"What's up with you?"
When he got up close to noon the next day, Ron couldn't help asking the question from his soul when he noticed Harry's legs were as wobbly as overcooked noodles.
In the morning, the whole Weasley clan had already left the Black Family Mansion, leaving only the youngest son Ron, plus the two twins who were still shamelessly hanging around.
So Harry didn't really feel that awkward; after all, not that many people were seeing him in this state.
Little Sirius, on the other hand, saw Harry's weak-kneed look and let out a playful whistle.
"Looks like my godson's become a man, hasn't he?" he asked with a grin. "So? Any thoughts? For example—how does it feel to finally be a grown-up?"
"Ahem, ahem," Harry coughed twice, trying to cover his embarrassment. "It's actually nothing much. Food—got anything to eat? I'm kind of hungry."
"Oh, you definitely need to nourish that body." Little Sirius waggled his eyebrows and left the sitting room, planning to head to the kitchen and have Kreacher prepare something nutritious to help Harry recuperate.
Ron was utterly confused. He had no idea what these two were encrypting their conversation about.
"What are you talking about?" His face was full of black-guy-question-marks.jpeg.
"Nothing." Harry reached out and patted Ron, saying with some meaningful weight, "Give it a few years and you'll understand—though honestly, I don't think it'll take you that long."
Leaving Ron standing there pondering what on earth that meant, Harry picked up his teacup and walked into the dining room.
Vivi had already left the Black Family Mansion this morning. She'd left a letter on the bedside table for Harry.
The gist of it was telling Harry to rest up, get some nutrients in him, and that she'd come by again when she had some free time.
Harry scratched his head, still feeling a little like last night hadn't been enough.
It was also his first time on the bridal sedan chair—as in, his first time ever—so the way he was getting addicted this fast was pretty much human nature.
He was still thinking about it while he ate.
How was Vivi's waist that small…
Especially from behind—absolutely mind-blowing.
Last night, Vivi was the one who took the initiative at first.
But as a high-offense glass-cannon big sister, after finishing one round with Harry she completely lost her offensive power, and ended up being totally pinned down by Harry, offense and defense swapping sides.
"What are you thinking about?"
Little Sirius walked over with the food and set it down in front of Harry.
"Perfectly normal stuff." He very quickly read exactly what was on his godson's mind from his expression. He just patted him on the shoulder and went on, "But you're still young—and I don't mean mentally, I mean physically. You're not really suited for high-intensity… mm, you know."
"Okay, I get it. Thanks, Little Sirius." Harry accepted his Godfather's advice; after all, this was the real veteran on the battlefield of love.
Little Sirius patted his godson's shoulder and left him to it.
That afternoon, Cassandra arrived at the Black Clan's old mansion.
The moment she stepped into the house, she felt like something was off.
But she couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly.
At that moment, she still had no idea Vivi had already stolen a march on her and "stolen the house."
That night, when Vivi came to the Black Family Mansion and saw Cassandra there, she was clearly a bit disappointed.
Hmph…
With Cassandra here, she couldn't… do that with Harry again tonight.
Was Harry disappointed? …Well, yeah, a little; but the biggest problem in front of him right now clearly wasn't how to kick Cassandra out and pick things back up with Vivi, but how to talk Cassandra around too and get her to join the battle party with Vivi.
Wouldn't that be beautiful?
However, what Harry didn't expect was that around midnight, Vivi snuck into his bedroom again.
"Are you insane!" Harry stared at the beauty straddling him, pupils contracting as he hissed under his breath, "Cassandra's right next door! How can you… how dare you just sneak in like this…"
"Or what?"
Vivi pressed one hand to Harry's chest, tossed her small head, flicking her hair to one side, then reached up and undid the buttons of her blazer, revealing the tight white shirt underneath.
"Maybe…"
As soon as she said that, Vivi arched her graceful neck like a swan struck by an arrow and let out two soft cries.
Under Harry's stunned gaze, she lowered her head, cheeks flushed.
"Like this? Give Kathy a bit of a sense of participation?"
Harry held it in for ages before forcing out, "You've really lost your mind…"
"Even if I have, it's only for you." Vivi shot Harry a bewitching wink.
Just as she leaned in to press herself down on him, she heard Harry's last sentence.
"Leave the shirt on, and put your glasses on!"
…
Cassandra felt like she'd just had a nightmare—a long, long nightmare.
In the dream, she was shocked to discover that Harry had already been completely eaten clean by that wicked woman.
The worst part was, the two of them were fooling around while deliberately throwing provocative looks in her direction.
She woke up from sheer anger; when she did, her broad, flat chest was still heaving violently.
This was bullying, plain and simple…
She lifted her eyes to the window; it was the middle of the night.
Maybe…
That woman was in Harry's bedroom right now?
The more Cassandra thought about it, the more wrong it felt. She decided she had to do something.
So she flipped back the covers, slipped on her slippers, and walked to the door.
Then she tiptoed to Harry's door and pressed her ear against it…
No—what is that sound?!
Furious beyond belief, she shoved the door open, just in time to see the exact same scene she'd dreamt about.
Especially when the two of them turned their heads together and flashed provoking smiles right at her…