Hogsemade Inn ch.3

"My eyes are here, Harry," Daphne teased with a smile. "Perhaps you'd like to adjust yourself before joining us for dinner."

She shot him one last mocking glance and then walked away to help Bellatrix set the table. Harry looked down and gasped when he realized he had pitched a massive tent. Damn it. He wondered if Bellatrix had seen it...

Dinner consisted of freshly caught fish grilled over an open flame, sourced from the stream that ran through the town. It was absolutely delicious.

During dinner, Bellatrix and Daphne explained their history and way of life to him. Bellatrix owned Greenhouse Cafe, and Daphne had been working there for years. When Daphne's parents passed away, she decided to sell her house and move in with Bellatrix. The older woman became her mentor. It was very kind of Bellatrix to take care of Daphne in this way.

Another thing became clear during dinner: the way Daphne was dressed was not in line with modern English fashion. Bellatrix cleared her throat and shook her head when she saw what the girl was wearing.

"This is unacceptable, young lady."

"It doesn't matter. This is what girls wear nowadays," Daphne said. "Ask Harry."

"Harry, is it true? Is this how women dress in France?"

Daphne and Bellatrix both turned to him. Daphne nodded angrily. "Um, not really," he replied. "Ah!"

Daphne kicked his shin under the table. "What happened, darling?" Bellatrix asked.

"Nothing, I bit my tongue," he said, shooting an irritated look at Daphne. What a brat!

"You have to be careful. I'm glad you're staying here, and I can take care of you."

"Yes, I appreciate it," Harry said.

"So what are we doing tonight?" Daphne asked. "Nothing. Harry needs to rest."

Daphne pouted. "Oh, come on. He's fine. Look at him. He's full of energy."

"Hermione says he needs to relax."

"So we'll go to the bathhouse."

"Hmm. Not a bad idea," Bellatrix said. "What do you think, Harry? Are you up for it?"

A bath with these two ladies? Suddenly, Harry felt very lightheaded. "Yes, that sounds like fun."

Daphne smiled at him, and he felt a nervous flutter in his stomach. What was this devilish girl planning?

Harry woke up the next morning feeling completely rested in an unfamiliar room. For a brief moment, he forgot where he was, but then memories from the previous day flooded back.

He had traveled halfway across the world and was living with two of the most beautiful women in the world. Yesterday had felt like a dream. A sexy Australian healer and a sensual Englishwoman jerking him off? No, it had to be a heatstroke. Things like that didn't just happen.

He put on jeans and a T-shirt and made his way to the kitchen.

"Good morning," Bellatrix said.

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he saw her. Bellatrix was wearing just panties and an oversized T-shirt, and her long, shapely legs seemed to go on forever, leading to a perfectly plump rear end. He couldn't help but stare as Bellatrix turned around to grab something from the cabinet, giving him an even better view of her ample behind.

"Good morning," Harry stammered.

Bellatrix turned to him, noticed his shocked expression, and glanced down. Her cheeks turned bright red.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, Harry?" she asked. "Daphne and I are used to wearing only lingerie at home during the summer."

"No, it's completely fine," Harry said, biting the inside of his cheek. "We've already bathed together, right? It's normal."

Bellatrix nodded. "Of course. Yes, you're right."

She turned back to the kitchen, but her cheeks were still flushed. Harry sat at the dining table, trying not to focus on the sizable Englishwoman derriere right in front of him.

At that moment, Daphne entered the living room. She was wearing pink panties and an oversized T-shirt that bunched up as she yawned.

She noticed Harry's guilty expression and giggled. "Good morning, Frenchy."

"Daphne, our guest has a name. Use it," Bellatrix said, scolding her.

"Right, right. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby," Harry replied, trying to avoid Daphne's curious gaze.

Okay, maybe last night wasn't a fever dream. Maybe all of this was really happening. Holy crap.

Bellatrix served them coffee and breakfast, and Harry was relieved for the distraction. It was a traditional Englishwoman breakfast: rice, miso soup, grilled salmon. It wasn't something he would ever prepare for himself at this time of day, but it was nice to have breakfast together. Almost like they were a happy family.

Even if this family consisted of two scantily clad Englishwoman women, their stiff nipples poking through thin cotton shirts.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you, Harry?" Daphne asked.

"I don't."

"Why not?"

Under the table, Harry felt her foot pressing against him.

"I don't know," he replied.

"Come on, there must be more to it than that."

"Daphne, stop grilling our guest," Bellatrix said. "Besides, you need to get ready for the café's opening."

Daphne shot her an annoyed look. "You're right," she said. "Work, work, work." The young girl got up and walked back to her room, showing off her pink panties with every step.

"I'm sorry about Daphne," Bellatrix said. "She can be a handful."

"It's okay," Harry replied.

"This town is too small for her. She'll be glad you're here, though maybe the way she shows it will be... unusual."

Harry shrugged. Unusual was an understatement.

"I really won't be a burden," he said. "I feel great, to be honest. I want to check out the tavern and start working there, not be a burden to you."

Bellatrix reached out to grab his hand. "Harry, you'll never be a burden, darling. Come here."

She got up and hugged him tightly. Since he was still seated and she was only wearing a shirt, his face was pressed into her large, soft breasts. Bellatrix seemed unfazed by it.

"Return the hug, honey. Don't be shy."

Harry slowly wrapped his arms around Bellatrix, and his hands ended up on the cheeks of her behind.

Bellatrix held him like that for a long while, her soft hands gently stroking his back.

"You're so hardworking, just like your grandfather," she thought. "He'd be proud of you."

"Thank you," Harry said, breathing in her scent. He could get used to having this voluptuous woman in his arms. "Can we check out the tavern today?"

"Can't stop you, can I?" She giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "Alright. But no work!" Bellatrix went to get dressed, and Harry quickly adjusted his excitement and finished his coffee. She led him down a winding road toward the tavern, humming a catchy tune.

When it came into view, Harry's heart sank. It was such a mess.

"Where do we even start?" he asked as they sat in the car. The wood outside had weathered away, paint was peeling, and the garden had become an overgrown wilderness.

"It's simple. We tackle one task at a time until we're done," Bellatrix replied.

Harry opened the creaky front doors, which groaned as he entered. The musty smell of neglect hit him immediately. The floorboards were faded, and everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.

His grandfather didn't leave him a tavern; he left him a ruin.

"This is madness," Harry muttered, his shoulders slumping. "Fixing this will take months of work, not to mention thousands of dollars."

Bellatrix hugged him from behind, and he allowed himself to lean against her soft body.

"Don't lose hope, Harry. We'll restore the tavern together, alright? Let me show you around first. We can make a list and tackle things one by one."

"But Bellatrix, I can't afford this. Faced with the reality of this place, I realize how foolish I was. I could barely afford the down payment here. There's no way I can rebuild this place."

"What do you mean, Harry? Your grandfather left you plenty of money."

"Wait, he left?"

Harry turned to look at Bellatrix. The Englishwoman chuckled and shook her head. "Yes, he did, silly. Look." She reached into her bag and pulled out a thick file of documents. "It's all here."

"It's very kind, but it's all in English."

"Oh, of course!" Bellatrix giggled. "Let me show you. See this number here?"

"The big one? With a billion zeros?"

"Yes, that's your grandfather's account."

Harry tried to count, but there were so many zeros that it made his head spin. "How much is that?"

"Almost three million Galleons."

"And in euros?"

Bellatrix looked up at the ceiling, pondering. "I think about 20 million euros. Roughly."

Harry's jaw dropped. "Wait, what? My grandfather left me twenty million?! How is it possible that I'm just hearing about this now?"

"Of course, he did!" Bellatrix said cheerfully. "There's just one condition."

Harry swallowed hard. "What's that?"

"Of course, the reopening of the tavern and proving yourself as an esteemed member of Hogsmeade. If you live here for five years, the money will be at your disposal."

He nodded. "Alright. Who manages this fund in the meantime?"

"The money is securely held at Gringotts bank. There are three trustees who must sign off on any changes, handpicked by your grandfather. It's me, the mayor of our town, Mrs. Malfoy, and Mrs. Weasley. She owns one of the farms you passed on the way into town."

"Okay. Wow. That's a lot to take in. For a moment there, I thought I was in big trouble."

Twenty million euros? That's more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life! He had no idea his grandfather had that kind of cash. The old man never ceased to surprise him.

"Don't worry, Harry. Let me show you around and we can start making plans, alright?"

The inn had four guest rooms, a modest kitchen, and a large open common room with a big fireplace and a polished bar.

The inn's biggest feature was its private hot spring in a secluded backyard. It offered a beautiful view of the hills below – that is, if the place wasn't overgrown with weeds. "There's no furniture," he noted. "Any idea where it went?"

"Your grandfather donated the furniture to the residents of Hogsmeade when he closed this place," Bellatrix replied. "Many people lost their homes during the last Pure-blood extremist attack. He helped them as best he could."

"That's really cool. My grandfather was a good man," Harry said.

Bellatrix smiled. "Yes, he was."

Harry made a list: Fix the roof. Tidy up the garden. Paint the facade. Buy new floorboards. Furnish the inn. Get cleaning supplies.

"See? One thing at a time," Bellatrix said. "Take it easy!"

He chuckled. "I wouldn't exactly call it easy, but there might be a light at the end of the tunnel. I can't wait to get started."

"Not today! You need to rest, remember? Healer's orders! Maybe we'll have lunch, and then we can go shopping. Sound good?"

"Sure," he agreed.

"Great. Let's go!"

Bellatrix linked her arm with his and led him back to the car. All the way back, she regaled him with stories of festivals, temples, and the town's history. Her excitement was contagious.

Lunch was a simple affair at a small restaurant serving typical English food. Bellatrix insisted on paying, despite his protests.