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Harry stared at the ceiling above him, looking at the familiar pattern of shadows cast by his bedside lamp. Memories of his life with Fleur flashed through his mind. The bed was the same, the sheets still smelled of Fleur's shampoo and body wash. He buried his face in her pillow, the familiar scent overwhelming him with memories. How many nights had they spent tangled together in this bed, sated and exhausted, their sweaty limbs entwined as they drifted off to sleep?

But now, everything felt different. He couldn't shake the memory of Gabrielle's touch on his skin, the way her fingers had wrapped around him as she skillfully worked his cock, the look in her eyes when he had shot thick ropes onto her bouncing tits.

As if on cue, his gaze was drawn to the window, through which he could see the lights on in the guesthouse where Gabrielle stayed. Despite what they had done by the pool, he worried about her. She seemed so unsure of herself.

Was she right, though? Had they gone too far?

He knew he couldn't sleep without hearing from Gabrielle.

"Hey, just checking in," he texted. "Let me know you're okay."

It wasn't long before his phone buzzed with a response.

"I'm fine, Harry. Just needed some time to think. Thanks for checking."

Her message ended with a smiley emoji. Harry stared at it, trying to decipher its meaning. Gabrielle was no longer the chubby, self-conscious girl he had always known. She had blossomed into a beautiful woman who took his breath away, literally. She had changed in so many ways.

So had he. At 32, he was still learning new things about himself.

Harry's gaze drifted to the old cigar box on the dresser. He considered reading more of the letters but the weight of jet lag bore heavily on him. His mind, clouded with fatigue, wasn't capable of properly processing the contents of the letters. He had also promised to read the rest of the letters with Gabrielle. He intended to keep that promise.

With a sigh, Harry set his phone aside and turned off the bedside lamp, grateful for the soothing darkness.

It seemed like only moments had passed when Harry woke up. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. He stretched, relishing the feeling of being back in his own bed. Groggily, he reached for his phone, the weight of sleep still clinging to him. He wanted to check if Gabrielle had texted him.

Instead, a message from Fleur appeared on the screen. "Welcome back, Harry. Maybe we could meet up soon to sort out the remaining details? Hope you're doing well."

Harry read the coolly impersonal message. He still sensed Fleur's desire for their interactions to be "civil" and "cordial," which she had insisted on throughout their divorce process. She always liked to control how things played out in her life, even if she was the one bringing everything into chaos.

Still, Fleur had ended their marriage with minimal fuss. She had been fair and had given Harry no reason to feel cheated or used. Fleur was a successful real estate agent, and the division of their assets had been amicable. She had even congratulated Harry on finalizing his deal in Thailand, making no effort to include it as part of their divorce settlement.

Everything had been very civilized. Cold. Bloodless. Like the last months of their marriage.

"Sure, let's talk soon," Harry replied, suppressing a sigh. Despite the smooth divorce, resentment still simmered beneath the surface of his façade. After all, he had never wanted the divorce. It had been entirely Fleur's idea. And now he learned that his ex-wife was involved with some boy toy almost young enough to be her son? Well, that was just the shitty icing on this shitty cake.

Bitterness eats you from the inside. Let it go.

Harry took a deep breath, centering himself. What was done was done. Dwelling on the past helped no one. Fleur wasn't his enemy. She was just someone he had loved. That was over, and they had both moved on. He could handle being a rational adult around Fleur.

Fleur replied: "BTW, I know you're looking for a new car. I asked Hermione to get in touch with you. She might have something you'll like."

Since transitioning from the magical world to the Muggle one, Harry had not only started investing in the non-magical world but also embraced the convenience of Muggle technology. He discovered that Muggle entertainment had advanced far beyond the stiff confines of the magical world. He had fallen in love with television, computer games, the internet, and even automobiles. Unlike Sirius, who loved motorcycles, Harry preferred cars. It had become a practical hobby, especially since he had to meet with Muggle investors using the same means of transportation they did.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Harry replied politely, then set his phone aside.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his mind flooded with memories of Fleur and their life together. They had always talked about having children, but Fleur had consistently resisted the idea. The Pearl would have been the perfect place to raise kids. Fleur just couldn't see it.

Now, as he faced the reality of their divorce, Harry couldn't help but feel grateful that no innocent children would be caught in the crossfire of their broken marriage. There were no additional casualties, just two civilized adults who had amicably ended their relationship.

Yet, every time Harry saw families with young children laughing and playing, a pang of sadness struck his heart. The desire to be a father had secretly consumed him for years. Now, at 32 and freshly divorced, he wondered if he had missed his chance.

"Dammit," Harry muttered under his breath. Shaking off those melancholic thoughts, he rose from the bed and began to prepare for the day. He was back home and financially set for life. It was time to focus on the present and seize the opportunities that awaited him in his new life as a single man.

Gabrielle had already given him one enjoyable opportunity to explore his possibilities. There would be others. And who knows? Maybe one of those opportunities would lead to the family life he had always wanted.

As Harry buttoned his shirt, his attention was drawn to the buzzing of his phone. A text message from Gabrielle appeared on the screen.

"Hey, I made you breakfast and left it in the fridge. Loved seeing you last night and can't wait to do it again."

Harry felt a wave of relief. It seemed that Gabrielle had come to terms with the anxiety she felt last night, or at least he hoped so. Their night together still felt almost unbelievable to him. He wanted to see Gabrielle again. He wanted to deepen their connection in every way possible.

Gabrielle's thoughtfulness was also a refreshing contrast to Fleur's distant nature. Making him breakfast while he slept was a kind gesture that deeply moved him.

"Thanks, Gabrielle," he replied, his fingers gliding over the screen. "I can't wait to see you too. We still have those letters to read, right? Like two detectives solving a mystery."

He pressed send, and within seconds, her response came with another smiling emoji. A smile spread across Harry's face at the simple, almost childlike way Gabrielle responded. He realized that Gabrielle made him smile often. Even before the divorce, when he still saw her as Fleur's younger sister, Gabrielle had always been a bright spot in his life.

Entering the kitchen, Harry discovered the delightful breakfast waiting for him. Freshly sliced melon and strawberries, pieces of pineapple with cottage cheese, orange juice freshly squeezed that morning, vibrantly colored tomatoes drizzled with olive oil and sea salt. The enticing aroma of coffee filled the air.

Gabrielle had really outdone herself. Harry pulled the bacon from the warming oven and put a bagel in the toaster, appreciating the care with which she had prepared this meal.

As he ate, Harry pondered the differences between the sisters. While they shared the same striking looks, their personalities were completely different. Gabrielle's genuine warmth and kindness were a stark contrast to her bold and impulsive sister. Savoring the juicy sweetness of the melon, he felt drawn to Gabrielle's gentle nature. The way she combined raw sexuality with a tender, playful personality made for an irresistible combination.

Midway through his meal, his phone buzzed again. This time it was a message from Hermione, Fleur's best friend.

"Hey, Harry! If you're free, I'll pick you up in an hour and take you car shopping. Sound good?"

Harry recalled Hermione's stunning looks. She was a beauty who had met Fleur when they were both in the research team of the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione had been married to Ron for years before they divorced. Now, without the support of her pureblood husband, who had retaliated by spreading false rumors about her in the magical world, she, like Harry, had transitioned to the Muggle world and owned one of the most successful electric car dealerships in the area.

Like Fleur, Hermione was a knockout with a sharp intellect to match her good looks. Harry's attraction to her had always been undeniable, but her close friendship with Fleur meant their interactions remained strictly professional.

"Thanks, Hermione. See you soon," he replied.

For a moment, Harry wondered if Fleur was sending her best friend to check on him and report back, but he quickly dismissed the thought. Fleur simply didn't care enough to pull such a stunt.

Civilized. Rational. Amicable.

He shook his head sadly. As he finished breakfast, one thing was clear: he had many decisions to make now that he was home. He had no wife to consult, no partner to advise him. He was on his own. What happened next was entirely up to him.

"Look at me, I'm the captain now," he muttered to himself, sipping his coffee.

An hour later, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway snapped Harry out of his thoughts. He glanced out the window and saw Hermione stepping out of her sleek electric vehicle. She was as stunning as ever, her ample breasts and curvy figure accentuated by a tasteful yet sexy outfit that hugged her hips and left little to the imagination.

She greeted him with a warm smile as he opened the door.

To his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him, enveloping him in a tight hug. He felt her soft body press against his, and the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.

"Welcome back from Thailand," she said, finally releasing him.

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry replied, trying to ignore the growing warmth in his cheeks. "It's good to be home."

She glanced around, noticing Fleur's absence. "I haven't been here in a while. It looks a bit spartan."

"Fleur took her decorations. She always cared more about the decor than I did."

"Yes, Fleur has her own sense of style."

"Definitely."

"It looks like Gabrielle is keeping the main house in good shape."

"Yeah," Harry said. "I'm very grateful for everything Gabrielle has done while I was away."

"You look amazing, Harry. Really amazing. Even in that shirt, I can see how ripped you are."

"Thanks. Clean living and exercise."

"Indeed."

An awkward silence settled between them as they stood in the doorway. Hermione openly stared at him, her gaze appraising. Harry looked away, unable to ignore Hermione's deep cleavage.

A sudden memory flashed through Harry's mind. Early in his marriage, Fleur had once told him how she and Hermione used to share bras when they were in the team together. They both wore the same size, 32DD. It was oddly intimate knowing this detail about Hermione, like a secret he shouldn't be privy to.

He cleared his throat and looked away, but Hermione seemed to relish the moment. She raised an eyebrow, a crooked smile playing on her full lips.

"You know, this is the first time we've been alone at The Pearl without Fleur," she remarked casually.

"Is it?"

Harry hadn't realized it, but now that she mentioned it, he couldn't recall any instance of spending time with Hermione post-war that didn't also involve Fleur. The realization made his pulse quicken.

"Harry," she said, her tone softening. "I've missed you. I'm really glad you're back."

Her words caught him off guard. They had been close at Hogwarts, but after her marriage to Ron, they had drifted apart, so hearing Hermione express such feelings surprised him. He wondered if there was more to their relationship than he had previously thought.

"Thanks, Hermione. That means a lot to hear," he managed, feeling a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty.

"Come on," she said, gesturing to her car. "Let's get you a new car."

As they walked outside, Hermione promised to get him a great deal on a vehicle that would perfectly suit his needs.

He couldn't help but tease her. "And how do you propose I repay your generosity?"

She shot him a smoldering look, desire flickering in her brown eyes. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something."

Harry's heart raced as he followed her to the car, his gaze drawn to her luscious ass straining against her tight skirt. Suddenly, he realized Hermione wasn't wearing any panties, and his arousal only grew. His mind raced, conjuring all sorts of images as he playfully wondered what kind of test drive Hermione might offer today.

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