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Red Light District 

Chapter 49

The morning sun was bright and warm, and it quickly chased away the night’s chill. Harry shaded his eyes and made his way under the archway marked “Diagon’s Red Light District.” Even at this early hour, the air was thick with cheap perfume, tobacco, and the faint scent of spilled firewhiskey. Raucous laughter tumbled from open pub doors, and the windows of the casinos throbbed with garish, enchanted neon signs. Above him, a blinking sign promised “ALL NIGHT PLEASURE! GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS!” in lurid pink and green.

He strolled down the main street, breathing in the stale tobacco smell. On either side of the old, narrow lane, strip clubs and sex shops competed for attention with clashing facades. Some had enchanted faceless mannequins in the windows, bending over to display the new crotchless panties on sale. Others just had bored girls in lingerie, blowing bubblegum and staring at the foot traffic like they’d seen it all before. Harry watched as a pair of wizards in rumpled Ministry robes staggered out of “The Horny Horntail”. Their ties were wrapped loosely around their heads, and their faces were dotted with lipstick smears. They paused to light cigarettes, then leaned against the wall and drunkenly flirted with every woman who passed.

Across the street, two witches in heels and miniskirts argued over a cigarette. They gestured wildly and occasionally paused to twerk at passing customers. One had a black eye that was almost swelled shut, but she still laughed when a man called her “darling”, and she flashed him a crooked smile. Harry shook his head at the spectacle. Most of the women here worked in the clubs or brothels, but some didn’t. They were either too old, too unimpressive, or too much of a nuisance to be hired. Those women sold themselves on the street, offering cheaper prices to those who couldn’t afford one of the quality girls. They were loud and exuberant, but no one seemed to mind. A hag with pencil-thin arms and a crusted nose tottered past. Her basket of “aphrodisiacs” sloshed as she hawked her wares. The bottle labels read “GUARANTEED TO WORK!” in peeling gold. Harry wondered how anyone could trust a potion from a woman who looked like she’d been dead for a week.

He ducked into a sex shop to get a better look at the wares. A bell jingled overhead, and a tired-looking wizard in mesh robes pointed him to the racks. Harry eyed the rows of vibrating wands, cock rings, and glitter-laced lubes with mild interest. There was an entire shelf labeled “Polyjuice Fantasy”, and there were hair samples from Quidditch stars, Veela, and notable dancers from the district. He snorted at a display of “Wand Polish for the Wizards Who Struggle to Get It Up!  — Satisfaction Guaranteed.” The packaging was pink and gold, and it vibrated if you squeezed the tube. Harry made a mental note of the signage, the lighting, and the shop’s general aura of desperation. It was all shock and no substance.

A shrill voice called out to him. “First time?” Harry turned to see a short, curvy woman in a mesh crop top, leaning on the counter and popping her gum. She had blue hair and a septum ring, and her name tag read “QUEENIE.” She eyed him up and down, and her lips pulled into a cheeky smirk. Harry gave her a polite nod.

“I’m just browsing,” he said.

“Let me know if you want a demo,” Queenie said, and winked. “It’s three Sickles for a quick rub and tug.”

He left after seeing all the shop had to offer. A few doors down, a bouncer the size of a cave troll stood in front of a strip club called “The Velvet Vault.” He wore a tailored suit, but the shirt and jacket sleeves were cut off to show off his bulging biceps, which bore a tattoo of a dancing Veela on one arm and a flaming cauldron on the other. Harry watched as the bouncer rejected a small group of guys from Hogwarts. They slouched off, muttering about getting fake IDs.

Further down the lane, he almost tripped over a woman on her knees, clutching a handful of sickles and giving a customer a hurried blowjob. She finished, wiped her chin, and asked if Harry wanted a go. He declined, but she whistled and called out, “Next time, handsome!” before disappearing into an alley.

Harry made a full circle around the block, cataloging the costumes, signage, and pricing. Every club was sleazy, and none of them inspired much confidence. Most of the girls lounged in the windows with the dull, sulky expression of someone who’d long since stopped hoping for a better gig. Even the Hogwarts-themed bar, “The Naughty Niffler,” was a bit of a dump. Peeking inside, Harry saw a waitress in a scandalously short Hufflepuff skirt, smoking a cigarette and counting last night’s tips. She looked up, blew a smoke ring in his direction, and went back to her money.

He ducked into a tea shop to regroup. The place was dark and sticky, and the tabletops had been etched with years of graffiti. Harry ordered a cup, sat at a table by the window, and watched the people go by. He scribbled notes on a napkin. He wrote down what he liked and didn’t like about the businesses here in the district. A girl in a transparent blouse refilled his cup. She then hovered nearby, clearly hoping for a big tip. He beckoned her closer, and she smiled and skipped over to him. Harry pulled a shiny galleon from his pocket and deposited it into her deep cleavage. She giggled happily and caressed his chin before skipping away, digging the galleon from between her sexy boobs. 

He finished his tea and stepped outside again. By then, it was nearing noon, and the streets were getting busier. A pair of goblins in business suits haggled with a pimply-faced wizard over a shipment of potion ingredients only found in the goblin mines. Up ahead, a Veela in a silver bikini glided by, causing every man in a twenty-foot radius to crane their necks and stare. Harry watched the woman with professional curiosity. She was graceful and very sexy, but she didn’t bother to engage with anyone. She just flipped her hair and kept walking. She was obviously one of the high-class whores in the district. Harry made another mental note to steal her away from wherever she was working. 

He found a quiet bench at the edge of the square and sat down. A few feet away, an ancient, toothless wizard played a violin for tips. He serenaded the passing hookers with an off-key rendition of some cheesy love song. Harry closed his eyes and took stock of everything in the district. 

He’d seen enough. The entire Red Light District was a joke. A lot of the girls were beautiful, sure, but the clubs were old, and the energy was stale. The strip shows and brothels all followed the same formula of cheap drink specials, overworked and underpaid staff, and no real effort at class or style. Even the sex shops felt like they hadn’t changed a display in twenty years. Harry couldn’t help but grin, because the bar for competition was so low.

He mentally compared the Red Light District to his plans for his business. His establishment would have quality lighting, actual music, and staff who were actually excited to come to work. He’d have sexy uniforms tailored to the girls’ bodies and drinks that weren’t watered down. Once he opened the doors, the clubs around here would be out of business in a year if they didn’t up their game. 

He stood up and stretched his arms until his shoulders popped. He began walking back to his hotel as the last of the night’s revelers stumbled through the gutters. Harry walked back to the main street with a spring in his step. He was already imagining the grand opening party, the flood of customers, and the look of pure envy on the faces of every club owner in Diagon Alley.

Harry was just passing a sleazy strip club called The Devil’s Den when he caught a flash of platinum-blonde hair up ahead. A girl was standing just under the flickering neon sign, wearing a mesh dress with nothing but sparkly pasties underneath. Her pale legs gleamed like porcelain as she did some kind of slow-motion ballet pirouette while staring up at the morning sky. Even before she turned around, Harry knew it was Luna Lovegood.

She looked a little out of place in the Red Light District, surrounded by screaming ads and drunk hookers in fishnets, but Luna didn’t seem to care. She lifted both arms over her head, twirled on one high-heeled foot, and hummed to herself until Harry was nearly beside her. She stopped mid-spin and grinned at him.

“Harry!” she exclaimed, launching herself into his arms. She hugged him with surprising strength, mashed her boobs against his chest, and giggled into his neck. She smelled like honeysuckle, and her body was soft and warm. Harry hugged her back until she pulled away.

“It’s a bit early to be in the Red Light District,” he said, glancing at the time. “Are you meeting someone?”

Luna gave him a dreamy look. “No, silly,” she said, brushing her tangled hair from her big eyes. “I’m here to find work.”

Harry blinked in confusion. “What kind of work?”

She gestured at the strip club behind her, where a pair of bouncers were tossing out last night’s drunks like sacks of trash. “Some of the Hogwarts girls already got contracts for the clubs. Susan Bones has been bragging to everyone how she already signed with Milkies. I thought it might be a good idea to get a contract of my own.” She paused, then added, “I’m not very good at lap dances, though.”

Harry tried to picture Luna pole dancing. “I think you’re a little overqualified for this place,” he said, sizing up the Devil’s Den. The windows were covered in black paint, and the velvet rope was stained with something that looked like vomit. The hand-painted sign above the door read “NO WANDS, NO FREEBIES, and NO REFUNDS.”

“Maybe, but it’s good money,” Luna said. She pulled a crumpled flyer from her purse and waved it. “They said they’ll give me a trial if I come back after Hogwarts and show them my special talents … whatever that means.”

Harry smirked. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

She shrugged. “I suppose you have to get creative in the modern economy. That’s why I was just showing them the Dance of the Pale Moon. It’s how you get the Snorkacks to wake up from their yearly slumber. Anyway, I’m hoping to make enough to buy Mum’s old wand from the auction.” Luna’s dad had lost most of their family possessions after the Quibbler went bankrupt, and she was always scraping together money for odd artifacts.

Harry nodded in understanding. Luna’s brand of weirdness had always made people underestimate her, but she was the scrappiest survivor he knew. “Don’t worry about your Mum’s wand. I’ll buy it back for you. You should come work for me,” he said. “My new place is going to be the best club in the Red Light District, and you could do something more interesting than just show off your tits.”

Luna’s eyes went even wider. “You’re opening a club? Can I do interpretive dance?”

“Sure,” Harry said, trying not to laugh. “You can do whatever you want. I’ll pay you double what they’d give you in there.” He jerked a thumb at the Devil’s Den, where a fight was already breaking out between two hookers in catsuits.

Luna squealed and hugged him again. She jumped up and down until her dress rode up around her hips, and she made no attempt to fix it. “You’ll sign me to a contract?”

Harry nodded. “You can start as soon as you’re done at Hogwarts, and until then, you can pose for my Chocolate Frog cards.”

She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “You’re a good friend, Harry.”

Harry smiled, put a hand on her shoulder, and guided her away from the club and down the crowded sidewalk. “Come on, let’s get breakfast,” he said. “You look like you haven’t eaten in a week.”

They cut through an alley and passed a pair of goblins counting money by the curb. Luna stopped to stare at a storefront selling “Genuine Vampire Fetish Artifacts”. She pressed her face to the window and sighed. Harry waited while she admired the display, then steered her into a diner at the end of the lane.

The place was packed with night shifters and sex workers finishing up their late dinner. The waitress led them to a table by the window. Luna slid into the booth and immediately began building a little house out of toothpicks. She did it with the same seriousness she gave to everything, and she was surprisingly fast at it.

Harry ordered a full breakfast for both of them. “And a glass of the frothiest milk you have, please … and a bowl of blueberries,” she added. She chatted in a low voice about the new creatures she’d read about, and then she asked Harry what his club would be called.

He shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet. Maybe something with ‘Phoenix’ in it, since it’s going to rise from the ashes of this shithole district.”

Luna nodded thoughtfully. “Or the White Stag … or maybe the Moon Lady. I think you should name it after a magical creature associated with rebirth or temptation.”

Harry grinned at her. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

The food arrived, and Luna immediately shook a bunch of salt onto her eggs. She ate quickly, and Harry figured she must have been very hungry. “I think you’ll make a brilliant club owner,” she said between bites. “You have a very welcoming aura for lost girls.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not running an orphanage, Luna.”

She giggled and drank half her glass of milk in a single go. “You’d be good at it anyway.” She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “Promise me you’ll let me pick my own costumes?”

“You can wear whatever you want,” Harry promised. “And you don’t have to take your clothes off if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I don’t mind being naked,” Luna replied. “I just dislike it when people get grabby.” She leaned in and spoke quietly so no one would hear. “Did you know that if you sprinkle powdered Diricawl feather on a man’s hands, he’ll get an electric shock if he touches your skin?”

Harry almost snorted coffee out of his nose. “I’ll put that in the employee handbook.”

Luna finished her meal and stood up, stretching so her dress almost floated off her body. Several customers nearby stopped to gawk. She didn’t notice. She licked a streak of blueberry juice off her finger and said, “So, where are you off to now?”

Harry told her he was going back to his penthouse above the hotel he had bought. Luna’s eyes sparkled with interest. “You have a penthouse?” she asked.

He nodded. “Do you want to see it?” he asked, and Luna nodded eagerly.

They walked together through the alleyways, and Luna skipped ahead every few feet to peer into windows or poke at weird objects on the sidewalk. She trailed behind a mangy cat for a block, then sang a song about the brave little Kneazle that could. She tried and failed to convince it to follow her. Harry just shook his head and enjoyed her company. Most people couldn’t keep up with Luna’s logic, but Harry found her unfiltered honesty comforting.

They reached the hotel, and he took her up to the lavish penthouse. Luna immediately wandered over to the balcony and threw open the doors, letting in a rush of air.

She stood at the railing and looked down at Diagon Alley with the wind blowing in her blonde hair. Harry joined her, and they leaned together to watch the parade of people below.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. Her voice was strangely quiet.

He looked at her, and the bright sunlight made her hair look silver. “I think so too,” he told her. 

Luna turned to face him. “Thank you for being kind to me,” she said. “Most people just stare or ignore me.”

He shrugged. “People are idiots.”

She reached out and cupped his face with both hands. “You’re a very good kisser. I forgot to tell you that when we had sex,” she said. “Since then, I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss you on a balcony.”

Before Harry could react, she pressed her lips to his. Luna deepened the kiss, though she didn’t use any tongue. Harry raised an eyebrow when she pulled back. “That was nice,” he admitted.

Luna nodded, satisfied with his reaction. “You can kiss me again if you want, but wait until after I undress,” she said, pulling her mesh dress over her head. 

“I didn’t bring you here to have sex, Luna,” Harry said, though Luna had already yanked the mesh dress up and over her head. She let it drop to the ground, then peeled off the sparkly star-shaped pasties from her nipples. She then reached between her thighs to tug the third one free from her mound. She tossed them away with a flourish, like a magician revealing her final trick. Sunlight poured over her bare skin. Luna’s tits were very perky, pale, and perfectly round. Her nipples were almost as pale as her skin, with the tiniest hint of rose at the very tips. She had no hair between her legs at all. Her pussy looked as smooth as silk, and her taut lips looked delicate and very tight. 

Luna stood in just her high heels with her hands on her hips. She cocked her head at Harry. “I know you didn’t bring me here for sex,” she said. Her voice was as dreamy as always. “But you did say I’m signing a contract. That means I belong to you, right?” She looked up, peering at him through her pale lashes. “That makes me one of your girls.”

“I suppose it does,” Harry said, trying to sound more in control than he felt. He’d seen Luna nude before, but there was something about the way she looked now. She was utterly shameless and completely at ease in her own skin. That made his cock twitch in his trousers.

Luna smiled in a naughtily satisfied way. “If I’m your girl, then you’re supposed to use me. It would be rude not to. You’re the boss.” She stepped closer, and her heels clicked loudly on the floor. Then she just jumped, flung her arms around his neck, and wrapped her pale legs around his waist. Harry staggered back a step, caught her by the ass, and she started kissing him with open-mouthed, hungry little sucks and nibbles. Her hot tongue flicked at his lips, letting him know what she wanted. 

She ground herself against him so he could feel the heat of her slit through his trousers. “You can fuck me right here, if you want,” she breathed into his ear. “Or you could take me to your bed like a proper club owner.” Her fingers threaded in his hair, and she licked the side of his neck, then nipped at his jaw. Harry grinned and carried her through the penthouse and into the master bedroom.

He set Luna gently on the giant bed, but she refused to let go. Her arms and legs stayed locked around him, so he just fell with her onto the mattress. She wriggled under him until her back was on the sheets and her creamy thighs were spread wide. Harry got free of her grip, sat up, and looked down at her. Her pussy was slick and slightly spread open. Her pussy lips were already glistening, and the tiny pink nub at the top was swollen. She reached down and ran a finger through her folds. She then put the fingertip in her mouth and sucked it with a naughty smile.

Harry hovered over her, looking down at her. “You’re serious,” he said.

Luna nodded, her eyes wide and shining. “I’ve been thinking about this since the Yule Ball. You’re the only man I ever wanted to do this with. So please, Harry. You can do anything you want.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to …” Harry started, but Luna shook her head.

“I don’t have to do anything,” she said. “I’m just tired of pretending that I’m not always thinking about your penis.” She reached down, undid his belt, and yanked open his trousers with surprising strength. She fished his cock out and stroked it. “You can even tie me up, if that’s what you like,” she said. “I just want to be with you again.” She lined his cock up with her slit and began dragging the head between her slippery folds. 

He didn’t bother answering. He pushed foward and eased in, and Luna gasped, then moaned. She used her legs to pull him all the way in. She was tight, hot, and so wet that he nearly came inside her. Luna’s pussy clamped down, and she arched her back and pushed her perky tits up and out to display her chest. She looked down to the spot where his cock was buried and cooed in delight. “You’re so big,” she said, giggling, “I can feel it in my belly.”

Harry started to move, and Luna tilted her hips up to meet every slow, steady thrust. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him fiercely. She cutely chittered and moaned as her hands roamed his back and shoulders and arms. Every time he gave a harder thrust, Luna gasped and shuddered, and her inner muscles fluttered around him.

Harry fucked her slowly and gently, but Luna was greedy for more. She dug her heels into his ass and bucked her hips, demanding more speed. “Fuck me like I know you want to,” she moaned. “Use my body.” Her pussy fluttered around him, and she reached down to rub herself. Her fingers rubbed in quick circles around her swollen, throbbing clit.

Harry did as she requested and picked up the pace, pounding into her with deep, even thrusts that made her pussy squelch loudly. Luna squealed and clung tightly to him. She came incredibly fast, and her body locked up and began shaking. Her pussy spasmed so hard it squeezed Harry’s cock in fluttering waves. Luna pulled his lips against hers and cried out into his mouth as her pussy violently milked his thrusting cock. 

When Harry finally came, he tried to pull out, but Luna locked her ankles behind his back and held him in. He spilled inside her, and she rolled her hips to milk every drop out of him. Afterward, she lay back and stretched like a cat. Her body was flushed and glowing.

She kept him inside her with her legs wrapped around his waist, and she smiled at him with dreamy eyes. “You can use my body however you want, Harry,” she told him. “Just remember that I’m one of your girls now.”

Harry chuckled and kissed her sweetly. Luna mewled cutely as she squirmed underneath him. “I’ll remember,” he promised, and he folded her body in half, jackhammered into her sensitive pussy, and pounded her g-spot. Luna cried out and arched her back. Her face broke into a huge, happy smile as she started cumming again.