Chapter 22
Diagon Alley in December was brutal. It was the kind of cold that penetrated every layer, no matter how many you wore. The cobblestones were slick with frost, and the sky spat tiny blobs of snow that vanished before they hit the ground. Harry didn't mind the weather. One thing that amused him was the way witches ignored the temperature as if it didn't exist.
He had barely stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron when the first pair of tits bounced into his line of sight. She was a short, stacked redhead with an ass you could bounce a galleon off of it. She wore a clingy white slip dress that looked like it was made out of tissue paper. Her nipples were so stiff they threatened to cut through the fabric, and the chill had painted her skin with goosebumps from her shoulders to her thighs. The dress ended high on her thighs, and every stride made her tits wobble and sent the hem floating up, flashing quick glimpses of bare pussy.
Harry grinned like a complete idiot.
A pack of young women scurried past, all in various states of undress. They were in halter tops, tank dresses, and a few were in tube tops that didn't even pretend to cover their breasts. Two were in matching pleated micro-skirts with the kind of thigh-high stockings that were made to look sexy rather than keep you warm. One of them was a thin brunette with a pixie cut. She caught his eye, stuck out her tongue, and blew him a kiss as she tottered by on six-inch heels. Harry watched as a sudden gust caught her skirt and sent it flying up around her waist, exposing the tiniest lace thong he'd ever seen. Actually, calling it a thong was generous. It was a single string that disappeared between the cheeks of her perfect ass.
Another girl wore a mesh crop top with nothing underneath. Her tits were so big they looked fake, but the erotic jiggle when she walked proved otherwise. Each nipple was a dusky pink nub that was so hard they looked painful. She giggled, clung to her friend's arm, and shot a sexy look at him.
Harry wondered if there was some kind of contest going on. They were all seeing who could dress the sluttiest and the least sensibly in the harsh weather. If so, every witch on the street was in it to win. Harry loved every second of it.
He passed Madam Malkin's, where two girls in the window arranged a window display. One wore a bodystocking with nothing else, and her nipples and pussy lips were clearly outlined. Her colleague, a dark-skinned, lithe woman, wore a black leather minidress with lacing up the sides and a pair of platform boots that made her nearly Harry's height. The way she bent at the waist to pick up a mannequin head seemed like an open invitation to anyone watching. She shot Harry a look over her shoulder and winked, her lips glossy and parted.
He kept walking, feeling his own cock start to stiffen under the layers. He hadn't spent much time in Diagon Alley, which he realized was a damn shame. All the witches were downright shameless. He promised himself that he would spend much more time here in the future.
A commotion up ahead drew his eye. Three women are arguing over the last jar of some potion ingredient at Slug & Jiggers. The oldest of the three was at most thirty, with a mane of curly hair and a dress made of what looked like dragonhide. It was cut so low her tits nearly fell out, and the skirt ended just below her ass. She had the kind of legs that were made to be worshipped. The second witch wore a tight pink cardigan opened to the navel, with nothing underneath. The way her bare tits bounced around was a sight to behold. Her tartan skirt barely covered the curve of her hips, and she wore it with knee-high white socks and Mary Janes. The third was a platinum blonde. It was possible she had Veela blood, Harry thought. She was in a powder-blue dress so sheer it was barely visible, and every time she moved, the material shifted, exposing the white triangle of her thong.
They bickered with their hands on their hips, tits jostling, and when the shopkeeper intervened, he was met with a wall of cleavage and perfectly calibrated pouts. Harry would've watched longer, but the next gust of wind sent an entire group of girls into shrieking chaos as their skirts flew up, revealing thongs, bare asses, and one bold witch with a shaved pussy and nothing else under her skirt. Harry shook his head and laughed.
"'It's the most wonderful time of the year,'" he sang softly, and meant every word.
He cut down an alley to avoid a crowd of giggling witches, only to walk straight into a woman in a Christmas jumper … except the jumper was cropped, and the only thing holding her tits in was a candy-cane scarf. Her leggings were painted on, and her ass jiggled like gelatin with every step. She collided with Harry, squealed, and pressed her tits into his chest for balance.
"Sorry!" she gasped, her voice breathy, and her eyes wide. "I didn't see you there."
Harry steadied her by grabbing her wide hips. "Not a problem," he said, letting his hands linger. She didn't move away. Instead, she grinned and pressed in closer.
"Are you here for the Christmas specials?" she asked, her lips brushing his ear.
"Yeah, something like that," Harry said. He glanced down, and the scarf fell away, exposing a pale pink nipple dusted with snowflake glitter. He chuckled, tucked the scarf back in place for her, and gave her a wink. She giggled and hurried off with bouncing tits.
He kept going, trying to focus on his Christmas shopping, but it was a lost cause. The witches in Diagon Alley were relentless.
He saw two women in matching fur coats that were wide open, of course. They had nothing on underneath but thongs and high heels. Their nipples were rock-hard, and every step sent the fur swaying, revealing more. Harry caught the eye of one, a tall witch with long, black curls and a toothy smile. She winked at him and seductively swayed her hips, which drew his eyes down to the thinly trimmed bush between her legs.
Harry cut back onto the main street. Further down, just before Flourish & Blotts, two women stood in a shop doorway. The older woman wore a high-necked sheath dress, but the material was so thin it left nothing to the imagination. Every curve, and every dark, perfect nipple was on display, and her body was so tight she could've passed for the other woman's older sister. The other woman was in a very short skirt, black knee-high socks, and a dark blue blazer that was open at the front. She wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, and her breasts were on full display. She had a wild, hungry look in her eyes. When Harry passed, the older woman smiled politely, but the younger woman stuck her tongue out and made a blowjob motion while licking her lips.
He smirked and kept moving, trying not to laugh.
Harry ducked into a bakery to escape the wind, but even here, the girl behind the counter was a total slut. She wore an apron and nothing else. Her breasts were freckled, heavy, and tipped with pale pink nipples, and she leaned on the counter, so her cleavage formed a valley deep enough to get lost in. She grinned when she saw him and leaned even farther. Her voice was a throaty purr.
"Can I tempt you with something sweet, sir?" she said, eyes never leaving his face.
Harry bit his cheek. "I'm tempted by a lot of things," he admitted, checking out her deep cleavage. "But I'm just here for the croissants."
She giggled and bagged a pair, bending over so he could see the curve of her ass. There were no panties in sight, just a birthmark on her hip and a smooth, pink slit. She rang him up, then added, "If you want to warm up, I get off in twenty minutes."
He paid, winked, and left the shop with two pastries and a hard-on.
Outside, the wind had picked up, whipping hair, skirts, and dresses everywhere. Harry passed a group of witches huddling together for warmth. A blast of cold caught a tall, elegant witch in a navy robe as she walked by. The wind snapped it open and left her totally exposed, aside from a half-bra that left her erect nipples out in the open and a matching garter belt. She didn't even bother closing the robe. She just shrugged and let Harry take it in. He chuckled, and she grinned, her eyes bright with mischief.
As he neared the shop he wanted to visit, another burst of wind sent a parade of girls shrieking up the street, their kilts flapping, and their thighs and asses on full display. One girl tripped, landed on her butt, and her friends had to help her up, but not before Harry got a clear view up her skirt. He saw her bare, smooth pussy, glistening with wetness. She caught him staring, smiled, and spread her legs wider, offering him a better view. Harry smiled back, his eyes shining with mirth.
"Most wonderful time of the year indeed," he whispered, and ducked inside the magical leather shop, still grinning.
Inside, the warmth enveloped him like a blanket. The air was thick with the smell of tanned hide and some kind of musk that tingled the back of Harry's throat. Every surface gleamed. There were bags, riding crops, briefcases, boots, skirts, dresses, trousers, high heels, and many more items. Every item had the look of something that could be used for either business or pleasure, depending on your mood.
The front desk sat in a pool of light. A woman leaned over it, scrolling a ledger with a glossy red fingernail. She was possibly in her early forties, but she had the look of a much younger woman. Her golden blonde hair bounced in waves around her bare shoulders. The neon pink tube top barely clung to her tits, which were huge, soft-looking, and seemed to defy gravity. Her skirt was shiny black leather, and it was cut so high it might have counted as a wide belt. The gap between the tube top and the skirt exposed her sexy midriff.
She looked up at Harry and gave him a smile that said that she was about to eat him alive. "Good afternoon, sir," she purred. "Are you looking for anything special, or just browsing the goods?"
Harry's eyes moved down to her tits. "I think I've just found what I was looking for," he said, staring directly down her top.
She laughed sexily and stood up straight. It didn't help anything. Her tits just bounced, then settled high on her chest. He could see her stiff nipples pressed hard against the stretched pink fabric. "You're a cheeky one, aren't you?" She bent forward again with her arms crossed under her breasts, and Harry got a front-row view of her cleavage. "We don't get a lot of that in here, unfortunately."
He grinned. "I've got a friend. She's the bookworm type who carries tons of books with her. I want something for her. I'm looking for a bag or something that'll survive her constant use."
The blonde's eyes gleamed. "You want a magical carrier, then. Hold on." She turned and walked away, and Harry's attention dropped to the back of her thighs, which were smooth, tan, and seemed to glow in the shop lighting. The skirt did absolutely nothing to hide the curve of her ass. She stopped in front of a wall display and stretched up, grabbing a bag from a high shelf. The move hoisted the skirt even higher, and Harry saw the glint of neon green beneath. Her thong clung tightly to her fat pussy lips.
She walked back and pressed the bag to her chest, which meant Harry had to look at her tits to see the bag. "Here," she said, "It's magically expanded, feather-light, and has an auto-sorting feature. You can drop fifty textbooks in here, and it'll never get heavier than a bag of crisps." She squeezed the bag, and her tits bulged over the top of her tube top. She didn't bother fixing it, and Harry certainly wasn't going to complain.
Harry reached out, but instead of taking the bag, he slid his hand up her bare arm. "You know, you're a great saleswitch," he said. "I think you deserve a tip."
She didn't flinch. "How big a tip are we talking, love?"
Harry closed the distance. His hand found her waist, and her skin was warm and impossibly soft. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her collarbone, then trailed kisses up the line of her neck, tasting her sweet skin. The woman moaned and dropped the bag behind her. Both hands went straight to the back of Harry's head, and her fingers tangled in his hair.
He nuzzled lower, kissing along the upper edge of the tube top. His tongue darted under the elastic, and she shivered. "Oh!" she cried out in a gravelly voice. "I can't believe this is happening," she moaned.
Harry grinned against her skin. "Believe it," he said, and kissed her cleavage.
She pulled him in, wedging his face between her tits. She shook her chest and motorboated his face. Harry went to work, licking and sucking at the exposed flesh before dragging the top down with his teeth. One nipple popped free, then the other. They were even better than he'd imagined. Her tits were heavy, pale, and crowned with big, pink areolas that looked permanently swollen.
He squeezed her tits together and buried his face between them. The blonde moaned, and her head tipped back. Her hands never left his hair. "Oh, Goddess, yes," she gasped. "Just like that."
He licked and sucked her nipples, making the poor woman gasp and squeal. He then grabbed her ass in both hands. He spread her cheeks wide and kneaded the soft flesh, and the skin was as smooth as silk. He slid a hand further between her legs, and his fingers dipped beneath the strap of her thong.
She pulled his head back by the hair, and her face was flushed and her eyes shined. "Are you really going to … EEP!" she squeaked as Harry's fingers penetrated her pussy. Her tight lips immediately began sucking on his fingers.
Harry kissed her, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. She returned the messy, hungry kiss, and her tits were pressed flat to his chest. Harry broke the kiss and curled his fingers, which made her moan loudly. "Turn around and put your hands on the desk," he told her.
She shuddered, bent at the waist, and put her hands on the desk, tits swaying. Harry dropped to his knees and shoved her skirt up. The thong was nothing but a shiny green triangle that disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. He hooked his finger underneath it and pulled it aside, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy, already slick and open. He dragged his tongue from her clit to her asshole, and she groaned in response, arching her back.
He ate her out with the same intensity he'd used on Molly that morning, licking, sucking, and nipping until her legs shook. He slid two fingers inside her and curled them up, while his tongue flicked her clit. She gasped, clapped a hand over her mouth, and came all over his face, shaking so hard she nearly fell over the counter.
When she finished, she slumped over the desk. Hair stuck to her face, and her tits were mashed against the wood. "I've …" she began, breathing heavily. "I've never felt anything like that … OH!" she squeaked as Harry brushed his fingers over her swollen clit, making her orgasm flare harder.
Harry stood, wiped his mouth, and kissed her again. "How much do I owe you?" he asked, pulling out his Gringotts Bank Vouchers.
She laughed, straightened, and adjusted her breasts with both hands, which only made her tits look even bigger. She reached for the bag on the floor, handed it to him, and then scribbled something on a business card. "Here," she said, pushing it into his pocket. "It's my Floo address. In case you need … a cleaning for your bag. That'll be twenty-four galleons. I'm giving you twenty percent off."
Harry smiled wickedly. "You've been more than helpful."
She giggled with her tits still out and shook them at him. "Come back soon!" she practically shouted.
He left the shop with the bag, the scent of her pussy on his lips, and the vouchers burning a hole in his pocket.
Hogwarts Adventure
The moment Harry stepped back into the street, the wind tried to rip the bag from his hand. He tucked it under his arm and braced against the cold, grinning like a madman. The alley was even busier now, and the parade of flesh had only gotten more extreme. He passed a pair of witches in matching silver catsuits that were unzipped to the navel and a flock of girls in crop tops, high ponytails, and fuzzy earmuffs. Their legs were bare and covered in goosebumps.
He made it three steps before he saw a familiar face. Her long, golden hair whipped fiercely in the wind. Her dress was a tiny, glittery, strapless thing with a flared skirt that barely covered the crease at the tops of her thighs. Her tits were large, round, and packed into the dress like two perky grapefruits. The skirt whipped in the wind, giving the street full, repeated views of the smooth, creamy skin of her ass and the soft, pink flush between her legs. Her feet were strapped into five-inch pink heels. It took Harry a second to recognize her. It was Lavender Brown, in the flesh.
She squealed when she saw him, then ran up and wrapped herself around his neck. She pressed her tits into his chest, and her skirt hiked so high he could feel the heat of her pussy against his jeans.
"Harry!" she cried out, nuzzling into his ear. "Thank goodness you're here. Parvati and her family left on holiday, and I've been so bored."
He laughed and spun her once before setting her down. "You know I'll always make time for you, Lavender."
She posed, sticking out one hip and giving him a full shot of her body. All the curves were in exactly the right places. "Do you like it?" she asked, pulling at the front of the dress to make her tits even more obvious. "I had to beat three other witches to get this in my size."
Harry eyed the dress, then let his gaze drop to her bare legs and the pink flush of her mound, which was on full display every time the wind caught her. "I'd say it was worth the fight."
She giggled. "I know, right? Sadly, you're the only guy who appreciates a sexy witch."
He grinned. "Their loss is my gain. So, what are you doing here in the Alley?"
She hooked her arm through his and leaned in so he could hear her over the wind. Her breath was hot and pleasant. "Mum's making me work in the family business for the holidays. Can you believe it? Me, in retail." She shuddered, and the movement made her tits bounce. "It's the leather shop … if you ever want to come and visit me," she said with a not-so-subtle hint.
Harry raised an eyebrow and showed her the bag he had just bought. "Your mum owns the leather shop?"
Lavender nodded and gave him a look. "You met her? Did she try to sleep with you? She always does that. It's so embarrassing."
Harry snorted. "She's very persuasive."
"I bet she is. I always tell her to act her age, but she never listens," Lavender said, squeezing his arm. She gave him a sultry once-over, as if evaluating whether she should bend over and offer her pussy to him right here in the street. Then she yelped as a gust of wind blew her skirt completely up around her waist, baring her bald pussy to half of Diagon Alley.
Harry stepped behind her, shielding her from the wind, and cupped his hands around her bare hips. The skirt dropped, but his hands stayed, warming her skin through the cold.
"Fucking weather," Lavender grumbled, but she arched back against him, enjoying the feel of his palms. "It's freezing."
Harry let his hands wander up and down her thighs, then back under the skirt, stroking her soft, shivering skin. "You could've worn something warmer," he teased as his fingers grazed the slick crease between her legs.
She moaned loud enough for everyone to hear. Several witches watched the scene unfold while glaring daggers at Lavender. "I wanted to look good," she whispered, shifting her hips to rub her ass against his crotch. "And anyway, everyone uses Warming Charms. Except my mum says it's bad for the skin. She says a little cold keeps you 'tight and perky.'" She cupped her tits, squeezed them together, and let out a dramatic sigh. "She's such a bitch."
Harry laughed, and, emboldened by the lack of protest, slid his hands around to the front of her skirt. He dragged his fingers up her inner thighs, stopping just short of her pussy. "You're shivering," he said, and Lavender whimpered when his fingers finally found her clit. It was already swollen and damp despite the temperature.
"I'll warm you up," he promised, and with a quick, smooth motion, slipped two fingers inside her. Her pussy instantly clamped down on his fingers, refusing to let go.
She gasped and clung to his arm for support. Her legs almost buckled, and she squealed when his other hand found her nipple through the thin dress. He pinched, tugged, and twisted it, and Lavender let out a gasp that was full of wanton desire.
"I can't believe you're doing this," she said, her voice high and shaking. "Right here, in the street!"
"I don't think anyone cares. Besides, the only ones watching are jealous women, and every one of them wishes they were you right now," Harry cheekily stated, then leaned in to kiss her neck. The smell of her perfume made his cock throb.
Lavender melted against him, squirming. "I've missed this," she said, nuzzling his jaw. "I've missed you. We really need to spend more alone time together." Harry couldn't argue with that.
He slipped his hand from her dress and licked her taste off his fingers. "Do you want to get a drink and warm up?" he asked.
She looked at him and smiled prettily. "Let's get tea," she said, then grabbed his hand and shoved it under her skirt again. "But you're keeping your hand here until we get there."
Harry let her lead the way while his fingers were buried in the heat of her pussy. He gently stroked her sopping lips from behind and even tickled her asshole, which made her gasp and mewl.
They walked the last stretch with Harry's hand still hidden under her skirt, and the world's sluttiest blonde pressed tight to his side. As they ducked into the Leaky Cauldron, the wind slammed the door behind them. Harry only hoped that Lavender's mother wouldn't be too upset with her being late. There were plenty of empty rooms upstairs, and Harry wasn't done with his dear Lav-Lav by a long shot.