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patreon.com/pandorastories As he lay on his bed, Harry couldn't help but think about what had just happened with Daphne. He couldn't believe he had let himself be seduced by his sister's friend, but the memory of her skilled mouth on his cock still sent shivers down his spine. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of pride that he had made such a desirable woman go weak in the knees.
As he got up to shower and get ready for dinner, Harry's thoughts turned to his ex-girlfriend Kate. He had always known she was a devout member of the religious group at Hogwarts, but he had never expected it to come between them so strongly. It was frustrating to think about, but Harry tried to push the thoughts from his mind as he washed away the sweat from his workout.
When he got to the restaurant, his mom and her friends were already seated at a table, chatting and laughing. Harry sat down and tried to join in, but his mind kept drifting back to Daphne and the things they had done earlier that day. He wondered if he would see her again, if she would be interested in him beyond a one-time fling.
As the night wore on, Harry found himself getting increasingly drunk, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. It wasn't until he stumbled out of the restaurant and into his car that he realized how drunk he really was. He managed to make it home safely, but he knew he had made a mistake. He should have never let Daphne seduce him, and he should have never let himself get so drunk.
The next morning, Harry woke up with a splitting headache and a feeling of regret. He knew he had to make things right with Kate and try to move on from his reckless behavior. It wasn't going to be easy, but Harry was determined to do better in the future.
Harry grumbled, "I think I'll stay in tonight," as he tossed his arm over his eyes, blocking out the hallway light. His mother, however, sank onto the bed and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Harry, we talked about this," she said, "You're just going to feel worse if you mope around the house. Trust me, I've done enough of that over the years since your father left." Harry scowled at her, but couldn't help the expression when she gave him a lovely smile.
"Come on, get up. Bellatrix will never forgive me if you're not there tonight," his mother said, winking at him before standing up and smoothing her skirt. "I'm taking this to the laundry. It's starting to smell like sweat. Did you talk to your sister today?"
"Uhh yea," Harry replied, feeling awkward as he thought about his afternoon with Rose and her friend.
"She wanted tickets to your game next week, but I told her she had to ask you. I don't deal with her if I can avoid it," his mother wrinkled her nose at his expression, shook her head and swung out of the room. "Make sure you wear the nice clothes we got you this summer!"
Heading out was the last thing Harry wanted to do, especially with his mother's divorced friends. Bellatrix was a lovely woman, but he had no patience for her lingering gazes tonight, and he didn't know Julia, other than what his mother had mentioned. He guessed she was another wealthy divorcée with highbrow tastes and a habit of traveling the world.
Still, getting out and being social would pull his thoughts out of the depressive spiral they fell into when he lay in bed alone, so he took a shower and put on the clothes, noticing his shoulders starting to strain. Harry found his mother dressed and ready downstairs with a glass of pinot in her hand, looking stunning in a blue dress with a plunging neckline and a slit on one side that showed off the breathtaking angle of her tanned legs. "Don't you look handsome!" she beamed as Harry descended the stairs, straightening up to adjust his coat and collar before nodding his head in approval. "The girls will be eating you up."
"Thanks," Harry blushed, forcing his eyes to meet hers. His mother then sighed, "Damn!" before bending to adjust her heel. She reached out and grabbed his arm for balance, pulling it to her side and giving him a delightful view down her cleavage. Harry swallowed hard as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra, and her ample breasts were free, and he could only see the outline of her large areola against the fabric. Then she stood and flashed him a dimpled smile.
"All set!"
Hooking her arm in his, his mother led him outside to the waiting UBER, telling him all about her friend's obsession with the team.
"Narcissa was a cheerleader and never forgot her roots," she laughed. "She's been going to games since before you were born. Her mom was a major fan before her, and they had box seats."
Harry Potter stared out the window as she continued, only half listening. His thoughts wandered to Kate and then to Daphne and their wild afternoon encounter. Shifting in his seat, he still wasn't sure how to feel about it, and spinning it around in his mind wasn't getting him anywhere.
"Is something bothering you, Harry? You seem very pensive today. Is it Kate?"
"It's not her," Harry gave a bitter chuckle and shook his head, not wanting to explain, but she let the silence linger and he found himself filling it. "Something happened to me today and... I don't know how I should feel about it."
"What was it?" When he shook his head, his mom made a sound of irritation in the back of her throat. "You know you can tell me anything, Harry. We've always been close." Harry glanced at the driver, and his mom let out an exasperated sigh and leaned in so close that she was pressed against him. "She can't eavesdrop on us." He could feel the wine of her breath mixed with the scent of her herbal and flowery shampoo. "Now, what is it? Did Rose... do something?"
Something in her tone made him look up, and she searched his face, reading what was written on it. "She did," his mom shook her head and swore softly. "And she promised she wouldn't."
"Rose didn't do anything," Harry interjected quickly, before adding. "Not directly... I don't know, Mom. Just forget it."
"I won't," she breathed, her hand gripping his, fingers kneading his body as she pleaded for him to continue. "I can't help you if you don't open up to me, darling. Tell me what's troubling you."
"It started when I came home for lunch," he began, and to his horror, the whole story spilled out of him.
He kept the most salacious details to himself, but he found himself admitting more than he wanted to. Including how much he loved the pleasure Daphne gave him and how hot the whole thing was. It was combined with his sense of guilt about the encounter and how quickly it happened after his breakup and ultimately ended with what Daphne said and his suspicions about the nature of their relationship.
"I can't say I'm surprised," his mom said, her lips pursed in a tight frown. "That girl has always had an unhealthy obsession with Rose, but you can't let their relationship dictate how you behave."