Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 9 – The Calm before the Storm

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 9
March had rolled in and flowers had started to bloom all around the grounds of Hogwarts. It was the weekend, and it was time for the monthly visit to Hogsmeade. Harry and Hermione ventured together to the village and made their way to the Three Broomsticks as they enjoyed the fine taste of a butterbeer. Since Ron had revealed his dark secret to Harry around 6 weeks ago, Harry had refused to talk to Ron, who in turn made no effort to talk to Harry either. The door to the Three Broomsticks suddenly creaked open and in a bask of sunlight; in stepped Ron.

Harry and Hermione looked up at Ron from their table who noticed them sat in the corner. Hermione gave Ron a warm smile which Ron returned. Ron then looked at Harry and his expression turned to that of disgust as he walked over to the bar to get a drink. Hermione sighed as she saw Harry look coldly back at Ron. Hermione had been trying to act as a courier between Harry and Ron for the last few weeks, even though Harry wouldn’t tell her why he and Ron were not talking.

‘I’m going to get another drink,’ said Hermione to Harry, who nodded to acknowledge he heard her.
‘Hi Ron,’ said Hermione cheerfully as she stood by Ron at the bar, waiting to be served.
‘Hey Hermione,’ said Ron softly.
‘Ron, I’m really missing you, we’re both really missing you, please…… make up with Harry,’ said Hermione desperately.
‘Harry’s not missing me, he hates me, and I hate him,’ Ron answered darkly.
‘Harry doesn’t hate you Ron, he still loves you, if you both just said sorry to each other…’ Hermione responded.
‘Yes dear?’ said Madam Rosmerta to Ron as she emerged from the back room into the bar area.
‘Look Hermione, there’s as much chance of me making up with Harry then there is of Neville becoming Minister of Magic. I’ve come in here for a quiet drink, I’ll speak to you later Hermione,’ said Ron finally as he turned towards Madam Rosmerta. Hermione looked on at Ron in sadness before going over to Harry and together they left the pub.

‘I’ll have a butterbeer please Rosy,’ said Ron. Ron couldn’t help but look at Rosmerta’s curvy ass as she turned around to get a glass from the shelf. Ron had always had a crush on Madam Rosmerta since he first saw her. She was around 40 years old and had blonde hair which she styled in a bob. Though she was approaching middle ages, she still had a pair of fabulous double D tits, which still remained pushed up like she was a teenager. Her stomach was still relatively flat and she had a beautiful round bum which was hidden behind a tight fitting skirt.
‘O dear,’ said Rosmerta, ‘it looks like the barrel has run dry. You look like a strong young man; you wouldn’t come to the cellar with me and help change the barrel?’ Rosmerta said with a wink to Ron.
‘S…ssure,’ stammered Ron as Rosmerta raised a wooden panel in the bar so Ron could walk through. Ron walked ahead of Rosmerta who glanced down at Ron’s tight bum as he walked through to the back room, causing her to bite her lower lip.
‘It’s just through there,’ said Rosmerta as she gestured towards the cellar stairs. They both made their way down together. The cellar was rather gloomy and was lit by torches that were placed in brackets along the stone walls. Barrels and pipes littered the floor as Rosmerta closed the heavy wooden door behind them.

‘It’s just that one there,’ said Rosmerta pointing towards a barrel in the far corner. Ron immediately went over and lifted the heavy barrel on to his shoulder with ease. Rosmerta couldn’t help but notice Ron’s strong biceps through his tight t-shirt. After a few minutes, a hot and sweaty Ron finally had replaced the barrel.
‘Is that all Rosy,’ said Ron as he dusted his hands down.
‘Yes……yes thank you,’ said Rosmerta softly, ‘my my you’ve got all sweaty look, let me give you an ice-cold butterbeer on the house,’ she said as she picked up a glass from on top of a barrel and filled it with foamy butterbeer from the tap on the barrel. Ron drank deeply from the goblet, enjoying the sensation of the cool drink soothing his dry throat.
‘Thanks,’ said Ron as he handed the glass back to Rosy and made his way to the door.
‘You know,’ Rosmerta suddenly said as Ron’s hand reached the door-knob, ‘I get awfully alone here, especially since my husband left me. I miss the pleasures a man gives me, especially young……strapping lads such as yourself,’ Rosmerta said seductively as Ron turned around to her in excited anticipation. Rosmerta put a finger to her lips and started to suck the tip of it slowly. Ron could feel his cock jolt in excitement as without taking his eyes of Rosmerta, he locked the door shut with a loud satisfying click; confirming to both of them that they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Ron removed his t-shirt and flung it to the floor, his strong, muscle-bound body glistening in the dark light.
‘Oooooh,’ moaned Rosmerta lightly as she eyed up Ron’s strong body, ‘come here now,’ she said, beckoning Ron over. Ron swaggered over to Rosmerta with a smile as she reached out her hands to feel Ron’s torso.