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Chapter 2 - Resolving Relationships

Padma was brushing out Luna's hair. The Sinhalese beauty often said it was so fine, soft and silky compared to her own thick, black tresses, that she loved playing with it.

Luna looked puzzled, "Padma, I thought you were Ronald's date for the Yule Ball two years ago."

"I was, but at the last minute Parvati wanted to switch, so we did. We both thought that Ron would like Parvati's more, ah, bohemian nature and Harry would be better paired with a less vapid date. Problem was, he was distracted the whole evening and the ball was crowded and noisy - I could tell Harry was uncomfortable in all the noise and confusion. Worst of all, Ron turned out to be a bloody great prat."

Padma's brush strokes became more aggressive.

"He ruined the evening for all of us;" stroke, "Parvati," stoke, "me," stroke, "Hermione and Harry,"stroke, "and I had been hoping," stroke, "to get really" stroke,"close to him," stroke, "that night too." Stroke, stroke, "Bloody Prat!"

As she repeated the word "prat" she pulled a bit too enthusiastically on the brush.

"Ow!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Luna! I shouldn't be playing in your hair when I'm angry."

"I'm okay, Padma. I know you didn't mean it."

"You had a good time tonight, then?"

"Oh yes, all three of us did."

"Soooooo, do you think you and Hermione might be willing to share?" Padma asked, hopefully.

Luna took on that unfocused look that Padma had come to understand all too well.

"Right away? I'd have to say no."

Padma's crestfallen expression was too predictable, as was her reaction when Luna added, "However, stay friends with Hermione and Harry and me. Two years down the road, who knows?"

Luna smiled at Padma's hopeful reflection in the dressing table mirror, "If you're willing to be patient, there's a very good chance."

"Yes!"

The following day was the last before the Yule Break; in fact it fell on the Solstice Eve. The sixth year Gryffindors had Charms and Herbology, the fifth year Ravenclaws went to Transfiguration and Potions. As the classes were winding down for the break the professors traditionally allowed students to make 'best use' of their own time, Harry, Hermione and Luna wheedled library passes from all their professors.

It was half past eight AM when the trio met at the main library door.

Luna stopped them before they all went in, "Harry, if someone is already using the Room of Requirement, does it lock others out, or does it create a whole new room, just for the newcomers?"

"That's a good question, Luna. Why do you ask?"

"Yesterday morning I was on the seventh floor and I saw a first year Slytherin girl loitering about that tapestry, you know, the one of Barnabas the Balmy?"

Harry nodded.

"I must have startled her because she shrieked and cried that I'd scared her. She seemed really frightened but calmed down when she saw I wasn't going to hurt her. I showed her the quickest route back to the Slytherin dorms and told her she shouldn't be wandering alone, poor lost little thing."

"Anyway, I paced in front of the spot where the door should be, like we did last year for the DA, and nothing happened."

Harry asked, "You want to check it out?"

Both girls agreed.

When they all arrived in front of the tapestry, there was no one else in the corridor, Luna paced and said, "We need a place to continue our therapy, we need a place to continue. . ." and so on until the ornate door appeared.

They entered a very comfortable, carpeted sitting room with two loungers and one enormous sectional chaise that could easily accommodate the three of them. A cheery fireplace roared its warm welcome to the room and cast a flickering light on the excellent tea set out on a sideboard.

Hanging their robes on pegs near the door, they loosened their school ties. The thick carpet enticed them to kick off their shoes and socks, so they did, enjoying the sensuous, soft weave between bare toes.

"Oh, this is much nicer than the transfigured classroom." Luna said.

"Tea?" Harry asked.

"Two sugars, no milk." Luna requested.

"You know how I like mine, Harry." Hermione said with a smile.

They sat at a small table and enjoyed small talk.

Luna said, "We'll be leaving tomorrow, and won't be back until the first week of the New Year."

Hermione set her teacup on the table,"What do you suggest, Luna?"

"We should have one more session before lunch, after which, we should spend the rest of the day exploring."

Harry looked confused, "Exploring what?"

Luna shared a look with Hermione, expressive and eloquent, that begged the question, are all boys this thick or are we just lucky enough to be able to get one young enough to train up right and proper?

Hermione smiled and said, "Trust me; you'll like it, Harry."

He shrugged, but smiled inwardly. Of course he knew what 'exploring' meant, his libidinous inner-child was jumping up and down saying "Yes, yes, YES!"
Luna reclined in one of the loungers as Harry and Hermione kicked off their shoes to fall into the enormous chaise together.

"Won't you join us, Luna?" Harry suggested.

"Later perhaps, for now we need to concentrate, and that would be hard to do while making love to you."

Luna was amazed that Harry had enough blood to blush, as the tent forming in his trousers indicated most of his circulation had gone south.

Time for that later, Luna thought.

She began the morning's session by saying,"Harry, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but, we have to marginalize Ronald."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, quick to defend his friend.

"Ronald is a boorish, gluttonous, insensitive git who only thinks of himself. He refuses to consider other people's feelings."

Harry reluctantly agreed, but added, "He has his moments, b'sides, he's brilliant at chess."

Luna sighed, "Ronald stopped playing chess with me when I was seven years old."

"Why?"

"Because he has never beaten me at it, Harry."

"Funny, he's never mentioned that to me."Harry said.

"Nor me." Hermione added.

"It's not something he would talk about. You should know that being good at chess doesn't make you a brilliant leader or strategist. Chess pieces have fixed rules and limitations - real battle strategies are infinitely more complex than any chess game, and in actual battle the rules can change from one second to the next."

Harry wouldn't give up easily, "He was my first friend, after Hagrid."

"Harry, what was the first thing Ronald said after you introduced yourself?" Luna asked.

"Let me see, he said his name, 'Ron Weasley' and I said, Harry, Harry Potter and he said, 'are you really' and then he asked to . . . see . . . my . . . scar. Damn it!"

"You see Harry; all Ronald has ever wanted to do was to get in good with the 'Boy Who Lived'."

"He ate all but one of my chocolate frogs, too. I'm a Gryffindor because of him." Harry groused.

"I'm in Gryffindor because of you, Harry. I wanted to be in the same house as you and I told the Sorting Hat that. The Hat said he'd never seen a Potter sorted anywhere but Gryffindor. The Hat told me that I would do well in Ravenclaw."

Luna interrupted their rant, "It's okay you two, the Hat will not put anyone in a house for which they are not suited, you're in Gryffindor because you are both honorable and brave. Besides, Hermione, it wouldn't matter what house you were in - you are completely shattering the grade curve for your year, across all four houses."

Luna regarded Harry with her intuitive eyes.

"Harry, why are you not doing better in class?"

"What? I'm doing okay. The only OWLs Ididn't get were in History of Magic and Divination."

"Yes, but you could be earning outstanding grades in all your classes. Furthermore, you should be taking Runes and Aritmancy. Why aren't you?"

"Aritmancy and Runes seemed too hard and my other grades are less than stellar because I tend to put things off until the last minute." He said, embarrassed.

"We can both benefit from Hermione's work ethic. She manages to have fun, but she finishes her work first, unlike acertain Weasley I could mention." Luna pointed out.

"I can't just walk away from Ron's friendship. Sure he can be a prat, but he had my back at the Department of Mysteries last summer."

Luna smiled, reminiscing, "Oh, yes, and why, exactly, did he think 'accio brains' was such a good idea?"

Hermione interjected, "Ronald will still be our friend, but he won't be our best friend anymore. I-I'm sorry, Harry, but we just can't afford him anymore. Whether consciously or not, all he does is to try to bring us down to his level."

"I'm supposed to be spending the Yule break at the Burrow." He said, obviously not as keen on the idea as he had been. "I guess I can beg off and stay at Hogwarts again this year."

"You could stay with me." Both girls said simultaneously, then laughed.

"Hermione, don't you and your parents usually go to France for Christmas?" Harry asked.

She nodded.

"Then you should go. Spend time with your mum and dad. Maybe we could meet at the Burrow for Boxing day?"

Hermione brightened up, "I could take the international floo from Nantes, spend the morning at the Burrow, then pop back to my Gran-mere's."

"Could you get away, both of you, Imean?" Hermione asked.

Luna ticked off a mental list, "We'll let the Weasleys know that you'll be at our home in Ottery St. Catchpole for the holiday, and that we'll join them at the Burrow on Christmas day. Meanwhile, Harry, you can stay with me until then, Daddy won't mind, we have lots of room. Then, on Boxing Day, we'll all take the international to Nantes to visit Hermione's family. After that, the lot of us can come back to Hogwarts to work on our upcoming assignments."

Harry's expression was one of befuddled amusement, "Have I told you that I find smart, capable girls very attractive?"

Hermione kissed his cheek and smiled apredatory smile, "Then you're doomed, Mister Potter, because both Luna and Iare scary brilliant."

Luna smiled as she watched them kiss and cuddle on the chaise. She cleared her throat, softly, and said, "We're not quite done with the session yet."

The two teens blushed but continued to snuggle.

"Will they go for it?" Harry asked, "The families I mean."

Luna's face took on the dreamy expression that Harry and Hermione now understood. She was calculating mathemagical probabilities.

Luna smiled, "Oh yes, they will."

"Now, to business. Training. Harry, what kind of training has Professor Dumbledore been giving you?"

Harry described Tom Riddle's life at the orphanage, and his early post-Hogwarts career with Borgin and Burkes, Slytherin's Locket and the Hufflepuff Cup.

When he'd finished both girls looked aghast.

"That's it?" Hermione asked, "No dueling practice, no protective or offensive spell-casting?"

"Um, no. Why?"

"Oh, Harry," Luna said, shaking her head, "don't you see?"

It was Harry's turn to shake his head.

Luna sat up and walked over to the couch to cuddle up against the side not already claimed by Hermione, "Harry, Dumbledore doesn't expect you to survive your confrontation with Voldemort. He's not training you to defeat Riddle. He's preparing you as a sacrifice to the greater good."

They lay, side by side, in companionable silence as the ramifications seemed to overwhelm them.

Finally, an obviously perturbed Hermione huffed, "That simply will not do, Mister Potter."

Luna agreed, "No, it won't. I have at least two children in my future that will need their Daddy."

Hermione drew his face to hers and said, huskily, "What she said!" Then kissed him. Hard.

They finally broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

"I think we should still be able to breathe through our noses when we snog, don't you?" Luna suggested, "I admit, Idon't have a lot of experience."

Harry turned to her and said, "Let's practice."

And they did.

While Harry and Luna kissed, Hermione's hands wandered over Harry's chest, then down his stomach, stopping just short of his trousers.

Not knowing whose hands were caressing him, he ran his hands over Luna's breasts, feeling their taut pliability through the fabric of her blouse and bra.

When they broke the kiss Harry groaned,"Oh yes, breathing while snogging is good.

He turned to face Hermione, who had unbuttoned his shirt and was stroking his torso.

"C'mere, you!" she said and devoured his mouth with her own. The tip of her tongue touched Harry's lips, begging entry, which he gladly allowed. He'd heard locker-room talk about 'French kissing'and was keen to give it a try. As he tongue-wrestled Hermione, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and pulled Harry's hand inside to cup her breast.

Luna thought, what a good idea, and mirrored Hermione's actions, directing Harry's other hand to her breasts. Then she upped the ante - and her bra - by pulling it up to bare her small, perky mounds.

Both witches slid a leg over each of Harry's thighs and the warmth along with the pressure and bare skin and tongue-touching stimulations pushed Harry over the edge and, with a groan, he came inside his pants.

"I-I'm sorry," he gasped, "it's just that, no one has ever touched me like this before."

Hermione smiled, "No need to apologize, it's a compliment, really."

Luna stroked his chin and added, "It just means you find one, or both of us, very sexy."

He pulled them into a three-way hug,"That would be both of you, I-I think I love you!"

Two heads popped up, and said, simultaneously, "Really?"

He nodded, "I don't want to imagine alife that doesn't revolve around you. Best I can tell, that means I love you."

Hermione touched her forehead to his, "Oh God, Harry, do you have any idea how long I've waited for you to say that?"

"Um, since the troll?" he guessed.

"Before that." She said. "Ever since Ifirst saw you on the Hogwarts Express - you looked so small, so unlike anything I'd read about you. I decided right then and there that I was going to get to know the real Harry Potter."

Luna nuzzled his shoulder, "And I've loved you, Harry, from the day you first invited me to join Dumbledore's Army - you saw past the superficial and took a chance on the real Luna within."

Harry seemed to digest what each of the girls had said, then smiled, "Hermione Jane Granger, let's make this official. Ilove you. Will you please be my witch?"

Luna's heart leapt, Harry has been studying the Guide to Magical Rituals of Romantic Relationships. Or, as the upper forms called them, the Three Rs.

Hermione smiled, kissed him fiercely and snuggled down on his chest and said, "Of course."

"Luna, um, do you have a middle name?" Harry asked.

"Makes." She sniggered.

Harry thought about that for a moment and asked, "Really?"

"No, silly, my middle name is Selene."

"Oh! Good one, by the way."

"Thank you."

"Luna Selene Lovegood, I love you. Will you consent to be my witch, along with Hermione?"

Luna kissed him tenderly and said, "With all my heart, Harry."

She then took Hermione's hand in her own and said, "Hermione Jane Granger, we see the world through different eyes. You see things as they are, I see infinite possibilities - but when we agree on something, only a fool would ignore us. Will you consent to be my sister from another mother?"

Hermione squeezed her hand and said,"I'd be honored, and will you be mine as well?"

Lune brought Hermione's hand to her lips, kissed the knuckles and answered, "In perfect love, and perfect trust, sister dear. So mote it be."

There was no magical signature, no light show, bells or whistles, no sharing of consciousness, but the three young mages bonded at that moment with a depth of commitment that made mere marriage vows pale by comparison.

They became, in fact, the new 'Golden Trio'.

"Now comes the exploring part."Hermione said as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the peach colored bra beneath.

Luna 'squeeed', saying, "This is going to be my best birthday ever!"

"Luna! You should have said something; we could have had a proper party!" Hermione said.

Luna pulled her blouse and bra over her head in one fluid motion, somehow managing to keep her wand firmly fixed behind her left ear, and smiled, "Oh we're going to have a party, Hermione. However, it's going to be anything but proper!"

Harry swallowed, hard. He looked at Luna's pale blue eyes.

"It's okay to look at my breasts Harry. I want you to."

He looked at her tiny fleshy cones with their pink, puffy caps and crinkled, pointed nipples and moaned, "Beautiful."

"Sit up, Harry." Hermione urged.

He did and both girls helped him out of his shirt and undervest.

"Harry," Hermione said, pointing to her bra, "I want you to take this off."

He nodded and snaked a hand around the back looking for a catch. When he didn't find one she said, "Front hook, Harry."

"You'll have to excuse me, love, it's my first bra."

All three laughed and Hermione guided his hands to the front fastener.

In a trice the clasp was undone and Hermione's beautifully rounded breasts stood proud and firm, her tan areola topped by eraser sized, erect nipples.

Harry looked back and forth between his two witches.

"They're so different, and yet, the only word I can use to describe them is perfect!"

They fell back into the soft cushions of the chaise and reveled in skin-on-skin contact.

Harry moaned, "It doesn't get any better than this!"

To which both witches replied, "Wanna bet?"

Half an hour later the trio, lips slightly snog-swollen, lay back on the soft cushions and sighed.

Hermione nuzzled his shoulder and asked,"Tea interval?"

"I'm thinking a light lunch, a short nap and then more explorations."

"Why don't we just spend the whole holiday here?" Harry asked, looking about the room.

"Because Yuletide is a time for family and we need ours to meet you." Luna said.

Harry looked nervous, "What if they don't like me? I mean, I know I'm not half good enough for either one of you, let alone both - ow!"

Harry rubbed the back of his head where both witches had smacked him.

"They will love you because we love you. That's what it means to be family." Luna said, sagely.

Hermione smiled, "Told you, scary brilliant."

After lunch they composed letters to the Weasley family, Granger family both in and out of Britain, and to Xenophilius Lovegood.

Harry sighed and said, "I suppose we'll need to get dressed before we leave."

Luna smirked, "Why?"

"Um, because we can't walk around Hogwarts topless?"

She smiled and handed over the school robes. Donning hers she fastened the frogs in such a way that you couldn't tell she was bare breasted beneath.

"Oh that is so naughty!" Hermione enthused, and donned her own robe in like fashion.

Harry smirked and said, "Works for me." Then put on his robe.

"We should probably wear our shoes, though." He suggested.

Luna felt free and empowered as she walked the halls hand in hand with her wizard. Knowing she was two fasteners away from flashing him whenever she wanted.

The owlery was a short walk from the entrance to the Main Hall, and the trio began to reconsider the wisdom of only having one layer of cloth between their bare skin and the December chill, until Hermione tapped each of their cloaks and intoned, "Pro tepidus."

The warming spell worked like a charm.

Walking back from the owlery they spotted three people leaving the great hall, heading up the stair.

Luna said, "Quick Harry, your cloak."

Harry pulled the shimmering invisibility cloak from his inside robe pocket and flung it over himself and his witches. They had to scrunch together tightly, but somehow, they were okay with that.

To their amazement it was Malfoy, in the company of two tiny firsties.

No one bothered to ask what Draco Malfoy wanted with two underage girls.

No one had to say, "Let's follow them."

That was a given, if for no other reason than to protect the virtue of two innocent eleven-year-old girls.