A part of Harry was dreading getting up for the day. Emma, Pandora, Narcissa, Anastasia, and now Tonks were all bound to be looking at him with hunger in their eyes, and he still didn't know what he was going to do with Hermione. Sure, they'd mended things between them, but he wanted more than that. He'd gladly give everyone else up if it meant that she could be his girlfriend, but despite Emma's assurances, he didn't truly know if she felt the same.
He couldn't go on like this. He needed to confront her directly and figure things out before his romantic life got even more messy.
Harry quickly showered and got dressed in his black swim trunks and a simple blue t-shirt. He left his wand behind on his bedside table and stuffed all of his dirty clothes into the corner of the room, promising to himself that he'd deal with them later.
The sun felt incredible on Harry's skin as he stepped outside. It was coupled with a warm ocean breeze that filled his nostrils with the scent of salt. He swore that this place had a rejuvenating quality to it, and it helped put him in the right mood to go talk to Hermione.
He crossed the wooden walkway to Hermione's villa, which sat directly opposite his.
"Hermione?" He called out as he knocked on her door. "Are you in there?"
There was no response.
Harry tried knocking again, but that was when he heard laughter carrying across the water. He poked his head around the side of the villa and saw that a bunch of people were on the beach a short ways down the shoreline. Emma, Pandora, Luna, and Hermione were all lounging by the water in bikinis, basking in the warm sunlight.
He hurried along the crisscrossing wooden platforms past the other villas to reach the shoreline, and then he slowed to a more steady pace as he walked towards the group.
Hundreds of thoughts rushed through Harry's head as to what he needed to do and say to win Hermione over. He could end things with Emma and everyone else and dedicate himself completely to her. He still dreamed of the kiss they'd accidentally shared back at Luna's house, and he wanted nothing more than to spend his days kissing her over and over again.
Hermione was his best friend, and she deserved nothing but the best from him. He was willing to do anything he needed to to prove it to her.
As Harry grew closer to the group, he realised that they'd all turned to look at him. Pandora and Emma were both lying down on pale beach towels atop the white sand. They looked like they were wearing matching white, bandeau bikini tops and high-cut bottoms, but upon closer inspection, Harry realised that the cuts and designs were slightly different.
Next to them, Luna was in a pale yellow halter bikini top that lifted her small breasts up and helped them stand out thanks to the oval-cut neckline revealing quite a bit of cleavage. Her bottoms were a more conservative cut that covered most of her arse.
But Harry's eyes glazed past all of them when he spotted Hermione bending over to set her book down on the ground. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he saw that she was wearing an emerald green thong that had half of the material hidden in between her arsecheeks. Before he could ogle her for too long though, Hermione stood back up and turned to face him, and Harry had to bite his tongue to stop himself from groaning at the sight of the two pieces of triangular fabric covering her perky breasts. They were only held up thanks to one string tied around the back of her neck and another around her back.
Even though they'd vacationed together before and he'd seen Hermione in a few different bikinis, there was something different about her now. Maybe it was because this was a bolder look than she'd ever worn before, or maybe it was simply due to the fact that Harry was finally ready to lay his heart on the line and try to start something real with her, but just looking at her made Harry's heart pound in his chest.
He forced himself to look away from her, because if he didn't, he knew his gaze would have lingered for far longer than would have been appropriate.
"Morning," Harry greeted everyone with a smile as he came to a stop near them.
"Morning, Harry," Emma smiled brilliantly at him.
"Sirius begged your mum and Remus and Tonks to go with him to scope out the nearby islands," Pandora explained to Harry. "He seems determined to find all of the best bars and clubs so that he can head out there later tonight and find some company."
Harry snorted. That sounded like something Sirius would do.
"So, we decided to soak up the sun while we could," Emma finished.
Harry cocked his head to the side. "Is there a reason you won't be able to later?"
"There's going to be a storm," Luna replied confidently.
"She's right," Pandora nodded. "We woke up early to scope out the island's wildlife with Goldy's help, and we found a group of Clabberts—these mottled-green coloured animals that are a cross between frogs and monkeys—moving dead branches up into their trees for shelter. They do that whenever a storm's going to roll in."
"Goldy said it might not hit the island for a few days," Luna added.
Hopefully it wouldn't ruin any of their plans. This vacation was meant to be a fun getaway for everyone, and he'd hate to see them have to spend too much of it cooped up inside of their villas, regardless of how nice they were.
"Well, what are you all up to in the meantime?" Harry asked. "More plans to explore the island?"
"Later this evening," Pandora nodded. "But for now, we're just relaxing."
This was perfect! Harry's eyes glanced over at Hermione, and she looked back at him with an encouraging smile.
"Hermione, do you want to go on a walk—?" Harry's words were interrupted as Luna, with a mischievous smile on her lips, twirled her wand and sent a wave of water to wash over Hermione.
The cool water made Hermione jump and squeal in surprise, and she instantly rounded on Luna, who took off at a run down the beach.
"Get back here, Lovegood!" Hermione shouted as Luna laughed and continued to run. Eventually, Hermione managed to catch up to Luna and grab her, and the two of them fell into the water.
Pandora sighed and shook her head. "Luna's never been one to pick up on social cues very well. I'm sorry, Harry."
Harry grimaced. "It's fine."
"Why don't you go and take a walk around for a few minutes," Emma suggested. "We can try to separate the two of them and give you a moment to talk to Hermione alone."
Harry couldn't express how grateful he was that Emma was handling this entire situation so maturely. They both knew that nothing serious was ever going to happen between the two of them, but that didn't mean that it was always easy to handle their emotions around these situations. Still, she was willing to put whatever feelings she had aside and help him with Hermione, and Harry was tremendously grateful for that.
"Thanks, Emma," Harry smiled brightly at her.
"Don't mention it," she waved him off. "Now go on and clear your mind for a bit."
That sounded just like what he needed. All of his nerves had him on edge, and a nice, peaceful walk would do him wonders for that.
So, Harry started meandering towards the trail that ran along the coast of the island. Rather than take the path he and everyone else had walked down on their way to the villas, he decided to take the pathway that led to the other side of the island where Narcissa and Anastasia and their families were. He wasn't exactly planning to walk all the way over there, but he was curious as to where the path led.
He followed it a short distance along the coast before it veered into the treeline. Thick bushes and clusters of trees sat on either side of the trail, providing a nice amount of shade from the warm sun. It was nice and peaceful here with the quiet sounds of insects buzzing and animals chirping.
He made it a decent way down the trail when he heard a branch snap on his left. He instinctively turned his head and tried to search through the treeline to see what had made that sound, but the foliage was so thick that it was difficult to see much.
Suddenly, two sets of hands wrapped around Harry's waist and pulled him backwards. Harry yelped in surprise and scrambled with his feet as he was pulled through the underbrush by a cluster of trees, trying to pull away from whoever had grabbed him.
"Relax," Narcissa whispered in his ear. "It's just us."
The hands released him, and Harry spun around to see Narcissa and Anastasia with amused smiles on their lips. They were both wearing similar outfits as yesterday: bikinis with wraps draped around their waists.
"What the hell was that about?" Harry whispered back to them before he glanced over his shoulder. The thick canopy overhead and the trees and foliage around them mostly obscured them from sight from the trail that ran around the island. Harry could still see parts of the trail, but he knew that it would be quite difficult for anyone to see him from out there.
"We just wanted to talk to you," Narcissa assured him.
"Talk?" Anastasia repeated as she put her hand on her hip. "I thought we were going to fuck him?"
Narcissa groaned in annoyance. "Yes, we were, but normally you talk to someone first before you get in their pants."
Harry sighed at the two of them. "I'm sorry to say but I'm going to be off of the market for a bit until I figure some things out."
"What?!" Anastasia exclaimed with a pout. "But you can't!"
"Keep your voice down," Narcissa shushed Anastasia before she turned back to Harry. "And why would that be?"
Harry avoided meeting her gaze entirely. "I'm just trying to sort some stuff out in my personal life right now, and I really don't want to make things worse."
Narcissa's eyes glinted as she gave him a knowing look. "It's about that girl, Hermione, right? The one who looked like she wanted to drive a knife in my back when I hugged you the other day."
"Leave her out of this," Harry snapped protectively.
Narcissa raised her hands in surrender. "I'm not going to do anything untoward to her; I was just curious."
Reluctantly, Harry gave her a slight nod. "Yes, it's about her. I…"
"You like her and you don't want to go around shagging other witches until you find out if she wants to shag you instead, right?" Narcissa giggled.
Well, Harry wouldn't put it quite so crassly, but…
"Look, I really like her. I'd love to start a relationship with her and figure things out from there, but if that doesn't happen, then I'm open to continuing things as they currently are," Harry tried to explain.
"That makes sense," Narcissa nodded understandingly. "But why are you out here instead of talking to her?"
Harry shook his head. "Luna was just being Luna and interrupted me before I could ask her to come talk. I'm just taking a walk to try and clear my head before I head back and see if she's free to talk with me about everything."
"So, you've got some time alone right now?" Narcissa grinned.
Suddenly, she walked around him and hugged him from behind again. Even though Narcissa still had her bikini top on, Harry could feel her nipples poking into his back. Her breasts were squished up against him in a way that made him want to lean back into her embrace. Her head rested on his shoulder as her hands went to his crotch.
"We've been dreaming about what we could do with you on this trip," Narcissa's warm voice misted over his ear, sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine.
"I told you that I'm not going to shag either of you," Harry said, pushing her hands away from him.
"Then don't shag us," Narcissa countered softly. "Let me take care of you. There's no way that you can be thinking straight with all of your blood rushing to between your legs. You said it yourself that you need to clear your head."
Anastasia undid her wrap from around her waist and set it on the ground before sitting on it. Her legs were spread wide open, and Harry could see a hint of her labia around the edge of her bikini bottoms. She was eyeing him up mischievously as her hands worked up to her breasts. She squeezed them through her bikini top in a way that made Harry wish she was using his hands for that instead.
"Why don't you let us get you off, and then you can go and find Hermione with a clear mind," Narcissa continued to whisper to him. She was rubbing herself up and down his back slowly, and her hands went back to his waistband but didn't cross the threshold into his pants. "All you have to tell us is that you want this."
Merlin knew he did. Having Tonks offer herself to him last night and then seeing Hermione and everyone else in their bikinis earlier had gotten him riled up, and now he had these two beautiful witches telling him that they'd take care of him.
Harry knew that he hadn't yet made any sort of promise to be exclusive with Hermione; hell, they weren't even together yet. He hoped that they would be, but nothing was set in stone.
She was probably off splashing in the water with Luna. Harry could see her in his mind right now: dripping wet with the sunlight radiating off of her skin. She was gorgeous, and thinking about her only made Harry's cock throb more.
He could do this. He could let Narcissa and Anastasia take care of him just this last time and then go talk to Hermione after.
"I want this," Harry told Narcissa with certainty in his voice.
Narcissa grinned and her hands went straight to work. She wasted no time in hiking his swim trunks down and grabbing his hot, hard cock in both of her hands. She looked down at it and spat a thick glob of saliva right onto the head and started to work it in as she stroked his cock.
The sensation was immediately soothing, and Harry let out a long sigh as he finally felt some pleasure. He hadn't even touched himself since the last time he'd had sex, which had been with Anastasia back at Greengrass Manor, so he had been feeling a little bit backed up. Narcissa's hands, while not as good as her pussy, felt heavenly on him.
Anastasia heard Harry's approval too and quickly got to work herself. Her fingers deftly undid the knots holding her bikini top in place, and she let the gentle fabric fall away, exposing her breasts to the air. They were noticeably smaller than Narcissa's, but they were bigger than Emma or Pandora's. Actually, Harry realised that Anastasia's might just be a tiny bit smaller than Hermione's must be.
Suddenly, his mind was filled with a mental image of Hermione topless in front of him. He'd never seen her like that in anything but his dreams, but he could imagine how beautiful she must be.
As he dreamt, Anastasia pushed her bikini bottoms to the side, revealing her pink, dripping wet pussy. She eagerly plunged a couple of fingers into herself, making an incredibly lewd sound.
"Isn't she just the hottest little minx?" Narcissa giggled quietly in his ear. "Our first night here, while Draco and Lucius were off on one of the nearby islands, she came to me in my bed and begged me to go down on her. I did, of course, and she practically cried from the relief I gave her, but both of us knew that it would be nothing compared to what you could do to her with your nice, thick, hard cock."
Harry groaned, and Narcissa pumped his cock faster.
"Remember to be quiet now," she whispered to him again. "We wouldn't want to get caught."
No, they most certainly did not. Not from Draco and Lucius or any of Harry's friends and family either. Emma, Pandora, and Luna probably wouldn't mind watching, and Sirius would just cheer him on, but he didn't want to see anyone's else's reaction.
Especially not Hermione's.
"Just think, once you get everything sorted out with your little girlfriend, you could come back to us and fuck us on the beach," Narcissa murmured seductively. Her hands were pumping his cock faster and faster, both working in tandem along his long shaft.
"Yes, please," Anastasia whimpered. She looked like she was trying to match Narcissa's pace as she fingered herself furiously. She was up to three fingers now, and they were moving in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace. Her other hand was mauling her breasts and pinching her tiny pink nipples roughly.
The idea was sounding more and more wonderful, at least until he heard someone calling out his name.
"Harry? Are you over here?" Hermione's voice rang out.
Harry froze in place, and Narcissa and Anastasia both slowed, but didn't stop, their movements. As one, all of their heads turned and looked back towards the trail.
Briefly, Harry caught a flash of Hermione's brown hair bobbing through the foliage, but it disappeared quickly as she moved past a tree.
"Do you think she'd join us if we invited her?" Narcissa whispered as quietly as she could.
Harry shot her a glare. "Don't you dare."
Hermione's face briefly came into view in the distance, but it disappeared again. They could hear her footsteps starting to fade as she passed by their hiding spot.
Narcissa picked back up the pace stroking Harry's cock as Hermione disappeared. "That was so close," she giggled.
A part of Harry hated the thought of Hermione catching him with another woman again, but another part of him understood the thrill Narcissa was alluding to with her giggle. Almost being caught was exciting.
Anastasia finally released her breasts from her hand and her fingers to rub her clit while she kept fingering herself. The wet sounds of her squelching pussy were only matched by Harry's heavy breathing as Narcissa stroked his cock.
"As much as Anastasia's been begging for your cock again, it's nothing compared to the fire I feel in between my thighs when I look at you," Narcissa cooed softly. "Just reach back and feel how wet I am."
Harry did. He reached around behind Narcissa and let his palm run along her arse before he slipped his hand underneath her wrap. His fingers went right up to her furnace-like pussy. The thin cloth-like material did little to mask how wet she was.
"You can feel inside if you like too," Narcissa told him.
No, he shouldn't. Harry pulled his hand away from her.
"I don't want things to go further than they have," he replied, masking the slight regret he was feeling from his tone. He could imagine himself spinning around and ramming his cock deep into Narcissa's heavenly pussy, but he forced himself to remember that he was just doing this to clear his mind for his talk with Hermione.
"Pity," Narcissa replied casually. "At the very least, promise that we'll be the first ones you visit once you work things out with your little girlfriend."
What was there to work out? If he was with Hermione, he wouldn't be going around fucking anyone else, right?
Or would Hermione be open to something like that?
The thrill of imagining him and Hermione turning Narcissa into their plaything was enough to make Harry buck his hips into Narcissa's hands eagerly. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and picturing Hermione naked with him was rapidly hurrying things along.
"I will," Harry promised Narcissa.
"Good boy," Narcissa cooed again. "Now, why don't you cum all over Anastasia's slutty body? Even if you aren't filling her up with your seed, I'm sure she'd love to have it covering her."
"I would," Anastasia moaned. Her eyes were transfixed on the sight of Harry's cock, and her fingers were working like mad as she pleasured herself.
Narcissa tightened her grip on Harry's cock and pumped his shaft as fast as she could. "Give it to her, Harry. Mark her as yours."
Harry groaned as his cock erupted. A thick spurt of cum shot out of his shaft and splattered right across Anastasia's face. Her tongue darted out and licked up some of it just as her legs began to tremble.
"Oh fuck—" Anastasia's cry of pleasure was cut off as Harry's next spurt of cum shot right into her mouth. She drank it down eagerly and closed her eyes in ecstasy as her body trembled from her orgasm.
Narcissa kept pumping Harry's cock, and his cum rained down on Anastasia's body. Thick spurts landed on her perky breasts while smaller ones dripped down her belly towards her pussy. The last few drops landed in the dirt in between them, but neither of them seemed to care too much about a few spilt drops.
As Harry regained control of his mind, he felt it clear up beautifully. Everything seemed to come into sharp focus around him, and he only felt resolved to have this conversation with Hermione. He wasn't going to hold back a thing; he was going to be direct and tell her that he liked her and that he was ready to do whatever it took to make things work between them. All that he needed from her was a yes.
Narcissa let go of Harry and started licking her hands to eat up the few drops of cum that'd landed on them. She winked at him as she walked over to Anastasia and bent over and swiped up some of Harry's cum off of her breasts. Then, she greedily licked her fingers clean.
"I hope things work out with your friend, Harry," Narcissa told him honestly. "But if they don't, just remember that you've got two women ready and waiting for you at a moment's notice. Or if they do work out, feel free to invite her to join us."
"I will," Harry snorted in amusement.
Anastasia finally recovered from her orgasm, and Narcissa helped her to her feet. As she tied her bikini back up on her body, she looked over to Harry. "Thanks for the show," she told him.
The two groups waved goodbye to one another, and Harry watched as the two women retreated back to their side of the island.
Once they were gone, he gave a big sigh.
"Now to find Hermione and sort things out between us," he murmured to himself.
"You found me," a quiet voice came from behind him.
There, standing in between a couple of trees, was Hermione. Harry froze in place, wondering just how much she'd seen go on.
"We should talk, Harry," Hermione continued, biting her lower lip. "Come to my villa tonight after everyone's gone to bed. We can talk privately then."
He wasn't even able to get a word out before Hermione turned on her heels and disappeared through the trees.