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"Harry, are you out of firewood?" someone called from outside.
Harry was testing the water when Fleur knocked on the bathroom door. He quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, ready to order her to leave. But then he saw what she was wearing and was instantly speechless. "Rose wanted to make sure you still wanted to photograph us..." Fleur said with a flirtatious smile, turning to show off her outfit. "What do you think? It's our sexy bunny cosplay."
"That's...quite amazing," Harry breathed, tightening the towel around his waist as he felt himself getting aroused. "I'll be out after my shower. Does it work?" "Uh, yeah!" Fleur said, flashing Harry a wide grin, but she still didn't leave. Instead, she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot and stared at his waistline. "Can I help you with something?"
"No! I just..." She took a deep breath, then bounced up on her toes, doing amazing things to her youthful bosom. It took Harry a few seconds to notice, but the girl's eyes were fixed on his crotch, and her face was wearing an expression of unblinking concentration.
Luckily, Harry was too dazed by the show to get fully excited, and Fleur blinked at him. When she realized she'd been caught staring, the color spots on her face grew, spreading down her chest, and she turned and hurried away.
As Harry Potter stepped into the shower, he couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful blonde he'd just met. He replayed their short conversation in his head, wondering if he'd said something wrong. As he was lost in thought, Fleur abruptly interrupted his musings, shaking her head and apologizing for nothing in particular.
"What for?" Harry asked, but Fleur had already hurriedly left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He should be enjoying his shower and having a good jerking session, but the thought of Fleur's last look made his stomach sink.
As he washed himself, Harry couldn't help but imagine Rose and her friends making fun of him, just like the kids in middle school used to do. Despite the common belief that big dicks are desirable, Harry knew that in reality, they only deserved ridicule from peers and fear from women who dealt with them.
Not wanting to be a sideshow freak or a source of entertainment for his sister and her friends, Harry Potter almost broke his promise to show up. The sense of guilt was too crushing, but he was definitely too curious to see what the remaining two had on, especially Rose. The thought of his wonderful little sister in a similar or the same outfit made his blood start pumping, so he made sure nothing was visible through his tight boxers and sweatshirt.
The photoshoot turned out to be much less risky than Harry had imagined, to his relief and disappointment. He was relieved that occasional staring from his sister and her friends did not give them any information, but disappointed that he only had one brief view of all three in bunny costumes.
Apparently, among the Muggles to whom the girls directed their photos and videos strengthened by elixirs, there was a fashion for women who appeared at the beginning of the song in shabby, disgusting clothes, and then, when the beat dropped, hitting a high-hat or something like that, suddenly appeared in a sexy outfit.
The girls tried three versions of it, pushing Harry out of the room between takes as they changed clothes. Each time, he filmed them singing along to the song, and then returned to find them in sexy dresses and finish the lyrics. The last time they pushed him out of the room, Rose gave him a clear warning through the door.
"This time you have to be careful, okay! I would do it myself, but we need a panoramic shot... Promise me you won't perv on my friends, Harry, or you'll never help us again with this!"
"Okay, okay," Harry said, holding his hands up, even though she couldn't see him through the door. "I'll keep my eyes closed as much as possible, okay?"
"Don't do that, then we'll have to do it again if the shot is bad. Okay, give us two minutes."
At the end of the corridor, a creaking sound echoed, and Harry looked up to find his aunt walking down the stairs. She was pulling off her apron as she walked, and he could see a stain of spilled liquid on the front. However, as she did so, she caught her thick blonde hair and the strap of her bra.
Pausing to untangle it, she flashed him an apologetic smile that he barely noticed. The top of her dress had been pulled down, and as she moved, her heavy breasts swayed. The deep shadow line between the pressed body looked so enticing that he barely registered his sister's voice through the door and she had to call out again before he woke up.
Harry turned to open the bedroom door and found the camera on and ready to film, but the bright light they had set up made him blink before he pressed start. A few sharp breaths greeted him as he pressed play and tried not to focus too much on what he was filming.
One glance at the screen was enough to focus his attention on the scene in front of him. All three of them sat in a circle on the floor, reflecting their positions from the time when they wore ugly costumes. Only now, each of them was wearing bunny costumes that revealed varying degrees of nakedness for each of the girls.
Top Fleur was the smallest, but Daphne and his younger sister didn't cover much. The way they sat made it hard to see much of their chests, but their butts were turned towards the camera as all three stared at it with open mouths. Only after a quick walk around the room did Harry notice that the trio was not singing the song's lyrics.
"Shouldn't you be singing?" Harry asked, risking his sister's anger as he retreated towards the door, his eyes wandering from the screen to the real girls sitting in front of him.
"You got that?" Rose asked, throwing her arm over herself to cover up.
"Yes," Harry replied and guessed that he had lingered in the doorway for too long, staring at her and her friends, because she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Get out, pervert!"
Daphne chuckled into her hand as Harry lunged for the door and heard her burst into laughter as he stomped down the hallway.
"He couldn't be too bad because his head was filled with a wonderful material as he imagined three teenage girls on his lap, their tiny clothes dropping off as he took each one in turn. The sense of guilt only flashed through afterwards, but he soon fell asleep. He woke up from his nap to the sound of knocking and the howling wind outside.
"Harry, dinner's almost ready," his aunt called through the door.
"I'm up," said Harry, sitting up on the covers and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Come down in your swim trunks. We're all going to soak in the hot tub while dessert sets. I made panna cotta!"
"Sounds good," said Harry. His mind was sluggish and the plates of Occulumecy had shattered from his nap, but he remembered their earlier conversation and stood, pulling open the door to find her retreating down the hallway. "And remember your promise to wear a bikini."
Harry was embarrassed as he realized his cock had slipped out of the pocket of his boxers. He grabbed the swinging meat as he threw the door shut, his aunt's last word reaching him just as they clicked. "Of course."
"Sorry!" Harry called through the door, cursing himself under his breath.
"You have nothing to apologize for," his aunt's warm words reached him through the door and he felt the prickling of hairs on the back of his neck, knowing she was just on the other side. "I'll leave you to it now, but believe me when I say, sweetheart, you have nothing to be ashamed of around me... ever."
"Thanks," Harry said lamely.
Her words eased the tightness in his chest, but he didn't breathe freely until she had retreated down the hallway. He had hidden his affliction for years, but this trip was bound and determined to throw his shame in front of the women closest to him.
Harry found the girls setting the table as his aunt finished the sauce on the stove.
"There you are! Could you open the bottle I have chilled in the fridge?" his aunt's smile said nothing had changed between them and the pressure in Harry's chest relaxed even more.
"Sure," said Harry, reaching for the bottle.
Rose and her friends wore frustrated looks, and when Harry furrowed a question at his younger sister, she picked up her phone with an angry hiss.
"The Wi-Fi still isn't working, and I couldn't reconnect it."
"Is the power still out?" Harry asked, starting to worry.
"You said the generator was working fine, right?" his aunt interjected as she held out a glass for Harry to fill with champagne. When he nodded, she shrugged. "Then we can worry about that tomorrow. Tonight is about relaxing with good food, good company, and then soaking in the hot tub. Right?"
"But I haven't checked my mentions all day, and if FashioNova or one of the big brands tagged me-."
"You can deal with that tomorrow, right?" His aunt had that look on her face that said she wasn't open to debate, and Rose nodded with a sigh. "Good. I think it'll do you girls some good to take a break from the virtual world for a few hours. Maybe you'll even enjoy being unplugged."
"We'd enjoy it more if we could have a glass of those bubbles, Bellatrix," Daphne said with a hopeful smile.
Her aunt's lips compressed into a hard line, which then twisted into a amused smile. "You girls can have one small glass each," she said, raising her voice to be heard over the cheers of joy from Rose, Fleur, and Daphne. "And don't let me catch you sneaking any more when I'm not looking."
The girls promised to be good, and the five of them raised a toast to the evening. Aunt Bellatrix brought out the quail and served it with roasted potatoes and greens, drizzling everything with sage sauce. The birds were small, but surprisingly tasty, especially with the sauce, and the champagne was enough to loosen everyone up so the conversation flowed freely.
Aunt Bellatrix and Fleur delved into a deep conversation about the state of youth sports and how difficult it is for parents with children playing quidditch teams, while Rose, Daphne, and Harry got into a discussion about their favorite live shows. The girls enjoyed the eclectic collection of electronics, Korean pop music, and hip hop, most of which was new to Harry, who was much more into magical artists.
By the end of the meal, he had a growing list of bands and artists he wanted to check out, and Aunt Bellatrix got into a heated discussion with Daphne about the effectiveness of different eyelash glues. The conversation quickly drew in the remaining two, and Harry excused himself to pour more champagne.
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