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Daphne
Daphne ran her fingers down Pansy's side as Harry leaned over the brunette witch to take her lips in his.
Well, this turned out better than I'd hoped, she thought, full of excitement at this development in their (now-official) relationship. Daphne's hand found its way under the hem of Pansy's top, gliding her palm along Pansy's stomach. Harry separated from Pansy, taking a moment to grin at Daphne before leaning in to kiss her in turn.
Daphne parted her lips to allow Harry's tongue into her mouth, sighing as she felt Pansy's hands fussing at the waistband of her skirt, Pansy's nimble fingers pressing against the base of Daphne's pelvis, just above her sex. Harry adjusted his position, one of his hands trailing up Daphne's torso to grip her breast.
"Clothes off," Pansy commanded, "right now."
Daphne giggled as her and Harry ended their kiss, each sitting up to begin stripping themselves, as Pansy had – somehow – already managed to divest herself from her top and bra alike, moving on to remove Daphne's skirt. Daphne shimmied her hips to aid the other witch, tossing her blouse off to the side and reaching behind herself to remove her bra.
"You're fucking gorgeous, you know," Pansy spoke up, and Daphne felt a blush rise at the back of her neck.
"You both are," Harry agreed, standing up to pull his jeans down, his half-erect cock already outlined in his underwear in a way that increased the heat Daphne felt between her legs. Pansy had apparently thought the same, as she crawled around to her hands and knees, pressing her face against Harry's groin, mouthing at his cock through the fabric.
Daphne took the opportunity to fully divest herself of her remaining clothing, then in turn crawled behind Pansy, peeling the other woman's own skirt down. Daphne bit her lip in appreciation as Pansy's thong-clad arse was revealed to her, taking her time in removing that final garment, as Pansy moaned and arched her back to better present her bare pussy to Daphne.
"Fuck…" Harry groaned, as Daphne made eye contact with him as she lowered her face against Pansy's arse, running her tongue up the length of Pansy's slit. Daphne rubbed her own thighs together as she gripped Pansy's arse, pressing her mouth against the brunette's soaking pussy, who demonstrated her approval by practically tearing Harry's underwear down, bobbing her head over his manhood.
"Pans, move back a bit," Harry commanded, and Pansy made a little disappointed sound but nonetheless crawled backwards on his bed, Daphne having to temporarily abandon her own task to accommodate the change in position. As Harry kicked his jeans away, he lowered himself to the bed at an angle, reaching out to grab at Daphne's thighs as he pulled her closer to him.
Oh! Daphne realized, turning herself to help facilitate what she thought Harry had in mind: I know what a sixty-nine is, she thought, I wonder what this is called.
The trio arranged themselves in a rough triangle on their sides, Pansy returning to her noisy cock-sucking even as she reached down to pull Daphne's face back between her legs, Harry turning Daphne's hips towards his own face as he leaned in to press his lips against her clit.
Merlin, this is nice.
Daphne did her best to stay focused on eating Pansy's wet pussy, alternating between deep, slow licks and flickers of her tongue over Pansy's clit, but the fact of the matter was that Harry was quite skilled at oral sex in his own right, and the way that he plunged his tongue inside of her at times was driving her halfway to distraction.
Pansy, meanwhile, seemed more capable of multitasking, her moans muffled by the way that her head bobbed back and forth over Harry's cock, Daphne being able to hear and feel Pansy's motions even if her view was delightfully obscured by Pansy's arse.
This is a fun position, Daphne mused as she swam in a pleasurable haze, we're all connected to each other, like this.
She moaned into Pansy's cunt when Harry gripped her arse firmly and buried his tongue inside of her, one of his fingers gently tracing around her arsehole teasingly. Daphne felt him moan as – from the way her motions temporarily stopped – she presumed that Pansy had begun to deep-throat his cock in earnest.
As was usual for the trio, Daphne was the first one to reach her climax – the thought of Pansy's actions enough to bring her over the edge – as she shuddered and her thighs clenched around Harry's head (who merely moaned in approval). A gentle tug at her hair was enough to remind Daphne to return to her own duties, swirling her tongue around Pansy's clit, pressing it flat and wiggling it from side to side until Pansy, in turn, started to twitch above her.
"Fuck," Harry groaned once more, as Pansy then dedicated herself to making the third member of their relationship come, Daphne rolling back from between the legs of one partner and (pulling her other partner's head from between her legs) to watch.
"Fuck yeah," Daphne agreed with Harry's assessment, as she took sight of Pansy's head bobbing back and forth with purpose, sloppy sucking sounds beginning to escape from her red-painted lips as she took Harry's member very nearly to the base with each of her motions.
"Pans… oh Merlin," Harry actually moaned, as he spilled himself into her mouth.
"Mmm," Daphne hummed, as Harry slumped onto the bed on his back, "that was great. I like that position too."
Daphne was struck by an idle thought that it was probably a very good sign that the trio was still discovering new kinds of positions and kinks for the three to explore together – not that she'd ever really been concerned about the possibility, but she didn't want regular threesomes (of all things) to become boring if they were a regular routine.
"I agree," Harry chuckled. Pansy, meanwhile, was uncharacteristically silent, just smirking as she prowled onto the bed, crawling towards Daphne on her hands and knees.
"Mmph," Daphne spluttered as Pansy grabbed her face in one hand – roughly, but not too rough – pressing her cheeks together in a way that opened her mouth.
When Pansy crushed her lips into Daphne's, Daphne immediately caught on to what Pansy was doing: she hadn't yet swallowed Harry's cum, and was now exchanging it with Daphne in a very sloppy make-out session.
Daphne moaned as the heat pooling between her legs only increased, somehow, as Pansy engaged her in the cum-sharing kink that Daphne had only recently discovered.
Pansy
Thought you'd like that, Pansy thought appreciatively, as Daphne writhed beneath her, their tongues sliding against each other in a coating of Harry's cum, the debauchery of the act certainly enough to send tingles of pleasure running down Pansy's spine as well.
Pansy shifted overtop of Daphne, bringing her knees under the blonde's thighs. She pressed forward, crushing their tits together, pressing Daphne's legs back so that her absolutely drenched cunt was tilted upwards towards Pansy's own. Shuffling her own knees forwards, Pansy positioned the two so that they were pussy-to-pussy, the slight grinding motions brough on by Pansy's readjustment enough to press their sexes against each other.
"Mmph, Pansy," Daphne practically begged, as Pansy began to grind against her on purpose, their clits sometimes sliding into one another, sending pleasurable little shocks through both of the women.
Not really the best position, Pansy thought to herself, but it'll work for now.
"Haaaarry," Pansy drawled, teasingly, "are you hard again yet?"
"Heh, actually," Harry's eyes were hooded in lust as he appreciated the scene before him, "I, uh, I'm still hard."
That's new, Pansy thought, but she didn't blame the man: this was the most sexually-charged environment she'd ever experienced, putting even the excellent threesomes they'd engaged in before to shame.
"Well, get in here," Pansy commanded, prompting a whining moan from Daphne.
Harry shuffled behind the two, but hesitated momentarily.
"Who's first?" He teased, his proximity behind her sending another little thrill through Pansy even in addition to her writhing against the gorgeous witch underneath her.
"Both of us," Pansy explained, reaching behind herself to grip Harry's member, hot and hard and thick in her hand. She lifted her hips slightly, guiding Harry's cock so that it lay along Daphne's sex, the underside pressed against Daphne's clit, before lowering herself again, sandwiching Harry between herself and Daphne.
"Mmm," Pansy purred her approval. Not much physical stimulation, but… fuck.
"Holy fuck," Harry gasped, apparently equally in approval, as he began to slowly move. The position didn't really allow for much speed on the parts of any of the three, but the opportunity for all of them to grind each other at once like this was enough on its own to bring the heat in Pansy's core to a boiling point.
Pansy leaned forward to press her face into Daphne's neck, catching the slightest hint of the blonde's vaguely-floral perfume as she began to lick and nip at the blonde's sensitive skin, Daphne cooing and running her fingers through Pansy's hair when Pansy grazed the underside of Daphne's jaw with her teeth.
Wiggling her hips from side to side – which prompted hissed intakes of breaths from both of her lovers – Pansy then edged herself forwards even further, pushing Daphne's legs back practically to her chest.
"She's ready, Harry," Pansy commanded, "fuck her—EEP"
Pansy's noise of surprise (which was not a squeak, thank you very much) came when Harry had slid inside of her instead of Daphne, a disobedience that she was prepared to speak against despite how much she enjoyed it, until Harry took her hair in his hand and turned her face into his, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
Oh, fine, I'll let him think he's in charge this once, Pansy thought, practically rolling her eyes at herself as she couldn't even take her inner monologue seriously at this point.
Speaking of "in charge…" Pansy stopped trying to think rationally as Daphne reached up to grip her breasts, Daphne's delicate fingers tweaking Pansy's pierced nipples hard, a shock of pleasure bursting from her chest and racing down between her legs.
"Brat," Pansy teased, separating from Harry, looking down at Daphne's face (a tantalizing blush on her cheeks, her lips slightly red from kissing) smirking up at her. Hmmph, Pansy thought, smirking, hey?
Pansy reached back again to slide her fingers along the sides of Harry's cock in a "v" shape, pushing him downwards and out of herself on the back-stroke of one of his thrusts. Thankfully, he got the message, shifting his weight to angle himself lower, pushing into Daphne (deep, by the shocked "o" that formed on her face) in one thrust.
Not that Pansy could remain smug for long, as she gasped in turn when Harry reached around her body, pressing his fingers against her clit, rubbing in small circles. Pansy slumped forward into Daphne, reaching up to turn the blonde's head towards her to kiss her slowly, trapping Harry's hand between the two women in a way that forced his digits upwards and inside Pansy.
Pansy couldn't help but moan as Harry began to fuck them in earnest, his fingers (pinned as his wrist may have been) hooking upwards into Pansy as she heard the slap of his hips slamming into Daphne's luscious arse with his thrusts. Pansy took Daphne's face with both of her hands, trying to kiss the blonde just as roughly as Harry was fucking, overwhelming the woman who was pinned beneath both of them with their affections.
"Pansy… Harry… aahhh," Daphne cried as Pansy felt her spasm, then felt Harry's cock spring wetly from Daphne's sex, the blonde squirting as she came.
Fucking brilliant, Pansy smirked, before turning over her shoulder to look back at Harry, one eyebrow arched as if to say "you're not done yet".
Harry slapped her arse in response, prompting a pleased noise from Pansy as she wiggled said arse in his direction, before he lined himself up with her once more and plunged in. One of his hands remained firmly planted on her arse, gripping and squeezing, but Pansy felt the other trail slowly, delicately up her spine, before Harry took hold of her hair once more and pulled her head back as he began to fuck her hard.
"Fuck yes, Harry," Daphne groaned, leaning up to nip at the side of Pansy's neck, so exposed by Harry's grip in her hair, before wiggling free of the position trapping her underneath Pansy. Pansy couldn't find it in herself to complain, her back arched thanks to Harry (okay, maybe she might admit that she was also leaning into it), Daphne pausing to tweak one of her nipples before she knee-walked over to Harry, their kisses audible to Pansy even over the sound of Harry's hips pounding against her.
When Harry's hand released her hair, Pansy slumped forward, her arse stuck in the air, feeling Daphne's hands running slowly over her cheeks.
"Watch, Harry," Daphne drawled.
Harry
Harry groaned as one of his girlfriends (he was still getting used to that fact, having begun to think that he'd remain a bachelor for the foreseeable future, and now finding two women willing to date him) commanded him to "watch", as she delicately leaned down to his other girlfriend's arse and started to trail her tongue over Pansy's cheeks.
He certainly wasn't inexperienced or anything, but Harry hadn't really spent much time devoting himself to any specific kinks or particular fantasies during his single life, and he was now finding that there were substantial benefits to having Daphne and Pansy bouncing different fantasies and ideas off of each other.
Rationally, he knew that he'd have to work on expressing himself and his own desires better now that he was dating the pair, but in this moment, he was more than content to let his girlfriends explore each other.
Speaking of "explore…"
Pansy moaned underneath him as Harry slowed his thrusts, allowing Daphne to run the tip of her tongue around Pansy's arsehole, staring up at Harry with her beautiful blue eyes the entire time. As Harry took a more languid pace, it appeared that Pansy's appreciation of his and Daphne's actions only grew, beginning to mutter and curse under her breath as Daphne's tongue danced from side to side.
It wasn't long before Pansy broke underneath them, practically shrieking as she tensed up, the force of her orgasm sufficient to cause Harry's cock to pop loose from her pussy, Daphne immediately lunging forwards to take it between her lips.
"Fuck, Daph," Harry grunted, running a hand gently through her hair, as Pansy rolled herself over and clumsily turned around.
"Did you know, Harry," Pansy spoke, the confidence in her tone belied by the way her voice was husky with lust, "that's the first time Daphne rimmed me? And you got to watch, lucky bloke."
"I'd say so," Harry agreed, moaning as Pansy reached under Daphne's chin to fondle his balls, "probably the luckiest bloke I know, really."
"You're just saying that because you're getting a blowjob," Pansy teased, as she leaned in to kiss him – more gently than he anticipated.
"Mm, he deserves another one," Daphne chimed in, stopping her ministrations momentarily, "the two of you are fucking brilliant."
"I do suppose that you haven't cum a second time yet," Pansy made a show of tapping her finger on her chin, as if in deep contemplation, "where would you like to?"
"On both of you," Harry answered, instantly: this was not the time for him to dither and think about whether his request was reasonable or not, and besides he knew that this was a favourite of both of his (once again, still surprising him) girlfriends.
"Good answer," Pansy drawled, as she lowered herself to kneel beside Daphne, both women on their hands and knees in front of Harry. As Daphne released his cock with a pop, Pansy was quick to replace her, taking Harry into her mouth once again.
Harry couldn't help but contrast their two styles of oral sex: Pansy was fast, aggressive, taking him deep into her mouth and throat, where Daphne was more sensual, using her tongue and hands a lot more than Pansy tended to. Both approaches, as far as Harry was concerned, were utterly fucking incredible.
"Haaaarry," Daphne whined, "are you going to cum for us? Cover your slutty little girlfriends all over?"
Fuck. Her dirty talking definitely hits differently when it's "girlfriends", Harry thought in approval.
"Mmm," He replied, leaning over the pair to grip one of their arses in each of his hands, "keep going and I will."
When Pansy released him, Daphne took grip of his cock by the base, and he glanced down at the pair to see her jacking him off urgently, her mouth open and tongue extended. Pansy, apparently, had different ideas, rising back to her knees and – Merlin – pressing her breasts against Daphne's face, so that Daphne's tongue was flicking alongside both the head of Harry's cock and one of Pansy's nipples at once.
"Fuck!" Harry cried, not able to resist this sight – his first orgasm was powerful, but his second was monumental, his cum practically exploding from his cock and streaking to cover Pansy's tits and Daphne's face alike in one, three, five separate pulses.
I don't think I've cum that hard in my bloody life, Harry thought, as he sunk to his heels, his head practically drowning in euphoria. His girlfriends, meanwhile, had begun to snog each other once more, giggling and licking at each other. Harry once again appreciated the benefits of dating women on the less-vanilla side of things, as he made a contended sound, sinking into his bed on his back.
"Shove over," Pansy ordered, pushing him towards the middle of the bed, before immediately claiming his now-vacated spot and sliding in beside him. Daphne curled up against his other side in short order, as the trio lay there, catching their breaths, all three of them running their fingers against each others' skin.
"So that was fucking incredible," Harry spoke, drawing a giggle from Daphne and a smirk from Pansy.
"Just think, Potter," Pansy drawled, "now we get to do that all the time."
"Well," Daphne's voice was a bit shaky, though the wide smile on her face and the blush still on her cheeks assured Harry that it wasn't due to nerves or anything, "it doesn't have to be that all the time. After all, there's so much more that we still have to try."
Fucking absolutely brilliant, Harry decided.
"So, what now?" Harry asked, "in terms of tonight, that is."
"Well, I'm going to need a shower, since somebody came all over me," Pansy teased, "but after that? Well, my evening's free."
"Mine too," Daphne agreed.
"Obviously, I want the two of you to stay tonight," Harry shrugged, "haven't really got an idea beyond that."
"Let's fucking celebrate," Pansy announced, "let's get fucking drunk together, shag again, and just have fun."
Harry thought that was an absolutely perfect idea.
Later in the evening, the trio was in fine spirits indeed, all of them drunk enough to be loud and giggly without being impaired by any means.
"D'you know why Voldemort looked like that?" Harry said, finding himself able to talk about some parts of the Wizarding War without the usual fears and regrets overtaking him.
"Why's that?" Daphne asked, "I assume it was the result of a rish- a rits- a, fucking magic stuff."
"Nobody nose," Harry answered, grinning conspiratorially as he tapped his own nose.
Pansy absolutely howled in laughter at this, smacking Harry in the shoulder. The trio were sprawled out on the couch in Harry's lounge together, a tangle of limbs and bodies that felt comfortable.
"You know why us Slytherins never really liked McGonagall?" Pansy asked, giggling at her own joke, "she could be awfully catty!"
"Ugh," Daphne groaned, "you two are the worst."
"Genius is never appreciated in its time," Harry mused, chuckling.
"I swear, you must be Boggarts," Daphne said, licking her lips, "because you're Riddikulus."
"Aah!" Pansy cried, "Daph! You're learning!"
"Our Daph is kind of a genius," Harry agreed.
"Oh, hush," Daphne took her turn to smack Harry's arm, "and you're the most powerful Wizard of our generation. Or do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Aww," Pansy groaned, this time, "that was a stretch. I'll let it go because you're so pretty, but serious."
"No," Harry spoke with false gravity, "Sirius was my godfather."
"Y'know, I had wondered how you wound up a Black," Daphne admitted, "I figured it was something to do with the war, how'd he wind up as your godfather?"
"He was framed," Harry shrugged, the topic somehow failing to set off any sad memories – of course the fact that he was currently curled up with his girlfriends, two absolutely sinful Slytherin witches, would undoubtedly bring a smile to Sirius's face, "it turns out that he never even had a trial, so he was still the head of House Black. He named me his heir because otherwise Draco was going to attain the title."
"Hah!" Pansy chuckled, "both of my boyfriends, the fake one and the real one, were Heirs of Black!"
"Pfft," Daphne joked, "so far a hundred percent of my significant others are pureblood nobles. I'm absolutely failing at the whole 'open-minded new generation' thing, aren't I?"
"Well, your girlfriend has something to say about that," Pansy teased, leaning over Harry to kiss Daphne, "but honestly, fuck all that. I can't believe I ever got suckered into the whole 'Pureblood Supremacy' bullshit, this half-blood," she palmed Harry's groin over the lounge pants he was wearing, "outdoes every Pureblood man put together."
"If only I'd known the magical power of my penis," Harry joked, "I could have fixed the whole inter-house war thing back in my sixth year."
"Fourth," Pansy said, before she clamped her hands over her mouth and blushed.
"Fourth?" Harry asked, confused.
"Our Pansy," Daphne drawled, "had a crush on you in fourth year."
"Well, it all worked out, innit?" Harry felt a blush of his own growing.
"You two," Pansy leaned into Daphne again, her hand once more returning to Harry's groin, "are insufferable. Also, let's go to bed."
Harry didn't find Daphne insufferable, but otherwise, he agreed with the sentiment.
Marriage Law Reform Upcoming?
The Prophet has learned, through various sources, that the noble Lord Cyrus Greengrass has begun pursuing the passage of new acts which could influence the state of marriage within Magical Britain.
"Given the recent developments in the divorce granted to William Weasley and Fleur Delacour," a source states, "it is only logical that we investigate the structure of Marriage Law as it applies to those of fully-Human nature. We don't intend to remove the privileges that these partially-Human people have been able to enjoy, but it is well-known that many Magical Marriages are the results of negotiated contracts or agreements made by others, and many fine Wizards and Witches find themselves stuck in situations with partners who are not of the same standard."
While the Prophet cannot speculate as to the contents of any proposed acts, the impression at the Wizengamot is that Wizarding society should move into the modern era, and make it possible for Wizards and Witches of good standing to pursue marriages that are more suitable for them than those which have been arranged during follies of youth or agreements between their parents.
"The future of my House is in peril," says a second source, "don't get me wrong, my [spouse] is adequate enough, I suppose, but we haven't produced an heir despite [a number] of years trying. It's unfair to my ancient legacy that I cannot seek a more suitable [spouse] for my requirements."
This is, of course, a known failure of the system of magical marriages, even those which are marked by a failure to produce progeny are required to continue due to the binding nature of marriages registered with the Ministry of Magic. While it is unlikely that the efforts of Lord Greengrass and others would result in undermining the sanctity of those marriages which are bound by magical oaths, the Prophet has come to understand that such arrangements are a minority, and often affect only the wife in such a contract.
The purity of Witches, of course, must not be discarded in these efforts to modernize marriage law: the Prophet merely reports on what has developed in the realm of politics, without commentary or bias, and does not imply that any marriage reform should allow young witches to marry whoever they please, have their fun, and then seek a more suitable partner for their later years.
For more reporting on the Weasley-Delacour divorce, please see the article on page 13, titled "Werewolfs and Veelas: An impossible match?"
Harry grumbled at the paper as he tossed it aside, returning to his task of preparing breakfast. One of the immediate benefits that he'd discovered of making their relationship official was that there was no longer the awkward moment of hesitation where Daphne or Pansy (or both) clearly wanted to stay over, but acted as if they didn't want to intrude or something – now, the trio had spent a very enjoyable night in bed together, no awkwardness involved.
As if on cue from his thoughts about them, Daphne and Pansy entered the kitchen together, and Harry was once more struck by how gorgeous each of them was. While he'd – regrettably – been one of the people to taunt Pansy as "pug-face" when they were in school, the way she'd matured and grown into her features left her button-like nose absolutely adorable, not that Harry would risk calling her that. Daphne, of course, was beautiful even as a teen, and had only grown more attractive in her twenties, but Harry quite honestly found that he didn't prefer either to the other.
Now that I think of it…
Ever since his conversation with Hermione, Harry had found himself considering different pairs of women, and he found it difficult to uncover any combination that quite lined up with his own preferences in the way that Pansy and Daphne did. Pansy was petite, fierce, and had incredible tits, while Daphne was cool, tall, and had an outrageous arse, contrasting with each other in a way that didn't diminish either of the women by comparison.
Of course, when it came to sexual matters, Pansy or Daphne alone would have stood among Harry's favourite experiences, but together, it was nearly incomparable. He felt a slight amount of internal guilt at acting as if he were tallying notches on a belt, but really, of his various partners over the years, only his times with Padma or Katie had lived up, and those were both situations intensified by their inherently temporary nature.
"'Mornin, darlin'," Pansy announced their entrance, and Harry smirked. Darlin', hey?
"Morning, you two," He put Pansy's coffee and Daphne's tea on the table, "how'd you sleep?"
"Fucking great," Daphne said, "you two have no idea how much I was worrying about things until we sorted it all out."
"Heh," Pansy chuckled, "actually, I think I have some idea. Pansy fucking Parkinson, in a relationship? Perish the thought. You two are lucky you're worth it."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "I honestly thought I was going to be doing the bachelor thing for… well, for a while. You two surprised me, and I'm fucking thrilled about it."
"Aww, aren't you sweet," Pansy teased, sipping her coffee, "but it's good that you know how fucking special you are, Potter."
"Oh?" Harry retrieved his own coffee as he balanced various plates of breakfast food on his arm, "how so?"
"Well, you know how I talked about the whole not-quite-monogamous thing?" Pansy paused, licking her lips, "well, I think I gave up a chance to shag a Veela because I'm so fucking enamored with the two of you."
"Really?" Daphne interjected, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy you did, but a Veela?"
"Well, part, I suppose," Pansy locked her eyes on Harry. She doesn't mean…? "I'm reasonably certain that Fleur Delacour was hitting on me in France."
Fleur? Harry couldn't help but imagine those possibilities, I didn't even know she was into women?
"Hmm," Daphne tapped her fingers on her tea mug, "yeah, I wouldn't blame you, but that would certainly intimidate me. She's bloody perfect, and now that she's single again, well, I could see her trying to snap someone up."
She'd snap Pansy up? Harry wondered.
"You should know," Pansy leaned back in her seat, "you, Daphne, have a better arse than a fucking part-Veela. Don't get too excited, Harry, I was just measuring Fleur to make clothes for her."
Well, Daphne does have a great arse, Harry agreed, chuckling.
"If we're talking about these things," he continued, "I guess I should tell you that Luna basically told me she wants to sleep with me, but, uh, she said she wanted to talk to 'my girlfriends' first."
"Hmm?" Pansy was curious, "thought you hadn't told people about us?"
"I hadn't," Harry answered honestly, "Luna, well, she just knows things. We weren't even officially dating when she said that."
"I did think," Daphne weighed in, "at Astoria and Ronald's announcement, that there was something going on with you and Luna. Honestly, I'd thought you'd already shagged her."
"No, no," Harry reassured her, "we've never done anything like that. Full disclosure, can't say I've never thought about it, but, well, it just didn't happen."
"Hmm," Pansy stared into her coffee, "well, she's gorgeous, I can't say I'm opposed, but, well, she's a bit out there, yeah?"
"Oh, no," Harry clarified, "I'm really not pushing for anything. Like I said, I am perfectly content with just the two of you."
Daphne frowned, as if deep in thought.
"Well, uh, I'm not certain about this, but now that we're talking about it, I'm kind of wondering if Susan Bones might have flirted with me."
Sue? Harry thought, well, that makes sense, her and Daph are both publicly known to date women…
"How so?" Pansy inquired.
"Well, she's commissioned me to make a piece of art for her," Daphne shrugged, "and I thought that she was giving me overtures to be friends with her… but now that the two of you are confessing to how popular you are, I suppose I can't rule it out that she was maybe being a bit flirtatious?"
"Uh, well," Harry shrugged, "I'm pretty sure Sue's gay, so that kind of rules her out, I think? I mean, I suppose I could get on board if you really wanted to…"
"No, no," Daphne dismissed his concern, "I'm not even sure she was, I just didn't want to be left out of your two's confessions. Besides, any other woman is a concern for the future, not for now, right?"
"Definitely," Pansy agreed, "I'm still getting used to this relationship idea, I don't want to push things too far, too fast."
"Is there anything in particular you do want?" Harry ventured.
"Well, yeah," Pansy agreed, "I've never actually been on a proper date, so I expect at least one of you to rectify that for me."
"Same for me!" Daphne cheerily added.
Hmm, Harry thought, that sounds nice.
Pansy
It was a similar scene to her last morning at Harry's place a few days later, when she'd spent the night with him and was more than happy to take advantage of his offer to prepare breakfast the next day.
"So," Pansy ventured, "the Aurors warned me that something might be coming down on my father, but I haven't seen anything in the papers. Is there anything that you're allowed to tell me about that?"
"Hmm," Harry thought, scratching at the stubble on his chin in a way that Pansy thoroughly enjoyed, "nothing that I've heard, and that's not me hiding something I can't talk about, but between you and I, yeah, your dad's name came up a lot in invoices of varying legality."
"That sounds like him," Pansy agreed, "Harry? You do know that I'm not involved, right?"
"Of course," Harry stamped down on the brief moment of her insecurities appearing, "everything you've told me about him… yeah, I don't blame you for never speaking to your parents again."
"Thanks, Harry," Pansy said, and she surprised herself when she meant it. "What've you got lined up today?"
"Reports, reports, and, hmm, reports," Harry groaned, "you?"
"I've got a collection to finish putting together for our mutual part-Veela friend," Pansy sipped her coffee before continuing, "though I've already sent her a few pieces."
"Right, yeah," Harry scratched at the back of his head, and Pansy frowned – she knew he did that when he was anxious, "she's not being too, er, Fleur with you, is she? I haven't spoken with her in a bit, but her and I are friends, I can hint that she should back off if you want."
"No, no," Pansy reassured him, "she's been remarkably well behaved ever since I left France. Besides, I doubt that it's me that should be worried about her."
"Daphne?" Harry frowned in confusion, "I didn't know they'd even met."
You absolutely adorable idiot, Pansy thought.
"No, Harry," she sighed, "I'm reasonably sure that Fleur fucking Delacour wants to shag you."
"What?" Harry seemed surprised, bless him, "Why would she want that? I mean, I guess that I saved Gabrielle's life technically, and we did always get along, and, oh, shite."
"Indeed," Pansy teased, sipping her coffee calmly, "I don't need to say it, but I know you're going to work yourself into a fit if I don't, so, yes, Harry, Daphne and I trust you to behave yourself. Even with a part-Veela."
Harry muttered something under his breath, but thankfully didn't protest that he wasn't that special or anything so ridiculous as that – the more she got to know him, the more that Pansy realized that Harry fucking Potter was absolutely a rare sort of person, one who actually exceeded the reputation that he despised so much.
They finished their breakfasts in a comfortable silence with one another, Pansy draining her mug of coffee at last.
"Mm," Pansy hummed, "I'd best be off, I do have rather a lot on my plate. Don't work too hard, hey?"
"Heh," Harry chuckled, rising from his seat, "I never do, really."
"Oh, bullshite," Pansy smiled, standing up as well, leaning in to kiss Harry across the table, "d'you fancy trying to convince Daphne to leave her art alone this weekend? Maybe we can catch a film, or something?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "that sounds brilliant."
It really does.
Beautiful in black!
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Fleur Delacour (once Weasley), as you can see, looks absolutely smashing in her daring new look, the black satin robes a style that very few could pull off, and yet the French bombshell does!
"Oh, eet eez a piece from a fren' of mine," the part-Veela, all-gorgeous woman reported, before she revealed the designer of her daring new apparel: none other than Pansy Parkinson, the owner of Serpentine, the hottest new shop on the Knockturn block!
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Daphne
"I don't get it," Daphne admitted, "how did the white guy, you know, with the hair and the dance moves, show up alive again? Didn't he get shot?"
"It's non-sequential," Harry explained, "the scenes in the movie don't show up in the same order as they happened."
"Hmm," Daphne pondered, "okay, yeah, I can see that. Pansy, did you style yourself after this Mia woman?"
"Heh," Pansy snorted, "you're lucky she's also a fashion icon or I might be insulted."
"So, what'd you think?" Harry inquired, stretching over the back of his couch, "it's a classic in the Muggle film world, apparently."
"I can see why, I think," Daphne continued, "it's very… cool? Is that the right way of describing it?"
"I think you're right on target, sweet," Pansy told her, "and let's also thank Harry for his very clever little magic tricks, letting us manage to watch a video in his magical fucking mansion."
"It, heh, it wasn't actually my trick," Harry explained, "Ron actually helped me set it up. He's honestly brilliant at tinkering with Muggle technology, wait until you see his house."
"Oh?" Pansy pondered, "so the two of you are taking me home to show off to your friend and sister, are you?"
"Well, yes!" Daphne smiled, "we've been going out officially for weeks now, and nothing has imploded, you have to admit that this is going well."
"I suppose I might be persuaded to admit that," Pansy shrugged, "and here I thought that the two of you were just particularly enjoyable shags, at first. Now you're my girlfriend and boyfriend," her voice was almost incredulous, but the teasing edge underneath detracted from that impression, "I've gone soft."
"Nah, you're still terrifying," Harry teased back, "last week, when I admitted that I didn't know the difference between velvet and velour? Yeesh, I thought you were going to kill me."
"Hush," Pansy smacked his arm, "you brute. Daph, how much free time do you have left?"
"Hmm," Daphne quickly cast Tempus, checking the time, "I'd say another hour or so before I should get back to work, why?"
Pansy's grin was positively predatory.
"Harry," Pansy ordered, "grab her arms."
Harry obeyed, as Daphne shrieked in faux-protest, Pansy kissing her and starting to unbutton her blouse.
I can really get used to this.
"So," Pansy spoke, "how's the piece coming along?"
"It's getting there," Daphne explained, "I think there's another week or two yet, it depends on how many more changes Susan requests. 'Make it about, well, ten percent gayer' was the last change," she chuckled.
"Hmm," Pansy sipped her tea – a rare concession, but considering that Daphne had lured her into a proper date, a welcome one – before continuing, "and what's Susan been like lately? Still flirting with you?"
"There's nothing to be jealous of," Daphne answered, patting Pansy's hand reassuringly, "I won't say she's been entirely professional, but no, there haven't been any more vague allusions to forging a coven, of all things."
"Those were a real thing, y'know," Pansy began, before snorting, "of course you know, your grades were way better than mine. But still, it miiiiight," she drew the phrase out to its breaking point, "be something we have to consider. Our boyfriend is terribly powerful, after all."
Hmm, Daphne thought, that's a good point. While the trio had yet to explore any other candidates to share their bedroom, she hadn't thought of how Harry's – frankly – ridiculous amount of magical power might influence those proceedings. After all, as she knew, powerful magic-users attracted allies of different sorts, and the long-extinct practice of covens almost seemed tailor-made for their relationship the more she thought of it: a circle of witches gathered around a central warlock, with an "inner circle" forming the key to the arrangement.
"Well, I guess we'll keep it in mind?" Daphne shrugged, "besides, I don't think Susan would be your first choice, she's not blonde enough."
"Oh, hush," Pansy replied, blushing, "anyways, I'm fairly sure that she hates me still, so who cares."
Yes, you've never shagged anyone you had a contentious relationship with, Daphne thought.
Pansy was distracted by something that appeared on her enchanted notebook, cursing excitedly(?) under her breath as she rose from the table.
"Shite, I've gotta run," Pansy murmured, "the last of the spider-silk I was waiting on just arrived. I might fucking make this deadline yet!"
"Of course," Daphne answered, genuinely unconcerned, rising from the table, "I'll see you later, yeah?"
The two embraced – to an outside observer, it may have seemed like a typical hug between female friends, but the way that Pansy's hand surreptitiously gripped Daphne's arse would have removed that interpretation for anyone who was privy to see it.
"Absolutely," Pansy smirked, "my sweet."
Daphne blushed slightly, the pet name still affecting her, before waving her girlfriend away.
Sitting back down to return to her tea, she opened her own notebook, penning a message to her boyfriend:
"I think that we should put Pansy in the middle tonight."
Hey Tracey,
How are you? How's Theo? Anything new and exciting out in the colonies?
I'm sorry that I haven't been in touch lately, I've been busy with a commission that might very well put me on the map in a big way as an artist – no promises yet, but I'm optimistic.
To cut to the chase, as it were, I've sent a Portkey along with this letter – it's keyed to next weekend, so no rush on deciding, but I'd really like it if Theo and you could come for dinner at 'Stori and Ronald's house.
I've got a bit of an announcement of my own, as it turns out – I'm seeing someone these days, and, well, I'd like to formally introduce them to you two.
Let me know! And no questions, a girl has to keep the suspense somehow!
Love,
Daphne