Saturday was finally a sunny day with no clouds at all. They spent the whole morning on the lake's beach, soaking in some sun. All four girls were topless, as well as a few older ones, and Harry enjoyed comparing them in his mind, finding his wives the best looking in that aspect too.
It was on their way back from the lake that Beth said, "I'd like to lose my virginity today."
"Have you found an appropriate location?" Elsa asked her.
"There's a place which is a bit into the wood, but still within the camp, that is quite secluded. It has some grass there and a few trees around. It only lacks some flowers."
"Can you show me? The last rains may have made some flowers grow," Elsa said.
"Sure. I'll show you on our way to lunch."
Elsa hid her wand in her sleeve. She then followed Beth to the chosen location. It was really a nice place, quite romantic and very suitable for Beth, she thought. She then moved around a bit, casting some spells, which only looked to Beth as if Elsa was just thinking aloud, before they continued to the dining hall. Unknown to Beth, most of these spells were timed to make some colourful flowers grow, and a few were meant to keep the privacy of those staying in that place.
Beth changed to a flowery dress with a low neckline and no sleeves, also replacing her shoes with some sandals. Harry made sure to take a condom with him, just to make her feel secure. Evidently, Elsa had anticipated this situation and made sure to have some.
Beth was excited to see the flowers. "They probably opened only for the afternoon," she said.
Harry hugged her and she directed his hands to her chest and then to her crotch, where Harry was surprised to find no knickers.
"Kiss me," she pleaded as she hugged him, melting at his touches. Harry obliged. For a moment, he felt like he really loved this very young woman.
She took his clothes off and then lifted her arms, so he could pull her dress over her head, exposing her naked body. She was more than ready for him, and it didn't take much effort for Harry to bring her close to a peak and then go in, breaking her hymen, when she was writhing in her first orgasm. He managed to hold off until the second, before he finally let go, filling the condom he had put on when they started.
It was a far cry from what he felt when making Hermione his, but Beth found it exceeding all her expectations, much better than she dared to hope. She kissed him, cried over his shoulder and asked him to caress her breasts and her clit again, reaching another high with almost no action on his side.
He finally helped her clean the few droplets of blood and get dressed again. He wrapped the used condom with some tissue paper and dropped it into the garbage bin on their way back. He longed to be with his wives, though.
Once back in his cabin, where both Hermione and Elsa were waiting, he got undressed and hurried to the shower, where both girls joined him. "Didn't it go well?" Elsa asked, a bit worriedly.
"It went perfectly, but I had to imagine she was one of you to be able to make love to her. It felt like cheating."
"We're here now," Hermione noted. "Care to show us how it is when not cheating?"
It was the longest shower Harry ever had and also the most enjoyable. When they reached dinner, almost too late, all three were fully sated and looked very happy.
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Harry knew that Hermione had written to her parents, telling them about her marriage, the day after it happened. He also knew that they were coming to visit her during the weekend. He was not looking forward to that visit.
Yet weekends come at unnervingly regular intervals. Sunday morning, Harry felt like he would only like to get cocooned in bed, yet his wives had different ideas. They insisted on him sating both of them before taking the morning exercises, showering together in their private bathroom and going to eat breakfast. The Grangers were already waiting when they left the dining hall.
Hermione ran forward, hugged her parents tightly, and then turned to present the other two. "Mum, Dad, this is Harry Potter, my best friend, my love and now my husband, and Elsa, née DuValais, his other wife. Harry, Elsa, these are my parents, Jean and David Granger."
Jean came forward, ignoring Harry's extended hand, and hugged Harry the way she had previously hugged her daughter. "I'm so glad to meet you. All she wrote home about since the first year was only 'Harry this' and 'Harry that.' It was clear to me that she would do anything to be yours."
David was more reserved. He just shook hands with Harry and looked pensively at him. Harry was still glad that he didn't seem hostile.
Both Hermione's parents also shook hands with Elsa, not as warmly as they accepted Harry. "Is there a place where we can speak privately?" David asked.
"You can come to our cabin. I wanted you to see it anyhow," Hermione said.
Harry wasn't sure if it was such a good idea, as it was like shoving in their faces the fact that he was sleeping with both their daughter and another girl, yet they really didn't have a better place for privacy.
After showing her parents in, Hermione took her wand and cast some privacy charms. Her mother looked worried. "Won't this cause you trouble with the ministry of magic?"
Hermione smiled. "As a married woman, I am considered adult and exempt from all underage laws. Besides, Elsa's parents cast some wards to allow her to use magic anyway. Didn't you always want to see what I can do?"
Just to prove her point, she waved her wand once more, conjuring a rose and giving it to her mother.
Her father wasn't easily distracted, though. "Can you explain this marriage in a way even a muggle can understand?"
Hermione sighed, trying to form her thoughts. Elsa had her reply ready, though. "I've only met Harry last summer and then I felt my magic choose him as my mate, despite being too young to be sure. As a Veela, I can see magical auras, and his aura was the brightest I've ever seen. Then, when my family visited, both my elder sister and my mother tried to blast him with their allure – a special kind of magic that Veela have, which causes extreme attraction, making the subject lose his mind temporarily. He wasn't affected at all. This made him even more attractive to me, although it could also indicate that he was deeply in love with somebody else. We were both too young to be sure, and it could also mean that he was simply too young to be affected. I did notice that his aura seemed to stretch in a certain direction, although I didn't understand what it meant."
The Granger parents were listening attentively, although they seemed to not fully understand.
"This year, when I came to the camp, I found Hermione, whose aura was also very bright and seemed to stretch in a certain direction. Later, when Harry arrived, it became clear to me that their auras were stretching in each other's direction. This is an indication of a very deep connection between the two people. We both decided to move to this cabin, as Harry was its only occupant. I knew what I wanted to do, and I asked Hermione for her intentions. She wanted the same, and as I saw the connection she had with Harry, I let her go first. I wasn't surprised when they were engulfed in a golden haze as soon as they started copulating, ending with a bright flash of magical wedding when they climaxed. It was later confirmed as a soul bond by the letter from the ministry."
Hermione's face was completely red now, yet her mother seemed to be amused and her father looked pensive, but not really surprised or angry. He turned to his daughter. "Was this what you wanted when you asked me to put you in this camp?"
Hermione blushed some more. "I didn't think it would be almost the first thing we'd do here. I hoped he would notice me as a girl, not just a friend, and become attracted to me, so our relationship would grow gradually. Elsa didn't want to wait, forcing me to decide on the spot. Now I'm glad I acted that way."
David turned to Elsa. "Why were you in such a hurry? You're still very young, as I see. The three of you could wait a few more years, I think."
Elsa shook her head. "That's not the way Veela magic works. Last year I was still a child, not ready for sex. Although my magic selected Harry as my mate, there was nothing I needed to do, except to try and become closer with him, so he'd like me for myself before adding sex into our relations. I gained my Veela maturity during the winter and I could barely wait for the summer to become his. Had we not lived so far apart, I would have just visited him as soon as I was ready, since my magic pushed me to complete our Veela bond. Once we met, I found it very difficult to wait until we had some privacy for that."
"But you..." David wasn't sure he wanted to hear the details, but he needed to understand.
"Well, after they stopped glowing, I just asked Hermione to move aside and let Harry bring me to my own climax. We didn't notice at the time, but it turned out as another magical wedding, making me Harry's second wife."
"You were both present when..." he started asking.
"Of course. I knew we would end together, one way or the other, so it was just natural, don't you agree?"
David just nodded, his face turning red. He had known the reason for Hermione's request and it hadn't escaped his thoughts that some consequences were to be expected, yet he hoped it would not happen so soon. His little girl was suddenly a married woman, and she wasn't fourteen yet! And he couldn't even blame the boy – her husband. He had clearly done what every boy would do when a girl offered herself so willingly – two, in this case. But now he needed to make sure his little girl would get all that she deserved, despite becoming a wife.
He turned to Harry. "Do you understand what being married means?"
Harry looked confused. "No, sir, I'm not sure I really understand, but I trust my two wives, who are much smarter than I am, to make sure I do all I need to do to make them happy."
David sighed. This could be interpreted in more than one way, and knowing how teen minds work, he was sure that his interpretation was not the same as the youngsters'. "I mean, do you know what obligations you've taken upon yourself? Do you have the means to support your wives and buy them whatever they need or want?"
"Yes, sir. I know I have enough to support them for several lifetimes without any of us working for even a single day, although I still have to learn all the details. I'm sure my wives will help me."
"You don't need to call me 'sir.' You can call me David or Dave or just Dad, if you like," David finally relaxed a bit.
"Actually, Harry should be called Sir, as he is the Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, having inherited the title and all the possessions, being the only living Potter," Hermione said, finally feeling more confident.
"I'd sure like to hear some more about that, but not right now. When will you come home?" Dave asked.
Hermione looked at Harry before answering, "We're not sure yet. Initially, Harry intended to visit Elsa's family in France after the summer camp, as he did last summer. Now I don't know."
"Why won't you come to France as well? My parents will love to get to know you, I'm sure!" Elsa said.
Jean didn't hesitate. "We'd love to, if they invite us. We usually spend at least a part of our vacation on the Mediterranean beaches, preferably on clothes-free beaches. Do you live close to one?"
Elsa smiled delightedly. "We don't, but we usually spend some time at a naturist resort each summer, and then, our house is also a clothing-optional area as long as the weather permits. I'm sure you'll get along with my parents very nicely."
The Grangers enjoyed the rest of their visit there, feeling quite sure that their daughter would be well cared for. Seeing how well the two girls got along was also reassuring, especially since having two wives was very uncommon in the muggle world. Yet what made them most content was seeing Hermione happy and enjoying activities other than reading books. It was very refreshing.