"Explain to me how you also fucking Harry on a regular basis is supposed to reduce suspicion on me?" Astoria said, crossing her arms and staring at her mother-in-law. "Isn't it obvious how easily that could backfire? And more to the point, won't Draco think it's strange if he ever hears about you being seen with him?"
She was wise to Narcissa's game, and thankfully her objection seemed to give Harry pause. Narcissa has spent the rest of the weekend getting too close for comfort to Harry in her opinion. Beyond just the sex, watching them laying around chatting and getting to know each other did not make Astoria the least bit happy. Harry had clearly been receptive to Narcissa's pitch about being available to run interference and provide alibis for them if needed, but all three of them knew that Narcissa had more on her mind than simple aid. As she'd admitted herself, she'd never had sex like this in her life. Astoria could feel Narcissa worming her way into this and threatening her position (whatever the hell her position actually was), but it seemed she might have just dealt a blow.
Or at least that's what she'd hoped, but when Narcissa just smiled at her she realized that her mother-in-law already had an answer prepared. Narcissa turned away from her and addressed Harry directly.
"You will submit a formal request for my help in figuring out how to reinstate my older sister Andromeda into the Black Family lineage. It's a perfectly legitimate request; as I'm sure you've found for yourself, reinstating a family member who a previous head of the family has disowned isn't a simple matter."
"It sure as hell isn't," Harry said. "I've looked into it a bit." Astoria could feel her unease growing.
"I will approach Draco for permission, and I have no doubt he will grant it," Narcissa went on. Astoria couldn't argue there. Draco would see the opportunity to do a favor for Harry and get positive publicity from it, and jump at the chance to be seen having his family aid the revered Lord Potter-Black. "Once that's done it will be perfectly natural for me to pay you regular visits here. I could even drop by your office on occasion and Draco would find it to be perfectly natural should he hear about it."
"That makes sense to me," Harry said. "I'll get started on that paperwork soon." Astoria bit her cheek but said nothing. Apparently Narcissa was going to remain a fixture in their lives and in this thing between them whether Astoria liked it or not.
--
Astoria stepped out of the floo, grumbling to herself about what had been a stressful day at work. She knew she'd been crankier than usual today, but she couldn't help it. It seemed like the Accidental Magic office had made it their mission to make her job harder today through sheer general incompetence, Kingsley required all of the information Harry had ever gathered on a particular suspect and it had been Astoria's job to comb through years of files and copy over anything relevant into one concise document. And of course, hanging above it all was the news Draco had surprised her with that morning, just before she'd left. Out of the blue he'd told her that they would be going out of the country for a vacation starting tomorrow, and they'd be gone for a week.
She should have been happy about her husband springing a surprise vacation on her; their relationship had been growing increasingly colder and more distant lately. It had been far too long since they'd done something like this; she honestly couldn't even remember the last extended vacation they'd been on. That he'd arranged this should have thrilled her, even if he could have given her a little bit more of an advanced warning so she could have in turn given Harry a warning that she wouldn't be around the office for the next week.
It wasn't the suddenness of the trip that made her feel uneasy though. What worried her, what made her feel anxious was the prospect of an entire week without Harry, or without Harry's cock to be more specific. It stood to reason that Draco would have plenty of time for her with an entire week alone, but she felt a stab of anxiety. What if Draco showered her with attention over the next week and did his absolute best to please her and it still couldn't compare to what she felt when Harry fucked her? It was an unsettling thought, and it hadn't done anything to help her mood throughout the day.
Upon stepping out of the floo and into Black Manor (as Harry had commanded before he left the office that day), Astoria saw that there was a surprise waiting for, though after reflecting on her behavior throughout the day she realized maybe she shouldn't have been all that surprised. A butt plug, ring gag, some rope and the familiar paddle had all been left in a position of prominence on the table so she would see them as soon as she entered. But that wasn't all that was waiting for her. Astoria's eyes widened when she saw the number that had been spelled out in green smoke and was floating in the air. She knew what it meant but she couldn't believe it. Had she really accumulated that many spanks?!
Below the number there was a message that also floated in the air: Take everything off and put your hands behind your head. Astoria wasn't magically compelled to follow the directions Harry had left for her because of the unique way he'd chosen to deliver them, but she complied right away regardless, pulling her robes off and stripping out of her underwear without a word. She wondered if Harry had intentionally chosen to make his demand in a way that she technically could have resisted, at least temporarily. Maybe knowing that she would do what he said even without the vow forcing her compliance amused him.
Once she was naked and she'd linked her arms together behind her head like he'd ordered, all of the items he'd arranged came to life on their own. She realized that they must have been spelled to activate as soon as she'd followed the instructions and assumed the position. The rope wrapped around her arms to bind them in that position, the plug went up her arse (it felt wet upon entry, so she assumed there was some kind of lubricant or potion that he'd applied to it) and the gag went into her mouth. The paddle alone did not rise from the table, but Astoria knew it wouldn't stay there for long. If it hadn't started spanking her automatically, surely it was only because it was waiting to be wielded by the wizard who had prepared all of this.
"I'm glad to see that you followed my instructions," Harry said. She turned her head towards the stairs and watched him walk down slowly. She would bet that he had been watching it all, watching and enjoying. "At least you did something constructive today. You certainly were less than helpful at work today, wouldn't you agree?"
Astoria nodded. She knew it was what was expected of her but she couldn't pretend that it wasn't also true.
"It's good that you can acknowledge it," he said. "That's not going to be enough to get you out of your punishment of course, not after how big a bitch you were today." Astoria wasn't surprised by that. Harry rarely missed out on a chance to punish her for bad behavior. "Now that you're prepared, we can begin. I'm going to spank you 65 times, just like the number says, the number you earned, and you're gong to keep count. Out loud. If you miss a single one we will start over from zero."
"But..."
"I don't care about what's in your mouth," he said, cutting off her objection before she could even make it. "I'm not asking you to recite poetry. You just need to count from one to sixty five. I think you can handle that, don't you?"
It didn't really matter what Astoria's thoughts on the matter were. Her only job was to go along with his commands, follow his directions and keep count of the spanks. She didn't think it would even be that difficult for her. Maybe if he tried screwing her over on slurring her count with the gag in place, but she didn't think he would do that. If she did her best and counted along with the spanks as clearly as the ring gag allowed, she didn't think he would invent some excuse to start over. She felt confident she could handle this with no problems, even if that first smack of paddle against arse did make her jump a bit.
"One!" she said, keeping her voice as steady as she could and speaking up, putting a bit more volume into her voice to try and compensate for the ring gag. The next spank landed across the same arse cheek a few seconds later, and she called it out. It wasn't until the third, fourth and fifth spanks all came down in quick succession on the other cheek that she realized this was going to be tougher than she might have expected. The gag was its own obstacle, but she hadn't given the plug in her arse enough credit. She still felt that he'd put her through enough by now that she could have handled either of these issues easily enough on their own, but when you combined the two it became a bit more difficult for Astoria to absorb the spanks, keep her head clear and not mess her count up or miss a number.
"Fifty! Fifty one! Fifty two!" Astoria had to fight hard to maintain her focus and not falter, but she wasn't going to let herself fail. Her pride wouldn't allow it. The plug was doing its best to distract her, the gag made speaking a harder task than it had any right to be, and of course there were the spanks themselves. She was no stranger to being paddled by Harry, but there was only so much tolerance that her body and her mind could build up. He was a strong man and she felt it with every swing of that paddle. Her arse was going to be red and sore tomorrow. She was undoubtedly going to need to apply some kind of salve to at least hide the affects this spanking would have on her skin, because there was no plausible excuse she could make to Draco as to why her arse was so red once he got her undressed on their vacation.
The spanks continued, Harry giving her no time to rest, not letting up even slightly on the force of his swings and always varying his pattern and keeping her guessing on which cheek would receive the next spank. But Astoria held firm.
"Sixty-five!" she called out. She knew her voice had gotten less distinct towards the end but Harry hadn't called her on it or made her start over. He pulled the paddle back and nodded.
"Good job," he said. He put the paddle back down on the table, but she wasn't naive enough to think that this was over just because she'd made it through the allotted number of spanks. She knew him well enough by now to know that he was nowhere near done with her yet, and to be quite honest she wasn't ready for him to be. If she was about to go through an entire week without his cock, she wanted this night to last as long as possible. She could hate herself for that as much as she wanted when she was actually on her vacation with her husband, but right now she just wanted to enjoy the way he made her body feel.
Sure enough, he undid the jeans he'd changed into after work and pushed both them and his underwear down his legs. His cock was already partially hard but she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long, especially when he wrapped his hand around the base and began to stroke.
"Get down on your knees," he said. The vow was in full effect this time, not that she wouldn't have kneeled in front of him even without it. She wondered whether he was expecting her to suck him off or if he was going to do the work himself, and he answered that question for her quickly enough by putting his hands on her head, shoving his cock between her lips and beginning to thrust.
It wasn't the first time that Harry Potter, her boss as well as the man who held this vow of obedience and control over her, had fucked her face. It wouldn't be the last time either, no matter what happened on her week away with her husband. This was a part of her life now. She couldn't imagine a future where she no longer had her hands bound and was spanked and face-fucked by Harry Potter. It was hard to believe that there had ever been a point in her adult life that this hadn't been a part of her routine, and as the weeks and months passed with no sign of the vow ending or weakening in any way, Astoria had come to accept that this was always going to be something between them. Even with her marriage to Draco, and even if Harry were to begin dating someone and potentially even got married himself down the line, she was sure that he would never stop fucking her on the side. After all, what respectable pureblood wife would ever be able to give this to him?
He wasn't gentle with her, and he didn't try to hold himself back just because they would be apart for a week. He fucked her face as roughly as he always would, pulling her head down on his cock and forcing her to take it deep down her throat, all the way until his balls touched her chin. He kept sliding his cock back and forth inside of her mouth until he pulled back and came all over her face. She closed her eyes as she felt his seed splatter across her face, knowing that she probably made for quite the lewd sight right now. It was possible that he might spend much of the next week jerking himself off while picturing this very moment in his head. The thought was oddly comforting.
Being his masturbation material would certainly be preferable to the other possibility; that he might make use of another woman who bore the Malfoy name to satisfy him while she was gone. She'd heard Narcissa plotting, and she feared what Draco's scheming mum might be able to do with her out of the picture for an entire week. There was nothing for it though. It wasn't like she could demand that he not touch Narcissa or anyone else while she was gone. She would just have to do her best to leave a strong impression on him tonight so that he would eagerly await her return.
Harry was surprisingly gentle as he helped her back up to her feet, but considerably less gentle was the smack on the arse that followed.
"Hurry upstairs," he said. "We need to be quick about it if you want to make it home at a reasonable hour. Gotta be well rested for your trip, yeah?"
Astoria hurried over and up the stairs as quickly as dignity would allow. It wasn't Draco or their time away together that was on her mind as she ascended the stairs towards Harry's room. Her thoughts were solely on getting in one last good, hard fuck with her boss before they had to part.
--
"You're going to be in meetings all week?" Astoria couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Yes, of course," Draco said, his back to her as he straightened out his formal robes, the ones he wore to important meetings and negotiations. "Why else did you think we were spending a week in Cairo?"
"...Because you wanted to take me on a vacation, just the two of us?" she said. Draco chuckled and shook his head, still not turning to face her.
"I said I was bringing you with me to Cairo," he said. "I didn't say anything about wasting an entire week lazing around doing nothing. Do you have any idea how much money we could miss out on if I stepped away from business for that long?" Astoria bit her lip and looked down at the floor in front of her. The cold, logical part of her did understand the wisdom in what he was saying. The emotional part, the witch and the wife, couldn't help the disappointment.
"Why did you need me here then?" she asked, forcing herself to remain calm and not show any sign of weakness in her voice. "Why didn't you just come take care of your business for this week and leave me back in England to carry on as usual?"
"At a recent function Blaise casually remarked on how little time the two of us have been spending together recently, what with my frequent business trips and your job at the Ministry," Draco explained. "If Zabini noticed then it's possible others did too, and we can't have the public thinking the Lord and Lady Malfoy don't spend any time together. We've made sure that everyone in the Ministry knows where you went, and I've arranged for Skeeter to write a puff piece about the vacation in the Prophet."
"I see." And Astoria did see. She'd always known how important his social standing was to Draco, and she didn't fault him for that. It wasn't like she was any different. That didn't make her any happier about the circumstances that she now found herself in.
"I won't be back until this afternoon," Draco said, heading for the door. "You're free to go where you will until then, but I may need you to come with me for a business dinner tonight so make sure you're back here by five in case I have need of you."
"Fine," Astoria said. She watched him go and shut the door behind him. After his footsteps faded she allowed herself to grunt in frustration.
As much as she hadn't been looking forward to a week without being shagged by Harry, she'd consoled herself with the idea that she and Draco might have an enjoyable week together, regaining some of the excitement that used to exist in their relationship. But now it seemed that she wouldn't be getting either. Draco hadn't brought her here for any reason other than to protect his own public image, but she was still stuck in Egypt for the next week. Neither her husband or her lover were going to be paying her any real attention this week, whether due to proximity or disinterest.
This was going to be a miserable seven days.
--
Harry shuffled through the papers on his desk, grumbling to himself. It wasn't only the increased workload that Astoria's last-minute vacation request had thrown on him that had him down. There was more for him to do, yes; Tonks had given him one of the young interns as an emergency fill-in, and while the girl fresh out of Hogwarts did her best she just wasn't as efficient as Astoria had become. That wasn't the real source of his consternation though. Paperwork he could deal with; not having Astoria around the office to play with was the real problem. He needed an outlet to relieve his sexual frustration on, and as he sorted out his files he weighed his options.
Romilda Vane was out. As fun as their night together had been, he worried that spending too much time around someone so prone to gossip wouldn't be the smartest idea for him. But Pansy was an interesting option. They hadn't really discussed the possibility of getting together again after the conclusion of their little tryst the day that he helped her negate the betrothal contract with Goyle that Astoria had been holding over her head, but she'd seemed to enjoy herself well enough. She'd certainly offered herself up for more easily enough, even after she'd been free to go. Maybe she'd be interested in hooking up again, especially since Astoria was temporarily out of the picture.
He wasn't sure how that would work though, how he would make the offer or whether she would be interested. And there really wasn't any reason for him to devote any of his time to that issue right now, not when there was an obvious option who had made her availability to him abundantly clear, and had even laid the groundwork for it.
--
"I'm so glad that you invited me over, Harry," Narcissa said. "We're going to have so much fun together, especially without my daughter-in-law looking over our shoulder the entire time."
She was pleased at how well everything had worked out. She'd already fortuitously made the arrangements with Draco and now had every excuse to be here in Black Manor. He'd been all too happy to agree that it was a good idea for her to accept Harry's request, so she could feel free to come over to Black Manor as often as she pleased without any fear of fallout. Not that she thought there was even much chance of anyone seeing her coming or going in the first place, but it was good to have her explanations in place. Even if someone happened to catch wind of her coming or going from Black Manor there was a perfectly logical reason for it.
While she was looking forward to taking off her robes and getting fucked by her handsome young lover, Narcissa was in no hurry to finish eating the meal he'd prepared. She was used to eating food that the elves prepared, but while Harry's choice to cook all of his own food was unconventional for a pureblood lord of his standing and wealth, she'd discovered that there was a unique taste to the food he cooked. In some ways it was better than what the elves whipped up, and she was delighted to sample it.
She was still in the middle of delicately eating her steak when an owl flew into the dining room (the smaller one of course; the larger was reserved only for formal occasions and galas, should Harry ever actually throw one.) The owl landed on the table in front of Harry while skillfully avoiding his plate and held out its leg towards him. Harry untied the letter and read it silently, and smiled after reading whatever had been written.
"Do you care to share what it is that has you smiling, or should I mind my own business?" she asked. Harry looked at her for a few seconds, apparently considering whether he wanted to share it with her or not, and then he shrugged his shoulders.
"It's from Pansy Parkinson," he said.
"Oh?" Now Narcissa was interested. She put her fork down, leaned her elbows on the table and put her full attention on her young host. "I'd wondered about that article in the Prophet, not to mention the time she spent filling in at your office. I didn't realize you two were so cordial with the woman who tried to offer you up to the Dark Lord."
"I wasn't, not until recently," he said, and then he began to tell her the story of what had happened. He'd been vague on certain details, such as just what Astoria had held over Pansy to make her submit, but Narcissa understood the gist of the situation well enough. He'd helped her out of her situation, they'd turned the tables on Astoria (what a humorous revelation that had been!), and they'd parted on much better terms.
"So she's writing to thank you, I assume?" Narcissa asked.
"No, not exactly," he said with a little grin on his face. "She's heard that Astoria is out of town with Draco for the week and wrote to offer to keep me company," he said. "Might have to take her up on that some other day this week."
"Why wait?" Narcissa said. "Write back. Invite her over now?"
"Now?" He raised his eyebrows. "You trying to get out of this, Narcissa?"
"Of course not!" She scoffed and shook her head. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm suggesting that you invite her to join us tonight. I know perfectly well that you're no stranger to being with more than one lover at once, and evidently Pansy isn't either. Besides, I'd love to see her again. It's been far too long."
Her reasons for suggesting that he invite Pansy over tonight weren't entirely motivated by lust, though the prospect of welcoming her into bed intrigued her. For Narcissa this was more about inspecting Pansy and gauging the potential of her as the new Lady Potter. (Harry had already made it clear that he was firmly against taking multiple wives despite having the perfect reason for doing so, which meant that the position of Lady Black would go unfilled.)
It was inevitable that Harry would take a wife at some point, and in some ways that could be beneficial to Narcissa. It might mean that he had less time for Astoria or ceased their sexual activities altogether, which would be great news for Narcissa. She'd already accepted that she herself couldn't instigate the end of their affair, but she was worried about what she'd observed between Harry and her daughter-in-law. This wasn't mere sex; there were feelings there, underneath the surface whether either of them realized it or not. She believed that Astoria had already realized it at least to some degree, and Harry might have started to recognize what was happening if the ugly side of Astoria's personality didn't pop up periodically and distract him from seeing that she was becoming more to him than just a sexy woman that he regularly fucked and punished for her misdeeds.
The possibility of them recognizing that things were shifting frightened Narcissa. The deeper this grew, the more likely it became that one day they would all arrive at a situation where Draco was going to uncover something. She shuddered to think what the consequences of that might be for all of them, herself included, but she knew she didn't have the power to make Harry and Astoria stop their affair. She'd already tried that route and failed.
Her best recourse was to try and push him towards a relationship of his own, towards a suitable young witch who he could date openly and possibly marry. That too carried its risks for Narcissa on a personal level though. It wasn't just Astoria who might get cut out if Harry began seeing someone; she herself faced that same risk. It would be ideal if Harry dated and potentially married a woman who Narcissa could get along with, a woman who might not mind her continued presence in their bed.
"Well, if you're sure, I guess I could invite her over tonight," he said dubiously. "I'll just let her know we won't be alone, but I won't let her know it's you until she's promised to stay silent."
"By all means," Narcissa said. She took a sip of her water and watched with no small amount of excitement as Harry composed his reply to Pansy's letter.
Pansy Parkinson just might be the answer to every one of her problems, and Astoria wasn't here to interfere with whatever might happen. By the time she and Draco returned, maybe it would already be too late for her to do anything.
--
Harry smiled when he let Pansy in through the floo and looked her over. She'd worn dark green lipstick and applied a touch of makeup to her cheeks and under her eyes. She'd clearly made an effort to look good for him, though wizarding attire so often did, her robes hid her body more than he would've liked. It was a shame that most purebloods seemed to stick to wearing robes in pretty much every situation, because muggle clothing was so much less restrictive. Then again, they generally only wore bras and knickers underneath their robes so it was usually much quicker and easier to get them undressed. There was always a tradeoff.
"You'll have to swear a vow before I let you into the sitting room, where my other guest is," he said. Pansy suddenly looked wary, probably remembering the period of time that Astoria had forced her under her control, but he shook his head. "Just a vow of silence," he explained. "It wouldn't exactly be a scandal if it ever came out that you and I were shagging, but if anyone found out about her it would be, well, let's say there would be complications."
"I understand," Pansy said. She looked very interested to find out who the third woman in his home was now. They ran through the process quickly, Pansy willingly swearing a standard vow of silence that would result in punishment if she spilled this particular secret. Once that was done he escorted her into his sitting room, where Narcissa was reclining in a chair with her legs propped up. While he was gone she'd changed out of her robes and into a little nightdress that ended at about mid-thigh.
"Mrs. Malfoy?!" Pansy gasped and stopped short when she saw the other woman there, but Narcissa just smiled, got up and rushed over to greet her.
"Pansy!" she said pleasantly. "It's been far too long!" She leaned in to kiss Pansy on first one cheek and then the other, and Harry shook his head. He'd never seen Narcissa be anywhere near this welcoming towards Astoria, the woman her son had actually married, but here she was at least appearing to be genuinely excited to see Draco's girlfriend from school. Then again, Astoria was fucking him behind Draco's back while Pansy all but worshipped the ground her son walked on, or at least she had up until recently.
"It's so good to see you, Pansy!" Narcissa said.
"Uh, it's good to see you too, Mrs. Malfoy," Pansy said awkwardly.
"Oh stop it; you're an adult now, and it's not like I'm the Lady Malfoy anymore. Call me Narcissa."
"Okay then, Narcissa." Pansy said the word slowly, as if testing it out and seeing how she liked it. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your evening. If you'd like for me to go, I can just--"
"Perish the thought!" Narcissa said. She put her hands on Pansy's shoulders and shook her head adamantly. "When Harry told me that you'd written to offer him your companionship for the night I insisted that he invite you to join us."
"You did?" Pansy sounded shocked by that.
"Oh, absolutely," Narcissa said. "It seems that both of us have some experience in being with Harry, and even being with Harry and Astoria. Why not see how it goes with the three of us? I have a feeling it's going to be far more pleasant than it ever was with Astoria."
Pansy's face grew panicked and Harry could see the way that her body trembled. At first he thought she was just nervous about the unexpected threesome with the mother of her former boyfriend, but then she spoke.
"I-I'm sorry I couldn't help Draco!" she said. "I tried to stop it, you know!"
"Of course you did, because you wanted to do what was best for him," Narcissa said smoothly. "I can't speak for Draco, but I hold you blameless for Astoria's affair. You've always wanted what's best for Draco, just as I have. Even years after he ended your relationship you continue to try and help him however you can. We have that in common, you know."
Harry had to hold back the snort that wanted to escape when he heard that. He doubted very much that Draco would feel that his mother or his ex-girlfriend had his best interests in mind if he had any idea what the three of them were about to get up to. He didn't want to do anything that might ruin the mood or interfere with the threesome that Narcissa clearly had in mind, and he felt that insulting Draco would definitely have qualified. So he bit his tongue and stayed silent while Narcissa assured Pansy that she held her blameless for Draco's current circumstances.
It all felt a bit ridiculous to Harry, especially since it was blindingly obvious that Pansy had nothing to do with what he and Astoria were doing and so there had never been any reason for her to feel any guilt over it, but there was no question that Narcissa's reassurance was leaving a positive impact on Pansy just from the way her body relaxed. Harry still didn't get why she'd been nervous about it in the first place.
"It's all Astoria's fault," Narcissa said. Her eyes flicked in Harry's direction for just a second, and he wondered if she was about to acknowledge the obvious role he had played and continued to play in the ongoing cuckolding of her son. But her eyes left him as quickly as they'd glanced at him and she returned to sweet-talking Pansy. "She's the one being unfaithful. I never did trust her, you know. I tried to warn Draco that she was a poor choice to take as his wife, but there was no reasoning with him. I knew you would have been a much better Lady Malfoy, and recent events have demonstrated just how right I was."
Pansy grinned at what she had taken as a compliment. It was entirely possible that Narcissa was being genuine and did intend it to be a compliment, but it wasn't actually a compliment from Harry's point of view. He'd observed Narcissa around Astoria often enough by now to recognize what she'd wanted from Astoria. She'd wanted a subservient Lady Malfoy, one who would never dream of speaking a cross word about Draco, never mind hide something from him. She'd wanted a daughter-in-law who would be so devoted to her son that, if placed in the position Astoria had been placed in when all of this first started, would have refused Harry's deal and allowed Draco to throw her to the wolves and pin all of his crimes on her rather than make a cuckold out of him.
And perhaps equally importantly, she'd wanted a Lady Malfoy who would defer to her in all things, a Lady Malfoy who would be content to sit back and let Narcissa continue to be the most powerful woman in the family. No, being called an ideal Lady Malfoy by Narcissa was no compliment, whether she'd intended it to be or not. Whatever Harry's thoughts on the matter might be though, he could see how well Narcissa's words were going over with Pansy.
"Astoria is beautiful though, I can't deny that," Narcissa said. "My son wouldn't have married an unattractive witch, and I've had the opportunity to see her beauty more intimately than I'd ever expected to. But can I share something with you, Pansy?" Her voice got lower as she finished, and Pansy leaned in closer to her. Harry was impressed. Narcissa was going on the offensive and seducing Pansy, who was lapping it up.
"What is it?" Pansy asked breathlessly.
"As beautiful as Astoria may be, I think Draco made the wrong decision there too," Narcissa whispered into her ear, making Pansy shiver.
Was Pansy prettier than Astoria? Harry honestly didn't know what his answer to that question would be if his life depended on answering honestly. They were both beautiful, just in very different ways. He wondered if Narcissa actually felt this way or if she was just telling Pansy what she wanted to hear. Astoria was far closer in appearance to Narcissa herself than Pansy was, after all, and Harry knew that Draco's mum was quite vain when it came to her looks. But whether she meant it or not, the words did exactly what they were intended to. Pansy moaned out loud and stared at Narcissa with naked lust. She'd gone from shock to arousal quite quickly, though of course she'd known a threesome with another woman was on the table before she'd ever stepped out of the floo. That didn't make it any less impressive to Harry when Pansy stepped into Narcissa's touch eagerly and allowed the older woman to pull her into a kiss.
Harry wondered what Astoria would say if she knew that her mother-in-law and former chief rival for Draco's affections were currently kissing in the middle of his sitting room, and that he was getting hard inside of his trousers while he watched it. Who was he kidding; she was going to find out soon enough. There was no way Narcissa wasn't going to rub this in her face at the first available opportunity.
He didn't particularly care about how angry this recollection would eventually make Astoria though. For one, her anger generally amused him. For another, he was far too turned on to care about much else that might be going on right now. Neither Narcissa or Pansy had had any sexual experience with other women prior to their respective encounters with him and Astoria but you would never have been able to tell that from watching them right now. They kissed in the middle of his sitting room as if they were lovers who had been separated for months and couldn't contain their passion upon their reunion. Narcissa's hands reached underneath Pansy's robes to squeeze her bum (always a worthy target in his opinion), and she pushed Pansy's robes up far enough for him to get a brief look at the bare skin of her bum. So she hadn't put a single thing on underneath those robes. Now his erection became almost unbearable. His hands started fumbling with his trousers, and Narcissa looked over just as he'd kicked them off and stood there in his boxers with his erection threatening to pop out.
"It appears that we've gotten our host very excited," she said. Pansy looked over at him as well and smiled when she saw his current state. "I think we should all head up to the master bedroom before this goes any further, don't you? I have a feeling this is going to be a long night. We might as well make ourselves comfortable."
--
Narcissa pulled Pansy's robes off with glee, ignoring Harry's hands wrapped around her own naked body and squeezing her breasts from behind. They'd made it through the door and into Harry's bedroom after a mad dash up the stairs, and clothing had started to fly as soon as they crossed the threshold. She and Pansy had disrobed Harry first, not that it had taken all that long since he'd already gotten a head start back in the sitting room. Narcissa had pulled his boxers down while Pansy lifted his shirt over his head. His cock was as impressive as ever but she only allowed herself a few indulgent strokes of her hand before she turned her attention to Pansy.
While her encouraging Harry to invite Pansy to join them that night had been motivated in no small part by her desire to see for herself the compatibility between Harry and Pansy and decide if she might try and give him a subtle nudge in her direction as a true romantic partner, that wasn't all it had been. There was also another side of her, a side that was very much looking forward to doing all sorts of things with the gorgeous young witch. Her various activities with Harry and Astoria had awakened her to the potential of threesomes, and this time she could even have fun with a witch she didn't actively resent (a feeling that Astoria reciprocated of course.) This had the makings of an excellent night indeed.
Pansy was nude underneath the robes, of course. She'd stumbled onto that happy fact earlier in the sitting room when she pulled up her robes and found nothing but bare arse under her hands, but her first look at Pansy's bare upper body revealed something interesting, something that Narcissa had not expected.
"Hmm." Her hands were halfway to Pansy's small but cute breasts when she stopped herself. "Do you mind if I touch them?" she asked. She didn't know how sensitive her nipples might be like this, and she didn't want to do something that might take the younger witch out of the mood.
"Go ahead," Pansy said, smiling at her and letting her hands rest at her sides.
Narcissa squeezed her breasts for a bit but her real focus was on her pierced nipples. She'd heard of the practice; it wasn't as common among witches as it was with the muggles, and even less so for pureblood witches, but it wasn't like it was unheard of. It was the first time she'd ever seen a pair for herself though, and she couldn't help her curiosity. She rubbed Pansy's nipples with her fingers and noted how responsive she was, how loudly she moaned at even relatively slight contact. Was she naturally that sensitive, or did the piercings enhance the sensation for her?
Aside from whatever they might do to increase sensitivity, the piercings looked cute on her too. Narcissa wondered how it might feel if she pierced her own nipples. Would they poke against her clothing even if she was wearing a bra? These were logistical questions that she didn't have answers to, but what she did know was that when she took a step back she noticed that Harry looked quite captivated by them himself. He stepped forward and took her place, rubbing one of Pansy's nipples with his fingers while his head leaned down to take the other into his mouth and suck on it. Pansy giggled and combed her hands through his hair while Narcissa stood back, watching and learning. He couldn't seem to get enough of them even though he'd already had plenty of time with her during the week she'd spent under Astoria's control. This was something that bore serious consideration in the future.
She couldn't become too fixated on Pansy's nipple piercings or considering the viability of getting them done herself, not right now. There was a lovely young witch here who was ready for the taking, and Narcissa could already tell that she was going to be much more pliable and obedient than Astoria had ever been.
"What do you say we move this to the bed?" she said, rubbing Harry's back and shoulders while he played with the small tits of the younger witch. While watching him at play and observing his obvious fixation with her nipple piercings was interesting, Narcissa was starting to feel a bit left out.
Harry's eyes looked over at her even as he kept his lips wrapped around Pansy's nipple, and he nodded slowly. Then he scooped Pansy's skinny body into his arms and carried her over to the bed. While still holding her in his arms, he looked over his shoulder at Narcissa.
"Do you want to get fucked first, or would you rather I end with you?" he asked.
Narcissa was slightly surprised by the question. He didn't often dominate her quite as thoroughly as he did Astoria but it was still generally him who decided how they were going to fuck. She hadn't expected him to leave this decision up to her, but it deserved serious consideration.
Her first instinct was to have Pansy go first so she could be sure that her mind was clear enough to watch what was happening and see how they worked together, but then she decided that she would rather take her turn first. If Pansy was to become a more permanent partner, she wished to establish a clear hierarchy, one where she knew that Narcissa ranked above her.
"I'll go first," she decided. "Sorry, my dear Pansy, but I'm afraid you'll just have to wait your turn." Pansy just nodded, not objecting, and Narcissa smiled. It was refreshing to have a younger witch who was so respectful, so obedient and so willing to accept her decisions. It was a shame that her reputation had been in tatters after the Battle of Hogwarts and it simply hadn't been feasible for her to even try and put in a word for her with her son, because this was a Lady Malfoy that Narcissa could have gotten along with. Maybe if they'd worked together they would have even been able to retain enough influence over Draco to curb the worst of the tendencies that he'd inherited from Lucius.
Harry put Pansy down on her back, and then he looked over at Narcissa. "Get on top of her," he said.
"With pleasure." Narcissa climbed onto the bed and then climbed onto Pansy, getting on top of her much as a man might if he meant to fuck her. Narcissa didn't have the necessary equipment for that of course, but she was still able to entertain herself with Pansy's adorable young body. She brought her lips down and engaged the dark-haired witch in a soft kiss, one which Pansy eagerly returned. She moaned into Narcissa's mouth so sweetly, and then it got more needy when the mature witch began to play with her breasts once again. She squeezed her small perky chest and rubbed her nipples, which seemed no less sensitive now. It really was an interesting decision that she'd made; Narcissa was going to ask her about it later.
There wasn't much time to think about that right now though, not with Harry making his presence felt. He hadn't climbed onto the bed himself right away; Narcissa assumed that he'd been content to hang back for a few moments and simply watch the two witches snog on his bed. But then she felt the bed dip behind her and she knew that he wasn't going to be satisfied merely watching anymore. Sure enough, she felt his hands settle on her hips and his cock press against her pussy. He rubbed it against her without penetrating her, and while it felt good it wasn't what she really needed. She was just about to break her kiss with Pansy and plead with him to hurry up and stick it inside of her already, but then he did it on his own. His hips pushed forward and his cock slid inside of her.
Narcissa whined into Pansy's mouth; it hadn't really been all that long since she'd had his cock inside of her, but the time between him initiating the formal request for her 'assistance' and this return to his bed might as well have been an eternity in her own head. After many years of celibacy and an even longer period of not getting the sexual gratification she needed, what she found in Harry Potter's bed had been a greater gift than she could have ever hoped for. She could easily see herself growing addicted to this, to him, just like Astoria obviously had. Unlike Astoria though, she felt no guilt, no reason to fight what she was feeling. She wasn't going to resist the way he made her feel; she had embraced it and would continue to do so.
When she shared the bed with Astoria there was always competition between them in whatever they did. Every action, every word and every gesture were filled with attempts to one up each other. The rift that had existed between them ever since Astoria swooped in, turned her son and limited her access to and influence over him was just as present when they were both getting fucked by Harry. The shoe was on the other foot now, with Narcissa attempting to situate herself into what Astoria had with Harry, and the younger witch didn't like it one bit. Narcissa accepted the competition and had vowed not to let Astoria embarrass her, even if she'd accepted that she wasn't going to be able to replace her entirely.
Taking Pansy into bed with them was very different though. Astoria would have been trying to show Narcissa up in some way if it was her underneath her right now, but Pansy felt no need to compete with her. She kissed her back happily, moaned into her mouth as she continued to play with her pierced nipples and rubbed Narcissa's body in return. She hadn't complained when Narcissa decided that she would get Harry's cock first; she'd accepted her position underneath her and was happy to snog her while she waited her turn. It was a new experience for Narcissa, and one that she could definitely get used to.
Another thing that she could get used to was Harry's big cock pushing deep inside of her as he fucked her from behind. It was hard for her to believe that she'd gone all these years without truly knowing how good sex could actually be. In a way it was a shame that so much time had been wasted, but she was choosing not to dwell on it. Would it have been great if she'd had a lover as talented as Harry when she was a young witch? Of course. But if Narcissa had needed to wait 47 years to get here, 47 years to arrive at this moment where her handsome young lover introduced her to the true joys of sex, so be it.
His hips slapped against her arse with noticeable force every time he swung his hips forward, and Narcissa groaned into Pansy's mouth. If her mouth had been free she probably would have been singing Harry's praises and begging him not to stop, but instead she kept kissing Pansy and enjoying her body. Though she kept going back to those cute little breasts, she also skimmed down her belly and squeezed her hips as well. Her body was so different to Narcissa's own, slim and compact in contrast to her own generous bust and wide hips, but she was definitely sexy in her own way. She could easily imagine Harry picking up this slender body and manhandling it, bending it to his will even more easily than he could with Astoria or herself. She hoped she would get the chance to see it during this week without Astoria around, maybe even tonight. But it would have to wait at least a little bit longer because she wasn't willing to give this cock up just yet.
Narcissa knew that she was going to cum well before Harry; she'd known that long before he ever stuck his cock inside of her. Even with that knowledge she was still surprised at just how quickly it came this time. She felt like she should have been getting stronger, that it should have been easier for her to last the more often Harry fucked her, and yet it felt like the inverse might be true. She came all too easily around his cock, helpless to resist the way he made her body sing. She gave in, not caring about her own pride or her desire to prove herself to him at this point. By now she'd surely already earned her place as a frequent guest in his bed, and even if it had all still been up in the air she wouldn't have been able to deny the way he made her feel.
She'd thought, and perhaps even hoped, that he would keep shagging her after her orgasm and keep on going until he came inside of her. That wasn't his plan though, because while he kept thrusting into her until she'd settled down, he pulled his cock out not too much longer after that. Narcissa broke her kiss with Pansy and whined.
"Leaving me so soon, Harry?" she panted.
"Relax." He gave her a smack on the arse before pulling away. "You'll get more later. But I think our sweet Pansy deserves her turn after waiting so patiently, don't you?"
"Oh, I suppose," Narcissa said with a sigh. "Do what you will then."
"I was planning on it," he said. Narcissa yelped when he rolled her off of Pansy but his attention wasn't on her anymore. He lifted Pansy up and pulled her into his lap, dropping her straight down onto his cock. It took Narcissa a moment to realize that he'd actually stuck his cock up her arse rather than her pussy. (She might have anticipated it if she'd noticed him casting a couple of wandless charms that cleaned and lubricated Pansy back there, but she'd been in the middle of an incredible climax at the time and so hadn't been aware of much of anything else in the world at that moment.)
Her first clue was the way Pansy's eyes bulged immediately upon penetration, and once she saw the cause she watched silently from the head of the bed, curious how Pansy would react. Would she stick up for herself and get on his case for taking her up the arse without even asking?
"Sorry, Parkinson," Harry said, not sounding sorry at all. "I couldn't resist. You have an amazing arse, you know." His hands settled underneath her legs and he started to rock against her. Now was the moment of truth. Would Pansy fight him on this, or would she accept it all willingly?
"Ohhhhhh," Pansy moaned. "Fuck, you feel so big!" Well. There's that question answered.
Pansy didn't just accept the buggering; she met it all head-on. Harry fucked her from below for a bit but quickly decided that he couldn't move as hard as he would've liked from this position. He pulled her off of his cock only long enough to put her back down flat on the bed once again.
"Time to find out how flexible you are, Parkinson," he said. "Get those legs up over your head."
Pansy complied, essentially bending herself in half for him. Narcissa was impressed at her ability to contort herself to that degree; she supposed that was a side benefit of being so slim. Her arse was high in the air by the time Harry got into position, basically sitting on top of her bum as he penetrated it once again. Narcissa was once again impressed. Pansy was taking it all; how could she not in this position?
She was completely at his mercy, unable to move, her body bent in half and offered up to him for the taking. There could be no question about who held all of the power here, not that there'd really been any in the first place. She'd wondered to herself if Harry would bend this slender little thing to his will tonight, but she hadn't imagined that he would literally bend her body over.
Harry hammered down into her roughly, slapping down against her arse at least as hard as his hips had met Narcissa's bum while he was shagging her in the more conventional fashion earlier. He wasn't completely selfish though; he might be fucking Pansy's arse for all he was worth but that didn't mean he neglected her own needs. Narcissa heard her moans pick up and scooted down on the bed to get a better look, curious as to how she could possibly be feeling so good while being buggered. That's when she saw that Harry was in prime position to rub at Pansy's clit and was not wasting that position. He rubbed her with his fingers, seeing to her pleasure even while taking care of his own, showing a bit of care to his lover despite dominating the hell out of her. Harry Potter was an interesting man. Most in his position, with his power and influence, wouldn't have cared in the least about whether or not their partner was enjoying themselves. They would have been concerned only with their own gratification, and they would have known that there would be any number of beautiful young women who would be more than willing to put up with whatever they had to in bed just to attach themselves to him and to be in his orbit.
But maybe that's why she was here again even after accepting that she wouldn't be able to woo him away from his affair with her son's wife. And maybe that's why Pansy was here too even though she was free from Astoria's control and her life was looking to be on the upswing for the first time in years. Given their mutual closeness to Draco they should have been two of the least likeliest women to share Harry Potter's bed in all of Britain, and yet here they both were. Harry could be a very demanding lover, as they both knew very well. But she doubted any woman left his bed unsatisfied.
Pansy was certainly satisfied well enough despite the rough buggering. She'd started moaning as soon as his fingers made contact with her clit and had only gotten louder since, and soon enough she squealed in climax. Her face scrunched up, her mouth hung open and she looked so adorable that Narcissa just wasn't able to resist. She leaned down over her and kissed her lips once again. It wasn't easy to do with how her body was contorted, but it was worth it. Pansy returned the kiss desperately, and their tongues met while the younger witch got her release.
Harry continued to drive his cock down into Pansy's arse for a few more minutes before finally pulling out of her. He lowered her legs and unfolded her so she was flat on her back once again, but Pansy only had a few seconds to breathe before he'd kneeled over her and was cumming directly onto her face. He caught her cheeks, and he seemed to target her green lipstick as well.
"Well that's no fair at all," Narcissa said with a pout. "I helped bring you that orgasm too; I think I deserve at least some of the reward."
Harry ignored her and continued to aim his cock at Pansy's face until he was finished cumming. She had to admit that Pansy's face dripping with cum made for quite a sexy sight but she ignored it, or at least did her best to do so. He turned to her once he was done, and she didn't see any hint of fatigue in his eyes.
"I didn't say I was done, now did I?" he said. Even though his cock wasn't erect anymore he'd wrapped his hand around it and was slowly stroking it. That didn't look like a man who planned to take much time to rest. "I think poor Pansy could probably use a rest after that, but in the meantime I'd be more than happy to take you for another ride, if you think you can keep up."
"Try me," Narcissa said. She was sure her body would be sore in the morning, but it was going to be worth it.
--
"This is delicious!"
"It's just eggs," Harry said, watching as Pansy attacked the breakfast he'd cooked up after a long and exhausting night for all three of them. He shook his head, but Narcissa could understand Pansy's enthusiasm. Harry was a good cook and she'd had the elves to do the cooking, but Pansy had fallen on hard times since the end of the war and didn't have access to good food often.
"More?" he asked, reaching for the spatula.
"Yes, please!" Pansy said, excited.
Narcissa ate her own eggs with less ravenous hunger, content to savor her food while observing the pair sitting across the table. Harry and Pansy certainly got along well enough; better than she'd expected, to be honest. But as she'd watched them both last night and into this morning, she'd come to realize that Pansy wasn't going to be an option as a romantic partner and potential Lady Potter. They had fun together in bed, but there wasn't going to be anything more than that.
The past between them couldn't be ignored; even if they were on much better terms now, their previous animosity would always be a thing that existed between them. That wasn't the biggest reason Narcissa had mentally crossed Pansy's name off though.
She wasn't sure what it was, but something told her that while Harry enjoyed dominating women in the bedroom, the woman who caught his interest as something beyond a sex partner was going to be one who he would think of and treat as more of an equal. In another life Astoria might have become that person; she had the strength of will for it. But there was no chance of that happening now, not with her marriage to Draco, the things she'd done and the way that their affair had started. Feelings were developing there, but there was no way she was going to be his wife. If Narcissa was going to try and find a woman who might be able to catch Harry's eye and draw his attention away from Astoria, she was going to have to keep looking for a suitable witch.
She only paid partial attention as Harry asked Pansy how her new job was going (the recent article by Romilda Vane, and more importantly Harry's public declaration that he was willing to give her a chance to prove she'd changed her ways, had improved her public standing enough that she'd gotten an office job working in the Ministry.) But then Pansy mentioned something that Narcissa latched onto.
"Smith screwed up bad; I thought Daphne was going to tear him a new one!" she said, telling a story about a recent incident that Pansy had defused before it could truly blow up. Harry laughed and asked more questions about the story, but Narcissa's brain was going off in a very different direction.
She could have smacked herself for not thinking of Daphne Greengrass much earlier. She made so much sense on so many different levels. If she could make it happen it might drive Astoria away, and maybe more importantly it might convince Harry to release her from her vow. It was no secret that the Greengrass sisters did not get along; Astoria didn't get along with any of her family. He could replace one beautiful Greengrass daughter with another, and based on her interactions with her Narcissa felt Daphne just might be the witch who could stand beside Harry as his equal. It might be wishful thinking to hope that Daphne could drive Astoria out of Harry's life and end the affair completely, but it just might work.
Narcissa got along with Daphne well enough; they'd bonded at major formal functions over a mutual dislike of Astoria. She knew that Daphne's dislike applied to her son as well but she usually was tactful enough not to openly insult him in front of her.
She wanted to set this up and see what happened, but she knew she couldn't come right out and suggest it to either of them. Neither of them would go for that. No, the direct approach was not the right one here. She would need to be more subtle. She couldn't directly influence them, but she could try and arrange for them to run into each other and see what happened. She felt there was a reasonable chance that they might hit it off if they had any chance to talk, so that's what Narcissa needed to do: create a chance for them to talk.
--
"Welcome back," Harry said as Astoria walked into his office on her first day back. Usually people weren't thrilled to be returning to work after a week's vacation, but even hours of paperwork sounded fun to her after the boring and unsatisfying seven days she'd just had with Draco.
"Thanks," she said. She'd half expected him to rush over the moment she'd opened the door, pick her up and fuck her against it, and honestly she was a little bit disappointed that he didn't. He actually only looked up at her for a second before returning to whatever it was on his desk that seemed to be so interesting. He looked to be filling out a document of some form.
"Did you have a good trip?" he asked. He didn't actually sound that interested in the answer, and she was starting to get a little annoyed that he was paying so little attention to her after a week away. He looked busy, and she knew that he did have actual work to do, but that hadn't ever seemed to stop him from making time to fuck her during work hours before.
"It was very productive," she said. It was the truth, technically. Draco had gotten lots of work done, and she'd played the part of the dutiful wife for a couple of business dinners. She'd used to play that role regularly with no complaints; she'd enjoyed it even. They'd been a team, or at least she'd felt like they were. But now it was just--different. Everything was different. She'd played the part well enough, and Draco had complimented her for it afterwards, but she hadn't enjoyed herself at all. She'd spent the entire seven days waiting to go back home and return to her regular life. She wasn't about to tell Harry any of that though, not unless he suddenly started asking probing questions and her vow forced her to answer them truthfully. Her pride wouldn't let her complain to him about the current state of her marriage.
"Glad to hear it," he said, his voice as dull as if they were discussing the weather. He flipped the document on his desk over, added his signature on the bottom and then pushed it across the desk towards her. "Before you get settled in, would you mind giving this to Tonks? Put in directly into her hands, mind you; this is sensitive."
Astoria picked up the document and looked it over, curious about what had him so concerned with secrecy. She nodded when she finished skimming what had been written and got the gist of it; clearly this was a case for the aurors. Elizabeth Freeman, the starting seeker for the Holyhead Harpies, had been getting some creepy letters from a deranged fan, and the team was starting to get worried that he might try something. It was doubtful that anything would come of it; nutjobs like this were caught easily enough. But the Ministry wouldn't just let a threat like this against such a high-profile public figure go unchecked; they'd send an auror to look into it, protect her and try to catch the obsessed fan.
"So who is she sending out?" she asked as she headed towards the door. One of the junior aurors would be more than enough for this; even Astoria herself could probably deal with this creep with no problems, though obviously that wasn't part of her job description. (Neither was getting fucked by her boss, incidentally.)
"Me," Harry said. Astoria stopped just short of the door and turned around to look at him.
"You?" she repeated incredulously. When he looked up at her and nodded, she scoffed. "You have to be kidding! One of the trainees could handle this! Why is she sending her best auror out on something so minor?"
"Wasn't totally her call," he said. "The Department of Magical Games and Sports knows about this too and they demanded that Tonks send her best out to deal with it. She knows as well as you do that this is probably going to be child's play, but once one of the department heads gets going on something it can be hard to sway them. Besides, things are pretty slow around here right now anyway, so she can spare me without much trouble."
"I see," Astoria said neutrally. "And when do you leave?" With any luck they'd have a few hours to squeeze in a fuck before duty called him away.
"Now," he said. He stood up from his desk, and that's when she noticed that he wasn't wearing his normal work robes. He was dressed more like a muggle, with trousers and a shirt and the like, which was how he normally dressed when he was going out on assignment. (He rarely wore robes at all outside of the Ministry unless he was appearing at some kind of formal event.)
"Now?" She shook her head; this wasn't good! She'd been counting on finally getting a good fuck today (or a fuck at all, really.) "And how long do you think you'll be gone?"
"Who knows?" Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I might catch the little shit twenty minutes after I show up. I might have to follow the team around for a few games. The job's done when it's done."
"No," she said, shaking her head. That was unacceptable.
"Uh, did you just say no?" He looked at her as if she was crazy. "I'm doing my job. Yeah, someone with less experience could probably handle this no problem, but I'm the one who's been assigned and I'm going to make sure the job gets done, however long that might take."
"Of course you are," she said. "And I'm coming with you." It was a decision she made right on the spot, but the moment she said it she knew that it was the right one. She'd been waiting a week to have his cock back inside of her, and she wasn't about to let him walk out of this office right now for Merlin knew how long unless she was right there alongside him. Her presence wouldn't be questioned or viewed as odd; she was his assistant, after all. It wasn't unheard of for an assistant to accompany an auror on a mission like this, so the Harpies shouldn't have any problem with her being there.
Oh, and there was also the fact that his ex girlfriend happened to be a chaser for the Harpies. She'd been miserable enough spending the past week by herself, knowing that Narcissa was probably sinking her claws into him and fucking him to her heart's content. That thought had been galling but at least she'd known there was no risk of Narcissa taking him away from her for good. But who knew what he might do if she gave Ginny Weasley half a chance to get him alone? He'd loved her once; he might love her still for all she knew. And if one of Ginny's complaints about their relationship had been a lack of excitement in the bedroom, what would she think if she got to see the Harry that Astoria (and Narcissa, and Pansy, and Tonks) knew?
No, there was no way Astoria was going to let him go guard the Harpies seeker and be around his old flame without her there.
"Hey, fine with me," he said, shrugging at her again before gathering a few things from his desk that he planned to take with him. "I figured that you'd want to spend a day or two sitting around the office, but if you want to come with me I'm not going to stop you. We'll just drop by Tonks' office to deliver the paperwork, and we'll let her know that you'll be coming with me."
Astoria nodded and fell into step right behind him as he walked out of his office to meet with Tonks. This hadn't been the plan; she'd hoped to be well on her way to her first of multiple orgasms on the day by now. But if this was what it took, so be it.
She'd send Draco an owl when she had a spare moment and let him know where she was. He wouldn't miss her presence at dinner, and in fact would approve of her going out and being seen working by Harry's side. He'd probably be less enthused if he knew how closely they'd be working together, but that was his problem. She'd gone a week without getting shagged, and that was going to change before the end of the day no matter where she had to follow Harry to get it.