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Harry woke up before dawn. For a while he still lay motionless, realizing where he was. His head was still humming with last night's alcohol. The taste in his mouth resembled an ashtray mixed with old gum.
"Ech... damn," he muttered, "I think I overdid it."
He rolled out of bed and reached for a bottle of mineral water. The cool liquid pleasantly moistened his dry esophagus. He looked in the mirror and squirmed with distaste. Red eyes, chapped lips, hair sticking up in all directions. And that wrinkled plaid shirt, clarifying that he had probably forgotten to take off his clothes just that little...
"Phew... what a shit..." - he thought - "if Daphne saw me like that..."
He gathered himself and sneaked as quietly as he could to the bathroom.
Standing in the shower, he reflected on last night's party and his subsequent failure. Saturday's beer outing with his classmates promised to be great. The six of them popped out to a familiar pub. Then three more mates showed up, including, to Harry's misfortune, Daphne. From the first days of classes, she was the object of his interest. Her long blond hair, reaching past her shoulders, shapely, slim figure, alluringly rounded hips and medium-sized breasts, perfect for her, caused Harry to follow her with his eyes. So far, however, he had not dared to approach the girl, not really sure what he could talk about. About the Hogwart, classes, it was so boring... And about more private matters... He didn't really know how to start.
Yesterday was going to be different. At least, that's what he imagined. Being already after two beers, he dared to sit down with Daphne. He no longer quite remembered what he had actually started with... he told her she was beautiful, started telling her about love, literature, his interests... Daphne laughed. And then Blaise came in, also a year buddy. Daphne lost interest in Harry. And then, when he went to order himself another beer, he saw them kissing... And then... When he drank another beer... he saw them go out together... And then... drank another beer... improved it with a vodka... and ordered another... i...
"Dog trumped her, stupid bitch." he thought, brushing his teeth.
Yes, Harry had a problem. A big problem...
The Dursleys is where he grew up. He didn't actually remember his father. This situation, which lasted for the next seventeen years, caused Harry to stand apart from most of his peers. A top student at school, he was serious, responsible, cultured and well-read, while, partly because of his innate character and because of his home environment, he was withdrawn and timid and definitely, for a man, sensitive. These qualities made life difficult for him.
With colleagues, friends or acquaintances, he got along without a problem. After his first fights in Hogwart, when he flunked every time, he realized that in order not to be a perpetual loser; he had to put on a mask, to make himself more like those around him. He learned to take a beating. He could spit decently. He had no resistance to, for example, truancy, smoking cigarettes in the school restroom or drinking wine with his buddies at the lake in the evenings. Mimicry made him well-liked by the boys, while, with excellent grades, he was permanently undegraded in behavior. Only in complete privacy, in the privacy of his home, did he become himself?
The problem was relationships with women. Here there was no mask. With those older than himself, he got along splendidly. But towards female peers, he felt completely naked. He couldn't pick up girls like his colleagues. He was hopeless at flirting, "picking up". In addition, he was damn shy. Thus, all attempts ended like yesterday's...
Seventeen-year-old Harry was a complete virgin. Well, almost a virgin, he once kissed a girl. This situation made him uncomfortable and even a little frightened. His friends "dated ladies," changed them or they changed them, told stories by the lake about their bed conquests, and Harry was only an observer and listener. Physically, he was a completely well-developed young man. Hormones were buzzing in him. He would also like to do as they did, but what of it, when he couldn't? So he would onanize in the evenings, relieving tension and imagining himself doing IT with a colleague, a teacher or one of his favorite models in a magic porn magazin.
And that was exactly his problem...
He finished washing up and returned to his room. The hot bath had spared him a bit. Nymphadora was probably still asleep. The door from her room was closed. When he came back yesterday, he couldn't remember if she was there. He remembered little. He would have preferred her not to be there. Only she would have had a laugh.
Getting dressed, he looked out the window. It was dawning. The day promised to be gloomy, just like his mood today. A fine rain stuttered from the slant, swaying the branches of the trees, completely almost devoid of leaves. Chilly, unpleasant, by-and-by. The end of August. The lights of the cars reflected in the wet windshield. With the howling of a siren, an ambulance passed by.
He arrived in London two months ago, in late June, just before his seventeen birthday. The Dursleys did not want to see him after the last dangers, so they found him a new home. His cousin, freed from the spells and the wedding contract, was cleared of all charges and wanted to take care of him.
Nymphadora was Harry's cousin. Actually, cousin is too much to say. Older than the young man by six years, she had already graduated from Hogwart and she was Auror. She was doing well, had her own two-room apartment, and lived alone. In this situation, Harry, a Hogwart student, was given a pleasantly furnished room at her disposal. At the thought of Tonks, Harry smiled. This woman had a powerful effect on him. Tall, slender, with black hair falling to her waist, alluring large breasts and a beautifully rounded ass that moved incredibly gracefully when she walked, she became the silent object of the boy's sexual dreams. In the evenings, in his room, he masturbated often, dreaming about Nymphadora, about undressing her, fondling her breasts, her pussy, about entering in her, just as he had seen in erotic magazines. He reached orgasm easily then.
In reality, however, he never behaved inappropriately. His shyness prevented him from doing so, as well as the knowledge that she was his, distant because distant, but a cousin.
It was approaching eight o'clock. The door to Tonks's room was still closed. Apparently, she was still asleep. Harry walked to the kitchen, put on water, and made breakfast. For the next three days, he was to be left alone. Tonks was leaving for a business conference at the seaside around ten o'clock. She was scheduled to return on Wednesday.
"She's cool," - he thought - "I'd like to go too."
Having prepared breakfast, he knocked on the woman's room. Silence, no answer. He knocked again and then pressed the door handle.
"Tonks" he said in a half-voice "Nymphadora, breakfast on the table, get up.
He looked into the room. Story in the windows was drawn, so he could only see the outline of her silhouette on the bed. She was sleeping so sweetly. After all, she was supposed to leave, so he would have been happy to let her laze around. He had to wake her up.
Harry entered the room.
"Nymphadora, it's already after eight o'clock. You'll miss the portkey."
He walked over to the bed and was stunned. The girl was sleeping on her back, with her right hand tucked under her head. The nightgown slid up, completely exposing the whiteness of her right breast, with a lovely nipple surrounded by a large red border. The black lace panties slid down a bit and the pubic hair was clearly visible. At this sight, Harry's penis flexed immediately, spreading the pant leg. It was the first time he saw a woman's breast in person, and it was such an amazing experience that he felt like ejaculating from the spot. He stood and looked at her gorgeous, full breast, beautifully rounded belly, going lower, where the hair started, into...
No. Harry didn't even want to imagine it. He felt he was about to fail. On the one hand, he felt like reaching out and touching her breasts, the wonderfully smooth skin. He was already imagining her touch... felt ashamed, felt like running away...
He was already about to retreat from the room when Nymphadora moved and opened her eyes.
"Mmmm... hmmm..." she purred delightfully and smiled at the boy "Good morning Harry..."
She rose and sat up, lowering her shirt in a quick motion.
"What time is it?" She looked at the watch lying by the bed "Oh God! Terribly late!"
"Yyyy... Breakfast is ready. Just need to pour coffee..." howled Harry.
It's impossible that she didn't notice him blushing.
"Dear you are. Thanks. I don't know how I would have managed without you." She rose from the bed and kissed the boy on the cheek.
He felt the touch of her lips, so wonderfully gentle, warm... He couldn't stand it any longer...
"This... I... I'll make that coffee!..." he turned around and quickly, so that she wouldn't notice how excited he was, went out to the kitchen.
"Don't be in such a hurry!" She called out after him. Wait another fifteen minutes. I have to get myself cleaned up and take a shower.
Tonks looked behind Harry with amusement. Of course, she noticed the blushes on his face and the bulge in his pants. He was so awkwardly trying to hide his excitement from her. She knew he had noticed her breast, which had been exposed inadvertently while she slept.
"Dear boy" she thought "so smart, and yet so inexperienced." She stood in front of the mirror and took off her shirt. Her freed, full breasts swayed freely. She touched them. She was amazed to find that the thought of Harry, six years younger than her, liking her body also made her excited. At his age, she knew it was natural. He was a fully grown man.
"I guess it's time for him to find a girlfriend." she thought.
Harry leaned against the wall in the kitchen, panting. With his hand, he fondled his straining penis through his pants. He imagined he touched Nymphadora's breasts. She didn't defend herself. He took off her panties, kissed her...
"I can't stand it" he thought, feeling that in a moment he would ejaculate.
Cautiously, so that she wouldn't notice, he peeked through the ajar bedroom door and for the second time today he was stunned. Nymphadora was standing in front of the mirror shirtless, touching her breasts. He could clearly see her full breasts in all their glory, the ruddy nipples and those wonderfully large rims around them. The girl, unaware that she was being watched, touched a nipple, massaged it gently, and sighed. This was already too much for Harry. He felt the familiar pulsing of the penis, the familiar gentle itching, and then... hot wetness spilling down his pants. The boy come off himself. He ejaculated into his underwear.
As embarrassed as he felt now, he probably never felt in his life. His cheeks were on fire. Quickly, as quietly as he could, he ran to his room. He had to change his clothes, cover his tracks... He had some time before Nymphadora would wash up...
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