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Harry Potter was still catching his breath, waves of tingling pleasure rippling through him as Rose entered the room. At first, he thought she would join him and Daphne on the couch, her eyes roaming up and down his torso, lingering on his well-defined abs. But she pulled Daphne away from the couch, throwing a final glance at him before kissing her friend passionately, seemingly oblivious to his presence.

"Did you get what you wanted?" Rose asked.

"Really?" Daphne replied, raising an eyebrow. Rose just gave a dry chuckle in response, then turned and headed towards the door, pausing to look back at Harry, who was sprawled on the couch, sweaty and naked, resembling a lion at rest.

"On Saturday, you're meeting Fleur... Don't be late... and don't take a shower after training."

Harry felt relief wash over him as he saw Rose's lips curl into a smile, realizing that any tension between them had dissipated. They returned to Rose's room, and he tried not to eavesdrop on their conversation. The only sounds that escaped the room were low murmurs of conversation, followed by moans and the creaking of bed springs.

After a quick shower, Harry lay in bed, replaying the night's events in his mind. He couldn't shake the memory of that kiss, or the intensity he saw in Rose's eyes. She hesitated before pulling away, and the more he thought about that moment, the more he regretted not reaching out to her.

His sleep was restless, and uneasy dreams woke him multiple times throughout the night. Eventually, he rose from bed an hour before dawn, lacing up his running shoes and stretching to alleviate the stiffness. He went for a jog around the neighborhood, relishing the cool breeze. Being cautious not to overexert himself before the match that night, he maintained a slow jog and tackled steeper hills.

Upon returning home, the girls were still awake, remaining in Rose's room. Harry didn't see them before heading to the team meeting, but he stopped by Rose's bedroom door to knock.

"Will you be at the match?"

"We wouldn't miss it!" Daphne exclaimed, playfully slamming the door a bit and smiling at him. "We'll be in the stands. If you spot a woman in a vintage hawk sweater, that's my mom."

"And don't forget, tomorrow at noon!" Rose called from the back of the room.

Daphne opened the door a bit wider, revealing her sister lying on her bed. Next to her was an open box of cookies, and her hair was a wild mess. Her alluring nightwear had been replaced with a disheveled dress. When she saw him, she hissed irritably at Daphne and pulled the covers over her head. Her friend chuckled and exited with Harry into the hallway, closing the door behind them.

"I love teasing her," Daphne giggled, crossing her arms beneath her pert breasts. "Are you ready for tonight?"

"I think so," Harry furrowed his brows. "It's just a pre-season game. Doesn't really count."

"Every game counts," she emphasized, her eyes locking onto his. "Remember that. My mom holds some sway. If she thinks the team will perform better with you starting, you'll start."

Harry raised an eyebrow in disbelief and nodded. "Trust me, when I say she's a big deal, I mean it." Daphne nodded firmly. "And you need a haircut. Go to the barber before the game."

"What—Harry chuckled—Are you my mom now?"

"No," she smiled, brushing a curly dark strand of hair from his forehead. Stepping closer, she stroked his cheek, making him swallow hard, expecting her to say something like "girlfriend" or similar. Instead, she said, "I'm your agent, and I intend to maximize our fortunes. Now go get that haircut... not too short though. Those locks are stunning." Harry's cheeks warmed to a shade of red as she leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips. As his arms pulled her closer, she pulled back with a mischievous wink and closed the door behind her, leaving Harry to shake himself off and almost push into the bedroom but hesitated at the last moment.

Daphne helped him move on from his ex, and maybe there was something more in their relationship, but that wasn't her primary goal. He remembered how excited she was when his sister explained how to start his own business. He witnessed a young woman finding her purpose right before his eyes.

Believing in her, Harry Potter began to believe he could have a true future in Quidditch. What had always served as an escape from school and the pressures of life could potentially become something more if he could channel the same focus and determination he saw in Daphne.

Holding onto this thought, he hopped into the Camry and scheduled a haircut after the team meeting. Upon arriving at the training facility, it was closed, so he spent an extra hour with the coaching staff, studying footage of the opponent's defense. As he watched, patterns gradually emerged, and the pace of play seemed to slow down as he combined his experience with observations.

The barber, a friendly older man, held scissors to his hair. The sight of a razor usually made him anxious, but nothing was as refreshing as a clean shave and haircut. He left the barber shop invigorated and sent a message to Daphne saying, "Mission accomplished."

Daphne: prove it. send us a selfie

Daphne: topless!

Staring at the message, Harry shook his head with amusement. This girl's audacity had no bounds. Still, he took off his shirt and snapped a photo just as the woman returned to her car beside him, holding two shopping bags. The sudden sight of a shirtless man startled her, causing her to drop one of the bags, which resulted in a broken bottle.

"Sorry," he said, getting out of the car and moving to help her with the dropped bag. However, the woman, whose face was mostly hidden behind large fashionable sunglasses, covered her mouth with her hand, taken aback.

Feeling a bit awkward, Harry started to return to the Camry to grab his shirt, but the woman reached out, stopping him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Harry... It was such a shock to see you."

"Mrs. Bell?"

Recognizing mom Kate, Harry's stomach twisted, flooded with memories of his ex and their shared moments in this woman's house. His heart ached.

"I was so surprised when Kate told me... You two were so good together," she observed, shaking her head and ignoring the spilled contents of the bag.

"Yeah," Harry shrugged, uncertain of what to say. "It was surprising... but working on the mission is what she wanted to do."

Mrs. Bell shook her head sadly. Her warm hand slid from his shoulder to his muscular arm. Her widened eyes and sharp inhale made Harry feel uneasy.

"How have you been holding up?"

Avoiding the question, he gestured to the bag on the ground. "Your shopping seems to be in a bit of a mess."

"Oh dear!" she exclaimed, seeing the mess forming inside the bag.

Though the canvas bag wasn't torn, its contents were permeated with the strong scent of balsamic vinegar.

"What am I going to do with this mess?" She frowned, looking at the wet bottom of the bag. Harry reached into the backseat of the car and pulled out a trash bag, which he sometimes used to toss in his sweaty workout clothes.

"You can use this," he suggested, and the woman smiled gratefully. "At least my clothes won't be stained now."

Crouching down to help her transfer the canvas bag into the plastic one, their fingers brushed. It didn't seem significant to him, but Mrs. Bell looked surprised each time and her cheeks flushed.

"I'd gladly take you out for lunch sometime to catch up and see how things are going," she said, a sad smile returning to her lips. "It's hard for mom to say goodbye to someone I thought would become a part of our family."

A pain in Harry's chest intensified, but he didn't want to be impolite, and he had a few hours to kill before he needed to be at the stadium.

"If you're treating, I'm eating," he smiled. "Boys and their appetites," she chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I'll drop these groceries off at home and we can meet at Frita's Ensalata in the south of town. Have you been there before?"

Harry Potter shook his head, and her lips formed a sincere smile, reminding him of her daughter's beautiful smile. "You'll love it! And the perfect thing to eat before the match," she winked.

"You remembered." The pain in his heart eased as she smiled at him.

"Of course I remembered," she placed her hand on his chest, "I was planning to go with... Before things... you know." When his expression faltered, she conjured a bright smile. "Forget about it. We'll have a great lunch, and then you can fly through a few other guys and work through those emotions. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good, Mrs. Bell," he smiled, recalling this enthusiasm as one of the few bright spots during his visits to her home.

"I feel so old when you say that. She feigned annoyance but moved closer to him, her gaze falling on his still-exposed torso. She audibly swallowed and withdrew her hand from his chest as if it had been burned. When she spoke again, it was a weak, breathy voice: "Please, call me Heather."

She didn't wait for his response; instead, she turned and hurried back to her car, juggling her purchases. He watched with amusement as she struggled with her bag, dropped her keys, and had to retrieve them from the floorboard. When she looked at him, her face was crimson, but she laughed at herself and lowered her window, driving off. "Remember, Frita's Ensalata in twenty minutes... And put on a shirt!"

"Are you sure you want this?" He struggled to recognize a certain assertiveness in his voice. Recent experiences from the past few days seemed to have given him unexpected courage. Normally, he'd hold back and stay silent, but he let the words pass his lips, and his chest tightened as he observed her reaction.

Heather's reaction was priceless.

She giggled in a girlish way, fluttering her hand in front of her ample bosom and waving at him. "You, stop teasing an older woman like that."

As her car drove past, Harry's gaze traveled down her silhouette. Mrs. Bell wasn't as slender as her daughter, but her extra pounds were in all the right places. Her breasts were ample, contained by a modest top, and though he couldn't see it now, her high-waisted jeans made her shapely behind look heavenly.

Getting into the Camry and feeling emboldened by the interaction with mom Kate, he typed a response to Daphne. He hit send and then put on his shirt to drive through the town. Before he even shifted gears, a reply appeared on his phone.

Daphne: Agreed ;)

The message was accompanied by a picture of her and his sister lying in bed; both were topless, smiling at the camera. Rose's hand rested on Daphne's stomach, but the girl's slender fingers caressed sister's ample breasts. The sight of her pale nipples, erect and seeking attention, made him hard as steel and he sent his own picture to seal the "deal."

Two more pictures popped up, but he dared not look at them, fearing he might veer off the road or collide with the car ahead. His mind swirled with thoughts of Rose and Daphne, pondering the game they were playing, or whether his secret desires could become reality.

After the events of the previous night, he was beginning to believe it would happen, but he still felt pulled in different directions. What would his sister think when she learned all the details about his night with Bellatrix and Narcissa? What would mom think, watching it all?

These questions tamed his lustful desires as he reached the restaurant, only to find out that Heather had called ahead to secure a reservation.

"If you come with me," the hostess suggested, her cheeks reddening as her eyes traveled to where Harry Potter loomed over her, his broad shoulders filling the space.

Seated in a corner booth at the back of the restaurant, Harry attacked the fries and salsa to quell his unrelenting hunger. Reminded of the messages on his phone, he checked it to find another picture along with a text.

Making sure no one was peering over his shoulder, he noticed Mrs. Bell entering the establishment. She beamed radiantly, waving at him, briefly hugging the hostess before making her way towards him. He couldn't help but notice that she had changed during her quick trip home.

Gone was the conservative top that concealed her cleavage, replaced by a snug pair of high-waisted jeans that hugged her curvy hips. The loose green top she now wore had a lower neckline, swaying enticingly as she walked in heels, the sound reverberating throughout the restaurant.

"I hope you didn't wait long," she smiled, sliding into the seat next to him. "This place is my favorite escape from life." Seeing the phone in his hand, she turned her head to look at the screen. "Oh, what's this... oh my... Harry! Who are these girls?!"

She grabbed his wrist, hiding the phone under the table as she quickly scanned the surroundings, involuntarily giving them more attention. Thankfully, the restaurant was mostly empty at this time.

His cheeks reddened, and he attempted to retrieve the phone, but she held onto it tightly. Forced to respond, he muttered, "They're just...". His frustration grew as he noticed the parting of her lips, reminiscent of her daughter.

"It's none of your business." His words were as unyielding as stone, raw emotions holding him in their grip. "Kate broke up with me, remember?"

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