Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

"Let's see here… bit of a tricky one, aren't you?" Harry tapped his chin as he stared at rows of boxes, "Don't worry though, we'll find the right match. It can take time." He turned to the boy waiting a little anxiously, "Trust me, it took dozens of tries before I found the right match." Though of course that was a bit of a special case.

The shop he'd built for himself lacked the thin layer of dust that had been ever-present at Ollivanders, but there were stacks and stacks of thin boxes containing wands of numerous woods and cores just like the old shop.

"Ah here we are…" He summoned a box from up high. Sliding it open, the wand inside was white with a neatly carved handle and the slightest of curves from the handle to the tip. He offered it to the boy who looked a bit more relaxed after hearing just how long it took him to find his match. This would only be the fourth one they tried, so they had quite a way to go to reach his total.

Before the wand was even waved, Harry could see that it was a match from the way his eyes lit up. But when he did wave his wand, a shower of brilliantly bright sparks emerged from the tip. It was fantastic to see the pure wonder and joy in his face, "I'd say we found you a perfect match."

Handing him the box, he explained, "White Ash with the heartstring of a guivre for a core." It was a dragon-like, serpentine creature native to France with poisonous breath. He often used Ollivanders' Supreme Cores, but found there were certain instances where they simply weren't the best match.

"It's fantastic." The boy said in awe, he couldn't take his eyes off the piece of wood in his hand. His mother and father were sitting in a pair of comfy chairs in the corner, but stood when they realized that he'd found his match.

The woman went to their son and rubbed his head, "See, nothing to worry about, Pierre. You found your match in no time at all." Pierre was at a loss for words and could only beam up at his mother.

His father approached the counter with a pouch of coins in hand, "We heard good things about you. But we were a bit skeptical. We both got ours from Lafayette in Paris when we were young. But I must say, you are quite impressive."

"I do what I can." Harry said humbly as he opened the till.

The man looked at the wall behind the counter, "How much for a holster?" He smiled at an old memory, "I know from experience how foolish it can be to just carry it around in your pocket."

Harry chuckled, "Plenty of us have at least one of those stories. He grabbed one from the wall, "Two for the holster. It suits students perfectly fine, nothing special, but it'll give him somewhere to put it other than his pocket or robes." It was fine quality but not enchanted or made from dragon-hide, like some of the more expensive holsters.

The man pulled eight gold coins from the pouch and slid them across the counter. It was only seven for everything, but he'd grown accustomed to getting a little extra from satisfied customers. The father grabbed the holster, gave Harry one last nod of the head, and headed to the door with the rest of his family.

As they reached the door, it opened with a ding, and Harry found himself beaming at the vision of beauty that was standing there, "Oh, excuse me, so sorry." Apolline stepped out of the way and held the door open for the family.

"Thank you." The mother said graciously… as she pushed her son through the door. He was quite understandably staring at the young woman waiting to come into his shop. Quite impressively, the father managed to just incline his head in thanks and keep going along his way. Young Pierre, turned back to look at her, but stopped when his mother thwacked him lightly on the back of the head.

Harry chuckled as Apolline closed the door behind her and gave an innocent smile, "What?"

"Oh nothing, I just can't imagine I would've been much better at his age if I saw someone as stunning as you." He quirked an eyebrow at her and looked her up and down, "And chances are he's not going to forget you anytime soon."

"He was cute enough," She teased him with a little giggle, "but a bit young for me." Wearing a simple, white sundress with her hair up in a loose ponytail, she was captivating. As always. She glided across the shop and leaned herself over the counter, he got the briefest view down her dress to her perky globes beneath, before she leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. Pulling back, he knew he had a dopey look on his face as she gave him a bright smile, "I missed you."

Shaking his head, he couldn't hide his amusement, "You saw me, yesterday."

"Too long." She pouted, "And worse yet, I woke up alone this morning."

"Demanding…" he pointed out as he stepped around the counter to hug her.

"I warned you." She said as she traced her finger against his chest.

"Oh, I'm not complaining." He didn't mind it one bit. They'd been together just a month, but he'd loved every second of it. Passionate and wonderful, that was the only way he could describe their time together. And despite her needy nature, she was understanding of his business and its importance to him.

"No, of course not." She leaned up to peck him on the lips again, "You've been absolutely wonderful, so understanding…" she kissed against the side of his jaw and down to the center of it, "You will come over tonight?"

His breath hitched as she rubbed her hand against the front of his trousers. Her touch was absolutely intoxicating, just the slightest hint of it could have him hard and throbbing, "You mean Vivienne's?" She was staying with her friend at her family's southern vacation home, just the two of them, "Would it not be better to come over to mine?" Honestly, he didn't care where he met her, but the one big difference between his place and hers was that he didn't have any roommates to worry about.

"No," Apolline told him firmly, "Your bed is nice enough, but mine is better." She traced her finger against the bulge in his trousers and giggled when she felt him pulse against the fabric, "I will make you something delicious for dinner and then we will have a wonderful dessert." Those last words dripped with the promise of pleasure

"Alright…" He found himself agreeing even if he thought it might not be fair to her best friend. He knew that they weren't the greatest about keeping quiet… or even picking a private place to make love. The beautiful brunette had walked in on them once on the couch, and once on the kitchen counter. And maybe it was his English prudishness, but he and Apolline didn't respond to it the same way. His radiant veela lover simply kept right on fucking him each time while he struggled not to blush and apologize.

"Perfect." She beamed up at him and gave him another kiss. She looked down at his trousers and rubbed the flat of her palm against his cock, "Would you like some help with that?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock at the suggestion, "Uhmm…" He was saved from having to answer that enticing offer by the ringing of the door.

His veela lover tried not to smile as she moved her hands back up to his chest, "Shame… some other time." She kissed the base of his neck and gave him a sinfully sexy smirk, "I'll see you tonight." With that she turned around but stood in front of him for a moment to give him the chance to get behind the counter.

A mother and her daughter came through the door, and looked briefly between Harry and Apolline. The older of the two women had a hard time hiding her amusement as the statuesque blonde strode back out into the streets of Saint-Tropez, the sway of her hips almost hypnotic.

"So..." Harry finally looked to the two ladies as the door closed behind her, "On your way to Beauxbatons I take it?" He might have asked the girl a few more questions than normal as he waited for his… situation to alleviate itself.

The sun was setting, creating a beautiful horizon that reflected on the rolling waters of the Mediterranean. There was a light breeze blowing through the house as they sat next to one another at a candlelit table.

"It is good, yes?" Apolline asked him again, whether it was because she was genuinely concerned or because she just wanted to hear more of his praise, he didn't know. While he would have eaten the meal even if she'd been a less than fantastic cook that wasn't the case. She cooked with a refined skill that genuinely surprised him. He was a fair cook himself, but he would say she put him to shame.

"If the almost completely clean plate wasn't enough of an indication, it was the finest meal I've ever had the pleasure of eating," he told her, squeezing her hand to show his appreciation, "Now stop looking for more compliments." She blushed slightly, but couldn't hide how pleased she was with his approval. Proud as she was, he'd found that she deeply valued any of his opinions.

Biting down on the last bit of his perfectly cooked lamb, Harry couldn't help but stare at the woman next to him. Everything she did had an effortless air to it, an innate grace that very few people could ever hope to achieve. It even fell over to the way she ate.

Despite the fact that it was just the two of them sharing an intimate, homecooked meal, she could still put any woman he'd ever met to shame. Then, she could put most women to shame if she was wearing a burlap sack. She wore a little black dress that showed off just the right amount of her smooth, long legs. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders and there wasn't a hint of makeup on her face. And as she ate, she idly stroked the inside of his thigh, her dainty hand just ghosting over the loose fabric of his trousers.

Noticing his attention, she gave him a sexy little smile as she brought a glass of red wine to her full lips. Taking a quick sip, she asked him with a quirked eyebrow, "What?"

"Just counting my blessings for the odd turns that life can take." He told her earnestly.

"Funny, I've been thinking much the same thing lately…" Apolline seemed to glow with joy, and he couldn't think of a more wonderful sight, "By the way, thank you for the flowers this afternoon. The lilies were gorgeous." It'd been a simple gesture to mark their first month together.

If it meant seeing that radiant smile on her face, he would be happy to do it over and over again, "It was my pleasure."
"It will be." She told him softly and traced the inside of his thigh just a little bit harder.

Their good time was interrupted then as the door to the beach house opened and in walked a disgruntled-looking Vivienne. She slammed the door behind her and then came up short when she remembered herself, "Sorry, sorry… I didn't mean to interrupt." She was wearing a cute yellow dress that hugged her gentle curves wonderfully, and highlighted the swell of her breasts.

"It's fine," Harry told her, while Apolline just nodded her head. While she was listening to her friend, she was more interested in gliding her hand higher along his thigh. Glancing in her direction, she didn't let on that anything was out of the ordinary as she looked concerned toward her friend, "Everything alright?"

The beautiful brunette gave him a fake smile and answered with a slight hitch in her voice, "Yes, of course."

"What happened?" Apolline asked, concerned.

She looked between the pair of them, honey-brown eyes flicking back and forth as she bit her lip, and waved her off, "Oh nothing, things just aren't quite as fun without you there." That at least sounded honest, "Now don't mind me. You two are having a lovely evening, don't let me ruin it."

Given the way that her best friend was currently stroking at his half-hard cock through his trousers, he didn't think there was any chance of that. The woman was already a sexual creature, but that combined with red wine only seemed to exacerbate it.

With that, Vivienne headed toward the corridor and her room. He didn't hear the door close, but that small fact didn't really come to his attention as his beautiful lover slinked her way down beneath the table and situated herself between his knees, "Now for dessert." She hooked her fingers beneath the waist of his trousers and pants and pulled them all the way down and off his feet. His cock rested against the inside of his thigh, and he could feel as her allure flared at the sight of it, "Oh wonderful! My favorite!"

Harry chuckled at the almost childlike enthusiasm that she said it with as she wrapped her wonderfully soft, petite hands around his growing manhood. She squeezed and stroked him to full hardness and then laid his cock against her cheek. He ran his hand through her silky blonde locks as she smiled up at him adoringly. Even now, he couldn't believe the overwhelming devotion that she showed him. The fervency with which she made sure he experienced such heavenly pleasure. Of course, it only made him want to return the favor.

"Now… just sit back and let me enjoy, while you enjoy." With that she took him into her mouth, and sucked hard on the spongy crown. Her tongue peaked out and stroked against his frenulum and it made him buck his hips.

"Oh… yes. Apolline that's so fucking good! Oh gods..." She went to work then, pushing herself all the way to the base of his cock in one fluid motion. She looked up at him with those captivating blue eyes as she kissed the base of his shaft with her chin resting against his balls. Pulling down the straps of her dress, he was treated to the site of her perky tits as she got to work.

Falling into a steady rhythm, she just effortlessly glided up and down his cock, pressing exquisitely against his cock-flesh on the way up before pushing down until her throat bulged with his bulbous cockhead. Every moan and exultation she pulled from him only made her work harder.

"Bloody hell, you're amazing!" He didn't even realize that he fell into English as she sucked and glucked, and worshiped every inch of his manhood with exquisite skill. That slip sent her into a fervor that would have put a professional to shame. She reached up and squeezed his heavy orbs as she fucked her face against his crotch. Little bits of spittle dropped to the floor as she deepthroated his shaft over and over again.

He was in heaven as she pushed him closer and closer to his peak. And then, all of sudden, when he was right on the precipice she slowed, and left only his throbbing crown in her wet mouth. She pulled off of him with a pop and slid her way up his body. If it weren't for the slight glisten of saliva on her chin, you would have a hard time guessing what she'd just been doing.

Pushing his shirt up as she went, she kissed against his abs and his chest, and his neck until she ended up just next to his ear. She planted her pert bubble butt just above his cock. He groaned as he felt her bare slit rub against the top of his cock. She moved her hips against his crotch, grinding against him as she spoke heavy and breathy into his ear, "Take me to bed."

Before he had a chance to stand, she grabbed his shaft, her fingertips tickling the head of his cock and slotted him into her flawless sex. She was always so perfectly warm and tight, as though she'd been his made for his cock. And from what she's told me of veela, that's not that far from the truth.

Wrapping his hand around her taut waist, he pushed through the pleasure, and stood. A deep, sensual moan rolled from low in her chest as the movement left him hilted in her. She brought her lithe legs up and wrapped them around his waist as he walked them toward her bedroom. Her pretty black dress was now little more than a belt just above her hips.

"So good. Your big, beautiful cock fills me up soooo, so…. Good!" She screamed out the last word as she buried her face against the crook of his neck and sucked on the sensitive skin there. He took a handful of her beautiful bum and squeezed hard. Normally, he would have given some thought to the fact they weren't alone, but considering the heavenly warmth hugging him, he had more important things to worry about.

With every step, a little trickle of her girlcum squirted out of her stretched slit and dropped to the floor beneath them. They left a trail on their path to her room, but they both came up short when they heard a throaty moan from the first room in the hallway.

Apolline pulled back and gave him the most ludicrously sexy look he'd seen in her entire life, "Well, looks like someone is enjoying herself..." She humped her hips softly against his groin as they just stood there for a moment.

"Oh… fuck…" They could just make out the soft sounds of Vivienne from her room, "I want it… please… please… please… yes… Apolline! He's so fucking good!"

Harry didn't know how to respond to that but Apolline didn't hesitate for a second. Digging her fingers into his chest, she whispered low and needy, "Pin me against that wall and fuck me! Right! Now!"

"Demanding…" He teased her, but before she could respond he already pivoted and pushed her against the wall with a thump.

"Oh!" She screamed and whimpered as he started battering her pussy with full, steady thrusts. Every plunge of his cock was met with high-pitched, blissful little squeaks and moans, "Fuck me with that massive. Fat. Beautiful cock." She enunciated each word just a little bit more loudly than was perfectly necessary, and she struggled with the last as he felt her slippery sheath tighten around him, "Oh fuck…. Cumming so hard, so fucking… hard!"

Placing her hands on the wall behind her, she managed to arch her back even as she was suspended by nothing more than the wall and his cock. Her chest and face flushed and there was creamy essence gathered at the base of his cock as he relentlessly pounded into her. As Apolline twitched through her climax, her body jiggled in the most delicious ways.

But they were rudely interrupted as Vivienne opened her door in a rush. Wearing nothing more than a pair of boyshorts, with an obvious wet spot on the front, and a loose shirt, she seemed ready to berate them but came up short as Apolline cut her off before she had the chance to get going, "You forgot the Silencing Charm this time, Viv."

Her friend flushed, but managed to compose herself, "Well, you never remember yours…"

She gave a cute little snort, "I don't ever want to put them up." The gorgeous blonde unlocked her legs from behind his back and struggled to get her legs on the ground. Pulling his cream-covered cock free, it allowed her to place her dainty feet on the ground. Vivienne couldn't decide where to look, but she couldn't stop herself from glancing both at her best friend's tiny, abused slit and Harry's dripping cock. Apolline smirked as she let her dress pool at her feet, "Because I love teasing you…"

Then she did the most obscene thing he could possibly imagine in that moment, she reached down to her swollen lips and gathered a bit of her cum on her fingers. And then she brought it right to Vivienne's lips. He knew from experience that Apolline was nothing short of delicious, and from the way the brunette's honey-brown eyes rolled to the back of her head, he knew she thought the same.

As she sucked on the digit loudly, Apolline only giggled, "Have you missed the taste of my pussy?" A drop of precum leaked from his cock at just the thought of the two gorgeous French girls coiled together, licking at each other. Merlin and Morgana, this is incredible.

Vivienne nodded without letting go of the finger. She whimpered as her best friend dipped a finger beneath the waist of her cute knickers and sunk a finger into her dripping sex. The wet spot on the front only grew as Apolline continued, "How many times have you played with your little pussy to the sound of Harry fucking me out of my mind with pleasure, hmm?" While the veela was slightly shorter than the witch, she was clearly the one in control.

Finally, the brunette let go of the digit. She was panting with need as she managed to get out, "Every… every time." Her eyes drifted back to Harry and locked in on his cock.

Apolline hummed and looked over her shoulder at him, "You hear that, this needy little slut has been frigging herself to us. We've been her personal show these last few weeks."

"My personal tease… more like…" Vivienne said through gritted teeth, "It's been…"

"Wonderful, maybe we should show you." Suddenly, Apolline pushed against Vivienne's shoulder as she leaned up to capture her lips. Using the fingers that were lodged in her friend's tunnel, she guided her back toward the bed. A bit dumbly, Harry just followed behind as the pair fell into each other.

In a matter of seconds, he was treated to the sight of two beautiful, taut bodies sliding against each other on the bed as 
Apolline effortlessly removed her friend's clothes. Vivienne had slim hips, a pert bum, and a pale, pink pussy topped with a small patch of neatly trimmed hair above it. Her tits were bouncy, a bit bigger than Apolline's with retrousse nipples. His veela lover pulled away from her friend and crooked her finger at him, "I know my pussy belongs to you, my love. But do you think it would be okay if Vivienne had a taste? It is her favorite treat, after all."

When he was close enough that she could touch him, she grabbed his cock and started stroking. He wasn't foolish enough to say no to such a sexy proposition, "Of course."

Apolline beamed at him before looking down to her friend, "And while my pussy belongs to him, his cock belongs to me…" 
She gave him a firm squeeze, "But that doesn't mean I'm not willing to share… Would you like that?"

"Gods yes!" Vivienne whimpered as she played with her own pussy, "Please!"

"Consider this a thank you for years of being such a wonderful friend." With that his veela lover turned to face him, and dropped her pristine pussy down onto Vivienne's waiting lips. The second she got close enough, her long, pink tongue popped out of her mouth so she could get more of that delicious treat. Her arms hooked over the top of Apolline's thighs, and she dug her fingers into the firm flesh of her ass.

If that wasn't enough to spur him on, Apolline took hold of the base of his cock and it down hard against her friend's clit. It made the lithe brunette moan into her friend's pussy. The veela's eyes fluttered as she brought his swollen glands to the brunette's sex, "Go on, my love, make her night." With that she grabbed hold of Vivienne's thighs and spread her wide as she could go, and pressed her knees flat against the bed. It left her pussy stretched and displayed obscenely against his 
crown.

Unable to believe the situation he'd found himself in, he slid his cock the first few inches into the French witch's horny pussy. She was hot and wet, and she squelched as he sunk deeper and deeper into her body. Apolline was staring at it needily, biting her bottom lip as she watched her friend stretch around the cock that she had cum on hundreds of times.

Vivienne felt wonderful around his cock, not quite as perfect as veela pussy, but wonderful all the same, "Fuck her... Harry!" Apolline commanded as she started humping her pussy across the brunette's lips. Vivienne made a noise desperate, needy noise into from beneath her friend's bum as she wiggled her hips to try and entice him.

Not wanting to disappoint either of the gorgeous girls on the bed. He started fucking against her. He'd been kept on edge twice now, and he wouldn't tolerate it happening a third. He thrust over and over, making her full tits shake and shudder with every smack and thwack of their bodies. Apolline pressed one of her hands down against Vivienne's abs and he felt her against the top of his cock, "You're so deep…" She leaned in and placed a kiss on his chest, "We need to use a mirror next time we make love. I want to see what I look like when you ravage me with your beautiful dick."

Before he could even think to respond to that, she leaned further down and started licking the top of his shaft as it plunged in and out of her friend's little slit. "Oh fuck…" he threw his head back as he teetered on the edge of what he knew would be a massive orgasm.

"Let it out…" Apolline whispered lovingly as she kept kissing the top of his cock, "Let it all out… You've been so perfect tonight, you deserve to blow a big, hot load in a tight little pussy."

There was no way he could resist any longer. With a grunt, he pushed himself to the hilt in Vivienne's cunt. She keened high and hard from between Apolline's thighs as he filled her with pulse, after pulse, after pulse of the thickest load of cum he'd ever produced. Spurred on by the press of the allure, and after being edged twice already, he couldn't say that he was surprised. His veela lover twitched through a peak of her own as she squeezed his balls to coax out every last drop.

Spent, Harry pulled free of Vivienne's clutching heat and watched as a thick stream of his seed leaked out of her sex. It didn't get the chance to hit the bed though as Apolline would never allow such a thing.

Hopping off her friend's face, he was unsurprised to find Vivienne covered in his lover's juices. However, that only held his attention for a second as Apolline situated herself between her friend's thighs, "I said you could have his cock… but his cum belongs to me."

"Oh!" Vivienne's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her best friend buried her tongue as deep as she could manage into her sex. If that alone wasn't enough to keep him hard, the way Apolline reached back and spread her rosy, red pussy lips certainly would have been.

By the time they were done, he'd cum three more times… and Apolline was even nice enough to give her friend a taste. As he drifted off to sleep that night there was no getting rid of the smile on his face. Life doesn't get much better than this.

If you enjoyed this and want to read the rest of my work visit the link in my profile.
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed! 
