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“I just don’t get it,” Rose lamented on the loveseat in her family’s sitting room. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“You have abysmal taste in men,” Daphne thought to herself as she sat next to her old friend. Instead, she said, “There’s nothing wrong with you, Rose.”

“Then why do I always seem to drive everyone away?” Rose muttered. “First Ernie, then Terry, now Dean. Three boys in one bloody year that have dumped me. Dean didn’t even have the decency to make up a reason, just saying that we want different things. Different things in his case turned out to be Lavender’s cow tits.”

“You say that like you’re not equally buxom,” Daphne said, hoping to see at least a hint of a smile at that.

“Well, she must have something that I don’t,” Rose scowled instead.

“It’s probably more that you have twice the brains,” Daphne thought to herself.

“I just don’t know what it is,” Rose continued. “Am I too clingy or too willing to speak my mind? I didn’t even jump into bed with Dean like I did with Terry. I made him earn it like you suggested, and it still lasted only a few months. Maybe I’m defective.”

“Hey!” Daphne exclaimed, shocking Rose into looking at her. “I’m not going to sit here and watch you beat yourself up because Dean Thomas is a cunt.”

“It’s not just Dean, Daph,” Rose whispered.

Daphne barely resisted the urge to scream at her oldest friend. Having met on the train to Hogwarts for the first year, they took an instant liking to each other, and even though Daphne was sorted into Slytherin and Rose into Ravenclaw, they became close friends over the course of that year. Through all the craziness of Hogwarts over the years, they had only grown closer, though this last year had been difficult.

“Ernie was an asshole,” Daphne said. “He wanted one thing and dumped you the second he got it. That’s on him, not you.”

“I’m still impressed with myself for not hexing him more, the dickhead,” Rose growled. “He ruined a perfectly lovely Yule Ball memory too.”

Daphne had charmed his shoes to walk him into the Gryffindor girl’s change room after a quidditch practice and grinned for a week after the angry chasers hexed the crap out of him.

“Luckily, Creevey got a picture of the two of us alone in our dresses,” Daphne said, making her smile slightly. “You did look beautiful.”

“So did you,” Rose murmured. “I should have just taken your joking advice, dumped him, and gone stag like you. We could have spent the whole night dancing and ignoring stupid boys.”

Daphne’s right eye twitched.

“Terry was really just a rebound,” she added.

“Yeah,” Rose agreed. “Ernie might have been an asshole, but in that moment, I really liked what we did together, and after he dumped me, I guess that I felt like sleeping with someone else was a way to get one over on him. Sharing what he could have had if he hadn’t been such a prick with someone else felt like revenge. I also just really wanted more sex.”

“What I’m getting at is that you didn’t really have a relationship with him,” Daphne said, ignoring the way her heart twisted as they discussed Rose’s sex life. “You actually dated Dean and yes, that relationship ended poorly, but it still means that you’ve only had two short relationships. That’s not exactly a big sample size.”

“Only two relationships and I’ve shagged three boys before my fifth year” Rose muttered, shaking her head. “Maybe I should just swear off boys completely.”

“Yes,” Daphne said immediately. Realizing what she said, she stammered, “Um, I mean...it would probably be a good idea to take a break. Let’s just have a whole ‘no boys allowed summer.’ We can spend the whole time hanging out with each other, Trace, and Su, and just put the whole wretched sex out of our minds.”

Rose laughed at that, and Daphne sighed. Sleeping with Ernie seemed to awaken a hunger in Rose that she’d never known and instantly wanted to feed again. Terry had been her fuck buddy for a while, but she’d developed feelings, and he bailed when he realized that. Somehow, his boxers had become attached to one of the moving staircases not long afterward, and he got dragged across to the next floor, dangling from them helplessly. She’d laughed until she cried at that one. She had no idea how she was going to pay Dean back for hurting her Rose, but she’d figure something out.

“Maybe I could get my hands on one of his hairs and try out one of the darker curses from my great-grandmother’s old grimoire.” Daphne thought to herself. “We’ll see how impressive his cock is when it’s covered in painful boils.”

“I do still want a boyfriend, though,” Rose sighed. “I want to fall in love with someone who loves me too, and really, I want what my parents have. Things with Dean might not have gotten that serious, but seeing him was fun. He was so attentive and adoring, and I loved feeling like he saw me as the most important person in the world for a while, not to mention the sex…”

Rose trailed off there, staring longingly at nothing, and Daphne clenched her fist so hard that she felt her nails prick her palm.

“Of course that was before I managed to chase him off,” Rose scowled, her eyes growing misty. “I’ll probably die alone surrounded by cats at this rate. Poor man-repelling Rose.”

Daphne pulled Rose in for a hug, and she started crying, making her heart clench and feel like it was going to cave in.

“Really painful boils,” she thought to herself murderously as her own eyes welled up with tears.

One thing that the two girls had in common was that neither one was particularly prone to crying. In Daphne’s case, it was because her father had instilled in her the need to be an ice-cold, perfect pureblood over the years, and in Rose’s, it was because she was the strongest person that she knew. Seeing the black-haired beauty reduced to such a self-doubting mess was horrifying to her, and she wished more than anything that she could take away her pain. The two of them clung to each other for several minutes while Daphne ran her fingers through the other girl’s long, dark, wavy hair.

“Merlin’s balls, I’m sorry for blubbering all over you,” Rose said as her tears dried. “Fuck, I’m an embarrassing mess.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Daphne whispered softly, not trusting her voice. “You know I’m here for you.”

“You always are,” Rose sighed, smiling at her. “What did I do to deserve a friend like you?”

“You were you,” Daphne replied, feeling a lump form in her throat as she stared into her best friend’s gorgeous green eyes. “Morgana’s tits, no wonder her father is so obsessed with her mother after all these years. I could drown in those pools of molten emerald forever.”

“Like I’m so special,” Rose scoffed.

“You are,” Daphne said, her voice thick with emotion. She reached out and brushed Rose’s hair behind her ear, exposing the slender column of her neck. “You are incredible, Rose Potter, and don’t you dare allow some neanderthal boy to make you feel like you aren’t.”

“Daph?” Rose breathed, staring into the blonde’s icy-blue eyes as her own widened.

Daphne Greengrass was not a brave girl. She wasn’t brave enough to tell her father to go to hell when he made it clear that he wished that he’d had a son. She certainly wasn’t brave enough to tell the goddess in front of her that she’d been in love with her since they practiced kissing back in their second year, despite how many opportunities she’d had to do so since. In that moment, though, she felt brave. In that moment, as she caressed Rose’s soft cheek with the backs of her fingers and stared into her beautiful eyes, she felt like she could do anything, and so she leaned in, hoping more than anything that she wasn’t making a mistake.

A female squeal to their left shocked the both of them out of their reverie, and they looked over to see Fleur Delacour practically float out of the floo, followed immediately by Rose’s brother, Harry.

“You are a brute!” Fleur cried, turning around and staring up at Harry in obvious lust.

“We both know that’s your favorite thing about me,” Harry rumbled, grabbing a large handful of her arse and pulling her in.

Rose cleared her throat, and both Harry and Fleur froze, looking over at them in such a synchronized way that Daphne would have found it funny if she didn’t want to murder the both of them in that moment.

“Rose!” Harry exclaimed, looking over and noticing her and Daphne sitting there for the first time since he arrived. “I thought you were going to Daphne’s place.”

“Clearly,” Daphne said dryly.

“Um, your parents are still out, oui?” Fleur asked.

“Yeah, they’re in Spain for a week for their second honeymoon,” Rose replied.

“It’s not France, but Spain is lovely,” Fleur commented.

“Is something wrong?” Harry asked, noticing how bloodshot his sister’s eyes looked.

“Dean dumped me,” Rose replied simply.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Rose,” Harry said, sitting down on the armrest and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Want me to kill him?”

“Yes,” Daphne replied immediately.

“No,” Rose snorted, shaking her head. “Thanks for the offer, though.”

“Seriously, though, anything you need, just let me know,” Harry said warmly and Rose smiled weakly.

“Thanks, Harry,” she said. “Actually, I think going for a swim would do me good. Want to join me, Daph?”

“Of course,” Daphne replied.

Harry watched her and her best friend go, shaking his head.

“She’ll be okay, mon amour,” Fleur murmured, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I know, I just feel bad for her,” Harry sighed. “I knew her and Thomas wouldn’t work, but I hoped she would be the one to walk away after what happened with her Yule Ball date.”

“Do you want us to join ‘er?” Fleur asked.

“No,” Harry replied. “Crowding her at this point would just piss her off. I’ll check on her later.”

“If you’re sure,” Fleur said. “At least she isn’t alone.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “Greengrass has always adored her. I’m sure she’ll find a way to take her mind off of everything.”

“Zen I best do ze same,” Fleur purred in his ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“Insatiable minx,” Harry grinned, looking over at her.

“Until I met you, I was truly insatiable,” Fleur cooed. “I feared I would go zrough life never truly knowing satisfaction.”

“Perish the thought,” Harry said, standing up and pulling her to him. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

“Zat will never ‘appen,” Fleur grinned, reaching down to cup his cock through his pants, making him groan. “You know I cannot get enough of zis cock.”

Unable to stop himself anymore, Harry pulled her in for a searing, hot kiss. Brushing his tongue against hers, he grinned as she moaned and returned his passion eagerly. He had fallen in lust with her at first sight when she arrived with the rest of the Beauxbatons delegation for the tri-wizard tournament last year and hadn’t hesitated to seduce her. Finding that they were remarkably compatible in bed, they’d kept up their affair through the year and decided to continue seeing each other afterward.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Harry growled before kissing her again.

Fleur giggled into his mouth and jumped him, wrapping her legs around his waist just as her arms were wrapped around his neck. He grabbed two large handfuls of her wonderfully round arse and carried her towards his room, as eager as he’d been since he learned that his parents were going away to fuck the gorgeous Veela in his own bed. He wasted no time in depositing her onto his bed as quickly as he could and trailing his lips down along her neck.

“Mmm, it’s...ahh fuck...neater than I pictured,” Fleur moaned as she got her first look at his bedroom.

“You thought I’d live messily?” Harry asked.

“You are a man, mon tresor,” Fleur replied with a small smirk. Reaching down to grab his cock again, she purred, “All man.”

“Fuck, you’re overdressed,” Harry grunted. He looked down at the short black dress she was wearing and realized that that was only barely true.

“Not as much as you might zink, ‘Arry,” Fleur purred, spreading her long legs wide.

Harry’s jaw dropped as she revealed that she wasn’t wearing panties and he groaned at the sight of her already slick cunt.

“You wore this without any underwear?” Harry asked as his cock strained mightily against his pants.

“Does zat excite you, mon amour?” Fleur asked, grinning impishly. “Does it make your cock ‘ard to know zat at any moment, I could ‘ave bent over and shown you my pussy and asshole?”

“A slight breeze could have revealed them to anyone,” Harry growled, and Fleur’s eyes darkened further at his tone, going from their usual gorgeous blue to black.

“I didn’t zink of zat,” Fleur lied blatantly. “Clearly, I must be punished for zis obvious oversight.”

“I’ll paddle your gorgeous arse red later,” Harry growled, standing up and undressing more quickly than he ever had in his life. “Right now, I’m hard as steel, and I want to fuck your pretty little mouth.”

“Fuck my zroat, ‘Arry,” Fleur purred, stripping off her dress in one fluid motion and sinking to her knees. “I want to swallow your cum.”

“Fucking hell,” Harry groaned as he freed his cock from its cloth prison, letting it spring straight into the air.

“By ze goddess, I don’t know why you wasted so much time seducing me with ‘oneyed words when you could ‘ave just shown me zis,” Fleur purred, wrapping both of her hands around the long, thick shaft.

“I had you in my bed by the end of your first week at Hogwarts,” Harry chuckled.

“Exactly,” Fleur replied, looking cross. “We could ‘ave spent zose four days fucking like wild animals, ‘Arry.”

Harry laughed and said, “I’d say we made up for lost time.”

“And I intend to spend far more time doing so,” Fleur grinned, holding his cock up against his abs and licking it from base to tip.

“Merlin’s balls, I love your tongue,” Harry groaned.

“Not as much as I love yours,” Fleur purred.

She kept that up for several moments, giving his cock teasing little licks that felt lovely, but did nothing other than further inflame his desire for her. Every so often, she’d stay at the tip for a few seconds, swirling her long, dexterous tongue around his sensitive glans before returning to the base. It was maddening, but Harry didn’t mind in the slightest, knowing from experience that the longer she spent drawing this out, the harder he’d cum. Fleur loved how big his loads were generally, and she always went out of her way to tease him as much as possible when she went down on him in the hopes of increasing just how much of his cum she’d get to drink.

“Man, I love Veela,” he thought to himself.

“Such big balls,” Fleur purred, cupping his sack gently. “So full too.”

“Fuck me,” Harry groaned as she sucked one of them inside her hot little mouth.

Fleur grinned and switched to the other one, going back and forth between them for about a minute as Harry continued to moan in pleasure. He had had more than his share of girls since going to Hogwarts, having made use of his godfather’s instructions on the subject at an even earlier age than he managed it, but none had ever compared to the silver-haired goddess on her knees before him.

“Hmm, I zink I’ve teased you enough, mon amour,” Fleur giggled, taking his cock in hand and pointing it right at her waiting mouth.

Opening her mouth wide, she took the head of his cock between her pouty lips, its familiar weight making her cunt drool, and started bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Harry’s hands flew to her head, his thick fingers snaking between her silver-gold locks, and he held onto her as she took increasingly more of his cock inside her mouth.

With a strangled groan of her name, Harry let his eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure she was giving him. She tapped his thigh a couple times, and he opened eyes, to find her glaring up at him, a sight that was comical when his cock was poking at her throat. He understood her irritation, though; he liked to see the look in her eyes when he went down on her too.

Letting his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop, she started stroking it firmly, spreading her saliva across the entire shaft, and said, “Ze moment I swallow zis beast, I want you to grab my ‘ead and fuck my tight zroat.”

Without another word, she took him back between her lips, pushing down on his cock until he reached the back of her throat. Opening it up, she swallowed him down, continuing to push until her nose was buried in his wiry black pubic hair. Harry groaned at the feeling of being taken to the root, something he had only ever experienced with her before, and grabbed her head again. Looking down into her eyes and seeing only lust in them, and knowing that she would tap his thigh three times if she needed him to stop, he pulled back and thrust his cock back inside her throat.

The first time she’d asked this of him, he’d wanted to do it, of course, but he’d been nervous as well. He didn’t want to hurt her and didn’t particularly want her to puke on his cock either, but she’d assured him that it would be fine, that Veela didn’t have gag reflexes, and that she was so turned on by the idea that she thought she might cum from it alone. She turned out to be right on all counts, and it ended up being far from the last time he fucked her throat.

“GAHK GAHK GAHK!” The sounds coming from her were filthy and turned him on even more as he continued to fuck her.

Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft as he buried the head of his cock inside her throat again and again, and she sucked on his shaft each time he pulled back, trying her damnedest to make him cum. He felt his orgasm fast approaching as this went on and knew from experience that he wouldn’t even need to bother warning her. Fleur had a sixth sense when it came to his orgasms, a sexth sense, as he’d joked in the aftermath of a particularly mind-melting climax once, and never failed to realize when he was about to finish.

“I can smell your dripping cunt from here,” Harry growled. “Are you about to cum?”

Fleur blinked once for yes and Harry grinned.

“Don’t,” he ordered. When she furrowed her brow in confusion, he added, “Consider that your punishment for nearing flashing your pussy to everyone we passed on our walk earlier. If you cum, I won’t use parseltongue on your later.”

Fleur whined around his cock.

“Now now, I know you can hold back, my love,” Harry said, “and you’ll cum so fucking hard when I vibrate my tongue against your throbbing clit.”

Fleur somehow managed to pout with just her eyes but didn’t object. With that dealt with, Harry picked up his pace, fucking her face harder as he raced towards his orgasm. When he felt that he was getting close, he pulled back so that only the first few inches of his cock were still inside her mouth and let go with a strangled cry. Fleur swallowed in time with his spurts with practiced ease, downing every drop of his cum without spilling anything.

“As good as ever,” she grinned, her voice raspy.

“Took the words...right out of my mouth,” Harry panted, “though I’d have probably said incredible.”

He sat down on his bed and flicked his wand into his hand. Taking advantage of the wards around his family manor that blocked the trace from being effective, he conjured a pair of glasses and water for them.

“Zank you,” Fleur whispered, downing the water quickly.

She was shaking slightly, and Harry grinned when he noticed, knowing she was shaking with lust and raw need. Veela were hopelessly aroused by the cum of magically powerful men, and he knew that she was right on the edge of orgasm just now, having likely just barely held herself back.

“Fuck, you are barely holding on by a string right now, huh?” he chuckled, reaching out to cup one of her large, teardrop shaped breasts.

“By ze goddess, ‘Arry, I am so close,” Fleur whimpered, crying out as he ghosted his thumb over her hard, pink nipple. “Please, before I start…”

She trailed off, looking down at her arms in alarm as downy white feathers began to grow out of her flawless pale skin.

“Transforming already?” Harry chuckled, brushing his fingers softly over the feathers, which were the first sign of her harpy form. “What a needy little thing you are.”

“‘Arry, zis is a very nice bed, and I would ‘ate to accidentally burn it,” Fleur shuddered.

Knowing from experience that that wasn’t a threat but a genuine warning, Harry pushed her down onto her back, grinning down at her.

“Then I’d best move quickly,” he grinned, kissing his way down along her flat belly as she grabbed his head and moaned in anticipation.

*****

“I can’t believe your brother is still dating Delacour,” Daphne sighed as the two of them lounged on the comfortable chairs outside the pool, having decided to take a break.

“Things seem relatively serious between them,” Rose murmured.

“I didn’t know Harry did serious,” Daphne commented.

The fact that Rose and Harry were twins was genuinely funny because, aside from their hair and eye color, they looked almost nothing alike. She knew that they couldn’t be identical twins, for reasons that Daphne had spaced out during Rose’s explanation of a couple years ago, but there being a solid foot between them was still funny. Rose wasn’t short either, but her brother was a giant, already having exceeded their father in height, and thanks to the muggle exercise routine he had gotten into as a boy, he was quite broad too.

Half the girls in their school wanted to fuck him, and of them, it seemed like half already had, including all three of the chasers on his team, that slag Brown, and nearly every girl in Hufflepuff fourth year and above. With his reputation as the premier manslut of Hogwarts, him getting into the Veela’s knickers was hardly unexpected, but they had apparently grown very fond of each other since.

Daphne didn’t dislike him per se, but with him being a Gryffindor, that association would have given her far greater headaches with her fellow snakes than her friendship with Rose did, and she hadn’t bothered. She also didn’t really see the appeal, though that was true of boys in general.

“Well, he hasn’t introduced her to our parents yet,” Rose amended.

“And he waited until they were out of the country to bring her over,” Daphne added.

“That was probably so they could spend the whole week screwing,” Rose said, wrinkling her nose. “I might need a place to stay, incidentally.”

“My father’s in town, alas, but Tracey’s place would likely be an option,” Daphne mused, only for Rose to laugh.

“I was just kidding, Daph,” Rose giggled.

The two of them had transfigured their underwear into muggle bikinis, and the blonde desperately tried to keep herself from staring as Rose’s laughter did wonderful things to her full breasts.

“So long as they keep their clothes on outside of his bedroom and remember silencing charms, I’m happy,” Rose added. “At least one of us is enjoying some luck in that department.”

It was the first thing Rose had said about her breakup since they went outside, and Daphne was pleased to note that she didn’t look quite as upset as she had earlier. She hadn’t said anything about their near kiss either, and at this point, she wasn’t sure if her friend had failed to realize what she almost did, or just willed herself to forget it.

“You’ll find someone, Rose,” she said warmly, leaning on her years of training to maintain her aloof mask and not show the heartache she felt at the idea.

“Do you think that you will?” Rose asked, startling her.

“Me?” Daphne asked, her eyebrows shooting towards her hairline. “I’ll marry whoever my father settles on, give him a kid, and make it very clear what I’ll do to his bits if he tries to touch me again.”

“That’s horrid,” Rose said.

It wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation.

“It’s how things are done in my circles,” Daphne sighed, “and if it isn’t me, it’ll be Astoria. At least one of us will have a shot at finding love.”

“And you don’t even want to try?” Rose asked, her eyes boring into her.

“I have,” Daphne thought sadly. “I’m the plot to a bad sapphic romance novel: the noble girl in love with her straight-as-an-arrow, boy-crazy best friend. Alas for me, it’s not likely to end well.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said flatly, and Rose looked over at the pool.

“Do you remember that game we used to play in the summer after first year?” Rose asked after a moment. “The drawing one?”

“The...the one where we drew shapes on each other’s backs and had to guess what they were?” Daphne stammered.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Rose said. “I thought about it the other day and remembered how much I enjoyed it back then.”

“It was fun,” Daphne said, her mouth going dry as she wondered where Rose was going with this.

“Do you want to do it again?” Rose asked.

“A...alright,” Daphne replied. “My nails are pretty sharp right now, but I can be gentle.”

“I’ve always envied your ability to grow them long like this,” Rose said, taking one of her hands in hers and running the pad of a finger over one of her nails.

“It’s a gift,” Daphne breathed, “though the fact that I don’t do much with my hands helps. I’ll go first. Turn around?”

“Right,” Rose said, turning around in her chair and reaching behind her.

Before Daphne could ask what she was doing, Rose pulled the string of her bikini top taut, and the knot came loose, letting the garment fall.

“We’ve seen each other before,” the brunette said, looking behind her, “and Harry’s going to be busy for a while.”

“Right,” Daphne said, suddenly glad that she’d made her bikini black instead of white like she’d originally intended as her pussy grew damp.

Daphne ran her nails through Rose’s hair, making her shiver, and gathered it up in her hands. Carefully gathering it together into a tight ponytail, she manipulated it into a bun and conjured a band to tie it in place with. That done, she placed a hand on her best friend’s back and, marveling at how soft and smooth her skin felt under her fingers, she moved back until only the nail of her index finger remained.

“Okay, so you know the rules,” Daphne said, her voice as soft and melodic as she could make it. “I’ll draw the image and ask what it is. You can ask me to do it again up to two times.”

“Yes, I remember that you used to make me draw the damned thing three times no matter what,” Rose snorted. “Including when I decided to test that theory by doing a bloody circle.”

“It felt really good,” Daphne muttered defensively.

Affection wasn’t a huge thing in the Greengrass household, and Rose’s huggy nature had been one of the first things that really endeared her to her.

“I know,” Rose laughed.

Daphne decided to start simple and draw one of the simple muggle houses that she’d seen before, starting with the basic square.

“Merlin,” Rose sighed, and Daphne felt her core clench at the sound. “I forgot how good that felt.”

Daphne grinned and added the triangular roof, little chimney, windows, and door.

“A house,” Rose said almost immediately. “You couldn’t have done your manor?”

“We’d have been here all day,” Daphne grinned as Rose turned around and gave her a good view of her supple breasts.

“That would be the point,” she said, grinning impishly. “Come on, top off, and turn around.”

Daphne reached behind her and undid the straps holding her bikini top in place, letting her large, pale breasts spill forth. They were slightly larger than Rose’s, and her nipples were smaller and a paler shade of pink.

“I swear they’ve gotten even bigger,” Rose pouted.

“It’s not a contest,” Daphne said softly, taking the offered opportunity to look down at Rose’s breasts more intently. “You know you’re beautiful.”

“Turn around,” Rose whispered, and Daphne did so without question.

She shivered when she felt Rose start playing with her hair and nearly moaned when the other girl’s nails raked over her scalp.

“I’ve always loved this color,” Rose murmured as she continued to run her fingers through Daphne’s hair. “I actually thought about trying it out at one point.”

“Don’t you dare,” Daphne said, half-seriously. “I love your hair.”

“Don’t worry,” Rose giggled. “Mum showed me what it would have looked like, and it clashed terribly with my skin tone.”

“Mmhmm,” Daphne sighed as Rose gathered her hair together and made it into a much looser bun than she had done.

Instead of drawing a particular shape on Daphne’s back, Rose ran her nails down along the length of it softly, making tingles go down her spine.

“Waterfall?” Daphne asked, confused.

“Did you want me to stop already?” Rose asked.

“No, I just didn’t know what else to guess,” Daphne replied.

“I’ll draw something in a second,” Rose promised. “I had just forgotten how much I enjoyed back scratches, giving and receiving.”

“I would not object to doing this more often,” Daphne offered, feeling her eyes slowly close as she enjoyed the simple pleasure.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Rose asked softly.

“Every word,” Daphne replied, opening her eyes as she felt her friend lean in so much that her breasts pressed against her back.

“And when you leaned in, right before Harry and Fleur arrived, were you going to kiss me?” Rose asked, leaning over so that she could look her right in the eye.

Daphne looked up at her, seeing in those green eyes that she loved so much something that she hadn’t seen before, something that went beyond simple affection.

Finding that same odd courage she had before, she said, “Yes.”

“Daph?” Rose asked, climbing into her chair. “Why?”

“Be...because I adore you,” Daphne whispered, not trusting her voice as she stared into Rose’s eyes again, this time with their faces just inches apart. “Because I always have, and if I thought for one second that you could share my feelings, I would have told you years ago…”

Rose pressed her lips against hers, and Daphne felt like her heart might explode. Thinking that she was going to be furious if she woke up just then, she returned the kiss and deepened it, brushing her tongue against…

“OUI!” Fleur shrieked so loudly that it echoed across the grounds.

Rose pulled back to look up at her brother’s bedroom window, and Daphne felt rage bloom in her chest. Grabbing her bikini top, she put it on quickly, barely bothering to make sure that her breasts were properly covered, and grabbed her wand. Noticing that Daphne was marching towards the house, wand in hand, Rose quickly put on her bikini top and raced after her.

“Daph,” she hissed.

“I just want to talk to them,” Daphne said through gritted teeth.

“Daphne, let’s just cast a silencing charm on his room, and then we can go to mine to finish this...talk,” Rose said softly, grasping her arm.

Daphne paused, leaning back into her old friend’s embrace, and smiled.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big!” Fleur cried.

“Inconsiderate dick,” Daphne muttered.

“That is unusually absent-minded of Harry,” Rose agreed, furrowing her brow as they continued upstairs. “He’s always been rather subtle.”

“Oui, oui, oui!” Fleur cried.

The door to Harry’s bedroom was directly across from the stairs, and as the pair of them reached the top steps, they noticed that, not only had he failed to silence his room, but he hadn’t even properly closed the door either. With it open just a crack, Rose could see inside just enough to spot the full-length mirror in his room, the one identical to its counterpart in her room, and the sight she glimpsed in it made her go still.

Harry was naked, and his rippling muscles were flexing with every brutal thrust as he took Fleur like a bitch in heat. Her cries of ecstasy echoed outward into the hall every time he bottomed out inside her, lighting a fire in her core. She had a sex drive, not unlike her brother’s, and had become very accustomed to having her itch scratched regularly. Her breakup with Dean had meant that she hadn’t had sex in over a week, and while her bitterness over it had dampened her libido a bit, that didn’t mean that the lack of satisfaction wasn’t getting to her. Hearing Harry fuck Fleur’s brains out turned her on more than she would have thought possible, and so something happened to her that hadn’t happened in years. She experienced accidental magic.

Daphne, who had frozen at the sight of Fleur’s gorgeous body in the mirror, could only stare in muted horror as Harry’s door slowly swung open. She had long believed that Rose was the most beautiful woman in the world, but Fleur was clearly the brunette’s equal, at least. Her long legs, thick thighs, wide hips, and large, round arse were on full display to her fellow’s blonde’s hungry eyes, and the sight of her plump cheeks rippling as Harry’s hips pounded them was mesmerizing. Her skin was flawless and covered in a sheen of sweat that made her practically glow in the sunlight streaming in through the window.

As Daphne’s eyes moved onto Fleur’s large breasts, swinging under her as Harry pounded her, she was taken aback by the look of absolute pleasure on her gorgeous, heart-shaped face. Her features were partially hidden by her silver-gold hair, which had fallen in front of her face, and what she could see was a bright red as the older woman raced towards her peak, but Daphne thought she’d never looked more beautiful.

“W...we should go,” Daphne whispered, the sound barely audible as Fleur’s pleasured screams grew louder. “Rose?”

Daphne looked back at the girl she was pretty sure she was in love with, only to find those green eyes she loved so much had turned black with lust. Looking back at where Rose was staring, the blonde focused on Harry and realized, for the first time in her life, just how attractive he was. She’d always found boys to be smelly, obnoxious wastes of space, and while she’d always known that there was a world of difference between her friend’s brother and the likes of Draco Malfoy, she’s barely deigned to notice him at all most of the time. As she watched him there, though, she couldn’t help but notice.

“He’s huge,” she thought to herself, hardly a startling conclusion.

“Mon Dieu, ‘arder!” Fleur cried, clawing at the sheets in front of her as Harry continued fucking her like he owned her.

His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he picked up his pace further, his hips a blur as his thick cock pistoned in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

“Whose pussy is this?” Harry growled.

“Yours!” Fleur screamed. “It’s your pussy...it’s your...gah...FUCK!”

Fleur fell forward as she came hard, burying her face in the sheets and screaming like she was being murdered. Harry grunted but didn’t slow at all, and Daphne found her eyes flickering back and forth between his captivating muscles and the goddess he was fucking senseless.

“How fucking strong is he?” she couldn’t help but wonder. “He could pick me...her up like nothing at all.”

Fleur crawled forward on the bed, as though some small part of her thought the pleasure was too intense and was trying to escape it, eventually crawling off of the bed entirely. Harry followed her, his thrusts not slowing for a second as they changed positions, and soon he was fucking her prone, her hips flat against the bed as she held herself up with her hands on the floor. Reaching forward, he gathered her hair in his hands, pulling it out of her flushed face, and tugged backward, making her look into the mirror.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful,” he said, staring down into Fleur’s glassy, unfocused eyes in the mirror.

His eyes flicked upward then, and Daphne felt like her heart was going to stop as he focused on her.

“He sees us,” she thought to herself in panic, holding his gaze through the mirror.

A moment later, her dread grew stronger as she realized, to her dismay, that she was wrong. He couldn’t see them; he could see her, as Rose, still a step down from her, was peaking out beside her arm, completely obscured by shadow. Harry grinned and winked at her before looking back down at Fleur, and Daphne wished that the ground would swallow her whole.

Harry continued fucking Fleur into the bed as she moaned and screamed in pleasure. He seemed to be changing the angle of his thrusts slightly each time, as though he were looking for something, and soon enough, it seemed that he’d found it.

“Fuck, right zere!” Fleur screamed, drooling onto the floor as she held herself in place slack-jawed.

Harry grunted, his thrusts growing slightly more erratic, and he leaned down to whisper something in Fleur’s ear. Whatever it was, and Daphne had one terrible idea about what it might have been, it set the Veela off immediately.

“‘ARRY!” she squealed at the top of her lungs as a geyser of her fluids gushed forth onto the bed.

Harry pulled out of her immediately and wrapped his hand around his cock. The long, impossibly thick shaft looked like it would be better suited on a centaur, and Daphne heard Rose whimper behind her as he jerked off. He came a second later, covering Fleur’s back in rope after thick rope of white cum as the gorgeous blonde slumped forward onto the floor.

His orgasm seemed to break both Daphne and Rose out of their trances, and without thinking, the blonde grabbed her friend’s hand and rushed over towards her bedroom, practically throwing her onto her bed and closing the door behind her as though they were being pursued by a terrible monster. Leaning back against the door as her heart raced in her chest, Daphne closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she’d just seen.

“Holy shit,” Rose breathed, the first words she’d spoken since their bout of accidental voyeurism began.

Daphne took some deep breaths to try and calm herself, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing heat of her core. If she had gone with her original idea to make herself a white bikini, the fabric would be see-through by now. Shaking her head, she rushed over to Rose, who was still sitting on her bed, staring blankly ahead of her.

“Rose, Rose, I...he s…” Daphne went to say, only to be cut off by the other girl as she pulled her down for a passionate kiss.

Her mind going blank, the blonde returned the kiss hungrily, moaning as she felt Rose reach behind herself and untie her hastily tied bikini top.

“I’m so horny I can barely think,” Rose whispered in her ear, “so wet that it’s running down my thighs. Please, Daph.”

That desperate whine, the unspoken pleading to fuck her, it was just the sort of thing that had filled Daphne’s dreams for years, and as she stared down at Rose, seeing her lust-darkened eyes and her dark pink nipples looking so hard they could cut glass, she knew that, come what may, by the end of the night, she was going to explore every inch of her gorgeous body. Thoughts of Rose’s weirdly attractive brother, who had clearly spotted her spying on him and Fleur, were pushed out of her mind entirely.

That could be dealt with tomorrow.