Arc 2: The Island
Hermione woke up in the morning, feeling the sun on her skin. She was confused for a moment as she wondered where she was. Then it came back to her. The ritual, how they had escaped, and their previous day on the island.
She opened her eyes, staring out of the large window at the surrounding island and the ocean, marveling at how beautiful everything was.
She rolled over onto her other side to look at Harry, who was still fast asleep. She never would have guessed that underneath all his baggy clothes, he would have all those muscles.
She sat up in the bed she looked over at Emma, who was also still asleep on Harry’s other side.
Taking her first real look around the palatial bedroom, she couldn’t help being impressed. Just like the rest of the house, the bedroom was tastefully decorated, modern and functional.
She got out of the bed, deciding to look around the bedroom while she waited for Harry and Emma to wake up.
A few minutes later, as she was staring out of the window again, she heard the sleepy voice of Harry. “Hey Hermione, what are you doing up?”
“Harry,” Hermione turned to face her friend. “I was just looking around. I can’t believe how beautiful this place is.”
“I know,” Harry agreed with a yawn. “I kind of wish I came to visit this place sooner.”
“Why didn’t you?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Honestly, after seeing Grimmauld Place, I wasn’t expecting very much. Nothing like this place,” Harry explained.
“Morning Harry, Hermione,” Emma said as she woke up as well, sitting up in the bed and stretching.
“Morning,” Harry replied as he got out of bed. “I’m going to have a shower before breakfast. Care to join me?” He asked, opening the bathroom door.
Emma looked up and down at Harry’s naked form for a moment before she got out of bed, a sultry smile on her face. “I would love to, Harry. Coming Hemione?” she asked.
Hermione looked between the nude forms of Harry and then Emma, who for all intents and purposes was her twin now. She bit her lip as she thought about what they would likely end up doing during their ‘shower,’ before quickly joining them.
Emma, Hermione and Harry stepped into the large walk-in shower, and the water turned on automatically, already tuned to the perfect temperature.
Harry wrapped an arm around each of his girl’s waists, planting a searing kiss on Hermione’s lips, followed by another for Emma, leaving both of them breathless as the water cascaded down across their bodies.
Hermione took the initiative, lathering her hands in soap as she reached out for Emma, caressing and fondling her breasts with her soapy hands.
Emma was not far behind as she followed Hermione’s lead, making sure to give Harry a good show as they gradually dropped the pretense of showering to openly fondling each other.
Emma glanced down at Harry’s hardened cock, licking her lips as she dropped to her knees. Without saying a word, she wrapped her lips around Harry’s cock, sucking it into her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down as she fondled his balls with her hand.
Harry groaned in pleasure as he looked down at Emma, locking eyes with her as she stared back up at him with her lips wrapped around his cock. It was a sight he would never get tired of.
Harry pulled Hermione to his chest, kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue as Emma worked on his cock. Taking it a step further, Harry fondled one of Hermione’s breasts as he deepened the kiss, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her.
Emma relaxed her throat, sheathing Harry’s cock fully inside her as she looked up at the powerful wizard. She couldn’t believe her life had turned out this way, and now more than ever, she couldn’t imagine going back to her old life.
A recently divorced dentist that worked far too many hours, and never took the time to enjoy the pleasures of life. It wasn’t her anymore, and it never would be again.
Emma she felt herself getting light-headed. She slowly pulled back, still keeping Harry inside her mouth as she licked his shaft.
Harry groaned in pleasure as Emma worked his cock expertly, pleased that she had taken to her lessons so well. “I’m cumming, Emma,” Harry warned before he emptied his balls into her mouth.
Emma stood up, her cheeks puffed out as she held Harry’s cum in her mouth, ready to share with Hermione.
Hermione broke away from Harry, wrapping her arms around Emma, kissing her deeply, as she parted her lips so that they could share Harry’s cum between them.
Hermione and Emma lost themselves in the kiss as they teased and fondled each other under the warm spray of the shower. Their hands exploring each other’s bodies as they pressed their dripping cunts tightly together, heightening their pleasure even more.
As wonderful as it felt, they both knew this wouldn’t be enough to sate either of them fully. There was only one thing that could do that now. Breaking the kiss, they both looked over at Harry, who was already hard for them, and watching them hungrily.
“Wall position girls,” Harry ordered.
Hermione and Emma felt an instant thrill of arousal at Harry’s commanding tone. They moved to the wall, placing their hands on the cool marble as they bent at the waist, sticking their asses out and pressed their cheeks to the shower wall, staring at each other, as they waited for Harry to take them.
Harry smiled, enjoying the erotic sight of his girls presenting themselves so wantonly for his inspection. The water glistened over their toned bodies as a few stray bubbles of soap clung to their skin, enhancing their beauty even more.
He stepped in behind Hermione, reaching up to cup her breasts first, before slowly trailing his hands down her sides, and down her back before he grabbed her ass. He lined up his cock with her pussy and thrust himself inside her, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her silky smooth cunt wrapped around his cock.
“Ugh!” Hermione grunted as Harry parted her folds, filling her with a single thrust. She loved how his cock felt inside her, stretching her so sinfully.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted as Harry quickly built up a steady rhythm, only for him to suddenly stop. She looked over her shoulder in confusion, knowing that Harry had far more stamina than that.
Harry winked at Hermione as he pulled his cock out of her needy cunt, then moved behind Emma. He pushed his cock into her waiting cunt as he held tightly to her hips.
Hermione watched as Harry fucked Emma, keeping eye contact with Emma as she groaned in pleasure, getting louder every time Harry bottomed out inside of her as she impatiently waiting for her turn.
Emma was already dripping wet for Harry when he thrust into her. Quickly working out what Harry was doing, she pushed her ass back with each of Harry’s thrusts, maximizing her pleasure before Harry switched back over to Hermione.
Hermione didn’t have to wait long as Harry was behind her again, hammering his dick into her waiting cunt. She copied Emma, quickly getting into a rhythm with Harry as she matched his thrusts. She was so close now, just a little more and she would cum, but it seemed Harry knew her body just as well as she did now because he suddenly stopped, causing her to growl in frustration.
Hermione’s frustration quickly evaporated after what Harry said next. “full wall.”
Emma and Hermione eagerly dropped their hands down and reached back, pulling apart their ass cheeks, fully exposing themselves to Harry.
Hermione watched from her position as Harry moved behind Emma, plowing back into her cunt, as he worked his cock in and out much faster than before.
Emma closed her eyes tightly as she let out a keening moan as Harry plundered her cunt. It took all of her training to hold her position as Harry brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Her eyes popped open as she felt Harry’s thumb push into her ass. “AWGAWD!!” she screamed out as the unexpected move pushed her over the edge into a powerful orgasm.
When Harry pulled out, Emma dropped to her knees, her legs feeling like jelly as she worked to catch her breath.
Hermione looked over her shoulder at Harry, who moved in behind her next. She held herself open for Harry as he pushed his dick back inside her.
She could feel his chest pressed up against her back as he gripped her hips tightly and started moving, picking up where he left off. Hermione moaned as took her from behind. It never ceased to amaze her how in tune Harry was with what her body craved.
Harry reached up, cupping Hermione’s breasts, and pinching her nipples as he thrust in and out of her well-used cunt. He loved how slutty his girls got when they started fucking, how they finally let go, and gave into their base desires.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” Hermione grunted as Harry kept up his relentless place. Even after a blowjob, and fucking Emma, he was still rock hard inside of her. She came to realize how lucky she was that Emma was here with her, because she didn’t know that she could satisfy Harry on her own.
Harry explored Hermione’s firm, supple body as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. He knew she was close now. He reached down, pinching her clit, and drove her over the edge.
“HAAARRYYYY!!” Hermione screamed out as her orgasm crashed down on her, followed by Harry cumming inside her, setting her off for a second time, and just like Emma, she dropped to her knees, gasping for breath.
Harry looked down at Hermione, their combined juices slowly leaking out of her cunt, and then at Emma, as she started to come around. “You two are amazing,” he complimented. “I’ll get our breakfast ready,” he offered as he stepped out of the shower.
“Thanks, Harry,” Emma said as she stood up on wobbly legs. “We’ll finish up our shower and meet you downstairs,” she said gratefully.
A half hour later, Emma and Hermione stepped out of the shower and back into the bedroom.
“It looks like Harry left some clothes for us,” Emma said as she picked up a swimsuit from the bed.
It was another bikini, this time black, but instead of the thin strings holding everything together like the previous ones, there were sets of thin golden chains.
Emma held up the bikini bottom, examining the gold chains. They were soft to the touch and were able to stretch just enough to put them on. “Look at this Hermione.”
Hermione picked up the other pair, examining the quality of the gold chains as well. “The goblins must have crafted them,” she surmised. “This is also acromantula silk, she said, feeling the fabric.”
“I thought the Goblins only crafted weapons, not clothes,” Emma thought out loud.
“The gold chains look like they’re Goblins made, but wizards probably did the rest,” Hermione replied. “Still, these were definitely not cheap.”
“Let’s see how we look in them,” Emma smiled as she stepped into the bottoms.
When they finished, they walked up to the large mirror, examining themselves. Emma put her arm around Hermione’s shoulders, “Do you think Harry will like them?” Emma smirked.
“Don’t tell me you’re ready for another round already,” Hermione smiled.
“Not right now, but definitely a little later,” Emma agreed.
The pair walked downstairs, following the aroma of coffee, bacon, and eggs. Harry was already sitting at the table waiting for them. “Wow,” he said, looking them over.
Emma took the time to spin for him, giving him a full view before she joined them at the table, taking a seat on the other side of Harry.
Hermione eagerly reaching out for the food, glad to have something other than porridge to eat. Her smile quickly vanished from her face as she got her first taste. She did her best to not spit the food out on the table. It smelled wonderful, but it tasted like ash.
“What is this Harry?” Hermione asked in confusion as she drank a glass of water to wash the taste out of her mouth, followed quickly by Emma, who had the same experience.
“What?” Harry asked. “It tastes fine to me,” he said, taking another bite, pretending to not know what was going on.
“It smells wonderful, Harry, but it tastes like charcoal,” Emma explained.
“Here, let me try,” Harry said, taking a fork full of eggs from Emma’s plate. “… It tastes fine to me.”
“Where did you get this food, Harry?” Hermione asked.
“It was already here,” Harry explained. “The kitchen is fully stocked and under stasis charms to keep everything fresh.”
“We can’t eat any of this,” Hermione said mournfully. “It must have something to do with the ritual or the potions Percy made us drink,” she realized.
“But what would be the point of that?” Harry asked, feigning confusion.
“I don’t know,” Hermione replied, looking enviously at Harry’s plate of food.
“Wait,” Harry said as he stood up. “I think I saw one of the chests marked as food. Let me take a look.”
Hermione and Emma followed Harry into the living room, and watched as he opened and looked through a chest, then pulled out a box. He opened it to reveal a bunch of oval-shaped tablets the size of his thumb. “It says to just add water,” he read the label.
They went back to the kitchen, and Harry placed one of the tablets into a bowl, then poured some water in.
They watched as the tablet expanded and broke apart, turning into the same porridge they were forced to eat after they were kidnapped.
“I didn’t even have to use hot water,” Harry said as he stared down at the steaming bowl of porridge.
“Try a bite,” Harry said as he handed a spoon to Hermione.
Hermione dipped her spoon into the bowl, taking a small bite, then sighed. “The porridge tastes normal.” Would she really be stuck eating porridge for the rest of her life?
“Ok,” Harry said. “We’ll add this to the list of things to figure out,” he said as he placed two more tablets into another set of bowls.
“What are you doing, Harry?” Emma asked curiously. “We only need two bowls.”
“Well, I can’t just eat the bacon and eggs while you’re stuck eating this stuff,” Harry explained.
“No Harry,” Hermione shook her head. “They obviously meant this porridge for us. We don’t know what will happen to you if you eat it, too. It’s ok you eat the breakfast you made, we’ll eat… this.”
“Oh,” Harry replied. “I didn’t think of that…. Hold on though, you were able to eat normal food after they kidnapped us once, so there must be a way.”
“You’re right,” Hermione remembered, brightening up. “There must be an explanation for this in one of these trunks.”
“Ok, let’s just eat the porridge for now Hermione,” Emma suggested. “Who knows how long it will take to go through all of these?” she said, gesturing to all the trunks littering the living room.
After the trio finished their breakfast, they returned to the living room and started going through the different chests. Most of them were filled with Harry’s money and would need to be returned to his vault. They found a chest filled with various documents that Percy had filled out, and receipts from purchases he made.
There were no records of Arcanum’s other kidnappings, or his ‘clients’ leading Hermione and Emma to believe those records must have already been destroyed.
It was about an hour later when Emma hit pay dirt. “Over here,” she called to Harry and Hermione. “I think I found something,” she said, pulling out a sheet of parchment and unfolding it.
“This must be it,” Hermione agreed as she recognized some of the same symbols that Harry drew on them. “This part here definitely is about bonding our magic,” she said as she pointed to a spot in the middle.
“It also says the physical changes are permanent now,” Harry said, reading over her shoulder.
“It also says that we have to eat porridge at least once a day,” Emma added as pulled out another document. “Along with Harry’s ‘essence,’ otherwise it will disrupt the magic flow between us.”
“I guess this explains why they included the porridge,” Harry added.
“There must be something else though,” Hermione said as she scanned through the documents. “One bowl of porridge per day isn’t enough for us to live on. There must be a way to eat normal food.”
“… Well, you didn’t have any problem eating normal food when I was with you,” Harry reminded them.
“That’s true,” Emma agreed. “The only difference was you were feeding us,” she realized.
“Could it be that simple?” Hermione asked as she looked back down at the ritual and sighed. “There’s only enough information here to know how to perform the ritual. It doesn’t go into enough detail to show us how to undo it.”
“We’ve been at this for a few hours,” Harry said, looking outside. “Why don’t we take a break, explore the island a bit?” He suggested.
“It would be a shame to waste a day like this,” Emma smiled.
Hermione looked at Emma and Harry. She really wanted to go through the rest of the trunks, or at least figure out a plan for what to do next, but from the looks Harry and Emma were giving her, they wouldn’t be much help if they stayed and continued searching.
“… Alright, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a little break,” she laughed as Harry and Emma dragged her outside.
They left the villa through the backdoor and walked out onto the white sand beach looking out at the Ocean. Hermione and Emma marveled at how much it looked like the cover of a magazine.
Hermione wondered how Sirius of all people could find a place like this, let alone have this mansion built. She had never known him to think this far ahead.
“Come on, Hermione,” Emma said, taking her hand with a big smile. “Let’s go for a swim.”
“You two go ahead,” Harry said as he sat down in a beach chair and leaned back. “I’ll join you in a bit.”
“You know, Harry… you don’t really need a swimsuit. We don’t mind, do we Hermione?” Emma said enticingly.
“Go have fun,” Harry smiled, slapping them each on the ass playfully. “I’ll be there soon.”
“Ok, but don’t take too long,” Emma said as she practically dragged Hermione to the water.
Harry watched his girls as they ran into the waves and splashed around for a while, enjoying the sun. It was another 15 minutes before they started making out as the waves crashed around them.
It was a very obvious attempt on their part to get him to join them, and as he looked down, he had to concede that it worked. Those two were insatiable, far more than even the ritual had suggested they would be.
He watched them play in the waves, with no small amount of satisfaction that his plan worked far better than he had ever expected.
He had wanted Hermione, but had planned to wait a little longer before following through with his plans. He would still have to kill Krum on principle, but he would thank him first. If Krum hadn’t forced his hand, he would have missed out on the window of opportunity to get both his girls.
Even before the rituals, Emma was a beautiful woman. He knew it was only a matter of time before her idiot of a husband realized what he’d lost and come crawling back. Emma would have accepted him back with open arms, and he would have lost the opportunity forever. It would have been far too messy to deal with Dan Granger after that.
Harry couldn’t help but smile as his girls became more overt as they tried to tempt him into joining them. Their kiss had evolved into full on groping now, as they ripped off each other’s tops, throwing them onto the beach.
The girls had completed the most important aspects of their training, but there were still a few more things they had to learn to be the proper slaves to a powerful lord. He knew they were up to the task and would make him proud.
Emma stood behind Hermione, her chest wedged against her daughter’s back. Harry watched as she slid her hand down Hermione’s chest and slipped her hand into Hermione’s bikini bottom.
Hermione had her head tilted back, resting it on Emma’s shoulder as she looked back at Harry with lidded eyes as Emma fingered her cunt.
Harry had no idea they would be so insatiable when he kidnapped them. He had initially thought the training would take months to come to fruition, and even longer after that to get them to the state they were in now. So wanton, so slutty, and all just for him.
‘I suppose I’ve kept them waiting long enough,” Harry said as he walked up the beach to join them.
Thanks for reading! We are now officially in the second arc of the story, The Island. I hope you enjoy where the story goes next.
From here on out there will be more insight into Harry and his plans, both for Hermione and Emma, and the Wizarding World at large.
If you haven’t had a chance yet, please take a look at my notes and updates post for Real Wizarding World. I have some side stories planned out that you will be able to vote on starting March 8th