Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 3 (Patreon)

“Oh, fuck, that feels divine,” Daphne moaned softly as she luxuriated in the warm water of her bath and enjoyed her boyfriend’s magical hands.  Said boyfriend was currently giving her a foot massage that, in combination with the perfectly warm water of the bath, was threatening to send her into a coma.

“Hermione got me a couple muggle books on massage when I told her you and I were dating,” Harry said.

“Remind me to look through my family’s library for something old and esoteric when her next birthday rolls around,” Daphne sighed.

“Careful, love,” Harry chuckled. “You give her gifts like that, and I might have some competition.”

“She’s not my type,” Daphne replied dryly, “so even if I were hers, you’d have nothing to worry about.”

She settled back into her bath after that, enjoying the wonders of what the Room of Requirement could do.  This place was something that she had never known about in all her years at Hogwarts and never would have learned about at all if not for her relationship with Harry.  She looked down at her loving boyfriend and felt her heart soar.  He had been very affectionate from early on in their relationship, and it had taken her a while to learn just why.  Being touch-deprived all his life had left him with a fundamental need for it, and she had made a point of returning his affection eagerly to give him what he needed.  The last week or so, he had been even touchier than normal, though, and she was beginning to fear that the reason for that might be concern on his part.

Their threesome with Astoria had been easily the greatest thing she had ever done.  Hours of the most intense, soul-searing pleasure she had ever known had been the result, and she didn’t experience any of the jealousy that she might have expected.  If anything, it had actually made her and Harry’s relationship better, as he had immediately become even more loving and attentive, but she felt that she needed to make sure that it was for the right reasons.

“Harry?” she asked, getting his attention. “As much as I’ve loved the pampering over the last several days, I hope you’re not worried that I regret what we did with my sister or am resentful.”

“It’s not that,” Harry said, switching back to the first foot he had massaged. “I just wanted to be half as good to you as you are to me.”

He poured fresh water off of her foot, clearing it of any of the bubblebath, and brought her big toe to his lips.

“Oh, Merlin,” Daphne moaned as he sucked on her toe. “Fuck me, why does that feel so good?”

“Beats me,” Harry replied, paying just as much attention to her other toes.

Daphne leaned her head back and enjoyed the sheer pleasure that her brain was marinating in.

“You know, now that you mention that night, there is one thing that I wanted to ask,” Harry said.

“What?” Daphne asked.

“Why is Astoria the way she is?” he asked. “You gave me the short version, and I’ve been meaning to ask for the long one.”

“It’s a long story,” Daphne sighed.

“How long?” Harry asked.

“Goes back about five hundred years,” Daphne said flatly.

“Man, you two look amazing,” Harry said, giving her a wry grin.

Daphne rolled her eyes and splashed water at him playfully with her free foot. “Get naked and get in here.”

Harry smiled widely and quickly undressed.  Daphne scooted up to make room for him and then settled between his legs, resting her head on his muscular chest.  He placed a hand on her flat stomach and brought the other around to cup one of her large breasts.  She looked up and winked before beginning her tale.

“Sometime in the sixteenth century, a woman of House Greengrass was engaged to wed the heir of House Gaunt,” she said.

“The Gaunts?” Harry asked, tensing.

“Yeah, they’re an old, dead pureblood family,” Daphne replied, confused. “Have you heard of them?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Harry sighed, relaxing. “Please, go on.”

“The woman, Elizabeth, had no desire to marry her intended,” Daphne continued. “For what reason, I don’t know, but she was firmly against the match and did all that she could to get out of it.  She ended up eloping with a boy from House Rosier and it resulted in a major scandal.”

“I can imagine,” Harry murmured.

“The family was embarrassed by the turn of events and ended up paying restitution to the Gaunts,” Daphne said, “but they had no idea just how much the bastard would end up making them pay.”

“What happened?” Harry asked.

“Unbeknownst to anyone, the Gaunt heir laid a terrible curse on his former betrothed,” Daphne said. “She became pregnant not long after she married the Rosier man and grew terribly frail during the pregnancy.  When she gave birth, the child, a girl, survived, but she did not.”

“That’s awful,” Harry said.

“It was worse than that,” Daphne said. “The curse that the Gaunt man used was a rare and terrible blood malediction.  It cursed not Elizabeth herself but her blood and it was something that could be passed down through the generations.  To make matters worse, Elizabeth’s brother loved her dearly and decided after she died to wed her daughter to his son and heir when they came of age.”

“You don’t mean…” Harry said, his voice thick and grave.

“No,” Daphne said, turning around and cupping his cheek. “No, my family found a way to break the curse in the late nineteenth century.”

“Oh,” Harry said, releasing a breath he’d been holding, “but then what does that have to do with Astoria?”

“You have to understand that before the curse was broken, it terrorized my family,” Daphne said. “It didn’t hit all of Elizabeth’s descendants, or even all of her female ones; that would have been more of a kindness in truth.”

“How on Earth could cursing all of you have been a kindness?” Harry asked.

“Because the true terror lay in the uncertainty,” Daphne said. “Every time a girl was born, for it didn’t affect any of the boys, her poor parents held their breath and frantically searched for symptoms.  Every cough was a reason for alarm, every moment of her looking tired was a cause for dread.”

“That sounds like hell,” Harry shuddered.

“You have no idea,” Daphne said. “You can see why I didn’t want to get into this before the threesome.”

“Bit of a mood killer,” Harry acknowledged. “Though, speaking of Astoria, I still don’t see how this relates to her.”

“Getting there, love,” Daphne said. “The afflicted all suffered from similar symptoms.  They were frail all their lives, easily wounded, and constantly tired.  Their magic could be stymied, making them, not squibs perse, but close.  When Astoria was born, she seemed fine at first, but quickly started showing signs of this, and my parents began to fear that the curse had come back.”

“They must have been horrified,” Harry said.

“Yes, they were,” Daphne said. “You have to understand that, as there’s less than a year between us, all of what I know comes from hearing it from them after the fact.  As a girl, the most that I knew was that Stori was tired a lot and not allowed to play with me much.  We could have little tea parties, but that was the extent of it.”

“She seems fine now, so what happened?” Harry asked.

“It turns out that there is a very rare condition, and by rare, I mean it happens maybe once every few centuries, that can affect very young magical children,” Daphne explained. “It affects the way that their magic works, specifically with regards to accidental magic.  With most kids, they experience episodes of accidental magic in times of great emotion or boredom.”

“Yeah, it’s a subconscious thing,” Harry said. “I remember I accidentally apparated once.”

“Really?” Daphne asked. “That’s pretty amazing.”

“Yeah, I was trying to get away from my cousin and his friends,” Harry said, shaking his head at the memory.

“Right,” Daphne said, wanting to change the subject. “Anyway, the kids who suffer from this rare condition experience accidental magic almost constantly.”

“How the hell is your family home still standing?” Harry asked.

“It’s constant, but on minute things,” Daphne explained. “They’ll move dust around or send insects careening across the room.  It’s the kind of thing that most parents don’t notice, and because it’s so unbelievably rare, none of the healers that they brought her to over the years knew about it.  It was only after it stopped, as accidental magic does for all kids, that someone put the pieces together.  While it was happening, though, because Astoria was essentially using magic constantly, it tired her out constantly.”

“Mimicking the effects of the malediction,” Harry said.

“Yes,” Daphne said. “That was the other reason that it took so long for anyone to figure out what was wrong with Astoria.  We had an easy, if horrifying, explanation to turn to and didn’t look much further.”

“Your parents must have been relieved,” Harry commented.

“They were ecstatic,” Daphne said, “but they had also spent the better part of a decade scared out of their wits that their daughter was going to die young, and getting over that kind of fear is...difficult.”

“So they continued to treat her like she was made of glass,” Harry surmised.

“Yes, they did,” Daphne snorted, shaking her head. “Honestly, part of it’s on Stori as well.  She was highly restricted growing up, but she was also very pampered and grew quite comfortable.  She was never particularly adventurous and became rather shy and introverted, content with her own company.”

“The girl I deflowered wasn’t exactly shy,” Harry said.

“Things changed last year,” Daphne said. “Under the reign of the Carrows, it was like Astoria woke up one day and realized that she was lonely.  She started trying to be outgoing, but to limited success, both due to the general miserable atmosphere of this place and her own lack of socialization.”

“She seems better now,” Harry said.

“She is, but she’s had to play catch up on a lot in a short amount of time, and it’s made her insecure,” Daphne said. “Going out with a prick like Malfoy isn’t helping.”

“Hence your plotting,” Harry said.

“There wasn’t much actual plotting, really,” Daphne said. “I started out hoping that she’d come to her senses.  When that failed and she wanted my help getting ‘experience,’ I gave her that copy of you in the hopes that, when Malfoy failed to measure up, she’d sour on the idea of him, and letting her join us was just an idea in the same vein.”

Daphne turned around in the tub and looked straight at Harry; her eyes were lidded and dark with desire.

“You know that you ruined her for him, right?” Daphne asked, reaching down to grab his cock and slowly stroking it to hardness. “He’s going to disappoint her, and then she’s going to dump his worthless arse and be free to find someone worthy of her.”

“You sound confident,” Harry groaned.

“I know that I couldn’t settle for so much less after having you,” Daphne purred, “and Astoria and I are very similar.”

Without another word, she let his cock go and climbed out of the tub, drying herself with a towel the room summoned for her and leaving him a second one as a hint.  A bed appeared in the room, and Daphne climbed in, resting her head on her hands and sticking her large, round ass in the air enticingly.

Looking around at her boyfriend, she smirked and asked, “you coming?”

Harry had never gotten out of a tub faster in his life.

*****

Daphne skipped breakfast the next day, getting one of her family’s house elves to grab her a couple pieces of fruit because she wanted to get her portrait of Harry to Charms class early.  Setting it up on an easel, she took a moment to enjoy the sight of her boyfriend’s wonderful physique.  She didn’t remember what he called those lovely little muscles on his stomach, but she did know that she wanted to lick them.  Alas, they hadn’t had time for any fun that morning.

“I really wish you could hand this one in to Flitwick in his office,” Harry sighed as he entered the room.

“Unfortunately, the presentation is worth half the marks,” Daphne replied sheepishly. “I just hope that I do as well as you did displaying the ascension charm yesterday.”

For this particular assignment, the students had been instructed to research a particularly difficult bit of charms work on their own and try to master the spell.  It was meant to show that they had gained the ability to research magic during their seven years of Charms class.  Harry was trying to reverse engineer Voldemort’s flying spell and had chosen the ascension charm for class as part of that greater project.

“Oh my,” she heard Hermione say behind them. “Daphne, your spellwork is exquisite.”

Watching Hermione admire the portrait of her half-naked best friend lifting weights and exclusively notice the enchantments really drove home the fact that despite how long they had known each other and how much they cared about each other, Daphne really didn’t have to fear the brunette at all.

“Thanks, Hermione,” she said, noticing through the corner of her eye that Ginny had come in and was staring openly at portrait Harry.

“Can he speak?” Hermione asked, drawing her attention away from her boyfriend’s ex.

“No,” Daphne said. “True magical portraits are the work of charms masters who specialize in the field.  This is just an animated portrait charmed to move in a constant loop.”

“And it appears to be quite well done,” Professor Flitwick said as he entered the room. “Since we all seem to be here, Miss Greengrass, and you’re already set up, why don’t you give your presentation first?”

Daphne smiled at how impressed he already seemed with her project and took her place at the front of the room to give her well-prepared presentation on how she had put it together.  It was something that she had been working on for weeks and had memorized down to the last word.  It was primarily on the technicalities of how such a portrait was put together, since the canvas itself had to be carefully spelled before a drop of paint was put on it, the charms done after it was painted, and how it was preserved in perpetuity.  She was so familiar with her presentation that she was able to get a good look at the reactions from the class.

Ginny Weasley hadn’t once looked upset with her choice in the months since their final year at Hogwarts began, seeming quite happy with Neville.  Daphne had no reason to believe that this had changed, but for the first time that she had noticed, the redhead was looking at Harry with desire in her eyes, his portrait, but still.  She hoped it was a passing fancy, but even if it wasn’t, after all these months, she felt secure enough in her relationship to be unworried.

Harry’s ex was at least being rather subtle about checking out the portrait, something that couldn’t be said for Astoria.  Daphne’s lips quirked upward as she saw the raw lust on her sister’s face.  The poor girl couldn’t have been any less obvious unless she actually had her tongue hanging out.  She was also completely ignoring Draco beside her, who actually seemed to be paying attention to her for once.

Daphne finished her presentation and took her seat, happy with how that had gone.  As she took her seat, a small, crumpled-up piece of parchment was subtly floated over to her hand, and she opened it to read the note.

Meet me in the courtyard after Herbology – A

Stuffing the note in her robes, Daphne returned her attention to the front of the room as the next presentation began.

*****

Daphne entered the courtyard under the effects of her disillusionment charm.  She might not have mastered the spell to the extent that it rendered her completely invisible, but she was good enough that someone would have to stare directly at her to notice her presence.  She had no reason not to believe that the note had come from Astoria; it had been her handwriting after all, but there was also no reason not to be cautious.

“You can come out now, Daph,” Astoria said, undoing her own disillusionment charm.

“How did you know I was here?” Daphne asked.

“You consider being late to be a crime,” Astoria snorted.

“Well, it’s rude,” Daphne said, crossing her arms.

Astoria just smiled and cast a quick “muffliato.”

Daphne cocked an eyebrow.  There were barely any people around them, so for her to bother keeping their conversation quiet magically instead of just speaking softly meant it had to be important.

“Daphne, when do boys stop growing?” Astoria asked.

Daphne bit her cheek and dug her nails into her palm hard enough to draw blood to keep from laughing.  Her sister looked so serious, had taken pains to lure her out where there were barely any people around, and made sure that no one could hear them just to ask if Draco was going to get any bigger.  She was going to laugh until she cried later.

“I...um,” Daphne said, taking a deep breath to hold off the rhythmic spasming that her chest wanted to do. “Probably the same time as girls.  Why?”

“Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh,”she chanted in her mind.

“Oh,” Astoria said, looking away. “Well, it’s just...Draco and I went on a date last night, and it was really good.  He was sweet, kind, and so attentive.  No one interrupted us, and he ended it by taking me up to the top of the Astronomy Tower.  The night was beautiful, and he was so gorgeous, and then we were kissing.  I started feeling him up, you know?  I thought that the pants were just hiding the rest of him, but when I told him I wanted to give him a blowjob and he whipped it out, it was, well, small.”

“How small are we talking?” Daphne asked, trying to sound as unamused as possible.

“I don’t know...about this?” Astoria asked, holding her hands about five or six inches apart. “I guess I just thought they were all the same.”

“All like Harry, you mean,” Daphne thought smugly.

“Well, like I said, I’ve only ever seen the one,” Daphne said.

“Yeah,” Astoria said, looking out blankly for a moment.

“So, how’d it go otherwise?” Daphne asked.

“He came pretty quickly,” Astoria said. “I guess it had been a while.  Then we just kind of went back to our dorms.”

“He did seem pretty affectionate with you this morning,” Daphne said, “in charms class.”

“Huh?” Astoria asked before shaking her head and saying, “oh, right.  To be honest, I barely noticed at first.  Your presentation was great, Daph!”

“Yes, it was my presentation you were staring at like a dog looking at steak,” Daphne thought to herself.

“Thanks,” she said. “Look, I’m sure even if Draco is a lot smaller than Harry, that you’ll still be happy with him.  Right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Astoria said. “He’s still the sweetest guy.”

“Did he return the favor?” Daphne asked.

“Return the...oh, no,” Astoria replied, blushing again. “We were running out of time and didn’t want to get caught on the way back.”

“Right,” Daphne said, not believing that excuse in the slightest.

“Astoria!” Draco exclaimed.

Daphne turned and scowled for a second before schooling her features.  Draco was rushing towards them, Theodore Nott in toe, holding a broom in his right hand.  She heard Astoria cancel her spell the second she saw him.

“There you are; I’ve been looking everywhere,” Draco said.

“I needed to talk to Daphne about something,” Astoria said.

“Oh, yes, hello, Daphne,” Draco said, seemingly just noticing her then.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without Potter, Daphne,” Theodore joked lightly.

“I needed a word with my sister,” Daphne said. “Is that broom new?”

“Yes,” Draco said, puffing up like one of his father’s peacocks. “The latest Thunderbolt model.  It’s an extravagance, but things have been looking up lately, for the most part, so I decided to order it.”

“It’s a pity it’s too late in the year to join the Slytherin team,” Daphne sighed, delighting in the slight twitch in his eye.

“With all my new responsibilities, I found myself too busy to bother with the game, alas,” Draco sighed. “I suppose Potter felt the same.”

Harry had wanted a stress-free year and had only accepted the position of Head Boy after much arm-twisting from the Headmistress.  As much as he enjoyed Quidditch, he didn’t really want the added stress and commitment that rejoining the team would have meant.  Avoiding spending extra time with his ex-girlfriend had also been a consideration.

Daphne knew that Draco’s comment was meant as a dig at Harry for not yet taking on the task of running his house’s finances, though, and fought the urge to scowl at him.  Even with the settlement he had needed to reach with the goblins, Harry’s finances were in fair shape, and he could afford to let them sit for another few months.  Draco, whose family had been all but ruined in the aftermath of the war, did not have such a luxury.

“Yeah, though he also has a new broom,” Daphne said. “He replaced his Firebolt a few months ago.”

“Yes, I considered a Firebolt but the Thunderbolts are slightly faster,” Draco said.

“Were you thinking about racing?” Astoria asked.

“No, why?” Draco asked.

“You mentioned that it was faster than a Firebolt, which would make it the fastest on the market, right?” Astoria asked.

“Right,” Draco said. “Well, I just like having the option.  I was going to ask if you wanted to go flying later.”

“Actually, Draco, the idea of a race might not be a bad idea,” Daphne said, grinning at him. “Harry might not have time for the Quidditch team, but I know he’d love the idea of some form of competition in the air.”

“That’s not…” Draco sputtered. “I’m sure the Head Boy has better things to do with his time; I certainly do.”

“Of course,” Daphne said, her tone patronizing.

“I don’t know, Draco,” Astoria said. “I think it could be fun and, well…”

Astoria whispered the rest of her sentence in her boyfriend’s ear.  Draco’s eyes widened, and he stared at Astoria in shock.  Daphne could see the flash of desire in his blue eyes, and her eye twitched.

“I suppose if Potter agrees, I could deign to race him,” he conceded. “How exactly would it work?”

“Stori and I could conjure markers in the air to form a sort of course,” Daphne suggested. “I’ll go let him know. Later, you two.”

Daphne left to find Harry and talk him into beating his old Quidditch rival in the air one last time.

*****

Harry suppressed a grin as he held his broom at his side.  He had his reasons for refusing to rejoin the Gryffindor Quidditch team during his final year at Hogwarts, but he had to admit that he missed it.  Flying had thrilled him ever since that first moment when he zoomed off without a second’s hesitation to catch Neville’s remembrall.  He felt freer in the air than he ever had in his life, and Quidditch had been a great way to fly more than he would have been able to otherwise.  He had also enjoyed the competition.

He could still fly from time to time and had replaced his lost broom as soon as he was able to, but simple flight couldn’t give him the additional thrill of competing.  The drive to prove himself, to win, and to enjoy the celebrations afterward.  In a time when he had been known and praised primarily for something he didn’t remember and hadn’t actually deserved the credit for, winning Quidditch games had been the first thing he had done that earned him praise on his own merit.  He hardly needed such s thing now, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still enjoy it.

Looking over at Malfoy, standing there with his Thunderbolt in hand, he realized that he had truly missed this.

“Alright,” Daphne called out, her voice loud enough for the small crowd that had formed to hear her, “here’s how it’s going to work.  Those numbered floating markers up there are tied to these enchanted bracelets.  You two will put one on, and it will start screeching if you miss one of the markers.  You have to fly past all of them in order, flying within three feet of each one in any direction for the bracelet to record it.”

“The first one to finish the circuit and land back here wins,” Astoria added, giving Draco a warm smile.

Looking out at the course that his girlfriend and her sister had set up, Harry was impressed by their spell work.  What looked like little floating candles were spread out, starting in the courtyard and reaching out far over the lake and towards Hagrid’s hut.  Daphne walked over and handed him the little iron band that he quickly fastened around his wrist.

“Win this for me,” Daphne said.

“What will be my prize?” Harry asked, grinning at her and looking down at her incredible figure.

“Take whatever perverted thing you’re thinking of doing to me right now and imagine doing it for the next three nights,” Daphne purred in his ear.

“Fair warning, pet, you’re going to be sitting funny for a while,” Harry whispered in her ear, making her shudder.

“It’ll be worth it, I’m sure,” Daphne breathed.

“Alright,” Astoria called out, taking her place by the starting mark, “on your brooms.”

Harry mounted his broom, already imagining mounting something all together softer later as he watched Daphne’s hips sway with her every step towards Astoria.  As soon as she was back with her sister, she turned and looked over at him and Malfoy.

“Go on one,” she said. “Three, Two, ONE!”

Harry sped off the second Daphne said one and was surprised to see that Malfoy didn’t try to start even a second sooner.  Realizing that his old rival might have actually grown up a bit, Harry also knew it wasn’t going to stop him from smoking the blond.  Much like in their old matches, where they were both on Nimbus brooms, Malfoy’s was faster, but Harry remained the better flier and shot out to an early lead.

Zooming past the first candle, he saw the flame turn red and wondered if it would have turned green if Malfoy had been the first to pass by it.  He veered right and descended towards the second candle, which was floating just above the lake.  There was such a sharp decline between the positions of the first and second candles that it was almost certainly designed with the concept of a wronski feint in mind.  Plunging towards the water at exceptional speed, Harry pulled up at the last second and barely saw the candle’s flame turn red before Malfoy blocked out his vision.

“You’ve gotten better at that!” Harry called out.  He actually had, too.  The boy he competed against back in the day would have very likely gotten wet there.

“I have, Potter,” Malfoy replied, rolling under him to move to Harry’s left.

The next two candles were placed in between two of the castle’s towers, a fit so tight that it would be risky to try and pass through next to Malfoy.  His sharp turn had given him the lead in the race between that candle, and, though Harry tried to pass him, the Thunderbolt’s speed proved to be insurmountable in that short stretch, and Malfoy whipped past the candle ahead of Harry, turning the flame green.

Harry passed by it a second later and turned sharply upwards the next candle, right on Malfoy’s tail.  The space between the towers was wider at the top, and Harry was able to get next to his opponent, closer now than he had been because of the Firebolt’s greater turning ability.  Neck and neck, the two battled for inches as they raced towards the candle.  Malfoy flew towards him, trying to push him towards the tower wall, but Harry rolled out of the way and grinned at the grunt his opponent let out as he scraped across the wall.  He remained on his broom but was slowed by the minor collision, allowing Harry to pass by the next candle first.

Spying the next one just above Hagrid’s cabin, Harry bolted out towards the stone house.  Though he was in the lead again, the long, straight stretch favored Malfoy, who managed to cut his lead in half by the time he passed by the next candle.  Harry turned rapidly to the left as he raced upwards towards the penultimate candle.  This one was high in the air, halfway between Hagrid’s cabin and the courtyard where the race would end.  It was another long straight stretch, and Malfoy gained on him just enough to turn the flame green as they both passed by it.

The final candle lay where the race began, far below where they were, and Harry put the full capabilities of the Firebolt to the test as he turned so quickly he felt the sheer speed on his skin.  Plunging towards the ground, he knew that he’d be able to pull up at the last second and gave little thought to his safety as he soared through the air.  Careening downward with Malfoy hot on his trail, Harry waited until the second he saw that final flame turn red to pull up, narrowly avoiding the ground as he started to slow down.  He heard Malfoy yell behind him and looked over to see him tumbling on the ground.

“Draco!” Astoria yelled, rushing over to her boyfriend.

Harry saw the Thunderbolt hovering in the air where it had deposited Malfoy and figured out what likely happened.  Unless he was mistaken, the back of Malfoy’s broom had bounced off the ground as he followed Harry into that sharp turn at the end and sent him arse over tip along the ground.  Getting off of his broom, he walked over to where Malfoy was already getting up, looking furious.  He would smart for a few days, but he didn’t look like he had broken anything.

“You’re amazing!” Daphne exclaimed, jumping into his arms.  Harry kissed her passionately, kneading her arse through her robes with his free hand. “You barbarian!”

“I do feel like throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you off to have my wicked way with you,” Harry chuckled.

“Why don’t you?” Daphne purred, her blue eyes dark with lust.

Before he could reply, Harry saw Malfoy grab his broom and stomp off, looking furious and leaving an angry-looking Astoria in his wake.

“What was that?” Daphne asked as they walked over to her.

“He blamed me for his loss!” Astoria hissed.

“How in the world does he figure that?” Harry asked.

“Well, I did talk him into it,” Astoria admitted, blushing prettily.

“Draco agreed to the race of his own accord,” Daphne said, rolling her eyes.

“He’s just dealing with a bruised ego,” Harry said dismissively. “He’ll get over it.”

“How did you convince him to agree to the race anyway?” Daphne asked.

“I…” Astoria paused and looked around. “Harry, do you have anything to do tonight?”

Confused by the sudden change of topic, Harry nonetheless replied, “not really.”

“Then could we continue this in your room?” Astoria asked. “I’d rather not say out here.”

“Okay,” Harry said.

As the three of them walked towards the Head Boy’s room, it occurred to Harry that even a couple weeks ago, being blamed by Malfoy for his own failure would have likely left Astoria deeply upset rather than merely irritated as she looked.  He hadn’t put much stock in Daphne’s theory that fucking her would improve her confidence, but he was starting to wonder if it had.

As he closed the door behind him, he saw Daphne looking at Astoria with a look of pride on her face.  It seemed that she had come to a similar conclusion about her sister’s demeanor as he did.

“What I whispered in his ear before Draco agreed to the race was that if he won, I’d blow him again,” Astoria said.

“Oh,” Harry said nonplussed, not really wanting to picture that.

“You didn’t have to wait until we were here to tell us that,” Daphne said. “I could have made sure that no one overheard us.”

“Oh, I know that,” Astoria said. “The thing is, I was going to do it either way, figuring that it would either be in celebration of his win or consolation of his loss, but he decided to be a jerk about it and so I thought, why not still make it a reward for victory?”

“What?” Harry and Daphne asked in unison.

Faltering slightly, Astoria looked at Daphne and said, “only if you’re okay with it, of course.”

Harry just stared at Astoria for a solid moment, his brain refusing to believe that he had just heard what he did.  His girlfriend’s sister had just offered to go down on him in front of her.

“Ooo, we could make a competition of our own!” Astoria exclaimed. “We could go back and forth for, I don’t know, 30 seconds at a time.  The one who makes him cum wins.”

“Astoria, I don’t know,” Daphne said.

“Hey, if you don’t want to do anything like that again, that’s fine,” Astoria said, looking disappointed. “I just had so much fun that night, and, while obviously we can’t do all of that again, I just thought it would be fun to mess around a little bit.”

“What about Malfoy?” Harry asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Astoria sighed. “Things have been better between us.  He’s been treating me more like a girlfriend than an annoyance, but he’s still so hot and cold.  I’d be with him right now if he hadn’t scorned me, but he did.  If our relationship progresses any further, if I get the sense that he actually wants to be with me, then, of course, nothing like this could happen again, but if he’s going to keep acting like this, then what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.  It’s not like we’ll be doing any of the other things that we did that night.”

“Okay,” Daphne said, and Harry’s eyes shot to hers.  He didn’t need legilimancy to know what was going through her head just then, as she saw cracks forming in her sister’s relationship. “We’re just talking about a blowjob, though.”

“Of course,” Astoria said, her expression brightening as Daphne agreed.

Harry just let out a happy sigh and took off his outer robes.  So long as Daphne was okay with him fooling around with her sister, he wasn’t about to question it.  Daphne got undressed quickly and started charming the small, analog clock he kept on his nightstand.  Harry sat down on the bed, figuring that he might as well get comfortable.

“Stori,” Daphne said, “keep your panties on.”

“Okay,” Astoria said, shrugging as she removed most of her clothes.

“Alright,” Daphne said, setting the clock back down. “Once I tap this clock, it will make a chiming sound every thirty seconds until it is dispelled.  Stori, you can go first.”

“Thanks, Daph,” Astoria said, sounding excited.  She stared down at his uncovered cock with clear hunger on her face. “Fuck, I still can’t believe how big this thing is!”

“Whenever you’re ready,” Daphne said, tapping the clock with her wand.

Astoria took his cock in her hand, cradling it almost lovingly, and pulled back his foreskin to start kissing the glans.  Harry sighed in contentment as he enjoyed her ministrations.  She had just wrapped her lips around his throbbing head when the clock chimed.  She looked disappointed as she moved aside, but didn’t say a word.

Daphne started bobbing her head up and down on his cock from the start.  She was going slowly, not wanting to try and push him over the edge that quickly, but she wasn’t starting out as slowly as she usually did.  Harry groaned and snaked his fingers into her long blonde tresses.  She continued sucking his cock for about twenty seconds before letting it pop from her mouth and moving down to his balls.

“Merlin, Daphne,” Harry moaned as she sucked on his balls.  She kept at it until the clock sounded and moved aside for Astoria.

The two of them continued on like that for several minutes, going back and forth each time the clock chimed and growing more and more desperate to make him cum.  For his part, Harry just sat there and prayed it would never end.

“You’re both such good girls,” he hissed as Astoria let him go.

“Only for you, Daddy,” Astoria purred, resting her head on his thigh as she watched Daphne deepthroat him.

“What?” Harry asked, his eyes nearly crossing at the feeling of Daphne swallowing his cock.

“I overheard some girl call her boyfriend that in a broom cupboard I passed today and thought it sounded so hot,” Astoria said. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

“Fuck yes,” Harry groaned. “Daphne, I’m so...so close!”

Daphne picked up her pace, her head a blur as she bobbed it up and down on his cock.  Her hand found his balls, and Harry swore he was right on the edge when the clock sounded.

“Damn it!” Daphne exclaimed, looking genuinely unhappy.

Astoria was on him in an instant, taking his cock down her tight little throat all the way to the base .  He didn’t know if she had practiced much since the night he took her virginity, but as she buried her nose in his pubic hair, she seemed to have no gag reflex to speak of.  She fondled his balls and sucked his cock like it contained the last meal she’d have for days.  Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, her finger brushed over his arsehole, and he saw stars.

“Astoria,” he croaked out, unleashing what felt like gallons of cum down her perfect little throat.  Harry collapsed on his back, staring at the ceiling as he tried desperately to catch his breath.  That had been so good, it had actually made his legs shake.

“Delicious,” Astoria cooed, wiping her mouth.

Harry looked over at them and noticed that Astoria looked very pleased with herself, while Daphne was glaring daggers in the back of her head.  He had never seen her competitive side before, but he could relate to it.  Grabbing her wand, Daphne conjured a small block of wood and quickly transfigured it into a perfect replica of his cock.

“Here, Astoria,” Daphne said, handing her sister the dildo. “Consider your prize for winning.  It’s conjured, so it won’t last as long as the other one, but it will do tonight, certainly.”

“Thanks, Daph,” Astoria said, accepting the gift with a smile on her face.  Kissing her sister on the cheek, she added, “you’re the best.  I’ll just get dressed and leave you two to your night.”

He had never seen a woman get dressed as quickly as Astoria did, and he imagined that she was running down her thighs and was eager to get back to her bed so she could use Daphne’s gift.

“Goodnight, you two,” she said as she left.

Harry walked up behind Daphne and wrapped his arms around her, saying, “you’re incredible, you know that?”

He buried his face in her neck and peppered kisses along the sensitive column, nuzzling her affectionately.

“Harry?” she asked.

“Mmhmm?” he asked.

Turning around to look up at him, she said, “if I can feel my legs by the time we’re done tonight, I’m going to be very upset.”

Harry laughed and kissed her deeply, dragging her to bed with him.  She seemed tense at first, for some reason, but quickly relaxed and started grinding her soaking wet cunt on his rapidly hardening length.  Harry grinned at the thought of the long, very pleasant night ahead of him as he buried himself inside her pussy.