Narcissa shared an amused smirk with Daphne before looking back at Pansy once more. The dark-haired witch was looking very nervous and awkward, and that was quite unlike Pansy. Normally she was more than willing to push the boundaries of what was or was not socially acceptable without much care. These days that boundary pushing lacked the cruelty of her younger days and was usually extremely amusing for those around her who got to witness it. Her girlfriend Hermione, on the other hand, was always wary of the rules, reluctant to offend anyone and keen to do what was expected.
Pansy was well past the point of doing what was expected of her now and understandably so. Doing what was expected of her had not worked out well for her for most of her life, until Harry had quite thoroughly changed things. Narcissa knew he was rather protective of the girl around the Ministry, having seen and heard enough to recognize his influence and that he frequently backed her up or offered her support, whether she fully realized it or not.
He had an obvious appreciation for the witch, and he wasn't the only one. Narcissa, like most everyone in Harry's inner circle, admired Pansy's ability to look into the mirror and change, legitimately change, as a person. In her case it hadn't even been her reverting back to who she'd used to be, which could largely be said about Astoria, because Pansy hadn't ever been a particularly good person. She'd had to face her demons and shortcomings head-on, and she'd done it. She'd become a different person, a genuinely good person, after growing up with terrible parents and carrying those behaviors into her adult life. That was an incredibly difficult thing to do, but Pansy had done it, and Narcissa was one of many who were impressed with her for it.
Rumor had it that Harry had privately told off more than one elder and more traditional Ministry department heads, sticking up for Pansy as a breath of fresh air in the bureaucratic mess the previous generation had made of the Ministry. Narcissa hadn't gotten him to confirm that any such rebukes had happened, but he hadn't denied they'd happened either. She didn't know if Pansy was really aware that he was backing her up, or that she would have dealt with significant pushback if he hadn't been.
She might have a fairly good idea to at least some degree, because she wasn't stupid, and she had to be aware that there were still loads of people on both sides who did not support her. The more vehement opposition came from those whose values her parents had extolled, the values she had adhered to all her life until recently, but there were those on the side of the 'light' who weren't so quick to forgive or forget with her either, Harry's support notwithstanding.
Still, none of it would have been possible without Pansy being deserving, and Pansy had performed exceptionally well. Through her performance and hard work, she had earned the favor of most department heads that she'd had dealings with, as well as through her refusal to entertain any of the typical double-talking bullshit so often attempted.
According to Harry, even Minister Shacklebolt himself was impressed with Pansy, not that Pansy knew that or had even been around the Minister enough to have any idea. But it was his job to keep an eye on overachieving employees and identify the ones who might be able to make the greatest impact in the future, and he apparently now had his eye on Pansy. Kingsley had confided in Harry that he believed Pansy would be a good fit in a leadership position, and that her willingness to be blunt and not mince words would come in very handy somewhere. It was just a matter of figuring out where she would fit best.
But this was far removed from the matter at hand. Pansy had come over alone and asked to speak with her, and naturally Daphne had arrived moments later. Pansy had clearly not been as comfortable with continuing this discussion with Daphne present, so it was obviously sexual in nature, hence Narcissa and Daphne's amused look. Still, her tentativeness was odd and uncharacteristic of her.
"I can leave you to it, if you'd rather," Daphne offered, but Pansy shook her head.
"No, you don't need to go," she muttered. "I'll speak to both of you. Just promise not to judge me or laugh at me."
"Of course, Pansy," Daphne said, after sharing another look with Narcissa. "Tell us."
"So, uh, last night at dinner wasn't the first time I've discussed, you know, that evening," Pansy mumbled.
"Yes, your girlfriend said as much," Narcissa said. "Evidently you bring up that fantasy of yours frequently." Pansy blushed but nodded. Narcissa and Daphne both managed to avoid smirking despite it being the natural response.
"Mione said that if I brought it up again, she would really do it," Pansy went on. "I stayed up all night after that. All night, even after hours of fun; that's how excited I was. It made me realize that I have to experience it for real. As crazy as it sounds, I have to do it, at least once. It was just a fantasy that seemed best left as one, but now…if I don't try it, I'm always going to wonder how much fun it might have been."
"That's understandable," Daphne said with a smile. "Believe me, no one here is going to judge you for any fantasies you have, no matter what they are."
Narcissa laughed. "Yes, how could we? Have you seen the sorts of things we get up to in this house?" Pansy smiled weakly. "So what are you here for, dear? Surely you can just confess to your girlfriend that you'd like to try it for real. It sounds like she would be happy to indulge you."
Pansy blushed darker than before, shaking her head quickly. "No. She'll try to indulge me, but she's too…" She seemed to be struggling for the right words. "It won't ever feel like she's really controlling it. You know, like I'm being forc--"
"Yes, Pansy, I understand completely," Daphne said. "The largest part of the fantasy for you is obviously the whole idea that you don't have a choice in the matter and have to live with it." Pansy nodded quickly. "I have an idea, but I think your girlfriend will find this fantasy very exciting. In fact, I think she'll find it so exciting that before you know it, both of you will be fully immersed in it. That means it will become very real, and you really won't have a choice to end it easily. At that point you would have to work hard to find a way to show her that you no longer wanted it, and if you succeed, surely she cares more about you than any sexual fantasy."
Daphne paused to give Pansy some time to soak that in before she continued. "Now, since the risks and consequences are entirely on your end, I'll give you a few days to make absolutely certain that you still wish to go through with this before I reach out to anyone about indulging your fantasy. That isn't up for debate. I'm following Harry's example here and making sure that there is absolutely no doubt in your mind about this before it starts."
Pansy nodded in understanding. "Thank you."
That made Daphne chuckle. "We'll see if you still feel that same gratitude in a month or two, if your girlfriend is anywhere near as interested in this as you are."
--
Pansy left soon after that, after which Daphne explained her plan to Narcissa. She had to laugh at what Daphne had come up with. "That's a lovely idea, truly. Do you want me to speak with either or both of them?"
"We don't need to plan that part out," Daphne said, shrugging. "Whoever runs into my mother first is fine. I'm not uncomfortable discussing these things with her." She smiled. "I'll likely end up seeing Apolline before you though, so I'll speak with her."
"Of course," Narcissa said, nodding. "Who would have thought, out of all the things she could do, this is what Pansy would find the most exciting?" She and Daphne laughed.
They were in no place to judge anyone's sexual fetishes, and they didn't look down on Pansy for hers. But it was an amusing one nevertheless.
--
"Edmund didn't mind," Aella said. "He didn't mind at all. In fact, it turns out that it's a fantasy he's always had. I gave him a stern talking-to about never mentioning it over all these years. I could have made it happen so many times!"
"Well, now you get to," an amused Narcissa said. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances to make up for it in the years to come."
"I hope so," Aella said with a bright smile.
--
Apolline's smile was so wide and bright that Daphne felt like it might be able to light the room up. She'd waited until after having the second and last orgasm she had time for today before asking her, and Daphne had known her answer before she gave it.
When they stepped out of the door and happened to bump into Sebastian, she gave him an even bigger and brighter smile. "Tell me, my love," she began. "Just how attracted are you to Harry's muggleborn friend, Miss Granger?" Her husband spluttered, seemingly believing he was in trouble and at a loss on how to talk his way out of it. Daphne hid her smile behind her hand as she watched Apolline pounce on the chance to tease him. "It seems you haven't been honest with me, Seb. Why don't you adm--"
"No, no, you have it all wrong!" Sebastian interrupted quickly. He continued to try and explain himself, and did a rather poor job of it until Apolline finally laughed and took mercy on him.
"I'm only teasing, dear," she said. "Daphne here has come to me with a proposal that I suspect you will find just as exciting as I did."
"I wish I could stay and see your reaction for myself, but I really do need to be getting back," Daphne said. She gave Apolline a quick kiss before stepping back to leave. "I'll leave it to you to explain it to him, Apolline. You can tell me if he refuses, but otherwise I'll consider you as being in." She did not expect to receive notice of a refusal, especially not after seeing how flustered Lord Delacour had gotten when he'd thought he was in trouble for admiring Hermione a little too openly.
--
"Before you spanked me today, you mentioned stress relief," Astoria whispered into Harry's ear. The others were sleeping around them, but she had something else she needed to get out first. "I know that you mentioned it because of the whole situation with my pathetic excuse of a former husband. And don't lie to me or try to avoid the subject. I'm too tired for that, we both know I'm right, and it's stupid to pretend otherwise."
Harry chuckled, careful not to wake the others. "I'd never lie to you, love. Yes, you're correct. But it isn't about Draco himself as much as it's about who he met with, and the lack of progress we're making in trying to arrange a meeting that won't show up in any official records."
"You're getting good at that," she said, fighting a yawn.
"Getting good at what?"
"Misdirection," she replied, kissing behind his ear. "You might never lie, and you didn't even avoid the topic. But you're definitely able to leave out details that you aren't specifically asked about, and you make sure we don't see or have to deal with certain things." Harry gave her a wry grin that made her giggle softly before she continued. "But just so you know, you try to shield us from seeing these things, but we see them anyway. We just indulge you because we know you'll come to us when it matters. But before it gets to that point, you have this foolish need to try and do everything yourself."
Harry turned his head and gave her a peck on the lips. "I indulge you, love," he teased, "Or do you really think my files in my home office looking perfectly organized, just like they used to in my actual office, is subtle? I know I don't need to tell you three everything, because you already know it all."
Astoria giggled. "Just so you know, we probably know about it even if it isn't in those files." She quickly adopted a stern expression. "Now, what was that you said about how your work files used to be organized?"
"Did you really think I would ever be able to keep things tidy around there on my own?" he said with a grin. "You know it's pointless to act like you expected me to be able to keep things anywhere near as neat or well-organized as you had them."
She grinned at him reflecting her own words back at her, and then mock-huffed. "You're lucky I really am too brilliant to be your secretary, and that you're fucking me just as much as you promised you would when you fired me. Otherwise I would march right back in there and take you over my knee to punish you for messing up all of my work and forcing me to redo it."
"You're going to do the spanking for a change?" he said, chuckling. "Sounds fun. But I should point out that as far as the official Ministry records are concerned, you resigned with glowing references provided by Tonks and also the leader of our Warding team."
"I'll have to remember that," she said playfully. "But I thought you'd have found someone to take my place by now. You're pretty hopeless on your own, so you really do need a good assistant. Seriously."
"It's impossible," he said, which made her shoot him a frustrated look. "I'm not trying to butter you up, love, and I'm not referring to our office fun either. You really did make it impossible for any other secretary to compare, and it wouldn't be fair to burden any of them with unrealistic expectations.
"You did your job, but you did so much more too. You used to do half of the ward analysis for Tonks when she was organizing raids. And you would handle scheduling shifts for the entire department after you got tired of other people messing it up. That's not easy, as you know, since you have to keep every required skill set on duty and balanced throughout every shift for the entire week. You didn't even see any of them in action, but you still got it right every time."
"Okay, okay, you've made your point," Astoria said quietly, feeling her cheeks heat up at his praise. The best part was that he wasn't just saying it because he loved her, but because he genuinely appreciated just how well she'd done her job while she worked for him. It was a nice confidence boost, if she was being honest. She'd never really sat down and thought about the work she'd done while she worked for him, even beyond her official responsibilities, and now that he actually listed some of them off one by one, she realized she really did deserve all of the praise.
"I am that brilliant," she said playfully. "But feel free to tell me more about how brilliant I am some other time, preferably when I'm not exhausted." She smiled as a thought occurred to her. "You know, our little princess could help you out on Mondays or Fridays every week if this trend of her not having homework assigned at the beginning or the end of the week keeps up. And even if she had a big project to work on, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to be able to do her work on Saturday morning right by your side when you're doing your Lord Potter stuff while the rest of us are still waking up. She'd love it even more if you demanded it of her, and she'd really love it if you have another use for her too."
"That's a good idea," he said. "I'll try it out and see how it goes. I just need to make sure I word it all correctly so she doesn't think she's done something wrong. She's so quick to think she's disappointed us. I really hope we can get that taken care of soon."
"Good boy," she said, patting his cheek. "And we will, don't you worry." She grinned at the look he gave her when she called him 'good boy', and kissed him softly. "But back to the whole point of this chat: you have to promise me you won't stress over my worthless ex-husband too much. He doesn't deserve it. And if you can't avoid it, you need to let us help you. You know that not doing so would upset us all more than anything."
Harry kissed the top of her head. "That's exactly why I came home when I did, love. I knew my girls would help me out. They always do."
Astoria could feel herself drifting off to sleep, but there was something important she wanted to say before she did. "Love you so much," she mumbled. She felt him kiss the top of her head.
"I love you too, Stori. I love all of you so much more than any of you may ever be able to understand, but I'll keep trying to show you."
--
While the sun began to rise and signal the beginning of a new day, Daphne curled up against Harry's side. This was a rare moment between the two of them, because not only had she woken up as early as Harry, the other three were still upstairs and dealing with their exhaustion. She was having a bit of a moment here, and Harry seemed to sense it, which was typical. He stayed silent and let her bask in her moment while he held her lovingly.
She was thinking about him and his happiness, or more to the point, the way he found it so rewarding to bring her, Astoria, Narcissa and Gabrielle happiness. Sure, there was plenty of pleasure of his own to be found in the process of keeping them happy, but Daphne knew that for him it was never as much about indulging himself as it was about giving each of them what they needed, and in whatever way they needed it.
Even if she wasn't the permanent fixture in his daily life that the four of them were, the same could be applied to the fun he had with Daphne's mother. He never indulged himself completely. They all knew what he would do if it was any other witch, and if she was married to someone he didn't care about it. But he did care about her mother and her father as well, so he was indulging her mum's needs rather than partaking in a fantasy of his own making. It was just like how he indulged Astoria's taste for masochism, and the urges of all of his other lovers. They were fantasies he could enjoy with them, even if they had to push him to realize that sometimes. Still, they weren't of his making.
He wasn't unhappy, of course, and he had nothing to complain about even if he'd been selfish enough to do so. Still, it didn't seem fair to her that he had decided that he should never put himself first, truly prioritize himself over them even temporarily. He never pursued anything where the underlying thought was how much he would enjoy it. With all that he did for them, surely the man they all loved deserved to be selfish and focus on himself every once in a while. Everyone deserved that, and all of his lovers got to do it all of the time.
That was why she pushed to give him experiences that she knew he would love to have, since he would never push for them himself. He would only get them if she, Narcissa or Astoria initiated. It could be frustrating how selfless the prat could be in that way. When she or the others wanted to play with a witch, they certainly didn't hesitate in making it happen. Most of the time they would check with the others just to be sure they were all on board, though usually they would already know the answer before they asked the question with how often they discussed their desires and gave each other all sorts of fun ideas.
It was this attitude that had been responsible for Gabi coming into their lives. Daphne hadn't even checked with the others before claiming the little veela, because she hadn't needed to. She'd just known that they would be just as excited to have her around to play with as she was, and of course they had been. But Harry would never do anything like that. Her mother had to throw herself at him, and Apolline Delacour had been even more forward in begging him to fuck her.
For the love of Merlin, he had a veela on her knees pleading for his cock, and he still hadn't given in and used her like he had every right to. Instead Apolline was being forced to earn it, and in a way that Daphne was thrilled to participate in and reap the benefits from, and all because Apolline hadn't given her a few orgasms during their lessons. Daphne hadn't even expected said orgasms, but Harry still demanded she receive them before he would give Apolline what she kept begging for. It seemed unfair to Daphne that he should deny himself a golden opportunity like that with a woman that she was already playing with, just because he cared more about her pleasure than his own.
They were half-lying, half-sitting together in a transfigured chair around the fire in these early morning hours as the snow fell. The natural warmth of the fire was better than any heating charm could ever provide, and the fact that she could have the fire and his own natural body heat to warm her, as well as the big, fluffy blanket draped over her, was something she appreciated. He surely appreciated it just as much since it meant she was able to curl up against him while completely naked. She enjoyed the response she got when she pressed her bare breasts against him, and she made sure to place her arse within range of his hand so he could stroke it as much as he pleased.
Daphne felt a bit like a cat with how much she purred and pressed herself against him happily. Maybe she had been a cat in a previous life for all she knew, because she was definitely purring from deep in her throat as she leaned up to kiss him again. She enjoyed the playful steps as their tongues danced together before they pulled apart, and she sighed in contentment.
She had yet to see another witch who would, in all situations, react so positively to being groped and fondled. Even her mother, who nearly always enjoyed it when her father did it, would have certain circumstances where she wouldn't appreciate it. But with Harry, she, Astoria, Narcissa, definitely Gabi, and probably her mother and Apolline as well, would love it whenever and however Harry groped them. It seemed to be something unique to him. Daphne felt like if he casually held her in his lap and cupped her breasts while they sat in the Minister of Magic's office, she would be content. It would be embarrassing, sure, but the pleasure would be much stronger. She was addicted to having him physically display how attractive he found her.
Maybe it was because she knew with such certainty that it was more than just her body he was attracted to. He was even more attracted to who she was and what she was capable of, and he was full of belief in her that she didn't even have for herself. That made every touch feel like so much more than just a casual grope.
As she was about to go back for another kiss, she looked through the glass doors and saw her sister strutting through the room and approaching them. Daphne was nearly awed by her sister in that moment, struck more than ever by how Astoria really epitomized the word sexy. There was no one she had ever seen naked that just oozed sexiness with every step like Astoria did; not even the three veela Daphne had seen.
Astoria had long, perfect legs, lean and yet not too thin. Her hips were perfectly proportioned; her arse was large, firm and perfect. Prior to Gabrielle and her bum that defied all logic and reason came along, Astoria's arse had been the best Daphne had ever seen (and she was still easily the closest behind Gabrielle.) Her waist was tiny, her stomach was flat, and her big breasts bounced with each step like their entire purpose was to hypnotize Daphne.
And then there was that face. Her face was stunning, and Astoria could use it to shoot Harry a look that was guaranteed to make him hard no matter where they were. That same look could make any witch it was directed at wet almost immediately, and that included Daphne.
"She is the sexiest witch in the world," Daphne muttered, staring at her approaching sister. Harry shifted and opened his mouth to say something, and knowing his personality, Daphne was sure it would be some form of disagreement so he could reassure her of her own attractiveness.
"I'm not saying we aren't gorgeous ourselves," she said quickly. "Or that she is physically more attractive than us. I honestly do think we're all equally beautiful." She nodded her head at Astoria. "But look at her. The way she moves, even when she's not trying to be sexy, just screams fuck me."
Harry's chest vibrated against her as he chuckled. "Maybe she has you there," he conceded. "But only by a tiny bit." He leaned down to kiss right behind her ear. "But as sexy as your sister is, the truth is that right now you are the one I want to hold, kiss, and whisper to about how you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. If you think I'm lying, or that I'm trying to make you feel better, ask me to swear you a vow right now. I guarantee you that I'll still have my magic afterwards."
Daphne blinked rapidly while trying to figure out what to say, but Harry still wasn't done.
"You say your sister is the sexiest witch in the world, and I won't argue. But each of you is equal in my eyes. You all have your strengths and things about you that amaze me, and having all of you with me make me feel like I'm still dreaming when I wake up each morning. My dreams aren't as good as my actual life these days. It honestly makes me glad I don't need to sleep much, and I wish I never had to, because any moment where I'm not holding at least one of you, well aware of how fucking lucky I am, is a moment wasted. I'll swear a vow about that too if you even think of doubting me."
Daphne felt a burning lump in her throat and a prickling in her eyes, because she did not doubt him at all. She could hear the truth in his voice, and this sort of exclamation was unheard of from Harry. He'd just sort of blurted out what he was feeling without taking the time to think about it or filter it in any way, and she didn't think she'd ever seen him get emotional enough to do that before now. She turned to kiss him, truly frantic in her need to make him feel just how much she loved him too. He felt it, and he returned it as he kissed her back.
Astoria hurried through the frigid air until she reached their warm haven, and once she was there, she silently took a seat and curled into Harry's other side. She took the spare blanket and wrapped it around her body while remaining silent. Daphne didn't know how much of that her sister had heard, but she recognized that they were sharing an emotional moment. Once they were done and they turned their heads to look at her, she giggled.
"Why don't you two just keep going?" she suggested with a smile. "I can use my mouth to express my love in a different, better way." She ducked under their blanket, and Daphne felt her sister curl up beneath it while she got Harry's cock out. She began to lick and suck it, and the occasional soft, wet sound of her sucking and her muffled moans was all that Daphne could hear. Astoria lost herself in the duty she truly loved to provide for Harry. Daphne knew that to her, this was the way she preferred to express her feelings.
Astoria's love for sexual connection was something no one else could quite match. If Harry believed that all of them had something that individually set them apart, this had to part of Astoria's uniqueness. This was what made her the sexiest out of all of them. She was such a genuinely sexual person that it bled over into the rest of her life, and even those who didn't know her were enticed by it, whether they could pinpoint what they found enticing or not. She had no interest in forming a sexual connection like this with anyone outside of their group and their loves, but it was still a part of her, and it made her so unbelievably sexy.
What was happening right now was a prime example. Daphne loved to suck Harry's cock, really, she did, because as a sex act it was quite fun. But what she loved most about it was the satisfaction she felt when she improved at it. She considered it a personal challenge to get better and find new ways to make it amazing for him, and succeeding in that challenge was the thing she loved most. The actual physical act of sucking his cock wasn't a big positive or negative for her; it was just an action she performed.
Sometimes it was nice to fall into it as something that took her mind off of everything else other than how she made him feel in that moment. But it was more about what she was giving Harry for her. Seeing his reactions, and even after the hundreds of blowjobs he'd received by this point, and with how many witches would love to be on their knees for him, knowing how much he appreciated it; that was what did it for her. Every time she did it, it was like it was something special for him. Never once had he seemed to view it as some routine. He loved and treasured each and every time she took his cock between her lips, and that had a lot to do with why she loved doing it for him so much.
But for Astoria, sucking Harry's cock was a pure thrill. It wasn't just about the mental side of pleasing him like it was for Daphne, because her sister loved the physical side of sucking his cock too. Astoria loved the feeling of sliding his cock over her tongue, taking it down her throat, and feeling it stretch her lips, jaw and throat out to their limits until it tapped into the masochistic side of sex that she craved. She loved being deprived of air until she was lightheaded, or until she got to the point that she actually passed out. She loved feeling the saliva dripping from her mouth, loved sucking, licking or fondling every part of him that she could.
Astoria loved the connection she could get from just this one act like no one else in his life. It was a comfort to her to be given a task that had allowed her to escape and eventually found joy in a time where she had missed both in her life. Every reaction and feeling she brought form Harry were a delight for her, and she certainly loved the fact that she was undoubtedly the best at this. No one could match her when it came to sucking Harry's cock. She knew it, and so did everyone else.
Daphne used to think that it was just more practice that had allowed her sister to become so much better at sucking his cock than the rest of them, but she knew differently now. What really made her so much better was that she loved sucking his cock like no one else. There was not a single part of it that she didn't love, and that allowed her to find this unfathomable capacity to go beyond her limits and do things no one else could. And even things they could do, she could make feel even better for him.
Daphne also had to acknowledge that Astoria's throat seemed as if it was physically built to take Harry's cock. She could survive having it forced down her throat from the very first time, even before she'd adapted at all. Looking at the other witches or veela and how they'd all struggled their first few times made Astoria's instant success all the more impressive. Pansy had confided in Narcissa that she'd honestly thought she might need to go to St. Mungo's to recover for a few days after her first time taking Harry's cock down her throat, and yet after her first time, Astoria had returned home the next day without her then-husband noticing a thing. Astoria really could be said to have been created to suck Harry's cock.
While leaving her sister to have her fun beneath the blanket, Daphne leaned back up to take Harry's lips for herself once again. He happily returned her kiss, moaning softly into her mouth and using one hand to tenderly stroke her hair like only he could. It put her back in the same mindset that his words had just put her in right before Astoria joined them, and that only increased the passion with which she kissed him.
His other hand was busy under the blanket, no doubt giving Astoria similar caresses to show his appreciation for her sucking. Daphne didn't need to see her sister to know that she was feeling this same elation and warmth; she could just sense it. What they were doing to get there might have been different, but they were both enjoying the close connections they shared with the man they loved in their own way.
This was the perfect way for both Greengrass sisters to show Harry how they felt. Now that it mattered, they were able to work together like they always did as kids. That teamwork should never have stopped to begin with, but she was so overjoyed every morning that she woke up and saw Astoria sleeping on Harry so contently.
Every morning she saw her sister snuggled up with their lover was a fresh reminder that they were together again, and they were going to keep working together as sisters, friends and even lovers for the rest of their lives. In the future, once Draco was dealt with, the few years Astoria spent apart from the people who had always loved her would feel like relatively little time compared to all of the time still remaining to them.
In this moment that the three of them shared in the early hours of the new day, Daphne finally felt the guilt that had weighed on her for all the years Astoria had been gone start to ease. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. She couldn't help but start to cry, and while at first Harry tried to pull away so he could check on her and make sure she was okay, he got the message when she grabbed his hair and kissed him harder. Without a word needing to be said, he recognized that these were not tears of dismay that needed his attention. He understood that what she needed was for him to keep kissing her, and so he did.
She finally pulled away when she felt his body starting to tense slightly, obviously because he was working to hold back his orgasm. Absurd as it was, he could manage that for hours if he felt the need to, and he was probably in the mindset of holding back to put their needs ahead of his own, like usual. But she wasn't going to let that happen, and she had a feeling that Astoria would be on board too.
"We love you so much, Harry," Daphne panted. "So, so much. Cum for us. Let us take care of you. We can stay here all morning, just like this, but we want to give you just a small piece of what you've given us." Astoria was too busy sucking to add her voice to Daphne's, but her loud moan around Harry's cock sounded like agreement enough to her.
"Fuck, I love you two," Harry moaned. It was one of those rare moments where Harry was the one who seemed a bit caught in his emotions. "What did I do to deserve you all? I'm the luckiest wizard who ever lived."
Daphne kissed him frantically as she saw him giving up on his efforts to hold back and starting to approach his end. It wasn't long before he gave her little sister a mouthful of cum, and while Daphne savored his moans of pleasure against her lips as they kissed, Astoria savored the very different expression of his love, which just so happened to be the one she preferred above all. While Daphne helped herself to his kiss, Astoria helped herself to his cum. Both sisters were right where they wanted to be.
Astoria came up to join them after she'd swallowed everything Harry had to give her. Everything had been magically cleaned up and refreshed, and Astoria was purring just like her big sister on the opposite side as they both demanded kisses from him. They might have stayed just like that until lunchtime if Gabi hadn't hurried down to catch their attention.
"Mistress Cissa said I was to come be a good girl for you while your mum is being a good girl for her," the veela said. Astoria met Daphne's eyes, and they shared a giggle.
"It's freezing out here, and I know how much all veela hate the cold," Astoria said. "But you're standing there in just that little shirt again, Gabi. You know how your master reacted the last time you came out here looking like that."
"It's okay," Gabi said, blushing. "I'll kneel like a good little girl." She moved and did exactly that before any of them could stop her, falling to her knees in the cold. She had to bite her lip to stop from crying out in discomfort, and Harry laughed at her.
"No one told you to kneel, you silly girl," Harry said. "In fact, Stori was telling you to do the exact opposite. Now climb up under here and lie on my lap. I need some help since it seems there are two witches that want to cuddle and snog, but I only have one mouth. Can you help your master with that?
Gabi nodded her head quickly and hurried up under the blanket with them. She sighed as the blanket soothed the freezing cold she had just forced herself to endure without any prompting from anyone else, and immediately she was swept up by Astoria.
"That's not fair, Stori," Daphne grumbled. "I wanted her first." Even with Astoria holding her in place and kissing her, the joy on Gabi's face when she heard that was obvious. Daphne grinned, deciding to leave Astoria to play with their veela pet for now. There was still an amazing man whose lips were unoccupied, and Daphne happily leaned up to start snogging him once again.
--
Daphne grinned as she watched her sister striding towards her while wearing that tiny little silk robe Daphne had given her. It barely contained her breasts and didn't even cover her whole arse, so in terms of coverage it struggled to do its job. But it did have warming charms on it, and it looked amazing on her. Astoria had worn it almost all the time once she tried it on and realized how warm it was.
Astoria grinned back when she saw her looking. "How was work?"
"Slow and boring," Daphne said, shrugging. "Just like it's been since I finished my Mastery and had to start waiting for them to interview me.
"They're so slow," Astoria said, frowning.
Daphne nodded. "They are. But enough work talk. Come here, sis."
Astoria came over, and Daphne pulled her down to straddle her and undid the knot of her robe. She started to kiss at Astoria's neck as her hands grabbed and squeezed her sister's now completely uncovered arse. Astoria arched immediately.
"Oh, Daph," she cried out.
Daphne grinned and looked down at her lap. "You've already gotten my thigh wet, sis," she said. She kissed lower, moving down slowly, and Astoria moaned as her progress continued.
"Fuck, you make me so wet, Daph," she muttered.
That made Daphne laugh softly. "Everything makes you wet. I'm convinced that if you were a veela you would be even worse than Gabi is."
"I definitely would be," Astoria said, giggling. Then she shivered and let out a little whimper when Daphne sucked on a spot she knew she loved. "But you have me dripping even faster than usual."
"And why is that, sis?" Daphne asked, adding a kiss between each word. "Do you know what I think?"
"Whyyyyyy?" Astoria asked. The word got dragged out not intentionally, but because Daphne's kisses had given her so much pleasure that she struggled through it.
"Because you're a naughty little slut who gets even more excited knowing that it's your sister making you feel this way," Daphne said huskily. "You love how wrong it is, don't you? That's what makes it so right."
Astoria moaned wildly at her words, and then squealed when Daphne nibbled on her nipple in such a way that her mouth rubbed across her piercing just right.
"Yes, Daph," Astoria finally said. "It's so exciting every time, even all these months later!"
"I know, sis," Daphne said. "I know, because it's just as exciting for me. I'm a naughty little slut too, just like my little sister."
Astoria desperately kissed her, and they rolled onto their sides. "Please!" Astoria begged. "Please, no more teasing!"
Daphne giggled. "It's called foreplay, sister," she said.
"I don't need any fucking foreplay!" Astoria whined. Daphne laughed, kissed her one last time and flipped around, wrapping her legs around Astoria's head. Neither of them wasted any time in getting started, mirroring perfectly in how they wrapped each other up and grabbed the arse of the other in order to apply more pressure, and in the process bring more pleasure.
Daphne moaned, immensely pleased that she was able to cause Astoria to start shivering and bucking against her so quickly. Her lessons had clearly paid off, and she was finally confident that she was the best in the group at something sexual. Astoria screamed and gushed, and Daphne lapped it up and then kissed gently around her sister's cunt while Astoria did her best to get her off too.
Once she was sure that Astoria wasn't going to be overly sensitive, Daphne got back to work. This time she switched to sucking on Astoria's clit, knowing how her sister loved the intense feeling of direct pressure on her clit. Much like everything else her sister liked in bed, it was too intense for anyone else to enjoy. This would have been uncomfortable for most women, but Astoria just squealed and wiggled around.
A few minutes later, Daphne felt her sister get really desperate, and she decided to help her out. She clamped her legs down hard, forcing Astoria deeper while she grinded against her face. Astoria worked harder than ever, and Daphne started screaming from her throat while she sucked Astoria's clit as hard as she could. Right when Daphne came, she managed to get her sister to shriek and explode as well. She made a mess of her face and the fabric below.
They finally rolled apart and cuddled together, sharing little kisses while they recovered. But Astoria pouted at her, surprisingly. "You're so much better at that than I am now."
Daphne giggled and licked her sister's ear. "Now you know how I feel about everything else around here," she whispered.
"I do," Astoria muttered. "I don't like being that much worse though. It wasn't even close! You had to help me out and grind on my face just to get off once, right when you got me off for the second time!"
"You're still so good, Stori," she said. "And we weren't exactly starting from the same place. You were worked up right from the start." Daphne then pulled away, pushed Astoria back and kissed down her belly, speaking once her head was between her legs. "I guess I'll just have to show you what I learned. You can learn from experience. Would you like that, sister?"
Astoria nodded, and then cried out in ecstasy as Daphne began. "Oh, I love you, Daph! Thank you for letting me have this! Thank you so much!"
--
"Be patient, little princess," Harry said to Gabrielle, who was squirming under his arm thanks to how desperately aroused she was. He smirked at Hermione as she watched them. "I know you're struggling to get through the whole school day, but you know I expect you to get your work done before any fun. It doesn't matter how needy you are. Work comes first, my adorable veela slut." Gabi whimpered, almost dancing on the spot, making her look to Hermione as if she needed to visit the loo.
Hermione hadn't really understood it during their girl's night when Gabrielle sat there blushing and cuddling into Daphne's side, almost burrowing into her and seeming so shy when she was being discussed, and even more when they were teasing her. The girls had said then that she could barely get through each day because of both her arousal and her desire to submit. Hermione had assumed they were exaggerating, but clearly she needed to accept that Harry's girlfriends really didn't exaggerate about these things. She looked ready to cum at the slightest touch.
More than that, she looked like she needed Harry to do more than just command her to be patient. Just that little command had made her visible shiver. It looked like that one command would be enough for her to be able to suffer through this, but it was stunning to watch her and see how desperate she seemed. She looked ready to plead to him to make her submit in some way, even if it wasn't sexual in nature.
"We'll start next Wednesday afternoon," Harry said to Hermione, returning her focus to her own situation.
"That long?" Hermione asked, frowning. She could hear the complaint in her voice and how petulant it made her sound, but she couldn't help it.
Harry grinned at her and shook his head. "I'd rather do this sooner too, Hermione, but I'm too busy right now. If we did it sooner we would have to rush it, because I'm juggling too many different things right now. And this isn't something I'm willing to rush."
He reached out and grabbed her hand, and Hermione felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest. This was hardly the first time she and Harry had held hands in their lives, but this was completely different. This wasn't Harry, her best friend from the moment he'd saved the lonely twelve year old girl by sticking his wand up a troll's nose. This was the man he'd become; the man who had a group of beautiful witches in his orbit, all of whom were utterly devoted to him and how he treated them.
"This is me and you, Hermione," he said, staring into her eyes. She licked her suddenly dry lips, for the first time understanding why 11 year old Ginny had written such a silly poem about Harry's green eyes for Valentine's Day. "If you and Pansy are going to take this sort of leap and play with others, and you're sure this is something you want to try, we're going to take our time and do it properly. If you rush to try things out with some of the others I hear you're talking with, that's your choice, and as long as you and Pansy are on the same page, I support you in it. But us? We're not rushing into a fucking thing, Hermione. We're going to do it right, understand?"
"I understand," Hermione mumbled. Disappointed though she was at having to wait longer, she could already tell that Harry was going to make it worth the wait.
He smiled. "Good. I'll block out 1:30 in the afternoon for you. Don't be late if you want to be able to sit down at all for the rest of the week. Whether your girlfriend wants to come and watch is up to you and her. But warn her that you're going to get punished for real. I have a few things to get off my chest."
Hermione squeaked. "Yes, sir," she whispered. She blushed and ducked her head at calling him 'sir', and she dashed out through the private floo in his office as soon as she could. She couldn't remember ever feeling as embarrassed as she was at that moment, after calling her best friend in the world 'sir'. He hadn't even demanded it; that had come out all on its own!
Her head was spinning about what he might have to get off of his chest with her, not to mention the simple fact of what they were going to do. Her relationship with her best friend was about to change, and her heart was racing just thinking about it.
--
Gabi knelt between Master Harry's legs, servicing him like a good pet. Her hands were clasped behind her back of her own volition, and she purred softly while Mistress Daphne scratched her head and ran her hands through her silky hair. Everyone in their group was sitting around outside of Greengrass Manor, including Hermione and Pansy. All of them, Gabi's own father included, behaved as if Gabi getting on her knees and sucking her master's cock was a perfectly normal thing.
The veela pet was consumed by bliss, and that bliss did not dampen when Harry reached down and gave her a subtle tug on her collar, pulling it back and up from behind her neck. It cut off her air for no reason other than that he felt like it, and it made her close her eyes and completely give in to the joyous submission. Her master really did know how to treat her!
Her world, which had become the kind of black pleasure that she loved so much, suddenly returned to reality once her collar was released and she was allowed to breathe properly once again. When she returned to reality, she could hear the sound of laughter. She opened her eyes and saw everyone watching her.
"Enjoy yourself, little princess?" Mistress Daphne asked, ruffling her hair. She nodded without shame despite the giggling witches around them. She saw her father trying to hide his awkwardness at seeing her in such a state, and her mother laughing and gently teasing him for it.
"I'd hope so," Fleur said. "I would be worried if you didn't enjoy your orgasms."
Gabi squeaked, only now realizing that her tiny knickers weren't in their usual soaked state. They were positively drenched, and her thighs were as well. She was about to cry, feeling mortified. Her father was right there, and she hadn't even been receiving any pleasure. But the worst part, the part that had her starting to panic, was that her master and mistress would surely be ashamed of her!
Master Harry scooped her up effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his neck, feeling the panic ease slightly at being able to cling to him. Before she could speak, everyone started to speak normally and carry on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She knew it was just to make her feel better, but it was still appreciated.
"That was the most erotic thing I've seen in quite a while," Master Harry said softly into her ear. "And we see a lot of fun things, don't we, my little princess?"
She felt better in an instant. There was no hint of him being ashamed of her at all; she heard only arousal in his voice. She nodded, whipping her watery eyes on his shoulder.
"You looked so awkward!" she heard her mother say as she continued to tease her father. "But you weren't all fidgety like that when you made me cum in front of my parents. Or yours, for that matter. Or when you stumbled in on Fleur at the table downst—"
Her father and Fleur both groaned, cutting her off, and Gabi giggled. She felt all better now. Harry laughed too.
"I think your father has seen it all by now," Master Harry said. "Now do you want to head inside before dinner? I have to go on a trip later tonight. I'll be gone for a few hours, and if you're this pent up, I want to take care of you before I go." Gabi nodded with an eager squeak, making him chuckle. "I'm glad. I was going to take you inside and fuck you silly either way though."
She writhed even as she clung to him, and he casually stood up and put her down before giving her a rough pat on the arse. "Inside," he said. "Now."
As she hurried inside, she heard Harry deal with the others playfully taunting him. "Does anyone other than want of my girlfriends want to be brave and admit that they really want to come in with me?" he challenged. "Because if you can admit it, you're welcome to do so."
"Not fair," Astoria whined, making Gabi giggle.
--
"Last chance," Harry said quietly, smiling at Apolline. "Once you do this, you know you won't be able to go back to how things have been up until now." They were in a room a few doors down from the others, by design.
Apolline shivered with arousal and nervousness both, but she nodded. "I'm sure. We've discussed this, and it isn't a one-sided fantasy."
"Very well," Harry said, smiling wider. He shot towards her, grabbed her by the hair and roughly kissed her. She moaned, feeling something inside of her coming to life and lighting up inside of her, as if screaming 'finally!' into her ear. Her clothing was shed quickly and she was left in just her heels, her knickers having already been removed during her time with Daphne just before this, where she had given the younger woman the last orgasm she owed her before she would get this chance. While Harry fucked her daughter, Apolline earned her time with Harry before he left to take care of his business.
She pulled at his clothing as well, and was elated when he didn't resist and allowed her to pull them off quickly. She had a feeling he would have made this as slow and painful for her as possible if he didn't have to leave soon, but she wouldn't complain about circumstances pushing things along.
He pushed her against the wall, and after plenty of snogging and having him grabbing her roughly while she tried to stroke his cock as best she could, he spun her around. His cock pressing against her back served as a reminder of the sheer size of his cock, and feeling it again gave her a moment of inner panic. And yet despite that panic, she was dripping wet. This was the most aroused she could ever remember being. Each day, her literal biological need for him created thanks to her veela nature had grown to the point that she could find no relief from it. Sebastian had done his best, but even using him until he was so exhausted he couldn't move had not given her a reprieve.
She needed Harry and his big cock to claim her, to claim her and make her his. After watching him protect her family from the enclave while her husband stood inside the wards, her veela side craved this. None of that was Sebastian's fault, of course. He had been in the process of moving to assist her when that happened. He was no coward, and he would do whatever he needed to do to protect his family. Apolline knew that, but her veela side cared only that Harry had done what her husband had not. Her veela nature was at constant war with her logical side, and that was why she could get no relief from her husband right now. Apolline loved him as much as ever, but the veela in her was displayed with her mate.
That was a legitimately terrifying prospect for her, because she loved Sebastian so much, but the veela saw Harry as the protector, the powerful wizard who led this group, and the base instincts of that left her compelled to give herself to him. She didn't know what it would lead to, and that was why Daphne's offer to finish her debt and finally be with him had been not merely exciting but also such a relief. This had to be done, but she could sleep without guilt if these feelings never truly vanished.
She'd discussed everything with Sebastian, and luckily he had admitted that it was an exciting thought to him. That had been a surprise for her, but a welcome one that made this situation better for her. Thanks to that, she could indulge fully in this without worrying or feeling guilty.
Apolline cried out as Harry shoved his cock into her unceremoniously. It was a raw, primal sound that escaped her throat as she felt the addressing of this building need finally begin. Her husband's cock was large—more than large, really. But Harry's dick was in a category all its own, and she whimpered in agony and also delight at feeling him stretch her out so much. It was a mercifully moderate pace that he set to begin with, and even that was difficult to adjust to.
"Thank you," she managed to loudly moan out after a time. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!"
Harry laughed and sped up, twisting her arms behind her back and holding them there while he pinned her against the wall. His other hand found her clit and started to play with her. Harry correctly assumed that she needed no tender touches from him; his fingers rubbed her clit roughly.
Apolline screamed in ecstasy, fully aware that everyone in the manor could hear her loud and clear. It didn't matter, and she couldn't help herself. With this loud climax, she started the trip down the rabbit hole of this fantasy of theirs, and this need of hers. That was just what Harry intended. He was being incredibly insistent about consent throughout all of this, and this was the final, unspoken way that he got her to display her consent. She wasn't doing this just because she needed to, but because she wanted to.
"Oh, no one fucks me like this!" she screamed. "No one! It's so much better than anyone has ever fucked me!"
Harry laughed. "Oh?" he said, mocking her. "Tell me more."
She had to pause to howl in pleasure, but then she gave him more. "You're so huge!" she got out. "So much bigger than my husband! He couldn't satisfy me for the last few weeks. He used to be able to do it without any trouble, but I don't think he'll ever be able to do it again. I just knew only this cock could do it. I think it's always going to be the only cock good enough to satisfy me from now on. So please, you have to keep giving it to me! Please, please, I'll always need this cock!"
Harry let out a rough, pleased laugh, and he really started to pound her after that. He had her making sounds she'd never made before, letting everyone who could hear her, even her husband (especially her husband) that she wasn't joking or lying about any of this. But he still wanted to hear more.
"Who owns this cunt now, veela?" he asked. He was stepping into his role and being the man she needed him to be; the man that her veela side had identified him as.
"You do, sir!" Apolline screamed. "You own it!"
"I don't believe you," he said loudly. "Sluts like you will say anything to get what you're after without really meaning it."
Even knowing that he was doing this to frustrate her on purpose, she still whined. "I will prove it, sir!"
"And how are you going to do that?" he demanded to know. "How could you ever truly prove that I own you? You're so needy that you'll run over to get fucked regardless. What could you ever do to make me believe you, slut?"
Apolline screamed as her orgasm hit, and she squirted all over the floor. It was a massive orgasm, and it was made all the more massive since he never stopped fucking her. "I've never cum this hard, sir!" she screamed, completely truthfully. He said nothing, and after her head cleared slightly, she remembered his words and came up with the answer.
"You own it, sir!" she moaned. "My cunt is yours; all yours! You own it, sir, and you choose who uses it!" Harry just laughed, and she couldn't stop herself from diving deeper down the rabbit hole. "You own all of them! I won't do anything with anyone ever again unless you give me permission, sir!"
"But you're a married witch," Harry said, laughing.
"I don't care!" she moaned. "My husband will just have to accept it. He can have all those other witches, but you can have me!" Harry continued to laugh.
"This is all you, you fucking slut," he said casually. It was a blow to her pride as a veela that he sounded so casual about what she was offering him and what they were doing right now. He was fucking her, a beautiful veela, living the dream of most wizards, but to him it sounded like it was no big deal. "I'm not demanding you say any of this to convince me. There are lots of other ways you could prove it to me, but this is what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is!" she cried out. "I want you to own me! I want you to decide who gets to be inside your cunt, sir!"
Harry's laughs got louder. "Merlin, you sound like you'd turn your husband, who most witches would give anything to be married to, into a cuckold. What a filthy thing you are."
Even Apolline was surprised at how much these words excited her and how deeply she moaned. "I would, sir! If you told me to, I would love to make that choice! I need to keep getting this cock inside of me! Nothing else matters as much as that!" He fucked her even harder than he had been, and she couldn't do anything other than grunt and cry out in pleasure and also pain. He shagged her as if trying to smash her right through the wall with his thrusts, and if anyone could do it, she was sure it was him.
Harry growled. "I'm not going to demand that," he said, loudly enough she knew no one could fail to hear him. "You're a cruel slut for even saying that out loud. But if you two really like the idea that much, maybe we'll make it happen one day." She moaned wildly at even the thought of that, but he continued speaking before she could. "Tomorrow, you're coming over and staying until I decide you can leave. I have some witches who have been very eager to play with you, and I'm ready to fuck you silly myself now that you've earned that right."
He grabbed her hair and gave it a yank. "I'll tame you, as you put it earlier. Don't worry about that. Oh, and just so there is no question about who owns you, any fun you have after you pack your things tonight will be the last time this month that you'll fuck or suck your husband. I want to see if you really mean all of the things coming out of your filthy mouth, or if they're just words. I might let you go watch him play with those two witches he's all set to have fun with, but you won't be allowed to fuck or be pleasured by any of them. You can be the one who sits back and watches instead. I wouldn't deny you that chance. But first we'll need to see if you can earn it."
She was about to cum now. Between the things he was saying and knowing that Sebastian had definitely heard it all, she felt like she was on fire, even if Harry had tempered that fire so much with his last words.
"Yes, sir!" she said. "I told you that I'll never fuck him again if you tell me I'm not allowed to! I need your cock so much more than his, and I'll do whatever you say to get it!"
"Then here's your first reward for waiting so long to get it," he growled. He pulled on her hair as hard as he could, making her bend backwards farther than could ever be considered comfortable as he pounded her and finished her, giving her what she craved. He came a ridiculous amount, and Apolline screamed as she came right along with him.
After it was over, he dropped her to her knees. "Clean me up, quickly," he said. "I really do need to get out of here in just a few minutes." Apolline was physically shaking while she licked him clean from tip to base dutifully.
"Good girl. I'll see you tomorrow. But first, make sure you do a good job for your husband tonight, since you'll be denying him the pleasure for an entire month solely because you're a selfish slut." She whimpered, and he gave her head a pat. "Tell my girlfriends you made me waste too much of my time for me to be able to come and say goodbye. And if they pout, remind them that it was their idea to let you have this now instead of just making you wait for tomorrow. But also remind them that I promise I'll be back before they wake up, and they don't need to worry. There won't be any fighting happening tonight."
With that, Harry disappeared, leaving Apolline to get dressed and fix herself up. Her stomach did flips as she did her best to make it appear as if she hadn't just had her brains shagged out of her skull. It was a silly and pointless effort since they'd all heard it, and she was barely able to walk anyway. She had screamed out every fantasy she and Sebastian had discussed, even knowing that everyone could hear them. Luckily she knew that Sebastian himself would not be upset. He was going to get to indulge in both sides of this fantasy of his, which was exactly what he'd hoped for.
It had surprised her just how excited he was to experience this side of it, the one where she was cuckolding him, but the more she thought about it, the more she came to believe that her pattern of fucking him for her needs and then seeking out other witches for fun might have instilled that fantasy in him over a period of years. Harry would obviously never make her cuckold Sebastian permanently, and if for whatever reason it went sour, he would end the games without hesitation. Sebastian knew that he had nothing to worry about with Harry being the man who held this power, plus he had his own fun coming up, so she did not anticipate the fantasy losing its luster for him any time soon.
And yet she couldn't shake the tiny feeling that if the chance was really there for this to happen and not have it cause any problems, Harry just might do it for real, and without hesitation, should he be convinced that it really was okay for him to do it. The worst part was that she hoped he would do it some day. But really it was just a fantasy to explore briefly, like Hermione and Pansy were about to, rather than something she would ever want as her new and permanent reality.
Wasn't it? That was how she should feel, but she wasn't even sure herself if it was how she really did feel.
--
It was late in the night, and Narcissa and Aella were sitting together downstairs in Black Manor. Daphne, Astoria and Gabi were trying their best to sleep upstairs, which was wise in theory since they all needed to be up early tomorrow, but they all knew that real sleep wouldn't be possible until Harry got back.
Narcissa was no less worried than them, but she wasn't bothering to try and sleep. She had no meetings tomorrow morning, and she saw no point to waste any time tossing and turning in bed. She would sleep once Harry got home. That was what Aella was thinking as well, understandably. Her feelings for Harry were obvious to everyone these days, and her husband hadn't shown even the slightest problem with it. That was good news for Aella, and all of them as well since they had come to enjoy having her involved with them. Narcissa expected the others to join them downstairs later once they admitted they wouldn't be getting any sleep, but until then, she would amuse herself with Aella.
"You seem very excited right now, Aella," she drawled. "You don't have a fantasy similar to Apolline's, do you?"
"No, of course not!" Aella said, turning pale and shaking her head wildly. "It was arousing to listen to, but the idea of doing it to Edmund makes me feel sick."
"I'm aware you have no interest," Narcissa said, laughing. "I suppose I shouldn't have teased you about it." She began to strip Aella's fluffy robe off of her body, kissing her neck as she did, making the witch moan appreciatively. "Sebastian looked humiliated, but he looked even more excited about it," she murmured into Aella's skin. "I'm so wet just from thinking about my boyfriend and future husband finally giving in and acting like that."
Aella cried out in pleasure as Narcissa's mouth found one of her pierced nipples. "I am too! Fuck, everyone there listening while she said all those things on her own, and then Harry making them a reality? It made me desperate to watch Harry and Edmund do it."
"I'm sure he shagged you and Fleur hard when he dragged you two upstairs, huh?" Narcissa said with a grin. Aella blushed, giggled and moaned all at once.
"Fleur was so naughty, being as excited as she was after listening to her own mother say those things," she said, which made Narcissa laugh hard.
"Okay, that's enough talk about your husband, I think," Narcissa said. "We don't want one of your daughters to have to listen to all those intimate details." She kissed Aella on her inner thigh, making her call her name and beg to be allowed to return the favor. But Narcissa shook her head. "No, you're in for a few days where simply mentally making it through is going to be the key. And you're going to love it, of course, if half the things I got Harry to admit he'd gone and cleared with Edmund ahead of time were true. So let me make sure you understand, before you live out your twisted idea of fun, just how adored you are in this house. Otherwise I don't know if you'll get to enjoy all of it before you break."
Narcissa looked up at her, understanding the thoughts racing through Aella's head as it dawned on her just how deep her fantasies were going to be explored if Harry had gone to Edmund to make sure some of the things he had in mind wouldn't be crossing any lines. The woman was excited, maybe even a little scared, and of course incredibly aroused too. Narcissa could help her out with the last one for sure. She slipped two fingers inside of her, and her fingers and tongue both worked quickly and aggressively to get her off.
Aella squealed as she squirted, clearly caught off-guard by just how quickly her orgasm had arrived once Narcissa got serious. But Narcissa kept going, and soon Aella was writhing and grabbing her hair, bucking her hips as she was licked and fingered to a second squirting climax.
"Now that's a much better idea on how to chase the stress away," Daphne said. Narcissa and Aella both looked towards her as she stepped into the room, Gabi holding her hand and following behind her. Astoria came in behind them, looking a bit guilty and worried, which they all knew was because the purpose of Harry's departure was tied up in Draco and that history.
Narcissa motioned towards Astoria, who rushed at her and clung to her. "I'll take care of you, my love," Narcissa whispered. She gave her a deep, passionate kiss. "I can't stand you feeling like you are, but I'm feeling the same. Our man will be home soon; he promised. But until then, let's get as close as we can."
While they began, Daphne and Gabi moved over to Aella. "This poor little princess is learning tonight that she really doesn't do well when her master is off doing things to make us worry," Daphne said.
"That looks like an understatement," Aella said, looking at the shaking veela. Daphne nodded, looking upset, and with good reason. Gabi didn't even seem to hear them speaking, so lost and worried was she.
"I didn't expect this, but it must be part of her nature," Daphne said. "The one she submits to is away, and she's feeling guilty, like she should be risking herself for him." That did seem to register with Gabi, who nodded frantically.
"You don't have to worry, little one," Aella said soothingly, stroking Gabi's cheek. "Your boyfriend and master is very capable. He's just sneaking in to avoid having his name recorded on the visitor's list, and he's in a place where there's almost certainly going to be no actual danger for him. No criminal would ever want to go to Nurmengard willingly, especially not to attack the one man alive who would make sure they ended up there if they deserved it."
Gabi actually seemed to look less worried once she heard where Harry was going and that he was just sneaking in to find things out from a prisoner, and Daphne groaned. "I should have realized she didn't know," she mumbled. "I'm sorry, little princess. Of course Harry wouldn't have wanted you to worry, and would have been foolish enough to think not telling you where he was going would somehow make you worry less."
"It's okay, mistress," Gabi said softly. "I feel better now, so I promise I'll be a good girl and do my best so you won't have to worry about me!" She tried to wriggle free to kneel before Daphne but let out a whine of frustration when Daphne refused to release her.
"No," Daphne said. "Lie back, little princess. My mother will take care of you, and I'll let you take care of me, okay?"
--
"I was wondering when they'd finally refresh the lodestones so we could have this chat, Harry Potter."
"I hate the attention," Harry said, standing across from Grindelwald. "I'm a terrible celebrity." Grindelwald laughed. It was a friendly laugh, and if you didn't know better you might think he was a normal elderly man rather than a mass murderer. Grindelwald put his book down and turned to look at Harry.
"I know you aren't involved with Draco Malfoy," Harry said. "I know that with absolute certainty, so can we avoid the attempts at playing games? I'm running short on patience these days."
Grindelwald looked at him in a way that made Harry pause. "No games tonight, Harry Potter. What that man and his associates have either stumbled into or are being led to discover is something that no one would ever consider." Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Grindelwald shook his head, preempting what he was going to say. "No, not even your Tom Riddle. These are things far beyond their understanding, and they will put us all at risk."
Harry's stomach felt filled with ice as he watched Grindelwald push his head against the bars of his cell. "Take the memory of that night," the old man said. "Worry not about tampering. I have no wand or access to magic myself, so I cannot alter it." Harry drew the memory with his finger, and Grindelwald pulled away and gave him a stunned look.
"The Master of Death," Grindelwald said. "The rumors are true."
"This has nothing to do with that," Harry said, managing a small laugh despite the unease of moments before. "I destroyed the bloody wand, and the stone too. And I hate to tell you, but they weren't anything more than powerful, ancient artifacts. Collecting all three of them did nothing, but it was best to make sure that the relentless hunt for them finally ended. It never did anyone any good, did it?"
"Indeed it didn't," Grindelwald said, looking deep in thought as he considered Harry's words. "Such a shame that the stories weren't true, but it shouldn't come as such a surprise to me. Legends and myths are often far from reality."
Harry nodded. "I don't have time to watch this memory here," he said.
"No," Grindelwald agreed. "But you must watch it before we discuss things. You need to understand how truly mad that man is becoming. Only then will you be able to believe what I have to say." Harry was about to speak, but the old man talked over him. "It is at the northernmost point of the wards, where they have the largest distance between lodestones. It's a distance large enough that someone talented could pass through undetected."
"Do I have time to watch this with my allies?" Harry asked.
"You do. Nothing of note can happen within the next two months. But it is crucial that you are ready to act at that point."
"I'll be back on Sunday night, then," Harry declared.
"I shall look forward to it. Conversation is hard to come by up here."
Harry shook his head, smiling wryly. "I brought something to bargain with. But I'll give it to you as a gesture of good faith, just as you have done with this memory, in the hopes that if this memory isn't what you say it is, you'll speak up before I depart." Grindelwald stayed silent while Harry removed a stack of letters. After tossing them through the bars, Harry waved his hand to unshrink them, turning them into a stack that went up nearly to the old man's waist.
"Seemed wrong to let them end up with people they weren't addressed to," he said. "But really it was for selfish reasons that I took them instead of giving them to the Ministry like I was supposed to." Grindelwald rubbed a finger over the top of the pile before looking up at him. "It was better for me if the public kept thinking of Dumbledore as the same infallible hero they've always seen him as. I apologize for not letting these see the light of day, allowing people to understand your actions better and see the part Dumbledore played. But it wouldn't have gotten you out of here or been a positive for the world at large if everyone learned that their hero was just a man like them, with his own demons and his own list of mistakes he made throughout his life."
Grindelwald nodded. "I do not blame you, Harry Potter, nor do I wish for that now. Many years ago, I would have wanted everyone to know the truth, but these days I have no such desire. As you said, it would do me no good. Regardless of the role Albus played in my life, my crimes were still my crimes, and I have never had any wish to try and push their responsibility onto anyone but myself."
There was a pause, and Harry noted how the man had not said anything that hinted he believed his actions had been a mistake. Harry hadn't forgotten, but this was still a reminder that despite being far removed from Voldemort in some aspects, Grindelwald was still a madman who had murdered many in his attempt to reshape the world to fit his vision of what it should be. More importantly, if he was given the chance to wield that sort of power again, Harry saw no reason to doubt that he would take a fresh attempt at it.
"The memory I provided you is indeed what I said it was," Grindelwald said eventually. "But you have earned my respect, Harry Potter, and also my eternal gratitude. As promised, I will do whatever I can to assist you, and I don't mean solely with this current issue. I will provide whatever knowledge I have, should you ask it."
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry said. He swirled the cloak around him and disappeared from sight. "This one was too useful to destroy, and it doesn't have the bloody history of the others. And besides, my son needs to continue the true legacy of this cloak one day; the one my father and his friends started. That legacy isn't built on power; it's built on friendship. That's something worth dying for—and killing for, too."
"Indeed," Grindelwald said, chuckling. "And I'm certain things could have been very different had I reached that same conclusion before it was too late. Until next time, Harry Potter."
Harry did not respond, but turned away and left once he saw a tear roll down Grindelwald's cheek as he opened the first letter in the pile, which began with My Dear Gellert, in Dumbledore's looping handwriting.
--
Harry was unsurprised to hear the smallest feet of all of the witches that would conceivably be in his manor racing towards him as soon as he made his first sound upon arriving home.
"Master!" Gabi cried out. He chuckled and caught her as she flew into his arms. He carried her small body effortlessly and stroked her hair with one hand while he listened to her speak quickly about how worried they had all been.
His girlfriends and Aella were waiting for him, and he greeted them all with a kiss while still holding Gabi. Seeing them watching him expectantly, he went straight into his explanation. "It went much better than I expected, or so I hope," he said. "But I think there's more going on here than we could have ever known unless I made this little visit. Enough of that, though. We can talk all about it tomorrow if you want, but there's no need to discuss it or worry about it tonight. I'd like to go upstairs and do whatever my girls desire, whether that's sleeping or something else."
"When you're here, you're one of his girls, mum," Astoria said with a giggle.
"Yes, and you did say you love him," Narcissa teased. Aella blushed, and then let out a yelp when he gave her a smack on the arse.
"I don't think we're ever going to let you go on any auror raids at night, even if they need you," Daphne said after giving him a deep kiss. "We could barely make it through this, and we knew you weren't even going to be in any danger."
They kissed again, this time with Harry initiating it, and he wrapped his arm around her while Astoria pushed Aella up against him. Astoria then pushed her way in beside Narcissa so she could rest her head on his chest.
"We can talk about that at some point, too," he offered. "Unless that's what you would rather do tonight."
"Absolutely not," Astoria said firmly. "You're fucking me silly tonight. If these old hags and the little schoolgirl need their rest, they can have it, but I'm getting shagged either way!" She yelped as Narcissa smacked her arse, and with rather more force than Harry had smacked Aella's.
"Careful, pet," the Lady Black said.
"I don't want to sleep, and I don't want to go to school tomorrow either, master," Gabi said, whining at the prospect of being away from him.
"That may be," Daphne said through a loud yawn, "but you do have to go, little princess. And I am exhausted, so I'm taking you to come and sleep with me. After all, the two most intelligent witches here actually need our sleep. Unlike my dumb sister, who thinks only about sex, getting spanked, and the sex after getting spanked, we have to use our brains from time to time." Astoria tried to give her a smack on the arse, but Daphne danced out of the way and laughed at her.
"Besides, Harry is going to finish work early tomorrow, and I am as well," Daphne said. "We can surely skip one afternoon of homework to have some fun."
"I suppose us 'old hags' can join them tomorrow afternoon then," Narcissa said, looking at Aella. "Why don't we get out beauty sleep too?"
Aella was pulled into a kiss before she could protest, and after everyone gave Harry their goodnight kisses, Daphne took Gabi's small hand and led the clearly reluctant veela up the stairs with her. Gabi kept looking back at him longingly, but Daphne leaned in and whispered something into her ear. They were too far away for Harry to hear, but whatever Daphne said worked. Gabi gave a quick look back at him and nodded, and she seemed more content with parting for the night after that.
With Narcissa taking Aella off to bed as well, that left Harry and Astoria to have their fun. Astoria dragged him by the hand into the sitting room and sat him down in his favorite chair, and he smiled when she straddled him. But the smile left when she burst into sobs that made her whole body heave. Despite her bravado around the others, she apparently needed something other than a hard shag from him right now.
"I hate it when you leave because of him," she said, obviously referring to Draco and not Grindelwald.
"I don't leave because of him," Harry countered. "I leave to make sure that for the rest of our lives, I can always come home to you; to all of you." Astoria just sobbed harder into his neck, and he put his arms around her body and held her tight. His hands stroked her back, trying to rub the stress, the worry and the unjustified feelings of guilt out of her.
"I love you," he said, hoping that his gentle words could help settle her in combination with his touch. "I love you so much, Astoria. And I promise that you don't have anything to worry about. I'll always come back. No one will ever pull us apart. No one."
While he continued to whisper to her, hold her and offer her whatever comfort he could, Astoria's entire body shook and he felt her tears on the skin of his neck. She clung to him as tightly and desperately as she ever had, at least in his memory. It was like she was afraid that if she let go of him, he would disappear and never come back.
So he let her cling to him and find comfort in being held by him while the others settled in and attempted to get their sleep. If Harry was a bit red-eyed and tired in the morning, so be it. He would stay up all night with Astoria if that was what it took to calm her. He'd meant every word. He loved Astoria deeply and fiercely, and he would do whatever he had to do to hold onto her as well as the other people who were so important to him, including those who had been waiting for him to come home tonight.
Whatever Draco Malfoy was up to, Harry would not let it stand in the way of the life he was building with those he loved.