Bound

France - part 2

Dave started a session of their Judo training as soon as they left the beach. They spent about two hours training and were very thankful for the bathrooms in their tent, once their lesson was over.

Both couples retired to their bedrooms for an hour. They then went to the pool, where most socializing was done. They only found one girl close to their age there, but although she was exposing her budding body for all to see, she was quite shy to start any conversation with others and stayed close to her mother and her younger brother.

The next three days were much the same: a morning run along the beach for all four of them, a light breakfast in the tent followed by Judo training and then some sea-side activities. Lunch was eaten in the tent, followed by a short nap in the bedrooms, or that was what they called it. They used the early afternoons for touring the neighborhood a bit, clothed, for a change. They then spent the late afternoon at the pool, dining at the resort’s restaurant and then joining whatever social activity was offered or just retiring early. They actually had TV sets in the living room and in each of the bedrooms, but none was interested enough to even switch them on.

Hermione used any spare time to read some more, having brought a few books with her just for the occasion. These were romantic novels which she wouldn’t have spared a glance at under different circumstances, yet they were very appropriate for a newly wed.

They packed their tents the fourth day, put on some clothes and drove to another resort. This one was a much larger place, accommodating hundreds of families, yet the atmosphere was quite similar.

They didn’t bother with the muggle tent this time. Using the car for cover, they setup the magical tent in no time and then joined the crowd near the pool, as the sea seemed a bit rough.

They were just splashing each other joyfully when a voice called “Hermione?”

Harry turned around, trying to attach a face to the familiar voice. He found much more than a face. Lavender Brown was jumping up and down at the side of the pool, trying to catch Hermione’s attention and catching the attention of practically every male around with her bouncing t**s.

“Lavender!” Hermione squeaked and swam towards her. “I didn’t expect to see you or anybody from school here,” she told her as she came near.

“Well, I didn’t expect it either. I use to come here with my parents each year since I can remember, but I’ve never met anybody... like us.”

“My parents love variety, so they visit different places each year.”

Harry joined them now, making Lavender gasp in surprise.

“Harry?! I never thought you looked so... WOW!”

He smiled, sweeping her body with his eyes, “You look very nice as well.”

Lavender blushed a bit. “So, is it really true that you are now a couple? Not that it was so hard to believe, yet... it was so sudden.”

Harry put his hand on Hermione’s waist, hugging her lightly. “Yes, we are a couple and we are very happy about it.”

Lavender grabbed his hand. “Come to my tent. I want to hear all the details. Par will be so jealous!”

Hermione frowned. “Why? Did she want to be with Harry?”

“I don’t think she cares one way or the other, but she’s always keen on knowing everything first.”

Lavender wanted to know everything, asking very intimate question without even thinking. Hermione only told her the basics – practically just a bit more detailed description than the one already published. She admitted to having consummated their marriage, but wouldn’t give any more details, except for saying, “I don’t think I could have had a better or more considerate partner for my first time than Harry. He gave me something that could make every woman envious.”

Harry paid more attention to what he saw than to what he heard. Lavender, despite being a few months younger than Hermione was much more developed. Her curves were more feminine, her breasts much larger and even her pubic area more pronounced, yet he liked Hermione’s looks much better. With Lavender everything looked a bit exaggerated. He thought she might turn similar to Mrs. Weasley in a few years, unless she was very careful.

Lavender’s presence proved to be a bit of a nuisance, although she didn’t really bother them after the first conversation, yet they didn’t feel as free knowing she could be watching, considering what a gossip she was. Luckily, there were many other children their age there and they enjoyed meeting them.

It was still a bit of relief when they left that resort and started their way to Paris. Harry wasn’t fond of big crowds, like the one in that resort. He really liked the first one better. They were all dressed quite skimpily, as most tourists near the Mediterranean Sea at this time of the year. They stopped on their way a few times, visiting some old Chateaux or interesting old towns.

They were approaching Paris when Dave took the exit from the auto-route.

“Dad, Paris is straight ahead. Why do you change direction?” Hermione asked him.

“I thought we might just enjoy another stop on our way,” he answered cryptically.

They were soon on another highway, going farther from Paris. Evening was already setting and Harry was dozing on the back seat when Hermione noticed a road sign.

“Are you taking us to...”

Jean stopped her with a hand gesture. “It’s his birthday tomorrow, isn’t it?”

Hermione wanted to hug them, but it wasn’t possible at the moment. She only whispered to her parents “I love you so much!”

Harry woke up only when they parked in a large parking lot in front of the hotel. “Are we in Paris?” he asked, quite sleepily.

“No. We decided to stay here before going to Paris,” Dave told him.

Harry didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings. He had actually slept very little the previous night, enjoying several orgasms with his wife. Hermione didn’t seem to need much sleep, but he was exhausted the whole day. He didn’t even recognize the logo on the door of their suit, which also appeared on several items in the rooms. Hermione tucked him in and then went to talk with her parents.

“We thought this may be a nice present for his thirteenth birthday,” Jean said.

“And I was sure you’ll enjoy it as well, despite having visited here before,” Dave commented.

“I’m sure he’ll love it, although he’s too tired now to even notice. Actually, I’m not sure he even knows the logo, as his relatives had never let him enjoy television and never took him to the cinema. They should have been thrown in jail!”

“Do you think Harry would have liked them to?” Dave asked.

Hermione didn’t need to think about it. “No, he isn’t vindictive. He’s just happy to be free of them.”

Jean gave her a small package. “Put this on his side-table. It’s a small birthday present for him. Did you buy him anything?”

“I couldn’t. He knows every single thought I may have, just as I know his. I can’t keep a secret from him even if I try. It’s just like trying to keep a secret from myself. I hope we’ll find something suitable tomorrow.”

“And do get some sleep tonight. You’re almost as tired as he is, and tomorrow may be a very busy day.”

Harry woke up quite early, not really knowing where he was, but feeling Hermione sleeping peacefully at his side he couldn’t care less. He looked at her face lovingly, noticing her long lashes which fluttered a little as she was dreaming, and her red lips, which needed no lipstick to look sexy and enticing. His eyes wandered to her chest. It was just perfect! Not as big and heavy as Lavender’s, yet big enough for him to cup it lovingly, to caress it, lick it and suck its pink n*****s. He felt himself become harder and turned his eyes. He knew they were going on the road soon, so he couldn’t afford making love to her in the morning. He turned around reluctantly and noticed something on the night stand. He first put his glasses on and then looked again. It was a small packet with a note attached,

“Happy birthday, Harry!

We can’t tell you how happy we are that you joined our family. You make Hermione happy, thus making us happy as well, and even as your guardians you make us proud to call you ‘son’.

This is just a small token of our love, as you already have our greatest treasure – our daughter. Keep her happy and keep the two of you safe.

Love,

Jean and Dave.”

The note excited him so much that he had tears in his eyes. He opened the package to find a white elegant dress-shirt and another note: “The rest of this set awaits you at home.”

He was still admiring his present when a movement behind him attracted his attention. A very sleepy Hermione kissed his cheek. “Happy Birthday, my dear husband,” she whispered in his ear.

“Good morning, love,” he said as he turned around and kissed her properly on her lips.

“Let’s get ready. We have a busy day today,” she told him, shedding the last threads of sleepiness.

While using the bathroom, Harry noticed the famous mouse logo for the first time, but he only wondered which hotel would use such a stupid logo.

There was a knock on the door shortly after they were ready. “Happy Birthday, Harry,” both Grangers said, engulfing him in a hug. “Let’s go down for breakfast,” they told him.

Harry felt like in a fairy tale. He saw people dressed like Disney characters moving between the tables, giving attention to each child present. While he was deprived of most toys and books, he was still aware of these characters, yet he didn’t understand why they were present in the dining hall. Harry was even more surprised when two of these, dressed like Mickey and Minnie, stopped at his table, sang a birthday song for him and gave him an envelope. He opened it to find four two-day tickets to Euro-Disney parks.

Harry was overwhelmed. He had never got such nice presents and he wasn’t even able to respond. Hermione just held his hand tightly and reassuringly, giving him an anchor, so he could keep in touch with reality.

For a day, Harry and Hermione forgot about being married, forgot about being a Lord and a Lady of the British Magical community and only remembered they were children in one of the most famous amusement parks in the world. Harry felt as if it was more magical than Hogwarts, although he knew there was no real magic involved. Hermione enjoyed her visit twice as much as the previous time. Not only was it enjoyable for her, but she also felt all the joy Harry was experiencing and was doubly happy for being able to bring happiness into his life, knowing how little happiness he had experienced before.

They ran from one attraction to the other just like all the other children, and even the long ques at some attractions didn’t affect their enthusiasm. They only agreed to leave the park and head back to the hotel when the park closed for the night.

“This is the best birthday I ever had,” Harry told the Grangers. “Thank yo so much for giving me this wonderful gift!”

“Hey, we’re also enjoying it,” Jean said.

“My only chance to act childishly without being reprimanded,” Dave added. Both Harry and Hermione chuckled.

That night, once they came back to their room, Harry found three owls waiting. One was from Ron, another was from Hagrid and the third was from Sirius. Ron sent him a Pocket Sneakoscope and a photo of the whole family in Egypt, with the pyramids in the background. Even Scabbers, Ron’s pet rat, could be seen in that image. Hagrid sent him a book, but Harry didn’t unwrap it, thinking it should rather stay protected in its wraps until they came home. Sirius only sent his good wishes for Harry’s birthday, promising a nice present once they met back in England.

Paris was much less exciting after spending two days at the Disney parks, yet it was very interesting in a different way. Visiting the various museums, being exposed to all that art, gave Harry a new appreciation of things, and having Hermione as his own personal guide was certainly helping. He also enjoyed visiting some of the other tourist attractions, despite the long queues.

Hermione then took him to the magical quarter, where he bought two vanishing wand holsters that could store additional wands without anybody noticing. Harry thought these might prove useful, although he hoped to never really need them. They finally paid a visit to the Versailles palaces and their magnificent gardens.

By the time they boarded the train to London he felt so full of impressions that he could hardly contain any more.