Clever Snakes- Part 5

AN: At least for now, this is going to be the final part of this story. I hope you enjoy!

Casting-

Tracey- Shaelah McGilton

Daphne- Nicole Deliah

Harry stepped out of the floo flames and looked around. There was a soft pop beside him and he found himself looking at the Davis family house elf, Mitty. They’d met before, the previous summer when he and the girls had spent time together. But it was the first time since they’d gotten back from their fourth year that he’d had the pleasure.

It was clear from the way his already bulbous eyes widened, that he wasn’t expecting him, “Harry Potter, sir… Mitty wasn’t expecting you. Mitty’ll tell Miss Tracey…” 

“No, I’d rather you just tell me where she is, Mitty. I’d like to surprise her.” Harry spoke kindly to the elf even if he was masking some personal frustrations.

“Oh well,” He glanced around nervously before finally telling him, “She’s in her room and Mitty is sure that she’ll be happy to see you.”

A month ago, I would’ve agreed with you, but now I’m not so sure. With a smile, he thanked the elf and walked toward the stairs. The Davis’s house was far from the extravagance of the Black’s, as he’d come to experience thanks to Sirius, or the Greengrass’s from what Daphne said, but it was a comfortable home that had a warmth lacing in the others. He knew the path to Tracey’s bedroom and found the door slightly ajar.

Pushing it open just a bit more, he found Tracey sitting at her desk furiously writing onto a piece of parchment. He watched her for only a few seconds before she scoffed and threw the quill down and looked ready to ball up her hard work and throw it against the wall. That was when he chose to knock on her door frame, “Am I interrupting?”

“Harry!” She nearly jumped out of her skin, as she clutched at her chest in what he thought was an entirely overdramatic display, “What are you doing here?!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle and that just made her scowl. Deciding not to play with fire, he explained himself, “Well, when the two people I’ve become closest two over the last three years suddenly stop talking to me…”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I sent you an owl!” It was obvious that her protests sounded hollow even to her, and she struggled to meet his eye as he raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Right…” He drew the word out skeptically, “Three and a half weeks ago. Anyway, when that happens, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to get concerned.” And that was to say nothing of Daphne who’d gone completely silent since the end of term, “You know if you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore it would’ve been nice if you at least had the decency to tell me.”  

Tracey looked genuinely distressed at the accusation and had a hard time meeting his eye as she mumbled something out. Calmly, he pressed her, “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

It looked like she was on the verge of crying as she hugged her arms around herself, “I know you’re right… I should’ve sent you more letters. It was really crappy of me. You didn’t deserve to be ignored just because… of everything going on.”

He didn’t know what to expect when he finally got here to address the situation, but this… sullen acceptance wasn’t it. Ever since the first time he properly met her, she’d had a certain fire about her.  All it did was make him worry that much more. Whatever’s going on must be terrible.

He walked over to his friend and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Guiding her over to her bed, he sat down beside her and just let her lean into him for support. Softly he told her, “Whatever ‘everything’ is that’s going on, you know that you can tell me, right?”

Tracey only shook her head, and he was sure that he could feel tears starting to stain the front of his shirt. Running his hand through her dark tresses, it came to rest on the top of her head where he started massaging her scalp. He knew without a doubt that it would calm her down better than any words.

He was right as he felt some of the tension leave her body, “Does it have something to do with Daphne?”

Tracey stiffened, all that tension back just as quickly as it had left her, which was answer enough as far as he was concerned. He got his confirmation as he felt her nod against him.

He just kept massaging her head as he tried to convince her, “I know that there are things that you’re going to keep between yourselves, but I really thought that we’ve grown close enough that we could share our troubles with each other.” He heard her sniffle, and he knew that he was close to getting the truth out of her, “The two of you have always been a great help to me… Merlin knows things would be a whole lot different without you, and I’d like the chance to return the favor if there’s any way that I can.”

That made her giggle, though it was wet and tinged with sadness, “As far as I remember you did return the favor… repeatedly, particularly last year.”

He should’ve known that’s where her mind would go, and he just rolled his eyes, “Return the favor in kind, you perv.”

“I… I don’t think that there’s anything you can do.” Her voice sounded small and defeated. It was entirely out of character for a young woman who took on the task of finding the Chamber of Secrets as though it were a perfectly reasonable course of action.

“Give me the chance and maybe I’ll just surprise you, both of you if I were to wager.”  It wouldn’t be the first time over the years that he managed it.

Tracey took a deep breath and pulled away from him. For a long while, all she did was stare into his eyes before she finally shook her head and relented, “She’s going to bloody well kill me for this, but you deserve to know… I told her that from the start. You know how stubborn she can be though.” About as stubborn as him, and that really was saying something.

“So, what’s going on?”                      

“Daphne’s father has been in negotiations for a betrothal… with Lucius Malfoy.” Harry felt a burning fire of anger hot in his chest, but he forced himself to restrain himself for Tracey’s sake.

He didn’t know if she’d be able to explain if he let it out, “That’s awful.”

“Trust me, I know.” Wiping the tears from her eyes, she continued, “The Greengrass family has debts, debts that Malfoy is aware of. He’s offering Daphne’s father a way out, and the cost is her hand in marriage with Draco.”

“But she can’t stand the little bastard!”

“We know that, and he certainly does as well, but he wants her anyway. I don’t know if it’s because he sees her as a trophy to collect, or well…” She looked guiltily at him, “that he realizes how close the two of you are, but he wants her regardless. You can imagine the sort of clauses that will be added to their contract to ensure her… obedience.”           

They were always careful to keep their friendship, and more, as private to the rest of the school as they possibly could. The only exception was the Yule Ball, but even then, he’d taken Tracey rather than Daphne knowing that her fellow elitists Slytherins would be far harsher on her than her half-blood friend.

And Tracey was right, he could imagine what sort of things Lucius would insist on including. It only made that fire in his chest burn hotter. Standing, he leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, “Thank you for telling me.”  

She blushed and looked down as she smiled, “Like I said, I wanted to from the beginning. Daphne just couldn’t.” She turned her gaze to his face and saw the stony look of sheer determination there, and her smile fell, “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to deal with it one way or another. Don’t worry.”

“Harry, really there’s…”

“Nothing to be done?” he couldn’t hide his incredulity, “After all of the impossible things that you’ve managed over the years, and all the things you know I’ve done, why in the world would you think there’s nothing that can be done?”

Tracey stared at him wide-eyed because it was probably the first time since they’d known each other that he’d ever shown any real anger toward her. And then she just hung her head, softly telling him, “You’re right. I should know better by now, we both should. You don’t have much time to find a solution though.”

Harry finally smiled then and tucked his finger under her chin to make her look at him, “Well, I better be off then.” He pecked her on the lips and left her behind, stunned.

As he neared the Davis’s fireplace, it erupted green and out stepped Daphne. She looked thinner than the last time he’d seen her and like she hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep since getting back from the end of term. The prospect of marrying Malfoy would do that to just about anyone other than Pansy I imagine.    

It took her a second to even realize who she was looking at and when she did, there was obvious panic, “Harry what are you…” Before she had the chance to finish, he just took her in his arms and hugged her close. Her body just melded into him as she held onto him like her life depended on it.

It strengthened what was already an iron resolve. Reluctantly, he pulled away and held her at arm’s length, “I’ll see you soon, I promise.” She looked ready to say something, but he didn’t give her the chance.

Stepping to the fireplace, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it down to the stone as he spoke, “Grimmauld Place.”

The once dilapidated Black family home looked a great deal different in the year and a half since Sirius was freed. It would surely have most of the people who lived there over the centuries spinning in their grave if they were to see it, which brought its newest owner no small amount of joy.

“Dobby.” The excitable house elf had worked at Hogwarts for the first year after Harry tricked Lucius, but when he found out that Sirius needed a new elf, he readily offered his services.

“Harry Potter, sir, is back. What can Dobby do for him?”   

“Do you know where Sirius is? I need to speak with him.”

“Master Sirius,” Despite his godfather’s protests, he refused to call him anything else and over time had just worn him down, “is in the lounge with Mister Lupin.”

“Thanks, Dobby.” Even that simple praise was enough to excite the little elf. He hurried through the house and found the two men in the lounge just as Dobby said.

 “Hello, Harry.” Remus greeted him, “It’s good to see you again.”

“There’s my godson back from another one of his daring adventures, I’m sure.” They each had a glass of firewhiskey on the table in front of them, and from the look of the bottle it was at least their second.

Harry snorted a laugh, “It was just Tracey’s house.”

“And any girl’s home can be far more daring than some of your most dangerous excursions, Harry.” Sirius offered his sage wisdom, “It only depends on what you get up to and whether or not her father catches you.”

There was probably some truth to that, though considering he’d stared down a basilisk, perspective really was everything. He didn’t have time to go into detail about that sort of thing though, “There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

That piqued his interest, “What about?”

“I need you to contact Lord Greengrass and begin negotiations for a betrothal contract between me and his daughter Daphne.”

Of all the things Sirius was expecting to be asked, that was rather low on the list, “What?”

Harry turned to Remus, “Did I stutter?”

The werewolf chuckled with a shake of his head, “No, but give him a moment. He can be rather slow at times. It’ll take time to process.”

“Hey!” That was enough to break him out of his stupor, “I’m not slow you berk! I just didn’t expect my godson to ask me about something so… antiquated.” He returned his attention to Harry, “Betrothals are outdated. Only the oldest, traditional pureblood families still use them. Why in the world would you want me to negotiate one for you?”

“Because Daphne is one of my best friends.” Remus snorted at that, and the older men shared a look. He chose to ignore them, “And she doesn’t deserve to be stuck with bloody Draco Malfoy for the rest of her life because her father made some bad financial decisions!”

“Still a betrothal…”

“Can be written however you, or we, see fit.” Harry reminded him, “There’s no reason it can’t give Daphne all the freedom in the world and still protect her from Malfoy.”

“He’s right, you know.”

Remus’s support was enough to make Sirius to throw his hands up in defeat, “Fine, fine, I’ll send him an owl.”

Summoning a piece of parchment and a quill, Harry offered them, “No time like the present.” Sirius grumbled briefly but set himself to the task.

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“I must admit, I was surprised to get your owl, Sirius.” Lord Damion Greengrass had dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He had a dour set to his lips that made it easy to assume that he was in a bad mood.

But as his eyes scanned the last of the betrothal agreement, it was hard to see him as anything but ecstatic, “Your reticence about many of our traditions were well known even in your school days. Didn’t you refuse to uphold your own betrothal contract?”

Sirius didn’t seem fazed by the question, “I had good reasons for my refusal then, just as I have good reason for embracing them now. Times change and so do circumstances.”

“Something that I know all too well if I’m being honest.” He reached for his quill, and let the ink drop down into the pot, “I see no harm in telling you that I had a rather poor turn of fortune in recent years, and that alone was what drove me toward a betrothal for Daphne to begin with. I would’ve preferred someone from my own contingent of the Wizengamot, but Lucius’s terms were by far the most lucrative… at least until yours came along. I can’t help but wonder, why the sudden interest in my Daphne?”

Harry was sitting next to Sirius, staring at the tip of the quill hanging just above the parchment and willing it to drop those few centimeters and sign the damn thing. What bloody difference does it matter why?! You’re getting what you want!

For all Sirius despised his pureblood upbringing, it was obvious that he’d learned his lessons well. He indulged Damion without batting an eye, “You’re well aware of my unjust incarceration, just as you’re well aware it was your daughter who helped to ensure that I received justice.”

“Of course, it was one of our family’s proudest moments.” Whether he believed it or not, it didn’t really matter. To say anything less would’ve meant insulting the Head of the Black family.

“And considering her instrumental help, I can think of no finer young woman I would want to become a part of my house.” Sirius meant that sincerely, regardless of what he thought of doing it through a betrothal.

“She’ll be a fine addition, I assure you.” With that he finally let the tip drop to the parchment as he scratched out his signature. Harry felt palpable relief as he placed the quill back into its pot.

“Shall I call her, and we’ll give the two a chance to converse. And we’ll go and share a bottle of 1960 Ogden’s Finest to celebrate ourselves.” Damion Greengrass was clearly not a man who took an interest in the day-to-day goings on of his daughter’s life. If he’d listened to even one of her stories over the previous two years, he’d at the very least know that Harry and Daphne were acquaintances.

“I’d be a fool to refuse such a fine vintage.” Sirius could drink just as well at home, but it was always better to drink someone else’s liquor if they were offering it.

“Sabby!” A house elf appeared, “Could you please summon Daphne to the study for me.”

“Of course, master.” The elf was gone with a pop, and the three men waited.

It took only a minute before there was a knock on the door. He heard her voice from behind him, cold and proper as he would’ve expected, “Father, you wished to see me.” The chairs he and Sirius were sitting in were large, bordering on ostentatious, and certainly hid them from her sight as she came in.

“Yes, Daphne, I’ve just finished negotiations for your betrothal. I thought it only right that you get a moment to meet with your newly promised.” He said it so clinically but managed to finish with a genuine smile, “Please, come.”

There was no resigned sigh, or angry outburst, just dutiful steps taken through the room until she was next to her father’s desk. When she turned around, he saw her neck bob, and the slight widening of her eyes, but other than that, she gave nothing away. Her words were even as she bowed her head and greeted them, “Hello, Lord Black, Heir Black and Potter.”

It was never something that they discussed, but he was always aware that she understood the intricacies of the wizarding families far better than he ever would.

Sirius stood, took her hand and kissed it, “Heir Greengrass, it’s a pleasure to see you again. I only was able to thank you briefly before, but I really never can repay you.”

Her eyes flicked to Harry, and he had a feeling that she disagreed with him considering he was sitting in the seat and not Draco, “It was luck, but luck that I’m most grateful for.”

“Yes, yes,” Damion stood from his desk, “Come Sirius, and I’ll get that drink I promised so they can have a moment.”

Harry and Daphne just stared at each other as the two men made their way out of the room. Understandably, the door stayed open but as their steps faded Daphne finally moved. She was standing across from him in two steps before she shoved him in the shoulder, “What did you do?!” He’d never seen her at such a loss of what to do.

“You’re not the only one who can solve a problem when you’re presented with one, Daphne.” Even though it didn’t hurt in the slightest, he rubbed at where she’d hit him, “And that’s an odd way of showing your appreciation.”

She pushed his shoulder again, more playfully than the first and he pushed to his feet and pulled her into a hug, “You should’ve told me sooner. I could’ve saved you a lot of sleepless nights.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you how guilty I felt ignoring you, keeping it all from you.” Daphne was even less likely than Tracey to cry, but he could feel the tears staining his neck. They were from relief and happiness all at once, “I… I didn’t know how to tell you… I didn’t know if I should get you involved. There was every chance you would’ve gone off and done something reckless.”

“Like challenge Malfoy to a duel? Father and son, both?” They chuckled together at that, “Have some faith in me, though I did think of using the duel that he forfeited me in first year if he did manage to get the contract signed before I could intervene.”

“How clever.” She pulled away and looked at him with one arched eyebrow, “Have we been rubbing off on you?”

“You know you have,” he smiled lasciviously and she only blushed, “but there’s something I might have never told you.”

“What’s that?”

“The hat was going to put me in Slytherin, until I told it not to.”

Her mouth opened in shock before she had the presence of mind to ask, “Malfoy?”

“Right in one,” He poked her on the nose, and she scowled, “I couldn’t think of anything I wanted less than to spend seven years as his dormmate.”

“Can’t say I blame you for that… right sight better than the thought of spending the rest of your life with him though.” Now that it was no longer a possibility, it was easier to joke about it.

Harry kissed her quick and playful, “Something you’re never going to have to worry about again.”

That made her grin from ear to ear, and she leaned in for a proper kiss, “Thanks to you.” She took his hand and pulled him out of the room, “Come on, there’s someone that we need to tell.”

“Won’t your father wonder where we’ve gone?” Whether he liked the man or not, he didn’t’ want to get on his bad side the first day of being promised to his daughter.

“Now that he’s gotten what he wanted out of this whole thing, no, I think not.” Daphne kept pulling him through the corridors with ever quicker steps, “Besides he trusts Tracey.”

“Really?” He trusted her too, about a great many things, but being alone with him and Daphne wasn’t one of them.

“She’s very good at playing the part she needs to when she needs to.” She reminded him, “My father would never suspect a bit of what she’s really like. The girl could be an actress if she really wanted to, trust me.” After what he’d seen from Daphne since arriving, he was rather confident she wouldn’t make a half bad actress either.

They made it to the floo and after a quick trip through the network they were standing in the Davis’s foyer. Mitty popped in next them, “Miss Daphne and Mister Harry, it feels so long since the two of you were here together. Miss Tracey will be so happy to see you.”

“Is she in her room, Mitty?”

“Yes, miss, Mitty’ll let you surprise her.”  With that the elf popped away and they made their way up. The house was quiet, and Harry had a suspicion that Daphne knew it would be.

They found Tracey lying on her bed, back against the pillows with a book on her lap. When the door opened, she rose one eyebrow in question, “Alright… clearly I’m missing something?”

“He said that he was going to take care of it,” Daphne turned to look at him. There were so many emotions in it, but the clearest was genuine appreciation, “And he did.”

“So, you’re not betrothed to Draco?”

“No, I’m betrothed to Harry.” She held his hand and leaned into his side, “I’m going to be his Lady Black.”

Tracey bounced off the bed and pulled them both into a crushing hug, “That’s brilliant! I told you we should have told him from the start!””

“Yes, I know.” Daphne begrudgingly conceded, “And I’m sure you’re not going to let me forget it anytime soon.”

 “Not for a few years at least,” Tracey agreed before she pulled away with mischief in her eye, “So, does this make me the other woman? The mistress? The concubine?”

Blinking owlishly, Harry really didn’t have an answer for her. His only thought in the entire process had been to make sure Daphne didn’t end up in a betrothal she wanted no part in. He hadn’t considered what that would mean for Tracey.

But from her giddy giggle, she wasn’t all that concerned about it either. Daphne rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics, but loved them all the same, “That’s something we’ll need to figure out eventually… but for now, I had a thought.”

Tracey stopped her giggling to look at her friend more seriously, “Oh, what’s that?”

Daphne moved so that she was standing beside her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Though it wasn’t nearly quiet enough that he wouldn’t be able to here to, “There’s tradition that needs to be upheld.”

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more.” With a surprising amount of coordination, considering it was entirely unplanned, they reached out to grab his robes and pulled him toward the bed. He sat at the edge as they went to their knees right between his.

With practiced ease, they relieved him of his belt and trousers and left him in just his pants. He watched, utterly enthralled, as they stripped each other. Eager as they were, they still managed to make their hurried motions undeniably sexy until he had two beautiful girls kneeling at his feet naked and ready.

When they were done making sure he had the best possible view, Tracey’s nails scraped against his thigh as he felt Daphne’s warm breath caress his rapidly swelling length as she placed little kisses from the covered tip all the way to the base.

“Someone’s happy to see us…” Tracey shot him a flirty wink as her fingers slipped through the leg of his pants and scraped against his bloated ball sack.

Harry had to hold back a whimper as Daphne chose that moment to squeeze his swollen head. A drop of precum spurted from his cock and stained his pants as he groaned out, “Bloody hell… yes… you can’t imagine how much I missed you both.”

“Trust us… we were no better.” Daphne guaranteed him as she finally, blessedly grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, freeing his desperate prick, “Have you been good and saved up every drop for us… just like you promised?”

It was a promise made expecting that they’d be apart for a week, at most, when they were on the train ride back from Hogwarts but despite those assumptions proving to be quite painfully wrong, he’d kept his word. More because he had other things to worry about than anything else, but that wasn’t the point, “Of course I did.”

Tracey and Daphne shared a look, one that was filled with so many words that he just couldn’t hear, before they both turned darkened eyes back up to him. There was such wanton lust in them that it nearly made his breath hitch. When they leaned in at the same time, Tracey to latch on to his purple crown and Daphne to suckle his bollocks, that managed it.

Watching as the brunette slid her lips down his shaft in one smooth motion, he nearly came on the spot when he bumped the back of her throat and she gagged lewdly on his shaft. But even as she reached her limit, she just kept pushing. He could hear her breathing hard through her nose as she crammed the last couple inches into her gullet with a feverish enthusiasm that left him absolutely gobsmacked. When he felt her lips kissing the base of his shaft, he had to dig his nails into his palm hard enough that he nearly drew blood to keep from cumming.

Then he felt Daphne caressing his sensitive bollocks with her dexterous little tongue and another spurt of precum fired straight into Tracey’s throat. It made her moan, and the vibrations were absolutely heavenly. Then she started the journey back up his shaft and when her lips were hugging the ridge of his crown, she jammed every inch right back into her throat.

After about twenty strokes, with coordination so good it’d be fair to think they’d actually practiced it, Tracey pulled off with a gasp and Daphne eagerly took him into her mouth. She couldn’t take him quite as deep, but she made up for it by stroking what she couldn’t take with her slick fingers. Her thick spittle lathered up his length and she worked it into his sensitive skin as she drove him closer to the edge.

They switched five more times, without even a second of reprieve for him.

A month deprived of those wonderful sensations left him unable to handle their tender ministrations. With a guttural noise from deep in his chest, he tried to warm his newly betrothed, “Daph… I’m… I’m…cum…” While she clearly got the message, she only pulled back until his throbbing crown was between her lips.

He exploded like a geyser in her mouth, and he lost track of the number of times he spurted before he was finally spent. The entire time, she looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes filled with adoration and it only prolonged his ecstasy. By the time he was finished, her mouth was so full that there was a little bit that escaped at the corner of her lip.

He watched as Tracey leaned in to lick her way up to her best friend’s lips. If there was any chance of him going soft, it died a quick death as he watched them share his seed between them. As they kissed one last time, both girls turned to him with a smile. It was somehow giddy and naughty all at the same time and it spurred him to action.

Daphne squealed as she found herself lying on the edge of the bed. She bit the corner of her lip as he slapped his cock down against her slit, “Gods… you’re so fucking wet…”

“I know, but…”

Tracey was the one who cut her off as she laid down beside her on the bed, her finger going to twist one of her pale, pink nipples, “You always said that you needed to save yourself for the man that you were going to marry, and as of today, you know that its going to be Harry.”

“If you want to wait, you know I’ll understand, but Tracey’s right… today, tomorrow, or whenever we actually get married. It’s still going to be me. And there might’ve been something int the betrothal agreement to that affect as well.” It was an addition made at Harry’s suggestion that Sirius had only snickered at but obviously understood.

The problem for Daphne is that she knew what it was going to feel like, thanks to that wonderful little charm they found. It only made her want to try it for herself that much more. He let his member slide once between her plump lips covering the top of his cock in her slick juices. She whimpered as she struggled with her decision, “You aren’t making things any easier by doing that, you know!”

Tracey added to her problems as she let her hand drift from the curve of her full breast, down her taut stomach to her tiny slit. Her digits danced across both Harry’s tip and Daphne’s clit. Her words in her ear were breathy and persuasive, “You know what you want to say, Daph… why are you stopping yourself?”

Biting her lower lip, she nodded her head frantically, eyes locked onto Harry. When he hesitated, she found her voice strong and determined, “Take me, Harry. I want it.” She spread her legs wide, knees bent, as he angled his cock down, so that her plump lips were hugging his tip on either side, but he pushed no further. There was one more thing that only felt fair.

His wand was in his hand, and both girls seemed surprised by the casual display of wandless magic, “Geminus Voluptatum.” Tracey tweaked her own nipple and smiled as she watched Daphne shiver from the pleasure. The smile turned into a breathy, “oh” as Harry pushed his cock into Daphne’s snug walls.

As he met resistance, he leaned down to kiss her before breaking her maidenhood. He swallowed her sharp inhale as the pain came. Pleasure overtook it as he pushed deeper, stretching her around his cock for the first of many times.

Daphne’s touched her stomach where she could feel him pushing deeper. Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly open, and her golden hair fanned out around her head. She looked stunning even as her breath hitched when she felt him bottom out. She shuddered and her muscles flexed around his sensitive flesh, as she turned to Tracey, “I knew it would feel good… but this… is better than I imagined.”

The brunette kissed her cheek, “It hasn’t even started yet… and honestly, this isn’t half bad either.” As if to prove her point, she pushed her fingers into her own dripping sex, and Daphne was suddenly assaulted by the dual pleasure of his delving manhood and her friend’s plunging fingers. While she was no novice to pleasure, it was a new sensation that had her twitching around him in her first peak.

Her walls were velvet smooth and fit him like a glove, and his body cried out for him to move, to chase more of that exquisite pleasure. Smack… Smack… Smack… His movements were fluid. Not too fast, not too rough, but driving her wild as he made sure to grind down into her clit each time their bodies met.

He drove her ever closer to her peak with each thrust. Minutes ticking by in a blink as she thrashed on the bed with her friend beside her.

“Oh… fuck… Harry.” Her hand wrapped around his forearm as her toes curled. She came again around his cock. Her juices stained the sheets beneath her bum as he kept pistoning into her clutching depths.

Somehow, he managed to withstand the coaxing of her cunt as it tried to milk the seed from him. With his free hand, he found Tracey’s sex. He pushed her fingers aside to fill her with his own. He hooked two fingers inside of her, finding that one truly delicious spot, as his thumb flicked against her oversensitive nub.

“Oh… Morgana…” Her scream was deep and primal. Her juices squirted from her twitching tunnel and stained the ground at the edge of the bed.

And it triggered Daphen right from one orgasm into the next. It was so poignant that even words escaped her. Her eyes rolled in her head as her entire body flushed, and her tight sheath rippled and flexed wonderfully and unbearably.

He couldn’t hold out any longer and, with one last thrust, he buried every inch inside the curvaceous blonde. Her eyes widened, locking on his as she felt the first hot ropes fill her womb. Each pulse caused him to jerk within her as he draped himself over her body.

It was hard to know, but he thought he blacked out for a moment. Because the next thing he remembered, he felt soft lips against his shoulder and nails gently scraping at his back.

Tracey’s voice seemed slightly faraway, but the teasing in it was unmistakable, “So, everything you dreamed it was going to be, Daphne?”

“Better…”

“I know, right?” Tracey gushed, “We certainly did get lucky with this one. Some of the horror stories you hear form the other girls….”

Harry chuckled as he pushed himself up, mainly so he didn’t feel like he was crushing Daphne, “Glad I meet your exacting standards.”

They shared that look again, before saying together, “Always.”

For a moment, Tracey seemed deep in thought before she asked, “Say… you don’t need a Lady Potter, too? Do you?”

Daphne was the one to answer for him, “He does… and you know I wouldn’t accept anyone else.”

“Seconded.” Despite the fact they’d just finished a rather intense round of sex, it didn’t stop Tracey from bouncing around and hugging them.