Red Light District (Ch. 28)(Exclusive)

Red Light District

Chapter 28

“So … Have you decided on a date yet?” Harry asked Hermione as he fucked her from behind with long, deep thrusts. Hermione’s knees were wide apart, and her cheeks rippled with every impact. He brushed the hair from her back, revealing a plain of perfectly smooth skin. Her skin felt incredibly soft as he ran his hands up her back before gripping her shoulders. Harry thrust into her harder, making her squeal in pleasure as fucked her even harder.

It was only a week before the Yule Ball, and everyone without a date was scrambling to find one. Harry had asked McGonagall if he could take two girls to the ball, but she bluntly told him to choose one and stop being an idiot. The girls decided it was best if Harry took Fleur since she was a Champion and needed to open the ball with the traditional Opening Dance. Hermione wasn’t hard up for a date, though. Harry had released the first wave of cards, and as expected, they were wildly popular with the school’s male population. Surprisingly, they were even somewhat popular amongst the girls. Hermione confessed that more than a dozen boys asked her to the dance after their release. It wasn’t shocking now that everyone knew what she was hiding under her clothes. The cards were being sold in most shops in Hogsmeade, but he had also supplied the Weasley twins with a healthy stock. Harry didn’t have the time to sell them in the castle, but the twins were more than eager since they would receive a percentage of the profits from every pack sold.

Hermione wasn’t the only girl gaining more attention. He had never seen the boys so girl-crazy. Fleur was being asked to the ball at least half a dozen times daily. The girls didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, they reveled in it. Lavender Brown absolutely loved the attention. She especially seemed to enjoy politely declining the myriad of offers by proudly stating that Neville Longbottom, Champion of Hogwarts, had already asked her to be his date.

“I told Viktor Krum that I would go with him,” Hermione squeaked over the squelching of her soaked pussy. Her small hands were tightly gripping the bed’s covers as she desperately tried not to cum too fast. Her confession surprised him slightly.

“Krum?” Harry asked. “I didn’t expect that,” he added. He obviously knew that Viktor had been her date in his other life, but this Viktor hadn’t shown any interest in her … at least none that he readily saw. Hermione’s pussy tightened around him, trapping him within her silky embrace. Harry let go of her shoulders and gently slid his hands down her sides. Hermione violently shuddered as he tickled every one of her ribs. His palms moved over her slim waist and widened around her flared hips. Her wet pussy was contracting around his cock and practically sucking him off. Hermione pulled her face from the pillow and turned her head, laying the side of it back on the pillow. Her beautiful face was pink from exertion and embarrassment.

“I was going to reject him at first since we have nothing in common, he doesn’t speak English very well, and I don’t find him all that attractive. He was really nice, though, and I kind of felt bad that his legs were so badly injured during the First Task … So, I decided to say yes,” she explained.

Harry ran his hand over one of her rippling cheeks and brushed his thumb over her asshole. Hermione gasped loudly while her hole puckered. Hermione was right about the injury. It looked really bad from what he was able to see. Harry just hoped that he would be able to play Quidditch at a high level again. “Will he be able to dance?” he asked her. “He is a Champion, after all.”

“His legs are way better now, and he walks with only a slight limp. He says that they will hopefully be fully healed by the time the ball rolls around,” she moaned, squeezing him with her pussy. Harry massaged her asshole and pulled out until only the head was still inside of her. Streaks of her white cream smeared the length of his shaft, and Harry quickly slid it back in, drawing another pleasured moan from her. Leaning over, he kissed her between the shoulder blades while his hand snaked between her legs. His fingers quickly found her hard clit, and he started rubbing it. He moved his fingers around the hardened nub, causing her hips to buck. “Ohhh!” Hermione squeaked as her orgasm began, and her body trembled.

“He’s not trying to steal you away from me, is he?” Harry teased, fucking her slowly while her cumming pussy attempted to milk the cum from his balls. Her tight pussy felt amazing as it clutched his shaft and didn’t want to let go. Harry was almost lying on top of her as he continuously thrust into her. He moved her hair from her face and started sucking on her earlobe. Hermione’s pussy was wildly fluttering around him. He knew all the ways to make her cum harder. “I don’t know what I would do if I were denied your tight, little pussy,” he teased her again.

Hermione couldn’t answer him. Her body was betraying her as her orgasm hit new heights. All she could do was choke out pleasured squeals while Harry slowly fucked her. Her pussy had done a good job getting him where he needed to go. Harry groaned and pulled out. As soon as he did, a line of hot cum streaked across her bare back. He pumped his cock over and over, painting her flawless skin with his seed. Once he was empty, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and spanked her on the bottom. Hermione didn’t bother rebuking him. She was too busy trying to catch her breath. Harry grabbed his wand and flicked it at her back. The lines and globs of cum disappeared, leaving her back bare once again. Unable to help himself, he reached between her legs and stroked her arousal-slickened pussy. Hermione squealed and bucked.

“Give me time to recover, you git!” she squeaked, rolling onto her back. She was no longer the shy girl she was in the beginning. Hermione didn’t even try to cover herself. She proudly displayed her perky breasts and smooth mound. Her taut lips were shiny with wetness and puffy with arousal. Harry dropped down next to her and grabbed her around the waist. He flipped her over until she was lying on top of him. Hermione blushed deeply as she stared into his eyes. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his skin. His fingers acted on their own, threading through her thick, brown hair. Hermione leaned down and kissed him before resting her head on his chest. “As for Viktor trying to steal me, I’m quite happy where I’m at, thank you very much,” she confidently stated. Harry rewarded her by palming her ass. His fingers trailed up and down between her cheeks. His cock rapidly re-inflated and rested against her damp slit. His entire room smelled of sex. Truth be told, there hardly was a time when it didn’t. There was a constant stream of girls coming and going, ready to be or had just been fucked by him.

She then pushed herself into a sitting position and straddled his waist. Reaching down, she took hold of him and eased him back into her opening before slowly sinking onto him. Hermione smiled sweetly at him as she began to roll her hips.

Red Light District

 After a few days of careful watching, Harry discovered that the boys cared way more about the cards than the chocolate. Sure, the chocolate was a tasty treat, but what they really wanted was the sexy pictures. He made a mental note to possibly have three cards per pack instead of just one. For that, he would need a lot more pictures. It was something to think about.

Harry was quickly wrangled into a meeting with the twins. He invited them to his private room to talk.

“You weren’t kidding, mate. Those bloody things sold out in less than a week!” George told him, carrying a heavy sack full of coins.

“You’re going to have to bring us some more. We’re losing sales here,” Fred delightfully complained, carrying a second, equally heavy sack. They dropped the sacks down on his desk with two loud thumps. “With the Yule Ball happening, none of the older students are going home this year,” he said.

“And since there won’t be another Hogsmeade weekend until after Christmas, the poor, horny lads of this school won’t have anything to spend their hard-earned holiday money on,” George added. Harry chuckled at their exuberance. Fred and George truly were great businessmen.

Harry opened a sack and found it filled mostly with Sickles, though a few Knuts were scattered throughout. “Good job, guys,” Harry praised them. “I didn’t know they’d sell out that fast, or I’d have supplied you with more.”

“The cards practically sell themselves. Even George and I have a nice little collection going,” Fred admitted.

“Did you already take your cut?” Harry asked, closing the sack. George nodded.

“Ten percent, as agreed,” he replied. Harry knew he could trust them to hand over the correct amount of cash.

“Good,” Harry nodded. “Any problems or complaints from the buyers?” he asked.

“Not really,” Fred told him. “Just the ones you would expect. They want a larger variety of cards and their favorite girls on them.”

“I’m already planning to work on that,” Harry assured them. “Anyway, I’ll Floo the warehouse and have more delivered.”

“Get them here as fast as possible. You’ve got to take advantage when demand is high,” Fred wisely stated.

Red Light District

Ronald Weasley was not having a good day. He was currently giving his best mate the cold shoulder. Ron thought that some girl would have realized what a catch he was and asked him to go to the ball by now. Unfortunately, they were too stupid to see the truth, and he wasn’t confident that a girl would figure it out in the next few days. This put him in somewhat of a pickle. If a girl didn’t ask him to go to the ball very soon, he would have to go stag. Ron shook his head. The thought was simply unthinkable. He could already imagine the number of boys who would take the piss out of him. ‘Malfoy would be first on the list,’ Ron sourly thought.

Of course, he could always suck it up and ask a girl himself, but why should he? He was clearly a prime choice, and any girl would be lucky to go with him. Some would say he was just too scared to ask someone, but Ron found that laughable. He wasn’t scared of anything. Sure, when Potter turned his gaze on him, he would immediately turn the other direction, but that wasn’t out of cowardice. Ron was just afraid that if push came to shove, he would end up getting expelled for putting Potter in the Hospital Wing … or an early grave. No, Ron was anything but a coward.

Early that day, Ron spoke with Neville and ordered him to talk to his date, Lavender, and make her convince Parvati to take him to the ball. Parvati wasn’t physically his type, but she wasn’t that bad. Sure, Parvati had a pretty face, but Ron liked his girls busty and wide-hipped. He deserved the best, after all, but just this once, he reckoned he could make do with a lesser girl. Annoyingly, Neville outright refused.

“I’m not asking Lavender that,” Neville stated, looking at Ron like he was crazy. “Besides, Parvati already has a date for the ball. One of the Durmstrang boys asked her.”

Ron’s face turned red like a tomato, and his cheeks puffed up indignantly. “Well, tell her to dump him!” Ron spat. “She shouldn’t be going with a foreigner anyway!” Neville just shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care.

“She can go with whoever she wants,” Neville factually stated. “And if I remember correctly, you asked Fleur Delacour like three times before she told you to bugger off. She’s a foreigner,” Neville reminded him, trying hard not to laugh when remembering Ron being rejected multiple times. Ron’s ears were as red as his hair. He definitely didn’t want to be reminded of that. His hands balled into fists, and his arms trembled. Neville Longbottom was cruisin’ for a bruisin’. Thankfully, he was able to take a deep breath and calm himself before he did something Neville would regret.

“Whatever,” Ron nearly snarled. “If you don’t want to help your best mate, that’s fine. I’ll just tell Hermione that she’s going with me,” he said, turning to walk away.

“She’s already got a date,” Neville piped in as Ron took his first step. Ron stopped immediately but didn’t turn around. “With a foreigner,” Neville humorously added. “She told me yesterday.”

Ron’s hands were trembling badly now. Hermione had a date? How could this be? Was Neville lying just to take the mick out of him? Hermione had always been so mousey and plain. Who would want to date her? Yeah, she recently began looking better, and she was just getting to the point where he might consider fooling around with her … if she was lucky, but that didn’t change the fact that she was still a major bookworm who spent most of her time studying. ‘It’s probably because of those damn cards,’ Ron inwardly growled.

Every boy in Gryffindor now had a small collection of those cursed cards, and they were very keen to show them off to one another. Ron didn’t partake in that crass and unsophisticated behavior. He was beyond it. Of course, he conveniently forgot that he didn’t join them because he didn’t have the money to buy any. To remedy this, he went to his twin brothers, who just happened to be the ones selling them, and politely demanded that they give him a few dozen boxes for free. Needless to say, they declined, and he mentally suppressed the part where they hexed him and caused his nose hair to grow down past his knees. Even though he didn’t have any cards of his own, he looked through Neville’s growing collection and quickly found Hermione’s card. He couldn’t stop the front of his trousers from tenting at the sight of the erotic picture, and he quickly found that he wasn’t the only boy in school who found her pictures pleasing.

There were even rumors of cards where Hermione didn’t have any clothes on at all. For some reason, Ron absolutely fumed at the thought. Why was she showing off her body to the boys in school like some toothless Knockturn Alley whore? The answer was, of course, Harry Potter. He had Hermione wrapped around his finger, and Ron was the only one to see this. He was certainly the only person to care. No one else seemed to mind. Even his sister, Ginny, proudly told her girlfriends that Harry had already agreed to let her model for him after her next birthday. Ron snorted. ‘As if I would ever let that happen,’ he told himself. No, he would mention to his mum, and she would surely put a stop to it. After his last hexing by Ginny, he wasn’t eager to confront her about this issue. Hermione and Ginny weren’t the only girls to fall under his spell.

Even though they never talked openly about the particulars of their disgusting, private class, the girls of his school were quite open about their affection for Potter and his body. Ron’s face twisted when thinking back to some of their conversations. Most of them were about his supposedly impressive size and his talent when using it. This made him burn with jealousy. It should have been him who was chosen to lead that class. Ron would wager any amount of gold that he was more talented than Potter. Unfortunately, he hadn’t found a girl who was willing to put his theory to the test. Potter was a curse to this school, and someone needed to stop him. However, that needed to be put on the back burner for now. He currently had other problems to deal with.

After hearing Neville’s words, Ron slowly spun in place. A humorous smirk was stretched across Neville’s face, and Ron desperately wanted to slap it right off of him. “She told you?” he slowly asked, and Neville nodded in return. Why had she told Neville and not him, Ron wondered. He knew they hadn’t been hanging out lately, but he was still supposed to be her number-one friend. “Who?” Ron asked dangerously.

“Who asked her?” Neville asked for clarification. Ron silently nodded. He didn’t like the stupid smile on Neville’s face.

“Quidditch superstar, Viktor Krum,” Neville chirped with amusement, seemingly happy for her. Those words were like a dagger to his gut.

“Krum?” Ron asked in confusion, completely shocked. “Viktor Krum?”

“Yep,” Neville happily replied. “So there’s no point in asking her. If you want a date, I suggest you hurry up and ask someone. Most of the girls our age and over probably have dates already, but I’m sure there are some third-years who would jump at a chance to go to the ball,” Neville told him before leaving him to his thoughts. After hearing that Hermione was going to the ball with his idol, Viktor Krum, Ron wasn't listening to anything he said. He didn’t even notice when Neville walked away.

Ron was nearing apocalyptic levels of fury. Why would Hermione agree to go with a foreigner actively competing against her school? Then it hit him. Krum only asked her to try to get information on Neville! He couldn’t let this stand. He needed to talk to her immediately. Images of Hermione thanking him, agreeing to dump Krum, and asking Ron to take his place as her date filled his head. Ron left Gryffindor Tower to try and find his wayward friend.

Red Light District

The feminine moan made Harry smile into Pansy’s neck. He had the Slytherin pinned against the wall while his hands kneaded the soft skin of her ass. “No panties?” he teased as his fingers crept between her cheeks and brushed over her naked genitals.

“Not today,” she moaned again as Harry nipped at her skin. Pansy’s fingers were threaded through the hair on the back of his head, and she pulled him closer. Harry’s thigh was between her legs, and Pansy didn’t even try to pretend that she wasn’t grinding on it. His trousers would probably end up smelling like Pansy’s wet pussy for the rest of the day, Harry figured. He didn’t mind, though. The scent of her wet cunt made him horny as hell, and he was about a second away from pulling her into an empty classroom for a bit of spontaneous fun-time when Hermione walked by. She didn’t see them since he had pulled Pansy into an alcove that was partially hidden behind a statue of a three-eyed wizard. Harry was just about to claim Pansy’s lips when he saw Ron pass by with a obviously angry look on his face. Harry immediately broke free of Pansy’s grip.

“Hey!” she complained, clearly not happy that their moment had ended prematurely.

“Sorry, Pansy, but I got to take care of something. Why don’t you come by my room at eight tonight so we can spend a little time together?”

Pansy huffed and pulled her skirt down from around her hips. She then began fixing her hair. “Fine,” she relented. “I suppose I can wait until then,” she said before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Harry happily kissed her back before smacking her on the bottom.

“I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tonight,” Harry said and quickly left the alcove. By then, Ron was a short distance away, with Hermione even further. Harry began walking in their direction at a quick pace. When they turned the corner, Ron had nearly caught up to her.

Harry knew that Hermione could handle herself, but he didn’t trust Ron. The boy was mean-spirited, jealous, and delusional. He also happened to be mentally unstable, which was a dangerous combination. Harry wanted to make sure nothing happened to her. As Harry reached the corner of the T-section, he heard Ron call out to her. “Hermione!”

Harry stopped around the corner from them and listened. “What is it, Ron?” Hermione asked, not sounding particularly pleased to be talking to him.

“What’s this I hear about Krum taking you to the ball?” he angrily asked.

“It’s exactly as it sounds,” Hermione answered back. “He asked me to go, and I said yes,” she confidently stated.

“Well, you’re going to have to call it off,” Ron demanded.

“Oh?” Hermione asked in a tone that Harry knew very well. Ron was very close to receiving an epic tongue-lashing. “And why is that?”

“Krum doesn’t really want to go with you. Why would he? He can have any girl in school. He’s just using you to get to Neville and …” Ron began explaining but was cut off.

“Excuse me?!” Hermione dangerously asked, her voice sounding a little higher than normal. When her voice raised an octave, Harry knew something bad was about to happen. “What did you just say?” she hissed.

“And you need to stay away from Potter from now on. I mean it, Hermione. I don’t know why everyone’s too dumb to see he’s using them … including you. He’s nothing but trouble.”

“Ron …” Hermione said slowly and scarily. “Take your hands off my waist.” It seemed Ron was too wrapped up in his self-righteous rant to hear her.

“You don’t need to worry about finding another date for the ball. I’ll let you take me and …”

As soon as he heard Hermione tell Ron to take his hands off of her, Harry made himself invisible and stepped out from around the corner, wand in hand. However, he didn’t need to worry about teaching the redheaded git a lesson. As he stepped into the open, he saw Ron’s body lift up off the ground as Hermione’s foot connected with his groin. Ron let out a high-pitched whimper before immediately collapsing onto the ground. He rolled into a fetal position while clutching his pearls with both hands.

“You better not ever tell me what to do. Do you understand me?” she snarled. “I’ll be friends with whomever I want, and right now, that doesn’t include you,” she hissed, shooting him one last dirty look before walking away with her head held high.

Hermione passed him by, not seeing him. As she turned the corner, Harry walked over to Ron who was still in the fetal position. He was choking out what sounded like cries of pain. His face was redder than he had ever seen. Harry desperately fought the urge to hurt him some more, but in the end, he refrained. Hermione had done a pretty good job of that already. All he could do was shake his head and hope that Ron was able to pull himself together before he ended up friendless and alone.

Harry went back to his room and waited for Hermione. She always came to his room when she was angry or upset. Sure enough, a half hour later, she walked in without knocking. Harry pretended like he wasn’t expecting her. “Hey, Hermione!” he smiled. He could see that she still wasn’t in a good mood. “You okay?” he asked, standing up. Hermione shook her head.

“Ron was being a git again, but I handled it,” she told him, placing her bag onto his desk.

“I’m sure he deserved it,” Harry simply said as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Hermione certainly didn’t tell him to stop touching her. Instead, she hugged him back and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry kissed the top of her head and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. Hermione stayed there for a few minutes until she exhaled loudly and broke the hug. She smiled at him sweetly.

“You’re very pretty when you smile like that, you know?” he complimented her. Hermione blushed slightly.

“You really think so?” she asked, playing with the hem of her skirt. Harry nodded.

“I think you’re the prettiest girl in school, smiling or not,” he teased. Hermione’s blush darkened, and she looked pleased. She began squirming in place.

“You know, Harry … We have a little time before dinner starts …” she shyly stated. Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped her up into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Hermione squealed happily, and Harry was on top of her before her body stopped bouncing.