Fleur’s Surprise

Bond

It was mid May. End of term exams were approaching as well as the third task. Harry continued training as much as he could. Although he didn't think he really needed that training, he enjoyed taking bath with Hermione afterwards. He was also seeing it as the highlight of his days. Training had lately become more of training Hermione for battle, and occasionally Neville or the twins, than preparing Harry for the task. Fleur also joined a few training sessions and these made her admire Harry more. Whatever he knew, either by learning traditionally or from his experience, he was ready and willing to share with his friends. Fleur started feeling that she really wanted this young man as her mate, yet she wasn't sure of his feelings.

"This was a very good training session," Harry concluded their meeting as he grabbed Hermione's hand, leading her to their apartment.

"May I also join you for a short visit in your apartment?" Fleur asked, a bit unsure of herself.

Harry looked at Hermione. She smiled at him, making him understand that she approved. "Yes, please come with us," he said.

Once in the apartment, he wasn't sure what to do. Fleur understood. "Don't change your plans for me. I believe you both wanted to shower first, so – go ahead. I'll stay with whoever is not in the bathroom until you both finish."

"Well... You see..." Harry started reluctantly.

"We're taking bath together," Hermione said. "I believe you can join us as well," she added. "The bath is certainly big enough."

Harry wasn't sure it was a good idea. After spending so much time in bath with Hermione, he was starting to get his reaction to her nudity under control. He wasn't sure if he could retain this control with naked Fleur there as well. Yet Hermione invited her and they really needed to know if she was appropriate to join them as his second wife.

"Yes, you can bath with us," he agreed.

He couldn't refrain from staring as Fleur took her clothes off, but he noticed Hermione staring as well. Fleur was really magnificently built, like an exquisite statue. Her legs were long and shapely, her bum was round and firm, her belly flat, her t**s full, yet firm, and he already knew how beautiful her face and hair looked. Despite looking at Fleur, his hand went to Hermione, hugging her closer to him. If he had to choose only one, he'd choose Hermione over anybody else.

Hermione, who had been a bit tense about his reaction to Fleur, relaxed visibly as he hugged her. She saw this as a kind of test for Harry, even without thinking about it, and he passed it with flying colors.

Harry really liked Hermione better, even physically. She was smaller and well proportioned, although he suspected that she could still change a bit before she fully matured. He liked her darker hair and complexion, her smaller breasts and tighter bum. He had spent hours exploring her since they first got naked in front of each other. He was sure he would continue exploring her for the rest of his life, yet now there was an additional girl to explore as well.

He soon found himself in the middle of the bath with Hermione at his left and Fleur at his right, both making him feel wonderful, both directing his hands to their intimate regions and letting him give them the same loving treatment they were giving to his erection. When he felt he was cumming, Fleur clamped her mouth over his p***s, swallowing all his seed and keeping the water clean. It was also a first for him, as Hermione had not done this before. Fleur also taught him how to repay her, by using his fingers to make her reach her climax. He used this knowledge to also bring Hermione to a climax – her first.

It was a very thoughtful Fleur that left the apartment with Harry and Hermione as they went for dinner. She was holding his arm just as tightly as Hermione and, for the first time in her life, was feeling a bit jealous of the younger girl. She was wondering if she would have a chance to live happily with these two or be doomed to a short, loveless life.

Fleur soon made it a habit to join them in bath whenever they trained together. They didn't seem to mind. Hermione was getting surer of her position with Harry and he was infatuated with her, despite liking Fleur very much.

As Harry was now living with Hermione so close, he became more aware of what being a female meant, including her period, her moods and her insecurities. Although he didn't mind it, she was extremely aware of her front teeth being too large. She was afraid to touch them with magic, though, as her parents didn't trust magic when it came to their expertise – dentistry.

Harry decided to use a different approach with her. During one of their training sessions he hit her with a spell that made her front teeth grow out of proportions. He apologized immediately and offered to take her under his invisibility cloak to be treated by madam Pomfrey. The healer found it a bit amusing, but she dutifully shrunk Hermione's teeth until they were just the right size – a bit smaller than before. Hermione was thankful for the change and didn't feel as if she disobeyed her parents. Once Harry told her he did it deliberately, she first admonished him and then thanked him by a long session of snogging, groping and touching, which left them both breathless.

It was the beginning of June. Harry already knew that the third task involved a maze. He had tried to make the four champions cooperate and finish together, but Krum, probably under his headmaster's influence, refused to cooperate. Fleur and Cedric had no hesitations at all, yet it was unclear what it could mean without cooperation of the fourth champion.

Hermione was getting anxious. Despite all the preparations, she had a bad feeling and she just couldn't tell Harry about it. After spending a few sleepless nights thinking, she decided to act on her feelings.

"Harry, I'm ready to take our relationship to the next step," she said that evening, as they were both snuggling into each other, wearing only bathrobes, after their shower.

"What do you mean?" Harry was also gaining some confidence after having made both his girlfriends climax every time they started "playing" in the bath.

Hermione opened her bathrobe, baring herself to him and then opened his bathrobe, freeing his erection from its bounds. She straddled Harry, sitting on his knees, facing him. "I love you, Harry. I want to be yours fully," she said, before kissing his lips tightly and lowering herself over his erection, directing his member into her wet opening.

Harry was surprised. He didn't think this would happen for another year at least, yet he was ready for her whenever she was. He didn't expect the pained expression she suddenly had, though.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. It's just... breaking my hymen hurts a bit. It will be over in a moment, though," she reassured him.

He found it difficult to concentrate on anything but his feelings at the moment. He was feeling a bit like those times Fleur or Hermione took his member in their mouths, only much more intense. Hermione's body was engulfing his member in a hug as tight as her normal hugs, and the feeling was... divine.

Hermione started moving a bit. As she found her pain subsiding she made her motions stronger. Harry couldn't stay still for long. He also started moving in the same rhythm, adjusting himself to Hermione and trying to be as good a lover as he could. As their movements gathered momentum, they didn't notice they were affecting the whole castle. It started vibrating quite strongly, making everybody aware of something unusual happening.

They were both reaching their peak. Hermione reached it first, her walls convulsing around him, making Harry spill his seed deep into her a moment later. As both were resting their heads on their mate's shoulders with their eyes closed, they failed to see the golden haze that oozed from their bodies, illuminating the whole room and penetrating out through cracks under the door and around the windows.

They were brought out of their stupor by some urgent knocking on the door. Hermione climbed down of Harry quite reluctantly, closing her bathrobe, and Harry stood up, closing his robe as well while walking to the door.

"What's happening in here?" Professor McGonagall asked as she was scanning the room. She noticed immediately the state of their robes and even more – the glow emanating from their faces, their hands and their bodies. "Oh, My!" she said, sitting down on the nearest chair.

"What is it, professor?" Hermione asked, making sure her robe was well closed.

"A soul bond, if I understand it correctly," the lady replied.

She looked at them again, noticing the glow was intensifying. "You've consummated your love, haven't you?"

Hermione just looked at the floor, blushing madly. "We did," Harry replied softly.

"I should have known," Minerva said, mostly to herself. "The way your magic behaves lately... I should have expected this, and yet it's so unexpected..."

Hermione's curiosity overcame her shyness. "What is it, professor? What does it mean?"

Minerva looked at the teens. They were holding hands and glowing brightly, both looking like cats who just caught the mice. "You're glowing," she noted.

They looked at each other properly for the first time since it started, noticing the bright glow. "What does it mean, professor?" Hermione asked, a touch of worry in her voice.

"It's nothing bad," Minerva said soothingly. "There are a few spells that can make one glow like this. You haven't used any, have you?"

Both shook their heads.

"The other possibility is a soul bond. It is the strongest bond between two people, much stronger than marriage bond or any other bond created by spells or rituals. It is a bond made by Magic when two people who are deeply in love and also highly magical consummate their love for the first time. I believe this is what has just happened." The blush on her students' cheeks was all the answer she needed.

"Well, you are a bit young for that, but it looks like your magic has chosen for you. Congratulation, Lord and Lady Potter. I only hope you won't shake the whole castle the next time you engage in such activity."

"Lady Potter?" Hermione asked, just as Harry asked, "We shook the castle?"

Minerva finally managed to smile tightly. "Yes, to both questions. As this was governed by your magic, and you both seem to be well above average, the whole castle shook, making everybody aware of something unusual happening. The source was traced to this room. Then your soul bond made you lawfully married, emancipating you as well, Lady Potter."

"Oh, please, Hermione is good enough for me."

Minerva's smile widened just a bit. "It may be enough in private, but in any public situation you should be referred to as Lord and Lady Potter. I believe you have a ring to prove it."

Hermione looked at her hand. The magnificent engagement ring was no longer on her finger. It was replaced by a more elegant yet more formal ring, bearing the Potter crest, just like Harry's ring.

McGonagall turned to the door. "I suggest you get dressed and join us for dinner. There will be some explanations given there for the benefit of the students. You shook them quite a bit."

With her teacher's explanation fresh in her mind, Hermione decided to let her ring stay visible. They also decided to dress in their best robes and look as official as possible for the occasion, which proved to be a wise decision. When they walked hand-in-hand into the Great Hall, every eye was trained on them.

As usual during the last few months, Dumbledore wasn't present. Professor McGonagall waited until all students were seated before standing up to make an announcement.

"As everybody here has witnessed this afternoon, a very special event has just occurred. A soul-bond was created between Lord Harry James Potter and his good friend, Lady Hermione Jean Potter née Granger. This is a very rare occurrence and we should all feel blessed that we have witnessed such an event. As you can understand, this bond is legally equivalent to a marriage bond, making the partners emancipated in those cases they are not yet of age. I congratulate the new couple in the name of the staff and the students of Hogwarts, wishing you happiness and long life."

The Great Hall was soon in an uproar. Everybody was talking about the news. Some approached the couple, either to congratulate them or to have a glimpse at the rings, which were now displayed prominently.

Neville was the first to congratulate them, looking very enthusiastic, He was followed immediately by Fred and George. "It's always the quiet one, isn't it?" they asked with exaggerated winks, making both Potters blush. Ginny followed suit, congratulating them wholeheartedly and then bending down and whispering to Hermione, "I want to hear all the details."

Lavender and Parvati came next, both extremely excited. Both also wanted to hear all the details, which Hermione didn't promise to tell. Cedric and Cho congratulated them and so did Luna Lovegood, smiling widely at them. Even two Slytherin girls congratulated the new couple – Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis. Viktor Krum congratulated them quite stiffly. Harry thought he saw a bit of jealousy in his eyes. Fleur congratulated them officially and then bent down to whisper, "I'll visit you after dinner."

She did as she said. She arrived only a few minutes after they returned to their apartment, finding that all of Hermione's stuff had been moved to the master bedroom. Hermione blushed deeply as she thought of what was implied – that she should be sharing bed with the man she loved for the rest of their lives.

"When are you going to tell your parents?" was almost the first question Fleur asked.

"I didn't really have the time to think about it." She then turned pale. "They would be furious. They didn't think I should get married before I reached twenty, in about five more years. They would also like to give me a proper wedding. That's actually something I thought I'd like as well. Maybe I should not tell them yet?"

"You'll have to. The morning sicknesses will start before the vacation ends," Fleur noted.

"What do you mean?" both Potters asked.

Fleur rolled her eyes in a very Hermionish style. "Haven't you learned anything about soul bonds?"

"We've only heard the term this evening for the first time," Hermione explained. "Is there anything we should know?"

"There certainly is. You see, the soul bond is finalized by the egg being fertilized, and the magic of the bond assures it would be well accepted in the womb."

"You mean – I'm pregnant?"

"Not yet. Pregnancy starts when the fertilized egg is settled into the womb and starts growing there, which will take another day or two, if I remember that textbook well. Yet you'll be pregnant by the time you meet your parents and you'll start feeling the effects before returning to school."

Hermione paled. "My parents won't like it at all! They were always so strict about me taking care not to engage in s*x at all before I reach sixteen and to always use proper protection. I failed them on both accounts."

Fleur took mercy on the younger girl. "It's just the magic of the bond. It would have twisted your mind in any way that would lead you to this, no matter what. I'm sure you had some thoughts that lead you to this action. What were they?"

Hermione tried to recall them. "I was anxious for Harry going into the third task and afraid he wouldn't make it. I then decided..." She suddenly remembered and blushed in annoyance. "I thought that if he died during the task I still wanted his line to continue, so I wanted him to impregnate me before the task. It is even the right time in my period."

"Do you still feel as anxious?" Fleur asked sympathetically.

"Just a bit. I can see it was the bond's magic driving me, but it was only using my real feelings." Hermione started to feel less stressed. Although the magic of the bond directed her, it was still her own decision to get impregnated by Harry. The soul bond was only a welcome side effect.

"I'll need to write to my parents and tell them that Harry is coming with me. Whatever happens next, he will need to meet my parents first." She suppressed 'unless he doesn't make it through the third task.' This wasn't a possibility she wanted to think about.

"We can spend the summer in one or more of my possessions," Harry spoke for the first time. He knew how anxious Hermione must feel about her parents and he also dreaded that meeting, especially when they would have to tell about the bond and its meaning.

Hermione smiled at him thankfully. "I believe my parents would rather have me close to them for the summer, after missing me for ten months. I'm sure they'll also love you, once they get to know you and how dear you are to me."

Fleur spoke now to both of them. "I'm turning eighteen the next week. Please consider taking me as Harry's second wife. There's nobody I'd like better. I'm afraid my Veela magic has already chosen you as my mate. Denying me would have adverse effects on me."

"You mean you will die?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide.

"Eventually, after suffering loss of mind and magic." She was now pleading. "Please, Harry, Hermione, I don't want to die yet. I have a lot of love to give you if you only accept me."

Harry didn't even need to look at Hermione to know what she thought. "We accept you, Fleur, but I will only marry you after I reach eighteen. I want these coming three years to be Hermione's, although the child will probably need a lot of attention as well. You can still join us whenever you want to, if Hogwarts rules permit."

Fleur had tears in her eyes. She hugged the two Potters. "Thank you both. I feel like you gave me a new chance for life and I'll do my best to never disappoint you." They hugged her back with just as much enthusiasm.

"May I tell my parents about this?" she asked eventually.

"I think you should. Our bond will probably make the headline of tomorrow's paper. You should rather let them know before they read it," Harry suggested.

"I will," she promised. "Now – enjoy your first night together," she winked at Hermione who blushed again and left them.