Love and Monster Ch. 11: Winter Vortex (Patreon)

I had an okayish outline for this chapter, and then this random concept hit me right as I was about to start writing and i liked it way more. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Stillness.

The forest was quiet as a crypt, and that extended over to the small sliver of land that belonged to the Hogwarts grounds. Heavy packs of white snow covered every single inch of space, and more continued to fall heavily. The castle's turrets were capped with ever growing piles of snow.

The world had come to a complete stop. The castle's halls were barren. No students had chosen to stay for winter break. 

Their world was so small, so fragile, wizarding families placed great importance on sharing moments like this. During the Hogwarts winter break, everything shut down, families battered down and spent two weeks cozying up at home. The wizengamot did not meet, the ministry did not function, the shops at Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley shut down. For two weeks out of the year, people huddled up in their homes and did not leave.

For as long as anyone could remember, it had always been like this. A massive polar vortex struck the isles at the exact same time each year. The Hogwarts winter break had actually been designed around it. The world became a frozen tundra for two weeks, and then, in early January, it would break, and temperatures would rise back to a reasonable, if still frigid, level.

The students had left for home on the day before the vortex began. Today, on the first official day, only the Slytherin common room showed signs of life, and only just.

“I think it's going to be great! It'll be like a sleepover!”

“None of us will be conscious, Lavender.” Vulpie said. “Which is quite the blessing, I would say.”

Harry was standing next to Daphne and Fawkes as he watched the other girls put the finishing touches on the little den they'd created in the common room.

While witches and wizards locked themselves in their homes during the vortex, creatures took it one step further. They hibernated.

For the entirety of the next two weeks, the girls would be in complete stasis, dead to the world as their bodies shut down for the duration of the vortex.

Even now, Harry could see that the girls were not themselves. They had heavy bags under their eyes and their skin took on a sickly tinge. Susan's hair had lost its flame, Vulpie's fur was matted, Lavender's flowers were withering, Fleur's halo had dimmed and Delphi's scales looked papery and dry.

“Come on now, girls, the longer you put it off, the worse you'll feel when you awaken.” Fawkes warned. 

“Can you coil around me, Delph? I think that'll help for warmth.” Fleur said.

“Can we just get this over with? I'm tired.” Susan said in a quiet voice. The usually boisterous girl was the most sluggish one out of them all. She ambled over to the middle of the common room, where there was a giant nest made of straw and lined with feathers and cushions. 

Susan climbed onto the nest and plopped down, taking up quite a bit of space but still leaving enough room for Vulpie and Lavender to settle in on her right as Delphi curled her body around Fleur to her left.

“Sweet dreams, girls,” Fawkes waved at them as almost all of them began to snore, with only Lavender remaining awake long enough to sprout a dome made of vines around the nest, encasing them completely in a cocoon.

Harry and Daphne watched as Fawkes cast a gentle warming charm over the cocoon before she turned to face the two of them.

Fawkes did not look all that great herself. She seemed to have aged a decade in a day, her hair losing even the hints of auburn it had once had. 

She noticed Harry's look, and smiled. “Unfortunately, it'll be another few years before I reach my burning day. I'm afraid you'll have to see me age into an old hag, Harry.”

Harry shook his head. “You'll never be an old hag, Fawkes.”

“Well then, children, I figure I have just enough energy to take you there, if you would hold on to my hands.”

Harry grabbed onto the offered hand, which felt clammy and frail, as Daphne did the same on the other side. Fawkes spread her wings out, and in a swirl of flame, the trio disappeared from the common room.

…

Harry had not seen the inside of The Three Broomsticks since the first of september, and the familiar surroundings almost felt as if they belonged in a previous life. It was then that Harry realized that he'd never once come and visited Rosie.

His heart fell as he looked to where he knew Rosie would be standing.

She was there, smiling as brightly as she always had, arms open wide.

Harry found himself moving before his brain even registered it. He ran into Rosmerta's arms, sinking into her warm embrace and inhaling her familiar scent, 

“I missed you.” She whispered into his ear as her hands ran through his hair.

Harry nuzzled into her bosom, feeling safe and warm, “I missed you too. Rosie.”

“Thank you once again for taking Daphne in, Rosmerta.” Fawkes said.

Rosmerta shook her head. “I am glad to do so. I just hope you won't get bored out of your mind here for two weeks.”

“Boredom suits me well, actually.” Daphne said plainly.

“Oh.” Harry had to stifle a laugh as Rosmerta was taken aback by Daphne's response.

“Well, I must be off.” Fawkes coughed, “My wings feel too heavy to carry, and I yearn for a warm nest.”

“See you, Fawkes.”

“Goodbye, Miss Fawkes.”

For a moment, Harry feared that Fawkes would be too weak to depart, but even though her flames were diminished, she still managed to disappear in a flash of crimson.

Rosmerta clasped her hands together, “Care for some tea?”

The three of them were sitting around a table by the window. The view outside was of an empty void as the snow kept piling up. Rosmerta had a roaring fire going as she and Harry sipped on their piping hot tea while Daphne drank from her cold glass. It had taken a lot to convince Rosie that Daphne actually preferred her tea cold.

“So, Daphne, how do you usually spend the vortex?” Rosmerta asked her.

“Mother would take me on strolls through the forest. Our connection to the void is strongest at this time, and the whispers of the wind are at their loudest.” 

Rosmerta nodded along, and Harry was proud to see that she was genuinely interested in what Daphne was saying. 

“Do you keep your magic during the vortex?” 

Daphne looked thoughtful, “Mother does, so I suppose I should too.”

Rosmerta shook her head. “Amazing. You don't know how many times I wished I could use my bloody wand to keep warm instead of having to manage a fire.”

“Did you already lose it?” Harry asked Rosmerta.

“Let me see.” Rosmerta grabbed her wand from the table and waved it at Harry. The boy's eyes widened as a light colored spell flew towards him, but he couldn't do anything as the tickling charm struck him in the chest.

He fell backwards from his chair in a fit of giggles.

“Yep, still works. Usually, it begins fading during the first night.” Rosmerta said with a cheeky grin.

Harry struggled back up to his feet, as his laughter finally died down. “Not funny.” He glared at Rosie.

“Oh, I don't know, Harry, I found it quite humorous.” Daphne said, the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

Harry shook his head as Rosmerta stood up from the table. “Daphne, would you like to see some pictures from when Harry was young?” 

“I would like that.” 

Harry rolled his eyes. “If you think you're going to embarass me, think again.”

“Oh, Harry, I would never want to do that.” Rosmerta said as she disappeared up the stairs.

The evening passed like that. Rosmerta showed Daphne photos of a three year old Harry attempting to cook, barely able to see over the stove. The three of them talked and lounged around, with Harry insisting on cooking lunch for them.

Darkness fell early, and by three in the afternoon it was pitch black outside. The wind was howling, and not another sound of life could be heard. Harry felt completely isolated, getting flashed of when he'd been younger and the vortex terrified him.

They were upstairs, in the room that Daphne would be staying in, the same room that Harry had first hidden Vulpie in all those years ago.

Daphne was sitting cross-legged on the bed by the window, eye closed as she meditated to the sounds of the howling wind.

Conversation had waned, and the three of them had been sitting in companionable silence for almost half an hour now. Harry had been zoning out, and when he snapped out of it, he glanced over at Rosie, who looked tired all of a sudden.

“I think it's happened.” She grimaced as she got up from her seat. “I don't know how muggles do it. Even walking feels like a struggle.”

Harry got up, putting an arm around her waist. “Let me take you to your room, Rosie.”

Rosmerta smiled. “You're still chock-full of energy, Harry.”

Harry blinked. “Yeah, I don't feel any different.”

Children under the age of eleven were unaffected by the magical drain of the vortex. Their magic was still not mature enough, not integrated enough into their being for them to feel it. But, after a semester at Hogwarts, Harry should have felt it.

“You're amazing, Harry.” Rosie said fondly. Harry flushed as he led her to her room.

“Rosie, I-I'm sorry for not visiting you, I got caught up in everything at school and-”

Rosmerta shushed him with a finger to his lips. “You're a young boy, Harry, Hogwarts is a magical place and you needed to be there for your friends. I am not upset in the slightest. I'm proud of the young man you're becoming.”

Harry wrapped his arms around her in another tight hug. “I love you, Rosie.”

“I love you too. Now, go back and hang out with Daphne, I'll just take a short nap.”

Harry knew that short nap would likely take her through the night. Harry tucked her in, swallowing the lump in his throat that suddenly formed as his fingers grazed her curvy figure. 

He finally pulled back, even as his fingers still tingled. “Good night, Rosie.” 

He gently closed the door behind him and walked down the hall. When he re-entered Daphne's room, she was staring out the window, midnight black hair melding in with the darkness outside.

“You don't have to do this for me.” She said.

“I really don't mind. I think it'll be fun.” 

‘If a bit scary’ He thought.

Daphne put her hood over her head and glanced back at him with those endless grey eyes. “Do you wish for me to cast a warming charm on you?”

Harry twirled his wand as he put on a heavy coat and boots he'd stashed in the closet earlier. “Let me give it a shot first.” 

He pointed the wand at himself and muttered the incantation. Instantly, he was filled with a rush of warmth. He grinned down at his willow wand before stuffing it in his coat.

“I'm ready.”

“The front door is snowed in, we'll have to leave through the window.” Daphne pointed out.

Harry hooked his fingers under the window frame and pulled it up. There was an instant blast of cold and a flurry of snow falling into the room.

Harry was halfway out the window before he held his ungloved hand out to Daphne.

“Would you join me on a stroll?” He asked cheekily. Daphne took his hand, her greyish-blue skin contrasting against Harry's slightly tan hue. 

They stepped out onto the awning and Daphne closed the window behind them. Harry saw a flash of red in his peripheral vision and looked back to see Daphne had planted a burning rod on the roof.

“So we may find our way back.” She explained.

They stood over the edge of the awning and leapt off, barely even needing the cushioning charm as they sank down to their knees in soft snow.

They wriggled their way out of their snowy coffins. Daphne did not need snow shoes, standing atop the powder with ethereal grace, but Harry struggled to find safe footing with his thick boots.

“It is quite beautiful, isn't it?” Daphne whispered.

Harry looked up from where he'd been staring down at his feet. What he saw took his breath away.

He'd grown up in Hogsmeade. He could create a map of the village and all its features from memory, from the alley that connected Mr. Peter's shop and Mr. Steven's paddock to the exact location of all three wells in town.

And yet, between the darkness and the snow, he found himself staring at an alien landscape. He knew from his sense of direction that the apothecary was fifty yards to the right, and yet he couldn't eke out a single feature of the building he'd seen so many times.

Outside, as the wind whispered haunting melodies in his ear, all that Harry had once known had been eradicated, replaced by a formless, shapeless world.

Daphne's hand slid up and wrapped around his elbow. Harry looked over at her, mouth hanging open in pure awe. “Where do we go?”

“Nowhere.” She responded as she took a step forward.

The faintest hint of moonlight made the snow all around them appear blue. It truly did feel like they were walking on another planet. They trudged aimlessly, and Harry was thankful that he was able to see Daphne perfectly.

She had never looked more inhuman, and never more beautiful. Her inky black hair was packed with snow, her blue skin seemed to glow, and her silver irises were unraveling, stringing out like a ball of messy yarn over her sclera.

“Woah.” Harry whispered as he took in the chaotic beauty of her eyes.

“Does it upset you?” Daphne asked.

Harry frowned. “Daph, I think you know me well enough by now. I think you look stunning.”

Daphne actually blushed. “During the vortex, our connection to the void is at its strongest. Right now, you are seeing a partial version of what I am to become when I mature. I am to be the warden of emptiness.”

Harry brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on his glove, tugging it off his hand.

The warming charm could only do so much to protect his naked hand from the cold, but he didn't care. Harry reached out and touched Daphne's bare face.

Daphne took in a breath. Suddenly, the distance between them became nothing, and the barebones world that surrounded them disintegrated until it was no longer there.

Harry gazed lovingly into Daphne's eyes before they closed and they both leaned in. Their lips locked.

Daphne's lips felt icy cold, and Harry's entire body suddenly felt plunged into a tub of ice water. It was a shock that made his muscles tense, but Harry embraced it, and when her tongue prodded against his lip, he allowed her access.

It was different from any kiss he'd had before. With Vulpie and Susan and Fleur, it had all been warmth and overwhelming heat. Here, it was a numbing cold which left him feeling drugged, his nerve endings ringing and reeling from the harsh yet pleasant sensation.

Daphne suddenly became aggressive, their kiss deepening as her tongue danced around his own.

He was overcome with euphoria. His body felt light, as if he could float off into the sky and disappear in its darkness. He was lightheaded and filled with nothing but bliss.

Daphne pulled away from their kiss, gasping loudly as her cheeks were now fully flushed.

“I-I apologize.” She breathed.

“Apologize for what?” Harry asked, still breathless.

“I couldn't help myself, Harry. I tasted your soul, and it was so delicious, I-I couldn't stop. I-”

Harry silenced her by pressing his lips against hers once more. Daphne struggled to push off, but only for a moment, soon, she was giving in to their ice cold passion.

Harry wasn't one bit worried as the lightheadedness returned, a sensation that he now knew was his soul being sucked out of his body. He should have been worried, should have been terrified, but he wasn't. His hands went down to Daphne's bum, giving it a tight squeeze that only encouraged the girl to cut loose.

Harry lost sensation in his limbs. It was as if his entire being became squeezed into a small ball and was being sucked up his esophagus and into his throat.

He only redoubled his efforts to snog Daphne silly. While he could no longer feel his hands, he somehow knew that one was now tangled in her hair, fingers massaging her scalp, the phantom sensation his mind conjured up becoming as real as the true thing.

Daphne shuddered against him as their tongues were now enveloped by Harry's soul. Harry could feel it, he could feel how the sensation on his tongue heightened, leading to every brush against Daphne's feeling like a triumph of the will.

All at once, Daphne collapsed forward onto him and all feeling returned to Harry's body, he came crashing back down to earth. His limbs felt wonky, but he still managed to wrap his arms around Daphne as she fell bonelessly onto him, her breathing ragged.

“Daph?”

“H-How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“How did you know that your soul would be safe?” 

“I didn't. I just trusted you.”

Tears. Daphne shed tears for the first time since he'd known her. It was only a singular pair, falling from each eye and hardening into milky white pearls.

Harry caught the pearls as they fell. Stuffing them into his coat as Daphne regained enough strength to stand up.

“Let's go back.” 

When they turned, the beacon Daphne had set up shone with the intensity of a burning sun. Harry levitated Daphne onto the awning and she did the same for him,and they soon found themselves returned to the warmth of the room.

Daphne was laying on the bed as Harry hovered over her. She was staring up into the ceiling, eyes faraway.

“That was… incredible. Your soul… it was like I hadn't been alive before that moment.”

“It felt amazing, Daphne. And don't you dare be worried for me. I knew that I was safe in your hands.”

Harry smiled down at her as Daphne's eyes turned to his own, the irises now solid again.

“Harry, I wasn't able to control myself, my nature took over. It's not that I didn't consume your soul. I couldn't consume your soul.”

…

“Draco, pass the squash.”

“Yes mother.”

Draco handed the plate full of vegetables to his mother as the Malfoys shared a quiet dinner.

While their magic left them during the vortex, previously applied charms and wards still held. Like other families of their station, the Malfoys kept a stockpile of meals in stasis, cooked by their debtors and vassals, to tide them over during the two week period.

“Draco, how have things been with Miss Granger recently?” 

Draco's heart froze at his father's question. In the two days since he'd been home, father had not so much as said a word to him. Now, he was inquiring about Hermione, his steel blue eyes piercing through his own.

“She is with her aunt, I believe. Her parents went on holiday somewhere.” Hermione had mentioned her winter plans before they'd had their falling out.

Draco's mother swallowed a bite of quail meat. “Perhaps next year we should invite her to stay over,”

Lucius’ expression was impossible to decipher. “Perhaps.” He grabbed his glass of wine and tipped it back, eyes never once leaving Draco.

…

Even the scant few hours of daylight afforded by the vortex were not a respite from its oppressive bleakness. The sun was barely seen beyond the haze of clouds as snow rained down relentlessly on the helpless mortals below.

Fabian stared at the photographs pasted to his wall. One showed Molly and Arthur at their wedding. His sister was smiling brightly as her new husband hugged her close, the bulging belly between them showing their inability to restrain their love before the wedding.

Another showed Gideon carrying little William on his shoulders, a grin eternally pasted onto his handsome face. They had recruited the little boy into helping them pull a prank on his parents, a potion in their food that made them burp uncontrollably.

In a previous life, Fabian and his brother had been pranksters. They had been young and joyful.

Gideon would forever remain that way, just as Molly would forever be his worrywart sister with the biggest heart he had ever seen. They would never grow old. They would never turn decrepit. They would never waste away into shells. That was Fabian's burden to bear.

But not for much longer. He had waited a few days, ensuring that his magic was well and truly gone. Now, he sat at his desk with an ornate dagger and two letters: one for Lord Malfoy, one for the Headmaster.

Fabian was no fool. It had taken him far too long to notice, but he did eventually notice. There were lapses, moments when he would suddenly lose track of time. Five minutes would disappear here and there. Nothing would be amiss, he would be in the same spot he'd been before, but once they added up, he took notice.

He did something he hadn't done in years, an intermediate occlumency exercise. He meditated, gazing into his own mind, where he found a monstrous mass leeching off of his soul.

He'd tried everything to excise it. Nothing worked. He could not dislodge that grotesque lump with the face of an old man from his body. 

Fabian could not say this with certainty, but he did not need certainty. He was a Prewett, and Prewetts trusted their gut with their lives.

This had all begun when he'd been on patrol for the Manticore. He'd found a strange egg, which had popped and then seeped into his body through his skin.

It had taken a herculean effort just to recall that moment, and if his mental fortitude had not been what it was, he well and truly may have failed.

But he hadn't, and when he'd finally pieced together the fact that he was somehow under the influence of that creature, the voice had begun speaking to him.

It had tried to seduce him, whispering into his ear about how they both shared the same goal, they both wanted to see those little monsters suffer. It had fed him glorious images of those brats broken and dying at his feet.

Fabian would have given in. He really would have, but he remembered something his brother-in-law had once said.

‘I'd never trust anything if I can't see where it keeps its brain’

He couldn't do it. He couldn't allow himself to become the puppet of a creature. He couldn't trust a word the vile thing whispered into his head. He couldn't betray the memory of his family by becoming nothing more than a slave for that which he'd always despised.

Fabian had waited, and now was the time to act. Creatures hibernated, and he banked on this manticore needing to do so as well, taking away whatever control it had over him.

He grabbed the dagger and turned it inward. It was not a family heirloom. The Prewett family had been a peaceful bunch.

Now, they would be no more.

He aimed for his neck and thrust the dagger towards himself.

Time slowed down as he watched the cold steel rush towards him. He would be in pain. In agony. But he would be reunited with his loved ones soon.

Really, he'd been dead a long time.

His hand released the grip on the knife and it clattered onto the floor. His eyes widened in horror as he felt his body freeze. No matter how hard he tried, he found himself unable to move it.

‘It would have been easier for you if you had just given in.’

Fabian doubled over in agony as his head began to feel as if it was being split apart. He fell onto the floor, screaming his lungs out as he curled up into a ball.

…

Harry rolled over in bed as he began to wake. The rays of sunlight that filtered in through the window were weak, but they were just enough to stir him from his slumber.

Harry yawned as he got up and went to the bathroom. He was very grateful that the charms in the inn were still active as he took a long, hot shower.

Halfway down the stairs he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. He walked behind the bar, ready to help Rosie with whatever it was she was making for breakfast.

Rosmerta was there, but he was shocked to see someone else behind the stove. Daphne was laser focused on the frying pan in front of her as Rosie stood behind her. 

“Now you just add salt and wait for the eggs to stop being runny.” Rosmerta instructed the young dementor.

“How much salt?”

“Just grab a pinch with your hand and throw it in.”

Harry wanted to laugh as he saw Daphne's brow furrow, clearly not satisfied with that instruction. “How much is a pinch? How many fingers should I be using?”

Rosmerta smiled kindly at her. “Just go with what you think is best, Daphne.”

Daphne paused, and if she were an emotional girl Harry would think she'd be panicking right now as the eggs continued cooking and got dangerously close to becoming overdone.

Daphne reached out to the salt jar and grabbed the tiniest pinch she could muster, tossing it onto the eggs as if it would poison her hand if she held it too long.

She then took the pan off the heat and slid the eggs onto a plate where a few slices of cooked bacon and two sausage links were already waiting.

“Was that correct?” 

“I'm sure Harry will love it.” 

“This is for me?” Harry announced his arrival as he stepped further into the kitchen.

Daphne's head snapped over to him, frowning slightly. “You were supposed to eat it first, then we would have revealed that I made it.”

“I'm sorry for ruining the surprise. I am hungry though, so I'll have it right now.”

“I'll go take a shower while you eat.” Rosie brushed past Harry, leaving him and Daphne alone in the kitchen.

“You're not having anything.” Harry noted. Daphne fed off of negative emotions, especially fear, but she also ate food semi-regularly. He hadn't seen her eat once since they'd arrived at the Broomsticks. “Does the vortex make it so that you don't need to?”

Daphne bowed her head. “Actually, its your soul. Just a taste of it is enough to keep me satiated for days on end.”

Harry blushed. “Oh.” 

“Please, try it.”

Harry grabbed a fork and began to dig into the food. As he expected, the eggs were very underseasoned, but everything was cooked to perfection, and Harry had no issue finishing off his plate very quickly.

“That was incredible, Daph.”

“You are lying. But thank you.”  Daphne said as Harry placed the plate in the sink. “You are attracted to Rosmerta.”

The food that Harry had only just swallowed almost came back out as he choked on his own spit. “W-What?”

“Empath powers, remember.”

“I thought you couldn't sense emotions you couldn't feed on.” Harry bit out.

“You are ashamed of your feelings.”

Harry frowned. “And how does my discomfort taste?”

“Like the eggs I made for you.” Daphne said. “Harry, I am not saying this to make you uncomfortable. The truth is… I want to take things further. Like what you did with Vulpie.”

That just left him more confused. “What does that have to do with this?”

“I wish to do things right, and as you saw with the eggs-”

“The eggs were good!”

“-my intuition is not the best. Therefore, I would like to observe first.”

“O-observe first?” Harry blanched. “Like… me with one of the girls?”

Daphne raised an eyebrow. “Now you're just being obtuse, Harry. You know what I'm implying.”

Harry sighed. “Daphne, what you're saying is insane. Rosie… Rosie would… you can't just do this kind of stuff.”

“You're not the only one that I can feel is embarrassed, Harry. Madame Rosmerta has moments of discomfort around you too, I do not think its too much of a leap to deduce the reason why.”

Harry grabbed Daphne by the shoulders. “Daphne, this isn't going to work.”

Daphne reached down and grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. “I have formulated a plan.”

“Daphne!” Harry warned. Daphne was not deterred in the slightest, and very quickly she had pulled his throbbing member out into open air.

“I have taken matters into my own hands, Harry.” Daphne said as she stroked his shaft up and down. For someone who thought she lacked intuition, she was proving quite a natural at jerking him off.

“Daphne, this is insane!”

“And yet you do not stop me. You want this, Harry, even if you are terrified of it.”

The pad of her thumb circled around his head.

Was Harry really letting this happen because deep down, he knew he wanted it? He couldn't think of any other reason for why he was just leaning back on the counter as Daphne tugged his long, hard shaft up and down.

Harry was facing the doorway to the kitchen, which Rosie had left open, and so, he got a clear view of his buxom guardian as she walked into view clad in a bathrobe, still oblivious as to what was going on.

“What do you kids say to a game of-”

Rosmerta stopped in her tracks as she finally saw what was going on. Harry was mortified now, his heart pounding into his chest as Daphne turned her head towards Rosie.

“Oh…Merlin…err… I gues I'll-”

“Please, could you teach me?” She asked in her usual monotone. 

Rosmerta sputtered. “W-What? Daphne, I don't think this is-”

“I can sense emotion. I can sense right now that you're embarrassed, that you're shocked, but also that you feel a thrill running up your spine as you look at this-” She squeezed Harry's cock. “I can sense that you've been fighting with this taboo for a very long time.”

Harry couldn't believe that Daphne was just outright lying. Her powers didn't work like Fleur's, she couldn't get that kind of detailed feedback from someone.

But Rosie didn't know that, and Harry saw as her big brown eyes became locked on his cockhead. He couldn't help the twitch his rod gave at that.

“Harry wants it too. And I want to learn. I believe this would be agreeable to all of us, wouldn't it?”

Rosie's eyes jumped up to his own, and Harry couldn't look away even if he'd wanted to. In that moment, he could not hide a single thing from the woman who had raised him his entire life, the woman who was his mother in every way that mattered.

Each step that Rosie took sounded like thunder to Harry's ears. They were about to cross a line, one that could never be walked back.

Daphne let go of his cock and stepped off to the side. Harry felt the most naked he'd ever had as Rosie stood in front of him, the heat coming off her buxom figure prickling his skin.

“Harry, do you want this?”

Harry's throat was dry, he croaked more than spoke. “Yes.” He couldn't lie. Not right now.

Rosie reached out and grabbed onto his cock. That same hand that had soothed him as a young boy, the hand that had tugged at his collar whenever he'd been up to some mischief around the village, that hand was now wrapped around his throbbing shaft.

Her skin was calloused in the way of a woman that had labored her entire life. But it was warm and it was Rosie, and Harry's knees buckled inward as she began stroking him.

“I feel like I have a good enough grasp on that.” Daphne said.

Rosmerta smiled at the girl, “So you want to learn more?”

Daphne nodded.

Rosie fell to her knees in front of Harry. Her robe was tied tight around her body, and her busty cleavage protruded outward, the valley of milky skin taking Harry's breath away.

“Like I said before, Daphne, you just need to follow your intuition.” Rosie slid a hand over her chest and pushed the collar of her robe off. 

One shrug of her shoulders and the robe slid off and caught onto the crook of her elbows, exposing her massive breasts to Harry's awestruck eyes.

Rosie's breasts were large, with some natural sag that in no way diminished their magnificence. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, and he could attest that their flesh was pillowy soft, as Rosie pulled his member towards her and wrapped them around it. 

“Gods!” Harry gasped as his dick was engulfed by Rosie's tits. The older woman smiled as she dragged his shaft, already slicked with pre-cum, up and down in between her mammaries.

“I'm afraid I would not be capable of that.” Daphne noted as Harry thrust his hips forward.

“Everyone has different assets, Daphne, its about using what you have to your advantage.” Rosmerta dipped her head as Harry thrust again, and when his bellend emerged from between her breasts, she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head, sucking the first few inches down her throat.

Harry moaned as Rosie sucked on him, keeping her lips attached as she now rubbed her tits along his shaft. Harry couldn't help himself, he reached out and sank his hands into her tits, pressing the nipples in with his thumbs as he began to knead their flesh.

Rosmerta moaned around his cock as her sensitive breasts were played with by Harry's young, dexterous hands. 

Daphne squatted down in front of them, and Harry felt slightly awkward as the girl leaned in to get a good view of how Rosmerta was bobbing her head up and down on his cock. 

plop 

Harry's cock popped out of Rosie's mouth as the buxom barmaid placed loving kisses all around the head and then gave Daphne a full-on view as she swiped her tongue up and down the head.

Harry was leaning all the way back onto the counter, hands now pawing more roughly at Rosmerta's tits. Rosie kicked it up as well, diving down onto his cock and gobbling the entire thing down her throat in one go. Rosmerta's throat felt heavenly around his cock as it squeezed and slobbered all over him, her chin slapping against his balls as her succulent lips kissed around the base of his cock.

Harry thrust his hips forward, fucking Rosie's throat.

glurkglurkglurk 

The wet gurgling accompanied each thrust as Harry used Rosmerta's mouth for his pleasure.

Finally, Rosie pulled back and let his now drenched cock fully pop out of her mouth. She slapped his meat against her tits, rubbing her slobber all over herself before she stood up.

Harry had grown quite a bit, but Rosmerta was still taller than him, and when she reached her full height, his head lined up perfectly with her breasts. Rosie's robe, barely hanging on by a thread at this point, fell completely off her body and pooled onto the floor behind her, leaving her shapely, buxom body exposed in its full glory.

Rosie wrapped her arms around Harry and Harry wrapped his arms around Rosie. They pulled each other close, and Harry was completely smothered by Rosie's tits.

Harry latched onto a nipple and sucked as Rosmerta gripped his head, pulling his body flush against her, letting his cock bump against her wet cunt. Harry's cock slid upward, becoming tangled in Rosie's damp pubic hair as he suckled harder and harder on her nipples.

Daphne was on her knees now, face inches away from their crotches as she inspected the way they ground against each other, with Rosmerta's lips wrapped around Harry's shaft. “I do not think I'm capable of growing something like this.” She fisted a clump of Rosmerta's pubic hair.

The barmaid yelped, feeling a surge of pain and pleasure before Daphne let go and brought her hand to her face, inhaling the mixed musk left behind.

Harry came up for breath, his face completely red now and his lips bruised. “Rosie… can we…”

“Yes!” The woman screamed. She spun them around so that she was leaning against the kitchen counter. She spread her legs out wide, lifting her hips until they were just the right height for Harry.

Harry's heart was thumping now as he edged forward. His head pushed softly against Rosmerta's wet lips. It would take only the slightest of movements for him to sink into her juicy walls.

“Do you have a good enough view, Daphne?” Rosmerta asked the raven haired girl playfully.

“Yes.” Daphne said, slightly out breath and 

Completely entranced by what was about to unfold, eyes set on the spot where Harry's cock was nestled against Rosmerta's pussy.

Rosmerta shuddered as she shifted slightly and Harry's member rubbed her outer lips. Her hands went down to his lower back, and with a little bit of force, she urged him to push forward and sink himself into her core.

The two hissed as he finally entered her. Rosmerta's pussy welcomed him in, coaxing him deeper and deeper into her wet heat. Harry sank down until his balls slapped lightly against her lower lips, which were covered a thin layer of slimy secretions.

“Harry, fuck me… please!”

Harry didn't need any more encouragement. He began to slam his hips into Rosie, her pussy producing a lewd, wet and loud sound. Rosmerta raised her hips further to meet his thrusts as his cock slammed into her pussy every time, more and more of her syrupy juices streaming down his shaft and onto his balls as Rosie's walls quivered around him. Harry's hands went to grip her face, and the two stared at each other as the tension that had existed so long between them boiled over into this burning passion.

“Fascinating.” Daphne said as she cupped Harry's balls and collected some of the dew that was dripping from them. She slid her hand upward, caressing his pistoning shaft before she pushed a finger into Rosmerta's pussy.

“Aghh!” Rosmerta grunted at the new intrusion. Daphne was spreading her lips open, wanting to get a closeup view of the inside of her pussy as it was pounded raw by Harry.

Harry grit his teeth, too far gone with the pleasure to reprimand Daphne. And so, the dementor girl got the best view possible as Harry's shaft slid into Rosie's pussy one more time. Her walls writhed and squeezed Harry for all they were worth, wanting to milk his veiny cock into her waiting pussy. Harry pushed in that much deeper, bottoming out inside of her, and Rosmerta had had enough, she clamped her thighs shut around Harry's waist, trapping Daphne's finger in there as well, as her pussy spasmed, and the older woman came violently around Harry's shaft.

Daphne's right hand was trapped, but she had another one free, and that one wrapped two fingers around the base of Harry's shaft.

She looked up, meeting the sweating Harry's questioning look. “You are about to ejaculate, I need to see how it feels.”

Harry groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his balls emptied. Daphne felt the surge, felt the rush of fluid screaming down the pipe as Harry came deep inside of Rosmerta's pussy.

When everything calmed down and the two panting lovers untangled, Daphne was finally able to remove her now bruised finger form Rosie's pussy. It was coated now in not just her clear slick, but also thick white goo, and Daphne brought it up to her mouth to taste.

Her lips closed around her finger as her tongue licked the digit clean. Harry and Rosmerta remained in each other's arms, and outside, the polar vortex raged on.