Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 5 (Patreon)

“Merlin, harder!” was the first thing Daphne heard as she woke up, her eyes fluttering open.  The second was the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin and she blinked the sleep out of her eyes blearily.

“You’re...a...fucking...god...Daddy!” Astoria grunted, each word punctuating a brutal thrust from Harry as he pounded her little pussy.  The squelching sound her grunts were accompanying was proof enough that she was more than wet enough to take that kind of punishment.

“Didn’t you two get enough last night?” Daphne groaned.

“N...never!” Astoria cried, thrusting back against Harry as he did his best to fuck her through the mattress.

“This insatiable little slut woke me up with a blowjob,” Harry laughed, picking up his pace and fucking Astoria even harder. “Clearly she needed more.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Astoria whined, grabbing the sheets in front of her so hard that her knuckles turned white. “I need more of your...ugh...your big cock!”

Daphne rolled her eyes and got out of bed, limping over to the bathroom as the sounds of her sister getting her brains fucked out filled the room.  If she had, even for a moment, feared that Harry wouldn’t be able to keep up with the both of them, she’d have been proven dead wrong.  Having two beautiful girls in his bed seemed to invigorate him and spur him onto greater athletic feats in the bedroom.  What this meant was that, as Astoria became somewhat of a fixture in their bed over the last few weeks, Daphne’s already incredible sex life had become even more amazing.

Sitting down on the toilet, she buried her head in her hands and tried to focus on the positive aspects of their arrangement.  That first time that they had a threesome, Daphne was surprised by the fact that she hadn’t been even slightly jealous.  She expected some ugly fear to bother her even as she talked Astoria into fucking Harry, but it had never come.  Sadly for her, as she learned over the last few weeks, that had specifically been because she was sure that it would be a one-time thing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” she heard Astoria squeal at the top of her lungs as she came yet again on Harry’s cock.

Daphne had always been cool and collected, direct in seeking what she wanted, and never one to waver in the face of a tough choice once she had made up her mind.  Her directness and temper had seen her labeled a bitch in her early years at Hogwarts, while her pickiness with men and absolute lack of shyness in how she rejected those who didn’t interest her got her labeled an ice queen.  She had never felt less like the ice queen than she did in that moment.  She had to end this at some point, but every time she tried to, the words got stuck in her throat.

She couldn’t even blame holding off on Astoria and Draco’s relationship, as that was by then a farce holding on by a thread.  Daphne swore that the only reason they were still nominally together was because neither could figure out how best to end it.  Either that, or both were hoping the other would save them the bother.

The truth was that she was scared, scared that she was going to lose one or both of the most important people in her life, and it was making her sick.  Cleaning herself up, she opened the bathroom door and walked out to find Harry standing over an utterly limp, barely conscious Astoria, his hard, throbbing cock standing proud in the air, glistening with her sister’s arousal.

“She passed out on me again,” Harry sighed, though the mirth in his eyes made it clear he was not unhappy. “I don’t suppose you’d finish what she couldn’t?”

Daphne shuddered and clenched her thighs together as she felt heat pool between her legs.  The fact that watching or even hearing them fuck made her wetter than the ocean might have been a part of why she’d be hesitating too.  Hermione had mentioned a muggle thing called therapy, and Daphne was becoming more and more convinced that she needed it because it shouldn’t have been possible to fear and be turned on by something this much simultaneously.

Walking over to him, she kissed Harry deeply, tasting her sister’s cunt on his lips, and stroked his cock lightly.

“You know I will, Daddy, though I’m still a little sore, so I’ll just have to suck your wonderful cock,” Daphne cooed.  Sinking to her knees, she took his cock inside her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” Harry sighed, his hands going to her head as she bobbed it up and down on his cock.

The first time she tasted Astoria on his cock, she hadn’t quite known how to feel about it, but by now she was used to it.  She had long since gotten used to tasting herself on him when she wanted to speed up the next round, and it wasn’t like Astoria tasted particularly different.

“Oh, did I pass out?” Astoria asked as she came too.

“We need to work your stamina, baby girl,” Harry chuckled.

“Hey, I want to try something,” Astoria said. “Could you stand up?”

“What is it?” Daphne asked, stroking his cock.

“You’ll see,” Astoria said with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Okay,” Harry said, shrugging as he stood up.

“Go back to sucking his cock, Daph,” Astoria said, reaching for her wand.

Trusting her sister, despite her growing concerns about their situation, Daphne went back to sucking Harry’s cock, teasing the sensitive underside with her tongue in a way that she knew drove him wild before swallowing him whole.

“Astoria?” Harry asked, as she had apparently done something.

“Just a little necessary spell, Daddy,” Astoria explained, her voice high and light. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do,” Harry said, turning back to Daphne and grinning as their eyes met.

Daphne kept her eyes on his as she increased the suction, always enjoying the looks that he got on his face as she pleasured him.  Rather than what she was used to, though, his eyes bugged out and his mouth hung open.

“Stori!” he squeaked, his hips thrusting forward and driving his cock down her throat.  Daphne was taken aback and gagged at the sudden invasion, but adjusted quickly, swallowing him whole.

Whatever the hell Astoria was doing to Harry, he was clearly enjoying it if the near constant stream of low moans and groans he was letting out were any indication.  He started fucking her throat, his hips bucking and jerking almost seemingly of their own accord.  Daphne kept up with him, having done this with him before, but the question of what Astoria was doing to him was burning in her mind.

“Cumming!” Harry cried, the strangled sound seemingly half-stuck in his throat as he poured what felt like a gallon of cum down Daphne’s throat.  She swallowed it all, relishing in the look of ecstasy on his face.

When his orgasm finally subsided, Daphne let his softening cock slip from her lips with a pop and stood up to look over at Astoria, seeing her rub her jaw.  Harry was lying on his side on the bed, panting like he had just finished a race, and Daphne noticed little nail marks on his muscular arsecheek.

“Did you lick…” Daphne went to ask.

“His ass?” Astoria asked.  “Yeah.”

Daphne just looked at her in shock.

“It felt great when he did it to me the other day, and I figured that it would feel awesome for him if I did it while you blew him,” Astoria explained.  At Daphne’s continuing mystified look, she added, “I did clean him first.”

She waved her wand around for effect.

That was something that Daphne would never even have considered doing or asking for, and yet seeing how Harry responded, she knew he would want to experience it again.  Shaking her head, she figured that she could give it a try, at least.  It might not have been something that she’d have come up with, but then, neither was calling him Daddy in bed, and that had become routine.

“That was insane,” Harry sighed as he finally caught his breath. “I don’t know if I’ve ever cum that hard before.”

Daphne scowled for just a second at that, but it melted away at the sheer warmth in the smile Harry gave her.  She hugged him close, resting her head on his shoulder, and didn’t even mind when Astoria took her place on his other one.  She really needed to talk to someone.

*****

“...and I think that’s what it comes down to,” Hermione said, sipping her butter beer. “I just can’t decide if I want to take the minister up on his offer immediately or pursue a mastery.”

“Hermione, Kingsley said you could take your time with your decision,” Ron said. “There’s no need to stress about this while you’re still stressing over your NEWTs.”

Daphne leaned her head on Harry’s as she enjoyed the warm, cozy atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks.  Ron had come down for a weekend visit, and Harry had proposed a quiet double date with him and Hermione, something that Daphne had jumped at the opportunity for.

“I can dedicate some thought to a question this important while I study,” Hermione insisted.

“I guess the question is: do you want to end your education so soon?” Harry asked as he cut into beer-battered cod. “It’s kind of been your life for…”

“My entire life,” Hermione said, “with one notable year excepted.  I love it as much as I always have: studying, learning things I never knew about, and piecing things together myself.  I doubt that I’ll ever truly stop learning.”

“Perish the thought,” Ron said teasingly.

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled at him as she said, “I’m just not sure if this offer will still be on the table in a couple years.  Becoming an undersecretary at my age is nearly unheard of, and it could really propel me into a long career with the ministry.  I want to do something meaningful with my life; really help people.”

“And you think getting into politics is the answer?” Daphne asked dryly.

“There is a real possibility for change just now,” Hermione insisted.

“That remains to be seen,” Daphne argued. “For what its worth, Hermione, Shacklebolt’s likely to remain minister for the next five years at least unless something truly drastic happens, so, as long as you think he’d maintain his offer, you should be safe either way.”

“I’ll have to discuss it with him,” Hermione said.

“That’s probably for the best,” Harry said.

“What do you think, Ron?” Hermione asked.

“I think you should do what you think is best,” Ron replied.  When Hermione scowled, he added, “you just said you don’t know how long the offer will last for, right?  Until you know that, there’s no point in trying to make a choice.  Whatever you decide, though, I’ll support you.”

Hermione smiled at him and Daphne and marveled at the show of maturity from the redhead.  She had barely paid any attention to the boy before she started dating Harry, knowing only that he hated Slytherins with a passion.  He hadn’t been particularly welcoming towards her at first either, but he had mellowed and apparently matured.

“Oh, thank Merlin I found you,” Tracey said frantically as she rushed over to their table.

“Tracey, what’s wrong?” Daphne asked

“Daph, could I borrow your notes from Tranfiguration?  I spilled ink over mine and, like a bloody first year, vanished the ink.”

“Oh no, you got rid of your notes?” Hermione asked.

“At least I have free paper,” Tracey said, her voice full of false cheer.

“They’re in our room, but yeah, I can get them for you later,” Daphne said.

“You’re the best,” Tracey sighed.

“Maybe that’s because we’ve barely seen each other all week!” they heard Draco shout.

Looking over, Daphne noticed Draco and Astoria in the corner of the pub.  She hadn’t even seen them when she first got in, though she had been focused on Harry and then the conversation.

“And that’s my fault?!” Astoria exclaimed incredulously. “You rarely ever try to make time for me!”

“Well, I tried this week, and you spent nearly the whole time with your bloody sister!” Draco snarled.

“Should we…?” Harry trailed off.

“No,” Daphne said, openly hoping that they’d just break up and be done with it. “Stori can handle herself, and she’ll hate it if I step in.”

“I’m just sorry you have to put up with him like this,” Ron said. “I can’t imagine what I’d do if that tosser was dating Ginny.”

“Probably not what I’ve done,” Daphne thought to herself, imagining the redhead trying to get his sister to sleep with Hermione.

“If you decide that you have time for a boyfriend, come find me,” Draco said. “I might still be available.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Astoria hissed.

Draco looked at her, and Daphne held her breath for a moment, but then he took off without a word.

“Fucking pussy,” she hissed, looking embarrassed when the comment earned her looks and she realized that she had said it out loud.

Astoria just stood there, staring at the door, and Harry walked over to her.  Whatever he said to her, she turned around and buried her head in his chest, melting into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Show’s over; go back to your drinks,” Harry said warningly.  The other patrons looked away at his tone, and Daphne walked over to them.

“Stori?” she asked.

“Ca...can I join you guys?” Astoria asked, her eyes red. “I really don’t want to walk back to the castle alone.

“Of course,” Harry said. “We don’t mind.”

“Hey, Astoria, how about a firewhiskey?” Ron asked.

“That sounds nice,” Astoria sighed listlessly.

“How about I get us all a round?” Harry asked.

“Harry, I don’t know about that,” Hermione said.

“Just one round,” Harry pleaded. “We can regale these three with stories from our first few years here.”

“Oh, alright,” Hermione said. “It is Friday, after all.”

“I’m game,” Tracey said, making room for Astoria. “From what Daphne’s told me, Hogwarts was more of a warzone than a school for you.”

“Some years were better than others,” Ron said.

“It’ll be alright,” Daphne whispered in Astoria’s ear, wrapping an arm around her.

Harry returned a few moments later with a tray full of firewhiskey shots and set them down on the table.

“To friendships, old and new,” he toasted.

With the pleasant heat of the whiskey warming them all, Harry and his oldest friends launched into a retelling of some of their more outlandish moments from the first six years of their education.

“...and this one says, ‘if you two don't mind, I’m going to bed before you come up with another idea to get us killed or worse…expelled!” Ron laughed.

“I’m never going to live that one down, am I?” Hermione asked, her face reddening.

“Nope,” Ron chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“I still can’t believe they were keeping a bloody cerberus on the third floor of the school,” Tracey said, shaking her head. “I know you three were fond of him, but I still insist Dumbledore was mad.”

“He would have insisted that he was only half-mad,” Harry said, smiling, though his eyes looked sad.

“All the great ones are at least a little mad,” Ron insisted.

“I can’t decide if I was lucky to miss that year or if it would have been better than having my first year plagued by the Chamber incidents,” Astoria said, by then somewhat relaxed.

“That one was a nightmare, no matter what year you were in,” Daphne said, shuddering at the memory.

“The fight with the basilisk was probably your most heroic moment before last year,” Astoria said to Harry. “That scar on your shoulder is probably one of a kind.”

“You’ve seen his basilisk scar?” Ron asked, and Daphne, Astoria, and Harry all froze.

“Daphne did a moving portrait of Harry for Charms class,” Hermione said without missing a beat, and Daphne relaxed, noticing the others do the same.

“It may sound weird, but I honestly think that the basilisk bite wasn’t as bad as losing my bones,” Harry said.

“Losing what?” Astoria asked.

“Were you at the big Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match in your first year?” Harry asked.

“No, I didn’t bother attending the games for the first few,” Astoria replied.

“Well, it all comes down to Lockhart,” Harry said, beginning the tale of how a house elf and a fraud put him in the hospital wing for a night.

The night went on much like that, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione telling stories of their adventures.  It, and the couple more shots of firewhiskey they had, served to cheer Astoria up.  Not long after Tracey turned in for the night, Ron and Hermione said their goodnights and went up to the room he had rented for the night, leaving the three of them alone.

“What do you think you’re going to do about Draco?” Daphne asked once Ron and Hermione left.

“I don’t know,” Astoria said, “and I don’t want to think about him right now.  Do you two want to continue this back in your room?”

“Sure,” Harry said. “We’re paid up, so let’s go.”

He wrapped an arm around her, and Astoria walked on her other side, linking arms.  With the pleasant floating feeling that the alcohol had given her, Daphne found her worries about their arrangement fade.  She leaned into Harry, accidentally dragging Astoria with her and making the three of them stumble.

“You okay?” Harry laughed.

“Never better,” Daphne replied, smiling widely at him.

The three of them made their way up to the Head Boy’s room, and Daphne jumped Harry the second they were inside, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply.  He returned the kiss with equal passion, wrapping an arm around her back and bringing his other hand down onto her ass hard.

“Fuck me,” Daphne moaned against his mouth.

The two of them felt their clothes leave them and looked over at Astoria, who was already naked and touching herself as she watched them make out.

“Just thought I’d help,” she said cheekily.

Harry walked them over to the bed and deposited her carefully, kissing his way down to her breasts and burying his face between them.  Daphne groaned with delight as he cupped her full mounds, peppering them with worshipful kisses and little bites.

“Ah, yes,” Daphne sighed, her fingers snaking through Harry’s perpetually messy black hair.

Harry teased her hardening nipples with his fingers until they were fully stiff and then went back and forth, sucking on and nibbling them until she was dripping wet.

“Lower, please,” Daphne begged. “Eat me, fuck me, just do something.  I’m on fire for you.”

“Such a needy little thing,” Harry chuckled. “Is this little pussy wet for me?”

“Soaked, Daddy,” Daphne whimpered. “I’m leaking all over the bed.”

Harry moved back to look and swiped a finger through her soft, wet folds. “So you are.  I’ll have to do something about that.”

Without another word, he kissed his way down her belly and gave her cunt a long lick.

“Yes!” Daphne cried.

Harry devoured her, groaning as he kissed and licked her heated flesh.  He made no secret of how much he loved her taste, and Daphne was glad that he did, because having his face between her thighs was one of her favorite things in the world.

“You’re so good to me,” Daphne sighed, her thighs tightening around his head as he drove her closer to her peak.

Harry shoved his tongue as far inside her as it would go, collecting her juices before heading up to her clit.  He avoided directly touching it, swirling his tongue just close enough to light her nerves aflame without pushing her over the edge.  Daphne whimpered at the blatant teasing and tried to wiggle her hips in a way that would push her clit closer to his tongue, but he held her still.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?” Harry asked, his voice full of mirth.

“Please make me cum,” Daphne said, a mischievous smirk on her face.

He moved lower, lazily lapping up her arousal, and kept his eyes on hers, waiting for her to give him what he wanted.

“Please make me cum, Daddy,” Daphne cried after a full minute of this torment.

Harry hissed his tongue against her clit and she saw stars.  Screaming his name at the top of her lungs, Daphne’s back arched off the bed as the sudden surge of mind-melting pleasure coursed through her.  As it passed and she lay on the bed, panting and twitching, she opened her eyes to see Harry lining up that magnificent cock with her pussy and smiled.  There were no lingering fears in here, not with firewhiskey in her belly, her brain still marinating in the aftermath of her orgasm, and those gorgeous green eyes shining down at her.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered.

Harry grinned and pushed inside her, stretching the walls of her tight tunnel to their limits.  Daphne let out a low moan, luxuriating the faint burning sensation that she still got all these months later when he stretched her open.  She hoped she’d never truly get used to him and that he’d always feel as overwhelming as he did.  Nothing got her hotter than feeling him push that equine cock of his inside her, other than seeing the little bump it formed under her skin.

“Merlin’s balls, you’re so big,” Daphne cooed.

“You say that every time,” Harry murmured in her ear.

“It’s always true,” Daphne whispered, wrapping her arms around him.

Harry pulled most of his cock out of her, and she squeezed her inner muscle, gripping him as tightly as she could.  She relaxed as he plunged back inside, moaning at the feel of him spreading her open again.  She wrapped her legs more tightly around him, pulling in time with his thrusts as she rocked her hips up to meet him.  Lost in her reverie as he made love to her, she barely noticed Astoria sitting on the chair to her side, openly fingering herself until the other girl started to moan.  She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, and it probably was, but for the first time in weeks, she didn’t mind that she and Harry weren’t alone.

“Harder!” Daphne cried.

Harry picked up his pace, spearing into her hard enough that his hips slapped against her each time he bottomed out.  Her moans grew louder as she neared her peak, becoming a series of staccato cries that echoed through the room on every thrust.

“Just like that,” Daphne cried. “Right there, yes, yes, yes, HARRY!”

She screamed, her nails raking down his muscular back as she came hard.  Shaking and thrashing in her arms, she screamed herself hoarse as it seemed to go on and on, prolonged as he continued to fuck her brains out.  When it finally ended, she went completely limp, panting hard as she tried to catch her breath.

“Amazing,” Daphne sighed, laughing in her mindless bliss.

“I’d say she enjoyed that,” Astoria sighed. “Is it my turn?”

“Go...for it,” Daphne panted.

“Did you spend this entire time playing with yourself?” Harry asked.

“Uhuh,” Astoria replied, standing up.

“Did you cum?” Harry asked.

“No, Daddy, I was a good girl,” Astoria said.  Holding up her glistening fingers, she said, “I made a mess, though.”

“Give me those,” Harry said, holding his hand.

Astoria put her hand in his, and he brought her wet fingers to his lips, sucking them clean.

“Delicious,” he practically purred, and Astoria shuddered.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I need it so badly.”

“How do you want it?” Harry asked, grinning down at her.

“On all fours,” Astoria breathed. “Take me like a bitch in heat.”

“Fucking hell, you’re sexy,” Harry growled, flipping Astoria over and spanking her ass.

“Yes!” Astoria cried. “Fucking ruin me!”

“I already have,” Harry whispered in her ear, making her whimper and shiver with need.

Without another word, he lined himself up with her sopping slit and pushed inside her slick heat.  Astoria let out a low, droning moan as he speared into her, stretching her pussy to its limit.  Daphne sat up, the feeling in her legs slowly returning to her, and watched the display.  She never minded when it was like this between them.  The primal way that took Astoria was the hottest thing she had ever seen.  It was how he looked when he fucked her, she was sure, but even doing it in front of a mirror wasn’t the same as watching him like this.

“Harder!” Astoria moaned, grabbing the sheets in front of her.  Her face was already a picture of bliss, and Daphne knew it wouldn’t be long before she came if she was already like this.

“Give her what she wants, Harry,” Daphne purred, grinning at the two of them. “Fuck her pretty little brains out.”

“Do you think she’s earned it?” Harry asked.

“Yes, please, Daddy!” Astoria wailed. “I nearly came so many times watching you and Daph, but I didn’t.  I was a good girl!”

“Beg me,” Harry murmured in her ear.

“Please, Daddy!” Astoria cried. “Please fuck me harder!  Fucking my brains out!  Fuck me till I can’t walk!”

“Good girl,” Harry growled in her ear, and Daphne swore from how Astoria started shaking that the words alone nearly made her cum.

He pushed her down onto the bed and started pounding down into her, railing her tight little pussy like he owned it.  Astoria buried her face in the bed, screaming with every brutal thrust as she soared towards her climax.  She was so close that not even a minute later, she started shaking and spasming as she came hard.

“Daddy!” Astoria shrieked at the top of her lungs, clawing at the bed like she was trying to stop herself from falling off a cliff.

Harry continued fucking her through her orgasm, and Daphne watched in amazement as her face turned dramatically red.

“Fuck, Astoria, you squirted everywhere,” Harry laughed. “You weren’t kidding about edging yourself this whole time.”

“YES!” Astoria screamed, either in response or exultation.  She continued convulsing in ecstasy for a moment longer as her mind-melting climax continued until finally it ended and she fell forward, a limp mess.

“I think you broke her,” Daphne giggled.

“More...Daddy,” Astoria gasped.

“Apparently not,” Harry said, grinning wickedly down at Astoria.  The brunette looked exhausted, her eyes unfocused, and her body slick with sweat, but there was a lingering hunger in her blue eyes.

Daphne got up, her legs only slightly shaky at that point, and wandered over to the chair where Astoria had sat earlier.  From this point, she couldn’t see the look of pleasure on her sister’s face as Harry started fucking her again, but she could take in a full view of their bodies.  He was so much bigger than her.  He was half a foot taller than both of them, but as he grew more and more muscular, his increasingly broad form contrasted even more with their bodies.  She started rubbing her clit in tight little circles as another peak built within her.

“You probably spent all day thinking about this,” Harry said teasingly.

“I...oh Merlin...I did,” Astoria moaned.

“That’s just a normal day for you, isn’t it?” Harry continued, his deep, rumbling voice driving the both of them mad with lust. “You daydream about my cock.”

“It’s all I think about!” Astoria wailed, sounding like she was getting close again. “You broke...holy fuck...broke my pussy, Daddy!”

“Oh, fuck!” Daphne cried out as she came.

“Fucking hell,” Harry groaned, clearly getting close himself. “I bet you’re still with Draco, just so I’ll keep fucking you!”

“YES!” Astoria squealed, her voice echoing through the room as she came undone.  Harry groaned a moment later, filling her tight tunnel with rope after rope of his cum.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Astoria cried as she panted for breath.

“What’s...wrong?” Harry asked, still out of breath himself.

“My foot...it’s stuck,” Astoria managed to get out.

Harry raised himself up onto his knees, pulling out of her overflowing cunt, and crawled down to her feet, taking the cramping one in his hands.

“Thanks,” Astoria sighed as he helped it relax.

“He’s done that to me before,” Daphne commented, brushing her hair out of her face. “Made me cum so hard my foot cramped, I mean.”

“What a...jerk,” Astoria panted and giggled at the same time.

Harry just chuckled, continuing to massage her foot as he recovered from his own orgasm.

“Roll over,” he said after a couple minutes. “I’ll get them both.”

“You’re the best,” Astoria sighed, rolling onto her back and placing her feet in his lap as he sat.

Harry switched to the other foot and started rubbing it, earning little coos and sighs of pleasure from the brunette.

“Oh fuck, I love you,” Astoria moaned after a few moments, and Daphne felt like her blood froze in her veins.

“What?” she hissed.

“What?” Harry asked.

“What?” Astoria said in confusion.

“You need to leave,” Daphne said, tears forming in her eyes as she went around the room, collecting Astoria’s clothes.

“What’s wrong?” Astoria asked.

“You said you loved me,” Harry said, and Astoria paled.

“That!  I meant I love that!” she exclaimed. “Daphne, please!”

“This has gone on too long,” Daphne said. “Merlin, what the fuck was I thinking?”

“Daphne, it was just a mistake,” Harry said, trying to calm her.

“No, the mistake was letting it get this far in the first place!” Daphne yelled, and Astoria flinched as though she’d been struck.

“Daphne…” she tried to say, sounding as though she could barely get the words out as she started to cry.

“Harry’s right, isn’t he?” Daphne asked. “You haven’t left Draco because you knew it would be the end of this.”

“I...I…” Astoria tried to reply.

Daphne sank down into her chair as she felt like her head was spinning.

“Girls, let’s not say anything that we’ll regret,” Harry said.

“Why did you say yes?!” Astoria exclaimed. “You wouldn’t be freaking out like this about one misspoken word if you weren’t already bothered by what we were doing, so why did you even allow me to keep sleeping with him?”

“Because I wanted you to see what you could enjoy with a good guy!” Daphne replied. “I didn’t want you to fall in love with mine!”

“I’m not…” Astoria stopped, looking stunned for a moment as her gaze slowly panned to Harry. “Oh Merlin, I...wait, what do you mean, a good guy?”

“What?” Daphne asked.

“You just said you wanted me to see what I could enjoy with a good guy,” Astoria said, her eyes narrowing. “The point of all of this was to help me improve things with Draco, right?”

“I…” Daphne tried to respond as Harry rubbed his forehead where the scar used to be, something she had noticed him do when he was uncomfortable.

“My relationship with Draco has been falling apart for a while now,” Astoria admitted. “If the point of letting me sleep with Harry was to teach me how to improve things with him, it failed, but was that why you did it?”

“Astoria, I…” Daphne trailed off again.

“Why did you do it!” Astoria cried.

“Because I knew you were going to be miserable with him!” Daphne exclaimed, and Astoria reared back again.

“I was happy,” Astoria spat.

“No, you weren’t,” Daphne said. “You were constantly worrying about not being good enough for him, and it was driving me insane watching you beat yourself up when he was the problem.  You were naive and didn’t know any better, and I couldn’t get through to you, so I thought that maybe if you saw that there was something better out there than the sexless, passionless, sterile nightmare you were setting yourself up for, you’d look for more.”

“Did you know?” Astoria asked, her voice hollow as she looked at Harry.

“Stori, I…” Harry went to reply.

“Did you know!?” Astoria screamed, tears running down her face.

“Y...yes,” Harry admitted, looking ashamed.

Astoria just stared at him, looking heartbroken, and struggled to her feet on shaking legs.

“What a joke I am,” she whispered.

“Astoria,” Daphne said, “that’s not true.

“Of the two guys I have feelings for, one barely acknowledges that I exist half the time, and the other…” she trailed off, glaring at the both of them.

“Astoria, we didn’t mean to hurt you,” Harry said.

“No,” Astoria laughed bitterly as she frantically got dressed, “you just wanted to fuck the Greengrass sisters, but you…”

“That’s not true!” Harry tried to interrupt her.

“You were the most important person in the world to me,” Astoria cried. “I’ve loved you all my life.  How could you do this to me?”

“Stori…” Daphne tried to say, standing up.

“NO!” Astoria shrieked. “Don’t call me that!  You’re both sick!”

She ran out of the room, slamming the door in Daphne’s face.

“Astoria!” she screamed after her, breaking down and sobbing as her sister fled.

She had given so little thought to how this was going to end that she couldn’t really say what she expected, but she had never wanted it to turn out like this.  She leaned against the door, crying her eyes out, and hazarded a look at Harry over on the bed.  He looked almost shellshocked and pained, and Daphne realized to her mounting horror that she might have ruined both of the most important relationships in her life.