"Here's the Firewhiskey you ordered! And an extra bottle, for my favorite table."
Rosmerta batted her eyes as she set down three full bottles of Ogden's finest. She left with swaying hips that every man at the table couldn't help watching. Sirius leaned to Remus.
"Have you ever seen Rosmerta act like that?"
Remus cleared his throat. "She's always been a bit flirty. It raises more tips."
"That's not flirty," Sirius swore. "That's something else entirely."
When she was back behind the bar, Rosmerta saw that the table was still looking. She winked.
"It's over the top!" Sirius insisted. "She's up to something!"
Marlene rolled her eyes. "Of course she is. She wants Harry to—"
"Buy a lot of drinks!" Harry said. "I'm actually a pretty regular customer here. I was at the pub when Dumbledore scouted me."
"A heavy drinker, huh?" Sirius grinned. "Let's see if you can keep up with me!"
Just like that, he forgot about Rosmerta. Drinks were poured. Harry ended up going shot-for-shot with Sirius to keep him from getting suspicious. Harry wasn't a lightweight himself but Sirius had the liver of a giant. It didn't take long for Harry to develop an erratic hiccup.
"Say, Harry. You didn't go to Hogwarts, did you?" Sirius asked.
Harry's head cleared slightly. "I would've been there at the same time as you if I had. No, I was homeschooled."
"Really?" Remus said. "Were your parents wizards?"
"Both of them," Harry said. "My dad was a pureblood. That's where I get my last name. My mum was a Muggle-born, so they raised me in the Muggle world. I guess they didn't trust Hogwarts because they kept me at home. I think my mum had bad experiences in the past."
"Shame, that," Sirius said. "But it's strange. When McGonagall told us off in the meeting, we flinched the same way. I ended up like this after seven years in her classes. From the way you reacted, I'd almost guess it was the same for you."
Harry laughed. He hoped it didn't sound nervous. "She's my superior right now. I guess even if you work with her, she has that effect on you."
"That makes sense," James said. "I've got coworkers like that. It's hard to talk to former bosses, even now that I outrank them."
Sirius and Remus both nodded. Harry let out a relieved sigh that he hid behind a sip of his drink. After a second, something occurred to him.
"James, what do you do?" he asked.
From the way that James was talking, Harry would have guessed he was the Head Auror. But Madame Bones said Scrimgeour still had that job. He obviously wasn't the Head of the DMLE. If James was an Auror captain, he couldn't outrank any of his ex-bosses, so it seemed like a decent question.
Everyone at the table — even the girls — stared at Harry.
"You don't know?" Sirius asked. "You seriously don't know?"
"Nobody told him. It's not a problem," Remus said.
"But—"
"You don't need to make my work seem this important," James said.
He'd been working on his alcohol the slowest, but he downed the rest of what was in his glass.
"I'm Chief Warlock," he said.
"As in… of Wizengamot?" Harry asked.
"That's the one."
"That's the one, he says," Sirius muttered. "As if there are other Chief Warlocks running around. Like it's nothing to be proud of."
"I thought you were an Auror," Harry said, feeling like he was floundering.
"He was." It was Sirius who answered. "Both of us were. But we quit after the war. We joined to make a difference, and neither of us felt like we were doing that. James decided to dive into politics. I chose to get as far away from them as I fucking could."
"Why'd you think James is always sitting next to Dumbledore at meetings?" Marlene asked.
"Because he's trustworthy?" Harry said.
She snorted. "Cute. Not totally wrong, I guess. But the answer is that he's more important than us."
"After I'd been in Wizengamot for years, Dumbledore nominated me as his successor to the position," James said. "It was his choice. He thought that more good could be done if I had the role. So that if anything ever happened to his reputation, vultures like Malfoy couldn't pick up all the pieces."
"And you've done a great job," Remus said.
"Thanks," James grunted in a way that made it hard to tell if he believed it.
"Harry!"
The group looked over to see Rosmerta beckoning him.
"I just got a delivery of Firewhisky to the back room, but it seems like I misplaced my wand. Could you help me carry it?"
Harry started to stand up. Hestia was on her feet first.
"I'll get it!" she said. "I'm pretty good with a levitation charm."
She pulled her wand out of a hip holster and flicked it flashily. Rosmerta's smile lessened a fraction.
She led Hestia toward a door into the backroom… and stopped short. "Oh! Here's my wand! Turns out I can get it myself!"
"But—" Hestia said.
Rosmerta disappeared, leaving Hestia to return to the table.
"That's a nice holster," Sirius said.
The leather sleeve affixed to Hestia's hips was inscribed with runes along the edges, blocking anyone from summoning her wand while it was holstered. Hestia slid her wand back in and ran a hand over the leather.
"Thanks!" she said. "It's new. I have a tournament coming up, so I want to be prepared. Speaking of…"
Marlene's eyes narrowed as Hestia looked straight at Harry.
"The pointers you gave me last time really helped!" she said. "I didn't know how to thank you, so I decided to get you free tickets. You know, if you're interested in coming to watch. I was going to give them to you tonight… But I forgot them on my dinner table. You should come by when you're done drinking, and I can give them to you!"
"Send them by owl. I'll make sure he gets it."
Thud!
Hestia yelped aloud as Rosmerta returned and dropped a full crate of Firewhisky behind the bar with a jerk of her wand. The bartender smiled widely and sauntered over to the table. By now the rest of the bar's patrons had retired for the night, letting her give the corner table her undivided attention.
"Mail can get mixed up between professors. It's not safe. So why don't you send the tickets to me by owl, and I'll deliver them personally. That's much better than making him Apparate to your apartment this late. With all that Firewhiskey he's had he's likely to splinch himself."
"Oh!" Hestia said. "I— It— Look what I found!"
Her hand had gone into her pocket. It came out holding two tickets to a London Duelists event.
"I must have brought them after all!" she said. "That's so silly of me. Ha. Hahaha. Haaaaaa…"
Her eyes flickered around, confirming everyone was looking at her, and she immediately tried to hide by pressing herself against the closest wall. She was a really poor liar.
"You're looking pretty drunk there, Harry."
At some point, Marlene had managed to get Remus to switch seats and put herself next to him. Harry hadn't even noticed. Maybe he was tipsy.
"I know what'll freshen you up." Never the shy type, Marlene grabbed his hand with both of hers. "Hogsmeade used to be my second home back when I was a student. There's this one tree right on the edge of town that's always been a nice sight. Let's take a walk and check it out— the cold air will get that flush out of your cheeks."
"That tree?" Seconds ago Hestia had been trying to avoid attention, but she couldn't stay silent now. "I know the one you're talking about. It actually got chopped down."
"Bullshit," Marlene said.
"It's true. Hagrid needed firewood so he cut it down to get ready for winter."
"She's right," Rosmerta said. "I would know. I live here. That tree is gone."
"You're making that up!" Marlene insisted.
"Why would I? It's just a tree. Was just a tree."
Marlene slammed the table. Sirius, who had been pouring himself another shot, spilled whisky on the table.
"No!" Sirius said.
Maybe he wasn't actually as good at handling alcohol as he claimed. Instead of using his wand like a wizard, he bent down and started licking whisky off the table until Remus and James yanked him up by the shirt.
"Sorry," Sirius said. "Muscle memory."
It was a good thing the ladies were distracted or it would've been hard to explain that one without giving away his unregistered Animagus form.
"Admit it!" Marlene stood up. "You just don't want to let me be alone with Harry!"
"Yes. That was the general idea," Rosmerta said. "If you're going to mess up my plans, I'm going to mess up yours."
Harry felt a headache coming on as if tomorrow's hangover was setting in. "Come on, we can just drink in peace, can't we—"
"No," all three women told him.
He looked at the Marauders for help. The Marauders all looked at each other… and stood up.
"It's getting late," James said.
"I have to be in bed before the hour is up. I have work tomorrow," Remus said.
"I've had enough to drink." Sirius couldn't hide his grin. "You can hold your alcohol, Harry! You should have another bottle."
They went toward the door, whistling. All three of them. Harry reached out a hand. "Wait!"
Only James stopped. Sirius and Remus went out the door, but James looked back.
"Good luck," James said.
For a second, he smiled the way Sirius had been. Then he was gone. Harry was alone at the table.
The vacated seats around him were taken by Marlene, Hestia, and Rosmerta.
"Let's get rid of pretenses," Rosmerta said. "They're only getting in the way now. I'd like to fuck Harry tonight."
"But… I was really looking forward to that too!" Hestia said. "I… I've only gotten the chance once. Y-You're so close to Hogwarts, you must get to have him all the time!"
"It's been weeks," Rosmerta said. "I'm overdue."
"Well I've never even slept with him!" Marlene said.
The other two looked at her smugly.
"Don't give me that look! I was going to change that tonight, before you got in the way!"
"Do I get a say in this?" Harry asked.
"Please, stay quiet honey," Rosmerta said. "We're deciding things over here."
"But shouldn't Harry choose?" Hestia asked.
"I don't think he has it in him," Marlene said. "He seems like the type to worry about hurting someone's feelings."
Harry smiled awkwardly. She was right. He did not want to pick one and ruin the other two's nights. It was why he tried to avoid this situation in the first place.
"Well… does someone have to lose?" Hestia asked.
"Obviously. There are three of us and one of him," Marlene said. "Unless you mean for us to share."
"Can't we?" Rosmerta said. "That sounds better than arguing. I'm already sick of waiting as it is, so I'd rather not waste the next half an hour talking past each other."
"I… would be fine with that," Hestia squeaked.
"With you two?" Marlene looked offended. Gradually, her expression lost its severity.
"...Fine."
Just like that, Harry was being dragged to Rosmerta's bedroom.
O-O-O
Harry thought that he now had a decent idea what it would be like to be torn apart by a pack of hyenas.
His clothes were stripped away like layers of flesh off a carcass. There was definitely something predatory about the process— his shirt was yanked up, his pants pulled off, and his boxers dragged down. When it was finished, he got a brief moment to catch his breath while the girls got rid of their own outfits.
Harry had a second to look at each of them as they stood in all their glory.
Rosmerta was the curviest, with the heaviest chest and the widest hips. Her body looked nothing but soft. Which it was; Harry confirmed it in the past with vigorous, hands-on testing.
Hestia was fit without being muscular. When she turned around, her arse was the best out of the three. Her skin was a particularly dark tan. Freckles dotted her face and the upper parts of her body.
Marlene was the one Harry was seeing nude for the first time. Maybe her personality was so boisterous because her body was so small. She had blond hair and a petite build. She just about came up to Rosmerta's shoulder. She wasn't as well-endowed as the others in her chest or derriere, but her proportions looked pleasant on her short frame.
"I— I'll be going first!" Hestia announced.
She scurried forward and put herself on her knees. Using her right hand, she gripped Harry's member and stroked it. She could feel blood flowing into it, the appendage growing steadily while Harry looked over the beauties in front of him.
"Alright Hestia," Hestia mumbled to herself. "Just like you practiced."
She opened her mouth and placed Harry inside it. She slid halfway down his cock, pulled back, and started again. Her tongue swished side-to-side in her mouth. Each repetition brought her a little bit closer to Harry's base. At one point she took her lips off of him and gave him a few good licks, coming in from different angles. Once she was used to his taste she went back to sucking, pulling her lips tighter around his shaft.
The blowjob started so well that Harry was shocked it was coming from the same tentative woman he made love to in his quarters. The more Harry's cock swelled, and the bigger it got, the more Hestia started to struggle. When she went halfway down him now, you could hear her starting to gag.
Harry ran a hand along the side of Hestia's short hair, stroking its soft surface. She leaned into the touch like a cat, nuzzling his fingers.
"How cute," Rosmerta said.
She approached from the side. Instead of joining Hestia or getting in her way, Rosmerta went over Hestia.
The barmaid jumped onto Harry, forcing him to catch her or else they'd be sent pitching backwards. Harry managed it, getting a hand on each cheek of her arse to hold her up. Rosmerta wiggled to get comfortable, grinding her moist entrance against Harry's abs.
"Go on, honey." Rosmerta pushed her breasts up, forcing them into Harry's face. "Use your mouth the way I know you want to."
Harry bit into the plump left breast, then did the same to the right one. Rosmerta's pink nipples were as appetizing as any Harry had seen. The low-cut dresses she wore had fueled so many boys' fantasies over the years about just what her bare chest looked like, and if you asked Harry the real thing exceeded every expectation. He gave her right nipple a heavy tug and listened to Rosmerta's musical exclamations.
Seconds later, it was Harry's turn to moan.
It wasn't the coolest sound he had ever uttered, but the potency of what he was feeling justified it. His arse cheeks had been pulled apart. A tongue took advantage of the opening, delving into his body through the backdoor.
"Mmm. Now that's a hot sound," Rosmerta cooed. Because of how he was holding her, with her breasts level with her face, she was looking down at him— a smile on her gorgeous face. "Why can't I make you sound like that?"
The tongue exited him long enough for Marlene's voice to pipe up.
"This is one of my best tricks! Just because you two took the flashy jobs doesn't mean I won't pull my weight!"
"Whatever you're doing down there, by all means, do it more," Rosmerta said. "This side of Harry is absolutely adorable."
Her hands encircled Harry's head, burying his face into her breasts with no way of escape. Marlene returned to her work behind him, treating Harry to feelings he hadn't experienced before. Is this what Aurora felt like? he wondered. If so, some of the Astronomy professor's noises and faces were starting to make more sense.
Hestia was just as excited as Marlene. Bit by bit, she was working her way lower on Harry's shaft. It wasn't like Harry could see his fellow Order member sucking away at him, with Rosmerta in the way as he was, but he could definitely hear Hestia. The sloppy slaps of his tip against her moist throat were impossible to miss. He still felt her tongue darting all over him, teasing his shaft each time she throated his meat.
Rosmerta was petting his hair. He could sense her long finger gliding over his scalp. Marlene was getting more adventurous, twisting her tongue in ways that made Harry's entire body shudder. Hestia took a sudden plunge.
"Glurk?" she choked.
She had abandoned her calm approach and thrown herself onto him, letting his cock impale her gullet. Harry heard burbling sounds as she fought to keep his cock positioned inside of her. She lasted five seconds, which Harry considered an impressive amount of time. Finally, she yanked her face back with a hefty gasp.
She had hit her limit, but she lingered long enough to tip Harry over the edge. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view) she quit at the exact time Harry was ready to cum. The results of her work were deposited all over her face in three fat, dripping, warm globs.
Sensing that Harry had cum from the way that his body shook, Marlene took her tongue out of him and hopped to her feet, hugging Harry from behind, her perky boobs digging into his mid-back.
"Way to go Hestia!" Marlene cheered. "Of course, I think I played the starring role, so… I call first dibs!"
That was enough foreplay to leave all three of them thoroughly ready for more. As the fastest to react, Marlene got to him first the instant that he set Rosmerta down, dragging him over to the closed door.
The petite blond pulled Harry's arm and quickly spun around, so that Harry was pinning her against the wall with their faces inches apart. Light from the room's lamp glinted off of Marlene's nose piercing. Harry had been able to feel the metal's cool touch on the interior of one of his arse cheeks a few seconds ago, a feeling that had been far less unpleasant than he would've expected.
"After everything I went through to get this far, your cock better be worth it," Marlene said.
"You're always so blunt," Harry said. "It's cute."
He was still a tad drunk, and it was changing the way he talked. The straightforward compliment made Marlene's eyes widen a fraction. Before she could say anything, Harry had lifted one of her legs and plunged inside of her.
His dick easily opened her up. She gasped and moaned at a girly pitch Harry had never heard from her. When he thrusted, the door behind her clattered on its hinges.
"Fuck," Marlene cursed. "You've definitely got size…"
"Are you implying I don't know how to use it?" Harry's grin was cocky; another sign of the alcohol. "I'm hurt. I take pride in my skills."
"I didn't mean it like— That!"
Marlene's voice shot up in pitch. Harry's thrusting was hard enough to move her body, sliding her up the door. She'd just been moved high enough that when she stretched her toes, they couldn't reach the ground.
"How does it feel now?" Harry was still smiling. "Let's talk about my skills again. Tell me exactly how you feel."
"Like m'damn puss is being torn in two!" Marlene shouted.
"Good. And do you like it?"
"I love it, y'damn fool!" she howled.
Harry's thrusts only got faster. Marlene's pert breasts violently trembled, and her pupils were slowly getting closer together, going crosseyed.
Meanwhile, the room's other two occupants had retreated to the bed to wait for their turn. Without realizing it, Hestia and Rosmerta scooted closer to each other as they watched.
"He wasn't like this when he was with me," Hestia confessed.
"He was a bit rough with me, but that's because I asked for it," Rosmerta said. "He definitely wasn't so… cocky?"
"I think getting him drunk might have been a mistake."
"Or," Rosmerta said, "a stroke of genius. You can't convince me that this isn't hot."
Hestia stayed silent.
Since his body was helping to pin her to the door, Harry only needed to keep one hand on Marlene's body. He lifted the other one and ran the back of his knuckle down her cheek. When he got to her chin he grabbed it, tilting her face toward him.
"Look at me," he said.
Marlene listened as well as she could, having a hard time getting her eyes to focus. Her wispy blond hair was scattering after each thrust, her whole body jerking. On the bed, Hestia put a hand on Rosmerta's chest— groping her breast in the process. Rosmerta didn't complain. Probably because she had grabbed Hestia's inner thigh.
The women looked at each other.
"I should have fought to go first," Rosmerta said.
"It is… a lot to look at," Hestia admitted.
"Hey." Rosmerta moved her other hand to Hestia's face, dragging the fingers along Hestia's cheek. "You're still dirty."
Most of Harry's cum had already dripped off of her face, but there were still spots of it visible.
"I guess I am," Hestia said.
"Hold still. I'll fix that for you."
Rosmerta leaned in and messily licked Hestia's face, wiping away the residue with her tongue. Hestia moaned. Her hand on Rosmerta's breasts squeezed. That made Rosmerta tighten her hand on Hestia's thigh, gripping it tightly. It didn't take long from there for Hestia to lean back and Rosmerta to straddle her, the two taking their pleasure into their own hands with Harry occupied.
Harry, meanwhile, had turned Marlene. Instead of having her twisted sideways, he flattened her body. It was almost like missionary, except that Harry was standing up straight and Marlene was folded, her shoulder blades against the door and her stomach curled.
"Not bad, right?" he asked.
He was holding Marlene's hips to keep her steady. Her body trembled under his grip.
"I can't take it anymore…" she moaned.
A chain reaction of orgasms went off, one after another. Harry could see her eyelids opening and closing rapidly. He laughed and held her hips tighter.
"I don't want to keep the others waiting too long," he said. "Sharing is caring."
He gave a few more hard thrusts, listening to Marlene groan. Right before the moment of magic he pulled out. The cum-shot that followed had enough range to hit Marlene on the neck and lower face. Harry set her down as gently as he could from the awkward position, leaving her to rest for a bit.
When he turned around, he found that Hestia and Rosmerta had gotten bored with waiting.
Hestia was on top of the barmaid now, the two of them kissing while Rosmerta pawed at Hestia's lovely backside. Any softness in Harry's dick fled after a few seconds of watching.
As Harry approached, Rosmerta separated her lips from Hestia's with a giggle.
"I can still taste him inside your mouth," she revealed.
That only made Hestia kiss her more fiercely. Until Hestia jolted, feeling Harry's cock enter her from behind.
Instead of ending their kiss, she and Rosmerta made out harder. Harry put his hands over Rosmerta's, weaving his fingers between hers and gripping Hestia's arse.
"If I go fast, you can handle it, can't you?" he asked.
He decided to interpret Hestia's groans as a green-light.
Her thighs shook as Harry's body hit hers. Hestia ended up moaning too hard to keep kissing. Instead of going idle, Rosmerta bit Hestia's neck, leaving marks. The barmaid giggled.
"No one will believe how you got these, even if you tell them," she whispered.
As soon as he was hitting a groove, Harry flipped them over.
It only took one strong rolling motion. He moved them so that Rosmerta was on top, Hestia trapped underneath her. His cock switched pussies, pounding into Rosmerta's looser and wetter snatch.
She howled and came almost instantly. Hestia was briefly disappointed, but quickly saw an opportunity for revenge. She sunk her teeth into Rosmerta's neck, giving her hickeys of her own.
"Sorry." Hestia giggled. "You might lose some tips now."
"The jokes on you…" Rosmerta moaned. "Some customers are into that."
Harry gave her arse a spank. This wasn't Apolline— Rosmerta was used to this kind of bedroom play. She wiggled her rump, inviting a second blow, and Harry obliged. When he felt Rosmerta orgasm, he flipped them again.
Harry went back and forth, alternating each time one of the women climaxed. On the other side of the room, Marlene was touching herself while she watched, cum still dripping off of her chin. Harry was grinning. With the alcohol in his system, he was feeling a bit smug about how things had turned out. And why shouldn't he?
Hestia and Rosmerta were treated one after the other for almost thirty minutes before Harry pried them apart.
He separated them, leaving them each on their back facing him. They figured out what was happening quickly. Both opened their mouths, giving Harry a target that he did his best to hit.
He shifted his cock side to side as the orgasm arrived. It was the third one in a short amount of time, lessening the size and force of the load. Although he aimed for their mouths, most of the cum dripped out along the women's chins. They hardly cared, after the workout their crotches had been given.
Rosmerta and Hestia leaned over to each other, getting the taste they had been after by licking Harry's load off of the other's face. Harry's cock ached as he watched them. It had already gone soft, but the show in front of him was urging him to get hard again, an urge his body was failing to follow through on.
Marlene summed it up pretty succinctly.
"Merlin," she said. "That's hot."