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The Joys of Time Travel (Harry Potter)
The Joys of Time Travel (Harry Potter)
A/N: The Joys of Time Travel was a commissioned one-shot originally written back May of 2018. Posting it here now for your viewing pleasure!
Summary: Harry has prepared a very special present for Hermione, on this very special day. Is she ready for it? Is she ready to face... their future?
Themes: Time Travel, Foursome, Fucked Silly
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They'd gone back to retake their Seventh Year. Of course, they had. Hermione wouldn't hear of anything else, and in the end, Harry had been happy to follow her along. She didn't deserve him, or at least that's how it felt sometimes. Harry James Potter wasn't just the savior of the wizarding world, he was a thoughtful and kind boyfriend who always put her needs before his own.
To say that Hermione was simply happy to be with him in their final year at Hogwarts would be an understatement. After fleeing across the country from Voldemort and his underlings for an entire year, there was something relaxing and oh so satisfying about getting back to the educational grind. On top of that, McGonagall had gone a step further and made the two of them Head Boy and Head Girl. That had left them with their own private dorm together, complete with separate rooms of course... but they'd spent plenty of time in one another's beds.
They hadn't done much yet. Hermione had given Harry her virginity, but both of them were pretty swamped with their work, preparing for their NEWTs and policing the school in their new positions. Most of the time, they fell into bed together at night too exhausted to do much more than makeout and engage in some heavy petting before cuddling close to fall asleep.
All in all, the few times they'd had sex so far had been as awkward as they had been pleasurable. Slowly but surely, they were learning more and more about each other's bodies. Slowly but surely, Hermione was learning how to take Harry's sizable member, while Harry was learning how to use it without causing her discomfort of any sort.
It helped that Harry had outright sprouted in the last year. Hermione didn't know where it'd come from, at least at first. Ultimately, her boyfriend had confided in her over what had happened as a result of Voldemort's defeat. Somehow, the final battle had left Harry changed. Not only had he gotten a magical boost from his vanquished foe, but that magical boost had translated into enhanced mental and physical traits.
For the first time in their time together, Harry could keep up with Hermione's mind. Sometimes, he even surpassed her. At the same time, he was now tall, broad-shouldered, and far more muscular than Hermione had ever thought possible. He was basically the improved version of Viktor Krum. Not that Hermione would ever date someone solely based on their looks, but having her best friend turned boyfriend suddenly become a massive hunk over the span of a couple months was certainly an enjoyable experience.
All the same, their time at Hogwarts was finally coming to an end. A small part of Hermione would have preferred it lasted forever. But a much larger part was excited for what the future held. She couldn't allow Hogwarts to hold her back anymore. She'd graduated just next week with full honors, or the magical world's equivalent anyways. She'd passed every last one of her NEWTs with flying colors, and thanks to her popularity and celebrity, a world of options was open to her.
Harry had done the same, much to the surprise of those who thought they knew him best. He'd completely blown all expectations out of the water with his own scores, but it was likely that he'd be going into politics, given his status as Lord of both the Potter and Black Houses. Hermione didn't mind that too much. In fact, she was tempted to join him by going into the Ministry herself. She had plans and ideas for how to affect change in the wizarding world... and some of those plans could only truly take place if she obtained that seemingly unobtainable post of Minister of Magic.
She wouldn't be the first witch elected to the role, but she would be the first muggleborn. That alone made it a worthy goal in her opinion. Still, it would require plenty of hard work and every ounce of determination that she had to see it done. She would not be able to rest, she would not be able to so much as pause if she wanted to achieve half the things she sought in her lifetime.
Luckily, she would have Harry to help her in that. And speak of the devil, there he was now. Seated at the Gryffindor table, Hermione smiles as she sees Harry striding towards her with a wide grin on his face. The Great Hall is more than half-empty at this point. The Graduation Feast won't be held until next week, and this night's dinner is long over.
Hermione had stuck around to wait for Harry to show up, knowing he was busy with a certain project that had taken him away from her multiple times over the last month. She could tell that he'd either made a breakthrough or finished his work though, simply because of the satisfied, smug look on his face. As he finally arrives beside her, Hermione tilts her head back when he leans down, letting him steal a kiss before he then steals a bun from her half-eaten plate.
"Harry..."
Chuckling as he bites into the bread and chews, the Man-Who-Won shrugs his shoulders, his messy dark hair shifting atop his head from the movement.
"Sorry Hermione, I'm famished."
The brunette witch can't help but smile at her beloved boyfriend, a little exasperated but more amused than anything else. Shaking her head, she just looks at him as he chows down on the bun, going through it in mere moments.
"Oh Harry... what am I going to do with you?"
His grin widens at that, and he slinks a hand down to take one of hers in his palm.
"Well, right now you can come with me. We'll talk about what you can do TO me later."
His eyes twinkle as Hermione's face heats up in a blush. She rises all the same, knowing that while there's a few eyes from around the Great Hall on them, no one is close enough to have heard Harry's proposition. They're a very public couple, and Hermione has long since given up being embarrassed about the invasion into their privacy. People will always snoop and always want to know what's going on between the two of them.
That doesn't mean she has to make it easier on any of them though. Leaning in, she smiles at Harry as she speaks in a low tone.
"Lead the way then, hunk."
And with that, the two of them depart the Great Hall, leaving any wandering eyes behind as they make their way through Hogwarts' corridors over to the private dorms for Head Boy and Girl. As they walk, as Harry leads her along, he glances back at her and smiles more shyly.
"Do you know what today is, Hermione?"
Blinking at that, Hermione considers for a moment. But when she thinks about it, she finds herself at a loss. It's not their one-year anniversary, that's not until the summer, in another two months. Nor is it the anniversary of Voldemort's defeat, that's also not for another month now. Brow furrowed, Hermione has to shake her head back and forth in confusion.
"I don't think I do, Harry."
Giving her a rather goofy grin, Harry shrugs his shoulders.
"That's okay. I suppose today has more meaning to me than it does to you. Today is the day you stayed, Hermione. Today is the day Ron left and you chose not to go with him."
Hermione's eyes go wide at that, even as she's taken back to that moment out in the wilderness, where they'd had such an epic row. Their relationship with the Weasley Family had been strained ever since they chose each other over Ron and Ginny. There was still a friendly enough bond between all of them, but they didn't spend nearly as much time in each other's company these days.
Still, she really hadn't kept track of the day that it had happened on. Was it really a year since then? Had it really been so quickly after Ron's departure that they'd managed to finish their quest and Harry had confronted Voldemort? As Harry continues to give her that same goofy grin, Hermione finds herself blushing and ducking her head in embarrassment. At the same time, she squeezes his hand, all while they continue on to their ultimate destination.
"I didn't know that meant so much to you, Harry..."
"I know. But it did, and I wanted to make something extra special to commemorate the day for you. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that you're really not the kind of girl to care for material things that much. Things can be ruined or destroyed and can even be replaced. Memories on the other hand... memories last forever."
Hermione blinks, even as they come to a stop right in front of the dorm. Harry speaks the password, even as Hermione struggles to digest what he's said. They step inside, and she's half-expecting to see the entire dorm transformed into some sort of romantic tribute, with rose petals and candlelight and all that sappy bullshit. Hermione isn't sure how she'll feel about that.
In the end though, she doesn't have to decide. Because that's not what Harry's been working on for weeks now. As she steps inside of the dorm and the door closes behind them, Hermione finds two more men waiting for her and Harry in the dorm's common area. It takes her a moment to realize who they are. But then, it's not every day that one becomes confronted with two older doppelgangers of one's boyfriend.
"... H-Harry?"
Beside her, her Harry squeezes her hand comfortingly. In front of her, a slightly older Harry grins and waves a casual hand.
"Hey, Hermione."
And beside THAT Harry, an even older Harry stands there, dressed like an aristocrat or something, one hand in his pocket, even as he gives Hermione a soft smile and a nod.
"To see you young again is an experience in and of itself my love."
Even the other Harrys seem a little taken aback by the older one's 'sophistication'. Regardless, her Harry steps past her a moment later and then turns to face her, placing himself in the middle of the trio of dark-haired hunks as he spreads his arms a bit.
"This is what I've been preparing Hermione. Do you like it?"
Hermione's eyes dart between all three Harrys. She flushes crimson as the most perverse thoughts rush through her head. The slightly older Harry, who she would now be referring to as Harry Two for the sake of her sanity, grins wickedly.
"Oh, she likes it. She most definitely likes it."
How is she supposed to react to that? In truth, Hermione has always been kinky. Hogwarts didn't have a copy of the Kama Sutra or anything silly like that, but it had more than its fair share of scandalous content in the restricted section, and Hermione had had access to that since she was thirteen, thanks to just how accountable the teachers believed her to be.
She'd never truly abused their trust in her. She hadn't dabbled in dark magic or anything like that. She'd simply read up on the magics and the histories that the Ministry didn't really want you to know. The sexual stuff went into that category right alongside the dark, and Hermione, being the horny young woman that she was, had consumed it all.
So yes, she did like this. She liked this a lot. It was something she'd fantasized about doing back when she'd first been given access to the Time Turner in her Third Year. She'd never actually tried to do it of course, but many a night had ended with her sweaty in her bed as she fingered herself to the idea of it, of multiples of one of her best friends plowing her silly. It was Harry more than Ron at that point, since she hadn't convinced herself she was in love with Ron Weasley of all people quite yet.
Still... still...
"H-How, Harry? How did you do this?!"
Her Harry grins sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders.
"It's a long story Hermione, but I knew you'd want to know, so I have all my notes for you. These guys are only here for a few hours though. You can pick my brain and look over my writings later, don't you think? For now, I'd say it's time for you to enjoy this to the fullest extent."
And there's the blush again, as the promise of knowledge appeases Hermione and leaves her with nothing left to distract from the inevitable. Not that she truly wants to escape this or run from it. She's filled with trepidation to be sure, but its equal to her anticipation as well. Licking her lips, Hermione nods in agreement with what her Harry has said. She steps forward, closer to all three of her beloved boyfriend, glancing between Harry Two and Harry Three for a moment.
Without prompting, Harry Two pipes up with a grin on his face.
"At the current point in my timeline, you're my fiancé, Hermione. We're getting married in a month. Big ceremony. You're driving yourself mad with worry, but I know it'll be brilliant."
Hermione gapes, only to for her attention to be dragged over to Harry Three.
"And of course, we're married at the point in the timeline where I reside. Happily so, with a third child soon on the way. You do so love to be pregnant my dear."
Hermione thought she was blushing before, but she goes a positively atomic scarlet color, even as the two younger Harry's lift a brow at that assertion. Clearly, she saves pregnancy for after her wedding day, as even Harry Two is surprised by the news that Hermione has a pregnancy kink. Of course, the other thing she has that Harry Three hasn't revealed yet? A daddy kink.
Ultimately, rather than roll up in her head, Hermione's eyes eventually center on the DILF Harry's face. The distinguished older gentleman grins down at her, even as he runs his fingers through her hair. He's not quite face fucking her like Harry Two originally did, but then he doesn't have to. At this point, Hermione is doing it for him, along with a little help from the Harrys fucking her cunt and ass, which in turn causes her body to jar forward into his cock.
"He's not wrong. Belle and Jane... mm, we move on from playing with them eventually though. You find bigger fish to fry."
Hermione can't help but be curious at that. It's in her nature. A questioning noise drifts out from around his massive length, even as she writhes her tongue along the underside. He just chuckles in response.
"You like to call it "Making the Sacred Twenty-Eight" for some reason. And let me tell you, Hermione. You make them quite well."
That brings her up short. The... the Sacred Twenty-Eight were supposedly the twenty-eight British families that were still 'truly pure-blood' by the Nineteen Thirties. Considering some of the families that constituted as members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, Hermione found herself both disturbed... and immensely turned on by the implications of what Harry was saying.
His grin widening, the oldest Harry runs his fingers once more through her curly locks.
"You quite enjoy rubbing it in, my dear. The knowledge that you're a better lover than any of those snooty pureblood princesses leaves most of them in such a tizzy. Though of course, there is one who often ends up giving you a run for your money..."
Hermione lets out another curious whine from around his cock, but Harry just grins and shakes his head in the negative.
"Oh no. I won't be telling you her name. Where would be the sport in that? You'll have all the time in the world to figure it out. I'm sure my younger self looks forward to it quite a bit."
Judging by the way Harry is thrusting up into her cunt with wild abandon at this point, Hermione suspects he is as well. But then, so is Hermione. Even if she can't imagine where some of the females of this "Making the Sacred Twenty-Eight" come from off the top of her head, she can admit that she doesn't know every single witch and wizard in Britain. And she's rather excited to show all of those pureblood princesses their place... just as the older Harry has insinuated.
At that point, the future Harrys run out of things to say, or so it seems. The sounds of sex fill the room as everyone simply enjoys the four way. Hermione most of all, as the trio of cocks digging into her orifices bring her to climax again and again and again. If she thought it was fun being fucked solely by the older version of her beloved, getting plowed by three of Harry is complete and utter bliss. There's nothing more orgasmic than having her boyfriend fuck her cunt, while her future fiancé ruins her poor little asshole, and her future husband forces his cock down her throat.
She's not even gagging anymore at this point, though she's not quite sure why. Judging by the sparkle in DILF Harry's eyes, he might have cast a bit of magic to make things easier on her. In the end, it has the intended effect of allowing her to enjoy every last cock in every single one of her holes, rather than being forced to focus on the one in her mouth and throat, pistoning in and out of her esophagus.
Hermione's eyes roll up in her head eventually, and her tongue lays out of her mouth, writhing against the underside of Harry the eldest's big fat cock as it pistons in and out of her lips. There comes a point where Hermione is barely coherent, completely incognizant of her surroundings. She's nothing but a toy then, a cock sleeve for the three Harrys to use to their heart's content.
And she'd be lying if she tried to claim that didn't turn her on. Luckily, she'd never try to claim that. And in the end, when all three versions of her beloved cum inside of her, Hermione happily takes their loads, coming back to life as if revitalized by their cum as she moans wantonly around the cock in her mouth, swallowing happily and shaking and spasming in pleasure as seed fills her back door and her cunt once more.
However, when the Harrys pull out and Hermione looks to the clock, she finds that not much time has passed at all. Her Harry had told her that she had several hours... and it's really only been about an hour and a half now... there's only one thing to do in the end, right?
"M-More... I want more..."
She sounds like a starving woman, or perhaps a drowning one. Both Harry Two and Three exchange a knowing glance, while her Harry looks up at her with some concern.
"You sure Hermione?"
It's not her who answers, even as she moans wantonly and leans down to capture his mouth with hers, all of his older self's seed already swallowed. As she snogs the hell out of her beloved boyfriend, the other two Harrys just chuckle, Harry Two speaking for both of them.
"Don't you worry, chap. This is just Hermione. Insatiable, needy, and ever so slutty. If she wants more... then you're best off giving it to her until she can't move a muscle. Else she'll find a way to get what she wants from you in the most mischievous of ways."
Harry Three shrugs at that.
"Not that it can't be fun to watch her be an impish little minx once in a while. Still, we're on a time crunch... so let's get to work, shall we?"
And get to work they do. By the time the trio is done with her hours later, Hermione literally can't move a muscle. She's still in her right mind at least, but she feels absolutely exhausted, laid out on her bed covered in sweat and cum, stuffed in every hole as she catches her breath and moans quietly. The trio of Harrys have left the bed to get dressed, but as their time together slowly comes to an end, it's the oldest Harry that approaches her side, a genuine smile on his face as he shows her a picture much like the middle Harry did.
It's her again, of course. This Hermione though is a bit older, and a lot more beautiful. She can tell that this Hermione has gone through childbirth but managed to keep her figure all the same, with pregnancy doing wonders to her tits and ass in a way that left Hermione extremely jealous, all things considered. Blushing up a storm, Hermione considers herself for a moment. Much like the photo that Harry Two showed her, she wants this. But it's a deeper sort of want.
While the thought of kneeling before her fiancé after a night on the town, showing off the load of his cum she's taken in her mouth excites Hermione to no end, the thought of motherhood, of being her beloved's breeder... it gives her a deep sense of impending satisfaction. She WILL make this photo a reality one day. She WILL prove to Harry that she's worth of being his everything.
"T-Thank you..."
Harry the eldest doesn't have to ask why. He simply nods and tucks the photo away, before giving her a wink and a smile.
"Of course, my dear, of course. Now, you rest up, hear? It won't be long before you'll need every ounce of your strength again."
And then he pulls back as he begins to disappear. Across the room, Harry Two finishes shaking her Harry's hand before HE begins to vanish as well. In moments, the two Harrys are gone, sent back to their respective places in the timeline. It's just her and Harry at that point. Walking over to her bedside, the young wizard smiles at her, before leaning down and giving her a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"I hope you enjoyed your present, Hermione."
Flushed with arousal even then, but not quite strong enough to act on it, Hermione simply nods.
"I did Harry... thank you."
And she already had ideas for just how she was going to reciprocate as well. It was Harry Three, the DILF, that had set her brain circuits firing in the best way. She'd had a bit of an epiphany... and now she knew what she wanted to give Harry. It might take a little time and effort to set up... but it would be worth it, in the end.
As she drifts off to sleep, Hermione smiles, satisfied down to her very soul. To know the future was so bright... how lucky could a witch get? Now she just had to reach out and seize the day.
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It takes her a week, but to be fair, she has Harry's notes to do it. The day after the Graduation Feast and the day before they're scheduled to leave Hogwarts, Hermione sets her plan into motion. Harry is out of the dorm, in a meeting with the Headmistress. It's the perfect time for Hermione to set up the ritual circle and perform the necessary magic that Harry himself had cast a week earlier.
Everything goes off without a hitch. Hermione is thrilled, and immensely pleased when the very same white light fills the room that Harry himself has written about experiencing upon successful completion of the ritual. So thrilled is she, that her guard is completely down when a stunner flies out of the white light and hits her right across the chest.
Hermione ends up slumped on the ground unconscious, even as two pairs of feet pad their way over to her, two pairs of identical brown eyes looking down at her knocked-out form.
"Well, this should be fun..."
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Harry hums as he makes his way back to the private quarters of the Head Boy and Girl. He's feeling pretty damn good about himself... but then he's felt pretty damn good about himself for a long time now. McGonagall had offered him the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, and while Harry hadn't accepted yet, he was certainly considering it.
He wouldn't make a decision without consulting Hermione about it first. He knew she had plans for them after Hogwarts, and now that he'd met his future selves, he knew some of what those plans entailed. But amusingly enough, their careers and their futures outside of sex and kids and getting married hadn't actually come up.
Whether or not he spent a year or two as a Hogwarts Professor... Harry didn't really know. His older selves had said something about preserving the timeline, or at the very least not unduly influencing it. Hermione would always be a slut, and Harry would always be a sex-hungry stud. That was immutable. So, having sex with their future selves was perfectly fine, supposedly.
Stepping up to the entrance of the dorm, Harry says the password and walks inside, still humming. He ducks however, when a stunner flies in his direction. Then, he spins out of the way of an Incarcerous. His wand is out a moment later, and the two opponents he finds himself facing off against are disarmed in moments.
Only then does he stop and actually LOOK at who he's fighting against. Luckily, even his instincts held him back, because the two disarmed witches looking at him with amusement in their eyes and coy smiles on their faces can only be Hermione Grangers from two points in the future. Given that HIS Hermione Granger is suspended in midair between them, completely naked and hogtied, it's only easier to find the resemblance. Eyebrow raised, Harry looks between the two older Hermiones, more than a little confused... and a whole lot concerned.
"Girls... what is this?"
The Hermione he assumes corresponded to the fiancé time period shrugs her shoulders and grins impishly.
"Just a little demonstration, Harry."
The other Hermione, the one he keeps finding his eyes drawn to, lets out a throaty chuckle before delivering a sound smack to his Hermione's exposed, naked buttocks, sending her forward a bit as she lets out a squeal through her gag.
"This one needed a lesson. She seemed to be of the mistaken notion that you liked surprises. We know better. We know that you prefer to be in control. And that's why we're here. To teach your Hermione all about handling a big, strong, bull such as yourself."
He's listening. He really is. It's just very hard to pay attention to anything but the oldest Hermione's very pregnant belly. Not that it's obscene or ugly or anything. In fact, the way that the MILF-y Hermione carries herself is immensely arousing. But still, knowing that that child is probably his, or at least his future self's... it fills him with a sense of pride and awe that are hard to surpass.
Still, as Hermione Two and Three begin to approach him, Harry can't help but lick his lips and move to meet them. Their hands run down his body, and they slowly strip him of his clothing. That's just fine by him, his cock was getting a bit too hard in his pants anyways. Regardless, Harry soon finds himself beside his Hermione, who looks at him with lust-filled eyes that nonetheless plead for him to free her. But Harry's not about to do that.
He's more interested in what her future selves have to teach them about his darling girlfriend. There's just so much to learn and so little time...
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