"We need to talk," Harry said as soon as he arrived for work that morning. He made eye contact with Astoria for a second before he walked past her and continued on towards his office. "Follow me."
The pit of anxiety that had been roiling in Astoria's stomach all morning only got worse, but the vow ensured that she got up from her desk and followed him into his office. She watched anxiously as he closed the door and then put up locking and silencing charms, after which he turned to look at her. He was about to speak, but she surprised them both by beating him to it.
"Are you going to continue seeing my sister?" she blurted out, unable to contain herself.
Harry blinked, seemingly surprised to see her take the initiative, but he nodded. "I am," he said simply.
Astoria wanted to rage, but she knew that it wouldn't help her. She despised her sister and was furious at the idea of her getting between her and her...well, between her and whatever the hell Harry Potter was to her. But there was nothing she could do about it. She knew that yelling at him and demanding that he not date her sister would only make him more determined to do so. Snapping at him about it the previous day had been a mistake, one that he'd used to taunt her. No, there was nothing she could do about this, at least not right now. She would just have to bite her tongue and hope that he would see Daphne for the raging bitch that she was soon enough, and throw her in the rubbish bin where she belonged. But she did need to know exactly what this meant for her.
"And where does that leave us?" she asked, moderating her voice so she wouldn't betray how frayed her nerves were.
"Isn't that obvious?" he said, raising an eyebrow at her. "You'll continue to work here; I need an assistant, and you've given us valuable information that's led to several arrests, so I'm not going to release you from your vow any time soon. But everything else that we've been doing stops now. I'm not the type to cheat on someone."
"Could've fooled me," she muttered. "Based on what I've seen you'll fuck anything that has a pair of tits. How many witches have you shagged over the last few months?"
"You know the answer to that question yourself," he said mildly. "But I don't see why you would think that counts for anything. I haven't been dating anyone in the time that you've known me. My last girlfriend was Ginny, and I wouldn't have ever dreamed of cheating on her. I won't cheat on Daphne either, much less with her sister."
"Oh, but Narcissa is acceptable?" she snapped.
"Who said anything about Narcissa? I won't be cheating on Daphne with anyone, and that includes Narcissa."
"I see." She waited a beat, and when he said nothing else she nodded at him. "Did you want to say anything else, or should I get to work now?"
"That'll be all," he said. "Go ahead and get started."
She nodded again, turned around and walked out of his office as if nothing was amiss, even as her emotions swirled. Obviously she was extremely unhappy that Harry was abruptly cutting her off and kicking her out of his bed. Much as she hated to admit it, her sex life with Draco had already been all but nonexistent by the time Harry caught her and she swore her vow to avoid Azkaban. She'd grown used to the sexual satisfaction that Harry gave her, and having it taken away from her made her despair. She'd been given a glimpse of what that was like during her week away with Draco, and the thought of that becoming the new norm for her was nearly unbearable.
The only sliver of solace was him confirming that Narcissa would be cut off as well. If she was going to have to do without, at least her scheming bitch of a mother in law had schemed her own way out of Harry's bed. And that also meant that handling Harry would fall completely to Daphne, and with any luck it wouldn't take long for Harry to realize that her big sister just wasn't up to the task.
Then he would remember that there was another Greengrass (former Greengrass, that is) who had handled him perfectly well all by herself, and he'd realize that Astoria was better than her sister in every way. If any Greengrass was going to share his bed, it should be her.
--
"Well hello, auntie. Wasn't expecting to see you around here today."
The suspicion in her niece's voice was obvious, but Narcissa didn't really think she was trying to hide it. That she'd called her auntie was another sign; she didn't call her that unless she was trying to rile her up. That was no matter; she could play that game easily enough.
"Yes, I'm so sorry to drop in unannounced like this, Nymphadora," she said. The Head Auror's eyebrows twitched and got thicker, and her hair flashed red for a few seconds before she made it shift back to the lavender ponytail she'd worn today. "I was hoping to meet with Lord Potter-Black; I have some documents to deliver to him."
It was actually true, as she proved by holding up a stack of old parchment for Tonks to see. She could have simply had it delivered to him, of course, but it seemed like a good excuse for her to drop by the office. It had been a week since Harry and Daphne's first date and the beginning of their relationship. She'd stayed away for the past week, giving them their space while they acclimated to their new relationship, but now she was ready to pop in and see how things were going. She wanted to see if Daphne had informed Harry of their deal yet, and if she had she wanted to rub Astoria's face in it a bit.
"Harry's out on a case today," Tonks said, shaking her head. "If you've got something for him, you can leave it with his assistant. Blonde hair, blue eyes, look of smug superiority on her face; you might know her."
"That does sound like someone I know," Narcissa said, smiling slightly at the description of her daughter-in-law. "I will do that, thank you."
Harry being out of the office was a mild disappointment, but a chance to needle Astoria, especially at work where she couldn't (or at least shouldn't) respond as fiercely as she'd like, would never be passed up by her.
She walked through the Ministry building until she neared Harry's office. His door was closed, but Astoria was seated outside at her usual desk. Her head was bent over her desk as she wrote, but she looked up when she heard Narcissa's footsteps approaching. She scowled when she saw her face, and it made Narcissa grin.
"Hello, daughter," she said, delighting in the way it made Astoria's scowl deepen.
"Mother," Astoria said, pure venom dripping from her tongue. There was no one else but them around to hear, freeing her up to be a bit more bold than she might have been otherwise. "Auror Potter is out today, so if you have business with him I recommend you come back some other time."
"Yes, my dear niece informed me," Narcissa said. "I'll just leave these documents here with you, shall I? Will you make sure your boss gets them?"
"Yes, of course," Astoria grumbled. She took the parchment out of Narcissa's hands and set it down on her desk. Narcissa knew that Harry would receive them; she would ask him, and if he hadn't gotten them Astoria would be in for some punishment. Much as she might have liked to burn the parchment to ash just to spite her, Astoria knew she couldn't afford to do so.
"I sure hope dear Lord Potter-Black is staying safe and alert while out on the job today," Narcissa said. "I'm sure he's feeling a bigger drain on his stamina than usual, what with his recently blooming social life. It's really about time, don't you think?" She'd come here in hopes of discerning whether or not Harry knew of her arrangement with Daphne yet, but while she was here she might as well twist the knife in Astoria's side.
"You don't have me fooled, you know," Astoria said, and Narcissa was surprised at how calm she sounded. She still looked annoyed, but she hadn't risen to take the bait like she'd expected. "You had me going for a bit when you showed up in my home and taunted me, but I know the truth now."
"Oh? And what truth is that, naive little Astoria?" Narcissa asked. She'd taken another look around to confirm that they were still alone in Harry's corner of the building, and once she was assured of that she allowed herself to get a little more openly confrontational and insulting as well. She put up a silencing charm around them first though. There was still the possibility that someone could walk up and tell that they were arguing based on their body language, but at least they wouldn't hear what exactly they were discussing. Anyone other than Harry would probably think that they were just a mother and daughter-in-law having a perfectly ordinary disagreement over something to do with the Malfoy line.
"You let me think that Harry was going to keep fucking you even now that he's started dating Daphne, but I came right out and asked him about it," she said.
"A bold move, Astoria," she said. That was a mild surprise for Narcissa; she would have thought Astoria's pride would have prevented her from being so direct. She supposed that just went to show how desperate this situation had made her. "I never knew you to wear your heart on your sleeve like that. Are you really so desperate for Harry's cock--the cock of a man who is most definitely not your husband?"
"No more desperate than you, you bloody hypocrite," Astoria spat. "You're still married to Draco's father, who is rotting away alone in Azkaban while you whore yourself to one of the people who helped put him there!"
"Lucius would approve of my actions, especially since I've succeeded in making sure that you can no longer make a cuckold of his son," Narcissa said mildly. She actually doubted Lucius would be nearly so blasé about her fucking another man, no matter where he was or how long it had been since they'd shared a bed, but Astoria didn't need to know that.
"You've also succeeded in making sure that you won't be getting his cock anymore either," Astoria said. "I asked Harry myself, and he told me he won't be cheating on Daphne with anyone. Last time I checked, you're included in anyone."
Oh, I see, Narcissa thought to herself. She grinned, knowing that Astoria thought she'd gotten one over on her and caught her in a lie. Little did she know that this was not the decisive argument that she thought it was.
"Who said anything about cheating?" she said, cocking her head at Astoria as if she was confused. "I suppose that would be the first place your mind would jump to, given how willing you were to cuckold your husband." She knew that wasn't entirely fair; that she'd initially entered into her affair with Harry in order to avoid going to Azkaban for her crimes. But she was very willing to cheat on Draco now, so she felt no guilt in disparaging her.
"But Daphne--"
"Believe me, Astoria: I wouldn't dream of doing anything behind Daphne's back," she said. She saw the way her daughter in law's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, and Narcissa decided that that was a good place to end it. Though not, of course, before delivering one final barb. "I wouldn't dare to do anything that might jeopardize her relationship with Harry; not after I worked so hard to put them together. But who's to say that your sister might not be feeling charitable to me for playing matchmaker?"
--
"Have you had any conversations with Narcissa recently?" Harry asked, looking at Daphne from across the table in his dining room.
"I did," Daphne said. "She popped in for a floo call just this afternoon, in fact."
"And did you two discuss anything? About us, I mean?"
"Would you mind explaining why you're asking me that?" Daphne put her drink down and looked at him speculatively. "I'll answer all of your questions, I promise. I'm just curious why you're bringing it up."
Harry took a swallow of the wine in his hand, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say without arousing her suspicion about the true nature of his relationship, or previous relationship at least, with Narcissa Malfoy. They'd agreed that they weren't going to ask questions about previous romantic or sexual relationships, preferring to focus on the present and the future as they embarked on this new adventure and began dating. It wasn't so much that he was concerned about her finding out he'd been shagging Narcissa, but that he wanted to avoid any probing questions about how their dalliance had started. Daphne finding out about Narcissa was one thing, but Astoria was quite another.
"She's seemed...different than I expected her to be," Harry said. He'd been expecting Narcissa to be at least somewhat upset about their affair coming to an end, even if she'd been the one to engineer his run-in with Daphne in an obvious attempt to set them up. But she hadn't acted any differently at all; she hadn't seemed the least bit upset the few times he's seen her or spoken with her since he began to date Daphne. He knew Narcissa was very practiced at masking her emotions and putting on airs, but he felt certain that he would've picked up on something if she were truly upset. He was an auror, and a highly skilled one if he said so himself. Narcissa was good, but she wasn't that good.
There was also the probing questions Astoria had asked, and how concerned she'd seemed with the idea of him continuing to sleep with Narcissa. As angry as she'd been when he told her he wouldn't be fucking her anymore, that he was going to stay faithful to Daphne so they could see where this relationship went, she hadn't seemed surprised by it. But she had been surprised, and somewhat relieved as well, when he assured her he would not be cheating on Daphne period, with anyone, Narcissa included.
He wasn't about to bring Astoria into this discussion though, so he restricted the focus solely to Narcissa.
"Different? Different how?" Daphne asked, interlocking her hands and resting them on the table in front of her.
"She's seemed, well, happier than I'd expected her to be," he said, trying to figure out how to word it. "Obviously we both know she's the one who arranged for us to meet, and God knows she's been encouraging me to start dating and looking for a wife so I can get to work on continuing the Black line."
Daphne nodded. He knew that outwardly it made sense because Narcissa might be a Malfoy now but had been born a daughter of the House of Black, and logically she would want the family line to continue. Of course the big reason she was so keen on setting him up with someone was so Draco's wife would stop cuckolding him, but he wasn't about to reveal that to Daphne.
"Still, I didn't expect her to be so pleased about it," he finished. He felt it sounded a little lame, but they'd agreed not to dwell on their past and so he saw no reason to throw his affair with Narcissa in her face if she didn't know about it.
"I think you're omitting the real reason you're surprised," she said, "but that's okay. I understand why you might do that, but there's no reason for it. I already know you've been having an affair with Narcissa."
He tensed, but he could not detect any sign that she was angry or upset with him. And really, why should she be upset? She'd already made her thoughts on Draco abundantly clear to him, and everyone knew how much Draco took after his father. Daphne would probably find him sleeping with Lucius's wife while he sat in Azkaban amusing if anything.
"Did she tell you?" he asked. He didn't see any point in denying it, so he just acknowledged it so they could deal with it head-on and he could hopefully figure out why Narcissa was still in such a pleasant mood.
"No," Daphne said, shaking her head. "I noticed something between you two during lunch, and yes, she then confirmed it for me when she realized I'd already worked out the truth for myself."
"Hmm." This really didn't clear anything up for Harry, and if anything it only made him more confused. If Daphne knew the truth, why was Narcissa so happy about it? "I'm a bit surprised she took it so well, to be honest with you."
"That's because we came to an agreement," Daphne said. She looked slightly nervous here, and Harry's hackles were raised on reflex.
"What kind of agreement?" he asked levelly. He didn't really see what Daphne and Narcissa could do to try and harm him, or why they'd desire to do so, but he'd dealt with enough scheming in his life to have a healthy mistrust towards people making decisions that concerned him without his knowledge or input.
"I agreed to allow her to continue sleeping with you, under certain conditions," Daphne said.
"What?" Whatever Harry had been expecting her to say, that was not it. "I thought we were going to give this a go. You know, date exclusively and not see other people."
"Absolutely," Daphne said, nodding. "But you haven't really been dating Narcissa, right?" He shook his head; there might be a certain uneasy fondness there with Narcissa, the woman who had lied to Voldemort and saved his life, but there was no romance there, nor would there ever be.
"I have no interest in competing for your affection," Daphne went on, "but that's not what Narcissa is. And frankly, the couple of weeks we've been together have been enough to reinforce her suggestion that your sexual appetite is rather large for any single woman to handle."
"Why didn't you tell me about this before now?" he asked. There were other questions to be asked, but this was the most important one for him. He had no problem treating Daphne as an equal partner; unlike her sister, Narcissa and everyone else who had shared his bed in the last several months, she was his girlfriend. There was an equality there that had not existed with Astoria under her vow, Narcissa with her failed schemes or Ginny who was an ex that he was proving a point to. But he wanted to make it clear to her right now that he wasn't going to stand for her using him as some kind of bargaining chip behind his back.
"I was waiting for Narcissa to contact me and confirm that she had held up her end of our bargain first," she said. "She did so this afternoon, and I was going to tell you tonight. But you, perceptive auror that you are, beat me to it."
"And what is her end of the bargain, exactly?" he asked. "I'd like for you to be honest with me about what you're hoping to get out of this, both from her and from me."
"From you? Nothing," she said. His skepticism had to have shown on his face, because she nodded firmly. "I'm serious. I'm not asking for anything from you in return, other than a night to regain my strength while you use Narcissa to work out your lust on. I'll swear to it if you'd like."
"Not necessary," he said. That she offered to swear a vow told him that she was likely serious, but he didn't want to get into the habit of demanding vows from her unless absolutely necessary. If this relationship was going to work they would need to be able to trust each other. "And what about Narcissa? What did she have to do in exchange?"
Daphne smirked. "That you two shared a bed with Pansy Parkinson came up during our discussion, and that led to a chat about those nipple piercings Pansy has. I suggested that she could show how important continuing to share your bed was to her if she followed Pansy's lead and got her own nipples pierced. She's now done so, or so she says, which is why I was going to tell you about all of this tonight."
"And that's it?" he asked. "That's all you're getting out of this? I get to have a relationship with you and continue to fuck Narcissa, and all you want out of it in return is pierced nipples?"
He realized that it wasn't just about the pierced nipples. Those were a show of dominance over Narcissa, a way to show the older woman who held all of the power here of the two of them. That made sense where it came to Narcissa, but he didn't really see what the point of it all was.
"Bringing Narcissa into our bed on occasion isn't just for you," Daphne admitted. "I wasn't kidding about you being too much for me to handle all by myself. Being with you is exhausting. It's amazing, of course; the best sex I've ever had by a very wide margin. But it's exhausting as well." She leaned closer to him now, and her face broke out in a mischievous smile. "Narcissa's not the only one who has some experience sharing a bed with another woman. Tracey and I played together often over the years, though not since she began dating Alexander Boot over a year ago."
"So you may join in?" he asked, intrigued. Dating Daphne while continuing to sleep with Narcissa had been an appealing thought on its own, but being with both at the same time? He'd thought his days of fucking more than one woman at the same time were behind him when he and Daphne started seeing each other, and likely for good if the relationship stuck, but he wouldn't say no to having two beautiful blondes in his bed.
"From time to time," she said, shrugging. "Though I am extremely satisfied with our current sex life, so I'd expect that you'll be the one getting the most use out of your pureblood mistress."
Harry had finished his wine, and Daphne's was long forgotten. All this talk of fucking Narcissa, with Daphne perhaps joining in, had gotten Harry's libido going. He pushed his chair out, stood up and walked over towards her.
"Speaking of use," he said, "we've gotten plenty of use out of my bed, but not nearly as much out of the dining table. Care to sample it?"
If Daphne's naughty grin wasn't enough of an answer, her waving her wand to levitate their dishes into the kitchen and out of their way made her thoughts easily discernible. She got up from her chair as he vanished his clothes, and when Harry came to her and pulled her body into his she was ready for it. Their lips met in a deep kiss, the level of passion and need they displayed surprising considering they'd shagged for hours just last night.
Harry felt almost like a beast as he yanked Daphne's shirt and skirt off, sending buttons flying in his haste to get her naked. She squealed into his mouth when he tugged her knickers down, lifted her up by her arse and all but slammed her down onto the table. He used his fingers on her for a bit, getting her warmed up, though she didn't have very far to go to be ready for him. Once she was there he lined his cock up and pushed forward, groaning as he penetrated his lover.
He could understand Daphne's remarks about his insatiable sexual appetite. The last several months had changed him. After years of not ever being able to unleash his true sexual nature out of fear of scaring away anyone who might be interested in him, he'd spent the past several months embracing who he really was. Astoria had been the most frequent target for his desires, but there'd also been something of a revolving door of additional partners that popped in from time to time. From Tonks to Pansy to Romilda to Ginny, and of course Narcissa, there'd always been someone else who filtered in to take some of the burden off of the Lady Malfoy's shoulders.
But for the last two weeks Daphne had been the sole recipient of all his attention. There'd been no midday fucking with Astoria, or a spanking in his office that turned into something more, and there hadn't been the occasional visit from Narcissa or run-in with someone else. It had all fallen on Daphne. Not since the earliest days of Astoria's vow had it been only one woman who shared his bed for this long, and he'd still been learning to embrace this side of himself back then. He understood why Daphne might feel overwhelmed.
He'd been waiting to get Daphne out of her clothes all day, and now that it was here he couldn't even think about trying to ease up on her, not that she'd shown any signs of wanting him to. Harry fucked her hard and fast on the table, making her back rock against the wood as he hammered his hips forward. He felt a flash of annoyance that he'd been too impatient to even get her bra off, because her big breasts would surely be bouncing in a way that was most pleasing to the eye with how hard he was taking her.
His girlfriend's breasts, round and enticing though they were, would have to wait because he wasn't about to stop right now for anything short of his home bursting into flames around them, or maybe Voldemort coming back from the dead to fling killing curses at him. He'd been waiting all day to fuck Daphne, and he wouldn't even consider letting her up until he'd had his fill. His hands held her by the hips, keeping a firm grip on her lovely skin while he thrust his hips hard and drove his cock into her again and again.
Daphne grunted throughout it all, showing her enthusiasm as he fucked her on the table. This might tire her out, but there was no reason to question whether or not she enjoyed it. Her amber eyes stared up at him as she egged him on, constantly asking for more, harder, deeper. And he complied with all three commands, pounding his girlfriend on the table and doing his best to make up for a day of working hard at the office and not laying a finger on her sexy sister, who had been there at his beck and call for months now any time he was in need of relief.
He wasn't sure he'd realized just how used to sex he'd gotten until he decided to commit to seeing where this relationship went and thus not having sex with anyone else behind Daphne's back. Going from having Astoria at his beck and call, available to fulfill his desire just about any time he was in the mood, as well as playing with Narcissa regularly plus whoever else wound up in his path, to a more normal sex life where he only got pleasure from one woman when she was available and in the mood, had been a jarring transition.
It was a lot to ask Daphne to take on, but she'd seemed enthusiastic enough about the challenge so far. Maybe he was wearing her out and she was looking forward to eventually having Narcissa on hand to lighten her load, but she took everything eagerly enough tonight, just as she'd always done thus far. He gave her everything he had, pouring the entire day's worth of sexual energy into this one fuck and doing his very best to shag her stupid, and her pants and moans told him he was doing a very good job of it.
The elder Greengrass sister screamed in orgasm as he shagged her rotten on his dining table, and Harry wasn't far behind her. He pulled his cock out just before finishing and shot his seed onto her belly. (They were taking precautions so there was no imperative need to pull out of her, but every once in a while he enjoyed seeing his seed coating her lovely pale skin.)
"So do you have any complaints about my little deal with Narcissa?" Daphne managed to ask moments later despite gasping for breath.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. While he was going to have to stress that he didn't want her to get into the habit of making deals that concerned him without his knowledge or approval, he didn't see any reason to be upset with this particular arrangement. Daphne was giving him permission to resume shagging Narcissa, and had also dangled the potential of her joining in, and she wanted absolutely nothing from him in return. What kind of idiot would he be if he had any sort of problem with this deal?
"No," he said out loud. "No, I have no complaints at all."
--
"You've been around the house a lot more recently," Draco said. Most husbands probably would have sounded happy about that, or at least Astoria assumed they would, but hers sounded more annoyed than anything else. "Normally you'd stay late at work at least once or twice a week. Have you done something to anger Potter and jeopardize our standing with him?"
"No," Astoria said, stamping down her annoyance. Though she knew it was foolish, there was a petty side of her that wanted to tell him most of those late nights and weekend 'overtime' had been spent getting tied up, spanked, blindfolded, buggered and whatever else Harry felt like doing to her. "I haven't done anything to get on his bad side."
"Then what's the issue?" he asked. "Have things been that slow in the auror department? I can't imagine that's it. There certainly have been enough minor players and competitors who have been getting caught recently, though no one with connections to us."
"No, that's not it," she said. "The work hasn't slowed down at all. We've just been getting it all done during work hours." She was actually busier than ever now that she was no longer getting fucked every day while at work. Harry had continued to do his job competently and keep his productivity up despite their daily shenanigans, but now that he was keeping his hands off of her he had taken things to an entirely different level. According to Tonks he was probably doing the work of two or three aurors right now, and he was doing it while rarely remaining in the office after hours so he could go out on dates with her sister in the evenings.
The result for her, in addition to the sexual frustration that was not relieved before, during or after work hours, was mounds of paperwork to do in order to keep up with his pace. He actually needed her work as his assistant now more than ever before.
"Oh? And what's Potter been up to? Why has he been rushing to get his work done early?" Draco, as always, was very curious about Potter's goings-on. One of the primary reasons he'd 'encouraged' her to become Harry's assistant, aside from the boost to the family's public image, was so she could let him know if Harry was up to anything that might be worth knowing.
"He's just been going on a few dates," she admitted unhappily.
"Dates?" Draco looked more interested now. "With who? Is it someone who might be a potential ally of ours, or someone we need to keep an eye on?"
"I'm not allowed to tell you," she said. When he scoffed and narrowed his eyes at her, she shook her head. "Really, I'm not. He's sworn me to secrecy on it." That wasn't strictly true; there wasn't any vow preventing her from telling Draco who he was dating. But Harry had made it clear to her that they didn't want their new relationship to go public just yet, and she wasn't going to be the cause of it leaking. She was still holding out hope that it would fizzle out as quickly as it started, and if that did happen she didn't want to be on his bad side. Two weeks without his touch had already been quite long enough.
She would have to hope that he got tired of her sister soon and resumed their sexual partnership soon thereafter, because she felt sure she would soon explode otherwise.
--
"Narcissa Malfoy is here to see you, Harry."
Harry paused in his work. He'd been wondering when he'd hear from Narcissa again. "That's fine, Demelza. Send her in." He pointed his wand at the door and opened it to invite her in.
Draco's mum, impeccably dressed as always, walked into his office a few seconds later, after which he pointed his wand at the door again so it closed behind her. He also put up a silencing charm; whatever her purpose for coming here might have been, he was going to tell her that he knew about her agreement with Daphne.
"Good afternoon, Harry," she said, smiling pleasantly.
"Afternoon," he said, looking up from the case file he'd been studying. "Have a seat."
She sat down on the other side of the desk. "I noticed my dear daughter in law was not at her desk outside," Narcissa commented. "Is she out sick today? Or did you perhaps realize that she's not such a good assistant now that she actually has to do work instead of spending the work hours on her back?"
"She's been doing a perfectly fine job as my assistant," Harry said. It was the truth. When she'd first come here she'd gotten very little done and had only really been of use as someone to fuck and relieve his stress on, but she'd grown into a capable assistant. Even under the current increase in her workload she'd held up well. "She's actually out running an errand for me right now. She'll probably be back soon."
"What a pity," she said, smiling. "I just wanted to schedule a chance for us to meet about the Black inheritance."
"We can do that," he said, "but first I think we need to discuss your agreement with Daphne."
"She told you, then?" Narcissa's face betrayed nothing.
"She did," he said with a nod, "though I had a feeling something happened between you two before that."
"And what are your thoughts?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him. "I trust you're willing to take advantage of your girlfriend's charitable gesture?"
He snorted. "I'm not sure charitable is the word that I would use, but yes, I'm perfectly fine with continuing to fuck you, so long as Daphne has no problem with it."
"I'm glad to hear it," she said. Her smile got brighter. "I worried Daphne wouldn't be agreeable, and then worried you might be too noble to fuck another woman even if your girlfriend gave you clear permission. I'm glad that I was wrong on both counts."
They didn't have time to discuss it any further before they heard Astoria arrive back at the office and put her things down on her desk just outside of his office door.
"You're not to say anything to her about this," he said. "Not yet at least." She would likely learn about it eventually, but he'd rather not deal with that complication right now. She'd been on her best behavior lately, and he'd prefer not to do anything that would bring out her bitchy side again.
"My lips are sealed," Narcissa said, smirking at him. He got the feeling that she would use this to tease her daughter in law as much as possible, but it wasn't like he could get too angry with her for that. He'd taunted Astoria with what he might do with Daphne on their first date, after all, even if he'd pretty much kept things professional between them in the weeks since.
"Harry?" Astoria knocked at the door. "I've got that old testimony on the Borgin case that you wanted to see."
He dispelled the silencing charm and used his wand to open the door. Astoria entered, holding the requested files in her hand, but she stopped short when she realized that he had a visitor. She didn't bother trying to hide her scowl when she saw who his guest was, but Narcissa just grinned back at her.
"That's good, Astoria," he said. "Thank you. You can put it down on the desk here."
Astoria walked over stiffly and dropped the files down on his desk with rather more force than was necessary. He raised an eyebrow; Narcissa hadn't even said a word and had still managed to annoy her. That was some gift.
"I'm going to go get lunch," Astoria said brusquely.
"I'm surprised at you, daughter," Narcissa chided. "You're being incredibly rude to your boss."
"And why do you care?" Astoria snapped. "Are you here to make my work life worse too, just like every other part of my life that you stick your nose in?"
"Didn't you say you were going to go eat lunch?" Harry said. He was trying to get her out of his office before the bickering between the Malfoy women got any worse, but Astoria did not take him up on it.
"Stay out of this, Harry," she said. "This doesn't concern you."
"It does concern me, at least when you're snapping at each other inside of my office," he said.
"Don't blame me because you chose to allow such poor company into your office," Astoria said. She glared at him, and he hadn't seen such hostility in her blue eyes in weeks (not directed at him, at least.) "But you do seem to be making a habit of that."
"Stop talking," he said, glaring at her. The clear command triggered her vow and made sure she went silent, but she still looked mutinous. He'd noticed that she'd been getting progressively angrier recently, especially over the past week or so. She'd done a reasonably good job of keeping it bottled up until now, the heavy workload likely having something to do with that, but Narcissa's presence had obviously set her off. Knowing that it was Narcissa rather than him that had upset her did nothing to calm him. He knew of the issues between Astoria and her family, but he wasn't going to let her demean their fledgling relationship.
"Such an unruly assistant," Narcissa said, shaking her head and tutting in what Harry was sure was a deliberate attempt to upset Astoria even further. "Normally a superior would chastise an underling for such a thing; perhaps even threaten them with termination, but that's not the route you chose. But how are you going to go about disciplining her now, Harry? I assume you don't intend to administer any spankings, given the recent change in your personal life."
"I honestly hadn't given it any thought," he said slowly. "It hasn't been an issue until now."
Astoria nodded and gestured with her arms, trying to get his attention. Harry realized that she had something she wanted to say, but he'd ordered her to stop talking and so she couldn't say a word until he canceled that order.
"Go ahead and speak," he said nodding at his assistant.
"Yeah, you'd better rethink that," Astoria said in a rush as soon as she was allowed to speak. "The current method has been extremely effective, hasn't it?"
"It has," he admitted. He could tell what she was aiming to do. He knew she'd come to enjoy their time together, enjoy his treatment of her (the rougher the better.) It was obvious that she was trying to find some excuse, some pretense of getting at least some part of that back. That didn't change the fact that she was right. Astoria was a stubborn one, to say the least, and physical reprimands got through to her much more than verbal chastisement or threats would.
"Well if even Astoria agrees that it's been effective, there's no need to stop it," Narcissa said. "Of course you feel that it wouldn't be proper for you to administer it anymore, Harry, and I support that. I would be more than happy to assist you in this, just as I assist you in your attempts to restore my sister and her daughter to the Black line."
"You would, would you?" Harry said, looking back and forth between the two women. All three of them knew why Narcissa had made the offer, and it had very little to do with wanting to help him.
"Of course I would! It would be such a shame if my successor as Lady Malfoy reverted to such abominable behavior so soon after finally beginning to demonstrate that she might be able to behave in a manner that befit our house, even if only out in public. What kind of mother in law and Lady Malfoy would I be if I allowed such a thing to happen, especially if it was within my power to stop it?"
"You aren't the Lady Malfoy," Astoria bit out. "Not anymore, no matter how much you might want to pretend you are." She turned her head away from her mother in law to look directly at Harry. "It wasn't only the spankings that were so effective, as you well know."
"Ah, yes," Narcissa said, taking over once again. "I did hear about that time that Harry used his magic to deny you the ability to orgasm as part of your punishment. It so happens that I remember reading all about that particular spell in the Black library years ago. With Lord Potter-Black's permission I could easily swing by the library and refresh my memory on the particulars of the spell, if it's still part of the arrangement."
"It's not," Harry said quickly, jumping in before Astoria could, knowing that she was about to snap at her mother in law once again. "I'm not opposed to you taking over in disciplining her though."
Narcissa smiled widely, but Astoria had the exact opposite reaction. Her mouth hung open in shock and she shook her head in disbelief.
"You have to be kidding!" she said, staring at him like he'd grown a second head.
"I'm not." He shook his head at her. "It's been very effective; you said so yourself. And I'm not going to tolerate you slipping back into old habits. You were quite intolerable before I began to punish you for your transgressions, as I'm sure Hermione could attest, among many, many others. I'm not comfortable punishing you myself given my relationship with your sister, but that doesn't mean the punishment's going to stop."
"But why her?!" Astoria hissed. "You know I hate her!"
"Yes, I do," he said, nodding. "I know all about the animosity between the two of you. And I'd say that makes her an ideal choice to carry out your punishments. You hate her, and you don't want her to get the chance to punish you? Fine. Just behave and you won't have to worry about it."
Astoria glowered at him but didn't say anything, so he turned his attention back to Narcissa. He was willing to give her this responsibility, but not before he made a few things clear to her. As he said to Astoria, he did know of the mutual dislike the Malfoy women had for each other, and because of that he knew that Narcissa would look to exploit this situation to the fullest, He didn't mind her giving Astoria a bit of humbling; she needed it from time to time, as she'd just reminded him moments earlier. But he wasn't going to give Narcissa free rein to do whatever she pleased.
"You will allow Astoria to leave as soon as her punishment is over, if that is what she wants, and you will only give her the punishment she has been sent to you with," he said firmly. "You don't get to give her additional punishment. If you think she's said or done something that requires it, you can bring it up with me."
"That seems reasonable," Narcissa said. "So you'll send her to me immediately after her work day ends, then?"
"Yes," he agreed, "unless she's earned no punishment that day."
"Wait a minute!" Astoria said, gaining his attention again. "Aren't you forgetting something? It wasn't just punishment that you gave me; you gave me the chance to earn rewards for good behavior too. And I don't want her giving me those rewards."
"Yes, I understand," he said. "I will handle the rewards." She perked up, likely imagining gaining control over him for a night like she'd done in the past and forcing him to break his promise not to cheat on Daphne, but he shook his head. "It won't be like before though. You'll be given more normal rewards, like pay bonuses, additional vacation time and things like that."
"But that's not fair!" Astoria whined. "You can't keep the punishment intact, and with her giving it to me, but change the rewards!"
"I certainly can," he said. "But if you're so set on changing them, we could abandon this system entirely and I could just adopt the normal Ministry standards when it comes to discipline. If you'd prefer to get rid of spankings and replace them with official rebukes like any other Ministry employee would get, we can do that. But those rebukes are official on your record, and I have no doubt your husband would wind up hearing about them before the day is over." She crossed her arms and glared at the floor, saying nothing. "No Ministry employee can run around acting the way that you sometimes do without being punished for it. Pout all you want, but I'm actually giving you a choice here; more choice than anyone else gets."
"Fine," she muttered. "I accept." Obviously she'd decided that the official rebukes, which would remain on her record and were sure to reach Draco's ears, would be worse than the temporary pain and embarrassment of being punished by a woman that she hated.
"Good. Then we'll start tonight after work," he said.
--
Narcissa took one look at the number Harry had written down, handed to her by a grumbling Astoria, and laughed joyously. Astoria had already been in a rotten mood, and seeing the delight on her mother in law's face did nothing to help. She'd tried to bite her tongue; really she had. But she'd been finding it harder and harder to control her temper the longer she went without a nice hard fuck to calm her down, and she swore that the idiots from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office had been deliberately trying to ruin her entire day.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Narcissa asked, looking at her expectantly as she rested in a comfortable-looking chair in her sitting room. "I believe Draco is expecting you, so we should probably get this over with quickly, right? Go ahead and get those robes off."
Astoria muttered to herself under her breath, but she knew she didn't have any other choice here. Well, she could walk out and refuse to give this bitch the satisfaction, but that would mean dealing with the regular Ministry discipline system, and with how irritable she'd been for the last couple of weeks she knew she had no chance of making that work. Draco would inevitably find out, and it would lead to nothing good. He might even demand that she quit before she damaged her reputation (and his and the family's as well by associations) any further.
Even if Harry were willing to let that happen, it would mean losing any chance she had of trying to seduce or coerce her way into his bed ever again, and the thought of never being fucked by Harry Potter again wasn't one that she could bear. Thus she removed her work robes, folded them up neatly and put them down on top of Narcissa's end table.
"The knickers as well," Narcissa said. Astoria scowled but wiggled out of the lacy red knickers she'd worn to work that day. She continued to wear attractive underwear to work every day in the hopes that that would be the day that Harry finally touched her again. Narcissa being the only one to see her fancy underwear was bad enough, and that she was only seeing them for a moment before she took them off was worse still.
"Now come here." Her mother in law patted her knee, but it was by no means an invitation to come and snuggle. Astoria reluctantly walked over to her and crawled onto her lap, lying over her knees as she might have done if she were a child being spanked.
"Get ready for your punishment, daughter," Narcissa said sarcastically. "This has been a long time coming."
Astoria had herself partially convinced that this wasn't actually going to be that bad. The verbal humiliation would be the toughest part; Narcissa had always been able to get under her skin like no one else, with the possible exception of her sister. But physically, there was no way she could compare to Harry. She'd never felt power like Harry's before, whether he was fucking her or spanking her, and no matter what games Narcissa liked to play, she was no Harry Potter.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
To Astoria's dismay, it turned out that she'd underestimated her mother in law. Harry was capable of generating more raw power than Narcissa, there was no question about that, but what Narcissa lacked in strength she made up for in precise planning. She'd made her get across her knees so her legs would be pinned and she wouldn't be able to kick, and she seemed to have a knack for waiting until Astoria was least expecting the impact and then delivering it. She might not have the physical strength of Harry, but she was just as effective in her own way.
Smack! "I should have done this to you years ago." Smack! "Or perhaps your mother should have." Smack! "Maybe you wouldn't have turned out to be such a stain on the Malfoy name if someone had put you in your place." Smack!
The taunts hurt as much as the spanks, and that was saying something. This woman knew just how to infuriate her, and she was doing an expert job of it. Physical pain and verbal humiliation mixed together as her mother in law administered spank after spank, taunting her after each and every one.
"That's the halfway mark," Narcissa said. "I'll give you a brief rest now, but you're to remain where you are." The spanks paused, but Narcissa's hand rubbing her stinging arse didn't soothe Astoria, and she doubted it was meant to. She wanted to humiliate her, and she was succeeding.
"Are you sure you don't want me to be the one to provide your rewards?" Narcissa asked, and though she couldn't see her face, Astoria could hear the humor in the older woman's voice. She was getting a kick out of this, damn her. "Hang vacations and bonuses; I can give you the real rewards, the ones you actually want!" Her hand continued to rub circles across Astoria's bum, but it only made her grit her teeth.
"No fucking thank you," she muttered. "I'm not desperate enough to crawl into your bed."
"Are you sure? Do you really think you can do any better? I mean, it's not like Harry's ever going to be giving you those rewards again. Why not take them where you can get them?"
Astoria growled at the reminder, especially since the woman currently taunting her was the cause of all of this. "It's not like you're going to be any more involved with Harry than I am," she said. "And since your husband is in Azkaban, we know you're not getting any help there."
Narcissa's hand stopped rubbing her, and Astoria experienced a moment of vindictive satisfaction. It wasn't meant to last long though. "My dear daughter, Harry has given me the task of seeing to your discipline. I already enjoy a closer relationship with him than you have or will ever have, and I've done it in a shorter period of time and without any vow to artificially put us together."
"That doesn't change anything that I said, does it?" Astoria asked, unwilling to give in just yet. "Harry's not going to cheat on Daphne, and that goes for you just as much as it does for me. If you have any relationship with him, it's friendship at best—and I doubt he trusts you anywhere near as much as his actual friends."
Her retort didn't have the impact she hoped it would, because Narcissa just laughed. "Accio hairbrush," she said.
Astoria tensed when she heard that. She'd been doing an effective enough job with just her hand, but with a hairbrush it was about to get much worse for her.
"The second half of your punishment is going to be much rougher than the first, so I hope you enjoyed the warm-up" Narcissa said. "I don't have a paddle on hand, so this hairbrush will have to do." She lightly rubbed the back of the hairbrush against her arse, giving her a tease of what was to come. "As for Harry and Daphne, did you forget who introduced them, you fool? Don't you think they might feel grateful to me for setting their meeting up? It's certainly far more than you've ever done for either of them. Perhaps it's just friendship now. But if Daphne ever does decide to share him, perhaps to ease the burden of having to satisfy him, don't you think she'd be far more likely to turn to me, the woman who played matchmaker, than you, the younger sister who hates her?"
Astoria had no counter for that, and she endured the second half of her spanking in silence. Well, aside from the grunts Narcissa forced out of her at least. The woman had been effective enough just using the palm of her hand; with the brush she was a menace. She took great pleasure in swatting both of Astoria's arse cheeks, leaving her sore in a way she hadn't been in many weeks. It seemed that the closer she got to the end of the amount of spanks that Astoria had tallied, the harder she smacked her bum with the hairbrush. Astoria bit her lip and held back her groans as much as possible, wanting to deny Narcissa the satisfaction of hearing her break.
"There, all done," Narcissa said once they reached the end. She put the hairbrush down, and Astoria sighed in relief. "Now say thank you."
"What?" Astoria got back to her feet, knowing she was free to leave now per Harry's instructions. "I'm not doing that! Harry didn't say anything about that."
"You're right," Narcissa said, nodding at her calmly while remaining in her chair. "Just an oversight, of course. I'll speak to him about it tomorrow; I'm sure he'll add it in as a requirement. I think he'll also be agreeable to adding an additional five spanks from the hairbrush every time you forget or refuse. I'll give you one more chance to say it now; otherwise I'll give you five additional spanks."
Astoria wanted to refuse. She felt sure that even if Harry agreed to the change Narcissa wanted to make, he wouldn't allow her to get away with giving her more spanks tonight than she'd been sent with. He'd been very clear about that, hadn't he?
But then she thought about his current circumstances. She thought about how he'd not only started to date someone and cut her out of his sex life, but that he'd chosen her sister to do it with. She'd never gone into detail about her sister or her family with him, but he knew enough to know how much more it would sting her that the woman he discarded her for was Daphne. He'd even taunted her with it, delighting in how it upset her. Could she really put any trust in him to help her, even after he'd left her punishment in the hands of Narcissa who he knew she hated?
"Thank you, Narcissa," she said. The words tasted like floo powder in her mouth, and the smirk on her mother in law's face made it even harder to swallow.
"That's more like it," the older woman said. She got up from her chair, wiped herself off and walked away from Astoria. Just before she left the sitting room she paused and called back to her daughter in law. "Now get dressed, and be quick about it. You have five minutes to make yourself look presentable again before my wards kick you out on your arse, daughter."
--
Astoria knew this wasn't going to end well.
Sure, Harry hadn't expressly forbidden her from ever coming over to his home anymore, and had even left her keyed into the wards. But chances were high that he was with Daphne tonight, whether they were out on a date or staying in. If her sister was there she would try to pass it off as if she'd come over for something work-related, though Harry would know it was rubbish and would probably punish her for it (or have Narcissa punish her for it, which was far worse.)
Even if her sister wasn't there, the chances of this going the way she wanted it to were minute. She was hoping for a chance to try and seduce Harry, to remind him of the things he could do to her, the vow that made her subservient to him and forced her to obey his every command. She hadn't had a chance to try anything at work, busy as they both were. Any time she tried to get him alone he deftly put her aside and surrounded himself with other people, whether it was eating lunch with Hermione, discussing current cases with Tonks or giving hands-on instructions to some of the junior aurors.
She doubted he was going to be any more receptive to her advances in the privacy of his own home; he would probably affirm his commitment to her sister, send her away and add some more punishment onto her tally with Narcissa for the next day. But she had to try. She was too desperate to have him fuck her to think about this rationally. If there existed even the slightest chance that she could appeal to Harry in some way and get him to give her the relief that she hadn't felt in weeks, she had to take it.
"Fancy seeing you here, daughter."
Astoria froze at the sound of that familiar voice, and her eyes widened when she saw her mother in law sitting on a chair in Harry's sitting room and holding a dusty, ancient-looking book in her hands. Could she never escape Draco's bloody mother?!
"What are you doing here?!" Astoria hissed.
"I believe that's my line," Narcissa said, smiling at her. "It so happens that I'm here at Harry's invitation. I needed to look up some clauses on restoring someone to the Black family line, and he gave me permission to look around the library and take whatever I needed." She held up the book in her hands as if to show the evidence, and then her smile grew mischievous. "And what about you, Astoria? Why are you in your boss's home at this late hour?"
"That's none of your business," she said angrily. "I wanted to ask Harry something."
"I'm sure you did," Narcissa said sarcastically. "Unfortunately for you he took your charming sister out for dinner and—well, I'm sure you can imagine what comes after dinner. Though maybe you can't, now that I think on it. It wasn't like Harry ever had to take you out to dinner or try to romance you. He could just bend you over and fuck you like a cheap whore with nothing but a word. And that's what you're here for, isn't it? You're so addicted to Harry's cock that you came over here to try and steal him right out from under your sister's nose, didn't you?"
Narcissa got up out of her chair and walked over to her slowly, and Astoria shook her head vehemently.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" she insisted. "You don't know me at all!"
Narcissa laughed at her and stepped closer. "On the contrary, I know you very well. Do you really think I haven't noticed how horny you've been getting? You can't even help getting aroused when I spank you."
Astoria gasped when the older woman's hand reached out and touched her arm. She rubbed her through the little nightdress she'd worn over, and goosebumps rose on her skin involuntarily. She hated this woman, but she was so starved for human contact of any kind that even a touch like this made her feel things she wasn't comfortable with. And Narcissa was right about the spankings too. She'd done her best to ignore her arousal every time she left Narcissa's place after her punishment, but she knew it was there. And worse, so did Narcissa.
"I can help you out with that, you know," Narcissa whispered. "I might not be able to offer you everything that Harry can, but I can give you some relief. I know something of what you're going through. Your own fingers just can't cut it anymore, can they?" Astoria shook her head without really thinking about it. "I can give you the relief you can't give yourself, so long as you take care of me at the same time. We Malfoy women should help each other out, don't you think?"
The last thing Astoria had expected to be doing when she made the foolhardy decision to floo over to Harry's house uninvited was making out with Draco's mum. But she was so lonely and so starved for any kind of affection, physical or emotional, that she made a choice even more insane than the one to come here in the first place.
"It's a deal," she said. And then she put her hands on Narcissa's soft cheeks and pulled her into a kiss. It had been Narcissa who was in charge of everything, especially since she took over her discipline, but this time it was Astoria who was the aggressor. She kissed the older woman deeply and desperately, hoping she could find some sort of relief in her lips.
--
Harry was surprised enough to find Narcissa and Astoria standing in his sitting room when he got back from his date with Daphne, but far more surprised to see them kissing. And Astoria being the aggressor may have been the most surprising thing of all. He stood off to the side unnoticed as Narcissa pulled away from the kiss and shook her head.
"Not here, you silly girl," the older blonde said, sounding amused. "Harry could be back any time, and he might even have your sister with him. We'll go back to my place, and then you can have what you so desperately want."
"No, please!" Astoria begged, grabbing onto her mother in law's hand. "I'll take care of you first, I don't care, just please, Merlin, I want it so bad!" Harry raised his eyebrows, surprised at what he was hearing. When had this happened?
Deciding he'd seen enough, he cleared his throat to catch their attention. They both turned quickly to face him, and while Astoria looked stunned and panicked, Narcissa smiled in clear delight when she saw him. Obviously she had no problem with being discovered by him.
"And what are you doing here, Astoria?" he asked. "I don't recall inviting you."
"Why aren't you asking her the same question?" Astoria asked defensively, jutting her head in Narcissa's direction.
"I already told you about my purpose for being here," Narcissa said, rolling her eyes. "Remember?" She picked up a book and held it up, nodding at Harry. "I think this one might help, by the way, though I'll need some time to read through it thoroughly." Harry nodded, happy to hear it. Maybe with Narcissa's help they would figure out how to undo what had been done to Andromeda when she dared to marry a muggleborn wizard.
"Would Daphne think nothing of it if you were sitting here in the late hours of the night?" Astoria pressed, staring at Narcissa defiantly. "Especially if she knew you'd been fucking Harry before you set them up together?"
"I'm not in a position to answer that question," Narcissa said. Harry knew what she was doing. While she would probably take great pleasure in spilling the beans to Astoria, he'd demanded that she keep quiet about it and she was honoring that. But as Astoria stared at her in confusion, Harry shook his head. He'd known he would have to tell Astoria about this sooner or later, and it seemed like now was as good a time as any.
He sighed, which led Astoria to turn her eyes on him. "Daphne's only objection to seeing Narcissa waiting in here today would have been that she was a few days early." He saw Astoria's eyes narrow, and knew this was about to get worse. "The two of them reached an agreement wherein Narcissa can share my bed, with Daphne's consent and approval. Daphne says she'll be ready to let it begin starting next week."
"What?!" Astoria's reaction was predictable in its indignation. "You're cutting me off but you're letting her keep right on fucking you?! That's not fair!"
"Daphne isn't about to share her boyfriend with her own sister, you fool," Narcissa said, taunting her. She was taking clear pleasure in Astoria's rage, so whatever he'd just walked in on had not been a sign of a softening relationship between the Malfoy women. Maybe it was more like what Astoria had shared with him, especially in the early days of the vow.
"I can't believe you," Astoria said, biting her lip and glaring at him like she wished he would burst into flames on the spot. "I was here first! This isn't fair!"
"I didn't ask for this," he said. "When I said I wasn't going to cheat on Daphne I meant it. This was something they worked out between themselves, and Daphne told me about. I didn't beg and plead for Daphne to let Narcissa back into my bed. She offered, and I accepted. I can see that you're upset, but I'm not going to apologize for any of this."
"And what am I supposed to do?" Astoria demanded. "You got me hooked on having sex with you, and now you're taking it away. You're taking care of her, but what am I supposed to do?"
He nearly snapped at her to take that problem up with her husband, but he wasn't sure how well that would go over (with either woman.) Instead he decided to bring up an alternative means for her to find satisfaction, one that he'd just walked in on.
"Why don't you ask Narcissa?" he asked. "You certainly seemed to be happy enough to turn to her tonight. Or are you going to tell me I didn't walk in on you trying to shove your tongue down her throat?"
"You did," Astoria admitted, unhappy to say it but unable to deny it thanks to her vow.
"And however you might feel about her as a person, would you enjoy pleasing her sexually and having her please you?" he asked, not giving her any chance to try and rant and rave.
"Yes," she was forced to say.
"Then I think you've found your answer," he said. "How about you spend the weekend with Narcissa, working off your stress and sexual frustration?"
"Are you going to make me serve her now too?" Astoria asked bitterly.
"Yes, I believe I am," he said. "Otherwise I run the risk of you getting so desperate that you come snooping around me again, and next time we might not be lucky enough that Daphne isn't with me." He turned to Narcissa. "She'll serve you sexually this weekend, and you'll make sure she doesn't come over here or otherwise interfere with Daphne and I. But it's strictly sexual, and you can only do it at your home or in Malfoy Manor if you're absolutely sure that Draco is gone and won't be returning to catch you."
"You only have to obey her commands if they are reasonable," he said, looking at Astoria for a second, "and if you think they aren't, you tell me. If you can't find me, you tell Tonks." Astoria nodded, still not looking happy. "If she gives you a command that puts you at risk you're free to leave, and we'll also find an alternative way to handle your punishments at work."
"Fine," Astoria said. He could tell that she wasn't pleased with the turn this night had taken. It was obvious that she'd been hoping to convince him to fuck her again, but he was not going to be swayed into cheating on Daphne. Anything he did, he would do with her knowledge and approval; that was how a relationship worked. But he thought this was a decent alternative for Astoria, all things considered. She might not like Narcissa, and she might chafe at being put into a submissive role by her, but deep down they all knew she got off on being dominated. It had been exactly how things had gone between them, after all; there'd probably been at least as much animosity between them at the beginning of her vow as currently existed between her and her mother in law.
He felt sure that even if her pride was wounded by being put in this position by someone she had such issues with, she would find a similar sort of twisted satisfaction in being dominated by her. Maybe it wouldn't be quite what she'd gotten used to when it was the two of them, but it was likely the best she could do under her current circumstances.
"Now that we're all agreed, let's put my newfound authority to the test: go home, Astoria," Narcissa commanded with a smile. But Astoria just stood there and stared at her, making no move to obey her command, and Narcissa frowned.
"I gave you power to give her commands that are strictly sexual in nature," Harry said. "Obviously this doesn't count."
"Well that was underwhelming," Narcissa said, sighing. "I do imagine that Draco will be home soon though, so you really should probably get going."
"Agreed," Harry said. "Go floo home, Astoria."
Astoria nodded and began to walk away, but Narcissa spoke up again before she could leave. "If Draco isn't home yet when you get back, you're to touch yourself until you're about to orgasm and then stop just short of doing so."
Astoria paused, but nodded stiffly. Then she walked out of sight as she returned to her home, having gotten some form of answer to her sexual frustration even if it wasn't the one she'd come here seeking.
"You'd better not abuse your position," he said to Narcissa once Astoria was gone. "I'll be checking up on her. I know that she enjoys being dominated sexually and given orders to obey, but if I feel like you've taken things too far with her you can consider our little arrangement, and your involvement in my life in general, finished forever."
"I understand," she said. "Would you like another vow?"
"No," he said, and he could tell she was surprised. "I'm not going to ask for a vow on this. If you would abuse this power, I want to know about it now so I can remove you from my life."
"Fair enough," she said. "You don't have to worry about me. After all, I'm the Malfoy wife who didn't do anything illegal. And aside from that, I'm giving up a piece of my dignity, and quite possibly my entire reputation with many of the more elite and traditional members of our society just so I can be your mistress. I would hardly have gone through that to just throw it all away, would I?"
"I doubt it," he admitted. "But I guess we'll find out, won't we?"
--
"A whole weekend to ourselves, and in the comfort of my old home no less! Isn't it grand, daughter?"
Astoria glared at her even as she pulled her underwear off as instructed, but Narcissa delighted in her displeasure. She was going to have loads of fun pushing her daughter in law's buttons, especially inside of her own home.
Draco had been more than happy to agree to her proposal of the two Malfoy women spending the weekend 'getting to know each other' and trying to work past their differences. He'd remarked that public perception of their hostility was not good for any of them, and she also knew her son was happy to not have to drag Astoria along with him on his weekend business trip.
"Let's begin with this," she said, pointing her wand at Astoria as soon as she was naked. The younger blonde tensed up, but she didn't have too much to fear. It wasn't like she was going to attack her or something.
Astoria seemed to recognize the feeling that washed over her as the spell took effect, and her eyes narrowed. "Did you just cast that damned spell Harry did? The one that doesn't let me climax without his--your permission?"
"I did," she said, nodding. "I happened to brush up on it when I was in the Black library yesterday while doing my research on Harry's behalf. I'm actually going to leave it on full-time though. It will only be removed temporarily when you've convinced me you've earned an orgasm."
"You can't do that!" Astoria protested. "Harry said this spell wasn't part of the deal anymore!"
"He said it wasn't part of the deal when it came to your punishment," she corrected. "He didn't say anything about it not being part of your sex life, and he's given control of that to me for the weekend."
"He'll tell you to take it off!" she said.
"Maybe," Narcissa said with a shrug. "I doubt he would consider this serious enough to count as abuse though; it's purely sexual, it won't hurt you, and there's no chance of it harming your reputation. But all you'll really be accomplishing is making sure I don't give you any pleasure. You can either earn whatever orgasms you deserve by pleasing me, or I can take this spell off of you, go back to my place and leave you here to try and sate your appetite all on your own. It's your choice."
Astoria didn't look happy about it, but Narcissa knew what her choice would be before she spoke. She might not be Harry, but she was Astoria's best chance at getting some form of relief. "Fine," she grumbled.
"Excellent. Let's begin." She summoned a little something she'd brought with her once she confirmed their 'appointment.' She'd been using it for her own benefit, but now she would put it to use with her daughter in law. She held the strap-on in her hands, taunting Astoria with it.
"At some point this weekend, if you've earned it, I'll put this on and fuck you with it," she promised. "You may not get any real cock again, unless you can manage to catch my son's interest again, so this could be as close as you ever come. But right now you need to practice, because if by some chance you do happen to earn a real cock again, it wouldn't do for you to be rusty." Instead of putting the fake cock on herself she stuck it to the wall, pretty much level with Astoria's face so she wouldn't need to bend or crouch to reach it.
"Now suck it," she commanded. "And give it your all. I know you can deepthroat a cock; I've seen it. Show me what you can do!'"
Astoria glowered at her but did as she was told, the control Harry had given to her over Astoria when it came to sex compelling her to take the fake cock between her lips and suck on it. The girl knew how to suck a cock, and she put that knowledge to use now even if there wasn't anyone attached to the toy to feel any pleasure from it. She bobbed and slurped and took the fake cock all the way down her throat. She did it all, turning her head from side to side, sucking hard and even humming around the cock while it was lodged in her throat.
Narcissa was amused to see such devotion to pleasing a toy, but after a few minutes she was ready for something else. "That's good enough," she said, and Astoria pulled her head back, gasping for breath. "I think you've earned a bit more. Get down on the carpet. Face down, arse up."
Astoria quickly got down on her belly, pressing her face into the carpet and arching her back so her shapely rear was in the air. She made an attractive sight, Narcissa had to admit. "Now let's see how you like this," she said. She cast the spell to clean and lubricate her daughter in law, and Astoria gasped, recognizing it and realizing what she intended. "Yes, we're not dealing your pussy just yet. We're going to give your other hole some attention instead."
She charmed the sex toy to bugger Astoria on its own, and the naked woman groaned as it penetrated her. Then the fake cock began to thrust, and Astoria was panting and moaning in short order. Narcissa was amused; she'd expected Astoria to enjoy it, but she hadn't thought she would get so worked up quite this fast.
"Is something wrong?" she teased after a few minutes of the fake cock sliding back and forth inside of Astoria's bum. "Why can't you cum, daughter?" Astoria muttered something that sounded like a curse on her very name, but Narcissa ignored her. She gasped, pretending as if she'd only just remembered something. "Oh yes, Harry usually touches our clits when he fucks us in the arse, doesn't he? I'll have that to look forward to next week when I'm invited to share his and Daphne's bed, but I suppose you'll just have to settle for touching your own clit, won't you?"
Draco's wife started doing so immediately, bringing her hand between her legs and rubbing at her clit, trying to will her body into accepting the release it hadn't been able to find in weeks now. But Narcissa's spellwork made sure that the orgasm never came, much to Astoria's frustration. She started whining rather pathetically as her rubbing just couldn't quite make it happen for her, and Narcissa chuckled.
"If you're going to act like a brat, you'll need to be disciplined like one," she said, dispelling the toy. "Climb up here on my legs so you can get your spanking."
She wasn't really expecting it to work; this wasn't a punishment, so Astoria shouldn't have felt any obligation to obey. But she got up and assumed the position right away, and Narcissa grinned when she realized what it meant.
"Do you realize you just obeyed my command?" she asked.
"Of course I did," Astoria spat. "I have to, remember?"
"But only sexual commands," she reminded her. "If the vow compelled you to climb onto my lap right now, that means you've become so accustomed to being disciplined during sex that you not only see it as a sexual act, but also as a reasonable part of sex now."
"I do not!" Astoria insisted. Narcissa just laughed, amused at her stubbornness, and summoned the hairbrush that her daughter in law had now become very familiar with.
She began to spank Astoria, smacking her across the bum with the hairbrush, repeating something that had quickly become routine for them. Now she realized that Astoria's recent issues at work might have been at least partially intentional, whether she herself realized it or not. Astoria was so starved for attention that a spanking, even by someone she hated as much as her, was something that her body looked forward to even if her mind refused to accept it.
"Relish this, Astoria," she said, keeping on with the spanks. "Harry's finished with you, so enjoy whatever attention I pay to you in his absence."
"Even if Harry never touches me again I'll still be more satisfied than Lucius was with you," Astoria said, keeping up with her defiance.
Narcissa stiffened, and the brush stilled in her hand. "Are you really sure you wish to say such things to me?" she said. "It's obvious that there is no longer any affection between you and my son, if there ever even was any to be found. And we both know that Daphne would never allow you access to Harry, so unless their relationship doesn't work out he'll never be fucking you either. Do you really wish to upset the only person who is capable and willing to give you the sexual relief you've grown so desperate for?"
Astoria fell silent after that, though she went back to gasping, moaning and grunting as the hairbrush resumed its swats. Narcissa largely went quiet as well. Astoria's comments had struck a nerve, dredging up something that had been bothering her for many years as Lucius began to neglect her. Their last time having sex came while Draco was still in Hogwarts, and that was purely for practical purposes, attempting to produce another heir in case anything happened to Draco.
The deterioration of her sex life with Lucius was eerily similar to what seemed to be happening between her son and his wife now. It had been something that was a sore spot for her for quite some time, especially since she knew she had remained beautiful and there should have still been something there, some spark of attraction. It had taken Harry to help her fully accept that the failing was with Lucius rather than with her. The most powerful and most desired wizard in Britain lusted after her, and that was proof enough for her. But Astoria's little comment brought back those old insecurities, and it made her want to find new and creative ways to punish her.
She started to wonder what else Astoria would interpret as a reasonable sexual command, since getting a genuine spanking was apparently a reasonable part of their sexual interaction in her daughter in law's mind. Surely there was something else Narcissa could do, something that would touch just the right mixture of excitement and humiliation for Astoria to accept while also allowing Narcissa to demean her even further.
Narcissa smiled as an idea came to her, but it would have to wait. She still had a disobedient young witch to discipline, after all.
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"Whatever you need, make it quick," Harry said, looking at her as her head appeared in the flames of his floo. "I'm leaving to pick up Daphne soon."
"I know, I know," Narcissa said. "I promise this won't take long. I just wanted to ask your permission to involve another woman in my weekend with Astoria."
"Oh?" His eyebrows rose in surprise. "And who did you have in mind?"
"Pansy," she said. She knew that Astoria had been dominated by both Pansy and Narcissa's niece, but Nymphadora was obviously not an option for several reasons, chief among them that she had no clue about the true nature of Narcissa's involvement in Harry's life. Pansy already knew all about it though, and she knew there was little love lost between Draco's wife and his first girlfriend, which would make it all the more humiliating for Astoria to be dominated by her.
Harry laughed; likely he was remembering the time that he and Pansy had fucked Astoria together, a story that Narcissa had found extremely humorous herself. "If you can get Astoria to admit she's excited by the idea, I have no problem with it."
"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem," she said, smirking. "Thanks, Harry. Have fun on your date."
With the floo call ended, Narcissa walked back into the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor, where Astoria was tied up face-down on the bed. Her arse glowed bright red from the spanking she'd endured.
"Tell me, Astoria, was it arousing to be dominated by Pansy Parkinson? And tell the truth now, dear."
Astoria rolled over onto her back, an uneasy look on her face as her vow compelled her to answer the question honestly.
"Yes," she whispered.
"And does the thought of having it happen again arouse you as well?" she asked, smiling brightly.
"Yes," Astoria said, looking like she wished she had the ability to lie, to deny it, to pretend that she was not getting excited while imagining Draco's ex teasing her.
"Splendid!" Narcissa said, clapping her hands. "Then I do believe we have a floo call to make. I think I'll let you do the talking though." Astoria grumbled but got up off of the bed and headed out of the bedroom and towards her floo. Narcissa unbound her arms as she went.
"Check to make sure she's alone before you invite her over," Narcissa added, following behind her. "If she is, tell her that Harry has given you to me for the weekend, but you would like for her to join in."
--
Astoria grumbled, but her feet continued to move nevertheless. As much as it wounded her pride, that she continued to go through with all of this just went to show how much she enjoyed being sexually submissive.
She prepared the floo and paid a call on Pansy's residence. Pansy's eyes widened when she saw who was calling on her, and with good reason. Astoria had never, ever paid any kind of social call to her. Even the invitations to certain social functions that Draco would force Astoria to invite her to had always been delivered via mail and written by someone else.
"Astoria?" Pansy said uncertainly.
"Well spotted," she said, insulting Pansy on reflex, but Narcissa clearing her throat reminded her of the position she found herself in. "Are you alone right now, Pansy?" she forced herself to ask.
"I am," Pansy said warily. "Why do you ask?"
Astoria took a deep breath, dreading what she was about to say even as another part of her felt the excitement bubbling up. "Harry has left my sexual satisfaction in Narcissa's hands for the weekend," she admitted. Pansy looked shocked enough just by that, and she didn't even know where this was about to go. "Narcissa suggested that you come over to Malfoy Manor and help." Narcissa coughed to again remind her that she was leaving something out, and she huffed and added what she knew her mother in law was waiting for.
"I also think it is a good idea," she admitted.
"You do?" Pansy was looking at her speculatively.
"Yes," Astoria said. It was humiliating enough that Narcissa was making her say it, but far more humiliating that it was the truth. Pansy's face split in a smile, and Astoria knew what her answer would be before she actually spoke.
"Then I will drop everything and come over," she said. She was smirking at Astoria now in a way that reminded her of her mother in law, and it left her feeling anxious. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but Harry Potter has been the best thing that ever happened to me. First he saved me from that marriage contract and freed me from your blackmail, and then he gave me the best sex of my life. Then he helped me get back on my feet by speaking up for me publicly when no one else would have. And even now that he can't fuck me anymore because of his new relationship he's still finding ways to help me out. I really owe him a lot. We both do, don't we, Stori?"
"Yes," Astoria said, surprised to hear it come out of her mouth without thinking. She wished he was giving her a different sort of relief, but even this was probably going to be better than any of the nights over the last several weeks wherein she went to bed alone, or went to bed with Draco on the other side of the bed but barely even looking in her direction, much less putting a hand anywhere near her body. At least tonight she would get relief. Well, she would get relief if she could get Draco's bitch of a mother to lift the spell at least.
She just hoped she would be able to withstand the humiliation of being dominated by two of the women she disliked most in the world at the same time.