Yuletide Blessing

Lunar Train

Harry woke up feeling two soft mounds pressing on his back while a hand was caressing his stomach and moving towards his crotch. He panicked for a moment, remembering his morning wood, but relaxed as he remembered the previous afternoon. Hermione seemed eager for a repeat.

He glanced at the clock on the night stand. It was barely six in the morning. They still had some time for enjoying each other. He turned the other way, capturing Hermione's lips in a searing kiss.

At seven, when Jean knocked softly on the door, they were both ready, after having enjoyed each other in bed and in the shower before getting dressed.

Dave had to hurry, as he had some patients coming early. He hugged his daughter and kissed her head before hugging Harry even tighter. "Take good care of my girl!" he whispered. "I'll do my best for her," Harry promised.

Harry noticed that Jean also seemed to be in a hurry. It was soon confirmed. "Do you mind if I only drop you at the train station and don't wait there with you? I also have many patients today."

"We can go by ourselves, Mum. You don't have to drive us there," Harry told her.

"How would you arrive there? You can't drive yet."

"Like this." He smiled at her and called, "Diggy!"

The house-elf appeared within a second. "What can Diggy do for Master and Mistress?"

"Diggy, can you take us to the train station, where we need to board the Hogwarts Express?"

"Diggy can do that. Diggy can also take you directly to Hogwarts, if you want to." She seemed eager to please.

Harry smiled at her. "Maybe another time, Diggy. Right now we only need the train, after we say goodbye."

"I have both our trunks shrunk in my handbag," Hermione said.

He smiled at her and then turned to Jean. "Thank you for accepting me so warmly into your family. I hope I'll be able to repay your kindness some time in the future."

Jean hugged him tightly. "Stay safe. I expect to see you here during your next vacation." She then turned to Hermione and hugged her just as tightly. "I already miss you," she said as she let her daughter go.

Diggy waited for them to put on their winter overcoats first, and then grabbed their hands and they all disappeared with a "pop".

They found themselves on platform 9¾, close to the end of the train. The platform was empty, as it was still very early. They boarded the train and selected a compartment near the end. Harry drew the blinds on the door and then locked and silenced the whole compartment. Hermione smiled teasingly. "Someone is very eager!" she said, mischief evident in her voice.

"With such a beautiful and sexy woman at my side, how can I be less eager?" he asked innocently.

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

He smiled reassuringly. "I always knew you were more than pretty. It took the Yule Ball to make the rest of the school realize what I've already known, that you are the most beautiful and most attractive girl at school."

Hermione felt her love for Harry growing even stronger. "Show me how much you love me!" she whispered huskily.

They spent the next hour repeating their morning activity. They couldn't get enough of each other, and even when their bodies were already sated, they continued kissing and caressing each other, just enjoying being so close, with nothing separating them.

Eventually they had to separate and put their clothes back on, as the platform was starting to fill. It was much less crowded than at September, but there were still enough students and parents to make the narrow platform seem full. Harry was glad that there weren't too many students, so that they could keep the compartment for only the two of them.

It didn't work that way, though. Just before the train pulled out of the station, there was a knock on their door. Harry looked questioningly at Hermione. She shrugged, letting him understand it was fine if he opened the door. Harry removed the locking charm.

The door slid open, revealing a blonde girl, a bit younger than Harry. Her hair was very long, almost reaching her waist. She was wearing r****h earrings and a necklace made of Butterbeer corks. Her large silvery eyes seemed to look way beyond the limits of the compartment.

"Hello, Lord Harry Potter Gryffindor and Lady Hermione Granger Hufflepuff, or is it Lady Potter?" she said in a dreamy tone. "Anyway, I thought it would be nice to congratulate you for finally finding your love."

"What?" Hermione asked looking bewildered.

Harry tensed up and held his wand tighter. "How do you know?" he shot at the girl.

She shrugged. "I just know. It simply pops into my head, although not everything turns to be true. Oh, and I'm Luna Lovegood."

"Pleased to meet you. Would you like to sit down?" Hermione asked politely.

"Don't mind if I do," Luna answered airily and sat on the opposite bench, letting her shoes fall and folding her legs under her.

Harry could barely speak politely, though. "What do you know about us?" he asked.

Luna smiled dreamily, not directly at him. "The Nargles sometimes tell me things, yet it's hard to discern what's true. Only when I see it myself I can usually find the truth." She looked at Harry with deep concentration and then gasped. "Oh! You're not only Lord Gryffindor, but also Lord Ravenclaw and, oh my – Lord Slytherin! You practically own the school, along with your wife."

"Why do you say we're married? We are together, I admit, but we had no marriage ceremony," Hermione said.

Luna smiled at her. "Actually, a magical marriage doesn't need a ceremony. If you say your vows and really mean it, Magic accepts them as a wedding. I'm sure you said something like that even before copulating."

Hermione's face turned red and Harry sputtered. Luna looked unfazed. "You did copulate, didn't you?"

Despite her Weasley-worthy blush, Hermione recuperated first. "Luna, I'm not sure about this marriage thing, but you should keep it and our titles secret. It may be very dangerous if the information reaches the wrong ears prematurely."

Luna turned serious. "I won't tell, I swear. Besides, even if I said it, nobody would care. They don't believe most of what I say anyway." Hermione could sense some sadness in Luna's voice.

"Don't your friends believe you?" she asked.

"I have no friends," Luna stated, as if she was stating that water was wet, yet her voice was hollow.

Hermione moved to sit at her side. "Do you want us to be your friends?" she asked.

Luna's face lighted with a smile and then turned sour again. "Don't you say it just so you can mock me later?"

Hermione felt tears threatening to spill. She hugged Luna's shoulders. "Real friends don't mock their friends, even if they don't always agree on certain matters. Neither I nor Harry are going to mock you."

Luna regained her smile. "Then I really want you to be my friends and I'll be yours."

Luna's emotions seemed to be in turmoil. Hermione hugged her comfortingly and motioned for Harry to do the same on Luna's other side. It took the younger girl some time to calm down and hug them back. "I'll help you any way I can," she promised. She thought a bit longer. "You should know that your marriage, if I sensed it correctly, may not stay secret for long. Every marriage is recorded at the ministry and congratulations are sent within a few days. The records are also open to the public, so..."

"We haven't got any letter. Maybe we're not married yet?"

Luna shook her head. "You've got engaged, as that ring clearly indicates. That shows your intention. Once your intentions are clear, even a simple statement of love can become your marriage vows. It was during the new-year weekend, though. It may take them another day or two to send the letter."

Hermione looked at her finger. Neither her engagement nor her Lady Hufflepuff ring was visible. She looked questioningly at Luna.

"You have a very expensive engagement ring and it really is beautiful. I hope for you that the Lady Potter ring is just as beautiful. I don't care too much for the Hufflepuff ring, though."

"You can see them?"

"Of course. Can't you?"

"They are supposed to be hidden." Hermione was quite confused.

"Oh, don't worry. There are many things that nobody seems to see, but me. These rings are probably just like that."

Harry wasn't sure if it was for the best that they met Luna or not, yet the information she gave them was reason enough for some rethinking of their plan.

"Do you know if our titles are recorded in the marriage register as well?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. When wedding with a ceremony, the records reflect the names used during the ceremony. I don't know how it works in your case, though. Sorry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he assured her. He thought some more. "Can one's house elf find the information as well?"

"Of course. House elves are just an extension of their masters. They can gain access to the records."

He exchanged a glance with Hermione. It was clear that they were going to act this way.

"Diggy!"

The elf didn't seem to have any problem reaching the moving train. Harry explained what he wanted and Diggy popped away immediately.

Harry didn't expect to get an answer soon, yet Diggy reappeared half an hour later with a piece of parchment. "This is the marriage certificate of Master and Mistress. Diggy wishes you happy life and many children for Diggy to take care of."

Harry smiled. "We're still a bit young for that, don't you think?"

Diggy looked Hermione over, as if trying to asses her readiness for becoming a mother. "Not really. If you want, you can be parents in less than a year."

This made both Harry and Hermione blush crimson. Luna just smiled dreamily, as if enjoying herself.

They spent the rest of the ride trying to formulate a plan. As their marriage would soon become public, wouldn't it be safer to announce it themselves? Harry's position as Lord Potter should also become public knowledge, if he wanted to get out of Dumbledore's control, yet the other titles, not mentioned in the marriage documents, could stay a secret for a while.

"As a married couple, you can request separate lodging, so you can copulate as much as you like," Luna informed them, making them blush again.

"I know," Hermione said. "It's written in Ho..."

"Hogwarts, A History, isn't it?" Harry jumped in.

"Oh, you!" Hermione slapped his hand playfully.

Harry turned serious. "How are we going to tell your parents?"

"I'll write to them... yet they will only get it tomorrow morning." Hermione didn't seem too happy about this.

"Your house-elf can deliver the message, or even take you there to tell it all by yourself," Luna noted.

Hermione frowned. "I don't want to burden Diggy."

"You won't. The more their masters need their services, the happier they are, as long as they are treated well," Luna explained.

"In that case, we should see my parents as soon as we finish dinner, before we even talk with the headmaster, don't you agree, dear?"

Harry looked somewhat frightened by the prospect of trying to explain how their daughter got married before even reaching sixteen, yet he nodded nevertheless.

"I'm not looking forward to telling Ron and Ginny about this," he said.

"Neither am I," Hermione agreed, "still, we'll have to tell them as soon as we leave the headmaster. They're bound to notice our absence in the dorms."

Luna stayed with them in the carriage to Hogwarts as well. She hugged each of them when they reached the Great Hall, before moving to the Ravenclaw table, while Harry and Hermione, doing their best not to show any more affection than before, approached the Gryffindor table.