Harlot's Bazaar

Susan Bones was making her way to the cafeteria at the Ministry of Magic when she noticed a familiar figure with bushy brown hair walking in front of her. She could not consider Hermione Granger a friend in the full sense of the word, but they had known each other for a more than a decade. She was grateful for everything she had learned as a member of Dumbledore's Army under the guidance of Harry and Hermione. Those lessons had saved her life, and she still kept her DA's enchanted coin as one of her most valuable treasures. After the Battle of Hogwarts, Susan had followed in her murdered aunt's footsteps and studied Law. She was now a barrister in the Prosecutor's Office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Hermione had also studied the Law but was a solicitor in the Muggle and Creatures Office of the DMLE. Their paths seldom crossed. She actually came across Harry more often than Hermione because she often had to depose Auror's in criminal cases.

While they were standing in line holding their food trays waiting to pay for their lunch, Hermione noticed her and gave her and open and friendly smile.

"Hi, Susan. I haven't seen you in a long time. How've you been?"

"I've been okay. How about you?"

"Never better," she said with a bright face. "Would you like to sit together?"

"I would love to."

Susan was surprised by how friendly Hermione was being. She remembered that at Hogwarts she was regarded as a teacher's pet and a know-it-all who most students found insufferable. Her only close friends were Harry and that oaf, Ron Weasley. When she found out that Ron and Hermione were married, she was floored by the surprise. During her time with the DA Susan also noticed that she was a friend of Ginny Weasley, but that was not a shocker. Ginny was friendly, smart and one of the most popular girls in school.

Susan knew that Hermione was not very well liked by her co-workers at the DMLE. The rumour mill at the Ministry was even worse than the one at Hogwarts. The bushy haired witch had a reputation for being sour and ill humoured, but lately the talk around the office was about her sudden transformation. The gossip was that she must have found a new lover.

"You seem very happy today," Susan said probingly before taking a bite. "Good news in a case?"

"No," Hermione replied shaking her head. "I've just been in a good mood lately."

"I heard that you and Ron split up…"

"Yes, that was the worst mistake of my life. I feel like a weight holding me down has been lifted."

"Frankly, I never understood what you saw in him. I remember that whenever I saw him eat, it made me want to vomit." Hermione laughed and Susan joined before continuing. "He also didn't seem very bright…"

"He's an idiot savant at chess, but other than that, yes, he's pretty dim." The brunette's face became clouded. "I rather not talk about Ron if you don't mind. I'm glad it's now over."

"I'm sorry if I spoiled your good mood. There are rumours that you're in a new relationship. Is that the reason you are so happy now?"

Susan was well aware of the scandalous gossip circulating around the office. Word was that Hermione had last week showed up to work barely able to walk or sit down. The speculation was that she had been shagged invalid, and people wondered who had put her in that condition.

The idea of Hermione Granger, the prude extraordinaire, being shagged to that degree of incapacitation seemed incompatible with Susan's memories of the brunette during her Hogwarts' years, but her own sexual proclivities were proof that reputation and reality could be in direct contradiction with each other. She was sure no one would ever suspect that at this very moment, under her red lace knickers, she had a butt plug firmly inserted into her arse.

For her part, Hermione was not ignorant of the gossip either. She studied Susan's expression. Since the morning after Harry and she had played much too roughly in bed, people who had never talked to her before had approached her for casual conversation, trying to figure out who her lover was.

"Yes," the brunette smiled. "I'm with someone who makes me very happy." Her smile faded and her expression turned contemplative. "He's going to a convention and will be away for more than a week. I'll miss him."

"Does he work at the Ministry?"

Hermione smirked. Somehow, The Prophet had not yet caught wind that Harry and she were now part of a threesome. "I'm not going to give you his name, Susan."

"That's okay. I had to try," Susan replied with a laugh. "I'm not going to insult your intelligence by pretending that I don't know the rumours. I just have been wondering what kind of statement you were trying to make by showing up like that…"

"Like what?"

"By showing up to work so thoroughly shagged. I know you must know at least half a dozen charms and remedies for genital soreness. You obviously wanted people to know. The mystery is why?"

Hermione looked at Susan and considered her answer.

"There has been a profound change in my life, and I wanted to get rid of the old Hermione Granger persona. I never could connect with my co-workers, and I knew they called me frigid and bitter behind my back. It hurt because it was true. Ever since I've been in this new relationship, I've been more open and patient with my co-workers. We got along better, but there was still some distance between us. I just wanted to announce to the world that I was no longer frigid or bitter. It was surprising how many of the girls approached me to offer me analgesic potions with a smile and a wink. I felt like one of them."

"I'm glad you're now in a satisfying relationship. Are you and your mystery man in love, or is it just friendship with benefits?"

"We love each other, but that's enough about me," she said with finality. Susan was smart enough to figure out who her lover was if she gave her enough clues. "What about you. Anyone in your life?"

She smiled. "I'm going out with Anthony Goldstein. Remember him?"

"Of course. He was also in the DA."

"That's the one. I had never paid any attention to him, but I had some questions about the correct procedure for deporting of a Portuguese wizard being released from Azkaban and went to the Foreign Office. It turns out he works there, and he offered to answer my questions over dinner. We've been together ever since."

"Any marriage plans?"

"No, he has not asked yet. The relationship is a little bit difficult because he travels a lot, and he can be gone for several weeks at a time."

Hermione finished her meal and looked at her watch. She only had a few more minutes. "My boyfriend also has to be away for work sometimes, but usually only for a few days at a time. This next trip will be the longest he has been away. I'm sure you must miss your boyfriend when he's gone."

Susan laughed. "I do, but he gave me a gift to remember him by for when he's gone."

Hermione noticed there was a mischievous gleam in her eye. The bushy haired brunette became intrigued. "What gift?"

The blonde Hufflepuff seemed to be considering if she should answer her question or not. She looked around to be sure no one was listening.

"Anthony is half-blood, so he is familiar with the Muggle world. Before one of his trips, he took me to a sex shop in London and he commissioned a dildo to be made from a cast of his… Emm… penis," Susan replied turning slightly pink.

Hermione's lower jaw dropped. "How did it turn out?" she asked eager to know.

"It's a true reproduction. They even match the skin colour," Susan paused and sighed. "In the absence of the original, it's the next best thing."

Hermione looked at her watch again. "It has been great talking to you, but I must get back to work. Maybe we can get together some other time."

"That would be lovely," the Hufflepuff said getting up with her food tray. "Wait a moment," she added suddenly. "I think I still have a business card from that place if you want it."

"That won't necessary. My boyfriend is usually gone for only a few days."

When Harry was absent, Hermione at least still had Ginny to take care of her sexual needs, but she realized that both still missed that part of him that only he could provide.

Susan started to walk away when Hermione called her back. "On second thought, I'll take the card," she said blushing.

The blonde woman smiled knowingly and dug through her purse before triumphally producing the business card. "I think you and I are more alike than we ever knew."

"How so?"

Susan leaned to whisper in her ear. "We both love fucking more than people suspect." She pulled back and started to walk away. "Goodbye, Hermione Granger," she said with a smile.

O-o-0

"What do you think?" Hermione asked hesitantly. "Should we ask Harry if he's willing to do it?"

Ginny was reading the business card for the tenth time. It listed some of the other services the shop offered besides penis cloning. "What is pussy topiary?"

"They can cut your pussy hair into any figure of you want."

"Oh… do you think they could make mine look like a Snitch?" the redhead asked excitedly. "Harry would love that. I could let my pussy hair grow like yours and have it done."

"Ginny, even if you didn't shave, you're not that hairy. Me on the other hand, if I didn't trim it, I would have a jungle down there… but let's not get distracted. Should we ask Harry about the dildo?"

"Of course we should ask him. When the Quidditch season starts again I will be away for three weeks during training camp. Gwenog has strict rules against conjugal visits. She thinks that shagging is bad for your reflexes. All the girls have toys except me."

"We'll ask him when he returns tonight, but we should call the shop to see what's involved beforehand. Should we have two made? One for you and one for me?"

"Good idea. You still have your phone, don't you?"

Hermione had a mobile phone to stay in touch with her Muggle family. "Yes," she said taking it out of her purse. "Give me the card."

The shop was called "Harlot's Bazaar" and the name on the card said: Tessa Harlot, Proprietor. The store was located close to the most exclusive shopping street in central London.

Hermione dialled the number and put the call on the speaker so Ginny could hear. Tessa sounded very friendly, and she gave Hermione a thorough explanation of the process and the different options.

"I have an opening for tomorrow at 3PM due to a cancellation. Should I book it for you?"

"Yes," Ginny said without hesitation.

Hermione made a pained face "We haven't asked Harry yet."

Tessa heard the conversation and intervened. "I can book the time for you and if the gentleman doesn't agree, you can cancel. I just request you to call me before 2PM as a courtesy."

"Very well," Hermione said. "We'll take that time slot."

After she hung up, Ginny looked at her excitedly. "Are you going to get yours with a vibrator or not?"

The brunette chuckled. "That's a no brainer. With vibrator. If you don't want to use it as a vibrator, you can still use it as a dildo."

"My thoughts exactly. Do you want yours with bollocks or without?"

Hermione definitely wanted the option that included his ball sack.

"Great minds think alike," Ginny said laughing.

Harry arrived a little later and both women were waiting for him in the sitting room. He immediately realized something was up and eyed them suspiciously.

"Is something the matter?"

The two women had agreed to let Hermione pitch the idea to Harry.

"You'll be leaving for ten days next week, and we both are going to miss you terribly."

"I'll miss you too," Harry said sincerely.

"There is a way to make the separation less painful."

"How?" he asked intrigued.

"There is this place that can make a perfect replica of your penis."

"A replica of my penis?" he repeated believing he must have heard her incorrectly.

"Yes," Hermione explained. "They can make a plaster cast of your penis and make a dildo or vibrator from it."

"That way we'll have something to remember you when we're lonely," Ginny said coyly.

Hermione explained the entire process to Harry. He was hesitant, but finally the two witches convinced him to do it.

"There is one small detail," Hermione said with trepidation.

"I knew there had to be a catch," Harry exclaimed. "What is it?"

"You have to shave all the pubic hair around your penis…"

"WHY?"

"Well… All the hair caught in the dry plaster will be pulled off when they remove the cast. As you can probably imagine, that could hurt."

"Forget it," Harry said with finality.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER," Ginny intervened with a dangerous edge. "I shave my cunnie every week to keep it smooth for you. The least you could do is shave your genital area once for us!"

"Ginny, you don't have to shave for me…"

"You're lying," Hermione interrupted, looking at him straight in the eye. "You love the variety of having a big bush and a bare cunt at your disposal. Are you going to deny it?"

Harry sighed with resignation. "No, I don't deny it. I love your bush and I love Ginny's bare cunnie."

"I'll shave you Harry," Ginny said softly once he agreed. "I have a steady hand."

Later that night, the redhead shaved Harry's bits. It was both a nerve racking and a stimulating experience for him. Both women were aroused by his completely bare cock and bollocks. He never had much hair down there, but both witches marvelled at how smooth and soft his completely shaved bollocks felt in their hands.

"Bloody hell, Harry," Hermione said breathless as Ginny and her were sucking and worshipping his cock. "It looks even bigger than before."

That night, he made love to his witches until all of them were exhausted and completely satisfied. The two beautiful women fell asleep in his arms with identical smiles on their faces.

O-o-O

Harlot's Bazaar was nothing like Hermione or Ginny had expected. The storefront did not have a garish neon sign with fluorescent colours, but instead it was adorned with an elegant black and white, well designed logo. The display window facing the street was tasteful, with no giant dildos or leather BDSM paraphernalia on display. It looked more like a high-end lingerie store than a sex shop. The display had several pieces of sexy underwear and items that seemed more like jewellery than sex toys. The prices of the items in the display window were a clear indication to anyone passing of the type of clientele that was expected to make their way inside the store.

"Oh my god," Hermione said alarmed. "This place looks expensive, and I just realized I never asked for the price."

"Hermione, we are rich," Ginny said smiling. "You don't need to worry about the price of anything."

"You and Harry may be rich, but I'm not," she replied, still worried. "I only have my Ministry salary."

Ginny could sympathize with her friend. She had felt extremely uncomfortable spending large amounts of money on herself after marrying Harry. All her life she had lived wearing hand-me-downs and using second-hand items. It had taken her almost a year to accept the fact that her husband was fabulously wealthy and that she did not need to worry about the price of anything she wanted to have. Besides, she was now independently wealthy and earned more money in commercial endorsements and her Quidditch salary, than Harry made as an Auror.

"Harry, can you set her straight, please," Ginny asked her husband.

"You're already keyed into my Gringotts and Muggle accounts, Hermione. I expect you to pay all your expenses from there. Your Ministry salary you can use as pocket money if you want. I thought we already had discussed and agreed to all of this," he added a little exasperated. "I consider you just as much my wife, as Ginny."

Ginny extended her hand and caressed Hermione's upper arm. "I consider you my wife also."

Hermione took a couple of deep breaths and smiled misty eyed at both her lovers. "In that case, let's go in. We don't want to be late."

There was a young attendant inside the store and the trio informed her they had an appointment. The attendant excused herself momentarily and a minute later an attractive woman in her late forties emerged from a room on the side.

"You must be my three o'clock appointment," she said smiling brightly. "I'm Tessa."

After introductions were made, she led them to the same room she had emerged from. "I was preparing the plaster. It's about ready," she said checking the temperature of the mix being kept warm on a burner.

The room was really a large workshop. The walls were lined with tools and shelfs with different materials. On one end there was a large cutting table and a sewing machine. Closer to the entrance there was something that looked like a padded massage table, but with a hole just below the middle. Below the hole there was an adjustable base. In front of the table there was a stand with a television and a DVD player. On a smaller stand to the side there was a stack of pornographic magazines.

"Let me explain the process, Mr Potter," she said addressing him in a matter-of-fact tone. "You don't need to strip completely naked, but naturally, you'll need to at least take off your pants and underwear. Did you shave your genitals?"

"Yes."

"Good. Once you strip, the first step will be for me to use a colour palette to determine your skin tone colour, so it matches the final product. I don't need to take hold of your penis, but there may be some minor contact. I will be wearing latex gloves. Do you have any latex allergies?"

"No."

"To make the cast we'll need a good, hard erection," Tessa continued. "Ms Granger assured me you're heterosexual, so if you need visual stimulation, we have some erotic films and magazines to help you. If you have a different preference, don't be shy and say so. We can provide you with the appropriate materials."

Harry blushed furiously and Ginny turned her body to hide her face and supress her laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was hearing the instructions with interest.

"These materials are fine," Harry said.

"If either Ms Granger or Mrs Potter wish to assist you in achieving an erection, that's perfectly acceptable. I will leave the room so you can have some privacy. When you are ready, you need to press this button and I will return," she said pointing to a red button on the desk, "Any questions so far?"

"No," Harry replied.

"I will have to take a measurement of your penis once it's erect so I can select the proper size plastic mould," she said pointing to a row of about ten plastic moulds lined in ascending size against the wall. "Be aware I will have to touch your penis to make the measurements. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Yes."

Tessa continued her explanation. "While I prepare the mould you can touch yourself as much as you need to keep the erection hard, but no more than necessary. Ms Granger and Ms Potter can assist you if they wish. Again, no need to be shy."

Both women blushed and they looked at each other.

"We'll keep him ready for you," Hermione said with determination.

"I'll place the mould securely below the opening of this table and you will lie face down on the table putting your penis through the opening. Slowly I will raise the mould until your testicles are covered with plaster… You decided you wanted to include the testicles, right?" she asked Hermione and Ginny.

"Yes," they both replied.

"Once your penis is fully inserted the mould will vibrate briefly to remove any air bubbles. After that you need to stay still and remain erect for at least ninety second, but preferably two minutes. Once your penis starts to lose rigidity, I will remove the mould and you can wash yourself using the bidet in the bathroom," she said pointing to a closed door. "Any questions before we start?"

The trio looked at each other and they all shook their heads.

"In that case, please strip down Mr Potter," Tessa said as she pulled two disposable latex gloves from a box.

Harry's shirt went down to the level of his hips, so he decided to strip completely naked so it would not get on the way. The older woman watched with a blank expression as he dropped his boxers and handed them to Ginny who was folding his clothes.

Once he was naked, Tessa went down on one knee and spread a fan shaped palette of colours.

"Could you please peel back the foreskin, Mr Potter. I also need to match the colour of your glans."

After Harry complied, she put a colour sample right next to his limp penis and began to compare them. On a couple of occasions her knuckles came in contact with his genitals, but fairly quickly she narrowed the choice down to two samples: one for the shaft and one for the head. After a more thorough comparison, she got up, took off the gloves, and threw them in the rubbish bin.

"We got a match," she announced as she made a note of the colours on a notebook. "I'll leave you alone so you can work on getting an erection. Press the button when you're ready," she said as she left the room.

"You two witches owe me for going through this," Harry said as soon as the older woman left.

Ginny laughed and moved in front of Harry. After kissing his lips, she dropped on her knees. "We can start making amends right now," she said looking up at him and cupping his balls. "Are you going to join me?" she asked Hermione.

"Absolutely," the brunette replied, also dropping on her knees.

"Fuck," Harry moaned as the two witches started to suck his cock and balls.

Less than five minutes later his penis had reached adamantine hardness. Ginny got up licking her plump lips and snogged him deeply.

"That's my man," she said proudly. "Always hard when you need him."

Hermione got up biting her lower lip and also snogged him. As Ginny pressed the red button, Hermione took a hold of his hard cock and began to stroke him slowly.

Tessa came back and after taking a quick glance at Harry's erection put on a new pair of latex gloves. She grabbed a tape measure from the table and stood in front of Harry. "Could you please move aside one moment, Ms Granger?"

Reluctantly, Hermione let go of his penis and Tessa extended the tape measure along the top of his length. She noticed that both young women were leaning forward to spy the measurement. She was surprised that they didn't seem to know the dimensions of that magnificent example of manhood.

"Seven- and three-quarter inches," she announced for their benefit.

She proceeded to wrap the measuring tape around the circumference of his penis, holding the shaft with the tip of her fingers. She turned to her left and then to her right with one raised eyebrow and made brief eye contact with each of the young women.

"Six- and a quarter inch circumference," she proclaimed. Tessa got up and made a note of the measurements on her notebook. "Make sure he stays hard, ladies."

The two witches did not need much encouragement. They eagerly wrapped their hands around his cock and slowly stroked him.

After selecting the appropriate mould, Tessa quickly verified the temperature and consistency on the plaster before pouring it into the mould. She secured a device to the bottom of the mould that made it vibrate to remove any air bubbles. Then she put the mould on the base below the opening of the massage table and adjusted the height before securing it in position.

"Quickly, Mr Potter," Tessa said motioning to the table.

Harry jumped on the table and laid down inserting his penis through the hole.

Tessa immediately raised the mould. "The plaster will be warm. Let me know if it's uncomfortable," she warned him as his penis dipped into the mould.

"I'm fine," Harry said.

Hermione and Ginny chuckled at his comment, making the older woman give them a questioning look.

"No matter what situation he finds himself in," Hermione explained, "Harry is always fine."

Once Harry's manly parts were fully inside the mould, Tessa flipped a switch to make the mould vibrate for about ten seconds.

"You need to stay hard for about two minutes, Mr Potter, and try not to move. Should I put on a film?" she asked.

"I'll take care of it," Ginny said confidently.

The redhead leaned down and began to whisper in his ear. Harry closed his eyes, and a big smile illuminated his face. He was getting a detailed description of all the things Ginny intended to do to herself and to Hermione with her new vibrating dildo.

Two minutes later, Tessa verified that the plaster had hardened. "Whatever you're whispering to your husband has worked fantastically, but you can stop now. I actually need him unaroused now."

"I can help with that too," Ginny said giggling before whispering in his ear again.

"Eww," Harry exclaimed making a face of disgust and laughing out loud.

"What are you telling him?" Hermione asked unable to contain her curiosity.

"About Malfoy and Snape having sex," the redhead replied laughing.

"This casting went very smoothly," Tessa said as she began to carefully lower the mould away from Harry's body. "I wish all my customers were this easy to work with."

"Do you have many difficulties? Hermione inquired.

"Do I ever," the older woman replied with sigh. "Men who can't get hard, or stay hard are the main problem, but I once had a customer who took a blue pill before coming here and the problem was that his erection wouldn't quit. Then we have the blokes with oddly shaped penises..."

After removing the plaster cast from the mould, she inspected it with a UV black light. "You can wash yourself and get dressed Mr Potter. This cast is perfect."

Harry grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Tessa wrote a number with a marker on the plaster and made notes on her order book. "After we make your two replicas, this cast will be stored safely in our warehouse. If you should need a replacement, you just need to call to have a new one made at a discount. You want your replicas with an integrated vibrator, correct?"

"Yes," replied Hermione. "When will they be ready?"

"In three days. The plaster has to fully dry for twenty-four hours and then I need another day for manufacturing. We also make bespoke strap-on harnesses made of the finest full grain leather and an engraved sterling silver holding ring. Would any of you be interested?"

"No, we…" Hermione started to say.

"I want one," Ginny interrupted enthusiastically. "Could I see one?"

"Normally I only have photos, but today I happen to have one that is ready to be picked up. It's at the counter, I'll be right back," Tessa said as she left the room.

Harry came out dressed from the bathroom just as the older woman was returning.

"Wow," Ginny exclaimed admiringly as Tessa proudly showed her the harness. "That looks so pretty."

The black leatherwork on the harness included small blind stamped flowers all around the edges. The red stitchwork was exquisite. If Ginny didn't know better, she would have guessed it was a work of art rather than a dildo holder. It looked like a pair of sexy leather knickers with a garter belt.

"What is that?" Harry asked innocently.

"It's a strap-on harness," Tessa replied ignoring his blush and turning to Ginny. "It would be the perfect complement to your new dildo. The holding ring is sterling silver engraved with a Celtic pattern. Touch the leather, Mrs Potter," she added handing her the harness. "That's full grain lambskin leather."

Ginny extended the material to Hermione and Larry for them to touch it also. "That's softer than your balls, Harry," the redhead said amazed before blushing when everyone laughed.

"I want to order one," Ginny eagerly said to the older woman.

"You haven't asked for the price yet," Hermione interrupted.

Ginny rolled her eyes dramatically. "How much is it?"

"This one is £550.00 Pounds, but considering Mr Potter's girth," she said unconsciously looking down at his crotch, "one for you could be around £625.00 Pounds. The bespoke silver holding ring is a significant part of the cost."

"I'll take it," Ginny said as soon as she finished.

"In that case I need you to strip down to your underwear so I can take your measurements."

"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked as Ginny undressed.

"That I can't wait to see her wearing it… without the dildo."

The redhead stood in front of Tessa wearing only lime-coloured knickers and a bra. The older woman started to carefully measure her waist, hips, inseam, thighs and writing the numbers in her notebook.

"You have a lovely athletic body, Mrs Potter," Tessa said admiringly as she measured.

"She should have," Hermione said absent mindedly. "She's a professional athlete."

Too late, the brunette realized she had made a mistake.

"Really, what sport do you play?" Tessa asked with interest.

Ginny's eyes went wide and looked at Harry and Hermione for help.

"She's a footballer," Harry interjected.

"I must confess I don't follow women's football. What position do you play?"

"I'm a Chaser," Ginny said proudly. "I have an excellent chance of being part of Team England for the next World Cup."

Tessa looked up puzzled.

"Ginny is a centre-forward," Harry intervened.

"She jokes that she's a Chaser, because she is always chasing after the ball," Hermione added with a forced chuckle.

"I've never watched women's football," Tessa said sincerely, "but I look forward to watching you on the telly at the next World Cup."

"Thanks." Ginny said shyly.

"We're done, Mrs Potter. You can dress."

"Shouldn't you get a matching leather bra," Harry said suddenly. "I bet it would look great with that… thing."

"You have been picturing it in your mind. Haven't you?" Ginny said smiling knowingly. "That's a great idea, Love." She turned towards Tessa. "Can you make one?"

"Of course. Take off your bra and stand straight… You're a B-cup, right?"

The top measurements were finished quickly, and Ginny was soon fully dressed.

"If you allow me, I would like to include a small silver ring between the two cups, to mirror the one on the crotch," Tessa said as she drew a rough design on a piece of paper with pencil. "The stitchwork will have lots of loops and the blind stamping will be more extensive so it has a lacy look. What do you think?"

"I think you're very talented," Ginny said looking at the rough design she had quickly drawn. "Did you study Art?"

"I studied Art and Design at Oxford," Tessa replied proudly. "I take my work seriously. I will call you tomorrow to give you the price. I must calculate the cost of materials and the time to manufacture it."

"Don't worry about the price. You have my permission fully express your artistic talent and I expect to pay accordingly," Ginny said. "If you require a deposit, name the amount and we'll pay the rest when it's ready."

"Any questions before you leave?" Tessa asked after she collected the deposit.

"I have one," Hermione said hesitantly. "How do you clean the leather… you know… after… Ginny can…"

Tessa chuckled. "This is a sex shop Ms Granger. You can speak in plain English. I've heard it all before."

Hermione took a deep breath. "Ginny can get dripping wet when she's aroused…"

"Look who's talking," Ginny interjected laughing silently.

"My point is," Hermione pushed on. "Won't it ruin the leather?"

"That's a good question. The leather is infused with leather wax to protect it, but it should be washed after sex with saddle soap and dried by hand with towels or wipes. After it dries completely you must condition the leather and apply wax again. I will show you how to take care of it when it's finished.

"If there are no more questions, I'll see you in a few days."

The trio stepped out to the showroom, leaving Tessa in the workshop. They looked around the displays and asked the young saleswoman several questions about the products for sale. There was a glass showcase with a sign indicating that the items there were made of 18 carat gold.

"Could I interest the gentleman in a gold cock ring?" the saleswoman asked evenly. "It can be custom made and engraved."

Without waiting for an answer, she took out the cock ring out of the display case and showed it to him. "It will prolong your erections," she said looking at Ginny and Hermione.

Harry's face went pink, making the two witches laugh.

"We got no problem there," Hermione said chuckling.

"Maybe a pair of gold chained nipple clamps for the lady," the saleswoman transitioned seamlessly. She had obviously noticed the two well defined points on Hermione's blouse.

The brunette blushed like a Weasley. "I actually was more interested on those," she said pointing.

"You are obviously a connoisseur. Those are also my favourites," she said taking out three different sized golden anal plugs. "These are not solid gold, but gold plated over silver. We could make them in solid gold for you if you wish."

"How much are they?"

Twenty minutes later, the three young lovers left Harlot's Bazaar with a few shopping bags. Ginny had bought some very sexy crotchless knickers and shelf bras; Harry had bought a twelve-sided dice that showed a different sexual position on each side, and Hermione was carrying a set of gold-plated anal plugs.

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