5 Visits (Second First Time)

Two days later, the magical world seemed to be just a weird dream, as Harry was busy tending the garden. He worked like an automaton, his mind preoccupied with thoughts about last year's events, when the sound of apparition brought him back to reality. His wand jumped into his hand even before he noticed who had just arrived. He then smiled and lowered his wand. "I didn't expect you before tomorrow," he told Fleur.

"I was feeling lonely without my mate, and then I thought that coming early may just cheer you up. Am I wrong?"

Harry scanned her. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and tight shorts. He didn't think there was anything between these clothes and her skin, and that made him quite horny. He wondered what his aunt would say, though.

"You are absolutely right. Seeing you does cheer me up," he said, pointing at his groin, which made Fleur laugh.

"Come, I'll introduce you to my aunt. Luckily, my other relatives aren't home."

Petunia was already peeping behind the drapes since she heard the happy laughter. She withdrew from the window as Harry opened the door to let Fleur in. "Aunt Petunia, let me introduce Miss Fleur Delacour, whom I met at school and who has become a very close friend since Christmas."

Petunia tried not to show what she thought about the way the young woman was dressed, failing miserably. This didn't matter to Fleur, though. She just shook Petunia's hand and winked at her, letting some of her allure affect the older woman.

It took Petunia a few seconds to regain her senses. "Would you like some tea?" she offered politely.

"A glass of cold water would be much better in this weather, I believe, and then I must go to Harry's room."

Petunia found it hard to believe. Was this young woman really suggesting what she seemed to be suggesting? She would have sent her away at once, had she not seen the wand peeking out of her back pocket. Besides, this... slut looked older than Harry. What could she find interesting in the boy? Yet she was really impressive. Her tight clothes left very little for the imagination, showing off a perfect body, and her face was perfectly beautiful as well. Harry must be very lucky to have gained her interest. Petunia also thought that she herself was lucky that neither her husband nor her son was around. She couldn't count on them behaving themselves in the presence of this sex idol.

Harry was already leading Fleur to the stairs when the doorbell rang. Petunia opened the door to another girl. This one seemed younger and not so perfect, although her face was beautiful and the brown hair flying around it seemed to make her chocolate-brown eyes more pronounced. The girl was wearing a loose flowery dress, showing her curves nicely, yet not as blatantly as what that French girl was wearing.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. I'm here to visit my good friend Harry," the girl introduced herself. Her eyes looked around and stopped, locking gazes with Harry, before moving on and finding Fleur.

"Oh, did I come at the wrong time?" she asked Harry.

Fleur answered instead. "No, dear. Your timing is perfect. Don't you like to come and see Harry's room? I'm sure we can both suggest some improvements there."

Petunia shook the offered hand mechanically and watched as Harry hugged the brown-haired girl tenderly. She thought she saw true love there. Weren't they too young for that? And what was the blonde doing if these two were in love? It was all too puzzling.

Harry was also puzzled. He enjoyed the company of each girl, yet his mind had a clear picture of what Fleur wanted. He didn't know what Hermione's presence would change, though.

"Would you like to go first?" he heard Fleur asking.

"No. I'm still a virgin, so..."

"He can correct that in a matter of minutes, you know," Fleur teased her, "and it barely hurt, although he had no experience then. He will be tenderer with you, now that he's gained experience."

Hermione's blush deepened. "I didn't think we'll have company during that time."

"You won't, unless you want me to stay, although I don't mind if you watch or even join us when I have my way with Harry. I can go first and then leave you two, if you want."

Hermione was already tomato-red. "Yes, that may help put me in the right mood and Harry will be more patient, I believe."

This conversation was only making Harry hornier, and both girls seemed to notice it, yet there were some things they wanted to do first. Fleur turned to the bed and frowned. She took her wand, muttered a few spells, and the bed grew much wider, the mattress much thicker and the sheets became shiny satin. "That's better," she said with satisfaction.

She now addressed Hermione. "Do you know the contraceptive spell?"

Hermione nodded, blushing again. Fleur cast the spell on herself, making sure Hermione did the same, waved her wand at her clothes, and then at Harry's making them both naked, while the clothes were folded nicely on a nearby chair. She grabbed Harry's hand and pushed him onto the bed, straddling him a moment later.

Hermione watched it all with fascination. It was like an intricate dance, with two bodies moving in coordination and purpose until they both reached a peak and calmed down, hugging each other fiercely. It was beautiful and enticing and she felt herself become horny as hell just by watching. She didn't even notice when she removed her clothes or when she climbed into bed, but once the two calmed down, she hugged them both, not minding the sweat and the other kinds of wetness.

It wasn't a conscious decision, but the love session just seemed to restart. Fleur moved aside, letting Harry concentrate on Hermione, showing her his love in as many ways as possible. When they finally united, Hermione didn't feel any pain. She only felt as if a void in her was finally filled, making her whole. She also didn't see the golden halo that engulfed both of them, becoming brighter as they approached their climax, finally disappearing with a multicolour burst when they reached it.

Fleur hugged them while their bodies calmed down, caressing both and kissing their cheeks. It took some time before the two became aware of their environment again. Hermione was too glad that she had finally acted on her feelings to be embarrassed about doing so with an audience, especially since that audience was a stark naked Veela who was just hugging her and Harry.

When they finally became coherent, Fleur hugged them tighter. "Let me be the first to congratulate you, Lord and Lady Potter, for your soul bond and your marriage. It is a very rare event and I feel privileged for having witnessed it."

It took them some time to understand her words. Hermione was the first to comprehend. "Soul bond? Marriage? What are you talking about?"

Fleur smiled. "Soul bonds are not well documented, being so rare. What is known is that a golden halo forms around the couple, disappearing after the bond completes when they reach their climax. That's exactly what happened a few minutes ago, and the halo was so bright that I had to close my eyes."

Hermione seemed to accept the explanation. Harry could hardly think yet, but he was glad to see Hermione's mind was functioning as before. Seeing her naked and dripping his seed was also very nice indeed.

"This doesn't explain the marriages, though," Hermione said.

Fleur's smile widened. "Soul bonds are so strong that they cannot be undone by any known means. All magical governments accept them as equivalent to marriage bonds, not having a better alternative. As a married woman, you are now eligible to be called Lady Potter and take all the privileges and responsibilities of Lord Potter's wife. You are no longer restricted by the under-age laws."

Hermione thought a little and then frowned. "Where does it put you, then?"

Fleur shrugged. "It doesn't change much for me. I knew from the start that you two will eventually get married. Neither of you was affected by my allure, you know. Then I thought we could help each other with the ball. I didn't plan anything beyond dancing and maybe a bit of snogging and groping, but my magic then chose him as my mate. I could do nothing to stop it although I knew he won't end up marrying me, as my parents did. I'm now happy to be accepted by you and I'll try my best to keep you both happy."

Hermione hugged her tightly, suddenly feeling very close to the older girl. It was a bit awkward, as they were both naked, yet Hermione felt it was the right thing to do. Fleur hugged her back with some tears in her eyes, saying nothing.

Hermione turned to Harry now. "Well, my dear husband, I think we should let my parents know about this. Don't you agree?"

Harry paled dramatically. It was one thing to make love to his friend and enjoy their union. It was a whole different ballgame to tell her parents that he shagged their daughter and ended up married to her. That wasn't something to look forward to.

Fleur laughed at the sight. "Would you like me to help with the explanations?"

Harry looked at her. She was stark naked, still somewhat sweaty, with signs of their previous sex session clearly visible, yet she looked just as comfortable as if she was wearing the most elegant clothes and just as beautiful. He wondered if her presence might not cause more trouble than it would solve, yet he really wanted her to stay near. "Yes, that may be a good idea," he said, not quite sure himself.

"Fine. Let's shower and get dressed and then I'll take you both to the Granger house," Fleur said.

"I don't think we can all shower in the bathroom. My aunt wouldn't approve," Harry said.

"Well, we don't need her bathroom." Fleur waved her wand at the wall, making a door appear there. She opened the door, showing them a fully equipped bathroom, much larger than could fit in that house, including a shower stall large enough to hold the three of them with room to spare. "I believe this could serve us nicely for now," she noted.

Harry enjoyed that shower very much. He helped each girl wash her back and they both helped him. Hands tended to roam to other areas as well, but nobody seemed to mind. Had they not had a plan, Harry was sure it would have turned into another session of lovemaking.

Hermione returned to her clothes, but Fleur didn't let Harry wear his. "You must look as respectable as possible when you first meet your parents-in-law." She looked through the very limited selection of clothes in his wardrobe and sighed. She put some clothes on the bed and transfigured them, creating a pair of elegant, dark grey trousers, a button-down shirt of very light blue, clean underwear of the right size, a pair of dark grey socks and a pair of shiny black shoes. It was a magnificent piece of transfiguration and both younger teens appreciated her work.

While Harry was getting dressed, Fleur looked at her own garments before waving her wand, turning them into a dress, similar to Hermione's, only with different colours and a lower neckline.

"Shouldn't you tell your aunt that you're going? She may get worried about you," Fleur asked.

Harry grimaced. He had not yet told her much about his relatives. "I'll tell her, although she probably couldn't care less."

He went to the kitchen. "Aunt Petunia, I'm going out with my two friends. I don't know when I'll be back."

Petunia noticed his new clothes but said nothing. She just nodded at Harry, who returned to his room promptly. Fleur grabbed Harry's and Hermione's hands and they all disappeared.

They landed in the Granger entrance hall. There was nobody at home yet, just as expected. Hermione lifted the phone and dialled. "Mum, I've brought Harry and Fleur home. They're staying for dinner, if you don't mind, and we have some important things to talk about. Are you coming home soon?"

The answer seemed to satisfy her. "Fine, then. See you in half an hour."

She turned to the others. "We need to decide what we're going to do next. Are you staying?" The question was addressed to Fleur.

"No. I originally planned to only come for a quick shag and return home. I'll leave as soon as we finish here."

"And you, Harry?"

He wasn't ready for the question. "I don't know. I thought I was going to stay for three weeks with my relatives and then go visit Fleur. Now..." he seemed to be at a loss for words, and then he smiled mischievously. "Now I have a wife who is the smartest witch of her generation. I think I should let her decide."

Fleur laughed at that thought. "You really are a fast learner. That's the best way to keep your wife happy – let her decide."

Hermione didn't seem so happy, though. "Why did you even return to that house, where your presence is barely tolerated? You could have felt much better at any of the houses you possess."

Harry sighed. "Dumbledore insisted. He said it was for the protection of my relatives. I'm not so sure. Besides, I haven't told him what happened at the cemetery. He only knows they found the body of Peter the traitor. Sirius is going to be put on trial and interrogated under Veritaserum, hopefully proving his innocence and getting back his freedom. Alain handled the rest. I'm not even sure what he found, so I don't know how much danger I still have to face."