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Watching His Girlfriend Become His Wife - Harry/Hermione & Draco/Astoria/Luna
🕑 Added 2024-12-27 16:59:00 +0000 UTCAN: Here's Part 25 of the Watching His Girlfriend Series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
All characters are at least twenty years of age at the time of this story.
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So many men had warned Harry about the nerves that he would feel on his wedding day, but honestly, Harry had never felt more confident about anything in his life. From the moment he first kissed Hermione, he knew that she was the one for him. They would marry and have a family together. Everything would be perfect.
The idea of a church wedding was something that Hermione had dreamt about when she was young, but the Wizarding World opened her eyes up to so much more. It was funny: their wedding was surprisingly cheaper than it would have been in a church.
A beautiful meadow stretched out as far as the eye could see. Overlooking the White Cliffs of Dover, this was a place inhabited by wood nymphs and fairies. An ancient magical protection still laid upon these lands since before the time of the founders of Hogwarts, keeping the land preserved and practically invisible to any muggles who wandered nearby. It was perfect and peaceful, and Harry could not have imagined a better place to get married.
Among the tales told of this place, one stuck with Harry more than the rest. Hermione had told him about it one night when they were cuddled up in bed together after making love. Apparently, an ancient witch named Annia travelled here all the way from Milan in search of her beloved, Marcus, who’d been forced by his mentor to leave her to aid in the Roman’s conquest of Britain. She’d travelled through modern-day France and apparated straight across the Strait of Dover into this pristine, untouched place.
Annia had recounted her plight to the wood nymphs and fairies who lived there, and they’d agreed to help her in exchange for the most beautiful thing in the world. They warned Annia that if her offering was not exactly that, they’d use their magic to force her beloved back off to war until all of Britain was conquered.
With no other aid forthcoming, Annia agreed to their aid, and the creatures travelled with her north in search of her beloved. They communed with local creatures, tracking the Roman’s movements. Eventually, they came upon Marcus on the verge of death after a gruesome battle.
Annia took care to nurse Marcus back to health, not leaving his side for a single moment. The wood nymphs and fairies were moved by her devotion and helped by collecting plants and herbs that Annia made into potions to heal Marcus.
Eventually, when Marcus was able to stand on his own two feet again, Annia took him, the wood nymphs, and the fairies back to the White Cliffs of Dover. Knowing that she had to repay the creatures with the most beautiful thing in the world, she could think of nothing greater than a wedding between two people who were deeply in love with one another.
The wedding was a spectacular affair. The land itself seemed to sense the significance of the moment and reshaped itself, providing a lush circle of flowers for them to be married within. All of the wood nymphs and fairies watched on with awe as doves flew overhead and flower petals fell from the sky. All manner of creatures sang a beautiful song, and when Annia and Marcus finally kissed, they’d fully repaid the creatures who’d aided them.
It wasn’t entirely clear if this was a true tale or not, despite the historical claims, but Hermione had explained to him that it’d established a trend of weddings taking place there. Allegedly, druids visited this place regularly and helped to infuse the land with magic, stating that if the couple being married were truly in love, a grand wedding arbour would form out of the ground and cover the couple with falling flower petals. Such a thing led to either tremendously happy and romantic moments or utter chaos and heartbreak.
Even knowing that, Harry had no doubts that a wedding arbour would be made above his and Hermione’s heads.
“Are you sure you’re man enough to go through with this?” Dudley sneered at Harry.
“Of course,” Harry replied happily.
Dudley snorted in amusement. It still tickled Harry to imagine just how superior Dudley must feel in his mind to him. This game had been going on for so long now that he half expected that Dudley would have realised what was going on by now, but apparently not. Still, Harry’s confidence in himself, Hermione, and their relationship together ensured that he was never actually hurt by Dudley’s words.
“Try not to disappoint her in bed,” Dudley said. “Or do and send her my way if she really wants to be satisfied.”
Harry had to bite his cheek to stop himself from chuckling at Dudley’s words. Instead, he put on what could only be described as a pathetic look and said, “I will.”
Dudley clapped his back. “Good man,” he said in a mocking tone. “Best hurry up then. Everyone’s waiting.”
Indeed they were.
Rows of chairs had been set up in front of the circle of flowers that Annia and Marcus were married within. Wood nymphs danced around, singing as they spread flowers among the guests. The rest of Harry’s groomsmen were up front, including his best man, Draco. It was so ironic that his best man was once a man whom he hated with a burning passion, but there was no one else Harry would rather have. Out of everyone here, Draco understood Harry and Hermione’s relationship the best.
The bridesmaids stood on the opposite side of the circle with Luna taking up the centre position as the maid of honour. Harry could still see some hints of lingering envy from Ginny and Gabrielle especially as they watched Harry walk up into the circle. Given how well he’d fucked them, he knew that they were wishing that they could be in Hermione’s place right now.
Hermione’s mum, Emma Granger, sat in the front row directly next to the Dursleys. It amused Harry to no end to watch his aunt and uncle acting so uncomfortable with all of the magic around them. Every time a fairy passed by, Petunia looked like she’d bolt out of her chair and go diving off the cliffs into the water below just to get away. If it wasn’t for the fact that Dudley and Vernon wanted to be here to witness this and continue to mock Harry, he knew that none of them would have come. At the very least, Emma was doing all they could to keep Petunia and Vernon calm.
“You know, mate,” Ron leaned over and began to speak to Harry. “If you ever wanted to arrange another surprise for Hermione, we’d be happy to join you on your honeymoon.”
“Thanks,” Harry chuckled. “But we’ll be okay by ourselves.”
“What about Luna?” Draco asked.
Harry waited until he was sure that Dudley was distracted by some odd bit of magic before whispering his reply. “I thought that you and Astoria might like to play host to her for a while.”
Draco’s eyes widened slightly. “Really? For two whole weeks?”
Harry nodded. “Luna was the one to suggest it herself. I know that you and Astoria have talked about inviting another woman to join you in the bedroom. Think of this as an extended test run.”
“That’d be brilliant,” Draco grinned. “Astoria’s going to be so happy. I doubt she’ll even make it through the reception before she’s begging me to take her and Luna back home.”
“You three should enjoy yourselves however you see fit,” Harry grinned back. “Oh, and be sure to ask her to give you two her special wakeup in the morning. It’s truly divine.”
“I will,” Draco replied, a look of glee filling his eyes.
Any other words were cut short as the wood nymphs’ song picked up in volume. The gentle melody that filled the air resembled something akin to a slow dance, but the only one dancing was Hermione as her dad led her down the aisle towards the circle of flowers.
Though she wasn’t literally dancing, it was the only word that came to mind when Harry watched her walk towards him. Hermione’s wedding dress flowed like waves gently washing upon a shore. The long floral gown trailed gently behind her, letting both the white fabric shine brightly while also emphasising the pink, green, and red-coloured flowers that helped make her dress stand out. Harry could see several fairies helping to guide the train of her dress along the grass.
But the only reason that the dress looked so gorgeous was because Hermione was the one wearing it. Her perfect body gave the dress form and made it truly shine.
Hermione’s hair flowed in long tresses over her right shoulder, highlighting her beautiful face. She’d gone with just the simplest makeup that emphasised her natural beauty without becoming too heavy handed. Her eyes were shining with joy as she took in Harry and his formal black dress robes.
Hermione’s father, Dan, released Hermione’s arm the moment they reached the threshold of the circle of flowers. He held her hand as she gingerly stepped over, and then he returned to his seat next to his wife, his face beaming with pride as he gave Harry a nod of approval.
“Hi,” Hermione said almost shyly as she stepped up next to Harry.
“You look incredible,” he breathed out. “You seem to get more and more beautiful with each passing day.”
“Stupid flatterer,” Hermione blushed lightly. “Thank you. It’s rare that I get to see you in dress robes. I love how well you clean up.”
“Ahem,” the wedding officiator from the Ministry of Magic cleared his throat. “If we’re ready to begin?”
Harry and Hermione both nodded, and the man began reciting the ancient words used to bond man and wife for centuries.
Harry wished that he could say that he paid attention to anything the man said. He’d read over the words before, of course, but in this moment, his entire being was solely focused on Hermione.
By the time that the officiator reached Harry’s moment, he’d already been too lost in Hermione’s eyes to hear his words the first time.
“Do you take Hermione Granger to be your bride,” the officiator repeated.
It was only then that Harry was finally stirred from the reverie that’d overcome his mind and body.
“I do,” he promised Hermione, himself, and the world beyond.
“And do you take Harry Potter to be your lawfully-wedded husband?” The officiator asked Hermione.
“I do,” she promised with all of her heart.
A big smile came across the man’s face. “Then I declare you now to be man and wife.”
The second that Harry’s lips connected with Hermione’s, he felt a shift in the air around them. It was something that most of them would have missed, but not him. Magic felt palpable in the air, and the scattering of the wood nymphs and fairies only proved his point.
Suddenly, the earth stirred beneath them. However, Harry and Hermione didn’t break their kiss for an instant. As much as magic wished for them to continue with their embrace, neither of them was willing to let the other go until all of their deepest emotions had been conveyed.
Harry’s eyes opened for only a fraction of a second, and during such time, he witnessed as a thick bough burst out from the earth and arched above Hermione’s head. He could faintly hear the sound of another reaching out from the earth behind him to meet the other, but his mind and body were too focused upon Hermione to pay it any mind.
It wasn’t until the overt gasps from the audience that Harry realised that the wedding arbour had formed above his and Hermione’s heads. The truth that they were each other’s soul mates seemed nothing more than a confirmation to what Harry had already known. As the flower petals fell upon them, Harry merely smiled into the kiss and embraced the moment for what it was. He and Hermione were officially married, and that was all that mattered.
When he finally pulled away from the kiss, he found Hermione lost in an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. He smiled warmly back at her as she came to her surroundings.
“I love you so much,” Harry told her with all of the passions his heart could muster.
Hermione’s eyes welled with tears. “I love you too. I just wish I could say something more important.”
“Guess you haven’t read enough romance books then,” Harry chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist.”
“No, I haven’t,” Hermione laughed before she kissed Harry again.
The reception was a blur to Harry, much as the officiant’s words were. He couldn’t remember exactly how many people had come to wish him congratulations upon his marriage to Hermione.
There had been times that he wondered about Hermione’s resolve towards him. Watching her getting fucked by so many other men had always made him subtly question as to whether or not she truly loved him or the lifestyle he’d suggested, but seeing her in these past few months and today had confirmed to him that she loved him more than anything else in the world. He had no doubts that even if he asked her to give up fucking other men that she’d gladly agree and be more than satiated by him and his desires.
It was beyond rare to come across a woman as special as Hermione, and Harry counted himself lucky every single day that he’d met her.
“I’m so glad to have you as my son-in-law,” Dan Granger said as he gave Harry a war hug.
“I hope you know that I’ll do everything I can to keep her safe, protected, and loved,” Harry promised the man.
“I know you will,” Dan replied with a smile.
Harry turned to Emma Granger and gave her a hug as well.
“You’ve been the best thing to happen to this family since Hermione was born,” Emma told Harry. “I hope you’ll both come back for Christmas.”
“Of course we will,” Harry promised her. “There’s nothing more we’d love than to spend time with you.”
Emma grimaced. “Your aunt and uncle seem a bit uncomfortable here, and Vernon had a few off-hand comments that seemed a bit…”
“I’ll deal with them,” Harry assured her quickly before stepping aside to deal with his family.
Petunia was clinging to Vernon as though her life depended upon it. As brave of a face that Vernon was trying to put on, Harry could see the man’s worry as he watched the magical creatures dance around the celebration and the magical fireworks that Fred and George had set off.
“Hermione and I will be leaving soon,” he told his uncle.
“And when will you be back?” Vernon asked eagerly, briefly dispensing of his fear in favour of his lust.
“Soon,” Harry promised him. “In two weeks or so.”
“Good, good,” Vernon nodded, glancing at Petunia to ensure that she was calm. “Dudley and I can’t wait for too long. Hermione and Luna had better be ready for us once they come back home.”
“They will be,” Harry smiled. The idea of having his wife fuck other men turned him on even more than he could’ve imagined. It didn’t matter that Hermione had already fucked them; what was important was the fact that she was now his wife. It was a different sort of taboo that left Harry’s cock throbbing with excitement.
“Good,” Vernon grinned, missing Harry’s excitement entirely. “It’ll be good to relieve them after what’s bound to be a disappointing honeymoon with you. My honeymoon with Petunia was something to be remembered. Tell him.”
Petunia shuddered at the thought of retelling such salacious details. “It was a lot,” she compromised.
“Yes, it was,” Vernon chuckled.
“I’d best be on then,” Harry commented, pulling away towards his wife.
“Go,” Vernon grinned. “And be sure to bring her back for Dudley and I before long.”
Harry nodded and dipped away. He found Hermione in a conversation with several of their friends, but they all pulled away the moment that Harry appeared.
“Are you ready to go, love?” Hermione asked as she kissed Harry sweetly.
“I am if you are,” he told her.
The smile on her lips told him everything that he needed to know.
Everyone gathered near the portkey that was bound to take Harry and Hermione away. The two of them grabbed onto the thin bottle that was all set to transport them.
As they waved goodbye, Harry felt the tug of magic take hold of his navel. Then, the world spun around him as he and Hermione were whisked away to their private retreat.
They landed within a quiet room atop a grand citadel somewhere in the Mediterranean. It was the type of place that one would only vacation to once in a decade unless they had the money to finance such a retreat regularly. The beautiful sandy shores glimmered beneath their terrace, and the gentle waves of the sea presented a gorgeous melody for them to listen to.
“I love you so much,” Hermione murmured as she rested her head against his chest.
“I think we’ve both said that too much to each other today,” Harry chuckled.
Suddenly, Hermione pulled back with a fire evident in her eyes. Her wand appeared in her hands, and all of their clothes disappeared in an instant. The sight of Hermione’s bare body drew Harry speechless as it always did, but it was extra special tonight. She was his wife now, and that brought a new intensity to his gaze as he stared at the swells of her breasts, her gorgeous thighs, and her hairless slit.
Before Harry could get the jump on Hermione though, she dropped to her knees in front of his lengthy shaft. Her soft, supple lips started peppering kisses along his length as her tongue danced out and helped to lubricate him. By the time her nose was nuzzled against his crotch, Harry’s cock was already throbbing with need.
However, Hermione seemed keen on taking her time with this as it was their first time together as husband and wife. She swapped over to the other side of his cock and repeated her wet kisses along him.
“You’re killing me, Hermione,” Harry moaned softly.
“Then this should send you straight to heaven,” she winked up at him saucily before opening her mouth wide and engulfing the head of his cock with practised ease. Her lips sealed tightly around his shaft and she closed her eyes as she forced her head forward, greedily sucking in every inch Harry had to offer until he was buried in her hot, tight throat.
Harry felt like he was losing his mind as Hermione did her all to worship his cock. She sucked on him unlike any other witch had been able to and left begging for more.
The puddles of drool dripping out of the corners of Hermione’s cheeks left Harry groaning at the sight. No matter how romantic she was, Hermione always had a way of stirring his more primal nature. Her lips, her tongue, her breasts, her arse, and her tongue all left him gasping with the knowledge that they belonged to him. Hermione never denied his lusts or desires. In fact, she encouraged them. She loved when he got all possessive and fucked her like it was needed to save the world, and that turned Harry on more than could be imagined.
“I love you,” Harry said as he grasped Hermione’s head gently.
She suckled upon his cock for a moment before very slowly pulling her head back, letting her lips linger upon his shaft as though she were teasing him.
Finally, she released the head of his cock with a smile.
“I love you too,” she replied earnestly. “And I can’t wait to start a family with you.”
Such words made Harry want to shove his cock right into her pussy and cum instantly. He’d always desired to have a family one day, and the imagination that he could have one right now with Hermione was almost too much to bear. He wanted her to feel as good as he did when he imagined their future together, but he didn’t know if he could physically do enough to capture that ultimate sensation.
Regardless, his own intentions were taken out of the picture when Hermione went back to sucking his cock. Her body was practically trembling with need as she slurped along his shaft. Thick stands of saliva dripped out past her lips and ran down his cock, making a beautiful mess.
As the minutes passed, Harry could only stare down in awe as Hermione worshipped his cock. She switched up between shallow movements while stroking his shaft with one of her hands to deepthroating him with ease. It was all so intensely erotic and unbelievably pleasurable.
But Harry didn’t want to cum yet.
“Stop,” he reluctantly told her.
Hermione pulled back, leaving his cock with one last kiss before she stood up.
“Was it too good?” She joked.
“Yes,” Harry chuckled. “And I think it’s time I return the favour.”
Hermione’s eyes flared with lust as he pushed her back onto the bed. He stretched open her thighs as he knelt down at the edge of the bed and put his face right up against her dripping wet pussy. His tongue teased its way around her labia, licking up the little bit of juice that’d slid down her skin.
“Please, Harry,” Hermione whined. “I can’t take any teasing tonight.”
Harry chuckled and gripped Hermione’s thighs firmly. “Are you asking me to give it my all?”
Hermione knew exactly what he was implying, and she nodded her head. “Yes. I want it all tonight.”
There was a good reason that Harry never gave his all whenever he went down on Hermione, let alone any other witch. Back when they first started dating, he’d had a curious thought when he was going down on her and decided to try out using parseltongue to manipulate his tongue in such a way as to make it vibrate against Hermione’s clit.
The results had been nothing short of incredible. Hermione came in an instant, and her body had shook so much that Harry had worried that he’d hurt her. Afterwards, she’d tried to explain to him just how intense her pleasure had been, but words simply couldn’t do it justice. What they could do was explain just how sensitive she’d been afterwards. Hermione could barely stand to have her clit touched for the next couple of hours. Any pleasure turned into pain, and even indirect contact around her clit proved to be too much for her. She’d been fine the day after, but they’d put off using parseltongue for some time because of it.
Eventually, Harry learned that he had to find a fine line when using parseltongue. He used it sparingly on special occasions to bring Hermione close to the point of orgasm without going over it unless she specifically asked him to. It made vaginal sex so much more stimulating for her when he succeeded at that. However, it was easily prone to going wrong, as it ratcheted up Hermione’s pleasure so much that she could cum before Harry even realised it was happening.
Tonight, that wasn’t going to happen.
Harry brought his tongue right up to her clit and began swirling it gently around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Gradually, as Hermione started to moan, he moved in closer for more direct contact. His touch was still gentle, but he was steadily picking up the pace as he moved his tongue back and forth.
With his hands on her thighs, Harry could pick up on Hermione’s accelerating pulse, and he could visually see the rise and fall of her chest. He loved watching her slowly come undone beneath him.
He eased up a touch, and the second he felt her body relax, that was when he struck.
“Now,” he hissed in parseltongue.
The vibrations that ran through his tongue made it strike Hermione’s clit dozens of times in a couple of seconds.
“Fuck!” Hermione screamed as she grabbed his head.
Even though he’d stopped the vibrations almost immediately, Hermione’s body was still processing them. She was twitching and mewling out the sweetest moan he’d ever heard, and it turned Harry on so badly.
“I need you inside of me right now,” Hermione told him breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
Harry was ready. He leapt up and crawled on top of Hermione. Her trembling hands grasped his saliva-covered shaft and angled it perfectly to her wet slit. Then, all Harry had to do was push forward.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” Harry groaned as he sank inside of her tight depths. The intense heat of her walls made him go all dizzy as he filled her up completely.
As Harry started to thrust back and forth inside of her, Hermione’s curvaceous body began to jiggle upon the bed. But as beautiful as the sight was, there was nothing more Harry wanted in that moment than to kiss his wife.
Hermione embraced him with a passionate kiss as he leaned in to meet her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and helped to pull him into her pussy with each thrust he made. Harry found his chest squishing down against Hermione’s perfect breasts as they hungrily kissed one another, letting their tongues battle back and forth like a game.
Harry did everything in his power to ram Hermione into the bed as he plowed into her. The sex they were having right now reminded him of when they’d first started dating and been insatiable. They’d spent countless nights in each others beds fucking like there was no tomorrow; it’d even gone so far that he’d made Hermione late to a few classes. The sheer passion and lust that filled them both showed no signs of stopping.
Hermione’s moans slipped into Harry’s mouth. He refused to break the kiss for even a second as he fucked her with everything he had. She felt too damn good wrapped around his cock and pressed against his lips. He only wished that he had more hands to grasp every bit of her luscious body.
The slick sounds of Harry’s cock sliding in and out of Tracey’s pussy filled the air alongside his hips crashing against her thighs. It was almost as beautiful as the sounds of Hermione’s cries of pleasure when she finally broke away from the kiss. She was clearly breathless from their intense lovemaking and couldn’t maintain the kiss any longer. Harry stared down into her beautiful eyes and watched as a flurry of emotions flooded through her body.
“I love you,” Hermione gasped, clutching at his back with her hands.
“I love you too,” Harry replied with all of his heart. There was no one else in the world who could compare to his Hermione.
Hermione squealed loudly in delight as she came undone beneath him. Her orgasm made her pussy clench around Harry’s cock. The pulsing waves of her body around him pushed Harry over the edge, and he felt himself finally let go. He rutted against her as he spewed his thick cum deep inside of her pussy. The steady stream of cum filled her right up to the brim, but Harry refused to pull his cock out of her so soon; he was still relishing in the sensation of her cumming around him.
“This is too fucking good,” Harry groaned as he leaned down to kiss Hermione again.
“It’s a good thing I have you all to myself for the next couple of weeks then,” Hermione giggled. “We’re going to wear this mattress out.”
“We can afford to buy a new one,” Harry replied. “It’ll be worth it.”
Hermione shook her head with a beautiful smile on her lips. “It will indeed.”
“I’m so glad that you’re my wife,” Harry murmured as he kissed Hermione again.
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“Do you think there’s any way we can convince Hermione and Harry to extend their honeymoon?” Astoria moaned loudly as she clutched Luna’s head between her thighs. The blond witch was licking away happily at Astoria’s clit and fingering her pussy with practised ease.
“Probably,” Draco groaned as he slammed forward into Luna’s tight pussy. He was on his knees behind her and thrusting away wildly. He’d already cum inside of Luna twice this evening, and their combined fluids were dripping out of Luna’s pussy and down onto the satin bedsheets. “We can have Gringotts add some money to their accounts.”
Astoria came undone upon Luna’s tongue. Her words turned into nothing more than gibberish gibbles as she thrashed about. Nonetheless, Draco kept pounding into Luna’s pussy. It spoke to her practice and talents that she managed to keep licking Astoria even under such strong thrusts.
“Fuck,” Draco groaned, smacking Luna’s arse. The blond-haired witch squealed into Astoria’s pussy and kept up her ministrations until the moment that Astoria finally sagged back onto the bed and unleashed a wonderful sigh of ecstasy.
“That was incredible,” Astoria moaned as she finally sat up. She shifted around Luna, who’d chosen to bury her face in the sheets as Draco made a mess of her pussy.
With a passionate kiss, Astoria made her mark upon Draco.
“We need to find a witch to join us permanently,” Astoria insisted. “Luna has been spoiling us, I fear.”
“I’ve heard good things about the Patil twins,” Draco commented, not stopping his thrusts into Luna’s sodden-wet pussy for an instant. The loud sounds of his hips clapping against her arse rang out loudly. “Or Megan Jones, Sue Li, or Katie Bell.”
“If any of them can eat pussy as well as Luna can, they’ll be a welcomed addition,” Astoria proclaimed as she kissed Draco soundly again.
Yes, Draco thought to himself. Any of them would be wonderful, and he was already imagining the trials that each of them would have to go through to prove themselves. Astoria wasn’t easily won over by anyone. It would be an incredible task to prove oneself to be superior to what Luna could provide.
Perhaps he needed to ask Harry about his opinion. After all, the man had shagged quite a few witches.
But that problem could wait until Harry and Hermione were back from their honeymoon. Until then, he’d relish in the sensation of Luna’s pussy wrapped around his cock and the beautiful cries of Astoria as she was eaten out by said witch.
Sharing truly was the most wonderful experience in the world.
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Alessio albanesi
Great one! I have to say I was hoping for a last-minute fuck by Dudley or Vernon with Hermione already wearing the wedding dress , but still !!!
