Writer's note: Astute readers will note this is the third or forth HP/PJ crossover story I have done in which Tim the Waiter has appeared.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind, I need to run by the apartment and freshen up, you want to meet back here in an hour or so?" Tim the waiter asked Annabeth as they left Morgan's.

"An hour?" Annabeth asked, a bit annoyed at the delay.

"Oh, yeah, I was going to literally run over there, its about 4 blocks away, dive through the shower and change, then come back. I don't want to wear work clothes to the match."

"Why don't you just apparate?"

"Uh, because I'm Roman, not magical?"

"Oh. What's the address?" Annabeth asked, and when Tim told her she took his arm and apparated them both. On arrival, Tim turned a bit green, ran to a hedge at the front edge of the lawn, and threw up.

"I just apparated didn't I?" he gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

"First time?"

"Yeah, I've done a portkey a few times but I always knew when it was coming," Tim replied. "Sorry, I'm not usually squeamish about it."

"I should apologize, I should have warned you. If I had known you were such a pussy I would…"

"Hey! No need to be mean!" Tim laughed. He had a nice laugh Annabeth decided, and from what she saw while he was heaving chunks, a nice butt too.

'Yes, Tim the waiter has possibilities. Geez girl, did you really check out his ass while he was puking? Yes. Yes I did,' she thought to herself.

Annabeth didn't notice it yet but her libido was again rising. It had been several hours and one great nap since she had last gotten laid, and the parts of her body and mind were starting to perk up in an effort to avoid withdraw from an addiction she didn't as yet know she had.

The couple went up a short flight of stairs to Tim's apartment, and when he produced a key to unlock the door he paused for a moment.

"Hey, I should warn you about Barry, my roommate. He can be rather unique."

"Oh? How so?" Annabeth asked.

"Well, you'll see. Son of Vulcan so, sort of an uber nerd. Seriously nice guy though, I've known him since we entered the third cohort. He can have a really dark sense of humor sometimes though."

"Yo Barry, I'm home, you decent?" Tim yelled as they entered.

"Right here" called out a voice from a room to the right, "Hey, I got one of the tickets sold, but couldn't trade for a port key, apparently the demand to get to the match has driven the price through the roof."

"Think you could give Barry a lift too?" Tim asked almost under his breath.

Although it changed the dynamic of the evening, she could hardly say no, but of course it wasn't a date really Annabeth told herself.

"Of course, we're going that way anyway," she smiled.

"Well big guy, lucky for you I found an angel that is going to fly us there on gossamer wings, we have three tickets, we have three people, sounds like this should work out fine" Tim said as they entered what appeared to be a kitchen and small dining area. Seated at the table was a large guy, not fat, but more like a boxer than a runner. Everything about him was big. He had big arms, huge thighs coming from the cargo shorts he was wearing, a mop of reddish brown hair with a thick beard and a warm smile. His arms, legs, and what chest could be seen through the collar of his tee all had a thick mat of the same shade of hair.

On the table were some papers, some polyhedral dice, three open beers, two of them empty, and a bong that seemed to be ready to light up and bake. Barry looked up and saw Annabeth and was startled by the beauty he saw.

"Nice angel," he grinned as he handed Tim a stack of galleons. "I'm Barry, nice to meet you. Hey Tim, like I said, I sold one ticket, but I still have three."

"Great, let's go," Annabeth smiled.

"Let me get cleaned up. Barry, you need the shower?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, but you go ahead, I'll take next. So how are we getting there?"

"My port key," Annabeth said.

"I hope you reserved it a month ago, there were none available as of this afternoon," Barry said.

"I'm not going through the Ministry Office of Transport," Annabeth said.

"Oh? You have a port key that's not registered with them?" Barry asked.

"Yes, all ICW field agents do," Annabeth smiled.

"You're an ICW agent? I thought you worked at Hogwarts," Tim said.

"I do, that's my field assignment."

"Really?" Barry asked, somewhat stunned. "What are you investigating there? If I can ask."

"We're doing a level 7 interdiction of quidditch fans abusing cannabis," Annabeth answered as she picked up the bong. "You got a lighter for this, and another beer?" she grinned.

"What's a level 7 interdiction exactly?"

"I don't know, I just made that up. Now, lighter, beer. Tim take a shower, you're smelly, Barry and I will be rolling up NPC's"

"You heard the lady, lighter and beer," Tim smiled.

Barry reached for the fridge and for the first time Annabeth could see the bands of rippling muscle across his broad shoulders. He looked tough as nails and although not incredibly attractive, he wasn't without his good points, and certainly wasn't ugly. After pulling a cold Harp from the fridge, which he opened and handed to Annabeth, he held a finger in front of the bong and a flame ignited from the tip.

"Well, that's handy" Annabeth remarked as she held the bowl under it and took a long, slow draw.

"Literally" Barry grinned, causing Annabeth to stop smoking and attempt to hold in the laugh before finally releasing the smoke from her lungs.

"Don't make me laugh when I'm hitting a bong!" Annabeth exclaimed.

"Hey Tim! I like this one, can we keep her?"

"Sure, why not?" they heard Tim reply from around the corner and down the hall. "She followed me home."

Annabeth hit the pipe once more. She didn't really smoke weed, but had before and had enjoyed it in college with her friends and Percy, and she was feeling like letting her hair down a bit. She had nothing against it anymore than she had any problem with the occasional drink. Plus she reasoned that when around Romans, do as the Romans do.

"So how did you know I was rolling up NPC's? For that matter, how do you know what an NPC is?" Barry asked.

"Well you have character sheets and dice, and at a glance the numbers look honestly rolled so it's not PC's, plus you have about five of them there. As to how I know, I played D&D while I was an undergrad. We had a weekly game of about six of us, which means four showed up regularly, one brought a six pack and if we were lucky someone would bring a bag of Doritos, you know how that goes."

"Cool, I wouldn't have taken you for a gamer, hey, you know I'm Barry, what should I call you? I don't think Tim really introduced us."

"Annabeth, Annabeth Chase. Pleased to meet you Barry."

"Annabeth uh… Chase? Are you the one that…"

"No, I did not blow up half of New Rome," she grinned as she sucked on the bong once more, drawing a cloud of smoke into her lungs and filling her head with euphoria.

"Oh, okay, that's good" Barry smiled.

"I commanded a ship that blew up half of New Rome. And Barry? I'll fucking do it again!" she laughed.

"Please don't. Praetor LeVesque will have them up all night repairing the damage."

"You know Hazel? Well, of course you do, dumb question."

"Her first name is Hazel?" Barry asked, seemingly unaware of this.

Annabeth found herself relaxing around Barry, and it wasn't just the weed, although that helped tremendously. She found him to be bright and funny, if a bit socially awkward. They cut up and laughed for ten minutes or so before Tim returned in a bathrobe, drying his hair with a towel, and announced that the shower was "all yours" to Barry.

The guys traded places with Barry rising to get cleaned up and Tim taking his seat. As he did, he sat casually with his legs slightly parted, which caused the bathrobe to open just enough for Annabeth to see his junk.

She stared.

It wasn't that Tim had the biggest cock or anything like that; it was just that it was perfect. Five inches or so soft, laying over a nice set of balls, with a lavender head that just screamed "Suck me!" The skin on the shaft had the same tan that the rest of Tim did and it was just beautifully shaped and contoured, and he was manscaped to the point of being basically hairless.

Tim started to make small talk but Annabeth interrupted him.

"Uh Tim" she said as she pointed down to his exposed manhood.

"Oh gods! I'm so sorry! I… hang on let me get dressed, I'm so sorry" Tim practically shouted as he yanked the robe closed and stood to go get dressed.

"It's okay Tim, I have two little brothers, I've seen accidents before," Annabeth grinned at his embarrassment, "now go get dressed, we have a quidditch match!"

Annabeth wondered if it was really an accident but figured it must have been. Surely Tim didn't think she would be so excited by seeing his dick that she would lose control and be driven to such lust as to fuck him in the kitchen while Barry was showering; no one could be that dumb.

Annabeth also wondered if she would regret not fucking him in the kitchen while Barry was showering.

Soon enough both men reappeared, dressed and ready to go. Barry had several blankets under his arm, saying that the damp evening air by the moor might have a chill to it, while Tim had a cooler that he filled with beer, some bottled water and soft drinks.

Annabeth checked the time, programed her glasses by saying "Dartmoor Quidditch Pitch, extended a hand to each of the guys with an instruction to hold it while the portkey took them there.

"You're not going to throw up again are you Tim?" Chase asked.

"No, just give me a little warni…" BOOM the trio was instantly outside the stadium, and Tim was once again emptying his stomach.

"Jesus woman! I think you enjoy that!" Tim cried out during gasps for air.

"You'll have to forgive him, he's" Barry started to say.

"He's a pussy, I get it. Sorry, our portkeys work only on the hour, with no delay. You okay?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh yeah, sure. No worries, Tim should be fine in a minute."

"I'm surprised he has anything left to throw up after the way he vomited when I apparated him to your house," Annabeth said.

"Oh, he's already vomited? Well that explains the dry heaves I guess," Barry grinned as Tim nearly convulsed from trying to empty his gut. "Come on Tim, just a few minutes to quaffle time and we have to find our seats."

At a glance the stadium wasn't particularly impressive to Annabeth who had seen the stadiums for college and pro football in the states, but it was deceiving as most of it was dug into the ground. The thing was huge! The trio soon realized their seats were on the other side of the stadium and Annabeth offered to apparate, but Tim said he would walk instead. Annabeth took the cooler from him so he would not have to carry it, they separated their tickets, and with Barry, she popped to the other side. On entering the gate Annabeth first saw the scale of the place and was amazed. The couple got to their seats just as the players were being announced, and that was a challenge given that they descended a third of the way into the depth of the pitch before arriving.

Their seats were in a private box, but Barry explained the guy he sold the 4th ticket to would be sitting with friends so they had the four-seat box to themselves. It had a wall and door separating it from the adjoining boxes, and had four theatre-type cushioned seats with a foot rail in front. The edge of the wall curved inward to allow the persons seated to see the entire playing area, but the nearest spectators that could be seen were a hundred yards away.

Barry lifted the armrests and threw a blanket over them all. The air did have a chill to it as the sun set and Annabeth was glad that Barry brought the blankets, as while her stockings kept her legs warm, her upper thighs were bare and getting quite chilled, along with her chest. Her bustier didn't offer a lot of warmth, but that wasn't the heat it was designed to produce anyway.

Annabeth sat in one of the two center seats, and set the cooler down. Barry took the seat immediately beside her, pulled a quilt over them both and put his arm around her. The cannabis and alcohol were definitely relaxing Annabeth and lowering her inhibitions. She leaned her head towards Barry and snuggled against him.

"Mmmmm, this is nice and cozy," she softly said before sitting upright again.

The pre game announcements were just starting and would take a few minutes as Barry whispered to her.

"Annabeth, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, whether I answer or not…" she grinned.

"I was just wondering if you and Tim were a thing."

"Why… Oh, are you wanting to flirt with me but don't want to mess up anything Tim is trying to do or something like that?" Annabeth smiled.

"Well, uh, its just if you two are dating then I need to figure out what I am tonight, you know, uh, what role I'm playing."

"Its not a game Barry, there aren't stats to cover all human interactions, and no, Tim and I are not a thing. I just really met him an hour before I met you, I offered a lift to the match, you guys had a ticket for me, and here we are. I think Tim would like to get to know me better, and me him, but I'm also enjoying your company. Why? Are you interested in me or something?" Annabeth smiled.

"Well uh…"

"You are aren't you?" she grinned at his embarrassment, "Its okay, I think you're cute and very huggable. Plus you play desktop RPG's so you got that going for you. As to how that affects Tim and I, well, I guess that's up to Tim. He's a pretty great guy too. Look, I am dealing with coming out of a long-term relationship. It has just occurred to me that I can date and socialize with guys again. I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm not looking for a boyfriend, you know, a relationship like that, but I'm free to engage and see whomever I want. If you want to see me, well, I have no problems with that. If Tim does too, well that's okay too. If either of you needs something exclusive, well I'm probably not the person for you at this point."

"Oh." Barry said, for lack of any other response.

"I can't believe I just told you all that. Probably more info than you wanted. That's really good weed you have." Annabeth giggled.

"Here, I have Fire Whisky too, it will help with the chill," Barry said as he poured a shot into a paper cup.

Annabeth lifted the cup and was about to drink it down when the scent hit her.

"Ewww, nope. This smells like Fireball, you know, cinnamon schnapps? Nope, bad memories. Nope, nope, nope. Here, you drink it. I have scotch if I need a belt."

"You have scotch and I'm drinking fire whisky? Hardly seems fair" Barry smiled as he drank the shot, shaking his head to hold it down.

"Sorry, that stuff is vile. Back in college my boyfriend and I got lit on it with some friends. I woke up the next morning with his junk in my face and a taste in my mouth that can't be described. It was as though all the joy and happiness in the world had vanished and been replaced with demonic hellhounds barking inside my head. It was awful. I made your friend Tim seem like a light weight when it came to vomiting, and I had a guy regularly putting his junk in my mouth back then. Never again."

"You're never letting a guy put his junk in your…"

"No, I still do that. On the first date if I feel like it. No, I mean drinking cinnamon schnapps."

"I see, so uh, is this a first date?" Barry grinned.

"Barry! Geez!" Annabeth exclaimed, realizing that her lowered inhibitions had betrayed her. "This is a woman who is hanging out with a couple of nice people she has met. Not a date."

"Oh."

"But don't stop trying, it's not outside the realm of possibility that I end up with junk in my mouth before the night is over, it is something I've come to enjoy."

"Oh, you do?" He grinned.

"Yes, I do, I love the look on a guy's face when he's going all 'oooga oooga oooga and loses it and then its like 'Yay! Splooge.' It's a control thing I guess, maybe. I like to be in control" she winked as she kissed him on his cheek. She knew she was teasing him and was enjoying his shocked reactions at the wholesome looking girl describing her feelings about blowjobs to him.

Barry turned to face her and throwing caution to the wind, kissed her. His courage was buttressed by weed and alcohol, and even more by the idea that he might get his dick sucked.

Ananbeth hesitated, but since she was mildly intoxicated and since his beard tickled, and since he wasn't trying to gag her with his tongue, and since he tasted of cinnamon schnapps, and since her libido was suddenly on fire with the thoughts of blowjobs, she kissed him back.

His left arm around her shoulders, under the quilt Barry's right hand found its way to the back of Annabeth's thigh, where it lingered through out her kissing him. His large calloused hand felt good to Annabeth, it felt masculine to her, not touching her too soft or too strenuously. Still feeling liquid courage, he slid that hand down towards the wonderland he knew rested between her legs and he was particularly aroused as his fingertips passed the lace at the top of her stockings and found bare skin beyond. Just as he was touched her through her thong, several things happened.

First, Annabeth gasped, second the match started, and finally, the door to the box opened and Tim came in. The couple sat up, almost caught in the act, and Barry pretended to be pointing out something on the field to Annabeth, who pretended to be listening. Tim took the seat on the other side of Annabeth and pulled the quilt on top of him too.

"Hey guys, miss me? Did I miss anything?"

"Of course we did!" Annabeth exclaimed, Barry was just pointing out the goals to me and what that guy, what's he called again Barry?"

"The keeper."

"Right, what the keeper does. Please continue Barry, Tim, they just started. I never said stop," she said as she took Barry's hand under the quilt and pulled it to the top of her thigh, casting a smile to him as she did.

"Yeah, it's a pro match so they won't release the Snitch for at least fifteen minutes. In the amateur matches you'll see at Hogwarts they release it with the Quaffle and the Bludgers. No one wants to see a three or four hour amateur match. Unless its Potter, they say he's great to watch on a broom."

"Oh! We just learned Harry is coming back to finish his last year, he's going to be captain of his team this year." Annabeth said, proud she could contribute something to the conversation.

"Really? That's cool. Oh, was that what the thing in the paper was about? I wish I had read that better. I'd love to see him play, supposedly he is the best seeker Hogwarts has produced in a long time and gets better every year. So, yeah, in the pro leagues they release either at the fifteen, thirty or forty five minute mark. That lets the teams run up the score before the match ends if they can, and the fans don't feel robbed by a quick snitch," Tim explained as Barry's hand, under the quilt, pulled Annabeth's skirt towards her waist.

Annabeth leaned toward Tim and kissed his cheek while taking his hand under the blanket and resting their entwined fingers on his lap.

"What's that for?" Tim smiled.

"So you would know how much we missed you silly, maybe you can come up to Hogwarts for a match, if you promise not to throw up too much. Now, you guys have to keep me warm," Annabeth answered, just as Barry's thick fingers that were touching her through her thong found her clitoris.

"Mmmm," this is going to be a great night, she murmured in her tipsy state.

'Am I such a slut I'm going to let these guys finger bang me in public? Really? I'm that horny?" She wondered.