The past few weeks had been some of the most enjoyable Harry had had in years. Susan and Daphne were both immensely good company, utterly fun, and absolute fire in bed. They were unique in their own ways, yet similar enough that they were both very much his type. He'd plainly expressed to both of them that he was only interested in casual flings and kept things separate enough that he didn't think either would learn of the other for a while. Alas, as he discovered when he stopped by Daphne's manor only to find her and Susan screaming at each other outside the front door, he had underestimated at least one of them.
"You!" Susan growled as she spotted him, turning away from the blonde just enough to face him while keeping her in her peripheral vision. "Did you really think that I wouldn't find out about this?"
"What's there to find out about?" Harry asked. "My arrangement with Daphne is the same as my one with you. I made it very clear what I was and wasn't comfortable with, Sue, and a real relationship was definitely among the latter."
"I know I'm not your bloody girlfriend," Susan spat, "and I was sure you were shagging other women, but her? This bitch could very well have had a hand in the attack against me."
"You know damn well that I had nothing to do with that," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. "If you had even the faintest hint of proof, you'd have come after me like I was the dark lord risen again."
"Just because you weren't stupid enough to openly encourage Nott and the others doesn't mean that you're innocent," Susan hissed. "I know you have it out for me."
"You and I have had our share of disagreements over the years, but they've always been relatively civil, and if you hadn't been considering a run for the office of minister, it would have been ages since we last had any real issues," Daphne drawled. Smirking, she added, "Besides, Bones, it's not like we don't have anything at all in common."
She signaled to Harry, who glared at her for riling his other lover up. Susan, meanwhile, just looked incensed and slapped Daphne right across the face.
"You bitch!" Daphne exclaimed, pressing her hand against her cheek.
When she pulled it back and saw blood from Susan's ring, she did something that Harry never would have expected from her and punched the redhead right in the nose. Susan cried out in shock more than anything and went for her wand. Just as Harry was about to disarm her, Daphne dove at her, and the pair of them plummeted off the steps in front of her manor door and ended up rolling around on the ground, clawing at each other.
Just as they started pulling each other's hair, Harry decided that this had gone more than far enough and reached out to the both of them with his magic. Physically picking up another wizard or witch could be difficult with a wand, much less without one, as their own innate magic would generally fight against such attacks unless the one casting the spell on them was able to overpower them completely. Harry was sure that he could have overpowered both Susan and Daphne with ease, but in the end, he barely had to try because they were both so thoroughly distracted by each other.
"Enough!" he shouted as he lifted them into the air telekinetically and moved them out of each other's reach.
"Fuck," Daphne shuddered, impressed by his display of power despite her continued rage.
The two of them were both bruised and bloodied from their brief fight, and while Susan's nose looked broken, Daphne had a number of minor scratches on her face. All in all, he figured they should call it a draw, though neither one looked particularly interested in stopping just then.
"If you think you're going to get away with this…" Susan hissed.
"If you come at me with assault charges, I'll share the memory of you slapping me unprovoked with every paper in the country," Daphne spat. "The excessive force complaints against your department now will look like nothing compared to what I do to you."
"Neither of you is going to try to bring the other up on charges," Harry said flatly, "unless you want everyone in the country to see proof of you brawling like muggles."
They both blanched a little at the thought of the public seeing that fight.
"Now let me heal you, and then we can head inside and talk," Harry sighed, hoping to diffuse the situation a bit.
"This lunatic isn't getting inside my home without a warrant," Daphne hissed as Harry wordlessly healed the scratches and bruises on her beautiful face.
"Don't tempt me...ugh," Susan grunted Harry reset her nose and healed the minor break.
"Then we'll stay out here and talk," Harry groaned.
"No, you know what? I'm done talking," Susan scowled. "You wanted to keep things casual, and I was okay with that. I was okay with you seeing other women too, but not her, not after everything she's done to me. You want to keep seeing me; it won't be while you're seeing her."
"That sounds like a great idea," Daphne fumed. "What's it going to be, Harry, her, or me?"
Harry let go of his spells holding them back and glared at the both of them, saying, "Shit like this is why I don't do relationships. If we've gotten to the point where you're casually throwing around ultimatums, then…"
He trailed off and sighed before finishing, saying, "Then it's time to call it a day."
"What?!" Daphne exclaimed, looking furious.
"What?" Susan asked, looking hurt.
Without a word, Harry grabbed Susan and apparated them both to her manor before apparating away, hoping that putting some distance between them would stop them from killing each other.
"These posters really came out well," Hermione smiled as she looked over the enchanted pictures of her projecting confidence and capability, or at least she hoped that was what people saw in them.
"I'll have put up across the areas we agreed on," Scott Morton, her muggleborn campaign manager, said.
"Thank you," Hermione said warmly before pausing as she felt her mirror start to vibrate. "Just one moment."
She ducked into the restroom connected to her office and pulled out the old mirror she'd started carrying around again after Harry returned to England.
"Harry?" she asked quietly.
"Are you busy?" Harry asked.
"Not really," Hermione replied. "I took the whole day off to focus on my campaign, but we finished everything that needed doing before noon. I was just looking over the posters we had done and hoping that the pictures send the right message."
"I saw the proofs, Mione; you looked great," Harry said, and Hermione smiled at the compliment before furrowing her brow at just how bothered he looked and sounded.
"Do you want me to come by the house?" she asked.
"That would be great if you could," Harry replied, perking up a bit.
"I'm on my way," Hermione said, ending the call. Heading back into her office, she said, "Scott, something's come up."
"I understand," Scott replied. "It's not like we have much more to go over here."
"Take care of the posters, and you can have the rest of the day off," Hermione smiled.
"I'll also send word to go ahead with the new ad in the Prophet," Scott murmured as he tidied up his notes. "I'm sure that it'll help bridge the gap between you and Ogden."
"We have weeks to go, and we haven't even gotten to the first debate yet," Hermione said. "That's where I'll really get a chance to highlight the differences between me and my opponents."
"Of course," Scott concurred. "I have every confidence in you, ma'am."
"I'll see you tomorrow," Hermione said, heading out.
"See you then," Scott smiled.
She made her way to the designated apparition zone and, within seconds, found herself standing outside 12 Grimmauld Place. She wasn't sure what could be troubling Harry so much, though she did have a couple ideas.
"I warned you that sleeping with two women who hated each other's guts would end poorly," Hermione sighed as Harry finished his entirely predictable tale.
"I'm aware," Harry muttered, swirling his firewhiskey around his glass.
"I'm sorry, Harry; I really am, but I just can't wrap my head around what you thought was going to happen," Hermione said, perplexed.
"Truth be told, I figured that things would fizzle out between us before either one learned of the other," Harry sighed.
"Fizzle out?" Hermione asked, furrowing her brow.
"It's what usually happens," Harry shrugged.
"Usually ha...Harry, have you ever been in a relationship?" Hermione asked.
"Not really," Harry replied. "There was the disastrous aborted attempt with Cho in my fifth year, then I dated Ginny for about five minutes the year after that, then we were on the run for months, and I got saddled with the dark dickhead's memories. During the years it took me to get my head on straight, I didn't even think of dating, and once it was done, I didn't know where to begin. Picking women up in bars eventually led to a few casual flings, and those ran their course. To be perfectly honest, I wouldn't even know how to be a boyfriend."
"And I once said that Ron had the emotional range of a teaspoon," Hermione thought to herself. "Casual sex will surely lose its appeal eventually."
"It hasn't yet," Harry chuckled, only to wince at her glare.
"Do I even want to know how many women we're talking about here?" Hermione couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Probably not," Harry replied. "Suffice it to say that I'm clean and not a father."
"You wanted to be one once," Hermione said softly. "If you're completely content with how you've been living, why has this blow up with Daphne and Susan rattled you so much?"
"I didn't mean to hurt them," Harry replied. "Like I say, I didn't think that we'd see each other for very long, and I certainly didn't expect to find them at each other's throats like I did. Not over me, at least. I...also ended up liking them a lot more than I expected. They can both be really sweet."
"Greengrass can be sweet?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"I think she'd surprise you," Harry chuckled, "as would Susan, who can be really warm and caring once you get past her prickly exterior. Fuck. Well, what's done is done, and I guess I'm just going to have to move on."
"I think you've been moving on for so long that you've forgotten how to stand still," Hermione chided.
"You might have a point there," Harry muttered. "This is actually the longest I've stayed in one place since I turned seventeen."
"You're not seventeen anymore, Harry," Hermione said, leaning in and placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Maybe it's time to finally start putting that terrible time in your life firmly in the past and start putting down roots."
"The idea does have its appeal in theory," Harry admitted, "but again, I really wouldn't know how to go about trying. It's probably not going to be with Susan or Daphne, at any rate. They were both already pissed before I called things off and disappeared."
"If things hadn't happened as they did, which one would you have picked?" Hermione asked.
"Well, that's the other problem where they're concerned," Harry chuckled. "I don't know if I could pick between them. I like them both."
"Well, that wouldn't have worked out at all," Hermione said dryly, inwardly annoyed that he hadn't given her an answer she could use to gauge what he found attractive in a woman.
Harry Potter seemed to be seriously thinking about staying in Britain and actually trying to have a real relationship. There was no way in hell that she wasn't going to try and see if he might be interested in her at all. At least she knew that his preferred outcome, where the other English witches he'd been spending time with were concerned, was impossible. Hell would freeze over before Susan and Daphne thought about sharing a table, much less a man.
"Greengrasses don't cry," her father had told her more than once when she was growing up, and it was a statement Daphne had taken to heart.
Other people wept like children, she plotted her next move, locked away in her room with a glass of chardonnay in this case.
"Damn him," Daphne thought to herself, though she was more angry at herself than Harry.
She had known going in that he was shagging Bones and had only pursued him in the hopes that it might help her get under Granger's skin during the race after seeing the brunette's reaction to learning that he was sleeping with the redhead. It had been just business, just politics, and then she started actually getting to know him. He was just so powerful, and confident, and so bloody hot. She hadn't experienced the level of instant infatuation that she felt with him after that first date in her entire life. Somewhere along the line, those feelings started to deepen a bit. She liked to think that it wasn't the night he showed her that she could cum so hard she squirted while having her hair pulled and getting fucked in the ass, but it very well might have been.
She shivered at the memory.
"Daphne, are you alright?" her sister Astoria asked.
"Yes, Astoria, did you need something?" Daphne asked.
"To check on you," Astoria replied, opening the door. "Mimsy said that you were attacked outside."
"I got into a minor scuffle; it was fine," Daphne said through gritted teeth, irritated with herself for not forbidding her elf to tell anyone about that. "That's not why you came, I assume."
"No, I needed to ask Mum something, but she's out," Astoria said. "So what has you in plotting mode? Revenge on the one you got into your 'scuffle' with?"
"No," Daphne replied. "I've been...sort of seeing someone, and I made a mistake earlier than I need to fix."
Everything about Harry suggested that giving him an ultimatum was a surefire way to drive him off, and if Daphne had been thinking clearly, she would have shut her mouth the second Susan made that mistake and let her suffer the consequences, but she'd become emotional.
"You were seeing someone?" Astoria asked, her eyes widening. "Who? And why didn't you tell me?"
"It was a casual thing, and it's only been for the past few weeks," Daphne replied.
"You didn't say who it was," Astoria pouted.
"Not a word of this to anyone," Daphne said, her glare promising pain if her sister disregarded the warning.
"I swear," Astoria promised.
"Harry Potter," Daphne said, wincing as her sister squeaked in shock.
"How the hell did that happen?" Astoria asked.
"I sought him out because I figured seeing us together would piss off Granger, and I kind of developed feelings in the process," Daphne replied.
"You talk about feelings like they're some sort of disease," Astoria scoffed. "Wait, the incident earlier, that wasn't with him, was it?"
"No," Daphne replied, "but it was about him. One of the other women he's been sleeping with learned about me and wasn't pleased."
"Not someone you could work with as his Lady Potter?" Astoria asked, knowing full well that her sister planned to find a man she could enter into a continuation contract with to make it easier to keep their family's Wizengamot seat after her death.
Daphne laughed out loud at the thought, trying to imagine sharing a man with Susan Bones.
"Sadly, even if I could cooperate with said woman, it wouldn't help," she muttered after a moment. "She's in the same boat that I am."
"She's also a lady with...tell me we aren't talking about Susan Bones here," Astoria groaned.
"How did you figure that out?" Daphne asked, impressed.
"There aren't many ladies in your position who would resort to violence like that," Astoria said. "So that's out of the question. What are you going to do?"
"That's what I've been mulling over," Daphne replied. "We didn't even see each other long enough or seriously enough for me to have the continuation conversation."
"Hmm, you said that seeing you with him would mess with Hermione Granger," Astoria said. "Why?"
"I'm pretty sure she's in love with him," Daphne replied, "though I think they've been friends for so long that nothing short of her stripping down and bending over would get him to see it, and even then she might actually have to provide clear instructions too."
"You wouldn't be interested in him at all if he was generally that dense," Astoria pointed out.
"He isn't, but they've known each other since they were eleven," Daphne said. "It can be pretty easy to get used to seeing someone a certain way after so much time."
"She might also just not be his type," Astoria suggested.
"She's beautiful, powerful, and intelligent," Daphne argued. "That sounds like this type to me, and that's not even counting their long history together. Given how well they get along otherwise, I'm pretty sure that if she expressed interest, he'd be all over her."
"Particularly if she had back up," Astoria grinned, and Daphne balked.
"I hardly think that she'd be willing to go along with that," the blonde scoffed. "We've worked together in the past, but that hardly means we'd be able to share a husband."
"I would expect her of all people to be a little sympathetic to your situation," Astoria argued. "Given her obvious ambitions, I can't imagine that she'd be willing to put herself in a position where she might end up needing to have a ton of kids."
"I think the issue would be sharing with me, specifically," Daphne drawled.
"Could she share with Bones?" Astoria asked, and Daphne paled at the thought. "I'm just saying that if this possibility could occur to us, it could occur to her as well."
That was entirely possible. In truth, Susan's situation was worse than Daphne's, as she truly was the last of her line. If the redhead wasn't so singularly focused on her career and the past, she'd have settled down and had kids years ago to make sure that the Bones name didn't die with her.
"Truth be told, Granger and Bones have at least as many points that they disagree on as Granger has with me," Daphne mused as a truly mad idea occurred to her.
"I know that look," Astoria grinned. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm pondering one of the strongest structures in nature," Daphne replied.
"Huh?" Astoria asked, confused as her older sister looked calculating.
"Merlin's balls, you're good at that," Harry groaned as Hermione dug her fingers into his scalp, sending shivers down his spine.
She had, with very little difficulty, talked him into letting her give him a scalp massage. He was lying on his back across his sofa, and she had positioned one of his chairs to face the side of it so she could sit down and do her best to put him in a coma.
"I might not have mastered the spells you used on me in my office that night just yet," Hermione said softly as she eased up and grazed his scalp with her nails, "but I've always been fascinated by massage. It can be used to help with injuries, sure, but it's also such a powerful tool for connecting with another person."
"I definitely feel connected right now," Harry sighed, making her giggle.
"Here, I think you'll like this," Hermione said, reluctantly moving on from his long, thick, dark hair to his forehead. As she started gently rubbing his eyebrows, she said, "When people think of head massages, they tend to picture the scalp alone, but rubbing the eyebrows and gently pressing in on specific points along the brow ridge can help with headaches or eye strain. How does that feel?"
"Lovely," Harry sighed. Opening his eyes, he looked up at her and asked, "How do you not have a boyfriend?"
Hermione laughed at that and replied, saying, "My focus has long been on work, and I've never really had much luck in that department."
"Just haven't met the right guy?" Harry asked.
"I just don't think it's ever been the right time," Hermione replied.
"So there is a guy you have your eye on?" Harry asked.
"For some time," Hermione replied, "but I just don't know if he feels the same way."
"Well, as you said earlier, we aren't seventeen anymore," Harry said. "How long have you been waiting to find out if this guy is into you?"
"For some time," Hermione repeated.
"Do I know him?" Harry asked.
"You haven't met," Hermione replied truthfully and managing to stop herself from smiling. "I guess it's just that, you know, guys make the moves, not girls."
"I wouldn't expect you of all people to adhere so closely to gender roles," Harry laughed lightly.
"Well, it's not like he's ever expressed any interest," Hermione huffed. "How would you suggest I make a move on a guy?"
"I can't say that I have much experience with that," Harry quipped. When Hermione glared down at him, he sat up and added, "Men aren't women, and most of what I know would likely be useless here. More than anything, I guess I'd say that we aren't as likely to pick up on subtle hints in this regard, and being direct might be your best bet."
"Direct huh?" Hermione asked, her voice breathy as she stared into his eyes.
Her heart was hammering in her chest so fast that she swore she could hear the damn thing, but in that moment, she felt too brave to give in to her fear. As the two of them continued staring at each other, she leaned in and saw Harry's eyes widen in recognition for just a moment before she took the plunge and pressed her lips to his. It was a chaste kiss, the sort she could have seen herself give him back in school but it still thrilled her like few things ever had.
"Oh," Harry said as she pulled back.
"Is that a good oh?" Hermione asked.
"It's a surprised oh," Harry replied neutrally. "I didn't think you saw me that way at all."
"I always thought you were cute," Hermione replied, "but you never looked my way, and I was so taken with Ron back then that I just kind of boxed away those feelings. Then you came back into my life, having matured into this confident, sweet, gorgeous man, and…"
"I'm not the only one who looks different than they did back then," Harry rumbled, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked at her. His expression dimmed for a moment, and he said, "Our friendship is very important to me, Hermione. The idea of risking that…"
"Keep in mind that I'm still close friends with Ron," Hermione said. "I know there's no guarantee that we'd actually work as a couple, but I want to find out if you're willing to try."
Harry kissed her again and deepened it almost immediately. The moment she felt his tongue brush against hers, she moaned and let him explore her mouth freely. She had every intention of taking things slowly, as she had with the guys she'd dated previously, but as his hands slid down her back and he cupped her arse, all sensible thoughts escaped her. She climbed into his lap and was immediately grateful that she was wearing a skirt because it let her grind her rapidly overheating core on him through his pants.
"Wow," Hermione panted as they broke the kiss for air, overjoyed by the look of desire and affection in his eyes.
"Wait, wait," Harry said. "I only just started to think about having a real relationship, Mione. I can't say that I'm actually ready for one just yet"
"I'm not going to rush you into something you're not ready for," Hermione promised. She snorted then, and when he furrowed his brow in confusion, she said, "I just thought of something funny is all. You're a relationship virgin."
"I…" Harry trailed off, looking momentarily indignant, before laughing.
"Worry not, I'll be gentle," Hermione joked.
"Do you want me to be gentle?" Harry asked heatedly, and Hermione felt her core clench at the look in his gorgeous green eyes.
"Maybe to start," Hermione purred before kissing him again.
Harry picked her up with such startling ease, and she moaned at the display of strength as he carried her to his bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but when she felt movement in her blouse, she moved one of them to inspect it, and her eyes went wide as she felt her buttons undoing themselves. Harry grinned, looking at her with mischief in his eyes, and she knew that her panties were going to be bloody see-through by the time they reached the bed. If he had been like this back at Hogwarts, she would have let him shag her in every room in the castle.
His bedroom door opened, seemingly of its own accord, and he quickly deposited her on his large bed, saying, "Fuck, you're beautiful."
"Harry," Hermione whimpered as he dealt with her last button manually.
As the button came undone, her blouse disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on his dresser, quickly joined by her simple white bra. Harry cupped her breasts, which were smaller than Daphne's or Susan's yet looked large on her small frame. The perky mounds sat high on her chest, capped by large, dark pink nipples that quickly hardened under his touch. She sighed in pleasure and moaned as he leaned in to capture one of her pebbled peaks between his lips.
"Absolutely beautiful," Harry repeated, smiling up at her with such tenderness in his eyes that it made her melt.
"I need you," Hermione whispered, and he grinned before moving up to kiss her passionately again.
"You have me," Harry said, and though she knew it wasn't fully true, she was more than willing in the moment to take what she could get.
He kissed his way down along her neck, back to her chest. He kneaded her sensitive mounds again and wrapped his lips around her other nipple, sucking on the nub and flicking his tongue over it. When his teeth grazed it gently, Hermione cried out in pleasure, her hands sinking into his dark locks to hold him in place. It felt so good that it left her squirming, and she wondered if he was using any magic to enhance the sensations. Either way, it felt bloody incredible, and she was content to just lay there and bask in the pleasure that him feasting on her tits gave her, but eventually he moved on, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her flat stomach that sent shivers down her spine.
"Fuck, you smell good," Harry groaned as he pressed his face into her skirt, and she felt slightly mortified by the thought that she was so wet that he could smell her through her clothes.
Her skirt vanished, and Harry's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.
"What?" Hermione asked, confused by the look.
"You're so wet," Harry groaned, ghosting a finger over her panties and making her moan.
"Can you blame me?" Hermione asked, squirming as he continued to touch her. "I haven't had sex in ages, and you're Adonis himself."
"How long?" Harry asked as he pulled her panties down by hand, peeling them off of her drenched folds.
"M...months," Hermione stammered.
"You poor thing," Harry crooned, "you must need it badly."
"I do," Hermione whimpered. "So much."
"Well, don't worry," Harry grinned. "By the time I carry you home tomorrow, you'll be more satisfied than you've been in your life."
"And why would you be carrying me?" Hermione asked, figuring that she knew what he was about to say but wanting to hear it anyway.
"Because you won't be able to walk straight after I'm done with you," Harry replied, his lust-darkened eyes boring into hers.
Hermione felt her pulse spike and spread her legs automatically, feeling hotter than she ever had in her life. Harry flung her ruined panties over to where the rest of her clothes were lying and placed his hands on her thighs as he moved in to get a closer look at her pussy. Her fleshy nether lips were so wet that she was almost embarrassed by it, and as she had been religiously removing her pubic hair, save for a neatly trimmed triangle above her sex for years, he had a clear few of them. The smell was intoxicating, and though he'd have liked to tease her a little first, he found himself moving in closer and giving her entire pussy a long lick.
"Oh fuck!" Hermione cried, grabbing his head as he started lapping at her folds like a man dying of thirst.
"Language, Hermione," Harry teased, laughing out loud as she glared at him.
He apologized by swirling his tongue around her clit, making her squeak, and she threw her head back into the pillows.
"So...bloody...good," Hermione babbled as she soared towards her peak faster than she ever had in her life.
"If you think that's good…" Harry trailed off, pushing two fingers inside her.
He quickly found her g-spot, smirking at the way her eyes widened in shock at the spike of pleasure. He curled his fingers inward, brushing against that sensitive spot again and again as he swiped the tip of his tongue over her engorged clit repeatedly. Hermione's moans grew louder and more desperate, and her hands went from his head to the sheets on either side of her. She dug her fingers in, gripping them so hard that her knuckles turned white and her thighs tightened around his head. She's been eaten out before, but never this well, and just as she thought that it couldn't get any better, she heard a sudden hiss and screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit her suddenly and with greater intensity than she could have imagined.
"HARRY!" she shrieked, her back arching off the bed as pleasure thundered through her entire body and her vision went white.
Wave after wave of it crashed over her like a tsunami, drowning her in a sea of ecstasy. She clawed at the bedding next to her as though she might float away if she let go, and as her orgasm continued on, she began to wonder if she might. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, she had no idea how long it had been since she lost herself to it, and as it finally ended, she curled into a ball and wept.
"Shh, hey, it's okay," a really deep voice told her, and she smiled despite her continued crying as she felt a strong arm wrap around her and pull her in until her back was pressed against a deliciously muscular bare chest.
Harry held Hermione's sweat-slicked body to him and ran his fingers through her hair gently as he waited for her to calm down. He had had this happen before with other women, where the pleasure was so intense that it made them cry. It had freaked him out the first time, but he knew now that it was natural and normal and would pass in time. Soon enough, it did, and when he felt Hermione stir, he backed away and let her roll onto her back.
"Holy shit," she breathed, and he laughed lightly. "I can see why so many thought that parseltongue was a dark art. That tongue of yours is a deadly weapon."
"I don't think you can actually cum so hard you die," Harry snickered.
"If I could, I think I just would have," Hermione sighed, stretching her arms over her head and giving him a lovely view of her entire nude form. She seemed to only notice just then that he had undressed, and her eyes went wide as saucers, focusing in on his rock-hard cock.
"It doesn't bite, I swear," Harry chuckled.
"I'm more concerned about it petrifying me," Hermione muttered, making him laugh out loud. Wrapping a hand around his length, she said, "Holy shit, my fingers don't even touch."
"That's why I got so good at eating pussy," Harry groaned, "both with and without using parseltongue, since I can't exactly explain a vibrating tongue to muggles."
"Yes, I wouldn't even think about trying to take this thing if I wasn't so wet," Hermione said.
"It'll fit, I swear, and I'll go as slow as you need me to," Harry promised.
"I think I'm as ready as I can be," Hermione sighed, leaning back and smiling up at him. "Fuck me, Harry."
Harry would be lying if he said that he hadn't fantasized about hearing those words come from her lips a time or two as he jerked off, especially back in school, but the fantasies had never come close to how hot it actually was to hear her say them. Moving into position, he lined himself up with her dripping, wet pussy and pushed forward, groaning as he felt his bulbous head pop inside her.
"Oh, fuck!" Hermione cried; her eyes widened as she felt just how much he was stretching her inner walls. "You're so big!"
"Merlin, you're tight," Harry groaned, pushing another couple inches of his cock inside her.
"Has anyone ever...oh...not been?" Hermione gasped, grabbing at the sheets as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of the stretch.
"I try not to talk about other women while I'm in bed with one," Harry chuckled. Brushing her hair out of her face, he peered down into her chocolate brown eyes and said, "You feel amazing."
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in to kiss him deeply. While the two of them kissed, he fucked her with slow, short thrusts, burying a little more of his cock inside her vice-like pussy each time. She whimpered and moaned into his mouth as he went and wrapped her legs around him when he had most of his length inside her. Eventually his balls came to rest on her surprisingly round, lovely arse, and he groaned at the feeling of being fully sheaved inside her wet heat.
"Feels like...you're splitting me in half," Hermione whimpered.
"Let me know when I can move," Harry said softly, and she nodded in response.
Leaning his head down, he captured one of her pebbled nipples with his lips, sucking on the sensitive nub and grinning as she moaned softly. He kneaded her breasts and teased her nipples with his tongue and lips, knowing that the pleasure would distract her from the lingering burning that being stretched to her limit would have caused her.
After a couple minutes, he felt her relax around him, and she whispered, "Move."
Harry pulled most of his cock from her clinging depths and thrust back in hard, earning a gasp of pleasure from Hermione.
"Swear you're in my...bloody stomach," she moaned.
"I would have expected you of all people to know more about anatomy than that," Harry quipped.
"Shut up!" Hermione laughed, and he joined in before kissing her again.
With her arms and legs wrapped around him and him cradling her head in his hands, he fucked her at a gentler pace than he was used to. Her little whimpers and breathy moans made him throb with need, but he maintained his slow pace, happy to enjoy the leisurely fuck for as long as she wanted.
"Faster," she moaned after a few minutes, and he picked up his pace. "Ah, fuck yes!"
Something about hearing her of all people swear like that turned him on like nothing else. As he started fucking her harder and faster, he pulled back to see the look of lust and desire on her face. Grabbing her hands, he pinned them above her head and smirked at how her eyes widened.
"Why didn't we do this years ago?" he asked.
"No id...ahh...idea!" Hermione cried as the head of his cock bumped against something deep inside her that felt incredible. "Oh fuck, right there!"
He had felt himself slip inside that little opening near her cervix and grinned at the look of shock on her beautiful face. Changing the angle of his thrusts slightly, he started hitting that spot again and again, and soon enough, her gentle moans and cries turned to screams.
"Fuck, that feels amazing; don't stop!" Hermione screamed.
"Stopping is the last bloody thing I want to do," Harry growled as he pounded her into the bed. "We should have done this back in that wretched tent."
"Oh God!" Hermione cried, closing her eyes tightly as she imagined what that would have been like.
"I should have fucked you on or against every surface in it," Harry continued, just as lost in the fantasy as she was.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hermione shrieked. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna...HARRY!"
"Shit!" Harry grunted as he felt her already vise-tight cunt spasm around his length.
His stamina was usually better than that, but as he felt Hermione of all women cum around him and found himself wondering what it might have been like if they'd spent the past seven years doing just this, he felt himself race towards orgasm at a speed he hadn't in ages and spilled deep inside her without warning.
"Fuck!" he groaned in her ear as he painted her inner walls white with his cum.
The two of them clung to each other for about a minute as they came down from their highs, but when he felt his softening cock slip from her pussy, he rolled onto his back, still trying to catch his breath.
"Wow," Hermione panted, staring at the ceiling in awe.
"Took the word right out of my mouth," Harry sighed, turning to grin at her.
"We have got to do that again sometime," Hermione laughed a couple minutes later, turning to face him.
"How's about sixty seconds from now sound?" Harry asked, and he snorted at her look of shock as she stared down at his already rehardening length.
"Sounds bloody marvelous," Hermione replied, climbing on top of him and grinding her leaking pussy on his cock.
As Harry pulled her down to kiss her, he thought to himself that perhaps an actual relationship was what he needed.
Susan sat alone at a table in the corner of the Hog's Head, scowling down at a glass of firewhiskey. This was hardly a rare occurrence for her, as she often came to this particular pub to drink in silence, but the reason for it this time was unique. She hadn't been lying to Harry when she told him that few men truly interested her anymore, and that meant that she hadn't had the opportunity to feel like she had pushed one away in a while.
"What a fuck up," she thought, kicking herself for her own stupidity.
She had been alone for a very long time and had gotten lonelier as the years passed. Her friends had drifted further and further away over the years, even Hannah, eventually, and while she told herself that it was just because she worked all the time and rarely had time for anyone, the truth was that it was her. Her aunt's murder had left a gaping hole in her chest that only festered with time. She'd been so angry for so long that she had started to forget what it felt like to be anything else, but spending time with Harry had made her feel different.
"That's probably over," she thought to herself, feeling a lump form in her throat at the idea. They hadn't been seeing each other for very long, but she'd felt more of a connection there than she had with anyone in years, and the thought of it ending so soon hurt. "All thanks to that Greengrass bitch."
As if summoned by her very thought, said bitch entered the pub at that moment and, after taking a moment to look for her, made a beeline for her table.
"What the hell do you want?" Susan asked tersely the second she was within earshot.
"I'm just here to talk," Daphne replied, slipping her wand into her hand and setting it down on the table at the Hog's Head she'd found the ornery redhead at.
"What could we have to talk about?" Susan asked.
"The one thing we see eye to eye on," Daphne replied.
"You have a minute," Susan said, setting her own wand on the table and kicking the chair in front of her towards Daphne.
"First off, I really didn't have anything to do with Nott's stupidity," Daphne said, sitting down. "I had nothing to gain from that attack."
"Right, because if I laid waste to those shit-stains, you wouldn't have possibly used it as an excuse to try and force me out of my position," Susan snarked.
"I really wouldn't have," Daphne replied. "I like having you where you are."
"I beg your pardon?" Susan asked in disbelief.
"You're bitter, angry, and, to borrow a muggle phrase, a loose canon, but you keep order," Daphne replied. "My entire opposition to your candidacy was because I feared that your campaign would tap into the lingering resentments in our society and rile up some of the less sensible people among us, even if you didn't mean to."
"Because why would anyone remain resentful?" Susan asked sarcastically.
"After any civil war, the two sides need to learn to coexist again if they don't want their entire country burned to the ground, Bones," Daphne sighed. "The guilty parties in this case either died, fled, or were put in prison, and the one who fled you already dealt with. It's over."
"You can sell this bullshit to other people, maybe, and I'm sure it's what you told Harry, but we both know that you leaked that shite to the press because you feared that Hermione and I might team up," Susan hissed.
"Yes, because I thought that your rabble-rousing and her popularity would create a dangerous campaign, win or lose," Daphne said, "but again, that was all that I wanted to prevent. I didn't want you removed from your current post, and I certainly didn't want you killed."
"Theodore Nott couldn't kill me with the elder wand," Susan snorted.
"Lucky blows are a thing, my ginger foe," Daphne drawled. "Mad-Eye Moody was a legend, and we both recall what he looked like by the end."
"Well, I'll grant you that," Susan muttered. "You certainly got one in earlier. For a pampered princess, you've got a surprisingly strong right hook."
"Well, my father wanted a son," Daphne chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, he loved me, but my education was clearly what he would have given my brother had I had one."
"I don't know what my father wanted," Susan scowled, taking another sip of her firewhiskey.
"I'm sorry, Bones," Daphne said sincerely.
"This is why I hate having to work with people like you," Susan said. "You speak of keeping order and avoiding chaos, but you and yours lost nothing in the fucking war. You just kept your heads down and prepared to work with whichever side won."
"I'm just going to cast a muffling charm, keeping in mind that we are in bloody public," Daphne said quietly, reaching for her wand.
Susan's hand shifted almost imperceptibly towards her own wand, but she made no further move as Daphne grabbed hers.
"Muffliato," she cast before setting her wand back on the table. "My father deemed neutrality to be prudent, knowing that he was no great fighter. That said, he did as little business with the Death Eaters as needed to avoid drawing their ire while selling potions ingredients to places like Saint Mungo's and other organizations opposed to the dark lord at severely reduced rates."
"Well, aren't you just saints?" Susan scoffed.
"Getting ourselves killed might have made you feel better, Bones, but it wouldn't have done anything useful," Daphne sneered.
Susan at least had the decency to look sheepish at that. She quickly recovered and said, "You still haven't said why you're here, and you've already far exceeded the minute I gave you. Get to the point or bugger off."
"How serious were things between you and Harry?" Daphne asked, making her glare at her.
"Serious enough for me to make a fool of myself," Susan muttered. "We were just sleeping together. It was the same with you, I suppose?"
"Yeah, he had made it crystal clear that he wasn't up for much more than that," Daphne replied, "though I think that was more reflex than anything else. I started to get the sense that he was actually thinking of sticking around long-term."
"And then we both fucked things up with up," Susan grumbled.
"Perhaps," Daphne murmured.
"No, I know his type," Susan muttered. "He's been too independent for too long not to bolt after our little display earlier. We both managed to remind him why he's avoided relationships for so long, so perfectly that if you hadn't also fucked things up, I'd have thought you managed to manipulate me into it."
"Alas, I didn't plan this," Daphne sighed. "I still think that we might be able to salvage things, though."
"What do you mean, we?" Susan asked. "Did you seriously come down here just to challenge me to compete for him? Because frankly, no matter how great he is, I'm not subjecting myself to that."
"No, what drove him off was seeing us fighting over him and trying to manipulate him into picking one of us over the other," Daphne replied. "I think the solution would be to show him that we can work together."
"Work to...what the fuck are you talking about?" Susan asked in bewilderment.
"You're the last of the Bones line, and I'm the lady of the Greengrass line," Daphne replied. "Neither of us would be able to pass on our names and wizengamot seats without either a line continuation match or attempting to pop out a son for both our line and that of our future husband. We've both found a man more than up to the task who meets our very strict standards."
"You...want us...to share a man?" Susan asked slowly, as though trying to make sense of each word. "How am I the only one drinking here?"
"I'll admit it's rather unorthodox," Daphne murmured.
"Unortho...we'd kill each other!" Susan exclaimed.
"We haven't yet," Daphne said.
"So in this insane little scheme of yours, which of us would be tasked with popping out the next Potter?" Susan asked.
"Neither," Daphne replied. "I'd get Granger to do that."
"You're insane," Susan said.
"Hermione Granger desperately wants her best friend, and said best friend has been hopping about the earth for so long that he has trouble standing still," Daphne explained. "All three of us together would be more than enough to tempt him into sticking around. From there, we could see where things took us. The two things we all have in common are that we all have very high standards where men are concerned and the fact that Harry meets them."
"Even if I agreed to this, what makes you think that she would?" Susan asked.
"For the same reason that you didn't immediately demand that I leave a second ago," Daphne replied. "Harry wouldn't turn this down; no man would, and we could all get what we want. Beyond that, though, I'd be willing to drop out and endorse her instead of Ogden."
"You're so Slytherin it hurts," Susan groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Wouldn't all of your allies turn on you over that?"
"Only if I can't convince them that I'd be holding her reins," Daphne replied, "say, because I've managed to ensnare her best friend and used that and her own desires to entrap her too. It would be bullshit, but they'd buy it."
Susan just rolled her eyes.
"The three of us have enough similarities in our positions that I think we could come to an agreement." Daphne continued. "As things stand now, Ogden would beat her handily whether or not I endorsed him. For as popular as she is, most think she's too young. I could reign in her more reactionary tendencies, she could deliver a moderately progressive agenda focused mostly on stability and prosperity without stepping on any important toes, and you could end up in your aunt's old position on the condition that the aurors adopt and enforce a stricter set of rules on the use of force."
"You really think the three of us could work together?" Susan asked.
"Both professionally and perhaps personally," Daphne replied. "I've been your opponent many times before, Susan, but I was never your enemy. I know what I want and how far I'm willing to go to get it. Can you say the same?"
Susan finished off her firewhiskey and glared down at the empty glass. She knew that the nascent connection she'd formed with Harry had come to mean a lot to her, and there was a lot that she'd be willing to do to fix things with him, but that wasn't the most tempting part of Daphne's offer. The most tempting part was Daphne herself.
"The opportunity to get close to Greengrass might be invaluable," she thought to herself, her auror's mind already racing with possibilities. "If I play along, I could get a chance to take a deeper look at her various dealings. I don't doubt that she's up to her pretty little head in something illegal, given her connections..."
"Do you know if he and Hermione have...been together yet?" Susan asked after a moment.
"I can't say, but if they haven't been, I'd say it'll be just a matter of time," Daphne replied. "If they haven't yet, that might actually be better, because it might be easier to tempt Hermione."
"And you're sure she's into him?" Susan asked.
"Trust me," Daphne replied.
"Therein lies the problem," Susan muttered.
"Screwing you over would piss off Harry, something you can trust that I don't want to do," Daphne pointed out. "Look, just think it over, and if you think we might be able to work something out, come by my manor. Even if we all decide to give this a shot, there will still be a lot of details to iron out."
"I can't believe that I'm even considering it," Susan laughed, shaking her head.
"You know where to find me," Daphne smiled before leaving, hoping more than anything that her mad idea might work.
As she left the pub and walked out into the streets of Hogsmeade, she grinned and thought, "If I can pull this off, it might not only allow me to smooth things over with Harry, it might let me slowly coax two of the most prominent women in my generation into my way of thinking."
After all, who didn't allow their significant others to influence their opinions here and there, provided that influence was subtle?
Her grin widened at the thought, and she apparated home.