4 Bond
Harry woke up, feeling some long hair caressing his face and some soft tits caressing his chest. "Care to repeat what we've done before falling asleep?" Hermione asked innocently.
She didn't really need to wait for his answer. His erect member was already poking at her belly, and she only needed to move slightly to let it slide into her body. Harry felt in heaven. He pumped into his best friend vigorously, both enjoying every moment of it, and let his hands roam, tease and caress, bringing her quickly close to her climax, and then, as he spilled into her, she reached a higher climax than before, becoming unable to control her body, which trembled uncontrollably for several minutes. Harry only hugged her tightly, until her body calmed down. He felt she was no longer just his best friend, nor just his shag partner. She was now much more than both these together. "I think I love you," he whispered softly.
"I know I love you," she said, as soon as she could talk.
"Where does it put us?" he asked.
"You can be my boyfriend and I'll be your girlfriend, if you want. I feel like we're much closer than that, though."
"Yet even that may bring some negative reactions. Ron will not be happy with this, and certainly not Ginny. Malfoy and his cronies will also find it a reason to bully us even more."
She sighed. "You're right, I suppose, but I really want us to stay as close as we can for the rest of my life. We're still very young, and we may be prone to change our minds about this, statistically speaking, but I don't think that will ever happen."
Harry hugged her, saying nothing. He remembered his encounters with the troll and with Voldemort in first year, the Basilisk and Voldemort in second year, and the Dementors, still looming around school. How could he promise anything to her? On the other hand, he had enjoyed this time with her much more than anything he had previously experienced. Not even the 'lesson' made him this happy. Being with Hermione, uniting with her, seemed so natural, and yet so wonderful, that he knew it would become his favorite memory for casting a "patronus" and probably his favorite memory all over.
"I feel the same," he said softly, tightening his hug, not willing to let any of the looming threats destroy the moment.
"Then kiss me!" Hermione said, moving her head closer. Their kiss expressed more than friendship and passion. It also expressed love and a deep commitment, so Harry felt. Although it was a bit frightening, committing one's self at such a young age, yet Harry didn't hesitate, feeling that Hermione was committing herself to him just as thoroughly. He only deepened the kiss.
Not unexpectedly, their kiss soon turned into some more love making, and once sated – temporarily, that is – both seemed to fall asleep again. Harry woke up as a sun ray fell on his face. He squinted and tried to move, awakening Hermione. She seemed content, lying naked on top of him and Harry felt elated just knowing that she had chosen to be with him. It took Hermione a bit to notice the angle of the sun ray. "It must be quite late. I believe it's about lunch time already."
Some noise from Harry's stomach seemed to confirm her assessment. She cast "tempus" and Harry noticed that lunch was almost over.
"We can't reach the great hall on time, and we also missed the morning lessons," he said.
"Not necessarily," Hermione smiled at him, pointing at her necklace.
"What do you mean?"
Her smile widened. "How can I attend all those lessons that are scheduled at the same times? Have you never wondered about this?"
Harry shrugged. "I asked you once about it, and you said it was no problem. I didn't give it any thought after that."
"Well, Professor McGonagall gave me this time turner. We can now use it to go back to the time before we came here and even eat some more, and then pay a short visit to the library before joining Ron for transfiguration. Isn't that nice?"
Harry smiled at her.
"Care to show me what you learned about cleansing all remains?" Hermione asked teasingly. The way he saw it, there was quite a lot to cleanse, as they were both quite sweaty and sticky, with some evident signs of their previous activity. He took his wand, concentrated for a moment and then cast the spell perfectly. He repeated it, turning the wand towards his own body.
"It feels like I've just had a long shower," Hermione noted. "We need to get dressed now."
Harry still enjoyed looking at her as she moved around, grabbed her clothing and started getting dressed. He thought she was looking so gracious, even when utterly naked.
His musings were interrupted by two owls coming through one of the tall windows, landing in front of Hermione.
She frowned for a moment and then took the letters from them, letting them fly away again.
"I didn't notice there was no glass in the windows," he said.
"Your privacy charm seemed to block air movement as well, helping keep us warm. It didn't stop the owls, as it's not intended to. Now, I wonder what these letters are about. It's quite unusual to get any letter during the day."
She opened one letter and gasped at reading it, passing it on to Harry, before opening the other, scanning it quickly and passing it as well. Harry looked at the first letter and paled, while the other only confused him. "Can you explain these letters?" he asked her.
Hermione pointed at the nearest couch and let Harry sit on it, positioning herself on his lap. She then took the first letter and read it aloud.
"Dear Mrs. Hermione Potter,
We're glad to congratulate you for your bond with Mr. Harry Potter, registered today, Wednesday the 23rd of March 1994, at 08:44. As this bond is considered legally equivalent to marriage, it gives you all the rights and obligations of a married woman. Being under age, this also emancipates you, making you legally adult."
She frowned for a moment. "I believe you should have gotten a similar letter, if this is true, yet the emblem and the parchment seem genuine."
Harry didn't know if he liked the idea or dreaded it, yet he wanted to know if the letter was really true. "How can we verify it?"
"Let's read the other letter. It may help us understand," Hermione suggested.
She read the other loudly as well.
"Dear Lord and Lady Potter,
Let me congratulate you on behalf of the whole Gringotts staff for your bond and your marriage. Due to this change of status, we strongly suggest that you visit Gringotts at your earliest convenience to discuss possible changes in your investments as well. You may use this letter as a portkey by tapping our emblem and stating 'Gringotts'.
Sincerely yours,
Sharpclaw,
The main Potter account manager."
She put the letter down. "This seems to answer your question. I don't understand that marriage stuff, though. The 'lessons' we've got should have prevented us from being magically wed."
"What do you mean by that?"
Hermione turned into her 'lecture mode'. "In order for a marriage to be magically accepted, the parties involved, or the woman, at least, must not have had sex with anybody but their spouses. By keeping the marriages from being magically acceptable, people who want to divorce can do it without resorting to complicated and potentially dangerous rituals. You've clearly had sex with your 'teacher,' as I had with mine. It should have prevented us from being magically wed. It must be that bond stuff, though."
"What kind of bond is it?" Harry asked. He didn't know much about bonds – nothing, to be exact – but he still wanted to understand. Becoming married at this young age had never been in his plans.
Hermione checked both letters again. "It doesn't say. We may need to check at Gringotts or the Ministry to find out, but that should wait. We still need to eat a bit and take our morning classes. We may go to Gringotts after lunch, if you like."
Harry gave it a thought. "Maybe we should wait for the end of the week. I feel a bit overwhelmed by all that happened since Sunday. I need some time to recuperate."
She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "Of course, my dear husband. We don't need to rush anything." Harry was surprised to hear her giggling happily.
Hermione used the time turner to take them back to seven in the morning, about half an hour before they had originally left for breakfast. They went to the great hall, that was practically deserted this early in the morning, and ate heartily, leaving about five minutes before the group of Gryffindor third year arrived, and going to the library.
"I think we should try to find some information about bonds. Maybe about magical marriages as well," Hermione suggested.
Harry agreed. Although not as enthusiastic about books, or learning in general, he still recognized the wisdom in her suggestion. They spent almost an hour, trying to find something relevant, without much success. All they found was that most magical bonds between people of different genders were considered equivalent to marriage and were difficult or impossible to undo.
They put the books back and arrived to the transfiguration class just in time.
The rest of the week went quite similarly, except that Hermione suggested to have their love sessions earlier, including an early breakfast, and then return to the dorms and join the others in the regular timetable. It could still give them enough quality time together and an additional breakfast, as well as some more sleep, using the time-turner, and posed less problems than "going to the library" each day, just after breakfast. Harry accepted the idea, of course.
"We can keep a similar schedule for the weekend," Hermione suggested. "We can use the morning as usual, and then go to Gringotts, finish what we need to do there and come back, before using the time-turner to rejoin the rest of our classmates for the day."
"What about lunch? It looks like we both need it, especially with our prolonged days."
"We can grab some while at London, I'm sure."
Sunday turned to be sunny and cold. It didn't bother them too much. They spent the morning, after their early breakfast, in 'their' abandoned classroom, adding a few hours of sleep as well, and then used the letter to go to Gringotts.
They arrived at what seemed to be a very elegant office, landing not quite gracefully. Once they managed to disentangle from each other and to stand up, they saw a goblin who looked a bit amused standing at the desk. "Welcome to Gringotts, Lord and Lady Potter. My name is Sharpclaw and I'm your main account manager. Please sit down."
As they took their places, Sharpclaw asked, "Why did you use the lady's letter to come here? I thought you would use your own."
"This is the only letter we've got," both said.
Sharpclaw frowned. "We sent a letter to each of you. Did you get the Ministry's letter?"
Harry shook his head, making the frown deepen on Sharpclaw's face. "Somebody seems to redirect your mail, probably your guardian."
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked with disbelief.
"No, your magical guardian, who happens to be your headmaster as well – Mr. Dumbledore. We shall take some steps to assure that you get our mail nevertheless, from now on."
Harry was due to some more surprises there. It turned out that the poor orphan was quite a rich man, one of the richest people in Britain, actually. After being overwhelmed with too large numbers for more than an hour, Harry's stomach grumbled quite loudly, attracting Sharpclaw's attention.
"Have you skipped lunch?" he asked.
Both teens nodded blushingly.
"Well, allow me to order a lunch for you, courtesy of Gringotts."
They soon had several trays of food brought in. Harry thought that even Ron would have found it difficult to eat that much. On a second thought – maybe not. They ate their fill and even had some desert. Harry noticed some Muggle drinks that he had never been allowed to taste at home and drank a bit of each.
Two hours later, with them wearing their Lord and Lady rings, they used the letter to return to that same abandoned classroom at Hogwarts. They made their rings invisible, as they didn't want to attract any attention. Hermione used her time-turner to bring them back to the morning, just before they came into that room, and they went back to the common room, arriving a few minutes before the other students came yawning down.
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