Power Plays Chapter 27 (Patreon)

“Did my lady and Lord Potter have a good evening?” Hobsy asked dutifully as Harry and Daphne landed in the entry hall of Greengrass Manor.

“It was lovely,” Daphne assured Hobsy as kicked off her heels. They vanished in a puff of smoke almost instantly, reappearing seconds later on a neatly-organised rack just inside of a nearby cupboard.

Hobsy hurried to Harry’s side and took his heavy cloak from him. Despite how many times Harry tried to insist that he could put his own cloak away, Hobsy wouldn’t have any of it. She insisted that it was her duty as the Greengrass house-elf to take care of the Lady of the family, and so long as Daphne and Harry were together, it was her duty to take care of him as well.

“Yeah, it was good to see everyone again,” Harry agreed, but something else was plaguing his mind. His talk with Draco had stirred an old memory loose inside of him. 

“My father,” Daphne had told him back before the attack on Rowle Manor. “If you see him, please kill him.”

Harry hadn’t been able to promise her that he would, and he still stood by that decision, but he hadn’t considered how Cyrus’s continued existence somewhere out of sight would torment Astoria and Daphne.

Plus, there was one more person to consider over the matter.

Shuffling footsteps made Harry and Daphne’s head snap up to look at the person coming down the corridor towards them.

“Mother,” Daphne said in a chiding tone. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

“I know, but I just wanted to make sure that you got home safely,” Anastasia Greengrass said in a tired, old voice.

Anastasia and Astoria had been out of the country with Draco and Narcissa when the Death Eater resurgence had taken place. They’d been on vacation, which had extended indefinitely until the night that Harry killed Bellatrix. It was about a week after that when Harry had first met Anastasia at Greengrass Manor.

Despite only being in her early fifties, Anastasia looked like a woman twice that age. Her once golden hair had lost its lustre and faded to a dull, lifeless grey. Her skin was wrinkled and dotted with age spots. She was frail, only wrapped up in an old cloak for warmth, and leaned heavily on a wide-based cane in order to stay up on her feet. 

Even with her aged appearance though, the familial resemblance to Daphne and Astoria was unmistakable. She had Daphne’s brilliant blue eyes, and she had an easygoing smile that reminded Harry so much of Astoria. From the photos he’d seen of her, she had Daphne’s face but with Astoria’s smaller frame. She’d been beautiful then, but now it looked like she was barely clinging to life.

It was the blood malediction curse that caused this. Daphne had explained it to him that one of her ancestors had it placed on them, and it lingered in their bloodline. It only tended to activate every few generations, but they’d been unlucky enough for both Anastasia and Astoria to have it activated in them.

In a flash, Daphne had slung Anastasia’s free arm around her shoulders and let her mum rest against her. “I always come home safe,” Daphne assured her comfortingly. “But I don’t want you walking around the manor when Harry and I aren’t home. What would happen if you fell and we weren’t around to help you?”

“Hobsy could help me back up with her magic,” Anastasia insisted before a coughing fit made her double over at the waist. She hacked up dark phlegm onto the wood floor, and Hobsy vanished it quickly. “Besides, I made it all the way down here by myself didn’t I? And I’m perfectly fine.”

“You’re just as bad as Astoria,” Daphne scowled. “She won’t listen to me either.”

“How is she doing?” Anastasia asked, her face brightening for just a moment.

“She’s fine,” Daphne answered, making no mention of her recent visits to St Mungo’s. “In fact, she thinks Draco’s going to propose soon.”

Anastasia gave a tired smile. “That’d be good for her. I had my doubts about that boy, but at least he’s treated her right.” Then, Anastasia slowly turned her neck to look over at Harry. “Speaking of proposals, when are you going to propose to my daughter?”

Harry smiled good naturedly at her prodding. “We’ve only been together for a little over half of a year.”

“That doesn’t stop the two of you from shagging like rabbits,” Anastasia countered, grinning as Daphne’s cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. “I expect the two of you to be married before you welcome any little ones into the world, but I wouldn’t mind a couple of grandchildren to dote on before I pass on.”

“You’re not passing on anytime soon,” Daphne told her mum sternly, snapping out of her mild embarrassment.

They all knew that wasn’t true. 

The blood curse that infected the Greengrass line was dangerous. It sapped the life and magic out of the individual suffering its effects. Magical maladies that were easily cured by potions suddenly became deadly as the body’s magic was too busy fighting the curse to interact with the potions and make them work. Magic no longer delayed the ageing process, which normally allowed witches and wizards two to three times as long as their muggle counterparts, and the curse actually caused them to age faster. 

Even something as little as a simple fall could be deadly. Anastasia’s magic couldn’t protect her bones or her brain properly anymore. Any injury would be far more serious than it ought to be.

“I know, I know,” Anastasia sighed as she leaned more heavily on Daphne. “I’ve got a few more years left in me.”

“You’re barely fifty; you’ve got more than a few,” Daphne argued, but they all knew that wasn’t likely the case.

Still, Anastasia didn’t challenge her on it, despite how much she liked to argue. After Harry got to know her, he quickly learnt where Daphne got her love of arguing from. It could be over anything as simple as the proper way to butter toast; Anastasia always had an opinion on every matter that came up, and she seemed thrilled to debate with anyone who’d take her up on it. 

“Ooh, deary me,” Anastasia said as another coughing fit wracked her body. “Maybe I should have stayed in bed.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “That’s why you should listen to your clever daughter.”

“Astoria isn’t home,” Anastasia teased Daphne, but Daphne wasn’t listening.

“Can you come help me bring her back upstairs?” Daphne asked Harry.

“Of course,” he replied as he walked over to help. 

This wasn’t the first time Anastasia had needed help getting back to her room, and given the way she loved to roam her home regardless of how she was feeling, it wouldn’t be the last. 

Instead of letting her hobble along while he helped keep her standing, Harry just scooped Anastasia up into his arms. Normally, she had a crass joke ready to go, or she’d tease Daphne about stealing her man away from her, but it was clear that she was too tired for that tonight.

Daphne followed along at Harry’s side, watching over her mother carefully as they headed upstairs. As Anastasia began to doze off in Harry’s arms, Daphne couldn’t hide her concern anymore. She looked at her mother with a look of such deep longing to take away the curse that stifled her life. 

Even though she was the new lady of the household, Daphne hadn’t kicked her mother out of the master bedroom. The expansive chambers were decorated with plants growing all along the walls and in various pots scattered throughout the rooms. Though they once held some of the most prized and rare magical plants, they now held plants that gave off calming aromas that helped make Anastasia more comfortable in her room. 

Harry set Anastasia down on the large canopy bed before Daphne tucked her mum in. Anastasia was out like a light the moment her head hit the pillow.

“She really doesn’t need to meet me at the fireplace every time I go out,” Daphne murmured. “I always come up to see here anyways.”

“She cares about you,” Harry replied just as quietly so as not to disturb Anastasia. He hugged Daphne against his side as they looked down on Anastasia. “I think she’s just scared…”

He trailed off, not wanting to open up an old wound again, but then Daphne leaned down to pick up the sole photograph on Anastasia’s bedside table. It featured a young Anastasia, perhaps a year or two after graduating from Hogwarts, dancing in the arms of her husband, Cyrus.

“I can’t believe she still keeps his pictures around,” Daphne said with an odd tone. Harry could detect the anger in there, both at Cyrus for all that he’d done and at her mum for keeping his memory around, and also a wistfulness that spoke of all of the good times the family had together before they learnt of Cyrus’s misdeeds.

“Even after everything, she still loves the man he was,” Harry said with an awkward grimace. It was hard to sympathise with her when he’d only ever known the man to be a criminal working with the Death Eaters, but he knew that he’d been a kind and doting father too.

“But she’s also scared that he’s going to come back,” Daphne replied with a frustrated sigh. She set the photograph back down. “I don’t know if he’d want to hurt us or just come back to try to be a family again, but I’m never going to let him get close to any of us.”

“I won’t let anything happen either,” Harry said as he kissed the top of her head. “We’ll catch him one day.”

Daphne just nodded, and after another brief glance down at her sleeping mum, she and Harry left the room.

“I should take her to St Mungo’s again soon,” Daphne commented lightly as they walked down the corridors. “She’s getting weaker every day.”

“Does she see the same mediwitches and mediwizards that Astoria does?” Harry asked gently.

“Mm hmm,” Daphne confirmed quietly. “They go to the Janus Thickey Ward since the healers there have treated my family for this curse for generations. I… I should probably go get checked up too.”

“Why?” Harry frowned. “You don’t have the curse.”

“No, but I might pass it on to my children,” Daphne said sadly. 

“Hey, you’re mum said no kids until after we get married,” Harry joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Then, an idea suddenly hit him. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“No,” Daphne assured him quickly. “But… well, we both want kids, don’t we?”

Of course they both did. A few months ago, once they knew for certain that they were both completely committed to each other, they’d talked about their future together. Among other topics, like where they’d live and what they hoped their careers will look like, they’d both made it clear that they wanted kids. Harry thought he’d be happy with two, whereas Daphne seemed to want three or four. They’d compromise on the number eventually.

“If we get married,” Harry nodded.

“What do you mean ‘if’?” Daphne laughed quietly.

“Okay, when we get married,” Harry corrected with a smile.

“I just want to see if there’s any ways to keep our future children safe,” Daphne said, her smile shrinking a bit. “This curse has plagued my family for hundreds of years, and no one’s been able to find a cure yet. But even if there’s a small chance of the healers finding something that could help minimise the risk of our children having the curse activate in them, I want to do everything in my power to make it happen.”

Anastasia was considered lucky among the Greengrass clan to have been able to bear two children. Most women afflicted with the blood malediction didn’t have children at all, and there were only three known cases where they had more than one. 

Being free of the curse was one of the reasons Daphne wanted to have so many kids. It was her duty, she said, to help the family line keep going strong. But with that came the risk of more of their children having the curse take hold in them, and that was a terrifying thought to have. 

“I’d like to be there too,” Harry told Daphne sincerely. “If we’re going to be in this together, then I should do everything I can to help too.”

“You don’t need to do that,” Daphne assured him kindly.

“But I want to,” Harry insisted. “Your burdens are mine too, and I want to be there with you through thick and thin. Even if I can’t help with the curse and I’m just a shoulder that you can lean on, that’ll be good enough for me.”

There was that look in her eyes again. A look of fiery passion, of the knowledge that she made the right choice choosing to be with him, that she wanted to be with him forever.

Suddenly, Harry found his back pressed to the wall as Daphne planted her sweet lips on his. Her kiss was demanding, desperate, heavenly. She pressed her body up against his, letting every one of her soft curves mould to his chiselled flesh. Everything about her screamed that she loved him and wanted him.

Then, Daphne pulled back, sucking in a deep breath of air. “Bedroom,” she said simply with a look that told him there’d be no denying her now that he got her like this.

They ran to Daphne’s bedroom like a couple of giddy teenagers. Harry held Daphne’s hand in his, and they paused every few seconds to kiss each other again, much to the chagrin of the portraits who shouted at them that such acts were best done in private. Neither Harry or Daphne cared though; their love for each other was too important.

Daphne’s door was opened and waiting for them as they arrived there. Daphne’s hands immediately started removing her robes before she even crossed the threshold, and Harry was left scrambling to keep up with her as he closed the door behind them.

All of the finery in Daphne’s room was soon covered with discarded clothes as the naked couple ended up on Daphne’s bed. In the dimming light as the sun set, Harry drank in Daphne’s beautiful form. There still wasn’t a single witch who could match her attractiveness in his eyes, and the months they’d spent together hadn’t dulled his attraction to her in the slightest.

As their lips reconnected as Harry climbed on top of Daphne, he palmed her large breasts in his hands. They were as perky as ever, firm, and topped with the most perfect pink nipples that Harry had ever seen. 

Daphne wrapped one leg around his and rubbed her thigh against his cock. He was already hard from their interactions in the corridors, but Daphne was getting to his peak state.

If there was one most important thing they’d both learnt about each other in their time together, it was that they both love to pleasure each other. Every time they had sex, it was like a contest between the two of them to see who could make the other cum the hardest. It led to quite a few interesting situations, and it made for the most mind-blowing sex Harry had ever had.

Daphne wrapped her arms around him, and then started the dance that they did. Their warm bodies rubbed against each other’s, bringing familiarity to the pleasure-filled experiences they shared. Harry swore that he knew Daphne’s body better than his own. He committed it to memory every time they were together like this, when they were showering together, when he was watching her get dressed, or when they were just laying naked next to each other. Touching all of those oh-so familiar spots sent tingles down his spine that reminded him just how much he loved everything about her.

They kissed until they were breathless and he could feel Daphne’s wetness leaking out onto his skin. Then, Harry slowly crawled down her body, kissing her pale skin as he went. He took his time, making sure to worship her body with his mouth the way it deserved to be, until he eventually reached her glistening pussy.

“Yes,” Daphne hissed in delight as Harry kissed her lower lips. His top lip brushed across her engorged clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her mind.

It always pleased him to see her like this. She bent her knees, pressing her thighs against either side of his head as he teased her pussy lips apart with his tongue. He could taste her sweetness on them, and he lapped it up eagerly as he let his hands roam up and down her thighs in a soothing motion.

He felt Daphne start to relax into his touch. Her back was settled comfortably on the bed, her breasts held in place by her arms as her hands came down to run through his messy hair. She was looking down at him with her half-lidded eyes, waiting excitedly for him to push onward.

Now that she was nice and settled in, Harry got to work. He began with gentle flicks of his tongue, just barely letting the tip graze her clit, while he brought his fingers into play. Her wet walls clung to his index finger as he gently pushed inside of her, making sure that he was nicely lubricated before he went all the way inside of her. It amazed him the ways her walls felt like they were massaging his finger as he felt around inside of her, looking for the right spot that would make her—

“Oh, yes,” Daphne moaned, grabbing his hair tighter as Harry pressed the right spot inside of her. He simultaneously licked her clit too, adding even more pleasure to her experience.

Suddenly, it was like a dam broke as Harry gave up all pretence of taking things slowly. He showed her just how much he loved her by greedily eating her up, letting his tongue and finger work in tandem together to find the most magical combination that would have her crying his name.

Harry added a second finger inside of her, getting closer to the amount of girth that would be inside of her later. Getting her ready this way meant that she’d have less trouble handling his thick cock, and that allowed them to get into a proper pace faster.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, loosening her up just the slightest bit, and his tongue swirled around her clit. Every few seconds, he’d lean in and press another kiss against her clit and gently suck on it. Each time he did that, Daphne’s breathing would hitch, and then she’d let out the most heavenly sigh that Harry had ever heard.

All of the soft sounds leaving Daphne’s lips were keeping him hard as rock. It was painful not to rock against the bed to find some type of release, but Harry knew that Daphne’s pussy was going to feel better than anything else could around him. So, he kept up his ministrations and pushed Daphne closer and closer to the edge.

She didn’t need to tell him when she was about to cum, even though he loved hearing her say it. Her body did all the talking, and when he felt her walls start to clench around his fingers and her thighs squeeze his head, he knew that she was seconds from finishing.

So, Harry didn’t change a single thing he was doing. He kept pumping his fingers inside of her pussy, applying pressure right below where her clit was, and teasing and sucking on her clit until her back suddenly arched off of the bed and every muscle in her body tensed up and she screamed his name.

“Harry!” Daphne cried as her orgasm hit her in full force. It was like she was possessed as her body thrashed about, but Harry didn’t stop pleasuring her for a second. He relished in the way she cried out his name again and again, the pain from her hands tugging at her hair, the tightness from her thighs squeezing his face.

When her body finally released her, Daphne stretched out all of her limbs. Harry gave her one last lick before he climbed back on top of her, his cock bobbing excitedly, before he gave her a messy kiss. His lips and chin were still covered in her juices, but Daphne kissed him regardless, sharing in the taste of her love.

“You’re too good to me,” Daphne told him breathlessly as she reached down and grabbed his cock in her hands. She pumped his shaft a couple of times and wiped away the bead of precum from the tip with her thumb.

“And here I was thinking that I was the one that benefited the most from this relationship,” Harry chuckled as he kissed her neck. “Watching a goddess in the throes of her orgasm is the most beautiful sight in the world, and it’s a shame you’ll never get to experience watching it like I do.”

“Not until you bring someone into our bed,” Daphne replied with a giggle. “You know as well as I do that there are plenty of witches who’d kill a hundred other women to share a single night with you. Who’s to say you don’t pick one of them and turn her into a moaning mess on our bed while I watch? I think I’d like watching you do what you do best.”

“You’d like that, would you?” Harry murmured in her ear as he ran his hand up her side. “What do you imagine us doing to this poor witch after?”

Daphne’s body trembled as her mind took over. “I want to watch her try to suck your massive cock. How many of them do you think could take every inch of you down their throats? I might make it extra tricky by eating them out while they do it too.”

“And then?” Harry asked as he pushed his hips forward, pressing the tip of his cock just above her pussy.

Daphne’s hands guided his cock down to her entrance. “And then I’d want to watch you fuck her. I want to hear her scream out your name, and if she ever gets too loud, I could just sit on her face and put her tongue to better use. Can you imagine it? Fucking a gorgeous witch while she licks my pussy? You could even kiss me while we were doing it—fuck, I need you inside of me right now.”

“You’re forgetting one simple thing, Daphne,” Harry said, teasing her by running the head of his cock up and down her wet lips. “Why would I need another witch when I have you?”

“They’d do anything to have another night with you afterwards,” Daphne gasped. “Once they’ve had a taste, they won’t be satisfied with anyone else. Think of what you could get out of an arrangement like that.”

“That sounds like the type of manipulation only a sneaky Slytherin would do,” Harry teased her.

“You said it yourself you were nearly in Slytherin,” Daphne countered breathlessly. “Now, hurry up and fuck—ME!”

Daphne screamed as Harry slammed into her. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was left gasping for breath as he entered her tight, hot, wet pussy, Harry was sure he would have cried out in pleasure too. There was just something so perfect about Daphne’s body that left him feeling just as exhilarated as he was the first time they had sex. 

Harry didn’t give Daphne a chance to recover her composure. She liked it that way; it left her feeling out of control, like she was totally subservient to Harry’s whims. He started thrusting in and out of her quickly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned loudly.

“Yes,” she whined. “Make me yours!”

Harry groaned and buried his face in the crook of Daphne’s neck as he pistoned his hips onwards. Her pussy felt so unbelievably pleasurable around his cock. It pulsed around him at practically the same rate of her heartbeat, and each loving squeeze made him reconsider pulling back his hips. He just wanted his cock to be completely engulfed by her tight walls and let her massage the cum right out of him, but he knew it wouldn’t have the same thrill as fucking her until she was screaming his name would.

The unyielding pace Harry set had them both moaning into each other’s skin. Daphne bit down on his shoulder and squeezed his arse in her hands as he rammed into her again and again. Harry had to use his arms to brace himself so that he could keep fucking her at the pace he was, but he still enjoyed the feeling of Daphne’s bouncing breasts rubbing up against his chest.

Daphne started pulling Harry’s arse towards herself as he thrust into her, giving him that extra bit of force.

“Yes, Harry,” she moaned breathlessly in his ear.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he moaned in reply.

It was always impossible to last as long as he’d like inside of Daphne, especially given the fact that he never wanted this to stop. And yet every time he knew that he was getting close to the edge, he didn’t slow down or stop. Doing that would be like giving up just before the grand prize at the end of a race. Even if everything up to that point was as perfect as could be, nothing would ever come close to matching the sensation of reaching the finish line.

Daphne’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when Harry exploded inside of her. His orgasm was like a trigger to give her another one of her own. The two of them clenched up against each other, forcing every bit of skin that they could to make contact with the other’s. 

Daphne’s pussy spasmed relentlessly around Harry’s cock as he sprayed out thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. He kept bucking against her, letting his balls smack off of her arse, as he released every drop of seed he could.

When Harry pulled out, his thick seed bubbled out of Daphne’s pussy and spilt down her thighs onto the bedsheets. They both watched with a lewd fascination while Daphne tensed and relaxed her walls again and again to let every last bit possible spill out of her.

Harry collapsed back onto the bed beside Daphne, and she curled up against his side as they both relished in their post-coital bliss.

“I love you,” Harry murmured against the top of Daphne’s head as she snuggled against his chest.

“I love you too.”