Hogsmeade Inn ch.6

Bellatrix and Daphne supported him every step of the way. Bellatrix handed him roof tiles as he fixed the roof, and Daphne provided sandwiches and coffee during lunch breaks. In the evenings, Bellatrix prepared homemade meals that they shared as a family. Sometimes, when Daphne went out with friends, Bellatrix waited for him at home in nothing but heels and a smile.

The renovation work at the inn was extensive and only halfway done. However, Bellatrix decided it was time to invite the townsfolk to see the progress, which left Harry with a knot in his stomach. What if the locals hated his work? This place meant a lot to him, and their opinion meant everything.

Fortunately, Harry had two stunning Englishwoman women by his side, ready to dispel his anxieties.

On the night of the event, Daphne wore a fitted cocktail dress, while Bellatrix donned elegant attire – both looked breathtaking. The locals began to arrive, including two important women he needed to impress: Mrs. Malfoy, the mayor, and Mrs. Weasley, the farmer who, along with Bellatrix, managed his grandfather's fund. Harry had to prove his worth to them.

First to arrive was Mrs. Weasley, a woman in her twenties, dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt, and an oversized sun hat. She also had an impressive bosom.

"Hello!" Bellatrix greeted her friend with a hug, and then Mrs. Weasley shook Harry's hand. "You must be Harry. Nice to meet you," she said with a noticeable accent.

"Likewise! Welcome to the inn."

"This place looks fantastic! You've done an incredible job, Harry."

"Well, we're only halfway there, but thank you," Harry replied. "Harry worked very hard!" Bellatrix added.

Mrs. Weasley nodded approvingly. "That's what your grandfather would have wanted. He loved this inn and this town. He always said we should be more open to tourists. He was a very wise man."

"He certainly was. Can I get you something to drink, Miss Weasley?"

"Beer, please. And call me Ginny, please."

"I'll be right back."

As Ginny and Bellatrix caught up, Harry went to the bar, opened two beers, and returned. "Thank you, dear," Bellatrix said.

"Thank you, Harry," Ginny added, then looked at him with curiosity. "You look strong."

"Thanks, I try to be."

"You should come help me on the farm sometime. I could use someone with strong hands."

"Sure, I can do that."

Ginny took a sip of her beer and smiled mischievously. Just then, an elegant car pulled up to the inn's entrance. The woman who emerged from it could only be Mayor Malfoy, a mature beauty with neatly tied gray hair in a bun. Her tailored suit accentuated her curvy figure, and high heels exuded style and wealth.

Bellatrix greeted the mayor with a formal bow. "Welcome."
"Who is this young man?"

"It's Harry, the grandson of the former owner and the guy I told you about, sis."

"Yes, nice to meet you, young man."

Harry Potter watched as the older woman waited for him to bow, a gesture he wasn't entirely accustomed to due to cultural differences. "Likewise. Can I get you a beer too?" Harry asked.

"I can't drink on the job. It wouldn't be appropriate," the woman replied.

"Oh, come on, Narcissa," Ginny chimed in, breaking the tension. "Have a little fun. This isn't work. We're here to check out all the wonderful work Harry has done."

Mrs. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, her gaze piercing. "Is that true, Bellatrix? Has this young man proven his usefulness?"

"Yes," Bellatrix confirmed. "Very much so. He's responsible for all the improvements here."

"Hmm."

The mayor scrutinized Harry from head to toe, making him feel like a judged horse.

"Alright. One beer. Just one."

"On it!"

Narcissa followed Harry into the bar, maintaining a very formal demeanor. She didn't seem satisfied until Harry detailed all the renovations and expenses.

"You got approval for all the modifications, right? Signed documents from the city?"

Harry hesitated. "Well..."

The mayor let him squirm for a moment, then smiled. "I'm just teasing you, Harry. You've done a fantastic job here."

"Oh, God," Harry sighed deeply. "Thank you. It means a lot to me."

"Your grandfather left you a great legacy, Harry. You still have to prove to me that you can handle this responsibility, but so far, you're on the right track."

"Thank you. Hogsmeade is my home now, and it deserves this inn."

"Excellent. To Hogsmeade!"

"To Hogsmeade!"

They clinked their bottles, and Narcissa smiled. "One more thing. When you're ready to officially reopen this place, you'll need a business license. Come to the town hall when the time comes, and we'll take care of it."

"I will."

The mayor finished her beer and placed it on the counter.

"Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all."

She extended her hand and patted Harry's shoulder, then joined Bellatrix and Ginny in conversation. Harry focused on ensuring everyone had plenty of food, beer, and whisky, with Bellatrix and Daphne lending a hand.

Everything went smoothly. The guests had a great time, and the townsfolk showered Harry with compliments. As the evening drew to a close, Ginny and Narcissa left, and the last guests departed the establishment. Bellatrix pulled Harry aside.

"I'm so proud of you, honey."

"Thanks."

"I have a surprise for you, Harry. Wait here."

"Alright?" Harry replied.

Bellatrix disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Harry sipping his beer. When she returned, she was accompanied by Hermione. The stunning Australian healer had swapped her white lab coat for a traditional robe, albeit quite a revealing choice. The thin fabric barely concealed her ample assets, and her brown locks were tied up in a messy bun. "Harry," she purred. "Congratulations."

"Thanks, Healer. What are you doing here?"

The healer and Bellatrix exchanged glances. "Bellatrix told me you're looking for staff. I decided to volunteer. This town is so small that most of the day, I'm just sitting around doing nothing. I can work at the reception and also be on call for emergencies. If you'll have me."

"Yes, of course! That would be great!"

"Perfect. Well then, let's move on to your real surprise."

"There's another one?"

Hermione and Bellatrix exchanged another look, this time with mischievous smiles.

"I think it's time," Hermione said, and Bellatrix nodded in agreement. "Yes, please."

Hermione prepared a blindfold and tied it around Harry's eyes. The two women led him through the inn, and the sounds and scents indicated they were near the hot spring, finally repaired and functioning.

Harry heard the rustling of clothes and a faint giggle.

"Okay. You can look now, Harry."

Harry removed the blindfold, and what he saw left him utterly speechless. Hermione stood before him, completely nude, her incredible body glistening in the moonlight. Next to her was Bellatrix, also entirely naked. But the ultimate shock came when he realized that between these two mature women stood Daphne!

"Surprise," Daphne giggled.

Harry stammered as his eyes beheld the sight of three naked women. "Come here, you silly man."

They reached for him, stripping him of his clothes. When he was as naked as they were, the three women gently led him into the hot spring. The warm, soothing water enveloped them completely.

"Better now, isn't it?" Daphne asked.

"Much better."

Harry Potter and three charming women floated in the hot spring, its relaxing waters providing sweet relief to Harry's sore muscles after weeks of hard work. Above them, stars twinkled in the night sky, and the full moon cast its glow on the rolling hills of Hogsmeade. Everything before him belonged to Harry— the exquisite inn and three alluring women. It was a miracle.

Bellatrix, with her sensual charm, drew him closer and planted a deep, sensual kiss on his lips. "We're damn proud of you, Harry," Bellatrix murmured.

Daphne followed suit with a kiss, her agile fingers exploring underwater, wrapping around his hard, thick cock. "We all want a piece of you," Daphne confessed. "We all love you, Harry," Bellatrix added.

Harry's heart swelled with emotions. In this town, he not only found a new home; he had found a new family. "Damn. I love each and every one of you."

Bellatrix continued to caress him under the water, both hands firmly gripping his manhood, causing his cock to grow thicker and harder. "We don't have to hide anymore," Bellatrix declared. Daphne agreed, "We can all share."

Harry pulled Bellatrix towards him and kissed her passionately. Meanwhile, Hermione's ample breasts brushed against his shoulder, and Daphne's warm tongue teased his ear.

"Show me your oral technique, Daphne," Hermione ordered. "Yes, ma'am."

Harry rose up, and his rigid cock emerged from the water. Daphne licked her lips and then surrounded him with her warm, wet mouth. The Englishwoman seductress hummed as she pleasured him, all while Bellatrix and Hermione pressed their soft, moist bodies against him.

"Perfect. Bellatrix, sit on his face," Hermione continued, orchestrating the scene like a seasoned director, and Harry savored every moment.

Bellatrix giggled. "Okay," she said modestly as she exited the hot spring, water cascading down her voluptuous body. Her plump, round buttocks hovered temptingly over his face. "Eat her pussy," Hermione commanded.

Harry reached up, wrapping his arms around Bellatrix's thick thighs, and delved his tongue deep into her warm, wet pussy. "Oh, Harry," the stunning MILF gasped. He eagerly lapped at her dripping pussy as if his life depended on it, while Daphne deep-throated his cock. Hermione watched with approval, her full, round breasts pressing against his chest.

"Good boy," the healer growled. "So strong. Make Bellatrix come!"

Bellatrix's moans grew louder. Her sensuous ass rubbed against his face, and her pussy throbbed and pulsed. "Harry! Oh, this is so damn naughty! Oh! Ah!"

Bellatrix quivered as a powerful orgasm surged through her, starting at her clit and radiating through every fiber of her being. She could barely stand, and Harry had to hold her by the thighs to keep her from collapsing. His massive, pulsating cock slipped out of Daphne's mouth as she watched her boss reach the climax on his face. Hermione took advantage of the moment and grabbed his member.

"My turn," the stunning Australian declared. She stood, her alluring body glistening in the moonlight. "Watch closely, ladies."

Hermione straddled Harry sensually, lowering herself onto his throbbing cock. His member stretched her pussy, while Bellatrix and Daphne watched, captivated by the erotic spectacle. Hermione's ample breasts were beautifully illuminated by the moonlight as she energetically rode him.

"Daphne! Worship his balls!" Hermione commanded.

Daphne immediately moved her head between Harry's legs, and her wet tongue caressed his swollen testicles while Hermione continued to bounce on his cock.

"Ah! Yes!" the healer moaned. "You're well-endowed, Harry, so damn big!"

Water splashed around as the mature Australian rode him with intensity. She pulled Bellatrix into a passionate tongue-kiss while Harry reached up, squeezing the healer's breasts, immersing himself in the hottest foursome imaginable.

Hermione's pussy tightened around his cock; she was on the edge. Harry reached around her, grabbing her plump cheeks and spreading them wide. Daphne understood the signal and slid her tongue into the healer's forbidden hole.

"Oh!" Hermione gasped as a powerful orgasm shook her body. She moaned deeply into Bellatrix's mouth, her pussy clenching around Harry's thick shaft.

With a gasp, the Australian woman disengaged from him. His cock glistened with her juices as she nodded towards Bellatrix. "Your turn."

Bellatrix beamed with joy. "My pleasure."

She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, straddling him and slowly impaling herself on his impressive cock. As they made love, they shared a gentle kiss, savoring every moment. Harry increased his thrusts, causing Bellatrix to sensually bounce on his cock.