The Greengrasses Chapter 23 (Patreon)

“Where did you take us, Potter?”

Aspasia’s portkey had deposited them in the middle of an empty muggle street, the surrounding neighborhood quiet as the sun set in the distance. Rush hour was long over as most families were indoors around this time of day, sitting down to have dinner and luckily not outdoors to observe the two magicals who popped into existence.

To his side, Daphne looked around the muggle neighborhood with a look of clear distaste, as if there were a foul stench in the air. She might have improved her opinion of the muggle world thanks to him, but that didn’t mean the pureblood superiority complex she carried had gone away entirely.

Without replying, Harry began to walk, and Daphne hurried to catch up. “Pot- Harry! Where did you have that portkey take us?!”

He wasn’t an expert on portkeys, and so he had willed it to take him to the safest place possible. Yet instead of teleporting to Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, or even a muggle police station, it had instead taken them here.

“This is the neighborhood I grew up in.” Was all he said.

“This is a muggle neighborhood.” The blonde deduced, recalling his past. “Right, I forgot about that.”

He continued walking with Daphne following, her hand moving to grasp his own as they moved from the road onto the sidewalk. He barely noted her presence though, his feet carrying him on autopilot until they came across the place he was looking for. Number 4, Privet Drive.

The Dursley home was oddly dark, which contrasted sharply to their neighbors. Most of the other homes were beginning to light up as the sun set, the evening encouraging everyone indoors, yet none of the windows of number 4 were lit. Staring at it from the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but wonder if his relatives were home at all. And before he knew it, he had walked up to the front door.

“Harry!” Daphne hissed quietly. “What are you doing?!”

“This is where I grew up.” He said.

“Oh.” That made her pause. “Mother only had bad things to say about your muggle family, so I can’t say I know what to expect of them.”

He nodded and didn’t bother to knock, pushing open the front door as he let himself inside. He was proven right when no lights were on and no sounds emanated from further inside. “There’s my cousin who is my age, named Dudley. Then there’s my aunt - my Mother’s sister - being Aunt Petunia and her husband, Vernon Dursley.”

“I see.” Daphne got out, walking in behind him and looking around with a disdainful frown she failed to hide. “This place is tiny.”

He let out a snort, agreeing completely with her analysis. Greengrass Manor was probably bigger than all of the homes on Privet Drive combined, and Harry’s bedroom and attached suite was bigger than the Dursleys entire home.

“Just don’t tell my aunt or uncle that.” He replied, imagining the look of fury on Vernon’s face if he was told just how small his home was. The fact Harry was marrying into an old family so wealthy would only rub the salt in more. “For now, feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

She nodded, cautiously moving into the living room and failing to hold back a sneer at the heavily used furniture there. The couch’s cushions were beaten down by the many years of holding the overweight forms of his cousin and uncle, strained and compressed to their limits by Vernon and Dudley’s weight.

Daphne was far too snobbish to sit on furniture in such a sorry state, and after a moment she opted to follow him into the kitchen. It was there that Harry was shuffling through cabinets and the fridge, finding what he was looking for after a moment.

“What are you looking for?”

“Just wanted something to eat.” He answered, taking out a loaf of bread to make a sandwich. “You hungry?”

“I can have the House-elves make me-” Daphne paused, grimacing as she realized the ridiculousness of what she was saying in a muggle home. “Never mind. Please.”

He nodded, continuing to pull out the necessary items to make a simple meal while she watched with wide eyes. “I didn’t know you could do this.”

“What? Cook?”

“Yes.”

“I learned it when growing up.” He fought back a bitter frown then, the real reason being that the Dursleys forced him to cook against his will. Just being in this kitchen now brought back bad memories of Vernon and the hot frying pan from when he was younger.

He was in the midst of gripping a butter knife when a silvery light suddenly entered the room, passing through the walls to land in front of them, making him jump while Daphne sharply inhaled. The light stopped in the middle of the kitchen, and he saw it took the form of a large spotted panther, feline and dangerous.

“Harry. Daphne. Wherever you are, it is important that you stay put there and remain hidden.” Aspasia’s voice spoke through her corporeal patronus. “Astoria and I are safe, and will come get you by morning.”

Silence greeted the end of the message, as the patronus faded, leaving him and Daphne alone in that muggle home.

“…Are we really safe here?”

“Should be.” He shrugged. “I doubt Voldemort’s men would ever look for us in a muggle neighborhood anyways.”

“Alright.” Daphne swallowed and nodded.

He couldn’t help but wonder how Aspasia knew to send that message. “How did she know we made it out anyways?”

“Mother was probably alerted to us leaving the wards.” She answered. “That, or she might have seen us leave.”

“I guess so.” Harry finished making sandwiches, and handed one to his companion before stuffing his into his maw. All that running and fighting had made him hungry after all. “After this, I’m taking a shower.”

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It took staying in a muggle home for several hours for Daphne Greengrass to understand the fascination some wizards had with muggles. Sure, their kind was repugnant and had little class nor culture - evident by the classless mudbloods that too often intruded on their world. But there was something fascinating about seeing the way they lived firsthand.

For one, the electricity she had heard of before was genuinely helpful, along with the water systems and bathing rooms. It had been Daphne’s grandmother who installed muggle toilet systems throughout Greengrass Manor a century ago, paying enchanters an exorbitant sum to do so in the process. From what her Mother had told her about it, the makeover of their family Manor had been quite the scandal, as the use of chamber pots was still championed by most pureblood families at the time.

With that said, Potter’s muggle relatives were still categorized as the bad sort in her mind. This was evident not only by their horrid taste in decorations, but also through the stench of cheap perfume throughout the home. Harry didn’t talk about them, well… ever, but the few times they were ever brought up, Daphne had caught on that he had a poor opinion of his remaining family.

And so when Harry went upstairs to clean himself off after their paltry meal, she couldn’t resist the urge to look around further. Whether it was for the purpose of satiating her own curiosity, or possibly finding juicy blackmail material to use against Potter in the future - she did not know.

But spending a while wandering aimlessly around the muggle home eventually proved fruitless, and Daphne could no longer take staring at the hideous decorations these muggles used. They were cheap and had nothing on the artifacts resting within the halls of her family’s Manor, and she made to go upstairs to see Harry when something by the stairwell caught her attention.

“What is this?”

At first glance, it looked like the quarters for a House-elf, a tiny door built into the side of the stair. It had an equally small vent along with a lock on the exterior, clearly meant not for storage of items but for something to live inside.

She doubted Harry’s relatives could ever fit inside it, as from what pictures she glanced at and the state of the cushions, Daphne could tell they were horrendously overweight. That meant that someone else was supposed to live on the other side of this tiny door.

Her body seemed to move on its own as she undid the door’s various locks and opened it, partly expecting to find a dangerous beast that needed to be locked up living inside. Instead, she found herself staring at a tiny mattress and pillow that was best fit for a petite child, dusty and moth-eaten, and surrounded by tiny figurines which muggle children would play with.

She stared at it blankly, no thoughts running through her head as she simply stood there in silence for several minutes. But it was when she finally overcame the shock and realization that she slammed the door closed, and fell against it with a body that quivered uncontrollably.

They couldn’t. Her stomach sank as her pupils became pinpricks, face going pale out of cold fury. Daphne Greengrass had never been one to rage and scream, instead quietly holding it in until she could get her revenge one day. And she certainly intended to get revenge on Harry’s muggle relatives for this.

They had him living like a House-elf. Her jaw clenched tightly while her hands turned into fists, the urge to take out her wand and burn this wretched home to the ground was almost overwhelming. Those wretched muggles!

Rudimentary occlumency helped somewhat as she finally pulled herself together and moved on, practically stomping up the stairs as she tried to get her anger under control. Luckily for her, that seething hot feeling did subside, only to morph into a different type of heat that burned in her chest.

He’s been through so much, only to help us without question. She paused at the top of the stairs, feeling horrible all of a sudden. It struck her in that moment how much Harry Potter had tried to help them all, that he had spent months at Greengrass Manor doing what he could to not be a burden.

And how did I treat him in return? Horribly. Sure, she hadn’t thrown herself at him like Astoria, nor seduced him like Mother, instead giving him the cold shoulder. If anything, it had been him that catered to her own interests, saving her at the World Cup and never using their betrothed status to take advantage of her. They had gone on that date together and even kissed, but that had been the extent of it.

And in the end, he had been willing to throw his life away for them to survive, giving her his cherished invisibility cloak so she could get away safely, and then going out to buy time simply for Aspasia to escape with Astoria. In return he had asked for so little, belatedly accepting their advances and never arguing nor going against any of them.

“Damn, that felt good.” Harry’s voice suddenly spoke, and Daphne stiffened as she realized she had wandered into what must have been Harry’s bedroom. As if to further reinforce her thoughts of how his relatives treated him, the bedroom was somehow in worse shape than the rest of the home, clearly neglected because it was Harry’s.

Footsteps sounded out from behind her, as he entered and noticed her still form. “Hey, um- Daphne, are you alright?”

She turned around to face him, noting that he only wore a towel around his waist. The rest of his slim but fit form was exposed, lightly wet from his shower as his dark hair was also moist and messier than usual.

In the back of her mind, she was idly aware that she was blushing, that previous anger forgotten as all she could focus on was the wizard in front of her. She made a decision then that she would no longer take him for granted. In fact, she decided she would begin showing her appreciation for his actions starting now.

Silently, Daphne Greengrass fell to her knees in front of him, her blue eyes meeting his startled green with a confidence that was unexpected. “Take out your cock.”

He stiffened, looking as if he didn’t know what she was asking. “W-What?”

Not giving him a chance to respond or back away from this, her hands went to his towel as she pulled it down. She was rewarded when his growing manhood rose upwards and flopped down to land on her face with a meaty plop sound.

He’s mine.

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Her eyes ran up and down his shaft with a bit of apprehension and a hint of excitement, her fingers coming up and failing to wrap around the base. “I can see why my Mother and Sister are so obsessed with this thing.”

His cock lurched, and she briefly met his eyes, before Daphne’s tongue moved outwards to give a long lick along the underside of his shaft. She made a show of it, coating him in her saliva as she worshiped his manhood from stern to bow, eventually giving one final pass as she reached his tip and took it in her warm mouth.

He felt her tongue swirling around him then, right as her blue eyes met his own green, all while she slowly lollipopped him in a way that made him see stars.

That was when her hand wrapped around the exposed part of his base, keeping his cockhead in her mouth while she jerked his length.

SCHLCK SCHLCK SCHLCK

Harry growled, length twitching as he fought the urge to grab her head in his hands and bury himself in her. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think that he finally got what he wanted, to have this blonde witch on her knees and sucking his cock.

“Fuck.” He let out a deep groan as Daphne’s eyelids fluttered in satisfaction. “You’re doing a good job.”

Her cheeks visibly pinked at that compliment, as her whole body shivered at his words. She pulled off his head with a pop, panting as saliva connecting his engorged cockhead to her lips, looking up at him with a flustered expression. “Do that again.”

He blinked. “Do what again?”

She took a breath and looked away with some embarrassment. “P-Praise me.”

Harry failed to hide a grin, nodding as she went back to sucking him off.

Ego, huh? It reminded of the many times Astoria and Aspasia had given him advice for how to handle Daphne. Much of it revolved around her ego and difficult personality, as the Slytherin Ice Queen got envious very easily.

“That’s it.” He spoke aloud as her lips squeezed around his head. “Keep up the pressure.”

She gurgled, saliva escaping her lips as she worked harder. The urge to take matters into his own hands was back again, along with the urge to use dirty talk. Aspasia especially loved dirty talk in the bedroom, but he didn’t know if Daphne would be the same.

After a moment, he decided to do it anyways.

“Who knew you could be such a natural at this? Perhaps all Greengrass girls are just good at sucking dick?” He pondered aloud. “Astoria’s already a good little guzzler, but you’re nothing to scoff at. Just keep sucking me off and your sister will fall behind.”

“MPH!” Daphne pushed herself deeper down his length, tears leaking from her eyes as mascara began to fall and stain the Dursleys’ carpet below. Part of him expected her to get mad, but the opposite happened, as his words seemed to increase her excitement even more.

“Fuck yeah.” Harry’s hand moved around, gently scooping her long blonde hair up in his fingers. He didn’t outright clamp his hand onto her skull, instead carefully moving his hand along with her own movements.

What had started out as her lollipopping his cock was now a sloppy blowjob. Not an outright throatfuck as he had experienced before, as Daphne always pulled back when the head of his shaft bumped the back of her mouth, slightly gagging as the act became messier.

Harry had experienced better, whether it be sloppier or more experienced, yet he still loved the sights and sensations that came with this. He had spent months trying to get in the good graces of the Greengrass heiress, and now he had her on her knees.

What a slut. Daphne had spent so long pretending to be prim and proper, the chaste pureblood heiress who would never debase herself like this. Yet here she was, on her knees in a muggle bedroom and slobbering on his cock.

All of it made him excited, his balls stirring and groin growing hotter as he felt his impending orgasm. Everything from the noises she made, her gentle hands stroking his exposed length, to her lips and tongue, all of it pushed him over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum.”

She almost didn’t hear him as she choked and worshipped his shaft, nodding with a mouthful of male meat before she pulled back. Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, her tongue swirled and massaged him, one hand grasping his soaked length and giving it long, meaty strokes.

Harry outright moaned when her other hand came up to massage his ballbag, gently grasping and massaging each heavy orb that would soon expel their load into her mouth.

“That’s it, keep doing that and you’ll get your reward, just like you deserve.” He remembered to keep up his dirty talk. “You really put those heiress lessons to work today, huh?”

GLURK GLURK GLURK

A messy slobber left her lips as a string of precum and saliva escaped her mouth to land on her shirt below, coating it and making it partly transparent so Harry could see her black, lacy bra.

A great lurch came from his groin as his erection became as hard as iron then, his first load erupting and filling her mouth as she swallowed. He could hear her working hard to gulp it all down, some of his seed escaping and landing on the Dursleys’ carpet once more.

“Make sure you swallow it all.” His fingers - still tangled in her hair - gently touched the back of her head as if to reassure her. Daphne nodded messily in response, her gaze becoming determined while her hand continued to pump his length, helping get all of his seed out as he finally finished.

Harry pulled himself back then, his soft length popping free and dangling down as the blonde breathed heavily. Her face was a mess of tears and mascara just from that little bit, mouth partly marked by his cum that she had yet to lick up and swallow.

It was a beautiful sight, and Harry would prefer her no other way.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18