The Great Hall was alight with activity on the Friday before the Valentine's Hogsmeade Weekend. Dozens of students were still working up the courage to ask people out on a date, while loving couples made eyes at each other around the hall. It was bound to be a incredible affair in Hogsmeade as, due to the Attendants program, the Ministry always ensured that there was a grand celebration there on the weekend closest to Valentine's Day. Since Valentine's Day fell on a Monday, it would be the day before it that the students at Hogwarts would be allowed to go down to the village to relax and enjoy themselves.
Importantly, this was Harry's first Valentine's Day since being with Tracey and Daphne. He knew that he had to do something special to show just how much he loved both of them, but he was struggling to come up with the ultimate romantic day in his mind.
"Come on," Harry whinged as he walked into the Great Hall with his best friend. "You've got to at least have some ideas that could help me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Harry, it's not that hard." She brushed away the pink confetti that was falling from the enchanted ceiling. "Just do something that shows them how much you care about them."
"But I don't know what I could do that could live up to that!" Harry exclaimed. "Everything I come up with seems lackluster. What does Draco have planned?"
Hermione sighed happily. "He hasn't told me yet. He said he wanted it to be a surprise."
Harry's lips twitched upwards. "Maybe he doesn't have a clue either and he's scrambling at the last minute."
Hermione's eyes narrowed at Harry. "Draco cares a lot more about preparation than you do. He's really a romantic guy."
Harry shrugged. "I guess if you're so confident, then you have nothing to worry about," he said teasingly, knowing full well that he'd planted a seed of doubt in her mind.
"You're right, I don't," Hermione said, nodding her head along. Despite her confident words, Harry could see that she had put on her thinking face as she bit her lower lip. He let her mind run wild with all sorts of unpleasant possibilities, counting down the seconds in his head as he waited for her to finally burst.
Without warning, Hermione gave Harry a harsh shove, nearly sending him tripping over a bench. "Why the hell are you making me second guess myself?" She huffed, grumbling under her breath at Harry's laughter as he caught himself.
"Because it's funny?" Harry teased as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione made her way around to the other side and sat down across from him. Her furious gaze was still perfectly centered on Harry. "You're going to go figure out what he has planned for me," she demanded in no uncertain terms.
Harry opened his mouth to push the joke even farther, but he could see the tip of Hermione's wand poking over the edge of the table, so he backed down for the moment. "Okay, I'll figure out what he has planned," he told Hermione. At her pleased look though, he added the caveat he had wanted all along. "But only if you help me plan something for Tracey and Daphne."
Getting Hermione's help was worth the rashers of bacon she threw at his face in annoyance. Harry would do anything to make sure that this Valentine's Day was as special as possible for the two most wonderful women in his life.
The Library was quiet as Harry strode in. Most students were out and about, enjoying the weekend and securing last-minute dates for the Hogsmeade visit on Sunday. But, there were still a few upper year students around who were rushing to finish up any work so that they could relax for the rest of the weekend.
Harry paid no mind to the scattered pockets of students around the tables and in between the giant stacks of books. There was only one person he was here to see today. He made his way to the very back of the library where alcoves held private tables for students to work at in isolation away from any potential distractions.
"So, Draco," Harry said as he slid onto the free chair opposite the blond-haired man. "What're you up to?"
With an incredible groan, Draco looked up, revealing his bleary eyes and unkempt appearance. "Potter, I am trying to work," he gritted out before stifling a yawn.
"Back to Potter now, are we?" Harry joked. "And here I thought we had made real progress on that front."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Leave me alone," he said, emphasizing each word as he said them.
Harry raised his hands. "I will, but I need to ask you something first."
"No," Draco replied curtly.
"Come on, Draco, don't be like that," Harry said. "Hermione's been going absolutely mad wondering what you've got planned for your romantic Hogsmeade visit and, being the greatest best friend in the world that I am, decided to come ask you so that I could assure her that you've got something great in mind."
"It's supposed to be a surprise for her," Draco replied.
"I get that, and I promise that I won't tell her a thing," Harry lied. "I just want to reassure her that you've got everything well in hand."
"Then tell her that," Draco scowled, pushing back away from the table and stretching his limbs. "Honestly, you don't need to know every little detail." Harry felt his face tic at that, and suddenly Draco was looking at him very curiously. "What . . ." Draco murmured to himself, thinking about what Harry's reaction could mean.
Harry's mind raced, trying to scramble for an excuse. Well . . . there was one that came to mind. "Okay, you got me," Harry sighed. "I'm just trying to come up with some great ideas for my date with Tracey and Daphne and I'm struggling a lot. I just wanted to know what you had planned to see if it could inspire me."
Draco eyed him for another moment before the corners of his lips curled upwards. "Gryffindors trying to manipulate Slytherins," he muttered to himself, chuckling slightly. Harry had to bite his tongue to stop himself from revealing that he was in fact manipulating Draco. "You really want to know what I've got planned?" He asked with an amused look.
Harry nodded his head quickly. "I do."
"Alright," Draco glanced down at the mess of parchment and books on the table in front of him. "I'll tell you if you'll take notes on the history of the Bombarda Maxima curse, its properties, the effects if the spell is improperly cast, and how it can be used across a number of different applications."
"Come on, seriously?" Harry groaned as Draco pushed two books across the table to him.
Draco smirked. "It'll only take you a hour or two. Just think, is an hour or two of your life worth ensuring that you give Tracey and Daphne the best Valentine's Day they've ever had?"
Grumbling, Harry picked up the first book.
It took just under two hours for Harry to finally wrap up his note taking. He had finished after just an hour, but Draco had decided that there wasn't enough information there and so he had gotten Harry another book to go over. They had worked all the way through lunch and Harry was starving.
"There," Harry exclaimed, sliding over his notes to Draco before the ink had even finished drying.
Draco, who had chosen to nap for most of the time while Harry worked, lifted his head off of the table and quickly skimmed over the parchment before nodding his head. "Good job, Potter."
Harry let out a sigh of relief. "Now will you tell me what you've got planned for Hermione?"
"I don't have anything planned," Draco smirked.
"What!" Harry shouted as he jumped to his feet.
"I don't like to plan these things out too far in advance," Draco explained. "The spontaneity of it all is quite the breath of fresh air for Hermione."
Harry let out a loud growl of frustration and slammed his fist on the table. This was ridiculous!
Suddenly, a loud shush came from towards the front of the library, followed by the clacking of heels against the stone floor. Madam Pince was on her way and, from past experience, it wouldn't take her more than half a minute to get back here.
"Well, I've gotta go finish up my essay in my room," Draco said, returning Harry's attention back to the present issue. He was already stuffing his parchment back into his bag. However, before he could slip Harry's notes back into his bag, Harry shot his hand out and grabbed the bottom of the parchment. Draco narrowed his eyes at him. "We had a deal, Potter."
"One that you deliberately mislead me on!" Harry countered, conveniently ignoring the knowledge that he had been tricking Draco too.
Draco merely shrugged in response. "Maybe next time you should take me at my word then and leave me alone."
Madam Pince's footsteps were getting closer, and Harry really didn't want to get in trouble over this and potentially be stuck in detention over the Hogsmeade Weekend. Reluctantly, he let go of Draco's parchment. The blond boy quickly stuffed it into his bag and then swung it over his shoulder.
With one final glare, the two parted ways, slipping away to different parts of the library to avoid Madam Pince's wrath.
Well, maybe Hermione would still help him.
"What do you mean he has nothing planned?" Hermione tittered nervously as she paced around the open courtyard. She and Harry were standing away from the few other students who were out this close to supper.
Harry sighed, once more feeling annoyed that Draco had conned him into doing his work for him. "He said that he didn't have anything planned. Apparently you like 'the spontaneity of it all'."
Hermione paused for a second at that. "Well . . ." she trailed off.
"Seriously?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "But you used to always get mad at Ron and I when we'd leave things to the last minute."
"That's because you two would do it with school work," Hermione snapped. She took a few more steps and glanced up to the sky wistfully. "Draco does it for our date nights. It's very romantic."
"Somehow I doubt Tracey or Daphne would like it if I just winged it," Harry grumbled.
"Who knows," Hermione shrugged. "Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn't. But what really matters is that, whatever you plan, it comes from the heart. They'll have a good time as long as they know that you really do care about them."
"Marrying them both isn't enough?" Harry replied snarkily.
Hermione shoved his shoulder, making him stumble back a step. "You haven't married them yet," she reminded him. "And besides, everyone can get a little self-conscious sometimes. It feels great to be reminded that you're loved."
The more Hermione spoke, the more she made sense. Maybe all he had to do was what he thought was best and show Tracey and Daphne just how much they meant to him. If it came from the heart, it didn't matter what he did, right?
Harry snorted. That was a bunch of rubbish. Of course it mattered what he did!
"Hermione, I'm begging you here," Harry said, dropping to his knees in front of her. "I need some ideas. I really want to make this special. Please bestow some of your boundless wisdom upon me!"
"Get up," Hermione hissed as she blushed in embarrassment. Several of the students had turned to look at the odd-sight taking place in the middle of the courtyard.
Harry shook his head, pointedly ignoring the attention being directed their way. "Not until you promise to help me."
"Ugh, you're impossible," Hermione groaned. "Fine, I'll help you."
Harry immediately popped up to his feet and threw his arms around Hermione. "You're the greatest best friend a bloke could ask for."
"Yeah, yeah," Hermione said, patting Harry's back patronizingly before breaking apart the hug. "We can come up with a plan tomorrow morning. Right now, I'm going to get some supper."
The morning couldn't come soon enough for Harry. He had tense the entire night, not wanting to let slip to Tracey or Daphne that anything was awry. They had questioned his strange behaviour, but he just chalked it up to being nervous about an upcoming Herbology assignment. They seemed to buy it, especially given the fact that Herbology was his weakest assignment.
After breakfast, Harry left Daphne and Tracey with the promise that he'd check on them later today. He told them he'd be using their room to practice some spells with Hermione, so they should probably stay away for a bit to make sure they didn't accidentally get hit by a stray spell if they came back into their rooms.
With those checks out of the way, Harry hurried back to his rooms to find Hermione already there waiting for him. He let her in and the two of them got situated at the large table Harry, Tracey, and Daphne usually did their homework at.
"Okay," Hermione began once they were finally seated, "do you have any romantic ideas at all about what you could do at Hogsmeade?
"A few," Harry said reluctantly. Truthfully, they didn't seem like anything special. "Well, Daphne's been talking about going to Dogweed and Deathcap to get more potions supplies, and Tracey really wanted to stop by Gladrags. Honeydukes is a must go, of course, and Scrivenshaft's. Once we got those out of the way, I was thinking about going to the Three Broomsticks for lunch because I heard Madam Rosmerta had a Valentine's special lunch on."
As Harry listed off his ideas, Hermione nodded her head at each one and gave him an encouraging smile, but Harry knew that his plans weren't exactly the most romantic. Once he wrapped up, Hermione glanced back down at the notes she had been taking. "Going to the shops first makes sense," she confirmed, "but I don't know if the Three Broomsticks is the best place to go for a romantic lunch. The place will be packed full of people."
Harry grimaced. Yeah, that had been his fear too.
"Why not try one of the restaurants further down in Hogsmeade?" Hermione suggested.
"I don't know of any," Harry said.
"Well, there is a nice French restaurant Draco took me to once," Hermione told Harry, a small smile coming to her face as the memory filled her mind.
Harry had flashbacks to his fourth-year and dealing with all of the odd French dishes at Hogwarts. He shook his head firmly. "I don't think that'd work. I don't even know if they like French food," he sheepishly admitted.
"Okay, well," Hermione paused in thought again. "There is an Indian place down there too."
Now that was a good option . . . only, Tracey wasn't the best with spicy food. But there were bound to be a few mild options. "I'll put that down as a maybe," Harry said, scratching the idea down on his own piece of parchment.
"There's always-"
Hermione's voice was cut off as the door to their room burst open.
"You've gotta hide me!" Sirius Black, Harry's Godfather, cried out as he dashed inside, slamming the portrait door closed behind him. He leapt directly over the couch and cowered behind it, out of sight of the doorway.
Before Harry and Hermione could have the chance to ask what was going on, the door to Harry's room opened again, revealing Lily and James Potter. The pair were red-faced and looking positively furious as they stormed into the room.
"Harry, dear, have you seen Sirius anywhere?" Lily asked sweetly.
Harry gulped. He had heard that tone of voice only a few times before. It only came out when Lily was really, really mad about something, and revenge for whatever slight was sure to follow.
Sirius shot Harry a pleading look. Harry tried to not be took obvious as he looked at Sirius out of the corner of his eye. The man had his hands clasped together in front of his face, virtually begging Harry not to give him up.
"Well?" Lily prompted, raising an eyebrow and placing her hand on her hip. Her wand twirled slowly in her other hand, the tip already lit a vibrant red.
"He's behind the couch!" Harry exclaimed.
"TRAITOR!" Sirius shouted and sent a hex Harry's way. But Harry was already dodging out of the way, throwing himself to the side and letting the hex sail harmlessly overhead.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Lily yelled.
Sirius ducked beneath the curse and held up his hands defensively. "I give," he surrendered.
Harry cautiously peered out overtop of the table to see his parents walking up to Sirius. Hermione, who had been out of the crossfire, looked on curiously too. "What did he do this time?" Harry asked his parents.
Lily's face grew even redder. "He just came bursting in to my office when James and I were having a private discussion!"
"They were having sex," Sirius stage-whispered across to Harry and Hermione.
"Sirius!" Lily hissed and fired off a quick stinging hex that struck the back of Sirius' hand, making the man yelp.
"What?" Sirius exclaimed. "I'm sure Harry knows all about sex at this point. Besides, presumably he knows how he was made in the first place, right?" Sirius paused and looked over at Harry. "You do know how-"
"Yes," Harry interjected. "I know, Sirius."
Sirius nodded seriously. "Good."
Lily let out a long, frustrated sigh. "The door was locked for a reason, Sirius."
"Yeah," Sirius drawled. "But I like to think of locks as more of a suggestion than a strict rule. I can't help my innate curiosity."
James chuckled at that, causing Lily to glare at her husband.
"Besides," Sirius continued, "it's not like its going to matter come tomorrow anyway."
Hermione's brow furrowed. "What do you mean it won't matter tomorrow?"
Sirius grinned over at her. "The Ministry decided that the Attendants Program has been such an early success in increasing the birth rate that they want to open up public sex to the entire general public!"
"Really?" Harry and Hermione exclaimed. There had been talks about passing a law like this for years, but it had never gone through the Wizengamot. The Attendants Program had been as far as most were willing to go, but evidently the results were prompting further changes.
"Mhmm," Sirius hummed. "It's going to be trialed in a few places first before it becomes open to everyone. Naturally, the first site will be Hogsmeade and, by extension, Hogwarts."
Lily huffed. "It's not like we'll be partaking in this, Sirius."
James looked so put out that Harry couldn't help but laugh at his father's reaction. "We won't."
"No," Lily hissed. "As a professor, I have to set a good example for the students."
Sirius' lips twitched upwards. "Wouldn't a good example be teaching the students how to have safe sex in public?"
Sirius yelped as he dodged another hex sent his way by Lily. He rolled out of the way and ran over to cower behind Harry, using his godson as a human shield. Harry laughed, holding his hands up in surrender as Lily pointed her wand at them. "As great as this has been, Hermione and I need to get back to work."
"We can help!" Sirius exclaimed, eager to change the topic so that Lily would be less likely to hex him. He snatched Harry's parchment off of the table. "What are we working on? Transfiguration? You know that your dad and I were-"
"The youngest animagi ever at Hogwarts," Harry finished for him with a smile. "I think you've told me once or twice. But no, it's not any school work stuff."
Lily and James both walked over to the table. "What is it you're working on then?" James asked.
"Valentine's Day date ideas!" Sirius exclaimed. "Oh Harry, I'm hurt that you didn't come to me right away with this. You know how charming I am."
"I didn't know you were at Hogwarts," Harry pointed out.
Sirius waved him off. "Well, now you know. And I think I have the perfect solution for you."
Harry perked up eagerly. "What?" He asked.
Sirius fixed his messy hair and grinned at his godson. "First, you take them out on a romantic ride on your motorbike-"
"I don't have a motorbike," Harry interjected.
Sirius continued on as though he hadn't even heard Harry. "Then you take them to a sketchy bar and get into a fight with the toughest guy in sight. Women love a bad boy. Then, you take them back somewhere private and put the moves on them."
"Put the moves on them?" Harry rolled his eyes at his godfather's terminology.
"I'd be a lot more descriptive, only . . ." Sirius eyed Lily warily, who was still twirling her wand in her fingers.
Harry chuckled and thought over his godfather's idea for a second. Then, he instantly discarded it. "I don't think getting into a fight at a sketchy bar is the type of thing Daphne or Tracey want to see on Valentine's Day."
"Too right," Lily nodded. She leaned forward, catching Harry's eye. "They want to be wooed. You have to show them how much they mean to you, how much you love them. Do something romantic, like breakfast in bed and set them a warm bath filled with rose petals."
Harry nodded along, those were both good ideas. "But we'll be at Hogsmeade this weekend. What should I do there for the date?"
"Well, there is the Three Broomsticks," James piped in.
"That's not very romantic," Lily pointed out.
James looked offended. "You seemed to love it when I took you on dates there."
"That was because I was with you, not that the Three Broomsticks was an especially romantic place," Lily countered.
"It sounds like you want him to go to Madam Puddifoot's," James shivered.
"That's not what I'm saying at all!" Liy exclaimed.
"I don't know, it kinda sounded like you were saying that," Sirius chimed in, stirring Lily up.
Lily rounded on him. "Don't you start too, Sirius."
"At least I gave him practical date advice," Sirius replied.
"I gave him great advice!" Lily shouted.
"Not for a Hogsmeade date!"
Harry and Hermione watched as Lily, James, and Sirius devolved into a bickering argument over who had the best date advice. With a heavy sigh, Harry met Hermione's gaze and gestured towards the door out of his room.
Roaming the halls of Hogwarts, Harry kicked at a scrap piece of parchment that someone had dropped. "Why does this all have to be so complicated," he complained.
"It doesn't have to be," Hermione replied, touching his arm comfortably.
Harry grumbled under his breath and kept walking. Why couldn't he come up with a brilliant plan that would wow Daphne and Tracey? He wanted them to have a perfect day, and he wasn't able to come up with anything that met his standards.
"I think I'd just like to walk around for a while and think," Harry told Hermione.
She gave him a sympathetic look and nodded her head. "I'll be back in my room if you need me," she said before departing.
Harry started to roam the halls of Hogwarts without a destination in mind. He was just thinking over all of the suggestions he'd received, along with any other ideas his mind could come up.
After nearly an hour of this, Harry was ready to give up for the day. He didn't feel any closer to a solution, and all it was doing was making him more and more frustrated.
Just as he started to turn around to head back towards his room, he was stopped by a voice calling out his name.
"Harry!"
Harry spun around to see Ron walking down the corridor with a bright smile on his face. "Hey," Harry called back weakly.
Ron seemed to sense his mood immediately. "You alright?" He asked, and Harry knew it wasn't just meant as a greeting.
"Ah, just a bit frustrated is all," Harry admitted. "I've been trying to come up with the perfect date idea for Valentine's Day, but I haven't come up with anything good enough yet."
"Oh," Ron replied slowly. "But . . . well, they love you, don't they?"
"They do," Harry answered with certainty.
Ron nodded his head as though he had known the answer all along. "Then it doesn't matter what you do. There's no one perfect date idea; you just have to show them that you love them too."
Harry grimaced. Hermione had said similar things earlier in the day, but could it really be that easy?
"I don't know," Harry muttered. "It doesn't feel like its enough."
Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "It doesn't matter what you feel about it; if Tracey and Daphne think its amazing, then that's all that matters."
Harry stopped to think for a moment. He thought back to all of the times that Daphne and Tracey had ever told him that they loved him or had been happy with something he did for them. There were countless times that they said they loved him when he hadn't done anything special. Other times he'd simply caught them looking at him with love and devotions in their eyes when they'd be going about their normal activities throughout the day. He hadn't done anything special then.
"The three of you love each other," Ron continued, "so why not have a private lunch together? Get your family's elves to set up a picnic or something somewhere just outside of the village. You'll have a bit of privacy, some bloody good food, and each other."
Harry chuckled as Ron finished speaking. How had Ron come up with such a good idea. The more Harry thought about it, the more Ron's idea won him over. "Seems your emotional range of a teaspoon grew a bit bigger this year, huh?"
Ron grinned. "Everyone's gotta grow up sometime, right?"
Despite the gentle snow on the ground, the winter chill couldn't be felt on Hogsmeade's grounds. The town had come together, with aid from the Ministry of Magic, to implement a new ward scheme over the town which provided warming charms throughout it. Now, the roads remained cleared of snow and it was warm enough for the students to forgo their winter robes as they descended upon the town for the Valentine's Hogsmeade Weekend.
With the news that the Ministry had officially removed restrictions on public sex for adults, it was clear that the townsfolk who lived in Hogsmeade and many other people in nearby communities were out enjoying the day here in the village.
Though the long walk down from Hogwarts to the village had been relatively peaceful—barring the usual noise of the students that is—various sounds could be heard as they neared the village. Moans, groans, and the slapping of flesh and against flesh carried over the snowy ground to reach the students' ears. The sounds were enough to set off a few sets of students. Several Masters and Mistresses were openly groping their Attendants as they walked.
"Oh look," Daphne cooed, "Scrivenshaft's has a new exotic quill set."
The bold advertisement dominated the hanging sign from the first building that lay just at the end of the path from Hogwarts. A smart-looking box of ten multi-coloured quills was shown, with quite the hefty price tag beneath it. Thankfully, as the heir to the Potter family, Harry had a more than generous vault which he was able to dip into for funds at his leisure.
"Let's go there first then," Harry smiled.
Daphne lit up and grabbed his and Tracey's hands and all but pulled them in to the village proper.
It was quite the strange sight, Harry quickly realized. The open, cobbled streets were bare of any snow, but several dozen park tables and benches had been laid out. Various witches and wizards were sat around them, chatting and going about their days. However, quite a few of the tables were being used for other purposes as well.
The very first table had a fit witch laying completely naked on top of it. Her brown hair was splayed out across the wooden surface and her face was screwed up in a look of intense pleasure as a middle-aged wizard fucked her openly. Her legs were up on his shoulders and he was holding them in place as he pistoned his hips back and forth, shoving his cock deep inside of the witch.
Unsurprisingly, there were quite a few onlookers who were quite interested in the novel sight. Although the Attendants Program allowed for Masters and Mistresses to have sex publicly with their Attendants, there were so few of them that it was not a very common sight. While public sex was something that one saw every now and again, doing it so openly was quite a rare sight to see.
Several people, couples and groups of friends, watched on. Harry could see that a few couples started to get a little amorous themselves at the sight, touching each other over their clothes and kissing. Groups of witches and wizards chattered on about the sight, but their focus was solely on the couple fucking in front of them.
The witch cried out and arched her back, pushing her ample breasts upwards towards the sky. The wizard let out a groan and leaned forward, getting an even deeper angle into the witch's pussy. One of his hands pawed at her breasts, squishing and holding on to the supple flesh as his hips made their last few thrusts before he let out an almighty cry and came inside of her.
For Harry, Daphne, Tracey, and the other students at Hogwarts, this wasn't an unusual sight. Public sex around Hogwarts between Masters and Mistresses and their Attendants became more common as the year went on. Daphne led Harry and Tracey past the couple without so much as a second look.
As they moved into the village, they saw more couples engaging in activities like this. A few shy or uncertain couples populated the slim alleyways in between the buildings and shops, while the more bold took up spots at the tables around the main street or simply right in the street itself. There were more Aurors than usual on guard too, ensuring that everything that happened in the village was consensual.
When they reached Scrivenshaft's, Daphne pulled Harry and Tracey in eagerly. The shop was filled with quills, inks, parchment, and paper, along with a myriad of other supplies laid out on orderly shelves.
There weren't many people inside at this time, just a few students restocking on basic parchment, quills, and ink for their school work. However, there was one shy couple towards the back of the store who Harry spotted instantly. They couldn't have been more than a few years out of Hogwarts. The man looked quite nervous but the woman seemed a bit more bold, albeit with a pink tinge to her cheeks. She was completely topless, showing off her small breasts to the entire shop. The man held his wand carefully and silently cast a simple animation charm on a couple of quills.
The woman let out a squawk of surprise as the two quills leapt up into the air, spun around, and used their soft feathers to tickle her light brown nipples. The woman squirmed, her nipples rapidly hardening beneath the contact. Her breath started to come more quickly too, making her chest heave.
"Something you're interested in doing to us?" Tracey's breathy whisper came from behind Harry. She leaned forward to rest her chin on his shoulder.
"It does look like an interesting idea," Harry admitted. The sight of the woman wriggling beneath the touch of the feathers was incredibly erotic. He could image Daphne and Tracey in his rooms like that. Maybe they could be tied up too so that they couldn't escape the pleasurable torment.
"Just say the word and we'll get on it," Tracey smiled lustfully up at him.
"Hey!"
Harry and Tracey turned around quickly to see the elderly shopkeeper jabbing his finger towards the couple in the back. "You'll have to buy those!"
The couple looked terribly embarrassed to be called out openly like that. The man quickly moved to the front counter and took out his coin purse before paying for the two quills. Then, with the quills still teasing the woman, the couple walked out into the street.
Meanwhile, Daphne was quickly moving through the shop, picking up all of her usual purchases. She came to a stop near the front counter and selected one of the sealed exotic quill sets before putting everything on the counter to be rung up.
"I've got it," Harry said, quickly moving to Daphne's side and pulling out his coin purse.
"You don't need to pay for me, Harry," Daphne laughed lightly. "My family is pretty rich too."
"I know," Harry nodded, "but what kind of fiancé would I be if I didn't treat you for Valentine's Day?"
Daphne beamed at him. "Alright," she said, stowing her own coin purse back into her robes.
"Does this mean you'll pay for me too?" Tracey interjected, stepping up to Harry's free side and batting her long eyelashes up at him while a sly grin overcame her lips.
"If you behave," Harry teased.
"Good chance of that," Daphne muttered jokingly.
Tracey's lips twitched. She stepped closer to Harry, pressing herself up against his side. "I promise to be good," she whispered sultrily into his ear.
It was only thanks to her constant teasing that Harry didn't blush at Tracey pressing herself up against him so openly. Her soft breasts were squished up against his side, her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands slowly moving along his waistband.
"You can be good by carrying my bag for me," Daphne told Tracey, evidently overhearing the witch's words. She passed the paper bag filled with all of her purchases over to Tracey, who reluctantly let go of Harry and accepted the bag.
Harry rolled his eyes and laughed at Tracey's over-the-top pout. She looked terribly put out at having to carry the bag. "Pass it over here," Harry said.
"Gladly," Tracey replied, passing the bag to Harry. Thankfully, it was quite light. With a tap of his wand, Harry shrunk the bag and stowed it in his pocket.
The rest of the morning continued on like that. The three of them walked through the streets of Hogsmeade, stopping off at various shops to pick up the necessities and small treats that would keep them fueled over the coming month at Hogwarts. Everywhere they went, couples were openly partaking in the pleasures that the new law allowed for. There were even a few larger groups of people all fucking one another.
As lunchtime grew closer though, Daphne and Tracey both expressed an interest in stopping for some food soon. Harry had kept quiet about their Valentine's surprise, so both of them looked to him expectantly.
In response, Harry led them down the high street and away from the crowds. The two women followed, both curious as to what he had planned.
The shops gave way to the residential parts of the village, but Harry kept moving past them. "It's not too far," he assured Tracey and Daphne.
The wards that warmed the village that the Ministry had laid faded as they walked out onto one of the many roads leading away from Hogsmeade. Harry was quick with his wand, applying warming charms to all three of them, before continuing on.
It was only a ten-minute walk to Harry's destination. He led them up a winding road which climbed one of the many hills around Hogsmeade. It was actually relatively close back by the shopping district and the road which led back to Hogwarts, but they were a hundred feet above them.
Daphne and Tracey both gasped in delight at what they saw. Harry was pleased too; his family's elves had done a magnificent job.
The top of the hill had been cleared of snow, though a light dusting now appeared across the soft grass. A large, plush, red blanket had been stretched out across the ground just a few feet off of the road. It was large enough to comfortably sit at least ten people, so there was more than enough room for the three of them. There were pillows and additional blankets laid out for them to rest on, alongside a large picnic basket. An enchantment had been placed over the entire set-up, keeping it warm and free of snow. Harry knew that once they stepped inside, they'd be able to see the snow falling down on top of them before it dissipated in thin air just before reaching them.
The entire scene overlooked Hogsmeade village. They were close enough to be able to roughly make out the people walking down below, but far enough away to make distinguishing the people a little bit difficult. Though, there were a few notable people he could recognize. Dean and Megan, for instance, had taken up at a table in the middle of the street. Harry could see that the pair was surrounded by onlookers as they fucked.
"Wow," Tracey said as she walked over onto the blanket. She spun around, looking up at the snow that was evaporating just a foot above her head. "It's beautiful."
Harry felt a swell of pride fill his chest. Tracey liked it! He glanced over at Daphne and saw that she too looked quite pleased. She made her way onto the blanket as well, but chose to sit down instead by the picnic basket. She ran her hand along the wicker cover.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Harry told the both of them as he joined them on the blanket. Tracey spun around towards him, and Harry was forced to catch her by throwing her arms around her.
"I love it," she declared and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
Daphne's hand reached out and grasped Harry before gently tugging him down. Harry let himself sit down, bringing Tracey with him, and Daphne leaned over to kiss his other cheek. "It's not bad."
Harry's heart felt like it stopped for a second, but he quickly calmed back down once he saw the teasing look in Daphne's eyes. "Well, if it's just 'not bad,' then maybe you wouldn't like the food," Harry replied morosely.
"No!" Daphne exclaimed, throwing her arms protectively around the picnic basket. "It's incredibly perfect; I've never been on a better date!"
"Yeah, yeah," Harry chuckled. "Go on; open up the basket."
Daphne did just that. When she flipped open the wicker lid, there was a cacophony of clanging sounds as various dishes, utensils, and glasses flew out of the gap and arranged themselves around Harry, Tracey, and Daphne. There was pan-fried duck breast dripping with a sweet plum sauce, crispy sea bass, pickled vegetables, white bean puree, and eton mess for dessert. A large, crystal bottle of red elf-made wine and a smaller bottle of spiced mead landed beside the basket.
Immediately, Tracey and Daphne got to dishing out the food while Harry poured them each a glass of wine. Once they were all settled with food on their plates and drinks in hand, the three of them dug in to their meal.
It was several minutes later that the three of them collapsed back onto the plush pillows and enjoyed the satisfaction of a delicious meal. The ground beneath the blanket had been made soft thanks to some careful charms work, so it felt like they were lying atop a comfortable bed. As per usual, Daphne and Tracey snuggled up on either side of Harry, who was more than happy to have his two beautiful attendants on either side of him.
"I love you both so much," he murmured sincerely as he hugged them close to him.
"We love you too," Daphne said, craning her neck back in order to plant a kiss on Harry's jawline.
"Very much," Tracey added, rolling partially on top of his right side in order to kiss his cheek.
It wasn't clear as to exactly who escalated things from there. In an instant, the three of them broke down into a flurry of kisses, constantly taking turns and switching back and forth between them all.
Tracey was straddling his right leg, grinding herself against him. Though her school skirt hid what was going on below from his sight, Harry knew that she didn't have any underwear on. He could feel a bit of her wetness starting to seep into the fabric of his trousers. He grabbed her shirt forcefully, quickly undoing the buttons to reveal her bare breasts underneath.
Before Harry could get to those two marvelous orbs of flesh, Daphne beat him to the punch. She practically tackled her best friend, latching on to one breast with her mouth while she grabbed and squeezed the other.
Harry blinked at the sight. While Daphne was no prude, she was rarely ever so demanding and forceful in their relationship. It was almost always Tracey that acted like that.
Well, Harry couldn't say that he disliked the change of pace. Seeing Daphne's blond hair obscure the sight of her suckling on Tracey's breasts made Tracey's cries of pleasure all the sweeter.
Tracey fell back off of Harry's leg, landing on her back on the soft blanket. Daphne fell with her, maintaining her hold on Tracey's body. Harry took the opportunity to sit up and reposition himself. With Daphne on top of Tracey like that, she had her ass up in the air.
Harry flipped Daphne's skirt up, finding her just as bare below as Tracey. His hands ran along her smooth ass cheeks, relishing in the feeling of her supple flesh beneath his hands.
"Save me, Harry!" Tracey jokingly cried out.
There was only one way to do that. Harry got onto his hands and knees too and leaned forward to give Daphne's pussy a lick. His blond princess froze in place before letting out a muffled moan around Tracey's breast.
"Keep it up!" Tracey ordered. "I need you to free me from this—AH—torment!" Tracey moaned again in the middle of her speech as one of Daphne's hands found her pussy. Though he couldn't see it, Harry could hear the squelch of Tracey's wet pussy as Daphne pumped a couple of fingers inside of her.
Harry never got tired of licking his attendants. Their pussies had the most addicting quality to them. He licked Daphne with reckless abandon, shoving his face right up against her and making sure that his tongue focused in on her clit. The little nub of flesh was his to pleasure, and he made sure that his tongue gently waved over it, never pushing too hard against it so as to overstimulate Daphne.
Knowing what she liked, Harry brought one hand up too and slowly wormed one of his digits into her sopping wet pussy. Daphne was tight and wet, as she always was. It took a second for him to work his finger inside of her, but, once he did, he started to curl his finger slightly to press against her g-spot.
There was an immediate reaction as Daphne's body shuddered. She locked up, even releasing Tracey's breasts in the process. Tracey took the opportunity to slide out from underneath Daphne and swirled around to Harry's side. She quickly divested herself of her shirt and pushed her skirt down, leaving her completely naked.
"You know," Tracey began as she pressed herself against Daphne's side. "Our little princess here has been talking about wanting to try something out recently."
"Oh?" Harry wondered aloud. But, he didn't stop his ministrations on Daphne. He kept licking her clit and slipped a second finger inside of her. "And what would that be?"
As Daphne let out another moan, Tracey grabbed Harry's hair and gently pulled him back. Harry reluctantly let himself be led away, but he didn't have to move far. Tracey only moved his head far back enough to see Daphne's winking asshole right in front of his face.
Harry looked up at Tracey. "You mean-"
"Yup," Tracey nodded with a grin. "Isn't that right, Daph? Don't you want Harry to fuck your ass?"
For a second, all they heard were Daphne's deep breaths as she regained her composure. She looked back towards them then. "Yes, I do," Daphne confirmed.
"Perfect!" Tracey exclaimed. She reached down into her pile of clothes to pull out her wand. With a quick tap on Daphne's backside, she fully cleaned and prepped her. "Give me a minute here, Harry," Tracey said.
Suddenly, Tracey dove right in to Daphne's ass. She started by spitting a wad of saliva onto Daphne's asshole before she leaned in and started to lick it. Daphne let out a quiet hum of delight as Tracey licked her.
Harry came around to Daphne's front, and she raised her head to meet his gaze. "Are you sure you're up for this?" He asked her.
"I am," Daphne told him. "I've been giving it some thought for a few weeks now. Tracey told me about the time you two did it, and, well, I thought I should give it a shot too."
Harry smiled. "Alright then. Tracey knows what she's doing; I'm sure she'll make sure you're ready for this."
Daphne giggled. "Well, she's certainly trying her best."
Harry could see that Tracey's face was pressed right up in between Daphne's plump ass cheeks. He could hear the sounds of her licking, and it seemed like she had started to loosen her up a bit by sticking a finger inside of her.
"Why don't we get your top off?" Harry suggested.
At Daphne's nod, Harry quickly unbuttoned Daphne's shirt. Her wonderful breasts popped into view. Smirking at his idea, Harry grabbed both of her breasts and lifted Daphne's front end off the ground so that she could stretch her arms behind her back and get her shirt off of herself. Once she did that, Harry gently lowered her back down.
"She's about ready," Tracey's muffled voice called out. Harry looked over with no small amusement as Tracey's saliva-covered lips revealed themselves as she pulled away from Daphne. Her wand was in her hand again. "Just needs the final touch."
"Ooh!" Daphne jumped as Tracey's spell struck her. "It's cold."
Tracey nodded. "The lube will warm up," she explained before standing up. With a wink, she walked up to Harry. "Now we've just got to get you ready."
Tracey made quick work of Harry's clothes, tossing them away on the blanket and leaving him just as nude as the rest of them—barring Daphne's skirt, which was still bunched up around her waist. Harry moved into position behind Daphne. Her neck was craned back so that she could watch him as he got adjusted.
"One sec," Tracey said, stopping Harry before he could move any further. He looked at her curiously but not for long because Tracey quickly explained what she was doing when she took Harry's cock into her mouth.
This wasn't meant to be a slow and sensual blowjob. No, Tracey instead focused on taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could in order to coat it in her saliva. Her tongue swirled around his cock as she took it deeper and deeper into her throat. Harry let out a low groan as Tracey's nose pressed all the way up against his pubic bone. Every inch of him was inside of her, and it felt heavenly!
After holding herself down on his for a moment, Tracey slowly pulled her head back, revealing Harry's glistening cock one inch at a time. She took a gasping breath as her lips released their hold around his cock and it was fully bared to the open air. A long string of saliva connected Harry's cock with her tongue, but Tracey closed her mouth to break the connection.
"There," Tracey said as she wiped away any remaining saliva from around her mouth. "Now you're all ready to fuck Daph."
He most certainly was. He had already been hard, but Tracey's extra push made his cock throb in eagerness. He repositioned himself again, grabbing Dapnhe's hips and angling his cock so that the tip was poking right up against her lubed-up asshole.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked Daphne gently.
Daphne didn't even hesitate. "Yes," she answered, gently pushing back against Harry's cock.
So, Harry pushed forward too. He watched as the head of his cock slowly pushed against the impossibly tight hole before suddenly being engulfed. The tight ring of muscle had released just long enough for him to push the first inch of his cock inside of her, but then it tightened back up around him again. The resulting pleasure around the head of his cock was electric, and it made Harry freeze in place. He longed to slam his cock deep inside of Daphne to be surrounded by her warmth, but he held back, knowing that he needed to take this a bit slower to allow Daphne time to adjust to the new sensations.
For her part, Daphne seemed to be taking things in stride. Harry saw her flinch a little as he breached her barrier, but she seemed to be handling it well. Her asshole had tightened up incredibly around him when he first pushed in, a natural reaction to his invasion, but now he could feel it starting to release its vice-grip. It would always be incredibly tight, but at least now he would have an easier time moving around.
Once he felt confident that Daphne was ready for more, Harry pushed his hips forward. He had to use a bit more force than expected because, despite the fact that both he and Daphne were lubed up, she was still very tight around his cock. The amount of friction was incredibly pleasurable, but it made progress slow.
The sheer heat around his cock was wonderful. Harry remembered feeling the same when he had fucked Tracey's ass a few months ago. He managed to push another few inches inside of Daphne's ass, almost reaching the halfway point down his cock.
"You doing okay?" Harry asked Daphne.
"Yeah," Daphne nodded. "Tracey's spells are helping."
Tracey, who had moved to sit down to have a profile view of the scene with a glass of wine in her hand, nodded. "It'll relax the muscles and prevent most pain and soreness," she grinned up at Harry. "Once you've got her used to it, you're free to fuck her as wildly as you two want."
Tracey always had such a way with her words. Harry's cock jumped inside of Daphne's asshole, making him let out a hiss of pleasure. At Harry's sudden movement, Daphne let out her own low moan of pleasure, dropping her head down low in between her arms and slowly pushing herself back against him. Another inch of his cock sunk inside of her.
Unable to bear it any longer, Harry's hips thrust forward involuntarily. Daphne let out a cry of pleasure as Harry suddenly bottomed out inside of her ass. Harry's hands clawed for purchase on Daphne's ass, gripping those two globes of flesh desperately as he fought to not let his pleasure overwhelm his mind.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned. Daphne's asshole was pulsing around his cock, reinforcing just how tight, hot, and ready it was for him.
"I never get tired of seeing the two of you like this," Tracey's voice shook the pair out of their reverie. Harry and Daphne looked over to see that Tracey had started to rub her pussy slowly as she sipped her wine and watched the scene before her. Her eyes were filled with lust as she stared back at the pair.
How had he gotten so lucky to have the two most perfect attendants in the world?
Daphne wriggled her ass against him, squishing her two wonderful cheeks against his hips. She giggled a little. "Merlin, I feel so full."
"Isn't it the best?" Tracey sighed dreamily. Daphne hummed in agreement.
Unwilling to wait any longer, Harry started to fuck Daphne. His initial movements were slow, allowing Daphne to get used to the sensation of him fucking her asshole, but, eventually, he was able to move a bit more quickly without feeling her constrict around him so tightly to the point that movement was difficult.
Harry pulled his hips all the way back until just the head of his cock was inside of Daphne's asshole. Her tight hole refused to let him exit her completely though as it clamped down tightly around him. Daphne let out a long moan of pleasure, and slammed her ass back towards Harry. Harry thrust forward as well and their bodies met with an audible clap.
"So fucking perfect," Harry groaned as he slapped Daphne's ass. She squealed in delight and slammed her hips back again. She was just as eager to get fucked as Harry was to fuck her.
As Harry's pace worked its way up to his normal fast speed, Daphne's moans came more and more frequently until she was rendered into a mess. Her moans were punctuated with little screams of pleasure whenever his cock reached as deep inside of her as it could go. She dropped from her hands to her elbows, arching her back and keep her ass stuck up in the air. Her breasts kept dragging across the blanket as Harry pounded into her, sending even more sparks of pleasure through her body as her nipples touched the soft fabric.
Daphne's hands gripped the blanket beneath them tightly, bunching up the fabric in her hands. "Yes, yes, yes!" She cried. "Oh fuck! This feels amazing!"
Suddenly, her entire body convulsed. "I'm cumming!" Daphne screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
Harry slowed in surprise. He hadn't made Tracey cum this quickly when he fucked her ass, but Daphne barely lasted more than three minutes before she came. The tight walls in her ass convulsed around, squeezing him so tightly that it made his cock throb with need.
Daphne let out a shuddering sigh of delight as her orgasm started to decline. Her asshole eased up a bit, leaving Harry with his freedom of movement.
"Looks like half the village heard that," Tracey joked.
As Harry returned to fucking Daphne's ass, he looked down towards the village. Dozens of people, too distant to easily make out, were all staring up curiously at them on the hill. They had a perfect view of Harry flowing into Daphne.
Just as Harry was about to return his focus to the witch on his cock, he did a double-take as he spotted his parents in the crowd. Only, they weren't just watching, they were fucking too! It was unmistakably them, between his dad's messy hair and his mom's long, red locks. James was sitting back on a bench with his hands planted on either side of him, keeping himself balanced, while Lily bounced on his lap. She was completely naked too, and Harry could see her full breasts bouncing as she rode his dad's cock.
"Merlin, are those your parents?" Tracey laughed.
"It is," Daphne managed to get out in between panting breaths.
Contrary to Lily's words the other day, it seemed like they were partaking in the new law too. For a moment, Harry swore that his gaze met his parents. It was so strange seeing them both like that with pleasure evident all over their faces, but he supposed it was no different to them seeing him with his attendants.
Harry shifted his focus back to Daphne. The lithe witch was taking his cock admirably, but he could feel himself nearing the point of his own orgasm. Her tight, hot hole was trying to milk his cock.
So, Harry picked up his pace, fucking Daphne's ass as hard as he would her pussy. Daphne's let out a strangled moan as she panted over Harry's vicious pounding.
"I'm close," Harry got out through gritted teeth.
"Do it!" Daphne cried. "Fill my ass up with your cum!"
Harry's hips slammed forward and he exploded inside of her. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot out deep inside of Daphne's ass as pleasure overtook his mind. "Daphne!" Harry groaned. He made several more small thrusts of his hips as he expelled every bit of cum he could.
Feeling quite spent, Harry puled his cock out of Daphne's ass. The girl instantly collapsed back down onto the blanket, but, despite her obvious exhaustion, she still found it in her to crawl across the blanket to rest at Harry's side. The two of them got situated with pillows beneath their heads as Tracey prowled around them.
"That was so hot," Tracey declared. Harry felt a strange breeze run over his cock, and he looked down to see Tracey tossing her wand to the side. He could see that his cock had been cleaned of any lubricant and cum.
With a great huff, Tracey dropped down on top of Harry. Laughing at her antics, Harry gave her a great big kiss. "You still haven't had your fun," he pointed out.
Tracey waved him off. "Spending time with you two is good enough for me."
"Really?" Harry said, cocking an eyebrow.
Tracey's even visage cracked as she snorted. "Well-"
Harry laughed and tickled her sides. "I knew it."
Tracey squirmed in his grasp, giggling and trying to push him away. It felt so incredible to have her skin rubbing up along his like this. "Stop it!" She cried out in between giggles.
Given that it was their Valentine's celebration, Harry figured he should take it easy on her. He stopped tickling her and Tracey immediately sagged on top of him.
Harry took the initiative and started to kiss Tracey. She kissed him back deeply, and the two took a moment to relish in the pleasure of each other's company. Daphne watched dreamily from beside Harry, rubbing her thighs together.
After just a few moments, Harry felt his cock stirring again. It jumped up, poking Tracey's thigh and making her giggle into his mouth. "Looks like you're almost ready to go again."
"For you? Always," Harry kissed her again.
As the pair made out, Daphne decided to help out. She reached in between Harry's legs for his cock. Her slender hand gripped it firmly and angled it up towards Tracey's sopping wet pussy. Slowly, unwilling to break the kiss, Tracey eased herself back onto his cock. Her greedy pussy slowly sucked him inside of her, coating his cock in her juices and surrounding him with a pleasurable warmth that he never got tired of.
Tracey got settled on his lap and started to lazily grind against him, swirling his cock around inside of her. Her lips were so soft against his, and they were content to take this slow.
Harry's hands came up and starting roaming up and down Tracey's back. She pressed herself against him, squishing her breasts against his chest. The skin on skin contact was only heightening the pleasure of their love making.
"I love you," Harry said breathlessly when they were forced to break apart their kiss for air.
Tracey smiled brightly down at him, panting as much as he was. "I love you."
Rather than come back down on top of him, Tracey sat up on Harry's waist and planted her heels firmly on the blanket on either side of Harry. Then, using her hand to balance herself against Harry's chest, she slowly rose up his cock. Her tight pussy tried not to let him go, and her lower lips clung to his cock desperately despite how slick it was from her pussy.
As she reached the top of his cock, Tracey paused just long enough to look down at where their bodies connected. "Merlin, I'll never get tired of that thing filling me up," she giggled.
"Then get back down on it," Harry groaned, desperate for her warmth to surround him once again.
With a teasing smile, Tracey slowly sank down on his cock. She moved down until she was resting on his pelvis again. Using her hand, she pressed against her skin a few inches above her pussy, and Harry could faintly feel the pressure of her fingers through her flesh.
It seemed that Tracey's lust was starting wax as the tender moment quickly shifted into something more lewd. Tracey picked up the pace as she started to ride Harry's cock, sliding up his many inches before dropping back down at a rapid pace.
A look of pure pleasure overcame Tracey's face as she bounced in Harry's lap. His big cock always made her lose her inhibitions, as limited as they were already. Her pussy was dripping around his cock, leaving little droplets of her juices on his lap.
In the noon sunlight, Tracey looked like a goddess on top of Harry. The sunlight reflected beautifully off of her soft skin, and her breasts bounced in the most wondrous way as she rode his cock. With the way the gentle snowfall dissipated just overhead, it truly was a magical experience.
Tracey and Harry were both left breathless as moans and groans left their mouthes. Harry felt so big inside of her, while Tracey's pussy felt so tight around his cock. It was nothing short of perfection as they lost themselves to their pleasure.
"So . . . fucking . . ." Tracey groaned.
Harry nodded his head jerkily, understanding her completely. They were just so perfect together that it was impossible for them not to lose themselves so quickly.
Simultaneously, Harry came, shooting his cum deep into Tracey's womb, while Tracey came around Harry's cock, sending trembling vibrations all throughout her body. She collapsed down onto Harry, and he held her close as he bucked his hips up, shooting more and more cum inside of her.
Daphne curled up closer to Harry then, throwing her leg over one of his. Harry's cock, exhausted from all of the fucking, softened and slipped out of Tracey's pussy. Tracey shifted over slightly, making enough room for Daphne to lie partially on top of Harry too.
Together, the three of them laid there, slowly dozing off. "I love you both so much," Harry murmured as they all drifted off for an afternoon nap, comforted by the mutual warmth that they all shared.
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