A night of love

Bonds of Love

Padma moved aside, letting Hermione come to bed and hug Harry, initiating another kiss. Harry responded passionately, deepening the kiss and then licking her lips. Hermione opened her mouth a bit, inviting his tongue in. A short while later, she pushed her tongue into Harry’s mouth. It soon turned into a full snog, as their hands started roaming each-other’s bodies, both becoming more excited.

Harry wasn’t sure if he could consciously direct positive feelings into his connection with Voldemort, that imaginary pipe, while being busy with other things. Instead, he tried to instruct his magic to do so even when his conscience was focused on something else. The distraction caused by snogging Hermione and feeling her naked body caressing his didn’t initially help, but once he found the way, he could finally show Hermione how much he loved her and accept her love freely. He was barely aware of his magic directing a lot of the love he felt into that “pipe”.

His arousal returned and his fingers told him that Hermione was more than ready for him. After he moved into the right position, Hermione hugged him with her legs, practically pushing him all the way in. He felt the obstacle of her hymen giving in, yet Hermione didn’t show any sign of pain. He idly wondered if she was too aroused to notice or just consciously disregarding it. Whatever the cause, he felt his love to her grow.

Hermione held him in place for a few seconds, yet her lips found his, starting another passionate kiss, before releasing the hold her legs had on Harry and moving her body as a signal for him to start moving.

It escalated quickly. Both moved rhythmically, as if responding to some unheard music, caressing and kissing each other wherever they could reach without breaking the connection. Harry put what he had learned shortly earlier to good use, making Hermione enjoy her first time even more than Padma, whose presence fled their minds as soon as they started kissing.

Yet Padma was present. She saw the love shining in both Harry’s and Hermione’s eyes; she saw their bodies start to shine as well once they started copulating; she saw a bright flash when both seemed to have reached a common peak. She then saw a dark cloud ejected from Harry’s scar and reduced to nothingness by the combined glow of the two bodies.

They were still tangled in a tight hug, their bodies almost merged as one, when Padma joined them, hugging them both. Harry felt in heaven. He was being loved by two beautiful and sexy girls, they had both shown their love to him in the most extraordinary way, making him the happiest man alive, and he loved them both dearly. It was just perfect. He wished that moment to last forever, as there certainly couldn’t be any better feeling.

When Padma thought the two others coherent enough to understand, she spoke. “Lord and Lady Potter, let me be the first to congratulate you for your soul bond.”

For Harry, her words were little more than background music, something that made him feel happy and relaxed without having any particular meaning, but Hermione understood some of it, although she was not yet back into her own mind. “Why do you call me Lady Potter?” she asked lazily, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Don’t you like it?” Padma teased.

“Oh, I do...” Hermione turned quiet for a moment, yet it was evident that her mind was finally clicking into gear again and was processing Padma’s words. She then gasped. “You mean we are married? How can that be?”

Padma smiled at her. “You both glowed. You’re still glowing a bit. That’s a sign of a soul bond being completed. I feel very privileged to have witnessed it. A soul bond, once completed, is considered legally equivalent to marriage. If any of you is under-age, it also emancipates you. Harry and you are now a married couple.”

Harry had only heard her last words. “We can’t be married yet! As much as I love Hermione, I’m still under-age. And why do you refer to me as ‘Lord’?”

Padma’s smile widened. “Let’s start from the end. Your family is one of the Ancient and Noble families, whose heads of houses are called Lords. As you are the only surviving Potter, you are automatically the head of house, and are also expected to take your position as soon as you reach fourteen. I thought you only didn’t talk about it so you won’t attract more attention. As a Lord, you may summon your ring from your vault or send it back by mere thought.”

Harry wasn’t too sure this was right, but it was worth a try. ‘I want my Lord ring on my finger,’ he thought. It took only a few seconds for a very ornate signet ring to appear on his finger. He didn’t need to contemplate much about what to do next. ‘I want the Lady to get her ring too,’ he thought, making another signet ring, a more feminine one, appear on Hermione’s finger.

Padma stayed silent as the other two looked at their rings with disbelief. She knew it would take a while before they got accustomed to the idea. She found it hard to grasp as well, as the changes were too sudden.

“So, we are really married,” Harry finally said, sounding a bit overwhelmed.

“Do you regret it?” Hermione asked.

“Never! I didn’t think I’d get married before finishing school, and lately, didn’t think it will be with you, as the potions clouded our feelings, but I always knew I wanted you to stay close to me for as long as I live. The potion couldn’t change that.” His expression turned worried. “Are you happy with this?”

Hermione didn’t answer. She just hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. He considered it a definite ‘yes’.

Although they had just finished a s*x session, Harry reacted to her passion in a very visible way. Hermione was quite aware of his physical reaction and just as glad for it. Without breaking the kiss, she directed Harry back into her opening, resuming their previous activity with no less passion than the first time.

Harry noticed in the background of his mind that the “pipe” was no longer there. He was in no state to ponder this information, though. He just filed it to be considered later, when he won’t be so occupied by his wonderful, sexy and smart wife.

Padma just watched, unable to force her eyes to look elsewhere. She admired the love she saw in this couple and wondered if Harry really loved her as well, despite his words. She also admired his stamina, as he seemed just as energetic as he had been with her and even more passionate. She felt aroused by the action in front of her.

It took the busy couple some time to reach another peak. This time there was no glow and no flash, though. Hermione seemed to be exhausted by the two consecutive s*x sessions, an activity she had no previous experience with, and drifted into slumber as soon as her orgasmic contractions stopped. Harry also felt tired, until he took a glance at Padma.

She was standing at the edge of the bed, her n*****s erect, her opening moist and her fingers rubbing her n*****s and her c**t. Her eyes moved from Harry’s crotch to his face and he felt as if she was asking for a repeat, just as he had done with Hermione. Harry forgot his tiredness and opened his arms. Padma didn’t hesitate to climb on bed and into his embrace, soon turning it into another s*x session.

It was slower this time, but not less passionate. Harry had already learned how to make her enjoy their union and used this knowledge well. Padma felt her love for this young man grow as he was bringing her closer and closer to a new and higher peak. She no longer doubted that he loved her, as she felt his love penetrating her soul just as his organ was penetrating her body.

“I love you, Harry,” she whispered in his ear.

“And I love you, Padma,” he answered, continuing to kiss and caress her, as if to accentuate his words.

When they finally reached their peak, almost at once, they were unable to notice the brief flash of golden light before collapsing on bed. Hermione stirred a bit without really waking. Harry cuddled to Hermione and Padma cuddled into him and they all fell asleep.

Harry woke up feeling happy, despite being hot, sweaty and sticky. For a short moment he wasn’t sure where he was, thinking it was only a dream. He then noticed the two girls who shared his bed and was suddenly reminded of the events before falling asleep. That brought a wider smile to his face.

“Slept well, my dear husband?” he heard Hermione’s voice.

Harry turned to her, enjoying seeing her naked form sprawled at his side, her hair spread around her head like a brown aura and her eyes smiling at him.

“I slept wonderfully, Lady Potter.” It was exciting calling Hermione by her new title. He felt a sudden urge to kiss her and acted accordingly, kissing his wife briefly.

“Good morning, love,” he heard from his other side.

He turned around, noticing the darker body of Padma. “Good morning, love,” he replied.

“I wish you could call me your wife,” she sighed.

“You may still become his wife, you know,” Hermione said. “He is Lord Black as well, now.”

Harry grimaced a bit at hearing this. He remembered Sirius’s last night just too well. The pain was still there, at the mentioning of Sirius in whatever form, yet he really was the Black heir, as Sirius willed.

Padma didn’t need to think much. “Will you consider me for the position of Lady Black? I believe you need a pureblood for that position, and I am one. Besides, I love you.”

Harry wanted to answer, but Hermione talked first. “I’m not really sure, but you may be already wed to Harry. I think there was a magical flash when you coupled, after I fell asleep. It woke me up for a moment.”

“How can we know?” Harry asked.

“Probably the same way you made sure that I was Lady Potter. Just summon the rings,” Hermione suggested.

Harry concentrated and thought, ‘I want the Black Lord ring on my finger and the Lady’s ring on hers.’

Just like some hours earlier, it took only a few seconds before the Black signet ring became visible on his finger, along with his Potter ring. The Lady Black ring appeared on Padma’s finger at the same time.

Seeing the ring on her finger, Padma could not refrain. She jumped on Harry and kissed him passionately. It was impossible for her to ignore his morning wood, and she soon sheathed it within her folds, both reaching their peaks quickly. Hermione didn’t like to be left behind. When Harry pulled out of Padma, she straddled him and directed him into her willing body as soon as his erection returned, giving them both another fabulous orgasm.

They rested a bit longer. Harry checked the time, finding it was still early. They had enough time for a shower before needing to reach the great hall for breakfast.

As they were adjusting the water, Hermione asked Padma, “Did you use the contraceptive charm?”

“No. I didn’t mind being impregnated. It would have ruined any chance for me to be sold. Yet it was probably unnecessary either way, as I’ve only finished my period two days ago. I didn’t see you using that charm either.”

“Oh, I cast it on myself during my shower, before coming here. It is supposed to hold for almost a day. I want to bring Harry some children, but only after graduating.”

Harry wasn’t sure if he liked Padma to get pregnant or not. He wanted to have children some time, but he didn’t think he was mature enough to be a father yet. That, and the threat of Voldemort. He didn’t want his children to become orphans, like him.

Both girls wanted Harry to wash their backs and didn’t mind if his hands roamed any other places. The room provided a large enough shower stall to accommodate the three of them comfortably. They frolicked in the shower, enjoying each other almost as much as during s*x. Harry really had to restrain himself, or they would have missed breakfast and maybe even lunch.