The girls played some computer games after lunch, and even Harry was dragged in. He found it nice enough, but no match to playing Quidditch, or just flying on his broom. Still, seeing the girls getting excited over the game was quite nice. He actually enjoyed looking at them, which surprised him a bit.
Elsa then took him to see the playground. "There are nice swings there and I like spending some time on them."
There was no one else there. Elsa sat on one of the swings and Harry took the adjacent one, both swinging leisurely. After a while, Elsa talked. "Your school, it's in Scotland, isn't it?"
He wasn't sure if he said so and was unable to deny it. "So what?"
"Is it named Hogwarts, by chance?"
Harry felt as if she punched him, knocking all air out of him. It took him a moment to be able to answer, still not quite admitting the truth. "Well, what about it?"
"Dad was contemplating sending me there, but eventually Mum vetoed it due to the cold weather. Beauxbatons has much milder weather, you should know."
"Are you really..." he started hesitantly, not quite sure what to say.
"A witch? Yes, I am, just as you are a wizard. A famous one, as I've heard." She sounded very confident.
"What should I be famous for? I'm just a child." That had always been a sore spot for him.
She smiled tenderly at him. "You've never been 'just a child,' or no dark lord would have tried to personally kill you and no 'just a child' would have survived his attempt."
"But I did nothing! I was too young to even do anything."
"Of course you were. It was probably something your parents did that saved you. Still, that event made you famous."
He shrugged bitterly. "I'd rather have my parents than any fame." He paused to think for a moment. "Is that why you're with me?"
Elsa looked offended. "No, honestly. Both your first and your last names are common enough, so I only thought it was a funny coincidence at most. I just felt attracted to you. Then, when I saw your scar, I even feared I'd find you unpleasant, the way many famous people tend to be if only to fend off admirers. I was delighted that my fear proved wrong. By now, I only want to be your friend, but I think that my magic has chosen you as my mate. I'll only know for sure after I gain my mature figure, in about a year. I still like you, though, even if you don't turn out to be my life partner."
It was just too much for Harry. "Aren't we a bit too young to commit? Most girls our age have barely started dating, or are going to start later, while most boys are still quite childish, so I've heard. In a year, you may find somebody else or I may become infatuated with some other girl."
She shook her head, making waves in her golden hair. "It's not about falling in love. There's a kind of magical trait from my mother's side that chooses my mate for me. I may fall in love with the one my magic chooses or I may not, but I must be his as a wife, as a concubine or as a mistress. My initial feelings or logical choices have nothing to do with it."
Harry frowned. "That's just awful! Can't you change that?"
"Can you change who you are? There's nothing I can do about it. Luckily, it seems to be you that my magic chooses, and I could easily fall in love with you."
"You should know that I'm sometimes quite moody and not so pleasant. I also tend to have nightmares. You may be better off with someone else."
She pouted, playing at being hurt. "Are you trying to get rid of me already?"
"No! Of course not. I enjoy your company, even though you do tend to embarrass or confuse me. I think I like you."
She smiled brightly at him, making his heart flutter for some reason he didn't understand. "I know I like you, or I wouldn't have suggested showering with you. I also felt I could trust you not to go any further than I'm comfortable with."
"You're not helping," he groaned, as the memory made his body react.
She just giggled and started swinging in earnest, her hair flying around her head like a golden halo. Harry just looked, drinking in the innocent beauty of the swinging girl.
After a while, Elsa got tired of the swing. She dragged Harry to the small carousel, but both found it boring. They just moved to a bench in half-shade and talked.
"Who is that letter from?" she asked.
"It's from Hermione, my best friend. She's probably telling me that she won't be able to stay in touch while she travels abroad with her parents."
"How do you know?"
"She mentioned her parents' plans before, and I already know how she acts. I can only be sure after I open her letter, though.
"Are you two close?"
Harry shrugged. "We're very good friends. We became friends after..." He didn't want to tell of the encounter with the troll. He didn't want to lie either. "... Halloween. At first, Ron and I were reluctant to let her join us, but eventually, she did. She's a very smart girl and she helps us a lot with our studies and with our homework." He noticed Elsa's face relax after mentioning Ron, so he spoke about him too. "Ron is my first friend. I met him on the train to school and we bonded quite quickly. It helps that we are dorm mates."
"But he didn't write to you yet."
"He's not very good at writing, I suppose. He considers it more of a chore. I expect that he will eventually write in a week or so. I'm sure Hermione will send me a letter whenever she can."
They sat silently for somewhat longer. Elsa cuddled to Harry and he put his arm on her shoulder without even thinking of that, just feeling content. Elsa stirred after a while. "Let's go back to our cabin. I want to make the rest of your clothes fit you and I need to hang some curtains over the windows."
"What for? We have shutters, you know."
She looked disapprovingly at him, as if he missed the obvious. "I intend to stay naked as much as possible, but I don't want everybody who passes by our windows to see me that way. Actually, I hope you'll also stay naked."
"But why?"
She smiled teasingly now. "Well, I said I'll give you ample chance to see me naked, so you'll not lose control so easily. I also like staying naked, it makes me feel free. And I also want to see you naked because I like it." She turned serious at once. "I like you, Harry. The more I get to know you, the more I like you."
She stood up and helped Harry to his feet before they walked hand in hand to their cabin. They started with the curtains. Elsa took a shrunk package out of her suitcase and then took a wand from an inner pocket.
Harry panicked. "You can't use magic now! It will attract the attention of the Ministry and put us in trouble!"
She smiled reassuringly. "Dad made sure to erect some wards to prevent your ministry from detecting any magic in camp. Besides, since I'm French, this law doesn't apply to me."
She proceeded by enlarging the package. It contained two curtains of some shiny material which seemed to change colour between dark red and blue as one moved. These were dense enough to obscure whatever was happening inside from outside viewers, yet allowed enough daylight to pass, so that they didn't need to use the electric light. Harry helped her hang the curtains. He was surprised to notice that there was actually a bar ready for just such use, one that he hadn't paid attention to before.
With the windows covered, there was much less light inside. "Will you be able to sew in this dim light?" he wondered.
"I don't plan on sewing. I'll just charm your clothes to fit, including your underwear." Once again, he blushed at the idea.
Elsa was already undressing. Harry made sure to lock the door and then started undressing too.
"Don't," she told him. "I need to re-size one set to fit you and then re-size all else accordingly."
He looked at her questioningly. She pointed her wand at his shirt and said a spell he didn't recognize, and then repeated it for his trousers. Both seemed to fit perfectly once she was done. "Now, stay in your boxers only," she instructed him.
He was afraid his boxers would become too tight, especially when close to a naked girl, but they turned just right.
"We shall handle your outer garments later. Now, remove everything. You may watch while I finish the work. I suggest you also learn this spell. It can come out handy when I'm not around."
The spell, "inserere aptare" should have been quite easy to master, had it not been for the naked girl teaching an equally naked boy. After he said it wrong for the fifth time, Elsa looked at him disapprovingly. That was enough for him to try harder and ignore their nudity. His sixth time didn't work perfectly yet, but the seventh was on par with her casting. Elsa was glad for their success. She grabbed him into a hug and kissed his cheek.
Harry returned the hug, although he had mixed feelings about it. Hugging was nice; hugging a naked girl was even more than nice, really. The way his body went out of control was not nice at all. He felt betrayed and humiliated by his own body.
"Save it for next summer," Elsa smiled reassuringly at him. "I'm almost sure you'll get a lot of use for that by then." She still hugged him tightly a bit longer.
"It's still sunny outside. Let's go to the beach again!" Elsa suggested after releasing the hug.
The three other girls were already on the beach. Zoe made sure to attract Harry's attention before she removed the top of her bikini in teasing motions. Anna looked torn between following Zoe's example and maintaining her dignity, the way she was probably taught at home. Beth didn't seem to mind. She removed her top, showing a chest almost as flat as Harry's. She did blush terribly but still looked Harry in the eye as if telling him she was not ashamed of her body. This made Anna decide, and she removed her top quickly, as if afraid to lose her courage. Harry found her breasts just as nice as Zoe's and even a tad bigger.
"You all look very nice, with or without tops," he complimented the girls, gaining an approving nod from Elsa and some thankful smiles from Anna and Beth.
Although he liked looking at the almost naked girls, none had the same effect as Elsa had on him. After enjoying the view for a bit longer, comparing the girls in his mind, he settled on his own towel beside Elsa and felt content just being near her, feeling no urge to look some more at the other girls.
He only read Hermione's letter later that evening. It was just as expected. He smiled at finding that he guessed so right, but Elsa seemed a bit worried. He didn't understand why.
She didn't even try to go to her own bed. She climbed to Harry's bed, wearing only her knickers and urged Harry to join her. They cuddled a bit and then Elsa turned, so they were spooning, and put his hand on her chest. A moment later she was already asleep with a smile on her face. It took Harry much longer, feeling still unsure about what she meant. He only knew he liked her.