15 Second Summer

Harry had mixed feelings about the end of the school year. Summer vacation meant having to meet his relatives again, and he was not looking forward to that. He could use his Lordship and his emancipation so he would never need to meet them again, only he didn't want to reveal that information yet. Besides, if everything went as planned, he was going to spend the summer with Elsa at the summer camp, and that was something he didn't want to give up.

Then there was Hermione. He had become very close with her, especially after she had been unpetrified. He loathed the idea of not meeting her for more than two months. He wanted her to be with him as much as possible. This also raised the question of how he felt about Hermione, compared to how he felt about Elsa. He was glad that they already knew about each other, at least.

Still, he was very pensive on the train back home. Although he wasn't really sure, he suspected he was falling in love with both girls, or at least – forming some kind of a bond with both, and he didn't know how he could handle the situation. He dreaded losing any of them, yet could he keep them both?

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked.

"The vacation. I wonder if my uncle will send me to the camp again. I'd like it, you know, but he may decide that's more than he wants me to experience. I think he really hates me."

Hermione tried to comfort him. "I think he fears your magic, mainly. That's why he wanted you away from him last summer, and I don't think that has changed since. I'm sure that next Monday you'll be at the summer camp and meet all those girls again." Harry thought he heard some mischief in her voice, or was it something else? He wasn't sure.

"I'll miss you, though," he said.

"You'll have another bossy bookworm to keep you company." This time he was sure there was some mischief in there.

"But she won't have bushy brown hair," he noted.

"So what?"

"It's not the same," he said honestly. "I like Elsa and I like you, but none takes the place of the other."

"Well, I like you too, or I wouldn't be your friend." There was no mischief in her voice now. It even trembled a bit, as if she was trying to control her emotions. He wondered why.

Ron, who had left the compartment for a few minutes, returned, making them pause that conversation. Harry thought Ron was not mature enough to understand the kind of feelings both girls invoked in him. Actually, since last summer, Harry was not considering Ron as good a friend as before. He started noticing some things he had previously ignored, like Ron's jealousy at Harry's fame and fortunes and Ron's lack of table manners, or manners in general. He felt reluctant to call such a person his friend, yet he didn't want to alienate Ron either.

"The twins have just told me that dad won some money, so we're going to Egypt this summer. Still, Mum wants to invite you to stay with us for the last week of vacation," Ron told him. "You too, Hermione," he added after some thought.

Harry grimaced internally. "Thank your mother on my behalf and tell her I can't accept her offer yet, as I don't know what my relatives are planning for me. I'll let you know if I can come."

If everything went as planned, he was sure he'd spend a better vacation in France.

Uncle Vernon was his usual nasty self when driving home, making Harry almost regret his decision to return. He was surprised when his uncle talked, just before turning into Privet Drive. "One of my clients will collect you tomorrow morning and bring you to that blasted camp, boy. Make sure to have your suitcase ready on time."

"Sure, uncle Vernon. I'll have everything ready before I go to bed."

Harry considered it a blessing, not to have to deal with his relatives. They seemed to have similar feelings.

He wondered briefly who that client might be. Gerard knew his address, but his uncle also knew that he had already met the man. He could use his name. It was probably a local client, who also pushed a child into that camp, he assumed.

Harry woke early the next morning, yet his uncle was already leaving home. "My client said he'll come at about ten. Try to look presentable," he said to Harry as he left.

Since his aunt was busy upstairs, he quickly cast a ward to disable the ministry from detecting magic within the house, using his French wand. He then unlocked the door to the cupboard under the stairs, took the set of clothes that he had already prepared, and shrank the trunk, putting it in his suitcase. He then changed, leaving Dudley's hand-me-down clothes on his bed and wearing his own clothes, bought the previous summer in France. He still had to use the charm that Elsa had taught him to make them fit, as he had grown quite a bit since he bought them. Harry was pleased by what he saw in the mirror.

A car stopped in front of the house a few minutes before ten. The man who rang the bell was of medium height, wearing high-quality clothes, well above what Vernon used to wear, and had a kind face. Harry opened the door for him, as Aunt Petunia didn't seem interested in having anything to do with Harry.

"So, you are Harry?" the man said. "I'm Dave. Your uncle said you would be waiting."

"Yes, sir, I'm Harry. Would you like to drink something before we go?"

"No, thanks. My wife expects me not to waste any time as we need to hurry. There's a dentist convention in Birmingham that we need to reach today. Is that your suitcase?"

As Harry nodded, Dave took the suitcase and walked out. Harry shouted, "Goodbye, Aunt Petunia." He heard a grunt in response. He closed the door and followed Dave into the car.

It was a mostly silent ride. Dave seemed to be amused by something, as he had a constant smile on his face and he was humming some funny tunes. He only asked Harry a few questions about the summer camp, explaining, "My daughter heard about this camp from some friends and was nagging me since last summer to join it. Can you tell me how you enjoyed it?"

Harry told him about the library, the swimming, kayaking, horse riding, archery and the rest. Dave only nodded occasionally, asking few questions. Harry thought that the man looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember ever seeing him. Dave handled the form filling at the office and then gave Harry his key. "You're in cabin nine, and it seems like you're the only occupant there. Make good use of it!" He winked, making Harry wonder what he expected him to do in the cabin. He certainly couldn't know what happened last summer! At least Harry hoped so.

Elsa was waiting for him in his cabin. He could barely recognize her, actually. The girl he had known so well during the previous summer had turned into a fascinating young woman. Her breasts were no longer buds – they were full size, round and firm. Her waist stayed about the same size, yet her hips widened, giving her a most feminine and attractive figure. She looked more beautiful and more enticing than both her mother and her older sister. He looked at her for a long moment, drinking the beauty that was in front of him.

"Don't I get a hug?" she asked innocently.

"You sure do!" He took the last step forward and engulfed her in his arms. He immediately felt that warm fuzzy feeling that had become associated with her the previous summer, only it was much stronger, about the same as he felt with Hermione only a day earlier. Harry felt somewhat confused at his feelings, yet Elsa wouldn't let him dwell on anything.

"Kiss me!" she said. Harry complied. It was wonderful. Elsa deepened the kiss and Harry was becoming aware of his body reacting to hers, but he didn't mind. She had already known him more intimately than anybody else, despite not having taken the last step yet.

"I'm positively sure that you are my mate," Elsa told him as they broke the kiss. "You'll have a lot of use for this..." her eyes pointed at his crotch, making Harry blush.

"What about your friends?" he asked.

Elsa shrugged. "You've already been with some. Beth will probably want it as well. I don't mind if you give her what she wants. I'm sure you'll have enough left for me."

Harry looked around. The cabin was identical to the other ones, and his bed was the only one made. "You've not moved in yet," he noted.

"I didn't want to assume anything until I met you."

She then smiled brilliantly. "Let's go and meet the other girls."

Beth and Anna were waiting on a nearby bench. Anna hugged him tightly, making him feel her ample breasts. Once she released him, Beth also hugged him, somewhat hesitantly. He noticed that she had blossomed into a very nice teenager. Her figure was definitely feminine now and her breasts, although not fully developed, were quite prominent. The low-cut shirt made him very aware of the two swells on her chest.

"Where's Zoe?" he asked.

"She's not coming this summer. Her family moved back to the states in the winter," Anna said. "She didn't tell me anything, but I think she got knocked up. She was getting fat before they left."

Harry paled for a moment. Could it have been his fault? Elsa made sure to cast a contraceptive spell, he remembered, but was that good enough?

"It wasn't your fault," Anna added as if knowing what he was thinking. "She had her period at least twice after the summer camp, although..." He heard a bit of accusation in her voice, "you should have used a condom with me. I was not yet on the pill at the time. I am now."

Harry wasn't sure of the right answer, so he changed the subject slightly. "Then, there's only the three of you, I understand."

Beth answered. "No, there's a new girl with us. She's still unpacking her books. She seems to be more of a bookworm than Elsa, but I think she's quite nice. Oh, here she comes!"

Harry turned to look at cabin number ten. A girl with brown bushy hair and somewhat large front teeth was coming out. He had no doubt who she was. "Hermione!? What are you doing here?"

Hermione approached, looking unfazed. "Why, I'm spending my vacation here, just like you. Does it upset you?"

Harry moved closer to her. "Not at all. I'm just surprised."

"Why should you be surprised? Didn't you know that my father drove you here?"

"Your father?!" It suddenly became very clear why the man looked vaguely familiar. "I don't remember ever meeting him before." He then hugged her, immediately feeling that warm comforting feeling that had become associated with Hermione, only it was stronger than before, and it had the same effect on his body that hugging Elsa had.

Despite his confusion, he tried to act the right way. "Have you met Elsa already?"

Both girls nodded and smiled. Harry was also aware of a certain glint in their eyes that meant trouble. As much as he liked both these girls, he wasn't sure he was able to handle the situation with both of them craving his attention, and then the other two as well.

The loudspeakers summoned them to the dining hall for the opening speeches, and once that was over he went with both Elsa and Hermione, each grabbing one arm, to the library. They returned to their cabins after lunch, yet both Elsa and Hermione joined Harry in his. Elsa quickly cast some privacy charms before they all sat on the beds.