The morning after Rita Skeeter's article hit the stands, Harry's promotional campaign began in earnest. He had spent weeks planning his approach, knowing that the Triwizard Tournament had given him a platform unlike anything most wizards his age could dream of. The article served as the opening salvo, but Harry wasn't content to let the story speak for itself.
He took the time to discuss a few points with Susan, Daphne, Tracey, and Fleur over the following days, and as suggested, he made strategic appearances throughout Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. At Honeydukes, he casually mentioned to Ambrosius Flume how the underwater lozenges had saved his life during the second task. At Flourish and Blotts, he spoke with genuine enthusiasm to other customers about the twins' innovative approach to magical confectionery. Every conversation felt natural, but Harry knew exactly what he was doing.
The key was authenticity. Rather than pushing the product aggressively, Harry shared his experience as a satisfied user. He demonstrated the lozenges' effects in a shallow pool behind the Three Broomsticks, with Madam Rosmerta's permission, showing curious onlookers how smoothly the transformation occurred. No gills, no webbing, just clean underwater breathing that lasted exactly as long as advertised.
Word spread quickly through the wizarding community. Shop owners in Diagon Alley began inquiring about wholesale prices. Professional divers from the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures sent owls expressing interest. Even the Auror department made discrete inquiries about potential applications for underwater surveillance.
The response exceeded Harry's most optimistic projections.
-Break-
Fred and George Weasley sat in their shared dormitory, staring at the pile of order forms, investment proposals, and business inquiries that had arrived by owl post that morning. The stack was literally three feet high, and more owls kept tapping at their window.
"Bloody hell," Fred muttered, holding up a letter from Gringotts about establishing a proper business account. "Look at this one, George. They want to discuss 'substantial initial capital investment opportunities.'"
George shook his head in disbelief, scanning through another handful of letters. "I can't even pronounce half these companies' names. Listen to this - 'Whizbang Wizarding Investments Ltd cordially invites Messrs Weasley to discuss expansion opportunities in the emerging aquatic assistance market.'"
"The what market?" Fred laughed, but his voice carried a note of nervous excitement.
"That's what I said." George set down the letter and looked at his twin seriously. "Mate, I think we might have actually done it. We might have created something that's going to change everything."
Fred nodded slowly, the reality of their situation beginning to sink in. "Harry wasn't joking when he said this would be big. But I never imagined..." He gestured at the overwhelming pile of correspondence.
"We need help," George said definitively. "Proper help. Accountants, lawyers, the whole lot. We can't handle this from our dormitory anymore."
"Agreed. But first, we need to thank Harry properly. This is all down to him, really. We created the product, but he's the one who made it into a phenomenon."
George grinned. "I know exactly how to do that. We're throwing a party. A proper celebration. Everyone who matters, everyone who's supported us. And Harry gets the recognition he deserves."
"The Three Broomsticks?"
"Where else? Rosmerta owes us a favor anyway, after that time we helped her with the Butterbeer barrel problem. I'll ask her about the private room in the back."
Fred stood up, suddenly energized. "Right then. Let's make this happen. But first, we need to have a very important chat with dear Harrykins."
-Break-
Within a week of the article's publication, the Weasley twins' lives had changed completely. They'd moved their operation out of their dormitory and into a rented space in Hogsmeade, with proper brewing equipment and storage facilities. The initial orders alone had generated enough revenue to fund a proper laboratory setup.
Investment offers poured in daily. Serious wizarding businesses wanted partnerships. The twins found themselves in meetings with sharp-suited goblins from Gringotts, discussing profit margins and expansion strategies. Harry had hooked them up with a pair of lawyers he'd come to know about from Susan who had taken up the reins and spared them all the complicated jargon. Still, terms like "market penetration" and "brand recognition" became part of their daily vocabulary.
But perhaps the most satisfying change was the shift in how other people viewed them. No longer were they just the class clowns, the troublemakers, the ones who would never amount to anything serious. Suddenly, professors who had dismissed them for years were asking thoughtful questions about their techniques. Students who had never given them a second glance were now treating them with newfound respect.
"It's mental," Fred said to George as they walked through the halls of Hogwarts. "Did you see McGonagall's face yesterday when she asked about our 'entrepreneurial endeavors'?"
"I nearly choked on my pumpkin juice," George replied. "Five years of detentions, and now she wants to know if we'd be interested in speaking to her first-year Transfiguration students about 'practical applications of magical theory.'"
The attention wasn't entirely comfortable. Both twins were used to being overlooked, to working in the shadows. This sudden spotlight took some adjustment. But they were adapting quickly, learning to present themselves as serious businessmen when necessary while maintaining their essential mischievous nature.
The financial success was beyond anything they'd imagined. Their parents no longer had to worry about their future. Bill and Charlie had sent congratulatory letters, expressing genuine pride in their younger brothers' achievements. Even Percy had grudgingly acknowledged their success, though his approval came with the typical snide comments here and there that were not surprising in the slightest.
-Break-
The private room at the Three Broomsticks buzzed with laughter and conversation as the Weasley twins' celebration got into full swing. Harry had arrived early, as had become his habit when visiting the pub. Madam Rosmerta had greeted him with a warm smile and a subtle brush of her hand against his as she led him to the back room.
"Everything's prepared exactly as the twins requested," she said quietly, making sure to remain close to Harry, her voice soft and her breath hot against his ear as they walked. "Though I suspect they'll be too excited to eat much tonight."
"They deserve this, Rosie," Harry replied, letting his fingers briefly touch hers as she handed him a butterbeer. "All of it."
Rosie's eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than strictly necessary. "They're not the only ones who deserve recognition tonight. What you did for them... it was remarkable."
Before Harry could respond, the door burst open and Fred and George entered, followed by their parents and siblings. Rosie had already shifted subtly from him, establishing respectable distance between them as Harry took in the newcomers.
Arthur Weasley was the first to approach Harry, his face beaming with genuine gratitude. "Harry, my boy, I don't know how to thank you properly. What you've done for Fred and George... it's extraordinary."
"They created something brilliant," Harry replied modestly. "I just helped people see it."
Molly Weasley didn't bother with words. She pulled Harry into one of her bone-crushing hugs, tears of joy visible in her eyes. "You've given our boys a future," she whispered fiercely. "A real future. We'll never forget this kindness."
The gratitude was overwhelming but genuine. Harry had never experienced this kind of family warmth directed toward him, and he found himself deeply moved by the Weasleys' reaction.
Ron approached next, looking slightly awkward but sincere. "Thanks, Harry. Really. I know things have been... yeah, but what you did for my brothers was brilliant."
Harry nodded politely. "They deserved the recognition. The lozenges are genuinely impressive."
The conversation remained brief and cordial, neither of them attempting to bridge the gap that had formed between them over the years. Some friendships simply ran their course, and both seemed to understand that.
Hermione offered her own thanks, more articulate but equally restrained. "It was very generous of you, Harry. I'm sure Fred and George appreciate having someone believe in their potential."
"Everyone deserves a chance to succeed," Harry replied diplomatically.
As the evening progressed, the mood became increasingly celebratory. Butterbeer flowed freely, and the twins regaled everyone with stories of their sudden business success, their natural storytelling ability making even the most mundane meetings with goblin investors sound like grand adventures.
Throughout it all, Percy Weasley sat in the corner of the room, a butterbeer barely touched in front of him, watching his twin brothers hold court like conquering heroes. His girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, sat beside him, but the distance between them was obvious to anyone paying attention.
"I suppose I should be happy for them," Percy said quietly, his tone suggesting anything but happiness. "Though I do wonder about the long-term sustainability of building a business around what amounts to an elaborate prank product."
Penelope shot him a sharp look. "Percy, they've created something genuinely useful. Professional divers are ordering their lozenges. The Ministry is interested. How is that a prank?"
"It's still based on their... unconventional approach to magic," Percy replied stiffly. "I just think there are more serious ways to contribute to society. More dignified ways."
"Dignified?" Penelope's voice carried a hint of disbelief. "They're just out of their OWLs and they've created a successful business. They're contributing to the wizarding economy. How is that not dignified?"
Percy straightened his shoulders, adopting his most pompous tone. "I simply believe that true success comes from working within established institutions, following proper procedures, demonstrating respect for authority and tradition. This... this is just entrepreneurial flash."
Across the room, Fred caught Percy's disapproving expression and rolled his eyes. George noticed too and shook his head with amused exasperation. They'd long since stopped caring about their brother's opinion of their life choices.
Penelope noticed the twins' dismissive reaction and felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She shot Percy another disapproving look, which he completely missed, too focused on his own sense of superior wisdom.
"You know what, Percy?" Penelope said quietly, her voice tight with frustration. "Sometimes I think you can't stand seeing other people succeed in ways you haven't thought of yourself."
Percy turned to her in surprise. "That's not fair, Penny. I'm simply being realistic about—"
"About what? About your need to diminish anything that doesn't fit your narrow definition of proper achievement?" She stood up abruptly. "I need some air."
She walked away, leaving Percy sitting alone, confused and slightly hurt, still not understanding why everyone seemed to be overreacting to his completely reasonable observations.
The little exchange had not gone unnoticed by a certain emerald-eyed wizard who frowned as he saw Penelope walking out of the private room. He excused himself from the Weasley parents after a minute and followed suit.
Harry found Penelope standing outside the pub, looking up at the stars with a troubled expression. The sounds of laughter drifted from inside the pub, completely opposite from the air that surrounded the blonde woman standing by herself.
"Everything alright?" he asked gently, approaching carefully.
Penelope turned to look at him and managed a weak smile. "Just needed a moment. It's quite loud in there."
"Percy giving you trouble?" Harry asked calmly.
His directness surprised her, but for some reason, she appreciated it.
"Is it that obvious?" She sighed heavily. "I like him, Harry. I really do. But sometimes he makes it so difficult."
Harry leaned against the wall beside her, keeping a respectful distance between them but offering his presence as support. "He has strong opinions about how things should be done."
"Strong opinions, yes. But also... he can't seem to be happy for his own brothers. They've achieved something remarkable, and all he can do is criticize their methods." Penelope's frustration was evident in every word. "He's so concerned with being proper and dignified that he's forgotten how to be kind."
"That must be exhausting for you."
She nodded, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "It is. And the worst part is, I don't think he even realizes he's doing it. He thinks he's being helpful, offering 'realistic perspective' or some such nonsense."
Harry considered his words carefully. "Have you talked to him about it?"
"I've tried. But he just gets defensive and starts explaining why he's right and everyone else is being emotional or impractical." Penelope wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I feel like I'm dating a Ministry pamphlet sometimes."
Her admission was brutal and honest. Harry could see the pain she was trying to hide, and he felt the affection she held for her boyfriend had been eroding under the weight of constant disapproval and condescension that was so very Percy.
"You deserve better than that," he said simply.
Penelope looked at him sharply, as if surprised by his bluntness. She should've been offended with the direct remark, but she couldn't… not when…
"I... I've been thinking the same thing lately. Is that terrible of me?"
"No," Harry replied firmly. "It's honest."
Penelope stared at him searchingly, but before she could respond, the pub door opened and Angelina, Alicia, and Katie emerged, clearly looking for them.
"There you are," Angelina said, her brows furrowed and her voice filled with concern. "We saw you leave upset and wanted to make sure you were okay."
Katie approached Penelope directly. "Percy being his usual charming self, I take it?"
Despite her distress, Penelope let out a small laugh. "Is my misery that transparent?"
"Only to anyone with eyes," Alicia said dryly. "We've all watched him sit like someone kicked his puppy. How he's dismissed his brothers' achievements tonight. Can't imagine he's any more supportive with his girlfriend."
"He means well," Penelope said automatically, but stopped herself. "Actually, no. I keep saying that, but I'm not sure he does mean well. I think he just likes being right, at least in his own eyes."
"There's a difference between being supportive and being superior," Angelina said calmly. "And Percy definitely leans toward the latter."
Katie, never one to mince words, was more direct. "Penny, you're brilliant. You're kind, you're funny, you're gorgeous. Why are you wasting your time with someone who makes you feel small?"
"I don't know," Penelope admitted quietly. "Habit, maybe? We've been together so long, and I keep thinking he'll change, that he'll realize how his attitude affects people."
"But he hasn't changed," Alicia pointed out gently. "And tonight, watching him diminish his own brothers' success, suggests he's not going to."
Harry listened to the conversation without interfering, knowing that this was something Penelope needed to work through with support from those who understood her situation better than he did.
"I've been thinking about ending things," Penelope said suddenly, the words tumbling out as if she'd been holding them back for weeks. The admission took them by surprise.
"What?" Angelina asked, her eyes widening.
Penelope sighed. "I was actually planning to do it yesterday, but then this whole celebration came up, and I couldn't bear to ruin such a happy moment for the family."
"So you're putting your own happiness on hold to avoid inconveniencing people who probably wouldn't blame you for recognizing that you deserve better?" Katie's tone was incredulous.
"When you put it like that, it sounds rather foolish."
"It sounds normal," Angelina corrected. "But Katie's right. You shouldn't have to sacrifice your wellbeing for everyone else's comfort."
"Especially when Percy's behavior is making you miserable," Alicia added. "No girl should have to put up with a boyfriend who constantly makes her feel like her feelings are invalid."
Penelope was quiet for a long moment, processing their words. When she spoke again, her voice was stronger. "You're right. All of you. I've been making excuses for him for months now, telling myself he's just stressed about his career, or that he doesn't realize how he sounds. But he does realize. He just doesn't care enough to change."
"That's not love, Penny," Katie said softly. "Love means caring about how your actions affect the person you're with. It means being willing to grow and change together."
"Percy thinks love means having someone who agrees with all his opinions and supports all his decisions without question," Penelope replied bitterly. "I've been trying to be that person, and I've been miserable."
Harry finally spoke up. "Life's too short to spend it pretending to be someone you're not to make someone else comfortable."
The simple truth of his statement seemed to settle something in Penelope's mind. She straightened her shoulders and wiped the last of her tears away. "You're all right. I know what I need to do."
"Good for you," Angelina said firmly. "And don't feel guilty about it. You gave the relationship a fair chance. More than fair, really."
"Much more," Katie agreed. "The twins certainly won't blame you. I suspect they've been wondering why you put up with Percy's nonsense for as long as you have."
"Will you be okay?" Alicia asked with genuine concern.
Penelope managed a real smile for the first time that evening. "I think I will be. Better than okay, actually. I'd forgotten what it felt like to make a decision based on what I actually want instead of what I think I should want."
As they prepared to go back inside, Katie lingered beside Harry for a moment. "That was well done," she said quietly.
"She needed to hear it from friends, not from me."
"Maybe. But you gave her the push to be honest about what she was feeling. That matters." Katie's fingers brushed against his arm. "Some people need that kind of direct honesty."
Her gaze flicked briefly toward the pub, where Rosie could be seen through the window, and her smile became more knowing. "Direct honesty can be quite... refreshing."
Harry met her eyes, understanding perfectly what she was implying. "Indeed it can be."
"I'm glad we understand each other," Katie said, her tone light but Harry could detect a hidden meaning behind her words. "Makes things so much simpler, doesn't it?"
Before Harry could respond, she was walking back toward the pub, leaving him with the distinct impression that she was cooking something in that devious brain of hers once again—something that had struck her not too long ago.
When they returned to the private room, the party was in full swing. Fred and George were demonstrating the lozenges' effects using a large tub of water, much to everyone's delight and amazement. The transformation was smooth and complete, allowing them to speak clearly underwater while maintaining normal breathing.
"Absolutely remarkable," Arthur Weasley was saying, his fascination with the magical innovation evident in his breathless voice. "The practical applications are endless. Underwater construction, aquatic research, emergency rescue operations..."
"We've had inquiries from the Department of Mysteries," George admitted, grinning widely. "Can't tell us what they want them for, obviously, but they're very interested."
"Probably something to do with that lake in the Forbidden Forest," Fred speculated. "Or maybe they want to investigate those underwater caves in Scotland that nobody's been able to explore properly."
Harry rejoined the conversation, accepting pats on the back from various Weasley family members and friends.
Molly Weasley approached him again, this time with a small wrapped package. "This is for you, dear. Just a small token of our appreciation."
Inside was a beautifully knitted sweater in deep green, with a golden snitch embroidered on the front. The craftsmanship was exquisite, clearly representing hours of careful work.
"Mrs. Weasley, this is beautiful. Thank you." Harry's voice was thick with genuine emotion.
"You're family now, Harry," she said simply. "What you've done for our boys... family takes care of family."
The sentiment hit Harry harder than he'd expected. For someone who'd grown up without any real family connection, being claimed by the Weasleys was both wonderful and slightly overwhelming. He gave the woman a genuine smile, watching Neville out of the corner of his eye who had a similar sweater on as he sat with Ginny who had her head leaning on his shoulder. A small smile touched his lips as he exchanged a glance with Katie who grinned.
Meanwhile, Percy had returned to the celebration, looking somewhat subdued but still looking like he was the paragon of superior wisdom. He noticed Penelope's absence but seemed to assume she was simply fixing her makeup or some such thing. His obliviousness to the crisis in his relationship was almost impressive in its entirety, but it was even more pathetic when one thought about it.
"Harry," Percy approached him with his characteristic pompous manner, "I wanted to acknowledge that your... promotional efforts... have been quite effective. Though I do hope Fred and George will consider transitioning to more traditional business practices as they expand."
"I think they're doing just fine with their current approach," Harry replied diplomatically, not wanting to create drama at the twins' celebration.
"Oh, certainly, for now. But proper business requires proper structure, proper oversight, proper respect for established procedures..." Percy launched into what was clearly a prepared speech about the importance of bureaucratic compliance.
Harry listened politely, but he couldn't help noticing how Percy's condescending tone sucked the energy out of every conversation. No wonder Penelope was reconsidering their relationship.
He was strongly getting the urge to punch the daylights out of this prick but he exercised restraint. This was not the time, nor the place.
As the evening progressed, Harry found himself increasingly aware of the subtle dynamics playing out around him. Katie's meaningful glances and casual touches accompanied by Rosie's insinuating smiles and the lingering conversations between the two women whenever she arrived with drinks and food gave him enough hints as to what was going on there. He did not miss Penelope's growing distance from Percy either, and he let the chasers keep her engaged. Instead, he allowed himself to take in the twins' genuine joy and gratitude.
Whenever Rosie came to check on the room, seemingly to see if anyone needed fresh drinks, she always found reasons to stand close to Harry, her hand resting briefly on his shoulder as she leaned past him to collect empty bottles, giving him a tantalizing view down her neckline.
"Everything satisfactory?" she asked quietly, her voice caressing his ears as she leaned past him once again, her breasts brushing against his chest.
"Perfect as always," he replied with a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, his tone making her smirk in return. She drew back slowly, her eyes dropping to his lips for a moment before she seemed to catch herself.
Katie, who was standing nearby, observed this exchange with obvious amusement. When Rosie moved away, she approached Harry with that mischievous smile he'd come to know well.
"Quite the hostess, Madam Rosmerta," she said casually. "Very... attentive to her guests' needs."
"She takes pride in her service," Harry replied, matching her casual tone.
"I'm sure she does. And such... personal service too. Very thorough." Katie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Some might even call it... all-inclusive."
Harry couldn't have missed the innuendo even if he tried. Katie already knew about him and Rosie, finding the dynamic amusing and hot, but with the way she was teasing him now and how he had seen the two women interact with each other throughout the night, he had a feeling that a very different game was afoot here, one that involved him as the centerpiece. He found it both enticing and dangerous, and it was one delicious combination.
"You seem remarkably interested in... this all-inclusive service," Harry remarked casually, sipping his butterbeer. He easily recognized Rosie's special touch in the drink and it left no doubts in his mind now as to what was afoot.
"Oh, I appreciate quality service myself," Katie replied with an absolutely wicked grin that never failed to stir his loins. "And I believe in... collaborative approaches to customer satisfaction."
Yeah, there was the confirmation that was not needed at all. He should've known an adventurous vixen like this one would be interested in something like this. He had given her exhibitionist side the opportunity to come out. It only made sense that she'd try to go further beyond.
Before he could respond, Fred's voice cut through the room. "Attention everyone! Time for proper toasts!"
The room quieted as Fred raised his butterbeer high, George standing beside him with an identical expression of joy and gratitude. Harry and Katie exchanged a meaningful glance as they stood up, both knowing that there was much more left here than they'd talked about.
"First, to our family," Fred began, his voice carrying more emotion than usual. "Mum, Dad, all of you - thank you for believing in us even when we were blowing up toilets and turning Percy's teddy bear into a spider."
Percy merely rolled his eyes.
"To Harry Potter," George continued, his voice becoming serious. "Who saw potential where others saw pranks. Who believed in us enough to stake not only his reputation but his very life on our success. Who proved that friendship means taking risks for the people you believe in and care about."
"To Harry!" the room chorused, raising their drinks high.
Harry forced himself to stay calm amid the numerous pats on the back and the chorus of applause and whistles. "You did all the hard work. I just helped people notice."
"To partnerships!" Arthur Weasley added, raising his own drink. "To innovation! To young people who aren't afraid to challenge the way things have always been done!"
"To success!" Molly chimed in, tears of joy streaming down her face. "To our brilliant boys who've made us so proud!"
The toasts continued around the room, each person finding something to celebrate. Even Percy managed a grudging acknowledgment of his brothers' achievements, though he couldn't resist adding reserved remarks about "sustainable business practices" and "long-term strategic planning."
Penelope, who had been mostly quiet since returning from outside, raised her own glass. "To courage," she said simply. "To having the courage to pursue your dreams, and to make the changes that lead to happiness."
Her words had significant meaning to them that Percy completely missed, but several people understood perfectly. She was toasting her own decision as much as the twins' success.
As the evening wound down, people began to drift away in small groups. The elder Weasleys departed first, Molly still dabbing at her eyes with joy and Arthur still marveling at the business implications of the twins' success.
Percy left with Penelope, though Harry noticed she walked slightly apart from him, her body language making the emotional distance clear despite them leaving together. Harry suspected Percy was in for a very difficult conversation sometime soon.
The twins lingered longest, still processing the magnitude of their sudden success. They sat with Harry, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie as the room gradually emptied, and the girls promptly found their spots on the respective guys' laps.
"I still can't quite believe it," George said quietly. "Yesterday we were brewing in our dormitory, hoping we wouldn't get caught by McGonagall."
"And today we're fielding investment offers from Gringotts," Fred finished.
"You deserve every bit of it," Angelina assured them. "You've worked hard for years to perfect your techniques."
"And you never gave up, even when everyone told you that your interests were just silly pranks," Alicia added.
"Still feels surreal though," Fred admitted. "Like we're going to wake up tomorrow and find out it was all an elaborate dream."
"It's real," Harry said firmly. "And it's just the beginning. You've got the foundation now - proper facilities, serious investors, proven demand. The next phase is going to be even more exciting."
Katie leaned back against Harry who had his arms around her, looking up at him with obvious appreciation. "You know, watching you work this whole campaign has been quite impressive. Very... strategic. Very thorough in your approach."
Her tone had that familiar undercurrent of innuendo that seemed to be her default mode around him lately. Harry was becoming increasingly aware that Katie's interest for the night had already shifted to something else, something that involved him and herself and a certain busty barmaid. He was all too happy to encourage her.
"I believe in being thorough when something matters," Harry replied smoothly, smirking. His hands were gently stroking her bare leg right where her skirt ended and Katie unconsciously parted her legs slightly, making her skirt rise further.
"Oh, I've noticed. Very... hands-on in your approach regarding everything." Katie's smile was absolutely wicked. "Some might even say... intimately involved in ensuring success."
The twins, focused on their own conversations with Angelina and Alicia, missed the byplay entirely. However, Harry did not miss the looks being exchanged there, or the touches that had started to get slightly out of hand for a semi-public setting.
"I think we should get some rooms here," Katie murmured, wiggling in his lap as she too watched the other two couples' hands drifting. The quartet turned at the sound of her voice and a silent communication seemed to pass in the room.
"You four grab whichever rooms catch your fancy," Harry remarked as he got up along with Katie who leaned against his front. "I'll talk with Rosmerta."
"You're the boss, Harrykins," Fred replied with a grin that was matched by George, and they watched as they hastened out of the room with their respective ladies, undoubtedly eager to get their private celebrations started.
As soon as they left, Katie turned to Harry and furiously slammed her lips against his. Harry reciprocated in kind, pulling her body flush against his. Their lips moved in sync, their tongues colliding and battling in a wet kiss as their hands roamed all over each other.
"I've got something special planned for tonight," Katie murmured against his lips as she pulled back.
"Oh? I couldn't have guessed," Harry smirked as she grabbed his hand and began dragging him with her. He allowed her to lead the way, taking the opportunity to spank her rear over her skirt as they descended the stairs. All she did was grin filthily over her shoulders.
It became clear where their destination was, and Harry watched the familiar room appear as Katie pushed the door open. They walked in, and their eyes immediately fell on the buxom blonde sprawled on the bed, apparently waiting for them.
"Wonderful celebration," she said casually, her eyes on Harry as she gave him a wink.
"It was perfect," Harry smiled as he shut the door, feeling the charms take hold.
"I aim to please," Rosie replied with a wink, her gaze shifting to Katie for a moment. "Customer satisfaction is my highest priority."
Katie's delighted laugh made it clear she'd caught the innuendo. "Well," she said, stretching in a way that drew both their eyes to her body, "I suppose we should let you finish your work, Madam Rosmerta. Though I'm sure if you need any... assistance... someone would be happy to stay and help."
"That's... very kind of you to offer," the woman purred, her voice breathless as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. "And do call me Rosie, dear."
"Sure, and I'm always happy to lend a hand," Katie replied sweetly. "Especially when it comes to... collaborative efforts."
Harry's grin widened as he leaned against the door, his eyes tracing the curve of Rosie's ample breasts, barely contained by the low-cut blouse that clung to her like a second skin.
Katie sauntered forward, her hips swaying purposefully. She stopped just short of the bed, her fingers trailing lightly over the edge of the mattress, teasingly close to Rosie's thigh.
"Collaborative efforts, you say?" Rosie murmured sultrily, her full lips curling into a knowing smile. She shifted, letting one leg slide off the bed, giving them a view of the smooth expanse of her thigh as her skirt rode up just enough to hint at what lay beneath. "I do love a team player."
Katie giggled as she perched on the edge of the bed, close enough that her knees almost brushed Rosie's. "Oh, I'm all about teamwork," Katie whispered huskily, leaning forward. "But only if my teammates are also… fully committed."
Harry took that as his cue. He pushed off the door and slowly made his way across, resting his hand against Katie's lower back as he came to a stop beside the bed.
"Well then," Rosie said, her fingers toying with the edge of her blouse, pulling it tightly to show off the swell of her large tits that both Harry and Katie ogled with undisguised appreciation, "let's see how committed you two really are."
She leaned back on her hands, pushing her tits out upwards, her blonde hair falling loose and spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes remained locked with Harry's, a silent invitation in her sultry gaze that he took up in a heartbeat.
Shifting forward, he reached out and fisted the front of her blouse, right over her tits. Rosie let out a breathless giggle as she was pulled forward, her tits smashing against Harry's chest as he held her firmly against his body.
Their eyes locked together, they leaned closer as Katie pushed herself on her knees, wrapped her arms around Harry from behind.
"Why don't we show each other how up for it we all really are?" She murmured, nuzzling the side of his neck, her eyes meeting Rosie's. She saw the same lust reflected in those blue orbs and it made her grin.
Harry's hand rose and he grabbed Rosie by the throat, and without wasting a breath, he pulled her to him, furiously slamming his lips against hers.
Pressed up against him from behind, Katie's smirk widened, her hand drifting downward.
The night still had everything to offer.
TBC.
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