After a night that was very pleasant but not very restful, Hermione woke up to find a note and a small vial on her bedside table. She quickly scanned the room through her curtains; apparently she had slept late, because the room was empty but for her. Covering her decency with her blanket (she slep naked), Hermione reached first for the note. The writing was simple and blocky, yet somehow elegant at the same time, and written in sparkly teal ink.
I shall expect your fiance and you at the top of the Astronomy Tower tonite at 9 sharp. There will be no need to bring anything but yourselves. Security has already been notified. --Sinistra
Hermione felt a flash of anxiety. It was Sunday already, and she and Harry had their first parenting class that night. It would also be the first night that anyone other than she and Harry would know that she was pregnant.
If Malfoy made any comments...
Hermione reached for the vial next. It had a scroll tied to the neck, and was filled with a sunflower yellow liquid that bubbled of its own accord. The scroll turned out to be a label in Professor Slughorn's handwriting.
Anti-Nausea Concoction. Take once a week when the morning sickness sets in. Potter can make more when this supply runs out.
Hermione surpressed a surge of annoyance at the last bit as she stowed the gently bubbling potion safely away. She opened her curtains to get dressed, and heard the door to the dorm open.
She dove back into her four poster bed and slammed the curtains shut just in time to hear a voice.
"Hermione?"
"Parvati?"
Parvati walked over to Hermione's bed, her posture indicating concern.
"Is something wrong?"
"Uh, no, I was just about to get dressed. Did you need something?"
Parvati opened the curtains, pausing only a surprised second at Hermione's nude form, and sat down beside her. "I need to ask you something."
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"Go!"
Harry blew a whistle, and the three students shot into the air. On a second whistle, Peakes and Ginny released a Bludger and the Quaffle, respectively. Ron made a beeline for the goalposts, Robins caught the Quaffle and shot for Ron, and Coote aimed the Bludger for Robins.
Each of the flyers had specific areas they needed help in, and Harry had designed this training specifically for them. Ron, obviously, had a problem with nerves, so Harry was letting him practice-and gain confidence-on a near-empty field. Demelza Robins was a great flier and spectacular at dodging Bludgers, but needed to work on her aim. Ritchie Coote had the same proble: he swung his bat hard, but rarely hit his mark. Having the three train together would--should--benefit all of them.
"Harry?"
Harry's head turned toward the sound, along with those from the rest of the grounded team. Hermione and Parvati were crossing the Quidditch pitch toward him.
Sensing an important development, Harry gave Ginny the com and met the two girls. Before he could ask what was going on, Hermione headed him off. "Is there a place where we can talk?"
Harry considered them both for a second. "Yeah, the changing rooms."
The three walked to the Gryffindor changing room, Harry holding the door for the girls, then locked it behind him. He turned to find the girls sitting on a bench. Parvati looked nervous; Hermione looked...like she was hiding how she felt. Not a good sign.
"What's going on?"
Hermione looked pointedly at Parvati; Parvati took a deep breath.
"I...I saw you and Hermione last night in the Common Room."
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. Harry leaned back against the lockers, his hands in his pockets. "Ok...what's your point?"
Parvati looked up at him questioningly.
"Considering that it's you telling me about this and not a teacher, I can assume that you're coming to us first. Which means that you want something from us, something other than an opportunity to tell us off. Not to mentiont aht if you saw us, you also heard us, so you know that Hermione is pregnant. And all of this pales in comparison to the fact that I smell the musky scent of arousal, and it isn't Hermione's."
Parvati gaped at him, and Hermione giggled. "See? Told you he was perceptive. All the time he's made me horny? He knows that smell very well."
"So here you are, randy and telling me that you watched me fuck Hermione senseless."
"And finger my ass." Hermione piped in.
"What is it you want?"
Harry watched Parvati silently beg Hermione, who shook her head. "You have to say it, not me."
Parvati returned her eyes to Harry's, who met hers stone-faced. Suddenly she clamped her eyes shut.
"I...I want you to do to me what you do to Hermione."
Harry nodded to himself; he figured this was the case as soon as he smelled Parvati's musk.
"That's not up to me."
Parvati looked confused, and cute--although she probably wasn't intending that part.
"I may be a Master, but I'm not cruel. I won't do anything without Hermione's approval."
"That's what I told her you'd say, Master," Hermione answered, "and she and I have come to an understanding. So long as she uses the Pregnancy Protection Charm and obeys you, I don't have a problem with Parvati being my sister slave. After all..." Hermione put on a smokey smile. "You're such a wonderful Master, how could I keep you all to myself?"
"And if I wanted to watch you two shag each other?"
Parvati's smile matched Hermione's, who nodded. Hermione spread her legs and lifted her skirt, revealing her bald twat. Parvati slid her hand underneath immediately, making Hermione hum in pleasure, which Parvati quickly silenced with her lips. Their kiss was nothing like what Harry was used to. Parvati's kiss was rough, insistent...full of NEED. Seeing that kiss, Harry fully realized what he was facing, and understood why Hermione was willing to let Parvati in.
Parvati didn't care about Harry or Hermione. Or rather, she didn't love them. To Parvati, they were just a lust, an itch demanding to be scratched. A physical feeling she had to have. And when the need faded, unless Parvati fell in love with them, she would fade out of their relationship. So Hermione accepted her, tolerated her for the moment.
Of course, with Parvati's attitude being so different from Hermione's, Harry would have to use a different training method.
"That's enough, I get it."
The girls didn't stop immediately, but when they did pull apart, they did so with a giggle.
"Kneel."
Hermione immediately dropped into her kneel, lacing her fingers behind her neck. The view was not as striking as it would have been had she been starkers, but she was still quite beautiful like that.
Parvati was a little uncertain at first, but mimicked Hermione after a moment to study her.
Harry cupped a cheek on each beauty's face, and their contrasting reactions were interesting to watch. Hermione closed her eyes and drew in the feeling, and her hum was about as close to a purr as a human got. Parvati, on the other hand, emotionally shied away; she gasped softly in surprise, and she looked up at Harry with uncertainty.
"Parvati, I don't have girlfriends. I don't have lovers. I have slave girls. If you want me, you must surrender to me. You must swear to obey me as your Master, whatever the command."
"Any command?" Parvati looked worried. "But how--"
"You don't," Hermione interrupted. "You just have to trust that he won't push you past your limits."
"But what if he ordered you to...I don't know--run naked into Malfoy's dorm and beg to be gang-banged?"
"...I'd do it."
Parvati gaped.
Hermione held Harry's hand to her cheek with one of her own. "I love my Master. I'd do anything for him. If Master wanted me to be the school slag, I'd be the school slag. I wouldn't like it...but I'd do it."
"But how can you make yourself so vulnerable?"
"Because she trusts me." Harry answered. "Can you?"
"..." The anxiety vanished from Parvati's eyes. "I swear to obey my Master in everything, and do whatever he desires so that I may please him like a good sex slave."
Harry smiled down at her. "Good girl. We'll begin your training after I'm done with practice. Meet me at the tapestry of Alric, son of Tarnac on the fourth floor in, uh, three hours."
Hermione raised her eyebrow at him.
"Ok, two."
The girls giggled, then said, "Yes, Master."