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Narcissa and Bellatrix flashed triumphant smiles, and Harry felt something small and warm sliding up and down his calf, causing him to jump.

"Let's finish dinner first," Bellatrix muttered, her eyes sparkling as that foot slid up and down his inner thigh. "Then we can retire to my place for... viewing."

"You make it sound so dirty," Narcissa laughed with a flick of her eyebrow.

"If I recall correctly, you're the queen of getting dirty, Narcissa," Harry's Mother laughed, and he was glad to see how easily she loosened up around her friends.

The three of them continued their friendship where they left off, giving each other guilt trips about their failed marriages and expanding waistlines, as well as sympathizing about the difficulties of aging. Harry was bombarded with questions about school and Quidditch.

It turned out that Narcissa was not just a beauty. The woman knew her Quidditch, spending more time creating fantasy teams and analyzing stats than most of the men he knew. Her love for the sport came from a childhood spent traveling the country with her father, who was a professional scout.

When Harry learned about it, he bombarded the woman with questions, wanting to know everything about how scouts work and what they look for. It wasn't easy to forget about her stunning looks, but the more he heard about such things, the easier it became.

His conversation with Narcissa was interrupted several times by Bellatrix, who asked him about his breakup. Truth be told, he felt much better with women who cheered him on and distracted him, but the reminder brought back the pain in his heart. But that pain didn't last, because that foot still drew him back to reality, and the woman's pale blue eyes danced with merriment all the while.

Harry noticed the change and soon wrapped up the meal. His mother and her friends limited themselves to two drinks, to his relief, and weren't close to sloppiness as they left the restaurant. As they walked through Downtown Joe's, Harry couldn't help but walk a little taller with Bellatrix on one arm and the stunning Narcissa on the other.

Every man envied him, and most women gave them longing looks. The pair laughed as they waited outside for their Uber.

"Did you see the hostess's look?" Bellatrix said to her friend, while Harry's Mother popped into the bathroom as they waited. "She looked like she wanted to cut you."

"Jealousy is always an ugly emotion, but it certainly gives me a warm feeling when I see it on a woman's face..." Narcissa winked at Harry with one long, dark lash, fingers caressing his cheek and sending shivers down his spine. "Especially such a tiny blonde... Tell me, Harry, is that your type? Petite and... blonde?"

The woman sidled up to his side, one hand on the small of his back, as she turned them to face the hostess stand. The girl greeted a couple and paid them no attention, but Harry averted his gaze almost immediately and shook his head.

"She's sweet, but not my type."

"He likes bimbo cheerleaders," Bellatrix muttered, doing a little hop on her heels to mimic pom-pom shaking. "Don't make that face. I saw you staring at them when we went to the game last year."

"Is that your business?" Narcissa murmured, her hip pressing into his as her smile deepened. "Short skirts and bouncing bodies? Because we can arrange that..."

"Oh, there you are!" Harry turned with relief to find his mom hurrying out of the restaurant and pointing to the waiting car. "And our cars here, perfect timing. Where are we headed now, back to Bellatrix's place?"

The hairs on the back of his neck rose as Narcissa flashed him a hungry, predatory smile and directed him towards the back seat.

"That sounds perfect," the woman purred in her drawn-out accent.

The events had their own momentum, and Harry felt swept up in the moment as they piled into the car. It was a long drive to the foothills where Bellatrix's palatial home was located, but time flew by as the ladies regaled them and their driver with more stories of their illicit past.

After removing some barriers, he heard more scandalous tales of the three of them roaming the Hogwart and flashing their professors. The funniest was the studies professor who apparently had a crush on his Mother. The older woman was furious in her attempts to get a date with his mom, which led to the two friends confessing to the woman what they were.

„She didn't know what to think," Harry's mom chuckled. "And avoided her in class." Bellatrix, one of Harry's classmates, sneered, earning laughter from her friends and a disapproving look from the driver sitting next to her. "What? She practically went bald... Like if Lily, the hottest girl on Hogwart, spread her legs for that old crone."

The driver, a swarthy man with greasy black hair, stared at Bellatrix beside him and then at the two girls flanking Harry. He cleared his throat and stuttered, "You three were... I mean... umm..."

"We're not lesbians, if that's what you're asking," Bellatrix interrupted, winking at the man before turning to grab Narcissa's hand. "But we hit on each other more than any guys at Hogwarts."

"Bellatrix," Harry's mom warned, blushing as she avoided his gaze.

"It's nothing they haven't heard before, Lil," Narcissa reassured, patting Harry's wrist with a charming smile. "And nothing this boy won't see as soon as we find those pictures."

"Oh God," Harry's mom groaned, then chuckled as they arrived at Bellatrix's driveway. "I need another drink if this is going to be one of those nights."

"You promised, Lil!" Bellatrix called out as she stumbled out of the car in laughter.

"What did he promise?" Harry asked his Mother as he helped her out of the car and waved goodbye to the driver, who was staring at the three of them with a pained expression as he drove away.

"Don't listen to her," his Mother said, patting his chest as she leaned against his side. "Just promise me you won't let things get too crazy tonight. Those two have a way of making me do things..."

"Stop complaining," Bellatrix grumbled, hooking her arm around Harry's mom and pulling her inside. "If memory serves me right, you're always the one who loses your clothes first whenever there's a pool nearby. So don't blame everything on us."

"We'll make sure he forgets about that idiot," Narcissa murmured in Harry's ear as she joined him in the entranceway. The older woman led him into the kitchen where Harry helped her whip up a batch of margaritas. She winked at him as she poured the tequila, careful not to spill the pitcher, before they joined his mother and her friend in the living room.

"Does anyone know how to work the projector?" Bellatrix asked, but Harry had never seen the thing before. Pulling boxes out of her closet and digging through them to find slides took an hour. As they did so, other things were pulled out, including a group photo of the three with a different set of girls in front of the association house, and another of the three dressed up for a rock concert, complete with 90s high waisted jeans and neon scrunchies in their hair.

"Fashion's come full circle," Harry's Mother commented. "Rose wears the same clothes."

"How's Rose?" Bellatrix asked, her eyes brightening. "She's killing it with her online followers."

"You follow her?" Harry's Mother asked with a grimace. "I guess she'd do well. She's a bit lost though. Not like my Harry," she smiled at him fondly, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, remembering his strange encounter with his sister and her friend earlier. His mother's cheeks reddened and she must have been thinking the same thing because she immediately changed the subject.

Finally, they had them pull out the round device, set it up on the table in the dining room, and point it at the far wall, where they dragged the couch. There were dozens of slides, but they wouldn't let Harry peek at them, forcing him to take a seat in between Bellatrix and Narcissa.

"I'll sit here where I can make sure nothing inappropriate happens," his Mother gave her friends meaningful looks as she sat across from them, with a clear view between them, but her friends just giggled, and Bellatrix even draped her slender leg over his.

"Ignore her, Harry," the petite brunette said, fidgeting with the remote. "And tell us what you think about... those cheerleaders."

The machine gave a mechanical clap and flipped to the next frame, and an image appeared on the white wall. Harry's mouth went dry, and suddenly he didn't know what to do with his hands because he was staring at three young women in tiny cheerleader skirts, their pale butts peeking out from under the hems, as they looked into the camera over their bare backs.

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