5 Wives

Hermione seemed to put many more privacy and silencing wards after locking the door. Harry wondered about that, before sitting down between his two girls.

Hermione looked at Padma. "Care to explain this to Harry?"

Padma looked a bit uneasy, but started explaining. "Dreams with sexual contents are quite common, especially among teenagers. They don't normally have any magical significance. You've probably had a few 'wet dreams' already and they didn't change anything."

Harry remembered dreaming about quite a few girls, some of whom resembled no girl he knew, waking up with those embarrassing wet spots. He nodded for Padma to continue.

"They get more significant if the parties had already seen each other naked, except for married couples, of course. They usually indicate more than just lust. They indicate a bond that needs to be completed. In certain cases, when the parties are magically powerful, the dream may be enough to advance the bond, provided both dream it at once. Some claim that in that case, they can even complete the bonds."

Hermione took Harry's hand. "I saw some blood on my knickers when I woke up, and it's not my period."

Padma seemed surprised. "Mine were also stained. Could it be that the bond completed in our dream, taking our virginity?"

"That's almost certain. Harry is very powerful, even though he seems oblivious to that. He cast a Patronus in the third year, you know."

"What kind of bond is it, anyway? I don't remember being taught anything about bonds of any kind," Harry asked, not wanting to dwell on his magical abilities.

"That wasn't clear. Maybe there could be several types of bonds, yet all of them have one thing in common – they are equivalent to marriage bonds."

"You mean to tell me that I'm now married to both of you?"

"That's the most reasonable conclusion. We can check it easily, I believe," Padma said. "Whom do you intend to make Lady Potter?"

Harry didn't even need to think of that. "Hermione, of course."

Padma seemed to expect that answer. "Hermione, try summoning the Lady Potter ring. It should appear on your finger within a few seconds, I believe."

"How would I do that?" Hermione had no knowledge about this.

"Just concentrate on the ring and wish it on your finger. That should be enough, if we're really married."

Hermione seemed to concentrate. The seconds ticked along, yet her finger stayed unadorned.

"Maybe we're not yet…" she started saying, when a ring suddenly appeared on her finger, flashing once and then resizing to fit. Hermione was engulfed in light for a moment, and then the light coalesced into a wide circle around her feet. It started moving slowly up, as if scanning her, stopping a few times and changing colours. Once it moved above her head, the circle vanished.

"What was that?" she asked.

Padma smiled, although she looked a bit worried. "Lord and Lady rings are usually embedded with some powerful magic to heal and protect their wearers. The change of colours means that it found something amiss and tried to correct it. Are you healthy?"

Hermione shrugged. "The only problem I had was my large front teeth, and that was corrected a few weeks ago."

Padma frowned at that. "If so, then the ring has probably found some spells or binds cast on you and removed them all. I wonder who cast them and why." She then brightened again. "Anyhow, Lady Potter, you are certainly married to Lord Potter and you should consummate your marriage as soon as possible, or your magic may suffer."

She now turned to Harry. "Which title will you give me, if any?"

Harry was still looking at Hermione's ring, seeming quite shocked. It took him a moment to realize he had been asked something. "I… I don't know. Do I have any other title to give you?"

Padma rolled her eyes, reminding him of Hermione once again. "Have you not read your family tree, at least? The family trees of all the prominent families in magical Britain are available at the library, and the Potter has been a very prominent family for many generations."

"I know nothing about that," Harry said, feeling bad for not even looking for such a book. He wondered if Hermione knew.

"Well, according to that book, you hold Peverell and Gryffindor lordships and probably quite a few more. Right now, it's not important which one you give me, as you can change that later, if you want."

"Then you can choose either of them."

Padma smiled. "I'll choose Gryffindor. I was almost sorted there, but I wanted to put some distance between me and my sister, so we can each become independent, and the hat agreed that my thirst for knowledge is more significant than other traits."

Harry smiled at her. "You can be Lady Gryffindor, if you like."

Padma concentrated. It took about the same time as before for a ring to appear on her finger. Just like the other, this ring flashed before resizing to fit and the circle of light scanned Padma a moment later, not stopping or changing colours even once.

"You should now summon your rings, Harry," Padma urged him.

"Wait a moment!" Hermione said. "I suspect you may have been subjected to more spells and binds than I. Wouldn't releasing them create a magical backlash?"

"It could," Padma agreed pensively.

"Then we should do something to prevent damage to the school or to us, before summoning his rings."

Hermione didn't wait. She took her wand and started casting some reinforcing spells and magic absorbing wards on the walls, floor and ceiling. She then cast another shield that engulfed her and Padma while Padma, getting the gist of Hermione's actions, used some other spells to protect the furniture.

"You can now summon your rings. Start with the Potter one," Hermione instructed him.

Not knowing what to expect, Harry stood up and summoned his Potter ring. He only waited a bit before summoning his Gryffindor ring as well, knowing that they took some time to arrive and would come one by one.

The first ring appeared on his finger and the circle of light started scanning him. It moved painfully slowly, stopping many times and flashing different colours. It barely reached his knees when the second ring appeared. Another light circle started scanning, moving up quite quickly until it merged with the first, making it brighter.

"Summon your other rings too. Just think 'I want all my rings now,' so they would come even if you don't know which titles they carry," Padma suggested.

Harry concentrated once more. The circle of light was already at his waist when the other rings appeared, some going to his other hand for lack of finger space, and several circles of light formed in rapid succession, quickly ascending and merging with the one near his waist, making it much brighter. It continued ascending slowly, flashing almost continuously. It then stopped near heart level. Several flashes later, Harry noticed that the room seemed to suffer distinct damage. Most of the furniture was broken to some extent, yet the two girls were well protected by a shield that looked almost solid.

The circle of light moved a bit faster now, yet still flashed different colours. It stopped for a moment at eye level and then moved up again and stopped at his famous scar. Harry felt a sharp pain, as if a knife was stabbing his forehead, and he cried in agony. He started seeing some scenes from the night he had got that scar, like the time he'd learned to cast the Patronus, or the times he'd been close to dementors, only they were more vivid and more painful. His sight blurred as the pain was making him lose conscience, but it cleared a moment later, as he felt four slender arms hugging him fiercely. He felt utterly loved and felt his love for the two girls – his wives – rising. He then heard a shrill cry, like the one he had heard when Voldemort left Quirrell or when he stabbed the diary, as some dark substance seemed to come out of his scar. The pain mounted again, reaching too high for him to bear and he collapsed.

Harry woke up on the sofa they had previously sat on, but now it was longer and wider. His head was resting on Hermione's thighs while Padma was holding his legs. Harry still felt a bit dazed, unsure of what had passed and wondering if this was not just an elaborate dream. "What happened?" he groaned.

"Something came out of your scar and was abolished by the rings, but it was probably very painful, as you fainted. Luckily, we were there to hold you before you could fall," Padma explained, while Hermione was looking at his eyes and his face, as if checking him over. "How do you feel now?" she asked.

"A bit dazed, but fine, I think."

"Can you stand up and walk a bit?"

Harry was reluctant to leave his warm and comfortable perch, but sat up, waited a moment for the dizziness to pass, and then stood up and took a few steps back and forth. "I'm fine. I even feel better than usual."

"Do you see clearly?"

"Yes. I can see everything perfectly, even better than before."

He then noticed that his eyeglasses were still in Hermione's hand and that he was wearing no eyeglasses. "What does it mean?" he asked.

"The rings healed all they could, including your eyes," Padma explained. "Now, don't you feel a bit horny, just thinking of having us as your wives, to see naked every day and to shag as much as you want, to take shower or bath with any of us or both?"

Harry felt his body respond to the images she was putting in his mind. "Well, I do…"

Padma looked at Hermione. "There's still enough time until lunch. Do you want to be his first?"

Hermione blushed but nodded. She used her wand to remove all her clothes at once, making them fold neatly on a nearby chair, and then cast a spell on herself, resulting in some bluish fog, before using the previous spell on Harry as well, leaving them both naked and facing each other.

Nobody had ever taught him what he should do in such a situation. He wasn't even expected to encounter such a situation at least for another year. Harry felt a bit of panic, yet Hermione stepped forward, engulfing him in a tight hug that made his panic vanish at once. It all went quite naturally from that moment on. Hermione initiated a kiss and he responded eagerly. His hands started roaming, caressing her body just as her hands did with his. Soon enough they moved to the sofa. Harry continued caressing, kissing, licking, and enticing her until she would take no more. She grabbed his erect manhood and shoved it into her entrance, pushing him all the way in with her legs. It took both a moment to get accustomed to the new feelings that engulfed them, before Hermione told him, "Move!"

It was like a primal dance, with both responding to some unheard music, or so it seemed to Padma. By the time they reached their peak, both seemed to glow brightly. Harry felt as if he and Hermione had become one in some ways, despite staying two distinct people. Hermione kept hugging him tightly long after her peak, unwilling to let go of the man who had just become a part of her.

After resting for a while, still engulfed in a mutual hug, they reluctantly let go of each other. Padma cast a spell on the sofa, widening it even further, and climbed at Harry's other side.

She didn't need to say anything. Harry turned in her direction as if attracted by a magnet. His erection returned as soon as his eyes noticed the darker beauty laying naked at his side, expecting to become his in the deepest meaning of the word.

Harry started caressing her, but Padma was already too enticed by what she had witnessed before. She just spread her legs and urged him in. Harry didn't need to be told twice. He resumed that primal dance with his new partner, both reaching their peak quite quickly. As they were calming down from their peak, Hermione cuddled back into Harry's side and the three fell promptly asleep.