"'Meet the parents' is great with one girl. The real disadvantage of multiple women in a relationship is twofold. One is double or worse with their issues and they outnumber you. Second are the families you gain. Now mothers-in-laws are not that bad, but every single father will want to kill you for even looking at their daughter and you would do the same in their place. Even if the guy doesn't want to disembowel you, it will take time and effort to not be in their bad book. Now while some would say things about a shovel, I will say that while a shovel can be used to bludgeon as well as dig the graves that I find blades and those beetles you were all shiny eyed over to be far more efficient." - Harry confiding to Neville on why one needs more trust and understanding in complicated relationships.
On stepping through the barrier, Harry felt the usual shift in crossing a magical ward especially with the number of wards in place here. It was almost enough to jar the thought of Hermione and about how she at one time would have incited reckless rebellion, revolution, and resentment in regards to House elves and their supposed slavery. It was funny that the girl that at one time would have loudly shouted out her rage at the state of things had for the most part willingly submitted to him. It was in what the world could have been if she had continued without his involvement. The lack of her peers involvement in her life would have likely led to a great trust in authority who would have eventually one could hope curbed the verbal abuse her so-called peers had for her. Hermione did have the flaw that once her loyalty was given that it took a truly epic incident to remove it. Unfortunately, given the way in which their world seemed like such a dark, sadistic, and sick place, Hermione likely would have become a female Percival in regards to worshipping authority.
Harry almost doubted that Hermione would have balked at what some might have called mere rape instead of the horrific betrayal of all trust and responsibility one had. Hermione had a need both to submit and to dominate which in a hierarchy such as the Ministry meant she would submit to what actions her superiors took while being even worse than that hack of a toad shaped whore that likely was closer to the corrupt and easily led around minister's cock than her putrid colored sweaters clinging to her Mollyesque shape. Harry almost felt a bit of disquiet that Hermione could have been someone else's eager follower. It was only encompassed by that sinister thrill he felt in acquiring her before the other players realized her real worth and not the dismissive on her birth opinion.
It took a bit, but Harry managed not to radiate these thoughts and he was certain that he was not bodily shouting out before her parents that he had been screwing her every possibly way while doing such kinky to even depraved things as he had much to her sated and spent satisfaction. Meeting Vincent Granger while madly grinning with a lingering afterglow on both of them was not something that he wanted to do, and Harry didn't doubt that the dentist would hesitate to inform him that if he hurt his precious little girl that Harry would suffer a non anesthesia induced removal of most if not all of his teeth after drilling through the crowns painfully amidst other things. Besides, Vin and June were more than just their professional selves were, and he knew that from there being more than just recreational riders.
Harry didn't want to know more about things unless they told him about it, but he did have a suspicion from how in shape they seemed to be that they could be real wild. He wouldn't put it past Vin to be able to groin stomp and throw down better than any rowdy football hooligan. He had been at their home before and while he did notice that they had things locked up in areas that they didn't have poseur clothing. Therefore, Harry knew that while they were very good at their jobs and very professional when at work that they knew how to be as serious in other things as that as well as not being the sort that acted all tough. Ok, so he may have discovered that one of the sex toys the girls wanted he had seen in their room which was likely misplaced and not locked up away from their young and at the time somewhat innocent hands.
All of that would have been great and it was, as Alice hadn't discovered him there or the toy in question, just one of those events that could have been embarrassing even to his at the time near disinterested and emotionally repressed self. Reflecting on it, Harry was lucky because Alice had as Anne made her decision far too soon for his taste. As things had developed, Harry had been reluctant to acquiesce to their more sexual desires. He had felt that the ritualistically useful things should have been enough, but the cumulative effects of the magic in his body and the exponential increase in hormones and development had worn him down too much to resist for much longer. Thinking back, he could have likely almost been jumped by them more than he had, and unfortunately, Dudley and his posse had soured enough girls that except for that other gang of boys not yet having their balls drop entirely clouding their judgment as well as their less certain to brutally stomp Dudley leaving Harry as their savior to be the best choice. Anne had shocked him and Harry had suspected that with her greater submissive yet leading tendencies that if she had gone just a hesitant hair slower that Anne would have worked him to the point of no return even back then.
Grateful that his balls were still tingling and empty as well as Molly having the physical presence to almost douse any libido except it seems from Arthur and that could have been a few years back, Harry smiled as he saw Hermione with her parents. Now while they could have looked all rough and tough, the two Dr. Granger were in socially presentable and even somewhat dressed up clothes. Likely, they were going to stop with Hermione at a suitably posh restaurant to celebrate their precious daughter being home for some of the summer. They were well off enough to have memorable celebrations especially when Hermione had tied for first in their year with her close friend. There was the slight possibility that they would have invited him with to dinner, but considering they were almost on the cusp of entering their teen years, what father would be willing to have a boy sniffing near their daughter even if they had been friends for several years.
"Hello Drs. Granger," Harry said as he walked up to them with an excited Hermione by their side. "It is good to see you both again."
Harry had barely managed to finish that and started to move to properly great them when Hermione spun about and lunged pulling him into a fierce hug which while pleasant was a bit of an attention getter. It felt marvelous feeling his happy, intelligent, and loving girlfriend wrap her arms and body around him. his quick glance at both of her parents didn't leave him with too much worry. Hermione looked like a younger June and from what he could see, they would have a very long and enjoyable life together. Sure, he was very certain that Hermione was very like her or was it just a case of like mother like daughter. Either way from the approving looks that June was showing Harry wouldn't have much trouble with Hermione's far too attractive mother.
After the very heated encounter with Amelia, Harry was starting to lose some of his notions in regards to women as well as young ladies. Of course, Harry had a few memorable sexual explorations with Sarah, but that woman would likely have little to no squicks left. He was aware that the boys and girls were rather enjoying servicing and being serviced with her body. Harry wasn't likely to fuck her often since the available number of willing and eager partners seemed rather large. Enough of their peers as well as Alice and Anne would be very happy to enjoy him being buried between their thighs. As it was, Harry was more concerned with keeping those that inevitably snuck into his bed from causing issues.
No matter how he shook it, Harry had a large number of employees and he was grateful that while he had the worry of them wanting sex that they didn't seem to believe it would influence him in their jobs. At worst, Harry realized most of the sexually active and promiscuous ones were more interested in the rumors of his prowess that Alice had shared with Anne's usual lack of restraint in the gritty details. Alice was for the most part a more twisted and bloodthirsty version of her cousin, but they were equally aware of time management so it was highly likely that he would have a schedule of who would be entertaining him.
"Hello Harry it has been a while," June said looking fondly at the two together while trying to see where Harry, Alice and Hermione fit together in her mind. "Hermione dear, perhaps you shouldn't be trying to crush Harry in a hug like that especially considering you just saw him a few minutes ago. Considering that I know that you didn't have many friends before your cousin Alice brought Harry over that one day, I can understand that you want to make sure that he is still real, but I hope you realize that hug might be a bit embarrassing in a few years."
"Mother," Hermione snapped irritably without releasing her hug, "stop trying to embarrass Harry! Why would hugging my best friend embarrass me? I am proud to have such a good friend even if those two troublemakers met him first. Besides, so what if he is a boy and I am a girl. It is not as if we were dating or anything like that, honestly. Sure having a male best friend might be a bit complicated in a few years based on what some of the older girls say, but better to have one that won't give you rubbish and rot about guy codes than leave his friend to suffer through things. You wouldn't want me to suddenly get swept up by some jerk later now would you?"
"You have a point dear, but remember that Vincent doesn't want to deal with those things just yet," June said as she watched Hermione slightly ease up yet maintain the hug around the oddly not panicking boy. "Guys are a lot like boys and while Harry here doesn't have any female relatives that we know about, I don't doubt based on what you have told us and that we have seen when he visits that he would be too tolerant of people bothering his friends. It would probably be even a stronger reaction if he had a little sister or cousin."
"Actually I do have one, Mrs. Granger. We didn't know about each other really until school, but considering whom some of our mutual relations are that is understandable," Harry said from where Hermione was not too reluctantly refraining from doing more than maintain that pleasant hug where he was only keeping his hands in proper places much to her father's relief. "I think you might have met them already, but for some reason they never visited although with the Dursleys being as prejudicial and close minded as they can be that is understandable. I would hate to force anyone to deal with Vernon and the rumors some former classmates parents heard about him and how two faced he can be I can understand their hesitation."
"That would be why you spent most of your time elsewhere with friends than in that sterile house," Hermione said with a disgusted look on her face as she relaxed into just standing with her arm around his waist. "Alice let me see a picture and I was grateful that when I visited that we never had to go in there. That house looked like one would expect, but there was no real personality almost as if someone filled their lives with stuff that looked important without really caring about things. From what Alice told me, they want to be as perfectly ordinary and average as possible while also enjoying what they want. Not to insult any of the presents and things I have, but Dudley is the perfect stereotype of a spoiled bullying brat who expects everything he wants at the moment. I don't know how you turned out like you have, but I don't doubt that if those loathsome people had done worse than tell such horrible lies about your parents that Alice and Anne would have made enough of a stink about it. I suppose since they knew about your parents that the possibility of future retribution stymied their possibly contemplated fear induced actions."
June looked at Harry with interest at this even as Harry seemed to try to soothe Hermione quick before he shifted to look at them. She could see something there in his eyes that an iron will was present beyond just the already being sculpted with muscle form that was confidently standing before her. There was something more she saw there that brought a smile to her face. Even if they weren't dating now, Harry was the sort that was at least somewhat gentlemanly in his actions. June doubted that he would not act if he saw someone in harm or at least not damsels in distress. She had seen something like that in her Vin's eyes when he had proceeded to beat the beastly buffoon who had tried to accost her. That she had gave the miscreant her own beating before the two had shockingly practically tore their clothes off and rutted against the blood-splattered wall was irrelevant.
It seemed that Harry had hidden depths and would be in some ways the kind of man Hermione would need when she grew up. More satisfyingly, Harry seemed to lack any of Vincent's submissive leanings, which had caused June to look occasionally for someone to better dominate her when she felt those urges. The mother in her wanted her daughter to be safe and happy. Matchmaking seemed like something she would be denied since it seemed that these two would likely realize things for themselves as they grew up. Perhaps while their lover visited them in France, she could see how Hermione felt about such things since June would have to have been blind not to see some of the chemistry between them as well as Alice had with both of them. It would be hypocritical of her to rant about Hermione doing anything that she had done, but that did not mean that she wouldn't try to help her miss any of the pitfalls she had fallen into in her life.
"I can see where such a logical conclusion would be reached by you, Hermione," Harry said with a slight smile gracing his lips. "Honestly, Mrs. Granger, while things might not have been the best, they have gotten better over the years and the attention that Dudley's ineptitude in bullying others has helped. They don't believe it per se, but even they are not completely oblivious. Still Dudley is a nuisance that took a fair bit of organizing among the rest of us kids to keep from becoming an issue. Unfortunately, it can be a bad thing that some parents don't want to see the problems that are there. Thankfully, I can use simple logic and can almost always go with doing the opposite of what they would do. It seems like a good rule considering how they act differently depending on how they view who they are dealing with at the time."
"So your home life is nowhere near as bad as it was, well that is something at least even if any proper mother would feel revulsion for any child being in a bad situation," June said as she gave her daughters likely future boyfriend a look over as well as a more thorough analysis of his past interactions. "At least it hasn't caused you too much trouble, but they are your family and should act like it. I take it that part of the problem is that you are gifted and they are not?"
"You would be right about that and Aunt Petunia was despite her current opinions jealous and envious of her sister, but the past few years seem to have had a calming effect," Harry said as he was being distracted from Hermione being so close to him as well as what his learned behavior for such closeness was initiating through his body. "Thinking back on it, I would say that she had a very bad encounter that soured things besides not being the favored daughter. Given how some of our classmates act even more rambunctious and with our gifts helping to remove lasting effects, I would say that what they would consider a slight discomfort or embarrassment would be far more serious in other schools. Unfortunately, because things are easy for them to reverse, they tend not to have a good grasp of responsibility or take things they do seriously."
"I don't like what you are hinting at," Vincent suddenly leapt in despite his tendency to acquiesce to June being the one leading them. "Is there some problem with bullies at your school that we should be aware of, Harry?"
He had directed the question to Harry since it seemed that his little girl was more comfortable smiling next to him. Some of her actions set off alarm bells in his mind as that expression was reminiscent of his own when just relaxing next to June. He was aware that they were very good friends and that his niece Alice had been slightly upset about sharing her friendship with the boy even though she seemed to have no such complaint when her other friend did so. He just knew that this situation would cause a headache when they were teenagers, which was less than a year away for Hermione.
"There is no problem even though some jokers have a bit too carefree with their practical jokes," Harry said while giving Vincent a very firm look that almost caused him to start and shift to a meek stance. "They are not malicious and the worst problems we have are ignoring two bickering children whose families have been firmly opposed to each other for generations. Thankfully, they are too worked up in their own issues to cause problems. The worst I have to deal with is hearing their rhetoric about why their faction's views are the best and proper ones. For good or ill, neither seems to be aware of those outside either party with the vast majority of the school and population in general being neutral and grateful they are not being bothered by either. Besides, do you think either of us is as unsure of our own convictions as to allow bullies to cause us problems? Hermione may have had some issues with those that were rude to her because she is as one easily impressed simpleton underestimated by calling her scarily smart, but that was more because the previous school seemed blasé about such actions. In addition to that, the past few years of having real friends instead of those manipulative users that just seem to befriend intelligent people to help them out has helped prevent any future issues."
There was something there as he spoke that belied his age even if he and now that she looked at it her daughter had shot up like weeds even if it should have been apparent during Christmas. Her submissive side was purring at seeing such a dominant and in charge personality, but her protective motherly instincts were a bit fraught with uncertainty even if she was considering that Harry would be a good match for her daughter. She loved Vincent, but June could admit to herself that she craved a full time dominant in her life as much as they both loved dominating her female lovers. They tended to back and forth who was in charge, but it was not that absolute joy that their submissive lovers were able to experience. If it was as likely that Hermione took after them, June could be grateful that she had lucked out in how responsible and disciplined of a future master it seemed had dropped into her lap or was it into his.
"It is good to hear that there are no problems, Harry, but I do think that we might need to become better informed on what all is going on since I doubt that Deputy Headmistress McGonagall was entirely forthcoming with her introduction," June said as she had taken the moment between the pleasantly defensive Vincent and Harry's response to let her mind drift to the danger that her little girl could have been placed in even if she realized that untrained accidents would have a possibly worse chance for injury or worse. "I think that she sugar coated it a bit more than we had initially believed and the fact that we haven't seen more doesn't fill either of us with happiness. Still that is something to talk of in a place a bit less public than a train station, but do not think that we will talk about it this summer."
Neither of the boys could doubt that Hermione and June were alike in the scarily smart category. Harry when he looked at June saw the naughty woman that Hermione seemed to be growing up to be already. There was a bit of the crusader in both of them, and Harry had to admit that if he didn't respect Vincent and their relationship that he would have more easily acted as forward as he had with Amelia. Given the kinkiness that Hermione had to have inherited from the good doctors, Harry could hope that he didn't have to worry about the girls swapping until Hermione was closer to looking like June. Then again, given his track record with how determined the women were to get what they wanted, he could hope for that, and that Hermione wouldn't let that as magicals their age of consent had already occurred this summer for at least a good few years. Otherwise things might get complicated even if his master and dominant part screamed that June needed a good session since she responded so easily already to his simple presence and speaking.
"I will admit that there was likely some rose colored presentation, and there are dangerous things out there just as anywhere else, but if any such thing had managed to occur than be assured that I am very protective of my friends what few it seems managed to get through my own issues," Harry said with a look even as he picked up that June and Hermione had both subconsciously responded to how commanding he had responded to Vincent's understandably concerned inquiry. "I won't give some unrealistic yet passionate platitude about the only reason whatever it was that tried to harm Hermione did so because my broken, bleeding corpse had hit the ground to either end it or buy sufficient time for her to get away, but I will state that while I am somewhat and it would be rather cold to say that I don't plan to be the one bleeding unconscious on the ground if something happened. If I have to explain why such brutality was warranted then it would be a clear-cut case of defense. While I will admit that the school has people with a low opinion of Hermione due to their insular habits as does their general society, it seems that my family has some sway and I doubt that if that fails that either of us lack the necessary knowledge to defend ourselves."
June had to stifle the gasp at how the certainty and command in his voice sent a thrill through her body. She was almost feeling envious of how lucky her daughter would be when they did figure out they were attracted to each other when their hormones fully hit instead of the puppy love look she had seen in Hermione's eyes as well as Alice and Anne's eyes when he was around. She loved Vincent, but if Harry grew up to be a skilled dominant master than she would have to see how embarrassing it would be to ask her daughter if she could be lent to her master. Still that would be several years away as Hermione would need to be legal as well as Harry for those issues. They may have had a fairly communicative relationship closer at times to what an older sister should be than being Hermione's disciplining mother, but despite her own forays into taboo activities it would be more mortifying than the welcome to puberty talk and she had even planned out the one about toys to help relax.
"Well Harry, I suppose it is better to be prepared than not even if requiring possible physical brutality," June said while trying not to pant from the way the area around them had seemed flooded with his presence causing her to start to become a bit more than slightly aroused yet thankfully not dripping wet. "We will have to discuss things a bit before you visit and come along with us on our vacation. I take it you are aware that Alice and Anne are tagging along already, but it seems that Hermione has a new friend as well that wishes to join us if possible. As her friend, you likely know her, a Miss Nymphadora Tonks."
"We both are friends with her, Mrs. Granger, but Dora had mentioned that her mother might have issues with having a male friend any time in the foreseeable future even if any father wants a boy around their little princess," Harry said with a quick glance to Vincent who let out a snap quick nod which caused him to miss how June was reacting to his discussion or how deep into her daydream Hermione was in at the moment. "I have to admit that I am somewhat grateful for getting away for some of the summer, and you likely have an idea why now. Besides, I think one of our classmates or a few wondered about visiting as well. I believe Susan was talking about roping an old mutual family friend in to get some tutors for the important things those raised in that society learn but is not covered in school as it is deemed common knowledge. I had managed or get access to my families books on the subjects, but a person can be more instructional than a book in explaining the nuances that the words might miss."
While they thought on this, Harry was able to get a less than oblivious feel for what Hermione was thinking about currently. She had stayed close to him not in a hug exactly, but more than in his personal space where she could almost drown in his unique fragrance as well as feel the heat where their skin touched. Her mind had obviously not been paying attention to their discussion even when she was the subject of it from what he could get from the way her body was releasing pheromones and spice to her unique bouquet of flavors tingling his nose and trickling across his tongue.
Standing next to Harry, Hermione was easily able to savor the unique mix of scents that was her lord, master, and lover. The only problem of having the heady mix even if he was fairly still having lingering other female scents on him was that her own rituals and transformations had heightened her awareness of a lot of things. Unfortunately, Hermione was well aware of how easily her nose detected pheromones now and her lover had even in a non-aroused state a firmly dominating and stimulating aroma. Her quick mind was reminded of several of their more memorable encounters and the lack of the room being soaked in other aroused female smells caused her to recall some of the private playtime they had managed.
Still standing in front of her parents with Harry so close she almost wanted to rub herself against him like a cat claiming a comfortable lap was not appropriate even if her eidetic memory was replaying the wilder hunt they had gone on in the forest. Even with the very accommodating house elves providing some of the slaughtered meat's blood to add to their goblets, Harry had explained the predatory aspect of their particular flavor of magic. Therefore, they had spent a few nights when they were far enough ahead in their duties and studies to run through the Forbidden Forest and hunt some prey. It had been twisted game of tag where they had raced after each other and their prey as well.
The memories of practically rutting on the forest floor and against trees sent a hard to suppress rush of arousal through her body. Hermione had loved every minute of those hunts and a part of her had hoped some idiot would stumble across them and do something stupid. While it would ruin the appropriateness of her first human kill, the thought of being splattered with blood while Harry roughly mounted and mated her like a pair of hunting cats sent a shiver of pleasure through her even now. They had done something similar while hunting a slightly week and thus properly culled buck in the woods.
Standing next to Harry even if she was more focused on his scent than the words of their conversation, Hermione let her mind savor the wonderful experience that she had experienced those nights. Running through the trees after the scent trails of a separated and frightened deer with her mouth watering in primal excitement was something she doubted she would forget. Getting into sight range and seeing how definitely intelligent the supposed dumb animal was as it elegantly yet rushed maneuvered through the terrain as they trailed a bit like jungle cats stalking in the trees. They could have gone through the brush, but moving along the branches was easier than the amounts of shrubs even thorny ones the panicked prey was trying to lose them by going through as if it was briar rabbit.
Each scratch let off a stronger scent of blood, while each approaching stride flooded the area with terror laced adrenaline. Neither of them was wearing their weapons, and Hermione had thought it a bit sporting not to have so many advantages to sweeten the hunt. The running had her heart pounding and the chase was arousing her and more than just her predatory hunger. She felt her top was obviously clinging to her flushed body especially her aroused and erect nipples. Her thighs were slick with her excitement flowing from her blood engorged spread lips, and Hermione was licking her lips in anticipation of her hungers being sated.
Her eyes flickered over to her hunting partner and the sight of him as he moved sent a shudder of pleasure and excitement through her body. His eyes were shining in real excitement and the hint of his inner predator was at the forefront of his smooth and fluid motions. Hermione felt her heat flare at how his clothes seemed molded to him with just enough give at the joints for full motion. Part of her wanted to jump him right then, but the other hunger in her belly needed to be sate and they would need the strength for their celebration afterwards.
Her eyes flicked back to the skittishly hoping to escape buck as it had scented them when the wind had shifted when they had barely started to circle around it earlier. From what she had read, the buck should have attempted to make a stand, but since there was no fawn, yearling, or even doe around than it had no reason to fight when it should be able to outrun most lone predators. Unfortunately, there were two of them freely trailing through the trees as they were far away from any spiders here. While the other predators skulked around the ground, there were a few higher up the canopy mostly birds that were magical enough to survive here without migrating from Scotland's cold winters and cool spring as well.
The latest things had helped so as to not need the cloaks they had utilized earlier in the year. Besides, it would just get in the way when they went at it like a pair in heat. Sure, there had been the chance that bugs might try to bite all of the exposed flesh, but Hermione was enjoying the sight of a less clothed Harry outside their rooms and he was as well, from how prominent his cock was bulging in those pants. Her ears picked up the sudden frantic attempt of the deer not to slam into a rather prominent stone in its path.
'It would be a perfect height to pounce from,' Hermione thought as she kicked off a tree to rebound off a one to give her the perfect angle to land there. 'Come to mama, dinner, Hermione is going to have a nice full belly and in both ways too!'
Hermione saw Harry look at her approvingly as she landed on the stone before jumping to land on the deer from above. She felt her feet cracking bone as she landed on the deer with enough force to knock if not break a leg or two from under it. That had been overkill as her boots had struck the deer's neck hard enough to curl the head and body around the impact while the bones shattered into and severed the spine.
Hermione crouched over and she saw the frantically moving eyes and face before she ran her knife across his throat. She didn't let any of the now flowing blood go to waste as her lips wrapped around the flowing wound as she took several long guzzles of the hot liquid into her greedy mouth before swallowing the heavy feeling blood down her throat to quench the hunger in her belly.
She motioned to Harry and he joined her in swallowing his fill from the kill. Hermione shared and their mouths met while letting the not yet dead deer's excited heart pump its life-blood for them to drink. They rubbed against each other while their joined lips savored the feast offered to them. Hermione felt his hands moving on her flushed and warm skin. His heady musk was almost all she smelt besides the forestry scents amplified by the unable to struggle deer beneath her. Hermione was as aroused as she had ever been and she didn't doubt that Harry was eager to mount her eager body and plunge his hot throbbing dick into her wet waiting pussy.
Hermione felt his left hand running along her back from her neck down her spine before massaging her ass under her skirt. She felt his hand flip her dark colored skirt over her ass before he tested how ready her sex was for him to fill. She pressed back as he ran his fingers between her wet lips before they slipped into her warm and wet passage. Hermione kept nursing on the deer as his fingers slide inside and his thumb teased her ass.
'So good, I feel so now,' Hermione thought as her throat was warmed by the meal as his fingers made sure her sex was as heated. 'Come on master, mount your eager bitch! Can't you tell how sopping wet and needy I am with your fingers stroking me? Just stuff me with your cock and stretch my cunt before you screw me until you pour your cum into my womb!'
Purring into her meal, Hermione heard his pants moving as his hard and eager cock was released into the air before she felt it run against her soaked slit. Hermione groaned into the deer's throat as she felt Harry slide into her slippery hole bottoming out in one thrust. His hands moved to release her aching breasts from her blouse even as he started to pound her like the animals they were at this moment. Hermione rocked her ass against his thrusts while pushing her tits into his hands. He was pinning her beneath him and she felt his hot body pressed against her with his thighs pressing into her warm and tingling ass.
"Yes! Pound my pussy, master!" Hermione said as she threw her head back from his wonderfully rough handling even as the blood flowing tapered off. "Give it to me hard! Show your horny cat her place under you!"
Harry eagerly responded to Hermione and was wildly, eagerly, roughly, and passionately sliding inside her slick grasping sex. She shuddered out as he filled her gasping and gushing pussy while the deer slowly cooled beneath them. The deer's velvety hide was splattered already with Hermione's flowing wetness before some of his cum was forced out as she came around him. Harry's hands were massaging her tits with her nipples toyed between his thumbs. His head was nuzzling her neck as they lapped at the slowly stopping wound even as Hermione's orgasming body tried to pull his seed deep into her while pushing his cock out. she groaned when he nuzzled her neck with his lips before nipping her affectionately.
The next bit was a bit more blurred as Hermione had found herself wrapped in his arms and pressed against the rock as he had spun her around. His head was nuzzling her breasts framed by her unbuttoned blouse while her legs were wrapped around his back. She felt her pussy eagerly milk another filling of Harry before she was spread and gripping the rock as he dominated her by claiming her ass this time.
Hermione dozed for a bit as he started to prepare the deer before other predators showed up. The bits they were less inclined to eat were offered up for Night to peck at while he skinned and sliced the deer up. Hermione watched him fondly before stretching on her rock. She could feel how much of the porous stone had accepted their scent to its surface even if it should have only been saturated with their musk and juices. It felt almost like being home as she looked fondly at her lover and more.
She had hoped down still with blouse unbuttoned and shiny with sweat and other things splattered on her skin and clothes to help out. Harry had already cut the head off and placed it on top of a nearby flat rock to drain some more fluids off as she walked up. He had gathering some of the bones and organs up before he cocked his nose to the sky and took a deep inhale. Hermione watched as he thought things over before letting some of his magic flow into the bones causing them to condense into a ball.
"While we are not the only predators about, it seems that the others caught the scent of our prey but are not hungry enough to try something right now," Harry said as he packed up a good portion of the meet before offering the stilled heart to Hermione who bit into it like it was an apple. "I still plan to take some of the meet and other things as well as the head with us, but that does not mean that I won't leave some for scavengers to have some even if Night had a few things. I think missing the eyes is irritating our night bird. Probably, we will make a few stops on our way back. I think you want a few more private and just us playtime tonight."
"Yeah," she had said as she continued to much her heart. "We might have to stop at a pond or creek before heading back."
"True we are a bit bloodstained and we haven't done much in water besides showers. It is a nice night for relaxing," Harry said as he slipped the dressed and wrapped meat into a moke pouch he had on him. "I know I can get a bit focused at times, but it is far better than being as lazy as Malfoy or Ronald. I think the only reason the blond near albino does so well is his mummy and daddy hired tutors for him already. Neville was a bit hard to get details, but I think he was being sabotaged by the so called Slytherin Prince."
"He is a bit more of a ponce or maybe it is something else. He does come off as a bit of a poof, but that isn't what bothers me about him unless he tries to go after you," Hermione said before crouching next to him and having her lips pressed into a happily passionate kiss. "I think we should be grateful they spend more time fighting each other than bothering us. It may be a bit cold, but the idea of skinny-dipping before you dip your cock in me again sounds perfect. I think mostly that we need some just us time as Dora has with her lover. While it is fun playing together, I know I like it when it is just the two of us and the others will want some personal time focused on them."
Hermione fondly recalled that he had smiled at her before they took to the trees again. She was grateful the clothes were as durable as they were as she found herself being taken against tree trunks, laying on branches, and once straddling him as they used an abandoned swing to play. They had found a few natural ponds on the way and she wondered about reenacting them in the warm pool at home. She felt so confident in her body now that she would not be self-conscious when they were at one of the topless beaches this year. Spending a Christmas on a nude beach on the Mediterranean Sea was something to plan for the future, and she planned to show off her and the rest of his lover's bodies when she did so.
She wondered how her poor daddy would react to Dora topless and if they were all lying next to each other. Hermione didn't doubt that even Harry's control would be pressed when they asked for him to lather them up. It just meant that they would get an eager and responsive man when they retired for the night. She didn't doubt that her mother had taken advantage of girls winding her father up and there was nothing wrong with appreciating the female form. Her relationship with Alice, Dora and the other girls did make her wonder about her mother's relation with her unofficial and official aunts.
Back around her, Vincent and Harry were glaring at each other somewhat as the two women had been lost in their own daydreams. Hermione wondered what had been going on while her mind had been more pleasantly occupied. Her slight look at her mother showed she had likely been trying to ignore whatever the two boys were fascinated by since she recognized the look on her face from the mirror. Her eyes flicked to see that Harry was only subtly affected by her aroused state and that her mother had been looking at both of them before her own personal inner dialogue had likely occurred.
'Men, there are more important things they should be doing with their tongues than trying to convince them of things,' Hermione thought as she drifted back to savoring Harry's slightly aroused and arousing aroma. 'I can say that at least they don't seem to argue much, but I don't doubt that mother is the one on top more often. A happy woman is a content woman. A content woman is a satisfied woman so men should spend more time making us orgasm and there would be less stress in both of our lives.'
While Hermione was off in her fantasies and June was distracted with her own thoughts, Vincent had been trying to figure out what was going on and the sheer impossibility of things that seem to have happened lately. Hermione was no longer the eager puppy begging for attention from authority and almost blindly believing in things if it was written in a textbook. That was a good thing since he doubted even professional textbooks didn't have some bias like other news sources.
"So, you actually tried to convince Hermione that there is more than books and professors to educational life," Vincent said as he looked at the boy who had spent almost nine months around his girl without him around to keep an eye on them and he doubted there were enough teachers at that school to really keep the students from sneaking off and exploring things as it hadn't when he had been close to their age. "At least you didn't do something like keep Hermione away from a library as if I did that with June I would be sleeping on the couch for a while. I think her issue with the bullies would have been different if they had gone after her books."
"I can understand that and I know better than that as while Alice may be a bit more proactive in things that she seems to share what appears to be a family obsession," Harry said as he thought on the similarity in the three women he knew from that family. "I think they both are likely to collect libraries to put the ones at any university to shame. If it wasn't for the amount of books and finances I inherited than I doubt Hermione could have been pried out of the library considering how impressive the size is. Still I am thankful that our house at Hogwarts has an additional library to help sate Hermione's bibliophile appetites. I take it that Hermione definitely got that thirst for knowledge from her mother. Not that I doubt either of us are intelligent, but they are both brilliant from what I have learned."
Having said his statement and waiting for Vincent to respond or the two delectably deliciously aroused ladies to regain their concentration, Harry was at the moment wanting a nice bed to flop into so he could bounce his head against the pillows since he wasn't masochistic enough to bounce his head off a wall or other hard surface. Some of the conversation was just that frustrating and there was the problems that Hermione's family were not idiots unlike the Dursleys while Alice and Anne had more busy parents than the Grangers were. Harry liked Vincent, but he suspected that considering how he would feel about any guy or maybe even girl sniffing after his future daughters that the man didn't like any boy around his daughter.
Unfortunately, Hermione was far too intelligent and inquisitive to not explore things better let for them when they had matured more. Being this close to Hermione Harry was well aware of the state of mind that she was in at the moment. He could feel her emotions in his mind if he focused, but it was more of the sweet scent of her arousal slowly emanating from her body. He really didn't want to know what Hermione was reminiscing or fantasizing about especially this close to her parents when it was obviously as distracting as whatever it was she was daydreaming about.
On second thought, it was a memory from the momentary glance into his own head to her representation, which had a floating holographic movie about her current daydream, which was causing her to do everything short of arch her back and kneel with rocking her ass at him in her arousal. The slight increase in her arousal had been matched by his partially ignored state. He could feel he had lengthened but not yet started to obviously tent his pants more than an above average bulge for tight pants.
The slight look of distraction to June was telling even if Vincent was more focused on him than the two aroused women. Which was a good thing as they were a bit more out of it and they still needed to finish settling a few things, and Harry didn't doubt that if Hermione was not going to be in the car with them that June would have Vincent either go somewhere private or possibly start playing with her body as he raced home. As it was, Hermione would be either amusedly listening as Vincent passionately satisfied June when they got home, or in her room getting her own orgasms to tone down her arousal from where it seemed to be now.
'Definitely reaching wet if not soaked by the amount of their excitement I can smell from both and feel from Hermione,' Harry thought as he tried not to shift which would draw attention to the young boy having a boner while practically pressed against his daughter. 'I am a lucky man and Vincent is going to be holding his balls a bit tender if how excited June is she acts like Hermione when in that state. I wonder how embarrassed they will be if June needs some of that soothing oil because she likely will go until she collapses and is worn raw.'
"You are right about that, Harry. I know how interesting it is to have an intelligent woman around especially when they are brilliant and how better it is if we men can keep up with their conversations," Vincent said as he recalled how wonderful it was when June solved something that had made her really think hard on something especially how it seemed to have an arousing affect. "Unfortunately boys near your age are typically intimidated by that and are more prone to simply following those that are physically developed or developing ahead of their peers. Looks may catch the eye, but if you don't have compatible personalities than things become tricky. Now while you are a bit young to think about things like that, girls it seem start to ponder the long term sooner, and I will say it is nice that Hermione had someone she knew at school; however, I am her father and as such certain instincts are inherent. I just hope that we all deal well with each other on the vacation, but as Hermione's father having a boy around even though you are and have been her friend complicates things."
"Oh, right teenage angst, dating and the rest of the coming of age headaches that are going to be maddening for the next what half decade or more," Harry said as he caught on to what Vincent was saying even if he was not aware of how the two ladies in his home were responding to Harry and his dominant personality. "You do realize that I seem to have the social behaviors closer to the driven scientist that is as hard to get the attention of when working as the two bibliophiles have when in a real library. If I hadn't ended up going to that school, I had likely planned to do something that I would enjoy that challenged me to strive for better and more difficult solutions. Nothing wrong with a number of things, but the lack of understanding of the how our new studies work had been driving both of us to frustration."
"I suppose I can see your point, and I didn't always plan to be a dentist, but there is a demand and I do like helping people even after well some things you kids should not be burdened about just let's say that I did some things to afford Uni that while I don't regret the experience changed me," Vincent said as he flashed back to his side on legal violence as well as the illegal things he had done that he felt was proper. "I served Queen and Country, but sometimes the things one has to do are not what one thinks before or afterwards. Still it did lead to me meeting June so it was worth it. I suppose you could say I learned that there is a difference between the right thing and the necessary thing among other things."
Hermione had known somewhat that her father had a life before being a respectable dentist, but he really didn't want to talk about it and the typical resolve inherent to their society did have an understanding about such things. Soldiering had to be done and even if her younger self had balked at the notion of necessary force outside of rules. Hermione as she was now had a greater understanding that violence was not always the answer, but that there were times when the application or even the threat thereof was necessary and proper. Time outs, detentions, writing lines and other juvenile methods of insuring appropriate behavior was at times to soft even if Hermione knew Harry as well did not truck with abuse either verbal, physical or emotional.
Mr. Filch at Hogwarts might have had a point about the corporal punishments unfortunately not being used, and she could only hope that Smelting's did something to reign in Dudley's foolishness. Unfortunately, as Vernon Dursley was a proud alumnus of the place she had less certainty than she would like. He may seem respectable to his neighbors, but Hermione knew that was a combination of how he showed himself as well as the general areas blindness to things. She didn't know what Harry had planned to do with Vernon when the time came, but Hermione knew that for Vernon she would gladly tie him down when that day came even if she was squeamish and hadn't killed anyone although the Coppers could say she had been an accessory for the things she knew and had seen.
Standing next to Harry was intoxicating at times especially when he acted as he was now. Her mind had drifted to dreams of past sensual and sexual fun, but the thought of the dumb animal that had dared to try to harm her master well it had part of her mind going over things. So while her hormones and pleasure centers were purring at the memories of Harry and the games in the forest, her inner vengeful spirit whispered how fun those things would be not covered in mere animal prey, but celebrating the destruction and despair of Vernon Dursley's last moments. The horrible things she had read about that her parents didn't know she had flashed in her head. Ancient tortures and punishments all culminated in agony and a very slow death for that thing before Harry glowing with satisfaction spent the afterglow of the act sending them into a sexual satisfaction and afterglow that would last for days. Now if her daddy had done some interrogations or other things than she should try to find out; however, in her darkest dreams, Hermione hoped that her parents would understand or better yet willingly help remove such genetic rot from society if not existence.
"Point I can understand, and better than the mediocrity and conformity that seems to drown Little Whinging even if I would prefer a different vocation for myself," Harry said with a sigh of frustration as he decided to let a little of the situation out as he was slowly trusting these two more than any other adults in his life. "When I went to the bank, I had a rather enlightening discovery that those downright hammering conformists I live with would have fits about especially how they first tried to tell me outright lies about my parents. Before I went looking for it and in the time before I learned to read and search for myself, the Dursleys told me that my parents were drunk unemployed living off the government dole who died in a car crash which is about as accurate as saying any at least self-employed and well off person is an unemployed beggar. I think my ears rung from the tirade Hermione had when she found their real records at school, but finding out that the Potters were what one would call landed gentry helped soften that blow..."
Before Harry could continue he found himself not in the hug from Hermione he had been expecting even in front of her father, but with June almost smothering him like Molly had except that he was not being pressed into saggy and flabby flesh instead being shown that Hermione was going to grow up to be a curvaceous vixen by the time they were older. His head had found suddenly being pressed into her firm and full breasts making him almost salivate with the inherent remorse and sadness that Voldemort's attack had cut short how long he could have extended nursing on she who saw her goddess like body had to adjust their pants or change their soaked knickers. Her left hand had pulled him by his taunt ass into the hug while her right hand had rubbed his nose in between her nicely perfumed mixing with her scent warm and calming breasts.
While Harry might not be as obsessed as some guys were about a girl's chest, he suspected the way he calmed down at having his head resting there was due to his infancy and that most men would instinctively calm down if they rest their head against a girl and more so one with an emotional connections breasts. Nursing was part of human nature, but the rise of the bottle and formula had likely increased the obsession for what they had unfortunately been deprived of experiencing. The obsession with being buried inside a girl's grasping and slick sex was a mix of the genetic instinct and necessity to fill and release into such places as well as a subconscious at least desire to return to that warm embrace that was their earliest awareness.
"Oh, Harry, going through such things, and still being there to help Hermione with her own troubles; you have been a brave young man all this time haven't you?" June asked him as she hugged the poorly treated young man to her without any concern besides motherly affection even if he had already shown he was not a little boy with how firmly he had been acting and talking with such dominant confidence. "With those people treating you so horribly, you seem to go out of your way to help people. Somehow, you seem to be the one to pull our darlings out of the misery life seems to try to drown them with then. You must have helped Alice from falling into moping with her parents so busy at work and the teasing that she seemed to suffer through."
Harry tried to respond to her inquiry and interest, but his words were muffled by June's head spinning scent of arousal breasts. She didn't seem to want to hear him respond right now and wanted to unload her feelings and offer comfort. Besides, for a moment Harry wondered if this was what things would have been like if his mother was still alive being in such a warm and welcoming hug. It was nice and while his head was pressed to her warm and lovely smelling breasts, he was not being smothered. So reveling in the feeling of maternal care, Harry didn't pay attention to that June's hand in his ass had pulled and pressed him against her. His arousal was through the gentle rubbing of his head and mutual shifting without real thought moved to where her legs were shifted enough to allow their pelvises to touch and the slight rocking rubbed them against each other. As it was, neither of them was aware of that as their minds were reflecting things of a purely platonic and almost familial love.
"I guess that you are turning out to be a young knight in shining armor for these ladies or perhaps more traditionally damsels you seem to find in distress," June said thinking how Vincent had become so prominent in her life. "It is wonderful to know that amidst the sea of uncaring abusers that there are young men like you still in this world. Don't ever change, Harry, and it is a grateful mother that knows you are there for her daughter. The Deputy Headmistress seemed to gloss over things, but I don't doubt that your school and this new world you both are in can be as dangerous as ours has been. Please look after them while you can."
"Thanks June, and I will definitely look after them and especially Alice and Anne since they will be starting next year," Harry said when June lifted his head from between her entrancing bosom to look him in the eyes. "Professor McGonagall may have neglected to say how dangerous it can be, but that is because like any proper school things are no more dangerous than the lack of safety precautions being followed would be in a normal school. Think how bad it would be if people played around with chemistry supplies and ignored the teacher who is trying to prevent them from causing accidents. The only other one that is somewhat dangerous in the next few years is care, but that is because most people don't treat other beings with respect and necessary precautions. Sure there can be some accidents because people are not paying attention, but that is true of every practical exercise with physical interactions."
Harry had spoken and with June holding his head, he couldn't move his face from where it was. His chin had bumped against her when he spoke and that had sent some sensations through both of them in addition to their breathing and inhaling of the mixture of their pheromones and other arousing scents. He had tried to shift to stand straighter so to appear more confident and determined when talking, but that had only caused their pressed through skin contact bodies to rub pleasantly against each other. Standing between her thighs and being pressed belly-to-belly this had allowed his arousal to press into her own and the shifting had caused her already parted in arousal lips to settle around him.
Neither of them had been paying attention to their bodies as they had tried to see into each other's soul by delving deep into their long stare. Harry saw the concern for Hermione in her mother's eyes while June saw the protective knight that lurked in his soul. They both seemed to neglect acknowledging the slowly growing signs of excitement in the other's eyes. Harry because he saw June as how he hoped Hermione would be and that how June and Vincent were so happy even after more than a decade of marriage. As for June, she saw a younger Vincent in his eyes, but without even the somewhat submissive nature in her lover and husband's eyes. It would not do for her to see how perfect a dominant master he could be while her inner sexual uninhibited enthusiastic explorer did make a note to see about things when he was legal. Just to judge that Hermione would have a fulfilling lover and she hoped husband who would fit her and complete her. She loved Vincent, but sometimes June wished she could not see his submissive inclinations while she was trying to indulge her need to be dominated.
"That does help reassure me, Harry. I just hope when you are older that you will be able to understand what we both feel and worry about, but with how nice you are and caring there is little doubt that you will grow up to be happy and have someone who loves you enough," June said while not releasing the hug around the young man who with his slight shifts to keep his eyes on hers was slightly rubbing her slit and the slowly unhidden nub of so sensitive flesh. "I know that it has been difficult and trying for you, and how strange it seems that you were never taken away with how it seems those fools acted. Still even though orphanages have come a long way since earlier this century, I don't think any of us would have wanted you to be there. Some greedy people would have found some way to steal whatever your parents left you, and I am amazed that those creatures didn't try."
"Your right that they would try, but there are safeguards and such in the way, but it seems at times like I was cast in the role of orphaned lead man in some tragedy as I found out that among the significant holdings I inherited that their house and his company are owned by me," Harry said trying not to lose control as being held in a maternal hug by June seemed to rapidly erode his iron will bringing the long buried shininess of unshed tears to his eyes. "I also have my accountants at the Bank investigating things, and when there is enough evidence they will be dealt with, but as I have learned as a person of interest and a somewhat famous individual it would not be in my best interests to have any possibility of my guardianship being changed to even less unsavory individuals. It's funny that you called me a shining knight as it turns out that there is an inherited Knighthood and other titles that I gained from my family. Therefore, unfortunate as it is, being mostly left to my own devises is better than the alternatives at this time. I do have enough information being accrued to gain official emancipation if it becomes necessary."
The slight rocking into June was having a suitable affect on the lovely mother as much as her embrace was tearing down the walls of emotional emptiness he had built around his life since being dropped with little more thought than the morning's milk that cold November morning. Their mutual emotional bonding blinded them to their bodies' reactions and Vincent was mostly aware of how therapeutic both of these found the situation they were in now. The slight rocking became more mutual as Harry was almost habitually comforting and being comforted while his firm length rubbed her mound, clit and between her parted lips through her clothes. His arms had found their way around her holding her back in a most platonic manner. Even June was holding him against her in a manner not intended to be sexual even if their bodies were responding to each other.
"Well that does help me worry less, Harry. I take it part of your being left alone is what allows you to be able to come on this vacation with us," June said watching the childish happiness alight his face. "You also know that Alice, Anne, and even young Dora will be with us as well?"
"Yes, June. We had hoped for Dora to get out of the house," Harry said looking into her eyes, as he seemed to open up more to June than any other lady did almost as he wished Lily were there to bear his heart and concerns to all this time. "While the Tonks are a much better home life than most seem to get, Dora did make it seem that her mother had over sheltered her, but considering what I heard she went through growing up that is only understandable. Andromeda Black didn't have the best childhood, as the Blacks had been a bit more on the darker side of grey in regards to their behaviors. As a mother, you can understand her fervent desire to prevent any suffering from being afflicted to her daughter. Unfortunately, Dora has been left a bit naïve and she would have been easy prey for any halfhearted boy after some fun, but we lucked out that the ladies fifth year prefect took her under her wings and has straightened out now. Penelope is now mentoring her and they both plan on helping Hermione so that she will be ready for taking the same responsibilities in a few years. Hermione it seems wants to be Head Girl since it would be a feather in her cap, and I plan on helping as much as I can in all my friends making their dreams come true."
Harry watched the shifting emotions as he spoke. He was unaware that Hermione was looking at him with pride and happiness as he spoke so movingly to her mother. Harry was just as unaware that his breathing and talking had resulted in his thankfully water resistant trousers from being drenched as June's barely thigh length dress had slipped up after rubbing into her panty clad and outlined sex. His firm and somewhat pant straining length and girth was even as they seemed unaware to be sliding and rubbing her through her wet panties.
When the arousal did hit, Vincent would be getting rode like a pony and Hermione was slowly becoming aware of it even if it seemed two of her closest family was ignorant of how her lover was winding her mother up. Hermione was certain that Su would benefit from this, but from the female version of blue balls the trip had likely caused she could not fault her. She would be putting those toys her mother had somewhat embarrassingly provided when she had the talk before and she had been too scared to bring them to Hogwarts, but she would prefer to use them when she got home, as she doubted her fingers would stimulate enough even if it were warm flesh inside her. Alice and Anne were not here and she had the feeling that Harry's driver would not be bringing them with today. She only hoped that they were not getting into too much trouble, but the letter had said that their parents were actually home thus cutting any chance of the two spending the night getting caught up in getting their Harry loving tonight.
"You are going to be there to help Hermione reach her goals in her education and career. I wish I had been as mature about things when I was your age," Vincent said feeling a sense of ease that it seemed Hermione would have someone in her corner to help her out in her trials of life. "So since you don't get along with those people, I take it that they are not picking you up. All that leaves me wondering is if you need a lift home. It may be a bit out of the way, but you are a friend of Hermione's and thus it is different than asking a stranger for a ride."
"I have a car arranged through my financial adviser as well as my business proxy. I thought it would be better than inconveniencing a family that has made no secret that they wish I had never been dropped on their doorstep especially with about as much concern as garbage being paid by those abandoning me there," Harry said while feeling happy that someone was out there concerned for him although the only other one he really knew had gotten chucked into Azkaban trying to avenge his parents while he had trusted his nominal leader to ensure he was safe while he did so. "They didn't mention what kind of car, but the message did make it sound like it would be a bit ostentatious so I am thinking something that has a driver and private passenger area. I may not officially be able to decide things, but I like to have a general overview about the kinds of decisions I will have to make when I am out of school. The financial firm was a bit peeved that I had not had what lessons should have been scheduled before going to boarding school, but I have been getting some lessons now and shared some of the advice with Hermione while she mentioned some things you mentioned about running your practice."
Harry had been heard by Vincent even if he couldn't see around June. His attempts to look around the unmoving and determined woman hugging him only exasperated the situation. June was lost on the sensations after he had started trying to talk with her love. His shifting had caused her panties to slip to the side and the past few long minutes of their talking while his eyes were no longer seeing into her eyes had been with his pants covered shaft slipping between her parted soaked folds and rubbing at the edge of her aroused and accommodating passage. Her hand was not pulling his head back to her breasts, but she was fondly running her fingers through his hair while her right was attempting to pull his body to grind into her.
Even if June's hand was not on his ass, Hermione was occasionally twitching and wanting to grab on and feel those firm muscles as he pressed into the obvious to her aroused woman. She wasn't really even seeing her mother as the one being hugging Harry. The scene before her was overlaid with numerous encounters of Harry slipping into Dora as well, as how often she had kneeled and lapped while Harry ground and prodded into the standing woman. Given how aroused she was, Hermione suspected she would need to stop at the ladies room to clean up and maybe ease some of the tension so she didn't clench her thighs and try not to orgasm while her parents drove them home. Even if Harry someday was intimate with her mother, Hermione was aware how hypocritical it would be considering that Alice was her cousin and she had made love and had sex with her both with and without Harry there.
Considering that, they were both through the bizarre laws able to consent; she felt that it would be only jealousy that would be her objection if all involved agreed to things. If her mother had been intimate with her honorary aunts as well as her natural one, she had no worry that her mother would object to her explorations with Alice and even Anne. Hermione knew that Harry had some issues with cheating and that he considered that to be wrong; however, he didn't have a problem with those helping neglected housewives get some relief even if he didn't seem to like it. Hermione did want some rather strange things dealt with and she had seen Mrs. Malfoy and seeing the look on Draco and Lucius Malfoy's faces after driving her to worship Harry because of how wonderful the sexual satisfaction was. Especially if it was right before either of them were silenced permanently.
"Well it is nice that you have a ride arranged to get you home, but I do know that June will have some details to discuss after she catches up with Hermione," Vincent said as he chuckled at the glare his daughter gave him before she finally threw herself into hugging her mother and best friend. "I think women do some of the things they do to keep us off balance, but I know I wouldn't want them any other way. You two will want to freshen up before we leave since the car ride isn't that short."
"Yes, I think we will need that especially after getting all rumpled hugging like this" June said as she tried not to bite her lip as Harry and now Hermione's motions were rubbing her right to the edge and she had the feeling that before they graduated that if Hermione was as precocious as she was that her darling daughter would giggle before placing what June saw as her most likely boyfriend's firm and thick shaft into her open sopping with arousal sex. "Besides, we girls probably need to wash up and such before heading out. Unfortunately, that means letting Harry go Hermione. I know it is difficult since he is so huggable, but I don't think you want to embarrass yourself when we both need to go to the bathroom."
"Alright, mum," Hermione with a slight pout, said while she tried to memorize the distinct mix of scents that hugging them caused. "Don't worry daddy, I think you need a hug too, but I think we both hugged a bit too tightly. Harry, try to keep those two out of trouble before you come over to my house. Daddy, we will be back once we are freshened up."
Hermione gave Harry a quick kiss to the cheek after she said that and June smiled at them before giving both of the kids a motherly kiss to the forehead. Harry shifted back and looked at June's face with a smile at having a real families home that he could spend time at now. He didn't look down so he didn't notice that her dress slipped past her now air kissed flushed and wet sex. His pants were designed not to show stains so even as he stepped away he wouldn't notice that he had been unconsciously grinding into what looked to be Hermione's older sister and not her mother. Hermione had been grinding herself against his ass while one hand had copped a feel of his other pant clad and molded to his skin cheek both heading to hug her mum and after letting the hug around him go.
"Now that is something I never will get," Harry admitted to Vincent as he watched mother and daughter almost saunter to the ladies room. "Have you ever seen a girl go to the bathroom alone except occasionally when working? I suppose they talk in there, but I already know that it is what they call 'Girl Talk' and I hope not to walk in on hearing that too often in the future. There are just some things that we guys should never have to hear."
"I agree with you Harry. There are some things a guy should just not know or have to hear or see about," Vincent replied as he thought about the one night he had stumbled in while June was hosting a woman's party and an adult one at that with the toys and wine passing about while the discussion he heard was more graphic than a porno. "You know you don't have to wait for them to get back, don't you? I however have to wait for them before I can drive them home."
"That is a relief as you would not believe how uncomfortable it is waiting for girls to get out of the bathroom when you are walking with them to meals or classes," Harry admitted with a slight shudder that caused Vincent to laugh in sympathy. "I mean I may have enough time for a quick stop myself, but heaven help me if they end up waiting for me to get out. At least as Hermione's friend, I don't have to stock up on chocolate more than necessary right now, but from what I have seen of the older girls that I might have to invest in some. I am grateful that they do have sugar-free ones to appease both of your dentist inclinations."
"A necessary lesson to learn to survive with the ladies in our lives," Vincent said sagely. "Now don't you have a ride to catch or something while I have to suffer here waiting?"
"You are right about that, but I really don't want to know how upset Hermione will be that I didn't stay until she was ready to leave," Harry said as he thought about it. "Thankfully I think I have enough money to afford the necessary books to appease Hermione, and you will let me know if I have to appear on bended knee with a chest full of tomes for June. I expect they will want us to be their pack mules on the vacation at some point as it is."
"Right, so you know we will already be paying for things," Vincent said as he realized that Harry understood things that had taken him years to figure out. "Now get on out before they decide to pester us both when they get out here. Think of the pack mule time as paying for the time on the beach. Wait you should be too young to think about that..."
"I owe you one Vincent," Harry said as he started to turn to walk away. "So here is my favor, be sitting down when Dora comes out in her suit as I saw a few boys walk into walls when she was dressed casual and that covered up and hid a lot more. It was a topless beach that the girls planned to torture us with I believe..."
"Just marvelous," Vincent murmured as Harry practically bounced away as he waited for his wife and daughter, "and it is going to be impossible to talk them out of it. Crap! That means Hermione is going to be topless and ogled. I so should have thought this threw and tried to put it off for a few years more."
While they had been talking, Hermione and June had their own discussion after they had cleaned up in the stalls. Well to be blunt the two had women had slipped their skirts free and rubbed a quick orgasm off before using the tissue to whip themselves clean. Both had muffled themselves by almost mirroring each other by sucking one of their own nipples while they fondled the other breast. They had not just rubbed their clits and lips but delved a few fingers inside while trying not to be heard.
They washed off their hands and rinsed their face of some of the sweat their relief had released. While Vincent waited outside, Hermione and June caught up a bit in things. Oh, Hermione didn't admit that she had gone as far as she had, but she had inquired in what June's opinions were about things. Harry had built one hell of a mental wall to keep from hearing what they said, as he had needed to when his ladies wanted to talk about things.