Harry/Daphne One-shot #3: TBD (Patreon)

"Daphne?"

The blonde girl turned her head to where her younger sister was staring up at the ceiling, fiddling with a strand of her light brown hair.

"Yes, Astoria?"

"Are you going to be ok?"

Daphne remained silent for a moment as she took her sister in. Astoria's eyes never moved, but Daphne knew her younger sister was studying her closely.

"I'll be fine. I am fulfilling my duty, Astoria, to the family and to the kingdom."

And I'm saving you from such a fate. Was left unsaid, though it was clearly understood by each sister.

"It…it won't be so bad, will it?" Astoria asked, trying to convince herself.

Daphne nodded, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes plastered on her face. "Lord Malfoy is very powerful. I will be protected, and I am sure I'll be allowed to visit you and father. Malfoy says he will reunite the kingdom."

"They all say that."

"Malfoy has the backing of the most powerful magnates, Tory. He can raise an army unlike any other in the realm." Daphne turned now to mimic her sister, staring up at the ceiling of the unfamiliar room. This fortress was a far cry from her home. Daphne feared that she would never again see the white marble halls of the Greengrass estate.

"We will be safe. Father will be happy."

"I don't care what father thinks."

"Astoria!" Daphne reprimanded. "Father is doing what's right for the family."

"Aren’t you and me two-thirds of the family, Daphne? Father's doing what's best for him. Not for us!"

Daphne had no answer to that, and so she chose to tug her sister towards herself and wrap her arms around her in a hug.

It didn't take long for Astoria to begin sobbing. Daphne did her best to soothe her, promising her that no matter what happened, she would not allow anything to pull them apart.

A loud boom went off in the distance, powerful enough to shake the foundation of the building and leave the bed shaking.

"Daphne?" Astoria squealed, looking up at her sister with fear.

Daphne shushed her sister. "I'm sure it's nothing, Tory." This was one of Malfoy's safe houses. The wards around such a place were some of the most extensive in all of Britain.

There was another earth shattering sound, this one much closer. After a moment of tense silence, a cold chill ran down the sisters' spine.

They could hear the roars of men. War cries, the sounds of steel against steel, of spellfire being traded.

"Daphne, what are we going to do?" Astoria asked in a panic.

There wasn't much they could do. They were magic wielders, but they had not been trained in defensive magic. There was nowhere for them to run, they could only remain in this room and hope for the best.

"Just hold on to me, Astoria. Just hold on to me tight!"

And that's what she did. Astoria hugged her older sister as tightly as she could. Daphne squeezed her sister to her side, closing her eyes shut as she made a silent prayer to mother magic.

The sounds of battle raged on for what felt like an eternity. They could hear wails of agony, sickening crunches and thuds and the sounds of men begging for their lives. The air was thick with powerful magic, and Daphne, who had an affinity for such things, swore that the great majority of it came from one source.

There was a great Warlock out there, a powerful mage that had taken command over the battlefield, and Daphne had a feeling they were fighting for the other side.

Almost as suddenly as it had begun, a stillness settled over the grounds. All sound ceased, before it returned as a low murmur of shuffling feet and hushed conversation.

That was when the door to their room burst open. Astoria couldn't help but scream in fear, but Daphne had to be strong, she shielded her sisters with her body, glaring up at the men that stood by the open doorway.

They were a ragtag bunch of soldiers, that was for sure. They did not wear uniforms, they did not carry the colors of some great noble. They looked dirty, hungry, and their weapons were all mismatched and worn down.

How had these people taken one of Malfoy's strongholds?

Daphne tensed as she saw the way the men chomped at the bit, a pack of wild animals begging to pounce. She readied her magic, she would not let these men take her and her sister, not without a fight.

"Men! Begone!" A voice called from behind them, causing the men to step aside hesitantly.

He was handsome, Daphne would give him that. He was tall, with a head of raven hair that reached down near his shoulders and a pair of the most gorgeous green eyes she had ever seen. He was well muscled. He wore only a grey animal pelt, which he wore as a cape over his naked torso, showing off his rugged physique which was covered in scars.

Two more things stood out to her. The sword the man had sheathed his back, its hilt looked much too exquisite, much too expertly made for this group of hooligans. As well, the man held a rod of pure white with his right hand. Daphne recognized what this was, even though she'd never seen any that looked quite like it.

It was a wand. This man was the powerful mage who's presence she had felt.

"Come on, kid, you're really going to begrudge us a little bit of fun?" A burly looking man, almost a head taller than the boy who Daphne would guess was no older than her, stepped up to him, shifting the heavy axe he held over his shoulder.

Daphne felt Astoria shifting. Her sister was watching, but Daphne couldn't find the will to try and shield her from what could potentially devolve into a violent struggle.

"We had a deal. You take whatever spoils you can find, I take the girl." He responded, not intimidated one bit by the man's gesture.

"You said girl, singular, I see two pretty little lassies here." The other men laughed, a vulgar sound that made the inside of Daphne's stomach twist itself in knots.

"You will not touch my sister!"

Daphne immediately wished she hadn't said a word, as now every single one of those men were looking at her with those disgusting leers that made her squirm in discomfort.

"This one's got a little fire to her," the man said with a chuckle. "But I understand she's the one you want, lad. But you have to be understanding too. My men fought hard for you, and they have needs, pent up aggression. You understand, don't ya?"

Astoria whimpered at the man's words, and Daphne returned to shielding her sister, glaring defiantly at the group of bastards that were looking at them like fresh pieces of meat.

The boy with the green eyes never wavered as the hand holding his wand twitched. Daphne watched in fascination as the group of hardened men all hitched their breath at the smallest movement of his stick. "You will leave them be and take your bounty, or you will not leave at all."

His words commanded power, and Daphne saw the face of each man turn ashen white as they looked to their leader for guidance.

The man holding the axe was frowning, and in a moment Daphne thought he might just swing the mighty blade and try to cleave the boy's head in two.

"Alright, alright. Come on boys, we gots to get to all the good stuff before Malfoy sends his reinforcements. You'll have plenty of gold to buy you a nice time with a pretty lady." He assured his men, who seemed all too happy to leave without inviting the young man's ire.

The teenager stared the men down as they walked away, breaking off into war songs as they prepared to loot the fortress, doing anything to put the dishonor of bowing down to a teenaged boy behind them.

Once they'd gone away a good distance, the teen nodded in satisfaction and turned around to face the sisters.

Daphne looked back at the handsome stranger, not daring to break and show just how terrified she was. She may have been spared the fate of being raped by those savages, but whatever this man had in store for her may be no better. She just hoped she could reason with him, to save Astoria.

"Thank you." Astoria piped up. Daphne shot her sister an incredulous look, but Astoria was smiling brightly at the young man. "Thank you for saving us."

"Astoria!" Daphne hissed. "He didn't save us. He's going to kidnap us."

Astoria didn't seem too bothered by the idea.

The young man stepped closer to them, and Daphne was able to get a better look at his wand.

The wands she'd seen were made of wood. But this one, this one looked to be made of pure light. Even its form was unstable, constantly shifting and welling with energy, as if the boy was holding a lightning bolt, reminiscent of the gods of old.

"You are Daphne Greengrass, correct?"

"I am." Daphne assented, staring into those deep green pools, eyes full of turmoil and pain, despite the emotionless mask the boy was putting on.

The teen nodded, his hand reaching back to the hilt of his sword.

Daphne's eyes widened in fear. It was Astoria's turn now to shield her sister, with the smaller girl draping her body over her older sister in a desperate attempt to protect her from the stranger's sword.

The boy unsheathed his sword, but he did not make to strike. Instead, he held the magnificent blade sideways, inviting the sisters to inspect it.

The sword was fashioned out of pure silver, a silver much too sleek and finely crafted to be anything but goblin made. The crossguard and the pommel were adorned with rubies, as well as ornate designs of lions and griffins carved into its darker surface.

The sisters gawked. They knew this sword very well. Everyone in the kingdom did, from the highest noble to the lowest commoner. This was the sword of legend. The sword that could only be wielded by one bloodline.

"My lord." Daphne knelt, her sister following close behind.

The teen raised an eyebrow. "Stand, I am no king, for you to be kneeling."

Daphne shook her head, refusing to hear such blasphemy. "That is the Sword of Gryffindor, wielded only by the rightful heir to the throne of England." Daphne said, her sapphire blue eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight of the room.

"And yet, voices say that Heir Malfoy is to be crowned king. And you were to be his queen." The teen said bitterly.

Daphne's face fell in shame, though she had nothing to be ashamed of. She had no agency in this situation. But, she could not say that to her rightful king.

"I was wrong about you." Astoria spat, shooting a glare up at him. "When I saw you, I thought you were nice, but you're just as cruel as all those other men!"

"Astoria!" Daphne exclaimed, completely scandalized, but her little sister would not be deterred. "Do you think Daphne wants to be married to that ponce? Do you think we wanted any of this? And you, everyone thought the king and his family were killed! What? We were supposed to know you, whoever you are, were still scurrying around somewhere robbing manor houses?"

The young girl was seething now, her energy that of a much older woman and not a thirteen year old girl.

Daphne finally managed to wrangle her sister and clamp a hand over her mouth. Astoria struggled, but Daphne kept her from continuing her rant.

"My lord, I apologize, I-"

He was looking away from them, distracted by something, something that left him frowning. "They're here, faster than I thought." He glanced over at the sisters, a kind smile forming on his face. "We have to leave, Malfoy's men are about to arrive and I'm not sure I can fight them while keeping you safe."

Daphne's heart soared at those words. She couldn't help it.

"Hedwig." The man called out as he sheathed his sword. "Let's go!"

The rod of pure white zoomed off his hand. Daphne and Astoria were forced to shield their eyes as a bright white light filled the room. When the light finally faded and they were able to see once more, they were faced with a vision from a fever dream. It was a pale white horse, glowing in such a way that it looked like it was made out of energy rather than any kind of flesh. Its entire body was skeletal, with its leathery wings being the only feature that were not bare bone. It was an image that should have frightened the girls, yet the creature’s presence caused the opposite effect, filling them with a bizarre sense of comfort.

“Hop on.” The teen said. For the first time, he was smiling, and it was a rather mischievous grin. “My name is Hadrian, by the way. Hadrian Potter, son of James Potter, heir to the throne of Gryffindor and rightful King of England.”

The sisters tried to suppress their gasps. It was really the only person he could be, the son of the king who had been betrayed and murdered along with his queen oh so many moons ago, when Daphne had barely been a year old.

The entire kingdom had mourned, but life moved on. A once united kingdom shattered into pieces, breaking off into petty fiefdoms, each controlled by a local warlord, Baron or Lord. People had been too busy trying to survive the strife and hardship that followed to wonder what had happened to the young babe that was to be their prince.

“Come on, I can sense them at the ward limits. Those Normans better have taken flight, or else they’ll be cut down.”

Daphne and Astoria scrambled onto the back of the winged horse, which Hadrian had called Hedwig. Astoria sat directly behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso while Daphne sat behind her, always wanting to keep her sister protected.

Hadrian smiled at the sight of this. And the Greengrass heiress blushed at the kind look of her prince.

Though his statement had raised a bit of alarm. “You brought Normans to England?”

Hadrian shook his head. “They were already here. The warring lords have brought many foreign mercenaries into our land. Normans hate the Malfoys and their association with that bastard that calls himself King of the Franks, so they were easy to persuade.”

That led to so many more questions, but she didn’t have the chance to ask. Hedwig reared back, a sudden gust of wind blew the window open, and after a short trot, they were off into the night sky.

Daphne could see tiny dots as they flew off. Malfoy’s men, charging at a smaller group near the fortress. The Normans had in fact not fled in time, and she was certain that Malfoy’s men would slaughter the already exhausted raiders.

She could not find it in herself to care. She actively hoped the men would perish.

“WOOOOO!” Astoria cheered as they soared through the cold autumn sky, overflying the calm fields, farms and homesteads, as well as castles and fortresses.

Daphne had never flown before, with her father expressly forbidding them from using brooms. The wind at her face, the wide open spaces and the freshness in the air were all exhilarating. She would not be as uncouth as her sister, but Daphne felt free, for the first time in her life she felt truly free.

…

They landed in a clearing. Once they got off, Hadrian ruffled his mount’s mane, and the horse shifted once more, shrinking down into a small ball, shifting and contorting until it turned into a small, snowy white out.

“You did well, girl.” Hadrian said as Hedwig nipped at his finger. He turned to the sisters. “Come, we’ll talk inside.”

They walked in silence through empty grassland. Hedwig flew over to Astoria, perching on the girl's shoulder. Astoria was in awe of the…bird? Creature? Magical construct?

Daphne kept shooting glances at the young man, who didn't seem to mind the cold despite most of his torso being exposed to the elements. Daphne realized she and Astoria were wearing their nightclothes, and though they weren't very revealing, it still made her flush to realize she was exposing herself to him in that way.

Hadrian noticed her blush, but he misconstrued the reason for it. He lifted off his pelt and held it out to her. "Here, this will help, it's the pelt of a particularly vicious werewolf I fought in Aquitaine."

From anyone else, like the odious Heir Malfoy, it would have sounded like a boast. But Hadrian said it with an earnestness that was endearing.

"Thank you." Daphne took the grey pelt. Just as she was going to hoist it over herself, Astoria came rushing over as Hedwig flapped off her shoulder and rested on Hadrian's.

"It's so big, we can both fit under it." Was her sister's reasoning, and it was true. The pelt was broad enough for both sisters to snuggle into it, and while they hadn't exactly been cold before, its warmth was still welcoming.

It also carried the manly musk of the tall teenager walking a few steps ahead of them, who's broad, muscled back was in clear view of both sisters.

Astoria caught Daphne's eye and wiggled her eyebrows, causing her older sister to shoot her a glare.

"We're here." He said as they stopped in front of what looked like the ruins of a small cottage.

"What is this?"

"Home." The boy breathed out, "This is Godric's Hollow. My ancestor Godric Gryffindor grew up here. A humble village, where he managed to make a name for himself on his way to becoming King."

Daphne and Astoria shared a look. They'd heard the legends about the founder of the Gryffindor dynasty. Daphne for one had never believed them to be completely true, doubting that a man could really rise above his station to such an extent.

A hand reached out to touch hers and Daphne's skin burned with a flowing warmth that was greater than anything she'd ever felt.

"Come on, we don't want to linger out here too long."

Hadrian pulled them through a stone archway that looked to lead nowhere but the scattered stone foundations of houses.

As he walked through, the archway glowed green. Daphne could feel foreign magic scanning her, and she felt Hadrian's hand squeeze her own. Daphne idly wondered what the mechanism was that decided whether they were allowed to pass through or not.

They came out of the other side to find a cobblestone road leading up a small village, with small cottages lining each side of the road.

There were also many ramshackle work benches and stands, filled with swords, spears, bows, and arrows, as well as stations where dozens of potions were simmering over.

"Everyone's asleep." Hadrian said as he led them up to one of the first cottages along the way.

"No one stayed up to see you made it back?" Astoria asked.

"I didn't exactly tell anyone." Hadrian said with a cheeky grin.

He ushered the girls into the cozy little cottage. It had a small kitchen where there was a half-eaten loaf of bread and some cured hams. The living room had a small fireplace that was currently crackling away at a tepid flame and a large rug, this one a bearskin, directly in front of it.

A red cloth divided the living room from the bedroom.

Hadrian looked slightly embarrassed as he gazed at the Greengrass sisters. "Not exactly a kingly estate, I know."

Daphne and Astoria had been raised in grand manors, sprawling twenty room mansions with manicured lawns.

And yet, the girls had never felt more at home than here.

"It's wonderful." Daphne said it in such a genuine tone, there was no way for Hadrian to misconstrue it as sarcasm.

Hadrian stared awkwardly at his feet, and Daphne found herself staring at his broad chest, the scars covering his body only adding fuel to the furnace that began to burn inside of her.

"Right, I believe I owe you two an explanation." He gestured towards the curtain before turning and disappearing off into the room.

Daphne and Astoria shared a look. They were going into a man's quarters, after all. Astoria gave a half-shrug, though there was clear excitement present in her younger sister’s impish little face. Daphne tried to send her a stern look, but she couldn’t deny that the same excitement was bubbling up inside of her.

They walked through the curtain to find a small room with a large bed covered in animal pelts. Off in the corner, Hedwig had flown off Hadrian’s shoulder, settling onto a perch next to the sole window in the room. Before their eyes, Hedwig curled up into itself, its magical form swirling and rounding out until it turned into an inanimate orb that began hovering over the post.

“I must confess, I have selfish motives for bringing you here.” Hadrian began as he stood in front of them, towering over both girls.

Astoria snorted. “No offense, my prince, but that seems obvious.”

Hadrian once more looked embarrassed. “Does it?”

Daphne took the lead. “We understand politics, my Lord. You’re to reclaim your throne, and Malfoy is one of the biggest threats you face. By kidnapping me, you prevent them from taking over the full resources of House Greengrass. Or-” Daphne swallowed, hoping beyond hope this wasn’t the case but bracing herself for the possibility. “You could raise a hefty sum by ransoming us off.”

Hadrian looked offended. He stepped forward and grabbed onto Daphne’s hand. Daphne’s breath hitched, and she gazed up into his smoldering emerald green eyes. “I would never do such a thing. I do what I must out of necessity, but I am the rightful king, I would never put a lady of your standing up for ransom.”

“But you would kidnap us in our knickers.” Astoria quipped, unable to help herself.

Daphne shot her sister a withering glare, and Astoria shrugged as she took a step forward and grabbed onto Hadrian’s other hand.

Hadrian looked down at the younger girl’s honey brown eyes, finding himself blushing at the forwardness he found in them. He decided to power on through his speech.

“I do need help to execute my war against the magnates. While my followers and I are powerful, our numbers are low, and I know there are some warlocks in this kingdom that wield terrible power for themselves,” his eyes darkened, as it was clear he was thinking about one warlock in particular. “The reason I took you was in part to keep you away from Malfoy. But also, because I’ve heard of the Greengrass Emerald.”

Daphne’s hand suddenly shot up to her chest protectively, her eyes becoming the slightest bit guarded as she looked at the dark-haired teen. “You’ve heard of the emerald?”

He nodded.

“And what do you wish to do with it?” Daphne asked suspiciously.

Literacy had never been widespread in the British Isles, even back when the Romans had conquered them. After the retreat of the latins and the invasion of the Saxons and the Jutes many moons ago, literacy had been practically non-existent. At the same time, the first prominent families post-Rome had begun to rise, and they needed a way to catalogue their family magics. Secret spells and potions, magical knowledge that was viciously guarded by the lords of the family, affinities for obscure magics that were impossible for anyone outside of the family to wield. All of that and more needed to be contained somewhere.

And so, the old families began to create artefacts. Devices that were nigh-indestructible, made up of priceless gems and metals, and that contained within them the entirety of the family’s magic.

Daphne and Astoria had been taught to guard their family magic with their lives. While it was expected for Daphne to share it with her husband once wed, she was still capable of denying such a request, though once she bore an heir, she was compelled by magic to pass it down to her child.

“If you know about the emerald, then you know the gravity of what you’re asking me.” Daphne said.

Hadrian nodded soberly. “I understand. It is a grave request, but to reconquer the kingdom, I am willing to do what it takes,”  his eyes held an intensity in them, a deep fire that made Daphne’s heart skip a beat. “I would not keep it for myself. This sword of mine-” Hadrian pointed at the sword of Gryffindor, which was in its scabbard, leaning against a wall. “Burns with an awesome power. The sword is able to absorb all magic that it is exposed to and make it its own. No matter the spell, poison or type of magic, the sword will assimilate it.”

“So your sword would take our family magic, and you would use it for yourself?” Astoria asked, more than a little indignation seeping into her voice.

Hadrian shook his head. “The sword has another power. A more useful one, I’d say. Just as it can absorb, it can also impart. I can grant any portion of the powers the sword holds to others. This is much more useful, since a sword with a thousand abilities will mean nothing if I can wield only one at a time.”

“So you will impart our magic to one of your men?” Daphne asked, not sure how that revelation was supposed to make her feel better about parting with her family’s greatest treasure. She may not love her father, but she would never betray the memory of her mother by giving her family magic away to be used by some soldier.

Hadrian looked a bit distressed now, as if they weren’t understanding him. “No! I would never!” He waved his hands in front of himself, and the girls couldn’t help but think of how cute he looked, such a big, strong man, looking flustered. “It is your family magic. I would impart it upon you. And then…I would ask you to fight by my side.”

Daphne’s mouth hung open, while Astoria looked excited. Was Hadrian really offering them that? To think that he would let a woman fight. Daphne thought of herself engaging in battle, it was a scandalous idea, especially for a lady of her station. And yet…she felt a sudden rush at the thought.

“And what if we don’t accept?” Astoria asked.

Hadrian sighed. “Then, I will bother you no further. You may stay in my camp, or I will take you to the nearest village so that Lord Malfoy may find you.”

Daphne and Astoria shared a final look, and it took only a few seconds of silent conversation for both girls to realise they were on the same page.

Daphne took a deep breath, she was about to leap over a precipice, and she couldn’t help but feel excitement. “There are two complications, my Lord.”

“Call me Hadrian.” He responded. “Go on.”

“Firstly, I would love to help you, I have no love for the way the barons, my father included, have plunged the kingdom into fractious chaos. But, I can only share my family magics with my lord husband. I hope you understand.”

Hadrian looked crestfallen, but as he looked into Daphne’s eyes, he picked up on the glint they held, the way her mouth was quivering as she silently nudged him to understand what she wanted, what she couldn’t articulate as a lady.

Hadrian’s mouth opened. He looked tentative, waging an internal debate before deciding to take a leap of faith. He knelt on the floor in front of her, taking both her hands in his own, “I…It would be an honour to make you my wife.”

Daphne’s heart began thumping hard as she was unable to contain the smile that grew on her face. She had known him for mere moments, but her body had sung for him in a way she had never felt before. She knew the path he led was dangerous, but she found that she didn’t care, she would happily be by his side, helping him pacify the realm, over being caged by the Malfoys.

“There is a second complication.” Daphne continued.

Hadrian sent her a questioning look. Daphne pulled one of her hands away from his, digging under her nightclothes, a move that was being mirrored by her sister.

Astoria and Daphne both pulled out the gold pendants that they always kept so near and dear to their person. To Hadrian’s shock, he saw that at the end of each pendant, there was a small glint of green.

Two halves of the emerald.

“Mother ordered it to be so before she passed.” Daphne explained as the sisters fiddled with their pendants nervously, “The family magics have been split in half. So you see, if you want to unite them…” Daphne let her words hang in the air.

His eyes widened. He glanced between both sisters, who gave him nothing but expectant looks.

Hadrian stood up, once more reminding them just how much bigger he was than them.

With his free hand, he grabbed onto Astoria’s wrist, pulling the younger sister closer. “I would be honoured to make such beautiful maidens my wives.”

The two girls beamed at him, and the energy in the room became positively charged, a powder keg waiting for a lit match.

Astoria provided that match. She leapt at Hadrian, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss, her maiden's kiss, onto his lips.

Hadrian was taken slightly aback, catching the smaller girl and inadvertently getting a handful of her tight little bum as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He looked hesitant to kiss back until Daphne decided to be bold, pressing herself up against his side, shuddering as she felt his well muscled torso against her soft body.

Hadrian returned the kiss, and Daphne slowly guided him backward until sat down on the bed with Astoria falling on his lap. Her nightshirt rode up, revealing a pert bum covered by a pair of silver knickers.

Already, Daphne could see the tent forming under Astoria, lifting her younger sister up.

Hadrian broke the kiss, his eyes darkening as he tried to hold back the beast that was roaring within him, if only long enough to confirm the sister's desire.

"Do you wish to form the marriage…under the old ways?" He asked, unsure if he would be able to hold himself back if they denied him.

Daphne grabbed onto his face and pressed a deep, loving kiss on his lips, the second maiden's kiss that he'd taken, pressing her more developed body against his own. Hadrian felt her breasts, much larger than her thin frame should allow, and he knew there would be no turning back now.

Hadrian let out a low growl as he took charge, pushing his tongue against Daphne's lips. The blonde gasped, allowing him access into her mouth, which he plunged for pleasure as his tongue duelled with hers.

Meanwhile, he pushed his hardness against Astoria, who moaned as she began grinding her crotch against Harrisson, desperate to extract every inch of pleasure she could from their contact.

Hadrian suddenly burst up, throwing Astoria off his lap as he forcefully made Daphne kneel on the floor.

The sisters looked frightened and excited as they saw the man, who had so far been nothing but polite, look at them with animalistic lust.

He made a downward motion with his hand, and their night clothes and knickers were torn off their bodies. Such a display of magic left both sisters drenched as their naked bodies were exposed to their soon to be Lord Husband.

Hadrian observed the girl with growing lust. Astoria had an underdeveloped, almost flat chest, though the curve of her ass was prominent from his view. Her body was lithe, and she had a gorgeous, impish face, with her long honey-brown hair and light brown eyes completing a package of overwhelming cuteness. Cuteness that made his cock twitch in need.

Daphne, despite being only a year older than her sister, was certainly a woman. She had large, full breasts, with light pink areolas and perfect little nipples that were hardening to a point. The rest of her body did not yet have the full curves of a mature woman, but she would still put most grown women to shame with her perfect figure. Her creamy skin was unblemished, her long blonde hair was perfectly sleek and reminded Hadrian of those old tales of fair maidens with the golden hair. Her eyes were deep sapphires, and her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

They were looking up at him, with those doe eyes, waiting for him to dictate the pace.

Hadrian flexed, sending just a tinge of magic through his muscles.

His pants expanded outward until they tore completely, falling away into dozens of tiny shreds.

The sister's mouths fell open as they gazed upon his cock.

It was a sword all of its own. A thick, long and turgid slab of man meat that looked more at home on a beast than a man. It was drooling, and it unleashed a musk so powerful it made the girl's knees buckle.

Hadrian gave them a moment to marvel at his magnificent cock before he grabbed Astoria by the head. The young girl opened her mouth, perhaps to ask about his intentions, when he made his intentions quite clear.

He shoved his massive tool into her tiny little mouth, which struggled mightily to take anything past his crown.

But Hadrian needed this, he needed to fuck Astoria's innocent little face, he needed to pound her throat dry.

And so, he pushed onward, right up until the girl could take no more, one third of his cock lodged down her throat.

Daphne couldn't help it anymore. She leaned forward, pressing her face against his muscular thigh and placing a loving kiss on it. As Hadrian began to move and fuck Astoria's face, Daphne cupped one of his massive balls before taking it into her mouth.

Astoria looked up at him with teary but loving eyes as she let him fuck her throat, doing her best to take his cock even as she struggled to breathe.

Daphne ran her tongue all around his sack before moving up to his shaft, kissing and licking where Astoria's mouth was unable to reach.

Hadrian gripped both girl's heads. He had not gone out tonight in search of wives, but he felt no regrets as he gazed down on the two gorgeous girls that were to be his queens when he retook the realm.

He let any thoughts of conquest and conflict drift away, focusing instead of the carnal pleasures the sisters were giving him.

He finally pulled out of poor Astoria's throat as the girl's face was turning purple. With his cock free, Daphne quickly grabbed it with her hand, which was unable to encircle the entire shaft. She pumped his cock, moving her tongue up to begin licking at his sensitive crown.

Astoria soon joined her sister, and Hadrian was treated to the most amazing sight of his young life as two beautiful girls shared his cock. They licked either side of his head, with Daphne then dragging her tongue down the side of his shaft before returning back up top, where her sister’s tongue was ready to meet her.

Hadrian groaned as the two Greengrass sisters shared a french kiss around his cock, lips and tongues meeting sloppily around the thick crown of his member. Astoria reached up and groped her older sister’s full breasts, something which elicited a gasp from Daphne, but led her to return the favour, placing her hand over her younger sister’s budding chest and tweaking her nipples.

Hadrian felt his balls churn as he witnessed the scene in front of him. The tongues around his cock were lovely, and he was sure they would bring him to orgasm soon.

But he wanted to consummate the marriage, to claim these girls as his, to make sure that no one, especially not Malfoy, could try to take them away from him.

Daphne and Astoria squealed as they were suddenly lifted off the ground. Hadrian carried a sister under each arm, tossing them each onto the bed, with Astoria landing on top of Daphne as they ended up facing away from him, legs spread and sopping pussies lined up one above the other.

They felt the weight shift as Hadrian’s large frame knelt down. They craned their heads to see their lord husband tugging at his monstrous cock, looking at them with naked, animalistic lust and need.

“Please, husband.” Astoria wiggled her bum, rubbing her pussy against Daphne’s in the process, causing their combined juices to begin meshing together and leak down Daphne’s thighs and onto the bed. “Will you please claim your beautiful little wives?”

Hadrian growled. He surged forward, and Daphne couldn’t help but wince in anticipation of such a large shaft impaling her virgin pussy.

And it was Daphne who was penetrated first. Hadrian’s cock, flying true like an arrow, spread her sopping lips, stretching the flesh of her entrance in an almost grotesque display as he plunged his cock into his wife’s cunt.

Daphne moaned loudly. She felt a sharp jab of pain followed by a much larger flood of pleasure, pleasure from being filled with her husband’s cock, as well as pleasure as she felt the old magics listen to their intent. The moment of penetration worked as a seal, a seal that bound two souls together for eternity, in a ceremony that was much more profound than the common marriage that was practised in modern times.

Hadrian and Daphne were married, and they were filled with an overwhelming pleasure as his cock filled her cunt, stretching her to her limits and making her eyes roll back.

They basked in the moment for a second, an overwhelming sense of love mixed in with the pungent scent of sex that now filled the air.

Hadrian pulled back, groaning as Daphne’s sweet little pussy was doing its best to fulfil its duty of milking her husband for his seed.

Finally, he pulled out completely, both of their centres crying in loss.

He lined himself with Astoria, pressing his head now against her painfully tight entrance.

Astoria squeezed her eyes shut. Daphne grabbed her sister’s head, and when Astoria opened her eyes to look at her, Daphne kissed her, as lovingly and as deeply as she had kissed Hadrian earlier.

Hadrian rubbed his crown around her entrance, trying to lubricate it as much as possible in preparation. Once satisfied, he spread her lips with his fingers, his mouth watering at the sight of her pretty little quim staring up at him.

He pushed into her, keeping a constant pressure, not wanting to stop at any point.

Somehow, someway, his cock began sliding into Astoria’s tiny body.

The girl trembled as she was filled, her body shaking with each tortuous inch of man-meat that Hadrian pushed into her. Astoria felt no pain in her penetration, with the constant, slow dragging pleasure causing the tearing her hymen to be but a blip as her body was racked with electric shocks. She stopped responding to Daphne’s kiss as all she could do was let her body be swept away by the consistent jolt of lightning as Hadrian sank into her.

Finally, Hadrian bottomed out with half his cock still to go. He felt the same overwhelming sense of warmth as he knew that he was now married to Astoria as well. Both sisters were bound to him, never to leave his side.

He waited slightly longer than he had with Daphne for Astoria to adjust to his size. His cock was breathing inside her tight little cunt, which was fluttering around him as the girl’s thighs were still twitching involuntarily every few seconds.

Daphne had broken off the kiss, pressing Astoria’s head against her neck as she looked up lovingly at her lord husband.

Hadrian couldn’t wait any longer.

He pulled out of Astoria, and her body rumbled as his tool made her insides squirm. There was a sudden, strong twitch of her body, a loud gasp muffled by her older sister’s neck and a sudden flush of wetness that drenched both Daphne’s pussy and Hadrian’s balls.

“Tory.” Daphne cooed into her sister’s ear as the girl shuddered. “Do you just orgasm?”

The girl’s face was red, and she mumbled unintelligible words into her sister’s neck.

The scene almost made Hadrian explode right then and there.

He finally pulled out of Astoria’s tightness, which began flooding the bed with her juices. Hadrian would have loved to just stare at the sight, but his cock was burning with need, and he had another wife that he needed to fuck.

Daphne yelped as Hadrian pushed into her. With Astoria still recovering from her orgasm, it fell on Daphne to take all of her husband’s lust, and she soon found that it was almost bottomless.

Hadrian fucked into Daphne’s pussy, finding the sensation of it to be the most heavenly feeling on earth. He started off slow, but soon his pace quickened, and his wife was soon moaning and gasping with each thrust as her breasts bounced against her sister’s chest.

Hadrian sawed into her wetness, his meat spreading her wide as he punched against her womb with each thrust. After one particularly mighty thrust, he pulled back completely, pulling all the way out of Daphne’s cunt and once more adjusting slightly to plunge right back into Astoria’s still aching little pussy,

“MERLIN!” Astoria shrieked as her husband fucked her once more. Her orgasms had just begun to recede when Hadrian’s cock brought it roaring back to life.

Hadrian began to alternate, fucking each of his wive’s pussies with deep, powerful thrusts that left them reeling. Daphne soon came as well, and he continued pounding the two sisters, keeping them in loop, where the moment their orgasm began to die down he would fill them up with cock, reigniting the flame and causing them to explode all over again.

Soon, both sisters were nothing but a slobbering mess, their mouths hanging open as they just held onto each other as Hadrian could hold back no longer. It was Daphne whom he was sheathed in when he knew his balls could churn no more, and it was her who received the full blast of his thick, virile seed as he exploded inside of her welcoming quim.

Astoria fell off her sister as Daphne trembled, with Hadrian’s cock twitching mightily inside of her and filling her up with his essence.

Finally, when his orgasm finally receded. Hadrian pulled out his still semi-stiff cock out of Daphne’s battered cunt.

He wrapped the catatonic girl’s in his arms, covering them with the furs as they snuggled up to his sides.

As Hedwig’s light was finally snuffed out, with the white orb turning midnight black and plunging the room into darkness, Hadrian couldn’t help but feel content. The girl’s hands subconsciously went to grab at his cock, and as their tiny hands squeezed his still semi-stiff member, Hadrian let himself drift off to sleep.

There would be many questions tomorrow. He would need to introduce the girls to Nymphadora, though the fact that he had bedded both sisters would surely help smooth over that situation.

Sirius and Remus would be apoplectic, even if his decision had turned out for the best. He needed to begin taking charge of this campaign, to show them he was no longer a child, but a man, a man that would retake his kingdom.

And he would take the fight to them, he would take them all down. Malfoy and the other barons, and no matter what, he would gain power, power enough to take down that arch-warlock. Power enough to defeat the power behind the throne, the nexus of all these manipulations.

He would defeat High-Priest Dumbledore, if it was the last thing he did.