1-Awakening
Harry woke up with a start, not sure where he was. His hand grabbed his wand that he kept under his pillow and he looked wildly around, searching for danger. There didn't seem to be any. All he saw was a large bedroom with red and gold decorations and the rays of the rising sun peeping between the curtains. He could dimly remember being given that room to use for "being a hero." As if he had any choice about it!
Yet he didn't calm completely. Something was still pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. His eyes darted down, taking into view some dark red hair obscuring the face of what was clearly a young woman, judging by the breasts that were pressed to his abdomen. As the realization hit him, his body started responding to the proximity of the naked girl.
Said girl was also stirring awake. When she moved her head, Harry recognized Susan's face. She smiled at him, making him smile back at her. Her smile was like some cool water on a hot day, making Harry relax, except for a certain part of him that seemed to get really excited.
"Good morning, stud," she whispered at him. "I can see that you're eager to continue with our previous activity." Her smile turned teasing. Harry was sure he knew what kind of activity she had in mind, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember anything about it. He didn't need to. Susan turned around and straddled him, resuming the very pleasurable activity they had probably engaged in before falling asleep.
It was much later when they finally relaxed. Harry's mind started rolling, trying to remember what had happened the previous night, to no avail. He also found out that he couldn't remember any of the preceding nights either. He could dimly remember taking part in innumerable funerals, hearing innumerable eulogies and shaking hands with more people than he cared to count. He remembered coming back and opening a bottle of Firewhisky more than once. That should probably explain his memory loss.
He turned his eyes at Susan. She was quite a sight to behold. Her dark red hair was framing her pale face; her chest was still heaving after the intense activity with some sweat glistening along the twin hills of her breasts, peaked by the somewhat darker nipples; her legs were slightly apart, giving him a glimpse at that enticing tunnel he had enjoyed since waking up, where some whitish drops testified of that activity.
"Why are you here?" he asked her.
"Don't you like my company?" she asked, almost hurt.
"I like it very much, as you could certainly feel. I just wonder. You weren't very close to me before and you never showed this kind of interest in me. What brought this change?"
Her face turned sombre. "I've always liked you, although I knew I had no chance. Now, with the war over, nothing seems to stay the same. You let many girls share your bed, and I finally got the courage to do it as well, hoping you would also impregnate me." She saw his puzzled look and added, "As the last of my house I need to produce an heir, the sooner the better."
"So you say I slept with many girls? Why should I do it, and why don't I remember any of it?"
Susan sighed. "You started drinking as soon as the day's funerals ended. By the time you went to bed, you were totally drunk, yet very horny. It was natural for girls to want to help you. After you shagged them several times, you seemed to calm down and fall asleep. At least it was that way with me."
"But I always woke up alone, until today. Of that I'm sure."
Susan looked at him. Was it love in her eyes? He wasn't sure. "Hermione used to filter the candidates for the night, not allowing more than three to join you, and casting the contraceptive charm on them herself. She also warned each girl to leave soon after you fell asleep, since you may wake up from a nightmare and harm them by mistake. I'm glad I stayed, though."
Harry knew he would have some serious conversation with Hermione, but there were a few more things he wanted to know. "How can I impregnate you if she cast the contraceptive charm on you?"
Susan smiled again. "I told her what I needed you for and she skipped that step, like she did for two others. She will be angry of me staying until morning, though."
"Who are the two others? I don't remember any of the girls and I've not intended to impregnate any."
Susan turned almost teary. "Don't you agree to impregnate me? I really need it to continue my family line, else it will die with me."
Harry relaxed a bit. "I agree, alright. I've enjoyed our union very much and am quite willing to do it many more times, for whatever reason. I would have liked to be made aware of this beforehand, though."
"They tried, really, just as I did, but you were not able to comprehend at the time and they couldn't wait."
"Who are they, then?"
"Luna Lovegood and Daphne Greengrass."
Harry frowned. He considered Luna a friend and would have willingly done this service for her. Daphne was a whole different ballgame, though. She was Slytherin's Ice Queen, and although she had never mistreated him or Hermione... Well, she was a Slytherin. Yet she was beautiful and attractive. It was probably quite nice to shag her, if he could only remember...
He glanced at the clock on the night-stand. It was almost eight in the morning. "I think we should head down for breakfast now," he said, his eyes still admiring her curves.
Susan stretched on the bed, reminding him of a cat. "I didn't get much sleep during the night, although you fell asleep easily. I was too excited about having given up my virginity and of having had sex with you. I think I'd rather get some sleep now."
Harry smiled at her. "You're welcome to stay here for as long as you wish, but I think Hermione will get worried if I don't show up soon."
He caressed her body with his hand while he moved out of bed, feeling a bit regretful of leaving her company. He showered quickly in the private bathroom attached to his bedroom, got dressed and stepped out of his bedroom, noticing Hermione reading in the common room,
"Good morning, Harry. Had a good night?" she asked with a smile.
"Fabulous!" he said, not wanting to go into details. "Don't you like to get some breakfast in the great hall. I'm sure Ron is already there."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, Harry, have you forgotten? Now that the funerals are over and most people left Hogwarts, the house elves will serve breakfast here when asked for. Kreacher has already asked me if I wanted any, but I wanted to wait for you. And as for Ron – he returned home with his family after..."
Harry knew what she refrained from saying – Fred's funeral. The one Harry had found hardest to stand, as if he himself had lost a brother. He tried not to think of that. It was too early in the day to open another bottle of Firewhisky. Instead, he noted, "I thought you would stay with Ron. I didn't expect you to come back here with me."
Hermione sighed. "Harry, whenever I had to choose between you two, I always chose you. Why should it be any different now?"
"I thought... Well, you kissed him before the battle and you stayed close to him since."
"Harry, he kissed me before the battle and I thought that was not a time to admonish him for taking that liberty with me. Then, after the battle, you had plenty of people who wanted nothing better than to stay with you, especially girls. Ron had nobody but me to keep him company."
Harry sat on the sofa at her side and turned to look at her. "About those girls – I want to know some more."
Hermione sighed and took his hand in hers, just the way they were always doing when talking of serious matters. "Harry, after the battle, many girls wanted to comfort you in ways I am not yet ready to. I thought that you deserved to enjoy this kind of comforting, and you didn't seem to mind. Those I let come to you told me that you seemed insatiable. I let three join you one night together, and they were all exhausted after the intense activity you gave them, yet they would gladly join you again if I let them."
Harry blushed at the implied scene. He only wished he remembered it. "Why did you even intervene? I'm sure it was hellishly embarrassing for you."
Hermione blushed. "It was, but I couldn't let them do as they pleased, especially with you so full of alcohol, or you would have died of exhaustion. At least you had a way to release your frustration and satisfy some of your fans."
"Well, whom did I shag?" he asked, quite curious to know.
"I have the full list in my room, if you want it. I can tell you that Ginny was the first, and she was really frightened by your stamina. Most of the girls in our year and a year younger passed through your bed, all four houses."
"Even Slytherins?"
She smiled at his confusion. "They were the first to ask to join you in bed. I had them give an oath to not harm you and leave their wands behind. I'd say you gained some more admirers with them, after they spent some time in bed with you."
"Maybe it's better that I don't remember any of them," he sighed.
Hermione frowned. "You don't remember them? They will be so disappointed!"
"Well, you said I was practically drunk. I only wonder why I didn't wake up with hangovers."
She blushed nicely. "I took care of that. I had you drink a potion to prevent hangovers. Could it also cause loss of memory? I don't remember reading of such a side-effect, but I'll check again."
"I'll go with you to the library, but I think we should have breakfast first."
As if called, Kreacher appeared with two trays. He placed one in front of Harry and the other in front of Hermione and then poured some pumpkin juice for Harry and steaming black coffee for Hermione before vanishing as silently as he had appeared.
"He seems to sense my needs," Harry commented.
"That's what house-elves do best, don't you know?"
"Hearing this from the founder of S.P.E.W. is kind of weird, you know," Harry smirked.
Hermione shrugged. "I had a long conversation with Kreacher and then with a few other house-elves. I now understand that I've done it all wrong."
They went silent while they ate breakfast. Harry looked furtively at Hermione, mentally comparing her to Susan, whose naked image was still fresh in his mind. While Susan was pretty and her red mane was impressive, he considered Hermione prettier and liked her brown curls better. Hermione was definitely slimmer, after the year on the run, and her breasts seemed smaller. He could only imagine their look, since he had never really seen them, but he was sure they would be just as nice to fondle and he would probably be able to cover each with only one hand, while Susan's needed both his hands for that.
"What are you thinking of?" Hermione's voice brought him out of his musings.
His mouth responded even before his mind could. "Thinking of you; wondering how we could fit together."
Both blushed as the meaning of his words reverberated in their minds. Harry was afraid that Hermione might get angry and hex him, yet she only smiled nervously. "Does it really matter?"
"It does for me. None of the other girls matters, but you do, even more than all of them put together." Harry wondered where he got the courage to speak that way to Hermione.
"And you matter to me more than anything else," she said quietly.
Harry took her hand in his, looking straight into her eyes. "Then why did you let other girls have me. I thought you would want me all for yourself."
Hermione's eyes bore back into his. "I told you I was not yet ready and I thought you deserved that fun and comfort. Besides, I wanted our first time to be when we are both sober and in full control, not while our emotions are all over the place due to the war and its victims."
Harry sighed. He knew he should say something, but he had no clue what the right thing to say was. Instead, he changed the subject. "What will you do now, after the funerals are over?"
She moved her head down and sighed too. "I need to look for my parents and restore their memories. Maybe I should check their house first and repair any damage before I go."
"I'll help you and go with you. There's nothing to hold me back here, you know."
She lifted her head and smiled at him. "Thank you, Harry, but I think this is a task I should do by myself. No need to drag you along."
"Hermione, you modified their memories and followed me on what seemed a hopeless search, just to help me. It will be no sacrifice to help you now. I'm actually looking forward to it."
Her smile widened. "In that case, Mr. Potter, I think we should head to the library and see what we can do about your memory before helping others."