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Investigation of Passion ch.5
🕑 Added 2024-06-07 19:23:07 +0000 UTC"Sorry," said Hermione. She was still in her underwear, but had moved to sit on her bed. Harry sat down next to her.
"It's okay," he said. "It felt good. Like... really good."
Hermione reached across her body with one arm, covering her breasts and holding her shoulder.
"I bet it did," she said, a little playfully. “Listen, Harry... Don't get the wrong idea, okay?"
"What's the wrong idea?"
"This doesn't mean anything," said Hermione. "It's like my cam shows. It was for one of my patrons, and once the show is over... that's it. You know what I mean?"
Harry looked at her. She turned so that her body language was open to him. He could see the way her chest moved with each breath she took. The room felt charged, as though something was about to happen, even though something already had happened.
"Yeah, I get it," said Harry. "It's cool."
Was it, though? His emotions were more confused than they'd been in a long time, and not just because of Hermione. If this had happened a few days earlier, it would have been all that Harry could think about. Fortunately, had another distraction that kept him from being able to make a mountain out of a molehill.
"Anyway," he said, quickly. "Before Fleur called, you were about to suggest something. About how to find out the truth behind the video."
Hermione stared at him for a couple of seconds, looking confused.
"Oh!" she said. "Right. I forgot about that." She took a second to compose herself, her eyes darting to her dresser. From the way she kept fidgeting and covering herself, Harry could tell that she wasn't that comfortable in her lingerie anymore.
"So..." said Hermione. "The woman in that video was wearing clothes that you've never seen your mother wear before?"
"Yeah." Harry felt his face flush slightly. They'd moved back into dealing with his weird problem, and it felt like it was now his turn to bear the brunt of the embarrassment.
"Find the clothes," said Hermione. "The blouse. The underwear. The glasses, even. Your mom is well off, but not so rich that she'd just throw out clothes after wearing them a single time. Search her room, and if you don't find them, it's safe to say that she isn't the woman in the video."
"That is simple," said Harry. "Though I'm not sure that not finding the clothes would completely put my mind at ease."
And if he did find them? What the hell was he supposed to do, then?
"It's a place to start,” said Hermione. “Now, if you don't mind..."
She nodded toward the door, excusing him. "Right," said Harry. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day. You want to get ingame later, see if we can improve our doubles win ratio?"
Hermione smiled at him. "Yeah. I'd like that."
She stood up, and without really thinking about it, Harry gave her a hug. Did they usually hug? He wasn't sure.
He left Hermione's house and headed straight home. It was still early, not even noon yet, and he didn't have to worry about his mom coming home until later. Even so, he felt weird about sneaking around in her room. He decided to start in the laundry room, first, on the off chance that she'd found a place to store her illicit outfits there.
There wasn't much for him to find scattered about, other than a few orphaned socks. Harry checked the laundry closet as thoroughly as he possibly could. It held old blankets, a few bags of his old clothing that Bellatrix intended to donate to Goodwill, and an old set of window drapes. The washer and dryer were both also empty.
He made his way upstairs slowly, feeling sneaky about entering his mother's private space while she wasn't around. There was a distinct scent to her room, perfume and the indescribable, clean, almost powdery smell of an adult woman.
Bellatrix kept her room neat and orderly. Harry
started by checking under her bed, which she'd made before leaving for the day. He'd stored plenty of his own dirty secrets under his own bed. A few playboy magazines he'd come across when he was younger. Some fireworks that he wasn't supposed to have.
There was a box underneath his mother's bed, and Harry felt a thrill of excitement as he slid it out and opened it. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he was disappointed by what he found. It was filled with pictures of him, along with clippings from school newspapers, and an old pair of tiny shoes he must have worn as an infant.
Harry put the box back, feeling a little icky at the way he was violating his mother's privacy. He thought of the video, and reminded himself that it was necessary if he ever wanted to move past his suspicions and return to being a normal son.
He took a deep breath before opening his mother's closet. There was plenty of clothing inside, but it was all her work clothes, suit jackets hanging from hooks, business casual coats, and different varieties of boots and shoes. The closet had a few other things inside, dusty boxes full of books that Harry doubted had been touched recently enough to be a likely hiding spot.
Finally, he made his way over to his mother's dresser, the place he'd been hoping to avoid having to search. He started with the bottom drawer, thumbing through skirts, shirts, and blouses. None of it looked like what he'd seen the woman in the video wearing.
He moved up to the next drawer, which was full of socks. While it seemed like it could technically be possible for him to make a match based on socks, he didn't recall the ones the woman had been wearing standing out in any particular way.
The top drawer of his mother's dresser was where she stored her underwear and bras. Harry felt a little ashamed looking down into it. This was crossing a line, albeit one that only he would know about. He hesitated before reaching his hand in and then began to carefully look through his mother's bras and panties.
Bellatrix wasn't the kind of woman who did a lot of shopping for herself, but her underwear was in good condition. None of it was exotic, but it wasn't overly modest, either. Her panties were simple, mostly just one or two different brands of various colors.
Harry was struck by how incredibly soft his mother's panties were. He found a pair that were silk, and holding them in his hand sent chills of hot arousal through his body. They were softer than his boxers or socks. Softer than tissues. He wondered what they would feel like to rub against his cock.
He dropped the panties and took a step back, horrified by the thought. There was a noise from downstairs and he panicked, slamming the dresser shut and hurrying out into the hallway. He listened, but didn't hear anything else. Had it just been his imagination?
Harry went back into the room. He took out the pair of silk panties and brought it into his room. He figured that he could watch the video again later, and compare the panties the woman was wearing to the silk ones. They weren't a match, from his memory of what he'd seen in the video, but perhaps they were of the same brand? That might lead somewhere, he told himself.
He sat downstairs at the kitchen table for a while. It was hard for him to accept the obvious conclusion. If the outfit the woman had on in the video wasn't stashed away in his mother's room somewhere, it was unlikely that the two were the same person. But still...
Her voice. It was what had struck him to begin with, and it was impossible to get out of his head. The woman's voice, and the gentle way she'd used it to seduce him through the screen. It was something he would never forget. And it sounded just like his mother.
