Summary: After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he's going out, then Merlin be damned, he'd go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn't ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.
Chapter 8: Rosie Cheeks
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"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 to 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 ales.
"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 in to 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 spilled 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. "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 for 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.
Author's Note
Ooooo Cammi is closer than she thinks… Let's see if she can keep following that thread to the right places…
Next chapter: More Rosmerta and the return of our favourite bookworm!
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