Chương 27: Emma Granger Pt. 1
When one is a single mother raising a gifted child, sacrifices had to be made. Emma Granger knew this better than most, especially after the divorce she'd gone through when Hermione was only five years old. Hermione's father had wanted absolutely nothing to do with his daughter after the divorce was finalized… but Emma hadn't just gone for full custody in the wake of such a claim, she'd made sure that the judge instituted the maximum amount of child support.
If he was going to abandon her and their baby girl, she was going to make sure he paid for it. And to the man's credit (it was hard to think of him even as her ex-husband, let alone the father of her child) he'd made the payments on time over the years, a check landing in the proper account each month at the proper time. That money had helped her and Hermione get through many a rough patch over the years, and Emma had never regretted going after the court order that forced him to pay it.
That said, she'd still had to make sacrifices over the years. Wanting the best for her daughter, Emma hadn't allowed those sacrifices to touch anything that meant Hermione would have a better life. That meant keeping her job as a dentist, that meant making sure Hermione got into the best schools. It also meant that Emma set aside her own personal needs in lieu of Hermione's.
Needless to say, it'd been quite some time since she'd had a lover. She knew intellectually that she was quite beautiful and wouldn't have any problems attracting suitors, but she'd ultimately decided that there wasn't a man out there who was worth her time. Even after Hermione had gotten that letter from Hogwarts, even after Emma had found herself all alone for a majority of the year while Hermione went off to learn magic… relationships just weren't in the cards.
That wasn't to say she wasn't still in need of a certain level of… sexual gratification. Emma worked her way through sex toys of all shapes and sizes faster than she'd like to admit, and ultimately, she had quite the healthy libido at her age. It was more something to be managed than pursued though, just a bit of health upkeep, much like taking daily showers and what not.
All the same, because of all of this, Emma's not too sure what to think of the contents of the letter she's currently holding in her hands. Hermione has been writing her weekly for years now, ever since she went off to Hogwarts. Her daughter's letters have most definitely been a balm on Emma's soul, a way for her to stay connected to the child she's given so much for, the child that's now drifting away to a world Emma can't follow her to.
But still… this particular letter… licking her lips, Emma pulls it up again, her eyes darting back and forth to make sure she's read it properly the first few times. But yep. The words haven't changed since she last looked down at them. Hermione's latest missive details how she's coming home for a weekend. Normally, that would be fantastic news, if a bit surprising. But she'd also wrote to tell her mother that she was bringing company along as well. Namely, her boyfriend, Harry Potter.
Now, Emma didn't have anything against Harry. She knew who he was by this point, Hermione's letters and their mother-daughter chats over the summers and holidays of the past several years had told Emma all there was to know about one Harry James Potter. The young man was her daughter's best friend, and according to a few eyebrow lifting accounts from Hermione, he was also her daughter's savior.
Only recently had they taken things the next step, but Emma was just as happy to hear Hermione had a boyfriend that she'd been to hear that Hermione had found true friendship at Hogwarts. That the boy who'd taken up both spots was one in the same didn't bother her in the least. Harry was a good lad, as far as Emma was concerned. Hermione wouldn't have stuck with him for so long if he wasn't, she'd taught her daughter well on that front.
The problem stemmed from Hermione beginning to send pictures of her and Harry along with her letters in recent times, as of them becoming a couple in fact. And… Emma hated to admit it, but Harry Potter was a serious hunk of man meat. Blushing a little at her own treacherous thought, Emma nonetheless sets aside Hermione's letter to gaze at the magical photo beneath it.
Hermione and Harry stand side by side, waving in Emma's direction. But where Emma can see Hermione's other hand pressed between her and Harry as he holds her to his side, she can't see Harry's hand behind Hermione's body. And if she watches closely, if she stares very intently… there it is again. The picture loops of course, it has to. But near the end, every time it's about to loop, two things happen.
First, Hermione jumps the barest of inches and then squirms a little as she bites her lower lip. Second, Harry's smile as he looks directly into the camera, directly at HER, becomes just a bit wicked, a bit roguish. Emma Granger might be a little rusty. She might have been out of the game for a bit. But she knows what a pinch on the tushie looks like. She knows what enjoyment of that pinch looks like on a woman's face too.
It leaves Emma fantasizing about just what sort of relationship Harry and Hermione have. Are they moving a bit fast for boyfriend and girlfriend? All her life, Emma has sacrificed for her little girl, doing all she can to make sure Hermione grows up healthy, confident, and strong. In this instant though, Emma finds herself growing aroused as she watches the photo loop over and over again, her daughter's blush and lip bite, followed by Harry's cocky, knowing grin.
She shouldn't… she really shouldn't… but in the end she does. Holding the picture in one hand, Emma Granger slides her other hand down her body, slipping it beneath the waistband of her pants as she nibbles at her lower lip. God, she was a mess… she'd have to make sure she was presentable before Friday rolled around. Wouldn't want to give a bad impression to her daughter's paramour, after all.
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When Friday evening DOES finally arrive, Emma is ready. She's gone the full nine yards over the past week, setting up appointments with places all around town. She'd had a pedicure, a massage, her hair properly dyed and styled, everything she could think of. Perhaps it was a little much, but Emma had left no stone unturned. Now here she was, dolled up in makeup and wearing something that was… well, a bit more provocative than normal. Nothing truly slutty or whorish, at least in Emma's opinion.
She wasn't looking to STEAL Harry from Hermione or anything. She was probably showing more skin than was appropriate for dinner with her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend, but the dress she was wearing was tasteful in it's design, as far as she was concerned. Ultimately, Emma simply wanted to see if she could get another one of those roguish smiles from Harry, this time in the flesh. The MILF figured that alone would be enough to tide her over for a time once Hermione and Harry left at the end of the weekend.
The doorbell rings, pulling her from her thoughts. Hurrying over, the MILF-y brunette makes sure that she's still presentable using the foyer mirror, and then she heads to the door, pulling it open with a smile on her face as she steps to the side.
"Hermione, darling. So good to see you. And you must be Harry. I've heard a lot about you."
Hermione goes in for a quick hug and then pulls away before Emma even knows what's happening.
"Hey mom, need to hop up to my room really quick, be right back!"
And just like that, she's alone with Harry as Hermione practically takes the stairs three at a time. Emma stares after her for a moment, wondering if the younger woman even saw what Emma was wearing. Probably not, given the lack of reaction. And now she'd left her mother all alone with her studly boyfriend. As Emma turns back to Harry to apologize for her daughter's rudeness, she finds the words dying in her throat as she finally truly takes in the young man.
He has an aura to him, that's the first thought that runs through her head. She'd never been much for superstitions and the like before Hermione had found out she was a witch, but once Emma knew magic was real, she'd done plenty of research into the sort of 'magics' that HER world engaged in. Some of it was obviously hogwash, but it was clear that 'presence' and 'aura' weren't entirely because Harry himself was giving off some serious power as he smiled at her.
Emma's plan to simply coax another roguish grin from Harry goes right out the window with the departure of her daughter and the feeling of whatever the fuck it was that was washing over her. As she steps forward to properly greet her daughter's boyfriend, Emma goes in for a hug, and despite her earlier thoughts of not wanting to come across as slutty or whorish, she pushes her tits up against his chest as she brushes the back of her hand against the front of his crotch.
Her tone is a lot huskier when she repeats herself.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Harry."
She's half expecting him to react like a hormonal teenager should when confronted with a beautiful older woman showing him her affections. However, the other part of her is in truth expecting what Harry's actual reaction turns out to be. As such, she's only slightly surprised when he reciprocates by grabbing onto her delightful derriere from behind, digging his digits into her flesh beneath her dress as she wiggles in his grip, barely managing to hold in a moan.
Emma can't believe how turned on she is right now, the closeness of their bodies only serving to leave her dripping wet in mere moments. It has to be magic of some sort, but the MILF-y dentist can't truly bring herself to mind that, even as Harry gives her a knowing wink and leans in to whisper in her ear.
"I think we're going to have a lot of fun this weekend, Miss Granger."
Blushing, Emma opens her mouth to ask him to call her by her first name, but before she can get the words out, Hermione's voice rings out through the air.
"Mom?"
They pull apart, though Emma does so much more hastily than Harry. When she turns around to face her daughter, eyes wide, she finds Hermione has dolled herself up a bit as well and changed into something both more comfortable and a little more revealing. Emma didn't actually know that Hermione HAD an outfit like the one she's wearing now.
All the same, Hermione isn't outraged or irritated. She's not even angry as she stands there near the bottom of the stairs, a slight frown on her face. It's more of a confused frown than anything else, like Hermione is seeing something she doesn't quite understand.
"Mom… what are you wearing?"
It's Emma's turn to blush in embarrassment as she runs her hands along her dress to make sure its straightened out. Covering up for her lapse with a smile, the older woman shrugs.
"What, I can't want to make a good first impression with my daughter's boyfriend?"
Hermione blinks at that, her eyes darting to Harry. And then SHE'S blushing, and like mother, like daughter, she too tries to cover it up with a nonchalant half-shrug as she walks the rest of the way down the stairs.
"I think normally it's the boyfriend who wants to make a good first impression, mom."
Harry chuckles and finally speaks up from behind her, drawing the attention of both women without much effort at all.
"Oh, I'm sure I will."
Neither mother nor daughter really have a response to give in the face of Harry's confidence. Save for blushing and squirming some more as his very presence arouses them. In the end, Emma eventually composes herself and draws them both into the dining room, where she's prepared a veritable feast for dinner.
Here, she figures she'll be able to regain some of her pride. Probably.
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