CHAPTER 10: BATHING IN TRUST
Harry groaned as he sank into the hot water, feeling his aches and pains melt away. The warmth enveloped him, soothing his tired muscles. He let out a long sigh of relief. "Bloody hell," he muttered, closing his eyes. It had been a good night, but left alone in Bones Manor with two attractive Hufflepuffs, it had the potential to get even better. He just had to play his cards right.
"Are you okay?" Susan's voice called from outside the bathroom door.
"Yeah, it's just painful. Forget the lemonade— I need something to dull the pain. Have you got a decent bottle of red wine, and maybe some company to share it with?" Harry replied, a hint of mischief in his voice.
He heard Susan shush the giggling Hannah. "Red... wine?" Susan repeated uncertainly.
Harry chuckled. "Yes, cranberry juice won't quite do the trick, I'm afraid."
"Very funny," Susan responded, her tone indicating a playful pout.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Susan entered, holding the bottle of wine as if it were a delicate artifact, while Hannah trailed behind, staring fixedly at the ceiling.
"For goodness' sake, girls, we're all adults here, aren't we? You can't see anything through all these bubbles and steam. You won't make me drink alone, will you? I might fall asleep and drown in this tub," Harry teased, trying to ease their obvious discomfort.
"So-sorry, Harry," Hannah stammered, shifting nervously.
Susan, trying to maintain her composure, clenched her fist and sat on the stool by the taps. She handed Harry a glass and poured wine for herself and Hannah. Harry, with a subtle flick of his wrist, used wandless magic to ensure Susan's and Hannah's glasses were filled a bit more generously than his own.
"There we go," Harry said, raising his glass. "To a night of relaxation and good company."
Susan took a tentative sip, her eyes meeting Harry's with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "You always know how to make things interesting, don't you?"
Harry grinned. "I try my best. So, tell me, what have you two been up to while I was out fighting the good fight?"
Hannah, gaining a bit of confidence, lowered her gaze from the ceiling and smiled. "Oh, you know, just the usual Hufflepuff shenanigans. Keeping the peace, baking a lot of pastries, and avoiding trouble as much as possible."
Susan laughed. "Speak for yourself, Hannah. I've been buried in paperwork and trying to keep this old manor from falling apart."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you could use a break. Maybe a little adventure is in order?"
Hannah's eyes sparkled with excitement. "An adventure? What did you have in mind?"
Harry leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. "Well, how about we start with a little more wine, some good conversation, and see where the night takes us?"
The girls exchanged glances, and Susan finally relaxed, a smile spreading across her face. "Alright, Harry. You've got yourself a deal. But no funny business, okay?"
Harry raised his glass in a toast. "Scout's honor. To new adventures and unexpected friendships."
They clinked their glasses together, laughter and warmth filling the room as the evening stretched on.
"What... what was it like?" Hannah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry sighed and rose slightly out of the water, revealing his muscular chest. He rubbed his shoulder absently, but the gesture was deliberate, drawing their attention to his recent wound. Hannah squeaked, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.
"Difficult," Harry began, his tone somber. "It wasn't like Defense Against the Dark Arts or a duel in class. They were trying to kill me. Every curse was aimed to maim or murder." He examined the wound on his shoulder, his expression darkening. "I got lucky they underpowered their cutting curse. Otherwise, I would have lost this arm, maybe the shoulder too."
Hannah took a deep, shaky breath, her fascination evident. "Weren't you scared?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Harry shook his head slowly. "Not really," he said with a kind of resigned honesty. "I know I'm good at what I do. I was more frustrated, especially at the graveyard. I didn't get the chance to show them what I was capable of. If I had been just a bit better, acted faster, thought quicker, Voldemort wouldn't have been resurrected and..." He paused, his voice trailing off. "And Cedric..."
He stopped, unable or unwilling to finish the thought. In truth, despite his best efforts, he couldn't muster a deep sorrow for Cedric Diggory. After all the horrors he'd witnessed, the deaths he'd seen, Cedric's death felt like just another number in a long list. Harry wondered if this was what Voldemort felt like all the time, and the thought unsettled him deeply.
To cover his inner turmoil, Harry thought of his mother's death, allowing his eyes to moisten. He looked up at the ceiling, blinking theatrically. "And then," he continued thickly, "to see the papers calling me a liar. And the Minister too. It's... it's really hard not having anyone in your corner."
Hannah wiped at her eyes, her empathy clear. "We're sorry, Harry," she said, her voice quivering. She glanced at Susan, seeking support. It was easier to look at her than to face Harry's raw emotion. "We should have been better friends."
Susan nodded, her eyes filled with regret. "We didn't understand what you were going through. We should have been there for you more."
Harry gave them a small, sad smile. "It's alright. We can't change the past. But we can be better from now on, right?"
Hannah and Susan nodded, a new determination in their eyes. They would be there for Harry, supporting him through whatever came next. The bond between them, forged in the crucible of shared experiences and newfound understanding, felt stronger than ever.
Harry let his head loll back against the tub. "Ah, well, we're not really friends, are we?" he said lightly, making both girls flinch. "Not in a mean way, but I mean, we never really speak at school. I guess that's my fault; I've been wrapped up in so many adventures and, of course, my training…" He paused, waiting for them to take the bait.
Susan leaned forward, curiosity lighting up her eyes. "Is it true that Dumbledore teaches you personally?"
Harry ran a hand through his hair, feigning nonchalance. The truth was Dumbledore had never taught him much apart from instilling a sense of self-reliance, but they didn't need to know that. "Ah, a little true, a little false. He gives me bits and pieces now and then, shows me a spell or two."
"Wow..." they said in unison, taking deep sips of their wine. Harry, with a subtle flick of his wrist, caused Hannah to spill her wine all over her dress.
"Shit," she swore, looking down in dismay.
"Language, Hannah," Harry said mockingly.
"Sorry, Harry," she replied automatically. Harry almost snorted. She was a natural sub, like most witches when you broke through their guard.
"Come on, join me in here. It's so steamy I won't be able to see anything, and there's enough room in this place for twenty of us," Harry suggested, his tone light and inviting.
"I don't know..." Hannah said, uncertainty coloring her voice. Susan just shook her head.
"Come on, I'm not going to bite. Believe me, I'm in too much pain to cause any trouble," Harry coaxed, giving them a reassuring smile.
Susan glanced at Hannah, who seemed to be wavering. "Well, it does look relaxing," Hannah admitted.
Susan sighed, her resolve crumbling. "Alright, but only because you look like you could use the company."
With hesitant movements, the girls began to undress, the steam from the bath rising to obscure their forms. Harry averted his eyes respectfully, though he couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation.
As they slipped into the water, Harry noticed the way the heat flushed their cheeks. He leaned back, making room for them. "See? Not so bad, right?"
Hannah sighed, sinking into the warm water. "This is actually really nice," she admitted, her previous hesitation melting away.
Susan nodded, her tense posture relaxing. "Yeah, it is. Thanks, Harry."
"No problem," Harry replied, lifting his glass in a toast. "To unexpected friendships and relaxing nights."
They clinked their glasses together, a sense of camaraderie growing between them. The atmosphere shifted from awkward to comfortable, as the warmth of the bath and the wine worked their magic.
"So, tell us more about your adventures," Susan prompted, genuinely interested.
Harry smiled, launching into a story about one of his more daring escapades. The night stretched on with laughter, shared stories, and a growing sense of closeness, turning what had started as an awkward encounter into a memorable evening.
"But, Auntie Amelia…" Hannah started hesitantly.
"I'm not going to see anything I wouldn't see at the beach or on those lovely days by the lake in summer at Hogwarts that all the boys pray for," Harry teased with a grin.
Hannah considered this and then nodded. "That's... that's true." She stood, taking a deep breath before pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She shimmied out of the dress, revealing her incredible body. She was blushing furiously, failing miserably to cover her enormous breasts with her hands.
Holy shit, Harry thought, they were massive. She must have been charming her Hogwarts robes to even attempt to hide them.
Hannah's breasts were bursting out at all angles, barely held in a big, bespoke bra. The material was stretched so far it looked like it might snap. Her breasts were teeming out the top, so much so that the bra, try as it might, was only really hiding her nipples.
Harry didn't attempt to hide his gaze. "You have an incredible body, Hannah. I'm blown away."
"Really?" Hannah looked delighted. "You don't think they're too big?" She attempted to palm them. "I'm always so embarrassed by them."
"Don't be silly," Harry commanded gently. "They're beautiful, just like you. You have a woman's body now, Hannah, with a woman's curves. You'll make some man very happy one day."
She blushed a deep red, a color that spread across her entire body, and murmured something like "Oh, Harry," before dipping into the huge tub, unable to meet his gaze.
Susan watched, a mix of amusement and curiosity on her face. "Well, I suppose if Hannah's brave enough..." She took a deep breath and followed suit, slipping out of her dress with more confidence than her friend. Susan's body was equally stunning, her curves more understated but no less impressive.
Harry smiled warmly at both of them. "You both look amazing. Thank you for trusting me."
Susan slid into the tub beside Hannah, the water splashing lightly. "It's not just trust, Harry. It's... well, we want to be closer to you, to understand you better."
Harry nodded, appreciating their honesty. "I want that too. It's nice to have real friends, people who understand what it's like to face challenges and come out stronger."
Hannah, now more relaxed, looked at Harry with admiration. "You've been through so much, Harry. We want to be here for you, like you've been there for everyone else."
Susan cleared her throat, catching Harry's attention. "What do you think of my body, Harry?"
She disrobed, letting the dress pool at her feet. Harry's breath caught in his throat. She shook her hair out of its ponytail, and it waved loose around her face, the motion reminiscent of a slow-motion scene from a Hollywood movie. Her red hair framed her face perfectly, bangs falling down to highlight her startling blue eyes. Her freckles dotted her skin like those of a Scottish warrior-goddess.
Then she shrugged off her robe, revealing lacy red panties that matched her hair. Gryffindor Red. Potter Red. The sight made Harry's pulse quicken.
She was busty, and he instantly understood why some boys referred to them not as the Hufflepuff Whores, but as the Hufflepuff Heavies. Though Susan wasn't as large as Hannah in the chest, she was still impressively endowed. She had an hourglass figure, and Harry found himself wanting to see her from behind, imagining what those slim hips and that terrific ass looked like.
"You look incredible, Susan," Harry said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Absolutely stunning."
Susan blushed deeply, her confidence bolstered by his words. "Really? You think so?"
Harry nodded, unable to tear his eyes away. "Absolutely. You're both amazing. I'm lucky to be here with you."
Susan smiled, sliding into the tub next to Hannah. "It's nice to hear that. We've always wanted to be closer to you, Harry."
They clinked their glasses together, the warmth of the moment enveloping them. The conversation flowed easily, the initial awkwardness fading away. They shared stories, laughed, and found a deep sense of connection that promised to last well beyond this evening.
As the night wore on, the bonds between them strengthened, creating a foundation of trust and camaraderie that would support them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
Hannah, on the other hand, had a delicious plumpness, with thick thighs and wide, child-rearing hips. She was far from fat, but he just knew she'd jiggle in all the right ways. Her blonde hair was done in a single long braided plait, making her look like a German maiden at their infamous Oktoberfest.
Soon, Harry promised himself. Whether the thrill of the hunt came from his own instincts or the memories of Tom, he reveled in it. It was all part of the game.
He gazed upon Susan unashamedly, thanking whatever deities were listening that magic seemed to enhance the appearance of witches. They were often more stunning than most Muggles. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hannah flinch as Susan disrobed. Susan had been wearing a white dress earlier that day, and it was unlikely that she'd have worn such dark red underwear beneath it. This meant she'd probably changed into new underwear—had she expected this to happen? Had Hannah realized? Susan was smarter than he thought, and that glint of intelligence in her eyes was no joke.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Hannah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry nodded, his voice softening. "Of course, it is. We're just relaxing, getting to know each other better."
Susan smiled, a confident edge to her demeanor. "Exactly. We're friends, right? Friends can share moments like this."
Harry reached out, taking both their hands in his. "I'm glad. Let's promise to support each other from now on."
They both nodded, squeezing his hands in agreement. "Deal," Susan said, her eyes shining with determination.
"Deal," Hannah echoed, her smile wide.
Harry raised his glass. "To new friendships and unforgettable nights."
They clinked their glasses together, the warmth of the moment enveloping them. The conversation flowed easily, the initial awkwardness fading away. They shared stories, laughed, and found a deep sense of connection that promised to last well beyond this evening.
As the night wore on, the bonds between them strengthened, creating a foundation of trust and camaraderie that would support them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
Harry would have to be careful. He wanted her to be his, wanted her suckling on his balls, devouring his cock, begging for his seed, those same intelligent eyes mad with lust. He wanted to paint her face white.
"Stunning, Susan. Every inch the classic beauty I imagined," he remarked, his admiration carefully concealed beneath a composed demeanor.
"But Gryffindor red?" he teased gently, noting the bold color of her dress.
"Yellow's not quite right for my skin," Susan replied with a smile, though her slightly labored breathing betrayed her nerves, despite her attempt at faux-confidence.
She glanced around the elegant ballroom, the chandeliers casting a soft glow over the swirling dancers and the murmurs of conversations blending into a gentle hum. Her hand fidgeted with the delicate lace of her gown, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake off.
"Besides, red is the color of courage, isn't it?" she added, her voice wavering ever so slightly.
He chuckled softly, a sound that echoed warmth amidst the formality of the occasion. "Indeed, it suits you perfectly. Though I must admit, I've always thought bravery looked best in silver and blue," he replied, a playful glint in his eye as he gestured to his own attire, adorned in the traditional colors of his house.
Their banter was interrupted by the approach of another guest, and Susan quickly turned her attention towards the newcomer, masking her relief at the distraction.
"Ah, there you are," the newcomer greeted with a warm smile, extending a hand towards Susan. "Care for a dance, Susan?"
Susan glanced at him, then back at her companion, a silent question lingering in her eyes. He nodded encouragingly, his smile gentle yet supportive.
"I'd be delighted," Susan replied, her nerves settling as she placed her hand in the newcomer's outstretched palm. As they drifted away into the dance, she stole a fleeting glance over her shoulder, meeting his gaze briefly across the room before they were swallowed by the swirl of music and laughter.
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