A/N: Thank you so much for your patience. It's been a while since I uploaded again, but good news! I had to break this chapter up into two parts so it wouldn't get too too massive, so that'll be the party scenes. (Yay!) Thanks once again for reading, enjoy!

Fuck you.

"Rise and shine, Harry!" I sang cheerfully at the lump with untidy black hair on the left side of the bed as I waved my wand, conjuring a tin pail full of ice-cold water to hover over him.

The lump groaned a bit, pulling the hippogriff down feathered duvet higher up, so that only an extra poufy tuft of hair was on display. Undeterred, I crept closer and prodded it in the back of the neck with my wand. Hard. That produced a slightly louder, more miserable groan, but my useless pile of a husband/master remained resolutely buried under the covers, though he tried not so valiantly to swat me away with a sleep heavy hand.

"Come on; I've been awake for hours already. It's time to get up."

No response.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." I began to walk out of our spacious bedroom, pausing at the doorway.

I could hear Harry sigh in relief. The bastard.

I lifted my wand and, focusing on the pail, brought it swiftly down, overturning its contents onto Harry. He awoke with a yell, rolling halfway off the bed, trapped in the covers he used last night. Fighting his way out, he squinted up at me with no small amount of malice in his narrowed green eyes.

Replying quickly to his unvoiced question, I smiled benevolently at Harry. "Breakfast is in ten, and I'd prefer if you didn't come downstairs resembling a nearly drowned rat."

"Good morning, sunshine!" I chirruped as I placed a plate of full of nothing but toast at the head of the table: Harry's usual seat for breakfast.

Harry simply stumbled in, looking more or less like a zombie. A dry zombie, but still. As he sat heavily in his chair, he glared at his food with disdain, as though glaring at it would suddenly transfigure it into bacon and hash browns. Instead of commenting, he wisely chose to cast his eyes around the room, anything to avoid the subtle angry looks I could still shoot at him as I plated my own mouthwatering meal.

"I've simply got loads of errands to run today, dear." I took my place down the table at Harry's right hand, smiling as I tucked into my egg white omelet and pancake combo. He looked longingly at my plate. "With the party coming up, I just don't have enough hours in my day to get everything I need accomplished."

He grunted back at me, nibbling on the crust of the mildly burnt bread. I kept smiling between bites, savoring my food with delicate little hums and moans. Noticing that I had forgotten my drink, I stood and retrieved a glass of orange juice, setting my napkin onto my chair. As I took my seat once more, I glanced courteously at Harry, who seemed to be having a difficult time attempting to swallow his unbuttered or jellied toast.

"Would you like something to drink, darling?" I blinked at him worriedly; if he choked, I would have to perform the Heimlich maneuver and possibly spew wet crumbs all over the new dining table linens.

He nodded at me gratefully, since all the saliva in his mouth was currently in use, trying to make the toast moist enough to swallow.

"The water pitcher is over there, but I think you'll have to wash another cup out. The dishwasher's on the fritz again."

Harry glared at me with as much animosity as a man with crumbs clinging to his morning growth could, before standing to retrieve his own beverage. To his muffled outrage, and subsequently my amusement, I'd had the last of the orange juice, so he was stuck eating what could possibly have been the most bland and biblically appropriate meal ever to be seen in the 21st century: darkened bread and a cup full of tepid, room temperature water.

Warm, tanned arms wrapped themselves around my midsection as Harry ducked to kiss the nape of my neck, "You smell good."

He was attempting to put himself back into my good graces with compliments and easy affection, but he had royally screwed up this time; it would take more than five minutes of contemplation on his part to make any of this the least bit better. I suppose I simply should have been grateful that I could still have my bitter thoughts and feelings ensconced safely within my mind.

"Thank you." I replied breezily, continuing the careful application of mascara to my glamour, "It was a gift from Theo."

"Nott?" He demanded, tightening his grip on my trunk.

With an indignant gasp, I lowered the black wand and met Harry's eyes in the mirror straight on. "Of course Nott."

Smiling at my own joke, I went back to my task of making the tips of my eyelashes touch just below my eyebrow, "He gave me a bottle of perfume the last time I visited Tori for dinner."

"Did he now?" Harry asked the creamy soft skin on the side of my neck.

I hummed in quiet agreement, capping the bottle. Turning this way and that, I satisfied my need to make my glamour face perfect and went to work putting ringlets in my hair with my wand. As Harry stepped back, and subsequently out of the way, he met my eyes again, cheeks red. With anger or with embarrassment, I never knew.

"Did he say…anything else?" He asked, rubbing his hand over his five o'clock shadow.

"Not really. Just that it was a thank you gift for spending so much time at his home." I skillfully made my voice as blasé as possible, twirling my hair round and round the nine inch stick. "Since Toria's just so tired all the time with the due date just around the corner, I've been helping around their house."

"Helping? You?" I didn't have to look up from examining the ends of my perfectly curled ringlet to see the incredulous look on his stupid face.

"Yes, Potter, help-ing. It's that thing that nice fellows like you do, just for the heck of it. You know. Helping."

"Oh, I know what helping is, Draco. I just didn't think that you did."

Fuck you, Harry. "Well, I do. Moreover, I've been doing it. Loads of times."

Giving up on curling the back of my hair by hand, I merely chanted a basic hair spell that Tori had given me that duplicated the style of the front, in the back. I spritzed my finished product with a non-sticky, twelve hour holding spray, extraordinarily pleased with the final product. As I picked up a tube of sinfully red lipstick, Harry spoke up again.

"Where're you going all dressed up like that, 'Co?"

"Out." I deliberately kept my answer short as I ran the lipstick over my mouth slowly, outlining the contours in a seductive fashion.

"With whom?" He'd noticed that I was finished with my hair and approached me again with a determined look in his wide, expressive eyes.

I counted to five in my head, then turned around to peer into my husband's face without a shred of guilt or remorse on my perfect, pouty face. He looked livid, but only Harry Potter livid, which to normal people, was simply annoyed.

"With Theo, Harry. And before you ask, no, Tori isn't coming too. She's much too tired to go out at night and Theo bought tickets to go see a Muggle play at the Gershwin Theatre in New York. I couldn't possibly have let them go to waste, so I volunteered to take her place."

I smiled inside when I shouldered past Harry, seeing the stricken look of horror frozen on his face. Exiting the bathroom and fairly floating into the closet, I cautiously pulled the short black dress I'd laid out over my head, trying to preserve my hair and lips. It was simple, but elegant; the front was ruffled, giving the impression of some kind of bust and the hemline fell several inches above my knees, showing off my long, shapely legs.

"You aren't going to that theater, Draco." Figures that he'd shadow me in.

"Oh, but, I am. And afterwards, I'll go out to dinner in Wizarding Paris. It'll be a nice change from planning this….f-f-fantastic party."

I'd meant to drop a well placed f-bomb, but the word had evidently been placed on the list of "spiteful" words that I wasn't allowed to use. I walked over to my shoes and retrieved a pair of black rounded toe wedges that emphasized the sleek muscles of my calves.

"Then why don't you and I go out? It'll be just as fun and you wouldn't have to keep up the girl charade with me."

I bent over to tuck my heels into the shoes before facing Potter with a bland, nearly scolding look upon my face.

"I think not; it'd be far too rude for me to duck out on him with such short notice."

I turned to my jewelry cabinet and plucked a pair of teardrop pearl earrings off the little satin pillow they had been resting on. Holding them up to the light, I shook my head and put them back in their place, picking up a pair of dangling grey sapphire earrings in their stead.

"Well, it's rude to me for you to just disappear into the night without so much as a 'How do you do?'."

Looking into the mirror as I fastened my jewelry, I huffed out a sigh, "It's barely seven o'clock. It's not as though I'm planning on staying the night at their home, Harry."

"I'm serious, Draco. I want you home by midnight. Not a minute later."

I ignored him, focusing instead, on loosening the wedding band on my left ring finger.

"Why are you removing your ring?" A touch of hysteria colored his voice along with the hint of jealousy that had been edging in ever since he'd walked into the house that afternoon.

"It doesn't match my outfit, Harry. I can't have jewelry that clashes."

With a final tug on my slender finger, I slipped it off and into the glass case I always put it in when I removed it.

"You're wearing the sapphire earrings, though! They match the grey ones in your ring perfectly." Harry exclaimed, exasperated.

"Yes, but not the emeralds, Harry."

I went on to grab the soft satin clutch that matched the bow on my shoes, shoving my wallet, a pack of gum, a travel wand, and my lipstick inside.

"I'll be leaving now. Don't forget to feed yourself; there's meat and veggies and whatever else you might need inside of the refrigerator."

I strutted over to where Harry was standing motionlessly by the entrance to our walk-in and kissed the air beside both of his cheeks twice. I lifted a hand slowly to the side of his face, gripping his jawline, my nails barely pressing into his skin.

"Don't wait up." I commanded teasingly, a challenging look in my eyes.

I scrunched his face up, forcibly puckering Harry's lips and planted a feather light kiss on them, leaving the tiniest hint of red color.

I moaned wantonly as I rose up and down, bouncing myself on Harry's cock, my barely there curls flopping up and down with me.

"Oh gods, Draco! Yeah!" he yelled enthusiastically, tightening his grip on the folds of fabric resting on my trim waist, thrusting up with me.

Ignoring my bedmate, I resettled myself, grinding back and forth on Harry's cock. The steady on-off pressure on my prostate felt beyond heavenly, rocketing me to my orgasm far faster than when Harry was in control. I should be grateful he hadn't locked me in a tower or something. It was a wonder that we were having sex at all though, given the way I'd been received when I walked in.

I'd come home just after one in the morning, a little tipsy and slightly worse for the wear. My normally pin-straight hair had begun to fall and my eyes looked a little shadowed from tiredness. The moment I'd stepped on the door, Harry had set upon me, rubbing his hands slowly up and down my body as though he could sense whether or not some other man had put his hands on me. Obviously he could when he yanked me into the bedroom, demanding why he felt six other men's signatures on me.

I flopped down on our bed, tossing my travel wand in the general direction of the trashcan and waving the real one at my glamour to clean up the image, removing the sloppy traces of eyeliner and mascara.

"I'm waiting." He ground out, crossing his arms to make himself more menacing.

"Did you ever think, p'rhaps, that I went out dancing, too? Maybe I didn't want to just sit down while everyone else had a good time twirling around with their partners." I fought to make my voice steady; the four or five drinks I'd consumed earlier that evening didn't really help with that at all. "I deserve to have fun sometimes, Harry! I can't just sit around here waiting to get preggers; I'll go mad!"

"Then why not read a book? Or go for a walk?" He tossed his hands up in a clear show of frustration.

I stood, glowering up at the stubborn man in front of me. "Because I don't want to be trapped in this house for the rest of my life with little reprieves now and then. I want to lead my own life, Potter, not just an extension of yours. I'm my own person."

A slow wicked smile started on his face, a sure sign that he'd had a few drinks of his own that night, most likely with the Weasel, who was still celebrating his promotion at the Ministry of Magic.

"But you aren't your own person, Draco. You're mine."

Unthinkingly, I reached up to strike him across the face. With his honed Auror reflexes plus his natural Seeker skill, I should have expected to fail. He caught my wrist, bending it backwards just enough to hurt.

Through clenched teeth, I hissed, partly in anger and partly in pain. "Let. Me. Go."

He shook his head, chuckling at me. I wasn't sure where he got the raw nerve to actually laugh in my face, but I knew that I didn't care for it. The Harry that I'd been pushing for the last two months clearly wasn't the Harry that was towering over me right now.

"How about you give me a little kiss first? After all, you do owe me after that little stunt you tried to pull."

He tried to pull me closer, though I dug my heels deep into the cream-colored carpet. Shaking his head at me again, he muttered under his breath, causing me to rise no more than four inches into the air. I scowled at him, tucking my lips under my teeth. With another vaguely villainous laugh, he rolled his eyes at me.

"That was an order, Princess."

Suddenly, the part of me that was able to resist Harry's indirect commands snapped, pursing my lips out obligingly for him. With a steady chant of curse words going round and round my head, I watched Harry draw closer with wide eyes. His hand slipped from my wrist to catch at my elbow, steadying me, while his other hand made itself at home on my lower back, pushing my pelvis toward his, where I could see "Little Harry" was becoming very interested in the proceedings.

"Hey!" I cried, "this isn't fair, Harry!"

As much as I tried, I couldn't pull away from the overwhelming force. I could stall it, though, as an attempt to talk some sense into him. It worked; he did pause for a moment.

"Newsflash, Draco. Life isn't fair. Ever. If it were, neither of us would be here. I wouldn't have a scar on my forehead and both of our parents would still be alive. So deal with the cards you're dealt, my love." He kissed the top of my head, shooting me a gentle look, "and the cards I've been dealt with as of right now are looking pretty damn favorable."

He ran a few fingers through the silky blonde almost-curls dangling just over my shoulders, looking me in the eyes. He was searching for something, whether it was the true source of my animosity or forgiveness for what was going to transpire. Whatever it was, Harry seemed to locate it and carried on, securing a heavy hand behind my neck to drag his slightly chapped lips against mine.

The kiss was soft, but not gentle. The pressure of his mouth on mine was hard and desperate, a continuation of the search that his eyes had started. As his fingers bore down more upon the tender skin of my neck, his tongue fought for entry to my lips. It was unlike anything we'd shared since his declaration, all bitter and regretful but determined. If I were to give it a flavor it would be one not unlike that of a properly made keylime pie.

The longer I held out against him, the more agitated Harry grew, even grabbing my bare bicep to squeeze, obviously trying to make me gasp and therefore open my mouth, but until he gave the order and actually forced me to accept his tongue into my face, I'd stand firm. Harry and the world had taken a lot from me: my freedom, my family, my wand, my happiness, even my freewill. However, one thing they could not take away was my stubbornness; I'd resist Harry subtly until the day I died if it meant causing him trouble. I knew that it was wearing him down and pissing him off, but I couldn't help it, I just wanted to give him the middle finger as much as I could with the dumbass restrictions he'd placed upon my person.

All at once, Harry broke away from me, scowling and flushed, breaths heaving out of his chest as though he'd been flying for hours.

"Fine, we'll do this your way. Take your clothes off."

My body jolted as it recognized an explicit command and my fingers automatically reached down to my hemline to pull my dress up and over my head. I shot Harry what I believe was a very convincing hurt and angry look as I divested myself of the sinfully soft clothing and began toeing off my very expensive, very painful shoes.

"I hope you know that I'll hay-h-ha-have to continue to bear a grudge against you if you don't quit this nonsense right now, Auror Potter."

Harry wasn't paying the least bit of attention to the words that were spilling shakily out of my mouth, instead focused on the pale bits of skin that I'd unwillingly revealed by following my instructions. He had that look on his face, the one that meant his mouth was watering on the inside and that I had no chance in hell of dissuading him from fucking me.

"Do I look like I give a good goddamn?" he curled his lips up at me, spelling his own shoes to his side of the closet. "Leave your underwear on and come undress Daddy like a good girl, hmm?"

I'd been just about to peel my silky pink panties down when he issued the statement, but froze and walked stiffly the few inches closer. The request had been just that- a request, stated in the form of a question instead of as an order that I had to obey. Regardless, his declaration had been laid down on me for the remainder of the party planning time and wished for me to obey Harry completely, even if it wasn't strictly necessary.

"C'mere, Coco." He crooned at me, that seductive smirk never leaving his face, taking my tiny hands in his and bringing them to the buttons of his shirt. "Start here."

Mechanically and systematically, my fingers moved swiftly down the front of the button-up, revealing more and more of his broad, tanned chest. Heavy breaths dragged out from his chest and he gazed down at me, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"You wanna play with Daddy, Coco? Make Daddy feel good, baby?" A hand reached up and plucked a wavy almost-ringlet.

"I know you do, honey, but," the unfathomable expression left and I knew instantly what he was going to make me do, "I want you to tell me. Come on, Coco, tell me how much you want to bounce on my cock."

The response was nearly instantaneous.

"Oh, fuck, I wanna bounce on your cock so bad! I want it so far in me that I can't breathe anymore! I want you to stick it in me t'il it chokes me." I begged shamelessly and breathlessly, miserable tears leaking onto my cheeks, "Please, please Daddy will you let me have your big fat cock in my slutty little hole? Please?"

Harry knocked my knees out from under me and deposited me heavily onto our bed, leaning over me predatorily.

"Well, honey, since you begged so prettily." He reached behind him and drew his wand out of his back pocket, "Now, let me see that tiny little hole I'm supposed to be getting inside."

He waved it carelessly, removing the last vestiges of my clothing.

"C'mon, bunny." He flipped me over none too gently and took hold of my hips, dragging my lower body up until I was kneeling with my arse in front of his face. "Stay still for Daddy, yeah?"

His breath ghosted across my trembling hole and I shivered. It was going to happen. Harry was going to end up fucking me before the night was over, so why fight him? I'd much prefer a gentle session to him lording his power and authority while heaving and thrusting over me.

"Yeah." I breathed, folding my arms and resting my head sideways on them.

His soft, puckered lips met the skin of my left arse cheek and a soothing hum tickled the sensitive flesh. I shifted my weight a bit, anxious for the real pleasure to begin. Soft kittenish licks came next, lapping at my skin as though he couldn't get enough of the texture. I let out an answering hum of contentment, closing my eyes so that I could properly enjoy the experience. The little licks turned into strong strokes that took up more and more surface area, lighting my nerves on fire with anticipation. He paused in his Draco-devouring and moved back, replacing the side of his whiskered face with a calloused palm that began rubbing slow circles on my pert bottom.

"You like that, baby? You like it when Daddy gives you rewards?"

"Uh-huh. I love it when Daddy gives his baby rewards." I scooted back a fraction, pushing my arse into the comforting but arousing hand.

"Oh, but does my baby deserve a reward tonight?" The previously loving hand came down upon me sharply, a loud smack echoing through the warm, empty room. "Does she? After running off with another man and coming home with the signature of others? After ignoring her Daddy for weeks and taking off her wedding ring, does she deserve my tongue on her filthy little opening?"

While freakishly hot, his dirty talk was demeaning. Plus the blow to my poor defenseless bottom hurt. The man didn't know his own strength sometimes.

He peppered a few more moderate to light (by Harry's measurement) smacks on the reddening area before addressing me again, "Baby? Daddy wants an answer." He punctuated the end of his sentence with another slap right on top of my crack.

I cried out, my cock swinging forward from the force and stabbing into my navel. Gee, didn't that feel delightful. Well, the spanking wasn't so bad; I had an authority kink and Harry got his rocks off by being able to dominate me, but the cock to the belly wasn't all that fun.

"No, Daddy." I choked out, my fingers digging into my biceps with the power I had to use to restrain myself from popping Harry right back. "I don't deserve it."

"I know you don't, baby doll. And so do you, Astoria, and Theo. But I love you anyway, silly goose, and I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue and fingers." A delicious moan reverberated in my chest, "Not because you love it, but because I do. I love watching you come apart while I taste your sweet tang on my tongue."

A few more strikes to the surely burgundy skin and he was finished with the makeshift punishment. True to his word, he carefully spread my cheeks and laid a playful, sweet peck dead in the center of my entrance. I moaned, throaty and low, arching my back at the fleeting kiss on my sensitive pucker. Encouraged, Harry licked an unhurried stripe up then down my crack, pausing at my hole to stab at it , nearly breaching it with a flick of the pointed muscle.

"Oh, gods." I groaned, tentatively reaching back and threading my long, painted fingers through the silky black locks to semi-anchor him to my ass, not knowing whether he would give me a smack for it or not.

Harry nearly went into a frenzy, kicking up his pace, spit dripping down the inside of my cheeks to my balls. The cool, wet feeling pricking on my perineum had me squirming around, barely able to keep on my knees, especially when he rolled his tongue up and began steadily pushing it past the ring of tight muscles.

"F-fuck Harry!" I whined, clenching my fistful of his hair and grinding my ass back on his face.

He broke away from my hold to look at me hungrily, both of our eyes glazed over, the bottom half of his face glistening in the dim lighting of our bedroom.

"I love it when you call out my name, baby. It's so hot when you scream for me. You're just so fucking beautiful."

"Yeah?" I panted, my bottom lip pinned beneath my top teeth.

"Yeah." He confirmed, before reaching out and freeing my lip with his thumb.

The smidgeon of red that remained on my lips transferred onto his finger, leaving a rose-colored smear. He stared at it, nearly transfixed, then grasped me by my hips, where there would surely be tiny blue finger marks tomorrow, flipping me over and onto his lap, his heavy cock slotting itself just above my hole. I wriggled halfheartedly, but wrapped my arms and legs around Harry, my fingers burrowing back into the soft strands. He pressed his lips to mine once, twice, three times, but before either of us could deepen it, backed away, shaking his head.

"I told you I was going to finger you before I fucked you, didn't I?" he whispered to my cheek.

I keened, my hole giving a twitch and a spurt of precome oozed out of my cock. He lifted his hand and lewdly slicked his thick middle finger up, his eyes dark and face flushed. Following his finger's path to my ass with cock-hungry eyes, I writhed when he pushed it hastily in me, already curling his finger up to stroke my prostate. I sunk my sharpened nails into his scalp, screwing my eyes closed at the too-sharp pleasure. It felt like too much and not enough and far too dry, but at the same time perfect. He sensed my slight discomfort and wordlessly summoned the bottle of slick we keep in the bottom drawer. Instead of removing his digit, the bottle tipped just above my crack, drizzling the sticky wet substance onto the rest of the fingers on his hand. Changing pace, he shoved his ring and index finger into me, effectively loosening the muscles just enough for the actual cock to ass penetration not to be exceedingly painful, which was good enough for me.

"Harry," I licked my dry lips, trying to look as fetching as humanly possible, "just put it in me. I can't wait any more."

I felt his heart rate kick up through his neck, and suddenly my world was being slanted. Harry had lain back on the fluffy pillows of our bed, looking down at me with cloudy emerald eyes.

"You want me so bad, Princess?" he rubbed the remainder of the lube onto his violently red cock, "Ride me."

I hastily scrambled back from the position I'd landed in, taking hold of my lover in one hand and positioning him at my entrance. The blunt force of the huge head stung, but was thankfully familiar. I could feel every beautiful, thick inch as it entered my body, stretching me to accommodate his above average girth. At last, his fuzzy pubic hairs met my still sore bottom, and I sighed in relief that there was no more left to take. His large hands situated themselves on my prominent hipbones, a few of my golden strands of hair accidentally getting caught with them. Harry leered at me and, in a sex-drenched voice, commanded:

"Bounce for me, baby."

Blinking into consciousness the next morning, I couldn't help the wide grin that was spread across my face. Harry, likewise, looked very sated and warm and loveable. The sex had been wonderful as it always was, and I had fallen asleep relaxed as I always do, and everything felt like the way it did before things got all wonky. Before Harry and I started fighting. I cooed in delight; Harry and I were going to work on our marriage and have all those little kids that we both want and live happily ever after, like in the second year of our marriage. Back when the sex was loud and frequent. Back before- my stomach clenched as it came rushing back, wrecking my morning after glow. Before the party. The party that I had been planning for months. Today's party. Oh. Shit.