Chapter 3
A Plan Into Motion

Harry appeared in his living room, relaxing with a sigh. That date with Daphne had indeed been pleasant, but it had also been… taxing. She wasn't nearly as good at lying as she thought she was, but after an entire childhood with the Dursley's, Harry was very good at pretending not to notice. Even so that wasn't necessarily a deal breaker for him. The lying, or the being bad at it. What mattered to him more was why she was clearly interested in having his babies (she had not been as subtle as she thought), whether or not he could stand being around her for the next few decades, and if she would make a decent mother.

On the first count he figured that money and prestige were a safe bet. She hadn't known him well enough to reach out to him because she was attracted to him as a person. On the second count the answer was probably yes. She was rather pleasant to look at and for all her scheming she didn't seem like the type who would unnecessarily burden him with expectations or responsibilities on her behalf. That meant that even if Harry couldn't really stand her, he might not have to be around her all the time. On the last count… that would require more interaction. Another date, for tomorrow in fact, like he had already agreed to.

Really it was the kiss which had been her test and saving grace. Her attempts at manipulating him had been annoying, even if they were expected and poorly executed. Why would someone who actively avoids human contact whenever possible think they would be good at telling convincing lies? Especially to someone like Harry whose life had depended on telling convincing lies at times? But he had wanted to see if there was anything more to Daphne than the cynical bitch she seemed to be under everything, and surprisingly there might be. He'd seen the barest potential of genuine feeling from her when they kissed, and in the position he was in that couldn't be ignored.

Having committed to the plan of having a kid in time though, Harry decided that anyone who met the bar would be… allowed to audition. Whether or not they actually got pregnant from it he'd leave up to a higher power, but he'd accept all offers until he knew at least one of his acceptable options was 'bearing fruit' so to speak.

Harry walked into his room, stripping off his clothes and laying down in his bed. The problem with Ron and Hermione had been stranger than usual. Harry could tell that it had been some kind of argument that had started more seriously than their usual bickering, but by the time he had arrived, Hermione and Ron simply hadn't been talking to each other. Hermione had been flustered and uncharacteristically short with him, like she wanted him to speak to her as little as possible. Meanwhile, Ron had stayed out of sight of Hermione the whole time and Harry had to hunt his friend down outside their country cottage, flying a broom.

When he tried to engage Ron on what was wrong, and why he had been called to mediate, Ron had simply scowled and asked Harry to just fly with him. So that's what he'd done. The strange part of it for Harry was that while they had called him to mediate their argument, like they did on occasion, once he arrived they didn't seem interested in having help with the argument. Instead it appeared they both wanted a distraction in the house. Someone whose presence would demand enough politeness to prevent further discussion.

Harry had spent the entire afternoon trying to coax what the problem was out of either of them, but they had both ignored his attempts entirely, not even bothering to make up some kind of excuse before changing the subject.

Harry rolled over in bed and shook his head. He had enough things going on right now without having to figure out the current thing making their lives difficult. Harry instead moved on to considering whether or not he would explain the magical situation he found himself in to any women who seemed interested in helping. It was a subject he had given considerable thought at this point, but after his date with Daphne he felt he had an answer.

He would make it clear he was interested in having children and didn't want to use protection. That would communicate everything relevant to the witch in question, and the type of commitment she might be getting herself into. But he didn't see any reason to explain why. How would it matter if the reason was some magical requirement or if he simply had a sudden desire to have kids? The result was the same for his partner.

Feeling as if he had more clarity now following that date, Harry drifted off to sleep, wondering if any of the other girls Daphne had been with were of a similar mind.

Daphne's heart was racing again, but this time it wasn't the idiotic emotions of being kissed, it was the thrill of a plan bearing fruit. Her and Harry had been on another acceptable date, and this time he had invited her back to his home. She was intrigued by the simplicity of the house. It wasn't small, but it wasn't some sprawling mansion or manor house either. Had the Potters built such a place? They must have at some point, Daphne believed, so it was interesting that Harry wasn't living there. It looked like it had three, maybe four bedrooms.

"Welcome to my home," Harry said. He ushered her in and Daphne had to admit, his taste was rather good considering that there was so little house to furnish.

"Well, Mr. Potter," Daphne said in a joking tone, "I think this rather makes up for being late to our date again."

Harry stared at her for a few seconds before leaning in next to her ear. He was so sudden about it that Daphne jumped when he whispered.

"Daphne, the house isn't how I was planning on apologizing for that…"

Daphne's breath hitched, and her eyes widened as he pulled back, a smirk on his lips. A fury built inside her. No one got the better of her!

"Why were you late anyway?" Daphne asked, trying to focus him on the thing he should feel guilty for.

"Oh, just wrapping up my 'couples counseling' with Ron and Hermione again this afternoon."

She waited for him to say more, but he seemed quite comfortable saying nothing.

"And did you solve their problem?" Daphne asked.

"Yes. It was even stranger than I thought."

Again Daphne waited for him to continue, and again he said nothing. She was just winding up to deliver more demands for information when he took a step towards the door out of the hallway.

"Daphne," Harry called out. "Would you like a tour of the place?"

"Uh…" Daphne was caught off guard. Harry had shown himself to be far more confident and self-assured than she'd expected, and she wasn't sure how she was losing control of the 'relationship' so quickly. "Sure, Harry."

"Well over here," Harry said, taking a few steps and pointing, "is the kitchen. Some blokes would expect the woman to be in there all the time, but I rather like cooking for myself, so I expect that I will use it more than anyone does. Except the elves, if I ever decide to have any."

Daphne was completely thrown by this comment. He was talking like he was explaining her expected place in a long term relationship, but he hadn't really given her any indication he was thinking in that direction other than bringing her home. There had also been a confusing mix of sexism and self-deprecation in the comment that she just couldn't quite parse.

"On the other side," Harry said, indicating, "is where you'll find the sitting room, with the study attached in the back." Harry got a sudden look of concern on his face. "Never fear, my dear, for I won't subject my poor pure-blooded princess to the vulgarities of Muggle culture in the common areas."

Daphne's eyes widened and then narrowed. He was teasing her.

"And where," Daphne asked dangerously, "might I find these elements of Muggle culture. I suddenly find myself quite keen on experiencing them."

"Ah," Harry said with a grin. "That would be upstairs."

She followed him in a huff, determined to wipe that stupid grin off his face. In that moment she wasn't even thinking about her goal, about the game, she just wanted him to understand that she was no one's fool. She followed Harry to what looked like a bedroom door and when he stopped she barreled past him intent on shattering his snarky behavior. But when she looked around she lost her train of anger.

All around the room there were things she didn't recognize, clearly the 'Muggle culture' Harry had been talking about, but she could tell what they were by the parts of the room she did recognize. A baby's crib, painted walls, a toy broom… this was a nursery. She turned and looked at Harry who was still standing in the door and his face was now serious.

"Why…?" she started.

"I want to have kids," he shrugged. "Figured you should know."

Daphne looked at him and felt an intensity rising inside her.

"Well," Daphne said in a husky voice. "We had better get on making them then." Harry made to step back and head to another room, but Daphne called out again. "No!" She started removing her clothes slowly, in the most sensual manner she could muster. "Let's do it here. This is supposed to be their room, right? What better place to make them than in their own room? There's a certain poetry to it."

Harry shuddered as he felt himself twitch in his pants.

Merlin this woman wants it bad…

Harry walked over towards her and started stripping off his own clothes, and by the time he'd managed it Daphne was already naked on the floor, laying on her back. Her figure was much more petite than most girls, and her tits couldn't be larger than a b-cup, but her nipples were hard and enticing, and her shape had an overall elegance that was difficult to not find sexy.

He started bending forward to position himself when Daphne's legs opened wide and her hand came up.

"Nuh uh," she said. She pointed down at her puffy, glistening pussy. "Nothing else until you use your mouth."

Harry stopped and looked at her in annoyance.

"I was going to anyway, Daph. No reason to be a bitch about it."

She was about to reply but her response fled her head at the feeling of something warm and wet stimulating her clit.

Fucking hell, how has he managed to stay single?

She lifted her legs up behind his head and pulled him in tighter, letting out a sigh of contentment. She could get used to this. Confusion filled her when the sensations stopped, and she tried to squeeze harder with her legs to remind him what he was doing, but when she looked down she found him prying her legs apart.

"Just let me do it, Daph," Harry said, obvious annoyance in his voice. "Or would you rather leave?"

Daphne looked a bit sheepish at the reprimand, and set her feet down, trying to relax into the moment. Harry made sure she was still, then leaned down and buried his face once more.

"Oooohhh…." Daphne moaned, her back arching off the ground. "Fuck, Harry…" Daphne had experienced a lot of oral, but this man was talented. She could feel every stroke of his tongue like white hot fire that traveled through her body. "Harry!… Fuck, stop! Stop!"

Harry pulled back and looked at her confused.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

Daphne looked up at his face and felt a pure need burn inside her. His face was shiny with her arousal, and he was breathing heavily as he stared at her.

"I need you inside me," Daphne practically growled. She spread her legs wide open and gave him a wild look. For his part, Harry simply gave her a smirk and crawled up his body until he was over her and his cock was in front of her entrance.

"I'm not going to use protection," Harry told her in a low voice, using his hands to get himself positioned just right.

"Fuck, if you don't stick that cock inside me right now Potter, I swear I'll—"

Harry's lips crushed down onto hers and he plunged forward, filling her up in one smooth stroke. She didn't kiss back, she couldn't kiss back, all she could do was writhe underneath him, entirely unprepared for the explosion of sensation that washed through her. This was so much more intense than using toys on herself. Would sex with any man feel this was, or was it just him? But Harry was relentless, and instead of giving her a chance to recover he started setting a rhythm immediately, pulling his lips back from hers.

"Oh… oh… fuck… oh…" Daphne was vaguely aware that things other than her cunt existed, but for a while that notion was purely academic. When her senses finally came back under her control she realized her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was bouncing back and forth in time with his thrusts. This was heaven. She wanted to experience this for the rest of her life.

"I'm… getting close…" Harry grunted.

"Fucking… better… dump that whole load… as deep as you can…" Daphne managed to get out, reaching up and cupping her own breasts. "I want to… feel it… filling up… every… empty space…"

Harry, who had already been having trouble with how tight and warm Daphne was, couldn't restrain himself at hearing the words Daphne was groaning out. He tensed up, pushing in as deep as he could, and felt himself pulse as he released several spurts. He panted, and after a few seconds moved his body to pull out, but Daphne stopped him with both her arms and legs.

"No, Harry," Daphne whispered. "Just… stay inside… for a minute…"

Harry relaxed, laying himself down on the floor next to her, still deep inside.

Daphne smiled, pure bliss running through every part of her.

I win.

"Gabby… you can't avoid looking at me forever," Fleur said in French, annoyed at the behavior of her younger sibling. They were in the hotel room they'd originally had for the birthday party packing up their things. Now that a more… permanent trip to the Isles was in their future, they needed more permanent lodging. For the time being, Daphne's house was serving as the 'base camp' for all the girls, but that wouldn't last forever either. "I know what we did makes you uncomfortable, and you wish it hadn't happened, but we were drunk and it did."

"Is that why you think I've been avoiding you Vague?" Gabby replied in exasperation. Fleur grinned at the nickname, knowing it meant Gabby wasn't truly upset with her. When Gabby had been very young, she'd had trouble pronouncing Fleur's name, and it had come out more like Flou, the French word for imprecise, vague, or fuzzy. And at times, Fleur could admit that the name even fit her, as she could be frustratingly imprecise with her meanings when she wanted. Now that they were older it was a name Gabby sometimes used to show affection and respect for Fleur being the older of the two. "I haven't been avoiding you because I wish it hadn't happened, I've been avoiding you because it scares me how much I want it to happen again!"

Fleur paused at that. She had to admit, there really wasn't another girl that could compare in beauty to her little sister, but this was a line they had always avoided crossing in the past with each other.

"You enjoyed it?" Fleur asked.

"We're Veela, Vague, of course I enjoyed a beauty such as yourself!" Gabby said annoyed. "Just like I know that you enjoyed it too!"

Fleur blushed and tried to sputter out some kind of deflection, but Gabby just laughed.

"Fleur, you may have spent your teenage years frustrated by our heritage and avoiding it, but I embraced it much more." Gabby looked at Fleur seriously. "Are you even aware how common incest is among full Veela?"

"No, you know I wouldn't be," Fleur answered, looking away. There were times that Fleur felt shame for how little she had connected with her own heritage, especially now that Gabby was grown and had decided on embracing it. So much of what made her who she was, was unknown to her. Fleur placed her last item in the suitcase and closed it.

"Fleur… I thought when you were teasing the other girls at the table during the party that you expected us to be doing this kind of thing."

"You did?" Fleur asked, looking up in surprise. "But you were so… embarrassed by it."

"I don't know any of them, Fleur, and I've only been to Britain twice." Gabby looked down and flushed. "I may be shy in front of a bunch of strangers, but with you?" Gabby reached down and fluidly lifted the summer dress she had been wearing over her head, revealing that she'd been wearing nothing underneath. "I'm not shy with you."

"Gabby!" Fleur said, looking away with a flushed face.

"Ah, but I see that you are embarrassed," Gabby said in a smug tone. "Our best chance at winning is together, like this, so I shall have to… break you of this pointless embarrassment."

Fleur looked back at Gabby with wide eyes as the younger girl closed the few steps between them and reached up to Fleur's shoulders.

"Gabby, what are you—"

"On your knees, Fleur," Gabby said, pressing down on Fleur's shoulders. Fleur was in too much shock to resist and smoothly got on her knees, her face ending up dangerously close to Gabby's smooth folds. She stared for several seconds, before Gabby spoke again. "Ah, perhaps that was… too Vague… for you." Fleur could hear the teasing in Gabby's tone. "Stick out your tongue, lean forward, and lick the juices from my 'barely legal' cunt, as you put it."

Gabby didn't wait for Fleur to comply, and the older girl's eyes widened as she felt herself being pressed forward. With few options, and a significant dampness in her own folds now, Fleur did as commanded.

"Magnificent," Gabby sighed. "We have another day or so before the Bitch's three days are up. I think you need some practice with the methods we'll be using on poor Harry."

"So then… you want to practice? For Harry?" Padma asked hesitantly.

"You can call it practice if you want," Parvati said, rolling her eyes. "I'm horny and we can't even talk to Harry for another day, Pads." Parvati frowned. "We've been taking care of each other like this since sixth year, why are you being all coy now?"

Padma shifted on the bed they were both on in the room they shared. They were both in nothing but their lingerie, and still had a few hours until the needed to make it back to Daphne's.

"Everyone saw us, Pav," Padma said. "I've never been so embarrassed."

"Pads… you told them all at the party that we get each other off."

Padma's eyes widened and she sat up straight.

"That actually happened!?" she asked. "I thought… well with the alcohol I didn't know which memories…"

Parvati couldn't help it and let out a soft laugh, reaching forward and cupping her twin's left breast.

"Okay…" Parvati said. "Lay back, I think you need the stress relief more than I do right now."

Harry made small sounds of exertion with each thrust, holding the petite hips in front of him for leverage. It was certainly different in this position, her on all fours. There was a kind of delicious depth that he could reach this way that just wasn't available before. Harry glanced up at the long blond hair and wondered how much she might protest if he just… ever so slightly gripped it for leverage.

"Mmmm… that's nice Harry…" She turned her head and looked back at him with a goofy grin. "Just make sure not a drop goes to waste. I'm supposed to be making babies, you know."

"Fuuuuck…" Harry couldn't help himself and tensed up at hearing the matter-of-fact statement slip through her lips. He plunged in as far as he could and felt himself releasing one shot after another.

"Mmmm… yes… now don't forget the tape when you pull out."

Harry, who was finally coming back to his senses, looked up at the strange girl.

"Are you sure, Luna?" Harry asked, looking at the roll of duct tape next to them.

"Quite sure," Luna said with a firm nod of her head. Harry sighed and pulled out, reaching for the tape.

"You said any time I want?" Harry confirmed, pulling a strip off the roll.

"Day or night," Luna said in cheerful tone.

Daphne performed the spell again, still not understanding the result.

Still negative? She checked the time. The spell says it can confirm pregnancy with 100% accuracy after 12 hours… why is it still negative? He filled me up twice, and I was ovulating yesterday!

Was Harry sterile? Was it impossible for him to get someone pregnant? It wasn't unheard of, but that seemed like the sort of thing he would have checked after learning of his unique responsibility.

Then what could it be? The only way I couldn't be pregnant is if—

Daphne's eyes narrowed as she felt rage begin to build inside her. One of those stupid fucking whores must have somehow got a spell on her! When she found out who… there would be blood!

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