Harry woke up feeling content and warm. Too warm, actually, yet it was so pleasant, that he tried to enjoy it a bit longer before opening his eyes. He felt a warm body pressing at his right and another at his left. Two slender arms were hugging him, one from each side. He then heard some insistent hooting. That was probably what awakened him, he thought, as there didn't seem to be any light coming through the windows.
The hooting, along with some pressure that was mounting in his bladder, made him eventually open his eyes. He noticed some light filtering in between the cracks of the shutters. He could now see a bit of the two bodies that were pressed to his. He recalled what happened before falling asleep and smiled happily, remembering how much he had worried about keeping them both. They were now his in earnest. Hermione was his wife, if Elsa was correct, and Elsa was now his Veela mate, and they both accepted each other.
He tried to move out of bed. Easier said than done. He needed to move both arms aside and he didn't want to wake any of his girls. He didn't know how to do it.
The hooting was probably awakening them too. Hermione stretched cat-like, moving her arm away from him, and then blinked a few times before realizing where she was. She turned her eyes to Harry and smiled. "Good morning, dear husband of mine," she said softly.
"Good morning, love," he said just as softly.
Elsa was also awakening, as her tightening hold on Harry indicated. "Good morning, Harry. What's that noise?"
"I think some owls are anxious to come in. It's better if I let them in before they attract the attention of the whole camp."
Elsa pouted a bit as she moved her arm away, letting Harry go. He didn't bother to dress. He just walked to the window, opened it a bit and then moved the shutters a tad to let the owls in. They all came almost at once, so Harry couldn't even notice how many there were. His bladder was nearly bursting, so he just let the girls handle the owls while he hurried to the loo.
When he returned, he found the girls holding two letters each, while four owls were still waiting for him. He took his letters and the owls left immediately. He turned to look at the girls. They seemed very smug. "What is it?" he asked.
They looked at each other and then Elsa shrugged, letting Hermione speak. "Well, Harry, it looks like you wedded the two of us last night, if these letters are real."
Harry flopped down on the nearest bed. "The two of you?"
"Why, didn't you want me as your wife as well?" Elsa asked in mock annoyance.
Harry needed a moment to form his thoughts into words. "Yesterday, when I met the two of you, I knew I wanted to keep you both in my life, but I had no intention of marrying any time soon. Even getting married to one was more than I could expect. Two – that's just..."
"Magnificent?" Hermione offered.
"Marvellous?" Elsa suggested.
"You're not helping," Harry groaned.
"Oh, but we are," Elsa said, sounding a bit more serious. "You see, it's done and over with. You are magically married to both of us. It would help us all to think of it as a positive experience, a positive step in our lives, rather than the other way round. Look at it this way: You now have two wives to shag freely, like no boy your age has; you have two girls to help you with your studies, to keep you company and to have fun with in whatever form you'd like."
"I also have two pairs of in-laws," Harry added gloomily.
Elsa shrugged. "My parents have already accepted you last summer. They knew where our relationship could lead. They already accepted you as my mate. Being my husband is a welcome upgrade."
Harry still looked doubtful.
"My parents knew that I insisted on them sending me here so I could be with you. They may be a bit apprehensive at us becoming married so young and they will surely have some questions about your ability to maintain two wives, but they will accept it. They also intend to visit the next weekend," Hermione said.
This didn't really help Harry feel any better. The girls looked at each other with some evident mischief, and then moved to Harry's sides, tickling him mercilessly. Elsa then straddled him and he was soon pumping into her, bringing her quickly to her peak. Once there, Hermione pushed her aside and took her place, letting Harry reach his peak inside her.
"Don't you like this?" she asked him after regaining her breath.
"I do. I love you Hermione, and I love Elsa. I hope to never disappoint any of you," he said seriously.
"Just continue performing like this and we shall never be disappointed."
It was still early. Both girls cleaned themselves of all signs of their previous activities, as did Harry. Elsa waved her wand at the bed, also removing any signs left there.
"We still have time to get dressed and join the morning exercise," Elsa noted, "unless you prefer to repeat the previous exercise," she added teasingly.
"As much as I liked it, I think I should stay fit in order to be a good enough mate for you two. Don't forget that the other two girls also have some expectations."
Hermione frowned at that.
"Harry gave Anna her first sexual experience, after Zoe declared he was her best shag ever. She would like a few repeats, I'm sure. Beth was still a little girl last summer. Now she wants her share too, and Harry is still the only boy our age here," Elsa explained.
Hermione sighed. "Do we really have to share with other girls? It's bad enough we have to share him between us."
Elsa shrugged. "It's only temporary. They won't come to France with us, nor to school, and I don't think any of us will go to this camp next summer. We can probably make our own camp wherever we'd like to."
They still joined the morning exercise. Harry was glad that Hermione was in shape just as much as Elsa or him. It was actually a pleasant surprise.
"I don't feel like walking all the way to the showers and back," Elsa said, once they returned to the cabin, all three wet with sweat.
"But we need to shower! We can't go to breakfast like this," Hermione objected.
"Sure, we need to shower, but we can just do it here. Clo taught me a charm to make a nice bathroom anywhere," Elsa said.
"Clo?" Hermione wondered.
"Claudette, my elder sister. She is sixteen and has finally started dating. She said that a shower after sex was very recommended. Sometimes even instead of sex."
Elsa walked to the back wall and waved her wand at it, saying some spells which Harry didn't recognize. A door appeared there. She opened the door, showing them into a large bathroom, larger than the whole cabin. It had three sinks with large mirrors above them, a toilet seat, a large bathtub, wide enough for three, and a shower stall that could easily fit even four at once. "Isn't this better than walking all the way there and back?" she asked.
It was no longer a novelty for Harry to shower with his two wives, but it was still very enjoyable. Once clean, after he helped them both clean their backs and some more intimate parts of their bodies, Harry dressed for breakfast. It took the girls a bit longer to get ready. He used the time to finally read the letters. They were really two identical sets, confirming his magical marriage to both girls, each set consisting of a letter from the ministry and another from Gringotts. He tucked them deep in his suitcase, just the way he had seen the girls doing earlier.
Anna and Beth were waving at them the moment they entered the dining hall, making it impossible to sit anywhere but at their table.
Anna looked at the girls. "You both shagged him," she said, as if stating a fact.
Hermione reddened. Elsa shrugged. "I said he would be mine and now he is. I didn't expect I'd share with Hermione, though."
"You shared him?" Beth seemed fascinated with the idea.
Elsa shrugged. Hermione stayed silent, trying to control her blushing.
"Can you be with the two of us as well?" Beth asked Harry, looking excited by the possibility.
He turned a questioning glance at his wives. Both nodded slightly. "If you really want it that way – it's fine with me."
Beth gave it a thought. "I'd like that, but only after you take my virginity. When can you do that?"
Hermione was amused by the eagerness of the younger girl. Harry was only confused. Elsa replied in his stead. "Let's see what programs are offered and then find the right time. Where would you like this to happen?"
Beth turned a bit dreamy. "I like nature. I hoped it would be in a meadow, on a grass carpet and with some flowers around... Or maybe in a forest, smelling of fresh growth, where my virginity blood would soak the ground and make some more flowers grow."
"We shall look for an appropriate place," Elsa promised.
The early summer weather was still cold and windy, promising some scattered rains during the day. This was a perfect excuse for Hermione to ask to go to the library, and Elsa didn't need any persuasion to accept the idea.
While the girls soon found something to interest them, Harry felt a bit bored. He moved around, trying to find an interesting book, but his mind was drifting elsewhere. Then, moving aimlessly along the walls, he noticed a red coloured box near the librarian's position with a slot cut near its top and a large note at its side, "Outgoing mail is collected each day at dinner and should arrive the next day to addresses within the British Isles. No stamps required."
Harry shrugged. He had nobody to send a letter to in the muggle world and his owl was much better at delivering mail in the magical world. He then thought of Hermione. She would probably like to tell her parents what had happened. Would it be better to use owl mail or regular post? He wasn't sure about the answer.
Surprisingly, the girls only spent one hour at the library. "There's target shooting next. You were quite good at it last year. Hermione wants to try too," Elsa told him.
"My father served in the army before starting his academic studies. He told me a bit about different weapons. I'd really like to try," Hermione explained.
Harry wasn't surprised to find that she was an excellent sharpshooter, once she tried. While her pistol results were average, her results with a rifle were the best ever seen by their instructor. As a special bonus, he brought a real sharpshooter's gun for Hermione to try, moving the targets to their farthest position. Her first shot was way off, as the gun's "kick" surprised her. She adjusted her hold on the gun and tried again. Her next shot was quite close, but she wasn't satisfied. She did some minor adjustments to her posture and her hold on the gun. The other six bullets were dead on, only making the hole at the centre of the target slightly larger with each shot.
"You could do very well in the army," the instructor told her.
Hermione just smiled, glad to see Harry so proud of her.
The weather turned warmer after lunch. Hermione wanted to try kayaking with Harry, and he couldn't refuse, although he thought he'd rather try it on a hotter day.
Hermione loved it. She didn't mind getting soaked, her shirt clinging to her skin and exposing her breasts to Harry, as she didn't wear a bra ("It would only soak some more water and make me feel colder," she said). She even made the kayak turn over twice, just so that Harry could "rescue" her. By the time they returned to the cabin, both were completely wet and wearing wide smiles.
"Well, maybe you're not a Veela," Elsa said, seeing how energetic Hermione was after the long soaking.
Still, the best part of the day was at night, after they retired to their cabin, undressed and cuddled in bed. Harry didn't need to worry about giving each wife her fair share, as they both tackled him, exchanging places and positions until he lost count, and he still enjoyed it more than anything else. Waking up in the morning with two naked young women at his sides was also a blessing.