For the first time in what felt like forever Harry Potter woke before everyone else and cooked breakfast. Lily had insisted that he not do such things during the summer, that he sleep in and just enjoy his time off. During Hogwarts it was, obviously, unnecessary.
Thus, when he chose to on the day after Christmas it was with an odd sense of familiarity, and the same time happiness. He hated doing it for the Dursleys, the awful people that they were, but for his sisters?
He would happily cook breakfast for them. Recalling their meals together, the boy-who-lived began going about preparations. Neither liked coffee, preferring juice in the morning, and both seemed fond of eggs.
Eggs were good, eggs were easy, but eggs were also something they had quite often. Harry wanted this to be different, to be special even. It was because of this that a memory flashed before his eyes of a dish Petunia had forced him to learn.
Easy, cheap, but good, at least he thought it was, he hadn't been given any back then. Soon enough the skillet was hot and the sound, and aroma, of food began flowing through the rooms. Within minutes he heard the telltale stumbling of a body down steps and quickly identified it as Amaryllis. Harriet always seemed to have a bit more grace and shyness in her steps, even when half-asleep.
"Food…" the redhead mumbled before falling into one of the empty chairs.
Harry merely chuckled, "Good morning to you too sunshine."
Even with his back turned he got the odd feeling that she was flipping him the bird. Luckily, her timing was near perfect and within a few moments there were several pieces of 'French Toast' sitting on her plate complete with Syrup drizzled upon them.
The sight immediately woke the witch up, who studied the new food with interest. "What is..."
"Just try it." He encouraged, and maybe challenged a bit. Regardless his words had the correct effect, and she took a bite, chewed it for a moment, before promptly beginning to devour the rest. "Where's Harriet?" he questioned, a bit concerned she would miss the meal.
He only realized moments later that the girl was still sleeping in his room, passed out from their tryst the night before and the thoughts had his brain paying attention to something else as well. His redheaded sister's outfit, or lack thereof. It wasn't as though Amy was naked, but an oversized shirt that came down to mid-thigh and no other visible clothing didn't seem all that 'appropriate'.
Still, who was he to complain about the generous amount of toned leg he was able to sneak glances at.
Amy, with a mouth full of food, shrugged.
"Did you two talk about Riddle?" the question took him off guard, not just because of the clarity and lack of food muffling her words but also the seriousness contained in them.
It earned her a nod in return, "We did. I understand you are both concerned, truly I do, but I just have a feeling it isn't her this time."
The redhead's gaze was sharp and piercing, something he would normally not attribute to her, but was followed by a hesitant nod. "Okay, if you say so."
"That's it?"
"That's it. I trust you Harry, we both trust you. If you say she's all right, then I believe you. Still doesn't mean that I like the fact we lose you for a few days over the break."
His smile in return was warm, "We will just have to get the most out of the time we have then." He hadn't meant it to be flirtatious, at least it wasn't his first thought. Still, the way her head snapped towards his, mouth gaping as a piece of food went unnoticed on her fork.
Before he could retort, or try and laugh the awkwardness away, she replied to his statement, "Is that where Harriet is? Your room?"
Harry's own eyes widened just as hers did once the words were out in the open and she promptly snapped her jaws shut, clearly mortified at what she had just implied.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to…"
But he was quick to shake his head, "No it's okay… uh yeah she's still sleeping in I think. We uh, well last night…"
Amaryllis nodded in silent understanding, not that it took a genius to make the connection. "Did you two, you know, talk about… us?"
Her question brought back brief flashes of conversation from the previous night. Harriet had hinted at both sisters being… interested, and they had both kissed him during the summer. Still, it was better to ask and confirm rather than assume.
"I mean, she sort of mentioned you might be interested as well…"
"I am! I mean uh, yeah if you are I would be."
He smirked at her enthusiasm, "Is that why you are wearing… that?"
Amy blinked in confusion before looking down and then glancing back up at him… shyly. "Do boys… like seeing a girl's legs?"
For a moment Harry was confused, before he attempted the mental gymnastics often required of him in this life. It would be something like a boy wondering what a girl liked to see back when he was an only child.
"I… don't know about other boys, but I do, yeah."
The way she bit her lip after his response, had him shifting in place, and when she fiddled with the bottom of her shirt for a moment before slowly dragging it up set his pulse racing.
Amaryllis did have panties on, plain and simple, but it was still incredibly arousing for the boy to have her willingly exposing herself to such an extent, especially without him asking or pleading. "Wasn't sure what you had on underneath." He whispered, earning a noticeable fidget from the girl, "I am curious though…"
He almost laughed at how quickly she pulled her shirt up and over her head, but caught himself before he could embarrass or make her feel inadequate about her body.
Because she was beautiful. There was no bra underneath her shirt and her motion left her sitting at the table in just underwear, nipples erect, semi-toned figure on display. She wasn't as curvy as Harriet was, not as developed in terms of breasts either, but there was still something so incredibly erotic about her deep breaths, her dilated pupils, the way she looked at him.
Maybe it was because how he was looking at her as well.
He licked his lips, and her eyes almost bugged out of her head, "We should… go upstairs to your room." Amy nodded so quickly he thought she might make herself dizzy, but promptly stood and made her way upstairs with him close behind, a lovely view of her arse the entire way.
They barely made it into the girl's room before he was undressing. Seconds later and they were on the bed, tangled and rolling with laughter until she ended up on top. Unlike the previous night Harry quickly began to touch, because it was something he regretted not taking more advantage of with the raven-haired girl.
It was unlikely either of them would last long, why not enjoy the buildup a bit more? If the moans that escaped her mouth were any indication she certainly was.
Just as with his first time, his partner took him into her body in one motion, groaning out and almost immediately fluttering her inner walls. This time he had been ready for the sensation, for the lack of control and overriding urge to just… fuck.
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