The (Non-Marriage) Law

Beach House

Harry used the Floo, after calling and making sure that Narcissa was ready for him. As much as he disliked Floo travel, using portkeys was worse, in his opinion.

Narcissa welcomed him, wearing a silk house-gown that clung to her body and accentuated her curves, making Harry wonder if there was anything between it and her skin. Had he not known that she had a son his age, he could have easily said she looked no older than twenty-two. The frown lines, he had previously seen on her face, were no longer there, and the only other lines he could see, if he looked real hard, were those resulting from smiling and laughing.

"I've been assigned as your mate," he said, presenting the letter.

She waved it aside. "I don't care about the letter. When I realized that the law affects me, the only man I wanted to mate with was you."

"But why?"

She shrugged. "There's more than one reason. You're not only the man who defeated the dark lord, you actually faced him and let him try to kill you and still survived. If the child you give me gets only a small part of that bravery, I'd be very happy. Besides, you're becoming a very handsome and attractive man, one every woman would like to bed. Then there's also my rebellious side. Like Andromeda, my sister, I didn't like the pureblood agenda, but I wasn't strong enough to openly rebel, like she did. Now, shagging Harry Potter and bearing his child would be the ultimate defiance against Voldemort, against Malfoy and against my birth family."

"I don't think Draco would like it," Harry commented.

"That's just another reason to do it. That boy is still too much like his father. He needs a few more shocks to start thinking on his own. Shall we proceed now?"

Her suggestive movements left no doubt about her intentions. She led him to her bedroom, which had a large window showing the shore and the sea, that was quite wavy at the moment. Without any hesitation, she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body.

Harry stood there, looking at her as if she was an apparition or a ghost, although his trousers started tenting nicely. Narcissa seemed sexier than he could expect, with a trim body, nice breasts, just the right size, and a triangle of blond pubic hair pointing at her feminine crack. He wondered in the back of his mind if she had any Veela blood in her – she looked too enticing to be only human.

Narcissa didn't wait for him to react. She closed the distance between them and started undressing him with concise and efficient movements. Once his boxers fell to the floor, she took a good look at his erect member, licking her lips.

Harry didn't really need instructions. He felt as if he was performing a ritual older than the human race, caressing, kissing and licking his way until he finally sheathed his erection inside her wet tunnel. Narcissa helped him, instructing him more in groans and moans than in words, moving his hands and his fingers where she wanted them most and making sure she got every bit of pleasure out of their physical union. By the time Harry collapsed at her side, after leaving a nice quantity of his sperm inside her, both were still riding the waves of their orgasm.

Narcissa hugged him tightly and moved so that he could suck her tit while regaining his breath. A short while later, he seemed to gain his erection back as well. Narcissa was not one to let it go to waste. She straddled him and rode him in abandon, gaining another nice portion of sperm and another enjoyable orgasm.

It took them almost half an hour to recuperate. "I've never enjoyed it as much," Narcissa told him, "not even when I had others trying to sate me, besides my husband. I hope you'll make me enjoy it just the same on every visit."

"I'll do my best to help you enjoy this," he promised.

"What will you do once you get pregnant?" he added.

She smiled mischievously. "I'll keep practicing for the next pregnancy. They say practice makes perfect."

"And after the child is born?"

She turned serious. "What do you want?"

"I want all my children to have both their parents, not the way I grew up. I want to take an active part in raising my children."

"You're welcome to take as big a part in their lives as you like. This doesn't mean we can't enjoy some more s*x while raising them, though."

He smiled back. "Of course not, but now I need to go back to school, if you don't mind."

"I'd actually like you to stay for the night. We could enjoy each other some more, you know... but I understand. We each have our duties. Would you like to shower before you go?"

Harry didn't think she would be joining the shower, yet she did. She helped him wash his back and let his hands roam her body freely. Had this shower not followed two intensive s*x sessions, it would have turned into one. Harry enjoyed it very much, but was not ready for another shag so soon.

"When will we do it again?" she asked. By now she was wearing another house-gown, just as elegant, but not as enticing.

"I'm not sure. It will probably be in a day or two. I'll let you know beforehand."

"If I'm not home, try to call me at the Tonks residence. I'm spending a lot of time with Andy and Teddy. You may visit me there."

Harry smiled. "It's been too long since I visited Teddy. As his godfather, I really should visit more often."

"Of course, yet you need not neglect your other obligations. Besides, Andy is not too old to appreciate a good shag, you know."

"Sorry, but I seem to have more than enough shags as is. Andy should find hers elsewhere."

Narcissa smiled teasingly. "Of course. If you have enough stamina for another shag, I'd really like to be the one enjoying it, despite loving my sister."

It still felt weird kissing Narcissa goodbye, yet it felt very nice as well.

He was still smiling at the memory of his visit when he reached the common room, where a bushy brown storm was awaiting him.

"Harry! Where have you been? I've been so worried about you! What happened?" Hermione said, while hugging him tightly, the way she had always done.

"I had a meeting at the ministry," he said.

"With Kingsley? I met him earlier today and he said you were expected a bit later. What was it about?"

"That stupid law! He gave me a list to choose from. I only wanted one, but he said that two more wanted only me."

"Whom did you choose?" There was much more than mere curiosity in her voice. Harry thought she was controlling her anxiety very well, but not perfectly.

"Well, it was difficult. There's one young girl I don't know at all, yet she's a close relative of the minister. I couldn't refuse her."

Hermione's anxiety seemed to rise sharply. Harry took her hand in his and pressed lightly, making her relax just a bit. They had always had that effect on each other. "Who else?" she asked.

"There's a MILF there, that I just couldn't refuse. She's gorgeous, despite being twice my age. I visited her soon after I left the minister's office. She's a great shag, that's sure."

He could see the anxiety returning to Hermione's eyes, much stronger than before. He didn't wait for her question, not wanting to prolong her torture. "Then there's the woman I can't live without. I've never had s*x with her; I've never even kissed her. I only know that I need her in my life, at my side, for as long as I live, just the way she'd been with me since our first year at Hogwarts."

Hermione was too anxious to pay attention to his words, or she would have surely guessed right. "Who is she?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"She's the woman whose hand I hold right now, looking into her eyes and finally understanding what I see. I love you, Hermione. I would have gladly been only yours, but I'm also assigned to two others."

"Oh, thank goodness! I would have gone to jail if they forced me to be with anybody else. I would have killed myself, maybe. But with you, Harry, it's all right, and I don't mind if you enjoy another woman or two as well."

She became suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, barely standing upright. Harry hugged her tightly and supported her to the couch, where he made sure to continue hugging her, giving her all the support she wanted.

Hermione put her head on his shoulder and cried a bit, letting her emotions out and gradually relaxing. Harry just hugged her and caressed her brown mane, enjoying the feeling of having her so close.

Ron approached and sat on his other side. "Why is she crying?"

"She's just relieved of the anxiety she felt of getting a mate who would not be the one she liked."

Ron shrugged. "I could have impregnated her already and spared her all the hassle, but she was saving herself for 'the one', although she didn't know who he was. Now she'll have to be impregnated by whoever is assigned the task."

"What about you? Have you been assigned any witch?" Harry asked, not wanting to discuss either Hermione or himself.

"Sure! And quite a witch she is! I was assigned two, actually. One is Lavender brown. You know I wanted to shag her since fifth year. Now it is my duty!"

"And the other?" Harry insisted.

"Millicent Bulstrode." Ron's voice didn't sound as happy now.

"She could turn out to be a nice shag, you know."

"But I find it hard to even look at her!"

"You can dim the lights," Hermione suggested, joining the conversation.

"I'd still know who she is," Ron complained.

"I thought you didn't mind too much, as long as she was female," Hermione teased him.

"Well, the way she looks, I'm not even sure she is," he retorted.

"Don't worry. She's equipped just the same, even if the size may differ a bit," Hermione reassured him. "You may enjoy yourself just as much, and if you're good to her, she'll make sure you enjoy it even better."

Ron grimaced and moved away.

"At least he didn't ask about us," Harry sighed in relief.

"Don't worry. He'll explode whenever he finds out, I'm sure," she smiled at him. "Now, care to tell me who the other ones are?"

Harry sighed. "There's Leilani Huston. She's a fourth year Ravenclaw and Shack's niece, twice removed. I don't remember ever seeing her, but she looks quite nice in the photo he had of her. I think I should meet her tomorrow. And the third one is Narcissa, formerly Malfoy."

"Draco's mother? Why would she insist on you?"

"She listed her reasons. I believe it's mainly to tease her former husband and his friends. Shack suggested I should visit her first, to gain some experience, after I confessed that I had none."

"I thought you and Ginny..."

"Just as I thought you and Ron were close. We weren't, mainly because of me."

"So, you've met Narcissa, I believe. How was that?"

Harry chuckled. "Very educational. I learned a bit about women and anatomy and about how to make one enjoy herself, although she didn't explicitly teach me. We both enjoyed it."

"Isn't she a bit old for you?"

Harry shrugged. "I thought so, but once I saw her, I no longer minded her age. She really is fabulous."

Hermione seemed worried again. "Where does it put me, then?"

Harry looked in her eyes. "Hermione, it took me too long to understand that I love you. I want to marry you and make you my wife. I may eventually wed the other two, if they have my children, but you will always be my closest friend, my love. Nobody can take your place."

"Is that a proposal?" she asked, unsure about it.

"It is, if you want, and it's a promise, a vow, that I fully intend to keep. Will you marry me, my love?"

"Yes, Harry. It took me almost as long to understand my feelings. Now I know that I love you and I want to be only yours. I'll gladly marry you."

Their lips came closer and they kissed each other for the first time. Harry felt his love growing. He felt that his love was flowing to Hermione just as her love was flowing to him. Both closed their eyes as they deepened the kiss, becoming oblivious to everything but each other. They didn't see how they both started glowing, nor the bright flash that illuminated the common room for a moment, as if several suns were shining within. It was a few minutes later, when they finally broke the kiss, that they noticed everybody watching them with awe.