Amour Et Officium Chapters 13 and 14 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Semi-Public, Outdoors, Breast Play, Teasing, Pet Play, Collars, Exhibitionism, Lactation, Breeding, Collaring Ceremony.

Chapter 13:

“Daphne…” Harry hissed, biting his lower lip to stifle the quiet groan that was building up in his throat. His wife was pressed against him, gently grinding her firm bum against his crotch as they waited for Hagrid. “Whatever happened to our public image?”

“Two recently married star-crossed lovers who can’t keep their hands off each other after being denied a honeymoon? The tabloids will eat it up,” Daphne answered with a smug smile. She reached out to adjust his satchel to cover both their sides, thereby allowing her to grind against him undetected.

“A-are you jealous?” Harry stammered, grabbing onto her shoulder to keep himself upright as his aching, tired cock sprang to life under her careful ministration. She knew each and every one of his fantasies, from the mundane to the dark ones he knew he could never indulge in. She knew his weak spots and his desires, his entire body defenseless against a determined assault by Daphne Greengrass.

“I’m possessive,” Daphne hissed, grabbing his arm. Her green nails dug into his skin, leaving angry red marks under his white shirt. “You know our deal, Daddy.” There was a note of anger in her voice, a feeling that Harry had abandoned her. “I don’t care who you sleep with, as long as you come home to me at the end of the day.”

“Daphne…”

“But I guess now that you have a prettier, more experienced blonde in your life you don’t have use for the older model anymore, huh?” she growled, sounding close to tears. “I needed you last night! I guess you were too busy with Fleur to realize.”

“I asked if you wanted to spend the night with me!”

“I had no desire to occupy one corner of your bed and listen to Weasley’s snores and your bride’s irritating giggles,” Daphne said icily. Throughout it all, she continued to rub against the rapidly forming tent in his trousers, leading Harry to the realization that her actions were as much a punishment for him abandoning her as they were a mark of her claim on him.

“Fleur wasn’t with me last night. I went to bed alone. I’d have liked to have gone to sleep cuddling you, but when I offered you told me to cuddle fuck a ghost.”

“She… wasn’t with you?” Daphne paused, her anger evaporating. “Why did she say ‘see you later’ after dinner last night?”

“No. And she said that because we were meeting up before her tryouts today. Her English isn’t the best, darling. Sue wanted to introduce her to the rest of Ravenclaw and help her get settled in. I’m pretty sure she and Luna spent last night educating Fleur in the intricacies of snorkacks,” Harry murmured, gently wrapping his arm around her waist once more. “I don’t love you any less… or love any of the others anymore. Next time, just tell me what you want instead of hiding behind your walls. I thought we agreed I was the one person you wouldn’t do that with,” Harry whispered, gently kissing her cheek.

“You have to love me a little more than the rest,” Daphne mumbled, melting like butter into his embrace. “Just like a teeny tiny amount that no one else will notice.”

Harry laughed. “No. But I promise to spank you a lot more than everyone else, my moon and my stars.”

“Deal.” Daphne turned her head and leaned in for a kiss, only for the moment to be shattered by Malfoy’s holler.

“What’s your hourly rate?! Think I can take a ride?”

Before Harry could even react Daphne had whirled around and walked over to Draco. She paused inches away from his face, looking at him with a sugary smile and deadly eyes. “You can’t afford Harry, sweetie. He’s top shelf. I gave him my love, my body, and my soul and even that was barely adequate recompense for his services. After recent debacles, I hear the Malfoy estates are in a… greatly diminished state compared to the other Great Houses, so I suggest you stick to the common riff-raff. I bet she won’t ask you for such a big ring.” Daphne held up the large diamond on her finger, causing Pansy to scowl. “Now, be a good little boy and pay attention in class. Don’t worry, I’ll say hi to Delacour for you. I’ll just need to find a moment when her lips aren’t glued to a real man.”

With that she strutted over to Hagrid’s hut, beaming at her large professor. Harry joined her with a smile on his face, responding to Hermione and Tracey’s confused looks with an amused shrug.

“Gather round. All of yeh. Gather round! I got a real great lesson for yeh today,” Hagrid shouted, a happy smile visible through his bushy beard. He seemed to have taken to his new job with gusto, something that made Harry very happy to see. His gentle giant of a friend deserved this happiness, and so much more.

Hagrid led them around the hut, half the class sighing in relief when they rounded the building instead of walking into the Forbidden Forest. Even Harry let loose a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Hagrid led them to an empty enclosure erected in the yard behind his hut, leaning against the padlocked gate while he waited for everyone to gather in a circle around him.

“Alright then. First things first. Gotta pull out yer books and open them.”

“How?” Draco drawled, having decided to recover some of his lost dignity by picking on an easy target.

Harry turned to look at him with a glare, promising his rival a world of pain if he so much as breathed a word about the obvious deficits in the reading material that Hagrid had assigned them.

“Well, Malfoy,” Daphne drawled lazily, pulling out her copy of the ‘Monstrous Book of Magical Creatures’ that she had belted shut. “Anyone with half a brain knows you have to stroke and soothe such an amazing and temperamental book.” She undid the belt and before the book could react, ran a slender finger down its spine. The tome shuddered and fell open. “Such a pity Miss Delacour shot you down. Now your father can’t afford to buy you a brain,” she added with a fake frown. “Or a set of balls.”

“Miss Greengrass,” Hagrid said warningly, knowing his class was going off the rails.

“Just the truth, professor. We should always speak the truth, shouldn’t we?”

“Alright, Daphne, that’s enough,” Harry said with a warning touch to her elbow. He was red in the face, trying his best not to burst out into laughter to avoid destroying what little of Draco’s pride that remained. And he wasn’t the only one in the class dealing with the same problem. Zabini was actually chuckling quietly, while Lavender and Parvati had broken out into a fit of giggles.

“Guess I’m in trouble with the hubby tonight,” Daphne declared melodramatically, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Am I getting spanked tonight, daddy?” she whispered in a voice low enough that only Harry could hear.

“Depends. Are you spending the night with me?”

“No. I’d rather you cuddle fuck the Bloody Baron.”

“Be in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait by eight. I have to walk Fleur back to her tower after detention but then I can sneak you in.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Daphne whispered, leaning into him.

She leaned up to kiss him, only for the atmosphere to be broken once more, this time by Lavender’s panicked shriek.

Harry and Daphne turned their heads towards the paddock. Hagrid had entered it and brought out the creature they would be studying for their lesson. The creature Hagrid was leading into the enclosure had the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but the front legs, wings, and head of an eagle. It had a razor-sharp gray beak and large, vivid orange eyes.

“A Hippogriff,” Daphne whispered, sounding giddy with excitement. “Isn’t it magnificent?”

Harry nodded. No one would ever call the creature cantering around Hagrid ‘beautiful’, but there was a certain majesty to him that took one’s breath away.

“They’re incredibly rare. They were hunted for sport and because some wizards believed their bones increased virility and vitality,” Daphne murmured, dropping her open book on the ground and taking a subconscious step forward. “Complete hogwash, but them being symbols of male virility has persisted through the ages. They represent everything a man should be. Proud. Noble. Powerful,” Daphne whispered, interlacing her fingers with Harry when he grabbed her wrist.

“Right-o! Ten points to Slytherin!” Hagrid beamed. “First thing yer all need ter know about Buckbeak is that like all hippogriffs, he is very proud. Easily offended. Miss Greengrass, would yer like to do the honors?”

Daphne nodded eagerly, then looked back at Harry with a small pout.

“Er… Ha… Professor Hagrid? Do you mind if I join Daph?” Harry asked, eyeing the sharp talons of the hippogriff warily. They did not want to be on the business end of those or his beak. “I… just don’t know what to do,” he mumbled as the two slipped into the enclosure.

“The polite thing,” Hagrid said as if it was obvious. When Harry looked at him in confusion, he added, “Yeh bow and yeh wait for his response. If he bows, yeh’re allowed to touch him. If not, back away slowly without breaking eye contact or straightening.”

“Gotcha,” Harry mumbled, more nervous for Daphne than for himself. He doubted his magical creature-obsessed wife would give up if the first try was a failure. He watched her sink into a low bow before he copied her actions, keeping a wary eye out for Buckbeak’s reaction.

It took a minute but the magnificent creature sank to its knees in an unmistakable bow.

“Well done!” Hagrid exclaimed, his bushy beard quivering with happiness. “Yer two can-”

But Daphne had not waited, surging forward to wrap her arms around Buckbeak’s neck, burying her face in his soft gray feathers. “Who’s a handsome boy?” Daphne cooed, gently running her fingers through the hippogriff’s feathers as it lazily trilled, clearly enjoying the attention and pampering.

Harry was much more reserved in his petting, keeping a wary eye out for any sudden movements by Buckbeak or any of the other hippogriffs slowly entering the enclosure as he gently scratched his head.

“Would yer like to ride him?”

“Can I?!” Daphne practically squealed with excitement, a decidedly unDaphneish response.

“I don’t see why not,” Hagrid replied with a grin, helping his star student mount the cooperative hippogriff.

Harry groaned internally. “Hey, Hagrid… do you think Buckbeak can handle two riders?” As reluctant as he was to be anywhere near a creature that seemed not too dissimilar to a living tank, he wasn’t about to let the girl who had managed to fall off every time she mounted a broom go flying on her own.

“Up yer go, Harry!” Hagrid picked him up effortlessly and set him down behind Daphne. “Now remember, hold on tight but don’t pluck out his feathers! He won’t like that!” With that, he slapped the hippogriff’s rump.

Harry barely had time to wrap his arms around Daphne’s waist before Buckbeak unfurled his large wings and galloped to the end of the paddock with his wings flapping. Before he knew it they were soaring high up in the air, the familiar feelings of weightlessness and freedom that came with flying soon making him forget all his worries.

“Best. Day. EVER!” Daphne screamed, looking back at Harry with a look of pure joy on her face.

Harry simply chuckled and leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. She leaned back into his chest, a serene smile on her face as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun on her face, the wind in her hair, and the freedom that only flying could bring.

Buckbeak circled the lake a couple of times, his taloned feet skimming the shimmering blue water as he glided over the watery expanse. He didn’t return them to the enclosure, however, instead changing directions and carrying them over to a rocky outcropping overlooking the lake that was hidden on three sides by the Forbidden Forest. He landed gracefully, kneeling down on the soft grass to allow them to clamber off his back.

“He’s tired,” Harry murmured, glancing at the hippogriff in concern.

“Hippogriffs can fly for hours at a stretch, Harry, and carry loads far greater than the two of us. He just doesn’t want to go back yet,” Daphne murmured, gently petting Buckbeak. The giant creature leaned into the touch for a minute before gracefully getting to his feet and trotting into the forest.

“Uh… Daph… where’s he going?”

“If I had to guess, he's going to hunt his lunch.”

“I guess we’re trekking through the forest to get back, then.”

Daphne chuckled. “Or we could jump into the lake and swim back. But what’s the hurry? It’s not like you’re terribly interested in the Care of Magical Creatures and I already know all I need to know about hippogriffs,” Daphne said casually as she walked over to the edge of the outcropping and sat down on the dew-covered grass. She swung her feet, looking back at her husband happily. “It seems like Buckbeak brought us to this little slice of heaven for a reason, husband. It would be a shame to waste it.”

Harry looked around at the verdant grass and the fields of flowers of all possible colors that interspersed the grass. He smiled and bent to pick up a lily, walking over to Daphne and gently pushing it into her hair. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet, guiding her to the center of the clearing.

“We never got to dance at our wedding,” Harry whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her around an imaginary dance floor in tune with imaginary music.

“We never got to do a lot of things at our wedding,” Daphne whispered back, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Do you resent me?”

“You, daddy? Never. Life’s a different story. Greengrass women always get the short straw, right?” Daphne leaned up and pressed her lips against his perfect jawline. “At least I don’t have to worry about you anymore when I’m gone. I’ll just have to teach Delacour to make you treacle tart.”

“One, you don’t know how to make treacle tart.” Harry laughed when Daphne slapped his shoulder.

“It’s the principle that counts, daddy. I’ll be teaching her how to properly take care of you.”

“Two, you don’t even know if you have the curse.”

“It’s a one-in-two chance, sir. Those are not great odds,” Daphne whispered.

“There are ways around it.”

“No. Not this argument again. I refuse to not give you a child, Harry Black. Not because of a blood curse most of the magical world doesn’t even believe exists.”

Harry gently laid her down on the grass on her back, looming over her and studying her with serious green eyes. “What brought this on, little angel?”

Daphne gulped. “The dementor. It confirmed it. I have the curse. In a way, I’m relieved. Tori gets to live her normal life.” She sighed as she watched him loosen her tie, quickly unbuttoning her blouse. “There’s a reason Greengrass women lactate from puberty, daddy. We’re meant to have a healthy heir early and raise them as best we can before the curse consumes our body,” she whispered, looking up at him with big scared eyes as he gently undid her bra. She sighed as her sore, full breasts gently bounced free after he pulled the tight garment away, reaching up and massaging both creamy mounds with her hands.

“That’s the dementor playing on your worst fears, my love,” Harry murmured, pushing his hand under her skirt. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, carelessly tossing them away into the meadow. “But even if it’s true, we will find a way. Because I want you by my side when our gorgeous son with your eyes and my hair brings home Malfoy’s daughter, and we all have to pretend like Malfoy doesn’t disgust the tits off us.”

“You don’t have tits, Harry,” Daphne giggled.

“Precisely why I need you to be around,” Harry teased, undoing the button of his trousers and shimmying out of them and his boxers. He sighed as his sore, semi-erect cock sprang free.

“I’m not letting anything happen to my tits.” She gently jiggled her large breasts. “They’re my defining feature!”

“Oh, I think everyone will agree that your brattiness is your defining feature,” Harry growled, his fingers sinking into the soft skin of her waist and pulling her closer. “Although.” His hand moved to her breast, gently kneading the creamy flesh and drawing out a quiet moan from the girl. “Your magnificent breasts are a close second.”

“Better than Fleur’s boobs?”

“It’s not a contest, princess.”

“But if it were, I bet I’d win. She can’t do this,” Daphne whispered with a triumphant grin. She threaded her fingers through his hair, gently guiding his lips to the stiff rosy peak that crowned her tear-drop-shaped breast.

Harry groaned as a gentle suck caused the floodgates to open. Her thick, creamy milk spilled into his mouth, the girl heaving a sigh of relief as the pressure in her chest reduced.

“Looks like you’re ready to go, daddy,” Daphne whispered, glancing down at his throbbing manhood with a lazy grin on her face. “I want your… big… thick… cock ravaging my tight pussy,” Daphne murmured, running her fingers through his hair as he suckled on her breast. Every drop of milk he swallowed seemed to fill him up with strength, replacing rational thought with a primal urge to mate with his wife. “I want your seed filling my womb so I can give you a son. James Thaddeus Black…” Daphne whispered, her back arching as his tip split her lips, slowly pushing into her wet slit. “Oh… daddy! Take me. Take me. Take me!”

Harry growled around her breast, reaching up to grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head. “You’re not leaving me,” he muttered through a mouthful of milk, his usually sparkling green eyes darkened with lust.

“D-daddy… I-” Daphne cried out as her walls were stretched by his shaft, Harry ruthlessly pushing into her aching womanhood.

“Promise me.”

“I… I promise!” Her loud moan was muffled by his lips, her eyes flying open in surprise when he dribbled some of her own milk into her mouth.

Harry thrust into her with the ferocity of a bull, pulling out of her only to ram back in, every thrust causing his tip to brush against her G-spot and drawing out a desperate moan from her lips. Her fluttering walls tried to clamp around his cock and blunt his frenzied thrusting, but it was of no use. He was a man possessed, pistoning in and out of her slick pussy with the single goal of breeding her in his mind.

Not that it was currently possible, but Harry Potter had never let technical details like those stop him before.

Daphne’s head turned to rest her flushed cheek on the cool grass, a silly smile on her face as she was mercilessly ravished by the edge of the forest. Her lips were parted in a low, continuous moan, her tongue lolling out as she panted like she was in heat.

“I… love… you,” Harry grunted, bending her legs at her hips and making her lock them around his waist, the new angle letting her feel his cock deep in her belly. “Loved you since the day five-year-old Daphne marched up to me and declared you were going to be my wife. You don’t get to leave me.”

“I…” Daphne squealed as she felt his tip hit a spot so deep she was certain he was practically in her womb. “I… won’t. Please, sir!” Her entire body trembled with her impending orgasm, her gray eyes flicking over to him in a silent, desperate plea for release.

“Promise me,” Harry growled, keeping her hands pinned above her head with one of his own. His free hand traveled down to her breast and began to tug and twist her sensitive nipple, drawing out a strangled shriek from her lips. Creamy milk began to leak out of the crinkled nubs, staining her skin in thick trails as it dripped down her sweetly curved mounds, pooling on her belly and in the grass below them.

“I… oh, Merlin! You feel so good!” Daphne groaned, her legs cramping with pleasure. Harry kept tirelessly thrusting in and out of her, her entire body a slave to their desires. “I PROMISE!” she screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she erupted, her arousal flooding her pussy and coating the shaft still ramming in and out of her before leaking out and dripping down to the soft grass. “Gimme!”

“Give… what?” Harry asked, laboring for every breath, the unforgiving pace finally taking a toll on him.

“Your. Seed,” Daphne grunted, using her legs around him to weakly push him deep inside her, her fluttering walls clamping down on his shaft in a grip of velvet iron. “Give me a child,” she whispered, her back arching to push her firm breast into his hands.

“F-fuck,” Harry groaned, collapsing on top of her as he came, shooting ropes of thick, warm cum inside her. Daphne sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the weak winter sun on her face and the feeling of being filled to bursting point by her husband.

“Harry?” Daphne asked quietly, gently freeing her hands from his hold and stopping him from pulling out of her.

“Yes, princess?”

“Can we just cuddle for a bit? Like this?”

“Mhm.” Harry rolled them so they were spooning, his cock still sheathed inside her, ensconced in the warmth of her pussy. “I love you so much,” he whispered, resting his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes. His hands tiredly played with her breasts, the two lovers enjoying post-coital bliss and basking in each other’s presence.

“I’ve loved you since the day I met you, Harry,” Daphne whispered. “Do you think Buckbeak brought us here on purpose?”

“You’re the magical creatures expert. You tell me,” Harry asked with a quiet yawn.

“I think there’s no such thing as a coincidence. I think Buckbeak knew we needed this,” Daphne whispered, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of being filled with his warm seed.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Daphne asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“What’s tomorrow?”

Daphne twisted to look at Harry with raised eyebrows. “Please tell me you haven’t forgotten your fiance’s birthday.” Daphne smacked his chest at his confused expression. “It’s Susan’s eighteenth!”

“I know that! I asked her if she wanted to sneak out to Hogsmeade for dinner, just the two of us. But she said she had a ton of Charms homework and wouldn’t be able to make it, so I got her a card and a gift.”

“Well, of course, she said that! Abbott’s planning a surprise party, didn’t she tell you? I bet Susan already knows, Abbott can’t keep her mouth shut around her best friend.”

“No?”

“Come to think of it, I think it was meant to be a surprise for you too. It was really hard to hear what Hannah was saying over the flashes and bangs in Charms. Please tell me you have something special for her, daddy. I have this nagging feeling that Susan feels neglected, like an outsider. Tomorrow is the perfect chance to get closer to her!”

“You know, not half an hour ago you were ready to murder me for paying attention to the other girls in our little… group circle.”

“This is different,” Daphne muttered, huffing with annoyance. Couldn’t he see that Sue and Susan were sweet, kind, delicate little flowers who deserved his love and attention? Why couldn’t Fleur be more like them?

Harry lazily pinched her puffy, achy nipple, causing her to moan. “Are you ever going to admit to creating a completely fake rivalry with Fleur simply because the two of you are so alike?”

“Never,” Daphne growled, nipping the hand resting on her shoulder playfully. She wasn’t about to give her husband a big head, even when she knew he was absolutely right. “Are you going to make sure Susie’s birthday is a day she won’t forget?”

“I will,” Harry promised, before pulling her back into his chest. “For now, let me just enjoy holding Mrs. Black.”

Chapter 14:

“I can’t believe Hagrid is in trouble because Malfoy is a bigot, an idiot, and the world’s biggest drama queen,” Harry muttered under his breath. Although he was following Daphne and Hannah down the fifth-floor hallway, his mind was far away, focused on the disciplinary hearing of his best friend. A hearing that none of them had been permitted to attend. It wasn’t like they would be missing anything important, it was a Sunday and half the castle was still in bed. “We should be there.”

“And miss Susan’s birthday party?” Daphne asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It would have taken half an hour at most. It’s wrong to punish Hagrid or Buckbeak because Malfoy was dumb enough to goad a hippogriff into attacking him! And now he’s strutting around the hospital wing, acting like he’s dying when all he has is a big scratch on his arm.”

“It was slightly more serious than that. No, don’t glare at me,” Daphne scolded, slowing down to walk beside Harry. She gently grasped his hand, a reassuring smile on her face. “The Board of Governors had no interest in hearing from us. Dumbledore is defending Hagrid and while I’m not particularly fond of our hypocritical Headmaster, he will get Hagrid off lightly. For now, the best thing you can do is focus on Susan’s birthday.”

Harry sighed and nodded. His wife was right. There was nothing he could do for Hagrid and fixating on his problem would only ruin Susan’s birthday. Which he doubted would be particularly helpful in his quest to get closer to the future Mrs. Potter.

“Do you need a refresher on the plan?” Hannah asked as they climbed onto a staircase and let it carry them to the seventh floor.

“It’ll be the third refresher since breakfast, Hannah,” Harry murmured with a fond roll of his eyes. “You’ve organized a treasure hunt for Susie. Every stop gives her a clue and a present from one of her friends. I’m the last stop.”

“And your present is?”

“Me,” Harry murmured, his cheeks turning pink. Hannah had been blunt about what he should give Susan for her birthday.

“A much better gift than the record you got her.”

“She happens to like the Weird Sisters, Daphne.”

“You can give her the record anytime you want,” Hannah muttered, leading them down the seventh-floor hallway to the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. “Your gift to her on her eighteenth birthday has to be something far more memorable.”

“And you’re sure she wants this? We’ve never done anything past third base. I try to go any further or if I ask any question more personal than say… her taste in music, she shuts up like a clam and acts distant for the rest of the date.”

“And why do you think that is, Harry?” Hannah asked, pacing in front of the smooth stone wall opposite the tapestry.

“I don’t think she likes me very much.”

Hannah turned with an exasperated expression, shooting Daphne a look that clearly said, ‘Men’.

“The problem is that she likes you far too much, Potter,” Hannah explained with a roll of her eyes. “She’s closed off and distant to you because she’s afraid of rejection. You’ve known Daphne your entire life. You and Ginny share a magical bond that defies explanation. Fleur literally keeps you safe from the demon-sucking monsters ‘guarding’ our school. She doesn’t know where she fits in. She’s afraid that if she shows you her real self, you’ll be disgusted and leave her. And she’s terrified of that possibility, so she has decided to live the rest of her life on scraps of your affection.”

“How… how do you know all this?”

“She had a breakdown after your date last week and told me. I wrote to Sue and we’ve been working on this plan ever since.”

“Why Sue? Why not ask the rest of us for help?” Daphne turned to Harry with a wry smile. “At least this explains the secret project she told us she was working on.”

Hannah shrugged. “I figured if anyone in the bunch knew what it feels like to be an outsider, it was her. Once we started talking I realized she also understood Susan’s pain and why she is so ashamed of her desires. Between the two of us we came up with this plan,” Hannah explained, throwing open the door that had appeared in the previously smooth wall.

“What is this?” Daphne breathed, the three of them walking into the dimly lit kink room. The room was illuminated by scores of candles floating in mid-air, and by a fire merrily burning in the ornate fireplace. It had a sitting area next to the fireplace, a huge king-sized bed, and the walls contained racks with all manner of toys and equipment.

“Hufflepuffs call it the Come and Go Room. It’s an open secret in our house. It gives you what you need the most. In this case, I asked it to give me everything to fulfill Susan’s most secret desires.”

As Harry studied a glass case housing rows of the most gorgeous collars, he realized it was no ordinary playroom. Every toy and piece of equipment in the room was oriented towards the service of one particular kink. “Petplay?” he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

“She wants to be your pet and puppy, Potter. That’s her big secret. She runs away every time you try to be intimate because she’s afraid she’ll do something to give it away,” Hannah muttered, fishing a large envelope out of her bag. “Sue promised me you’d keep an open mind. Was she wrong?”

“I’ve indulged in it on occasion…” Harry whispered, his eyes fixed on a scarlet and gold collar in the very center of the glass display. “It’s been a while. But no, I don’t mind it.”

Daphne snorted. “He loves collars and pet play. My husband is just being coy,” Daphne muttered, playfully squeezing his hand. “None of your wives were interested in one of your biggest kinks… until now. What a funny coincidence, hmm?”

“I thought you didn’t believe in coincidences,” Harry whispered, reverentially pulling the collar out of its glass case.

“I don’t. This was fate,” Daphne grinned, accepting the envelope pushed in her direction by Hannah.

“Susie and the rest are waiting in the Great Hall. The envelope has the first clue. Can you get the hunt started while I fill Harry in on everything else Susan told me?”

Daphne nodded. “Will do,” she said, tucking the envelope into her satchel before starting to walk towards the still-open door. “And Harry,” she added, looking back at her husband. “Don’t hesitate. Remember your promise to me. Her birthday gift must be something she never forgets.”

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Susan stumbled into the dark room, nearly falling before each of her elbows was caught by Daphne and Hannah and she was pulled back into a standing position. As promised, she had been blindfolded, having zero idea what awaited her.

“Happy Birthday, bestie,” Hannah whispered, gently squeezing her hand.

“Harry Birthday, Mrs. Potter. We’ll come back for the two of you… after a few hours.” Daphne leaned up to kiss the curvy redhead’s freckled cheek, causing her to shiver. “Don’t worry. You’re part of the pack now, pup,” Daphne teased, smacking her ass playfully before she retreated out of the room with Hannah.

Pup? Harry Birthday? What’re these two up to?!

With growing panic and trembling fingers, she pulled off the blindfold, letting the black satin band fall to the floor. She blinked a few times to get used to the dim light of the room. Harry had blown out all the candles floating in the air, leaving only the fire roaring merrily in the fireplace as a source of light and warmth.

Her eyes roved over the shadowy room before settling on the shirtless figure sitting on a chair in the very center of the room. Harry held a soft, deep red leather collar in one hand. Attached to it was a leash, whose end he had wound around his other wrist, stretching out the thin leather strip across his lap.

Susan gulped, pressing her thick thighs together to stop the trickle of arousal from leaking out of her slick pussy.

“Miss Bones.”

“Yes, sir?” She had no clue where the title had come from. But it only felt right to address him respectfully. He was to be her husband and judging by his pose and the collar in his hand, she knew he wished to be so much more than that.

“Come here.”

Susan took an involuntary step forward. There was no denying that voice, no ignoring the quiet tone of authority that had her heart hammering in her chest and heat pooling in her belly. Never in her life had she been more turned on than she was at that moment. She’d know he was kinky, she’d heard Sue call him ‘daddy’ on more than one occasion during their dates. Daphne was usually much more reserved in public, but the one time she had accidentally walked in on her boyfriend spanking her during a sleepover had let her know just what sort of relationship Harry had with his wife.

But to be here, on her birthday, with him not only willing but eager to fulfill her biggest fantasy?!

“Did I die?” she whispered, her eyes wide. She knew there was something funky about the cake Hannah had brought to their dorms at midnight. “This feels like heaven.”

“You’re absolutely alive, Miss Bones. Now, be a good little puppy and come to me.”

Susan took another involuntary step towards him, her breath hitching. This felt too good to be true. Good things never happened to people like her. They were reserved for the Daphnes and Chos of the world. Not for plain, shy, wallflower Susan Bones.

Harry tutted. “Like a good pup would, little one.”

Susan blinked in confusion before her cheeks flushed as she realized what he wanted. She smoothed her pale yellow summer dress before sinking to her knees and getting down on her hands. She slowly started to crawl towards him, keeping her big gray eyes focused on his toned chest, her lips parted slightly as she began to pant.

She crawled in between his parted legs and paused, her big pale blue eyes resting on her dominant, clearly awaiting further instructions.

“I’m terribly upset with you, Susie,” Harry whispered, gently pushing a strand of her fiery hair out of her eyes, carefully tucking it behind her ears. “Hannah tells me you’ve been purposefully keeping your distance from me. That you only agree to meet for brief public dates in cafés and stopped coming over for sleepovers at Grimmauld Place so you keep a safe physical and emotional distance between us. Do you not like me anymore, pet? I won’t force you into a relationship or marriage that you do not want,” Harry murmured, gently caressing her round cheek with his thumb.

Dammit, Hannah! Did you tell him every little thing?

Harry wrapped his hand around her creamy neck, causing her eyes to fly open in shock. “I’m waiting for an answer, pup.”

Susan gulped. “It’s… it’s the opposite. I started to like you far too much. I knew I had to keep my distance for my own sanity,” Susan whispered, her lower lip quivering. “I was starting to have unreasonable expectations and setting myself up for disappointment. I mean, why would you want to spend more time with me when you’re also married to two leggy blondes who’re hot enough to grace the cover of Witch Weekly in their sleep? Look at me!” She gestured at her body in despair. “I’m freckled from head to toe, I have huge breasts, a soft belly, and thick thighs. No matter what I do, I can’t lose enough weight to be like Daphne and Fleur.”

“And you’ve been avoiding me because you think I’d rather spend time with Daphne or Fleur?”

“Wouldn’t any man?” Susan asked, chewing her lower lip nervously.

“I’m not most men. I’m unlike any man you’ll ever meet,” Harry whispered, gently running his fingers through her luscious waist-length hair. She usually wore it in a braid, but had kept it open for the day, something he suspected Daphne had asked her to do, knowing very well his preference for simple ponytails or loose hair. “Is that all? Or did you have any other worries?”

“I was worried you wouldn’t like me… like our marital bed,” Susan whispered, resting her head on his knees. His voice was calm and soothing, and she felt like spilling every last secret if only he were to ask. “I know you like being a daddy. But I can’t be a princess like Sue or Daphne. I tried during all our dates, and you saw how awkward those were,” she mumbled, sounding on the verge of tears.

“Do you want to be my pet?”

Susan’s eyes flew up to search his face, trying to find signs that he was joking. “For my birthday gift?”

“No, your gift is being collared. Do you want to be my pet, my wife, and my partner, today and for the rest of our lives together?”

Susan gave him a shy nod, the blush on her cheeks deepening to a dark red.

“And do you promise never to act like a silly pup and hide things like this from me again?”

“I promise,” Susan vowed hoarsely, her throat suddenly dry. She was trembling with anticipation. Suddenly feeling bold, she turned and pressed a loving kiss to his knees.

“Shall I call our friends in?”

“Friends?” Susan squeaked.

“A collaring is traditionally in front of an audience, my love. Much like a marriage, there need to be witnesses to the vows we make,” Harry explained. He’d done a lot of research into collars and collaring to prepare for the day he’d have to collar Ginny. He didn’t know too much about pet play, but what he knew excited him, and what he didn’t… he’d learn for his perfect, gorgeous little pet. “But if you’re uncomfortable, it can just be the two of us.”

Susan took a deep breath before nodding slowly. “It’s just our close friends, right?” she asked, reaching out with her hand, looking to him for reassurance.

“Mhm.” Harry grabbed her hand and pulled it up, gently brushing his lips against her feverish skin.

“Hannah has always been there for me. I mean… I bet this was all her idea. She was the only one who knew. I’d like her to be there. And the rest too, I think.”

Harry smiled and picked up the small silver bell from the table next to the plush armchair, gently ringing it. The wooden doors of the ‘Come and Go Room’ sprung open, their closest friends walking in.

“About time. We’ve been waiting out there for so long. I thought you started the show without us,” Daphne teased, carefully dabbing blood-red lipstick before smacking her lips. She had changed into a black leather corset that hugged her curves, shiny leather pants, and winged eyeliner, her entire get-up screaming ‘Domme’ to everyone in attendance.

Sue giggled and grinned at the sight in front of them, glad that the initial friction between everyone in their poly slice of heaven was slowly working itself out. Fleur and Ginny were not present, the former still stuck in detention while the latter had to, unfortunately, spend the weekend at St. Mungo’s for the mandated monthly checkups that had started ever since Harry had made her his thrall.

Hannah dragged her red-faced boyfriend to the center of the room after shutting the door, beaming at the sight of her best friend kneeling in front of Harry, her head resting on his lap.

“Hey Nev,” Harry grinned at his friend, chuckling at the quiet squeak that escaped his lips at being addressed before anyone else. “You know, Hannah, if he’s uncomfortable he doesn’t have to stay.”

“I want to stay?” Neville cleared his throat. “I want to stay. I want to watch and… learn. I want Hannah and me to have…” He blushed, seemingly unable to say anything further.

“A deeply satisfying sex life. But today isn’t about us.” Hannah grinned as her best friend shyly peeked at the group through the fringe of red hair that had fallen across her face.

“Damn Bones, look at that ass!” Tracey hollered, wriggling free of Hermione’s hold. “Can I get some? Look at mine, it’s a bloody board.” She twisted and wiggled her ass for the group.

“That’s quite enough,” Hermione hissed, grabbing Tracey’s wrist and pulling the girl into her chest. A gesture that did not go unnoticed by anyone in attendance.

“If you’re all quite done, shall we begin?” Harry asked, a happy smile on his face. Despite his parents’ killer being on the loose and potentially hunting him to finish the job his master couldn’t, life as a whole was much better than it had been a year ago.

“Please,” Hannah murmured. The group sat down on the couches provided by the room, their eyes glued to the couple and the show they would soon put on.

“Hey. It’s okay. I know there’s so much I don’t know about you, and so much that you don’t know about me. I can’t wait to find out every little thing,” Harry whispered, gently grabbing Susan’s chin with his hand and making her look up at him. “But for now, I need you to trust me. Can you do that, pet?”

Susan nodded, a shy smile on her face.

“Don’t concentrate on them. None of them exist. Only your husband exists, and your duty to him is the only thing that matters,” Harry whispered, slowly getting to his feet and walking to the dead center of the room, right in front of the fireplace. Susan followed him on her hands and knees, both of them bathed in an orange glow.

“Do you know how to kneel?” Harry asked quietly.

“She knows all the positions. She’s been reading those trashy romances for a year now!” Hannah interjected before Susan could speak.

“Hannah, one more word, and I’ll throw you all out. This is between my pet and me,” Harry reminded the blonde girl coldly, before turning to a nervous Susan with a kind expression. “Yes, pet?”

“I-I do, sir,” Susan whispered, shivering with anticipation. Her wildest dreams, every single secret fantasy she had thought up under the covers of her bed as she desperately masturbated were all about to come true. She wondered if being collared would feel as good as it did in the books.

“Kneel for me, Susie,” Harry ordered quietly as he walked around the play room, collecting all the equipment they’d need for her collaring before dumping them on the table next to the now empty armchair.

Susan nodded and shifted to a kneeling position, her back straight and neck bent to ensure she would be looking down in respect. She pulled her arms behind her back, grabbing her left wrist with her right hand to lock her hands in place. Everyone watched with fascination as Harry kneeled in front of her, black eyeliner in his hand.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir,” Susan whispered, convinced everyone in the room could hear her heart hammering away in her chest.

“Repeat after me,” Harry murmured, uncapping the eyeliner and testing it against his palm. “I am a pet.”

“I am a pet,” Susan rasped, forcing herself not to flinch when Harry brought the eyeliner up to her eyes.

“I am loved and cherished by everyone around me,” Harry whispered, carefully applying makeup. First the eyeliner and then some foundation, before finally topping things off with a scarlet lipstick that perfectly resembled his house colors.

“I am loved and cherished by everyone around me.” She wasn’t an idiot. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to bolster her self-esteem, but looking at the proud smiles on her friends' faces and the glimmer of desire in her boyfriend’s eyes, she had to admit his strategy was working.

She felt wanted. She felt loved. She felt cherished.

“I have a dominant who will spend his life ensuring my happiness and I, in turn, swear to serve him to the best of my abilities,” Harry intoned, hooking his fingers under the thin straps of her dress and slowly pulling them down her arms. She shifted her arms to lay her hands in her lap to allow him to undress her, resisting the urge to cross her arms over her chest to hide her melon-sized breasts from him and the rest of their friends.

“I have a dominant-” She couldn’t help it, her face broke out into a huge grin as she uttered those words. The fact that he didn’t find her desires disgusting or abhorrent, that he wanted to be an active participant in them instead of simply tolerating them had been the best birthday gift of her entire life.

Hannah and Sue had given her a chance for a happy marriage.

Thank you, bestie. Thank you, Sue. She thought, beaming happily at Harry.

“Complete the vows, pup,” Harry whispered, bunching up her summer dress around her waist before gently smacking her breast to break her free of her reverie.

SMACK!

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a bright red handprint blooming against her creamy skin as her heavy breast swayed with the force of the impact.

“S-sir!” Susan cried out, groaning quietly. The stinging radiated through her chest causing the heat pooling in her core to increase in intensity. She was seconds away from being a blubbering, begging mess, and she knew it. “I have a dominant who will spend his life ensuring my happiness and I, in turn, swear to serve him to the best of my abilities,” Susan swore, the words tumbling from her lips in her haste to finish the vow so they could move on.

“Hannah knows and she told me, but the rest of our friends are still in the dark. Do you want to tell them why you want to be my puppy?” Harry rose to his feet with a sigh, slowly walking over to the table to fetch everything he’d need for the second phase of her collaring.

Susan blushed, her eyes flickering up to study their friends for a quick second. They were all staring at the couple, completely enraptured by the spectacle in front of them. She hadn’t looked long enough to be certain, but she could have sworn Hannah’s hand was in her boyfriend’s trousers, giving him a handjob as they watched. “Uhm…” She cleared her throat, the blush on her cheeks deepening as she continued. “I always dreamed of my Prince Charming. My Knight in Shining Armor. The man I’d love and be devoted to. I guess that’s why I was drawn to being a puppy. I want to love Harry, be devoted to him, serve him…” She shyly turned to Harry. “And maybe even annoy him as a puppy would. I want that bond for us.” Now that she was finally on a roll, she found it much easier to talk as her inhibitions faded. “I know it will take a long time. You spent your entire life with Daphne to get to where you are now. But I promise I will wake up every day determined to be worthy of the collar around my neck,” Susan whispered, assuming the position once more as he kneeled in front of her.

“And I promise to spend every day of my life trying to be worthy of calling you my wife and my pet,” Harry whispered, gently slipping the soft leather around her neck. He buckled the collar in place, looking at her for signs of discomfort or difficulty in breathing. She beamed at him as he pulled away, letting the leash fall down to rest in the crevice between her breasts.

The whole room broke out into clapping and wolf-whistling. Harry waited for the commotion to die before continuing. “We’re not done yet,” he declared, cupping Susan’s freckled cheeks and tilting her head to make her look up at him. “Hannah told me you dreamt about a more in-depth experience, not just a collar. Is that true?”

Susan’s courage deserted her once more and she found herself unable to speak, only giving him a shy nod in response.

“Only if you want,” she finally croaked out, looking at her boyfriend with fearful eyes, worried he’d find the rest of her fantasy too weird.

“I’d love to see you in ears and a tail, pet,” Harry murmured, pulling the silver tray full of toys towards them. “Shall we begin?”

“I’d like nothing more, sir,” Susan whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.

Notes:

Two chapters together? You got that right! Considering how much Daphne loves Buckbeak, what do you think she will do to Malfoy when the sentence is announced? Also, next chapter develops Harry and Susan's relationship and has a certain someone finally enter the castle *ominous music*. My upload schedule for this month has changed, you can now expect updates on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday! If there are kinks you'd like to see more of, please, tell me! Any you'd like to see less of? Tell me that as well! I want these stories to be as fun for you to read as they are for me to write.