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Class Reunion	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12842 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-A Needed Night Out
- 2-Business Opportunities
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Harry woke to bright sunlight coming through the windows and sat up, panicked. On either side of him, lithe brown bodies shifted, issuing sounds of complaint.

It took him several moments to remember where he was and who he was with.

“Sorry,” he whispered, slipping off the foot of the bed. Padma levered herself up onto a pillow to watch as Harry looked for his clothes.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” She asked.

“Work,” said Harry. “I’m supposed to be doing rounds of inspections in…” he finally thought to look at his watch. It was nearly eleven. “Three hours ago.”

“You’re the boss, Harry,” said Padma, reasonably. “Besides: won’t you get a better idea for reality if you inspect at an unusual time? And,” she rolled out of bed and stretched, twisting her body to give Harry an excellent view of her ass, “I think I promised you a reward for trying new things, didn’t I?”

Thoughts raced through Harry’s head. Padma was right: the inspections would certainly keep until later. She was alos right that his assistant had probably told the teams that he was planning to inspect, and they’d be ready: Better to catch them when they weren’t.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked.

“Come with me, lucky boy,” purred Padma, twitching her behind as she lead Harry to the bathroom, where she switched on the massive shower in the corner. Harry followed her under the steaming spray where she pulled him into a passionate kiss. When they broke the kiss, Padma handed him a bottle of body gel.

“Get me nice and soapy, Harry? I feel dirty.”

Harry eagerly ran his hands over her body, coating it in a slippery, soapy lather. When she was soaped to her satisfaction, she returned the favor, paying particular attention to his rock hard cock and balls. Once he was rinsed, she sank to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth, and sucking for a few moments.

“Mmm,” she said, taking her mouth away with a pop. “Delicious! But you were so good last night, you need something new as a reward.” She rose and turned away from him, bending slightly at the waist. “Ever fucked a girl in the arse?”

She wiggled her rear enticingly, and Harry knelt under the spray of hot water and spread her cheeks, reaching out with his tongue to taste to only part of her he had yet to explore. She moaned happily as he lapped at her most private hole.

“Come on, Harry,” she said, handing him a small bottle. “Get that cock in me!”

Harry rose, applying some of the lube to her ass and more to his cock. Setting the bottle down, he lined his cock up and slid it slowly into Padma’s arse, grunting a little at the effort. He was rewarded with the tightest sensation he’d ever felt around his cock, and began to thrust, slowly and gently.

“Harder, Harry!” Urged Padma. “If I’m getting fucked in the arse, I want to really feel it!”

Harry obliged, thrusting harder into the perfect brown arse in front of him.

“That’s it! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Padma spasmed, twitching uncontrollably on Harry’s cock. She pulled away, sinking back to her knees. She took Harry’s cock fully into her mouth, sucked up and down a few times and the pulled out, stroking him rapidly.

“Cum on my face, Harry,” she said, her voice husky and low. Harry grunted, unable to resist such an invitation, and let loose, spraying ropes of semen onto Padma’s upturned face. He stepped back, gasping, and doing his best to permanently store the sight of Padma kneeling, face coated in white globs, in his memory. Padma stood, shakily, and kissed Harry again. He could taste his cum on her lips, but didn’t care.

“Let’s get clean,” she suggested. “You still need to get to work, right?”

Several hours later, Harry sat at his desk, filing the results of his slightly delayed inspections. It was taking him far longer than it should have: his mind kept drifting. A knock came at the door and his assistant poked her head in.

“The minister wants to know if you have time for a scry chat in half an hour, and a Miss Parvati Patil is here without an appointment.”

Harry’s heart pumped quickly and his cock twitched in his trousers.

“Tell the minister that I’m happy to chat. And show her in.”

“Of course, sir.” Watkins held the door for Parvati and then closed it behind her. Harry took a moment to raise the security spells on the room before allowing himself to fully register Parvati’s appearance. She was wearing a dark red overcoat, which she unbelted as he watched. Beneath it she was wearing a minuscule crimson skirt, a gold chain belt, a blood red leather vest, and red heels. Harry’s cock stiffened fully.

“You left before I woke up this morning,” she said, tossing her coat onto an armchair. “But I hear you and Padma had a bit of fun.” She sat in another chair, facing Harry, and slowly crossed her legs, showing him a flash of black lace knickers. “Could I trouble you for a drink?”

Harry rose, not caring that his cock made a noticeable tent in his trousers, and went to the beverage trolly.

“Gin and tonic?” He asked. It was his usual mid-afternoon tipple of choice.

“Perfect.”

He fixed the drinks and handed one to her. She sipped.

“So I’m here on semi-serious business,” said Parvati, when Harry had seated himself in another of the comfortable chairs scattered throughout the room.

“Which is?”

“Well,” she said, “it’s the club. Padma and I love it, and it makes decent money, but because we’re in muggle London, we had to get a line of credit through a muggle bank. It took pretty much all our savings to make the down payment, and we make just enough each month to cover the mortgage, utilities, vendors, and wages, but…” she swirled her drink and Harry realized that she was nervous. “But…our mortgage is going up. Interest rates keep going up, and I don’t think we can keep up. We could cut a few corners, but I don’t know if it would be enough. I guess why I’m here is that we’d like you to invest in the club.”

Harry opened his mouth, and she sped on, clearly thinking he was planning to object.

“It’s not like we sought you out, or that we slept with you to try and blackmail you. Last night was totally spontaneous! I only just thought of this this afternoon! I know you’ve got quite a bit of money…the Potters were loaded…so were the Blacks…”

“I’m in,” said Harry, cutting in. “How much do you need?”

“We still owe a quarter million pounds on the mortgage. If you could extend a private loan for half that? We’ll pay you back, of course…” Harry interrupted again.

“How about a partner? I’ll pay off the mortgage, entirely. Instead of paying me back in regular installments, I take a cut of the profits. If it’s a lean month, you can skip it. If you need renovations, or updates, I’ll handle that, too.”

“Really?”

“Really. I had more fun last night — even before I bumped into you two — than I have in years! I actually felt human while I was there! If I can do anything to help out, I will.”

Parvati set her drink down and flung herself at Harry, straddling his waist and pulling him in tight.

“Oh, thank you Harry! Thank you!” She kissed him passionately. “This is far more than I could have ever hoped for! Thank you!” She pulled her mouth away from his. “Did I hear that you have a call with the minister?”

“In…twenty minutes,” said Harry, checking his watch.

“That sounds like time enough for me to thank you,” said Parvati, unzipping his trousers. She fished out his cock and began stroking it while she kissed him more. After a moment, she slid off his lap onto the floor, taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked passionately and vigorously, as if pleasing him were the only thing in the world that mattered. He didn’t last long, erupting into her mouth after only a few minutes. She swallowed his seed eagerly, before hopping back into his lap to kiss him.

“Still hard?” She asked after a minute. “Lucky me!” She straddled him, hiked her skirt the few inches needed, pulled her lacy thong to the side, and slid onto his cock. Harry’s head lolled back as she expertly rode him, grinding her pelvis against him with each gyration. After a few minutes of this, Harry rose, taking hold of Parvati’s thighs, and carried her to his desk. He hoisted her ankles to his shoulders and started to fuck her in earnest. Parvati’s screams soon reached fever-pitch as she thrashed, sending papers, pens, and knick-knacks flying in every direction. Harry could not possibly have cared less, though part of his mind congratulated him on the foresight to raise the wards on the room.

For the next ten minutes they made a circuit of the room, discarding clothes as they went. He fucked her against the bookcase; she rode him atop the sofa; he threw her to the floor pounded his full weight into her while she clawed at his back. Finally, with her bent over a glass-topped curio display case, he came, hammering into her cunt one more time and flooding it with cum. She came at the same time, her walls clamping around his cock as clear liquid sprayed out, soaking his legs and leaving a noticeable wet patch on the polished wood floor.

It took them a minute of two to come down. After a few kisses, they began to gather their clothes. Harry conjured the contents of his desk top back in place while Parvati freshened her makeup in a mirror above the mantle. Harry had just vanished the puddle of Parvati’s cum, when a light bell chimed. It was the ping of Watkins’s magical call button, installed so she could get his attention when the room was magically warded. Harry pressed the reply button, not registering at all that it was already switched to the “talk” position.

“Yes?” He said.

“The minister is holding for you, sir,” came Watkins’s slightly breathy reply.

“Very good,” said Harry, “I’ll be right on. I just need to see Miss Patil on her way.”

Parvati gave him one last kiss as he opened the door for her, promising to see her later that evening. Harry watched her go before turning to re-enter his office. It was then that he noticed that the usually unflappable and perfectly put-together Watkins had taken off her blazer and was sweating slightly. Her hair was slightly ruffled looking and her skin was flushed.

“Everything all right, Watkins?”

“Oh, yes, sir,” she replied, breathily. “Quite all right. I just got a bit hot. I think the climate control spell went a bit haywire.”

“You’re welcome to head out for the night. This call with the minister should be my last thing today.”

“Thank you sir, I think I will.”

“See you Monday,” said Harry, closing the office door behind him.

Watkins waited for the door to close before sitting back in her chair with a sigh. Shuddering briefly, she withdrew the hand that had been under the desk and placed a large glass dildo on her desk. She tapped it with her wand and it returned to its usual form: an ornamental glass dolphin. She stood, taking care to vanish the signs of her recent activity from her skirt and the chair before gathering her things. She’d worked as Director Potter’s assistant for two years now, she’d been hired right out of Hogwarts, and this was the most interesting thing that had happened by far. Her mind replayed the mental images of what had happened since he’d tossed Parvati onto the desk, activating his intercom by mistake, and her pussy gushed again. She needed to get home now! Her boyfriend was in for an interesting night.

Back behind his desk, Harry activated to scrying mirror that flipped up from beneath his leather blotter.

“Good afternoon, Minister,” he said, pocketing the damp black thong that was sitting atop his papers just in time. “Apologies for keeping you waiting.”

“No worries at all, Director Potter,” said the minister. “I’m early. Just a few things to discuss. Now, you’re aware that we’re entering budget season…”

As the minister droned on, Harry’s mind drifted, and he fingered the panties in his pocket. He’d been questioning for a while now whether his heart was in the job. He certainly didn’t need the money, and the stress would probably kill him — or at least cost him his hair — within the next few years.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” he said suddenly, interrupting what had already been a twenty minute soliloquy that had required no contribution from him whatsoever.

“What?” Spluttered the minister.

“I’m done,” said Harry, pushing back from his desk. “I quit. This job doesn’t need me, and I don’t need it. Mercer is more than up to the job, and I wish her luck with it.”

He stood, ignoring the stunned look on the minister’s face, and spun on his heel, reappearing a moment later in his apartment. He took off his formal robes, suit, tie, uncomfortable shirt, and shoes, heaped them in a pile, and pointed his wand at them.
“Incendio,” he said, smiling as they caught fire. He strode to his home office and did the same for his files and work materials. He took great relish in destroying every last reminder of ministry work, from his Wizengamot robes, to commendations for field work, to his Order of Merlin. Fuck it all. None of it brought him any pleasure.

“Potter!” Shrieked a voice from the living room. He ambled in, still dressed only in his boxer shorts, to see the Minister of Magic’s irate head in his fireplace.

“I don’t work for you anymore,” he said calmly. “Now get out of my house, before I piss the fire out.”

The minister’s eyes widened in horror, and he pulled his head back through the flames. Harry laughed, and opened the liquor cabinet to retrieve a bottle of elven Champagne. The bottle had been a gift from Kingsley Shacklebolt when he’d been promoted to Head Auror. It was dated from 1742 and he’d been saving for a special occasion. Smiling, he got dressed, stowed the bottle in a leather satchel, made sure that he had his muggle banking details, and apparated to the alley next to “Misfortune’s Haven.”

He let himself in to a nearly empty room. Only the staff were there just yet, getting ready for the night’s service.

“Not open yet, mate,” said a young man behind the bar.

“I’m here to see Parvati and Padma. Will you tell them Harry Potter is here?”

“Oi!” Shouted the bartender. “Padma! Some bloke is here for you!”

Padma emerged from a door near the back, scowling.

“I’m not expecting any — Harry!” She dashed across the room and flung her arms around him. “Parvati told me the good news! Come with me!”

She pulled him through the back door into an office. Parvati was inside lounging on a sofa.

“You’re earlier than I expected,” she said. “Was the sex that good? Tell the minister that you needed to pop off for another shag?”

“Actually,” said Harry, “I told the minister to shut the fuck up, and then I quit.” The two girls looked at him, poleaxed. “Not because of you…or us…or…well…not because of last night or this morning. Not the sex, at least,” he stammered. “Not that the sex wasn’t great…just…” he trailed off, trying to think of the right words as two beautiful brown faces tilted to the side to look at him.

“I’ve been feeling trapped for years,” he said. “I’ve been stuck doing what everyone thinks I should. I’ve never enjoyed myself. I’ve never thought about actually doing what I want to do. Last night is the first time in a long time that I’ve felt like Harry, instead of feeling like Harry Potter, if you know what I mean.” The twins giggled.

“We should get to the bank,” said Harry. “I think this Champagne should be cold by the time we get back, and we can celebrate you owning your club outright.”

Parvati and Padma looked at each other, and then at the digital clock over the door. Padma summoned an ice bucket for the Champagne while Parvati stood, unbuttoning her vest and wetting her lips with her tongue.

“I think we have time for a little fun before we get to the bank. Trousers off, Harry.”
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