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The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12: Meet the Parents

�You�re a great wizard
Harry,� the little girl�s voice said.

�Not as good as you� he
replied, knowing those were the words he must say.

�Books and cleverness, there
are more important things.� Friendship, bravery and-�

�Lumos!� Harry cried.

The dementor seemed to flow
like oily water into the open window of a cellar before Harry could call forth
his patronus.

He knew that voice.

It was the voice of an
eleven year old girl.

It was the voice of Hermione
Granger.

A feeling like an icicle in his
gut made Harry run back to Madame Malkin�s.� He burst through the door,
demanding to see Hermione.

The sales staff could sense the
aura of a powerful wizard on a mission and they pointed toward the owner�s
office.� The door slammed open as Harry approached, apparently of its own
volition, rather than be torn off its hinges or blasted into so many
toothpicks.

A very startled Hermione,
dressed, if you could call it that, in white stockings and suspenders, white
lace demi-bra and matching lace barely there knickers.

�Harry?� she screamed, not out
of anger but out of fear, fear for him, he looked like someone had ripped his
soul out.� �Harry, what is it?�

He enveloped her, bound and
determined to protect her from the evil that was stalking them.

�I-I saw it again, you
know?� he was sobbing as he held her.

�But this time it spoke, only
it was your voice, and I was so afraid that it had got-got to you and
you would be like Ron and I couldn�t stand it and I ran here and I didn�t see
you anywhere and I can�t-I can�t lose you again!�

He was babbling incoherently
now and she was soothing, comforting him.

�It�s okay baby; shhh, it�s
okay, I�m right here and I�m not going anywhere without you.�

�Merlin� he sniffed as he wiped
his eyes with the sleeve of his robe, �you must think I�m a total git.� I can�t
be away from you five minutes without panicking.�

She smiled and said, �I can
think of worse things, like you being away from me and being thankful for it.�

He smiled and took a deep breath,
�never happen� he turned to look sheepishly at Madame Malkin �I�m sorry Madame,
I had no right barging in here like this; I�ll just wait outside.

�Before you go, sweetie�
Hermione did a little pirouette, �you like?�

He smiled and said, �oh yes, I
like very, very much!�

�Thank you, thank you,� she
said, sketching a theatrical bow �next show will be sometime after my parents
go home tonight!�

Harry smirked and said �I�ll be
sure to get a front row seat!�

Hermione smiled and kissed him
and said �I�ll be a few more minutes.�

Harry left the office and
offered his apologies to the staff and customers who had heard the entire
exchange.

One of the sales girls nearly
swooned, �what I wouldn�t give for a man to come for me like that.� If
you stormed into Hell the devil himself wouldn�t dare stand in your way!�

�Well there�s a rogue dementor
out there stalking us and he�s about as bad� Harry said by way of an
explanation.

Those nearby shuddered at the
thought.

Harry took a seat near the
fitting rooms and looked through the magazine selection.� Fairly recent copies
of magical publications aimed at witches adorned the table; there was Witch
Weekly, and Kitchen Witch, and Teen Witch.� Harry noticed that there were an
awful lot of articles about him; he recognized some of the cover art as having
been taken by Colin Creevey, who now exchanged oxygen for carbon dioxide in St.
Mungo�s and not much else.

As he thumbed through the Teen
Witch he noticed not only articles, but adverts featuring himself.� He didn�t
remember giving anyone permission to use his image or name in advertising, and
he certainly never posed with a bottle of Peace-of-Mind morning after potion.�

He looked up at the counter
girl and asked, �May I have this?�

The girl looked around and
said, �if you�ll sign the cover of my copy, please, it�s for my, um niece,
yeah, that�s it, my niece in Devon� she handed him a quill along with her copy
of the magazine.

Harry smiled and asked �what�s
her name?�

�Just say �best wishes Dawn,
your friend, Harry,� okay?�

Harry handed the magazine back
to the counter girl just as one of her co-workers called out �hey Dawn, we need
some suspenders over here!�

Harry smirked �funny how your
niece has the same name as you.�

The counter girl shrugged and
smiled weakly, �busted!�

Hermione stepped out of the
office and sidled up to Harry �flirting with the sales staff?�

Harry winked at Dawn and said,
�Just enjoying my last few days as a carefree bachelor� which made the counter
girl go crimson.

�Come along Don Juan, your
mistress commands!� she said with a haughty tilt of her nose.

�Yes dear� Harry replied, his
head bowed.

They left Madame Malkins and
stopped into Fortescue�s for an ice cream creation; Mrs. Fortescue served them
and, like Madame Malkin, refused to accept payment.� �Florean, God rest his
soul, was right fond of you Mr. Potter, you and your fianc� are always welcome
here.�

After ice cream they went back
to the Leaky Cauldron to floo home.� Harry went into the library to compose a
letter to Judge Vance, to let him know of his concerns and to ask for the name
of a good lawyer.

�Oh Harry . . .�

Harry finished his letter and
had just affixed it to Hedwig�s leg.

�Yes dear?�

Hermione came into the library
holding a bowl.� She was stirring the contents with a largish spoon.

�Meacham had some raspberries
left over from the trifle and I wondered if you might like some� she had a
hungry look in her eye, and not for raspberries.

�What would you like to have
yours on?� he asked as she handed him the bowl.

�The question, Mr. Potter, is
what would you like to have yours on?�

As she asked this she opened
her robes to reveal nothing but skin beneath,� she sat up on the library table,
scooted to the center then lay down to look at Harry with a glazed expression,
�anything come to mind?� she asked, huskily.

Harry grinned as he stirred the
tart sauce, �hmmmmm, let�s see� he said as he dribbled a little sauce between
her breasts, tracing dribbles around each of her nipples.� He set the bowl
aside and began to lick and suck the sauce from Hermione�s chest, paying
particular attention to her erect nipples.

He stood and dribbled a line
down to her navel, which he filled like a raspberry sauce reservoir; then
proceeded to trace over the line with his lips and tongue, draining the tiny
pool dry, well as dry as he could get it with his tongue.

He continued to dribble down
till he reached her pubic hair and thought, hmmmm.

�Sweetheart?� he asked, �Have
you ever considered shaving down there?�

She growled, �Got your wand handy?�

�Always� he answered, then
whipped it out and began the same spell he used in the mornings to remove his
chin stubble.� It was a particularly useful spell because it not only removed
the hair, but vanished it as well.� He thought of Professor Flitwick�s lectures
on the physics of applied magic, that said anything vanished in one place had
to appear in another and he wondered as he rendered Hermione�s sex completely
smooth where the hair went?

Once she was completely smooth
he continued the dribble line to the folds of her pudendum; her outer labia
were clearly beginning to swell forming a very wet opening from the bottom, a
classic �splitter� if ever he�d seen one.� Well he hadn�t seen one, in fact,
but he had heard two girls talking about getting �splitters� in the library
once.� It�s no wonder he was becoming more studious toward the end of his stay
at Hogwart�s.��

He put down the bowl and began
to trace the raspberry line with his lips and tongue and paid particular
attention to her wet labia.� The tart berries and her own natural musk made him
crazy with desire, he desperately wanted to plunge balls-deep into her moist
cleft but first he wanted to make her climax with just his tongue and fingers.

He licked top to bottom,
pushing the tip of his tongue as far in as it would go, he made it a priority
right then to research the spell that made the twins� ton tongue toffee work,
if he could just localize the engorgement he could make Hermione's body cum
like mad with just his glottal muscle!

As he licked and sucked her
juicy center he reached under her thigh with his right hand to push his middle
and ring fingers into her slick channel, he�d remembered reading about a spot
that was supposed to drive a girl crazy and he began to twist and plunge with
his tongue and fingers until he heard an unearthly screech.� Hi lifted his head
to see what was the matter when he saw Hermione�s face, wild wide eyes boring
into him as she said, �if you stop again before you get me off I swear by the
Gawdess I�ll hex you into next week!�

Harry grinned and went back to
work, fervently trying to remember what he had done to make her so wanton.�
Twist, suck, lick, twist, suck on the firm little nub near the top, graze it
with your teeth.

He was rewarded with another
squeal and he began to pump his fingers into her as he sucked and licked and
gently bit her nubbin until she went rigid and appeared to hyper-ventilate.

Hermione�s body was one long
continuous orgasm, she knew from her researches (and some observations) that Harry
was a natural, he seemed to know when to be gentle and when to be NOT gentle.�
He brought her off so many times in a short period that she was having trouble
remembering to breathe.� She finally had to grab him by the hair and slam her
legs together to get him to stop long enough for her to catch her breath.� It�s
a good thing he had come up for air just then!

�Oh Harry, you absolute jewel!�
she said breathlessly then she looked down and saw that his lower face and jaw
was wet with a combination of her juices and the raspberry sauce and she began
to laugh.

At his puzzled expression she
said, �Look in the mirror Harry� between fits of uncontrollable giggles.

He stood and looked at his
reflection in the mirror over the fireplace and saw what she saw. �He began to
laugh too.

�Oh my darlin�, kiss
me!� he said as he nuzzled her neck, transferring the sticky sauce and her own
juices to her neck then face.

�Off me you great lummox!� she
shrieked as she tried to push him away with her hands, �you�re a sticky mess!�

He laughed, �Pot to kettle, who�s
a sticky mess?�

She leaned up on her elbows and
looked down at her raspberry smeared body.

Harry thought she was the
sexiest sight he had ever seen, propped up on her elbows, knees spread showing
off her bald, raspberry and girl juice glazed cunny.

She laughed along with him and
said, �I guess we both are, eh whot?�

He carried her up to the master
bath where he set her down gently then started the bath water.� The tub filled
very quickly and by the time Harry had his clothes off the tub was full.�

�Hold still� she said as she
wiped his face with a wet flannel.

He slipped in first then she
joined him, lounging on him as he caressed her wet soapy body with his magic
hands.

�Do you have any idea how much
I love you Harry?�

�If it�s half as much as I love
you, then it�s a scary lot!�

�You�re everything to me, never
forget that, whatever you ask of me I will do, I love you that much.�

�Anything?�

�Anything�

�Then promise you won�t leave
me, promise me we can be together forever and a day� he said earnestly.

�This I vow� she said and the
water around them glowed blue for a few moments and was then re-absorbed into
Hermione�s body.

�Did you just swear a mage's
vow?� he asked.

�Yep� she said, as though it was
the most natural thing in the world to do.

�Didn�t you tell me not to take
a magical oath lightly?�

�Harry� she said, �without you
I am nothing, it was not taken lightly, I�m afraid you�re stuck with me� saying
this she smiled and twisted around to kiss him tenderly.

He remembered a Disney movie
that his cousin had watched on video and said in an over the top Latino accent,
�if this is torture, chain me to the wall!�

�Hmmmm,� she murmured, �chains
Harry?� I had no idea . . .�

Eventually they drug themselves
out of their relaxing bath and dressed for dinner.� The doorbell rang promptly
at seven and Harry and Hermione, looking every bit the lord and lady of the
manor greeted her parents at the door.

�Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger,
welcome to Grimauld Place.�

Hermione�s father extended his
hand and said �Daniel Granger, Dan to my friends,� Harry shook it and accepted
a kiss on the cheek from his wife, �Emma, Harry, it�s good to finally meet you
properly.�

The Grangers looked around the
foyer and Emma exclaimed, �Why it�s lovely, nothing like what Hermione
described from two summers ago.�

�She didn�t exaggerate Mrs. um,
Emma, this place was a run down wreck, full of awful dark objects� Harry
explained.

�Well I love what you�ve done
with the place� she enthused.

�I have to give credit where
it�s due, Meacham is responsi-�

�Yes sir?� the little man
asked, startling the Grangers who hadn�t seen him standing there.

�Oh, nothing Meacham, I was
just telling Mrs. Granger that you were responsible for the wonderful
renovations to our home.�

�Thank you sir, ma�am,� the old
elf looked to Harry, �there is wine on the sideboard; dinner will be at the half.�

�Very well Meacham, it smells
wonderful.�

�It smells like a roast,� Dan
said.

�Oh surely not,� Emma rejoined,
�Hermione knows we�re vegetarians.�

Harry and Hermione paled for a
moment.

�I�ll just see if I can give
Meacham a hand in the kitchen,� Harry said, �why don�t you give your folks a
tour, dear?� his eyes were pleading.

�Oh sure, we can start in the
library!� Hermione said just a little too brightly.

Harry walked as casually as he
could into the kitchen and said, �Meacham, we have a problem.� The Grangers are
vegetarians.�

The old house elf looked
nonplused �not a problem sir, we elves are also herbivorous, I can substitute
Portabella Mushrooms for the London broil, and not have to change any of the
attending dishes.� He vanished the broil and in its place summoned the biggest
mushrooms Harry had ever seen, wrapped in a like manner to a broil.

�The mushrooms only need to
broil for fifteen minutes; then we can proceed as planned.�

Harry clapped the old elf on
the shoulder and said, �Meacham, you�re a life saver, thank you!�

The old elf allowed himself a
small smile �all in a days work sir, I�m pleased that you find my services
adequate.�

Harry was all smiles when he
joined the Grangers in the formal dining room for wine before dinner.

�This is wonderful wine Harry!�
Dan enthused, �wherever did you get it?�

Meacham piped in, �that�s a Burgundy from the Black family cellar, I�m glad it�s to your liking sir.�

In no time the table was set
and the two generations of couples settled in to a fine meal.

�Oh this is delicious, wherever
did you find Portabellas this grand?� Emma asked.

�Again, I have to defer to
Meacham on that.� It just so happens that he and his people are also
vegetarians.�

�Forgive me Harry,� Emma said,
�but is Meacham a, well, a little person?�

�Point in fact, Meacham is an
elf� Harry clarified.

Emma looked at Hermione, �you
mean those creatures you described as slaves to the wizarding world?�

�Actually, there are no more
house elves, in fact, Harry freed them,� to the Granger�s dumbfounded
expressions she explained, �there was a battle, the elves fought on the side of
the light and for that they were freed.�

�So how is it that you still
have an elf?� she looked at Harry for an answer.

�I serve this house as its
retainer ma�am, a gentleman�s gentle-elf if you will� the old elf volunteered.�
�I am not a slave, but I will serve the House of Potter for the span of one
human wizard�s life.� That is my agreement with the council of elders, our
ruling body.�

�Oh, so you�re here by choice
then?� Emma asked.

�Indubitably ma�am� the
miniature butler said with great dignity.

The elf poured more wine for
the Grangers, but not for the younger hosts, it was alright for the guest to be
�a bit relaxed,� but not the host and hostess.

After dinner the raspberry
trifle was served and neither Harry nor Hermione could suppress their grins at
the sight and aroma of raspberry sauce.

�What�s so amusing, then?� Dan
asked, eyebrows rising.

�Sorry Dad, my fault� Hermione
offered, �I was playing in the kitchen and I�m afraid I made quite a mess of
the raspberry sauce . . .�

Harry guffawed, �I�m sorry, he said,
wiping a tear of mirth from his eye, but she was quite a sight, cov-covered in
tart berry sauce!�

The laughter was contagious,
and the wine certainly helped.

Dan leaned over and whispered
in what he thought was a voice that couldn�t carry �I know what I would have
done if I�d found you in the kitchen covered in tart berry sauce!�

Harry and Hermione looked at
each other and he said, perhaps a little too brightly, �Sooo, anyone here know
anything about motorcycles?� I seem to have inherited one.�

Dan�s face fell, �a motorcycle,
do you ride?�

�Not yet sir, I plan to take
lessons, the bike belonged to my godfather and he willed it to me, along with
this house.�

Emma said, �We used to ride,
but it�s gotten too dangerous on the roads these days, too many cars not
watching where you�re going, we were nearly hit on our old Bonnie, twice!�

Harry stood, �you may want to
see this� and he led all three Grangers into the old carriage house.�

�My God,� Dan was awestruck,
�is that a Trident 750?�

�Pretty sure, sir.�

�It looks like it just came off
the showroom floor!�

�That�s exactly what I said;
care to give it a spin?�

He looked crestfallen again,
�I�d love to Harry, but we�ve had a bit too much to drink as it is and it
wouldn�t be safe.�

�Perhaps another time then?�

�Oh I�d love that Harry, thank
you.�

�Let�s retire to the library
everyone.�

They reluctantly left the
Triumph in the carriage house and regrouped in the library.

�So, Hermione,� Emma asked,
�are you and Harry, um, living here now?�

Hermione smiled, �yes we are
Mum.�

�And that�s an engagement ring
on your left hand?� she pressed.

Harry jumped in, �my fault Mrs.
Granger, Mr. Granger, I couldn�t stand to put it off so I asked Hermione to
marry me yesterday and she said yes.� I � I didn�t think to ask you, sir for
your permission, I guess it�s too late for that.� But I love your daughter with
all my heart and it would mean the world to her, to both of us if we could have
your blessing.�

There was a pregnant pause and
Emma and Dan did that silent communication so common to married couples, then
Dan�s mouth split into a huge grin as he said �you told me, didn�t you; didn�t
you tell me this would be and engagement party?�

�Of course dear, mothers just
know about such things!�

Hermione piped in, �then,
you�re okay with this?�

�Oh pumpkin, if he�s your
choice than of course we�re alright with it!� Emma said, gathering her daughter
into a tight hug.

�I can see that you have the
wherewithal to support my daughter in a manner,� Dan looked around the room,
�in a manner to which she will become accustomed, welcome to the family,
son!�

Harry took the offered hand and
was surprised when the older man pulled him into a �manly embrace� with much
back slapping involved �just be good to my little girl, that�s all I ask.�

Harry returned the embrace and
said, �I will sir, I promise!�

As if on cue, Meacham popped
the cork on an excellent champagne and it was toasts all around.�

Since the next day was Sunday
the Grangers agreed to take one of the guest rooms for the night rather than
risk being pulled over for driving under the influence.� That gave the two
couples more time to enjoy each other�s company.� Somewhere near midnight Emma
pulled Harry into the kitchen.

�Harry, I think it�s wonderful
that you�ve managed to help my daughter break out of her shell, but I have to
ask.� Did something dreadful happen recently, to Hermione, I mean?�

He had already resigned himself
to the notion that Emma would be at least as observant as her daughter.

�I won�t lie to you Emma,� he
said, not flinching from her penetrating gaze, �it was pretty bad.� Some of our
friends were killed this week, and some, well some are as good as dead.�

�And Hermione was in the thick
of it?�

�Emma, I would have done anything
to keep her out of it, but I think you know how headstrong she can be?�

Hermione�s mum kind of
half-smiled and nodded.

�She was attacked by a
soul-sucking demon, I-I thought I�d,� tears formed from the memory, �I knew
I�d lost her and I just shut down, I wanted to die.�

Emma pulled Harry into a gentle
embrace, �I can see she means the world to you Harry.�

�She means everything to me
Mrs. Granger, and she saved my life too!�

�How?�

�Like I said, I�d given up, I
wanted Voldemort to just get it over with, but Hermione said �no!� and she came
back fighting!� It was because of that that we�re all alive and safe today, if
she hadn�t . . .�

�I�ve noticed some things,�
Emma said, �little things mostly, but she�s like a different person now.�

�How so?� Harry asked.

�Simple things, really,� she
explained, �like putting lemon in her tea, and using the wrong fork for salad
and dessert, and she seems to have forgotten some things we talked about just
last week.�

Harry sighed, �It�s been one
hell of a week Emma.�

�Harry, could you do us a favor?�
she asked �For Dan and me actually.�

�Sure� he agreed.

�Could you call us Mum and
Dad?�

Harry�s eyes filled with tears
again �I�d love that . . . Mum!� and she held him again.

�We always wanted a son, but
after Hermione was born, well, it was a difficult delivery and we can�t, I
can�t . . .�

It was Harry�s turn to sooth
his newfound mother in love.

After a short while she pulled
a hanky from her skirt pocket and blew her nose �just look at us, what a sight
I must be!�

�You look great Mum, I can see
what Mione will look like in a very few years and I�m the luckiest guy in the
world.�

�Mione?� she asked, �she lets
you call her that; since when?�

�Going on seven years now,
why?�

�She hates it when someone
tries to give her a nickname, or to contract her name,� she smiled, �it just
means that our Hermione has thought of you as something special for a very long
time already!�

Dan came into the kitchen and
said �Oi, you�ve already got one Granger girl,� then he pulled his wife into a
playful hug, �leave this one to me!�

�Sure thing . . . Dad.�

Dan�s expression went from one
of shock, through pensive, then delighted.

�I�m going to take this lovely
creature to our room now, son, we�ll just say our goodnights now.�

�Goodnight Dad, Mum.�

�Goodnight son.�

They were not quite as
foot-sure as they could have been climbing the stair, but they made it to their
room more or less upright.� Harry smirked as he realized that his in-laws were
in the room farthest from the Master, way to go Meacham! �

Harry went back into the
library where he found his fianc� staring into the fireplace.

�A knut for your thoughts� he
said bending down to kiss her gently.

�They�re good people� she said.

�Well, they had you, of course
they are� he said without hesitation.

�And they love you already, you
charmer you!�

�Well, I�ve heard stories about
in-laws from hell and I hoped we�d try to make a good first impression.�

�Mr., um, Dad thinks the world
of you; he told me that I should hang on to you, that you were a keeper.�

�I hope you didn�t tell him I
was a seeker instead� he chortled.

�Seek all you want Harry, but
make sure you always find me at the end of the day.�

�I will.� To bed?� he asked.

�To bed� she agreed.

As they waked up the steps they
heard a faint moaning coming from the guest room, followed by the unmistakable
squeaking of bedsprings.

A feminine �Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
. . .� was countered by a male voice going �uh, uh, uh, uh, uh . . .�

Harry looked at Hermione,
eyebrows raised, grinning like a madman, she grinned back in like manner and
together they all but ran to the master bedroom.� They were going to make some
noise of their own, but with one difference.

Harry knew a few good silencing
charms.

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Author�s note: in Great Britain garter belts are called suspenders.� The line �If this is torture, chain me
to the wall is from Oliver and Company.
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