Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 2 (Patreon)

"The Difference Four Years Make"

As Harry finished waving to his mother, he moved to take a seat in the carriage. As it happens, he needn't have bothered, as the moment he sat, the lights in the carriage went out as if it had entered a tunnel.

Harry became aware that he was unable to see or move. He could, however, hear clearly. The loud clattering of the train carriage echoed, before starting to change. It lowered, became more erratic, and sounded similar to a saw on wood.

Just before he could start to panic, Harry's eyes shot open, and he sat up suddenly, taking in his surroundings.

He was in a bed, one that he recognized. As he scanned the room he was in, the lurid orange colours of the Chudley Cannons and the loud snoring coming from the bundle of covers on the bed next to his made it abundantly clear…He was at the Burrow!

“It worked, I'm really back. When did she say? Before Voldemort resurrected…” Unsure when exactly he had returned, Harry chose instead to get up. As he did so, his bladder made itself known. “I did drink all that tea…even if I wasn't alive at the time…”

Moving across the room as quietly as possible so as not to wake Ron, Harry escaped the cramped room and made his way towards the bathroom.

Once inside, he went about his business. But as he did so, he blinked down at himself. “Er…I don't remember being that…gifted.” Finishing up and taking a step by back, Harry took the time to inspect himself.

Indeed, it seems that he had undergone some changes. While he was still fairly slight, he now has muscle where before he was simply trim. A six-pack and firm abs adorned his front, while his arms held a more defined shape. Looking to the mirror on the wall and turning slightly, he took in the sight of his back in the mirror. “I mean, I'm not complaining. I've never been so in shape. But how?”

Thinking back, the only thing that comes to mind was the tea he had drank. “Was it a potion? Mum, you sly devil” As he returned his gaze to the front, Harry stared down at the most obvious change. “I'm not one for measuring…but I am curious. That's got to be twice my old size.”

As he contemplated the beast of a cock now swinging between his legs, a knock at the door knocked him out of his musing. “Hello, are you going to be long? I need the loo…” came the voice of Ginny!

“Oh, er…yes. Give me a mo!” Hastily pulling up his pajama pants and cursing his lack of a shirt, he opened the door and no early had to pick his jaw up from the floor 

On the other side, Ginny stood waiting with her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. His eyes were drawn to her bust that was being pushed up by her arms, barely hidden by a thin, semi transparent teddy nightgown.

Ginny may not have had the largest bust he'd seen (that honour was still held by Susan Bones), but they were ample enough to get his pulse racing. As his eyes roamed downwards, taking in her taut stomach and flared hips, he realised that the nightgown was also impressively short. It ended just after the swell of her bum, revealing miles of pale, smooth and slightly freckled legs.

Realising he was staring and snapping his eyes up to apologise, Harry saw that Ginny had been doing the exact same as he had, her eyes paused on his exposed chest. Clearing his throat “sorry, all yours…” he moved past her to leave the bathroom empty. He was acutely aware of Ginny's body heat as he did, since she didn't seem keen to move to the side to make it any easier.

An almost disappointed look graced Ginny's face as he reached the other side of the doorway, before it was replaced with a flirtatious smirk. “Well, if ever you need to use the shower, you should consider sharing…after all, there's a lot of us in this house.”

As she said this, she walked into the bathroom, an exaggerated sway to her hips. This made the already short nightgown ride up slightly, showing off a hint of her round ass cheeks.

She then looks over her shoulder with a smouldering look, before winking and closing the door, cutting off the amazing view he had been enjoying 

Harry stood there, transfixed for a moment…should he join her? Wait, isn't this fourth year? Shouldn't she have been…younger? She certainly hadn't looked thirteen. She was far too developed. And confident too.

“Wasn’t she a nervous wreck near me at this point last time…something clearly isn't quite right” Deciding he wasn't going to get any answers stood here sporting a semi, he quickly moved back to Ron's room, got dressed without disturbing the snoring mountain, and made his way downstairs.

When he reached the living room, he could hear the bustle of cooking in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was likely already hard at work making breakfast for the many residents. Though it seemed he was the first to have made it downstairs. 

Looking around, his eyes fell on a familiar newspaper sat atop the coffee table. “Bingo, right where I remember it” walking over and picking it up, he took in the sight of the front page of “The Daily Prophet.” 

The majority of the page had a large picture of two men, shaking hands in front of an enormous silver cup. The tagline of “World cup imminent! Ireland Vs. Bulgaria”, along with one of the men being recognisable as Krum was all Harry needed to know. “So, it's just before the world cup” looking at the date if the paper near the top proved it was being held tomorrow.

Opening the paper in the hope of finding more information that could help, his eyes shot open as he was treated to the full-size picture of a witch wearing…not a whole lot to be honest.

 The statuesque blonde was swathed in an Irish flag, covering nearly everything…at least until she dramatically threw it off herself and posed to the camera. Underneath, she was wearing little more than a bikini top, with the cups in the design of four-leaved clovers. “Penny is hoping for an Irish victory!” Read the tagline.

Harry watched the sequence repeat a few times, before closing it and staring at the front cover once more. “Is this like, Mr. Weasley's secret subscription or something?”

Deciding to replace the newspaper back where he found it “hey, if he wants to get in trouble for leaving it out in the open” Harry instead moved through into the kitchen, intent on helping out as he often did. Mrs. Weasley put up a fight initially, but quickly realised he was just as stubborn as she could be.

As he entered the kitchen, he was forced to school his features yet again, as this new past threw him through another loop. There, stood by the cooker with her back to him was Mrs. Weasley, as expected…but not as he remembered her.

Firstly, she appeared a little younger, looking more in her late thirties than early fifties. This should be impossible, given the age of her eldest son. Secondly, she was dressed rather…daringly.

Wearing primarily a dark red corset with an attached black skirt, the waist hugged her tightly, showcasing a figure Harry was sure she hadn't had previously. The skirt, a series of frills, came to mid thigh, showing stocking clad legs and a pair of red leather heeled boots. The corset came up to her mid back, showcasing her bare shoulders uncovered by her hair as it was held up in a loose bun by a hair clip.

Realising he was hovering, Harry moved towards the sink in order to help. Catching the sound of movement, Mrs. Weasley turned to him and smiled widely “Good morning Harry dear. Did you sleep well?”

Reaching the sink and rolling his sleeves up, he cast a glance in her direction. “Dear lord, she's spilling out of the top of that thing”. Indeed, the corset was every bit as alluring from the front as the back. The top consisted of a half cup, covering her modesty but revealing a valley of cleavage above as it pushed her breasts high up on her chest. The front of the skirt had a reverse V, meaning far more leg was visible from the front. Though it was still just long enough to hide any more from view.

“Try not to stare, dammit. She's like a mother to you” Harry forcibly looked back towards the sink and started washing up the pots within. “Yes, thank you. I slept like the dead” he joked, though only he would ever understand the context.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and returned to cooking what appeared to be a large pot of porridge. “Good. Would you help me with putting on some toast.”

Before long, the table groaned under the weight of a Weasley breakfast. Just as Harry was placing down several jars of jam, Ginny walked through into the kitchen. “...it clearly runs in the family” was his only thought as he took in the sight of a “dressed” Ginny.

She was no longer wearing her nightgown, though the light red shirt she had replaced it with was no less transparent. The sheer top covered a black strapless bra over her bust. Beneath, she was wearing a short jeans skirt, barely long enough to cover her ass completely.

Her feet were currently clad in red stockings without any footwear. Her hair was still slightly wet and mussed, with the long tresses falling haphazardly over her shoulder.

As she entered she smiled at Harry, before striding over towards her Mother as she levitated the large pot of tea over from the stove. “Morning Mum” she said, going for a hug. Mrs. Weasley returned the hug, before stepping back and holding Ginny out at arms length, seeming to inspect her up and down.

Harry sat down at the table, grabbing some slices of toast. “Here we go, she's going to get both barrels for wearing such an outfit. Not that she's got any room to complain given what she's wearing…”

After a moment, Molly nodded in satisfaction. “Very good, dear. But remember, there was that amendment to the Act last week.” Ginny rolled her eyes before stepping back a little. “I haven't forgotten Mother, see” she said, before reaching a hand up the front on her tip and swiftly unclipping the front of her bra. The bra then fell to the floor, revealing two matching black pasties as the only thing covering her nipples. 

Harry had to reach for his glass of juice in order to control the coughing fit from nearly swallowing his toast the wrong way. The sound drew both ladies attention. Ginny smiled while Molly simply shook her head “Eat slower dear. I have enough trouble with Ron nearly inhaling his food…speaking of, it's about time he was up. Excuse me” she said, before striding out of the room.

Coughing fit now under control, Harry nodded to Ginny as she sat down opposite him. He desperately tried not to stare, an effort he was failing judging by the knowing look he received from her.

“Like what you see?” Ginny said with a raised eyebrow. She rested her head on her hands, resulting in her breasts resting on the table beneath her, showing them off to great effect.

Now, Harry could have denied ever looking…not that he thought that would work. He could have denied liking what he saw, but that just seemed…rude. So instead, he mustered his inner Gryffindor and looked directly into her face. “Yes. You're a gorgeous woman, Ginny. Don't think it would be possible not to notice.”

It was now Ginny's turn to blush slightly, though she did not lose the smile on her face or look away. “Good. I had thought perhaps I'd misread you outside the bathroom this morning.”

As she said this, Harry became acutely aware of the stocking clad foot that began to make its way up the inside of his legs. Despite his rising pulse, he kept a straight face as he stared right back at her, daring her to continue. “Perhaps I'm just hard to read?”

As her foot reached his knee and started to tease his thigh, it bumped against his length. It was near full mast, and had been seen he'd seen her outfit, if he was honest. Her smile turned predatory. “No, I don't think you are that…hard…to read.”

Harry swallowed, but was saved from having to reply by the entrance of Ron, yawning loudly and shuffling in while still half asleep. He was exactly as he remembered, being tall, lanky, and making a beeline for the table of food.

“Mornin’” he mumbled, before promptly tripping and falling flat on his face near the table. “Oof…damn it Ginny! What have I told you about leaving your bras all over the place! Just because you're allowed to take them off doesn't mean you should leave them in the middle of the floor!”

Ginny giggled, before reluctantly removing her foot from his leg. “Fine, fine. I'll take it upstairs” she then stood, before leaning over towards Harry. At first he thought she might be going in for a kiss, but instead she placed her head beside his ear.

“Meet me in the orchard, after breakfast.” She whispered, before backing up and skipping over to where Ron was getting up from the floor. Bending down at the waist, Harry was treated to the sight of her skirt riding up to reveal the matching black thing underneath, as well as her impressive ass peeking out either side.

Ginny then finished picking up her bra and skipped with the room, throwing a wink over her shoulder for good measure. Ron grumbled as he took the seat she had vacated, beginning to grab several plates of food and piling it onto his own. “Mental that one. Really took to the new EA rules she did” he said before tucking in with gusto.

Recovering from his impromptu view, Harry frowned at his mate. “EA?” Ron paused with his fork halfway to his mouth, looking at him as though he was stupid. “You know…the Empowerment Act. You OK mate?” he asked with a concerned look.

Harry shook his head “I'm fine mate, just didn't get enough sleep. Someone snores louder than a banshee, after all” he joked, hoping he wouldn't give away his genuine confusion.

Ron snorted, “git” he said without any heat, before returning to his meal. Harry breathed an inward sigh of relief, thankfully he hadn't given away his situation. “I trust Ron…but he'd think me mad if I told him the truth at the moment”

Returning to his own meal, Harry started chatting with his mate about the upcoming world cup, such simple conversations being something he had missed over his long months on the run from Voldemort.

Still, his mind mulled over all he had learnt since he had woken up. “Some things are clearly different this time…and I feel that this “Empowerment Act” has something to do with it…” Looking out to the back garden, he considered Ginny's parting words. “Perhaps she could tell me more about it…”