Hermione was aware of her parents' worries about the vacation in magical environment. While she could help her mother and dry her hair with a spell, give her father a manual shaver (she was sure he knew how to use one) or even shave him with a spell, she knew they were mostly concerned about the cellular phones. It was a known fact that electronics and magic couldn't work together, so she had been told, but was it really true?
She knew she could watch television along with her mates and it wasn't affected at all. She had even demonstrated a few spells for her parents while the television was working and it wasn't affected. Yet she was sure that hitting an electronic instrument with a spell could cause damage.
She found two old transistor-radios in the attic, which had been parts of some toys she had long discarded. Still they only needed fresh batteries to start functioning. She also found another one which had been broken since the inquisitive three-years old Hermione tried to check its resistance to being dropped from the second floor. She actually wondered why her parents even kept it, yet it proved useful.
A quick "reparo" seemed to bring that radio back to life, once new batteries were installed. Hermione took it in her left hand and started casting different spells. After ten minutes of intensive casting, using stunners, levitation and transfiguration, the old radio was still working. She did notice that it emitted different noises when she cast spells, differing with the type of spell.
Taking one of the other radios, she set it on a station and then tried levitating it. The music stopped. She released her spell, letting it down softly. The music resumed.
Hermione thought for a bit and then cast a shielding charm on the radio, making sure it covered the instrument from all directions, like it was an invisible cover. Repeating the levitation trick, the music kept playing. Hermione smiled to herself. She now had a perfect solution for her parents.
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Alain offered the Grangers to take them to France using magical transportation. Although curios about it, they both declined the offer. "I'm not sure how it may affect us and I believe the slower transportation also allows us some time to change our disposition, making us ready for our vacation."
Both Harry and Fleur were eager to try flight, muggle style. They all took a flight to Bordeaux, which was the closest airport to the Delacour estate. Hermione had already experienced airplane flight, but got just as excited as her mates when boarding, enjoying their excitement of experiencing this for the first time.
"How can it fly without magic?" Fleur wondered.
"The principles are very old. Birds use them and even some dinosaurs used them, many millions of years ago. It is all about the shape of the wings and the forces of the wind. There are thousands of airplane flights each day," Hermione told her.
Harry found the flight pleasant. It was not as exhilarating as flying a broom, but it was faster and more comfortable.
The Delacour were waiting at the airport. Gabi ran to her sister as soon as she spotted her, hugging her tightly and whispering in rapid French in her ear. Fleur hugged her sister back and then turned to the Grangers. "As you've probably guessed, this is my sister Gabrielle, who's very excited to see me, forgetting her manners. She's ten years old. Gabi, these are Jean and Dave Granger, Hermione's parents."
Gabi blushed deeply and courtesied. "Glad to meet you," she said. Turning to Harry, she hugged him as well and kissed his cheek, and then did the same with Hermione, who hugged her back like a sister.
They all boarded a limousine, that brought them to the Delacour Mansion, in the midst of the wine district. Harry loved the view, consisting of valleys and hills covered with vineyards, with some nice houses scattered among them and a few picturesque small villages. It was relaxing and even sensuous, in a way, as if the gentle curves of the land were reflecting the gentle curves of his wives.
It was still early in the afternoon and the sun was shining brightly. "Would you like a dip in the pool and some tanning?" Apolline suggested.
Seeing the enthusiastic faces around, she added, "We'll be waiting at the southern entrance. You have bathing robes in your rooms. No need to bother with swimsuits."
Harry blushed at the idea. He didn't mind being nude with his wives or in the showers with his dorm mates, but he knew that both his mothers-in-law would be there, naked, and he wasn't sure how he would react. The girls didn't seem to be bothered, though. They all stripped naked and put on their bathrobes. Their hosts were already waiting, and the Grangers joined them a moment later.
Harry gasped when he saw the pool. It was set on the upper slope of a hill and had a fantastic view all around. The pool itself was of irregular shape, reminding him of a small lake. Harry just loved it.
He gasped again when he turned around, noticing that he was the only one still wearing a bathrobe. He saw Apolline, looking as trim and as fit as her daughter, and Jean, who was smaller and darker, but just as fit.
"Hey, I'm starting to change," Gabi attracted his attention, pointing at her flat chest. He couldn't see any change there, but he nodded at the girl, not wanting to contradict her.
"Exciting view, isn't it?" Dave asked him as Harry was reluctantly removing his robe.
"Yes, it is," Harry replied, not sure if Dave was referring to the curves of the land or of the women nearby.
Dave examined Harry attentively. "You still need to fill quite a bit," he noted.
Harry blushed. He had never gone into details about the way the Dursleys had treated him, yet he was way too thin for his age, despite eating quite well for about ten months each year, and not as tall as expected, although he had grown quite a bit since coming to Hogwarts. Instead of answering, he just mumbled, "Let's join the girls," and jumped into the water, where both his wives and Jean were already swimming.
It turned out to be a very nice experience, though; much nicer than he feared. It only took him a few minutes to get accustomed to everyone being naked. Soon enough he could talk with any of the women without staring at their breasts or their crotches and without having his body react in embarrassing ways.
Only Gabi seemed to want him to look at her attentively, although he found that pathetic. Gabi still had the proportions and the face of a little girl. He was sure she would grow up into a stunning young woman, not much different than her sister or her mother, but that was at least a year or two in the future.
After an enjoyable afternoon at the pool. They all retired for a shower and some rest in their rooms before reassembling for dinner.
This was only a semi-formal dinner, which meant that they were all dressed nicely but not formally and there was a lot of talking around the table, especially between servings. Harry noticed that the portions he was getting were somewhat larger than his wives'. He didn't think much of it, though, as he knew that both girls were keeping strict control of their food consumption in order to stay slim and fit. He ate heartily and enjoyed the meal. Although some of the tastes were new to him, everything was tasty and the meal as a whole was wonderful. The company of his two wives was only enhancing his enjoyment.
They spent another day there, taking a short tour of the vicinity as well, and enjoying the pool just the same, before going to the French Riviera for the rest of their vacation.
"How are we going to the Riviera?" Dave asked that evening.
"We have several options. We can all use a portkey that will take us to our destination using no-time. We can apparate, taking you along. We can use the Floo. We can also take the limousine. Being magical, it can reach our destination in a few minutes or several hours – any way you wish."
Dave didn't need to think much. "I'd like the limousine. We've never visited this part of France and we'd like to see some of the famous attractions in the region. We then may speed it up as we reach the seaside, as we've spent many summers in that area."
They spent most of the day on the road, visiting some of the most attractive places in the region. "We need to spend a week here to do justice to this region," Jean noted.
"You can spend weekends with us. We like traveling. We sometimes even travel by foot," Apolline said. "Of course, we can always resort to magic if we encounter any trouble."
Jean thought for a moment and smiled. "I think we may take your offer, at least when the weather is fine."
"That would be a pleasure," Apolline assured her.
It was quite late when they arrived at the beach house. A worried house elf welcomed them, speaking hurriedly with Apolline, who just smiled at the elf and patted its head. They had dinner soon and then retired for the night, having so many views to absorb.
As Fleur had already prepared them, everybody was wearing only swimsuits at breakfast. Harry thought it was more enticing than nudity, in some ways. He just couldn't take his eyes off the women who looked all marvelous. He remembered thinking that the bikini Fleur had bought was very small, yet it looked very large compared to her mother's. With all these gorgeous young (and not so young) women around, Gabi looked a bit disappointed, not getting any attention. Harry eventually noticed her. "You're wearing a very nice swimsuit," he complimented her, bringing a shining smile to her face. Gabi was wearing one-piece golden swimsuit which fit her childish proportions well.
As soon as they finished breakfast, Alain explained. "We have that nice pool in the backyard, where you can leave your swimsuits behind. There are stairs going to the regular beach. Women are usually topless there. We may also take you to the nudist beach which needs a walk of about ten minutes, where you can bare it all. Don't forget large hats, water and sun protection. For the first few days I suggest no more than an hour in the morning and another in the evening for sun tanning. Any more than this and you risk turning as red as a crab. Once you start getting a tan, you may increase your sun exposure, but stay out of it during the hottest hours. You may use the pool at those timed, if you insist, as it has UV blocking charms above it."
Everybody seemed to prefer the nudist beach. Alain made sure they all had some light outer clothing to block the sun (and some admirers) on the way to and from that beach.
Harry had never seen so many naked people together. The beach was quite crowded and people of all ages seemed to enjoy their nudity there. While some young women, like his wives, looked very attractive that way, other made him look elsewhere. An overweight grandmother who seemed to be melting in the sun made him almost puke as did another, who was no more than a skeleton covered with skin and not much else. Yet most people were not as extreme. He could find something nice in most people he saw there.
A group playing beach-ball attracted his attention. Most players were girls about his age and once they started running and jumping, it was doing very interesting things to their breasts.
The beach was less crowded in the afternoon, though. Harry and his wives could talk with some of the nicer people there and make tentative friendships.
Yet two weeks flew by quickly. The Grangers needed to return to their clinic and Harry was expected to celebrate his birthday at the Burrow. Not willing to waste another day on the road, they asked Alain for a portkey home. After spending the day on the beach and at the pool, they all showered, ate only a light supper and then took hold of the rope portkey. A flick of a wand later, they were in the Granger entrance hall, shivering lightly at the temperature difference.
They soon settled back into their rooms and changed clothes to account for the different weather. Jean made some hot chocolate for them all. With just some light conversation they finished their drinks and retired for the night.
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Having to wear warmer clothes after wearing practically nothing for two weeks made Harry's mood sour, until two horny wives reminded him of the pleasures of exploring their bodies under those clothes. The Grangers preferred not to see anything. As soon as breakfast was over, they retired back to their bedroom, letting the youngsters enjoy themselves in the rest of the house.
Jean emerged from her bedroom close to noon, looking a bit dazed, yet smiling broadly. Harry forced himself not to think of what her appearance was suggesting. He preferred to assume that only he and his wives were engaging in that type of activity.
Still, before lunch they were all properly dressed. The Grangers had planned visiting some family while Harry and the girls were expected at the Burrow. Fleur apparated them there soon after lunch.
The Burrow looked more festive than usual. It looked like Mrs. Weasley had overdone herself in preparing Harry's birthday party. Harry was sure that she had put Ron and Ginny to work as well, and possibly some other members of the family, since the whole house was decorated with streamers and banners and glittering stuff, and even the garden seemed to suffer a similar fate.
He was welcome with the traditional bone-breaking hug and then released to shake hands with Ron and get a timid kiss on his cheek from Ginny. The twins also welcomed him in their own style. "How nice of you...", "...to take a break from entertaining...", "...your two sexy and lovely...", "...and sexy, don't forget...", "...wives and let mere mortals...", "...enjoy your company."
Fleur started laughing at that, her pearly chuckle catching them all in a round of good-hearted laughter. It was downhill from there, as the twins made sure to keep everybody laughing for most of that afternoon.
Ron was eager to hear about Harry's vacation and also tried to understand how Harry got married in the first place. While these were interesting subjects, Harry didn't really cooperate. He only repeated the wedding story that had been published, refraining from any additional details. He talked a bit more about their vacation. "The Delacour have a large villa near the beach and the beach is really beautiful, with golden sand, mild waves and some palm trees nearby. It's a Muggle beach, though, so we had to use only Muggle sun-protection products. It was nice helping the girls rub it all over." Both smirked, Ron's face showing some jealousy as well.
Harry noticed that Ginny talked with the girls and even took them to her room. He wondered what they were talking about, hoping it was not too personal. Somehow he had a feeling that they were talking about him.
Many other visitors arrived a bit later: Neville Longbottom and his grandmother; Tonks ("Don't ever say my first name!"); Remus Lupin; Sirius, Prof. McGonagall, Hagrid, the Headmaster, and the whole Quidditch team. Harry was delighted to see so many people coming to celebrate with him. He enjoyed the attention and the presents yet after a while, he longed to go back and cuddle with only his wives. As much as he liked these people, his family was much more important to him.
He stayed, though, and eventually enjoyed it. The twins kept the guests entertained; Molly served an extraordinary dinner, even for her, and the twins made a wonderful fireworks display once it was dark enough to enjoy it. Still, he was very glad to return to the Granger residence, which he considered "home" until they would move to one of the houses he owned.
The next morning they moved back to France by portkey to stay two more weeks at the beach before returning to England for the final two weeks of their vacation. They still needed to shop for the new school year.