Emeralds and Ashes Ch. 31

The tension in Harry’s chest began to ebb as he descended the Grand Staircase, his mind set on the one place he could find solace tonight. The Marauder’s Map tucked in his robes had guided him well, its ink tracing out the familiar routes to the Slytherin dormitories. Under his Invisibility Cloak, he moved soundlessly, avoiding both students and patrolling professors with practiced ease. His mind churned, but the thought of Narcissa and Bellatrix awaiting him steadied his tumultuous thoughts.

He slipped through the concealed entrance of the Slytherin common room and found it almost empty. His eyes searched for a particular greasy head but could not spot him anywhere. Pushing the dour bastard out of his mind, Harry turned to the alcove that led to the dormitories, climbing the steps until he reached his destination.

With the cloak’s concealment magic working perfectly, Harry slowly pushed the door to their room and discreetly stepped inside, pulling it close behind himself. As he walked into the room, he could hear the faint murmur of their voices behind the bathroom door, and he pulled the cloak over himself, putting it away in one of his pockets. He almost called out for them when he heard his name, and curiosity got the better of him. Slowly, he made his way over to the bathroom door and listened intently, his ears peeled.

Inside the bathroom, Bellatrix was lying relaxed in the bathtub that was filled with enchanted water that soothed her skin and washed away all the impurities from her body. Her legs rested one over the other on the edge of the bathtub and so did both her arms. The rest of her body was hidden beneath the bubbly surface, and she cut an alluring figure with her long legs displayed along with the upper half of her breasts as she twirled a curly strand of her raven hair around her finger, the rest of her hair pulled up in a bun and held in place by her curved walnut wand.

Her signature smirk was firmly in place as she gazed at her twin who stood in front of the long mirror, with only her towel wrapped around her curvaceous frame. The thick and soft fabric strained against both her bust and rear, hiking up slightly to display her thighs and legs in all their glory. Like her twin, the upper halves of her breasts were also visible beyond the edge of the towel, and she stood, gazing at herself in the mirror as she prepared for bed. Her face was set in composed exasperation as she listened to her twin’s animated prattle.

“I’m telling you, Cissy, there’s just something so…” Bellatrix paused dramatically, her voice sultry as she tapped her finger against her lips, “so delicious about Harry when he’s all broody and intense. That look he gets in his eyes… like he’s just daring the world to come at him. Merlin help me, I’d let him ruin me right there on the bloody Quidditch pitch.”

“Bella,” Narcissa sighed, a mixture of disbelief and amusement flickering across her face. “You can’t possibly say things like that out loud. You’re incorrigible.”

“Oh, hush,” Bellatrix replied, dismissing her twin’s halfhearted reproach with a wave of her hand, her grin widening. “It’s just you here. What do I have to hide from you? And don’t act like you don’t see it too. The man’s practically dripping with raw, unrestrained power. You’ve got to admit it’s sexy. And that confidence—ugh. He could command me to do anything, and I’d—”

"Stop right there," Narcissa interrupted, holding up a hand. "I don't need a mental image of you and Harry in some weird scenario that you've concocted in that deranged little brain of yours.”

Outside the bathroom, Harry’s eyes widened slightly but he kept listening, his mood improving substantially.

“Deranged?” Bellatrix asked in mock offense, and it was so exaggerated that Harry had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing out loud. “Cissy, darling, you wound me. You should embrace my creativity! Speaking of which..." She leaned closer, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper which was still loud enough to carry beyond the closed door. "I've been thinking of ways to, shall we say, enhance our quality time with him when we finally cross that line.”

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”

“Oh hush,” Bellatrix shushed her sister as she continued, “it’s only a matter of time anyway. I know you’ve thought about it as well. How good your first time would be. And we both come as a package deal, meaning double the fun!”

Outside the door, Harry could not help but let his imagination go.

Narcissa could only shake her head in disbelief, though her lips twitched in amusement. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. With you, no less.”

“Hey now! We might be twins, but we’re soon to be sister-wives, right?”

“Aren’t you jumping the gun here, Bella?” Narcissa asked with a chuckle. “We might be couples, but we’ve not discussed marriage yet.”

“Come on, Cissy. Harry loves us, and we love him. There’s no way we’re not getting married,” Bellatrix grinned wistfully. Her voice took on a lecherous tone once again as she continued, “Now then, think about how we can improvise when the time comes. Maybe some enchantments? Kinks and fetishes? Something fun to spice things up a bit.”

“I really can’t believe this is happening right now,” Narcissa remarked.

"Well, believe it," Bellatrix said, her grin widening. "And you can't convince me you're not thinking the exact same thing. You just have a reputation to maintain, Miss 'I'm-So-Demure.' Let me guess—you're imagining him reading to you by candlelight before he ravishes you in the moonlight or some nonsense.”

Narcissa's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, but she rolled her eyes. "Hardly. Unlike you, I'm not a walking innuendo. I appreciate him for his mind, Bella. His loyalty. His strength. He's thoughtful, kind—“

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Cissy!" Bellatrix exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "You can't convince me you didn’t see that he's built like a bloody Greek god! And hung like one as well! Merlin, that cock of his…”

Narcissa pressed a hand to her temple, clearly torn between exasperation and laughter. "You're impossible.”

"And you love me for it," Bellatrix said, her voice softening as she leaned back. "Speaking of our love, I'll bet Harry's wandering around brooding right now, thinking about how he can save the world and take care of us at the same time. Honestly, it's adorable. Tragic, but adorable.”

Outside the door, Harry felt an unexpected warmth spread through him, melting away some of the ice that had encased his heart. They had not known each other for that long, but in their own unconventional ways, both Bellatrix and Narcissa understood him like no other. While the former was outrageous and frankly hilarious, Narcissa was quiet and grounding, keeping him level-headed. Both the witches had a strange way of settling the storm that surged inside him.

He shifted his attention back to them when Bellatrix sighed dramatically. "But really, Cissy, if we're being honest, what I'd like most is for him to just let loose for once. You know, forget all his bloody responsibilities and just... " She trailed off, gesturing vaguely but suggestively, forming a circle with her thumb and index finger while inserting the other middle finger through. "We'd make sure to give him so much pleasure that he’d never forget it. He’d never regret taking his mind off everything that’s going on.”

Narcissa gave her twin a long-suffering look, though her small smile betrayed her fondness for her. "Maybe you should keep those thoughts to yourself until he's actually here. Tell him yourself what you want him to do. Can you imagine if he overheard any of this?”

Harry took that moment to make his presence known. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. The sound echoed around the bathroom like a bang, and both women froze.

Bellatrix jerked and straightened quickly, her eyes wide as she gazed at Harry, uncaring of how exposed she was to him. Meanwhile, Narcissa’s head whipped around, her usually composed demeanor shattering entirely. Naked and hidden behind bubbles and a towel respectively, both women stared at Harry in shock.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Harry said, slowly stepping inside the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. “I was just enjoying listening to your little chat about us.”

A small smirk appeared on his face that matched the one on Bellatrix’s face who comfortably leaned back into the bathtub, biting her index finger sultrily between her teeth as she gazed back at him.

She let out a chuckle, eyeing him. “Well, well, well! Look who’s been eavesdropping. You sneaky little devil.”

Narcissa, for her part, looked torn between mortification and resignation. "Harry," she began, her tone reproachful, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. "How long have you been there?”

"Long enough," Harry replied, his smirk widening as he looked between them. "Long enough to know that you two have very... creative imaginations.”

Bellatrix grinned wickedly. "Oh, darling, you haven't heard the half of it. Care to… join in and let us show how creative us twins can be?”

Narcissa almost groaned, but any response was cut off when Bellatrix pushed herself to her feet. Bubbles and water droplets cascaded down her chest, traveling over the twin peaks before they dropped off the tips of her nipples. They slid down between the valley of her tits and all over her sides, slowly trailing down her sinful curves teasingly as she stood in the bathtub in all her naked glory. Slowly, before both their eyes, she stepped out of the bathtub and stood in front of Harry, unabashed and proud.

For his part, Harry was hungrily taking in the sight that Bellatrix was. His eyes lingered on her sensual curves, his fingers twitching as he longed to reach out and touch her in all the ways he could. Bellatrix watched with satisfaction as his eyes raked over her form and she shivered in place, a tingle of pleasure shooting through her core at the intensity of his gaze. His desire was palpable, inflating hers, and involuntarily, her toes curled.

“You’re looking at me as if you’ve never seen me like this before,” she said in a sensual whisper before her eyes shifted to her twin who stood there, her lips parted and her eyes slightly wide.

The tension in the room thickened, the steam emanating from the bath intensifying the heat between the three of them. Harry’s jaw tightened as he fought to keep his composure, though his emerald gaze never left Bellatrix. She stood before him like a victorious temptress, her posture defiant and proud as she reveled in his attention.

“You’ve got a way of making it seem new every time, Bella,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, though his hands clenched at his sides to keep from acting on the urge to close the distance between them.

Bellatrix’s grin widened, satisfied by the effect she had on him. She stepped closer, the barest sway of her hips sending water droplets scattering to the floor. She raised a hand, trailing her damp fingers from Harry’s upper belly and up his chest. The touch sent a shiver down his spine and so did the little proximity between them.

“Flatterer,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress. “Though I must admit, I do enjoy how attentive you are.”

“Bella,” Narcissa interrupted, her tone sharp but laced with a weariness that was borne out of the fact that this wasn’t the first time she’d had to rein her twin in, although it had never happened in the setting they now found themselves in. “Could you at least have the decency to dry off before attempting to seduce him?”

Bellatrix turned her head toward her twin, her errant curls swaying as she did. “Decency is overrated, Cissy. Besides,” she said, gesturing toward Harry without breaking her stride, “our man here doesn’t seem to mind.”

Narcissa sighed, clutching her towel tighter around herself, though her lips twitched as though she was fighting back a smile. “He’s being polite. Harry, tell her she’s being insufferable.”

Harry glanced at Narcissa, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “She’s always insufferable. But I don’t think that’s something I’d want her to change.”

Bellatrix laughed, a rich, throaty sound, and turned her attention back to Harry. “See? He gets his Bella perfectly.”

“And yet,” Narcissa said, stepping closer, her light blonde hair gleaming in the soft light, “he also knows when and how to rein you in. Isn’t that right, Harry?”

Harry’s gaze flicked to Narcissa, the faintest of smirks playing on his lips. “I think I know when to pick my battles.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes, though her expression softened. “A wise answer.”

Bellatrix tilted her head, studying her sister with a gleam in her eye. “You’re awfully flushed for someone playing the voice of reason, Cissy. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’re clutching that towel as if your life depends on it. You can let it drop, you know? It’s not as if you’re hiding anything he’s not seen before.”

“I’m flushed,” Narcissa said coolly, though her voice was tinged with faint embarrassment, “because this room feels like a sauna, thanks to you.”

“Of course,” Bellatrix said with mock seriousness, stepping aside to make an exaggerated sweeping gesture. “Would you like to cool off, dear sister? The bath is all yours.”

Narcissa’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“And what’s that?” Bellatrix asked innocently, though her smirk gave her away.

Harry chuckled, breaking the standoff between the two. “I think we can all agree that Bella enjoys making things difficult for everyone.”

“Guilty as charged,” Bellatrix said unabashedly, crossing her arms under her tits, pushing them up together, and shifting her weight to one hip. Harry couldn’t have looked away even if he’d tried.

Her confidence radiated from her, but the sharpness of her teasing softened as she glanced between Harry and Narcissa. “But that’s what makes life interesting, isn’t it?”

Narcissa shook her head, but a faint smile tugged at her lips. “If by ‘interesting’ you mean exhausting, then yes.”

"Exhausting or not," Harry said, his voice steady but tinged with warmth as he gazed at them, "you two have a way of making everything... unforgettable."

Bellatrix tilted her head, her dark curls brushing her cheeks as her smirk deepened. "Unforgettable," she echoed, her voice dripping with playful seduction. "I'll take that as a compliment. But tell me, Harry," she stepped closer again, her fingertips ghosting just near his arm this time, not quite touching, "what's the most unforgettable thing about us?"

Narcissa sighed, shaking her head even as she tightened her grip on the towel above her breasts. "Really, Bella? Must you fish for compliments like some lovesick schoolgirl?"

"Schoolgirl?" Bellatrix repeated, laughing. "Oh, my dear twin, I'm far beyond those airheads. And besides," she added with a devilish grin, "Harry wants to tell us. Don't you, Harry?"

Harry shifted his weight slightly, his smirk growing. "You don't need me to tell you what you already know, Bella. Confidence suits you." His gaze flicked briefly to Narcissa, his voice softening. "And so does elegance."

Bellatrix placed a hand dramatically over her heart, her grin widening. "Oh, he's good. Isn't he good, Cissy?"

Narcissa's faint blush deepened, but she met Harry’s eyes with a gentle smile, her voice steady. "He's very good. And far too generous with his words when it comes to you."

Bellatrix turned to her twin with a mock pout. "Jealousy doesn't become you, sister dearest."

Narcissa exhaled a quiet laugh, her composure slipping just enough to show her amusement. "Hardly. I’m merely pointing out that Harry has the patience of a saint to indulge you."

Harry interjected, his tone light but sincere as he smiled at them lovingly. "I think you both underestimate how much I enjoy indulging you—both of you."

For a moment, the bathroom fell silent as the sisters stared at Harry. Narcissa glanced away first, her cheeks faintly tinged with color, while Bellatrix's smirk faltered into something softer, something more genuine.

"Well then," Bellatrix said after a beat, her tone quieter but still laced with mischief. "If that's the case, maybe we should reward you for all your indulgence."

Narcissa's eyes darted to her sister, her tone sharp but without malice. “Bella, you know we can’t. Not yet.”

Bellatrix waved her off dismissively, her grin returning. "Relax, Cissy. I'm not planning anything too scandalous... yet."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “I have to agree with Cissa. You’re incorrigible, Bella."

"And just like Cissy, you love me for it," she shot back, her pride unwavering. She turned to Narcissa, her gaze teasing but affectionate. "Come now, Cissy, don't be such a spoilsport. There’s nothing we need to hide from Harry, and there is nothing we cannot tell him either. I think he deserves to see us at our very best."

"Define 'best,'" Narcissa said dryly, though her lips twitched as though she was fighting back a smile.

"Radiant," Bellatrix declared, gesturing to herself dramatically. "Exquisite. Utterly irresistible."

Narcissa finally let out a soft laugh, the sound melodic in the steamy room. "You’re really impossible."

"And yet," Bellatrix said, stepping back toward the tub with an exaggerated sway, "here we are. All together. Coincidence? I think not."

Narcissa rolled her eyes but she moved closer to Harry, her towel still firmly in place as she shot him a wry look. "You must think we're a madhouse."

Harry's gaze softened, his smile warm. "I think you're perfect the way you are. Both of you."

They smiled lovingly at him, and Bellatrix grinned, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief as she stepped closer to Harry, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his sleeve. “Well then,” she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation, “if we’re going to enjoy this properly, we can’t have you standing there all… overdressed.”

Harry arched a brow, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “Is that so?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Bellatrix said, her grin widening. She glanced over her shoulder at Narcissa, who stood slightly apart, her towel still wrapped securely around her. “Don’t you agree, Cissy?”

Narcissa’s lips parted, her composure faltering for a moment. “Bella,” she began, her tone hesitant, “I don’t think—”

“Oh, hush,” Bellatrix interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. “We’re all adults here, and Harry doesn’t seem to mind. Do you, Harry?”

Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not in the slightest.”

“See?” Bellatrix said triumphantly, turning back to her twin. “Now, be a dear and help me out, won’t you?”

Narcissa hesitated, her pale blue eyes flicking between her sister and Harry. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, but she sighed softly, a mix of resignation and desire in her expression. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though there was no real bite to her words.

“And you love me for it,” Bellatrix replied cheekily. She stepped even closer to Harry, her hands already moving to the hem of his shirt. “She wants it too as well, but she’s too stuck-up to admit it. Now, hold still, love. This won’t take long.”

Her fingers were deft and unhurried, slipping beneath the fabric to push it upward, her touch warm against his skin. Harry’s gaze remained steady, a flicker of amusement and desire in his eyes as he watched her sensual curves up close, all exposed. Meanwhile, Narcissa stepped forward hesitantly, her movements slower and more deliberate. Her hands brushed against Bellatrix’s as they worked together, sliding the shirt up and over Harry’s head.

“There,” Bellatrix said, tossing the shirt aside with a satisfied smile. Her gaze traveled appreciatively over Harry’s chest, lingering for a moment before she smirked up at him. “This sight will never get old, and excuse me, but this time, I’m going to enjoy eyeing you up fully.”

Harry let out a chuckle at that, and there was nothing from Narcissa who too raked her eyes over his form, her gaze lingering on certain spots.

“Appreciating the view, Cissy?” Bellatrix whispered as she leaned over, her breath hot against her twin’s ear.

No matter what she had been saying, Narcissa could not deny that she desired Harry as much, if not more than Bella. She rolled her eyes but said nothing, her hands moving to the waistband of Harry’s trousers. Her touch was more tentative than her sister’s, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin as she worked. Suddenly, Harry’s hand came to rest gently on hers, stopping her movements for a moment.

“Cissa,” he said quietly, his voice steady and warm. She looked up at him, her expression curious. “Take your time if you want.”

She gave him a small smile but shook her head. She wanted him to know she desired him as well, that she might not be as outspoken as her twin was, but she did not lack in the slightest.

She resumed her task with a quiet determination, not knowing that her twin watched with a pleased smile, her arms crossed as if she were enjoying a private victory.

Once the last of his clothing had been discarded, Harry turned to Narcissa, his gaze softening. He reached out, his hand brushing against her arm as he spoke. “Your turn.”

Narcissa gazed at him, one hand fisting the towel right over her breasts, and she gazed Harry right in the eyes.

“You want to see me naked again?” She whispered sultrily, her eyes half-lidded, relishing in how his eyes widened slightly for a moment before a predatory gleam entered them. Narcissa’s heartbeat intensified and she wordlessly loosened her fist and pulled her hand to the side, giving him the go-ahead.

She kept her eyes locked with him all the time, conveying her desire for him silently, and she stood still even when he reached out to untie the towel from around her. A faint shiver coursed through her, enhancing her desire even further, when she felt his touch on the delicate skin of her breasts as he grabbed the towel, and with a tug, he freed her from those confines.

The fabric slipped away, pooling at her feet as her pale skin gleamed in the candlelight. All the while, Harry’s gaze remained steady, his expression one of quiet reverence as his fingers brushed lightly against her neck, slowly sliding along her shoulder and down her arm. She threaded her fingers through his as she stood naked before him, proud and confident.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes taking her in. He shifted them to her twin who stepped closer, standing to her left, and with his other hand, he caressed her cheek lovingly. “And you. You’re both breathtaking.”

Both their cheeks flushed at his reverential tone, their eyes softening as they met his gaze. They all knew they were taking a significant step forward in their relationship right now, and they realized what it implied.

Bellatrix, never one to be serious for long, wrapped her free arm around her twin, pulling her naked flesh flush against herself, their breasts pressing hotly. “Now that we’re all on equal footing,” she said with a wicked grin, “shall we?”

Narcissa glanced at her with amusement as she pulled her wand from her bun, letting her dark waves fall all over her back and shoulders. She pointed her wand at the bathtub and gave it a flick, enlarging it enough so that it could accommodate all three of them comfortably. The enchanted water rippled invitingly, steam rising in gentle curls.

With their hands clasped and fingers intertwined, Harry gently pulled them toward the bathtub. He guided Narcissa into the tub first, following right after her as she lowered herself into the warm water. Once he was in, he helped Bellatrix who followed close behind, her movements relaxed and unhurried.

The warm water enveloped them as they settled in, the raw, sexual tension that had filled the room earlier giving way to a sense of ease. All three straightened their legs underwater, resting them against or over one another. Bellatrix leaned back against the edge of the tub, her dark hair fanning out around her as she sighed contentedly. “Now this is more like it.”

Narcissa sat closer to Harry, her posture relaxed but still composed as she leaned into him. “For once,” she said, glancing at her sister, “I agree with you.”

Harry let out a quiet laugh, utterly relaxed and unguarded as he kept his arms wrapped around his two girlfriends. “I’ll admit, this is a nice way to end the night.”

Bellatrix smirked, tilting her head toward him. “Oh, Harry. The night’s far from over.”

Narcissa merely shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. Bellatrix glanced over at her and smirked, glad that she and her twin were on the same page now.

The three of them settled into a rhythm, their conversation light and filled with quiet laughter. Bellatrix’s teasing was balanced by Narcissa’s dry wit, and Harry’s steady presence anchored them both. At one point, Bellatrix reached out, her fingers trailing along Harry’s thigh, her touch playful but lingering as she teased him.

Narcissa, not to be outdone, placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, her touch softer but no less desirous. Their gazes met, and for a moment, the world outside the warm, steamy room seemed to fade away. Harry’s hand found hers beneath the water, their fingers intertwining as he leaned closer, his lips brushing lightly against hers in a kiss that was both tender and full of quiet intensity.

Bellatrix watched with a satisfied smile, her gaze flicking between the two of them. “Now that is how you enjoy a bath,” she murmured, enjoying the sight of them kissing softly. As they slowly pulled away, Bellatrix remarked teasingly, “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the view.”

Narcissa cast her twin a sidelong glance, an eyebrow raised. “Must you always comment on everything?”

“Yes,” Bellatrix replied with a grin. “But tonight, I might make an exception… if you two give me something worth watching.”

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her brazen demand, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to Narcissa. “You know she won’t stop unless you give her what she wants.”

“I’m aware,” Narcissa murmured, though her voice carried an undercurrent of amusement despite her exasperation. She shifted slightly, her hand slipping down from Harry’s shoulder to rest on his chest, her touch light but deliberate. Her gaze flicked to his, searching, before she leaned forward, closing the small gap between them.

Their lips met in another kiss that was soft at first, tentative, but grew deeper and passionate as Narcissa’s hand slid upward to cradle the back of Harry’s neck. His hands found her waist beneath the water, his touch firm but gentle as he pulled her closer. Narcissa melted into him, her wet and bare breasts pressing hotly against his chest, and her usual composure giving way to something freer and raw.

Bellatrix grinned unabashedly at the sight, feeling herself getting aroused as they made out heatedly. Her eyes followed Harry’s hands as he held and caressed her twin’s sinfully wet body and how her twin’s large tits were pressing against him.

“Well, well,” she said, pushing off the edge of the tub and shifting slightly to move closer. “I knew you had it in you, Cissy.”

Narcissa pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed, but her lustful gaze didn’t waver from Harry’s equally aroused eyes. “For once,” she said softly, “could you not interrupt?”

Bellatrix let out a tinkling laugh, her voice rich and unrestrained. “Interrupt? Oh, dear sister, I’m enhancing the moment.” She slid closer, her movements relaxed as the water rippled around her. “Besides,” she added, her grin widening as she looked at Harry who took in the vision that she was, “don’t think you’re getting off that easily, love. There’s more than enough of you to go around.”

Harry raked his eyes over her form before slowly gazing at her in the eyes, his smirk returning. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Bellatrix purred, her hands finding his shoulders as she leaned in, turning him toward her. Her dark eyes locked with his, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “And I don’t believe in being left out.”

Before he could reply, Bellatrix closed the gap between them, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was bold and unapologetic, a stark contrast to Narcissa’s earlier tenderness. She pressed herself fully against him, straddling him almost but not quite as they kissed, their lips dueling furiously as their tongues tangled in a battle for submission. As Harry’s hands began moving, caressing her sides up and down, her hands slid down his arms as well, her nails lightly grazing his skin, sending a shiver through him. When she finally pulled back, her smirk was triumphant as she gazed at his wanton face. She loved to see that look on his face and she wanted to keep seeing more of it.

“See?” she said, glancing at her twin with a wink. “Sharing is indeed caring.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re predictable,” Bellatrix countered, moving to settle beside Harry, her hand trailing along his arm. “But that’s why we make such a lovely pair.”

Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked between the two of them. “You two really don’t make things easy.”

“Would you want it any other way?” Bellatrix quipped, her grin wicked.

He met her gaze, his smirk softening. “No, I suppose I wouldn’t.”

Narcissa’s hand found his again beneath the water, her fingers intertwining with his as she leaned closer. “We might not make it easy,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a note of sincerity, “but we make it worthwhile.”

Smiling in contentment, Harry leaned back with the two beautiful twins pressed flush against him. He pulled his hand out of Narcissa’s grasp and wrapped his arms around them. They grinned at each other before leaning against him fully, all three basking in the comfort as their breaths evened out over the following few minutes.

“Now then,” Bellatrix said softly, her voice a stark contrast to what it had been mere moments ago. She rubbed gentle circles on her boyfriend’s chest as she continued, “What’s wrong now?”

“Hm?”

“Something happened, didn’t it, Harry?” Narcissa asked, continuing her twin’s line of thought as she exchanged a glance with her. “The fact that you came here at this hour tells us there’s something troubling you.”

Harry let out a soft chuckle as he kept staring straight ahead. “What? I can’t come visit my lovely girlfriends whenever I want now? I thought that’s why I was given clearance through your great filter at the door.”

“You know you’ve been keyed in just for that reason,” Bellatrix murmured.

“Just as you know you can trust us with everything,” Narcissa intoned softly. Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek as she made him gaze at them.

Sighing, Harry gave a small nod and began telling them everything that had happened so far regarding Snape, starting from the very beginning and finally ending with the conversation he’d had with James and Sirius before he arrived in their room.

Throughout his explanation, Bellatrix and Narcissa listened on attentively, their frowns growing when Harry explained Snape’s fatal curse to them and what he’d said about its origins. Finally, he finished his explanation and with a sigh, he leaned back into the water as they caressed him soothingly.

“I always knew that little greasy shit was bad news,” Bellatrix muttered. “Didn’t think he’d attempt murder or follow in those losers’ footsteps though.”

“After Pettigrew, no one should surprise us,” Narcissa remarked firmly, earning a nod and a sigh from her twin. “Now, regarding arranging for him to spend time in Azkaban, there is an easy way to get it done.”

Harry gazed at her questioningly, and with slight reluctance, Narcissa continued, “You can use the pureblood on the Wizengamot in this case. Snape attempted to murder the sole heir of a pureblood house—one with a permanent seat on the Wizengamot. After so many heirs were killed recently, it would not take much to get him chucked off to Azkaban. It’d take barely an hour, maybe even less.”

“Using pureblood privilege to our advantage,” Harry muttered. “I agree it’s a sound strategy, but…”

“But what?”

Sighing, Harry continued, “I’ll have to discuss it with James first, but I don’t think he’d be comfortable with us resorting to the very thing he and a lot of our friends hate so much.”

“That’s politics, Harry,” Narcissa said softly. “I understand where they’re coming from, and yes, it goes against their principles, but this is most definitely the easiest way to get it done.”

Harry nodded absently. He’d already thought of this on his way over here, and it was indeed the easiest way to get rid of Snape. His mind flashed back to the conversation he’d had with James and Sirius, recalling how they’d been against Snape’s death. Harry could easily go against their wishes and arrange for something to happen to the greasy bastard, making it look like an accident, but he did not want to go against what they had requested of him.

Sighing, he nodded. “I’ll discuss this with them.”

“We’ll come with you,” Bellatrix said firmly, and Narcissa nodded in agreement.

“Sure,” Harry smiled, and exchanging a soft kiss with both his girlfriends, he leaned back and allowed himself to bask in the comfort of their presence around him.

TBC.