A Wonderful Granger Vacation CH.1 (Patreon)

Hermione Jean Granger was almost vibrating with excitement as she stood outside her mum's house, eagerly waiting for her to answer the door. A part of Hermione couldn't believe the day was finally here. After a year, it was time for their annual mother-and-daughter girls' trip. Hermione still remembered last year when she and her mother visited Ireland for a week. They spent the week touring all over the country, enjoying the beautiful streets of Dublin city and climbing the magnificent cliffs of Moher. It was an amazing week for mother and daughter where Hermione bonded with her mother after staying away for an entire year while studying muggle subjects at the University.

As Hermione was lost in her memories, her mother, Emma, opened the door with a warm smile, instantly pulling her into a hug.

"Oh, it's so good to see, Hermione," Emma Granger exclaimed, embracing her daughter in a tight hug.

Hermione smiled back, appreciating the genuine affection in her mum's embrace. "I've missed you too, Mum," she replied, returning the hug with equal enthusiasm.

As they pulled away, Hermione's mum held her at arm's length and examined her face with a proud smile. "You look wonderful, dear. Oxford seems to agree with you."

"Thank you, Mum. It's been an incredible experience so far," Hermione replied, a hint of blush colouring her cheeks. She knew she looked good today. Her time away from home had taught her the value of presenting herself well in everyday life. Her professors at university took her much more seriously when she didn't have bushy brown hair falling out of place and ink smudged all over her clothes. Nowadays, Hermione made sure to look well put together, with her hair pulled back neatly into a ponytail and a bit of makeup on her face. Today, she was dressed in a nice green blouse along with charcoal grey jeans, which made her appear smart and attractive.

Her mum beamed with maternal pride. "I knew you'd thrive there, dear," she told Hermione before a mischievous look appeared in her eyes. "So, any exciting news to share now that you're here? Maybe something about a new boyfriend?" she asked cheekily while gesturing for Hermione to come in.

Hermione chuckled, shaking her head in amusement as she followed her mum inside the house, dragging her large purple suitcase behind her. "You know I'm too busy for that, Mum. It's all I can do to find time in the day for six hours of sleep," she remarked.

Her answer caused her mum to pause in the hallway, turning around to look at her with a raised eyebrow, a look of concern on her face. "Six hours of sleep? Hermione, you need to take better care of yourself, dear. You can't keep up this hectic schedule forever."

Used to her mum's excessive worrying about her health, Hermione waved off Emma's concerns with a dismissive smile. "I'm managing, Mum. Between classes, studying, and my thesis, there's barely a moment to spare. But I love what I'm doing, and it's worth the effort."

Concern still lingering in her chocolate brown eyes, her mum sighed, "Just promise me you'll listen to your body and not push yourself too hard, darling."

"I promise," Hermione assured, giving her mother a reassuring hug. "I know when to take a break."

Finally, Emma decided to drop the subject. Instead, she led Hermione into the kitchen and gestured for her to take a seat on one of the fancy stools by the kitchen island. As she sat down, Hermione shot her mother an eager look, "So, are you finally going to tell me where we're going, mum?"

Emma chuckled in response, shaking her head with slight amusement as she began to prepare some tea. "Not yet, dear. But just be a little patient; I have something else to share with you first."

Hermione found herself becoming a little curious at Emma's words. "Oh, what is it, mum?" she asked her politely.

Surprisingly, her mother became a little nervous at the question. She waited until the tea was ready before taking a seat before Hermione, setting a cup in front of her.

"Hermione, dear, I recently met someone," Emma began, causing her daughter's eyes to widen in surprise. "His name's Harry and he's a wonderful guy. I like him very much."

It took Hermione a few moments to digest this new information. A part of her felt a little angry that her mum was already moving on from her father so soon after the divorce, but she decided to ignore it. Instead, Hermione gave her mother a big smile. "That's brilliant, mum. I'm glad you're happy."

At Hermione's words, Emma's face lit up with happiness. "Oh, I'm so happy you're okay with this, darling. I was afraid that you would hate him on principle and that would've made this trip so much awkward."

As Emma finished speaking, Hermione gave her mother a puzzled look, not understanding what she was saying. "What do you mean, Mum? Why would it have been awkward? It's not like he's joining us, right?" she asked with furrowed brows.

In response, Emma let out a small chuckle. "Of course, Harry's joining us, silly," her mother answered with a fond shake of her head, "Surely, you can't expect me to leave my boyfriend behind for a week?"

Hermione looked at her mother in disbelief, "But it's our weekend, mum. Surely, you're not inviting him along," she asked her in an aggravated voice.

In reply, Emma dismissed her concerns with a wave of her hand. "It'll be alright, sweetheart. We'll all have fun together, I promise."

Hermione had to bite her lips to stop an angry retort at Emma's reply. She crossed her arms across her chest, her face screwed up into a frown turning away from her mother. Emma sighed at her daughter's reaction. 'I guess it was my fault for expecting her to be okay with this' she thought to herself, sending Hermione a sad look.

The tense atmosphere between Hermione and Emma dissipated as both of them heard the sound of footsteps coming downstairs from the second floor. A few seconds later, a tall, well-built man entered the kitchen, dragging a couple of suitcases behind him. Hermione found herself gaping as she stared at her mother's new boyfriend, and her eyes widened as she recognized him. It was none other than one of her old classmates from Hogwarts, Harry Potter.

As Hermione sat there in shock, Harry dropped the suitcases on the floor before saying to Emma in an amused voice, "Darling, do you really need this much stuff for a week's vacation?"

Emma sniffed haughtily in response to the question. "It's only two bags, Harry. Besides, I've only packed the most important things."

Harry smiled, raising his hands in surrender. He then made his way towards Emma and pulled her in for a searing kiss. The older woman squeaked in surprise before melting in Harry's arms. She threaded her fingers through his soft, black hair as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. The two of them completely ignored Hermione as they passionately made out with each other, lost in their own little world. The brunette witch finally snapped out of her daze as she realized what was happening. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment as she observed her mother French-kissing a man in front of her. Quickly, she jerked her face away from the duo and let out a cough.

Emma quickly broke the kiss as she realized what she was doing. "Oops, I'm sorry, Hermione," she apologized to her daughter, giggling in embarrassment. Meanwhile, Harry chuckled, running a hand through his messy, black hair. He then extended a hand towards Hermione, introducing himself, "Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Harry."

Hermione's eyebrows climbed upwards as she realized Harry didn't recognize her. She couldn't believe he had already forgotten her after spending seven years in the Gryffindor house together. However, in the end, Hermione decided it didn't really matter. She accepted Harry's hand, shaking it firmly. "It's nice to meet you too, Harry. I'm Hermione," she told him.

Suddenly, Emma let out an excited squeal, clapping her hands together. "Hermione, Harry is also magical. Can you believe that?" she told her daughter with enthusiasm.

Hermione smiled politely in response. "Oh, really?" she said, before asking Harry, "Did you go to Hogwarts as well?"

"Yeah, I did," Harry replied, gazing at Hermione in curiosity. "Did we ever run into each other there?"

Hermione couldn't help but feel annoyed that he still didn't remember her, "Yeah. Maybe a couple of times," she told Harry indifferently before turning to her mother, "So, are you going to tell me now where we're going yet?"

Emma's face split into a wide grin as she answered her daughter excitedly, "Oh, right, I didn't tell you yet. Harry's taking us to a private island in Spain, Hermione."

"The place belongs to my godfather, Sirius Black," explained Harry modestly when Hermione looked at him with wide eyes, "I asked him and he loaned it to me for a week."

Hermione was still a bit dazed from the news that they would be staying at a private island when her mother asked her a question, "Where are your bags, Hermione?"

"Oh, I've shrunk them, Mum," she answered, patting her pockets.

Immediately, Emma turned to Harry and swatted him on the shoulder. "Why were you complaining about my bags when you could've done that too, huh?"

Harry chuckled back in response to Emma, "Because I didn't want you to get into a bad habit, babe. Tell me, if you knew I could do that wouldn't you've packed even more stuff even if it was useless?"

Emma blushed, knowing Harry was telling the truth. "I'm not that bad surely," she protested to him lightly. Harry chuckled in response, pressing a kiss against her temple. He then summoned his wand from his sleeve, waving it at her large suitcases. They immediately shrunk to the size of a matchbook and floated up into his hand. Pocketing them inside his jeans, Harry turned to the two women, "Is everyone ready to leave?"

Both Hermione and Emma nodded in reply. Harry grabbed their hands and twisted on the spot, vanishing with a loud crack. They reappeared a moment later on a sandy beach. Emma staggered, unused to the sensation of Apparation. Luckily, Harry was holding her hand so she didn't fall down on her knees. "Ugh, I never get used to this teleportation thing," she complained to nobody in particular before glancing up.

Emma's mouth dropped open in shock as she noticed her surroundings. She was standing on the sun-kissed shore of the private island of Harry's godfather. The air was infused with the sweet fragrance of blooming bougainvillaea, and the azure waters stretched as far as the eye could see, merging seamlessly with the cloudless sky. Lush greenery adorned the landscape, with palm trees swaying gently in the warm breeze, creating a harmonious symphony with the distant murmurs of the Mediterranean waves. The rhythmic melody of nature resonated through the air, and vibrant colours painted the surroundings. Emma found herself captivated by the island's enchanting beauty. She looked towards Hermione and saw her daughter was feeling the exact same things. Both women shared a glance and let out excited squeals before rushing towards the open sea.

Harry's lips curled upward in amusement as he watched Hermione and Emma splashing around in the water, giggling like a pair of schoolgirls. He shook his head at their antics before running toward them, intent on joining in the fun.

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Later that night -

A couple of hours later, Emma Granger wrapped a towel around her body as she stepped out of the shower. Making her way from the ensuite bathroom to her bedroom, she picked up the canary yellow bikini she had laid out on the bed and swiftly donned it. The older woman then approached the large mirror in the corner of her bedroom to check out how she looked. She smiled in satisfaction as she saw her reflection, her eyes gliding over her fit body. Emma couldn't help but think that she looked sexy despite being in her mid-40s. Her medium-sized breasts were more than a handful and looked wonderful encased in her short, yellow bra. She proved that by cupping them and lifting them up. Emma's hands then slid down to her slim belly, moving around her back to squeeze her heavy hips. She angled herself so that her ass was showing. It jutted out of her thin frame, giving her a body that was the envy of most younger women.

Emma let out a surprised gasp as strong arms wrapped around her middle only to relax when she realized it was Harry. "Baby, you scared me," she told him with a pouting cutely.

"I'm sorry, darling," Harry responded apologetically, nuzzling his face against her neck. Emma shuddered as his hand glided down the soft skin of her belly and slipped inside her panties. His fingers came in contact with her smooth, hairless pussy and he gently began to tease her folds.

"Oh my God, HARRY, that feels so good!" moaned Emma loudly, grinding her ass back into his crotch as he rubbed his digits against her wet slit while tickling her hard clit with the pad of his thumb. Her breathing started to become heavier as his fingers split her damp folds before plunging deep inside of her. Emma groaned as Harry went knuckle-deep in her, before slowly beginning to work it in and out of her pussy. She blushed heavily as a wet, sloshing sound emanated from her lower half, feeling copious amounts of juices already escaping her body.

Harry grinned as he heard Emma mewling like a sexy kitten while he finger-fucked her. He gently bit down on the soft skin of her neck before moving his other free hand up to cup her bra-clad breast. He then squeezed her left tit hard while pistoning his fingers in and out of her. Even after dating her for a while, Harry still had trouble believing just how tight Emma's pussy was. It was like fingering a virgin girl. The older woman shuddered as Harry's hand slid under the cups of her bra and groped her bare breast. His finger brushed over her stiff nipple, grasping it and tugging it away from her body.

"FUUUUUCK! I'm cumming," Emma threw her head back and moaned like a whore as her pussy walls clamped down on Harry's fingers, trying to milk his thick digits for everything they were worth. Her body was spasming from the force of her powerful orgasm. The only reason she didn't slide down to the floor was because of him holding her securely in place.

Harry removed his fingers from inside Emma's fluttering pussy as she shook from head to toe. He lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the large, king-sized bed before tossing her onto the springy mattress. While she lay there, gasping and trembling, Harry began to remove his clothes until he was fully nude.

Emma snapped out of her daze, letting out a loud gasp as Harry grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He then lifted her legs up, causing her body to fold in half. "I want you inside me so bad, Harry," she moaned loudly as her boyfriend began to rub his fat, purple tip up and down her sensitive pussy lips before thrusting deep inside of her.

"Fuuuuck, yes, give it to me, baby," yelled the pretty brunette as Harry began to pound her pussy silly. She arched her back and moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets tightly with her fists as the head of his cock mashed against her G-spot. Emma looked up at Harry's face and saw the wild look in his eyes. She knew then and there she was going to be fucked stupid the entire night.