Red Light District (Ch. 45)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Red Light District

Chapter 45

The third task of the Triwizard Tournament was rapidly approaching, and Harry had dangerous work to do that could not risk even a small chance of discovery. He apparated to the graveyard at Little Hangleton and landed in cold, frosty grass just after midnight. The whole village was asleep, and the only sound was a distant dog barking. Harry checked the area with a keen eye and then took out his wand and started his task.

Over the next few hours, he moved between the crumbling headstones, etching runes into each marker with the tip of his wand. Harry didn’t need to be precise with his workmanship, which he was grateful for. He worked from the shadows and moved fast and steadily. His dark cloak was wrapped tight around him to protect against the chill. His nerves were steady, though he cautiously kept his head on a swivel. He had done a hundred risky things since entering this strange reality, but this one really took the cake. 

He paused at the grave of Tom Riddle Senior, took a deep breath, and then knelt to gouge runes deep into the stone at the base of the marker. The runes glowed a faint blue before vanishing from view. Harry double-checked his work and made sure the trigger for the runes was securely in his pocket. Voldemort would expect an easy ritual, but Harry planned to make it hell.

He glanced over his shoulder, half expecting Wormtail or Voldemort himself to appear behind him. A branch cracked behind a yew tree, and Harry spun with his wand ready, but it was only a fox slinking past. He let out a shaky breath and went back to work. He finished the last cluster of runes at the foot of the Riddle family plot. Harry then smeared wet dirt over the runes to cover his work. He didn’t expect Wormtail or Voldemort to examine the headstone too closely, but still, he was cautious. 

As he stood, Harry risked a last look around the graveyard while his heart thumped loudly in his chest. The night was dark and silent, and luckily, no one came to investigate. Satisfied with his work, Harry vanished and reappeared on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. He vanished the mud from his hands and checked the time. It was nearly three in the morning. All he wanted was a hot shower and a few hours of sleep in a nice, warm bed. 

He hurried over to the Shrieking Shack and used the secret tunnel to get into the castle grounds. Harry kept to the shadows and slipped through the grounds unseen. He crept into the castle, and even though he didn’t have a curfew thanks to being Bella’s assistant, he still moved as quietly and sneakily as possible. He eased into his private bedroom and immediately spotted someone in his bed. 

Ginny was waiting in his bed, snuggled under the covers. She looked up at the sound of his entrance, and her eyes glinted with happiness at his arrival. 

“Finally! I snuck in here hours ago,” Ginny said. “What took you so long?”

“I had some business to take care of,” Harry said, undressing. He was about to hop into the shower when Ginny pulled the blanket off her. She was completely nude. She bit her lip cutely while spreading her legs. Her bald pussy slightly stretched open as she spread her legs wide. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her tight, little slit. 

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come join me?” she teased. Harry supposed that he could get some sleep tomorrow night. He jumped into the bed and squirmed between Ginny’s spread legs. She squealed in delight as his lips attacked her hard nipples. 

Red Light District

Harry had a meeting with Fred and George planned, and the two redheads were already waiting for him at their favorite table in the back of the Three Broomsticks. The room was full of laughter and shouting from off-duty witches and wizards, but the twins were hunched over a thick stack of parchment, plotting some scheme or another. George had a mug of butterbeer in hand, and Fred was twirling a sickle between his fingers. When Harry came up, both of them grinned.

“Harry! Just the man we’ve been waiting to see!” Fred called out, and he slapped the seat next to him. “Sit, sit. We’ve got your cut ready.”

Harry slid into the booth and was careful not to knock over the pile of Chocolate Frog wrappers on the table. “What’s the news?” he asked, trying to sound casual even though he was dying to know how his little card project was doing. As a new businessman, collecting sales data was an absolute must. 

George tossed a brown bag onto the table, and it landed with a loud jingle. “Your share for this week’s sales,” he said, looking quite pleased. “We had to start converting the Sickles into Galleons because our bags are too small.”

Harry opened the bag, stared at the small fortune, and whistled. “That’s not a bad haul for one week.”

Fred leaned in. “We restock every morning, and by noon we’re cleaned out. We had to hire a seventh-year just to manage our stock room. People are trading and selling them in the corridors, Harry. Even the professors are getting in on the action!”

“Yeah. Don’t tell anyone, but Flitwick actually bought the Limited Edition Bellatrix card we’ve been holding onto. You know … The one where she’s doing the upside-down splits? Twenty-five galleons!” George exclaimed.

Harry grinned and chuckled. “That’s brilliant. I’ve got an idea that should help with the supply problem.”

Both twins leaned forward with the same look of greedy delight on their freckled faces. “Do tell,” said Fred.

Harry reached into his satchel and pulled out a bundle of card packs that he had made as a test. “I’ve been taking more photos than I can use, so I started making these.” He fanned the packs out on the table. “There are ten cards to a pack, but no chocolate. There are only cards inside.”

George’s eyes went wide. “That’s a good idea. The chocolate frog is nice and all, but no one really cares about that.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that everyone only really wants the card,” Harry said. “The frogs are just a bonus. With these, we don’t even need to worry about the chocolate. It’s actually the production of the enchanted chocolate that’s slowing everything down. Without the chocolate, I can pump these out much faster. I’ll still produce the chocolate frog card packs for those who want them, though. In fact, I’ll have exclusive cards in the chocolate frog card packs. That way, everyone will still have to buy them if they want the cards inside.”

For a second, both twins were silent as they worked it over in their brains. Then Fred smacked his palm on the table. “Brilliant, Harry! Absolutely bloody brilliant. Make ‘em double dip! We can charge even more for the packs of ten cards,” he said, examining the card packs. 

“You guys can keep these packs. Open them up and give me your honest opinion. I’ll make changes if necessary,” Harry said. Before he could even get the last word out, the twins were tearing into the packs and examining each sexy card with great scrutiny. Harry rolled his eyes and went to get himself a Butterbeer from his favorite busty barmaid. 

Red Light District

Harry walked into the prefects’ bathroom with his bag in tow. He then spent the next few minutes messing with the camera so it would catch every little shine off the water. The tub was already full, and the surface was covered in white, foamy bubbles. Professor Sinistra was already waiting in there. She sat deep in the hot water with her hair tied up and her sexy body hidden under the bubbles. Only her knees, her collarbones, and the tops of her shoulders stuck out. She just smiled, put her arms on the edge of the tub, and pushed her chest up through the foam, so her tits were on full display.

He started taking pictures as he walked around the big tub. Aurora posed like she was a professional. She pressed her arms together under her tits, and the bubbles ran down over her brown skin in thick white streams. Her dark nipples poked through the foam, and Harry could see that they were already incredibly hard. Sometimes she looked down shyly, and sometimes she smirked and blew bubbles at him. Harry knew it was all an act. She was putting on a show for the camera. 

“Try tipping your head back,” he said. She stretched her neck and bowed her back. Her round, perky tits rose into the air, and Harry got the shot he wanted before her nipples became exposed by the dripping suds. Harry took a few shots from different angles, then told her to put her right leg up on the rim. She did it, and her smooth, soapy thigh shone in the light. She crossed her other ankle over it in a casually sexy way.

She saw him staring, laughed, and stuck her foot out toward the camera. “Get my good side, Harry,” she said.

“I will as soon as you stick your ass out,” Harry teased her, which made her laugh. 

“Cheeky git,” she said, flicking bubbles at him. 

Harry wiped the lens with a towel, and he went back to shooting. He told her to put her arms behind her head. She did it, and the pose pushed her tits up and out of the bubbles so her nipples sat there with only a thin layer of foam on them. She sat up a little higher and moved her hips, and the bubbles slid away, showing more of her stomach and the smooth mound above her pussy. Harry took as many photos as he could, since he now needed to produce so many more cards.

She kept changing positions, and continued to get sexier and sexier. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and she hugged them so her tits squished tight between her arms. She turned on her side, stretched out, and rested her cheek on the rim. She then let her hips float up until her ass came out of the water. Harry kept clicking as she rolled onto her stomach and showed off every luscious curve. He told her to shake her tits, and she did it. Her big tits bounced around, causing the foamy suds to drip off. 

“Can you put your leg up on the rim again, but arch your back this time?” Harry asked. She smiled naughtily and did what he said. The bubbles stuck to her wet, glistening skin. Harry was having a hard time repositioning. His damn erection kept getting in the way. 

“Like this?” she asked in a sexy voice.

Harry nodded, and he took a bunch of quick shots before lowering the camera. “That’s perfect,” he said, and she smiled proudly. She ran her fingers up her thigh, parting the bubbles and showing off her smooth leg. Then she got on her knees in the tub, so her whole top half came out of the water. Soap ran down her sides and over her big, full tits, and they jiggled when she moved.

She got bolder. She leaned forward, and she pressed her tits together. Aurora then lifted them so they sat on the rim. She shaped the foam into little peaks right on her nipples, and then she dropped her hands, letting her tits rest there. Harry snapped some quick shots, and soon, the bubbles melted away so her dark nipples stood out stiff and proud. Harry made sure to get a few shots of that. Aurora caressed the soapy valley of her cleavage and jiggled her tits in her palms. She even stuck her tongue out at him once like she was about to take a creamy load in her mouth, and she laughed when his cock jerked in his trousers.

“Let’s do a couple more while you are on your knees. I want to get one from the back.” Aurora didn’t hesitate. She sat up straight, put her hands on the edge of the tub, and stuck her ass out. The soapy water ran down the small of her back and pooled right above her crack. Then it ran between her ass cheeks and into the tub. Her thighs opened a little, and the bubbles barely hid her pussy. 

“Look over your shoulder at me and give me that look … like you know what I’m thinking.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. Her lips were slightly open, and her eyes were half shut. The way her skin glistened, and the way the soap ran down her back and ass was incredibly arousing. Harry clicked the shutter. 

“Sit up straight on the edge for me,” Harry told her. 

Aurora did so without asking questions. Water sluiced down her body as she lifted herself and sat on the edge. Harry put his hands on her knees and pushed them open. A shiver ran through her. The bathroom was drafty, and the chill hit her wet skin and made her nipples tighten even more. Her breasts were heavy but incredibly perky. He scooped a small amount of bubbles onto each nipple and shaped it into a little white peak. Harry then placed the smallest amount of bubbles possible onto her slit, careful to leave the plump outer lips of her pussy and the smooth curve of her mound completely bare. The rest of her gorgeous body was slick and gleaming. The contrast between her light brown skin and the white bubbles was cock-hardening.

“Hold that pose,” he exclaimed, raising the camera.

The flash went off, and Aurora tossed him a cheeky grin. She tipped her chin, pulled her bun free, and tossed her hair so it spilled over one shoulder. She bared her throat and arched her spine until her tits thrust forward. Harry circled her, shooting from every angle while she kept her legs open and her hands locked on the tub’s edge. Every click of the camera made her pussy wetter. She parted her lips and let out a breathy moan. 

“Is this what you wanted?” she purred. “Or do you need a closer look?”

Harry’s eyes stayed on her while he worked the camera. He zoomed in tight on her thighs, on the glistening slit peeking out from under that bubble cap, and on the swollen clit just starting to show. “I’ll definitely take you up on that tonight,” he teased. He lowered the camera after a dozen shots and gave her a nod. “Perfect. Thanks, Aurora.”

“Did you get all the shots you needed?” she asked in an amused voice.

He nodded, unable to stop looking down at her nude body. “Yeah. More than enough. You’re a natural.”

She shrugged like it was nothing. She reached for the towel he held out, but she didn’t cover up as she got out of the tub. Bubbles clung to her, and they dripped down her legs as she walked over to him completely naked. He could see that her pussy was slick with more than just water. She took the towel and dropped it onto the floor in front of him. Aurora then dropped to her knees and fished out his cock. All Harry could do was smile as she took him down her throat. 

Red Light District

Harry had set up his makeshift laboratory in a forgotten classroom on the fourth floor, far from any wandering prefects or gossipy ghosts. Heavy black drapes covered the windows, keeping out the moonlight and all but the most insistent drafts. He double-checked the wards on the door before he began. He wasn’t taking any chances … especially with a potion like this one.

He worked carefully, even as the cauldron’s contents threatened to foam over the lip. Thick, emerald smoke billowed upwards and churned into angry, swirling clouds that clung to the ceiling. Harry blinked back tears from the foul stench and quickly put a Bubblehead Charm over his head. He didn’t even want to know what would happen if he breathed it in.

He’d started this batch over a month ago, following the precise steps from a nasty book he had found in the Restricted Section of the library. Every ingredient was rare, expensive, and highly illegal. It was the type of potion that might get him expelled if anyone found out. The main base was a lethal blend of wolfsbane and dragon bile that had been thickened with asphodel and stabilized with a single drop of Veela blood.

He peered over the rim of the cauldron and watched the potion settle into a viscous, glimmering sludge. The surface hissed and popped like it was ready to explode at any second. Harry took a long wooden spoon and stirred in a counterclockwise pattern, counting out the seconds under his breath. Then, with utmost caution, he dipped a ladle into the mix and portioned it out into a row of heavy glass vials. Each vial had a steel cap. Nothing less would do. Ordinary corks would dissolve instantly, and then there’d be nothing to keep the vapor from escaping. He kept his hands steady as he poured. The glass vials were balanced in a special rack lined with soft wool. The whole process took nearly an hour. By the end, his arms were trembling, and his shirt clung to his back with sweat.

When the last vial was capped, Harry vanished the residue from the cauldron and used a strong tergeo spell to wipe down every surface. He vanished the used ladle and the stained stirring spoon, then scoured the stone floor three times for good measure. He’d even brought a bottle of powerful potion cleanser for the job. Once he was done, there wasn’t a trace of his presence. It was like he’d never been there at all.

He packed the vials in a magically reinforced wooden box that was charmed against breakage and theft. He tucked the box into the bottom of his bag, removed the various wards from the door, and left the classroom the same way he’d come in. He walked carefully down the corridor. His green eyes scanned every alcove and shadow for signs of movement. If the twins or Hermione or any of the girls figured out what he was up to, they’d badger him for a week straight. He liked them, but sometimes he preferred to keep his own secrets. This was a secret he had to keep. Knowing was too dangerous. 

As he made his way back through the castle’s twisting staircases and corridors, Harry let his mind wander over his plan. After the Third Task, Voldemort and his entire retinue would be caught flat-footed. The rune-carved headstones would set the party off with a bang, and the potion bombs would only add to the fun. 

He was halfway through the fourth floor when he spotted a familiar shock of red hair up ahead. Ginny was heading in the opposite direction, talking to another girl in her year. 

He slid behind a suit of armor and waited for her to pass. He held his breath and listened for the sound of her footsteps. Ginny’s voice floated back to him. She was complaining to her friend about the fact that she couldn’t earn some spending gold by posing for Harry until next year. Her friend wholeheartedly agreed and added that all the girls who did pose for Harry were strutting around like they owned the castle. Ginny, of course, agreed with her take. Harry couldn’t help but smirk. He waited until she was gone, then slipped out and hurried down the flight of stairs.

Harry snuck through the darkened corridors and eventually made his way out of the castle. He took the secret passage into the Shrieking Shack, where he hid the box under a loose floorboard. With the evidence of his crime safely hidden away, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and made his way back to the castle and up to his private room. 

He let himself in and saw that Hermione was already in bed. She was reading a thick book with a ribbon bookmark. She wore nothing but an oversized Quidditch shirt, and her bare legs were hidden under the sheets. Only the topmost of her creamy thighs were on display. Her hair was a bit damp from the shower she had obviously just taken. 

“Are you done for the night?” She didn’t look up from her book. Her tone was casual, but Harry could hear the desire and hope in her voice. She wanted him to stay here with her. Harry was more than happy to oblige. 

He shut the door behind him and tossed his bag onto the desk. “For now. I have to sneak out again early in the morning to have a meeting with my solicitor.”

Hermione closed her book and set it on the nightstand. “I’ll cover for you,” she said. “But you know, you promised me a reward if I kept Fleur from snooping into your business too much.”

“And you’ve been very good about that,” Harry smirked and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out, pulled the blanket down, and ran his hand up her thigh, stopping just below the hem of her shirt. “Do you want that reward now?”

Hermione smiled, and her cheeks flushed pink. She bit her lip and nodded, and her eyes darted down to the bulge in his trousers. “I want you to use me in any way you want.”

Harry leaned in and kissed her, making her moan into his mouth. She melted against him instantly, and her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she pulled him closer. He slid his hand up under her shirt and cupped her bare breast. He felt her nipple harden against his palm. He brushed each finger over the stiff nub, and Hermione gasped into his mouth. 

She pushed him back and then climbed into his lap, straddling him so her thighs pressed tight against his hips. She ground down and rubbed herself against his cock through the thin fabric.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Harry teased while caressing her smooth, warm thighs. Hermione smiled cutely and arched her back. Harry cupped her tits and squeezed, making her mewl and grind even harder. 

He pulled the shirt over her head, exposing her pale skin and naked, perky tits. She shivered in the cool air, and her nipples became hard enough to cut glass. Hermione leaned forward, pressing her tits against his chest as she kissed him again. He ran his hands up and down her back, caressing her sides, hips, and ass. She broke the kiss, nipped at his jaw, then moved to his ear.

“Do you want me on my knees, Harry?” she asked, sounding very aroused.

He nodded, and she slid off his lap and knelt between his legs. She undid the fly on his trousers, freed his cock, and stroked it slowly while teasing the tip with her tongue. “Good girl,” Harry said, and Hermione’s eyes sparkled with delight.

She took him into her mouth and slowly bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard as she did. Harry leaned back and groaned as she worked. She’d grown bolder in the last few weeks, but she always looked up at him with a mixture of reverence and adoration, like he was the center of her universe.

He threaded his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth, shuddering as she relaxed her throat and took more of him each time. She hummed around his cock and dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft. After a minute, he pulled her up. 

Hermione wiped her lips and smiled breathlessly. “Did I earn my reward?”

Harry smiled as his eyes danced with mischief. “Not yet. Lie back for me.”

She immediately stretched out on the bed and spread her thighs. Her pussy was already wet and glistening in the dim firelight. Harry knelt between her legs and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. The musky smell of her wet pussy hit him full in the face. He then kissed her thigh again and worked his way up until he reached the scorching heat of her pussy. He slowly licked his way up her slit, making Hermione arch her back and moan.

“Feels good, huh?” he teased.

“Don’t stop,” she begged in a trembling voice.

Harry licked her again and again, lapping up her pussy juice. He massaged her swollen clit with his tongue until she was writhing, and then he slid two fingers inside her and curled them up to hit her sweet spot. Hermione grabbed the sheets with both hands, and she gasped and shook as he pushed her closer to the edge.

Her orgasm hit fast and hard, making her cry out and buck her hips. Harry kept licking and fingering her tight pussy, driving her through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss until she was a shivering, gasping mess. Harry pulled his fingers from her tightness with a wet pop. 

When she finally came down, she lay there with her legs wide open and her wet, contracting pussy on full display, letting him know that she wanted more. Harry quickly stripped naked, intending to give her exactly what she wanted.