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"What?" Harry exclaimed in shock.

"You didn't do anything wrong," his mom patted his hand and nodded. "You feel guilty because you experienced pleasure, but there was no sin in that act. You're a young, red-blooded man. It would be unreasonable to expect you to behave differently. I'm glad Daphne... helped you, if you needed it."

Harry was taken aback by his mother's attitude, but he didn't feel comfortable discussing it with her in front of the driver. He knew his Mother was conservative, but she had always been relaxed about sex. He was more uncomfortable with the topic than she was and often avoided discussing it with her.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the restaurant. His mother's friends hadn't arrived yet, but they took a table on the patio and ordered some appetizers. The hostess smiled at his mom and promised to seat her and her "toy boy" somewhere where they would have some privacy. She didn't correct the girl and even reinforced the idea when she slid her arm into Harry's and paraded him through the restaurant.

"Isn't this better than lying around watching Netflix or playing some video game with that girl now?" She flashed a smile at someone across the restaurant and waved, pulling herself closer to Harry's side. "That's Padma, a dueling champion, and next to her is her sister. Never trust that snake."

She provided a running commentary on the luminaries who were at large in their small town. Harry was surprised at how deep her knowledge went, but he soon realized that it was because of all the meetings and dinners she had been attending over the last few years in relation to her job.

"Who is that handsome young man, Lily?" A stunning older woman with the most breathtakingly expansive bosom Harry had ever seen stopped right next to their table. Even larger than his Mother's, there was no way those perfectly round and firm things weren't fake, especially in combination with the woman's age.

"This is my... friend, Harry," his mother's cheeks warmed, but she pulled him even closer to her side. "He's a new seeker for the Shrike team."

"I see your work with the designer drugs has finally paid off," the woman's eyes ran up and down Harry like a piece of meat and he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, although she didn't seem to notice or care. "If you ever want to be treated like a prince, find my residence on the hilltop."

Winking at him, the woman walked past, causing Harry to jump a foot in the air as she reached out and pinched his cheek hard. His cheeks turned scarlet, but it was his mom who glared at the woman with a disgusted grimace.

"That woman," he growled, shaking his head and wiping a wrinkle from his face. "Forget about her." "Who was that?"

"Trouble, who was that," he muttered, allowing the hostess to finally guide them to their table. "Narcissa is here! You'll love her, Harry."

The woman waiting at their table took his breath away with her pale beauty. Straight, white hair hung around her heart-shaped face, with small, thick lips that broke into a bright smile when she saw his mom. Rising and approaching to hug her, his mouth went dry as he took in the incredible body of this woman.

Tall for a woman, though a few inches shorter than him, she was shaped like a model from a magazine spread, with a roundish body type that makes every man, and most women, look. What exactly happened when she stood to hug his mom. He still stood and stared, his jaw hanging open like a fish out of water, when this glorious creature turned to him and said in a thick Southern accent.

"Well ain't you a solid hunk of man," reaching out, she poked a finger into his arm with surprising strength and grunted in approval at the density of his muscles. "Hmph, he can just have it, Lily."

"He can," his mom smiled at him and then tapped the table. "Let's move inside. I know Harry's hungry and Bellatrix won't want us to wait for her."

"If I know Bellatrix, she's already started," Narcissa drawled and waved to the server to bring her a drink. "How do you two know each other?" He asked, and the blonde beauty raised an eyebrow at his mom. "You didn't tell him?"

His mom gave a nervous laugh and took a deep sip of her wine, avoiding his eyes as she did so. "Bellatrix was dying too, but how can I admit to something like that?"

"There's no shame in it," Narcissa replied with concern and flashed a grateful smile to the server delivering her drink. "Thank you, dear."

The server blushed, unsure what to do with the attention the stunning woman had turned on him, and nearly recoiled from the courtesan before departing.

"Do you have to tease them?" his mom chuckled softly as she and her friend watched the server walk away. "You haven't changed at all."

"Oh, I've changed," Narcissa drawled, her eyes hardening as they looked off into the distance. "Since the divorce... But forget about that," his mom looked at her friend with concern, and he noticed a pale spot on her finger where a ring had recently been removed. She forced a smile and turned to him, "We were talking about your mom and the times when she was a playma-". "We don't have to get into details," his mom quickly cut off the other woman, earning a sardonic laugh from Narcissa.

"What is it?" Harry asked, leaning forward and feigning great interest.

"What is what!"

They all looked up to find their fourth arrival. Bellatrix was a tiny ball of energy and silicone. Shorter than Harry's Mother and slim as a rail, her only natural curve was her rounded behind. She had bought the rest for herself and never failed to showcase them, to the distress of Harry's sore blue balls every time he spent a lot of time with her.

"Talking about the wolf," Harry's mother laughed.

Narcissa jumped out of her chair and hugged Bellatrix after an emotional reunion.

"It's been years since we've seen each other," Bellatrix explained, sinking into her armchair opposite Harry.

"How do you know each other?"

The trio shared secretive smiles, but it was Harry's Mother who finally answered.

"We were roommates at Hogwarts."

"Is that what we call it, Lil?" Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at Harry's Mother, who buried her face in her wine glass, her eyes cutting to see how Harry was taking it all in.

"That was London," Narcissa explained. "Times were different then. Three young women living alone in a flat was the norm. And when the photographers came to 'document' it," she used air quotes with a wink to her friend. "It was just a crazy afternoon. It wasn't supposed to be a big thing."

"Wait," Harry said, "back up and explain... what photographers?"

His mother let out a short sigh and gestured for Bellatrix to go ahead. The busty little woman bounced in her seat in anticipation and launched into the story.

Harry knew his mom went to Hogwarts, but not much more. It was shocking to learn that the three of them shared a dormitory, and later, an apartment after school, and from the glances thrown between them, it was apparently much more. As the alcohol flowed, these innuendos became increasingly obvious, and Harry tried to remember everything for later fantasies.

"It was our junior year, they put us in the magazine," Bellatrix flashed him a wink.

"Magazine?"

"You're looking at three Playwitches," Narcissa hooked her arm behind her chair as she stuffed a piece of fried squid and aioli in her mouth, turning to the other two.

Harry blinked in embarrassment for a moment, the word not registering until he met his mom's eyes. Just for a second, before she looked down in shame. That's when it clicked and he swore softly.

"You're not serious," Harry laughed, earning a snort of laughter from the raven-haired beauty.

"You're embarrassed, aren't you?" His mom shook her head, reaching for her purse in a gesture he knew meant she was about to plug in and make a run for it, but he reached out and caught her wrist.

"I'm not embarrassed," Harry shook his head, "Surprised, but never ashamed."

"You see, Lil," Bellatrix said. "I told you he'd understand." Then she flashed him an impish smile and leaned forward, doing delightful things to her round breasts and low-cut top. "Do you want to see them?"

"Bellatrix!" His mother's head snapped, but her frown of disapproval softened as Narcissa let out a throaty growl. "Mhmm, I want to see them. Do you still have copies?"

"I have the negatives." Bellatrix winked. "It wasn't cheap, but they... had all the other things too."

"What other things?" Harry asked, but his mother brushed it off with a furrowed brow.

"Forget about it," she said, but there was no way Harry could, and as soon as she cast one glance at his expression, she saw the truth of it and let out a deep sigh. "Oh God, I can't believe I'm agreeing to this."

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