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Harry sighed as he stared at his girlfriend across the Great Hall. She was sitting with a small group of girls in her year at the Slytherin table, busily chatting away while they ate their lunch. Despite the joyous atmosphere over there, Astoria kept glancing over at Daphne, who seemed to be either ignorant of Astoria's gaze or was purposefully ignoring it. Regardless, it kept leaving Astoria with a frustrated and sad look on her face.

It was the same scene day after day for the last week, and Harry was starting to get worried. In the quiet moments he got to share with Astoria in the evenings, she tried to act like nothing was wrong, but Harry wasn't being fooled. From their talk last week, he knew just how dearly Astoria wanted to resurrect her close relationship with Daphne. He didn't know everything that was going on behind the scenes in the Slytherin dorm, but he doubted it was going better than what he was able to see in public.

Well, if Astoria's needy looks weren't getting any attention from Daphne, maybe he could do something to help things along in a positive direction.

Later that afternoon as the Gryffindor and Slytherin students got settled for Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Harry purposefully hung back from the main group and waited for Daphne to arrive. The moment she found her seat, Harry grabbed his bag and dropped it down in the chair beside her at the shared desk.

Daphne didn't so much as glance at his way when she spoke. "What do you think you're doing, Potter?"

"Sitting with you," Harry replied succinctly as he pulled out his textbook, parchment, quill, and ink and placed them on the desk.

"Why don't you go sit with your friends?" She suggested in a dry tone.

Harry shrugged. "I figured I could make a new friend today."

That rankled Daphne somewhat. A look of annoyance flashed across her face as he sat down beside her and waited for class to start. When it became obvious that he wasn't going to leave her alone, Daphne silently grabbed her things and made to stand up.

Harry grabbed her wrist before her butt could leave her seat. "I was thinking that we should talk more."

Daphne glared at him and tugged her wrist out of Harry's loose grasp. "Perhaps you should try less of that."

"Talking?"

"Thinking."

Harry chuckled. "You see; we're already getting along great."

"If that's what you call this, I dread to imagine the daily torment you put my sister through," Daphne glowered at him.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "She got used to it. Look, I know sitting with me is probably the last thing you want to do during class, but I'm excellent at Defence. I can help you—"

"What makes you think I'd need your help," Daphne retorted.

"Your wandwork is mediocre, for one," Harry pointed out cheekily.

Daphne narrowed her eyes at him. "And who are you to determine that?"

"I am the top student in our year at Defence," Harry pointed out. "And I've seen you cast the Reductor Curse and it isn't pretty—your dummy always ends up in larger chunks than it should. Plus, I know dark creatures better than anyone else here. I can help you out, and you can help me out too."

"How could Saint Potter need my help if you're so excellent at defence?" Daphne rolled her eyes.

"My theory on dark creatures is weaker than yours," Harry admitted freely. It was a sore point to admit, especially given how strong his practical work was, but he wanted to make a more convincing case for Daphne. If there was one thing he knew about Slytherins, it was that they hated being indebted to others—in a house of ambition and cunning, debts could be very costly. If she thought that he was getting something out of this too, then maybe it'd help convince her that this was a good deal for both of them. "I think we'd make a good team together. Come on, what have you got to lose?"

"My sanity," Daphne muttered to herself, ensuring it was loud enough for Harry to still overhear.

"And you have the world to gain!" Harry exclaimed. "Your parents want you to have the best grades, don't they."

"They do," Daphne agreed warily.

"Well, I can help you get them. I can help you with your wandwork during class and you can help me get the theory down properly," Harry argued passionately.

There was a moment of pause as Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered something unintelligible to herself. Harry put on a big smile and waited. He could see that she recognised the value in an arrangement like this, but she was obviously still very hesitant.

"Fine," Daphne finally said as she looked up at Harry. When she saw his smile, her face turned to a look of defeat. "Please, stop that."

"Why? This is a happy moment!" Harry grinned. "The Ice Queen is finally melting."

In a flash, the tip of Daphne's wand was against his Adam's apple. "I may not be perfect at my wandwork, but it's still good enough to kill you," she glared at him. Her eye was still twitching from that horrible nickname that'd run rampant around Hogwarts ever since their second year.

"You see, this is gonna be great!" Harry laughed, ignoring the wand at his throat and the strange looks they were receiving from the other students.

Finally, after two weeks of sitting with Daphne in Defence class, Harry thought that she was finally starting to warm up to him. She'd smiled at him when he arrived, which was far better than the normal glare he received, and she'd even actively participated in the conversation. Their evening sessions had been going well recently too; when he'd helped her perfect the Reductor curse a couple nights ago, she'd actually jumped in joy at finally getting it just right. Naturally, they'd spent the rest of the hour making sure that she could consistently cast the spell perfectly, and she'd proved herself to be capable of that thanks to his help.

It was the exact foundation that Harry had been hoping to reach. Now, he just needed to start working on getting Daphne to spend more time with Astoria. Maybe he could suggest a study session in the library, and Astoria could just so happen to show up at the exact same time. It might be awkward the first couple times it happened, but maybe the quiet, peaceful atmosphere would help Daphne warm back up to her sister. At the very least, it'd be good to give Astoria the opportunity to make another case for herself. Harry still wasn't sure how much the two women were talking with one another, and Daphne was a topic that Astoria preferred to avoid as of late due to their strained relationship not getting any better.

Well, Harry was going to do everything he could to help them fix this issue.

Harry rounded the corner in the dungeons to his new training room. After the ambush that Draco had performed, Harry had moved to another sequestered location to train—one that he riddled with protective and alarm spells to warn him of any intruders. Unfortunately, due to the high concentration of magic in Hogwarts, he was only able to get the spells to work when he was inside of the room, so he always had to check it over for traps when he returned. There hadn't been any so far, thankfully, but Harry wasn't going to let his guard down again.

As he neared his private training room, Harry felt the familiar tinge of his spells making contact with his magic. They updated him, letting him know that at least one person had entered the room about ten minutes ago.

That must have been Daphne—they'd promised to meet up for another training session earlier that day in class—but Harry was still cautious as he cracked open the door.

The room was pitch black inside. "Daphne?" Harry called out softly. "Lumos."

"I'm in here," Daphne's voice called back just as Harry's spell activated, lighting the room in a soft glow. The various desks and chairs were still pushed up against the walls where he'd placed them a few weeks ago, but now there was a strange five-panelled partition wall set up in the centre of the room. It was made of completely opaque fabric fitted into a simple wooden frame.

Harry stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Why are you in the dark here?" He asked.

"I was just testing something," came Daphne's absentminded reply. "Feel free to light some of the candles."

Daphne was acting strange, and it was making Harry especially concerned that something was afoot. He quickly cancelled the Wand-Lighting Charm and fired off a couple of quick fire-making spells at the nearby candlesticks. Once they began to give off a soft, orange glow, Harry lit up a couple more. Eventually, the room was still dimly lit, but there was enough light for him to see everywhere.

"I've got a surprise for you," Daphne announced from behind the partition.

The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up. He immediately brought himself up into a defencive stance as he planted his back against the wall beside the door. Something was wrong with Daphne; even though this was her voice, the tone was all off. It was . . . gentler than it normally was, and there was this undertone to it that made Harry feel distinctly uncomfortable. There was a hunger there, and a slight purr to her vocal inflection.

Daphne's footsteps seemed to echo around the room as she walked into view. The first thing Harry noticed was that her wand wasn't in her hand. The second thing he noticed was that her wand was currently being used to help pin her hair up on her head. The third thing he noticed was the perfect white lingerie Daphne was wearing.

"Well?" Daphne asked with a sultry smile on her lips. She ran her hands up from her hips to just below her breasts as she struck a pose. "What do you think?"

What did he think? What a stupid question to ask. Despite the fact that he was in a happy, committed relationship with Astoria, Harry hadn't suddenly become blind to the beauty of other women, even if he thought his girlfriend was the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts. If he were to go out onto the grounds and ask every student to name the three most beautiful witches at Hogwarts, he was certain that almost everyone would put Daphne Greengrass's name on that list.

The theme of Daphne's lingerie was white lace. Everything from her stockings to her panties to her bra was made of fine white fabric with intricate designs on them, most of which were see-through. Almost all of Daphne's porcelain skin was on display, and nowhere was it more pronounced than on her perky breasts. The bra she was wearing was pushing up her already ample chest. The lacy material covering her was so translucent that Harry could see most of her bare breasts through it; it was only her nipples and areolas that remained covered. The garter belt clung to her slim waist and helped keep her stockings in place. Her panties barely covered more than her mound, and it was clear from the see-through material that Daphne had shaved herself completely bare today.

All in all, Daphne looked like a dream. Her beautiful blond hair was tied up elegantly, but it still had several loose curls that framed her face. Daphne was smiling eagerly at him, clearly basking in the attention he was paying her face and body. She batted her thick eyelashes at him as she spoke again. "Did I make you speechless?" Her words were gentle, not taunting. She strutted up towards him, making sure to emphasise her long legs.

Harry felt frozen in place as his body started to betray him. He could feel himself starting to stiffen in his pants as Daphne came right up to him and placed a hand on his chest. She was just inches away from him. Her lips, her body, all of it was within his reach right now. All it would take is one little movement and—

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he forced himself to take a step back from Daphne.

His words didn't dissuade her at all. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She smiled innocently at him.

"I'm dating Astoria," Harry pointed out.

"Well, she's not here right now," Daphne countered. "I thought that this was what you wanted: both Greengrass sisters. I know you love and care for Astoria, but she doesn't have to know about us." Daphne took another step towards him and placed her hand back on his chest. She walked two of her fingers down his torso until she reached one of the belt loops on his trousers. "This can be our little secret. Don't you want this?"

"No, I don't," Harry said as he stepped to the side and retreated a few feet further away from Daphne. "I want you to be close with Astoria again, and I just want to be your friend. I'm not playing games with Astoria, and I'm definitely not going to cheat on her."

Daphne looked genuinely surprised at his pronouncement. Her mouth was hung open and her eyes were slightly widened like she couldn't believe that anyone would turn her down when she was throwing herself so blatantly at them. She tried to form words, but another voice interrupted her.

"See, I told you he wouldn't cheat on me," Astoria announced proudly as she suddenly appeared a few feet away from behind the partition.

Harry blinked in surprise. He hadn't even bothered to consider that someone else was hiding back there after Daphne revealed herself to him looking like she did. "Astoria?" He called out.

Astoria gave him an embarrassed smile as she hurried over to Harry's side. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely as she pulled him into a tight hug. "But this was the only way to convince her that you aren't like how she thinks all men are."

Harry looked at Daphne over Astoria's shoulder as he hugged her. Daphne was still frozen in shock at the fact that Harry shot her down, but she regained some of her composure when her gaze met Harry's.

Suddenly, Daphne pulled her wand out of her hair and quickly summoned her uniform from behind the partition. She just threw on her outer robes, which covered her completely, and hurried past Astoria and Harry to the door.

"Daphne, wait!" Astoria called out. "Let's talk first!"

Daphne hesitated for a moment before giving a slight shake of her head. She cracked the door open and paused again before looking back at her sister. "You should bring him to meet mother this weekend during the Easter break."

And with that, Daphne left the room quickly.

"I really am sorry about this," Astoria murmured against Harry's chest. "I didn't doubt you for a second, but I was just trying to find a way to convince Daphne that you're a great guy, and this was the plan she came up with."

"I'm not mad at you," Harry assured her. Sure, the trickery was a lot to take in, but it wasn't as though Astoria did it because she doubted his loyalty to her. She trusted him and he trusted her, and that was what mattered.

"I'm glad," Astoria sighed.

They hugged each other close for another minute before they finally pulled away from each other. "Looks like my training plan for this evening has gone to waste," Harry murmured, glancing back at the door Daphne left through.

Astoria gave him a devlish grin. "I guess that means I have you all to myself for tonight." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. "By the way, didn't Daphne look insanely hot in that slutty lingerie?"

The spluttering sounds that left Harry's mouth sent Astoria into a fit of giggles.

It wasn't hard to spot Daphne's blond hair through the crowd of students as they boarded the Hogwarts Express; she was standing amid a sea of Slytherins clustered together towards the front of the train. She seemed just like her normal self, ambivalent expression and all.

"Maybe I do have some competition if you're staring at my sister like that," Astoria joked as she leaned against Harry's side. She had to angle her head up a bit to meet his gaze. Her eyes were sparkling with mirth as she poked his waist. "I never expected to have to give the overprotective little sister talk to my own boyfriend."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You know that you're the only one for me," he replied with a smile. He tightened his grip around Astoria's waist as they stepped into the train themselves.

"You don't need to lie to me," Astoria laughed playfully. "I know you've got a thing for blonds, and Daphne's a really hot one at that. But just wait until you meet my mum. She and Daphne look so much alike; you won't know who to ogle first."

Harry couldn't help but laugh along with Astoria. "You make it sound like you want your whole family to turn into my personal harem."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Astoria teased him. "At the very least, haven't you ever wondered what Daphne and I could do to you if you were all nice and tied up on my bed?"

Harry eyed his girlfriend curiously. "What's gotten into you? You've never brought up your sister and me like this before."

"I know," Astoria sheepishly grinned. "But just seeing her try to seduce you and you turning her down was just really hot. I don't know; I guess it really reinforces in my mind how much you're into me. I've just been thinking about it a lot, and I've just been really randy lately."

Harry gave his girlfriend an amused smile. "Well, you'd better keep it under control while we're at your house. I don't want your mum thinking I'm a bad influence on you."

"More than likely she'll think it's the other way around. And I'm not inclined to disagree with her," Astoria giggled. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. "Let's find a compartment and lock ourselves in there until we get to King's Cross."

That was all she needed to say to set Harry off too. They hurried down the train corridor in search of an empty cabin in a quiet part of the train. They found an adequate one towards the back where only a few students were sitting. The train jerked to a start just as Harry and Astoria shut the cabin door behind them.

As Harry locked the door and began weaving a familiar set of protective, silencing, and alarm spells, he heard Astoria's murmured spellcasting behind him. He wasn't surprised when he felt all of the clothes vanish from his body, nor when Astoria pressed her nude form against his back. Her supple breasts were poking him as her hands roamed his front, quickly finding his stirring cock.

"This is what I've been wanting," Astoria purred as she stroked his shaft. Harry could feel the blood rushing to his nether regions as he quickly hardened. He hurried through casting the last few spells, trying his best not to be distracted by Astoria's ministrations or the way that she was planting kisses up his neck.

Once the last spell was cast, Harry tossed his wand onto the closest seat and spun around to grab Astoria. She giggled like mad as he scooped her up from under her thighs and lifted her into the air. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping his cock in between his belly and her moist slit, and rested her arms over his shoulders as she attacked him with her lips. She was kissing him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth and swirling it around in an intricate dance with his. Harry loved it when she was insatiable like this—it always made for the best sex.

"Fuck," Astoria groaned into his mouth as she wiggled her soft body against him, revelling in the sweet friction as her clit rubbed up against Harry's cock. "I've been aching for you so bad all day. I tried masturbating in bed this morning, but it just wasn't you."

As the train began to round a corner, Harry nearly lost his balance thanks to the woman in his arms not stopping her attack on his mouth for a single second. To save himself, he fell back into one of the seats. The moment his arse landed in the chair and Astoria settled in his lap, she started grinding her mound harder against his cock.

"Astoria," Harry groaned as his hands went down to squeeze her fit arse. "You're killing me here."

"It'd be quite the way to go out," she giggled quietly in his ear. "Riding the Hogwarts Express while getting rode yourself."

"You're grinding on me, not riding," Harry corrected playfully as he pinched her arse.

Astoria moaned into his ear and mashed her breasts against his face as she raised her hips up. "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" She said breathlessly.

Harry knew that he'd never get tired of the feeling of Astoria's tight pussy engulfing his cock. Her wet lips parted easily around his bulbous head, but then Astoria had to force herself down the rest of the way. She would have adjusted to his girth more easily if she had just waited a minute and took her time sinking down onto him, but she never was particularly patient when it came to sex. Despite the quiet, bookish nature that she presented outwardly, she loved nothing more than a wild shag anytime and anywhere she could get one from him.

Though the bumps in the track that the Hogwarts Express ran down were smoothed out for its passengers thanks to a number of magical charms placed onto the carriages, they couldn't be completely eliminated. As the train sped down the Scottish Highlands, Astoria rocked in Harry's lap with the help of the bumps of the train. She had her hands on Harry's shoulders for balance and her breasts jiggling in his face as she slammed her arse down over and over again onto his lap, spearing his cock deep inside of her. She used the inevitable small bumps that came every few seconds to help launch her back up until just the tip of Harry's cock was still inside of her, and then she'd slam right back down with an incredible cry of pleasure.

"Merlin," Harry groaned, briefly biting down on his lip as he pinched both of Astoria's nipples with his fingers. She squealed and pulled her torso back, making the skin of her breasts stretch out as Harry held onto her. When he let her nipples go, Astoria smashed her lips against his and swirled her tongue around the inside of his mouth possessively. She sank all the way down onto his cock and started moving her hips in circles, stirring him around inside of her tight pussy.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, but neither Harry nor Astoria made any move to stop what they were doing. They kept snogging while Astoria tightened her walls around Harry's cock. She was moaning like mad into the kiss, and her hands had grabbed fistfuls of hair at the back of his head.

Another knock sounded from the door. Astoria let off an annoyed growl as she pulled her lips away from Harry's and stood up. Harry groaned with loss as the absence of Astoria's hot pussy left his cock feeling cold, and he impatiently waited as she went up to the small window in the door that Harry had charmed to only work as a one-way window while they were inside.

"First years," Astoria hissed. "Gonna hex them for interrupting—"

Harry jumped to his feet before Astoria could find her wand. "Forget them," he murmured in her ear. "They'll give up eventually. Besides, I'm not done with you yet."

The fire in Astoria's eyes sent a spark down Harry's spine. "You aren't, are you?"

Harry shook his head and wrapped his arms around her back, pinning their fronts together. "You made me just as randy as you were, and I think you need to help calm me back down."

"Then take me," Astoria challenged him. "Throw me onto one of these benches and—"

Astoria's words turned into a squeal as Harry did exactly as she asked. He picked her up by her waist and tossed her back onto the padded bench before pouncing on top of her. Astoria giggled and tried to squirm out from underneath him, but Harry grabbed a firm hold of her and rammed his cock back inside of her pussy where it belonged. The moan that left her lips was sweet, and Harry endeavoured to hear it as much as he could during their trip back.

Harry pounded into Astoria viciously, giving it to her hard and fast just the way she loved it. She was crying out in pleasure and rubbing her clit furiously as he rammed into her again and again, filling them both up with the most incredible pleasure.

"Yes Harry! Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy with your massive cock! I—" Astoria screamed as her body trembled beneath Harry. "I'm so close!" She whined. "Please, don't stop!"

"Never," Harry panted, not pausing at all as he filled her tight pussy again. Astoria's inner walls were squeezing him in an erratic pattern as her back arched off of the bench, pressing her breasts towards the ceiling. They were jiggling beautifully on her chest in time with Harry's thrusts inside of her. They looked so tempting that Harry dipped his head down and took one of her nipples in between his teeth as he sucked hard on her breast.

It only took two more thrusts before Astoria exploded beneath him. Her body was hit by a powerful spasm as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her pussy grabbed onto Harry's cock so hard, but he didn't stop fucking her; it felt too good for him to do anything but pound into her pussy again and again. Astoria was crying out in pleasure, still rubbing her clit as best she could as her body shuddered from the pure pleasure coursing through her.

Harry felt his own orgasm rising too. His cock was throbbing inside of Astoria's pussy, just ready to burst, and she could feel it too. She suddenly wrapped her legs around his arse and pulled him all the way inside of her before grabbing his head and bringing his mouth up to hers.

"I want you to cum inside of me," she said breathlessly, still coming down from her orgasm, "but don't move anymore."

Not moving was the last thing Harry wanted to do; he wanted to keep ravaging her body, taking in as much pleasure as he could, but Astoria's pleading eyes gave him pause.

"Please," she insisted. "I'm going to make you cum, and I want to watch your face when you do."

It was hard for him to turn her down when she phrased it like that. He stilled inside of her and waited for what she had planned. It only took a few seconds before Astoria started rhythmically tightening her walls around him for a moment before releasing that intense tightness and then repeating the cycle all over again. Astoria grinned up at him the first time he made a small sound of pleasure.

"That's it," she cooed. She grabbed one of his hands and planted it on her breast. "Just enjoy yourself. I want to feel every inch of you inside of me as you cum in my tight little pussy."

Upon hearing her words, Harry instinctively jerked forward against her, but Astoria just tightened her legs in reply.

"No moving," she insisted. Her walls tightened around him again, and Harry felt the cum in his balls starting to churn. He was close, so very close.

"Just feel how good my pussy is," Astoria murmured in his ear. Her erotic words were said with such love. Harry squeezed her breast in his hand. "I can't wait for you to shoot out your hot, sticky cum inside of me."

"Fuck, Astoria," Harry groaned. His cock was really throbbing now, and the constant tightening of her walls around him was bringing him so close to edge without sending him over. He knew it was only a matter of time, but he just wanted to slam into her a couple of times to get the release he needed.

"Just relax," Astoria whispered. "Let my pussy do all the work for you. Do you feel how wet am I for you? How tight I get even with your big cock stretching me out so much? My body was made for you, so let it take care of you."

Harry let out a muffled cry as he buried his face in the crook of Astoria's neck and came inside of her. It felt like a torrent of cum was shooting out of him as Astoria's pussy squeezed out every last drop it could.

"That's it," Astoria groaned happily. "I can feel your cum shooting out inside me, slowly filling me up. It's so hot, and there's so much of it. I can feel every pulse of your cock, every little twitch you make. Merlin, it feels so good."

Harry nearly blacked out from the pleasure, but he eventually regained himself and sat back up. Astoria was looking at him with a thoroughly satisfied smile on her lips. "What the hell was that?" He asked her.

"Something I wanted to try," she shrugged. "Did you like it?"

"Did I like it?" Harry laughed. "It was bloody incredible."

"Good," Astoria grinned. "Because I've got a whole bunch more ideas I want to try with you."

"Well, it's not like we've got much else to do before we reach King's Cross Station," Harry pointed out.

Those seemed to be the magic words because Astoria shoved him back and landed on top of his chest. He was still hard inside of her, and they were both ready for more.

Harry and Astoria barely managed to get dressed just in time as the Hogwarts Express pulled into King's Cross Station; they'd been so lost in each other that they hadn't realised how close they'd gotten to the station. They grabbed their bags in a flurry, using a few charms to smooth out the wrinkles of their vanished clothes that Astoria had sent to their respective trunks, and rushed out in the throng of students hurrying to their families. Despite their best efforts, Harry noticed a few amused smirks directed their way from a few students.

As they stepped out onto the platform, Harry again easily spotted Daphne's blond hair amid the crowd of students, and there was a matching set of blond hair right beside her. Astoria spotted them too and directed Harry over to where her family awaited.

Lady Greengrass looked exactly as Astoria described her. The older woman looked very much like Daphne other than the fact that she had Astoria's brown eyes instead of Daphne's blue ones. Her long blond hair was nice and straight like Daphne's and her expression had that exact same look that seemed to say that everything around her was beneath her notice. Given the extended lifespan that witches and wizards enjoyed, she still looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties rather than her actual age of 41.

When Lady Greengrass's eyes fell upon Harry, he felt as though he was being examined closely for any perceived faults. Her eyes raked over him and his slightly dishevelled clothes, and her mouth twisted in slight displeasure. Her expression only softened slightly when her focus turned to Astoria, though Harry could tell that she didn't miss the way Astoria's hair was messed up from its normally neat look or the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. Still, Lady Greengrass didn't say anything and instead just hugged her youngest daughter tightly.

"It's good to see you again," Lady Greengrass said to Astoria, not unkindly, as she pulled away from her. Daphne stood at her side, not quite making eye contact with either Harry or Astoria. Instead, she was standing still with her back straight like she was afraid to move a muscle out of place.

Astoria bit back a sigh at the formal tone her mum had. "It's good to see you too," she replied. Then, she gestured to her boyfriend. "This is Harry Potter, my boyfriend." She stressed those final two words carefully.

"I can see that," Lady Greengrass replied evenly. Despite the fact that she never directly looked up at the scar on his forehead, Harry was sure that Lady Greengrass had focused her attention on it when she'd spoken. "Well, Mr Potter, I look forward to getting to know you better. I was . . . quite surprised that anyone had managed to capture my daughter's heart so firmly."

Harry smiled at the words, ignoring the mild tone of disapproval in Lady Greengrass's voice. "I look forward to getting to know you as well," he mirrored her words, taking a cue from how Astoria had addressed her mum.

At the very least, Lady Greengrass didn't seem anymore displeased with him after he spoke. "It's well past time that we should be off." She offered her hands to her two daughters, who both accepted their mother's hands. Astoria quickly grabbed onto Harry's arm with her other hand, and then the four of them disappeared from the station, leaving behind a quiet cracking sound that was lost in the chaos of students reuniting with their families.

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