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Barmaid
By : indivisible_soup
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Chapter: Rosmerta's daughter
Harry turned to a distinct sound of a metal scraping against metal, catching as the heavy bolt turned shut. He then looked around hazily and found himself being the last one on his side of the counter in the Three Broomsticks. "Is it... Are you already closing?"
"Well, Mondays are always the slowest. But no, not yet," said the barmaid as she walked around the counter. She climbed on a stool beside him. "I'm Jane, Rosmerta's daughter."
"Rosmerta had a daughter?" asked Harry. For some reason this fact seemed surprising.
"Had?" she said a little indignantly. "I'm right here."
"Sorry-sorry. I'm a bit tipsy." Harry shook his head, trying to get his thoughts into focus.
"That's what bars are for."
"No, you've been way too generous with the drinks," he said, only now realizing that despite ordering seemingly the usual amount, he was more inebriated than he should've been.
Jane gave him a smile. "I was hoping for a good tip."
"I always leave good tips... You know, now that I look at you, I certainly see the resemblance."
"I was talking about a different tip." She put her hand on his thigh.
"I'm married." Harry raised his left hand and wiggled the ring finger.
"I know," she said and started to caress his leg slowly. "Just a blowjob then?"
Harry grinned. "What kind of a non sequitur is that?"
"I was thinking of giving you one from the start."
"So, the fact that I've got a wife doesn't bother you? I mean, she's good on that front, but you're -"
"Everybody knows that you have a wife. And I've seen you flirting today."
Harry frowned. "Ehm... You know who I am?"
"Your Glamour charms are certainly good, but not good enough for me not to see right through them."
Harry looked at her skeptically, not many were able to see past his charms, even after detecting them. He hasn't been born yesterday to be caught with such a cheap trick, despite the alcohol. "Say who I am then."
"Mmm... Armando Dippet?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "No, sorry, my bad, I meant to say Harry Potter of course." She grinned. "Your names are way too similar."
Harry chortled, pulled out his wand and dispelled his false appearance. He generally used it when trying to pick somebody up if he wasn't doing it in the muggle world. He never tried to hide his marital status though. "Not many can do this with their bare eyes."
Jane smirked. "I know I'm good."
"Ginny doesn't mind, but witches do in general. You're okay with a one-time thing?"
"Sure."
"I've never seen you around before. Not that I come here often."
"I recently... Well, almost 2 years by now, returned back to Britain. And work here from time to time."
"Studied in another school?"
"Huh? No. Just was traveling and stuff. I went to Hogwarts. Been in Dumbledore's Army even."
"Really?! Sorry, but I don't remember you at all."
Jane smirked. "I've changed a lot. And I was a second-year at the time. Even had a little crush on you."
"Have we really had somebody so... Wait. How old are you?"
"Mmm... Maybe you did have too much to drink."
"Ah, yes... Of course... You were in second when I was in fifth. It just you look younger than one might expect."
"Thanks. I also give better head than one might expect. And I swallow." Harry stared at her with an open mouth. No-one, certainly no-one he just got to know, ever dared to talk to him like that knowing his real identity. Harry gulped glancing at her modest cleavage. Jane caught it and said, "I already shut the door, so you may touch them if you want."
Harry hesitated, trying to decide whether he should just stop overanalyzing and just go with it. "I think I had... It isn't a good idea, I indeed had too much to drink."
"No?" Jane said. Harry was almost sure a flicker of disappointment flashed across her face for a split second, before it changed to a smile. "Well, if not, there's always next time."
"Next time?" Harry repeated dumbly, and immediately berated himself for his ineloquence.
"I mean, if you change your mind, you may come by and ask me for a blowjob."
"Just like that?" Harry was a little surprised through the haze of alcohol, not that he wasn't used to attention from witches in general, but she was so damn straightforward.
"Discretely of course, but in essence yes. No need to complicate things. I work only on prime days. Evenings only."
"Huh? What days?"
"Ah, yes, sorry. On days that are on prime numbers. You know?" Harry looked at her with a zero understanding in his eyes. "I take it that you haven't taken Arithmancy as an elective... The numbers that aren't divisible by anything but themselves. So second, third, fifth, seventh, eleventh and so on."
"Ah, yes, I think I get it." He grinned. "And you said there's no need to complicate things?"
Jane shrugged. "That's my mom's idea. She owns the place, so she's the boss. Said it's to keep me on my toes. Whatever it supposed to mean... I do work on most Fridays and Saturdays, but they are too hectic, so don't count them unless you're ready to wait way past midnight."

Chapter: The offer
Jane was tapping her foot impatiently, eyeing the last customer with annoyance. Then the bell sounded, announcing somebody walking in and she cursed under her breath. She was told not to kick anybody out since the last time her mother, the tyrant, got a wind of her doing it sometimes. She took a deep calming breath, relaxed her features and turned to look at the bad-mannered newcomer who dared to come in in such ungodly hour on a weekday. Her face immediately brightened.
"Came after all?" she said with a smile.
"After all?" said Harry climbing on a stool, looking a bit tired. Unlike the last time he had no charms concealing him.
"Or you're here just for drinks?" Harry shrugged noncommittally and Jane smirked knowingly. "Haven't seen you come here for two years before the last time, and a week later you come by once more..." She wiggled her eyebrows. "The offer from the last time still stands. Just say a word."
"I... Well, I don't frequent Hogsmeade much, but I agreed to give some lectures to the seventh-years at Hogwarts. That's why I'm here."
Jane glanced back at the clock just to make sure. "So late?"
"It isn't in the curriculum, so starts just after dinner. But they just didn't let me go. The Q-n-A stretched way too much today."
"Just like last time?" she said holding a bottle. Harry nodded.
Just as she poured him his drink she heard a sound of coins and looked left - the other customer was finally leaving. Now she was glad that he stayed for so long; would've he been quicker, Harry would've been greeted by closed doors. The moment the shuffling man stepped through the door she waved her wand, shutting the bolt on the door and flipping the sign.
After taking a gulp, Harry turned on the sound and said, "I'm the last one once again?"
"Seems that way."
"I'm not imposing? If you wanted to -"
"Nah..." She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it."
"Wanna pour something for yourself? On my account."
"Sure..." She reached under the counter and got herself a glass. Then filled a fifth of it from the same bottle.
Harry waited for her to dawn it before he said. "About your offer..."
"Yes?" she said smiling and all perked up.
"I'm thinking about taking it."
She smiled widely, grabbed the bottle on her way from behind the counter and said, "Come."
"Where?" he said climbing off the stool.
"Upstairs is more comfortable."
"I said I was just thinking."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend your mind wasn't already made up as you walked through that door" - she motioned with her head to the entrance.
Harry smiled, once again catching himself on the thought about how he liked her straightforwardness. He gulped what little remained in his glass and gestured with his hand. "Lead the way."
They had to go out of the pub first, and at the back of it there was a staircase leading to Jane's apartment.
Harry looked around the small living room, then sat down on the sofa beside Jane. She took a gulp from the bottle and offered it to Harry. He took it and looked at her uncertainly. "Straight from the bottle?"
"Ehm... Remember what we came here for? But if you're queasy, I can conjure some glasses."
She pulled her wand out, but Harry without waiting took a swing from the bottle, enjoying the sweet spicy taste. It always boggled his mind that most wizards seemed to take Firewhisky as a default thing and considered it as the only good alcohol. After gulping he felt Jane's hand on his thigh. "Straight to business?" he asked.
"What else do you want?"
"I dunno..." He took another gulp and offered her the bottle, which she took with a nod. "Maybe get to know each-other first a little?"
"I'm good. You're Harry Potter. I'm Jane Rosmerta. What else do you need?"
Harry chuckled, slumped a bit lower and patted his lap. "Hop on."
"I agreed to a blowjob only."
"Can't we make out a little? To be honest it's a bit weird to go straight there."
"Mmm... We can do this. But no touching above here." She drew an imaginary line across her navel.
"Why?"
"It's the law," she said sternly and then smiled impishly. "Take it or leave it."
Harry nodded. Jane moved quite spryly and before Harry was able to realise it, she ended up straddling his lap.
They stared at each other for several long silent seconds before Jane leaned closer and they captured each-other's lips. They tasted the sour aftertaste of vermouth in each other's mouths. The small hesitant kisses quite quickly turned into a quite passionate making out. Soon while holding Jane by the waist Harry tried to pull her closer, but she resisted. As Harry tried it once more she pulled back from the kiss and gave him an annoyed look.
"What? Come on, can't you grind on me a little?"
"Nope," she said simply. Then put her hand on his bulge and started to rub it gently. "Better?"
Harry shrugged. "It's something..."
After several more minutes of snogging Jane once again was the one to pull away. "Let's do what we came here for, or you're going to cum in your pants."
Harry snorted. "I'm not fifteen. I can hold it."
"Well, I can't." She said and blushed a little. "I want to see it already."
"Merlin, you're eager."
She got up and made a few steps back, took a band from her wrist and made a pony-tail. "Whip it out."
Harry grinned standing up as well. "Whip it out? I'm not that big."
"Let me be the judge of that, so come on. Felt big enough through your pants."
Harry started to unbuckle his belt. "Mind if I take off my pants? I always -"
"Whatever's comfortable for you. Only if you don't mind, take off your shirt as well then. Let me see that bod'."
Harry switched to the shirt and started to unbutton it first. He looked at her, finding her with her hands behind her head staring at him with a small smile. "Are you going to show me some of your flesh too, or what?"
"Nope."
"Didn't take you for a shy witch."
Jane shrugged, deciding not even to answer, and with a wave of her wand summoned the bottle she brought up with them.
"What?" said Harry after taking off his shirt, standing only in his pants, catching as Jane stared at him a bit funny.
"Ehm... Didn't think you'd be this buff."
"Buff?" Harry snorted. "Very funny."
"What? I'm not joking."
"You call this" - he gestured over his torso - "buff?"
"Well, if in comparison to most wizards who are too lazy to lift something heavier than their wand, then yes."
"Ehm... Dunno. I sometimes do muggle exercises, but in muggle terms I'm quite skinny. I weigh barely 80 after a good meal. Anyway, is this a deal-breaker for you?"
Jane took another gulp out of the bottle. "Don't be ridiculous. Just was surprised a bit. Looking good, so don't worry. Off with the pants already." Harry nodded and with one motion pulled down his pants along with the underwear, stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. "Niiiiice," said Jane looking at his junk with cheshire smile and licked her lips.
"Feels a bit weird to be the only one completely naked," he said trying to give her an unambiguous hint.
"Wait a moment, you'll forget all about it."
Jane stepped closer to him, put a hand over his chest and pushed him a little, making him drop back onto the sofa. She put the bottle at the table and got down on her knees.
"A pillow?" said Harry holding a throw cushion in his hand. "For the knees I mean."
Jane stroked his thighs slowly with both hands as she was staring up at him with a tad of surprise, not sure at first how to react. "What a gentleman..." she said finally and excepted the pillow.
After getting comfortable she started to scratch gently the underside of Harry's shaft with her short fingernails. "How do you want it?"
"How?"
"You know, slow, fast... Any preferences? I also can take it deep."
"You want to do it because you like giving head, right?" Jane nodded with confidence. "Then do however you like best as long as it isn't toothy."
Jane nodded and dove straight to it. In a few quick strokes she managed to swallow him completely. She gave him about a dozen of long slow strokes in which her lips traveled from the tip to the base of his cock. Then slowly pulled back and looked up with a smile. "As you see I can take it all." Harry nodded, staring at her with wonder. `Maybe even with respect,` thought Jane, but quickly banished the ridiculous, in her opinion, thought. "So you may skull-fuck me if you want."
"Really?"
"Yep. I can take it."
"Mmm... You seemed to be doing a marvelous job on your own, so..."
Jane shrugged and said, "Your choice." Then dove back to the cock.
Her mouth went back and forth at quite a pace. She did deep-throat him from time to time, but not as much as at the beginning when she basically was showing off. She liked to surrender control while giving head, and on her own even a normal blowjob was fun.
Harry barely held it together from the intensity. He didn't expect the blowjob be that good even after seeing her deep-throat, but she seemed to know how to push every of his buttons. And the way she glanced up at him from time to time as she played with his balls... Her every single honed motion brought him closer and closer. She just didn't let up, working with both of her hands as well as her mouth. Lick, suck, tug, squeeze... All done perfectly.
After an unambiguous warning, which she more or less ignored, Harry exploded, filling her mouth with cum.
When Harry opened his eyes, he found Jane already sitting cross-legged beside him and smiling widely.
"God... You weren't exaggerating..."
"I'm glad you liked it," she said and licked her lips as if letting him know that she swallowed, because he was far too gone to notice in the past few seconds.
"You seem to have liked it yourself."
"I have. No shame in that. You were very yummy."
"I totally understand. So now's your turn..." Harry said wiggling his eyebrows.
"Huh?"
"No huh, but panties off. Skirt better as well, but it's optional. I'm -"
"No!"
"No?" Harry looked at her bemused. "Don't you want to cum?"
A flicker of hesitation went over her face before she said resolutely. "No, I don't. ... Well, I'm going to take care of it by myself. So don't worry."
"May I watch?"
"No. I'll wait til you leave."
Harry pouted. "Kicking me out already?"
"No, you may stay some more. But I won't touch myself with you here."
"Oh, come on... It's a bit wild down there? Don't worry, or we can just charm it off."
"What are you talking about?"
"Pubes I mean. I know that some -"
"No. It's unrelated."
"I understand that you worked all day and -"
"Not all day."
"But can't I at least finger you? If you're worried about the lack of shower..." Jane huffed. "Oh, come on... You just make me want it more..."
"You said yourself that I'm shy, so just take it as it is."
"But not shy enough to give head?"
"Exactly."
And then without any warning Harry leaned to her as if for a kiss and put his hand on her crotch. He immediately yanked it away and skidded away a little, staring at her with wide eyes.
Jane sighed and while pursing her lips shook her head. "What part of No means No you did not get??" Harry's mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. "You didn't have to know. I said that I was alright and you HAD to stick your hands where you shouldn't have."
"You've got a cock?!"
Jane's rueful expression turned into a smirk. "You can employ all mental gymnastics you want now, but it won't make my blowjob bad retroactively. You said you liked it."
"A real cock?!"
"Yes. A real one. Or do you think I'd stick a dildo in my panties?"
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I think you can guess the reason."
"Guess?" Harry said with confusion.
Jane grit her teeth, angry at him for playing dumb without even trying. "We agreed on a blowjob only! I didn't ask you to put your hand down there! In fact I explicitly asked not to touch me below the waist."
"Ah... That's why..."
"Yes! That's why!"
"I haven't been with a man for a while..."
"I'm not a man! ...WAIT! For a while?! That m-"
She was cut off as Harry lunged forward and began kissing her passionately.
Jane pushed him away after only a few seconds and looked at him a bit miffed, her cheeks flushed. "I am not a man!"
"God, you're cute..."
Harry again tried to pull closer, but Jane skidded away. "I'm a witch!"
"Sorry. For me it always made no difference. Twat - woman, cock - man."
"You didn't think of me as a man until you discovered I don't have a twat."
"So?"
"So I am a witch!"
Harry waved his hand dismissively. "Semantics." He then put it on her thigh, the same way she had a week ago and asked not dissimilar question. "May I blow you?"
"I was thinking you were straight..."
Harry snorted and moved his hand to her crotch, his eyes lightening up as he gave the hard rod a light squeeze. "And I was thinking you were a girl."
"I am one!" she exclaimed angrily, but she squeezed her eyes for a moment as Harry started rubbing her hardness through the layers of fabric, her anger melting away even as desperately she tried to hold onto it. She opened her eyes and looked at him now with a tinge of amusement. "You seem to be even more excited after discovering what's down there."
Harry smiled. "As I've said, haven't had a cock in my mouth for a while."
"You looked angry a minute ago as you found what's under my skirt."
"Nope. Was just really-REALLY surprised. That's all." He squeezed her junk lightly. "So, may I or what?"
"We're talking..."
Harry huffed. "We'll talk later. Don't you want to cum?" He saw her wavering and pressed forward. "You're hard already. I'm not as skilled as you are, but I don't have to tell you that even an average blowjob is better than no blowjob. And I promise I can give you at least an average one." Jane's mouth opened and closed a few times as if she tried to say something but couldn't. "Come on... Let me munch on your sausage."
She chuckled. "Hungry?"
"Yes, and you as a good hostess should feed your customers, right?"
"Merlin, don't be so corny. It isn't sexy at all."
"Gonna slobber all over your corn-knob."
Jane shook her head grinning, feeling much more relaxed than a minute ago. "You're really want it?"
"Sure am."
She took a deep breath, slipped her thumbs under the waistband and raised her bum, then in one go pulled her skirt and her tight underwear down and kicked them off her ankles; almost copying how Harry took off his pants.
Harry let out a guttural sound as he looked at her. "Uh... Just like I like it."
"Huh?" she said a little flustered from being so exposed.
"Not a fan of pubes."
"You said you have no problem with them."
Harry shrugged. "I also said that I can charm them off."
"A bit rude, considering you're having them."
"Trimmed. And I would've gotten them shorter or even removed if Ginny wasn't against it." He grimaced and added in high mocking voice, "Harry, you look weird like that. Don't shave it off completely anymore." He switched back to his voice. "I'm not judging, but considering there's no hustle with muggle shaving tools when a single spell removes everything, what pubes are good for? Especially on balls. Those are the worst." Harry finally reached out and cupped hers. "That's what I mean. Nice and smooth. A bit on the smaller side, but whatever." Harry saw Jane blush a little. "So may I or what?"
"Isn't this" - she gestured to her very much hard cock and his hand holding her balls - "the most unambiguous cue, or you want a written permission?"
"Nope. I want you to say it." She raised an eyebrow. "Come on... Indulge me."
"Help me cum, Harry Potter."
"Too vague..." said Harry smirking and kept gently massaging the sack. "Tell me how I should do it exactly."
Jane blushed deeper and said, "Be a good boy and make me cum the same way I made you."
"Mmm... Okay. Good enough. Additional points for calling me a good boy." Harry got up from the sofa and lowered down between Jane's legs, on the same pillow he gave her.
He right away leaned forward and gave a lick to the exposed tip of the cock. With the corner of his eye he saw as Jane reached with her hand for him, but then faltered and pulled it away. Harry looked up and said, "I can't deep-throat at all though. So no face-fucking."
"No... Sorry. That's nothing."
"Hm? Come on, you can tell me. I won't judge." He rubbed her smooth thighs slowly.
"You're seem so eager and I... Well, I wanted just to touch your hair."
"Ah, that... No worries. I like it in fact. Just really don't try to ram it into my mouth. I really do hate it."
Harry only waited for her nod and then dove back to her cock. He pulled the foreskin fully off and took the glans into his mouth. He gently caressed them with his tongue and lips for a bit, then pulled back. "You taste funny."
Jane gasped with embarrassment. "I... Sorry! I didn't think I needed a shower."
"Nah... I didn't say bad."
Harry leaned back and this time took more of the shaft in his mouth and began bobbing his head. He didn't do it consciously, but he was giving the softest blowjob ever - gently sucking on the cock as if was made of porcelain. He enjoyed her fingernails scratching his scalp for a bit, but then she stopped and started to let out sighs and light moans.
Harry looked up grinning. "God, you sound so cute."
"Sorry," she said flustered.
"Means I'm doing something right..."
She combed through his hair. "Yes, I like it a lot."
"Yes, keep saying how good I am..."
Harry lowered back, almost lunging down, and took way too much of the length and gagged. He immediately pulled back coughing.
"Sorry. Give me a" - cough - "second."
"You said you don't deep-throat."
Harry shrugged, calming down after a few seconds and started to stroke the shaft. "Just tried. I keep expecting that someday I'll be able to, and yours isn't big, if you don't mind me saying, so I thought that it's worth a try."
Jane brushed her fingers through his hair. "The feeling of having yours completely in my mouth was glorious."
Harry pursed his lips. "So it's taunting now?"
"No, sorry," she said with evident apprehension in her voice, "didn't mean it like that. But there are exercises that can help."
"Was joking. And quit constantly apologizing."
"Sorry."
Harry chuckled and dove back to the cock.
He kept working with his hand and mouth more vigorously, listening to the light sounds she failed to hold down.
Harry barely felt like going into a rhythm and his own cock started to stir once again as he heard Jane mumbled, "I... Coming..."
Harry didn't ease up on her and in the next seconds she came and several meager ropes of cum covered his tongue.
"That was fast..." said Harry after swallowing.
The blowjob lasted barely a few minutes, unlike the one Jane gave him. Harry looked up and was greeted by Jane's chin, as her head was tilted back.
She looked down. "Sorry, I -"
"No-no. You don't have to explain."
He climbed to back to the sofa, grimacing a bit. "Don't like cum?" Harry nodded and pointed at the still was half-full bottle, she gave it to him. "Thanks. I rarely get such treatment," she said as Harry took a few big gulps.
"No thanks needed."
"Why'd let me cum in your mouth?"
"You have, so it's only fair."
Jane rolled her eyes. "I have because I like cum."
"You do?"
"I'm not a cumslut for nothing," she said, any previous hesitancy was gone from her voice.
Harry grinned. "Cumslut?"
"I did invite you here to give you a blowjob and nothing else. Besides, did you think you're the first patron who blew his rocks in my mouth?"
"I guess not... You do have an amazing talent."
"Skill, not a talent. That's what practice gives."
"A lot of practice?"
She shrugged. "Depends on your definition of a lot. I've got a few semi-regular customers who rarely leave without a little blowy. And it helps for tips."
"Isn't it... I'm not judging or anything, but isn't it a bit whorish?"
"I don't care. Call it what you want. It's not like I'm ready to get to my knees in front of any man. I do it because I like doing it and only with the ones I want. On my terms."
"And this... I mean, is it a one way street with them?"
"Yep."
"At least I'm even with you."
She smiled widely. "More than even! Feel free to stop by to get head anytime. And it doesn't mean that you have to reciprocate."
"You don't have to answer, but I'm curious, how often do you do it?"
"Give head?" He nodded. "It varies... But I'd say 1-2 times a week."
"It's just you said you've got some regulars who -"
"Not that they frequent in here. I mean in the bar."
"And you just like me bring them here after closing?"
"Nah... Mostly it's during working hours and even if after closing, I still do it in the pantry. I'm not worried about leaving the counter for 5 minutes. Our clients are honest."
"Why not here?"
"Well," - she looked around - "I live here. So it would be weird to bring more or less strangers in here."
"Ain't I a stranger."
Jane shrugged. "I've said that I knew you a bit since Hogwarts and even had a crush on you. So..."
"Aren't you going to get caught? In the pantry I mean."
"Do I look stupid? I do it only after the kitchen closes. So I'm not worried."
"Ah... Well, it's not like your mom would fire you."
Jane snorted. "If she ever finds out what I do down there, she's going to not just fire, but also kick me out."
"Is she... I mean, she surely knows about you."
"No-no, the sole reason is that she doesn't tolerate any funny business from her employees, I'm not an exception."
"Still boggles my mind that you like the taste of semen."
"It's... Doesn't your wife like it?"
"No. Some tolerate it, but you said you actually LIKE it."
"Well, it's... For me it represents the taste of sex."
"So you... Mmm... Does that mean that you've been only with men?"
"I am straight." Harry pursed his lips and Jane was almost able to hear his thoughts. "So you still think of me as a man..."
"No, I've said already, for me it makes no difference. And you sure as hell don't look like one when I can't see what's between your legs. But a cock is a cock and you have no twat. Don't get me wrong, you may call yourself a lamppost and I'd still find you quite attractive." He reached out and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. "For me it's all what matters."
"But you don't see me as a witch, right?"
"Jane, I don't think I see you as anything. In a good way. Before I discovered you've got a cock I was fully expecting to find a twat down there, but I like playing with cock too. So all this, man-woman difference is... I dunno. You're just a person who happened to have a cock."
Jane looked sour at him. "But if I had a womanly bits down there, I would've been just a normal witch to you, right?"
"Well, yeah in general, but still, deep down more like person with a twat."
"Are you talking about me or..? What about your wife? Is she a person with a twat?"
"Sure, she is."
Jane looked at him confused. "So you're thinking about her as a person with a twat?"
"I don't think of people by the genitals they have. For me she's just Ginny. Just like you're just Jane." Harry chuckled. "Your names even similar."
"So there's no difference?" she asked, decided to ignore the weird comment about how their names were alike.
"The only one is what we can do naked. With her I know that I can eat her out and stick my dick in her. With you I know that I can stroke or suck your cock. I'm telling about only my part of course."
"You may also fuck me... Well... You know where..."
"Well, yeah. If you're okay with it. But we've ventured beyond my point."
"Mmm... Let me put it this way. How do you refer to me in your head?"
"Jane? How else?" Harry grinned. "Want me to think of you as Rosmerta's daughter?"
Jane smiled widely. "So daughter after all."
"Ehm... What else? Wait a second. You lied? You aren't her daughter?"
"No I -"
"But you do look a bit similar... Or am I imagining things?"
"No-no. I meant no for lying. She's my mother alright. My point is that you said cock means a man for you, but you didn't say that I'm Rosmerta's son, right?"
"Well, you introduced yourself as her daughter. So I guess it stuck in my head. ... Wait. No. Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't even refer to you as Jane in my head. You're just an entity or an image in my mind. I mean, do you refer to me as Harry or as a man? In your own head."
"But you see me as a witch or a wizard?" she asked as if not hearing his question.
Harry sighed. "That's like asking me whether I see Bertie Bott's beans as Bertie Bott's or not. I know they are named like that, so I'm going to call them that."
"That's not analogous at all. I'm not a bean."
Harry grinned. "A lollipop more like."
She folded her arms over her chest. "And you've said that you don't reduce people to their genitals..."
"Oh, this was a joke! What are we even talking about here?"
"I'm trying to understand whether I'm a witch for you or not."
"You look like one from the outside. I mean until you take your skirt off."
"So you think inside I'm a man..."
"God... I've said already that I don't think that. You cover your cock with a hand - you look like a woman, you take it away, there is a COCK! I can't overlook this fact, right?"
"And it immediately makes me a man?"
Harry sighed and covered his eyes. "I didn't -"
"I mean in your eyes. Do I become a man?"
"Merlin, how can't you not understand? Those two categories are just labels that don't have underlying meaning. Just like Bertie Bott's beans. If the company changes the name of the beans but they are going to be the same, I'm going to call them that. ... Well, after I'm going to get used to it. I've said already, I can call you anything you want."
"That I got. Thanks. But that's just what you say, not how you feel."
Harry hit his forehand with a fist. "I just don't care. No, better to say I CAN'T care. It's like you're asking a blind person, blind from birth that is, what color your shirt is. He may know that most shirts are white. And if you say to him that your shirt is blue he's going to take it as you say. But deep inside for him the concept of color makes no sense. He only knows that in summer in a black one he'd feel hotter than in a white one because in essence it represent the amount and wavelength of photons absorbed or reflected. And with you I know that you want to be called a witch, you've made it more than clear, and that I can't do the same thing with you as I do with Ginny or any other woman. ... Oh, I've got a better way to explain! You feel like a woman, right?"
"That's what I've been telling you."
"Well, I don't."
"Obviously..."
"No-no. Didn't say it right. I don't feel like a woman nor like a man. I'm just a person. That's it. A person with a cock."
Jane snorted. "So what, you wouldn't mind if I start calling you a woman instead of a man?"
"Well, it would feel weird. Mainly because I'm not used to it. But whatever. And it's not like in a conversation you casually call me a man anyway, right?"
"Are you going to tell your wife that -"
"Wife-wife... You know her name, so call her Ginny."
"I don't know her personally, but okay. Are you going to tell Ginny about me?"
"Sure, I've said that we're open, right? I'm not going behind her back right now."
"Yeah-yeah, I'm not talking about that. I'm asking whether you're going to tell her that you've been with a woman or a man."
"Ehm..." Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Haven't even thought about it. Give me a moment." Harry shrugged in several seconds. "Just going to say how it went without naming names. That I met a witch in a bar, she sucked me off, and as I tried to do the same..." Harry chuckled. "Well, as I wanted to go down on her, it turned out that she has a cock, so I ended up indeed doing the same thing after all." He grinned. "And afterwards we argued about something not important like two morons."
"So it's SHE sucked me off and SHE has a cock and not HE."
"You've said that you consider yourself a witch, so I'm using it as well. I'm not going to persuade a company what makes Bertie Bott's beans to change the name of their product, right? I'm bisexual, can't you understand? I don't see a difference when I'm kissing with somebody. ... I tend to close my eyes anyway."
"What about my breasts?"
"What about them?"
"It's a womanly trait, right? I've seen you ogle my cleavage."
"Small, but I still like small ones. And I haven't yet seen them."
"Wanna?"
Harry grinned. "You think there's a chance of me saying no?"
Jane right away stated to unbutton her shirt. The bra had a front hook, so seconds later Harry was able to see her breasts.
His hand as if on its own moved to feel one, but he stopped. "May I?" She nodded.
Harry cupped her left tit. He kept gently squeezing and kneading it, then tweaked the nipple a bit. "Wicked. Feel just like a real one would."
"What's that supposed to mean? They are real!"
"Really?"
"That's why they are so small."
"Fair enough."
"Seems like you do like them."
"Of course..." Jane chuckled and pointed at his now hardening cock. Harry followed her eyes and snorted. "What did you expect?"
"Want to fuck me?"
"It won't stay hard for long now." Jane's smile disappeared instantly and Harry caught it. "Some other time maybe? Alcohol plus I'm tired plus I came not long ago."
"Didn't you say this was going to be a one-time thing?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't see why it can't be a two-time thing. If you don't mind of course." She shook her head. "We, I mean I and Ginny don't have strict rules about it. And I've never been with somebody like you before, and it is fun."
Jane pursed her lips but decided not to touch the subject all over again.

Chapter: A cocktail
Seeing Harry walk in Jane immediately looked the other way, so her face wouldn't break in half from smiling. She waited until she saw him sitting down on the usual place, before she felt calm enough and dared to look at him after. "Hi. Haven't seen you in a while."
"Evening... Well, I've mentioned how I hate apparating and the Floo, and the last few Hogwarts lectures were on non-primary days."
"That was then..." she mumbled flustered.
"Huh?"
"You may come whenever you're in the village. If you want."
"Ahm... Sure. What has changed?"
"Nothing," said averting her eyes and put a glass before him, then grabbed a bottle. "The usual?"
Harry put his hand over the glass. "Nope." Jane put the bottle back and looked at him expectantly. "I want a special thing today."
"Know the name?" She picked up a thick book with recipes from under the counter. "I'm still not versed well with cocktails."
"You don't need it." Harry took the book from her and dropped it on the counter. "It has only one ingredient." Harry looked around, finding that none were nearby, and motioned for her to lean closer. She did and Harry whispered. "Your cum."
Jane blushed and said in a hushed tone. "Wait a bit. It's Tuesday, and..." She glanced back at the clock. "You came earlier than usual today. But I think they are going to leave in an hour or so."
"No-no, you didn't understand." Harry said with a small smirk. "I want it NOW. So take this glass" - he moved it to her - "and give me what I ordered."
"We're not alone!" she hissed.
"There's nobody by the counter but me," he said, sounding casual as if this was the most usual thing to ask.
"You don't even like my cum!"
"That's beside the point. A customer is always right, isn't it?" She glanced at him uncertainly and Harry added, "I'm waiting..."
"Really?" She was trying to understand whether he was joking, testing her limits this way, or genuinely wanted her to do it right there.
"Yes. Get working."
"What if somebody comes to order something?"
Harry stood up and looked her over. "I can't see anything from here unless I lean way-way over the counter."
Jane huffed, hesitating, and then seeing how Harry didn't say it was a joke, she started to put bottle after bottle on the counter.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up," she hissed and put another 5 bottles in a row on the other side of Harry as a makeshift barrier. "Just in case."
Harry grinned, understanding what the bottles were for. "I don't think they are necessary, but okay."
Inside Jane was torn, she did find the idea exciting, but she hasn't done anything even close to such thing before, one the other hand she didn't want to disappoint Harry. This was only the fifth time he came to see her, and she was afraid that if she straight up refused, he might stop coming. She looked at him and decided to make sure for the last time. "You really want me to do it right here?"
"Yes."
Jane took a few breaths looking about to make sure nobody was looking in her direction, then put her hands under the skirt and took her panties off. She hesitated for a moment, trying to decide where to put them, but Harry extended his hand and said, "I'll take them please."
With a blush on her cheeks she put the bunched up fabric in his hand and Harry right away stashed it in his pocket.
"Mom would kill me if she ever finds out about this."
"Nobody's going to find out. And you're grown witch, what's with the mom thing?"
"This place is like holy for her or something. And I do work for her."
Harry pointed at a placard on the wall and read it aloud. "We serve everything. So just say what I ordered."
"I don't think my great-great-grandfather had this in mind when he put this sign on the wall and mom would too."
"Are you hard now?" Jane nodded, a bit ashamed that she got horny so easily. "Then quit stalling. Your customer is thirsty."
Jane leaned on the counter and put her right hand under her skirt. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Harry took her hand in his own and rubbed it with his thumb. "Relax."
"How can I relax?! When I'm..." She huffed, her hand already at work.
"Just imagine there's nobody here but us."
"I can't. They are all in my view. And I'm too anxious to close my eyes."
"Okay, let's go another way. Imagine climbing on the counter and masturbating in front of everybody. And they come closer, drooling, watching as you -"
"Did you see who's here today? This isn't helping."
"Then say what's going to help."
"I dunno. Believe it or not, but this isn't a situation I often find myself in."
"How about if I say that you look very sexy." Jane blushed and Harry smiled seeing that had an effect even better than he anticipated. "Yes, just like that... Good girl." He leaned and kissed the back of her hand. "As a good barmaid you can't refuse your favourite customer. ... If I'm the favourite that is."
"You are..."
"And he wants some cream. Whip some cream for him."
"Stop with this corny shite!"
Harry only grinned, watching her right shoulder as if was trembling as she was stroking her cock furiously.
"I would've helped you, but it's part of the order, so you have to do it yourself... But I would've gladly walked around and sucked on your cute little cock until you came." In his third visit Harry has learned that Jane, unlike most people with cocks he knew, liked diminutive terms said about her junk. "Wank for me..."
"Don't say wank. I don't like this word applied to me."
"Don't get distracted and keep touching yourself like a good girl."
Jane's cheeks were flushed red as she listened to Harry's encouragements; some of them helped, while the others, considering Harry's penchant for corny phrases, not so much. A jumble of thoughts plagued her mind, hindering her reaching climax. Finally she moved her wandering eyes to stare at Harry's smiling face and that did it.
She yanked her left hand from Harry's grasp and grabbed the glass. Her features contorted a little as she bit her lower lip and a few seconds later her face relaxed and she took a few deep breaths.
Still holding the glass under the counter she turned around and grabbed a bottle of Advocaat. The color wasn't the exact match, but in the dim lighting of the bar, she decided, it would be enough. She put the bottle on the counter and the glass beside it.
Harry chuckled, without having to ask understanding what the bottle was for. He took the glass and looked at its meager contents. He was about to bring it to his mouth as Jane grabbed his wrist. "You don't have to. I know you're not into -"
"You worked so hard for it."
She released his wrist and mumbled, "I don't like my own, but if you want, I'd drink it for you."
Harry ignored her, and Jane watched with bated breath as Harry tilted his head back and let a few thick drops sluggishly drip into his mouth. She felt her face heating up and her cock twitch despite cumming just moments before.
After Harry put the glass back onto the counter, Jane pointed her wand at it and vanished the whole thing. She then started to put the bottles back to their places as she saw Harry put one shiny golden coin on the counter.
Jane looked at him with pursed lips. "Really?"
Harry grinned. "You've said you the whorish aspect is a turn on for you."
"Not anymore." She blushed and with her forefinger moved the coin back to Harry. "I mean not with you."
"Oh-ho..." He wiggled his eyebrows and pocketed the Galleon, Jane's face became redder. "And were there others customers like me?"
"Huh?"
"Yes," said Harry with a smirk, "keep pretending you didn't understand the question."
"I... No, there were none. Unlike you, others get only blowjobs from me. Want something to wash it down?" She mentally praised herself with the way she changed the subject.
To her surprise Harry shook his head and grabbed a bon-bon from the bowl. Harry sighed standing up. "Well, it was good seeing you. Til the next time."
"You're going already?!"
"Have to be home early today."
"But I... What about you? You haven't come."
"I'll rub one out thinking how cute you looked today making me a special cocktail."
Looking at her flustered face Harry made a kissing gesture, then without waiting for a response turned on his heels and left.

Chapter: 60 seconds
Jane waited until the man took both drinks and went back to his table. As he was far enough she turned once again to Harry. "Say, isn't Ginny against it? It was supposed to be a one-time thing after all."
"Why would she? And it was supposed to be... I'm flexible in that regard, I've said it already. But if this is a subtle way to say that you got tired of me, I can stop coming."
"No! I never said that," she said blushing a little.
Harry nodded. "Good."
"But, is Ginny okay with... the thing we're having?"
"Of course she's okay with everything. And besides, she has a boyfriend of her own."
"WHAT??" She stopped realizing that she said it way too loud and added in low voice, "And you're okay with it?"
"Sure. Why are you so surprised? Did you really think I was the only one" - he made air-quotes - "unfaithful? We're open. Been for years. I've told you several times."
"So what, since she has a boyfriend, you may have a girlfriend?"
"Of course. Or a boyfriend. But that's in principle. In practice women or men, the ones that are okay with me being married, don't want to become my mistress, and satisfied with a one-time thing." Harry smirked seeing her biting her lip. "You may ask me."
"Ask you what?"
"The question you want to ask."
Jane's cheeks reddened. "I don't have any more questions."
"Right..." Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. "Let me put it like this - if you ask me in the next minute the answer is yes. Starting... NOW."
"Ask you what?" she said quickly. Unsure if she was just imagining it, or Harry indeed wanted her to ask the question that was on her mind. Was she really that easy to read?
"56 seconds," said Harry as if not hearing her.
"It's not fair! To -"
"52 seconds."
Jane huffed, irritated by his smirk, but at the same time this was something she liked about Harry - the carefree way he held himself, how easy he made everything seem. "Not very gentlemanly of you to be honest."
Harry shrugged. "Yep. Maybe you're right. I wasn't raised well." He grinned. "30 seconds."
"What if I ask a wrong question?"
"Then ask the right one. 20."
Jane stared at his smirking face, her nostrils flared. Her heart was beating faster and faster with each passing second. What if she asks it and he laughs in her face? It wasn't like a thing Harry would do, but still, she wasn't able to ignore the possibility. Last time she was literally laughed at for something similar. Although the circumstances were quite different.
"5... 4... 3... t-"
Jane hit the counter with her fist, momentarily drawing attention from some of the remaining customers, leaned to Harry and said quickly, swallowing half of the vowels in the process, "Can I be your girlfriend maybe?"
Harry smiled. "I already said that the answer is yes, haven't I?"
Jane hit his forearm lightly several times and took a deep breath, feeling as if a ton got off her shoulders that Harry put on her a minute ago. "This wasn't fair to make me do this!"
"But it was fun."
"No it wasn't!" she said trying to sound indignant, but inside she was bursting with joy. Her heart as if didn't know that it was time to stop beating so fast.
"Was it so hard? To ask?"
Jane huffed. Trying to understand if he was joking, thinking that if he deemed it easy, then he should've asked her himself. "Of course!"
"Why? Back then you offered to give me head after we exchanged only a few sentences."
"That was a completely different thing."
Harry glanced back for a second. "Come on, nobody's watching."
"Huh?"
"Don't you want to give your new boyfriend a kiss?" Jane made sure that indeed nobody was looking their way, leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. "And you call this a kiss?"
"In here it is," she said blushing. She felt like her heart was trying to escape her chest.
Harry sighed but said nothing. While they were alone she was almost more daring than him, but in public she was always so damn timid.
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