"...I don't think the father-in-law is supposed to be the one who gets down on one knee," Harry said. "Usually, that's for the man in a relationship, when he and his partner love each other very much—"
"You talk too much," Lord Greengrass said.
"And you don't explain as much as you should. What do you say we meet in the middle? I'm curious why you're raffling your daughters off like it's an event on a gameshow. Is pureblood life that boring?"
"I could crush you, boy," Lord Greengrass said. "Mind your tongue."
Harry looked around the room at the women of the Greengrass family, silently asking, Did I hear that right?
Astoria's face gave nothing away. Daphne was subtly shaking her head, urging Harry to stop. Mrs. Greengrass squeezed the lower part of her dress and stared at her knuckles.
He had just threatened Harry, then.
Oh it was so on.
Lord Greengrass mistook Harry's stunned silence for obedience. Feeling magnanimous, he deigned to offer an explanation.
"For centuries the Greengrass family has birthed children in pairs. Two to a generation, never more and never less. One will enter an arranged marriage of the patriarch's choice to a family of sufficient breeding. When the children reach the age of majority, they each pick a spouse. These spouses are brought in front of the head of the family. The one that the head deems superior will marry into the family… and the loser will be banished from the manor forever. The child who chose the loser enters an arranged marriage, while the winning pair marry each other."
"Fascinating. So… why?"
"This is as it has always been done," Lord Greengrass said. "It is not for me, and especially not for you, to question tradition." He grimaced. "We are straying worryingly far from it already, after the choices of my daughters."
Daphne and Astoria flinched the same way.
"Am I supposed to just pick one?" Harry asked. "Or is there, I don't know, a method to it? Some special metric? Do I need to give them a score out of ten?"
"You are fortunate they both picked you," Lord Greengrass said. "If you had any competition, you would not be sitting in front of me still. Stay in the guest room. After three days, make the choice of which Greengrass you will marry. I expect you to live quietly until then. Enjoy your stay."
The last line was an obvious dismissal. Still sitting on the coffee table, Harry stroked his chin thoughtfully. He meandered toward the door, then stopped in front of it.
"When I pick you won't throw a fit, right?" Harry asked.
"I will honor tradition." You could hear the pain in Lord Greengrass's voice. "Your choice won't be denied, no matter my personal feelings about you."
"Really?"
The pureblood's nostrils flared. He slammed his fist onto the armrest of his chair.
"When a man swears something, he does not go back on his word!" Lord Greengrass said. "Do not mistake me for Muggle bastards who throw away their honor without realizing its value! My word is the word of a Greengrass, and I will never besmirch my name!"
Harry grinned. Only Daphne, who had seen the way he messed with Pansy and the rest of the Slytherin girls, recognized that as a warning sign.
"No take-backs," Harry said.
O-O-O
Despite the way that Lord Greengrass talked about the superiority of his family, Harry's verdict after half a day with them was that he would've had more fun at the Burrow.
The dinner was lavish. Greengrass manor had great views of far-off mountains and a pretty lake. There were extensive gardens, and decor that was probably more expensive than the entirety of the Weasleys' home.
But it was boring. The place felt empty. Probably because despite all its amenities, it was devoid of warmth.
Harry had messed around in the guest room, kicking his feet off of the bed and waiting to be entertained, but the Greengrass daughters never visited. A house elf summoned him to dinner. When he arrived, the host family ate in silence. Only a few stunted conversations were had, where Daphne and Astoria carefully considered every word before saying it.
By the time it was evening, Harry was considering ditching this place and running off to find something more worth his time. It was then that the door finally swung open.
It was already dark in the room, the lights off and the glow from outside having faded with the setting sun. Harry had to squint to figure out who had entered. It was the hair that gave her away— dark brown locks that blended into the shadows the way blonde hair wouldn't.
"I've arrived," Astoria said.
"Seems like you have," Harry said. "You barely said a word to me during dinner. What do you want now?"
Astoria came right to the edge of his bed, where Harry was laying down on his back. "I'm going to convince you that I'm the right choice, to the point that you won't give Daphne another thought for the rest of your life," she said. "Dinner was hardly the right time to make this kind of offer. It's something that should be reserved for here, in the private dark."
"Oh?" Harry sat up. "What kind of offer?"
A robe that Harry could only half see was pulled open and dropped to the floor. Astoria Greengrass's nude body was bared to Harry in the dusk.
"Me. My body. My first time," Astoria said. "Men are obsessed with that kind of thing, aren't they?"
So that was why the girls had been so quiet. They had strategies to win Harry over… behind closed doors. Like right now.
Instead of leaping on Astoria, whose body he could see but not make out in detail, Harry said, "Okay."
Astoria froze. "Are you not interested?"
"Let's do it," Harry said. "Undress me."
Astoria had a habit of trying to remain in control no matter the situation. Even when her crotch had become a fountain, she tried to pretend that she wasn't turned on and didn't care at all. Right now, when she came to him offering her body up, she still expected him to do all the work. Harry could do that… but this seemed more fun.
"What's wrong?" he said when she hesitated. "I thought you were going to convince me."
"Undress yourself! I am not a servant—"
"Daphne would do it."
Harry wasn't even lying. Out of the two sisters, Daphne was the one taking this more seriously. She was more aware of what Harry was capable of, and if he had to guess, she was more frightened of the arranged marriage awaiting the loser.
"Things like this are the reason you chose me," Harry said. "You used the Carrows just to see my skills. Don't get cold feet now Astoria."
It was the final straw. She could handle a lot of things, but being called a coward was a step too far. Astoria jumped onto the bed, her small breasts swaying when she landed on her knees.
Astoria nimbly unclasped Harry's belt and pulled the leather from around his waist. She discarded it over his shoulder and moved to his button, then the zipper of his fly. Finally, she pulled his boxers down with his pants, dragging them to his mid-thighs.
When his dick bobbed forward, curving upward, Astoria's eyes traced from where it started below her chin to where it ended above her forehead.
"It's nothing you haven't seen before," Harry said. "Why are you pausing now?"
"It looks bigger from here," Astoria mumbled. Apparently, she found her words embarrassing after the fact, because she hurried things along by plunging her lips onto him.
She did her best to suck him off, but only made it the first few inches. When she yanked her head back, she gasped as tears dripped from her eyes.
"You're doing something!" she accused. "There's no way it's this difficult to administer oral on a penis. The Carrow slags did it just fine!"
"I guess they're better than you," Harry said. "You did tell me this was your first time."
"But I practiced!" Like a brat, Astoria was throwing a tantrum. "I should be better at this! It's too hard! I don't like it!"
"You're free to give up."
"Did I say I would do that?"
Astoria grabbed Harry's shaft with two hands. He was starting to figure out how she worked and what buttons to press to get certain reactions. Astoria was arrogant, inexperienced, and didn't take well to losing. But she was fiercely stubborn.
She didn't revamp her technique, she just fought through the discomfort. Holding his dick steady, she slammed her mouth onto him, crashing the entrance of her throat onto Harry's tip. Resounding gags filled the entire room. Spit and tears from her watering eyes mixed together as they ran down Harry's shaft, giving lubrication for Astoria to twist her hands. She looked him straight in the eyes and dared him to tell her that she was doing it wrong.
Harry smiled, calmly encouraging her. Keep going.
She had known what she was coming here to do. Astoria arrived with her hair tied back, keeping it out of her face. A few brunette strands had come loose, hanging in front of her face. Her perfect makeup wasn't so perfect anymore. The way her eyeliner had smeared made her look like a sleep-deprived racoon.
"Ulk~ Ulk~ Ulk~!" was the sound of her persistence, Harry's dick starting to gleam and shine with its fresh varnish coat.
Astoria abruptly shut her right eye. Her head froze part of the way down its latest descent. Strings of white popped out of the corners of her lips while two thick trails fired from her nostrils. Astoria let out wet, thick coughs as she was fed Harry's load.
"Nice one!" Harry said.
She sat up, holding her throat, and glared. "You didn't warn me! How dare you!"
"It happened so fast that I couldn't. Your blowjob was too good."
Astoria's anger disappeared in an instant. "I was better than the Carrow twins?"
"Much better."
"Well… I guess it can't be helped!"
Astoria put her hands on her hips as she said it, proudly tilting her head back. Cum dripped out of her nose faster, running along the lower portion of her face.
Harry decided to finally get involved. He pulled his shirt off himself and sat back against the wall. His cock stuck forward— messy but still perfectly hard.
"Are you ready to negotiate?" Harry asked.
"I'm a pureblood," Astoria said. "I was born ready."
She straddled him. For a while, she hovered over Harry's cock. His tip was sticking up, softly prodding the lips between her legs. Harry could tell what she was thinking. If it felt that big in my mouth, what will it feel like inside me?
"Confound it!" Astoria shouted. "You had better enjoy this properly!"
She dropped in one confident motion.
The noise that left her lips sounded like a kitten getting its tail stepped on.
She didn't move, except the way her body shook from the pain in her nether regions. A trace of blood trickled down Harry's crotch. He moved his arms around Astoria, sliding them over her hips and holding her bum— not squeezing, just letting her notice the touch.
"I'm okay," Astoria said. "This much is nothing to me."
She still wasn't moving. Harry tilted his head slightly. "Of course. Take your time."
"I don't have to take my time, you understand? I'm just doing it because… I feel like it. To let your anticipation rise."
"Understood."
Harry held her until, after a few minutes, Astoria moved of her own volition.
Harry's hands around her took on a new purpose. Astoria was a virgin; she might have practiced with her mouth, but the motion of riding a man wasn't one you could train. It took practice to master… and she was an amateur. So Harry guided her. With unyielding touches, he shifted her hips to improve the way she was moving, bettering the experience for both of them.
"Are you… struggling… yet?" Astoria asked. Harry couldn't see the color of her cheeks in the dark, but he could hear the flush in her voice.
"Why would I be?" Harry asked calmly.
"Because you've never been in a position like this before."
Harry moved his hands downward, tilting Astoria's rear to fix the angle of her descent.
"You've watched me take two twins at the same time. I do sex tutoring as a hobby. I've definitely been ridden before."
"Perhaps," Astoria said. "But none of those girls were me."
Unlike oral, she had a talent for this. With Harry's tactile coaching, her technique was improving by the minute. Unfortunately, her stamina couldn't keep up. Astoria was a prim pureblood lady. Her idea of physical exertion was cross-stitching. Pounding her puss onto a stiff cock was more than her weak muscles could take for long.
Just as she was hitting her stride she started slowing down. Her grunts grew frustrated, tinged with exertion. So Harry used his grip on her hips to shift them over in a single smooth motion.
Just like that, Astoria was beneath him. Harry wasn't a virgin, nor was he plagued with a weak body. As soon as the athletic thrusts began, Astoria started cumming.
"Is there no end to this?" she gasped as the thrusts continued, second by second and minute by minute.
"My record is around two hours," Harry said. "Do you think you can last that long?"
"I'm Astoria Greengrass! If anyone can handle something, it's me!"
She lasted half an hour. By that time her body was coated with sweat and her inner thighs were a mess of juices. Harry admired her petite, exhausted body. Astoria was half-conscious and pleasured out of her mind, smiling in what Harry was sure she would consider an unbecoming way. There was cum along her stomach and across her breasts. Her ponytail had come loose, leaving brown hair scattered behind her head.
"I hope… you've properly… considered my offer…" Astoria said, her voice imperious even in its weakened state.
"I think that you've given me a pretty accurate idea, yes," Harry said. "Plenty to think about."
O-O-O
The following day was much the same. Harry was given a tour of the gardens to pass the time, but everyone else seemed terrified of getting themselves dirty, so before long he was left alone with a house elf for a guide. Funnily enough, Blinky made for better company.
He didn't see much of Lord Greengrass. The man's position had been made abundantly clear: he thought Harry was trash, but trash that he had no choice but to tolerate.
Just like the first day, the second day's highlight came late, after he'd retired to his room for the day.
His door opened, this time to admit Daphne.
"Harry," Daphne greeted.
"Hey Daphne," Harry said. He was sitting up in bed this time. After Astoria, he somewhat expected this. "That outfit sure is different."
The stunning blond was dressed like a Muggle teen, and a daring one at that. Her crop top didn't cover her stomach and the skirt beneath it was short. She was holding a bottle of something in her hands, although Harry couldn't make out what. Daphne wasn't wearing shoes, but she had long stockings that went past her knees.
"I hope that you like it," Daphne said. "I had to smuggle these in. If my father caught me with them, it wouldn't end with an argument."
"But you're wearing them anyway."
"I'm wearing them anyway," Daphne agreed. "Anything that can give me an edge in this competition. I will not be Malfoy's bride!"
So that was who Lord Greengrass intended to raffle the loser off to. It made a lot of sense, given Harry's past lives. Astoria had been wedded with Draco in both of them. Without Harry's interference, Daphne must be the destined victor.
He put that out of his head. He was here now, so what would happen without him no longer mattered.
"I'll give you credit, you did your research," Harry said. "Muggle clothes are much more flattering."
Especially when you had a body like Daphne did. Her sinful figure was only a bit less curvaceous than Fleur's was. Impressive, for a girl without veela blood.
"Men do love seeing skin flashed," Daphne said. "I'll let you know in advance— clothing tastes weren't the only thing I researched. I came prepared to do whatever it takes. I have no intention of losing."
She sashayed toward the bed, her skirt flickering up each time her hips swayed. Harry caught flashes of her creamy upper thighs. What he saw none of were panties.
When she was right in front of the bed, she spun around. She stood with her hips tilted slightly to the left, in an almost sassy pose. Daphne put her hands on her thighs and slid them down, bending over as she went. She was flexible. She got all the way to her toes, and when she did the bottom of her skirt lifted all the way up, uncovering her ass.
It was completely on display to Harry. There were two glorious, curvy cheeks with something glistening between them. A heart-shaped gemstone shining in the light of the room's lamp.
Daphne straightened and turned back to him once he'd seen it. The bottle she'd been carrying was discernible now: oil, to act as lubricant.
Daphne held the bottle out to Harry, and when he took it, she crawled onto the bed to lay on her stomach. She crossed her arms under my chin.
"I'm here," she said. "Do as you wish."
Harry could see the shape of her back through her tight top. He put a finger on her spine and traced it lower. Daphne moaned softly, making no move to stop him.
When he got to her skirt, he grabbed it and quickly pulled it down, past her ankles. He left the stockings where they were for now, admiring Daphne's bare arse with a butt plug jammed in the middle.
He could see how she beat Astoria in the past. Compared to her sister's efforts the night before, Daphne had brought a wand to a knife fight.
Harry popped the cork on the bottle he'd been handed. Turning it over, he poured the entire contents over Daphne's lower back, upper thighs, and everything in between. When the glass was empty he threw it across the room and clapped his hands onto Daphne's succulent cheeks.
There was enough to grab that his hands kept sliding off with how slippery her body had become. Harry's hands looked for somewhere they could find purchase. His fingers latched onto the heart-shaped ornament.
In one yank, he pulled the plug free from Daphne's tight whole.
"Ohh~!" Daphne moaned, her back arching.
The toy was bigger than Harry expected, its vaguely-phallic shape having left Daphne's arsehole wide open. The oil spread around her crack quickly seeped into the opening, inviting Harry in a way no words ever could.
His clothes disappeared with a single thought, his magic getting rid of them in a hurry. Harry straddled Daphne's thighs and grabbed onto her slick cheeks again. His cock pushed against Daphne's entrance. She groaned quietly.
"Go on, my lord. Help yourself."
Daphne's insistence on following the silly law Harry penned created an extra kinky effect.
Harry buried his meat in her tightest hole.
The oil worked overtime to stow all of his girth in such a small crevice. The clapping noise that was created by his collision with Daphne's oiled-up cheeks was downright divine, as was the moan that escaped Daphne's throat.
Harry thrusted slow and hard, treating Daphne's bum like a drum. He was hitting deep inside of her every time he thrusted, touching parts that no one had ever reached. Astoria gave him her virginity, but Daphne's gift was just as intimate and somehow twice as dirty.
Her toes curled inside of her stockings. Harry took a hand off her buttocks and ran it down her shining golden hair. Unlike Astoria, who he took in the dark, he could see every detail of Daphne's body, from the slight dimples above each of her arse cheeks to the shape of her shoulder blades. The hand that had been stroking her hair became a fist, holding the golden locks into the shape of a ponytail.
"Eager… are we~?" Daphne moaned.
"I think any man would be," Harry said. "Be honest. When you saw what I did to Tracey and Lillith, you were already thinking of this, weren't you?"
"I will admit, I felt lustful," Daphne said between moans. "But I only had one thought at that time. This is a man I could spend my life with!"
Her hands unfurled and reached back. She managed to grab Harry's hips. Though she had no leverage, the feeling of her fingers scrabbling against him urging him to keep going turned Harry on more than he cared to admit. A broad smile appeared on his face. "How thick are the walls?"
"Why do you ask?" Daphne gasped.
"I'm just wondering. Who can hear us right now?"
Daphne considered it. It took her longer than it normally would, her brain inundated by waves of pleasure.
"Astoria's room is too far away. Father sleeps like a log. He would never — Merlin~! — wake up even from — ah~! — a racket like this!"
Harry's grin widened. "Perfect."
The beat of their bodies became a song just for the two of them. Harry's hold on her hair kept Daphne's chin aimed up. A mirror on the wall was aligned just right for them to watch themselves. Harry could see the hooded gaze and open-mouthed expression that Daphne wore. Daphne was able to watch Harry behind her, dominating the hole she had offered him. It was a wonderfully sexy time all around.
Harry decided he wouldn't be content until he delivered three loads into Daphne's arse.
Thrust by thrust, he followed through on doing exactly that.
Daphne lasted longer than Astoria despite the beating she was taking. Her voice was the first thing to give out, turning hoarse from all the moaning. Occasionally, Harry would give one of her cheeks a spank, spritzing excess oil all over his body and the bed. You could see red marks from the places his open palm had landed in the past. Cum was running down the lips of Daphne's pussy, leaking from her arse. Occasionally, her quim would open up, squirting orgasmic fluids. The sheets of Harry's bed, which the house elves had changed just that morning, would need changing again.
With a resounding exhale, Harry fed his final orgasm into the maw of Daphne's backdoor. She squirted one last time herself. When Harry let go of her hair and moved back, away from her body, she lay face-down and unresponsive.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you," Harry said.
The most Daphne could muster was a twitch of her arms.
O-O-O
The next evening it was time for Harry's verdict.
The news would be delivered in the same room where the situation was properly explained. Astoria was the second to arrive outside the doors, finding Daphne already there and leaning against a wall.
The sisters regarded each other in silence. They'd been close at one time… but when their future relied on condemning the other, it was inevitable that bad blood would develop.
No one else had arrived yet, and they knew better than to enter before their father did. As the most important one, the patriarch goes first; it was a lesson that neither of them were likely to forget, given the way it had been taught.
Astoria started pacing, going back and forth over the same five feet of carpet.
"Feeling nervous?" Daphne asked.
Astoria glared. "As if you aren't quivering in your heels. You know he likes me better."
"Don't count on it." Daphne tossed golden hair over her shoulder. "When have you ever managed to beat me, Astoria? You couldn't even fathom my methods."
"Asshole," Astoria mumbled under her breath.
"Oh. Maybe I was wrong," Daphne said.
Astoria didn't know what that meant, but she didn't like her sister's assured smirk. Daphne must have been nervous, but she was also confident. Astoria bit her thumb nail as she returned to pacing. She would definitely be scolded if she got caught, but she was so nervous that she didn't care.
Lord Aquinas Greengrass was the next to come. When appeared, Astoria quit chewing her nail and pacing, hiding her hands behind her back. Daphne forced herself to stand straight, which took her noticeable effort.
Lord Greengrass surveyed the hallway.
"It seems that we are the first here," he said. "That cretin you chose reeks of tardiness, but I expected better of Lady Greengrass. I will have to instruct her again on the virtues of punctuality."
His daughters flinched.
Uncaring, Lord Greengrass swept past them. He opened the door with a commanding push—
And discovered that they were actually the last to the party.
Sprawled in the gilded seat Lord Greengrass reserved for himself, Harry lazily lifted his hand.
"Yo!" he said. "I picked which Greengrass I want."
He was naked from the waist down. Lady Greengrass was on her knees in front of him in her best dress, his cock buried in her gullet.
"You—!"
Lord Greengrass was so angry that he temporarily forgot how to speak consecutive words. His wife went lower, deepthroating Harry's plus-sized schlong with the skills of a pro.
"Remember!" Harry said, waggling his finger. "No take-backs!"