Second chance with Granger CH.3

Harry's POV:

When Harry woke up the next morning, it was to find Gabrielle curled up into his side, sleeping peacefully. Her head was resting on his chest while she kept her arm wrapped around his body, burrowing into him.

Harry smiled as he continued to lie in the bed with Gabrielle. His emerald green eyes drifted down over her naked body. The part-veela was a gorgeous young woman with stunning features and a killer bod. Her face was so beautiful that it would put any Victoria's Secret model to shame, while her silvery-blonde hair was so exotic that it looked out of this world.

A wider grin crept up on Harry's face as he remembered everything that had happened last night. He had to admit Gabrielle was one of his best sexual partners. The young witch was enthusiastic in bed and was always ready to try new things out with him. Something that Harry considered one of the most important things required in his sexual partners. After all, like everything else in life, things tend to get boring a lot quicker if a person does the same thing over and over again in bed.

For the thousandth time, Harry thanked his lucky stars that he didn't decide to become an Auror. It would've been a travesty if his life had led down that path of being a government stooge. Because as fun as it would've been to catch criminals, it was even more fun to have groupies.

Playing Quidditch offered Harry a way of life that he'd never imagined would be possible in his younger years. At the end of the war, he had feared that he would spend the rest of his life being defined by his victory over the Dark Lord.

But luckily, things didn't turn out that way. Harry made a name for himself as something other than the man who'd killed Voldemort. As a result, he no longer shied away from the fame and fortune that followed his every footstep. Harry discovered limelight suited him just fine. He was still famous, but now it was for his talent and hard work, something he had no trouble basking in.

Harry now knew how to have fun. He was no longer a moody teenager. There was no more place for drama or angst in his life. Everything was chill with him. He partied hard with his teammates, had sex with beautiful women all over the globe while owning the sky as the best seeker in the entire world.

Some would say Harry was living the dream life. And he would reply they were right.

Grinning happily from ear to ear, Harry gently freed himself from Gabrielle's arms and got out of bed. He knew from experience that the blonde-haired witch would be sleeping yet for a while, so he decided to let her rest.

Whistling merrily to himself, Harry made his way into the adjoining bathroom and got started on his day. After showering and putting on some fresh clothes, he made his way downstairs to find a hearty breakfast waiting for him in the kitchen courtesy of dear old Kreacher.

Harry thanked the old house-elf and started devouring his delicious eggs, toast, and bacon alongside a glass of pumpkin juice. A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Hermione came into the kitchen. The brunette witch was dressed in a thin white t-shirt and a pair of form-fitting blue denim jeans. As she came closer, Harry couldn't help but admire how good her legs looked in them.

Surprisingly, Harry's best friend blushed and quickly ducked her head as their eyes met.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering what that was about. However, he decided to stay quiet as Hermione nervously joined him, sitting down on the opposite end of the dining table.

Immediately, Kreacher rushed to her side, pitcher in hand and a plate of breakfast floating behind him, which he set in front of Hermione.

"Here you go, Miss. Granger," he said gruffly in his typical bullfrog voice.

After pouring her a glass of pumpkin juice, the House elf bowed low before returning to his position in front of the stove, waiting for further orders from his master or their guest.

Harry and Hermione spent the next few minutes enjoying Kreacher's cooking. They happily took another serving to satisfy the house elf before he stopped urging them for more. The old elf was a wonder in the kitchen, his every dish prepared like a professional chef, but there was a limit on how much a person could eat in the morning.

Finally, when the two of them were finished, Harry wiped his mouth with a napkin before addressing Hermione, "So, did you sleep okay last night?" he asked her politely.

Hermione jerked in her seat. "Y-yeah, it was okay. Thanks for letting me stay here, Harry," she replied after a second, still avoiding his eyes for some reason.

"Good, good," said Harry in return as he looked at her closely, trying to see if he could find the reason behind her strange behaviour. However, he couldn't think of anything obvious, so he shook his head and continued, "Anyway, I was thinking I'll go talk with Kingsley later in the evening. Give him time to finish all of his meetings before heading to his office once he's free."

Hermione's head snapped up at Harry's words. "D-do you want me to go with you?"

"No, it's not necessary," Harry said as he got to his feet. "I think it would be best if I handle it on my own. I don't know how upset he is with you, 'Mione, so it might be better if you don't come across him until I've had a chat with him. If nothing else, I'll just ask him to re-hire you as a personal favor."

"So, do you have any plans for the day?" Harry continued as he and Hermione began to head to the second floor.

"I don't know. I didn't really have anything scheduled today."

"Oh, well, if you want a suggestion, then maybe go out for a walk. It's nice weather out there. You could check out the new cafe a couple of blocks away, or if you want to stay in the house, then there are some pretty interesting books in the family library," Harry suggested as they reached his bedroom.

"Oooh! Yeah, I might do that," Hermione replied, an excited gleam in her eyes.

Harry chuckled in response. Of course, Hermione would be excited at the prospect of getting her hands on rare magical tomes. His best friend was the sort of person who would rather spend her time curled up in her room with a nice book than go enjoy the nice weather outside.

Finally, the two of them parted ways as Harry entered his room. Gabrielle was still asleep, so Harry quietly grabbed his wand and wallet before heading out for a business meeting with the owner of Appleby Arrows in Devon County.

Hermione's POV:

Hermione sighed in satisfaction as she finished the latest chapter of 'Arcane rituals to power Elemental magic'. The thick tome went into a detailed description of how elemental spells were created in the past and their history with various cultures. It described how witches and wizards used rituals to bring down the wrath of nature on their enemies.

The Black family library was filled with several such precious tomes, and Hermione had to admit she had a wonderful time for the last few hours. Now that she was no longer fretting about getting her job, she could finally focus on what she loved - understanding magic and its mysteries. In fact, Hermione was having so much fun that she didn't even realise how much time had passed, and now the sun was setting.

Hermione lifted her arms in the air and stretched. She let out a moan in pleasure as her stiff muscles relaxed from long hours of sitting in the same position. She then made her way downstairs to the sitting room, where Kreacher prepared for her a nice cup of Earl Grey and some finger sandwiches to go along with it.

After finishing the small snack, Hermione leaned back in her seat. She glanced at the clock on the wall and realised it was six o'clock in the evening.

Hermione sighed. She didn't think Harry would be back for another couple of hours, and she didn't have anything to do now. She could go back to the library upstairs, but she didn't want to read anymore.

Bored, Hermione tapped her fingers on the leather couch, wondering how to pass the time for the next few hours, when she got an idea.

Hermione sat up. She looked around, but there was no sign of Kreacher. Most likely, he had retired to his bedroom.

The coast clear, Hermione quickly got to her feet and rushed upstairs, stopping just outside Harry's bedroom.

Standing outside it, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Hermione knew what she was about to do next was a little wrong, but she just had too much curiosity. She couldn't stop now if she wanted.

For the last ten years, Hermione had had zero contact with Harry Potter. They had lived completely separate lives. Deep down, Hermione knew she wanted to find out what sort of person her friend was now. After all, ten years was a long period of time for someone to have stayed the same. People could change their entire personalities in that period.

Hermione knew she would be snooping by going into Harry's room behind his back, but she just wanted to get to know her friend a bit better. And her hope was that maybe something inside his room would give her a clue to help her understand him.

Anyway, all of that was for later. First, Hermione needed to check if the room was even empty. Maybe Harry's guest from late last night was still sleeping inside. If that was the case, there was no way she was going in.

So, heart racing inside her chest, Hermione knocked on the door.

She waited for a few seconds, but there was no answer. Hermione then slowly turned the door handle and pushed the door open.

No one was inside.

Hermione's heartbeat eased a little. It looked like she was worrying for nothing. Gabrielle Delacour had probably left hours ago while she was holed up in the family library.

Now, buzzing with a sense of curiosity, Hermione stepped inside the room. However, rather than taking in her surroundings, her eyes immediately zeroed in on the large king-sized bed in the centre of the room. Before Hermione could even think about checking out the rest of Harry's room, her feet automatically took her towards the bed.

Standing before it, Hermione felt her breath hitch. Her pussy started to become a little wet as she remembered how Harry had fucked Fleur's little sister in this same bed last night. The white sheets on the bed were still mussed, a sign of the activities that had happened on them last night. Meanwhile, the room somehow still smelled of sex and passion.

Hermione closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as memories washed over her. The sexy rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the loud moaning and groaning noises Gabrielle made as Harry held her down on the bed while fucking her from behind, or how she choked and spluttered on his dick as he shoved his big, fat cock down her throat.

The images flashing through her head made tingles run down Hermione's spine, and unconsciously her left hand lifted up to her breast as she found herself playing with her nipple. She pinched and tweaked her hardened nub, trying to coax some pleasure.

Hermione's breathing slowly started to become heavy, and she began to pant almost like a bitch as she rolled and twisted her nipple over her thin t-shirt. As she was not wearing any bra, Hermione could easily pinch her sensitive nub between her fingers, causing pleasure to course through her body.

"Oh, sweet baby Merlin!" Hermione moaned as she played with her tits, squeezing them and rubbing them with her soft hand until her knees went weak from the pleasure and she started trembling. Unconsciously, her other hand slipped inside her jeans, and she began to play with her dripping pussy. Finally, the image in Hermione's head changed. Now, instead of Gabrielle, it was she who was taking Harry's huge cock inside of her. She was the one who lay under him as he came inside her pussy.

Hermione was so into what she was doing that she was just about to cum when suddenly someone let out a polite cough from behind her.

Hermione jumped.

Her left hand fell from her breast while she quickly removed her other hand from inside her jeans in a hurry as she turned around to face the other person in the room.

Hermione blinked in surprise as she found herself face-to-face with Gabrielle Delacour. Her face turned a delightful shade of red as she realised she was just caught pleasuring herself by this person. Before Hermione could come up with a lame excuse, however, Gabrielle cut her off.

"Bonsoir! Enjoying yourself, are we, 'Ermione?" the half-veela said with far too much amusement as she flashed Hermione a wicked smile.

Hermione blushed harder and sputtered. Clearly, trying to justify herself would be a waste of effort at this moment. Even an idiot would know what she was doing a few moments ago, and trying to deny it would only bring her further embarrassment. So, Hermione stayed silent and cursed herself for her carelessness. 'Stupid.'

"How the hell did you miss that Gabrielle is still here?" Hermione thought to herself in chagrin. She then noticed how the other witch's silvery-blonde hair was wet and dripping, and how she had a white towel wrapped around her body. Clearly, Gabrielle had just come out of the shower in the adjoining bathroom.

Hermione winced as she realized she didn't hear the shower running in the bathroom because of the door being closed. Because of that small lapse in observation, she ended up masturbating in front of a complete stranger. And Gabrielle was a complete stranger to Hermione. Despite Fleur being her sister-in-law, Hermione had never spent any time with the younger Delacour sister because of her living in France and very rarely visiting Britain.

As Hermione continued to admonish herself inside her head, Gabrielle raised an elegant eyebrow at her. "So, iz zere any particular reason you are pleasuring yourself in zis room, 'Ermione? Surely, you 'ave your own room in zis big 'ouse to 'ave fun wiz yourself, oui?"

Hermione's red cheeks became even warmer at Gabrielle's blunt question, and she wouldn't have been surprised if there was steam coming out of her ears from all the embarrassment she was feeling at the moment.

Luckily, Gabrielle also saw this and mercifully decided to take pity on her. She chuckled merrily, "Okay, okay, now, do not… how do you say this… uh, combust on ze spot, ma chère. I was only joking, you do not 'ave to tell me if you do not want to."

Hermione couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Gabrielle noticed her reaction and giggled, shaking her head in amusement. Then, without ceremony, she dropped the towel wrapped around her body.

Hermione felt her jaw drop open as Gabrielle stood before her in all her naked glory. Now, the brunette witch had already seen the other witch without her clothes last night while she was spying on her and Harry, but this was a completely new and very different experience for her. Something that once again made Hermione question her sexuality.

After all, last night, there was a transparent wall between Hermione and Gabrielle. She was seeing the other witch from across a room, and even then, Gabrielle's beauty was something out of this world. But now, with only a few feet of distance between them, Hermione couldn't even describe just how beautiful Gabrielle was in person.

It was like looking at an angel. Gabrielle's figure was something that looked like it was sculpted for the most perfect model in the world - all nice curves and gentle proportions. Nothing about her body was out of place or even slightly wrong. Everything was just perfect. From her silvery-blonde hair to her perfect blue eyes, to her thin waist, to her wide, sexy hips - it was all unbelievable with zero blemish. In Hermione's honest opinion, Gabrielle Delacour was the most perfect example of a human female form brought to life.

To her absolute chagrin, Hermione discovered that she couldn't even feel jealous of the other witch for having such a beautiful body. She was far too attracted to Gabrielle to think a bad thing about her in secret.

As Hermione was waxing poetic about Gabrielle inside her head, the other witch bent down and grabbed her dress from the floor. It was her dress from last night, the one that Harry had taken off of her, but she didn't care. She quickly put it on before turning to Hermione with a big smile.

"I am going out to meet a few friends — would you like to come wiz me, 'Ermione?" she asked cheerfully.

Hermione nodded dumbly in response, accepting Gabrielle's hand when offered to her. She followed after the other witch in silence, wondering what sort of friends she had and if they were as beautiful as her.