Aella looked at Edmund with wide eyes, stunned at what they found waiting for them. Fleur was visiting with her parents and younger sister on her own, spending some family time with them the day after Aella and Edmund met with the Delacour parents to have a proper discussion about the relationship growing between them while Fleur and her sister went out for lunch. Aella had expected that to be an awkward and tense conversation, but to her relief as well as Edmund's it had been anything but.
Edmund returned her gaze, looking similarly surprised. "Harry Potter really is the world's most infuriating wizard," he muttered. "He had to have done this on purpose."
Aella lost it at his look and at his resigned tone. She laughed uproariously, and after a moment Edmund joined in.
"He definitely did," she got out through her giggles, and then fell into uncontrollable laughter once again. They continued to laugh until she finally got herself under control enough that she felt like she could bring something else up. It might be a touch awkward, but it needed to be addressed. "Uhm, about Harry…"
Her husband just laughed and gave her a pat on the arse. "Oh please," he said, kissing the top of her head. "That was inevitable, really. I have nothing to complain about. We're closer than ever. We have a beautiful and intelligent younger veela to spend our life with, however trying she might be on occasion. Oh, and our sex life is better than ever, and not just because Fleur is insatiable." He smirked at her. "You're hornier than ever before as well. That is really saying something, because I wouldn't have described you as anything less than a desperate little minx in the bedroom before all of this."
She blushed and slapped his chest weakly before leaning up on her toes to give him a soft, tender kiss on the lips. They kept wandering around, gazing at the insanely over the top arrangements Harry had made for them. He'd outdone himself once again.
"This only makes our problem worse, you know," she pointed out.
"Yes, quite a bit." He nodded. "We certainly need to figure something out, if only for the sake of our pride." She returned his nod, grinning.
"I may have an idea," she said. "It won't be enough on its own, but it's a start at least."
"Well that's better than nothing," he said, returning her grin. "But before you tell me more about this idea of yours, how about we take a few moments to enjoy ourselves in all this splendor?"
Aella found herself swept up like a gallant young lady being courted by a dashing young lord, and she smiled widely as Edmund kissed her.
No matter how many years they'd been married or how many other lovers they both spent time with, the romance had never faded between them and she was certain that it never would.
--
Harry meandered all the way down to the library of Black Manor before he found Daphne, who was the only witch home at the moment. Astoria had gone out to finalize some details of the big gift she was preparing for Christmas in two days. Narcissa was out doing something similar, and being rather coy about it.
Daphne appeared fairly busy herself based on the sheer number of books strewn around her and stacked in various piles on the table. He quirked his lips in amusement while looking around at the mess, but it suddenly didn't seem so humorous once he noticed the stress lines and exhaustion on her face. Then she slammed the book in her hands shut in a petulant manner very unlike her, and he knew he needed to intervene.
"If you're this frustrated because you're working on a present for me, I'm going to forbid you from working on it any more," he said. She flinched as if startled, and he shook his head. "There is absolutely nothing you could give me that would be worth it to me if I have to see a witch I love in this state."
She finally looked away from her books when he started speaking, and blushed at the final part of his comment. "I can't stop," she muttered stubbornly. "I'm so close now!"
"Daphne, I'm serious," he said, raising his voice slightly. "If this is all for my present—"
"It was," she said, cutting him off. "But after about a day of working on it I realized that it actually isn't about you. It's more important than just a present, even for you. I'm not going to stop until I figure this out, no matter what you say."
From there she rambled on about how close she was, how Astoria and Narcissa had helped her out with a few of the missing pieces and now it was just this one final part giving her trouble. "It's like my Mastery," she muttered. "I knew it could be done, but for the longest time just couldn't figure out how it could be done." She looked like she still wasn't done rambling, but Harry decided to interrupt her before she could fall any deeper into whatever this obsession was.
"Well if it's not my present, or isn't just my present anyway, I think you should at least let me help so you don't have to shoulder all of this yourself," he said, walking towards her. She gave him a look as if debating it with herself, and then she nodded and told him what it was she was working on.
He felt truly guilty when he heard what she was working on, but he also felt excited and determined to see this through. He could hear and see Daphne's hopes dwindling about being able to meet her self-imposed deadline as she explained it to him, but her spirits seemed to lift now that she'd shared it with him.
"Are you serious about being able to make this work?" he asked.
"I am," she said, nodding. "I know people have said it can't be done, but theoretically it can, I swear."
Harry nodded as well. "If you say it can be, I'll take your word over anyone else's." She gave him a brilliant smile, identical to the one she often did when he told her how much he loved her and believed in her.
"Now let's get some food in you and get you to relax for a few minutes," he said. "Lopey!"
The senior elf that Daphne had brought with her when she moved in popped into the library. "Master Harry has need of Lopey?" the elf said, looking eager as ever to be helpful.
"Yes, Lopey," he said, giving the elf a warm smile. "Would you please prepare some food for Daphne? Nothing complicated; just a sandwich you can get ready quickly."
"Of course, Master Harry." The elf popped back out, and Harry lifted Daphne up out of her chair and plopped her down in his lap before she could protest. She went to do so anyway but he put a finger over her lips to shush her.
"You can guide me through what I'm looking for while you eat," he said. "Then we'll figure this out together." He could feel the moment when Daphne stopped resisting. It was like all the stress melted off of her as she sank back to rest against his chest and sighed deeply.
"I love you," she said simply.
"I love you too," he replied. "And letting me help make this happen is the greatest present I can imagine." She chuckled, and he felt it rumble against his chest.
"I believe you when you say that, and it makes me happy to hear it," she said. "But before you thank me for it, we need to actually get it to work."
--
Harry stood across from Hermione the evening after Daphne had brought him in on her project, feeling very nervous. Hermione had been the one he turned to for guidance so many times over the years, and he was anxious to hear her conclusion. More importantly, he was anxious because he wanted to help her so badly. She had done so much for him over the years; she had sacrificed so much. This was his chance to repay his best friend. Pansy sat beside Narcissa and Astoria, and Daphne did one final check on the runes that Astoria had meticulously drawn for her.
"It really does seem like it should work," Hermione muttered, and Harry knew thanks to their more than a decade as friends that she was speaking mainly to herself. "And even if it doesn't work there's no reason to think that anything bad would happen." She nodded and looked up at him. "I have to try," she said, sounding determined.
"Okay, now that Hermione's on board, come over to me, Harry," Daphne called. He came over towards her, seeing a similar determination on her face. "Just stand right there, and be sure not to move a muscle when it starts to feel strange." He nodded, trusting that they'd done their work properly and given everything a thorough look-over. More importantly, he trusted her.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger floated down from the upper level at that point, and Tonks came down the stairs behind them, holding her wand as she levitated them. "They're fine," she said quickly, reassuring Hermione. "I just had to stun them. They'd have been freaking out otherwise, and you didn't need the distraction." Hermione nodded in understanding, scrunching her face up like she was trying very hard not to cry as she watched Tonks gently place her unconscious parents down before stepping away.
"It's time, Hermione," Daphne said gently. Hermione gave a short nod and lifted her wand up, and Harry saw her wand arm tremble. "Just say the counter spell once you feel the rush of magic."
Daphne began the lengthy process of casting the charm she'd worked so hard to prepare, and that Astoria, Narcissa and eventually Harry had helped her with. His eyes widened as he felt it take effect and pull on his magic, but he heeded Daphne's words and remained perfectly still so he could operate as the conduit. He watched Hermione cast the spell before she gasped at feeling the magic rush out of her with such intensity.
The moment it hit them, her parents woke up and looked around in confusion. Harry held his breath, waiting to see if it had worked as intended. Jane Granger's eyes locked on her daughter, and even with her looking groggy and confused Harry thought he saw recognition there.
"Hermione?" the older woman mumbled.
Hermione sobbed and threw herself at them, hugging them desperately. Richard and Jane Granger were confused as to what was happening and why Hermione was so emotional, but they knew that their daughter needed them. They each put an arm around her and hugged her, consoling her though they knew not why.
Harry turned away from the family reunion and pulled Daphne into a passionate kiss, almost frantic with his need to show her how much he loved her and how grateful he was to her for what she'd pulled off. He'd tried not to think about how much Hermione had sacrificed for him, but seeing her parents with their memory restored and embracing their daughter was like a weight off of his chest. More importantly than the relief of his own guilt was what it meant for Hermione, his most loyal friend who had saved his life so many times.
"Thank you," he whispered to Daphne once they broke their kiss. He felt tears on his own cheeks, and he didn't fight them. He sobbed and hugged Daphne tightly, beyond grateful that he had this woman in his life.
--
Pansy's initial awkwardness at meeting her girlfriend's parents had largely worn off over the course of the conversation, thanks in no small part to Narcissa commenting about how Pansy's own parents had failed her where Hermione's hadn't and how as long as they could see that she made their daughter happy they were sure to welcome her with open arms. Narcissa had said that Pansy deserved to experience the kind of love they would show her after she'd been brave enough to become a better person in spite of everything, and Daphne agreed wholeheartedly. Her life paralleled Astoria's in many ways, and both witches had changed sharply for the better once they broke away from the sphere of Draco.
Harry was smiling widely and holding onto her, Astoria and Narcissa like he never wanted to let them go, and Daphne was happy to be held. She felt like her face might be sore tomorrow with all the smiling she'd done tonight. She was so content and proud with what she'd accomplished and how happy it had made Hermione, her parents and her best friend who Daphne loved so much.
"This is your house until you feel ready to move," Harry said to Hermione's parents.
"That's so generous, Harry," Mr. Granger said. "But we really can't impose on you any more than we—"
"Don't bother, dad," Hermione interrupted, laughing. "If you refuse, he'll just do something foolish and over the top like transferring ownership of the house to your name." Daphne giggled, knowing that Hermione was right. "Just accept it." Mr. Granger chuckled, apparently backing down.
"Thank you again, Harry," Hermione's mum said. "We'll never be able to thank you enough for all that you did for us."
"Don't thank me," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not the one who made this possible."
The eyes of all three Grangers shifted to Daphne who was held in Harry's lap, and she fidgeted a bit about the warm looks from all of them. "Yes, thank you as well, Daphne," Mrs. Granger said. "Hermione's told us how hard you had to work to make this possible."
"It was nothing," she said, feeling her cheeks grow warm. "It was the type of thing Harry and Hermione would have done without thinking twice."
Hermione rushed over to Daphne as everyone rose to leave, and she had to laugh after she heard it. "Oh, I won't be nearly as irritating as a certain someone," Daphne said, giving Harry a look. "Unlike my boyfriend, who would give you no way of ever feeling like you weren't in his debt." Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it. Enjoy your Christmas with your family. Making sure that you had your whole family to celebrate it with again, just like I'm lucky enough to be able to, was the entire point of me working so hard to get it done now, after all."
Hermione gave them one last wide, grateful smile before she scurried off, and Daphne felt Harry's lips move from her neck to her ear. "I'm ready to take you home and show you just how thankful I am to have three witches as amazing as you at my side," he murmured.
"Do you think delicate Daphne can even handle that?" Astoria giggled. Daphne smiled back at her.
"If I can't, I have two other witches who I know will be more than happy to help," she said.
--
Harry sat back and smiled as he watched Astoria hug her father, having just opened a present he'd handed her. It wasn't actually one of the biggest gifts she'd been given (though the dragonhide jacket looked well-made and certainly could not have been cheap.) It wasn't really about the gifts though. Emotions were running high in Astoria's first Christmas back with her family, and just about everything was causing the excitement, love and happiness to spread throughout the room.
Astoria remained squished against her father as if holding on for dear life, and Daphne sat on Edmund's other side. Aella looked on with Fleur curled up against her side, and Harry silently noted how it felt like Fleur had been a part of the Greengrass family for longer than Astoria had. There was no awkwardness there at all, and Fleur's personality fit in here far better than Harry remembered it when she was amongst the Weasleys.
As for Harry, he was quite comfortable with Narcissa in his lap and resting back against his chest. They were both happy to watch the Greengrasses have their first Christmas together as a family in far too long. Astoria gushed over the dragonhide boots her father had gotten Fleur, and Harry could see the sheer joy in Edmund's face at having his youngest daughter back in the family. It was the best kind of emotional moment, and Harry noticed Aella wipe away a happy tear as she watched the exchange between her husband and their formerly estranged daughter.
"I think you can put those away for now," Daphne said to Fleur, smiling.
"Oh?" Fleur said teasingly. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to have me model them for you? She looked hungrily at Aella, and then at Edmund. "I have two people I would love to model them for if everyone else here would indulge me."
"If you want to put on a show, I don't think anyone in this room will complain," Narcissa said. "Nor would you be the first witch to put on such a show for us. Or even the second, come to think of it." Edmund had snorted before but now burst into full laughter as Narcissa blushed to match the one on Aella's face, having let that reminder of the show both of them had put on previously slip out without thinking.
"You will be more likely to receive a show if you are the opening act," Fleur said to Narcissa. Aella leaned in and whispered something to Fleur that made the veela blush, and Harry wondered what she could possibly have said to affect the veela like that. Whatever it was, it made Edmund laugh.
"We keep talking to you about your love of playing with fire, flower," he said, stroking Fleur's hair. She smiled at him.
"We veela are known for playing with fire," she said, giggling. "Will it be you or Aella who kisses my burns until they're all better?"
Daphne let out an exaggerated sigh of disgust at seeing her parents flirt with their lover like this, but Astoria joined in on the laughter along with everyone else. Harry held Narcissa's hand as she snuggled into him, and his index finger idly rubbed the Lady Black ring he'd given her. It was a clear partner to his Lord Black ring. They were nearly identical aside from her ring being smaller and having a few more feminine stylistic choices.
It wasn't usual for a ring such as hers to exist. In fact it was effectively unheard of. But Harry reasoned that since they were in essence sharing the position and responsibilities of the Head of the Blacks, she should have a ring that displayed her authority so no more fools got any idiotic ideas about disrespecting her.
Narcissa was absolutely overjoyed to receive the ring, there was no denying that, and feeling his finger rub it had her twisting her head towards him to give him another passionate kiss. It didn't last long but the passion and feeling behind it did not suffer for the brevity of it.
"I love you," she murmured, at the exact same time that he did. She blushed again, and he grinned at her before they settled in to watch the next round of presents being exchanged. Harry pulled one arm off of her to catch a few gifts tossed in their direction as well.
"I'm not sure what this is, but you really shouldn't have gotten me anything more, Harry," Aella said, looking at the box in her hands. "I'd say I owe you quite enough as it is after your joint gift for me and Edmund."
"We all owe him for that one," Fleur said, grinning at him. Harry grinned back.
"I'm just pleased I could make you happy," he replied. "All of you." What better use of gold could there be than to improve the lives of the people he cared about?
He'd given Aella and Edmund, and in a sense Fleur and the Delacours as well, a property in France. International politics between the magical governments of France and Britain were such that both countries currently restricted the sale of magical properties that weren't already owned by foreign nationals. Aella's request to get a permanent, reusable international portkey issued for Fleur was not possible, as this was one of the things Kingsley as Minister had begun monitoring and heavily restricting for security purposes (something Harry agreed with completely.)
With all of that in mind, the property Harry had gifted them was not only worth far more than it ordinarily would have been but it was also far more lavish than he'd described it to them initially. That was something the Greengrasses had said to him, as well as the Delacours after Aella had shown Fleur the present when she and her family arrived.
The present was that Edmund and Aella would lease the property to the Delacours, meaning that as a Greengrass property Edmund and Aella (and by extension Daphne and Astoria) could use the floo to access it, but the Delacours as the family renting it could also use the floo to access the British floo network thanks to the Greengrass connection.
It was a bit of a clever workaround past the legal red tape which Harry was quite proud of. Aella had been delighted at Fleur's emotional reaction and her repeated thanks once Aella had explained how they wanted to keep her in their life but understood how badly she missed her family back in France. This was something Bill had never truly been able to grasp, and it was one of the many reasons their marriage had ultimately failed.
"He really does do too much," Daphne said, shaking her head. "Far too much." She smiled at him. "Far too amazing and far too perfect."
"I'm not complaining!" Edmund said, chuckling. "I've been on the waiting list for a box at Puddlemere for ages now! It's been bloody decades since any family gave theirs up."
"You have my old captain Oliver Wood to thank as much as me for that one," Harry replied. Wood had been able to speak to the board, and after throwing down a pretty substantial fee Harry had managed to secure one. It wasn't often that he leaned on his fame as the man who beat Voldemort, but he'd made an exception there.
He and Edmund had worked together on a joint gift for the witches. They'd secured a large box that would comfortably hold around fifteen people, with all the VIP treatment you'd expect under joint Potter, Black and Greengrass ownership of a box at a theatre. And not just any theatre but the theatre in magical Britain—make that the entire magical world. In fact the place was treated sort of like a sovereign nation; a place where the global elite congregated on neutral grounds. Getting standard tickets took years, and the boxes had been held for centuries by whichever families were fortunate enough to own them.
It had taken quite a few of their considerable contacts and both of them calling in multiple favors to even acquire the list of the current box owners, and even the combined pull of Lord Greengrass and Harry with his titles and fame had barely been enough to convince the family that had finally decided to sell it to them.
Neither Harry nor Edmund were willing to even discuss the realm of how many galleons had gone into that purchase, and everyone present knew that this meant it had been a truly absurd amount that the women would have scolded them for had they caved. They were all so excited about the New Year's Day opening of a play they'd previously talked about seeing later in January when it came to a less exclusive theatre that they didn't put any real effort into grilling their respective men. They realized that there was no going back, and in truth they were all too delighted to be spoiled. There wasn't any point in trying overly hard that they cared about the price when both Harry and Edmund were filthy rich.
Edmund shared the same view as Harry when it came to gold being best used to take care of his loved ones and make them happy.
--
"So Astoria's off with Narcissa," Daphne said, counting their numbers out loud. "They're inviting Pansy, Hermione and Tonks to join us, and I just got back from confirming with Tracey and her mum. Combine all of us with the Delacour witches and we've got a total of 12, since you did such a good job of convincing us that we'd all be happier if you aren't there."
Harry grinned at her; he'd done most of the convincing on that one. He wanted them to use their box on people who would truly enjoy it, which meant he, Edmund and Fleur's father would merely be taking up spots that could have been better used on others. Daphne couldn't argue with him.
Astoria had arranged an entire holiday away for them at one of the Potter properties, and they were leaving tomorrow. That wasn't as easy as it might seem either, because the property hadn't been visited or maintained in decades. She'd needed to get to the tropical destination, check the wards and make any adjustments that were required on them, get the place cleaned and furnished and do all of that without letting any of them figure it out ahead of time.
Daphne was impressed with her sister for pulling it off. It was a perfect gift in Daphne's opinion. A nice natural tan would be perfect if they wanted to look their best on opening night, and Astoria had confirmed that there would be room enough for all of them. Of course they'd be able to come and go as needed, which was nice in case they forgot anything or wanted certain things. A simple floo trip back would be easy, even though the house elves would be on the island to ensure that it felt like a true vacation even if they could come and go as needed.
She was also pleased that Astoria had chosen a time when she knew that their father would be traveling with Lord Davis and Lord Delacour on their annual trip to attend the international quidditch matches that always took place. It meant that the girls would be allowed to have fun. As much as their father and Fleur's were willing to share their wives, found amusement in the games they played and even occasionally viewing that play, they understandably did their best to avoid having to see anything explicit involving their daughters.
"Can you see why I say you do far too much for us?" she asked him. "Any one of the presents you got for any of us would have been enough for us to talk about forever, but all of them in the same year? You spoil us all."
He chuckled into her ear as he held her in his lap. "All my presents combined aren't even half of what yours was," he said. She blushed, and then she moaned as Harry pulled her into a kiss full of passion, love and gratitude.
"Take me upstairs, please," she gasped. He didn't even bother carrying her. He just apparated them straight into her old bedroom upstairs. They landed on her childhood bed, and he silenced the room before returning his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. Daphne moaned wildly as he kissed his way down her body. "Please, just fuck me!" she begged. He kissed her again, just below the navel, and she growled and reached down to grab his hair in both hands. "I need you, Harry! Fuck, I need you so bad, please!"
She felt crazed, and based on the way he looked at her like he wanted nothing more this Christmas than to devour her right then and there, she must have looked exactly how she felt. He was inside of her in an instant, and her loud moans of delight as his cock stretched her out painfully were swallowed up by his loving kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
Harry shagged her roughly right there in the bed she'd slept in as a girl, and with how worked up she already was it came as no surprise to her that she came fast and hard. Harry kept thrusting into her throughout her orgasm, and when she regained the ability to speak there was only one thing she needed to say.
"I love you," she managed to say. He nipped at her earlobe, bringing a wild moan from her, and continued to fuck her like she'd never been fucked in this bed. How could she have been when no man in her life had ever fucked her like him?
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he kept shagging her. She couldn't help but grin as she felt him swelling already. He'd lasted longer than her, but not that much longer. His frankly inhuman ability to hold off from cumming for what felt like ages was all but nonexistent at the moment, and it was all because of her.
"Cum for me!" she moaned into his ear. "Fill me up, Harry!" There was a stubborn set in his jaw that suggested he might try and resist his need, but she got a thought in her head that had her well on her way to her next orgasm already. She had a feeling that voicing it out loud would break even his iron will. "Do it, Harry! Oh fuck, fill me up! We need to start practicing for when I stop taking the potion." His eyes snapped up from her bouncing breasts to stare at her face, and she smiled at him. "Maybe next Christmas we can do this again, right here, just like we are now, and you can give me a baby."
Harry growled like an animal, driving deep into her as he lost all control. "You fucking beautiful tease," he grunted, surrendering to his need and her words and filling her with his cum. Daphne moaned loudly and then started to scream as she followed his example and had her second Christmas climax.
"You know what saying stuff like that does to me," he groaned into her ear. Daphne giggled breathlessly.
"Of course I do," she said. "That is the point, love. But it doesn't make it any less true. I'm not joking, you know. Maybe next Christmas is a bit too soon, but I want you to make me barefoot and pregnant so bad." He growled, and she braced herself for a second round. But before he could begin again she heard something that made her realize they were not alone.
"Be a good pet and just enjoy the show," Narcissa's voice said.
"It's not fair!" Astoria whined. "I want to join in!"
Daphne looked over at them, and she and Harry both laughed at just how frustrated Astoria looked. "Get over here already," she told them both. "I want another round with Harry, and I'm not giving his cock up until I get it. I do have a tongue though. And so does Harry." An ecstatic Astoria flung herself onto the bed and started to snog her wildly, and Harry laughed as he watched. But then he decided that he should direct his attention to the other member of their relationship.
"Come here, Narcissa," he said. "Relax and let me show you just how obsessed I am with you."
Daphne pulled away from her kiss with her sister just before Harry began to work on Narcissa, whose legs were spread wide just behind her. "After we've had our fun, not only can you finally put those piercings on my nipples, but Narcissa and I will get tattoos to match yours," she said to Astoria. Her sister's eyes went wide, and then she moaned just as Narcissa was. Harry and Daphne both began to lick their witches with their legs spread wide for them. It was truly a miraculous Christmas.
And then it got even better for Daphne, because Harry started to thrust.
--
Harry watched from the door, a relaxed and content smile on his face. The others were chatting away happily outside, setting up blankets and taking seats to enjoy the view as the snow settled onto the wards late on Christmas afternoon. He heard footsteps come up to stand beside him but did not flinch. With everyone else outside, those footsteps could only belong to one person.
"I will truly never be able to repay you for getting Astoria back to us," Edmund said, clapping a hand onto his shoulder. "Not to mention everything else you've done for us." He chuckled warmly. "Aella and I couldn't even manage to find anything that equaled what you gave us for Christmas."
Harry laughed and nodded his head towards the group outside. "All of this; a family that I could call my own, a happy family? That's the one thing I always wanted to find waiting for me as a kid when I woke up on Christmas morning. I already have what I wanted." He turned his head towards Edmund and saw the older man smiling affectionately at him while he squeezed his shoulder. It wasn't unlike how Harry imagined his own dad might have interacted with him had he still been with him. There was a comfortable silence as the two men looked out at the people outside who they were committed to making happy.
"When Astoria distanced herself from us out of the blue, and everything seemed broken beyond repair, I had to face not only had I failed as a father—"
Harry shook his head and turned towards him, meaning to interrupt and assure him that he was anything but a failure as a dad, but the sad grin on Edmund's face forced him to bite back the words.
"Harry, my youngest daughter spent years married to and believing in someone who was the epitome of everything we raised her not to be," he said. "There is nothing you could say that would change that fact." Harry awkwardly stayed silent, not sure what he should say, or if he should even say anything at all.
"I not only had to face that, I had to accept the fact that my own ego had grown because of my successes," Edmund continued. "Politically I'd established myself as second only to Dumbledore himself, even if I was subtle enough about it that the general public might have thought that title belonged to someone like Lucius Malfoy. And of course I amassed that influence while being far younger than that legendary old man, and I didn't have the defeat of a Dark Lord to lean on either." He chuckled. "Further, the Greengrass family's finances were…prosperous, to put it mildly. I'm no slouch with a wand either, even if I'm not Merlin reincarnated like some young men I've recently gotten to know." Harry groaned at that, and Edmund gave a little laugh, the serious moment lightened briefly.
"I was at a point where I simply couldn't fathom the idea that I, of all people, couldn't get something done, especially if I also requested the assistance of my brilliant wife. But no matter how hard I tried, it seemed like no tactic I tried worked any better than doing nothing at all. Everything Aella and I tried pushed Astoria further away from us, and it forced me to face an uncomfortable truth. I wasn't nearly as powerful or as in control of everything as I always believed I was. I had to accept that even just to protect my family, including the daughter who seemed to hate me, I would need the help of others. Help, not just their support or their vote. And some things were entirely out of my control."
He held his wrist up and stared down at his watch. "I love this watch my wife got me so much," he said. "I know she adores the necklace Fleur gave her too." He fixed Harry with a probing look. "It's odd how everyone got expensive jewelry this year. Jewelry that fits their taste so perfectly that they're likely to wear it at all times. And even though the gifts came from different people, all of them involved you either picking it up for them physically, ordering it on their behalf, helping to arrange it in some capacity, or of course gifting them yourself."
Harry chuckled. "I should have known that someone would figure it out today with how many people here are so damned perceptive," he said. Edmund laughed.
"What I can't figure out is the odd enchantment they all have on them," Edmund said. "It isn't often that I can't work out the enchantments placed on an object. It's a discipline of magic that I find quite interesting."
"It was a project I had to put to the side for a bit," Harry said, shrugging. "I picked it back up and finished it recently, with some alterations. Are you familiar with the enchantments behind the family clocks that show the locations and statuses of the members of the family?" Edmund nodded. "It uses a charm similar to that. If the wearer of the jewelry is deemed to be in grave danger, it will notify me and attempt to trigger the internal portkey that will bring them back to Potter Manor. If the portkey succeeds, the wards will increase to full strength once the wearer arrives."
"And if the portkey fails?" Edmund asked. Harry gave him a sheepish grin.
"If it fails, the jewelry will activate the spell aurors use to locate each other when we have to separate out on raids. It goes through nearly any ward you can think of, and it gives precise coordinates for apparition. Those coordinates will show up on my end."
Edmund shook his head, grinning. "Harry, that spell was something my father supported the use of when the Wizengamot debated it. Certain people claimed it was a violation of privacy though, so the measure failed. I'm well aware that you are not allowed to put that on anything other than auror equipment which is highly regulated."
"Technically the wording of the regulation states that it cannot be used by anyone who is not currently employed as an auror or otherwise granted the right clearance, nor utilized via any equipment other than the specified items. Me implementing it is fine."
"You really should have been in Slytherin, you know," the older man said. "Such a shame." Harry rolled his eyes. "So what will you do if it takes effect and you have to explain it? I'm sure they monitor that kind of thing."
"I'd probably lose my job," Harry said without much concern. "That's a small price to pay to keep my family safe."
"Too true," Edmund agreed. "Unfortunately I will have to report you now though." Harry looked at him, waiting for the 'unless' that was sure to come. He was not disappointed. "Unless, of course, you alter my watch so that I'll see that same information you'll see."
Harry stared at him briefly, considering. "You aren't to tell the others about this," he said.
"Agreed. They'll rush towards the danger instead of staying away from it." Harry waved his hand, and Edmund smiled. "I hope that I'll have something at least equal to this when I return from my little quidditch trip." Harry gave him a questioning look and got a grin in return. "Sebastian Delacour and I have a great many contacts who owe us a great many favors, Harry. If it takes calling in every single one of them to hunt down Draco and discover what he plans to do, so be it."
"Your trip doesn't sound nearly as much like a vacation as you and Sebastian made it sound to the others," Harry said.
"Indeed it isn't," Edmund said easily. "But my wife is no fool, and I suspect my daughters and Narcissa will figure it out if they take a moment to think about it." He looked at Harry seriously and shifted his tone to match. "You see Harry; no matter how it came about, you've given me back everything that ever truly mattered, plus so much more."
He turned back to the door and smiled ruefully as he watched Astoria making herself comfortable across the laps of her older sister as well as Narcissa. "I may not have slain a Dark Lord, but I've learned a few things, one of them being that the more you try to restrict or shield those you love in order to protect them even though they're more than capable in their own right, the less protection they actually have." He patted Harry on the shoulder.
"I think we both know how stubborn those women are," he continued. "They're not going to listen and stay out of things just because they might be dangerous, no matter what we might say. So keeping them safe isn't going to be done by cutting them off from information and shielding them from reality."
Harry gave that serious thought, and he was still thinking about it when Edmund took him by the shoulder and started leading him out the door towards their family. "Take it from a man who has already made that very mistake, and nearly lost everything that mattered because of it. There is no worse feeling than failing someone because you didn't believe enough in their ability."
They reached the other shortly after that, so the conversation naturally reached its end. Edmund headed over to his wife and gave her a loving kiss on the lips while Harry smiled at Astoria. He sat down between Daphne and Narcissa, who automatically spread apart to make room for him. Astoria shifted to plop down onto his lap, and Daphne and Narcissa took position against his sides. Harry enjoyed the comfort of their closeness, but he was still deep in thought and considering Edmund's words spoken from painful experience.
--
"Yes, sir," Aella said. A flush came to her cheeks at just how easily she'd said it. She'd managed it without a single mistake since the night she'd promised she would do so, though she had been away for most of the time that had passed between then and now, aside from the very rough shag Harry had given her just before she departed. This meant that the teasing had still been fresh today and really hadn't slowed down until an hour or so ago, when it had become mostly smirks and snickers at her expense.
It was humiliating, between her husband and Fleur having their fun, the other girls teasing her and Harry acting all the while as if it was perfectly normal and something to be expected. And that she had been acting more or less the same as usual because of how natural it felt to be submissive to him even in casual conversation did not help, nor did the dampness between her legs.
Even a few trips out of the room with Fleur or Edmund, or both, had not scratched the itch for her. She knew only Harry would be able to do that, and that was a frightening thought. This was the first time they hadn't even been able to take the edge off despite each trip being extremely enjoyable, which meant that she needed Harry's attention to cool this burning arousal. She wondered just how she was going to get what she needed when she was at the bottom of his list of priorities behind three other witches, all of whom she knew to have very healthy sexual appetites.
But the most humiliating thing all day was her husband informing the Delacours, including just barely of age Gabrielle, were aware of everything between her and Harry before they arrived. Luckily they were probably the one family she knew who could understand the unique situation and did not judge them for it, what with the nature of veelas and Apolline having been their lover openly foe quite some time. A veela's needs far outstripped what any one wizard Aella had met could satisfy on his own, with the lone exception of Harry. Even Aella and her husband combined were only about equal to the task of keeping Fleur sated, and they both had high libidos themselves.
That the Delacours understood the situation did not stop them, and Apolline in particular, from poking fun at her for submitting to Harry. At least Gabrielle seemed to be trying hard enough to hide her rather obvious crush on Harry and thus didn't join in much with the comments, but her mother made up for her share and then some.
Fleur and Daphne giggled at her before returning to their conversation, and Apolline and Narcissa smirked at her like they were privy to some secret she knew nothing about before drawing Gabrielle back into a conversation of their own. The younger veela was blushing prettily again after watching Aella and Harry together, but as for her father Sebastian or Aella's husband Edmund, they ignored what she'd said altogether. She thought they might have genuinely not even heard her; they were like a pair of adult children as they discussed quidditch for what had to be the thousandth time.
--
Astoria just kept purring as she relaxed against Harry, ignoring all else around her. She was as pleased with herself as she'd been thirty minutes earlier when she finally got him to treat her more like he usually did. It had taken forcing his hand more and more until he'd eventually realized that her dad wasn't going to care, having already known about and witnessed their dynamic.
She'd finally gotten her way when he gave her bare arse a smack and told her to behave herself while pulling her little dress back into place over her arse. Then he'd spun her around and pinned her arms behind her back with one hand, making Fleur flush with excitement at the casual display of dominance before she gave her lovers a suggestive look. Gabrielle had stared wide-eyed at the open display, and Daphne giggled and teased her sister for not being able to help herself even here. Apolline asked Narcissa if she too submitted to Harry like that, and while it seemed like she was trying to ask quietly they'd all heard it. They'd also heard Narcissa reply that it had actually been quite mild, especially by Astoria's standards. Astoria's father had just chuckled and told her that she really had always been a pest, so he was pleased that at least Harry seemed to be able to keep her in line as often as anyone possibly could.
Harry had eventually released her wrists, not that she'd moved them even now. He'd casually grabbed her throat while continuing his conversation, acting like it was perfectly normal for him to hold her like this. It was made absolutely clear that he owned her, and he'd done it in front of everyone without needing to say a word to her. She'd delighted in it all, happily receiving her light choking as she submitted to him. There were times when someone would ask her a question and Harry would have to let go of her throat, pat the side of her bum and remind her to be a good girl and pay attention when someone was speaking to her.
Astoria wasn't paying much attention to his current conversation, but she was back into it fully when he suddenly flipped her over so her stomach was across his leg and gave her arse ten spanks through her thin dress. They were not playful spanks either; she squealed and yelped but proved her obedience by staying in position. It wasn't like the arm wrapped around her and pinning her in place would have let her go anywhere anyway.
"I told you to behave," he said, his voice as firm as his spanks. "Your hands wandering like that are not appropriate right now." Fleur burst into giggles and then whispered something into the ear of her little sister whose face was now beet red.
"It seems you won't ever grow out of testing boundaries," Astoria's father said, snorting.
"Really, Astoria?" Daphne said, heaving a sigh. Astoria knew her well enough to tell that she had to try hard not to laugh, which would have rather ruined the effect. Narcissa rolled her eyes, but Apolline didn't let her off.
"With how you always act, Narcissa, you must never be able to sit down," the older veela quipped. Narcissa shot her a playful glare while everyone else shared a laugh at her expense.
"You know, love, I am beginning to think I've been going about keeping you in check the wrong way," Sebastian Delacour said to his wife. She gave him a sultry stare.
"Maybe you have," she said, licking her lips at him. Everyone laughed, save for Astoria who once again had Harry's hand around her throat.
"Okay, Astoria," Harry said. "You have obviously enjoyed being the center of attention a bit too much." He eased her up to she was sitting upright, and she pouted unhappily at the adjustment.
"You're ruining my fun," she grumbled. "If that's how it's going to be, I'm going to use the loo now." She got up off of his lap and walked towards the restroom, giving an exaggerated shake of her hips as she went. Harry laughed at her teasing.
"Don't bother waiting for me to join you in there," he said. She looked back over her shoulder at him, frustrated that her ploy hadn't worked. That was far more frustrating than having everyone else laugh at her.
--
Astoria returned to the room with a wide grin on her face and another present in her hands. Her mother raised her eyebrow at her.
"I didn't know you still had one gift left," she said. "I thought you'd opened all of yours just like everybody else." She might be confused, but Harry knew exactly what was going on.
"I should have known you would bring the presents meant to be opened in private," he groaned. She grinned even wider and plopped herself back down in his lap, feeling quite pleased with herself. She could tell he was going to try and snatch it from her, so she shifted it under her arm before he could do so.
"It's mine, Harry!" she said playfully.
"That it is," he muttered, "but it isn't to be opened here."
"Why not?" she asked coyly. He opened his mouth to offer up a reason but she kept speaking. "If this is about my father, well, he already has to have figured this out. And if he hasn't, he can find out now. Even my mum gets to act like what she really is!"
Harry sighed but he did not stop her as she opened the present up then and there. Astoria let out a happy squeal and turned her face towards him right away. "Put it on me, please!"
"Oh, well that's good," her father said once he saw the gift. "I was expecting far worse." He sounded relieved.
"Me too," Harry muttered.
"That's interesting," Apolline said, "Would you like to elaborate?"
Amidst the joking and laughter, Astoria handed Harry the leather cuffs. He clasped them on her wrists and then pinned her wrists together behind her back. The magic took hold and forced them to stay together, and Astoria tested them briefly to make sure they were working. Upon confirming their effectiveness she purred happily.
"Thank you, sir," she said, submission dripping in every syllable. He rolled his eyes but allowed her to curl up against him, and Daphne and Narcissa soon snuggled up as well.
"Oh, let the little thing have her fun, love," Daphne said, giggling while she made herself comfortable. "It isn't as if it's anything explicit."
--
Astoria smiled smugly as Harry reached over to adjust her dress and make sure it didn't fall past her breasts. He was obviously aware that she was not wearing a bra. She'd gone out of her way to make him aware of it, but he probably would have guessed anyway. These days it was far more notable when she did wear a bra.
Her father had just left with Daphne to prepare their usual Christmas dessert, the one and only dish her big sister had ever managed to get good at making. Fleur, her little sister and father as well as Narcissa had joined them. In Narcissa's case she'd been too interested in seeing Daphne trying to prepare food of any sort, and for Gabrielle it was probably good to get a bit of relief from watching Harry. Amusingly, she seemed to have a bit of a crush on Astoria's dad too. It wasn't as obvious and didn't seem as large as the one the barely of age veela had on Harry, but in its way it was far more amusing to watch in Astoria's opinion.
She was still six months away from graduating from Beauxbatons, and he was more than twice her age. Fleur had told her how strong a veela's hormones were shortly after reaching maturity, so Gabrielle would probably feel an even stronger attraction than usual to any magically powerful males until she got it more under control. For her part Astoria didn't expect anything to come of that attraction; her parents would probably collapse if they had to try and keep two veela sexually satisfied!
With everyone else occupied in there it left just Astoria, Apolline and Harry outside. She was briefly frustrated with the veela for staying outside, but then she began to wonder why. Apolline clearly knew that at the very least she would witness all sorts of debauchery between Harry, herself, Daphne, Narcissa and even her mum while they were on vacation together. If she wanted to watch now, what was the problem? She wriggled in Harry's arms, letting go of her frustration.
"Going somewhere?" Harry asked, giving her a look. Apolline just watched casually, relaxing and feeling quite comfortable in the role of voyeur.
"I have to go down onto my knees so I can take your cock into my throat like a good girl," she whined while trying to wriggle free. Harry coughed, looking surprised that she would say that and attempt to do it with Apolline right there. The veela chuckled, and Astoria used the brief moment of Harry's surprise to slip out from his arms and shuffle to the side of him on her knees. Her little silk dress slipped to bunch in the middle, exposing her breasts and arse to the air.
"I'll take you upstairs then," he said. Astoria whined and shook her head. Normally she wouldn't have had any problem with that idea, but now it was suddenly vitally important to her that she put on a show in front of Apolline. Since he wasn't moving to help her, she brought her mouth to his belt to try and get his cock free.
"There's no need to relocate on my account," Apolline said with a laugh. "I'm very aware that I'm going to see quite a lot of this sort of thing when we're all on vacation together." She smiled, exposing dazzlingly white teeth. "In fact I'm looking forward to it. This reminds me so much of my brief but oh so enjoyable time in the veela coven, back before I met Sebastian."
Harry gave Astoria a look, and she seized on what she perceived as him wavering. "Please, let me be a good girl!" she said. "I've been waiting all day for you to use your good little slut!" He took over for her, reaching down to undo his belt and free his cock. Astoria gasped in excitement. She'd thought that the odds of this working had been 50/50 at best, but she was thrilled that things had come up in her favor and she was going to get what she wanted.
What she wanted was his cock, and she got it. It sprang out to slap her in the face when she got a bit overexcited and rushed in before he'd even gotten it free, not that she minded the unintentional cockslap. Harry laughed at her.
"Such an eager slut," he said. She heard Apolline chuckle softly as well.
"Always," she whined. "I'm always your eager slut." She started kissing his cock, and her lips followed a delightful path all the way down his length until she reached his balls.
"When I pushed dear Aella into giving me a bit of a description of your cock, she used the word massive," Apolline said, admiring Harry's cock while Astoria started sucking on his balls. Astoria could hear the change in her voice. It sounded deeper and rougher now; the veela's arousal had increased sharply. "I can see now that this was a significant disservice."
Astoria moaned as she popped her mouth off of one of Harry's balls, making him groan softly and ruffle her hair with his hand. He seemed to have settled in and gotten over his reluctance quickly thanks to her lips and tongue, and that gave Astoria no small amount of pride.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Astoria breathed. She looked up at Harry, batting her eyelashes. Many women in her position might have looked at their lover like this if they wanted him to do them a favor or take care of something for them, but there was only one thing Astoria had on her mind. "Please sir, use me?"
Harry grinned. "We don't need to frighten anyone with that, pet," he said. "You know I love it when you worship it."
"I want to worship it properly," she whined. "That's why I need your help, please."
"Oh, don't worry about me," Apolline said. She laughed, but Astoria would bet that a moan of the purest arousal could just as easily have come out of the veela's mouth. "Give the poor thing what she wants. Honestly I'm a bit curious to see what Aella has deemed normal or casual."
Astoria began to swallow him sown from her awkward position, and Harry's moans got louder. She let out a gleeful moan from around his cock when he reached down to lift her body and shift her backwards slightly. Now she could look at Apolline since she was closer to facing directly down his body, and she purred around his cock while looking at the very interested veela.
She got near to the base and then plunged down. As always this was one of those few positions where she gagged and struggled to get past her choking and gurgling. Harry's hand found her arse and gave it a casual squeeze while his other hand wound into her hair. She tried to come up for air as this had been a quite lengthy and drawn-out trip to the bottom, but he pushed her back down and bucked up a bit.
"You know better, slut," he said while she squealed around his cock. She whined and nodded as the tears dripped down her cheeks, and she did her best to hum around his cock in her throat even as her eyes fluttered from a lack of oxygen.
He did let her up not too long after that, and she took in one good gasp of air before he forced her right back down to the bottom. This process kept repeating itself, and it saw her almost passing out and letting out those sounds that others described as horrible but sounded amazing to her ears. She did her best to work her tongue and hum before he let her up just long enough to gasp deeply, but as this demanding process continued over and over again she eventually reached the point where just one gasp wasn't enough any longer. Apolline was breathing pretty heavily herself, but Astoria was far more focused on the deep moans from Harry.
"Good girl," he groaned. "Take it!" She did take it, until Harry gave her something resembling a break so she could actually catch her breath. While she recovered, Harry spoke to her. "Dinner will be soon. You should thank Apolline for indulging your perverted nature. Once you do that I'll give you what you want most."
"Does that mean you're going to spank me until I cry, and then use me until I break?" she asked excitedly. She knew that wasn't what he meant, but seeing even a veela as experienced as Apolline blush and stare at her with wide eyes was deeply satisfying regardless.
"Later, dear," Harry replied with a laugh. "I'll be as rough as you want later, I promise."
"Bruises, sir," she said quickly. "I want bruises."
"Enough games, whore," he growled, and the rough timbre of his voice sent heat through Astoria's belly.
"Thank you, Apolline," she said, giving him what he wanted. "Thank you for letting me worship my master in front of you."
"Good job," Harry said, and then he pulled her back down all the way to the bottom of his cock. Even as she squealed with his massive cock crammed down her throat, she was proud of herself. With just her words she had managed to get him so much more aroused and pushed him into tapping into his rougher side. He was behaving more like how he usually did around her when there wasn't any company, and having accomplished her goal she settled in and braced herself so she could survive the brutal facefucking. Her vision went blurry and there was an ache between her legs, and she welcomed both.
Her feet flailed a bit, kicking but not daring to move too much as he went extra hard. It felt almost like he was trying to go beyond her throat and reach into her stomach, but it was entirely possible that Astoria's mind was just playing tricks on her given her lack of oxygen.
"The poor thing might not make it at this rate," Apolline whispered.
Harry laughed. "Oh no, she's very used to this," he said. It was true. She was not only used to this; she lived for this. "No more air at all, slut. I'm close."
Astoria concentrated fully on just staying conscious while Harry erupted inside of her. His cum shot down her throat and into her stomach while some of it even came out of her nose.
She only realized that she'd just barely failed in her attempt to stay conscious until the end when she came to a few seconds later. Her face was right in the mess she'd left at the base of his cock, and she quickly began to clean said mess of saliva and cum up with her mouth.
"Oh my!" Apolline said, giggling. "You weren't joking about her truly loving that, were you?"
"Of course not," Harry answered.
"Thank you, sir," Astoria moaned. Even as she slumped forward against Harry's abdomen and a few more tears dripped down her face she still giggled. She turned her eyes towards the veela. "That was actually fairly tame."
Apolline shook her head. "Pleading for him to do it so roughly that you have bruises, my dear? That's your definition of tame?" Astoria couldn't tell whether she was concerned or amused. Perhaps it was a bit of both.
"I'd love to beg for him to whip me hard enough to leave marks, and not to stop until I was limp and dangling," Astoria admitted. "But the last time I tried to ask for that Harry got really mad at me." Apolline's eyes went comically wide now, and there was no question that she felt pure shock at the moment.
"Yes, I did," Harry confirmed, giving her a smack on the arse. "And if you want anything on our vacation aside from denied orgasms, you won't make anyone worry that you're in actual danger by saying silly things like that."
Apolline laughed now, having recovered from her surprise and finding the humor in the situation. "Oh, this vacation is going to be quite something," she said as she stood up. "Now then, I'm going to go and find my husband before dinner." She grinned at Astoria, who was now climbing onto her man's lap and moaning loudly as he tugged on her nipples. "What a gorgeous sight you two are. I'll make sure that you two aren't interrupted by any unwelcome visitors. Consider it my thanks for you letting me take in such a lovely show, my dear."
"Thank you," Astoria said, moaning even louder and arching as Harry tugged on her nipples. Apolline giggled at her.
"Such a sexy little witch wanting a true whipping," Apolline muttered to herself as she walked off. "Now that really was a surprise." She sounded like she found the idea as arousing as she did amusing.
"Bounce, slut," Harry said, bringing her full attention back to him. "Fast."
--
Aella casually strolled back after dinner, having just touched herself up. Harry came around the corner at the same time and gave her that roguish grin that always made her heart flutter, just as it did to every other witch who received it. He came over and put one arm around her waist, and she moaned with delight as he pulled her flush against him.
"You look beautiful today," he told her. "You look beautiful every day of course, but especially today in that tiny little Christmas dress."
"It isn't that small," she said, giggling. "It's larger than either of my daughters'. Or Narcissa's."
"It's small enough to make me stare," he answered. He gently touched her face with his free hand before giving her a passionate kiss, and she moaned into his mouth. She didn't just passively sit there and let him kiss her though. She wrapped her arms around his neck and even wrapped one leg around his to hold herself as tightly against him as possible. Aella moaned in delight as they shared what in many senses was the most inappropriate kiss he'd ever given her. There was little about this kiss that played into the kink she usually explored with him.
Instead it was packed with an emotion that she should only feel for her husband. It was the same emotion that she knew he expressed each time he kissed his three girlfriends, even when playing the dominant role with them. She had no problem accepting the kiss or the emotion behind it; not even the tiniest bit. She might have felt conflicted before, but her conversation with Edmund almost a week ago had assuaged those fears. There was no reason for her to hold back here; these emotions wouldn't affect her marriage or the love she and Edmund shared. So she enjoyed the kiss free of anxiety or guilt.
They finally pulled away, gasping, but this was just the beginning. "Take me into my bedroom," she said roughly. Rather than doing as she asked, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Not today, I'm afraid." Her jaw dropped and she stared at him in disbelief, and he just gave her a pat on the arse. "I really do wish that I could, but I have a guest arriving later so I can't give you my undivided attention right now." He kissed her again, but frustratingly he pulled his lips back before she could attempt to deepen it and try to coax him into fucking her that way. "Tomorrow I'll be happy to take care of all of your needs."
"I have needs outside of my usual ones that I want you to take care of right now," she whined. He looked at her oddly, but she tried to use her body to convince him by grinding her hips against him as best she could while standing. She moaned softly, enjoying the physical contact, but she wanted so much more from him. "I need you to make love to me, Harry." For a change it was him who looked stunned by something she'd said. "I've asked for permission and received it, so there's nothing to worry about. I want this." She could see the desire in his eyes now, and for a moment her hopes soared and she believed that he might relent and give her what she wanted then and there, take her into her bedroom and make love to her for the first time.
"Tomorrow, Aella," he said, holding her still and stopping her grinding. She was disappointed at not getting what she wanted, but at the same time she was impressed with his fortitude despite his obvious desire. Reluctantly she nodded.
"I understand," she said. "I'll look forward to it."
"Good girl," he teased, making her blush furiously and duck her head. Chuckling, he kept his arm around her waist and used it to begin leading her back down towards the others. While they walked her gave her arse another loving pat.
"It's amazing how much like your daughters you really are," he said. "Or should I say it's amazing how much like you they are?" She wasn't allowed to respond, because when they reached the others he surprised her by picking her up and putting her in his lap as he sat down. She was surprised but settled in comfortably. Astoria giggled in Narcissa's arms as the older blonde shifted to lie back against them, and Daphne joined in on the other side.
Edmund watched the scene without any jealousy. He chuckled and gave her a wink, showing how deep their understanding and trust ran. She smiled back, and then watched as Fleur stretched out across her husband's lap.
"It seems this spot is all mine for the time being," Fleur said, making Edmund laugh and give her his attention.
--
Dinner had been over for some time now, and most of the group had gone and gathered around a fire to continue to bask in the holiday spirit. Narcissa couldn't blame them, and in fact she was coming back to join them. Before she could actually get there a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. She didn't need him to say a word to know who those arms belonged to.
"I didn't realize there was a need to get changed again," Harry murmured into her ear. She wriggled and ground her arse back against him, and he moaned. He reached through the front of her dress with its swooping neckline in order to cup her breasts and play with her nipples. "You barely even bothered to wear anything, did you? You wore knickers at least, but your arse is nearly entirely out in this dress so I guess you kind of had to."
"Oh fuck, Harry!" she gasped. He laughed at her.
"Really?" Harry laughed. "You got to cum numerous times not that long ago, love."
"But waiting to get marks to match Astoria's has gotten me and Daphne so excited," she groaned. "We're even more excited now that I finally have it." One of his hands slid downwards, and she moaned louder and arched her back. She reached back with her arms to wrap around the back of his head, and she happily moaned into the kiss he gave her.
Harry pinned her against the wall and hiked her dress up over her hips. "I'm taking you right here them," he muttered, and she felt him yank his trousers down in a hurry.
"Yes, please," she moaned. The fact that everyone was right around the corner and would easily be able to hear them didn't cause her even the slightest hesitation.
It didn't seem to make him hesitate either, because he simply vanished her knickers before lining himself up. One hand went to grab her throat hard while the other wrapped around her waist, and a single sharp backwards pull of her body met his equally aggressive thrust forward. Her arse slapping against him joined with her choked moans.
Narcissa arched and writhed, her moans not even as loud as the slap of his hips against her arse as he fucked her. "So good," she whimpered. "Harder."
"Harder?" Harry laughed. Suddenly she was yelping as he threw her over a small table in the hallway, and then she moaned as he grabbed her hair and wrapped an arm around her hips. She reached out to push her hand against the wall so she could avoid tipping the table beneath her and also prevent her face from smacking against said wall with how hard he was now thrusting against her.
"Everyone is going to hear you," Harry muttered. If that was meant to deter her it failed, but she doubted that was what he was going for.
"Let them!" she moaned desperately. Her dress was not just a piece of fabric wrapped around her midline.
"Very well," he said. Then everything changed for her in an instant. She recognized it immediately as the feeling that had burned inside of her when she's gotten a brief demonstration of the charm placed on her at its highest. But she hadn't been getting fucked at the time, and Harry was now pulling on her hair even harder. The arm under her hips sifted so he could finger her clit as well.
The hair pulling alone was amazing enough that she could have cum from that alone, and adding in the rubbing at her clit would have left her a mindless mess in ten or fifteen minutes at the most. But having his huge cock stretching her and pounding her as deep and as hard as he could manage was the best part. Or was it the worst part? It was both, she decided, because it made every bit of her insides feel an unnatural combination of pain and pleasure. She understood now why, after perhaps twenty minutes of this, Astoria would begin to drool lifelessly and be unable to speak or to move other than her body's jerks when she climaxed. As for her, she wouldn't even last that long.
She was screaming, and then she wasn't even sure if she was or not once her first orgasm took over. Her world went white, but the pleasure did not stop coming. Harry didn't slow down anything he was doing to her, and she felt herself squirting all over his cock and the floor once again before too long.
There was a fraction of a second where she could almost think properly, and in that moment she realized he'd put a silencing spell on her at some point. Then he began pounding her roughly again, and she couldn't focus on anything but that. He yanked her hair as hard as he could, and she arched and was slammed into the wall next to the table. His hand moved to pinch and tug on her nipple, and all of that was enough to bring her to yet another orgasm.
Her body gave way, and suddenly Harry was holding her up. "Not even a third as long as the littlest of my beautiful girls lasts," he said, laughing. She could barely even hear him; he sounded distant even though he was actually right there with her. He didn't seem to care too much; at least not until she felt herself flailing and let out a silent screech as she felt him fill her up with his cum.
She felt a deep exhaustion settle over her after that, and it was all she could do just to keep her eyes open. She felt mentally overwhelmed by the unnatural and yet amazing levels of pleasure he'd just given her, and she felt him scoop her up into his arms. She lolled her head, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't drop her or let anything happen to her. He'd reduced her to this state, but now she could trust him to look after her too.
"Home," she heard a voice say roughly. That voice was intimately familiar to her, and yet her exhaustion was such that she had to think for a second before her mind could place a name to the voice. Daphne. It was Daphne who'd just roughly barked out that word.
"Now," another voice said, sounding even more impatient and demanding than the first voice had. Narcissa knew this voice as well, and a tired little smile came to her lips once she recalled it. Astoria. Of course it was Astoria. If Narcissa knew any witch who would be even more desperate to leave here and go home than Daphne obviously was, that witch was Astoria. Her pet was the horniest of them all.
Harry laughed. "It's about fucking time, you two," he said. The other two witches wrapped themselves around him, and Narcissa's arms reflexively tightened around him with all the strength she had remaining in her body. There wasn't much of it, to be fair, but even in her state of extreme fatigue her brain knew that she didn't want to slide out of his arms and miss out on what was to come.
The four of them disappeared, leaving Greengrass Manor behind and going home as the Greengrass daughters had both demanded. It had been an excellent Christmas among their happy extended family, such as it was. But now it was time for their little family of four to go home, recover from their very happy Christmas and perhaps make a few more holiday memories before it was all over with.