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Harry Potter & the Stone of Dreams	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 15672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, or Wizards of Waverly Place, or any of their associated properties. I make no money from the production of this work.

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Jerry Russo didn't have any more quandaries about Hermione and Harry staying in Alex's room while they spent the next few days recuperating. Alex was in good hands. Alex had found some people who would love her and support her as much Jerry and Teresa, and Alex's two brothers did. His only remaining concern was the possibility that Alex might skip out on her last year of High School to follow Potter and Granger back to England.

Justin and the engineering wizards had encased the Stone of Dreams in a new core container and rebuilt the computer controls and the connections to the grid. They were finally able to shut down the wormhole which had been siphoning off plasma from the Indian Point power station's nuclear core.

Now all Justin had to deal with were the people calling for Professor Crumbs', and Chancellor Rootie Tootietootie's heads because they were the only ones left in charge when the City had been destroyed. Justin understood the Wizarding Public's anger towards them. But he felt it wasn’t entirely deserved. Crumbs and the Chancellor hadn't set the system up after all; it had been in place since the mid-18th century, and despite all the jokes about his age, Professor Crumbs wasn’t really that old.

And really, Crumbs and the Chancellor had done the best they could, given that the Wizard Council had put a gag-order on them — a spell which literally would have gagged them if they had tried to tell the truth. It was a spell the Council had used on everyone with knowledge of, or access to the magical power plant, and it had only broken when the Council members who had cast it on people were killed in the explosion.

But people could call for their heads all they wanted. Justin was more or less in charge right now. Wizard World wasn't really a democracy (yet), and Justin felt that he could do a lot to change that — after he had pardoned the Professor and the Chancellor and returned them to their previous high status within the Wizard World government. For the immediate future, the Wizard Council would consist of the Chancellor, Crumbs, Helen, and Mr Stuffleby — with Justin running the show, given the lack of trust in Crumbs and the Chancellor.

Teresa was just glad that everything was over, and very pleased that she had been right; Harry and Hermione were good for Alex. She had more than a sneaking suspicion that Alex would be returning to Britain with Harry and Hermione, and was perhaps a bit less distraught than her husband at the idea.

Max and Ginny meanwhile were off by themselves pranking unsuspecting New Yorkers — mostly jerks and criminals. Ginny had decided that she was never letting Max go. He was as much of an idiot as Fred and George had both been put together, but he was so mellow and easy-going that he grounded Ginny in a way that Harry hadn't.

George had got bored of tagging along and had returned to Britain. He was dying to tell Ron what happened, but he thought it should be a surprise. So he decided to bunk at Bill and Fleur's for a bit until Harry returned.

Ginny didn't return to Britain when Harry and Hermione did a few days later. She figured Mum could just have Percy and Ron to boss around for now. She reckoned that was enough kids for Mum to keep under her thumb. Ginny wasn't coming back until it was time to go to Hogwarts for her 7th year — and she had decided that she was bringing along Max with her. She had forgotten entirely that she had wanted to be there to see Ron's face when Harry showed up at the Weasleys with both Hermione and Alex in tow.

But George hadn't forgotten, and he waited patiently for almost a week.

~o0o~

Harry and Hermione had returned to Britain with Alex, via the Russo's I.P.P., having thoroughly had enough of muggle transportation.

Harry wasn't quite sure where they should live. He didn’t really want to go back to the Burrow, where he and Hermione had been staying before their trip to New York. Harry considered his options.

His godfather's house was still really creepy (though that was where they were currently staying), and his parents' house in Godric's Hollow was still a ruin. But Harry really didn't want to buy another property. That just wasn't his thing, buying more than he really needed. The trip had been a splurge because Harry really loved Hermione, and he had wanted to share a bit of luxury with her.

And though they hadn’t been with Alex for long, Harry and Hermione couldn’t help feeling that they all had a long future together. Harry had lost so many in his short life whom he had counted as family, but finally, he knew in his heart that with Hermione and Alex at his side, he would build a new one. He was determined to share everything in his life with the both of them.

Alex was thrilled with England (especially shopping in London). She wasn’t sure about Number 12 Grimmauld Place, which reminded her of a haunted house, but as long as Hermione and Harry were there, it was home.

~o0o~

Harry was having a particularly nice dream, but as the pleasurable sensation grew, he became less certain as to whether he was asleep or awake. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep the night before was having sex with Hermione and Alex. They had been at it several times and passed out in a sweaty naked heap, limbs entwined.

Harry’s eyelids fluttered open, and he gasped. Hermione and Alex were both trying something new.

“Er...” was all he could manage, a heady rush of pleasure suddenly cutting off his power of speech.

Alex’s moist tongue swirled around the shaft of Harry’s erection. He could feel the crown burrowing into her throat as she pressed her lips to his pubes and he gasped again. Alex wetly released Harry’s stiffness from her mouth and grinned at him as Hermione took a turn sucking his penis.

“Morning Harry!” The sexy nude girl with sleek ebony hair chortled at his goofy expression. Hermione simply looked up at him naughtily with her big golden-brown eyes, her messy ringlets bobbing as she continued to suck.

It was more than he could take. Harry groaned and exploded, releasing a torrent of his stickiness into Hermione’s mouth. Startled, Hermione gasped and backed off. It was too late. Alex laughed her head off as ribbons of ejaculate continued to jet from the tip of Harry’s jerking penis, splattering against Hermione’s cheeks and landing across the bridge of her nose.

“Think that’s funny do you?” Hermione grinned wickedly at Alex, Harry’s seed dripping from her lips.

Before Alex realised what was happening, Hermione had her pinned to the bed, snogging her silly. Still in the throes of giddiness, Harry’s jaw dropped, and he began to chuckle. By the time the two naked girls concluded kissing and came up for air, Harry’s fluid was more or less evenly distributed across both of their faces and all three of them were laughing.

“That was better than any alarm clock!” Harry chortled. “How about I return the favour then?” Harry parted Hermione’s thighs and applied his lips to her sopping entrance.

As she felt Harry’s tongue slip into her fold, Hermione beckoned Alex closer. Alex didn’t need to be told twice. She turned around and presented her bottom to Hermione’s face. Hermione gave Alex’s smooth round cheeks a few squeezes before probing the younger girl’s humid crescent with her own tongue.

~o0o~

The bacon began to sizzle in the pan and Harry flipped it over deftly. He was tipping the egg mix into the other pan and stirring it into a scramble by the time Hermione and Alex had finished cleaning up and dressing. Soon enough they were all sitting around the kitchen table, grinning at each other a bit shyly and blushing as they ate breakfast, their most recent escapade still fresh on their minds.

“Mmm... you’re a good cook Harry!” said Alex, to change the subject before she dampened her fresh panties.

“Isn’t he though?” beamed Hermione.

“I think I finally get crumpets,” Alex added as she took another bite.

“Yeah... loads of butter is very important,” said Harry. Hermione smirked as she watched the melted butter trickle down Alex’s chin.

A flapping of wings caught everyone’s attention. Harry looked up at his new owl, a beautiful golden owl which he’d bought to share with Hermione the last time they had been in Diagon Alley.

“Thanks Horus!” said Harry as he took the envelope and gave his owl a piece of bacon. “It’s a reply from Bill and Fleur,” he continued as he scanned the letter. “They’ve said we can come around for tea this afternoon...”

“That’s lovely,” interjected Hermione. “Arthur is still too busy —  up to his eyeballs in work...”

“Arthur Weasley... the new Minister of Magic,” she added when she saw Alex’s questioning look. “He got the job when Kingsley Shacklebolt turned it down and told the Wizengamot they should elect Arthur instead. He’s George and Ginny’s father... Bill is his son too...”

“...The most sensible son really,” Harry continued with a nod. “Our friend Ron is one of the Weasley kids too. You’ll probably get to meet him eventually Alex —  but Ginny says he’s a bit mopey at the moment, so I think we’ll just avoid the Burrow for now. Then there’s Percy —  he’s a bit of a prat...

“...and then Charlie,” said Hermione. “But Charlie doesn’t live in England —  he’s a Dragon Handler...”

“Anyway...” Harry returned his attention to the letter. “Crookshanks is apparently doing just fine, so we can pick him up then if we’d like Hermione, but they don’t mind having him as long as we want. Fleur seems to really like him...”

~o0o~

Alex skipped along beaming radiantly, dragging a giggly Hermione by the arm along the sandy seashore. The crisp sea air near Shell Cottage was making Alex feel all tingly inside again and she began to wish that she and Hermione could just make out with Harry on the beach.

“Maybe later,” Harry told Alex with a grin. He had heard her thoughts. He, Hermione, and Alex had been hearing each other's thoughts more and more frequently over the last week. And it was getting harder and harder to resist each other and exercise restraint.

It must be the Triune connection really kicking in, Harry thought. He needed to talk to Bill before they went for a romp though. That's why they were here he reminded himself; Bill and Fleur were expecting them.

They were almost at the front door of Shell Cottage. Hermione and Alex glanced at each other wickedly. Harry didn't notice, as he was trying very hard to focus on what he wanted to discuss with Bill. Hermione and Alex both put their arms around Harry who was walking in between them, and they began kissing him vigorously. Harry’s resistance crumbled and he began kissing them back.

The door to Bill and Fleur's house swung open and Ron stood there in sullen shock, staring at the two girls both snogging Harry at once. He hadn't expected to see Harry at all, much less see this.

Ron began to turn purple while George held his sides laughing uproariously in the doorway behind him. George was laughing so hard that he fell on the floor, tears of mirth streaking his face. That bloody git had invited him, Ron thought furiously.

Bill facepalmed while Fleur looked away, smirking.

“BLOODY FUCKING HELL!” Ron swore loudly, and he disapparated in a rage.

The End

To Anony/Crazytalk:

Thank you for your reviews. :) Some of your points are perceptive, others, not so much. But you are pretty much right about Alex from your perspective. That is exactly how her character behaves. And the rest of the family is worse. Watch an episode of WoWP.

Yes, her Dad is a whiny bitch. But her Mom is not acting "cold" in this story. That is a misreading. Mom would ground her ass forever if she had the chance. But she also knows that her daughter is almost 18, and that she's kind of a badass, and she figures that Harry Potter is a better catch for her daughter than a jealous drunk werewolf.

That was your other misread. Alex wouldn't have drunk anything at all if Mason had picked up on her cues and not offered her booze. Every act subsequent to that is predicated on that point.

As to Dad and the 'boy in the bedroom.' Well Hermione had to be casting healing spells every few hours through the night, and she sure as hell wasn't staying there without Harry.

And as to the "magical lust," it's a metaphor for discovering who your soulmates really are. This story is the first part of a series in which that "soulbond" is explored.

Finally, I do not make characters I dislike my protaganists. I love that Hermione is bossy, and that Alex is bratty.

Just saw your last review. Thanks again. :) It means a lot to me that someone can read past the characters they don't like and still think that I've written a good story.
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