( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )
Harry and the Divorcees
Chapter 2
The first rays of Mediterranean sunlight filtered through the open shutters and filled the house with golden light. In the east wing, the Delacour women rose early, each with her own agenda for the day. Though all three agendas were eerily similar. Harry’s villa was silent except for the faint gurgling of the espresso machine and the distant clatter of silverware on the kitchen counter. With an unspoken agreement, each Veela dressed … or rather, undressed, with a strategy in mind.
Fleur got there first. She padded down the hallway barefoot and settled in the white leather chair facing the bay window. She wore a camisole so tight it was nearly see-through, and she had clearly chosen it to make a statement. The fabric hugged the curve of her waist and the bulge of her breasts, and every shift or breath caused her stiff nipples to poke harder against the thin, delicate fabric. All that covered her lower half was a tiny white thong, and that didn’t cover much at all. She crossed her legs, tossing her silvery hair over one bare shoulder, and began leafing through a French fashion magazine as if nothing was remotely out of the ordinary.
Apolline was only moments behind. She wore a sky-blue silk robe barely the length of a dress shirt. It was loosely cinched at the waist, and it had a tendency to flutter open … which was exactly why she had chosen it. She had not bothered with undergarments, and every movement caused the robe to slide from her shoulders or part open at the chest. She poured herself a cup of coffee, sipped, and then drifted to the edge of the sitting room, where she leaned against a marble-topped sideboard and gazed out at the garden. The breeze from the open patio doors caught the hem of her robe and lifted it off her thigh, exposing the full length of her leg and, sometimes, the curve of her bare ass. She let the robe slip down her back, then gathered it again and tied it even more loosely, so that the swell of one breast peeked out with every turn.
Gabrielle made her entrance last, and she had clearly saved the best for herself. She emerged wearing only a white towel, wrapped so precariously that it threatened to fall off with every step. Its edge didn’t quite reach the tops of her thighs, and with every stride the towel gaped open at the side, showing a flash of her hip or the dip of her stomach. Her damp silvery-blonde hair hung in thick ropes down her back, and water beaded on her collarbone and ran in lines between her breasts. She seemed completely at ease in her near-nudity as she bent over to examine the fruit bowl on the coffee table, causing the back of the towel to ride up and expose the bottom half of her ass.
Gabrielle played her part perfectly. She leaned over Fleur, reached for the magazine, and pressed her breasts against Fleur’s shoulder. “You always steal the good magazines,” she complained in a tone that sounded more playful than annoyed. She snatched a tangerine from the bowl, peeled it, and dropped the rind in Fleur’s lap. The entire time, she seemed impervious to the fact that her right nipple had slipped free of the towel and was pointed straight at Harry, who had entered the room a moment before and stopped dead in the doorway.
Harry watched the scene for a moment, caught between disbelief and amusement. He had dressed for the day in a crisp pair of trousers and a loose, white button-down, unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His hair was still damp from his own shower, and Gabrielle thought he looked like a holidaying movie star. He let his eyes slide from Apolline’s exposed thigh to Fleur’s hard, camisole-covered nipples to Gabrielle’s tiny towel. His cock, which had been in a permanent state of half-arousal since the Delacours arrived, now stiffened to full hardness and was outlined against his trousers. He made no attempt to hide it. Why should he? It wasn’t like they were hiding anything.
Gabrielle saw this instantly. She grinned and made a show of licking her finger clean of tangerine juice. She then flicked her eyes pointedly down to the bulge in Harry’s trousers. “We are making you uncomfortable?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Not at all,” Harry replied with a chuckle. “I just didn’t expect to walk into an underwear commercial.”
Apolline gave him a slow, approving once-over. “You seem to enjoy what you see,” she said. She tilted her hips and let the robe part a little more.
Fleur rolled her eyes, but her voice was soft and teasing. “You should get used to it. We are French Veela, no? We have no shame.”
Harry crossed to the kitchen and made himself an espresso. He glanced up to see all three women watching him with bright eyes. He took a sip and then looked over at Fleur. “What’s the plan for today?” he asked.
Fleur arched her back and stretched her arms over her head, as if the act of thinking required her to display her entire body. “The pool looks amazing,” she said. “We should swim.”
Apolline nodded in approval. “We can sunbathe. And per’aps, later, we can cook together? We should make a proper dinner for our ‘ost?”
Gabrielle made a face. “I don’t want to cook. I want to sail,” she said. “I saw a little sailboat at the dock when we arrived.”
“Then it’s settled,” said Harry. “Swim, sail, and dinner later. That sounds like a fun day. Why don’t you girls get ready while I have the house elf set out our breakfast?”
He watched as Fleur stood and let her camisole ride up, exposing her lower belly and every inch of her thong. She walked past him and smiled. “I bought a new bikini for the trip. I ‘ope you like it.” She then began walking back toward her bedroom.
“I’m sure I will,” he answered, checking out her ass as she went.
Gabrielle let her towel fall to the floor as she skipped after Fleur, giving Harry a perfect, unimpeded view of her bare back and nude ass. Apolline followed, and her robe slipped entirely off one shoulder, exposing a bare breast.
Harry was left at the kitchen counter, hard as a rock, and grinning like an idiot. Harry decided that this was going to be a very good holiday.
Harry and the Divorcees
Fleur decided she would never take luxury for granted ever again. She had spent the last year of her marriage barely scraping together enough for groceries, and now she woke to glorious Mediterranean sunlight, the sound of the sea, and the wonderful smell of espresso and freshly baked croissants. It was a kind of rebirth, or at least a temporary rescue from her downward spiral.
She was determined to enjoy every second and to make sure Harry enjoyed it even more. Maybe then, he would decide to keep her around. After splashing around in the pool for a few minutes, Fleur jumped on his back, wrapped her long legs around his waist, and locked her ankles. He wasn’t going anywhere without her. Harry’s arms were strong enough to keep her afloat with ease, but she still clung to him as if she might float away if he dared to let go.
The pool was colder than it looked, and goosebumps rippled across her skin. Thin triangles of her new bikini did a miserable job of keeping her warm, nor did they do a good job of hiding just how cold she was. Her hard nipples were clearly visible under the thin fabric. But Harry’s body radiated heat, and his skin was smooth, solid, and just rough enough in the right places, and Fleur had no trouble pressing herself against his back as they drifted toward the deep end. Harry’s hands slipped under the water to grab her thighs, and he held her tightly while she nuzzled his neck and playfully nipped at his shoulder.
She kept her eyes on the poolside, where Apolline was stretched out on one of the white lounges with a glass of white wine balanced delicately on her stomach. She looked impossibly regal even in utter relaxation. She wore a bikini that was just as tiny as Fleur’s, and it showed off all her cock-hardening curves. Taking things to another level, she had untied the strings so that the bikini hung loose on her chest. The fabric barely covered anything as she rubbed oil in long, erotic streaks over her breasts, hips, and thighs. Her pale legs gleamed in the sun, and her blonde hair caught the light in just the right way. Even Fleur had to admit that she was breathtaking.
Gabrielle was lounging in a chair next to Apolline. She had a towel wrapped around her midsection, and she was rubbing sunblock on her smooth, pale legs. Fleur watched her with a mixture of admiration and competition. Gabrielle was the wildest and most unpredictable of them all, and she had a talent for mischief that Fleur could never hope to match. Gabrielle also seemed totally at ease with her body … at least where Harry was concerned. Gabby smiled sexily when Harry looked at her. Her hands slowly glided over her skin as she applied the cream, leaving it shimmering in the sun.
Fleur had to admit that she was good, but she was determined to outshine her today. She leaned in and nipped Harry’s ear. “You are a very good ‘ost, ‘Arry,” she purred. “I feel like a princess.”
“You look like one,” he said. His eyes were on Apolline, but Fleur didn’t mind. She was used to sharing the spotlight.
“Don’t you wish you could always live like this?” Fleur asked, giving him another squeeze with her legs. “You know … the sun, the sea, good food, and no one to bother us?”
He grinned, and his hands caressed the bottoms of her thighs. “I wouldn’t mind,” he said. “But I think I’ll be exhausted after a week.”
“Why?” Fleur asked, feigning innocence. She leaned in so her lips brushed the edge of his jaw. “Because you now ‘ave too many beautiful women to entertain?”
Harry twisted his head to look at her, and for a moment their faces were close enough to touch. “Something like that,” he said, and then dunked them both under the water.
Fleur shrieked, but she never let go. She came up coughing and laughing, and she wrapped herself tighter around him, burying her face in his neck. “You brute!” she said, giggling. Her hair trailed in silky threads across his shoulder. “You will pay for that.”
He spun them in a slow circle, treading water with the easy grace of someone who had spent many summers by the sea. Fleur clung to him, letting herself be spun and dipped as if they were dancing. When she peeked over his shoulder, she saw that Gabrielle was making her way to the diving board at the far end of the pool. Gabby saw her looking and winked.
“I saw that,” Fleur called out. “You will not upstage me, Gabby!”
Gabrielle grinned and tossed her towel aside, leaving her body bare except for the tiniest white bikini imaginable. The top barely covered her nipples, and the bottoms fit like a second skin. Gabrielle’s hair was still damp from her earlier shower, and it hung down her back in a silvery curtain. She planted her feet on the board, bounced a few times, then leaped into the air with a perfect, arched dive. She hit the water with barely a splash and vanished beneath the surface.
Fleur saw Harry’s gaze shift to follow Gabrielle, but she distracted him with a squeeze of her legs. “Ignore ‘er, ‘Arry. She is just trying to show off.”
He grinned. “She’s putting on a great show. I’ll give her that much.”
“She acts so immature.” Fleur pouted, then nipped his earlobe again. “Tell me, who is prettier? Me or ‘er?”
Harry laughed, which earned him a smack on the shoulder. Before he could answer, Gabrielle surfaced right next to them, and her bikini top was completely gone. She emerged like some kind of water nymph, shaking her hair and winking at Fleur before clinging to Harry’s other arm.
Gabrielle’s bare breasts bobbed above the water, and she made no effort to cover herself. “You are not even going to compliment my dive?” she said, sticking out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout. She pressed herself against his side. “I was a champion swimmer at Beauxbatons, you know.”
Fleur rolled her eyes, but she was secretly impressed. “You lost your top,” she said, pointing to the white triangles and string floating close to her.
Gabrielle shrugged and reached for it, but instead of putting it on, she slung it around Harry’s neck like a scarf. “It looks better on you,” she said, giggling.
Harry tried to look scandalized, but he failed. “I’m going to need a lifeguard if this keeps up,” he said.
“Do not worry. If you drown, I will give you mouth-to-mouth,” Gabrielle giggled, and she slid onto his back next to Fleur, making them a ridiculous tangle of arms, legs, and blonde hair.
At the edge of the pool, Apolline watched the whole scene with a kind of distant amusement. She sipped her wine and shaded her eyes with one hand, smiling in that quiet, contented way Fleur remembered from before all their troubles. In the warm sun, with her girls laughing and happy, Apolline looked ten years younger than she had only a couple of days ago.
The girls took turns riding on Harry’s back, dunking him, splashing one another, and racing to the steps at the shallow end. Fleur made a point of brushing her hand across his stomach every time she passed him, and she noticed that he never once flinched away from her touch. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the attention, and whenever Fleur caught him looking at her bikini, he didn’t bother to hide his interest.
Gabrielle, for her part, couldn’t be bothered to put her top back on. She performed a series of increasingly acrobatic dives and flips, and each time, she surfaced a little closer to Harry, who pretended not to notice the glorious view. At one point, she yanked Fleur’s bikini top off, and the two of them spent a minute wrestling and shrieking in the middle of the pool while Harry tried to referee. Fleur finally relented and let Gabrielle tie the top back on her, but not before Gabrielle had flashed Harry a perfectly unashamed look at her bare chest.
Eventually, the girls grew tired and retreated to the patio, where Apolline had arranged a spread of cheese, bread, and fruit. Harry dried off with a towel and joined them, accepting a glass of wine from Apolline and sitting between Fleur and Gabrielle at the table. The girls ate with as much grace as their hunger would allow them, and they paused every few minutes to tease one another or to lean over and whisper secrets into Harry’s ear.
Fleur took a long sip of her wine and let herself relax. She watched as Gabrielle fed Harry a bite of brie before wiping his lips with her thumb. Fleur smiled and leaned back in her chair, letting the sun dry her hair while she watched the interplay between Harry and Gabby.
Fleur noticed Apolline watching her closely. There was a look of approval in her eyes. Apolline wanted them to compete for Harry’s attention. Maybe it was their Veela instinct, or maybe it was just her way of getting themselves out of a bad situation. Either way, she looked quite excited to keep the game going. Fleur was completely on board with this. She had only been here for less than a full day, but she was already having the best time of her life. She didn’t want it to end, and she promised herself that she would do everything possible to make sure it didn’t.
Harry and the Divorcees
After dinner, the four of them migrated to the living room and collapsed into the soft, overstuffed furniture. The plates and cutlery from the meal were still on the kitchen table, abandoned in favor of a bottle of wine that they shared as the sky outside faded from orange to a deep, starry blue. Apolline sprawled in an armchair with her legs draped elegantly over one side. The thin fabric of her top clung to her chest, and her matching panties rode high on her hips. She looked tired and content, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes as she uncrossed her legs, then recrossed them, making sure Harry saw a flash of her panty-covered crotch. She never said a word about it, but her lips curled in the faintest, most knowing smile.
Gabrielle and Fleur had claimed the sofa, sandwiching Harry between them. The two women wore nearly identical outfits. They had on small, cropped camisoles that cupped their chests and showed off their flat stomachs. Their panties were so tiny that their pussy lips were nearly hanging out of each side. When they sat down, their bodies pressed against Harry’s, and neither made any attempt at subtlety. Gabrielle hooked her legs over his, and Fleur draped her arm around his shoulders with a casual possessiveness.
They spent the first hour lazily recounting highlights from the day. The hour had been filled with laughter, giggling, not-so-subtle touches, and the flashes of bare skin. Fleur would feed Harry cubes of cheese and bits of fruit from the snack tray, sometimes licking her fingers with exaggerated slowness before offering him another bite. Gabrielle suggested that he take her to the beach tomorrow night so they could do some midnight skinny dipping.
“Do not encourage ‘er,” Fleur said, rolling her eyes while grinning. “You are such a little exhibitionist, Gabby. Did you really ‘ave to keep diving with no top on?”
Gabrielle just shrugged, then leaned over Harry’s shoulder to talk directly to Fleur. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she was able to rub her tits against his shoulder as she did so. “You are only jealous because you cannot dive like me,” she said, sticking out her tongue.
“I can do many things you cannot,” Fleur replied, and she poked Gabrielle in the ribs, setting off a brief, giggly wrestling match that had both girls squirming against Harry and laughing until Apolline called for calm from her throne.
“You girls are going to tear ‘im apart,” Apolline said in a soft and sweet voice. “Let poor ‘Arry breathe, or ‘e will pass out.”
“ ‘e likes it,” Gabrielle shot back, looking up at Harry for confirmation. “Don’t you, ‘Arry?”
Harry smiled. “I’ve been in worse situations,” he said as both girls pressed up against him in nothing but their underwear. He caught Apolline’s eye across the room and noticed that she was openly watching him. Her blue eyes moved up and down his body, and she didn’t bother to look away when he noticed. Instead, she stretched her arms over her head with a cute yawn, arching her back so her breasts pushed against the thin top. Her nipples were incredibly stiff, and he could clearly see their outlines under the thin material. Harry had never seen a woman her age look so brazenly confident … or so sexy.
At some point, Gabrielle got bored with sitting still and went to fetch another bottle of wine. She slid off Harry’s lap and stood in the center of the room, posing for a second like a runway model. Her tiny panties left most of her ass exposed, and she made a point of turning around slowly as she walked to the kitchen, even pausing to adjust her waistband and glance back over her shoulder. Fleur made an exaggerated groan.
“She ‘as no shame,” she muttered, but she was smirking as she tipped her head onto Harry’s shoulder. “You see what I must live with?”
He laughed. “I’m sure it’s hell on earth.”
Fleur was quiet for a moment, then said softly, “I am glad you invited us, ‘Arry.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think we needed something like this.”
He looked at her, surprised at the sincerity in her voice. “Me too,” he said. “You three have been excellent company.”
Gabrielle returned with a white wine and three fresh glasses, which she set on the table next to Apolline before reclaiming her spot on the couch. In the shuffle, Harry ended up with Fleur draped across his left side, and Gabrielle stretched over his lap, using his thighs as her pillow. Apolline poured the wine and passed out the new glasses.
As the evening wore on, the conversation turned from the day’s adventures to stories of old friends, gossip about people from Beauxbatons and Hogwarts, and a quiet, easy banter that made Harry feel like he’d known these women his whole life. Apolline steered the conversation with gentle questions, probing Harry about his dreams for the future. Fleur teased him about his accent and challenged him to speak with a French accent, which he did badly on purpose just to make her laugh. Gabrielle kept up her campaign of shameless flirting. At one point, she crawled onto Fleur’s lap and whispered in her ear. She then threw back her head to laugh when Fleur turned bright red.
Sometimes, Apolline would lean forward and rest her chin in her hand, watching the three of them with a look of complete satisfaction. Her legs would shift and uncross, drawing Harry’s attention to the bare skin at the tops of her thighs. Sometimes her panties rode so high that he could see where they disappeared into her ass. She never scolded the girls for their behavior, and she never once tried to claim Harry’s attention for herself. She was content to let the girls have their fun.
But Harry noticed that every time he looked at Apolline, she was watching him in return, staring with playful eyes.
The wine was nearly gone, and Fleur yawned and stretched. Her breasts pressed tight against her thin top, proudly displaying her hard nipples. She leaned against Harry, and her hair fell over his shoulder.
“I am ready for bed,” she said, and her voice had that drowsy, contented quality that made it clear she was completely at ease.
Gabrielle predictably pouted. “Already? The night is young!”
Apolline rolled her eyes and stood, smoothing the hem of her top. Even at its lowest point, the hem didn’t even reach the waistband of her panties. “You can stay up if you want, ma belle,” she said to Gabrielle. “But do not keep everyone awake.”
Fleur got up and took Harry’s hand, pulling him to his feet. “Come on,” she said. “You will need your rest for tomorrow.”
Harry followed her while walking kind of funny because of the massive erection in his trousers. Gabrielle flopped onto the couch and spread out as if she owned the place. She spread her legs slightly and winked at Harry as he followed Fleur down the hall. Apolline moved to the kitchen to tidy up, but when Harry glanced back at her, she smiled and gave him a little wave.
The hallway was quiet and cool, and Fleur stopped outside her bedroom and turned to face Harry. She didn’t say anything at first. She just held him there with her gaze. Then she leaned in and kissed him softly.
“Goodnight, ‘Arry,” she said with a cheeky smile, and she turned and padded down the hallway toward her own room. Her wide ass tantalizingly swayed from side to side.
He stood there watching her thong-clad ass until she slipped into her room. With nothing left to do, Harry adjusted his trousers and went to help Apolline clean up.