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patreon.com/pandorastories He thought he had found "the one." Kate was everything he wanted in a girl. She had not only a sweet disposition but also an intelligence that moved him to his very soul. She was beautiful, but what set her apart from others was that she didn't care about constantly satisfying her own vanity. Everything about her was harmonious and fit into his vision of an ideal partner.
So it was a shock to him when she decided to break up with him. Kate was a year older than him, and their paths crossed during their second year at Hogwarts at a Dueling Club meeting. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He knew a girl as exceptional as her was out of his league, but their shared involvement in school work allowed him to get closer to her and win her heart with his charm just before finishing school.
Their relationship lasted a year, during which their bond evolved and strengthened after his studies at Hogwarts. They engaged in mutual affection, but it didn't progress beyond that, even though deep down, he wanted more. Kate was a devout person and decided to wait until marriage, which was not an obstacle for him until she told him her decision. Sitting in front of him on his knees, she said, "I'm finishing my internship at the ministry this year, and they want to send me on a mission to Africa." Her face expressed apologies as she pushed a box of tissues towards him. "It will be for two years, and it wouldn't be good for you to wait. I think it's best if we end this before it goes too far."
His reaction wasn't pretty, but he managed to keep calm and end their relationship on amicable terms. The first thing he did after leaving her apartment was to delete her phone number and block her profile on social media. He knew that if he didn't cut off all contact with her, he might reach out to her in a weak moment, and that would be unbearable for his pride.
Instead of going straight home, he wandered around the city in his car for over an hour, allowing himself to drown in powerful doses of music. Now that he thinks about it, he became so saturated with Muggle culture through Kate that it would be difficult for him to live without it. He played more songs at full volume, trying to drown out thoughts of Kate, which still accompanied him. As the fuel gauge in his car dangerously approached zero, he decided to stop at the nearest gas station to refuel. The emaciated woman behind the counter didn't even look up from her phone when he called for the goods he had ordered. He waited patiently for a moment, and when the merchandise finally appeared on the counter, he quickly slipped it into a black bag. Then, with relief, he returned to his car, which he had parked nearby.
Good alcohol was quite rare in these parts, and he didn't want to import such a simple indulgence. That's why he thanked his lucky stars. He knew that at home, there were untouched stocks of Firewhisky, but when he found out what magical alcohol was made of, he never even touched butterbeer again.
Planning to spend the night drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he slowly drove towards home. For a moment, he wondered whether to park by the river or at the foot of the hill, but the thought of sleeping in his car, and worse, driving drunk, didn't sound even remotely appealing. In the end, he decided to go back home.
As he drove up the driveway, he noticed a light on the top floor of the building, indicating that his mother was still upstairs reading a book. Things had become increasingly awkward at home since his parents' loud divorce. His dad had abandoned the family, running away with his secretary to France, leaving his mother with a broken heart and in shambles.
He had suggested that Harry move in with them to their new apartment, but he decided to stay here to finish his magical education in a place he knew. At first, his mother harbored resentment towards him, seeing in his face a reflection of his father every time she looked at him. Nonetheless, he did everything in his power to help her survive those difficult years. His older sister Rose turned out to be useless, being a rebellious teenager for whom her mom was the last person she wanted to be friends with. In such a situation, Harry remained his mother's only support.
Grabbing his bag of snacks and alcohol, he rolled the trash bins onto the side yard and made sure the garage was locked. Then he headed inside and put the bottle in the freezer after pouring himself a large glass.
He sat at the kitchen table staring at the amber liquid in his second glass when the stairs creaked. Looking up, he found his mother hand-cleaning the kitchen and trying to train his eyes away from her curves, but with the alcohol, the effects lasted longer than he intended. "Chin up, mate," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye and a radiant smile on her lips as she gracefully and lightly filled a glass with water from the fridge. She deftly looked behind her, catching a glimpse of his gaze fixed on her round, shapely buttocks. Her satisfied look betrayed that she wasn't even remotely upset; rather, she was enjoying his reaction.
"I'm sorry," he muttered softly, a little embarrassed, allowing his gaze to return to the table, focusing on the glass of whisky in front of him.
"Harry, is something wrong?" she asked with a clear concern in her voice, approaching the table and gently placing her hand on his shoulder. He flinched at her touch, convinced that his emotions were as readable as an open book. "Sweetheart... tell me about it."
She decided to sit on the chair next to his, and her face took on seriousness as she pushed the whisky glass away. When he reached out and determinedly pulled it back, she didn't try to stop him, just let out a quiet sigh and waited for him to open up.
"Kate broke up with me," he confessed plainly, without emotion or change in tone of voice, and she made a sympathetic sound before immediately reaching for him to pull him into a warm embrace.
That warm, loving embrace briefly chased away the loneliness that had taken hold of his heart. But then he became aware of her massive breasts pressing against him, and with a slight embarrassment, he pulled away from her embrace. Mom looked at him with concern and then patted him comfortingly on the hand.
"Tell me what happened," her gentle words made him recount the whole story, and the whisky he drank made it easier to be truthful.
He started with the events of that night, but the more he spoke, the more memories he brought up from the depths of his soul. He told her about how they met, how he initially thought Kate was out of his league, how she had been a friend for years but at the end of her studies at Hogwarts, he took the plunge and after a week of innocent flirting, she agreed to go on a date with him. Their relationship developed quickly, and their shared interests meant that they spent more and more time together.
They shared the same passions. After an argument with Ron, she introduced him to Muggles entertainment, and when he said he missed Quidditch, it turned out that he didn't miss the sport anymore. He loved everything she did, especially TV shows and computer games. They were both big fans of RPG games, and Kate was even more of a nerd than he was when it came to this type of entertainment. He thought everything was perfect - that they would eventually get married, start a family, have kids, and their own house. "Did she give you any warning that she was leaving?" Mom asked with clear concern, furrowing her brow and looking at him with an investigative gaze.
"She never mentioned it before today," he replied, shrugging his shoulders with a sense of helplessness. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Mom hugged him warmly, and he gratefully accepted her warm embrace, feeling her nurturing warmth envelop his body.
The embrace lasted longer than necessary, but he didn't complain because at that moment, his mother's comfort was much needed. When she pulled away, there were spots of color on her cheeks and wrinkles on her thick, expressive lips. "I'm going to dinner with some of my girlfriends tomorrow. Why don't you come along? Get your mind off things," she said with a cherubic smile that always made him feel better, and winked. "My treat. What do you say?"
"Okay," he nodded, though not entirely sure it was a good idea. Going out was the last thing he wanted to do, but he couldn't refuse that smile anything. Mom was excited about the spa and pulled him away from his thoughts, flipping through a colorful brochure and reading through it as he finished his whiskey, trying to immerse himself in the planned program.
"And next week, we're going to some steam baths that are out of this world. They're modeled after Japanese onsens, I believe. And the masseuses are amazing. They have real Swedish women!" she enthused.
"Instead of fake ones?" he couldn't help the comment, and Mom swatted his arm, feigning outrage.
"Don't be cheeky, you'll like it," she said, her lips twitching into a sly grin as she looked at him through her long, dark lashes that gave her face sharpness. "Just don't fall too hard for my friend Julia. She can be a handful."
"My roommate from Hogwarts, one of them. She's in town for a week, and Bellatrix will be hanging with us." "Are they staying here?"
Mom snorted with derision and stood up to put her glass away. "You know your sister would never stand for that. She'd be insufferable the whole time."
He watched her leave and wanted to argue the last point, but his mom and sister had been bitter enemies since Rose turned fifteen. Now, at seventeen, Rose was maturing, and he suspected she regretted her behavior, but they'd become so cold to each other that he didn't think anything could thaw that rift.
After cleaning up in the kitchen, he stumbled back to his bedroom and drifted into a blissful, dark nap. He woke up with a wet pillow, drool on his lips, and a head that felt stuffed with cotton. Harry groaned as memories from the previous day rushed in, curling up in his blankets. Kate was the worst, but flashes of his conversation with Mom made his face burn. He hadn't been too drunk, but the whiskey had gone to his head. He'd told her everything about their relationship, including his frustration with the lack of sex life. And if he remembered correctly, he'd confessed much more than he should have.
Mom left for work early, so it was easy to avoid her, but avoiding his sister was harder. When he stepped out of the shower, Rose was waiting to get in.
"Mom told me what happened with Kate. I'm sorry, Harry," she frowned.
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"
"Yeah, and you won't have any trouble finding someone else." She shook her head and tossed her towel onto the sink as he passed her at the door. "I never really liked Kate much. She always struck me as a tease. She didn't treat you like a good girl should."
"I mean, she was okay," he said, not quite sure why he wanted to defend her, but making the argument halfway.
Rose gave a scoff of derision. "You're like a first-year trying to join the Quidditch team, Harry." She shook her head. "Now you can finally enjoy your freedom. Date a few girls, make a few mistakes. I know I did, and I don't regret any of them."
"Not really my style," he said, and she nodded.
"I didn't think so, but a girl can dream, right?" Rose gave him a wink as she swung the door closed, but when he turned to walk back to his room, he registered that the door hadn't clicked shut.
Turning to close it, he caught Rose's reflection in the steamed-up mirror, and his mouth went dry as she pulled her shirt and sports bra over her head. He shouldn't have been staring at his sister's topless form, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Short and curvy, Rose was built like a younger version of his mom, and he couldn't help but recall his nocturnal fantasies of handling her ample breasts. Her pale, swollen nipples barely moved as she bent down to pull on her yoga pants. For a moment, her long blonde hair obscured her nudity, then she stood up, and he saw that she was cleanly shaven.
"That could have lasted longer."
His eyes met Rose's in the mirror, and his cheeks burned with heat, but she wasn't glaring. Apologizing, he hurried back down the hallway and threw himself into his room, trying to forget the mocking smirk he'd seen. Forgetting about his sister's gorgeous figure was harder, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on it, even as the stiffness stretched out his shorts and he was forced to tuck them into his waistband. Harry finished cooking his dozen-egg omelet and was about to eat when Rose entered the kitchen, bouncing down the stairs in her workout clothes. "Heading to the gym with Daphne," she said as she swung by him and grabbed the pitcher of ice-cold water from the fridge. "Want us to grab you a burrito when we're done?"
"I won't be back from practice until noon," Harry replied, avoiding her gaze.
But Rose insisted and leaned in, pressing her large, firm ass against the counter. "We can wait for you," she said, poking his shoulder with a long nail. "Daphne's parents are bigwigs, you know. The whole family's obsessed with Quidditch."
"And so?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.
Rose let out an exasperated sigh. "I know you prefer to ignore interpersonal matters, Harry, but this is important. People like the Greengrass can make or break your career...any career. A fresh-faced rookie starting out on a team is a big deal, and if this is what you want to do, her parents could help you connect with agents, PR offices, whatever."
Harry sighed and pushed the pan into the sink. It had been an ongoing argument between him and Rose ever since he tried to join the Gryffindor school team. With madness at home, he missed out on his younger and older years at Hogwarts, but staying fit was a kind of religion for him, and it turned out he had a valuable set of skills. Trained as a seeker when he was younger, he could block and fight with the best of them, like Krum, and catching the snitch came easily.
"Listen, I appreciate it," he tried to assure her, "but I haven't played in a real game yet. I could suck. I can't plan on this being my career."
"You don't suck," Rose smiled. "And you know it. You'll pass everyone and win the game quickly after catching the snitch. Don't think otherwise." She pointed her finger at him, her face serious, then flashed a cheeky grin before turning to walk away.
"Twelfth, don't be late and don't take a shower after practice," grabbing the door frame, she turned back and winked at him. "Dirt and sweat never make a person less attractive."
Harry rolled his eyes at Rose's indignation as he sat down to eat his breakfast. Since the divorce, she loved to push buttons in every possible way, so he stifled it down and pushed her out of his mind. After finishing, he cleaned up and headed to practice. One of the perks of being stuck in practice all day was that it kept Harry's mind occupied. It was hard to dwell on his heartbreak when he was dripping with sweat and trying not to puke from exertion. With their summer conditioning in full swing, that's exactly how he spent most of his morning.
After practice, some of his teammates planned on heading to a nearby pizza place to sneak in a few beers, but Harry declined and headed home. Running drunk and puking down the side of a mountain didn't sound appealing to him. When one of his teammates asked where he was rushing off to, Harry grinned and told him he had lunch and two pretty girls waiting for him. The teammate shook his head, "Dude, some guys have all the luck."