Astoria stepped back through the floo and into Black Manor. It had been mere minutes since she'd left, but it still felt way too long for her. She had some lost time to make up for, after all.
She'd left only to get her work robes and a fresh set of underthings for the morning, and then she'd returned. She still had a job to do, especially if the pepper-up potion Daphne had given Harry was still affecting him. The boosts to his libido and stamina had been very potent, and she thought it was quite possible that it had still lingered over into the morning too.
From the standpoint of her own well-being, Astoria erred when she continued to suck on Harry's cock after her legs had given out on her and she could not bounce on him any more. She would have been better off letting her body recuperate while she had the chance, but the mere idea of failing to take care of Harry's erection now that she was finally back and in a position to do so was abhorrent to her. She'd managed to bring herself to orgasm while bouncing on him, and it was only fair that she made sure he joined her.
The problem was that he hadn't surrendered to her mouth. He'd sat back and let her exhaust what little energy she had left, and then he'd carried her into one of the guest rooms and roughly buggered her while pulling on her hair, taunting her by saying she couldn't stop halfway through and needed to learn to finish what she'd started. At one point towards the end he'd tugged on her hair and twisted her head around so she could see into the mirror along the wall. She'd had to watch herself get buggered as he held her up by the hair, knowing all the while that it was only his cock in her arse and his hands gripping her hair that held her up and prevented her from collapsing onto her face. Astoria couldn't look away, but she probably wouldn't have even if she'd had the ability to do so. She'd stared at her reflection as he brutally buggered her, and though she couldn't vocalize it, he fucked her to yet another climax despite offering her no overt stimulation beyond his cock in her arse.
Her orgasm still had not been the end. Daphne's potion had given him so much energy and elevated his libido to such a degree that he was able to keep on going despite having fucked Daphne and Narcissa every bit as thoroughly before he even came down the stairs to deal with Astoria. With her mother-in-law and sister both out for the night, it fell to Astoria to bear the brunt of it all from that point forward. She was pretty sure she'd been only partially conscious for most of the buggering after her orgasm faded. That climax had taken a lot out of her. It had felt like it was swallowing her whole, and her world had faded to black. She had snippets from that point on; just hazy memories of a particularly sharp thrust, a hand smacking her arse or one or both hands tugging on her hair like she was a horse being ridden. The confused and jumbled erotic memories were arousing, as the knowledge that she had been fucked so hard and so well was genuine if hazy proof that she was back and this was real. On the other hand it was also a bit frustrating because she would have preferred not to have forgotten even a single second of her return to Harry's bed. She wanted to commit it all to memory.
There had still been no mercy from him despite the state he'd reduced her to. He'd kept going, slapping her arse and yanking her hair and buggering her as hard as he could until he was finished. He'd cast an alarm charm so she wouldn't oversleep in the morning, and then he'd left her in the guest bedroom to pass out. She was pretty sure she'd heard him muttering to himself about needing to teach Daphne a lesson about what happens to witches who go too far with potion doses, though that could have been her mind playing tricks on her. She also couldn't help but wonder if the lips she'd felt gently brushing her temple after she'd had a cleaning charm applied to her and was gently tucked into bed had been real or only in her imagination. She couldn't remember having climbed underneath the covers herself, but with how hazy her memories of the end of the night were she couldn't be sure.
Back in the present and back where she belonged, Astoria stripped her clothes off in the entrance hall of Black Manor and made her way towards the stairs, and on her way she noticed that Harry's house elves had left three breakfasts on a tray near the stairs. The sight took her aback for a few seconds and made her think about how much things had changed while she'd been gone. Before, Harry had handled all the cooking himself. Kreacher had been the only elf in the house, and Harry had assured her that she wanted nothing to do with any meal prepared by the ancient Black family elf. But Daphne had obviously brought an elf or two with her (they were so estranged that Astoria didn't know the names of her sister's elves, but she was sure she had to have one or two), and her elves must have been handier in the kitchen than Kreacher. Seeing a meal prepared by house elves would be far from the biggest change Astoria would see, but she still took note of it.
She walked up the stairs and levitated the tray up with her, bringing it into the master bedroom. Harry slept there, just as he always had, but now he wasn't alone. He was spooning Daphne from behind, and Narcissa was in bed with them as well and curled up against Daphne's front side. To Astoria's eyes Narcissa looked like she was every bit as involved and accepted by Daphne as she had bragged about when she felt like taunting Astoria. Clearly the taunts had not been exaggerated.
Shrugging off her jealousy as best she could, Astoria went and knelt by the bed while she waited for them to get up. Narcissa was the first to wake, and when she saw Astoria kneeling there she gave her a wicked smirk. No doubt she was enjoying this chance to show Astoria that things truly had progressed to this point. Back before Daphne had entered the picture, Astoria had never felt inferior to Narcissa in any way. She'd been confident that she could please Harry and handle his rougher tendencies better than Draco's mother could ever hope to, and since he hadn't loved or even particularly liked either of them that had been enough to let Astoria feel like she held the position of greater prominence. But there could be no denying how things had flipped. While Daphne was of course the woman Harry was dating and the woman he most cared about, Narcissa was welcomed into his bed in a way Astoria never had been. And given all the years of bad blood and the lack of trust between herself and Daphne, she didn't know if she ever would be.
Narcissa gently shook Daphne's shoulder to wake her up, and as Daphne slowly opened her eyes she gave Narcissa a small smile that showed Astoria how comfortable she was to have the former Lady Malfoy in her bed the first thing in the morning. Narcissa put her hands on Daphne's cheeks and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, and the younger blonde returned the kiss without hesitation.
Astoria had expected at least some level of familiarity and passion between them based on what she'd been told, but they snogged with even more passion than she could have expected. At first she thought they might have been doing so for her benefit, but Daphne's eyes had been on Narcissa the moment she woke and she had never so much as looked in her sister's direction. It was possible they could have worked all of this out ahead of time, but somehow Astoria doubted it. It seemed too natural, and Daphne's reactions immediately upon waking felt too good to have been rehearsed.
It wasn't just their lips either; their hands got familiar with each other's bodies as well. Or it would be more accurate to say that Daphne's hands got familiar with Narcissa's body, and Narcissa did her best to keep up. Daphne tugged on Narcissa's nipple piercings quite roughly, and when she groaned in pain the younger woman nipped at first her lips and then her throat. She would goad Narcissa into chasing her lips to try and kiss her after a brief nip, and they would return to their enthusiastic kissing only when Daphne relented and allowed Narcissa in. Astoria had already known who was in charge here when it came to the two witches in bed, but if she hadn't known it would have been very obvious as she watched them at play now.
"It's the first thing in the morning and you've already gotten me so fucking horny," Daphne growled as she pulled away from Narcissa's lips. "Seems like I just can't get enough of you these days."
Maybe it was the talking or maybe it was the heated snogging session that had just taken place right next to him, but Harry woke up. Unlike Daphne, he saw Astoria kneeling there and waved his hand to levitate the food over to the table near the window. (When had that table gotten there? Astoria couldn't ever remember it being there before.)
Harry put warming and stasis charms on the foot as he slowly climbed out of bed, and his weight shifting off of the bed caused Daphne and Narcissa to end their snogging session at last and break away from each other. By this point Daphne's body was fully on top of Narcissa's, as if Astoria needed any more proof that she was the one in charge there. Daphne finally noticed that her sister was in the room with them, and she grinned over her shoulder at Astoria.
"Well, at least you haven't managed to ruin the good looks and the body mum gave you like you've ruined your personality and your reputation over the last few years," Daphne said. Astoria frowned as her sister's taunt threatened to turn on old instincts. She knew she had a lot of pride, and she and her older sister had spent years trading barbs whenever their paths crossed. But she couldn't afford to revert to those old habits now, especially not since Daphne had all of the power here and Astoria was only back in this bedroom because Daphne had allowed it. Harry had made her feel things last night and into the early hours of the morning that she had feared she would never feel again, and she had Daphne to thank for that, but Daphne could take it all away with the snap of her fingers if she wanted to.
Daphne moved off of Narcissa and went behind her, becoming the big spoon much as Harry had been to her when Astoria first walked in. She seemed in no hurry to get up and eat her breakfast, nor to do or say anything more to her little sister kneeling by her bed.
"I can understand why you were so affectionate just now," Daphne said to Narcissa. She roughly tugged on her nipple piercings again, even rougher than she'd been before, as if she was punishing her. She tugged on the hoop piercings, causing Narcissa to arch up off of the bed and whimper in pain. But she never once voiced a complaint. Astoria was reminded of how she herself was when Narcissa was lording her power over her. Narcissa let Daphne do what she wanted, and eventually Daphne stopped tugging and returned to a more gentle sort of petting.
As she watched, Astoria realized that not only had Narcissa not been exaggerating about her level of closeness with Daphne, she might have even undersold it to a degree. It had progressed into something beyond what Astoria had ever expected to see. They seemed like actual lovers, albeit with a dom/sub twist to it. It was interesting, but ultimately Astoria didn't care all that much. As exhausted as she was, Astoria's thoughts were still consumed by one specific thing: she was going to be involved with Harry again. She was going to be able to enjoy his cock again, hopefully every single day, or multiple times a day whenever possible.
"I've heard you're quite good at sucking cock, Stori," Daphne said while she played with Narcissa. "Would you agree with that? Do you consider yourself to be good at sucking cock?" Astoria considered an attempt at humility at first, but discarded it. It wasn't what Daphne was expecting from her, and it also wasn't true.
"I am," she said confidently. Daphne smirked, having expected that exact response.
"Then I'll give you a chance to prove it," Astoria's older sister told her. "Let's make it interesting. If you can get Harry off inside of ten minutes, you can have Narcissa's breakfast." Astoria nodded, interested. She would always have been willing to go all out and give her best effort with her mouth, but she had worked up quite an appetite and that breakfast had looked and smelled excellent when she levitated it up the stairs with her. It was a nice little bit of added incentive.
"I don't remember agreeing to that," Narcissa grumbled, but Daphne just gave her a playful slap on the thigh and ignored her.
"That's not all," Daphne said to Astoria. "Harry always has some steam to burn off after work. I'm sure you remember all about that."
"I do," Astoria said. She had very fond memories of her frequent and exhausting 'overtime' with her boss after work hours had ended.
"After I get my turn this evening, you'll be up next instead of Narcissa," Daphne said, to which Narcissa protested far more vehemently than she had the potential loss of her breakfast. "But only if you succeed, of course."
"And if I lose?" Astoria asked. She knew better than to think she would have something offered to her without needing to risk something in exchange, and she couldn't imagine that Daphne would be any more merciful towards her there than Narcissa had ever been.
"If you can't get Harry off within ten minutes, you'll have the orgasm denial hex applied to you for the rest of the day," Daphne said. "How about it? Do you accept the challenge?"
It was a lot to risk. Maybe most women would have been thrilled to not be allowed to orgasm after the level of exhaustion Astoria had been fucked into last night and early this morning, but she had gone without for so long that she desperately wanted more. Having to go without an orgasm on only her second evening back would be pure torture. But the carrot Daphne had dangled in front of her was too juicy for her to ignore.
"I'll do it," she said confidently. Daphne nodded and smiled slightly.
"Good," Daphne said. "Your time will start as soon as you touch Harry's cock."
Astoria approached with perfect focus and determination. She would have been going all out to please Harry regardless, but Daphne had just given her all the reason she would ever need to throw herself into this with all that she had.
She got into position on her knees in front of him and sucked Harry's cock, desperation serving as her motivator. She didn't focus on trying to suck him skillfully this time. A good skillful blowjob might result in an explosive orgasm eventually, but it would take too much time and was too risky to attempt right now. Speed was the name of the game this time around; speed and force.
Astoria deepthroated Harry's cock so roughly that it was honestly painful for her. She jammed him down there over and over again, forcing herself down without hesitation even as she felt her own body rebelling against her. It was obviously physically uncomfortable, and spit ran down her chin liberally as she made an absolute mess of herself, but she couldn't afford to do anything else. Failure was not an option here.
"I guess I can see why you speak so highly of her ability," Daphne commented. "I'm not sure how much actual technique she's using, but she's certainly desperate enough to risk her own health for a few orgasms. Sluttiness might not be a skill, but it's effective enough I suppose."
"Yes, Astoria has never been afraid to do whatever she had to do to get some pleasure, no matter how demeaning it might be," Narcissa said.
Astoria knew what they were doing, and it wasn't like their mockery didn't reach her ears, but she didn't let it stop her. She couldn't let it stop her. She had a job to do, and a very strict time limit in which she had to do it.
The taunting continued, though only sparingly since she could hear plenty of noise from the bed that suggested Daphne and Narcissa had gone back to snogging. Mocking her became something they did as a form of amusement in between kisses, but that was fine. They could have their fun at her expense; she was going to get this done no matter what they said and no matter how hard she had to push herself.
Finishing Harry off within ten minutes was easier said than done though. He had a pretty firm grip on himself, and he wasn't going to hand this to her easily. If she wanted to make him cum and earn the prize that came with it, she would have to work for it. Her desperation rose as more and more time ticked away, and Astoria could see that she was going to have to try something else.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked him with both hands, frantically running them up and down from tip to balls. But it wasn't her hands that were going to decide the outcome here. Astoria would succeed or fail based on how well she could convince Harry that she needed this.
"Please, Harry!" she panted, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Please, do it! Cum on my face! Shoot it all over me, Harry! I need it! I need it! I NEED IT!"
There were no sounds from Daphne or Narcissa; they weren't snogging, but they weren't taunting her either. Astoria didn't need to turn her head to understand what was going on over there. They were undoubtedly surprised, not so much by her words as by the obvious feeling behind them. Because this was no mere show; this was not Astoria begging for Harry to cum so she could win the game and avoid the torture of the denial hex. There was a raw, genuine neediness behind Astoria's words that legitimately frightened even her. It wasn't for show and it wasn't for her own benefit. There was a deep desperation in her heart and in her soul to give Harry Potter pleasure. At that moment, she needed to make Harry cum more than she had ever needed to do anything in her life.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Astoria said in a shaky voice that she currently had no control over. She was praying; he was her deity, and she needed to worship him. She needed to pay homage to him by making him cum across her face.
Her desperation must have gotten through to Harry, because he groaned and came across her face. Thick ropes of semen shot out and splattered across Astoria's beautiful features, and she smiled in bliss as she made her offering.
There was silence afterwards, and it felt like no one really knew what to say after what they'd just witnessed. Astoria didn't know what to think of it either. She'd known how desperate she was to be fucked by Harry, or at least she thought she had, but this was something else.
"Congratulations," Daphne said, breaking the silence at last. She climbed out of the bed and walked over towards her younger sister. "You succeeded. Unless you do something at work to earn yourself a denial hex as punishment, you've just sucked, stroked and begged your way to what I'm sure will be a very enjoyable evening for you."
Astoria was elated at first, but she quickly became frustrated when she noticed Harry's eyes go to Daphne the moment she got out from under the covers and her body was exposed. Astoria's face was covered in his cum and her own saliva after she had just given her all to please him, even reaching a level of devotion she didn't know she had, but he still had eyes only for her sister. Jealousy stabbed her deep in that moment. Daphne must have noticed something on her face and understood the cause, because she smirked at Astoria and then made sure to drive the point him even further.
"Stori, you and Narcissa can use the master bathroom to freshen up first," Daphne said. "Now that you're done, I'll take care of my own morning urges, not to mention my boyfriend's."
Daphne took Harry by the hand, led him over and gently pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed, and then she climbed onto his lap.
"Are you sure you want to do this right now?" Harry asked, flicking his eyes over to Astoria briefly. Astoria was now merely a foot or two away from her sister's cunt and his cock. The Greengrass sisters hadn't seen each other naked for many years. Not since they had been little kids taking baths together had they been nude around each other. Astoria hadn't really stopped to consider this aspect of her coming back into Harry's sex life, and she would admit that it felt a bit strange to see her adult sister so intimately.
"Of course I do," Daphne said. She seemed perfectly comfortable with being naked in front of Astoria, and even being openly sexual with her boyfriend with her sister having the best seat in the house for it. Daphne began to confidently move atop Harry, grinding her hips against him slowly while pulling him into a deep kiss.
As Astoria watched, she reevaluated what she'd seen between Daphne and Narcissa. There had been closeness there, and fondness and affection, but the kiss between Daphne and Harry was different in ways that were hard to explain but could be tangibly felt. There was just so much more behind this kiss than there had been in anything she saw between her sister and her mother-in-law.
Harry seemed to forget about Astoria's presence and focused on returning Daphne's kiss and the movement of her body. If Daphne was okay with it, so was he.
"I love you," Daphne said, staring into Harry's eyes as she slowly rocked her hips against him. Astoria's eyes widened at this display. Scenes of obscenity and lewdness were expected, but declarations of love hadn't been something Astoria had been prepared for. Realistically she should have been, but it still caught her off-guard.
"I love you too," Harry said back. He wasn't saying it to taunt Astoria, as she thought Daphne was. He genuinely meant it. (Not that Daphne didn't also mean it, but her saying it when she said it was undoubtedly meant to get under Astoria's skin and rub her face in the closeness she now shared with Harry.)
"Make sure you give Narcissa a proper thank you for giving up her after work pleasure for you," Daphne said, looking over her shoulder at Astoria before diving back in for another deep, passionate kiss with her boyfriend.
"Don't forget my breakfast as well," Narcissa said as she grabbed Astoria by the hair. "We can start by having you provide me some amusement." She grabbed her wand and summoned the Harry-sized dildo into her hand, and then she presented it to Astoria. "Put this in your arse and crawl into the shower." Astoria inserted the dildo and began to crawl towards the master bathroom, but Narcissa added something else. "In fact, how about you crawl around with it inside of you until you have to leave for work?"
Narcissa wasn't content to let Astoria crawl the rest of the way on her own. She took her hair again and used it almost like a leash as she led Astoria on her hands and knees into the bathroom. She even reached back and across her body with her free hand and gave Astoria a few swats on the arse as they made their way towards the shower. The spanks were honestly fairly gentle. The dildo inside of her arse was not.
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Daphne and her boyfriend made their way downstairs to leave for work, but there was something waiting for them that made Daphne giggle.
Astoria's robes were hiked up over her lower back, and she was face-down, arse-up on the couch in the sitting room, and the dildo was still stuck inside of her arse. It was more of her little sister than Daphne was used to seeing, particularly with her braless breasts sticking out, but she had a feeling she was going to get used to seeing Astoria in such a state.
"You can take the dildo out now," Harry said. "You need to go get yourself composed to go into work." Astoria nodded, removed the toy from her arse and rushed off quickly to get herself ready. Daphne had to give her credit; she got herself ready in a hurry, but she still looked rather put together when she came back. She doubted anyone in the Ministry would have any clue just how thoroughly Astoria had been used throughout the night and well into the morning.
Narcissa returned from the direction of the kitchen, having just eaten a replacement breakfast put together by the elves since Daphne had given her original away to Astoria as part of her game. She gave Astoria an expectant look, but Astoria just looked confused. Narcissa looked at Daphne next, and Daphne grinned. She was pretty sure she knew what Narcissa was thinking, and she decided to play along.
"Wasn't it nice of Narcissa to help you get ready for the day?" Daphne asked. Astoria looked at her for a second and then nodded.
"Thank you, Narcissa," her younger sister said. That hadn't actually been what Daphne had been going for, but Narcissa gave her a large smirk, apparently having anticipated it.
"You're welcome," Narcissa said. She walked towards Astoria and kissed her aggressively, claiming Astoria's lips much like Daphne routinely did to her. The Astoria Daphne had gotten to know and dislike for the last several years would not have stood for being shown up or dominated by anyone like this, but in the present Astoria just whimpered and clasped her hands together behind her back in submission. She really had embraced her submissive role.
Narcissa dominated Astoria, using her lips as a reminder of who was in control between the two of them. It was an interesting chain; Daphne sometimes did this to Narcissa, and Narcissa did it to Astoria. Just as Narcissa had willingly given up her power to Daphne, so too had Astoria given it up to her mother-in-law.
"You're going to become such a good girl by the time we're done with you," Narcissa said. She gave Astoria few light, teasing taps on the cheek. "Now go be a good girl and don't act up at work today."
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Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Nearly done," Narcissa said as she put the hairbrush down for a second so she could give Astoria's reddened bum a pat. They were nearing the end of her punishment, but they weren't there just yet.
Astoria could not control her sobs by this point. Narcissa spanked her as roughly as always, and her arse had already been very red and sore from everything that had happened the previous day and this morning. She had a feeling it was in such a state that Harry wouldn't have spanked her even if she'd begged him to do so.
Narcissa had held nothing back despite her weakened state, first using her hand and then going all out with the hairbrush like always. At one point Astoria had been sobbing so loudly that Narcissa had shown her a surprising level of concern, seemingly legitimately worried as she asked if she should stop before the end.
It had been Astoria who loudly and firmly told her to keep going, because she couldn't afford to accept the alternative to her spanking. She was frustrated there had been any punishment anyway; it had been an honest mistake. She had forgotten to find some way to help a muggleborn during the day as required by the new contract she'd signed, and she'd had to accept her one hundred hand spanks and 50 hairbrush spanks as required. She'd protested that she had actually been brainstorming on how she could do so since the previous evening but had not come up with anything because her brain had been stuck in the clouds thanks to Harry. He'd given his all with his tongue during lunch, just as he'd promised he would, and there had also been a very thorough and very long fuck in the middle of what had been an unusually slow day at the office. All of that was true, but it had not been enough for her to escape punishment.
"It could be worse, Stori," Daphne said. Her older sister had been watching from the beginning, having deferred to Narcissa so she could watch how she had been doing it. "You did good enough that we let you choose between the spanks on your sore arse or getting the orgasm denial hex put on, instead of forcing you to accept both. At least you'll get to cum tonight, right?"
Astoria nodded shakily, knowing she made the right decision even as Narcissa picked the paddle back up and went back to work. She didn't know if her sister was trying to reassure her or was just mocking her, but she was right either way. There had been no choice in her mind. She was sure her arse was going to be bruised in several spots now, and she was going to have to stand up for days unless she did something to earn some salve, which she wouldn't dare try to apply without Harry's or Daphne's permission. Even with that knowledge and even with the pain she was currently feeling, she still knew she had made the right choice. The pain and the bruises on her arse were worth it if it meant she got to cum, and more importantly if Harry made her cum. That denial hex was far more painful to Astoria than any spanking could ever be.
He'd fucked her incredibly hard on top of his desk right before she'd left the office for the day, telling her to enjoy it since it may well be her last orgasm of the day depending on what sort of mood her sister was in. Astoria wouldn't let it rest there though. She wanted more of him; she could never have enough. When was he going to get back, anyway?
They were just about to wind down with the punishment when the floo came to life. Astoria perked up despite her sobbing; there was almost surely only one person who could be stepping through the floo right now.
"I'm back," Harry's voice said. "I brought takeaway. I went to that new place you like, Daphne."
"Ooh, the one with the cheddar broccoli soup?" Daphne asked in excitement. Astoria couldn't understand how she could get excited over a stupid soup when Harry and his cock were both back, but her sister seemed happy.
"Of course," Harry said. "I'll just put it down on the table and put charms on it so it'll still be hot when you're finished."
"We're there," Narcissa said. "Just putting the finishing touches on your misbehaving assistant." She gave Astoria's bum a hard swat with the hairbrush, and there had been enough of a delay since the last one that it made Astoria flinch in her lap.
"I guess the only real question is whether you'd like to continue ruining my little sister now or wait until after you've eaten," Daphne joked.
"Now," Harry said right away. Narcissa chuckled above Astoria, and she could hear Daphne laugh as well. Narcissa gave her a pat on the bum after that final swat, and Astoria moved out of her lap and sat up on the couch next to her.
"At least you're finally being honest about what you want," Daphne said, smiling at her boyfriend. "It used to be so difficult to get anything like that out of you."
"I'm saying now because I eat twice as fast as you," Harry said. "While you're eating, I'm going to take care of Astoria." Astoria shivered in need at that promise. "And as soon as that's finished I'm going to remind you, once again, about what happens to witches who go overboard with their potion dosages."
Daphne shivered in a way that was oh so familiar to Astoria; in fact she'd just done the same thing, and always did whenever he spoke to her in that tone. Astoria felt like she was getting her first glimpse at the true power dynamics between Harry and Daphne. He allowed her to have her fun, but ultimately he was the one in charge here.
"Let's go upstairs, Astoria," Harry said. "Make sure to bring the hairbrush so it'll be handy for me to use on your sister's arse later."
Narcissa pressed the hairbrush into Astoria's hand, and she accepted it blindly. Harry had to come over and take her by the arm to guide her up the stairs, since she couldn't properly see through her tears. She was disoriented at first, but when she realized he'd led her not to the guest bedroom he'd fucked her in previously but instead to the master bedroom, she looked up at him in surprise. He wasn't looking at her though, and the slight frown on his face suggested he wasn't very happy, so she decided not to ask.
"Why did you choose this option?" he asked. "None of us actually expected you to take another spanking. You were already unable to sit down at your desk for more than a half hour at a time today without needing to get up and give your bum a break."
Astoria didn't know what he expected her to say. Didn't he know why she'd made that choice? When forced to choose between a harsh spanking to her already sore arse or having to go without orgasms, she would pick the same option every time. What was he upset about? She didn't know, and she didn't know what type of answer he would prefer, so she just shrugged her shoulders. Harry sighed.
"Get down on your stomach on the bed," he said. Astoria got down obediently, wondering if he was about to climb on top of her and fuck her, but he didn't. Instead he nonverbally summoned the salve into his hand, opened it up and began to gently apply it to her arse.
"You need to not make stupid decisions," he said as he started to slowly massage the soothing salve into her stinging bum cheeks. "Especially when I'm not here to temper those two."
"I'll do whatever I need to do to keep this going," she said resolutely. "I went too long without, and I'm never going back to that feeling. Not if I can do something about it." Harry gave her an odd look as she said this, though Astoria couldn't see it with her head down and him behind her.
"Regardless of what you want, you need to make better choices for yourself and look out for yourself," he said. "If Daphne or Narcissa don't accept them, too bad. I'll deal with them."
Astoria's arousal spiked at Harry's words and at the certainty behind them. She knew that he meant them. She'd witnessed the affection between him and her sister; she'd seen how he so quickly focused on Daphne even after she had just finished working so hard to please him. Despite that, he was making it abundantly clear that he would stand up for her if need be. Whatever his relationship with Daphne was, and whatever he thought about Astoria, he would speak up on her behalf if he thought it was necessary, even if it meant being at odds with Daphne. There was only one way that Astoria could respond to such a display.
She spread her legs and put her hand between her thighs, opening herself up for him. While she couldn't see his face from here, she knew his eyes had to be drawn to her cunt. That was the entire point, of course.
"Please," she muttered. "Please." That was all that she could manage. She knew that she sounded pathetic and needy, but she was unable to help herself. She'd already wanted him so badly, and this sign of his protective instincts kicking in on her behalf only enhanced her desire to have him.
"Well I can hardly refuse after you asked so politely, can I?" Harry said, sounding amused. Astoria heard the bed shift slightly as he got himself into position behind her, and then he slid into her slowly. Astoria sighed happily, feeling utterly content despite the pain in her arse (which had been helped greatly by the salve Harry had so carefully applied, but was still there even if in a diminished state.)
It wasn't the first time he'd been inside of her today. It wasn't even the second. But every time felt just as right as the time before it. She felt like she was back where she belonged, and so was his cock.
--
Astoria passed out on the couch, utterly exhausted, just as Daphne was tugging Harry and Narcissa upstairs with her. She'd just been able to make out Daphne telling the other two that watching them fuck her sister to the point that she was literally passing out had her horny and in need of attention from both of them.
The last thing Astoria noted to herself before passing out was how demanding Daphne had been as far as keeping her fully engaged at all times. She'd sat back, watched and directed as the other three played, and she seemed obsessed with keeping Astoria busy constantly. Even when Harry and Narcissa took a brief second to recover, Daphne had Astoria suck on and deepthroat the dildo. She had never been given a second's rest, and her passing out on the couch was the obvious end result of all of that.
She had no idea how much time had passed when she woke up on the couch, but she woke to see Harry sitting across from her and reading through what appeared to be case files from work. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of casual trousers similar the ones she'd seen him wear before when he was lounging around his house, and despite the casual wear Astoria thought he looked delicious. Then again, she'd probably think he looked fuckable if he was wearing the sort of hideous clothes she used to see her grandparents wear when they went into the muggle world and attempted to blend in.
Harry noticed her awake and looking at him, and he set his files down off to the side and sat up on his comfortable chair to face her more fully.
"Daphne and Narcissa are asleep," he said, and she just nodded. She must have been out for a decent length of time if he'd been able to fuck both her older sister and her mother-in-law into exhaustion. "We need to establish something right now."
"Oh?" Astoria did not like his blunt tone or the no-nonsense look on his face. Whatever this was about, he meant business. "What's that?"
"Remember what we talked about earlier? I wasn't kidding. If you're going to be dumb enough to choose to get thrashed until you're in the state you were when I got home, or frantically try to get me to fuck you at every waking moment once Daphne satisfied, this isn't going to work. That'll result in the little sleep you got last night being the norm for you."
Astoria just shrugged, not seeing what the problem in that was. Sure, she was exhausted, but she was also receiving the sexual satisfaction she'd dreamed about and had to do without for months now. That seemed like a worthy sacrifice to her, but Harry's frown deepened at her shrug so he apparently didn't agree.
"Doing something like that every once in awhile is fine, but you can't keep that up every day," he said. "That's one of the biggest reasons Daphne first brought Narcissa back in; because she knew she alone didn't have the stamina to keep up with me, not if she wanted to have any energy to do all of the other things she wants to do in life. And she never exhausted herself to the point that you keep doing, even when it was just me and her." That honestly sounded like something that Astoria could brag about, but with the way Harry was talking she knew he did not feel the same way. "If you keep this up, if you keep trying to push yourself this hard day after day, I'm going to have to end this for your own safety."
Astoria gasped at that threat. She'd expected to have someone threaten to take this all away from her at some point, but she'd thought it would be because she hadn't done a good enough job one day or because she'd said something to get on someone's bad side. And she'd fully expected the threat to come from Daphne. That Harry would be the one to do so, and little more than a day back into it, caught her by complete surprise.
"You can't!" she said, panicked. She felt frightened to a degree she could never remember feeling before. "Please, you can't do that! I'll do anything, I swear!" She lunged off of the couch and straight for him, getting down on her knees to show him how devoted she was and how well she could take care of him. Her hands went to his trousers, trying to pull them down so she could take his cock into her mouth and worship him. Unfortunately her hands were moving so frantically that she couldn't manage to get them off. She was still struggling when Harry reached out and grabbed her wrists.
"This is what I'm talking about," he said, sounding frustrated. He pulled her wrists away from his trousers. "You need to relax, Astoria."
"How can I relax?!" she said angrily, though she wasn't really sure if she was angry with him or with herself. "I'm not going to lose out on this again! This is the one good thing in my life, and I've finally got it back! I can't lose it now after so long without, so I have to make sure you never have a reason to take it away again. That means I have to please you as much as I possibly can and let Daphne do whatever she wants, and no matter how difficult it might be, that's what I have to do."
--
Harry's frustration with Astoria and her stubbornness cooled as her words sank in. He'd known her marriage with Draco wasn't exactly happy, but hearing her say it all so bluntly and unthinkingly really shone a light on it. It could be easy to forget at times because she often carried herself with at least traces of the smug arrogance she'd so often displayed as the Lady Malfoy, but she really didn't have much good in her life right now. Her husband clearly didn't give a shit about her, her marriage was in shambles, she had no true friends from what he could see and her relationship with her family had been fractured for years. He would have to talk to Daphne about being careful when dealing with her sister and her obviously fragile emotional state.
"Stand up," he said, looking down at Astoria. He removed his own trousers while she did so, and once she was on her feet he tugged her onto his lap. The instant he pulled Astoria down she started to grind against his crotch as hard as she could. He shook his head, knowing he would need to try harder to get through to her. He gave her a sharp slap to the arse to get her attention, and given how sore it still was, this worked. She yelped and looked into his eyes.
"Slow down," he said, pulling her against his chest. "We're not sending you away. You don't need to worry about that."
"You sent me away before," Astoria said quietly. Harry couldn't argue with that. But things were different now.
"It's not going to happen again," he said. She looked up at him, clearly skeptical, but he stared back seriously. "It's not. I promise it's not, and I'm a man of my word, aren't I?" She nodded slowly.
"But what if things don't work out?" she asked. "What if Daphne changes her mind?" He could understand her fear. He was as surprised as anyone when Daphne first told him she was going to agree to Astoria's request, and with the years of bad blood between them, he could understand why Astoria might walk around eggshells, afraid that the years of hurt feelings and bitterness between the Greengrass sisters would come between her and what she wanted so much. Harry could see why she felt that way, and he was sure that things were not going to magically fall into place. There were going to be issues. There would be arguments, and old wounds would open back up and test the bonds of what they were trying to do. But Harry knew they'd come too far to turn back the clock now. There was no going back, not for any of them. And he knew something else. While no one needed this as desperately as Astoria, it was something Daphne needed too, even if she didn't fully realize it yet. He couldn't let her back out of it now.
"If things aren't working out, we'll figure out how to make them work out," he said. "And it's not just for your benefit. Daphne needs her real sister back, and your mum needs her youngest daughter back. I intend to help make that happen, no matter how long it takes or how many arguments we have to go through to get to that point."
Astoria bit her lip and nodded before looking off to the side quickly, but not before he saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes as soon as he mentioned her mother. Daphne and Mrs. Greengrass weren't the only ones lamenting how all of that had turned out, whether Astoria could admit that out loud or not yet.
"You're also not going to get treated like dirt," he continued. "Playful games are one thing, but there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. I have some regrets over the way I treated you when I first began to date Daphne. It was unfair of me."
Astoria looked shocked at that. He'd very rarely admitted any regrets when it came to her, partially because of how all of this had first started and partially because he knew she got off on a lot of the wilder things he'd done to her in a sexual context.
"I will be disciplining both Narcissa and Daphne later for taking things too far with you today," he said. "You're not to be punished, at least not like that, unless you've actually earned it."
Astoria relaxed in his arms, and they adjusted their position so his cock slid inside of her cunt. She began to slowly ride him, and he put his hands on her hips and let her move. He could feel the tension leave her body, and how much she'd relaxed was obvious in how she rode him. There was none of the frantic humping she'd been doing or the shaking desperation that had left her unable to even get his trousers off. She slowly raised and lowered her hips onto him and rocked back and forth in his lap. She wasn't trying to prove anything now; she wasn't trying to convince him she was worth keeping around. Astoria was just enjoying herself and enjoying leisurely moving on top of him and feeling his cock inside of her.
"I missed this so much," Astoria whispered. Her head had been resting limply on his shoulder, and he was surprised when she began to kiss and nip at his neck. "I missed your cock so much. I missed you so much." Harry couldn't remember Astoria ever being this affectionate with him, and given the circumstances he decided to return her affection at least somewhat.
"You'll never have to miss it again," he whispered into her ear. "You're our pet now, and we're never letting you go. And Daphne wants you to know that if you're good, you can have your choice of rewards. You're allowed to choose what you want right now, because after everything you were put through earlier you've earned at least a little something."
Astoria looked up at him after he said that, and then she ducked her head. It was uncharacteristic behavior from her, and instantly he knew that he needed to know what had just run through her head. Fortunately he had a surefire way to get the truth out of her no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
"Tell me," he said simply. Astoria looked up at him, grimacing. She was obviously fighting against the vow and trying to avoid answering his question, but the magic of the vow would not allow that. She was as bound to answer a direct question like that from him by the new contract as she had been by the original vow she'd sworn months earlier, and she was forced to spill it whether she wanted to or not.
"I want to kiss you," she admitted. "But I can't, because Daphne would be upset." Harry couldn't even begin to think about how to respond to that, because someone else spoke up right away.
"No, I won't be," Daphne said. Harry looked up and saw his girlfriend standing in the corridor and looking into the room. "But only if you have permission before you do it." He hadn't known she was there; he'd been s focused on Astoria that his auror instincts had apparently failed him. He didn't know how long she'd been there or how much she'd heard but clearly she'd heard enough. Astoria looked over at her too, and she was biting her lip nervously.
"And right now?" she asked timidly.
"Right now, yes, you can," Daphne said, nodding. She took a deep breath and looked at Astoria seriously. There was an expression on her face that Harry had never seen from her before, and he had a feeling that whatever she said next was about to be important. "Whatever has happened between us, whatever we've both said and done, I still love you. You're still my little sister and I still want you to be happy, and you aren't going anywhere unless you decide to."
Astoria closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and Harry wondered whether she was more affected by Daphne's show of affection or by the assurance from a second person that this was not going to suddenly be yanked away from her again. Harry smiled slightly. There was still a long way to go and still plenty more work to be done, but this felt like a tremendous step forward for the Greengrass clan.
"As for right now, however, someone will be going somewhere, and that someone is me," Daphne said, smiling slightly and rubbing her eyes. "I'm exhausted, and after I go into the kitchen and get the glass of water I came down here to get in the first place I'm going back to sleep. But tonight, Astoria, you can enjoy yourself however you want to without worrying. Whatever you need right now to calm yourself and make sure you understand that this is real, you can have. I promise I won't be upset."
Harry smiled at Daphne, happy to see her extend this olive branch. He hadn't known what to expect between the two sisters, knowing how long they'd been at each other's throats, but he was glad to see this. He wasn't naïve enough to think that everything was okay between them. They were going to have their moments, but this was another encouraging sign for the future.
"I'm sorry for earlier," Daphne said, brushing her messy (and adorable) hair back and looking down uncomfortably. "I haven't been doing this as long as Harry and Narcissa have. I'm still new to this, so I'm sure I'll make mistakes or push things too far sometimes. I have no problem owning up to that and accepting my punishment if and when it happens." She gave Harry a slight nod as she said it and then walked away quickly. Harry noticed a blush beginning to form on her cheeks just before she disappeared from sight. She'd only come down the stairs to get a glass of water and wound up apologizing for her behavior and telling her sister she still loved her. It had been an emotional day for everybody.
Astoria still looked conflicted when she looked back at Harry, like she was still afraid this might not be real and Daphne might be playing a cruel and elaborate joke on her. It wasn't true, but Daphne had gone into the kitchen to get her water. It was up to Harry to reassure Astoria that this was real and no one was going anywhere.
He smiled at her and reached up with one hand to cup her cheek. She'd stopped riding him when Daphne walked in but went back to it now, closing her eyes and rocking her hips against him. She put both of her hands on his cheeks, leaned in and kissed him passionately. This wasn't the first time they'd ever kissed, but their kisses were usually more about lust and dominance. This one was about passion, feeling and belonging.
Astoria exploded into an orgasm within seconds of their lips touching, and Harry wondered whether her gentle ride or the equally gentle kiss had been a bigger factor in her pleasure.
After her orgasm trailed off she finally pulled her lips away from his, and he was relieved to note that the desperate and insecure insanity that had previously been driving her actions was no longer present on her face. She looked to be back to her old self now, at least for the moment. It might take more time and effort to fully convince her, but that was fine. They had as long as they needed, as long as it would take.
"That was nice," she said, grinning at him. "But let's not make gentle, slow sex too regular a thing, okay?" Harry chuckled.
"You have as long as you need to feel better," he said. "But the moment that you've had enough of the soft stuff and are ready to get fucked again, you'd better believe that I am going to be bending you over and fucking you until you're begging me not to give you another orgasm because your body just can't take it anymore."
Astoria suddenly latched onto his lips again, and Harry returned her desperate kisses. She started to ride him again, moving a bit faster but still not in too great a hurry to bounce on him. They kissed and she rode him in the chair in what had to be the most romantic bit of sex they'd ever had. Despite the powerful climax she'd had mere minutes before, she built herself back up and came on his cock for a second time. This time he joined her, going off inside of her and giving her his seed. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him harder when she realized what was happening.
She collapsed against his chest afterwards and cooed into his ear while she caught her breath and recovered from what they'd just shared. Harry breathed deeply as well, needing to do a little recuperation of his own.
"I'm feeling better," she said, pulling back and looking at him. He smiled up at her, happy to see that she did indeed look much better than she had before.
"I'm happy to see that you're back to normal," he said, slowly running his hands up and down the skin of her lower back. Astoria threw her head back and laughed, sounding as carefree as he could ever remember hearing her.
"Nothing about us, or this, is normal," she said, and he nodded in acknowledgment of that obvious truth. "But I don't want normal."
"Neither do I," he said, grinning. She startled to wiggle against him, and he raised an eyebrow at her. She just smirked back at him, and he knew Astoria well enough by now to know exactly what that look meant. She was challenging him. Astoria was still feeling frisky, and she was in the mood for something a little harder. He wouldn't push her too much, but if she wanted to get fucked he would oblige her. He pushed her off of his lap, got up off of the chair and bent her over the table. He held her down loosely at first, giving her a chance to say something if she wanted to back out, but he didn't expect that and he didn't get it either. She wiggled her hips back at him and sighed happily when he lined himself up and pushed his hips forward to penetrate her. He got into a pretty rough pace, their skin slapping together solidly even if he took effort to avoid too much rough contact with her arse.
"Is that all you've got, Potter?" Astoria asked in between her loud moans. "Did all this time with my sister make you go soft?" He smirked while shaking his head, and she gasped as he suddenly grabbed her by the back of the neck and pinned her down against the table.
"For the record, I missed you too," he said in between grunts as he drove his hips against her with greater force. "And so did your sister, albeit in a very different way."
--
Astoria woke with a start. There was a pressure on her wrists as someone was tugging her off of the bed Harry had deposited her in. She opened her eyes in a panic just in time to see a silencing charm hit her.
Moments later she was completely bound and kneeling on the bed. Her knees were pulled wide, and her wrists were bound together and stuck to the ceiling. A blindfold covered her eyes next, just before the silencing charm was moved.
"I heard you were desperate for sex earlier," a voice that was unmistakably Narcissa's said. "I have just the thing to help."
Astoria was exhausted; despite not having had a chance to look at a clock, she doubted she'd had much time to sleep after Harry had finished up with her and tucked her into bed. But she couldn't deny that it felt great when the Harry-sized dildo pressed inside of her cunt, nor when a smaller one pushed into her arse and both began to vibrate and move within her.
"Your bindings will switch every ten minutes," Narcissa said. "First you'll be spread-eagle down on the bed, then your legs will be pulled up so you're spread wide and both your ankles and wrists are bound to the bedposts above your head. You'll go through each position four times, and then you can go back to sleep." Astoria groaned, not sure she could take so much after everything she'd already been through, but Narcissa didn't look concerned. "Don't worry; I have monitoring charms up to keep an eye on you. You'll be perfectly safe physically, though you may find yourself a bit well-used by the end."
She was already well-used and in need of rest, but she didn't get a chance to speak up on her own behalf before Narcissa kissed her deeply and shoved her tongue into her mouth, silencing any protests that might have emerged. When she pulled back her tongue was replaced by a third dildo which began to push into her mouth slowly. It spent long enough deep down her throat to make her mildly desperate for a breath, but when it pulled back it hung back long enough with just the tip in her mouth to give her plenty of time to actually get that breath. This was a sign of Narcissa showing greater consideration for her well being than she once would have.
"Enjoy yourself," Narcissa said. Astoria heard her walk away, and the door clicked shut behind her.
--
Astoria was just being dragged back into her original position for her second round through when her blindfold suddenly fell off. She blinked slowly and groaned. She'd had two orgasms during the first round, but she was too tired to enjoy them as fully as she might have otherwise. The frustrating thing was that part of her wanted it to stop so she could rest, but another part of her wanted it to keep going. Being pushed through this was playing on the submissive streak Harry had first helped her discover and Narcissa and occasionally Pansy had gone on to exploit.
When she opened her eyes, it was to see Harry standing in front of her. He looked irritated and tired, but she thought she saw a hint of amusement as well. He wasn't alone. Narcissa was beside him, bent over with his hand in her hair. He tugged Astoria's mother-in-law forward to face her, and the roughness of it clued Astoria in to what was happening. He must have caught wind of Narcissa's little game and dragged her straight out of bed and into the room like this. A wave of Harry's hand caused Astoria's bindings to dissipate, and Narcissa looked up at her.
"I apologize for being cruel," Narcissa said, and then she yelped as Harry swatted her across her naked arse with his hand.
"Daphne is waiting for you," Harry said to Narcissa. "You're well aware that neither of us are pleased with you for pulling this little stunt right now, all things considered, so you will be getting punished for this."
"Of course," Narcissa said. She nodded her head quickly. "I understand."
"Good," he said gruffly. "Now get out of here."
Narcissa left quickly, but Harry went nowhere. Astoria stiffened as she felt him climb into bed and wrap his arms around her body from behind, spooning her much as he'd been spooning Daphne when she walked into the master bedroom this morning (had that really been less than a day ago?)
She'd shut her eyes as soon as Narcissa departed, her body begging for rest, but it seemed she wouldn't be getting it yet. She groaned tiredly but spread her legs regardless, expecting Harry to fuck her again. She even wanted him to do so, as she was still aroused in spite of her exhaustion. She would probably prefer sleep at this point though; she really was that exhausted. Maybe after a few hours of rest she would have been all for him waking her up to be ravaged, but if she'd had a say in the matter she would choose to sleep right now.
"I'm not in here to fuck you," he said, explaining why he had not stuck his cock inside of her like she'd been expecting. "Daphne and I agree that you need to get a good night's sleep, and I've been instructed to personally make sure it happens."
It was just what Astoria needed to hear. She rolled over in his arms to face him, buried her face in his chest and sighed in contentment. With his warmth there and his strong arms holding her securely, she could feel sleep beginning to claim her right away.
"I am the nicer of the Greengrass sisters," Daphne's voice said, surprising Astoria. She was further surprised when she felt a body press against her back. Since Daphne's voice had come from the other side of the bed, this could only be Narcissa who was spooning her. She felt the bed shift again as Daphne climbed in behind Harry. "You can't join us in our room, at least not yet, but I see no reason why I should deny myself access to my boyfriend just because I'm trying to be nice to you."
Harry shifted to lie on his back, and Astoria felt his arm shift to wrap around her and Narcissa. She snuggled into his side as Daphne flung her leg over his and rested her head on his chest. It had been many years since the Greengrass sisters had shared a bed, and they were currently sharing not only a bed but a man to snuggle into.
Just before she fell into a deep, relaxed sleep, Astoria vowed to herself that she was going to try her best to make sure she could end up in this situation as regularly as she could.
--
"Do you think she's okay?" Daphne asked worriedly. "Mentally, I mean?"
Harry smiled. It was just the two of them up and drinking coffee this morning, since Astoria needed a lie in for obvious reasons and Narcissa tended to be a late riser. While they'd sat down, he'd told Daphne a bit more about what had happened with Astoria the previous night.
"I think so," he said. "As I think you heard her say, she doesn't have much happiness in her life outside of sex. So we need to make sure we give her more than just sex to be happy about in her life. She might have come to depend on sex with me, but sex isn't going to be enough to keep her happy forever. It can't be the only thing she finds any happiness in, or eventually she'll go back to feeling just as alone as she did before."
"Her feeling alone was how I lost Astoria the first time," Daphne said. "I'm not going to let that happen again. I won't waste this chance to get her back."
Harry nodded, and as he did so he made a mental note about perhaps going to Tonks and seeing if there might be a way for them to allow Astoria to divorce Malfoy without giving him the chance to pin all of his crimes on her. Hopefully they could scrape together enough hard evidence to be able to prove that it was Draco hiding behind Astoria's name while doing the dirtiest work. They needed some sort of solution, because he was pretty sure it was only going to be a matter of time before a divorce became a necessity.
He hadn't brought the idea up with Daphne yet, but he was pretty confident that she would be delighted to have Astoria both away from Draco and living with them full-time. It would certainly have a huge positive impact on how quickly Astoria could move on and become the person she used to be, the person that Daphne and her parents had known and missed. Harry was convinced that a large part of what continued to hold her back was the need to keep up appearances and convince Draco that nothing was amiss. If she no longer needed to do so, hopefully she could let go and leave the baggage of Lady Malfoy behind.
He was pretty sure Tonks would agree that as long as Astoria continued to assist them as an informant, that would be enough to outweigh the more minor transgressions that she had knowingly committed while working with Draco to rebuild the Malfoy fortune. He just had to hope that there wasn't anything major that Draco had roped her into without her realizing it, or if there had been, it was something that they could unravel and prove that she genuinely had not gotten involved knowingly. She hadn't been a saint or even a good person since becoming Draco Malfoy's wife. She had knowingly committed crimes, and even done so without apparent guilt. But her hands were not nearly as stained as Draco's were, and Harry was determined to keep her from going down with him or being held up as a shield that the cowardly ferret could hide behind to escape justice.
Daphne leaned across the table to give him a kiss. "I think I'm going to reward Narcissa again tonight," she said.
"Reward?" Harry said, nonplussed. "After what she pulled last night?"
"She'll receive her punishment first, of course," Daphne said. "But after that I think she deserves a little something for introducing us, even if it was completely self-serving on her part."
"I like the sound of that," Narcissa said as she walked into the kitchen, still looking sleepy. "Not the punishment, perhaps, but the other part."
"You deserve the punishment," Harry said, and he was slightly surprised when she nodded.
"I do," she said simply. She didn't even sound like she was just trying to humor him either. She sounded like she actually acknowledged what she'd done wrong and accepted that she deserved to be punished for it.
"If you want me to join Daphne in giving you that reward, you need to come pick up Astoria for lunch today."
"Gladly," Narcissa said, smiling. He could practically picture the thoughts running through her head. She'd delighted in humiliating Astoria at every turn for quite some time now, but she needed to realize that things weren't going to be exactly the same as they had been. He decided to set some ground rules immediately.
"Unless I tell you otherwise when you show up, I expect you to reciprocate any pleasure you make her give you," he said firmly. Narcissa looked at him oddly and then turned to Daphne, who if anything looked even more serious than Harry did, showing how much of an impression the events of the previous night had left on her. Narcissa nodded slowly, accepting that this was no joke.
"That's fine," she said. "I'm sure I can manage. Astoria is very easy to please."
"I think my sister has slept long enough, Harry," Daphne said. "Why don't you go upstairs and make sure she isn't late, and also that she takes care of that morning erection threatening to burst out of your robes?"
"I could always make you take care of it," he said, grinning at Daphne as he stood up from the kitchen table. She gave him a look that suggested she would like nothing better.
"You know I'd love to do that," she said. "But if I let you get me down on my knees now, we'll be late to work. That's what always happens when we get started in the morning." He nodded, and then watched with interest as she looked over at Narcissa. "Besides, Narcissa and I need to have a little chat."
--
Daphne could see the worry on Narcissa's face as she watched Harry head back up the stairs and then turned her head back to look at her. She probably was concerned that she was about to get a severe telling-off for her actions towards Astoria after everything that had happened, but Daphne actually wanted to tell her something very different.
"Thank you," she said. Narcissa couldn't have hidden her surprise at that even if she'd tried.
"And for what am I being thanked?" she asked cautiously.
"For bringing Harry into my life," Daphne said. "I'm head over heels for that man, and I have you to thank for that. Even if I know you did so for your own interests, it was still the best thing that's ever happened to me. And if I'm being honest I'm quite taken with you too now, even though you did just act like an absolute idiot last night."
Narcissa smiled sheepishly, but she didn't look entirely reassured. There were probably lots of things running through her mind right now with Astoria being integrated into their lives like this. It was a big change for all of them, and it made sense that she might be uncertain of her place in things, especially after she and Harry had both just taken up on Astoria's behalf.
"Astoria's here now, and I hope to Merlin that isn't changing," she said. She had barely even allowed herself to hope that she might be able to get her sister back for real, but that hope was building in her heart now. "But that doesn't change anything as far as you're concerned. I've said this already, but I feel like it might bear repeating right now just in case you have any doubts. We don't want Astoria going anywhere, and we don't want you going anywhere either."
Narcissa tried to appear unaffected, but she wasn't as good at schooling her expressions in the morning, plus Daphne had grown increasingly skilled at reading her the more time they spent in each other's company. She could see the relief on Narcissa's face as she was reassured that they weren't going to suddenly kick her to the curb now that Astoria was in the picture.
It was a strange 'family' they were putting together here, and Daphne was sure that all four of them would have their growing pains as they got used to how the addition of Astoria changed their overall dynamics. But she had the man that she fell more in love with each day, the woman who had set the two of them up and who Daphne had unexpectedly grown fond of, and now Daphne's long lost little sister was joining the fold. Despite all of the weirdness, and all of the problems that were surely still to come, Daphne wouldn't trade it for anything.