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Sixth Chapter: Hermione’s Birthday

Reading time: ~90 minutes

They spent the rest of the day huddled together on the sofa in the living room and watched a movie. Hermione had chosen it and although Harry did not really like romance films, the best thing for him right now was to sit with Hermione in front of the television, to have his arm around her and just hold her tight. He could feel her bushy hair near his face and smell it so intensely that Harry was obviously finding it difficult to concentrate on the moving images on the screen.
Hermione’s head was lying on his chest. She felt his gentle heartbeat while her skin, which had turned to a delicate pink on her face, was feeling warm on his body. His girlfriend had bent her legs to have space on the sofa and was clearly enjoying snuggling up against him. Harry’s other hand, which was not behind her body, gently stroked her beautiful hair. He started to smile.
His arm around her began to tingle and slowly fell asleep. He only noticed when it was half deaf and no longer obeyed his commands. Hermione’s company was far too pleasant for that.
“Hermione...?“ Her head lifted and she looked at him trustingly with her brown eyes, eyes to lose himself in.
“What is it?“ She whispered softly.
“My arm… fell asleep. Would you maybe get up for a second so that I can get a grip on it again?”
“Of course. Sorry.” She leaned forward and Harry lifted his arm awkwardly before dropping it limp and bloodless by his side. Hermione straightened up and sat next to him. She leaned on his shoulder and asked suggestively, “I should help you with that, right?“
He looked puzzled. “Oh no, it’s okay. I just have to fill it with a little blood and I’ll be fine.” Harry forced a smile.
“I could“, she replied erotically and began to gently stroke his arm, “stimulate the blood flow a little, don’t you think?“
He turned his head and saw her lips curled up in her face. Then she took both hands and massaged his arm lightly. Watching a movie was out of the question now. Harry looked at her soft fingers, with well-manicured, shiny nails, and tried to feel what she was doing there. The feeling returned to his arm only slowly, but it seemed to him that his blood was returning to where it belonged faster than usual. After the feeling finally returned, it felt so good what she was doing with her fingers that he stared at her in amazement and let her keep doing it.
“I see that you can move your arm again. It usually takes longer for the blood to return, doesn’t it?” She grinned at him knowingly. “Or am I just too good?“
“The latter,“ he replied flatly. “You just look too... tasty to have no effect.“
Hermione had to grin. “Is that supposed to be a broad hint? That’s what I said to you last year when we took your golden Polyjuice Potion.”
“Exactly,“ was all he said.
“Harry, you look yummy too. Lately I’ve only had eyes for you. I want to feel you. Put my lips on yours, bury my hands in your hair and devote myself to you completely. As stupid as it sounds,“ her voice became a bit more desperate, “you are the love of my life and I can no longer be without you. The past few days have been like balm for my soul and I can hardly tell you how happy you make me.
Kiss me,“ she breathed erotically, “and I will reciprocate your devotion.”
The film was still playing on the TV, but nobody saw it. They were far too busy with themselves for that.

The evening came more quickly than expected and when a key turned in the lock, Harry and Hermione raised their heads in shock. Was it already so late that Hermione’s parents came home? Indeed, the time had slipped between their fingers while they made love and exchanged a few teases. They rose awkwardly from the couch when Mr. Granger appeared in the doorway beaming with joy and greeted them effusively. As it seemed, it was a relief for him every time he came home and saw them flirting happily with each other, despite his stressful days and the deepening dark circles.
“So, finally vacation,“ he sighed. “Even if it’s only for one day. It gets much more strenuous in the doctor’s office; more and more ailments and less and less time for a patient. There’s no more time to waste for me to retire,” he joked.
“I think,” Hermione replied seriously, “your biggest problem is that you enjoy your work way too much to want to take it easy. Who else should look after the patients?”
“Yes,“ said Mr. Granger thoughtfully, “maybe you’re right.“
“What would you think of just coming home already for the next few days when the doctor’s office is closed? Anyone who comes by after the business hours in the hope of post-treatment should come back the next day. Especially when they do not have an appointment.”
“I think that’s not a bad idea,“ he replied, thinking for a moment. “Yes, Hermione is right,“ he said then, more to himself than to her. “I am really lucky to have such an intelligent daughter.“
Mr. Granger went back into the hall and came back without his shoes and his jacket. He plopped down noisily on the sofa.
“Let’s set the table, Hermione,“ Harry offered. “Then your father can rest for a moment while we wait for your mother and we finally have something to do.“
“Good idea,“ she muttered and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
About half an hour later, Mrs. Granger came home and, after a brief chat, sank exhausted on a chair at the set table. The sumptuous meal lifted everyone’s spirits, so that they soon chatted cheerfully and talked about anything and everything. Even after everyone had finished eating, they sat together for a long time and did not stop talking until the evening news came up. Occasionally one of them commented on the day’s events or was annoyed by government enforcement. Then they fell silent and pondered on their own problems.
“Did you get our letter?“ Asked Mrs. Granger suddenly.
“Yes,“ Harry replied, nodding politely. “But I think we can’t talk about the details for a few minutes,“ he whispered to Mr. Granger meaningfully and glanced briefly at Hermione, who was sitting thoughtfully in her chair, pretending not to notice him. However, she had also read the document and knew that she would have to leave her parents alone with Harry for a moment.
“Does she know?“ Mr. Granger asked Harry quietly. He nodded silently. “I would think she is capable of listening in. After all, it’s her birthday and she’ll surely want to know what you’re up to with her. She always wanted that.”
“Yes,” said Harry, “she must still have Extendable Ears flying around somewhere. She will use them, I think.”
“Extendable-what?“ Asked Mr. Granger, frowning.
“Extendable Ears,“ Harry confirmed. “They are ears on a string that you can use to spy on people. Similar to the things you know under the term bugs.”
“Oh.“ Mr. Granger nodded soothed.
“I can do something about it if you want. After all, we do not want to spoil Hermione’s surprise, do we?”
“What do you have in mind?“ Asked Mr. Granger suspiciously.
“I can shield the door from such attempts. That should be enough, I think. Hermione is a much more skilled magician than I am, but- “
“That’s not true at all!“ Hermione interrupted. “Who fought and won the all-important battle against Voldemort? None of the other witches and wizards, neither myself nor anyone else, not even Dumbledore, could have done it. ‘Neither can live while the other survives’, you remember. You had to do it, and you did it very well.”
Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She fell silent and blushed. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to eavesdrop you.“
“So far we haven’t discussed anything really important, except-“
“Yes, yes, except that you want to seal the door, understood,“ she grumbled. “I get that I should not know what’s in store for me. But if I’m not who I used to be tomorrow night, then I’ll hold you, Harry Potter, and you alone, responsible for that, you got that?”
“Of course,“ he grinned mischievously and sarcastically added: “I wouldn’t expect anything else.“
She fell silent again and then turned away from him with her arms crossed. “You’re stupid,“ she pouted. Then she got up and walked arrogantly to the door. “Fine,” she said in a huff, “resolve what you have to resolve then. I am going to my room. Until tomorrow. Hopefully you’ll come up with something interesting.”
Harry helped Hermione’s parents clear the table, then raised his wand towards the door. “Imperturbatio,“ he muttered, and a faintly shimmering sign flared up on the door. He sat down with Mr. and Mrs. Granger again.
“Well, my son,“ Mr. Granger began on business, “we have gathered here to-“
“Darling, please,“ Mrs. Granger interrupted him gruffly. “Harry knows why we’re here. He has read your letter and knows what we want to talk about. Do not treat him like a little child! That isn’t due to him. He’s been through more than anyone else in this room. After all, he has already looked death in the face.”
“You’re right,“ said Mr. Granger, looking down for a moment. “Excuse me.“
“It’s okay,“ Harry replied gently. “You are just worried about your daughter. I already understand that. If I had a child I would certainly act similarly. Especially if I knew that her friend, as Hermione says, is an extremely capable magician who stood up to the greatest magician of his time and defeated him. Anything could happen to her in my presence.
Of course, that does not mean you have anything to fear,” he added quickly. “I had seven years to befriend your daughter and to discover that there is something deeper in our friendship than I first thought. My word on it that I will not harm her and treat her like a queen.”
Mr. Granger’s features softened and Mrs. Granger began to smile too. He had shattered their greatest worries and made it clear to them that they had no problems to expect from him. Obviously this had had its effect, so that he was now able to have a conversation with them on an equal footing.
“Well,“ said Mrs. Granger, looking into his eyes. “What have you already come up with for tomorrow?“
“So basically two things went through my mind. Tomorrow morning, I would like to serve her breakfast in bed. Over the past few days I’ve noticed that Hermione likes to get up later when possible, but I can’t rule out that she might wake up earlier on her birthday. That’s why I’ll be up as early as possible and prepare everything so that I don’t get caught off guard by her. I think seven o’clock should be enough, what do you think?”
Mrs. Granger gave her husband such a loving look that Harry became concerned that he had burst into an inconvenient situation. “Breakfast in bed, you say, huh?“ She replied dreamily and Harry nodded eagerly.
“That’s a wonderful idea, Harry,“ Mr. Granger exclaimed enthusiastically, then looked at his wife for help. “It’s been a long time since I brought my wife breakfast to bed on her birthday,“ he added quietly. “I think I should do that again soon.“
“I’m not quite sure yet what kind of drink to offer her. As you, Mrs. Granger, welcomed us so kindly two days ago, Hermione talked about how much she likes the cocoa you make. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to prepare it,” he said sadly.
“Oh, that’s not a problem,“ she replied, beaming. “We’ll manage. I’ll help you with that, okay?”
“That would be wonderful. I think I’m reasonably sure about the rest she prefers. We bought smoked ham, ham sausage and cheese this morning after our visit to the men’s outfitter and I’ll get fresh rolls from the bakery tomorrow morning.” Hermione’s parents nodded in agreement. “Which brings us to the next point,“ Harry continued cheerfully and talked to them about the table reservation in the starred restaurant. Both were amazed at his choice and were happy that he wanted to end their daughter’s birthday with such an experience.
With their approval, Harry raised his voice again. „We have something for tomorrow morning and evening,” he summarized, “but I haven’t got an idea for the rest of the day.”
“What do you think of going to a water park with her? The days are still pleasantly warm, so that you could also stay outdoors. Hermione loves swimming.”
This idea hadn’t even occurred to Harry, but when he thought about it a little longer, it found his goodwill.
“If you want to give yourself a little more time in the morning, you could leave at noon and then spend the afternoon there. When did you reserve the table for?” She asked curiously.
“Seven o’clock,“ Harry replied immediately and Hermione’s parents nodded in unison.
“Very good, then you have enough time and you can enjoy yourself. Knowing my daughter, I would stay there until about four o’clock and then change for dinner. If she plans to do anything else with her hair again, it will take her a long time to get ready. The restaurant is not far away, so I think two hours are enough for getting ready.”
Harry had listened carefully to her remarks and then said, “She took a little longer at the ball in our fourth year as well, but afterwards she was – excuse me for saying this – even more stunning to look at.“
Mr. Granger grinned at him. “So you find her as adorable as I do?“ He asked mischievously and his wife glared at him. “I’m sorry, love,” he said with a shrug, “but our daughter is really pretty. She comes totally after you.”
Mrs. Granger tilted her head to one side, made a dismissive wave of the hand followed by an “Come off it,“ and smiled in flattering at her husband. “Thank you,“ she muttered.
“So the plan for tomorrow is fixed then,“ said Mr. Granger. “Harry brings Hermione breakfast to bed, but you can take your time with that. Then you go swimming until about four in the afternoon before you get ready for your evening date and end the day in the star establishment.” Harry and Mrs. Granger nodded in agreement. “I think it is not necessary for you to wait for us when you come back tomorrow evening. My wife and I will amuse ourselves too.”
Mrs. Granger looked puzzled. “Will we?“ She asked.
“Absolutely!“ He replied a little indignantly.
“So that would be sorted out then,“ Harry said politely, gradually getting up. “Many thanks for your help. Sleep well, good night!”
“Good night, Harry,“ Hermione’s parents said in reply.
Harry walked over to the door, released the spell from it, and closed it behind him. Then he strode up the stairs. The entrance to Hermione’s room was locked and he knocked. He did not want to go to bed without saying goodnight to her.
“Who’s there?“ It came muffled from behind the door.
“It’s me, Harry,“ Harry replied. “May I come inside?“
“What’s the magic word?“ She asked.
“May I come in, please?“ He specified.
“No!“ the other side replied.
“Hermione, I just wanted to say goodnight to you.“
“You heard my answer,“ she replied irritably. “Sleep well.“
Amazed, Harry stood in front of the closed door for a while, wondering what he could have done wrong again. After a few more unsuccessful attempts, in which Hermione remained resolutely silent, he gave up and sadly went to his room.
He had been awake in bed for some time when the door to the room opened softly. Hermione stepped in and carefully closed it behind her. In the faint light that flooded in from the street lamps, he saw the outline of her body and the thin nightgown she was wearing.
“Are you asleep yet?“ She asked carefully.
“No,“ Harry replied, his heart jumping happily. She had not turned him down after all.
“It…” she started, “I’m sorry that I was so rude to you earlier. I don’t know what got into me. You having to talk to my parents about my birthday by yourself was probably too much for me. I don’t want to have to share you.”
“Apology accepted,“ he replied softly, pulling back the covers. Then he got up. “You can’t do nothing about your feelings.“
She threw herself into his arms, wailing, and closed her delicate fingers around him while he held her. Then she began to cry softly, and he struggled to comfort her.

The next morning started earlier than usual for Harry. As agreed with Hermione’s parents, he was standing in the kitchen at a quarter past seven with fresh rolls and preparing Hermione’s breakfast. Around seven thirty, Mrs. Granger came down and put her arm around his shoulder in encouragement. “I...“, she began, followed by “Ah shucks“ and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry stopped congealed and then turned around to her, utterly confused.
“Mrs. Granger, what on earth...?! Why did you do that?”
“Oh, I just wanted to thank you for being there.“
“You are my girlfriend’s mother.“
“I know. But I also want some fresh meat once in a while,” she said suggestively.
“Please, Mrs. Granger. I can’t be with Hermione and get caresses from her mother at the same time. If she finds out... I’m so dead. You can’t do that to me, I beg you.”
“Mhm,“ she said. “Maybe the three of us should arrange something?“
Harry felt like he was in a bad dream. “I beg your pardon?“ He asked flatly. “The three of us?“
“My daughter, you and me. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“Mrs. Granger!“ He exclaimed angrily. “That is morally highly reprehensible!“
“Maybe, but you shouldn’t be too quick to judge. Just take it as it comes.”
“No!“ Harry replied. “I can’t and won’t do that to Hermione. She would be very, very angry with me. I do not want to lose her.”
“She won’t leave you. You are the best for her. Besides, I’m just her mother, not a stranger. I’m going to talk to her, we’ll certainly find a solution.”
Harry felt instantly queasy at her stormy and incredibly direct manner, and his voice became pleaded. „Isn’t there anything I can do to stop you from doing something unspeakably stupid?“
“Well, there is actually one thing that could stop me.“
“And what would it be?“ He asked desperately.
“You tell me that you think I’m ugly.“
His heart sagged and it seemed to him as if someone had pulled a plug in him. She saw through me! inevitably flashed through his mind and Harry wondered if he would ever be able to look Hermione in the eyes again after this action. His whole body rebelled against the answer he was going to have to give her.
Suddenly a little hope grew in him.
“What if I refuse?“
“Then you will have to live with the consequences. You are not allowed to see Hermione anymore and I will tell her that you cheated on her. She will believe everything.”
“That’s a scam!“ Harry exclaimed angrily.
“If you see it that way,“ she smiled.
“And... and you have a husband!“ He added as if that would improve his chances.
“Right. A very good one at that. But he’s working too much and I’m often at home earlier than him. He won’t notice.”
“You know I’ll do everything in my power to keep you from taking Hermione from me?“ Harry stammered.
“For example?“ She asked smiling with relish.
“I could obliterate your memory and no one will ever know about this discussion.“
“Do you really think you would have the heart do to it, my dear? Don’t you also think that we as – how do you call us again – muggles can’t do one thing or the other better than you wizards? As I said, Hermione is my daughter and the love for her mother will make her hate you if you should cast a spell against me.”
She talks as if it was planned for a long time. What am I supposed to do against it? If Hermione is taken away from me, I’d rather die than be without her. I will have to surrender in order to continue without any problems. As difficult as it is for me. Harry thought for a while. Then he raised his damp gaze in desperation.
“I can’t do what you’re asking me to do. If I were to tell you that you are ugly, Hermione would have to be, too, and that is certainly not true.”
“There we are. Hermione’s going to be happy.”
Something in her words made Harry hesitate. “‘Hermione’s going to be happy?’ What is that supposed to mean?” He asked with a frown.
“Mother and daughter are friends for life,“ she replied mysteriously and it slowly dawned on Harry.
“She instigated you to suggest that? Hermione gave you the arguments?”
Mrs. Granger shrugged. “She is a very intelligent young lady, I would think.“
Harry’s face grew angry. “Just you wait, Hermione, if I get my hands on you!“
“Oh, you sure will,” she replied with a grin, “but I still have to ask you to treat her properly. You’ll only find someone like her once in the world.”
He gritted his teeth painfully. “This... this piece of smug.“
“Now, now,“ reprimanded Mrs. Granger, “you do not need to talk about my daughter in my presence like that.“
His anger subsided a little. "Right, I’m sorry. I did not mean it like that.“
“Harry,” her voice was gentle and compassionate, “Hermione loves you. She wouldn’t do anything to endanger your love for one another. Give her a chance. Until now, it has always been you who made the suggestions. Don’t judge her too harshly.
I admit it’s annoying to hear it from me this way, but she wants what’s best for you. She hasn’t forgotten that you were by her side during the troubled hours a few days ago. My daughter wants to give you something back and you would be well advised to trust her. She did not do it for no reason and, as I know her, it cost her some overcoming.”
Harry was silent. He still could not believe that Hermione wanted to spoil him with her mother. Being mad at her in this situation would be tantamount to declaring war.
And he would not be able to win this war.
Finally he nodded and Mrs. Granger started to smile.
“Hermione told me you hadn’t planned anything tomorrow and agreed to start... class around four o’clock. So make sure that your... um... goblet is filled well. We’ll need it.”
Harry blushed and turned away from her to continue filling the tray for Hermione.
“Come on, Harry, I’ll show you how to make the cocoa.“ She took his hand and her soft fingers, which were in no way inferior to Hermione’s, pulled him firmly to the sideboard. While she was leading him and Harry was carefully following her instructions, he heard a faint clink from the window. He turned his head and saw a little bird struggling to attract attention outside the window.
„Pigwidgeon!“ Harry exclaimed happily and Mrs. Granger quickly opened the window. The little owl fluttered in and sat down on the table. He carried a letter with himself, and when Mrs. Granger took it from the little bird, it flew excitedly around her head.
“Look Harry,“ she said. “It is addressed to Hermione. Seems to be Ron’s handwriting. She has received several letters from him in the past holidays. It’s sure to be birthday greetings. I think we should put the letter on the tray as well.” Pigwidgeon floated through the window after a few desperate, attention-grabbing attempts, and after it was closed Harry went back to working on Hermione’s cocoa with Mrs. Granger’s help.
Finally he put it on the tray next to the plate with Ron’s letter along with a selection of sliced rolls and matching toppings and looked at his work skeptically. He took his wrapped present for her from the counter and used it to lean the letter against it. It was wrapped in shiny wrapping paper and Harry had tried carefully to pack it up nicely. Then he turned to Mrs. Granger and asked, “Do you think anything else is missing? From my point of view, that should be everything she likes to eat. At least at Hogwarts she mainly chose this topping.”
“I think everything is ready,“ she replied. “Well then, upstairs with you. And remember,” she reminded him, “treat her properly!”
“I will,“ Harry said seriously, smiling for the first time since he got up.
It was now eight o’clock. Harry climbed the stairs to their rooms, tray in his hands hand. Fortunately, Hermione’s door was ajar, so he did not have to balance the tray in one hand to open the door and having the tray falling on the floor with a clang. He quickly looked for a place in Hermione’s room where he could easily put it down and then slightly turned on the dimmable light. Harry sat down on the edge of the bed where Hermione was moving in her sleep. He kissed her awake and when her eyelids fluttered slowly and she finally opened her eyes, a smile spread across her face.
“I wish you a wonderful good morning, my darling. Happy Birthday.“
“Thank you, Harry.“
“I brought you something,“ he said, getting up to get the tray. “Here, I hope you like it.“
She looked at him genuinely surprised. “I almost thought you were up to something,” she replied, “but I did not expect you to bring me breakfast in bed. Really not. So you succeeded in this surprise, I would say.” She smiled at him when Harry had put the tray down next to her and his head turned back to her. Then she pulled him down, him struggling not to lose the ground under his feet and falling onto the meal, and gave him a long, passionate kiss.
“There’s a letter from Ron included,“ he explained after they parted again. “At least I think it’s from Ron, according to the writing. It’s sealed.”
Hermione curiously took the letter from the plate and broke the Weasley’s seal. Then she unfolded the parchment and began to read:

Dear Hermione,

Best wishes for your birthday.
I hope you are fine. I want to apologize for the last few days. My behavior was incredibly stupid and luckily I paid for it. While I am deeply pained by your loss, this is the only way I can understand that such an overreaction is fatal. As you probably know, I’m usually not that abusive, but I seem to have lost my temper in this situation. I am sorry for saying such evil things and I show sincere repentance for what I did. I do not know what came over me to hit you. Violence can never be the solution to emerging problems! In order not to burden our friendship even more, I will backtrack a little. I hope that after my idiotic action you can still forgive me and that we can become friends again.
My parents told me that you are out with Harry and I am glad that you are under his protection. So Harry, if you’re reading this, please promise me to take good care of Hermione. You guys have always been a better match than her and I and I expect you to make her happier than I did. You are a true friend to her and I’m sorry you heard our dispute. In times like these I am happy to see that there is still the good in man.
I have stressed our friendship to the utmost and cannot really expect that we are after all still friends, but I want nothing more than still doing things together after all these years. I have no apology for what I have done, and nothing more than sincere forgiveness is what I ask. I’m so sorry.
After I escaped, I apparated to Lavender - do not ask me why - and she accommodated me for a few days. You will be happy to hear that I’m with her again. I am writing this letter from her house. Tomorrow we’re going back to the Burrow. I will certainly have to listen to a sermon from my parents, but that is the smallest price I have to pay for my eruption. Maybe we can meet there again. Sometime…
Harry, I’m counting on you.

Farewell
Ron

Hermione’s eyes got wet. She reread the letter and when she was finished, some salty tears ran down her cheek. Then she held it out to Harry and he read the lines too. He felt genuine pity for Ron and was a little ashamed that he had thought outrageously of him. But now they were even and would soon be able to talk like friends again. Harry had no trouble living in harmony with him, and Hermione seemed stunned by Ron’s change of heart, too. He looked at her and they mutually agreed to take him back into their circle of friends.
Hermione put the mail aside and looked at the wrapped present.
“What’s this?“
“Open it and you’ll know.“
She picked it up and removed the wrapping paper. A rectangular container appeared in a high-gloss black finish, the edges of which were rounded. On the front side there was an emerald-studded clasp that had to be pushed in to open. Hermione looked at the emeralds, genuinely puzzled. She ran her fingers over the precious stones and looked at him seriously.
“They’re real,“ she stated soberly.
“Right,“ he replied.
“Harry, the emeralds are real!“ She repeated in an emphatic voice. A damp veil fell over her gaze.
“The contents are also real,” he replied in a friendly manner.
She pushed the latch in and the lid popped up. In the box, draped on red velvet, were three invaluable items. Hermione’s head jerked around to him, she looked into the encouragingly smiling face that she could only vaguely see, looked back into the box. Not a word passed her lips. This was by far the nicest present she had ever received!
The room went quiet for a moment. “For... me?“ She asked timidly.
“For you,“ he confirmed calmly.
“Harry...“ Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. “I... I cannot accept this. That’s too much! Way too expensive!” Her voice broke.
“Of course you can,“ he replied mildly. “It’s the only right thing for a lovely lady like you. It will certainly look good on you.”
“But Harry!“ Tears ran down her cheeks. She sobbed, struggling to get the words out. “That... that is...“ She fell silent again, as if saying the name would make the contents disappear. She still could not believe what was in the ornate box and it got worse by every second.
In the box on the red bed, two small, wildly sparkling, transparent earrings and a medium-length, delicate chain made of the same material were embedded in precisely fitting recesses. The light broke bluish in the fabulously polished gemstones and glistened in Hermione’s wet eyes.
“Pure, polished diamonds,” Harry stated bluntly, “perfectly correct. Only the best for the lady of my heart!”
In her head she calculated the exchange rates. The price of the gems in front of their eyes must have been somewhere between two hundred and two thousand galleons. Two thousand galleons! She had to let it melt in her mouth. Harry could have bought two Firebolts for the price, but he’d opted for diamonds. For her. Why is he doing this to me?
Hermione began to cry uncontrollably. She sobbed and looked around at Harry, sniffing for help. “The... tray... please...“, she wailed overwhelmed and gathered herself convulsively for the last words, “put it down and... take its position.“ He immediately did as he was told and lay down next to her. Hermione clawed her little hands into his shirt and clung to him, wildly quivering and trembling. He gently put his arms around her and pulled her close to him before kissing her forehead caringly. Wailing, she said his name as if it would make her understand what was happening. Harry stroked her back soothingly, pulled her erotic body, which he felt almost naked through her thin nightgown, even closer and held her tightly.
“Shhh, my angel. Everything is fine. I’m here.“
“No,“ she cried. “Nothing... is fine...“ She sniffed again. “How can I ever… thank you for this… sinfully expensive gift? What have I done to deserve this?“
“You are my girlfriend,” he whispered lovingly in her ear, “that’s thanks enough. Nothing is more valuable to me than you are. I love you more than anything in the world and such a gift is a great way to show you.
Yes, Hermione Jean Granger, of course I want to be your husband!”
“Oh, Harry,“ she beeped, totally overwhelmed. Her lips found his in silent need and she kissed him with everything she had. She could not give him anything except her love, which she felt was totally inadequate in return for the gift. For a few minutes she kept in contact and made him feel what it meant to devote oneself completely to someone. Harry let her do her thing in delight, burying his hands in her soft, disheveled hair while playing with her tongue in love. Finally her tears had run dry and she peeled her lips away from him, her lips smacking restively.
She did her best to control her voice. „Thank you for this wonderful gift, Harry!“ Her tear-red eyes found his green iris and gave him a piercing look. “I mean it as I say it. You have certainly noticed.”
He nodded briskly. “One cannot overlook the devotion with which you run rings around me, uh, seduce me, please excuse.“ She tried a smile that she succeeded surprisingly well before her face twisted with joy and she gave him a look that let the sun rise.
“Everything okay?“ He asked gently.
“No, Harry,“ she replied, moved. “It’s a lot more than that.“ She kissed him again. “Much more.“
He smiled happily. “At least I found the right gift for you.“
“The right thing? Are you kidding Harry? It’s perfect!“
He smiled happily and fell silent. After a while he said, “Well, you’d better take care of your food before the cocoa gets cold.“ He got up, picked up the tray again and put it on the bed. Hermione was starting to get her teeth into the delicious breakfast. First she took a sip and raised her eyebrows in delight as her mouth curled up.
“My mother made this one,“ she stated firmly.
“No,“ Harry replied, grinning like a Cheshire cat that his cocoa tasted confusingly similar to her mother’s.
“Who else?“ She asked confused, but when she saw Harry grinning from one ear to the other, she raised her eyes in surprise and whispered flatly, “You? You made the cocoa?”
Harry nodded eagerly and his grin widened as much as it still was possible.
“But it tastes like my mother’s!” She replied, aghast. “Nobody can do it as well as my mother.“
“She helped me,” Harry confessed, “but I did most of the work. She only assisted with measuring the ingredients and the order in which they were added.
But while we’re on your mother right now. I think there is something we should talk about.”
“Oh, you mean the threesome, right?“ She said straight out.
“You knew about it?” Harry asked, stunned.
“Of course,“ Hermione replied, adding, as if it was a matter of course, “I suggested it to her.“
“You did what?!” Harry exclaimed in shock.
“Yes, as compensation for what I owe you.“
“Hermione, with all due respect, but you do not owe me anything. On the day Ron ran away that was a matter between friends, nothing more.”
“And the present from just now? You know that I can’t leave it at that.”
He made a dismissive gesture. “Nonsense! You do not need to show your appreciation for it!”
“Yes,“ she said thoughtfully, “I need not show gratitude for it, but I want to return the favor. You have been there for me all these years and I want to give that back to you.”
“And you’re worried that you cannot express your thanks? Hermione, I don’t believe you. I... I thought your mother lied. I was about to put a spell on her.”
“But you didn’t do it,“ she interrupted mischievously, holding up her hand and studying her fingernails carefully.
“Hermione,” he said with difficulty, “I know it’s your birthday and it’s supposed to be a nice day, but you scared me to death. You will have to count the cost.”
„Fear? Who is talking about fear?” She asked pointedly snooty. “That was completely serious, my dear.“
“Your mother told me that too, but I didn’t really want to believe it. What did I get roped into again?”
“Just enjoy it, Harry. I inherited my mother’s talent. She’s just as good as me, probably even better.”
He got hot. ‘Even better’ than her? That’s not possible! Hermione is already a master of her trade, but her mother as well? He lifted the tray from the bed and set it aside.
“Hey!“, Hermione exclaimed, “What’s that supposed to be? I want to have breakfast!”
“It’s like to, my dear. And now I like to tickle you to death first, so that you don’t do that again. I can’t take it a second time.”
“You don’t even know how it will be,“ she replied casually. “Just let yourself get into-“, but she stopped and coughed speechlessly when he jumped on the bed next to her and began to tickle her in all possible places. Hermione laughed, gasped, moaned and as soon as her abdominal muscles ached with the exertion and she asked him to stop, he slowed down, but did not stop.
Hermione’s pleading turned into begging and she was sure by now that it hadn’t been a good idea to bring her mother in as Harry suddenly stopped tickling and she was twisting back and forth in bed with laughter. Her nightgown had peeled off her breasts and had pulled down. The firm curves were bulging excitedly from her body, so that Harry, in order not to cause even more problems, let go of her and got off the bed. Then he lifted the tray again and placed it next to her.
“So,” she heard him say, “I hope you won’t get me into such trouble again. Otherwise I might get the idea to devour you.”
The glow in his gaze was gradually losing its intensity and she allowed herself to look up at him. Her answer was interrupted several times by faint gasps. Her struggle to withstand his tickling attacks had contracted her muscles painfully and she had a hard time getting the words out. “I’m sorry Harry if this caused you any inconvenience, but I still think you should try it with us.“
“Hermione,” he interrupted, amused, “I don’t think you fully understood my problem. It’s not that I have concerns about you two. In fact, I have to admit that my fantasy has run wild with me and I’ve dreamed of the two of you. The biggest problem will be to divide my elixir and keep it under lock and key so that you both get enough of it.”
Now it was Hermione’s turn to be speechless. “You dreamed of the two of us?“ She asked puzzled. Harry nodded. “And what did we do to you?“ She purred.
“You have given me the most heavenly heaven on earth.“
She gave a short laugh. “And then you worry that your juice isn’t enough? You’re kidding me, aren’t you? You will squirt so much tomorrow that tonight will be a tiny drop against it.”
Harry took off his glasses and buried his face in his hands. “What for heaven’s sake,” he groaned, defeated, “did I deserve that for? I won’t be able to have sex with you for years in a row just because you and your mother are such horny brides that my testicles will explode a thousand times. I hope you know what you’re asking of me,” he whispered pleadingly. Hermione gave him a broad grin.
“You bet. Don’t worry, we surely won’t destroy orgasms. Not with you. Promise.“
That made him a little calmer and when Hermione saw that she had taken his fear away a little, she grabbed half of the bun from the tray, which she quickly filled. She crunched for a while and Harry stroked her face with a smile.
“Have you had breakfast yet?“ She asked. He shook his head. “Would you like some of this?“
“No need,“ he replied calmly, “I’ll have breakfast when you get ready.“
She looked at him indignantly. “That’s out of the question. Open your mouth!” She commanded and when Harry disobeyed she took the uncovered half of the bun and quickly topped it before Hermione pushed it firmly into his mouth. His jaws moved and he bit off. Her lips curled up.
“Very good. I hope this does not happen again. If I offer you something, you will accept it without question, understood?”
“Yes, yes,“ he stuttered, confused. “I’m sorry, Hermione.“
She kissed him. “My pleasure, my treasure.“
Hermione and Harry finished crunching and when they were done Harry took the tray and carried it back into the kitchen while Hermione got up and got ready.

„How was it?“ Mrs. Granger asked curiously as he came downstairs. Blood rushed to his head and she grinned. “Ah, I see,“ she said knowingly. “Do you understand now what I mean?“
Harry nodded. “Hermione is more impulsive than I’ve ever seen her. I no longer have any doubts that she will get any way.”
Mr. Granger came in at the door. In Harry’s absence both of them had already eaten and were now waiting for the birthday child. Even in their everyday clothes, Harry had no problem picturing them as doctors. Hermione’s father was wearing a buttoned shirt and her mother was also dressed stimulatingly, both of them wore branded pants and seemed to care very much about their looks.
Hermione walked in a few minutes later. Today she had – and Harry sent a quick prayer to Heaven for that – thank God opted for an opaque top that at least outwardly hid her charms. One could of course imagine her wonderful breasts, which were just swaying up and down sexily under her top anyway, but they weren’t constantly spelled out for them. Her bushy hair flowed openly down her back and her complexion turned slightly pink when she saw Harry. Seeing the jewelry on her body was the greatest compliment she was able to pay him. Harry’s heart pounded excitedly in his chest when he saw the gems in her ears and the necklace on her cleavage. They were a perfect match for Hermione, just as if they were tailor-made.
After her parents had wished her all the best, they sat down together in the living room and chatted animatedly about the past few days. The nice company of her family made the time go by much faster than expected and when they finally looked at the clock, the morning was already half over.
Harry decided to explain to his girlfriend what he was thinking of next for her birthday, and as he talked, her eyes began to twinkle in anticipation. When he finished, she kissed him and did not care that they were being watched.

On the trip to the swimming pool, Hermione explained to Harry what to watch out for. On-site they changed clothes and met behind the changing rooms. Hermione wore a white bikini that indeed matched the gemstone of the same color on her navel, but was unable to cover her feminine charms adequately. In contrast, Harry had opted for dark swim shorts that reached just above the knee. They put their clothes in the lockers and Harry added his glasses too. With that he was now almost blind and since he did not know his way around here, he had to rely on Hermione’s help.
They entered the noisy natatorium and looked around. Hermione had been here a number of times, but the last time has been a while ago. The swimming pool had been rebuilt in the meantime and some of the parts were barely recognizable. It looked like there was something for everyone; from a wave pool to a well-heated outdoor area to a steam and textile sauna. For playful visitors, there were two slips that rushed into a catch basin.
“My last visit was two years ago,“ Hermione explained. “The saunas are new and they seem to have changed something in the wave pool. Look,“ she pointed to a nearby display, “the next swell will be in just five minutes. Let’s go there quickly.” She took his hand and pulled him into the water. There were no stairs, but the floor was flat and the transition to the water was fluent. It was a bit cool at first, but after a while Harry found it quite comfortable and dived under to get completely wet.
Hermione had her hair tied in a tight ponytail so that it would not obstruct the other bathers and flutter in the water on all sides and Harry followed the infallible scent they gave off. “Come with me,“ she called over her shoulder and Harry swam after her into the back of the wave pool. Hermione turned her back to the wave maker and looked at him questioningly. “Can you even see me?“
“Blurry,“ Harry replied with a crooked grin. “I can guess your contours, everything else – watch-“, he interrupted himself, but it was too late. The first wave came without warning and Hermione, who caught it first, went down with a bubbling sound. Harry did not have time to check on her because he was too busy trying not to get pulled underwater as well. When the wave was over, Hermione reappeared, snorting. Her very subtle make-up, which she had only put on to emphasize her natural features a little more, was blurred and her face now looked tearful. “Oh, boy,“ she growled annoyed. “If only I had removed my make-up beforehand.“
“I could clean you up again,“ Harry offered. “I don’t have my wand with me, but I can at least try, I think.“
She looked at him demanding. “Okay. Try it.“
“Impervius,“ Harry muttered, concentrating on Hermione’s face. While the spell did not do exactly what it was supposed to, it amazed Harry that he was even able to perform it. The water that was still on Hermione’s head splashed in all directions, but still left her with faded makeup. He thought for a moment and then said quietly: “Sorbere.“ This newly invented spell, however, came very close to what he had in mind. The fake paint drained from her face, flew across the hall and disappeared behind the door that led to the changing rooms. No doubt his wand had sucked in the makeup and called for it.
However, this only posed further problems for him, because now that Hermione was standing in front of him completely without make-up, he had to admit that she even looked very attractive herself like that. He stared at her in amazement and Hermione knitted her eyebrows.
“What is it?“ She asked angrily. “How do I look?“
“You...“ Harry stammered and the second wave caught him so off guard that this time he went down with a chuckle. When his head finally peeked out from the surface of the water, he continued, “You look wonderful. But why didn’t you tell me?”
The anger drained from her mine and it became nagging. “Tell you what?“
“Hermione,” Harry struggled for words, “you are incredibly beautiful even without makeup. I... you... I would say even more beautiful.”
She looked at him in amazement. “Are you kidding?“
Immediately he raised both arms. “I would never joke about your physique!“ He shouted angrily, which obviously appeased her.
“So you think I’m prettier without make-up, did I understand you correctly?“
“Yes,“ he replied flatly. “Much prettier.“
She started to smile. “Now don’t say you have never seen me without it. This morning, for example, I had not applied any and I was not made up last night either.”
“I did not even notice,“ he replied puzzled.
Hermione cut him off. “Watch out!“
She had tensed her body just in time and was able to fend off the wave when Harry was pulled under the water again and choked on the liquid. He came up, panting and coughing, and his face took on a disgruntled expression. “Man, those stupid waves,“ he grumbled.
“You just have to prepare well for it, then it’s not that bad. Take a look.” She swam around him, cupped his body from behind and pressed herself close to him. Her seductive breasts pressed tightly against him through her top, her stimulating large bosom rubbed comfortably against his back and Harry, meanwhile, was glad that he had put on tight-fitting underpants under his swim shorts so that no one could see his boner, which he now got again with Hermione’s erotic touch. This woman is driving me crazy, he thought desperately.
When the next wave came, Hermione moved a little up with him in the rhythm of the waves and then let herself fall again.
“Not that bad, is it?“ She whispered in his ear. Harry’s mouth was bone dry even though he had just swallowed water, so he just nodded. She kissed him briefly on the cheek and then stood still behind him.
A few waves later she broke away from him so that he could turn around to face her. “I love you, Hermione,“ he whispered. Her lips curled up in delight and her eyes sparkled wildly.
“I love you too,“ she replied in the same tone. “Let’s swim a few laps and then go to the sauna. I want to rest a little and that’s best for that.” He agreed and they went to the flow passage. It was shaped like an eight. The water drifted them around the curves in a controlled manner. They let themselves slide and slowly flowed along. They let the water carry them around and did a few circles before Hermione pointed out something to him. At one exit of the eight hung a plastic curtain that separated the interior from the exterior. They swam through it and found themselves in a round pool that resembled a large whirlpool. A pedestal rose in the middle and a marble pillar showed that there was something there so that one would not involuntarily bump into it. There was a circle around the column that looked like a seat. They headed for it and sat down.
Apparently, not only did this pool appear to be a whirlpool, but at least the pillar was actually one. Water, warmer than the surrounding area, poured from jets on either side of the seats, massaging their bodies in boredom. Hermione and Harry looked around. Nobody else was in this pool. Hermione leaned closer to him, lowering her head against his.
“Playing with ourselves around here now would definitely be nice,“ she said dreamily.
Harry lifted his head abruptly and since hers had suddenly lost its pad, it tumbled into the water and splashed under. He pulled her up and looked at her angrily. “No, Hermione. No!” He said firmly, but he might as well have tried teaching a giant to fly with a broom. It was hopeless. It was Hermione’s birthday and she was enjoying her special day to the fullest.
“Shh. It’s nobody here. And it should stay that way. Knowing you, you must have prepared something for tonight. So the planned exchange later today falls through.” Hermione chuckled. „Falls through...“ Then she got serious again. “To be honest, that’s quite appropriate, because we still have an appointment tomorrow.“ She winked furtively. “I’ve read that a man comes harder if he’s been denied cumming beforehand. That means,“ she said slowly, “if I don’t get anything out of you today, you’ll come harder tomorrow. Then your seed tomorrow will be my present.”
Harry rolled his eyes in desperation. “You are like your mother. There is probably nothing stopping you?”
“Of course not. Look!” Hermione had straightened up, holding her bosom above the surface of the water and pulling the cups of her bikini up so that the underside of her breasts was increasingly exposed. Harry watched the erotic spectacle spellbound while his girlfriend slowly bared her tight curves until they could no longer be held by the textile and dangling obeyed gravity. They lazily bobbed up and down a few times until they reached their equilibrium and Harry’s previously hopping gaze stuck to them. Hermione skillfully presented her powerful arguments before looking Harry in the eye. “Men supposedly like it when women do that,“ she whispered to him. “How about you?“
“Wow,” he replied delightedly, “that was wonderful. Just perfect. You have the most beautiful breasts of all, baby!”
„Do you think so? If I were you, I wouldn’t make a hasty judgment. Perhaps other women will show up with a stimulating rack.”
“I doubt it,“ he replied firmly. “You’re the only one I want to be with. There will be no others. Never. I promise.“
“Well, then you can show them a little more affection, don’t you think? You can massage particularly well, for example.”
Harry had taken the hint and obeyed – what else could he do – while Hermione freed his little friend from his cramped prison.
“Why do you have shorts underneath?“ She asked confused.
“Because,“ he replied, hesitating for a moment, “everyone here would see my boner otherwise.“
“Oh, okay.“ She nodded. “But you can’t do that. You can really show the people how horny I make you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Hermione, do you really want to expose me? I mean when we’re at yours it’s not a problem. You know how hot you make me. But not everyone has to see that. I beg you, don’t make me go in again without my underpants.”
She raised her head in amazement. “I haven’t even thought of that yet. Of course I don’t want to expose you! I’m sorry I didn’t respect your feelings.”
“No problem,“ he replied. She began satisfying him while he played with her breasts and kneaded them gently so as not to hurt her. He groaned softly and Hermione did the same. She had his boner on lock firmly under water and pulled his glans bare only to let the foreskin slide over it again immediately. Slowly she revved him up and when Harry’s gasps got louder from his imminent relief, she immediately stopped.
Hermione waited for his lust to subside and repeated the procedure two more times. She was careful not to let him come and every time he came close her fingers closed like a vice around his staff. Harry’s face had turned red from the exertion and he hardly dared to open his mouth because he was afraid that a hoarse scream would come out of his throat and draw attention to them. He clenched his teeth until it hurt and hoped not to have to explain.
When Hermione was done, she glared at him. “That’ll be enough, I think,“ she said and Harry took a deep breath, relieved. Hermione’s nipples, which were stiffly erect again with his help, gave her breasts a very attractive appearance. She fumbled around with her bikini and pulled it back over her very excited bosom. Now the beautiful crowns stood out stimulatingly behind her bikini top.
“We’ll have to wait a moment before I can freight your friend back into your pants,“ she said.
“And what about you?“
“What? Oh, I see, you mean my hot nipples. One doesn’t even notice. They get erect when it’s cold too, you know? They are stiff on almost every woman in the swimming pool. So my horniness is not a problem,“ she explained patiently.
“Oh, okay. I didn’t know that.” How could I?, he thought disgruntled.
“Didn’t Ginny tell you that?“ He shook his head sadly. “Well, now you know,“ she decided gently and stuffed his limp penis back into his pants. “Shall we?“ She asked, getting up.
Harry dived briefly to cool his cheerfully heated disposition and then followed her inside again. She took his hand and led him to the saunas.
“Can you just go in there with your clothes on?“ He asked.
She nodded. “Yes, these are extra textile saunas. Over there,“ she pointed a few meters to her right, “there are also some where you have to go in naked. But I don’t think we have to do that today, do we?” Harry blushed and smiled sheepishly. She grinned back and the light reflections in her eyes sparkled happily.
The temperature was displayed above the cabin. It said forty-six degrees. Hermione opened the door and stepped inside. Harry followed her and a thick, damp mist enveloped them. If he had worn his glasses, he would not be able to see anything now, as they would certainly have been fogged up. They sat down on one of the benches in the octagonal room and enjoyed the quiet atmosphere. Apart from them there were five other people in the room who were apparently engaged in leaving. A short time later they were alone again.
They broke out in a sweat and the drops flowed from their hair down their bodies. They seemed to be racing to see which of them was down first, and Harry watched with interest. Hermione’s long hair was clinging to her back and he could see from the expression on her face that she was visibly uncomfortable. She always took good care of her hair, but she couldn’t stand sweat. They leaned back against the cool wall and relaxed a little.
“Actually,” Harry began, “we could just lie down on the benches. There is no one here.”
Hermione’s eyes glittered happily. “Me on top of you?“ She asked sexily.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Hermione. We should wait with that until being home. We don’t have to do it everywhere, do we?”
“Yes,“ she replied elongated. “You’re right. So let’s give it a miss. It’s enough for me if you are my company.” She fluttered her eyelashes suggestively.
“You have now earned yourself a reward,“ he said flattered and leaned over to her. “What would you like to have?“
“May I have one of your wonderful French kisses, please?“
He shook his head. “You know, I think I have something better for you.“
“What is it?“ She asked interested.
“I’ll tell you when we leave the sauna.“
“Are you stalling me?“
“For sure. But you still get the kiss. As a deposit. Come on here.”
Hermione cheered happily as she sat on his lap. She let herself fall and kissed the man who had filled her mind for days.
Soon the blood rose to her head due to the heat and the togetherness with her boyfriend and although the temperature was quite pleasant, she gradually became oppressively warm. Hermione pulled away from him and said strainedly, “Let’s go soon, shall we? I can’t stand it in the sauna for that much longer.”
He nodded in agreement. “That’s okay. We can scuttle ourselves in the water again and slide one or the other time thereafter, then our time is over anyway. We should leave soon if we want to be home on time.”
“What are we intending to do today?” She asked suggestively.
Harry had carefully avoided telling her about the dinner until now, but decided that now would be a good time to do so. Her anticipation would surely leap over to him and make the last few minutes in the swimming pool even more beautiful.
“We’re going out for dinner,“ he said simply.
As expected, her answer was not long in coming. “Where to? Will I like it?” She asked.
He laughed. “Oh, but of course you will like it. We’re going to the Nova. I was told that it should be very good there.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “You are kidding!“ She exclaimed, aghast, and jumped up. “Harry, this is the best place in the whole country!“
He nodded in agreement. “Right.“
“You did not actually reserve a table there. You are kidding me. It’s the truth, isn’t it?“
He grinned at her obviously genuinely surprised reaction. “Nope, of course I’ve reserved a table there.“
“You’re not for real. You can’t possibly be serious! Do you know how expensive it is there?” Her eyes became moist and she looked at him desperately.
“Hermione, listen to me.“ He took her shoulders and shook her lightly. “Why do you think did I go to visit Ms. Helena with you? I knew that I wanted to take you out for dinner and also that it should be something special. Your parents dropped the location and it seemed appropriate to me. So I reserved a table. Done. Nothing more and nothing less.“
She fell around his neck and began to cry. “I can’t believe you’re doing this for me, Harry,“ she sobbed, overwhelmed.
“Hermione,“ he whispered, repeating her name a little more urgently. She let go of him and looked at him with tearful eyes. “Would you please stop crying? You’re not doing anything else in the last few days. I like you for who you are, but you don’t need to lose your nerves every time. Everything is fine.”
“But,“ she sobbed again and thick tears ran down her beautiful cheeks, “that’s too much, Harry. Way too much!“
“Hermione, please,” his voice pleaded, “I told you I love you. That’s the least I can do for you on your birthday. But you have to stop crying. It can’t go on like this anymore.“
She sniffed weakly. “Is that why you... Is that why you withdrew so much money from Gringotts?“ She asked carefully.
“Yes,“ he confirmed with a nod. “I had no idea how much I would need, so I took some more with me.“
She hugged him again and said his name plaintively. He let his hands wander up and down on her back, comforting her as best he could. When she was more or less herself again and her puffy eyes allowed it, they jumped into the water again and cooled off before they disappeared on the slide.

“Would you take me with you like that?“ Hermione asked and a slightly despondent expression crossed her face. As expected, it had taken her a long time to get ready and it was getting very late already. „I think I don’t look appropriate for the occasion.“
Harry came up to her and pulled her into a tight hug. “Horse hockey!“ He said firmly and smiled. “You look absolutely stunning, my love. I have trouble taking my eyes off you and you know very well that this dress looks just fabulous on you.”
“Are you sure? I think it emphasizes my breasts a little too much.”
“That’s exactly why,” he whispered and kissed her, “I chose this dress for you. I like it when your adorable stature is emphasized a little more. That only makes you even prettier than you already are.”
“I don’t really know,“ she mumbled, not entirely convinced, and turned from one side to the other in front of the mirror. “After all, we’re going to a starred restaurant.“
“Oh, Hermione, come on!“ He replied upset. “You will be the most beautiful and you’re seriously worried that you’re not dressed appropriately? I beg you! You look good enough to eat!“
“For real?“
“If I tell you so,“ he replied, rolling his eyes in resignation.
“Okay,“ she said, finally smiling. “Shouldn’t I still pin my hair up? Wouldn’t that go better with the dress?”
Harry thought for a moment. “No,“ he said then. “I like it much better when you wear your head of hair loosely. It would be a shame to force it into a shape that won’t fit properly or pinches and tweaks you. That isn’t really necessary, I think.”
“True again as well.“
Hermione was wearing the green dress and Harry was never getting tired of examining it up and down. In this dress she looked like Venus herself and, as it was also the case at Ms. Helena’s, it was extremely difficult for him to take his eyes off her. It was not just the dress that caught his eye, however, but also the jewelry that she had put on. Her birthday present. The earrings had almost disappeared behind her hair and were only slightly visible, but the chain around her neck underlined her flawless appearance and harmonized wonderfully with the green of the dress. In fact, the accessories seemed custom-made for her, so Harry could not help but surveying Hermione’s appearance once again. His girlfriend followed his gaze and had to put two fingers under his chin and lift it firmly so that he finally looked her in her face. Her high-heeled shoes made her as tall as him and she no longer had to stretch up to kiss him.
When she did it now and leaned forward seductively, her hair, laid forward over her shoulder, gently brushed his face. Harry addicted himself completely to her. His fingers wandered over her cheeks and caressed her lightly while her hands slid behind his head and pulled him towards her. It was a passionate kiss that spiced up the upcoming evening and they both enjoyed it so much that it took a few moments for them to part. A pleasant purr escaped her throat and she winked at him attractively.
Harry, in return, was wearing the blue and gold tuxedo he’d bought the day before. Hermione thought he looked like a businessman in that guise. Apart from a watch and glasses, Harry wore no jewelry. He did not need it either. She had made it clear to him that further pomp on his body would only spoil his appearance. Like this he looked reserved and made a tame impression. Nobody had to know that there was an extremely capable magician hidden beneath the expensive material, who would take action immediately on the slightest sign of danger for him or his girlfriend. She had always liked understatement. Unfortunately, due to her splendid presentation, she would not be able to enjoy it this evening. She expected there would be some problems, but with Harry by her side, she was sure that these would be short-lived.
“Shall we?“ She asked posh and held out her hand to him, which he quickly took and led her to the door.
The trip to the establishment went smoothly. As soon as Harry parked the car, he got out and opened the passenger door. Hermione gave him her hand and swung her legs out of the vehicle before making their way hand in hand across the lighted sidewalk to the restaurant. They passed a group of people who had been amusing themselves with several crates of beer in a dark corner. As they passed, one of them whistled luridly after Hermione.
Harry stopped immediately. “Wait a second,“ he whispered to her, but she grabbed his arm and held him. “Don’t rise to provocation, Harry. They are drunk and don’t know what they’re doing. I know these people from the daily newspapers. They are rapists and they don’t stop at any woman. Countless sexual offenses are caused by them.”
“I just want to have a bit of fun,“ he replied with a grin and released his arm from her tight grip. “I’ll be right back, don’t worry.“ He ditched her and turned around, deadly slowly. Then he stepped back to the boozy session confidently and stopped a few steps in front of him.
“Is there a problem gentlemen?“ He asked calmly.
“Your girlfriend is very sexy,“ one slurred. “Would you mind passing her around between us?“ He asked, giving Harry a challenging look.
“I think that won’t be possible,“ Harry replied calmly, casually turning the car key between his fingers.
“Why not?“ Hiccupped another from the semi-darkness and stood up, faltering awkwardly.
Harry’s voice was deadly calm. “She’s mine and anyone who puts a finger on her has to answer to me. I’m neither ready to share her nor to pass her on to anyone.”
“And you think,” said the first, waving his beer bottle threateningly at Harry, “you can stand up to us? After all, there are ten of us.”
“We’ll see,“ he replied mysteriously. “I can handle you guys, believe me. I’ve already defended myself against much worse guys than you.”
Some of the clan laughed scornfully. “You? You’re still all wet behind the ears. What could you have done already?”
Harry raised his eyebrows in delight. “I can kill with a thought if I feel like it, or torture you and submit you to my will. If you want to try this out, all you have to do is just let me know.
However,” he paused, “I don’t feel like playing games today. You are also very drunk. It should be easy to teach you a lesson.”
“Shut up,“ shouted a third and the group came threateningly and staggering towards Harry. “We’ll take your horny slut now and we’ll fuck her really good such that her hearing and seeing passes. She’s sure to fuck well if she looks this hot and her tits are almost popping out of the cleavage. She’s a sexy whore,” he added with a glowing look at Hermione that was supposed to look promising.
“I would,“ Harry replied emphatically and his voice suddenly turned ice cold, “most strongly advise you against that.“
A nearby trash can rose in the air and floated over. Harry followed it with his gaze and was delighted to see that the others had seen it too. He let it fall noisily to the ground a few steps away from the group and paused. A fat rat squeaked angrily from its hiding place near the garbage can and ran towards Harry. He swore softly, but then controlled himself and looked at the fat animal with hostility. “Sectumsempra,“ he muttered without blinking an eyelid and the squeak stopped immediately. Instead, blood and intestines spurted in fountains across the sidewalk. The rat remained motionless.
“Rats are a nuisance,“ Harry stated soberly. “They breed like the plague and are hard to kill. Every time there are new ones there and they seem to hail from all possible loopholes. In parts they have a certain resemblance to obscure thugs like you.” He gave the clan a piercing look and noted with grim satisfaction that their eyes were wide open and that undisguised fear flickered cruelly in them.
The coolness had left his voice a little and it was almost friendly again. Yet it was unmistakable and threatening. “You will not harm my wife, or you can rent a room in a hospital of your choice for the rest of your life. Are we clear?“
The group nodded in unison and quickly withdrew.
“If you like, get hammered with this swill. But if I catch you one more time sexually abusing some pretty woman, if you are not in full command of your mental faculties and your thoughts are clouded, whether she is teenage or not, I will make good on my threat. Let that be a lesson to you.”
“You have no way of knowing when we are going to whistle at a women,“ the first one babbled.
“I have my connections and they especially like to keep an eye on you cardboard noses,“ he replied coolly.
“You’re bluffing,“ shouted the second and Harry raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.
“Do you really think so?“ He asked, amused. „Do you want to find out?“
He turned and left the fearful alcoholics without another word. When he caught up with Hermione, he gently put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
“Thank you,“ she said. “I think you saved the lives of many women around here. I don’t even want to know how many rapes are caused by them.”
“Why doesn’t the police bother?“ He asked the obvious question.
“I don’t know,“ she sighed. “I heard once that they had more important things to do.“
Harry blinked speechless. “That can’t be true! You have to do something about it!” He ranted.
“I think so too, but there is nothing we can do. At least not more than you just did. Thank you.” She kissed him on the cheek.
Soon they had reached the restaurant and entered. A waiter in an expensive suit came up to them beaming with joy and stopped a few steps in front of them.
“A table for two?“
“Exactly,“ Harry replied cheerfully. “I made reservations in the name of Potter.“ He leaned closer to the man and whispered softly, “It’s my girlfriend’s birthday today, you know?“
His smile grew even brighter. “Oh, then you are the famous Mr. Potter who beat the Dark Lord, aren’t you?“
Harry looked around at Hermione in amazement. “I beg your pardon?“ He asked the waiter. “How do you know that?“
“Good man”, the waiter replied in a friendly manner, “it was covered by all the media. The boy who survived and killed the Dark Lord. That’s you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s me indeed,“ Harry replied, slightly confused.
“Come on, come on!“ The waiter shouted enthusiastically. “Our best table just happened to become vacant.“ He scurried nimbly through the rows of tables, and Harry and Hermione tried to keep up with him.
The conversations at the next tables stopped immediately and heads turned to Hermione. People stared admiringly after her enchanting appearance and could not get enough of her. Even in this setting, such a dressed-up lady rarely seemed to dine and everyone enjoyed the welcome distraction. Some gave her covetous glances and Hermione promptly returned them, but by reaching for Harry’s hand for help and him warmly and gently closing his fingers around hers, she left no doubt that she was already taken and not interested in an affair. Hermione could not say she did not care about the glances, however. On the contrary, her legs had become so weak that the only thing that made her stand safe was Harry’s hand and contact to him.
The man finally stopped in front of a huge table by the window and pulled the chair back for Hermione. She sat down and the man pushed it forward again. Harry found his seat on his own and when he sat down, the waiter pulled out his digital ordering device. Gradually the conversations started again and the other people turned back to each other, but not without occasionally glancing at the Venus in human form.
“What would you like to drink?“ He asked gently. Harry gave Hermione a meaningful look and she understood that she should choose the drinks.
“Do you have some semi-dry Eiswein?“ She asked.
The man nodded eagerly. “Of course ma’am. May I bring you a bottle? Maybe a 1954^th?”
She smiled at him. “Yes please, that would be very kind.“
The waiter quickly floated away and Hermione looked around the room curiously. It looked very rustic and the thick smoked oak pillars in the corners underlined a long tradition. On the whitewashed walls, in alarm-secured glass cabinets, there were expensive paintings by international artists that emphasized the first-class quality of the restaurant. There were two passageways to the back of the establishment, one on either side of the wall, propped up by white marble pillars and decorated with rich frescoes that curled around both edges so that they formed a complete frame. The wall painting between the arches on the side facing them showed half of a dining party that was apparently chatting lively.
Harry followed her gaze and also turned to the painting. “It’ll definitely continue on the other side,“ he said quietly so as not to disturb the other guests and Hermione agreed.
“I think so too,“ she said in a whisper and then turned to the ceiling. It was higher than she expected. Instead of a painting, a scene from pure stone was carved and colored. It went well with the sunlit room and spanned it completely.
The waiter came back with the wine on a tray and brought them the menu at the same time. He put it down in front of Harry and Hermione and then poured them wine, which he prevented from dripping off the bottle with a white cloth.
“Thank you very much!“ Harry said and the man bowed gracefully. Then he went away and they both opened the card. Images were printed for each of the dishes on offer, which advertised it effectively. It took them a long time to work their way through the hodgepodge of delicious-looking foods and finally making a choice that they liked. The waiter floated over again and took menu cards and orders from them.
While they waited for the meal, they talked quietly about anything and everything and exchanged the latest news. It was not long before the man came back with two steaming plates and placed them stimulatingly in front of Harry and Hermione.
Harry rubbed his hands with shining eyes and began to eat. Hermione did the same and cut off a piece of meat that she quickly slipped into her mouth. As soon as it touched her tongue, a wonderful aroma spread in her mouth. She rolled her eyes in delight and moaned softly at the taste. Harry felt the same way with his dish and he chewed the pieces of meat for a long time so as not to miss anything.
They talked to each other while they ate and drank, rolling their eyes at each subsequent bite in complete bliss. The food was so excellent that one did not have to wonder why this was a Michelin-starred restaurant. The chef had apparently done nothing other all his life than pampering people with his arts.
“Harry?“ Hermione finally said when they were almost done.
“Mmm,“ he muttered with his mouth full and looked attentively up from his plate.
“This is the best birthday present I’ve ever received.“ She smiled warmly. “Thank you very much that I was allowed to be here.“
He raised an eyebrow and swallowed his mouthful. “‘That you were allowed being here’?“ He repeated. “Hermione, this is your birthday, not mine. I invited you because I hoped it could be something you might like. I can understand why you think you don’t deserve it, but that’s absolute nonsense. You deserve it more than anyone because you are my girlfriend and you have taken me into your family so kindly. What more can I wish for than to be welcomed with open arms?”
“I like it a lot, Harry. The food was just delicious. Just way too expensive,” she added mischievously.
“Are you starting again now?“ He asked with a sigh.
“I’m sorry,“ she replied meekly, “but I’m not used to being spent so much money on.“
“Hermione! Your parents are doctors. Don’t tell me that you’ve never been out for dinner before.”
“Yes, of course,“ she soothed him, “but we’ve never been... here.“
“I dare say,“ he replied gently. “That’s why I wanted to be the one to accompany you here. And I see my plan worked.” He paused for a moment. “What do you think of a dessert?“
“Sounds good,“ she nodded and reached for the dessert menu on the table. “What do we have here?“ She asked and buried her face behind the valuable paper. “Oh, an ice cream sundae wouldn’t be wrong, I think. At these temperatures in here...”, she said and winked meaningfully over the sheet.
“Hermione,” he replied quietly, “please don’t carry things too far today, will you? That in the swimming pool was enough for me already.”
She looked genuinely disappointed. “But why? I just want to be a good girlfriend to you, can you-“
But Harry cut her off quickly. “And you are too,“ he said calmly, “but if you constantly worry about me so beguilingly, I might not get my head back in the original position because you twisted it for me...“
She laughed choked. “You sure are something else,“ she breathed, looking deep into his eyes with hers. “What do you think, should we limit ourselves to having sex once a week?“
He looked at her indignantly. “Are you crazy? No, definitely not! Every day, please, in exceptional cases every other day.” He shook his head vigorously.
Her lips curled up. “See. You want it too.“
“Shit,“ Harry muttered desperately. “There it is again. The point at which I should actually curse my hasty tongue. Everything suddenly goes downhill and I have no chance of turning things around.”
Hermione beamed at him. “That’s on you,“ she whispered and her eyes began to glow fiery.
The waiter came up again and took the empty main course plates from them. Hermione ordered a sundae for herself and Harry and the man slipped away.
“You know, Hermione,” he said, fiddling with his wine glass, “I kind of like it when you are so loving to me. But…“
“You feel like there is something wrong with being loved unconditionally and feeling so comfortable with that one person that you do not want to let go of them, don’t you? Yes I know that feeling.“
“Exactly,“ said Harry, delighted to be understood.
“Well, I don’t really care about that now anymore,“ she said. “I always think anything that feels good can’t be wrong. And then I can just go carrying on.”
“Seems logical,“ he nodded.
Their sundaes came and they greedily pitched into it.
“There’s one thing the Muggles can’t do that well,“ Harry stated with relief and Hermione looked up at him skeptically. “The ice cream from Florean Fortescues is at least as delicious.“
She had to laugh. “Yes, that’s right,“ she replied and continued to lick with relish.
When they were finished, they sat there for a while and then asked for the bill before paying. Harry gave the waiter a decent tip, which he accepted with thanks and bowed gracefully. Then he went outside with Hermione on the dark street, which was only lit by the street lamps, and made his way home with her.

They arrived in front of Hermione’s parents’ house, went inside and locked the front door behind them. Hermione pulled him up the stairs and stopped in front of her room.
“I would like you to stay with me again tonight,“ she decided and before Harry could reply, she had already pulled him into the room and closed the door behind them. Hermione opened the window wide and sat next to Harry on the bed. They paused in silence for a while, listening to the wonderful twittering of birds from outside, before Hermione hesitantly broke the silence.
“Thank you for this wonderful day, Harry.“ He looked deeply into her eyes and then put his arm around her shoulder. Hermione snuggled close to him and her warm body attached ideally to his. “I had a lot of fun,“ she whispered. “Without exception, you succeeded in all the surprises. You made me a very happy woman today and I want to thank you for that. I hope I can offer you something almost exquisite for your birthday,” she said sadly.
“You’ll find something,“ he said soothingly and smiled happily. “I’m happy that you liked it. I was a bit worried that it might not meet your expectations, but that vanished by swimming at the latest. And tonight... well, I cannot tell you enough times how gorgeous you look. It was very nice to be with you in the restaurant and your unadulterated surprise at this choice showed me that I had the right flair. I’m really glad that you are my girlfriend.”
“Wife,“ she corrected him immediately, and Harry blushed. “After this day you can truly call me your wife. I love you Harry. I don’t want to lose you for anything or anyone in the world. It took me a long time to realize how devoted I am to you, but now I know.” She smiled and Harry lost himself in her unspeakably beautiful brown eyes that seemed to pierce him to the bottom of his soul.
“There’s only one thing left to do now,“ she said suggestively. “You remember what we’re going to do tomorrow. I think I should bring you to the edge again so that there is a lot to swallow tomorrow.”
“Hermione, please, I-“ Harry began, but she cut him off.
“Shh”, she said and put a finger to his mouth, “don’t say anything. You can’t prevent it anyway,” she grinned and Harry surrendered desperately to his fate.
Since they were still in their evening attire, Hermione took off Harry’s tuxedo jacket first. Now she had more leeway and loosened his belt so that she could easily pull his pants down a little. She ran her fingers seductively along his bump and then slowly let it slide up to the waistband. Then she got rid of this material as well and had exposed his penis like in the swimming pool. Immediately she began to please him and Harry slowly sank into his passion.
This time she edged him five times to the limit of complete despair and soon he was hoping that she would just stop. He did not like it at all that she had him under control, although he of course he liked what she was doing. But the worst part was not being allowed to experience orgasms and being prevented from giving free rein to the lust. He really wanted to show Hermione how devoted he was to her, but he could not.
The fourth time his testicles hurt so much that he was worried they would burst soon, and moaned for a break. Hermione let him come to rest a little longer, but only to then let him run on the knife’s edge slower and what felt like an eternity afterwards. She clearly enjoyed the fact that he was at her will and savored every second with relish.
Finally she was done and Harry fell panting backwards across the bed. He could barely move and laid there, breathing heavily.
“Please, Hermione,” he pleaded, “don’t do this to me ever again. I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going to die if you do not let me come.”
She smiled slightly. “I’m sorry if it hurts a little more than usual, but that’s necessary if we want to get a lot from you tomorrow. I hope you understand it. It is for a greater good.”
“Yes, I understand, but it is an ordeal to let you pamper me and not being able to give anything back because you are preventing me from it. Please don’t do this to me more often. Or at least give me longer breaks. Promise me that.“
“Alright,“ she mumbled, embarrassed. “I’m sorry you had to endure such pain. It’s all over tomorrow, believe me. You will be grateful to me that I spoiled you so much, I’m sure of that.
Do you think you can change your clothes?”
Harry shook his head sadly. “No, I can hardly move.“
Her voice was full of compassion. “I’m going to help you.“
She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his bare chest. Her soft lips felt good on his skin and although she had previously tormented him so much this feeling disappeared relatively quickly as she carefully pampered him lovingly. Harry rose awkwardly and she pulled the cloth off his body. Since his abdomen was already exposed, all she had to do was pull his pants off him and he was naked in front of her.
“Where do you have your pajamas?“ She asked.
“They’re on my bed. I’m going to get them.”
She held him firmly back in his feathers as he struggled to get up. “You stay put,“ she ordered emphatically, “I’ll take care of it.“
She came back with his pajamas and pulled his pants up over his legs.
“When your boner wears off, you can pull them up further. Then I won’t be tempted to do more with you tonight, okay? But I want your upper body naked. Is that okay for you?”
He nodded and laid down straight on the bed. Meanwhile his feeling returned and he could move more easily. Harry dropped onto the pillow and waited for Hermione to join him. She completely undressed and laid down next to him, completely naked. Her perfume rose erotically into his nose again and he smelled it more intensely than ever before.
“Now you can do whatever you want with me. Do it just as you like, I will obey your will. I hurt you and I’m sorry. Give me back everything you want.”
His hand wandered independently to her lower abdomen and imperiously spread her legs. Then his fingers entered her gently and Hermione began to moan softly as her eyes rolled in utter bliss until Harry could only see the white inside them.
She lay dazed next to him while he pampered her and when finally tiredness overcame both of them, they fell asleep happily and tightly embraced.
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