Susan stayed with the family on the train back and moved to the Potter apartment once they reached the castle. This caused some gossip, of course, but Susan's classmates congratulated her wholeheartedly, especially after hearing how it had happened. The Gryffindors also accepted Susan's involvement in Harry's life with no objections, except for a few girls who would have liked to trade places with her. Some boys would also have traded places with Harry, at least for a day or two, although most seemed frightened by the idea of having to sate four girls each night.
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Ever since preparing for the third task, Harry used to run in the morning at least twice a week. It had actually been Hermione's initiative and she had tried to convince Ron to take part in it as well. This had proven to be futile, though. Ron wouldn't hear of anything that won't let him sleep as late as possible. It turned out all right, becoming a time she was spending with Harry alone.
Married life didn't change this habit. Harry still groaned when awakened early, but he knew better than to oppose his closest friend and now his wife. Hermione didn't succeed in convincing the other girls to join them. She didn't try too hard, really. It was just a time when Harry was fully hers and she cherished it.
April was still quite chilly, especially very early in the morning. Despite the warm training suits, both were lightly shivering once they finished running and were walking briskly back to the castle. Looking at his beloved wife, whose face was flushed after jogging, admiring how beautiful she was even when sweaty, he almost stumbled on something that was on the ground. Hermione noticed and stopped him just when he was going to bump into it.
Looking down in the dim predawn light, he barely saw the outlines of a young person in fetal position. Looking closer he noticed it was a girl wearing a thin nightgown. She looked asleep but was trembling of the cold. Hermione touched her skin, feeling her cold to the touch. She cast a strong warming charm on the girl, along with a slight shield charm to stop the chilly wind. "We should take her to the hospital wing," Harry suggested.
The girl seemed to have awakened. "Please don't. I'm... I'll be fine. It's not the first time I sleep outside."
Harry recognized the voice. It was Luna Lovegood, the weird girl they had first met on the train. "Why would you do such a thing?" he wondered. Even if she wasn't totally sane, it was still strange.
Luna seemed uncomfortable. "Well, my dorm-mates have a game. They sometimes hide my things and I have to look for them. I looked outside and then I couldn't re-enter the tower. This happens sometimes, you know..."
Hermione was furious. "That's bullying and it shouldn't be allowed! Have you told Professor Flitwick about it?"
Luna shook her head. Her tremors ceased now, as the warming charm was affecting her, but she was not yet in full control of her muscles. "They say it's only a game. I think I'm not very good at it."
"Well, come with us. We shall help you," Hermione said, as both she and Harry grabbed Luna's hands and helped her stand. Luna seemed a bit wobbly, unsure on her almost frozen feet. Hermione hugged her close, to help her stand. Harry was a bit reluctant. He could clearly see that Luna was wearing nothing but her nightgown, and the thin material was practically exposing all her anatomy to him.
Hermione noticed his dilemma. "Hold on a moment," she told Luna, taking a step away. Luna almost fell and Harry needed to grab her shoulders to stabilize her. Hermione cast a spell on Luna, making her nightgown heavier and warmer, also obstructing the indecent view she was presenting.
"Not the hospital wing, please," Luna said.
"Fine. We'll take you to our apartment where you can get warm and have some clothes," Hermione said, casting another warming charm on the girl.
They helped Luna walk, each holding one of her arms. As the warming charm took effect, Luna was gaining more control of her movements. She was able climb the last staircase with no help at all.
The other wives were already awake and in different stages of getting ready for the day. Hermione ignored them all while directing Luna to a sofa, covering her with a thick blanket and putting a pillow under her head. She then grabbed Fleur's arm and they disappeared into the bathroom.
Luna, now warm and cozy, fell promptly asleep. Susan, who had no lessons scheduled for that morning, offered to stay with her. Fleur promised to talk with Professor Flitwick. She was sure that the diminutive Professor would not like the way students in his house were treating one of their own.
Luna woke up to the smell of food. It took her a moment to remember where she was and why. She then scanned her surroundings, noticing that the enticing smell came from a tray which was waiting on the nearby table, where Fleur was sitting and reading a book.
As Luna moved, Fleur noticed and looked at her. "How do you feel, Miss Lovegood?"
"Rested, warm, and quite hungry, thank you."
"Well, you missed breakfast. You also missed lunch, but your friends brought this for you," Fleur gestured to the tray.
"My friends?" Luna wasn't sure whom Fleur was referring to. She had no friends, as far as she knew. Well, Ginny had been quite nice when they had been little, but others?
"Whom do you mean, Professor Potter?"
Fleur smiled at her, seething inside. "Why, Harry and Hermione. Besides, you don't need to call me Professor when in here. I'm just Fleur for my family and friends. Come now, your food is getting cold."
Fleur observed Luna closely while the younger girl ate. Luna didn't eat like she had missed only breakfast. She ate like she was famished. Fleur wondered if her house-mates prevented her from eating as well.
Once Luna finished eating, she finally could pay attention to her surroundings. The Potter apartment, formerly Godric's Lair, was decorated in crimson and gold but also with some motifs of the other houses. A green glass goblet was standing on a silver foot which looked like a curled snake, climbing on the outer part of the goblet. A book-end on the shelf was formed like a badger holding the books and another looked like a blue raven. The room had a feeling of tranquility and fun.
"There are no nargles here," Luna exclaimed happily.
Fleur didn't ask for explanation. Hermione had already briefed her on the girl. She changed subject instead. "I asked professor Flitwick to have all your stuff moved here. I think you should be staying with us for the time being. I hope you'll like the Blue Room, as we thought it was best for you. You may go there now and change into your school robes. I'd also suggest wearing shoes and socks. The weather is still unstable, you know."
Luna felt overwhelmed with emotions. She had never had friends; Nobody had ever cared for her since her mother died. Her father loved her, but was too absent minded to care for her. He actually needed her to take care of him. She jumped on Fleur, surprising her, and hugged her tightly. "Thank you so much!" Some tears escaped her eyes. She turned her face quickly, but not quickly enough. Fleur noticed and refrained from comments.
Luna attended her afternoon lessons, but sat with the Potters for dinner and joined them in their apartment. They all had some homework to do and Luna felt very comfortable in their company. Fleur even volunteered to check her homework and attracted her attention to some points she had missed, helping her turn in better homework than usual.
It was getting late. Harry yawned. "I think I'll go to bed now."
All girls stopped whatever they were doing, packed their things in their school bags and were ready to go into the master bedroom. Luna did the same.
"Don't you have your own bedroom?" Daphne asked. She didn't sound hostile. Just confused.
"Oh, Fleur let me use the Blue room, but I still have a life debt to pay," Luna said.
"What do you mean?" It was Hermione who asked, seeming just as confused.
Luna looked her straight in the eye. "You two saved my life. Had you not found me there I would have probably been in grave danger; I could even die. Now I must repay by serving you until my debt is gone."
"You owe us nothing. We don't expect anything of you, except for you to be happy," Hermione insisted.
It was Fleur who understood first. "Don't you see? Luna is a Veela, like me. Her debt is not as deep as mine, as you've not endangered yourselves by saving her, but her magic recognizes the debt nevertheless. She needs to have sex with Harry and with you, probably more than once, to pay her debt."
Hermione looked at Luna who seemed to blush and nod, as if telling her that what Fleur was saying was true.
"Well, we should tell Harry," she finally said, knowing what this would lead to.
Harry was already in bed, the blanket covering him up to his waist, thankfully, as he was wearing nothing for bed.
"Harry, I need to shag you, probably more than once, as payment for you saving my life," Luna said.
"No! You have no such obligation. Hermione and I would have done it for anybody and it really was no problem," Harry replied just as Hermione expected him to.
"Harry, it's my Veela magic that demands it. My mother was a Veela, and so am I. I'm not a Veela princess, like Fleur, but a Veela still."
"So you plan on being my sex-slave?"
"Yours and Hermione's."
Harry sounded alarmed. "It isn't right! Do you really want it?"
Luna smiled dreamily. "Whenever I thought about being with someone, it was you. Shagging you would just be a dream come true, not a sacrifice at all."
"Is that all you would like? Just a few shags?"
Luna turned serious. "I wish I could be your mate. You're the kindest person I know..." She seemed to have intended to say more but reconsidered it.
"I won't take you as a sex-slave, then. I'll take you as an equal, as a wife, if you agree."
The room was suddenly filled with light, as if the sun was shining. 'Oh, no!' Harry thought, as he felt another ring appearing on his finger. He felt the panic rise within, yet when the light dimmed back to normal and he could finally look at the young women around him he could only see smiling faces,
Hermione was the first to speak. "Welcome into our family, sister-wife," she said to Luna, taking both her hands and holding in reassurance. "It looks like Harry's magic has just chosen you as his wife. Would you like to spend the night with him alone?"
Luna didn't seem too shocked by the event. "The Pilpilows had told me I'll soon get married. They only failed to tell me with whom," she said dreamily, before turning to Hermione. "I'd like to also share with you, after getting rid of my virginity. I need to pay my debt to you as well."
Fleur, Susan and Daphne didn't seem too happy about this, but they only kissed Harry goodnight and left the room. "We'll stay in the Green Room," Fleur said, before closing the door.
"I'll help Luna get ready and we shall soon join you in bed," Hermione said, grabbing Luna's hand and heading for the bathroom.
Harry was still thinking of the day's events, culminating in getting himself another wife, when the girls returned, wearing only smiles. Harry loved seeing Hermione naked. Well, he loved seeing all his wives naked. Still, Luna seemed to momentarily look even more enticing. He knew she had turned on her Allure, although it didn't affect him. He only saw a young woman who was eager to unite with him and whose body radiated her desire to be fully his.
Hermione moved aside, letting him give Luna his full attention. Unlike his first experience with Fleur, now he was ready for what would come, or so he believed. Luna still surprised him. Her body was small, and not only due to being younger. She was well shaped and very feminine, and her breasts were smaller and firmer, yet just as nice to fondle; her waist was slim and widened at the hips, giving her the classical guitar silhouette. He was so concentrated on studying her features that he almost missed her removing the blanket and staring at his evident erection. Harry blushed as she seemed to study it, as if trying to see how it would fit inside her. She then mounted the bed. "Would you like to be up or down?" she asked.
"Whatever you prefer." He then noticed that she couldn't yet form a preference, not having any experience. "During the first time, I'm usually in top position," he said.
Luna stretched on the bed at his side. "Take me now, please, but keep in mind this is my first time."
Once he touched her, Harry felt as if she was his whole world for a while. He made love to her tenderly and passionately, caressing and kissing every point of her skin. When he finally penetrated her, she was more than ready for him, and her hymen proved not to bother either of them. When they collapsed after a fabulous orgasm, Luna hugged him tightly, while he was still perched between her thighs. "My man! My love! I'm yours forever!"
Luna was still recovering from her orgasm, but Hermione was unable to abstain any longer. She gently pried Luna's hands and legs apart, freeing Harry to move and perch between her own thighs, where he resumed his previous activity with more vigor. By the time Luna was coherent again (for Luna), he was already pumping deeply into Hermione. Luna moved, positioning herself so that she could fondle Hermione's breasts and lick her clit, making Hermione reach a longer and stronger orgasm than she had ever reached before. They finally collapsed, with Harry between his two sated wives.