smug look she managed to have on her face even as his cock was halfway down her throat was simply unmistakable.
Slowly, Fleur pulled her head back until she popped Harry's cock out of her mouth and started stroking him with both fists. "Don't hold back, Harry," she whispered to him. "Lose yourself to pleasure."
Suddenly, a wave of magical energy crested over him, snapping his consciousness back into place. It was that same magic he'd felt at the fashion show last night: Fleur's allure.
Harry was a man who could throw off even Voldemort's Imperius Curse, but Fleur's allure struck a different, more primal part of his mind. It felt like a seductive whisper, asking him to give into her. In exchange, she'd pleasure him better than he could even begin to imagine. And from the blowjob she was in the middle of giving him, his mind was more than willing to accept that claim as fact.
But Harry refused to give in so quickly. He reinforced his will inside of his mind and fought against the deep instinct he had to obey any command that Fleur said.
"What do you want from me?" Harry asked her through gritted teeth.
"To become my newest plaything, of course," Fleur grinned malevolently at him. "Just think about all the fun we can have together. Imagine how it'd feel to cum inside of my tight, needy pussy. It can be yours, if only you obey."
No, he couldn't! He couldn't give in like this!
But even as he tried to fight against her allure, he realised that his will was beginning to crumble.
His mouth opened, ready to tell her that he'd do anything that she wanted.
He bit down on the inside of his cheek, drawing blood and stopping himself from saying anything.
"Come now, Harry," Fleur purred. "Don't fight it. It'll be so much nicer if you let go of all of your troubles and just focus on your pleasure. Don't my hands feel so good around you right now?"
Merlin did they ever. But he couldn't give in.
He couldn't give in.
He couldn't give in.
He couldn't—
He could give in.
Something inside of him snapped. He gave up.
Harry opened his mouth.
"I—"
The doors to the room burst open as half a dozen female Aurors stormed into the room with their wands drawn. Harry was too out of it to raise his hands in surrender; Fleur's allure was keeping him under her complete control. However, Fleur leapt back in surprise.
"Aurors!" She shouted as she jumped to her feet. "I need your help. Harry tried to force himself on me and—"
"Save it," one of the Aurors snapped. "And shut down your allure! Now!"
The moment Fleur's allure faded from his mind, Harry collapsed to the floor out of exhaustion.
"Harry!" Two familiar voices called out.
In the periphery of his vision, he saw Lavender and Daphne coming sprinting his way. Daphne cradled Harry's head in her lap while Lavender quickly stuffed his erection back into his trousers and zipped them up for him. And through it all, Fleur sobbed in defeat.
"We'll see him back home," Daphne told the Aurors who'd come to his rescue. "Thank you again for trusting us."
"No, we should be thanking you," the leader replied. "We've been trying to catch Fleur Delacour in the act for years now. It was only thanks to your advanced warning that we were able to get here in time. We'll need to collect statements from all of you, but that can wait until tomorrow. I fear that we'll be busy enough scouring this manor for any dirty secrets it might be hiding."
Harry was feeling better now that he had a glass of water in his hand. It'd taken a few minutes for the remnants of Fleur's allure to leave his mind, but once they did, he felt back to his usual self. He was even ready to pack his things back up, but the Aurors insisted that he leave them here as evidence.
"At the very least, let me thank you," Harry said to the Aurors before pointedly looking at Lavender and Daphne. "All of you."
"Think nothing of it, Mr Potter," the lead Auror replied. "You've done more than enough for our country to have some help given in return."
Lavender took Harry by the arm. "Why don't we get you back home?"
"That sounds good," Harry replied. "If you two would like, I'd be more than happy to have you over for supper as a small thanks for saving me."
"We'd love to," Daphne answered for the both of them.
The three of them made their way over to the floo and quickly travelled back to Grimmauld place. As they stepped out of the flames, Harry let out a big sigh.
"Well, I guess it's lucky that I have some backup photography equipment here," Harry said as he stepped away from the fireplace.
"You're really back to thinking about work so soon?" Daphne raised an eyebrow at him.
"I honestly feel fine," Harry shrugged. "As good as ever, really."
"That's surprising," Daphne commented. "I would've figured that you'd be a bit drained by the experience."
"I've got enough stamina to keep me going for a while," Harry replied innocently. "You should see me on my training days."
"Guess that's how Fleur didn't finish you off yet," Lavender joked. "If you wanted sex that bad, you should've just asked us instead of that crazy bint."
Only, Harry recognised immediately that it wasn't a joke. A moment of awkward silence fell across the three of them as Harry soaked in Lavender's words.
Daphne and Lavender were both women that any man would be lucky to have in their lives. They were clever, gorgeous, and driven. And best of all, they weren't arrogant like Fleur Delacour. Harry recognised now with hindsight that Fleur had goaded him into going along with what she wanted, but now that he was back in his right state of mind, he realised that she wasn't the one that he ever truly wanted. He wanted someone who actually cared for him. Or someones.
"I didn't realise—" he began slowly, only for Daphne to take the initiative by grabbing his shirt, yanking him towards her, and planting a delicious kiss on his lips.
"That's because you're too noble to ever recognise attraction for what it is," Daphne said as she pulled away. "Do you really think that it was a coincidence that both Lavender and I wanted you to become our exclusive photographers at the same time?"
"You two want to share me?" Harry raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Obviously," Lavender gushed before grabbing Harry and pulling him in for her own kiss. This time, Harry wasn't caught off guard and returned the kiss instantly.
"So?" Daphne prompted him the moment his kiss with Lavender ended.
A grin split Harry's lips. "Let's take this upstairs to my room."
Before either of them could react, he grabbed their wrists and apparated them directly up to his bedroom. Candles lit instantly as they arrived, setting a gorgeous mood for what was bound to be a wonderful afternoon.
"Finally," Daphne chuckled. "If only you'd done this to us years ago."
"Focus on the present, Daphne," Lavender told her. "We have to show Harry that he's made the right choice here."
Hands started fumbling with the buttons of Harry's shirt as the two women slowly pushed him back onto his bed. They were all giggly and excited as they stripped Harry bare, staring down at his toned muscles with undisguised lust.
Harry's own lust had yet to be sated either. That brief encounter with Fleur had left him pent up with energy that he needed to get out, and he wasn't about to waste time by tearing Lavender and Daphne's clothes off with his own hands—something like that could happen another time. For now, a bit of wandless magic was in order.
Lavender and Daphne both shivered as Harry vanished their clothes off of their beautiful bodies. They reappeared atop his dresser, neatly folded for afterwards.
Harry felt his mouth water as he drank in Lavender and Daphne's forms. Both of them were remarkably buxom. Their breasts were perky and capped with perfect nipples that he so desperately wanted to suck on. Their figures were absolutely perfect with no unnecessary fat on them, and they had cleanly-shaved slits just waiting for him between their thighs.
Lavender planted kisses all over Harry's chest as she pounced on him with a ferocious need, slowly working her way up to his collarbone and then his jaw. Meanwhile, Daphne climbed over top of his lap. Her dripping sex slid across his shaft, as she squatted over top of him.
"Fuck, this feels so big," she said as she continued to grind on top of him.
"Hurry up and get it inside of you then," Lavender whined. "You won the coin toss to fuck him first. I'm already horny enough that I'll tackle you off of him and fuck him myself if you don't get to it."
Harry snorted in amusement. "You two already had a coin toss before you even found out if I'd fuck you two."
"Please, Harry," Daphne said as she raised her hips and grasped his shaft in her hand. She angled the tip right to her waiting pussy. "If you turned either one of us down, I'd have to start wondering if you were into witches at all. It wasn't a matter of if you'd fuck us, it's a matter of when."
"Someone sounding arrogant like Fleur," Harry joked.
"Unlike her, I don't need to use magic to charm men into my bed," Daphne retorted with a smirk. "I only need to do this."
Harry's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Daphne dropped onto his cock. Her silky tight walls wrapped around him so lovingly, but that love turned into lustful, carnal passion as Daphne immediately started bouncing wildly atop his cock. Her arse crashed against his thighs, ringing out noisily and making the bed creak beneath him.
As Harry's mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure, Lavender kissed him soundly. He drank in her sweet taste and kissed her back with so much love and adoration that his head began to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain. He quickly sucked in a deep breath through his nose so that he didn't need to stop kissing her and grabbed onto Daphne's hips as she rode his cock.
The feverish rush with which Daphne rode his cock was nearly unbelievable. She bounced all the way up and down his cock to the point that he nearly slipped out of her a couple of times. Her head hung low in pleasure as she moaned loudly.
"So fucking thick," Daphne said, biting her lip. Despite her incredible skills, Harry could feel her thighs trembling as she tried to maintain this incredible pace. He saw the exact same thing play out with women that he'd been with before; she was going to cum already.
"Quit bragging and just cum already," Lavender complained to Daphne. One of her hands snaked down between her thighs and started playing with her pussy as she watched Daphne with undisguised envy.
"Not yet," Daphne grunted.
That was exactly what Harry wanted to tell her as well. He was enjoying this so much that he didn't want it to stop for even a second.
Daphne shifted herself so that she ended up with her knees on the bed and her hands planted down on either side of Harry's head.
"Move," she told Lavender. "I need to snog him."
Lavender regretfully did exactly what Daphne asked. As soon as she was out of the way, Daphne bent down and kissed Harry hard. Her breasts squished down against his chest, and she kept rotating her hips perfectly to ride his cock. Her range of motion was a bit more limited this way, but Harry was buried too deeply inside of her pussy to care.
Daphne couldn't kiss Harry for long as she needed to suck in air. "How can anyone feel so fucking good?" She whimpered as her thighs trembled even more.
"That's my line," Harry joked as he kissed her neck.
The next time she slammed down on his cock, Daphne stuttered halfway down. Her motions became less smooth as she grew closer to her orgasm, and her walls kept fluttering around Harry's cock as though she was trying to coax his cum out of him.
But Harry, unlike Daphne, managed to hold on. She collapsed onto his chest completely and cried out as she came around his cock hard. Her eyes were locked shut, and Harry just laid there and relished the feeling of her pussy spasming around him.
When Daphne finally regained control over herself, Lavender helped her sit back up, albeit for her own selfish reasons.
"My turn," Lavender told Daphne firmly.
The poor witch was in no state to refuse as she clambered off of Harry. Her body was still trembling a bit from her orgasm, and she just curled up on the bed next to Harry, looking at him with something akin to awe in her eyes.
"I want you on top of me," Lavender told Harry.
"Exactly what I was thinking," he grinned at her. He was getting closer to cumming himself, and he wanted to control the pace of his thrusts when he did it.
So, Harry moved out of the way and let Lavender lie down next to Daphne instead before he climbed on top of her. His cock was soaked with Daphne's juices, but it wasn't even needed given how wet Lavender was too.
"Just fucking take me," Lavender said lustfully. "I want you to make me scream."
"You asked for it," Harry said as he lined his cock up and pushed forward.
Harry pounded into Lavender's pussy as she squealed in delight. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her heels dug into his arse to urge him on to fuck her harder and harder.
"Yes!" Lavender cried out. "Fucking give it to me! I need your cock so badly!"
Her walls clamped down hard around Harry's cock, but that didn't stop his momentum a lick. His hips kept moving faster and faster until he found the perfect rhythm to match with Lavender's body. Seeing her breasts jiggle beneath him as he fucked her made his cock jump with excitement inside of her pussy.
"Merlin, look at him go," Daphne moaned from the sidelines where she was rubbing her clit. "You have no idea how hot he looks when he's fucking you, Lavender."
"I can imagine," Lavender giggled as she stared up into Harry's eyes. "Just looking into his eyes is enough to get me off. But his cock is what makes this amazing."
Harry groaned at hearing these two gorgeous women talk about how incredible he was. He was one of the last people to have an inflated ego, but having supermodels complement anyone would be enough to give them a bit of a big head. He buried his face in the crook of Lavender's neck and started kissing her there as he kept his hips pumping at a rapid pace.
"Oh, Harry!" Lavender cried out as she clutched him harder. Her pussy was trying to squeeze the life out of his cock, but Harry kept at it. He wasn't going to let his beautiful moment slip by him by having it end too soon.
Lavender's moans in his ear urged him on to keep this going for as long as possible. It was hard not to lose himself completely and just thrust away until he was cumming inside of her snug pussy. He tried to distract himself by focusing his hearing onto Daphne's quiet, breathy moans, but that didn't do much to improve his resolve.
He quickly realised that holding on forever was a fruitless endeavour, so Harry switched tactics to make the most out of the time they had left. He pushed his body to the limits as he pounded Lavender down into the bed.
Harry pulled his hips back and kissed Lavender perfectly on the lips as she let out a tremendous squeal into his mouth. In an instant, his world shifted as he felt his orgasm take over everything.
A thick load of cum shot out of his cock and deep into Lavender's pussy. He kept pumping into her again and again, letting loose every last drop until he felt his vision start to get blurry from the overwhelming pleasure. Lavender was clawing at his back as her own orgasm rendered her incapable of thought for several moments, but she soon went limp as her orgasm left her well satisfied.
Breathless, Harry collapsed back onto the bed in between Daphne and Lavender.
"Alright, I'll be both of your exclusive photographers."