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Chapter List
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- 6
- 7
Finally at Home
By 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Harry Potter series. Unless real life interferes, updates. No money is made or asked for.
“Speaking/Talking” ‘Thoughts/Pondered’ "SHOUTING/SCREAMING/YELLING"
A/N: If the Hindi purushottam thing is wrong, blame the internet.
Hermione Granger – 15
Harry Potter – 14
Padma Patil – 14
Last Chapter
Flashback
Saturday, September 4^th 1993
Harry's throbbing cock was incased in warmth, this was so much better than his hand. It was wonderful, glorious, incredible, and anything else he could think of. The soft pressure all around him, the amazing warmth, Harry briefly thought about closing his eyes and swiftly banished that thought. He watched every inch of Hermione to enjoy what he never thought was real just he didn’t believe Shamus brags.
Hermione slowly slid all the way down until their hips met, she didn’t need the foreplay to get wet, her stripping in the common room made her wet. Hermione sat still to become used to being on Harry before she slowly raised up to the tip of Harry's cock and down. Hermione felt this was different, something that promised much better sex in her future… She eased her way and up and down over and over on Harry's cock. The tightness, the fullness, she couldn’t help herself and made a wordless moan of pleasure while that wonderful heat threatened to overwhelm her.
Harry held her hips and tried to set the pace; Hermione made him feel like he never had before, not even when he wanked off in the shower… ‘Merlin! Where did Hermione learn this?’ He thought. Being the first time for him Harry almost immediately flooded Hermione with his cum.
End Flashback
Chapter 6
Wednesday Morning, July 5^th1995
Three Bridges Railway Station, Crawley
With no way to contact Hermione or go to her home Harry decided to get something to eat. Fortunately there was a hole-in-the-wall fish an’ chips place nearby and Harry liked his fish and chips hot and greasy.
Harry was about to go inside when a blonde girl about his age stumbled out.
The blonde girl’s now former boyfriend, had stiffed her with last month’s rent for his flat when his cheque bounced, then he took off with some bint, all because she wouldn’t put out. Harry heard the rumble of her stomach and asked, “When was the last time you ate?”
She looked at the boy. There was something about him… Something she should know… “Yesterday… I thought I’d get something but I couldn’t.”
Harry misunderstood, “Sure you can. Come on, my treat, I’ve got time to kill.” Harry didn’t know when Hermione would arrive at her home, he had faith she would though, when Hermione put her mind to something she usually succeeded. She knew where to find him so he would wait. It was better to wait where she knew he would be since he wasn’t sure about finding her home. Besides after his recent experiences at the college dorm, having a pretty girl for company was a plus. Muggle summer clothes helped to make a girl look her best. They were no bikini but the girl’s shorts and shirt showed an interesting amount of skin.
The smell struck her again when she walked in again. The fish and potatoes were cooked in animal fat. She was about to walk out again when Harry took her by the elbow to a booth, “I heard your tummy grumble outside, eat.” She should know him but couldn’t place him. She thought he probably went to Hogwarts. It was most likely where she should know him from.
After their orders had been placed she tentatively bit into a deep fried potato and forced herself to grin. Her stomach didn’t care what she thought or believed and rumbled for more.

Harry sprinkled malt vinegar on his meal before he started to eat his with enthusiasm if not the best of manners. He usually followed Hermione’s lead but for now he was on his own with a pretty girl. His cock stirred under his shorts. It was ready for action. Maybe he could get some.

Harry was surprised when, "Let me get that for you," She dipped her napkin in a glass of water to wipe some fried flakes of fish around his mouth. Harry melted at her touch. Hermione would do this but no one else. They had only just met and here she was acting like a long time friend. He smiled while the cool water cleaned his face. Her shirt hinted at breasts with an inch or two of cleavage when she leaned forward. Harry would like to touch his cock tented his shorts.

She winced. It was like she should know him. She wished she did. Right now she needed a friend, not boyfriend and wished she could remember why he seemed familiar. Maybe a friend of her sister she had seen in passing? Parvati went through boys like she changed her underwear, often.
Harry was happy to talk with his new friend about anything while he stole from her cooling bowl of fish and chips. “Not hungry? You sounded like you were?” And bit down on some greasy fried fish. He wanted to see more of her.
The smell threatened to turn the blonde’s stomach. She supposed she could eat meat if she had to not if it smelled like this, even the fish smelled bad.
Harry was not a totally insensitive teenage boy and saw his new friend didn’t look so well. “I have to go back to the rail station and wait. Maybe we can get something from the snack bar, this doesn’t seem to agree with you. Would you like to come?” Harry was nervous and acted like he used to around a pretty girl. It probably wouldn’t happen but damn she looked nice. His cock rubbed against the fabric of his boxers when it twitched some more. The past five days had spoiled him, see a pretty girl and want to shag her.
She had nothing better to do and agreed. Something baked would be filling. She was disappointed he had not made a move on her and the unfortunately railway station was too public if he tried something. Something about him called to her.
No sooner had they entered the Three Bridges Railway Station than, “HARRY!” And Harry was hit by a bushy haired homing missile. Hermione looked at the girl next to Harry, “Who’s the blonde?”
“Oh this is… ah… I never did ask. What’s your name?”
She was going to make up a name when she recognized the girl hugging her new friend, “Granger?” Hermione Granger shared arithmancy class at Hogwarts with her.
“Do I know you?”
“We take arithmancy together.”
“We do?” Hermione went though her mental card files, “No… no blonde students in my class.”
She looked around. “Not here, too many muggles,” she said in a low voice to Hermione.
Emma could guess something was going on. Probably about the witchy school Hermione attended, “The Ladies Necessary, Hermione if you and your friend would?” Emma asked and led them away.
“Be right back,” Hermione kissed Harry.
Once inside the Rest Room, “Mum you got my wand?”
“No dear it’s in your bedroom.”
The blonde girl had her wand in hand from somewhere, “Allow me.” And the door was sealed. Followed by, “Finite.” With another wave of her wand the blonde was replaced by…
“PATIL!” Hermione said loudly and then in a lower voice asked, “Which one are you?”
“Padma.”
“How? What? Why here? Padma?” Hermione was almost speechless.
“Father died unexpectedly and that made my 6 year old brother Head of the Family…”
“What?”
Padma made an English shrug, “In magical India only the eldest male can be purushottam. Competence or age doesn’t enter the equation.” Padma shrugged, “That’s the way the old ways are...”
“What? P… prush… tam, that’s a mouthful.” Said Hermione, she had little to no interest in learning anything about India because she had no intention of ever going there. There was too much to learn closer to home first.
“Purushottam,” Padma sighed, annoyed her baby brother just became one, “It means, Highest Man, our Head of House in India.”
“So? You’re here, not there.”
“It is not that simple,” Padma Patil, explained, “if I stayed around long enough for Prabhu to learn the Patil clan magic he could force me, his bossy older sister, back to India. In a way I’m lucky he’s six. He is too young to be able to learn the needed family magic. I am not going to wait around in the hopes he changes his mind when he does learn it.” Padma tried to keep her face impassive while she thought, ‘Not me! If I’m not there to hear it Prabhu can order me ‘til he’s blue in the face!’ Her expression changed while she voiced her opinion of the ‘order’ she might receive from her new purushottam/brother who didn’t like Padma telling him to clean his room all the time. If she stuck around things could get sticky. Her sister had a different plan. Get knocked up, get married then she would no longer be a Patil. Padma could understand Parvati’s reasoning but was not ready to become a baby factory herself.
Hermione looked Padma over and hoped she isn’t as fanatical a vegetarian as Hermione originally thought. That whole, cows are sacred, thing was for the birds.
Hermione could see herself sucking and licking Padma. From what Hermione felt when she hugged Harry he already had a hardon and he didn’t even know who the girl was. Harry was not the same boy who left Hogwarts for the summer months. He would fuck Padma in a heartbeat if given a chance. Hermione was sure of it. Padma looked like she had the same coffee and cream brown skin as Parvati. In the open gymnasium style shower Hermione saw the tips of Parvati’s tits were dark chocolate brown. Padma’s were probably just as dark. Was Padma’s bush just as thick and black as Parvati’s? Probably, to match their head of hair, just as interesting to Hermione, was Padma a screamer? Hermione knew when Parvati ‘slept over’ in Lavender’s bed her screams sometimes kept Hermione awake. ‘I’ve never had sex with a foreign witch before.’ That was something new to add to her bucket list.
‘I wonder what a two girls and a guy threesome would be like?’ With the Weasley twins Hermione had the opposite, two guys and a girl, her. Hermione would like to mark another tick on her sexy bucket list. No, orgies don’t count; Hermione already marked that down as done.
Hermione smiled at Padma, her new project. Padma is a witch even when she was glamoured as a blonde. Did she feel it too? Witches are attracted to magically powerful wizards and Harry is a magically powerful wizard.
When Hermione, her mother and Padma walked back to meet with Harry he eyed the slender Indian girl who was a tad shorter than Hermione. Harry was in his teenage growth spurt which might see him reach 5’ 7” or so which would make him an inch or two taller than Hermione. Harry wondered why Parvati was walking with Hermione and why was she here?
Padma was secretly amused. She and Parvati grew up together in the same room, often even the same bed. Granger was not as discreet as she thought. Padma wouldn’t mind a little action. Girl on girl sex couldn’t knock her up and Granger was pretty in an English sort of way. After they had gathered Harry the four left the railway station to the Granger auto.
In the Granger Auto
Harry in the center of the back seat, Hermione on one side and Padma on the other side of Harry, mum Emma was in the front seat. Before they pulled out of the car park Hermione attacked Harry with a kiss. It didn’t stop there. “Padma help me get his T-shirt off.”
‘What was going on here? Granger’s mother is in the front and can see everything in the mirror.’
Not waiting for help Hermione tossed Harry’s shirt out the window not caring where it landed. They were away from the car park for Kings Cross railway station, they were still in London when Hermione’s T-shirt also went flying out the window. Padma watched Hermione kick off her flip-flops and take her shorts off. She was surprised to see Hermione had no Bra or knickers on. Hermione’s mother or Harry Potter did not react or protest when Hermione pulled Harry’s shorts down.
‘What kind of people was she in the auto with?’ Padma wondered.
Hermione straddled Harry, centered herself and sat with Harry’s cock in her. “Ahhh… I needed this,” Hermione bounced her hips up and downwards to meet her Harry’s thrusts. The vibrations of the moving auto added to Hermione’s good feelings. Hermione’s juices made Harry’s lap wet and sticky. Harry stretched and filled Hermione like she wanted to be. Harry could help Hermione forget she had been paid like some common street whore. Hermione rolled her hips in an attempt to increase the feelings Harry gave her, “MORE! MORE! … UHHHAA! HARDER! FASTER! ALMOST…!”
Padma could feel the car seat move in time with Hermione’s self thrusts. Padma was no stranger to girl-on-girl sex but this was full on, for real sex. As a Ravenclaw Padma always wanted to learn more and here was her chance. She watched Hermione flex up and down, Harry’s wet cock go in and almost out. When Padma glanced to the front, Mrs. Granger did not look upset at all, indeed unless she missed her guess, Padma thought she saw a ghost of a smile. What kind of a family were the Grangers? In spite of herself Padma started to feel warm.
"You keep this up I'm going to fill you soon." Harry looked at the up and down bouncing Hermione.
“That’s what I want! Shot your wad! Fill me up! Come on! DO IT!!!”
It was a tossup between her deep brown eyes and the pink aureoles of her breasts that held Padma’s attention the most.
The feeling in Harry’s cock rapidly increased. He wanted to cum and soon.
Without letting Harry’s cock escape Hermione turned enough, “THAT’S WHAT I WANT! THAT’S WHAT I NEED! FILL ME UP! I WANT IT!” Hermione kissed him hard; her arms squeezed Harry’s ribs. How could she get knocked up if Harry didn’t fill; her? Hermione didn’t bother with protection. Harry was her ticket for respectability in the Wizarding World. She gets knocked up; Harry marries her, problem solved.
Harry grabbed Hermione’s waist and started pumping out his creamy goodness. Hermione leaned over to grab Padma’s shoulder and pulled her to her.
Harry gave a wordless grunt. He was too far gone to stop. His hips kept bucking to fill Hermione, where Emma could see him fill her little girl, full of sperm. Harry saw Emma only smile wider at the sight of him filling Hermione with his hot seed in the rearview mirror.
While Harry coated her insides Hermione locked lips with a surprised Padma and screamed an orgasm into Padma’s mouth.
Padma couldn’t say anything with Hermione’s mouth covering hers. Indeed she didn’t want to. Caught up in the moment Padma held Hermione’s bare torso with one hand moving down to Hermione’s ass.
Hermione unbuttoned Padma’s blouse so she could reach through and pull Padma’s bra out and up over her breasts. Hermione broke the kiss so she could appreciate the contrast between the light blue of Padma’s bra and the milk chocolate brown skin of her breasts. Hermione had barely touched Padma’s raised nipples when with a shriek Padma started a tickle fight with Hermione until both of them were laughing too hard to continue.
Now he was no longer shooting his milky goodness in Hermione Harry leaned over to open the front of Padma’s capris style shorts. Because of Padma’s moves during the tickle fight her capris worked their way down to the seat and her imported American light blue panties were showing.
Harry couldn’t pull down Padma’s capris any farther because Padma sat on the backseat.
Padma didn’t protest or complain about Hermione and Harry’s opening her clothes. She expected something like this. She didn’t expect Granger’s mum would watch.
Losing her clothes and ‘touchy-feely’ was how she paid ‘rent’ at her ‘boyfriend’s’ flat hiding out from her family. Padma also suspected that was why he suddenly left leaving her to pay last month’s rent. She would not take that final step and have full on sex. With very little money left after she paid the demanding landlord.
Padma felt she was lucky she bumped into Harry Potter, she owed him. Padma decided she would wait and see before taking any final step she might regret. Although the way her magic responded to his sex with Granger filled her with heat. She forced herself to limit herself to what she did before; she could do it again, she promised herself no more. Without a second thought Padma raised her hips to allow Harry Potter to lower her capris pants. She was not surprised when she allowed Harry to hook the waistband of her matching light blue panties and pulled them off also. It seemed right and natural to allow Harry to strip her bare. Her magic responded to Harry’s stronger magic.
Hermione was disappointed when Harry had her move off his lap. He knelt on the floor then he lifted one leg at a time and put them on each shoulder.
Harry looked to see Padma’s hard brown nipples between Hermione’s paler fingers. Hermione kissed and teased Padma’s lips.
Harry rubbed and held Padma’s smooth teen legs but he didn’t try to go between her legs just yet. His hands felt the smooth marvel that was Padma’s hips before her toned abdomen captured his attention. Harry learned from Hermione too many boys went to a girl’s bits before she was ready. That it was better to control himself until she signaled for more, which in a way was hard to do, Hermione was almost always ready to let Harry shag her so long as his schoolwork was done.
Right now though, Hermione ignored her own advice and attacked Padma’s breasts.
Still laughing from the tickle fight Padma let her open shirt slip off her shoulders and didn’t care. She spread her legs wider for Harry. Accepting the invitation Harry dove head first between Padma’s legs sucking her juices.
Wednesday, July 5^th1995
The Granger Garage
Once home and the sliding garage door closed Emma smirked and went inside to warn Daniel they had an extra guest. She was not about to warn him about how they were not dressed.
Hermione hoped now was the time to recruit Padma to be a part of the Granger household. The girl was almost nude and seemed to enjoy her play fight in the auto and didn’t stop Harry from taking her socks off. Hermione did not say anything instead walked around the auto from her side, her teenage hips rolled in an exaggerated runway style. She helped Padma out of her parents’ auto followed by Harry.
Harry held Padma around her waist. It was his turn to kiss Padma. His kiss was not as hard or demanding as Hermione’s had been.
Padma was very aware of Harry’s erection poking her bellybutton. She never thought she would have the naked Boy-Who-Lived’s erect cock poking her belly.
Padma was as naked as they were, the three stepped in the house with their clothes bundled in their arms. This was all very new for Padma.
In the Patil home it was just Parvati and her in the skinny and only in their shared bedroom. Padma was always dressed properly elsewhere in the manor house.
At Hogwarts Ravenclaw had shower stalls for semi privacy. As a foreign witch only Cho Chang and Su Li were sometimes interested in relieving stress and they were Chinese. Padma’s twin sister only helped that way at home. There were boys Parvati hadn’t been fucked by and she didn’t want to miss out so Padma was high and dry in Hogwarts.
The Granger House
When Daniel saw the two naked girls, one of them his teenage daughter, he spit his tea and stuttered. Both girls looked so grown up.
‘This’ll be good,’ Hermione thought. Both girls handed Harry their clothes Hermione crossed her arms over her bare breasts. Hermione’s ‘triangle’ was days old and needed to be shaved again while Padma’s cunt hair was thick and curly.
Emma could see Hermione had grown into quite a looker. Hermione was not body shy before the amusement park and was even less so now if possible. Her body language shouted a new confidence in herself. ‘When did Hermione shave her pubic hair?’ Emma wondered. ‘And that brown skinned girl. She seems to be slotted in as if she was always there. What were they doing at Hogwarts?’
Hermione walked over to her daddy in her stripper runway saunter, “I… we have you where we want you,” Hermione said in a husky voice and started to rub her daddy’s pant’s covered stiffy.
Daniel’s expression changed and tried to free himself but Hermione held him tight. She rubbed the front of his pants faster and faster until he came in his clothes.
“Ohhhh, I think somebody needs a shower! Should we help him dear?” Emma Granger asked her daughter with a smirk.
“I think we should,” Hermione answered. “Is his shower sex any good?” she asked.
“Now is a good time for you to find out if Dan can handle two wet and wild bitches.”
“The two Granger women dragged their man away to the master bedroom with its ensuite bathroom.
On the way Emma pulled Daniel’s shirt tail out of his pants.
In the hall naked Hermione turned and rubbed her thigh on her daddy’s crotch smearing his cum even more.
While Hermione distracted Daniel Emma quickly took off all her clothes then she held Daniel tight so she could rub the front of her hips on his ass.
It did not take long before Draco filled his underwear with more cum.
“Are they always like this?” Asked an amazed Padma.
“Donno,” Harry answered, “From when I was here before I would have said no. But now…” Harry’s voice trailed off as he watched the Grangers. He didn’t know his hardon could hurt.
Emma reached around to squeeze the squishy front of the husband’s pants before she said to Hermione, “Dear, our boy needs to wash up before we can properly get screwed. Do your friends want to join in?” She gave her Dan boytoy an extra squeeze.
“Too true mum, to leave them out just will not do. HARRY, PADMA! TIME TO CLEAN UP! COME ON!”
“Don’t wanna,” Padma said in a low voice to Harry. She was trying her damnest to remember she did not want to get fucked, not yet, she barely managed to avoid that finial step in the auto. She only met the new Harry and Hermione today. They were nothing like the way she thought they were in Hogwarts. She was with Harry and Hermione because she didn’t give in before. Not Padma had to tightly control herself. One slip and she would bed to be screwed. This is not the Harry Potter she heard of back in Hogwarts. What changed?
Harry waved Hermione off. “We’re tired. We’ll go to bed for awhile.” His arm around Padma’s bare waist with his fingers touching Padma’s black pubic hair.
Padma thought this was beyond her wildest fantasies. She was naked with naked Harry Potter’s arm around her and she not only let him but wanted more.
“Be sure it’s to sleep… UH! …” Whatever Hermione was going to say ended when Dan grabbed Hermione’s upper arm, his cum was starting to cool off and felt uncomfortable, both Hermione and Emma made him feel really, really good. To hell with his earlier reservations about sex with Hermione he wanted both Granger women in the shower and he wanted them NOW! Daniel pulled them away to the master bedroom bathroom as fast as he could.
Upstairs
The two teens looked at each other. Padma could see Harry liked what he saw by his rising cock. “Don’t think so,” Padma challenged and took off running upstairs her bare feet making little noise. Harry dropped the bundled clothes in his arms to chase Padma’s bare behind. Padma had to laugh at Harry’s trying to run with his hard dick swinging from side to side.
At the top of the stairs Harry caught the laughing Padma he held her in his arms, the tip of his penis left wet streaks on her milk chocolate skin. Padma hugged him back. So long as he didn’t try to put it in her she was willing. Harry held Padma against the wall and rubbed on her until he came on her bare body. This was a first for Padma. She never had anyone shoot cum on her before. Harry thought Padma looked like a chocolate dessert with whipped cream on top and he was ready to eat her up. Instead he reluctantly showed Padma where the upstairs hall bathroom was.
Padma watched from the corner of her eye. She tried to appear nonchalant about their being in the skinny but that was hard. Hell, Harry was hard. Padma was wet from watching his cock move alongside her walking in the hall. It is not like Harry’s was the first cock she’s ever seen. However Harry’s is the first cock she wanted in her.
Downstairs Shower
At the same time in the shower Daniel stood behind Emma and washed her waist length hair. He massaged her scalp at the same time. She moaned in pleasure and surrendered to his touch.
While Daniel was pleasantly occupied, Hermione was on her knees and lathered his crotch before she washed it off so she could satisfy herself. Daniel saw the movement and grabbed the back of Hermione’s head with his sudsy hand and guided Hermione’s head so his cock was in her mouth.
Hermione’s skilled mouth made her dad cum before he finished Emma’s hair. Emma had to help slide the bigger man to the shower stall floor after Hermione was finished sucking him off.
Hermione stood to help her mum set her father down. Her dad was in no shape to screw her to the wall so they left him on the shower floor and Hermione helped wash the shampoo from her mum’s hair and her back and her breasts. Hermione was an unashamedly breast woman she learned from the best, her mummy.
Upstairs Shower and Guest Bedroom
Padma could feel Harry’s enthusiastic rubs from both his hands and his cock. The shower was taking longer than she thought it should. Harry shot his cum three times in a matter of minutes on her body. Never had she dreamt anything like this would happen to her. Harry surprised Padma by slowly sliding to the shower floor and sat Padma on his lap under the shower spray. Padma sat curled up on Harry’s lap she had never done this before and here she was naked in a naked boy’s lap the same day she met him. Sure she knew about the Boy-Who-Lived from the books and her sister’s gossip but this… this was beyond her wildest dreams. She opened her legs when Harry tried to gently spread Padma’s legs apart.
Padma guessed what might happen and didn’t care. She opened her legs wider. Instead of rolling Padma over on her back Harry parted Padma’s lower folds and slipped a finger inside. Padma whimpered in anticipation and spread her legs as wide as she could. She was going to do it. She was going to let the Boy-Who-Lived shag her. Harry kissed Padma’s wet forehead and slowly increased the pace of his finger to softly massage her clitoris. He used the arm around Padma’s shoulders to hold her against his chest while another finger joined the first near her sensitive clitoris. Padma surrendered to Harry's touch. He could do anything and she wouldn’t complain. This must be what her sister was always going on about.
After about half an hour of foreplay, Harry carried a limp wet Padma to the guest bedroom he and Hermione usually shared. Harry had to go back for a towel so he could make a sex game out of drying Padma.
Padma watched Harry return with a thick towel in hand. Whatever he planned she was looking forward to the experience.
Harry bent over the side of the bed Padma lay on and used the towel to softly pat her dry followed by a kiss on the part of the body Harry patted dry. Padma wanted to melt into a puddle of milk chocolate. Unconsciously she opened her legs in a silent offer for Harry. When Harry did not climb on the bed to take advantage of Padma she reached out to hold his hard penis. Harry stopped when Padma’s fingers held her first cock. Harry hesitated, this was so different. Up ‘til now the girls Harry experienced, Hermione included, knew what they wanted and were not shy about it. Harry loved Hermione and wanted to be with her. Now he understood why Hermione wanted Padma to be a permanent member. Unlike his girlfriend, Harry learned the value of patience in order to outwit the Dursleys; he would wait until Padma wanted to join of her own free will. Harry would have to rein in Hermione’s enthusiasm for bedtime activities, at least where Padma is concerned, in the meantime.
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