Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.
A Formal Proposition
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"I'm tellin' you mate! She's gone completely mental!" Ron exclaimed, raising his mug of ale high into the air. "First it's all 'You never do anything romantic!' and then when I try it's 'Oh I'm just not in the mood!'. I've practically gone celibate, I tell you!"
Harry winced as he listened to his friend complain. He wished he could sympathize in some way but it was kinda hard when he had five sexy witches at his beck and call everyday.
"Have you thought about maybe talking this out with Demelza?" He asked.
Ron snorted and took a healthy sip of ale. "Bollocks to that! She'd somehow spin the whole thing around to be my fault. Then where would I be? Sleeping on the couch in my own damn house that's where!"
Harry chuckled and patted his friend on the back. "Well perhaps a few nights on the couch will make her miss you enough to bring sex back on the table. You never know."
"Maybe." Ron muttered. "Blimey, it's not like you have any trouble with it though. Malfoy must be livid to know you're shaggin his mum day in and day out eh?"
Harry shrugged. "Haven't really seen him around to know. From what Cissy says though, he's not exactly in any state to talk it out peacefully if he does find an issue with it."
"Kinda hope the git is stupid enough to try something. I can practically see the headline now! 'House Malfoy extinct after ferret faced heir fucked around and found out!' I'd probably frame that issue!" Ron chortled.
"I'm no expert, but I don't think killing your lover's son is considered very romantic." He quipped.
Ron's laugh turned into full blown guffaws as he spit out some of his drink. Harry chuckled as his red headed friend struggled to regain his breath, coughing into his hand with each wheeze.
"Mate I tell ya, I really needed this! Been too long since we had a drink together!" Ron sighed with a grin.
Harry grinned back, stamping out the twinge of guilt he felt at the red head's words. It certainly wasn't Ron's fault that they didn't hang out as much as they used to. The end of the war had been a busy time for all of them, but Harry wouldn't lie and say there weren't plenty of opportunities to catch up with his old friends. Sure, he wrote to them and even saw Hermione on the occasional weekend when she'd pick up Bellatrix's research notes, but it had been quite some time since he really sat down and caught up with everyone, not just Ron and Hermione.
"It really has. We'll have to fix that." He smiled.
Ron smiled back and held his mug aloft in the air. "Here! Here!"
Harry spent another hour talking and laughing with his best friend before regretfully saying goodbye with a promise to owl the next day. As he left however, the easy going smile fell from his face and was replaced by a stoic frown.
He had been happy to see Ron, truely, yet today was not all about drinking and cheer unfortunately.
Stepping out from the Leaky Cauldron, Harry quickly made his way to his intended destination. Today was the final day of meetings with the Death Eater families, and no doubt his good mood would soon be eroded away from the sneering racists. He mentally began to prepare himself for the, thankfully last, afternoon of political torture.
Arriving at the firm of Davis & Greengrass, Harry entered to the sound of raised voices coming from Daphne's office. From the sounds of it, Daphne and another man were currently in the middle of an intense argument.
"Everything alright Sherry?" He asked the older witch at the receptionist desk.
"Miss Daphne had a sudden… visitor. One she wasn't very pleased to see." The speckled woman replied, pursing her lips.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Well then, I think I'll go meet this visitor."
"I think you should as well." Sherry agreed.
Harry walked forward without another word, pushing open the cherry wood door with a great shove. The wooden fixture banged open, causing the two individuals in the room to stop their shouting match and turn towards him.
Harry gave Daphne a once over, ensuring she bore no injuries or other ill effects. She looked back at him, face red from shouting and a flash of confusion on her features. Turning to the other man, Harry's glare morphed into a full blown scowl.
Theordore Nott glared back, his hands twitching slightly towards the inside of his jacket. Harry tsked at the action, flicking his fingers forward and sending an invisible pulse of magic towards Nott. The glaring wizard yelped out in pain as an unseen spell slammed into his wand arm and pinned it to the wall behind him.
"I'd rethink trying anything else Nott, unless you want to lose that hand." He growled.
Nott seemed to want to say something, but wisely deflated, nodding in defeat and raising his other arm in a gesture of surrender. Harry smirked, releasing the man with barely a thought
"Smart move. Now if you don't mind I have a meeting with Miss Greengrass, so please kindly piss off."
Nott sneered at him while rubbing his arm where Harry's spell impacted.
"I was just leaving." The rat faced man turned back to Daphne. "I expect an answer from you no later than tomorrow my dear.".
Daphne said nothing, only glaring daggers back at the former Slytherin. Nott left without another word after that, barely giving Harry another glance as he did so. Harry finally relaxed as he heard the front door close behind the dark wizard, calming the roaring magic around him.
"The fuck did that bastard want?" He questioned.
Daphne sighed, slumping into her desk chair and quickly pouring two glasses of fire whiskey.
"He-" She began. "Wished to discuss the finer points of his family's marriage proposal to me."
Harry startled at her words. "What?! You're going to marry him?!"
Daphne chuckled as she slid a glass over to him. "He certainly wants to." She tipped her own glass back without another word, downing the burning liquid in one go. Pouring herself another, she leaned back with a sigh and began to slowly sip from her glass.
"The Nott's have been persistent in their attempts to tie our houses together since before the war. As not-so-secret followers of Voldemort, they almost got their wish too. Thankfully some stupid bloke offed their dark lord, nipping their victory at the bud." She explained, shooting a smirk towards Harry. He sent back his own half hearted glare and gestured for her to continue. "It didn't stop them for long though. If anything, the end of the war only made them more desperate, with half the family locked up in Azkaban and the other half nearly penniless. Even with most of their fortune and political power gone, they've tried to find any loophole or underhanded trick they can to try and force the match between me and Theodore."
"And did they find anything?" Harry asked, voice laden with concern.
Daphne shook her head. "Nothing concrete, just a few ancient laws that no court in their right mind would consider valid. I've been lucky so far, well, until today that is."
Harry looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Astoria is… well she's sick. We found out last week that she has the family blood curse."
"What?! She didn't tell me- Oh bollocks, no wonder she's been so upset lately! I thought it was just because of her big breakup with Draco…" He groaned.
"The news hit her pretty hard. To make things worse, somehow the Nott's found out as well. Probably scrounged up enough gold from their meager coffers to bribe a hospital staff member or buy a private investigator. Either way it doesn't matter, they know about it and now they're using it against us." She explained. "The curse is incurable for the most part. Generations of Greengrass women have suffered from it and not even the best healers in the world could get rid of it. The only real way is to have someone from the curse caster's bloodline to dispel it."
Daphne took another healthy sip of her liquor and leveled Harry with a defeated look. "And guess who just so happens to be a part of that bloodline?"
"Nott…" Harry breathed.
Daphne nodded. "Yep! The bastard had the audacity to come here and try to blackmail me into a marriage using Astoria's curse, one that his family caused! If he wasn't the only chance of her being cured then I probably would have killed the imbecile right then and there."
"Wait!" Harry exclaimed. "You're not actually going to agree to his proposal?!"
Daphne dropped her gaze down towards the desk.
"What choice do I have, Harry? Astoria's a right evil bitch but she's still my sister. If curing her means marrying him, then I'd do it a thousand times without a second thought." She whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
It was silent for a few minutes as Daphne quietly shed a few tears for her hopeless situation.
"No."
"What?" Daphne said, her gaze snapping up to meet his.
Harry stared back with a hardened expression. "I said no. The Nott's have no right giving you an ultimatum like that. Give me a quill and parchment."
Daphne hurriedly supplied the materials, staring at him in confusion as he began to pen a letter. A few minutes later, Harry stood and snapped his fingers. A large grey eagle appeared out of nowhere and silently took the letter from its master's hand before flashing back out of existence.
"What was that?" Daphne breathed.
"That-" Harry began with a smile. "Was me giving House Nott an ultimatum of my own. Come by my place on Sunday and we'll have this matter resolved. Astoria will already be there that day."
"W-wait- Harry you can't just do that!" Daphne sputtered.
Harry took an idle sip from his glass. "But I did anyway. What's the point of having all this power if I can't help people?"
Daphne stood and began to pace. "No! It's not about- Ugh! Look thank you for that, you don't know how much it means to me, but you're not thinking this through you git! My family is under your control too thanks to my idiot uncle. So if magic already sees us owing a great debt to you, then what do you think will happen when it also sees you doing something like this for me?" She said, roughly jabbing him in the chest with her finger.
"Oh…" Harry said eloquently. "Wait! But I already claimed that debt through Astoria's vow!"
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Shagging my sister rotten everyday doesn't exactly fulfill the Greengrass end of the bargain. Not when there's still another-" She paused, her eyes becoming unfocused as the blonde became lost in thought..
"Not when what?" Harry frowned. "Daphne?"
Daphne snapped her gaze up to him in an instant. "That's it…" She said with a bite of her lip.
"What's it? I don't underst- MFPH!"
He was suddenly cut off as Daphne grabbed ahold of his shirt and crashed her lips against his. His eyes widened in surprise as the blonde beauty began to needily kiss him. At first, all Harry could do was stand there in shock, his body frozen with his hands in the air. Yet when Daphne's wet tongue pressed against his unmoving lips in a request for entrance, he finally threw caution to the wind and began to kiss her back.
Daphne moaned against his lips as he deepened the kiss, battling against her tongue with his own. She pressed her body flush with his, allowing Harry to feel every one of her delightful curves.
Harry began to let his hands roam the blonde's body, trailing down her back and roaming over her firm bum. She was no Narcissa in the curves department, but it was obvious that where Astoria was petite and lithe, Daphne was full and curvaceous. This was proven by the sheer amount of flesh that gave way under a rough squeeze of her ass. Daphne gasped out in delight, breaking their passionate lip lock in the process. Harry didn't mind, instead he simply switched targets, biting down lightly on the porcelain skin of her neck while moving his hand around to cup her covered mound.
Daphne moaned approvingly at his actions, threading her fingers through his hair while her hips pushed against his hand in a desperate bid for more stimulation. Even through her thick legal robes, Harry could feel the fiery heat of her aroused womanhood. Harry sucked lightly on her pulse point and curled his fingers slightly, allowing her rocking hips to grind her covered clit against the digits. Daphne released a shuddering breath and tightened her grasp in his hair. Her hips began to pump even faster, jerking with shaky movements as her first climax was already closing in.
"T-the d-door! Silence th-the door!" Daphne stammered, her eyes scrunched up in pleasure as she furiously humped his hand.
Harry did as he was told, snapping his fingers quickly and hitting the door with a thick silencing ward. Not even a second later, Daphne let out a loud squeal as she came from the vicious dry humping. Harry winced as the grip on his hair tightened to painful levels, but brushed it off. Instead he allowed the blonde to yank his face upwards and crash her moaning lips against his, reveling in the sloppy orgasmic tongue lock.
After a few moments, the trembling of Daphne's body subsided and the blonde lawyer heaved a sigh of satisfaction into their kiss. Their lip embrace slowed gradually, from frantic to languid, as the last dredges of climax left her body. She happily pulled Harry closer, intent to enjoy the relaxing snogging. Yet, one particularly hard object got in the way of that plan.
"Oh!" She gasped as something hard stabbed into her stomach. Looking down, Daphne immediately found the offending object, the size of which caused her eyes to widen.
"That's- um… w-wow…"
Harry chuckled at her astonishment. "I believe Astoria had a similar reaction." He smirked.
Daphne quickly glared up at him, lightly slapping his chest in embarrassment. "Let's not start talking about your sexual experience with my sister right now." She groaned.
Her groan was cut off as Harry suddenly picked her up by the ass and deposited her on her desk. She let out a squeak as his lips once more began to attack her neck, sucking harshly on one particular spot that had her toes curling.
"Then what should we do, hm?" He breathed into her ear, softly nipping at the lobe.
Daphne let out a shuddering breath, her legs opening wide to give him access all on their own.
"P-please!" She whined, feeling the hard pole of his cock through his clothes.
He hummed against her neck. "Please what?" He asked, pushing his hips forward and grinding his cock into her covered mound.
"Oh god! PLEASE FUCK ME!" She cried.
"As you wish."
Without warning, he roughly grasped the front of her heavy legal robes and yanked, ripping them quickly down the middle. She gasped as the cool air hit the bare skin of her body. Looking up expectantly, she was surprised at Harry's sudden amused gaze before remembering exactly what she had been wearing underneath.
"It makes the longer court session less boring…" She murmured with a bright red blush.
Harry said nothing, simply staring at the lacey set of lingerie affixed to her body. Normally, one was supposed to wear another set of robes under the bulky court apparel, but Daphne had always found doing that to be a bit too stuffy. Instead she always opted out of another set of robes, choosing to simply wear only knickers underneath. The lingerie… well it did make things exciting when wearing such perverse clothes somewhere taboo like a courtroom.
Harry eyed the thin black bra on her chest, no doubt staring at her barely concealed nipples which were already stiff with arousal, through the meshy lace. She blushed harder when his eyes dipped down to take in the sight of her matching garterbelt and stockings. Though even through her embarrassment, she rationalized today was probably the best day of them all to wear such scandalous knickers. It certainly grabbed his attention after all.
Her mind had yet to decide if choosing to not wear panties with this set was a good idea or not.
Her attention was brought back to the present as Harry suddenly stepped forward, his clothes melting off his body as if they were made of smoke. Daphne bit her lip to suppress the squeal of delight when she caught her first glimpse of his impossibly thick cock.
"Beautiful." He whispered, staring down at her with lust glazed eyes..
A gasp was torn from her lips as Harry suddenly pressed his body against hers and captured her pouty lips, his cock unintentionally grinding against her slickened pussy.
'No knickers was definitely the right choice!' She cheered in her mind, almost giggling in excitement at the feeling of his meaty pole brushing against her bare cunt.
Daphne watched as Harry pulled back and slowly lined himself up with her dripping entrance. She bit her lip in anticipation as the spongy tip of his cock teased her folds. Looking up, Daphne gasped at the intensity of his gaze, burning into her with lust and want. It was invigorating. With a small nod, she signaled for him to take the plunge.
The feeling as he entered her was indescribable. The sheer thickness of his cock threatened to overwhelm her poor cunt as it stretched her walls to their limit. Her body was trapped in a realm between pleasure and pain, yet it begged for more.
She let out a soft mewl as he finally bottomed out into her. Never in her life had she felt so full. She drunkenly giggled at the idea of Nott seeing her now, atop her desk with her pussy full of the Man-Who-Won's cock. That would show the bastard that she didn't belong to him, nor would she ever. Not when there was such a better option to give herself to.
Just as Harry grabbed the side of her hips and begin thrusting, a faint knock sounded from the door.
"Miss Daphne, the first family has arrived for the meeting with Mr. Potter." Sherry informed from the other side of the door.
Daphne let out a pitiful groan, and nodded for Harry to take down the silencing ward.
"Thank you Sherry! Tell them we'll be just a few- HNG!" She was suddenly cut off as Harry pulled back and slammed into her with a forceful clap. "Oh fuck- Uh! On second though Sherry p-please tell them to c-come back tomorrow! I'm not r-really feeling well- Oh fuck you're tearing me apart!" She cried.
"Of course Miss. Shall I tell the other families on the docket to come back tomorrow as well?" Sherry asked, a slight lilt of amusement in her voice.
Daphne clamped her hand over her mouth as a loud moan threatened to spill free. Harry was currently pumping into her with slow hard thrusts that were driving her absolutely wild. He smirked down at her as he did so, bringing his hand up to idly tweak one of her stiff nipples through its lacy prison.
"Oh fuck yes!" She groaned, toes curling from the stimulation. "Um- I mean- Y-yes Sherry! That would be g-great- hngggg!"
"I'll see it done. Remember to cast that 'special' charm I told you about to alleviate any… unwanted side effects from your sickness!" Sherry giggled before walking away.
Daphne would've blushed at the woman's blatant hint of a contraceptive charm if her mind wasn't absolutely addled by pleasure at the moment. The only presence of mind she had left was all being used to keep herself quiet while Harry plundered her tight womanhood for all it was worth.
Thankfully Harry re-raised the silencing ward as soon as Sherry left, as not a second later, Daphne released a glass-shattering wail of pleasure. Her nails raked against the hardwood of her desk as her body shook with sudden climax. She could feel her inner walls tighten from the overload of pleasure but could do nothing to stop the intense shaking of her body.
Harry barely paid any mind to her physical plight, simply choosing to thrust into her all the harder forcing even louder screams from her lips as her orgasm was brought to new heights. She faintly heard a gushing wet sound from between her legs and some still conscious part of her brain realized she had just squirted all over the Chosen One's cock. Pride burst through her chest momentarily before a grunt was forced from her lips.
Harry had seemingly grown tired of the leisurely pounding of her cunt, and had now chosen to force her legs into her chest. His body was now boring down on the back of her thighs, folding her in half like she was a piece of parchment as his cock slammed into her with frantic thrusts.
Daphne's moans reach all new highs as her mind finally went blank from pleasure. His thick cock was pounding against her g-spot with obscene visciousness, carving orgasm after orgasm from her cunt. Random flutterings of words left her lips as she did everything she could to ride out the tidal wave of ecstasy.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE DON'T STOAAAAAHHH!"
Another gush of wetness splashed out from her pussy, soaking both of their abdomen with her juices, but Daphne couldn't find it in herself to care. His fat cock was a gift she didn't expect. Oh sure, she had heard a few descriptions of his size from Astoria's grumblings about her new servant status. But hearing about it and experiencing it were two different things. Even then, a large package was useless if one didn't know how to use it, something Harry obviously didn't have an issue with. At this point, Daphne had no clue why 'Tori would ever complain about getting shagged by this monster every day.
Suddenly Harry groaned from above her. "Fuck Daph! I'm close." He grunted.
Her pussy tingled in excitement at his impending orgasm, desperately wanting to milk his seed until her womb was overflowing with the creamy substance. Her brain, however, had different ideas.
"M-my tits! Cum on my tits!" She cried.
Harry didn't respond. Instead he heaved a mighty moan and pulled free from her dripping snatch. Daphne watched in fascination as he hurriedly stroked himself above her for a few seconds before groaning loudly. The first spurt of cum was so powerful, it streaked across her entire torso and even splashed onto her face as well. The second and third each coated one of her round breasts, staining the lacy black bra with rivets of white. The final few splashed across her cleavage and belly, turning her into a picturesque cum painting.
As his orgasm ended, Daphne quickly snuck her tongue out and collected some of the creamy seed from where it landed on her lips. She moaned whorishly at the taste, her pussy aching for more as the white liquid coated her tongue.
"That was- fuck!" Harry exclaimed with a wide grin.
Daphne smirked as she stood, stumbling slightly from the weakness in her legs. It worked in her favor, however, as instead of making to clean herself off, she sank to her knees and gently grasped his deflating cock.
"Oh you haven't seen anything yet… master." She smirked, feeling the weight of a brand new magical collar appear on her neck.
Harry could only gasp as she took him into her mouth.
'Yeah.' She thought. 'Astoria's a fucking idiot if she's complaining about this.'
Harry arrived home a few hours later, effectively spent from fucking his solicitor and new lover into an unconscious heap. Sluggishly he walked into the living room, intent to make himself a drink to wind down from the energetic afternoon. However, a sight from the middle of the living room stopped him short.
Pansy stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a pair of knickers, dancing sensually with her eyes closed. Harry took in the sight of her erotic movements, each sway accentuating her round bum and jutting tits. Already he could feel himself harden from the erotic display.
She had no clue he was there, that much was obvious. She had a pair of headphones on that was connected to a small portable wizarding wireless in her hand. It was a gift from a muggleborn technomage, something he was all the more thankful for as he watched the short-haired beauty sway back and forth.
Unfortunately, just as Pansy began to move faster and start getting to the more physical parts of her dance, she opened her eyes and caught sight of him. At first she smiled widely, likely enjoying putting on a show for him. Yet her face morphed from excitement to horror as her eyes flicked to the right of him. Pansy gasped in embarrassment, hurriedly trying to cover herself up.
Confused, Harry turned to the side and caught sight of what had freaked the girl out. His own eyes widened as he was greeted by a smiling Luna Lovegood sitting primly on his couch as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Oh please don't stop now Pansy! I was very much enjoying the dance." The girl giggled before turning to him. "Hello Harry! Your concubine has very nice tits by the way, I'd very much like to play with them if that's okay with you!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous request before giving the silvery haired girl a shrug.
"Fine with me." He grinned, shooting a gobsmacked Pansy a quick wink. "As long as I get to watch."
"Oh well I wouldn't mind that! But to be honest I'd much prefer you to join us, seeing as how I'm now technically your property!" Luna said cheerfully.
Now it was Harry's turn to appear gobsmacked. That certainly hadn't been what he was expecting…
Author's Note
Daphne joins the party and now maybe Luna…? Who knows! Guess we'll find out next chapter…
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