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January 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Daphne/Harry & Harry/Astoria - Stopping A Wedding
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Daphne sighed to herself for the umpteenth that day. She still couldn’t believe she was going through this insane plan of hers, but she didn’t have much of a choice. Everything she’d tried up until now had failed, and the wedding was barely more than a couple of weeks away. She needed to act soon, and her options were becoming limited.
The Auror Department wasn’t the type of place Daphne wanted to visit, but it was the easiest place to find Harry Potter.
She strode into the cavernous room with her head held high. Rows upon rows of desks sat with Aurors and support workers stationed at them while offices lined the walls. Several pairs of eyes landed on her. Some lingered, undoubtedly taking a moment to admire her natural beauty. It was hard to ignore the fact that her blond hair, cute nose, and plump lips were the essence of perfection. Sometimes it served her well to be so beautiful; other times, it was a hindrance.
Hopefully it would be the former today.
Daphne bypassed the people who were queued up to speak to the receptionist and instead sought out one of the men who’d been eyeing her up. He was young man, perhaps a couple years younger than herself. He might have been a Hogwarts student and had admired her from afar back then. He looked to be a part of the support staff here, someone who spent their days preparing documents, running supplies around the building, and attending endless meetings.
“Hello,” Daphne said to him with a charming smile on her lips. She was glad that she’d applied a light dusting of blush to her cheeks today because she saw the way his eyes roamed all over her pretty face.
“Hi,” he replied all too eagerly. The documents he’d been carrying in his hands were quickly forgotten as he lowered them to his side. “Is there something you need?”
He sounded so hopeful, like performing a favour for her would actually be for his benefit.
“I’m actually here for a meeting with Harry Potter,” Daphne said as she leaned in close to the man. Her voice was low and she spoke in a conspiratorial tone, like this meeting was something people weren’t supposed to know about. It was one of her favourite tricks to use because it made people feel special and therefore more likely to help her out. “But I don’t know where his office is. Do you think you could escort me there?”
“Of course,” the man nodded excitedly. But then he glanced down at the papers in his hands, and Daphne saw a look of hesitation cross his face.
“I’d really appreciate it,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. “This place is so confusing. It’s a wonder how you manage to find anything around here.”
Daphne wondered if any woman was ever being genuine when they acted stupidly like this, but she sadly knew that it was likely that there were probably a few of them out there. What was worse was how many men fell for that ploy so easily.
“It’s not that hard once you get used to it,” the man smiled, subtly puffing out his chest a bit. “Just follow me; I was heading that way anyways.”
Daphne took his arm—something that he very much seemed to enjoy—and he led Daphne through the Auror Department, acting like a tour guide all the while. Daphne pretended to be interested in his words, but really, she just needed to see Harry. Still, that didn’t stop her from clinging to him like a needy woman to get what she wanted.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long before the man had led her right to Harry’s office. It was deeper in the department than Daphne would have expected for a hero of his calibre, but she supposed that it might be better this way to prevent dozens of reporters from camping out in the reception area in the hopes of snapping a quick photo of the man.
“Thank you so much,” Daphne gushed, cutting the man off in the middle of his rambling sentence about the other offices nearby Harry’s.
“Right,” he nodded as he tried to regain his focus. “I… err, was wondering if you’d maybe like to—”
Daphne knocked sharply on the door to Harry’s office, and there was an immediate response.
“Come in!”
Daphne quickly opened the door and stepped inside without so much as a goodbye to the man who’d helped her get here. She closed the door quickly and turned to face the man she was here to see.
If Harry was surprised to see her show up in her office, he didn’t show it. Truthfully, Daphne wasn’t even sure if he knew who she was. Although they’d been in the same year together at Hogwarts, Harry always seemed to be caught up in his own world. It was understandable, of course, especially given the public revelations about Voldemort’s machinations over the years. It wasn’t until after Hogwarts that Harry really started to branch out outside of his core group of friends, but by then, Daphne had moved on to focusing on her family’s business.
He dropped the parchment he’d been reading back onto his desk and looked up at her with his gorgeous green eyes. It was a wonder how he managed to remain single for so long when he could give a witch one smouldering look and melt all of their defences.
“Yes?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Pardon the intrusion,” Daphne said as she slipped into one of the two chairs that sat across from Harry’s desk. He must have quite a few guests to just leave these chairs here full time, but being a Senior Auror must keep him busy with plenty of meetings. “I was hoping I could talk to you, Mr Potter.”
Harry snorted lightly. “It’s Mr Potter now, is it? I still never get used to anyone from back at Hogwarts calling me that.”
Ah, so he did remember her.
“We never spoke much, so I didn’t want to assume that you remembered me,” Daphne replied demurely. “But now that we have that out of the way, do you think you could spare a moment of your time to speak with me?”
“Well, if you’ve gone to all the trouble of avoiding our receptionist and booking a meeting with me, I suppose this must be important,” Harry cracked a wry grin. “Go on then. What’s this all about?”
This was where she had to make her case, and there was only one way she knew she was going to get his attention.
“It’s about Draco Malfoy,” Daphne answered.
Try as he might to retain a neutral expression, Daphne didn’t miss the slight crack in Harry’s armour at the mention of his old nemesis’ name. Everyone knew that the two of them hated each other throughout their time at Hogwarts, and despite a brief cooling of tensions at the war’s end, things had flared up in recent years after Harry had led a raid on Malfoy Manor to cleanse it of dark artefacts. Now, Draco and Harry were back to their old games again.
Naturally, Harry had no way of knowing what her request was going to be about, so he could only assume based on what information he had.
“If this is about his illegal importation of smuggled goods from Belgium, I already know about it,” Harry told her.
“It’s not quite about that,” Daphne replied cryptically. Internally though, she was cursing Draco’s foolishness for letting that slip out so easily. She’d been hoping to use it as a bargaining chip to get Harry onto her side.
“Then what is it about?” Harry asked.
“It’s about him and my sister’s wedding,” Daphne finally told him.
Harry blinked in surprise. “Their wedding?” He repeated. “What’s that got to do with me?”
“My sister fell head over heels for Draco years ago, but lately, she’s begun to see him for who he truly is,” Daphne explained. “Draco’s never going to move past his family’s legacy of being horrible, bigoted, immoral people, and I don’t want her getting involved in that lifestyle.”
“Then convince her to call off the marriage,” Harry said, pointing out the obvious solution to the problem.
“She doesn’t want to,” Daphne growled quietly in frustration. “Draco’s been trying to convince that he’ll change, but we both know that’s a load of bollocks. He’ll keep on being an arse, and she’ll have to deal with the fallout. I don’t want to see my sister get hurt like that. She deserves better, but nothing I’ve done has been able to convince her to leave him.”
“Then why have you come to me?” Harry asked. “If she won’t listen to you, what hope do I have that she’ll change.”
“You know Draco’s dark side better than almost anyone else,” Daphne argued. “You have the evidence to back it up too. If there’s anyone out there who can prove to Astoria that Draco won’t change, it’s you.”
“Even if that is true—and I have my doubts,” Harry said, “—why would I even want to bother with this? I’m a busy man. I don’t have the time to go out and try to police your sister’s love life.”
Daphne knew it’d come down to this eventually. Even if Harry was the kind, caring man everyone said he was, no one did things like this for free. She had to make it worth his while, and that was why she came prepared.
“I have documents proving Draco’s culpability in over a dozen crimes,” Daphne told him. “Even ones that the Auror Department hasn’t noticed yet.”
“Why didn’t you show your sister these to get her to leave Draco?” Harry asked.
“I did,” Daphne emphasised. “But she didn’t want to listen to me. Our relationship has been… strained since I’ve tried to get her to break things off with him.”
Harry hummed and paused in thought. Daphne could see the wheels turning in his mind. These documents could be what he finally needed to lock Draco up for good, as long as the Wizengamot finally let a conviction stick against that blond-haired idiot.
“I’ll do it,” Harry finally said. “I’ll convince her to not marry Draco, but I want the documents first.”
“You’ll only get the ones for the crimes the Auror Department already knows about,” Daphne countered. “You’ll get the rest if you manage to convince my sister to call her wedding off.”
“When is it?”
“In a little over two weeks from today.”
“That’s not much time.”
“Somehow, I think you’ll manage.”
Harry looked like he was literally chewing on the thought as he worked his jaw around. “Okay, deal.”
Daphne lit up internally with happiness. Finally, things were going to be looking up for her and her family. Once Astoria was away from Draco’s negative influence, she’d be able to find a much better match for her. Somehow who’d treat her right.
She already had the documents on hand, so she carefully reached inside of her robes and pulled them out before dropping them onto Harry’s desk. He collected them into a neat pile.
“It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Harry,” Daphne told him as she got to her feet. “In case it helps you, my sister doesn’t work, but you’ll usually find her shopping around Diagon Alley in the afternoons.”
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Perhaps Daphne had been expecting too much when she’d asked for Harry’s help. In the last two weeks, she hadn’t heard her sister mention Harry’s name even once. Surely even a brief chat with the man who’d saved the wizarding world was worthy of a mention over the meals they shared together. At this point, it seemed likely that Harry had just taken the documents she’d given him and used them to further support his pending cases against Draco and decided that the extra effort of dealing with Daphne’s issue wasn’t worth the hassle.
Draco and Astoria’s wedding was still on. Daphne had spent the entire previous night fuming over it as she handled the last minute preparations for the grand event. Draco had insisted on a fancy wedding with nearly two-hundred guests in attendance. They were mostly business contacts, both legitimate and illegitimate, and important people within the British Ministry and Wizengamot that Draco wanted there. It was the exact opposite of the private, intimate wedding that Astoria had always dreamt about.
Well, Daphne supposed there was no changing things now. The ceremony was set to begin in an hour, and the only option Daphne had left was to try to convince Astoria to leave Draco at the last possible minute. Even though she’d already started to show signs of reservations in marrying Draco, Astoria was too caught up in the sunk-cost fallacy to actually leave him.
Daphne climbed the familiar staircase in her home, Greengrass Manor to reach the upper floors. Astoria was in her bedroom getting the final touches put on for the ceremony. Daphne was sure that their house-elf, Hobsy, would do a brilliant job fixing Astoria’s makeup like always, but the wedding dress was too delicate for Hobsy to handle—elf magic didn’t always mesh perfectly with the carefully-laid charms that went into clothing. Daphne wanted to double check that Astoria’s dress was still in perfect condition; even if she disapproved of the wedding, Daphne was at least going to try to make things as perfect as she could for her sister.
It was quiet up here. The only sound came from the clacking of Daphne’s heels along the marble floor. Daphne was used to the quiet here, so she didn’t think anything about it as she approached the door to Astoria’s bedroom.
“Are you almost ready, Astoria?” Daphne asked as she opened the door, but her words were drowned out by the screams of her sister as she bounced wildly on Harry Potter’s cock.
It was so surreal that it looked like a scene out of a dream. Harry Potter was completely naked on Astoria’s bed. He was just sitting down casually at the edge of it with his feet planted on the floor and his hands keeping Astoria’s wedding dress bunched around her waist. The delicate fabric was all scrunched up and ruined with what were clearly cum stains all over it. And yet, despite her most important dream of becoming a bride one day, Astoria didn’t seem to care in the slightest. In fact, she seemed to revel in the depravity of it all.
Astoria’s long, brown curls bounced around her face as she rode Harry’s cock up and down. Her perky breasts were out on full display, jiggling as well. She was covered with a nice sheen of sweat that told Daphne that they’d been fucking for more than just a few minutes now.
But what really drew Daphne’s gaze in was what was between Astoria’s thighs.
Like most girls in her year at Hogwarts, she’d had a fantasy or two about getting together with Harry. Those fantasies only grew after the war, especially after rumours began to swirl through the press that Harry had become a womaniser, taking a different woman to bed each night. Nothing was ever confirmed, but the sight of Astoria and Harry together like this confirmed it in Daphne’s mind.
And the fact that Astoria got to have that massive cock in her pussy instead of Daphne made her jealous.
It shocked Daphne to realise that jealousy was indeed what she was feeling right now. While she’d had her fair share of partners in the past, none had been able to meet her standards in the bedroom. Some had been decent-enough lovers in their own right, but no one had the cock that she dreamt of.
But Harry Potter did.
He didn’t even seem bothered about being caught by her. “Close the door, would you?” He asked with a lazy grin on his lips.
Finally, Daphne’s mind snapped back into place.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Daphne hissed at them as she slammed the door closed behind her.
“Putting a stop to the wedding, just like you wanted,” Harry told Daphne pointedly.
Daphne was taken aback. “I wanted you to convince her to not marry that pompous git, not…”
“Fuck her?” Harry suggested smugly.
Daphne glowered at him, but then she turned her attention to Astoria. “Can you seriously stop fucking him for just a second here?”
“Can’t,” Astoria whimpered out as she slammed down on Harry’s cock again. “Too good.”
“What the hell did you do to her?” Daphne snapped at Harry. There was no way this was Astoria. Astoria was a sweet, quiet woman who would never behave like this in front of Daphne.
“Nothing nefarious, I can assure you that,” Harry answered her. “I simply showed her that there were better things in life than being stuck pumping out kids for Malfoy. Go on and tell your sister how we ended up like this.”
“Harry invited me out to lunch,” Astoria moaned loudly as she dropped all the way down onto his cock. She rocked her hips around, and Daphne swore that she could see a slight bulge on her belly from where Harry’s cock was poking her insides. “And we talked a lot. He told me a lot about Draco and he convinced me to meet up with him again.”
“Did you know that she’d never been out to eat in the muggle side of London before?” Harry asked Daphne. “There are so many wonderful restaurants out there that you’re just missing out on.”
“He took me out for supper a few times before we ended up back at a hotel,” Astoria admitted with an almost guilty look, but it faded quickly as another burst of pleasure coursed through her as she bounced on Harry’s cock again. “Draco was never good in bed like Harry was, and Harry told me he’d treat me right.”
“And have I?” Harry asked as one of his hands snaked around Astoria’s front. He reached down and applied just the lightest touch to Astoria’s clit, and she immediately squealed out in pleasure.
“Yes!” Astoria shouted. “Merlin, yes! You’re perfect! Oh fuck… Harry… I’m—”
Daphne watched, frozen in shock, as Astoria came on Harry Potter’s cock. There was nothing on Astoria’s face but pure, unadulterated lust as she cried out. Her body thrashed around, and not once did Harry stop playing with her clit.
Astoria gasped for breath as she finally came down from her orgasm. Her body was limp as she leaned back against Harry, and he just wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close against him.
“I don’t want to marry Draco,” Astoria finally admitted after several seconds.
“Told you I could do it,” Harry gloated at Daphne.
A mixture of rage, satisfaction, and desire shot through Daphne. Harry had done exactly what she wanted, but Daphne had never imagined the way he’d go about it. It made her angry, feeling like she was outplayed at a game that she didn’t even know existed. But her eyes couldn’t leave Harry’s thick cock. Her brain populated her mind with images of what he could do to her with it, and her body was reacting accordingly.
“You know, Daphne, Dunn told me what a tease you were back at the office,” Harry said suddenly.
Dunn? She didn’t know a Dunn.
Obviously, her confusion showed on her face, because Harry clued her in quickly.
“He was the guy you flirted with to get shown to my office,” Harry explained. “He said that you were all over him until you got to me.”
Daphne wouldn’t say that she was all over him; sure, she’d flirted with him a bit to get her way, but it wasn’t that serious.
“Did you really do that, Daphne?” Astoria asked in a dazed tone. Evidently, her orgasm had scrambled her brain a bit.
“I needed to talk to Harry,” Daphne answered, expecting that it would suffice as an explanation.
Harry tsked at her. “I’d expect a pure-blood witch like you to have better manners than that.”
Something irked Daphne about the way he said that. “My manners are impeccable.”
“Really?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, I don’t see why your opinion should matter to me,” Daphne huffed at him. “Your just a brute who fucked my sister and—”
“—And you wish I’d fucked you instead,” Harry interrupted her. “Isn’t that right?”
Daphne was too stunned to speak. How in the hell did he come to that conclusion? And how did he know exactly what she’d been thinking moments ago?
“Up you go,” Harry murmured softly to Astoria as he lifted her off of his cock. She seemed upset about the loss of contact, but Harry set her down on the bed next to him anyway. His cock was still hard and fully covered in Astoria’s juices. It looked even longer and thicker than Daphne had thought it was now that it was completely free of Astoria’s pussy.
Harry caught her staring at his cock again, but he didn’t shy away from her gaze. In fact, he just got to his feet and took a couple steps closer towards her so that she could have a better look.
“Dunn is owed an apology,” Harry told her frankly. “I think you should give him one.”
Daphne bristled at his words, doing her best to keep her gaze on his face instead of his cock. “And why should I bother to do that?”
“Because if you want me to fuck you, it’s part of the deal,” Harry told her bluntly.
Daphne couldn’t help but bite her lip in thought. Her body wanted what it wanted, and her mind was also telling her to give into what he wanted so that he would shag her.
But Daphne hated losing.
It was a war that waged internally within her mind as she debated what she was going to do. But, ultimately, her will couldn’t withstand her body’s demands. She knew what she had to do, and she would just have to put up with losing to Harry again.
“Fine,” Daphne finally said. “I’ll apologise to him.”
“Good girl,” Harry smiled at her.
For some reason, those words sent a thrill straight down Daphne’s spine. It was like a pleasurable jolt of electricity that went right down to her pussy and set all of her nerves alight. She wanted to hear him call her that again.
“In that case, I think we can make something happen between us,” Harry told Daphne. He looked her up and down hungrily before his gaze settled back on her face. “Why don’t you get down on your knees first.”
If Daphne had wondered how today was going to go, being down on her knees in front of Harry Potter wouldn’t have even been on the list. And yet here she was. Her panties were damp and her mouth was watering just from staring at the massive cock in front of her. She wanted to feel it stretching her pussy to its limits.
“Go on and be a good girl,” Harry grinned down at her. He pushed his hips forward slightly, and the tip of his cock hit her lips. “If you are, you’ll get the reward you want.”
“Fuck it,” Daphne mumbled under her breath. It felt demeaning giving into Harry like this, letting him win this game, but she wanted him badly enough to go along with what he wanted. And if he wanted her to suck his cock, she was going to give him the best blowjob of his life.
She parted her lipstick-covered lips wide and started forward carefully. He was bigger than she was used to, so she had to make sure to keep her teeth safely out of the way as she took Harry’s cock into her mouth. His pulsing hot shaft felt nice the second it touched her tongue, and she quickly sealed her lips around the shaft.
“That’s it,” Harry sighed happily.
Daphne had to use both of her hands to grab onto his shaft as she got used to having this thick piece of meat in her mouth. She really had to focus on breathing in through her nose, otherwise she would have choked on this cock.
Daphne sucked Harry’s cock enthusiastically. Her hands worked up and down the base of his shaft, stroking him nicely, while her mouth wet Harry’s cock with saliva and her tongue teased him. She bobbed her head up and down, but she struggled to move more than a few inches at a time. Normally, she had no trouble deepthroating her partner’s cock, but she couldn’t imagine trying it on Harry.
Still, even if she wasn’t up to her usual standards yet, Harry didn’t seem to mind. He was humming with approval and running his hand through her hair.
“You’re a pretty good cock sucker, aren’t you?” He cooed at her.
Yes, she was.
Suddenly, a flare of embarrassment went through Daphne as she realised what she’d just thought to herself. She was never the subservient one like this, but something about Harry just seemed to bring it out of her. She didn’t know if it was his presence, his cock, or just her horniness, but it was intoxicating all the same.
Daphne hollowed out her cheeks and redoubled her efforts. She pushed herself to her limits, taking Harry’s cock deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. She had to force her body to relax then, but thankfully, she held onto her control over herself.
Daphne tried to curl her tongue around Harry’s cock but found that she couldn’t quite manage it. So, she took turns swishing her tongue along either side of his shaft while she used one of her hands to cradle his balls in her hands. They felt heavy and large in her delicate hand, and she was careful as she gently toyed with them in her fingers.
Harry gave her a hum of approval. “Merlin, you must really want me to fuck you if you’re going all out like this.”
As if to prove his point, Daphne forced her head forward. Harry’s cock started to push into her throat, but Daphne realised instantly that she’d made a mistake. He was just too big to handle, and she started spluttering and choking on his cock.
Thankfully, Harry pulled his hips back just as Daphne started gasping for air.
“You’ll get better in time,” he told her. “After all, your sister did.”
Astoria gave her a coy smile as Daphne looked up. Just how many times had the two of them fucked?
“Well, I think it’s time we get on with the main course, don’t you?” Harry asked Daphne rhetorically.
He picked her up and threw her onto the bed like she barely weighed anything at all, which, Daphne quickly realised, turned her on more than she expected. Her dress robes were quickly hiked up to her waist and her panties were pulled to the side, exposing her pink pussy to the air. He grabbed her legs and pulled her right to the edge of the bed and then lifted her legs up against his shoulders.
With a casual air about him, he turned to Astoria. “You don’t mind if I fuck your sister on your bed, do you?”
“Not at all,” Astoria shook her head with a grin. “Show her just how good you feel.”
The heat between Daphne’s thighs was already feeling quite good, but she could scarcely imagine how much better it’d be with Harry’s cock plunging in and out of her needy pussy. His shaft was already sandwiched in between her thighs, and the sheer heat of it was delightful. All she needed was for him to bloody get on with it and give both of them what they wanted.
Only, as the seconds passed by, Harry wasn’t sticking his cock in her.
Daphne was staring up at him, and he was staring back down at her with a slight grin on his lips. It was like he knew what he was doing was torturous and he wanted her to give into him again.
This time, there was no pride holding her back. She wanted him, and she’d give him exactly what he wanted.
“Please, Harry,” Daphne begged. “Fuck me.”
“Now, those are some good manners,” he chuckled. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet. I do like it when my girls know how to ask politely for what they want, and it’s good girls like that who get rewarded.”
His words made Daphne light up in joy, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock pushing past her lower lips.
The feeling of being split in two was a sensation that Daphne never thought that she’d ever experience, but Harry’s cock felt like it was practically doing that. Her tight pussy was being stretched to its limits as he forced his way into her, and it felt simply perfect. She knew she’d be sore afterwards, but it would be the good kind of sore that reminded her of just how excellent the shag was.
He pushed deeper and deeper inside of her until Daphne swore that he couldn’t fit an inch more into her. Then, he pushed another couple of inches in, and Daphne found her actual breaking point. She could feel his cock inside of her so intensely. Every vein and every curve was perfectly moulding her walls to adjust to him. She’d never felt something like this from another man before, and she knew now that she couldn’t go back to anyone besides Harry.
“Do you feel this?” Harry asked as he placed a hand on her abdomen. His fingers trailed down towards her pussy as he applied a bit of pleasure, and realised that he was tracing the outline of his cock inside of her.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly, looking down at herself and trying to paint a mental image of what his cock looked like inside of her now.
“You’ll need to get used to it, because after today, both of you are mine.”
Daphne shivered in delight at the dominance that Harry was showing. Whenever anyone else had tried something like this with her, she’d always been far too happy to shut down their fantastical ideas. But it was different with Harry. Maybe she’d just needed the right wizard to come along to find true joy and excitement in something like this.
But even she couldn’t stop herself from one last quip.
“If you fuck me as good as you think you will, then I will be yours,” Daphne promised him.
Harry just grinned and pulled his hips back before slamming into her pussy.
Daphne screamed as Harry started fucking her. He was rough and bestial, but it felt too damn good for Daphne to suggest another alternative. Each thrust into her drove all of the air out of her lungs, and all she could do was lie there and take it. Harry had wrapped her arms around her legs to keep her perfectly in place at the edge of the bed so that she didn’t accidentally slide away from him. That ensured that each thrust made his cock hit the deepest points inside of her pussy.
Astoria seemed entranced as she watched Harry pound Daphne’s pussy. She’d obviously just been thoroughly fucked, but the more she watched, the more she seemed ready for a second round with Harry. Well, Daphne wasn’t going to let her jump back in until she was satisfied herself.
“Yes! Keep going!” Daphne cried out as she grabbed onto the bedsheets tightly. Even though she still had her dress robes on, she felt her breasts bounce out of the lacy bra she’d chosen to wear that morning. The neckline of her robes jostled around, and Harry roughly pulled her robes open to expose her perky breasts to the air.
The sight of her breasts bouncing as he fucked her seemed to spur Harry on to fuck her even faster than he already was. His hips were like pistons as he filled her up again and again, and Daphne felt knots of pleasure starting to form within her core. All it would take is one simple pull and they’d all suddenly unravel. The pure wonder at how powerful her orgasm would be from this handsome man pushed Daphne even closer to the edge than she already was.
Harry’s balls smacked off of Daphne’s arse as he rammed into her again. Daphne could feel how big and ready they were. She wasn’t on the potion since her most recent breakup, so if he came inside of her right now, there was the chance that she’d get pregnant.
Good, a part of herself thought. With a man like Harry, she at least knew that she’d always be well taken care of in the bedroom.
Harry’s masculine groan as Daphne’s pussy tightened up around him only increased her desire to have him cum inside of her. She felt her toes curl up and her eyes firmly shut as she imagined what it would be like having Harry Potter cum inside of her.
“Fuck,” Harry cursed, not stopping his incessant fucking.
Daphne felt pride that her body was making him curse like that, but she knew that she’d only be satisfied once he spilt his seed inside of her.
Thankfully, she could tell that he wasn’t far off from that time. His cock was throbbing as he slammed into her again, much like her walls were around him. He was close, but Daphne was closer.
“Harry!” She screamed as she felt an impossible heat rise up inside of her core. Everything went hazy for a moment as her entire body tensed up, and then it all released at once. She could feel her walls spasming around Harry’s cock, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. It all felt so perfect, but it all paled in comparison once she felt a hot, wet splatter inside of her pussy.
Daphne had been so caught up in her orgasm that she hadn’t realised that Harry had started to cum until the first spurt hit inside of her. Then the next spurt came, and the next, and Daphne began to feel full. With his cock stuffed all the way inside of her pussy, each explosion of cum was trapped in her womb. It felt so warm and blissful, and Daphne relished in the sensation until she stopped feeling Harry’s cock pulse inside of her.
There was a knock at the door, but no one moved to get it.
Daphne and Harry stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, both refusing to let the moment they’d just shared end.
Then came another knock at the door, and Harry groaned in annoyance. He pulled his hips back, and Daphne whined as his cock slid out of her. She quickly sat up and looked down at her abused pussy and watched as Harry’s thick, white cum came seeping out of her.
The door burst inward as Draco came in with a concerned call. “Astoria!” He shouted. “We were all calling for you and—”
He froze when he saw Harry, Astoria, and Daphne all on top of the bed, covered with sweat.
“Sorry, but I think the wedding’s off,” Harry shrugged at Draco.
This wedding might be off, but Daphne was already starting to plan another one in her mind.
Comments
jp9901
Great chapter
Joe Uchiha
Nothing more satisfying than Harry giving Draco his just desserts, especially by taking Astoria away from her. Considering the number of stories there are of Draco taking away Harry's girls, it's only fair we have more of Harry taking Draco's. Great one-shot. Hopefully no Draco stan takes this and turns it around for Draco to be the one taking away Harry's girl again. Looking forward to the next one.
