Is breakfast in bed an option?

"-re up?"

Harry awoke with all the enthusiasm he usually had on his first morning of being back at Privet Drive.

None at all.

He groaned and pulled the covers over tighter in a childish attempt to hide from the world. But as badly as he wished to drift away again to sleep, his mind refused to be at rest. Years of practice already had it going over the list of chores for the day. Making breakfast came first, like it always did. Taking out the trash would be next unless there was any other work in the kitchen to be done. Hmm. The cabinets could probably do with being cleaned out. Plus taking all the kitchen ware out, wiping down the shelves, and cleaning all the pots and pans before putting them all away again could be stretched out into an all day job. That'd keep him from having to tackle the yard today, which would be nice.

There was a soft but insistent knocking on the door. "Miss Black? I'm sorry to be a bother, but could you please answer the door?"

"I'm up." He grunted. "Just a... minute?"

When had Petunia ever apologized for waking him up? Or waited for him to answer the door instead of barging in?

Harry threw the covers off with a start. Other then a sliver of light coming from under the door, the room was pitch black. Reaching blindly out, Harry wacked his knuckle painfully against the bedside table before a finger brushed against the cool metal of a candle stick. The candle it held flickered to life, weakly chasing away the darkness with its warmth and revealing the room. Not his bedroom, but her inn room.

It hadn't been a dream.

Harry looked down and took in the same breasts she'd enjoyed the night before. She ran her hands over them in quiet wonder. It'd all been real. What she'd felt last night had been real.

"Miss Black?" A voice the certainly didn't belong to his aunt came again, making her jump.

"Coming!" Harry raced around the room, lighting more candles and picking up discarded clothes. Socks, boxers, and sweatshirt were found and thrown on while the sweatpants had seemingly vanished.

Mentally cursing, Harry hopped on one foot toward the door as she struggled to get the other sock on. It was probably just Mary bringing her breakfast, so it wasn't like it'd be the end of the world to not be 100% dressed. With the size of Dudley's sweatshirt, all she'd be showing off was her knees and a bit of thigh.

"Hopefully there will be the opportunity to show Mary more."

Harry fought down a creeping blush at the stray thought and reached for the door. Pulling it open, she was met with the sight of...