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He was never a fan of bubbles, but as the evening wore on, he found himself liking them more and more. He never overdid it, sticking to just a few glasses, but the warm buzz filled his usual awkwardness, making it easy to relax without worrying about nonsense.
"I think it's time we tried the hot tub. It should be heated by now, right?" Aunt Bellatrix announced to the general approval of the girls.
"It should be, but the conditions outside are almost a white out," Harry said, peeking through the kitchen window at the swirling blackness.
"That will only make things better," said Daphne, earning a quick nod of agreement from her aunt.
"Why don't you build a fire, Harry? Then we can come back inside and enjoy some dessert in warmth," she suggested.
"Dessert sounds great," said Harry.
"First the fire, then the hot bath, then you'll get your dessert," his aunt said, her eyes dancing over the rim of her glass as she took a deep sip. "But refill my glass before you go, please?"
He obliged, tilting the bottle over her glass and almost spilling it when she rested her hand on his upper thigh, her fingers dangling over the edge of his backside.
"You're such a wonderful person, Harry. Thank you for planning all of this. It's been so relaxing. That Hermione doesn't know what she's missing," she lamented to him with a pout, taking a long sip from her glass and not releasing his leg.
"Her loss is our gain."
"I think that's enough champagne for you, Aunt," said Rose, her pale green eyes now dancing as she watched her step-aunt getting flirty with her brother. "Unless you want to see a little Harry standing at attention, better leave him alone."
Rose giggled and stuck her tongue out at him, taking the sting out of her comment with an obvious joke, but their aunt shook her head.
"But I didn't...," her hand flapped at her chest as red crept up her cheeks. "I didn't see anything earlier!"
The girls exchanged an embarrassed look, and Harry could see the gears turning in his younger sister's mind as she looked from their aunt to him and back again.
"Better get in the hot bath before it's too late," Harry said, maintaining a neutral expression as he walked over to the table. "Aunt, is the panna cotta set yet, or does it need more time?"
"Let me check," she said, unsteadily rising to her feet and pushing her hair back with one hand while the other gripped the back of the chair to steady herself.
While she checked the fridge, Harry poured the girls the last of the champagne. It wasn't much, just a sip or two each, but they lifted their glasses and drank it down. Wanting to avoid any further awkwardness, they helped clear the table and soon went to change into their bathing suits for the hot tub. Harry slipped away before anything else could happen and grabbed his bags and a thick robe he found in his room.
It still wasn't enough to ward off the cold temperatures outside, but the hot tub was on a platform outside the second floor and the edge of the small deck. Moving quickly, Harry checked the temperature and saw it was a steamy 104 degrees Fahrenheit (40 Celsius). Pulling off the cover, he stepped back to the control panel and turned it off before shedding his robe and slipping inside before the cover could be fully removed.
The water was so hot that it stung his skin at first contact, but the snow was still falling and the air was so cold that it felt heavenly. He had just settled into a comfortable position when the door opened and his aunt rushed out.
She had a towel wrapped around her body, but it was clear from the slender black strings stretching from the top that she had put on her bikini. She had intended to toss the towel next to the bathtub, but she saw the thick snowflakes falling and thought better of it.
"You just have to sprint," Harry said, smiling as she looked at him critically.
"That's the problem," she said, her voice catching as she hastily tossed her towel inside the door and darted back.
But he noticed that when she tossed the towel, her face didn't register distress but rather tense excitement. Then the towel was off, and his eyes were filled with the heavy sway of her breasts and the sway of her broad hips before she disappeared under the steaming waters with a shuddering sigh that dissolved into a grateful moan.
"Oh, that's lovely," she said dreamily to him. "I hope my old lady body hasn't put you off, but the bikini really is more comfortable than that old one-piece."
"You're not disgusting, Auntie," Harry said in disbelief, shaking his head. "You're bloody gorgeous." She smiled at him in a way that told him his words hadn't gone unnoticed and reached for her hand under the water, pulling her blinking green eyes to his. "Honestly, you're so beautiful it's painful sometimes."
"That's very sweet of you, Harry, but I never want you to feel that way... I'm always here for you... If you need me... All you have to do is ask."
Her fingers slid up his forearm, gripping tightly, and the humid air crackled with electricity. He couldn't see much of her face now, with her back turned to the house lights, but he was certain he heard an invitation in there. Wondering if he had the nerve to take her up on it, he took her arm back and searched for words, but the door opened again, and the excited voices of Rose and her friends interrupted the magical moment.
"Oh my god, it's so cold out here!" Daphne said, clutching her thin arms around a long shirt she wore over her swimsuit.
"I've been looking forward to this all day," Fleur said at the same time.
"Harry, your head is covered in snow." Rose laughed when she saw it and only then did he realize why she felt so cold.
Fleur and Daphne rushed to the jacuzzi, throwing their long shirts into the snow on the deck without a care before slipping into the water. He pulled a handful of snow off his head and mashed it into a tight ball, but he couldn't help but sneak a peek at both girls and was not disappointed.
The tan lines he'd noticed in Fleur's bunny costume made sense when he saw the tiny red bikini covering her splayed breasts. Daphne wore two tiny pieces of black material that looked molded to her skin. In the cold weather, he could clearly see the outline of her areolas and nipples before she disappeared under the water.
Rose gave him a look as she tossed her own shirt and dropped it on the others.
"Don't even think about throwing that at me," she warned, arching an eyebrow and posing with her hands on her hips, trying to intimidate him.
I wasn't thinking about that at all," he said, but she saw the lie in his eyes and snorted, flipping her hair over one shoulder.
In the heavy snowfall, Rose looked like an angel as her hair fanned out, and Harry took the opportunity to pick up her small baby blue bikini. She was blessed with a large, firm behind, and she worked it with amazing effect as she slipped into the hot tub. Only when she was submerged and he could think clearly again did he notice that all three girls were wearing the same bikini style, just in different colors.
"Probably another one of their swimwear sets," he thought to himself.
"I wish we could see the stars," Fleur said, settling in next to his aunt and across from him in the tub.
"Or the valley," lamented Rose, pouring herself more into the overflow.
The view was unimpressive with the storm raging around them, but it served to press the world in and make it more intimate.
"Do any of you know what you want to do after Hogwarts?" Harry asked, making room for Daphne on the bench where he was lounging.
"Healing," Fleur replied without hesitation. "I've planned it since getting burned during the first task of the tournament. And you, Daph?"
"Healer, lawyer, runic engineer," Daphne said, making a quick movement under the water. "Or run away and join the circus."
"Are your parents that strict?" his aunt asked. "Mine is. My aunt is cool, but my dad is traditional, pure-blooded. At least he's not trying to marry me off based on engagement contracts." She laughed, but it sounded forced. "Honestly, I was always the best at runic coding classes. I saw myself locked away in front of a runic block for hours a day, raking in buckets of cash from shares in a big goblin company. Then retire at forty on a private beach, making extra money from occasional updates to the specially complicated security systems I set up myself." This time her laughter sounded more genuine and soon everyone joined in. Harry felt something warm and soft touch his hip, and Daphne's fingers slipped up his thigh a bit. She smiled as if nothing had happened, turning to his aunt. "What did you study, Bella?"
"Those were different times," she shrugged, her breasts bobbing on the surface as Daphne's fingers climbed a bit higher on Harry's thigh. "I trained for duels, but they wouldn't let me compete because I was a woman. Life had a different path for me. And you, dear? Have you decided what you'll do after Hogwarts?"
"I don't know," Rose shrugged. "I would like to learn about painting animation, to develop my skills and give better insight into the people in paintings. But I don't need a championship for that, it's really only necessary in healing and ministry jobs," she said to Daphne. "You can take one of those runic coding training camps at Gringotts and know everything you need to get a job, a good one." She shrugged again and tilted her head back. "Four years of foreign trips for goblins sounds too amusing, if you know what I mean. I myself would like to apprentice with a master painter, but I don't think that's possible. Look at this snow! It's almost a solid white sheet now."
The others turned their heads, including Daphne, but she moved her hand further up Harry's thigh. He reached down and grabbed her wrist, but she slipped her fingers under the hem of his shorts.
"No..." he gritted out the words as his aunt raised her head.
She gave him a questioning look and he tried to keep a stoic expression. There was no way he wanted to admit that the slender sixteen-year-old at his side had her fingertips dancing around the head of his quickly stiffening cock.
"What was that, love?"
"Nothing," he replied, unable to move Daphne's hand for fear that his aunt would notice the movement and where the girl's hand was positioned.
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