Alright, Chapter 3. Nothing special to this. Just more NSFW, some plot movement, etc. I've also updated the last two chapters to better reflect Hermione's updated weight of 700 pounds.
Harry was the first one to awaken the following morning. Slowly blinking his eyes, it took him a second to remember what he and Hermione did last night and he couldn't help but grin in joy. He finally had a girlfriend, and with the most beautiful girl he ever knew of too. Speaking of, Harry stared lovingly at Hermione. Her bushy hair was splayed out all over the place, covering some of her lightly snoring face. Both of her mammoth breasts were exposed, jiggling hypnotically slightly with every breath she took. Placing an ear onto her stomach, Harry simply laid there and listened to it make noise. It was practically a maelstrom in there, still working to digest all the pizza, popcorn and other food she stuffed herself with, not to mention the sex they had definitely shook things up in there. The noise started to pick up and before he knew it, Hermione burped loudly, finally stirring her from her slumber.
"Uuuuuuurpppp. Oof that felt good. Well good morning handsome. How did you sleep?" Hermione said sleepily, finally waking up and planting a kiss on Harry's head.
"It was such a good night's sleep. After all, I had a great pillow and mattress." Harry said affectionately, giving Hermione's belly a few good pats and kisses, sending small waves across its tanned surface.
"Hehehehe, stop it you charmer. We have to talk to Mum and Dad today, and trust me, as much as I'd love to lay in bed and eat and have sex all day, we need to talk to them." Hermione said, running her hand up and down Harry's back and holding him close to her, practically shoving him into her stomach.
"I know, and I'm really scared about it. I mean, we don't know what they want to know, and while we'll obviously tell the truth, we don't know what they'll do afterwards." Harry rambled, not even bothering to lift his head from his pillow, more than content to listen to Hermione's stomach.
"I know Harry, but I think we need to tell them EVERYTHING. I don't know why but I just know it'll work out for the best. I can't explain it, but I just know to follow my gut on it." Hermione admitted, giving her gut a small shake to emphasize her point.
"Hehe, we'll it's big and sexy enough to have its own brain, just like you." Harry praised, giving her belly button a kiss. The duo laid there in relative silence, the only sounds accompanying them was from Hermione's body. Harry suddenly broke the silence.
"I just realized something. You know how they say electricity and technology doesn't work around magic? Well, your necklace must be putting out a bunch of magic, not to mention us using spells in the house and nothing happened." Harry realized, both he and Hermione's eyes widening st the fact it was true.
"Oh God you're right! Fuck, even Diagon Alley. All that magic there and no problems. I remember a passage in a book that said they brought a computer to Hogwarts and it failed. Nothing else. For all we know it was a rigged test. I mean, there's no outlets in Hogwarts so they couldn't power it, nevermind the fact they probably didn't even know what to do." Hermione rambled, throwing her free arm up in annoyance.
"Bloody Hell, what else were we lied to about? If they're willing to blatantly lie about something so obvious and easily tested, I don't want to know what else is a lie." Harry said.
"Yeah, me too. Regardless, let's look at the positives of it. We don't have to worry about casting spells on things in the house, so that'll save so much time around here." Hermione said positively. With surprising effort, Hermione flipped over, pinning Harry under her, completely smothering him under her bulk.
"Time that will allow us to do, other things." Hermione purred, leaning down and giving Harry a quick kiss.
"You minx. Alright, let's get up. Any longer and I won't want to get up." Harry said, reluctantly pulling away from, in his view, his goddess.
"I know. I think we should take a shower before we head down. I think we need one after last night." Hermione offered, throwing off their blanket and slowly standing up. Raising her meaty arms above her head and stretching, she couldn't hold back her laughter when she inadvertently smashed her belly into Harry, sending the smaller teen to the floor.
"When you say we?" Harry asked, making sure Hermione was thinking what he was thinking, not caring of the fact his naked body was exposed.
"Yes Harry, we're taking a shower together. I mean seriously, if we have sex in the shower we can just clean up again. Now come on, a big girl like me has trouble reaching certain 'areas'." Hermione ordered, turning around and motioning to her gargantuan bottom. To show that she was serious, she gave it a good shake, sending it clapping loudly right in front of Harry's face before she slowly made her way to the bathroom, making sure to take as long as possible and swaying her hips as much as she could.
"When I start grabbing your body, don't get mad at me. Remember, you ordered me in there with you." Harry warned, quickly following his girlfriend. Barely managing to make it into the bathroom, Harry simply stared at her arse as she bent over and turned on the shower, which had plenty of room for the two of them.
"Harry, I think your scar is gone." Hermione gasped excitedly, finally awake enough to notice the drastic change in her boyfriend.
"Wait what?" He asked, confused at the very idea. Looking in the mirror, he could only laugh as his scar was completely gone. Nothing was there, as if he was never injured in the first place.
"Holy shit it is! Do you think it's because we had sex last night?" Harry asked, leaning back against Hermione as she came up behind him. Wrapping her arms around him, Hermione smashed her belly and breasts into his back, drawing his attention away from his cosmetic change.
"It likely was, now come on, I want to make sure both you and the scar are clean." She said, idly trailing a finger over his chest. Gently dragging him to the shower, Hermione guided the two of them under the hot water, still hugging each other tightly the entire time.
"Ah, this feels heavenly." Hermione moaned, enjoying the feeling of the hot water cascading down her skin. She felt it flow into her various folds and rolls, something she absolutely loved. She subtly rubbed her thighs together as she felt it run down her back and into her arse crack.
"Ahhhhhh, you're telling me. I was only allowed quick, cold showers when I lived 'there', and at Hogwarts, we were on an unspoken time limit in the shower." Harry said, closing his eyes and relaxing against Hermione's front. He tuned out almost every outside distraction, focusing only on the water relaxing his body, Hermione's wet body grinding up against his back and her voice.
"Bastards, but yeah, it was the same way at Hogwarts with the other girls, but we don't have to worry about that for the rest of the summer. We can take our time together and just enjoy ourselves." She said, running her hands over her body, taking a few extra seconds at her sensitive and swollen breasts.
"Yeah, I'd like that. I love you Hermione." Harry said, turning around and hugging his girlfriend, nuzzling his face into her soaking bosom while his hands resting together on the top of her arse, fingers dangerously close to her crack.
"I love you too Harry. Now, do you want to wash me first, or do you want me to wash you?" Hermione offered, wrapping her arms around her smaller boyfriend as well, gently running a hand up and down his back.
"If you don't mind, can you wash me first? I want my first shower with you to be special." Harry requested, leaning up and pecking her on her lips before he let her turn him around, stumbling only a tiny bit when she also turned around and bumped her booty into his.
"Of course Harry, anything for you." Hermione said before lathering up a loofah with soap and rubbing Harry's back, covering his scars with suds.
"Ahhhhhh, oh God, where did you learn to wash people like this?" Harry moaned, his knees getting a little weak at Hermione's touch. He could feel years of stress and anxiety melting away as his girlfriend scrubbed him down under the hot water.
"I think it's just because I'm the one washing you. Just keep relaxing Harry and enjoy yourself. Here, let me try something." Hermione said in a sultry tone. Placing the loofah down, Hermione grabbed her breasts and began rubbing them all over Harry's backside. Harry moaned as she did this, his mind going numb as he felt her soft breasts rub over him.
"Are the scars ugly Hermione?" He asked, finally feeling Hermione pulling away, along with the bubbles finally washed off his body.
"No, they're not. They're a part of you. Proof that you're a survivor. Besides, it gives me a chance to look at your bum." Hermione said softly, leaning down a bit to give her boyfriends butt a squeeze.
"Hermione." He whined, somewhat uncomfortable with Hermione's treatment of him. While he definitely enjoyed it, it was still something he wasn't used to.
"Just let me love you Harry, and I can't help it that you have such a cute little butt. Now, turn around and let me get to your front." She ordered softly, gently turning the blushing boy around. Hermione licked her lips at what she saw. Despite being scrawny as hell, he still was toned with the outline of some abs and a tiny bit of muscle definition.
"Okay, just let me take care of myself, so to speak." Harry requested, wanting to at least take care of his manhood himself, although at the rate things were going, he wouldn't mind if she went down there too.
"Of course Harry." She said softly before grabbing the loofah again. Starting at his head, she took her sweet time and was extra careful as she washed his hair, making sure as not to agitate his wild hair. Once she was certain that was done, she moved down to his face, this time opting to use her hands, gently massaging every inch of his face, pure bliss radiating from his small smile.
Scrubbing his chest, he couldn't help but lean onto her, providing her barely enough room to wash him, not that either of them minded the closeness. Laying against her 700 pound frame, Hermione couldn't help but feel something hardening inside her navel.
"Oh, someone's excited." She teased, gently grabbing his cock in her hand, making him briefly stiffen. Slowly, she began running her plush hand up and down its length, making it harden even more.
"Hermione, please stop. I don't want to cum on you." He ground out, trying not to cum, but he was fighting a losing battle. What with Hermione taking care of him, her gorgeous, wet and jiggling body right in front of him, and now stroking him, he felt ready to blow any second.
"Just relax Harry. Trust me, I won't mind." She said softly, running her free hand through his hair. To show she was serious, she gently inserted his cock back into her navel and hugged him tightly, kissing him on the cheek as she rubbed his back.
"Oh God! Hermione!" He shouted before he came. Blasting his load into her belly button, Hermione could only moan as she felt Harry blast her hard with his cum. Pulling away a few inches, she didn't even bother cleaning up her stomach. She raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised at the amount of cum that was leaking out of her belly button and coating her entire belly below her navel and dripping onto the floor a little.
Panting slightly, Harry looked up his girlfriend, smiling at her lovingly. Wordlessly, he embraced her, nuzzling his face between her bosom.
"Love you Hermione. I'm sorry about cumming on you." He murmured into her chest, content with his position. Snaking his arms around her, he gently fondled her bum, making Hermione moan slightly.
"It's fine Harry. Please trust me when I say it's okay. Here, now it's my turn. Just take your time." Hermione asked. Grabbing the loofah, she gently placed it in Harry's hands and gave him a quick peck before turning around.
"Okay then. Thank you Hermione." He said, unsure of what he wanted to do now. Right in front of him was Hermione's tanned ass, completely hypnotizing him. Now that he could actually look and appreciate it, it simply enraptured him. He drooled at the water cascading down the pumpkin sized orbs which, despite Hermione technically being a few feet away, was right on top of him, sticking out behind her 700 pound form like a living, moving shelf.
"It's fine Harry, you can touch my arse. Hell, play with it." Hermione begged, seemingly knowing what he was thinking about. To emphasize her point, she leaned forward a little, making her arse seem larger, while her belly barely hung above the floor. When Harry surprisingly didn't immediately do as she requested, much to her displeasure, she decided to make her request obvious.
Slowly but surely, Hermione gently backed up, knocking her bum into Harry. Startled out of his stupor, Harry reflexively backpedaled, but to his dismay or pleasure, her bum was right on his trail. Very quickly he was forced against the wall, left with nowhere to go. Shortly after, the inevitable happened and Hermione's bum pressed onto him, firmly pinning him between a wall and a soft place.
"Do you like my arse Harry?" Hermione teased, grinding her bum softly against Harry. While she knew he wasn't going anywhere, what with him being firmly lodged between the cheeks of over a hundred pounds of ass fat, she couldn't help but have fun with her boyfriend.
"I love your arse so much. It's so big, round and soft. Would it be weird if I wanted to kiss it?" Harry rambled dumbly, placing his hands on either side of her vast hips, barely reaching across the vast distance. Pressing down right on his crotch, he didn't pay attention to the fact his cock was nestled somewhere between her ass cheeks.
"Not weird at all. After all, it is a nice arse. Go ahead Harry, you can kiss my arse." Hermione ordered, leaning down even more, raising her ass even higher on Harry's body. With her arse cheeks now pressing against his stomach and chest, hell, he was practically stuck between them at this point, Harry had an even better view of Hermione's bum.
Deciding to tease her a little, Harry slowly kneaded her blubber, fingers vanishing into her sensitive glutes. Starting at the fold that connected to a thigh bigger than him, he slowly inched his way upward. Hermione was in absolute bliss the entire time, biting her lip a little as her eyes rolled into her head a bit. Once he massaged every inch of her ass he could reach, Harry gently nudged her forward, she thankfully obliged.
Squatting down a bit, he slowly shoved his face into one of her arse cheeks, his head absolutely dwarfed by the sheer magnitude of the one orb. Once he went as far as he could, he shook his face side to side, sending Hermione's bum into a frenzy. Coming back up for air, Harry planted a few big kisses on that cheek before repeating the process with that cheeks partner. Once both orbs were properly worshipped, Harry finished things off by planting one last kiss on the small of Hermione's fat back, his chin nestled on her tailbone and right at the top of her ass crack.
Grabbing the loofah again, Harry finally decided to start washing Hermione, starting with one of her rolls. Taking his time, he subtly kneaded the fatty slab as he lifted it, allowing the loofah to get in.
"Are you doing okay?" Hermione asked softly, enjoying Harry's efforts of cleaning her body. Yes, this would be a daily occurrence, as there would simply be no possible way she could do this on her own.
"I'm managing. Just a lot on my mind." Harry admitted. Hermione turned around, allowing Harry access to her front. Leaning forward, Hermione rested her head on his chest, allowing him to wash her hair. Like before, he took his time with it, Hermione sighing in bliss. Once they were certain it was clean, it was time for the rest of her.
"Is it me that's on your mind?" She teased, lifting one of her breasts up, shooting Harry a teasing smile. Giving it a shake, she gave a small gasp when Harry started scrubbing under her sensitive breast, placing a hand on her belly as leverage. Pulling away, Harry's cock got even harder when she simply dropped her boob with a loud, meaty WHAP that sent her body into motion
"Naughty girl." Harry teased as they did the same with her other boob, which once again ended with a loud WHAP. Deciding to 'punish' Hermione a little, Harry grabbed her belly gently and started shaking it wildly, sending it into a symphony of gurgles and groans, which were drowned out somewhat by her moans.
"Harry you dirty boy." She moaned in pleasure as Harry scrubbed her belly clean, taking his sweet time. Once that was clean, Harry gave her gut a kiss and a little nuzzle before wrapping his arms around her. Placing his head on her chest, he gave her a peck on the lips.
"Okay, let's just finish up. At this rate we'll be in here all day." Harry said reluctantly, knowing that they'd likely be there all day if they didn't leave soon. Quickly finishing their shower, the duo took a few minutes drying each other off, although a majority of that was Harry drying Hermione off, along with the both of them trying to tame each other's hair somewhat. Grabbing some clothes, Harry didn't bat an eye when the only thing Hermione grabbed was a bra, leaving the rest of her body free to jiggle. He himself opted for some shorts and a t-shirt, and after slowly making their way downstairs, they found Elizabeth.
The elder Granger, who didn't bat an eye at Hermione's lack of dress, was clad in some form fitting clothes herself. Drinking what was likely coffee from her mug, she shot the two teens with a knowing smirk.
"Good morning you two. Have a good night?" She asked, giving her daughter and ward a brief hug good morning.
"Yes, we did." Harry said with a blush, aware of what Elizabeth was alluding to, if her and Hermione's smirks were anything to go by.
"That's good. Did you wear protection?" She asked, wincing a tiny bit as she heard Hermione's two chairs creak and groan under her bulk.
"Yes Mum, we used protection last night." Hermione assured, wrapping a bingo wing around Harry and bringing him to her side, both teens smiling wildly, although Harry's face was smothered by Hermione's tit.
"Good. Last thing I want is grandchildren this fast on top of everything. We have your 'change' along with the guardianship of your boyfriend, who is now living with us." Elizabeth listed off.
"I get it Mum, trust me, children aren't happening for a while. Anyway, where's Dad?" Hermione wondered. While she knew he was likely cooking breakfast for them, she just wanted to be sure.
"He should be finishing up breakfast any minute now. After that, we're going to be having a discussion about everything. Everything that happened at the Dursleys. Everything that happened at Hogwarts. Every. Single. Thing. Understand?" Elizabeth said sternly in a tone that meant they will be telling them everything that happened.
"Yes mum/Mrs. Granger." The two teens said somewhat dejectedly, more than aware that their time at Hogwarts was a shitshow. Just then, John came in, somewhat struggling to carry a large platter of breakfast, with one especially loaded plate.
"Okay, I have pancakes, bacon, toast, a little bit of everything. Hermione, I made a plate just for you. Help yourself Harry." John said as he placed the platter down, and like Elizabeth, uncaring of his daughter's nudity. Hermione immediately lunged for her plate and after practically drowning it in syrup, began devouring it like a rabid animal, miraculously not making a mess either.
The other three ate their breakfast at a controlled pace, making small talk amongst the four of them. Breakfast was soon completed, with Harry giving Hermione some of his portions, leading to Hermione and Elizabeth to head to the living room. John and Harry stayed behind to clean up, John to gather his thoughts and Harry to try and help.
"Harry go into the living room." John ordered sternly, somewhat exasperated by Harry's attempts to help
"But Mr. Granger it's fine, I want-
"Harry, please listen to me when I say that you don't have to clean up after everyone. The only person you have to clean up after is yourself and maybe Hermione. Elizabeth and I are more than capable of doing this. Understand?" John ordered, now somewhat annoyed with Harry. While he appreciated the offer, he knew it was likely a habit instilled into him by the Dursleys. If they're willing to let a child sleep under the stairs for over a decade, there isn't much they wouldn't do to him.
"Yes sir." Harry said unsurely as he walked off, his mind somewhat incapable of comprehending someone not wanting him to do the dishes.
Heading into the living room, Harry immediately made a beeline for Hermione, who was taking up most of a couch and was resting her feet on a conjured ottoman, while her mother was on another couch across from her. Snuggling next to her, he laid his head over chest, listening to her heartbeat as she wrapped an arm around him.
"You okay?" She asked, planting a kiss on the top of his head and rubbing his shoulder.
"I'm managing. Things are very different here and I guess it'll take me some time to break my habits." Harry admitted.
"You'll be okay Harry. It'll take some time but you'll get better, and we'll be with you every step of the way." Elizabeth said reassuringly, getting up to rub his back soothingly. Harry subconsciously closed his eyes and nuzzled a little more into Hermione, his damaged psyche somehow seeing Elizabeth's care as similar to his mother's.
As Harry lay there, breathing contently as Hermione stroked his hair, John finally bustled in. Sitting up a little more, but still laying on his girlfriend, Harry and Hermione looked at the elder Grangers.
"Alright, so I think the thing we should know first is, since it concerns the both of you, is what happened at Hogwarts the past three years? The both of you had so many of those Compulsions on you, so obviously something is up over there." John said, taking a deep breath in preparation. He just knew this was going to be a big disaster.
"Okay. Just, don't freak out too bad." Hermione begged, Harry nodding alongside her.
And so the duo explained what happened over the last three years at Hogwarts. From the troll, to Voldemort, to the basilisk, to the dementors and everything in between. Despite John and Elizabeth's looks of growing horror, they didn't stop their tale. Finally, after around an hour, they finally said everything that happened.
"Sweet motherfucker." Elizabeth gasped, tears pooling in her eyes. Shakily getting up, she immediately rushed over to the two teens, wrapping them in a tight hug and sobbing heavily.
"Alright, I've heard enough, I'm pulling you out of that death trap." John stated harshly, furrowing his brows in absolute frustration. He had never touched a drop of alcohol in his life, but after hearing his daughter and her boyfriends life threatening adventures at a fucking school of all places, he wanted to get blackout drunk. Before the two teens could even begin to argue with him, he stopped them before they could even begin.
"Both of you, listen to me right now! You nearly died a dozen times in the past 3 years! Fuck, two years of it was right under the headmasters nose and he didn't do a damn thing! Last year, it was their government that nearly killed you, not to mention the fact they're still trying to kill an innocent man! Whatever you're learning there is just not worth your lives! I'll hire tutors, send you to another school, you can visit your friends over the summer and holidays, but I'm not allowing you to throw your lives away over something that can be taught here without the risk of dying! You're 15 and 16, you have your whole lives ahead of you, and I'm not letting you end your lives if I can prevent it! Do you understand me?" John all but screamed, staring down the two teens into submissiveness.
"Yea Dad/John." The duo said dejectedly, a few tears pooling in their eyes as they hugged each other slightly for comfort.
"I'm sorry you two but like I said, you have decades of life ahead of you. I'm not letting you lose them to some insane school." John said in an apologetic tone, running his hand down his face.
"Which brings us to our other topic. Your 'friend' Ronald. Now Hermione, tell me: why are you friends with Ron?" Elizabeth asked, leaving John to write a letter to McGonagall.
"I don't really think I can consider him a friend. I just put up with him because he's Harry's friend." Hermione admitted, running a hand down Harry's back.
"Okay then. Do you like the way he treats you?" She asked, practically knowing the answer. The letters did not paint him a flattering light.
"No." She said sternly, a few more tears pooling in her eyes, remembering all the taunts and name calling Ron would direct at her. From the troll incident down to his horrific treatment of her this year, she had enough.
"At least you realize this. Hermione, I'll be blunt when I say I don't like him at all. From the letters you sent us over the years, he sounds like a spoiled brat and a bully, and I don't want you hanging out with him. He reminds of those children that were mean to you before you went to Hogwarts. Remember, they were only nice to you when they wanted something from you? He sounds just like them." Elizabeth explained, filling Harry in on some of Hermione's childhood as well throwing in some doubts regarding his perception of Ron.
"I guess." She muttered sniffling, prompting Harry to stroke her belly comfortingly.
"Look Hermione, you had so many compulsions on you, don't you think a few of them making you put up with and or deal with Ron is possible?" Elizabeth offered, pointing out a possible explanation.
"Probably." Harry spoke up, agreeing with what Elizabeth said. For the three years Hermione and Ron were 'friends' all they really did was fight with each other. Considering how quickly both he and Hermione just immediately forgave Ron for what he said that Halloween, the possibility that they were both under compulsions was becoming more and more likely. Hell, he never apologized at the end of it all anyway.
"I think it's more than probable. Now Harry, while I can't exactly make you stop being friends with him, I can give you advice. See how he treats people who don't keep him happy or do what he wants." Elizabeth lectured.
"I guess." Harry conceded, agreeing with her advice. While Ron was nice to him, he was a bit of a git to other people, especially Hermione. His eyes widened once he realized something. He was the most famous person in the school yet virtually nobody else tried to be his friend. He couldn't blame it on Hermione as before that Halloween, it was only him and Ron. The only person who even attempted to be his friend was Draco but nobody else. Maybe Ron was some sort of deterrent to other people. They didn't like Ron, so they never bothered to be his friend.
"Do you two need a few minutes?" Elizabeth asked gently, softly looking at the two teens who were lost in thought.
"Yeah, please." Harry murmured through Hermione's belly. Wordlessly, she left the room, leaving them alone.
"What do you think Hermione?" Harry asked, adjusting himself so his head was now on her bosom.
"As much as I hate to tell you, both of my parents are right. I mean, the Dementors trying to suck out your soul three times? A Basilisk roaming around the school. Voldemort himself right under Dumbledore's nose. Dad's right, it's too dangerous to go there if that's a sign of how it will be every year. I don't want to die as a teen." Hermione sobbed, holding Harry close to her.
"Me neither. I think the main reason I was excited for Hogwarts was because it was to get away from the Dursleys. I think I might have preferred death over staying with them." Harry cried as well, nuzzling deeper into Hermione's chest.
"Oh Harry." Hermione wailed, practically breaking Harry's back as she hugged him the hardest she's ever done.
"Now that I don't have to go back there ever again, there's no reason for me to really go to Hogwarts. We can get tutors just like your dad said, we can visit our friends during the summer. Besides, I get to do everything with my beautiful girlfriend all day. I can cuddle, snog and feed you all day. Sleep together. Everything. Can't do that at Hogwarts." Harry offered, doing his best to try and look at the positives and lift the mood. To emphasize his point, he ran his hands over her titanic midsection, prompting a few giggles from her.
"Thank you Harry. That means a lot to me." Hermione sniffled, planting a kiss on Harry's lips gently.
"No problem love. What about Ron?" Harry asked, deciding to approach a very sensitive subject for her.
"Harry, I know he's your best friend, but I just can't be friends with him anymore. I thought about what Mum said and she's right. I'm not going to make myself miserable for his benefit. Fuck, he's been insulting me in some way or form once a week since we started Hogwarts. You wanna know what he tried to do a few weeks before 3rd Year ended? He tried to make me do his homework. A 16 year old was trying to make me do his homework. All he did was write his name. I'm just not going to deal with him anymore. Now, I'm not saying you can't be friends with him, but I'm done with him." Hermione ranted angrily, letting loose three years of pent up frustration and stress.
"I understand Hermione. I'll admit the way he treated you wasn't the best but I just thought that's how friends acted. You two were the first friends I've ever had and I just thought it was normal. Just, I need to think about some things, okay?" Harry admitted, blaming the situation on himself a little. He was right though. He never had any friends before and he just thought that this is how friends acted.
"It's fine love." Hermione said, calming him down. As the duo cuddled, a loud groan came from her stomach.
"Hungry?" Harry asked cheekily, giving her belly a small pat.
"I'm a bit peckish. Perhaps my loving boyfriend can feed me?" Hermione teased, shooting him a smirk as she ran a hand down her stomach.
"Gladly." He said excitedly, dashing off to the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back with a tray of cookies. Hermione licked her lips as she stared at the sugary sweets, just as her stomach growled again. Before she could reach for them, Harry pulled them out of reach and placed his other hand on her chest.
"This time, I'm on top." Harry ordered coyly, flashing a grin that made Hermione rub her thighs together. At first, he tried straddling her lap, with little success due to her gut taking up so much room
"Okay, maybe we can angle ourselves a bit and there we go." Hermione offered, turning to the side and laying down on the couch, her head elevated by the arm of the couch while her belly rose far above her. Trying again, Harry found success this time, opting to lay on top of her squishy belly, it's surface more than enough to hold him up.
"Open wide." Harry teased, holding a cookie right in front of her face. Hermione opened her mouth, allowing Harry to feed the greedy girl. One by one, the cookies rapidly vanished into her insatiable stomach, the duo staring at each other lovingly, the only sounds accompanying them was Hermione's chewing and her stomach. Once the platter was done, the teens opted to cuddle together, running their hands over each other.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, feeling him sneak a hand under them and onto her back, just simply massaging her back fat.
"Just feeling you. I can't explain it but it's just oddly soothing." Harry murmured, his face planted firmly into her stomach, making her giggle a little.
"Uuuuuuurpppp. Oh, excuse me." Hermione burped before wrapping Harry in a hug, the smaller boy grinning devilishly.
"Oh please, don't excuse yourself. I just LOVE it when you do that." Harry gushed, giving her big bum a squeeze, hands sinking into the blubber. Bringing both hands to her gut, Harry squeezed the boulder attached to her midsection, bringing forth another monumental belch that echoed throughout the room. Connecting their lips, the two teens began to snog, Hermione's hands cupping her boyfriend's bum while Harry brought his hands to her breasts the best he could. Before the duo could go too far, they heard a knock on the door.
"Oh God, what now, it was just getting good." Hermione bemoaned, upset that their snogging was interrupted.
"Just lay there Hermione and conjure a top, I'll get it." Harry said, reluctantly getting up off of her, taking his time.
"Thanks Harry. My belly and I will be waiting for you." Hermione cooed, giving her belly a few shakes, sending it sloshing and gurgling. Tearing away from the beautiful sight before, Harry went to open the door, somewhat startled upon seeing the scarred visage of last year's defense professor.
"Professor Lupin? What are you doing here?" Harry inquired, both surprised and somewhat alarmed at the werewolf standing on his guardian's doorstep. Surprised because he honestly didn't expect anyone from the wizarding world to show up for him. The past two times someone came for him, Hagrid in his First Year and the Weasleys in Second, he was taken away from wherever he was for the rest of the summer, and considering the past few days were some of the best he had, he was suspicious.
"I actually came by to check in on Miss Granger. When I heard that fattening disease was going around I wanted to make sure she was fine before I came to check on you at the Dursleys. Actually, may I come in for a few minutes, as I need to talk with you two about something." Remus informed, sending off red flags in Harry's head. One, why exactly would he be checking on Hermione specifically, let alone assume she was infected. Two, why would he need to check on him at the Dursleys, let alone assume he was there? It was too much of a coincidence and it sent Harry on edge.
"I guess, but only for a few minutes. Hermione, you have to get up and clothe yourself, Professor Lupin wants to talk to us for a few minutes!" Harry shouted back, Hermione grumbling in agitation along with the obvious sounds of the couch bending and creaking under someone heavy.
"Damnit. Okay, just go get my parents." Hermione shouted back. Harry brought Lupin into the living room, the older man's eyes practically popping out of his skull when he saw the 700+ pound Hermione, now in a pair of shorts and t-shirt that hugged her curves and left most of her belly exposed.
"No problem. Just sit down in one of the chairs, Professor. I'll be back soon love." Harry said, kissing Hermione briefly before going after his guardians.
"Miss Granger, I just want to ask, how are you doing with all this?" Remus asked, gesturing to the titanic teen as he sat in one of the chairs.
"I'm doing surprisingly well. Admittedly the weight gain and my size is taking some getting used to, but me and Harry are loving it. Anyway, I imagine this isn't a social visit, so what did you come here for?" Hermione grinned, remembering her and Harry's 'activities' and the rapid change of relationship between them that just felt perfect.
"I actually came here because it's about Harry. Oh, before we get too into it, I was given some get well soon chocolates for Hermione from Molly." Remus remembered, pulling out a larger than average box of chocolates from the Weasleys Matriarch. Hermione immediately popped it opened and devoured one of the sweets, moaning in ecstasy at its flavor.
"Thank you Professor." She said before devouring another chocolate. Harry came in with the elder Grangers, the teen sitting next to his girlfriend, snuggling into her wide side while the two adults sat on another couch.
"Why exactly are you here for me ?" Harry asked somewhat suspiciously, taking one of the chocolates and feeding Hermione, who took her time eating it from his caring hands. The other Grangers were thinking the same thing, all of them suspicious as to why the old professor was here.
"Well Harry, it's just not safe here. I mean look around, the only defenses the Grangers have are muggle knives and forks. Pettigrew is out there doing Merlin knows what. I've heard rumors of Death Eaters are beginning to stir again. The point is if you're not at the Dursleys, The Weasley's or Hogwarts, you're not safe." Remus explained, decided to cut to the chase as time was of the essence. As he explained, he was unaware of the growing looks of anger on the other occupants faces.
"Actually Professor, it's only if I'm at the Weasleys that I'm safe. The Dursleys were arrested a few days ago and Hermione's parents are now my legal guardians." Harry stated coldly, Hermione wordlessly wrapping an arm around him for comfort.
"And we were just talking about it before you showed up, but they're pulling us both out of Hogwarts and having us tutored privately to complete our education." Hermione added on, planting a kiss on the top of Harry's head, to which he smiled in appreciation. Remus however, was panicking at that idea.
"Harry, you can't just quit Hogwarts. I'm certain your parents wouldn't want you to give up the best education you can get." He pleaded, trying his best to convince Harry to stay at Hogwarts.
"I'm also certain they wouldn't want me to die for it either. Professor, I nearly died a dozen times at Hogwarts the past three years. I can safely say they didn't die just so I can throw my life away as a teen. I have my whole life ahead of me and Hermione and I won't throw that away for an education we can get right at home." Harry shot back heatedly, leaning forward and staring Remus down, making him wilt under his fiery gaze.
"Look you two, I don't know what these two said to you that made you want to leave Hogwarts, but it's obvious they don't know what they're talking about." Remus said softly, trying to convince the teens that the two, more than responsible adults were wrong. After all, they were muggles, what did they know?
"We're right here you know?" John practically shouted, now standing up. He was beyond livid at this point. Some strange man he never met coming into his house, trying to convince the teens under his care that that deathtrap of a school, let alone the Dursleys were a safe place for them. Now he was talking as if he and Elizabeth didn't even exist and he was getting sick of it.
"Speaking of not knowing, you want to know what happened when they brought me and the healer over?" Harry asked in a strangely calm manner, smirking as he leaned into Hermione, who was also matching his smirk. Unnerved by this sudden change in behavior, Remus couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl down his spine.
"The healer found a fuck ton of compulsions on both of us and removed them. I've never felt so clear headed in the past three years. Once my LEGAL guardians told me they're pulling us out of Hogwarts, I realized it was for the best." Harry explained, crushing Remus's doubts regarding his decision to leave. Hermione grabbed his hand and gave it a small kiss, nodding in confirmation, further reinforcing the idea that this was something they were fine with.
Remus ran a hand down his face in disbelief, his goal of taking Harry somewhere safer crashing and burning in seconds. Not to mention the fact the son of his best friends simply didn't want to go and learn under the care and safety of Dumbledore. Huffing, Remus made up his mind on what to do. If Harry didn't want to listen for his own good, then Remus would make him. Maybe he'd have him forget about Miss Granger, as it was obvious she and her parents were a bad influence. Drawing his wand, he ignored the furious and betrayed looks of the two teens and the adults.
"Look Harry, I'm sorry, but like I said, you're not safe here and I'm going to bring you somewhere that is safe. One day you'll thank me for this." Remus apologized, shrugging off the fact that the duo were drawing their own wands at him. Taking a deep breath, Obliviate on his tongue, he raised the wand.
Before he could utter a single syllable, there was a loud knock on the door. Dead silent, the five of them were focused completely on their standoff before the door was knocked on again, this time more forcefully, prompting Remus to hastily sheath his wand, although Harry and Hermione didn't put theirs away.
"Hello? Hermione, are you in there? It's Susan and Daphne." A soft voice sounded from the other side of the door. Everyone winced a little when they all heard the sound of something VERY heavy leaning on the door, along with the sharp sounds of wood breaking a little along with what was likely the doorway or perhaps even the door itself getting bent out of the frame.
Alright, that's done. Honestly, I'm surprised that most other fics don't have Hermione's parents pull her out of Hogwarts whenever they hear the shit that happened at Hogwarts. Like I said above, the duo died almost a dozen times (that I remember) within 3 years.
Anyway, even if they're muggles, they apparently still have final say in most, if not all matters. After all, if Harry needed the Dursleys permission for Hogsmeade, then it stands to reason that any and all muggle guardians have final say 99% of the time.
Anyway, as you can tell, I don't like Remus. Without going too into it, probably the biggest reason I dislike him is his tendency to bail on others who needed him. Sirius, Harry and Tonks, he tried to or successfully abandoned all three of them at times when they needed him.
Moving on, next chapter, we'll take a look at some world building for this story, how other witches have dealt with the fattening disease, amongst other things.