Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

"The Empowerment Act of 1983"

*All characters depicted are over the age of 18. Hogwarts starts at 15, meaning all members are 18 and over*

Harry made his way across the yard of the burrow, dodging around the chickens that wandered and pecked at the ground, heading in the direction of the orchard.

The burrow had a fair bit of land, with the orchard starting near the edge of the yard and extending towards the far end, hiding the large field that the Weasley children had used as a makeshift Quidditch pitch for as long as they had been able to fly.

It didn't take long to find Ginny, as she wasn't exactly trying to hide. Stood only a couple of trees in, leaning against the trunk of one of the bigger trees in the orchard.

Harry was struck by just how beautiful she looked. Her flowing red hair reflected the light of the morning sun, and her figure was hard to miss given the outfit she currently wore. “Man…I really messed up with the whole “I'm a danger to you, we need to break up” thing huh” he mused.

As he approached, Ginny pushed off from the tree, sauntering forward with a noticeable sway to her hips. Feeling a bit like prey in the eyes of a predator, Harry stopped walking. He kept his hands in his pockets and forced himself to appear calm, despite his rising pulse.

“So…you wanted to see me, Ginny?” He said, keeping his eyes fixed on her face, a tall ask considering the visible breasts through her sheer top.

Ginny approached, before beginning to move off to the side and walking a wide circle around him, as if to inspect him from all angles. “Something's…different…about you Harry” she said as she moved around behind him. As she did, Harry turned to always keep her in his sight. “Not showing your back to someone is a hard habit to break. Still, constant vigilance, eh Moody.”

Outwardly, Harry chuckled. “What makes you say that? I'm the same Harry I've always been.” Inwardly, he was nervous. Was he really acting that out of place?

Ginny stopped moving around, choosing instead to approach directly. “The Harry I know doesn't have a six-pack, or such well developed arms” she said as she stalked forwards. “Perhaps I've just been working out at the Dursley’s. It's hard work, all those chores you know…” He smiled, while taking a few steps backwards to keep a little distance between them.

“The Harry I know would be far too shy to joke with me, nor would he ever really notice my…assets” she said and she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them slightly, causing his eyes to trail down before he forced them back up again. “See! That's exactly what I mean! Just yesterday you would have been confused and not even looked” she said, still approaching.

At this point Harry felt his back hit the large apple tree behind him, preventing further escape as Ginny closed the gap. “Well…perhaps I’m just going through puberty?” he said hesitantly, though even he wasn't convinced by how he said that.

Ginny then finished approaching, completely forgoing personal space and pressing herself up to his body. He was a full head shorter than him, making him realize he was also taller than he remembered. He could feel her body heat, and her stuff nipples on his chest through the thin pasties. “And…this?” 

Harry's eyes widened as he felt her grab his engorged member through his pants. “Definitely more confident than the Ginny I remember.” He suppressed a grunt as she felt him out with her hand, tracing his shape. “Are you telling me that this is due to puberty too? Because I know you weren't packing this just last week…”

Harry sighed. “And just how does she know that, I wonder…” he thought. He stared down, her eyes mere inches from his. “Fine, you got me. I've changed. I'm not sure what to tell you though. I didn't plan the changes.” She narrowed her eyes briefly, before sighing and stepping back a step. “Fine, I guess I will just have to keep guessing huh…”

Harry recovered a little, before looking at Ginny as she wandered towards the nearby pond, her arms held behind her. “Perhaps…I could be convinced to tell you more…if you answer me some questions” he offered. “Though I won't tell you the whole story. You would think me mad…”

Ginny paused, before turning back towards him. “ Deal. What do you want to know?” Harry had several questions, but one was at the front of his mind. “What is the Empowerment Act? You and Ron both mentioned it, but I simply can't seem to recall”

Ginny looked at Harry with confusion, much like Ron had. “The EA? You should know that. They teach it in History of Magic in our first year after all…” Harry shrugged “pretend I slept through all of that lesson” “because the first time around, I did.”

Ginny nodded. “OK…the Empowerment act passed through the Wizengamot in 1983. It was touted as the first step in liberating women and placing them as equal in rights as wizards were. In a nutshell, it would allow a witch to express themselves as they chose with little consequences, so long as no-one was harmed”

“This was initially just the ability to have equal representation in the Wizengamot, as well as allowing female heirs to pureblood families.” Harry couldn't help but smile widely. “Hah, I bet those stuffy purebloods loved that law.” Harry nodded, this seemed reasonable so far.

“However, over time it has evolved, to help liberate witches even more. There have been several amendments over the years that allow us witches to act as we like in public. To dress as we wish. To be as…free as we want, I suppose. This has meant that a lot of girls have taken to wearing more daring outfits”. Here she gave a little spin, showing off her miniskirt and top to great effect. “Daring is right…what a weird law. Things clearly are different here.”

As she finished her spin, Ginny began to step towards him again. “It has helped give us confidence in our bodies…to help us flaunt what we have and help us get what we want” when she was right in front of him, she lowered herself into a squat, spreading her legs so that she could sit in her own heels. This showed off her black thong to great effect, with the thin material currently being plastered to the outline of her pussy due to how moist it was.

“And right now…I want you, Harry,” she said, reaching towards the belt of his jeans. Harry blinked, before forcing himself to think a little clearer. “Er…what about asking me questions? That was the deal, yes?”

Ginny continued to work on his buckle “All the questions can wait. Besides, I feel I'll learn a whole lot by checking out what you're hidi…” Before she could finish her sentence, she finished undoing the belt and began pulling his trousers down. This meant his length sprung out and smacked her in the side of the face, shocking her into silence.

He had been aroused before Ginny started rubbing herself against him and giving a show. Now, he was positively throbbing, with his head bobbing in time to his rapid heartbeat. Ginny seemed transfixed, eyes crossed as she backed up to try to gauge his impressive length. “Yep, definitely bigger than I was before…

“Amazing…so big, so virile…so mine.” Ginny then opened her mouth wide, before taking the head deep into her mouth. Harry groaned as he felt her tongue start to rub circles around his sensitive glands. If he had any doubts about letting her do this, they were well and truly gone now!

He watched transfixed as she bobbed her head up and down part of his length, slowly taking him deeper. As she did, her hands were not idle, with one working the remaining shaft and the other gently fondling his balls, all while continuing to stare right up at him. It was a maddening combination. Still, if Harry was confident in anything, it was his stamina…

After several minutes of progress, Harry felt himself bump against the back of Ginny's throat. This caused her to cough slightly before retreating off him entirely. “...holy shit, I only got halfway? You're way bigger than any of my toys…I need to up my game, huh?” Ginny then moved along his length, licking and spitting on all parts of it, even leaning forward and burying her nose in his sparse pubes and sucking softly on his sack. Harry groaned in pleasure at the feeling, resting his hand on top of her head in encouragement.

Satisfied with his reaction, Ginny moved back and resumed taking him in her mouth once more. Soon he bumped against her tonsils though she had made it slightly further than before.

Just as she started picking up her pace, a soft pop coming from the edge of the property line made Harry freeze. “Apparition?!” First, the hand that was resting on Ginny's head tightened, holding her in place in an effort to reduce the noise she was making. Second, his wand was drawn and held at his side as he peered around the side of the tree he was leaning against.

There, walking up the path towards the burrow were two individuals. The first was Mr. Weasley, still recognisable in his affable gait and thinning red hair on top. The second person he was happily holding a conversation with was harder for Harry to initially place.

She was clearly close to him in age, and immensely attractive. Something that was far easier to see based on her choice of outfit. “Say what you will, that Empowerment Act does wonders for a woman's confidence, it seems.”

She was wearing a slight punk aesthetic, with numerous belts connected in a mismatch manner making up both her top and bottom. This meant her skirt, which came to about mid thigh, was actually exceptionally daring due to the numerous gaps between the belts showcasing copious amounts of her hips and legs. Her top, partially covered by a short jacket with a faux fur collar, had a pair of wider belts that criss-crossed to cover her breasts. Most of them, anyways.

“Is that Tonks?” was Harry's initial thoughts, the older woman being one of the few he knew that liked the punk look. It was the girl's hair, however, that caused him to dismiss that thought. The wild, curly brown hair was unmistakable, even with the streaks of black and dark purple dye within it. “Hermione?!”

Indeed, it was his best female friend. But just like so much in this world, she was very different to what he was used to. As he stared in shock at this development, Ginny, had begun to become bored at being ignored. Unable to retreat due to the hand that held her head firmly in place, she instead decided that there was only one direction that she could go…

Harry had very little time to react as he felt Ginny's hands wrap around behind his legs to take a firm grasp of his buttocks, before she used the hold to pull herself forwards along the remaining half of his length!

Glurk!...hurghk Ginny choked loudly, forcing herself to take him to the hilt. Harry ducked his head back to avoid Hermione seeing him, as she turned at the sound just before entering the Burrow.

Harry looked down at Ginny in shock, and she returned his gaze. The fact that her eyes were streaming tears and her face was going slightly red at the lack of oxygen only made it more arousing to him 

As he held his breath, hoping that Hermione wouldn't hear the sounds Ginny was still making as she struggled with his size, he heard Hermione turn back and enter the house, closing the door behind her.

The moment he was sure she was gone, he frowned down at Ginny and released his grip on her head. She didn't immediately pull back, choosing to give him a wink before slowly retreating, being sure to suck and lick as she went. The whole display made his toes curl. “What were you thinking? We could have been caught” he said with a shake of his head.

Ginny reached the end of his impressive length, before spitting a wad of drool back along it and heaving a series of deep breaths to recover. “Oh…don't worry…gasp...Hermione wouldn't have minded, I'm sure.” 

Harry narrowed his eyes. “You knew she would be getting here this morning?” Ginny smiled up unrepentantly at him. “Maaybee. What would you do about it if I did?”

Harry hated backing down from a challenge. So, he did the only logical thing, and grabbed Ginny by the head one more and slammed her down onto his cock. Ginny barely resisted, allowing herself to take his full length in one fell swoop. Glurk!!

He then moved her up and down rapidly, scrubbing his entire length along her willing throat. Ginny even went so far as to help, till before long she was moving faster than his grip was doing so. Even with her tears building once more, all Ginny showed was joy as she looked up at him.

This fatal combination meant that Harry was never going to last long. “I'm going to cum soon…” he grunted, fully releasing his grip and allowing Ginny to back off. Only, she didn't…

Instead, she pushed forward, kissing him right at his base. When she fondled his balls on top of this, Harry could do nothing but release. With a groan, his balls tensed all his first blast of cum shot straight into Ginny's throat. This was followed up by another…then another!

“Shit…I've never cum this much before…” Harry thought as he felt a little weak in the knees from the effort. As a fourth and final blast shot forth, Ginny lost her fight to hold it all in, and a couple of streams of his cum back lasted out of her nose and from around her mouth.

Pulling off and coughing out a splat of cum into the floor, Ginny recovered enough to breathe steadily and swallow any remaining cum in her mouth. “Mmm, that was impressive…I bet you'll struggle to do that any time…oh.”

Pausing in her comment, she looked up at the stick rock hard cock bobbing in front of her. Harry was winded, but rapidly recovering. She smiled widely, before gently flicking his length.

“Impressive…but If we're any longer we will start to be missed. Besides, you need to go and say hi to your best friend, huh?”

Harry nodded, taking in the sight of the large amount of drool plastered down her front, making her already sheer top truly see-through. Not even bothering to tidy herself up any, Ginny moves towards the burrow with a definite sway to her hips.

“She may just be the death of me, if this is to become the norm…” shaking his head, Harry went to pull his jeans back up, before realising he was still holding his wand in his hand. “Huh…that's not my holly wand…”

Indeed, instead of his familiar phoenix core wand, he instead had a wand he had only become aware of recently. With its obvious colour and shape, there was no mistaking the Elder wand.

“Concerning…but not a problem I can solve at this moment in time…” shrugging and holstering the Elder wand, Harry headed back towards the Burrow.

As he entered the kitchen and looked around, he was blindsided by a missile tackling him. “Harry!” he heard as the body wrapped their arms around his middle. “Yep, definitely Hermione. Her hugs are one of a kind.”

Still, before Hermione's hugs had a little less skin involved. As he brought his hands round to return the hug, he wasn't quite sure where to put his hands.

 Now that she was inside, she had removed her jacket. This showed her belt like top to even greater effect, showing that it was shoulder less as well. This meant her waist and shoulders were completely bare.

Eventually settling on placing them at the small of her back, he chuckled. “Careful, you'll crush me one of these days.” Hermione huffed, before separating and looking up slightly at him. He was made aware of her more prominent eye makeup and black lipstick, furthering her punk style. She also had a small stud piercing in one side of her nostril.

“You look…well, Harry. Not as thin as you have done after spending time with your ghastly relatives” she said, nodding and smiling at him. Harry smiled back softly. She may have looked differently and dressed differently…but she was the friend he remembered.

“Well, I couldn't stay a stick figure forever now, could I?” Hermione nodded, running her eyes over his form briefly in appreciation. “No, I guess you couldn't. And I guess Ginny appreciated the change as well?” 

Harry mentally and physically stumbled slightly at this. “Er…yes? I guess so?” Hermione just crossed her arms, which did impressive things to her bust. “And I suppose all that spit was due to someone else, huh?”

Harry blushes and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “Maybe?” Hermione, unsurprisingly, did not look convinced. However, she soon relaxed and smiled. “Good. She's been trying to get your attention for years. I'm happy for her, and I doubt you're complaining, right?”

Harry sat heavily at the table, not expecting that reaction. He reached for the still warm teapot nearby and poured himself and Hermione a cup as he got his thoughts in order.

“You say she was trying to get my attention?” Hermione took the seat immediately to his left, crossing her legs and allowing her foot to rest in his leg in a motion so natural she must have done this many times previously. She then reached for her own cup.

“Yes. She has. Honestly, if she wasn't for the fact that you were sharing the room with Ron, I think she would have walked into your room wearing nothing but a smile before now…that's not what she did is it?”

Shaking his head, he was prevented from having to answer by Ron entering the Kitchen once more. “Hey Hermione! Glad you made it.” He approached the other side, Hermione waving to him in greeting. As Ron sat and reached for yet another plate of food, Hermione placed her cup down.

“So, have you guys finished your homework yet?” receiving twin groans from the two boys. “Yep, definitely still Hermione.”