"I am at a loss, Narcissa. I really am."
Narcissa had seldom seen Daphne look so worked up and anxious about anything. The younger blonde had always been confident in herself, and even more so since settling into her relationship with Harry, which made it all the more jarring to watch her pace back and forth in her bedroom. If she wasn't careful she might well wear a hole in the carpet.
"I barely have a week until Harry's birthday, and I have absolutely no bloody idea what to do!" Daphne complained, and not for the first time, or even the fifth time. "He has the gold to buy anything that he would want or need, and he's not overly sentimental from what I've seen. And the things he is sentimental about are things that belonged to or remind him of his parents or godfather, and no amount of gold is going to help me there."
Daphne sighed deeply and threw her wand down on her end table with more force than was necessary, and Narcissa was mildly surprised that sparks didn't fly out of it.
"And he's the most famous bloke in the whole country, so it's not like I can call in some special favors that he wouldn't just be able to get on his own," Daphne continued. Narcissa assumed she was mainly ranting to herself at this point, and she just let her keep on going. "I even tried to get him to give me a hint, and when that failed, I outright asked him if there was anything he would like! And what did he say?" She looked up at Narcissa when she finished, and Narcissa decided this was her cue to supply the answer that they both already knew full well.
"He said that he has everything he could possibly think of right now," Narcissa said, reciting it from memory. She'd been there with them when he'd said it, and just in case she'd forgotten Daphne had repeated it several times in recent days.
"Exactly!" Daphne said, shaking her head in exasperation. "What good does that do me? What the fuck am I supposed to get him?!"
Narcissa shook her head. It was a little bit disconcerting to see Daphne so out of sorts, especially after her recent reminder of her true place in their lives. Daphne had truly asserted herself and broken Narcissa down over those three days, and she knew it was a lesson she would never forget. The prideful woman that still existed inside of Narcissa knew that she should feel ashamed that she had become so willingly submissive. Easy submission was not normally a character trait anyone would associate with Narcissa, or that she would associate with herself. But the very memory of what had happened and how Harry and Daphne, and even Pansy and Astoria had used her for those three days got Narcissa aroused any time she thought about it. It was humiliating and out of character for Narcissa; it wasn't who she was raised to be, or who she had been for so many years as the Lady Malfoy. But it was apparently who she was now. Things had fallen back into a state of normalcy in their relationship, if you could consider anything about Daphne and Harry's relationship and Narcissa's involvement in it normal.
"No, he's not easy to buy a present for, is he?" Narcissa mused. "He hasn't made it easy on you, or on me either." In Narcissa's case this wasn't quite as big a problem. She wasn't his girlfriend and so she would not be expected to get him anything extravagant. But it was a far bigger problem for Daphne.
"He's bloody well not," Daphne muttered. "And it's not like I can make up for a less than stellar gift by planning a perfect party with all of his closest friends in attendance either."
"No, he saw to that," Narcissa agreed. Indeed, for reasons known only to him, Harry had outright forbidden them to throw a party or even a small gathering in his name. He didn't seem to understand how important gift giving and formal celebrations were in pureblood society, or if he understood he simply didn't care. But Daphne cared. She and her parents might be less traditional in their thinking than most pureblood families, but there were still certain values that they held onto. Harry might not care about having a party to celebrate his birth and he might not be worried about what his girlfriend would get him as a gift, but Daphne would worry about it nevertheless. This was his first birthday since they'd begun to date, and the first major occasion of any kind during their relationship, and Daphne was as worried about the impression she would make as any other pureblood woman would be in her place.
"I know!" Daphne suddenly exclaimed. "I could ask Pansy to join our little arrangement! That's not something he would ever be able to get on his own, because he'd never shag her behind my back now that we're together. It's something only I could give him." Narcissa laughed and shook her head. Daphne glared, unhappy to have her sudden burst of desperate inspiration mocked, and Narcissa hurried to explain herself.
"It's a generous idea, to be sure," she said quickly. "But we both know that he would be concerned more with making sure that you were happy and not out of sorts, and wouldn't be nearly as focused on his own pleasure. And I think that would defeat the purpose entirely, don't you?"
Daphne deflated, losing both her anger and her hopefulness. "You're right," she muttered. "It was a poor idea for a gift for him."
Narcissa couldn't help but note that Daphne left it at that. Not once did she suggest that it had been crazy to even think about involving Pansy, or that it was off the table completely. She might have commented on it, but the floo came to life and Harry returned from work at that moment, so the conversation about Harry's birthday and what to get him was immediately shelved.
--
"Seriously, Harry. I know you don't worry about these things, but it really would be helpful if you would just tell me what you want for your birthday. Or give me a general idea at the very least."
Harry knew that Daphne was getting exasperated with him, though she was doing her best not to show it.
"If I had anything in mind, I would tell you," he said, shrugging even though she couldn't see it as she sat with her back to him while she finished fixing her hair. "There's honestly nothing that I physically need. And I have a wonderful girlfriend who went about securing someone else for me to shag regularly rather than asking me to keep my urges in check. What more could I possibly ask from you?"
"Your flattery is appreciated, Potter." Harry saw her reflection smiling in the mirror before she put her hair product down. "But it still doesn't bring me any closer to finding an actual gift to give you. I know this isn't a big deal for you, but it is for me."
"I know it is," Harry said. And he did. He knew how important gift giving was in the traditional pureblood circles, and no matter what he said Daphne was still going to stress about it. "I wish I could think of something meaningful to tell you, but I honestly can't. I'm sorry I'm making this so difficult for you." Daphne sighed, shook her head and turned it to look at him over her shoulder. She looked beautiful. She looked beautiful at all times, honestly, even when she was sweaty and disheveled and covered in his cum (make that especially when she was sweaty and disheveled and covered in his cum.) But she was getting ready for a night out with her best friend Tracey and Tracey's new boyfriend Dean Thomas. It was the first time they'd gone on a double date, and Harry appreciated the extra effort she'd put into her appearance. But that beautiful face was marred by a frown at the moment.
"This really is your worse quality, you know," she said, to his surprise. "You have so little ability to be selfish and put yourself first."
"You think so?" he said. He kept his voice neutral, but internally he was amused by her assessment. He doubted her younger sister would agree that he was incapable of being selfish, though he could admit that he hadn't done much that would qualify as selfish since beginning to date Daphne. That was more her doing than anything though. He didn't need to do selfish things for himself because she gave him what he needed without him needing to take it or even ask for it. In his mind this just showed how well their relationship was going, but she didn't seem to share that opinion.
"Of course I do," she said. She wasn't angry with him as far as he could tell. It was more like she was frustrated by the situation. "It's always me making all of the demands, at least outside of sex. Even though you've never complained about it, I still feel like a high maintenance bitch sometimes. You never demand anything of me outside of the bedroom. You can't even ask for something for your birthday."
"I don't need to ask for anything from you," he said. "You always give me everything I need." She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. It was a gesture meant to convey her annoyance, but all it did for him was draw his attention to the reflection of her breasts. They looked spectacular in the low-cut dress she'd put on for their night out, and it brought his sex drive to life. Maybe there was something he could ask for after all, though he wasn't really going to ask for it so much as he was just going to take it.
"Kneel," he said abruptly. Daphne paused to look over her shoulder at him again, then shook her head and turned back around when she realized what he was asking for.
"We don't have time for that, Harry," she said. "This is the first time Tracey's brought Dean along to meet me, and I don't want to be late.
"I didn't ask you what you had time for," he said. "I told you to kneel." If she wanted him to be selfish, he would be selfish.
He grabbed her by the hair and physically pulled her out of her chair. She gasped in surprise, but she didn't fight him as he pulled her out and brought her down on her knees to face him. He kept one hand in her hair while he used the other to first undo his jeans and then pull his cock out.
"Can you just fuck me instead of using my mouth?" she asked. "That would save me the trouble of you smearing my makeup with your cum and my own saliva, and I'm already going to have to do my hair again after you're finished."
Harry briefly considered denying her and sticking his cock down her throat in mid-sentence just to show her how selfish he could be when he put his mind to it, but they really only had a few minutes until they were supposed to meet Tracey and Dean. He nodded and released his grip on her hair. He would fuck her, but he still had a surprise in store for her.
Daphne sighed in relief when he let go of her hair and allowed her to get back up to her feet, but then she let out a surprised yelp when he spun her around, pushed her to bend over her vanity, hiked her dress up above her arse and yanked her knickers down her legs. The cleaning and lubrication spell was all the warning she got before he shoved his cock into her arse.
"In the bum?" she groaned. "Right before we go to dinner? Really?"
Harry smirked and gave her a slap on the arse. "Hey, you wanted me to be selfish. Here you go. All I really need for my birthday is this tight bum."
He knew he was on a very strict time limit here, so he didn't beat around the bush. He got straight to buggering her with strong, deep thrusts that made the objects on her vanity rattle. Daphne tried to reach behind her and rub between her legs, but Harry grabbed both of her hands and pulled them behind her back.
"This isn't about you," he said. "I'm using you, Daphne. Just stay still and take it."
Harry hammered her hard, chasing down his orgasm as quickly as he possibly could. He held nothing back as he sprinted towards the finish line with an urgency he'd seldom felt in his life. And his efforts were highly successful. He felt it approaching in record time, and he told her so.
"I'm going to cum," he said.
"Wait, hold on, please!" Daphne begged.
"Hold on?" he repeated. "You're the one who was so worried about making it to dinner on time."
"Just 20 seconds more!" she said. "Give me 20 more seconds and I can cum too!"
"You're about to cum? Even though I didn't let you touch yourself at all?"
"Yes!" she said. "You're going to make me cum by fucking my arse!
Harry was amused by her admission that she was close to cumming from this brief, hard anal fucking where he deliberately did not give her any clitoral stimulation at all. But he was even more amused by the thought of denying her, so that's what he did. If she wanted to see selfish, he would show her selfish.
He did not linger long after he came inside of her arse. Despite her protests he pulled his cock out of her as soon as he was done, and then he released her arms and took several steps back, pulling himself out of her reach. Daphne groped behind her blindly, grunted in disappointment when she felt nothing but air and spun around to glare at him.
"I know you forced yourself to orgasm so quickly just to frustrate me," she muttered. Harry just laughed.
"We need to leave in about thirty seconds, so you might want to give your hair a quick once-over," he said. "And maybe a quick cleansing charm too. I did just cum inside of your arse, after all."
--
Narcissa bit her lip, hesitating as she tried to decide whether or not to do what she was contemplating. Astoria wasn't exactly the first person she wanted to turn to for advice, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and Daphne was truly desperate as the days ticked by and Harry's birthday grew closer and closer.
"Astoria?" she began, trying to sound casual. "Do you have any ideas on a birthday gift for Harry?"
Astoria was clearly not buying her attempt at nonchalance. "And why are you asking? Planning to score points?"
"It's for your sister, if you must know," Narcissa said. "She can't come up with any ideas, and Harry's not exactly being helpful. I'd like to help her out." Her motives were not entirely altruistic, of course. Coming to Daphne with a solution would ease the younger woman's nerves, but it would also earn Narcissa considerable capital with her. She might be able to get another big favor out of it.
"I do have an idea, as a matter of fact," Astoria said. The slow smirk that spread on her face did not fill Narcissa with confidence. "But I have no reason to tell you, do I? Why tell you when I could get it for Harry myself and maybe get some perks out of it?"
So it was a negotiation then. Narcissa could handle a negotiation. And she had a feeling that Astoria would likely refrain from giving Harry whatever the gift was herself, at least if it was a gift that would be received as well as Astoria seemed to think it would be. That would draw Daphne's attention and might get her asking questions that Astoria didn't want to risk having to answer. She would probably be willing to give up the information to Narcissa, but she just needed to offer Astoria something she would like. That was a small price to pay to further ingratiate herself with Daphne and Harry.
"Or perhaps I can offer you some perks instead," she said. "Certain perks Harry no longer allows himself to offer you." Astoria's eyes flashed with interest, but she didn't bite just yet.
"Be more specific," Astoria said.
"I'll make you a deal, on my honor as a Black and as a Malfoy," Narcissa said seriously. "I will give you a reward that is equivalent to your idea. The better your idea is, the greater the reward for you."
Astoria chewed her lip. Even though things had been better between them recently, there still wasn't a great deal of trust between them. But Narcissa saying she would make a deal on her honor as a Black and a Malfoy was no small thing. Astoria knew how seriously she would take such a promise, and so she nodded and took her at her word.
"Harry's godfather had a flying motorbike," Astoria said. "Harry inherited it when he passed, but it's broken. He's been trying to find the parts to repair it, but they're not easy to track down. He hasn't really made loads of time to look into it recently, what with dating Daphne and looking into trying to restore Andromeda and her family into the Black line, on top of his actual job. But I know it's something he's interested in, and he would appreciate it."
"That's brilliant," Narcissa said honestly. Astoria smiled smugly, but Narcissa didn't regret saying it. She deserved to gloat after that idea. "It's the perfect gift for this stage of their relationship. It's sentimental enough without being too sentimental too quickly, and it's also just plain fun. He'll appreciate it greatly."
"Yes he will," Astoria said. "So don't even try to pretend my idea wasn't good. Your reward better be damn good in return."
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, Astoria," Narcissa said. She waved her wand at Astoria and undid the orgasm denial charm. "Normally you'd need to earn having that removed for a big climax at the end of days of teasing, but you just earned yourself an entire week with no restrictions." Astoria's eyes widened, and her approval of Narcissa's payment was obvious. "Now lay back so I can express my thanks."
--
Harry Potter's birthday never used to be a significant event, at least not to anyone else in his life. The Dursleys certainly hadn't ever viewed it as a day worth celebrating. Even though he was well rid of his relatives and he now had friends and even a girlfriend who thought he was more than worth celebrating, there was a part of him that was still uncomfortable about celebrating or making a spectacle of himself.
He was forced to revise his thinking when he woke on this morning. His life had taken a rather drastic turn this year, and that turn had led to him being woken up with not one but two mouths sucking on his balls. He pulled the covers back and looked down. Despite knowing full well who he would see down there, and he wanted to see it with his own two eyes all the same.
Daphne was on his left and Narcissa was on his right, each sucking on a testicle and staring up at him. They'd obviously been waiting for his reaction and preparing for this moment. He'd had a feeling something was coming; he'd seen them whispering last night just before going to bed, but he'd let them have their secrets, trusting they weren't plotting against him. He was now extremely glad he had kept his silence and let them have at it, because while they had indeed been plotting, it had been to his benefit.
Daphne gave his ball a final lick, pulled her mouth off and smiled up at him. "Happy birthday, Harry."
"Uh, yeah, thanks," he said. "I've only been awake for about a minute and I think it's pretty safe to say that this is already the best birthday I've ever had."
Narcissa pulled her head free too. "Then just wait until we get going," she said.
It was obvious that they had planned all of this out ahead of time, because they worked together with a level of coordination he'd never seen from them. They gave him a tandem blowjob that was incredible in its devotion as well as its teamwork. Both women wanted to do their best to make this as memorable a birthday blowjob as it could be for him, and their dedication showed in their performance. They began with Daphne bobbing her head on his cock while Narcissa returned to licking his balls, and after a few minutes of that they swapped places, Narcissa taking over and wrapping her lips around him as Daphne smothered his balls with kisses.
They swapped places several times, and also kept things interesting by occasionally each licking and kissing his cock from either side at the same time. Their big finish saw them take that concept to the next level, moving their lips and tongue up and down his cock while essentially kissing each other at the same time. Harry, like most men who had a sexual interest in women, also had a sexual interest in watching two sexy women at play with each other. He'd already been close to the end, and watching the two sexy blondes kissing around his cock took him right over. He groaned and released his first load of cum as a 23 year old man.
There was a healthy amount of it, and with them both being right up against his cock there was plenty shot between them. They should have both been more than satisfied with the amount that they got. But the kisses around his cock suddenly deepened and morphed into a full blown snog as they shared his cum between them.
He could see Daphne pushing forward every step of the way, having firmly reclaimed the more dominant role after putting Narcissa back in her place when she got a little too comfortable. It was her lips that initiated every kiss during the dual blowjob and it was now her lips that pushed boldly against Narcissa's and demanded more.
Harry wondered if this had really been the plan, or if they'd gotten carried away. He'd assumed that the kissing was more for show, something to turn him on and make him cum, and it had worked beautifully. But they'd gone farther with it than he'd expected them to, and he had to wonder if it had gone beyond what Daphne had been planning as well.
Daphne wound up essentially tackling Narcissa to the side of the bed and pinning her down, pressing her mouth against the former Lady Malfoy's firmly and letting her go nowhere. They weren't putting on a show for him at this point; they'd all but forgotten about him and were snogging for the hell of it. Paradoxically, knowing that they were no longer kissing for show and had gotten lost in it only made it hotter for Harry to watch, and he had to fight against his body's natural reaction to what he was seeing.
Even after Daphne's eyes shifted to him and she remembered herself, they didn't exactly break apart. They continued to nip at each other's lips even when Daphne went to pull away. It seemed like they weren't able to help themselves from stealing kisses from each other. It reminded Harry of a young couple just getting started, not unlike him and Ginny almost seven years earlier. Far from upsetting him, the image made him laugh.
"Do I need to be jealous?" he asked, smirking. "Not planning on eloping with each other on my birthday, are you? Because I'm not going to lie: that would suck."
Narcissa actually looked worried that she might have overstepped her bounds, but Daphne took it as the joke that it was and giggled.
"Of course not, silly," she said. "We're just practicing our teamwork for later."
"Later, huh?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Oh, of course," Daphne said, nodding seriously. "Your birthday's just getting started, Harry."
--
Harry walked out of the shower, and it took more than a little willpower on his part not to rejoin the two beautiful blonde witches snuggled up together in his bed.
"Fuck, I want to be in the middle of this right now," he said. "But we really need to get to work. Daph, the shower is free if you're ready."
Daphne shot up out of bed, but she didn't rush to take his place in the shower like he'd been expecting. "You can have your present early! Wait right here!" She hurried out of the room, and he watched her go, amused.
"For someone who has been so worried about finding the perfect present for me, she sure seems awfully excited now," he said to Narcissa. She grinned at him as she got out of the bed herself and walked over to the wardrobe.
"It's a big day," she said, "and she's happy about her gift." Harry wasn't surprised when Narcissa pulled out his work robes, underwear and the muggle clothing he preferred to change into once his day at work was done. She often did this little task for him now before a day at work when she'd spent the night, so it wasn't uncommon. But the confusion set in when she also retrieved Sirius' old leather jacket, which Harry hadn't been able to bear getting rid of. He looked at her strangely, but she just smiled back.
Daphne burst back into the room before he could say anything, holding a small wrapped package in her hand and grinning widely. She held it out for him, and he took it. Something about Narcissa choosing to lay that jacket out made him suspect what this gift might be. It wasn't close to the right size, but that was nothing a shrinking charm couldn't take care of.
He carefully removed the wrapping paper, and grinned when he saw the gift. As he'd expected, it was his godfather's old flying motorbike shrunken down. And though he wouldn't know for sure if it was fixed until he turned it on and tried it out, something he did not currently have time for, the formerly battered bike looked pristine. He looked up at Daphne, who smiled broadly.
"Narcissa was able to find the parts we needed to fix it, and I worked the charms to make it fly again," Daphne explained. Harry's eyes widened when he heard that.
"You got it flying again?" he said, surprised. He was sure he would have been able to track down the parts to make it run again without too much difficulty, but even a cursory look into the sort of magic that went into making the motorbike fly and fly safely revealed that it would require intricate charms work that was well beyond him, or just about anyone other than charms masters really.
"I did," Daphne said, smiling with pride at his obvious surprise. "We didn't actually go up and fly it; neither of us are very fond of flying on brooms, and we weren't about to try it on a motorbike." Harry chuckled. "But the charms will work as intended. I would bet my magic on it."
"Wow. Thank you." Harry knew his girlfriend was working towards her charms mastery, but he hadn't really realized how advanced her knowledge was until this upfront display of it.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Daphne said. "I hope you like it."
"I love it," he said, meaning it. "And I love you." He pulled her into a kiss, and she returned it with feeling.
"Love you too," she said when she pulled back, and she was actually blushing. "But I need to go shower." She ran towards the bathroom, but Harry didn't miss the grateful look she gave Narcissa as she passed her. That partially explained it. Harry knew he'd never mentioned the motorbike to Daphne, so she'd obviously gotten the idea from Narcissa. The thing about that was that he was pretty certain he'd never mentioned it to Narcissa either.
While he supposed it was possible she'd been aware of the motorbike from before Sirius had been sent to Azkaban, the odds that she would remember something like that so many years later and be aware that it was in his possession and was in need of fixing seemed incredibly remote.
He had a pretty good idea of who had come up with this though, and he was going to confirm it today.
--
"Good morning, Astoria," Harry said as he walked into the office, and she was taken aback by the warm smile he gave her. While they'd come a long way from the beginning of all of this, she didn't think she'd ever seen him look at her like that. "Come into my office, please."
She got up to her feet and followed him, swallowing thickly around the unwanted emotions that rose to the surface. She made sure to pick up the folder she'd prepared and bring it with her into his office.
"I got an interesting present from Daphne today," he said.
"Oh?"
"Yep," he said, smiling at her. "She and Narcissa repaired my godfather's old motorbike. They even got it flying again, according to Daphne at least."
"Really?" Even Astoria was surprised at that. She'd figured they could fix the bike and get it running easily enough, but it had been as obvious to her as it was to Harry that getting the machinery to fly again would require some really high level charms work. She was begrudgingly impressed with what her sister had apparently pulled off. "I'm sure you really appreciated that."
"I did," he said. "It was very thoughtful." He was still smiling at her warmly, and she had to look away. "I know it wasn't her idea though. I never mentioned it to her, or to Narcissa. But I do remember working on this little project a few times while you were around."
"That's interesting," she said.
"It is," he agreed. "And I also happened to see your floo log last week. You stopped by a shop that specializes in adding charms to unusual objects, including ones from the muggle world. This was your idea, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she said. She didn't see the point in pretending otherwise since he obviously already knew the truth. "The charms work was beyond them, but I was still trying to figure out a way to get to the bike without you noticing so I could have it repaired."
"And then you told Narcissa about it instead," he said.
"Yeah. And Daphne did what I couldn't and got it to fly again, so it all worked out for the best," Astoria said. "I still got you something though. I did the best I could to put something together on short notice." She threw the folder down onto his desk, and he looked down at it and then back up to her, a question on his face. "It's loads of new information on some high value targets that have been evading the Ministry for years now, some of them since before you even became an auror. There's enough information on some of them that you should probably be able to take them down immediately, and with the others you can at least get a start."
Harry picked up the folder and flipped through it with interest, and she saw his excitement as he saw some of the documents for himself. "Where did you get this?" he asked, looking over at her while still holding onto the folder like it was a precious thing.
"Technically I didn't get those exact files in your hand, but I created them," she said. That didn't clear up his confusion any, so she went on. "I got the information from Draco's study, but he obviously would have noticed if the documents themselves went missing. Those are copies I made. You can't use them publicly."
Harry nodded and waved his hand over the entire stack. "There. Now I've redacted anything incriminating. Only me, Tonks or King will be able to see it now unless one of us dispels it. I'll make King knows the source is very sensitive, and obviously Tonks will understand where I got it from without needing to be told."
Astoria nodded, and watched as he pulled out a drawer and put the folder in carefully. He locked it and then looked back up at her seriously.
"It seems like I have two incredibly useful gifts to thank you for now," he said. "I can't give you the kind of thank you that I know you would ask for if I told you that you could have anything, but I promise I'll figure something out."
"You could make Narcissa serve me for a whole week, or let me put the orgasm denial charm on her," she said. He shook his head.
"I have a feeling you probably already earned something similar when you gave Narcissa the idea for the motorbike," he said, accurately. "But I'll think of something, I promise. Unless there's something you can think of."
Astoria bit her lip as that question hung in the air. They both knew what she wanted from him, but he couldn't give it to her because of Daphne. She'd accepted by now that Daphne wasn't going anywhere any time soon, if ever, and she also knew that Harry would never fuck her behind Daphne's back. She was always going to be there, a constant presence standing between Astoria and what she had come to depend on.
"Fuck it," she whispered to herself. She knew what she wanted, and while the odds she would get it were incredibly slim, it couldn't hurt to ask for that which she wanted most and then work backwards from there.
"If you want to do something for me, you can tell Daphne everything about us and what we did before she started dating you," she said. Harry looked as surprised as she'd ever seen him. "You don't even need to ask her to swear a vow of silence," she said, filling up the silence when Harry said nothing. "Daphne might hate me, but she would never do anything to me that would harm me unless I truly made her."
She could see that Harry was still struggling to figure out what to say, and she decided to keep talking. She didn't want to give him the chance to shoot this down out of hand. She would just get out what she wanted to get out and explain what she hoped might happen as a result.
"If Daphne knows about everything, and I mean everything, she might just let me have even a sliver of the role Narcissa does," she said. "If not out of love for me, than out of self-preservation. I'm sure having Narcissa on hand is helpful, but we both know that she could never handle you like I could."
Astoria still didn't know how Harry would react, but in that moment she decided that unless he used his vow over her to force her to stay silent about it, she was going to tell Daphne herself in the very near future. The moment she voiced the idea out loud she knew that the potential reward was too tempting to resist. There were admittedly risks involved, and massive risks at that, and she knew Harry would be furious with her if she told Daphne everything without his approval. But she wouldn't be able to take it for much longer. As long as the slightest possibility existed that she might be able to return to Harry's bed in some fashion, she wasn't going to be able to let it go and move on. Maybe she would be able to move forward with her life if Daphne said no, but with the possibility there she was never going to be able to pull herself out of this limbo.
--
"I can't do that," Harry said out loud, but his mind was heading in a different direction. He was thinking about Daphne complaining about him not being selfish enough. This would very much prove otherwise, but it was also a simple fact that she was missing vital information about him. They'd agreed not to dwell on their previous relationships or pry for details; it had even been Daphne's idea. But this went well beyond the normal details of a previous relationship, both because of the unique nature of what he and Astoria had done and because they were sisters.
He'd been uncomfortable with hiding this from her, and it weighed on his mind more the closer they got. And knowing her as he knew her at this point, he had a feeling she probably wouldn't even be angry with him for his unique system of 'punishment' for Astoria. Daphne was one for practical solutions, and she would likely see the choice of sexual servitude to him as being preferable to a lengthy stay in Azkaban, just as Astoria had when she first made her choice and swore her vow. If anything she would probably be upset with Astoria for making the choices she'd made in life and getting herself into that dilemma in the first place.
He also had a feeling Daphne would not agree to Astoria's request to be allowed back into his life in a role similar to the one Narcissa occupied. Aside from the obviously incestual nature of that, there was years of bad blood between the Greengrass sisters. He'd seen their interactions for himself more than once. Maybe they'd loved each other once, and maybe that love still existed somewhere deep inside of them. But he wondered if they would ever be able to regain their trust in each other.
"We both know that you're going to tell her eventually anyway," Astoria said. "You're an honest person by nature, and you don't like keeping secrets from people you care about. The sooner the better, don't you think? And she probably won't hold any of it against you; not nearly as much as she'll hold it against me anyway."
Astoria was pressing her luck now, but she had a point. Finally he nodded at her.
"I'll think about it," he said, not willing to give her more than that for the moment. "Now let's get to work, please."
--
Harry arrived home after work to discover that Daphne had beat him there. She jumped in surprise on the couch when she saw him walk in, but it was a happy sort of surprise.
"Harry! I didn't think you'd be back so early!"
"Is that a complaint?" he joked, but it was obvious that she was happy to see him.
"Don't ask stupid questions," she said, rolling her eyes and grinning. "Now we have more of your birthday to enjoy."
"And is Narcissa around to help us enjoy it?" he asked.
Daphne shook her head. "Not right now, no. She just left to go grab something for me, but she should be back before too long."
"That's probably just as well," he said. Narcissa was a variable he didn't need to deal with right now, not with this. "We need to talk."
Daphne could be excellent at schooling her emotions when she wanted to be, but she didn't attempt to hide her panic at those words. Harry laughed and shook his head, rushing to reassure her.
"It's nothing like that, I promise," he said. "I'm happy about where things stand; I'm happy with you." She relaxed slightly. "If anyone's going to want to have that talk, it's going to be you after I'm finished telling you about everything that's happened between me and your sister." He didn't think it was too likely that her reaction would be that negative or that extreme, but he couldn't say that for sure.
"Astoria? What's she done now?" Daphne asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, it all started when I ran into her walking around muggle London in an overcoat on a hot day..."
--
"And Pansy too, huh?"
"That's right," Narcissa said. "It's usually just between Astoria and myself, but Pansy gets involved on occasion as well."
Narcissa had arrived in the middle of Harry's explanation, and since they had already blown way beyond the point where she could have prevented anything, she had been forthcoming in explaining her own involvement in everything, and now had moved on to detailing everything that went into her unique punishment/reward system with Astoria that sometimes involved Pansy as well.
Daphne now knew absolutely everything that had occurred since Harry first ran into Astoria smuggling contraband and wound up making her swear a vow to him later that day. He had left no detail out, and Narcissa had added plenty of her own. No doubt Astoria could supply some more details that Harry had forgotten but which still stuck out to her, but he had made no attempt to knowingly conceal anything from his girlfriend. She'd remained silent throughout it all, only asking the occasional question for clarification along the way but otherwise letting first Harry and then Narcissa tell their stories.
She didn't seem upset, which Harry took as a good sign. But the real test still had not been passed, and as Narcissa finished up and Daphne apparently had no more questions to asked, Harry sensed that the moment of truth was here. She hadn't looked at him with disgust or picked up her wand and tried to curse him, and that was good, but she also hadn't really given her thoughts one way or the other yet.
"I wasn't expecting to hear any of this today," she said. "But having listened to every last detail, I have to say that all of this sounds not only fitting but also hilarious."
Harry exhaled. He hadn't seen anything to make him think she was angry with him, but it was still a relief to hear it from her own mouth. "So you're not going to curse my name for taking advantage of your sister like that?" he asked.
"Not at all," she said, shaking her head. "She was stupid enough to get in so deep with Draco and walk down that path where anyone else would have sent her to Azkaban. And no offense, Narcissa, but all three of us know that Draco would have sold her out immediately and left her to face the full brunt of the Ministry while he got off free." Narcissa frowned but nodded her head slightly, unable to disagree. "Things could have turned out much worse for her. They would have turned out much worse for her if it had been any other auror that caught her, and someone would have caught her eventually."
"And the sex?" Harry asked. "It doesn't bother you that I...did what I did with your sister?"
"Why should it?" Daphne asked, shrugging. "Like I said, Astoria had a choice. She always had a choice, and she chose to be your little plaything instead of facing the legal consequences for her actions. And it seems like she liked it well enough, considering you just got through telling me that you confessed all of this now at her urging because she wants back in. Obviously Draco wasn't giving her what she needed, and you did. You did her a fucking favor as far as I'm concerned, and I bet she would say the same thing now if you asked her. Why else would she be so desperate for more?"
"And you don't fault me for getting involved either?" Narcissa asked. Daphne chuckled.
"Are you kidding? That might have been the funniest bit of the entire thing!" Daphne said, smirking. "You went over there to end their affair and try and salvage Draco's marriage for him, but you wound up getting addicted to Harry's cock. No, I don't blame you. You had your own reasons for getting tied up in this, and if Astoria really had such a problem with you punishing and teasing her she would have gotten out of it when she was offered the chance." She turned to Harry next and smiled at him. "And you were single when you were shagging her, and you stopped the moment we started dating. You didn't do anything you need to ask my forgiveness for, and however rough you've been with her, it's obvious Astoria feels the same way. Your stories make it very clear that my little sister gets off on the rough stuff."
"Well, I'm glad you're taking all of this so well," Harry said. It really was a huge relief for him to get that off of his chest. Now they had everything out in the open and his relationship with Daphne didn't seem like it was going to suffer as a result. "Maybe it'll make Astoria feel a bit better about the rejection."
"Who said anything about rejection?" Daphne said, cocking her head at him. "I'm going to agree to her request."
Harry was stunned by that. He had been relieved enough that she seemed to be so accepting of it all, but never in a million years had he expected her to actually say yes to Astoria's request.
"Are you serious?" he asked. He saw Narcissa out of the corner of his eye, and she looked as surprised as he felt. She hadn't expected this either.
"Yes," Daphne said, nodding. "It won't be any easier for her now than it was before, of course. If anything it'll be even more challenging, because now she'll have me to deal with too. I have plenty of issues with Astoria, and she has loads of retribution coming her way for what she put me through, but more importantly what she put our parents through. If she wants to get your cock again, she'll have to submit to me to get it."
Harry had rarely seen Daphne look or sound so vindictive. It somewhat reminded him of her attitude when Narcissa had gotten a little too presumptuous, only multiplied several times in its intensity. While Astoria might be getting what she wanted, she wasn't going to have an easy time of it. Hopefully she had fully embraced her submissive role by now, because her own sister seemed intent on making her work for her spot, whatever that spot may be.
"You two have been snapping at each other for years," Narcissa pointed out. "I didn't expect you to say yes, but I suppose it makes sense. You can claim superiority over her once and for all."
"That is nice," Daphne said, smirking. "It's not the only reason I'm going to say yes though. That motorbike is the other reason I'm saying yes."
"The bike?" Harry said, baffled. "What does the bike have to do with anything?"
"It's about what it represents," Daphne explained. "The Astoria who has been walking around like Merlin's gift to the world since becoming Lady Malfoy would never have put that level of thought into something she could do for someone else. She was far too selfish and greedy for that, and she didn't give a shite about her friends or especially her family. But the Astoria who made that suggestion? That's the sweet, cheerful girl I grew up with; the girl who went out of her way to do things to make other people happy. My mother has never stopped believing that girl was in there. I did, years ago, but you've just shown me a glimpse of her. Maybe she's still in there after all, and maybe this is the way we can draw her back out."
Harry didn't know what to say to that, but Daphne looked at him and changed the subject slightly. "Of course it isn't just my thoughts on this that matter," she said. "You're in this relationship too, Harry. It's your cock she wants back, after all. How do you feel about it? Knowing that I'm willing to allow her back in in some way, do you want to fuck Astoria again?"
"Yes," Harry said simply. He didn't see much point in denying it. She obviously knew that he had sexual desire for her sister, and she hadn't shown any anger or even annoyance about their past. She might get upset with him if he tried to lie to her now though, and he felt like she would see right through him if he tried it. "If you're not upset about it, and if you're sure that it won't come between us and ruin what we have, I'd like to shag Astoria again. I don't need it; as great a fuck as she was, the two of you do a damn good job of satisfying me as it is. But if you're okay with it, I'm not going to say no." He still wondered if it could really be that easy, or if bringing Astoria and her baggage into what they had might create complications down the line. Honestly, complications seemed inevitable from where he was standing. But complications were a part of life, and the reward might be worth the risk, for everyone involved.
"I think it's settled then," Daphne said, nodding. And then she got a glint in her eyes that Harry recognized, and he felt his cock begin to stir in response. "But we can discuss the specifics of how and when we bring Astoria into this later. It's still your birthday, and I'd much rather spend the rest of it concentrating on you."
--
If a double blowjob had been the best way to begin Harry's birthday, this was a pretty strong way to end it in Daphne's view.
Her man was fucking Narcissa; fucking her, not making love to her. But it wasn't nearly as rough or as fast as he was capable of or routinely went, especially when with Narcissa. He didn't seem to feel the urgency or the need to fuck her with all his might this time. Daphne chose to believe that this was because his lust had largely been satisfied by her and by Narcissa after they had spent all night making him the center of attention and the center of their world.
That wasn't to say that he was taking it easy on Narcissa. He was still fucking her good. He was fucking her harder than many men could reach when they were going all out, but for Harry it was more of a leisurely romp.
Daphne was having her own fun as well. She was taking the other end of Narcissa, grinding on top of her face while Harry fucked her. There was no real replacement for Harry's cock, but she wasn't the only woman who got it and she couldn't have it all to herself. When his cock was busy, this wasn't a bad substitute.
"Remember how I told you I don't need to be selfish because you already give me everything that I need?" Harry asked, looking at Daphne while continuing to pump his cock into Narcissa.
"I seem to remember something like that," she said, wiggling her hips and brushing her clit against the other woman's nose.
"The fact that this is almost a daily thing for us kind of speaks for itself there, don't you think?" he said. Daphne laughed and nodded her head.
"You're right," she said. "And it's about to get even better." She was referring to the fact that they would soon have another playmate on hand to dominate, and while Harry probably realized what she meant, he used her words for a different purpose.
"I agree," he said. He pulled his cock out of Narcissa and held out his hand towards Daphne, who took it without question and allowed him to pull her off of Narcissa's face. Harry got down onto his back, pulled Daphne on top of him and put his hands on her hips.
Daphne needed no more guidance or encouragement. She guided Harry's cock inside of her and began to ride him. Her smile came quickly, and she sighed happily as she felt his cock back inside of her. Though it was hardly the first time she'd taken it today, there really was nothing better. It didn't take long for her to settle into a nice rhythm on top of his cock.
"No reason for you to be left out, Narcissa," Harry said after taking a couple of minutes to let Daphne have her fun. "Why don't you fuck Daphne's arse? And if you do it hard enough that I can just lay back while you do the hard work, then after you've made her pass out I'll spend some time worshipping you with my tongue. Consider it my thank you for being the bridge between Daphne and her sister."
"And what if I fail?" Narcissa asked.
"Then you'll get a chance to remember just how frustrating that orgasm denial charm is, because I'll finish my birthday off by using your body while you can't get any satisfaction from it," Harry said.
The challenge had been made, and Narcissa took him very seriously. Daphne braced herself for what she knew was coming, and it didn't take long for Narcissa to slide into her arse with the strap-on after a quick bit of magical preparation.
It wasn't often that Narcissa had the chance to do the fucking. Her role was generally to be fucked, and quite at hard at that, either by Harry or by Daphne or sometimes by both of them simultaneously. But she usually made the most of those opportunities when they came, and now she had the added impetus of Harry's challenge to ensure that she buggered Daphne with all her might.
Harry had been the center of attention for the day, but right now it was Daphne who was being assaulted with pleasure from both above and below. Harry's cock remained inside of her and did its work, but it was Narcissa and her wild thrusts with the strap-on that drove things this time around. While she couldn't quite match the force of a hard fuck from Harry at his most dominant, she did a pretty good job of hammering into Daphne and making her feel every big thrust.
Daphne was groaning quickly, but Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down into a kiss. He swallowed up her moans, and between the kissing, the thrusting of the fake cock in her arse and the way her body was rocked on top of Harry's real one, Daphne hit her orgasm sooner than she had really expected.
It didn't stop there, because of course it didn't. Harry hadn't challenged Narcissa to merely bugger Daphne and make her cum. He'd told her to fuck Daphne until she passed out, and she wasn't at that point yet. That meant Narcissa had to keep going, and keep going she did. Daphne could still feel the effects of her first orgasm when Narcissa started pounding into her all over again.
This was going to wear her down beyond her breaking point. And Daphne couldn't wait for it. Today and tonight had been all about taking care of the birthday boy, and she was thrilled with how that had gone, but she was more than happy to be the center of attention here at the end of the night. She would sleep well once Narcissa was finished, but first she had plenty more buggering to look forward to. And hopefully there would be another climax or two along the way as well.
--
"She did it," Daphne mumbled. She collapsed on top of Harry's chest and said no more. Two big orgasms at the end of a sex-filled night tended to do that to a person, Harry supposed.
"I win," Narcissa gasped, but she didn't appear to have much energy left either. Harry was pretty sure she'd had an orgasm or two herself while buggering Daphne, but she'd kept going straight through them both, determined to follow through on his challenge to her.
His two women cuddled together on the bed afterwards. Narcissa kept her eyes open, even if only just, but Daphne was out. That was as clear a sign as you could have that Narcissa had succeeded in her effort.
"I guess you're owed a reward now," he said. "I'll give you some time to shake that off though; that way you won't pass out in the middle of it. Come meet me downstairs once you have the strength to walk. I'm going to have another piece of cake before I fulfill my promise."
--
Daphne was jostled awake when Narcissa shifted around behind her in the bed. She couldn't say she was surprised. She was well aware that Narcissa was restless, and there was no need to ask why.
She picked her head up off of Harry's chest and glanced up at him, seeing that he was awake now too. They shared a look, and it said a lot about the state of their relationship that she felt like she was able to convey what she was thinking to him and receive his agreement without a word needing to be said. She'd seen her parents do this same sort of thing on occasion. Until recently she had not expected to find that same level of trust and companionship in her own life, but then Narcissa had launched her scheme and made sure that she ran into Harry.
How ironic to know now that she had done so in hopes of removing Astoria from Harry's life, at least in a sexual way, and now Astoria was being brought back in with Daphne's full approval. In a way that was what was causing Narcissa's current stress, and Daphne decided it was up to her to do something about it.
She turned around and quickly straddled Narcissa, who had not been expecting it. Narcissa gasped in surprise before she started to try and squirm free, and when that failed she brought her hands up from the bed and tried to move them towards Daphne. Daphne caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed, shaking her head.
"Why did you stop me?" Narcissa asked. "If you give me my hands back I can use them to please you." Daphne smiled, pleased that Narcissa's first reaction had been to try and make her happy. She really had adjusted back into her role of subservience so well after those few days of being reminded of her place in the pecking order.
"You don't need to worry, you know," Daphne said. Narcissa cocked her head. "I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about Astoria."
"What about her?" Daphne had to give it to her; Narcissa did a marvelous job of appearing completely unaffected. If her troubled sleep hadn't given her away Daphne might not have seen any sign of her concern. But even if it had been outwardly absent, Daphne would have known it was there. She knew Narcissa better than that.
"She has loads to do to even begin to make up for the last several years," Daphne said. "She's not going to walk back in here and be treated like an equal right away. She'll have to earn whatever she gets around here. You have nothing to worry about."
There was uncertainty in Narcissa's eyes. It was barely there for an instant; it was little more than a flicker, but Daphne saw it all the same. She decided that in this case actions would speak louder than words. She leaned her head down and kissed Narcissa on the lips. It was no mere peck. She kissed the older woman deeply, reassuring her as to her place but also expressing her gratitude to Narcissa for putting all of this together. Harry wouldn't have entered her life without Narcissa's little scheme. And who knew what would happen with Astoria. She wasn't naïve enough to think that everything would be smooth and effortless, but even the chance of any sort of improvement there was more than she'd ever expected.
Daphne pulled back and grinned down at Narcissa. "Astoria doesn't change anything as far as you're concerned. You're still going to be our slut, for as long as you'd like to be." Narcissa rolled her eyes, but that was a marked improvement over the uncertainty she'd seen earlier. Considering her mission to be done, she rolled off of Narcissa and back down on the other side of her across from her boyfriend.
"Right, Harry?" she asked, giving him an expectant look that Narcissa could not see. Harry smirked, amused. She imagined he found it funny that she was trying to comfort Narcissa not so long after the need to put her back in her place. She kept looking at him, and she inclined her head towards Narcissa meaningfully. It was time to put her seeming nonverbal connection with Harry to the test and see if he could get it without needing to be told.
Harry answered her question by pulling Narcissa into a sudden kiss of his own. Her body stiffened in surprise, but Daphne reassured her by wrapping her into an embrace from behind. Narcissa took that as the encouragement it was meant to be and began to return Harry's affection, frantically moving her lips against his and deepening the kiss.
Once Harry finally pulled his lips back and broke the kiss, Daphne decided there was only one step left to be taken. She leaned in and kissed Harry herself. There was no need for any sort of reassurance there; she just loved kissing him and would do so any time she had the chance. He kissed back eagerly enough to show that he felt the same way.
"Don't worry about anything," Daphne said to Narcissa once she was finally able to tear herself away from her boyfriend's lips. "We're not going to use you any less than we already do." She smirked and continued on in a mock-whisper. "In fact, I'm actually going to need more from you now. I'll need a female partner in crime to help me in tormenting my younger sister and putting her in her place, and based on what you told me it sounds like you've got plenty of experience in that area."
Narcissa smiled widely in response, and Harry laughed out loud.
"Astoria doesn't know what she's in for," Harry said.