The Greengrass home was reflective of their standing in the greater wizarding world. The two-story manor sat atop a hill. Made of red brick, its large Victorian era windows gave off an air of old money. The grounds surrounding the home were well manicured if not a little plain, bereft of the exotic flora and fauna that could be seen at the Malfoy or Nott estates.
And that was the crux of it, the Greengrass family had always been comfortably well off, but they were a few rungs below the families that towered over wizarding Britain. Upper-middle class wasn't a bad place to be, as long as one understood their station and had no illusions of grandeur.
Unfortunately, a succession of Lords of the House, driven mainly by ego and greed and a self-destructive need to join the true upper crust, had led to the Greengrass family's now greatly diminished state.
Justinian Greengrass had sided with Grindelwald in The Great War back in the late thirties. It had made sense at the time to hitch his wagon to the supremely powerful wizard that promised a new world order. They were one of the few families in Britain to make that choice, but for Justinian it just meant that they would hold the highest of places once Grindelwald took over.
Then Grindelwald had fallen and they'd had to hang their heads in shame. Justinian was sent to Azkaban, and his son Francis took over the lordship, as well as the large restitution payment that they'd been forced to make.
Fast forward a few decades, and a new dark lord was rising. This one had the support of all the old families, and it only made sense to Francis for his disgraced house to join this new center of power, to claw their way back to respectability. It had seemed to work, right up until that halloween night when the Dark Lord fell to a one-year old child.
Francis escaped prison, but he abdicated the lordship in favor of his son Paul, retreating to his estate and dying three years later.
With failure stretching the entire living memory of his family, Paul became terrified of risk. His family kept their ancestral home, though they'd had to sell off much of the land to pay off their creditors. They kept just enough wealth to keep up appearances; to attend society functions, wear clothing befitting their station, to give off the impression that everything was fine. But the foundation had cracked. The paint was peeling in places, the wood floors needed polishing, the roof was littered with leaks and broken shingles, and the wards were failing and in dire need of being re-woven. Daphne's school supplies were bought second-hand, they had no house-elves, their food had to be purchased in the muggle village down the road.
"We need to sell the manor Paul. It's the only way to make things work. I can find work at an apothecary-"
"I'll hear none of that Anastasia!" Paul slammed his fist on the table. "What do you think they'll say when they see Lady Greengrass brewing potions for sickles like a commoner?" Paul's face was red, sweat dripping down his forehead as the couple sat at their dining table, dozens of letters hastily strewn around them.
Anastasia silently begged her husband to see reason. She had been raised a pureblood as well, she'd grown to expect a life of luxury, but even she knew this was not sustainable. "It's either that or selling your seat in the Wizengamot, Paul." the man's eyes flared violently at the suggestion. "We cannot continue on like this! Soon the goblins, the Notts, the Malfoys, they will all want their money. Meanwhile Astoria is to start Hogwarts this year and she'll have to make do with Daphne's old books and supplies."
Paul's hands dug deep into his hair, his breathing ragged and his eyes shining like a cornered animal. There must be a way out of this.
"I'll ask Malfoy for an extension, and maybe I'll bring up the marriage contract again."
Anastasia exploded. "That is where I draw the line Paul! You will not sell our daughter off to that man's spawn! Not after everything Daphne's said about him!"
Paul grit his teeth. Anastasia had been a Moon, another mid-rung family. While the Moons dealt in marriage contracts like all the other old families, they were in the camp that took the bride-to-be's feelings into consideration. If she was adamantly against a marriage, her wishes were respected. When Paul had married her, Anastasia's parents had included a clause in their contract that gave any future daughters the power to reject any proposed marriage.
"What about Astoria?"
"What?"
"Daphne dislikes the Malfoy heir, but Astoria doesn't know him. If she is not against it, we could set up a marriage between them."
Anastasia narrowed her eyes at her husband as she saw the wheels turning in his head. "Only if Astoria agrees, and it must be after a few years, give her enough time to form an opinion on the boy." She conceded.
Paul stared at his wife. He would go to Lord Malfoy and hope the man would accept those terms. Hopefully Lucius would speak to his son and the boy would make a good impression on his second daughter.
The two of them were speaking so openly because the wards were supposed to alert the lord whenever anyone else was present in the room. Therefore, Paul knew his daughters were in their own bedrooms.
Except the wards had weakened immensely. Daphne had figured out that if she cast a silencing charm at the wall where the wardstones resided, that particular ward wouldn't trigger. And so the dark haired girl retreated to her room after having heard the entire conversation.
She couldn't let this happen. She couldn't let Astoria be married off to Malfoy. She had to do something about it. She considered simply telling her sister how much of a buffoon Malfoy was, but knowing her sister that would just push her towards him. No, she needed to make that marriage contract unnecessary, she needed to bring her family name out of the mud.
Daphne lay in bed, racking her brain for ways to make hundreds of thousands of galleons in a few years. She quickly entered the land of the ludicrous. She considered herself a decent enough student, but she was no Granger. Regardless, short of creating a philosopher's stone, a good academic career wasn't going to change her family's fortunes. At least not on the timetable they were working on.
Not for the first time, she was jealous of the muggle-borns, the half-bloods and the blood-traitors. They could just be normal children. They didn't have to play these political games. They could just focus on homework and friends and other trivialities.
Well, unless you're Potter.
Thinking about the boy with the emerald green eyes and unruly black hair, Daphne couldn't help but think that he'd become rather handsome over the past school year. He was still scrawny, though not as much as their first year, but he had a cute face, his eyes striking as always and his soft, boyish features just beginning to morph into something more. The rumors about him slaying Slytherin's monster and saving the Weasley girl, while far-fetched, added to his heroic aura.
And then it hit her.
Potter!
His only friends were Weasley and Granger, neither of whom knew much about pureblood society. Based on how he acted the boy himself knew little as well, Daphne had heard he'd been raised by muggles.
Daphne jumped from the bed and inspected herself in the mirror.
Her cobalt blue eyes stared back at her, her perfectly straight black hair cascading down to her shoulders as she inspected her budding figure. She knew she was the prettiest girl in their year, she'd caught more than a few of the older boys checking her out. As they entered their third year, her classmates were sure to begin to express their hormonal urges. Including Potter.
She would ensnare him with her beauty. She'd wrap the boy around her fingers and have a marriage contract ready by winter break. The Potters were one of the premier houses in Britain, and the wealth and prestige that they held would be more than enough to save her flagging family. Not to mention Harry's own celebrity and all the opportunities that would provide.
The fact that she'd get to marry such a cute boy was just a plus.
….
"When are you gonna talk to me, Susie?"
Susan Bones' head snapped up to look at her aunt. She'd been brooding, something she's found herself doing a lot of this summer.
"What do you mean auntie?" She asked, not wanting to meet her aunt's hard gaze.
"Come now Susan, stop it with the games. Something's been bothering you since you got back from Hogwarts."
Susan fidgeted under her stern gaze. "Well, we did spend the whole year being attacked by a monster…"
Amelia's gaze softened, but she didn't let up. "Susan, you know better than to try to misdirect me. I know you well enough to recognize guilt when I see it."
Susan's eyes widened as she finally made eye contact with her aunt, who was staring back at her with a smug smile and arms crossed. With a sigh, Susan decided that maybe telling her aunt was for the best. She was really wise after all.
"It's about Harry."
"Harry Potter?" Amelia asked in confusion as her niece nodded. Susan had never really brought the boy up after the sorting. She got the impression that Susan didn't really talk to him. "Did the boy say something to you Susie? Do something?" Amelia asked, anger creeping into her voice.
Susan shook her head quickly. "He didn't do anything auntie! Well, besides saving all our lives, even after all the things we said about him…" her head dipped down as she whispered this last part and Amelia realized what was going on.
"You said mean things about him?"
Susan nodded shakily. "I-It was just so scary, people kept getting petrified! And he could talk to snakes, and then Justin got petrified and… Oh auntie, I feel like the absolute worst!" Susan launched herself at her aunt, and Amelia wrapped her arms around her niece as the girl began crying into her chest.
Amelia comforted Susan as she ran her hands through her dark red hair. "It's alright Susie, you're only thirteen, you're still just a child." She knew Susan hated being called a child, but right now it was what she needed to hear. "Now, listen up young lady!" Amelia pulled Susan's head away and gave her a stern gaze. Susan stared back at her aunt, teary-eyed but alert. She knew that when Amelia used her no-nonsense tone, you'd better pay attention.
"You will apologize to that boy the first chance you get. And then you will befriend him and show him the true character of the House of Bones, understand?"
Susan gulped at her aunt's words. "But auntie, he's Harry Potter! And he only really hangs out with Ron and Hermione. And-"
"No ifs, ands or buts about it Susan. I'm not asking you to become his best friend, but you will show Mr. Potter that we are allies of his house, just like we've always been." Amelia's serious face morphed into a cheeky grin. "And who knows, maybe next time I see you you'll tell me you've been snogging the Boy-Who-Lived."
"AUNTIE!" Susan's face turned a bright red as she hurried to hide her face away from her laughing aunt.
…
The Browns lived in a small countryside cottage in Derbyshire. It was all farmland for miles on end, with the nearest town being hours away. Roland Brown enjoyed the life of a simple farmer, raising chickens, goats, rabbits and pigs; along with a few puffskeins on the side. The family had a pet crup named Merlin that followed Roland around the farm, functioning as a sheep-dog of sorts.
When Lavender had been younger she'd loved to just run around the farm, playing with the animals or just exploring the vast fields that surrounded them. Nowadays, she still liked the animals, especially her pet bunny Binky. But Lavender had other aspirations now, aspirations that didn't involve being cooped up in a smelly farm.
"OH MY GOOOOOD!" the girl squealed as she looked at the pages of Teen Witch.
Just the other month, Agatha Crowley had broken up with Frank Phillips, renowned chaser for the Tutshill Tornados. Now in this issue there were pictures of her snogging a mystery man in a cafe in Paris!
Lavender continued squealing until she heard her mum's footsteps fast approaching.
"Everything alright here honey?" Her mother asked, though her amused expression showed she had a good idea of what all the commotion was about. Ever since her daughter had gone off to Hogwarts, Lavender had become obsessed with celebrity and luxury. She'd also turned rather… girly. Not that Lavender had been a tomboy before, but now she leaned hard into the other side. Not that Mary begrudged her daughter that. She was a teenage girl and she had all the right to enjoy what she did. Mary wasn't going to be some stick in the mud that told her daughter what was and wasn't proper or that her interests were somehow lesser just because other people thought them vain or superfluous. She just wished her daughter would study a bit more.
"Yeah, I'm ok mum." Lavender sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. "I wish I could be in this magazine some day. They'd have pictures of me looking all gorgeous and all the other girls would wish they were me!"
Mary couldn't hold back her snort at her daughter's daydream. Lavender gave her an irritated look. "Muuuum, I'm being serious!"
Mary rolled her eyes. "Sure honey." She turned to leave, but a thought jumped to her head and she decided it would be nice to tease her daughter a bit. "You talk about that constantly, but you could already be in that magazine if you really wanted to."
Lavender's brow furrowed, her face pouty as her long honey-blonde hair fell to her shoulders as she sat up in her bed. "What do you mean?"
Mary shrugged. "You share every single class with the biggest celebrity in the entire country, yet you haven't talked about the boy once."
Lavender blinked a few times. "Do you mean Harry? He's just…" Lavender stopped herself as the wheels began turning in her head. Mary chuckled, deciding to leave her daughter to her thoughts. Maybe this would buy her half an hour without any high pitched noises.
Harry. I'm in Gryffindor with Harry Potter.
How had she not seen it before? The more Lavender thought about it, the clearer the picture became. They'd be on the cover of not just Teen Witch but Witch Weekly. As she thought about the boy himself, her smile widened. He needed a little meat on his bones, but he was definitely good looking and she was sure he had an athletic physique thanks to quidditch. She'd need to do something about his clothes… that could be a whole article by itself! Boy-Who-Lived receives dazzling makeover from amazing, super hot and dishy girlfriend! More about Harry's girlfriend on page 3…
Lavender hopped up and stared at herself in the mirror. She'd bloomed during the summer, her breasts had already been second biggest in their year (damn Bones!) And now her ass had rounded out as well, her waist still as thin as ever, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. She knew she had a pretty face, and she'd shot up in height as well.
She looked over to Binky's cage, where the white rabbit was eating some spinach. She walked over to him and Binky looked up at her, his eyes unfocused as he continued chewing.
"Binky, momma's gonna get you a diamond cage."
….
The Hogwarts Express had just left King's Cross fifteen minutes ago. Daphne had told Tracey beforehand that she'd be late meeting up with her, telling her she wanted to make sure Astoria got settled in.
Tracey always sat near the head of the train. Potter and his group usually sat near the rear. She quickly found Astoria a nice little carriage with a few other firsties and left her to her own devices, but not before picking out a young boy and pulling him aside.
"You want to make five sickles?" She asked. The boy's eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. This was Daphne's half of their train allowance, barely enough for a Chocolate Frog and a Cauldron Cake.
Dahne pointed down the hall. "Two compartments down, ask for Ron and Hermione, tell them the head boy requested their presence."
The boy gave her a questioning look, wondering if she was really gonna give him five whole sickles for just talking to someone. Daphne sighed and handed the boy two silver coins. "You'll get the rest when you fulfill your end."
The boy's eyes lit up as he squeezed the coins in his hand. He sprinted off in the direction she'd been pointing.
Daphne sat down, propping up a large book in front of her to cover her face, and waited. It took only a few minutes for the compartment door to slide open and two irritatingly loud voices to assault her ears.
"I'm sure that whatever it is is very important, Ronald." Granger's voice stated.
"What's so important that he couldn't tell us this whole past week?! He just wants to lord that bloody badge over me again!"
The two kept quarreling as their voices blissfully ebbed away. Once she heard the compartment door slam shut on the other side, Daphne dropped her book.
The first year boy stood in front of her, hand out expectantly. Daphne rolled her eyes as she handed him his three sickles. The boy began dancing with glee as Daphne stood up with determination. The prefect's carriage was all the way at the front of the train, so hopefully she'd just bought herself a good hour, considering all the screaming and shouting Weasley was about to be doing. Plus the reprimands from Granger and his brother.
Daphne walked swiftly through the carriage between her and Potter, mostly full of Hufflepuffs. She slid the door open and allowed herself a small smirk at seeing her target alone, staring absently out the window.
Potter turned to look at her. Her heart fluttered as his emerald green eyes met her own. He'd grown over the summer. He was still dressed in those ugly rags, but he was a respectable height now, and he was no longer rail thin.
Daphne raised her chin up and straightened her posture as she sat across from the befuddled boy. She made a show of crossing her legs in front of him, giving him a flash of her green knickers. She made a silent celebration when she saw him blush a deep red as he tried to look anywhere but her.
"Potter." She greeted, forcing the blushing boy to make eye contact again.
Harry rubbed the back of his head nervously, making his windswept hair even more unruly. "Errr… hi. You sit behind me in potions, right?"
He didn't know her name.
Merlin.
Daphne was outraged. How dare he not know her name. She knew his circle was small, but she was the most gorgeous girl in the whole damn year! And this berk doesn't even remember her name after two years of sharing classes.
Daphne tried not to let her irritation show, but she'd clearly done a bad job at it as Harry quickly stammered out an apology. "I'm sorry! I don't remember your name! It's just…well we haven't really talked much and you're a Slytherin and you know how this whole house rivalry thing goes…" Her continued silence seemed to be encouragement for Harry to continue rambling. "...Not that I think all Slytherins are bad or anything! I mean you haven't really done anything mean that I can remember and you're really pretty! Er… not that being pretty makes you a good person but well uh…"
Harry almost wished Voldemort would show up and start cursing him. Anything to avoid the awkward situation he'd just created. He'd told this girl he didn't know her name, blurted out that he thought she was pretty and then continued rambling. She probably thought he was a maniac.
"You think I'm pretty?" She finally broke her silence, giving him a look Harry couldn't descipher.
Harry hesitated a moment, not sure of what to say. Finally, his mouth went ahead and circumvented his brain. "Yeah, you're gorgeous." Harry wanted to kick himself the moment he said that. He'd jumped from pretty to gorgeous. Whatever this girl had come to talk to him about, she was probably on the verge of leaving.
But instead of being weirded out, her eyes lit up. She stretched her dainty hand out to him, palm facing downward. "My name's Daphne, Daphne Greengrass."
Harry stared at her hand for a moment, not sure if he was meant to shake it or kiss it like in some of those old movies he'd glimpsed on the telly. Looking up at her expectant gaze, Harry decided to throw caution to the wind. He held her soft hand in his and brought his lips down to kiss her knuckle. Judging by her satisfied smile, he'd made the right choice.
"Nice to finally meet you, Daphne." Harry decided to just roll with this new false confidence.
"If you're calling me Daphne, can I call you Harry?" She asked. "Of course." Harry answered, noticing that she hadn't pulled her hand away from his grip.
"Well, Harry, I confess that I've been building up the courage to talk to you all summer." Daphne bit her lip, all part of her act. The fluttering in her heart and the blush in her cheeks was all just method acting as well.
"What!? Why?" Harry asked in confusion.
Daphne's expression became irritated once more "Why would a girl be nervous to speak to a boy, P-Harry?"
Harry's cheeks reddened once more. "Oh. You mean… you like me?" His tone was both disbelieving and hopeful. Daphne wondered what circumstances had given him such low self-esteem. Even if he'd been ugly, he was the biggest celebrity in the country, he'd have girls throwing themselves at him regardless. And Harry was far from ugly, quite the opposite actually.
"Are you dense Potter?!" Daphne snapped again. Harry pulled back at her words and Daphne composed herself. "I'm sorry, I just… you're a catch Harry, and I would really like to be your girlfriend."
A small part of Harry wondered if this was some sort of ploy by Malfoy to mess with him. An even bigger part of Harry was a horny thirteen-year-old who'd just had one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen ask to be his girlfriend.
Harry smiled and Daphne felt triumphant. Screw christmas break, she'd have that betrothal in by halloween.
The compartment door slid open.
What the fuck?
There was no way Weasley and Granger were back already. She'd placed a sticking charm on Malfoy's shoes when she'd passed by his compartment as well, so it couldn't be him.
At first she thought she'd just been unlucky as she saw Brown enter the compartment. But then the vapid blonde sauntered over to Harry and sat down next to him, pushing her large chest up into the boy's side.
"Hey Harry!" She said. Completely ignoring Daphne.
"Oh, err…hi Lavender. How was your summer?" Harry asked. Trying and failing to not get aroused as he felt the soft flesh of her tits press up against him.
"Oh it was alright." she waved it off. "I spent the whole summer thinking about you." She wrapped her arms around his, pressing her boobs even deeper into his side as she looked at him through lidded eyes. Daphne was fuming. "Harry, please be my boyfriend!"
The boy-who-lived spluttered. He'd only really gotten to thinking about girls late last term, and that had been interrupted by the whole chamber situation. This summer was the first real solid period where he'd been beating his meat every day, fantasizing about girls. And now here he was, not even at school yet with two hot girls throwing themselves at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Brown?!" Daphne yelled, standing from her seat to yell in the blonde's face.
It seemed that Lavender hadn't been ignoring her after all. The girl had tunnel-visioned on Harry so hard she'd legitimately not realized Daphne was there. "What are you doing here? Are you trying to curse Harry or something?" Lavender protectively wrapped her arms around Harry's torso and pushed his head into her bust. Harry was in heaven for all of five seconds before Daphne saw red. She was about to dive at the other girl when the compartment door opened once again.
Both girl's heads snapped to the door, where a red-faced Susan stood.
"Oh, umm… is this a bad time? I just…"
"Ridiculous!" Daphne growled as she stomped over to the door and slammed it shut. She whipped out her wand and cast a locking charm. She then squared up on Susan. "You too Bones? Is there some other crazy bitch behind you that wants to stake a claim on Potter?!"
Susan's eyes widened as she held her hands up. "I-I-I just wanted to apologize to Harry!" She looked over Daphne's shoulder at the raven haired boy who was still sitting down, not sure what to make of all this.
"Wait, wait!" Lavender jumped in. "The 'how can I make it up to you' angle?" The blonde girl marched in front of the other two girls, her judgmental gaze centered on Susan. "I thought she was the Slytherin, Susan." She pointed at an offended Daphne. "But you're taking the cake with this whole game."
"Game?" Susan asked.
"I was here first, you two need to leave this compartment and accept your failure." Daphne asserted.
"What do you mean you were here first? I've been talking to Harry way before you ever showed up!"
Daphne snorted. "Talking? Greeting him in the common room for two seconds and then getting back to gossiping with Patil doesn't count as talking."
"Its more than you've ever done!" Lavender was now shouting.
Harry stared at the two of them befuddled, wondering how insulated these compartments were.
While Lavender and Daphne bickered, Susan edged around the two and walked up to Harry. Harry looked up at the Hufflepuff girl. He'd never really paid her any mind, but now that she was right in front of him, he couldn't help but see how cute she was, how silky her auburn hair was or how huge her breasts looked.
"I don't know what's going on with those two Harry. But I just came here to apologize for not believe you last year. It was immature of me and I hope-"
"Oh no you don't!" The other two yelled in unison as they grabbed the busty redhead and pulled her back from Harry.
"Can't keep your eye off of this one!" Daphne grit out as Susan struggled in their grip.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
All three girls froze. Daphne and Lavender let Susan go as Harry stood from his seat, a stern look in his face as the boy radiated an aura that left all three girls weak in the knees.
Harry ran his hands through his wild hair. "I…I'm still confused about what's going on here, but you girls need to stop fighting!"
Daphne murmured an apology, Lavender shrank submissively and Susan whispered a "Sorry sir." That stirred something deep within Harry's loins.
"Now, you girls need to find a civil way to work…" Harry reddened at the thought that the argument they were having was about him. "...work this out."
The three of them stared at him silently, and Harry worried that they were just going to jump right back into fighting. But then Daphne spoke up.
"Alright then, let's do this like proper pureblood ladies." She once again set a straight posture and looked over at the other two.
"What, are we gonna duel or something?" Lavender asked. She wasn't very good with a wand, but at this distance she could jump Daphne again before she could cast a spell.
"In a sense." Daphne said.
Susan was quiet. She'd just come here to apologize to Harry. And now she was getting roped in to some kind of war for his heart? She should stop them and explain that this was all a misunderstanding. But then she thought, if she won whatever Greengrass proposed, maybe she could be Harry's girlfriend!
"I propose we compete for Harry's love. Each of us tries to show Harry that we're the proper choice for him." Daphne scoffed, as if this was even going to be a contest. "Harry chooses the winner, and that girl gets to keep Harry."
"Do I get a choice in this?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"I already said you get to choose the winner Potter!" Daphne snapped. She quickly clicked her jaw shut and shot him an apologetic look.
"So like, how long is this contest? Is it just up until we get to Hogwarts?" Susan questioned. She hadn't asked for this. But now that she was in it, she'd give her Hufflepuff best.
"Christmas break. The day before the end of term, Harry has to choose." Daphne answered. She was already planning to write her mum and let her know she'd be bringing Harry over for christmas.
"Hmmm." Lavender mused. "No sabotaging the other girls, but besides that, anything goes?" She asked.
"Deal" the other two girls agreed.
Lavender stretched her hand out and the other two girls did the same. They held each other's hands and shook. Harry gulped as they broke off the handshake and each girl had a determined look on her face.
Suddenly there was a pounding at the compartment door and then a whispered charm on the other side. The door slid open and Ron and Hermione burst in, a tired looking man with brown hair following close behind them.
"Harry!"
"Are you ok mate?"
The two of them stopped halfway, staring suspiciously at the three girls in the compartment.
"I'm fine guys." Harry noticed the concerned looks in his friends faces. "What happened?"
The older man stepped up. "The dementors entered the train, left a lot of students shaken up." His voice was calm and friendly. "Though it seems they couldn't make it past the locking charm on this one."
Daphne puffed up with pride. "That was my doing, a safety measure to protect Harry." She turned her head towards the boy. "See Harry, I can be useful to you! In ways these two could never."
Lavender glared at Daphne while everyone else in the compartment blanched.
"What the ruddy hell is going on?" Ron asked. Noticing the girl's Slytherin robes for the first time put him even more on edge.
Wanting to change the subject, Harry focused on the older man. "Errr, sorry sir, but who are you? The only adult we usually see on the train is the trolley lady." Well, this was only Harry's second train ride. For all he knew adults rode on the train all the time.
The shabby looking man offered him a weary smile. "My name is Remus Lupin, Harry. I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor"
Something in Lupin's smile made Harry think that the man knew him personally somehow. Harry scrunched his face up, trying to see if he remembered him from anywhere.
Lupin fished into his coat pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar. "Well, I believe I should check the rest of the train and distribute this to anyone in need." He nodded his head towards all of them and promptly left.
There was an awkward silence as Ron and Hermione stared at the three girls, while Harry sat back down on the bench, the reality of what had happened hitting him. He had three girls fighting to be his girlfriend, and he was supposed to choose one by christmas break!
Daphne was unintimidated by Granger and Weasley's hostile glares, which were mainly directed at her. She was thinking up an appropriately snarky comment when she got the sudden feeling that something was wrong. She looked to her side and saw empty space where a useless Gryffindor bimbo should be standing.
"Brown!" Daphne hissed as she scrambled towards Harry. Lavender had sat down to Harry's right again. Daphne plopped down to his left, scooting over until she was as uncomfortably close to the Boy-Who-Lived as the other girl. Harry was blushing profusely.
Susan was left standing, and the redhead was looking down at the floor, wondering if she should return to her compartment and just let these other two girls have their fight for Harry. She clearly had no shot.
Harry saw Susan's expression and he got a determined look on his face. "Come here Susan, you can sit on my lap."
Everyone else in the compartment gaped in shock. The shy Hufflepuff became even redder in the face as she walked over to Harry. They made eye contact and Harry offered her a grin. Susan turned around and sat down on Harry's lap.
Susan was short but heavier than the other girls. The feel of her warm body and her large rump on him excited Harry to no end. Susan yipped as she felt Harry's cock swell up against her bottom. Daphne and Lavender shot the redhead spiteful glares, while Ron and Hermione sat down across from them, completely perplexed by this whole situation.
"So, Harry, we leave you alone for half-an-hour and now you've got got three girls trying to squeeze the life out of you?" Hermione said in her best clinical tone.
"Looks like that's whats happening 'Mione." Harry drawled out, his entire being trying to avoid thinking about how his cock had just wedged in between Susan's ass cheeks. Not wanting to lose ground, the other two girls pressed their boobs up against his side even harder.
"You gotta be the luckiest bloke I know Harry" Ron grumbled. Hermione swatted him on the arm
"Seriously Ronald?"
"What? He's got three birds hanging off him. How is that not lucky?"
"How is it lucky to have to fight a Basilisk or have an escaped convict out to kill you?"
Ron's face reddened as he looked apologetically at Harry. "Sorry mate, you know how I meant it."
"S'allright Ron." Harry waved him off.
"You killed a Basilisk Potter?" Daphne asked incredulously. She couldn't believe the rumors were true.
"Hah, someone isn't plugged in to the latest gossip. I knew that tidbit a week after it happened." Lavender chirped triumphantly.
Susan turned her head so she could look back at Harry. "That was really brave of you Harry. I'm sorry again for having doubted you." She said apologetically.
"There she goes again!"
Somehow, things settled into a bizarre normality for the rest of the train ride. The six teenagers talked, Daphne actually made Hermione laugh, Lavender and Susan talked about their favorite chocolates, Ron and Harry talked about their quidditch prospects, with Daphne sprinkling a few light-hearted insults here and there. And the whole ride, they all pretended like Harry's cock wasn't constantly twitching on Susan's ass and his hands hadn't found their way onto the other girls thighs.
Finally, it was time to change and Hermione forced them apart so the girls could change.
Hermione glanced over at the other three girls as she slipped her robe on. "So uhhh… are you three just going after Harry now?"
Lavender shrugged. "Looks like it. Its too late for you to join the fold Hermione." She asserted. Hermione begged off. "Harry's like a brother to me, I just want to make sure you don't have ulterior motives."
Daphne scoffed. "Potter is famous, handsome and he has a great bum. That's all the motivation I need." Plus, Lady Daphne Potter had a very nice ring to it.
Susan smiled. "I understand your concern Hermione. I didn't come here looking to date him. But after all that's happened, I can't see myself backing off." Daphne and Lavender shared an eye roll at Susan's innocent act.