Chapter 2
This Is My Serious Face

Susan woke up with a headache and a dry mouth, a feeling that told her all she needed to know about how her morning would go.

Fuck, she thought. What happened last night after Harry left the table?

It was the last thing she clearly remembered, but thinking harder didn't seem like a good idea at the moment.

I still have some hangover potions in the bathroom, she thought, rolling out of bed. I'll just… what… WHAT!?

Susan wasn't at her place. In fact, she didn't recognize where she was at all. What she did recognize was the seven other naked women strewn all over the room. She glanced back at the bed she'd been sleeping in and saw Daphne had been under the covers with her, a soft smile on her face.

The only other girl that seemed to be up was Luna, who appeared to be sitting in the corner humming to herself and bobbing her head left and right while reading a piece of parchment.

"Luna…" Susan croaked, her throat as dry as her mouth. She felt awful. "What…"

"The vials are on the desk," Luna told her in a sing-song voice, not even looking up. "I already had one."

Susan looked around the room and spotted a desk in the corner… with the Patil twins cuddling quite provocatively on it. Stepping over both Fleur and Gabby gingerly on the way, (Fuck, those two are unfairly gorgeous), Susan looked down at the twins and the desk, trying to find the vials Luna was talking about.

"Where?" Susan rasped.

"Between them, of course," Luna told her. "For safe keeping."

Susan peered between them, trying hard not to take in the extremely captivating curves of the identical girls, and saw seven vials of purple hangover potion in the space between their stomachs that their touching breasts created. She had always been… affronted by the idea of sex with another woman, though nudity itself wasn't something that bothered her. She carefully retrieved a dose, downed it, and looked back at the twins as the effects began to clear her up.

You really can't tell them apart without clothes on.

Feeling much better, Susan walked over to Luna noticing that several of the other girls were starting to stir.

"Luna, what happened? Where are we?"

"We're at Daphne's of course," Luna answered, making a mark on the parchment with her quill. She set it down and looked up at Susan. "And what happened is that everyone got drunk last night."

"Yes, I… I get that part, I mean why are we all in the same room naked?"

"Oh, well I should think that's obvious," Luna said, turning back to her parchment with obvious cheer.

"What…?" Susan heard Fleur's dry voice call out. She turned and saw that everyone except the Patil twins was now awake.

"There's hangover potions for everyone on the desk between the twins," Susan said gently. "Everyone take one before anything else."

With obvious discomfort and embarrassment, all of them lined up to grab one of the vials stuck between Padma and Parvati before uncorking it and gulping it down. The procession ended with Daphne grumpily fishing one out between them, which woke the twins up. Susan watched, transfixed, as they woke up simultaneously, noticed the position they were in, and then leaned into each other for a deep hadn't even checked their surroundings first.

Daphne cleared her throat loudly, and the twins startled so badly that they rolled off the desk in a heap of soft brown skin. Untangling from each other they quickly stood and jumped apart from each other, though this caused their chests to bounce quite noticeably. They both had the same pained look on their faces that Susan knew meant too much alcohol, but they also had a look of deep embarrassment.

Trying to spare them, Susan scooped up the last two vials and handed one each to the Patils.

"Where are we?" Katie finally broke the silence.

"And why are we here?" Padma asked.

"And why are we in ze buff?" Fleur finished.

"We're in my room," Daphne said. "But… after agreeing to all play the game… I can't remember…"

"The game?" Katie asked nervously, blushing. "We were all sure drunk weren't we? Not like… we really would compete to carry Harry's child…"

There was a few moments of silence and everyone was still. It seemed to Susan like each of them was waiting to see if someone else was going to take the obvious chance to back out of the game and let everyone pretend it hadn't been serious. Still no one spoke for several more seconds.

"I wasn't drunk," Luna finally said. "I took a potion before I started drinking. I was completely sober when I decided to be Harry's sex slave."

Susan looked at Luna incredulously.

"But… you took a hangover potion this morning!"

"I like the taste," Luna explained dismissively.

"Quit if you want," Daphne said, stretching in a way that Susan thought was quite obscene given that she was naked. "But within a few months Potter Jr. is going to be growing inside here." She pointed just below her belly button.

Susan watched Katie debate something internally before letting out a long sigh.

"No… you're right. I'm still in."

"We still don't know why we're here or why we're naked though," Susan reminded them. She saw Daphne glance at her and smirk in the most infuriating way. It wasn't Daphne that answered though.

"Well," Luna responded, "when we were all leaving together, Daphne offered to bring us here since she had the only room that was big enough for all of us."

"Why would we need a room big enough for all of us?" Parvati asked. Everyone was looking at Luna who was still preoccupied with her parchment. She seemed to be the only way they would get information about what happened last night.

"Well it was agreed that since we'll all be carrying Harry's babies eventually, we needed to get to know each other better." The rest of the girls in the room all fidgeted uncomfortably. "Though I have to admit, when I agreed I didn't think that sex was how we would be getting to know each other. It was a pleasant surprise though."

"We…" Susan felt herself turning green and noticed Daphne smirking at her again. "We had sex? Like… just us girls?"

"For quite a while, I'd say," Luna confirmed. "Don't worry, I transfigured all of your clothes back."

"Wait, why would we need our clothes transfigured?" Daphne asked, not looking quite as confident.

"Before we left the party last night you all asked me to change your shirts so that they said 'Pick Me' across the chest," Luna told them. "I think you were hoping to entice Harry, but he looked a bit annoyed. I transfigured my own anyway, though. I didn't want to feel left out."

Susan shook her head.

"No," she spoke firmly. "There's no way I had… lesbian sex with you girls."

Daphne started cracking up and Susan glared at her.

"What's so funny, Daph?"

"I… I don't remember much about last night, but…" Daphne paused to catch her breath. "I do remember the look on your face when I came while you were licking me." Daphne started laughing again and walked over to one of her dressers while Susan turned beet red and made sputtering noises of protest. "Please tell me I was thinking last night…" Daphne muttered as she reached the dresser. She picked up something shiny, examined it, then smiled.

"What eez zat?" Gabby asked.

"Alright you second rate cunts, listen up," Daphne said, a humor in her voice that none of the other girls seemed to share. "This is the device that controls my monitoring charms in this room. What it means is that I have proof of all the nasty things you girls did last night."

All of them erupted in protest at once but Daphne simply raised her hand for silence. She glanced at the device for a few seconds then looked back up at them as they stopped talking.

"Yes Susan, that includes your enthusiastic pussy eating…" Susan let out another strangled sound. "And yes Frenchies, that means your forbidden, incestuous fun…" The two Veela girls both looked like they wanted to melt into the floor. "So, this is what I want. Three days. All of you will wait three days before trying to contact Harry and get things moving. I get a three day head start on this game." She paused for emphasis. "Or I could just… let something slip…"

"Hmmm…" Luna's voice called out from across the room. They all looked her way. "Well… that is against the rules, but… we could probably make a one time exception."

"The rules?" Daphne asked "What rules?"

"These rules," Luna said excitedly, turning the parchment around so they could finally all see what it was. At the top, in letters that all the girls thought were far too large, it was titled 'Womb Sisters Rules of Getting Pregnant'.

Below followed some kind of list, and then at the very bottom was…

"Is… that my signature?" Daphne asked, clearly horrified.

"Oh yes, Susan said that we should set rules so that we all have the same fair shot at getting pregnant."

Daphne scoffed and then muttered, "Fucking Hufflepuffs…"

"Since I was the only one who could write at the time, I recorded them all down for us."

"Did…" Padma hesitated. "Did we just… sign? Or…"

"Or eez zat a binding magical contract?" Fleur completed the thought.

"We all agreed it should be a binding contract, yes."

Almost twenty seconds of silence passed before Daphne broke it.

"Luna… what does it say?"

The cheery blond perked and started reading.

"Rule 1: None of the womb sisters are allowed to blackmail the others to lower their chances of winning."

"Fuck!" Daphne exclaimed.

"Rule 2: None of the womb sisters may use magic for increasing or decreasing fertility to give an advantage.

"Rule 3: None of the womb sisters can encourage Harry to enter an exclusive relationship until someone is pregnant, but Harry may choose to enter one on his own."

"Did we really agree to call ourselves the womb sisters?" Katie asked miserably.

"Lesson learned: don't get drunk," Padma muttered.

"Rule 4: None of the womb sisters can mention the womb sisters or the rules to others unless everyone agrees.

"Rule 5: The first one pregnant will mother a Potter, and the second will mother a Black, unless Harry says otherwise. Once the game is over, the losers will offer themselves as consorts to Harry and the winners.

"Rule 6: Each womb sister may have exclusive use of one day per week for a date night, with the exception of Sister Luna, who doesn't get her own day at all."

"What?!" Susan exclaimed. "Luna! Why did you sign that?"

"Oh, I'm not worried about date nights Susan," she replied. "You don't get pregnant from dates, you see. You get pregnant from sex. The rule says nothing about exclusive nights for sex."

Several moments of silence passed as the rest of the girls marveled at the genius of Luna's statement.

"Yes…" Susan finally said, "but… how are you planning on getting to the sex without a date?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'll let me know," Luna explained. "I'm not going to schedule dates. Instead, next time I see him, I'll just let him know that he can use me for sex whenever he wants day or night. Unless of course I'm hungry. Then I will ask him to let me finish eating first." Luna paused and looked thoughtful. "Do you think it would be possible for me to eat while I'm having sex? I think that may be rather difficult, but I've never tried before."

No one was brave enough to answer her question, so she shrugged and turned back to the parchment.

"Rule 7: Only Sister Luna may alter this contract after it has been signed."

Immediately there was another rounds of loud and confused protests, but Susan held up her hand.

"I know how that rule sounds," Susan said, "but I'm glad we thought to add it in our drunken state. Think about it. Luna could strike the whole contract if she wanted and let us out. Not often there's an easy way out of a magical contract."

"Yes," Daphne agreed sourly, "but she could also make a rule that one of us is not allowed to have sex which would end our chances right there."

"Luna's not the type to do that though," Susan said with a fond smile towards the shorter blond.

Daphne narrowed her eyes at Susan.

Is she… Merlin! The Hufflepuff is being cunning, we're all doomed! She knows her only way to make sure this contract doesn't come back to bite her on the tits is to make Luna like her.

"You're right, of course," Daphne agreed pleasantly. "I was just startled. Contracts are serious, you know."

"Yes," Luna agreed gravely. "That's why I suggested such a serious name for us."

A beat passed.

"You… ah…" Katie paused. "You're the one that named us the womb sisters?"

"Yes, it's quite lovely don't you think?" Luna asked.

Daphne's eyes widened as she thought she caught the barest hint of a smirk on Luna's face.

Fuck, that girl isn't quite as oblivious as she pretends to be.

"Yes…" Katie agreed lamely. "Very lovely."

"Right," Daphne said with an eye roll. "So what was this about an exception to the blackmail rule?"

"Oh," Luna let out a soft sound of surprise. "That's right. My apologies Sister Daphne." Luna picked up a quill and started toward the parchment with it.

"Wait!" Fleur shouted. "Why, exactly, does ze bitchy one get an exception?"

Daphne glared at Fleur, though whether it was for being called a bitch or stopping Luna, no one could be sure.

"She was the last to sign the contract," Luna explained. "She didn't sign it until we were already here and she'd activated the monitoring charms. I watched her do it, she wasn't very subtle about it. Still, you were all rather drunk so I don't think you cared."

"Wait," Parvati looked confused. "You saw her turn on monitoring charms and… still got naked to have sex with the rest of us?"

"Well how else was I supposed to get to know you?" Luna asked as if it was obvious. "Plus, it is rather exciting knowing you're being recorded."

"Er…" Susan blushed. "If you say so Luna. I still don't understand why Daphne gets an exception though, no matter when she turned on the monitoring charms."

"It's obvious isn't it?" Luna said confused. "She was quite drunk, but she still had the sense to wait until after the monitoring charms were on to sign it." Luna paused, as if waiting for the rest of the girls to catch up. "That's exactly the kind of cunning and willpower that the mother of Harry's children should have."

Well shit, Susan thought, how do I argue with that?

"As you say… Luna."

"So…" Daphne said, a smile returning to her face. "Hopefully this whole thing will be over soon anyway. I only asked for three days because I'm about to ovulate, so if you're all very lucky you won't get the chance to embarrass yourselves before I've won." She looked between the peeved girls. "Three days of Harry time for me, and three days of waiting for you dykes."

Harry was extremely disgruntled. In some ways, his idea of hosting an enormous birthday party and inviting every person he even vaguely knew personally had been a success. He now knew plenty of women who would likely fall all over themselves to carry his children, some had even suggested it themselves after drinking too much during the party.

None of them were people he felt like he could be around for the next several decades however, and that was disappointing. He wanted his son or daughter to have parents who could stand each other, he wanted a family, and none of the girls last night had seemed exactly like family or mother material.

He was nibbling at his early lunch, going over the list of people he had considered in his head once again, when an elegant looking owl startled him with a tap on the window. It wasn't an owl he recognized, and so it was with a great deal of curiosity that he walked over and let the owl in.

It swooped down onto one of the kitchen chairs gracefully and extended its leg, apparently all business.

Harry offered the owl a piece of bacon as he removed the letter, and sat down to read it.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry that I didn't get the chance to talk with you last night at your party, but I was having a wonderful time catching up with all the girls.

Harry was confused, and didn't recognize the script. He glanced down to the signature to check who the letter was from.

Daphne… Greengrass? Harry thought through what he knew about the girl, which was very little. She had been in Slytherin but he couldn't remember her ever participating directly in his torment. She had mostly kept to herself, although he remembered her having a friend of some kind she was usually with.

He also remembered that Daphne had not been fighting on the side of the Death Eaters at the final battle. He hadn't exactly seen her fighting with the rest of the students either, but then he honestly had been a little preoccupied.

He looked back to the spot he stopped and continued reading.

I would still like the opportunity to catch up with you however. The Greengrass family has always been very appreciative of your efforts and actions through the years, and I'd like to get to know you more personally.

Would you be amenable to a dinner with me this evening? I think that a more private setting would be better for getting to know one another than the chaos of a large party would have been.

I'm eagerly awaiting your reply.

Yours truly,
Daphne

Harry furrowed his brows. He certainly couldn't remember the Greengrass family being supportive of all his "efforts and actions". Actually, he couldn't remember anything about the Greengrass family.

Still… while it did look somewhat like a request for a date, of which he received many the previous night, it was certainly done with more tact and at least contained an interest in getting to know him better.

Harry reached for some parchment and ink to craft a reply when another owl flew in through the still open window. This owl he recognized immediately as belonging to Hermione, which she had gotten shortly after going back to complete her seventh year after the war had ended.

He smiled and gave the owl a scratch before pulling the letter off and reading through it. He stopped at the end and decided to read it again.

Ron and Hermione were having some kind of disagreement again and wanted him to come and help mediate. It wasn't exactly unheard of since they'd left school, but it wasn't really that common either. Harry frowned, considering how much time such an effort would require, but with a sigh resigned himself to agreeing.

Sometimes his friends drove him up a wall, especially since they had gotten engaged, but even so he'd never leave them to fend for themselves if he could help.

Sending Hermione's owl back with his reply, he turned back to his parchment and scrawled a quick reply for Daphne.

Daphne,

I'm sorry that we didn't get the chance to speak at the party as well. I would enjoy a dinner together tonight I think, but we may have to schedule it late. I have another matter to take care of this afternoon which may run long.

Meet me in front of Gringotts at 8 PM, and if you haven't received another owl, I'll be there eventually.

Sincerely,
Harry

Nodding to himself in satisfaction he attached the letter to Daphne's owl and sent it on its way.

Daphne was starting to get extremely annoyed. It was already nearly 8:30 and Harry still hadn't shown. She reached up to make sure that the charms were still active on her hair and looked down to straighten out her dress a bit.

After they had all gotten dressed, the other girls had decided to camp out at Daphne's for the next few days. It seemed like they figured that while they were prevented from interacting with him, hearing about Daphne's experiences might be helpful.

Katie had also mentioned something about eating Daphne's family out of their house in payment for the blackmail.

While all of them had gone to get various items in the afternoon, Susan and Luna still hadn't returned by the time she left for her date. That concerned Daphne slightly.

Luna may be easy enough to manage, and was probably off goofing around somewhere, but Susan she saw as her most legitimate competition. Yes, there were two sets of sisters to compete with that would probably get Harry's motor running, but Susan had been right: it had always been about family to Harry, and he would want to select someone for what kind of mother they would make.

Susan was good mother material for the things that Harry valued, so Daphne would have to work hard to convince Harry she was the better choice. She needed to display her kindness and understanding, as well as her strength and power.

Which was somewhat problematic, as usually when Daphne exerted strength and power she was utterly absent kindness or understanding. But there were other ways to show those qualities to Harry. He had always run off into danger to protect others, so she figured a surefire way to garner his affection would be to tell him she had been persecuted within Slytherin for not opposing him more strongly. That it had been dangerous for her, and she'd had to constantly keep up the facade necessary to do what was right, even when it wasn't easy.

Which… none of that was true, but Harry would probably swallow it whole. She hadn't hated Harry at all, but her lack of antagonism hadn't isolated her in her dorms. No, she'd been isolated in her dorms mainly because of how annoying she found most people. Only Tracy had ever really been able to stand her caustic personality, and even then they didn't really spend time with each other now.

Because they hadn't really been friends, more like mutually apathetic loaners. But you couldn't go through all of school with no one to talk to, and so they'd maintained their friendship of convenience until it no longer was convenient.

But all of that could be solved if only she got pregnant. If she were Mrs. Potter, she'd have the kind of access to magic and money that would allow her to not have to deal with a world she found so annoying, and Harry from what she remembered would be so inwardly focused that she wouldn't have to put up with much of him either.

She could just live her own comfortable life, shielded from having to deal with others, and maybe pop out a few kids. If she were really lucky, then she could even raise those kids to not be as endlessly annoying as everyone else seemed to be.

But that was getting a bit far ahead of herself, and she looked up to glance around for Harry again. She was about to stomp her foot in pure frustration when she finally spotted Harry heading her way through the crowd to the left. Her eyes widened and she felt her mouth go dry.

Merlin he's… handsome. Daphne blinked. I don't remember him being that good looking, even last night. Does he have some kind of charm to appear magically more appealing?

Daphne considered this for a moment, and then realized she had a similar charm on her hair. That was probably the case then.

Harry greeted her with several apologies when he arrived, which she accepted with a gracious smile she had been practicing, before taking her to a much more upscale restaurant than she had expected.

It's a good thing I dressed up so much, Daphne thought as she took her seat.

"I'm sorry again for being late," Harry told her, sitting down across from her.

"That's alright Harry," she replied, smiling once more. "What kept you?"

"Oh, Hermione and Ron had a… disagreement. They asked me to help them settle it."

"Does that happen often?" Daphne asked with a frown. It wasn't a very good sign that he'd missed their first date by 45 minutes because he was helping Ron stop Hermione from doing the sensible thing and finding someone better.

"Well, not as often as you'd think knowing them in school." But Harry's face held an obvious discomfort that Daphne couldn't place, and her inner Slytherin begged for more details.

"Was it a bad disagreement?"

"No, not really a worse disagreement than normal, just… a stranger one." Harry picked up his menu and began looking it over intently. "So what will you be having?"

Daphne was about to snap back a sarcastic reply about his tact in changing the subject, but restrained herself at the last moment.

First rule of getting pregnant Daphne: don't make the father uncomfortable every time you open your mouth.

"I'm not really sure yet, though this place seems lovely," she answered evenly. She placed a soft smile on her lips. "Thank you for bringing me here Harry, I've never been able to get into a place like this before."

Another lie, but an easy one to tell.

"Oh?" Harry said looking at her curiously. "I thought you used to write the editor of the Prophet about their taste in restaurant reviews every so often."

Daphne couldn't prevent her eyes from widening just the slightest bit.

Merlin… how in the world did he both notice and remember THAT about me?

Daphne was quiet for a moment, deciding how to proceed and deciding there would be no more lies that could be easily verified.

"Well they have atrocious taste in everything," she answered easily. "I was more concerned about how unfair their reviews seemed to the establishments, I hadn't actually been to them before."

"Oh, I see," Harry said, nodding. "That's awful thoughtful of you. I must admit I'm somewhat surprised. You always seemed so distant from other people."

Daphne grinned, doing a victory dance internally.

"I, er, hide it well." She looked down at her hands, hoping that her calculated hesitation came off as sincerity. This was it, this was her plan of attack. She had to absolutely sell this story. "Did anyone ever tell you what it was like living in Slytherin and not being a Death Eater?"

The night had gone as well as Daphne could hope, but annoyingly she was depending on Harry to progress things after the date. She still lived with her parents as it was comfortable and luxurious, but those blasted girls were camped out in her room making it impossible to invite Harry back to her place. Perhaps that was on purpose.

She made quite the effort to show she was paying attention as he spoke, and made sure to ask follow up questions that were based on the things he said to demonstrate that she was listening. As far as she could tell it was working, because Harry had taken her on a walk through the park after their meal to 'let their food settle'. The park was rather romantic in its own way, and despite her attitude and motivations Daphne wasn't immune to being charmed by genuine effort.

Is it possible that I might actually enjoy this man? Daphne found herself wondering. She felt her heart thumping at that thought. If it was possible… then it was even more critical that she won this game no matter what it took. Daphne had disliked having to interact with almost every other person she had ever met, and had long since given up on the idea of genuinely enjoying someone else's company.

But there was something about Harry that was captivating in a way he didn't intend. That's part of what made it captivating, that he wasn't doing it to impress or influence her. She frowned slightly, realizing that impressing and influencing him was most of what she'd tried to do that night. But it was necessary!

"I had an enjoyable evening with you Daphne," Harry said, his voice tightening a bit from the easy conversation they'd been sharing. Daphne's heart thumped harder. "I'd like to meet you again sometime, if you'd be so kind."

"Of course," Daphne replied smoothly. "I'm actually free tomorrow as well."

Harry nodded and turned to face her. Daphne watched his face, trying to glean any sort of insight she could tonight. His face looked a little unsure, and his body language looked very tightly controlled. She wondered what he could be debating when he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to lean in.

Merlin… he's going to kiss me…

The last vestiges of thought departed her mind as his lips connected with hers, and she felt her eyes flutter closed almost as if on instinct. She parted her lips and poked her tongue at his gently, but then he pulled back, looking torn.

"Tomorrow, then," he said softly. "Have a good evening Daphne."

And with that, he was gone with a soft cracking sound.

Daphne stood there utterly still for several moments, her mind trying to process about a dozen separate things all at once. That had been her first kiss. She hadn't really thought about it too much, and she certainly could have been kissing years earlier if she was so inclined, it was just the prospect of letting one of the mouth-breathers she usually found around her do so had been nauseating.

That though… that had been magical in a way that she'd never experienced with magic before. She looked around and realized she had been breathing heavily. Straightening herself out and gaining firm control over her demeanor, she apparated back to her house. She was going to absolutely rub her date in those sluts faces.

She arrived in the parlor where Astoria was waiting as expected.

"Well?" Astoria asked. "Did things go well?"

"Better than expected, worse than I'd hoped," Daphne answered. "Were you able to cast the contraception charm on the other girls while you kept them company?"

Astoria grinned.

"They didn't even notice."

"Good," Daphne said with a wide smile. "Fucking Hufflepuff rules. That's the reason they can't ever get ahead. So I can't use magic to change their fertility? Fine, I'll use words to ask someone else to do it."

"You know the deal," Astoria said warningly. "I get at least one night with him a month after you get married, and you suggest me as an alternative for him while you're pregnant."

"Yes, Stori, I hadn't forgotten," Daphne grumbled. Still, the deal no longer seemed exactly fair to her. Perhaps there would be a way to get out that restriction also…

"You still haven't told me exactly what is going on, only that you're trying to become Harry's wife and the other girls are your competition."

"I explained this, Stori, there's a contract involved. I can't say anything else."

Astoria gave her a look like she was deciding whether or not to believe her. But in the end she simply nodded and left the room.

And now, Daphne thought with no small amount of glee. Time to go break some hearts.

Author's Note: Actual smut starts next chapter. What schemes will the other girls play?

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