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April 2025 Exclusive Poll Winner - Interview at the Three Broomsticks - Harry/Madam Rosmerta
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 15:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: All characters are over the age of 18.
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A crumpled up job advert in the Daily Prophet sat before Harry, taunting him. The Three Broomsticks was alive with laughter and celebrations of the week’s end, but it did little to lift Harry’s mood. Three empty glasses of chilled butterbeer sat on the table in the booth he was in with his two best friends in the world.
“Cheer up, mate,” Ron said as he clapped Harry’s shoulder. “At least you’re getting interviews. Seamus isn’t having much luck from what I hear.”
That was probably because everyone knew that he was responsible for starting that fire in Diagon Alley a few months ago with some fireworks. It wasn’t the first celebration after the war’s end that’d gotten out of hand. Harry’s eighteenth birthday had practically been celebrated as a national holiday. It’d taken the Obliviators over a week to rid muggles of the memories of witches and wizards soaring through the air on broomsticks.
“You could always go work for the Ministry,” Hermione suggested helpfully. “I know you don’t want to go into the Auror Department like Ron is, but I’m sure that Kingsley would find you a place you’d be happy in.”
“I don’t want a job given to me because of who I am,” Harry sighed. He gestured towards the newspaper before them. “Look at what happened today. All I wanted was a simple construction job. My charms work is fantastic, and I have plenty of stamina to spend, but they wanted to hire me on the spot just because of my name. It’s the same with all of these professional Quidditch teams hounding me to join their squad. Most of them haven’t even seen me play before, but they’re willing to offer me a starting line-up spot just to help boost their ticket sales.”
Ron shrugged. “There’s worse things to be given to you on a silver platter. I say pick a job you like, get hired for your name, and then prove that you actually belong. I bet it won’t take long before they recognise just how talented you are.”
“But until I do, most of them are just going to use me as a showpiece,” Harry replied in frustration. “Maybe they won’t be so overt as to put out some grand public statement that The Harry Potter is working for them, but a lot of them seem like they want to get the word out so that their business will pick up steam.”
“You could always try to do something anonymously,” Hermione suggested. “You could open up a business right out of your home. Maybe hand-crafting something and then selling it directly to customers or to a shop somewhere in Diagon Alley.”
That certainly was an enticing thought, though not without its flaws.
“I don’t want to just hide away all day though,” Harry grimaced. “I like interacting with people. I just wish that people saw me for me and not for my name. If there was a job like that…”
At that moment, Madam - arrived at their table to clear away their empty mugs and replaced them with fresh ones. “If you’re looking for work, I might have an opportunity for you,” she said. “Stick around after closing time and we can have a little chat if you’re interested.”
“Of course he’s interested,” Hermione said quickly, jumping on the opportunity for her best friend. “He’ll be here.”
“Good,” Rosmerta winked at Harry. “Looking forward to it.”
The moment the proprietress was gone, Harry rounded on Hermione. “Why’d you do that?”
Hermione looked nonplussed at his attitude. “Weren’t you the one just complaining about wanting something where you interact with people? Rosmerta’s obviously interested in maybe hiring you to work here with her.”
“Yeah, but it’s at the Three Broomsticks,” Harry said, awkwardly gesturing to the room around him.
“What’s wrong with that?” Hermione asked, raising a critical eyebrow.
Harry looked to Ron for support, but the man merely shrugged.
“Neville’s girlfriend, Hannah, is working at the Leaky Cauldron,” Ron reminded him. “And she seems to enjoy herself there.”
“Yeah, but… doesn’t it feel like a waste of my magical skills to be here?” Harry asked. “I mean, won’t I just be using household charms most of the time?”
“If you really wanted to use your best magical skills, you’d be an Auror,” Hermione pointed out. “You can think of working here as a new creative challenge. Besides, if Rosmerta does hire you, it’s not like you have to work here forever.”
“Exactly,” Ron nodded in agreement. “Maybe working here will help everyone see that you’re just a normal bloke. It might make finding your next job that much easier.”
There was some merit to that, Harry had to admit. But he’d never imagined himself working at a pub or an inn ever in his life. He wasn’t sure if there’d be enough of a creative outlet here for him to find.
“Just give it a chance,” Hermione insisted. “You’ve had over thirty interviews and nothing has materialised yet. Maybe you just need to look in an unexpected place for something special to pop up.”
“You’re right,” Harry sighed. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, but it was better than nothing. He’d rather go through with another interview than just mope around his flat all night.
The evening passed along quickly. Butterbeer didn’t have anywhere near enough alcohol to make a man tipsy, even if he’d drank an entire keg of it, but Harry switched to soda halfway through the night all the same. Ron and Hermione stayed by his side in solidarity until the last few patrons started shuffling out for the night. Then, they said their goodbyes and left him alone in the pub with Rosmerta.
With a flick of her wand, curtains drew themselves over every window in the pub, obscuring the faint bits of light coming in from other shop windows.
“Come sit with me, Harry,” Rosmerta invited him over from behind the bar.
Harry did as she asked, torn between resignation and wistful hope that this would turn into something worthwhile. He sat down on a barstool and looked at Rosmerta expectantly.
Despite having just worked a full shift, Rosmerta looked no worse for wear. A very thin sheen of sweat coated her pretty face, but her flowing golden locks were still perfectly in place. Her body also wasn’t sagging with any exhaustion that he’d expect to see. Everyone knew that Rosmerta was fit, but this showed a level of stamina that he hadn’t expected.
“I overheard a bit of your conversation with your friends before,” Rosmerta told him. “About not being able to find a job where you won’t just be paraded around to drum up business.”
“That’s right,” Harry nodded.
“Well, I’ve been thinking for a while now that I’d like someone to help me run this place,” she said, gesturing to the pub around her. “It’s rare for me to get any time off or breaks, and there’s a vacation to Brazil that I’ve been dreaming about for years now. I want someone who I can entrust this place to whenever I’m away.”
“And you think that could be me?” Harry asked in surprise. He’d been expecting something simpler than running the entire place himself, not that he was opposed to the idea.
“I am,” Rosmerta smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about your management of your study group with your friends over the years—Dumbledore’s Army, was it?—and all of your professors have only had glowing things to say about you.”
“Even Snape?” Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Well, the ones who come in here anyways,” Rosmerta chuckled. “They all compliment you on your magical prowess and adaptability to whatever gets thrown in front of you. There was more than one argument about what type of work you’d end up doing, and it was interesting to hear how varied their answers were.”
“I never thought that they’d debate stuff like that,” Harry replied.
“They’re people too, Harry. Even adults love to gossip and come up with wild theories,” Rosmerta said.
“And did they ever think I’d end up working at a pub or an inn like this?” Harry asked, genuinely curious.
“Actually, Hagrid thought that you’d be wonderful at it,” Rosmerta told him. “He insisted that you’d be able to keep just enough of a chaotic atmosphere without letting it get out of hand. I also think that he was hoping you’d have an enclosure behind your inn so that he could bring some of his creatures over whenever he visited.”
Harry let out a laugh at that. “That does sound like Hagrid.”
“Unfortunately, there’s not enough space around the Three Broomsticks for anything like that, but I hope that won’t dissuade you from considering the job,” Rosmerta said.
“It won’t,” Harry assured her. “So, is there a proper interview process or anything like that?”
“We’re already doing it,” Rosmerta pointed out. “Being able to talk and banter with your guests is a large part of running a pub. I assume that even if you aren’t familiar with basic household charms that you could learn them quite quickly.”
“I’d expect so,” Harry replied. “I’ve always been a quick study.”
“Excellent!” Rosmerta clapped her hands together. “Then there’s just one last element that I need to consider.”
“Which is?” Harry prompted her when she didn’t immediately follow up with anything.
Rosmerta leaned in close over the bar towards him with a wicked grin on her lips. “There’s an old tradition with the Three Broomsticks. Back when it opened in 1452, it operated as a secret brothel. That only lasted for a couple of decades, but a tradition began that anyone who runs the pub has to have plenty of sex appeal. It’s a part of the charm of this establishment you see. And when push comes to shove, they have to be able to back up their looks through action.”
Harry blinked twice before his mouth opened, but no words came out right away. Was she being serious about this?
Rosmerta laughed again. “I had the same reaction when I had my interview here nearly thirty years ago. The former owner was a man named Roger. He was hung like a horse and knew how to use it. His tongue was something special too. I think he took pity on me during the interview because he liked fucking me so much. I kept cumming on his cock and I swear that I blacked out for a minute, but I managed to hold on long enough for him to cum in me. I’ve never been so worn out in my life, but at least I got the job.”
“So, I have to shag you and make you cum?” Harry asked, still lost in a haze. This felt so surreal that he couldn’t believe it was happening. Almost every bloke at Hogwarts had fancied Rosmerta, but no one ever really believed that they’d get a shot with her.
“Not quite,” Rosmerta smiled. “The task is different for each person that gets hired. For you, I need you to make me cum twice before you’re allowed to cum. If you can do that, then you’ll have proved to me that you’ve got the stamina and patience necessary to run a place like this.”
“And what if I fail?” Harry asked.
“Then you go home with a fond memory and seek employment elsewhere,” Rosmerta told him. “Do be warned though, if I hear you talking about what we got up to, you won’t like the consequences.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Harry said quickly.
“Good,” Rosmerta nodded approvingly. “So, do you think that you’re up for the challenge?”
If it had been six months ago, Harry knew that he wouldn’t have been. His limited past experience with women had left him quite unaccustomed to sex, and it wasn’t until he started sleeping around with a few women after the war that he got the experience he needed to be a competent lover. And stamina wasn’t anything he needed to worry about either. Although… he’d never been with anyone quite like Rosmerta.
“I am,” Harry told her confidently.
“Good,” Rosmerta said. “Then let’s get started. First, I’m going to show you the baseline expectation of any worker here at the Three Broomsticks.”
Although he shouldn’t have been, Harry was surprised when Rosmerta rounded the bar and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her pretty green eyes stared up at him eagerly.
“Go on and get your cock out,” she said bluntly.
Harry scrambled to his feet, pushing the barstool away and reaching for his zipper. He pulled it down and reached in to pull out his cock.
“My my, that’s a large one,” Rosmerta grinned as she licked her lips.
The thought of fucking Rosmerta had already gotten Harry excited, but having her in front of him like this now brought his cock out to its full size. She didn’t hesitate to press her face up against his shaft, showing how it stretched from her chin to past her hairline.
“You can do anything you want to me, Harry,” Rosmerta told him, her tongue dancing out to lick his shaft. “Anyone who works at the Three Broomsticks has to be able to be able to handle anything that comes their way. Fuck my throat like it’s my pussy if you want. Grab my head and hold me down until I’m choking around your cock. Do anything you want, and you’ll see just how high the standard is.”
“Are you serious?” Harry asked in astonishment.
“Of course,” Rosmerta confirmed. “I’d never lie about anything like this. Now go ahead and—”
Rosmerta gagged around Harry’s thick cock as he rammed it straight down her throat. Her tight, warm hole made him groan in amazement. Whenever he had sex before, he always had to be a bit careful due to his size, but Rosmerta had told him to go for it and so he did. He grabbed onto her head firmly and started thrusting his hips back and forth.
Despite the initial burst of surprise, Rosmerta proved that she could handle Harry fucking her face. She slurped and moaned around his cock as he ravished her throat again and again, not letting a single excess drop of saliva slip out past her lips. She took every inch of his cock into her like it was nothing and kept sucking on him hard enough to make Harry’s toes curl in delight. Her hollowed out cheeks looked so fucking hot when he balls deep inside of her throat.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Harry moaned. “I can’t believe that you can take it like this.”
Harry knew from prior feedback that he was good at eating pussy, but he didn’t know if he was this talented. Rosmerta just kept taking his cock, even as he sped up his pace and fucked her mouth faster than he would anyone else.
Maybe this task wasn’t going to be so easy.
Still, he tried to show her what he was working with. A simple throat fuck wasn’t going to be enough to make him cum, even if it did feel heavenly. He maintained his composure and kept his thrusts measured at a perfect pace, highlighting his stamina and talent.
Finally, Harry forced Rosmerta’s lips all the way down to the base of his shaft, and he stopped moving. He held her face there for seconds, then for over a minute. Only when did he hear her first gag around his cock again did he pull back.
“That was bloody incredible,” Harry said in amazement.
Rosmerta sucked in several deep breaths in a row. Her ample breasts heaved inside of her robes. “That’s the baseline you have to beat. I’ll expect you to be able to go down on me just as intensely if you get the job.”
“I can go down on you now if you want,” Harry suggested eagerly.
“As much as I’d love that, I need to feel your cock inside of me,” she replied as she stood up and walked backwards until her legs hit the edge of a table. She hoisted herself up onto it and parted her robes down the centre, revealing her long, creamy legs. “I haven’t had anything near as large as you in quite some time.”
Harry positioned himself right in between her thighs and grinned down at her. “Hopefully I’ll bring back some good memories then.”
His hands danced along her legs until he got closer to her core. Before his fingers found the expected fabric of her panties, he reached the soft, supple, wet flesh of her pussy. He looked down in surprise, seeing her bare slit exposed to him.
Rosmerta laughed at his reaction. “I slipped out of my panties just before closing. Figured it’d make things easier.”
“It certainly will,” Harry chuckled in agreement.
His cock throbbed as he lined himself up with her waiting pussy. It’d been nearly a week since he’d last had sex, and his body was craving the sensation of being inside of a pussy again.
Harry pushed forward with barely any resistance. Rosmerta’s pussy was incredibly wet and luscious around his shaft, and for the first time, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to last throughout the test. Her walls were clinging to him in a way that he felt like he could lose himself entirely if he lost focus for even a moment. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward until he had stuffed Rosmerta’s pussy to the absolute brim.
“That’s it,” Rosmerta moaned, reaching down to press on her skin above where Harry’s cock was inside of her. “That’s the feeling I’ve missed. Now, don’t hold anything back. I’ve been on edge for hours waiting for this interview, and I feel like I’m going to burst if I have to wait any longer.”
“You’ll burst regardless when you cum all over my cock,” Harry told her before he started to move inside of her.
Harry’s hips worked back into a smooth rhythm as he began to fuck Rosmerta’s pussy. Her slick walls squeezed him lovingly each time he pushed back inside of her, but never so tightly that he couldn’t pull himself back. He quickly grabbed onto Rosmerta’s hips, holding her in place on the edge of the table as he fucked her.
Rosmerta’s legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. She laughed giddily as the table rocked beneath her. “Oh, fuck,” Rosmerta giggled. “Yeah, that’s it. Give me everything you fucking have.”
Suddenly, Rosmerta gave Harry a needy kiss, moaning into his mouth as he returned it. Her lips felt so soft against his. The kiss wasn’t perfect, as Harry was more focused on fucking her. Their lips and teeth occasionally mashed against each other awkwardly, but that only enhanced the moment.
When they finally parted, Harry saw that Rosmerta had pulled the top half of her robes down to reveal her glorious, bouncing breasts. They were unbelievably perky and capped with soft, brown nipples that jiggled as Harry thrust into her.
Rosmerta grinned up at him. “You have to be ready for any trick when it comes to sex. Don’t cum too quickly now.”
“From the way your pussy is fluttering around me, I think that you’re the one who has to worry about not finishing too quickly,” Harry countered.
“I’m not the one being interviewed here,” Rosmerta moaned as Harry’s cock hit the deepest point inside of her pussy. “I can let loose and have fun. If I was seriously trying to hold off on cumming, then you wouldn’t have a chance at being hired.”
Maybe that was true, maybe it wasn’t. Either way, it didn’t matter to Harry. He was here to show what he could do, and if Rosmerta wanted to make it that much easier for him, then so be it.
Harry yanked Rosmerta into him on his next thrust, making her squeal in delight. It was exactly the type of unexpected trick that he knew drove women wild. Not only did it make the feeling of being filled up so much more intense, the feeling of being manhandled like that was something that excited every witch in the bedroom.
Rosmerta’s pussy was pulsing around Harry’s cock faster now. It felt like her walls were trying to egg him into cumming too, but Harry knew that he could last longer. He just had to hold on long enough until—
“Fuck!” Rosmerta screamed as she came around his cock. Her body convulsed on the table wildly, and her pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that it felt like she was going to break him. But Harry didn’t pull back. He stayed perfectly in place and watched Rosmerta come undone beneath him.
When she finally came down from her high, Rosmerta let out a throaty chuckle.
“That was magnificent,” she said sincerely.
“We’re not done yet,” Harry reminded her.
Using a surprising show of strength, Harry lifted Rosmerta up off of the table and carried her back behind her bar. Out of his many fantasies about her, bending her over behind her bar and fucking her was his favourite one. She clearly understood what he was doing because as soon as he set her back down on her feet, she twisted around in his arms and leaned forward. She pulled out her wand and cast a cleaning and lubrication spell that Harry had learnt about in a book about sex magic earlier this year before stowing her wand away back within her dishevelled robes.
With her bent over the bar, straining on her tippy toes, Rosmerta’s winking arsehole was perfectly positioned for Harry’s cock. He leaned into her, letting his thick shaft nestle in between her cheeks.
“If I make you cum first, then you’ll hire me, right?” Harry clarified, whispering huskily into her ear.
“That’s right,” Rosmerta replied, wiggling her arse back against him. “But don’t get too cocky yet. You’re only the second man I’ve ever considered hiring, and the last came within seconds of being in my arse.-
He’d better not screw it up then.
Harry pulled his hips back and lined up the tip of his cock against her tight hole. He pushed forward hard past the tight ring of muscle that guarded her entrance and slammed balls deep inside of her. The lube she’d applied before made him slide in smoothly.
Harry hissed as Rosmerta’s arse tightened up around his cock. She felt like a steamy oven around him. He understood immediately that holding on was going to be a difficult task.
“Fuck me as hard as you want,” Rosmerta reminded him. “I love it when a man really takes control and tries to dominate me. It’s cute watching them fail.”
She just knew how to stroke that competitive ego of his. He wasn’t going to let himself lose now that he’d come so far, especially not to any of Rosmerta’s past lovers. This was finally a job where he’d have to give his all in the interview process to make it through, and Harry wasn’t going to disappoint himself with a poor display.
Harry pulled all the way back before slamming forward so roughly that Rosmerta let out a yelp of surprise. Her two beautiful round arsecheeks jiggled perfectly as he filled her up with every inch of his cock. Had she not been gripping the far edge of the counter, Harry’s thrust may have sent her toppling over it entirely.
This was no time for Harry to hold back; he knew that he had to pull out all of the stops. So, trusting that Rosmerta was holding on strong enough, he reached down below her waist and snaked his fingers between her thigh to find her clit. As he continued to fuck her arse, he let his fingers tease that sensitive little nub to really get her worked up.
“That’s… cheating…” Rosmerta whined in between thrusts.
“You didn’t say anything about rules before,” Harry chuckled as he kept up his ministrations. “Besides, you were the one who said that I had to be ready for any tricks when it comes to sex. If you can’t handle this, then maybe you’re not worthy of being my boss.”
Despite the lewd look on her face, Rosmerta still managed to give a fairly intimidating glare over her shoulder at Harry. “If that’s how you want to handle it, then—”
Harry gasped as Rosmerta’s arse tightened up so much around his cock that he literally had to freeze in place. It took everything in his willpower not to fill her arse with his seed at that moment, but he managed to hold on just long enough for Rosmerta to relax so that he could start moving again.
There was no way that he’d be able to last through more than a few of those, even knowing that they could be coming. His cock was already twitching like mad inside of her arse, desperate to finally climax and let loose entirely. The only thing he could do was to work on making Rosmerta cum sooner than him, and given how rough she wanted it, Harry saw no other path forward than to give her exactly that.
The speed of his thrusts didn’t necessarily increase, but the power of them certainly did. He maximised his body’s torque as he rammed into her arse again and again, making both of them moan in pleasure.
Even though he was trying to last as long as he could, Harry couldn’t help but stare down at Rosmerta’s jiggly arse as he fucked her. He doubted that this would be the only time they shagged, and he couldn’t begin to imagine how wonderful it would be to open and close the pub every day with a lovely bit of sex with a woman as fit as Rosmerta. She was going to become an obsession of his.
That thought plagued his mind as he kept ploughing into her arse, and it sparked the beginning of his downfall. His cock was throbbing more and more inside of Rosmerta, signalling how close he was.
“No!” Rosmerta cried out suddenly. “Focus, Harry! Don’t lose now! Not when I’m so fucking close!”
Her words couldn’t bring about any additional resolve in Harry. He knew that his time was short, and all he could do was keep up with what he was doing. His cock wouldn’t allow him to slow down one whit, and his fingers just kept teasing Rosmerta’s clit in the hopes that it would help to send her over the edge before he did.
Just when he felt like all was lost, Rosmerta’s arse tightened up around his cock again. He nearly came right then and there, but she suddenly relaxed around his shaft before tightening up again.
The pulsing waves of tightness and relaxation made Harry’s heart scream with joy. She was cumming!
“Harry!” Rosmerta screamed his name at the top of her lungs as she came on his cock, and he finally let himself be free. He exploded inside of her arse, filling her up with his seed as he groaned in sheer delight.
The world fell away from the two of them as they lost themselves in their mutual pleasure. Harry kept bucking his hips against Rosmerta’s arse as she drained every last drop out from his shaft and into her needy hole. Only once both of them were done did their minds return to their bodies.
“You’re hired,” Rosmerta said breathlessly, beaming at Harry over her shoulder. “Welcome to the Three Broomsticks.”
