oooOOOoooOOOooo Chapter 30
Two days later, Harry had a completely different reason to be nervous. It was Valentine's Day. It was Harry's first Valentine's Day with not only a girlfriend but a fiance. Two of them. He thought long and hard about what he wanted to gift his beautiful ladies. It would be easy to gift them another piece of ancient Slytherin jewelry or a priceless item made of basilisk flesh. His heart felt empty at both trite gifts.
He was so uncertain about what to do that he still didn't have a gift the morning of. He finally decided to call his mother-in-law to find out what to do. It might have been a panic call at 6am, Nice time.
"Harry? Fils? What is wrong?" asked Julia as she sat up in bed. The beautiful woman looked even more gorgeous with her hair a mess and her eyes heavy with sleep. Harry didn't notice.
"I need help?" said Harry, sounding frantic.
"Do you need me to get Jean Claude? Jean Claude!" Julia called. The man hurried out of the bathroom to see what had his wife so upset. He saw Harry and was sure something terrible had happened.
"Son, what is it?" asked Jean Claude, worriedly.
"Julia," Harry started.
"Mama," she said. Harry couldn't help but smile, even if he did immediately frown again.
"Mama, Papa, I need your help!" Harry said, pulling his own hair.
"What is it?" asked Jean Claude.
"I don't have a gift for Hermione and Gabrielle!" said the wailing boy. Jean Claude blinked then he burst out laughing. Julia was smiling, too, but she smacked Jean Claude's arm lightly.
"It is not funny. This is his first Valentine's Day in love!" said the woman.
"Couldn't you give them another piece of that jewelry from your holdings or a hat to match their basilisk hide bags?" asked Jean Claude.
Both Julia and Harry frowned at him. Jean Claude swallowed hard. Now he was rethinking his own gift of expensive perfume and chocolates.
"That is so materialistic, my love. This must be a special Valentine's Day. They will soon complete the ritual and will be wed," said Julia.
Jean Claude ignored the reminder of the ritual. He wanted to see it done and fast. His own family would never be safe again if that monster walked the Earth once more.
"What do you suggest?" asked Harry desperately.
"Oh, my darling, they would be happy with a mere kiss. Have you told them you love them yet?" asked Julia, gently.
Jean Claude looked to the heavens. He could have saved almost 5,000 galleons with an idea like that. Perhaps it wasn't too late.
"I haven't. Should I have? Oh gods, I am such a terrible fiance! I love them so much and I've never said it?" Harry said, panicking. "I should have said it when I asked them to marry me!"
"It would have been a good time but now is also a good time," said Julia.
"That won't be enough though, will it? I need to give them a gift, too," said Harry, his nerves jangling at the reminder.
"What about something for your home? I know the gift of the pictures of Gabrielle and all of you together is one of my prized possessions," said Julia.
Harry sat up quickly. "I know where I can get a bunch of antiques. Just, a whole house full if we need it. They even said they wanted that!"
Jean Claude noticed his wife's smile. She loved antiques, too. It wasn't too late for him to find one for her today.
"That they did," said Julia. "Find something that calls to your heart. It will call to theirs as well."
Harry noticed the wistful look on her face. Harry glanced at Jean Claude who was also watching her. The man looked ashamed. He found her a gift from his wallet, not from his heart. He could see it was something she longed for.
"That's an excellent idea. Thank you, mama. Can I talk to papa for a moment, privately?" asked Harry.
Julia looked gently at the boy. "Of course," she said. She handed the mirror over and climbed from bed. She wrapped herself in her luxurious acromantula silk robe and gave Jean Claude a look of promise as she went to the bathroom. "Don't be too long," she said.
Jean Claude felt his heart race. That just made him feel more guilty. She was certainly giving him exactly what he wanted, a gift that made his heart feel fit to bursting.
As soon as she was gone from the room, Jean Claude turned his attention back to Harry.
"Yes, son?" he asked, distractedly. He was trying to think of what else to get his lady love.
"Would it be appropriate for me to choose a gift for all of the ladies of our family?" he asked. Jean Claude blinked.
"You would do that?" asked the man.
"If you have time during Hermione's arithmancy class, I'd be glad to let you choose a gift for mama, as well," said Harry, gently. He could tell Jean Claude was no longer happy with his own planned gift.
Jean Claude smiled. Harry was such a good kid. "I'd love that. What time will you be available?"
"Hermione's class is at 11am," Harry said.
"Perfect. That would be 12pm here. I will speak with you during my lunch," said Jean Claude, smiling. "Now, go make yourself look and smell nice. Remind them that they are both something special but so are you."
Harry swallowed thickly and agreed. Jean Claude laughed after he closed the mirror. He walked swiftly towards the siren song of shower water hitting the floor.
Harry met both his ladies at breakfast. He saw Bill looking at Fleur with love in his eyes. Fleur giggled and leaned closer.
Harry would have rolled his eyes but he couldn't. He was too busy staring at the visions of loveliness beside him. He presented them both with a single red rose and a box of the finest chocolates Dobby could make. They were surprisingly beautiful and delicious. Both girls blushed and giggled at the gift.
"Our gift for you will come during our practice session for the Trois Amants Purifier ritual tonight," said Hermione, seductively. Harry's brain short circuited at the thought of what such a gift might be.
Harry felt both of his ladies put a hand on his thigh. He gulped thickly and tried to act normal. Bill caught his look and grinned. Harry decided to cut Bill in.
"Bill, I need your help at 11am, if you're free," said Harry.
"Sure thing, little bro," said a grinning Bill.
Harry turned back to letting his ladies feed him strawberries dipped in fresh cream. He returned the favor by feeding them small bits of chocolate.
At a quarter 'til 11am, Harry, Moody, and Kingsley hurried back to Harry's rooms. He grabbed his mirror and found Bill waiting for him at the exit to Gryffindor tower.
"Ready?" asked Harry, anxiously.
"For what?" asked Bill.
"To get our ladies the best present we can manage? It needs to be something special. I was thinking of getting a present for each lady in our families and making it a joint gift from us all," said Harry.
Bill laughed. "I like your style. Where are we finding these super special presents? Got some new hidden place to show me?"
"I wish. That would be something special, wouldn't it? If we could go somewhere special?" asked Harry.
"Not on a school night. Fleur and Hermione would never allow it," said Bill, disappointedly. "Too bad there isn't a Valentine's Ball."
"Yeah," said Harry. He led Bill up to the corridor with The Room of Lost Things.
"Harry, you're brilliant," said Bill when he saw the door. "With all of the excitement, I pretty much forgot about this place."
Harry wasn't trying to ignore Bill, he was just thinking very hard about how nice it would be to go on a real romantic date with his ladies. It wasn't something he'd want the pressure of all the time but his ladies were so special. They were giving their lives up for him. He wished he could show them how much he appreciated that. He was concentrating on it as he walked back and forth in front of The Room of Lost things. To him, spending time with his ladies was the most magical possibility of all.
Suddenly, the door appeared. Harry blinked.
Bill thought he was ready to enter The Room of Lost Things. He opened the door and gasped at what he saw.
"What's this?" asked Bill.
It was the most gorgeous scene he had ever seen. A long private beach with the setting sun captured in tableau across a sparkling sea. The clouds were painted with romantic shades of pink, red, and purple. Somehow, the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower rose over the beach with a sweet smelling garden edging the sand.
Harry gasped. "It's what I was thinking of!" said Harry.
"You wanted the Eiffel Tower on the beach?" asked Bill. "Where did all of the stuff go?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "I just wished I could take my ladies to the Eiffel Tower because I know Hermione would love it and the beach because I know Gabrielle would love it."
Moody stomped forward. Kingsley just peeked around the door and stood back to the side. His own love would be waiting for him when he got off at 5pm. Moody might be willing to work around the clock but Kingsley had a life.
"This is madness," said Moody.
"Let me try," said Bill. He pulled Harry out of the room and shut the door. It disappeared. Bill walked back and forth, trying to imagine something just as fanciful. He opened the door and laughed heartily.
There was a beautiful table for two in the middle of the clouds. A dance floor lit by stars with a heart shaped moon above filled the room. Little white and pink doves cooed a serenade. Harry gaped.
"You have a much better imagination than I do," said Harry.
"I've just had more experience with what ladies like. This is perfect! Harry, we can have that dance after all! A private one with just our ladies and maybe the twins and Angelina?" asked Bill.
"Sure, as long as Neville, Hannah, and Susan can come, too. Do you think the food in here is edible?"
"Wouldn't chance it," said Moody. "Conjured food tastes good but it has no nutritional value."
"Dobby would probably help us with a romantic dinner," said Bill.
"Dobby?" Harry called. The elf popped in the room. He looked around in wonder at the room.
"Mr. Harry, this is being the most beautiful place in all of the places Dobby has ever seen!"
"Bill deserves the credit. This place is his idea. We were just wondering if you might be able to provide us with a romantic feast for this room tonight for about 12-14 people? Unless you have someone to invite, Moody? Do you want to bring your love, Kingsley?
Moody thought about it. "Come out here and let me try something," Moody said.
Everyone stepped out and the door disappeared again. Moody paced the corridor.
They opened the door and gasped. The room was suddenly a tropical paradise with multiple levels of private tables and dance floors spread all around. A triple waterfall fell down the center of the room and the scent of jasmine and hyacinth floated like a cloud in a dream. A cloudless sky was filled with so many stars it looked like the sky was twinkling like a field of diamonds. A small moon that glittered with multi-colored lights sat above each individual space. A flock of pink and white phoenixes sang the most loving and sweet song any of the men had ever heard. A soft piano sound filled the room, playing popular and classic melodies. A set of pegasi waited with an open sleigh beside the door, filled with soft pillows and a warm blanket waiting for whoever might want to take a ride.
Bill looked at Moody. "You old romantic, I never knew," he said.
Moody grumped. "Just go inside and shut the door. I want to see if the door can be found when you wish it can't be."
Bill happily went inside while everyone else waited outside. The door disappeared behind him. Moody stumped up and down the hallway, trying to make it reappear but nothing, no matter what he thought of. Moody was satisfied.
After about five minutes, Bill opened the door.
"Nothing," said Moody. Bill grinned.
"You're bringing a date then?"
"If she's free," said Moody, cagily.
"I'd love to bring my partner. Let's plan for two of the sleighs. I know he'll want to try that. Maybe have the waterfalls let out at Harry's beach?"
"But without the Eiffel Tower. We'll plan that for another date," said a winking Bill.
"Perfect," said Harry, staring once more at the beautiful scene.
"Let's get those presents and surprise our loves," said Bill.
Everyone happily agreed.
Harry shut the door and it disappeared again. He thought of The Room of Lost Things. He found everything back exactly as it was before.
"Let me call Jean Claude," said Harry. He pulled out his mirror and called his soon-to-be father-in-law. Jean Claude answered with a smile. He was in a rather good mood after such a special morning.
"Son. It is lovely to see you. Thank you for including me," he said.
"Of course, papa. I want mama to be happy, too," said Harry.
"You are a bon fils," said Jean Claude.
Harry wasn't sure about that. He was at least partially self motivated. He wanted Jean Claude's help picking out the right thing for all of the ladies.
The next hour was the equivalent of a shopping spree. Harry found two gifts each for every lady in the family, a small box of gifts for his ladies, and he managed to help Jean Claude find the perfect gifts for Julia and Neomie, too. All of the men found at least two gifts for their loves, though Bill took a page out of Harry's book and got a small box of things for Fleur. If all went well, they'd be setting up a house together next year. A thoughtful Harry even included a gift for the twins and Neville to share with their loves, if they wanted to.
Possibly the best thing they found in the room was a wardrobe packed full of antique gowns covered in sparkling crystals and jewels of all sizes and colors and antique robes for men in velvet and brocade.
Harry promised to send Jean Claude's gifts and the gifts for the ladies of their family in France along right away with Hedwig. The man had to go back to work but he did so with a spring in his step.
"Dobby?" Harry asked. The elf appeared.
"Do you know any elves who can sew pretty well? We'd like to take these old clothes and make them like new for tonight." said Harry.
"Yes, sir, Tweak would be an excellent elf to help youse. She is being a goddess, a lady with skilled hands and soft ears," said Dobby, dreamily.
Harry recognized that look. It was the look he saw on his own face when he thought of his ladies.
"Dobby, is Tweak your girlfriend?" asked Harry.
Dobby blushed and giggled. "Dobby could only be so lucky. Dobby cannot be asking such a thing of Tweak. Dobby loves her, yes he does, but elves mate for life. Tweak would be devastated when Dobby went away to France," said the now sad looking elf.
"Would she want to come, too? She'd be welcome," said Harry.
Dobby looked at Harry with so much hope and hero worship in his eyes, Harry wanted to cringe away.
"You would be doing that for Dobby?"
"I just want you to be happy," said Harry. Dobby jumped forward and hugged Harry's knees.
Harry blushed while Moody shook his head at this kid, making everyone's dreams come true. Even Moody was feeling hopeful about his love potential tonight. Madame Rosmerta had shown him love and appreciation long before his face became much more handsome. He bet the boy would let him bring her to France, too. She was almost ready to retire. Maybe it was something to think about?
"Erm, right. Can you talk to Tweak for us? Here's the clothes," said Harry, waving at what they'd chosen.
"Let me just put a note with Fleur's measurements and my own on it," said Bill. Moody and Kingsley did the same.
"I don't know my measurements or Hermione and Gabrielle's. Do you know the twins and Angelina's? I doubt any of us know Neville, Hannah, and Susan's," said Harry.
"Dobby be knowing," said the elf. He snapped his fingers and a parchment and quill appeared. Dobby wrote down the measurements for everyone.
"Do you want to bring Tweak to hangout with us tonight?" asked Harry.
"That would mean the world to Dobby and Tweak," said the elf with misty eyes.
"Then, let's plan on it. Everyone, be at Harry's rooms at 6pm for dinner? Then we can dance the night away," said Bill.
No one had a complaint about that.
Soon enough the witching hour was upon them. After classes, Harry had a package waiting for each of his ladies.
"What is this, mon ami? You already gave us our gifts, didn't you?" asked Gabrielle.
"Your first gifts, yes," said Harry, smiling. He was nervous and excited about tonight. "You have a few more special gifts to come."
Gabrielle couldn't help it. She loved gifts. She grinned at Harry and looked at the box in her favorite color, cornflower blue like her eyes. Hermione shook her own glittering bronze box.
"Go on, open it," said a smiling Harry. The girls dug into their gifts.
"Oh, mon ami!" said Gabrielle. She pulled out an absolutely gorgeous purple and gold brocade medieval style dress and a pointed hat with a long veil. The entire ensemble, including silk slippers, was covered in the most beautiful shards of clear quartz crystal and amethyst.
Hermione couldn't speak. She pulled her own deep blue and silver gown with matching slippers. Her gown was covered in little pieces of rose quartz and pieces of sapphire.
Hermione looked at Harry, happy but confused.
"Just, go to your rooms, please. Plan to meet me back down here no later than 5:55pm?" he said. "I'm taking you both somewhere special."
"Harry, it's a school night," said Hermione, reluctantly.
"And I promise we'll be home by 10pm," said Harry, sincerely.
Gabrielle took Hermione's hand. She smiled at the other girl. Hermione's frown turned upside down. "It's our first Valentine's day, cheri."
Hermione's face softened. "Alright. But we still have our gift to give you tonight, too. We'll need time to make it special."
"I can't wait," said a breathless Harry. Both girls giggled and hurried away with their fabulous new clothes.
At 5:50pm, Harry was pacing at the base of his stairs inside his travel trunk home. Moody was watching him with a smirk, Madam Rosmerta was sitting at his side, with her own beautiful gown made of layers of iridescent butter yellow material with little citrine crystals sewn into a design on the bodice. She couldn't help but smile at the nervous young man before her.
Harry heard something on the stairs. He looked up and choked. He started coughing but couldn't take his eyes off of his ladies. They stood at the top of the stars, arm in arm, their gorgeous outfits fit them both like a glove, showing off all of their best assets. Their veils trailed from their pointed hats, floating around them as they floated down the stairs towards Harry.
He couldn't move. His eyes darted wildly between them, the same look of wonder on his face for them both.
He stepped forward and held his hands out, helping them down the last few steps. "My beautiful ladies," he said. His tongue was too tied to say more. The girls felt the same way about him.
Harry wore a dark gray crushed velvet three-piece suit with tails. He had a matching flat cap with a gorgeous white feather tucked in. He looked like a dream.
The teens kissed, complimenting one another profusely. They all looked even better than they had at the Yule Ball. Hermione's hair was so long when straightened, it fell to her hips. Gabrielle curled her hair until it was a cascade of loose curls and waves.
"Time to go," said Moody at 6pm exactly. He turned and offered a hand to Madam Rosmerta. She smiled sweetly and let herself be helped to her feet.
The group went outside and found Kingsley waiting with his partner, Marcus, a striking Greek man with pure black hair in a braid down his back in contrast to Kingsley's shining bald head. They went out the door to the Gryffindor Common Room where everyone looked at them curiously. The twins were waiting with Angelina.
"Where's Neville?" asked Harry.
"He's in the hall with Susan and Hannah," said Fred, grinning. He'd been spinning wild tales about where they were going tonight. The truth was he didn't know.
Harry nodded. He found Neville, Hannah, and Susan waiting.
"Hey guys," said Harry. Neville looked slightly uncomfortable but Hannah and Susan looked like the princesses they felt like.
"Hey Harry. Where are we going again?" asked Neville.
"Somewhere special," said Harry. They started walking down the hallway. They arrived at the corridor with the Room of Requirement. Hermione looked confused.
"We're terribly dressed up to go here, aren't we?" she asked.
Harry laughed. "Just wait. Moody? Please?"
"How many couples do we have?" he asked.
"We have three throuples and four couples, I think," said Harry. "Dobby?"
Dobby and Tweak appeared. Dobby was in a miniature outfit that matched Harry's except it was brilliant pink in color. Tweak was dressed in a vibrant blue tea cozy that was literally covered in dangling crystals. Each elf had a box of food.
Moody didn't mention the outfits. He just nodded and got to work. He thought hard and pulled no punches. Even the door that appeared was special. It had a panel of stained glass with a red and pink heart set in the center.
He opened the door and did a sweep of the inside before he stood back and opened the way. Everyone walked into the room and was momentarily frozen by the beauty of the space. Moody had managed to make the space even more beautiful. A glittering pink full moon sat over the addition of a sparkling sea with waves so gentle, they barely pushed the water forward, though they created a million spots for light to sparkle on in the distance.
There were levels of private balconies covered in sweet smelling flowers that grew in wild bunches that gave the feeling of being in a private garden. The balconies overlooked the white sand beach glowing in the moonlight. Waterfalls flowed all around the balconies, while a swarm of singing phoenixes flew through the star filled sky.
The couples were taken in by the romance of the scene. Soon, everyone was standing around kissing and whispering to one another. Harry sighed with happiness. This was more like it.
Three hours later, Harry was stuffed full of fancy, delicious food. His feet hurt from dancing for so long. The sleigh pulled up to their private space and waited for them to take their turn for a ride through the stars.
Harry helped his ladies aboard and cuddled in between them.
"This is magical, Harry. I can't believe you gave us such an exquisite gift," said Hermione. She no longer cared if she got to bed at a decent hour tonight. This was the most romantic experience of her life.
Gabrielle sighed contentedly and started kissing Harry's neck. Harry shivered at the feeling. He took each of their hands and moved so he could see them both at once.
He had an entire speech prepared but when he looked at the most beautiful ladies in the entire world, the three most important words slipped out.
"I love you," he said with so much sincerity, both girls instantly melted. A long kissing session ensued, mixed with exaltations of love from all three of them.
When kissing and words of affirmation slowed, Harry was relaxing contentedly between his ladies. That's when he remembered.
"I almost forgot to give you your gifts," said Harry.
Hermione shook her head ruefully while Gabrielle just laughed brightly.
"What additional gift could we possibly hope for, mon ami?" asked Gabrielle with shining, smiling eyes.
"These," Harry said, simply. He pulled two small boxes out of his pockets. He handed one to each, tapping them to resize them. They floated a little closer to the faux moon to gain better lighting.
Hermione looked at a box full of miniature books, bookcases, and other library type things, along with a pair of tiny antique secretariat desks and absolutely adorable miniature chairs. Gabrielle had a box of magnificent miniature antique furniture, paintings, and sculptures.
"What is this? Did you buy us a doll house?" asked Hermione, confused. Gabrielle wasn't confused. She grabbed Harry around the neck and hugged him fiercely before she turned back to the box.
"It's really a joint present for both of you but I thought you'd like to each open a box. They're shrunken right now but you can resize them when we get home to the enclave or decorate the travel trunk for now," said Harry.
Hermione squeed. She started resizing and shrinking the books one-by-one to read the titles. Gabrielle was too busy kissing Harry again to bother.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried, stealing her turn to kiss him. That led to another kissing session for all three of them.
When their carriage landed, everyone was waiting for them. There was so much cooing and kissing going on, Harry had to laugh. Even the elves were cuddled up with their ears joined together to make a heart shape. It was kind of adorable. Every single partner of Harry's accomplices were holding a box with something priceless in it.
"Are we ready? It's 10:30pm," said Moody. They all honestly just wanted to get somewhere more private to continue the party alone.
Harry helped his ladies step down, just as Kingsley and Marcus' carriage landed. The two men were holding one another, gazing out at the gorgeous sea. They sighed disappointedly and climbed out of the carriage.
Harry and his ladies disappeared upstairs to his room when they arrived back at the travel trunk.
"Let us show you how much we love you, too, Harry," said a purring Hermione.
"All in the name of practice, of course," said Gabrielle in a sexy timber.
"Tonight is a special night," said Hermione.
"You made us feel so special, mon ami," said Gabrielle. "We will do something special for you, too."
The two girls sat Harry on the bed. They turned to one another and started to kiss slowly. Gabrielle slowly and carefully undressed Hermione. Harry practically drooled when she was down to her authentic chemise. Gabrielle stood behind her and undid the final ribbons, holding Hermione's last article of covering away. Her beautiful, somewhat small, breasts were exposed, as were her tiny little pink panties. The two girls kissed again until all three of them started to moan. Then, Hermione did the same for Gabrielle.
The two desirous women turned to look at Harry. He looked so aroused, he might just swallow his tongue.
"Now, you, mon ami," Gabrielle said with a desperate whimper.
The girls approached Harry and pulled him to stand.
"Chant, love," said Hermione. Harry chanted but it sounded more like a prayer as his girls carefully removed each article of clothing from him until he stood in his tented boxes. They used their mouths on each new part of him that was exposed. Harry barely had his clothes off before he felt his release build and spill over. He gasped his love for them as they groaned their desire for him.
He pulled his girls to standing and returned the favor. Their chants sounded like desperate pleas as he used his hands and his mouth on their beautiful breasts. They orgasmed from the feel of his tongue and hands on their soft flesh.
They fell into Harry's bed in a gasping pile. They felt so deeply connected, it was like something had snapped into place. Perhaps the best gift they gave Harry was the warmth of their embrace while they slept. He slept like a baby for the first time since before his parents died.