Harry's grip on Rosie's throat tightened just enough to make her gasp, her lips parting as he kissed her hard. Their tongues clashed in a messy, hungry kiss as Harry pressed her firmly against his front.
Katie's hands roamed lower as she reached around, her fingers grazing the front of Harry's trousers, teasing the growing bulge. She pressed herself closer, her breasts squishing against his back, and her breath hot against his neck.
"Getting a bit crowded back here," Katie murmured, her voice thick with lust. She nipped at Harry's earlobe, her tongue sliding out to taste him as she whispered, "Think we should give our hostess a proper Thank You for being so welcoming?"
Rosie broke the kiss with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "Oh, I'm ready for it," she purred, her hands already working the buttons of her blouse. The fabric parted, revealing a white lace bra that barely contained her full breasts. She shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor, and leaned back on her elbows, her chest thrust forward. "Show me what you've got."
Katie didn't need more invitation. She slid around Harry, her hands trailing across his chest as she moved to the bed. She climbed onto the mattress, kneeling beside Rosie, and ran her fingers along the blonde's jaw. "You've been teasing us all night," Katie said, her voice low. "Time to return the favor."
Rosie smirked, her eyes flicking between Katie and Harry. "Teasing's my specialty. But I'm happy to let you try."
Katie's hand slid down, fingers brushing the tops of Rosie's breasts before slowly dipping lower to trace the edge of her bra. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above Rosie's.
"Let's see how you handle this," she whispered as she closed the distance between them. Their lips brushed against each other in a soft kiss, both women getting a feel of it, and it intensified quickly.
Rosie responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet Katie's, and the kiss deepened. Their tongues rolled around wetly, their lips moving slowly as their hands roamed. Katie reached up and palmed Rosie's left breast over her bra, kneading the pillowy flesh gently and earning a soft moan from the older woman.
All the while, Harry watched, his cock straining against his trousers. He stepped closer, easily pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere behind him before he climbed onto the bed.
"Don't start without me," he said, his voice rough. He knelt behind Katie, his hands finding her hips, pulling her back slightly so her ass pressed against his crotch. She moaned into Rosie's mouth, the sound muffled but needy as she grinded her clothed pussy against his erection.
Rosie pulled back from the kiss, her lips glistening. "Oh, we're just warming up," she said, her hands moving to Katie's blouse, unbuttoning it easily. The fabric fell open, revealing Katie's bare breasts, her nipples already hard. Rosie's eyes darkened at the sight of them. "No bra? Oh, you naughty girl."
Katie grinned, arching her back to push her chest out. "Thought I'd save us some time."
Harry's hands slid up Katie's sides, cupping her breasts from behind, his thumbs brushing her nipples. She gasped, her head tipping back against his shoulder. "Fuck, Harry," she murmured, her voice hitching as he pinched her nipples lightly, rubbing against her rear from behind.
Rosie didn't waste time. She leaned forward, her lips closing around one of Katie's nipples, sucking gently at first, then harder, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. Katie's moan was louder this time, her hands tangling in Rosie's blonde hair, pulling her closer.
"Morgana, you're good at that," Katie breathed, her hips shifting restlessly against Harry, feeling his manhood press hard against her from behind.
While Rosie feasted on Katie's tits, Harry's hands moved lower, tugging her skirt up to reveal her panties. He found her already damp, and slipped a finger beneath the fabric, brushing against her slick folds. Katie jerked, her moan turning into a whimper.
Rosie glanced up, her lips still wrapped around Katie's nipple. "She's soaked already, isn't she?" she asked with a glint in her eyes as she gazed at Harry, her voice muffled against Katie's skin. She pulled back, licking her lips, and turned her attention to Harry. "Your turn, big boy."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He shifted, moving to kneel in front of Rosie, his hands reaching out to pull her close. He reached behind her, working the clasp of her bra. It fell away, revealing her heavy breasts, the nipples pink and stiff, and he groaned, leaning in to take one into his mouth, sucking hard as his hand cupped the other, kneading the soft flesh.
Rosie's head fell back, a low moan escaping her. "Fuck, yes," she muttered, her fingers threading through Harry's hair, holding him there. Katie watched, her hand slipping between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles over her clit through her panties.
"Don't hog him," Katie said, her voice teasing but filled with need. She crawled closer, pushing Rosie's skirt up to reveal matching white lace panties. "Let's see how wet you are," she said, her fingers hooking into the waistband and tugging them down. Rosie lifted her hips, letting Katie slide the panties off, revealing her glistening pussy.
Katie didn't hesitate. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste Rosie. She gave the pussy and long, slow lick that made the blonde gasp.
"Fuck, Katie," Rosie moaned, her hips bucking slightly. Katie grinned against her before she dove in, her tongue circling Rosie's clit, teasing and sucking hard.
Harry pulled back from those massive tits, leaving them shiny with his spit. He watched Katie push Rosie on her back, his cock throbbing painfully as she spread the blonde's legs wide and resumed eating her out.
"You two are something else," he said, his voice hoarse. He unzipped his trousers, freeing his erection, and gave it a slow stroke, his eyes locked on the sight of Katie's tongue buried in Rosie's pussy.
Rosie's eyes flicked to him, her lips curling into a smirk. "Come here," she said, beckoning him closer. He moved to her side, and she reached out, wrapping her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly.
"Fuck, you're so hard for us," she murmured, her thumb brushing over the tip, smearing precum all over the crown of his cock.
Katie glanced up, her lips glistening with Rosie's juices. "Share," she said, her voice playful. She shifted, and both women quickly moved to kneel in front of Harry. They shared looks of excitement and leaned in.
Katie reached him first, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock. Rosie joined her a moment later, their tongues meeting as they both licked him, their lips occasionally brushing in a messy, wet kiss around his shaft.
Harry groaned, his hands fisting in their hair. "Fuck, you're both too good at this," he muttered, his hips twitching as their tongues worked him over, one sucking the tip while the other licked the base. Katie's hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, while Rosie's lips slid down his length, taking him deep into her throat.
"Fucking hell," Harry gasped, his head tipping back. Rosie hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his body.
Suddenly, Katie pulled back, licking her lips.
"My turn now," she said to Rosie who pulled her mouth off Harry's cock with a wet pop and laid down. Katie grinned and moved to straddle Rosie's face, lowering herself until her pussy was inches from the blonde's mouth.
"Eat me, Rosie," Katie said, her voice firm but needy. Rosie didn't hesitate, her hands gripping Katie's thighs as she pulled her down, her tongue plunging into Katie's folds. Katie moaned, her hands bracing on the headboard as she rocked her hips, grinding against Rosie's face who blindly reached out, wrapping her hand around Harry's slick cock.
Harry watched as she stroked him lazily, her focus split between the handjob and licking Katie. He leaned forward, grabbing Katie's hair in a fist and capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, swallowing her moans as Rosie's tongue worked her clit. Katie's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in as she shuddered, already close.
"Fuck, she's good," Katie gasped against Harry's lips, her hips moving faster. "Gonna come soon."
Rosie pulled back just enough to speak, her voice muffled. "Do it. Come on my face." She dove back in, sucking Katie's clit hard, and Katie cried out, her body shaking as her orgasm hit, her juices coating Rosie's lips and chin.
Harry groaned at the sight, his cock twitching in Rosie's hand. "My turn," he said, pulling away from her grip. He moved behind Katie, who was still panting, and guided her to lie back on the bed beside Rosie. He spread her legs, his fingers brushing her sensitive folds, and leaned down, his tongue sliding through her wetness.
Katie moaned, her hands fisting the sheets. "Harry, fuck," she gasped, her hips lifting to meet his mouth. Rosie watched, her hand slipping between her own thighs, rubbing her clit as she prepared herself.
"Don't leave me out," Rosie said once she deemed it enough, her voice teasing. She shifted, straddling Katie's face this time, lowering herself until her pussy hovered over Katie's lips. "Your turn, sweetheart."
Katie didn't hesitate, her tongue flicking out to taste Rosie again, her hands gripping the blonde's thighs to pull her closer. Rosie moaned, her hips rocking as Katie licked and sucked, her tongue plunging deep through her wet folds.
Harry glanced up, his lips shiny with Katie's juices. "Fuck, that's hot," he said, his tongue circling Katie's clit before he sucked it gently, making her squirm. He slid two fingers into her, curling them just right, and she moaned into Rosie's pussy, the vibrations making the blonde gasp.
"Keep doing that," Rosie said, her voice breathy. "She's gonna make me come." Her hands cupped her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she rode Katie's face, her hips moving faster.
Harry's fingers pumped in and out of Katie, his tongue relentless on her clit. She writhed beneath him, her moans muffled by Rosie's pussy. "Fuck, Harry, I'm close again," she managed to say, her words slurred against Rosie's skin.
"Come for me," Harry said, his voice low and commanding. He sucked her clit harder, his fingers speeding up, and Katie's body tensed, her second orgasm crashing through her. She cried out, the sound muffled as Rosie ground down harder, chasing her own release.
"Fuck, yes," Rosie moaned, her head thrown back as she came, her juices flooding Katie's mouth. She shuddered, her thighs trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure, and soon, she collapsed beside Katie, panting hard.
Harry pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with need. "You two are fucking incredible," he said, his voice rough. He leaned back, watching the two women shuddering with orgasmic ecstasy, while his cock stood hard and ready.
Rosie was the first to catch her bearings and she sat up, her eyes locked on his erection.
"Come here," she said, crawling toward him. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, and leaned in, taking him into her mouth. Katie joined her shakily, their lips and tongues working together again, sucking and licking until Harry was groaning, his hands tangled in their hair.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," he muttered, his hips twitching. Rosie pulled back, grinning.
"Not yet," she said, her voice teasing. "We've got more to do." She pushed him onto the bed and swung a leg over him, climbing onto his lap, her pussy brushing against his cock. Katie moved beside her, kissing Harry deeply as Rosie positioned herself above his massive rod and sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch.
"Fuck, you're tight," Harry groaned, his hands gripping Rosie's hips as she started to move, riding him slow and steady. Katie's hands roamed over Rosie's body, cupping her massive breasts, pinching her nipples, and making her moan.
"You look so good riding him," Katie murmured, her lips brushing Rosie's ear. She slid a hand between the blonde's thighs, rubbing her clit as Rosie moved, her pace quickening. "Come on his cock, Rosie."
Rosie's moans grew louder, her hips grinding harder. "Fuck, Katie, keep doing that," she gasped, her body trembling. Harry thrust up to meet her, his hands guiding her movements, his cock hitting deep inside her. He gripped her ass hard, sinking his fingers into the pillowy flesh as he slammed hard and fast inside her, filling her repeatedly with his cock as she moaned and cried in pleasure.
Both he and Katie knew that the four other occupants of the pub could probably hear them right now, and it made them even hotter.
Katie's fingers worked faster, her lips finding Rosie's in a sloppy kiss. "Come for us," she whispered, and Rosie did, her body shaking as her third orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching hard around Harry's cock.
Harry groaned, his control almost slipping but he held himself back.
"Fuck, I'm close," he said, his voice strained. Rosie slid off him, her legs shaky, and in no time, Katie took her place, straddling him and guiding his cock into her.
"Give it to me, Harry," she said, her voice husky, and started to furiously bounce on top of him.
She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Rosie, refusing to remain passive, leaned in, kissing Katie's neck, her hands roaming over her body. She grabbed her tits and squeezed, pinching her nipples, before her hand drifted lower and started rubbing her clit.
"Fuck, you both feel so good," Katie gasped, loving how it felt as Harry hands gripped her ass as he thrust up into her and the way Rosie's fingers moved faster and faster.
Katie's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared a third climax of her own.
"Come with me," she said to Harry, her voice desperate. Harry gazed at her, and his thrusts grew erratic, his groans mixing with hers, and with one final thrust, he came, spilling inside her as she clenched around him with a loud wail that was most definitely heard by the two couples upstairs, her own orgasm hitting hard.
They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths as his cock slowly slid out of her, their combined orgasmic juices following suit.
Rosie laughed softly, her hand resting on Katie's thigh. "Well, that was a hell of a celebration."
Katie grinned into Harry's neck, her sweaty breasts pressed against Harry's equally sweaty chest, their bodies still heaving.
"Customer satisfaction guaranteed indeed."
Harry chuckled as Rosie pressed against his other side, and he wrapped his arms around them both, pulling them closer.
"Best service I've ever had."
The threesome lay there for a moment, catching their breath. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex. Katie's fingers traced lazy patterns on Rosie's skin, and Harry's hand rested on their hips, his fingers stroking their soft skin gently.
"Round two?" Rosie asked as she leaned back and gazed at them both, her voice playful and her eyes glinting with mischief.
Katie laughed, already shifting to kiss her again. "You're insatiable."
Harry grinned, his cock already stirring. "Good thing we've got all night."
-Break-
At the same time, a certain beauty sank deeper into the bath tub, letting the hot water lap at her collarbones as she tilted her head back against the rim. The steam from her bath rose in spirals, carrying the scent of lavender and vanilla.
Her light brown hair, now with longer blonde trails instead of just the tips, spilled over the edge, clinging to her neck and shoulders.
She'd dismissed her roommates hours ago, claiming she needed time to study. The lie came easily. What she really needed was space to think without Viktor's watchful eyes or her friends' chatter filling her head.
The second task had ended not too long ago, but she still couldn't stop replaying it.
Harry Potter had saved her. Not Viktor. Harry.
She remembered the moment clearly. Opening her eyes right when she emerged from the water surface to find his determined gaze staring back at her had been intense. His hands had been strong and sure on her waist as he pulled her upward. And there was genuine concern written on his features when she and the others had been getting examined.
But that wasn't what had her mind spinning in circles.
It was what happened after.
Natalia reached for the glass of wine she'd placed on the small table beside the tub, taking a slow sip as she remembered Fleur Delacour's reaction. The French veela had practically thrown herself at Harry the moment they reached the platform. And that kiss – Natalia's lips curved into a knowing smile.
She'd watched enough people kiss to recognize the difference between gratitude and familiarity. That hadn't been a spontaneous thank-you kiss between strangers. The way Fleur had melted into him, how Harry's hands had automatically found their place on her waist, the comfortable way they'd moved together as they caressed each other over their wet swimsuits—those were the actions of people who'd done it before.
Many times before.
"Interesting," she murmured to herself, setting the wine glass down and stretching one leg out of the water. Water droplets traced paths down her skin as she examined her painted toenails.
Viktor hadn't noticed. Most of the crowd hadn't either, too caught up in the drama of the task's outcome and the shock of the moment. But Natalia had always been observant when it came to matters of attraction and desire.
She'd felt it herself that day by the lake weeks ago when she'd caught Harry staring. The spark of interest in his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking. The way his body had reacted when she'd deliberately put on that little show while getting dressed. Viktor had noticed that too, which led to their rather heated discussion later that evening.
Not that she minded Viktor's little jealousy. It had its own appeal.
But Harry Potter was becoming a distraction she hadn't expected.
Natalia closed her eyes and let herself sink lower into the bath until the water reached her chin. The interviews and articles about his business venture had been impossible to avoid these past few days. Everywhere she looked, there was his face – that messy black hair, those striking green eyes, and that confident smile that screamed he knew exactly what effect he had on people.
She'd read every article, telling herself it was simple curiosity. The boy who'd defeated You-Know-Who was making waves in the business world too. It was natural to be interested.
Except she found herself paying more attention to the photos than the words. How sharp he looked whenever she saw him. How broad his shoulders were. The confident way he carried himself, like someone who was fully comfortable with power and attention. And the sheer lack of arrogance that was common with every celebrity she had met.
Viktor was grounded, but even he had a sense of entitlement that she sometimes found rather off-putting.
She caressed her delicate skin under the surface as she thought about it. The truth was, Harry Potter intrigued her in ways that surprised her. She was used to being the one who attracted attention. It was she who held the power in her interactions with men. With Harry, she felt like she was playing a game where she didn't know all the rules.
That day by the lake, she'd tested him deliberately. Pushed to see how he'd react, curious about how much control he had. The bulge in his pants had told her one story, but his careful restraint had told her another. Most young men his age would have made some clumsy attempt at flirtation, perhaps even tried to impress her. Harry had simply smiled and walked away.
It was maddening.
And then there was Fleur. Beautiful, accomplished Fleur with the typical silvery hair and elegant features bestowed upon her by her heritage. If Natalia's suspicions were correct, Harry was already involved with someone who could not only match but perhaps surpass her in both magical power and beauty. Someone who understood the game as well as Natalia did.
She found herself wondering what their dynamic was like. Did Fleur take charge, or did Harry? Did they match each other's intensity, or did one of them submit to the other? The questions made heat pool low in her stomach that had nothing to do with the bath water.
Natalia opened her eyes and sat up straighter, water cascading off her shoulders. This was getting ridiculous. She was Viktor's girlfriend, and whatever was or wasn't happening between Harry and Fleur was none of her business.
Except she couldn't stop thinking about it.
The practical part of her mind pointed out that getting involved with Harry Potter would be complicated in ways she didn't need.
Viktor wouldn't take it well. He loved it when she showed herself off to other men, but that was the most he was willing to tolerate. Even last time, he'd not been happy with how she had taken it upon herself to show off to Harry without his permission. She didn't think he'd be happy to know what was going through her mind.
Her family's business relationships could suffer too, and being associated with Viktor, the press attention would be overwhelming if it ever came out.
But the woman in her, the one who'd always been drawn to challenges and forbidden things, whispered a different advice.
Life was short. Desire was rare. And opportunities like this didn't come along often.
With a sigh, she stood up in the hot tub. Water cascaded down her naked frame, droplets clinging on to the peaks of her tits before dropping into the tub as she slowly stepped out. Gently, she began dabbing her soft skin with the enchanted towel, sighing at the tingling feeling on her skin. The light from the lamps made her ivory skin glow, and her thoughts ran once again.
She thought about the way Harry had looked at her during that first encounter by the lake. Direct and appreciative, but respectful. The way he'd saved her during the task without expecting anything in return. The careful distance he'd maintained despite the obvious attraction between them. And it was obvious. It took only one passing glance between them for her to see it.
He was playing the game too, she realized. Just as carefully as she was. And the realization sent a rush of thrill through her.
The question was—what were they playing for, and what was the endgame?
-Break-
"Mate, you're an absolute legend!" Fred said, pointing his fork at Harry. It was morning and they were sitting at one of the tables, having breakfast. "First, you get our business off the ground, and now you're pulling Madam Rosmerta? The man, the myth, the bloody hero!"
George nodded, grinning widely. "Proper stud, this one. Harry, you've got to teach us your ways. I mean, her? That's next-level."
Angelina swatted Fred's arm, her eyes narrowing. "Oi, keep it in your trousers, you prat. You're not exactly suffering in the romance department." She gestured to herself, raising an eyebrow, and the table erupted in laughter.
Alicia, sitting next to George, gave him a playful shove. "Yeah, don't get any ideas, Weasley. You're not trading me in for a barmaid, no matter how busty."
Harry shook his head, though he could not suppress the proud smirk that emerged on his face. It was indeed next-level.
Fred raised his mug of butterbeer in a mock toast. "To Harry Potter, the wizard who conquers both business and barmaids!"
"Quidditch chasers and French birds too!" George followed suit.
"Fred!" Angelina snapped, swatting him again, harder this time. "You're incorrigible."
George chuckled, dodging Alicia's attempt at a similar swat. "What? It's true! Harry's out here living the dream while we're just trying to keep up."
Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amusement.
Rosie arrived right then, levitating another plate of bacon that she leaned forward and deposited on the table. Her lovely big tits hung within their confines, straining her blouse, and six pairs of eyes were drawn to the delicious sight.
"Well, I for one am happy to provide excellent service to such fine customers," she said, her tone dripping with innuendo. Katie snorted, nearly spilling her tea, while Harry just shook his head, biting back a laugh. Fred and George stared at Harry with the same grins while the other two chasers let out exasperated sighs.
"I never expected our youngest teammate would grow into such a perverted frog," Alicia muttered.
"Perverted frog," Fred snorted. "Good one."
"Did he ask you to rub it?" George laughed, and Fred lost it. Everyone watched, unable to suppress their own giggles, as the twins fully lost it. They attracted eyes from a few other customers and Rosie shushed them while holding her own laugh in.
"He didn't really need to," she said with a wink, and with an exaggerated sway of her hips, she walked away.
As the laughter died down, Fred leaned forward, his expression turning more serious. "Right, enough about Harry's conquests. Let's talk business. We've got that meeting at Gringotts today, and I still can't believe we're actually sitting down with goblins to talk galleons."
George nodded, his eyes bright with excitement. "Proper investors, mate. They're not just tossing us a few sickles to keep us quiet. They want in on Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and it's all because of you, Harry."
Harry set his fork down, his expression firm. "Don't start that again. I told you, if you thank me one more time, I'm hexing you both into next week. You built this. I just helped with the paperwork and a little advertising."
Katie reached over, squeezing his hand. "You're too modest, Harry. You didn't just help. You made it happen. The twins would still be brewing in their dorm if you hadn't stepped in."
"Oi, we were doing fine!" Fred protested, though his grin betrayed his agreement. "But yeah, Harry, you're the reason we're not dodging McGonagall's detentions or getting lectures from Mum anymore. You got us here. We owe you big."
Harry pointed a finger at Fred, his tone mock-threatening. "One more thank you, and I'm aiming for your hair. Bald Weasleys aren't a good look."
George clutched his chest dramatically. "Not the hair! Anything but the hair!" Alicia rolled her eyes, swatting him again, and the table dissolved into laughter once more.
Angelina leaned forward, her plate mostly cleared. "So, what's the plan for today? You two heading straight to Gringotts?"
Fred nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Yeah, meeting's at noon. The goblins want to go over the expansion plans. They're talking about funding a shop in Diagon and a second shop in Hogsmeade, maybe even one in London if the numbers hold up."
George chimed in, his voice eager. "We're also looking at hiring a few more hands. Proper employees, not just us mucking about. We've got orders piling up faster than we can brew, and that's not even counting the new products we're testing."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "New products? You didn't mention those."
Fred grinned, leaning closer. "Oh, mate, we've got some bangers in the works. Ever heard of a Portable Prank Kit? Everything you need for a quick getaway prank in one charmed box. We're still tweaking the charms, but it's gonna be a hit."
George nodded. "And we're working on a line of sweets that change your voice for an hour. Imagine Snape sounding like a chipmunk mid-lecture."
Alicia snorted, covering her mouth. "You two are going to get expelled before you even graduate."
"Nah, we're legit now," Fred said, puffing out his chest. "Proper businessmen, aren't we, George?"
"Absolutely," George agreed, mimicking Fred's pose. "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the future of magical mischief."
Katie laughed, shaking her head. "You two are impossible. But I'm proud of you. This is huge."
As the meal wound down, Fred glanced at his watch. "Right, we should get moving. Don't want to keep the goblins waiting. They're not exactly known for their patience."
George nodded, standing and stretching. "Yeah, let's not start our business empire by ticking off our investors."
Harry stood as well, brushing crumbs off his trousers. "I'll come with you. I've got some business to take care of."
Angelina and Alicia stood, gathering their things. "We'll head back to Hogwarts," Angelina said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Got to finish that Transfiguration essay before McGonagall has our heads."
Alicia nodded, looping her arm through Angelina's. "Yeah, and I need to catch up on some sleep. Someone kept me up half the night." She shot George a pointed look, and he grinned unapologetically.
Katie leaned in, kissing Harry, her lips lingering just long enough to make him smile. "See you later."
Rosie walked over as they got ready to leave. "You lot behave yourselves at Gringotts. And Harry," she added with a wink, "you know where to find me."
Harry chuckled. "Noted."
Fred glanced at Harry as they stood in front of the fireplace. "Seriously, mate, you've changed our lives. Don't hex me, but we're grateful."
George nodded. "Yeah, we're not just pranking kids anymore. This is real."
Harry sighed, but his smile was warm. "You two are going to do great things. Just don't blow up Gringotts."
Fred grinned as he stepped inside the fireplace, reaching out to take a handful of floo powder. "No promises."
Harry chuckled as the fireplace flared green, and he turned to see Rosie working behind the bar. Last night was something else, and a part of him still couldn't believe what his life had become now.
Shaking his head with a smile, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. He had a little business he needed to take care of, and a certain beauty to meet.
"Leaky Cauldron," he called out clearly as he threw the powder down, his vision filled with blue and pink and golden hair and a teasing smirk that was immediately replaced by an explosion of emerald flames.
After all, he'd made a promise to her, and as he'd told himself multiple times before, she was bloody hot.
TBC.
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