"Mmm," Daphne sighed as she felt warm, soft lips press against her inner thigh.
A smile bloomed on her face, and her eyes fluttered open to see the pitch black of her room. It was still winter, and the sun rose quite late in the morning, but though it was absolutely frigid out in Scotland just then, she felt anything but cold.
"Good morning," Rose murmured, planting a kiss closer towards her pussy.
She nuzzled her nose against Daphne's soft curls, and the blonde gasped, stretching her arms above her head as the last vestiges of sleep left her.
"With you? Always," Daphne whispered, smiling widely at her girlfriend of several months.
Rose just giggled and dug her fingers into the blonde's plush thighs, spreading them wider and giving her even easier access to her rapidly moistening nether lips. Lowering her face down, she gave her one long lick from arse to clit, and Daphne cried out in bliss.
"Earth to Daphne," Astoria sang, and she jolted out of her reverie with a start, making her sister giggle.
"Damn it, Stori," Daphne grumbled, stirring her after-dinner tea and scowling down at the cup as she sat next to her in the almost deserted Slytherin table.
Their parents were busy over the holidays, so the Greengrass sisters elected to stay in the castle, something that normally would have been fine with her, but Rose had gone home and left her alone. She understood; she really did, but having a nymphomaniac for a girlfriend had gotten her very used to frequent sex, and the sudden lack of it was giving her withdrawals. She knew Rose was probably doing alright, as she had happily given her their dildo to play with over the break, and she would have laughed at the thought of her being the horny one for once if it weren't so annoying.
"You were thinking about her, weren't you?" Astoria whispered, her blue eyes alight with mirth.
"Shut up," Daphne grumbled, and her sister laughed.
"It's nice seeing you like this," Astoria sighed.
"Frustrated?" Daphne asked archly.
"Happy," Astoria replied. "You've always been so hyper-serious all the time; it was like having an old woman for a sister. It's been nice seeing you so...relaxed. You actually smile now."
"I wasn't that bad," Daphne scoffed, rolling her eyes, though deep down, she knew the younger girl was right.
"Whatever you...is that Archimedes?" Astoria asked, nudging her head towards the open window that a group of owls was flying through, delivering what little morning mail was set to be received by the handful of people left there.
"Yes...it is," Daphne muttered warily.
Their family owl's presence could mean a number of things, few, if any of them, good. It was highly unlikely that Cyrus and Elizabeth Greengrass would send their daughters more than the perfunctory Yule cards that they already had. Archimedes landed in front of her, and Daphne swiftly took the letter from him, seeing her name scrawled across the envelope in her father's typical, precise hand.
Daphne
Your mother and I had a most enlightening conversation with Thaddeus Nott just yesterday, and I think his son, Theodore, would make a most appropriate husband for you. It is high time that you were formally betrothed, and if it were up to me, I would have already begun drawing up the paperwork, but your mother insisted that I write to you first. If you have someone else appropriate in mind, inform me at once; elsewise I will begin negotiating with Lord Nott come the new year.
Your father
Daphne felt her blood go cold in her veins, and it must have drained from her face as well because she vaguely heard Astoria express her concern a moment later.
"Nott?" she thought to herself in a rage. "Why not Malfoy if we're reaching that low? I thought I had more time, that I wouldn't have to worry about this for at least another year. I was going to come up with a plan; come up with something...Merlin, what am I going to do?"
"Daphne, what in the…" Astoria went to ask, only for her eyes to go wide as she looked down at the letter. "Oh, no."
That was putting it mildly, and as Daphne sat there in stunned silence, feeling like her world was crashing down around her, she knew that there was only one person that she could speak to about this.
"Mmm, Madam Potter, zis is magnifique," Fleur sighed as she dug into her dinner.
"Please, Fleur, call me Lily," Lily smiled. "I haven't done a proper Beef Wellington in ages, and while we normally do goose for Christmas, I was more than happy to…"
"Rose?!" a distraught-sounding voice called through the floo.
"Daphne?" Rose asked, on her feet in an instant.
"Rose, I...I'm so sorry, but I didn't know where else to…" Daphne babbled, sounding nearly in tears.
"Daphne, come through," Rose said warmly. "Whatever it is, I'm here for you."
"You can't just come through the Hogwarts floo ports, Rose," James pointed out. "They're charmed to allow just conver…"
He trailed off as the beautiful blonde stumbled out of their fireplace and into her girlfriend's waiting arms a moment later. What little composure Daphne had left evaporated the moment Rose pulled her into a hug, and she clung to her desperately, shaking as she tried not to weep. She had been taught since she was a girl that Greengrasses didn't cry and that showing weakness in any event was unacceptable, and she generally held to that, but having the first taste of hope she'd ever had ripped away from her so soon felt like she'd been knifed in the heart, and she had no idea what in the world she was going to do.
"There's a room in Hogwarts that can turn into virtually anything," Harry explained, figuring out how the Greengrass heiress could have come to them as she had. "That includes a fully functional floo port, and I desperately hope that you left someone in the room for you, Greengrass."
"Stori," Daphne muttered, wiping her eyes and looking embarrassed as she realized that she'd interrupted their Christmas dinner. "I'm so sorry about this. I'll just go…"
"You'll do nothing of the sort, young lady," Lily said sternly before softening as Rose spotted a letter that had clearly fallen out of Daphne's pocket. "You're clearly upset and need to talk. I'm sure Rose can spare you all the time you need."
"Is it about this?" Rose asked, picking up the letter and looking down at it. She went still as she read it, and her eyes widened in horror as she looked back up at Daphne and saw her nod miserably. "Oh my god."
"What is it?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow.
"Nott? Really?!" Rose growled.
"Oh no," James sighed, catching on. "Your father has betrothed you?"
"He has made it very clear what my fate is to be," Daphne replied stiffly, looking furious.
"Wait!" Rose exclaimed, a glimmer of hope in her voice. "Your mother convinced him to give you an out?"
"She gave me a week," Daphne replied, glowering at the page in her girlfriend's hand. "I have a week to find an acceptable alternative, or Theo Nott will be my husband. I'm so sorry, Rose. I shouldn't have bothered you this night. I should have just waited and apologized for wasting your time."
"Daph…" Rose croaked, her eyes growing misty. "We'll find a way."
"A way to what?" Daphne spat. "My only real out is to foist this on Astoria, and you know I can't do that. She's so frail, so fragile. I can't do this to her, even if it means giving up the only good thing I've ever known. Again, I'm so sorry."
"No!" Rose exclaimed angrily, tears falling down her cheeks. "No, I…"
"'Arry," Fleur murmured, giving him a knowing look to which he nodded.
"I'd say the solution is obvious," Harry drawled, drawing every eye in the room to him.
"Oh, do go on," Daphne scoffed.
"Daphne Lilian Greengrass…" Harry began, standing up.
"That's not my middle name," Daphne interrupted.
"Will you marry me?" Harry asked, sinking to one knee, amusement clear in his eyes.
"What?" Daphne asked, stunned.
"What?!" Rose exclaimed.
"Stand up!" Lily hissed, looking annoyed. "This is hardly a time for jokes."
"Even I have to agree there," James added.
"I'm not joking," Harry chuckled, standing up. "Cyrus Greengrass is looking for a continuation contract, certainly. Let her be my second wife. We can spend exactly as much time together as we need to give the prick his grandheir and spare and then live separate, purely platonic lives while she lives discreetly with their aunt Rose."
"I...you're serious?" Daphne spluttered, and Rose and Lily winced, knowing what was coming.
"No, he's in Monaco just now," Harry chuckled, earning a light slap upside the head from her mother.
"'Arry and I already spoke about zis," Fleur piped up, earning surprised looks from Rose and Daphne in particular. "Like zem, we zought zat we wouldn't need to broach ze subject for some time, or else we would 'ave already."
"I can't believe this blatant barbarism is still so commonplace," Lily hissed. "Fleur, you would really be alright with him taking a second wife?"
"But of course, Lily," Fleur replied with a grin, wrapping her arms around Harry's shoulders from behind.
Daphne's eyes focused in on Fleur's left hand and widened immediately. Looking at Rose, she didn't even need to say a word before the raven-haired beauty murmured, "Came as a surprise to me too."
"Daphne, you've been coming around here every summer since you were eleven," James said warmly. "You've been Rosie's best friend since you two met, and since you two became involved, she's been happier than I've seen her. Anything we do to help you, we will."
"I…" Daphne trailed off, swallowing thickly and blinking rapidly to try and rid herself of the tears forming in them again. "Thank you."
"Will that piece of work actually accept Harry, though?" Lily asked. "I mean, not to put too fine a point on it, but…"
"My father respects power above all else," Daphne replied before she could finish. "He'd prefer a pureblood, of course, but given Po...Harry's history and wealth, I can't see him reject this outright."
"Dealing with that basilisk continues to pay dividends," Harry chuckled, earning a glare from his mother.
"Ron Weasley still can't bring himself to eat chicken," Lily muttered. "I have to hear about it from his mother often enough."
"He spent a few short minutes as a rooster," Harry scoffed. "It's not like his and Neville's plan would have worked out anyway. They seriously thought that blithering idiot Lockhart would help us deal with a bloody basilisk."
"Attempting human-to-animal transfiguration at the age of twelve was reckless in the extreme," Lily insisted.
"And pulling it off successfully saved the Weasley girl's life," James murmured, trying to cut off the familiar, recurring argument before it could really get going. Given that it was he who showed his son how to do that in the first place, it wasn't one he liked having brought up in general.
"I gave Ron a share of the profits," Harry said. "Back to the point at hand, though, my reputation as a basilisk slayer and the wealth that hunt earned me should be more than enough to convince her prick of a father to agree to the betrothal."
"Is that something you two want us to pursue?" Lily asked, looking at Rose and Daphne, who turned to each other.
Blue eyes met green, and the two of them expressed more in that look than they could have in words. Their relationship was still relatively new, and there was no guarantee that it would work out, but they were both happier than they'd ever been and didn't want that to end. Though their relationship was only a few months old at that point, the foundation it was built on was a friendship that had spanned years and was strong. No matter what came, they were both confident that they'd be alright.
"I suppose Harry would make an adequate husband," Daphne said dryly, making him snort.
"He has a way of growing on you," Rose murmured, almost managing to keep the small smile off of her face. "A bit like fungus that way."
"This is what I get for trying to help you," Harry sighed dramatically, earning laughter from all of them.
"Would you like to join us, Daphne?" James asked.
"Thank you, but no," Daphne replied. "I already ate, and Astoria's still waiting for me in that room."
"It can seriously become anything you want?" James asked, turning to Harry, who nodded. "Wish I'd found that back in the day."
"It and the chamber are probably the only places in the castle not on your map," Harry commented.
Daphne felt a sense of relief as she saw the Potters and Fleur return to their dinner. From the moment she got her father's letter, it seemed like her world had been pulled out from under her, and she never imagined that there might be a simple solution to the problem. It wouldn't be without cost, and she desperately tried not to think about what marrying her girlfriend's brother was going to entail. That way lay confusion, and it wouldn't be a couple more years anyway, even if her father agreed. There was a glimmer of hope, though, and that she was happy to cling to for the time being.
"He seriously bought her the Shrieking Shack?" Daphne asked as her, and Rose trudged through the snow a month later, making their way through Hogsmeade.
"Motivated at least in part by his desire to joke about the word 'shrieking' I'm sure," Rose replied, shaking her head and smiling. "In truth, it's because of the passage, and we'd be using it now, but I really didn't feel like dealing with that bloody tree."
"I don't mind marching through snow," Daphne murmured, taking her hand. "At least, not with the right company...and warming charms."
"I'm going to guess those two are of equal importance," Rose chuckled, smiling at her.
"Not quite," Daphne sighed, feeling her heart swell at the sight of her girlfriend's smiling face.
They reached the long-abandoned shack quickly enough, and even just a glance at the exterior could have told them that something had changed. It had never looked terribly run down, but it had looked weathered and unkempt. A few minor repairs and a coat of paint had been enough to make it look lived in again. Rose was looking forward to seeing what else her brother's fiancee had done with the place, and she wasn't disappointed in the slightest from what she could see through the windows.
"Rose, Daphne," Fleur smiled as she opened the door. "Please, come in."
"Wow, Fleur, this place looks amazing," Rose gasped as she looked around.
She'd been inside the shack once, wanting to look around after the stories she'd heard from her father, Sirius, and Remus, and thought so little of it that she never returned. She knew that Harry had shagged at least one of his more adventurous lovers in it before, but other than that, he left it alone until that year. The house she entered that day had almost nothing in common with the abandoned shack she'd been in before.
"I can see why it took you so many months to move in," Daphne murmured as she looked around. "From what Rose said, this place was…"
"A dump?" Fleur replied. "Oui. I was not exactly impressed when 'Arry first showed it to me until 'e made it clear zat 'e meant it both to be a 'ome for me while I pursue my enchanting mastery and a project. Remaking a 'ouse from scratch into my own vision was immensely rewarding."
Rose figured it was, and she could see the Veela's hand in every aspect of it. The blue and white color scheme of the walls was soft and inviting, similar to what Harry had described the inside of the Beauxbatons carriage looking like, and it was richly furnished. The tables and cabinets she could see looked expensive and well made, and the rugs looked ornate and beautiful. Fleur led them to a leather couch that ended up being exactly as comfortable as it looked.
"Is Harry running late?" she asked.
"Oui," Fleur replied, picking up her glass of what Rose assumed was white wine. "'E'll be coming zrough ze hidden passageway in a bit. Would you like something to drink?"
"Butterbeer if you have it," Rose replied.
"Same," Daphne added.
"Coming up," Fleur smiled, waving her wand.
Two bottles came floating into the room and into their waiting hands.
"So, how happy are you to finally be moved in here?" Rose asked.
"Ecstatic," Fleur replied. "Ze room I was renting was nice and all, but I do enjoy 'aving my own space. Zat gorgeous mirror you two got me is in my bedroom."
"We figured you'd appreciate a standing one like it," Rose smiled.
"Just like ze one in 'Arry's room," Fleur grinned, cocking an eyebrow at them.
Rose flushed as she realized what the gorgeous blonde was getting at. It had been in the mirror in Harry's room that she'd caught sight of Fleur being fucked like a dog in heat by her brother. That in itself would have been just a cause for embarrassment in most people, but she wasn't most people, and that event ended up being more consequential for her life than she could have imagined then.
"So, Harry said that you two had news," Daphne murmured.
"We do indeed," Fleur smiled. "Your father will likely write to you tomorrow, and James would 'ave 'imself, but I 'appened by ze manor while zey were finalizing zings and asked 'im to let 'Arry and I tell you instead."
"It...already?" Rose asked, her jaw dropping.
"It's done then?" Daphne asked, feeling her pulse spike.
"Oui," Fleur smiled. "We are to be sisters of a sort."
"Oh, wow," Rose gasped, laughing lightly. "I really didn't think it would be over so quickly."
"I'm not surprised," Daphne said flatly. "Once his basic approval was assured, it all came down to numbers, and your family is more than rich enough to satisfy my father."
"Daph?" Rose asked, placing a hand on hers. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm?" Daphne asked, looking over at Rose. "Um, yes. I'm good. Out of all the men in the world, your brother is probably the least objectionable."
"Such high praise, Greengrass," Harry chuckled as walked in. "Careful there, or I might think you don't hate my guts."
"I never hated you," Daphne scoffed, "and I thought we agreed to stick to first names."
"Sorry, Daphne," Harry replied softly. "Oof!"
"Thank you," Rose whispered, barreling into him and wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Thank you so much."
"There are worse things in the world than being married to a beautiful blonde," Harry chuckled.
"I'm glad you zink so," Fleur laughed.
Daphne couldn't help but smile at Harry calling her beautiful, but that smile dimmed some as she saw Rose continuing to cling to him. Being married to a man for the purpose of having a child or two while carrying on an affair with his twin sister was something straight out of one of the bad muggle novels Tracey liked so much, and yet it was her reality. They would have separate lives, and he'd have a real wife to take care of while she had her girlfriend, who just happened to be her future children's aunt. The whole thing was borderline incestuous, and that wasn't even counting the fact that she regularly used a copy of the very cock that would someday give her her children to pound Rose to sleep nightly.
"Rose, you have to see the dueling room downstairs," Harry said. "It will just take a second."
"Sure," Rose smiled. "We'll be back in a few."
"It is so nice zat ze two of zem 'ave such a close relationship, non?" Fleur asked quietly, sitting down next to her.
"Yeah," Daphne replied. "I'm much the same with Astoria."
"Little sisters are such a joy," Fleur said, sipping her wine. "Gabrielle can be a 'andful at times, but I couldn't imagine life without 'er."
"She's the one you rescued from the late last year, right?" Daphne asked.
"Oui," Fleur replied. "Zank goodness for 'Arry's 'elp. Without 'im I would 'ave tried to just swim through with a bubblehead charm."
"I did wonder what the hell you were thinking when you summoned your broom," Daphne chuckled. "Then you parted the damn lake."
"A wizard looking to ze bible for inspiration was more zan a little ironic," Fleur smiled. "Gabrielle will be starting at Beauxbatons next year."
"It's a shame she isn't going to Hogwarts," Daphne said. "At least then she'd have you close by."
"Oh, I wouldn't do zat to 'Arry," Fleur laughed. When Daphne furrowed her brow, she added, "She 'as a little crush on 'im. Part of it is no doubt zat 'e is gorgeous, but she also knows zat ze lake parting strategy was 'is idea."
"Her hero," Daphne grinned.
"Oui," Fleur smiled. "'E will make a perfect graduation gift for 'er in a few years."
"I'm sorry?" Daphne asked, confused.
"When I say zat I wouldn't try to convince my parents to send 'er to 'Ogwarts for 'Arry's sake, I mean zat, given 'is power and 'er existing crush, 'e would end up being like catnip to 'er once she 'it puberty," Fleur replied. "Keeping 'er away from 'im will let me tell 'er every year zat if she does really well, she'll get 'er 'eart's desire when she graduates. 'Er reactions will be priceless."
"I'm sorry, when you say 'get her heart's desire' what do you mean?" Daphne asked.
"To fuck 'im," Fleur replied casually, as though discussing the weather. "If she still wants 'im, which, as a Veela, I can say pretty confidently she will, I will 'appily share 'im once she's out of school. We'll likely 'ave a small brood of children by zen and 'aving another pair of 'ands around ze 'ouse could only 'elp."
"You'd...share him with your sister?" Daphne asked in shock.
"Oui," Fleur replied. "It's not unheard of for Veela to share particularly powerful, virile, physically gifted mates with their loved ones, and, well, you've seen both 'is cock and 'ow extraordinary 'e is with it."
"You...I…" Daphne spluttered.
"'Ave you tried it out yet?" Fleur asked, placing a hand on the other blonde's thigh. "I got it primarily because I know 'ow much of a size queen Rose is and figured you'd find it 'elpful, but given everything…"
"No," Daphne replied, jerking back.
"Whether you do or not, know zat you will be in very good 'ands with 'im when ze time comes," Fleur assured her. "By ze goddess, zat man is downright divine in bed."
"I agreed to this arrangement solely so I could stay with Rose and get my father to bugger off," Daphne muttered.
"I know," Fleur smiled, "but I 'ave also seen 'ow you've looked at 'Arry since ze day you caught sight of us 'aving sex, and I've seen how Rose 'as looked at 'im as well. If you were willing, ze four of us could 'ave so very much fun together."
Daphne just gaped at her, unable to believe that she was being propositioned into a foursome.
"They...they're…" she stammered.
"Brother and sister? I am well aware," Fleur grinned. "When I offer to invite Gabbie into our bed several years from now, do you imagine it will be with 'Arry alone? Incest means nothing to us Veela, who often 'ave an older sister or cousin as our first lover. Zey would be so 'ot together, if zey gave into their desires, and you and I could 'ave such fun together while we watch."
"That would be...wrong," Daphne gasped, feeling her hard nipples press against her bra and her panties become ruined as her pussy grew rapidly wet.
If she wasn't more familiar with what the allure felt like, she'd have wondered if Fleur was unleashing hers, but she couldn't blame Veela magic for how much the idea of Harry and Rose together turned her on.
"Right, wrong, 'oo cares?" Fleur shrugged. "It's not as zough zey'd 'ave children together. Tell me you 'ave zought about it when you've fucked 'er with ze dildo I got you, with 'is cock."
"Is that why you got that for me?" Daphne asked, choosing not to answer the question.
"I knew from 'Arry what your family was like and what you were most likely going to need from 'im down ze line if you wanted to stay with Rose," Fleur replied. "I got you ze replica of 'is cock both because I knew she'd appreciate something zat large to play with and because I wondered if it might spark more of ze desire I noticed in you two after that day back in July. So, Daphne, 'as it?"
Daphne felt her heart race in her chest as the beautiful Veela before her made her desires plainly clear. If they were both single and Fleur expressed her interest, the younger blonde wouldn't have hesitated for a moment. The woman was desire incarnate, Aphrodite in the flesh, and one look at her blush thighs and plump, round arse was enough to want to be her throne for a night. Neither one of them was single, though, and she was dating the Veela's fiance's sister.
"Whom you just happened to be betrothed to," her traitorous mind chimed in. "We're going to fuck eventually, and goodness knows Rose wants him."
Her girlfriend's attraction to her brother was something that she'd tried to ignore, a feat made harder by the fact that she regularly shagged her with a copy of his cock, but it couldn't be denied. The whole reason they got together in the first place was because Rose was so hyper-aroused by watching Harry fuck Fleur's brains out that she'd grabbed the nearest living thing to sate her all-consuming desires. They actually owed their entire relationship to this crazy couple, and if both of them wanted them as well, would it be the worst thing in the world to see where that could take them?
"Daph, you need to check out the dueling room," Rose beamed as she and Harry rejoined them. "It's seriously awes...what's wrong?"
"'Arry, join me upstairs for a minute," Fleur grinned, downing the rest of her wine. "Zese two 'ave something to discuss."
"Okay," Harry smiled, wrapping an arm around her and leading her to their bedroom.
"Daphne, what's going on?" Rose asked.
"Are you really okay with me marrying Harry?" Daphne asked.
"We've been over this, luv," Rose replied. "I'd rather that we didn't need to resort to this, but we do, and, yeah, I'm okay. I'm not going to get jealous of Harry."
"Will you be envious of me?" Daphne forced herself to ask, closing her eyes.
After a moment of silence, she opened them again and saw Rose staring at her with wide, scared-looking eyes.
"What are you asking?" she asked, her voice small.
"Rose...I know," Daphne replied softly, taking a step forward.
"Know...know what?" Rose stammered, taking a step back.
"I've seen how you look at Harry, Rose," Daphne replied. "How you've always looked at him."
"Daphne, I don't know what game this is, but I am not into it," Rose snapped.
"Rose, you only slept with me the first time because we caught sight of him fucking Fleur," Daphne sighed. "I'd like to pretend that it was seeing her naked for the first time that clued you into the fact that you were bi, but that's not true."
"He...he's my brother," Rose protested lamely, looking down at the floor.
"Your twin," Daphne amended, cupping her cheek and raising her head up to look at her.
"Why do you not sound disgusted?" Rose asked, bracing like she expected that very comment to come.
"In case you've forgotten, I am a pureblood," Daphne quipped.
"Even by your standards, this is gross," Rose muttered.
"Maybe because I get it," Daphne replied, earning a confused look from Rose. "I don't know if it's because he has eyes and hair so much like yours, but Harry's the one guy who has ever done anything for me."
"Wait...really?" Rose asked.
"Loathe as I've been to admit it, yes," Daphne replied. "You aren't the only one who was turned on by what we walked in on that day, and it wasn't just Fleur who made me wet."
"Wow," Rose breathed. "Why have you never tried the dildo, then?"
"You absolutely love it, and I'd rather fuck you than be fucked," Daphne replied. "The simple fact is, though, that I am going to have him at some point, and also Fleurinvitedustohaveafoursome."
"What?" Rose asked, blinking slowly as her brain tried to parse that.
"It turns out your future sister-in-law is really, really into incest," Daphne replied.
"You...didn't have to tell me," Rose breathed, her heart pounding in her chest. "I know Fleur well enough to know that if you outright denied her, she'd have backed off for good. Are you really willing to…"
"OUI!" Fleur screamed, and Daphne just took Rose's hand.
"I just want to talk to them," she whispered, and Rose laughed hysterically, recalling exactly what that was a reference to.
The two of them headed upstairs, each one feeling a distinct sense of deja vu as they did. Fleur's moans grew quieter, and they figured that whatever Harry was doing to her just then, she had come down from her peak. The door to her bedroom was just closed over, and with the slightest push, Rose threw it open and shuddered at the sight that awaited her. Fleur's long legs were resting on her brother's shoulders as he lapped at her dripping pussy.
"It seems...we 'ave company," Fleur panted.
Harry turned around, and Rose whimpered at the sight of him. Like Fleur, he was completely naked, and his throbbing length stood proudly in the air as he rose to his feet to greet them.
"It seems you were right, my love," he chuckled, looking at Fleur before turning his gaze to Rose, who looked like if she got any hotter she might catch fire.
"Harry, I…" Rose went to say.
"Holy shit, it looks even bigger on you somehow," Daphne blurted out, her eyes locked onto his rock-hard length.
"It will feel so good inside you, Daphne," Fleur purred, sitting up.
Daphne looked to her and couldn't help but let her eyes fall on the Veela's large, full breasts. Fleur grinned at her and rested back on her hands, pushing out her chest. Harry approached Rose, his cock swinging with his every step, and she rubbed her thighs together as he came within reach.
"It all began when you began fucking Chang during our third year," Rose whispered. "Overhearing her talk to Edgecomb and the others about what a god you were in the sack, how big your cock was, how mind-melting it felt when you used parseltongue on her pussy. I ran up to my room and rubbed myself raw the first time."
"First time?" Harry asked.
"Um, do you remember how I borrowed the cloak a lot that year?" Rose asked.
"Yeah," Harry replied, looking intrigued.
"I started listening in on a bunch of your hook-ups talking to their friends about you," Rose admitted, blushing prettily.
"Oh?" Harry asked, stepping right up to her. Leaning in, he whispered, "Did you touch yourself to those stories too?"
"Yes," Rose gasped, shaking with need.
"Fuck me," Daphne breathed, feeling heat pool rapidly in her core as she watched the two twins fuck each other with their eyes.
"Every bit as 'ot as I said, non?" Fleur asked, joining her.
Daphne looked back at the naked Veela and shivered. She was about an inch taller than her with breasts only slightly larger, but her even narrower waist made them even bigger than they were.
"You can do more zan look, Daphne," Fleur purred, taking her hand and bringing it to one of her heavy mounds.
"Tell me, Rose," Harry whispered in her ear. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," Rose replied, shivering as she breathed in his woodsy, manly scent. "I want you to destroy me."
Harry pulled her in for a searing hot kiss, and Daphne didn't even have time to watch the show before Fleur captured her mouth as well. The two of them were walked back against the wall next to each other by their new lovers. Rose moaned into Harry's mouth and wrapped her hand around his shaft, making him groan. She knew that her panties were going to have to be peeled from her cunt at that point and scrambled to remove her robes, too hot to bear clothing.
"Fucking hell," Harry groaned as he saw her bra-covered tits, large, pale, and aching for his touch.
"I used to catch you peeking at them from time to time," Rose grinned. "This was before you started shagging every girl in sight. Did you ever try to look at me in the shower?"
"No," Harry replied. "I wish I had, though."
"I wish you had too," Rose grinned, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "I wish you'd joined me. I never would have wasted my time on any other boys if my big brother had ruined me for them first with his big, thick cock."
Harry snarled and ripped her bra away before grasping her heavy breasts, kneading them with his large hands. Rose gasped in pleasure at his touch and caught sight of Fleur leading a fully naked Daphne to their bed. The two blondes ran their hands over each other's bodies as they scrambled towards the bed, kissing passionately.
"I think they have the right idea," Rose murmured, and Harry looked behind him, grinning as he saw Fleur push Daphne onto her back.
"Oh, fuck!" Daphne gasped as the ravenous Veela kneaded her large breasts, bringing one of her achingly hard pink nipples to her lips.
Her tongue felt like pleasurable fire on her sensitive flesh, and she snaked her fingers into the older woman's silvery hair, holding her against her chest. She heard Rose yelp and looked to see Harry had picked her up by her arse and was holding her to his chest while she wrapped her arms around his neck. He turned around, and Daphne's eyes fell to her lover's thick, round arse, though they widened when she saw his cock sticking out from under her. The thought that that massive, equine appendage was going to be pushed inside her later frightened her, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel her insides quiver at the thought as well.
"You smell amazing, ma cherie," Fleur purred, peppering her soft, flat belly with kisses. "What is making your sweet little pussy leak more, moi, or ze certain knowledge zat you are about to watch Rose get fucked by her very, very big brother?"
"Both!" Daphne cried, feeling out of her mind with lust just then. "Morgana's tits, touch me, please."
"Mmm," Fleur grinned wickedly, "gladly."
She parted the blonde's curls with her fingers and gave her fleshy folds a long, slow lick, giggling as she cried out in pleasure. Next to her, Harry was attacking his sister's incredible breasts with his mouth, kissing, licking, and nipping at her soft flesh wherever he liked, drawing breathy moans from her lips that made the Veela's cunt drool. She had wanted to fuck lure Rose into their bed from the moment she realized that the dark-haired girl was attracted to her brother and greatly looked forward to slurping his incestuous seed from her well-fucked cunt later on.
"Lower!" Rose gasped, shaking with lust. "Lower, please."
"Lower?" Harry asked dumbly, almost managing to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Like this?"
He dipped his tongue into her navel, and Rose snarled in frustration, grabbing his head and pushing him down towards her pussy. He laughed and continued downward, stopping to sniff at the apex of her thighs. She was so wet and her panties so ruined that they were almost transparent, and he felt his cock throb almost painfully as he felt the soaked fabric peel off of her. She was utterly bare, without a single hint of stubble, and her labia glistened beautifully for him. He pulled her panties off and brought them to his face, inhaling deeply and shuddering at the alluring scent.
"Harry!" Rose whined, spreading her legs wider and humping the air. "Stop teasing me."
The tone of her voice put him in mind of how she used to whine to him when their parents denied her something and she hoped that he could get it for her instead. Their parents were just about the last thing he wanted to think about just then, and he quickly put them out of his mind.
"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh gah!" Daphne cried as Fleur swirled her tongue around her throbbing clit.
Her thighs clamped around the Veela's head, and her nails grazed her scalp as she held her in place, desperate for release as she hovered right on the edge of it.
"It would seem like I'm going to make Daphne cum before you even get started with Rose, 'Arry," Fleur giggled teasingly.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Harry chuckled, kissing all the way around his sister's dripping slit. "You know what I can do when I really get going."
"Zat I do," Fleur purred, returning her face between Daphne's thighs.
Harry decided to stop teasing Rose and bathed her drooling cunt with the flat of his tongue. He groaned in pleasure at the taste of her, but that was entirely drowned out by her loud, high-pitched cry. Lapping at her folds, he avoided her clit for the time being, content to explore every millimeter of her slick nether lips first. Aroused as all hell and desperate for the mind-melting pleasure she knew from the accounts of the others that he could give her, Rose held him to her and started grinding her pussy against his face, trying to get him to focus on her taut little pearl.
"So needy," Harry chuckled, pushing two fingers inside her. "How badly do you want to cum?"
"So bad!" Rose whined.
She cried out when he brushed the pads of his fingers against her g-spot, her whole body going taut as a bowstring, and he grinned. Wrapping his lips around her throbbing clit, he pressed his tongue against her clit and spoke a single word in parseltongue.
"HARRY!" Rose squealed as she came hard, squirting all over his face.
Daphne's keening wail erupted from her lips a moment later as Fleur sucked on her clit. The Veela grinned, happily watching the two lovers cum almost in unison under her and Harry's ministrations. They writhed and convulsed in ecstasy together, brushing against each other as they went. Daphne's orgasm was powerful but quick, ending after a few glorious seconds, and as she brushed her hair out of her face and looked over at Rose, she saw her continuing to scream and thrash about.
"What's...with her?" she asked.
"When 'Arry uses parseltongue on your pussy, you cum over and over again until he relents or you pass out," Fleur replied, making her eyes widen, "and if you zink zat's impressive…"
Fleur grinned wickedly and let go of her allure, allowing her Veela magic to spread throughout the room. Though she had just cum, Daphne felt her arousal spring back to full force in an instant, but that was nothing compared to what it did to Rose. Her screams grew louder, the sound echoing off of the walls, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Wave after mind-melting wave of pleasure beyond anything she'd ever known wracked her entire body from head to toe until it became her entire state of being. She found herself floating in a rocky sea of ecstasy, caught up in a maelstrom beyond her comprehension, and just as it seemed like she might be kept in that state of absolute bliss forever, consciousness left her.
"Rose?!" Daphne exclaimed, rolling over and cupping her girlfriend's face as she passed out.
"Relax, Daphne," Harry chuckled, wiping her copious fluids from his chin and neck. "I have that effect on women."
He offered her his hand, his fingers covered in Rose's pussy juice, and Daphne didn't hesitate to take them into her mouth, sucking the familiar heady, tangy flavor off of them. Fleur embraced her from behind, cupping her breasts and kissing a hot trail down her neck. She gasped in pleasure and looked up into Harry's eyes, which looked so much like Rose's. If she was ever going to try fucking a guy, having one who looked like the girl she loved and whose lips were smeared with that girl's arousal was probably as much as she could hope for. Deciding to take the plunge, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Harry kissed Daphne softly, aware that this was new to her, and was startled when she moaned into his mouth and plunged her tongue between his lips. He returned the passion with equal fervor, determined to make this as good for her as possible, and his eyes met Fleur's. Dark with lust and a promise of far more days and nights to come just like this, they also sparkled with mischief, and he grinned. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down along her jawline and to her ear, nibbling on the lobe, as Fleur started kissing her way down the other girl's back.
"Oh, fuck!" Daphne cried as he kissed her pulse point. Reaching down, she wrapped her small hand around his large cock and marveled at how similar it was to the enchanted dildo she'd been using to fuck Rose for months.
"Whasa?" Rose asked, her eyes fluttering open as she came to. "Oh, wow."
"'Ot, no?" Fleur asked.
"Yeah," Rose shuddered. "You good Daph?"
"He's an adequate kisser," Daphne replied primly, making both Rose and Fleur giggle while Harry tried to look offended.
"Do you want to try him?" Rose asked, her voice quavering from her excitement.
"I...he's so big," Daphne replied, shivering.
"I can be gentle, you know," Harry chuckled.
"I'll be right here," Rose assured her. "I'll hold your hand the whole way, watching you take inch after inch of his massive, throbbing…"
"Careful, now, Rose, or you might drool," Harry teased, and she flushed.
"I'll do it," Daphne breathed, her heart racing in her chest. "Just lay back."
"Okay," Harry nodded, lying down on his back.
"You are as wet as you can be, which will 'elp a great deal," Fleur said. "Zis will 'elp too."
Before either of them could ask what she had in mind, she picked up Harry's cock and swallowed it to the root, making him groan. She let her saliva fall freely, coating his entire length with it as she gave him a very short, very sloppy blowjob.
"Do you just not have a gag reflex?" Daphne asked.
"Non," Fleur replied as she let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop. "No Veela does."
"As if you weren't perfect enough," Rose chuckled. "Okay, Daph, I'll hold him up and help you get into position."
"Alright," Daphne nodded, sounding more confident than she felt.
Rose wrapped her hand around her brother's cock, marveling again at how much space there was between her fingers and thumb, and held him upright. Daphne crawled over to him and rested her hands on his broad shoulders as she waited for her girlfriend to line his cock up with her dripping hole. She shuddered when she felt his bulbous head press against her pussy, wondering again how something that large could actually fit inside her, but she had shoved a copy of that very cock inside her size-obsessed girlfriend many times by now and knew that she would stretch for him.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked with surprising tenderness, reaching up to cup her cheek.
His hand felt rough yet nicely warm, and she leaned into his touch, saying, "Yes."
"Push down, Daphne," Rose murmured softly as Fleur crawled over to them. Grabbing her hips, she added, "I've got you."
She pushed down and gasped as she felt his thick head pop inside her. Her eyes closed, and she let out a low whimper, thinking for a moment that it felt like Rose had shoved her fist inside her. That was something that her girlfriend had wanted to try, and as she felt him stretch her inner walls wide, she wished that she hadn't chickened out back then.
"Holy fuck," Daphne moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders as she tried to steady herself.
"How does it feel?" Rose asked, running her hands soothingly over the blonde's hips.
"Like a bloody fist," Daphne ground out. "Fucking hell, you're big."
"Ze burning you're feeling now will pass in time, Daphne," Fleur assured her. "Once it is gone, you know naught but pleasure."
"She's right," Rose murmured. "There's no feeling in the world like being stretched out to your limit by a big, thick cock. You've seen how hard I can cum when you're in me."
"Take your time," Harry added, reaching up to cup her breasts. "We have hours here, and I can hold back pretty much indefinitely by now."
"Is that why you wanted this, Fleur?" Daphne asked, whimpering as she took another inch of his horse cock inside her. "Was keeping up with the stud here becoming too much?"
"Not at all," Fleur smiled. "I just zink zat pleasure should be shared. Veela 'ave often shared particularly well-endowed and impressive lovers with zeir friends and loved ones."
"I'm so glad you came to Hogwarts," Rose chuckled.
"As am I," Fleur sighed, smiling down at Harry.
He stayed still as she slowly lowered herself down, inch by thick inch, onto his shaft, content to just knead her large mounds and roll her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She let out little whimpers and gasps as she went, wiggling her hips as she. He spread her inner walls wide, stretching her to what had to be her limits, and when she finally felt her plush ass come to rest against his hips, she fell forward.
"That's it," Harry murmured, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around her and running his fingers through her hair as she quivered and shook from exertion. "You took the whole thing."
"I'm so proud of you," Rose whispered in her ear, making her laugh.
She gasped as she felt Fleur's allure surge again and moaned as her body relaxed a little, suddenly desperate once more for pleasure. The burning sensation of being stretched so much receded, and as it did, Harry's cock started to feel really, really good inside her. Pushing herself up, she rolled her hips forward a little, gasping as she felt him move within her.
"Do you want me to show you how to ride him?" Rose asked, nuzzling her neck.
"Yes," Daphne replied, sure that whatever that would entail would be fun.
Rose dug her fingers into her hips and started physically moving her on him, showing her how to roll her hips steadily. She giggled at the absurdity of that but didn't mind in the slightest, not when it felt so bloody good. She doubted that she was bi or anything, but she had to admit that Harry was rather attractive for a man, and his cock was every bit as incredible as both her girlfriend and his fiancee insisted. The feeling of being stretched by him again and again, having his length press against every sensitive spot inside her at once, was almost cosmic, and when Rose repositioned her slightly, changing the angle of penetration a little, and she felt his bulbous head press against something deep inside her, she saw stars and squeaked.
"I'd say you found something good," Fleur giggled.
"She did," Harry grunted. "I felt her fornix."
"What the fuck was...ahh god!" Daphne cried as he bumped against that spot again.
Grabbing his shoulders more tightly, she picked up her pace, riding him faster and harder as she soared towards her peak. Rose let her go, sounding distinctly amused, and crawled around them, watching the show intently. Harry, confident that she had relaxed entirely, decided to start moving, and soon, his hips were thrusting up against her in time with her every movement.
"You can actually see his cock inside you, baby," Rose gasped, pressing her hand against Daphne's lower abdomen. "It's like I'm jerking him off through you."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Daphne cried as Rose started playing with her clit, feeling like she was about to lose her mind.
Between her girlfriend's skilled fingers, Harry's cock, and Fleur's allure, she knew that her orgasm was going to hit soon and hard. She felt him hit that deep spot again, the head of his cock seeming to pop inside a little pocket inside her that was so hypersensitive that she couldn't help but scream. Just as that mind-melting sensation finished setting her brain aflame, she felt a tongue brush against her arsehole and her world went white.
"Fleur?" Rose asked, her eyes widening as she watched the Veela rim her girlfriend.
Before Fleur could so much as look at her, though, an ear-piercing squeal spilled from Daphne's lips as she came hard. She fell forward, convulsing in ecstasy as it thundered through her entire body in waves. Harry rolled her onto her back and started fucking her hard and fast, prolonging her pleasure. He watched the beautiful blonde under him with rapt attention, his eyes following her breasts as they jiggled and rolled across her chest both from the force of his thrusts and her own quivering. The wet sounds of her squelching cunt filled the room as her screams ended, and as he felt her go limp under him, he pulled his cock from her gaping depths.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck," Daphne repeated, throwing an arm across her eyes as little aftershocks of pleasure continued to make her shake.
"Baby?" Rose asked, crawling over to the sweat-slicked, glassy-eyed blonde and brushing her hair out of her face.
Harry smacked her arse, and she screamed, turning around to look at him in surprise.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for," Harry chuckled.
"Probably about as long as I've wanted to climb you like a tree for," Rose purred in response.
"How do you want 'im first, Rose?" Fleur asked. "Do you want to ride 'im like Daphne did, 'ave 'im take you on your back slowly and sensually…"
"I want him to bend me over and fuck me like a whore while pushing my face between your thighs," Rose cut her off, smirking as the both of them shuddered.
"You want me to fuck you like a whore?" Harry asked, his voice low and rumbling as he looked into her lust-darkened eyes.
"I want you to take me like you were taking Fleur when I saw you all those months ago," Rose replied, shivering at the memory. "I swear the sight of you two together will be etched into my brain forever."
"If we 'ad known you were watching, we would 'ave put on even more of a show," Fleur purred, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder as she grinned down at his sister.
"Knowing you, you'd have invited us in," Rose chuckled.
"Not at all," Fleur grinned. "You two weren't ready yet then."
"If you want me to fuck you like that, get on your hands and knees," Harry commanded, and Rose swore she nearly came from his tone and words alone.
Her legs shaking, she turned around and pushed her arse up into the air, wiggling it slightly and smirking when she heard him groan.
"Look at 'er inner zighs, 'Arry," Fleur purred. "She's so wet zey're coated in her arousal."
Harry placed his large hands on her plump, round cheeks and spread them wide. Her cunt was indeed dripping wet, flush, open, and inviting, and part of him wanted to taste her again, making her scream on his tongue, but his cock throbbed with need, and he needed to bury himself inside her. Fisting his cock, he brushed the head against her slick folds, making her gasp and grab at the sheets in front of her.
"Do it, Harry," Rose moaned. "Fuck your little sister's tight pussy."
"Fucking hell," Harry groaned, pushing forward.
Daphne had been almost painfully tight from the start, being completely unused to having anything nearly his size inside her. Rose, on the other hand, was very used to his size, having spent months riding the replica of his cock nightly, and he managed to slip inside her in one long, slow thrust. She clung to him like a hot silk glove, molding around his girth perfectly, and she cried out in pleasure when she felt his hips press against her arse.
"Fuck, you feel better than the dildo," Rose gasped.
"Ze dildo is a near perfect copy," Fleur purred, crawling around the bed towards her, "but it is not attached to 'Arry, now is it?"
She lay down on it in front of Rose, spreading her legs wide, and the raven-haired beauty didn't hesitate to bury her face between her legs. Lapping at the Veela's sweet pussy, she whimpered when she felt Harry pull most of his cock from her depths, feeling terribly empty without him, only to cry out when he plunged forward again.
" 'Is cock is incredible, non?" Fleur sighed, basking in the feeling of the younger girl's skilled tongue on her sensitive flesh. "Nothing 'as ever made me feel so full."
"You're so big, Harry," Rose moaned. "Merlin, we should have done this years ago."
"Yeah, we should have," Harry groaned, working up to a fast, hard pace quickly.
Rose said she wanted to be taken like a whore, and if the way her moans instantly turned to screams was any indication, this was exactly what she had in mind.
"I should have...fuck!...should have crawled into your bed in the middle of the night!" Rose cried. "I should sank down onto you and ridden you like you like a pony until you woke up."
"What would you 'ave done, 'Arry?" Fleur asked, sounding both amused and aroused. "What would you 'ave done to zis little slut if you woke up to find her bouncing on your cock?"
"I'd have rolled her over, bent her in half, and fucked her until she couldn't walk," Harry growled, picking up his pace further until his every brutal thrust made her wonderfully round arse jiggle and ripple hypnotically.
"Yes!" Rose screamed.
"Mmm, a mating press?" Fleur asked, her lust-darkened eyes sparkling with mischief. "Does zat mean you'd like to breed your little sister?"
"Oh, God!" Rose cried, shaking with need as she soared towards her peak.
"Fucking hell," Harry grunted, trying not to picture him impregnating Rose.
That was a line they wouldn't cross, but fuck, was it hot to think about? Not wanting her to comment on that any further, he grabbed her head and pushed her face between Fleur's thighs, breathing a sigh of relief when his fiancee gasped in pleasure. He slowed down his thrusts, already feeling Rose starting to quiver around him, and leaned in.
"If you want to cum on my cock, be a good girl and eat her delectable little pussy until she screams," he rumbled, only to gasp as he felt her vice-tight walls clench around him almost painfully.
She nodded frantically and started lapping at Fleur's folds. Months of dating Daphne had given her all the experience she needed to make the beautiful Veela cum with her talented tongue, and, wanting to speed things up, she pushed three fingers into her as well.
"Mon Dieu!" Fleur cried, grabbing a handful of her thick, black hair as she felt the younger girl suck on her throbbing clit and stroke her g-spot. "Just like zat. Fuck, I zink zis might be genetic."
"As good as me?" Harry asked, genuinely impressed.
Ever since Angelina Johnston first sat her gloriously thick, round ass on his face, he'd been obsessed with going down on his lovers. Being able to watch their every pleasured reaction without having to focus on holding back his own pleasure was more fun than he could describe.
"Nearly...ahh fuck!" Fleur cried.
"What...holy shit!" Daphne gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her.
Knowing that Harry and Rose were going to fuck and actually seeing it were two different things, and she felt heat pool rapidly in her core at the taboo display. Watching Fleur's tits jiggle as she quivered and shook under her girlfriend's oral assault was also maddeningly hot.
"Yes, yes, oui, OUI!" Fleur shrieked, her arse rising off of the bed as she came hard, gushing all over Rose's face.
Harry grabbed a handful of his sister's hair and pulled her back, making her cry out. Speeding back up to the hard pace he'd been fucking her at before, he slapped his arse hard, grinning as she shrieked.
"MORE!" Rose screamed, feeling like she was about to lose her mind.
"I hope you know what you've done, little Rosie," Harry grunted, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'm never going to be able to get enough."
"Same!" Rose cried, her eyes rolling back into her head.
"Already unable to give more than one-word answers?" Harry chuckled. "By the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget your own name."
"Yes, yes, YES, HARRY!" Rose squealed, cumming so hard she squirted.
Harry gasped as he felt her cunt spasm around him and her hot fluids gush onto his balls. As she writhed and convulsed in pleasure, he let her go and fell forward, roaring her name as he came too. Fleur sat up, watching the two siblings in the throes of ecstasy together, and shuddered. She looked over at Daphne, seeing the same lustful appreciation in her eyes, and pulled the other blonde in for a kiss.
"I zink your girlfriend is going to need some aftercare," she grinned.
"After that, yeah," Daphne replied. "What about Harry?"
"'Arry's about to be rather occupied," Fleur smirked, hitting her fiance with a targeted blast of her allure.
He gasped, feeling his cock, which hadn't even started to wilt yet, surge to full strength as though he hadn't just cum hard, and pulled out of Rose, who whimpered. He looked down at her gaping, very pink pussy and shuddered at the sight of her cum leaking out of her. His cock throbbed with need, and he didn't hesitate to crawl over to Fleur.
"We 'ave only begun, mon amour," Fleur grinned, spreading her legs wide.
"Begun?" Daphne asked, wrapping her arms around an insensate Rose.
"Fleur and I often have sex for hours when we have the time," Harry replied, burying his length inside the Veela with one long thrust.
"Ahh!" Fleur gasped, wrapping her arms around him. "Our libidos are no less potent than your girlfriend's, Daphne."
The other blonde shuddered at the thought, her mind racing with the images of the sort of debauchery she expected that they'd get up to over the next few hours. As she looked down at Rose and saw the wide, giddy smile on her face, she found that she didn't mind in the slightest.
Hours later, as the four of them rested in the thoroughly ruined bed, Harry ran his fingers lazily through Fleur's silver-gold hair as she snuggled into his chest. Rose and Daphne were spooning next to them, each one passed out from exhaustion after the long, frenetic foursome.
"Remind me never to doubt you again," he chuckled, earning a soft laugh from Fleur.
"It was as I said it would be, mon amour," Fleur grinned. "Daphne needed but the slightest nudge, and Rose's desires were just as I zought."
Harry exhaled slowly, looking over at his sleeping sister and smiling. Fleur had helped him realize and come to terms with his taboo desires over the last few months, convincing him that not only were his feelings very mutual, but that there were ways for them to act on them subtly enough to get away with it. The two of them had expected it to be another year before they'd be in this position, but he didn't mind being wrong in this case.
"Ze four of us will 'ave so much fun together," Fleur purred softly, stretching before settling in on his warm, muscular body.
Harry chuckled at that, feeling sleep come for him. He had no idea what else his crazy fiancee had in mind, but if it was anything like what he'd just experienced, he knew that he was really looking forward to it.