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Chapter 4:

Ariana’s face was awash with wonder in the crowded mash of Diagon Alley. Even a relatively unusual thing such as a ghost riding on someone’s back was only drawing the occasional glance. She leaned this way and that as Harry maneuvered through the throng. Their first stop was at the very far end of the row. The immense and ornate goblin bank, Gringotts.
At the bottom of the marble steps, Harry noticed that the two liveried goblins standing at the door were a little more careworn than usual. Apparently they were not convinced by the Ministry propaganda that all was well and Voldemort was just as dead as ever. Harry had never been especially fond of goblins, but he now had to confront that they had every bit as much reason and perhaps even more to fear from Voldemort’s return than wizards. Although the relationship between goblins and wizards was little more than contentious, they at least had freedom to own their own possessions and operate without fear of direct persecution under the current political climate.
As they climbed, the goblins stared at Ariana suspiciously, but didn’t obstruct his path. However, before he could open the door, the taller goblin to his right held out a long-fingered hand.
“Halt. Announce your name and be confirmed.”
Harry was bewildered. “What? But I’ve never had to do anything like that before.”
The goblin grinned wickedly. “We’ve improved security. Are you refusing?”
Grumbling a bit, Harry bit back his annoyance and just said. “Harry Potter. Here to access my vault.”
The goblins did the customary quick glance at his scar. Then the taller goblin groped at the air and gibbered something. Harry felt like someone was examining him from just out of sight, but when he looked around, no one was there. The goblin grunted, but whether in satisfaction or dissatisfaction, he could not tell. Apparently he had passed some sort of test, though because they opened the huge bronze doors and said, “Proceed, Harry Potter.”
The shorter goblin followed them inside and located a third goblin who was possibly older, and considerably better dressed. He whispered something in a hissing voice and returned to his station. The third goblin approached them and gestured politely to a side office.
“Mr. Potter. I am Gornuk. Will you please accompany me to my office for a moment, so that we may discuss your account?”
Harry obliged immediately, if only out of surprise at the sudden and unexpected politeness. Hermione gave him a curious look and took his hand. The office was not overlarge, but it was very comfortable. The seats were upholstered in a rich green leather that Harry suspected may have been dragon hide. He helped Hermione into her seat and then sat down himself and waited for Gornuk to work his way around to the other side of the desk.
“Mr. Potter, I am the relationship manager for Gringotts appointed to your family accounts. With your recent change of status, we will simply need to complete a few additional forms to store with your file. I will endeavor to complete my task quickly, so that you may resume your visit.”
The customer service patter felt so normal that Harry almost missed what was said. “I’m sorry, my change— what change of status?”
“Ah, I apologize. Many newly married couples are not informed about the relevant differences in finance. If you would like, I can provide some literature that should assist. And of course, the balance of the trust may now be moved out of escrow and into your primary vault.” Gornuk rattled everything off smoothly while he dug through folders in his desk and pulled various binders from the shelf behind him.
“Newly… But Hermione and I aren’t— We just—” Harry gabbled. Gornuk looked up at him in polite incomprehension. Hermione coughed and kicked his ankle. “Ow— Oh. Um. I mean, thank you Gornuk. What, um, what do you need from us?”
Gornuk nodded and slid several pieces of parchment across the desk and handed Harry a quill. One claw-like fingernail tapped several spots where a large X was marked on the page. “We just need you and your wife to please sign in these places. When you have finished, please mark the date on this line here.”
They diligently scribbled their names in all the correct places. Harry couldn’t help but notice that for her surname, Hermione just did a sort of wobbly line that could have passed as basically any combination of letters. He didn’t know what was going on, but at least he could count on Hermione not to get them further into some sort of mess.
Then it was done, the papers had been shuffled away, and Gornuk was standing from his desk. He led them from the office and over to a row of goblins working off to the side of the lobby. “Your key, please, Mr. Potter.”
“What? Oh, um, here,” Harry handed over the little golden key.
Gornuk passed it to one of the goblins seated in front a large, iron black device with a single hole in the front. He spoke in rapid Gobbledegook, but Harry caught “Potter” in there somewhere. The other goblin took the key and slotted it into the hole. There was a far off clanking and rattling noise, and the key popped out into the goblin’s hand. He handed it back to Gornuk, who held it up for Harry.
“Your key has been realigned with your vault. If you have any spare keys, please bring them with you on your next visit to be corrected.” Gornuk waved and another goblin appeared at his elbow. “Ergrik here will escort you to your vault and provide any other service that you require of us today. Thank you for banking with Gringotts and feel free to stop by my office any time you wish to discuss other ways we may assist you.”
With this, he departed. Ergrik started walking towards the archway in the back, beyond which Harry knew lay the track that would take him to his vault. They hurried along behind him and climbed into the cart when he held open the little door. Hermione sat between Harry’s knees, and he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. He looked over his shoulder at Ariana, whom he had grown so accustomed to that he scarcely noticed her unless she was making frightened noises in his ear like she happened to be doing now.
“Don’t worry. It looks scary, but it’s not so bad. Just hold on tight to me and we’ll be there momentarily.”
Ergrik grunted and the cart took off with its usual rickety, bone-crushing speed. Ariana let out a little squeak and Hermione squeezed Harry’s knee tightly. They went tearing around dozens of tight, tilting corners and finally skidded to a halt in front a huge vault door. Ergrik popped the cart open and Harry lifted Hermione over to the platform then climbed out himself.
That’s when he realized. This wasn’t his vault. Or, at least, not the vault he was used to. Before he could say anything, the little goblin had already turned his key in the lock and the vault door was swinging open. Harry’s jaw dropped open. He had always been self-conscious about inheriting a small fortune from his parents, but this was something else entirely. This was the accumulated wealth of generation after generation of success. The piles of gold were more than he could count, but it went beyond that. He suddenly understood much more clearly Gornuk’s politeness.
Hermione gasped and her hand flew up to her mouth. Ariana cooed lightly and asked, “Is all of this really yours? But it’s so much. What could you do with it all?”
A similar question was running through Harry’s mind. There were rows of shelves lined with exquisite pieces worked in gold and silver. Cutlery, dining sets, goblets, vases, crystal decanters, paintings, candlesticks, it was no wonder why it was all sitting in a vault. Harry couldn’t imagine how big a house would need to be to hold it all. Also, for all its extravagance and splendour, none of it actually looked like things you would use. It was all just sort of stuff to have.
He took Hermione’s hand and they explored around a bit. Ergrik stayed by the door and waited patiently. Harry took a few handfuls of gold to refill his pouch, which is originally all he needed. Now he was feeling vaguely lost, though. There was more here than he could even catalogue. Suits of armour held crested shields, ornamental tables were piled high with indescribable knick-knacks. Hermione tugged on his sleeve and ran over to look at something. There was a bookshelf packed tight with antique leather-bound volumes.
“Oh my gosh, Harry! Look at all of them. Can I look through them?”
Harry smiled and gave her a little squeeze on her arm. “Take all the time you need, Hermione. Anything that’s in here, you’re welcome to it. I didn’t even know I had any of this stuff.”
She squealed in delight and he went back to wandering between the piles to try and look for anything interesting that caught his eye. He felt drawn in a certain direction, but every time he tried to focus on it, it slipped away from him. He just surrendered to the feeling, drifting from stack to stack while occasionally stopping to examine something that Ariana would ooh or ahh at.
Sitting on top of a brass-bound chest near the back, there was an odd little contraption. It sat on a platform of deep, cherry red wood, and it was shaped a bit like a sideways crucible. Except curving from the side was a flue that rose in a single, wide spiral. It glittered like diamond, but at the center was a chamber as black as coal. Harry had no idea what it was or why he was drawn to it, but he knew he wanted to touch it.
He reached out and took it in both hands, and a thrill raced through him. It was warm to the touch, and the chamber reverberated like it was beating a drum inside his chest. It kept getting warmer, and the warmth was working its way back into his hands, and then his arms. His whole body was heating up, and the thrumming pulse from the center was rattling his teeth. Then the heat was retreating, and it was pulling something from him into the device.
It lit up with a molten silvery glow and Harry was only upright because his body had not checked in with his brain. It churned and hummed in his hands, and a dusty grey smoke started to leak out of a valve he had not previously noticed on the edge of the platform. It slowed, then stopped, and the whole object gave a rough cough and a bright sliver shot out of the flue and rocketed towards Harry’s face. Without thinking, he ducked. There was suddenly a quite noticeable weight hanging from his back.
He realized too late that he had put Ariana directly in the sliver’s path. He took her hands and pulled her around in front of him. She was suddenly much heavier, and he could not understand why she should weight anything at all. Her eyes were wide with panic and she clutched at her throat. Harry laid her gently on the ground and pushed her hands away from her throat. Something clicked. She no longer looked like a ghost. She hadn’t taken a breath in almost 100 years. She was alive, or at least she had a body, and she was still trying to think like a ghost.
“Ariana! Look at me. Focus. I need you to slow down and take a deep breath. Open your mouth, and breathe in.” Harry had her by the shoulders and was trying his best to grab her attention. It was no use. The fear ran too deep. Her eyes were already drooping from asphyxiation. He was out of options. He breathed in as deep as he could and then pushed his lips to hers. In shock, she opened her mouth, and he exhaled, pushing the air into her lungs.
She coughed violently, but it was enough to wake up her system. She sucked in another ragged breath, and color started to return to her pale cheeks. Her large, blue eyes swam with tears and she gulped at the air like a goldfish. Harry pulled her into a tight hug. Her small frame trembled in his arms and his shirt dampened from her tears. She scrambled fearfully into his lap and curled up in his embrace. He stroked her back gently as the sobs slowly faded. She turned and looked up at him, and Harry saw her as a real, living, breathing person for the first time. She kissed him.
It was a clumsy kiss. Her lips pressed artlessly against Harry’s and her upper teeth raked against his lower teeth. Nevertheless, it had the passion of decades of isolation and helplessness. She pulled back abruptly, and buried her face in Harry’s chest in apprehension. His eyes were glassy in shock, but he instinctually ran his fingers up and down her spine in a soothing orbit.
He tried to think of something to say that didn’t make him feel more clueless than he already was. So you’re alive now. Not really in tune with the gravity of the moment. He touched some weird shiny object, and now a ghost was alive again and sitting in his lap. There wasn’t any rational explanation he could come up with, and the compounding weirdness of the situation was leaving him psychically depleted.
“Harry?” Ariana’s voice had lost its ethereal echo. Now it just sounded small, frightened, and quavering. “Can— can we go find Hermione, please? I just want to… I mean, what if we…”
It struck Harry what she meant. It was possible that they were both, well, delusional or something. Or both dead. Or anything other than what he thought was happening. Having someone else confirm that she could see and touch them would be a comfort.
“Of course. Let’s go talk to her. Who knows, maybe she’s found something in those books which explains all of this.” He helped her to her feet, paused momentarily in consideration, then grabbed the device and tucked it under his arm.
“Ehmm, Harry? Could I… could I still ride on your back, please?” She glowed pink and her small white teeth nibbled at her finger.
He just smiled and scooped her up and swung her around onto his back. She squeaked and clung to him. Just briefly, she giggled in his ear. It was a bright and bubbling sound, and that one small laugh filled Harry with contentment.
When they found Hermione, she was sitting cross-legged in a circle of books. The tips of her fingers were grey with dust, and there was a dessicated moth caught in her curls. She didn’t look up at their approach, and Harry had to high step over a stack of dusty volumes to tap her on the shoulder. Yanked back into the world, she blinked owlishly and smiled at Harry. Then she saw Ariana and made a sound like a leaky trombone.
Hermione went vertical in a single possessed leap. Before Harry could say a word, she was over the books and grabbing pieces of Ariana’s smock and tapping it with her wand and babbling any charm she could think of to check it. When she was about to do the same to Ariana’s arm, Harry caught hold of her hand and turned her around.
“I know it’s a lot to process, but try not to overwhelm her, okay?” Harry said gently.
Hermione looked embarrassed. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Ariana. I didn’t mean to be impolite. It just caught me by surprise. What happened? How are you, um, physical?”
Ariana buried her face in Harry’s shoulder and he answered for her. “We don’t know. I touched this thing and something shot out, and then she was alive.” Harry held out the object and immediately Hermione’s attention shifted.
“But, Harry, what is it? You really should be more careful. Powerful magical objects can be really dangerous.” Her reprimand ran on autopilot. Her eyes and hands were needed elsewhere.
“Aparecium… Revelio… Aberto… Pateficum…” Hermione was burning through the litany of simple charms to get the object to do something, but so far nothing was happening. It was self-evidently magical. That seemed to be the extent they were able to know at the moment.
Hermione cautiously reached out and took the object in both hands. Her arms went rigid and her eyes went as big as dinner plates. “Harry! It’s— it’s getting warm.”
He tried to pull it from her hands, but it was no use. Her fingers may as well have been part of the platform. “That’s the same thing that happened to me. I don’t think it’s going to hurt you, though. I’m afraid to do anything more in case I break it.”
“Something is happening. I feel like something is getting pulled out of me.” Her voice was taking on a panicky note, and Ariana had clamped her hand over her own mouth.
“Just take a deep breath, that means it’s almost over.”
Grey smoke was trickling out of the valve, along with some sort of gritty black material which evaporated on its way to the ground. Then, suddenly, the tension retreated from Hermione’s arms and she released the device at once. Harry kept waiting for the little flash of movement from the flue. It never came.
“Are you okay, Hermione?” Harry asked without taking his eyes off the object.
She took one long, steady breath. “Actually, I feel really good. Better than I’ve felt in ages. Is that what happened when you used it?”
“Mostly. Except something flew out the top when I used it. I guess I felt better. I got so distracted by what happened to Ariana that I didn’t really stop to think about it.”
“Whatever is happening, we’re not going to get any closer to figuring it out by standing around here. Did you find everything that you need?”
“I guess. I really just needed to get a few galleons out of my vault. I wasn’t really prepared for any of this. I’m taking this thing with me, whatever it is. It feels important. I mean, obviously it’s important, or else Ariana would still be a ghost.” He gave Ariana’s arm a little squeeze and she giggled.
“Harry… Do you think it would be okay if I, um, took some of these with me?” Hermione was hugging one of the old volumes close.
Harry laughed. “Take everything you want, wife.”
She winced slightly, but then started loading books into her bag, which must have been much larger on the inside than it looked. “We probably need to talk more about the marriage thing. I think I know what’s going on, but this isn’t the best place to discuss it.”
“I think we’re done here anyway. If you’re packed up, let’s head out.” Harry gave Ariana a little boost to reposition her on his back.
A few minutes later, they were walking out of Gringotts. The sun was high in the sky, and they were all feeling pretty hungry, so they stopped in at Florean Fortescue’s for ice creams. Ariana looked through all the flavor options with naked delight. Eventually opting for a cone piled high with strawberry and peanut butter ice cream, Ariana sat happily on a bench next to Harry. Her sharp, pink tongue flicked out like a cat, cleaning around the edges of the cone. Harry and Hermione shared a waffle bowl full of praline and marshmallow.
While they ate, they chatted about this and that. They had huge fun watching a gruff-looking wizard with long grey hair wrestling an enormous creature that looked like a dinosaur with an eagle’s head. He dragged it by steps up to Ollivander’s, and the old wand-maker met them at the door personally to escort them around the side of the shop. After they were gone, Hermione explained that it looked like a snallygaster. Harry snacked on ice cream while she gave a short lecture on the rarity of the creatures and efforts to protect them in the wild.
Once finished, they just sat peacefully in the sun, enjoying each other’s company for a little while longer.
“So what’s next, Harry?” Hermione finally asked.
“Well, I thought we probably need some new clothes. At least I do, and Ariana definitely does. I would be happy to get some things for you as well.”
Ariana plucked at her ill-fitting chemise and frowned. Even in life, her wardrobe had not been very expansive. The afterlife had not afforded her many opportunities to explore the world of fashion. Still, she considered, at least she had Hermione to help her with what to wear.
"Ooh, that would be wonderful! Should we go to Twilfitt and Tattings?” Hermione asked while looking at Ariana with a calculating expression.
“Um, sure. I’ve never actually been there. I usually just go to Madam Malkin’s.” Harry was already starting to wonder if he was getting in over his head.
Hermione giggled, “Harry, that shop is fine for school robes and things, but it’s not really… Look, we can find much nicer clothes for you, I promise.”
They made their way up the lane to a small shop whose front was mostly window with curly iron braces. Inside, there was an array of elegant robes, coats, and other articles of wizardwear. A brass handrail led up three short steps tiled in black slate. The door was open, and a pleasant woodland smell drifted out into the street.
Stepping inside, they were immediately greeted by a very thin old wizard with a few wisps of snow white hair and an impeccably trimmed and waxed grey mustache. He wore a snug and surprisingly modern looking robe of rust-colored herringbone and his feet must have been quite large because his wingtips jutted out to make him look like a capital L.
Very pleasantly, but efficiently, he shuttled them into the back one at a time to take measurements and ask questions about what they liked, what their day usually contained, whether they spent time outdoors and so on. Harry had no idea how long something like this was supposed to take, but he suspected that the little old man (who must be either Twilfitt or Tatting) must be very fast because there was none of the fumbling with pins that he was used to at Madam Malkin’s. He would shrug on a cloak or shuffle into a pair of trousers and the man would flick his wand and the fabric would tack itself back into place. He would study Harry for a moment, make a few adjustments, and then take back the article of clothing and change it for something else.
Barely two hours later, Harry was feeling very dapper in a new worsted wool robe of checked charcoal with matching trousers. He had a few other items that he quite liked in a bag sitting on a nearby chair. Hermione had chosen a simple but lovely A-line skirt in powder blue and a cream colored blouse. Ariana, however, was the most incredible transformation. The old wizard had tutted laboriously at her current appearance, and fully half of the two hours had been spent with her in the back trying things on. The results were stunning. She wore a periwinkle midi dress with a mock neck and no sleeves. She came out blushing furiously and staring at the ground, but when she looked up, the color made her eyes flare like chunks of azurite in the sunlight.
Harry and Hermione both just stopped and stared. It was breathtaking. Her small, ivory hands tangled in front of her chest. Long, strawberry blonde hair climbed like ivy over her shoulders and neck. In her chemise, she had seemed over-thin and even a bit gaunt. Although she still looked delicate, it was not the frailty of weakness, but the diaphanous fragility of porcelain so fine that it was almost transparent. Harry looked down and guiltily realized that she was barefoot. Her little pink toes were slightly dirty from her short time down from his shoulders since leaving Gringotts.
Hermione ran directly over to her and swept her into a hug. She froze like a captured rabbit, and then relaxed and the two girls went to a corner to whisper excitedly together while Harry paid for the clothes and packed everything away. Hermione and Ariana both had a few other items like himself, and the trip had left his gold pouch altogether lighter than he had expected. However, that was no issue as he couldn’t think of anything else he needed to buy at the moment and there was more gold than he could count back in his vault. As he approached Hermione and Ariana, they looked up at him, and Ariana turned almost crimson as Hermione whispered something in her ear and giggled.
Feeling a bit lost at sea, Harry just ignored it. “Hermione, do you know if there’s any sort of way that people can get their gold out of their vault without having to go to Gringotts every time? It just, it kind of seems like it’s not very practical.”
Hermione was stumped, but amazingly, Ariana actually piped up with an answer. “You can, ehm, that is, they will give you an argenstium if you ask. A lot of wizards don’t like carrying them because they’re, well, kind of dangerous.”
Harry looked at her quizzically, “What’s an argenstium, and why are they dangerous?”
“It’s kind of like, ehm, a little door into your vault. You tell it what you want, and then you open the door, and it’s inside. But, well, then there’s a way into your vault without having to enter Gringotts.” Ariana seemed pleased to be able to help.
“But surely something that valuable, they would charm it so that it could only be opened by the vault owner?” Hermione cut in quickly.
“Oh, well, ehm, yes, but…” Ariana stammered.
Harry spotted the issue immediately. “If someone breaks in and threatens you or puts you under the Imperius curse, you could empty your entire vault for them without the goblins ever knowing anything was wrong.”
A look of relief washed over Ariana’s face just as a look of apprehension rose on Hermione’s. “Oh! Well that’s really dangerous, then. Are you sure you want to have something like that, Harry?”
He shrugged, “It’s just gold. If I’m in that situation, things are probably already pretty bad. Besides, I’ve got you to protect me.” He grinned crookedly and Hermione gave him a shove.
“Come on. Let’s go ask Gringotts about them. I also have another thing I want their help with.” Harry scooped up Ariana and she let out a little squeak. “Hermione, do you think you could transfigure some sandals for our friend?”
Hermione gave an exasperated sigh, “Honestly, Harry.” She muttered a quick charm to clean the skinny girl’s feet and then turned a couple of pamphlets on the properties of cashmere into a pair of thongs. “There. I’m not much good at fashion magic, but they’ll keep your feet safe and clean at least.”
Ariana wriggled her toes appreciatively and then looked up at Harry. “Did you mean that?”
He was bemused. “Mean what?”
“Am I really your friend?”
For the briefest moment, Harry pictured her with straggly blonde hair and a butterbeer cork necklace. His heart sunk, but he shook his head to clear the thought.
“Of course you are. Hermione and I really like you. You can stay with us for as long as you want.” Hermione touched his arm and smiled.
Ariana gave him a soggy grin and wiped her eyes on her shoulder. Harry put her on his back and they left to return to Gringotts. As the day was wearing on, the crowds were thinning and it only took them a few minutes before they were trotting up the marble steps once again.
This time Harry was ready. “Harry Potter, here to see Gornuk.”
The goblin gave him a little grunt, but after another quick check, they were allowed inside and Gornuk spotted them almost immediately. He hurried over.
“Mr. Potter, was there something further we can assist you with today?”
“Yeah, I’d like a argen…so—”
Hermione huffed and interrupted. “He means an argenstium. Can you help us, please?”
“Of course, madam. Please, step into my office and we’ll make the arrangements.”
This was apparently a much more serious request than Harry had been anticipating. Several rounds of goblins came through with additional forms for him to sign, agreeing that the bank had no liability for what happened outside their walls, agreeing to return the argenstium when he was finished with it, and so on. Then there was some sort of a magical alignment process while the charm to access the vault was keyed to him. Finally, they handed him a very anti-climactic stone box with a lid that slid out of a groove in the top.
“How do I use it?” Harry gave the box a nervous glance, like he was afraid gold would just start pouring out at any second.
Gornuk spent the next few minutes patiently explaining the process, which was really quite simple. You told the box exactly what you wanted, and it would acquire it from the vault. Then you opened the lid and it would be inside. The inside of the box would expand to whatever size was necessary to accommodate the request. If a deposit had to be made, or you had simply made a mistake, you just tapped on the lid and said “Send it back” and it would return to the vault.
Harry thanked him profusely, and then made the other request he had come for. “Would it be possible to get some sort of, like, catalog for what’s in my vault? That way I know how to request certain things from home?”
Gornuk smiled. “Certainly, sir. We will simply need to send someone into your vault to inventory everything. Would that be acceptable?”
“What? Oh, sure. Umm, do I need to sign anything?”
“That won’t be necessary. We will complete the inventory this evening and I will send you a catalog by owl post once it has been finalized.”
“Great, thanks. I appreciate all your help, Gornuk.”
“It is a pleasure to fulfill my duty,” the goblin said diplomatically.
Then, once more, they were back on the street. The sun was creeping below the line of buildings and the air was growing cool and crisp. Ariana gave a little shiver and Harry squeezed her knee absentmindedly.
“Want to go grab dinner at the Leaky Cauldron?” Harry asked.
“That’s a great idea. I’m absolutely starving.” Hermione poked at her grumbling belly.
They went through the archway at the end of the alley and talked to the barman Tom for a table. They all ordered food, a steak and kidney pie for Harry, fish and chips for Hermione, and pea soup for Ariana. After they were finished, Harry ordered a round of butterbeers and they sat and laughed together as they chatted about the day and the different characters in the pub.
Hermione leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear, “Hey, we should get a room.” She slid a hand up the inside of his thigh and winked lasciviously.
Minutes later, he was unlocking a room at the top of the stairs, and Hermione was pushing him inside. Ariana bobbed along behind them uncertainly.
He threw the door shut and pushed Hermione against it. She gasped and bit at the air in front of her. Harry lifted her off her feet and held her hard against the wall while he kissed her. His mouth pressed into hers and her tongue darted into his mouth. He ran strong hands up her thighs and hiked her skirt around her waist. Her soft skin dimpled around his fingers as he squeezed her and mauled her soft bottom.
She managed to raise a hand and placed two fingers against his lips. His tongue ran between them and sucked the fingers into his mouth, and she laughed and pressed him gently back. Lowered to the floor, she took him by the hand and led him to the bed. She sat him down and ran a palm down his chest. She thumbed loose his robe ties and let it fall away. Then she worked her way sensuously to his waist and pulled at his trouser button, popping it loose and pulling down the zipper. She shimmied his trousers down off his legs and looked him longingly in his mismatched eyes as she licked her lips and kissed a path up his thigh to the rapidly hardening length between his legs.
Harry groaned and grabbed fistfuls of bedding as Hermione’s lips brushed the tip of his cock. Inadvertently, he glanced up and saw Ariana staring at him from right next to the window. Her eyes were frantic and her legs were clenched tightly together. She was biting the finger of one hand and the other was wedged between her thighs. Hermione’s warm, wet mouth opened and the firm head of Harry’s cock passed between her lips and Ariana practically lunged off the wall.
Time and place were erased from Harry’s mind as he felt the strong, nimble tongue massaging his shaft as Hermione struggled to fit more and more of him into her mouth. At the edge of her throat, she began to gag and her eyes watered. She slowed down and backed off slightly, but then worked her way forward again, a little at a time. Harry took her thick cinnamon curls in his hand and thrusted gently in and out of her mouth. She salivated in rivulets down the veined member. Her jaw was strained to fit around it, and when she gagged, her clean, even teeth brushed against him and the intensity made him buck against her face.
Hermione’s head bobbed steadily as she sucked hard on the thick cock. She hadn’t quite made it halfway down yet, but not for lack of enthusiasm. Harry’s fingers were wrapped through the curls at the base of her head, and every swirl of her tongue sent a pulse through his body and made his rigid shaft throb.
“Hermione. Bloody hell. Your mouth feels so good. God, I love it. I could live forever like this.”
She gave a satisfied gurgle and pushed her lips as far as they would go. As she pulled her head back, she sucked hard and Harry let out an explosive moan. He grabbed her head tight and pumped hard into her mouth. She sank her fingernails into Harry’s thighs and greedily slurped at him. With one final primal howl, Harry pulled her face down and flooded her mouth and throat. She pulled off of him with a wet pop and gave him a drooling smile with beads of pearl white cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. She narrowed her eyes mischievously at Harry, stood up, turned around and went to Ariana. She pulled her close and kissed her passionately, drips of Harry flowing around their tongues and running down their chins.
Harry’s flagging erection immediately returned to full strength. His mouth hung open and his eyes bulged. Ariana was lost to the moment and allowed herself to be stroked and nibbled by a suddenly impetuous Hermione. She took Ariana’s hand and led her to the bed. She slid a knee between Ariana’s thighs and spread her legs apart. Harry couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned over Hermione and took her earlobe between his teeth. His hand slid over the pillowy globe of her butt and a questing finger searched for the waistband of her knickers before discovering that she wasn’t wearing any. He was shocked.
“Hermione! Naughty. I never would have believed it.” He breathed in her ear.
She giggled and lifted Ariana’s head to his face. “She would never admit it, Harry, but she’s desperate for you right now. Give her a kiss. She needs it so badly.”
Harry stopped briefly and looked at Hermione questioningly. This was not the reserved, bookish nerd he had known for so long. Something new had awoken in her, and he had to trust that she knew what she wanted. She gave him a sympathetic smile and a small nod. That was all the confirmation he needed. He leaned forward and locked eyes with Ariana, who by now was mouthing at the air thirstily. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and her tongue flicked at her upper teeth.
He kissed her. Tenderly, warmly, he pressed his lips against hers and tasted her sweet moan. Then, with more intensity. Her soft pink lips opened to his long red tongue. She reached for his back, but her touch was so light as to be unnoticed at first. Harry swept the tip of his nose across her cheek and kissed down the line of her jaw. She arched into him and let out a small whimper. Harry noticed a velvet touch wrapping around him far below. The slow, confident stroke told him it was certainly Hermione. His awareness returning, he explored her bottom with a hand once again and a long finger teased the very edge of quickly moistening lips.
Hermione gave a happy little purr and started to kiss Ariana’s neck. Another hand found Harry’s length, but this one was feather faint and hesitant. Hermione’s hand left him and wrapped around Ariana’s, holding it fast to his iron hard shaft. She guided the small hand up and down, all the way to the base, and then excruciatingly slowly back to the head. Ariana hiccuped nervously and struggled to resume kissing.
Hermione cupped her fingers and massaged Ariana rhythmically through her panties. When the worn cotton grew damp, she looped a finger through and pulled them to her knees. Ariana tried to curl up to cover her sudden nakedness, but Hermione’s leg held her pinned. The cool air blew across her smoothly bald lips and caused little goosebumps to rise on the cushiony crease. A liquid shine glistened on her in the dark. Hermione dragged a fingertip across it and brought it to her mouth. She held Ariana’s eye and licked the moisture from her finger luxuriously.
A high pitched whine was escaping from Ariana. She begged. “Please… Please, I need him. I can’t take anymore. Please.”
Hermione directed the tip of Harry to the wet folds between Ariana’s legs. “Be very gentle, Harry. Take it slow.”
He obliged happily. Just the very tip parted her lips and stole inside. Almost immediately, she was too tight for him to continue. She gave a small yelp and he backed out and stroked her cheek. Then, once more, he slowly moved forward. This time, almost the full head went inside, and a thin ring stopped him from proceeding. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
“This next bit will hurt, but not for long. I want you to put your mouth right here,” Harry gestured to the hard ridge of muscle running from his neck to his shoulder, “and bite down hard when it hurts. If you want me to stop, just say so.”
She nodded at him wide-eyed and obediently rested her teeth on Harry’s bulging trapezius. Harry shifted his hips just slightly forward and tore through the ring of skin. Ariana gasped in pain and bit down. Harry stroked her hair and waited for the pain to pass. A moment later, she relaxed, and took a shuddering breath. Her opening spasmed around him and he patiently stayed just where he was until she rose up to meet him. He pushed just a bit further inside, then withdrew. She gave him a disappointed huff, but he just smiled and his cock penetrated her deeply. A wild cry erupted out of her and she thudded her forehead into his chest.
Hermione worked Ariana’s dress up and over her head. Her breasts were small and firm, and two stubby nipples like pencil erasers stood proudly from pink areolas the size of quarters. Hermione mewed and attacked the small baps. Sucking, tweaking, and kissing all over them while Harry pushed into her again and again. Her whole body shook from the stimulation.
Ariana bounced gracefully on Harry, trying her best to take him as deep as he would go. So far, this was only a few inches, but even that was flooding her brain with bliss. He felt impossibly large inside her. One arm supported her, and its slender muscle belied the strength and control he had. She felt safe and warm and loved. She felt wanted and sacred. The pleasure transcended her body and burned fires in her soul. Rapture rose from within and divine ecstasy pounded through her like a current. She tensed and sobbed. Relief and euphoria and peace crested in a wave that washed up on the shore of her sexual bond with Harry. Her passage gripped and held him firm inside her as the intensity of her climax rose and faded.
Harry was absorbed completely in his goal of making Ariana feel as good as possible. Her warm, plush folds were taking him beyond reason, and only total focus was preventing him from releasing and collapsing in exhaustion. Her orgasm pushed him to the absolute limit. The consuming tightness was too much to bear.
“Ariana, you feel incredible. I’m about to finish.” Harry gasped.
“Harry… Make me yours. I want to be yours.”
Thick essence flowed out of Harry and filled Ariana. He slowly pulled free and a lone white tear beaded at the rosy opening. Hermione kissed down her stomach and lay between her legs, lapping at her folds and savoring the taste of Harry and Ariana’s sexual release. Ariana murmured in tired arousal. Harry resumed his curious probing at Hermione’s dripping sex, slipping a finger inside and testing this angle and that. Rubbing here, stroking there. Hermione rocked against him in relaxed satisfaction while she feasted on Ariana.
In the dark and silence, they lay together. The three lovers warm and satisfied, tangled in each other’s embrace. Patiently and joyfully exploring the happiness of their partners with fingers, tongues and bodies. Ariana drifted to sleep first. Hermione and Harry held her between them and pulled the blanket high to keep her cozy through the night. When she awoke in the morning, strong arms were folded around her and soft legs rested on her hips. It was the happiest she could ever remember being.
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