Summary: Daphne requests that Harry break up Astoria’s impending marriage to Draco, by any means necessary. Harry summons her the morning of the wedding to update her on his progress and demonstrate his unconventional technique.

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“I have to say, I was surprised when I saw your name on that letter, requesting a meeting,” Harry said, looking across his desk at his visitor. “I was told the Greengrass family prefers not to get the aurors involved in their business in any way, so I didn’t expect to have you or any other Greengrass pop into my office unless it was absolutely necessary.”

“Oh, but it is absolutely necessary, Harry Potter,” Daphne said firmly. Her face looked hard, cold and beautiful. Nothing had changed in that regard. Daphne had always been regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in the school back when he was at Hogwarts. It was entirely possible that the boys would have crowned her the most beautiful of all if she hadn’t been so cold and intimidating, and she’d lost none of that icy aura now.

But it didn’t work as effectively on Harry now as it might have then. He was a man now, well-established as an auror and quickly rising up through the ranks based on his ability rather than his fame. Daphne’s stare wasn’t going to work on him.

“Really, Greengrass? I don’t see any visible injuries or signs of distress.” He pointedly looked her over, using it as an excuse to check her body out as well. The fantasies the Hogwarts boys had whispered about her had been well earned, and her body had only become more mouth-watering as she put her schoolgirl days behind her and made her way as an adult and promising young potioneer If he thought his failure and her sister’s impending nuptials were amusing, she was going to show him just how little humor she found in the situation.

“Nevertheless, my need is vital.” Daphne stared at him with narrowed eyes, but as she pretty much always looked like that, he couldn’t be sure whether she’d caught him ogling her or not. “But I’m not asking for your service as an auror. This is a personal matter, Potter.”

“Oh? Now I’m intrigued.” Harry planted his elbows on the desk and leaned forwards, and not just so he could get a better look at the beautiful blonde. “I’m not supposed to take on private requests, but I’m interested to hear what would bring you of all people into my office. Let’s hear it, Greengrass. What do you need from me?”

“I assume you know that my little sister Astoria plans to marry Draco Malfoy next month,” Daphne said.

“Yes, so I heard,” he said, sighing. Already he could feel his interest diminishing. The mere mention of Malfoy’s name was enough to sour his mood. “I got the invitation in the

owl post. I hope you aren’t here to ask me to attend, because there’s no bloody way I’m going to that.”

Daphne scoffed. “Absolutely not,” she sniffed. “I’m here to ask you to stop it from happening.”

Harry laughed in surprise. “What? You don’t approve of your sister’s plan to marry young Lord Malfoy? I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d told me you’d set them up.

Didn’t he pretty much run Slytherin in our year, while you said and did nothing about it?”

“His father’s gold and influence was what gave him that power,” Daphne said. “On his own, Draco is nothing. He is a foul creature. My sister deserves better, but she’s never been good at making her own decisions.”

“Then you have better taste than I gave you credit for,” he said. “But if you think Astoria could do better, why don’t you just tell her as much?”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “Do you think I haven’t tried? My sister is stubborn. My mother and I have both tried to get through to her, but our efforts have only made her more determined to marry him.”

“So how am I supposed to stop it?” Harry asked. “I don’t know your sister. I’m not sure if I’ve ever even spoken to her.” Astoria was beautiful; Harry had seen her from afar, and even if he hadn’t known she was Daphne’s little sister, he would have suspected that there was a close relation between them. Her blonde hair was a shade darker than Daphne’s, her eyes were brown rather than blue and Daphne seemed to have a slightly bigger bust, but the family resemblance was obvious.

“I’ll leave that up to your discretion, Potter,” Daphne said, shrugging. “I’ve been following your auror career, and I’ve listened to you in the Wizengamot. You’ve shown a penchant for accomplishing things that no one expects you to. I want you to use whatever means are necessary, short of controlling Astoria’s mind, hurting her or threatening her in some way. It needs to be her that makes the decision, but I don’t want her hurt. Save for that, do whatever you have to do.”

“Don’t hurt Astoria,” he repeated. “Got it. I have to say, you’re really enticing me here.

When I see a dilemma in front of me, I can’t help but want to solve it, and I love having the freedom to improvise. And fucking over Malfoy is a definite perk.” Draco might have gotten cold feet about following in his father’s soiled footsteps and embracing the Death Eater mantra and methods, but he was still a prick.

“Is that a yes, Potter?” Daphne asked.

“It’s a yes,” Harry agreed, “assuming you can make it worth my time.”

“Since this obviously isn’t official auror business, I’ll make sure you’re handsomely compensated,” Daphne said. “Once Astoria comes to me and tells me that the wedding is off, I will transfer a substantial amount of gold into your Gringotts account.”

“Oh, I’ve got enough gold,” he said, waving his arm carelessly.

“Then what do you want, Potter?”

Harry grinned. He could feel a plan forming already, and while he would need to take some time and do some looking into Astoria before he acted, he had a feeling he was going to put every spare minute outside of work he could find into making this work.

After all, his plan would include not just the job, but the perks and the reward.

“Let’s just say that, if I carry out the job to your satisfaction, you’ll do me a favor.”

--

Daphne narrowed her eyes and squared her shoulders as the ancient house elf showed her through 12 Grimmauld Place and informed her that ‘Master Potter-Black’ was waiting for her in the bedroom to the left on the fourth floor. Potter had asked to meet with her here this morning so he could provide an update on the special ‘job’ she’d hired him for. She didn’t see the point; it was far too late. Her sister hadn’t said a peep about not going through with the wedding, and by the end of the day she would be married to that poor excuse of a man. Potter had failed to do his job, and if he’d summoned her here just to tell her that, she was going to rip him a new arsehole for wasting her time.

The bedroom the elf had directed her to was closed, so she knocked on the door. “I’m here, Potter,” she said. “Let’s just get this over with. I have a busy day ahead of me.”

“Yes, you do,” Potter said through the door, and then he let out what sounded to her like a chuckle. “Come in, Daphne.”

If he thought his failure and her sister’s impending nuptials were amusing, she was going to show him just how little humor she found in the situation. As she grabbed the doorknob and pulled, she was already preparing the speech she was going to give him once he confirmed that he had failed to stop Astoria from marrying Draco. But then she pulled the door open and saw Harry standing there, and her words of derision died in her throat.

“Ahh, welcome, Daphne,” he said, turning his head to the side and grinning at her.

Despite being completely naked, he wasn’t even slightly shy about having her walk in and join him. “Like you said, you have a busy day ahead of you. But you’re not the only one, are you? Today’s a big day for your little sister.”

This was true, but not in the way Daphne would have thought before she opened this door. Harry hadn’t been waiting in here for her alone. Astoria was there too, but she

wasn’t standing on her feet. She was kneeling in front of him, and even if their bodies hadn’t been turned to give Daphne a perfect side view of Astoria’s head bobbing on his dick, she would have been able to tell what was going on easily enough. Those sucks and slurps would have been a dead giveaway. Astoria wasn’t just sucking Harry’s cock; she was doing her very best to swallow it all.

That was likely easier said than done, though. Astoria was still a virgin, as per the terms of her betrothal agreement with Malfoy, and as far as Daphne knew, she had no more experience with anything else. But even a witch who’d spent as much time on her knees as Pansy Parkinson would have struggled with a cock this large. Based on what she could see of it when her little sister pulled back, Harry’s cock looked like it might be big enough to make a veela gag around it.

“What is the meaning of this?” Daphne mumbled. Her voice had lost all of its confidence and bluster. The shock of what she’d walked in on still had her reeling, and for one of the few times in her life, Daphne felt like she didn’t have a clue what was happening or what she should do next.

“Do you really not understand?” Harry asked, cocking his head at her. Even while her sister sucked his dick with all of that stubborn determination Daphne was so familiar with after growing up with her, Harry still had no difficulty speaking with her. “This was all your idea, you know.”

“My idea?” Daphne said, staring at him like he’d grown a second head. “It was my idea for my precious little sister to cover her face with her own saliva because she’s stubborn enough to try and fit your whole cock in her mouth? What the fuck are you talking about, Potter?” Daphne wasn’t usually one for cursing. She viewed it as a sign of weakness if she couldn’t make her point without resorting to using such vulgar words out loud. But if ever there had been a time for her to let an expletive fly, this was it.

“Stop my sister from marrying Malfoy. Don’t hurt her or take control of her mind, but other than that, do whatever you have to do to convince her not to marry him.” Harry grabbed Astoria’s hair in both hands and rocked his hips forward, fitting even more of his cock into her mouth. Astoria couldn’t prevent the gag from coming out, but Harry continued to look at Daphne. “That was your request, remember? You left it up to my discretion how I got it done, and I took it upon myself to come up with a plan. As you can see, it worked. Stori doesn’t give a shite about Malfoy anymore. Do you, Stori?” Harry let go of her head and put his hands at his sides.

Astoria had always hated nicknames and resisted any and all attempts to shorten her name. When Daphne called her Tori, Stori or any such nickname, it was only because they were in the middle of a disagreement, and she knew it would get under her little sister’s skin. But when Astoria pulled her mouth off of Harry’s cock, she showed no traces of annoyance. As a matter of fact, she looked delighted. She looked up at Harry from her knees, naked adoration on her face.

“No, Harry,” Astoria said, shaking her head. “I couldn’t care less about Draco.”

“And you don’t have any intention of marrying him, do you?” he pressed. “Tonight, or any other night?”

“No! ” Astoria said vehemently. She seemed disgusted at the very idea. It hadn’t been so very long ago that she had giggled with girlish delight at the thought of being the new Lady Malfoy, entering fancy balls and galas on Draco’s arm, wearing only the finest clothes and most expensive jewels, and living a life of lazy extravagance. This was a massive change for her, and one that Daphne wouldn’t have thought possible if she wasn’t seeing it for herself and hearing the vehemence in her sister’s voice.

“You see, Daphne?” Harry said, nodding. “I did it. I used my discretion, came up with a plan, and carried it out successfully. Thanks for giving me plenty of time to figure out how best to seduce her. Honestly, I think I could have sealed the deal four or five days ago if I’d pushed for it, but I figured I might as well take my time.”

“You definitely could have fucked me five days ago,” Astoria offered. “I’ve been ready to give myself to you for at least a week. Maybe longer.”

Harry laughed and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, and Astoria beamed and nuzzled his hand like a cat. “That’s good to know, Stori. Still, something about Draco waking up this morning thinking he’s going to get married tonight and getting ready for his wedding while his would-be wife slobbers all over my dick, just sounded like too much fun to pass up.”

“I see.” Daphne cleared her throat and found her voice. It was easier for her to compose herself now that her sister was no longer bobbing her head on Potter’s cock, though she would acknowledge that the unobstructed view this gave her of said cock was quite distracting in its own right. But she was able to turn her head lest she stare at it too long, and she didn’t have to hear the lewd sounds Astoria’s mouth made while she sucked.

“You’re a bit more vengeful than I gave you credit for, Potter. You waited until the day when it would hurt Draco most before you took his fiancée from him. You might have made a good Slytherin.”

Harry laughed. “Funny you say that. The Sorting Hat wanted to put me there. If I hadn’t already met Malfoy and had him color my perception of Slytherin, I might have been a snake just like you.”

That was an interesting thought. How different would Slytherin have been during her years at Hogwarts if Harry Potter had brought his influence into Salazar’s house? Thanks to Malfoy, she would never know. But this wasn’t the time to ponder over that hypothetical. Potter had done the job, and even if this wasn’t how she’d imagined it going, her sister fooling around with him was an alternative she much preferred to Astoria marrying Malfoy.

“Well regardless, you’ve done what I asked you to do,” Daphne said, still keeping her head turned away from him and his cock. “I will admit that I never imagined your efforts would take such a, erm, lewd direction, but you accomplished it nevertheless. I will leave you two to your privacy, and you can send an owl along whenever you’ve decided what favor you want to request from me as your payment.”

“You don’t need to go anywhere, and I don’t need any time to think about what I want from you,” Harry said before she could even take a step back towards the door. “I’ve known what I was going to ask for from the very beginning.”

“What is it, then?” she asked.

“You’re going to pull up a seat, make yourself comfortable and watch while I take your sister’s virginity,” Harry stated.

“You want me to watch you shag my sister?” Daphne fought the blush that threatened to come over her, but it was a near thing. “That’s your favor?” She’d lamented the vagueness of their agreement over the last month despite feeling it was worth whatever he asked if he could actually break up the wedding, but she’d expected some kind of political favor or something. Him asking her to be a voyeur had never occurred to her.

“To start with, yes,” he said. “That’s the first half of the reward. I’ll ask for the second half once I’m done. Unless you wish to back out on our deal?”

“No,” Daphne said, already conjuring a comfortable chair she could sit in. “Greengrasses take our agreements seriously, whether they be contractual or verbal.”

“That’s what I was counting on,” he said, smiling.

--

Daphne thought she was coming here for a simple status update, and she’d expected that update to be as simple as Harry telling her that he hadn’t been able to do it and her sister would be marrying Malfoy that very day as planned. What she’d come for instead was to sit and watch Potter carry her sister over to the bed, toss her down onto it and yank her lacy white knickers down her legs. Daphne assumed that those lacy knickers and the matching bra had originally been purchased with Draco’s eyes in mind, for him to admire briefly on their wedding night before he took her.

But Draco would not see her like this; not tonight, and not ever. Daphne was happy about that, but Malfoy and the need to get her sister away from him felt like an increasingly less significant matter as she watched Astoria get down on her hands and knees at a word from Harry. For a girl who had never wanted to do a single thing her sister, her parents or anyone else told her to do, Astoria seemed to have no problem whatsoever obeying Harry’s requests.

Despite how gorgeous Astoria looked, down on all fours and shaking her arse at him, Harry did not hurry into position behind her. He moved slowly enough that Daphne got her clearest and longest look yet at his cock. It really was as big as it had seemed. Unlike her sister, Daphne was not a virgin, but this was still bigger than anything she’d taken, and it wasn’t close. She worried that untouched Astoria might not be able to handle it, even as another part of her, a part that she tried to ignore, wondered how it would feel if she was the one on her hands and knees and preparing to receive that cock.

Harry’s head turned towards her suddenly, and he smirked as he caught her staring straight at his dick. “I was going to tell you to keep your eyes on us, but I guess I didn’t need to do that, huh?” Daphne said nothing, but she could feel herself losing her battle with her blush this time. He placed his left hand on her sister’s arse, which Daphne noted was more of a heart shape, in contrast with her rounder and thicker bum. His right hand grabbed his cock and guided it into position.

“Just in case, I’ll remind you,” he said, looking over at Daphne while he rubbed the tip of his cock against her sister’s outer lips. “I want you to watch this. So don’t look away, yeah?”

Daphne nodded while staring at his cock rubbing against Astoria’s entrance. Would she have been able to look away even if she’d been asked to? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was a good thing he was asking her to do the exact opposite.

With her compliance confirmed, Harry returned his attention to her sister. “Ready, Stori?

Ready for me to take you?”

“Please,” she whimpered, reminding Daphne of how she sounded when she was begging their parents for something she desperately wanted. And just like they had inevitably given in and indulged her, Harry didn’t deny her. He pushed forward and slid his cock inside of her, making her gasp as she was penetrated by a man for the first time.

Daphne worried that he might treat her cruelly and fuck her without concern for her comfort, which would have been disastrous since Astoria was a virgin. Even an experienced witch might have found him difficult to take if he wasn’t careful with her, so Astoria would have been out of her depth if Harry had simply taken her. But her worries were unfounded. Astoria hissed when he pierced her hymen, and rather than continuing to push forward and fuck her, he paused.

“Take a few seconds, Stori,” he said, sounding surprisingly gentle. His hands stroked up and down Astoria’s back and sides slowly. “We’re going to make this a night you’ll never forget. But only when you’re ready for me.”

“Please,” Astoria said after a bit of a pause. “Please move, Harry. I want to feel you.”

Harry heeded her and began to move, but even now he did not hurry. His hands rested on Astoria’s hips and he slid his cock back and forth inside of her slowly, giving her ample

time to get used to the feeling of being stretched by his thickness instead of trying to jam it all into her like a more selfish lover would have. He was taking great delight in stealing Draco’s would-be wife away from him on what was supposed to be their wedding day, but clearly it was important to him that she enjoyed herself along the way. Potter had the power to break her sister, but he was using that power to ease her into sex one step at a time.

It was a considerate approach, and Astoria might not have realized how fortunate she was that he was treating her as such. But after several minutes of him being careful and giving her a mild introduction to sex, Astoria seemed to decide that she wanted more.

Astoria turned her head back to look at him. “Fuck me, Harry!”

“I thought that’s what I was doing,” he replied, giving her heart-shaped arse a squeeze in between thrusts.

“But I need more! ” she whined, getting petulant again. “I don’t want you to be gentle with me! I wanna get shagged! Do it hard, please! I know you can do it!”

Harry chuckled. “Yes, I can,” he said, continuing to shag her at the same pace he’d built up to. “But you should be careful what you wish for, little virgin Stori. I just might break you.”

“Do it!” she insisted. “I can take it, Harry! I want you to fuck me! That’s what I came here for!”

“Hmm.” Harry looked at Daphne again. “What do you think, big sister? Should I give her what she’s begging for?”

“You might as well,” she said, shrugging. “I know my sister. She’s stubborn. If you refuse her, she’ll just keep begging.” And sometimes the only way that she learned was by biting off more than she could chew and having to discover her limits the hard way.

“Guess that settles it, then,” he said. “But I’ll give you a way out, little Stori. If it gets to be too much for you and you want me to slow down, just say the word quaffle. That’s your magic word that’ll make it all go away. But unless I hear that word, I’m going to really fuck you.”

“You’re never going to hear it,” Astoria said stubbornly. “Never.”

“We’ll see,” Harry said, laughing. And then he started. One second he was laughing, and the next he was shoving his hips forward, hard. Astoria gasped at abruptly absorbing such a forceful thrust, but he hadn’t even truly gotten started yet. As quickly as he’d thrust his cock into Astoria, he pulled it back and did it all over again. He had worked his way up to a decent pace initially, though it had been as obvious to Daphne as it was to Astoria that he could have fucked her much harder.

But Daphne was still surprised at just how much he’d actually been holding back. His hips hammered forward and bounced off of Astoria’s heart-shaped arse with ferocity unlike anything she’d ever seen. Harry’s cock, that huge cock Daphne had been trying so hard not to stare out and imagine inside of her, wasn’t sliding back and forth inside of Astoria’s pussy anymore. He was shoving it in now, going in hard and deep, and not even giving her time to catch her breath or collect her thoughts before he went right back and did it again.

Harry really was fucking her with everything that he had, and it was beyond Daphne’s wildest imagination. Astoria should have been pleading for him to slow down. Maybe she wouldn’t have been able to hear it from where she was sitting, over the sharp smack of Harry’s hips meeting Astoria’s arse, but Harry surely would have. With one word, quaffle, Astoria could bring a stop to, or at the very least take a break from, a fuck that should have had her virgin self desperate for a way out.

Astoria didn’t take it though. She didn’t use the safe word Harry had given her; no matter how unprepared she had been for what it felt like to have him go all-out. Daphne might have believed that this was just her stubbornness preventing her from taking the easy way out of a situation that was beyond her, but that wasn’t it. Her stubbornness probably did play a part, but this was more than that. It was hard to tell since the breath was literally getting fucked right out of her, but there were moments where Daphne could hear moans trying to escape her sister’s throat. Astoria’s body was being put through more strain than any witch should reasonably endure during her first time, if ever, but she was enjoying this incredibly rough ride.

Just how tough it was on her body was made abundantly clear when her trembling arms gave out on her and she flopped down onto her face in the middle of the bed. But Harry didn’t stop fucking her, and she didn’t ask him to. Harry kept to the same unyielding pace that had put Astoria on her face in the first place, and since her falling over had naturally arched her back and made her arse stick up into the air invitingly, he put his hands on her cheeks and squeezed while he shagged her.

“I’m impressed, little Stori,” Harry said. “I thought for sure this would be too much for you. But you’re taking it surprisingly well. And you’re enjoying it too, aren’t you?”

Astoria just squealed into the bed sheet, but that was as good as a yes. Harry knew full well that the woman who had promised to marry Draco Malfoy found the position of being shagged through the mattress by his lifelong enemy to be a far better fate than becoming the Lady Malfoy, and so did Daphne.

Astoria’s squeals got even louder after another minute or so, and Daphne watched her legs shake and kick mindlessly. While she was still trying to figure out exactly what it meant, Harry let her know.

“Yes, that’s it, little virgin Stori,” he said. “Cum all over my cock. While that dumb fucking ferret gets ready for a wedding that’s never going to happen, let me feel how much you like getting fucked by my cock.”

Harry kept fucking Astoria through her orgasm, and when his hands moved from her arse to her shoulder blades to keep her pinned down to the bed, Daphne sensed that his own orgasm wasn’t too far off. Thinking about Astoria’s virgin status made Daphne wonder if her sister was taking the contraceptive potion, or if the thought had even crossed her mind.

“Here it comes, little virgin Stori,” Harry said, his voice getting lower and rougher now as he neared his end. “I’m going to cum deep inside of you. Maybe I’ll give you a wedding present and knock you up. Wouldn’t it be fun to tell the world that instead of becoming Lady Malfoy, you’re carrying a Potter in your belly?”

If that didn’t make Astoria scream the word quaffle, nothing would. She did scream loudly, but even from where Daphne was sitting, and even with her face pressed into the sheet, it was inarguably a scream of excitement. Astoria didn’t fear what was moments away from happening. She wanted it.

She wanted it, and she got it. Harry followed through on his promise, keeping her pinned to the bed while he came deep inside of her apparently unprotected pussy. Whether or not the second half of his boast came true or not was something that they would all learn later, but he seemed to be working hard to try and make it a reality.

Daphne’s eyes widened when he pulled out, and she got a better look at how much cum he’d just pumped into her sister. There was plenty of it sticking to her thighs and dripping down onto the bed beneath her, and if all this was what had just come back out, there had to be a massive quantity still inside of her.

“Impressed?” Harry asked, pulling her out of her focus on his sperm. Her eyes snapped to his face, and she saw him grinning at her.

“You could say that,” she said faintly. He kept smiling, and she cleared her throat, wondering when the room had gotten this hot. She needed to regain her composure; this wasn’t her. “I’ve given you the reward you asked for. Will there be anything else, or can I go?”

“Actually, you’ve only given me the first half of my reward,” he said. “I told you I would ask for the second half once I was done with Astoria. That would be now, seeing as she’s now probably going to be passed out until well after the point where Draco is going to start to worry about not hearing from her.”

“Yes, I’d nearly forgotten,” Daphne said. “Very well. What is the second half of this reward?

“Look down, Daphne,” he said. “Away from my eyes.”

Her eyes drifted down as instructed, and she gasped when she saw that he was somehow hard again. How in the fucking hell could anyone already be aroused again after all of that?! She looked back into his eyes, shocked and looking for answers. What she got instead was the smile of a man who did not seem the least bit fatigued or sated.

“The second half of my reward, Daphne, is you.”

--

Daphne was cunning enough to realize that she hadn’t made any binding promises to Harry or actually agreed to any specific parameters on what he could demand for his reward. She hadn’t said anything, and certainly hadn’t signed anything, that would bind her. If she really wanted to, she could have successfully talked her way out of needing to do a thing.

But she hadn’t done that. Even though she’d been well aware of the multiple paths available to her that would have allowed her to walk out of Grimmauld Place cleanly, she kept those paths to herself and never even considered trying to take any of them. While her pride tried to insist that she was merely ensuring that Potter was satisfied with their agreement and would not try to exact some form of revenge in the future, she knew the truth deep down. While watching him fuck Astoria, there was one thought that she couldn’t shake. How would it feel if he fucked her like that?

He didn’t make her wait long to find out, because as soon as she nodded her head and accepted the second half of the reward he was due, Harry got up from the bed and marched towards her intently.

“Don’t get up,” he said before she could lift her arse off of the chair. “I’ll come to you.”

Daphne was startled when, with a simple wave of his hand, he wandlessly and nonverbally extended her conjured chair to give him more room to shove her backwards into it. He wasn’t done with the displays of wandless and nonverbal magic, because another wave of his hand saw her clothing vanished off of her body. She didn’t even have time to ask him where it had gone before he put his hands under her thighs and pushed her legs up straight into the air.

“Keep those legs up,” he said gruffly. Daphne just nodded numbly, not knowing how else to respond. This was nothing like any of her previous sexual encounters. She was as used to controlling the situation in bed as she was in all other aspects of her life, and if any previous lover had even entertained the idea of being so presumptuous, she would have cut them down quickly.

Harry was swiftly taking her outside of her comfort zone, and as he planted his legs on either side of the chair and lined his cock up, she wondered if she would ever return.

When he slid his cock inside of her, giving her a deep initial thrust that bore no resemblance to the gentle beginning he’d given Astoria, she knew the answer. There was no turning back from this.

“Time to take my reward,” Harry said, leaning his upper body forwards so he could rest his hands on the top of the chair. “Popping Astoria’s cherry on what was supposed to be her wedding day was fun, but I always had this in the back of my mind. Every boy in Hogwarts dreamed of having you in this position. But I’m the one who gets to fuck your brains out.”

He began to thrust, and if Daphne had thought the initial penetration was rough and deep, that was merely the prelude. His legs flexed as he practically squatted down with each big thrust inside of her, and his grunts of exertion were matched by her groans and the sound of his balls smacking against her flesh. Daphne had fully expected something fierce and demanding; she’d seen what he’d done to her sister. But watching was one thing, and feeling it was another. Had he really fucked Astoria this hard, and on her first time no less? Her little sister was tougher than Daphne gave her credit for.

Daphne, while not a woman who traded sexual favors for gold or influence like Parkinson, was not a virgin either. She might as well have been though, because Harry’s cock pounding balls-deep into her over and over again felt so different from everything she knew about sex that she didn’t know if the two experiences could fairly be put in the same category. Her arse jiggled wildly against the chair, her legs trembled, and her lungs burned as Harry did his best to make good on his promise to fuck her brains out. Maybe he’d already accomplished it for real, for all she knew. Her head certainly felt fuzzy enough for it to be a possibility.

She would never control this man or dictate his actions. How could she? Any time she even tried, she would remember this moment of him drilling her and making her scream herself hoarse, and any thoughts of manipulation would have died a swift death. Harry Potter was fucking her like a bitch, he was shagging her like she belonged to him, and Daphne’s defenses were too weak for her to even pretend that she didn’t love every second of every powerful thrust into her.

In her experience, sex was about give and take, and by the end she had contributed at least as much to it as her partner. She was utterly useless here though. There were no words, no gestures and no suggestions from her, and she had no performance to give.

Harry did it all, and all Daphne could do was hold onto his surprisingly muscular thigh, keep her trembling legs high in the air and scream her heart out as he squatted above her, fucked her and claimed her. She might not have been a virgin for him to break in like he had Astoria, but there was no doubt in her mind that she was being claimed just as purposefully as her sister had been.

A sudden shrieking hurt her ears, and it came as a shock to her when she realized that it was coming from her. Daphne hadn’t known that she could make a sound like that, but then, she’d never known that an orgasm could feel this intense either. If he were to tell

her that he had modified the Cruciatus curse to replace the excruciating pain with pleasure in an equal amount, she would believe him. It felt like it could have the same result as the torture curse, because she couldn’t see how she would ever get her mind working properly again if this went on for too long. Her entire body shook, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt her tongue lolling out of her mouth. If this was what he’d meant by fucking her brains out, he’d succeeded without a doubt.

Daphne was so out of it that she didn’t even notice him pull his cock out of her a short time later, nor did her mind register the cum spraying across her belly after he pulled her legs back down. She didn’t hear the words Harry said either; she was already well on her way to joining her sister in her passed-out state.

“Well, that was fun,” Harry said. “Maybe I should take a couple of magical photographs of the bride and her big sister. Draco did invite me to the wedding; I probably owe him an explanation as to why I couldn’t make it. Not like Astoria’s going to be in any state to write him a break-up note any time soon anyway.”