Chapter 1 - Harry/Hermione/Emma
Hermione was frustrated. No, that wasn't quite right. Five years ago, she'd been frustrated. Four years ago, she'd been confused. Three years ago, she'd been lonely. Two years ago, she'd been despondent. This year? This year, Hermione was simply furious. Today was her birthday… and once again, she was celebrating it alone.
Her name, though she was coming to regret it most severely, was Hermione Granger-Weasley. She'd married Ron two years back and tacked his name onto her own. She certainly wasn't going to replace her last name with his, she'd never been that kind of woman. Still, one might expect that being married implied a few things. Like your husband remembering and celebrating your birthday with you.
This was the second year in a row that Ron had completely forgotten. Hermione supposed she shouldn't be surprised. He'd always been a bit self-centered and narcissistic. Expecting him to remember something that wasn't about him was… usually an exercise in frustration. After last year however, Hermione had set about trying to give Ron as many opportunities to be reminded of her upcoming big day as possible. She'd told him about it at least three separate times, she'd put it on their shared calendar, she'd left out some catalogs with items circled to give him ideas of what she might want.
Nothing. It was the afternoon now, and Ron had just asked her what was for dinner, without so much as a single inclination that he knew what today was. So yeah, Hermione was furious. But she was also… just tired. She was exhausted emotionally, in a way that she wasn't sure she could ever recover from. She was… she wanted her best friend back, more than anything else.
Five years. It'd been five years since they'd destroyed Voldemort's last horcrux and Harry had finally ended the bastard, once and for all. It'd also been five years since Harry had subsequently left the wizarding world in disgust when the Daily Prophet, after just a month of printing praises about Harry saving them all, had turned around and started pondering just how powerful and how dangerous the young wizard truly was, to be able to do what Dumbledore had not.
No matter that the so-called journalists making these hit pieces clearly had no clue as to the true context behind just about everything that had ever happened between Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Harry. It didn't stop them from speculating, judging, and fearmongering. After all, celebrating sold well only for a short amount of time. To keep the sales rolling in, one had to make people read, and sensationalist headlines speculating whether Harry would be the next Dumbledore, or the next Voldemort sold papers.
It'd been enough to drive him away entirely, and Hermione, too busy in her post-Hogwarts studies, hadn't been able to be there for him when he needed her most. They'd fallen out of touch, and Hermione had to admit, she felt a little isolated in those first couple of years. All she'd had were the Weasleys, and while they treated her like family, Ron was always… well, Ron.
Still, her loneliness had led to what was swiftly becoming her greatest regret. Two years ago, despite knowing deep down inside that they weren't truly compatible, Hermione Granger had married Ronald Weasley. It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, but the entire wedding, she'd secretly been waiting for Harry to show up and say this was all wrong, to tell them they weren't meant for each other.
Not in any romantic sort of way or a-anything like that, Hermione was sure she didn't think of her friend that way, but Harry… Harry was closest to both of them. If anyone would have objected on the grounds that they didn't want to see her or Ron unhappy, it would have been him. He didn't show though, and in the end, the wedding ceremony had gone off without a hitch. That day, Hermione had become Hermione Granger-Weasley, officially. The less said about that night, however, the better…
Regardless, after marrying Ron, it was like a switch had been flipped. Ron had always been Ron before, but once he seemingly 'had' her, he got ten times worse. Worst of all, was his disparagement of Harry. Whenever Hermione tried to bring him up, Ron would comment casually that Harry had been seen with a whole lot of muggle whores, partying around the world on the gold that he'd gotten from emptying the Potter and Black accounts in Gringotts before his departure.
Hermione would always ask for sources of course, even if it was true, she was that desperate for any information on Harry that she'd take it, but Ron would always waffle and say he didn't quite remember where he'd heard or read this or that rumor, only that he was pretty sure they were true. It was obvious that even now, Ron felt like he was living in Harry's shadow, and Hermione had learned quite quickly to avoid bringing up their missing friend… or perhaps more accurately, HER missing friend.
Now though, as she stood there in the kitchen, practically alone on her birthday, Ron in the other room waiting for dinner, but emotionally miles away, Hermione finds herself wondering if Harry had the right idea. Magic… magic was wonderful, and glorious, and spectacular, and it'd changed her life. But maybe it was better to live like a muggle, away from all the prejudice and discrimination and the loud-mouthed red heads constantly yapping about Quidditch.
Without hesitating for one more moment, Hermione decides what she's going to do. Spinning on her heel, she steps out the backdoor and closes it quietly behind her. Moving out into their yard, she makes sure she's far enough away that Ron won't hear her, before spinning on a dime and apparating. A moment later, Hermione appears in the backyard of her childhood home, her mother's home as a matter of fact.
She and her mom, Emma Granger… they're not as close as they should be, Hermione realizes with a jolt as she stands there staring at the backdoor of her childhood home, suddenly nervous about entering from that way. It feels… it feels almost like it would be trespassing if that makes sense, like she's a stranger here, and she needs… she needs to go around front and introduce herself properly.
Biting her lower lip, Hermione skirts around the house, exiting the backyard and walking across the front, heading to the front doorstep and coming to a stop at the front door. Refusing to let herself hesitate any further, she reaches up and pulls the knocker, once, twice, thrice. Then, she waits. As she does so, she looks around.
She's a little surprised at how manicured the place looks. Especially since her mother and father had divorced four and a half years ago. She was well aware that her mother had gotten the better of that divorce, even if Emma had chosen to keep the name, thanks to the dentistry business that she'd effectively won the right to operate when she and Hermione's dad had separated.
Still, growing up, Hermione distinctly remembered her father handling the yardwork, doing the man's work as he called it. But despite his years-long absence, the place looked immaculate. Hermione would have expected her mother to let it go, but perhaps Emma had simply hired a yard service in the interim. She certainly made enough money to.
Regardless, the door is suddenly opening, and Hermione tears her gaze off of the pristine-looking front yard, only for her eyes to widen to epic proportions at the sight of her mother, standing in the doorway, wearing absolutely scandalous red lingerie. Emma Granger is… a smoking hot babe, and rationally, Hermione is aware that her mother meets all of the common standards of beauty, that… that she's effectively a Grade A MILF.
But that doesn't mean she wants to see her mother half-naked. Blushing profusely, Hermione quickly pushes past her mom, getting into the house without so much as an invitation so that Emma will close the door and hopefully no one will see her state of dress. When they're finally in the entryway of the home with the front door closed and locked behind them, Hermione finally turns to Emma, who rather than looking displeased, has a big wide smile on her face.
"Mooom!"
Really at a loss for what else to say, Hermione settles for gesturing wildly at her mother's state of undress. Emma just laughs, and then sighs and shakes her head.
"Let me guess, Ronald forgot your birthday again."
Hermione blushes, a little ashamed to realize that the last time she'd even seen her mother had been last year at around this time. She hadn't immediately gone to Emma that day, but she'd met with her a week later to unload all of her disappointment and the like. And then she'd let herself get lost in the world of magic again, forgetting all about her dear old muggle mother for a whole 'nother year.
Before she can open her mouth to apologize for that however, Emma snaps her fingers at her and smiles.
"I have something that will cheer you up! The best birthday present ever~"
With that, the buxom, beautiful MILF, still clad in a set of gorgeous red lingerie, turns on her heel and begins to walk down the hall. When Hermione doesn't immediately follow, Emma looks back at her and gestures impatiently.
"Well? Come along sweetie!"
A little wrong-footed, Hermione follows her mother to the master bedroom. There she finds something even more shocking than her mother answering the door in nothing but fire-red lingerie. There, laid out on the four-poster bed, is a man. He's waiting almost casually, his hands clasped on his chest and his legs ever so slightly spread to show off the largest cock Hermione has ever seen, jutting straight up in the air. He's gorgeous, all lean muscle, and Hermione finds herself ogling ceaselessly.
It's not like he knows it… the man doesn't react to Emma or Hermione's entrance in any meaningful way, mostly because he's blindfolded. He does smile, clearly having heard Emma walk in, but Hermione's mother gives Hermione a wink and places a finger against her lips to shush her daughter, even as she crawls up onto the bed.
Watching her own mother bend down and arch her back so that she can begin licking at his cock and massaging his nut sack with an expert hand is not exactly what Hermione came here to do today, so she focuses her eyes elsewhere… and for the first time notices the mop of familiar black hair, and the trace of a faded lightning bolt peeking out from under the top of the blindfold the man is wearing. Not just any man… it's Harry. Her mom is… is in a sexual relationship with Harry?!
Hermione very nearly says something right then and there, but Emma preempts her, pulling back from her licking for a moment to speak, even as she strokes Harry's cock with one hand and kneads his balls with the other.
"I brought someone to play with us tonight, Harry~"
Hermione blushes at that, fidgeting nervously. She… she couldn't. She was a married woman. It would be wrong. It would be a betrayal of… of a man who'd forgotten her birthday two years in a row.
"Oh? Who is it? Jane? Bella?"
That has Hermione's eyes going wide. She recognizes the names of her cousins. It seems that Ron was righter than even he knew with his disparaging remarks. Harry was out here in the muggle world, fucking muggle women… they just so happened to be muggle women related to HER. Bristling just a little bit with indignation, Hermione stomps over to the bed and reaches out, pulling the blindfold off of her missing best friend right then and there.
As Harry is blinking his green eyes clear, adjusting to the light, Hermione finds herself doing something she feels like she should have done ages ago. Leaning down, she takes hold of Harry by the face and kisses him right then and there on the lips quite soundly, her tongue slipping into his mouth and dueling with his tongue as his eyes finally clear up and he finally recognizes just who he's making out with. For a moment, there's surprise, but then it's replaced with a deep-seated satisfaction, and suddenly Harry's hand is in Hermione's hair, and he's pulling her in closer, and his other hand is on the small of her back.
Emma leans back and just claps happily.
"Oh good. I always knew the two of you would be perfect for each other!"
With the reminder that her MOM is watching all of this, Hermione can't help but pull away, and Harry, sensing her embarrassment, lets her. Of course, seeing this, Emma quickly intervenes, dragging Hermione off of the bed and starting to unbutton her daughter's blouse.
"M-Mom!"
Shocked as she is, Hermione can't muster much resistance as Emma just smiles at her beatifically, continuing to strip her down.
"It's alright baby, just let mama handle the logistics. This is yours and Harry's night, alright? I want you both to enjoy yourselves very much, so I'll go ahead and walk you through it, just like I had to do with Harry at first."
The idea that Harry had learned all about sex from her mother leaves Hermione gobsmacked, and before long, she's naked and on her back. Harry has gotten up and allowed Emma and Hermione to take her place. Kneeling at the head of the bed, Emma rests Hermione across her lap, leaning down over her and running her fingers along Hermione's pussy lips. It's a humiliating, embarrassing experience… but there's no denying that Hermione is already wet.
"Hm, she's ready for you Harry. I wouldn't have taken my daughter for a slut… but perhaps she's just excited to finally be with a man who can actually take care of her needs."
Emma's tone is teasing, even as she leans back and cradles Hermione's head in her hands. Looking up into her mother's smiling face, Hermione can hardly believe any of this is happening. It feels surreal, like a damn dream… but Harry's hands come down on her thighs, and he spreads her legs apart as he places the head of his massive member up against her pussy lips. Tearing her gaze off of her mother, Hermione looks up at Harry, meeting his emerald-green eyes.
"Are you ready, Hermione?"
She knows, just from seeing his concerned face, that Harry would be more than willing to back off right now if she asked him to. If she wanted to stop or at least pause so she could gather her emotions, then he would gladly do so. Because… because he cared about her. M-Maybe he even loved her. It's that realization more than anything else that makes Hermione's mind up for her. Still blushing up a storm, the young woman decides nonetheless that she doesn't want to wait any longer. She doesn't want a chance to talk herself out of it.
Nodding jerkily, Hermione bites her lower lip as she gives Harry an assenting nod. Seeing this, he smiles at her and slowly begins to push in, causing Hermione to groan as he fills her passageway with his cock.
"Fuck, Hermione… you're so wet and tight…"
"She's not a virgin though Harry, so you don't have to be overly gentle. I assure you; she'll like it more if you go faster."
Hermione doesn't protest her mother's words, so Harry starts speeding up more, pushing in deep and pressing up against her cervix, and then pulling out to begin thrusting in and out of her, again and again. Hermione's eyes are wide at the sensations she's feeling. Harry is much bigger than Ron, and Ron was the only other man she'd ever been with. No man's cock had ever gone so far as to kiss her cervix before Harry's. Ron might have taken her virginity, but Harry was going deeper than Ronald ever could have, so in a way, Harry was in fact claiming an even deeper virginity, an even more meaningful one.
As he fucks her, Emma never stops encouraging him, her mother running her hands through Hermione's hair and egging Harry on to fuck her daughter harder and faster. Once in a while, she also gives Hermione some advice, like telling her to let her voice out when she's clearly trying to hold it in by biting her lower lip.
It makes sense though, Harry DOES deserve to hear her, he does deserve to know he's doing it right. Crying out, Hermione orgasms, her first ever orgasm at the end of a man's cock. It ripples through her body even as Hermione gasps in surprise. She hadn't… she hadn't known that sex could give women orgasms. Oh sure, she'd had orgasms before, but they'd all been brought on by her own hands or toys, or even a liberal application of the right kinds of magic.
That had always made sense to Hermione. After all, a woman's genitals were a lot more complex than that of a man's. A woman would know herself best, so obviously the man couldn't be expected to know how to bring her off, right? This was what Hermione had believed for years now, ever since she'd married Ron. She'd never held it against him, but that was only because she'd never known better.
As Harry takes her to pound town under her mother's experienced tutelage, as he fucks Hermione right there in front of Emma, Hermione feels even more anger and bitterness towards her failure of a husband. Harry makes sex feel so good, he's fucking her so deep, and now Hermione knows that Ron… Ron can never measure up. Not in a million years.
Crying out again, Hermione orgasms once more around Harry's cock, her inner walls tightening and squeezing most harshly around his member. Harry lets out a groan, and then looks up at Emma, something Hermione doesn't fail to notice, even if she can't currently see her mother's face at the moment. Still, she can hear the smile in Emma's tone.
"Getting close, Harry? Well, at the end of the day you know who you have to ask~"
Nodding, Harry looks down into Hermione's eyes again, and she finds herself almost getting lost in the emerald-green of his own as they stare at each other.
"I'm going to cum soon, Hermione… where do you want it?"
Hermione's blush only intensifies at that thought. She shouldn't… she couldn't… if she lets him cum inside, with the possibility of getting her pregnant, she'll be doing even worse than cheating on Ron, won't she? She'll be outright cuckolding him, if Harry breeds her and she gives birth to his child instead of Ronald's. Not that Ron's pathetic cock has managed to produce any seed capable of impregnating Hermione in the two years that they've been together. And he's certainly tried often enough.
Resolve firming up, Hermione meets Harry's eyes as she comes to a decision. Why not give her best friend (and the man she's secretly loved all her life) have a try at this point?
"I-Inside, Harry… I want you to cum inside…"
Harry looks surprised momentarily, before her words seem to awaken something even greater and hungrier within him. With a growl, he leans in and begins thrusting away again, fucking her even harder than before. Hermione yelps, squeals, and moans as she's pounded into most roughly, all while her head is still in her mother's lap, Emma's hands still ghosting and petting through Hermione's hair.
With a somewhat triumphant, guttural roar, Harry finally cums. He cums, and he does so inside of Hermione, filling her womb with his seed, pumping a nice thick load of white, hot jizz right up into her. His cockhead even pops directly into her womb for the release, finally pushing just past her cervix, which is half-battered down by this point as it gets rammed in a way it's never been rammed before.
As Harry cums, Hermione's eyes roll back in her head and her back arches as she cries out in ecstasy, experiencing a mind-shattering orgasm right alongside the green-eyed wizard, her entire body shaking and spasming with her bliss and satisfaction. Then, she slumps back, exhausted and panting heavily, but oh so full and oh so satiated, Harry's seed filling her womb in a way Ron's never ever could have.
As Harry pulls out of her and leans back on his haunches, Hermione just… rests for a moment. Until Emma pipes up of course, her mother sounding most conniving.
"Mm, do you want to use IT, Harry?"
There's a pause, and then Harry chuckles.
"I suppose so."
And just like that, there's another Harry Potter in the doorway of the bedroom. Hermione's eyes light upon the time turner around the naked Harry's neck, and she puts two and two together quite quickly. Effectively, Harry is risking a paradox for… sexual escapades. Something of Hermione's disapproval must show on her face, because Harry smirks down at her and cocks an eyebrow.
"Better than using it to listen to Binns ramble on, eh?"
Blushing at the reminder of how she'd used the hell out of a time turner in her third year just to take more classes, only to realize how many of Hogwarts' electives were utterly worthless, Hermione closes her mouth and doesn't actually voice her concerns, even as the second Harry makes his way over to the bed, and takes hold of Emma, pushing her down beside her.
Hermione can only watch as this new Harry, Harry from the future, crawls on top of her mother in a sixty-nine, feeding his cock into Emma's throat and in turn sticking his head between the voluptuous MILF's thighs. Hermione gets to watch as Harry's tongue elongates like a snake's and slides into her mother's cunt, only for the original Harry's cock to suddenly land on her own face.
In her distraction, the Harry that just got done fucking her is rubbing his messy dick all over her face, and though Hermione is disgusted for a moment, her nostrils flare and she breathes in his musk, and arousal takes over a moment later. Moaning wantonly, the beautiful brunette begins to slurp and lick and lap at Harry's mammoth-sized member, cleaning him up until finally, he just shoves his cock into her mouth and down her throat.
With her head tilted backwards, it makes for the perfect angle for Harry to lean over her just a bit, though not all the way. He thrusts away into her esophagus, causing Hermione to choke and gag on his dick, all while grabbing and squeezing her tits with both hands, playing with them rather roughly, massaging, kneading, and outright mauling her breasts as Hermione gurgles around his dick.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
He spends a little while getting himself nice and lubed up on her throat, as well as fully hard again, and then he pulls out, just like that. In the background, Emma and Harry from the future are still going at it, but Hermione is more focused on what her Harry's intentions for her are, as he flips her over quite suddenly onto her front, and sits down on the back of her legs, grabbing hold of her ass and squeezing it firmly.
He gropes and squeezes her bottom, and before Hermione can get a word in edgewise, he spreads her butt cheeks apart, spits on her asshole, and begins to feed his lubed-up cock into her back door, right then and there. Here, Hermione is definitely a virgin, and that more than anything else keeps her from trying to refuse him. She wants Harry to claim her in ways that Ron never has. She wants him to make her his, to take her from her husband and fuck her soundly in every orifice.
And that's exactly what happens. Not just for Hermione, but Emma too, now that there are two Harrys working in unison. With Harry of the present fucking Hermione, Harry from the future is all too happy to go to town on Emma Granger, satisfying himself on the Grade A MILF's delicious holes, fucking her face, her cunt, her ass, all of them, even as Hermione gets the same treatment.
The two Harrys fuck the Granger women silly, taking turns pounding the mother-daughter duo into sweet, sweet oblivion. Its hours before they're done, hours before Harry of the present finally has to get up and grab the time turner that Harry from the future used, putting it around his neck and disappearing with a turn of the device. In that moment, he goes back in time to become Harry from the future and turns Harry from the future into Harry of the present.
It's a little mind-boggling, but Hermione has always been a very smart witch indeed. Still, as she lays there, her mind reeling from everything that's happened, she's a little surprised when Harry of the present leaves for a time, only to come back with wrapped gifts. He smiles apologetically at Hermione as she sits up, looking at the beautiful boxes in confusion.
"Sorry about missing all those birthdays, Mione. I thought about sending the gifts anyways, but I knew how the Weasleys would react if I sent you stuff and them nothing… and I wasn't going to send them jack shit. Especially not Ron. I figured it would be better for both of us if I stayed away, but I never stopped thinking about you… and I know now that I was wrong to avoid you, these last five years. These are for you."
There are tears in Hermione's eyes are she unwraps each gift. From beautiful foreign dresses clearly obtained on his travels to absolutely gorgeous jewelry, to amazingly ancient magical tomes that Hermione immediately recognized and wanted nothing more than to read through from front to back… the gifts were one and all, perfect.
When she's done, Hermione flings herself at Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply as she comes to a simple, startling conclusion. She doesn't have to leave the magical world for the muggle one. Wizarding Britain is not the end-all, be-all of magic. All she has to do… is leave Ron for Harry and let Harry in turn show her the wonders of the world that are out there.
She was finally, finally where she belonged