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The Grass Is Always Greener Chapter 19.
🕑 Added 2023-05-05 02:55:04 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Rough, Wax Play, Bondage, Teasing, Ice Play, Overstimulation.
“You know, when you said you had a surprise for me, I thought it was something along the lines of a romantic candlelight dinner in the private lounge of The Three Broomsticks. Not taking me to see a supposedly deranged mass murderer in a dark, spooky cave. Who, mind you, just so happens to be your godfather. Is there anything in your life that is normal?” Daphne teased, clinging to Harry as he helped her up a ledge. Her joy at the news of his godfather’s return had quickly turned to shock and horror when he’d told her the man’s name. It had taken an entire night of him sharing their convoluted backstory while they cuddled in front of a fireplace in the kitchens for her to finally realize just how unjustly the man had been treated. Like everything else in her boyfriend’s life, there was nothing straightforward about his relationship with his godfather. They were slowly making their way up one of the mountains surrounding Hogsmeade with the help of a thin rocky trail that wound around the grassy hillside. It wasn’t too difficult a trek, certainly not for a girl who had made it a habit to be up at the crack of dawn for an hour-long jog without fail.
But as she had recuperated over the past week, she had come to realize she adored Harry doting on her. The little things he did to take care of her set her heart aflutter and she found that it brought them closer. A win-win, in her mind.
“Well,” Harry said, clambering onto a ledge before helping her up. “I thought I had a pretty normal girlfriend. Then she hexed Parkinson for daring to make fun of her and I realized she’s a real badass.” Harry grinned as he grabbed her hand, threading their fingers together.
“Well, she kept pretending to faint around me and I thought she’d like to see how it really feels,” Daphne muttered. She wiped the momentary scowl from her face, determined not to let her idiotic housemate spoil the beautiful day.
Harry chuckled before lapsing into silence. They completed the last part of their trek without talking, enjoying each other’s company and the tranquility of their surroundings.
Sirius was waiting for him at the entrance of the cave he had shown him the day the two had met in the Shrieking Shack. He was in his Animagus form, a big grin on his face and his tongue lolling out as he watched them walk the last few steps to his temporary residence.
Daphne’s eyes widened at the sight of the Grim waiting for them and Harry suddenly realized he had completely forgotten to tell his girlfriend about his godfather’s animagus form. “Daph, it’s just-”
His words were however cut off by Daphne shrieking in excitement. She freed her hand from his and rushed to the large black dog, kneeling in front of him and petting him excitedly. She scratched under his chin while rubbing his head, an excited smile on her face. “Who’s a big bad dog? What’re you doing here all alone? Are you keeping daddy’s godfather safe?” she cooed, looking up at Harry. “Is he your godfather’s? Can we keep him when Sirius leaves the country again? Please?!”
“Daphne,” Harry paused, a huge grin on his face. “That is my godfather. He’s an animagus.”
Daphne pulled away in surprise, falling back on her ass. She watched the dog run into the cave and transform into a tall man with long black hair and warm gray eyes that sparkled with amusement.
Harry chuckled and helped Daphne to her feet, leading the embarrassed girl into the cave. “Sorry. I forgot to tell you.”
“You weren’t joking when you said she’d give Hagrid a run for his money,” Sirius laughed, studying the pink-faced girl. “I’d love to see how you fare with Buckbeak.”
“Where is he?” Harry asked, looking around the empty cave.
“Hunting. I tried to catch rats for him, but they didn’t seem to satisfy him.”
“Who’s Buckbeak?” Daphne asked in a quiet whisper, snuggling closer to Harry.
“Hippogriff. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later.” He sat down on one of the flat rocky outcrops in the cave, pulling Daphne onto his lap.
“Your godfather will think I’m a complete invalid who can’t do anything for herself, Harry,” she muttered, squirming in his lap. It was of no use, his hold around her waist was far too strong for her to break free.
“Not really, no. I’d think both of you remind me of his parents,” Sirius interjected, sitting on the outcrop directly opposite them. “When they were dating, Lily used to joke that her favorite seat in the castle was James’ lap. I remember one time Bertha was making eyes at him in Charms-”
“The woman who disappeared?”
“Yeah.” Sirius nodded with a frown. “The very same. She was in school with us. Always was something of an airhead, but she wasn’t the moron the Daily Prophet is painting her to be. I’m glad the Ministry is taking her disappearance seriously.”
“Papa tells me Madame Bones chewed Fudge out in Wizengamot over his refusal to let her send an Auror over to investigate. I like that woman,” Daphne said.
“Why?”
“Because Fudge is an idiot and Amelia Bones is a badass, Harry.”
“See, your godfather gets it,” Daphne murmured, leaning up to kiss Harry’s cheek.
“Anyways,” Sirius chuckled. “Bertha was trying to flirt with James and in comes Lily. Without missing a beat she plopped herself in his lap and didn’t move for the entire class.”
“That does sound like Daphne,” Harry teased, ignoring his girlfriend’s growl.
“Well, to be fair, your mother was just as big a brat as Daphne is.”
Sirius’ chuckle turned into full-blown laughter at the sight of their red faces.
“H-how did… you…” Harry spluttered, his face a dark red.
“She called you daddy, ickle Harryikins,” Sirius replied with a fond roll of his eyes. “Now I may have missed a few of the new things when it comes to dating and relationships during my time in Azkaban, but I know what that means. And I know the kind of women Potter men fall for.” He snorted. “Plus did you really think I wouldn’t notice the ‘choker’-” Sirius used air quotes to frame the word before pointing to the collar around Daphne’s neck. “Around her neck?”
“Is it that obvious?” Daphne asked, blushing wildly.
Sirius shook his head. “Only to kinky old horndogs like me. To nearly everyone around you, that’s just a normal choker.”
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, with Daphne trying to come to terms with Sirius’ frankness. Her boyfriend’s godfather was certainly one hell of a man.
“You’re…” She cleared her throat, trying to figure out the best way to frame her thoughts.
“Not an insane raving lunatic?” Sirius asked, his gray eyes sparkling with mischief. He was dressed in the same tattered robes he had been wearing when he and Hermione had sprung him free the previous year.
Harry spotted a bag attached to Buckbeak’s saddle and guessed that he had changed out of nicer clothes and into the rags to avoid damaging his limited belongings. His living situation was, after all, not the best. Harry looked around the dark and damp cave, his heart aching at the trouble his godfather had gone to for him.
“You shouldn’t have-”
“Come?” Sirius cut him off before Harry could repeat everything he’d said when they met a week ago in the Shrieking Shack. “You expect me to ignore the danger my godson is in and simply continue to enjoy the sunny beaches of Southern France as if nothing is wrong?” Sirius challenged, his eyebrows raised.
“He has this annoying habit of trying to keep everyone around him safe and take all the danger on himself,” Daphne teased.
“It is annoying, isn’t it?” Sirius responded, winking at the grinning Slytherin. “He gets it from his father.”
“Hey! What’s going on?” Harry protested, alternating between looking at his girlfriend and his godfather.
“You brought me here so I could get to know your godfather. I’m getting to know your godfather,” Daphne replied with a cheeky grin.
“So,” Sirius interjected before they could start bickering. Gods, they really did remind him of James and Lily. “What’s new?”
“Skeeter has made our life a living hell,” Harry muttered, his good mood shattered by the thought of the vile reporter. “My girlfriend’s parents are taking me out to dinner tomorrow and I’m terrified even though I’ve met them before?”
“I read the articles. I grab the papers people throw out.” Sirius glanced at the stack of newspapers in one corner of the cave. The words ‘DAMSEL IN DISTRESS’ were printed in huge block letters on the front page of the first one, and Daphne glowered at the headline.
“Yup. Now everyone with a bone to pick with me or Daph is using those articles and Daphne’s ready to murder half the castle. It’s why I brought her out to meet you today. We just needed a break from Skeeter shadowing us everywhere in the castle with her stupid green quill and cameraman.”
“The next time she asks me to talk about my hidden feelings I’m going to stab her in the eye with that quill,” Daphne growled.
“So your plan is to hide out in my cave all day?”
“If you don’t mind?” Harry asked.
Sirius stood, dusting his ragged cloak. “You’re more than welcome. I have to go and find Buckbeak and coax him back into the cave before some unfortunate sap hiking the mountains runs across him. You can wait here but if you really want a fun-”
“And private,” Daphne cut in.
“And private way to relax might I suggest Club Black? I used to frequent it so often that the owner renamed the establishment after me,” Sirius said, a hint of pride in his voice.
“Club Black?” Harry blinked in confusion.
“You don’t know about it?”
Both Harry and Daphne shook their heads.
Sirius grinned. “It’s the building behind Twilfitt’s. It looks just like a normal house from the outside. Go there and ask for the Morgana Suite at the reception. Trust me, you’ll love it much more than this cave,” Sirius said with a wink before changing back into his animagus form. He slowly ambled out of the cave, his tail wagging madly.
Harry turned to look at Daphne with a questioning look on his face.
Daphne shrugged. “We can go see what it is at the very least. I’ve never heard of it before and neither have you so I doubt we’d run into anyone we know there.”
“Beats this cave. We should get Sirius things to make it more comfortable.”
“I’ll draw up a list of things we can bring him,” Daphne said, getting to her feet and kissing his cheek.
Harry stood as well and dusted off his cloak. He grabbed her hand, and the two walked out of the dark cave and back into the sunshine. They took their time ambling down the path leading to Hogsmeade, silently savoring each other’s company and the chance to finally be free of the madness that had engulfed them after the Second Task. Daphne rested her head on his shoulder as they walked, humming a quiet tune.
They took a backstreet to avoid the crowds of Hogwarts students thronging the Main Street and shops of Hogsmeade, emerging onto the quiet and deserted path behind Twilfitt’s.
“That’s the one, right?” Harry pointed to the nondescript building directly opposite the clothing store. Daphne nodded and Harry walked up the building. The sign above the shut front door proclaimed it to be Club Black, letting the couple know they had arrived at the correct place.
Daphne pushed open the door, jumping slightly at the harsh ringing of a bell. They traversed the deserted atrium and paused in front of the reception desk. A man was lounging in a chair behind the desk, his face obscured by the newspaper he was reading.
“Yes?” he asked gruffly without bothering to fold or bend the newspaper so he could look at them.
“We’d like the Morgana Suite please,” Daphne said, squeezing Harry’s hand.
“For how long?”
Daphne looked at Harry quizzically.
“Uhm, three hours? Is that alright?”
“Sure. Nine galleons.” The man leaned his chair back to grab a key from the ones dangling from a rack fixed to the wall. “First floor, last door down the hallway.” He passed Harry the key and pocketed the gold coins Harry offered in return. He then picked up the newspaper and went back to reading it without bothering to give either of them a second glance. “What’s your favorite scent?”
“Lavender,” Harry said without hesitation. It was what Daphne’s hair smelled of on any given day, and he had quickly grown to love it.
“Great.” The man picked up a quill and scribbled something on the open ledger on his desk without taking his eyes away from his newspaper.
Harry and Daphne climbed the rickety staircase located right next to the desk. They slowly made their way down the heavily carpeted hallway, past rows of shut doors. They were all painted black, with the exception of the last one which was painted white.
Harry took a deep breath and pushed the key in the door’s lock before turning it and pushing the door open, hoping the entire thing wasn’t simply one of his godfather’s pranks.
“Holy Merlin’s Forkballs,” Daphne breathed as she stepped into the dimly lit room.
Harry’s eyes widened when he followed her inside, the man quietly echoing her sentiments. The room was as large as the entirety of his dorms, illuminated by strategically placed candles that flooded the entire place with a dim red glow. He shut the door behind him and walked deeper into their new sanctum, looking around at everything on offer with a mixture of amazement and desire.
His ‘chest of kinky wonders’ paled in front of what the room had to offer. Every toy, every piece of equipment he could dream of… there was even an entire cabinet dedicated to potions!
“Guess we know why the guy at the reception asked for my favorite scent,” Harry murmured. The faint hints of lavender hitting his nose were just enough to be pleasant without being overpowering.
“The Morgana Suite. They should probably call this Heaven.” Daphne grinned and leaned up on her tiptoes to run her fingers over the cold steel of the manacles dangling from the ceiling.
“You like?” Harry asked, lighting a fire in the ornate fireplace to add the only things that the room was lacking. Warmth and a little more light.
Daphne walked over to him and hugged his waist, burying her face in his back. “I love,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by his cloak. “I don’t know what half the stuff in this room is for, but I can’t wait for you to teach me.”
“Daphne?”
“Yes, daddy?”
Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up to his lips, kissing it gently. “Thank you. You’re perfect.”
Daphne giggled, a sound of pure happiness that she allowed herself to feel only when they were alone. With him, she had no walls. No defenses. “I thought I was a bratty pain in your ass.”
“No reason you can’t be both,” Harry pointed out, turning in her hold. He bent and captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his hands cupping her cheeks. His tongue swiped her soft pink lips and Daphne acquiesced with a moan, letting his tongue slip through her parted lips. She submitted without a fight and allowed him to explore and plunder her mouth. “I haven’t forgotten about your request,” he whispered as he pulled away for air, a thin trickle of drool connecting her swollen lips to his.
“Request?” Daphne panted, her brain short-circuiting.
Damn him and his firm chest and pretty eyes.
“To collar you,” Harry said with a smile. He led her to the large king-sized bed, gently pushing her down onto the black satin sheets.
Daphne sank into the soft mattress, looking up at him in confusion as she was pushed down on her back. “I have a collar, sir,” she reminded him. Her fingers traced the black leather band around her neck before she grabbed the oval pendant that dangled from it. She lifted the pendant away from her skin, tracing the initials carved into its back. ‘H.P.’
His.
“No, one that’s made just for you. I saw a catalog on the rack downstairs. I want us to pick one together, and then I want to collar you in a proper ceremony,” Harry elaborated, his cheeks pink. He was suddenly shy, his mind focused on the fact that this would be his first real relationship. That she would be his first real relationship.
And given his feelings for her, he was terrified of fucking it up.
“Uhm, I really should have made this more romantic. I’m sorry. This is probably the worst proposal in the history of proposals,” Harry mumbled, his blush deepening.
Daphne pushed herself up and gently kissed him. “Daddy, it’s perfect. This is us,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “We were never meant to be normal. Dark sex dungeons and near-death experiences are our versions of romantic dates,” she whispered, kissing along his jawline. “When you say you want to collar me, what do you mean?”
“I mean I want to…” Harry took a deep breath. “We’ve been dancing around what we mean to each other a lot. Part of it is my fault, because I have no idea how things work outside the bedroom. I’ve never had the interest or the time for a real relationship.”
“Now you do?” Daphne asked, undoing his cloak and letting it fall to the floor. Her nimble fingers started to work on his shirt, quickly unbuttoning the annoying garment. If it was up to her, her boyfriend would be shirtless all the time.
“Turns out I only needed to meet the right girl.”
“Tell me more about this ‘right girl’,” Daphne demanded, biting her lower lip. She pulled away for a second to let him get out of his shirt, her fingers immediately moving to his pants.
“Well, she’s a Slytherin, which, given my history, I used to think was insane. But not anymore. Now, I think it’s perfect. Yin and Yang, as Hermione keeps muttering,” Harry groaned as his pants pooled around his ankles, the pressure on his throbbing manhood suddenly relieved. He stepped out of them and kicked them away, towering over Daphne. “She’s got a mouth on her. Probably too sassy for her own good.” Harry pushed her back down on the bed, taking his time to undress her. Her cloak was first, discarded within seconds. “A massive pain in my ass. Keeps getting hurt trying to help me and then I have to worry for weeks.”
“Sounds like a nightmare,” Daphne mumbled, peering up at him through her thick lashes.
“Oh, she is. But she’s my nightmare,” Harry reminded her, roughly flipping her over to more easily take off her blouse and skirt.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Can I keep my pendant?”
“The stone you have right now? We can probably get a proper gen, but if you want that… are you sure?”
Daphne nodded.
“It’s your collar. Your choice.” He pulled her blouse free from her arms and tossed it to the floor before pulling her skirt down her legs, the garment joining the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothes.
He flipped her over again, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him. Daphne’s eyes were shut, her face graced with a small smile and pink cheeks. Her large breasts strained against a tight lacy bra, stiff nipples poking through the thin fabric. A lacy scarlet bra trimmed with gold. His eyes moved lower, to the matching panties.
She was wearing his house colors, and Harry had never been as aroused as he was at that particular moment.
“Daphne…” he breathed sharply, his cock throbbing in his boxers. “What’s this?”
Daphne grinned. She didn’t have to see him to know just how turned-on he was. His voice was proof enough. “I may be a Slytherin Ice Queen, but I’m a Gryffindor Princess, sir,” Daphne reminded him with a teasing smile. “I thought it was only right for my clothes to reflect that.”
“Fuck,” Harry groaned, his eyes fixed on the thin swirls of gold looping around her slender waist. He stepped away from her in a hurry, not wanting to end their night prematurely.
He walked around the room, gathering everything he needed for his plan while Daphne obediently stayed on the bed with her eyes closed. She hummed quietly, the sweet melody only adding to the perfect atmosphere in the room.
“Do you trust me?” Harry asked, pulling a small wheeled table to the bed.
Daphne slowly opened her eyes, her normally intimidating and stormy gray eyes only holding adoration for her boyfriend. “With everything,” she said, her voice filled with quiet conviction.
Harry picked up a black satin blindfold from the table, quickly securing it around her eyes. Daphne sighed and flopped back onto the bed, the lack of sight a welcome relief from the worries of the world. It helped her slip into Subspace, freeing her from the shackles of her own mind.
I am safe. I am adored.
Harry pressed a vial against her lips and Daphne obediently parted them, quaffing down the minty potion in a single gulp. It was only after Harry had pressed his wand against her temple and cast a simple silencing charm to fill her ears with buzzing that she realized what the potion was for. Her skin suddenly felt alive, with every sensation amplified tenfold. She could feel the elastic bands of her bra scrape against her skin as Harry freed her breasts. Even the gentle scraping of her panties against her wet slit drew a loud moan from her lips, the poor girl bucking her hips in desperation.
She couldn’t see or hear what he was doing. She was completely at his mercy, especially after ropes snaked around her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, tying her hands together and leaving her entire body exposed to him.
Fuck.
Arousal streamed down her thighs, soaking and staining her green and silver stockings. She bit her lip to stifle her moans, only for his hand to gently free the bruised lip. It was at that moment that she realized why he hadn’t gagged her.
He wanted to hear her. He wanted her to moan and scream and beg.
Fuck fuck fuck. I am so screwed.
Another gush of arousal flooded out of her aching pussy and she could almost imagine his chuckle at her helpless squirming.
“SIR!” Daphne squealed when the ice cube was pressed against her nipple. Her mind went blank, nerves overloaded by the pinpoint of stinging radiating from her breast. Her stiff nub was throbbing under the cube and just as she was about to use their safe word he pulled it away, gently tracing the rim of her areola with it.
“Fuck!”
SMACK!
Daphne’s eyes flew open at the slap to her pussy, the potion magnifying the intensity of the gentle smack. A strangled shriek escaped her lips, her hands involuntarily jerking against the ropes binding them in place. The pleasant buzzing in her ears was replaced by the sound of his breathing and the gentle crackling of the wood burning in the fireplace the moment his wand pressed against her forehead.
“Good girls don’t cuss, Miss Greengrass.”
Good girls also don’t let their boyfriends fuck them silly in a sex dungeon!
“Yes, sir,” Daphne murmured, breathing heavily.
Harry had switched the cube to her other nipple, holding it in place just long enough for her to reach her breaking point before pulling it away. Again he traced the rim of her pink areola and all Daphne could do was kick her legs helplessly and try to ignore the pressure building up in her throbbing core.
He probably hasn’t even taken off his boxers and I’m ready to cum, she thought, her cheeks a dark red.
The embarrassment might have proved a damper if she wasn’t so turned on by it, the idea of being Harry Potter’s needy cumslut heightening her arousal to impossible levels.
“Please,” Daphne begged, her thighs slick and gleaming with the arousal running down her legs.
Harry silently picked up the lit candle from the small table and tilted it over her, letting a small dollop of hot wax drip onto her belly, just above her navel.
“Sir, please!” Daphne moaned, her back arching. Her overstimulated brain was completely scrambled, free of all thoughts, and entirely focused on the sensations coursing through her sensitive body.
Harry relieved her pink skin by pressing the ice cube against it. Daphne sighed as the cold ice counteracted the heat of the wax. She could feel it solidify against her skin, another mark of his claim on her.
If I get any wetter I’ll flood the bloody room, she thought, taking the momentary pause to collect herself. She wondered what he planned to do next, a question that was answered as soon as a dollop of wax landed right on her stinging nipple. Daphne sobbed as the rosy peak was submerged in the hot liquid, Harry’s hand on her shoulder gently pushing her back down on the bed before he began to massage her throbbing nub with the ice.
Again and again, he repeated the cycle, alternating between the hot wax and the cold ice, driving his poor submissive wild as he covered her body with wax.
“Please please please,” Daphne begged, squirming on the bed as the last dollop landed on the triangle pointing to her pussy, mere inches from her wet slit. Her chest was heaving and the girl blinked in surprise as the spell was lifted, the buzzing in her ears replaced by a serene quiet.
“Please what, Daphne?” Harry asked quietly. He clicked his fingers and the ropes binding her wrists fell away. She kept her arms in place, however. He hadn’t given her permission to move, and she was far too deep in Subspace to disobey him or be bratty.
“Please,” Daphne whined again, pressing her legs together and rubbing her thighs for the friction she so desperately craved.
Harry grabbed her hips, his fingers leaving angry red marks on her alabaster skin. He effortlessly flipped her over and took a second to admire her firm ass and the buttplug poking out between her cheeks before he grabbed her ponytail, pulling her up from the bed and against his chest.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Miss Greengrass?”
“Please, sir!” Daphne moaned. His hands had moved to her breasts, gently kneading and massaging the heavy, creamy mounds.
“Ask me nicely,” Harry growled, kicking her legs apart. His shaft was smeared with her juices as he rubbed his throbbing manhood against her slick thighs. Daphne squirmed, wriggling her hips in an attempt to get his cock to its rightful place.
In me! She thought with a frustrated sob.
“Please fuck me, sir,” Daphne begged. Her lips were parted as she panted, her tongue lolling out.
Harry grinned and grabbed the base of his shaft, gently guiding his tip to her wet slit. He groaned as he pushed inside, his sensitive tip immediately ensconced in the familiar warmth of her pussy. Her walls fluttered around his length, drawing him deeper and deeper into her belly. Daphne was reduced to a moaning and mewling mess as her tight, over-sensitive pussy was impaled with inch after inch of his thick girth.
“What are you?”
Daphne flushed. “I’m your needy princess,” she mumbled, her cheeks blazing with embarrassment. Her body betrayed her, a gush of arousal leaking out of her pussy and coating the cock roughly pistoning in and out of her.
Harry growled and pinched her nipple, the wax coating it cracking and crackling as he harshly twisted it. Daphne shrieked.
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“I’m your needy princess, sir!” Daphne sobbed, shivering in Harry’s arms as she felt his hand move down to her clit. He began to gently massage the bundle of nerves as he fucked her, slowly increasing the intensity of his rubbing to match the speed of his pumping. She was already so very close.
“And don’t you forget it,” Harry growled. He groaned, his balls tightening as his own orgasm rapidly approached. She was deliciously tight, her walls aching as they stretched with every thrust to accommodate his length.
Daphne came without warning, a loud moan escaping her parted lips. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body went limp in his arms, the girl passing out as the powerful orgasm slammed into her overstimulated body. She squirted, her arousal dripping out of her pussy and coating his cock, both their thighs, and completely soaking her stockings. The smell of sex would cling to them for weeks, but that wasn’t something she was currently in a state to worry about.
Harry kept going for as long as he could, gritting his teeth to avoid the temptation of giving in. It proved impossible in the end. Her walls clamped around his shaft in a velvet embrace that made escape impossible. He plunged deep into her belly and erupted with a loud groan, collapsing with her down on the bed as he painted her walls with his cum. He stayed inside her, filling her up with his seed while he peppered her sweaty face with kisses.
After taking a few minutes to collect himself and gather the strength and will to move he pulled out of her, chuckling at the quiet mewl from the half-conscious girl. He pulled away the blindfold from her eyes and tossed it to the floor.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. One day he’d tell her that when she was in a state to actually hear what he said.
He took a step away from her, admiring her perfect hourglass shape and the purple wax blobs dotting her pink skin. “You more than make up for every shit thing life has handed me,” he added, tucking her in bed before quickly getting dressed. He slipped out of the room, making his way down to the reception to book the room for the entire day.
Daphne was fast asleep, her tired body and mind comforted by one immutable fact.
Harry Potter loved her, and she loved him.
Notes:
Daphne finally meets Sirius, wonder what these two will get up to? Previous chapters of this story are available as PDFs and EPUBs through the Google Drive link in my pinned post! If you'd like to see artwork of Daphne in the Gryffindor themed lingerie, join my Discord Server! Poor Harry, he has so much explaining to do to Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass. If you want to see them do something specific in the Morgana Suite, remember to comment in the Share Your Requests post that I posted!
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Brian Jordan
' “He has this annoying habit of trying to keep everyone around him safe and take all the danger on himself,” Daphne teased. “It is annoying, isn’t it?” Sirius responded, winking at the grinning Slytherin. “He gets it from his father.” “Hey! What’s going on?” Harry protested, alternating between looking at his girlfriend and his godfather. “You brought me here so I could get to know your godfather. I’m getting to know your godfather,” Daphne replied with a cheeky grin. ' Memo to Harry: This is what you wanted. You forgot just how risky that could be didn't you.
