A statuesque blonde made her way through the corridors of Hogwarts, taking quick strides towards her quarters. She wore an impassive mask but underneath, she was steaming. The witch known as Daphne Greengrass had just returned to the castle after dealing with a bit of family business when Malfoy had tried to accost her on the second floor. He had a bad habit of trying to act overly familiar with her anytime they crossed paths. A well-aimed Freezing Charm to his bits always rectified that, though. For a little while, at least. The bastard's bravado outweighed his intelligence however and he always came back around not long after.
How many times must she have to deal with the white-haired ferret before the message sinks into his thick skull? She thought she had finally been free of him in fourth year when it was revealed that he was not the Heir to House Black, meaning there was no marriage contract between them. When she'd heard the news, she'd been overjoyed. Not only would she not be subjected to Malfoy's insufferable ego but the person she was contracted to just so happened to be the person she'd secretly fancied for the past two years.
She should have known, however, that the ponce wouldn't just accept his loss. No, he'd spent practically every other day since trying to goad her into sleeping with him despite being shot down every single time, whether through words or her wand. It seemed that he just couldn't understand that she would never do anything even remotely intimate with him. Whether a contract existed between them or not.
Other than that, her life since finding her true betrothed had been wonderful - for the most part. The young man she'd been promised to had been nothing short of kind, understanding, and thoughtful. When he'd informed her of the existing contract, he had actually apologized that she had been put in such a position. He'd seemed to almost take the blame on himself even though the contract had been created nearly 200 years before either of them were born. When Daphne expressed her relief and quiet joy at being betrothed to him, he'd been incredibly surprised. As if the idea of someone wanting to be with him was some outlandish concept. It wasn't until later that she found out why... She shook her head to banish the thought. Revenge would come later. She and the girls were still working out the finer points of their plan.
Speaking of, Daphne knew her future husband was the Heir to two Houses once he'd shared the news with her. Luckily, he'd seemed to become quite taken with her best friend, Tracey Davis. The shock however came when she discovered he was the Heir to a third House and thus would require a third wife. Of course she never vocalized it but she had been rather concerned about who he was going to pursue to fill the position. She was borderline terrified that he would end up choosing either Granger or (Merlin forbid) the Weasley girl.
That's right, Harry Potter - or as he'd be known very soon: Lord Potter-Peverell-Black - was her betrothed. He'd been abandoned by Granger and the youngest Weasley boy when his name emerged from the Goblet of Fire back in fourth year. It wasn't until after his impressive display in the First Task(which she and Tracey had had a hand in the preparations for) that the two seemed to finally come to their senses. He'd accepted their (in her opinion) pathetic apologies but ever since, the trio's friendship had been incredibly strained. Especially after they found out about his involvement with herself and Tracey.
Weasley couldn't accept that Harry, contract or no, had chosen to spend his time with two 'slimey snakes'. Granger on the other hand seemed to resent that she was no longer the only girl in his life. And Daphne couldn't be sure but sometimes when she noticed the Gryffindor girl staring at Harry, she almost had a look of longing that went beyond friendship. And everyone could just how infatuated Ginevra was with the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. So while she knew he wouldn't, that didn't stop the nagging images that came to Daphne's mind consisting of Harry asking either Granger or Weaslette to be Lady Peverell. Luckily for her, the one he ended up choosing couldn't have been more different.
The third girl had started spending time with them when Harry had asked her to dance at the Yule Ball. It had been surprising to everyone(Harry most of all) when she'd accepted his hand. Whether it was an attempt to make up for her previous vile behavior or just to simply spite Malfoy for gaping at the French Champion all night, Daphne wasn't sure. But it didn't matter in the end because by the end of the school year, Pansy Parkinson had officially become the fourth member of their little group.
Turns out, Pansy had been under strict instructions by her father to try and appeal herself to Malfoy. Patrick Parkinson had hoped that a marriage between the two would help solidify an alliance between the Houses. Her entire pureblood supremacy act had all been a facade to gain Malfoy's favor(something she didn't even want). The real Pansy was a fierce, dry-humored girl that could actually be incredibly sweet when she wanted to be. She was the perfect addition to their little 'harem' as most people had began calling it. Between Tracey's bright and bubbly personality and Daphne's own cool and clever attitude, all three complemented each other very well. Together, they turned a shy, self-deprecating boy into a confident, self-assured gentleman. For a few short months, things were perfect.
Then the war happened...
Finding out - well, everything - about Harry's part in it all had been nearly overwhelming. Helping him with his mission, being at the forefront of the struggle, figuring out the headmaster's 'brilliant plan', and subsequently subverting said plan and been physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting. But in the end, it was all worth it.
The one downside being that Malfoy was still prancing around like the peacock he was. How the little bastard managed to avoid prison was complete bullshit. He'd successfully wriggled his way out on the basis of being underage when he took the Dark Mark. As if that excused the rape and murder he had to commit in order to get it. The thought made her blood boil. Allowing filth like him to walk freely was a proverbial slap in the face to all women. At least the new Ministry had taken a majority of the Malfoy fortune as reparations. It made her feel slightly better knowing all their stolen money was going towards assisting the victims of the war. But only slightly.
These thoughts were shoved aside the moment she stepped into the head suite, however. She'd been lucky to receive the position as Head Girl before the start of the year. Harry receiving the other badge was of no surprise but she had been certain that Granger would have been chosen instead of her. But not one to look a gift unicorn in the mouth, she happily accepted. The idea of sharing a private dorm with her future husband was too good to pass up. Speaking of, she could hear distinct feminine moans coming from his room.
Good, she thought, I need to take my mind off of these frustrating thoughts.
She silently opened the door to find a very arousing sight. At the head of the bed, lay Tracy with her curly black hair fanned out across the pillow. Her eyes were closed as her mouth formed a silent 'oh' with one hand cupping her breast while the other clutched a fistful of dark brown hair. The owner of said hair was of course Pansy. The Parkinson Heiress was on her elbows and knees with her head buried between Tracey's thighs. Her cute little ass stuck up into the air as a thick cock pistoned in and out of her sex. Harry stood at the foot of the bed with his hands gripping the petite girl's hips as he fucked her into the mattress. She watched his lean, defined muscles flex slightly every time he thrust into Pansy, sending ripples across her skin.
Judging by the sheen of sweat present on all of them, it was clear they had been at it for a while. Once they'd made the leap to physical intamacy in fifth year, it was quickly discovered that the girls had very high sex drives and once she and Harry had moved into the head suite, - Tracey and Pansy too, really - all three girls had become nigh-insatiable. Luckily, Harry was up for the task.
She could tell he was close by the way his ass clenched and decided to give him a hand, literally. She put her hands on his waist and pulled him out of Pansy who gave out an indignant moan at the loss. She turned around to see what was going on which caused Tracey to open her eyes now that she was no longer being serviced. They watched as Daphne molded herself into Harry's side, giving him a kiss as her hand grasped his manhood.
Daphne stroked the length that her fingers could barely fit around. It was long, veiny, and never failed to bring her satisfaction. In a word, it was perfect. At the moment it was covered in Harry's and Pansy's shared arousal which only served to turn her on more. The slick served as the perfect lubricant, allowing her to easily slide her hand up and down as she trailed a line of kisses down his jaw and neck. Tracey and Pansy scrambled to the edge of the bed, getting on their knees as they presented themselves to him.
"Cum for me, darling," Daphne murmured into his neck.
"Cuuum," Tracey whined, opening her mouth wide as Daphne sped up her impromptu handjob.
"Do it, Potter," Pansy teased, pushing her tits together, "Don't you want to claim what's yours?"
This had the intended affect and Harry groaned as six white ropes erupted from his hardness, coating Tracey's face and Pansy's chest. He sagged slightly as Daphne held him and continued to kiss his neck. Meanwhile, the two naked witches practically attacked each other, kissing and licking, trying to clean one another with their tongues.
"They're quite enthusiastic, aren't they?" Daphne asked as Harry watched the two go at it.
"They've been like this all day," he answered.
"Such a shame that I was too busy to be here," she responded, pretending to pout.
"Well I'd more than happy to bring you up to speed," he smirked.
"Are you sure you've got enough energy?" she smirked back. As if on cue, Harry's member stiffened again, causing her smirk to broaden.
"I think I'm up for it," he joked.
She rolled her eyes in amusement before addressing the still snogging pair, "I hope you sluts have had your fill because this," she gripped Harry's cock, "is mine now."
"Oh really?" Tracey raised an eyebrow, "I've never seen your name anywhere on it."
"It's a bit hard for you to look when it's down your throat," Pansy said dryly, "What's with you, Daph? The Goblins didn't try to fuck you over, did they?"
"Oh no," the blond girl waved off the concern, "my family has always been on good terms with them. They were just confirming my status as Head of House."
"Then why are you so... agitated?" Tracey asked.
"Malfoy," she spat.
"Right, stupid question," Tracey responded while Pansy rolled her eyes. They were all too familiar with Daphne's ongoing plight.
"Can I please finally talk to him?" Harry practically begged causing Pansy to snort.
"No because your idea of 'talking' means putting him in the hospital," Daphne replied.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Tracey remarked.
"It would be if Harry were to get caught," Daphne shot back.
"Oh please," Tracey scoffed, "as if anyone would get upset with the 'savior of the wizarding world' for cursing a former Death Eater. Especially if they're harassing his betrothed."
"The old Purebloods would," Daphne responded, "While a lot of them didn't join Voldemort, they still believed in the cause."
"If Harry were to get caught," Pansy added, "I guarantee they'd find a way to put him in Azkaban."
Tracey reluctantly nodded before smirking, "And then we'd be left without our boy toy."
"And we certainly can't have that," Pansy agreed, letting her eyes roam over the body of said boy.
"No we can't," Daphne said, running a hand over his abs.
"My eyes are up here, you know," Harry feigned indignation.
"They're part of the appeal, sweetheart" Daphne said, kissing him again, " Anyway, I'm in need of some stress relief so you two," she looked at the girls, "are going to undress me and you, my lord,' she addressed Harry, "are going to lie down on that bed."
Harry moved to lie flat on his back in the middle of the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched two of his fiancés remove the clothes of the third. Tracey began unbuttoning her light blue blouse as Pansy took away the matching travel cloak before unzipping the long black skirt. Her legs seemed to go on forever as she stepped out of it, revealing a lacy black thong and matching bra once Tracey had the shirt undone. The undergarments were similarly removed and Harry had to take a moment to admire the three girls in front of him.
Daphne's slim frame, long legs, and slightly small breasts gave her the image of a dancer; graceful and elegant. She was what muggles described as a 'classic beauty' with her fair skin and high cheek bones. Golden-blond hair and cold blue eyes gave her the look of something untouchable. And to most people, she was. She was tall for a girl, standing at just under 1.8 meters. Meaning that when she wore high heels she was actually taller than he was. Not that Harry minded. He himself was only at about 1.82.
Standing at about 1.71 was Tracey. Her dark skin looked like copper under the torch light. She was curvier than Daphne with a bigger but still modest bust. She had wide hips and an incredible ass that was noticeable even in her Hogwarts robes. Her amber-colored eyes always seemed to carry a glint of amusement and her plush lips always seemed to be smirking.
And at 1.62, Pansy was easily the smallest of the three but her petite stature was offset by having the biggest pair of tits among the three- one of the biggest in the castle, even. Her skin was a shade or two darker than Daphne's but nowhere near Tracey's. Puberty had definitely done her the biggest favor. While Daphne and Tracey had always been pretty, Pansy had been slightly awkward the first two years he'd known her. But now her button nose looked absolutely adorable on her heart-shaped face. Her dark brown hair and matching eyes further complimented her look to create an incredibly pretty image.
Yeah, he thought to himself, I am definitely the luckiest man in the castle.
"As much as I love when you look at us like that," Daphne said breathily, "I have a rather pressing matter at hand."
She crawled up the bed and over his legs until she was lying atop him, trapping his length between their bodies. He caressed her hips as she captured his lips in a heated snog. After a minute or two, she sat up and started sliding her womanhood along the underside of his hardness. She bit her lip as her soaking cunt rubbed against his throbbing cock for a few moments.
"Gods, I need you now," Daphne moaned, lifting herself off of him to line up their sexes. As she slowly sank down on him, she groaned, feeling the familiar stretch as he filled her up completely. She luxuriated in the delicious sensation of having him fully inside her for a moment before splaying her hands across his chest and beginning to rock her hips back and forth. The blond let out another groan as she chased her release.
So lost in her own pleasure, she never noticed the shuffling around behind her until she felt a hand in her back, pushing her forwards slightly. Daphne looked over her shoulder to see Pansy behind her. Before she could ask she was doing, or where Tracey was as she had disappeared from the room, Pansy ducked down and began to lavish attention on her ass with both her hands and mouth. Daphne had discovered last year that she quite enjoyed having her behind played with. Whether it was just being groped like now, anal sex with either Harry or one of the girls using a toy, even the occasional spanking, she was quite enthusiastic about any sort of bum-related activity. She gasped when she felt Pansy's tongue run over her asshole. The perverse slurping sounds filled the air along with Daphne's moans.
Between the rimming by Pansy and Harry's cock inside her, Daphne hit her orgasm much quicker than she had expected to, stilling her hips as her mouth hung open, silent for a moment until a long, drawn-out mewling sound escaped from her lips. For several seconds, she stayed like this before releasing a shuddering breath. When she came down from from her high, the witch nearly fell forward when she felt Pansy's arms wrap around her.
"You're not done yet, Princess," the brunette witch whispered in her ear. Daphne felt a long piece of rubbery plastic between her cheeks and realized with a thrill that Pansy had gotten out her strap-on. While it wasn't as big as her future husband, the fake appendage was more than enough to get the job done. She then looked down at Harry to see him smirking and also realized that he had seen this take place behind her.
The telltale sensation of the special preparation spell sent a tingle up her spine as she looked over to see that Tracy had returned and was placing her wand on the bedside table. The black-haired girl then shuffled onto the bed until she was right next to Daphne and began kissing her and fondling the blond witch's breast. At the same time, she felt Pansy begin to kiss her neck as the rubber cock she currently sported entered the newly-named Lady Greengrass's asshole.
Daphne moaned loudly as Pansy began thrusting in and out her bum. It sharply reminded her that Harry was still hard and, more importantly, inside of her, as every thrust caused Daphne's hips to rock back and forth, feeling his cock deep with her cunt. Clearly not satisfied with being passive, however, Harry sat up, his hands joining Pansy's on her waist as they began making her bounce up and down. Several mewling sounds escaped her mouth as she desperately tried to not become overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Not... fair," she said between gasps.
"Well then you're going to hate this," Tracey murmured.
Before she could respond, Harry seized her lips in a lustful snog that she hungrily obliged to. With Pansy still kissing one side of her neck, Tracey claimed the other side as the hand that had been groping her breast trailed down her taut belly and began rubbing her clit. That managed to completely destroy whatever feeble hold she may have had on reality as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Daphne couldn't tell how much time had passed, be it minutes or seconds. However long, it passed by in a blur as her senses were unable to process anything other than what her three lovers were doing to her. Between Harry's magnificent cock completely filling up her cunt, Tracey using her talented fingers to massage her clit, and Pansy's wonderful toy assaulting her ass, it was all too much. Her vision became splotchy as her climax washed over her more intensely than ever before. She was pretty sure she screamed but couldn't be sure as the experience had been just too overwhelming to recount anything accurately.
Once she finally settled back down, she felt herself go limp as she leaned into Harry, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Daphne vaguely felt Tracey retract her fingers and the toy leave her rear as Harry slowly leaned backwards to lie down. The blond witch cuddled into the man holding her and a few moments later, felt her two female partners settle in on either side of them and two more arms come to rest across her back.
"Feel better, love?" the wizard asked.
In lieu of a worded response, Daphne practically purred as she nuzzled his neck. All thoughts of Malfoy, memories of the war, and observations of vile old Purebloods were the furthest things from her mind as she drifted off for a pleasant nap before dinner. The last thought to cross her mind before sleep took her was how lucky she felt to be the same bed as the three currently surrounding her. From the age of seven to fourteen, she had absolutely dreaded becoming an adult. But as long as she had them by side, there was nothing she had to fear.