A night of love

Seventeen

The rest of the school term was event-less, that is – if you don’t count a multitude of alliances, which Harry let Padma negotiate, with some help from Neville, getting involved only at the final stages. As expected, Greengrass and Davies were among the first to offer such alliances, yet even purely light families offered alliances, if only to bask in the glory of the victor.

Harry paid most of his attention to school matters, on one hand, and to learning the intricacies of wizarding politics on the other. With some help from Neville, Susan and Daphne, he managed quite nicely.

“Where are we going to stay for the summer?” Padma asked.

Harry shrugged. “We can go to Potter Manor. Twinkle will love to have us there. We may also go to Grimmauld Place – I believe they already finished working there. We also have some other houses we could use. What would you like?”

“We need someplace where Hermione’s parents can visit. That makes both the Manor and Grimmauld place unsuitable. Do you have anything in London, not protected by Fidelius or something similar?”

Harry needed to think for a moment. “I believe there is an unoccupied house near Kensington gardens. I’m not sure if it’s suitable for us, though.”

“Ask Twinkle,” she suggested.

The house-elf appeared immediately when called.

“Twinkle, do you know if we can stay for the summer at the house near Kensington Gardens?”

“The house is clean and usable, but it has not been lived in for more than a century,” Twinkle said. “If you want to live there, not just stay overnight, then you may want it modernized.”

“How long will that take?”

“That depends. Do you want it to be only magical or do you want to use muggle stuff as well?”

“I want it to be equally suitable for muggles and for magicals.”

“That may take a bit longer. It can be done in five days; in three, if you’re in a hurry.”

Harry smiled. “We still have four weeks until we finish this term. I’d like to have television and a music system in the living room and a computer in the study, and possibly other television sets in the bedrooms. Maybe another computer for games can be placed in the living room later, if we find we want one.”

Twinkle seemed ready to leave, yet Harry remembered another point. “Make sure the master bedroom is suitable for three,” he said.

“Of course, Master. That’s self evident.”

They rode the train back to London, as usual, and then took a taxi to the house. It was quite similar to the neighboring houses, attracting no special attention. It still stood apart as the best maintained house and, if one was able to sense it, was protected by very sophisticated wards, unnoticeable to Muggles.

They spent the first night enjoying the freedom of their house, making love wherever they felt like. It wasn’t very different from their behavior in their Hogwarts apartment, really, but without the burden of school work, prefect duties or exams.

They woke up late the next day – almost at noon. Hermione stretched in bed, quite aware of how that affected her husband. “You know, Harry, I’ve never thought that a library could be so sexy. Care to try it next term at Hogwarts?”

Harry was just as aware of her intentions. “I’m not sure Madam Pince would approve, nor would the headmistress. We may sneak there during the night, though, if you like.”

Harry noticed the glint of mischief this brought to Hermione’s eyes, making her even more irresistible to him.

“I thought you were a rules abiding student,” Padma commented from the other side of the bed.

“Isn’t that the impression one should make, at least on the staff?” Hermione answered innocently.

“Well, as seventh-year, we could ask for permission to use the library after hours, you know, to get ready for our NEWTs. No need to break the rules there,” Padma answered, just as innocently, making Harry lough heartily and hug them both.

It took almost another hour before they came out of the bedroom.

Although they liked the house and the comfort it gave them, Harry made sure to take his wives to the theater at least once a week. He also made a habit of going to the cinema every Friday, despite having a large-screen television in the family room and a smaller one in the bedroom. He liked fondling his wives in the darkness of the cinema hall, distracting them from the movie and even bringing them to the brink of orgasm, while still looking innocent to others. It was a kind of excitement he couldn’t get at home.

“Harry, I could barely hold myself from screaming in the middle of the film. It was very irresponsible of you to entice me that way,” Hermione admonished him after leaving the cinema.

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” he teased her.

“Of course I liked it, or I would have removed your hand from my knickers much earlier.”

Harry turned to Padma. “Didn’t you like it?”

It took Padma some time to answer. “You are lucky that I’m not the screaming type. I was oblivious to the last half-hour of the film, riding the waves of that fabulous orgasm you gave me. It was still very irresponsible of you, as Hermione said, but I don’t mind if you give me such an orgasm every day.”

“Don’t I?” he asked innocently.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” she said, mock glaring at him.

“Of course, dear. I really don’t like you to miss your daily orgasm. Don’t I always give you at least two?”

“Well, we’ve only had one each, and you had none yet. We should work on that at home, I believe.”

And they did.

The house was really becoming a home, the way he had never felt about the house he had grown in. Although they made love quite a lot, they still found time for investigating the books in the library, finding some that enhanced their love-making as well. They enjoyed the garden that surrounded the house, walking hand-in-hand there, smelling the fragrant flowers or just sitting on a bench and watching the clouds in the sky. They did find a few special places in the garden where they could also have some s*x, hidden from the rest of the world.

Their parents visited quite frequently, spending a weekend or just an evening with the young family. Hermione enjoyed taking Padma for some shopping along with Parvati and their mother.

They also had other visitors. Neville came twice a week. He was still advising Harry on some political matters, but most his visits were just for spending some time with his friends. Harry also noticed that Neville timed his visits to coincide with a certain series on television, which he liked to watch. Daphne also visited. Although she had not been a friend of any of the Potters before the victory, spending some time on advising them as an ally made them turn friends quite quickly. She also seemed to find some interest in Neville, trying to make her visits at the same time as his.

With all his occupations, Harry didn’t pay much attention to the date. He wasn’t even surprised that morning, when both his wives kissed his cheeks together. He was only surprised when they said, “Happy Birthday,” to him, and continued kissing and caressing him, making sure to make it a very happy morning.

About an hour later, when they emerged from the bedroom, Harry found the house decorated with “Happy Birthday!” banners and other banners with flashing “Seventeen” or “17”. His wives led him to the dining room instead of the kitchen, where they usually had breakfast. Harry had no time to wonder why, as the door opened to reveal many of his friends, shouting “Happy Birthday!” all at once.

Harry stood at the door as if stunned. He scanned the people waiting for him around the table and saw Neville, Daphne, Susan, Luna, and somewhat surprisingly – Ginny. Among the older people present, he saw Prof. McGonagall, Flitwick, Mr. Weasley with the twins and Hagrid – who could barely stand there without banging his head on the ceiling.

It took him a moment to recuperate from his surprise. “Thank you all for coming here today. I can’t find the words to tell you how touching this is for me, being the first birthday I can really celebrate with people who care for me and love me.”

He then turned to his wives. “You both planned this, didn’t you?” They nodded. “Whose idea was it?”

They seemed confused. Hermione answered. “We’ve been both thinking of this for some time, and when I tried to ask Padma, I found she already had a plan, so we merged our plans and worked together on it. The house elves also helped.”

“Remind me to thank them later, will you?”

Harry had a wonderful time. With so much fun, breakfast took the whole morning, and then they moved to the living room and to the gardens. The house elves served delicious sandwiches for lunch, not interrupting the games played by the youngsters. At dinner, which was especially festive and was served in the dining hall, everybody was already a bit tired.

Still, when Harry suggested, “Let’s see a movie on the large screen,” nobody refused. As suggested by the Grangers, they saw “Star Wars,” which fascinated all the purebloods, making them wonder how advanced Muggle technology was if it could do things Magic couldn’t.

By the time they were left alone, Harry and his wives were almost too tired to do much in bed, except fall asleep. Almost, but not quite.

With Neville being just a day older, Hermione decided to give them both another birthday present. She bought tickets to a matinee performance of “The Lion King” musical. To help Neville enjoy it better, she also invited Daphne.

Although no longer complete strangers to muggle world, both pureblood teens were fascinated. There was no magical equivalent of theater and certainly not of musical plays. Hermione also noticed that Daphne leaned on Neville occasionally and held his hand during certain scenes. Neville didn’t object and seemed to enjoy these moments. Hermione was sure that if they started a relationship, they would soon become a very nice couple, with Neville melting Daphne’s Ice queen mask while she would take him out of his cocoon, making everybody notice his worth.

They spent some more time visiting several shops. Neville was fascinated by the toys and games that muggle children can buy, looking at times like he was just a small child. Daphne like these shops, but she much preferred visiting clothing shops.

“How can one know what to wear with so much variety offered. It’s confusing!” she noted.

“Usually, there’s no ‘right choice’ that applies to everyone. It’s your taste, your shape and the occasion you want to dress for that dictates the choice. At some events, like weddings, there’s an unofficial dress code that most people understand. Other times, like now, each can take whatever comes into hand and it will be acceptable. You can see that shorts and trousers and various lengths of skirts are all on the street at once, as well as different kinds of leg-wear and various kinds of tops. In most places, as long as your genitals and your n*****s are covered, almost anything goes.”

Daphne blushed at the mental image.

Just to make a point, Hermione led the way to a swimwear shop.

An hour later, both Daphne and Neville were still blushing. Daphne, encouraged by Hermione and Padma, had tried several bikini swimsuits, most covering much less than her normal underwear. All three girls asked the boys for their opinions. While Harry and his wives saw this as just some innocent entertainment, for the other two it was something new and very enticing. Once Neville’s face was red enough, Hermione suggested that the boys try some swim trunks as well, pointing at the mini-brief types first.

Despite their blushing, it was clear that Neville and Daphne were becoming much closer than before. When getting ready to go back home by Floo, Neville invited Daphne to see the greenhouse he was cultivating at home. Daphne agreed willingly.