Red Light District (Ch. 35)

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

Red Light District

Chapter 35

The stands by the Black Lake groaned under the weight of too many students, all bundled in their House colors, and all twitching with excitement. Cold steam rose off the surface, and everyone knew that the water was frigid. No one wanted to miss the second task, not after the dragons. The cold wind bit through the layers of cotton and wool, driving everybody closer together.

Harry huddled on a hard bench near the back, flanked by Susan and Hannah. They were squeezed together, with no room to maneuver. The blanket they shared was thick, warm, and did a good job of protecting them from the frosty wind. Only their faces peeked out, red-nosed and misty-breathed. From the outside, everything looked innocent. Underneath … that was a different story.

Dumbledore’s voice boomed out, magically amplified. “Champions, to your marks!” His hands swept open, drawing every eye to the water’s edge.

“Oh, boy! It’s about to start,” Susan whispered excitedly. Her voice trembled, but not from cold.

Harry’s hand had been on her thigh since they sat down. Now it slid higher, his thumb tracing lazy circles near her skirt’s hem. Susan exhaled a shuddering breath, then bit her lip. She squirmed, shifting her weight and pressing closer into Harry’s side.

Hannah leaned in from Harry’s other side, lips brushing his ear. “We should’ve brought hot cocoa. Your hands are freezing.” Hannah was holding his other hand and using her fingertip to tickle Harry’s palm. 

Harry smiled cheekily. “I can warm them up.” He squeezed Susan’s thigh, hard enough that she squeaked. The blanket shifted as Harry’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of Susan’s skirt. Susan had gone without tights underneath her skirt. Harry’s Warming Charms were more than capable of protecting the girls from the winter cold. She gasped as he explored her soft, warm skin.

On the frozen grass below, Fleur stood radiantly in a powder blue robe that was belted tightly around her slim waist. It really emphasized the curviness of her hips. Her silvery-blonde hair caught every scrap of sunlight as it fluttered in the wind. She didn’t shiver one bit. Next to her, Cedric Diggory rolled his shoulders, his shirt already half-unbuttoned, and at his side, Viktor Krum was pacing. His jaw was set tight, and his eyes never left the water’s surface. Neville Longbottom brought up the rear, looking nervous but determined. The crowd buzzed with excitement and speculation. The Slytherins were betting on who would die first.

“Look at Fleur,” Hannah said, her lips close to his ear. “She doesn’t even look nervous.”

Harry didn’t bother looking. He already knew that Fleur was feeling very confident, and she had spent countless hours practicing for the task. He felt Susan shudder, and her legs parted another inch. His fingers reached the edge of her cotton panties, tracing the band. Susan inhaled, loud enough to catch a glare from a Slytherin two rows down. She clamped a hand over her mouth, cheeks blazing. Under the blanket, Harry’s hand slid beneath the elastic, touching her warm, damp flesh.

“Harry,” Susan whispered, her voice shaky. “Not here … everyone’ll see …”

“They’re all watching the lake,” Harry said, and lightly pinched her clit. Susan’s hips jerked. He stroked her slowly, savoring the wonderful heat of her body. Susan practically melted under his touch. Wetness coated his fingertips.

Dumbledore’s speech faded into the wind, something about rules and bravery. Harry barely heard it. He curled a finger, sliding it along Susan’s slit and collecting her juices. He pressed his finger against the edge of her clit, then circled it with a featherlight touch. Susan let out a muffled whine and dug her nails into his forearm.

Hannah peeked under the blanket, then smirked. “Is Susan getting all the fun?”

Harry pulled his hand out of hers. “I suppose I shouldn’t leave you out,” he said, and reached for Hannah’s thigh. Her skirt rode up higher, practically inviting him in. Hannah shifted and spread her knees without a hint of shame. 

The female crowd whooped as Cedric stripped off his shirt, his pale skin shining in the weak sun. Every girl in Hufflepuff screamed. Cedric pretended that he didn’t like the attention, but Harry could tell that he did. Krum and Neville removed their robes to less fanfare. 

Fleur waited for last, milking every second. She drew off her Beauxbatons robe slowly and deliberately sexy, and every guy in the stands held his breath. The bikini underneath was white and thin enough that Harry saw the exact outline of each hard nipple. Her areolas were shaded a perfect pink. Her tits spilled over every seam, and the triangles of fabric did more to frame her body than to cover it. Below, the string barely passed for a bikini bottom. It was just two slivers of fabric tied tight at the hips and a floss-thin band that disappeared into the pillowy cheeks of her ass. As she bent to untie her shoes, the boys in the stands lost control, howling and stamping their feet.

Fleur smirked, tossed her long hair, and straightened up. She flexed her arms overhead, tits thrust forward, then spun for the crowd. Susan, peeking out from under the blanket, giggled. “She’s going to give McGonagall a heart attack.”

Hannah said, “She’s going to give every guy in the stands a heart attack.”

Susan pressed her hips up, grinding against Harry’s fingers, hungry for more stimulation. He slipped two fingers inside her and curled them. Her walls pulsed around him, clenching in desperate spasms. Harry thumbed her clit in a relentless rhythm, and Susan’s jaw dropped. She sucked in air and let it out in a shaky moan.

“Oh, shit, Harry,” she whispered as her silky, wet walls contracted around his fingers.

Hannah wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist and nipped at his neck. Her own hand found his crotch and squeezed his cock through layers of cloth. “God, you’re so hard already,” she giggled.

Below, the Champions lined up at the lake’s edge. Fleur looked back at the stands and winked. The sun caught her ass as she bent to stretch, her cheeks round and perfect. Cedric smirked at the wolf whistles. Viktor glared at anyone who dared to look at him.

“Stop teasing,” Susan shuddered. She grabbed Harry’s wrist and forced his hand to move. His fingers began pushing deeper inside her. Her panties were soaked through with a sticky mess. Harry worked her clit harder, stroking with practiced precision. Susan came almost instantly, her thighs spasming around his hand. She slumped against Harry’s chest, panting.

Hannah’s cold hand was already up Harry’s shirt, her nails scraping his stomach before moving lower. She didn’t bother with pretense. She wriggled his belt open with one hand, the other never leaving his thigh. “My turn,” she whispered huskily, pulling him closer. Unfortunately, her attention was briefly diverted. The main event was about to start.

Dumbledore stepped forward, his eyes twinkling. “Champions, you have one hour to retrieve what you will sorely miss. On my mark … BEGIN!” he said, holding his wand high. The air vibrated with anticipation. Dumbledore’s wand went off like a gunshot, and the task had begun.

Fleur sauntered up to the water’s edge. She bent her knees, ass cocked out, and pointed her wand at the ground. A ripple of blue magic ran up her calves, thighs, and hips, all the way to her scalp. Then she leapt impossibly high, arching back like a showgirl with her arms spread.

In midair, Fleur spun her wand in a blur. Her body twisted, limbs fusing, and her skin turned smooth and slick. By the time she hit the lake, she was a dolphin from nose to tail, though the dolphin’s underbelly was a dazzling white and its dorsal fin had a streak of platinum blonde.

The crowd erupted, and the Beauxbatons banners were flying. Even the Slytherins cheered for the sexy girl.

Krum scowled and muttered a spell. His arms and head bulged,  his jaw jutted, and his nose flattened. His teeth sharpened to vicious points. The top half of his body was that of a shark. He had gray skin, a dorsal fin, and dead black eyes, while his legs remained human. He ran up and belly flopped into the water, splashing and snorting while his jaw snapped at nothing.

Cedric played it cool. He glanced at the rocks near the shore and tapped one with his wand. It shimmered, morphed, and swelled into a narrow wooden boat, just big enough for one. Cedric climbed in, grabbed the oar, and rowed out, each stroke clean and measured. He looked back over his shoulder as the Hufflepuffs cheered him on.

Neville hesitated, glancing up at the stands. Harry gave him a thumbs-up. Neville nodded, closed his eyes, and whispered a charm. His broom zoomed into view as he summoned it, and he climbed on, gripping it tightly. He took a deep breath, then launched himself out over the lake, wind tearing at his hair. When he was above the middle of the lake, Neville let go with one hand and performed a complicated wand motion. A silvery bubble popped into being around his head. He hovered, peered down at the water, and then dove in, vanishing with a tiny splash.

They watched as the Champions cut through the water, each taking a different angle. Fleur’s Transfigured dolphin form was the fastest, surging ahead in smooth, perfect leaps. Krum thrashed, half-submerged, and he slowly propelled himself forward by wildly kicking his human legs. Cedric was slow but steady, staying on course. 

For a long minute, the crowd fell into a trance, hypnotized by the spectacle. Then Fleur broke the surface near the middle of the lake, shot skyward in a fountain of spray, and dove again. Krum surfaced right behind her, his jaws snapping at her tail. The crowd howled.

Susan nuzzled into Harry’s neck, her breath hot on his skin. “You really like watching her, don’t you?”

He shrugged with a smile. “Who doesn’t?”

She grinned, then bit his earlobe hard enough to barely sting. Her hand crept down, undoing his zipper with slow, practiced ease. Under the blanket, she found his cock and squeezed, her fingers gentle but insistent.

Harry leaned back and smiled, ignoring the noise of the crowd. Fleur and Krum disappeared under the water. Cedric finally reached the middle and also used a Bubblehead Charm before diving headfirst into the water. 

“God, I wish I looked like Fleur,” Hannah said, watching the show. “She had all the guys eating out of the palm of her hand.”

Susan pumped Harry’s cock with long, smooth strokes. She rubbed her thumb against the tip of his head, making him shudder. “We’re not doing so badly, you know. Since Harry’s cards came out, I’ve been asked out by dozens of guys.”

Hannah leaned over, her tongue sliding along Harry’s neck. “Sadly for them, they can’t compete with Harry.”

Harry glanced around. The rest of the stands were too distracted by the Champions. No one seemed to notice them in the back row. He spread his legs to let the girls do as they wished, lost in the heat beneath the blanket.

Fleur broke the surface again to expel water and suck in some much-needed air. Krum barreled out of the lake behind her, his jaws wide. For a second, it looked like he might eat her whole. Instead, Fleur twisted, slapped him with her tail, and disappeared. The crowd erupted in laughter.

Harry’s whole body tensed as the pleasure spiked. Susan’s hand was relentless, and every stroke sent a jolt through his spine. Hannah nipped his ear as her hand caressed his stomach. Hannah then moved Susan’s hand out of the way, ducked her head underneath the blanket, and got on her knees between his spread legs. Susan bit her lip and watched, then moaned softly as her hand slipped under her own skirt. She spread her legs, making it obvious as to what she wanted. “God, I’m so wet,” she whispered while her fingers traced the length of her slit. “Harry, can you please make me cum again?” she cutely begged. 

Hannah bent down and began laying soft kisses up and down his shaft. Her warm, wet tongue lapped along the underside, making his hips buck. She sucked the tip and swirled her tongue around the head while using her hand to stroke the rest. Harry exhaled and groaned from the pleasure. He could hear the wet sounds of her sucking, and he could see Hannah’s head bobbing up and down under the blanket.

He reached for Susan, slid his hand up her thigh, and found her panties. The crotch was still soaked through. He rubbed her through the thin fabric and felt her body twitch. She whimpered and began grinding against his fingers. Harry pulled the fabric aside, exposing her wet pussy. He slid two fingers between her lips, deep into the hot slickness inside. Susan’s head fell back, and her breath came in broken gasps.

“Oh! Yes, Harry … Right there,” Susan gasped as Harry toyed with her favorite spot.

Harry worked his fingers in and out, curling them while his thumb rolled over her clit. Susan clenched around him, her muscles spasming. She clutched at his wrist, demanding more. The pressure built quickly, and every movement of his fingers sent sparks up Susan’s spine.

Under the blanket, Hannah sucked him harder. Her mouth was wrapped tightly around his shaft, and her free hand playfully massaged his balls. She hummed with pleasure, like she loved every second. Harry was close already. He could feel his balls tightening more with every bob of her head. 

Susan leaned in and pressed her mouth to Harry’s. Her tongue began probing at his lips. She moaned into his mouth, desperate for more pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”

Harry didn’t stop. Instead, he moved his fingers faster. He drove his fingers deep, tickled her g-spot with his fingertips, and felt her hips bucking. Susan came fast, her curvy body shaking as a low whine escaped her lips. She bit his neck to keep from screaming, clutching at his shirt with both hands.

Hannah increased the tempo, and her lips were practically a blur as they slid up and down his shaft. At the same time, her hand furiously pumped the base of his shaft to add extra pleasure. Harry couldn’t hold out. He grabbed Susan’s ass with his free hand, pulled her close, then erupted into Hannah’s mouth, shooting hot spurts of cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed it all, not missing a beat, then licked him clean. Harry kissed his balls for good measure and smiled widely as she surfaced from under the blanket.

The noise from the crowd rose as Krum’s shark-fin sliced through the surface of the lake, but he could barely hear it over his and Susan’s heavy breathing. Susan slumped against him, panting. Hannah nuzzled up to his side, licking her lips. “You taste like Christmas pudding,” she said, then giggled. “Salty and sweet.”

Harry laughed, breathless. “I’m not sure everyone would agree with that.”

Hannah shrugged with a cheeky smile. “More for me then.”

Susan slid her hand up Harry’s shirt and gently dragged her nails over his chest. “You’re amazing,” she whispered, then kissed him slowly and deeply. She sucked on his tongue, greedy for more.

The three of them huddled together, hidden under their warm blanket. The stands throbbed with the tension of the task, but no one noticed them or their naughty games. They were too busy staring at the water as the Champions battled in silence.

Red Light District

The hour passed in a blur of anticipation. At first, nothing happened. The lake surface rippled, and occasionally Fleur’s dolphin form would appear to suck in some air. The crowd grew restless, the professors and judges whispered, and the spectators shifted for a better view.

Then, with a thunderous splash, a head broke the surface near the shore. Neville, pale and wild-eyed, flailed his arms as he desperately pushed himself toward the shore. He kicked hard while a second shape clung to his back. A very wet and curvy Lavender Brown held onto Neville for dear life. Harry could see her breath misting with every panicked exhale. The crowd surged to its feet, roaring. Neville pumped his legs, dragging both of them toward the bank. Lavender sputtered, then spat water into Neville’s face. He groaned, then laughed, and then collapsed onto the shore, clutching her like a lifeline. Madam Pomfrey immediately rushed over with blankets and a couple of Pepper-Ups. 

Less than a minute later, a streak of silver shot out of the water with someone hanging onto her dorsal fin. She swam straight for the bank and beached herself. A second later, Fleur, in her human form, was lying on the shore, breathing heavily. Next to her was her sister, Gabrielle, shivering but alive and unharmed. Fleur hugged her sister to her chest as Madam Pomfrey ran over and wrapped them both in warm, dry blankets. 

Cedric followed, swimming with all his strength. Cho Chang was with him, clinging to his back as she kicked her feet to help propel them forward. Cedric stumbled as he hit the shore and nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Hufflepuffs threw themselves against the railings, screaming his name.

For a long moment, nothing else moved. Then the surface of the lake erupted. Krum’s shark head broke the surface, his jaws snapping with Hermione clamped to his back. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. He swam as hard as he could, but Harry could tell he was worn out. Hermione looked exhausted, but happy to be alive. Her arms were locked around Krum’s thick neck.

When they hit the bank, Krum slithered onto the sand with Hermione still hanging on. He shook off the shark transformation, spat out a fish, and then slumped beside her, both of them panting. Madam Pomfrey rushed over and gave them the same treatment. With all of the Champions and their hostages safely on shore, they were moved to a nearby tent to receive proper medical treatment. 

It took a while for the crowd to calm down. Meanwhile, the judges were talking it over at their table. When they had finally made their decision, Dumbledore stood, cleared his throat, and magically amplified his voice.

“Our Champions have proven themselves today with courage, ingenuity, and …” he looked at Fleur with a twinkle in his eye. “ … unexpected style. The judges have tallied their scores.”

He raised his wand. Numbers shimmered in the air above the lake.

“For Neville Longbottom, who completed his task in fifty-five minutes and twenty-four seconds. Forty-eight points!”

A wild cheer from Gryffindor.

“For Fleur Delacour, who completed her task in fifty-five minutes and fifty-three seconds. Forty-five points!”

The Beauxbatons section whistled and cheered while the rest of the school howled at Fleur’s performance … as well as her choice in swimwear.

“For Cedric Diggory, who completed his task in fifty-seven minutes and twelve seconds. Forty-three points!”

The Hufflepuffs erupted with cheers and claps, some in tears.

“For Viktor Krum, who completed his task in fifty-eight minutes and twenty-two seconds. Forty points!”

Durmstrang’s cheer was fierce but short.

Harry leaned in close to his girls. “I told you Neville would surprise everyone.”

Susan grinned happily while she continued to snuggle into him. “I’m just glad no one drowned.”

Hannah blew in Harry’s ear. “I think Fleur’s still the real winner. She had the most style.”

The crowd poured from the stands, flooding the grounds with laughter and excitement. The Champions and their partners hung out in front of the tent, bundled in blankets and beaming with pride. Fleur and Gabrielle were happily chatting away in French. Neville strutted with Lavender clinging to his arm. Lavender obviously wanted everyone to see her on Neville’s arm. Cedric and Cho were wrapped together in a Hufflepuff yellow blanket, looking happier than Harry had ever seen them. Krum and Hermione were quietly talking, though it appeared that she couldn’t quite understand his heavily-accented English. 

As the celebrations raged, Harry pulled Susan and Hannah closer. The two girls giggled, and both of them kissed his cheek. 

Red Light District

When the crowds thinned and the afterglow of the task began to fade, Harry slipped away from Susan and Hannah, who were both ready to get out of the cold. The two of them made a beeline for the castle while Harry made his way over to see Fleur. The wind began to pick up, and the cold air stung his cheeks.

Fleur waited by the Champions’ tent with a thick blanket draped over her shoulders. Her hair, now dry, was a bit poofier and wilder than usual, but it somehow made her look even sexier. She saw him and smiled happily. Before Harry could say a word, Fleur closed the distance and threw her arms around his neck. She smelled like lake water, but there was also the hint of her natural fragrance. He held her tight and ran his hands over her curves. Her sexy body radiated heat.

“Congratulations,” he said, his voice muffled as he nuzzled her neck and breathed in her scent.

Fleur pulled back just far enough to look him in the eye. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, her accent thick and teasing.

Harry laughed. “You were amazing. The whole school is talking about you.”

“And my bikini? I wore it just for you,” Fleur teased, and sweetly kissed his lips.

Harry chuckled. “I think your bikini is going to go down in Hogwarts history,” he teased her back, and she happily giggled. Fleur kissed him again, deeper and more passionately this time. 

Her kiss was hot and greedy, and Harry lost himself in it. His hands roamed under the blanket, his palms finding the curve of her waist, her ribs, and the amazing swell of her ass. She pressed in, rubbing against him while her tongue hungrily traced his lips.

They broke for air. Fleur touched her forehead to his. “My mother wishes to meet you,” she said, her voice soft and breathy.

“She’s here?” Harry asked, surprised. He supposed it shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering Gabrielle was here as well. 

Fleur nodded, her gorgeous eyes sparkling. “She is waiting. Come.”

She took his hand, laced her fingers with his, and led him away from the tent. They walked toward the Beauxbatons carriage while Harry wondered why exactly she wanted to meet with him. He supposed he was about to find out.