Harry, Hermione, Daphne, and Susan headed into Honeydukes together. Honeydukes was a candy shop, and had some of the weirdest candy and some of the best candy anywhere in the Wizarding world. Well, Fleur had always claimed there was some French chocolate shop that blew Honeydukes out of the water, but Harry had yet to see proof of that.
"Look at this." Susan murmured to Harry, and his arm slid around the pregnant redhead's waist as he sidled up alongside her. She threw him a glowing look of love, before her mind got back on track and she pointed out the bizarre Cockroach Clusters to Harry.
"Yikes." Harry said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"Want me to get you some?" Susan asked playfully. Harry laughed, shaking his head emphatically.
"Not even remotely." he said with a chuckle, and Susan smiled.
Harry ran his hands across Susan's sexy body, enjoying her every curve, his hands yearning to play with her huge tits but that was a little too much for in public.
"Fuck, Harry." Sue gasped breathlessly, "Are you trying to turn me on?"
Harry laughed, and took Susan's hand, and the two of them rejoined Daphne and Hermione, who were staring at some kind of blood candy for vampires.
"You OK, Sue? You look all flushed." Daphne observed, her gaze sliding wryly to Harry.
"Just fine." Susan said, and squeezed Harry's hand.
"Merlin, you put a baby in a girl then suddenly you can't keep your hands off her, huh, Harry?" Daphne teased.
Harry chuckled, and kissed Susan warmly on the lips.
"I can't get the image of you all pregnant, with your tits swelled up with milk… it's a hot image." Harry admitted.
"That's why you're being so handsy with me." Susan giggled, and she slipped her arms around Harry's neck, pulling him down into a soft, loving kiss.
Harry glanced warily at Daphne after he drew back from Susan's full lips, but she looked entirely unbothered. Harry gave her a genuine smile, and she smiled back. It seemed as if their chat before coming to Hogsmeade may have done a lot of good. But he had meant what he said, he would give that speech to Daphne a thousand times if it helped her realize that what he said was the truth.
Harry slipped an arm around Daphne, and she cuddled up against his side.
"How about we go for drinks in the Three Broomsticks?" Harry suggested.
"Sounds good." Hermione agreed.
Daphne and Susan assented as well, and so the foursome made their way out of Honeydukes and out through the cold towards the popular tavern.
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When Harry and the three girls entered the Three Broomsticks, they all gave little sighs of happiness at how warm and inviting it was, compared to the dreary and snowy cold outside.
Harry spotted Angelina Johnson sitting with Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. The buxom dark-skinned girl a year his senior was the only one to notice Harry's presence, and she gave him a smile and a wave, which Harry returned.
Daphne led the group to a square table they all sat down at, each sitting at a different side of it.
"I'll grab us some drinks." Harry said gallantly, and got up to head towards the bar, where the sensationally curvy and gorgeous Madam Rosmerta was working, a brunette woman who was probably in her mid-to-late thirties based on stories Harry had heard, but magic kept her looking youthful. Harry would say she looked as if she was maybe 30.
"Hello, there." Harry put on his most charming smile. Rosmerta smiled back at him, and leaned onto her elbows, letting those bountiful large tits of hers dangle and giving Harry a perfect view down her top.
"The famous Harry Potter." Rosmerta looked him up and down, "It's an honor."
Sometimes, Harry really enjoyed his fame.
"It's lovely to meet you, too." Harry flirted, "I've heard a lot about how beautiful you are from some of the older students. They didn't do you justice."
Rosmerta blushed lightly.
"You are quite the charmer, aren't you? I bet you have a ton of schoolgirls falling all over you." Rosmerta teased knowingly.
"I might have a few." Harry said innocently.
Rosmerta grinned.
"I'm not surprised to learn James Potter's son is a scoundrel and a seducer. He was quite the flirt back when he was in Hogwarts." Rosmerta recalled fondly.
"Did he ever get anywhere with you?" Harry wondered.
"Oh, he wasn't half as talented as you." Rosmerta winked, and Harry grinned.
"Stop monopolizing the barmaid." one surly older wizard grouched from a little ways down the bar.
"It appears I have another customer to attend to." Rosmerta said disappointedly, "Let me get you your drinks. How many, darling?"
"4, please." Harry said. Rosmerta touched Harry's hand.
"I'm on it." she winked, and went off to take the surly wizard's order.
Harry was really loving how his life was headed so far. He had everything he could ever wish for, riches, family, lovers, love, children… and still women were falling all over for him, and he adored it. The thrill of enchanting a new witch… it was remarkably fun.
He once again was infinitely grateful to Daphne for not being a possessive betrothed. She knew what he was like, and let him do what he wanted, and all she asked for in return was his love, something she'd always have. Harry really loved Daphne, and sometimes he got so used to her being there that he took her for granted, which simply couldn't happen anymore.
They'd had sex only one time since their betrothal, and Harry needed to get that number up.
Rosmerta came back with a sultry smile and placed a round black tray with 4 drinks on it in front of Harry.
"Enjoy." she said with a smile.
"I will." Harry replied in kind, and took the drinks back to Daphne, Susan, and Hermione, only to discover his chair had already been occupied.
"'ope you don't mind me stealing your chair, 'Arry." Fleur Delacour teased, and Harry's cock twitched at the sight of Fleur's baby bump, visible in the tight shirt she wore beneath her winter jacket, which was hung up on the back of Harry's chair.
She was 3 months pregnant, after all, and the start of her baby bump really coming in was something Harry found rather hot. He also noted how Susan couldn't look at Fleur without touching her own stomach.
Harry pulled up a chair and sat beside Susan on her side, and she eagerly took his hand in hers. He glanced around the table, smiling at Daphne, which made her smile, too. He turned to Hermione and smiled at her, too, then saw a glimpse of a thin golden chain like that of a necklace around her neck, but she quickly adjusted her shirt to cover it, which Harry found odd, but then Fleur started talking and Harry's attention was drawn away.
"So, 'Arry, you're moving your zings into my room tonight, oui?" Fleur asked in her sexy French accent.
"Yup. We're roommates now." Harry smiled.
"I cannot wait." Fleur confessed, "I've missed you so."
"I've missed you, too." Harry grinned.
"Ze room even has its own private bath." Fleur winked at Harry, who's grin grew wider.