Chapter 11- Honeymoon
Mme. Delacour was already waiting for them as they came out of the airport. After congratulating them warmly and kissing Hermione's cheeks, she led them to a waiting limousine. The chauffeur put their luggage in the trunk of the car and opened the doors for them to enter. It was a magically enhanced vehicle of the greatest luxury and it made the ride seem very short, or it may have been just the pleasant company.
They stopped in front of a large mansion house, situated at the head of the cliff over the sandy beach of the Mediterranean. The house was surrounded by a magnificent formal garden as well as a less formal one, which also sported several fruit trees, some still heavy with plumes and apricots. Four house-elves were awaiting them at the door, all too eager to please. Mme. Delacour presented them: "These are Giscard – your butler, Giulio – the house keeper, Jean – the cook and Jeanette – the head maid. They will make sure your honeymoon is the best possible. Don't hesitate to call any of them if you desire anything."
She then took the young couple on a short tour of the house, showing them the master bedroom "where you will probably spend most of your time", the dining room, the library ("it only contains books relevant to your current visit, though," she explained. Harry laughed, while Hermione looked as if a grand prize has just been taken from her,) and the indoor swimming pool "where you don't need to bother about clothes – nudity is the norm here."
She then showed them the steps leading to the beach. "It is not really a private beach, but it is rarely visited by others, except for some nudists who have found this place secluded enough to enjoy nude sun-bathing. I assume you will do the same."
After inviting them for dinner the next Sunday, Mme. Delacour left them alone in the big house. Hermione rushed to the library with a bemused Harry following her at a leisurely pace. He found her scanning the books with a mixed smile and frown on her face. "It looks like all the books here are about courtship, love and sex. I never imagined there were so many serious books on these subjects, and more than half of them are magical."
She grabbed one of the books and opened it randomly, only to find a very detailed drawing of the male organ while sheathed in the female one during intercourse. Her face turned red and Harry was unable to hold his laughter. Hermione was annoyed. She turned her glare on him and started hitting his chest with her fists. Harry grabbed her hands and lowered his head towards her, capturing her lips in a kiss. It only took a moment for her annoyance to vanish. She kissed him back and let her hands remove his shirt, while he was handling her shirt similarly.
A few moments later they were practicing the exact details of the drawing. Hermione was lying on the table with Harry nestled over her, pumping repeatedly into her willing body. "I love you, my darling wife," he smirked into her ear. "And I love you, my gorgeous husband," she replied. Soon enough there was no more talking. Only grunts and moans could be heard, besides the sound of skin beating against skin and the sound of their sex-juices enhancing the movements until they both reached their climax.
"I think it is the first time you're doing it in a library," Harry smiled at her as soon as he caught back his breath.
Hermione smiled back. "If we want to benefit from this library we may ask to house-elves to put some cushions in here, so we may practice each chapter. Don't you agree, my husband?"
"I sure do, my dear wife…"
As expected, they spent most of their time in the bedroom, although the library also got a lot of activity as well as the pool. Even the dining table had found some (unconventional) use, when some chocolate syrup was left over. They even christened the beach, after casting some privacy spells, but found the sand to be a nuisance.
Sunday noon they got an owl, reminding them of their dinner invitation. The limousine was waiting for them in the evening, taking them to the Delacour residence at the outskirts of Paris, spending only ten minutes on the way.
They found some familiar faces around the dinner table. Besides their hosts they saw Gabrielle, who started looking a lot like Fleur but acted much lovelier; John Evans with his boyfriend; Viktor Krum, who apologized for not being able to attend the wedding ("I vos on an official tour and 'ad a game that same evening in Moscow,") and both Evans twins.
While the Delacours acted discretely, not asking any questions that might embarrass the young couple, the twins were anything but discrete. "Have you visited the country around? Have you gone shopping?" they asked.
"No, we were somewhat busy," Harry replied.
"They have a very nice library there," Hermione added.
"Oh, we know…"
"We actually helped selecting the books."
Both Hermione and Harry blushed deep crimson.
"You should do some shopping, though…"
"…even if your other occupations are much more…"
"…interesting."
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Your in-laws will be disappointed if you don't bring them some souvenirs…
"…unless you bring them a breathing one in nine months, that is."
The others laughed along understandingly, as the young couple blushed. Even Gabrielle seemed to understand everything way beyond what was expected of such a young girl.
"If you want to, I may join you tomorrow for a shopping tour. Daphne will probably be… busy," Iris said, noticing the glances between Daphne and Viktor.
They met with Iris the next morning in Marseille. They enjoyed touring the city, but Hermione didn't find anything she could bring to her parents. Except for swimwear, they could have bought everything there in any shopping mall in Europe.
"We can go somewhere else," suggested Iris. "It's called Cap d'Agde and is a famous naturist resort. I'm sure you may find some original souvenirs there."
Hermione looked shocked. "Do you mean we have to be naked, for everyone to see?"
"That's the general idea of nudism, you know. Yet everybody will also be naked for you to see."
"I'm not really interested in seeing nude people…"
Iris smiled mischievously. "You weren't so reluctant when you first visited my father, and he was a stranger for you, along with his friend, just as much as the people there may be."
Hermione knew she had no logical reason, yet she felt it was just not right to expose herself in front of strangers. She also knew that she would eventually do it.
Iris took them on side-along apparition to a secluded spot at the nudist city, where she urged the couple to undress, just as she was doing, putting their clothes into a large conjured side-bag.
They emerged from the secluded place into a pedestrian street full of shops, bars and restaurants. While nobody averted his eyes when they passed, nobody was paying them special attention either. With everybody naked around them, it only took Hermione a short while to forget the awkwardness and start enjoying the experience. She paid special attention to the young women around, although she looked at the men as well. She was glad to notice that most of the women around looked less attractive than she did. Her only real competition, as far as looks were considered, was actually Iris. She was also glad to notice that Harry was also among the best looking men around. Judging by the way some of the women looked at him, she was not the only one having that opinion.
They strolled along the road until they saw a shop for clothing, as absurd as it sounds when staying in such a place. Hermione noticed some colorful beach-dresses in the window and wanted to check them. The lady in the shop was actually wearing one of these. It was evident why such clothes were acceptable in this nudist resort. The dress was made of a kind of mesh, making it actually transparent, yet it hugged the body in a way that made it look more sexy .
"You can wear this over a bikini when going to a textile beach," the shop owner told Hermione. "We also have something for your man, if you want," she added.
They bought eventually several dresses: two each for Iris and Hermione and one with a tighter mesh for Hermione's mother. "This one is designed especially for more mature women, where a bit of support is more appreciated," the shop owner told them. They also bought two assorted tunics for the men: one for Harry and the other for his father in-law.
"I'm sure that your parents don't have anything even remotely similar," Iris assured Hermione.
"I should hope so," replied Hermione, although she wasn't really sure. She vaguely remembered overhearing her parents talk about some summer vacations before she was born. She just couldn't imagine them strolling in the nude, just as she was doing at the moment.
Iris couldn't stay for long. She soon left, promising to visit them once they returned home. The young couple stayed a bit longer, visiting the beach as well, before apparating back to their honeymoon home.
They spent the remaining days doing serious studies in the library and practicing what they learned in every imaginable place: in the gardens, at the pool, on the stairs and even on the roof. Most of the activity was in the bedroom, though. It was the most convenient location and the padding proved quite beneficial when practicing some of the more exotic positions.
The way back to England was anticlimactic. They left the sunny Mediterranean and went back to the gray, rainy and a bit gloomy England. The Grangers collected them at the airport and were anxious to hear as much as possible about the couple's voyage. Hermione told them a censored version of their honeymoon, not even mentioning the visit at the nudist city.
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