Closing up at the Leaky Cauldron, Hannah Abbott, wiped down the counters and set the chairs up on the tables. The crew in the morning would sweep and mop for her. They did those chores for the owner because they loved working at the Leaky and Hannah was a great boss. It was widely known that Hannah hated to mop.
The Leaky had been transformed into a much warmer, friendly place since Hannah took over from old Tom. Business was steady and this week almost overwhelming. Halloween was tomorrow, and Hannah was throwing an enormous party which would pull people from all over Britain. Months of prep have gone into the party but tonight she let the stress fall away. There was nothing else for her to do and even if there was she didn't have time to do it. So why worry? She might worry tomorrow but no more tonight.
One last scan of the main room before heading upstairs, Hannah was satisfied that the pub was in good condition. Good enough to go relax in her apartment. Her home was small but comfortable; living room with a kitchenette, bedroom and a wonderful bathroom which was why she chose this particular unit. Shutting out the world, Hannah stripped as she walked to her refrigerator to grab a beer. Plopping down on her couch she dragged off her low-heeled boots leaving her in a matching bra and panty set of purple lace.
Curling her toes in the deep shag rug, she drank half the bottle in one swig. Hanging on the back of her door, her costume for the party waited. Susan Bones, still a friend all these years after Hogwarts, had convinced her not to work during the event but rather just attend. Hannah only agreed because Susan said she'd be going stag herself and wanted someone to hang out with.
Her costume came from Weasley Wizarding Wheezes II. George Weasley, himself, had been very solicitous in getting her to take this particular one. George had made good on the plan to get a second store up and running in Diagon Alley and business had boomed in the last ten years, he still made it a priority to schmooze with his customers.
Hannah got up, sipping her beer and went to look inside the dress bag. Unzipping the bag, she looked at the simple 'Milk Maid' costume. Peasant shirt embroidered with flowers and green circle skirt to the knee, all held together with a brown leather corset. The corset wasn't sleazy, but when she tried it on it certainly put her best assets on display. She would leave skanky to the recent Hogwarts graduates. She'd settle for cute and fun looking, appropriate for the young party host.
Hannah closed the bag again, finishing her bottle, she threw it away. Walking toward the bathroom, Hannah unhooked her bra and let her panties drop. Hanging out naked in her own space was the best part of her day. Hannah stood by her pedestal sink, checking out her reflection in the 3/4 mirror. Never a fan of the sun, she had smooth skin, a bit pale but not goth. A pretty face was reflected back to her eye, maybe not a stunner but Hannah knew her smile was good. Her tits had finally stopped growing, by some miracle they still rode high on her chest, in the wrong shirt she looked like the prow of a ship. Wide hips to balanced her out nicely, tapering into firm thighs and a cute set of knees.
Pulling a face at herself, Hannah left off her scrutinizing. Before heading to bed she washed her face and twisted her hair into one long plait. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Hannah woke as a cold beam of sunlight crept over her face. Stretching luxuriously, she slipped her hands down her body after flinging her covers off. Her nipples grew hard as a cool autumn breeze hit her skin, through the open window. She tweaked the hard nub, a lazy smile touching her lips. She let herself imagine her hands were another person.
Scanning through the men she knew, she landed on Neville to help her through her morning fantasy. The gangly boy from school had filled out in the last few years but was still sweet when he stopped in to say hello. Slipping down her body she began teasing her clit, dreaming of rough hands and the smell of a greenhouse. Spreading her legs further apart, Hannah put two fingers inside her tunnel. Pushing deeply, her moans escaping into the quiet apartment. In her mind Neville's hot mouth pressed against her neck, nibbling his way to suck on her tits.
Leaving one hand inside, the other plucked and twisted her chest making her dream more real. Thrusting her hips up off the bed, her fingers finding the sweet spot on the upper side of the chute. Pushing at her breast she began licking her skin when the first shudder of release came upon her. Biting at her skin, she left a mark when the final crash hit. Teasing her clit, she slowly came back to reality, Neville melting away. A great start to the day. Now if only Neville had really been here.
Getting out of bed, she pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Wanting to go downstairs to check on things, she just remembered to wash her hands before leaving the apartment. Carefully she went down the stairs, not wanting to jiggle too much since she was braless. Seeing a few of her employees tidying up, and some customers at the bar, Hannah pulled her hair loose, situating it over her shoulders for modesty.
She was glad to see the curtains up protecting the decorating surprises for the party. The Leaky could never really close since it was the main entrance to Diagon Alley. Narrowing the menu to just one type of sandwich and one soup, they were still doing pretty good business since it wasn't lunch yet.
"Newspaper, Beth?" Hannah was pretending to not look over every inch of the pub, that she wasn't doing a mental inventory of things that needed to be done.
Beth, a no-nonsense redhead with quick humor, caught on to her boss's motives for being in the bar area. Handing over the Prophet, she called her out, "Hannah, I thought you said that WE were in charge of everything today. You should be upstairs relaxing, or you could go into the Alley and get into some early trouble." Beth was wiggling her eyebrows at her boss as the entrance from the Diagon side slid open.
"Abbott!" George Weasley came in, bringing a gust of cold air with him. In her thin clothes, still tingling from her earlier play, Hannah's nipples hardened against the wind and goose flesh broke out over her arms. "Oooo Hannah, looking very sexy this morning." George was pushing a hand truck piled with boxes of WWW products. "Delivery man is here! The party can start as soon as this stuff is in place."
"George don't be silly, I look like I just rolled out of bed." Patting her hair, Hannah felt a blush roll up her face.
"Better than that, my dove, you look like you just rolled out of MY bed." Hannah chuckled, George was very good at flirting with every woman in a room but never to the point of offense. George was wearing his ginger hair short now, he didn't seem to mind the mangled mess where his ear had been. Still, even with the ugly scar, with his wit and outgoing personality he cut a dash through Diagon Alley. But Hannah saw a tinge of sadness in addition to the humor, ever since Fred had died in the war.
"Ack! A ginger!" George was pointing at Beth in mock horror, "I'm terrified of gingers. Hannah, why are you hiring gingers, trying to scare away the crowds?"
Beth was smirking, she had been the butt of this joke before. "George, I don't mean to alarm you but YOU'RE a ginger too."
George stood agape, screwing up his face in confusion, "Hannah, your ginger is speaking gobbledygook, please translate." An audience was gathering for yet another Weasley Production.
"My ginger said, 'She finds you desperately handsome, would like to run away with you, and by the way YOU'RE ginger as well.' It sounds better in the original gobbledygook." Hannah over dramatised batting her eyelashes at George, receiving a good laugh from the crowd.
"I asked you to translate what the ginger said, not tell us what was on your mind, you sexy minx." Returning her eyelash battting wink for wink. Then Hannah found herself holding on to George as he swung her into a dip. His face close to hers, he began making obscene noises much to the delight of the crowd. Flipping her back to her feet, a little breathless but unharmed, she curtseyed to the audience as George took his bow. George calling out, "Remember to tip your waitress, and come see me at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!"
People went back to their business, Hannah giggling, George placing a hand on her back to keep her upright. Gaining some control, Hannah flipped her hair back and put her hands on her hips. Beth saw George looking her boss up and down, catching his eye, he blushed, coughing into his hand.
"Hannah, I brought the stuff you ordered. The dancing coffins, vampire puppets...everything. Oh and Dad sent these," opening a box, George displayed row after row of eyeballs to Hannah.
"Urgh! What are those?" Reaching out, Hannah dared to touch one, thankfully, it was hard.
"Muggle candy. It's just sugar, but if drop one in with some ice." George pantomimed a customer drinking, tipping back a glass, his eyes bugged out, "Should be enough to scare a couple of folks. Sell it as a special, people'll buy 'em to prank their friends or enemies."
"Cool, thanks George. How much?"
"Please! Don't insult me. The eyeballs are free, I told you, Dad sent them along. He wants the party to go as well as I do. A hug from a pretty girl should be enough to repay him."
"I'll make sure to thank him tonight, then."
"Your costume ready? It wasn't wrinkled or anything."
"I'm ready to go, a pretty little milk maid. What are you coming as? Will there be explosions? Cause I think I can still set up some more noxflagrante spells."
"No, no explosions. I'm going under the radar, playing it cool. But, Lee is coming as a Catherine wheel, so you might want those spells anyway."
"Thanks for the heads up." The two smiled at each other, George a little bashful to Beth's trained eye.
"Well, I have to get back to the shop. I'll see you tonight." Swooping in, George took Hannah close in a quick hug. "Maybe save me a dance? Its always good for us Alley people to stick together."
"Sure, George." Watching him leave, Hannah wondered at George's odd behavior. They hadn't known each well during school, well, every one knew the Weasley twins but she didn't think they knew her from any other Hufflepuff. Since taking over the Leaky, she had seen him more often, George often taking the time to tease her about something. Obviously as one end of the Alley she was a kind of gatekeeper and knew almost everyone. But today, today seemed different.
Crossing over to the bar, she sat close to were Beth was cleaning some glasses. "Beth? Was George acting weird right then?"
"Weird? Nothing weird about a guy with a crush."
"On who?" Hannah showing genuine surprise.
"Wow." Beth shook her head, moving further down the bar and away from her boss.