Chapter 7: Gripes, Groans, and Ginevra Weasley
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Chapter 6: Gripes, Groans, and Ginevra Weasley
Practice had been nominally successful in Harry's opinion. At least enough for him to feel confident about their chances tomorrow against Slytherin. Perhaps the team wasn't at the same level they had been under Wood and Angelina, but Harry had to practically build up their player base from scratch. He liked to think he's done a well enough job so far, especially considering it was only the first month of term.
He was certain the team would improve, and winning tomorrow would go a long ways towards their improvement.
It almost made him wish Cammi could watch one of his games sometimes. Despite the impossibility of the notion, seeing Cammi dressed up in a copy of his quidditch jersey while cheering loudly from the stands would certainly be a sight.
The tattooed vixen was an adamant football fan in her daily life. He'd personally seen how amped she could get over a sport after watching her jump around her flat, screaming at the telly while they watched the second round of the premier league. Liverpool beating Arsenal 2 - 0 had Cammi throwing the windows open with the loudest cheer he'd ever heard. He could only imagine her reaction when he catches the snitch.
Sadly, this small fantasy of his would likely never live to see the light of day. Cammi was still, unfortunately, a muggle, with absolutely no concept of magic.
It wasn't as if he couldn't tell her. There was nothing physically stopping him from admitting he was a wizard. Hell, he could even prove it now that the ministry was off his back about magic outside of Hogwarts. Sure- It would break the whole 'Statute of Secrecy' thing, but Harry couldn't give a bollocks about that stupid law.
No, Harry could tell her, but that would mean endangering her to his world as well. The Wizarding World was a dangerous place, even more so with Voldemort on the rise. If Cammi knew the truth, she'd just be at even more risk against the Dark Lord and his cronies, and a muggle had practically no chance against them. Harry could never willingly put Cammi in danger like that. So as much as it pained him to keep up the ruse, it was necessary to keep her safe.
He only hoped she could forgive him when he was gone. She'd likely never know what happened to him, only that he up and disappeared one day. No calls, no letters, nothing to show that he didn't abandon her but simply died due to the whims of some bullshite prophecy and a psychotic wanker whose paranoia overwhelmed his common sense.
Harry scoffed to himself and lit a cigarette with the tip of his finger. He'd need to go into town for another pack soon. The nearest muggle village wasn't too far by broom ride. He could go this weekend after the game.
It was dark by the time he left the quidditch pitch. Everyone else had trudged back up to the castle long ago. Only Harry was left to make the journey back on his lonesome, not that he complained. He always enjoyed a quiet evening walk to reflect.
He had stayed behind after practice to ensure everything was ready for the match. The equipment was polished and inventoried, the starting and reserve roster was turned into Madame Hooch's office, and most importantly- an owl order was sent off to Fred and George for their biggest crate of firewhiskey they had. Not an official product of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but the twins always had a stock lying about for celebrations. Harry was merely requesting a nice hefty portion of that stock. How else were they supposed to celebrate their win?
…Plus Lavender did say she and Parvati always got a bit intimate when firewhiskey was involved.
Harry's mind was filled with unbidden thoughts of the two gossiping temptresses locked in a deep, sensual kiss. Their soft, curvy bodies intertwined with not a single stitch of clothing in sight. The soft moans that escaped their lips as both girls' hands began to wander- as Harry's own hands joined them and began to explore every dip and crevice of their plush curves and supple flesh- Harry could imagine it all and it filled his blood with a fiery determination to win tomorrow.
The walk back from the quidditch pitch took almost no time at all. The light of the moon guided his path well enough along the way. As he approached the castle, he was surprised to find another figure waiting for him. Even with the absence of daylight obscuring most things from his sight, Harry still knew exactly who the figure was just by the sheer fiery redness of their hair. Ginny's bright red locks practically shined in the moonlight, casting an almost ethereal glow onto her pale freckled face. Harry was caught off guard by just how pretty she looked in that moment, but he wasn't exactly surprised. Ginny had always been a very beautiful girl. The only reason he'd never pursued her romantically was because of her blatant hero worship of him, something that had irked him to no end. Thankfully the girl seemed to have shaken that habit and was now someone he could consider a close friend.
"Waiting for me?" He smiled.
Ginny looked up at his approach and pushed off the stone column she'd been leaning against with a nod. "Knew you'd be staying behind tonight."
Harry nodded and slowed his pace to allow the redhead to fall into step beside him ."You could've hung back at the pitch you know? Beats standing around here in the cold."
"Probably, but then we'd both be walking back in the cold and miss dinner." At her words, the young chaser produced a small bag from within her robes. "Figured you'd be hungry so I snagged us a couple sandwiches from the kitchen."
Harry was indeed hungry. He had intended to visit the kitchens himself after curfew but this was a good alternative. They walked a little longer, coming across one of the smaller courtyards soon enough and settled themselves down on a bench by a fountain depicting kindly merfolk spraying water from their mouths.
"Thanks," Harry muttered as Ginny passed him a sandwich. They ate in silence for a bit, both of them simply enjoying the simple company of each other. Finally, when all the crumbs were swept away and the trash vanished, Harry decided it was time to confront the girl's real reasons for her ambush.
"So I take it you wanted to talk about what you saw with me and Katie this morning?" He said offhandedly.
If Ginny was surprised by his question she didn't show it. Instead, the girl simply sat picking at a stray stitch on the hem of her hand-me-down robe, her mouth furrowed into a small frown.
"Gin' it's okay. I'm not mad or anything."
Ginny sighed and finally ripped the stitch out. "Are you and Katie dating?" She asked bluntly.
Harry wasn't surprised about her outburst. Ginny had never been a 'beat around the bush' sort of person so her question was expected.
"No, we're not dating."
"But you are shagging?"
"Yes. Sort of a friends-with-benefits type of situation I suppose." He explained.
Ginny nodded but her frown seemed to only deepen. "And Hermione?"
Harry paused at that. He didn't think Ginny knew about him and Hermione. Sure on the train she may have expected, but he and Hermione had been careful not to clue anyone else in on their physical relationship. Lavender and Parvati knowing was already a risk, no matter how much Harry trusted the two vixens' word.
Still, he couldn't lie to Ginny even if he wanted to. The fiery redhead could sniff out a lie a mile away. She'd know he wasn't being truthful before he even opened his mouth. Harry groaned internally. Despite his fears, Ginny did deserve to know the truth. She hadn't said a word to anyone about him and Katie after all, so he highly doubted she'd do the same about him and one of her closest friends.
"Same situation I suppose." He said with a small sigh.
Ginny hummed lightly at his response. She seemed to take a moment to contemplate his words and weigh them in her mind. After a few moments, the ginger girl nodded and stood.
"Okay then. That's all I needed I think."
Before he could question what she meant, Ginny reached down once more for the hem of her robe. With a single tug, the thick material was thrown over her head to reveal her shirtless chest framed ethereally in the moonlight. Harry's eyes immediately locked on her nude breasts. The two small mounds were barely bigger than a handful each but sat perfectly perky on the chaser's thin frame. The pale flesh of her tits was covered with a smattering of freckles that served to draw his eyes directly to her two nipples. The quarter-sized nubs reacted with the cool night air, standing now crinkled and stiffened as Ginny shivered momentarily from the cold.
"Well?" Ginny asked impatiently. Her face had turned a healthy shade of red since he last looked at her, yet she stood proudly- arms at her side and made no move to cover herself.
Harry stood without a word. Green eyes remained glued to the redhead's own coffee-brown orbs as he approached. Ginny shifted slightly at the intensity of his gaze but she remained steadfast, keeping her eyes level with his in some small act of defiance.
The young chaser flinched when his hand grazed against her cheek. She sucked in a small breath but didn't move away as he cupped her cheek.
"Gin' are you sure about this?" He asked in a low voice.
Ginny nodded with a bite of her lip. Her brown eyes were full of an emotion he could hardly describe but there was not an ounce of hesitation hidden within them. Slowly, Harry leaned forward, capturing her lips in a soft and slow kiss.
Ginny inhaled sharply through her nose. He could practically feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as they flushed red but the younger witch surprised him by deepening the kiss with a small strangled moan. Harry took it in stride, letting her move things along at her own pace. It began with Ginny's lips opening just a fraction of an inch, enough for Harry to suck gently on her bottom lip. Ginny whimpered and pressed herself firmly against Harry's form, enough to where Harry could feel the stiff points of her nipples through his shirt.
Just as things were starting to heat up, a cool gust of wind blew in from out of nowhere. Ginny squeaked and pulled away from him, rubbing her hands over her arms in a vain attempt to stave off the cold. Harry chuckled and quickly collected the redhead's discarded robe.
"How about we go find someplace a bit warmer yeah?" He said, throwing the garment over her shoulders snuggly.
Ginny smiled sheepishly and nodded, wrapping herself up tightly in her robe.
Harry led the girl through one of the many unused entrances into the castle. It was nearly curfew, and while there wasn't too much risk of getting caught at the moment, Harry wasn't keen on taking many chances. With his knowledge of the castle thanks to the map, he knew of a handful of different places they could settle for the night. Places where they weren't at risk of being disturbed.
The Room of Requirement was the obvious choice, but Harry would rather keep its usage to a minimum. They'd drawn enough attention to it the year before, plus he doubted Ginny wanted to climb all the way up to the seventh floor in her current state of undress.
There was a multitude of guest rooms hidden among the castle for various guests and recent grad-workers could use when needed. One of those would be perfect and luckily there was one such room close by.
Descending down into the dungeons, Harry led Ginny past the kitchens and Hufflepuff dormitories, all the way down until they'd gone past many of the storerooms and were very nearly upon the Slytherin dorms. There sat a painting like any other in the castle, one depicting a lone cottage upon a faraway hill. Ginny looked at him confused at first but Harry offered her only a wink.
Raising his hand, Harry knocked 6 times in the tune of 'Sing a Song of Sixpence'. They both watched as the painting's depiction shifted, rolling over the vast hill and coming to a stop just in front of the distant cabin's wooden door. A soft 'click' was heard as the door finally came into full view and the painting swung open, revealing a large bedroom fit with a queen-sized bed, blanket chest, and a claw-foot bathtub nestled in the corner. A fire was already lit in the room's small hearth, casting a warm glow about the otherwise darkened interior.
Ginny bit her lip and cast a searching gaze his way. Harry gave her a light smirk in response and placed a light smack against her bum. She yelped in surprise before quickly clamping her mouth shut and giving him a heatless glare.
"Fucking prat." She muttered and ducked inside the room.
Harry just laughed and stepped inside as well, closing the hidden door behind him with a soft click.
They only make it halfway into the room, barely past the chest full of spare blankets and threadbare rug on the floor, before their desire becomes too strong.
Ginny's mouth is on his first, the heat of the fiery chaser's body cuts through the air like a knife. Harry wraps his arms around her thin waist, leaving gooseflesh along the redheads ribs everywhere he touched. Ginny moans against his mouth as his hands reach the swell of her breasts, her wet tongue slipping easily into the warmth of his mouth while he hums in agreement.. The feel of her breasts beneath his palms has Harry already ragingly hard. He could feel his cock strain against the material of his boxers, wanting nothing more than to be sheathed inside the petite girl's tight quim.
"Touch me," Ginny breathes, her lips ghosting over his. "Oh god Harry please touch me!"
Harry does, kneading the small mounds of flesh almost reverently. Despite their small size, Harry doesn't remember ever touching anything softer . The two pink buds capping each mound of flesh complimented the softness with an underlying hardness that showed plainly the ginger minx's excitement. They called to him alluringly, begging Harry to lavish them with his mouth. Not even a Veela's allure was this strong, and soon enough he found himself scooping the pixie sized girl up by her thighs and walking her over to the bed.
Ginny landed with a soft 'oof' against the plush mattress. Harry gave her no time to adjust before his mouth was on her again, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh of her neck first before descending lower and lower and lower…
"Oh!" Ginny gasped, her hand flying up to thread through his hair as he sucked lightly on the crinkled buds adorning her chest.
Ginny's hands anchor on his shoulders, nails digging into the toned muscle when he takes her nipple fully into his mouth. Humming in delight, he suckles hard and fast, preening at the symphony of moans leaking from the redhead's mouth. Part of him expects Ginny to tell him to slow down- Yet he knew Ginny and patience were never one's to mix well. She doesn't utter a single plea for a reprieve or shout of regret. Ginny only tighten her grip on his hair while the sweetest sounds spill from her lips.
"H-Harry- Oh god!- I n-need you!" The young chaser gasps, propping herself onto her elbows with a pleading look of want.
Harry pulled away from her chest, hands settling gently on the inside of her thighs. "Are you sure Gin'?" He needed to know. He couldn't leave this to chance no matter how much he wanted to ravage the ginger girl's tight cunt. This was his best mate's sister- but more importantly, Ginny was his friend.
Ginn, thankfully, had no intentions of stopping now. With a scowl, the fiery witch reached down and roughly cupped his hardened cock through his trousers. " You are going to fuck me Harry. Again and again and again!- Until I beg you to stop! Got it?"
He barely gave her a single affirming nod before her hand dipped under the hem of his trousers. Fingers, calloused from years training and practicing quidditch, find the shaft of his cock easily enough. Harry groans aloud, the redhead's hand wrapping firmly around his length and sending such delicious sensations through his body.
It's a mirror of the robe that was hastily thrown to the side when he yanks the girl's pants down. To his delight, he found her cunt just as bare as her tits, with no knickers in sight to cover the sweet treasure of his desires. Ginny giggled at his haste, her hands finding the hem of his own pants just as fast as she pulled them down. His cock spilt free from it's denim prison almost instantly, crashing against Ginny's moistened cunt with a light ' smack' and for the girl to grunt in surprise. She tries to clamp her legs shut but Harry stops her. Grabbing her by the widest points of her thighs, he pushes her legs further apart, wider than they were before. It's a small nudge at her limits, a test to see how far she'll let him go.
Ginny's breath catches and a glance upward reveals her watching him with rapt attention, eyes nearly black from the size of her pupils. Her cheeks are flushed pink as a ripe peach, practically begging to be kissed. Upon closer inspection, Harry could just make out a small mark he hadn't realized he'd left starting to form on the freckled skin of the petite girl's small breast. It makes his cock pulse against her quim. If he hadn't needed to take her now- to dominate her in that instant. He certainly did now.
Harry let out a breath as he lined himself up with her entrance. Looking up, he gazed deeply into her dilated eyes with one last tiny moment of hesitancy. "Say the word." He says, searching for any sign of uncertainty in her eyes.
Ginny looks back, her gaze strong and determined as she reaches down and rubs his cock head up and down her slickened entrance.
"Please."
Ginny is snug and wet around him, tighter than even he imagined her to be. The muscles of her cunt contracted to pull him further in. In one smooth motion Harry thrusts himself in to the hilt, earning a muffled whimper from the young witch beneath him. Ginny's dexterous fingers grip the bed tight, but there's no pain or resistance in her posture. Harry takes the sound as encouragement and grips the chaser's hips tightly, slowly rocking his cock in and out of her damp folds.
Ginny gasps with each thrust, making Harry's confidence in her ability to handle his cock rise. Ever so slowly he began to increase his pace, pushing his cock deep inside her pretty little cunt with increasing force- stretching her out undoubtedly farther than she's ever imagined. He watched as Ginny threw her head back with a screaming moan after just a few hard thrusts- pink lips forming an 'O' shape as she wailed with sudden and intense climax.
Her cunt trembled around him, actually forcing Harry to pause his hammering thrusts due to just how tight she felt.
"N-NO!" Ginny cried, her body convulsing under him. "DON'T S-STOP! OH GOD FUCK ME HARRY PLEASE!"
Her hands came up to claw at his chest. Were she a girl to grow her nails long he'd no doubt leave this room come tomorrow with deep gouges traced down his sternum. Thankfully her scratches had no real bite to them, and soon enough her hands had traced their way down his torso and, surprisingly, one settled upon her battered mound. Ginny moved hesitantly at first, her movements fueled by unsurety yet with a need for more. Slowly she began to circle her clit, rubbing it affectionately while she whimpered and cooed with every thrust of his cock.
The redhead's breath hitched. Ramped up. It went completely out of control after only a few more seconds, turning into a raging beast inside her chest that threatened to tear the girl apart. Harry could sense her need for release, so soon after her first climax yet so very much needed. Pushing her legs up against her perky chest, Harry slammed his hips forward with as much force as he could muster. Ginny screamed with sudden and intense ecstasy, her legs fighting against his hold as she spasmed between him and the mattress below. Harry didn't let up, pounding into her velvety pussy with everything he had. Their hips met with a chorus of meaty wet slaps. His groin was soaked with the chaser's juices, letting his cock able slip inside her cunt all the more easier.
One final thunderous smack pushed Ginny's knees above her shoulders, folding the lithe girl in half while Harry let out a shuddering groan. Ginny squeaked with each pulse of his cock inside her, knowing full well that each one meant another spurt of his hot creamy load dumped deep inside her. Her ripe pussy clutched him tightly as he came, milking his cock for every last drop while the girl herself was practically shellshocked at receiving such a massive influx of cum inside her.
Harry pulled out of the girl's tight depths with one final groan. Like a cork popping free from a bottle, his cum instantly poured free from the girl's folds, staining the sheets beneath the white.
"T-that's a lot…" Ginny breathed, watching with no small amount of fascination as his cum leaked from her pussy.
Harry had other plans besides admiring his handy work though. The sight of the petite chaser staring in awe at her used cunt had him back to full mast within moments. Grabbing her by the waist, he quickly spun the girl around on her belly and entered her ruined folds before she could so much as squeak in surprise. The only sound that did emanate from her mouth was a deep- tired moan of pleasure as he filled her once more.
Hermione looked from her friend/lover to the redhead opposite them with a suspicious gaze. Ginny's face was buried into the Gryffindor table with small groans emanating from the girl's unmoving form every now and again. Harry, for his part, looked quite unperturbed by their friend's lack of consciousness, especially in the middle of the great hall of all places.
"Is she alright?" She whispered to her raven-haired lover.
Harry unhelpfully shrugged and continued to nibble on his breakfast. "She had a late night."
Hermione nodded, almost accepting that answer for what it was before her mind suddenly caught up with her. Freezing, she slowly turned her head back towards Harry with annoyed glare.
"Harry you didn't…"
"S-seven times." Ginny groaned, finally sitting up. "Merlin I'm gonna need a fucking nap before the game or else I'll barely be able to kick off the ground- much less play."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Fuck off Potter."
Chapter 8: A Well Earned Reward
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Chapter 7: A Well Earned Reward
Harry ducked as a growling ball of malice whizzed by his head. The beaters of Slytherin team were, as always, throwing everything they had his way. Luckily for him, Crabbe and Goyle were about as accurate as they were smart, so it wasn't really a challenge to avoid their attacks. Their new seeker, Harper, was at least somewhat of a challenge. However, where Malfoy before him had actually been fun to compete with as the blonde tosser was skilled in his own right, Harper was just good enough to be more akin to an annoying housefly.
The young 3rd year was determined to stay on Harry's heels the entire match. When Harry turned, he turned. Where Harry dove, so too did the younger seeker.
Thus far he'd been more of a nuisance than anything. Hary had yet to see the snitch and his lazy path over the pitch was only to get a good view of how his team was holding out.
Katie, Ginny, and Demelza proved to be a deadly trio, even more than when Katie was joined by Angelina and Alicia in the previous years. The three chasers weaved effortlessly between the Slytherin defences, passing the quaffle between themselves in perfect sync. The game had only been going for 15 minutes or so, yet the three vixens had already scored 70 points.
Andrew and Jack were holding their own for the most part. The two boys have come a long way since their brief stint as starting beaters last year when Fred and George were banned from quidditch. While he could still spot more than a few areas where they struggled, Harry was happy enough with their progress.
Then there was Ron.
Harry sighed and pushed his broom into a deep dive, zooming mere inches past one of Slytherin's chasers who was winding up to score. While it was technically against the rules for him to play interference like this as a seeker it was easy enough to just claim he was chasing after the snitch and accidentally got in the way. Once he was satisfied the other team's chaser was thrown off enough and Katie had managed to steal the quaffle away, he levelled Ron with a frustrated look.
"Stop focussing all your attention on the centre hoop! C'mon, you know this Ron!" He chastised.
His best mate grimaced but nodded, rolling his shoulders with a calming breath. The chants from the Slytherin stands weren't helping the redhead's confidence and not for the first time since the match started did Harry berate himself for forgetting to feign dosing the boy with liquid luck.
No matter, they were still up by more than 40 points. He simply needed to find and catch the snitch before Slytherin had a chance to catch up.
He pulled his broom back into a steady glide, eyes alert for any sign of the shimmering ball. Harry twisted and dipped along his flight path to confuse the annoying little cunt following behind him. Really was this kid that bad at the game that his only hope was to glue himself to Harry's arse?! If he wanted to he could probably lose the little bugger easily enough, the Slytherin boy's Nimbus '98 was no match against his firebolt, but Harry was far more concerned with finding the snitch at that moment to pay his stalker any heed.
Keen eyes scanned the pitch, searching for even the tiniest glints of gold. Harry could hear the stands cheer and cry out in excitement as the game progressed around him, yet he remained focused. A sharp cry of pain from behind is what finally broke his concentration. Looking towards the source of the sound, Harry saw the young Slytherin seeker clutching his right arm and nearly crashing into one of the stands as he did so. The kid had been just a bit too close to Harry it seemed and ended up getting hit right in the arm by one of Crabbe's poorly aimed bludgers.
He rolled his eyes at the whimpering boy and made to turn back to the task at hand, yet before he could do so, a flash of gold beneath the other seeker's feet caught his attention.
Harry didn't even think before shooting off. He watched as Harper's eyes widened comically, more than likely thinking Harry was trying to knock him off his broom in his injured state. The younger seeker yelped in surprise and yanked his broom to the left, giving Harry the perfect opening to throw his arm out and wrap his palm around the smooth metal of the snitch.
Cheers erupted all around as the end-of-game horn blew. His teammates instantly surrounded him as he landed on the pitch, their cries almost as loud as the crowd around them. At 240 - 40, the game wasn't even close, filling Harry with a soaring sense of pride for his team.
Perhaps he was cut out for this captain stuff after all.
As usual, the after-party in Gryffindor Tower was a mixture of chaos and fun. Music blasted loudly from a magically enhanced wireless in the corner and thanks to his letter to Fred and George, alcohol flowed freely in everyone's goblets.
Harry watched in amusement as Seamus and Dean played a drinking game together. Both boys were already quite drunk and their accuracy with their cups wasn't exactly the best. More liquor ended up spilled down their front than in their mouths and soon enough they'd be passed out over the common room couches as was the norm.
"Harry!" Katie called from across the room. "Come dance with us!" The blonde waved him over excitably. A gaggle of other girls stood around the chaser, giggling as they stared his way. Under normal circumstances, he'd be more than willing to spend an evening with a group of women grinding against him, but tonight was different. He had other plans.
"Some other time!" He called back. The chaser pouted a bit at his response and stuck out her tongue tauntingly. He laughed at the blonde's teasing with a roll of his eyes. Katie turned back to her friends, whispering something that made all the girls giggle once more.
Making his way through the party, he dodged and weaved between a plethora of similarly drunken teens and celebrating teammates. Several called his name either in congratulations or to entice him to join them, more than a few of the latter being those of the fairer sex. Harry turned them all down though with empty promises of catching up later. He eventually came upon three very familiar faces sitting around a table of shots.
"I don't know…" Hermione said hesitantly.
To her left Lavender giggled and scooted closer to the brunette. "Awe c'mon 'Mione! It's really not that bad, honest!"
"We'll even do one with you!" Parvati added from her place sat upon the floor.
Hermione bit the inside of her lip, her brown eyes looking at the small glasses of firewhiskey warily. "I've just never done something like this before."
"Not the first time I've heard you say something like that." Harry quipped as he plopped down in the seat on Hermione's left.
The bookish girl blushed crimson and slapped his shoulder. "Hush you." Hermione took a single calming breath. Staring at the shots, the girl bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Give it here."
Parvati and Lavender cheered in victory as the former jumped up and began dishing out the shots. The caramel-skinned girl handed a glass to each of them, with Harry being the last to receive a drink as Parvati wished to make a show of bending over in front of him and picking his up from the table. Handing the drink over, Parvati turned and sat not on the floor, but firmly on Harry's lap facing Hermione, a coy smile plastered on her face.
"To our dear quidditch captain's hard-fought victory, and well-earned reward~" Parvati finished with a near-silent purr in his ear. Lavender cheered in agreement and clinked her glass against theirs. As one, he, Parvati, and Lavender knocked their drinks back, swallowing down the burning liquor in a single gulp. Hermione looked at her glass and sighed, following behind them a few seconds later and throwing her shot back in a single fluid movement.
Instantly the brunette's pretty face morphed into a grimace as both the taste and burn of the alcohol hit her palette. To her credit, Hermione did manage to swallow the mouthful of burning liquid before her eyes watered and her lungs were wracked with heaving coughs.
"You…lied…" Hermione groaned, rubbing her burning throat with a shudder.
Lavender patted the girl on the back. "Only a little, it does get better the more you try it."
"Now THAT one I've definitely heard before." Parvati muttered atop his lap, prompting a round of laughter from each of them.
In the end, Lavender and Parvati managed to convince their roommate to do two more shots with them before Hermione called it quits. Harry had to help the bushy-haired girl to her feet and all the way to the stairs before she was able to stand on her own. Thankfully Hermione was made of a bit more sterner stuff than he anticipated and managed to climb the stairs up to her dorm without much issue.
He rejoined Parvati and Lavender moments later. The two girls had switched from shots to some sort of mixed drinks that smelled vaguely of pineapple to him now that they were both pleasantly buzzed. Parvati retook her seat on his lap as well, making sure to grind her plush bottom against him without an inch of subtlety.
Harry didn't know how long they sat their- laughing and talking amongst themselves, occasionally joined by one of their friends or classmates. Katie had looked a little put out when she dropped by and saw Parvati's place on his lap, but in the end, the blonde seemed to accept it and spent quite a while sitting snugly between Harry and Lavender with Parvati's feet thrown over her lap. Ron too had stopped by, his redheaded friend very much into his cups at that point. After a few very slurred jokes and a quite abysmal attempt to flirt with Lavender, his friend wandered off to join Seamus and Dean who'd restarted their earlier failed drinking game with gusto.
Eventually, the party did begin to die down. Those who were from other houses slinked off before prefects started their rounds, and those within Gryffindor house slowly trickled off whether to their bed or someplace private for a discreet rendezvous with someone else.
"Hmm seems it's getting pretty late." Harry acknowledged as the common room slowly emptied.
"Is that so?" Parvati smirked. "What do you think Lav', is it time for us to retire for the night?"
Lavender hiccuped into her hand and giggled. The honey-blonde girl was easily the drunkest between the three of them and yet she was also the one who had kept up with the flow of conversation the most without even a single slurred line.
"I think so love. We witches do need our beauty sleep after all." She giggled.
Lavender stood and offered a hand to her friend. Parvati gave Harry one last smirk and ground her pert arse into his groin. By now he'd been putting up with the mocha-haired girl's teasing all night and was ragingly hard beneath her ample cheeks. Yet before he could do something about her mischief, Parvati stood alongside her friend with a giggle and gave him a saucy wink.
"Goodnight Harry~" They said in unison, walking away with their arms interlinked and round backsides swaying enticingly.
"Fuck that." Harry growled to himself, standing quickly and finishing his drink in one go.
He chased after the two vixens, catching up quickly enough much to their delight. A quick spell upon the girls' dorm stairs later, courtesy of Fred and George, and Harry was carrying both sexy minxes over his shoulders up to their dorm without a single alarm or ward being tripped.
Harry barely bothered with the door to their dorm, instead opting to simply kick it open with a bang. A groan emanated from the dark room and he watched as a head popped out from behind the curtains around the far bed.
"Can you three at least try to keep it down?" Hermione questioned, cradling her head. "Blech- I'm never drinking again."
Lavender giggled from her place over his shoulder. "No promises love!" She yelped as Harry gave her backside a firm slap and deposited both her and Parvati onto the nearest four-poster bed. Hermione merely groaned once more and pulled her curtains closed.
The two giggling witches looked up at him with twin faces of excitement. Lavender was biting her lip ever so slightly, slowly running her hands up Parvati's flat stomach.
"Mmm I think lover boy may want a show. What do you say Parv'? Think he's earned it?"
Parvati sat up with a demure smirk on her lips. "Hmm I think he just might have." She eyed him up and down, giving his tented trousers a hungry look. A hand on her cheek turned her gaze away from Harry and onto Lavender instead. The two girls stared deeply into each other's eyes, no words needing to be passed as the slowly leaned closer and closer and closer…
The deep moan of lust from the two vixens as their lips made contact was one of the most beautiful sounds Harry has ever heard. Their lips entwined together, tongues dancing with one another in a deep wet kiss. Soon enough they were shifting, Lavender piling on top of Parvati as the latter girl pushed her hands under the blonde's shirt. Lavender whimpered at the contact and captured Parvati's bottom lip between her teeth.
From where Harry stood, this exchange was a mess of limbs, moans, and curves galore only served to increase his already mounting arousal. As Parvati slowly peeled off the blonde's skirt, Harry couldn't help himself any longer. The sight of Lavender's pale cheeks, clad in little more than a pink frilly thong, was hypnotic. His hands moved of their own accord, burying themselves into the mountain of flesh that was Lavender's arse. The bubbly blonde mewled softly against Parvati's lips and rocked her hips back against him.
"Merlin, you have a fantastic arse Lavender." Harry breathed in awe.
Lavender broke her heated kiss with Parvati and giggled, swaying her hips back and forth. "Glad you think so love. Parvati adores it as well."
"How could I not?" The caramel skinned witch murmured. The girl's mocha hair was tousled and her lips redended from the ferocity of Lavender's kisses. She reached around, gripping the blonde's bum just as tightly as Harry did before, yet this time spreading Lavender's arsecheeks apart before letting the soft bubbly flesh bounce back into place.
"It's her best feature!"
Lavender scoffed with faux offense and slapped her friend on the arm. "Bitch! Now stop playing with my arse and c'mon. I think we've given Harry enough of a show~"
The two vixens sat up and pulled him onto the bed. Harry went willingly, letting the two guide him onto the plush bed as each quickly stripped from their remaining clothes.
"Sweet Morgana I missed this!" Parvati purred as she cupped his cock against her face. The Indian witch slowly began to massage his hardened member, stroking it with long leisurely pumps of her hand as she used her wet tongue to circle the head.
Harry groaned from the attention his cock was receiving, more so as Lavender joined the fray, pushing her large pillowy breasts into his face with a mischievous giggle. He didn't waste a second before lavishing the mountainous globes before him. He captured one of the blonde's crinkled nubs in his mouth while the other he pinched and kneaded with his hand. Lavender mewled softly from the attention, raking her manicured nails through his hair to approval.
Below, Parvati continued her diligent worship of his cock. The sexy witch alternated between taking him fast and deep down her gullet, soaking the bedspread beneath them with her saliva as she gagged loudly around his girth, before transitioning to a more slow and sensual pace, stroking his spit-soaked shaft with her hands while her mouth massage his bloated sack underneath. It was enough to drive Harry mad.
His hips bucked as Parvati lavished a particularly sensitive part of his glans with her tongue. The mocha haired girl's throat squelched as his cock forced itself deep inside. Parvati had to grab hold of his legs in order to stop herself from pulling off his member and gag at the intrusion. This only served to heighten his pleasure. The trembling of her throat around his cock was euphoric and he was forced to pull away from Lavender's voluptuous tits to gasp with pleasure.
"Fuck! That feels incredible, Parvati." He breathed.
Lavender shifted above him with a giggle, turning to watch her best friend blow him with rapt attention. "Look at her go! I don't think you've ever looked sexier sweetie!" The blonde cheered.
Parvati hummed in acknowledgement but made no move to pull away from her ministrations. Instead she took his cock even deeper, all the way until her nose bumped against his groin and his balls rested on her chin. Slowly, the caramel vixen rocked her head back and forth, grinding his cock against the inside of her throat as tears welled in her eyes and her mascara leaked down the sides of her cheeks.
"Oh fuck that's hot~" Lavender whispered. The blonde, whether intentionally or not, was so transfixed by the scene that she was using her hands to explore her own body. Harry watched as she ran her hands down her breasts, one hand staying behind to knead and massage her tits while the other moved to the junction between her legs. The sight of the buxom witch unconsciously pleasuring herself stirred something within Harry. With a growl her reached out and grabbed Lavender by her thick pale thighs.
Lavender let out a strangled squeak as she was suddenly hoisted up and over his face, her dripping slit mere inches from his face.
"O-Oh g-god!" Lavender cried.
Her legs clamped down around his face the instant his tongue delved between her folds. A shudder ran through her body, running all the way down to her soaked quim. With every gasp Harry would commit what he did to cause such a noise to memory. Every special way he flicked his tongue, every spot that made the blonde whimper with pleasure, every single quiver of her cunt against his chin was memorized until he knew exactly what to do to make Lavender scream.
"Oh fuck! OH FUCK! OOOHHH!" Lavender cried.
Her body trembled atop him, legs clamping down around his head till he feared she'd surely crush him. Harry didn't mind though, he shared in her pleasure wholeheartedly. While she spasmed atop him, pussy gushing with juices of her climax, Parvati was busy between his own legs swallowing down every drop of his pulsing load.
Lavender rolled off him the moment her orgasm began to abate. Her body was still wracked by the occasional twitch, but the blonde paid them little mind. He was dimly aware of her shifting from where she fell next to him, but the pleasure of his climax was too much for him to concentrate on anything else. Instead he grunted and allowed another jet of hot cum to splash down Parvati's eager throat. The caramel-skinned goddess moaned around his length as his seed coated the inside of her mouth.
"D-don't be selfish." Lavender panted from where she sidled up next to her friend.
Parvati hummed in acknowledgement and pulled off of Harry's cock with a soft 'pop!' He watched on as Parvati turned to her friend, lips still stained with his cum, and pulled the blonde in for a erotically wet kiss. Their tongue's danced once more, swapping Harry's seed between themselves. Lavender even licked the edges of Parvati's lips in an effort to clean every last drop from her friend's face. Once there was naught a trace left, the bubbly witch turned her attention back to him, smirking demurely before leaning forward and wrapping her pouty lips around his cock.
If Harry wasn;t already hard again from that little display, he sure as hell would be from the feel of Lavender's wet mouth around him. The blonde moaned deeply as she bobbed along his length. Her movement's weren't nearly as passionate as Parvati's, but then again, she had a different goal in mind.
She pulled off his length suddenly, blonde ringlets a tousled mess and her ample chest heaving with breath. "He's all ready for you love~" Lavender cooed to her friend.
Parvati smirked with a bite of her lip. Standing, the smaller girl eased back onto the bed, throwing one leg over Harry's waist as Lavender lined him up with the girl's slickened cunt.
The tip of his cock parted her folds without issue. Harry couldn't help but moan aloud as Parvati's hot damp walls accepted him readily, pulling his cock in deeper and deeper as she sank down on his length, finally coming to a stop moments later when the bases of their hips met and he was fully hilted inside her.
"S-so deep~" Parvati whispered to herself.
"Fuck yes it is." Lavender hissed from behind her friend. The blonde brought her hands around to tease the darker-skinned girl's nipples as she leaned closer to her ear. "Don't stop now love. I want to see him ruin your pretty little pussy~"
Parvati moaned and did as she was bid with no small amount of enthusiasm. Without warning, she began to rock her hips, grinding his cock inside her wet tunnel with hastened movements. Harry groaned and gripped her hips in a tight grasp. Lavender was there the entire time with whispered words of encouragement into her friend's ear as she rode Harry hard and fast.
"Yes sweetie~ You love it don't you? You love having Harry's thick cock inside your slutty little cunt. You're absolutely addicted to bouncing on this thick cock like the good little whore you are. I bet you want him to cum inside you don't you? Oh yes~! You want him to spray his hot load deep inside your pretty little pussy." Lavender murmured into the girl's ears. Parvati whimpered with every word, nodding along to her friend's filthy tirade as she slammed her rippling arse down harder and harder onto Harry's cock.
"I want to see you cum first though." Lavender cooed. "I want to see your pretty face tremble with your orgasm…and I know just the way to do it!"
The blonde giggled as she pulled away from her friend. She soon disappeared from Harry's sight, sinking down to her knees with her face mere inches from where his and Parvati's sexes met. Lavender wasted no time in enacting her plan. Diving forward, she grabbed tightly onto Parvati's rippling arse cheeks and spread them wide apart. From this angle she had the perfect view of Harry's cock stretching her friends tight cunt to its limits. But she wasn;t there to just enjoy the view.
"OH FUCK!" Parvati screamed.
As the caramel-skinned witch fell forward onto his chest, Harry was finally able to see just what Lavender was doing. The blonde winked up at him from where she sat, face buried in Parvati's arse and tongue lavishing her friend's crinkled hole. His cock couldn;t help but pulse excitedly at the sight and soon enough he and Lavender were working as a team to fuck the Indian witch into a coma. While he drove his cock rhythmically into her tight pussy, Lavender was making full use of her tongue, and soon enough, fingers to give the girl the most stimulation possible.
It was no surprise when Parvati's next orgasm came quickly after that. Their combined effort was too much for the poor girl. She cried out suddenly as her body shook between them. The feeling of her pussy convulsing around him was euphoric and soon enough Harry too found himself moaning with climax.
Lavender gasped in awe as he seeded her friend's orgasming pussy. The blonde couldn't help but pull away, staring transfixed as his cock pulsed again and again. Harry groaned when he suddenly felt her tongue glide over his clenching balls. It was a unique sensation to say the least, and one that only served to further stoke his arousal.
The night would go on well into the early hours of the morning. Both girls seemed to feed off one another, whether to outdo the other or simply to push the other to their limits. Harry didn't mind a single bit. Their seemingly friendly game allowed him full use of their mouths, cunts, and arses, so much so that when dawn finally broke, it was with two exhausted women curled up on either side of him, their cunts dripping with his seed and content smiles plastered on their sleeping faces.
At least until a very sleep-deprived and irate Hermione tore the bed curtains open. But hey, it wasn't his fault they forgot the silencing spell.
Chapter 9: Rosie Cheeks
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Chapter 8: Rosie Cheeks
"That is a disgusting habit Harry." Hermione said with a grimace.
Harry ignored her chastisement and took another drag of his cigarette. It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term and as always the student populace of Hogwarts took full advantage of it. The shops and streets were filled with young teens eager to spend their pocket change. The chill of winter had yet to show its face meaning the sun shone pleasant and warm in the fall air.
"What's the big deal 'Mione?" Ron chimed in. The 'Golden Trio' were taking advantage of their rare pleasant weather and were huddled around one of the few outside tables at the Three Broomsticks. Ron picked up another crisp from his plate and flung it into his mouth. "S'not like it'll kill him."
"It very well could!" Hermione scoffed. "Smoking can wreak all kinds of havoc on your respiratory system such as pneumonia, ulcers, even cancer-!"
"Which can all be fixed with a potion taught to fourth years." Harry interrupted her before the bookworm could start on another one of her famous tangents. "Plus is it really any more dangerous for me than having a raving maniac out for my blood every year?" Hermione pursed her lips but said nothing. Instead, she let out a small 'hmph!' and turned back to her food.
Harry chuckled lightly at his friend/lover and turned his gaze back to the crowd. He saw a few familiar faces pass by. Neville waved to him as he went by, surprisingly enough with a cute blonde glued to his arm.
"Who was that with Nev'?- More importantly, how the bloody hell did he snag her ?!" Ron asked with no small amount of disbelief.
"Hannah Abbott." Hermione replied simply. "She's usually seen with Susan Bones and Sophie Roper." At their blank looks, Hermione sighed. "Honestly you two! She's in our Herbology class and was even a member of the DA last year."
Harry hummed to himself and took another puff of his cigarette, vaguely recalling a few memories of the same blonde girl sticking next to Susan and another witch during their DA meetings. She was cute enough he supposed, though to be honest his eye was always drawn more towards Susan for two very obvious…reasons. Still, he couldn't help but feel proud of Neville. The shy boy from first year had really come a long way, especially over the last year. He could only hope his friend's confidence continued to grow.
"All right out here my dears?" A voice called. Madame Rosmerta, or Rosie as some affectionately called her, approached with a pitcher in one hand and the other placed gently on her hip. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes wander down to the woman's truly impressive bust. The sheer weight of her bosom was enough to make her breasts jiggle with every step, regardless if she wore a bra or not. Rosie wasn't shy about her chest size either, proudly showing it off with a great many low-cut tops and shirts over the years. Harry swore the bombshell barmaid flashed a little more cleavage with each year that went by, no doubt earning a great many tips for her efforts.
He was forced to look away from the heavenly sight of Rosmerta's jiggling tits when an elbow landed squarely in his ribs. Harry winced and rubbed his side, casting a quick glance at the brunette on his right. Hermione reprimanded his lapse with a small glare before jabbing Ron with an equally hard blow. If Rosmerta noticed this exchange, she didn't comment on it.
"We're fine Rosie." Harry said with a strained smile. "We'll be out of your hair soon."
"Oh, you're no bother love." Rosie cooed as she swept up to refill their glasses one by one. "Things are starting to calm down a bit so table's yours as long as you like." Harry nodded in thanks and fished out a few coins from his pocket. Enough to pay for the meal and then some.
"We should probably get going soon regardless. Thanks for a great meal as always." He replied.
Rosmerta smiled and bent over to take the coins, practically pushing her vast cleavage directly into Harry's face. The sudden shift caught Harry off-guard enough that a sickle slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground below.
"Oh silly me!" The barmaid giggled. "I'll get it, you just sit back now love." Before Harry could so much as argue, the busty matron sat her pitcher down and knelt between his legs. While one hand reached down to retrieve the fallen coin, another grabbed Harry's thigh for support, coming dangerously close to his crotch. Just as quickly as it happened Rosmerta was suddenly up on her feet once more and pushing the singular rogue coin into her cleavage.
"There! Safe and sound! You three come back soon, ta!" Harry didn't miss the small wink she sent his way before whisking away with a hum on her lips and a sway to her hips.
As Harry stared at the woman's round rocking backside as she walked away he barely noticed the second blow to his ribs courtesy of Hermione's elbow…nor the small smirk on Rosmerta's lips.
"I'm telling you I would give anything for just one night with her mate!" Ron exclaimed.
It had been nearly an hour since they left the Three Broomsticks and so far the ginger boy had yet to stop gushing over the bombshell matron.
"So you've said." Harry chuckled. "I don't mean to kill your dreams mate, but I reckon just about every bloke in town feels the same way. Rosie probably gets hit on more times than she can count, so unfortunately I think your chances are pretty low."
"Fred and George said they were able to get her to flash them once! All it took was a single galleon tip!" Ron argued with a huff.
"Didn't Fred and George also tell you that first-years have to wrestle a troll to get into Hogwarts?" Hermione chimed in. "I very much doubt they can be considered trustworthy sources of information at this point."
Ron opened his mouth to reply but any argument died on his lips as the truth of Hermione's words rang free. Embarrassed, their redheaded friend snapped his mouth closed with a bust.
"Don't worry mate!" Harry laughed and clapped the boy on his shoulder. "Maybe if we win this year's quidditch cup there'll be more than a few girls willing to give you a peek under their blouse."
Ron's face brightened up and he thumped Harry on the arm excitably. "You think?!"
Before Harry could respond a flash of a familiar face in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He snapped his head around and watched as Professor Slughorn strolled merrily down the street humming to himself the entire way. It wasn't a mystery as to the man's destination, for unless he was hell-bent on satiating his sweet tooth at Honeydukes or buying a few dung bombs from Zonko's, there was only one place anyone would be going at this time of day.
Harry watched as the man entered the Three Broomsticks without a care in the world, no doubt with the intention of downing more than one of Rosmerta's famous ale's.
"You coming mate?"
Harry turned his attention back to his friend. Ron and Hermione both were waiting near one of the carriages that would take them back up towards the castle. Dinner would start soon and with it meant the closing of Hogsmeade to Hogwarts students.
"I forgot something at Rosie's. You two go on, I'll catch up later."
Ron shrugged easily enough and ducked into the carriage. Hermione on the other hand looked anything but convinced. Harry gave the bushy-haired girl a small smirk with his trademark smile, trying his best to express that he'd be fine. Thankfully, Hermione seemed to understand and gave him a small nod in return before whispering a quick goodbye and entering the carriage.
The thestral-pulled buggy rolled away moments later, though Harry didn't stick around to watch its departure.
Quick as he could, the raven-haired teen dashed behind a nearby building. With curfew about to start he didn't wish to risk being seen. Taking a quick look around, Harry quickly produced his wand and swirled it about his head. Without his invisibility cloak, he was forced to resort to a disillusionment charm to go unseen.
He shivered as the feeling of cold egg yolk washed over his head. He took it slow at first, moving along using the back alleys of Hogsmeade while ducking between shadows whenever he was forced to use one of the main roads. His charm work was solid enough to prevent being seen by the few smattering groups of students on their way back to the castle. Soon enough he was sneaking his way into the Three Broomsticks via the back storage room entrance.
"Why Rosmerta you are a vision as always!" A familiar voice echoed from the main dining room.
Harry slowly crept through the stacks of boxes and kegs of ale, coming upon a half door leading behind the bar. From where he stood he could just make out the top half of Professor Slughorn's portley form leaning over the counter with a heavy leer on his moustached face.
Rosmerta shot the man a look of slight disgust hidden by a faux smile as she passed him a tankard of beer. "Why thank your Professor. Big plans tonight?"
"Other than spending the evening taken in your divine form I'm afraid not my dear!" The portly man chortled.
Harry watched as Rosmerta turned away with a grimace and wiped her hands on the front of her apron. "Delightful. You'll have to excuse me unfortunately professor. Customers to serve and all!"
Slughorn waved the barmaid off, leering eyes glued to her backside as she wandered off. Harry sighed to himself as he watched the man. He'd get no useful information out of the potions master tonight, not in the man's current state at least. Harry stood with a shake of his head, intent on slipping away back to the castle. Perhaps he'd make it in time before dinner.
As he slowly backed away from the doorway, he was suddenly stopped as his back bumped into something very warm and very soft . The next thing Harry knew, a wand was being pressed into his jugular and a sultry voice purred into his ear.
"What's this? The Boy-Who-Lived sneaking into my storeroom?"
Without a word, his disillusionment charm was banished away by a pulse from the buxom woman's wand.
"Rosmerta I- This isn't what it looks like!" He quickly tried to explain himself but Rosmerta wouldn't have it.
"Tsk tsk Harry." She cooed, pressing the tip of her wand deeper into his neck. Harry winced but made no more to fight against her hold on him, not wishing to incur the woman's wrath any more than he already had.
"You know I've had my fair share of students try to sneak in and catch a peak of me in my knickers, but none so daring as yourself!" Rosmerta laughed. "A disillusionment charm is some advanced stuff, especially just to catch a glimpse of my tits! Really I'm quite flattered actually! Too bad the wards around my restaurant allow me to see through complex ickle charms like that." Rosmerta dropped her wand and forcibly turned him around all in one fell swoop. His back was roughly pressed up against one of the many stacks of crates while the domineering barmaid smirked lecherously back at him. "Now what am I to do with you hmm?"
Harry stiffened as Rosmerta idly began to trace on of her manicured nails over his chest. Unbiddeningly, his cock began to harden from the woman's touch alone. Not only that but she was so close that all Harry had to do was glance down to see the full view of her ample cleavage.
"I suppose I could always turn you into Minerva…hmm but where's the fun in that?" Her finger continued to dance across his chest, dipping every so slowly lower across his abdomen. Harry had to control the urge to shudder as her nail reached the hem of his jeans. She circled the buckle of his belt once, twice, three times before her hand fully grasped the quite noticeable bulge in his pants. "Oooo~ What's this? Do you have another 'tip' for me Mr. Potter?" The buxom witch cooed.
He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't. Slughorn was but a room away and Harry should be doing everything in his power to obtain the information the man so desperately kept secret- at least, that's what Dumbledore wanted him to do. But Harry was tired of doing what Dumbledore wanted…
"Fuck it." He growled lowly. Surging forward, he grabbed Rosmerta roughly by her wide hips, spinning her around and this time pressing her into the crates.
His lips were on her's in moments, pushing his tongue deep into her hot wet mouth while the older witch moaned approvingly. Rosmerta met his tongue head-on, wrestling for control while her hands feverishly worked the buckle of his belt. Harry broke their intense liplock with a growl right as Rosmerta's hands slipped inside his trousers and gripped his thick shaft.
"Oh my~" Rosmerta gasped. She stared down at his engorged cock, hands slowly pumping his length with a look of wonder.
Harry wasn't about to give her time to stop and study him though. Without a word, he reached up and grabbed the neckline of her blouse. With a single tug, the buttons of the strained cloth popped free, letting the barmaid's giant breasts bounce free into the night air. Rosmerta gasped at his forwardness, a gasp that soon morphed into a throaty moan as he took one of her large areolas into his mouth.
"Yes!" She hissed, one hand raking through his hair while the other continued to pump his cock.
Harry whirled his tongue around the hardened nub of her nipple right before he sank his teeth lightly into its crinkled flesh. Rosmerta shuddered at the sensation of his teeth grazing her sensitive nipples, however, it was nothing compared to the feeling of the woman's hand stroking his cock with frantic needy movements. "Merlin I can't take it!" Rosmerta pushed his face away with heaving breasts. The next moment she was sinking to her knees and fishing the rest of his cock from his jeans. "We don't have much time. My customers are waiting, but I just need a taste~"
The busty witch pursed her lips and quickly spat on his cock, using the saliva to lube the thick bulbous head before her wet mouth encompassed him almost completely.
"Oh fuck Rosie!" Harry groaned as the tip of her tongue tickled the underside of his head. "That feels bloody fantastic." She hummed around his cock and took him back down her throat. Harry wrapped his hand around her long curly hair in a tight grasp. In response, Rosmerta began to bob her head even faster, taking him completely down her throat without a single lurch or gag. Harry watched as her plump lips slid up and down his cock, leaving wet streaks along his length. His eyes didn't stop at her lips, however. With each bob of her head, the woman's large jutting breasts jiggled and swayed enticingly. Her giant tits gave way to a plump, but healthy waistline and a set of wide inviting hips that melded into thick, smooth thighs that he couldn't wait to lavish attention on.
Harry groaned as Rosmerta pulled off his cock with a gasp before quickly diving down to bathe his hanging balls with her tongue. The horny witch stared up at him with hooded, glazed eyes full of lust as she dutifully sucked his bloated sack. Her own moans of ecstasy, muffled by his balls, leaked from her moistened pouty lips. The pure look of whorish lust on the buxom barmaid's face stirred something in Harry. He wanted more, needed more.
Grabbing Rosmerta by the sides of her face, Harry pushed the woman back against the wooden crates and thrust his hips forward, hilting his cock into her tight wet throat. Rosmerta was happy enough to go along with it and soon he was fucking her mouth while her hands massaged his balls. The slobbery "GACK!" sounds filled the room as his lower stomach slapped against her face. Finally pulling out, the buxom barmaid took a deep breath as slobber dripped down her slutty mouth and onto her giant round breasts.
An idea came to him in that moment, one far better than simply fucking the woman's throat, as fun as it was.
"What- OH! Oh!~" Rosmerta smiled demurely as he buried his spit-soaked cock between her large bosom. She helped by pressing her hands into either side of her chest, squeezing his cock with her fleshy globes and slowly began to bounce them along his length. Wet squelching sounds emanated from where her soft flesh massaged his cock. Every now and then Rosmerta would dip her chin down and take the head of his cock between her lips, coating it once more with a thick glob of spit before popping it free from her mouth.
Harry groaned as the tight rapid sensations soon had his cock swelling with his impending orgasm. Rosmerta seemed to notice his impending arrival and began to move even faster, her giant tits rippling with the sheer speed of her movements. Her lips returned to his cock head, sucking on it greedily and forcing another moan of ecstasy from his lips.
Rosmerta pulled away moments later and with a look of whorish lust, purred the words that were his undoing.
"Cum for me … won't you, Harry?" She asked with her big, beautiful hazel eyes shining with lust.
Harry did as she asked, grunting deeply as he shot off jet after jet of hot sticky cum all over her beautiful freckled face. Even as he came Rosmerta didn't stop jerking his cock with her fat tits. Large globs of hit white pearly seed coated her large mammaries, with some even sticking to the curly strands of hair that spilt over her shoulders. Right as his orgasm began to ebb away, Rosmerta's mouth returned to his cock, leaking with her slutty moans as she cleaned his spent cock head of his leftover seed.
Finally, with a loud slurp, the cum-covered witch pulled off his cock and gulped down the collected spunk trapped within her cheeks. Rosmerta sighed happily and stood, taking a quick moment to quickly scoop up some of the dripping cum on her tits with her finger before popping it into her mouth.
"Now that was certainly a well-earned tip." She giggled with a wink. "The bar closes in an hour and my room is at the end of that hall." She pointed to a darkened doorway at the end of the storeroom. "I'll see you there sweetie." With a blown kiss and a muttered spell to mend her blouse, the lecherous witch slipped back behind the bar with her customer service smile firmly planted on her face.
Harry didn't even spare Professor Slughorn another glance before he made his way towards Rosmerta's room with a wide smile.
"And you're saying he just- poof!- disappeared?"
Cammi sighed and nodded. "Look it's not like I don't know how it sounds Vanessa! But I swear I saw it happen, clear as day!"
Her friend held her hands up defensively and leaned back into the couch. They were sat in the living room of Cammi's flat as part of their weekly catch-up session. Vanessa had been her best mate for years, hell forever really, and as such was the one person Cammi knew she could count on to believe her wild story.
"I'm not saying you're crazy love. It's just… it does sound a little far-fetched doesn't it?" The strawberry blonde said cautiously.
Cammi groaned and buried her face into her hands. She heard Vanessa shift before a weight was suddenly squished beside her. "Hey don't be like that! Look, let's say what you saw did happen. Then there has to be some reasonable explanation to it. I mean it's not like your hot new boyfriend is magic or anything!" Vanessa said to her with a laugh.
Cammi giggled along with her friend's joke before she frowned. "Well…"
Vanessa looked at her with a raised brow and nudged her shoulder. "Oh don't be daft Camms!" Her friend laughed. "What was he pulling little bunnies out of hats between buggering the daylights out of you?"
Cammi slapped her friend's arms with a faux glare. "Fat talk for someone who dated a bloody ventriloquist last year. Didn't you break up with him because, and I quote, 'kept giving his cock different voices in the bedroom'?"
Vanessa laughed and settled further into the chair with her. "Alright alright! You got me there. Okay then, what's your theory then? And don't tell me you think your new boy toy is Jesus or some shite."
Cammie snorted and shook her head. "Do you remember that one bloke back in year ten? The one who went on and on nearly all year that his sister was a bloody witch and that she was carted off to some magical school up in Scotland?"
"Hmm…kinda?" Vanessa said with a furrowed brow. "Didn't we play hooky one day to go see David Bowie in concert only to come back the next day and the whole school was acting like they never heard of the tosser?"
"Exactly! Everyone we talked to hadn't the foggiest clue who we were talking about and we never saw him again!" Cammi exclaimed.
Vanessa nodded but her brows remained furrowed. "Soooo…. you think he was telling the truth?"
"I mean maybe? Look it makes sense- a little bit at least. That bloke always raved about the magic school being up in the Scottish Highlands, exactly where Harry said his school was as well."
"That's barely a coincidence, Camms." Vanessa sighed. "And besides- magic?! You're a realist love, c'mon you know better than to think magic exists and that there's a whole society of witches out there hiding under our noses!"
"I don't know what to think!" Cammi jumped up. "I'm going fucking crazy here 'Nessa! I mean this bloody guy comes out of nowhere and wiggles his way into my life with his fucking no-good sexy smile and insanely big cock, only to up and swan off to some mysterious school right after literally disappearing into thin air!" She rubbed at her temples as the first signs of a headache began to needle at her skull. "Worse is that I like him 'Nessa. I really actually fucking like him and that terrifies me!" Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and she couldn't stop the soft sob that slipped out of her lips.
"Oh honey…" Vanessa stood and wrapped her in a tight hug. "So that's what this is about."
"I've dated some real pieces of work in my life, but Harry feels different. I need him to be different. I just- I need to know I can trust him first." She whimpered, fresh tears slowly spilling down her cheeks.
Vanessa shushed her soothingly and rubbed small circles into her back. "Hey now I'm sure you can. I don't know Harry that well, but from what you've told me about him he seems like the perfect guy for you." Her friend pulled away, holding Cammi firmly by her shoulders and peered deeply into her eyes. "But first you need to be honest with him before he's honest with you. He doesn't even know that you know…whatever it is you know. So write to him. Lay it all out on the table and demand answers, girl. And if you don't like what he has to say well…he's all the way in Scotland now, isn't he? Not like he can do shite about it from there."
Cammie laughed and sniffled lightly. Vanessa was right. Sitting here stewing in a million 'what ifs' wouldn't solve anything. She needed answers and there was only one place she could get them.
She only hoped she'd like the ones she got.