There was barely a thin scar left on his shoulder now, but Harry could still feel the aches and pains from it. Lately, he'd begun having phantom pains of when his arm had nearly been severed off. It was like his wound was opened back up again, but the second he looked at it, the pain would recede into a dull ache.
He knew that he should be grateful that he'd healed up so nicely. Daphne and Astoria both expressed to him regularly just how glad they were that he was healthy again. And yet, Harry couldn't help the anger that remained simmering beneath the surface.
Casting Fiendfyre had been a mistake. The dark magic left him irritable and angry all the time, even if he didn't show it outwardly. He shouldn't have cast it.
But if he hadn't, could he have escaped Voldemort? Harry had been getting beaten to a pulp by the vastly-more experienced Dark Wizard, and even if he'd managed to somehow get a lucky shot in and take him down, all of the other Death Eaters would've just swarmed and killed him anyway.
Maybe there was something else he could've done. Maybe.
Truly, there was no sense in arguing with himself over it now. What was done was done. He knew now the dangers of dark magic, and he'd have to be wary of it in the future.
Harry stepped back from the mirror and grabbed his robes off of Astoria's chair at her desk. Her bedroom had become just as much his in the time he'd been here for. She'd strove to ensure that he didn't feel like an unwelcome guest by letting him take over a few spaces and setting up a little workstation for him on a new desk they'd brought in. It was a kind gesture, one that Harry didn't take for granted. The Dursleys never treated him half as good as Astoria did, and so he did everything he could to show Astoria just how thankful he was for her.
His face twitched as slipped his robes on. His shoulder still felt awkward when he moved it, but all of the other injuries he'd sustained seemed to be relatively cleared up by now.
He'd be ready one day. His recovery would still take time, but he was past the worst of it now. He just needed to make sure that he didn't aggravate his shoulder any further.
Harry cracked a small smile. Like he was going to listen to his own advice.
He strode out of the room and headed downstairs. Greengrass Manor was becoming more and more familiar to him as the days passed by. His brief visit here earlier in the year had introduced him to many of the odd nooks and crannies, but his stay so far this summer reminded him of what it was like returning to Hogwarts as a second-year student.
Navigating through the place was easy. He knew which corridors were frequented by Astoria and Daphne's parents so that he could avoid them—things had still been quite tense since they all returned from Hogwarts—and which ones led to the places he wanted to visit. And right now, he was going to find Astoria. He knew exactly where she'd be. It was the one room she spent the most amount of time in except for her bedroom.
Ever since Harry revealed Voldemort's existence to Astoria and Daphne, the two of them had quickly returned to training their skills here at the manor. The massive duelling room that Anastasia used to test her daughters in had become their favourite place to work out and train. Harry often came down with them once he'd been able to leave Astoria's bed without too much pain wracking his body, although they only let him watch rather than participate like he wanted to.
Well, that was going to change today. He didn't feel perfect, but when would that be an acceptable excuse if battle broke out? He needed to get stronger now.
As he expected, Astoria was in the middle of exercising in the centre of the duelling room. A few training dummies were set up in a wide circle around her, each armed with a mock wand that was enchanted to fling small, red balls her way, which represented spellfire. If one of them hit her, the ball would turn green. Then, once all of the balls were used up, she could easily see how many she managed to dodge.
Her robes fluttered around her lithe frame as she spun out of the path of two balls fired towards her head. She had a slight sheen of sweat on her brow, but her breathing looked good. Harry watched from the doorway as she continued to dodge left and right, ducking, and even throwing herself to the floor when necessary. Dodging wasn't always the best tactic to use in combat, especially if you were fighting with allies who could accidentally get hit by the spells you dodged, but it was a useful skill to practise nonetheless.
She noticed Harry watching her, and with a simple jab with her wand, the dummies lost all sense of life. Their bodies slumped forward, and Astoria stepped out of the circle they'd formed around her.
"Hey," she smiled at him, wiping away the bit of sweat from her face. "I'd come give you a kiss, but I'm a bit sweaty."
"That's never stopped us before," Harry laughed as he crossed the gap between them. Astoria beamed up at him as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Come to watch me train?" She asked as they broke the kiss.
"I actually came to train too," Harry said carefully. He could see the flicker of surprise in her eyes, which morphed into a serious look.
"It's too soon," she protested quickly.
"I've been stuck in bed for a few weeks now," Harry said gently. "I think it's time I start getting back to it."
"Another week of rest won't hurt you," Astoria said, even as she realised that he seemed set on doing this.
"I can't stay sitting down all day anymore," Harry countered as he walked the length of the duelling room. "Voldemort is bound to reappear again one day, and I need to be ready when he does."
Astoria bit down on the inside of her cheek. She clearly wasn't happy that he was rushing to get back to training when his shoulder wasn't even entirely healed yet, but she understood his reasoning for it. A part of her probably even agreed with Harry, but her concern for his health and safety was stronger.
"One practice duel," she compromised. "It's been a while since you've done any magic or physical activity; I don't want you to accidentally overexert yourself and aggravated your shoulder. If all goes well today, then I'll help you out again tomorrow. Deal?"
"Deal, as long as you take this seriously," Harry smiled at her. He wasn't going to bicker and quibble over the little details.
Suddenly, the air shifted as both of them recognised what was about to occur. They'd duelled before in practice matches back in the Room of Requirement, but it'd been clear that Astoria had been holding back each time. Now, despite her reservations, she seemed ready to do what she must to put Harry to the test.
They didn't have a duelling platform to practise on, which was fine by Harry. Real battles were never fought on a duelling platform anyway. The entire room was theirs to use.
Astoria banished the training dummies away, giving them plenty of clear space to work in. The room was warded to prevent any other part of the house from being destroyed, but the walls, ceiling, and floor could still be damaged, leading to some interesting possibilities.
There were well over a million different ways a duel could go. Each spell added on lead to a different permutation. Even if you removed entire types of magic, there were still hundreds of spells you could use within each discipline. Virtually each duel would be unique due to that fact.
Harry knew that he'd been reliant on the spells he'd learnt in Defence Against the Dark Arts. There were plenty of charms, transfiguration, and various other fields of magic that offered interesting magical offerings that could provide him that edge he needed to be able to beat Voldemort.
Astoria's knees bent slightly, giving Harry the hint that she was about to strike. When she sprung up and lunged forward with her wand pointed at him, Harry was already moving to the side. Astoria tried to adjust her aim, but it was difficult to let her spell loose at the exact right moment when it'd strike Harry.
The violet-coloured spell coursed straight past him. It crashed against the far wall, which rippled with blue-coloured energy as it absorbed the blow.
Harry snapped his wand towards his girlfriend with a curse on his lips. Despite the tip of his wand being tracked on her chest, his eyes were focused on her feet. He spotted the way her knees bent and the sudden leap she started to make towards her left. Harry's wand tracked her easily, and he unleashed a powerful Stunning Spell and a Disarming Charm to try to finish her off quickly.
However, Astoria wasn't as weak as to fall to his first few spells. Even though she landed right in the path of them, she brought up a shield half a second before his spells could hit her. His spells exploded against her shield, radiating out around her, and she fired off a couple quick counter attacks.
Harry was quickly forced onto the back foot as Astoria pushed towards him. Her wand flicked with smooth, fast, restrained movements. She was perfect, not wasting a split second more than was necessary to unleash each spell.
The sudden burst of speed caught Harry off guard, but it wasn't anything that he was unequipped to handle. After facing off against Voldemort himself, Astoria's casting seemed slow in comparison. That didn't mean that his body had the agility and grace to act as quickly as he wanted it to, but his mind could process what was happening and set him up for success.
He twisted and made careful movements as he blocked or evaded Astoria's spells. Anytime he neared one of the walls, he made a forceful dash to the side to avoid getting pinned down. The more distance he kept from her, the worse her aim was, and it was those brief moments of reprieve where he was able to fight back.
Burn her.
Harry stumbled in surprise at the thought that had crossed his mind. It'd been subtle, insidious, and all too tempting to unleash before he could reflect on its implications. His wand had already started the first part of the movement needed for Fiendfyre when he caught himself.
Astoria either didn't realise that he'd frozen up or just didn't care as she cried out and lunged forward with a violent stab towards him. A Piercing Hex came barrelling towards him, and it was only through sheer instinct that Harry managed to get his shield up at the last second. It was hastily and imperfectly formed and shattered under the impact of Astoria's spell, which continued forward towards him.
Harry could do nothing but accept the blow right to his injured shoulder. The Piercing Hex gouged open a shallow cut right over his scar, sending a burst of fiery pain that radiated down his arm and through his collarbone.
Burn her!
Harry bit his tongue until he tasted blood to stop the dark desire within him from taking over. Instead, he flicked his wand faster than ever before.
"Bombarda!" He cried out, targeting Astoria's feet.
The charm landed, causing a small explosion that broke apart the wooden floor. Astoria had leapt a few feet back just in time to avoid falling, but it wasn't enough.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry shouted, forcing his magic to obey his will.
One of the damaged planks snapped up from its place in the floor and clipped Astoria's chin. Her jaw snapped shut with a loud click, and she recoiled away in a dazed state.
That was all he needed. Harry rushed forward, closing the gap between them suddenly as he directed the plank to fly around her and hit the back of her knees.
Right as Astoria tried to get her wand back up to target him, the plank hit her, and her spell was instead sent straight towards the ceiling. The tip of his wand ended up pressed against her throat.
BURN HER!
With his skills as a Seeker, Harry reached out and snatched Astoria's wand right out of her hands.
"I win," Harry said with a smile that morphed into a grimace.
Astoria gasped as she fell back on her bum. Her lips went right up to her chin, where a small cut had formed from the plank hitting her. "So you did," she murmured softly.
She looked uncomfortable. "Are you okay?" Harry asked with concern as he knelt down beside her, offering her back her wand. He hid his other hand behind his back, which was shaking and clutching his wand so tightly that he worried that he might break it in half. He'd nearly killed her. Was this the real danger of dark magic?
"Yeah," she said after just a moment's hesitation. "I just thought that I'd have done better than I did. I've been training so hard, and you're still recovering…"
A small sound in the distance caught Harry's attention.
From the doorway, Anastasia and Cryus were both watching them. The blond-haired witch, who looked so much like Daphne other than her set of brown eyes that matched Astoria's, had a tight-knit look on her face. Harry couldn't tell if she still disapproved of his relationship with Astoria or if she simply disliked him as a whole, but he supposed it didn't really matter. So long as he lived, he'd be with Astoria.
Cyrus, on the other hand, at least had an encouraging smile on his lips. He'd clearly seen how Harry had held back from really harming Astoria at the last minute, and he approved of the way Harry had handled himself. If only he'd known the thoughts that had been going through his mind…
With an offered hand, Harry helped Astoria back up to her feet. Her puckered frown told him that she was both displeased at losing and the manner in which she'd lost.
"You used a first-year spell," she said as she shook herself clean of any debris left on her robes.
"I did," Harry agreed. "And it worked wonders."
He needed to be more creative like this going forward. Standard spells that could disarm or directly injure an opponent were all well and good, but being able to catch them by surprise by using a spell creatively might be just the edge he needed to be able to stand a chance against Voldemort. The man was more powerful than Harry was, and he knew it. He didn't need to be creative with his spells. He knew a wide array of dark magic and could rely on his brute force to batter down anyone who stood in his way. Harry might be able to match his power one day, but he'd never catch up to the incredible depth of knowledge that Voldemort had. So, he needed to be creative.
"Don't tell Daphne," Astoria giggled. "She'll never let me live it down."
"I don't know if it's her we need to worry about," Harry said with a pointed look over Astoria's shoulder.
She glanced back and saw her parents standing there. Apparently, that look was all it took to convince them to step inside.
"You've been working hard," Cyrus began. His words were hesitant, like he was thinking each one over carefully to ensure he didn't say the wrong thing. "Your skills have been improving a lot."
"Not enough though if this bedridden man can take me down," Astoria huffed, shooting Harry a playful look.
"Still… it's been… good to see you pursuing something so passionately," Cyrus said. "Isn't that right, dear?" He added, glancing at Anastasia.
Anastasia's lips were pressed tightly together, like she needed to hold herself back from speaking. Her eyes ran over Astoria and Harry's faces, and Harry could see the anger and frustration in them.
"I suppose," Anastasia reluctantly said. Her lips snapped shut right afterwards.
Since he'd arrived here, Harry could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen Anastasia. An outsider would be convinced that she was the bedridden one and not Harry. Cyrus was much more available, though he clearly felt awkward over the entire situation. Sometimes, he was so kind and caring that Harry couldn't help but wonder if he'd never wanted any of this strife between his wife and his daughters. Given Anastasia's domineering personality, the thought wasn't entirely without merit.
"Right," Astoria said a little aggressively, clearly picking up on Anastasia's tone. "Well, if that's all then, I need to take Harry back—"
"Actually," Cyrus interjected quickly. "We were hoping to talk to you. To both of you."
"Harry's tired and needs to rest," Astoria countered.
He opened his mouth to argue against it, but Astoria shot him a look that told him to close his mouth back up.
"Then just with you then," Cyrus said.
Astoria crossed her arms beneath her chest. "What exactly do you want to talk to me about?"
Cyrus glanced at Anastasia, who seemed no more interested in talking than she had before, and sighed. "Your mother and I wish to make amends—"
Astoria snorted loudly. "Fat chance of that happening after what you two tried to pull."
"Astoria, please," Cyrus pleaded with her. He seemed incredibly sincere in his desire to try to fix things, but it seemed pretty clear that Anastasia wasn't entirely interested in that.
"No," Astoria snapped. "Both of you tried to manipulate my life for your own selfish reasons. That's not something parents should ever do to their children. You say that you want to make amends, but I don't think that there's enough left of our relationship to bring back together!"
Cyrus took a step back like Astoria's words had physically hurt him, but Anastasia just glowered at her daughter.
"You insolent brat," Anastasia said with a quiet menace. "What we have tried to do was for the good of the family. Daphne is the heir to the Greengrass family, and that means that she's burdened with a responsibility that you can't even begin to imagine. Her bearing that means that the rest of us need to do whatever we can to support her. Family needs to make sacrifices for family sometimes."
"You seem to be volunteering plenty of sacrifices on my part without offering up any yourself!" Astoria shouted at her.
Anastasia narrowed her eyes. "You can't possibly begin to imagine what I've done to keep our family healthy and safe. I've made my own sacrifices; it's time you make yours. Step aside and let Daphne find her happiness with Harry."
Astoria snorted loudly. "How blind can you be? Haven't you noticed yet? Harry is with Daphne. And he's still with me."
Cyrus looked shocked at the revelation, but Anastasia's expression was completely unreadable.
Harry supposed that they'd never outright told Cyrus or Anastasia that Harry was with Daphne too now. That shift in their relationship had happened at Hogwarts after the break. Neither Astoria or Daphne wrote home over the rest of the year given the conflict that had developed, but he'd assumed that at least Cyrus would have noticed the newfound affection between Harry and Daphne. Maybe being cooped up in Astoria's room so much had made him doubt any suspicions that might have grown in his mind.
"The two of you are… sharing him?" Cyrus asked, still caught up in a mixture of disbelief and astonishment.
"That's right," Daphne's voice confirmed from behind them. "All without any of your stupid interference too."
Her parents whirled around to see her standing there with her hands on her hips.
"Do you have anything to say about it?" Daphne asked them, raising a challenging eyebrow.
"No, no," Cyrus answered quickly. "If that's what the three of you have agreed to…"
"It is," Astoria chimed in.
Cyrus looked incredibly caught off guard at this new information, but it was Anastasia's reaction that was truly interesting. Her sour expression had turned into something utterly perplexing. On one hand, one could read it as being a satisfactory smirk at having achieved her goal, but on the other hand, there was also something undecipherable at play. It didn't look like she was dissatisfied that Astoria was still with Harry, but there was something lingering underneath that reflected displeasure, confusion, or uncertainty.
"Well, even still…" Cyrus ran his fingers along his chin. "Could we still speak to you? There's… matters that ought to be discussed."
Astoria looked uncertain, which was plain to see for everyone involved.
"We'll wait for you in my office, if you choose to join us," Cyrus said with a weak smile. "I'd really appreciate it if you did."
Anastasia had nothing to say as Cyrus gently led her out of the room. The dour atmosphere around her faded as she disappeared from sight.
"We can go talk to them together if you want," Harry suggested gently to Astoria, trying his best to be supportive.
She huffed again. "I don't know if I want to bother with them at all."
"That's fair," Daphne said as she strode into the room right up to Harry and Astoria. "But at least Dad's making an effort to do better."
"I guess," Astoria mumbled under breath. "If only mum wasn't such a…"
"Bitch?" Daphne suggested helpfully.
"Pretty much," Astoria scowled.
"I don't know if she'll ever change," Daphne admitted. "But we'll need to hear them out sooner or later. There's still plenty of summer left before our next year at Hogwarts. Eventually, we'll need to make a decision about what to do with them. We can keep ignoring them or we can try to work things out."
"Do they deserve to have us work things out though?" Astoria asked. "They've behaved so terribly for so long."
"They have," Daphne agreed, grimacing.
"One thing you might want to consider is how this is affecting you two," Harry pointed out, doing his best to suppress that internal anger that kept calling for violence and revenge. "This problem's going to plague you two until it's resolved. Even if things don't work out peacefully, maybe just hearing your parents out and coming to a final decision will help you put all of this behind you."
Astoria bit her lower lip. "That does make sense."
"They've been trying to get me to talk to them too," Daphne told them. "I've been putting it off until now, but if you want us to deal with this together—"
"I think this is something I need to deal with on my own," Astoria replied. "It's not that I don't appreciate your help, but this is about me and mum. I need to be strong enough to confront her by myself."
Daphne smiled at her younger sister. "That's fair enough."
"If I go, would you be able to take care of Harry?" Astoria asked, glancing at his wounded shoulder with a grimace.
"I'll make sure he's alright," Daphne assured Astoria. "You go talk with them."
Something unspoken passed between the two sisters through glances and the most subtle gestures of their bodies; it was like a conversation that Harry couldn't follow.
After a few moments, Astoria cracked a bright grin towards them. "Have fun then. I'll see you two later."
She gave Harry a peck on the cheek and then followed the path her parents took out of the duelling room.
"What was that?" Harry asked Daphne.
"Nothing," she shook her head. "Come on. Let's get you upstairs and cleaned up."
"I'm fine," Harry tried to assure her as they started to walk back upstairs. "It's just a small cut."
"I'll be the judge of that," Daphne retorted gently. "Given your recklessness, I'm not going to trust your judgement on what's a serious injury and what isn't."
They returned back upstairs, but rather than go to Astoria's room, they went to Daphne's. It looked much like Astoria's. It was prim, proper, and clean. She didn't have the same amount of clutter from all of the books that Astoria had, but she did have a large closet filled with clothes and shoes that her parents had bought for her for their trips to Europe in search of a proper suitor for her. He'd been in here a few times by now but never for very long.
She sat him down on her bed and quickly pulled out her wand. "Can you take your top off?" Daphne asked him.
He nodded, only wincing a little bit as he did so. The fabric of his robes clung to his shoulder, where his blood had formed a tight seal. He ripped it away, and the wound on his shoulder started to bleed again. It wasn't quite as bad as he'd expected, but it was right over top of the small scar he'd sustained.
Daphne tsked as she went about magically healing it, weaving her wand in a consistent arc back and forth. "You shouldn't have duelled today."
"I need to start practising sometime," Harry argued back weakly.
"Did you ever consider training against dummies like Astoria does?" Daphne asked with a challenging eyebrow raised.
Well… not really. Harry's mind was focused solely on preparing for his next duel with Voldemort, and that meant that he needed a partner. He supposed that he could practise his spells against training dummies, but it wouldn't bring the same rush of adrenaline as a real duel would.
"It's just not the same," Harry said.
"I get that," Daphne replied. "But it also doesn't end with you injuring your already damaged shoulder. If Astoria's blow had gone any deeper, you probably would've been stuck with a couple extra weeks of bed rest."
Merlin, all of this resting was driving him wild. He could deal with pain and just push through it, but the endless hours of doing nothing drove him mad.
"I just…" Harry sighed. "I feel itchy all the time, like I need to be up and doing something."
"That'll be the dark magic telling you to use it again," Daphne said. "And your own impatience."
"I know."
"Then learn from it," Daphne pushed. "You're no good to anyone if you stay perpetually injured. Take things slow. Work out your energy and magic against things that can't hurt you back, and slowly work back up to your normal limits."
It wasn't what he wanted, but neither was losing to Voldemort in the first place.
"You're right," Harry said.
"Of course I'm right," Daphne replied. "But I don't care about that. I want to know that you'll take more care of yourself from now on."
"I'll try my best," Harry cracked a smile.
Daphne snorted. "That's the best I'm going to get, aren't I? No: of course Daphne, I'll be safe and wait until I'm fully healed before I do anything boneheaded again."
Harry laughed. "Pretty much."
Daphne shook her head, but a small smile graced her lips. "Your shoulder will hold, for now," she said as she stowed her wand away. "But you seriously need to be careful. No heavy lifting or exercising with it for at least a couple of days. I don't even want to see you training with practice dummies until then either; there's too big a chance that you could delay your recovery even more."
"Alright," Harry nodded. "I'll wait two more days, but then you're coming down to train with me."
"Deal," Daphne agreed quickly. "It's probably better that I keep a close eye on you anyways. We should get you cleaned up in the shower now; I don't want to agitate your freshly-healed cut with any spells."
Harry followed her gaze down to his torso. The blood from his wound had dripped down his arm and chest and dried there.
He got to his feet, and Daphne guided him over to the doorway that led into her bathroom. There was a large tub in there, easily big enough for two, beneath a wide window. One corner of the room was dedicated to a shower with large glass walls. The opposite corner had a sink, mirror, and expansive countertop that was covered with beauty potions and various other toiletries. A door nearby led into a tiny room with a toilet.
With a flick of her wand, Daphne turned on the shower.
Harry didn't have any real sense of modesty around Daphne. She'd watched him and Astoria have sex multiple times now, so it wasn't like she was seeing anything that she hadn't already. He started stripping off the rest of his clothes
Just as he finished undressing, he heard the sounds of clothes rustling behind him. When he glanced back, he realised that Daphne was getting undressed too.
His eyes widened in surprise, eating up every inch of her bare flesh that he could. "What are you—"
"Shh," Daphne placed her finger on his lips. "Just get in the shower."
Harry pulled open the glass door and stepped in underneath the warm water, and Daphne followed him close behind. She closed the door behind her and pressed her body against his back.
"Just relax," she murmured softly. "And no touching."
He didn't know how he was supposed to relax when he had her pressed up against him like this. Her breasts were perfectly pillowy against his back, and her silky hair was tickling his skin.
Daphne's arms wrapped around his midsection and reached past him for the various bottles on a large shelf next to him. She grabbed one in particular that was filled with a viscous, shimmering, violet gel. The cork came out smoothly, and she dumped a healthy amount of the gel into her other hand before putting the bottle back on the shelf.
Harry was surprised when a moan escaped his lips as Daphne started rubbing her hands up and down his torso. The gel quickly frothed from the water on his skin, and it heated up nicely from Daphne's touch. She ran her hands over every inch of his chest and abs, leaving him faintly smelling of bergamot and earthiness, with just an underlying hint of spice. There must have been a Soothing Charm baked into the gel or maybe some type of potion designed to make his body relax, because Harry quickly felt the aches and pains of his duel begin to fade away.
She was careful with his injured shoulder, ensuring that she didn't poke or prod it. Her hands ghosted across his skin, gently clearing away the dried blood and leaving him feeling nice and relaxed. The tension that'd been built up there faded.
She moved onto his back next, still keeping her breasts against him. She grabbed the bottle again and poured the gel all over her breasts and then used them to rub the gel into Harry's skin. He could feel her heavy breathing in his ear as she cleaned him, bringing her hands to help out too.
Once she finished there, she knelt down and got to work on his lower half. She spent quite a bit of time massaging his calf muscles before she worked her way up to his thighs. She was perfectly gentle and yet had just the right amount of firmness that Harry liked.
Given the fact that Harry had only seen Daphne's bare breasts once before and never her fully nude like this, it was no wonder that his cock was as hard and stiff as it had been the first time he'd been with Astoria. Daphne had never really touched him before either, but that didn't stop her from letting her fingers run along his shaft and lather him up with that wonderful gel.
It felt nearly impossible to follow Daphne's 'no touching' rule when she was making him feel this down good. Her hands were gently stroking his shaft, making sure that it was fully covered in the lathered gel, and ended up working their way down to his balls. She gently played with them in her hands for a moment before deciding that she'd cleaned them enough.
Finally, Daphne stood back up. Her cheeks were pink from nervousness and embarrassment, but she stood proudly in front of him and let him get a good look at her body.
It was just as perfect as Harry knew it to be. Her large breasts were perfectly perky and delightful to look at. He desperately wanted to feel the weight of them in his hands, but there was more that was drawing his eyes. Just like when he'd seen her in her lingerie and bikini, the shape of Daphne's body was a classic hourglass figure. Her hips popped out nicely and gave way to the soft, supple curve of her plump arse. Like Astoria, she kept her pubic hair completely shaved off. He wished he could see those glorious pink lips between her thighs, but he'd need to kneel down to do so. He didn't want to interrupt the flow that Daphne was going with.
She stepped under the warm water again, and Harry was astounded by just how incredible she looked as those sparkly droplets ran down her body.
"Come here," she waved him forward.
He took a step closer, and Daphne wrapped her arms around his back and pulled his front firmly against hers underneath the spray of the shower. Harry groaned as his cock ended up trapped between her thighs. He could feel her damp pussy radiating an incredible amount of heat against the top of his shaft.
Daphne smiled at him as she helped rub the gel clear from his stick. She had to reach far to clean along his spine, and that made her thighs rub along his shaft in the most delightful way.
Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore, and he reached around and grabbed Daphne's arse in his hands.
She gasped. "I thought I told you no touching."
"You're driving me crazy here," he replied, giving her arse a squeeze. "I can't take it anymore, not when you look so incredibly beautiful."
Daphne looked away shyly. "Stupid…" she muttered under her breath.
"I'm stupid because I think you're beautiful?" Harry chuckled.
"Yes! No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head. "I'm supposed to be taking care of you right now, and you're…"
"I'm…" Harry said when Daphne didn't speak again for several seconds.
"You're driving me wild," Daphne said. She rubbed her thighs along his shaft again. "I want you so bad, Harry."
"So do I," he groaned.
She kissed him soundly, heating up every inch of his body with lust. They clung to each other, kissing for what seemed like minutes as they teased each other's bodies. But all of the teasing was getting to be too much for them, and they both wanted more.
Daphne shut off the shower and guided him out onto the mat in front of the shower. She bent over to grab her wand out of her robes, giving Harry a perfect view of her incredible arse.
With a simple wave of her wand, both Daphne and Harry were dried instantly.
"Go lie down on my bed," Daphne told him. "You're not supposed to aggravate your shoulder, remember. So let me take charge."
Harry was more than glad to. The loving way she'd washed his skin just now had been so intoxicating, and the thought of witnessing her beautiful body bouncing on top of his was bound to be just as much so.
Daphne followed him out into her room, where Harry quickly climbed on top of her bed and laid down. Daphne waited until he was settled before she followed him up. She crawled up to him on her hands and knees, looking like a lioness who'd just completed a fine hunt and was about to get her reward. She crawled over top of him and leaned in close to whisper into his ear.
"I did promise you my virginity for winning the Triwizard Tournament, didn't I?" Her eyes flashed with amusement as she sat back on his thighs and gripped his shaft in her delicate hands. "It's been quite a while since then, and if you think that you're good enough to duel again, surely you're ready for this."
Harry's mouth felt parched. He wasn't a virgin anymore, but being with Daphne brought back memories of what it was like to lose his virginity for the first time. The thrill of discovering something new, the excitement of connecting with another on such a physical level, and the mind-numbing bliss of a perfect orgasm that can only be brought about in partnership with someone else.
"I've been ready for this for longer than you can imagine," Harry told her.
"Good," Daphne said confidently. She shifted her hips, raising them above his. Her labia had plenty of moisture visible on them, and Harry's shaft was still nice and clean from Daphne's washing. It also seemed like it was slightly lubricated, perhaps from something in the gel she used. It'd make this easier, especially since it was her first time and he was so large.
The warmth that emanated from Daphne's pussy nearly made Harry thrust up into her. Her labia barely grazed along the tip of his cock, and he was already desperate to get inside of her.
A tingle ran throughout Daphne as she positioned herself perfectly above him. She got his cock perfectly centred against her tight opening. All it would take is a little drop and he'd be inside of her.
But Daphne hesitated.
Finally, a crack of nervousness showed on her face.
"My hymen is still intact," she told him when she noticed him staring up at her with a concerned look. "My parents insisted I never lose it except to my future husband, and my mum used an enchantment on my clothes to help keep it intact even when I was duelling, horseback riding, or exercising. I know it's going to hurt a bit."
"Astoria used a potion to help deal with it," Harry said, remembering all the way back to their fun at the Yule Ball.
"I took the same one," Daphne confirmed. "But it still stings a bit."
"We can always wait if you're not—"
"No," Daphne interjected firmly. "I want you now. I've never been more sure of anything else in my life. I just… could I kiss you while I go down?"
Harry nearly laughed. "Of course you can kiss me," he told her. "You don't have to ask permission."
"Right," Daphne said with a nervous smile.
Keeping her hips perfectly still, she laid down across his body until their faces were inches apart. Her gorgeous blue eyes stared into his green ones, and then their lips met.
A second into their kiss, Daphne started to sink down onto him. Harry groaned into her mouth as her incredible warmth surrounded the tip of his cock, but he didn't get much further before he felt the barrier blocking his passage.
Daphne hesitated for barely half of a second before she pushed down onto him. Harry made a tiny thrust upwards to help as she moved, and he felt the barrier tear.
"Fuck," Daphne hissed into his mouth as she stilled. She had most of his cock inside of her tight depths now. Her walls pulsed around him as she rode through the pain, and Harry did his absolute best to stay perfectly still to let her adjust to the new sensation. Being filled up with a cock of his size could be uncomfortable, even with enough foreplay to ensure that she was properly ready for him, and losing her hymen added another complication into the mix.
Still, the potion she took did its work, and it took little more than a minute before Daphne sank the rest of the way down onto him.
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck," Daphne whimpered as he filled her up completely. She was incredibly tight and hot around him, yet her walls remained supple and soft.
"Are you alright?" He asked her.
"Big," she whimpered again. "So fucking big."
She kissed him again as she grinded her hips against his. She kissed him with a tenderness and desperation that blew him away. Even their first kiss hadn't been as powerful as this one. There was something special about being truly connected with someone in this way that just made it all so electrifying.
"Take your time," Harry murmured against her lips when they needed to go up for air.
"I will," Daphne told him. "We've both waited too long to rush things now."
Harry felt like his mind was going to explode when Daphne started to ride him in earnest. Feeling her stirring his cock around inside of her pussy was nice and all, but there was nothing quite like the sensation of her walls gliding up and down his shaft, just begging him to pump a nice load of cum deep inside of her. Just the thought of it alone made his cock jump inside of her pussy.
Daphne let out a quiet giggle. "I never realised just how much I'd be able to feel you with you inside of me. You just moved then, didn't you."
"I did," he confirmed.
"Was it because of me?"
"Merlin, yes," Harry groaned, wrapping his arms around her back and keeping her luscious breasts pinned against his chest. "I was thinking about what it'd feel like to cum in you."
Daphne's eyes widened with excitement and lust. "We'll just have to see then, won't we," she said breathlessly.
Harry started to make small thrusts upwards to meet Daphne's motions. She was riding his cock slowly as she got used to the new range of motions and his girth inside of her, but it was still incredibly intimate and wonderful. He wanted to show her that he loved her just as much as she did him.
Even just the slight deviation from what Daphne had become accustomed to was enough to make her let out a sweet moan. Her body trembled, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck beside his uninjured shoulder as she continued to ride his cock.
"You feel so good," Harry murmured into her ear as his hands slid down her back to grab her arse again. He was never going to get tired of grabbing onto these two perfect cheeks.
"You too," Daphne mumbled against his neck.
Suddenly, she pushed herself back up so that she was sitting up straight on his cock and staring down at him. Her hands were planted firmly on his chest, squeezing her breasts in between her arms in a way that just made them really pop out.
Harry just relished the feeling of Daphne as she started to run along the full length of his cock in a single, smooth motion. Balancing herself on her knees, she was able to move absolutely perfectly to ride all the way up to the tip of his cock and all the way down to his pelvis. The pleasure was incredible. His hands roamed her curvaceous frame, touching every inch of skin like it was the first time he'd ever been with a woman.
Daphne lapped up all of the attention he was doling out on her. She stood tall and powerful as she rode his cock. All of her nervousness had long since faded away, and now she was fully in control of exactly what she wanted. And what she wanted was to ride Harry until both of them were screaming out in pleasure.
It was impossible not to lose himself to the wonder of Daphne's tight walls lavishing his cock. He swore that he could feel every single little curve of her pussy around him, and when she sank all the way down onto him, he felt like he was just barely touching her cervix. It was wonderful to be so utterly connected with her, and Harry knew that he wasn't going to last for much longer.
Thankfully, Daphne didn't seem to be able to hold on for long either. Each time she dropped onto his cock, her body shuddered, and her next drop was less coordinated. The thrill of being filled up by his meaty shaft and the pleasure that came along with it left her gasping for breath and shuddering at every little touch his hands made. Squeezing her arse, feeling up her breasts, running his hands along her hips, and gently grazing her clit all elicited wonderful reactions that told Harry that he was doing exactly what he needed to in order to make Daphne's first time special. She quickly became a quivering mess above him, and Harry grinned at seeing her in so much pleasure.
"Go ahead and lose yourself," he said softly to her as his fingers circled her clit. He gave her the most gentle touch and thrust upwards into her pussy as she dropped onto him. Their bodies collided in a loud smacking sound, and while Harry was able to hold back a groan of delight, Daphne's moan rang out like a musical note in a beautiful song.
"I—" Daphne tried to get out, but she ended up biting her lower lip and groaning as she dropped back down onto Harry's cock again.
"Cum for me, baby," Harry told her. "And then I'll cum for you."
Daphne trembled again and leaned forward as she rode back up his cock. The next time she dropped down onto him, she couldn't lift her hips back up. She was trembling so badly, but Harry knew that she hadn't hit her peak yet.
So, he lifted her arse and started to thrust up into her. He was as gentle and smooth as he could be, but the pleasurable sensation of her pussy made it impossible for him to maintain a consistent pace. He pounded into her pussy again and again as she cried out in pleasure until he felt her start to come undone.
The sight of Daphne throwing her head back, her hair dancing around her, and her body shaking as she came on top of his cock was a sight that Harry would never forget. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Harry memorised every little movement that Daphne made. Her pussy clenched up to an impossible tightness around his cock. He wouldn't have been able to move her except for the fact that he let go of her arse and let her entire weight drop onto his cock.
An explosion of pleasure radiated out through Harry's body as Daphne screamed.
"Daphne!" Harry groaned loudly as his own orgasm struck him. Her body pulsed in time with his, helping his seed to fire deep inside of her body. Harry felt like he'd transcended into a higher plane of existence as Daphne's pussy sucked the life out of his cock. He just revelled in the pleasure as she drained him completely dry.
Harry fought hard to breathe again as his orgasm started to fade. Daphne was no better as she panted heavily above him. Her pussy was still squeezing his cock something fierce, but it was weakening every second as she came to terms with the orgasm that'd made her scream.
Daphne collapsed down onto Harry's chest, breathless and overwhelmed by her first time having sex. Harry had no desire to move her off of him, so the two of them just laid there in their post-coital bliss.
This was what life was worth living for, Harry knew. The dark magic that'd plagued him seemed like less of a concern while he was in the arms of one of his two lovers. If he kept this up, maybe he could finally move past the dark thoughts that kept creeping into his mind.
But that would take time, as would his recovery. At least he could work through it with the two beautiful witches he loved most in this world.
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