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Harry's girls were relaxing in the warm bath water. After a couple of months of these baths, they had seen each other orgasm and had bathed and been bathed by each other. They had even progressed to passionate snogs with roaming hands with each other. All the girls thought this was heaven.
"You realize Hermione, that we never did invite Harry to these baths?" Luna said with a devilish smile.
"We agreed to be comfortable first. Now, I think we are at the point where we can add Narcissa and Harry after we have talked."
"How far have you gotten with Harry?" Daphne asked.
"Just kept to snogging. Occasionally I put my hand on his length. Or take it in my mouth. Once or twice I was able to get Harry to fuck my mouth.
It is something I want to do more of. Have any of you gotten further?" Hermione replied.
"I have done a little less than Hermione. I would not have gotten far if Hermione did not initiate it. Luna admitted.
The other girls all shake their heads.
"I am sorry. I haven't even gotten to that point." Susan admitted.
"I give my excuse; I am the Ice Queen. I am in the same place as Susan." Daphne said sadly. "Well then, this summer, I will have to push a bit."
"Do you think Harry will be able to go further?" Susan asked.
"I think that despite his new parent and aunt, he is still the abused boy; that lived in a cupboard, under the stairs. It has taken this long for him to get comfortable with our touch. While I think he trusts us; he trusts you, Hermione, He won't do anything with the rest of us until we have the same level of trust." Luna said.
"Harry still has trust issues though. While I have seen his lower bits. I haven't had a clear view of his legs. I also have never seen his bare chest or back. That is something we all have to work on." Hermione said. "Daphne, Susan; are you okay with us going further? Or do you want us to stay at the level we are now?"
"If it is okay with you, Hermione, please do not go further until I have caught up?" Susan asked. "What she said." Daphne chimed in.
Hermione looked over at Luna. She nodded.
"Okay, we will wait."
"Okay. Now the next issue. Harry said there will be a death eater attack at the quidditch cup. Are we ready for combat and the probability we will have to kill?" Hermione asked.
"I think we are lucky. This first mission the bad guys will be doing bad things. We will only know they are there when they start terrorizing the crowd. It is not like we will cut them down before they do something to deserve it." Daphne stated.
"So does that mean you are ready, Daph?" Hermione asked.
"Yes."
"Susan?"
"Yes."
"Luna?"
"They are rapists and bullies. They deserve to die."
{M}
Mister Potter
I understand what the item you are talking about. We should discuss this. Say, the second day back from Hogwarts.
As to your other request. I have also enclosed seven books that cannot be duplicated. The book will let your team become an animagus. If they agree. The monastery will host all of you this summer.
They will also help the transformations.
They will also train the team as a cohesive team. I know you want two more members. If you do find them, we will work to get them caught up.
The time frame for the trip will be the month before the quidditch cup.
Other than that, please be a child and enjoy your holiday.
DDoM
{M}
Dearest Daughter, Hermione
We are going to southern France for two weeks starting a week after you get back. Please invite Harry. We already invited his mother, sister, and aunt. They said yes, with the proviso, Harry also agrees. The French DMLE will provide security.
Mom & Dad
{S}
Tonight was going to be bloody awesome. Harry used the spell he learned to freeze the portraits. They worked perfectly now, he didn't need his cloak. So Luna or Daphne could also have fun tonight. He had replaced the bullets with super-hardened ice. Again, a result of spells Croaker taught him. He owed the old man. He just wondered what Croaker's game was.
Something to think about later.
He would confundo the two Slytherin, seventh-year prefects. So, tomorrow the school would be up in arms. That done, he would have to go to his next station. The school would end with a bang.
{S}
He has a plan. He just had to stay out of sight of the gargoyle. He hated waiting. The plan was perfect. Two more dead and then the fun tomorrow to throw off the scent.
The two Gryffindor seventh-year prefects that Harry had waited for just came around the corner.
"Mister Potter…." One started as Harry started firing. Ten seconds later, the two were more than dead. Twelve ice rounds did horrible damage to the two human bodies.
"I wonder how this will change Luna's visions.
Harry said to himself.
Then using the map; he stalked the other person he needed for tomorrow.
{S}
Hermione was upset. Harry was late. She wanted to show him the letter from his folks; tonight, at the leaving feast. She hoped his tardiness was at least that he was finishing his packing.
"Hermione, Mister Potter is in the infirmary." Flitwick came up to the girl at her table.
"What happened?" Hermione said as she got up.
"Harry was ambushed in the halls on the way here. This after last night…"
The hall went so silent you could hear a galleon drop in the great hall. Everyone was listening to the small professor.
"Two Slytherin and Harry exchanged spells on the stairway here. I do not know how bad Mister Potter is. We will be notifying the parents of the Slytherin."
{S}
Harry was impacted by a brown-haired missile as he sat on a bed in the infirmary. "Ow. Hermione." Harry pushed her off and doubled over. Harry was buried in her skirt. Hermione felt a wand slide into her stocking. Still gasping in pain. Harry sat back on the bed. "I took a cutter to the chest."
It was at that point that Hermione realized that instead of robes Harry had on an infirmary shirt. It was open in the front and Harry had a line of blood on his chest and bandages on his wand arm.
"Sorry, Harry, I was so worried."
"It is okay. Pomfrey gave me a blood replenishment potion and put some dittany on my chest. She just left to collect some potions from Snape. Overall it is not that bad, I got warned by Diggory."
"That is Professor Snape, Mister Potter," Albus stated as he came into the ward with Minerva, Filius, Severus, Sprout, and Poppy following him.
"Whatever. Did I at least take down the bastards that cursed me?" Hermione starts to chastise Harry for his language but stops because of the look her gave her.
"Harry my boy, when will you learn to forgive? You need to follow the light. You should have only cast stunners, not lethal spells at those boys." Albus demanded.
"Why? There is no reason I give tossers like that a second or more chance to kill me. Your words and supposed punishments do nothing to stop the bullying or attacks. My spells do. If I have to use something worse than the stinging hex to be left alone, I will." Harry said.
"Yes, I could have tried to use a stunner. I did not know how many were attacking. I could not guarantee there were only two of them so how was I to know that if I had stunned them, someone else wouldn't have woken them and sent them back into the fight? So I had to cast so they stayed down." Harry continued.
"I will admit, they did not cast the AK. The spells they used if they had hit me directly, I would be just as dead. So, casting the piercing hexes was justified. I had no choice but to put them down hard. And for the last fucking time, I am not your boy. I am not familial to you. It is Mister Potter to you Headmaster."
"Thirty points for language, Mister Potter," Minerva yelled.
"Since my house isn't in the running, take all the fucking points you want. Bitch" Harry snapped back. Minerva was shocked at the boy. She took another twenty points.
Madam Pomfrey went over and gave Harry two more potions. Before more could be said, Tonks and Bones entered the room. Cutting off the conversation.
"Wotcher Harry?" Tonks called out.
"Director Bones, Auror Tonks, sorry you have to see me again. This time, you have about fifty witnesses that state the two Slytherins drew their wands and cursed me. If it wasn't for the screams from the puff prefect who was behind the Slytherin, I would be dead."
"Four Aurors are already getting witness statements. I just need to see your wand, and to check you for any harmful magic."
Amelia raises her wand and casts some spells. "You cast no spells yesterday?" She asked.
"No, why would I?" Harry responded.
"No reason, Mister Potter." Albus jumped in. Albus and Amelia shared a look.
"Mister Potter, do you realize that you have a tracking charm on your wand, courtesy of your headmaster?"
"For Harry's safety, I felt I needed to know his whereabouts while he is in the castle," Albus replied.
"Don't worry about them. My aunt removes any charms she didn't place when I get to the bank."
"The bank?" Tonks asked.
"Yeah, I have a room, with a floo, in the bank. It allows me to have a measure of privacy. I go there and from there to home. The floo is dedicated so no other places can be reached. The way station only has the other point. I can then go to where I need to." Harry said with pride.
"Harry, the headmaster wanted me to ask you where you are living now," Amelia said with a frown.
"You mean the fucker wants to use you to force me to say where I am physically so he can come bother me during the summer break."
"Fifty points for language Mister Potter," Minerva said. Harry just grinned. Didn't the old bitch understand points were worthless to him? Worse case, Croaker would spring him at the ministry.
Amelia frowned. "Harry, I still have to know, it is the law. Also, considering the last night here, and your last trip, I am loath to let you take the express home."
"If madam Pomfrey clears me. I can travel..."
"I am afraid no apparition. The floo in the three broomsticks is too dirty. Harry will be fit to travel; be he must go home by the express." Pomfrey said.
"Harry…"
"Jackass, its Mister Potter." Harry replied to Dumbledore while laughing at the scowl from Professor McGonagall.
"Mister Potter, I can see about letting you stay in the castle all summer."
"I don't think so, idiot. My family has trips planned and then there is the quidditch world cup. As for where we live. Due to the fire, we do not stay in any one place for more than nineteen hours. So, I really cannot tell you."
"That is a very specific time. Just under the twenty hours limit. Nice Mister Potter. I can see why my niece feels safe with you. Anyway; if you have plans, I will not stop you. Harry, I must insist you spend the rest of the night here in the infirmary and breakfast tomorrow. I will have an Auror here to keep you safe for the rest of your time at this school."
"Tomorrow you will be escorted by Tonks from here to Gringotts. Do you think that will keep you safe?" Amelia asked.
Harry smirks. "That will be lovely. I think that, with Tonks and my girls, we will all be safe. Could I possibly get Aurors to make sure my girls make it home safe?"
"Yes, though I will be personally meeting my niece at the platform."
"A pleasure then, Madam Bones."
"Not so fast, Harry, I think we need to talk. Hermione, you can go back to the feast. Poppy, can you erect privacy wards around us for a bit? Tonks, go to the other Aurors. Find out which one wants first shift protecting Mister Potter here." Amelia barked. "The rest of you, leave. You are no longer needed here."
"Amelia…"
"Albus, to quote Harry here, bugger off. You are not an Auror, so you don't need to know anything about the investigation until it is complete. And you are not dating my niece!"
Amelia was quiet until all the people had left.
Harry paled.
"Now Harry, I haven't had this conversation with you yet. I am not happy that you haven't introduced yourself as Susan's boyfriend and future husband. I expect an apology. Now."
"Sorry, Madam Bones. I did not talk to you out of any disrespect for you or your niece. I have not heard from my godfather about the consort contracts. The last I heard; I only have two contracts approved; the ones for Daphne Greengrass and Hermione Granger. While I was willing to go out with Susan as a boyfriend, I did not know we were more. If I had known, I would have wanted to meet with you out of respect." Harry placated. "Also; I could not just leave school to meet with you. I am sure you understand. Before you ask; Susan has come to mean the world to me."
Amelia looked thoughtful, "Okay Mister Potter, I am going to say it now. Susan is my niece. Since her parents died, I have been her guardian. It has gone to more than that. I have come to view her as a daughter. As such, she is more important to me than anything in this life."
"I will not question her decisions, but I still have responsibilities to keep her safe and happy. So, let me make it clear, I am very good at my job. I know all the tips and tricks that people use to try to hide their crimes. Meaning I know exactly what to do to ensure that I am never caught if I don't want to be." Harry went even more pale. Harry had been taught by his mom and aunt; females are the most dangerous of the species. Amelia just proved that again.
She rose and made her way out. "Oh, one more thing. I know you're young but please, wait until after both of you graduate before making me a grand aunt." Amelia was out the door before he could make a reply.
{S}
Pokesy brought Harry dinner. Then she told him that she had taken her trunk to his room on the ship.
After dinner, all his girls joined him in the infirmary. They sat with Harry between Daphne and Hermione. On the bed opposite him, Luna and Susan were sitting watching him.
"So, you will be on the train with us tomorrow?" Daphne asked.
"Yes, be we need to talk first, ladies, how to do you feel about pet names?"
"That depends, why do want to, and what would you call us?" Daphne asked.
"Because of how close we are becoming. Then if we stay as a hmm team. We all need other names for use." Harry replied.
"That sounds mysterious," Susan said carefully. Harry summoned his house elf. He ordered her to get the books from Croaker, a parchment, and a quill. Harry wrote:
The book teaches animagus, if interested, need you free the month before the quidditch cup. Unspeakables would be willing to train us.
After all the girls read the note, he incendiaro it.
All the girls grabbed a book. "So, our alt name is our ..." Hermione smiled.
"Yup."
"That works," Daphne said as the other girls all nodded. "Then is there anything else?"
"Yes, I am so glad you are all here," Harry stated as he looked around. Then he grabbed up his courage. "There is something I have to tell you before you leave here."
The girls all suddenly sat up and looked at Harry with acute interest.
"I love you. All of you… so much." He said his words ringing in the room. The girls looked at him and slowly their eyes began to widen as what he said sunk in.
It was surreal as they could feel their hearts thudding in their chests. It surprised them how much those three simple words affected them. Harry began to feel nervous at their silence and began to worry if he might've said it too soon but he needed to answer his feelings to their support.
Then surprisingly, Susan came forward first and claimed his lips with her own. It wasn't a deep kiss but he could feel the passion behind it. One kiss after another from each of the girls. Full of passion and hopefully love.
Then the matron came into the room. Ladies, please leave the lad alone. Time for bed. Each girl came up to him and kissed him on his cheek, and whispered "I love you." Harry was stunned. Hermione was last. It would have been more fun if they were not under the watchful eyes of the infirmary matron. Both Hermione and Luna hinted at something very fun for him.
"I love you, Harry. Tomorrow you will have a fun ride home."
{S}
"Minerva, can you release the magical guardianship over Miss Granger back to me?" Albus asked.
"I cannot Albus. I have already signed it over to Lord Black for twenty thousand galleons. That happened before I could remember to give it over to Filius. You said we could sell guardianship of muggleborn, remember? To get magical guardianship now, it would take the approval of Lord Black.
"What, this cannot be, for the greater good." Albus tone darkened. "She must be separated from Mister Potter."
"I will do what I can next year," Minerva said.
{S}
An unknown Auror got him up and made sure he had breakfast. His house elf brought him his clothes. After he showered and got dressed; Tonks joined him.
"Since we are going to be together all day. May I call you Harry?" Tonks asked.
"Sure, Tonks; I know better than call you Nymphadora, so I will stick with Tonks." Laughing at her huff. With that, they head out to the carriages while the Auror's hair was apple red. They were the first carriage and Tonks did not allow any students to join them. Then they boarded the train. They took a compartment.
"Harry, I will put wards on this compartment. I will have a chair on the outside of it. If you have to leave, I will have to go with you. When we get back, I will have to clear the compartment before I can let you back in."
"Okay Tonks, as long as you let Hermione, Susan, Luna, and Daphne in. They should be here shortly." Harry said. "Also check for eavesdropping charms. The old goat is famous for them."
"Okay, loverboy," Tonks said enjoying Harry's blush.
{S}
Hermione was the first to get invited into the compartment.
"Mione, so glad to see you. Did you have a good breakfast?"
"Yes, now I have to ask you something. My parents and I are going to southern France in a week. They want you, your mom, sister, and aunt to go with us. If that is, okay?" Hermione looked at him with her pleading eyes.
Harry smirked at her. Is this the area you went to last year where you got rid of your tan lines?"
Hermione blushes; it looked like it went down to her feet. "Prat. We were in southern Spain. This year it's France."
"So, is that a, yes, to the no tan lines? Harry teased.
Hermione barely nods yes. "I think the beaches are the same."
"Well then Mione, tell your parents, that if my mom and aunt say yes, I would also enjoy going. Hmm, seeing you without anything to cause tan lines." Harry chuckled.
"Prat!" Hermione scowled as she went to hit his arm while blushing. She realized what she was doing and gave it up and sat on his lap. Harry looked at her with a question. Hermione started wringing her hands and blushing even more fiercely. "Harry… I um… I'm not sure how to… oh blast it all!" She took a deep breath and blushed some more.
"Harry, I would like to try and progress our relationship a bit."
Harry's mouth dropped open and he blushed. "What exactly do mean there, Mione?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and put a hand on his cheek. "You know what I mean, Harry. We've been dating for a long time. While I have been intimate with you, the same has not been true. I am ready for your touch or mouth, but that is not what I am talking about. I know you still have issues from your past. Bugger, you seem to protect your chest; hell, you treat your back just like a girl treats their chest. So, I want us to be comfortable without our tops. You don't have to if you don't want to but all of us girls would like to run our hands over you."
Harry vehemently shook his head and cut her off. "Hermione," Harry said frowning, "you were my first friend. I have been getting better and to tell the truth, I am not bothered by your touch. It is just, dam. Please…." Harry said, then slowly took off his shirt. Hermione gasped and recoiled. Harry had scars all over his chest and back.
"See, you can't stand my scars," Harry said sadly.
"Oh, Harry, that is not it; how could anyone do that to a child?" Hermione was silently crying and hugging him. As each of the other girls came into the compartment; they were shocked to see Harry without his shirt. Then they got into a fury when they saw the scars. Each vowed vengeance.
"This is one of the reasons Harry has not progressed with our relationship. It is not us; it is the harm he received from his muggle blood relatives." Hermione explains. "I am so sorry, Harry."
"They need to pay." Both Susan and Daphne said together.
Harry was surprised at how pissed the girls were at his scars. In a small voice, "Don't worry girls they already paid." Harry said.
After Hermione quit crying. "Harry, do you understand that we love you scars and all? They just mean you suffered pain you shouldn't have. It does not make us feel you are unworthy of our love." Harry finally nodded.
{l}
Hermione slowly perked up. "We need to cheer Harry up. Now, hmm, I planned on progressing our relationship. Though, I think we are unequal now."
Harry was confused. "I don't understand."
"You are topless. We need to be equal."
She grabbed the hem of her muggle top and pulled it over her head without another word. She then unhooked her bra and tossed both to
Daphne met his shocked gaze. "There."
"Merlin," he muttered as she shifted back so he could get a good look at her. He stroked his fingers over her rib cage, his knuckles brushing up against the underside of her breasts. "Can I touch?"
"Yeah," she answered breathlessly. "Most blokes would take permission granted if I was sitting half naked in their lap," Hermione said while looking Harry in his eyes.
"I am not most blokes." He rubbed one thumb over her tight little nipple and hummed under his breath.
"Yeah, suck me," Hermione begged and shivered as his tongue flicked over her rigid nipple. "Oh." She writhed in his lap. She clenched her fingers in his hair and shivered against the heat of his body and mouth.
He released her nipple with a laugh. He flicked his tongue over her neglected nipple and sucked it into his mouth—licking and sucking until she was shivering. He pulled away. "So beautiful!"
She laughed; Harry then spoke in parseltongue on one nipple. Hermione arched her back.
"Oh, my god, Harry!" Everyone could see that Hermione just had an orgasm.
"Come up here, I want to feel that on my tongue" Harry bent down and started to kiss her with her tongue invading her mouth, vibrating. She fell into the kiss without hesitation. Harry noticed that the other girls were watching. What was the interest, he wondered. The girls' gazes had embarrassment and lust. He was not sure if they wanted to be in Hermione's spot or his.
After a long snog, Hermione got up and put her bra and shirt back on. The other girls just looked on; with lust and wonder.
{M}
Cissa
Yes, I remembered that you wanted me to call you by that. Someone verified that a group of idiots is getting together for the cup.
Between that, and the approval of the ladies; you are now my seneschal. Congratulation; let me know if I have to sign anything about it. The month before the cup, we are getting some group training, not England and something else.
Your first task; make sure we have the suite next year.
Second, get paperwork from Gringotts so you have access to my trust vault.
Third, the girls and I need matching battle robes. Ones that can easily change colors, have basilisk hide lining, and have no issue with something else.
Have all those done thirty-one days before the cup?
Harry
{S}
Harry enjoyed sneaking through the ministry. His ball cap was all it took so that no one saw his scar. Even the unspeakables seemed to ignore them. Knocking on the director's door; he heard come in.
"Old man, how are you doing?" Harry said with a smirk.
The old unspeakable just frowned at the young man as he came in and sat down without being bidden.
"Well come on boy, let's go see the hall of prophecy."
"Did you create a fake one?" Harry asked.
"Yes, right here. You have to take it since your name is on it."
Harry grabbed the sphere. Put his wand to it. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. They shall meet in the Wilsey wood, there the Dark Lord shall triumph. If they don't meet there, the Dark Lord will finally die."
Croaker looked amused at Harry after that. "Well, that sucks for you boy. Sounds like you will have to kill him when he thinks he will kill you."
"Go me. Can he be killed yet? You were taking care of his Horcruxes." Harry asked.
"That is where we have some good news. The goblins found one of his Horcrux in their bank. It has been destroyed."
"The Black provided one; we have no clue how he found it. Again, it has been destroyed."
"The most surprising one we found so far was one that was Hogwarts. It was the easiest to get." Croaker stated.
"How did you do that?" Harry inquired in shock.
"We asked the house elves. One of the castle's elves works for us. When we gave the elf a device to find them, she disappeared. About an hour later, she reappeared saying she found it. We gave her a way to get it to us. The best part; we did this without the headmaster knowing anything." Croaker said
"Poor clueless headmaster." Harry laughed.
"If the headmaster wants to, he can use the ward stone to tell him who all has entered and left the wards. Humans and werewolves; it doesn't track the elves."
"Interesting. Would it show an animagus?" Harry asked.
"Yes, so he would have known that Peter Pettigrew was in the castle." Croaker confirmed.
"So, at least as long ago as Percy Weasley's first year, he knew my godfather was innocent even if he didn't just lock my godfather up." Harry was pissed.
Croaker nodded with a smile.
"Last is what research found. We found out that Riddle was a descendant of the Gaunts. So, on searching their last residence, we found another."
"That one was a problem. It killed one of Gringotts curse breakers we had with us. Name William Weasley if you need to know. There is also this stone. It was part of the ring but not the Horcrux. Something for you to research." Handing Harry, the stone.
"That means we have found and destroyed six. Do we have any clues about where the last one is, assuming he only made seven? Are you sure that he only made seven?" Harry asked.
Croaker frowned. "That is our best guess. Our research suggests that a soul would be too unstable to be split more than seven times. Maybe one more; too many more the person would become a squib. That is not something he would risk."
"Well, you are betting a lot on the research. The other side, do you know how many known DE is left?"
"The research on your suggestions plus our own, found five of those horrors. No bad results from the research. Logically, we are now tracking down Godric's artifacts. That is unless you have a better idea. As far as the known death eaters; counting Snape and Karkaroff; you have six left. How many children do you think are left?"
"I think that is like a hydra. Even with the massacre that happened with unknown weapons; others still seem to think voldy is right. I need to make some significant show, to make the children think that taking the dark mark would be a very bad idea."
"I think you will come up with something very discouraging." Croaker laughed.
"Are we done?" Harry asked, getting a nod.
"Well, in that case, I am just being a boy as you directed. I will be at the monastery on time. I think my entire team will be there."
"Enjoy. I will have to come to Hogwarts for the tournament." Croaker was surprised that Harry didn't ask about it.
"Going to bet on the champions, unseen, I think Beauxbâtons will take the cup." Harry's response on the way out confirmed that he also had a spy in the ministry. He was wondering how much fun the tournament will be to watch. Knowing how lacking in common sense the wizarding world is, he doubted it.
{S}
Harry returned to the Grangers. The flight to France was a new experience for Harry. France proved to be wonderful. They played tourists around Toulouse, visiting museums in the morning before sampling their way through French cuisine in the evenings. They even made a trip to Versailles to see the royal palace.
The vacation finished in Nice where they were booked in a villa next to the beach. They were headed to the south of France to take in the sun, and Hermione was looking forward to it. She wasn't exactly sure she wanted to tan, but she did know that a little relaxation was in order. The other girls made her promise that she wouldn't overwork herself during her trip.
{S}
While looking out the window from her hotel, she'd found the beaches a bit more intimidating than she'd expected, however. She'd been here before but as a little girl.
Now she found herself comparing her body with those of the women on the beach, and she found herself lacking. She knew she was still young, but she certainly didn't see herself coming in as well as many of these women.
The fact that many of them wore much skimpier bikinis or less didn't help matters. She felt a bit frumpy, boyish, and unappealing, to be honest. She almost felt ashamed that she had wanted Harry to see her like this when so many of these other girls looked so much better. She knew Harry had said good things about her chest especially when he was using his mouth on it. How did her chest compare to what she saw on the beach? Worse, would her parents have issues if she wanted to be topless or less this time? Though, would Harry even look at her when he had others women who were so much better looking?
Her mother had suspected something else was off almost immediately. "Feeling a little intimidated?" her mother asked after a few minutes of watching her daughter.
Hermione nodded. "It's just… I don't look nearly as good as some of these women. I am afraid when my boyfriend comes out and sees all this, he will forget about me."
"Don't worry about it too much Hermione," said Ophelia.
"But how would he be attracted to me when he could see this," said Hermione as she waved at everyone on the beach.
Her mother laughed, "I'm pretty sure that while this would embarrass him a lot, and arouse him, but he will be a lot more interested in what you were wearing or not wearing."
"What do you mean? How do I compare to all these women? Some of them are topless, totally nude, or worse in suits that make them look hotter than if they were naked; for goodness' sake," said Hermione piteously.
Her mother laughed. "Harry will adapt. The other females on the beach are just random people after all. You on the other hand are one of his girlfriend. He will get embarrassed or intrigued with you if you are exposing a lot of skin. I'm pretty sure. He will probably be wanting to do more than just look at you. Not that I think you need to be doing that sort of thing yet."
"Aww," said Hermione jokingly. "So, what if I want to have no tan lines this year while Harry is around?"
Ophelia smirked at her daughter. "I think your father would have issues with you tanning nude period. The fact that Harry was around will only make your dad go spare. Then I would have to match you, could you imagine your boyfriend's mental state when I am like that?
"Mommmm!"
"Relax, I bought barely covering suits for all of us, ladies. They are one step above wearing nothing. However, with Harry's aunt, mom, and sister just like that, Harry and your dad will be on their toes."
"Really?"
"Yes, daughter, Harry's aunt, mother, and sister all wanted to wear nothing. I had to persuade them not to be getting these suits. I am not sure which of us ladies being nude would bother Harry the most. Probably his sister. However, if it looks chill at the end of the trip; we will all be going to a beach where clothes are not allowed."
"Mommm!!!" Her mom just laughed. She enjoyed embarrassing her daughter.
Then Hermione got to look at the microkini her mom bought for her. "Momm! What the hell is this? This is worse than no swimwear at all!"
"This is the compromise. Just think if Harry's looks while you are in it." Ophelia smirked and started to get changed. "And how comfortable you will be when we go to the clothing not allowed beach. One last thing daughter; I know you are interested in females also; drool with respect."
""MOMMM!!!" Hermione whined again, and blushed. She just realized that in her moment of self-pity, she forgot that she was also going to enjoy the views. At least she was not lusting after Harry's mom, aunt, or sister. She was also glad that Dana showed no interest in her."
"Mom, do you think Aelia or Michelle have any interest in you or dad?" Hermione said finally getting to retaliate.
"Thankfully no, though I did see Michelle leave with a bloke and Aelia left with a couple after we had dinner and drink at the Jules Verne." Ophelia said still blushing.
{S}
"You ready?" Hermione asked Harry who looked nervous. They were heading out to the beach.
"Sure," Harry was drinking in the sight of the ocean before he turned around to set up his towel on one of the loungers.
Her mom was right, after a bit, Harry ignored all the other girls and women on the beach.
Harry stopped midway as Hermione pulled off her sarong. Underneath, she was wearing a red string microkini. He had never seen her wearing so little and suddenly he was able to appreciate the curves she was developing.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione asked as she stretched her arms wide over her head. "You're still wearing your shirt."
"I'm fine," Harry said. "I'm just not sure I'm ready for that."
"It's okay," she said softly. "You're in a safe place."
Taking a deep breath, Harry still looked scared. He pulled his full shirt over his head, leaving him only in emerald green swim trunks and a t-shirt.
The scars on his arms and legs were not that visible with how pale he was.
"Well, you can use a tan," Hermione said.
"Come on, let's go swimming."
"S-s-sw-swimming?" Harry stepped backward.
"Yes, swimming. In the ocean." Hermione pulled on his hand but he didn't move.
"What's the matter?"
"I, uh," Harry mumbled. "Don't know how."
"What? I would have thought, blast it. Okay. No better time than the present," Hermione pulled his hand again and dragged him toward the water. For the next half hour, Hermione went over the different strokes and techniques until Harry, ever the athlete, was swimming circles around her. She appreciated his athleticism. She was looking forward to seeing Harry on the other beach.
"There you've got it!" Hermione was impressed and a little jealous at how quickly Harry picked this up.
Once they got tired of swimming, they got out of the water and rejoined their families lounging. Today they were near a group of four women and one man. Well, one middle-aged woman and man, and two girls, a teenager, and a young girl. The teenager was only a year or two older than Hermione. The women were all platinum blonde and all very good-looking. Even the older woman looked beautiful. To Hermione's discomfort, they were all topless. Making it worse, their swim bottoms were even briefer than her own.
Hermione did not want to admit she could stare at them and Harry for the rest of the day. Deciding to quit lusting, she laid down on her beach towel, and Hermione began reading her animagus book. She did not want Harry to see that her nipples were hard and pointy.
Hermione noticed their neighbors looking at them occasionally.
"My God -in French" The eldest daughter suddenly pointed toward Harry. "Mama, it's!"
"It is not polite to point, Fleur!" Her father admonished her in French.
"Yes, we know who he is." Her mother said in English.
"You do?" Harry asked. He noticed that something was coming off of the woman that he didn't understand. Something he could ignore. "You know who I am?"
"Yes," the mother said. "You look just like the stories said you would. There is also your infamous scar. I am Apolline Delacour. That is my husband, Sébastién, and my daughters, Fleur and Gabrielle."
"Nice to meet you," Harry said. "This is my… girlfriend Hermione Granger and her parents Jack and Ophelia. These are my adopted mom, Michelle Jones, adopted aunt, Aelia Rookwood, and the brat there is my adopted sister, Dana." Dana turned to them from where she was building a sand castle and stuck her tongue out at Harry. That caused all of the adults to laugh.
"It is nice to meet all of you," Sébastién said.
"It is nice to meet magicals here in France," Hermione said.
"You are from England?" Fleur asked.
"Yes, just on vacation," Hermione said.
Fleur smiled. "We come to this beach every year.
Hermione felt a draw to this vixen. "I, uh,"
"We are veela, I am sorry you seem to be bothered by our allure. Do you perchance bat for both teams?" Fleur asked.
Hermione could only nod, blushing.
"We could go off…." Fleur teased.
"Not without Harry." Hermione suddenly cleared her mind. "I have a courting contract with him. It only allows me to play with other wives or consorts or ones-to-be. Sorry," Fleur's eyes grew wide at hearing that. She could see the truth in the words though.
Apolline said. "Our allure is most difficult to ignore, even controlled as it is."
"Is that what that was?" Harry asked. "I felt something pull on my mind. It felt foreign and so I pushed it away."
"Really?" Apolline seemed surprised. "Do you mind if I try something?"
"Sure…" Harry replied, cautiously. Before he could ask what, she wanted to try, he felt the heat of the beach rise and she took on an ethereal aura. He shook his head and pushed the feeling away. When he opened his eyes, Apolline was back to normal. "Impressive," she said. "You were able to handle an adult veela's full allure. Very few can resist." Hermione took a few seconds to shrug off the allure, she smiled that it hadn't affected her Harry at all. No girl would be able to steal him from them. She ignored her hard nipples and wet spot in her bathing suit.
"Which school do you go to?" Hermione asked.
"Beauxbâtons," Fleur said with pride in her eyes. "I just finished my sixth year at Beauxbâtons."
"Did you take your O.W.L.s? What is Beauxbâtons Like?" Hermione had turned over and sat up. Her thirst for knowledge quenched her lust.
"Oui!" Fleur said. "I am waiting on my results. Beauxbâtons. Is a beautiful school."
"How exciting! Hogwarts is a dreary castle."
Hermione bounced a little on her lounger. She quit when Harry gave her a look. "Easy, Hermione," he calmed her down. "She's here to relax. Not be interrogated. Even if it is from a beautiful nymph."
"Thank you, Harry," Fleur smiled at him while Hermione blushed.
Harry said. "Are you doing okay Gabrielle?" The little girl blushed and hid around her mom.
"She's a little shy," Fleur said, smiling wistfully.
"However, once she warms up, be ready. She's quite the chatterbox." Fleur said, smiling at her sister. Laughing a bit when her sister stuck her tongue out. It was a mirror copy of Dana.
"Wonder what that's like," Harry said smirking while he got glares from both Hermione and his sister as the elder Grangers and Michelle laughed.
The two school girls started just talking while the adults and Harry just went to sun themselves and were reading books. Gabrielle and Dana played in the water.
Fleur beamed. Being a veela, it was unusual for people to have a real conversation with her, not mindless drivel. There were two magicals her age that could. Both were sexy and smart.
"Do you play quidditch?" Harry asked.
"Non. I am a decent flyer but I am not interested in competing. I take it you play?" Fleur replied.
"No, I just like to fly. Only quidditch players fly a lot at Hogwarts."
"Well with that, how about we go shopping?" Fleur asked Hermione. She wanted some girl time.
"Is it safe around here for young girls to be beside themselves?" Ophelia asked.
"Oui," said Apolline, "Though many men might try to impress Fleur."
"I am not so easily impressed!" said Fleur, "I will be fine with 'Ermione. Though some may try to impress her too."
"I'm fine with it," said Ophelia, "As long as you don't go too far."
"Very well," said Apolline, "Our laws here are not quite like England, underage witches can use magic as long as you are not observed by muggles. Do not hesitate to use stinging hexes if you feel threatened."
The two girls both promised to be vigilant, and then they grabbed their handbags which contained their wands, and they were off. Harry noticed the looks both shot him as they were off.
Initially, Hermione asked a lot of questions about French magical society. Fleur was patient with Hermione, but it soon became clear that Fleur was getting a bit bored. So, Hermione switched to talking about the local city. Fleur was more interested here, giving Hermione lots of advice as to what parts of the city were worth seeing.
Fleur showed Hermione to some of the shops that were just off the beach. There were a lot of interesting curios and souvenirs, but also some genuinely nice clothing stores, though most of them primarily sold beachwear. Even the skimpy attire that she and Fleur were wearing. Hermione realized that she didn't feel nearly as oddly walking around town in a skimpy swimsuit as she had thought she would. Part of it was because she was with Fleur. Most of the teenage boys looked at Fleur as she passed. Some of them she ignored, but others she winked at or smiled at. Fleur was rather well-developed for a young girl, so Hermione understood why she was getting the attention even without the allure.
"You don't seem to mind all the attention you're getting," said Hermione.
Fleur shrugged, "Teenage boys will lust after girls they like no matter what they wear. If I was in a burka, they would think it sexy."
"Must be nice to be wanted," said Hermione.
She noticed Fleur's eyes shine at that. "You are better looking than you tink." said Fleur, "Your boy may think more of you than you think. Fleur said slyly in rapid French; "Don't worry, even I would like to fuck you with my tongue."
That idea seemed to cheer Hermione up. For a little while at least. She wasn't happy with what Fleur said in French. She didn't understand any of it because she said it too fast. But she thought the veela was trying to seduce her. She wanted to allow it but not without Harry being included.
{S}
Harry, Dana, and Gabriel went to the water's edge to build sand castles. Hermione was happy that Harry finally took off his T-shirt.
"Now that the children are away, may I ask you something?" Apolline asked.
Both Aelia and Michelle shared a look. "This is about Harry, correct?" Aelia responded. She was wondering what this was about. She recognized Sébastién, as head of the French DMLE; so, they at least were safe folk.
"Oui, I heard Hermione say about marriage contracts. Do you English still use those barbaric things?"
"Unfortunately, magical Britain is still centuries backward." Aelia sighed. "In Hermione's case, she gets protection with the agreement. Unfortunately first borne witches need that. But her contract is fair. She can also cancel with no penalty. Why do you ask?"
"Your adopted son is not affected by the full allure of a fully grown veela. He is also very powerful. Both of those are things, veela looks for in our mates. Is he perchance as intelligent as he sounds?"
"Harry is fourth in his class at Hogwarts. Hermione is number one, well sort of. She is neck and neck with another girl that Harry has a consort agreement to." Michelle said.
"So, English does have those ancient customs. But Hermione and you said consorts and wives as in plural?"
"Harry is currently the heir to three possibly four ancient and noble houses. No that is not correct. He is heir to an ancient and noble house, the Potters, and heir to two most ancient and Noble houses. He has one he can claim by right of conquest. So, he will probably end up with at least three wives and three or more consorts." Michelle said as she frowned at Apolline. She could see the woman scheming. She had to protect her son; but considering how sexy Fleur was, her son my like another wife.
Aelia smirked at her sister. "During the Voldemort war, many families died out. It also left many lines without male heirs. For example, my friend Amelia Bones has no children and the only other living relative is her niece."
Sébastién chimed in. "Would that be Madam Bones, director of the British DMLE?"
"Yes, you know her?" Aelia asked.
"I am the director of the French DMLE. Do you work at the ministry?" Sébastién inquired.
"Michelle does contract work for the circus now; before her daughter, she worked there full time. With the resurgence of the Death Eaters, she and her daughter have relocated. She will probably wind up with ASIS. I work for the British DoM." Aelia said with a challenge.
"Interesting, I assume ASIS is like our DGSE? From both your scanning of the beach, you are muggle and magical hit-witches?" Sébastién said he had his hand on his wand; not sure it would help in this went pair shape. Both these ladies radiated competence.
"Such things are figments of the Daily Prophet and the Sun." Michelle fired back. Sébastién laughed at that. Michelle and Aelia joined him. This lets tension leave the adults.
"Will Harry be in the Prophet just like you were?"
"Maybe." Aelia smiled back.
"Fleur is starting her training as a special auror even though she does not want to be one. While neither of us, her parents approve, she gave us no choice." Apolline said sadly.
"That is better than Harry. Even on the train to Hogwarts for his first year; the children of the death eaters tried to kill him. So, all we have done is train him likewise."
"It is a sad day that they cannot just be children. Our daughter Gabriel wants to continue our line. Fleur wants a husband that understands harsh realities. Plus she is number one at her school. Perhaps, our children should also sign a contract if they agree, non?" Apolline asked. She realized how lethal Harry was from his aunt and mother. He would be a great protector of her flower.
Michelle just sighed heavily; after seeing the nod from her sister. "Sure."
Sébastién smirked. He knew that the ladies were hedging their bets for Harry. He also knew that with Harry's tacit support, the French DMLE would gain the ability to kill death eaters on sight. One of those bitches had killed one of their mistresses. He wanted to make sure that never happened again.
{S}
The next day they enjoyed the beach again. This time Hermione finally realized that Harry did check out every female on the beach. It did disturb her. Then it made her puzzled. It took a while for her to understand Harry's actions.
She noticed how he was doing it. The first scan was the same way all of them; Dana, Michelle, Fleur, Aelia, Harry, and Sébastién checked out all the people within thirty meters. That scan was to look for physical and magical threats.
Harry then did a second scan of all the females on the beach. His eyes drifted over all the intimate bits then ended with the legs then the face. After he scanned all within thirty meters. He let his eyes roam over to her and Fleur. Unless a new person came within thirty meters his eyes stuck to both of them. No matter how sexier any other girl compared to her; his eyes kept to them. There was even a few other veela that had both her and Fleur drooling; but Harry had his eyes only for her and Fleur. Did Harry love her that much; was his will that strong, or was there some other reason? He had more control over his looking than her dad or Sébastién. Harry could be a mystery on occasion.
Since her mom was correct; before the end of the day; she did some tanning without any suit; to reward Harry. She didn't mind that Fleur did that same. She was glad she could do it without a full body blush. She got a reward for it. She loved the appreciating look Harry gave her. Ignoring all other girls but her and Fleur.
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