The Most Beautiful Witch Chapter 11 (Patreon)

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Astoria beamed with delight as Harry accepted her request to enter into a romantic relationship with Daphne. Honestly, looking back on it now, he never would have imagined that his relationship with Astoria would have led him to this place. Not only did he have the most incredible, brilliant, talented, and beautiful girlfriend in the world, but she wanted him to help make Daphne just as happy as she was with him.

There were a million little ways this could go wrong, but Harry’s heart told him that they’d be able to work through anything that caused them to stumble.

Astoria kissed him again as she pushed him back down onto the bed. Harry wrapped his arms around her back as she crawled onto his lap and pressed her body against him.

“You know, all those weeks when we were stuck at home, I dreamt of you almost every single night,” she murmured huskily.

“Yeah?” Harry replied, feeling the mood she was trying to set. “What happened in them?”

“Most of them were boring,” she admitted with a quiet giggle, “but there was one that stuck out in my mind. You came to my room at night and managed to sneak inside somehow. You woke me up with a kiss, and then we spent the entire night together making love.”

“Well, we’re together now,” Harry pointed out, bringing a sultry smile to Astoria’s lips. “Why don’t we make your dream a reality?”

“My thought exactly,” she giggled again as she leaned down to kiss him.

Even though he and Astoria had kissed back at her home, they were always relatively chaste and guarded in case her mother were to show up. Now, they were able to unleash the fullest of their passions.

Harry couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as Astoria’s tongue slipped into his mouth. He’d nearly forgotten just how feisty she could be when she had her mind set on something like this. With her lying on top of him, he could feel that she didn’t have anything on underneath her robes. Her nipples were hard enough that he could make them out through the thin fabric she had on, and the heat from her core was undeniably radiating out onto his crotch.

The feeling of finally being touched by Astoria like this again was driving Harry wild with lust. As she rubbed her clothed pussy against him, he pressed his hips up needfully against her to try to maximise the friction.

Astoria giggled into the kiss, feeling his desperate eagerness for more. “Just lay back and relax,” she murmured softly against his lips before giving him one last kiss.

Harry obeyed her commands and rested his head against his pillow as Astoria slowly crawled her way down his body. All he had on was a simple pair of pants, but they disappeared when Astoria sneakily tapped her wand against them. 

The moment his hard cock was exposed to the air, Astoria grabbed it firmly with her hand and then nestled herself in between his legs. She rested his hard shaft along her delicate cheek, letting the head brush away some of her hair from in front of her eyes.

“Merlin, I’ve missed this,” she said before she licked the base of his shaft. She left a trail of kisses up his shaft as she worked her way up to the head, and then she opened her lips and devoured him.

Even though Astoria had given him plenty of blowjobs before, they’d never go so long before without touching each other like this. Her mouth felt so much hotter than it ever had before, and the sensation of it made his cock throb in her mouth as she slowly started to take more of him inside of her.

Astoria’s wet tongue lavished his cock with generous strokes. She flicked her tongue from side to side, lathering the underside of his shaft with saliva, and then twirled up and around his cock as far as she could make it to ensure that the topside of his cock got enough love and attention too. She knew all of his weak points too, and she didn’t hold back from touching them to make Harry squirm in pleasure on the bed.

Through her long eyelashes, Astoria looked up at him as she started to swallow more of his cock. She was working her way down at a measured pace, going inch by inch smoothly, only pausing to let her tongue get each new section of his cock nice and wet. She looked so fucking perfect with her pouty lips around his shaft, and the way she was looking at him told him that she knew how good she was making him feel.

Suddenly, Astoria pushed her mouth down to the base of his cock, taking every inch inside of her mouth and throat.

“Astoria!” Harry gasped as his hands shot out and grabbed fistfuls of her hair. Her tight, hot, wet mouth felt incredible around him, and he just needed to experience the sensation for just a moment longer so that he could try to memorise it.

One second passed, then another, then another, and then just one more before Harry’s grip eased up and Astoria slowly worked her way back up his shaft. Saliva was dripping out of the corners of her mouth, running down his shaft and her chin. Astoria wiped the later trails of saliva away but used her hands to pump Harry’s cock and spread her saliva around to anywhere that was looking a little too dry.

Just as Astoria went back to put her mouth on him, Harry held up his hand to stop her. “I’m not going to last if you keep going on like that,” he chuckled.

“What’s wrong with that?” Astoria said with a predatory gleam in her eyes. She stuck out her tongue and licked along the head of his cock. “I like making you cum.”

“There’s somewhere else I’d rather cum,” Harry said as he glanced down at her body.

Astoria followed his gaze and then released his cock and sat up on her arse. She reached up onto her robes and teasingly started to undo the buttons that were holding them in place, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The narrow valley in between her perky breasts came into view, and then her milky skin on her belly. 

As the last button came undone, Astoria’s robes slipped off of her shoulders and pooled around her hips. 

She looked so beautiful that Harry felt his mouth dry out almost instantly. Her breasts were perfect, and her wide hips were begging to be held onto with his hands.

He knew how he wanted to take her.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Harry practically ordered her, feeling a renewed surge of lust kick into place. 

Astoria was clearly feeling that same type of lust because she eagerly flipped around and stuck her arse out for him, showing off her dripping, pink pussy between her thighs. Her plump arse cheeks jiggled lightly as she shook her arse playfully at him and glanced over her shoulder at him with the most sultry look in her eyes.

Harry pounced on her, leaning down to kiss her while he fumbled around trying to get his cock inside of her. He felt so desperate to feel the inside of her pussy again after not having been with her for so long.

As he was awkwardly stretching to kiss Astoria, Harry finally managed to slide the tip of his cock in between her wet lips and push inside of her. Astoria gasped loudly as his thick cock stretched her out for the first time in a couple of weeks, giving both of them the satisfaction that they were so desperately craving.

Harry cursed and broke off the kiss as Astoria’s pussy clenched up around him. He straightened his back and grabbed onto Astoria’s hips, holding her so tightly that he was sure his fingers would leave an imprint on her skin. Her pussy was pulsing around his cock, massaging it so pleasurably that he was unable to move.

“Fuck, this feels good,” Astoria moaned loudly.

“I’m barely halfway in,” Harry whined.

“I know. Just give me a second,” Astoria replied before she moaned again. Her pussy was still squeezing him, but it was adjusting to his girth quickly. After just a moment, Harry was finally able to move forward inside of her again.

Harry pulled Astoria back onto his cock, watching with rapt attention as his cock slowly disappeared into her pussy. The lubrication of Astoria’s saliva helped him to slide in easily, and in seconds, he was completely buried inside of her.

Both of them let out sighs of satisfaction now that they were finally connected like this again. It just felt right being inside of Astoria, and he was sure that she felt the same about having him inside of her.

Harry couldn’t wait long before he started fucking Astoria. He gave her a few more seconds to adjust to his girth and then quickly pulled his hips back. With how close he had already gotten from her mouth, he knew that he wasn’t destined to last long in her pussy, but he was going to make the most out of the experience for the both of them. Astoria always loved those rough quickies they’d had in the abandoned classrooms near the library when they’d needed a break from studying, so he was going to try to recreate that here.

Holding her hips in place, Harry slammed his hips forward and rammed his cock into Astoria’s pussy. She cried out in pleasure and buried her face in his bedsheets while leaving her arse up in the air so that he could keep fucking her.

The sound of Harry’s hips smacking off of Astoria’s arse let off a rhythmic beat. Harry fucked her hard and fast, giving long and powerful strokes that saw him filling her up in an instant. Harry was left gasping from how good her pussy felt around his cock, and Astoria was moaning into his mattress as she experienced the pleasure that they’d missed out on for so long.

Astoria’s pussy seemed to get wetter with each thrust of Harry’s cock into her. The sound of her pussy squelching joined the sounds of his hips hitting her arse and their respective sounds of pleasure. Harry had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to maintain some degree of control over himself.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Astoria cried out. “Don’t stop!”

Even though Harry was trying to keep her hips held in place, Astoria fought against him and slammed her arse back to meet his thrusts. The resulting smack between their bodies left Harry reeling from the pleasure, but he refused to let it shake his rhythm. If Astoria was doing this, then it was because it increased her pleasure even more, and he wasn’t going to deny her that.

Astoria’s walls fluttered around his cock as he kept up his relentless assault of pounding into her pussy with his hard cock. Her voice practically rose an octave too—a sure sign that she was getting closer to her own orgasm.

Harry already felt like he was at the breaking point. The pleasure that was concentrated in his cock had built up to the point that he needed to release it inside of her, but he tried to hold on for as long as he could

Then, suddenly, there was nothing he could do. Harry groaned noisily and slammed his hips forward and came inside of Astoria’s pussy. A thick spurt of cum fired out inside of her, and then he pulled his hips back a few inches and slammed forward again.

“Fuck!” Astoria cried out as her walls collapsed around Harry’s cock. Her pussy spasmed and her knees shook as her orgasm took hold of her body.

The feeling of Astoria’s pussy suddenly squeezing his cock so tightly again made Harry’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. Every burst of cum that shot out of his cock was helped along by her pussy squeezing him and adding to the pressure. 

Harry felt lightheaded as Astoria’s pussy drained every drop of cum he had to offer her right now, but even as he finished, she was still shaking on the bed. He kept his sensitive cock deep inside of her pussy until her orgasm finally passed and a satisfied moan left her lips.

Hooking his arms around her waist, Harry suddenly flipped them both backwards. He landed on his back, and Astoria laughed as she bounced on his chest and then rolled off of him and onto the bed beside him. She curled up against him, holding onto his arm tightly and nestling it in between her two breasts as both of them caught their breaths.

They lied together like that for several minutes, but when the two finally settled under the covers for the night, Harry spoke up.

“About Daphne,” he said tentatively, testing the waters to make sure it wasn’t too soon after their lovemaking to bring her up. When Astoria perked up to listen, he continued. “I want to talk to her before you do. I just want to make sure that we’re all on the same page about everything, and I think it’s long past due that I had a one-on-one talk with her about this.”

“That’s fine with me,” Astoria smiled up at him. “Just let me know when it happens, because I’ll come by after the two of you talk.”

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It hadn't been more than a day before Daphne invited Harry to a study session. She was eager, that much was for certain, but Harry didn’t know if it was actually to study or if it was so that she could get him alone for a while. 

Even after talking things over with Astoria and agreeing to include Daphne in their relationship, it was still an odd mental block to get over. Just a few months, she’d seemed like an enemy from the way she tried to ruin his and Astoria’s night together at the Yule Ball by lying to Snape about them. From there though, she’d grown into an acquaintance, who Harry wasn’t sure could be trusted or not. Then, thanks to Harry’s efforts at bringing the two sisters back together, Daphne had started to warm up to him and treat him nicely. And that was when his little crush started on her.

It had been odd for Harry to realise that he was attracted to his girlfriend’s sister. Everyone knew that Daphne was gorgeous, but he’d undersold just how charming her icy personality could be once he realised that she wasn’t trying to be mean to him, usually. He’d spent a lot of time in private trying to stop his feelings towards Daphne, and he’d mostly been successful, but now Astoria was telling him to pursue Daphne romantically too.

The whiplash from changing how he thought about Daphne was tricky to navigate. On one hand, it wasn’t hard to fall back into his belief that Daphne was gorgeous and would be an incredible catch, but it was still hard to reconcile it with the other ways he’d perceived her. It was almost like his own mind was trying to psyche himself out of going through with this.

And that was why he wanted to talk to Daphne alone.

Harry thought that, if he could just lay his cards out on the table and clear up a few things with Daphne, maybe it would make it easier for him to go through with becoming romantically involved with her. Even though he did want to do it, his brain kept planting too many seeds of doubt that needed to be handled first.

So, after supper, Harry hurried back to the old abandoned classroom in the dungeons that he’d used to practise in before the break. All of his things were still there, but he still gave everything a cursory check over with some detection spells. Luckily, Draco hadn’t grown bold enough again to try to strike back at Harry after he’d been humiliated the last time he attacked him.

Daphne was punctual as usual. She arrived precisely at seven o’clock, striding into the room confidently with her book bag swinging at her side. 

Harry had to admit, looking at her now with this newfound perspective on their developing relationship, that Daphne was perhaps the second-most beautiful woman at Hogwarts. In his eyes and his heart, she’d never best Astoria, but she was making a strong case for second place.

There was nothing special about how she looked. Her robes were form-fitting, as they usually were, and looked quite good on her. Her blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders, simultaneously maintaining an elegance about it without seeming too put together. She had her modest makeup on too, but it mostly worked just to accentuate her natural beauty rather than alter her features more substantially. In fact, the most distinct thing about her was her stunning eyeliner and that gentle application of eye shadow that helped make her blue eyes really pop with emphasis.

Daphne smiled at him as she entered. It was a genuine smile that touched the corners of her eyes, not one of the false ones that had come months before when they had first met. 

“Good evening, Harry,” she said to him.

Merlin, even her voice sounded angelic. 

Was this how she always was and he was only noticing it for the first time now? Harry wondered. He’d been so caught up with Astoria that every other woman seemed to pale in comparison. Even at her most seductive before, Harry would have easily turned away from her to watch his girlfriend go through the simple motion of smiling at him. But now, he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from Daphne’s smile.

“Hey,” he replied back dumbly, unable to formulate any other words as a bubble of nervousness and excitement crept into his throat. 

Daphne cocked her head to the side as she set down her bag on one of the vacant desks at the edge of the room. “Is something wrong?” She asked him.

“No,” Harry forced out the reply.

Daphne narrowed her eyebrows, looking at him more closely. She left her bag and walked across the room to him until she came to a stop just inches away from him. All Harry would have to do is lean forward and their lips would meet.

Instead, Daphne leaned forward, peering up into his eyes through her eyelashes with a curious gaze. She held his gaze until he looked away.

“Fine,” she sighed as she took a step back. “Keep your secrets, if you must.”

“I’m not trying to keep secrets from you, Daphne,” Harry said as he ran his hand through his hair in mild frustration. “I just… I want to talk to you first.”

“And then you’ll tell me what’s wrong?” Daphne asked as the corner’s of her lips quirked upwards in amusement.

“Yes,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“I’m all ears then,” Daphne smiled at him.

There wasn’t anywhere great to sit down in here besides some old, wooden chairs that weren’t particularly comfortable, and Harry wanted something a little bit more intimate than those. So, with a flick of his wand, he conjured a large, plush, burgundy sofa that reminded him of the one the Weasley’s had, albeit with less wear and tear.

Harry sat down at one end, and Daphne sat beside him with only a small gap in between them. If anything, she only looked more curious now as to what this was all about.

There was no really tactful way he could go about this. Given the fact that Astoria and Daphne had already discussed this, it’d be easy for Daphne to pick up on the topic he was dancing around. So, as Harry swallowed his nerves, he dove right into it.

“Astoria told me about how you like me and want to form some type of romantic relationship with me,” Harry told Daphne openly. 

She didn’t seem surprised in the least about this. Honestly, he’d been expecting at least some reaction from her given how significant of a topic this was, but he supposed that she was clever enough to know that Astoria would have spilt the beans to him sooner or later.

“That’s right,” Daphne nodded her head in agreement. “Astoria and I talked about it back at home, and she was the one who suggested this. I’m not here to replace Astoria, but I think that we could have something special too. I don’t know if it’s going to just be a temporary or infrequent thing, but…” she bit her lip as her face took on a sad turn.

“But what?” Harry prompted her.

Daphne started gazing around the room aimlessly as she narrated. “My parents always wanted what they thought was best for me. For all my life, I’ve known that I’d marry someone of their choosing one day. I wasn’t allowed to really date anyone or even have so much as a peck on the lips because they feared that it’d somehow tarnish my reputation in the eyes of any potential suitors. All of the awkward dates my parents arranged for me in Europe were always strictly supervised too, so I guess I had a skewed notion of romance in my head. I always thought that maybe I’d eventually fall in love with one of my suitors after years of marriage like my parents did. And then you showed up.”

“Everyone recognised you the day you showed up at Hogwarts,” Daphne said with a nostalgic smile on her lips. “You were a cute seventeen-year-old boy, and I think half of the women at Hogwarts had a crush on you. You weren’t exactly special to me then, but I kept my eyes on you for a long time. Honestly, you annoyed me a lot back then. You seemed so happy and carefree. I guess I was envious in a way, so it always left you on my mind.”

“It wasn’t until you got together with Astoria that I realised that I actually liked you,” Daphne said as she finally met his gaze again. “Astoria was so happy the day that you asked her to the Yule Ball. Even though I’d been a terrible sister to her, she ran right over Pansy to find me and tell her that Harry Potter had asked her out. I was angry, but it took me a few days to figure out that it was because I liked you too.”

“And you know the rest from there. I was a bitch who tried to ruin your night, and then I spied on you later. Hell, I even tricked Draco into coming down here to attack you and hid out in the corridor waiting to see what would happen,” Daphne shook her head sadly. “I don’t deserve you or Astoria in my life… I…”

Harry reached out to try to comfort her, but Daphne just pulled away from him. He could see a couple of unshed tears forming in her eyes. It reminded him of the moment when they’d spoken in Greengrass Manor when he’d gone looking for Astoria. He’d told her that he cared about her, and she said that maybe he shouldn’t. Things would be easier that way, she’d said.

And now that she finally had the chance to have what she wanted, she felt like she didn’t deserve it. It was heartbreaking. 

Harry had put aside all of the things that she’d done long ago, and he knew that Astoria didn’t hold them against her either. Maybe Daphne didn’t know that, but even if she did, would she be able to not hold those things against herself?

“I’m selfish!” Daphne finally blurted out. It was like a bubble of self-pity suddenly burst as Daphne’s eyes sealed shut tight and her face twisted up in pain. “Even after everything, I still want you. I want to feel your arms around me, your lips against mine, you moving inside of me. You’re the first person I ever felt something real for! I don’t know if you're the right man for me or if you’re just the crush of a woman who’s never felt real love before, but I don’t care. I want to be with you in any way you and Astoria will let me be.”

“Daphne,” Harry said her name sympathetically, reaching out to her again. 

This time, she didn’t pull away, and he managed to put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. However, the second after he touched her, she threw herself on top of him and buried her head against his chest. He didn’t hear her cry, but her body still trembled as he held her against him.

“I like you too,” he murmured into her hair. “I don’t know what things between us will look like either, but I want to be there for you. I want to get to know you as well as I do Astoria and to be with you. I think Astoria is the love of my life, but there’s room in my heart for you too.”

Suddenly, Daphne straightened her back so that she was now face-to-face with Harry. Her lips were parted gently, her eyes brimming with hope. 

Slowly, she leaned forward until her lips just barely brushed Harry’s. There was an electric jolt between the two of them as their lips grazed each other, and Daphne pulled back an inch. Her eyes flickered between Harry’s green eyes and his lips, and then she leaned in again and kissed him.

Harry’s heart pounded in his chest as he lost himself in Daphne’s lips. They were definitely plumper than Astoria’s were, and they had an incredible warmth to them that he hadn’t expected from her. He could taste vanilla on her lips.

It was a rush of thousand emotions that coursed through Harry then. Kissing Daphne felt different from kissing Astoria. If he was honest, nothing beat the feeling of Astoria’s lips against his, but Daphne’s brought on an entirely new set of feelings he didn’t know he had.

The excitement was different. It wasn’t the type of excitement that came from knowing that he was kissing another woman; it was the feeling of excitement of the beginning of a new relationship. This was the first step on becoming closer with Daphne, and that made him feel wonderful.

His heart was full of love for Daphne. He suddenly felt an overwhelming need to protect her from anything that would hurt her or make her sad. If it took a thousand kisses to wipe away the sadness he’d seen in her eyes moments ago, he’d give them to her.

And then, feeling as though no time had passed at all, Daphne pulled away, and her fingers instinctively came up to touch her lips where Harry’s had been.

“That’s what it feels like,” she murmured quietly to herself.

“Better than you hoped for?” Harry asked jokingly.

Daphne nodded her head seriously. “Far better.”

Harry smiled at that. “Anytime you want one—”

“How about right now?” Daphne asked as her cheeks tinged pink.

“Of course,” Harry replied as he leaned forward and kissed Daphne again.

The spark was still there, and it was truly wonderful.

The next minutes were spent trading kisses. Daphne almost seemed too shy to let them go on for too long. She’d let a kiss linger for a few seconds at most before she’d pull away, looking far more giddy and excited than he’d ever seen her before. She almost reminded him of Astoria in the way she let her happiness shine through so openly; it was a distinct change from her normal cold demeanour.

Daphne broke up the kisses by asking him questions, and he asked some in turn too. It wasn’t anything of any particular importance. They were simple questions about their likes and dislikes, hobbies, friends, and similarly mundane topics. They were the types of questions you asked when you were just starting to get to know someone, and Harry couldn’t help but feel like this really was the start of something new between them.

But after a few minutes of this, something jolted both of them out of their conversation.

“Can I come in now?” Astoria’s voice called out.

Harry’s head snapped round to the door where Astoria’s voice had come from. The door was still closed, but he could faintly see an outline of her silhouetted feet through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.

“Merlin, she still acts like such a kid sometimes,” Daphne laughed quietly and shook her head. “She used to try to sneak into my room at night, so I told her I’d only let her in if she asked first.”

“I think she was just trying to give us some privacy,” Harry countered lightly. “I asked her to let me talk to you first, but it looks like she’s too impatient to wait for the outcome.”

Suddenly, Daphne’s eyes lit up as a plan formed in her mind. “Do you want to tease her a bit?” She asked as a small smirk came across her lips.

“What did you have in mind?” Harry asked.

Instead of responding with words, Daphne practically jumped onto his lap. Her knees were planted on either side of his hips, and her arse was sat down on his thighs. She leaned forward then until their lips were inches apart and her breasts were pushed up against his chest.

“Come in!” Daphne called back to Astoria before she captured Harry’s lips in a searing kiss.

With Daphne’s blond hair hanging around their faces, Harry couldn’t see Astoria, but he definitely heard her squeal of excitement. But even that was dulled by the overwhelming sensation of Daphne’s lips against his, her warm body pressed up against his, and her tongue dancing with his.

“I just knew that it’d work out between the two of you!” Astoria exclaimed. She jumped onto the sofa beside them, bubbling with excitement, but Daphne didn’t stop kissing Harry for even a single second to reply to her sister. In fact, Daphne just moaned into Harry’s mouth and adjusted herself on his lap as she felt him starting to stiffen underneath her.

Astoria paused for a moment, expecting a reply to come any second now, but after fifteen seconds passed, she just continued on talking.

“He’s a great kisser, right?” She smiled at Daphne. “It’s so addictive.”

Again, there was no reply.

Harry was starting to feel a burning in his lungs, and he pushed gently on Daphne’s shoulders to suggest that she should break off the kiss, but she just ground her mound down onto his cock instead and used her tongue dominantly to battle with his.

Finally, a tinge of annoyance slipped into Astoria’s tone. “Are you two seriously going to ignore me?”

Daphne broke off the kiss with a breathless giggle. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen as she turned to face Astoria. “I figured you deserved a little payback after making me watch you and Harry have sex a couple of times before.”

“I didn’t make you do anything,” Astoria argued back. “Besides, you got off on it, didn’t you?”

Daphne smiled coyly. “Maybe you could experience what watching is like right now. Harry feels ready to me.” She glanced down at the obvious bulge in his trousers and winked at Astoria.

For a moment, Astoria looked like she wanted to agree, but then she suddenly shoved Daphne off of Harry’s lap and took her place there. She knew just the right way to grind against him to make his moan involuntarily, and the seconds his lips parted, Astoria kissed him soundly. 

“Maybe if you’d been nice I would have,” Astoria smiled as she came out of the kiss from Harry. The look on her face told him that she wasn’t actually upset about Daphne’s little joke. In fact, it was almost like a part of her enjoyed watching Daphne kiss Harry so fiercely.

“I bet Harry thought I was nice,” Daphne said as she sat up and crawled across the sofa to them. She grabbed Harry’s chin and turned his head towards herself before planting another kiss on his lips.

“I think both of you are lovely,” Harry chuckled, watching the two sisters fight over him like a doll.

“Such a people pleaser,” Daphne winked at him.

“At least he’s got enough brains to do that,” Astoria giggled as she poked his belly playfully. “I did wonder if two beautiful witches would be too much for him to handle.”

“Never,” Daphne shook her head. “If he was the type to crumble under pressure like that, we never would have felt the way we do about him.”

“Speaking of pressure,” Harry interjected, hoping to put a bit of space in between himself and the two witches who seemed to take so much pleasure in teasing him and touching his body, “aren’t we supposed to be working on preparing for the Third Task?”

Astoria pouted at him. “I haven’t gotten to kiss you enough yet,” she whined.

“I’ll get out our books and parchment,” Daphne rolled her eyes, smiling at Astoria. “It’ll take me a minute to get it all together.”

Astoria beamed at her and then immediately turned back to Harry and started to snog him senseless.

Honestly, Harry thought to himself as Astoria’s lips parted and he slid his tongue into her mouth, he didn’t know why he was so nervous about this whole situation before. Everything seemed to be working out just perfectly.