Potter Productions: Chapter 3

I'm going to try and start posting chapters here again. We'll see if it still flags things it shouldn't. Anyways, I kind of forgot about this story with everything I'm working on, and it hasn't seemed that popular. Let me know what you think in the comments. Do you want more, or should I move onto something else. I have a few ideas percolating.

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Chapter 3

After the photo shoot, Harry, Lavender, and Gabrielle Apparated to Diagon Alley to do some shopping. To be more precise, Lavender and Gabrielle did some shopping while Harry tagged along. The last stop they made was Lucinda’s.

The woman at the register, a beautiful brunette who looked to be in her mid-thirties, turned out to be Lucinda herself. She had a large bust trapped in a tight corset, and as she stepped around the counter to greet Lavender with a hug, he noticed her long, toned legs, covered in a pair of thin, dragon-skin trousers.

“Lavender, dear. It’s lovely to see you again,” Lucinda said as she and Lavender kissed each other’s cheeks. “What can I do for you today?”

“I need a few more recording orbs, and Gabby wants to look at the memory recorder,” she said.

“Of course,” Lucinda smiled, stepping back behind the counter. “I take it business is still going well?”

“Very,” Lavender grinned. “Gabby and I just finished a new shoot for PlayWitch. They should be in the next issue.”

“That’s wonderful,” Lucinda said. “I imagine the two of you together will be a big hit with the wizards.”

Pulling two boxes from under the counter, she set them down next to the register and lifted the lids. One contained a dozen crystal balls the size of billiard balls, while the other held a handheld video camera that looked like it had been pulled straight from the 1950s. The only defining feature that differentiated it from a Muggle camera was that in place of the film reels, there sat a small cup with three little arms, the perfect size to hold a recording orb.

“The recording orbs are a Sickle a piece, and the camera is fifty-three Galleons,” Lucinda said.

Gabrielle frowned at the price and placed her coin purse back in her pocket.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to afford it after our shoot comes out next week,” Lavender assured her. “I’ll take three recording orbs, please.”

“We’ll take both boxes,” Harry said, pulling out his coin purse.

Lavender and Gabrielle smiled brilliantly and trapped him in an enthusiastic hug as he counted out the coins.

“I take it I can expect a new recording to sell soon?” Lucinda asked with a smile while bagging his purchases.

“Oh, very soon,” Lavender grinned.

They left the store soon after and headed to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch. The girls disappeared to the loo while they waited for their order and returned just as it arrived.

After they’d finished eating, Lavender invited them back to her flat to show Gabrielle how the camera worked. Harry received several jealous looks as the girls latched onto an arm each and escorted him back through Daigon Alley.

Once they were back in Lavender’s flat, they took a seat on the sofa and set their boxes on the coffee table. Gabrielle took the camera out of the box and looked it over curiously.

“It’s pretty easy to use,” Lavender said, taking it from her. “All you have to do is take a recording orb and put it in the holder.”            

She took one of the recording orbs from the box and placed it gently in the cup. The three little arms automatically closed around the top, holding it in place.

“The orbs hold about six hours of memories,” Lavender told them. “And there’s a whole book of spells to edit them however you want.”

She turned to Gabrielle with a grin.

“Want to give it a try?”

Gabrielle nodded eagerly. To Harry’s surprise, Lavender thrust the camera at him.

“Here, just press the button at the back to start and stop the recording,” she said.

He searched the back of the camera and found a small, black button in the bottom right corner. When he pressed it, the front film reel clattered to life, steadily gaining speed until it reached a steady pitch. While he was busy watching the machine come to life, Lavender and Gabrielle dropped to their knees and crawled between him and the coffee table. It wasn’t until Lavender reached for his belt that he noticed.

“Whoa!” Harry gasped, jerking his hips back in surprise.

“Oh, relax,” Lavender giggled. “No one’s going to know it’s you. Why do you think I handed you the camera?”

“You want to make a recording with me?! Now?!” he asked incredulously.

“Please, ‘Arry,” Gabrielle pleaded, gazing up at him with her bright blue eyes and fluttering her eyelashes.

“Er…”

“I suppose we could find another cock to play with if you really don’t want to,” Lavender said.

“No, no,” Harry replied quickly, his stomach twisting unpleasantly at the thought of Gabrielle being in the same position with someone else. “I suppose if I don’t show my face, that’s fine.”

“Brilliant,” Lavender grinned. “Just make sure to keep the camera pointed at us.”

Her fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. Reaching inside, she grabbed his rigid length and pulled it into the open. Gabreille gasped.

“C’est magnifique,” she whispered.

“Long and thick, just the way I like it,” Lavender smiled.

She tilted her head up and draped his length across her face. Puckering her lips, she kissed the underside before gripping him around the base and slapping herself lightly with his cock. Harry throbbed excitedly as she giggled, placed another kiss on the side of his shaft, and passed him to Gabrielle.

Gabrielle puckered her lips to give him a kiss, but at the last second, Lavender jerked his cock forward, slapping it quickly and repeatedly against her upturned face. She squealed and jerked back with a laugh. They both broke down into giggles for a moment, and when they calmed, Gabrielle kissed the side of his engorged tip. Lavender tilted her head and peppered kisses along the other side.

Their lips collided more than once as they worked their way up and down his shaft, and each time, they nearly broke into laughter. As Lavender reached the base of his shaft, she stuck out her tongue and licked all the way up to the tip. Gabrielle moved out of the way just as Lavender opened her mouth and swallowed half of his length.

Harry groaned from the feeling of her hot, wet cavern that engulfed him. Her tongue swirled and danced around his shaft. She bobbed her head several times before pulling back a bit too quickly. A small glob of saliva escaped her pouty lips and landed on her blouse. Lavender let out a short, soft cry of surprise and leaned back to try to wipe it off while Gabrielle laughed.

“Maybe we should take off our clothes so zey don’t get dirty,” Gabrielle suggested, smiling coyly.

Lavender met her smile with one of her own, and then they both pulled their shirts over their heads. Reaching behind their backs, they unclasped their bras and let them fall into their laps. Unfortunately, Harry didn’t get to enjoy the view for long before they leaned forward again. Their breasts pressed against his legs as Gabrielle wrapped her lips around his tip. Lavender tilted her head to the side and kissed and licked the lower side of his shaft that wouldn’t fit in her mouth.

Gabrielle bobbed on him several times, and as she pulled back to the tip, Lavender followed her up. They switched positions seamlessly. Lavender bobbed on his length while Gabrielle trailed her lips down his shaft to kiss and lick the portion she couldn’t reach.

Harry struggled to remember to keep the camera pointed at them and not just tilt his head back and enjoy the incredible sensation. He’d received precious few blowjobs in his life, and this one blew all of those out of the water. They worked like a well-oiled machine, taking turns without any outward communication. Each time he moaned or groaned, their eyes, always staring up at him, sparkled joyfully.

He held on as long as he could, but after a few minutes, he could take no more. His climax was rising whether he wanted it to or not. Trying to avoid speaking, he reached out and tapped Lavender’s arm. She pulled her lips away from the side of his shaft and smiled.

“Getting close, baby?” she asked, wrapping her hand around him and stroking his shaft. “What do you think, Gabby? Face or mouth?”

Gabrielle pulled off of him with an audible slurp, eyes glittering as they met his, and smiled.

“Face,” she said.

Lavender giggled, took him into her mouth, and bobbed rapidly. Her hand moved in time with her mouth, working every inch of him. His pleasure swelled to a crescendo, and just as he was about to burst, she pulled back with perfect timing. Gabrielle positioned her face beside Lavender’s as she jerked him furiously.

Harry groaned loudly as he erupted. His climax came in powerful jets that splattered against their beautiful face. They closed their eyes and laughed while Lavender aimed him back and forth until he had finished. Cautiously, the girls opened their eyes and burst into giggles when they looked at each other.

A glob of cum began to drip down Lavender’s chin, and Gabrielle darted forward to lick it up. As her tongue neared Lavender’s bottom lip, Lavender tilted her head down, and their lips met. They snogged heatedly, smearing the mess along their faces. They eventually broke apart, laughed, and Lavender turned back to Harry.

“You can stop recording now,” she said.

Harry pressed the button on the back of the camera. The reel stuttered to a stop, and he set it on the couch.

“You are a mess,” she giggled, looking at Gabrielle.

“So are you,” Gabrielle laughed in response. “Eet’s in your ‘air.”

Lavender reached up, patted the top of her head, and then looked at her hand with a shrug.

“Wanna grab a shower?” she asked.

Gabrielle nodded. Together, they stood and walked to the bathroom. Neither of them bothered to close the door as they stripped down completely and stepped under the spray of water. They did, however, close the shower curtain. Harry couldn’t see anything, but he heard their muffled voices and girlish laughs.

“Bloody hell,” he said, tucking himself away.

Not long after the girls had dried off and gotten dressed, Harry and Gabrielle took their leave. Gabrielle dashed up to her room, changed her clothes for reasons Harry couldn’t fathom, and kissed him on the cheek before leaving to visit her sister. He lounged around the house, reading a Quidditch magazine and drinking Butterbeer for about an hour when there was a knock at the door.

Levering himself up off the sofa, he made his way to the front door and opened it.

“Hey, Harry,” Hermione smiled. “I brought those copiers you wanted.”

She lifted a battered, brown suitcase.

“That was fast,” Harry said with a smile and moved out of the way to let her enter.

“I had some spare time this morning,” she said. “Where do you want to set them up?”

“The parlor, for now,” he replied.

Hermione nodded and followed after him. When they entered the parlor, she set the suitcase on the floor and unlatched the clasps. She sank her arm shoulder deep into the magically expanded space inside and reached around for a few seconds before pulling her arm back. Clutched in her hand was an old-style, silver projector. The bottom was large and boxy, housing a lens that protruded from the front. On top sat two large, exposed reels.

Harry eyed it curiously, but couldn’t spot anything odd besides the age. Hermione set it on the floor, pulled a tripod from the suitcase, and got to her feet.

“Grab the projector for me, would you?” she asked.

He did as she asked and followed her to the center of the room.

“What do you need this for, anyway?” Hermione asked as she set up the tripod.

“I ran into Lavender, and she mentioned that Ogden is the only person who can copy recording orbs,” Harry told her. “Apparently, he’s charging so much that it makes it almost impossible to do independent projects. So, I decided to start making copies myself.”

“That’s nice of you,” Hermione said, taking the projector from his arms. “How much is he charging?”

“A Sickle each.”

“A Sickle!” she gasped. “That’s robbery! Even with only one Duplicator, you can make hundreds of copies every hour for Knuts! He bought six!”

With a frustrated growl, she set the Duplicator, as Harry now knew it was called, on the tripod and secured it in place.

“I’m going to have words with that man at the next Wizengamot meeting,” she muttered under her breath. “If you need any more Duplicators, let me know, and I’ll make them for you.”

“Thanks,” Harry said. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about setting up my own recording studio.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, surprised. “Since when are you interested in acting?”

“I’m not,” he shrugged. “Gabrielle is, though, and I’ve got nothing better to do.

He shrugged again. Hermione glanced at him and smirked, and he wasn’t really sure why.

“I see,” she said.

She finished setting up the Duplicator and adjusted a couple of nobs at the back.

“We need to test it,” she told him. “Do you have a recording?”

“Er, yeah,” Harry said.

The box containing Gabrielle’s camera sat on the end table next to the fireplace. Harry lifted the lid and pulled out the recording they’d made earlier in the day.

“And some unused recording orbs,” Hermione called.

Harry glanced inside the box and pulled out spare recording orbs Lavender had given them.

“Is three enough?” he asked.

Hermione looked at him and rolled her eyes exasperatedly. Walking over to the suitcase, he reached in and, after searching around for a few moments, pulled out a box of recording orbs.

“Here, use these,” she said. “Set them in front of the Duplicator. Not too close, though. At least three feet away. Just make sure the light hits the orbs directly. And give me that.”

She took the used recording orb from his hand and handed him the box. Harry pulled one of the end tables closer to the Duplicator, set the box of orbs on top, and flipped open the lid. When he turned back to Hermione, she was setting the recording on the Duplicator directly between the two reels.

“Is this good?” he asked.

Hermione looked over and nodded.

“I think so,” she said. “We might have to raise them up a bit. Well, let’s give it a try.”

She flipped a switch on the side, and the reels rattled to life. A wide beam of light extended from the lens in an increasingly expanding cone and hit the recording orbs perfectly. They glowed slightly, and the silvery mist inside began to swirl. Unfortunately, the light didn’t stop there. It continued past the orbs and the table and hit the wall. An image of Lavender and Gabrielle, topless and kneeling between his legs, appeared on the wall of the parlor.

“Oh my God!” Hermione gasped, covering her mouth. “Harry! Really! You’re making copies of your conquests?!”

“No!” Harry exclaimed, his face burning with embarrassment. “It’s, well-wait, how did you know it’s me?”

“Because you’re the only person I know with a LEGO-shaped scar on his knee,” Hermione said with a deadpan look. “Now, finish what you were saying.”

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Lavender makes erotic films, as she calls them,” he explained. “Apparently, porn isn’t as frowned upon as it is in the Muggle world.”

Hermione nodded, and Harry began to wonder just how much he’d missed at Hogwarts.

“Well, she’s been talking Gabrielle into doing it since they did a shoot together,” he continued. “And then they asked me to, well, help.”

“And you just went along with it?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“What was I supposed to say?” Harry asked, gesturing to the projection on the wall.

“Well, yes, I suppose I can understand,” Hermione said, blushing. “But are you sure that’s something you want to get into? I know magicals view it differently, but you do realize how popular you’ll be, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Lavender did mention that,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he plopped down on the sofa. “I mean, I’m already famous, and it’s not going to go away any time soon. And it does sound like it might be fun.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and dropped down onto the sofa next to him. They sat in silence for a long moment before she sighed and folded her arms over her chest.

“Make a list of the equipment you need and I’ll get it to you as soon as I can,” she told him.

Harry turned to her in surprise.

“Really?”

“Harry, you’ve done more than anyone has any right to ask of you,” she said, resting her hand on his. “If this is something you want to do, then I’ll support it.”

Smiling, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a sideways hug.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully.

“What are friends for,” Hermione smiled. “Now, no offense, but I think I’ve seen enough of my best friend for one day.”

She glanced over at the projection on the wall and shook her head. Patting his legs, she collected her suitcase and left.

Harry spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about whether or not he really should jump into filming. He tried his best to ignore his baser instincts as he carefully weighed the pros and cons. In the end, he made up his mind and shared it with Gabrielle when she returned for dinner.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about Lavender’s idea of making a few films,” he said.

Gabrielle looked up from her plate and arched an eyebrow.

“And?” she asked, giving him her full attention.

“Well, I’ve decided to give it a try,” he said.

“And you weel film wiz me?” she asked hopefully.

Harry smiled.

“If you want to.”

Gabrielle squealed excitedly and jumped out of her seat. She ran around the table, crashed into his lap, and pulled him into a crushing hug.

“Zis ees wonderful,” she said.

Harry hugged her back with a smile, and this time, he felt no shame in enjoying the feel of her curvaceous body against his.

Later that night, as Harry was preparing to climb into bed, Gabrielle pranced into his room in nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of knickers, camera in hand. A surge of nervousness filled his body.

“You want to film now?!” he asked.

She set the camera on the dresser and smiled at him over her shoulder.

“Zis ees just for me,” she said.

Aiming the camera at the bed, she turned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him.

“I ‘ave wanted zis for a very long time,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair as their faces drew closer. “I never want to forget it.”

Their lips met passionately. Of their own accord, his hands drifted down her back and cupped her thick, muscular bum. Gabrielle moaned. The taste of her minty breath filled his mouth as their tongues danced. Her hands slid over his shoulder and down to his chest before she gave him a firm push.

Harry flopped back onto the bed. With a dazzling smile, Gabrielle grabbed the bottom of her shirt and drew it over her head. He stared hungrily at her bared, perfect breasts as she crawled over top of him. Their lips crashed together fervently. His hands came up and cupped the breasts he’d been dreaming about since she’d come to stay with him. They felt even better than he’d imagined.

They tumbled across the mattress, groping, caressing, and kissing as they shed the rest of their clothes. Eventually, Harry ended up flat on his back with Gabrielle straddling his waist. She bit her lip and stroked his throbbing length before raising herself up and placing him at her entrance. She threw her head back and moaned as she sank to the hilt in a single smooth movement.

Harry grunted and found the desire to climax on the spot. It had been a while since his last relationship, and Gabrielle felt tighter, hotter, and wetter than any woman he’d ever been with. His hands moved to her hips as she began to move, but he couldn’t bring himself to try to slow her down. It felt too damn good.

For a moment, he was hypnotized by her breasts. By their unbelievable firmness and the way they bounced with the movement of her hips. His hands caressed their way up her side, over her ribs, and cupped them firmly. His thumbs graze her soft, pink areolas and hard nipples. Gabrielle moaned and dropped forward, bracing her weight on her hands. Harry lifted his head, and their lips met as their movements grew more aggressive.

Their bodies writhed together as they panted. He moved his hands from her breasts to caress the rest of her perfect curves. His hands eventually landed on her bum. Gripping firmly, he helped her raise and lower her hips, driving her onto his pulsing cock.

“’Arry,” she moaned sensually.

Harry knew he was going to climax soon, but he just couldn’t bring himself to slow down in the slightest. Wrapping his arms around Gabrielle, he rolled her over onto her back. Pressing his lips against hers, he thrust into her with an ever-growing need. Her body jolted under him. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist while her nails dug into his back.

The need for air forced their lips to part. Panting, Harry desperately fought his own body’s needs as he drove himself furiously into the gorgeous witch underneath him. Gabrielle moaned, and her muscles flexed around him. He could tell she was close. Driving himself into her hard, faster, she finally threw her head back and cried.

Harry let go with a shout. The strongest climax of his life consumed his whole being. He was only dimly aware of Gabrielle writhing under him and her orgasmic cries as he flooded her depths. The moment seemed to last an eternity, and yet not nearly long enough before it came to an end, and he collapsed on top of her.

They lay, panting and gasping for breath. Harry tried to roll off of her, but he was too weak and drained to break her iron grip. She didn’t seem to mind his weight, so he rested on her and kissed the side of her neck. Eventually, she relaxed enough that he was able to roll to the side, where she immediately draped herself over him.

“Don’t forget the camera,” he reminded her.

“Leave eet,” she mumbled. “I want to remember every minute of zis.”

Smiling, Harry kissed the top of her head and pulled the covers over their sweat-soaked bodies.