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Harry was resting, his head on Hermione's breast, his breathing calming down. He felt complete in a way he could not describe. Since Hermione had asked to be his, the world seemed to have faded away, leaving them both in a kind of hazy bubble all of their own. Now the world was slowly coming back into focus. His eyes roamed the hall, noticing several people looking at them. Most seemed surprised and somewhat confused. Some, like Daphne and Susan, seemed also a bit amused, while Ginny looked a bit sad and Ron looked quite furious. Harry wondered idly why the different reactions, too comfortable to think any deeper on that.

Once again he was disturbed from his comfortable perch by a feminine voice. "Let me congratulate you, Lord and Lady Potter, for your marriage in a soul bond. It is really a privilege to witness such an event."

Harry was barely able to recognize Daphne's amused voice. He wasn't yet able to make sense of her words. Hermione seemed to be more focused than him. "Why do you call me Lady Potter, and what was that you said about a bond?"

Daphne sat down on the floor, quite near to the middle of the sofa Harry and Hermione were sharing. Harry felt as if she was looking directly at his crotch. He didn't really like that kind of attention, yet he couldn't even think of changing his position.

"It's easy, if you concentrate for a bit," she teased Hermione lightly. "You and Harry were covered by a golden haze as soon as you started copulating. It vanished with a bright flash after you reached your peak. You did reach your peak, didn't you?"

Despite the mischief in Daphne's voice, Hermione answered dreamily, "Yes, and it was better than I could ever imagine..."

Daphne continued talking. "Well, the golden haze usually signifies a soul bond and the flash at the peak is the same as the one during a marriage ceremony. This is more than proof enough that you are now Lady Potter. Try summoning your rings, both of you, and you will see for yourselves"

From his position, Harry couldn't see Hermione's face, not without moving a bit, yet he could see her hand. He felt Hermione concentrating, as her body seemed to become a bit rigid for a moment, and then saw a large signet ring appear on her hand. 'Harry, you should also summon your ring,' he felt Hermione in his mind.

It took him a moment to get enough concentration for that, but he was rewarded by a similar ring appearing on his finger – the masculine version of Hermione's one.

Daphne now sounded much more serious. "I wished I could copulate with Harry before you became his wife, yet I didn't count on you becoming soul bound. It looks like I missed my chance now."

He felt Hermione thinking as quickly as she could while still enjoying the post-coitus euphoria. "I don't see why that should change anything. Although I'm his Potter wife, he may still need some more, having more titles, you know."

Daphne looked surprised. He saw Padma approaching, still completely nude and sitting on the floor, just like Daphne. "Do you mind considering me as well?"

He could feel Hermione's surprise, and then he felt her urging him, 'Harry, you need to get up and see what this means. I can't handle it all by myself.'

He was still wondering why he was hearing Hermione inside his head while she was certainly not talking, but that was a question that could wait. He moved reluctantly, still not wanting to put any distance between himself and... his wife?

"Why do you want to marry me, Padma?"

She blushed, which he found curious, as she was still naked for everybody to see. "I've been secretly in love with you since fourth year. I envied my sister for being your companion for the Yule ball, although you disappointed her then. Now, I know you need a pureblood wife for your Black Lordship to be in effect. I'd like you to consider me for that position."

Looking at her again, Harry felt another stirring inside him. Was he falling in love with her as well? That didn't make sense to him. "I'll consider you," he promised solemnly.

He now turned to Daphne. "Why did you want to copulate with me?"

"Almost every girl in Hogwarts wants it," she said, a bit agitated. Her voice turned more tender then. "I'm also somewhat in love with you. I hoped that once you get to know me that way, you'd like me enough to consider me for a minor wife. I had no doubt that Hermione would be Lady Potter."

"But why would you want that at all? I'm sure you could make any boy want you."

"Anyone, except the one I want most," she said almost inaudibly. "I thought you knew about our contract," she added.

"Our contract?"

She sighed. "It looks like your parents and mine had drawn a contract – only a draft, really – promising our marriage a year after finishing Hogwarts, unless we fall in love with others before that date. You should be able to find a copy in the Potter vault. I thought it could give me a better chance."

"I've not visited the Potter vault yet," Harry said.

"Why not?"

He shrugged. "I had other things to handle after the war, and it took the Goblins almost half a year before they agreed to let me use their services again. I was already at school then and I wanted to do well in my studies, so I postponed my visit."

"Why would the Goblins refuse their services to you?" Daphne sounded really confused.

Hermione intervened, sounding a bit sheepish. "Well, the day before the last battle, Harry, Ron and I broke into Gringotts and stole something, escaping on one of their dragons and causing a lot of damage during our retreat."

"You – What?!"

"We robbed the bank and took their dragon to escape," Harry replied. He heard some gasps of surprise and appreciation.

"That could really piss-off the Goblins," Daphne finally agreed, "although I'd like to hear more about that."

Harry looked around. Too many people were listening to their conversation, although a few couples were quite busy very differently, one of them included Parvati and Draco, at the moment. "You must all know that this is a secret, protected by the Potter house magic," he stated, making sure that everybody understood. House secrets, as he had learned during his last year in school, were almost as binding as magical vows. Breaching them could cause severe damage to the perpetrator.

Hermione returned to the previous topic. "What did you want to achieve by shagging Harry?" she asked Daphne.

Daphne blushed – a very uncommon reaction for her. "As I said – I want Harry to consider me for a wife. He has enough titles to marry quite a few women and give each her own title. Then, even if he doesn't, losing my virginity to him will assure that I marry no pureblood bigot."

Hermione frowned. "How is that?"

Daphne seemed uncomfortable to explain, yet Padma talked willingly about it. "You see, a proper magical marriage can only happen if the bride is a virgin or had only given herself to the groom. Any other marriage is not magically binding, although it can still be lawfully recognized. I also had that consideration when giving myself to Harry."

Harry could almost see Hermione's thought process. 'They both love Harry. None of them wants to marry anybody else. They are both smart and intelligent. I could be fine, sharing Harry with them, although it may be awkward at the beginning.' He then heard her talking to him in his mind. 'I suggest you propose to them both. Make Padma Lady Black and Daphne Lady Peverell. Whatever other titles you may have, I'll keep them for now.'

'Are you sure?' he thought, not really knowing if she could hear him.

'Positively! And I'm sure you'll enjoy them both.'

Harry turned to Padma. "I think you may fit the position of Lady Black. Will you marry me as Lord Black and take that position?"

Padma blushed all over. He could see the red tinge going from her face, down her shoulders to her breasts and her belly. He didn't look lower than that. "Yes, Harry. I'll do it gladly. I love you."

'Tell her!' he felt.

"I love you too. We shall marry as soon as we can," he said, taking her hand and lifting her face for a kiss. He was surprised when a bright flash appeared as soon as their lips touched, but he paid no attention to that. Kissing Padma was much more important. He felt like he'd always loved her and just didn't know. In a way, it was like he felt with Hermione, only not as strong.

'Well done, my husband,' he heard Hermione in his mind. 'Now – do the same with Daphne.'

He parted from Padma reluctantly. She was no longer blushing, yet her naked body seemed to sparkle with delight at being accepted.

Harry turned to Daphne. "I'll accept you to be my wife, Lady Peverell, if you like."

Daphne smiled radiantly. He thought that she was almost as beautiful as Hermione, when smiling. "Yes Harry, I'll gladly be your wife. Now, make me yours, please."

He was afraid that he was too tired to do it, but a house-elf pushed a vial into his hand and disappeared. Harry gulped it obediently. He then opened his arms and Daphne stepped into his hug and kissed his lips. She was already highly aroused, Harry thought, as he could see her nipples pushing her shirt as soon as she let her robe fall. Like Hermione, she didn't wear a bra. She was quick to discard the rest of her clothes as well. Harry enjoyed what he saw. Daphne was a bit taller than the other girls and a bit slimmer, yet her breasts were the largest, although not by much. He could still cup each in one hand and he did so, enjoying the feeling. Hermione stood up from the sofa and motioned Daphne to take her place. Harry had no time to caress Daphne properly, as he'd previously done with the other girls. Daphne was too aroused to wait. She directed him immediately into her and didn't even flinch when her maidenhood was taken. It went quite quickly the rest of the way as well. It only took a moment, so it seemed, for Daphne to reach her peak, dragging Harry with her. None of them noticed the bright flash that shone at that moment.

Eons later – or about ten minutes only – Harry was sitting on that sofa, Hermione sitting on his knees while Padma and Daphne were hugging his sides, all of them naked, as were the rest of the hall's occupants. Harry looked around. It seemed like everybody was enjoying themselves. Even Millicent was being hugged by some Hufflepuff boy of similar size. Most girls were being hugged by boys, except for Parvati and another girl, who were still busy shagging.

His glance stopped on two redheads. Ron was engulfed in a hug by Luna. He noticed Harry and looked apologetically at him, as if saying, 'It's not what I had in mind, yet I like it this way.'

Ginny was held tight by Dean, the contrast between her almost white skin and his very dark one was fascinating. Both seemed content. She smiled at Harry, and he could still detect a bit of sadness in her, as if she was glad for what she now had but was sad of losing her childhood dream.

With practically everybody sated, many even more than once, there was no longer any sexual tension despite the total nudity. People were talking softly with each other, joking a bit or just enjoying their last hours at school.

Neville came, hugging Hanna. "I wish to congratulate you, Lord Potter, for your soul bond with the magnificent Lady Potter and for your marriages with Lady Black and Lady Peverell. I'm sure they will keep you busy and happy for many years to come. Ladies, let me congratulate you for your bond and marriages. I'm sure that Harry will do his best to keep you happy, although you must be warned that he may be a handful at times."

Hermione replied for them all. "Thank you, Scion Longbottom. I believe we also owe you congratulations for marrying the nice lady at your side. That flash was quite remarkable."

Both Neville and Hanna blushed. "Are you sure?"

The nods all around the room were confirmation enough.

Some more congratulations were exchanged. Not everybody was aware of them, but quite a few flashes had been seen, and mostly ignored, during the night.

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