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Lessons For A Happy Marriage Chapters 3 and 4
🕑 Added 2023-04-09 13:00:14 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: BJs, Facefucking, DP, Teasing, Anal, Spanking
Aurora studied the notice with a small smile on her face. The night owl had gotten up bright and early to pin the simple pamphlet and attached sign-up sheet to the noticeboard outside the Great Hall to ensure that everyone coming down for breakfast would see it. There wasn’t a lot on it. Just an invitation to all couples wishing to learn more about love, marriage, and physical pleasure to schedule an appointment with her and see if they were a right fit for her classes. It was, she felt, an extremely important class for a generation defined by war and little else.
Her smile grew as two Hufflepuffs passed her, their eyes drawn to her figure. The tall, curvy woman eschewed the drab and baggy cloaks her other colleagues preferred. Perhaps it was vanity to enjoy the attention she got for her figure and beauty, but it was one of those simple pleasures that made life worthwhile. And so she dressed in professional (but tight) pencil skirts that accentuated her hips and hugged her ass, pairing them with sheer black stockings and short heels. Her choice for a blouse was usually white, the garment perfectly contrasting against her dark skin. She kept her sleek black hair in a simple ponytail, making her appearance the perfect mixture of professional and downright gorgeous.
She tapped her notice one last time before walking into the Great Hall for breakfast, wondering to herself which couple she would enjoy teaching the most that year...
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Harry woke up to a pair of soft lips wrapped around his cock. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, blindly patting the nightstand next to him for his glasses. Once they were located, he jammed them on his nose, blearily staring down to see Lavender’s warm brown eyes staring up at him with a mixture of love and worship.
Lavender slowly ran her tongue up his throbbing manhood and Harry gasped in surprise, instinctively reaching out and burying his hands in her blonde curls. His fingers threaded through her hair, slowly pushing her down on his morning wood. Lavender happily complied, dutifully impaling herself and enveloping inch after inch of him in the warmth of her mouth.
“Oh, good, you’re up,” Daphne said, striding through the half-ajar door. She shut it behind her and walked through, grinning at the sight in front of her. “The girls and I decided to let you sleep in but it’s nearly time for lunch and Lavender was going stir-crazy as her heat ramps up so I told her to skip the usual steps of a new romance and just wake you up with your favorite morning activity.”
Lavender’s lips curled into a smile and she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her fingers struggling to envelop its girth. She was kneeling between his legs, her firm, thick ass raised high in the air for her alpha’s viewing pleasure. It was then that Harry noticed Lavender was as naked as the day she was born, with her beautiful curves on full display. His cock twitched in her mouth, causing her to moan softly.
Daphne giggled and walked over to the couple in bed, her somber white blouse and gray uniform skirt contrasting with the naked girl on their bed and the bright purple dildo in her hand. “Like what you see, daddy?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
Lavender Brown was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women in the castle, scars or no scars. With curly blonde hair and a natural hourglass figure, full red lips, and big innocent blue eyes, she was the object of desire of both men and women.
“Look at her, daddy. Look at her, so wet for you,” Daphne whispered, caressing Lavender’s wet slit with the tip of the dildo. She gathered up the trickle of cum hanging from her labia, rolling it around on the shaft she held before holding it up for Harry to see. “All she wants is to be bred by her alpha. To be claimed by him. To have his seed in her womb. Isn’t that right, pet?” Daphne murmured, gently massaging Lavender’s asscheeks.
SMACK!
Lavender moaned when Daphne’s palm landed on her ass. Her walls fluttered around Harry’s shaft as he pushed deeper into her throat, massaging his length, drawing him ever deeper even as the girl gagged and choked on his cock.
“Don’t you want that too, sir?” Daphne asked, climbing onto the bed behind Lavender and straddling her waist. She grabbed one arm after the other, pulling them behind Lavender’s back and securing her wrists together with a rough, hemp rope conjured from her wand. The coarse fibers rubbed against Lavender’s soft skin, adding to the sensations assaulting her body.
“PHEALSE!” Lavender squealed as the thin wand was pushed into her ass, vibrating violently in accordance with its mistress’ wishes. The blonde suddenly realized the purpose behind the surprise enema her mistress had given her when they’d showered that morning. She looked at Harry with pupils blown with lust, silently begging her alpha for release even as she was pinned between two bodies.
Her heart and feelings might take time to catch up, but her body and her biology had already accepted who her mates were, and her pussy responded to Daphne as such, a gush of arousal leaking out from between the perfect petals that guarded her womanhood.
“That’s what you see in the Mirror of Erised, don’t you, husband?” Daphne cooed, grinding against Lavender as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, giving her lover a peek at her perfect, tear-drop-shaped breasts. Her pink nipples were as hard as diamonds, poking through the thin white fabric of her blouse as the unbuttoned fabric fell further and further away from her breasts with every sway, revealing inch after inch of her creamy skin.
Harry had propped himself up on a pillow, his emerald eyes enraptured by the sight in front of him.
“All our secret talks about the future in that tent in the middle of a dark forest…” Daphne whispered, grabbing a fistful of Lavender’s hair. She pulled the girl free from Harry’s throbbing cock, letting her gulp a chestful of air before pushing her back down on his length. Harry groaned as his cock was enveloped by the velvet warmth of his new mate’s mouth, tingles shooting up his spine as his sensitive tip brushed against the walls of her throat.
“Now it’s real. Three wives. One who goes into heat every month. A big-” She pulled Lavender free once more, before pushing her back down, ignoring the blonde’s groan as she gagged and drooled around Harry’s girth. “Happy.” Again, Daphne repeated her action, her own breathing growing heavy as her stormy gray eyes were drawn to Harry’s glistening length. “Family,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, slowly guiding their lover up and down Harry’s shaft. Lavender took his cock like a champ, keeping her eyes focused on her alpha even as Daphne used her grip on her hair to guide her through a facefuck.
Daphne pushed Lavender down on his length, letting her bury her face in his crotch before she leaned close, gently caressing her hair. “Look up at him. Look up at him and worship his cock like a good girl,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling Lavender's skin. Her lips were inches from the blonde’s ears, and a part of Lavender really wanted to turn around and kiss her, to show her that she valued both her mates equally. “Look, darling. See how heavily he’s breathing. He’s close,” Daphne cooed, pulling her blouse down a shoulder, letting Harry have a glimpse of her perfect breast. “The prize is yours.”
With that, Daphne pulled away, her blouse hanging from her arms. Her heavy breasts swayed as she guided Harry’s cock in and out of Lavender’s throat. She bit her lower lip, the perfect picture of a sultry goddess. “For once in your life, Harry Potter, forget what others want and need. Tell me what you want!” she urged, making sure Harry’s eyes were fixed on her as she picked up the dildo and rubbed it against her chest, smearing Lavender’s pussy juices all over her flawless alabaster skin.
“You,” Harry growled, panting for breath. His balls tightened with every passing second, the coil tensing up in the pit of his stomach making it difficult to hold on. “Hannah. Lavender!” Harry groaned, his eyes flickering to the dutiful submissive. She was still looking up at him, tears flowing down her cheeks and leaving thick black trails of mascara in their wake.
“And what do you want to do to our sweet flower here?”
“I want my cock deep in her belly,” Harry growled, reaching out and taking over from Daphne. He kept up the ruthless pace, Lavender’s swollen lips stretching around his girth as she swallowed his length up to his base every few seconds. “I want my seed in her.”
Daphne grinned, her slender fingers dancing over Lavender’s pussy lips, gently caressing her wet slit. “Look how wet the thought of that makes her,” Daphne cooed, holding up her gleaming digits for Harry to see. “But no cock for you just yet, Miss Brown. Don’t be greedy.”
SMACK!
Lavender moaned as Daphne’s palm landed straight on her pussy for a stinging slap, the pain shooting up her spine and scrambling her poor, overstimulated brain.
The walls of her throat fluttering and clamping down around his cock as Lavender moaned wantonly was finally too much for Harry to bear. He pushed her down on his length, erupting inside her mouth with a roar. Lavender’s eyes fluttered shut as ropes of thick, warm cum shot down her throat. The experienced girl swallowed as best she could, but it was too much even for her, with trickles of white seed leaking out of the corners of her mouth and flowing down to her chin.
“Well.” Daphne grinned. “My work here is done.” She climbed off the bed and buttoned up her blouse, not bothering to clean her glistening skin. She patted Lavender’s ass. The blonde moaned softly and continued to suck on Harry’s cock, trying to draw out as much cum as she could. Daphne leaned forward and kissed Harry, their tongues dueling for a minute as husband and wife settled into their new dynamic.
“Busy day?” Harry groaned, using his hold on Lavender’s hair to push her down until her nose was buried in his crotch, his massive cock stuffed down her throat as the poor girl tried to lap up the cum running down its length.
Daphne shrugged. She made herself comfortable on the bed next to the couple, teasing Lavender’s tight asshole with the tip of the self-lubricating dildo. “Hannah’s off in her dormitory, packing up everything so she can move here. Hermione’s doing the same for Lavender. I’m going to go sign us up for classes,” Daphne said brightly.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry breathed. Lavender’s desperate moans and fluttering walls made her throat feel like a pussy, and he slowly pulled her free, peering down at her big eyes, letting her watch her alpha for a second before she was pushed back down on his gradually softening cock. Daphne had begun to slowly push the dildo into her virgin ass. The massive amounts of lube seeping out of the toy made things somewhat easier, but her walls burned as they stretched to accommodate the toy. “Classes?” Harry asked, breathing heavily.
“There was a flier on the notice board when we went down for breakfast. Professor Sinistra is going to give classes to all the soon-to-be married couples who want them. To help them transition to their new life. Apparently, it was something she did for the Seventh Years when she first started teaching until she was forced to discontinue it because of the war,” Daphne explained, pushing the dildo deeper into Lavender’s ass.
Lavender was helpless and could only moan around Harry’s cock as she was spit roasted. Her bum was burning, delicious waves of pain radiating away from her ass as the toy stretched out her most intimate of holes.
“P-professor Sinistra?” Harry’s eyes widened. It was no secret that nearly every man in the castle had a tiny crush on the young professor. She was much younger than the others, cheerful, kind, and, for the lack of a better word, cool. And with her sleek black hair, flawless ebony skin, and a curvy body she never made an effort to obscure, downright gorgeous.
“Hey, you got first dibs on Hannah and our sweet darling here-”
SMACK!
Lavender groaned at the spank, a lone tear leaking out of the corner of her eye at the sharp stinging of her ass. A bright pink handprint stood out against her skin, a mark of her mistress on her body.
“Let me go sign us up for the classes and get the first crack at snogging our hot Professor,” Daphne teased, gently easing the dildo out of Lavender’s ass. Her puckered hole clung to the purple toy, unwilling to give it up. Daphne pulled it out with a POP! that echoed around the quiet room, giving her girlfriend’s ass a reassuring pat.
“There. All lubed up and ready for you. I also need to drop into Hogsmeade to get a special quill for our binding ceremony. Keep our darling, in-heat girlfriend occupied till I’m back,” she murmured, getting to her feet. “Remember, mouth, ass, tits, all are fair game except for her pussy. The first time you properly cum in her has to be during the ceremony. Not a second before, no matter how much she begs.”
Harry nodded, not really understanding most of what his wife was talking about. But he trusted her, and he got the gist of what she was saying.
Spend the day in bed with Lavender. Do not stick his cock in her needy womanhood.
SMACK!
Daphne stood up with one last spank, her eyes fixed on Lavender’s jiggling ass even as she walked to the nightstand. She picked up a small vial and uncorked it, holding it against Harry’s lips. “Stamina potion. Trust me, from what I’ve read, you’re going to need it to keep up with Lavender.”
Harry nodded, still a little dazed after his mind-blowing orgasm. He gulped down the potion, his cock starting to harden in Lavender’s mouth within seconds. The blonde moaned loudly and slipped free, her chest heaving as she breathed in as much air as she could to soothe her burning lungs.
“Be good. Don’t destroy our bedroom,” Daphne said with a smirk, walking out of the room. She shut the door behind her, leaving the couple alone once more.
Lavender moaned quietly when Harry pushed his fingers through her hair again, pulling her close. A thin trail of drool connected her swollen lips to his sensitive tip. Her ruby lips and cheeks were glistening, coated with a mixture of his cum and her own saliva.
“How’re you feeling, Lavender?” Harry asked softly, running his fingers through her thick curls.
“Good,” she mumbled, uncharacteristically shy. The sex was nothing new to the girl, she had been railed in every nook and cranny she could think of. It was the kindness and affection in Harry’s expression. The way he and Daphne talked about her, like they genuinely wanted to take care of her. Like they wanted her even when they were done using her body.
Harry helped her sit up and untied her arms before he followed suit, reaching out to grab his discarded shirt from the ground next to their bed to wipe her face clean.
“No. Please?” Lavender gently grasped his wrist, stopping him. It had always been the same. Whatever guy she was dating at any particular time dragged her to a dark, secluded place, fucked her, cleaned her up, and then left without a second glance. No cuddles. No affection. She hadn’t even thought of asking them for a proper date. It was why she had been attracted to Ron in the first place. She had thought the redhead would be different. And he had been, just not in the way she had wanted. “Unless you don’t like looking at me like this?” she asked, biting her lower lip nervously.
Harry studied her face. Her cheeks and lips were gleaming, coated with a combination of her tears, drool, and his cum. Thick trails of the mascara she had put on after her shower ran down her cheeks. Her lipstick was smudged, with half of it having ended up on his cock and balls in the form of lip imprints.
“I think you’re utterly gorgeous. I just thought you’d prefer to be clean,” Harry whispered, pulling the curvy blonde onto his lap. “I don’t want to start our relationship with you in discomfort.” Harry kissed her shoulder, letting her nuzzle into his warm chest. Lavender timidly wrapped her arms around him, shivering with excitement as she was cuddled for the first time in her life.
“I’m very comfortable,” Lavender whispered, a happy smile on her face. “Looks like you’re not, sir,” she giggled as Harry’s erection poked her soft thigh.
Harry groaned, his aching cock already engorged and ready to go. “It’s the bloody stamina potion. If I have an adorable and very naked blonde in my arms all day, I’m going to keep getting hard.”
“I can help you with that, sir,” Lavender breathed, shuddering with excitement.
Harry chuckled. “While I appreciate the excitement, pet, I think we should take a break. I can’t claim your pussy until after Daphne and Hannah come back. I quite like listening to your voice and you’re already hoarse after one round.”
Lavender silently clambered off his lap and turned, getting on her hands and knees. She buried her face in the soft white sheets of her new bed, her ass raised high in the air. She wiggled it, her stinging cheeks clapping together, a silent invitation for her alpha to claim it.
“You sure?” Harry asked, his eyes fixed on the slightly gaping puckered hole.
“I always told myself I’d only let someone truly special take my ass for the first time,” Lavender murmured, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly. “I can’t think of anyone more special than you, sir.”
“Technically Daphne took it first,” Harry teased, his hands grabbing Lavender’s hips. His fingers dug into her soft skin, pulling her closer.
“Mistress is pretty damn special too,” Lavender giggled. Her giggle turned into a moan as Harry’s palm made contact with her firm ass, the cheek jiggling with the force of the spank.
SMACK!
“Who gets to claim you?” Harry growled, lining his tip up with her tight, puckered hole.
“You, sir!” Lavender moaned, her entire body quivering. He wasn’t going to use and abandon her. No, he wanted her devotion. He wanted her attention. And in return, he would love and protect her. It was all she had ever wanted.
SMACK!
“Who gets to claim you?” Harry asked again, calmly massaging her stinging ass as she moaned and flailed under him.
“You and mistress, sir!” Lavender groaned, her eyes flying open as Harry’s tip pushed into her tight ass. He was much thicker than the dildo. Her walls burned as they were stretched to their limit to accommodate him, the lube and the cum and drool coating his length making it possible to stuff her virgin ass with his thick cock.
Harry lazily pushed deeper inside her, taking his time to both ensure she could get used to his presence and to make sure he didn’t finish early. Her tight walls clamping down around him and resisting every thrust deeper inside her certainly didn’t help matters.
Lavender was an incoherent, babbling mess by the time he was completely sheathed inside her ass. Her walls were burning, a deep ache settling into her very core as the occasional tear leaked out of her eyes and made its way down her cheeks. She doubted she’d be in any position to walk the next day, but she didn’t particularly care.
“Your ass is mine. You’re mine. Do you understand, Miss Brown?” Harry asked, raising his palm and bringing it down on her firm ass, hard.
SMACK!
The sound echoed around the room, followed by Lavender’s aroused shriek. “YES, SIR!”
Harry concentrated on his breathing, trying to calm himself down so he could safely move inside her without cumming immediately.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He alternated between her asscheeks, his much larger handprints superimposed over the pink marks Daphne had left behind.
Lavender cried out and squirmed helplessly under him, her mind gloriously blank. The only things she could think of were her primal need to be bred, and the pleasure and pain radiating from her core.
“Please, sir,” she wheezed, begging her alpha for more. Her pussy was gushing, her arousal flowing down her glistening thighs.
Harry lazily pulled out of her, before ramming back in. Again and again, he repeated the action, claiming her tight ass and stretching her aching walls as he pushed deep into her belly. Her sobs slowly transformed into loud, wanton moans as the pain turned into pleasure. Or perhaps they were one and the same, Lavender couldn’t tell and she didn’t really care.
Harry slowly picked up the pace, pistoning in and out of her most intimate of holes as he reduced his new mate to a drooling, moaning mess. Lavender’s eyes were shut, the girl only somewhat conscious of what her dominant was saying.
SMACK!
Lavender squealed.
“I asked you a question, pet,” Harry growled, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to stay in control. He was close. So very close.
“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!” Lavender moaned, gasping in surprise when Harry grabbed her hair, pulling her up against her chest.
“Do you want my cum in your belly?” Harry whispered, his breath hot on her skin. Her back was pressed against his firm chest, their two sweaty bodies locked in a sensual dance that Lavender wished would never end.
“Please,” Lavender sobbed. Her hand had traveled between her legs, the girl blindly massaging her clit.
“I’m going to take these next. Cum all over that pretty face again,” Harry whispered, his hands moving to grab her large breasts for leverage. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, the creamy mounds jiggling under his hold with the force of his thrusts into her ass.
“I’m yours,” Lavender proclaimed hoarsely. “All of me is yours,” she whimpered, her fingers tugging on her sensitive nub.
“Cum with me, my pretty flower,” Harry cooed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He peppered her damp skin with kisses as they tumbled over the edge together.
Lavender came undone with a loud moan, her body going limp and slumping against Harry as the orgasm rocked through her. She squirted, her cum coating her thighs and soaking the sheets below her, the tangy aroma filling the air around them.
Harry didn’t fare any better. He groaned as his throbbing manhood erupted in her ass, painting her walls with his cum. He pushed deep inside her as he came, filling up her belly with his seed just as he had promised.
Lavender traced the slight curve of her belly in a daze as Harry pulled her down on the bed with him.
“We need to get you a plug too,” Harry whispered, his hand joining hers. “I quite like seeing you like this.”
Lavender blushed. “You… you like seeing your mark on me?”
“God, I’d mark you more if I didn’t need to take a break to catch my breath,” Harry whispered, peppering her shoulder and neck with kisses as they spooned.
“I can take a shower and wait in the Common Room while you rest,” Lavender offered, not wanting to overstay her welcome. The care and affection Harry had shown her were far more than she had expected or deserved.
What puzzled her was her body. Somehow, the effects of her heat felt muted, in control. Although she suspected it would get worse as night (and the full moon) approached. Or perhaps it wouldn’t. She didn’t know what effect a real mate would have on her, and she didn’t exactly have someone she could ask.
“I have a better idea.”
“Oh?” Lavender asked, steeling herself to return back to her dorms until she was needed. Daphne had said she could move in, but what if Harry didn’t want her with them?
“We cuddle until I think I can stand, then we take a long, hot bath together,” Harry murmured, reluctantly pulling out of her. He pulled her onto his chest, her short, curvy body fitting perfectly on top of him. “Then we’ll see if I’m up for round three…”
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“Why did she ask to meet only the two of us?” Harry asked, as they rounded the corner and walked down the hallway that led to their Professor’s office.
Daphne shrugged. “I don’t know. But, considering Lavender is resting after the day you two had and Hannah is busy redecorating our bedroom and the Common Room to make them more homely, I didn’t think it would be an issue. Besides, it’s not like we’ll hide anything from them.”
“Oh no, I plan to tell them everything she says.”
“Then this is for the best. Hannah was engrossed and didn’t look like she wanted us getting in the way. Lavender needs her rest before the binding ceremony tonight. This is just a preliminary meeting, let’s see what she says,” Daphne said, knocking on the door to the office.
Harry took a deep breath and pushed open the door after the quiet ‘Enter’. The couple walked inside the office and sat down on the two chairs arranged in front of the large, ornate desk. The desk was covered with miniature telescopes and star charts, their young professor seated behind it and peering at them with a small smile.
“Mr. and Mrs. Potter.” The young Astronomy Professor smiled at the nervous couple seated in front of her. She’d never had the pleasure of teaching the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’, but Daphne Potter had been in her class for the last four years and she had come to enjoy the young woman’s dry wit. To see her usually unflappable student be so nervous was a new experience for her. “I’ve taken the time to study your… unique circumstances.” She shut the file in front of her. “It’s why you are the last couple I asked to see today. Are you sure you want to take my new class?”
Daphne frowned. “Are you saying we shouldn’t?”
“On the contrary, Daphne-” Aurora took a deep breath and smiled at the tense blonde. “Do you mind if we use first names? I feel in a class such as this, it is much more conducive to learning. You both can call me Aurora. In fact, I encourage all my students to do so.”
Harry exchanged a glance with Daphne. “That’s perfectly fine… Aurora.” A part of him wondered why it felt so easy and natural to use his professor’s first name. Perhaps it was her relaxed demeanor or her age (she was, after all, barely in her mid-thirties and a very attractive woman, although Harry tried to push that thought from his mind). Or maybe it was the intimate nature of the lessons they’d be learning from her. Whatever the case, it felt much more natural to call her Aurora.
“Good. Well, Daphne. Harry.” She slowly looked at one, then the other. “I think a happy marriage is hard enough when it’s two people being rushed into the bond. But four, with two of them with their own special needs and requirements? After everything you’ve done for us… I think I can safely say the entire castle and the Wizarding World at large are rooting for a happy ending for the two of you. The easiest way is through these classes.”
“Wait…” Daphne murmured, a frown on her face. “Two of us with special requirements? I understand getting used to Lavender’s heat cycles and her unique dynamic with me and Harry will take some time, but that’s it. Neither me nor Harry or Hannah have any unique requirements.”
“Miss Abbott… Hannah came to see me earlier today. She has a vision of her life with you that she’s too shy to share directly. It’s my hope to help her and the two of you… realize that vision.”
“Is it kinky?” Harry asked bluntly. He didn’t feel the need to beat around the bush, not when Aurora would have such an intimate look at their personal lives anyway.
Aurora chuckled. “Yes, Harry, it very much is.”
“Well, we came here to sign up for the class.” Daphne nervously ran a hand through her perfect blonde curls. Her hair was open, secured only with forest green hair clips to keep it away from her face. It was the hairstyle she usually preferred, and she knew her husband found her sleek curls cascading down to her firm bum to be quite captivating. “It’s been just me and Harry for so long, we don’t quite know how to go about adding other people to our lives. I mean sure, they’re cute and we like railing them-” Daphne smirked.
“But,” Harry murmured with a sigh. “As everyone around us keeps pointing out, there’s more to marriage than cuddles and sex.”
“Which are, honestly, two out of the three pillars of our marriage, so it’d be good to learn new things.”
“Out of curiosity, Daphne, what’s the third pillar?” Aurora asked.
“Ramen,” Daphne replied, completely serious. “That's all I can cook for my husband.”
Harry leaned closer, his lips curved into a grin. He kissed her cheek, his lips inches from her ear as he whispered, “thank your stars I’m not like a redhead we both know and kinda love. Or I’d have dumped your gorgeous ass a long time ago.”
“You mean the ass you stare at every time I put on yoga pants for my morning jog, my love? I think you’ll stay hungry for a month before you even think about giving it up, husband,” Daphne teased, her stormy gray eyes sparkling playfully.
Aurora hid her smile behind a hand. The two in front of her were unlike any couple she had interviewed throughout the day. Their married life promised to be highly unusual, but she didn’t think that was a bad sign. On the contrary, she could see how much they loved each other, and given time, how much they’d love the two new girls in their lives. And, given the right tools, how they could easily have a happy ending after everything they’d suffered. “Well, it is my hope I can teach you everything else that makes for a happy marriage,” she chuckled.
“Yeah, I think it’s going to take a lot longer than a month to learn how not to burn down the house when I try to cook, Aurora.”
Aurora shook her head and pushed her chair away from the desk, stretching her sore muscles. She wasn’t made for a desk or offices, she decided. Open skies and comfy apartments were more her speed. “We shall see, Daphne. I will see any two out of the four of you after breakfast in my apartment tomorrow. You can access it from the portrait of Sir Cadogan on the third floor. The password is Andromeda.” She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the flawless ebony skin of her arms. “To keep things simple, the lessons will be focused on any two of you at a given time. It’s your choice who comes tomorrow, but no given pairing can attend classes for two consecutive days. For a happy domestic life, you’ll need to treat all your partners as equals outside the bedroom, even if that’s not always the case in it.”
Harry nodded. “Understood.”
“One last thing.” Aurora cleared her throat delicately. “Most of my lessons work best if I take a hands-on approach. But that’s something I’ll do only if you’re all comfortable with it.”
Harry and Daphne exchanged glances. It wasn’t the first time they had shared a partner. After all, they’d had Luna before Hannah and Lavender had even entered the picture. They had two simple rules, and Aurora ticked them both. She wasn’t objectionable to either of them, and she certainly didn’t seem to mind giving them both equal attention.
“We don’t mind,” Harry said hoarsely, his throat suddenly dry.
“Yep,” Daphne added, eyeing Aurora unashamedly.
“And what about Hannah and Lavender?”
Harry blinked.
“Your first lesson. The two of you aren’t alone in this relationship anymore. Their opinion and feelings matter too. You should ask them how they feel about my proposition and give me the answer tomorrow.”
Daphne nodded.
“It’s the little things that make for a happy marriage.”
“Thank you, Aurora.” Harry smiled, slowly getting to his feet. He clasped Daphne’s hand, threading their fingers together.
“You’re welcome, Harry. I look forward to our month together.”
The couple smiled at her one last time before leaving the office, excited by the thought of what was to come.
Notes:
Trying to go for more depth to Lavender's character. Somehow she always struck me as someone who was the life of the party, but also very lonely. As for Aurora, she's drop dead gorgeous and I feel all of them are going to have a crush on her.
Comments
Erinnyes
I really am enjoying what you're doing with lavender. She reminds me of a puppy, she's played with a lot of people but what she really wants is a loving home. The way you've set up the dynamic of Harry and Daphne to provide that is a lot of fun. It really does work with her more animalistic nature. Of course, unlike a real puppy, she also desperately wants a good breeding, but Harry "I want a big family" Potter is a perfect fit for that too. I really hope we get to see her actually being knocked up!
