Harry and the Divorcees

Chapter 3

Harry found Apolline alone in the kitchen, scooping up the last of the dirty plates and stacking them by the sink. She moved with a graceful efficiency, humming softly under her breath. Harry crossed the tile floor and caught her hand as she reached for another plate.

“You don’t need to worry about this,” he said. “The house elf will get it all once everyone is in bed. She hates when people mess with her system.”

Apolline smiled, and her blue eyes caught the light. “I am used to doing things myself. Old ‘abits die ‘ard.”

“My elf gets grumpy,” Harry insisted. “The last time someone tried to help, she sulked for a week.”

Apolline let out a soft but husky laugh. “Then we must not offend ‘er.” She set down the plate, dried her hands, and leaned in to Harry. Her body pressed against his, and he felt the warmth of her long, bare legs and the softness of her breasts pushing into his chest. Her perfume smelled really good from up close.

“Merci for ‘aving us, ‘Arry,” she whispered, and she tipped her head up and kissed the corner of his mouth. Her lips were warm and soft, and the kiss lingered for a second before she pulled back. “You make my girls very ‘appy.”

Harry wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He felt awkward, but there was also a rush of excitement. Apolline’s hand rested on his waist, and it seemed she didn’t want to let go. Then, when she finally did let go, she stepped back with a playful glint in her eye.

“I am going to say goodnight before I get into any more trouble,” she said, smoothing down her top and turning toward the hallway. She shot Harry a look over her shoulder. Her smile was wide and mischievous. “Bonne nuit, ‘Arry.”

“Goodnight, Apolline,” he said, and she glided away. Her hips swung with a confidence that left him a little breathless and hard.

When he turned, Gabrielle was standing there, watching them with a knowing smirk. Her arms were folded, and her tiny top did nothing to hide the way her nipples jutted through the thin fabric.

“Did you enjoy your little moment?” she asked, and she made no effort to hide her teasing.

Harry chuckled. “It was just a goodnight kiss.”

“Sure,” Gabrielle said, walking toward him. “You looked like you wanted to bend ‘er over the kitchen table.”

He tried to laugh it off, but Gabrielle kept advancing. When she reached him, she stood on her toes and kissed his neck, nipping at the skin just below his ear.

“I am not sleepy,” she murmured, and her breath was warm against his cheek. “What shall we do?”

Harry tried to think of something to say, but his mind was full of the feel of Gabrielle’s lips on his skin and the memory of Apolline’s touch. He cleared his throat. “Didn’t you say something about skinny dipping?”

Gabrielle’s face lit up. “Oui! Now that the old women are in bed, it is just you and me. Come, ‘Arry.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the living room, out the glass doors, and out into the back garden where the swimming pool gleamed in the moonlight. The air outside was cool. The sky was cloudless, and the moon threw silver ripples across the water.

“Take off your clothes,” Gabrielle said, letting go of his hand and taking off at a run. She reached the edge of the pool, spun around, and pulled her top over her head in one smooth motion. Her breasts bounced as she tossed the top onto a lounge chair. Then, with a wicked grin, she shimmied out of her panties and flicked them into the grass.

Gabrielle paused, and she gave Harry a flirty smile. Standing only in her bare skin, she shook out her long, silvery-blonde hair so that it tumbled across her shoulders. Her body was slender, but not as curvy as Fleur’s or Apolline’s. Her breasts were round and pert, and when she cupped them in her hands, her nipples immediately stiffened. They were so hard that he could see the crinkled tips standing out from the pale areolas. She arched her back slyly to show them off.

Gabrielle didn’t stop there. She ran her hands down her flat, toned belly until her palms rested on her hips. She was completely hairless, and her mound was so smooth and perfect that it almost didn’t seem real. She didn’t cover herself. Instead, she let her thighs drift apart as she sauntered up to the water’s edge. She dipped a toe into the water, shivered melodramatically, and then turned to face him again.

“Your turn,” she called out mischievously. “Do not be shy, ‘Arry.”

Gabby’s nakedness was so absolute that she didn’t even bother to cover her breasts or her crotch with her hands. He figured the least he could do was match her boldness. He peeled off his shirt, feeling her eyes on him the whole time, and then dropped his trousers. His boxers followed, and as soon as he stepped out of them, his rock-hard cock sprang free. Harry was tall and athletic, but he’d never thought of himself as anything special. From the look on Gabrielle’s face, she definitely disagreed.

“Mon dieu,” she said with wide eyes. She stepped closer and eyed his cock up and down. “That cannot be real.” She reached out and touched it with trembling fingers. “It is the size of my forearm!” She slid her hand up and down the shaft, marveling at the girth and length. She then looked up at Harry with a wicked grin. “I thought you were big, but this …,” she said, shaking her head instead of finishing her sentence. He laughed, embarrassed but also a little proud.

“Let’s go,” she said, and then she dove into the pool, barely making a ripple. Harry followed, plunging into the cold water and feeling his body tense as the coolness shocked his skin. The moonlight on the surface made everything look silver and blue, and when Gabrielle surfaced, her bare skin shone like polished marble. She slicked her hair back with both hands and then floated over to him, smiling.

She swam over to him and pressed her chest against his. The water made her breasts float up, so that her nipples brushed against his ribs. He could feel the hard pebbles digging into his skin as they treaded water face to face. Gabrielle wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up, so her face was just inches from his.

“You are very strong,” she purred, caressing his biceps.

Harry chuckled and rubbed her back. “I do a lot of heavy lifting.”

Gabby laughed and clung tighter. She then shivered and playfully smacked him on the chest. “Warm me up, you English brute!” she complained, and she pressed her soaking, naked body to his, rubbing her breasts up and down his chest.

He hooked his hands under her ass and lifted her up effortlessly. Her skin was slick from the water, and he could feel every contour of her body as she clung to him. Gabby squealed and tilted her head back, and her throaty laughter echoed off the garden walls. Her thighs clamped around his hips, and Harry couldn’t help but notice how perfectly her mound fit against his lower abdomen. Her pussy was so smooth that it glided up and down his skin as she squirmed and wriggled.

“Are you warm now?” Harry asked, and the words came out a little rough and breathless.

Gabrielle slid her hands into his hair and tugged him closer. “A little,” she teased into his ear. “But I think some friction will ‘elp.” She giggled and started grinding her cunt against his stomach, making sure he felt every thrust. The warm, slippery pressure of her pussy smearing up and down his abs was incredible, and when she started rocking faster, Harry felt his cock twitch against her ass.

He splashed her playfully, and she responded in kind. Her legs were still locked around him as they spun in the water. The teasing quickly escalated. She tugged at his hair, nipped at his earlobe, then kissed him hard on the mouth. Her hands roamed all over his chest, back, and shoulders, and she left scratch marks on his back when she raked her nails down. When Harry nipped her lower lip, she moaned and clawed at his ass, pulling him closer until his cock jabbed against her thigh under the water.

“You are a beast!” she gasped, laughing and moaning at the same time.

“You started it,” Harry said, and he squeezed her ass for emphasis.

She smirked and wiggled down so that the tip of his cock pressed right up against her entrance. The only thing separating them was the strength of her grip, holding her up. She held him there and teased him by rocking her hips just enough to tickle the sensitive tip of his cock with her silky folds.

“If I let you, you will fuck me senseless, non?” she whispered huskily, and her lips brushed his ear.

“Probably,” Harry said, and he wasn’t joking.

She pulled back just enough to look him square in the eyes. “Not tonight,” she said, and she kissed his nose. “You ‘ave to wait and earn it.” Then she let go and swam away, leaving Harry standing in the pool with his cock rock-hard and his heart pounding.

She swam a quick lap, then floated on her back. Her breasts rose above the surface, and her nipples stiffened in the chill. She grinned at him from across the pool, taunting him with her body, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re evil,” he called out to her.

“Oui, but you like it!” she called back.

He joined her, and for a while they just floated in the moonlight, talking about nothing. Their naked bodies drifted closer and closer until they were pressed together again at the shallow end. Gabrielle straddled his lap, sitting just above the waterline. Her breasts pressed to his chest, and her arms wound around his neck. She rested her cheek on his shoulder and sighed.

“You are different from the boys I ‘ave met,” she said softly.

Harry wasn’t sure what she meant, but he liked the sound of it. “Is that a good thing?”

“It is the best thing,” she said, and she hugged him tighter.

They stayed like that for a while, not saying anything, and just enjoying being close. Eventually, Gabrielle yawned and said, “I am tired now. You ‘ave worn me out, Monsieur Potter.”

Harry lifted her out of the pool, bridal style, and she squealed again before wrapping her arms around his neck in fake alarm.

“Do not drop me,” she said, even though she was smiling.

He carried her up the steps and set her gently on the grass. He then grabbed a towel from the patio. He wrapped it around her shoulders, and she immediately burrowed into his chest, shivering.

“You are very warm,” she said, and she kissed his chin. “Maybe I will sneak into your bed tonight.”

Harry’s face heated up, which just made Gabrielle giggle harder.

They went inside, dripping water everywhere, and tried to stay quiet. But when they passed the hallway, Fleur was waiting, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She raised one eyebrow, and her eyes roved up and down at their wet, naked bodies. Her eyes paid extra attention to Harry’s massive erection. Fleur’s cheeks instantly turned bright pink, and it seemed that she had to force herself to tear her eyes away from his throbbing cock.

“Did you ‘ave fun?” Fleur asked, amusement coloring her tone.

Gabrielle grinned and nodded. “You ‘ave no idea.”

Fleur shook her head and gave Harry a sly, knowing look. “Go to bed, both of you,” she said. “We ‘ave an early day tomorrow.”

Gabrielle darted down the hallway, and Harry followed, feeling her eyes on his muscled ass as he walked away. He heard Fleur laugh to herself and then close her bedroom door.

Gabrielle didn’t go to her own room. She waited for Harry just inside his, and when he stepped in, she hugged him again, giggling as she pressed her naked body against his. She stood on her tiptoes, kissed him sweetly on the lips, and scampered away, leaving him with a severe case of blueballs.

Harry and the Divorcees

The following morning, Harry woke early and showered, finding himself humming as he lathered shampoo into his hair. He toweled off, dressed in a button-down and slacks, and made his way to the kitchen, where he found Fleur already brewing coffee. She wore a cropped blue top and very small shorts that hugged her hips, and she barely glanced at the mug as she poured. Her were eyes fixed on Harry.

“You look very awake,” she said. Her tone was even but her lips curled at the corners.

He shrugged and took the offered cup. “I slept well.”

“After all the late night fun you ‘ad with Gabby … I’m sure you did,” Fleur snorted.

Harry chuckled and sipped his coffee. “I was thinking on taking you girls on a shopping trip. What do you think?”

Fleur brightened. “Shopping? That sounds wonderful, and Gabrielle needs new clothes. There are some lovely boutiques in Nice, and I know you have a generous credit limit.” She winked and drained the rest of her cup.

By the time Harry had finished breakfast, the Delacour women had assembled in the foyer. Gabrielle was radiant in a sundress that showed off her smooth legs and delicate shoulders. Apolline wore a loose spaghetti strap dress that was only slightly longer than Gabrielle’s. Fleur had changed into a white dress that hugged her body and showed off every curve. Harry suddenly understood why Bill always seemed so dazed at family gatherings.

They walked through the warm streets of Nice, and Harry could not help but notice the attention the three women drew. Men and women alike gave the group lingering double-takes, and more than one car slowed down to keep pace with them as they strolled along the sidewalk. Harry felt like part of a royal procession, and the Delacours seemed to feed off the attention. Fleur led the way, Gabrielle twirled her hair, and Apolline walked with her chin high and a faint smile playing on her lips.

The first boutique was a marble-floored temple to high-class couture. The walls were lined with racks of shimmering, silky dresses, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume. The shopgirl eyed the group as they entered, and nearly tripped over her own heels rushing to greet them.

“Bonjour, madames, monsieur,” she gushed, bowing slightly. “How may I help you today?”

Fleur smiled and spoke in French. “We are looking for new wardrobes for the three of us.” The shopgirl smiled and waved them in. The shopping began in earnest.

Gabrielle darted from rack to rack, plucking out colorful tops and skirts and holding them up for Fleur’s opinion. Fleur usually vetoed her choices, instead steering her toward simpler, more elegant pieces. Apolline was slower, but Harry noticed that she never picked anything more expensive than what Fleur or Gabrielle chose. Apolline tried on a black cocktail dress and stepped out of the changing room with her hands over her chest, pretending to be shy. Harry caught her eye and grinned, and she winked at him while mouthing, “You like?” Harry, of course, said it looked great on her … which it absolutely did.

Harry spent most of the time sitting in a velvet armchair next to the fitting rooms, watching the show. Gabrielle emerged in a dress that barely covered her ass, and she asked Harry if she looked “good,” to which he replied that she looked gorgeous. She blew him a kiss and vanished back behind the curtain. Fleur tried on a black mini skirt and did a little spin for Harry. The skirt flared up, showing off her pink panties.

Harry noticed Apolline staring at a very short silk dress. She was running her fingers over the silk. Harry got up and joined her. “I’m sure that will look great on you,” he told her.

“It is too expensive,” she said, shaking her head. “I will find something less … dramatic.”

He reached over and touched her arm, just above the elbow. “Please. If you like it, you should have it.”

She studied him with those piercing blue eyes, then nodded. “Merci, ‘Arry.”

Apolline paused, looked both ways with a conspiratorial smile, and then seized Harry’s wrist. She tugged him past an occupied changing stall and into a vacant one at the end. The room was lined with mirrors and had a small upholstered bench. Apolline closed the door, turned the lock, and then leaned back against it. Her impressive chest rose and fell with each slow breath. She watched Harry in the mirror, and he could see the mischief in her eyes.

She didn’t say a word as she slipped her left hand behind her neck and shrugged her shoulder, letting the thin strap of her dress fall down her arm. She repeated the motion on the right, and the whole dress slithered off her body and pooled at her feet. Apolline was now completely nude. Her body was statuesque and curvy. Her breasts were full and heavy, her waist was slim, and her hips flared out over shapely thighs. Her nipples were pale and erect, and her mound was completely void of any hair or stubble. It was just like Gabrielle’s, Harry discovered, and he wondered if that was a Veela thing.

She stood with her back to him for a moment, angling her body so her ass jutted out. She then glanced over her shoulder, and her eyes were sparkling. “Would you like to watch, ‘Arry?” she said quietly, though her voice was heavy with excitement.

Harry could barely reply. She was beyond gorgeous, and the way her body jiggled made him dizzy. “You’re incredible,” he said, and he meant every word.

Apolline smiled, picked up the new silk dress, and slipped it over her body. She turned to face him as she smoothed the fabric down. The dress was cut low in front, and her breasts spilled out of the top, barely contained by the thin straps. The hemline was so short that when she straightened, it hovered high on her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted the fabric. She turned left and right, appraising her curves.

“What do you think?” she asked, tilting her head and giving him a full smile.

Harry’s mind was still catching up. “It’s perfect for you,” he said, and the truth of his voice made her blush a little.

“Merci, ‘Arry,” she said. Then she reached up, cupped his jaw, and pulled him down into a soft but hungry kiss. Her lips were warm, and they tasted faintly of strawberries from that morning’s breakfast. She pressed against him, and one bare leg rose to brush against his thigh. Harry could feel the heat radiating off her body.

For a minute or so, they just stood there, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. Apolline broke the kiss first, but she didn’t let go of his hand. She squeezed his fingers, then pulled away, regaining her composure. With her back to him, she quickly picked up her discarded dress and folded it over her arm.

“Now you must tell me the truth,” she said quietly. They could hear people near the changing rooms. “Is it too much for a woman of my age?”

Harry almost laughed at the idea. “You could wear anything and still turn heads.”

Apolline’s eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed, and she leaned close to whisper, “You make me feel younger, ‘Arry.” She pulled him in for another kiss, and she moaned when Harry squeezed her wide hips. She then unlocked the door and floated out into the corridor, as if nothing had happened.

Harry waited a few seconds, then followed, hiding his grin. When he returned to the main showroom, Fleur and Gabrielle were modeling their own selections for each other, giggling and trading catty comments in rapid French. The salesgirl reappeared with her arms full of accessories, and immediately began fussing over Apolline’s new look with genuine admiration.

Apolline twirled in front of the full-length mirrors, and her dress flashed more skin than any of the others dared. Fleur pretended to be scandalized but couldn’t stop giggling, and Gabrielle loudly declared that she was the prettiest woman in France, and possibly the world. Harry agreed, and Apolline rewarded him with a subtle, secret smile.

The fittings continued for another hour. Fleur posed in satin and lace, Gabrielle alternated between daring and outright slutty, and Apolline tried on two more dresses, each more revealing than the last. The salesgirl never let Harry sit for long. She kept dragging him over to weigh in on every outfit. By the time they checked out, the counter held a mountain of delicate tissue-wrapped parcels and shopping bags with chic French branding.

Outside, the sun shone bright and the city buzzed with tourists and locals. The women walked out arm-in-arm, joking and laughing, while Harry trailed behind with enough bags to outfit a small army of women. He didn’t mind at all. The Delacours had an energy that was contagious, and he felt light, happy, and not the least bit tired despite the morning’s exertions. Less than a block later, they all squealed when they spotted another high-end boutique. They charged in like they owned it, and Harry knew his poor arms and wallet were about to take a beating.