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The Wizard and the Witch Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2025-09-12 02:27:47 +0000 UTCHarry and Fleur apparated to London, appearing on a street in a place where pedestrians couldn't easily see. Harry brought Wanda along with him by holding onto her wrist. When they arrived in the city, Wanda swayed on her feet.
“Oh my. That’s not pleasant at all,” Wanda said.
“It doesn’t get better, but you do get more used to it,” Harry said. “On the other hand, it’s fast.”
“Very fast,” Wanda agreed, looking at the street around them. A second ago they had been standing on the remote coast. Now, they were in the capitol.
“But why are we here?” Wanda asked, looking around. “This doesn’t seem like a magical area.”
“It isn’t, but wizards and witches have found all sorts of inventive ways to blend into the world,” Harry explained. “There’s only one fully magical village in all of Britain, if you can believe it. The rest live scattered out through the country. Some ambitious wizards and witches even find ways to incorporate that into their business.”
They left the alleyway where they arrived and turned right. The first building in that direction was a moderately big business with clothes in the windows. Wanda read the name out loud: “Sugar and Spice: the Art of Looking Nice.”
Fleur giggled. “Eet’s such a cute name, non?”
The trio went through the glass door. Right away, the interior smelled like fragrant cleaning supplies. Wanda looked around and saw mannequins dressed in chic clothes. In the middle of the room was a glass display case of various makeups, behind which stood an Indian girl.
“Harry! Fleur! You’re back!” said the girl.
“We could never stay away,” Fleur said happily.
“Wanda, I'd like you to meet Parvati Patil. She’s one of the owners,” Harry introduced them. “Parvati, this is Wanda. She’ll be your client today.”
“I see.” Parvati’s eyes darted over Wanda’s outfit, taking it all in down to the way the sleeves were a little short and her pants were slightly too tight. Wanda was wearing clothes borrowed from Hermione, since the clothes she arrived at Shell Cottage in had been torn and warped by her powers.
“Loaned clothes,” Parvati said. “You’re in DESPERATE need of a makeover, babe.”
She gave off the effortless sociability of a born extrovert, down to her immediate use of such a personal pet name. Wanda found it easy to relax around her, like she was talking to a friend.
“I think normal clothes would work best for me,” Wanda said. “I mean, muggle.” She was still getting used to these magical terms.
“Is there a special occasion coming up?” Parvati asked suggestively.
“She’s got a hearing in one of the Sanctums,” Harry said. “But mostly, she’s lost all of her clothes. We’re here for a full wardrobe.”
“You don’t need to spend that much—” Wanda said hurriedly.
Parvati laughed. “Babe, I don’t think you realize how rich Harry is. He could buy every piece of clothing we have and wouldn’t even notice his Gringotts Vault going down.”
“That’s an exaggeration,” Harry said weakly.
“Not much of one my love,” Fleur said. “So Wanda, do not feel bad about zhe prices. We would not ‘ave offered if zhey were too steep.”
Wanda didn’t protest more than that. She was actually used to this kind of thing, after all the stuff the late Tony Stark would buy for his fellow superheroes… before he fell out with half of them. Perhaps it was a trait of handsome black-haired men to be rich and generous?
Parvati looked around to make sure that there weren’t any other shoppers in the room. She took out her wand, which Wanda idly noticed was shorter than Harry’s, and used it to flip the OPEN sign to read CLOSED.
“Of course we’ll have to go to the back room to get started,” she said.
“Sugar and spice is split into two,” Harry explained while Parvati took the trio toward a door behind the counter. “They’re the biggest distributor of luxury clothing in magical Britain. But if you compare populations, there are thousands of times more Muggles in the country than wizards. So they created a front room that serves non-magical folk and a back room for people like us. Parvati handles the first side of things while her business partner does the magical side.”
“Except when we get a REALLY special customer like Harry, I drop what I’m doing to help,” said Parvati, who had been listening to the explanation. “I wouldn't miss something like this for all the Galleons, Knuts, and Sickles in the world.”
“What’s so fun about Harry buying clothes?” Wanda wondered.
“You will see,” Fleur said. She giggled. She was almost skipping from how happy she was.
The back room was immediately more extravagant than the front one. Here, the mannequins strutted around the room as if they were living and breathing creatures of flesh. One stopped in front of Wanda and for a second, an illusion of Wanda’s own face appeared over its blank head. The most fabulous cherry lipstick Wanda had ever seen was on her lips, while her eyeliner had been done perfectly with a heavy flourish.
“Zhe latest products,” Fleur explained. “I believe zhat eez Phoenix Flame Lipstick and an eyeliner from my 'ome country of France.”
“They’re beautiful,” Wanda complimented what she’d seen.
“They will 'elp you shine as bright as a star!” Fleur said.
They were distracted by a shrill scream of “HARRRRRRYYYYYY!”
A blond comet collided with Harry and almost took him off of his feet. He wrapped his arms around a buxom blond woman with curly hair and a cherub face. She was wearing some of the products Wanda had just seen displayed, all the makeup applied with an expert hand.
“Lavender,” Harry said, putting his arms around her to steady them. “It hasn’t been that long since I visited.”
“I don’t care! It FEELS long!” Lavender pouted. Her big chest was wedged in a low cut dress, which she was rubbing all over Harry’s chest. “Did you finally come back for some new dress robes?”
“I’m buying for a friend today,” Harry said.
Lavender looked at Wanda. Like Parvati, Wanda got the feeling that the woman was playing mental dress-up with her body. Lavender nodded approvingly.
“She’s a pretty one. Has Fleur had you fuck her yet?” Lavender asked.
Wanda sputtered. “Is it that much of an open a secret what you two get up to?”
Harry looked a little bashful while Fleur looked proud. Lavender and Parvati turned to each other and giggled.
“The two of us are extra attentive to gossip,” Lavender said. “Plus, we were close to Harry in school. It’s natural that we would know. By now, he’s gotten around quite a lot.”
“My ‘usband is prolific!” Fleur said proudly.
“Wanda is here for a whole wardrobe,” Parvati told her partner. “They’re visiting a sanctum. They’ll probably be in the muggle world as well, given where the sanctums are located.”
“Oh goody,” Lavender said. “Wanda has such a nice body, it would be a shame to cover it in robes. But WHY are you going to a sanctum?”
“There’s been a misunderstanding,” Wanda said. “They think I’ve done something that I haven’t.” Technically, it was the other way around, but she wanted to explain it in as simple a manner as possible. “Harry and Fleur are coming to support me.”
“A trial!” Lavender gasped. “I promise, I’ll have you ready and then some! The only thing they’ll be able to convict you of is being too cute— and that’s a Sugar and Spice guarantee!”
She took Wanda into the middle of the room. All the moving mannequins walked in circles around them while a tape measure with a life of its own slithered along Wanda’s body. Lavender directed it and took measurements with a focused frown. Finally, she stepped back and left the yellow length to do its measuring work.
“This will take about fifteen minutes,” Lavender said. “The charms are fully automated, so it will just be a bit of a wait…”
“That’s perfectly okay,” Wanda assured her. She was already getting a wardrobe for free, the last thing she wanted to be was a rude customer.
“In the meantime…” Lavender spun toward Harry. “If you two are going with Wanda, you’ll have to look your best as well!”
“I still have dress robes from my last visit—” Harry said.
“Those are months out of date! Will you take responsibility when Wanda is convicted of something she didn’t do because the judges are distracted by the TACKY outfit her friend showed up in?”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen—” Harry said.
“Will you take that chance!?” Lavender cut in.
He rolled his eyes. Wanda saw that he was smiling slightly at the same time, so he wasn’t actually annoyed by his friend’s antics. He walked to an area like where Wanda was standing, except that one was surrounded by clothing for men instead of wizards.
“First, we’ll have to get your measurements…” Lavender said eagerly.
“You took those last time,” Harry said. “They haven’t exactly changed.”
Lavender dropped to her knees in front of him holding the tape measure. Wanda lifted her eyebrows because it was a suggestive position. If you were looking from behind, the height her head was at was definitely suspicious. Plus, with the dress she was wearing, Harry could see most of her tits.
“How can you say they haven’t changed?” Lavender demanded. “They’re changing right now! Just look!”
And she pulled his pants down, making his dick flop out and hit her face. Wanda gasped, even though she had mostly guessed that their relationship was like that. Lavender and Parvati were both beautiful women and there was only one thing that would make Fleur so excited by the prospect of visiting them.
Lavender put her hands on Harry’s growing schlong. She wrapped the tape measure around it and unlike when she used the charms to measure Wanda, Lavender made sure to do this part with her palms.
“Five inches… Six… Seven… EIGHT…” With each word, Lavender sounded hungrier. She was basically drooling, faced with the masculine tool taking shape in front of her face.
“Ten inches,” Lavender announced when Harry’s dick was fully hard and veiny. “Five and a half inches of girth. I’ve got something it will be a PERFECT fit in!”
She pulled her dress down to her waist, then opened her bra and dropped it on the floor. Wanda realized that Lavender’s boobs were even bigger than they had looked when she was fully dressed. They were so big that Wanda was curious to hear THEIR measurements. Double D’s at least.
“We’ll nestle you straight into the pocket…” Lavender said.
She put her tits around Harry’s dick and squeezed them down, locking him between those big hills of flesh. Lavender started jerking her breasts up and down to stroke Harry’s cock inside her embrace.
“How’s my customer service?” she asked cheekily.
“Soft and attentive,” Harry said. “Do you treat all your customers this way?”
“Only the exceptionally handsome and endowed ones who’ve saved Britain,” Lavender said. “In fact, I think we can do even better. Parvati, give this fine customer something to do with his hands!”
Parvati joined her best friend. There was no room between Harry’s legs so she stood beside him and kissed him. Parvati was wearing a skirt and a blouse; Wanda watched Harry’s hands flip her skirt up and domineeringly grab her dark thong clad ass.
Harry groped her like she belonged to him, shoving his tongue down her throat at the same time. Parvati’s body melded to his own. Wrapped up together, you could soon hear the moist sounds of their kiss, accompanied by Lavender’s boobs slapping into Harry’s body.
“Most men would’ve already cum by now,” Lavender said. “But you’re better than them in all sorts of ways, aren’t you? I’ll milk you yet, Harry.”
She spit into her own cleavage to make his dick slippery, letting her speed things up. Harry meanwhile was using one of his hands to open Parvati’s blouse and get her tits out. When he had half the buttons unlatched, he got impatient and ripped the lower half open, scattering buttons across the floor. Parvati gasped. Harry craned his neck and started biting her cleavage. She looked flat next to Lavender but she was still about as busty as Wanda.
Fleur came over to Wanda to watch. “Don’t they work well together?”
Wanda wasn’t sure who she meant. Parvati and Lavender were an excellent sexual tag team, and Harry worked well with both of them, ravishing them exactly the way they wanted.
“Come on. Come on. Feed me,” Lavender said.
The animated tape measure taking Wanda’s measurements worked its way over most of her body. That meant they were nearing fifteen minutes. By the time the last measurement had been taken, Harry had managed to strip Parvati of everything except her thong. She had a lean body with an hourglass shape and a lovely exotic coloration. Her nipples were especially dark; Harry had taken great pleasure in biting them.
While she tit fucked him, Lavender eventually had to get her mouth involved, alternating sucking and stroking Harry to make him feel even better. Combining these two techniques, she FINALLY managed to bust his balls.
Most of the blast was contained to a milky mess inside Lavender’s cleavage, Harry’s tip buried between her mammaries when he finally came. A little bit squirted out and got on Lavender’s tongue. She stretched her tongue to lick it up.
“I could never get tired of your taste,” Lavender said. “But, unfortunately, I’m on the clock, so we can’t get distracted and go further quite yet. Parvati, keep him entertained.”
Lavender stood up. She pulled her wand out of somewhere and used the tip to clean herself between her tits. She didn’t bother covering her huge breasts as she walked back over to Wanda. In the background, Parvati giggled and shrieked as Harry brought her to the ground, bending her over and pinning her.
“Alright,” Lavender said. She studied the measurements that had been taken and nodded to herself. “I know JUST what you’ll look great in, Wanda. We’ll start with this, and this, and this…”
She moved her wand. Mannequins started to approach Wanda, offering the clothes that were on their bodies. Wanda stripped to her underwear (it didn’t feel embarrassing when Lavender was literally topless) and started trying on the first outfit. Meanwhile, she couldn’t help glancing at what was happening in the background.
Harry had pinned Parvati down and was now stripping the rest of the way out of his clothes. He stretched out the elastic waist of Parvati’s thong like a rubber band, lowering it to her knees. Like her nipples Parvati’s pussy lips were darker than the rest of her skin. Lavender caught Wanda watching and giggled.
“I don’t blame you,” Lavender said. “Those two put on quite the show.”
“Would you like to ‘ear a secret?” Fleur asked Wanda. “Parvati is zhe kinkier of zhe two.”
“What?” Wanda exclaimed.
Lavender asked. “I know, I give off a sultry impression, don’t I? But I’m sugar, sweet and innocent. Parvati is spice.”
Curious, Wanda watched Harry’s activities with Parvati more closely. He knelt down behind her wielding his dick with one of his hands. Harry aimed it toward Parvati’s hole… But not her pussy.
Wanda flinched slightly at how hard Harry pounded his dick into Parvati’s body. The deafening sound of it filled her ears. Harry’s phallus disappeared into Parvati’s ass just like that.
“Fffffuuuuck! Merlin’s fucking BALLS! Fuck. Fuck!” Parvati cursed.
Harry collected her hair in one of his hands. He held Parvati down so that her head was lowered and her ass was raised. Her ass cheeks clapped while he was fucking her. Parvati moaned and cursed. Wanda was so distracted that she stopped buttoning the shirt she was trying on. Giggling, Fleur did it for her.
“See? Eez eez fun to watch,” Fleur said.
“Yeah…” Wanda breathed. She shook herself, forcing herself to focus. “But that… Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Definitely,” Lavender said. “Parvati just appreciates the benefits enough that it’s worth it.”
Right on time, Parvati’s pussy squirted all over the floor. Harry bent forward and reached under her stomach until his fingers got to her pussy. He fingered her while fucking her ass, making Parvati scream extra loudly.
“Give us a twirl now,” Lavender said.
Wanda realized she was talking to her and jumped. Wanda took a step back and turned in a circle. What she was wearing was a long skirt with a matching blouse and a blazer jacket. It wouldn’t have been out of place in a court room. At the same time, it hugged Wanda’s figure and was easy on the eyes, making sure anyone who saw her would notice her natural beauty.
“Now THAT screams “Too pretty to be guilty”,” Lavender said. “We’ll have you free of all charges in no time. How do you feel?”
“Good,” Wanda murmured. Lavender had summoned mirrors for her to study her reflection, but she kept sneaking glances at where Harry was manhandling Parvati. Now he had her head bent back, kissing her on the lips while he wrecked her asshole.
Ever observant, Lavender didn’t miss that. She giggled. “Now that we have the most important outfit chosen, what do you say we find you something more casual?”
“Casual?” Wanda asked, forcing herself to focus and ignoring the slapping flesh from the other side of the room.
“Sugar and Spice sells many kinds of lovely outfeets,” Fleur said. “You have already been dressed up in one. Zhe night zhat you sought how ‘Arry.”
Wanda recalled the lingerie that Fleur dressed her in before sending her into Harry’s clutches. She blushed at the memory… and the implication that there were more outfits where that came from.
Lavender and Fleur both touched Wanda from opposite sides, unbuttoning the nice outfit she’d been dressed up in, pulling it off her, one part at a time.
“We’ll get you nice and beautiful,” Lavender said. “All dolled up. Put makeup on you, just for Harry to fuck it off. And then… Why don’t you give Parvati’s tastes a try?”
Wanda gulped. She stared at Harry, his balls swinging and his muscles bulging as he rammed his meat into Parvati's darker body. His dick, repeatedly disappearing into such a small… TIGHT hole…
“Vhat do I have to vhere?” Wanda asked.
Her old Sokovian accent thickened from pure lust. Lavender smirked and flicked her wand, summoning the perfect garments from the multitude of her storage.
