"Oh, where is my head at?! I arranged for a meeting with my account manager at Gringotts today!"
Daphne raised an eyebrow at Narcissa's excuse, given less than twenty minutes after Harry and her sister had shown up. It was strange for her to be this transparent about what she was doing. First she'd pretended that she'd just so happened to schedule a casual lunch with Daphne at the same time she'd agreed to meet with Harry and Astoria, and in the same place at that. Now she was trying to convince them that she'd also set up a meeting with Gringotts on this same afternoon? There was no way she was this disorganized, and Daphne doubted even her arrogant and self-absorbed sister would fail to see right through her.
"Your brain sure seems to be all over the place today," Harry said. Daphne hadn't spoken with Harry Potter enough to be able to gauge whether the obvious sarcasm dripping from his voice was deliberate or if he just wasn't any good at masking his emotions, but it was clear he didn't buy Narcissa's story any more than she did. Astoria shifting her scowl from Daphne over to her mother in law, at least temporarily, showed that she wasn't fooled either.
In Daphne's experience with Astoria's mother-in-law, she was calculating and subtle. Being so blatant about this made Daphne think that she was being deliberately obvious about what she was doing, that she wanted all three of them to recognize what she was doing. She never acted without a reason, so what was her motive? Daphne doubted that she was the one this was directed at, because what did she care about being tricked into sitting down with Harry and her sister? She didn't really know Harry but had nothing against him, and it was Astoria who couldn't stand to be in her presence. Daphne actually enjoyed the chance to needle her sister any time their paths crossed.
"Oh, I know!" Narcissa said, shaking her head and sighing. "I don't know what's come over me today! But my meeting is set to begin in under an hour, and I can't go meet with the goblins wearing something as drab like this!" Her robes looked perfectly fine, and in fact she looked better dressed than most Gringotts customers probably were. Another obvious lie. "I beg your forgiveness, but I really must go home and change into something more appropriate."
"That's fine," Astoria said quickly. "If we're not going to get any business done, Harry and I can go back to the office." She was halfway out of her seat before Harry spoke up.
"Sit down," he said. Astoria's arse dropped back down into the chair immediately, and Daphne watched thoughtfully. This was the second time that she'd seen Harry tell Astoria what to do, and her stubborn sister had promptly done what he said both times. This did not fit with the Astoria Daphne knew, and if anything she had only become more obstinate in the years following her falling out with Daphne and their parents. Even him being her boss didn't explain why she listened to him so closely. Did Harry really command that much of her respect? Or maybe this was Draco's doing? It was obvious to her that Astoria's appointment as Harry's assistant was politically motivated, designed to continue Draco's efforts to rehabilitate the Malfoy public image. Perhaps he'd told his wife to be on her best behavior and follow Harry's instructions to the letter.
"There's no need for the entire afternoon to be ruined just because of my mistake," Narcissa said as she got to her feet. "The food's only just arrived, and I'm sure you three are quite hungry. Please, relax and enjoy yourselves. In fact, do so on me. As apology for wasting your time, I will pay for everyone's lunch on my way out."
Someone who hadn't been paying close attention might have missed the way Harry Potter's eyes lingered on Narcissa's arse when she got up, or the knowing smirk that the older woman gave him at the same moment. Daphne's eyes were too sharp though, and while she didn't necessarily concern herself with playing the game overmuch, that didn't mean she hadn't been trained in how to do so. This entire unusual situation called for close attention, and Daphne had been keeping her eyes peeled for just such an indicator.
She had a pretty good idea of what those looks meant, but they didn't explain why this farce was currently happening or why she was part of it. If anything the waters were only muddied further, but the one thing she knew for certain was that she wasn't about to walk away just yet.
"That's very kind of you," Daphne said. "I've never been one to turn down free food." She had no shortage of money, but she was intrigued to see where this was going. Astoria's scowl instantly told her she'd made the right decision.
"And I've never been one to turn down the company of a beautiful woman," Harry said. Daphne fought not to let her surprise show. It wasn't like she wasn't used to men telling her she was beautiful, and many of them were far more flirtatious about it than this. Her surprise was more about it coming from Harry Potter. He hadn't ever struck her as the flirtatious type; he seemed far too serious for such things. But then she noticed the way Astoria's scowl deepened. If looks could kill, Daphne would have been engulfed in flames on the spot.
Yes, she'd definitely made the right choice. If Astoria hated her boss flirting with her sister that much, it was all the more reason for Daphne to stick around and see where this went.
"So tell me about yourself, Harry," she said, leaning back in her seat and getting comfortable. "We had so little chance to get to know each other at school, and I feel like we should rectify that." She looked over at Astoria for a second and smiled at her before turning back to her boss. "Especially if you're working so closely with my sister now."
"This is a bad idea," Astoria said. "You two won't get along at all. Trust me."
"I'm sure we can decide that for ourselves," Harry said dismissively, not even looking over at her. Daphne wondered if he knew how annoyed his assistant was by the idea of him spending time with her sister. Maybe he was as amused by her anger as Daphne was, or maybe he was simply oblivious. Either way, Daphne was pleased that he seemed to be going along with it. And she wasn't the only one who was pleased.
"My work here is done," Narcissa said. Daphne kept an eye on her, and did not miss the little smirk she flashed at Astoria on her way out the door. So that explained why Narcissa had set all this up. Daphne knew that Astoria's mother in law didn't care for her much; it was actually the common thread that had led to Daphne's own sort of, if not friendship, at least mutual understanding with Draco's mother. She'd known this was going to get a rise out of Astoria, and that's why she'd done it. "Enjoy your meal, you three."
--
"I can't believe you," Astoria said as soon as they arrived back in the office. She didn't yell or scream, and Harry had a feeling she was trying to hide her emotions from him. She was trying to seem merely annoyed at what had happened, but he could see the truth. Her face was carefully guarded, but she couldn't hide the fury in her blue eyes. He knew her too well by now to miss how angry she actually was.
"What?" he asked innocently. "I thought it was a perfectly pleasant afternoon. Your sister makes for delightful company."
"Yes. Delightful," Astoria drawled, sounding uncomfortably like her husband. "But did you really have to make plans to have dinner with her tonight? Was lunch not enough?"
"I went to school with her for six years but barely spoke two words to her," he said. "Stupidly, I allowed your husband to color my perception of all Slytherins for many years. Now I'd really like to make up for lost time, and neither of us were busy tonight. Why wait?"
"And is that all it's going to be?" Astoria asked. "You're just going to get to know her?"
"I wonder what you're really asking," Harry said. He chose not to phrase it as a question that magic would then force her to answer. It would be more fun to make her squirm. "You know you're always free to be honest with me."
"Will it be nothing more than a dinner?" she asked. It was obvious she was trying not to show how affected she was by the idea of it being more, but he didn't know why she was bothering. Her vehement animosity for her sister was impossible for her to hide. "Surely it doesn't need to be anything more than that. You have me around to answer whatever demand you give, plus Narcissa is always ready to jump into your bed. And of course you could probably get Pansy or Romilda to fuck you again, or maybe Tonks if she's single again. There's no need for you to touch my sister when you have so many witches available to you."
Astoria did not get along with any of the women she'd mentioned, and had been demonstrably jealous about his dalliances with all of them. That she'd willingly presented not just one but all of them as potential bedmates told him just how opposed she was to the idea of him spending any time around Daphne, and specifically how much she loathed the possibility of them becoming intimate.
"Who knows?" he said. "I think you know by now that I'm always open to new things and new women, especially if they're as beautiful as Daphne." Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Though I suppose it's always possible that I might be too exhausted to even think about getting hard for the rest of the night."
"I doubt that's possible," Astoria said, and he had a feeling she was right. He didn't know how tonight's dinner with Daphne would go or what she may or may not be willing to do should it go well, but he doubted that he would refuse anything that Daphne was interested in doing regardless of how much sex Astoria gave him beforehand. "But I suppose I'll have to do my best."
She pulled her robes over her head and stood before him in her underwear, which she stripped out of quickly. Apparently she wanted to get down to business, so to speak, and get fucked for as long as possible in hopes that it might lower the chance that he slept with her sister tonight. They both knew it wasn't going to make any difference but he would gladly indulge her.
"Put your hands on the desk and bend over," he said. "Stick your arse out towards me."
Astoria rushed to comply, presenting herself to him and spreading her legs. Harry strolled towards her, pulled his robes off and then pushed his boxers down his legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it while he thought about how he wanted to use her.
"I'm not sure what Daphne may or may not be willing to do tonight, but she's going to have complete say in everything. Not like you." He pulled his hand away from his cock, which was going to be ready to go soon enough, and lightly tapped Astoria's round arse cheek. Then he gave it a harder slap, making her jerk in surprise. "You have to do whatever I say. You're mine." He drew his wand in his free hand and cast a now-familiar spell to prepare her for what was to come.
Astoria gasped at the cooling sensation inside of her arse, but said nothing as she felt the head of his cock press against her anus. He'd buggered her often enough by now that it wasn't exactly unexpected.
"Daphne would never be caught dead getting buggered by her boss at work," he said. "She's a good girl." He slammed his hips forward, shoving a not insignificant percentage of his cock inside of her arse in one go. The spell had cleaned and lubricated her so it wouldn't be so rough on her, but it was still a very big thrust and a whole lot of cock for her to take up her bum all at once. But the groan she let out didn't sound pained. He liked to think he knew Astoria's sounds and could read her body language pretty well by now, especially when it came to sex. She wasn't hurt, at least not too much. It was arousal rather than discomfort that ruled her body right now.
"Your sister is a good girl," he said again, driving the point home. "But you're a slut. And sluts get fucked."
Harry got straight to buggering Astoria. There was no need for him to be careful or to ease her in to any of this. She was well used to being used by him now, so he could fuck her arse and fuck it hard right from the beginning. He slammed into her, making her body rock and forcing grunts out of her as his cock claimed her arse.
"Listen to you," he said. "Can you imagine a proper pureblood lady sounding like that like taking my cock up her arse?" He paused for a second to give her arse cheek a swat with his hand before driving back in. "I'm sure Daphne won't be sounding like that if we wind up in bed at the end of the night. But I probably won't be anywhere near her arse tonight. I guess it's a good thing I've got you here to work out all my filthy desires out on."
"Yes!" Astoria whined. Harry blinked and paused in his thrusting for a second, surprised. He hadn't been expecting that. He'd figured she would chafe at the suggestion that her sister was somehow better than her, but now she was here embracing it. "I'm your slut! I'll give you everything you need! You don't need anybody else!"
Ah, now he understood. She would gladly take on whatever role he required of her and accept any name he called her no matter how demeaning. She would do it all in an effort to coax him to keep his hands off of her sister. As much as she'd disliked sharing him with other women (aside from Ginny perhaps, or Pansy at the beginning, both of whom she'd had some control over), it paled in comparison to how badly she wanted to prevent him from being with her estranged sister.
"Is that so?" His hips sped up, fucking her arse even harder. "You think you're good enough that you can make sure I have no desire to shag your sister?"
"Yes!" she shouted, and he was glad he'd silenced the room before beginning. "I'll take it all! I'll take everything!"
Harry stopped talking to her for the next few minutes, focused fully on buggering his assistant as hard as he could. He ran a hand between her legs, and after finding her wet he moved his fingers up to her lips. She popped them into her mouth and sucked her own arousal off of his fingers.
He kept going until he felt his orgasm coming, and he made sure to finish inside of her. He pushed her head down onto the desk and held her there as he came inside of her arse, and he decided to taunt her while in the middle of filling her bowels.
"I doubt I'll be cumming inside of Daphne's arse tonight," he said. Her body slumped down onto his desk as he pulled his cock out of her, and he laughed. "I hope you don't think you're anywhere near done with that. You're going to need to do much, much more if you even want to think about satisfying me before my date with your sexy sister."
She picked her head up off of the table and glared at him..
"Do your worst," she growled. He laughed, picked her up and put her down on the desk.
"You're in for one hell of a challenge if you want this to work," he said. "If you succeed I just might give you a reward. Tell me, what's your favorite reward again?"
"When you lick me," she admitted, looking a little embarrassed.
"Right, right." He nodded, and after a quick spell to clean off his cock he slid it inside of her pussy. She moaned, looking happy to have him inside of her again, but he was about to say something that was designed to really get on her nerves. "You know, if she lets me, I just might spend all night doing that to your sister."
"Don't you dare!" Astoria glared at him and tried to look intimidating, but it wasn't all that effective as he bottomed out inside of her and held himself there.
"Now now, don't be jealous," he said, grinning down at her as he started to thrust. "You'll still have your uses even if she does let me fuck her. I could always call you over after we're done, and you can lick the taste of your sister right off of my cock."
"Fuck, ahh!" Astoria moaned as he started to pick up speed, now fucking her hard enough to make his desk shake beneath her. "Fuck oh, fuck you, Potter!"
"Yeah, that's your job," he said. "And you'd better be ready to do a damn good job of it, otherwise I'm going to be balls deep inside of another Greengrass sister at the end of the night."
--
Harry paced around his home, feeling oddly nervous considering how much sex he'd been having over the last few months. This was a little bit different though. Even with everything he'd done with Astoria, Tonks, Pansy, Narcissa, Ginny and Romilda, all the wild sex he'd had, he hadn't actually been on a date since the end of his relationship with Ginny. And even with Ginny, they hadn't really gone on many dates, especially towards the end.
Harry had grown very confident in the bedroom, but he was feeling woefully out of practice when it came to the things one normally had to do with a woman before it got to that point.
The sound of his floo unexpectedly coming to life broke Harry out of his nervous contemplation. There weren't many people that had unrestricted access to his floo, and he hadn't been expecting anyone. He didn't draw his wand since he doubted it was anyone with hostile intent; he would have felt any sort of attempt to breach the wards surrounding his home.
He peered around the doorframe of his master bedroom in time to see the regal blonde head of Narcissa Malfoy ascending the stairs. She looked up when she reached the top, and smiled as she saw him waiting on her.
"Harry!" she said brightly. "I heard the news from Daphne! I'm so glad that my little mental mistake led to something so wonderful!" She walked towards his bedroom, looking casually elegant in her light lavender dress robes.
Harry scoffed. "Are you still going to try and pretend you didn't do that on purpose? I'm not stupid you know. And neither are you, which is why I know it was all a load of rubbish."
Narcissa smirked at him. "Oh, fine; spoil all my fun. Yes, I planned that. I arranged for you and Astoria to sit down for lunch with Daphne. Surely you aren't going to pretend you're upset about it?"
"I suppose I'm not," he said. "Even if I see right through you and know exactly why you're trying to play matchmaker between me and Daphne, I can't complain too much. She's interesting."
"I had a feeling she would catch your attention," Narcissa said. He stepped back slightly and allowed her to join him inside of his bedroom. "She's not only beautiful but she has a personality that I believed would appeal to you. And it appears I was right."
"Appears so," he said. While a part of him almost wanted to walk away from the entire thing purely because it was obvious to him that Narcissa was still playing her games and trying to figure out a way to take his attention away from her son's wife, he wasn't about to throw this away. She was right; Daphne interested him, and not just because she was drop dead gorgeous or because him spending time with her drove Astoria mad. Those were both benefits to be sure, but it went beyond that.
She'd really interested him at lunch, appearing confident and quick-witted but also casually disregarding a lot of the traditional pureblood ideals he saw so much of from her sister. He wasn't ready to declare his undying love for her or offer to make her his Lady Potter or anything of the sort, but he at least wanted to meet with her more and see where it went.
"When are you meeting with her?" Narcissa asked.
"In a couple of hours," he said. "We're going to meet at the restaurant."
"And what are you wearing?" she asked, looking at his button up and trousers critically.
"This," he said, shrugging.
"You cannot be serious!" Narcissa looked outraged at the very thought. "She'd a daughter of the Sacred Twenty-Eight! Even if she's more progressive than most purebloods, you still need to dress up more than this!"
"I'm not wearing dress robes," he said flatly. "She picked out a muggle restaurant. Even if I wanted to wear robes, which I don't, people would only be looking at me strangely." That Daphne had chosen to eat at what he knew to be a muggle establishment, even if it was a rather upscale one, had come as a surprise to Harry. The Greengrasses were an old pureblood family, and he would have to drag her sister kicking and screaming to such places. It was a contrast that added yet another point of interest into Daphne's favor.
"Even so, you have to put more effort into your attire than this," Narcissa said adamantly. "Please, let me assist you." When he looked at her doubtfully, she sighed. "You can trust me. I have a vested interest in making sure this goes well, you know. Let me help you get ready. You could use a witch's touch."
Harry stuck his tongue in his cheek as he thought about it. She might have a point. He didn't exactly have much fashion sense, so as long as he could keep Narcissa from dressing him in anything too outlandish or formal this might actually be good. He could probably use a female's advice on this, and he didn't have a large supply that he could turn to with this.
"Fine." He nodded. "But nothing too pompous, alright?"
"Splendid!" She clapped her hands and surged forward, reaching for his shirt. "Now let's get you out of these rags."
Narcissa worked quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, and then moving on to his trousers. Usually when she undressed him it was so she could get at his cock, so it was strange to have her pulling his clothes off in a non-sexual way.
Or at least it started as something non-sexual. Her hands brushed against his groin as she pushed his trousers down his legs, and her robes were tailored in such a way that he had a nice view of her breasts pushing against the material. Despite his afternoon romp with Astoria and the potential of a nightcap with her sister, he felt himself growing hard inside of his boxers.
Narcissa felt it too. She looked surprised at first as she felt the bulge against the back of her hand, but her professionalism melted away quickly and a naughty smile spread on her face.
"Well that just won't do, Harry," she purred. ""We'll need to take care of that not so little problem before we even think about getting you dressed. You can't walk into that restaurant with your cock tenting your clothes, not if you want to be any sort of respectable wizard. Good thing I'm here to help you."
"Good thing," he agreed, nodding. She dropped to her knees and tugged his boxers down his legs, and his cock sprang free.
"Oh, I've missed this cock," she said, reaching out to grab it.
"It hasn't even been that long," he pointed out. "What's it been, four days since you've been over?"
"Four days without this cock is four days too long," she said in all seriousness. Then she licked the head of his cock, running her tongue all over it and wetting him with her saliva.
Harry thought about sitting back and allowing Narcissa to blow him as she so clearly intended to, but he decided against it. He put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from taking his cock between her lips, and when she looked up at him in confusion he held his hand out to her.
"Get up," he said. She bit her lip but took his hand and allowed him to pull her back to her feet. Her confusion changed to excitement when he pulled her robe off of her.
"Whatever your motives might have been, you set me up with Daphne." he said. "I think you deserve a reward."
--
Narcissa was delighted as Harry got down on his bed and invited her to join him. She'd only been intending to give him a quick suck to take the edge off and to hopefully endear herself to him a little further just in case he hit it off with Daphne and she hung around, but he'd decided to turn it into mutual pleasure instead.
She eagerly pulled her knickers off and joined Harry in bed, straddling his face and leaning down his body so she could return her mouth to his cock. She'd already been looking forward to getting that wonderful treasure inside of her mouth again, and she was even more motivated to please him now that she was getting some attention in return.
It wasn't as easy to focus on giving him a skilled blowjob when his fingers and his mouth were there and hard at work, fingering her and licking at her clit, but thankfully she'd received Harry's attention often enough that she wasn't too overwhelmed by what he was doing to her. It felt wonderful, but she wasn't going to let her own efforts fall behind. She wanted Harry to look favorably on her skill and her effort tonight.
They couldn't spend all night pleasing each other; he did have a date to prepare for, after all, and Narcissa wouldn't let him show up late or unprepared on her watch. As such, there was a bit more urgency in the bobbing of Narcissa's head and the way she fondled his balls while she sucked him. She couldn't take hours out of her night to worship this cock the way it deserved to be worshipped, but she could make the time that they did have as memorable as possible for him. She took him deep, her lips forming a tight seal and her head smoothly sliding up and down his cock.
It amused her to think that she'd been so proud of her oral skills before her first night with Harry. Now she knew just how little she'd understood back then, but she'd had plenty of chances to practice, refine and improve since then. She could take him all the way down into her throat with regularity now, and even if she couldn't hold him down there for quite as long as Astoria could, she could come close.
She knew she was going to have to use all of the skills she'd gained to their fullest if she wanted to make him cum anywhere near the same time as her own climax, because his cunnilingus was as effective as ever. Between his fingers stroking inside of her and rubbing her g spot and his tongue flicking against her clit, Narcissa was going to orgasm hard and she was going to orgasm soon.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. After taking a few seconds to catch her breath and prepare herself, she lowered her head all the way down onto him again, throating his cock. She was determined to keep him there for as long as it took until he came, no matter what it took. She could feel her eyes tearing up as she blew right past her previous record, but she didn't allow herself to pull back. Narcissa was a witch on a mission.
Narcissa threw everything she had into it, humming around Harry's cock until she was rewarded at last by semen pouring straight down her throat. She didn't have any time to pat herself on the back for a job well done because her own climax hit within seconds of Harry's. She'd known his skilled mouth and nimble fingers would bring her joy as they always did, and she was just happy that she'd been able to get him off too.
She moaned, or at least took her best shot at it around her throatful of cock, as her body shook and she squirted against her young lover's face. This hadn't been what she'd come here for. Her honest intention had been to make sure he was prepared for his date with Daphne, but she wasn't going to complain about how things had turned out.
While she would have been quite content to keep Harry's cock inside of her mouth all night, she knew they were on a time limit. She allowed herself a few moments to drink it in, just in case this was her last chance to ever do so, and then she rolled off of him.
"Okay! "Let's get you ready!" She looked down at his face, sticky with the remnants of her orgasm, and pursed her lips. "I suppose you should go wash up again first," she said. "You go do that, and I'll have a look through your wardrobe to find something more suitable."
As Harry took her advice and headed off to take another shower, Narcissa began her search for the perfect ensemble that would make a good impression on Daphne. That wasn't the only thing on her mind though. While finding a lover for Harry, a real one, a woman he could date and potentially marry had been and remained her top priority in all of this, it would be a very bittersweet feeling if she'd done too good a job of finding the right woman for Harry.
She wanted Daphne to supplant Astoria as the primary woman in Harry's life, a woman who might command so much of his attention that his dalliance with Draco's wife could come to an end. But the bare truth was that Narcissa was afraid of losing out on access to Harry's cock for herself. What if Daphne required exclusivity from him? What if it wasn't just Astoria who got cut off, but her as well?
Now more than ever she was determined to try and reach some kind of understanding with Daphne, one that would ensure that she didn't lose out on the ecstasy that she'd swiftly grown addicted to.
--
"You look very nice, Harry. The shirt really brings out your eyes."
"Thank you, Daphne," he said. Thank you, Narcissa, he thought to himself. To his surprise he hadn't needed to talk her down from some of the fancier or more...wizard-like takes on muggle clothing that had still been in his closest from his time with Ginny, who had outfitted him with loads of garish clothes that he never wore. She'd picked out a green button up and a pair of slacks to complement it, and Daphne's approval had shown how good an idea it was for him to accept Narcissa's help. "You look great too."
"Thank you. I do try," Daphne said, smiling slightly. She truly did look magnificent in the dark red dress that accentuated her lovely body without being indecent. Harry couldn't remember ever seeing a pureblood witch who looked so fashionable and at home in muggle clothing.
"I hope you're not uncomfortable coming to a muggle restaurant," she whispered as they were led to their table towards the back. "I figured you'd be more at ease if you didn't have to worry about some sheep gawking at your scar and begging for autographs.
"You figured right," he said after the waiter took their drink orders and left. His reluctance to deal with the general public was one of the reasons he'd hated going on dates with Ginny, who loved the attention. "This will be great; it's always nice to go out in public somewhere and not have people staring at me like I'm some kind of exotic animal on display."
"I understand," she said, nodding at him and then looking down at her menu. "I've always been quite happy to be left alone. One of many areas where I differ from your new assistant."
"Hmm." He nodded; Astoria definitely enjoyed having people's eyes on her. "I appreciate the privacy, but I have to say I'm surprised that this was your idea, or that you look so comfortable in muggle clothing. Most witches and wizards, at least ones from old pureblood families like yours, don't have the first clue about muggle fashion and wouldn't be caught dead in a muggle restaurant."
"My family isn't like the majority of the Sacred Twenty-Eight," Daphne said. "Even though we're pureblood, my father taught us about muggle customs from a very young age. He deals with wizards and muggles alike in his business, and he recognizes the importance of being able to blend into both worlds seamlessly."
Harry chewed his lip and thought that over as the waiter brought them their drinks. It was still on his mind after they put in their food orders, and once the waiter left again he spoke up.
"I hope you won't be offended if I say that isn't the impression I had of your family," he said carefully. Daphne just nodded, not looking surprised.
"That's because your only perception of us is from your dealings with Astoria after she became the Lady Malfoy," she stated. "You didn't know either of us in school, and I know you aren't fond of keeping up on the inner workings of the Wizengamot so you wouldn't be familiar with the way we vote or the policies we support."
"I guess you're right," he said, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry."
"Don't be. You were far too polarizing a figure for me to associate with back in school without drawing unwanted attention onto myself, and I can hardly blame you for having no taste for the political nonsense in this country. But the Greengrass family has adopted a careful stance of neutrality for several generations now. Our ideals are very different from those like the Malfoys."
That seemed ironic to Harry, since her sister had become a Malfoy, but he sipped at his tea in silence and allowed her to continue.
"We see the benefit in working together with muggles, as well as muggleborn witches and wizards," Daphne went on. "And yet we also strive to preserve some of the old traditions, at least those that are worth preserving. We seek to avoid being dragged into the middle of conflicts when they erupt, and did so successfully during both of the wars started by the Dark Lord Voldemort."
"I see." Harry didn't keep up with a lot of the political maneuverings, as she'd pointed out, but he did know that there were neutral families out there. "So how did the daughter of a neutral family, one who has a rather progressive view on wizard-muggle relations, wind up becoming, well...whatever Astoria has become?"
"A stuck-up elitist pureblood bitch, you mean?" Daphne asked, smirking at him. He nodded; it was harsh, but it was accurate.
"Not exactly how I was going to phrase it, but yeah, that works," he said. "She's gotten better at keeping her...beliefs to herself in the time that she's worked for me, but her bigotry seems to run pretty deep."
"She wasn't always like that." There was a bitter twist to Daphne's lips now, and a sadness in her eyes that he hadn't seen from her before. "She was sweet when she was younger, even if our parents babied her too much. And she didn't buy into any of that pureblood supremacy nonsense either."
"So what happened? How'd she wind up with Malfoy, and start believing in the same things he does?"
Daphne sighed. "Neutrality can be a lonely path to walk when the fighting actually breaks out. When everyone else is picking a side and you remain in the middle, neither side trusts you. During my 7th year at Hogwarts, that year you, Granger and Weasley were gone and the Death Eaters ran the school, Astoria found herself shut off from everyone else. She'd always been good at making friends, but suddenly none of them would talk to her. It was easier for me since I had a couple of close friends who shared my views, and we stuck together and kept our heads down as much as possible. But Astoria, who had always been more outgoing and sociable than me, had no one. It changed her."
Harry hadn't heard much about what had happened at Hogwarts during what should have been his 7th year, with Voldemort effectively running the country and the likes of the Carrows put on the faculty. Ginny had refused to tell him much of anything, but it was obvious that they weren't pleasant memories. It was interesting to hear Daphne touch on the topic, especially from the point of view of someone who hadn't chosen either side.
"She was lonely and felt like she'd been ignored," Daphne continued. "When Draco began to court her soon after the war ended, she was so happy to have someone paying attention to her, especially someone with that high of a profile, that she jumped into it all the way. I tried to warn her about him, and she didn't take it well. She accused me of being jealous that it wasn't me Draco was paying attention to. Then I told her the truth: that Draco had been trying to use his influence and money, or rather his father's influence and money, to get me into bed since our third year, but I'd always had the sense to reject him. She took that even worse."
"And is that why you two drifted apart?" he asked. Daphne snorted and smiled without humor.
"We didn't drift apart so much as we were blasted apart," she said. "We had the row to end all rows, and she said something to my father that doesn't bear repeating. That was the last time she ever voluntarily spent time with me or with our parents, outside of at formal functions where it's expected of us. My parents still love her and hope that they'll get their sweet little girl back one day, but I'm doubtful. Malfoy's been influencing her for years and making her think she's special because of the 'purity' of her blood, and she loves being the lady of a powerful, influential family. I think the sweet little girl that used to follow Tracey and me around everywhere is gone for good."
Harry wasn't sure what to say in response to that, or if he was even supposed to say anything. He was saved from having to figure it out when the waiter returned with their food. They ate in silence for a couple of minutes before Daphne spoke up.
"Sorry if I bored you," she said. "I'm sure you're not interested in our little family drama."
"No, that's okay," he said. He honestly was fascinated by everything she'd told him. He would have never guessed that Astoria hadn't held her supremacist beliefs all along with how deeply ingrained they'd seemed. "Thanks for sharing. That's definitely more than she's ever told me about her life before Malfoy."
"Right; she's your assistant." Daphne put down her drink and looked at him seriously. "You realize Draco is just using you to help further rehabilitate his family name, right?"
"Of course I do," he said. "But I'm getting plenty out of the arrangement too." He wasn't about to tell Daphne that he effectively had Astoria under his control and had been fucking her in any manner of degrading ways for months now, so he left it at that.
"I'm not sure what she brings to the table that you couldn't get from an eager young go-getter straight out of Hogwarts, who would do your paperwork without being a massive bitch about it, but I guess you know what you're doing," Daphne said, shrugging. "Now we've spent quite long enough talking about my sister for one night. If you don't mind, I'd like to be the only Greengrass on your mind for the rest of the dinner."
"Sounds good to me," Harry said.
--
Daphne couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed herself so much.
Dinner conversation had gotten significantly lighter once they'd gotten past the awkward conversation about her estranged sister. She still wasn't sure why she'd gone into quite so much detail with him. Yes, the way he'd needled Astoria throughout their lunch had amused her, but she still barely knew him beyond the stories and speculation that constantly surrounded him.
Or at least that had been the case before today. It hadn't taken her long to discover that he was far from the serious, straightforward hero the press tried to make him out to be. Blaise had suggested as much after some interactions with him at social functions, but she'd seen the truth in it for herself today. He had a sense of humor, and played along with and even participated in the veiled or in some cases not so veiled shots she'd taken at Draco during lunch while Astoria sat there and seethed. He surely knew how much it was irritating his assistant, yet despite or perhaps because of her annoyance he only escalated it.
The dynamic between Harry and her sister greatly intrigued Daphne, and not just because of the way he seemed to like getting under her skin as much as Daphne herself did. How quick she'd been to go along with whatever directions he gave was interesting and unexpected. It was like a puzzle for Daphne to figure out.
She'd been delighted to find conversation with him just as entertaining at dinner, when they resolved to discuss Astoria (and her husband, by extension) as little as possible. He shared some humorous anecdotes from his auror work, and he'd seemed honestly interested and engrossed in her talk about the enchantment mastery that she was working towards. It had been a very long time since she'd gone on a date with a man who made for such pleasant company. She probably hadn't relaxed like this around anyone other than Tracey and Blaise in years, and when she finished her slice of cake she found that she was in no hurry for their time together to end.
Harry seemed to be of a similar mind. He'd eaten his dessert with deliberate slowness and waited for their server to come to him with the check rather than signal for it himself, but eventually the meal was paid for and there was no excuse for them to remain seated any longer. He sighed and stood up from his chair.
"Well, I suppose it's time for us to go," he said. She got up as well, knowing it was true. But she wasn't ready to say goodnight to him just yet.
"Yes, it is," she said casually. "But would you like to come back to my place?"
She saw his eyes widen; he definitely hadn't been expecting the offer. Just about any other pureblood woman would have been scandalized if the man had made such an overture on the first date, never mind making it themselves. But Daphne didn't adhere to such dated pureblood customs. If she wanted something she was going to attempt to go and get it, and tonight she wanted Harry Potter in her bed.
"If you're sure," he said. She saw the excitement building in those green eyes and knew that he wanted it.
"Oh, I'm sure," she said. She clasped his hand and they walked side by side out of the restaurant. They kept walking until they reached a back alley with no one else around, and then she stopped and looked at him.
"Hold on," she said. He nodded and held her hand tighter as she apparated them both back through the wards and straight into the bedroom of the cozy little flat she'd gotten for herself. Harry's eyes took no more than a cursory glance at the unfamiliar surroundings before his full attention was back on her. That was good; whatever might be going on between him and Narcissa, she wanted to be the only blonde witch on his mind tonight.
"I want you, Harry," she said simply, not looking away from him while she removed her heels. She knew this was moving incredibly fast. She'd barely spoken to Harry Potter at all before today, and she'd gone from a lunch blatantly orchestrated by Narcissa Malfoy to a dinner date to bringing him back to her flat to fuck him, all in less than 24 hours. But she didn't feel the least bit of shame about her decision. She wanted to fuck Harry Potter. It had been too long since she'd been with a man, and she'd hit it off with Harry like no wizard she'd ever met.
"That's good," he said, "because I've been thinking about pulling that dress off of you from the second I saw you in it."
--
Harry hadn't been sure what to expect from Daphne tonight. He knew what he hoped for, especially when he saw how sexy she looked in her dark red dress, but he hadn't gone in making any assumptions about how the night would end.
He was delighted to have her invite him back to her flat, and that she'd brought him directly into her bedroom left no room for doubt about where she wanted this to go. At first he wasn't sure how he should proceed. It had been so long since he'd had sex with someone that had been about anything other than simply fucking, and while he wasn't going to be presenting Daphne with a ring any time soon or anything like that, this was still different. She hadn't found her way into his embrace in a bizarre manner with magical vows playing at least some part, like first Astoria and later Pansy and Narcissa had done, and she wasn't a clear one night stand like Romilda or a final sendoff to what had once been a legitimate relationship with Ginny.
They'd just gone on a date, and a great date at that. Thinking back to his one disastrous date with Cho Chang and his relationship with Ginny, he felt pretty confident that this was the best date he'd ever been on. They weren't serious at this point, but he knew he very much wanted to go out with this woman again. So what was the protocol here? Should he be as assertive as he'd become accustomed to being ever since Astoria fell into his clutches? What if that scared Daphne off? Should he wait for her to give him some indication of how exactly she wanted this to go?
Then Harry thought about the disintegration of his relationship with Ginny and the things he'd learned about himself since then, and the answer became clear. Maybe he wouldn't go all out and put Daphne to the limit, at least not tonight, but he wasn't going to be passive either. He'd made that mistake with Ginny and he wouldn't make it again with Daphne, especially not on their first night together. He was going to show Daphne at least a glimpse of his true sexual nature tonight, a glimpse of what she was getting herself into if they decided to continue dating and fucking after tonight. He might very well scare her off if she wanted something soft and sweet, but if that was the case it was better that they learn they weren't sexually compatible right here and now.
He did exactly what he'd said he was going to do, pulling Daphne's dress off of her body, with her help. As nice as the dress had looked on her, the view underneath was infinitely better. She was wearing a pair of silky red knickers and matching bra, both of them the same dark red as the dress he'd just pulled off.
"So?" Daphne put her hands on her hips and posed for him. "Are you going to take my underwear off next?"
"No," he said, surprising her. "You're going to. Strip, Daphne."
It wasn't a suggestion or even a request. He'd allowed a bit of command into his voice, the same command he would use when giving orders to a junior auror, or to Astoria when he was ready to put her in her place. This was the first little test, the first show of dominance that he dangled out so he could see how she would react.
Daphne's eyes widened in surprise, but he was pretty sure there was excitement mixed in there too. She had no vow compelling her body into obeying like Astoria did but she still moved to do as he bade quickly enough. Her hands unsnapped her bra and let it fall off of her body, and Harry's eyes were glues to her bare breasts right away.
With the possible exception of Tonks, who could make her body look however the hell she wanted it to look, he didn't think he'd ever seen a more perfect pair of breasts in his life. While Astoria was very well endowed in her own right, her big sister had her beat in this department. She knew she had magnificent boobs too, and displayed them for him. She brought her hands to her chest and played with her tits, squeezing them, pushing them together and letting them jiggle hypnotically when she released them.
He'd appreciated the view he had of Daphne's breasts while she was wearing the dress, but this was something else entirely. He badly wanted to grab, squeeze, play with and suck on those glorious tits for the rest of the night, but he wouldn't allow himself to do so. He'd given her an order, after all, and it was only partially completed.
"Spin around," he said. She pouted, apparently disappointed at his lack of comment on her tits, but spun around nevertheless so her back was now to him. "Now take those knickers off.
Daphne hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and shimmied them down her legs. He didn't even need to tell her to put the effort into making it look sexy; she did that all on her own. She wiggled her hips and swayed her arse from side to side as she worked her underwear down her legs. While it was always her breasts that Dean and Seamus made comments about back in the Gryffindor boys dorm room, and with very good reason, Harry could now attest that she had one hell of a sexy bum as well. He eyed that bum hungrily as she bent over at the waist to slip her knickers off of her ankles and toss them onto the floor.
Daphne held that position, remaining bent over at the waist with her hands touching her toes and her arse pointed straight at him. Harry waited for her to straighten up, but when she showed no signs of doing so it occurred to him that she was staying bent over because she was waiting for him to give her the next instruction.
Harry crossed the room and gave Daphne an open-handed smack across one beautiful arsecheek. She grunted and her flesh jiggled from the force of his spank. He grabbed both cheeks and gave them a brief grope before pulling his hands off of her bum.
"Stand up straight," he said, and she did so immediately. "Good. Now turn around to face me again."
Daphne turned slowly, and while he hated that he could no longer see her round arse, the view from the front was sufficiently nice enough to make up for it. He'd already had a good look at her breasts and now he was able to freely look between her legs as well. He looked at her pussy and instantly decided that he was going to make good on his threat to Astoria in the afternoon and get a taste of her big sister.
He licked his lips, admiring her gorgeous body now that she was completely naked. It was in that moment that he decided Daphne Greengrass was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen naked, and given his very active sex life over the last few months that was no small feat. Harry had grown used to embracing his libido and pursuing his desires, but he was legitimately surprised at how turned on he was just then. He didn't think he'd ever wanted to fuck anyone as badly as he wanted to fuck this beautiful blonde goddess right now. Not even when he'd been a desperate virgin who guided his cock into Ginny with shaking hands had he been as eager to have sex as he was right now.
But he wasn't that shy virginal teenager anymore, nor was he the man who had been too afraid to unleash his true desires on his girlfriend. He was going to fuck Daphne like she'd never been fucked before, and he was going to do it on his own terms.
"I'm going to lick you until you scream my name," he promised. He was standing close enough to her that he could see the way Daphne's throat exhaled sharply in response.
"Yes," she said. somewhere between a whisper and a moan.
He removed all of his clothes with a casual wave of his hand and then picked Daphne's sexy body up in his arms and carried her over to her bed. She quickly positioned herself on her back and spread her legs for him, inviting him in, but he didn't get straight to it. There were other things he was going to do first, things that would set the tone for how all of this was going to go. Even when following through on his desire to taste her, which might be seen by some as an act where the witch was in control since she was the one being pleasured by her man, he was going to show her that this was no act of submission or deference on his part.
Daphne gasped when her arms were suddenly pulled above her head by magic and subsequently bound together at the wrist by magical rope. Next Harry conjured a blindfold, which placed itself over her eyes and stuck in place. It, much like the magical rope binding her wrists, would not leave Daphne's body until Harry decided it was time. (Technically they were both temporary and would fade from existence on their own eventually, as all things conjured from thin air would, but the more powerful the wizard the longer such conjurations would last. Harry knew that they would still be in place by the time he was finished with licking Daphne and was ready to fuck her.)
"What?" Daphne whispered. Shock was evident in her voice, but she didn't sound like she was afraid. She sounded intrigued, and unless Harry was mistaken, extremely turned on as well. Maybe getting off on being dominated in the bedroom was a hereditary trait for Greengrass women.
"You're going to feel everything I'm about to do for you," he said. "You're going to be pleasured like you've never been pleasured in your life." It was a bold statement, but one that he believed in wholeheartedly. "But you're not going to be able to see any of it, and you're not going to be able to grab my head or pull my hair. Your only job is to stay right where you are and enjoy giving control of your body over to me."
"Fuck, you're something else, Potter," she whispered. "I've never been with a bloke who took charge like this."
"Is that a complaint?" he asked mildly while getting down on his belly and placing his hands on her inner thighs. He gently ran his fingers up and down her soft flesh, feeling her shiver.
"I haven't decided yet," she said. "I'm reserving judgment until I see what you do with this power now that you've got me tied up and blindfolded."
"That sounds like a challenge." Harry went into action before Daphne could respond, leaning his head in and taking his first lick of her pussy. Sometimes he started off slowly when licking a woman, taking his time and making her even more desperate for it before he gave her what she really needed, but he was in no mood to do that with Daphne. If she wanted to see what he was going to do with his control, he wasn't going to waste any time in showing her everything that he was capable of. Besides, he wanted to taste her badly. He couldn't wait to hear her scream his name, and he wanted to make that happen as quickly as he could.
Right from the beginning Harry attacked Daphne's pussy, intent on figuring out what worked best for her and giving it to her, driving her crazy as quickly as he could manage. She didn't try and hide how she was feeling; she let him know exactly how successful each technique was. The loud moan she let out the moment that his tongue touched her clit revealed the obvious focus of his attention, and he didn't bother to try and search for anything else once he heard that reaction. His tongue ran across her clit from side to side, and she moaned and shook beneath him.
"Oh, fuck, Potter!" she said, her voice shaky. "That's so good! God, yes, fuck, keep licking my clit! Keep going! Keep going!"
Harry did precisely that, continuing to flick his tongue across her sensitive clit and listen to her moans. It was obviously going to get her off quickly, but it still wasn't going to be quickly enough for Harry's taste. He'd been stroking the outer lips of her vulva with his fingers while using his mouth on her clit, but now he pushed two fingers inside of her. He slid them into her slowly and wiggled them around, searching for the magic spot that would best elevate her pleasure.
He'd done this often enough with his lovers over the past few months that it didn't take him long to hit upon Daphne's g spot. Her already loud moans got even louder and more enthusiastic as he hit upon that spot and stroked across it again and again with his fingers. With that pleasure added on to the work his tongue was doing on her clit, Daphne was defenseless.
"Yes!" she shouted. "You're going to make me cum, Harry! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" The chanting was nice, but it wasn't what Harry wanted to hear. It's not what he vowed he would hear from her. Fortunately she seemed to realize that too; or maybe she just couldn't resist letting him know how good he was doing. "Harry!" she shouted. Then it turned into a chant of its own. "Harry, Harry, Harry!"
Daphne Greengrass was not just a screamer; she was a squirter too. For Harry the proof of her pleasure that shot out onto his face was a rich reward that showed just how well he'd done in pleasing her. He kept licking and fingering her until her orgasm died down. He stopped actively pleasuring her then, though he didn't actually move his mouth away from her crotch or pull his fingers out of her.
"Wow," she breathed. "You were right, Harry. Nobody's ever licked me like that. I didn't even know how good it could fee--Oh my god! Ohhhhh!"
Her praise cut off in mid-sentence because Harry decided he wasn't finished with tasting her just yet. His fingers started stroking her insides again, and he once again focused on her clit. He switched things up this time; instead of using his tongue on her he actually took her clit between his lips and sucked on it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Again?!" Daphne said, groaning.
Yes, again, Harry would never be able to get enough of tasting Daphne Greengrass, or of hearing her chant and scream when he wiggled his fingers around inside of her and used his mouth on her clit. He rubbed her and sucked on her clit, pushing her straight towards a second orgasm so soon after her first. This one came even faster than the first. She squirted against his face and into his mouth just as before, though this time it was incomprehensible moans and screams that issued from her throat rather than his name repeated over and over again like a prayer. It sounded just as sweet to him though. Her screams were every bit as clear a sign of his success as her chanting his name had been.
Daphne was breathing deeply when he finally pulled his head away from her pussy and sat back on his knees to look at her. He watched her for a moment as she tried to recover from the back to back climaxes he'd brought out of her, immensely pleased with himself for having brought her to such a state.
"How was that?" he asked, needlessly. He knew how good a job he'd done, but he still wanted to hear her say it.
"It was fucking incredible," Daphne said faintly. "But I'm thinking you already know that."
Harry smirked and waved his hand over her. Though her hands remained bound, her blindfold disappeared. She blinked several times to clear her vision, and then her amber eyes focused on him. They were still hazy, but she was at least coherent enough to see him.
"My god," she whispered. "That--fuck, that was something else!" She shook her head and sat up on the bed, a little more of the life returning to her. "I think next time I'd like to be able to see it; I want to see those gorgeous green eyes of yours staring up at me from between my legs. But the blindfold was fun. Who knew the golden boy was so kinky? Merlin, Ginny Weasley is a fucking fool if she walked away from this! Either that or she's a prude."
Harry smiled as he thought about the irony of what she was saying. If only she knew that Ginny had broken things off with him because he'd been too afraid of letting her see this side of himself. It was amusing to think about how he'd gotten to this point, of the sexual awakening he'd been through over the last few months, starting with and primarily featuring her sister. He doubted Daphne would see the humor in the situation though. Mentioning his affair with Astoria would surely cause nothing but trouble, so he decided not to tell her anything about his sexual past at the moment. They might have to discuss some things eventually, at least about what their plans moving forward were if they were going to make an honest go of this, but now wasn't the time for such serious topics.
"We haven't even scratched the surface," he said honestly, thinking about all of the things he'd put certain other women through, Astoria in particular. He wasn't going to get that extreme with Daphne, at least not tonight. But he wasn't going to be gentle either.
"So what's next?" she asked, and her excitement was obvious both in her voice and in the way she leaned towards him. "You gonna stick your cock in my mouth now, maybe fuck my face for a bit? I'm already powerless to stop you." She held up her still-bound hands as if to remind him.
"No," he said after thinking about it for a moment. While facefucking Daphne, pulling her head down onto his cock, pushing it deep down her throat and making her gag on it definitely held its appeal, he felt like this wasn't the right time for it. Narcissa had already had his cock in her mouth mere hours earlier, and he wanted to do something different with Daphne. He wanted to take her in a way he hadn't taken either Astoria or Narcissa today.
He rolled Daphne onto her stomach and pulled on her hips so she was up on her knees. She would have been on all fours if her hands hadn't been bound, but as it was her head rested on her arms and her arse was high in the air. It was an enticing position, and he showed his appreciation for it by giving her arse a single forceful spank.
"Ahh!" Daphne moaned. "Are you going to bugger me, Harry? Is that it?" She wiggled her arse at him. "I wouldn't mind, you know."
"No." Tempted though he was, he'd already buggered Astoria today. He wanted to do something different with her sister. He wanted to claim her pussy.
He positioned his cock against her and pushed forward, sliding inside of her slowly.
"Oh, that works!" Daphne gasped. "That definitely works!" He gradually pushed deeper, entering slowly and feeding more of his cock into her pussy. "God, you're so big! It feels so good!"
The feeling was very much mutual. Harry had always savored his first time inside of any woman, and Daphne was no exception. It took significant effort for him to not start hammering into her with all of his might right away, but he showed a bit more consideration for her than he had for her sister, or for Pansy before he knew the truth about how Astoria had come to hold a vow over her. This was a woman he had just had a fantastic first date with, and he hoped to have many more. He gave her time to adjust to having his cock inside of her.
But only so much time. He wasn't going to take it slow or attempt to make love to her; that wasn't who he was, not anymore. After moving more carefully than he had in months at the beginning, he began to pick things up once he sensed that she was ready for it. Despite his considerable size there were no signs of pain or discomfort from Daphne once he started to move his hips harder, or at least there were none that he could pick up on. He slid his cock back and forth inside of her with increasing speed, and her moans only got louder in response.
"Yeah, that's right, Harry!" she said. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
Harry smiled; she didn't know what she was getting herself into. His hips picked up speed, smacking against her upraised arse loudly as he fucked her harder. Then he decided to start mixing in some spanks as well.
Smack! As loud as both her moans and their skin slapping together had been, the sound of his palm connecting with her arsecheek was louder still. The stinging spank made Daphne groan.
"Oh, you're gonna spank me?" she whispered. "Have I been a bad girl, Harry? Do I deserve to be punished?"
Harry laughed, shaking his head at the unintentional similarities between his first times with the two Greengrass sisters. Of course the key difference was that his punishment of Astoria had been one hundred percent legitimate. The entire purpose of having her swear the vow in the first place was as an alternative form of punishment other than arresting her and shipping her off to Azkaban. Daphne was under no such duress; she'd done nothing that merited legitimate punishment from him. It was all a game, and it was a game he was thrilled to play.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Four more hard spanks followed in rapid succession, and Daphne groaned after every single one. Then he got back to fucking her, but the spanks weren't finished entirely. He would pound his cock into her with a dizzying number of strokes for a minute or so, and then he would pause to mix in a spank or two. Then the next time he would fuck her for maybe twenty seconds and give her a half a dozen spanks afterwards. He constantly kept her guessing in this manner, switching back and forth between shagging her and spanking her at irregular intervals so she could never be sure what was coming next.
What was sure was that Daphne loved every bit of it. Whether he was snapping his hips forward and drilling her with his cock or doing his very best to leave his mark on her arse in the form of bright red handprints across her pale skin, Daphne moaned throughout it all. This was not a woman who was interested in tender lovemaking; that was for sure. It wasn't nearly as wicked or depraved as his mind could get, but at least in terms of giving her a taste of what he could do and seeing how well she held up, it was a promising start.
The spanks, while fun, eventually lost some of their appeal. If the point was to keep her guessing he needed to do something new, something else that she wouldn't expect. So the next time he paused in his fucking, while she held her breath in clear anticipation of another spank or round of several of them, he instead grabbed a handful of her dark blonde hair and yanked her head back. She gasped, surprised again by the unexpected move, and he continued to hold her head back while he started to hammer her with his cock again.
As she had with everything else so far, Daphne showed her enthusiasm for having her hair pulled by moaning louder.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Driving that sound from Daphne touched something deep inside of Harry, motivating him to dig deep and find another reserve of energy. His hips had already been pumping into her hard, but now he was taking her with all his might. He might not have been subjecting her to some of the more extreme elements of his dominant sexual nature, but solely in terms of the force behind his thrusts this was Harry at his best. Daphne was not only taking it but continued to moan no matter how hard or deep he fucked her. Of all of the excitement he'd had today, nothing excited him more or made him prouder than this moment. He held Daphne's head back by her long blonde hair, fucked her with relentless deep drives of his hips, and drank in her erotic cries and moans.
Then her moans descended into a prolonged high pitched scream that signaled her third climax of the night. Okay, scratch that; this was the most exciting moment of the night.
Harry would have preferred to fuck her for hours. If it had been up to him he would have kept thrusting into her just like this for the rest of the night, but that wasn't possible. He'd been surprised at how horny he was when she brought him back to her flat, considering Narcissa had sucked him off before he left and he had multiple orgasms with Astoria that afternoon at the office. It just went to show how well the date had gone and how attracted he was to the elder Greengrass sister. He'd been so hard while licking (and sucking and fingering) her to not one but two orgasms, but he'd set his own satisfaction to the side in favor of concentrating on her.
But those two climaxes he'd brought her to had only made him that much more desperate to have his own fun, and now that he'd fucked her to a third he felt an undeniable need to finish, to fuck her to completion, to cum inside of this sexy woman. He let go of her hair, allowing her head to slump forward to rest back on her arms again so he could focus everything on this home stretch. His hands went to her hips to hold onto her, and his own hips were a blur, thrusting against her with all that he had as he raced to follow her over the edge.
His groan was a rumble in his throat as he speared into Daphne's pussy one final time and filled her with his seed. She'd only just quieted down somewhat as her own climax faded, but she moaned when she felt his cum rushing into her.
Harry sighed when the euphoric feeling finally faded, and he slowly pulled his cock out of Daphne. Some cum ran down her thighs as he left her, but he couldn't stare at that for long before her hips fell back down onto the bed. Daphne Greengrass was a well-fucked mess, face-down on her bed with his cum inside of her, and Harry mentally congratulated himself for a job well done. He doubted she'd be moving any time soon, but he'd definitely left an indelible mark on Daphne tonight.
To his shock, she started moving far sooner than he would have expected. She slowly picked her head up off of the bed, stretched her neck out for a bit, and then looked over her shoulder at him. She shot him a tired, satisfied smile. Even with her hair in disarray and sweat dripping off of her face, she looked stunning.
"So is that it for the night?" she asked, rolling over onto her back and looking up at him.
"Don't you want it to be?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "I figured you'd be ready for a rest by now." Even he was starting to feel fatigue catching up to him, and he was used to frequent and vigorous sex on a daily basis. For someone like Daphne, who apparently hadn't been getting any sex at all recently, he would have figured she was absolutely spent.
"I definitely need at least a little one," she admitted. "But if you want to, I'd be up for more in a little bit. It's been awhile for me—and I've never been fucked like that in my life. I'd like to fit in as much of it as I can. You know, just in case you decide you don't want to go out again after tonight."
She was obviously fishing, giving him an opening to declare what he wanted from her going forward while hinting that she was interested in going out with him again. That she wanted to continue seeing him was welcome news, but not exactly a surprise to him. He doubted Daphne invited just anyone back to her flat, especially after one date.
That she was still up for more tonight was a bigger surprise, but definitely a pleasant one. The events of the day were starting to catch up to him. Astoria had done her very best to exhaust him that afternoon, futile though her efforts had been. His time with Narcissa in the evening had been over far faster, but it was still another drain on his stamina before he'd met Daphne for dinner. With the enjoyable nightcap he'd just had after his date, even Harry's energy was starting to flag.
"Then how about some coffee?" he suggested. He was in no more hurry to leave Daphne's bed than she was to see him leave. If this gorgeous woman wanted to have some more fun with him, he would dig up the energy from somewhere.
"Coffee?" Daphne said. "That could keep us up all night." She grinned and patted his leg. "Sounds good. Let me go get a pot going."
--
Narcissa was surprised when her floo came to life in the morning, and even more surprised when she saw the head of Daphne Greengrass in the flames.
"Would you let me through?" Daphne asked. "We've got quite a bit to talk about."
We most certainly do, Narcissa thought to herself. She felt surprisingly nervous as she granted Daphne temporary access to enter her home, and a few moments later the younger blonde emerged.
"You look well-rested," Narcissa said casually. "I hope you had an enjoyable evening." She certainly did look energetic enough, though that wasn't necessarily a sign that he date hadn't gone well. They were witches; they could mask things like that easily enough.
"Quite enjoyable," Daphne said. "And exhausting."
"Oh?" Narcissa cocked an eyebrow at her. "I didn't realize dinner was exhausting, though of course it has been many years since I've gone on a date."
"The dinner itself was fun. It's the way he pounded me through the mattress afterwards that forced me to take a pepper up potion this morning and use beauty charms to hide how bloody tired I am."
Narcissa hadn't been expecting such a casual admission of what she and Harry had gotten up to, and wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it. "Well I suppose congratulations are in order then," she said, smiling at Daphne. "I'm so pleased that my little mistake led to such a happy occurrence. You'll make a fine couple."
Narcissa was pleased that her plan had worked so well, though she worried about what it might mean for her. Pulling Harry away from Astoria had been her primary goal all along, but it would be a bittersweet triumph if she lost him for herself in the process.
"Let's not play games," Daphne said. The false smile left her face and she looked at Narcissa seriously. "I know that you arranged that entire thing; that you deliberately made sure mine and Harry's paths crossed, and with Astoria there to witness it all."
"Yes, I did," Narcissa said simply. If Daphne wanted to speak plainly, so be it. It wasn't like she'd tried to be subtle about it anyway
"What I'm still trying to figure out is why," Daphne went on. "I could have written it off as you simply wanting to screw with Astoria, who I know you've never gotten along with, by setting up her boss with her estranged sister that she hates. It certainly did a good enough job of that."
"Yes it did," Narcissa said, smirking at the memory of her furious daughter in law glaring at her as she left the diner the previous afternoon.
"But that doesn't seem like a good enough reason for you to go to all this trouble," Daphne said, "especially since you've very clearly been fucking him yourself."
That brought Narcissa up short. Her flimsy excuse about a series of coincidences in the diner had been transparent enough for just about anyone with a modicum of intelligence to see through, but she hadn't expected Daphne to already know about her dalliance with Harry. Had he told her?
Some of her shock must have shown on her face, because Daphne gave her an amused smile. "He was staring at your arse as you left yesterday," she said. "And you knew he was doing it; you smirked at him. It was only there for a moment, but I was watching you closely. I knew there had to be something going on between you two, and now you've just confirmed it for me with your stunned silence."
Narcissa shook her head, disappointed in herself more so than in Harry. If it had just been his eyes lingering on her bum Daphne might have brushed it off as a horny bloke with wandering eyes, but Narcissa had given her the confirmation. She should have known better. Likely she'd been too pleased with herself for having gotten Harry, Daphne and Astoria all in the same place, and she'd let her guard down.
"I suppose there's not much sense in me denying it," she said. "Yes, I've been sleeping with Lord Potter-Black."
"And now that we've got that out in the open, it's time to establish the way things are going to be now," Daphne said. "I still don't know what your goal was or what game you were playing when you set all of this up, but it doesn't matter anymore. If you're thinking of making a move and trying to get me to help you worm your way into either the Lady Potter or Lady Black positions, you can forget about that. Harry and I have already agreed to give this relationship a go, and that means that whatever casual sexual dalliances either of us may have been involved in are now over. I don't know if it'll get serious enough for us to consider marriage at some point in the future, but I do know that I'll never stand for being one of multiple wives."
Narcissa grunted in frustration. Daphne's conclusion was logical but incorrect. The problem was that she obviously couldn't explain her primary reason for doing all of this. She'd sworn not to speak of Harry's affair with Astoria with anyone who didn't already know about it, and even hinting that there was some kind of compelling personal reason for her to set the two of them up would constitute going against the spirit of the vow of silence she swore. Without that truth to fall back on, her hands were tied.
Her brain tried to come up with some kind of intricate deception to get her out of this hole, but came up empty. And so, taking a cue from Daphne and her straightforward bluntness, Narcissa went against every instinct that had been ingrained into her as a daughter of the House of Black and later as the Lady Malfoy. Rather than weaving a web of convincing lies, she told the truth.
"You are mistaken on my goal," she said. "I have no intention of trying to secure either the Lady Potter or Lady Black titles for myself." It was true. She did think Harry should follow convention and take a wife for each line, but admitting to that would do her no favors right now.
"Then what did you hope to gain by setting us up?" Daphne asked, her narrowed eyes revealing that she still didn't believe what Narcissa was telling her. "If you don't want to be Lady Potter or Lady Black, what is the endgame you want for yourself out of all of this?"
She couldn't say that her endgame would be achieved so long as Harry stopped fucking her daughter in law, but when it came to what she wanted for herself she could be completely honest with Daphne.
"I would be content so long as I could maintain a...pleasant relationship with Harry," she said. "Not as a romantic partner, and certainly not as a spouse. I merely wish to continue on as his paramour. I could even be yours as well, should you desire."
"Me?" For the first time all morning it was Daphne who looked surprised. "You want to fuck me?"
"Only if you want to," Narcissa said with a shrug. "My time in Harry's bed has opened my mind to many new possibilities, just as I'm sure it will for you if your relationship lasts."
"Yes," Daphne murmured. "Perhaps even more than I thought. But you might want to be careful about the promises you make. How can you know you'd even enjoy being with another woman?"
"I...have some prior experience," she admitted, more than a little uncomfortably.
"You do, do you?" Daphne's eyes were sharper now. "Knowing what I do of Lucius Malfoy, I doubt he would have put up with something like that. And given what you just said, I'm assuming you shared this second woman with Harry." There was no hiding the suspicion in her tone. Narcissa could see where her mind was going, because it's exactly where hers would have gone if their roles were reversed. She was reasoning that Narcissa might be telling the truth about not wanting to enter a romance with Harry herself, but could be aiding this second woman. She wasn't going to be able to get out of this without giving Daphne a name.
Narcissa felt a stab of panic; under no circumstances could she let slip why she'd wound up in Harry's bed in the first place, or who shared it with them. Finding out that Harry had spent months fucking her sister could very well sabotage Daphne's relationship with him before it had even begun, and even if it didn't Narcissa couldn't afford to have her learn anything from her. Even setting aside the vow she'd sworn to keep Harry and Astoria's affair confidential, she wouldn't want to be the messenger should Daphne ever find out. It would hardly help endear her to the younger woman.
Then she realized that there was another path. She could offer up the truth; it just wouldn't be the entire truth.
"Yes, Harry was with us," she said, nodding. "Pansy Parkinson was very willing to show him her thanks for all he's done for her."
"Parkinson?" Daphne looked surprised for a second, but then she nodded. "I suppose that makes sense. He did do a lot for her, and it's not like she's unattractive." She seemed lost in thought for a moment but then shook her head. "Regardless, it's the present, or more importantly the future that matters. Okay, I'll humor you. Assuming I had some way to believe you when you claim to have no desire to snatch a spot as a second wife, why should I agree to let you continue to fuck him now that we're dating?"
Narcissa knew why she wanted to be allowed to continue fucking Harry. She'd never felt such sexual satisfaction in her life, and she knew deep in her bones that she would never be able to find anyone who could make her feel the way Harry Potter felt. As much as she was hopeful that she'd succeeded in pulling him away from her daughter in law forever, she didn't want to lose out herself.
She couldn't say that though. Well she could, but Daphne hadn't asked why she wanted to continue on. She'd asked why she should allow it to happen now that she was dating Harry, so Narcissa needed to present some way that her continued presence would benefit Daphne. She did have an answer ready, and after her night with Harry Daphne would understand the truth behind it.
"As I'm sure you're now aware, Harry can be quite insatiable in the bedroom," she said. Daphne nodded, showing that she knew it to be true. "I'm being completely honest when I say that I doubt any one woman would be able to keep up with him were she the sole target of his sexual attention. Maybe you believe you can handle it after one night with him, but I daresay you might feel differently after a week or so."
"Perhaps I might," Daphne said, but Narcissa didn't detect any sign that her argument had swayed the younger blonde in her favor. It might have worked better if Daphne had spent more than a single night with Harry, but that wasn't the reality of the situation. This was a precarious situation Narcissa now found herself in, and she would need to navigate it carefully.
"I of course understand your position," she said. "I would be willing to swear to you on my magic that I have no intention of trying to become Harry's wife, but ultimately it is going to be up to the two of you on how you proceed. If the two of you wish to see each other exclusively, and if you believe you will be able to handle the kind of sex you got last night on a regular basis, I wish you good luck."
And she was going to need it too, but Narcissa wasn't going to challenge her here. Daphne held all of the power here, and Narcissa wouldn't get anything that she wanted by trying to establish some sort of superiority over her. All she could really do was defer to the younger blonde, do everything she could to make the woman see had no desire to become her rival or sister-wife and hope for the best
"If it is your wish, I will distance myself from Harry entirely. I would still need to see him on occasion to go over a certain project regarding the Black family line which I'm sure he'll tell you about if you ask, but I can make official appointments for that so you have nothing to worry about."
Daphne was still looking at her seriously, but her body language wasn't as defensive as it had been, and there was something different in her face. Before she had clearly viewed Narcissa as a threat, a rival, but it looked like she was now evaluating her and trying to decide how to react.
"Should you ever need any assistance, you need only call on me," Narcissa said. "You don't completely trust me, and that's fine. I wouldn't either were I in your shoes. But I truly do want to see you and Harry make this work, and I'm not going to do anything that might get in the way of that."
Daphne remained silent, leaving Narcissa unsure how successful she'd been. If she had at least given her reason to think she wasn't a rival of Harry's affection, that would have to do.
"When I came over here, my original intention was to tell you in no uncertain terms that your affair with Harry was over," Daphne began, and Narcissa didn't miss her phrasing. The way that she worded it allowed hope to bloom in her chest. "But after hearing what you've had to say, and also keeping in mind how fucking exhausted I feel after just one night with Harry, I might be willing to reconsider. But there will be conditions."
"Yes, of course," Narcissa said quickly. She'd agree to just about anything that Daphne asked for, within reason. "What did you have in mind?"
"You will never do anything sexual with Harry unless I am either physically present or have already given you permission to sleep with him alone," she began, "and I'll only consider it on Saturday evenings, for a start."
"I can agree to that," Narcissa said. She wasn't entirely happy about it, but she understood that Daphne was naturally asserting her control here. She could cut her off entirely but instead was affording her a single night each week, and only under terms that Daphne set. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than Narcissa had expected moments earlier. "But might I suggest that we make it Wednesday night rather than Saturday?"
"Perhaps," Daphne said, "but only if you tell me why."
The primary reason Narcissa suggested Wednesday was that Draco had recently begun taking some sort of weekly 'business meeting' with an important partner every Wednesday night. Him being gone made sure that he wouldn't have any need to meet with Narcissa (not that he did so often anyway), but it was also a prime night for Astoria to spend the night with Harry without needing to make any excuses. She had a feeling Harry was going to cut Astoria off anyway if he was serious about trying to date Daphne, but Narcissa wanted to leave as little to chance as possible. She couldn't say any of that to Daphne though, so she again opted to focus on how it might benefit the other woman.
"I figure that Wednesday would be a better night for you to have a break, being the middle of the workweek," she said. "Plus Saturday is obviously a better night for the two of you to go out on dates, and I'm sure you don't want to commit to having me around on those evenings."
"Fair enough," Daphne said, nodding. "Wednesday then. But the bigger restriction I'm going to place is going to be based off of something you said. You said you'd swear on your magic that you had no intention of trying to become Harry's wife. I'm going to hold you to that. If you want me to allow this to happen you'll need to swear not to try and compete for Harry's affections, or try and scheme to create some kind of rift between us that you can use to your advantage."
"I can agree to that," Narcissa said. "I'll swear to do nothing to try and interfere with your relationship with Harry, so long as you also swear not to use my intimate association with Harry to harm me or my public reputation."
Daphne nodded. "I think we have a deal."
Narcissa smiled; this really had gone better for her than she could have hoped for. Of course she would have preferred her time with Harry not be restricted to one night a week, but under the circumstances she could count herself fortunate to get what she was getting.
"I remember seeing Pansy's nipple piercings when we shared a dorm at Hogwarts," Daphne said conversationally. "Did she still have them?"
"She did," Narcissa said. She relaxed slightly at the lighter topic, and smiled at the memory. "It was unexpected. Intriguing, but unexpected. Still, not exactly something a proper pureblood lady could go around flaunting, even if she were Lady Potter." Or Lady Malfoy, for that matter. Narcissa wondered why Pansy had gotten them in the first place since that had always been her life's goal, but she'd been too busy enjoying her fun with Pansy and Harry to bring it up at the time. Was Daphne interested in getting hers done? While Narcissa doubted Harry would be bothered at all, certain members of old, traditional families would look down on her should they find out.
"I suppose not," Daphne said. Then she smiled, and there was something in that smile that made Narcissa nervous. "You know, I might consider allowing you to assist Harry on your own, should he prove to be as insatiable night in and night out as he was last night, but only if you do something to show your appreciation. Did Harry seem to like Pansy's interesting jewelry?"
"He did." Narcissa nodded slowly, not sure how she felt about what Daphne was suggesting. She wasn't exaggerating when she said that having her nipples pierced would make people in certain circles think less of her, and those circles happened to be ones that Narcissa walked in. It would be a risk to her, and that was rather the point. She was testing her, as well as reminding her who held all of the power here.
"Then that could be a good show of how important this is to you," Daphne said. "Not to mention it would be a nice gesture for Harry, since he won't be able to play with Pansy's tits anymore. I'm making a special exception just for you, after all."
Narcissa was reluctantly impressed. This was just the kind of move she might have made if she had power over someone and wanted to remind them of it while also testing just how desperately they wanted whatever it was she was offering. She hadn't seen Daphne play the game much, but obviously the younger woman knew how to do so. She seemed to be far better at it than her sister.
"That could be arranged," Narcissa said eventually. "I am appreciative, after all." There was nothing for it. She would just have to swallow her pride and accept this little indignity. Obviously she would have to be careful not to let the wrong people find out and use it against her, but the same was true of this entire situation. It was worth it if it meant she got more time with Harry. Besides, she'd been intrigued by Pansy's piercings, and she'd seen how much Harry liked them. She could already imagine how much he 'd like them on her, especially since her breasts were so much bigger than Pansy's.
"Of course I wouldn't make any such shows of appreciation without assurances that you would honor your side of the agreement," she said, making sure Daphne knew that she wasn't going to simply take her at her word. They'd always gotten along reasonably well but they were both going to require magical commitments if they were going to move forward with this. Daphne needed assurance that she wouldn't be a threat to her budding relationship with Harry, and Narcissa needed a guarantee that Daphne would hold up her end of the bargain and give her some time with Harry if she was going to go along with her unusual request.
"Naturally," Daphne said, drawing her wand and nodding at Narcissa to do the same. "Shall we swear on it?"
--
Astoria's stomach was twisted in knots as she got ready to go into work.
Harry had contacted her through their matching mirrors early that morning to let her know that he would be late getting into the office, so she didn't need to show up until two hours past her usual time. Normally she would have been pleased to have a bit more time to rest, but that he was going to be late coming in the day after his date with her sister was not a good sign. She had barely gotten any sleep the previous night, tossing and turning in her bed as she couldn't get the picture of Harry fucking her sister and using his mouth to please Daphne out of her head.
Her floo came to life, and while normally she would have been happy for any diversion that took her mind off of what might have happened between Harry and Daphne after their date, she scowled when she saw who stepped through into Malfoy Manor. Other than Daphne herself there was no one she wanted to see less.
"Hello, daughter," Narcissa said, smiling at her. "Is Draco in?"
"He's down the hall," Astoria said sullenly.
"I'll be with you in a moment, mother," Draco's voice called, having heard them. "I hope you have good news for me?"
"Yes, I just stopped by to give you an update on what I've learned while investigating the Black lineage for Lord Potter-Black, as we agreed," Narcissa called.
"Good," he said. "Give me two minutes and I'll see you in my study."
"Take as much time as you need, sweetie," Narcissa said. "I'll just catch up with my beloved daughter-in-law while I wait." Astoria could hear Draco snort; he knew how much animosity existed between his mother and his wife.
"I had a feeling you might still be here this late," Narcissa said, lowering her voice so only Astoria could hear her. "Something told me Harry wouldn't be making it in to the office right on time this morning. Even that stud needs his rest, after all."
Astoria just scowled at her, determined not to give her any satisfaction. She absently touched her mirror in the pocket of her work robes. It was cold to the touch, signaling that the connection wasn't active on Harry's end.
"Ignore it if you like, but you can't change anything," her mother in law said quietly. "This was always going to happen. You're just his slut, his plaything, and that's all you were ever going to be. You should be happy that he has someone else to direct his attention on now. You can put this insanity behind you, stop cuckolding Draco and leave Harry to your sister."
"And why are you so happy about it?" Astoria snapped. She wished she could scream at the woman, but knew she needed to moderate her voice with Draco down the hall. Her glare would just have to make up for it. "The same applies to you, you know. If my jealous bitch of a sister cuts me off from Harry, she's going to cut you off too."
She'd been expecting at least a dimming of Narcissa's smile; even if she would sacrifice her own pleasure if it meant coming between Harry and Astoria, surely she was going to miss his cock. But to her dismay the words did not land. Narcissa just laughed and gave her a smug, superior look.
Both women looked over, their staring contest broken when Draco's footsteps sounded and he emerged in the sitting room.
"Ready?" he asked, looking at Narcissa.
"Yes, of course," she said pleasantly. She started walking away, following Draco on their way to the study, but just before she was out of sight she looked back over her shoulder and gave Astoria another smirk.
Astoria's already frayed nerves got even worse when she saw that smile. She was afraid Narcissa was right about what it might mean for her if Harry and Daphne continued to see each other, and equally worried at how unbothered Narcissa was by it all.
She'd spent months under Harry's vow of control, but she wasn't sure she'd ever felt as powerless or left in the dark as she did now.