Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
The next morning, Harry, Neville, Lavender, Parvati and Padma gathered in the Great Hall for breakfast, looking forward to their trip to Hogsmeade. Harry even managed to convince Hermione to put down her books for a few hours and she agreed to go with them.
After breakfast, the group headed towards Hogsmeade, walking along the familiar paths that led to the village. The air was cool, and the sun was shining, making it the perfect day for an adventure.
When they arrived at Zonko's, they were greeted by Seamus and Dean who were already there., "Guys, you won't believe the news that arrived!" Seamus led them to a shelf where some of the latest and most interesting items were displayed.
"Look at this," said Seamus, holding up a small, shiny vial. "It's an instant itch powder. Just a pinch and you can't stop scratching for hours!"
Neville laughed, but looked at the bottle with a bit of trepidation. "I think I'll pass this time."
Harry took out a package of dung bombs and showed it to Seamus. "Those are still classics. I remember when Fred and George used them at Filch."
Seamus nodded with a smile. "Yes, but look at this." He picked up an item that looked like a small black box. "This is the ultimate in disappearing games. It looks like an ordinary gift, but when the person opens it, a cloud of magical smoke surrounds them and they disappear for a few minutes. Imagine the confusion!"
Lavender, Parvati and Padma were examining a magical board game that promised unpredictable adventures. "This looks like a lot of fun to play on weekend nights," commented Padma.
Harry found an object that caught his attention – a small silver sphere that emitted a pulsing light. "What is this, Seamus?"
"Ah, that's the sphere of illusions," explained Seamus, with a twinkle in his eye. "When you activate it, it creates an illusion around you, making you invisible for a few minutes. Great for sneaking around without being noticed."
"Perfect," said Harry, placing the orb in his basket. "I'll take one of those."
As they explored the store, laughing and discussing the possible mischief they could get up to with their new items, Harry couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia. Zonko's had always been a place of joy and fun for him and his friends, and it was good to see that even with all the challenges they faced, they could still find moments to have fun.
With their baskets full of miscellaneous items, the group headed to the counter to pay. The attendant, a middle-aged man with a bushy mustache, smiled at them as he tallied up their purchases. "You guys look ready to cause a lot of mischief," he commented, winking.
"Of course," replied Seamus, winking back. "We're just keeping the tradition alive."
Leaving the store, everyone was laughing and talking excitedly about the games they were going to play. Harry held the bag full of products and couldn't help but smile as he thought of the reactions these magical items would provoke in his Hogwarts classmates.
Upon arriving at Honeydukes, Harry and his friends were greeted by the irresistible aroma of sugar and honey that filled the air. The store was filled with Hogwarts students, all eager to buy their favorite sweets. The shelves were packed with colorful treats, from Chocolate Frog jumping inside its packaging Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, which promised both delicious flavors and unpleasant surprises.
Lavender ran straight to the caramel section, her eyes shining with excitement. "These are my favorites!" she exclaimed, grabbing a large bag and filling it with the golden sweets. Parvati and Padma moved on to the jars of gummy bears, each choosing their favorite colors and flavors.
Harry, however, was drawn to a new section he hadn't noticed before. A large display case displayed a selection of newly released magical sweets. He picked up a box of Sugar Feathers, each promising a different effect upon consumption, from temporary levitation to the ability to speak in verse for a few minutes. Laughing, he placed the box in his basket, imagining the mischief he could get up to with them.
Neville, with his usual calmness, was choosing some chocolate bars filled with rare plant essences, each promising a unique experience when consumed. "They say this one has a touch of Mandrake," he told Harry, showing him a bar wrapped in green paper.
As Harry wandered the aisles of the store, his attention was caught by a beautiful crystal box that contained a single enchanted caramel apple. The label said the apple had been enchanted to never lose its freshness, no matter how long it was stored. He presented it to Hermione and smiled at how she added it to her basket, wanting to study the spell in more detail.
As soon as they were ready to pay, Madam Rosmerta entered the store, bringing with her a wave of murmurs and curious looks from the students. She greeted customers with a smile, and when she saw Harry, her eyes lit up. "Harry, darling, how are you?" she asked, approaching him.
Harry smiled shyly. "I'm fine, Madam Rosmerta. Just enjoying the ride."
"You should come to Three Broomsticks later. I have some new butterbeers I'd like you to try," she said, winking at him. Harry felt his face flush slightly and nodded, knowing he would find a way to escape the group for a few minutes later.
After paying for the sweets, the group left Honeydukes, carrying their full bags and exchanging opinions about their purchases. "Where to now?" asked Parvati, still enjoying a strawberry candy.
"Three Broomsticks?" Lavender suggested, eager to try the new butterbeer that Madame Rosmerta will mention. Harry agreed, already planning his escape for a more private meeting.
Upon arriving at Three Broomsticks, the group was immediately enveloped by the welcoming warmth of the tavern and the tempting aroma of butterbeer. The lively noise of chatter and laughter filled the place, with students and Hogsmeade residents enjoying a moment of relaxation.
Hermione found Ron at a table big enough for everyone and motioned for him to follow her there. "Let's get some butterbeers," she suggested, taking off her scarf and settling down on one of the wooden benches.
Harry and Ron volunteered to fetch the drinks, walking over to the counter where Madam Rosmerta was busy serving a group of wizards. When she saw them, she smiled broadly. "Ah, my young adventurers! What can I do for you today?"
"Nine butterbeers, please," said Ron, as Harry took a quick look around, noticing the number of Hogwarts students who were also present.
"Of course, of course," replied Madam Rosmerta, deftly filling the glasses. She winked at Harry again, leaning a little closer. "What about you, Harry? Anything special you'd like to try?"
Harry smiled shyly. "Just the butterbeer for now, thanks."
When Madam Rosmerta handed over the glasses, she let her hand rest lightly on Harry's for a moment longer than necessary, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "If you need anything, I'll be here," she said softly, before walking away to serve another customer.
Harry and Ron returned to the table with the drinks, distributing them among their friends. "Here you go," said Harry, handing Hermione a glass. "Madam Rosmerta seems to be in a good mood today."
Hermione laughed, taking the glass. "She's always nice to you, Harry. I think you have a fan club in Hogsmeade."
While the group chatted and laughed, Harry watched Madam Rosmerta sideways, trying to find the right moment to discreetly walk away. Finally, when Hermione and Padma were engaged in lively conversation about their classes, Lavender and Parvati were discussing the latest gossip from Witch Weekly and Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville were discussing the latest Quidditch match, Harry saw his opportunity.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he said, standing up quickly. No one seemed to notice, everyone was busy with their own conversations. Harry made his way through the hall, dodging other students, until he found Madam Rosmerta near the kitchen entrance.
She smiled when she saw him. "Ah, Harry. What a coincidence. I was about to take some dishes into the kitchen. Would you like to help me?"
Harry nodded, and together they entered the busy kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind them, Madam Rosmerta turned to him, her smile now a little more mischievous. "Do you have a minute?"
"Of course," Harry replied, feeling his heart beat faster. She took him to the storage room, which was attached to the kitchen.
"So, Harry," she began, approaching him. "I was thinking... how about a special drink, just the two of us?"
Before he could respond, she pulled a bottle from a nearby cabinet and poured two shots of an amber drink into small glasses. "A toast," she said, handing Harry a glass, "to the good times."
Harry lifted the glass and drank, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through his body. Madam Rosmerta came closer, her eyes fixed on his. "You know, Harry, I've always liked you. There's something about you that attracts me."
He swallowed hard, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. "I...I like you too, Madam Rosmerta."
She smiled, running her hand over his arm. "Please call me Rosmerta."
She kissed him hard, pressing her huge knockers against his chest. With a swing of her wand, she applied a cushioning charm to the stone floor before falling to her knees.
Rosmerta slid her hands down his knees, slowly moving up to the bulge in his pants. "I haven't met someone so impressive in a long time." Impressive seemed insufficient, for when she unbuttoned the button and pulled down his pants, a huge member smacked her in the face. She was mesmerized by his size, wrapping both her hands around his cock, one on top of the other, and yet there was still a little left.
Harry swore he would never tire of that look of surprise in a witch's eyes upon seeing his size for the first time.
Never one to shy away from a challenge, she rubbed his cock along her face while one of her hands went up to his head. Wasting no time, she kissed the base of his shaft and licked his smooth balls before slowly dragging her tongue up his length.
Knowing they were short on time, she Wrapped his lips around the head, she felt his hips rise and his hands shot to her head automatically.
After she got his dick completely wet, she walked away, going to a corner and pulling him by his dick to follow her.
She quickly undressed and Harry was left staring at her giant jugs. They were easily the biggest breasts he had ever seen and he wasted no time, burying his face in them, pinching one nipple with one hand while lightly biting the other, eliciting a throaty moan from the bartender.
He took his other hand to her pussy, which was already wet. After a few moments of him continuing his ministrations, they walked away. Rosmerta pulled him into a kiss again and Harry reciprocated eagerly. She separated from him again and went to the wall, leaning on it, slightly bending her body, looking back with her eyes dilated with lust and wiggling her ass slightly, inviting him to act.
Harry wasted no time, entering her to the hilt in one thrust, making them both moan. Despite being older, she was still very tight and Harry found himself loving the feeling of banging her from behind. He held her by the tits as he started pounding her like there was no tomorrow.
Madam Rosmerta had never felt so excited before than at that moment. His dick was reaching deeper than she ever thought possible and she loved it. She began to push her ass back to meet his thrusts.
Her moans began to echo through the warehouse, but Harry didn't care, he was too far away to care if anyone heard them and continued to penetrate her vigorously.
Harry felt himself getting close, but he wanted Rosmerta to cum too. Without warning, he leaned forward and roughly pinched her nipples. He also sucked her neck hard.
"Ahh... I'm cumming." Was all she could say before her pussy closed. Her hands clenched against the wall as she continued to pant and moan, experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life. Her entire body was racked with pleasure as she felt Harry cum inside her, flooding her tunnel with his hot, creamy baby batter, which only heightened her orgasm.
When Harry was sure she had finished her orgasm, she looked at him questioningly, as if to say "What now?" Harry managed to regain some of his strength and with that, he hugged Madam Rosmerta to his chest and stood up before laying her down on a clean table.
Harry managed to pull away gently. "Rosmerta, I need to get back to my friends. They're going to miss me."
She nodded, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Of course, darling. But remember, I'll always be here if you need anything else. And don't worry, this warehouse is silent, so no one heard us."
"Good. I'll have to come back at a time when we can have more time." Harry said, giving him a kiss on his sweaty hair, before using a cleaning charm on himself and leaving the kitchen, trying to compose himself before returning to the table. His friends were so entertained that they barely noticed his prolonged absence. Sitting down again, he picked up his mug of butterbeer and smiled at them, trying to hide his excitement at what had just happened.
The tour continued with a visit to the Hog's Head, where they managed to smuggle some bottles of Firewhiskey, ensuring a lively weekend at the castle. Harry felt relaxed and content, knowing that that day in Hogsmeade had been more special than he could have imagined.
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