Chapter 65: Jealous!

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In the end, he climbed on Daphne's side. He was pretty sure that between the two girls, she wouldn't mind him sleeping beside her. Tracey could get offended but Daphne? No chance.

He lay on his side and sidled behind her. He threw his arm around her waist and held her tight. He pressed his face in her neck and silky blonde hair.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He wouldn't lie. The sensation of Daphne's soft and warm body against his was exhilarating. Particularly, the feel of her bare bum on his groin. They felt so soft and squishy.

He flushed red and hid his face in her neck and desperately wished to fall asleep. His body felt so warm and tingly.

Was he turning into a pervert like Daphne?

Definitely not. He was just enjoying the hug with his best friend. It probably was the last of the few he would ever get from her.

…Sure. Whatever makes you sleep better.

Isis' sarcastic remark didn't help in the least.

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Daphne was the first one to wake up as the first ray of lights fell through the window. She frowned when she felt two bodies sandwiching her. The last she remembered, there was only Tracey with her.

She reluctantly pulled her face away from Tracey's pillowy breasts and pushed away all the limbs surrounding her. She then turned around and laid on her other side.

She heard a soft whimper as Henry again grabbed her around the waist and pushed his face between her breasts.

Daphne stifled a gasp as his face nestled in her boobs. She was confused for a second, still not sure what the hell was going on. Then she remembered the last night and realised that she and Tracey were in his hotel room. After she silently checked that he was alright, a cheshire cat grin grew on her face.

She stifled a laugh at how Henry was hugging her, being so clingy like a monkey. His sleeping face was also just so cute. She had to stop herself from making cooing noises. She couldn't believe that Henry was being so open and had slept beside her. Usually, he was just so averse to physical affection.

She definitely wasn't complaining.

She embraced him back tightly, tucking his head under her chin and let their shared warmth lull her back to sleep.

Tracey was the next one to awake and she wasn't exactly happy seeing her naked girlfriend wrapped around a boy. She sighed and slid off the bed, standing up and crossing her arms under her impressive chest. She mildly glared at them, but an amused smile eventually broke over her face.

Was she really getting jealous of an eleven, almost twelve years old boy who wasn't even sexually active?

Yes, she was.

She huffed fondly and went into the bathroom, not waking them yet.

Henry finally awoke and felt very cosy. The heat and softness that surrounded his body was mind-blowing. He snuggled deep into this softness and instinctively squeezed what was near his hands. As the drowsiness went away, he realised where his face was and what he was fondling.

His face was buried in Daphne's big round breasts and his fingers were sinking in her curvy arse cheeks. Oh, she was absolutely naked. His face and his hands could attest to that.

He burned with embarrassment and shame. His eyes widened in fear and he hoped she wasn't awake. He chanced a look at her face. Amused blue eyes stared back at him.

"Enjoying yourself, I hope." Daphne grinned.

"Yes." Henry smiled nervously, his hands still on her bum, cupping her rear.

"Better put some distance between us, mister, if you want to avoid Tracey's wrath." She giggled and gently shoved him away so he wasn't pressed against her anymore. Henry groaned and scrambled away, burying his face in the pillow.

He wished he could die right now.

Daphne chuckled at his reaction and patted his head as she sat up.

"It's fine, Henry. I am not angry. You are young and curious. I get that. Oh, do you need me to give you that Talk?" She quipped playfully.

He really wanted to die right now.

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Tracey and Daphne sat on the sofa in the living room while Henry dragged a chair in front of them and slumped down on it. The girls shared a concerned look between them at his anxious behaviour.

It was after the whole morning fiasco. Daphne hadn't missed a single chance in teasing him about his sleep groping. And it might be just him, but she really didn't need to keep the first three buttons of her shirt open, showing an indecent amount of cleavage. Tracey had just rolled her eyes at her, but had gone with the flow, not criticising her clothing.

Though Henry's mind currently wasn't occupied by Daphne's perky chest. No, he was far more worried about the topic of conversation to even give attention to Daphne's baiting.

"Henry, is everything alright? What happened last night at the school?" Tracey questioned him gently.

That helped Henry to begin the tale. He told them everything in detail. He told them how he resurrected Dumbledore, he explained to them how he controlled his own forces and thwarted Voldemort's attack.

He even told them about the Horcruxes and Voldemort's secret that kept him alive all along. Though he didn't mention that Harry Potter himself was a horcrux. Then he revealed how he raised the enemy dead army and made them into his undead.

"Then I said goodbye to Harry and took care of a personal matter before coming back here. I saw how you were already asleep and decided to sleep myself since I was tired. I didn't want to wake you in the middle of night to explain all these." Henry finished with a sigh.

It was two minutes of silence as the girls took in the massive dose of information and digested it. Daphne was the first one to break the quietness.

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