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Gentle tapping on his shoulder woke Harry Potter from a restless sleep. He blinked in the darkness, memories rushing back as he looked down to see a pile of naked limbs draped over him. "I'm heading home if you want a ride," his mother said, and he felt his cheeks warm as he met her gaze. But she only smiled and patted him on the shoulder again. "Get dressed. We'll stop at the Leaky Cauldron and get some waffles."

He couldn't ignore how awkward he felt pulling on pants and a shirt with a dress in the dimly lit living room. The projector is still set up on one side of the room, its slides clicking to an end. He regretted skipping most of the pictures and found himself wanting to sneak a peek at them, but the two MILFs cuddled up close were more than enough to leave an unforgettable night in his mind.

His mom was waiting by the car as he stepped outside, waving to him as she slid behind the wheel. They drove in uncomfortable silence for the first few blocks, but when they hit the freeway, she turned to him with a mischievous smile. "I warned you about my friends," she chuckled, and he couldn't help the laugh that was pulled from his throat. The tension dissolved with the laughter, and he stared out the window with a silly grin on his face. "They're fucking crazy," he said.

"Crazy hot, you mean," she nudged him in the side, and he felt the blush return as he turned to find her smirk directed at him. "I always suspected you had a thing for Bellatrix, and Narcissa is always the most beautiful woman in any room she's in... I'm glad you had a good time."

"Good time is an understatement," he said, his eyes wandering to his mom as she drove.

She had a small, satisfied smile on her face, but he didn't miss the flecks of color on her cheeks. This moment was as awkward for her as it was for him, but she tried to keep calm, which only made him feel more uneasy, so he pressed the point. "And what about you, Mom? Did you have a good time?"

"Me?" She giggled lightly before swallowing heavily and taking a deep breath before answering, "I had... a wonderful time."

"Because the best part for me was when I saw you and Narcissa taking selfies..."

"It's probably too early for carbs. Maybe we should take a break at the Leaky Cauldron. I should hit the gym and burn off those margaritas. Don't you have another double training session today? It's going to be hot, so make sure you drink plenty of water before and during. You wouldn't want to get a heat stroke. When I was at Hogwarts, there was a talented young man on our team..." Harry Potter sat back in his seat and let her continue the conversation. Talking to ease her own discomfort had been one of her trademark moves since she was young, and he let the soothing sound of her voice wash over him. Neither of them was ready to confront the details of their night, especially not in the light of day, and truthfully, neither was he.

What he saw in her eyes when he called up that moment was confirmation that he wasn't dreaming. She was just as lost in desire as he was, and when their eyes met, he saw a pleading look pass over her features. That scene was frozen in his mind and played on repeat in his head until they pulled onto their street.

"Umm, Harry? Maybe you should... put that away just in case your sister decides to rise," her knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, and she refused to look at him until he realized the problem and said, adjusting himself.

Harry Potter apologized, "Sorry," he said. "I was just thinking about... you know."

"Hmm," she almost whimpered, and the splashes of color on his cheeks deepened and spread as he turned into the driveway. "Maybe it would be best if we kept... the details of last night to ourselves."

He nodded quickly and caught her wrist before she could reach to open the door. She froze like a deer in the headlights, and he saw her lower lip tremble, but she didn't look at him.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Not for last night, though it was the best night of my life," she gave a light laugh at that and took his hand back. "But for being there when I needed it. For always being there."

"Oh, Harry," she turned and pulled him into a tight embrace across the center console. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

They pulled away slowly and for one charged moment, their eyes locked, and Harry felt the warmth of her quick breath on his lips. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, and for a moment, he thought she was going to push forward, but with an audible sound of regret, she pulled away, slamming the car door and hurrying inside, wrapping her sweater around her shoulders.

The early winter air was chilly, and Harry hurried after her, but before he could call out and make sure everything was okay, his sister poked his head out of the kitchen, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a curious grin on his long, sculpted lips.

"Did mom puke?" He followed in his wake, climbing the stairs before she turned back to him with a smile. "What kind of trouble did you get into?"

She must have seen something on his face, because her mischievous grin turned sly, and she followed him down to his room, peppering him with questions.

"You didn't end up at Tracey's house, did you?" "No," he answered but she grabbed his shirt and leaned in to sniff it before he could take a step fully into his room.

Harry had his shirt poorly buttoned and wrinkled pants as he entered the room. Rose's smile grew stronger as she took a deep sip of her coffee, her eyes devouring him from head to toe. Her eyes widened as she turned her head toward the sound of the shower running upstairs, and Harry vigorously shook his head.

"No, it wasn't like that..."

Rose could fail more classes than she passed, but she had a deep understanding of character and her smile widened even further when she saw his expression.

"You hooked up with my mom's friend!"

Harry shook his head, a ready lie on his lips, but she saw right through him. Hand on his chest, she pushed him into the room and closed the door behind her. His legs hit the back of the chair and he fell into it, while she backed up, crossing her arms as she leaned against the door.

"Spill it," she said, nodding her chin, and Harry found the words drumming out of his mouth.

"We went out to dinner, my mom, her friend Bellatrix, and another friend from college, their former roommate, Narcissa." His eyes lit up as he mentioned the name, and he saw the hunger that was eerily similar to what he felt for that woman, and he knew she recognized it. "You know her," he accused.

"Let's just say she takes good pictures," she said with a smile.

"She did and still does." He allowed his own lips to curl into a smile, and hers dried up.

"What do you know?" She raised an eyebrow, and he let his smirk remain in place. "Nothing you don't."

She laughed.

"I saw the raw slides, all of them."

In theory, he had seen them all. Unfortunately, he only paid attention to the first dozen or so, or however many he could get away with instead. He waited for Rose's eyes to light up with jealousy, or at least envy, but she only nodded.

"I knew she'd eventually run into you in her bed," she flashed him a wink and retreated. "Tell me everything that happened after. Daphne will be here and if you don't hide anything, maybe I'll let you play with her again."

"You're insane," he said, shaking his head, and Rose turned around with a sharp laugh and disappeared into her room.

He had to hurry and get ready for practice and didn't see mom again before leaving the house. It was a brutal morning of training with not enough sleep and a mild hangover.

After catching all the released snitches, he was released and could change. He returned to his Camry, feeling good about the work he had done, and headed home.

The house was empty when he got there, and after eating, he took the opportunity to take a nap when it was quiet. He woke up with the sun in his eyes and a head full of cotton. On his nightstand sat a folded note, which he tore open and read as soon as sleep left his eyes.

Harry, I'll be at the city council meeting tonight and probably won't see you before going to bed. I just wanted to thank you for last night. I know things got a little out of control, but I've been smiling all day and can't get it out of my head.

Tomorrow is your first game and we wanted to do something special for you. If you have plans with friends, I understand, but if you want, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and I would be happy to celebrate the game with you, win or lose.

Love, Mom.

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