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The Grass Is Always Greener Chapter 27.
🕑 Added 2023-10-15 21:45:28 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Bondage, Spanking, Cum Play, Teasing, Anal, Multiple Orgasms.
Harry’s lips were on hers before she could react. Daphne moaned loudly and Harry took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue into the warm wetness of her mouth and fully claim her before he had even set foot inside their house. His hands shifted to her hips, fingers sinking into the soft skin and leaving angry red marks in their wake as he tightened his grip and gently pushed her inside the house. She acted on pure instinct and her tongue rose up to meet his. She dueled with him for what felt like an eternity, unwilling to submit without making her love earn it.
“Tonks!” Daphne gasped as Harry pulled away for air, a pretty blush coating her creamy cheeks. The pink-haired Auror smirked and winked at her before apparating away.
Harry grunted and stepped inside the house, using his foot to slam the door shut behind him. “We can invite her over some other time,” he murmured. His hands gently traced her curves and he grabbed the thin fabric of her gown, clearly intending to pull it over her head.
“No,” she whispered, placing her hand on his to stop him. The hour she had spent alone after getting ready had helped her realize she didn’t just want to go back to how things were. As good as her relationship with him had been, it was time for a change. For the better.
They needed it. Harry deserved it.
“I’ve been your friend for a long time. Your girlfriend for more than six months. Your princess for about the same time,” she said, freeing herself from his arms and taking a step backward. “And I don’t want to ever stop being those things. But I’d like to be your wife now, Harry Potter.”
Daphne grabbed the strap of his satchel and carefully tugged it over his head, pulling the bag away from him. She walked over to their couch and carefully placed it on the middle cushion, keeping it ready for when he had to leave for his lessons the next day.
“You once told me that you were dating me because you had no intention of being the perfect Pureblood wife,” Harry said, confused by her request.
“That it suited my sister much more than it did me. Yes, I know. And it’s true, I’ll probably be a shit wife. I know about the tea, Harry.”
“What about it?” Harry asked, feigning innocence.
Daphne tried and failed to appear stern. She giggled, a loving smile on her face. Her love was an idiot, but he was the kindest, nicest, hottest idiot in existence.
“You could have told me it was disgusting,” Daphne murmured. She reached out and took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I wouldn’t have minded. It’s not like it’s my recipe. It’s some herbal shit my mother and sister are crazy about.”
“It was perfect, princess.”
“Let me guess. Because I made it?”
Harry responded with a small smile.
Daphne snorted and rolled her eyes. “You’re disgustingly sappy, Mr. Potter.” She tugged on their enjoined hands and pulled into him the house, to the small room adjoining the kitchen that they had converted into a study.
“You’re the one who has a sweet tooth, Mrs. Potter,” Harry shot back teasingly.
No amount of lip-biting would have suppressed her needy gasp. She paused and clamped her thighs, furiously rocking on her feet to rub them together and provide some relief to her neglected pussy. A trickle of slickness leaked out of her core, tickling her skin as it ran down her leg.
“Daphne?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you cold? Do you want me to get your coat?”
Daphne realized they were still standing in the middle of the small room, right in front of the fireplace. The flames flickering behind the bronze grate flooded the room with warmth and soft orange light. The candles weren’t lit and the light from the fireplace didn’t reach the large desk placed in the far side of the room, which was shrouded in darkness.
“N-no,” Daphne stammered, breathing heavily. “I’m fine. Just got lost in my thoughts for a second.”
Daphne turned and faced him, her plump lips curved into a small smile. She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before speaking again.
“I really like the idea of being your wife even if we can’t have the actual wedding for some time.”
“Princess, we don’t have to.” He’d been delaying talk of marriage despite her mother’s excitement for precisely that reason. She had once told him she didn’t want to be shackled by marriage and he loved her enough to respect her choice. As much as he wanted her to be Daphne Potter, he wanted to be with her even more; no matter what form their relationship took. “You told me-”
“I know what I told you.” Daphne grabbed his other hand and threaded their fingers together before twisting her wrist so he could see the ring glinting on her ring finger. “And I’ll never be a traditional wife. I can’t do what my sister does. I’ll never spend hours in the kitchen coordinating the preparation of a ten-course meal for a dinner party. I definitely won’t be hosting tea parties where I gossip and pretend to like vapid assholes like Thornberry. And I won’t… I won’t be a silent pretty thing in a sexy dress you show off to your friends. I mean, that last part isn’t my sister either but I-”
“I don’t want you to do any of that,” Harry said softly, cutting her off. “I’d never force you to do something you hate just to be with me.”
“I know. That’s why I want to be your wife, Harry Potter. I… there’s so much I have in mind for us and the babies. I want to learn how to cook, not because I have to, but because I want to. I thought about asking Dobby to teach me but then I realized… maybe you could?” Daphne asked shyly.
“I’d love to teach you, princess,” Harry replied with a grin.
“You’re just excited about playing with whipped cream and fucking me on the dining table, aren’t you?” Daphne asked, her lips twitching.
“Actually I was thinking about that large wooden spoon and how it’d be perfect to spank you once I’ve bent you over the counter.”
“Sir!” Daphne whined. She pouted and peeked up at him through her thick eyelashes. “I’ve been so good. Why am I being punished?” She asked, batting her eyelashes.
Daphne did a happy little dance in her mind. Despite her fears and the anxiety that came with the start of a new chapter in their life, it was good to see that some things would never change.
She’d always be a brat, he’d never hesitate to punish her, and she’d try (and fail) to wriggle out of them.
“Mhmm. You have been good, haven’t you? Still, your bratty ass owes me nine months worth of punishments for keeping such a big secret from me, Mrs. Potter.”
“Nine months?!”
“If we’re being fair it should be eighteen since we are having twins.”
“Nine months is perfect,” Daphne said hastily, leaning up to kiss him.
“That’s… what, no argument?” Harry murmured against her lips. He gently nipped her lower lip, enjoying a sense of intimacy that had been absent from their relationship ever since that night in the graveyard.
“I’m trying to be a good wife,” Daphne replied teasingly as she pulled away. A thin trickle of drool connected their swollen lips and Daphne stayed far enough to be out of reach of his lips but not so far that the connection between them was broken. “A good wife respects her husband’s authority and takes his punishments like the perfect princess she is,” Daphne said with an impish smile.
Harry smirked. “Oh, you respect my authority, do you?”
“I always do.” Daphne leaned closer and rested her hands on his chest. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his ear, her soft, pillowy breasts pressing into his firm chest. Her hot breath tickled his skin as she whispered. “And then I respectfully disobey it.”
“Daphne.”
The low growl sent a shiver down her spine. Something in the pit of her belly awakened and Daphne whimpered as the wetness streaming down her thighs tickled her skin. The tangy aroma of her arousal filled the air around them.
“Yes, daddy?”
“Your husband’s come home after a long day of training. Do you want to spend the evening sassing him or taking care of him?”
Daphne whined. It was terribly unfair of him to pit two sides of her nature against each other.
In the end, however, the princess won out over the brat and Daphne pulled away from him with a pout.
“It’s a good thing I love you so much,” she muttered as she helped him out of his jacket. She carefully draped it over the back of a chair before leading Harry to the couch by the fireplace.
Once they were both seated she pulled his feet into her lap and began to unlace his shoes.
“Daphne, I was just teasing you,” Harry murmured.
“As was I,” Daphne replied with a grin. “I like this, Harry. You take care of me, I take care of you, that’s what marriage is, right?” She gently pulled his shoes and socks off his feet and placed them on the floor. She could see that he’d had a hard day from how tense he was. It killed her that she wasn’t able to take a more active role in the war but both of them had agreed that it wasn’t right to put their babies in danger by taking unnecessary risks.
“At least until those little terrors are born,” Harry said, gesturing at Daphne’s belly. “I have a feeling we’ll spend all our time after that trying to keep them out of trouble.” He relaxed as Daphne massaged his feet, the tension slowly seeping out of his body.
“It’s not their fault their father is Harry Potter and their godparents are George Weasley and Tracey Davis.”
“What about their mother?”
“Their mother isn’t going to be why they’re little terrors,” Daphne said haughtily even though a small smile played at the corner of her lips. “She’s an angel.”
“And what was this angel up to today?” Harry asked with a quiet chuckle.
“Well, I spent the afternoon with Tracey. She’s in town with Hermione, who, get this, misses Viktor!”
Was there anything more domestic than gossiping with one’s husband? Daphne didn’t think so.
“Didn’t they agree to break up and part as friends?”
“They did. But I guess I better send Hermione some of my furs because I have a feeling a trip to Oslo is in the cards for her. The Bulgarian team is training there for the summer,” Daphne smirked. “After she left I got busy with getting ready for you. In the morning I worked on our secret project.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Did you make any progress?”
“I did!” Daphne beamed. She got up and walked over to the bookshelves, tugging on the middle book on the lowermost shelf. The two halves of the bookcase shuddered and then parted to reveal the entrance hidden behind them.
Harry grunted as he pushed himself to his feet and walked over to study their kinkroom.
“Your parents won’t find out about this, right?”
“Nope. I made it unplotable. The book is charmed to only recognize our touch. All we have to do is remember to pack up before we leave for Hogwarts. I mostly worked on the furniture today.”
Harry looked around the room. It was shrouded in shadows, with a few red candles suspended in the air above them illuminating the room with their dim light. There was no bed yet but Daphne had installed the nightstands. Empty cabinets and racks lined three walls of the room. Manacles dangled from the ceiling in the middle of the room, right in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. A plush red leather spanking horse was arranged in one corner of the room.
She had taken great pains to have it resemble their room in Club Black as closely as possible.
“I checked our postal box in town and we didn’t have any new deliveries today so I just arranged the potions George dropped off yesterday once I was done with the furniture,” Daphne explained. She walked over to a cabinet and pulled open the drawer to show Harry the rows of neatly arranged and labeled potions.
“Did he accept payment for these?” Harry asked, studying the vials.
“Nope. Said it was thanks for the idea of an adult-oriented back collection for their store and the prize money you gave to fund their dreams.”
“You’re not upset about that, are you?”
“It’s your money, darling.”
“It felt wrong to take it. It’s associated with so much pain and suffering. You and Fleur nearly died because of it,” Harry murmured. “At least here it’ll be put to good use. I have a feeling we’ll all need a good laugh or two this year.”
“It’s in the past, Harry. I’m safe. I’m here,” Daphne whispered. She tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it away. She lazily peppered his bare back with kisses as her hands looped around his body and rested on his chest. She watched with curious eyes as Harry picked up a vial, uncorked it, and downed it in a single gulp.
“Which one was that?”
“You’ll see.”
Daphne shivered with excitement as she watched him pick up another vial and slip it into his pocket before he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the spanking horse.
Before she could react he pushed his hands under her shoulders and effortlessly lifted her up, ignoring her squealing and helplessly kicking legs. She was set down on the horse and bent at the waist, his hand on her back keeping her pinned in place. The position pulled her legs apart and the unfortunate lack of panties meant that her pussy kept rubbing against the soft leather as Harry adjusted her body, staining it with her arousal.
“Oh, Morgana!” Daphne moaned, humping the seat desperately. She was acting like a wanton slut but she didn’t care as long as it brought her some much-needed relief.
Harry smirked and silently situated her knees and elbows on their respective pads, then pushed her ankles and wrists through the red leather straps built into the horse. He tightened them, effectively pinning Daphne in place. The slight upward curve of the end of the horse meant that her ass was pushed up in the air, making it much easier to spank.
Her nightgown was quickly disposed of, ripped into two by Harry’s strong hands. The two pieces of the thin fabric fell away from her body, leaving her back and ass bare for him.
Harry pulled her cheeks apart and dripped some of the potion in the vial he was holding into her ass before pouring the rest on her asscheeks.
Daphne squealed loudly as the cold liquid made contact with her skin and trickled into her ass. She struggled helplessly, her wrists and ankles tugging at their restraints to see how strong they were.
“What was that?!” Daphne gasped, breathing heavily.
“Increased Sensitivity Potion,” Harry replied. He padded over to a cabinet and retrieved the first hairbrush he had ever spanked her with. It was a heavy wooden thing with an emerald laid into its handle, somewhat impractical for brushing hair but perfect for a spanking.
Daphne’s eyes widened and she wordlessly opened and shut her mouth a few times.
“Daphne?”
“Yes, sir?” Daphne groaned as Harry rested the hairbrush on her ass. The friction of the rough grain of the wood against her soft skin was heavenly.
“Be a good girl and count them.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daphne heard the swish of air as Harry pulled the paddle away from her. She tried to prepare herself but couldn’t help the scream that escaped her lips when he brought it down on her firm asscheek.
SMACK!
The sound of wood smacking skin echoed through the room and Daphne’s right cheek jiggled with the force of the impact. Her creamy skin immediately turned pink.
“One!” Daphne screamed, suddenly realizing that Harry meant for this to be a proper punishment and she wouldn’t be sitting on anything hard for the next day or two. The increased sensitivity made even the gentle spank sting to high heavens and Daphne moaned as Harry rested the brush on her ass and rubbed it against her burning skin.
“One, what?”
“One, sir,” Daphne gasped. “Sorry!”
SMACK!
Harry brought the brush down on her other cheek with the same amount of force, watching in satisfaction as her ass turned pink.
“Two, sir!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Harry alternated between both her cheeks and then the final blow landed right on her pussy with enough force to bruise her lips and make her see stars.
“Three! Four! FIVE!” Daphne sobbed, her legs trembling as she tried in vain to free her ankles. “I’m sorry, sir!”
“Who’s my good girl?” Harry asked. He gently massaged her stinging asscheeks, his fingers digging into her pink skin as he kneaded the soft flesh.
“I am, daddy.” Despite the pain (or perhaps, because of it) her pussy was gushing. The leather under her gleamed with the arousal that coated it.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, Mrs. Potter?”
Despite the tears streaming down her cheeks, Daphne grinned. He hadn’t called her Miss Greengrass.
Mrs. Potter.
“I was a bad wife, sir. I hid something important from you,” Daphne hiccuped. She turned her head to rest her cheek on the cool leather of the spanking horse. Her body relaxed and she stopped trying to free herself. She was deep in Subspace and had decided to accept her punishment like the good princess she was.
“Will you-” SMACK! “-do it-” SMACK! “-again?” SMACK!
The first two spanks landed on her thighs and the last one was delivered to her pussy again.
Daphne’s brain shut down. Everything below her waist hurt, the stinging pain awakening her inner masochist and driving her even deeper into Subspace.
“Six! Seven! EIGHT!” Daphne screamed. The coil in the pit of her belly was ready to explode and Daphne’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Harry was spanking her; her husband was disciplining her and she was about to get off from it!
“No, sir! I won’t,” she gasped when he paused to give her a second to catch her breath.
SMACK! “Why-” SMACK! “not?” Harry asked, delivering the last two blows to her asscheeks.
“Because I’m your good girl!” Daphne’s loud shriek filled the room as she came without warning or permission from him. Her thighs trembled and her cheeks burned with embarrassment as her arousal gushed out of her and stained the red leather of the spanking horse. Her ass was bright red and stinging unimaginably and she was cumming her brains out.
“Did you just cum, Daphne?”
“No… yes.” Daphne’s first instinct was to lie out of embarrassment but she thought better of it and immediately changed her answer. She was breathing heavily and her slick slit and thighs were glistening with the arousal coating her skin. There was no hiding what had happened, especially since the spanking horse was covered with her cum. Daphne’s blush deepened at the sound of the quiet PLOP that accompanied her wetness dripping down from the horse and onto the wooden floor below.
Harry undid her restraints and picked her up in his arms bridal style, holding her against his chest while she recovered. “What’s the matter?” he asked when she whined and hid her face in the crook of his neck.
“It’s embarrassing.” It was more than that. The embarrassment was turning her on. “You were punishing me and I came,” she mumbled, pressing her slick thighs together.
“I always knew you were a bratty masochist, princess.”
“This is the first time I came because you spanked me. The thought of being punished by my husband for being a bad wife really turned me on,” Daphne admitted shyly as Harry set her down on the floor. She obediently kneeled, ignoring the flare-up of pain in her throbbing ass as it made contact with her feet. She watched him take off his pants and boxers, biting her lower lip to stop herself from gasping.
No matter how many times she saw his magnificent manhood, it always felt as exciting as it had her first time. She crawled towards him and wrapped her hands around the base of his massive girth, holding his shaft in place as she peppered his length with loving kisses.
Harry’s eyes fluttered shut and he groaned, his cock twitching in Daphne’s grip. “Do you plan on being a bad wife often?” Harry teased, placing a hand on her shoulder to gently push her down on her back. The potion he had taken had already pushed him to the edge and he wanted to be inside her the first time he came.
Daphne smiled lazily. Seeing the effect she had on him had awakened the brat in her. “Sometimes. Somebody needs to keep you on your toes,” she teased as he climbed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her chest, groaning in relief as his lips immediately found her stiff nub.
Harry clamped down on the rosy peak with his teeth and tugged on it gently, sending a jolt racing up Daphne’s spine. His hands grabbed Daphne’s and pinned them to the floor on either side of her head. He laced their fingers together and pulled away, wanting to look at her as he pushed inside her.
“Please,” Daphne begged, rocking her hips wantonly. “It’s been so long.”
Harry sank inside her pink folds, his girth stretching the walls of her neglected pussy as he slowly pushed deeper into her belly. Harry grunted, focusing all his energy on staying in control.
Daphne’s moans filled the large room. Her eyes were half-lidded and she gazed up at Harry through her thick eyelashes with a mixture of love and reverence. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gently coaxed him to push deeper inside her.
“I’m not made of glass, sir,” she mumbled with a quiet giggle. He was big, almost too big and she had missed the familiar ache of her stretched walls whenever he was inside her.
“I don’t want to hurt them.”
“You won’t,” Daphne promised, arching her back and pushing her heavy breasts up in his face as he started to rock on instinct, his cock slowly pistoning in and out of her. She used her legs around his waist to push him deep inside her every time he pulled out, groaning as his tip roughly brushed past her G-spot. “How many do you want, husband? After the twins?”
“Y-you want more children?” Harry’s balls tightened and he nearly lost control of himself right then and there. He buried himself in her chest and took as much of her creamy mound in his mouth as he could and began to suck gently. His tongue traced the rim of her large pink areola, going over the bumps that were only becoming more prominent as her pregnancy progressed. His teeth clamped down on her flushed, stiff nipple, drawing out a squirt of milk from it.
“I… oh, gods. That feels so good!” Daphne squealed. The pressure in her chest disappeared just as the one in her belly was building up again. Daphne was floating away in heaven, lazily fucked into oblivion by her husband. “I want the twins to have siblings,” Daphne panted. “Faster, please! I need you, Harry!”
“How many?” Harry asked, his voice muffled. He sped up, pistoning in and out of her as fast as he could, breathing heavily and concentrating on the sweet nectar leaking out of her nipple to keep himself from going over the edge.
“I-I think five. Tot… total… after the war… is over…” Daphne rambled. She was delirious with pleasure and so close but she held off, wanting to finish with him. “Maybe… more… feel… so good,” she gasped, her attention focused on the thick, veiny shaft ramming in and out of her wet folds.
His roar and her scream intermingled as they went over the edge together. Harry pushed deep inside her just as her walls clamped down on his shaft, holding him in place as he filled her sore, aching pussy with his seed.
Daphne clamped her thighs together the minute Harry pulled out of her, pushing her pussy lips shut and preventing any of his seed from leaking out of her.
But Harry wasn’t done. He pulled away from her and grabbed the base of his cock with one hand, holding it in place as he covered Daphne’s stomach and breasts with rope after rope of his cum. Some of it even ended up on her face and Daphne eagerly lapped up the dollops of cum landing on her lips and cheeks with her tongue.
Harry grabbed Daphne’s waist and gently flipped her around, frosting her buns and back with his seed. He clambered on top of her, his slick cock impaling Daphne’s tight ass in one firm thrust.
“HARRY!” Daphne’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came again. Another gush of arousal leaked out of her and added to the already large puddle on the floor. She was utterly spent, content to lie there and let him cuddle her as he filled her ass with his seed.
“Did you take the fertility potion?” Daphne asked once she had found her voice again. It was hoarse and her throat was dry but she never wanted to move, never wanted Harry’s comforting weight to disappear.
“I did,” Harry murmured, blushing as he pushed himself off her. “Figured it wouldn’t hurt.”
“I had fun,” Daphne murmured with a satisfied sigh. “Can’t feel my legs and I’m stuffed like a turkey but I had fun.” She turned to look at him, wincing as her bruised ass made contact with the floor.
Harry took a second to grab his boxers and pull them over his legs before he picked up Daphne from the floor bridal style. He let the exhausted girl nuzzle into his chest as he carried her out of the room. Once they were back in their study he started to walk towards the couch but Daphne whined and gently smacked his chest to get his attention, then pointed at the short stool next to the chair behind the desk.
“Okay, love,” Harry murmured, kissing her head before turning on his heel and walking over to the desk.
Daphne hummed quietly as she settled down on the kneeling couch next to Harry’s chair. It was a special invention by the Twins, a way for her to kneel next to Harry for longer periods of time without the discomfort associated with the hard wooden floors of their cottage.
The couch was a low stool with soft cushions with pads extending from its legs for her knees. It was big enough for her body and had a headrest. Harry had the option of securing her hands to its sides which he had done, trapping her wrists in place with the soft black leather loops jutting out of the fine mahogany wood. Her ass was raised high in the air for him and her pussy was on clear display, although he was ignoring them for the time being in favor of running his hands through her messy blonde hair.
Daphne turned her head to rest her cheek on the red cushion of the headrest and looked up at her lover. He was naked except for the boxers he had pulled back up his legs and she ogled his firm muscles and tanned skin shamelessly, a part of her still unable to believe she was on track to spend the rest of her life with someone as perfect as him.
“How was your day?” she asked, shivering as a trickle of cum ran down her back. Her cum covered body was staining the velvet of the couch but it was nothing a quick cleaning spell wouldn’t fix.
“Frustrating.” Harry leaned back in his chair and sighed. He traced the leather spine of the book Tonks had loaned him with his index finger, not wanting to open it just yet. He had the rest of the night to study. For now, he simply wanted to enjoy Daphne’s company. “Dumbledore is still icing me out. He also keeps saying that Voldemort won’t die, that the curse won’t kill him, and that all we’ve done is buy ourselves some time.”
“That’s impossible. My family has spent a fortune over the past century trying to find a cure. If he had a solution he would have used it to tempt our family to join his cause.”
“Well, Dumbledore insists he’ll live. How? That he won’t tell me, your father, or even Sirius. He won’t even look me in the eye. He leaves the minute he sees me enter Grimmauld Place. On the other hand, Sirius is frustrated because he can’t leave that house. He has no one to keep him company except the portrait of his evil mother and an insane house elf.”
“Why not invite him to spend the day here?”
“Hmm?”
“He can spend some time here, with us. He can’t go out because Voldemort knows his secret now and there’s a risk Malfoy will use the Ministry to have him thrown back into Azkaban but there’s no risk of that happening here,” Daphne pointed out, shifting on the couch to reduce the pressure on her sensitive, aching, milk-engorged breasts. “As for the Dark Lord, if Dumbledore won’t tell us what he knows we’ll just have to figure it out ourselves. I’m sure the Twins won’t mind lending us a hand. This will be the perfect place to test their new line of spyware.”
“You’re a genius, you know?” Harry said gruffly. He leaned over to kiss her forehead. Daphne responded with a satisfied grin and purred softly as his lips brushed against her skin.
Harry reluctantly pulled away from the tired girl, wincing as his scar twinged without warning.
Daphne frowned. “Did you tell Dumbledore about your dreams? He can outsource basic training to Tonks and my father but no one can prepare you for the Dark Lord like him. Surely he knows that.”
“I did. He said he’ll have Snape teach me something called Occlumency once I get back to Hogwarts so they stop.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Dunno why he wants me to stop having them. They’re troubling but the pain in my scar is worth it! We know he’s weak, in pain, and obsessed about something in the Ministry precisely because of my dreams!”
“As much as I hate to agree with him about anything, he’s right this time,” Daphne said with a sigh. “A mind connection is exactly that, Harry. A connection. A two-way street. What happens if he decides he wants a peek into your head?”
Harry paled at the idea of Voldemort invading his mind.
“Learning Occlumency is a good idea but I’m not letting Snape anywhere near you,” Daphne growled protectively. “He’ll just use the lessons as an excuse to torture you.”
“I doubt it. Sirius tells me he’s being surprisingly helpful. Maybe Voldemort’s return-” Or Karkaroff’s brutal assassination, Harry thought darkly, “-was the wake-up call he needed.”
He still thought Snape was a bully, a greasy git who had spent his life picking on those weaker than himself. But there was nothing he wouldn’t do to ensure the safety of Daphne and their children, including working with the man who had made his life miserable ever since he had stepped foot in Hogwarts.
“I’m not taking that chance.”
“Daphne, he-”
“It’s my job to protect you. I see the worst in people because you see the best in them, Harry,” Daphne said, cutting him off. Her tone made it clear that she wouldn’t budge from her stance.
“Who’ll teach me in that case? You just said it’s important for me to learn how to keep Voldemort out of my mind.”
“I’ll ask mama if she can come to Hogsmeade once a week to teach you. Every Unspeakable needs to be an excellent Occlumens.”
“Okay,” Harry said with a small smile. Daphne Potter had a solution for everything. He wondered how she’d fare if he convinced her to take a break from caring for her precious animals and nominated her to represent Potter and Black interests in the Wizengamot.
She’d probably manage to get Fudge kicked to the curb in a month, Harry thought with a quiet chuckle.
“What are your plans for tonight?” Daphne asked, wriggling her bruised ass to draw his attention to it, knowing Harry wouldn’t be able to resist.
Harry’s hand immediately shifted from her hair to her bum. A soft groan escaped her lips as he began to massage the stinging asscheek.
“Finish reading everything I need to know for tomorrow’s lesson with Tonks. Have dinner with my wife, then carry her up to our bedroom for round two.”
“I’m already stuffed, Mr. Potter!”
Harry grinned and gently pulled her asscheeks apart. Her puckered hole gaped just enough to let steady trickles of cum leak out and run down her firm, round cheeks. His fingers shifted to the plump lips guarding her pussy and he gently split them. Daphne moaned loudly as his seed rushed out of her and streamed down her thighs, coating her skin with a thick layer of his cum.
“That doesn’t seem to be the case, Mrs. Potter.”
Notes:
The flu sucks. End of note. No, but seriously, it was a struggle to write cute and smutty Haphne while trying to fight this stupid bug. I also made a small mistake in the last chapter of A Flame Awakened, which I will go correct in a bit! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is one of my oldest stories and we are finally approaching endgame. There'll be an extra chapter this month because the vote was for more Haphne in last month's poll! Also, you voted for the twins to be girls named Lily and Belladona so I am excited to write that too!
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R. Collins
My work is full of stories with Daphne as one of the main characters as she is my favorite character to write. Check out the Harry/Daphne tag for more stories to your taste!
Coady
Of all the Harry Potter stories I have read I think this is my favorite Daphne.
Rogue
I know what you mean about the flu. I got hit with it last weekend, and now I’m dealing with congestion. Congestion is the worst part. I’d rather get a new pair of lungs than deal with this. Hoping you have a speedier recovery than me. In regards to the chapter, as always, it’s really well done. Your stories are the ones I look forward to reading the most.
red demon
Nice. I'm glad to see this one updated. I loved everything Harry did with Daphne. I think Daphne would love the hairbrush the most. I think she would like the domestically of it, the Lord of the Manor punishing his wayward Lady wife.
