Summary: To help raise money for those affected by the war, Harry decides to work with Witch Weekly and rent himself out to any interested witch for a one night, date night experience. Yet the hero of the Wizarding World is in for a rude awakening as he’ll soon realize that the witches of Magical Britain are lusting for far more than just an innocent dinner and conversation.
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Dinner At Tracey’s
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With a sigh, Harry straightened his tie in the mirror. ‘It’s for a good cause. It’s for a good cause.’ his mantra repeated over and over again in his head.
Tonight was the first date of many he would have to go on. When Margaret Lorfey, head editor of the Witch Weekly magazine, had approached him with the idea he had agreed thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal. He would do a few awkward dinners, raise some money for charity, and maybe his survivors guilt would lessen slightly. At least that’s what he thought at first.
When the first ad had hit the shelves advertising a “One Night Date Night Experience with the Man-Who-Won!” hundreds off ravenous witches had practically stormed the news stalls and magazine racks all over the country. The fact that the “Date Night” costed a hefty fee of 500 galleons thinned the crowds somewhat, but not by much.
So now here he was, getting ready for the first date of hundreds presumably. It was fine though, he would try his best to be chivalrous and kind but nothing in the ad said he had to be a very good date if things went south. Even he had his limits and if someone pushed his buttons the wrong way he had no problem with leaving in the middle of the date.
Bugger the 500 galleons, he could always just pay the magazine back. Sirius wasn’t kidding when he said the Black family was filthy rich.
“Harry?” a voice called from down the hall. “You need to get going. It’s nearly 7:00!” 
Andromeda Tonks walked into the room worriedly. Her hair was a bit frazzled, probably from her metamorph grandson tugging on it for fun. 
From further down the hall he heard another voice shout.
“Oi! That means move your arse lover boy!”
Andromeda sighed as her daughter and mother of her grandchild poked her head in. Nymphadora Tonks was a sight to behold. A beauty much like her mother but with an extra allure of wickedness that came with her personality. The scar that ran down from her temple to her chin did nothing to take away from her bombshell beauty, if anything it added to it.
Harry had been staying with the women for the last few months while Tonks recovered and Grimmauld Place was renovated. They didn’t mind one bit and Harry was ecstatic that he was able to see Teddy everyday. He would miss putting him down for bed every night when he moved into the Black family town home but he knew Tonks wouldn’t be far behind him when she was finally taken off of mandatory medical leave from the aurors.
Giving Andromeda a slight smile he nodded. “Alright alright, I’ll get going. Best to get this over with.”
“Have fun! Use Protection!” Tonks called after him merrily. Andromeda too wished him well as he made his leave.
With a sigh Harry made his way to the floo. Glancing once more at the address scrawled on the piece of parchment delivered to him, he threw down the dark powder and was whisked away by the flames. After a few seconds he was unceremoniously flung out onto a dark oaken floor.
Tinkling laughter met his ears as he stood and brushed himself off. Looking up he spotted a very pretty brunette witch laughing at him. Her hair was cut short just above her shoulders and her frame was outfitted by a very stylish navy dress. Harry’s eyes betrayed him slightly as he followed the dress’s plunging neckline and caught sight of the smooth skin of her cleavage.
Snapping his gaze back up his eyes landed on the brunette’s face once more as she now smirked knowingly back at him. With a start he realized he recognized this girl.
“Tracey Davis?” He blurted out.
“And he speaks! Was worried that fall knocked all the brains out of you! Or maybe that was just my tits?” She teased.
Harry blushed at being caught, quickly stammering out an apology. Tracey simply waved him off.
“No worries! ‘Sides I figure you ogling my chest is a pretty good start to a date!”
“Right, date!” Harry stated, remembering why he was there. “So shall we get going?”
Tracey rolled her eyes. “We’re already here you lug! I thought you’d probably be uncomfortable in public, what with the adoring fans and all.” she snorted. “So, dinner at my place! Well, my parent’s place but they’re still living at the french summer cottage till all the Death Eater’s are tried.” 
She waved for him to follow as they made their way into a dimly lit formal dining room. It wasn’t very big but he doubted the mahogany furniture or pure silver cutlery were signs of destitution. Remembering his manners, he made his way over and pulled out Tracey’s chair. She gave him a bright smile and sat. He jumped slightly when her arm grazed slightly against his crotch, but the woman made no reaction to the small touch. Shaking it off, Harry turned and sat at the prepared seat across from her.
“So…” He said simply not really knowing what to say.
“So.” Tracey responded back with a small smirk.
“I have to admit I’m a little out of my depth here. Merlin knows how bad it would be in public so, ah, thank you for that I guess.”
Tracey raised an eyebrow at his words but smiled nonetheless. “You’re welcome. Now loosen up! I won’t bite I promise… Well I will if you ask nicely.” She said sending over a wink.
Harry despite his nervousness chuckled. She was trying to lighten the mood and he was appreciative of that.
“Noted. I do have to ask though, why did you buy a spot for the date? You were never really one of the notorious Harry Potter fan club members at school.” 
Just as she was about to answer a small house-elf, dressed in a crisp cream colored vest, appeared.
“Dinner be served mistress!” The elf squeaked. With a snap of its fingers their plates filled with a creamy risotto topped with freshly grilled lobster. Their cups filled too with a clear white wine that smelled faintly of citrus.
“Thank you Lipsy, that will be all.” With a pop the small elf disappeared and they began to dig into their food. Tracey breezed past his earlier question, instead she began talking about some of her fonder memories of the house they now sat in.  Harry joined in where he could, prompting more stories with well placed questions. Prior to this Andromeda had given him a crash course on how to be a good date. Listening and engaging with your partner was key and something that Andromeda drilled into his head in their short lesson.
Harry didn’t notice it at first, but slowly he began to unwind around Tracey. She had such an inviting personality that he couldn’t help but open up to. The wine certainly helped as well. 
Their dinner was cleared and desert was eaten, and now they sat upon a couch in the family room sipping upon their fourth glass of wine.
“…and then she set him on fire! Just like that!”
Tracey’s giggles sounded out as he finished the story. “Hermione Granger, child arsonist! Who would’ve thought?”
“Oh just wait until I tell you how she blackmailed Rita Skeeter only three years later!” Harry laughed.
“She’s got a ruthless streak about her, I admire that!” 
Their laughter died down after a time. Both enjoying the other’s company while drinking their wine. At some point Tracey’s feet had come up to rest on his lap and he caught himself rubbing into one on the soles with his other hand. The brunette groaned slightly at the impromptu foot rub and she laid her head back with closed eyes.
Minutes of silence passed as Harry dutifully massaged her feet and calves. He had thought she had fallen asleep after a while but just as he was about to stand and see himself out her voice cut through the silence.
“I was curious I suppose.”
Turning to face her he was met with her unfocused gaze. 
“About you that is. There was just so much mystery around you. For years no one knew what happened to you after that night. Me and Daphne both grew up on stories of the heroic and brave Harry Potter, fighting dragons and trolls. You were a fairy tail. Then one day, out of no where, there you are. Standing next to me in the great hall about to be sorted. You were just this skinny little thing and truth be told I found myself a bit disappointed. You were no fairy tail knight nor Merlin come again. You were just a kid! So I never tried to look closer. I figured that since all those books and stories of you were a lie that you were nothing special. Hell I even went along with the rest of the Slytherin’s and looked down upon you for years!” She exclaimed, slumping back slightly with a sigh. 
“But then, year after year after year you proceeded to do these incredible things. Feats that no one else could possibly have done. So I endeavored to watch closer. I thought maybe there might have been something to those stories after all, something I missed. And do you know what I found?” She asked. “I found that you were not Merlin reincarnated. No, instead I found that you were someone who was kind and brave and so very human, but also someone who would sacrifice everything for others. You went against every logical explanation and it infuriated me! So when I saw that ad in the paper I bought the first spot. Paid a bit more than 500 galleons to get it too. Because I was so very curious and I needed to know who you were Harry.”
During the course of her speech she had sat up and made her way closer. She was now inches away from him, her hazel eyes peering into his very soul. Harry licked his lips unconsciously as his head became abuzz with her scent.
“…and what did you find?” He whispered.
She didn’t answer him, instead she closed the last few inches between them and presses her lips to him. Harry responded in kind, melding his mouth with hers as the lips entwined passionately. She tasted of the sweet wine they had drank all night and something else. Something addicting. Without prompting he plunged his mouth into hers, wanting to taste more. She moaned into his mouth at the feeling, her own tongue fighting back with a fury. 
Hands began to travel, exploring the body of the other. Harry reached down and cupped her perky bum, his lips leaving her’s to nibble on the exposed flesh of her neck. Tracey gasped at the feeling, sweat tingles of pleasure electrifying her skin from his mouth.
“B-bed now!” She cried.
Harry needed no further prompting. Picking her up by her thighs he followed her moaned direction to her bedroom. Tracey wrapped her legs tight around his waist. His tented erection pressed hard against her thigh and she practically purred at what she felt. She could feel her knickers becoming soaked as her pussy tingled with anticipation. 
As the reached her room Harry’s attention turned from her neck to the valley of her breasts. She threaded her fingers through his hair as she panted in need. Without warning she was plunged onto the soft mattress of her bed. Harry’s lips returned to her lips in a flash, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh.
“T-the dress! O-off, get it off!” She cried. 
Harry’s hands went to the straps by her arms yet the awkward position of her lying upon the material made it hard. With a sigh his hands reached for the front of the garment and pulled. A mighty RIP sounded in the room and Tracey gasped as the cool air kissed at her now bare skin.
“I liked that dress!” She exclaimed though her protests were soon cut off as Harry dove down to her chest once more. She mewled as he took one of her hard nipples within his mouth. The swirling and flicking of his tongue sending sharp pricks of pleasure up her spine. When his hand came up between her legs and cupped her clothed slit she cried out in need. His fingers traced up and down her moistened slit, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. She groaned out in frustration as the small motions only fueled her burning need.
With desperate hands she reached down to tug at his belt. It was a difficult process, her hands trembled with excitement but eventually the leather binding came free. Harry let out a rumbling chuckle before pecking her lips once and stepping back. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched in rapt attention as he removed his clothing. The suit jacket and tie came off as one. His button up following soon after. She looked appreciatively at the wiry muscles that made up his toned body. Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as he pulled off his trousers and boxers in one sweep.
“Oh!” She exclaimed as she finally got her first look at his lengthy member. ‘Big~’ she purred in her mind.
Harry stepped forward and leaned down to capture her lips once more. She hummed with lust as she felt his hot shaft pressed against her mound. Her thin fingers snaked down to wrapped around his girth. She giggled internally when she realized her hand didn’t fully wrap around the thick cock.
Her hand began to pump him with long deep strokes. Harry let out a deep rumbling moan at her ministrations. She felt her ego rise at that. With just her hand she was drawing such sweet sounds from his mouth.
His own hands fumbled down back between her legs. Yet this time instead of rubbing her through her kickers, he shoved the offending garment aside and caressed her bare vulva. He circled around her opening with teasing strokes before suddenly he sank two of his digits into her soaking depths.
Tracey gasped into his lips. She began to stroke him faster as he sank his fingers deeper inside her cunt. Harry raked his hand back and forth inside of her. The pleasure was slowly building as he continued to stroke her slick inner walls. Without warning, one of his digits rubbed against a rough bundle of nerves. The sheer jolt of pleasure she felt from that one stroke caused her back to arch and her mouth opened as she expelled a loud cry of ecstasy.
“OH FUCK!” She screamed. Her walls clamped down hard around his invading digits. Her back tensed hard as a wonderful orgasm ripped through her body. With a groan she fell back onto the bed. The sheets under her were soaked with her juices and with a lewd squelch Harry pulled his fingers free.
Tracey looked up at him with hooded eyes. A demure smile upon her lips as she stared at his hard length, pulsating with excitement and need. 
“Mmm come on big boy. Fuck me~” She purred, wiggling her hips back and forth. Harry didn’t need to be told twice. Lining his cock up with her slick entrance, he teased her outer folds with his spongy tip. Tracey bit back a whimper at the sensation, rolling her hips slightly in a desperate need to have him inside her. Finally with a push, Harry entered her tight snatch. 
His cock split open her walls with ease. Tracey gasped hard at the sensation as he quickly plunged inside her depths. Her arms flung out to wrap around his torso. Nails dug into his flesh as she hissed out in pleasure. His thick cock was splitting her open and it felt divine. 
His thrusts started slow and shallow, but soon the pace of his hips picked up and he was ramming his thick cock into her pussy with hard deep strokes. Tracey was a moaning mess under him. Her hands had minds of their own as they explored his chest and abs, grasping and clawing at his smooth flesh. She wanted desperately to wrap her legs around his waist and keep him in as deep as possible but she held off. The powerful thrusts were clouding her mind with such sweet pleasure. With a cry she came for the second time, her walls clamping around his shaft in a desperate attempt to milk him.
It was not to be however. Harry was no where close to done and he proved so by diving his hips forward with reckless abandon. Their hips clapped together with wet meaty smacks. A part of her mind giggled at the feeling of his sack slapping against her ass with every thrust. Her mouth was a constant stream of whorish moans and she was slightly embarrassed at the lewd sounds her gushing pussy was making. 
Another orgasm ripped through her, her cries melding with the sound of their passionate fucking. Before she could come down from her tidal wave of pleasure, Harry hooked his arms under her legs and pushed the upwards. Now practically folded in half, his pounding cock was hammering against her G-Spot with reckless abandon. With a scream she came again. Tracey’s mind was complete mush as her body stayed upon her peak as she came over and over again.
Harry’s grunts and groans soon became louder in her ear. The pace of his hips became erratic and desperate. Suddenly with a deep moan she felt him tense atop her. Her pussy was flooded with a gush of warmth and with her own moan she realized he was coming. She gyrated her hips under him, desperately milking his cock for every drop of seed she could.
His lips crashed against hers. She responded in kind, matching his intensity while drawing him in deeper with her legs.
Their kiss was slow and sensual as each came down from their own orgasmic highs. Tracey, however, was not done. 
As their kiss went on, she slowly started to grind her hips against his. Her pussy muscles clenched and massaged his softening cock inside her and before long the thick member was growing back to full hardness. 
Harry broke the kiss with a hiss. “Fuck! You’re insatiable aren’t you?”
Tracey just smirked back at him. She tugged on his arm in an effort to get him onto the bed. Harry complied without a fight, his cock pulling out of her well fucked pussy. The short haired witch giggled as she felt his cum drip down her thigh.
In an instant she heaved her leg over his waist, her pussy trapping his massive length between her folds. She looked down with a smoky gaze, biting her lip as she ground her dripping cunt against his cock. Harry let out a groan as he moved his hands from her hips to her perk breasts. Calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh. Her pointed nipples were being stimulated by the rough skin causing her to whimper at the contact.
Placing her hands on his chest she rose her hips up and sank down onto his thick cock. She moaned deeply as her walls stretched once more to accommodate him. She doubted her pussy would ever get used to this monster even if they fuck a thousand times. With a breath she began to bounce on his lengthy shaft, each time spearing her pussy deeper and deeper. The sounds coming from her mouth wouldn’t be out of place in one of those muggle porno films that Daphne gifted her years ago. Whorish moans echoed from her mouth as she took his dick with a passion. Harry too grunted and moaned beneath her, stiring egotistic feelings from within her.
The man’s own hips would meet hers with a mighty clap. His hands came down to grasp her ass cheeks roughly. His grasp strong as he tugged and kneaded her pert ass. She felt his hands begin to wander. Quick fingers exploring every part of her bottom as they fucked like animals. When his finger accidentally brushed against her crinkled hole she groaned in surprise. Harry took this as a good sign and using the abundance of her juices coating their groins, lubed his digit before pushing the tip into her tight canal. 
Tracey screamed at the feeling, pussy juices gushing out as she climaxed hard around his cock. Harry grunted out, the feelings of her walls clamping down around him catching the wizard by surprise.
“F-fu-fuck!” Tracey stuttered, her body shuddering as she came down from her orgasm.
Harry laughed, “I’ll say! I didn’t take you for an anal fan Davis!” 
His lopsided smirk caused her to blush. She crossed her arms over her chest in a humph, the action only causing her perky tits to push out further. In a flash, Harry was sat up with his head buried between the soft globes of flesh. Tracey’s hands curled through his hair as she moaned. 
A squeak echoed out from her mouth as she was suddenly turned over onto her back. A weight was settled onto her chest. Looking down she was met with the sight of a meaty cock nestled between her breasts, the tip nearly touching her lips. Her eyes traveled up to the cocks owner. Harry merely peered down at her with an intense gaze that made her shudder. Without being told she brought her hands up to squeeze her tits around his impressive shaft as much as she could. She didn’t have much to brag about in the chest department, her bra size being about average compared to the other girls at Hogwarts. Because of this her chest did a rather pathetic job of encompassing his massive cock. Still she endeavored to do her best, Slytherin’s pride and all.
Titling her head down she took his thick head between her lips. Her tongue lapped wildly at the underside of the sensitive tip. She bobbed her head as best she could, only able to take in the tip and about other inch. Harry placed his hand upon her cheek, halting her motions. Her eyes trailed back up to his questioningly. The only answer she received was a loving rub of his thumb against her cheek and a silent wink. 
His member popped free from her lips and she was disappointed when he started to move away. Yet he surprised her by not moving away but repositioning till his shaft was right in front of her face. Realizing what he was hinting at, she darted out her tongue and lathered it across the under side of his cock. Once it was sufficiently lubed he positioned himself back between her breasts. 
With slow steady strokes he began. She kept her head still with her mouth open, wrapping around his cock every time he trusted forward. His hips quickened with his thrusts becoming deeper. Her tongue worker furiously, twirling around the tip with a passion. She pressed her hands tighter against her breasts, hoping to add to the friction of his thrusts.
His framed hunched over her. A hand shot out to roughly grab her hair and push her mouth deeper onto his thrusting cock. She moaned out in appreciation, making a mental note to ask for more hair pulling later. Harry’s breaths quicken as his own release approached once more. The burning in his sack mounting closer and closer to eruption until with a flick of her tongue, Tracey caused him to unleash into her awaiting mouth.
Harry nearly laughed when Tracey’s own moans surpassed his in intensity. The short haired witch sucking every last drop of his seed from his shaft with a mighty need. With one last final suck his cock popped free. The sultry witch opened her mouth wide, showing off a pool of his collected cum. In one quick motion Tracey closed her mouth and swallowed, smiling up at him itch a wide grin. She kissed his tip one last time before tapping his thigh.
“C’mon handsome, we need a shower!”
Harry laughed as he moved off her. Maybe these dates wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.
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Author’s Note
I was originally going to have Daphne go first but I realized a have never included Tracey into a story yet which is an absolute crime! I hope you all enjoyed this one as there’s more to come soon!
Thanks for reading!