Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 6 Early Release (Patreon)

Harry follows Fleur to the Mascot changing rooms to warn the Veela of the suspected plot. They prove to be very grateful that he did.

"A Warning and a Threesome"

Harry followed Fleur through the stadium, navigating through the corridors clearly only meant for staff. While they passed the occasional maintenance worker or news reporter, they appeared too distracted by their own work to care about them being there.

The few that did give them more than half a glance, nodded to Fleur in recognition before dismissing his presence entirely. “So…you're known by the people here, then?” he asked, trying to dispel the awkward silence between them.

Fleur looked over her shoulder, studying him with a cautious gaze, before returning to look where she was going. Harry expected that she would ignore him, but after a few minutes, she slowed her pace slightly to come more alongside him than marching ahead.

“Somezing like zat. My cousin is vone of ze Bulgarian Mascots. I often visit ‘er vhen zey are playing. It is more entertaining zan watching a bunch ov guys chase balls on brooms after all”. Harry hummed. “Makes sense, not a fan of flying then?” Fleur huffed a small laugh, a sound that Harry found he enjoyed. “Flying, I adore. Quidditch, less so. Ma père and sœur are the vons smitten by ze game.”

Harry smiled fondly, remembering the little girl he helped pull from the lake the previous time. He was glad that she seemed well in this timeline too. Before he could ask more, they arrived outside of a doorway that, based on the signs, were a set of changing rooms. As Fleur strode inside, Harry leant against the nearby wall.

Moments later, Fleur stuck her head back out. *Vell, are you coming?” Harry raised a brow at her “Er…no? I doubt they want a random guy brought into their changing rooms.” Fleur rolled her eyes, before grabbing his arm and pulling him I side with her. “You Vill not see anything that ‘undreds of fans ‘ave not seen already.”

Harry resigned himself to his fate, allowing himself to be led into a large and spacious changing area. Lockers lined the walls and benches formed a line in the center. Off to the side was a wide opening with another room beyond which, based on the steam pouring out, was the shower block. Soft, beautiful singing in a language Harry assumed was Bulgarian drifted from within, showing that it was occupied.

However, the majority of Harry's attention was drawn to the two individuals currently standing in the middle of the room. 

Both were clearly Veela, based on their silvery blonde hair and beauty. The first was petite, barely five foot and slim. It was hard to gauge her exact proportions, owing to the towel currently wrapped tightly around her waist. She has a round, cute face with a button nose and long eyelashes, visible due to the fact that she was facing his way.

The other was facing away, holding a conversation with the other girl. She was much taller, almost as tall as he was, and was wearing nothing but a thong. The tiny scrap of material was currently hidden between her perfectly shaped cheeks, with only the small triangle and waist strap showing that she was wearing anything at all 

Her top was bare, and though he could not see her chest, her breasts were large enough that he could see their curve at her sides as she lifted her hands to dry her hair with a towel. His eyes were mostly drawn to her back however, as she had an impressive tattoo covering her shoulder blades that depicted a large pair of feathered wings. This was made visible due to the shorter, neck length haircut she sported.

As Fleur walked forwards, the petite girl noticed the movement and cast her eye towards them. Seeing Fleur and quickly noticing his presence, she said something to the other with a smirk on her face. The other girl turned, and upon seeing Fleur, her face lit up in a bright smile. “Fleur! I ‘ad zought you ‘ad forgotten me!”

The girl walked around the bench towards them, her amble breasts now fully visible and bouncing gently with her movement. With very little sag, they say high on her chest and were capped by brown nipples with a decent sized areola. “Isabelle, ‘ow could I forget my favourite cousin” Fleur replied while moving to meet her in a hug.

As the two connected, it did interesting things to both their assets as they pressed together to allow them to embrace. Harry felt himself needing to adjust his pants, but the petite girl still looking his way stopped him from doing so.

After a moment, the now named Isabelle looked over Fleur's shoulder and looked him up and down with a predatory look. Harry felt himself flush, and not just from her gaze. The familiar feeling of allure, far more targeted than Fleur's passive allure previous, washed over his senses. “And you brought me a present! He looks fun…”

Harry forced down his desire to impress by any means necessary. The whispers to do something stupid were hard to ignore…but not as hard as those from the imperious.

Separating from the hug and taking a step back so that she was between her and Harry, she shook her head with a scoff. “Put your raging libido away, Belle. ‘e's not here to be your latest romp.” The petite girl pouted behind them, but Isabelle simply giggled and then gasped dramatically.

“No? Is it true? Has my prudish cousin finally snagged someone she deems worthy of her?” Fleur frowned and was about to retort, but Harry couldn't resist a bit of teasing. “Still a work in progress I'm afraid.” He said, walking to stand next to Fleur and extending his hand in greeting. “Harry Potter. Pleasure.”

Upon introducing himself, Fleurs' affronted look at being interrupted changed to curiosity. Isabelle simply smiled at him and extends her own hand, not as a hand shake, but for him to kiss. He took the hint and did so. “Isabelle…I look forward to helping you corrupt my cousin” Fleur chose that to be enough.

“He is not my boyfriend. I just met him!” Isabelle looked at the two before smirking. “So soon, and already introducing him to your family? Must be something special…” “He is ‘ere for a reason. I found him spying on some other wizards backstage. After…questioning him, it was clear zat ‘e was not the problem. Go on, tell zem” Fleur said, pushing his shoulder slightly in emphasis.

Looking at the other girls and seeing their attention fully on him, he squared his shoulders. “Basically, I followed a guy I know to be bad news. Good job I did, as it seems they are planning something after the world cup.”

“Planning Vhat, exactly?” The petite girl asked, speaking for the first time. “Not sure…something about a distraction, and a provision of some amulets of some sort. I was Interrupted from finding out more by a certain someone…” he said, looking in Fleur's direction. She simply shrugged.

“They mentioned “bagging those Veela”, so…here I am. Fleur wanted you to hear it from me, I guess.” Isabelle shook her head in disgust, while the petite girl scowled. “Always the same. Wizards vant Vhat zey do not deserve.”

“They are velcome to try to take it, ve vill be ready for zem now” came a new voice from the side of the room. Looking over, Harry had to control his reaction further upon seeing the sight.

Striding in from having clearly just finished a shower (as she was still dripping wet) was another Veela. This one was built differently once again, being petite on the top with breasts barely tipping a B cup…but with an impressively wide set of hips and an ass to match.

Her thighs were thick, clearly having some muscle mass but still appeared soft to the touch. Her mound was clean shaven, but she had a stylized tattoo in the shape of a womb sat over where her womb would be. 

She gave Harry a nod as she passed and headed towards a locker. “You ‘ave our zanks. If zey try to take us by force, zey vill see vhy past attempts ‘ave failed.” She proceeded to open her locker, her back to the group and giving all a view of her rounded, thick backside. “How on earth does she have an ass twice as wide as Fleur's yet still look so in shape?” Harry wondered to himself.

Harry was then shocked when the girl started to steam, clearly using Veelas ability to control fire to raise her own body temperature in order to dry off quickly. “Impressive” he muttered. He sure hadn't seen any Veela manage that before…not that he knew many other than Fleur of course.

The girl looked over her shoulder at him with a grin. “The fire or my ass?” Harry blinked. That felt like a trap question. “...both?” The girl gave a hearty chuckle and returned to the locker, putting on a tight shirt. “Good answer”

Isabelle walked over to her. “Yes yes, Josephine's ass is legendary. But vat about zese guys? We can't just ignore zem, zey sound organised.” Josephine waved dismissively. “We vill let zem zink zey have the upper hand, zen vhen zey spring zeir trap, ve vill be ready. It's not an effective trap if you know it's a trap.”

Harry nodded slightly. He had used the same logic numerous times. Was it the smartest move? Perhaps not, but he'd survived so far. Fleur seemed less convinced. “And if zey ‘ave too many on zeir side? Zey could even beat you zen!”

Josephine turned and frowned. “I'm well aware of how dangerous zey can be, zank you.” She said, gesturing towards her belly. Looking closer now, Harry noticed something he hadn't before. Where her elaborate tattoo sat upon her mound, it was noticeable that it was covering a rather nasty scar. The sort left behind by the nastiest of magic.

Subconsciously, he touched his own scar on his forehead. Josephine noticed his movement, even as Fleur and Isabelle both looked down in a little bit of shame. “See, he gets it. Now, I'm going to get dressed, and get to ze team box. Krum vill vant to celebrate his victory. Or mourn his loss, I don't care. Either vay I'll ‘ave fun.”

Harry shook himself out of his own thoughts and, carefully tearing his eyes off of Josephine's ass as she bent down to wriggle into a set of shorts, coughed nervously. 

“Well, message delivered. I'd best head back to my seat. It's been a while, and I'm sure I'm being missed.” As he turned to leave, he nearly collided with the petite girl in the towel. “Aww, are you going already? I vas ‘oping ve could ‘ave some fun…after all, if you're not Fleur's boyfriend, zen you're fair game…right?”

Fleur looked torn between agreeing or telling her to back off. Eventually, she sighed. “Sure, vatever Elena. You wouldn't listen to me anyway.” Harry weaved around the girl, moving towards the exit, “Thanks, but I've really got to…” before he could make it even halfway to the door, he felt a bombardment of Allure strike him.

Far stronger than when it was passive, this allure hit full force. Targeted and dense, the allure felt like it seeped through the cracks of his meager occlumency barriers and ensnared his senses. “Oh, come on. I'm sure ve could show you a good time…come join me?” Elena whispered, gesturing for him to join her. 

The other girls varied in response, from Isabelle looking enthusiastic, Josephine rolling her eyes as she started to put her shoes on and Fleur clearly not knowing how to react.

He turned, and began to wander towards her in a daze. “Why not? She's gorgeous…and it will be fun…” as Harry took a few more steps, his next few slowed and faltered. “Wait…what about Ginny…she's gorgeous too…and this feels wrong…”

As he halted his approach, Elena frowned. “No? But don't you vant to touch us?” She ran her hands down her body. “Kiss us?” She grabbed the top of her towel. “Fuck us?” she opened the towel, revealing her body for the first time. She was slim, with little A cup breasts with small pink nipples, a skinny frame with slightly visible ribs and pelvis and a very noticeable thigh gap.

Harry's resolve faltered, and he took another step forwards. “Well, yes…yes I do. It can't hurt, right?” However, the same little voice that he hears when under the imperius whispered to him. “But it's not YOU fucking her, if you're not in control…right?” As he took his next step, he stomped his foot down harder than necessary. 

“I WILL NOT!” he growled, a slight pulse of his magic breaking the effect of the allure around him. Elena and Fleur looked at him in shock, Isabelle smiled with a slight glint in her eye, and Josephine seemed slightly impressed. There was a brief awkward silence where they all stared at each other, before Harry turned and went to leave without a word.

“Wait!” was spoken quietly. Though it had no allure behind it this time, Harry still stopped with his hand on the door handle. Glancing back, he saw Elena now looking very contrite…but it was Isabelle that had spoken.

“We're sorry. Elena got ahead of ‘erself…but we should ‘ave stopped her. Please, let us explain?” Harry was ready to simply leave…to ignore her and head back to the others. But the look of genuine remorse on Isabelle's face, as well as the pleading look from Fleur, stopped him.

“You have five minutes.” He eventually said, releasing the handle and turning back towards them, arms crossed. Isabelle breathed out a relieved sigh, before walking around the benches to stand next to Elena.

“Thank you. First…vat do you know about Veela? Really?” Before Harry could answer, Josephine closed her locker with a bang and began to head towards the exit. “Well, zis sounds like it's about to get ‘eavy. I'm off…don't vait up for me girls. I don't plan on being able to valk after tonight…whether zat's due to alcohol or not, ve'll see.”

As she reached Harry and moved to go past him, she leaned down briefly and whispered into his ear. “Give zem a chance…you might just be glad zat you did.” She then opened the door, before looking back into the room.

“You coming Fleur?” Fleur hesitated, torn between denying the older Veela and staying or leaving the awkward situation all together. Seeing Isabelle nod firmly when she looked her way, she relented. “See you later, Belle” she said as she left with Josephine.

This left just the three of them. Harry sighed, lowering his crossed arms before wandering over to one of the benches nearby and taking a seat. “...in answer to your question, not a lot. I know you have your allure. I know you are all stunningly beautiful. That's about it.”

Isabelle smiled weakly, sitting next to him on the bench. He was aware of her body heat, she was still nude except for a thong after all, but he managed to stay focused on her. He felt Elena take a seat on the other side of the bench.

“Zat is true. But I meant more…vhy. How.” Harry shook his head. “No…I had ‘eard zat England vas a little less…informed about our ‘istory. Even in Durmstrang, zey do not teach all of it.” Isabelle took a steadying breath, before continuing.

“Some records state our origins are from Greece. Theories range from descending from children born of Sirens and Humans, others zink ve vere ze result of a blessing, or curse from Aphrodite. Depends on who you ask.” Here, she scoffed. “It's all crap. None ov it is true.”

Harry blinked. He hadn't expected her to end with that. “OK…and the truth is?” “More sinister. Yes, it was Greek in origin. But from nothing but our own hubris. Basically, a group of witches felt spurned by a wizard they sought to court. He wasn't interested, and so they attempted to make him interested. Through a series of potions and rituals, they tried to make themselves irresistible. They succeeded…and have been passing their curse on ever since.”

Here, Isabelle stood up and walked just in front of Harry. “Zey made our bodies perfect. Oh sure, we ‘ave different shapes and sizes…but we are always attractive. Ve vill always fit someone's idea of perfection…whether zey like big boobs…” here she grasped her own large breasts and weighed them up and down a little. “...or something more fun sized” gesturing to Elena, who winked at him.

“But it goes beyond zat…we are built for sex. We ‘ave more stamina. Our pussy vill never grow slack. We do not ‘ave a gag reflex. To name just a few.” Harry gulped, feeling himself start to strain against his trouser leg. He kept his arms across his lap to hide his arousal. “You say curse. Are these not benefits?”

Isabelle approached, her hips having a noticeable sway. “Oh, the body, definitely. The allure…less so. It's all very vell if it helps us to stop veak minded fools from getting too close. But it's the ones with just enough resistance to fall for it…and still be able to plan how to get vat zey vant. It's why ve ‘ave always ‘ad to deal with…dangerous Wizards.” Harry nodded. He could well imagine the sort…like the two he saw talking with Malfoy Sr.

“But you…you not only resisted our passive allure, you vere able to shake a concentrated blast of it. And you said "No". That…is so much more attractive zan you realize.” Isabelle stood directly in front of him. She then kneeled in front of him, looking up through her bangs demurely.

“So…I vill ask again. No allure, no gimmicks…just some fun and passion. Would you have some fun with us?” Here, Elena slid off the seat and joined Isabelle on her knees. “Please? It's so hard for us to find someone who von't become a vegetable the moment zey stick it in.”

Harry sighed. It was true he hadn't felt them use the allure on him directly since he had forcibly repelled them. Only their passive allure was present, and though it hung heavy in the air, he was quite capable of ignoring it.

Rather than verbally agree, he reached down with his hand and gently hooked a finger under Isabelle's chin. She looked up at him in hope as he leaned down while simultaneously bringing her closer, into a gentle kiss. Isabelle moaned slightly, before starting to respond with enthusiasm.

He felt her kiss him more deeply, while also standing back up so that he did not need to bend. She nipped his lip, requesting entry with little licks of her tongue. He opened his mouth, and her tongue slid inside immediately. He felt her tongue move around his mouth, exploring…and filling it up far more than it should have been able to!

Opening his eyes in surprise, he saw Isabelle's eyes open and looking right into his. She winked, before separating her lips…but her tongue took a lot longer to retract entirely. A far longer tongue than she ought to have slowly slid back into her mouth, connecting them for a moment with a string of saliva.

“Surprised? I said ve are built for sex. A long tongue can be so useful” Harry felt his belt being undone and looked down to see Elena moving to pull his trousers down. As he was still sitting on them, it was making the task difficult. He went to lift himself up, but Isabelle's hand resting on his shoulder stopped him, before guiding him to lay down on the benches with her directly behind him. He found himself resting his head on her soft, bouncy chest.

This allowed Elena to finally pull his trousers, pants and all, down his legs. This freed his member, which by now was painfully hard. “Oh my…you are gifted in many ways it seems” Isabelle breathed into his ear.

Elena looked up at it from between his legs with adoration. She leaned forwards, her breath tickling his crown pleasantly. “Bon Appetit” she murmurs, before opening her mouth wide and sucking on his head. Harry moaned in pleasure, the warm confines of her mouth feeling amazing.

It was clear that she would struggle to get all of his length into her mouth. When he bumped into the back of his throat, she did not gag, as they had promised. But rather than try and swallow more of him, she instead started to extend her tongue out to lick the remaining shaft.

“Holy hell…that feels amazing.” Harry watched in amazement as Elena's tongue snaked out and wound around his cock an entire time. It was long and mobile enough to even reach his ballsack, where it was fondling them gently.

“Like I said…useful, right? Isabelle giggled above him. Harry simply nodded. He grunted slightly. This torture continued for several minutes, during which he kissed Isabelle some more. “You ‘ave great restraint..many a man vould ‘ave cum already. Shall ve take it up a notch, Elena?”

Elena responds by slowly retracting her tongue back before seperating from him with a wet pop. He was left throbbing and dripping large amounts of saliva that had frothed into bubbles in places where she had worked him vigorously.

Elena then stood up, before leaning down and placing her hands either side of his hips. Expecting her to start sucking him again, he was surprised when she instead showed an impressive display of flexibility.

She hopped up, rising into a handstand so that she was holding herself upside down over his cock. Her legs rose up in a graceful line, before she allowed them to fall into a perfect split above her. “Cheerleaders are amazing…”

Further thoughts were cut off as she lowered herself down to take him into her mouth once more. Only this time, he was angled in such a way that she could take him much deeper. She swallowed him whole, his cock driving deep into her throat and forming a noticeable bulge in her gullet. 

Isabelle reaches forwards and holds onto Elena’s thighs, before gently guiding her towards them both. Elena gave a small squeak as she lost her balance, but calms when her legs land over Isabelle's shoulders.

Harry had an amazing view of Elena's pretty little pussy and asshole as Isabelle held her buttocks. Isabelle then began to go to town on Elena, her long tongue diving deep inside her pussy. Elena moaned as the tongue wriggled and filled her up, the vibrations from her doing so adding to Harry's pleasure.

“I won't just be a spectator.” First, he reached up and began fondling Elena's petite breasts, rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb. Their combined efforts made Elena shudder and liquid sprayed out into Isabelle's face, all of which was rapidly licked up by her prehensile tongue.

Harry shuffled downwards, the motion thrusting himself even more into Elena's throat, though she didn't resist in any way. This meant that he was able to lay down completely, between Isabelle's legs.

“My turn” he let go of Elena's breasts to instead grab a buttock in each hand. He then kissed his way up her thigh beginning to lick and suckle on her folds. “Oooh…zat feels so good!” Harry gave slow, languid licks, before moving his tongue over her clit and flicking it rapidly.

Isabelle's legs shake, and her thighs close tightly around his head. “I'm close…so close” she began to chant above him. “Time for the finale.” Harry pictures a snake in his mind's eye, then speaks once more. “Cum for me”.

The reaction was instantaneous. Isabelle tensed, her legs shook stronger and a keening wail poured from her. Harry feels wetness leak down the sides of his face, before Isabelle loses her tension and her weight falls down onto him. Luckily, he is able to guide her due to his grip on her bum.

This, combined with Elena still deepthroating him, finally pushes him over the edge. With a growl, he explodes deep inside her throat. Four massive blasts erupted from him, but Elena valiantly held them all inside. When his orgasm finally petered out, Elena lost her balance and slumped over to the side.

His softening cock slid out of her, and Elena coughed before belching a little. Her cheeks bulged, before she visibly swallowed again. Turning towards Harry, she opened her mouth wide in his direction. “Ahhh…all gone. Zank you for ze meal.”

This caused his cock to twitch back into life, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. Isabelle giggled in disbelief. “Can you go again? No one’s ever managed a round two after Elena's blowjob! And just vat vas zat at ze end? I swear, your tongue vibrated!”

Harry shrugged. He didn't necessarily want to tell her about his Parseltongue, giving his history of people's reactions to it. “Just skilled, I guess” he said with a challenging smirk.

She then appeared to gain a second wind, standing from the bench, before striding around and approaching him from the front.

She stood above him, lining him up to her pussy. She was still leaking a little, dripping onto his crown. “Mmmm, I can't wait!” she then dropped down in one swift movement! As Harry bottomed out, bumping into the far reaches of her depths, her head shot back and both her and Harry released guttural moans.

“No fair! I vanted to fuck ‘im first!” Elena complained from the side. Isabelle snapped her head towards her, then grit her teeth and forced herself to raise up Harry's length. “Tough…pant…you already got ‘is first load. Now…gasp...it's my turn!” She then dropped down, hilting him entirely once more. She then began to move more rapidly, fucking him at a gradually increasing pace.

Elena huffs. “Fine, bitch” she says, but the smile showed there was no heat behind it. This was doubly apparent when she leaned forward and captured one of Isabelle's bouncing breasts in her mouth. “That's a great idea.” He then captured her other breast in his mouth.

Elena smiles at him around the mouthful she has, and Isabelle places an encouraging hand behind both of their heads. “Yes, suck zem. Ohh, Merlin!” Isabelle shudders through an orgasm, her folds tightening like a vice around him. He had to focus to prevent himself from exploding early. After a few moments, Isabelle continues at an even more rapid pace.

Sensing that she was on a knife's edge of pleasure, Harry grabbed her hips more firmly, before beginning to meet her every thrust with one of his own. “Yes! Fuck me….fuck me…FUCK ME!” she kept moaning, getting louder with each repetition.

Elena released the nub she was sucking with a pop, before licking a trail up her collarbone and neck. “Such a noisy little slut…I zink I can help with zat.” Elena then plunged her tongue down into Elena's mouth, surprising both her and Harry. It was clear she wasn't planning on simply kissing her, as the amount of tongue he was watching leave Elena's mouth suggested she was well into Isabelle's throat!

Soon, the trio were kissing, thrusting and moaning into another set of orgasms, their frantic pace making it impossible to hold off anymore. As Isabelle's insides tensed once more, Harry gave up the fight to hold off his orgasm. “Here it comes Isabelle!”

Despite him already having cum once, his second was even larger. Huge spouts rapidly filled her up, before spilling over and running down their thighs, mixed with Isabelle's own fluids. “I definitely have more stamina than before…though that definitely wore me out.”

Elena extracted her tongue, before kissing her lips and retreating. Isabelle breathed heavily, her eyes unfocused and staring straight ahead. “Oh my…you actually made her cum drunk. Oh…I can't wait for my turn.” 

Isabelle blinked and looked around herself in brief confusion, before focusing on Harry and smiling. “That…was the best fuck I've ever had. No lie. And I've had the pick of the Bulgarian team.” Harry pride swelled…before he paled slightly in realization. “Oh shit…I came inside you! Do you know the contraception charm?”

Isabelle chuckled and shook her head. “I do, but zat vill not be necessary. Veela can only get pregnant if ve vant to. Another quirk ov our anatomy.”

Isabelle looked down at his recovering arousal. “And ‘e still ‘as more to give!” Before Elena could move to push Isabelle out the way to take her place, a raucous roar rang out from above them. Looking to the ceiling, Harry frowned. “Shit…have they already finished?”

Elena jogged over to a nearby locker, before extracting her wand and pouting it towards what Harry had assumed was a blank wall. The wall then flickered and a screen similar to the ones up in the stadium lit up.

“And Lynch is back on his broom! But that must have shaken him up with some. A perfect Wronski Feint there by Krum!” came Ludo Bagman’s voice booming out of the screen, followed by cheers and boos from the crowd.

“False alarm…though it looks like Ireland is pounding our chasers. If Krum doesn't do somezing soon, it looks like Josephine vill be cheering him up.”

Harry sighed, before standing up and leaning down towards the trousers still around his ankles. “Well, it really is time I went back to my seat. If I don't, they may just send a search party. I have a habit of getting into trouble after all.”

“I never vould have guessed” Isabelle smirked. “Aww, I didn't get my turn!” Elena pouted. Isabelle reached forwards and pinched one of her erect nipples, making her gasp. “Oh ‘ush, you ‘ad plenty of fun…besides, zis may not be your last chance to do so.”

Harry raised his brow as he finished pulling his top back down his shirt. “What do you mean? Are you giving me a season pass for next year?” He teased. 

The two girls giggled, before Isabelle gently pushed him towards the door. “Somezing like zat. Go on, get back to xe game. We now need anozer shower zanks to you. And I zink Elena deserves to cum again” Elena cheered, before running towards the showers.

Harry chuckled, and waved. Just before he left, Isabelle darted forwards and kissed him once more, this time far gentler and without any tongue. “Thank you…really” she then retreated and closed the door, leaving Harry standing in the hallway stunned 

Looking down at the fresh tent developing in his pants, he sighed before turning and beginning his climb towards the top box.

“How am I going to explain this to the girls…”