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The Great Recession

Chapter 10

Ron Weasley lurched through Diagon Alley with his chin tucked into his collar to ward off the cold drizzle. He kept his eyes on the ground, which he felt was safer than looking at the few remaining shops or the people darting in and out of them. He didn’t belong here anymore, and everyone knew it. Once, he’d been a fixture of their society as he walked side by side with Harry and Hermione. He was part of the show. Now, he just wanted to get through the alley and back home before someone recognized him.

He nearly missed the battered bin wedged between Flourish & Blotts and the boarded-up sweet shop. Ron stopped, kicked the lid off, and dug until his hand closed around a crumpled copy of the Daily Prophet. The front page was soft with rain and covered in greasy black thumbprints, but he could still make out the headline. He tucked it under his arm and carried on.

He made his way to Knockturn Alley and quickly found his flat. He climbed the stairs, which sagged and groaned with every step. Ron shut the door behind him, shucked his damp coat, and went straight to the bedroom.

His room was a cesspit. The mattress was stained and torn, the smelly rug was sticky with spilled food, and the only light came from an old, battered lantern that barely worked. Ron sat on the bed, propped his feet on a crate, and fished out a half-empty bottle of cheap rotgut from under the mattress. He twisted the cap off, took a long pull, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He flopped back onto the bed and shook out the Prophet. He squinted at the inky mess and took another drink. The first two pages were the usual crap. They spoke of bankruptcy, layoffs, and something about a new law that nobody would follow. Ron flicked to the sports section out of habit and read everything of interest. He had no idea the Grandmasters of Gobstones was already taking place. He was about to toss the paper aside when something caught his eye. He spotted the word “Weasley” in a bold, leering font.

He sat up, sloshing liquor on his jeans and the paper, and read the headline. WEASLEY GIRL TO STAR IN PLAYWIZ SPREAD! Ginny Weasley, the Prophet continued, would be the next Playwiz centerfold, joining the ranks of Britain’s most legendary centerfolds. It was all there in black and white, including her measurements. Ginny smiled from the page, wearing nothing but a miniature bikini. She looked amazing. She looked healthy, clean, and so happy it made Ron’s stomach twist.

He read it again, slower. Ron then glanced at the photo. Ginny winked, blew a kiss, and bounced on her toes, her tits jiggling with every movement. The picture was set on a sandy beach, and the bottoms of her bikini rode so high between her cheeks that it was basically a thong. Ron stared and mindlessly guzzled down some liquor. He didn’t even notice the burning in his nose until he snorted a mouthful of liquor out onto the Prophet, spattering Ginny’s smiling face with rotgut.

He wiped the page off with a shaking hand and kept reading. The article described Ginny as a rising star and a redheaded bombshell. It said she’d been spotted at the Playwiz Mansion in the company of the Boy Who Lived and his ever-expanding harem. It even quoted her, saying that she was “excited to take charge of her own destiny” and something about “not giving a toss what anyone thought.” 

Ron crumpled it up and threw the paper against the wall. He then staggered up and paced the room. He couldn’t believe it. His little sister, the pride of the family, had gone and made herself a whore for Harry Potter. ‘A whore!’ Ron raged. She’d let that smug bastard talk her out of her pants and onto the cover of the trashiest rag in wizarding England.

He kicked the crate across the room. It crashed into the useless radiator, splintered, and left a broken pile of boards across the floor. Ron hissed in pain as his toe throbbed. He grabbed the bottle, drained it, then threw it away too. The noise woke something in the wall. It was probably another rat, but he didn’t care.

Ron let out a seething breath, picked up the paper, and dropped down onto the bed where he uncrumpled it. He stared at Ginny’s face. In the photo, she was everything he wasn’t. She was clean, happy, and wanted. She looked like she’d eaten three square meals a day for a month. Her hair was glossy and thick, and her skin glowed. Her eyes were alight with happiness, and her smile was blinding. 

He flipped the page and found a full-length magical shot of Ginny in another swimsuit. This one was so small it barely covered her nipples. She posed with her hands on her hips, and her ass cocked to one side. Her smile looked almost like an invitation to try something with her. The sight made Ron grind his teeth. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall, or better yet, in Harry’s face.

He tossed the paper aside, rolled over, and tried to sleep. However, the images followed him, and the rage continued to boil. He drifted in and out, but the angry thoughts never seemed to leave him in peace.

He woke after noon, shivering from the cold. He reached for the bottle to warm himself up, found it empty, and cursed. He pulled on his coat and stumbled back out into the alley. He needed more booze. He needed to forget. Most of all, he needed to figure out a way to save Ginny, whether she wanted saving or not.

The Great Recession

Playwiz Mansion was alive with happy, beautiful women scampering around with barely anything on. Harry sat in the big hot tub on the roof terrace, sunk to the neck, letting the jets work at the knots in his shoulders. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes were closed. It had been a tiring day, and Harry was trying to relax. 

Someone slid open the glass door behind him, and Harry opened one eye. Hermione stepped out and was quickly followed by Ginny. They were both barefoot and wrapped in plush towels, and they were both laughing at something he hadn’t heard.

Hermione’s towel was tucked just under her armpits, barely containing her tits. She walked with a confident stride. Her hair was pulled up, and her skin was flawlessly smooth. Her skin had a beautiful luster to it. It seemed she had adopted the same beauty regimen as his models. Those skin products weren’t cheap, but then again, Hermione was making good money now. Ginny had her towel knotted low, her hips cocked, and the fabric barely reached the top of her thighs. She looked incredible. The high-calorie food he had been feeding her was really paying off. She’d filled out in all the right ways. Her waist was still slim, her hips wide, and her tits were round and perky. Her face was healthy and soft, and her blue eyes were bright and lively. She glanced at Harry and grinned mischievously.

“You’re hogging all the jets,” she accused, and dropped her towel to reveal a bikini so tiny that it was a miracle that the thin strings hadn’t snapped while trying to hold back her luscious curves. The bottoms rode low on her hips, and the top barely covered her areolas. When she moved, Harry got a quick flash of sideboob, then underboob, then both. Ginny saw him staring and winked.

Hermione slid into the hot tub next to him. Her bikini was a bit more substantial, but not by much. It was still tiny, and it clung to every cock-hardening curve. “It’s not even dinner time, and you’re already having a soak?”

Harry tiredly smirked. “It was a long day.” He reached over and tugged Hermione into his lap. She yelped and splashed, but didn’t fight him. Ginny rolled her eyes, then slipped into the water across from them. She arched her back and let the jets massage her lower back, her tits breaking the surface in a pair of perfect domes. For a moment, the three of them sat in silence, just enjoying the hot water.

Ginny broke the silence first. “So, did you see the Prophet?” she asked, her voice bright.

Harry laughed. “Front page, above the fold. They must really like you.”

Hermione snorted. “I didn’t even know they put centerfolds on the front page now. Your mother’s going to have a stroke if she sees it.”

Ginny grinned, unbothered. “She always said I should aim high.”

Harry watched the two of them. Hermione nuzzled into his neck and ground her ass into his crotch. Ginny kept stretching, arching her back, and letting her tits float up and out of the water. She looked better than any girl he’d ever seen in a magazine, Ginny thought. However, there were quite a few other women in the house who would beg to differ. 

After a few minutes, Ginny stood up and wrung the water from her hair. Her bikini top was soaked, and it clung to her nipples. She caught Harry watching and smirked as she slid the straps off her shoulders, then tugged the top off and tossed it onto the deck. Her nipples were hard and pink, and her breasts were perfectly shaped. She stood there, letting him look.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry just grinned. “You know, you could start a trend here at the mansion,” he told Ginny. “Topless Tuesday, maybe.”

Ginny snorted. “Only if you pay me double.”

Hermione slipped out of Harry’s lap and joined Ginny standing. She pulled off her own top and tossed it next to Ginny’s. Her breasts were bigger, fuller, with slightly darker nipples, and the softest, pale skin Harry had ever seen. Hermione glanced over at Ginny, and the two girls compared chests for a second, both giggling.

Harry leaned back and watched. He felt the familiar thrill that had never quite gone away, not since he realized that this was his life now. He loved his mansion and being surrounded by sexy women. He briefly wondered what Ron would say if he saw Ginny standing there, topless and proud, smiling like she owned the world.

He knew exactly what Ron would say, but he also knew that Ginny was happier than she’d ever been, and that was all that mattered. Ginny and Hermione sat back down while giggling and splashing. Harry pulled them both close, one girl on each arm.

Hermione’s ass squished perfectly under his right hand, and Ginny’s damp hair brushed his left arm as she scooted closer, water sloshing up her flat belly. Harry tilted his head, looked at Hermione, and smiled. She smiled back prettily, with only the slightest blush pinking her pale cheeks. 

He leaned in and softly kissed her, but it didn’t take her long to deepen it. Hermione opened to him, letting his tongue slide over her own, and she immediately made a sound in her throat that was a mixture of a whimper and a moan. Harry gripped the back of her neck and kissed her deeper, sucking her tongue until she shuddered and dug her nails into his bare chest. He loved the way her body trembled for him.

Next to him, Ginny watched with undisguised curiosity. Her blue eyes flicked between their mouths, then down to where Hermione’s hand slipped under the water and stroked Harry’s thigh. Ginny’s lips parted, and her cheeks were flushed red.

Harry broke the kiss and let Hermione’s tongue slip back into her mouth before turning to Ginny. “Don’t be shy,” he said, and Ginny grinned, exposing a perfect row of teeth. 

She inched forward until her knees bumped his shin under the water and kissed him. Ginny’s lips were warm, and she tasted faintly of mint, a contrast to Hermione’s cinnamon flavor. She let him take the lead at first, but when he sucked her tongue into his mouth, she moaned and pulled his hair with both hands, grinding her body into his side.

Hermione watched, then slid her hand onto Ginny’s hip. Ginny gasped, then giggled into Harry’s mouth, but didn’t break the kiss. Harry felt a sudden squeeze under the water. Ginny’s hand wrapped around his cock, and she started stroking it. Her grip was tight and possessive. 

He groaned, bit her bottom lip, and kissed her harder. Ginny’s other hand found Hermione’s thigh, and she squeezed, pulling her closer. Hermione slid her leg over Harry’s lap and straddled him, knees on either side. She sank onto his lap, pinning his cock against his stomach and Ginny’s stroking hand.

Hermione kissed Ginny now, their mouths close enough that Harry could feel the heat of their breath, and their tongues met in the space between their lips. Ginny was the first to start moaning, but Hermione quickly outpaced her, making lewd little whimpers every time Ginny’s tongue flicked against hers. Harry let go of the back of Hermione’s neck and reached for Ginny’s ass, kneading the round, dimpled cheek under the thin, wet bikini.

He tugged the string of Ginny’s bottom and let it snap back, then did the same to Hermione’s, just to watch her shiver. Both girls turned to look at him, then burst out laughing.

“You’re such an ass,” Hermione said, but her eyes sparkled.

“I suppose so,” Harry said through a smirk while he continued to play with her thick cheeks. 

Ginny kissed Harry’s shoulder, then whispered, “She’s a really good kisser, isn’t she?”

“I certainly don’t have any complaints,” Harry teased, looking at Hermione as she blushed slightly. 

Ginny locked eyes with Hermione and kissed her again, this time slipping her hand behind Hermione’s head and pulling her in close. Hermione relaxed into it, her hands floating under the water until she found Ginny’s waist and started stroking gentle circles on her bare skin. Harry watched their tongues duel. He watched the hungry way Ginny tried to dominate the kiss. Hermione responded by sucking hard on Ginny’s tongue, making her whimper. 

Harry’s hands roamed freely now, tracing the slope of Hermione’s back, then cupping both of Ginny’s wet tits. Her pink nipples were stiff and crinkled, and he pinched both at once, making Ginny break the kiss to gasp and then squeal with laughter.

“Which of us do you want more?” Ginny teasingly asked as Harry gently tugged on her nipples. 

“I want both of you,” Harry replied honestly. 

Hermione grinned. “That’s lucky, because we both want you.”

She twisted around, straddling Harry with her knees tight on either side of his hips, and kissed him again, this time even rougher. He felt her pussy press against his shaft, and the wet bikini fabric rode up between her lips. Ginny, feeling emboldened, leaned in and licked Hermione’s ear, then nipped at the lobe with her teeth. Hermione shuddered, and her hand snaked between Harry’s legs to wrap around his cock with Ginny’s, both hands pumping him in tandem.

Ginny leaned in and pressed her breasts to Harry’s shoulder. She started kissing down his neck and over his chest. Her tongue traced the line of his collarbone, and every time she exhaled, the hot air made his skin tingle. Hermione still rocked on his lap, rubbing her pussy against his hand-enclosed cock, and every so often, Ginny would lean up to kiss Hermione again. The sight of their faces pressed together and their lips and tongues moving was enough to make Harry’s head spin.

He reached down and cupped Hermione’s ass, pulling her tighter against him. Harry then did the same to Ginny, squeezing both girls at once. He slid his fingers under the bikinis, stroking the slick skin underneath. He teased along their slits until both girls squirmed and gasped.

Hermione ground harder and moved faster. She was dragging her slick pussy along his fingers. She whispered into his ear, “Fuck me, Harry, please.”

A pink-cheeked Ginny giggled and added, “Not before me, you don’t.”

Harry laughed and stood up, water streaming off his body. Both girls grabbed his arms to steady themselves, and he grinned down at them, his cock standing at full attention.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Yes,” they said in unison, then dissolved into giggles.

Harry climbed out first, water cascading from his shoulders, then turned and offered his hands to the girls. Hermione was out in one smooth movement, but Ginny slipped on the wet tiles and almost fell into his arms. She made a cute face at him, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

He led them inside while dripping all over the floor. He then stopped to grab his wand. With a quick flick, he dried them all in an instant. Ginny squealed in delight, and Hermione smiled and pecked his cheek. The girls then turned to the bed. The bed was massive, with more pillows than seemed sensible. 

Ginny pulled off her bikini bottom and flung it at the headboard. Hermione did the same, then knelt on the bed, looking over her shoulder at Harry with a smirk. Her wet, naked pussy was on full display. Her lips were taut and shiny, and they seemed to quiver in anticipation. Harry got onto the bed and grabbed Hermione’s hips, lined his cock up with her pussy, and drove in with one long, hard thrust.

Hermione shrieked, her face pressed to the covers. “Harry, slow down, you idiot!”

Ginny watched with glee while cupping her own tits as Harry started to pound Hermione from behind. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of hot, wet pussy filled the room. Hermione braced herself on the sheets and arched her back as she took every powerful thrust.

Ginny crawled closer and ran her finger along the crack of Hermione’s ass. She then pressed it against her asshole, just to see how she’d react. Hermione yelped and then moaned. Hermione then wiggled her hips so that Ginny’s fingertip slipped just inside. Harry groaned and picked up the pace, fucking Hermione so hard the bed frame started to bang against the wall.

Hermione came fast, and her whole body shook as her pussy clenched around Harry’s cock. She collapsed onto the mattress, breathing hard. Harry pulled out and rolled onto his back, gasping for breath.

Ginny pounced like a wildcat, taking Harry’s cock in both hands and licking it clean. Her tongue swirled around the head and down the shaft. She looked him right in the eyes so he could see how much she enjoyed it. Ginny didn’t stop until his entire shaft was shiny and sparkling clean.

Harry panted, “Get on the bed, Ginny. You’re next.”

Ginny grinned, wiped her mouth, and crawled up beside him, already spreading her legs. Hermione rolled over, her face flushed and satisfied, and reached out to hold Ginny’s hand.

Harry watched them while his cock throbbed with need. Ginny’s pink pussy was dripping wet and ready for action. All he had to do was give it to her.