Chapter 28
Wedding Night Weekend, Part 1
Author's Note: I almost made this one VERY LONG chapter, but as you can see, this is Part 1 of a two part wedding night weekend. Part 1 centers around the First Wife ritual, and a nice (non-sexual) bath. I had too much fun writing dialogue and realized if I didn't split the chapter in two, it would be extremely long. So I found a nice splitting point to cut it in half.
When it comes to Gabrielle... as the warning says below, yes she is 13 but you'll find that she's very mature, body-wise, for her age, thanks to being a Veela. She basically looks sixteen or seventeen years old even though her age is 13.
Warning: Nudity and Fem-Slash (Kissing) involving Minors (age 13 and 16), and Mature Topics.
August 3rd, 1996
The recently-coined Lady Hermione Potter was standing in the bathroom of the Master Bedroom of Black Manor and staring at herself in the mirror. The only thing covering her otherwise naked body was a skimpy bathrobe that was tied with a belt around the midriff.
A couple weeks ago, if she had been asked what was the most nervous moment she had ever felt, she would likely answer the way she felt before her OWL exams. Now she considered that laughable.
She had felt quite nervous minutes before her wedding a few days ago, and just hours later she had been even more nervous as she undressed just minutes before she first made love to her husband. Now she was feeling those same nerves all over again. Soon, she would be performing a ritual that, until a few days ago, she had never even heard about – even when reading about rituals and similar topics in books that she had borrowed from the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library. She could understand why rituals like the First Wife/Sister-Wives Ritual was not in a Hogwarts schoolbook. There was too big of a risk that innocent schoolchildren would try to perform the ritual with a group of their friends.
During the wedding reception, she had spoken to Padma for several minutes whilst Harry was dancing with the various women of the Crestview Alliance. She wanted to know everything about the ritual before she would perform it. The problem was that Padma didn't know much about the ritual either. She knew it was used to ensure closeness between the sister-wives. It was natural to feel jealousy when the man you love is romantically involved with other women. The bond created by the ritual would prevent such feelings. Would there be side-effects? Padma's only answer was that it was likely, but her Uncle's many wives never explained that to her in detail.
Normally, Hermione would have asked everyone for any knowledge about such things, but this time it was just far too personal. So after Padma had given her a piece of parchment which was basically a script of the ritual – Padma had also given the script to her other sister-wives as well – Hermione had read over the wording, and memorized it like they were simple History of Magic notes before an exam.
Now she was standing in front of the mirror, battling her nerves while quietly reciting portions of the ritual under her breath in order to prepare herself.
Suddenly, there was a light knocking sound on the bathroom door.
"Yes?" Hermione asked; still looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"It's Daphne," Daphne said, "We're all ready whenever you are. Harry's here too."
Hermione inhaled and exhaled and nodded. Then she turned to the door and opened it. She stepped into the bedroom and found her new sister-wives standing around the room. Each of the girls were also wearing nothing but bathrobes of various styles of fabric, length and thickness. Harry was relaxing on his bed, wearing nothing above the waist and looking impossibly gorgeous.
"You're doing that on purpose, Harry," Hermione said.
"Pardon?" Harry asked.
"You're purposely teasing us with your body," Hermione said, "Those of us who have to wait."
"I had nothing to do with the schedule," Harry said, grinning, as he cupped his hands behind his head and relaxed against the bed's backboard, "That was you girls."
"You couldn't handle all of us in one evening," Daphne said, "Even with Potency Potions."
Harry groaned. "How many people did you tell about those Potions, Hermione?"
"Just your brides," Hermione said, "We're all responsible for your well-being."
"Brilliant," Harry muttered, "I married five versions of Madam Pomfrey."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You don't have to be here for this, you know."
"And miss out on seeing my beautiful brides in the buff all at once?" Harry asked, "No thanks."
"Was he always this confident in private, Hermione?" Susan asked, "I've never seen this side of him before."
"Recently learned talent," Hermione said, "Wait until you start touching his bits and then see how confident he gets."
The other girls giggled and Harry groaned.
"I thought we agreed not to gossip, Hermione," Harry said.
Hermione rolled her eyes, took her wand from inside her bathrobes and waved it toward the bed. The curtains around the bed closed around Harry.
"Oi!" Harry said, laughing, "Gossip all you want as long as I can watch."
Hermione smirked and flicked her wand. The curtains returned to their posts.
"Remember that next time," Hermione said, "Now hush. You're a spectator, not a participant."
Harry nodded and made a 'lips zipped' motion. Hermione sighed and walked toward the empty floor between the bed and the door. Her four sister-wives moved toward her and positioned themselves into an pentagon shape.
"Before we begin," Hermione said, "Has everyone memorized their vows?"
There were four nods in response.
"Are there any issues needed voicing beforehand?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Daphne said, "Don't automatically give us permission to become pregnant. That is one good side-effect to this bond. We don't need to chug down Contraceptive Draughts once a month if we can't get pregnant anyway."
Hermione pondered this thoughtfully and looked at Padma. "Do you know if this will do anything to your menstrual cycles if I do that? Contraceptive Draughts make them less uncomfortable."
"It will basically be the same thing as a Contraceptive Draught," Padma said. "We'll still get our monthly visitors, it will just be less of a nuisance."
Hermione nodded. "Does everyone agree with Daphne?"
"I can't get pregnant until I turn seventeen," Gabrielle said, "So it is no big deal with me."
"I'm fine with it," Susan said, "I can just ask you when I decide when I want to start working toward children with Harry."
"I agree with Susan," Padma said.
"Very well," Hermione said. "When the ritual is complete, I will give permission for you to have a sexual relationship with Harry, of course. But pregnancy will be on request. Remember, we're all equal in the eyes of our husband. I am not your boss, and my only duties as First Wife, aside from the obvious, will be in social situations. I've taken a look at the wording quite thoroughly, and they should not interfere with the vows we took during our weddings. Do any of you have any issues with the wording of the vows?"
The other four girls shook their heads.
"Very well," Hermione said, "We shall begin then."
She cleared her throat and looked at her bathrobes. Then she untied the belt and dropped the robes, so that she was completely naked. She looked at her sister-wives expectantly, and each of them looked at the others in a few moments of hesitation.
Then Gabrielle was the next to undo and drop her robes. Hermione tried her best not to stare at the young part-Veela. She only wished she had looked that beautiful when she was thirteen years old. Until now, she was quite skeptical about the youngest of Harry's brides, believing that there was no way a thirteen year old could be anywhere near maturity as Hermione was. But in appearance alone, Gabrielle had the body of a woman three or four years her senior.
The other three girls then dropped their own robes. It seemed that Hermione's message about Harry's preferences had been heard by wide open ears. All four of her sister-wives had no hair below their head.
Behind Hermione, she heard Harry audibly moan.
"Silence, Harry," Hermione said.
"Can't help it," Harry said, "I have to the the luckiest bloke on this planet to be married to five beautiful young women."
Hermione giggled when her four sister-wives all turned pink in the face.
"Down, tiger," she said, "You'll get your fun soon enough."
"Yes, ma'am," Harry said.
Hermione inhaled and exhaled as she looked at her sister-wives.
"We'll begin with Daphne first," Hermione said, "Then each of you in turn, and finally myself. Then we will – er – kiss and speak the final words of the ritual together."
Daphne nodded, looking as nervous as Hermione felt. Hermione stepped in front of the Slytherin witch, then raised her wand in front of her, so the tip pointed at the ceiling, and cleared her throat.
"Daphne Potter-Black," Hermione said, "On this, the third day of August in the year 1996, do you vow to honor the your sister-wives and First Wife as you have also vowed to honor your husband, Harry James Potter?"
"I, Daphne Illiana Potter-Black," Daphne said, "On this, the third day of August in the year 1996, do vow to honor my sister-wives and you, the First Wife, as I have vowed to honor my husband, as they vow to do the same for me. I vow to honor the requests of you, the First Wife, as I do my own husband, and will only perform my duties of intimacy and child-bearing if you, the First Wife, give me express permission as is your right. I vow to never raise wand, fist, or word if such is deliberate in intent to harm you, the First Wife, or my sister-wives, as I vow the same toward my husband. I vow to never willingly betray you, the First Wife, or my sister-wives as I vow the same toward my husband. So mote it be!"
A bright globe of golden light leapt from Daphne's wand and moved to her fist with clutched her wand. Her eyes fluttered as the magical swept through her body. Hermione then moved to her other sister-wives in turn as they too repeated the same vows which resulted in balls of golden light entering their bodies. Finally, it was Hermione's turn to seal the ritual as First Wife.
"I, Hermione Jean Potter," Hermione said, raising the tip of her wand to the ceiling, "in my first duty as First Wife, do accept the vows that -" she repeated the names of her sister-wives," – have been presented and promised to me on this, the third day of August in the year 1996. In turn, I vow to honor my sister-wives as I honor my husband. I vow to honor my own duties to my sister-wives, as they have expected of me. My words of permission will allow my sister-wives to perform their duties of intimacy and child-bearing. I vow to never raise wand, fist or word if such is deliberate in intent to harm my sister-wives, as they have vowed the same, and I have toward my husband. I vow to never willingly betray my sister-wives as they have vowed the same and I have toward my husband. May my life and magic be torn from my body if I ever break these vows of my own Free Will. I seal these vows with a kiss of passion and trust with my sister-wives, as I would do the same with my husband."
Attempting to do her best to show little of how nervous she was, she walked back over to Daphne. Then she cupped a hand against Daphne's cheek and leaned toward her and kissed her softly but with the passion the ritual had requested of her. She was rather surprised at how soft Daphne's lips were, and how similar it was to kissing Harry. What neither she nor Daphne saw, but their sister-wives and husband witnessed was another globe of golden light that engulfed the girls as they kissed. The same happened between Hermione and the other girls as well during their brief, but passionate kisses.
Gabrielle reacted a little oddly when Hermione kissed her, but Hermione expected it had to do with the Veela part of her. But Gabrielle's odd behavior only lasted briefly before she moved against Hermione's lips returning the kiss with the same passion and finishing her part of the ritual.
Hermione then backed away, moved back to her position, and held her wand out in the center of the pentagon of girls. Her sister-wives touched their wands with hers.
Then they chanted as one voice: "As did my kiss, so to do my lips seal my promise, with words, to honor my sister-wives and husband as I honor myself. May my life and magic be torn from my body if I ever break these vows of my own Free Will. So mote it be!"
As one, their wands created a large golden globe of light that engulfed them all inside it. The light was so bright, it caused Harry to shield his eyes with his hand and close them briefly. Then the light finally subsided and Hermione and the other girls panted gulps of breath as the magic coursed through their bodies. They all looked at each other in turn, with wary expressions, as if expecting something else to happen.
"Are you girls okay?" Harry asked.
"Does anyone feel any different?" Susan asked.
"I don't think so," Gabrielle said.
"If it counts, I feel a bit excited from Hermione's kiss," Daphne said, giggling. "Bloody hell, Hermione. I'd have kissed you sooner if I knew you could kiss like that!"
Hermione felt her cheeks grow quite hot and she cleared her throat.
"Was that your own words of Free Will or did this ritual cause you to say that?" Hermione asked.
Daphne opened her mouth then closed it. She bit her lip and looked confused for a few moments, before she shrugged.
"I don't know yet," she said. "I don't think I wanted to kiss you before today, but..."
"So that is a maybe," Hermione said.
"Which is odd," Harry said, "since 'maybe' isn't exactly any kind of answer to a multiple choice question."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well, if there are any side-effects," Padma said, "I don't think we'll feel them immediately. They shouldn't be harmful, though. My Uncle's wives didn't give me the impression that the ritual was harmful."
"So... not harmful," Daphne said, "That just leaves the possibility of annoying, exciting, interesting and many other words to describe them."
"Right," Hermione said, "If any of us feel any side-effects, let the rest of us know. Just so we know what to expect."
Her sister-wives agreed.
"I nearly forgot!" Hermione gasped, "I'm sorry girls. I will do my first duty as First Wife now." She raised her wand and flourished it toward her sister-wives in turn. "I, as First Wife, give permission to perform their duties of intimacy and all that it entails to -" she said the four names of her sister-wives. "however, I revoke permission for them to bear our husband's children until further notice."
"Excellently phrased," Daphne said, "That should allow us to shag Harry to our heart's content and milking the rewards without worrying about a bun in the oven until we desire."
"A little oddly phrased, but precise," Hermione said.
"Can we put our clothes on now?" Susan asked.
"No!" Harry said.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned toward her husband. "Down, boy. I'm sure you want all of us in that bed right now. I know how your mind works. We have agreed to a strict schedule. It is a compromise we intend to keep in order to keep us all sane."
"If not my bed then how about the tub?" Harry asked.
"I would be happy to join you in the tub, Harry," Gabrielle said, "And I am sure Padma agrees."
Padma nodded.
"But as for the rest of us," Hermione said, "You just need to wait."
"Believe me, we're all antsy as you are," Daphne said, "But like Hermione said, we did agree to a compromise. Susan, Hermione and I will just leave you three to your fun."
"How long are you going to leave the tent outside?" Harry asked.
"We agreed to keep it outside until Monday morning after we've all had our turn with you," Susan said, "Then it will come back up here. Come on, girls. Maybe we can get back to our tent in our robes without it being awkward. We seriously should have considered bringing a pair of clothes."
"Why didn't you?" Harry asked.
"Gabrielle thought it would be sexy to undress for you in just a bathrobe," Daphne said, "The rest of us agreed."
"You were correct," Harry said.
Hermione, Susan and Daphne put their bathrobes back on. Then Hermione grabbed an outfit that she had put together for tomorrow, since she didn't dare to come back to the bedroom before Sunday evening. She gave a kiss to Harry, as did Susan and Daphne, and the three girls walked out of the bedroom.
Daphne groaned as soon as Hermione shut the door. "Either of you regretting compromises right now? He looked so good that I wanted to accept his offer of joining him in the tub."
"We all agreed, Daphne," Susan said.
"Yeah," Hermione said, "It will be hard enough for Gabrielle with just one other girl in there tonight. Even then, remember, Gabrielle said that her first time with Harry would be away from Padma. More than likely, Padma will be relaxing in the tub while Harry and Gabrielle are going at it on the other side of the door."
"Yeah, I don't think I could do that," Daphne said. "If it was me in Padma's place, I would be in bed with both of them and not worry about a Veela's fury." Daphne then frowned and looked confused for a moment. "Okay, I distinctly remembering telling Harry that I was openly against joining Gabrielle in bed with Harry anytime soon."
"And now you don't know why you said it?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Daphne said, "There's your first side-effect, girls. I'm completely fine with Gabrielle shagging my husband. And I am looking forward to tomorrow night when I get to do the same, and also -"
Daphne looked at Hermione then cleared her throat and looked away.
"And what, Daphne?" Hermione said.
"I'm looking forward to you being there with me," Daphne said, "and all that it entails."
"So you're saying you want her to kiss you again?" Susan asked, grinning.
Daphne nodded, then she looked confused again. "Why the bloody hell am I admitting this? Is honesty part of the honor vow? I'm not trying to lie, but I just don't want to spout everything I am thinking!"
Susan laughed. "This is new to us Daphne. I am sure it won't be as bad when we can get used to it."
Daphne harrumphed, then turned and walked down the hall muttering about bloody rituals and side-effects. Hermione felt her cheeks go warm as she looked from Daphne to Susan.
"I don't feel the same way yet, just so you know," Susan said, "But if I feel the same way as Daphne, I'll tell you. It was a very nice kiss after all."
Hermione suddenly realized exactly what Harry meant by death-by-embarrassment. She wondered if Daphne was right about the side-effects, and if so... what else would happen in the near future?
The two sister-wives followed the third down the hall, all secretly wishing to run back into Harry's room, even though they knew they needed to wait.
Meanwhile, Harry was sitting at the edge of the bed as he looked at two of his beautiful wives.
Now that he saw Gabrielle as nature intended, he knew now there would be no issue when it came to her age. Even at thirteen, her body was as mature as each of her sister-wives. Standing next to her sister-wives naked, nobody would ever guess that she was at least three years younger. Harry was thankful, however, that only he would be the only man to ever have her. Though he was now having second thoughts of taking her to those nude beaches Hermione had talked about. Other boys and men would be drooling over her and looking at her like a piece of meat. He didn't like the thought of that one bit.
Padma, on the other hand, had an exotic beauty to her. She had the best hips and ass out of all of his brides (not that he would ever be caught comparing any of them), and her breasts were shapely and perfect in Harry's opinion. His mouth watered at the thought of how he would worship them soon enough.
"If you're wondering," Padma said, "Me and my sister are entirely identical in this way too."
"Never have thought about it," Harry said, honestly, "Though I'm sure Neville feels like a lucky man, much like I do. Are you girls okay with – er – no hair down there?"
"If we weren't, you would have heard about it, Harry," Padma said.
"I am happy to say I shared your preference, Harry," Gabrielle said, "So there was nothing to shave."
Harry smiled, then inhaled and exhaled. A sweet scent of perfume and other smells invaded his nostrils.
"So... what do you girls want to do?" he asked.
"Hermione couldn't help but brag about that bathtub," Padma said, "I've been dying to try it out. Gabrielle and I spoke earlier about what would happen tonight. And I am quite fine with her having first dibs before it is my turn. She warned me about the – er – how did you put it? Carnal desires?"
"Oui," Gabrielle said, "While the creature cannot came out until my maturity, I will still be rather – er – frisky during the first bout of intercourse. I should be be better after that, and would be happy if you joined us. I'm suddenly feeling quite open to joining you tonight. Is that a side-effect of the ritual?"
"Maybe," Padma said, "It does ensure us that we are closer to each other. Anyway, I will just relax in the tub while the two of you have your initial fun. Though I would like the two of you to join me for a while before that happens."
"I would love to join you if Gabrielle accepts as well," Harry said.
Gabrielle nodded, happily.
"Alright," Harry said, "I will fill the tub and set the mood, then you two are welcome to join me in five minutes."
Harry stood and walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the tub, and turned on the hot water, then added a bit of bubble bath. As the tub filled, Harry removed the remainder of his clothes until he was bare naked. As he slid the clothes off to the side with his foot, he heard a wolf-whistle near the doorway. He jumped slightly and turned to see the door open. Padma and Gabrielle were standing there.
"Was that five minutes?" Harry asked, with a knowing smile across his lips.
"We got lonely," Padma said, pouting playfully as she gazed up and down at his body, her eyes lingering towards his crotch more than the rest of him. "But it seems we came in at the right moment."
"Mmhmm," Gabrielle said; she too was gazing at him.
Harry blushed and stepped into the tub. He motioned for them to join him, as he found a place to sit down, and neither of his brides wasted any time. They stepped into the tub one at a time, and sank down into the water, sitting on either side of Harry.
"Mon Dieu!" Gabrielle moaned in French, "This feels wonderful."
Padma could only moan in agreement. Harry removed his wand from behind his ear and flourished it at the four candles, which sat at the corners of the tub. Little flames appeared on the wicks. Harry then flourished his wand toward the light, and it turned off, bathing the room in a flickering light of candles and nothing else. Harry set his wand off to the side, and wrapped both arms around his brides' shoulders.
"Very romantic," Gabrielle said, as she laid her head against his arm.
"Agreed," Padma said, as she too laid against his arm, "A lovely mood setting. You did this with Hermione, didn't you?"
"Yes," Harry said, "And that is all I will say about that."
"I think we were right, Gabby," Padma said, "Harry and Hermione did more than bathe in this tub together."
Harry coughed, but said nothing.
"That sounds wonderful," Padma said, "But maybe another time. I want my first time to be in our bed."
"Unfortunately, I fear love-making in the tub or shower is not in my future," Gabrielle said, "Bathing in a tub this size is okay with me, but the intensity of sex in water would infuriate the creature inside me. Veela do not do well with water."
"Which is why Fleur did not do well in the second task," Harry said, "What the bloody hell were they thinking putting you down there, Gabby?"
"Maman and Papa were as infuriated as you are," Gabrielle said, "They couldn't figure out why I had been placed down there. Not until recently at least."
"Did they figure out something?" Padma asked.
"It wasn't until that memory of Bill's youngest brother admitting to knowing about Dumbledore's plans to harm Hermione," Gabrielle said, "They realized that I had been down there for a similar reason. They believe Dumbledore seemed to want you to save me, Harry. If you became my life-mate, and we got together before Hermione admitted her romantic feelings for you, then maybe you would have denied her in turn for me..."
"Because I knew nothing about Polygamy being legal in the wizarding world," Harry said, "So you would be my only wife if Dumbledore got his way. Then... what about Ginny?"
"Dumbledore would have informed you of Polygamy after you fell in love with Ginny due to his plans to use Love Potion," Padma said, "By then, maybe Dumbledore would hope that Hermione would either be dead or in love with someone else after giving up on you."
Harry nodded. It seemed plausible.
"Enough of that," Gabrielle said, "Tonight is not about scheming, manipulative old men. Tonight is about the three of us. You do not know how long I have been dreaming of this, Harry. Even before I matured on my thirteenth birthday, I had dreams of you, Harry. I am a bit hesitant to admit that even back then they were sex dreams."
Harry coughed. "Exactly what did you look like in these sex dreams? Were you – you know – looking like this, or like that little girl I saved from the lake?"
"It varied," Gabrielle said, blushing pink. "My first was when I looked like that little girl. I dreamed I made love to you in thanks for saving me from the lake, right on the shoreline of the lake. We were quite alone though. Very romantic."
Harry felt his cheeks grow hot, as he tried his best not to think of such a scene in his head.
"Is that normal for Veela?" Padma asked. "Dreaming of sex while in adolescence?"
"Oui," Gabrielle said, "But only if we have found our life-mate. Even then, before I reached maturity, I knew Harry was my mate. I just never told my parents or Fleur. I was embarrassed to tell them about my dreams. I enjoyed them very much and didn't want to be scolded for doing so. Adolescent Veela are not encouraged to think about sexual behavior, because it makes us vulnerable to older men. When we first experience sex, it makes us active, yearning for more. That does not mean I will want sex everyday, Harry. Just more often than not."
Harry couldn't help but smile at that.
"So... even adolescent Veela crave sex?" Padma asked.
"Only if they experience it firsthand," Gabrielle said, "We are a sexual creature. It is only natural to us. So it doesn't matter what our age is – when we experience sex, we crave it afterward. If an adolescent Veela is raped, she craves that man afterward and doesn't see it as rape at all. Because in her eyes, he made love to her as her mate should do. For a long time in our history, many adolescents were simply never taught the difference between rape and consensual love-making. If we do learn it, the only way to prevent it from happening is simply to not get raped. As I said, in the throes of sex, Veela see it as love-making, even when it is rape. Due to this factor alone, throughout history, dozens of adolescent Veela have been prey to older men, many have been made personal sex slaves. And those sex slaves simply do not care as long as they are only used by their mate."
Padma's eyes were misty, and her dark skin had paled a bit. "That is horrible."
"It rarely happens nowadays," Gabrielle said, "Most adolescents are sent to Veela refuges in order to prevent such things. I would have gone to one if my Papa wasn't such an important man in France."
"What happens if someone tries to take you if they're not your mate?" Harry asked, "I'd never do that to you. Just curious..."
"We kill anyone who tries to have sex with us, and is not our mate," Gabrielle said.
Harry nodded. That seemed rather obvious.
"I was well protected in my youth, so there was no chance of it happening," Gabrielle said, "Fleur and I both had female security guards with us at all time until we reached maturity. The one time my guard failed was when I was somehow teleported to Hogwarts for the second task. We still don't know how that happened. My guard resigned after that, believing she could have done something."
"So you were in France before the Second Task?" Harry asked.
"I was asleep in my bed the night before the Second Task," Gabrielle said, "I went to bed, and when I woke, I was in that lake and this handsome boy had just saved me from the lake. I thought I was dreaming at first. This morning, I feared I was still dreaming. That I was going to wake up and it would be the morning of the Second Task, only I would be in my bed in France, an unmarried eleven year old without my handsome life-mate."
"This isn't a dream," Harry said, "I could pinch you just to make sure."
"Maybe in a while when we're in your bed," Gabrielle said, grinning.
Padma snickered.
"I may hold you to that, Gabby," Harry said, winking.
"You are a confident husband, aren't you," Padma said, "What was that Hermione said about confidence and your bits?"
"I believe that was a joke," Harry said, "It only happened the first time. I was rather concerned I would hurt Hermione, but she was eager. You know, I could have sworn I said I wasn't going to tell you these things."
"How sweet you are, worrying about us," Padma said, "I am sure you are a gentle lover and will treat us well for our first time."
"You don't need to worry about that with me," Gabrielle said, "Veela have no hymen. As I basically said earlier, we are only ever committed to one mate, so the first time with that mate is always our first time. No need to use a silly human belief of 'losing one's virginity.' After all, the hymen is a very delicate thing. A young girl could lose it doing gymnastics or during a broom accident."
"Or using a sex toy," Padma said, "Parvati says that is how Lavender lost her hymen. Parvati refused to use one due to that risk alone."
Harry coughed. "I really didn't need to know that."
Padma giggled.
"What I guess I am trying to say is," Gabrielle said, "is do not expect to be gentle with me, Harry. I will want you to take me as if this is our hundredth time of love-making. Though don't be surprised if it is I who take control."
Harry gulped and nodded. He then realized he was quite correct in his thoughts as of late. These girls were trying to kill him!
But – oh! – what a way to go!
A nice place to end it, I think. Just a bit of a tease for the next chapter. I absolutely loved this whole chapter. I laughed so much at several points while writing it, especially Daphne's "side-effects".
Next chapter: The wedding night weekend continues and commences. Lemons in at least two or three separate scenes (involving a total of four girls and a very lucky Harry. I don't think there will be a scene involving Susan and Harry, but that will come sometime in the future, don't worry. I just have better plans for the other girls and Harry.). Basically it will be the only Porn-with-very-little-Plot chapter in the story. But it is basically the final chapter of this second arc (Welcome to Crestview, Crestview Alliance, and Harry's weddings arc), before it goes into the next big storyline. The chapter ends in a really cruel cliffhanger!
