1All of them

by Stayrr

Each chapter is a different one.

21. A month of sharing, part 1

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/14510004.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/F, F/M, Multi Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Astoria Greengrass/Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter Character: Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Threesome - F/F/M, Polyamory, Explicit Sexual

Content, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Spitroasting, Bathtub Sex

Series: Part 2 of Share With Your Sister Stats: Published: 2018-05-02 Updated: 2018-05-12 Chapters: 12/31 Words:

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A Month of Sharing

by MayorHaggar

Summary

A month in the lives of Astoria Greengrass, Harry Potter and Daphne Potter née Greengrass.

Notes

Written as part of the May Madness fest for 2018.

This is a direct sequel, set some months after 'Sharing is Caring.' The plan is to write a short chapter for each day of the month, all of which will feature some combination of the Harry/Daphne/Astoria threesome pairing. Wish me /tags/No Archive Warnings /tags/Harry Potter - J*d* K*d* /tags/Astoria Greengrass*s*Daphne Greengrass*s*Harry /tags/Astoria /tags/Daphne /tags/Harry /tags/Sibling /tags/Threesome - /tags/Explicit Sexual /tags/Light /tags/Oral /tags/Vaginal /tags/Bathtub /users/MayorHaggar/pseuds/MayorHaggar

May 1st: Brother-in-Law, Bound

Astoria Greengrass opened the door to her flat with a tired sigh. As much as she enjoyed her new job as a photographer for the Daily Prophet, the hours were much longer than she'd worked at Eeylops Owl Emporium. It had been especially draining over the past week, with one Ministry function after another that her boss had assigned her.

What she needed right now was some stress relief. She briefly considered popping in unannounced at the Potter residence. She had a standing invitation to show up any time she pleased, a privilege that wasn't even granted to Ron, Hermione or Tracey. (Their exclusion had nothing to do with any lack of trust though. It was simply so their friends wouldn't accidentally walk in on something obscene. That wasn't a concern with Astoria. She'd seen it all, and joined in plenty of times.)

Regretfully, she discarded the idea. As tempting as the thought was, Harry and Daphne had only gotten back from their honeymoon yesterday. She'd give the newlyweds their space for a few days longer, after which they'd damn well better be ready to make up for lost time.

She tossed her purse on the kitchen table and slipped off her shoes before walking into her bedroom, where she planned on rubbing out a quick one and then hopefully getting to sleep without too much trouble. She almost shrieked in surprise when she realized her bed was already occupied, but the shock immediately turned to delight once her brain fully processed the sight.

Harry Potter, her new brother-in-law as of two weeks ago, was nude on her bed. That vision, though every bit as wonderful as it had always been, wasn't uncommon. What was new was the fact that he was flat on his back, his hands bound above his head by what appeared to be some kind of rope. He picked his head up off the pillow as she walked in and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Welcome home, Astoria," he said.

"I guess I could say the same to you," she said. "I'd ask how your honeymoon was, but now doesn't really feel like the time to chitchat, what with you laying here bound and naked in my bed and all."

"Daph and I figured you'd be waiting to greet us yesterday when we got back. Honestly, we were kind of disappointed when you weren't," he said with a frown.

"I assumed you guys would want your space for a few days. You know, newlyweds and all." She began stripping off her clothes as she talked, because let's face it, this night was only going to end one way.

"Daphne thought that might be the reason. That's why she sent me over here to wait for you and show you how wrong you are."

"How considerate of her," Astoria said. She meant it. After all these months of being a happily willing participant in...well, in whatever it was she had with Harry and her sister, going over two weeks without getting laid felt more like two years. Daphne couldn't have given her a better present than her brother-in-law, naked in her bed and ready for her. She would sincerely thank her the next time she saw her. But right now, there were more important matters to attend to.

The moment she'd gotten her bra and panties off, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Harry. There was no need for foreplay; he'd been ready before she came in, and she'd been waiting for this moment for the past two weeks.

Astoria sank down onto Harry, groaning in satisfaction as he filled her. How had she gone so long without this? How stupid had she been, not being there in their bed with bells on (and nothing else), waiting for them to fuck her brains out the moment they got back from their honeymoon in Paris?

She rode him hard and fast, not pacing herself in the least. This wasn't the time for anything other than pure, frantic fucking. She rose and fell on him as quickly as she could manage, seeking nothing other than her immediate gratification, the release of two weeks' worth of pent-up sexual frustration.

She truly was fond of Harry, but for the moment she was using him as a mere tool with which to get off. He seemed to understand her urgent need, or at the very least did not have a problem with her using him in this way, because he stayed on his back, kept his mouth shut and did nothing to object to anything she was doing. There wasn't much he could do to participate. Trying to thrust up into her from below would have been pointless with how hard she was riding him. He usually loved to squeeze her breasts or especially her arse when she rode him, but he couldn't even do that this time since his hands were bound and useless. Normally that would be as disappointing for her as it was for him, but she was too focused on getting off as fast as humanly possible to care about anything else.

Astoria came with a high-pitched shriek. She hadn't thought to cast any silencing charms to keep her neighbors from hearing her, but that was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She wasn't attached to this flat anyway; let the neighbors complain and get her thrown out. It would be well worth it. She pulled off of him and exhaled in relief. How badly she'd needed that!

As she came down from her high, Astoria realized her brother-in-law hadn't gotten off and was still hard and ready for more. She grinned, settled down on her belly between his spread legs and took his cock into her mouth. She'd figured he'd be sexed out after his honeymoon, but apparently Daphne had left some for her.

'What a thoughtful big sister', Astoria thought to herself as she began sucking off said sister's husband.

May 2nd: Making Love

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Astoria's eyes blinked open, and she rolled over to check the time. Almost nine in the morning. That was a surprise; she was usually an early riser. Then again, she had worked off two weeks' worth of excess energy last night...

She stretched her arms above her head and glanced over to her left, expecting to see Harry sleeping beside her, but she was alone in her bed. She frowned in disappointment, but she supposed it made sense. He'd probably gone home to his wife in the middle of the night.

"Good morning, Astoria. Hope you're hungry."

She sat up quickly as Harry walked into her bedroom, carrying a tray of eggs and bacon with him. It smelled delicious, but that was no surprise. Harry was an excellent cook and routinely treated her and Daphne to a tasty breakfast after a night of fun, which was how Astoria had turned into an early bird in the first place.

"Put it down over there, please," she said, nodding towards her bedside table. "And put a stasis charm on it so it doesn't get cold."

"You aren't hungry yet?" He set the food down and did as she asked.

"I am," she admitted, "but there are other things I have to take care of first." She shot him a flirty smile and winked to make her point clear, not that he'd have had any trouble connecting the dots on his own.

"Seriously?" he exclaimed, eyebrows raised. "You're still itching for more after last night?"

"Are you complaining?" she asked, staring at him skeptically.

"Of course not," he assured her. "I'm just surprised. I've never known you to turn down breakfast in bed. Especially after you've worked up such an appetite the night before."

"Last night was fun," she said, and they shared a smile. "It was just what I needed: a good, hard shagging. Now I want to make love."

"As you wish," he said softly. She never tired of hearing that phrase from him, and he knew it. He smiled at her and sat back down beside her on the bed. He held his arms open in invitation, and she happily pulled herself into his embrace. Harry's strong arms wrapped around her slim body, and he pulled in for a tender kiss. They'd kissed a few times throughout the course of their activities last night, but this was altogether different. Their tongues did not fight for dominance this time, and there was no hair pulling (primarily by her, since his arms had been bound for most of the night.) This was slow and sweet, a kiss reserved for lovers. She closed her eyes and let herself get swept up in her feelings. Brother-in-law or not, she truly did love this man.

She could've gone on kissing him for hours, but eventually he maneuvered them so she was on her back and he hovered over her. She'd gone to bed nude, but he'd put his nightshirt and boxers back on when he went and made breakfast, so it was time for those to go. He pulled the nightshirt over his head and tossed it on the ground, and then she helped him lower his boxers.

He took his time, kissing his way down her neck and to her breasts, which he began lavishing

plenty of attention on. She moaned and ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him to keep his face right where it was.

He entered her slowly, and she groaned at the sensation. She'd said she wanted to make love, and that's exactly what he was doing. He started moving within her, taking his time and moving at a very deliberate pace. One of the major pluses of all this, in her opinion, was that he was able to continue worshipping her breasts throughout it all. She may not have been blessed with a bust as large as Daphne's, but that didn't mean she enjoyed Harry's treatment of them any less.

Last night had been exactly what she needed at the time, and this was exactly what she needed now. She wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, wanting to keep his body as close to hers as possible. She placed a tender kiss on the top of his head, then rested her head back on her mildly comfortable pillow. This was going to be a long one, and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible.

--

"Are you two having fun?"

Astoria's eyes popped open. She'd been perfectly relaxed, enjoying having Harry's head between her legs after having gone far too long without, and apparently he'd been just as caught up in his oral efforts since he also hadn't reacted to their visitor until she spoke.

The two of them sat up, but they didn't bother trying to get under the covers or otherwise protect their modesty. They both knew that voice very well, and there was no need to hide anything from her view.

Daphne was standing at the door to Astoria's bedroom, dressed in the crisp black robes she wore to work every day in her job at the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

"Why're you dressed for work?" Astoria asked, frowning at her sister. "Mum said you were going in late on your first day back."

"I did. It's one in the afternoon, and since it's been about sixteen hours since I've seen my husband, I thought I'd visit his last known location."

Astoria's eyes widened, but her bedside clock confirmed that her sister had been telling the truth. She knew she was in for a long bout of lovemaking, but not even she could've guessed they'd pass so many hours in a haze of kissing, cuddling, sleeping, and of course sex.

'Wait...it's one in the afternoon? On May 2nd?'

"Shit!" Astoria shouted. "The Holyhead Harpies are hosting an afternoon brunch for their fan club today, and I'm supposed to be there in 45 minutes to take photos!"

She shot up off the bed, hurried to her wardrobe and started pulling out fresh clothes in a panic. Her stomach grumbled in protest now that she was up and on her feet, and she looked towards the bedside table where Harry had left her breakfast so many hours ago, but the plate was nowhere to be seen.

"If you're looking for the eggs and bacon, I already ate it all," Daphne said, smiling at her innocently.

"What? Why the hell'd you do that?!"

"You two were passed out in each other's arms, I was hungry and you've hogged my personal

chef long enough," Daphne said with a shrug, not looking at all guilty about stealing her sister's meal (or about referring to her husband as her personal chef, though Astoria didn't take notice of the latter.)

"Bitch," Astoria grumbled as she dashed out of her bedroom, carrying her trainers with her (when it came to her photography, practicality won out over fashion every time.)

"Nice to see you too, Tori," Daphne teased as her younger sister ran past her. "My honeymoon was lovely, thanks for asking."

Chapter End Notes

Day 2: Vanilla Sex

May 3rd: Red is Your Color

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"So when am I going to get this present you've been bragging about all night?" Astoria asked, taking a sip of the wine Daphne had brought back from her honeymoon. Harry was having a Friday night out with Ron and Hermione tonight, so the Greengrass sisters were having dinner and catching up.

The dinner wasn't as good as it could've been. Daphne wasn't a terrible cook, but there was a reason Harry prepared most of the meals. Still, Astoria was having a great time chatting with her big sister, who she hadn't had a chance to really talk with since the day before her wedding. She'd described her honeymoon in great detail. Daphne gushed about how beautiful Paris was, but based on the stories she'd told Astoria could only conclude that most of their two weeks had been spent in the hotel suite. Not that she could blame her big sister for that. If Astoria had been in her shoes, she might not have ever made it out of the room at all.

"Well, I was really hoping Harry would be back by the time I gave it to you, but knowing Ron, he's going to be stuck talking Quidditch for hours," Daphne grumbled. Astoria polished off her glass of wine and smiled.

"Poor Harry," she said lightly, placing her glass down on the table and wiping her mouth. "As much as he loves Quidditch, even he's bored to death once Weasley starts up about the Cannons. Yeah, even if we tried to wait for him, I'd probably pass out right here at the table before he got back."

"Probably," Daphne agreed with a frown. "And the last thing I need is you getting your drool all over this brand new kitchen table, so I'll go get it now."

"Ha ha," Astoria said. She sat back and drummed her fingers against the tabletop while Daphne went into the master bedroom to retrieve the vaunted present. While she waited, Astoria looked around from her seat. Harry and Daphne had moved into this new house about a month and a half before their wedding, but the kitchen looked brand new to her eyes now that it was stocked with various wedding presents (including the kitchen table, a gift from Ron's parents.)

"Catch," Daphne said, and Astoria looked up just in time to catch the box that her sister flung at her. She shot Daphne an annoyed look, but her older sister just smirked at her. Astoria's annoyance was forgotten almost instantly once she began tearing into the wrapping paper. She loved presents!

"Wow," she said, whistling as she pulled the present out of its packaging and held it in her hands.

"I loved this the moment I saw it. I wanted to buy it for myself, but I think it'll look better on you," Daphne explained. "I would've gotten green for myself, but I think red's more your color."

"I agree," Astoria said, staring down at the material with a grin. "I don't even want to know how much this cost, but thanks."

"It'll be more than worth the price tag once you get to model it for Harry," Daphne said suggestively.

"Oh, he'll love it," Astoria agreed. "But since you picked it out and all, I think it's only fair if you get the first look at it."

get the first look at it."

She carried her present up the stairs and towards the master bedroom, feeling her sister's eyes on her ass with every step.

--

Astoria emerged from the master bathroom with a flourish, wanting to impress her audience. And Daphne was a very captive audience indeed, sitting on the bed and eyeing her sister up hungrily as she confidently sashayed into the bedroom.

Harry was definitely going to love this red lingerie set once he saw her in it, but Daphne was clearly enjoying the view as well. The garter belt and stockings did wonders to accentuate her long legs, and Astoria was playing it up to maximum effect. She propped her left leg up on a chair and made a show of bending over and running her hands up and down the entire length of her leg.

"I think you picked a winner, sis," she said. "Whatever it cost, this is really--"

"Get over here," Daphne hissed, cutting her off as she shot up off the bed. She grabbed her sister by the hand, and Astoria allowed herself to be pulled onto Daphne's lap as the elder sister claimed the chair. Daphne's lips crashed into hers, the older sister claiming the lips of the younger in a demanding kiss.

Astoria wiggled into position, sitting sideways on her sister's lap as they continued to kiss. Daphne's hands started rubbing her stocking-clad legs, and Astoria could feel herself getting hotter.

Harry was going to have to wait to see her in her new lingerie, because Daphne was going to have it on the floor within minutes.

Chapter End Notes

Day 3: Lady in Red

May 4th: Bad Wives Deserve a Spanking

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"Did you seriously finish ALL that wine?"

"Mmm," Daphne said sleepily, ignoring the voice and stretching out on the couch with her eyes closed.

"I know there wasn't much left from your girl's night with Astoria last night, but you promised to save me some," the voice complained. Stupid voice.

"I was bored," she said, still refusing to open her eyes. "You were out with Ron again, and Tori had to work today, cuz she's got a stupid job that makes her work on Saturdays. Stupid.

"As if I wouldn't have rather stayed home with you today," the voice replied. "Ron kept pestering me at the bar last night until I agreed to go with him to the Chudley Cannons museum. It was the sorriest thing I've ever seen."

"Stupid," she said again.

"I can't argue with you there," the voice conceded. At least the voice was learning that she was always right.

"And don't you forget it," she said. Or at least tried to say. Her mouth was feeling really dry all of a sudden. "Need some water," she mumbled.

"I'll get that for you," the voice offered, but she was already halfway off the couch and onto her feet.

"I can get it," she said, waving her hand dismissively. She started making her way towards the kitchen, blinking her eyes to try and wake herself up. "I didn't drink THAT much...oof!"

She lost her footing as she stepped from the carpet of the sitting room onto the hard floor of the kitchen, stumbled forward and instinctively reached out for whatever she could grab onto for balance. She avoided falling flat on her face by grabbing onto the edge of the kitchen table. Unfortunately, in doing so she knocked a bag off the table and onto the floor. She had no clue what was inside the bag, but the sound of crashing glass couldn't be a good sign.

"Oh, that's just lovely," the voice grumbled from behind her. She turned and opened her eyes wide, now fully awake.

"Sorry," she said, smiling sheepishly at her husband. She looked down at the bag, which judging by the label could only be memorabilia Harry had just brought back from the Cannons museum. "Let me just grab my wand and fix whatever it was I just broke."

"That's not going to be much help," he said, frowning down at the bag. "You could repair the glass, sure, but the wizards obviously fled the picture frame in fear. No way they're coming back."

"Ah," she said, not sure what else to say. Then, "Wait, why'd you buy a picture from the Chudley Cannons museum?"

"Framed picture of the team from the last time they won the league, in 1892. It was supposed to be

a present for Ron," he explained. "I bought it while he was distracted so I could surprise him for Christmas. Not that it's going to do me any good now."

"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'd offer to pay you back, but we share all our money now we're married, so..."

"Don't worry about it," he said with a shrug. "Not like I emptied the vault on it or anything."

"Right," she said, relieved he wasn't truly angry with her. But still, she felt the urge to do something to make it up to him. Something to turn his day around...

"I think I need to be punished," she whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"I was bad, Harry. You should punish me." She turned away from him, placing her hands on the kitchen table again and bending over, sticking her bum out towards him. She wiggled it for added effect. "Give me a spanking."

When they'd first started dating, Harry would've blushed and stammered in embarrassment at this point. But she'd long since broken down his inhibitions and gotten him to embrace his inner pervert, ready to cross over into something sexual at any time (and in any place, for that matter.)

"I believe you're right, Miss Greengrass," he said sternly, effortlessly slipping into character. Okay, she had to be honest; Astoria had been a huge help in getting him to hone his role-playing skills.

"Mrs. Potter," she corrected, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I'm Mrs. Potter now."

"Ah, how right you are," he said with a smile. "And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't discipline my new wife when she stepped out of line?" He stepped up behind her and flipped her skirt up, then yanked her panties down to expose her bum. "How many spanks do you think you deserve, Mrs. Potter?"

"How much did the picture cost?" she asked, staring straight ahead again. He ran his hand across her bare bum teasingly, and she shivered in anticipation.

"Slightly under ten Galleons. But ten's a nice even number, so we'll round up."

"Ten isn't enough," she gasped. 'My arse wouldn't be nearly red enough after only ten', she thought privately.

"What was that?" he questioned, continuing to rub her arse.

"Ten isn't enough," she repeated. "You went to all that trouble to get a present for your friend, and I ruined it. I deserve double the punishment."

"So twenty spanks then?" She nodded her head emphatically. "I would've allowed you to get away with ten, but it's admirable that you're so willing to accept full responsibility for what you did. Very well, twenty spanks it is. Count them off."

His hand stopped rubbing her bum, and she held her breath, waiting for the other shoe (or hand, in this case) to drop. There was a long delay as Harry, the cheeky bastard, made her wait for it. And then...

"One!" she called clearly. It was a warm-up smack on her right bum cheek.

"Two!" This one, to her left cheek, was only slightly harder.

"Three!" Back to the right, pretty much the same.

"Four!" To the left, a little harder. This was about as hard as he'd been willing to spank her the first time they'd tried this. He'd been too afraid, worried he might hurt her. But now...

"Five!" That one stung a little bit.

"Six!" Yeah, now he was getting into it...

"Seven!" This was just what she needed!

"Eight!" How long had it been since he'd spanked her like this?

"Nine!" Far too long!

"Ten! Holy shit, Harry, harder!"

"No talking!" he barked.

"ELEVEN!" She flinched on that one. The authoritative Mr. Potter might've been upset by her speaking out of turn, but he'd definitely listened to her plea.

"TWELVE!" The sound of his hand smacking her arse was getting progressively louder, echoing throughout the kitchen, and she shouted louder and louder in return.

"THIR--teEN!" she yelped. He surprised her that time, spanking her left cheek for the second time in a row instead of alternating from one to the other like he'd been doing.

"FOURTEEN!" The third straight hard smack on her left cheek. It was starting to hurt now, but it was a good hurt.

"AH, FIFTEEN!" Four straight. If she could see her arse right now, she was sure she'd see his handprint on her left arse cheek. Instead she stared straight ahead, doing all she could to control her moans so she could continue to obediently keep count.

"SIXTEEN!" As her neglected right cheek finally received another swat, she wondered if it would be worth disobeying after all and potentially forcing him to start back over at one.

"SEVENTEEN!" Another to the right cheek. He'd surely be disappointed with her if she followed through on her thought, but maybe she'd be able to earn his forgiveness by dropping to her knees and sucking him off right there in the kitchen. They hadn't done that yet, at least not in this new house.

"EIGHTEEN!" But in the end, she decided to be a good girl. A fresh new set of spanks would be great, but that would just delay their first fuck on this brand new kitchen table.

"N-NINETEEEEN!" She could feel herself almost panting at this point. After four straight smacks, her right cheek was surely just as red as the left by now. As much as she was enjoying this spanking, she was now looking forward to it being over. Not because she was in pain, or couldn't take any more, but because at this point she wanted nothing more than for him to pick her up, throw her on top of the table and shag her brains out.

"TWENTY!" she shouted, loud and clear, as the fifth straight spank connected with her pale (or formerly pale, at any rate) right arse cheek.

"What do you say?" Harry asked, his voice gentler now.

"Th-thank you, sir," she said breathlessly. As she stared down, she noted that she'd gotten a bit of drool on the table. Good thing Astoria had a job today and wasn't here to see this, or she'd never let her live this down after her teasing last night.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Potter." He gently rubbed her arse, massaging the same areas he'd just turned red, and she sighed at the soothing touch.

She broke away, shimmied her panties the rest of the way off and laid her fully body weight onto the table, chest-first. Best to avoid putting any pressure on her poor bum right now.

"Let's break this table in properly, Mr. Potter," she said, grinning over her shoulder as she watched him unzip his trousers.

Chapter End Notes

Day 4: Spanking

May 5th: A Great Day for a Roast

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Astoria whistled as she opened the front door to the Potter residence. She didn't bother knocking; Harry and Daphne insisted she didn't ever need to because she was always welcome. Besides, they knew she was coming today anyway.

Harry, who had more vacation time saved up than Daphne because he so rarely took days off, was finally going back to work tomorrow. Daphne had invited Astoria over for brunch to celebrate, and she'd gone all out and brought a delicious pie with her. (Store-bought, not homemade. She didn't have Harry's talent in the kitchen, or even Daphne's for that matter.)

She'd expected them to be in the sitting room, or perhaps getting things ready in the kitchen, but there was no sign of either of them. Strange; there had been an insanely long line in the bakery, so she was almost thirty minutes late according to the time Daphne gave her. (A makeup mishap had accounted for about fifteen minutes of that lost time, but she would be heaping all the blame on the bakery when she explained her tardiness to her lovers.)

"Hello?" she called out. Maybe they were running late themselves, and were still up in their bedroom? But there was no answer, and the house remained utterly silent. Surely they'd have been able to hear her from anywhere in the house. Unless they were too busy shagging, but in that case she would've had no problem hearing them. Maybe they were setting up the table in the backyard so they could eat outside? In London, the weather didn't get much nicer than it was today. The sun was out, it was the perfect temperature, not too hot or too cold, with not a rain cloud in sight.

She set her store-bought pie down on the kitchen worktop and made her way to the back door. She slid the door open, poked her head out, and there she found them.

It seemed they'd had the same thought about setting up the table to eat outside, but apparently they'd gotten sidetracked. One of the chairs was pushed out away from the table. Harry sat in said chair, his trousers down around his ankles, and Daphne was riding him for all she was worth. Astoria could see her sister's sundress hanging up on the back of one of the other chairs, and if she wasn't mistaken, a pair of green panties rested on top of it.

'It's a good thing they decided against inviting mum and dad over,' she mused. Astoria was immune to walking in on the two of them fucking at this point, but she doubted her father would react well to this scene. She, on the other hand, was of a mind to join in. She slowly closed the sliding glass door behind her, careful not to make a sound and alert them. Might as well take advantage of this distraction and make a grand entrance.

She slipped off her high-heeled shoes and crept out into the backyard on her tiptoes. She continued her slow and steady progress until Harry's eyes popped open and he was staring straight at her. Damn those Auror reflexes! And she was trying to be so stealthy too!

She froze on the spot, and she and Harry stared at each other while Daphne, unaware and lost in her own blissful world, continued to bounce away on his cock with her eyes shut tight. Harry could've alerted her with a single word or touch, but he remained silent, hands on her legs, watching Astoria.

Astoria held a finger up to her lips, pleading with him not to spoil her surprise. He gave her the tiniest of nods, and she flashed a bright smile at him before getting down onto her hands and

knees. He raised an eyebrow, but still did nothing to intervene as his sister-in-law slowly, quietly crawled around to the front side of the chair.

She very nearly ruined it all by cursing out loud when she got close enough to get a good look at her sister's arse. Her normally alabaster skin was bright red, and she was pretty sure she could make out a handprint on Daphne's bum cheeks. Holy shit, Harry must've really gone all out on her yesterday! It was shame she had to miss that. Then again...

SMACK!

"OWW! What the fuck?!" Daphne screamed. She shot up off of Harry and back to her feet, and Astoria grinned up at her sister from her knees.

"Hi, sis," she said, with a cheerful wave up at her.

"You little bitch," Daphne hissed, reaching down to massage her stinging bum. "Do you have any idea how sore my arse is today?"

"I saw the handprints, so yeah, I think I've got a pretty good idea," Astoria said, nodding matter- of-factly. "Don't pretend like you don't like it. I'd bet every Galleon in my Gringotts account that the entire thing was your idea."

Daphne had no response to that, so she just shook her head and muttered under her breath. Astoria, still on her knees, glanced over at Harry, or more specifically at Harry's cock, which was more or less at eye level from her current position. It was begging for attention, and she could see Harry slowly stroking it with his hand. She licked her lips.

"If you don't take your seat back in the next five seconds, I'm taking it for myself," she warned Daphne, though her attention remained squarely on her brother-in-law's crotch. Her sister said nothing, so Astoria scooted forward on her knees, grabbed onto the arm rests of the chair for support and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. He groaned immediately, and she moaned in return, though it was muffled as she slid her head down further and took more of him into her mouth.

Astoria bobbed her head up and down, slurping happily on Harry's length as she stared up at him from her knees. She was relishing the look of lust in his bright emerald eyes as he returned her gaze, but she was abruptly deprived of the eye contact when Harry broke away to look at something happening behind her. She only had a moment to narrow her eyes in irritation before those same eyes suddenly widened in surprise as she felt her legs being nudged further apart. She could've struggled against it, but realizing it had to be Daphne, she relaxed and allowed her to do as she wanted.

"Mmph!" she grunted at the feeling of something sliding into her. It slid in, then almost all the way back out before another, harder thrust. It felt remarkably like Harry's cock did when he gave her a particularly rough fuck from behind. Granted, it'd been years since anyone other than Harry had that privilege, but she would swear he felt completely different from anyone else, and this was that exact same feeling. But that was physically impossible, since that wonderful cock of his was currently halfway down her throat...

"Do you like it?" Daphne asked, before another thrust. "I got it custom-made at a shop in Paris. They used Harry's actual cock as the model, because why would I want to settle for anything less? I'm sure you agree." Astoria could only moan in response, then gag when another thrust from her sister drove Harry's cock even further down her throat.

After some initial awkwardness as they tried to figure out what worked and what didn't, the three

of them settled into a rhythm. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say Harry and Daphne settled into a rhythm, and Astoria knelt there, got rocked back and forth and loved every second of it.

It was a great day to eat outside, or at least it would be if they ever got around to it. But with a shockingly accurate artificial recreation of Harry's cock taking her from behind while she sucked on the real thing, she decided it was an even better day to enjoy a nice spit roast.

Chapter End Notes

Day 5: Springtime, Outdoor Sex

May 6th: Nature is Beautiful

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Harry signed his name at the bottom of the parchment, sighed and added it to the growing pile on the left side of his desk. He might have never become an Auror if someone had warned him just how much paperwork was involved. There was a tedious amount even at the best of times, and given that this was his first day back at work since before his wedding, his desk may not have ever been more cluttered. He glared at the towering stack of untouched reports he still had to go through, wishing he could set them all on fire and be done with it.

A tapping at his window was a very welcome distraction from the monotony. He could've called one of the junior members of the department in to deal with the owl, but any excuse to take his eyes off of these reports for a few minutes was going to be embraced with open arms. He pushed his chair back and walked the few short steps to the window, grateful for the chance to stretch his legs.

"Ah, hello there, Juniper," he said. Astoria's beautiful eagle owl held out the envelope for him, and he rewarded her with an owl treat. She accepted it with a hoot and then flew right back out the open window. So Astoria must not have been expecting a quick reply to whatever this was.

He considered sitting back down at his desk to read it, but that would put him uncomfortably close to the small mountain of unfinished paperwork that still awaited him, something he wasn't ready for just yet. Harry instead decided to remain standing by the window, which he left open for the moment to let some fresh air in. He pulled the letter out of the envelope and began reading.

Morning, Harry! I'd ask you how your first day back is going, but there's no point since I already know the answer: you've got loads of paperwork left to finish and you're bored out of your skull.

Harry nodded his head. That was a true statement if he'd ever read one.

No official Prophet assignment for me today, but I'm doing a photo shoot for Tracey's family, and it's so nice outside that I walked all the way there just to enjoy it. Shame you're cooped up inside all day!

He grunted, wondering if she was genuinely feeling sympathetic or if she was just rubbing it in.

Anyway, I was early and had some time to kill, so I got a great idea. Since you can't enjoy nature today, I'm bringing nature to you! I took some great photos around the park for you and slipped them into that envelope you're holding. Hope you enjoy them!

That was...actually rather thoughtful of her. He reached back into the envelope and smiled when, as promised, he felt a few photographs down towards the bottom. He was just about to pull one out when there was a knock at his office door.

"Come in," he called out. The door opened, and Head Auror Sean Savage poked his head in.

"Morning, Harry," the man said, smiling. "I hope you had a good honeymoon?"

"Good morning, sir," Harry replied, returning the smile. He didn't know his boss well, but he'd always seemed a decent bloke. "Yeah, it was really great. Daphne's already trying to figure out the next time we can squeeze in another trip to Paris." Savage laughed and nodded.

"It's a beautiful city," he agreed. "But listen, we're glad to have you back, and sorry about all the paperwork. Proudfoot's been looking into a blackmailing case for the last six days, so the reports have piled up."

"I understand," Harry said. He really did, and he knew Proudfoot wouldn't blow off his work intentionally. But understanding that there was a valid reason didn't make the load on his desk any lighter. "I've made good progress already, and I think I should have most of it done by the end of the day."

"That's great," the Head Auror said, smiling in approval. "I know how tedious it can be, and I appreciate your hard work. Just remember to take breaks, yeah?"

"Oh, I will," Harry assured him. "Was just in the middle of one right now, actually."

"Oh, that's good," Savage said, and then seemed to take note of what Harry was holding. "That a letter from your wife?"

"My sister-in-law," he said. "She went outside and took some photos for me since she knew I'd be indoors most of the day." He idly pulled one out to look at it.

"How nice. She must be a really thoughtful young--uh, Harry? You alright?"

"Yes! Uh, yes, sir! Just fine!" he stammered. He stuffed the photo back into the envelope as quickly as he thought he could manage without arousing any more suspicion.

"Okay then," his boss said, squinting at his odd behavior. "I'll just leave you to it then, shall I?"

"Yes, sir!"

His boss left, closing the door behind him, and Harry all but collapsed in his chair. He looked back and forth between the envelope and the door several times, and when he was reassured that no one else was about to come in, he hesitantly pulled the offending photo out.

Astoria hadn't been lying when she wrote about taking some photos of nature. What she'd neglected to mention was that she was prominently featured in every one. In the first one he'd looked at she was sitting on a picnic table, and her dress was hiked up far enough to give him a good look at not just her long, long legs, but her pink underwear as well. In the next she was standing in front of a tree, looking back over her shoulder at the camera and holding her dress up so he could see her arse. Those two were raunchy enough, but he was shocked when he got to the third and final photo she'd taken.

In the foreground of the picture were Neville Longbottom and his girlfriend Hannah Abbott, who were sitting on a bench, holding hands and talking, with no clue that their photo was being taken. Behind them stood Astoria, her dress pulled down to flash her bare breasts at the camera.

That little minx! How did she expect him to get through an entire day of boring desk work after seeing these? Then again, his boss DID encourage him to take breaks...

After carefully arranging all three photos on top of his desk, Harry scooted his chair back to give him more room to stretch his legs. With this being wizard photography, the three Astorias recognized what was about to happen and put on a little show. The first ran her hand along her underwear, the second wiggled her arse at him, and the third shook her shoulders so her smallish but perky breasts jiggled enticingly. All three Astorias smirked as they watched him unzip his trousers.

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Day 6: Exhibitionism

May 7th: Rainy Days and Chocolate Cake

Chapter Notes

Nothing sexual this time. This one's more about establishing some kind of actual plot for this story. I apologize if you're only here for smut, but I have no doubt that there will be plenty of sexytimes still to come!

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Astoria stared out of the window of her sitting room glumly. Mother Nature was making them pay for the beautiful weather over the past couple of days. She awoke this morning to the sound of pouring rain, and it was showing no signs of letting up. The rain perfectly matched her mood.

Yesterday had started off so well. First she'd sent Harry that wonderfully naughty surprise, and then there was the family photo shoot with the Davises, which had gone so well they'd already booked another date with her to do a shoot before Christmas. Then, as so often happened, her entire day was shot to hell when she had dinner with her parents.

She loved her parents, truly. Well, most of the time she did. Maybe not so much right now. Not her dad, at least.

Pretty much from the moment she'd dumped Draco, Cyrus Greengrass had been lecturing her about the importance of marrying and having children. She'd become an expert at letting his comments go in one ear and out the other, but last night he'd touched a raw nerve.

"To think it was your sister I used to worry about," her father said, continuing the argument that had started the moment she sat down at the dining table and had run straight through appetizers and now the main course. "While she showed no interest in courtship, you, the younger sister, were getting serious with the Malfoy heir. Now she's married, and you're seeing no one. When was the last time you even went on a date?"

"Draco was a cheating arse," she said, rolling her eyes as she disinterestedly inspected her fingernails. "Dating him was the biggest mistake I've ever made, just like Daphne warned me it would be, and breaking up with him was one of my best decisions. As for my current dating life, it's really none of your business."

"It IS my business," Cyrus objected. "You're still relatively young, but youth and beauty fade quickly. You need to find a good husband now, before it's too late."

"That's enough, Cyrus," her mother said. Usually her interjection was enough to shut him up and bring Astoria some peace, but apparently he was more determined than usual this time.

"It's not enough, clearly," he said, shaking his head at his wife. "I've tried to give her space and let her get things sorted on her own like you insisted, but where has it gotten us? I know how much of your time you spend with your sister and her new husband, young lady." Astoria had to fight hard not to let her sudden panic show on her face. Did he know? Had her parents figured out the real nature of their relationship?

"Do you think Daphne has nothing better to do than humor her lonely sister?" he admonished, but Astoria could only feel relief. He might know that she spent a lot of time with Daphne and

Harry, but he didn't know what they got up to.

"Most of the time, it's them who invite me over," she pointed out, scooping her peas onto her fork and doing her best to ignore her overbearing father.

"Only because they feel sorry for you," he fired back. She rolled her eyes again; she knew how untrue that was. They loved having her in their home, not to mention their bed, even if she couldn't say that here. "But eventually they're not going to have time for you. One day, hopefully soon, Daphne will become pregnant and they will start a family of their own, a union of the Greengrasses and Potters that will elevate the reputation of both families. And when that happens, they're not going to want you coming into their home several times a week. Unless you find a husband of your own before it is too late, you're going to wind up all alone."

Astoria had screamed at him, thrown her fork down and Apparated away, ignoring her mother's attempts to calm the situation down so they could at least have dessert. She did love her mum's chocolate cake, but if she hadn't left then and there she would've broken down completely. Under no circumstances was she going to let her father see her cry, even though he would've completely misinterpreted the meaning behind it.

She'd wept into her pillow as soon as she got back to her room though. He did have a point, even if he didn't know what it actually was. She loved Harry, and Daphne too. She'd always loved Daphne as a sister of course, but after this whole arrangement had started, those feelings had transfigured into something else, something deeper. And she knew in her heart that they loved her too. But her father was right. Harry and Daphne were married, and one day in the not too distant future they were going to have children. And when it happened, it was going to change everything between the three of them.

Harry and Daphne were married. Harry and Daphne would have kids and start a family. And where would that leave her? What would happen to this crazy thing they had going? When they started their new family, what would be her place in it? Would there even be a place for her, other than 'Aunt Astoria'?

"Quit moping and get your arse up," she heard. She looked away from the rainy window to see Daphne standing before her in her sitting room, still in her work robes, hands on her hips.

"Daph? What're you doing here?" she asked, rubbing at her eyes and hoping they weren't still red after her breakdown and a rough night's sleep.

"Mum told me you and dad got into it again last night, and you Apparated away before dessert. He must've really gotten to you if you skipped out on mum's chocolate cake," Daphne mused.

"He did," she admitted. "Before I left, I even taunted him about how it didn't matter what I did, because the Greengrass name was going to die out since he didn't manage to have any sons."

"Ouch." Daphne winced. "You know that's a sore spot with him."

"I know," she sighed. "He deserved it though."

The sisters drifted into silence, and Astoria took the chance to discretely rub her nose with a tissue.

"Anyway, enough of that," Daphne said brightly, changing the subject. "Mum gave me what was left of the cake, and now that Harry and I are off work, you're going to come over and help us finish it."

"I am?"

"Of course you are," her big sister declared, holding out her hand. Astoria took it, allowing Daphne to pull her up off the chair and to her feet. "It wouldn't be half as much fun without you."

Chapter End Notes

Day 7: Rain

May 8th: Cake, Sleepless Nights and Lazy Sex

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Her patience at an end, Daphne sat up, kicked the bed covers off of her and tossed her pillow onto the floor.

"Told you you shouldn't have eaten that last piece of cake," Harry mumbled from the other side of the bed. His eyes were still closed, but she'd been tossing and turning all night, so his sleep hadn't been much better than hers.

"Shut up, smart arse," she said. "This is at least as much your fault as it is mine."

"How do you figure?" he asked, now with one eye open and trained on her.

"If you'd told me you used the last of the Sleeping Draught, I would've brewed some more. Or maybe you could've brewed some yourself, if you weren't so lousy at potions."

"That's a cheap shot," he said. Both eyes were open now, and he sat up slightly in bed. "You know Snape had a grudge against me."

"Yes, well, all the more reason to let me know we were out of it then," she retorted. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. She sat there in silence for a few minutes, taking mercy on him. She wasn't honestly angry with him, and her insomnia was no reason to deprive him of his own sleep.

"Bugger," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. Then he rolled back over, tucked his hands beneath his head and opened his eyes. "What time is it, anyway?" She looked over at the clock beside the bed.

"It's a little after 4:30," she supplied, drawing a groan from her husband.

"Well I'm not making it back to sleep now, so I guess we're just going to lay here for two hours until it's time to get up and start getting ready for work," he said. "Tomorrow sure will be fun."

"It's technically today now," she pointed out. That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because his groan was louder than the first one. She sympathized, because she wasn't looking forward to sorting out accidental splinching on no sleep. But then she got a great idea. "Hey, since we aren't going to be able to fall back asleep anyway, and we've got a couple of hours to kill..."

She scooted back underneath the bed covers and slid her hand over, rubbing his crotch through his boxers.

"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "You seriously want to do that now, two hours before we've gotta get up and go to work, after we didn't get any sleep? Do you have any idea how much tomorrow will suck?"

"Today," she reminded him cheekily, continuing to rub him. She could feel his body beginning to respond to her touch. "And hey, it's already going to suck anyway, so why don't we just have some fun while we can?" He seemed to think about it for a second, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Fuck it; maybe I'll be able to use my paperwork as a pillow and sleep at my desk," he said, making her chuckle. "I don't have much energy though, so don't expect my usual performance."

"Don't worry about it. In fact, just leave everything to me. You know when you're so tired that you can't even fall asleep? That's where I'm at now."

He didn't object, so she pulled the covers off of him and got on top. She had to pull her pajama bottoms off, but she didn't undress either of them any further. He still wasn't completely ready, but she solved that dilemma pretty easily by grinding her hips into him for a couple of minutes. All she had to do from there was push her knickers to the side and pull his boxers down past his cock, and it was down to business.

Daphne had a couple of hours to kill, so she was in no real hurry to speed things along. She slowly sank down on him, and when she hit bottom she just stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having him inside of her. Then she leisurely rolled her hips, and after that got a bit boring, she raised back up to repeat the entire process.

Harry was content to stay on his back and let her control their leisurely pace, but even groggy, lazy and half-asleep, his hands were never going to be idle during sex. At first he simply rested his hands against her knicker-clad bum and gave it the occasional rub or slight squeeze, then they gently rubbed her back through her nightshirt. That actually felt pretty good. She made a mental note to ask him to give her a full-on massage when they got home, but it wasn't long before his hands went underneath the shirt and worked their way up to her breasts. No surprise there. She didn't usually wear a bra to bed, so he was able to grab onto and squeeze her bare breasts.

She rested her own hands against his chest as she rode him, rubbing his faded Gryffindor shirt. When she was on top for a slow ride she would usually dip down for plenty of kisses, but the possibility of morning breath (from either of them, or both) nixed that idea this time. Instead she lowered her head for the occasional suck or gentle nip against the side of his neck.

She kept up her methodical pace the entire way through, wanting to draw out her release for as long as possible, but eventually she found it anyway. She bit her lip, then decided to dive back in and bite his ear instead. Whether it was the slight pain of the bite, the feeling of her orgasm or a combination of both, Harry followed her soon thereafter, raising his hips off the bed for the first time and giving her breasts one last squeeze as he shot off inside of her.

She rolled off of him and got to her feet, discarding her knickers and walking to the wardrobe to grab a fresh pair. On her way back she took another look over at the clock. Still another half hour or so until she'd normally be getting up. She knew he was right, and they were both in for a seriously long and exhausting day. But hey, at least it started off on the right foot.

Chapter End Notes

Day 8: Partially clothed sex

May 9th: Suck and Run

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"Hi, Astoria. Good to see you," Harry said, getting up off of the couch to come and greet her at the front door of the Potter residence. "How was work?"

"I'll let you know when I'm done," she said, having a sip of water from the bottle she'd brought with her.

"I thought you were done," he said, confused. "You didn't skive off just for me, did you?"

"Nope. I was doing prep stuff around the office this morning and afternoon, and then I've got to go with Tracey and take some photographs while she interviews some of the Puddlemere United players tonight," she explained. "I've only got about 20 minutes before I have to get over there, but you sounded so lonely during our Floo call that I decided to drop by."

"I'm not that lonely," he objected, but shifted and cleared his throat awkwardly when she stared at him skeptically.

"So Daph's out cold, huh?"

"Yeah, she didn't get any sleep the night before last, and then last night her department had a big emergency meeting," Harry explained as he led his sister-in-law into the sitting room. "She went straight to bed when we got home from work today."

"Leaving you all alone," Astoria teased. She took another drink of her water. "Poor neglected Harry. I wish I could stay and keep you company, but I really do only have a few minutes."

"I'm pretty sure I can manage one night on my own without burning the house down," he said with a grin. "I made some salad for myself, and Daphne if she ever gets up tonight. There's plenty, so you can grab a bowl before you go if you want."

"Brilliant!" she said, grinning. "You're my hero."

"I aim to please," he said, giving his best pompous Gilderoy Lockhart impression. He bowed theatrically.

"So do I," she purred, giving him a flirty smile that he'd seen many times before. Usually it meant wonderful things were in his immediate future, but surely not right now?

Astoria put her water down on the end table, kneeled in front of him and quickly undid his trousers.

"Didn't you just say you have somewhere to be?" he reminded her, though he offered no resistance as she tugged his trousers and boxers down.

"I do." She nodded and began stroking him. "Which means we're going to need to be fast."

She was true to her word. She didn't aim to tease him with light strikes of her hand or fleeting kisses on the head of his cock, as she often did when down on her knees for him. Everything she did was designed to get him fully aroused as quickly as possible, and she accomplished it in record time.

Astoria knew what he liked and what got him going, and she put that knowledge to use to get him off as fast as possible. She bobbed her head up and down his length steadily, with her tongue constantly in play and her eyes never leaving his face. Her right hand continued to stroke whatever wasn't in her mouth at the moment, and her left hand tickled his bollocks. He could only grab onto the back of the chair, hold on for dear life and stare down in awe at those lovely blue eyes.

He badly wanted to grab her by that dark blonde hair, pull her mouth off of his cock, throw her into the chair, bury his head between her legs and return the favor. He wanted to take her into his arms, carry her into his bed and wake his wife up so the three of them could spend the rest of the night lost in pleasure.

That's what he wanted, but one doesn't always get what they want. Daphne needed her sleep and Astoria had a job to do, so he stayed exactly where he was, let her carry her task out to its finish and made no attempts to resist the pleasure he was feeling or delay his climax.

"You're doing great, Astoria...almost there," he said, both to praise her and to give her the option of pulling back and finishing him off with her hand. Her head kept right on bobbing, and she continued to stare up at him as he reached the end.

She kept her lips sealed tightly around him until she was sure he'd given her every last drop he had. Then and only then did she pull her head off of him. She remained on her knees for a moment, and he watched her make a show of opening her mouth and showing him his semen collected on her tongue, which she then swallowed with a loud slurp.

"Thanks for the meal," she said, allowing him to help her back up to her feet. She grabbed her water, poured the remainder into her mouth and swirled it around before swallowing it.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be thanking you." He went into the kitchen to scoop some salad into a small bowl for her.

"That's thanks enough," she said with a smile as he handed her the bowl. "Hopefully I'll have time to eat it really quick before Tracey's ready to start, but if not I guess I can just eat when I get home. Sorry to fuck and run, or I guess it's suck and run in this case, but I'm cutting it really close as it is. Good night, Harry!"

"Night, Astoria. Thanks for stopping by." He watched her exit via Floo, shook his head in wonder at her brief but memorable visit, and settled in on the couch for a night of TV by himself.

Chapter End Notes

Day 9: Blow my mind, lightning round (quick sex)

May 10th: Gains and Losses

Chapter Notes

Today's a plot day. Nothing sexual here. Some angst, but I promise we'll get back to fun soon!

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Astoria eyed the various dishes spread out on Harry and Daphne's kitchen worktop. Everything looked so delicious, but she knew it would be rude to start piling anything onto her plate until Daphne got back from her routine Healer check-up.

It was a Friday night so both Potters had the next day off, and she didn't have anything to do on Saturday until a late afternoon meeting with Tracey and the editor to put the finishing touches on the Puddlemere United story, so the threesome was taking advantage of the opportunity to spend an entire night together. Harry had gone all out to prepare a special dinner. Astoria arrived early and offered to help, but it was really just a formality since they both knew she'd probably just get in the way. After he'd politely declined her offer, she relaxed in the sitting room and watched their television. Harry was done now, but they were standing around in the kitchen and waiting for Daphne to return.

"You can start eating if you want," Harry offered. She could tell he'd been watching her and was amused by the longing glances she'd been directing at the food. It was tempting, but...

"Daphne would spend the rest of the night mocking me," she said, reluctantly turning away from the feast. "And I was planning on spending the night mocking her for having to take a Sleeping Draught because she ate too much cake, so I'd rather not give her anything to fight back with."

"As you wish," he said cheekily, smirking at her.

"You know, if you keep using that to tease me it's going to lose a lot of its charm when you try to make it romantic," she warned him. He laughed and shook his head at her.

"We'll see about that."

"Hmm," Astoria murmured. She wondered if they'd have a chance to find out tonight.

"Welcome home, Daph," Harry said, breaking Astoria out of her daydreaming. At last, she could eat!

She looked towards the back door, ready to greet Daphne with a joke about holding up dinner, but it died in her throat when she got a good look at her. Her older sister looked absolutely shell- shocked as she walked into her home. The last time Astoria could remember seeing her big sister looking so nervous was during her fifth year at Hogwarts (Daphne's seventh year, the year of the war), when Daphne had risked everything to discretely try and help the younger students however she could without the Death Eaters running the school or the kids of Death Eater families noticing.

Harry noticed too, and hurried over to her. "Daph? Is something wrong?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I'm fine, I promise." Astoria could hear Harry's exhale, and felt

just as relieved herself. Something important had obviously happened, but at least Daphne hadn't gotten any bad news.

"Thank God," Harry said, hugging her to him. "You had me scared to death."

"Me too," Astoria said as she lingered on the other side of the kitchen. Daphne seemed to just now realize she was there, and gave her a faint smile. She looked at Astoria for only a moment before returning her attention to Harry, who still held her in his arms.

"Harry..." Daphne started, only to stop and frown while biting her lip. Astoria knew her sister well enough to see that she was trying to figure something out, so in this case she was probably trying to decide how to say whatever it was she needed to say.

"Go ahead and spit it out, sis," she encouraged. "I think I can speak for me and Harry both when I say that whatever it is, it can't be as bad as what we were thinking when you first walked in."

"She's right," Harry agreed, pulling back to squeeze his wife's hands. "Just lay it on me, Daph."

Daphne nodded, taking their encouragement to heart. She moved her and Harry's interlocked hands down so they rested against her belly. Astoria couldn't attest to whether or not Harry had already figured out what this meant since his back was to her, but she could feel her own face freeze as she watched on from the background.

"I'm pregnant," Daphne whispered, but it was still easily audible for Astoria in the otherwise silent house.

"Are you...really...you're sure?" Harry stammered, his voice cracking with emotion. Daphne nodded, tears in her eyes and a beaming smile on her face, and Harry hugged her tight.

When Astoria would think back on this night later, everything that happened after this point was nothing but a blur. She had a vague memory of hugging and congratulating them both, and Harry and Daphne assured her that she stayed for the entire dinner and even dessert. But she'd bowed out on the post-meal celebration to give them the night to themselves, despite both of them trying to convince her that they wanted her to stay (and it wasn't just lip service. They really did want her to stay and celebrate with them all night, and probably well into the next morning too.) She knew all of these things happened because Harry and Daphne told her they did, and years later she even used a pensieve to watch her sister's memory of the night just to confirm everything really happened as they said.

They weren't wrong. She really had stayed for it all. But she could be forgiven for forgetting many of the details of that night. While she knew she was supposed to be happy for them both, in that moment she couldn't help but feel like she'd just lost the best thing she'd ever had or ever would have in her life.

Chapter End Notes

No prompts used today.

May 11th: Promises of Forever

Chapter Notes

Again, nothing sexual. This is quite a bit longer than any of the previous chapters, and thanks to that I'll be free to get back to some fun times tomorrow!

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"Thanks for inviting me over for dinner, Tracey. I only had a light breakfast today, so I'm starved."

"Oh, not a problem, Stori," Tracey Davis said, waving her hand as she opened the front door to her flat and stood aside, holding it open for her guest/co-worker. "I just hope you're still feeling grateful at the end of the night. I think you will by the end, but if I'm wrong, working together is about to become really awkward."

"What's that supposed to..." Astoria began, only to trail off and stop in her tracks when she saw Daphne and Harry standing in Tracey's flat. "Oh, hello," she said, feigning nonchalance. "Did Tracey make plans with you guys and forget? Because I'd be more than happy to leave and let you..."

"Not going to happen," Daphne said flatly. "You're not going anywhere until this is all sorted."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Astoria said. She cocked her head over her shoulder to look at Tracey, and saw her co-worker standing between her and the now closed door to the flat, very deliberately blocking her best means of escape. Tracey smiled at her apologetically and shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't play dumb," Daphne said, shaking her head. "I know you too well. Things were weird last night, and then you left so quickly. We figured we'd give you the night to adjust to the news and then the three of us would sit down and talk about it today, but you didn't respond to my Floo call or my owl. You're avoiding us."

"I wasn't avoiding anybody," Astoria insisted, daring to make eye contact with her sister despite knowing it was probably a mistake. "I left last night to give you guys space to celebrate your news, and I was too busy to get back to you today. There was a lot Tracey and I had to finish before the deadline."

"Liar," Tracey coughed. Astoria turned her head and glared daggers at her, but the snarky brunette just grinned back.

"You've never been a good liar, Astoria," Daphne said. "Or at the very least you've never been good at lying to me. I figured out you fancied my husband, remember?"

"Daphne!" she gasped, shooting a panicked look back at Tracey.

"Relax, Astoria. I'm not telling her anything she doesn't already know."

"You told her?!" Astoria said, staring open-mouthed at her sister.

"Nope." Tracey shook her head and gave Astoria a pat on the shoulder. "I figured it out myself, because I'm just as good at reading Daph as she is at reading you."

"Great," Astoria muttered. "Now the office is going to know I was interested in my brother-in- law. Hell, it'll make a juicy Prophet article too, especially since it'd give you an excuse to get Harry's name back into the headlines. I'm sure the editors will love that."

"Hey, who do you think I am?" Tracey said, frowning. She actually looked rather hurt. "I'm no Rita Skeeter. I'd never publish anything that would hurt any of you guys, unless you killed someone or robbed Gringotts or something. Your secrets are safe with me."

"Secrets? As in plural? What's that supposed to mean?" Astoria pressed her.

"Well, there's Daphne's pregnancy, but that's kind of cheating since she told me herself this morning. There's also the fact that the three of you have been shagging for months."

Astoria could only stare at Tracey, horrified. Denial seemed pointless.

"How long have you known?" she asked quietly, closing her eyes and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I noticed something was up a couple of months ago. At first I thought Harry was having an affair with you, but Daphne told me the truth so I wouldn't confront either of you about it," she said. "That story would've been on the front page for weeks. It probably would've turned me into the Prophet's highest-paid writer overnight, but instead I'm still writing rubbish like this interview with Puddlemere United. Like I said, your secrets are safe with me."

"And you don't...think it's weird?" Astoria asked, keeping her eyes closed. This was the first time she'd had to deal with anyone outside of their trio knowing the truth, and she was very afraid of the reaction. She felt a hand on her shoulder again, and finally opened her eyes to see Tracey smiling at her.

"Maybe it's not 'normal', but I was ready and willing to have a threesome with my best friend and her boyfriend, who's now her husband. I'm sure plenty of people would think that's pretty damn weird too, but to hell with them!" Tracey said. "As long as there's no secrets between you three and you're all enjoying yourselves, fuck what anybody else thinks! And besides, you don't even know HALF of the things I get up to!" she finished with a laugh.

"Thanks, Tracey," Astoria said, feeling relieved. They shared a brief hug.

"Now that that's settled," Daphne began, regaining Astoria's attention, "are you willing to come back to our house and talk everything through, Tori? Or do we need to do it here, with Tracey blocking the door so you can't get out?"

"I won't run, I promise," she said, looking her sister in the eyes and trusting she would see her honesty. "I know we need to talk about this."

"Good," Daphne said. She nodded to Tracey, who waved her wand and temporarily lifted the Anti-Disapparition Jinx covering her flat. Daphne and Harry left first, placing their trust in Astoria to do as she'd promised. She did not disappoint them.

"Okay, Tori," Daphne said as soon as Astoria joined them in their sitting room. "Let's talk."

"First, let me just say that I'm happy for you guys. I really, really am. You guys are going to make great parents."

"Thanks, Astoria," Harry said, standing beside Daphne as they held hands. "We weren't really planning on having kids just yet, but we're excited."

"Nervous, but excited," Daphne added. "Thanks, Tori. I believe you. But I'm sure it made you feel awkward too, and that's what you running out last night and ignoring me this morning was all about."

"Yeah," Astoria said, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I was being a baby."

"No, it's okay," Daphne said. "I understand. I kind of sprung that on you out of nowhere last night, but I'm sure you realize it wasn't intentional."

"Of course. That was pretty obvious by the look on your face when you walked through the door. Scared the shit out of me and Harry," she said, making Harry laugh.

"Right, sorry," Daphne said, chuckling. "But now that we've all had a day to adjust to the idea, we need to talk about what comes next for this thing we've got going."

"I wish you'd given me a few more days to prepare for this," Astoria said softly. "But I guess it's for the best, as much as I'm going to miss what we have."

"So you want to end this, then?" Harry asked. He sounded very disappointed, and that feeling was also evident on Daphne's face.

"What? Of course I don't!" Astoria said. "But it isn't really my choice to make. You guys aren't going to want me around once you've got a kid."

"Huh? When did we ever say that?" Harry asked. He looked legitimately confused, and so did Daphne.

"Wasn't that the entire point of this conversation?" Astoria asked, feeling every bit as confused as they looked.

"Uh, no," Harry said. "We know things can't stay exactly the same now that a kid's on the way, but that doesn't mean we want to stop, either."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, that's pretty much up to you," Daphne interjected, which was news to Astoria. "If you want to 'break up' with us so you can start dating again and maybe get married eventually, we understand and we promise to support you."

"Or...?" Astoria said, looking back and forth between them. "I wasn't aware there was another option."

"Well..." Daphne said, biting her lip nervously. "You could leave your flat and move in here with us."

"You mean..." Astoria gasped, her eyes widening.

"We love you, Astoria," Harry said seriously. "And if you're willing, we want to make it official. Or as official as we can, at least."

"We'd propose to you if we could, but obviously that's not possible," Daphne said. "We can't marry you legally, but we want you in our lives."

"Even after your kid is born?" she asked, wanting absolute clarification. "You're sure you want me here for good? You promise you won't change your mind?" She could feel tears threatening to burst. That wasn't a surprise, but they were of an entirely different nature than she'd expected when this conversation began.

"We promise," Harry said firmly, and Daphne nodded. "We're talking long term. Forever, if that's what you want. It's definitely what we want."

Astoria walked towards Harry and Daphne, whose hands were still joined. They both held out their free hand, and Astoria took each in one of hers. Together the three of them linked and made a circle.

Astoria wasn't naive enough to think that everything was going to be perfect. Not everyone would accept their unique relationship as easily as Tracey had. Many people were going to have some pretty harsh things to say about this, her and Daphne's parents probably included. She'd also never be able to formally marry, and there were still so many details to figure out. Inevitably, new issues would pop up, things none of them would see coming, things they'd likely have to sort out on their own simply because no one else in their lives would be able to relate to their one of a kind situation.

She knew all of those things, but in that moment, standing linked and committed to the two people she adored most in the world, she couldn't bring herself to give a damn.

Chapter End Notes

Day 11: Promise

May 12th: Center of Attention

Chapter Notes

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"Ohh, Merlin, that feels nice," Astoria said with a sigh. "Your touch is magic, Daph."

"My pleasure, Tori," Daphne said, continuing to massage her sister's shoulders as Astoria sat just in front of her on the steps. They were both nude, and Astoria was being treated to the Potters' luxurious new bathtub for the first time. It reminded her of the Prefect's Bath from Hogwarts, with a tub that was nearly the size of a swimming pool.

"This tub was worth every Galleon you spent on it."

"Oh, tell me about it," Daphne agreed. "You remember how hard it was to try and have sex in our old tub?"

"It wasn't even a comfortable fit for two of us," Astoria remembered. "The one time we tried it with all three of us, Harry slipped and fell out of the bathtub on his arse!" The two girls laughed. It had actually been scary at the time, but they could find the humor in the situation now.

"Making fun of me when I'm not around to defend myself isn't very nice, you know," came a voice from just outside the door. Harry opened the door and stepped into the "luxury bathroom", which was a polite way of saying "extra bathroom with a giant tub that we use for sex." He had been called in for an emergency Auror meeting, and was thus wearing his work robes. The call had interrupted a night, morning and early afternoon where her newly-committed lovers had pampered Astoria, making her the center of attention and constantly lavishing affection upon her. She'd been enjoying it immensely, and was thrilled to see her male lover return.

"Oh, shut it you big baby," Daphne said with an eye roll as she continued to rub her sister's shoulders. "You've survived dragons, trolls, giant spiders, a Cerberus, possessed teachers, Inferi, a basilisk, werewolves, bloody Voldemort, a hexed broomstick, and even a rogue bludger. Can you imagine the reaction if Tracey wrote an exclusive about your true greatest foe, the dreaded bathtub?"

"I was bleeding," he objected. "One minute I was trying to scoot back to give you enough room to bend over, the next I was falling out of the tub and getting blood all over the floor."

"There was barely any blood at all," Daphne reminded him. "You didn't even have to see a Healer."

"You see what I have to put up with, Astoria?" Harry asked. "You see how she treats me? Are you sure you want to commit to this for the rest of your life?"

It was obviously a joke, but Astoria couldn't help but smile and give him an honest answer.

"Absolutely," she said, beaming at him. Daphne's hands stilled on her shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around her younger sister from behind and pulled her into a hug.

"I think we've got a keeper here, Harry," Daphne said. She gave Astoria a kiss on the neck, making her coo, and then brought her hands up to cup her breasts.

"Couldn't agree more," Harry said, attentively watching the scene before him.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to join us, lover?" Astoria teased, just as Daphne gave her breasts a firm squeeze.

"Don't have to ask me twice," Harry said. When Astoria's eyes closed to savor her sister's touch on her breasts he was still fully clothed, robes and all. When they blinked back open seconds later he was completely nude, with a pile of clothing strewn around him. She didn't know it was possible to shed multiple layers of clothing that quickly without magic, but Harry was the most determined person she'd ever met once he'd set his mind to something, so she shouldn't have been surprised.

She and Daphne broke apart and swam further in to give Harry room to enter via the steps. As soon as he was in, Astoria swam up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. He returned it with passion, and as they stood in the shallow end and continued to kiss, Daphne came up from behind and started rubbing whatever parts of Astoria's body she could reach. Astoria made sure her sister didn't feel left out, breaking her kiss with Harry so she could get a taste of Daphne's plump lips. Daphne kissed her husband once the two girls finally pulled back, and then it became something of a game, the threesome alternating kisses and rubbing, squeezing or even spanking whatever flesh was available to them.

Harry and Daphne still seemed to be in "pamper Astoria" mode, and she was more than happy to take advantage of it. With her calling the shots, Harry sat down part of the way up the steps, so the water came up roughly waist-high. Astoria climbed aboard and rode him, her back to him. It was a bit awkward in the water and on the steps, so she couldn't build up as much speed and force as usual, nor was she as free to swivel her hips or otherwise move atop him. But what she lost in technique and freedom of movement was compensated by the unique feel of fucking him in the bathtub as the water sloshed around them.

It also didn't hurt that while she experimented on top of Harry, Daphne was focused solely on pleasing her. Her fingers played with Astoria's sensitive breasts, and her mouth was also constantly at work. If she wasn't kissing Astoria's lips, she was sucking on her neck or occasionally kissing her way south so her tongue could give her little sister's nipples some attention.

She wasn't always going to be the center of attention, and that didn't bother Astoria in the least. Sometimes it'd be all about Harry, with her and Daphne kneeling side by side and working together to suck his cock. Other times it'd be Daphne getting shagged while Astoria buried her face in her sister's large chest. There would be plenty of opportunities for all three of them to enjoy themselves in the days, weeks, months and years to come.

Chapter End Notes

Day 12: Sex in water

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A Month of Sharing

May 1st: Brother-in-Law, Bound

May 2nd: Making Love

May 3rd: Red is Your Color

May 4th: Bad Wives Deserve a Spanking

May 5th: A Great Day for a Roast

May 6th: Nature is Beautiful

May 7th: Rainy Days and Chocolate Cake

May 8th: Cake, Sleepless Nights and Lazy Sex

May 9th: Suck and Run

May 10th: Gains and Losses

May 11th: Promises of Forever

May 12th: Center of Attention