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Chapter List
- 1-A Needed Night Out
- 2-Business Opportunities
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Head Auror Harry Potter sighed as he sealed the parchment in front of him, marking the end of yet another interminable day. He pushed his glasses up further on his forehead so he could massage his throbbing eyes.

How had he ended up here?

The-Boy-Who-Lived had gone from war hero to decorated auror to paper-shuffling bureaucrat in hardly any time at all. His twenty-third birthday was less than a month behind him, and he felt as though he’d been trapped in his office for an eternity. Granted, it was a glamorous prison of plush leather chairs, mahogany desks and bookshelves, and antique carpets with the deferential treatment of his staff and the fawning of other ministry officials, but it was a prison nevertheless.

After Ginny had dumped him — it never would have worked out, anyways — he’d thrown himself into his work, keen on demonstrating that he was worthy of his reputation. Promotion had come quickly as he rounded up Death Eater remnants and brought down dark wizards. He’d held his current position for nearly two years now. Two years of peace and prosperity, or, as he often thought of it: two years of interminable boredom.

All he had, it seemed, was his work. Ron and Hermione had relocated to the United States, visiting only rarely, and his other friends had drifted away. It wasn’t proper to fraternize with any of the jurors anymore, either, since he was their superior.

Sighing again, he stood up and summoned his cloak. His assistant must have heard him rise, because she stuck his head in from the reception room.

“Heading out, sir?”

“Yes. You can head home, Watkins. I think I’ll do inspections of rounds tomorrow. Get out of the office for a bit.”

“Very good, sir. Have a good evening.”

A good evening was unlikely. He could attend dinner with the Minister’s Cabinet (something he avoided at all costs), or go to a wizarding pub to be fawned over and bought drinks all night, or he could go home to his elegant and spacious, yet empty flat. On the spur of the moment, and seemingly out of nowhere, he decided to head into Muggle London. He could eat, drink, and be around people who had no idea who he was.

A quick series of spells had him dressed in a more Muggle-appropriate T-shirt, tight black jeans, and black ankle boots. A turn of the heel and a sharp crack brought him to an alley in Soho. Strolling out, he selected the busiest pub in sight and headed towards it.

Forty minutes, three shots of tequila, five pints of bitter, a burger, and a bowl of chips later, he felt more human than he had in ages. Enough so that he actually felt muscles and mind relaxing. It had been a long time, but he actually thought that a visit to a club was in order.

He might even try flirting a bit: you never knew what might happen.

Mind made up, he paid his tab and headed back out into the night. Loud music drew him to a nearly anonymous black-fronted building. The heavy wood door had a stylized raven imprinted in silver wire and the words “Misfortune’s Haven.” Curious, Harry entered, and was nearly blown backwards by the blast of sound that hit him. His eyes and ears quickly adjusted to the pounding music and flashing lights. He fought his way to the bar and ordered a whisky, sipping it as he examined the room. He’d clearly chosen well: fashionably clad and attractive young people surged through the large space, gyrating and bouncing to the music.

As he watched, a tall woman leaned back, allowing another girl to suck a shot of tequila out of her belly button. In leaning back, the first girl’s cropped T-shirt rode up, exposing pert breasts to Harry’s hungry gaze. He felt himself getting hard and shifted position slightly.

Despite dating Ginny and Cho, and, more importantly, despite being a bona fide celebrity, Harry had very little sexual experience. He and Cho had kissed, and Ginny had given him handjobs a few times. Outside of that, he had drunkenly hooked up with another auror once — he thought they had had sex, but neither of them remembered clearly — and, in desperation, he had engaged an escort’s services the year prior. Mostly, he was always too tired to try anything. Now, however, his levels of loneliness, horniness, and malaise were at just the right level to make him want to try something.

He scanned the room and saw a young woman seemingly on her own at a cocktail table. She was a little shorter than him, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a pink mini dress that revealed quite a lot of her chest and almost all of her legs. Downing the rest of his drink, Harry started to make his way across the room. When he was almost to her table a tall woman with spiked pink hair passed him, grabbed the blonde around the waist and leaned down to kiss her possessively. Blushing, Harry swerved and headed for the loos.

Several things taken care of, he washed his hands and headed back into the noise, only slightly disheartened by his failure.

“That was quite funny, Harry,” said a familiar voice.

Harry jumped and turned to face the speaker. It took him a moment to recognize her. She was exactly his height, with light brown skin and twinkling amber eyes. Her black hair was shaved on one side and cut short on the other except for a braided strand that ran down over her bare shoulders. She was wearing a black leather corset top and tight leather pants with high-heeled boots. Her arms and what he could see of her chest, were covered in intricate tattoos. Several gold rings pierced her left ear, one of which supported a chain which ran to a nose piercing.

“Parvati?” He stammered.

“Close,” she said. “Padma. Parvati’s over there.” She pointed, and Harry glanced, seeing a nearly identical woman walking towards them. Parvati’s hair was styled the same, but in a mirror of her twin, and she was less heavily tattooed. She wore a a red vest which hung open, secured only by a thin gold chain, offering a tantalizing view of her cleavage, and a very short metallic gold skirt.

“Well, well, well,” she purred, approaching them. “If it isn’t Head Auror Potter, here to grace our humble establishment.”

“Your establishment?” Asked Harry, doing his best to look his former classmate in the eyes.

“Of course!” Said Padma. “We both got a bit sick of how prudish and old-fashioned wizards can be, and thought that we deserved some fun.”

“First time here, Harry?” Asked Parvati. He nodded.

“He tried to pick up Kelsey,” said Padma, jerking her head in the direction of the petite blonde, who was currently perched atop a table with her legs wrapped around the tall girl. Parvati laughed.

“That was never going to work, and you’re lucky Lisa didn’t catch on. She’s pretty territorial.”

Harry blushed.

“Now, why on earth are you prowling around here for tail, Harry?” Asked Padma, snapping her fingers at the bartender and raising three fingers. “Surely you can get whatever you need in Diagon Alley?”

“I don’t really like the celebrity treatment,” he said, honestly. Now that he was somewhat over the shock of seeing the prim and proper twins dressed as they were, he was relaxing a bit. His relaxation was assisted by the arrival of glasses of Champagne, courtesy of the bartender.

“Really?” Asked Parvati, downing her Champagne in a single long gulp and raising her eyebrow at the bartender, who grinned at her. She pointed a finger towards the balcony that overlooked the main room and he nodded. Parvati placed a hand on the small of Harry’s back and lead him to the stairs that spiraled up from the dance floor. As they walked, she continued. “I’d think that someone as busy as you would like the ease of dragging his cock through every young witch — or wizard — he fancies.”

Harry shook his head as he took a seat on a plush sofa between the sisters. A waitress arrived with a bottle of Champagne, an ice bucket, and a bowl of spiced nuts.

“Not my thing,” he said, accepting a refill from Parvati. Padma leaned away from him to light a thin cigarillo.

“What is your thing, Harry?” She asked. He blushed again.

“I’m not really sure,” he admitted. “I almost never have time to go out.”

“Dry spell?”

“More like dry forever,” he said. “What’s in this? Truth potion?”

The twins laughed.

“Has it really been since Ginny left?”

“Even with her,” said Harry, figuring that he might as well go for honesty at this point. “Never quite went all the way.”

“Hmm,” said Padma. “I think I technically owe Lavender five galleons…I bet her that you two were fucking like bunnies.

“So,” said Parvati, handing out a round of lemon drop shots, “have you ever had sex?”

“A few times,” said Harry, blushing a bit. Parvati waggled her eyebrows at her twin.

They chatted for quite some time. Drinks and food came, always seemingly at exactly the right time. Harry was shocked when he noticed that the music and noise had died down. He could hear the sounds of a dishwasher, the clink of empty bottles, and the whisk of brooms. He glanced at his watch, which showed almost two in the morning.

“I should…” he started, standing. He immediately toppled over, catching himself at the last second, his face dangerously close to entering Parvati’s cleavage.

“You’re clearly not in any state to go anywhere, Harry,” said Padma, pulling him away from her sisters décolletage. “We have rooms here. And sobriety potions. Come with us.”

Between the two of them, they got him up another flight of stairs and into a spacious loft. Large windows fronted onto the streets of Soho. Minimalist furniture dotted the open floor. The twins plopped him into a comfortable armchair.

“Be right back, Harry,” said Padma, as the two made their way towards the back of the flat.

“Drink this,” came a voice a few minutes later, as a glass was thrust into Harry’s hand. He downed the liquid — which he instantly recognized as a Pepperup Potion — in two quick gulps. He felt instantly refreshed, as though he’d slept for a week. Looking up, the feeling nearly reversed: there were Parvati and Padma. They’d discarded their club attire for apparently more comfortable clothing. Parvati had opted for a sheer yellow robe, through which Harry could see a lacy black thong and nothing else that resembled clothing. Padma was wearing blue silk shorts and a matching short silk shirt, which she had left unbuttoned, offering a view not dissimilar to that he’d had of Parvati’s cleavage earlier.

Padma took Harry’s glass and handed him another, this one containing a dark amber liquid. She and Parvati sat together of a sofa facing Harry. Padma’s shirt fell all the way open, revealing perfectly-formed grapefruit-sized breasts, each capped with a large brown nipple transversed by a gold bar. Harry ogled and she smirked.

“Like what you see, Harry?” Asked Parvati. Her robe pulled tight against her breasts, which were as perfect as her sister’s.

Harry took a hasty swig of the brandy in his glass and coughed. There was no way this was happening. He had fallen asleep at his desk and was dreaming, or maybe he’d passed out at the bar, or been drugged…

Another sip of brandy cleared his head somewhat.

“Well?” Asked a smirking Padma, as she ran a finger around one of her nipples.

“Yes,” croaked Harry.

“Good,” said Parvati. “Come here.”

Harry tossed back his drink and sank onto the couch between the two girls. He was living a fantasy that every boy at Hogwarts had dreamt of at least once (he knew from Katie Bell that quite a few girls had the same fantasy). Padma’s lips captured his in a deep kiss, and her tongue darted into his mouth as her hand tangled in his hair. He immediately brought his own had up to cup her breast. Another hand made its way into his lap, gripping him through his trousers. He had never been harder in his life, and was extremely glad that he’d had a wank in the toilets earlier.

Parvati’s hand ran up his chest and gripped his chin, pulling his head away from Padma so she could kiss him, too. After several moments she broke the kiss, and, to the fulfillment of many a teenage masturbation session, the sisters kissed deeply. Harry watched, entranced, as they broke the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva dangling between their lips, which soon collapsed onto Padma’s breast.

Padma slid her shirt off as Parvati tugged Harry’s up over his head.

“Nice abs, Harry,” she said, running a hand back down his chest to the crotch of his trousers. She unfastened his jeans and tugged the zipper down. Harry turned to kiss Parvati again as Padma helped slide his trousers off, leaving him in his boxer shorts, only.

“Nice cock, too,” added Padma, as she squeezed his bulge.

Harry was proud of his cock. It wasn’t massive, but, at seven inches, it was more than enough to get the job done…not that he had a tremendous amount of experience to go on. He knew from the showers that he wasn’t as big as Dean, but Ginny hadn’t made any disparaging comments on his size, despite having been with Dean for months before they had gotten together (months that had involved enough sex to land both of them in numerous detentions). The prostitutes he’d been with had complimented him on it as well, but what else could one expect in a situation like that? Praise from a seemingly unbiased source sent a surge of pride racing through him.

“Lie back, Harry,” said Parvati, casting her robe aside and shimmying out of her panties. Seeing where his eyes were glued, she spread her bald and glistening lips open. “How are you at eating pussy, Harry?”

“Find out,” said Harry, suddenly confident. This was one thing he did know how to do, courtesy of one of his sessions with an escort. During that session he’d learned that Parseltongue had an interesting bonus application.

Parvati straddled his face and lowered her gorgeous vagina towards him. He darted his tongue out, mouthing her name in the language of snakes, flicking rapidly over her already engorged clit.

“Holy fuck!” Moaned Partvati, slamming herself down on his mouth. “Wait ’til you get a go with this tongue, Pads! He’s amazing!”

Parvati moaned wantonly as Padma divested herself of her remaining clothes and knelt between Harry’s legs.

“Take your time, sis. You know how much I like to suck cock.

Harry grunted into Parvati’s cunt as he felt a small warm mouth close over his cock. Fingers gently caressed his balls as lips made contact with his pubes. Padma expertly took his full length in and out of her mouth, bringing pleasure Harry had never felt before. Thankfully, between the alcohol in his system, his wank in the bathroom earlier, his impressive stamina, and a rather odd “counter intelligence” training sequence that aurors went through, he knew he could last nearly as long as he could want. He set aside part of his mind to enjoy what Padma was doing to his cock, and focused the greater part of his attention on the dripping pussy attached to his mouth.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Padma pressed his legs upwards and removed her mouth from his cock. She licked down to his balls, spending several moments licking and sucking them before heading lower. Harry moaned in almost agonizing pleasure as, for the first time in his life, he felt the sensation of a tongue sliding over his anus. Padma kept her attentions focused there for a few minutes while she rubbed the head of his cock with one hand and pleasured herself with the other.

Content with having introduced Harry to a new form of pleasure, Padma took his cock back in her mouth, running her tongue around his shaft as she took him in and out of her throat. Harry redoubled his efforts of Parvati’s copiously dripping cunt. Before long she was shuddering and letting out small whines of indescribable ecstasy, and despite all his efforts, Harry was also getting close to his limit.

“Gonna cum,” groaned Partvati, and she locked her thighs tight around Harry’s head, riding her orgasm for all it was worth.

“You ready to cum, too, Harry?” Asked Padma, pulling her mouth briefly away from his cock.

“Close,” groaned Harry, as Parvati dismounted and kissed him passionately.

“This ought to finish you,” said Padma, and suddenly Harry felt the sensation of two slimy fingers entering his arse. After the momentary pain of intrusion, the fingers curled upwards and seemed to press a button inside him that triggered his own orgasm. Bucking his hips madly, Harry erupted into Padma’s mouth, unloading what felt like gallons of semen.

The two girls pulled away from Harry, and, as he watched with disbelieving eyes, pulled each other into another kiss, clearly sharing his cum back and forth between them several times. The sight was enough to keep Harry hard and more than ready for another round. Suddenly, Parvati pulled Harry into their kiss. Without thinking, he opened his mouth to accept her tongue, and felt a glob of something salty slide into his mouth.

Twenty minutes ago he would have been repulsed at the idea of tasting his own semen, but, then again, he would also have claimed to have no interest in arse-play, either, yet he now knew that a new door had been opened, so to speak, that could never be closed again. Now, aware that he was being inducted into a new world of hedonistic enjoyment, he simply accepted the transfer of cum, and the kissed Padma, receiving even more cum into his mouth.

“Swallow, Harry,” urged Parvati. He complied, shuddering only slightly as the bitter liquid drained into his stomach.

“Good boy,” purred Padma, pulling him in for another kiss. She took hold of his still rock hard member. “Ready for round two?”

He nodded and the girls backed away, beckoning him with crooked fingers. He eagerly followed the two into a partitioned section of the loft which served as their bedroom. Parvati sank to her knees and pulled Harry towards her.

“Padma got a taste already, but I want one, too.”

Padma, meanwhile, lay down on the bed and spread her legs, showing Harry her glistening pussy and a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She played with herself for a few minutes as she enjoyed the show that Harry and her sister were putting on.

“Enough of that. You got his tongue, ‘Vati: I want his cock. Get over here, Harry.”

It was an order, but one Harry was eager to acquiesce to. He crawled up to Padma and eagerly slid his cock into her wet and waiting pussy, feeling velvety walls close around him. He began to thrust, urged on by Padma’s moans.

“Not so fast, Harry…slower…that’s it!”

He could hear Parvati doing something behind him, but focused on the incredible feelings entering his body. His attention was forced away when he felt a tongue flick gently against his anus, causing him to grunt again in pleasure. That grunt turned into a whimper when Parvati pressed two lubricated fingers into his hole and began pumping them in and out. It was another experience he would not have contemplated previously, but one he enjoyed tremendously.

“Fuck, Parvati,” moaned Harry, “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum again!”

Parvati leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe.

“Not without permission, Harry,” she whispered. He felt something tap his balls and a tingling sensation raced through his body, though the pleasure he was feeling was not in the least diminished.

“What was that?” He grunted.

“A little spell I invented. The two of us are going to cum together: but only when I want to!”

Harry and Padma both moaned, though hers was one of pure pleasure, while Harry’s was one of mingled pleasure and foreboding. That foreboding increased when Padma removed her fingers from him and he felt her shift, coming closer. Something hard pressed into his buttocks and her stiffened, stopping his thrusting momentarily.

“Relax, Harry,” said Padma, “you’re going to love this!”

Harry turned his head to see what was happening. His eyes widened as they locked on Parvati’s waist, where she now wore a harness supporting an eight inch dildo. Padma’s insistent hands on his hips drew his attention back to her, and he started to thrust again. As he did, he felt the tip of the dildo press into his ass again and mentally steeled himself. There was some pain as the cock head speared past his ring, but he soon relaxed, enjoying the sensation of being filled so fully. Each stroke of Parvati’s cock sent waves of pleasure through him.

Harry gasped when Parvati pulled out of his ass, the sudden feeling of emptiness driving though from his brain. Parvati flopped onto the bed next to Padma and shook her dildo up and down.

“Hop on, Harry,” she instructed.

With help from Padma, Harry positioned himself over the dildo, took hold of it in one hand and lowered himself onto it. Once it was fully seated in his ass, Padma gently pushed him back to lie against Parvati’s chest and pulled his legs up to the sides. Then, with his legs spread wide and his cock jutting up, she pulled the pair of them out towards the edge of the low bed, and mounted Harry. Their positions made it possible for her to remain standing on the floor while she gyrated her hips, each thrust driving Harry’s cock deep into her own pussy, while pumping the dildo deeper into Harry’s ass. The pounding pressure of didlo on clit was also clearly doing excellent things for Parvati, who moaned deeply beneath the pair.

As Padma’s tempo increased, Harry felt the increasing need to cum, and began thrusting his own hips so that his upward thrusts met a downward push from Padma and her drawing back was met by his pushing back onto Parvati’s cock.

“Almost there,” grunted Parvati, who had added thrusts of her own to the seething motion of the trio.

“Me, too,” said Padma, panting heavily.

Harry was more than ready, and redoubled his efforts.

“Fuck!” Roared Parvati, as she thrust upward one last time, her body tensing. Padma slammed herself down on Harry’s cock one more time in unison with her sister, her cunt clamping down on his aching member. Sandwiched agreeably between the two women, Harry came, too, pumping shot after shot of semen into Padma’s waiting pussy.

It took several long minutes for them to come down off their collective orgasmic high. They finally rolled apart, panting. Parvati recovered first, straddling Harry and pulling him into a hungry kiss.

“Well done, Harry,” she said, still breathing heavily. “Very well done!”

“Thanks,” he said, somewhat sheepish at the schoolmistress tone she had adopted.

“Pads! Look at your cunt!” Said Parvati, rolling over Harry to kiss her sister as well. “It’s a mess!”

“Mmmm,” said Padma, reaching down to rub herself. She brought a cum-covered hand up to examine, before thrusting slimy fingers into her sister’s mouth. “Why don’t you clean me up, Harry?”

In a state of post-orgasmic clarity, Harry balked, rebelling against the notion.

“I’ll make it more than worth your while,” prodded Padma.

It was enough. They’d already introduced Harry to so many new form of pleasure that he couldn’t resist. He slid off the bed and onto his knees between Padma’s spread thighs. With only a little more hesitation, he began to lick, cleaning away the cum that coated her lips, and slurping up the gobs that came out with the occasional spasm of orgasmic aftershocks.

Satisfied, Padma beckoned and Harry rejoined the twins, exchanging another round of passionate, though by now, slightly sleepy kisses. First Parvati, then Harry and Padma, fell back into the pillows, sleeping almost immediately.
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