Hermione looked a bit tired the next morning and walked a bit funny, but her smile could light a concert hall, just like Harry's. They seemed to be oblivious to the world. Even Fleur could hardly reach them. Luckily, the Grangers had already left for their clinic by the time the youngsters got up. Fleur noticed the silencing charms and removed them, making a mental note to silence both bedrooms from within before going to bed, for whatever reason, next time.
Fleur was also the one who prepared breakfast, although she wasn't accustomed to doing it. Luckily, cereals and milk don't need too much cooking talent and she knew quite well how to make coffee. It was that dark, bitter beverage which finally made the young couple aware of their environment.
"How are you feeling?" Fleur asked Hermione.
"Marvelous! It was much better than I've ever thought it could be, especially after hearing some of the older girls talk in the showers. Was it as good with you?"
It was Fleur's turn to blush. "We both knew nothing, but we were both eager to learn and it was magnifique! I'm eager for the next time now."
"Will you let me look?"
Fleur seemed surprised. "Don't you think it's kind of private?"
Hermione shrugged. "We're both his wives. We shouldn't be ashamed. We may even learn from each other if we're present at these times. You've already heard how much I love to learn, haven't you?" she added with some mischief in her voice.
Fleur laughed. "We need to try once or twice to see if we all like it."
"I'll enlarge my bed to fit us all. I don't think Harry will object. Will you, darling?"
"Sleeping with the two of you in the same bed? I'm a horny teenager, remember? Why should I object?"
They all laughed.
"I think we need some shopping," Fleur said. "Lord and Lady Potter need some new clothes of highest quality. You may also need some stuff for your vacation in France."
"Do you know which title you want?" Harry asked her.
"Not yet. It may take me more than a few weeks to study the different families and decide which one fits me."
"We should all study the Potter ancestry," Hermione said. "Harry has never been told anything about it."
This brought a deep frown to Fleur's face. "That should be our first priority, but still – shopping is more urgent." Her face brightened with a smile. "Do you know where to go shopping muggle style?"
Hermione smiled back. "There's a mall, not too far from here. We can take a taxi or ride the bicycles, if you want."
"Bicycles?" Both Harry and Fleur asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes, although she still smiled. "Yes, bicycles. Mum and dad use to ride them at least every weekend, if it's not too rainy or too cold, and I've been joining them since I've learned how to ride. I'll teach you, if you want. It's easier than riding a broom. For me, at least."
The last sentence made Harry laugh. Hermione glared at him, but it didn't change much. She then joined his laughter.
"I think a taxi is better," Fleur said, a bit annoyed by the laughing. "You may find it uncomfortable, riding a bike after the nightly activity."
That brought a blush to Hermione's cheeks. "Still, I'll teach you how to ride a bike after our shopping," she insisted.
Harry wasn't sure about what to expect. He liked strolling along elegant shop windows and he liked buying things, something the Dursleys had never allowed him to do. Yet he'd heard many a horror story about going shopping with a girlfriend or a wife – and he had two now! Throughout the short taxi ride, he was recalling all these stories and was getting extremely apprehensive.
He was pleasantly surprised, though. Both Hermione and Fleur proved to be very target-minded shoppers. They had made a list before leaving home and were eager to finish buying all those items as soon as possible. Harry saw them exchanging glances and giggle once in a while, but he failed to find the cause.
By the time they returned home, Jean was already waiting for them with lunch. She seemed annoyed, as it was relatively late, but she held herself from admonishing any of them, seeing how happy the three looked.
Hermione still noticed her mother's mood. "I'm sorry, Mum. I should have left you a note."
Jean smiled. "You could also phone, but your mobile is still in the drawer, needing to be charged."
Hermione gasped. "I totally forgot about it."
She went to the chest near the door, took out her phone and its charger and plugged it into a nearby socket. "How long does it need to be charged?" she asked her mother.
"A few hours. It will probably be fully charged before dinner, but you should let it charge throughout the night to be on the safe side."
Fleur looked very interested. "I know how regular phones work, but I've never read about the mobile phones. Do you have anything I can read on the subject?"
Hermione smiled, along with her mother. "We have some brochures which give the basics. We can go to the internet to search for more information," Jean said.
"The internet?"
"I'll show you later," Hermione promised. "I think we all need lunch now."
They all sat at the table. "Isn't Mr. Granger joining us?" Fleur asked.
"No, dear. We usually just take some sandwiches to the clinic. Now, that you are here, I've come to make lunch for you and stay a bit, as I always do when Hermione is at home."
"We could make lunch ourselves," Harry commented.
"I wouldn't trust Hermione's cooking skills," Jean said with a soft smile, while Hermione glared at her. "You know it's true, dear," she said to her daughter.
"And I can't cook at all," Fleur added.
"But I can do it. I've been cooking for my aunt since... before I can remember," Harry said.
Jean stepped to him and engulfed him in an unexpected hug. "Oh, dear. They should have not made you cook!"
Once she released him, Harry said, "It wasn't so bad, really. I could usually eat some before serving, as they would have never let me eat my fill otherwise."
This brought another series of gasps from the ladies.
Fleur looked really furious. "Does Papa know about this?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure if I've told him, but he guessed most of it anyway. Whatever he made them pay is enough, though. I don't want to deal with it any more."
Fleur sighed. "I'll ask Papa."
Jean excused herself as soon as they finished the meal. "I need to go back to the clinic. My patients are already waiting, I'm sure."
She turned to Hermione. "Will you take care of the dishes for me, please?"
"We shall all do it," Harry said. Jean just smiled her thanks and left.
Fleur took out her wand. "Maman taught me a few household spells. Let's see how good I am with them."
She waved her wand at the table, causing the dishes to stack and fly to the kitchen sink, along with the cutlery.
"You must teach us these spells," Hermione said.
Fleur smiled. Another quickly mumbled spell caused the water to start going and the dishes to wash themselves with the help of a sponge and a brush, just the way Harry had seen at the Burrow. Once clean, the dishes stacked themselves again on the counter. Hermione put them in the cupboard, directing Harry where to store the other items.
"We need to go to bed now," Fleur exclaimed.
Both girls grabbed Harry's hands and went upstairs, into Hermione's room. Hermione took her wand, enlarging the bed to fit three comfortably. Fleur used her own wand to make them all naked. She then cast the contraceptive spell on herself and on Hermione, before they both stepped closer to Harry.
It was somewhat frightening, really. While Harry was certainly glad to see them both naked, enjoying the way each of them looked, how each was enticing in a different way, he was also intimidated by their matched predatory grins. He didn't know what their plan was and felt a bit trapped.
Yet, there are worse things than being trapped between two pairs of boobs, two shapely bodies, four caressing hands and two kissing mouths. Harry could feel his body reacting to their ministrations as he was eagerly kissing, caressing and hugging just the same. He soon found himself on the enlarged bed with both girls urging him into their bodies.
Harry had always liked fairness. He plunged into each several times before moving to the other, giving her the same attention. It was no longer frightening. It was almost like heaven on earth, really. He still tried as much as he could to make them both enjoy it. Fleur reached her peak first, her body convulsing around him, making him grit his teeth in effort not to come undone. When he plunged into Hermione, a moment later, making her reach her peak as well, he could no longer hold it. He reached his peak inside her and fell exhausted over her. Hermione was still writhing in orgasm, but Fleur was already a bit over the peak. She hugged the younger teens, feeling both their excitement and their exhaustion as the three of them drifted into sleep.
Harry woke up feeling hot and sticky. He needed a moment to register what he was feeling and remember why he was in this awkward position. He was lying on his side, with a warm body pressing on his arm and on his chest. His senses told him he was feeling a woman's breasts and belly pressed into his front and the smell identified her as Hermione. Another warm body, not much larger, was pressing on his back, with somewhat fuller breasts. An arm was resting on his side, hugging him and Hermione at once. It wasn't difficult to recognize Fleur.
The problem was that he needed the bathroom urgently, yet both girls seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He tried to remove Fleur's arm, and discovered that Hermione's arm was resting over it, practically locking him between the two.
The pressure in his bladder was becoming unsupportable. He simply had to go before he did something extremely embarrassing. He used some more force to free himself, awakening both his wives. He didn't even apologize as he rushed to the bathroom.
They didn't move much until he returned. They were still lying face to face, their upper arms reaching for each other, yet the gap between them was much smaller. They were not yet awake, but were not really sleeping either.
He glanced at the clock – it was past six. "I think we should get up and get dressed before your parents return," he said, addressing Hermione but meaning both to hear.
A few groans of protest were all he heard, yet Hermione opened her eyes and seemed surprised to find that she was almost hugging Fleur, while Harry was standing by the bed.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Past six. When are they due home?"
Hermione groaned again. "They normally close at six and are home by six twenty."
"That's less than ten minutes from now."
This managed to stir her a bit. She looked around, noticing the state they were in. "We can't get ready by then," she groaned again. "It's better that they get accustomed to the new situation – the sooner, the better."
Still, she crawled to the edge of the bed and sat on it, as if unsure what to do next. Fleur did the same on the other side, only she was more decisive. Fleur walked to the bathroom. "Will any of you join me for a shower?" she asked innocently.
This seemed to finally bring Hermione back to reality. "You mean, the three of us?"
"Why not? We've already been as intimate as can be. Why not shower together?"
Hermione's expression changed from mortified to puzzled and then she smiled. "Sure! Why not?"
She grabbed Harry's arm and they followed Fleur into the shower.
It was mostly innocent, really. Harry enjoyed looking at the two beauties, comparing them in his mind and helping them wash their backs, his hands roaming a bit farther. The girls helped him get clean as well, although their help made him reach a very evident erection. "Save it for later," both told him.
The Grangers were already in the kitchen when the three came out of their room. Dave was holding the evening paper and only mumbled his acknowledgment to the teens. Jean was quite forward, though. "Have you enjoyed your afternoon?" she asked.
"We all fell asleep," Hermione said, blushing nicely.
"Together, I believe," Jean continued teasingly.
"We're married," Fleur said, as if this answered everything.
"Yes, you are," Jean agreed.
Dinner was almost ready. They all sat down, Harry sitting between the girls. Dave put his paper down and helped his wife set the table. Harry wanted to get up and help, "Leave them alone," Hermione whispered. "They like to do this together. You may help clear the table later."
They didn't talk much throughout dinner. The girls told a bit about the morning shopping, promising Jean to take her on another shopping trip during the weekend. Dave only listened. Once dinner was over, he turned to Harry. "Care to join me in my study?"
"Go on," Hermione encouraged him with a smile. "Fleur and I will help here."
Dave closed the door and invited Harry to sit down. It wasn't much of a study, really. It was more like a library with a computer desk and a telephone added. Harry sat down on one couch while Dave sat on another, close by but not opposing.
"You seem to be a bit tired," he noted in a friendly tone.
Harry shrugged.
"Are these two tiring you too much?" Dave asked.
"No, not really. It's just..." He stopped reluctantly, unsure what to say. Dave looked at him with an encouraging expression. "...Well, this whole thing is new to me. I've never been so close to anybody until I married Fleur, and not much since, either."
"It has only been two or three days, I believe."
Harry nodded.
"Normally, married couples don't do it more than once a day, usually much less," Dave informed him.
Harry blushed, but said nothing.
Dave smiled. "I didn't get this experience until I was at least two years older than you are. It was more than twenty years ago and things have changed since, yet I don't think many boys your age are more experienced than you were. You shouldn't feel ashamed or inadequate."
Harry sighed. "I'm not. I love this part but... Well, I need to get accustomed to the whole thing. I've never thought of marriage in any real terms. I knew it was something I would probably do once I'm older, if I survive..." He didn't see Dave shiver at his words. "...but now I'm suddenly married and not just to one girl but to two. It's a bit overwhelming, I think."
Dave chuckled at the understatement. He then recalled the previous statement. "Why do you need to think of survival? Boys your age don't normally do it."
"When you encounter a life-threatening situation at least once a year since starting school, your perspective changes," Harry replied without the slightest bit of humor in his voice.
"Yes, Hermione has told us about it, although she may have skipped over some details." Dave thought for a moment, deciding not to pursue the subject for now. This didn't seem a subject fit for discussion before going to sleep.
"What do you plan for the rest of your stay here?" he asked Harry.
"I don't really have a plan. I trust Hermione... and Fleur, to come with a plan. Hermione knows me better than I know myself and I trust her with my life. I can trust her with my vacation plans as well."
"That's quite smart of you. Let me give you an advice: Always let your wife feel that you accept her opinion, no matter what she says. That will assure a happy marriage."
Both chuckled. Dave rose from his seat, followed by Harry. He clapped, Harry's shoulder in a friendly manner. "Good luck, son. With two such smart and opinionated wives, you'll need it."