After a simple, but still homemade, dinner the two sat down in the living area for a brief exchange of gifts. Despite her insistence that he shouldn't have bought anything for her, 'it is the adults who buy presents, not children' Grace still took the object while Harry was handed his own.
The woman received a silk scarf, and while it wasn't the highest quality or enchanted it bore their house colors and she smiled warmly at the gesture. "It's perfect, thank you Harry."
She had purchased him another outfit, one that would be worn to 'high society functions'. It was of fine quality, warmed for the winter or cooled for the summer depending upon the wearer, more importantly, at least as the professor claimed, was that it followed the latest fashion trends.
Harry, naturally, hadn't known the 'trends' even when he had been older and more involved in his own wardrobe, much less in his newer life. When Grace began pointing out subtle differences he almost immediately began to zone out, and blinked hard to stay awake earning a snort of amusement from the woman, who patted his arms and told him not to worry and that the clothing would make him look pretty.
The boy-who-lived, naturally, responded by sticking his tongue out at the witch.
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Harry had just settled down into the water with a pleased sigh when a knocking at the door interrupted his mental wanderings. He gave a yelped response, which was taken as an invitation to enter. A split second later Grace Riddle entered, giving the boy only enough time to submerge down to his chin in the bathtub as she closed the door again.
"Everything okay?" The best he could do was nod, not trusting himself with any sort of verbal response. "The water isn't too hot is it? I see you found the bubble potion."
He had, and the foamy goodness served to both completely cover the water, along with him, but also fill the air with a naturally calming scent.
Calming, until he had been given a visitor.
"I-is something wrong?" The boy-who-lived gave himself a mental pat on the back, his voice had barely cracked or squeaked.
She doesn't reply, and Harry is facing the opposing wall and thus can't even see her from his view. Her movements, however, are enough for him to know she took a seat behind him. It wasn't what he expected and if he's going to be honest with himself, something he has been struggling with for some time, he is just a pinch disappointed.
He wasn't sure what he wanted her action to be, but when her fingers weave into his hair he quickly loses all train of thought.
It feels… he isn't sure how it feels. Intimate? Sexual? Familial? Loving?
So many things and more. He had never been touched in such a way before, most forms of contact that could be considered 'nice' had been either the occasional handshake or even more rare a hug. At least until this particular winter break.
Oh, how the past week has changed things, changed everything.
Warm water, probably created with Magic, streams down his face. "Is this okay?" Riddle inquires gently, softly, and his response is a mix between a sigh and leaning his head back just a bit closer to her.
Fingers return to his scalp, a combination of massaging and deep cleaning. He leans back ever further, head almost hanging off the back of the metal cauldron. Then he noticed her shift in positioning. Curiosity getting the better of him, he blinked his eyes open, only to notice her head slightly above his own. It wasn't in his face, but she did seem to be focused elsewhere, at least until she noticed his own gaze and she promptly dropped her eyes down to meet his.
Intrigue, lust, and just a hint of guilt filled in her expression. "Just trying to sneak a peek."
He stared back in confusion, disbelief, uncertainty, and yes desire as well.
She smirked, before lowering her head in what looked to be a kiss at first only to feint at the last moment, her lips ending up on his neck instead. A few kisses up and down his throat earned a soft whimper before she paused, not leaving her place but giving just enough room for a whisper. "I suppose I could just settle for a taste instead… at least for now."
Grace Riddle's tongue met with his skin next, sending jolts of electricity through his body as she dragged it up towards his face only breaking contact when she reached his chin.
"Delicious, a shame the rest of you is submerged and… covered."
Her fingers began to roam, traveling down his neck to his exposed shoulders, but never breaking the surface of the water nor parting the protective bubbles and foam, despite how obvious she wanted to.
"Such beautiful skin, I would love to see more of it, to touch and taste more of it."
Harry couldn't help but gasp, no one had ever said such things to him, especially not in such a manner before but before hormones could override his brain any further than they already had he managed to stammer out a response. "I-I... I'm not…"
The words didn't stop her, but there was a noticeable slowing in her touch, "Not?"
He wasn't sure why the shame burned onto his face all of a sudden. Was it because of what he had already done or who he had done it with? Was it the fact he had already been with two different people in such a short amount of time, merely a few days prior?
"I'm not… a virgin…"
The silence of the room seemed to deepen until Grace broke it with a soft laugh, "I suppose your sisters finally ran out of patience hm? A pity."
"P-pity?"
She hummed, voice dipping in tone once more, "That your first time was with such inexperienced girls. After all the flirting and teasing I had hoped to receive the opportunity to show you exactly what sex can be like with someone who knows their way around the human body."
"Y-you're not…" He trailed off, voice still light and borderline pleading.
Riddle's eyes narrowed for a moment in concentration before chuckling, "Ah, you think I'm upset that someone else had you first. Far from it Harry, I always figured that those two, who are even closer than blood, would manage to seduce you before I would. Despite my best efforts I knew they would win in the end… but perhaps you can make it up to me."
His pupils dilated even more, if possible, and she smirked before lowering her lips to mere inches away from his own.
"So, how about you get out of the bath, and we go back to my room where I can take my time and explore you properly. We can have a bit of a trade as it were, you show me what I've been hinting at since last year and I'll show you what you've been missing out on by keeping your body hidden from me."
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