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Chapter 5: Vacation in Paris - Uncle

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The phone rang. "Hi, it's Iris. We're visiting Dad this weekend. Would you like to join us for a romantic weekend in Paris?"

Harry looked at Hermione questioningly. She nodded.

"Sure! How do you go there?"

"We've been considering the train. It's cheaper and safer than flying and brings you to the center, unlike an airplane."

"You could use a portkey," suggested Harry.

"No. We're not recognized as witches, so this option is closed for us. We actually tried using portkeys in France, but they are not much better than apparition. We don't like either."

"Fine. When do we go?"

"Just meet us at the main gate of St. Pancreas International station tomorrow at ten. We'll do the rest."

Hermione made sure to be there by nine-thirty. The twins joined them only a few minutes later. "We already have the tickets, so let's go!"

They soon found their seats on the train and settled down. The twins only brought a large handbag each, containing all they would need for the weekend, while Hermione took her beaded handbag, which could contain much more. They talked about various subjects, not dwelling on any in particular. The twins spoke about their studies and Hermione listened attentively. Before they even noticed, they were approaching Paris.

Harry was fascinated. It was the first time he left the British Isle and he was getting as excited as a small child. Hermione had already visited Paris more than once, still she liked going there and it was also the first time she had done so by train. It was not even comparable to the Hogwarts Express. This train was really FAST! It was also much more comfortable.

It was about two o'clock when they descended in Paris. The twins led Harry and Hermione to a secluded section of the train station and then held their hands and apparated. They found themselves in front of a very elegant house, surrounded by a well-tended garden, full of colorful flowers and plants.

"Welcome to Chateau Evans," smirked one of the twins.

The sound of the apparition attracted some attention, so it seemed. The door opened and a man who looked about sixty walked out. Seeing the visitors he turned his head back to call "John, your daughters are here with your nephew!" He then turned back to them. "Welcome my dears; your father is expecting you." He looked at Harry. "You must then be the famous Harry Potter and this lovely lady must be your fiancée. Am I right?"

"Yes, you are. How should I call you, sir?"

"I'm simply Louis, and don't sir me, please. Now, if you'll follow me..."

He led them all in, where another man about the same age was waiting. The man first hugged the twins and kissed their cheeks, and then turned to Harry.

"Welcome, Harry. I'm John Evans, as you have probably understood. I'm really glad to be able to meet you at last."

He hugged Harry warmly and then held his shoulders at arm's length and looked him over. "You have your father's hair and your mother's eyes, just as I remembered. I was also told that just like your father, you chose the brightest witch you could find to fall in love with. Will you introduce me to your fiancée?"

Harry complied gladly. "Uncle John, this is Hermione Granger. You may know her parents – they are dentists and live not too far from your house in England."

"Miss Granger – it's an honor to meet you. I also have some very good memories of your parents, as absurd as it is to say so about dentists."

He then addressed the others as well. "I believe you skipped lunch on the train, so we've been waiting for you with the meal. Please come outside. We're having lunch at the side of the swimming pool."

Indeed, a large table was set near the pool and Louis was already busy bringing some more food to the table. It was a French lunch, with small delicious portions and some wine in-between. As usual in many French households, no important matters were discussed during the meal. They talked about the train ride – comparing it to other trains, the food – as compared to the English food (was there even anything to compare?), the weather (sunshine in Paris vs. rain in London) and fashion (mainly the ladies).

They finished lunch with a small coffee and some fruits and then just laid lazily on the beach-chairs around the pool.

"Can you tell me about your life with your aunt?" asked John.

Harry frowned. That was not something he liked to talk about. He hadn't told it all even to Hermione and he wasn't sure if it was the right time to let everything out. Yet this was his uncle. Who else could he tell his story to if not his closest family? He couldn't fail to notice that both Hermione and the twins seemed to stop their conversations and were waiting to hear his story. He sighed deeply before starting to talk.

"It was a very miserable period of my life, one I would really like to keep quiet about," he answered truthfully, knowing this was not meant to be.

"I understand, Harry, but I feel it is my duty to know. I'm not so sure it was right for me to let Petunia care for you, but Dumbledore thought it was best if I stay hidden, so that the magical community would not even know of my existence, and especially not about my girls. This is why they didn't attend Hogwarts. He didn't want anybody making the connection between you and us. Yet I was quite sure that you staying with Petunia was not a good idea. Please tell me some more."

Harry could now understand why the twins had attended Beauxbatons and why they were not recognized as magical in Britain. It was all done for "the greater good". Harry sighed loudly and talked again.

"You probably know that aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon abhor anything they consider 'not normal', although I would say that they are also as far from normal as one can get. Magic is not normal, as far as they are concerned. This is why they didn't like my parents and why they mistreated me. I used to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs until I went to Hogwarts. They made me do all kinds of chores for them, chores they never made Dudley, their son, do and they would punish me severely if I failed to do everything they asked. Uncle Vernon used to beat me regularly and Dudley and his friends did the same for no reason at all."

He took a deep breath and continued. "They used to give me Dudley's old clothes which were always much larger than my size. They never bought anything new for me, never took me to the cinema nor to any kind of amusement unless they had no choice. Dudley started changing after I saved him from the Dementors, and maybe petunia as well – I'm not really sure, but Vernon didn't change until the last time I saw him."

Both twins blanched at the mention of Dementors, and even John seemed to be startled a bit. "When was it that you fought the Dementors?" he asked.

"It was first during my third year. Professor Lupin…"

"He used to be your parent's friend, wasn't he?"

"Yes, one and the same. He taught me the patronus charm. Then, when we found Sirius Black, we were attacked by dementors and I managed to drive them away…"

"You were only thirteen! How could you even do it?" asked Iris.

Harry shrugged. "I was very badly affected by their proximity during the train ride. This is why Remus thought I should know the spell, yet I didn't really succeed in creating a real patronus before. It was at that time that I first succeeded. There was too much to risk and I just couldn't allow them to take either Sirius or Hermione from me."

"That's incredible!" said Daphne.

"I could hardly believe it when I saw it," commented Hermione. "He drove about a hundred of them away. I couldn't do this charm at all until two years later, and I was considered one of the best..."

"THE best," Harry corrected. "She was the top of any class she attended, except divination."

Hermione smiled at the praise, but blushed and looked down. Harry continued:

"Anyway, it was the summer before my fifth year. I was going home and Dudley was trying to taunt me when they came for us. They were probably sent to attack me, but they were not choosy. They almost kissed us both before I managed to drive them away. I had to carry Dudley home, as he was affected much worse than me."

There was silence around the pool, and then Iris said: "I still can't produce a corporeal patronus, no matter how hard I try…"

"…and neither can I," added Daphne.

"Didn't they realize that you saved their precious son?" asked John.

"Not at all. They still blamed me for what had happened. I then had to face trial for using magic in front of muggles, but Dumbledore helped me out."

There was silence once more, until Louis came to join them. "Wouldn't you like to swim a bit in the sun? It's such a beautiful day."

"I didn't take my bikini with me," said Hermione, saddened by the omission.

"Who needs swimsuits at all?" asked Iris. "We don't," added Daphne.

They both removed their clothes at once and jumped fully naked into the water. John and Louis were also undressing, although not as quickly. Hermione looked questioningly at Harry. He shrugged and started unbuckling his belt.

Soon the whole group was swimming merrily in the pool, splashing water on each other and having fun, something Harry was not accustomed to. Hermione seemed delighted at hearing Harry laugh, while he enjoyed looking at her wet body shining in the sun, her face smiling at him and her hands caressing him. Looking at his beautiful fiancée he almost forgot the others who were just as nude only a pace away.

They tired after awhile and came out of the water. The sun was warm enough to dry them and the twins preferred to just stretch on the beach chairs and let the sun caress their nude bodies. Harry was somewhat reluctant at first, but seeing Hermione expose herself the same way he stretched at her side, taking her hand in his.

"I love you," he whispered.

"And I love you," she replied.

The warm sun almost lulled then to sleep, but John warned them to get in. "You are not accustomed to the sun and too much exposure may harm you. Go take a shower and rest a bit. I still want to hear some more about you and about my half sister."

Nobody bothered to get dressed as they gathered their clothes and went back inside. John led Harry and Hermione to one of the guest rooms, not even bothering to offer separate rooms. "Enjoy your stay," he said before going with Louis into the master bedroom.

Harry closed the door behind them and looked at Hermione, who was standing in front of him with some expectation in her eyes. "Isn't Paris the city of love?" he asked her as he put his hands on her hips and brought her closer to him so he could kiss her properly.

They didn't bother with a shower. Their bodies, heated by the sun, were now even hotter with passion. Their kiss extended, as their hands started roaming over their bodies caressing and teasing, bringing their passions to new heights. They moved closer to the bed and eventually fell on it. Harry fell on top of Hermione, but held himself on his arms, so he wouldn't crush her. He now kissed her neck, her shoulders and went further, kissing her breasts, paying special attention to her erect nipples, continuing down her belly to the delicious opening between her thighs. Hermione was no longer able to withhold. She grabbed his manhood with her hand and directed it to her wet opening. "I need you inside," she told him in her most bossy tone. Harry was more than happy to oblige. He was soon pumping in and out at a frantic rate, encouraged by her moans of pleasure. It went much faster than expected, yet agonizingly slow. Finally Hermione's internal walls started to convulse around his organ, sending both into an exploding orgasm.

"Don't we need to shower?" Harry asked some eternity later.

"Hmmm…" came the very eloquent answer.

He looked around, noticing a bedside clock.

"It's almost six. We should shower and go meet our hosts again, don't you think so?"

She just grabbed his head and pulled him into another kiss. He couldn't really object.

"Hermione, let's shower together," he told her after breaking the kiss.

"Only shower?" she asked innocently.

"Well… Maybe a bit more than shower," he admitted.

It really was much more. They caressed each other, kissed fervently and ended up having another earth-shattering orgasm. Eventually they managed to get clean. They dried themselves, each in a separate towel, just to be on the safe side, and the put some casual clothes on and went hand in hand out of the room.

The twins were already waiting in the sitting room. They smiled knowingly when they saw the young couple approach. "Would you like a tour of Paris by night?"

Hermione liked the idea. "I've seen it once, when I was about ten. I remember it was beautiful, although I fell asleep before the tour was finished. I hope to be more alert this time."

"I've never seen it by day or by night, except some pictures. Everything would be interesting for me," Harry noted.

"We may then dine out. Although Louis is a great cook, he still likes going to restaurants, and Dad is bound to take you to one of the best. With his connections he can even get a table when the restaurant is fully booked."

"Shouldn't we change then? These are unsuitable for a posh restaurant." Harry was pointing at his clothes.

"No need to hurry. The sun sets quite late and dad still wants to hear some more about you before we get out. Would you like some tea now?"

Daphne went to the kitchen, returning carrying a tray with six cups of tea and some cookies. As she put it down on the table they were joined by John and Louis.

Harry continued telling about himself, making his uncle mad at his aunt and even more at Dumbledore. "He's lucky to be dead already or he would have had to answer to me!" John said furiously. "I should not have listened to him all those years back, neither should Petunia. We made you suffer and I find it inexcusable. It's a wonder you still ended up as such a fine young man. That is probably due in a large part to your beautiful fiancée, isn't it?"

"I could have never done everything that I did if I didn't have her always at my side. Can you wonder why I grew to love her?"

They all smiled understandingly.

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