Disclaimer: Not my characters, no money being made, etc., etc.
A/N: The italicized quotes that are sandwiched in between section dividers are taken from the Sir Richard Burton's public domain 1883 translation of the Kama Sutra. Also, the "Sloane Ranger" reference is offered in honor of the blessed union of Will and Kate...a couple of neo-Sloanies if I've ever seen one. And for the Yanks out there..."Sloane Ranger" = "Preppy." For the Texans...think "Bowhead."
Thanks to ironchefor and all of the others who reviewed and suggested edits on the google docs draft version of this update.
Chapter 14: By the Book
"When a woman reproaches a man, but at the same time acts affectionately towards him, she should be made love to in every way."
Sun and sea held Harry's attention when he woke from an afternoon nap, but only until the cobwebs cleared and he realized that there was a mostly-naked witch still asleep by his side.
Hermione had been explaining the changes in her attitudes and attire, before Harry had dozed off. But she had fallen asleep as well, and was now curled up on a lounge chair that was parked next to his palki. Her floppy-brimmed hat rested at an odd angle on her head as she lay on her side facing away from him, with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her daring gold dress left little to his imagination…even less now that a breeze had flipped up the back of her skirt.
The view wasn't that explicit from where he sat...it included the full curve of her left breast, but no nipple. The view featured an unbroken stretch of flesh from toe to left hip, but just a suggestion of crack. Given her sleeping position and the way her legs were pulled up, Harry could imagine that her cheeks were being warmed by the sun as much as his (facial) cheeks were…but he could only imagine that, given his affliction.
He sat quietly, smiled, and considered just how lucky a bastard he was, even when all things were considered.
"Cool drink, Sahib?"
"Shush!" he hissed, as he looked up and glared at Manuel.
"Yes, Sahib," Manuel whispered.
"And stop calling me Sahib!"
Harry scowled at both this response and at how close the manservant was to Hermione's lounger.
"Go back inside. I'll call if we need your assistance."
The manservant wilted under Harry's "Don't mess with me, I'm the bad ass that killed the Dark Wanker" glare, and dashed behind a makeshift privacy screen that had been fashioned from sari fabric stretched between tree trunks.
Hermione opened her eyes and stretched out her arms. She set her hat to the side, looked over her shoulder, and smiled.
"What's up, Boss?" she asked teasingly.
"Your hemline and my heart rate."
"What? Really?" Hermione reached back and fished for the back of her dress. A look of pretend-shock formed on her face when she found it bunched up over her lower back.
"Oops," she said sweetly. "Didn't realize…"
Harry snorted as his girlfriend rolled over onto her back and spread the front of her dress out in a display of faux-modesty.
"So my sexy little Sloanie didn't notice that the sun was warming her fanny?"
"Sorry," Harry said with a smile. "I'm only guessing that the sunlight got that far."
"No…it did," Hermione replied matter-of-factly. "It was you calling me a Sloane that I didn't care for."
"I'm serious!" Hermione protested, folding her arms over her chest. "There were plenty of pint-sized Sloane Rangers in my Primary School, and I didn't care for them one bit."
"Ah…so your acting performance was based on more than you just channeling your inner Malfoy?" Harry teased.
"Keep talking like that and you can forget about having a Potter in my inner channels."
"D'oh is right!"
"Sorry…was just trying to joke about how you put Aya in her place."
Hermione chewed on her lower lip for a moment, then nodded her head, leaned forward, and placed a quick kiss on Harry's lips.
"You're forgiven," she declared. "Even when you are looking down the front of my dress."
Harry's gaze shifted up. "Oops…sorry."
"Just don't make a habit of it while others are around," she said.
He snorted. "Planning on wearing that to dinner, then?" he teased.
Hermione dropped her head back against her seat cushion and sighed.
"Too much, then?" she asked.
"Too much what?"
"Too much skin? Too much attitude? Too much out of character?"
Harry thought about his answer for a few moments. He would have squeezed her hand if he could, but he couldn't, so he had to use his eyes to augment his response with some non-verbal reassurances.
"It's up to you how much…or how little you wear around here, or what Manuel can see," he stated. "As for the posh attitude…you've explained it as a means to an end."
"So you really aren't bothered by how I'm acting?"
"If it means that I get to lick your fingers instead of Aya's? Hey, no worries…of course I'm not the one you're treating as a servant. I mean…how are Padma and Parvati taking it?"
Hermione smiled, thinking of how Parvati "took it" in their canopy shower earlier in the day.
"No complaints yet," she replied, as she reached for the gin and tonic that had been sitting on a side table and took a sip. "Hmmmm…still cold! These ice cubes must be charmed."
Harry chuckled. "Better finish up that drink then…Auntie will be here soon enough and I don't think alcohol is part of an ayurvedic diet."
Hermione giggled and shook her head . "No, I don't think it is either," she replied, glancing at the drink. "But I better pace myself, before I start sleeping as much as you do."
"Can't have that," Harry teased. "There'd be no fun time for Mistress Hermione and her submissive handmaidens."
"Hush!" Hermione chided, giving a light swat on his arm.
"Erm…guess that I should pretend I felt that and say 'Ow'?" Harry asked.
The bushy-haired witch sighed, deciding that her boyfriend needed some cheering up…and that she needed to take another incremental step or two.
"When a woman gives a man an opportunity, and makes her own love manifest to him, he should proceed to enjoy her."
Hermione stood up and peaked around the edge of the fabric screen. Satisfied that that they were alone, she then walked in front of Harry's sedan chair and turned to face the sea.
"Want to check how well Padma applied sunscreen salve this morning?" she asked.
Harry's breath caught in his throat when Hermione flipped up the back of her dress and wiggled her bare bum. Once he freed that breath, he smiled, and said, "You'll need to give me a closer view."
"I don't have my glasses on," Harry explained. "Your bum is too fuzzy for me to tell."
"I do not have a fuzzy bum, thank you very much."
"No, I don't think you will, once you get it closer to my face."
Hermione dropped her hemline, turned to face her boyfriend, and clucked her tongue in mock-disapproval.
"Aww, now how am I going to do that inspection?" Harry pouted.
"What ever happened to the shy boy who turned beet red and ran away that time he accidentally walked in on me while I was in my bra and knickers?"
"I think that boy was left behind in Britain," Harry teased. "You know the place? Britain? The island with cold dreary weather and women who actually wear bras and knickers?"
"Is that a complaint?"
"Oh, hell no."
"So tell me, Harry…would you rather be on that dreary island where women wear bras and knickers?"
"If you're living on that dreary island, then sure," Harry replied. "Would you rather be on this island with that shy boy who turns beet red at the drop of a blouse?"
Hermione smiled, then shook her head.
"I rather like the sexy confidence of the boy that's here with me on this island right now, thank you very much."
Harry smiled, then waggled his eyebrows.
"If that's the case, then…we were in the middle of a sunburn inspection?"
The roll of Hermione's eyes was tempered by the sly grin on her lips. She spun around again, took a big step closer towards Harry's palki, and lifted her hemline again.
She waited a moment. Then another. The breeze brushed against her bared flesh, raising goose bumps where they'd seldom been raised before.
"Well, Harry?" she finally asked.
"Erm…right. Sorry, I was, erm…guess I'm more near-sighted than I thought."
"Ah…I still have fuzzy bum, then?"
"I'm sure it isn't fuzzy, or burned, for that matter, but…if you wouldn't mind…might help if…"
"You want me to give you a closer view?"
"Up to you, but…"
Hermione giggled, and another took a step back. The back of her knees brushed up against the front of his knees.
"A little less fuzzy. Still…"
Hermione spread her legs wide enough to straddle the outsides of his knees, then took another step backwards.
"Almost in focus," said Harry. "Just a few steps closer…"
He wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if the game ended there. He was therefore more than a little surprised when Hermione freed up her hands by tucking the back of her dress into the waistline, then bent down to rest those hands against his knees.
More than a little surprised…and more than a little excited when she took another step backwards and closed the gap between their bodies to a scant few inches.
"Still fuzzy?" Hermione purred.
Harry shook his head. "All clear," he hissed.
"Your focus is clear…or my bum is clear of fuzz?"
"None that I can see."
Hermione looked over her shoulder and caught Harry's lust-filled gaze. He was sitting fairly straight in the palki chair…high enough for her to see his entire face. High enough that if she backed up any further she'd run into his Adam's apple, instead of someplace more…interesting.
The Muggleborn glanced back towards the privacy screen, then looked down in between her legs. The tent in Harry's dhoti/loincloth was large enough to block her view…not that there was anything more interesting for her to look at, of course.
Feeling very daring…and naughty…and sexy…Hermione shifted her weight off of her hands, grabbed Harry's legs, and pulled them forward. The rest of his body followed along, to a slouched-down position where his bum was just off the front edge of his chair, and her bum was just off the slope of his forehead.
"Making sure you do a thorough sunburn inspection," Hermione quipped. "See any red?"
Harry took in a sharp breath…a sharply scented breath.
"No red…plenty of pink, though."
"Hmmm," Hermione purred, slipping her hand underneath Harry's loincloth. She lightly scraped her fingernails down his length, then took his erection in hand and asked, "That area might need a closer look…don't you think?"
Harry nodded, leaned his head forward, and placed a big wet kiss on a spot very close to pink.
"When he spreads…indeed he cleaves asunder…his lover's archway with his nose, and lets his tongue gently probe her yoni, with his lips, nose and chin slowly circling, this becomes The Circling Tongue."
Hermione squirmed away from Harry's kiss and took a few steps forward.
"What was that!" she jokingly admonished.
"Couldn't help myself," he quipped.
Hermione shook her head as she snuck another quick glance around the privacy screen. "Think that chair will support both our weights?" she asked.
Harry snorted. "One way to find out, I guess?"
Hermione smiled, and ran her fingers through her lover's hair. Summoning up her Gryffindor courage, she then swung a leg across the sedan chair and pulled herself aboard, resting her haunches against the arm rests as she faced Harry in a straddle. This placed Hermione's crotch just a few inches away from his nose.
The bushy-haired witch reached down and cradled her lover's face in her hands.
"So…really want to do some more inspecting?" she asked seductively.
Harry looked up at Hermione's face and grinned.
Hermione pulled up the front of her dress.
"Need a closer view?" she whispered.
Harry nodded, and dove forward.
Hermione gasped and leaned forward.
The balance of weight shifted, which tipped the chair backwards. They would have comically fallen arse-over-teakettle had the back poles of the palki not stopped their momentum. But since the poles were there, and were of sufficient length to support the chair at a backwards forty-five degree angle, the two lovers merely ended up arse-over-face.
Neither one minded, or hardly even noticed.
"When a girl should wish to bring about her own marriage when she comes of age, such a girl should endeavour to gain over a strong and good looking young man. She should do this by such means as would endear her to the said person, as well as by frequently seeing and meeting him. She should also talk to him on the subjects he likes best, and discuss with him the ways and means of gaining over and winning the affections of a girl."
Padma and Parvati had imagined all sorts of naughty things that the other two teens might have been doing while they were forced to toil away on their needlepoint. Their lust-filled suspicions were confirmed when they were asked to fetch Harry and Hermione for dinner.
The two lovers were too enthralled to notice the Twins peeking around the privacy screen. The Twins were too enthralled by Hermione's ride on Harry's face to do anything that would announce their presence.
Healer Patil wasn't as enthralled.
"Padma! Parvati!" she called out from the hut.
Hermione gasped as she turned her head towards the voice and spotted the Twins.
Harry gasped and turned his head too, but the Twins neither heard nor saw this reaction since his face was hidden by Hermione's skirt.
"What are you two doing here!" the Muggleborn hissed as she stepped off of the palki and pushed it back up straight.
"Auntie's here," Padma announced.
"Yes, we heard," Harry said.
Padma smiled, and said, "Sorry, Parvati…looks like Harry won't need your help checking Hermione for Muggle knickers after all."
"Maybe Memsahib is just demonstrating the proper squatting position when Harry starts using an Indian loo on his own?" Parvati replied.
"No, I'm sure she's pushing the boundaries out a little further," Padma said.
"Didn't know we had water sports on the list, though…did you?"
Hermione shook her head as she reached down to adjust her skirt. "Very funny, girls," she replied, trying desperately to regain some composure.
"Nothing funny going on, actually," Harry insisted with a grin. "Hermione just asked me to check for possible sunburn in areas that are hard for her to see."
His girlfriend nodded. "And you know how near-sighted Harry is, right?"
"R-i-i-i-ght," Padma said sarcastically. "Must have been rather dark under her skirt…were you trying to taste a sunburn?"
"Maybe we should add that taste test to Harry's treatment regimen?" said Parvati.
"Maybe you should bring Harry in for dinner!" a voice called out from the hut.
The messy-haired wizard chuckled.
"Who needs tethers when Auntie's spidey-sense is within range?" he asked.
Parvati frowned. "Guess that you will just have to imagine me making a joke about Hermione offering Harry an early appetizer."
"Best we get on task, and get you two inside," said Padma. "Before Auntie decides that we don't get to do anything more than imagine being with Harry."
The-Boy-Who-Won gave Hermione a thin smile as the Ravenclaw stepped behind the palki chair while her sister stepped in front.
"So, can I get a rain check on finishing that sunburn inspection?" he whispered.
Hermione looked out towards the sun as it set within a clear horizon.
"You really don't want to wait until the rainy season, do you?" she quipped.
Harry looked down at his tented loincloth, then shifted his gaze towards Parvati's sari-covered bum, which was wiggling just in front of it.
"Don't think I'll be able to wait until after dinner, actually," he hissed.
Parvati giggled at this response. She twisted around while still bent at the waist, which offered Harry an unobstructed view underneath her loosely draped shawl. Then she slipped a hand inside that shawl and cupped one of her dangling breasts.
"What makes you think that we'll be able to last that long either?" she whispered, teasing her nipple with thumb and forefinger.
"Hush!" Hermione hissed. "And behave!"
"Yes, Memsahib," Parvati replied. She pulled her hand out from under her shawl and used it to offer the Muggleborn a mock salute. Then she turned towards Harry and used a stage whisper to say, "Sorry, Sahib…guess you'll just have to guess where my fingers are during dinner."
"He won't need to guess if Auntie is there at the table with us," said Padma.
"True…unless it is another one of those incremental steps," said Parvati. "So, Hermione…now that you've checked off mouth congress, maybe the next step should be 'masturbating with one hand as you feed Harry with the other'?"
The Muggleborn rolled her eyebrows.
"No, I'm not that coordinated."
"Have you tried?" Harry teased.
Padma giggled, and leaned down over the back of the palki chair so that she could whisper into his ear.
"Well, we know that she is at least coordinated enough to ride Parvarti's toy and rub our two yonis at the same time," she stated.
Harry's eyebrows shot up towards his hairline as he glanced over at Hermione.
"Now that is a talent that I'd like to see on display," he whispered.
"What?" Hermione demanded.
Harry grinned, and gave his girlfriend the ambiguous figure-eight head nod for a response as the Twins lifted the palki into the air, and carried him the short distance to the hut. Manuel's presence at the entrance saved him (at least momentarily) from having to elaborate.
"Good Evening, Boss!"
"Who are you talking to, Manuel…Harry or Hermione?" Parvati asked.
The manservant frowned.
"Sahib ees Boss…Memsahib ees Sybil…Mrs. Boss," he replied.
"Oh, Merlin, no!" Harry gasped.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"He just called you Sybil," he explained. "And the only Sybil that I know…."
"Predicted his death on a near-daily basis," Parvati teased.
"Eeeeww!" Hermione gasped.
Padma giggled and said in a trance-like voice, "I see a very deep and dark future for Harry as I gaze into my crystal ben-wa balls…"
"Eeeew!" Harry gasped.
"There will be no more mentioning of that name in our presence!" Hermione demanded sharply.
"Yes, Memsahib," said Manuel with an exaggerated head nod.
"Yes, Memsahib," the Twin mimicked in unison, as they carried Harry inside the hut. The black-haired wizard was just about to ask where Healer Patil was when the muffled sound of voices raised in another room answered that question for everyone.
"Dinner will be served een a few minutes," said Manuel, looking nervously towards the origin of those raised voices. "Perhaps Memsahib wishes to freshen up een her room?"
Hermione glanced towards the bedroom that she'd shared with the Twins and Aya and shook her head.
"Sounds like it is busy at the moment."
"No, Memsahib….Memsahib has her own room now."
"My own room?" asked Hermione.
The manservant nodded vigorously as he gestured towards the opposite side of the enlarged hut.
"A proper Memsahib must have her own room."
Hermione sighed. "So a proper Memsahib doesn't sleep with the servants?"
Manuel smiled and shook his head.
"No…a proper Memsahib must have her own room. But…ees no problem eef Memsahib orders her very lovely female servants to come into that room at night, or eef she has them take off all their clothes and rub their lovely bodies on her as they warm her bed."
"I'm sure you wouldn't think that was a problem, Manuel," Hermione snarked.
"Sounds like a viable work-around to me," said Parvati. "And then Memsahib can order her handmaidens to expand her knowledge of our culture with bedtime translations of the Kama Sutra."
"Would those lessons include practicals?" Harry quipped.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Right then, let's have a look," she decided. She took a few steps in the direction that Manuel had pointed towards, then turned.
"Coming, then?" she asked.
Manuel shook his head. "There are clothes for Memsahib to wear for dinner in her room. Eef eet ees pleasing Memsahib, I help Boss dress for dinner?"
The four teens looked at each other to sort out a decision. Hermione glanced towards the room they'd shared the night before…the room where Aya and Auntie were apparently having a rather heated discussion.
"Go on, you three…I'll be fine," said Harry.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged. "You can show me later. Besides, wouldn't be proper for a proper Englishman not to dress for dinner, would it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed each of the Twins by hand.
"No need to get too carried away, Manuel," she instructed. "It will all have to come off after dinner for his treatment."
Manuel giggled. "Very good, Memsahib!"
"The women of the royal harem know each other's secrets, and having but one object to attain, they give assistance to each other."
Padma shook her head as she stepped in front of Hermione and gave the new low-cut red dress she was wearing a head-to-toe inspection.
"Any jewelry in there, Parvati?" she asked.
Her twin frowned as she looked into a sandalwood chest and shook her head.
"Doesn't look like it."
"Ah, no matter…nobody would notice if Memsahib was wearing jewelry tonight," Padma smirked.
Hermione snorted. "And why is that?"
Padma giggled as she reached out and pinched her lover's nipples through the dress fabric.
"Because Harry will be focused on these jewels instead," she quipped.
Hermione snorted as she pushed Padma's hands away, then, with the same continued motion, reached underneath Padma's shawl and returned the favor.
"Giving him some other jewels to focus on during dinner," Hermione teased (while her fingers teased). Then she slipped her hands out, and smoothed out the front of Padma's shawl.
"There, now…a matching pair," Hermione declared. The she turned towards Parvati, and giggled.
"Beat me to the pinch?" she asked.
Parvati smiled as she pulled her own hands out from underneath her shawl. The lust in her eyes left just as quickly as those eyes darted towards the now-opened doorway.
"Auntie, things all straightened out with Aya, then?" Parvati asked nervously.
The older witch snorted, and nodded her head.
"If you three are finished…freshening up?" she asked.
Hermione sighed as she walked towards the door, then walked past the smirking Healer with the Twins close behind. She stopped short and loudly snorted when she spied Harry sitting at the head of the dinner table. Mindful of her instructions not to put too many clothes on her boyfriend, Manuel had limited Harry's outfit to a loincloth, a white dinner jacket, and a black bow-tie.
"What?" he asked.
His girlfriend grinned as she walked towards the table.
"Looks like you're dressed more for a Chippendale's show than for dinner," she quipped.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Is there a chill in the air, or might I say the same for you, Sweetheart? And no, that is definitely not a complaint."
"Good," Hermione replied, as she sat down in the chair that Manuel held out for her. She leaned toward her plate and asked, "So you like this dress too?"
Harry smiled at the side views that Hermione was intentionally providing. He didn't look quite so happy when something distracted his appreciation.
"Parvati…a little help please?" he asked softly.
"Sure thing, Harry," the teen-aged witch replied.
"Ouch!" Manuel hissed.
"No perving on Memsahib!" she said sternly.
"Yes, Mem…Miss Parvati!" the manservant whined.
The light-brown skinned witch glared at Manuel as he scurried around the table to pull back her Auntie's chair. He made no attempt to pull back either her sister's seat or her own, which suited Parvati just fine.
"A VIRTUOUS woman, who has affection for her husband, should take upon herself the whole care of his family...Towards the parents, relations, friends, sisters, and servants of her husband she should behave as they deserve."
The table was set for five, with Healer Patil now sitting at the spot where Aya had taken her lunch. The nanny's absence didn't go unnoticed.
"So…Aya isn't eating with us this evening?" Hermione asked.
The Healer shook her head as Manuel began pulling back the silver-domed covers from each of their dinner plates.
"Aya joined you four for lunch in her capacity as Padma and Parvati's chaperone," the older witch replied. "Now that I am here…well…"
"In India, servants don't eat at the same table as those they serve," Padma explained.
Hermione pursed her lips as she considered this response, then nodded her head.
"It is the same back in Britain," she decided.
"Yet some things…like a person's clothing, or their attitudes…have changed now that they are in India?" Auntie asked carefully.
All four teens caught a bit of breath in their throats as they stared at the older witch.
Hermione chewed on her lower lip, then asked, "Is there a problem with these changes?"
Healer Patil stared at the Muggleborn witch for a few moments, then smiled, and shrugged her shoulders.
"For better or worse, Aya really does expect you to wear Western dresses because you are from the West," she explained. She turned towards Harry and added, "While Hermione does honor Indian culture when she wears a sari…to wear one all of the time would be considered by Aya to be…inauthentic…not serious…almost as if she were a child playing dress-up."
Harry nodded. "So to be treated as an adult, Hermione had to dress how Aya expects a European woman to dress. And the fact that her dresses are so…"
"Scandalously sexy?" asked Parvati.
"I was going to say they were suited for the weather, but yes, that too," Harry replied. "I'm sure that Manuel's interests had a lot to do with what was hanging in the closet."
"So you have different interests?" Parvati teased.
"I imagine that my interests in how Hermione dresses aren't that far off from your own," Harry teased. He turned towards his bushy-haired girlfriend and said, "So that explains how you dressed. Is the explanation for your changed attitude similar? Did the Empire muck things up so bad here that acting like anything other than a demanding English snob would be taken as inauthentic?"
"No, that's more about station than statehood," said Hermione. She turned towards Healer Patil and added, "Right?"
The older witch smiled. "Quite so," she replied. The Healer then turned towards Harry and added, "The way that your Memsahib carried herself today is exactly how Padma and Parvati's mother acts towards their nanny. It is how a woman is expected to run her husband's household in our society."
Harry arched his eyebrows, and asked, "Like a woman…her husband's household?" He then turned to Hermione and added, "Thought you said that you didn't sign any marriage contracts for me when I was out?"
The Muggleborn rolled her eyes. "No, Harry…we aren't married."
"Shush!" Padma hissed. "Don't let Aya hear you say that!"
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"You'll give up the chance to have Hermione sleep with you!"
"Padma!" Hermione hissed, her cheeks blushing red.
"When he comes to know the state of her feelings towards him he should pretend to be ill, and should make her come to his house to speak to him. There he should intentionally hold her hand and place it on his eyes and forehead, and under the pretence of preparing some medicine for him he should ask her to do the work for his sake in the following words: 'This work must be done by you, and by nobody else.'"
"Whether Aya knows the truth of Harry and Hermione's marital status is quite irrelevant to any decisions made concerning their sleeping arrangements," the Healer declared.
"What?" Hermione asked with wide eyes. "How…I mean…how?"
Harry was caught too off-guard to do much more than agree with this question with a head nod.
"I informed Aya that in my absence there must be nothing stopping my designated surrogates from being by my patient's side at all times."
"At…at all times?" Hermione asked.
"All day times and all night times?" Parvati added in disbelief.
Madhura gave a very curt (and proper) head nod in response.
"That's…brilliant!" Padma whispered. In a louder voice she added, "So Hermione gets the night shift?"
"How about rotating shifts?" Parvati asked hopefully.
"Does this mean that Aya has to turn off the tethers?" asked Padma.
Her great-aunt shook her head. "While I insisted that you and your sister have good reason to spend significant time by your patient's bedside, she was just as insistent that her duties as your chaperone would require her to oversee your care giving efforts."
Padma whined, "Great."
Her sister wasn't so disappointed. "So if Padma is taking her turn by Harry's bedside during the day, and Aya is minding Padma as she minds him, then she won't be able to mind me if I'm outside with Hermione, would she?"
The Healer smiled. "You two wouldn't be doing anything outside that she would consider inappropriate, would you Dear?"
"Oh no, of course not, Auntie," Parvati said, using a sing-song tone of voice.
"She could always ask Manuel to keep an eye on you two," Padma argued.
Harry sighed. "Like he wouldn't already be doing that on his own."
Healer Patil shrugged.
"The Maharajah has charged Manuel with meeting his guest's needs," she stated. "If you need Manuel to be looking elsewhere, then you only need tell him just so."
"Yes!" Parvati hissed. "No more needlepoint!"
"I wouldn't go that far, Dear," her Auntie advised. "You and your sister do have to complete your family tapestry if you wish to be married some day."
"I actually think your project is brilliant," said Harry. "Wish that I had something like that that traced both sides of my family tree."
Hermione smiled. "Well, Harry…Christmas is only eleven months away!"
"Do I have to wait that long?"
"Birthday in six months?"
"It could be sooner still if we give it as a wedding present," Padma quipped.
"Or as part of a dowry," Parvati chimed in brightly.
"You think Harry will be married before the end of July?" Hermione asked.
Parvati smiled, and offered up that maddening head-bobbing "yes-that-looks-like-a-no" head shake.
Her sister asked a peripherally-related question.
"Auntie, did you say that one of us has to be by Harry's bedside each night?"
The older witch smiled. "Actually, I think I said that you merely need to be by his side."
"So lying naked on your side in his bed counts as by his side?" Parvati asked.
Her Great-Aunt chuckled. "If you have reason to believe that sort of uniform is necessary to provide the right kind of care…"
"Or the right kind of relief?" Padma asked.
"Yes, that too," the Healer replied. "Although Aya might have justifiable concerns about completing her duties as a chaperone if she allows you two to provide that kind of relief in that kind of attire."
Parvati desperately wanted to ask her Auntie if they could provide that kind of treatment while she was supervising them, rather than Aya, but was too afraid she'd be disappointed by the answer. Instead, she asked, "Does Hermione have to be awake to provide care, or can she be sleeping as she is lying naked on her side in Harry's bed?"
"Parvati!" Hermione hissed.
Harry chuckled, finding it hard to believe that he was witnessing this kind of discussion.
Healer Patil appeared to give the question some thought.
"So long as the patient is able to have his needs met in a timely manner," she finally replied. "For example, if the sleeping caregiver was close enough to be nudged awake by the patient…say with a gentle nudge with his nose…"
"Can he nudge her with other parts of his body?" Parvati teased.
Hermione dropped her face into her hands and shook her head in disbelief.
"The caregiver need not share the patient's bed, in order to sleep," the Healer stated. "And perhaps it might seem proper if there were separate beds in the patient's room."
Parvati giggled. "Auntie, we know Harry is big, but he's not big enough to nudge Hermione awake if she's sleeping in another bed."
Madhura rolled her eyes. "I don't suppose that the patient could wake a sleeping caregiver with his voice?"
"Where's the fun in that?" Parvati quipped.
Manuel's appearance to clear dishes from the table stifled any responses (be they serious or snarky). Hermione used the distraction to lean towards Harry and whisper a question into his ear.
"You're serious?" he asked.
Hermione nodded, and cupped Harry's cheek in her hand.
"Healer's orders, Luv…although I suppose we could drop the pretense and leave it where it is?"
Harry held his breath for a moment, then expelled it and shook his head.
"I understand that there is something to be said for incremental steps?" he asked.
Hermione smiled and leaned close enough to reward this response with a kiss. Then she turned and said, "Manuel?"
"The bed in my new room…it needs to be moved into the master bedroom."
The manservant looked at Harry and broke out into a wide grin.
"Very good, Memsahib! Eet will be done as Memsahib wishes, right away!"
"De nada, Memsahib!" the manservant replied.
"You go, girl!" Parvati said.
"Now, Padma…proper respect for Memsahib?" her sister asked.
Parvati snorted. "Very sorry, Memsahib! Your humble handmaiden encourages Memsahib to climb many steps, in the hope that she might follow close behind her Memsahib!"
"Don't push it, Parvati."
"Yes, Mrs. Boss!"
"Thus a boy separated from his parents, and living in the house of his uncle, should try to gain over the daughter of his uncle, or some other girl, even though she be previously betrothed to another. And this way of gaining over a girl, says Ghotakamukha, is unexceptional, because Dharma can be accomplished by means of it as well as by any other way of marriage."
Towards the end of the meal, Harry looked towards Hermione and the Twins and asked, "Would you three give me a few minutes alone with my Healer before tonight's therapy?"
Hermione turned towards Harry with an inquisitive look on her face. Padma pulled on her arm before she was able to put voice to this reaction.
"Come on, Memsahib…it will give us time to pick out a proper night shift nurse's uniform for you."
Healer Patil nodded. "It might save time if we first return our patient to his room. There he can ask his questions while I perform my physical examination…allowing the three of you to attend to your…uniforms."
Parvati's eyes lit up. "Oooh, I think that's a brilliant idea…there are a few…uniforms…in Memsahib's new wardrobe that I'd like to try on."
Healer Patil smiled. "Given the staining potential of the salves that you'll be working with, perhaps it would be best if you stick with your slips, dragonhide gloves and aprons?"
Hermione smiled and covered Parvati's hand with her own.
"I'm sure we can work something out."
"At least you don't have to worry about getting stains on your uniform," Padma groused.
Parvati snorted. "At least not from the salve…right, Gushing Goddess?"
"Hush!" Hermione chided, lightly slapping the hand that she had just covered in sympathy.
When the Twins carried Harry's palki into the Master Bedroom, they found Manuel waiting for them, standing next to the queen-sized bed that had been in Hermione's room before dinner.
"Oh, great, it's here already…thanks, Manuel," said Hermione, as she walked into the room with Healter Patil.
"You're most welcome, Memsahib!"
"Help us get Harry set up in this larger bed, would you?" asked Hermione. "It will save us the effort later."
"Very good, Memsahib!"
"Very, very good," Harry said under his breath.
Once the patient was transferred from sedan chair to bed, Hermione dismissed Manuel for the night, then leaned down and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"Don't take too long asking your questions, Harry," she asked. "It will only cut into your available treatment time with Padma and Parvati."
Harry looked towards the Twins, who were gathering the dragonhide aprons and gloves into their arms.
"I won't," Harry promised with a nervous smile, as Padma and Parvati winked at him.
He watched the three teenagers leave the room with the protective dragonhide as Healer Patil lifted up his right foot and began her examination.
"Given time available, can I be blunt?" he asked.
"Of course, Harry."
"Has any of this hurt any potential contract negotiations with the head of the Patil family?"
Madhura shook her head as she evaluated the range of motion in his leg. "Quite the opposite, I think."
The Healer nodded as she set his right leg down and moved her focus to his left. "In this country, twins are rarely matched with an unmarried wizard. They are always in subordinate relationships…second and third wives at best. Our Head wants his great grand-daughters to live their lives in India, and act like proper Indian witches and proper Indian wives. The more that Hermione acts like a proper Memsahib…like a proper primary wife that won't steal the girls away to England and turn them into mini-memsahibs…"
"So I'd still have to marry Hermione first, before I could keep the Twins from being sold off to someone else?"
The Healer nodded, not willing to risk breaching the outer boundaries of her required deference to familial authority.
The-Boy-Who-Won sighed as she shifted her focus to his left arm.
"Well, at least I know," he decided. "So…will anything that might happen tonight close the doors on contract negotiations?"
Madhura chuckled. "Not unless you wish to enjoy congress of a herd of cows."
"It is what the Kama Sutra calls full congress…or sexual intercourse…with more than one woman at the same time."
Harry chuckled, and shook his head.
"No, I'm not going to be greedy…incremental steps, and all that. So does that mean that full congress is okay, just so long as it is only with one…erm…cow?"
The Healer chuckled as she reached over his body and lifted his other arm. "The absence of a herd would be an advisable upper limit on your activities."
"How about half-full congress with a herd of cows?" Harry teased.
The Healer laughed, and shook her head. "I think it wise for you not to phase it that way. Perhaps if you used the English word 'therapy' in your translation of the original Sanskrit?"
Harry shared in the laughter, not hearing the sound of a door closing.
"And when the second wife is married, and brought to the house, the first wife should give her a position superior to her own, and look upon her as a sister. In the morning the elder wife should forcibly make the younger one decorate herself in the presence of their husband, and should not mind all the husband's favour being given to her."
"C'mon Harry, hurry up!" Parvati called out. "You're cutting into our therapy time!"
The Healer and her patient both turned towards the door, where Parvati and her sister each had an arm looped in Hermione's. All that they appeared to be wearing were their knee-length aprons and elbow-length gloves. Hermione had also changed, and was now wearing a long white silk dressing gown that was tightly tied at the waist. She caught her boyfriend's eyes and smiled.
"Do you like our uniforms?" she asked.
"Don't ask that until he sees the complete outfit, Memsahib!" Parvati protested.
Healer Patil chose that moment to return her focus to her patient. Harry more than made up for this loss of attention as Padma and Parvati spun around and showed him a whole lot of skin and the little bits of string and fabric that formed the back of their thongs.
"Erm…yes, very nice uniforms," Harry stammered, hoping that his rapidly growing erection wasn't all that noticeable.
"Yes, they are, aren't they?" Hermione asked, pulling Padma and Parvati back around until they faced the bed. She then added, "Are you ready for them, Healer Patil?"
"Sure looks like Harry is ready," Parvati quipped. She squeaked when Hermione's "Hush!" was punctuated with a light spank.
"Yes, Memsahib," she giggled.
Healer Patil shook her head and smiled as she gained her patient's attention.
"You are continuing to make good progress, Harry," she said.
"How long before we'll know if the treatment is going to work?" he asked.
The older witch nodded her head. "Keep your spirits up, Sahib, and allow us the time necessary to provide these treatments."
Parvati grabbed her sister's hand and dragged her to Harry's bedside. "I agree, Auntie…so can we have our time now to keep his spirits up?"
The Healer looked down at Harry. "Have I answered your questions, then?"
"Yes, thank you."
Hermione stepped up to the bedside next to Padma and asked, "So Auntie…if there is time…I have a few questions of my own?"
The Healer nodded. "Do you wish to ask them here, or…in a more private setting?"
The Muggleborn witch nodded in agreement, then nodded towards the screen that separated the television viewing area from the rest of the room.
"Maybe…they really don't need my help to do either the salve treatment or the stones."
Harry gave Hermione a serious look. "Maybe not, but…is it okay if they start without you here?" he asked.
Hermione smiled, and nodded bravely. "I will have the night shift all to myself, right?"
"Squee!" Parvati exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her bare feet.
Healer Patil nodded, and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder while she addressed her nieces. "Just mind which appendage you're working on in Memsahib's absence."
"Awwww….." Parvati whined.
"Shush," Padma loudly whispered. "That just means we have to wait until she comes back."
"Oh…alright then," Parvati said, balancing in her head what they might do with and without the Memsahib's supervision.
"Come, Hermione," the Healer said, taking her hand.
The bushy-haired witch followed the Healer as she walked behind the screen and took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs placed in front of the television/VCR entertainment center.
"You do have your spidey-sense working, right?" she asked, glancing nervously back towards the screen.
The Healer nodded. "Perhaps it would be better for you to be with them?"
Hermione took a deep breath, then expelled it and shook her head.
"No, I've got to do this…I've got to let them do this…"
"It must be hard," the older witch noted.
"Oh, yeah…he was hard, alright."
"No, I mean the sharing…it must be hard for you to trust…to risk…"
Hermione nodded. "But I'm not the only one who is sharing, am I?"
"That is true, Dear…so…you had some questions?"
"Given time available, can I be blunt?" Hermione asked.
That Harry had started with that exact same question brought a smile to the Healer's lips. The smile grew as the Muggleborn witch proceeded to share the exact same concerns that Harry had expressed earlier. Healer Patil, in turn, gave the same answers. Hermione's actions that day would help, rather than hurt potential marriage contract negotiations. Nothing Harry and Hermione might do that evening would hurt either, so long as they drag the Twins into their bed. And short of that step…and so long as it was considered therapy…
"Padma…mind the positions of those stones!" the Healer suddenly admonished.
A voice from the other side of the screen replied, "Yes, Auntie…sorry Auntie…"
Hermione arched an eyebrow.
"She accidentally stimulated his healthy limb," the Healer explained.
"Really?" Hermione asked, staring at the screen. "Funny that Harry didn't scream like last time."
The Healer chuckled. "Parvati's breasts may have served as an effective sound insulator."
Hermione frowned. "I have to admit that the level of detail provided by your spidey-sense is unnerving."
The Healer shrugged. "It can be as much of a curse as a gift," she replied. "To have a strong sense of what twenty different patients are doing, or what they are having done to them, all at the same time…quite maddening, unless one is able to develop appropriate filters."
"Ah…so you aren't keeping track of every thing that is happening to Harry?"
"Not unless what is happening rises to a level of concern…"
Healer Patil turned towards the screen and said, "Padma, scoot forward if you must straddle your patient!"
"Well that's good," Hermione sighed, looking back at the screen and shaking her head. "Although, still seems strange….isn't it strange that…I mean, for you to be in the same room while they are…you know…"
Healer Patil smiled, and placed a comforting hand on Hermione's knee. "We have had good fun calling these things therapy, even if others would consider them inappropriate behaviors. Yet there is more healing to be found in the love that you are sharing with that young man than any alternative kind of medicine."
The bushy-haired witch looked down at the Healer's hand on her knee and covered it with her own.
"Well…if you really think that's the case…"
"Then I guess I've got some therapy to help with," Hermione stated, nodding her head.
"I've answered all of your questions, then?" the Healer asked.
Hermione chewed on her lower lip as she stood, glanced towards the screen, and fingered the knot in her dressing gown's sash.
"Yes, thank you…except…"
"So how high can we fly out there without hitting your radar?"
Hermione chuckled. "How vigorous can the therapy get before it breaks through your spidey-sense filters?"
The Healer's eyes sparkled.
"You've lost interest in exploring those limits on your own, then?" she asked.
"Okay, then…how much time do we have before you need to leave?"
"Approximately fifteen minutes…enough, I hope?"
"Guess we'll make do," the younger witch replied with a wink, walking towards the screen.
"On the second and third nights, after her confidence has increased still more, he should feel the whole of her body with his hands, and kiss her all over; he should also place his hands upon her thighs and shampoo them, and if he succeed in this he should then shampoo the joints of her thighs. If she tries to prevent him doing this he should say to her, 'What harm is there in doing it?' and should persuade her to let him do it. After gaining this point he should touch her private parts, should loosen her girdle and the knot of her dress, and turning up her lower garment should shampoo the joints of her naked thighs. Under various pretences he should do all these things, but he should not at that time begin actual congress."
Hermione turned the corner...and stopped short at the sight.
Parvati had Harry's face pressed between her breasts. Padma had Harry's chest pressed between her thighs, as she sat on his chest and ran a stone up and down one of his arms. He was naked…the Twins, almost so wearing only their thongs.
Hermione gawked at her three lovers for a few moments. Padma interrupted Hermione's musings when she dropped first one stone, and then the other onto the side of the bed and gave her sister's bum a playful slap.
"Time for the patient's sponge bath," she announced.
Parvati squirmed away from the slap, but kept her back turned as she held Harry's head in place.
"You start at the top, I'll start at the bottom, first one to the middle wins?" she asked.
"Sure that you two are cleared for that kind of treatment?" Hermione called out.
Parvati dropped Harry's head to his pillow as she and her sister turned sharply towards the new arrival. Hermione had a very stern expression on her face as she stood with her arms folded across her chest.
"Erm…hello, Memsahib?" Padma said nervously.
"Finding their treatments therapeutic, Harry?" the bushy-haired witch asked sharply.
Harry looked up at the nearly-naked witch who was straddling his chest, then turned to her nearly-naked sister, whose bum was pressed up his arm as she sat on the edge of his bed.
"Well…erm, you did say that they should start…right, Hermione?" he stammered.
His girlfriend held the other three teens in her gaze, doing her best imitation of her former Head of House, before she lost it and broke out into laughter.
"Oh…the look on your faces…" she giggled, as she walked towards the bed.
Harry let out a deep breath and smiled.
"Got your questions answered, then?" he asked.
"Yes, just in time for your bath," Hermione replied.
"Awww….I thought that we got to do that!" Parvati whined.
Hermione shook her head. "Oh, Parvati…have either of you given a patient a sponge bath before?"
Padma shook her head. "That wasn't a problem for you, the first time though…was it Harry?"
"Erm…" Harry stammered, as he glanced between Hermione and Padma.
"I think that maybe you two should watch me do the procedure," Hermione declared.
"Didn't we do that this morning?" Padma asked.
"No, we were a little rushed…you two were working with the stones at the same time, right?"
"Well…I guess…" Parvati said glumly.
"Then it's settled," Hermione said with a nod, as she slipped her dressing gown off of her shoulders and let it drop to the ground.
While Padma and Parvati had known that Hermione hadn't been wearing anything underneath the robe, that didn't keep them from catching any less of a breath in their throats than was presently caught in Harry's at the sight of her standing there starkers.
"Right, so Padma…you'll need to be skyclad too for this demonstration," Hermione said matter-of-factly, as she walked up to the charmed basin of warm water that was sitting on a night stand.
"But I don't?" Parvati asked.
Hermione shrugged as she dipped a wash cloth into the water then wrung it out.
"That's up to you," she replied, as she placed the cloth in her former dorm mate's hand. "If you think that you'll get your nurse's uniform wet as you rub Harry down…although, from the looks of it you've already managed to get it wet…"
"What?" asked Padma. "Why does she get a wash cloth…why does she get to rub him down? Thought you were giving Harry the treatment?"
Hermione turned towards the former Ravenclaw and smiled. "No, silly…I said that I was going to provide a demonstration…I never said whom I was going to do it on, did I?"
"What….?" a very befuddled wizard asked.
Hermione smiled as she leaned down and whispered into her boyfriend's ear.
He smiled even more as he listened to her.
"Do I mind? Are you fucking kidding?"
"Language, Sahib!" a voice called out from the other side of the room.
Harry looked towards the screen, and began to laugh.
"Sorry, Auntie," he replied.
"It's settled, then," Hermione stated. "Padma, once you lose the thong you'll need to lay down next to Harry…"
"What?" asked Parvati.
Hermione teased. "Well, Sweetheart, I've already washed you today, and I did promise Padma that I'd do the same for her…it'll just be a horizontal wash-up, rather than a vertical one."
"Oh, I think that Harry is very vertical at the moment," Parvati teased, nodding towards his erection.
"Can you blame me?" he asked.
Parvati smiled, and shook her head. "Maybe Padma's wash-up should be vertical, Memsahib? It might be a more…instructive demonstration for both Harry and me?"
Harry gasped. "Erm…that does sound nice," he said. "But…"
"It's just that…if you are washing me off, Parvati…you'll be the one that I am going to be watching."
"Oh, you are so…good answer, Sweetheart," Hermione said as she leaned down and gave Harry a kiss. Then she stood up and slapped Padma's bum.
"Running out of therapy time, Luv," she announced.
"Yes, Memsahib," Padma giggled as she stripped off the thong.
"Oh, my…." Harry gasped, as he stared at Padma's bits.
"What?" she whispered, as she climbed onto the bed and lay next to him.
"Sorry, it's erm…just the first time that I've see you like….first time you've taken that incremental step," Harry stated.
Parvati gasped, and looked back towards the screen.
"It is, isn't it?" she said with delight, as she stripped of her own thong and climbed onto her side of Harry's bed. She stayed up on her knees, which meant that Harry's gaze shifted to three different levels as he directly compared (for the first time) just how creative each of the three witches was with a depilatory charm.
"I am leaving in five minutes," a voice called out.
The four skyclad teens looked towards the screen, all amazed that this was the Healer's most pressing concern.
"Well, then…no time to waste," Hermione stated, as she lifted Padma's nearest leg and caressed it with her cloth.
"I'm glad you think that I'll be able to last that long."
"You and me both, Harry," Padma hissed as a wash cloth traveled up the inside of her thigh.
Hermione snickered. "Now, Parvati…there are, of course, some anatomical differences between our two patients…"
"Praise the Gods for that!" Parvati quipped.
"Yes, so…when we get to those differences, you'll just have to…improvise."
"I think I can do that."
"And take your cues from your patient, of course," Hermione added. "They'll let you know if you are doing things right…right Harry?"
"Uh….huh…." he grunted, as Parvati began to fondle an anatomical difference.
"Uh…huh…is…right," Padma hissed, as Hermione followed her sister's lead.
Healer Patil allowed for a few extra minutes of therapy, so that there could be a wash-up after the wash-up. When she announced her imminent departure and stepped out from the screen, she discovered the three teen-aged witches nearly dressed, and their patient completely asleep…and snoring.
"Are you sure that this is because of the therapy?" Parvati asked, after a rather loud snore.
"We'll just have to wait a few weeks to see, won't we?" her Auntie replied.
"Or wait until tomorrow and ask Memsahib," Padma quipped.
"And how will I know?" Hermione asked.
The Ravenclaw smiled. "By taking that last, biggest, best incremental step when he wakes up, Luv," she replied.
"Yes, well…we see how big a step we're ready for," Hermione giggled.
Healer Patil cleared her throat when the bushy-haired witch walked towards the bedroom door.
"Aren't you planning on taking the night shift, Dear?"
"Thought I ought to change into my nurse's uniform," she replied.
"Wasn't anything wrong with the uniform that you were just wearing," Parvati quipped.
"Yes, well…guess I just have something in mind," said Hermione. "Would one of you two run back to the wardrobe and fetch that pink teddy?"
"The one with the Muggle snaps in the crotch that is sheer enough for us to see your nipples and pubes?" asked Parvati.
"Yes, that's the one."
"And on that note?" Healer Patil asked. "I'll see you all in the morning."
"Good night, Auntie," Padma said, as she stepped up and kissed the Healer's cheek.
It pleased the older witch greatly that both Parvati and Hermione said (and did) the same.
"Some women of the harem, when they are amorous, do the acts of the mouth on the yonis of one another, and some men do the same thing with women. The way of doing this (i.e. of kissing the yoni) should be known from kissing the mouth. When a man and woman lie down in an inverted order, i.e. with the head of the one towards the feet of the other and carry on this congress, it is called the "congress of a crow"."
When Harry woke early the next morning there was a weight on his chest and mass of bushy-brown hair in his face.
It took a moment for him to clear the cobwebs and sort it all out. Parvati had been giving him the most amazing sponge bath hand job while Hermione rubbed off Padma right there next to him. He had been really close to cumming, and Parvati had tried to go down on him, but her Auntie protested from behind the screen. So she had pulled her head back, but not fast enough and…he had really made a mess on her face. But then Padma pulled her sister across his body and licked Parvati's face clean, and then Padma orgasmed, and then Hermione pulled her fingers out and fell down...part on Padma and part on Parvati...who was on top of him sideways, and it was a big jumble of limbs and bits, and….
And that was all he remembered, damn it!
So he must have fallen asleep, and Hermione worked the night shift while sharing his bed, and she was wearing a pink silk something, instead of being naked like he was, because…..because….
It was a very good question, Harry thought. And the shift in his girlfriend's weight indicated that she might now be awake enough for him to ask it.
The bushy-haired witch moaned, then slowly lifted her head off of his chest.
"Good morning, Harry…sleep well?"
"Brilliantly," he replied, as he lifted his head and placed a kiss on her lips. "I'm just sorry that…"
"That what, Harry?"
"Well, I know that I got…got plenty of relief last night. And I'm pretty sure that Padma did too."
"Oh, yeah…she did," Hermione giggled.
"But…then I must have fallen asleep, before Parvati or you were able to…unless, of course…."
"Oh, Harry, there you go, worrying about others," Hemione said. She reached down, grabbed Harry's erection, and began to stroke.
"Would you like me to describe in vivid detail how Parvati and I helped each other get relief yesterday under the canopy shower?"
"Hmmm, sounds nice," Harry groaned. "Just wish that I could have been helping out as well."
"That sounds like something to work towards," said Hermione.
"Erm…just wondering…not that I expected you to sleep starkers, of course, but…"
His girlfriend giggled, and gave him a playful squeeze.
"Don't you like my uniform?"
"Erm…of course. It feels nice against my skin, and it's very pink, from what I can see…."
Hermione let go of her grip, pushed back their blankets, and popped up to her knees.
"It's called a teddy, Harry. I'd be happy to take it off…"
"No, no…unless you wanted to, of course…"
"Good," Hermione said, as she swung a knee over Harry's chest. "Because I was hoping that you would finish your sunburn inspection."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Oh, yes," Hermione cooed, as she stood up onto the mattress, her feet straddling his hips. Pushing the white mosquito netting away from her face, she carefully stepped up to the head board, swung around so that she was facing his feet, then squatted over his face .
"So what do you think? Did I get burned?" she whispered, scraping her fingernails down his chest.
Harry snorted…he could hardly see anything since it was still dark. But he played along, particularly since the darkness did nothing to hinder his sense of smell.
"Erm…not that I can see, but…with you wearing this…teddy?"
"Oh, yes," Hermione acknowledged. "Well, then…want to help me remove that barrier?"
Her boyfriend sighed. "I would if I could…"
"Oh, but I think you can, Harry," Hermione teased, as she lowered herself closer to her face. "Just start digging around…you might find a way…"
She gasped as Harry took up the challenge.
Harry grinned when he felt the three metal snaps with his tongue. He grabbed the corner of fabric with his teeth, and pulled backwards.
His lover gasped after the "pop!" of each of the unsnapped snaps, and gasped again when she settled on his face and he resumed his sunburn taste testing.
He would have gasped when Hermione leaned forward and took him into her mouth at the same time, but his mouth was otherwise occupied.
"Though a woman is reserved, and keeps her feelings concealed; yet when she gets on the top of a man, she then shows all her love and desire."