Potter Productions: Chapter 1

A/N: For those of you that read the Story Ideas post this was first featured in, you can see a bit has changed since I first came up with this . I decided to make it mainly Harry/Gabrielle instead of Harry/Lavender, although Lavender will still be in the story. I don't use Gabrielle that much, and I thought this was a good opportunity to give her character some love. I should also explain why posts have slowed down lately. I've been dealing with some persistent mental and physical health issues and every time I think I've got them beat, they come back with a vengeance. I'm trying to get back to my normal writing pace as quickly as possible, but I just want to say I really appreciate all of you that have stuck around despite everything. It means the world to me. And I know that I've started yet another new story, but this one shouldn't be too long. I haven't abandoned any of my longer stories. It's just that focusing on new ideas helps inspire me to get back to work. I'll be updating Thrown Back, The Hero They Needed, and A Friend in Need as soon as I can. Thanks again for sticking with me, and I hope you all enjoy the new story. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. Take care, and I'll see you soon.

Potter Productions

Chapter 1

Harry sat in the living room of the newly remodeled Grimmauld Place, flipping through a Quidditch magazine when the doorbell rang. The fact that there was no shrieking from Walburga’s portrait, which was now safely stored in the attic, brought a smile to his face. As he got to his feet, Kreacher ambled into the room, a dirty rag clutched in his hands.

“Would Master like me to send them away?” he asked hopefully.

“Not this time, Kreacher,” Harry said. “I’ve been expecting this one.”

“Is this Master’s new guest?” Kreacher asked with a frown.

“I believe so,” Harry replied, making his way to the door.

Kreacher muttered under his breath as he followed after him. Harry smiled to himself and opened the front door.

“’Arry!”

He barely had time to brace himself before a tall, stunningly beautiful young woman slammed into his chest. Her ample breasts flattened against his as she tilted her head up and kissed his cheek.

“It’s good to see you too, Gabrielle,” he chuckled.

Gabrielle took a step back and beamed. She was no longer the little girl he’d help pull from the Black Lake. At eighteen, she was now a gorgeous young woman with all the sinful curves and devastating beauty he’d come to expect from Veela.

During the Triwizard Tournament, he’d thought she looked like a miniature version of Fleur, but now that she’d grown up, he had to amend that thought. Where Fleur was tall, elegant, and, frankly, a bit stuck up, Gabrielle was of average height, bubbly, and down to earth.

“You’ve grown up a lot since the last time I saw you,” Harry noted with a smile. “Come on in. Kreacher, can you take her bags up to her room?”

“Of course, Master,” Kreacher said.

Grumbling even as he bowed deeply, he popped onto the stoop, grabbed Gabrielle’s bags, and then vanished.

“How was your trip?” Harry asked, escorting Gabrielle into the house.

“Long,” she sighed. “Ze international Portkey’s always make me feel sick.”

“Do you need a lie-down?” he asked as they ascended the stairs.

“No, I’m fine,” she said. “I visited Fleur before I came ‘ere.”

“How’s she doing?” Harry asked.

Gabrielle sighed, “Zis pregnancy is making her so irritable. Don’t tell ‘er I said zis, but I’m glad zey don’t ‘ave room for me.”

Harry chuckled as they reached the top of the stairs.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” he said, patting her shoulder. “How’s Bill handling things?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “’E was hiding in ‘is shed ze whole time I was zere.”

“I think that runs in the family,” Harry smiled, thinking of all the time Arthur spent in his shed.

They stopped outside the second door on the left. It was the room Hermione had used when they had briefly stayed there during the war. It, too, had been remodeled. The falling wallpaper had been replaced by a fresh coat of light blue paint, and the worn, blood-red carpet had been swapped for a thick, cream-colored shag. The only things that remained from the old room were the antique vanity, wardrobe, and bed, although Harry had replaced all of the mattresses.

“Here we are,” he said. “Feel free to change anything you want.”

“Zis is perfect,” Gabrielle beamed. “Zank you.”

She turned, hugged him tightly, and kissed both of his cheeks. Harry hugged her back and tried not to think about how nice she felt pressed up against him.

“Well, I’ll go get started on dinner while you get settled,” he said.

As Gabrielle excitedly unpacked her bags, he turned and made his way back downstairs. They had dinner an hour later, and they spent the meal catching up. Harry didn’t do much of the talk, but that was fine with him. The entire world knew what he’d been up to for the last few years, and he enjoyed the way she animatedly told him all about her school and friends.

Once they’d finished eating, they settled on the living room couch next to the fire. Harry nursed a glass of Firewhiskey while Gabrielle sampled a bottle of red wine Kracher had brought up from the basement.

“So, Fleur mentioned you were hoping to find work,” he said.

“Yes,” Gabrielle smiled. “I’m working as a model right now, but ever since Fleur showed me ‘Ermione’s film projector, I’ve really wanted to make films.”

Harry grinned. Hermione had discovered a way to record memories onto film and then show them using an enchanted projector. Originally, it had been used to display memories during the Death Eater trials, but since then, a few intrepid wizards had picked it up and started to make films. The market wasn’t large yet – there weren’t enough films to justify buying a projector for most people – but it was growing quickly.

“’Old on, I’ll show you.”

Harry watched bemusedly as Gabrielle stood and bounced up the stairs. She returned a couple of minutes later with an arm full of magazines and retook her seat. Grabbing the top magazine, she flipped to a marked page and handed it to him.

“Zis was my first photo shoot,” she said.

Although it was written in French, Harry could tell it was some kind of women’s catalog just by the pictures. In one of them, Gabrielle was wearing a thin, pink summer dress. Her picture smiled widely as she twisted this way and that, showing off the dress and genuinely looking like she was having the time of her life while doing it. Just looking at it brought a smile to his face.

“Wow,” Harry said. “You look great.”

“Zank you,” Gabrielle smiled.

Taking the magazine back, she opened the next one and placed it in his hand. In it, Gabrielle was featured in a full-page ad for yoga pants that looked like they were painted on. She did a series of squats, jutting her bum toward the camera over and over before bending her head down to her toes. It was an impressive display of flexibility that presented him with a fantastic view of her bum and legs.

“Wow,” Harry said, swallowing thickly.

As she pulled the magazine from his hands, he reached for his Firewhiskey and took a sip. The next magazine she placed in his lap nearly caused him to spit it out. He swallowed harshly, his eyes watering as he stared down at the picture of Gabrielle.

She wore a full set of black lingerie, including stockings and suspenders. The bra looked a size too small for her ample breasts, and he swore he could see just a hint of a pale pink areola as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled. Somehow, her smile managed to look both promising and innocent at the same time, her expression playful but naughty.

“Zis one’s my favorite,” she said.

“Er, I can see why,” Harry said. “I didn’t even know the Wizarding World had this kind of fashion.”

Gabrielle looked at him in surprise and then giggled.

“’Aven’t you ever read Witch Weekly?”

“Can’t say that I have,” Harry admitted.

Rifling through her stack of magazines, she pulled out a copy of Witch Weekly, flipped through the pages, and placed it in his lap. Harry blinked down in surprise at the scantily clad women smiling at him. Each of them wore just a bra that boasted the latest and greatest supportive charms and no-pinch, wand-operated clasps.

“I’m not in zis one,” Gabrielle said. “I just got zis for research.”

Harry wished he’d done a bit more research during his Hogwarts years.

“Do you have any jobs lined up?” he asked, handing back the magazine.

“I have a shoot in a couple of days,” Gabrielle smiled. “Would you go wiz me? I’m a little nervous being in a new country.”

Harry’s first instinct was to decline. He still got too much attention for comfort when he went out in public. But then he thought about Gabrielle parading around in a bra in front of some slimy photographer, and it filled him with a sense of protectiveness.

“Sure, I’ll tag along,” he said.

Gabrielle beamed and hugged him tightly.

“Zank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Harry smiled. “Not like I have anything better to do.”

She pulled back, and her smile turned sympathetic.

“Are you still looking for work?” she asked.

“There’s plenty of places willing to hire me. I just don’t know what I want to do,” Harry sighed. “I thought I’d be happy as an Auror, but I hated playing politics to get ahead. I’m sure I’ll figure out something eventually.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay to stay ‘ere?” Gabrielle asked.

“Quite sure,” Harry smiled. “My parents and Godfather left me a small fortune, and I’m still making decent money from that autobiography Hermione helped me write.”

“’Ave you thought about Quidditch?” she asked.

“I like it well enough, but I’m not obsessed enough to play professionally,” he shrugged.

“Maybe you just need some time to discover yourself,” Gabrielle suggested.

“Maybe.”

They talked for hours before finally calling it a night. As he slept, Harry dreamed of Gabrielle parading around the house in increasingly revealing outfits while he took photos. He tried to shake those thoughts by having a cold shower, but his efforts were ruined when he entered the kitchen to find her picking at a bowl of fruit in nothing but an oversized white T-shirt and, he assumed, a pair of knickers.

“Morning,” he said.

“Good morning,” Gabrielle smiled. “Coffee?”

Harry nodded and took a seat at the table. As she walked over to the cupboard, he could tell just from the way her large breasts bounced that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Turning away, she stretched onto her toes to reach the coffee cups and revealed she was indeed wearing knickers under her shirt. A red, lacy pair that clung tightly to her generous curves. He was only given a brief glimpse before her shirt fell back into place. Shaking his head, he turned to butter some toast to stop himself from ogling his house guest.

“Any plans for today?” he asked.

“I need to get some zings from ze shops,” Gabrielle said. “Will you come wiz me?”

“Sure,” Harry smiled.

Gabrielle beamed as she set a cup of coffee down in front of him. Kissing his cheek, she turned and skipped happily over to the refrigerator, causing her breasts to bounce wildly under her shirt. He could even see a trace of her nipples pressing against the thick cotton.

Harry’s resolution to stop ogling her had lasted all of five seconds.

An hour later, and with Gabrielle properly dressed, they headed to Diagon Alley. They made their way around the shops, picking up basic amenities, a few articles of warmer clothing, and a few other odds and ends to make her feel more at home. Harry insisted on paying for everything, including lunch, and briefly protesting at the first two shops, Gabrielle let him.

Harry found himself just as enthralled with Gabrielle’s company as he was her beauty. She darted from one place to the next with boundless curiosity and an endless smile. But he wasn’t the only one to be enthralled by her presence. Several young men eyed her appreciatively along the alley. Harry was quick to position himself between them and Gabrielle and sent them away with a quick glare.

Gabrielle caught him the second time it happened, but surprisingly, her only response was to smile, kiss his cheek, and loop her arm through his.

After a few hours of dragging him around every store in the alley, they returned to Grimmauld Place. Gabrielle disappeared upstairs to put away her newly acquired belongings while Harry made dinner, and by the time she returned, she’d already changed into a more comfortable outfit. She had replaced her jeans with a pair of short pink shorts and her long-sleeve shirt and jacket with a thin tank top. Once again, her distinct lack of bra was easily noticeable.

They spent the rest of the evening exchanging humorous stories from their school days, laughing and joking late into the night. Gabrielle was the first to call it a night. She wanted to get to bed early so she would be ready for her first modeling job in Britain. Harry stayed up a little longer to finish his Firewhiskey before he, too, called it a night.

On his way to bed, as he passed through the living room, he noticed Gabrielle’s magazines still sitting on the coffee table from the night before and paused. After a moment of internal deliberation, he grabbed one – the one he knew contained the photo of her in lingerie – and carried it upstairs.

Harry woke early the next morning and made sure to replace the borrowed magazine before heading into the kitchen to make breakfast. Gabrielle joined him just as he pulled the brioche out of the oven, freshly showered and wearing a purple silk robe.

Smiling sweetly, she thanked him, kissed his cheek, and sat down to eat.

“So, where’s this photoshoot?” Harry asked.

“At ze Witch Weekly office in Swindon,” Gabrielle said. “I need to be zere at ten.”

Harry nodded and checked his watch. They ate a quick breakfast before getting dressed and heading out a few minutes early. He side-along Apparated Gabrielle to Swindon, and they walked through the sprawling streets before they found the Witch Weekly office. It was across the street from the Town Gardens, tucked behind a bowling club. Stepping inside, they were greeted by a small, plain office with four chairs lined against the wall and a bored receptionist in her late twenties filing her nails.

“Welcome to the Witch Weekly office, do you have an appointment?” she asked in a dull monotone.

“I’m Gabrielle Delacour, I’m ‘ere for my photoshoot,” Gabrielle said brightly, bouncing on her toes with excitement.

The receptionist sighed and ran her long, red nail down the appointment list.

“You’re with Marcus,” she said. “He’s in studio three. Just head through that door, turn right, and it’s the second door on the left.”

“Zank you,” Gabrielle smiled.

Grabbing Harry’s hand, she pulled him through the door the receptionist had indicated and down a long hall. The second door on the left was already open when they reached it. At the back of the large room sat a white backdrop surrounded by four bright lights. The rest of the room was cluttered by racks of clothes and the oddest assortment of props that Harry had ever seen. Among them was a giant candy cane, an innertube shaped like a rubber duck, old brooms, a massive cauldron, and a suit of armor. In the center of the room, a man who looked to be in his forties stopped fiddling with his camera and looked up as they entered.

“Hello,” he said excitedly. “You must be Gabrielle. Oh, my dear, you are fabulous! The camera is just going to love you! And as I live and breathe, you’re Harry Potter. Oh, where are my manners today? I’m Marcus; I’ll be your photographer.”

He shook their hands enthusiastically, and Harry relaxed slightly. Marcus was clearly Seeking for the other team. Glancing between the two of them, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at Gabrielle excitedly.

“Boyfriend?” he asked.

“Oh, non,” she giggled. “’Arry is a family friend. I asked ‘im to come because I’m nervous being in a new country. I ‘ope that’s alright.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, dear,” Marcus smiled. “You wouldn’t believe the number of boyfriends that march in here all worried I’m going to steal their girlfriends. Now, then, let’s get you dressed. You can change behind the curtain. The clothes are on the rack. Feel free to wear them in any order you like.”

“Okay,” Gabrielle smiled.

As she disappeared behind a partition and Marcus returned to finish setting up his camera, Harry found a chair and took a seat. When she stepped back out a few moments later, she was wearing a set of body-hugging, dark blue robes.

“Wonderful!” Marcus said, adjusting the lights slightly with his wand as he stepped behind his camera. “Give us a smile… great, now give me sassy!”

Gabrielle turned away from the camera, looked back over her shoulder, and winked, a light smirk turning up the corner of her lips.

“Perfect!” Marcus cheered. “Now, give me playful!”

She turned back to face the camera, flipping her hair over her shoulder in the process, and smiled teasingly.

“That’s it! Work it, girl!”

Harry covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. Gabrielle caught his eye and burst into a fit of giggles before focusing back on Marcus.

“Ooh, you are gorgeous!” Marcus said, straightening up from behind the camera. “The editor is going to love you. I think that’s a wrap on that outfit. Let’s move on to the next one.”

Smiling, Gabrielle pranced back behind the partition to change. She returned much quicker this time, wearing nothing but a pair of pale blue boy shorts and a sports bra.

“Huh, I didn’t even know the Wizarding World had clothes like that,” Harry muttered.

“Oh, it’s relatively new,” Marcus said. “It’s been so exciting since the end of the war. There are so many new fashions coming in from the Muggle world. It’s so much better than those stuffy old robes I used to photograph every week. Now, where on earth did I put those weights? I think there… ah, here they are!”

He pulled a small pair of iron dumbbells from a bin, handed them to Gabrielle, and ran back behind the camera.

“Ok, lift them a few times… good, good… now, give me determined… perfect!” Marcus said, snapping away with his camera.

As they continued to shoot different poses and expressions, Harry let his gaze wander over Gabrielle. His eyes trailed down the swell of her breasts to her tight, toned midriff and then down further to the flare of her wide hips. Several times, she turned to the side, giving him a spectacular view of her firm, round bum, and long, smooth legs.

“Wonderful!” Marcus declared, slightly out of breath. “Let’s move on to the next one.”

Neither of Gabrielle’s next two outfits was as visually appealing as the workout outfit, but Harry still enjoyed watching her beautiful face as she cycled through an array of expressions. The fifth and final outfit she put on was a Hogwarts uniform. As she stepped back in front of the white backdrop, Harry swore the skirt looked a couple of inches shorter than was allowed.

“You look great, my dear,” Marcus smiled. “This one is for Madam Malkin, so nothing special, but I think I know a way we can increase the chances of your photos getting picked.”

Smile still in place, he turned to look at Harry, who stiffened nervously.

“I don’t suppose I could talk you into throwing on a uniform, could I?” he asked.

“Er…”

“Oh, please, ‘Arry,” Gabrielle said, fluttering her eyelashes.

Harry took one look at her expression and caved.

“I guess,” he sighed.

Gabrielle cheered and clapped excitedly as Marcus handed him a uniform. He stepped behind the partition, stripped down quickly, placed his clothes next to Gabrielle’s, and donned the uniform. They felt a bit loose when he put them on, but the moment he finished getting dressed, they tightened around him until they fit snugly.

“Er, are these clothes supposed to move?” he called, tugging at the uncomfortably tight collar.

“That’s just the Re-sizing Charm,” Marcus yelled back.

With a sigh, Harry ran a hand through his hair and stepped out from behind the partition. He felt unusually self-conscious as he stepped next to Gabrielle in front of the bright lights.

“Oh, you two are adorable,” Marcus grinned. “Now, let’s just get a few shots of you standing next to each other.”

Harry flinched and blinked the first couple of times the flash went off, nearly blinding him. He quickly learned to stare at a spot slightly to the left of the camera to preserve what remained of his already bad eyesight.

“Relax your shoulders, Harry,” Marcus said.

With a conscious effort, he did.

“Good, now look to the left and act like you’re waving to friends,” he said.

Harry felt incredibly awkward as he waved to a blank wall. Even to himself, his movements felt stiff and unnatural compared to Gabrielle, who looked completely at ease and carefree.

“Wonderful! Now, put your arms around each other and give us a smile.”

Gabrielle wrapped her arm around Harry’s waist, and he tossed an arm over her shoulders as they turned back to face the camera.

“Give him a kiss,” Marcus called.

Harry stiffened, but before he could say anything, Gabrielle turned and planted her lips against his cheek.

“Oh, don’t look so scared of a pretty girl, Harry,” he scolded. “Relax! Have some fun!”

Gabrielle pulled back and giggled as he relaxed his shoulders. Leaning forward again, she pressed her lips against his cheek and kicked one of her legs up in the air behind her.

“Brilliant!” Marcus called. “Just a couple more… perfect. Now, Gabrielle, you stand in front, and Harry, you wrap your arms around her. Look like a couple.”

They shifted positions, and Harry wrapped his arms around Gabrielle’s waist. Her bum pressed against his groin as she leaned back against him.

“Come on, Harry. Smile! You’re in love!” he encouraged.

Harry forced a smile on his lips. It must have looked as unnatural as it felt.

“Bigger smile, Harry. Bigger.”

Gabrielle tilted her head back to look up at him and giggled. Harry blew out a breath and tried to focus on not looking like an idiot when she suddenly stood up on her toes and kissed the bottom of his chin. He blinked in surprise and looked down at her. The moment their eyes met, they both burst into giggles.

“That’s it!” Marcus yelled. “Much better. Now, look at the camera and give her a kiss.”

Harry tightened his arms around Gabrielle. As he leaned forward to brush his lips against her cheek, she moved as well, causing the bottom of her breasts to rest on his forearms and her bum to grind against his pelvis.

“Perfect, you two. Perfect. And… done!” Marcus declared, straightening up.

“Sorry. Am I early?”

Harry squinted against the lights shining in his eyes to see who had spoken, but all he could make out was a blurry figure standing in the doorway.

“Oh my goodness, is it eleven already?” Marcus asked, checking his watch. “I’m so sorry, Lavender. I got so excited I lost track of time.”

“No problem.”

“Lavender?” Harry asked.

Letting go of Gabrielle, he stepped out of the light. He was barely able to see when Lavender Brown appeared and hugged him tightly.

“Harry!” she squealed. “It’s so good to see you! I didn’t know you were modeling!”

“Er, I’m not, really,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I just came to support Gabrielle. She’s staying with me until she can get a place of her own. I just got roped into taking a few pictures.”

“I see,” Lavender smiled as she shook Gabrielle’s hand. “I’m Lavender. Have we met before? You look kind of familiar.”

“I’m Fleur’s sister,” Gabrielle said.

“Oh, I remember now!” Lavender exclaimed. “You’re the one Harry and Ron pulled out of the lake! What brings you all the way to England? I’d have thought they’d have better modeling jobs in France.”

“Zey do, but I want to make films,” Gabrielle said.

“Ah,” Lavender smiled. “Well, you picked a good time. They’re building a brand new studio in London, but that won’t be finished for a while. The only acting jobs they have right now are for erotic films.”

“You mean like porn?” Harry asked.

“I prefer to think of them as erotic dramas,” Lavender smirked.

“’Ave you done any?” Gabrielle asked.

“A couple,” Lavender shrugged.

“Really?” Gabrielle asked excitedly. “Where can we find zem?”

“There’s a new store in Diagon Alley called Lucinda’s that sells them.”

“Lavender,” Marcus called. “You can start getting changed. I just need a few minutes to finish setting up.”

“Alright!” Lavender called back. “Harry, why don’t you go first.”

Harry nodded, stepped behind the partition, and quickly changed back into his clothes. Gabrielle and Lavender were deep in conversation, barely sparing him a glance as they stepped behind the partition together. A couple of minutes later, Gabrielle reappeared wearing the clothes she’d come in with. A moment later, Lavender stepped out wearing a sheer pink robe lined with white fur around the collar, hem, and cuffs, a pair of white knickers, and absolutely nothing else.

Harry gawked at her large breasts before he caught himself and desperately tried to look anywhere else.

“Er, is that allowed in Witch Weekly?” he asked.

“I’m doing a shoot for PlayWitch,” Lavender grinned.

“Oh,” Harry said, swallowing thickly.

“Lavender, darling, you look fantastic,” Marcus exclaimed, clapping his hands. “You know, Gabrielle, I could put in a word with Glen at PlayWitch and get you a shoot if you’re interested.”

“Ooh, we could do a shoot together!” Lavender said excitedly.

“I would love to,” Gabrielle beamed.

“I’ll let him know,” Marcus smiled. “Ready, Lavender?”

“Ready!” Lavender said.

Turning to Gabrielle, she pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheeks.

“It was lovely meeting you, Gabby,” she said.

Then, she turned to Harry and pulled him into a hug as well. He wrapped his arms loosely around her, feeling slightly awkward and aroused by her state of undress.

“It was great seeing you again, Harry. We should get lunch sometime and catch up.”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry said, training his eyes determinedly on her face as he pulled back. “That’d be great.”

Lavender grinned, kissed his cheek, and walked over to stand in front of the backdrop. With a wave of Marcus’ wand, the plain white paper turned into the image of an opulent bedroom. Gabrielle looped her arm through Harry’s, and they turned to leave the studio.

“It’s a little early, but do you want to stop and get lunch on the way home?” he asked.

“Can we go to Diagon Alley first?” Gabrielle asked hopefully. “I want to find zat film of Lavender.”

“Sure,” Harry smiled and shrugged.

Clasping her hand, he turned and Disapparated.