Tricks and Treats

Part 1

Harry let out a deep yawn as he turned off the television and checked his watch. It was past midnight. At almost forty years old, Harry had a much harder time staying up into the wee hours of the night. He groaned as he pushed himself off the couch and went into his kitchen. He filled a teacup with water and tapped the rim of the cup with his wand. The water inside immediately began to boil. Harry then dropped in some tea leaves and let them steep. Harry opened the cabinet, pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey, and added a shot to his cup. That was something he did most nights, as it helped him sleep. He then used the time waiting to clean up a little. Kreacher had finally passed on a few years back, and Harry never bothered to get a new elf. The potential scolding from Hermione wouldn’t have been worth it, in his opinion. Thankfully, Harry wasn’t a very messy person to begin with. Once his tea was done, Harry added his milk and sugar and stirred. He pressed the cup to his lips and drank.

“Ahhh!” he happily sighed as his belly grew warm. He was just about to take another drink when someone knocked on his front door. Confused about who would visit at this hour, Harry carried his tea into his living room and set the cup on the coffee table. He went to the front door and opened it. Much to his surprise, he found Victoire Weasley standing there wearing a very provocative nurse’s uniform and a cute smile.

At nineteen years old, Victoire was a stunning young woman who looked strikingly similar to her mother, Fleur, when she was her age. Harry examined her outfit. The neckline of the white dress was open and showing off a generous amount of cleavage. The skirt was more than halfway up her thighs, and her legs were covered by thigh-high white stockings that ended just past her knees.

Her parents had divorced when she was sixteen, and Bill was now living in Egypt to be closer to his work. Since then, he noticed that Victoire had begun dressing more scantily, probably as a form of protest or something, Harry thought. Bill wasn’t around to say no, and Harry wasn’t sure what Fleur’s opinion on the matter was. As soon as she turned seventeen, their opinions didn’t really matter anymore since she was of age and could decide for herself.

“Nice costume,” Harry complimented her. Victoire smiled cheekily and did a little spin to show off.

“It’s really cute, right?” she giggled, pushed past him, and walked straight into his home. Harry chuckled and closed the door. Victoire had always played by her own set of rules. Victoire flopped down on his couch and made herself at home.

“It’s a bit late for a house call, isn’t it?” Harry asked as he sat beside her and picked up his cup. He took a drink as Victoire began to explain.

“I went to Dominique’s Halloween party, but when everyone started swimming in the pond, I decided to leave,” she told him, taking the cup from his hand. Harry knew of her aversion to getting dirty or muddy. Even as a kid, she outright refused to swim in the pond at the Burrow. Harry fixed this issue by building an in-ground pool in his backyard for her to swim in. Since then, she had spent a lot of time at Harry’s house and was very comfortable there. In fact, she had lived there for almost two months during the divorce and had only moved back in with Fleur when it was over and done with.

Victoire drank his tea and pulled a face. Harry burst out laughing at her sour look. “Gross!” she exclaimed, shoving the cup back into his hand. Victoire hated firewhiskey almost as much as getting dirty.

“Serves you right,” Harry smirked as he drank his favorite nighttime drink. Victoire wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “So, why didn’t you go home?” Harry asked her.

“Mum went to visit Gran in France and won’t be back for a couple more days. I don’t want to stay there alone. It’s kind of creepy,” she shuddered at the thought. Victoire still lived with Fleur at Shell Cottage. With it being on the edge of a cliff by the sea and with the nearest neighbor several miles away, Harry agreed that it could be a little creepy at night.

“I suppose it is,” Harry agreed, sipping from his cup again. Victoire nodded and removed her high heels.

“These heels are murder on the feet,” she hissed, tossing them on the ground. She then lay down on the couch and rested her feet on Harry’s lap. Harry raised an eyebrow at her. Victoire still had the cheeky smile on her gorgeous face while wiggling her feet. “Can you massage them, please?” she asked kindly. “They hurt.”

Harry and Fleur knew well that Victoire had developed a crush on him over the last few years. Harry found it embarrassing, while Fleur found it quite funny. However, about a year ago, Fleur seriously discussed it with him.

“At some point, Victoire will likely make a move on you,” Fleur had wisely told him. “And when it ‘appens, I suggest you give ‘er what she wants.”

Needless to say, Harry was floored by her candidness and acceptance of the situation. When he asked why, Fleur explained that most women with Veela blood will look to explore their sexuality, and most often with an older man. Fleur had done the same, as had Apolline, before they eventually got married to other men. Fleur even reminded Harry of his passionate affair with Gabrielle when she was eighteen.

“Our Veela blood does strange things to our ‘ormones, and we instinctively go after an older man we trust to ‘elp guide us through that period of inner turmoil,” Fleur explained. “Though you did not understand it at the time, you did a wonderful job with Gabby. Today, she is very ‘appy and well-adjusted, and she will forever love you for the role you played in ‘er life. I trust you as much as anyone, ‘Arry, and I know you would take good care of Victoire,” Fleur had smiled at him while holding his hand. “ ‘Owever, I do suggest you keep it to yourselves. I do not think Bill or the other Weasleys will understand the situation,” she added. Wiser words had never been spoken. Even Harry didn’t understand it.

He wasn’t sure if Victoire was “making a move” as Fleur had called it, but since he already promised Fleur to take care of her if she came to him, Harry decided to just go with the flow and see what happened. He took her stocking-covered foot in hand and began massaging it. Victoire looked a little surprised that he complied with her request, but she quickly closed her eyes and wiggled deeper into the thick couch cushions to get comfortable. A cute little gasp left her lips when Harry dug his thumb into the sole of her foot. He was no stranger to giving girls massages and had gotten quite good at it over the years. He had even started massaging Fleur recently, and the older Veela was very vocal about his skills. Victoire seemed to agree because she let out a small moan and began rubbing his thigh with her other foot. “That feels really good,” she stated, the pleasure thick in her voice.

Victoire wasn’t shy about showing off her body either. The bottom of her dress had ridden up so far that Harry could see the crotch of her black panties. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “I’m glad you like it,” Harry teased while making her squirm.

He noticed that her free foot had gotten closer to his groin, and she was rubbing him with more enthusiasm. Harry took things a bit further by sliding his other hand up her leg and over her calf muscle. Victoire’s back arched slightly, letting him know she enjoyed his treatment of her body. She didn’t stop him when his fingers reached her inner thigh, and he gripped the top of her stocking. Harry slowly peeled it down her leg and pulled it from her bare foot. Victoire’s eyes opened, and she watched him caress her smooth leg. Her cheeks were now pink, and they turned red when he tickled her behind the knee. “Maybe the next time you go out to party, you should wear some sensible shoes. Then your feet won’t hurt so much …” he joked with her. Victoire shook her head.

“Heels look good on me,” she told him. “They make my legs look sexy,” she added. “Besides, I can always come here and see you if my feet hurt,” Victoire teased him. Harry chuckled as he ran his palm down her smooth skin. His cock was already at half-mast, and when he suddenly smelled the scent of her aroused pussy, it fully hardened.

“So, you’re planning on staying here tonight?” he asked her, sliding her other stocking off. He tossed them away, leaving her legs bare. She nodded slowly.

“If that’s okay,” she said, studying his reaction. He gently brushed his fingers over the incredibly soft sole of her foot. It made her shudder dramatically.

“Of course,” he replied easily. Victoire smiled prettily at him and pulled her feet from his lap.

“Good!” she chirped. “I’ll go get ready for bed,” she said before going upstairs. Harry shook his head and finished his tea. Sometimes that girl was too much, he thought to himself as he went into the kitchen and washed out his cup before placing it back into the cabinet. Harry then went upstairs and into his room. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth before returning to his room to put on his pajamas. When he entered his room, he found Victoire on his bed, sitting on her knees and wearing only a black bra and panties. She wore a nervous smile on her face. Harry was surprised. He figured she was just testing the waters earlier and would try to further things another day. It appeared that she wasn’t done with him just yet. Harry walked in, wearing only a towel around his waist.

“Is this okay?” she asked him, worried he might say no.

“Are you sure about this?” Harry asked, wanting to make sure. Victoire nodded as her eyes raked down his chest and onto the towel. When he got to the edge of the bed, she crawled over to him and stood on her knees. Harry looked down at her as she reached out with slightly shaky hands and touched his chest. She exhaled loudly when she finally touched him. Her hands slowly slid down his pecs and onto his toned belly. Victoire spent several minutes exploring his torso. Eventually, she realized what she was doing and blushed while taking her hands away. She looked embarrassed for the first time that night.

“I … uh … I’ve never done this … I mean, I’ve never …” she couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“You’ve never been with a man before?” he finished her thought. Victoire blushed deeply and nodded. Harry placed his hand on her cheek and gently caressed her skin. Victoire trembled under his intimate touch.

“If you’re ready for it, I’ll guide you through it,” he mirrored Fleur’s words to him.

“You will?” Victoire asked, sounding vulnerable. He wasn’t used to her doubting herself. Victoire had always been very self-confident. Harry tickled her under the chin. Victoire closed her eyes and mewled cutely.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you,” he promised as he slid his hand around to the back of her neck. He played with the little hairs at the base of her scalp. Victoire squirmed and purred with pleasure. His other hand slid around her back, and he expertly unclipped her bra. The bra went slack as Harry leaned in and kissed her sweetly. Victoire wasn’t satisfied with just a sweet kiss, though. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she quickly deepened it. Harry felt her tongue slip into his mouth as his hands moved over her sides and under her bra. Victoire moaned into his mouth as he cupped her perky breast and toyed with her hard, crinkled nipple. He gave the hard nub a little tug, which made her jump slightly. Harry spent a few minutes kissing her until he thought she was comfortable with the new situation. He knew she was comfortable when she removed her arms from around his neck and unfolded the front of his towel. The towel dropped to the floor, leaving him fully nude.

She reached in and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and immediately began tugging on it. It was obvious that this was her first time touching another man. She was very enthusiastic but lacked skill. Harry broke the kiss and slipped the bra from her pale shoulders, revealing her lovely breasts for the first time. Victoire wasn’t busty by any means, but she had a set of breasts that were at least a handful and sat perkily on her chest. Her nipples were of average size and pale in color. The tips were stiff and protruding from her slightly puffy areolas. Harry couldn’t wait to suck on them. She must have noticed him staring because she suddenly seemed shy again. Harry smiled warmly at her.

“You look beautiful,” he assured her. Victoire smiled and stroked his cock a little faster. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss while his hand went back to her breasts. Victoire really seemed to enjoy having her nipples played with. Harry pulled his lips away from hers and kissed her chin. Victoire leaned in and nuzzled his cheek with her lips.

“Do you want me to suck on it?” she asked him, squeezing his cock and looking hopeful. That wasn’t something he would ever deny. He grabbed her panty-covered ass and pulled her to him. He squeezed and kneaded her shapely bottom as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He grabbed her g-string and pulled it from between her cheeks, causing her to exhale loudly. His fingers slid down, and he began to massage her lips. Her hairless lips were already slick with wetness.

“Only if you let me lick you at the same time,” he teased while tugging her panties down her thighs. Victoire blushed but looked excited about the thought.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she said while helping him remove the panties from around her ankles. He quickly tossed her damp panties away and grabbed her behind the knees. Harry pulled her lower half, making her fall back on the bed with a surprised squeak. Pushing her knees open, Harry got his first look at her tight, wet pussy. Her small slit looked tighter than any pussy he had ever seen. She was completely hairless, and there wasn’t even the slightest amount of stubble on her taut lips. He could see the wetness clinging to her little petals. Her clit was engorged with arousal and ready to be sucked. The scent coming from between her legs was incredible and made his cock strain with need. Unable to stop himself, he leaned down and kissed her smooth mound and then her clit. Victoire gasped and arched her back when his lips touched her most sensitive spot. Wanting to taste her, he gave her slit a quick lick and moaned into her pussy. Momentarily controlling his urges, he patted the inside of her thigh.

“Scoot over,” he told her, and she quickly complied. She slid over, giving him room to lie down beside her. Harry lay on his back with his cock sticking straight up in the air. Victoire didn’t seem to know where to begin. “Straddle my chest, facing away from me,” he instructed. She did just that. Throwing her leg over his chest, she straddled it and placed her hands on the tops of his thighs. He could feel her burning pussy against his chest, and as she wiggled around, she smeared her juices all over his skin. Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her ass to his face. Victoire’s top half fell flat against him with a loud “EEP!”, and he felt her warm breath on his cock.

Her lovely ass was right against his face, and Harry used his thumbs to spread her open. He could feel her body shuddering on top of him as everything was exposed to him. The tightness of her pussy was nothing compared to the tightness of her asshole. It was obvious she had never been taken there. As he stared at her body, a fat drop of arousal rolled onto her clit and dropped on his chest. Harry pressed his face between her cheeks and ran his tongue up the length of her slit.

Tricks and Treats

Victoire’s eyes fluttered when Harry licked her. Because she was such a beautiful and sexy girl, most people thought that she had had plenty of experience with the opposite sex. That assumption couldn’t be further from the truth. The most she had ever done was a bit of kissing and some touching over the clothes. As a student, she hadn’t been particularly interested in sex, but that changed over the last year. It was like something shifted inside of her, and her hormones went haywire. As much as she wanted to talk to her mum about it, she refrained. The subject was too embarrassing, especially since the object of her desire was Harry Potter.

Victoire had started off by subtly flirting with him, and when that didn’t work, she began showing off more skin when he was around. She was very pleased when he started looking at her in a different way. Her pulse quickened when his eyes would follow the shape of her smooth legs, and her pussy would dampen when he looked at her cleavage. Coming over that night was the best decision she had ever made, Victoire thought as his tongue flicked over her swollen clit. She gasped and gripped his thighs tighter. She then remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Her eyes followed his long, thick cock as he swayed back and forth. Capturing it in her palm, she moved her hand down to the base and lowered her head. Her heart thundered in her chest as the head of his cock reached her lips. Her lips parted and touched a cock for the first time in her life. She quickly found that she enjoyed his manly taste and went further. Her lips wrapped around the head, and she sucked on it like a lollipop. “Use your tongue,” she heard Harry say.

Her tongue touched his head, and she swirled it around, licking every bit that she could. “That’s good … Like that,” he encouraged her. Gaining more confidence, Victoire lowered her head a bit more and took an inch of him into her mouth. Slowly, she began bobbing her head while keeping her tongue against his soft skin. Harry rewarded her by flicking his tongue against her asshole. Victoire’s eyes went wide, and she pulled off of his cock. She looked over her shoulder at him but found his face buried in her ass. She couldn’t believe that he would actually lick her there! The action was so perverse and filthy. However, she couldn’t deny that she liked it. His tongue tickled her rim, making her hole pucker even tighter. When his tongue touched her directly on the hole again, Victoire moaned and rested the side of her face against his lower belly. It was too hard to concentrate on his cock when she was getting pleasured for the first time. His lips then found her pussy again, and he sucked on one of her wet lips. Victoire trembled while his cock brushed against her face. Unable to do anything more, she leaned in and started kissing and licking every bit of his shaft that she could reach. Then he did something that she would never forget.

His lips found her aching clit, and he added suction. Then, his tongue wiggled against it. The pleasure was exquisite, Victoire found. She pressed her face against his erection and whimpered pathetically while her body spasmed. Her breaths came out ragged, and she squeezed his shins with her hands. Had she known that it would feel this good to have a boy lick her down there, she might have considered it sooner. Something was inside of her, bubbling to the surface. Logically, she knew what it was, but as she had never experienced it before, it was still new and wonderful to her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body broke into goosebumps. Her nipples suddenly became extra sensitive, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding her pussy against his mouth. Her vision became blurry, and her loud exhales turned into squeals of pleasure. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, and she tried desperately to lift her upper half up and look back at him. However, her strength failed her, and she collapsed into his crotch. Victoire whimpered again as Harry sucked on her throbbing bead harder. She couldn’t hold on any longer. The pleasure was simply too good. She cried out as something began squirting from her cumming pussy. Her voice was muffled by Harry’s thick sack, which was firmly pressed against her lips. Overcome by affection for him, she began sucking on his balls as though her life depended on it. This was the first true orgasm she had ever had, and Victoire prayed to all things holy that she would get to experience many more in the years to come.

“Looks like you’re a squirter,” she barely heard him say. She was too busy kissing and sucking lovingly on his sack to listen properly. When he kissed her sensitive clit, Victoire pushed herself up and squealed. Harry chuckled amusedly. She looked over her shoulder and found that Harry’s face was soaking wet. The skin of his chest was covered in a thick layer of her juices. Victoire blushed massively and rolled off of him.

“Sorry,” she said, completely embarrassed by her body’s reaction to the pleasure he provided.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he stated kindly, grabbing his wand and waving it over him. His face and body instantly dried. He then placed the wand on the nightstand and leaned over her. His lips found hers, and Victoire happily kissed him back. As he kissed her, his hand snuck between her legs and gently stroked the length of her soaked slit. Victoire moaned deeply into his mouth. She suddenly remembered that she had failed her self-appointed task.

“I’m sorry … It felt too good, and I forgot to … umm … you know?” she stumbled over her words. Harry smiled at her and kissed her forehead. Victoire closed her eyes and mewled over his loving treatment of her.

“Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to make me feel good,” he assured her.

“Can I do it right now?” she asked, eyes wide and innocent. Unfortunately, she let out a cute yawn after finishing her request. Harry chuckled again, which made her blush.

“How about in the morning?” he countered. Victoire yawned again and nodded. That sounded good to her. The orgasm had sapped most of her strength. Still, she had enough to scoot closer to him and slip her bare leg between his. She enjoyed the way his warm erection rested against her smooth thigh. Harry reached for his wand and gave it another wave. A conjured blanket appeared over their nude, intertwined bodies. Another wave caused the lights to go out. His arms slipped around her, and Victoire fell asleep with a big, dopey grin on her face. She couldn’t wait to tell Rose about this.