The Three Broomsticks was empty so Rosmerta was wandering around cleaning when someone entered the bar.
It was the first time Rosmerta had seen him INSIDE of her establishment, but of course she recognized him. Anyone in the wizarding world would.
"Good evening," Albus Dumbledore said.
"We're closed for the night," Rosmerta said.
Dumbledore chuckled. Rosmerta hadn't been telling a joke, though. It was like the idea of rules applying to HIM amused Dumbledore.
"I'm looking for someone," he said. "You wouldn't happen to have anyone staying the night? Perhaps they bought that room recently?"
"No, no one purchased a room tonight," Rosmerta said. "Not since the early afternoon."
She was telling the truth since Harry was the one who reserved a room upstairs. Sinistra had just gone to meet him.
Instead of leaving, Dumbledore casually walked around the room like it was his own home.
"I trust you, Rosmerta," he said. "You've been a pillar of the Hogsmeade community for decades. I would hope that you, too, trust in me."
"Of course headmaster," Rosmerta said. "Who doesn't?"
Dumbledore chuckled. He said: "Too many people these days, it feels. I wish that everyone could take a lesson from you my dear. We are living in dangerous times. I need trust and support if I'm going to protect you."
"Protect me? Am I in danger?" Rosmerta asked.
"All of us are," Dumbledore said. "That is how it will remain until Lord Voldemort is defeated. His death eaters could claim another victim at any time. We can only protect each other by growing close, and sharing our secrets."
It wasn't really sharing when it only went one way, though. Even Rosmerta, who was just a barmaid, could understand that. Dumbledore wasn't offering to give up his secrets. He was urging her to tell him ANYTHING she knew in return for protection.
"I'll remember your words in these dangerous times," Rosmerta said. "If anyone requests a room late at night in the future, I'll send a message to you."
Dumbledore seemed satisfied. "That won't be necessary. It's only one person that I'm on the trail of. A thief, if you must know."
"Someone managed to steal from you?" Rosmerta exclaimed.
"Regretably so," Dumbledore said. "Though I'll see to it that they do not cause any lingering damage. Good night, Rosmerta. I wish you safety in these dangerous times."
He left. Rosmerta watched the door swing shut and listened to the bell above it ringing. She walked over and locked it in three places, shutting the window shutters.
Rosmerta hurriedly climbed the stairs. As she got closer to the top she started to hear loud noises.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Gaaaaaah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"
Rosmerta's fingers shook when she grabbed the handle of the last room on the right.
It was the only one in the inn with occupants. When Rosmerta entered, she had to stop and admire what she was seeing.
There was a camera sitting on the corner of the bed. All the sheets had been messed up and stained. A beauty was bent over on the bed with her big black ass raised for her lover. Harry Potter was as muscular and sexy as the night he claimed Rosmerta. His muscles rippled while he repeatedly thrusted into Professor Sininstra's ass.
Rosmerta began to get wet. It had already started a little bit when she heard the two of them, but seeing this was even more arousing. Harry had decided that in order to truly lay claim to the best ass in Hogwarts, he had to shove his dick straight between those cheeks.
Sinistra had obviously had every single one of her holes used already. Rosmerta could see the signs of it around her mouth and cum dripping from her gaping pussy. Harry looked over and noticed the owner of the establishment.
"Rosmerta!" Harry said. "Can I help you with something?"
He swatted Sinistra's ass so hard that it created a crack loud enough to make Rosmerta flinch. At the same time Rosmerta couldn't understand how he was talking so casually, as if they were just greeting each other over breakfast.
"Dumbledore visited," Rosmerta forced herself to say.
"Did he now," Harry said. "I wonder how he knew?"
"I think…" Rosmerta swallowed and forced herself not to get distracted. "He might have spells that tell him when someone apparates into Hogsmeade. It didn't seem like he knew who he was following, just that someone might have come. I didn't tell him anything."
"Thank you," Harry said with a charming smile that was just cheating. "While you're here, would you mind helping out?"
Rosmerta swallowed. "What do you need?"
"It should be easy," Harry said. "We've been making a private collection for Sinistra here, and I want some action shots to go into it. But as you can see, my hands are full…"
They were literally full: of Sinistra's gooey dark chocolate cheeks, which he was keeping pried apart to violate her butthole.
"W-What kind of pictures?" Rosmerta asked.
"I'll leave that up to your artistic expression!" Harry said.
Rosmerta walked forward. She was starting to notice that the room smelled like sex; sweat and semen. The whole bed was shaking from what Harry was doing to his former professor. Rosmerta picked up the camera and hastily stepped back. If she stayed right next to the bed, she felt like her legs were going to give out from the aching feeling in her womanly flower.
Rosmerta took a deep breath and started to snap photographs.
Since this was a wizarding camera, it would capture everything, even the recoil of Sinistra's body each time Harry rammed it. The sounds would be lost, which Rosmerta found herself bemoaning. They sounded so good… the cracking noises that sounded like the strike of a whip, but was just a man sheathing himself in a woman.
"We don't need TOO many," Harry said, sounding amused.
Rosmerta realized that she had descended into a frenzy of photography. She was holding down the camera's trigger as she snapped as many photos as she could. Embarrassed, she tried to slow down and take her time.
She moved around the bed for better angles. When she went in front of the breeding pair, Rosmerta was briefly stunned.
Sinistra was a distant acquaintance. Rosmerta had NEVER seen her make a face like this one! It was beyond simply being with a man. Sinistra was being satisfied in a way that would ruin her for other men for eternity. She was getting addicted in front of Rosmerta's eyes.
It wasn't fair. Rosmerta wanted that too.
"Take the picture," Harry said firmly.
Rosmerta jumped. She did as he commanded, desperate to earn more of his favor. Sinistra's demeaning but honest expression was immortalized along with the rest of the photos that had been taken of her.
Perhaps sensing that the work was done now, Harry finally came in her asshole. It was the last of Sinistra's holes that hadn't yet been pumped with his seed, which meant he was now looking at a complete set. His big white dick pulled out of her black ass, and Harry gave her a lost spank for the road. Rosmerta was unable to help snapping a photo of those cheeks jiggling like gelatin.
"I think that she's at her limit," Harry said, staring at his former professor. "What do you think, Madame?"
Rosmerta flinched.
"I think that she can't go any more!" Rosmerta said. "She's way too exhausted!"
"Why are you shouting?" Harry smirked. "Are you embarrassed about something?"
Rosmerta blushed. Harry's dick was still hard. If Sinistra couldn't do anymore, that dick would need to be sheathed inside someone else. Since Rosmerta was the only other option, she had gotten excited.
Harry knew everything that was going through her head. She could tell just from the way that he smirked at her.
He got off the bed and approached her. Harry gently took the camera out of her hands and placed it back on the bed. When he turned his back to her Rosmerta immediately looked down. Even his ass was muscular.
"Dirty woman," Harry said.
He pulled her close after quickly spinning back to her. He had known right away where she was looking. Rosmerta swallowed as she felt his dick poking into her stomach.
"I have one load left in me," Harry said. "Sorry, but Sinistra stole most of it. I had to thank her for some good work she did for me. But, don't worry Rosmerta. One round can feel like an eternity with me. So I'll just ask: where do you want it?"
Rosmeta only hesitated for a second but Harry went on like she'd frozen.
"Tits?" He grabbed her boobs and groped them straight through her skimpy robes. "Mouth?" He stuck two fingers in her mouth and made her suck on them, only to yank the digits out as soon as Rosmerta got accustomed to them. "Pussy?" He shoved his hand inside her robes and past her panties. His two fingers that were wet with her spit dug into her flower, rubbing her insides. Rosmerta moaned. "Or… ass?"
Harry spun her around. He dry humped Rosmerta's clothed ass. His big dick wedged between her cheeks, straining her robes and forcing her to feel the dimensions of his cockmeat.
"Th-That one," Rosmerta mumbled.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"I said that one," Rosmerta repeated at a louder volume.
"That one? I don't know what that means?" Harry said.
"P-Please f-fuck my asshole!" Rosmerta screamed. "I want to get addicted like that slutty astronomy teacher!"
"Your wish is my command," Harry said.
Rosmerta felt her robes rip. He probably used magic somehow, but since she couldn't see what he did it made it feel like Harry had torn her robes with raw masculine strength. He shoved her panties down and didn't bother undressing her any more than that. Harry just pinned Rosmerta against the wall and started fucking her ass as hard as he wanted.
"What do you think?" Harry asked. "Are you happy with your choice?"
"I'm gonna break," Rosmerta moaned. "I'm gonna break, I'm gonna break, I'll break, I'll break… break break break break BREAK!"
She started howling. It was a good thing that no one else was in the Three Broomsticks because they were raising the kind of fuss that could wake every occupant.
Rosmerta was getting what she wanted. She understood why Sinistra had looked that way. This was something beyond sex. It was unbelievably dirty and intimate. Harry was rough, but it never felt like he didn't care. She had never experienced anything like it.
"You're even better at this than the last time we fucked!" Rosmerta exclaimed.
"That's me," Harry said. "Always improving."
Everything in his life had become about training. He was completely focused on being better than he'd been the day before: smarter, faster, stronger, and even better in bed. He was the ultimate lover. Rosmerta was ruining her robes by squirting all over the inside of them.
"Grab my tits Harry!" Rosmerta screamed. "Please squeeze them! I want them to please you!"
Everyone knew that her bosom was her best quality. She wanted to offer her tits to him like he was a god taking offerings. Anything to please him!
Harry accepted her offer. He groped her boobs while he rammed her ass. He even kissed her!
Rosmerta sluttily opened her mouth and accepted his tongue's attention. She was moaning like a common whore off the street. She just… She was feeling SO good.
"Cum in me Harry," she groaned. "Take my hole. Please."
She couldn't even tell if he understood her because she was slurring her words so badly. Harry was still kissing her and it was hard to force her lips to move.
Rosmerta felt him pinch her nipples through her robes. She screamed and squirted with all her might. Her voice kept on getting louder, then hit a climax and started to taper off.
Minutes ticked by. At least thirty of them passed while the sexy barmaid was getting her asshole stretched. Every once and a while Harry would mutter something nonsensical like: "Is there a reason I end up doing anal whenever I visit Hogsmeade?"
The rest of the time he talked dirty in Rosmerta's ear. He called her his slut and his toy. Rosmerta lapped it up. She couldn't think of any better fate.
Eventually Harry pinned her arms behind her. He said: "Take what you wanted." Rosmerta squirted all over her inner thighs while Harry came inside of her asshole.
As she shrieked, Rosmerta heard a sudden camera click.
She looked back in time for her face to be captured in the moving photograph that was created. Professor Sinistra had grabbed the camera that was laying next to her and snapped a photo of Harry, naked, taking Rosmerta from behind.
Sinistra smiled at Rosmerta. The two women shared a silent moment. Without any words, they agreed that they would be sharing EVERY photo that had been taken here tonight. Maybe in the same room, with sex toys that they could share as well. Or better yet, Harry, if they could pull him away from his busy life.
Fantasizing of watching this night on repeat and then getting Harry to create a sequel, Rosmerta and Sinistra both passed out, giggling perversely.
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