Chapter 11
Harry woke slowly, comfortably warm and surrounded by the magic of those he trusted.
"Morning love." Hermione said and cast the mouth cleaning charm on him, and then a spell that relieved his full bladder.
Before he could even open his eyes in surprise Daphne wrapped him in a tight, but not stifling embrace and lay her head on his shoulder so she could slowly kiss his neck. Each kiss sent a very gentle burst of her magic into him.
His witch's lover had slipped past his resistance and he gladly accepted this gift from her. She wore his ring and would one day be his wife, there was no reason to push her away, unless Hermione wished it, but she had instead made every effort to help them get to this point.
Hermione helped him sit up and then removed his shirt, shushing him when he began to protest. Daphne hesitated before sliding her hands down his sides and delicately over his scarred back. The gentle kisses to his neck moved up to just under his ear and grew longer, slower, with a much greater flow of her magic. As her gentle touch lingered on one of his scars hot tears dripped onto his shoulder.
"Has anyone tried to heal these?" She whispered into his jaw.
"No," he managed to push out through his tight throat.
"We shall, and House Black demands vengeance." The intensity of her statement was accompanied by a wave of magic that went straight to his cock.
"Not yet Daph." Hermione said gently and directed him to lie on the bed, with Daphne's help, she laid him down and they cuddled tightly into his sides. This left them each with only one arm, as their other was folded to hold their heads up.
"Everything will be ok love." Hermione said, her hand easing into his pants to straighten out his folded member, not pushing him to remove his pants. Once it was no longer causing him pain she withdrew her hand and traced lazy patterns on his stomach.
Though the blonde was well aware of her lover's actions she kept her attention on his face and her free hand in the short hairs of his chest. "I'll not leave your side." Daphne said. "It is my right to be with you throughout the trial." Her hand met Hermione's and their fingers intertwined before pressing lightly on his stomach.
He was rather surprised at the sudden shift in topic, if anything he'd expected questions about the previous night. "Thank you." He said and then remembered something that seemed to happen days ago. "Before we went to Gringotts I was talking to Marlene. She was using a mirror to speak with Madam Bones, the head of magical law enforcement. She, Madam Bones that is, said that Marlene would tear apart the charges if Fudge forced a trial."
"That's really good news." Hermione said.
"Well." Daphne said and hesitated to continue but did after a moment. "It means she will have to reveal her identity. It's one of the reasons their War Robes conceal them. Kind of like if you could remove your scar so no one recognized you. Once she's known the criminals might attack her because she's a Hit Witch."
"Yeah, it would be great not to be known." Harry said and hugged both girls for a moment. "Will she lose her job over it?"
"No, but she might quit anyway." Daphne said, her hair tickling his arm as she did so, making him twitch. "She will need more freedom to go after Death Eaters than she has now."
"Will what's in her vault help her?" Hermione asked.
In a soft voice, just above a whisper, she answered. "My grandfather, Aunt M's father, was killed by Voldemort shortly before his downfall. The destruction they caused in that fight was immense. There used to be a second wizard village, like Hogsmeade, called Oakwallow, it no longer exists. Though grandpa was killed he did hurt the Dark Lord, no one reported seeing him for almost a month. Anyway grandpa willed everything to Aunt M. The McKinnons have long fought against the Dark. I have knights of the Round Table, among my ancestors. Like Potter, Bones and Longbottom, they have been among the families every Dark Lord or Lady tries to destroy first. As such our lines have suffered greatly."
"And Marlene is the very last to bear that name?" Hermione asked with a strange tremble in her voice.
"She is." Daphne said. "As Harry is the last Potter."
"Do you know what's in the vault?" Harry asked after they lay there quietly for a few minutes. Hermione was dragging Daphne's finger around on his chest.
Daphne shrugged. "I'm not sure. It was said that grandpa's robes were actual battlemage ones from long ago, I don't know if it survived the battle that took his life. Whatever it is, it seemed to be sentient the way the Overlord spoke of it. Aunt M. was only sixteen at the time and decided to seal it in the family vault until later. I don't know why."
As they lay there cuddling he drifted off, waking later when Daphne levered herself up to sit beside him and pulled her nightgown off over her head. She blushed a bit as Harry's attention immediately focused on her, Hermione helped lift his head by moving her arm under it and putting his glasses so he could see quite clearly.
"We don't want to push you too far love." Hermione said as Daphne sat topless on their bed. "But we will move forward."
Her blush reached nearly to the top of her gorgeous breasts and he was instantly fascinated by them. They were very similar to Hermione's as such things are meant to be, but slightly different in shape and color. Daphne's breasts were higher on her chest, and a bit smaller while her nipples were a healthy pink.
"I figured you have a memory of the bottom half, you ought to see the top as well."
In spite of the distractions in front of him he felt anger and that brought a scowl to his face. "That's not right, you should put your shirt back on." He said.
She looked as though he'd slapped her and Hermione hissed, "Harry!"
Daphne turned to climb from the bed, but Hermione caught her in a tight hug, "He didn't mean it like that." She said into her ear, looking angrily at him.
"He said it Mine. I heard him. He doesn't want me. I knew there wouldn't be room for me. Like Aunt M. I'll just fight until I die." The Ice Queen said into her lover's shoulder, each like a blow to him. Her sobs were nearly silent and so reminiscent of his own from the cupboard under the stairs that he flashed back to when he was six and had been thrown in there by his uncle.
"I'm sorry." He said automatically, his chest felt like a Horntail had stepped on him. How could it have gone from hugging and kissing to this?
"Explain yourself to her Harry. If I do it she'll think you're just going along with what I say to make her happy. But if this is the way you want it then so be it." Hermione's voice was not the usual warm and caring tone, this was far colder and he could tell he'd hurt her as well. She was truly in love with Daphne, she never lied to him so that was a fact he had to adjust to.
He suddenly felt like his entire future rested on this moment. Yet there was a part of him that felt this was what would always happen, he was meant to be alone, to die alone. It was hard to breathe and he felt dizzy, his world revolved around Hermione. But maybe that was where the problem was, he hadn't really believed that she was really in love with someone else, it was just something to get him to go along with a three way relationship. What if it was the other way around? What if they needed one another as much as he needed Hermione? Oh Merlin…
He looked into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, eyes that told him so much, now all he saw was her pain, pain he'd caused.
"I'm sorry Daphne." He said a bit firmer than he thought, but kept his eyes locked with Hermione's. "I was angry about what happened to you last night. I felt you were acting just because of the cruel thing the twins did to you and Ginny. I didn't want you to feel obligated. I felt this was too soon and you were not ready. But I am not your master, nor am I Hermione's. What she has given me is far more precious to me than my own life. It's hard for me to imagine you want to do the same."
While he was talking Daphne had turned her head to face him, she was still tucked tightly in Hermione's embrace and it didn't look like the brunette would ever release her. He realized then that even if he did not accept Daphne into his life she was a permanent part of Hermione's.
"I'm not happy with anyone trying to control my life." She whispered bitterly. "That was what my father always tried to do. But I love Mine, and will do anything to be with her for the rest of my life."
"And I her." Hermione said.
"I was ready that first night." Daphne whispered with a sigh, she took a trembling breath and then grew calm in an instant. "I have no reservations about giving myself to you. She trusts you, therefore I do. I do not want to be like my Aunt, she's never found someone she can trust and love."
"I want us to be together." Hermione said and turned the girl in her arms back to Harry. "Are we good?" She asked him.
That pain in his chest was back, she should never have to ask him that. "Yes, of course." His arms came up and the girls fell atop him, pushing him back on the bed, all of them crying in relief.
It was several minutes later when they calmed down. Daphne was pressed tightly against his chest, her breasts squashed up against him. "I'm going to kiss you, and Mine is going to fuck you, after that I want you to fuck me, is that alright?" She asked, her face hovering over his. When he nodded she slowly brought her freshly painted lips down to mate with his.
He hardly dared move, except to keep his lips with hers. Both of their mouths were slightly open as they gradually learned one another. Harry's arms came up, but he hesitated to wrap them around her slim torso.
"I want this." She said into his mouth. "Touch me." And her lips became more insistent, tongue snaking between his lips to brush against his.
Daphne moved herself further up his torso until her breasts were beside his head and they could no longer kiss. Then Hermione tugged his sweatpants and boxers off, freeing him at last. It didn't take long for her to strip and straddle his hips to take him into herself.
His new lover shifted to the side, brushing her breast and nipples across his cheeks and over his mouth. He latched on, on her second pass. She stilled, placed one of her arms along the bed to support herself while her free hand removed his glasses and then caressed his cheek.
He'd hardly dared imagine what being with two girls would be like. What he had thought, was not nearly as good as this. And he'd nearly destroyed it by not thinking. Hermione loved having his mouth on her, especially when he used Parseltongue. Unfortunately he still had to close his eyes for this, though she had threatened to get a snake tattooed on her bare pubic mound.
His magic surged into his Slytherin lady, making her cry out briefly in surprise at the sudden sensation. She welcomed it, pressing herself down onto him a bit harder, but aware he needed to breathe around her smothering flesh.
Daphne was startled when he hissed, her nipple was drawn taught in his mouth, the most intense pleasure she'd ever imagined went through her body. She couldn't breathe for a moment and it was fortunate that he was holding her firmly or she would have shifted violently at the sensation.
"Good girl Daph." Hermione said from behind her. She pulled the blonde's red silk panties to the side and slid her long fingers along the wet slit, pausing as she reached the nub to pinch it. "Now give him your other teat." She punctuated the order by working three of her fingers into Daphne's dripping cunt.
Daphne shifted her torso to bring her other breast to his mouth.
Hermione started working Harry to his culmination, leaning back to reach her other hand down to tickle his balls with her nails, while hooking her fingers to anchor her to the blonde. His magic was causing their hair, to float as though affected by static electricity.
She shivered in her own pleasure and flicked her head to get her hair out of her eyes, then focused her attention on moving faster, squeezing him on each stroke. The fingers of her right hand, buried in Daphne, were fucking the blonde fairly hard as she bounced on him. She twisted her arm a bit farther and was able to get her thumb over her lover's clit and pressed on it.
Harry just managed to repeat his Parseltongue performance on Daphne's other nipple and he erupted up into his Consort.
The three of them lay there, each recovering from their own peak. Hermione was first, slipping her fingers free of the sopping hole and licking them clean before sliding down on the bed and using her wand to clean them off.
Daphne rolled onto her back, her panties pulled tight along the side of her cunt, leaving the dripping slit bare. It would take the blonde a while to recover from her first encounter with Harry's talented tongue.
The fabled Ice Queen was a hot, sweaty, dazed pile of goo. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever imagined in his life, and with Hermione Granger as his lover, that was fairly amazing even to him.
The sight of her got him hard again, causing Hermione to giggle at his own dazed expression. "Go on, make my lover yours. She's all ready, maybe a bit too ready, but don't worry about hurting her. I claimed that last year."
"How?" He said, rather confused and his cock began to deflate as he was distracted.
"No." Hermione said, wrapping her fingers around his shaft making it spring back to life. "Later." She said firmly and kissed him roughly.
That had initially been a surprise, she liked it a bit rough in bed. And Merlin the things she came up with to try!
"Hareee." Daphne whined, grabbing his arm. "My turn Mine…"
"Are you sure Daph?" Harry asked her.
She gave him a lazy grin and struggled to remove her mangled panties. When she was completely nude she spread herself open him and dipped a long, red tipped finger inside herself. It then went deep into her mouth and she sucked it clean. "Yep, I'm ready and delicious."
He was over her a moment later and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock slid around as she initially tried to help. When she kept her hips still he slid into her, causing them both to freeze a moment at the perfection of it all. And then he started moving while she tried to learn how to move her hips.
"Oh, Daph." Hermione said, knee-walking around them on the bed. "Remember all those presents I gave you last year? I've got another one ready for you."
"I'm hungry, give it here."
"What?" Harry said, slowing in his fucking of this wonderful new cunt.
"Almost every time, after you and I had sex, I'd meet Daph and have her clean me out." Hermione said in her soft husky voice.
"Oh, I felt him grow." Daphne said with a grin. She pulled him down for another kiss and then pushed his chest up until he was sitting between her splayed legs.
"Put her legs on your shoulders Harry." Hermione said and squatted over Daphne's face.
The blonde eagerly reached her tongue up and went to work, wrapping her arms around Hermione's thighs.
Hermione grinned and moved Harry's hands to grope her. "Isn't she just the perfect witch? You know I claimed her back in third year, fuck her perfect cunt. Make her yours." She moaned into his ear, making him wild.
When he was getting close she snaked her hand between them to pinch one of Daphne's hard nipples. "She's got another talent you're just going to love."
He could only manage a grunt, lost as he was.
"Do it!" She said, pulling up on the nipple until it slipped from her grip.
The subsequent sibilant speech that came from below them sent Hermione to entirely new heights of pleasure. The magic she pushed into them brought both to their end as well.
Harry froze for a few seconds, every muscle in his body seemed to be clenching at once, then he collapsed to the side, taking the girls with him. He lay there panting as Hermione struggled to move, even as she experienced after shocks.
"You're a Parselmouth?" He asked when he got his breath back.
Daphne was busy wiping her face with the sheet, but nodded and answered him a moment later. "It's hereditary to the McKinnon line."
"So, her aunt has it as well." Hermione said and then dug her tongue into Daphne's dripping cunt to scoop out Harry's seed as he lay there stunned at the sight.
