Ch 5
Harry watched with no small amusement as Astoria tugged at his hand fiercely as she strode down the corridor. She was a witch on a mission, and she wasn't even looking behind her to see if Daphne was bothering to follow them or not; her eyes were too busy scanning around, looking for another room they could take over since Draco wasn't worthy of seeing her body.
Glancing behind himself, Harry spotted Daphne trailing behind him. It was so strange to see her acting shy. She was lingering several metres back, as though anyone they came across might somehow be able to immediately understand what was about to happen if they spotted Daphne walking alongside Harry and Astoria. Throughout the entire walk, Daphne never met Harry's gaze even once.
For a moment, Harry wondered if Astoria and Daphne had switched personalities. Normally, Astoria was the quieter one in public—she could be quite vocal and spunky when the two of them were alone—and Daphne was the one who dominated the social landscape with her commanding presence. Now, Astoria was acting as the centre of attention while Daphne was lingering at the back.
"Here," Astoria declared as she reached for a door handle.
They were still far away from the main section of the dungeons in a corridor Harry didn't recognise. Astoria practically threw the door open and pulled Harry inside, only holding the door open long enough for Daphne to slip in before she slammed it shut.
"Wards," Astoria practically barked at her sister as she illuminated the room by conjuring several Bluebell Flames that filled glass jars dangling from the rafters above.
With the new light source, Harry quickly recognised that they were in an old, unused classroom. There were perhaps fifteen desks in all, though most of them had been pushed back against the walls. Four of them had been pressed together in the centre of the classroom to form a large worktop. There were four crummy, half-broken chairs around them.
Moving with impressive speed, Astoria banished the broken chairs away and conjured a pair of plush, dark-green armchairs beside each other, both facing the desks. Then, another flick of her wand vanished all of the dust off of the desks, floor, and surrounding area.
Daphne had just finished putting up a number of privacy, silencing, locking, and alarm spells around the room and the door when Astoria finished too. Astoria's eyes raked over Harry's body hungrily, but before she could get to him, she had to deal with her sister first.
"I promised that you could watch," Astoria grunted as she grabbed Daphne's sleeve. Daphne had a look of surprise cross her face as Astoria pulled her over to one of the armchairs and shoved her down into it. "So watch," Astoria told her sister. "I can't wait another second."
Astoria immediately crouched down and stuck her hands beneath her skirt. When she stood back up, Harry spotted her panties around her ankles. She stepped out of them and walked right up to the edge of the four desks so that her hips were pressed up against them. Then, she bent over, flipping up her skirt as she went.
A thrill shot through Harry as he took in Astoria's arse. Despite having just been brought to completion by her sweet lips, his cock was already rapidly hardening inside of his trousers at just the briefest glance at her. Her milky-white skin and round arse were a sight to behold. Those two bubbly globes just begged to be grabbed onto, and the gap between her thighs showed off her dripping-wet, pink entrance.
"Well?" Astoria prompted Harry with a raised eyebrow as she looked at him over her shoulder. "Didn't I say how I couldn't wait another second?"
Harry quivered at her authoritative tone. He didn't bother to look at Daphne's reaction as her sister literally begged him to fuck her; he just walked up behind Astoria as he fiddled with his zipper.
Harry's cock was still a bit wet from Astoria's blowjob, but he didn't really need any additional lubrication given how wet she was. When he angled his cock towards her puffy pussy, her lips parted easily around his head and guided him inside of her. He slipped into the tight heat with an emphatic moan and kept pushing forward.
You would swear that Astoria came with the sounds that left her lips. She cried out in pleasure as Harry's cock filled her aching pussy, stretching out her walls. Harry could feel it pulsing around him, squeezing him tantalisingly as he probed as deep as he could inside of her. She felt like a furnace around him, and he was more than happy to melt in a state of pure bliss with her.
"Fuck," Astoria moaned as his hips made contact with her arse. "That's what I needed. There really is nothing like it."
Harry's cock jumped inside of her, and that only made her moan louder. "I'm always happy to give it to my good girl anytime she asks for it," he murmured seductively as he grabbed onto her hips. Her walls clenched up tight around him at his little nickname for her. It was a recent discovery that she desperately loved being called his good girl, so he did his best to use it to maximum effect whenever they were together.
"Then don't hold back!" Astoria cried out as she pushed her arse back against him. She wiggled it back, trying to get every last inch of him inside of her pussy. "Fuck me hard!"
Harry's grip on her hips tightened as he pulled his hips back. "Anything for my good girl!" He shouted as he slammed forward.
Astoria screamed as Harry's cock rammed inside of her. Her body jostled forward on the desks, but Harry kept her locked in place as he fucked her. He was merciless as he pounded her pussy fast and hard with his cock, trying so desperately to give her exactly what she had asked for.
"Yes!" Astoria shouted. "Yes! Yes! YES!" Her voice turned into a squeal when Harry rammed forward particularly hard and his balls smacked off of her engorged clit. Her hands searched for anything they could grab onto, but she couldn't reach across to the other side of the desks.
Suddenly, a light enveloped both of Astoria's hands, and they became locked in place on top of the desk; it was like her palms had been glued to the desks.
Harry glanced beside him to see Daphne deftly stowing her wand away inside of her robes. She was still sitting in the armchair that Astoria had pushed her down into, but she had one of her legs over the armrest. The hem of her skirt was high up on her thigh, but her underwear was still obscured from Harry's sight.
Daphne met his gaze evenly, challenging him to say anything about her watching them. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing a little heavier than normal, but otherwise she seemed fine. Truthfully, Harry didn't care if Daphne was watching him and Astoria or not. He looked away and returned to what he really cared about: his beautiful girlfriend.
With his cock perpetually slamming in and out of Astoria's pussy, Harry was quickly losing himself to a haze of pleasure. The desks beneath her started to creak in time with the sound of his hips smacking off of her arse. It all felt just too damn perfect to be real.
"You feel so good," Harry groaned. He let go of one of her hips and smacked her arsecheek.
Astoria squealed in delight. "I wish you could fuck me like this forever. Come on, really give it to me!"
Harry gasped and caught himself as he nearly came inside of Astoria from her naughty words. He had to tense his thighs and still himself inside of her pussy for a few seconds to regain his composure. "Nearly finished me off there," he chuckled.
"I'll get you eventually," Astoria winked over her shoulder. "I expect to be nice and filled with your cum by the end of this."
Harry's toes curled in his shoes, and he couldn't help but rock his hips against her arse. That motion spurred him on for more as the pleasure from his cock being surrounded by her tight, wet, hot, writhing walls was just too much to let linger for long.
Harry planted his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of Astoria and leaned over her back as he returned to fucking her hard and fast. This new angle really let him make even more powerful thrusts into her. Astoria's entire body kept rocking forward as she moaned wantonly, and she even ended up sliding forward a bit onto the desks. Since her hands were magically glued to the desks, her feet had no choice but to lift off of the ground as Harry kept pounding into her.
"More!" Astoria moaned, despite how hard Harry was already giving it to her.
Harry chuckled. "Someone's developed quite the appetite," he teased her.
"Yes, I have," Astoria groaned as his cock filled her pussy again. Her pussy was pulsing more frequently around him.
"So have I," Harry told her as he spanked her arse again.
As Harry spanked Astoria, he swore that he heard a moan. Only . . . it wasn't a moan from him or Astoria.
Without pausing the motion of his hips, Harry glanced over at Daphne again. She didn't look much different than before other than the fact that her eyes were glued onto Harry's cock as it plunged into Astoria's pussy. He could see the rise and fall of her chest as watched, entranced.
When she finally noticed him looking at her, she suddenly shifted in her seat awkwardly. That moved her skirt up high enough for Harry to see the green silk panties she was wearing and the massive damp spot on the front of them. She quickly moved to readjust her skirt to cover herself. It may have been a trick of the light, but Harry swore that he saw a little bit of wetness on a couple of her fingers.
Astoria's pussy tightened up hard around Harry's cock, forcing his gaze back to his girlfriend. She was panting hard as he kept fucking her, but it was getting hard to move with her walls gripping his cock so firmly.
"Is my good girl getting close to cumming?" He murmured to her.
"Uh huh," Astoria replied in a high-pitched sound. "Fuck, your cock is incredible. I'm so close, Harry, just a little bit more!"
Merlin, there was nothing quite so hot as his girlfriend talking dirty to him. His cock rammed in and out of her pussy just as hard as before, but her fluttering walls and filthy words were bringing him so close to the edge. Harry moaned loudly; he couldn't help it with how good he felt.
"That's it!" Astoria cried out. Her pussy spasmed again, and when his balls smacked off of her clit, she screamed in pleasure. "I'm cumming!"
Suddenly, Astoria's entire body began to shake beneath Harry. Her orgasm hit her hard like a wave, making her go cross eyed as the pleasure of being fucked so good by her boyfriend left her mind blank for a moment.
Harry didn't stop fucking Astoria when her orgasm hit; instead, he kept at it, knowing that he was terribly close to finishing too. Despite how tight she got, Harry kept making long, powerful thrusts as deep as he could into her pussy, relishing in the sensations of her walls pushing in against every inch of his cock.
A slight whimper from Daphne's lips caught his attention again, and he glanced over just as she was smoothing out her skirt. Her face was red with embarrassment, but her gaze was locked onto Astoria's jiggling arse as Harry pounded into her pussy.
Harry let go of the table and instead grabbed onto Astoria's arsecheeks as he made his final thrusts. Her soft flesh filled the gaps in between his fingers, and Astoria moaned at being manhandled by him. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he came inside of her, and the sudden burst of his hot cum sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Fuck!" Harry groaned as he released his seed inside of his girlfriend. Spurt after spurt shot out, filling her up until there wasn't any space left and his cum started to drip out of her around his cock. He bent over Astoria completely so that his chest was against her back. He panted in her ear and placed a tender kiss on her cheek as he gave a couple tiny thrusts inside of her, pushing out that last bit of cum still inside of him.
Once they were both satisfied, Harry gave Astoria one more kiss on her cheek and started to stand up. Just as he was about to pull out of her, a flash of light illuminated Astoria's hands, releasing the sticking charm that had been on them. She quickly reached back and grabbed his wrists before pushing back with her arse. Astoria giggled as she guided Harry back to the second chair she had conjured, making sure that he stayed inside of her the entire time.
Harry fell back into the vacant seat, and Astoria fell with him onto his lap. Harry groaned as her pussy clenched snugly around his cock.
Astoria flipped her skirt back down, covering up where her and Harry's bodies were joined, and looked up at her sister. Daphne had returned to a normal sitting position and the blush had mostly faded from her face.
"There, you got to watch us fuck," Astoria said bluntly to Daphne. "I told you before that I like Harry and that he's good to me."
Daphne looked a little uncomfortable at Astoria's words. Her lips were pressed into a thin line and she was avoiding looking directly at either of them, but she still gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.
Astoria gave a small sight and cuddled closer against Harry's torso. He could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy around his cock, staining his trousers, but neither of them seemed to want to break the close physical contact that they had with each other. Harry wrapped his arms around Astoria's waist and hugged her against him as he let his body relax.
Suddenly, Daphne stood up and walked to the door. Astoria opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but she closed it a moment later and looked away from her sister.
When Daphne cracked the door open to leave, she glanced back at Harry and Astoria. The look barely lasted a second, but Harry saw the wistful look in her eyes. It seemed so raw and filled with emotion that Harry thought that she might actually close the door and come back, but then that familiar mask slipped over Daphne's face and she stepped out into the corridor.
As the door closed gently behind Daphne's retreating form, Harry glanced back down to Astoria. "Alright, can you tell me what that was all about now?" He asked her. First, she gave him a blowjob in front of Daphne and Draco, and then she begged him to fuck her in front of Daphne. In their short time they'd been together, Astoria had never once suggested doing anything like that. Hell, given the Fleur situation, Harry figured that Astoria would be too jealous to ever let someone else watch them like this.
Astoria squirmed in his lap as she adjusted herself to look up at him. Harry's heart immediately started to pound in his chest when he saw the tears in her eyes.
"Astoria," he said concernedly as he brought his hand up to her cheek. A million different ideas ran through his mind over why she was crying. Did she regret what they did in front of Daphne? Did something happen before she came to his aid with Draco? Was there something else going on that he didn't know about? "What's wrong? Talk to me, please."
"Sorry," she murmured, wiping at her eyes. "This was all just a lot."
Harry felt a tinge of regret shoot through him. "I'm sorry if I was too rough—"
"No," Astoria quickly interrupted him before he could go down a line of thought that she didn't intend. "It wasn't you; you were perfect."
"What was it then?" Harry asked as he gave her a gentle squeeze with his arms.
"It's going to be a lot to explain," Astoria grimaced.
Harry smiled encouragingly at her. "I might be a bit thick, but I'll try to keep up."
Astoria laughed a little at that and rested the side of her head against his shoulder.
"Before we went to Hogwarts, Daphne was my best friend," Astoria began to explain. She let out another laugh as she glanced wistfully up at the ceiling. "I used to call her Daffy when I was too young to pronounce Daphne; it was what I called her for years. We did everything together: playing in the pond behind our house, chasing geese around our front lawn, we even had our own garden where we planted whatever we wanted in it and took care of it together. Everything was great for a while, but our relationship started to strain once we were both teenagers."
"It started a few days after I turned thirteen. Mum and Dad sat us down and told us that we couldn't share a room anymore. Our room was big, so it wasn't like we didn't have our own space or privacy, but my parents insisted. Daphne and I argued and yelled, but we ended up with our own rooms in different parts of the manor after our parents caught us sneaking into each other's rooms at night."
"From then on, things became different. Mum and Dad would stop us from spending as much time together. We got separate tutors to take over our studies, and our schedules were changed so that there was less overlap between them. When Daphne turned sixteen a few months later, Mum and Dad started taking her out of the house with them on trips."
The way she said 'trips' told Harry that they weren't the nice kind of family vacations he had always dreamed of taking whenever he saw advertisements on the telly as a kid.
"I didn't know it at the time, but I eventually learnt that they were taking her out to meet potential suitors," Astoria sighed sadly. "They went all around Europe visiting people and showing her off to anyone with a son roughly her age. She became really distant from me then. I think she was upset that I didn't have to do all of those things that she was doing. Our parents sort of left me to do whatever I felt like, but Daphne had her every move watched closely by them."
That sounded difficult. Growing up, Harry's aunt and uncle frequently switched between critical oversight of everything he did—namely his chores and anything he did that had any connection to Dudley, like schoolwork—but then they'd purposefully ignore him the rest of the time. He had chafed under both types of 'parenting' for different reasons. The strict oversight had left him feeling incompetent and like he'd never measure up to their goals, and the times he was ignored had left him feeling lonely and unloved. It must have been just as difficult for Daphne to go to so many wonderful places in Europe but never be able to experience them freely.
"By the time she went off to Hogwarts, Daphne had started to be more outwardly hostile towards me. At first I thought it was just like the normal fights we used to have every once and a while, but she started to begrudge me for the freedom I had. It only got worse when I arrived at Hogwarts and had to deal with all of the drama in Slytherin; Daphne left me to deal with it on my own."
Astoria sniffled a little, and Harry held her tighter. "I know my parents were always harder on her since she's the first born. The Greengrass family is matriarchal, so everything we own is passed down through the eldest daughter. They want to make sure that she's ready for that, but it's caused a massive rift between us."
"Things got worse with the Yule Ball," Astoria said sadly. "When she heard I was going with you, she came to visit me. It was the first time she'd ever come to visit my room at Hogwarts, and all she did was yell at me about how I was making a massive mistake that was going to cost us everything. She said that you were just like Malfoy and that you'd hurt me, but I knew that wasn't true. She tried to ban me from going with you. We got into a big argument about it."
"I'm sorry if I—"
"It's not your fault," Astoria stated firmly, poking Harry's chest with her finger. "People in Slytherin are idiots if they think that you're anything but a wonderful and kind man. I told Daphne as much, but it didn't seem to sway her. Looking back on it, I think she was trying to protect me like our parents protect her. They make sure that none of the suitors she meets do anything untoward to her, and they make sure that she never gets too close to any of them. I think she wanted the same thing for me."
"That's no way to live," Harry murmured sadly. Being isolated from everyone like that would be miserable. Any genuine connections that Daphne could form were stopped before they could blossom.
"That's why I wanted to prove to her that you are so wonderful," Astoria explained. "You're everything I could have ever wished for in a boyfriend, and I want her to know that I'm truly happy being with you. I don't know how far our relationship will go, but I know that you wouldn't do anything to sabotage it like Daphne thinks will happen. Plus, I want Daphne to see that she can have someone like you too if she just asserted herself a bit more. I wish she didn't care how much our parents thought about her and her actions."
It felt so heartwarming to hear that Astoria thought he was so perfect. "You're everything I ever wanted in a girlfriend too," he told her. "You're so smart and beautiful and an absolute minx in the bedroom—"
Astoria hit his chest but she was laughing regardless.
"—and I'm glad that you care so much about your sister," Harry smiled at her. "You know, I don't think that I ever mentioned that Daphne watched us before when we were in the Prefect's Bath."
"She told me," Astoria replied. A burst of giggles left her mouth. "She tried to suggest that you had bewitched me into having sex with you. She was all ready to go to the Ministry to try and get you arrested when I told her that I was the one who initiated sex with you in the first place back at the Yule Ball."
Harry snorted. "And today was your way of proving that?"
"Something like that," Astoria answered with a coy grin. "Mostly I think I was just trying to show her how good independence could be. I've tried to convince her to go against our parents before and make her own choices for herself, but she's always refused."
"So you're basically telling your sister to go shag some guy?"
"Pretty much. I figure if she acts like she's got a pole up her arse, maybe one in her twat would balance her out."
The shocked look on Harry's face sent Astoria into another fit of giggles.
"Not the worst bit of logic I've had," she joked in between fits. She turned in his lap and planted her knees on either side of his hips. She raised herself up then, making Harry's cock finally slip out of her, and planted a kiss on his lips. "After all, you did help me mellow out a bit."
"More than a bit I'd say," Harry said before he kissed her. "Where did my quiet, innocent woman I spied on in the library run off to?"
Astoria smiled at him. "She's still here," she assured him. "She just found out how good a little bit of naughty fun can be too."
They cuddled together there for a while, giving each other little kisses and relishing in the warmth of each other's bodies. Today had been a lot, and Harry was thoroughly exhausted. He knew that at some point he was going to have to come up with a plan to help Daphne. Astoria cared so much about her sister; it didn't seem right to leave Daphne in a situation that she wasn't happy in. Maybe he and Astoria could work on something together, but that would have to wait for another day.
For now, all Harry wanted to do was cuddle with his girlfriend.
Ch 6
Harry sighed as he stared at his girlfriend across the Great Hall. She was sitting with a small group of girls in her year at the Slytherin table, busily chatting away while they ate their lunch. Despite the joyous atmosphere over there, Astoria kept glancing over at Daphne, who seemed to be either ignorant of Astoria's gaze or was purposefully ignoring it. Regardless, it kept leaving Astoria with a frustrated and sad look on her face.
It was the same scene day after day for the last week, and Harry was starting to get worried. In the quiet moments he got to share with Astoria in the evenings, she tried to act like nothing was wrong, but Harry wasn't being fooled. From their talk last week, he knew just how dearly Astoria wanted to resurrect her close relationship with Daphne. He didn't know everything that was going on behind the scenes in the Slytherin dorm, but he doubted it was going better than what he was able to see in public.
Well, if Astoria's needy looks weren't getting any attention from Daphne, maybe he could do something to help things along in a positive direction.
Later that afternoon as the Gryffindor and Slytherin students got settled for Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Harry purposefully hung back from the main group and waited for Daphne to arrive. The moment she found her seat, Harry grabbed his bag and dropped it down in the chair beside her at the shared desk.
Daphne didn't so much as glance at his way when she spoke. "What do you think you're doing, Potter?"
"Sitting with you," Harry replied succinctly as he pulled out his textbook, parchment, quill, and ink and placed them on the desk.
"Why don't you go sit with your friends?" She suggested in a dry tone.
Harry shrugged. "I figured I could make a new friend today."
That rankled Daphne somewhat. A look of annoyance flashed across her face as he sat down beside her and waited for class to start. When it became obvious that he wasn't going to leave her alone, Daphne silently grabbed her things and made to stand up.
Harry grabbed her wrist before her butt could leave her seat. "I was thinking that we should talk more."
Daphne glared at him and tugged her wrist out of Harry's loose grasp. "Perhaps you should try less of that."
"Talking?"
"Thinking."
Harry chuckled. "You see; we're already getting along great."
"If that's what you call this, I dread to imagine the daily torment you put my sister through," Daphne glowered at him.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "She got used to it. Look, I know sitting with me is probably the last thing you want to do during class, but I'm excellent at Defence. I can help you—"
"What makes you think I'd need your help," Daphne retorted.
"Your wandwork is mediocre, for one," Harry pointed out cheekily.
Daphne narrowed her eyes at him. "And who are you to determine that?"
"I am the top student in our year at Defence," Harry pointed out. "And I've seen you cast the Reductor Curse and it isn't pretty—your dummy always ends up in larger chunks than it should. Plus, I know dark creatures better than anyone else here. I can help you out, and you can help me out too."
"How could Saint Potter need my help if you're so excellent at defence?" Daphne rolled her eyes.
"My theory on dark creatures is weaker than yours," Harry admitted freely. It was a sore point to admit, especially given how strong his practical work was, but he wanted to make a more convincing case for Daphne. If there was one thing he knew about Slytherins, it was that they hated being indebted to others—in a house of ambition and cunning, debts could be very costly. If she thought that he was getting something out of this too, then maybe it'd help convince her that this was a good deal for both of them. "I think we'd make a good team together. Come on, what have you got to lose?"
"My sanity," Daphne muttered to herself, ensuring it was loud enough for Harry to still overhear.
"And you have the world to gain!" Harry exclaimed. "Your parents want you to have the best grades, don't they."
"They do," Daphne agreed warily.
"Well, I can help you get them. I can help you with your wandwork during class and you can help me get the theory down properly," Harry argued passionately.
There was a moment of pause as Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered something unintelligible to herself. Harry put on a big smile and waited. He could see that she recognised the value in an arrangement like this, but she was obviously still very hesitant.
"Fine," Daphne finally said as she looked up at Harry. When she saw his smile, her face turned to a look of defeat. "Please, stop that."
"Why? This is a happy moment!" Harry grinned. "The Ice Queen is finally melting."
In a flash, the tip of Daphne's wand was against his Adam's apple. "I may not be perfect at my wandwork, but it's still good enough to kill you," she glared at him. Her eye was still twitching from that horrible nickname that'd run rampant around Hogwarts ever since their second year.
"You see, this is gonna be great!" Harry laughed, ignoring the wand at his throat and the strange looks they were receiving from the other students.
Finally, after two weeks of sitting with Daphne in Defence class, Harry thought that she was finally starting to warm up to him. She'd smiled at him when he arrived, which was far better than the normal glare he received, and she'd even actively participated in the conversation. Their evening sessions had been going well recently too; when he'd helped her perfect the Reductor curse a couple nights ago, she'd actually jumped in joy at finally getting it just right. Naturally, they'd spent the rest of the hour making sure that she could consistently cast the spell perfectly, and she'd proved herself to be capable of that thanks to his help.
It was the exact foundation that Harry had been hoping to reach. Now, he just needed to start working on getting Daphne to spend more time with Astoria. Maybe he could suggest a study session in the library, and Astoria could just so happen to show up at the exact same time. It might be awkward the first couple times it happened, but maybe the quiet, peaceful atmosphere would help Daphne warm back up to her sister. At the very least, it'd be good to give Astoria the opportunity to make another case for herself. Harry still wasn't sure how much the two women were talking with one another, and Daphne was a topic that Astoria preferred to avoid as of late due to their strained relationship not getting any better.
Well, Harry was going to do everything he could to help them fix this issue.
Harry rounded the corner in the dungeons to his new training room. After the ambush that Draco had performed, Harry had moved to another sequestered location to train—one that he riddled with protective and alarm spells to warn him of any intruders. Unfortunately, due to the high concentration of magic in Hogwarts, he was only able to get the spells to work when he was inside of the room, so he always had to check it over for traps when he returned. There hadn't been any so far, thankfully, but Harry wasn't going to let his guard down again.
As he neared his private training room, Harry felt the familiar tinge of his spells making contact with his magic. They updated him, letting him know that at least one person had entered the room about ten minutes ago.
That must have been Daphne—they'd promised to meet up for another training session earlier that day in class—but Harry was still cautious as he cracked open the door.
The room was pitch black inside. "Daphne?" Harry called out softly. "Lumos."
"I'm in here," Daphne's voice called back just as Harry's spell activated, lighting the room in a soft glow. The various desks and chairs were still pushed up against the walls where he'd placed them a few weeks ago, but now there was a strange five-panelled partition wall set up in the centre of the room. It was made of completely opaque fabric fitted into a simple wooden frame.
Harry stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Why are you in the dark here?" He asked.
"I was just testing something," came Daphne's absentminded reply. "Feel free to light some of the candles."
Daphne was acting strange, and it was making Harry especially concerned that something was afoot. He quickly cancelled the Wand-Lighting Charm and fired off a couple of quick fire-making spells at the nearby candlesticks. Once they began to give off a soft, orange glow, Harry lit up a couple more. Eventually, the room was still dimly lit, but there was enough light for him to see everywhere.
"I've got a surprise for you," Daphne announced from behind the partition.
The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up. He immediately brought himself up into a defencive stance as he planted his back against the wall beside the door. Something was wrong with Daphne; even though this was her voice, the tone was all off. It was . . . gentler than it normally was, and there was this undertone to it that made Harry feel distinctly uncomfortable. There was a hunger there, and a slight purr to her vocal inflection.
Daphne's footsteps seemed to echo around the room as she walked into view. The first thing Harry noticed was that her wand wasn't in her hand. The second thing he noticed was that her wand was currently being used to help pin her hair up on her head. The third thing he noticed was the perfect white lingerie Daphne was wearing.
"Well?" Daphne asked with a sultry smile on her lips. She ran her hands up from her hips to just below her breasts as she struck a pose. "What do you think?"
What did he think? What a stupid question to ask. Despite the fact that he was in a happy, committed relationship with Astoria, Harry hadn't suddenly become blind to the beauty of other women, even if he thought his girlfriend was the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts. If he were to go out onto the grounds and ask every student to name the three most beautiful witches at Hogwarts, he was certain that almost everyone would put Daphne Greengrass's name on that list.
The theme of Daphne's lingerie was white lace. Everything from her stockings to her panties to her bra was made of fine white fabric with intricate designs on them, most of which were see-through. Almost all of Daphne's porcelain skin was on display, and nowhere was it more pronounced than on her perky breasts. The bra she was wearing was pushing up her already ample chest. The lacy material covering her was so translucent that Harry could see most of her bare breasts through it; it was only her nipples and areolas that remained covered. The garter belt clung to her slim waist and helped keep her stockings in place. Her panties barely covered more than her mound, and it was clear from the see-through material that Daphne had shaved herself completely bare today.
All in all, Daphne looked like a dream. Her beautiful blond hair was tied up elegantly, but it still had several loose curls that framed her face. Daphne was smiling eagerly at him, clearly basking in the attention he was paying her face and body. She batted her thick eyelashes at him as she spoke again. "Did I make you speechless?" Her words were gentle, not taunting. She strutted up towards him, making sure to emphasise her long legs.
Harry felt frozen in place as his body started to betray him. He could feel himself starting to stiffen in his pants as Daphne came right up to him and placed a hand on his chest. She was just inches away from him. Her lips, her body, all of it was within his reach right now. All it would take is one little movement and—
"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he forced himself to take a step back from Daphne.
His words didn't dissuade her at all. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She smiled innocently at him.
"I'm dating Astoria," Harry pointed out.
"Well, she's not here right now," Daphne countered. "I thought that this was what you wanted: both Greengrass sisters. I know you love and care for Astoria, but she doesn't have to know about us." Daphne took another step towards him and placed her hand back on his chest. She walked two of her fingers down his torso until she reached one of the belt loops on his trousers. "This can be our little secret. Don't you want this?"
"No, I don't," Harry said as he stepped to the side and retreated a few feet further away from Daphne. "I want you to be close with Astoria again, and I just want to be your friend. I'm not playing games with Astoria, and I'm definitely not going to cheat on her."
Daphne looked genuinely surprised at his pronouncement. Her mouth was hung open and her eyes were slightly widened like she couldn't believe that anyone would turn her down when she was throwing herself so blatantly at them. She tried to form words, but another voice interrupted her.
"See, I told you he wouldn't cheat on me," Astoria announced proudly as she suddenly appeared a few feet away from behind the partition.
Harry blinked in surprise. He hadn't even bothered to consider that someone else was hiding back there after Daphne revealed herself to him looking like she did. "Astoria?" He called out.
Astoria gave him an embarrassed smile as she hurried over to Harry's side. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely as she pulled him into a tight hug. "But this was the only way to convince her that you aren't like how she thinks all men are."
Harry looked at Daphne over Astoria's shoulder as he hugged her. Daphne was still frozen in shock at the fact that Harry shot her down, but she regained some of her composure when her gaze met Harry's.
Suddenly, Daphne pulled her wand out of her hair and quickly summoned her uniform from behind the partition. She just threw on her outer robes, which covered her completely, and hurried past Astoria and Harry to the door.
"Daphne, wait!" Astoria called out. "Let's talk first!"
Daphne hesitated for a moment before giving a slight shake of her head. She cracked the door open and paused again before looking back at her sister. "You should bring him to meet mother this weekend during the Easter break."
And with that, Daphne left the room quickly.
"I really am sorry about this," Astoria murmured against Harry's chest. "I didn't doubt you for a second, but I was just trying to find a way to convince Daphne that you're a great guy, and this was the plan she came up with."
"I'm not mad at you," Harry assured her. Sure, the trickery was a lot to take in, but it wasn't as though Astoria did it because she doubted his loyalty to her. She trusted him and he trusted her, and that was what mattered.
"I'm glad," Astoria sighed.
They hugged each other close for another minute before they finally pulled away from each other. "Looks like my training plan for this evening has gone to waste," Harry murmured, glancing back at the door Daphne left through.
Astoria gave him a devlish grin. "I guess that means I have you all to myself for tonight." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. "By the way, didn't Daphne look insanely hot in that slutty lingerie?"
The spluttering sounds that left Harry's mouth sent Astoria into a fit of giggles.
It wasn't hard to spot Daphne's blond hair through the crowd of students as they boarded the Hogwarts Express; she was standing amid a sea of Slytherins clustered together towards the front of the train. She seemed just like her normal self, ambivalent expression and all.
"Maybe I do have some competition if you're staring at my sister like that," Astoria joked as she leaned against Harry's side. She had to angle her head up a bit to meet his gaze. Her eyes were sparkling with mirth as she poked his waist. "I never expected to have to give the overprotective little sister talk to my own boyfriend."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You know that you're the only one for me," he replied with a smile. He tightened his grip around Astoria's waist as they stepped into the train themselves.
"You don't need to lie to me," Astoria laughed playfully. "I know you've got a thing for blonds, and Daphne's a really hot one at that. But just wait until you meet my mum. She and Daphne look so much alike; you won't know who to ogle first."
Harry couldn't help but laugh along with Astoria. "You make it sound like you want your whole family to turn into my personal harem."
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Astoria teased him. "At the very least, haven't you ever wondered what Daphne and I could do to you if you were all nice and tied up on my bed?"
Harry eyed his girlfriend curiously. "What's gotten into you? You've never brought up your sister and me like this before."
"I know," Astoria sheepishly grinned. "But just seeing her try to seduce you and you turning her down was just really hot. I don't know; I guess it really reinforces in my mind how much you're into me. I've just been thinking about it a lot, and I've just been really randy lately."
Harry gave his girlfriend an amused smile. "Well, you'd better keep it under control while we're at your house. I don't want your mum thinking I'm a bad influence on you."
"More than likely she'll think it's the other way around. And I'm not inclined to disagree with her," Astoria giggled. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. "Let's find a compartment and lock ourselves in there until we get to King's Cross."
That was all she needed to say to set Harry off too. They hurried down the train corridor in search of an empty cabin in a quiet part of the train. They found an adequate one towards the back where only a few students were sitting. The train jerked to a start just as Harry and Astoria shut the cabin door behind them.
As Harry locked the door and began weaving a familiar set of protective, silencing, and alarm spells, he heard Astoria's murmured spellcasting behind him. He wasn't surprised when he felt all of the clothes vanish from his body, nor when Astoria pressed her nude form against his back. Her supple breasts were poking him as her hands roamed his front, quickly finding his stirring cock.
"This is what I've been wanting," Astoria purred as she stroked his shaft. Harry could feel the blood rushing to his nether regions as he quickly hardened. He hurried through casting the last few spells, trying his best not to be distracted by Astoria's ministrations or the way that she was planting kisses up his neck.
Once the last spell was cast, Harry tossed his wand onto the closest seat and spun around to grab Astoria. She giggled like mad as he scooped her up from under her thighs and lifted her into the air. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping his cock in between his belly and her moist slit, and rested her arms over his shoulders as she attacked him with her lips. She was kissing him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth and swirling it around in an intricate dance with his. Harry loved it when she was insatiable like this—it always made for the best sex.
"Fuck," Astoria groaned into his mouth as she wiggled her soft body against him, revelling in the sweet friction as her clit rubbed up against Harry's cock. "I've been aching for you so bad all day. I tried masturbating in bed this morning, but it just wasn't you."
As the train began to round a corner, Harry nearly lost his balance thanks to the woman in his arms not stopping her attack on his mouth for a single second. To save himself, he fell back into one of the seats. The moment his arse landed in the chair and Astoria settled in his lap, she started grinding her mound harder against his cock.
"Astoria," Harry groaned as his hands went down to squeeze her fit arse. "You're killing me here."
"It'd be quite the way to go out," she giggled quietly in his ear. "Riding the Hogwarts Express while getting rode yourself."
"You're grinding on me, not riding," Harry corrected playfully as he pinched her arse.
Astoria moaned into his ear and mashed her breasts against his face as she raised her hips up. "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" She said breathlessly.
Harry knew that he'd never get tired of the feeling of Astoria's tight pussy engulfing his cock. Her wet lips parted easily around his bulbous head, but then Astoria had to force herself down the rest of the way. She would have adjusted to his girth more easily if she had just waited a minute and took her time sinking down onto him, but she never was particularly patient when it came to sex. Despite the quiet, bookish nature that she presented outwardly, she loved nothing more than a wild shag anytime and anywhere she could get one from him.
Though the bumps in the track that the Hogwarts Express ran down were smoothed out for its passengers thanks to a number of magical charms placed onto the carriages, they couldn't be completely eliminated. As the train sped down the Scottish Highlands, Astoria rocked in Harry's lap with the help of the bumps of the train. She had her hands on Harry's shoulders for balance and her breasts jiggling in his face as she slammed her arse down over and over again onto his lap, spearing his cock deep inside of her. She used the inevitable small bumps that came every few seconds to help launch her back up until just the tip of Harry's cock was still inside of her, and then she'd slam right back down with an incredible cry of pleasure.
"Merlin," Harry groaned, briefly biting down on his lip as he pinched both of Astoria's nipples with his fingers. She squealed and pulled her torso back, making the skin of her breasts stretch out as Harry held onto her. When he let her nipples go, Astoria smashed her lips against his and swirled her tongue around the inside of his mouth possessively. She sank all the way down onto his cock and started moving her hips in circles, stirring him around inside of her tight pussy.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, but neither Harry nor Astoria made any move to stop what they were doing. They kept snogging while Astoria tightened her walls around Harry's cock. She was moaning like mad into the kiss, and her hands had grabbed fistfuls of hair at the back of his head.
Another knock sounded from the door. Astoria let off an annoyed growl as she pulled her lips away from Harry's and stood up. Harry groaned with loss as the absence of Astoria's hot pussy left his cock feeling cold, and he impatiently waited as she went up to the small window in the door that Harry had charmed to only work as a one-way window while they were inside.
"First years," Astoria hissed. "Gonna hex them for interrupting—"
Harry jumped to his feet before Astoria could find her wand. "Forget them," he murmured in her ear. "They'll give up eventually. Besides, I'm not done with you yet."
The fire in Astoria's eyes sent a spark down Harry's spine. "You aren't, are you?"
Harry shook his head and wrapped his arms around her back, pinning their fronts together. "You made me just as randy as you were, and I think you need to help calm me back down."
"Then take me," Astoria challenged him. "Throw me onto one of these benches and—"
Astoria's words turned into a squeal as Harry did exactly as she asked. He picked her up by her waist and tossed her back onto the padded bench before pouncing on top of her. Astoria giggled and tried to squirm out from underneath him, but Harry grabbed a firm hold of her and rammed his cock back inside of her pussy where it belonged. The moan that left her lips was sweet, and Harry endeavoured to hear it as much as he could during their trip back.
Harry pounded into Astoria viciously, giving it to her hard and fast just the way she loved it. She was crying out in pleasure and rubbing her clit furiously as he rammed into her again and again, filling them both up with the most incredible pleasure.
"Yes Harry! Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy with your massive cock! I—" Astoria screamed as her body trembled beneath Harry. "I'm so close!" She whined. "Please, don't stop!"
"Never," Harry panted, not pausing at all as he filled her tight pussy again. Astoria's inner walls were squeezing him in an erratic pattern as her back arched off of the bench, pressing her breasts towards the ceiling. They were jiggling beautifully on her chest in time with Harry's thrusts inside of her. They looked so tempting that Harry dipped his head down and took one of her nipples in between his teeth as he sucked hard on her breast.
It only took two more thrusts before Astoria exploded beneath him. Her body was hit by a powerful spasm as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her pussy grabbed onto Harry's cock so hard, but he didn't stop fucking her; it felt too good for him to do anything but pound into her pussy again and again. Astoria was crying out in pleasure, still rubbing her clit as best she could as her body shuddered from the pure pleasure coursing through her.
Harry felt his own orgasm rising too. His cock was throbbing inside of Astoria's pussy, just ready to burst, and she could feel it too. She suddenly wrapped her legs around his arse and pulled him all the way inside of her before grabbing his head and bringing his mouth up to hers.
"I want you to cum inside of me," she said breathlessly, still coming down from her orgasm, "but don't move anymore."
Not moving was the last thing Harry wanted to do; he wanted to keep ravaging her body, taking in as much pleasure as he could, but Astoria's pleading eyes gave him pause.
"Please," she insisted. "I'm going to make you cum, and I want to watch your face when you do."
It was hard for him to turn her down when she phrased it like that. He stilled inside of her and waited for what she had planned. It only took a few seconds before Astoria started rhythmically tightening her walls around him for a moment before releasing that intense tightness and then repeating the cycle all over again. Astoria grinned up at him the first time he made a small sound of pleasure.
"That's it," she cooed. She grabbed one of his hands and planted it on her breast. "Just enjoy yourself. I want to feel every inch of you inside of me as you cum in my tight little pussy."
Upon hearing her words, Harry instinctively jerked forward against her, but Astoria just tightened her legs in reply.
"No moving," she insisted. Her walls tightened around him again, and Harry felt the cum in his balls starting to churn. He was close, so very close.
"Just feel how good my pussy is," Astoria murmured in his ear. Her erotic words were said with such love. Harry squeezed her breast in his hand. "I can't wait for you to shoot out your hot, sticky cum inside of me."
"Fuck, Astoria," Harry groaned. His cock was really throbbing now, and the constant tightening of her walls around him was bringing him so close to edge without sending him over. He knew it was only a matter of time, but he just wanted to slam into her a couple of times to get the release he needed.
"Just relax," Astoria whispered. "Let my pussy do all the work for you. Do you feel how wet am I for you? How tight I get even with your big cock stretching me out so much? My body was made for you, so let it take care of you."
Harry let out a muffled cry as he buried his face in the crook of Astoria's neck and came inside of her. It felt like a torrent of cum was shooting out of him as Astoria's pussy squeezed out every last drop it could.
"That's it," Astoria groaned happily. "I can feel your cum shooting out inside me, slowly filling me up. It's so hot, and there's so much of it. I can feel every pulse of your cock, every little twitch you make. Merlin, it feels so good."
Harry nearly blacked out from the pleasure, but he eventually regained himself and sat back up. Astoria was looking at him with a thoroughly satisfied smile on her lips. "What the hell was that?" He asked her.
"Something I wanted to try," she shrugged. "Did you like it?"
"Did I like it?" Harry laughed. "It was bloody incredible."
"Good," Astoria grinned. "Because I've got a whole bunch more ideas I want to try with you."
"Well, it's not like we've got much else to do before we reach King's Cross Station," Harry pointed out.
Those seemed to be the magic words because Astoria shoved him back and landed on top of his chest. He was still hard inside of her, and they were both ready for more.
Harry and Astoria barely managed to get dressed just in time as the Hogwarts Express pulled into King's Cross Station; they'd been so lost in each other that they hadn't realised how close they'd gotten to the station. They grabbed their bags in a flurry, using a few charms to smooth out the wrinkles of their vanished clothes that Astoria had sent to their respective trunks, and rushed out in the throng of students hurrying to their families. Despite their best efforts, Harry noticed a few amused smirks directed their way from a few students.
As they stepped out onto the platform, Harry again easily spotted Daphne's blond hair amid the crowd of students, and there was a matching set of blond hair right beside her. Astoria spotted them too and directed Harry over to where her family awaited.
Lady Greengrass looked exactly as Astoria described her. The older woman looked very much like Daphne other than the fact that she had Astoria's brown eyes instead of Daphne's blue ones. Her long blond hair was nice and straight like Daphne's and her expression had that exact same look that seemed to say that everything around her was beneath her notice. Given the extended lifespan that witches and wizards enjoyed, she still looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties rather than her actual age of 41.
When Lady Greengrass's eyes fell upon Harry, he felt as though he was being examined closely for any perceived faults. Her eyes raked over him and his slightly dishevelled clothes, and her mouth twisted in slight displeasure. Her expression only softened slightly when her focus turned to Astoria, though Harry could tell that she didn't miss the way Astoria's hair was messed up from its normally neat look or the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. Still, Lady Greengrass didn't say anything and instead just hugged her youngest daughter tightly.
"It's good to see you again," Lady Greengrass said to Astoria, not unkindly, as she pulled away from her. Daphne stood at her side, not quite making eye contact with either Harry or Astoria. Instead, she was standing still with her back straight like she was afraid to move a muscle out of place.
Astoria bit back a sigh at the formal tone her mum had. "It's good to see you too," she replied. Then, she gestured to her boyfriend. "This is Harry Potter, my boyfriend." She stressed those final two words carefully.
"I can see that," Lady Greengrass replied evenly. Despite the fact that she never directly looked up at the scar on his forehead, Harry was sure that Lady Greengrass had focused her attention on it when she'd spoken. "Well, Mr Potter, I look forward to getting to know you better. I was . . . quite surprised that anyone had managed to capture my daughter's heart so firmly."
Harry smiled at the words, ignoring the mild tone of disapproval in Lady Greengrass's voice. "I look forward to getting to know you as well," he mirrored her words, taking a cue from how Astoria had addressed her mum.
At the very least, Lady Greengrass didn't seem anymore displeased with him after he spoke. "It's well past time that we should be off." She offered her hands to her two daughters, who both accepted their mother's hands. Astoria quickly grabbed onto Harry's arm with her other hand, and then the four of them disappeared from the station, leaving behind a quiet cracking sound that was lost in the chaos of students reuniting with their families.