Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Daphne pushed her scrambled eggs around her plate morosely as her traitorous mind returned once more to the night before.

“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 she fled.

Their mother had taught both of them all through their lives to show as little emotion as possible in public, and Daphne had always been better at that than Astoria was, but in that moment, it was harder to maintain her facade than she could ever recall it being.  It didn’t help that she was alone, with Harry having wandered off at some point in the night and not returned.  She wanted to be pissed at him for leaving her when she needed him, but she had a horrifying feeling that the events of the previous night had hurt him even more than they had hurt her.

“How the hell are you already up?” Tracey groaned as she sank into the spot next to her on the bench. “I swear, I’m never drinking again.”

The truth was that she hadn’t slept, not even a little bit.

“I took a hangover potion before I went to bed,” Daphne lied.  Reaching into a pocket in her robes, she pulled out a vial and said, “here.”

“You’re the best, Daph,” Tracey said, downing the entire thing in one gulp. “Oh, thank Merlin.  Um, Daphne, what’s wrong?  You look kind of rough.”

“It was a rough night,” Daphne said flatly.

“Oh no, did you and Harry have a fight?” Tracey asked. “Is that why he isn’t here?”

Fighting would have required either of them to say a single word to each other, and neither had managed that.

When Daphne didn’t say anything, Tracey said, “we can talk about it when you’re ready.  In the meantime, I have some news that I know will cheer you up.”

“What’s that?” Daphne asked tiredly.

“Astoria and Draco broke up this morning,” Tracey said quietly. “I overheard them ending things in the common room as I was coming here.”

That news would have had Daphne jumping for joy just twenty-four hours earlier.  As it was, it was good news: Astoria was free to find someone who would actually treat her like deserved to be treated.  Daphne had gotten what she wanted.

It was good.

It was…

“Oh, Merlin, Daphne, what’s wrong?” she vaguely heard Tracey say as she felt like the walls were closing in on her.

Wiping her cheek, she realized that she was crying, and the next thing she knew, her face was buried in Tracey’s robes, and the brunette’s arms were wrapped around her.

“What’s going on?” she heard Hermione ask as she joined them.

It had taken a little while for her friends to get her out of the thankfully rather empty great hall; a while longer after that was done, and they had found an empty classroom to help her into for her crying to stop, and what felt like an eternity after that to explain what she had done.

“Merlin’s balls, Daphne,” Tracey said numbly as she finished her tale.

Hermione just buried her face in her hands and sighed.

“I fucked up, okay?!” Daphne snapped. “I was just so tired of seeing her subject herself to that prick that I…”

“Encouraged your boyfriend to sleep with her,” Hermione said. “I should have known that Harry’s personal life wouldn’t be simple either.  He didn’t say anything after Astoria left?”

“Not a word,” Daphne said. “He just sat there staring at the door for a while and then laid down and tried to get to sleep.  When that failed, he took off, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“And you’re worried that’s because he had really developed feelings for her,” Tracey said.

“Why else would he look like someone told him the dark tosser was back?” Daphne asked miserably.

“He never really had a family growing up,” Hermione said. “I don’t know how much he told you about his relatives, but they…”

“Were unpleasant, I know,” Daphne said. “What does that have to do with Astoria?”

“Family’s important to him,” Hermione said. “It’s possible that last night, he just really felt guilty about damaging your relationship with Astoria.”

“That was my fault, though,” Daphne said.

“I didn’t say he was being rational,” Hermione said. “Harry spent a long time feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he was responsible for everything.  He’s not going to get out of that headspace quickly.”

“Plus, he did go along with your plan,” Tracey said. “If Hermione’s right about what’s bothering him, then fixing your relationship with Astoria will help with him too.”

“I don’t even know where to start with that,” Daphne sighed. “She’s never been this angry with me in her entire life.”

“You broke her trust,” Hermione said. “That will take some time to get over, but however...questionable your methods were, your intentions were still to help her.  That she didn’t run back to Malfoy and try to patch things up with him suggests that she has at least realized that their relationship was doomed.”

“Now, whether that was because Draco sucks or because of Harry’s life-altering penis, we can’t say,” Tracey quipped, earning a glare from Daphne. “Sorry, I just hoped to at least make you crack a smile.”

“Thanks for trying,” Daphne said grimly.

“One thing that I’m curious about is that you said that you weren’t jealous the first time, right?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Daphne said. “I was honestly worried that I would be, but that first time was honestly magical, and jealousy was the furthest thing from my mind during and after.  It wasn’t until it started becoming a more regular thing that I started to feel sick about it.”

“Why do you think that was?” Hermione asked.

“Because my boyfriend and Astoria were having sex,” Daphne said, like it was obvious.

“With your approval and never behind your back,” Hermione said. “Believe me, I will never understand why this was the solution you went with for Astoria and Malfoy’s relationship, but you said yourself that your feelings on the subject were...complicated, so what I’m trying to figure out is what your fear was.  Were you worried that Astoria would try to take him from you?”

“No,” Daphne said. “Astoria’s never been like that, and, especially while we were still on speaking terms, I never would have had to fear her hurting me like that.  Even her little mistaken ‘I love you’ might not have bothered me as much if I had been sober.”

“So, did you fear that Harry was going to leave you for her?” Hermione asked.

“I…” Daphne trailed off as she considered the question. “Did I fear that he’d dump me for her?”

Her first instinct was to say no and that their relationship had only grown stronger in the time between when she had started this mess and when it blew up the night before.  If she wasn’t afraid of either possibility, though, then the question of what exactly she was afraid of came to mind.

“If the answer to both is no, then is it possible that you weren’t actually jealous but just afraid that what happened last night was going to become inevitable?” Hermione asked.

“Maybe,” Daphne said. “It would certainly explain why it turned me...why I liked it while also fearing it.  You’re right that I had no reason to think that Astoria would ever take Harry from me or even to think that Harry would leave me for her.  We were rock solid before last night.”

“So, you consciously denied the reality that if they kept sleeping together, it would get messy, but deep down, you knew,” Hermione said.

“Well, that’s interesting, but how is it going to help me fix things with Harry and Astoria?” Daphne asked.

“It won’t on its own,” Hermione said, “but at least as you try to make things up to Astoria and convince Harry that he hasn’t ruined things between you two, you won’t have to worry about lingering jealousy on your part getting in the way.”

“Or you could just propose another threesome,” Tracey suggested.

“What?!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Tracey?!” Daphne exclaimed. “How in the world would that help me?”

“You said Harry’s Lord Black as well, remember?” Tracey asked rhetorically. “With two Wizengamot seats, while he’d normally be expected to just have two sons for them, he could also legally take a second wife.  Hell, with you needing an heir Greengrass as well, bringing Astoria on board would save you from having to pop out three sprogs.”

Daphne just stared off into nothing as she considered what her oldest friend had just proposed.  Tracey was right about the law in magical Britain having bigamy exceptions for men in positions like Harry’s, but could the three of them make it work?”

“...the complete opposite of what they need,” Daphne heard Hermione argue as she snapped out of her reverie.

“You’re the one that just helped her figure out that she wasn’t jealous of Astoria,” Tracey said.

“Possibly,” Hermione corrected her. “There is a world of difference between not experiencing jealousy while you’re fooling around and being able to handle the complexities of a triad relationship.  To even speak of marriage at this stage…”

“Is more than a little premature, of course,” Daphne said, “but Tracey’s right; this is something that we could legally get away with if we could pull it off.”

“Do you think that you could, though?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know,” Daphne said honestly. “We were all lying throughout this entire affair, to each other and to ourselves.  I was lying to Astoria about what I hoped to accomplish by letting her sleep with Harry and to myself about how likely it was that things would end poorly.  Astoria was lying to us for that last stretch about why she hadn’t left Draco yet and probably lying to herself about that well.  As for Harry…”

“I would imagine that Harry was enjoying himself and hoping for the best,” Tracey said.

“I need to talk to Stori,” Daphne sighed. “I’m not sure where to look for her.”

“Hold on,” Hermoine said, reaching into her bookbag. “Harry let me borrow the map the other day, and I forgot to give it back.  I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

The marauder's map formed on the parchment in Hermione’s hand, and Daphne found herself as blown away by the feat of magic as she had been the first time Harry had shown it to her.  She quickly spotted Harry zipping around the grounds, clearly flying.  She spotted Astoria nearly as quickly, but only because she was in her room in the Slytherin Dorms.

“Alright, thank you, Hermione,” Daphne said.

“For the record, I think this is a bad idea,” Hermione said, “but if you think it might work out for all of you, then I just hope that you’re right.  I’ll leave the map with you since you’re likely to see Harry first and might need it to find him later.”

“I’ll give it to him,” Daphne said, accepting the map. “Mischief managed.  Thanks for everything, you two.  I’m almost never that much of a basketcase.”

“Any time, Daphne,” Tracey said while Hermione just smiled at her.

“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to give you my Transfiguration notes last night,” Daphne said.

“It’s cool; you had a lot on your mind, and it’s not like I need them this second,” Tracey said.

“Actually, you could copy mine if you like,” Hermione offered. “I was going to head to the library if you want to join me.”

“That would be great; thank you, Hermione,” Tracey said. “I’ll see you later, Daph, and I hope it works out.”

“Good luck, Daphne,” Hermione said.

“Bye you two, and thanks again,” Daphne said.

The three of them departed, with Hermione and Tracey making their way to the library while Daphne headed down into the dungeons.  After knocking a couple times on the door to Astoria’s shared room, the beautiful brunette finally answered.

“Go awa…” Astoria cut herself off as she stared at Daphne.  The younger woman looked so miserable that Daphne took a step forward to hug her out of sheer reflex, only stopping herself when she recalled why the brunette was so upset.  Astoria just stared at her for a moment before huffing and standing aside. “Well, let’s hear it.”

“Hear what?” Daphne asked as she walked inside, already pleased to note that Astoria didn’t look quite as angry as she had the night before.

“Whatever explanation you came up with to justify the most humiliating moment of my life,” Astoria spat.

“I never meant to humiliate you, Astoria,” Daphne said softly, “and neither did Harry.  I truly did want to help you.”

“By sabotaging my relationship,” Astoria said flatly.

“I maintain that you would have been miserable with Draco in the long run,” Daphne said, “and I genuinely worried that you were setting yourself up for a life you’d come to regret getting yourself into, but it was wrong of me to interfere like I did, and I’m so sorry.”

“The sad thing is, I can’t even dispute that,” Astoria sighed. “I broke up with him earlier, a guy I had wanted to bloody marry at one point, and I felt nothing.  There was so little left between us that it didn’t even feel like a loss.”

“I just had this vision of the future where you and Draco and Harry and I got together a couple times a year for dinner,” Daphne explained, “with our five kids and your one.  Every time I was a little happier and you were a little more miserable, until you came to resent even seeing me anymore, and it just seemed too realistic.”

“To be clear, we’re talking about a metaphorical vision, right?” Astoria asked.

“Yes,” Daphne said. “I’m no seer.”

“Might as well be,” Astoria snorted bitterly. “He’d have probably stopped touching me more than a few times a year once I’d given him an heir.  After I left you two last night and finished crying my eyes out, I thought over my entire relationship with Draco, and I didn’t like any of the conclusions I came to.  Staying with him would have set me up for a sterile, passionless marriage like you described last night, and even if I had never known better, I would have eventually wondered why you were so much happier than I was.”

“I just couldn’t handle the idea of you not wanting to see me anymore because of that,” Daphne said, her eyes growing wet.

“None of that justifies luring me into bed with Harry, though,” Astoria said, narrowing her eyes.

“I know,” Daphne said, “and I truly am sorry for all of this.”

“What was the plan exactly?” Astoria asked, sitting down on her bed.

“The truth is that there wasn’t one,” Daphne admitted, cautiously joining her. “When you came to me seeking sexual instruction, the idea of transfiguring that banana into a replica of Harry’s cock was just something that I found funny.  I actually shrunk it a little at the last second because I worried that it would scare you off.”

“And after that?” Astoria asked.

“When you came over crying about the aborted date, I was so furious at Draco for treating you like you didn’t exist and, frankly, at you for not standing up for yourself,” Daphne admitted. “I honestly thought it would help you assert yourself more if you got to experience something more adult.”

“Like fucking your boyfriend?” Astoria asked.

“Yeah,” Daphne said. “You had felt like a little girl playing dress up for so long because of how you were raised, and you were letting Draco mistreat you because I think deep down you thought that was what you deserved.  My hope was that if you had one night of being treated like a woman, of being made to feel like a woman, you’d dump Draco eventually, and I could set you up with a guy like Blaise, someone who could make you happy.  I never meant for it to go as far as it did.”

“That was partly my fault,” Astoria admitted. “From the second Harry and I finished, I wanted more.”

“I know that feeling,” Daphne said, earning a small smile from the brunette.

“I tried to put it out of my mind and move on,” Astoria said, “but as my relationship with Draco stalled again, I tried to convince myself that going back to you and Harry might help us push past what was getting in our way, though deep down I just wanted to feel the way I did that night again.”

“I was in the same boat once you started joining us more regularly,” Daphne sighed. “I tried to convince myself that it would all be alright when, deep down, I knew things were going to get messier the longer things went on.”

“I guess we’re both pretty good at fooling ourselves,” Astoria said. “So, where do we go from here?”

“I suppose that would depend on if we’re good or not,” Daphne said.

“No, but we will be,” Astoria said, taking Daphne’s hand. “Learning that this wasn’t some grand scheme on your part honestly helps.”

“I wish I had thought any of this through ahead of time,” Daphne laughed humorlessly.

“You were right about me and Draco, and I am glad that I didn’t sleepwalk my way into an unhappy marriage,” Astoria admitted, “but that doesn’t make me any less pissed about the fact that I’m probably never going to be able to look your boyfriend in the eye again.”

“What if he was yours too?” Daphne asked before she could stop herself.

Astoria just stared at her for a solid several seconds, a multitude of emotions flashing across her face, from joy to hope to rage.  Eventually she schooled her features so well that she looked more like their mother than Daphne could ever recall.

“Less than twelve hours ago, you blew up at me and nearly threw me out of your room because I accidentally told Harry that I loved him,” she said, her lips thinning and her voice sounding dangerous. “You expect me to believe that you could share?”

“Last night I was drunk, and you caught me completely off guard,” Daphne explained. “I felt terribly conflicted about letting you and Harry sleep together from pretty much the second time onward.  On the one hand, it turned me on like nothing in this world, but it also made me feel sick.”

“A glowing endorsement,” Astoria said sarcastically.

“I thought I was jealous,” Daphne said, “but Hermione and Tracey helped me realize that...”

“You told them?!” Astoria snapped.

“I burst into tears in the middle of the Great Hall, and they wouldn’t let me leave the room they dragged me to until I told them what was wrong,” Daphne replied.

“You cried in public?” Astoria asked, sounding shocked.

“Guess I’m not made of ice after all,” Daphne said dryly. “The point is that I realized the problem was that deep down, I knew this was going to blow up in our faces and it would be all my fault.”

“What’s changed?” Astoria asked.

“Before I was thinking in terms of normal relationships,” Daphne said, “then Tracey reminded me that Harry has two seats in the Wizengamot.”

“The Greengrass seat is yours to inherit, though,” Astoria pointed out. “It can’t be used to let Harry take a second wife, even if he marries you first.”

“Not the Greengrass seat,” Daphne said, “the Black seat.”

“Bla…” Astoria trailed off as her eyes widened, and she stared into space for a moment. “Right, I remember Draco mentioning that once.  He tried to make it sound like it didn’t bother him, though it clearly did.”

“I’m not talking about marriage,” Daphne said. “Even Harry and I haven’t discussed that much, but if we both date him and things go well, I wouldn’t be opposed to us sharing him if you’d be willing.”

“Do you really think that you could accept that?” Astoria asked.

“I do,” Daphne said. “My problem before was the fear that I was going to lose one of the two most important people in my life when things ended, but if we’re really thinking about being together long-term, I have no more reason to fear that than I would with just Harry and me.  Do you think you could accept it?”

“With anyone else, probably not,” Astoria replied, “but with you and with Harry being the guy we’d be sharing, yeah, I think I’d like to give that a try.”

“Now, we’ll have to figure out some basic rules,” Daphne said.

“It’s not about the relationship, but one basic rule I need to stress is no more interfering in my life,” Astoria said.  “Even if...especially if you think it’s for my own good.  You can’t do something like this to me again.”

“Of course,” Daphne said. “The main reason why I did any of this was my fear that I could lose you down the line.  I wouldn’t do anything that could drive you away again.”

“Before we lay down ground rules for the relationship, we do need to talk to Harry,” Astoria said, smiling at her words.

“Yes, we do,” Daphne said, pulling out the marauder's map.

*****

Harry put his broom away in his trunk and sighed as he looked in the mirror.  As out of it as he’d been that morning, he hadn’t even noticed that he had put on muggle clothes instead of robes.  He knew fucking Astoria was a bad idea, even if she seemed to be more than okay with it.  He racked up plenty of regrets in his life, but with very few exceptions, they’d been for things that he had failed to do.  This was one instance where he felt guilty for something that he had done.  She had just looked so hurt before she stormed off, and he felt his chest tighten as he recalled it.  He knew he should have talked to Daphne about it after the fact, but he honestly didn’t know what to say.  It had been her bad idea, but he had been the one too busy thinking with his cock to really try and talk her out of it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Harry!” Daphne called. “I forgot my key in here.”

“Can you let us in?  We need to talk,” Astoria added.

“Huh?”Harry thought to himself.

Those two being together was completely unexpected, and he had no idea what it meant.  Opening the door, he smiled reflexively at the sight of his two lovers looking up at him.

“Please, come in,” he said. “I must say, I’m surprised to see the two of you together.”

“We had a long talk,” Daphne said as she set the marauder's map down on his desk. “Hermione asked me to return this to you.”

“Thanks,” Harry said. “Astoria, I’m so sorry for everything.”

“I know Harry,” Astoria said. “Like Daphne said, we talked about everything.  I know you two weren’t trying to hurt me.”

“That was never my intention, Astoria,” Harry said. “I’m sorry that I lied to you, that I...I’m sorry for all of it.”

“I’m not,” Astoria said, smiling softly. “I’m still upset that you two lied about what you were aiming for with all of this, but I don’t regret what we did.”

“Really?” Harry asked.

“I couldn’t,” Astoria said, blushing lightly as she recalled the long nights of passion they had shared.

“Are we good?” Daphne asked softly, stepping right up to him.

“Of course,” Harry replied, kissing her gently. “I’m sorry for going radio silent on you.  I’m not used to hurting people, especially people I care about, and I just needed to process that, plus I was so worried that I had ruined things between you two.”

“We’re going to be okay,” Astoria said, wrapping an arm around Daphne, who leaned her head on her shoulder.

“I’m glad,” Harry said, feeling his whole body relax as that particular fear left him.

He had seen how the rift between Percy and the other Weasleys had weighed on them, and the thought of being responsible for a rift like that between two of the most important women in his life was horrifying for him.  He feared that Daphne would come to resent him for that, and he’d have ended up fucking up his relationships with both.

“I was really worried last night about how you reacted,” Daphne admitted. “I was worried that I might have lost you.”

“Never,” Harry assured her, cupping her cheek and smiling down at her.

“So I’m still your girlfriend?” Daphne asked lightly, a wide smile on her face.

“Only if I’m your boyfriend,” Harry replied, kissing her again.

“Good,” Daphne said, slowly opening her eyes as their lips parted. “How would you like a second one?”

“What?” Harry asked, taken aback.

“Really?” Astoria asked dryly. “That’s how you want to broach that subject?”

“In my experience, it pays to be very direct with men,” Daphne replied.

“Man,” Astoria said. “All of your experience is with one man.”

“And being direct is best with him,” Daphne said.

“You’re serious?” Harry asked as his brain finally turned back on.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this,” Daphne said.

“Astoria?” Harry asked.

“Harry, you were right last night,” Astoria said. “I could have broken up with Draco weeks before today, but I knew that would mean the end of our time together, and I just couldn’t bear that.”

“You broke up with him?” Harry asked.

“He isn’t who I want anymore,” Astoria replied, her gorgeous blue eyes shining like stars as she stared up at him. “It’s not just the sex, though I swear you’re part incubus or something.”

“I don’t know if they exist, but it would explain a lot,” Daphne commented.

“I started looking forward to every moment we spent together in a way I never did with him,” Astoria said, cupping Harry’s cheek. “When Daphne suggested that this might be possible, I knew that I couldn’t say no.”

“This was your idea?” Harry asked.

“As Lord Potter and Black, you can be with both of us for good if that ends up being what we want,” Daphne said.

“And this is something that you want?” Harry asked. “Daphne, tell me this isn’t just an attempt to fix things after last night.”

“It isn’t,” Daphne said. “After talking to Hermione and Tracey, I realized that my biggest fear through all of this wasn’t that I would lose you to Astoria, but that when things ended, it would damage all of our relationships.  It doesn’t have to end, though, not if we don’t want it to, and I don’t.”

“Neither do I,” Astoria said.

“Could it work, though?” Harry asked. “I don’t mean to be a downer, because goodness knows this would be a dream come true, but I wouldn’t want us to try to rush into something, especially after a night where I doubt any of us slept well, only to have it blow up in our faces.”

“No relationship is guaranteed to work out, Harry,” Daphne said, “but I think that this really could.  We would just need to take it day by day to start and see how things go.”

Harry would be lying if he said that he hadn’t come to really like Astoria.  Underneath that shy exterior lay a warm, loving, mischievous woman that he could tell he was developing feelings for.  As he and Daphne had worked to bring her out of her shell over the past few months, he found that she had far more in common with the blonde than he would have imagined before, something that he quite enjoyed discovering.  That she was every bit as gorgeous as his beautiful girlfriend didn’t hurt either.

“Think of it this way,” Astoria said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Daph and I have shared a father all these years; why can’t we share a Daddy?”

He was on her before he could blink, all of his objections and fears melting away as he kissed her roughly.  Astoria let out a squeal, and accepting his probing tongue eagerly.

“Without you, Stori, we never would have discovered how much he loves being called Daddy,” Daphne laughed.

She ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere, and ran her hands over his chiseled abs.  He pulled away from Astoria and turned to his other girlfriend.

“I never want either of you to feel like I’m focusing too much on the other,” Harry said. “We’re going to need to establish some kind of rules for this.”

“We will,” Daphne said. “But first, we’re going to fuck our brains out and catch up on the sleep we missed last night.”

“Keep in mind that I didn’t sleep at all last night,” Harry said.

“I thought of that and brought this,” Daphne said, pulling a vial containing a dark purple liquid out of a pocket in her robes. “One part pepper-up potion with a little bit of lust potion mixed in.  A sip each should do it.”

Before Harry or Astoria could say a word, she uncorked the vial and took a sip.  Handing it to Astoria, the brunette shrugged and followed suit before handing it to him.  Harry snorted and did the same, feeling a pleasant heat spread through his body before settling in his groin.

Re-energized, Harry pulled Daphne in and kissed just as passionately as he had kissed Astoria.  Astoria made quick work of getting his shirt off completely and started trailing kisses down his neck.  When she sunk her teeth into his pulse point, he groaned and pulled away.

“Bed, now,” Harry panted, pulling them with him into the bed that he knew very well was big enough for the three of them.

They landed in a heap, with the two of them on top of him.  They kissed him together, with one kissing his lips and the other kissing his cheek and neck, and then switching places again and again.  Somewhere along the way, they got their signals crossed and moved to his lips at the same time, accidentally kissing each other instead.  They paused for a moment, as though neither knew what they wanted to do, and then Harry got to watch in amazement as Daphne and Astoria started making out.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, feeling his cock throb in his pants harder than it had ever been before.

“I think Daddy likes watching his little girlfriends lock lips,” Astoria giggled, feeling up his cock through his pants.

Harry’s wand flew into his hand, and the three of them were entirely undressed in seconds.  He had them on their backs soon after, both lying in the middle of the large bed, staring up at him.  They had twin looks of lust and desire on their faces, and he marveled at how lucky he was.  The two of them looked so much alike, the color of their hair aside, that he could almost pretend that he was dating twins.  For the first time in a while, he found himself thinking about Sirius and just how proud and jealous his godfather would have been of him.

“I must be dreaming,” he said.

“It’s no dream, Harry,” Daphne said.

“It’s what we should have done from the start,” Astoria finished, staring openly at his cock.

The sight of his massive member standing proud in the air seemed to almost hypnotize both of them, and they sat up quickly, each wrapping a hand around it.

“Such a perfect cock,” Astoria sighed as she went to him.

“It’s like it’s custom-made just for us,” Daphne said with a grin. “Harry, do you mind if I cast a spell to blind you for a second?  I want to try something.”

“Go ahead,” Harry replied. “I trust you.”

Daphne grabbed her wand, and a moment later, Harry’s whole world went black.  It was an odd sensation, suddenly having no sight at all, but knowing that he was safely in his room at Hogwarts and with the two of them helped.

Daphne and Astoria got out of bed and sank to their knees in front of him.  They started peppering teasing kisses up and down his rigid length, making him moan at the heightened sensation his blindness gave him.  His hands went to their heads, holding them lovingly, and he hissed his approval.  When one of them started swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and the other started kissing and sucking on his large balls, he groaned.

“Fuck, you two are perfect,” Harry moaned.

Twin giggles met him, and the one teasing his sensitive glands took half of him into her mouth in one go.  The other continued worshiping his balls, alternating back and forth between them.  The one sucking his cock took him down her perfect throat until her nose was flush against his groin.  He still didn’t know who was who, as both had long since gotten good at deepthroating him without issue.  When the one sucking on his balls let go and moved behind him, he figured he had a pretty good idea who they both were, and when she spread his muscular arsecheeks, cast a quick cleaning charm, and started swirling her tongue around his asshole, he was certain.

“Fuck Stori, you dirty girl,” Harry groaned.

The one who was deepthroating him giggled and let his cock slip from her mouth for a minute. “Nope.”  Without another word, she took him back down her incredible throat.

“Daph?” Harry asked in shock.

“Mmhmm,” was all he got from her as Daphne continued rimming him.

“Ahh,” Harry cried.  It was too much.  Astoria’s masterful blowjob was bad enough, but experiencing that while he was getting his ass eaten was more than he could hold out against.  His orgasm hit him like a freight train, so hard that his knees buckled for a second.  Astoria sensed it coming and pulled back enough to let him fill her mouth to the brim with his thick cum.

As he finished, he sank to the floor and rested on the hardwood as his heart continued to race.  That had been one of the greatest orgasms of his entire life.  Daphne canceled her spell immediately and Harry looked up to see Astoria’s cheeks bulging from the sheer volume of the titanic load he had given her.  Daphne crawled over to her and turned to grin at Harry for a moment, before moving closer to Astoria.

“Wait, they don’t mean to…” No sooner had that thought entered his head than Daphne grabbed Astoria's face and kissed her deeply, taking some of his cum for herself.  They both swallowed their share and continued to make out.  It was a messy kiss, and his cum spilled down their chins and onto their tits, but they just licked it up.  Despite how hard he had just cum, Harryfelt his cock returning to full strength.

“So good!” Daphne moaned.

“So much,” Astoria added. “You’re so good to us, Daddy.”

“Okay, it’s official,” he said more to himself than anyone else. “I crashed my broom earlier and ended up in a coma.  I’m passed out in the hospital wing, and this is all in my head.”

They laughed and cuddled up to him on the floor, where he was lying.  He wrapped his arms around them and held them tight, just enjoying the quiet moment.

“So Daph,” Harry began, “since when do you…”

“Eat ass?” Daphne asked. “I’ll admit that it isn’t something I’d have thought of before, but I figured it was worth a shot and didn’t mind.  I cleaned you first after all.”

“And you two say I’m good to you,” Harry chuckled.

“You are,” Daphne whispered.

“So how do we want to start this?” Astoria asked, casually stroking his cock.

“Harr yon his back; we play rock, paper, scissors for his cock and tongue,” Daphne suggested casually, as if she were talking about possible dinner plans.

“Which does the winner get?” Astoria asked with a smirk.

“Touche,” Daphne replied.

“If you’re willing, Stori, there is something we could try,” Daphne said.

“Oh?” Astoria asked.

Daphne whispered something in Astoria’s ear that made her eyes widen.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m willing to try it,” Daphne said, shrugging, making Astoria look like she was considering something for a moment.

“Okay,” Astoria said. “I guess this means the winner gets tongue.”

Harry chuckled at his crazy girlfriends, a concept that was going to take some getting used to, as he got off the floor and sat down on the bed.  Astoria won the game, but neither one looked any less excited as they walked towards him.  They settled on either side of him, and he took turns kissing them back and forth.  The three of them made their way to the head of the bed, and he laid back, staring up at them.

Daphne moved first, positioning herself over him and rubbing her wet pussy over his length in slow, teasing motions.  She clearly wasn’t in a mood to tease him for long, though, and after a few moments, she brought his cock to her entrance and slowly sank down onto him.  She was as insanely tight as always, but she was well practiced at taking him and dripping wet besides.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “I’m glad we all made up so quickly; I could not go the rest of my life without this cock.”

“I know, right,” Astoria said. “You ruined us, Daddy; now you have to take care of us.”

“Fuck, I felt his cock twitch,” Daphne said. “You really like us calling you that, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Daph,” Harry sighed.

“I wish we had just jumped to this from the start,” Astoria sighed. “We would have had so much more fun.”

She settled a thigh on either side of his head and sat down on his face without another word, obscuring his vision with her gloriously thick arse.  He gripped her thick thighs and started trailing his tongue over her wet pussy.  He let out a muffled moan as he lapped at her wetness.  They both tasted divine, and he knew that he would never tire of eating them out.  Astoria moaned and ground shamelessly against his face, smearing him with her slick.  All the while, Daphne started bouncing wildly on his cock, gripping him tightly every time she bounced up.  She was already sobbing his name, soaring towards her orgasm.

He started matching her every movement perfectly, thrusting upward at an angle that he knew would let him brush against her favorite spots,and grinned when her cries immediately got louder.  With her taken care of, he focused his attention on Astoria, switching from the slow, teasing licks he had been giving her heated folds to more focused swirls around her clit.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Astoria moaned. “That feels so good!”

He moved away from her clit for a moment, smirking at how she whined, and tried to force it back towards his lips.  He snaked his hands up along her toned belly to grasp her large, jiggling tits, kneading them eagerly.  Their hips became a blur as they fucked him, grinding on his cock and mouth.  Their moans, grunts, and screams were muffled, and though his vision was blocked by Astoria’s incredible arse, he knew they were kissing as they fucked him.

He shifted his angle inside Daphne just slightly so he could start hitting a spot deep inside her that he knew drove her wild.  As he did that, he moved back towards Astoria’s clit sucking gently on her throbbing pearl.

“AH, AH, OH FUCK!” Astoria shrieked as she came, falling forward toward the blonde.  He held her up and started pounding harder into Daphne.

“Harry!” she screamed as she came as well, balancing on a still-writhing Astoria for support.

Pride swelled in him at the fact that he had made both of his lovers cum.  He reached over to push two fingers inside Astoria, pressing them against her g-spot as he continued to fuck Daphne.  He could feel the two holding onto each other, the both of them, reduced to wordless cries by how he was fucking them.  They had barely come down from their first orgasms when their second crashed into them almost simultaneously.

The two of them had different preferences, obviously, but their very similar bodies responded much the same way to stimulation.  He was well practiced at drawing out multiple orgasms from the both of them, and knew that they were both capable of cumming back to back.

They moaned, cried, and screamed in ecstasy as he fucked them through a second, then third, orgasm.  His control over his inner muscle was significant, and he could hold back his own pleasure for a while.  As he started to feel his control starting to slip, though, he decided to just let himself go.  With a muffled shout, he came inside Daphne.

He carefully helped Astoria get off of him, and she curled up on her side, panting like she had run a marathon.  Without Astoria to support her, Daphne collapsed on his chest, breathing as heavily as the brunette.  He wrapped an arm around her and rested his other hand on Astoria’ship, lazily tracing circles on both.  As their breathing steadied, he pulled his hand back and smacked Astoria’s perfect bubble butt.

“Yes, Daddy!” she cried as she woke up.  She looked around for a moment, clearly disoriented, until she settled on him and Daphne, saying, “holy fuck!”

It was said in tired awe and with a smile on her face.  Astoria settled on her back and just looked at the two of them. “That was incredible.”

“It was,” he replied, “we have to try that potion again.”

“You two are nuts,” Daphne mumbled.

“Back in the land of the living?” Harry asked.

“Just about,” Daphne sighed.  “Pull out of me, Harry.  Astoria and I want to try something.”

Intrigued, he pulled his still-hard cock out of her gaping pussy and watched as she rolled over away from Astoria and ushered the younger woman over.  With her legs shaking like a baby deer’s, Astoria barely managed to crawl over to them.  As she settled between Astoria's legs, Harry’s eyes went wide, unwilling to believe that he was seeing what he was.  She immediately buried her face in the blonde's pussy, and set about devouring her.

“Fuck, just like that,” Daphne hissed, burying her fingers in her long brown hair.  Astoria just moaned and continued slurping up the copious cum inside Daphne.  “Save me some of that, will you, sis?”

The sight of his lovers getting along at all after last night was great; seeing them like this, though, was the single hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.  His cock throbbed almost painfully, and he quickly moved behind Astoria.  Her arse was truly a thing of beauty.  Both of them had arses that matched their incredible tits, and he could honestly have just admired the sight of Astoria’s arse stuck up in the air while she ate Daphne out, but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted him to do.

SMACK

Astoria squealed as he spanked her jiggling arse. “Harder Daddy!”

“Keep licking her cunt like a good girl, and I’ll give you your spanking,” he promised.

She didn’t wait a second to get back to eating Daphne’s pussy, and he started spanking her in earnest.  The sounds of smacking and muffled screaming filled the room as he spanked her, alternating cheeks each time.  Her lily-white skin quickly turned a bright and angry red.

“She loves that so much, I wonder if she can cum just from having her ass spanked” Daphne mused.

“Now that’s an idea,” Harry said, his voice thick with desire.

Eager to test out that theory, especially with the lust potion still in her system, Harry continued spanking Astoria.  Sure enough, her moans and screams grew more and more desperate as she built towards another climax.  Just as he sensed she was getting close, he landed a perfectly placed smack right on her dripping cunt.

“FUCK!” Astoria shrieked, coming undone instantly.  She grabbed Daphne’s thighs as her orgasm coursed through her, too distracted to keep eating her out.

Harry decided to fix that as he lined up his cock with her pussy and buried himself to the hilt in one thrust.  Astoria let out a wordless cry at the sudden insertion.  He grabbed a handful of her beautiful brown hair and pulled her head up.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growled, pushing her head into Daphne's cunt.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Astoria moaned.

Daphne just watched the exchange with wide, disbelieving eyes and let out a shuddering breath as Astoria started eating her out again.  “That is so fucking hot.”

She settled back and just ground her cunt into the brunette's face.  Harry could tell by the look on her face that she was getting close, and he reached out to pinch one of her hard nipples.

“Fuck yes!” Daphne screamed, rocking against Astoria’s face as she came.

He sunk his fingers into Astoria’s fleshy hips and started fucking her even harder.  He changed the angle of his thrusting just enough that the tip of his cock was able to slip down into her fornix.

“AHH, Daddy!” Astoria screamed, “right there, right there, right...FUCK!”

Hitting her a-spot while she was already so close was too much for her, and Astoria came hard.  A geyser of hot fluid erupted from her cunt, splashing his balls and soaking the bed under them.  She shook and writhed, screaming her head off as her whole body was consumed by pleasure.  Harry let go with a roar, filling her to the brim with his seed.

Astoria collapsed like a puppet whose strings had just been cut once her climax ended, clinging to Daphne’s thighs like she’d sink into the ocean and drown without them.  Harry barely managed to catch himself on his forearms to stop himself from collapsing on top of her.

“You’re such...a good girl,” he whispered in her ear while still panting for breath.  He planted a kiss on her temple just as Daphne shifted down to lay with them both.  The look on her face was still all awe and lust, with not a hint of worry in it.

“You’re really okay with this,” Harry said in amazement.

“I am,” Daphne said. “Every other time we did this, other than the first time, I felt both turned on and terribly worried.  That’s gone now.”

Harry caressed her face gently and pulled her in for a kiss.  He poured all the passion he could into it, hoping to convey just how he felt through it.  Her eyes were shimmering when he pulled back, and her face was a picture of happiness.

“Fuck me, that was intense,” Astoria muttered beneath them.

“Roll over you two,” Daphne said. “I want to return a favor.”

Harry rolled off of Astoria, settling on his back, and she quickly rolled over as well, spreading her legs wide.

“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Harry groaned, feeling his cock twitch as he watched Daphne start lapping at Astoria’s pussy.

“Mmm, ah, that’s it, Daph,” Astoria sighed, snaking her fingers into Daphne’s long blonde hair.

Daphne only barely managed to make Astoria cum, exhaustion wearing on them as the weak dose of lust potion wore off.  Once she was done, she crawled over to him and settled down on his chest, beckoning Astoria over to take her place on the other side.  The brunette quickly did, and Harry wrapped his arms around them, closing his eyes and sighing in total contentment.  He could worry about whether or not this was going to work another time, when his tired brain could work again.  For now, all he could do was hope for the best and let the sounds of his girlfriends’ increasingly slow and rhythmic breathing lull him into a deep and peaceful sleep.