A night of love

Granger House

“We now need to visit my parents,” Hermione told Harry after Padma’s parents left.

“Now?”

“During the weekend, I mean.”

“We can’t. It’s not a Hogsmeade weekend.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Harry, a Lord can come and go as he pleases. You only need to be present at exams, actually, although I think it would be courteous to let the headmistress know when you leave. This is also true for Ladies.”

“So, we can go visit your parents this weekend, but how shall we go there? We can’t apparate yet.”

“You can’t. I’ve already passed my apparition tests. We can use other means, though. I believe the headmistress can create a portkey for us. Actually, as a Lord, you can legally create a portkey as well, but we don’t yet know how to do it. We can also use the floo and go to London. We can then take the train or a taxi or even apparate to my parents’ home. And then there’s the Knight Bus, if you enjoy that kind of travel.”

“How do you know about the Knight Bus?” he asked.

She smiled mischievously. “Do you forget we’re soul bound? It means that we can read each-other’s mind and memories as if they are our own. It’s almost like I was the one who rode that bus before third year. Now, which method do you like?”

Harry grimaced. None of the options sounded attractive, but he knew he really had to meet her parents. After meeting the Patils, this didn’t seem so ominous, and they had welcomed him from the start. He owed them some respect, at least.

“I think we should go to London first. We may even visit Gringotts and buy some muggle clothes before meeting your parents.”

Mentioning shopping seemed to make Padma interested as well. “I’ve never gone shopping in Muggle London. I’ve only seen it in passing, like the times we used the Hogwarts Express.”

“I thought your sister is interested in fashion,” Harry noted.

“She is, but she only has access to magazines. We’ve never been allowed to go alone and our parents were too busy to just spend time in Muggle environment.”

Hermione smiled at her. “We shall correct it soon enough, but not during this weekend.”

Although he didn’t like the idea, Harry had no time to dwell on it. With two smart and opinionated wives, he had no choice but to study as seriously as they did, and once they let him leave his studies, it was only so he could give them both some attention, mainly in bed. Yet Harry couldn’t remember a time he was happier or slept better. His scar was no longer bothering him, he had more s*x than any of the students or the teachers at Hogwarts, and waking every morning sandwiched between two naked, beautiful and sexy girls was no punishment either. With Snape no longer around, even his lessons were becoming enjoyable. He could honestly say he was content with his life.

Still, the weekend arrived too quickly for him. Soon after breakfast, wearing his most presentable muggle clothes under his robes, he joined his wives in Minerva’s office to floo to Gringotts.

He had previously only used the main entrance and was never aware of the floo connection, since he had none where he could previously use it. Harry was surprised when he emerged from the floo (on his bottom, as usual) into a very elegant room with two goblin guards standing near the fireplace and two more at the door. They seemed to recognize him as soon as he stood up, bowing slightly and saying, “Welcome, Lord Potter-Black.”

Hermione emerged a moment later, still upright, although stumbling a little. Padma came after her, as graceful as if she was walking through a door. Harry made a mental note to himself to ask Padma to teach them how she did it.

By the time the three were standing there, another goblin came into the room. He bowed much deeper before addressing them, “Lord Potter-Black, Lady Potter, Lady Black, please escort me to your account manager.”

Harry looked at Hermione as if to ask for her advice. She shrugged, indicating she knew nothing about it. Padma noticed the interchange and smiled to herself. She would need to teach her husband quite a few things, and very soon, at that, so he would not cause himself any embarrassment.

After spending about two hours at the bank with their account manager, Harry’s head was spinning with large numbers. He only stayed there long enough to also retrieve some jewels for his wives. His account manager had already given each of them a bottomless money bag as well as cards for use in muggle shops, so he didn’t have to take any money with him, nor convert currencies.

“We can shop for robes at another time,” Hermione said. “Right now, I think your Muggle wardrobe is in great need of renewal and so is Padma’s.”

None of the others thought of disagreeing. It was going to be the first shopping experience for both Padma and Harry. None of them felt a need to object.

After transfiguring their robes into over-coats, Hermione led her mates to a large department store. “This is not the most prestigious or the highest quality shop, but it is good enough for most occasions and we can take care of the others at another time,” Hermione explained.

As both girls agreed, they first took care of Harry. He enjoyed the pampering and didn’t mind trying multiple garments for them to decide what they liked best on him. They even helped him choose his socks. They only let him choose his underwear alone, yet Hermione gave him strict instructions about what she expected him to look like in them.

Once finished, Harry changed into a new outfit. Hermione was delighted to throw his old hand-me-down clothes to the garbage.

It was a different ballgame when they reached the young women department. The selection seemed endless and Harry was worried that they could spend the whole day in there, especially since Padma got so excited by the vast selection. Hermione wouldn’t let that happen, though. As an experienced shopper, she navigated among the aisles, paying attention only to what she considered appropriate. He thought she was quite effective at shopping.

Still, with two girls trying multiple outfits, Harry found himself a bit bored. He was just waiting for one or the other to come out of the changing room to get his opinion, before disappearing into that room again. Hermione took pity on him, yet she thought she knew what would make him more interested. ‘I’ll open our connection, letting you see everything through my eyes,’ she promised quietly.

Harry wasn’t sure what that meant, but he found out soon enough. He suddenly saw Hermione as she was looking at herself in the mirror, undressing sensuously and then putting on a new garment. As Padma was sharing with Hermione, he could also see Padma undressing, although she wasn’t aware of him seeing her.

Soon enough they each had a large enough collection. Harry paid for their shopping. Padma, who converted the sums to galleons, was surprised by the low prices. “I’ll explain that later,” Hermione told her, before they all took the elevator, where they quickly shrunk the packages and stowed them into their pockets. When the elevator stopped at the ground level, the three teens exited as free of burden as they came into the shop.

Hermione found a phone booth and informed her parents of their visit. They then took a taxi – another first for both Harry and Padma – to reach the Granger residence just in time for lunch.

“Mom, Dad, we’re here,” Hermione called as she opened the door, using her own key.

“In the kitchen. Come join us!” was the reply.

Harry was becoming too nervous to pay attention to his surroundings, but Padma took a good look at everything, noticing the difference between muggle and magical homes.

As they walked into the kitchen, Hermione was first engulfed by her mother in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you!” she said. She then stepped back and took a good look at her daughter. “You look happy and content,” she noted. “Now, why don’t you make the introductions?”

Hermione beamed a smile at her mother and looked at her father, who was waiting patiently for his hug, looking bemused.

“Mom, Dad, these are Lord Harry Potter-Black, my best friend since first year and now my soul-bound husband, and Lady Padma Black, his other magically wedded wife, whom I’ve already told you about. I’m Lady Potter now. Harry, Padma, these are my parents, Jean and Paul Granger.”

They all bowed slightly, and then Paul said, “Lady or not – don’t I get a hug from my daughter?”

Hermione laughed happily and stepped into her father’s hug, while Jean hugged a surprised Harry just as fiercely as she had hugged her daughter a moment earlier. She then turned to Padma. “I’m not sure how I should treat you, as I’ve never before met anybody whose husband was married to another woman.”

Harry didn’t know what to say about that and Padma felt she was not the one to say anything about it. Hermione responded instead. “I think you should treat her as family. Being married to the same man, we are sister-wives, so you can treat her like you gained another daughter, just as you treat Harry as the son you gained through me.”

Her mother smiled and hugged Padma, who responded warmly. “I do have parents and a sister, a twin sister, but I’m very glad to have you all as my family,” she finally said, feeling thankful for the warm welcome.

They soon sat at the table. Jean brought them some refreshments first and then sat at the side of her husband. There were only two additional chairs there, but Hermione waved her wand and another identical chair appeared, allowing the three of them to sit comfortably.

“Is that what you learn at school?” Paul asked, trying to suppress his awe at the sight.

“Among other things,” Hermione shrugged. “I would have liked to show you since my first year there, but I wasn’t allowed. Now being considered adult, I may show you much more.”

“Can all of you do this?” Jean asked.

Harry conjured a few roses and gave them the Jean with a theatrical bow. She blushed like a young girl at his antics.

Padma was more practical, conjuring a vase to put the flowers in. The grateful smile she got from Jean made her feel really welcome.

They stayed there until after dinner, talking, joking, showing the Grangers some more magic and letting them show Padma the Muggle way of life. Padma was fascinated by the various electrical instruments. “They seem more magical than magical instruments,” she said.

Hermione showed her a computer and demonstrated surfing the Internet. These made Padma jealous of the vast information sources available at the press of the button to muggles, while she had to be content with an old fashioned library.

Harry felt at home, as if he’d always been there. He was surprised at the feeling, as he had never felt that way in the Dursley house, where he had lived since before he could remember. He enjoyed finally being with adults who accepted him completely. That was something he had never experienced, as even the Weasley had some concerns about him.

Finally, it was time for goodbyes. All three youngsters got the same tight hugs and kisses on their cheeks. “Be good to your wives,” Paul warned Harry in a nonthreatening way.

“I will,” Harry promised with a smile, boarding the taxi that took them back to the Leaky Cauldron, where they used the Floo to go back to Hogwarts.