Ch 11
Astoria beamed with delight as Harry accepted her request to enter into a romantic relationship with Daphne. Honestly, looking back on it now, he never would have imagined that his relationship with Astoria would have led him to this place. Not only did he have the most incredible, brilliant, talented, and beautiful girlfriend in the world, but she wanted him to help make Daphne just as happy as she was with him.
There were a million little ways this could go wrong, but Harry's heart told him that they'd be able to work through anything that caused them to stumble.
Astoria kissed him again as she pushed him back down onto the bed. Harry wrapped his arms around her back as she crawled onto his lap and pressed her body against him.
"You know, all those weeks when we were stuck at home, I dreamt of you almost every single night," she murmured huskily.
"Yeah?" Harry replied, feeling the mood she was trying to set. "What happened in them?"
"Most of them were boring," she admitted with a quiet giggle, "but there was one that stuck out in my mind. You came to my room at night and managed to sneak inside somehow. You woke me up with a kiss, and then we spent the entire night together making love."
"Well, we're together now," Harry pointed out, bringing a sultry smile to Astoria's lips. "Why don't we make your dream a reality?"
"My thought exactly," she giggled again as she leaned down to kiss him.
Even though he and Astoria had kissed back at her home, they were always relatively chaste and guarded in case her mother were to show up. Now, they were able to unleash the fullest of their passions.
Harry couldn't help but moan into the kiss as Astoria's tongue slipped into his mouth. He'd nearly forgotten just how feisty she could be when she had her mind set on something like this. With her lying on top of him, he could feel that she didn't have anything on underneath her robes. Her nipples were hard enough that he could make them out through the thin fabric she had on, and the heat from her core was undeniably radiating out onto his crotch.
The feeling of finally being touched by Astoria like this again was driving Harry wild with lust. As she rubbed her clothed pussy against him, he pressed his hips up needfully against her to try to maximise the friction.
Astoria giggled into the kiss, feeling his desperate eagerness for more. "Just lay back and relax," she murmured softly against his lips before giving him one last kiss.
Harry obeyed her commands and rested his head against his pillow as Astoria slowly crawled her way down his body. All he had on was a simple pair of pants, but they disappeared when Astoria sneakily tapped her wand against them.
The moment his hard cock was exposed to the air, Astoria grabbed it firmly with her hand and then nestled herself in between his legs. She rested his hard shaft along her delicate cheek, letting the head brush away some of her hair from in front of her eyes.
"Merlin, I've missed this," she said before she licked the base of his shaft. She left a trail of kisses up his shaft as she worked her way up to the head, and then she opened her lips and devoured him.
Even though Astoria had given him plenty of blowjobs before, they'd never go so long before without touching each other like this. Her mouth felt so much hotter than it ever had before, and the sensation of it made his cock throb in her mouth as she slowly started to take more of him inside of her.
Astoria's wet tongue lavished his cock with generous strokes. She flicked her tongue from side to side, lathering the underside of his shaft with saliva, and then twirled up and around his cock as far as she could make it to ensure that the topside of his cock got enough love and attention too. She knew all of his weak points too, and she didn't hold back from touching them to make Harry squirm in pleasure on the bed.
Through her long eyelashes, Astoria looked up at him as she started to swallow more of his cock. She was working her way down at a measured pace, going inch by inch smoothly, only pausing to let her tongue get each new section of his cock nice and wet. She looked so fucking perfect with her pouty lips around his shaft, and the way she was looking at him told him that she knew how good she was making him feel.
Suddenly, Astoria pushed her mouth down to the base of his cock, taking every inch inside of her mouth and throat.
"Astoria!" Harry gasped as his hands shot out and grabbed fistfuls of her hair. Her tight, hot, wet mouth felt incredible around him, and he just needed to experience the sensation for just a moment longer so that he could try to memorise it.
One second passed, then another, then another, and then just one more before Harry's grip eased up and Astoria slowly worked her way back up his shaft. Saliva was dripping out of the corners of her mouth, running down his shaft and her chin. Astoria wiped the later trails of saliva away but used her hands to pump Harry's cock and spread her saliva around to anywhere that was looking a little too dry.
Just as Astoria went back to put her mouth on him, Harry held up his hand to stop her. "I'm not going to last if you keep going on like that," he chuckled.
"What's wrong with that?" Astoria said with a predatory gleam in her eyes. She stuck out her tongue and licked along the head of his cock. "I like making you cum."
"There's somewhere else I'd rather cum," Harry said as he glanced down at her body.
Astoria followed his gaze and then released his cock and sat up on her arse. She reached up onto her robes and teasingly started to undo the buttons that were holding them in place, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The narrow valley in between her perky breasts came into view, and then her milky skin on her belly.
As the last button came undone, Astoria's robes slipped off of her shoulders and pooled around her hips.
She looked so beautiful that Harry felt his mouth dry out almost instantly. Her breasts were perfect, and her wide hips were begging to be held onto with his hands.
He knew how he wanted to take her.
"Get on your hands and knees," Harry practically ordered her, feeling a renewed surge of lust kick into place.
Astoria was clearly feeling that same type of lust because she eagerly flipped around and stuck her arse out for him, showing off her dripping, pink pussy between her thighs. Her plump arse cheeks jiggled lightly as she shook her arse playfully at him and glanced over her shoulder at him with the most sultry look in her eyes.
Harry pounced on her, leaning down to kiss her while he fumbled around trying to get his cock inside of her. He felt so desperate to feel the inside of her pussy again after not having been with her for so long.
As he was awkwardly stretching to kiss Astoria, Harry finally managed to slide the tip of his cock in between her wet lips and push inside of her. Astoria gasped loudly as his thick cock stretched her out for the first time in a couple of weeks, giving both of them the satisfaction that they were so desperately craving.
Harry cursed and broke off the kiss as Astoria's pussy clenched up around him. He straightened his back and grabbed onto Astoria's hips, holding her so tightly that he was sure his fingers would leave an imprint on her skin. Her pussy was pulsing around his cock, massaging it so pleasurably that he was unable to move.
"Fuck, this feels good," Astoria moaned loudly.
"I'm barely halfway in," Harry whined.
"I know. Just give me a second," Astoria replied before she moaned again. Her pussy was still squeezing him, but it was adjusting to his girth quickly. After just a moment, Harry was finally able to move forward inside of her again.
Harry pulled Astoria back onto his cock, watching with rapt attention as his cock slowly disappeared into her pussy. The lubrication of Astoria's saliva helped him to slide in easily, and in seconds, he was completely buried inside of her.
Both of them let out sighs of satisfaction now that they were finally connected like this again. It just felt right being inside of Astoria, and he was sure that she felt the same about having him inside of her.
Harry couldn't wait long before he started fucking Astoria. He gave her a few more seconds to adjust to his girth and then quickly pulled his hips back. With how close he had already gotten from her mouth, he knew that he wasn't destined to last long in her pussy, but he was going to make the most out of the experience for the both of them. Astoria always loved those rough quickies they'd had in the abandoned classrooms near the library when they'd needed a break from studying, so he was going to try to recreate that here.
Holding her hips in place, Harry slammed his hips forward and rammed his cock into Astoria's pussy. She cried out in pleasure and buried her face in his bedsheets while leaving her arse up in the air so that he could keep fucking her.
The sound of Harry's hips smacking off of Astoria's arse let off a rhythmic beat. Harry fucked her hard and fast, giving long and powerful strokes that saw him filling her up in an instant. Harry was left gasping from how good her pussy felt around his cock, and Astoria was moaning into his mattress as she experienced the pleasure that they'd missed out on for so long.
Astoria's pussy seemed to get wetter with each thrust of Harry's cock into her. The sound of her pussy squelching joined the sounds of his hips hitting her arse and their respective sounds of pleasure. Harry had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to maintain some degree of control over himself.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Astoria cried out. "Don't stop!"
Even though Harry was trying to keep her hips held in place, Astoria fought against him and slammed her arse back to meet his thrusts. The resulting smack between their bodies left Harry reeling from the pleasure, but he refused to let it shake his rhythm. If Astoria was doing this, then it was because it increased her pleasure even more, and he wasn't going to deny her that.
Astoria's walls fluttered around his cock as he kept up his relentless assault of pounding into her pussy with his hard cock. Her voice practically rose an octave too—a sure sign that she was getting closer to her own orgasm.
Harry already felt like he was at the breaking point. The pleasure that was concentrated in his cock had built up to the point that he needed to release it inside of her, but he tried to hold on for as long as he could
Then, suddenly, there was nothing he could do. Harry groaned noisily and slammed his hips forward and came inside of Astoria's pussy. A thick spurt of cum fired out inside of her, and then he pulled his hips back a few inches and slammed forward again.
"Fuck!" Astoria cried out as her walls collapsed around Harry's cock. Her pussy spasmed and her knees shook as her orgasm took hold of her body.
The feeling of Astoria's pussy suddenly squeezing his cock so tightly again made Harry's eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. Every burst of cum that shot out of his cock was helped along by her pussy squeezing him and adding to the pressure.
Harry felt lightheaded as Astoria's pussy drained every drop of cum he had to offer her right now, but even as he finished, she was still shaking on the bed. He kept his sensitive cock deep inside of her pussy until her orgasm finally passed and a satisfied moan left her lips.
Hooking his arms around her waist, Harry suddenly flipped them both backwards. He landed on his back, and Astoria laughed as she bounced on his chest and then rolled off of him and onto the bed beside him. She curled up against him, holding onto his arm tightly and nestling it in between her two breasts as both of them caught their breaths.
They lied together like that for several minutes, but when the two finally settled under the covers for the night, Harry spoke up.
"About Daphne," he said tentatively, testing the waters to make sure it wasn't too soon after their lovemaking to bring her up. When Astoria perked up to listen, he continued. "I want to talk to her before you do. I just want to make sure that we're all on the same page about everything, and I think it's long past due that I had a one-on-one talk with her about this."
"That's fine with me," Astoria smiled up at him. "Just let me know when it happens, because I'll come by after the two of you talk."
It hadn't been more than a day before Daphne invited Harry to a study session. She was eager, that much was for certain, but Harry didn't know if it was actually to study or if it was so that she could get him alone for a while.
Even after talking things over with Astoria and agreeing to include Daphne in their relationship, it was still an odd mental block to get over. Just a few months, she'd seemed like an enemy from the way she tried to ruin his and Astoria's night together at the Yule Ball by lying to Snape about them. From there though, she'd grown into an acquaintance, who Harry wasn't sure could be trusted or not. Then, thanks to Harry's efforts at bringing the two sisters back together, Daphne had started to warm up to him and treat him nicely. And that was when his little crush started on her.
It had been odd for Harry to realise that he was attracted to his girlfriend's sister. Everyone knew that Daphne was gorgeous, but he'd undersold just how charming her icy personality could be once he realised that she wasn't trying to be mean to him, usually. He'd spent a lot of time in private trying to stop his feelings towards Daphne, and he'd mostly been successful, but now Astoria was telling him to pursue Daphne romantically too.
The whiplash from changing how he thought about Daphne was tricky to navigate. On one hand, it wasn't hard to fall back into his belief that Daphne was gorgeous and would be an incredible catch, but it was still hard to reconcile it with the other ways he'd perceived her. It was almost like his own mind was trying to psyche himself out of going through with this.
And that was why he wanted to talk to Daphne alone.
Harry thought that, if he could just lay his cards out on the table and clear up a few things with Daphne, maybe it would make it easier for him to go through with becoming romantically involved with her. Even though he did want to do it, his brain kept planting too many seeds of doubt that needed to be handled first.
So, after supper, Harry hurried back to the old abandoned classroom in the dungeons that he'd used to practise in before the break. All of his things were still there, but he still gave everything a cursory check over with some detection spells. Luckily, Draco hadn't grown bold enough again to try to strike back at Harry after he'd been humiliated the last time he attacked him.
Daphne was punctual as usual. She arrived precisely at seven o'clock, striding into the room confidently with her book bag swinging at her side.
Harry had to admit, looking at her now with this newfound perspective on their developing relationship, that Daphne was perhaps the second-most beautiful woman at Hogwarts. In his eyes and his heart, she'd never best Astoria, but she was making a strong case for second place.
There was nothing special about how she looked. Her robes were form-fitting, as they usually were, and looked quite good on her. Her blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders, simultaneously maintaining an elegance about it without seeming too put together. She had her modest makeup on too, but it mostly worked just to accentuate her natural beauty rather than alter her features more substantially. In fact, the most distinct thing about her was her stunning eyeliner and that gentle application of eye shadow that helped make her blue eyes really pop with emphasis.
Daphne smiled at him as she entered. It was a genuine smile that touched the corners of her eyes, not one of the false ones that had come months before when they had first met.
"Good evening, Harry," she said to him.
Merlin, even her voice sounded angelic.
Was this how she always was and he was only noticing it for the first time now? Harry wondered. He'd been so caught up with Astoria that every other woman seemed to pale in comparison. Even at her most seductive before, Harry would have easily turned away from her to watch his girlfriend go through the simple motion of smiling at him. But now, he couldn't seem to tear himself away from Daphne's smile.
"Hey," he replied back dumbly, unable to formulate any other words as a bubble of nervousness and excitement crept into his throat.
Daphne cocked her head to the side as she set down her bag on one of the vacant desks at the edge of the room. "Is something wrong?" She asked him.
"No," Harry forced out the reply.
Daphne narrowed her eyebrows, looking at him more closely. She left her bag and walked across the room to him until she came to a stop just inches away from him. All Harry would have to do is lean forward and their lips would meet.
Instead, Daphne leaned forward, peering up into his eyes through her eyelashes with a curious gaze. She held his gaze until he looked away.
"Fine," she sighed as she took a step back. "Keep your secrets, if you must."
"I'm not trying to keep secrets from you, Daphne," Harry said as he ran his hand through his hair in mild frustration. "I just… I want to talk to you first."
"And then you'll tell me what's wrong?" Daphne asked as the corner's of her lips quirked upwards in amusement.
"Yes," Harry said exasperatedly.
"I'm all ears then," Daphne smiled at him.
There wasn't anywhere great to sit down in here besides some old, wooden chairs that weren't particularly comfortable, and Harry wanted something a little bit more intimate than those. So, with a flick of his wand, he conjured a large, plush, burgundy sofa that reminded him of the one the Weasley's had, albeit with less wear and tear.
Harry sat down at one end, and Daphne sat beside him with only a small gap in between them. If anything, she only looked more curious now as to what this was all about.
There was no really tactful way he could go about this. Given the fact that Astoria and Daphne had already discussed this, it'd be easy for Daphne to pick up on the topic he was dancing around. So, as Harry swallowed his nerves, he dove right into it.
"Astoria told me about how you like me and want to form some type of romantic relationship with me," Harry told Daphne openly.
She didn't seem surprised in the least about this. Honestly, he'd been expecting at least some reaction from her given how significant of a topic this was, but he supposed that she was clever enough to know that Astoria would have spilt the beans to him sooner or later.
"That's right," Daphne nodded her head in agreement. "Astoria and I talked about it back at home, and she was the one who suggested this. I'm not here to replace Astoria, but I think that we could have something special too. I don't know if it's going to just be a temporary or infrequent thing, but…" she bit her lip as her face took on a sad turn.
"But what?" Harry prompted her.
Daphne started gazing around the room aimlessly as she narrated. "My parents always wanted what they thought was best for me. For all my life, I've known that I'd marry someone of their choosing one day. I wasn't allowed to really date anyone or even have so much as a peck on the lips because they feared that it'd somehow tarnish my reputation in the eyes of any potential suitors. All of the awkward dates my parents arranged for me in Europe were always strictly supervised too, so I guess I had a skewed notion of romance in my head. I always thought that maybe I'd eventually fall in love with one of my suitors after years of marriage like my parents did. And then you showed up."
"Everyone recognised you the day you showed up at Hogwarts," Daphne said with a nostalgic smile on her lips. "You were a cute seventeen-year-old boy, and I think half of the women at Hogwarts had a crush on you. You weren't exactly special to me then, but I kept my eyes on you for a long time. Honestly, you annoyed me a lot back then. You seemed so happy and carefree. I guess I was envious in a way, so it always left you on my mind."
"It wasn't until you got together with Astoria that I realised that I actually liked you," Daphne said as she finally met his gaze again. "Astoria was so happy the day that you asked her to the Yule Ball. Even though I'd been a terrible sister to her, she ran right over Pansy to find me and tell her that Harry Potter had asked her out. I was angry, but it took me a few days to figure out that it was because I liked you too."
"And you know the rest from there. I was a bitch who tried to ruin your night, and then I spied on you later. Hell, I even tricked Draco into coming down here to attack you and hid out in the corridor waiting to see what would happen," Daphne shook her head sadly. "I don't deserve you or Astoria in my life… I…"
Harry reached out to try to comfort her, but Daphne just pulled away from him. He could see a couple of unshed tears forming in her eyes. It reminded him of the moment when they'd spoken in Greengrass Manor when he'd gone looking for Astoria. He'd told her that he cared about her, and she said that maybe he shouldn't. Things would be easier that way, she'd said.
And now that she finally had the chance to have what she wanted, she felt like she didn't deserve it. It was heartbreaking.
Harry had put aside all of the things that she'd done long ago, and he knew that Astoria didn't hold them against her either. Maybe Daphne didn't know that, but even if she did, would she be able to not hold those things against herself?
"I'm selfish!" Daphne finally blurted out. It was like a bubble of self-pity suddenly burst as Daphne's eyes sealed shut tight and her face twisted up in pain. "Even after everything, I still want you. I want to feel your arms around me, your lips against mine, you moving inside of me. You're the first person I ever felt something real for! I don't know if you're the right man for me or if you're just the crush of a woman who's never felt real love before, but I don't care. I want to be with you in any way you and Astoria will let me be."
"Daphne," Harry said her name sympathetically, reaching out to her again.
This time, she didn't pull away, and he managed to put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. However, the second after he touched her, she threw herself on top of him and buried her head against his chest. He didn't hear her cry, but her body still trembled as he held her against him.
"I like you too," he murmured into her hair. "I don't know what things between us will look like either, but I want to be there for you. I want to get to know you as well as I do Astoria and to be with you. I think Astoria is the love of my life, but there's room in my heart for you too."
Suddenly, Daphne straightened her back so that she was now face-to-face with Harry. Her lips were parted gently, her eyes brimming with hope.
Slowly, she leaned forward until her lips just barely brushed Harry's. There was an electric jolt between the two of them as their lips grazed each other, and Daphne pulled back an inch. Her eyes flickered between Harry's green eyes and his lips, and then she leaned in again and kissed him.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he lost himself in Daphne's lips. They were definitely plumper than Astoria's were, and they had an incredible warmth to them that he hadn't expected from her. He could taste vanilla on her lips.
It was a rush of thousand emotions that coursed through Harry then. Kissing Daphne felt different from kissing Astoria. If he was honest, nothing beat the feeling of Astoria's lips against his, but Daphne's brought on an entirely new set of feelings he didn't know he had.
The excitement was different. It wasn't the type of excitement that came from knowing that he was kissing another woman; it was the feeling of excitement of the beginning of a new relationship. This was the first step on becoming closer with Daphne, and that made him feel wonderful.
His heart was full of love for Daphne. He suddenly felt an overwhelming need to protect her from anything that would hurt her or make her sad. If it took a thousand kisses to wipe away the sadness he'd seen in her eyes moments ago, he'd give them to her.
And then, feeling as though no time had passed at all, Daphne pulled away, and her fingers instinctively came up to touch her lips where Harry's had been.
"That's what it feels like," she murmured quietly to herself.
"Better than you hoped for?" Harry asked jokingly.
Daphne nodded her head seriously. "Far better."
Harry smiled at that. "Anytime you want one—"
"How about right now?" Daphne asked as her cheeks tinged pink.
"Of course," Harry replied as he leaned forward and kissed Daphne again.
The spark was still there, and it was truly wonderful.
The next minutes were spent trading kisses. Daphne almost seemed too shy to let them go on for too long. She'd let a kiss linger for a few seconds at most before she'd pull away, looking far more giddy and excited than he'd ever seen her before. She almost reminded him of Astoria in the way she let her happiness shine through so openly; it was a distinct change from her normal cold demeanour.
Daphne broke up the kisses by asking him questions, and he asked some in turn too. It wasn't anything of any particular importance. They were simple questions about their likes and dislikes, hobbies, friends, and similarly mundane topics. They were the types of questions you asked when you were just starting to get to know someone, and Harry couldn't help but feel like this really was the start of something new between them.
But after a few minutes of this, something jolted both of them out of their conversation.
"Can I come in now?" Astoria's voice called out.
Harry's head snapped round to the door where Astoria's voice had come from. The door was still closed, but he could faintly see an outline of her silhouetted feet through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.
"Merlin, she still acts like such a kid sometimes," Daphne laughed quietly and shook her head. "She used to try to sneak into my room at night, so I told her I'd only let her in if she asked first."
"I think she was just trying to give us some privacy," Harry countered lightly. "I asked her to let me talk to you first, but it looks like she's too impatient to wait for the outcome."
Suddenly, Daphne's eyes lit up as a plan formed in her mind. "Do you want to tease her a bit?" She asked as a small smirk came across her lips.
"What did you have in mind?" Harry asked.
Instead of responding with words, Daphne practically jumped onto his lap. Her knees were planted on either side of his hips, and her arse was sat down on his thighs. She leaned forward then until their lips were inches apart and her breasts were pushed up against his chest.
"Come in!" Daphne called back to Astoria before she captured Harry's lips in a searing kiss.
With Daphne's blond hair hanging around their faces, Harry couldn't see Astoria, but he definitely heard her squeal of excitement. But even that was dulled by the overwhelming sensation of Daphne's lips against his, her warm body pressed up against his, and her tongue dancing with his.
"I just knew that it'd work out between the two of you!" Astoria exclaimed. She jumped onto the sofa beside them, bubbling with excitement, but Daphne didn't stop kissing Harry for even a single second to reply to her sister. In fact, Daphne just moaned into Harry's mouth and adjusted herself on his lap as she felt him starting to stiffen underneath her.
Astoria paused for a moment, expecting a reply to come any second now, but after fifteen seconds passed, she just continued on talking.
"He's a great kisser, right?" She smiled at Daphne. "It's so addictive."
Again, there was no reply.
Harry was starting to feel a burning in his lungs, and he pushed gently on Daphne's shoulders to suggest that she should break off the kiss, but she just ground her mound down onto his cock instead and used her tongue dominantly to battle with his.
Finally, a tinge of annoyance slipped into Astoria's tone. "Are you two seriously going to ignore me?"
Daphne broke off the kiss with a breathless giggle. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen as she turned to face Astoria. "I figured you deserved a little payback after making me watch you and Harry have sex a couple of times before."
"I didn't make you do anything," Astoria argued back. "Besides, you got off on it, didn't you?"
Daphne smiled coyly. "Maybe you could experience what watching is like right now. Harry feels ready to me." She glanced down at the obvious bulge in his trousers and winked at Astoria.
For a moment, Astoria looked like she wanted to agree, but then she suddenly shoved Daphne off of Harry's lap and took her place there. She knew just the right way to grind against him to make his moan involuntarily, and the seconds his lips parted, Astoria kissed him soundly.
"Maybe if you'd been nice I would have," Astoria smiled as she came out of the kiss from Harry. The look on her face told him that she wasn't actually upset about Daphne's little joke. In fact, it was almost like a part of her enjoyed watching Daphne kiss Harry so fiercely.
"I bet Harry thought I was nice," Daphne said as she sat up and crawled across the sofa to them. She grabbed Harry's chin and turned his head towards herself before planting another kiss on his lips.
"I think both of you are lovely," Harry chuckled, watching the two sisters fight over him like a doll.
"Such a people pleaser," Daphne winked at him.
"At least he's got enough brains to do that," Astoria giggled as she poked his belly playfully. "I did wonder if two beautiful witches would be too much for him to handle."
"Never," Daphne shook her head. "If he was the type to crumble under pressure like that, we never would have felt the way we do about him."
"Speaking of pressure," Harry interjected, hoping to put a bit of space in between himself and the two witches who seemed to take so much pleasure in teasing him and touching his body, "aren't we supposed to be working on preparing for the Third Task?"
Astoria pouted at him. "I haven't gotten to kiss you enough yet," she whined.
"I'll get out our books and parchment," Daphne rolled her eyes, smiling at Astoria. "It'll take me a minute to get it all together."
Astoria beamed at her and then immediately turned back to Harry and started to snog him senseless.
Honestly, Harry thought to himself as Astoria's lips parted and he slid his tongue into her mouth, he didn't know why he was so nervous about this whole situation before. Everything seemed to be working out just perfectly.
Ch 12
Rain battered the glass windows of Hogwarts. It was a torrential downpour atypical of the Scottish springtime, which usually had less rainfall than the other seasons. The sound of the splattering rain masked Harry's breathing as he readied himself.
Harry stood in the centre of his training room, his eyes flickering between the two women that were standing on opposite sides of him. There was at least six metres between him and each of them, which would give him enough time to react if they suddenly attacked. It wouldn't be the first time one of them suddenly lashed out without warning in this room, but Harry was ready for anything.
All three of them were dressed in tight-fitting, light clothes that allowed them to move freely. Robes were bulky and a hindrance during this training, so they'd opted for their current outfits. One on hand, it helped make Harry move and react faster. On the other, it made it harder for him to pick up the sounds of clothes flapping about as either Daphne or Astoria moved to attack him.
Sure enough, Daphne was the first one to try something. Unlike Astoria, who couldn't help but hold herself back until she got into the swing of things, Daphne had no reservations about unleashing the most brutal curses right away. She insisted that he needed to be prepared for anything during the Third Task, and Harry couldn't fault her logic in that, even though it generally meant that he was going to get hurt because of it.
Although casting silently was generally more effective in terms of speed and obscuring your actions from your opponent, it was often harder to perfectly visualise a spell, especially in the middle of combat. That led to the spell being weaker, if only slightly. And despite Daphne's proficiency in casting spells silently thanks to her Defence Against the Dark Arts training sessions with Harry, even she was aware that she could add just that extra bit of power with a verbal spell.
So, when the sound of the rain grew louder for a moment, Harry perked his ears towards Daphne. He heard just the slightest mutter under her breath, and then the game was on.
Harry snapped a shield into place a second before Daphne's spell would have hit him. The vibrant jet of red light exploded like a firework against his shield, but Harry didn't have even a second to celebrate or retaliate because Astoria had joined the fray.
He spun out of the way of a stinging hex she sent at his exposed back, making sure to drop his shield just in time so that the spell would carry on past him. It wasn't in a direct path to hit Daphne, but it would get close to her, and Harry hoped that would be enough to give her a scare so that he could buy himself a bit of breathing room before the next attack.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case; maybe she'd gotten too used to his tricks by now. Regardless, Daphne's follow-up Blasting Curse sailed through the air towards Harry with all of the intensity that she could muster. He managed to bring his shield back up in time, but he was rocked backwards under the power of the spell.
Harry didn't even realise that Astoria had cast another curse until he heard her yelp of surprise and felt a sickeningly-hot gash open up on his left arm. The pain was intense, but Harry forced it out of his mind. He was too focused on dodging Daphne's followup curse to even take the time to numb the pain, but at least he knew that Astoria would feel bad enough about hitting him that she'd hesitate for a few seconds before trying anything again.
"He's wide open!" Daphne shouted at her sister in frustration as she kept up her attacks. "He's not going to learn to keep his back covered unless you keep targeting it!"
Her frustrations were born out of the fact that now that Harry didn't have to worry about two sets of spells coming his way, he was much more open to counter attacking.
The next curse that Daphne sent Harry's way passed straight over his shoulder after he dropped his shield. Then, he lashed out with a lightning-quick Freezing Charm.
Daphne had to throw herself to the side to dodge it, as Harry expected. He had planned on trying to shepherd her over towards Astoria, which would make fighting them easier since they'd be in the same direction, but Daphne tripped over herself as she tried to get up off of the ground. He had a perfect shot lined up to hit her, but Astoria's Freezing Charm froze him perfectly in place.
Daphne got to her feet and shot her sister an annoyed look. "Took you long enough," she said.
Astoria just ignored her and rushed to Harry's side. He was stuck in place, unable to move, but that didn't stop his cut from bleeding freely. Astoria muttered "Episkey" helped to stitch the split skin back together reasonably well.
As the Freezing Charm began to wear off, Astoria gave Harry a very guilty look. "I'm sorry."
"You don't need to be," Harry sighed in frustration at having been bested again. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so eager to teach Daphne how to cast spells so effectively. "I got too greedy hoping I could take Daphne down before you attacked me again."
"You were greedy," Daphne agreed before she turned her gaze back to her sister. "And you're being too soft. You can't keep taking it easy on Harry. We're already into our second week of training, and there's only a few more weeks before the Third Task starts."
"I know, but I don't like hurting him," Astoria grimaced. "It's bad enough seeing you hurt him."
Harry smiled at Astoria. He'd never expected to see this overly protective side of her come out like this. Normally, she was quite happy being snarky and playful with him, but he supposed it was a different matter entirely when he was putting his body on the line like this.
"It's better that you hurt me a little bit now rather than me being unprepared to face off against something dangerous during the Third Task," Harry told Astoria gently. "Besides, you're always there to patch me up afterwards, right? Just make sure that your next cutting curse doesn't sever my head."
His attempt at humour had the exact opposite effect as a look of terror overcame Astoria's face.
"You're right," she murmured as her eyes went wide. "If I'd just been a little bit off with my aim…"
"It wouldn't have severed his head," Daphne assured her sister before she shot Harry a glare that told him to quit making things worse.
"Maybe we should take a bit of a break," Harry suggested. "An early lunch maybe?"
No one disagreed, so Harry quickly cleaned up his spilled blood off of the ground and walked over to the far side of the room where they kept a couple of large tables handy. Daphne and Astoria were already over there, and Astoria had a Blood-Replenishing Potion in her hand for him.
"Just half of the vial," she reminded him.
Harry nodded and took the vial from her. They had to be careful with how much he took. Unfortunately, overuse of potions could lead to future complications down the road, such as your body not healing itself properly, the effects of the potion being lessened, or having your body reject the potion altogether. Harry uncorked it and forced the metallic-tasting potion down his throat. He stopped right around the halfway point and popped the cork back into the vial.
"Dobby," Harry coughed out, grimacing as the taste of the potion lingered in his mouth.
The incredibly eager house-elf popped into view. "Harry Potter, sir," Dobby bowed his head low. "And Miss Astoria and Miss Daphne."
Harry smiled at his greeting. No matter how many times he tried to get Dobby to stop calling him 'sir,' the house-elf refused to budge on that point. He supposed that he should at least be grateful that Dobby wasn't trying to call him 'master.'
"Would you be able to bring us up some lunch from the kitchen please?" Harry asked Dobby politely.
"Of course, sir," Dobby bobbed his head up and down excitedly. "I'll be right back with it."
Daphne snorted as soon as Dobby disappeared. "I still want to see your memory of when you tricked Draco's dad into freeing Dobby."
Harry smiled as he remembered the night he told Astoria and Daphne about that event. They'd both been doubled over with laughter as they tried to act out the rage that Lucius Malfoy had felt when he realised that Harry tricked him.
"One day," Harry promised.
A moment later, several platters of food appeared on the table around them. As per usual, Dobby had gone all out and collected enough food for eight people instead of three. There were small meat pies, sandwiches, pasties, cured meats, a selection of cheeses, a couple different types of salad, and some fresh bread and condiments. A couple pitchers of pumpkin juice and water appeared too, along with all of the cutlery and tableware that they needed.
Harry, Astoria, and Daphne quickly filled their plates up. Harry snagged several meal pies and quickly dug into them as Daphne pulled out a piece of parchment that held the training program that she and Astoria devised together.
"Since we now know that you'll be in a maze for the last task, we'll need to start training on how to cast spells in narrower spaces," Daphne pointed out.
Harry remembered that meeting well. Ludo Bagman had explained to all of the champions about the cup in the centre of the maze that they had to reach in order to win the tournament. There would be obstacles in there, magical creatures and spells and the like. He'd been dismayed to see the Quidditch pitch being reduced to ruins as the hedges grew for the maze, but at least he had the tournament to focus on for now.
"Maybe we can stick to stinging spells this time?" Astoria suggested hopefully.
Daphne sighed. "If it'll make it easier on you."
"It will," Astoria assured her.
Harry snorted as he looked over at Daphne. "You almost seem disappointed that you can't actually hurt me."
"I always thought it would be more realistic if you were actually scared to be hit," Daphne replied with a sly smirk on her lips. "Besides, I like seeing you get all fired up and passionate when we train."
Harry didn't miss the way Daphne was looking at him like she wanted to leap across the table and snog him. Now that they were officially in a relationship together, she'd been relentless with her demands for kisses. They hadn't gone further than that yet, not that Harry minded too much. Astoria was more than eager to keep making up for lost time during the Easter Break by sharing his bed with him at night and pulling him into the nearest abandoned classroom for a quick shag whenever they were off spending time alone together.
"Hey!" Astoria snapped her fingers in front of Daphne's face. "No looking at him like that."
"Like what?" Daphne retorted as she leaned back in her chair.
"Like you want to tear Harry's clothes off!" Astoria exclaimed. "We agreed to no hugs, kissing, or fucking while we're doing these training sessions."
"Have I done any of those things today?" Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No… but you were thinking about doing them," Astoria countered.
Daphne couldn't deny that even if she wanted to. "Well, I won't do anything like that while we're training."
"The second it's up though?" Harry suggested hopefully.
Daphne nodded her head, but it was Astoria's response that drew Harry's focus. She was humming in thought, glancing up at the ceiling as she pieced together what she was about to say.
"You know, that's not a bad idea actually," Astoria commented.
"What? Waiting until after training to do anything with Harry?" Daphne asked.
"Yeah, but what if we made it into a reward system?" Astoria asked Daphne excitedly. "Like, maybe if he does really well during training, then he can ask for certain things from us right afterwards."
"You know, that's not a bad idea," Daphne agreed. "But I don't want it to cut into my normal snogging time with Harry."
"Obviously not," Astoria nodded. "Maybe we can block off the first hour after training for only rewards?"
"And if I don't do good during training, I just have to wait an hour until I can kiss either of you?" Harry asked for confirmation. At Astoria's nod, Harry snorted. "I can wait an hour."
"Want to make it three hours?" Daphne asked him sharply.
"No, and one hour's fine," Harry quickly backtracked with a placating smile.
Astoria giggled and ran her hand down his arm. "Don't worry; I don't think either of us could wait more than an hour either."
"Hey! No touching!" Daphne exclaimed.
Astoria yanked her hand back with a sheepish grin. "Sorry."
Daphne rolled her eyes at Astoria and picked up her glass of water. "If we're giving Harry rewards for training, we'll have to come up with a special reward if he wins the tournament."
The two girls eyed Harry then, and his mind ran wild with the possibilities. But, that was something he had plenty of time to think about. For now, he needed to eat and get his energy levels back up in time for the rest of their training.
The meal passed by smoothly as they talked about more mundane things and filled their bellies with the delicious food that Dobby had brought them. When they were done, the aforementioned house-elf reappeared and cleared away all of the dishes. After thanking him, the trio returned back to the centre of the room for more practice.
"Can you lock these in place?" Daphne asked Astoria as she began waving her wand in front of her. She summoned over several of the old, wooden desks, which Harry had placed up against one of the walls, and laid them out in two lines. Then, she gave the tip of her wand a twirl and transfigured the first desk into a thin, wooden wall.
The wall wobbled, but Astoria was there with her wand to freeze the wall and place and stick it to the floor. She gave it a small shove, but the wall didn't so much as move.
The sequence repeated like that until Daphne and Astoria had built up a long corridor. It was little more than three metres wide and twenty-five metres long, but it would serve their testing purposes.
"I flew over the maze the other day," Astoria told Harry. "It's going to be big, so you'll have a bit more room than this to manoeuvre around in, but it's better to get some practice in a more confined space like this."
"We don't know what types of things will be in the maze exactly, but I think it's safe to assume that they're going to be trying to test your limits as competitors," Daphne added. "That means doing all they can to try to trip you up, like hitting you with complications from two directions at once."
Harry grinned at them. "You two are brilliant."
"Astoria did most of the research," Daphne said, almost shyly.
"Oh, look!" Astoria exclaimed giddily, pointing at Daphne's face. "She's blushing."
Daphne swiped at Astoria's hand. "Shut up," she grumbled.
"I think she's got a crush on you," Astoria winked at Harry.
"It's a good thing I've got a crush on her too," Harry laughed.
He was so happy to see Astoria and Daphne getting along like this. Sure, they bickered, but there was never any real malice behind it. Plus, they all seemed to be adjusting well to the new dynamics of their relationship.
Daphne couldn't quite meet Harry's gaze without her cheeks turning more pink. "Just go to the opposite end," she told Astoria.
Astoria and Daphne walked to opposite ends of the makeshift corridor, leaving Harry to ready himself in the middle. He stretched out his arms and legs before getting his wand into his hand and ensuring that his grip wasn't too tight or too loose.
There was no need for a call to see if anyone was ready. They'd given up on such things when Daphne pointed out that there'd be no warnings during the actual task itself. So, Harry learned to prepare himself quickly for whatever was to come his way.
A moment later, the first spell came his way.
Unlike earlier, Harry stopped himself from being too greedy. He knew that Daphne was more likely to be vicious with her attacks, but he wasn't going to underestimate Astoria's willingness to hit him when his back was turned to her. He kept his head on a swivel, and when Daphne sent the first spell towards him, Harry blocked it and immediately looked Astoria's way to see what she was doing.
She looked surprised, and Harry understood why: she'd cast a spell at the same time as Daphne. Perhaps Daphne's earlier words about being too soft had gotten to her, or maybe she just wanted to test herself. Regardless, the spell was less than a metre from his face.
Using his reflexes he'd honed through years of Quidditch practice, Harry ducked just in time underneath the spell he belatedly recognised as a stinging hex. It sailed high over the wall and crashed into the ceiling, but Harry didn't have time to catch his breath because Daphne wasn't holding anything back.
Blasting and cutting curses came easily to Daphne. Once Harry had helped her get the hang of casting smoothly, she'd shown a tremendous amount of proficiency with it. She hurled them down the corridor at him, and with such little room to manoeuvre, Harry was forced to block most of them. His shield held up well to the assault, and it let him keep Astoria in his periphery.
After the initial surprise of nearly hitting him with a spell and seeing him dodge it at the last minute, Astoria's confidence seemed to grow. She hesitated less as she fired spells his way, and Harry felt his job of blocking and dodging from two sides becoming more difficult.
When Harry leapt out of the way of a spell and crashed into the wall behind him, he knew he had to do something to get out of this mess. He watched both Daphne and Astoria carefully, waiting for one of them to tire out a bit.
Daphne showed the first sign of flagging as a poorly cast bludgeoning curse fell short of Harry and crashed into the floor. As a spray of chipped stone crashed over Harry, he ducked underneath Astoria's next curse. He heard a yelp as Daphne was forced to jump out of the way, and without hesitation, he fired a stunning spell right at where he expected her to land.
The spell struck true, and Daphne collapsed onto the floor. Harry snapped a shield into place without even looking to see if Astoria was sending any more his way, and he was pleased to hear the gong-like sound of one of her spells crashing against it. He turned to face her with a confident smile on his lips.
Despite knowing just how powerful of a duellist Harry was from how often they practised their spellwork together, Astoria didn't shy away from him. He admired that about her. She showed that she was far more courageous than any passerby would have ever guessed; he certainly never would have expected that beautiful woman he saw in the library all those months ago to be as strong as she was.
Astoria's wand whipped back and forth almost faster than Harry's eyes could follow. She was throwing anything she could at him, even if it wasn't magic that would work well in a duel. A Packing Charm, which had no effect on anything other than clothes and other odds and ends, was sent his way just because the wand motion flowed smoothly from a Disarming Charm. It would expel his energy if he blocked it, so he let it hit his body. However, with how fast Astoria was casting spells, Harry was having a hard time keeping up with what spells he needed to block and what ones were fine if they hit him.
Even as he was forced to block, Harry couldn't help but think what a brilliant witch his girlfriend was.
Astoria's onslaught couldn't last forever, and it didn't. She messed up the wand motions of a single spell, which caused the spell to be improperly cast and threw off her rhythm. Even though Harry was feeling the wear on his body from having shielded against so many spells, he was able to push through it and fire one more Stunning Spell.
Astoria went down, and Harry sagged in relief.
"That was pretty clever," Harry told Astoria when he woke her back up a moment later.
She blinked her eyes open as she slowly sat up on the floor. "I swore your shield was getting weaker."
"It was," Harry admitted. "Another ten seconds or so and it would've broken."
"Damn," Astoria groaned. She pushed herself up to her feet, clearly feeling the strain from her casting as well. "Let's go wake up Daphne then, and then we can sit and rest for a bit."
"Good idea," Harry nodded. He hurried over to Daphne, with Astoria following close behind him, and he woke her up as well.
Unlike Astoria, Daphne just glared at him angrily. "I hate you," she told him seriously.
"That's good to hear," Harry replied cheerfully, having heard far worse from her a couple of days ago when he knocked her out three seconds into the first training session of the day.
"I really do," she insisted as she stood up.
"I know," Harry smiled at her. "Can I have a kiss now?"
Daphne pouted at him. "Fine," she relented.
He kissed her sweetly for a moment before he felt his knees buckle again. Apparently, he'd used up far more magic than he realised.
"I need to sit down," Harry chuckled as he pulled away from Daphne.
He collapsed onto the chair back at the table they ate at, exhausted. He could feel himself growing stronger with each passing day, but it never seemed to be enough. He wished he could cast spells endlessly, but the limits of his body wouldn't let him come close to it. There was still so much to learn and practice before the Third Task too. At least he had Astoria and Daphne at his side to help him along this path.
Speaking of whom, Daphne came and sat down across the table from him, but as Harry looked around, he realised that he couldn't see Astoria.
"Where's—" he began to speak, only to feel a tap on his legs.
Astoria was sat on her knees underneath the table, grinning up at him.
"What're you doing down there?" Harry snorted.
"You beat us," Astoria pointed out. "So, it's time for your reward."
Harry didn't even have a chance to question it before her hand started tugging at his waistband. He had to lift his hips up as she tugged his shorts and underwear down to his knees, and then she tore them all the way off of his body as he sat back down.
No matter how many times she went down on him, Astoria never seemed to tire of giving him one of the simplest pleasures in life. She licked her way up and down his shaft so lovingly. Her eyes were smiling up at him as she did it, showing him that she loved doing this too.
Across the table, Daphne's curiosity got the best of her as she leaned over and looked at what Astoria was doing. Her eyes widened again as she took in the size of Harry's cock and the practised ease of how Astoria was able to wrap her perfect lips around the head and suckle on him.
Astoria quickly started to bob her head up and down, keeping her plump lips sealed around his shaft. Her tongue expertly twisted and rubbed against his cock, pleasuring him as she hummed happily along. The pleasant tingles from her mouth vibrating around his cock made Harry moan quietly.
"Fuck," Daphne groaned from across the table as she bit her lip.
Harry looked up at her, and she turned away again, embarrassed. It seemed odd to Harry that she now seemed so embarrassed around him whenever sex came up given the fact that she'd watched him and Astoria fuck multiple times before, but he supposed it was different now that she was a part of the relationship too. He and Daphne hadn't quite done anything too sexual yet, even if she did like to tease him. It was like the more real everything was and closer they got to actually do something, the shyer she became.
"I just like hearing you moan," Daphne admitted under Harry's curious gaze.
"You don't have to be shy about it," Harry told her.
Daphne nodded her head in understanding, but that didn't change her behaviour in any way. She just stayed back and watched as Astoria worked her magic on Harry.
Astoria was so proficient at taking his cock deep into her throat now that she barely struggled to get him in there. All it took was a bit of extra saliva to help lubricate his cock and focusing on relaxing her throat to push him inside of it.
Having his girlfriend go down on him like this felt so relaxing, but it also turned him on so much. Seeing how enthusiastic Astoria was to pleasure him really reinforced the love that Harry had for her. She kept pushing herself further down onto his cock until her lips reached the base of his shaft. She choked a little then, but it only lasted a second before she got her breathing back under control.
Now that she'd reached the limit, Astoria went back to bobbing her hot, wet mouth up and down his shaft. She showed off her prowess by moving her lips all the way from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock and then back again, but she mostly stuck to keeping his cock just in her mouth where her tongue could pleasure the head more easily.
Harry's groans grew louder as Astoria kept up her pleasurable pace. He didn't realise at what point he looked back up from Astoria's eyes to Daphne, but he had his gaze focused on her breasts. The tight top she was wearing showed off her curves perfectly, and he could still remember how good she'd looked in that white-lace lingerie she'd worn when she'd tested his dedication to Astoria before the Easter Break.
Daphne didn't miss his gaze, and she glanced down at her breasts as though she realised what he wanted. For a moment, she bit her lip in concentration, and then, with a sudden boldness he hadn't expected out of her, she pulled down the front of her top for him.
Daphne's breasts were perfect, just like Astoria's. Both of them seemed to have virtually no sag, and they were perfectly shaped. Where they differed was in size. There was no denying the fact that Daphne's breasts were larger than Astoria's, but Harry couldn't decide between which he liked better. Daphne's stood out beautifully with small, pink nipples that were surrounded by gooseflesh. The skin around them was flawless and creamy, and Harry so badly wanted to reach out and touch her.
At that moment, Astoria sucked hard on his cock before taking him back into her throat, and Harry suddenly went tumbling over the edge. Astoria kept her lips sealed around his cock as she sucked hard on him and drank down all of his cum without missing a drop. She stayed there, holding him in her throat until Harry finally finished, and then she came back up with a bright smile on her face.
"Finally," Astoria exclaimed as she got up from under the table and saw Daphne putting her breasts back into her top. "I was wondering if you two were ever going to do more than kiss. I've been having to work double time to keep him happy with how worked up he's been getting after his dates with you, not that I'm complaining."
Daphne blushed again and looked away. "We're taking things slow for now."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Whatever you feel comfortable with."
There was a pause before Daphne looked back at him. "Maybe if you win the tournament we could…"
Suddenly, Harry's motivation to win this thing had never been bigger.