The Grass Is Always Greener Chapter 15. (Patreon)

Content Warnings: BJs, Spanking, Collars, Teasing, Breast Play, Leashes.

“What news, Wormtail?”

Like every other dream, the figure the voice belonged to was hidden from view. The voice came from a big crib placed as close to the fire roaring in the ramshackle fireplace as possible. Wormtail stayed in the shadows at the far end of the room, seemingly afraid to be any closer to his master.

“G-good news, my lord,” Pettigrew stuttered, nervously rubbing his hands together. “Everything is in place. Things proceed as planned.”

“Good.” The voice was cold, malicious. It held no warmth, not even happiness. It was a voice completely devoid of humanity.

Wormtail hesitated. Being the bearer of bad news had never worked out for him but withholding it from his master would only make things worse. He’d find out sooner or later.

And he had no desire to be Nagini’s dinner.

“T-there is one thing, my lord…” Pettigrew whimpered, his voice barely a whisper. He spoke haltingly, like he was forcing every word past his lips.

“What?!”

Wormtail gulped. “Y-your… your loyal servant… he reports… the boy…”

“What, Wormtail?!”

“The boy has made a friend. A Greengrass,” Pettigrew said in a rush, eager to just get it over with.

A skeletal hand, much smaller than that of adults poked out from the crib, pointing a wand at Wormtail. “Crucio,” he said coldly. He held the spell for a good minute, watching the pudgy man writhe helplessly on the floor.

“My lord! Why are they so important?! It’s just an insignificant girl!” Pettigrew cried out desperately, eager to avoid any further punishment.

“Knowledge is power, Wormtail,” the voice hissed coldly. “They possess some that must never be allowed to reach the boy. You don’t deserve to know anything more.”

“What shall we do?” Pettigrew groveled.

“We cannot kill her…”

“It would draw unwanted attention, my lord,” Pettigrew wheezed from the floor, sobbing quietly.

“He cannot be allowed to be close to that family. When we rise… they will be the first to perish…” the voice hissed, the hand disappearing back into the crib. “Tell him to do what he must, Wormtail. The boy must be separated from the Greengrasses.”

Nearly five hundred miles away, Harry shot upright from his bed, his entire body soaked with sweat.

Daphne, who had been happily sleeping curled up on his chest stirred, blearily staring at her boyfriend. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, reluctantly pushing the blanket away from her naked body. She had kept her word and climbed into bed without a single stitch of clothing covering her body.

Harry had, however, only shed his shirt. He had also shown supreme self-control, not giving in to her advances even when she curled up on top of him, her large breasts smooshed against his arm as she traced the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen.

She hadn’t minded. She loved their little cat-and-mouse game. If anything, his firm desire to treat this like a proper relationship despite his lack of experience only reinforced her feelings for him.

Daphne Greengrass loved the idiot whose bed she now shared, even if she’d probably never admit it to him or anyone else.

She gently climbed into his lap, cupping his cheeks. “Bad dream, Harry?” she asked quietly. She caressed his cheek with the back of her hand, waiting for him to calm down.

“He’s going to kill you all,” Harry whispered hoarsely, his eyes wild.

“Who’s going to kill who, Harry?” Daphne asked, her voice soft and reassuring.

“I think… I had… a dream. About Voldemort.”

Daphne did an admirable job of suppressing her shudder. He’d told her a lot the morning after their fateful encounter with Karkaroff and Snape. Including the entire story behind Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew’s escape, and the dreams he’d been having since summer.

“Who does he want to kill?” Daphne asked calmly. It wasn’t like it was surprising news. Obviously, he wanted to kill someone. One didn’t become the most feared Dark Lord of the century by petting kittens and feeding unicorns.

“You. Your entire family. He doesn’t want us to be close,” Harry muttered, his chest heaving.

Daphne frowned. Patricia Adams being against their relationship was one thing, but it seemed everyone, from their professors to a freaking Dark Lord had a problem with their union.

Which, if they knew anything about her, they’d have realized it only made her more determined to see it through. The fact that she was utterly besotted with the man she wasn’t supposed to date certainly helped matters.

“Are you sure You-Know-Who isn’t a woman?” Daphne asked, deciding to distract her boyfriend from his dream.

“I… what?”

“I mean… just think about it. He’s utterly obsessed with you and he hates that we’re dating. That describes nearly every woman in this castle.” Daphne giggled, resting her forehead against his. “I wouldn’t worry. The Greengrass manor is well protected. My parents are safe and Tori is either with me, Tracey, or Lovegood. Nothing’s happening to anyone.”

“Daphne, I-”

“Harry, if you talk about breaking up with me again I’ll make you sleep on the floor for a month,” Daphne said sternly, glaring at her lover. “You think he’s going to leave us alone just because we’re not dating anymore? He said kill them all, right?”

Harry nodded.

“So it’s obviously much bigger than just us two. Maybe my father called him an Egomaniacal Jackass with delusions of grandeur when he came to recruit him and my mother to his cause. Who knows? I’ll write to my father in the morning so they know what’s going on.”

“Why?”

“Why am I doing this?” Daphne guessed the hidden meaning behind his one-word question. “Because we’re in this together. We fight together.”

“Fighting? Doesn’t that go against self-preservation? Not very Slytherin of you,” Harry murmured, immediately relaxing under her touch. She was his anchor, his safe harbor in the tempest that was his life.

Is that why he wants me away from her? Now I have something… someone to fight for.

“I lied,” Daphne said casually. She pressed closer to him, her messy blonde hair tickling his neck. “Self-preservation isn’t the most important Slytherin quality. No. A true Slytherin would burn down the world for someone they lo… care about. I might fight dirty, but I’ll fight to protect you without fear or hesitation, Harry Potter,” Daphne whispered, pressing her lips against his. “You know why?”

“Because training a new boyfriend is a lot of work?” Harry raised his hips, allowing the fingers digging into the waistband of his pajamas to pull them down his legs.

Daphne chuckled. “I guess you’re onto my devious plan,” she whispered, pressing kisses along his jaw, silently worshiping him. “But I think I’ll also do it because we’re partners and I’m pretty fond of my brave and kind but utterly foolish boyfriend.”

“Partners?”

“Aren’t we?” Daphne pulled away to look at him, gathering up her hair and securing it into a loose ponytail with the pink scrunchie around her right wrist.

“I thought you Pureblood girls wanted a ring on your finger and a collar around your neck,” Harry repeated her words, teasing her with a small smile.

“And that’s mutually exclusive with us being partners? Is there a rule that says we can’t fuck up Malfoy’s day together before you rail me hard enough that I see stars?”

Harry blushed. “I… I’ve never… I’ve cared for people like Hermione as a friend. I’ve cared for my partners as a dominant. I’ve never done both for one person.”

“Do you want to?” Daphne asked seriously. Perhaps she was being selfish, but she didn’t want to compromise either half of their relationship.

Harry’s eyes held a quiet determination as he locked his gaze with hers. “Yes. Do you know what dominants of this variety are called?” he asked, chuckling quietly.

“I was a virgin until a few hours ago whose primary source of sexual knowledge was Tracey Davis, daddy. I know bits and pieces and have an inkling of what I like, but I’m going to fail this test.”

“A daddy. They’re… more… involved in their partner’s life. Some people don’t like-”

“I do,” Daphne blurted out before she could stop herself. They were discussing and defining their relationship while naked on a bed. She’d have laughed at the absurdity of the situation if she wasn’t so enraptured by the thought of them finally moving past the game they’d been playing for the past five months. “I’ve had to take care of myself since I was a kid. Given Tori’s health… I don’t blame anyone. But it’ll be nice to be taken care of for a change,” she admitted shyly, her cheeks pink.

“I’d love to take care of you, my sweet kitten.” Harry pushed his hands under her arms, effortlessly picking her up and setting her down on the bed.

Daphne wrapped an arm around her chest to prevent him from the satisfaction of seeing her breasts bounce. The ease with which he could lift her was equal parts arousing and annoying, the brat in her decided. “Kitten?” she asked, tilting her head. She watched him bend, pulling out a small chest from under the bed.

“You’re needy and you want affection, but only on your terms. And you have very sharp claws,” Harry explained teasingly, ducking to save himself from the pillow flung in his direction. He extended his hand just in time, saving the lamp that the pillow had dislodged from the nightstand from hitting the floor and shattering.

“You do remember we aren’t alone in this room, right?”

“And?”

“There are no silencing charms around my bed. I don’t know how to cast them. I got this two-way silencing ward from the Twins because Ron’s snoring was getting on my nerves but they’re still experimenting with it and loud noises do get through.” Harry jerked his thumb in the direction of the ward hanging from one of the curtains, carefully setting his lamp back on the nightstand. “Like, say, a lamp shattering.”

“Good thing I know how to cast a silencing charm.”

“So cast one. Because I can promise you, we are going to be loud, darling.”

“No.”

Harry hefted the trunk up on his nightstand, looking at her in confusion. “Why not?”

“You declared that I only do things on my terms, right? Well, these are my terms.” Daphne pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You really want Ron and Seamus to walk in on me balls deep in you?”

“I don’t mind them getting a show as long as your ex gets to watch.”

Harry paused. Ex? Then it struck him. “You really think Lavender is in Dean’s bed right now?”

“Tracey says they sleep together most nights. I trust her gossip.”

Harry shook his head and chuckled, slowly climbing into bed. He pulled her back into his lap, pressing his lips into her hair. “I think you’re just a teensy bit jealous, kitten.”

“It’s not jealousy.” Daphne ran her nails down his chest, leaving her mark on his skin. “I’m just going to show her I’m better than her in every way and that she shouldn’t even think about looking at you ever again.”

Harry hissed at the sudden sting, his cock twitching at her words.

Why the fuck do I find her possessiveness so hot?

“I never dated her.”

I never loved her.

“Do you have a collar in that chest of curiosities?” Daphne asked, leaning into his chest. She closed her eyes and focused on his heartbeat, enjoying his hands roaming over her body, claiming it as his.

“Every collar is unique, princess. If you do want me to collar you, I’ll order one from a catalog that I do have in that chest,” Harry explained, his fingers sinking into the softness of her ass cheeks. She groaned, gently arching her back to push them further into his hands. “But… I do have a really basic one in there.”

“Do you want to…” She paused. She had a more fundamental question to ask first. “Do you want to be my daddy?” Daphne asked, showing vulnerability for the first time in her life. “It’s okay if you want a more casual arrangement. I’m not going to force you into anything. I just… I need to know,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

“Are you ready for me to be your daddy?” Harry asked, flipping her question on its head.

They were both afraid to take the first step, it seemed. One of them would have to take a leap of faith.

Daphne, trusting her mother’s advice for the first time in her life, decided to do exactly that. “I… I like you, Harry. I like you,” she repeated, her heart hammering in her chest. “I’ve spent the last four years watching men use and discard women in my House. Malfoy treats Parkinson like she’s his servant and she lets him. I’m not her. I’m not going to live on scraps of your attention and affection while you search for a better match.” Her entire body was shaking with repressed tension and fears, but she forced herself to continue. “If you want a cute fuckbuddy with no complicated emotions involved, you better hit up Lavender again. That’s not me. That’ll never be me. I’ll be difficult and annoying and there might be days you’ll wish you never met me. I… I don’t know what I can give you. I’m not great at sex like your exes. I don’t even know what most of my kinks are. Half your House hates you for dating me. Your best friend won’t even talk to you. Maybe everyone is right. Maybe we shouldn’t be together,” she rambled, the dam of emotions she had bottled up for so long finally breaking.

Harry silently turned her, pushing her up against the headboard of his bed.

“Harry?” Daphne squeaked. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she didn’t need to. He was obviously grabbing her clothes and his cloak so he could kick her out of his bed.

Her eyes widened when he pushed a band of leather around her neck, his hands shifting to grab its two ends and pull them tight. She gasped, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe.

Harry loosened the grip. The band didn’t constrict her air anymore, but she could feel it rubbing against her skin, feel its weight around her neck. It was strangely comforting.

“Better?”

Daphne nodded as best she could.

Harry buckled the simple black leather collar in place before grabbing her ponytail and pulling her flush against his bare chest.

His hand pushed her legs apart and moved in between her thighs, his palm resting flat against her wet slit. His other hand grabbed her breast, slowly massaging the creamy mound, already so full and heavy.

“H-Harry!” Daphne moaned, her nipples quickly stiffening into stiff pink nubs.

“I want you to get one thing into that overly anxious head, Greengrass,” Harry growled. His tone was authoritative and demanding, something he had never used with her before. “Your disobedient, annoying, sassy ass is mine,” Harry whispered, pulling his hand away from her slit.

SMACK!

He spanked her pussy hard. Daphne groaned, biting her lower lip to stifle the sound.

“This is mine. I can’t imagine my life without you,” he whispered, pushing a finger inside her. “Who’s my perfect princess?”

“I am, daddy,” Daphne whimpered. A small trickle of milk leaked out of her rock-hard nipples, the girl aroused beyond reason. Harry as a sweet boyfriend had been endearing. He’d been sexy as a rough dominant. But him settling into this new role like he was born for it… that was hot as hell.

“Who’s my jealous and possessive kitten?” Harry picked up the other item he had retrieved from the chest, fixing the large black dildo to the headboard. He grabbed her chin, gently guiding her lips to its bulbous tip. Daphne’s eyes flickered over to him, but she found an expression that told her disobedience would be futile. Caring but rough, understanding but firm, loving but in control… he had transformed into her wet dream in a matter of minutes.

“Open and relax, princess. Since you so kindly refused to cast a silencing charm, we have to look at other ways to ensure we don’t disturb anyone’s sleep, hmm?” Harry cooed, making her swallow inch after inch of the toy. It felt like a real human cock. As she closed her eyes, letting her tongue trace a vein running along its length, she could almost imagine that she was choking on her dominant’s shaft.

She began to gag after the first couple of inches.

“If you need me to stop, hold out your right pinky in the air and rotate it clockwise,” Harry whispered, his hand moving to the back of her head. “Do it now to show you understand.”

Daphne obediently followed his order, showing him she understood what their new non-verbal safe word was.

Satisfied, Harry began to push her further down on the cock, causing her to drool uncontrollably. Saliva leaked out of the corner of her lips and traced its way down her chin in thick trails, finally dripping down to the bed below. She took about half the length of the cock before she raised her pinky, unable to take anymore.

Harry immediately paused, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands to the edge of the headboard. She gripped the edge as hard as she could, instinctively knowing what he wanted from her.

“Don’t move,” Harry ordered, rolling away from her.

“Mhmmmm,” Daphne moaned, curiously watching him dig around in the chest from the corner of her eye.

Harry pulled out a leash, attaching it to the simple iron ring of her temporary collar with a practiced hand. He looped it around his wrist and moved away from her until it was taut. Every small tug on the collar made her bob up and down on the dildo, causing her to give it a blowjob inadvertently.

“Harrhyyyyyy,” Daphne moaned desperately. Her thighs were slick with juices leaking out of her pussy. She wriggled her ass, enticing him to fill her up with his throbbing manhood.

Harry grabbed her thighs with his hands, pulling her body towards him until she was in a position similar to but not quite the same as the ‘doggy style’ she had heard so much about from Tracey. Her hands still gripped the edge of the headboard, her mouth stuffed with the hyper-realistic dildo. Her aching pussy was by now begging to be filled and she spread her legs, letting him get a clear view of the thick trickle of arousal hanging from her puffy lips.

“This is me being your daddy, Daphne,” Harry murmured, wrapping the leash around his right wrist once more. “Is this what you want?”

Was this what she wanted? A life of passion and adventure? A life where she no longer had to pretend to be cold and aloof to protect herself? A life where for once in her damned life, someone cared for her?

“YHES!”

Notes:

So I split the chapter in two. Cause I feel this is the most important chapter for their relationship and I didn't want to rush things. It basically establishes them so the plot can move ahead. Daphne accepts her physical needs and Harry stops denying his emotions with respect to Daphne. The next chapter will be the rest of the night and the beginning of the Second Task. We are also entering complete AU territory from here cause for reasons unknown, it's not just Harry he's after, he's now also after Daphne.