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Author's Note: Back with a Dead Dove, loves.

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Stacked with: Hogwarts 2.0 (T03); RAVEN (2024); MC4A (Sp-Yr7)
Individual Challenges: Red Instead; Condiment Shelf; Major; Royal; Ginger; Hogwarts MC [x2]; Magical MC [x3]; Death Eater MC [x2]; Sandbox (Y); Cinematic; Gamer; Reader; Dreamers; Tossed Chum [x2]; Criminal MC [x2]; Professor MC; Ethnic & Present; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion [x2]; Short Jog; Bucket Listing; The Story Goes On; Eating Cake (Y); Exchange; Greatest Gift; Outer Limit; Two Cakes (Y); Vial Collector; Claimed; Setting Sail; Ship Sails; Lovely Triangle; Bi Bi Bi; Lunar Era; Hold the Mayo; Curtain Color; Rainbow Connection
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Assignment: Term 03-01
Subject [Task (Prompt)]: Perfumery & Aromatherapy [Task#3 (someone in a bad mood)]
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Gather [Artificer 1 (Archemist)] ALT (Severus Snape); Case [Zouwu](Anger); Web (Harry/Snape)[Extra STR 11 (Raspberry)]; Library [Kingsbane](Morally Gray)
RAVEN Challenges: A&B [78](Stripping); Traits [90](Unfriendly); Colors [22](Crimson); Items [24](Dress/Skirt); Settings [75](Red Light District)
Other MC4A Challenges: Chim [Onyx](Pumpkin; "Bonfire Hearts" - James Blunt; Race Bent; Protection; Turned Left Instead AU; Mother);
Representation(s): Desi Harry Potter/The Madam (OC); Patron Severus Snape; Background OCs; Brothel AU; Chim Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Middle Name; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Bust a Cap; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots); Demo 1 (Lock & Key; Muck & Slime; Three's Company; Lovely Coconuts; Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Unicorn; Call Me Dantes; Hot Stuff; Abandoned Ship; Sitting Hummingbird); Demo 1p (Uncivil Obedience; Suddenly Audrey) [x2]; Demo 2p (Tootsies) [x1]
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Toad); SN (Rail; Spare); LiCK (Poppy; Narcissus; Yarrow); Once (Moses Supposes; Santa Fe); CM (Brier; Notch; Navigate; Yogin)
Space Address (Prompt): SpB [2C (Graduation)]; TrB [2C (Paper Tiger)]; CM [2D (Sex Work)];
Word Count: 1780 words

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Flutter & Flight
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Harry resisted the urge to fidget with the cerulean robe he was wearing or the woven cloth belt that kept it closed. After so long without wearing any, clothing of any sort felt weird. It helped that the Madam had decided to keep him close to her this evening. He was kneeling on a pillow on the left side of her legs. He wasn't allowed to rest his head against her nor did she pay him any attention after ordering him to stay in receptive pose. Nerves were chewing at him, but at least staying beside the Madam spared him from what he could see happening to the other graduates.

The graduates all wore the same cerulean robe that Harry did. The robes were simple and made of some lightweight but shiny material. Harry thought it might be satin. The belts made of thick cord that had been woven together were the real difference. Harry's belt was two purple, two bronze, and two maroon cords. Most of the other five graduates had combinations of the bronze and maroon cords, or at least had them at the start of the party.

The dark-skinned graduate now locked into a set of stocks in the center of the room had her pure maroon belt tied around her waist. The orange-haired patron fucking her was using his grip on it as a way to increase the force of his thrusts. She kept grunting loudly around the cock that was in her mouth. When the patron pulled far enough out that he had to reach down to adjust before thrusting back in, the following grunt turned into a muffled wail that had the crowd around the stocks twittering with excited approval. Harry guessed that the patron had just switched to fucking the woman's under-prepped anus.

A pretty brunet graduate with china blue eyes had only purple cords. She looked to be about sixteen and was the next oldest of the graduates, most of whom were easily in their twenties. The girl looked like she didn't want to be there at all and wasn't as well trained as Harry had been. Harry had a feeling that she was going to earn a punishment before too much longer, given the way she kept snapping at the invited patrons and pulling away from them. He could see MacLaggen watching her from near the door to the annex where the graduates had prepared before they had been announced.

The only graduate younger than Harry was a blonde with brown eyes that looked around five. Her belt had been a deep brown before it had been discarded along with her robe. She was sitting on the lap of a large muscular man with iron gray hair and beard. Her back was to the man's chest with her legs on either side of his. Even from across the room, Harry could see the way the girl kept shivering as the man's hands stroked over her pale skin and nibbled at her neck. The impatient attendant for the annex room had given the girl something in a vial. Harry hadn't recognized it, but he guessed that it was why the girl wasn't crying like she had been.

The Madam watched over the proceedings from her seat. The chair was like a throne carved from some heavy wood and lacquered black. The upholstery was an equally dark blue velvet and stitched in bronze thread that matched the decorative metal studs in wood. She wore a dress of some sort of gauzy fabric that floated about her like a turquoise cloud except for where it was cinched by her ink black corset. The dress would have been modest if it was so translucent that her nipples with their hoops were clearly visible. On her delicate feet were dangerously sharp stiletto heels that matched her corset except for their crimson bottoms.

Her raspberry red lips turned up in a smirk as a dour-looking patron approached. The man wore an old-fashioned suit that reminded Harry of something out of an Austen novel. It was a severe black that did nothing for the man's tallow complexion. His dark eyes glinted cruelly over a large hook of a nose that had a hump like it had been broken. His long hair hung in dark and greasy hunks around his face. Goosebumps erupted over Harry's arms as the man glanced over him before focusing entirely on the Madam.

"Professor," the Madam greeted. Harry bit back a whine as she uncrossed her legs and let them fall open just enough that a hint of her cunt was visible to him. He kept his perfect form, determined to not embarrass her after all the hard work she had done to train him herself. "I simply cannot tell you how delighted I am to see you tonight. Have you seen anything that piques your interest?"

"You know that I do," the professor answered. His gaze never wavered from the woman on her throne but Harry felt like it moved over him like nails dragging across a chalkboard. "It's a very provocative temptation, even more so given how unexpected it is."

"Imagine my surprise at finding such a treasure," the Madam purred. For the first time that night, she reached out for Harry. He leaned into the fingers she ran through his hair, just the tiniest bit. "Poor thing had been kicked from his nest and was half-starved."

"Then I supposed this is a kindness," the Professor drawled.

The Madam chuckled as she pressed Harry's forehead against her knee, right where the skirt had been hiked up. The floral scent of her body lotion filled Harry's nose. There was a slight tang to it that made Harry's mouth water with the memory of how her cunt tasted.

"It's not as if it's been a hardship," the Madam agreed. "He's such a good pet, such a quick learner."

Harry preened at the praise that she was heaping upon him. He rubbed his nose along the hem of her skirt, subtly hinting to how he would like to express his gratitude for her kindness. The Professor continued looming near them like a storm cloud as the Madam laid one hand against the nape of Harry's neck.

"This little bird has fluttered," the Madam purred, "but his first flight is up for purchase tonight."

"He's the same age as my students."

"Ah, but he isn't one of your students, is he?"

Harry dared to look through his lashes at the Professor. The man's scowl seemed to be permanently etched onto his face. But Harry recognized the hunger barely masked by that scowl. Knowing that look had kept him fed in the year he had lived on the streets before the Madam had found him. Back then there was always the risk of the men hurting him instead of paying, but now that he called the Blue Canary home, the Madam would ensure both his protection and the payment for his services.

"Not all of us enjoy making public spectacles of ourselves," the Professor sniped. Harry ran his tongue over his bottom lip. The Professor's cold gaze followed the motion. The Madam's fingers pressed against the hinge of Harry's jaw in a silent command for him to open his mouth. Well trained as he was, Harry obeyed without hesitation. The Professor swallowed. "The first flight of this particular bird is surely beyond my mean."

"Oh, I'm sure that there's some trade that can be worked out," she countered confidently. She slipped the first two fingers of her other hand into Harry's open mouth, pressing down on his tongue. "After all, there are so many delightful treasures in that drafty pile of stones you call home most of the year. Who would miss them if they found a new home in exchange for a taste of what you've always wanted while it's still fresh?"

"You drive a hard bargain, Madam." The Professor sounded angry about being outmaneuvered. His face flushed with it, turning his sallow complexion a pale pumpkin color. "I assume you have a list in mind already."

The Madam removed her fingers from Harry's mouth. The heavy paper the brothel used for all of its paperwork made a sharp snap as she pulled it from where it had been tucked into her corset. Her smile was equally sharp as she aimed it at the Professor while he read what she had written.

"While not difficult to gather," the Professor drawled, "it will take a bit of time. I would need at least a month to avoid suspicion."

"I can allow that," the Madam conceded graciously. Off towards the center of the room, MacLaggen was stripping the haughty brunette as her admirers jeered at her efforts to prevent it. A couple of attendants hovered nearby, ready to help pin her to in place for the gathered patrons. "I don't have to remind you of the consequences should you fail to pay your debt to me. You don't have a daughter to offer in your place."

"I don't need one," the Professor said, refolding and tucking the list away. His voice was carefully blank as he continued. "I won't prep him."

"It's like you've never been to one of these," she scolded. Harry understood. As a show of his training, he had stretched and lubed himself before putting on the robe that marked him as a graduate. He had been told that it would be his responsibility to be ready for use. From the way that she was currently wailing across the room, the brunette was regretting her choice to forgo that prep. "Do you have any preference on where you'll claim your prize?"

"I do." The Professor smirked like he was about to pull off a prank. "I will take him right here, as he bends over your throne—" His grin widened to show off teeth almost as sickly yellow as his skin. "—while you are still seated in it."

"As you wish," she agreed readily and lifted her hand from Harry's neck. "Strip, pet, and present."

Surrounded by patrons and with his face pressed against the cerulean fabric covering the Madam's breasts, Harry took his first real cock. After the Professor had spilled inside of Harry's ass, another patron replaced him within moments. Harry lost count of the number of men who fucked him. It didn't seem as important as the scent rising from the woman between his folded legs.

Eventually, the Madam pushed him to the floor in front of her throne and guided his eager mouth to her wet cunt.

That feast was as much his home as the Blue Canary itself.