Potter Productions: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It was late in the afternoon when Harry and Gabrielle returned to Grimmauld Place. After the photo shoot, they’d gone to lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, done some more shopping and sightseeing, and then had dinner at a Muggle restaurant in London.

Harry relaxed on the sofa with a sigh, his feet aching from all the walking he’d done, while Gabrielle went upstairs to put her things away. He was nursing a glass of Firewhiskey thirty minutes later when she returned. She bounded down the stairs in a pair of flannel pants and a too-small, too-tight T-shirt that revealed an inch of her bare midriff and the distinct lack of a bra. In her hand, she held a small crystal ball about the size of a billiard ball.

“Where is your projector?” she asked.

He pointed to the end table next to the fireplace. On it sat an old-style film projector, the kind that took reels, that Gabrielle quickly picked up and sat on the coffee table.

“What are we watching?” Harry asked.

“Ze film Lavender made,” she grinned.

Harry blushed lightly and took a big sip of his Firewhiskey. They’d picked up a dozen films while they were out shopping, most of which were like Muggle independent films, and he hadn’t expected her to dive straight into the erotica. Or, at least, not while they were in the same room.

Before he could decide whether to object, Gabrielle placed the smoke-filled orb on the pedestal in front of the lens and tapped the contraption with her wand. The reels stuttered as she sat next to him on the sofa, and the lens flickered to life. Light from the lens illuminated the crystal ball. The white smoke inside swirled wildly before suddenly shooting from the top and expanding into a thick cloud. A kaleidoscope of colors flashed along the rounded edges before an image took shape.

Lavender Brown stood in a well-appointed bedroom wearing a thin, pink robe. The camera sat near the foot of the bed but slightly elevated. Grabbing a brush from the nightstand, she ran it through her wavy, dirty blonde hair several times before setting it back down with a sigh. She turned to a full-length mirror next to the bed and ran her hands over her pronounced curves with a contemplative look. Suddenly, her hands tugged at the sash.

Harry swallowed thickly, and his eyes darted to Gabrielle. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she stared at the scene unfolding in the mist. He turned back to the film just in time to see Lavender’s robe fall open. It left a one-inch gap, through which he could see the inside curve of her breast and a small strip of dark blonde hair between her legs in the reflection of the mirror.

Her right hand slipped inside the robe and caressed her flat stomach, exposing a flash of milky white thigh. Slowly, her hand trailed up to her left breast. She palmed it and tilted her head back with a moan. As her fingers flexed, squeezing the large mound, he caught just a glimpse of her pink nipple before her hand traveled back down, and it was covered again.

Lavender opened the robe, exposing herself but blocking the view of the camera in the process. Slowly, teasingly, she shrugged one shoulder free and then the other. She stared at herself in the mirror, cocked her hip, and dropped the robe. It fluttered to the floor, revealing the blonde in all her glory.

Her full, firm breasts hung heavy on her chest, each capped with a long, red nipple. Sliding her hands up her chest, she cradled them, lifted them, and then dropped them. They bounced and rippled alluringly, causing Harry’s erection to surge. His eyes trailed down to her long, muscular legs and paused briefly at the junction between her legs before they left the mirror, and he gazed at her backside. Her bum was full and round, and as she shifted her weight slightly, he caught the briefest outline of her folds.

Harry was so caught up in appreciating her alluring figure that he nearly jumped out of his skin when Gabrielle abruptly leaned against his side. He’d completely forgotten he wasn’t alone. He watched her nervously for a moment, but she never looked away from the film.

“She’s beautiful, non?” she asked.

Harry turned back and swallowed thickly as Lavender cupped one of her breasts and bent down to suck her own nipple.

“Er, yeah,” he murmured.

Lavender backed up, sat on the bed, and swung her legs up to lay on the fluffy white bedding. Sliding her hands down her stomach, she slowly spread her legs open. One knee bent, and she turned her leg to the side, revealing her delicate pink folds. A moan left her lips, and her eyes drifted closed as she spread her fingers to rub either side of her glistening lips.

Gabrielle hugged Harry’s arm, and he was very conscious of the way his bicep was wedged between her breasts. His erection throbbed painfully, forcing him to reach down and adjust himself as surreptitiously as possible.

“I would love to make a movie like zis,” she said in a low, husky tone.

“Really?” Harry asked.

She turned to him with gleaming eyes and flashed a brilliant smile.

“Veela are very open about sex,” she said, turning back to the film. “Many men would like to watch me like zis, non?”

“Er, I’m sure they would,” he replied, desperately trying not to let the images those words played in his mind distract him. “But wouldn’t that affect your acting career?”

Gabrielle frowned cutely.

“You zink so?”

“It would in the Muggle world.”

“It wouldn’t in France,” she pouted. “I weel ‘ave to ask Lavender about it.”

Harry nodded, and they both fell silent as Lavender moaned. She had two fingers buried in her folds. Her free hand squeezed her breast roughly, kneading it like dough and occasionally lifting it up to suck on the swollen nipple. The bedding wrinkled under her body as she writhed from the pleasure she was giving herself.

Her fingers glistened as she pulled them out and stimulated her clit. Both knees bent as she spread her legs wide. The most sensuous moans Harry had ever heard left her mouth, broken up between heavy pants. She took her nipple between her fingers and tugged it harshly, distending her soft, pale breast. Meanwhile, her fingers rubbed so rapidly at her clit that they were almost a blur.

Suddenly, she cried out. Her legs snapped shut around her hand as her whole body trembled. Lavender rolled onto her side, clawing at the bedding while she squealed and spasmed. After several seconds, she rolled back over and stilled, her chest rising and falling sharply.

She seemed to drift off to sleep as the image began to fade. Soon, it turned completely white, and the smoke was sucked back into the orb.

“Zat was beautiful,” Gabrielle smiled.

Sitting up, she kissed Harry on the cheek and jumped to her feet.

“I’m going to go write ‘er.”

Harry sighed as she flounced out of the room and glanced down at the very large, prominent bulge in the front of his trousers.

There was no way Gabrielle hadn’t noticed it.

Blushing, he slipped his hands under his glasses and rubbed his face. Eventually, he sighed again and climbed to his feet. As he made his way upstairs, he debated whether to take a long hot shower or a short cold one.

Two days later, as they were sitting down for breakfast, Gabrielle got a reply.

“Master’s guest has a letter,” Kreacher said.

He thrust the letter at Gabrielle, who took it with a smile.

“Merci.”

Kreacher grumbled under his breath, walked over to the stove, and stirred the eggs aggressively.

“Eet’s from Lavender,” Gabrielle said excitedly as she quickly unfolded the parchment.

“What’d she say?” Harry asked.

“She invited us to ‘er apartment in Diagon Alley.”

She handed him the letter, and he quickly scanned its contents.

“I know where this is,” he said. “Since she’s got the day off, do you want to go after we finish eating?”

Gabrielle stuffed the last bit of toast into her mouth and smiled.

“Feenished,” she mumbled, climbing to her feet as she chewed and swallowed. “I’m going to go get changed.”

Harry smiled and shook his head as she bounded from the room. Half an hour later, they were both dressed and ready to go. They took the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron and then made their way out to Diagon Alley. It was still quite early, and Harry felt it would be rude to show up at her door before ten, so they spent a little time pursuing the shops before eventually arriving at the Apothecary Lavender’s flat was over.

They entered the door on the side of the Apothecary and climbed a narrow, winding set of steps until they reached the third floor. There were two doors on opposite sides landing. Harry turned towards the one on the left and knocked briskly.

“Coming!”

A moment later, Lavender threw open the door and smiled.

“Harry, Gabby, come on in,” she said brightly.

“Thanks for inviting us over,” Harry said as he stepped inside.

The flat was fairly small and longer than it was wide. Past the tiny entryway, cluttered with shoes, hanging cloaks, and an umbrella stand, the flat opened up. To the left sat a kitchen too narrow to fit a table and chairs. To the right was a slightly larger living room, the center of which was dominated by a large, light blue sofa. As Lavender led them inside, he spotted two winged-backed chairs on either side of the fireplace. Against the back wall sat two open doors. One led to a bathroom and the other to a very familiar bedroom.

“Have a seat,” Lavender said, leading them over to the sofa.

She sat down against the arm of the sofa, one leg tucked underneath. Harry took the center, and Gabrielle sat to his left.

“So, you said you had some questions about making erotic films,” she said.

“Oui,” Gabrielle replied. “’Arry is worried zey might affect my acting career.”

“Really?” Lavender asked, turning to him with a surprised look. “But they – Oh! Sorry. I always forget you were raised by Muggles. Magicals don’t view it the same way. I think it’s because the population is so small. If you tried to separate regular acting or modeling from the erotic stuff, you wouldn’t have enough people to do either.”

“Oh,” Harry said. “So, people won’t look at Gabrielle differently?”

“Of course not,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You listen to Molly Weasley too much. Here, let me show you something.”

Lavender got up and disappeared into her bedroom for a moment. There was a bit of rustling and thumping before she returned with a stack of magazines in her arms. When she set them down on the coffee table and retook her seat, Harry saw that it was a stack of PlayWitch.

“Let’s see.”

She rifled through the stack for a moment and then pulled one free. After flipping through the pages, she spread it open and handed it to Harry. Gabrielle leaned over his shoulder to get a look. The magazine looked fairly old, but the busty brunette witch in the photos looked quite young and very attractive.

“Recognize her?” Lavender asked with a smirk.

Harry studied the witch’s face and shook his head.

“She does look kind of familiar,” he admitted.

“She should,” Lavender grinned. “She was our head of house.”

His eyes widened in disbelief, but the moment he looked back at the picture, his brain made the connection.

“Professor McGonagall did PlayWitch!?” he gasped.

“Yep!” Lavender giggled. “So has Celestine Warbeck, Gwenog Jones, Madam Rosmerta, and dozens of others. It’s a great way to make a lot of money when you’re young.”

“I had no idea,” Harry muttered.

“Neither did I until I started looking into it,” she said. “No one really talks about it, but it’s pretty common. Katie’s mum told me about it. She did a shoot back in the day and used the money to buy her restaurant.”

Harry closed the magazine and set it back down on top of the pile.

“And the magical world feels the same way about the films?” he asked curiously.

“Well, I can’t say for sure, but I don’t see why they wouldn’t,” Lavender shrugged. “Of course, if you wanted to make sure witches can do both, you could always start your own production company.”

“Zat’s a great idea!” Gabrielle said excitedly.

“Whoa, hold on,” Harry chuckled. “I don’t know the first thing about film making.”

“So?” Lavender said. “Neither does Ogden, and that hasn’t stopped him. He’s building the only studio in Britain. We could use some competition to make sure we get fair pay.”

“Why do you need ‘im?” Gabrielle asked. “’Arry and I watched ze film you made in your bedroom. Why not just make zem on your own?”

“Oh, you watched that?” Lavender asked, fixing Harry with a knowing grin that caused him to blush. “Well, recording them is easy, but making copies is a lot harder. Ogden is the only one who can make enough to sell, and he charges us an arm and a leg. As for the film making, you can hire people who know what to do. Hannah Abbot writes scripts, and Colin Creevey has some experience directing. All you really need to do is choose who to hire and provide the financing.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” Harry said. “Buying or building a studio, plus all the equipment and employees, would be a big investment. But I’ll talk to Hermoine about getting more projectors. I can at least help you make copies cheaper.”

“Thank you,” Lavender said gratefully. “And I know it’s a big investment, but you could also make a lot of money at it if it succeeds.”

“I don’t really care about the money.”

“You said you were looking for a job, non?” Gabrielle asked. “Why not start your own business? Zat way, you don’t ‘ave to work for someone else.”

“And don’t forget about the perks,” Lavender grinned. “Witches would pay a fortune to see a film featuring the Harry Potter. You could work with any actress you wanted.”

Harry couldn’t help but envision himself filming with the two girls on the sofa beside him.

“Er, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, shaking the thought from his mind.

“Speaking of collaborations,” she continued, “are you still up for a doing PlayWitch shoot with me, Gabby?”

“Oui,” Gabrielle smiled.

“Great,” Lavender smiled in return. “I talked to Marcus yesterday, and he says he has an opening today at eleven. The editor hasn’t agreed to it yet, but I think if he sees the pictures, there’s no way he’ll turn us down. It’s a bit of a gamble, though. We only get paid if they use it.”

“I’m een,” Gabrielle grinned. “But do you mind if ‘Arry comes?”

Harry glanced at her in surprise, and Lavender smirked.

“Fine by me,” she shrugged. “Not like he hasn’t seen me naked already.”

The girls giggled as Harry shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Oh, I’m just teasing you, Harry,” Lavender said, slapping his arm lightly. “Here, you can help us pick our outfits.”

Grabbing a few of the PlayWitch magazines from the coffee table, she set them on his lap and flipped the top one open.

“Let’s see, we could do Quidditch cheerleaders, but I kind of feel like that’s been done to death,” she said. “There’s the good old school girl outfits, and they rarely do a shoot with two of them at the same time. Or, we could go for something a bit more niche, like bondage.”

Harry swallowed thickly as she pointed to a photo of a dark-skinned witch that looked suspiciously like Professor Sinistra bound to a large wooden X and gagged with a bright red ball.

The girls continued flipping through the magazines and discussing what outfits to wear for the next forty-five minutes. Even as they walked back through Diagon Alley to the Apparition point, they still hadn’t come to a decision. They arrived at the photo studio in Swindon, and the receptionist directed them to the back. When they reached the appropriate room, Marcus was just finishing setting up his camera and turned to greet them with a smile.

“Lavender, darling, how are you?” he said, kissing her cheeks. “And I see you brought friends!”

“I talked Gabby into joining me,” Lavender smiled. “I really appreciate you doing this for us, Marcus. I owe you big time for this.”

“Oh, don’t mention it,” Marcus said, waving his hand. “Will Harry be taking part in this one?”

“Oh, no,” Harry said, holding up his hands. “No, no, no. I’m just here to support Gabrielle.”

Marcus hummed and eyed him up and down.

“Pity,” he sighed. “Well, girls, let’s get to work. I’ve only got an hour before lunch. Go behind the screen and pick any outfits you like.”

With a giggle, Lavender and Gabrielle trotted behind the changing screen excitedly while Harry grabbed a beach chair from the piles of props and took a seat out of the way. It was a few minutes before the girls returned. They’d evidently decided to go with the schoolgirl look, but in uniforms that would’ve given McGonagall an aneurism.

The thin white shirts were about four sizes too small and strained to contain their generous busts. The buttons looked like one good cough would send them flying. They were also much too short to be tucked in. Instead, they were tied in knots, baring most of their midriffs. The skirts they wore were scandalously short. He could see the bottoms of their cheeks pop out as they walked, and as Gabrielle turned, he caught a brief glimpse of light blue fabric between her legs. In fact, their knee-length socks covered more of their bodies than their skirts did.

“You two look marvelous,” Marcus grinned as he settled behind his camera. “Alright, let’s start with some playful shots.”

Lavender and Gabrielle giggled like schoolgirls and wrapped their arms around each other’s waists. Their large busts pressed together, causing their tantalizing cleavage to bulge. As they smiled and posed for the camera, Lavender sneakily poked the side of Gabrielle’s bare stomach. Gabrielle squealed and returned the favor. That set off a war of playful pokes and tickles that had them laughing and shaking. Each sharp movement sent their generous curves jiggling alluringly.

Gabrielle grabbed the tails of Lavender’s knotted shirt and gave it a gentle tug. The top three buttons burst open, revealing the crimson bra underneath. They both paused for a moment in shock and then burst out laughing. Just as they calmed, Lavender gave Gabrielle’s shirt a much sharper tug that popped her buttons all the way down to the knot. Her pale blue bra matched the knickers.

Their laughter renewed, and Harry had to adjust himself as their breasts jiggled inside their bras.

“Wonderful,” Marcus said. “Now, give us a kiss.”

Turning to face each other, Lavender and Gabrielle leaned in for a kiss. Their lips had barely touched before they started laughing again and had to break apart. Once they’d gotten themselves under control, they kissed again. It started off slow and tentative but quickly devolved into a full-blown snog.

“That’s it!” Marcus cheered. “Show us a bit more skin.”

Still kissing heatedly, their hands moved to each other’s bums and lifted their skirts. Before he realized what he was doing, Harry found himself leaning to the side to get a better view of Gabrielle’s thick, round bum. Quickly, he straightened back up and blushed.

“Perfect! Now, let’s lose those shirts!”

Their hands raised up and bumped into each other as they reached for the knots. They shared a laugh before Lavender swatted Gabrielle’s hands away, and she untied her shirt. As it fell down her arms, Lavender dipped her head and licked along the long line of cleavage. Gabrielle squealed, jerked her arms loose, and pushed her away.

A moment later, she was untying Lavender’s shirt. The moment it was open, she dove forward, sucking and nipping at the soft pale skin of her breasts. Lavender laughed and danced out of her shirt. Instead of pushing Gabrielle away as she had done, Lavender grabbed the back of her head and forced it deep between her breasts. She let go quickly and laughed as Gabrielle pulled back sharply.

Pouting, Gabrielle gave Lavender’s hip a playful slap and then slowly lifted her hand to cup both of her breasts. Lavender did the same, and for several moments, they stood, toying with each other’s breasts as if to compare them to their own.

“Amazing! Bras next!” Marcus called.

The girls pulled their hands away, unclasped their bras, and slipped their arms free but used their arms to keep the cups in place.

“On three?” Lavender asked.

Gabrielle nodded.

“One…two…three!”

Both of them whipped their bras free, cheered, and jumped up and down. Their large, pale breasts bounced and shook wildly. Harry couldn’t help but note the differences between them. Where Lavender’s breasts were heavy and hung from her chest, Gabrielle’s jutted straight out. Her nipples were also a light pink, the same color as her wide areolas, while Lavender’s areolas were dark pink and her nipples dull red.

Suddenly, the girls stopped jumping and laughed.

“Merlin, they’re so perky.”

For a moment, Harry thought the words had slipped from his lips. It took him a moment to realize it was Lavender who had spoken.

“And yours are so firm,” Gabrielle replied.

They reached out and cupped each other’s breasts again. This time, their movements were less playful and more slow and sensual. Gabrielle bit her lip and moaned lightly as Lavender grazed her thumb over her nipple. Smirking, Lavender bent over slowly, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around one of the pink nubs. Gabrielle leaned her head back and moaned, only for it to turn into a squeal a moment later when Lavender ripped off her skirt.

Both of them burst into laughter and as Lavender straightened up, Gabrielle pulled her in for another kiss. As their lips smacked together wetly, she undid the clasp of her skirt and tossed it aside. It had barely hit the floor before one of her hands came crashing down on Lavender’s bum. Lavender jerked back and burst out laughing.

There was barely a pause before they removed their knickers. Harry was glad neither seemed to be paying him any attention. He took the opportunity to drink in the sight of their naked bodies. They continued posing for the next half an hour, teasing and playfully poking at each other the entire time.

“Whew,” Marcus said, wiping his brow. “The editor is going to love this! Let’s call it a wrap, ladies.”

Lavender and Gabrielle picked up their clothes and made their way back behind the screen. Harry hoped it would take them a while to change. He needed a few minutes to calm down.