"Will you be alright staying here this time?" Harry asked Zacharias Smith.
The blond-haired man glanced up from the countless reports scattered across his desk in the French Ministry and nodded. "I'll be fine," he answered. "Not like there's much to do here anyway. The French Aurors are more than capable of handling all of the stakeouts on possible Death Eater bases, and Head Auror Delacour is managing it all excellently. There probably won't be much in my reports back to you."
"Still, send them along anyways," Harry said. He needed to be kept up to date with everything going on in the French Ministry. As Head Auror, he'd gotten used to being constantly kept apprised of all ongoing operations, so it wasn't like it was a hassle. "I'm keen to see if the stakeouts bear any fruit. If Sebastian says that there's anything especially concerning or unusual, please send it on to me as soon as possible."
"Will do," Zacharias nodded again.
He was a dutiful man, and Harry trusted Zacharias to do what was necessary. He was a very diligent man, and Harry trusted him to hold down the fort over the weekend that he was back in Britain.
Navigating through the French Ministry of Magic seemed so foreign to Harry, yet the overall structure still reeked of bureaucracy. Each bureau was separated on different levels, much like back home in Britain, but the overall layout of each floor was more like a honeycomb. Cavernous rooms were interconnected through short corridors, and each room was generally comprised of two levels with the upper level being a catwalk that ran the circumference of the room. It was easy to accidentally stumble off of the main corridors that formed a cross and ran the length and width of the Ministry, and it was often necessary to do so in order to reach the closest staircase to the next level.
However, Harry never got lost in this place. He was famous after all, and despite some people's misgivings over anything British due to the Death Eaters' incursions into France, most Ministry workers were more than happy to offer assistance and guide him in the proper direction. He'd never been so thankful for translation charms as he was when he had half a dozen French women all rushing up to try to help him find his way down to the Portkey Room.
Eventually, he made his own way there, and found Elwyn and all of other British Aurors waiting for him—excluding Zacharias and two others who were left behind.
Elwyn snapped off a sarcastic salute as Harry entered the room. "All present and accounted for, sir."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Come off it, Elwyn. Let's just hurry up and get home. I bet everyone is eager to."
"They've been eager for the last half hour while waiting for you… sir," Elwyn let out a barking laugh as he teased Harry.
Nervous or embarrassed faces turned away from Harry's amused gaze. "Sorry," he said to everyone. "I had some last minute dealings to take care of."
That last minute dealing being fucking Gabrielle silly in her office after she finished her report in record time. She'd caught him just as he'd been about to leave after collecting his things and showed him her work. It'd been quite good, especially given how quickly she'd written it up, and she'd asked for a reward. Then, he'd taken a quick shower, gotten changed, and visited Zacharias before heading down here.
"Well, now that that's all over and done with, let's get going," Elwyn said.
The long corded rope that sat in the middle of the table was just waiting for Harry's touch. All of the other Aurors had their hands tightly gripping it.
Harry stepped forward and grabbed onto the rope too.
Suddenly, the world spun and blurred around him. Harry hated taking Portkeys ever since the final task in the Triwizard Tournament where he'd taken a Portkey to the Riddle Manor graveyard. Yet, they were a necessity.
His grip on the rope tightened for a moment until everything snapped back sharply into clarity and he could see the world around him.
"Welcome back," Tonks' smiling face met him.
She looked tired, more tired than he'd expected. Her normally vibrant hair was in its natural brown state, but it looked more subdued than usual. She hadn't even bothered to use her metamorphmagus abilities to cover up the bags under her eyes.
"Thanks," Harry smiled back at her before turning to his team. "Alright you lot. Go on home and get some rest. Spend some time with your families and do whatever you need to recharge. We'll be meeting back here in a couple days time to head back to France. Elwyn will have all of the details."
"You'll all get my owl tomorrow with the time we'll be meeting back up here," Elwyn announced to them all. "Now, get out of here."
Harry, Tonks, and Elwyn all watched and waited as the rest of the aurors trudged out of the room, clearly tired and ready for a reprieve from all of their work in France. Harry hoped that their time here would be relaxing. They'd need to be at the top of their game once they came back.
Things were progressing faster than he'd expected in France, and it was only a matter of time before another confrontation took place. He didn't know if it'd be big or small, but regardless, he didn't want to lose a single Auror on this mission.
Once they all left, Elwyn finally let out a long sigh. "I'll see you on Sunday, boss," he said.
"You've done good work so far," Harry told the man. "Go rest up."
"Yes sir," he saluted sarcastically again with a good-natured smile on his lips.
He left then, leaving Harry and Tonks alone.
Finally, Tonks visibly deflated. "I don't know how the hell you manage to keep up with everything around here. Even with Amelia's help, it's been a nightmare trying to run this place."
"It takes some getting used to," Harry admitted. "How have things been?"
"Fine, relatively," Tonks answered. "The Wizengamot has been stirring up a lot of trouble lately, trying to make our jobs more difficult. We raided a pub in Knockturn Alley that was playing host to a wannabe dark lord—the guy was just a small-time criminal with big ambitions that didn't match his skill set—and rounded him up and a few others. Problem is that the arrest warrant that one of our aurors made had a few errors in it, and now some of the pure-bloods and traditionalists are trying to argue that some of the arrests shouldn't stick."
"They're just trying to be a nuisance," Harry sighed. "Were the errors anything major or…"
"Not really," Tonks replied. "Just a few misspelt names, dates of birth, and so on. Nothing that could get the warrant thrown out entirely. It's a simple fix."
Harry shook his head. "Have you tried asking Daphne for help?"
"She was one of the first to jump on how ridiculous it was, but Rhys Orpington's faction is dragging along the process," Tonks explained. "As soon as Daphne managed to whip up enough support from a few of the other factions to let the matter rest, Rhys started in on a bunch of nonsense about the current state of the wizarding world, and the talks just broke down from there. Everyone gets riled up so easily that it's impossible to get anything done. It's been giving the Minister a lot of headaches."
Harry had seen a few articles in the Daily Prophet about that while he was in France, but he didn't doubt that it was even worse than the press made it out to be.
"Well, just keep staying the course. The matter will have to get sorted out eventually, and the suspects can just lounge around in the Ministry holding cells until then," he said.
"That's the plan," Tonks said. "Otherwise, things have just been a bit messy around here. I'm not exactly well suited to juggling so many different tasks at once. Amelia's help has been the only thing keeping me sane."
Harry nodded understandingly. "What about Proudfoot?" He asked.
Harry doubted that the man had given up in his quest to try to prove that Harry set Dawlish up and got him out of the way so that Harry could become the next Head Auror. It was true, obviously, but Harry had covered up his tracks well enough that Dawlish only had crumbs to go on. Even if Harry were to confront him, come clean, and explain that he did it to improve the Auror Department and Britain at large, that wouldn't matter to Proudfoot. He'd see Harry arrested for what he'd done, and Harry couldn't have that.
"Still the same," Tonks shrugged. "He's kept his head down. Amelia's been the one handling most of his assignments lately—she took on about a third of the Aurors to help lighten the load on my shoulders."
"Good," Harry said. Hopefully Proudfoot would be quiet for a time, but Harry had no doubt that he'd keep coming after Harry. He was a dedicated auror, one who wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie. Harry would need to do something about it eventually, but that was a problem for the future. "How's Teddy?"
"As adventurous as ever," Tonks smiled. "He misses you, you know."
"I know," Harry grimaced. "I'll be by Grimmauld Place tomorrow to spend some time with him."
"We have plans to visit Narcissa and Delphini at Malfoy Manor tomorrow, so why not visit us there instead," Tonks said.
Harry nodded in agreement. "Is everything else okay?" Harry asked her.
"Yeah, it's all been fine," Tonks said. "Other than the massive stack of paperwork on my desk."
"Want some help with that?" Harry offered sincerely.
"I'd love some, but you've got a pretty witch waiting for you," Tonks grinned. "Daphne made it pretty clear to me that the second I saw you, I was to send you to Greengrass Manor. And if you tried to fight me on it, she ordered me to stun you and drop your unconscious body on her doorstep."
Harry snorted in amusement. "This has been the longest that we've been apart since we got together."
"I can tell," Tonks laughed. "Go on and head on over to her place. You can apparate out of here, just don't forget about Teddy."
"I won't," Harry promised her as he turned on his heels.
Apparating right after taking a Portkey felt like hell, but Harry managed to keep himself together long enough to reach the entry hall of Greengrass Manor.
"Daphne?" Harry called out as he landed. Despite only being gone from this place for a couple of weeks, it felt like far longer.
A quiet pop sounded as Hobsy appeared only a few feet away from him. "Lady Greengrass is awaiting you in her chambers," she said with a bright smile. "She said that you are to join her at once, and that Hobsy is not to disturb either of you until you leave that room."
Harry snorted. Eager was she? Well, so was he.
"Thanks, Hobsy," Harry smiled at the dutiful house-elf.
Hobsy popped away again, leaving Harry to navigate his way up to Daphne's room. He didn't spot Anastasia around anywhere as he walked by, which he was thankful for. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle her ribbing, no matter how good natured it might be.
He crossed through the manor as quickly as he could without actually running. He felt so excited to see Daphne again that his heart was pounding in his chest. His mouth went dry as he reached the door to their bedroom.
As he pushed open the door to his and Daphne's bedroom, his nose was immediately assaulted by the scent of arousal. There, laying across the bed on her back in some emerald-green lingerie, was Daphne. Her beautiful blond hair was splayed out across the soft bedding, and her face was screwed up in pleasure as her fingers pumped into her wet pussy. Her panties had been pulled aside, leaving her pink core bare for Harry to see.
She writhed and twisted on the bed, squirming around like she could reach just the right spot she needed to itch inside of her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Daphne moaned softly under her breath. Her arse lifted off of the bed as she pushed her fingers deep inside of herself. She bit down on her lip and bucked her hips against her hand.
Harry was entranced by the beautiful display she was putting on for him. After a couple weeks apart, even with Gabrielle to stick his cock inside, nothing had been able to satisfy his cravings for his gorgeous girlfriend. There truly was no one else quite as perfect as her.
Harry stepped inside quietly and pushed the door closed behind him, finally making enough noise to alert Daphne to his presence.
Her eyes shot wide at first, fearing that she'd been caught by anyone else, but once she saw that it was Harry, a cheeky grin crossed her lips.
"You really couldn't wait for me?" He asked her, amusement evident in his tone.
"I already masturbated twice today," she admitted as she pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. "I thought that it'd be enough to tide me over until you actually got here, but then I put on this lingerie and started imagining your hands all over me, how you'd undress me. I just couldn't resist."
"Well, I can't exactly complain," Harry chuckled. "It's not every day I get to come home to something like this."
"No, it's not," Daphne agreed. "We've been far to remiss in our duties to each other. I say we both quit our jobs and spend our days shagging each other silly."
"We'd tire of it eventually," Harry argued playfully.
"Maybe physically," Daphne countered. "But I doubt I'll ever have my fill of you."
"How about a vacation once this business in France is over and done with?" Harry suggested as he shrugged off his outer robes. "We could find a beach somewhere on a private island and just roll around in the sun, fucking whenever we wanted, doing whatever we wanted."
"Now that you've got that idea in my head, you'd better follow through with it, mister," Daphne said. "I expect you to be ready to fuck me on command."
"I already am," Harry replied, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Then get over here," Daphne ordered him. "We've both been waiting long enough for this."
Harry rushed to get out of the rest of his clothes. He tossed them haphazardly around the room before pouncing on top of Daphne. She giggled and wrapped her arms around him as he leaned down to kiss her. There was nothing sweet and tender about their connection. It was pure, raw lust that was driving them on. Too much time away from each other had left them both desperate for this familiar touch, and they were both determined to drown in it.
The rise and fall of Daphne's chest squished her breasts up against his chest. It felt like it'd been years since he'd seen those two glorious orbs of flesh, so it was no wonder that his hands slipped between her back and the bed to unclasp her bra. Daphne shuffled her arms about, helping him to slip those silky straps down her arms.
Her breasts jiggled beautifully as Harry pulled the cups of her bra away from them. Her creamy skin was without a single blemish, and her rosy-pink nipples were already firm to the touch. Daphne brought her arms together, squeezing her breasts and making them perk up even more at him.
"Touch me," Daphne practically begged.
His hands weren't enough for this. He needed to lavish her with love with his lips.
Harry captured her left nipple right in between his lips and flicked his tongue across the sensitive nub as Daphne cradled his head against her. He kissed and sucked on it for a few seconds before switching over to her other nipple. Daphne let out a low moan and rolled her hips against him. He could feel her wetness leaving its mark on his skin.
"Fuck, I've missed you," Harry groaned as he went back to kiss her deeply again.
"I've missed you more," Daphne argued playfully, kissing him back hard.
As they rocked against each other, Harry's cock quickly hardened and started rubbing against Daphne's silky thighs. She deliberately pressed herself against him, lightly stroking his cock and getting him ready for what was to come.
Daphne pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. The intense look in her brilliant blue eyes made his heart pound in his chest.
"I need you inside of me right this second," she told him seriously. "I feel like I'm about to burn up from how turned on you're making me."
What else could he do but give his girlfriend exactly what she wanted?
The tip of his cock found her entrance easily, and between how wet she was and how much she'd worked herself up into a frenzy waiting for him to come home, it wasn't hard for him to push inside of her tight canal.
Daphne was as tight and needy as the first time they'd had sex. It was like their bodies were perfectly made for each other. He slid all the way down to the hilt inside of her, leaving them both groaning with the satisfaction of being completely together again.
Daphne's arms and legs tightened around Harry's body, holding him place deep inside of her long enough for her to start kissing him again. Once Daphne had a few seconds to give him the attention he so badly deserved, she loosened up her grip and let him start moving inside of her.
There was no need for anything slow or tender right now. That could come later tonight when they were cradling each other in the darkness, whispering nothing but loving words and moans of pleasure. For now, both of them simply needed their release, and that was what they were going to give each other.
Harry made long, deep thrusts into Daphne's pussy. Their bodies smacked together noisily, punctuated with grunts and moans from both of them. It was exactly what they needed after so long apart. They needed to remind each other that Daphne was his and Harry was hers.
The intense heat of Daphne's pussy drove Harry wild as he fucked her. There was something so special about the way their bodies responded to each other. He pounded down into her pussy with everything he had, and he was rewarded by one of the tightest squeezes his cock had ever experienced. It was just enough to make him gasp, and then the tightness returned to its normal levels and he was free to go right back to thrusting inside of her.
The rhythm that he set was perfect for Daphne. He could feel her coming undone beneath him, her body reacting exactly the way he'd hoped it would. Each thrust drew a moan so sweet that it satisfied Harry's craving to hear her voice. Her breasts bounced perfectly on her chest, titillating his mind, and her pussy clenched down on him whenever he hit that special spot inside of her.
Fucking Daphne was all so familiar. They knew the motions of each other's bodies quite well by now, but it made it no less thrilling to relive them again and again.
"Oh yes, fuck me, please," Daphne babbled, throwing her head back.
Harry kissed her neck as he rammed into her pussy. Her body was starting to twitch now, and he knew what was coming next. He wanted to feel her lose herself completely to him.
His hips started to move even more frantically than before as he imagined the amount of pleasure her orgasm could bring her. He loved hearing her sing to the heavens as to how good he made her feel, and he wanted her to hear the same when he came inside of her. Filling her with his cream marked her as his, even if the two of them were the only ones to see it.
"Harry!" Daphne cried out, her nails digging into his back. "I'm so—yes!"
Her walls shuddered around his cock. The intense bursts of tightness made Harry groan. He didn't stop thrusting into her, but he knew that he wasn't going to be able to keep that up for very long.
The second that Daphne's orgasm reached its pitch, her pussy clamped down hard around him, and Harry slammed himself as deep inside of her as he could go. He groaned out her name into her shoulder as his cock throbbed and unleashed a torrent of cum inside of her. Her walls helped to squeeze it out, filling her up with his seed.
It was all so intoxicating that Harry could do little more than hold on and ride out the overwhelming pleasure. Daphne's delicious moans filled his ears, reminding him that they were completely and utterly meant for each other. There was something different about Daphne's cries of pleasure compared to any other woman's. They struck something deeper within him and stirred up incredible emotions within his chest.
"I love you," Harry managed to get out before he groaned again. He bucked his hips against hers, pushing out the last few droplets of cum into her pussy. Then, he collapsed on top of her.
"I love you too," Daphne whispered, clinging to him so tightly.
The evening was still young, but both of them refused to move. They could have supper later. Right now, all they needed was to spend some time in each other's arms.
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