Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 10 (Patreon)

"Frivilous Dress order"

All individuals depicted in this chapter are over the age of 18 and are consenting adults. All acts depicted are consensual, and with the permission of the consenting adult.

Harry was led along the street, reaching the main crossroads near where the entrance to Gringotts bank was. It was here, he remembered, that the Twins ended up purchasing their joke shop before.

Right now, the shops that took up this place consisted of various clothes shops, from Madam Malkins, which looked largely unchanged, to new shops. It was one of these new shops that Ginny led Harry into.

The shop had large glass bay windows in prime place for the busiest part of the Alley. Within the windows were more of the animated mannequins, showing off a wide range of fashions. Harry was impressed by their variety…and their daring. “This could be an entertaining visit for sure.”

Above the windows, in decorative font was the name: “Frivilous Outfits”. As he entered, he was greeted by a large, light entrance area with a central counter. Beyond it, rows of clothing were hung in long aisles. The inside of the shop clearly had expansion charms at work, as the rows of clothing disappeared almost out of sight!

Behind the counter, a young woman with shoulder length, curly brown hair and bright red lipstick smiled at the group. Her lower half was hidden behind the counter, but her top half consisted of a tight, knitted jumper that hung from her neck with tied straps and had a large amount of visible cleavage. She was certainly gifted in the bust department.

“Hello there girls, welcome to Frivolous. How can I help you today?” the girl looked at Hermione, and nodded. “I do believe we just got in a new range that would suit your tastes, my dear”.

Ginny stepped up to the counter “Hi, could we get a private booth? We want to try on some clothes.” The woman eyed Harry up and down with a glint in her eye. “I bet you do…but you know the rules. You need three endorsements from Witches before a Wizard is allowed to enter the store.”

“I endorse him,” Ginny replied. “And so do I” Hermione continued. The woman smiled kindly, but with a shrug, she shook her head. “That may be…but that's still only two.”

“Well then, it's a good job I'm here. Consider it three, sister” came a voice from between the aisles. From within the shop, a gorgeous honey blonde teen stepped out.

She currently wore a flowing light blue sundress that hugged her figure tightly. The dress came up to her mid thigh, and her feet were adorned with an impressive set of heels, at least 3 inches in height. Her breasts were struggling against their restraints, and based on the noticeable bumps, a bra was not assisting it in its fight.

The woman behind the counter turned, revealing that her entire back was bare, the neck strap being the only visible part of the outfit. “Oh, hello Lav. If you want in on the action, I don't blame you.” She then leaned forwards as Lavender Brown (as that was who it clearly was) reached the side of the counter. “He looks good enough to eat…looks at those biceps!” She was still plenty audible to the group.

As Ginny crossed her arms under her bust and huffed, Lavender rolled her eyes, “behave Daisy, no jumping the customers…again.” The now name Daisy pouted, before turning to the group. “Seems you have the endorsement you need, girls. Why don't I take…Harry? I assume that's you based on your scar?”

Harry smoothed his hair over, feeling conscious of his scar. “Yes, you guessed correctly.” Daisy nodded, “I'll take him to the booth, give you girls a chance to pick out your outfits and surprise him!”

Ginny seemed reluctant to allow him out of her sight with Daisy, but Lavender strode forward and hooked her arm through her elbow. “Come on, we got a whole new range, hot from the muggle market! They know their clothes, that's for sure!”

As she dragged Ginny off into the shop, she winked at Harry as she passed. “Looking good Harry. Great to see you come out of your shell. Daisy? Show them to the good booth, yes?” She then strode off, Hermione shaking her head with a soft chuckle.

Daisy daintily placed a plaque on the counter, saying “back shortly”. She then stepped out from behind the counter. “This way, Harry.” She then turned and led him along the outer wall of the store. He had to swallow a surprised grunt at seeing the rest of her outfit.

The sweater, which he had assumed made up the top of her outfit, appeared to be the only thing she was wearing. The sweater formed something that resembled a skirt at the bottom, but was really just a narrow band of fabric that barely covered her rear. The entire back was open, and the tip of her ass crack was nearly visible where the fabric started.

He was confident that the sway she put into her hips was entirely for his benefit. “Like the outfit, then luv” she said, as she looked over her shoulder and saw his eyes glued to her bottom. He gulped and cleared his throat. “Er…yes. It's very flattering of your figure” he replied, trying to be diplomatic.

Daisy blushed slightly, which he took as a win. “Thanks. It's what the muggles call a “virgin killer sweater”. She stopped by a curtain set in the wall, looking much like any changing rooms might. She turned and stepped into his space swiftly.

“But something tells me you're not a virgin, Harry…” she said, running a finger over his shirt. “So tell me…would I be able to kill you with this outfit?” 

Harry just smirked, more confident than he would have been thanks to his recent endeavor's. “You're right, I'm not a virgin. And while I'm sure you would love to give that a go…I've got an appointment with three gorgeous girls to keep. Is this our booth?” he asked, gesturing with his head towards the curtain. 

Daisy smirked, before taking a step back. “Good answer. And yes, it is.” She tapped her wand against a rune to the side of the curtain. “It's fully private, only you and the girls can enter. And no sounds can come out” she said with a wink.

Harry thanked her, before entering through the curtain. He walked into what looked like a standard changing room. It had hooks to hold hangers, and a small stool to make it easier to change shoes.

It was spacious, more than enough space for a few people to change but Harry wasn't sure where he was supposed to go. He looked at the opposite side, to a similar curtain. Shrugging, he stroked across and pulled it back, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Through the second curtain was another room, this one larger than the changing booth. It was lit with floating lights with the majority of the space taken up by a slightly raised dais as he entered. It almost acted like a stage for those coming through the curtain.

Across from this, the far wall was dominated by a large, curved sofa with a table in the middle. To the side was a bucket with ice, that seemed to be enchanted to never melt. This held a bottle of champagne, as well as several bottles of water.

“Holy…the good booth indeed. Thanks Lavender…” Stepping down from the dais, he took a seat and grabbed four glass flutes, one for each of them. He then grabbed a water bottle, intending to keep the food stuff until the girls arrived.

As he waited, he noticed a modified wizarding wireless in the opposite corner to the drinks bucket. Reaching forward and playing with the dials, he quickly realised it played more than just the radio. Switching it to some soft music with a decent beat, he was made aware of someone entering the booth beyond the curtain.

“Harry? Are you here?” came Hermione's voice. “Yes, just through the curtain!” “Great, stay there. We'll be taking it in turns, ok?” Harry saw no problem with this, and settled down for the show.

There were several minutes of rustling and something that sounded like a rubber band stretching. “Strange…just what has Hermione chosen?” His question was answered moments later when the curtain was drawn open, and Hermione emerged, strutting out into the middle of the stage.

She was wearing a dress…made entirely out of black latex. It was sinfully tight, meaning it hugged her curves closely. It was shoulder less, came down to just below her ass and was essentially a long tube.

Hermione threw her hip out and smiled. “Well? What do you think?” Harry swallowed, and nodded. He found his voice, barely. “Yes. It suits you.” And it did. With Hermione's hair streaks and piercings, it was a very goth look that didn't look out of place in her.

Hermione nodded, before looking down at herself. “Thanks…though I'm wondering if that will get me in trouble at school…” she said, gesturing to where her navel and nipple piercing were clearly visible through the tight material. Harry coughed, "it's, er…not breaking the Act though, right?” he asked. He was still learning about it, but based on what he'd read so far…

Hermione shrugged before smiling once more. “Yeah, you're right.” “Hey, you done Hermione?” came Ginny's voice through the curtain. “Sure, by all means” Hermione replied, before stepping off the platform and taking a seat to Harry's left. He was immediately conscious of how much her skirt rode up as she sat and crossed her legs, the latex squeaking slightly with her movement.

His attention was swiftly drawn in by the fiery redhead as she entered the room, however. She was wearing a flowing white shirt which just barely covered her breasts, with the lower the half being visible beneath the shirt. Her navel was bare, before her lower half was covered by a tight pair of jeans.

What especially stood out about these jeans, however, was how low rise the waistline was. There was barely a gap between the top on her trousers and her thigh, meaning they sat almost beneath her hip bone. If it wasn't for the visible red thong beneath them, Harry was confident that her slit would have poked out from the top…

Ginny walked to the middle of the room, before doing a slow spin, holding her now loose hair up high on her head by raising her arms. This raised her shirt even higher, her nipples nearly becoming visible below the shirt's hem. As she turned, her lightly freckled back went on for miles, her thong doing nothing to hide the swelling of her bum before the jeans started.

Harry felt himself throb at the sight, his now quite visible erection straining against his trousers. He was regretting wearing jeans himself…

Feeling a shift next to him, he eyed Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She had learnt back, and had slightly spread her legs while fidgeting slightly. Based on her flushed face, she was enjoying the show almost as much as he was…

Ginny finished her slow turn, and smirked at Harry. She then stepped down and sashayed her way towards him. His hands clenched lightly, but he refused to show any sign of backing down, matching her smirk with one of his own.

“Well, I see someone's enjoying the show…and I don't mean Hermione being moments away from fingering herself next to you…” Ginny said, winking at Hermione as the latex clad girl lifted her hand from her thigh and shrugged back.

Turning back towards him, Ginny reached down and grasped the sizable tent in his trousers. “Oh my…is that your wand Harry? Or are you happy to see me?”

Both Harry and Hermione groaned, though for different reasons. “That was terrible Ginny…” Hermione grumbled. Harry just chuckled.

“You better not be starting without me girls! I got you this booth, I want in on the repayment!” Came Lavender's voice from the curtain. Ginny looked at Harry with a raised brow, seeking his permission. He nodded…trying to do so without appearing too eager.

“Ok, don't panic. He's all yours Lav. Just try and beat mine and Hermione's outfits!” Ginny called, and took the seat on Harry's other side.

The music changed then, surprising them all. Clearly, there was a way to choose the music from within the changing room. With a club beat now filling the room, Lavender threw the curtains open and walked in. And Harry wasn't the only one that gasped.

Choosing to forgo a regular outfit, Lavender had walked out in what could only be swimwear…but it was like none Harry had ever seen!

It was basically a one piece…but with very little material. What little fabric covered her mound split into two straps that went up and over her breasts then over her shoulders. They were thin, and did nothing to hide her large breasts, as they spilled from either side. Harry was pretty sure the only thing keeping it in place was the pressure created by her large breasts stretching it out…and perhaps her large, visibly hard nipples poking out from the front stopping it from sliding off.

“You bitch! You said it had to be something you would be able to wear in the street! That's cheating!” Ginny huffed, though the way she was eyeing Lavender showed that she didn't truly mind.

“And? Do you see my nipples or pussy at this time? You can't deny, this doesn't actually break the Act.” She then did a spin of her own, showing the straps merged behind her back before disappearing deep into the globes of her ass…

 Ginny sighed, and nodded in agreement. Lavender giggled as she completed her spin. “Besides! I would wear this in public…just, at the beach. Not on the street. Now…”

Lavender stepped off the stage, and eyed Harry hungrily. “I do believe, based on what I'm seeing, that I won? Can I get my prize…”

Harry was pretty sure he was the hardest he'd ever been…though the world cup locker room was making him unsure. Still, as he eyed Ginny, who looked frustrated but accepting, and Hermione who was once again inching her hand up her own thigh, he decided he wasn't going to make it too easy for Lavender.

“Oh, I don't know…what prize did you have in mind?” He smirked, leaning back into the seat. Lavender was now standing directly in front of him. “What else…I want you, in my pussy. Sound good?”

It did. Boy it did. Still…”Hmm. I don't know. It sounds like you cheated in your competition…I'm not sure you deserve such a prize.”

Lavender looked momentarily shocked, before recovering and giving him a sultry look. “Oh? And just what would I need to do to deserve it” Ginny, realising Harry's game, was quick on the uptake. “I think she needs to prove herself capable, don't you?”

Harry nodded. Lavender looked affronted. “Capable? I'm more than able to take you, even if you're a bit big.” Harry then gestured to his trousers. “Prove it. If you can make me cum with just your mouth, before you cum yourself…then I'll give you exactly what you want. If you can't…then Ginny gets me first.”

A spark of challenge shone in Lavender's eye. “Deal!” She then swiftly kneeled in front of him between his legs, and deftly undid his belt. As she eagerly pulled down his trousers, her eyes widened as she had to pull them further….and further. They reached mid-thigh before his length was finally able to spring free and stand proudly into the air. 

“Phew…that's a relief…” He looked down at the wide eyed Lavender, her eyes tracking his bobbing head as it moved to his heartbeat. “What? Backing down already. Tut tut. Ginny, perhaps we should…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Lavender launched forwards and plunged his length down her throat. He had to grip the sofa to avoid yelling out in pleasure…he had a role to play after all.

Lavender got just over halfway, before she gagged harshly and was forced to pull herself off again. “Glurgh…don't you dare…hah…underestimate me!” She said, starting to stroke him up and down with her hands and spread the saliva she had left behind.

Ginny leaned forwards, and inspected his cock. “I don't know…you gagged before you've even reached his pelvis. Even I can throat him better than that!”

Lavender just narrowed her eyes at her, before planting her hands in his thighs, opening wide and throating herself on his cock once more. This time, she got down an extra inch, her spit helping to lubricate. But she still had a lot to go.

She bobbed up and down, her spit forming bubbles as she picked up her pace. Still, the last inch or two eluded her, as she gagged each time she reached her limit. When she did, more saliva bubbled forth to help her.

“Oh dear…can't quite get that last inch, can you? Here, let me help” Ginny said with a sweet tone…before reaching forward to grab Lavender's head. She had just enough time to widen her eyes…before Ginny pushed her forward with surprising strength!

Glurk! Hurgh…cough…gluark. The sounds coming from Lavender's throat as she was forced to deepthroat him were obscene. The feeling of her throat swallowing around him was doing an impressive job of milking his length.

He groaned, looking down at Lavender with respect. She was clearly struggling, her eyes watering as she frantically fingered herself. Her “outfit” had long since fallen from her shoulders and pooled on the floor, allowing her off hand to grab at her breast and knead it roughly.

Ginny had long since let go of her head, choosing instead to move behind Lavender and reach down to assist her in fingering herself. And Lavender still hadn't pulled off of him, despite not being held down any longer.

“Well done…I'm getting close to Lavender…you might just win this if you keep it up!”

Lavender's need for air won out, and she dragged her mouth back off his length, coughing as he was fully removed from her throat. “Oh God…I'm so close to. I never knew choking on a dick could feel so good!” She threw her hair behind her head, and looked over her shoulder. “Now who's cheating?” she asked, but with little heat as she shuddered from the pleasure Ginny was giving her.

“Just helping out…I want Harry to win, after all~” she replied before kissing Lavender's neck, much to the brunette's pleasure. Lavender took several deep breaths, before leaning forward once more.

“I'm not going to stop till you cum Harry! Ready?” He sure was, and at his nod, she leaned down and took him to the base on one fell swoop! He leaned back and moaned. That had nearly made him blow immediately.

What followed was a battle of wills. Lavender's tight throat, pulsing as she swallowed, against Ginny's tender ministrations to her pussy and breasts. Trying to distract himself from the feeling, he looked to his left…this did not help.

Hermione had pulled her dress up to her middle, allowing her access to finger herself properly. Her leg was up, held close to her body by her arms and allowing her to pull herself forwards to see the show clearly. Her eyes were locked onto where Lavender's mouth was sealed over his length, her breathing rapid as she fingered herself.

His length pulsed at the sight, and Lavender's moan suggested she'd felt it. Ginny leaned towards Lavender's ear. “Feel that? He's close…but so are you, right? Who will win…I could help you, if you'd like?”

Lavender was beyond the point she could think very clearly. She was starting to struggle with the lack of air…she hated to admit it, but she needed the help, so she nodded. Ginny smiled, before bringing the hand that had been fondling her breast up…and then began to massage Lavender's throat!

Harry snapped his eyes back to Lavender, staring in shock. He could feel that! Ginny began to caress her throat, gently rubbing the bulge that was formed from his cock. “Oh heck…that…I'm gonna cum!”

And cum he did. He raised his hips, grabbed her head and grunting as he unloaded deep into Lavender's stomach. Lavender was clearly riding her own pleasure, hers and Ginny's hands working in tandem. Her pussy quivered, before a steady stream of pussy juice leaked down her thighs.

And still, Ginny kept rubbing her throat, milking him of his entire load. Eventually, Lavender couldn't hold on any longer. His cum spurted out the sides of her mouth and out from her nose as his final blast struck. Then, her eyes lost focus, and rolled into the back of her head. “Best…way to lose…ever…”

Harry let go quickly in concern. Without any form of support, Lavender slumped to the floor, his softening cock sliding out as she fell to the floor. “Oh shit, are you ok Lavender!?” Leaning forward, he was waved away by Ginny, as she waved her wand briefly over Lavender's form. “She's fine, just passed out…”

Harry slumped back in relief. He noted that Hermione had continued with her own pleasure, but hadn't reached her peak yet. She had just slowed down now that he wasn't actively fucking Lavender.

“Well, I think that was a draw…but Lavender is hardly in any place to claim her prize. Lucky me!” Ginny smiled, standing up and stepping over Lavender. Harry just chuckled, his eyes roving over Ginny as she reached down and popped open the button on her jeans.

“This is the best shopping trip I've ever been on…”

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After an hour of fucking and several orgasms by all parties involved, they had left quite the mess behind in the booth. Still, it was nothing a few wand waves couldn't fix. They had also taken the opportunity to enjoy the provided champagne as they recovered from their frantic activity.

Lavender still hadn't woken up, but her steady breathing and content smile alleviated Harry's concern. The fact that Ginny seemed sure she would be ok made him think that she might have helped in her slumber, but he wasn't daft enough to voice that thought.

Leaving Lavender laid out on the sofa, covered by a conjured blanket, they exited the booth in their usual clothes once more. The only sign that they had done anything more than shop was the slight limp Ginny now had…and the unmistakeable recently fucked glow, of course 

When they reached the front, they were greeted by Daisy once more. “Hey there! Did you have fun?” she asked, giving the group a knowing look. They all nodded, and the girls were even happier when he offered to pay for their purchases. Both girls had decided they wished to keep their respective outfits, after all.

After paying, Harry waved the two ahead. “Go on, I'll catch up. Won't be a moment.”

The two eyed him suspiciously, but Ginny clearly decided she was in no position to argue. “Ok, see you at Fortescue's. Try not to get too distracted, ok?” Harry just nodded, and the two left, Hermione helping to support Ginny slightly.

“My, you did a number on them. With three girls, I thought it would be you struggling to walk afterwards” Daisy said, a slightly impressed look on her features.

Harry chuckled. “Well…it was a close run thing. Speaking of…we kinda left Lavender to recover in the booth.” Daisy waved away his concern. “Don't worry, that's not booked until this afternoon.”

Harry nodded, before leaning onto the counter. “So…these virgin killer sweaters…do they come in different sizes?” Daisy just smirked. “I might just be able to help you out, Mr. Potter.”

Harry ended up buying one for each of the girls, including Lavender. He also bought her the swimsuit she had worn. It was bloody hot, after all! The sweaters would need to be made to measurement, so would not be ready for a while. He shrugged. They would make a good Christmas present, he felt.

By the time he left, his gold pouch was significantly lighter, but his mood could not have been much better.

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Ten minutes passed before a ruffled looking Lavender emerged, clasping the conjured blanket around herself like a towel.

“Daisy? Where are Harry and the girls?” she asked, looking around as if they would appear from between the aisles.

“Oh, hello Lavender. You just missed them. Not sure where they've gone, I'm afraid.” Lavender sighed before shaking her head. “Dammit. Can't believe I lost that way. Passed out and everything…”

Daisy smirked. “That good, huh? Damn, I should've pushed harder for my own fun.” Lavender rolled her eyes. “You get plenty of admirers, especially in that outfit.”

Daisy grinned. She wasn’t wrong.. “Here, catch”, she says before throwing something at Lavender. She reflexively caught it, looking to see the bundle of cloth she had caught was another sling bikini similar to the one she had just worn. “Loverboy bought it for you. You must have left an impression at least.”

Lavender rubbed the material with her finger and thumb, looking at it softly. “He didn't need to do that. Now I'm definitely going to have to thank him when we get back to Hogwarts…”

Lavender looked up, determined. “Right! Time to find the right outfit. And, I've got a bit more budget now that I don't need to buy that bikini!”

Watching Lavender jog off into the aisles in nothing but a blanket, Daisy chuckled again. “Oh Harry, you have no idea what you're in store for. Lucky boy~.”