Without any explicit decision, the three teens retired to Hermione's room for the night. Harry wasn't sure what he should do and how he should act. The two girls stripped naked before going to bed, so he followed their example, not yet sure what would follow. Once in bed, Hermione kissed him passionately. "I think it's Fleur's turn now," she said. She then turned her back to him and closed her eyes. Harry knew she wouldn't fall asleep so easily, especially after sleeping in the afternoon, but decided to let it be.
He then turned to Fleur, who was waiting for him eagerly. After having had his fill during the afternoon, he didn't feel so excited. He enjoyed caressing his elder wife, finding any ticklish spots, kissing and hugging. Fleur seemed to enjoy it for a while, turning around and exposing every part of her body for him to explore. Eventually, she became too aroused to continue this way. She grabbed Harry and directed him into her with no ceremony. He was quite aroused by then as well and complied willingly.
When they finally collapsed after a fabulous peak, Harry felt two hands caressing him tenderly and then hugging them both. He fell asleep feeling content and happy, dreaming of his two lovely ladies wearing only smiles.
If the Grangers had noticed that the three had shared a single bed, they didn't comment at all. Breakfast passed quite leisurely. The girls were discussing shopping with Jean, which they were planning for the next day, Dave was just browsing through the morning paper, more out of habit than really trying to read anything, and Harry simply enjoyed being with his new family, looking at his lovely wives and feeling content.
Their quiet meal was disturbed by a golden flash as Fawkes appeared, landing on Harry's shoulder and dropping a parchment in front of him. Harry opened the letter and passed it to Dave, who seemed a bit surprised.
"Professor Dumbledore asks if he could visit us this evening, after supper," Dave told the others. "I think that's all right. Does anybody have other plans?"
As nobody commented, he scribbled his acceptance on the edge of the parchment and handed it back to Harry, who gave it to Fawkes. A short trill and another golden flash marked the phoenix's disappearance.
"Does anybody have an idea why the headmaster would like to visit?" Dave asked.
Harry could actually think of several, but preferred to keep quiet, as did both girls.
"Well, we shall hear what he has to say when he comes," Dave commented.
The Grangers soon left for work. Harry promised to make lunch for his wives, to spare Jean the need to rush home in the middle of the day. She thanked him with a warm smile and a hug, which made him blush.
"I think we should start our summer homework now, so we'll be able to forget about it once we go to France," Hermione said. "We may then ride the bicycles, unless you're too sore for that." The last words were addressed to Fleur with a mischievous grin.
"I'm fine now. It's only the first time that hurts, I believe," Fleur said nonchalantly.
Harry found that doing homework with Hermione was quite pleasant. That was no real news to him – he liked doing homework with her at school as well, only they had too much distraction from a certain redhead, making it not as pleasant. This time, Fleur's presence was quite helpful. Having already graduated Beauxbatons, she was able to help them with explanations and information, some of which was not even in their books, sparing them hours of searching in books. Harry also liked the way she was leaning on him, pressing her firm breasts onto his shoulders. It was much nicer than Ron poking his shoulder to go play. Two hours later, they had the Potions homework completed. Harry suggested they drink something and proceed to the bicycles lesson.
Hermione grabbed the three pairs of bikes. Hers was evidently smaller, as it had been bought when she was much younger. She had to extend some parts to make it comfortable for her current size. "I'll buy you a new pair, if you want," Harry promised, after seeing her struggle with the old set. This gained him a hug and a kiss, with a promise for more to come.
Harry found riding bicycles almost as easy as riding his broom. One had to be more attentive to road obstacles, but the slower speed made it easier. He still tried to ride much faster than the girls, but there was really no appropriate place for that. All the streets in the neighborhood were either short or curving, making really high speed biking impractical.
Fleur also found the bikes pleasant to use. She even considered the need to pedal an advantage. "Pedaling keeps your legs in shape, almost as much as all those stairs at Hogwarts do," she told Hermione.
Both girls wanted to help Harry prepare lunch. He didn't really need any help. He only enjoyed the company and let the girls set the table before eating and clear it afterward.
"Let's go to bed," Fleur suggested.
Hermione was reluctant. "I'm not sure it's such a good idea. My parents finish work early on Fridays. It would be embarrassing..."
Fleur didn't seem to mind, but both Harry and Hermione blushed at the thought. Fleur sighed. "Fine... What do you want to do then?"
"Why don't we go to the park?" Hermione suggested. "It's lovely at this time of the year, with many colorful flowers and there's even a band playing there occasionally."
"We should take our wands with us," Harry said.
"Why?" Fleur asked.
"There may still be some supporters of Voldemort who would try to harm me and the people closest to me. We should be armed, at least."
This kind of thinking was not new to Hermione, but Fleur frowned. "Your Ministry shouldn't allow it!" she said fiercely.
"Our Ministry doesn't seem to be very effective, at least not with the current minister," Harry answered truthfully.
Fleur was still furious, but she was unsure about what to say.
They spent the early afternoon at the park. It was really lovely, and the sunny weather made it sparkle with colors. Yet Harry felt that the most lovely sight at the park were the two young women at his sides. He still felt closer to Hermione, but Fleur was becoming closer with each passing moment. He felt lucky to have them both.
The Grangers were already home when they returned and invited the youngsters to join them for tea. They also asked Fleur many questions about her life in France, her home and the beach house, where they had been invited.
"Are there any close-by nudist beaches?" Jean asked.
"I think there are a few," Fleur replied, "but you can go topless on all beaches and there are quite a few, at least in that area, which are 'clothing optional', allowing nude bathing without forcing nudity."
"You've been there?" Harry asked.
"Quite a few times, especially before I've got my Veela Allure. Only once or twice since."
"I've also gone with my parents to such beaches," Hermione confessed shyly, "before I..." she motioned to her chest, making Harry blush.
"Well, It's good to know," Jean said. "The last few years I was unable to find such a beach and had to suffer those tan-lines."
Harry felt suddenly very hot. He hadn't looked at Jean the way he looked at his wives until then, but with the certainty of seeing her nude as well, he was suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. It took him a moment to realize that he would probably be just as naked, unable to hide his reaction to the sight of the naked ladies around him. He gulped in fright, feeling he could hardly breathe just thinking of it.
Jean was the first to notice. "Well, we shall first go to regular beaches, I think. Have you bought any swimsuits?"
Harry was starting to relax, but not for long. "I don't think Harry has any swim trunks," Hermione said, "and my bikini top is way too small now, I believe. I've got it two years ago and I've changed a lot since."
Talking about bikinis and the bodies they covered (or not) didn't help Harry. He was feeling hot once again. Both his wives were already aware of his predicament, that was clear, but they seemed to enjoy teasing him.
"Are you going shopping tomorrow?" Dave asked, trying to rescue Harry.
"That seems like a good idea," Jean commented.
"Well, I'll take Harry to the Golf club, so..."
"Non. We need Harry to come along. He needs to buy swim trunks and advise us on our bikinis," Fleur said.
"And I also need you, dear, to help me choose my bikini," Jean said sweetly, seeing both males turn frightened again.
This teasing didn't last, though. None of the women wanted to antagonize her man too much, so they soon changed subject, talking about other places they had visited. Harry just listened, enjoying the tales and unable to add anything.
Dinner was also pleasant, with not much teasing, although all three women seemed to have some mischief sparkling in their eyes. Harry felt that both his wives were trying to make him feel loved. They held hands a lot and caressed his face, occasionally slipping much lower.
The doorbell rang a few minutes after they finished clearing the table and washing the dishes. "I hope you don't mind that I brought another guest with me," Dumbledore said.
Harry glimpsed at the door and ran to it. "Sirius! You're free?"
Sirius grabbed Harry in a hug. "Yes, Prongslet, I've been acquitted of all charges. Now, what do I hear of you, going with the two most gorgeous girls?"
Harry didn't answer immediately. He first held Sirius at arm's length, looking him all over. Sirius was still extremely thin, unhealthily so, yet his face sported a big smile and he was clearly happy. He had also bathed and changed, as his clothes looked new and his black mane was shining.
"Sirius, I want you to meet my wives: Lady Hermione Potter, whom you've already met, and Mrs. Fleur Potter, from France," Harry said proudly. Pointing at the two girls.
Sirius's eyes opened wide. "Wives? You have two of them?"
The three teens giggled. Harry noticed that the Headmaster seemed surprised as well, although he tried to hide it.
"Do you want to hear the whole story?" Harry asked.
"I certainly want to understand how you ended up married at such a young age and with the two most attractive girls around. Your father was not even dating a girl at your age, you know?"
It took a few minutes for Dumbledore to do the formal introductions and for the Grangers to offer some refreshments before they all sat comfortably in the living room. Harry sat between his two wives, as usual. Both were leaning on him and each was holding one arm, only leaving his hands free.
"We would all like to hear the full story," Dave said. "I'm not sure I've heard it before."
Harry sighed, unsure where to start. "Tell them about the morning after the third task," Fleur suggested.
Harry nodded. He thought for a bit and then started. "During the events following the third task, I was a bit injured. Madam Pomfrey took care of my injuries and I was kept in the hospital wing for the night. When I woke up..."
Harry told almost everything, only skipping over the evening in Fleur's bed and some of the discussions he didn't think Dumbledore needed to know about.
"...and then there was a blinding flash and Hermione was also married to me," he concluded his story.
Sirius needed a few seconds to respond. "That's... WOW! I wouldn't have believed the story if I didn't see how these two beauties are attached to you. It's just..." he was at a lack of words.
"...just my luck," Harry completed the sentence. "I've always thought it was a rotten luck. I don't think so anymore, but it certainly is weird."
"You're certainly a lucky guy!" Sirius said. "What do your friends say about it?"
Harry lost his smile. "They don't know yet. I only told Ron I was engaged with Hermione, and even that didn't go too well. I really don't know how to tell him and the others that I'm now married to these two." His eyes caressed his wives lovingly, bringing smiles to everybody's face.
"Would you like me to pass the news to the Weasleys?" Dumbledore offered.
Harry looked at Hermione, as if consulting silently with her. "That would be very nice of you, Headmaster, but I'd be extra careful when telling this to Ron and Ginny. They may have hard time accepting this."
"What about Bill?" Dumbledore asked.
"Bill?"
"I believe he showed some interest in Fleur," he explained.
Fleur shrugged. "It was nice meeting him, but there was nothing more than a little conversation between us. He couldn't stand my Allure even at minimum."
"What is that Allure you're taking about? Why do you have it?" Dave asked. Sirius seemed just as interested in the answer.
Fleur smiled. "One of my grandmothers is a Veela, and I've inherited some of her abilities. This..." she flashed her Allure for a second at half power, "...is my Allure."
Both Dave and Sirius looked almost shocked, their mouths open in disbelief. Dumbledore and Jean seemed a bit dazed, while Harry and Hermione didn't seem to be affected at all. Fleur waited for the others to regain their senses.
Dumbledore was the first to respond. "Thank you, Mrs. Potter, for letting me experience this magic. It was very... enlightening."
"Didn't you mean 'arousing'?" Sirius groaned, looking at Harry with even more respect.
"Yes, I think that word just fits," Jean agreed, looking pensively at her husband.
"I thought it only affected men," Sirius commented, slowly regaining his composure.
Fleur smiled. "It affects men harder, but it also affects women, and I only used half power. At full power it can be used as a weapon to disable opponents. Very few can withstand it."
"Like your husband and his other wife," Dumbledore noted.
It was a pleasant visit. Sirius was renewing his ties with Harry and was enjoying the beauty and the wit of Harry's wives while also enjoying the hospitality of the Grangers. Dumbledore didn't speak much, though. Harry noticed that Dumbledore was looking at his famous scar from time to time with a worried glance. Harry decided to check the matter as soon as he could.