Fantastic Boyfriends and How To Find Them Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Breeding, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Voyeurism, Rough.

“She’s late,” Harry muttered, sounding unusually terse.

“I’m sure it’s alright.” Daphne kicked off her heels under the table and extended her leg, gently massaging his thighs with her foot in an attempt to distract him. “You’re on edge. This isn’t the first time Nymphadora Tonks is late for something. The woman turned up to her own birthday party an hour after it was due to start,” Daphne reminded her boyfriend gently.

“I know.” Harry sighed. He twirled his chair to look out the window. While they were deep underground, the enchantments weaved into the Ministry building meant that the view outside his window always reflected his mood.

Today it was dark and stormy, with gray clouds rolling across the enchanted sky ominously. He hadn’t been this worried since Voldemort’s defeat. Even now, he wasn’t concerned about himself and would have been entirely unworried had it just been him, Hermione, and Ron. Even Neville and Luna could take care of themselves. They were all warriors, forged in the fires of war, right by his side.

It was Daphne he was most scared for. And Tonks. His godson had already lost a father, he had no desire to be the reason Teddy lost his mother too.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Tonks exclaimed in her usual flamboyant style as she burst into his office, balancing her turquoise-haired son on her hip. She had a bag slung over her free shoulder with the teat of a bottle poking out over its rim. “Bill and his team are over at my apartment strengthening the wards and Teddy got it in his mind to touch every lethal artifact they brought with them. The Ministry should get a daycare. I think I’ll bug my old partner till he agrees.”

Harry chuckled, trying to imagine Kingsley’s face when that particular proposal was put in front of him. At least it was practical, unlike Tracey’s idea of building a statue of Voldemort’s butt that farted every time people walked by it.

Teddy babbled happily, his hair turning a vivid shade of green at the sight of his godfather.

“Your mother wasn’t around to watch him?”

“She’s gone to meet her sister. Trying to find out if Malfoy had something to do with all this. Wouldn’t surprise me if that slippery bugger is behind the prison break.”

“If he had the resources to pull this off, why not spring himself free from prison?” Harry challenged with a raised eyebrow.

“Plausible deniability? He’s safe and cozy in the new and improved Azkaban while his cronies fuck up our lives.”

Harry shrugged. “Sounds insane but there’s a strange logic to it. We’ll put it up on the theory board. Do you think Teddy will manage to make it through the entire meeting?”

Harry loved his godson, but a quiet kid he was not.

“I’ll watch him,” Daphne offered, extending her arms in Tonks’ direction.

“You sure?” Harry asked dubiously. His girlfriend had never struck him as the maternal sort.

“Yep.” Daphne shrugged. “It’s not like you need an expert magizoologist in this meeting. I don’t know anything about prisons or tracking escaped smugglers.” She wrapped her arms around Teddy, gently transferring her from his mother’s grasp to her own. “Besides, dragons, babies, what’s the difference?”

“There’s… there’s a fair bit of difference honey but I admire the enthusiasm,” Tonks said with a chuckle, watching her son settle happily in Daphne’s arms.

“No there isn’t,” Daphne cooed, playfully bopping Teddy’s nose with her own. “You’re a little dragon, aren’t you? Yes, you are. Give your auntie Daphne a little roar.” She grinned when Teddy smiled, the one tooth that was poking through his gums on full display. Magical creatures and babies, as long as they were fed, rested, and comfortable, they were both happy. If you did something wrong, they didn’t shy away from making their displeasure known. Unlike humans with their complex social habits and intricacies, they made sense. Daphne got them.

And by and large, they got Daphne.

“We should be back in an hour, will that be okay?” Harry got up from his chair, kissing first Daphne’s forehead and then Teddy’s.

“Perfectly. Go have your boring meeting. We’ll have fun in this big, comfy office, won’t we Teddy?” Daphne asked, teaching the young boy how to flap his chubby arms in imitation of wings.

“If I were you I’d be careful bossman,” Tonks whispered with a smirk as they walked out of his office together. “She’s going to get baby fever.”

Harry blinked. “Baby what now?”

“Baby fever. This is the third time she’s babysat for me, you know? And she looks like she really enjoys it. Any more and she’s gonna want one of her own,” Tonks explained as they walked through the long hallway that connected his office to the big conference hall they used for briefings.

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Oh, yes it is. Your girlfriend is currently with an enchanting baby and she’s only with him long enough to see the cute moments. Not the poopy, stinky, sleepless moments. Pretty soon she’s going to want one of her own. And when she does, the poopy and stinky moments won’t matter one bit because it’ll be her gorgeous, adorable baby and she’ll love it with her entire being. Trust me, I speak from experience.”

“Daphne doesn’t want a baby,” Harry snorted disbelievingly. “She wants to chase a Demiguise in the forests of Indonesia.”

“Any reason she can’t want and have both, bossman?”

“You didn’t let me finish.” Harry raised a shushing finger. “I’d be a terrible father. My parental influences growing up were Vernon and Petunia Dursley. I have no idea what normal parenthood looks like. Like Sirius, I’m best suited to be a cool godfather who buys his godson stylish leather jackets and teaches him how to chat up the ladies.”

“Your godson is two, Harry. The only lady he’s chatting up is his mother,” Tonks rolled her eyes. She was prevented from knocking some sense into her friend by Harry pushing open the door to the briefing room and walking into the room full of Aurors.

Terrible father, Tonks thought, rolling her eyes behind Harry’s back. You and Daphne would be the best friggin parents a child could ask for.

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They returned to his office nearly two hours later, only to find Daphne on all fours being chased by a giggling Teddy.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked, a fond smile on his face.

Daphne looked up, pushing a stray strand of her golden hair away from her face. “Teddy’s a dragon and I’m the poor girl he’s chasing because he’s hungry,” Daphne replied, rolling onto her back and sinking into the soft, thick carpet that covered Harry’s office with a tired sigh.

Teddy giggled and let loose an adorable rawr.

“Well, it’s time for this dragon to go to bed. I’ll drop him off at his grandmother’s and see if she got any leads from Narcissa,” Tonks said, scooping Teddy up in his arms. He immediately started squirming and straining in Daphne’s direction. “You want to hit the store tonight? See if we can get any information from the owner? Or if you want to go the flashy route we send in the Enforcement Divsion to grab the guy. But they don’t have anything to charge him with and there’s zero chance he shares anything useful without the threat of an arrest. Plus, you know how prissy Rufus gets when we use his guys for ‘our spy shit’.”

“What store?” Daphne asked. She sat up, gently massaging her sore knees.

“Glorpin’s Potions. It’s a store in Knockturn next to Borgin and Burke’s and is-”

“The biggest smuggler of exotic and banned potions and ingredients in Britain,” Daphne finished, looking up at her boyfriend with a faint blush coating her cheeks. “Greengrass Potions has occasionally had… dealings with them.”

“Dealings?” Tonks asked with a raised eyebrow. She picked up her bag with her free hand and slung it over her shoulder, noting with satisfaction that Daphne had already fed Teddy.

“You know…” Daphne mumbled, squirming uncomfortably. She looked at Harry with big beseeching eyes, her gray orbs begging him to save her.

“Stop busting Daphne’s balls Tonks,” Harry muttered, kissing his godson goodbye. “You’re well aware of our deal with Greengrass Potions and why we turn a blind eye to their… questionable activities.”

“What can you tell us about the joint?” Tonks asked, gently rocking Teddy in her arms to lull him to sleep.

“Nothing more than what I already told you. I’m not involved in the family business. It never interested me.” Daphne stood and shrugged. “My sister manages it now that Papa has retired.”

“Guess we’re paying your sister a visit, princess.”

“Lovely,” Daphne muttered, all traces of joy vanishing from her voice.

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Greengrass Manor

“You grew up here?” Harry whispered, looking around at the palatial entrance of the mansion they were in.

Daphne nodded. “Hated every second of it. This place is a museum and a mausoleum, not a home. No wonder Mum and Papa ran off to our small beachside cottage in Cornwall at the first available opportunity.”

“Why doesn’t your sister get a flat or something in London? It’ll probably be easier to manage the business from there, right? I imagine having visitors and meetings here is a nightmare.” They had to cross three different layers of wards on their way to the main building. It had taken them nearly half an hour to walk up the driveway to the front door.

“It wouldn’t be the proper thing to do, would it?” Daphne muttered under her breath. “I’m the disappointment and she’s the good kid, Harry. That’s how it works in our family. And the good kid doesn’t abandon the family home to slum it in a London flat.”

“The good kid?” Harry asked dubiously. He had spent time with his girlfriend’s sister at the Ministry’s Yule Ball and found her to be stiff and far too formal for his liking.

“The proper Pureblood lady. While I was wrestling with a niffler in the mud and getting scraped knees she learned to play the piano. While I pined after an idiot Gryffindor-” Daphne looped her arm through his and rested her head on his shoulder. “She… she did the right thing and courted a suitable husband. She took over the family business, and I ran off to Europe. Trust me, my extended family might not say they have favorites out loud… but everyone knows she’s theirs.”

“Mistress will see you now.” The tiny elf with big purple eyes who had opened the door for them emerged from the living room and bowed to Harry and Daphne, ushering them into a room that was half the size of their apartment. An elaborate spread of food, tea, and other beverages was laid out on an enormous table of polished oak, and around it were arranged large black leather couches. A fire flickered merrily behind the ornate grill close to the sofas, filling the room with warmth.

“Daphne.”

The short, dark-haired woman seated on the lone armchair in the room set her cup down on the table and got up. She smiled politely at the couple as she smoothed her dress before gesturing to the multitude of empty sofas.

“Astoria,” Daphne said, smiling stiffly.

“Please, sit.” Astoria patted the couch closest to her. “I thought I could tempt you with a spot of tea. It’s so rare for you to pry yourself away from your precious animals to come and visit family. Mum and Papa miss you terribly, you know?”

Daphne sighed. You don’t miss a single opportunity to sneak a jab in, do you?

“I’m going to go meet them soon,” Daphne replied, squeezing Harry’s hand. She knew his protective instincts would kick in sooner or later, but she also knew that if they wanted any useful information out of her sister, they had to play her game.

The joke’s on you, gentle humiliation turns me on. I’m trying to get Harry to do it more often.

If she was a kid, she’d have stuck her tongue out at her sister. But she wasn’t, so she didn’t. Instead, she smiled politely, in a way that she knew her sister would approve. The proper Pureblood way, a smile that showed no happiness or joy. A mere social obligation.

“Moving in with Harry basically took up the last six months of my life. It’s hard getting a house up and running. Plus I still haven’t finished my manuscript and I’m staring down at a hard deadline.”

“And how is living in sin? Exciting?” Astoria asked, pouring them cups of hot tea. They both declined offers of cream and sugar and picked up their cups, sipping on the steaming liquid awkwardly. “You two are the talk of the town. The Greengrass heiress dating none other than Harry Potter himself.”

Harry glanced at Daphne in confusion. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and squeezed his hand again, silently signaling to him to let her handle everything. Harry nodded and turned his attention to the spread in front of him, plucking a warm, freshly-buttered croissant from a tray to go with his tea.

“You should try it, sister. Give it a go to see how marriage feels,” Daphne shot back.

“I think I’ll wait for marriage proper. Mother’s already disappointed she won’t get to organize your wedding, we mustn’t completely break her heart by taking away mine too.”

You little brat. You act like I eloped.

Daphne shoved her anger deep inside her. They were on a mission. She’d let her sister have a piece of her mind some other day.

“Of course. I’m sure Mum’s thrilled to organize your wedding.” In truth, their mother had privately confided to Daphne that she despised her younger daughter’s choice of a husband. Daphne understood that on some level Astoria knew it too, or she wouldn’t go so out of her way to attack her sister’s relationship. “But as much as I’d love to stay here and talk more about your upcoming nuptials, we’re unfortunately here on official business.” Daphne discreetly elbowed her boyfriend.

Harry coughed and set his cup down on the table. “R-right,” he stammered, quickly recovering his bearings. Astoria’s judgmental stare had no effect on him. He had grown up tolerating similar looks from his Aunt and Uncle, not to mention Dudley and all his friends. “We need your help.”

“Ahh. For your formal introduction to society? It’s been nearly a year after all. The proper time to do it is a month or two into a courtship. Perhaps I can hold a Ball in your honor?”

“Actually we’re going to wait two years instead of two months,” Harry said before Daphne could speak. “It’s a Potter family tradition.”

“So why are you here?”

“We need your help with Glorpin’s Potions. Daphne tells me you have a relationship with its owner.”

“I sometimes rely on him to acquire certain hard-to-find ingredients for me. Only if I’ve exhausted all other options. I don’t like him. He’s not a very pleasant man,” Astoria admitted shamelessly. She knew Harry would do nothing about the admission, not if he wanted their special arrangement to continue.

“We need information about a group of smugglers who supply him with ingredients.”

“Why don’t I just floo him and ask him to hand over the names and safe houses of all his suppliers?”

“That would be great actually,” Harry said, completely missing the sarcasm lacing the younger Greengrass’ voice.

“She’s not going to do that Harry,” Daphne said with a sigh.

Astoria looked at Harry condescendingly. “Really thought your time with the Aurors would have sharpened you up a little, Potter. But no, you’re still the oblivious boy my sister had a crush on.” She rolled her eyes and leaned back into her armchair. “She’s right. I’m not going to do that. I won’t jeopardize my business by unnecessarily poking my nose in his.”

“So you won’t help us.”

“Merlin, you’re dense.” Astoria shook her head. “I didn’t say that, did I? Look, his biggest customer base is Pureblood couples going to him for very specific problems. Problems that require potions and salves made from… shall we say less than legal ingredients. That’s your in.”

Harry nodded. While their family dynamic had gone completely over his head, operational details of a plan; that he understood. “You want whoever it is that goes to investigate to pose as a Pureblood couple-”

“Someone from outside the country. Trust me when I say he knows just about every couple in Britain by now. He reads the tabloids devoutly. Always on the lookout for more customers.” There was a hint of admiration in Astoria’s voice.

“Right. And we line his pockets and gain his trust while digging for the information we need.”

“Guess you’re not as dumb as I thought, Potter. That’s the general gist of the idea. He’ll do just about anything to keep a high-spending couple happy.”

Harry slumped back into the couch, the gears turning in his head. “Even let them meet his suppliers? We could express doubt that the ingredients he’s using in his potions are genuine and demand a meeting with the people who supply them to confirm. Pay him a handsome supplementary fee for his efforts.”

“Once he’s established trust with a customer he’ll sell them his own mother for the right price. So yes, there’s definitely a possibility he’d agree to that. The tricky part will be getting him to trust you. Simply throwing money at him won’t do the trick. The perverted bastard is a greedy pig, but he’s not dumb.”

“Those men specifically targeted baby dragons, right?” Harry turned to Daphne. “Why? What part of a baby dragon is used in potions?”

Astoria chuckled when Daphne went pink. Her older sister seemed unable to answer, so she stepped in. “Unlike heartstring which is stronger the older it is and thus extracted from dead dragons… in a certain type of potion younger dragons are preferred. To be more precise, their bones are pulverized to a fine powder and added to the potion to increase their potency. Extremely illegal, but for the right price…”

“What kind of potion?” He could pose as a buyer. Buy out the man’s entire stock at double the price if need be. They’d conduct surveillance for a week (as was standard) before he’d return claiming the potions didn’t work and demand to meet his suppliers.

Harry picked up his cup and sipped, satisfied that he had the beginnings of a plan. He’d sit with Tonks and Roper and refine it further over dinner. “What kind of potion are they used in?” he asked again.

“A very potent fertility salve.”

Harry choked, nearly spraying the table in front of him with tea. Daphne gently thumped his back, glaring at her sister who seemed to be enjoying the scene in front of her immensely.

“Go alone, and he won’t trust you. None of his customers are individuals. Not for that particular salve. You’ll need to pose as one half of a couple. I doubt my sister could pull something like this off,” Astoria said dismissively. “Take your mistress with you.”

“I don’t have a mistress,” Harry said, his throat burning.

“You don’t?” Astoria turned to Daphne with a look that conveyed her surprise at her sister’s choice of mate. Harry Potter was completely unlike the rich and powerful men she was used to. “I thought you were seeing Nymphadora Tonks.”

“We’re just partners. Why would I see someone else if I have Daphne?” Harry asked, pulling his quiet girlfriend closer.

It was Astoria’s turn to be floored. “Uh… I guess you have a point,” she muttered, losing her composure for a brief second. “Well, you’ll need to figure out who you’re taking because you’ll need to pull off a very convincing act to fool Theodore Glorpin. I’ve heard he tests couples he’s suspicious of.”

“What kind of test?” Daphne asked, staring at her sister. She held Astoria’s gaze, no trace of her usual shyness visible.

Harry’s mine and I am his. Nothing will change that, not even your thinly disguised attempts to reduce me to just another proper Pureblood wife.

“I heard he has a private room where couples are made to test the product they’re ordering. The entire space is warded with spying runes and charms. If they pass, well, they pass. If they don’t… I don’t know what happens but I can assure you that you don’t want to find out. Guess how you’ll be asked to test a fertility salve, dear sister.”

“I can do it.” Daphne turned to Harry, her eyes blazing with determination. She shoved her fear and self-doubt to the back of her mind. For Harry and her precious dragons, she could do anything. Even this. “I can do this,” she repeated. “You don’t need to send anyone else, we’ll pose as the couple.”

“The most recognizable man on the island waltzing into Knockturn. That should go well,” Astoria said dryly.

“We have an entire shelf in our stockroom dedicated to random polyjuice disguises. Daphne and I won’t go as our own selves, of course. But, darling, are you sure? Given our experience with the smugglers, we’d be best suited for this, but you don’t have to-”

“I do. And I can.” Daphne nodded firmly.

“Sister, you couldn’t even kiss him in front of your family. How do you plan to fuck him while a perverted stranger watches?”

Daphne sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, her sister had a point.

I’m not sure I can. She knew how much Harry wanted to take her to Club Black, to show off his perfect princess. She had always chickened out at the last minute, and that had been a situation where they’d be surrounded by friendly faces. The thought of what lay ahead was equal parts terrifying and mortifying.

But I’ll be damned if I let my dragons and Harry down because I’m a prude. She could see Harry did not want to delegate the mission to someone else, and there was no way in hell she was going to let anyone else pretend to be his wife much less sleep with him.

She locked eyes with her sister and leaned in, gently brushing her lips against Harry’s for a chaste kiss. “We’re going. I’m ready for whatever the mission requires.”

---

She was not.

But in all fairness, they’d quickly find out that he wasn’t either.

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The Next Day:

“I’m not putting that green goop on my dick, Daphne!” Harry hissed vehemently.

They were standing in a small room in the back of Glorpin’s Potions, disguised as a tall thin man with mousy brown hair and his wife, a short, dark-haired woman with pale blue eyes with the help of powerful glamor charms. Their in-house Potioneer had refused to provide them with Polyjuice, pointing out that mixing it with whatever potion or salve they’d have to test in the shop would undoubtedly lead to unpredictable side effects. And so they’d had to settle for powerful charms weaved in by the most talented illusionist the Department had on hand. They still looked like their own selves to each other, but to everyone else, they were a couple from Germany that had traveled to Britain in search of the solution to a very particular problem. It helped that they’d both picked up rudimentary German over the course of their travels the year before.

Theodore Glorpin had modeled the backroom of his store into a tacky bedroom, adding velvet couches, a large bed with cheap satin sheets, and a record player that played cringey love songs from Tattletales, a band that had been popular in Magical Britain back when their parents attended Hogwarts.

“It’s a salve,” Daphne pointed out. She dipped her fingers in the jar, smearing them with a thick layer of the green paste. “Don’t you want a baby?”

“We’re not here to make a baby,” Harry pointed out, staring at the jar of paste in Daphne’s hands dubiously. They were there to get information and had somehow ended up playing a Pureblood couple in desperate need of an heir. He knew how that had happened (he’d lived through it after all), but why they were continuing the farce… that part he sadly did not understand.

“You heard what my sister said,” Daphne whispered, her voice barely audible over the romantic dirge blaring through the record player. “The creepy man is going to spy on us. He spies on all the new customers that come to his store without a written referral.”

“He can’t hear us even if he has used charms specifically to cancel out the music,” Harry murmured, not sure why they weren’t speaking normally. He had to remind himself that his girlfriend was just that. His girlfriend, and not a trained operative. Things would be different with her than with his usual partners, but since he wasn’t in any hurry to kiss Dawlish, he was more than happy for his actual girlfriend to pretend to be his wife. “I used a nice bit of trickery from the line of products George developed for Aurors.” Harry nodded to the thin film he had fixed over the mouth of the record player’s speaker.

“What if he has other ways of spying on us?” Daphne pointed out.

As much as he hated the thought of it, Harry couldn’t fault her logic. If his visit to St. Mungo’s after the last mishap with a potion that had also (unfortunately) involved his dick had taught him anything, it was that there were a million different ways to check for and assess for activities of a more… sensual nature. The jar containing the salve was probably charmed as well, meaning there was no possibility of simply vanishing the paste and claiming they had used it.

Harry sighed, defeated.

“You know what happened the last time I took a potion that did something to-” He gestured at his crotch before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt.

Daphne cocked her head, giving him a look that clearly said, You know I’m on the receiving end of it every night, don’t you?

“I mean you do know, but-” Harry was grasping at straws and he knew it. “What if it works and I actually knock you up?!”

“One, the salve isn’t for you. It’s for me. You’re just the… delivery system,” Daphne mumbled, her cheeks burning.

“Oh, I’m a delivery system, am I? Am I any good?” Harry asked teasingly. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest, his hands gently tracing her curves in an effort to get her to forget all about babies.

“The best,” Daphne giggled, squirming to get free. It was of no use, not when her heart wasn’t in it. He usually respected her shyness about PDA, but Daphne secretly knew that he could grab her chin and snog her silly wherever and whenever he wanted and she would have no desire to stop him.

“And two, this salve is very legitimate. I did my research last night and while its ingredients are despicable, to say the least, the end product is remarkably effective.”

“So we actually… we will-” Harry spluttered, only for Daphne to cut him off with another amused giggle.

“No, darling.” She gently smacked his chest. “I’m on the potion, remember? Couldn’t find a single reference anywhere of it nullifying the effects of the potion. I won’t be getting pregnant today. We’ll just smear it on you, he’ll think we did the deed and give us the month’s supply we’re asking for. You do your spying and investigating and we’ll come back a month later, declare it's not working, and accuse him of selling us counterfeit goods. And voila, you get him to take us to his suppliers,” Daphne recounted the plan he and Tonks had devised with surprising clarity.

She’d make a good Auror, Harry thought, looking at his girlfriend approvingly.

“Alright.” He sighed, tugging his shirt free from his trousers. He pulled out his wand and held it firmly in one hand, his ears and other senses alert for any sign of trouble while his eyes focused on Daphne. Like all amateurs, she had been swept away by the excitement of the mission and was completely blind to the danger, while Harry knew that if things went south it was very likely they’d end up chopped into tiny pieces and tossed into one of the many cauldrons bubbling away in the room adjoining the one they were in. “Let’s get this over with.” He unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and wriggled out of them, letting Daphne take care of his boxers and what came next.

Daphne stared at him with wide eyes, in complete awe of his confidence and his commitment to the mission. It had taken her six months to gather the courage to dress in a flimsy tank top and skinny jeans to seduce him and here he was, getting naked without a second thought. And they’d been alone in the forests of Germany, not in a strange room surrounded by spyware.

“Daphne?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes flickered up to him and he nodded to his boxers. She blushed and nodded, reaching out with her clean hand to gently pull them down his legs. She wondered if there was a potion that would transfer some of his confidence and social skills to her. He was the one actually getting naked and she was the one feeling the embarrassment.

And yet, the situation they were in was oddly exciting once she got over her initial fears. She knew she was in no real danger, not when she was with Harry. He’d spent an entire year helping her with magical creatures, now was her chance to see the kind of life he led when he was off saving the world.

“Do you do this often?” Daphne asked quietly. She tried not to think too hard about what she was doing, keeping her eyes fixed on his broad chest while she wrapped her hands around his slowly growing erection and massaged the salve onto his skin.

“Have a gorgeous girl rub strange things on my cock in the back of a dodgy shop?” Harry asked with a crooked smirk. “I wish. Missions are mostly eating Chinese takeout and tolerating Tonks crooning to whatever Weird Sisters song she’s in love with that particular week while we follow a bad guy and wait for him to do, well, bad things.”

“I really thought there’d be more kicking down doors and quippy one-liners involved,” Daphne grinned, his calmness rubbing off on her.

“Eh, that’s more the style of Enforcement Division. Aurors tend to prefer to be more subtle. Moody loved to say a good Auror was an unremarkable one. Your chances of staying alive are much higher if no one gives you a second glance.”

“None of that applies to you,” Daphne pointed out with a small frown.

“Which is why I was on protection duty all of last year and now I have a desk job.”

“Do you resent it?”

“Resent what?”

“Me asking you to accept that promotion?”

Harry smiled. “Getting to come home to you every evening is more exciting than any mission I could think of,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He hissed quietly as the back of her hand brushed against his sensitive tip, his precum smearing on her skin.

“All done?” Harry asked, glancing down at his crotch. His entire length was slathered with the salve and the jar was nearly empty.

Daphne didn’t answer. She froze suddenly, her hands still wrapped around his throbbing cock. Harry groaned at the sudden lack of stimulation, his eyes shifting to look at her to see why she had stopped her massage.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Harry asked teasingly, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear with the hand that still grasped his wand.

“I-I saw a sneakoscope for a brief second. In the wall behind you. I think he’s watching us,” Daphne stammered, breathing heavily.

Harry resisted the urge to turn around and look, his training kicking in. “He probably got suspicious when he couldn’t hear us. I’m pretty sure he’s wondering why I’m pantsless but still have my wand gripped in my hand now.” Harry cast a discreet Revelio, confirming his suspicions. Theodore Glorpin was in the room next to theirs, and he was not alone. “Yep. He’s definitely suspicious.”

“What do we do now?!” Daphne asked, panicking.

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” Harry grabbed her chin, tilting her head up for a bruising kiss. Daphne moaned against his lips, her breathing slowing down even as her heartbeat sped up. “Your big bad Auror will keep you safe. Okay?”

“Mhm.” Daphne nodded, sighing dreamily. She watched Harry tug his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor, leaving him completely naked. Glorpin probably had an amazing view of his perfect ass. A twinge of jealousy poked through the fear and lust clouding Daphne’s mind.

Harry turned her around and guided her to the grimy bed, trapping her between the bed frame and his own body. He made sure his wand was easily accessible by pushing it into the neat bun she had secured her gorgeous golden hair in.

“W-what are you doing, Harry?” Daphne stammered. She shyly pushed back into his chest, trying to get his large, naked frame to completely cover her own.

“Breeding you,” Harry answered simply. His confidence grew with every passing second. They were on his turf now. Kink and risky plans? That was his bread and butter. They weren’t starting a family. He was just breeding his girlfriend, he reasoned with himself. “Or well, that’s what the pervert that runs this joint will think. It’s just playing a part,” Harry explained, his voice soft and reassuring.

“Y-you sound like you’ve done this before,” Daphne mumbled, still on the verge of a panic attack.

“Played a part? Sure.”

“R-recently?”

“Not since I met you. If a case required it I delegated. Close your eyes, pumpkin. Concentrate on my voice and my voice only.”

Daphne obeyed his orders blindly. Her eyes fluttered shut, the hammering in her chest gradually slowing down as she concentrated on his steady breathing. Her big bad Auror boyfriend had a plan and she would play her part, even if the idea of it terrified her.

“But b-before you met me you did?”

“A couple of times.”

“With whom?!”

“Tricia.”

“Cothman?! The one with the big… personality?”

Harry roughly tugged the straps of her dress and the clear bra straps that lay underneath them down her shoulders, pulling them down to her waist. Daphne moaned quietly as her heavy breasts sprung free.

“Her personality is nothing to talk about. Your personality on the other hand… now that has me captivated. It’s exquisite,” Harry whispered, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he lazily massaged her creamy mounds.

“S-sir-”

“Eyes closed,” Harry cut her off with an order, already anticipating what she was about to do.

Daphne squeezed her eyes shut, her face red with embarrassment at the idea of an audience. Not that it mattered. The men could only see their disguises. The anonymity made a potentially unacceptable situation for the shy girl very thrilling.

She was trying very hard to ignore how good his throbbing manhood grinding against her increasingly wet core felt in an attempt to hold onto her last shred of self-control, not that it was working.

“W-what if they’re still watching?” Daphne mumbled, denying both to herself and to him how much the idea turned her on. She’d probably never like someone intruding on them when they were their true selves, but the thought of just being an anonymous man and woman fucking for an audience…

A trickle of wetness dripped out of her pussy.

“They probably only started watching because they couldn’t hear us and suspected something was wrong.”

“C-can you let them hear instead? I’d prefer that,” Daphne requested shyly.

Harry chuckled and nodded against her bare shoulder. Her yellow sundress was bunched up around her waist and still covered her most intimate area but the rest of her body and all of Harry’s was on full display.

“You’d rather they hear you be my good little breedslut?” Harry teased, his calloused thumb tracing the slick petals that guarded her womanhood. Daphne shivered in his arms as his nail scraped against her soft, sensitive skin, an inadvertent moan escaping her lips.

“Your choice,” Harry whispered teasingly, pushing away the enchanted parchment that covered the speaker of the record player with a simple bit of wandless magic. There was no guarantee that they’d stop watching but at least the move would lessen the man’s suspicion. Harry was sure he’d rationalize the initial static as a glitch in the listening wards now that he could hear the couple.

“Remember, no names,” Harry whispered, his lips inches from her ear. His hot breath tickled her skin. She nodded, biting her lower lip to stifle the moan building up in her throat.

“Y-yes sir,” Daphne moaned quietly. A familiar haze had settled over her mind, dampening her senses. The world outside ceased to exist. Her entire attention was focused on his hands roaming her body and the sound of his husky voice setting her imagination on fire.

His body largely hid hers from view but there would be no hiding what they were about to do and zero chance of muffling the ever louder moans falling from Daphne’s lips. Which was just as well, because they were performing for an audience.

Harry had no intention of being in an exposed and vulnerable position for too long. He kicked Daphne’s legs apart, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her keep her balance. “Mine,” Harry growled, impaling her tight pussy with one firm thrust.

“YOURS!” Daphne screamed, her legs trembling violently. She’d have fallen over had it not been for Harry’s arms snaking around her body, keeping her upright.

She’d never get used to his raw primal energy in bed. He was pistoning in and out of her slick core with enough force to make the entire bed frame rattle, his length effortlessly pushing past the meek resistance offered by her fluttering walls.

“I’m going to fill your womb with my seed,” Harry growled, slowly slipping into the part he was playing. His fingers closed around a pebbled nipple, tugging on it gently.

“A-Ah! Yes! Yes!” Daphne panted. She shrieked when his fingers found her clit, the man’s calloused digits roughly massaging her sensitive nub. “SIR!”

“You have baby fever, don’t you?” Daphne moaned loudly, thick rivulets of her juices streaming down her legs, soaking her stockings and heels and forming a tiny puddle between her feet. “What do you want, Daphne?” Harry asked in a low growl, doing his best to help her forget where she was.

“A BABY!” Daphne screamed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his tip brushed against her G-Spot on its way to plunge deep into her belly. She could feel it right up against her womb, and knew what was to come. “I want a baby! I want my belly to swell with your heir!”

“Good girl,” Harry murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His teeth sank into her flawless alabaster skin right over her pulse point, leaving a large hickey in his wake.

“Are you going to cum for me, darling? I’m only going to cum if you do,” Harry coaxed, forcing himself to stay alert. There would be a time and a place for his pleasure. This was neither. He increased the pace of his thrusting, furiously pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. His finger tugged and twisted her clit every few seconds, sending jolts of pain up her spine.

“HAAAAR-”

Harry stuffed his fingers in her mouth before she could scream out his name.

Daphne was too far into Subspace to notice she had done anything wrong and happily sucked on the digits, her wanton moans now muffled.

“I can’t wait for your breasts to get heavy and swollen and oh-so tender,” Harry whispered, slowly twisting the rosy peak he had pinched. Her creamy mounds quivered with every shuddering breath and Harry watched the gentle sway of her breasts with enraptured eyes.

Daphne was completely out of it, moaning and drooling around his fingers as each and every coherent thought was fucked out of her. The tension coiling in the pit of her belly was ready to explode and yet her body stubbornly held on, determined to claim its prize before she tumbled over the edge. Her walls fluttered around Harry’s shaft, clamping down on his length with every thrust in an effort to milk him for his seed. He was close too. She could feel it.

“Who’s my good little breedslut?”

“I AM!” Daphne screamed around his fingers. Her mind went gloriously blank as she squirted, coating his cock with her juices. Her arousal drenched his legs and her own, with a part of it even soaking the bed frame she was pressed against.

Harry kept thrusting for as long as he could, trying to ignore how good the soft embrace of her velvet walls clamping down on his shaft felt. It was a losing battle, however, and Harry plunged deep inside her, groaning into her shoulder as he exploded.

He kept himself sheathed inside her, filling her up with ropes of warm, thick seed. Only once he was done did he reluctantly pull out of her, chuckling at the disappointed whine that escaped her lips.

“Later, princess,” Harry whispered, kissing her head.

Harry swept the exhausted girl off her feet and gently carried her to the bed, frowning at the scratchy and poor-quality sheets that covered the mattress. If the only thing they took home from this experience was bed bugs…

“What’re you doing?” Daphne mumbled, struggling to stay awake.

“Selling the part.” He set her down on the bed and plucked his wand free from her now messy bun. He grabbed her ankles, bending her legs at the waist and gently pulling them up towards her head. “You desperately want a baby. Can’t walk around with my cum leaking out of you, can you?” he whispered, making her grasp her ankles to hold her legs in place. That was only part of it. He also didn’t want her in the line of fire in case things went south. He had no idea what was waiting for them outside the room, and he had no intention to let Daphne get hurt on his watch. He conjured magical ropes from his wand, binding her wrists and ankles together.

“Good thing a lifetime of chasing after magical creatures has left me so flexible,” she teased, her voice sleepy and slurred. She was now stuck in a mating press, her hips raised up in the air to ensure not a single drop of his seed leaked out of her gaping pussy.

Harry’s cock twitched at the sight of a hint of white peeking through the soft pink flesh and he groaned, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her to grab his clothes. Even then, he couldn’t resist a playful spank to her pussy as he walked away, chuckling at her helpless moan. He dressed as fast as he could, keeping his wand gripped tightly in his hand. He wasn’t going to risk not having it handy in case it came to a fight and if he was questioned… he’d use the tried and tested Weasley Twins tactic and bullshit his way through it.

“The ropes are just for show,” he whispered, bending close to Daphne under the guise of kissing her forehead. “They’re magical.” He’d learned a neat little trick from a wizard who made a living as a Muggle Escape Artist. “They’re enchanted to fall away if you use your safe word. Do you remember it?” Harry asked, continuing to pepper her sweaty face with kisses.

Daphne nodded, yawning cutely.

It was only sheer self-determination and a constant reminder to himself that they were in danger that stopped him from hopping into bed with her. He pressed his lips against hers, playfully nipping at her lower lip to catch her attention. “Good girl. If I’m not back in ten minutes I want you to use it and climb out the window. Run straight to Tonks. No heroics.”

Daphne’s post-orgasmic bliss evaporated in an instant and her half-lidded eyes flew open, the girl suddenly alert. “But-” she started, her voice hoarse.

“That wasn’t a request, princess,” Harry said sternly, cutting her off before she could say anything. They had limited time and he needed to know she’d be safe before he left to face the music. “The minute I leave you undo the ropes, do up your dress properly and if I’m not back in ten minutes, you make a run for it. Understood?”

Daphne nodded, although Harry could see she was not happy about his order at all.

“I love you,” Harry whispered as he pulled away. He walked out of the door quickly, praying to every power in existence that Theodore Glorpin had bought their little act.

“And I you,” Daphne whispered, watching him leave.

Notes:

I hope you are enjoying the longer chapters, because I certainly am having a blast writing them. Thank you to all the Patrons who voted for Roleplay as the major kink that the next few chapters will be focused on! Harry and Daphne will be in some interesting situations for sure. As for the Aurors, in my mind they're more the MI6 of their world. Handling delicate matters and high level threats, so to speak!