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"The power went out; we're using the backup runic generator, but I'm not sure how long it will last."
"The Wi-Fi was out all morning," Harry said, turning to see Rose huddled in the corner of the breakfast nook, wrapped in a blanket. "Fleur went to work out with Daphne, just in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't," Harry replied, but she still snuffled and turned away from him on the bench. Her phone didn't look like it was working, but she was scrolling through old photos. "This place is a maze, and I haven't seen everything yet; do you think you could give me a tour after breakfast?"
"Is Harry, the great and noble, finally admitting he doesn't know something?"
"Rose..." His aunt's warning was feigned, but unnecessary.
Rose's face fell in an instant when she spoke, and Harry took some comfort in the fact that her guilt was so apparent and kept his response to himself. She expected his answer, and when he didn't give it, small crimson spots appeared on her cheeks.
"Sorry..." She shrugged and continued, not meeting his eye. "I'm glad I can show you around, and I still want to see the infinity-style hot tub."
"It's there; I just finished turning it on."
"Eat before it gets cold, Rose, and are you sure your friends don't want to join us for breakfast?"
"Carbs before a workout?" Rose blushed as she grinned around mouthfuls of buttery pancakes. Harry's younger sister was an athlete to the extreme, but she had been blessed with a figure that never lost its shape no matter how little she exercised or how much she ate. At Hogwarts, compared to other girls, all she needed was Quidditch training to maintain her ideal figure, and though under Wood they were intense, they later dropped to a norm level.
"I really should go to the gym by myself," noticed Aunt, placing her hand on the slight bulge of her belly. "I can't afford to indulge like you kids."
"Whatever you eat goes straight to your hips and boobs," Rose rolled her eyes and shook her head at her aunt. "Aunt, most women curse at that kind of talk. You don't need a gym membership; just a few blind dates. Maybe then you can conquer your body dysmorphia."
"Body... what?" Aunt blinked in confusion at the unfamiliar term before shaking her head. "No, working out seems like a great idea. Then I won't feel guilty about drinking bubbly afterwards. See? Perfect strategy! Where are my gym clothes now?"
"Aunt, maybe you should wait until..." Harry began to warn her, but Rose rushed forward and covered his mouth with her fingers, prompting Aunt to look at them with a puzzled expression.
"Until five, to pop the cork on those bubbles." You know how to do that."
"Well..." Aunt hesitated, unsure of what Rose meant, before shaking her head. Rose swept out of the room, her long blonde hair back over one shoulder and a cool expression on her face.
"You know what she'll find in there? Daphne is a flirt, but she'll torture you if you let her," Rose asked Harry, a grimace crossing her face that showed she didn't mask her answer well enough. "Either way, it'll be good for her."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"Have you noticed how she blooms with embarrassment?" And Daph is a braggart."
"You're bloody weird," muttered Harry, trying not to squirm in his seat as his pants unexpectedly tightened.
"If you're not willing to be open and honest with the rest of the world, let alone with yourself... what's the point of it all?" After those words, Harry and his sister ate in silence. His mind replayed past scenarios that only served to reinforce what Rose said, and then wondered why she said it and what her goal was, if she had one at all. "Throughout it all, his younger sister wore a small knowing smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Let's go check out the rest of this place," she remarked as she pushed her empty plate aside. "I'm curious as to why Aunt hasn't screamed yet. You don't think that she... right?"
"What, joined them?" As he asked, an image of the three of them naked and sweating together flashed through his mind, and he had to force a grimace onto his face as Rose laughed incredulously.
"I'm sure Aunt crapped her pants and is hiding in her room," she said, dropping her dish into the sink and pointing to the back stairs. "Through there is the way to the attic. The view is supposed to be beautiful, but I doubt we'll be able to see anything in this weather."
"Let's go see," remarked Harry, earning a warm smile from Rose despite his best efforts to resist her charming hooks as they explored the estate. Fleur didn't joke around about Rose's studies; the girl knew every room in the house and the reasoning behind the designs.
"This place was designed by a former Auror Corps engineer," Rose said, putting her hand to the slight bulge in her stomach. "He designed it to withstand an avalanche if necessary."
"I hope not," replied Harry, looking out the window at the massive snowdrifts behind him. "If things continue like this, we might have to worry about it."
"Not in this location," observed Rose, descending the ladder to the attic. "The road may be a problem, but we're high enough up that avalanches shouldn't be an issue." The roof is now accessible from the attic... But it looks pretty incredible."
"I'll go first," said Harry, climbing the first rung of the folding ladder.
The dark attic was eerie, especially since Harry's face had to push through thick cobwebs to reach the light, but when the floodlight illuminated the small space, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to help Rose stand up.
"This is a nice little room," she replied, twirling around.
"The way it looks outside seems to be blocked," said Harry, leaning his arm against the tall, windowed door. "Press against it, it might just be snow on the outside." The attic was so tight they were practically squeezed together. Harry couldn't figure out who could fit in here, but the signs indicated that the place was frequently used.
With a sigh, he pushed his arm into it and clumsily pushed it up. It was uncomfortable under the low, sloping roof, but the paint cracked and the doors slid up. The snow wasn't heavy enough and Harry found himself in a situation where he fell forward and spilled onto the landing.
"Oh my God! Rose must have been afraid she'd fall, because she threw herself over his knees, her fingers scraping against his shoulders and chest.
"Wait a minute!" Harry yelled, turning to escape her sharp claws, only to get even more trapped in the fluffy snow.
"Jesus, I'm freezing already," Rose tightly wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to stand up, which further threw her off balance and, to Harry's horror, her face fell straight into his crotch. "What the..."
"Nghh!" Harry felt nothing for a disgusting second, then screamed in pain from the nut she crushed, causing his stomach to cave in, flip and cave in again.
He tried to wrap his arms around the agony, but Rose was still in the way, and his muscles were too weak to fight back. Gasping, he sank into the snow and weakly pushed back her hands, one hand pushed into his crotch while she softly cursed.
"Damn, are you okay? I didn't mean to... Fuck, are you already swollen?" "We need to get a doctor," Rose said, as her fingers traced the top of Harry's sensitive penis.
He turned away from her and forced himself to close his eyes, unable to see her expression.
"I'm fine," he said, despite the high cough in his voice. "Just give me a second to catch my breath."
"Right... Of course..." She was silent for many long seconds, until he felt her shift against his side and sit down. "But don't you think the view is really amazing?"
Harry couldn't see the beautiful panorama they had, not just of the valley and the neighboring peak, but also of the slope all the way down to the city, or they could see the city if the swirling dark clouds hadn't gotten in their way.
The snow had slowed to a light flurry, but the clouds in the distance indicated that another round was on its way.
"Can you stand and walk?" "We should probably go inside before we lose all the heat," said Harry as he headed back inside, the prospect of climbing down the collapsible ladder not appealing to him. Her hands were definitely too grabby for his comfort, and he half expected to receive a cutting remark at his expense, but she was silent as they reached the platform below and had a strangely speculative look on her face.
"Can you tell me why you and Hermione broke up again?"
"I didn't do it," Harry replied, dismissing her irritated expression. "I'm going to get some wood for the fire before the storm gets worse."
"You should take it easy," she said as they passed by her bedroom on the second floor. "We're doing a photo shoot later. You should stick around."
"I think I'll pass," Harry replied, sounding like it was the last thing he wanted to do, not wanting to reveal how great it sounded.
"Really? Fleur will be disappointed. She was hoping to see you in a schoolgirl outfit."
"You're joking," he remarked, but she only raised an eyebrow as if to suggest, "why would I ever joke?"
"I don't care if you come or not. But we could use someone to photograph the harem."
Banging his shin against the stairs, he muttered some exclamation that elicited a snort from Rose. "Forgot how to walk? Or did I say something worth paying attention to?"
He tried to come up with a non-perfidious way to ask about it, but she saved him.
"Stripping is part of my strategy. More and more influencers are appearing in each other's posts, and the inevitable consequences include... harems."
"How do you calculate that?" Harry asked, relieved that she had moved beyond the kitchen and wasn't continuing the conversation with their aunt.
He had many harem stories and pornos in his private library.
"Okay, Harry. I understand how males think. It's basic psychology. They want a pretty girl until they have her, then they want her friend or sister." She shrugged. "Men evolved to spread their seed widely, hence their wandering eyes. Better to consume all the candy at once. You understand what I mean? Harem shots: all the beautiful women in one place."
"You're psychotic," Harry muttered, shaking his head and straining to understand her logic, but unable to deny its validity. "But I'm right, aren't I?"
"Harry opened his mouth to argue, but in Rose's eyes he saw a challenge, and he suspected she had ammunition ready to defeat his argument that not all men wanted a harem of young, sexy girls. 'Maybe that's because you're so old, you've forgotten,' she teased.
'I'm only a year older than you, and that's rude!' Harry said defensively as Rose burst out laughing and ran to the kitchen, catching up to him as their aunt stood up from the oven with something in her hands.
'What's rude?' she asked, blinking sleepily as she dried her hands on a towel.
'What are you cooking?' Harry snatched a bite of the coleslaw his aunt was making and bolted from the kitchen before she could catch him. He loved watching his aunt cook, especially since she had all the latest gadgets and tools in the kitchen, and she refused to use magic for cooking because it supposedly took away the taste. That morning, he couldn't take his eyes off her apron, which hugged every curve and bump, and he sensed she was aware of his sidelong and hungry glances.
With his mind racing with images he shouldn't be thinking about and the incessant chatter of the girl who grated on his nerves, Harry donned his winter coat and stepped outside. Gathering enough firewood to fill the bin took him longer than he expected, and his heart was pounding when he finished. Sweaty and feeling too hot in his winter clothes, he headed off in search of a shower."
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