Fantasy or reality? #5 (Harry/Fleur/Daphne) (Patreon)

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Chapter #5: A perfect life.

Harry was tired. This world he was now part of was really crazy. He had memories of a different life; in his head, there were memories of war, death, suffering the loss of everything and everyone he loved, and yet, right now, he was completely lost in this place in which he had a perfect life.

Don’t misunderstand him; he loves the fact that everyone he loves is alive, and also, he loves the fact that he’s married to two beautiful witches. If this was going to be his new reality, it was better to get used to it at once.

“Why am I complaining about what my life is now? This is the perfect life, my parents are alive, there's no war, Voldemort never existed… I guess I should just let go of those memories, it’s over, this is my life now,” Harry sighed.

He was in his parents' home, and he had just taken a bath. It seems like telling them about his memories was nothing but a dream; that's something the usual Harry would never do, after all, apparently, this version of himself had a bit of a distant relationship with them. Still, he could help himself, and in the end, he decided to visit them; this world’s Harry was more independent. Once he got dressed, he found himself being greeted by his mother, who was eating some muffins and Yogurt while his dad was making his famous pancakes.

“Harry…I’m glad you’re okay. You drank a lot yesterday,” Lily couldn’t help but sigh.

“You must be hungry, Harry. Don't think I forgot about how strong your appetite is, so don’t worry, the bacon is almost ready!” His father said with a contagious enthusiasm.

Harry weakly smiled at them. He couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to distance themselves from them, as they were very sweet. Harry mentally slapped himself. He was already thinking about depressing things. This was his life now; his parents were alive, and that was all that mattered. The Harry he replaced was such a fool for not treating them like they deserved.

The rest of the morning went smoothly; his parents were happy to see him after such a long time, and Harry was grateful. He thanked them for everything they did so he could grow up to be a good person, and in the end, this experience strengthened a connection that they thought was lost; they even promised to see each other again soon.

Harry knew this was a dangerous game for his feelings; however, maybe it was time to stop complaining, and it was time to finally put his wand down and live the perfect life that he apparently lived, so he decided to get Fleur’s favorite fudge and Daphne’s favorite ice cream.

“Fleur…Daphne, I’m home!” Harry said loudly as he entered his mansion.

Yes, this was a perfect life, or at least he tried to convince himself that was the case, one would say that it’s crazy how quickly he was getting used to this new life he wasn’t used to, however, for some reason, he felt a connection with both Fleur and Daphne, so, he decided to let that feeling take in control of everything.

“Oh…Harry!” Fleur said as she appeared.

"Dear, I'm glad to see you!" Daphne said this time.

Soon, they hugged, and the three of them shared a kiss.

“Wow…That was…” Fleur said happily after the kiss.

“Not that I’m complaining, but…What’s the reason behind those kisses?” Daphne questioned with a blush on her face.

However, their questions remained unanswered as they focused on something Harry decided to show them. He was carrying a few things, and they couldn’t help but be curious about them.

“Oh…What are those things?” Fleur asked with a raised brow.

“This? Oh, not important, it’s just…Your favorite fudge!” Harry said with a happy expression before he gave the French witch her favorite snack.

She squealed and hugged him tightly before she started to taste the fudge. Daphne was looking at the other blonde with a smile. The French witch was a nice sight to see when she behaved like that.

“Don’t think I forgot about you, Daphne!” Harry took out a recipient, and the Greengrass smirked at the sight.

“You got my favorite ice cream, nuts with chocolate chip cookies!” Daphne didn’t wait and soon started to eat directly from the recipient.

Harry was satisfied with his actions. Yes, he needed to get used to this; after all, the rest of his life is going to be like that. He feels affection towards them, so it makes sense that the three of them got married. However, out of nowhere, the memories came.

“Harry… Daphne… I think… No, I’m sure that I’m in love with you two!” The French witch suddenly confessed to them while they were at the afterparty of their graduation.

There was a clear tension. Harry didn’t want to say anything. After all, saying something that could be misinterpreted and could lead to a dangerous situation, he loves Daphne, and she loves him back; it’s clear that there’s trust between the two, but she’s passionate when it comes to their relationship.

She gets jealous, but she doesn’t act like a crazy girlfriend. In fact, whenever she notices someone's interested in him, she becomes the best version of herself in everything, including sex, which is something he loves, but Fleur has been their friend for a long time.

They trust and love her, but now that she has said those words, Harry’s not so sure how Daphne is going to react. Sadly, just like he feared, the Greengrass suddenly charged against the French witch, and everything happened too fast for Harry to do anything; the last thing he wanted was for them to fight.

Yes, Harry may be an arrogant, narcissistic, self-centered asshole, but the last thing he wants is for women to fight over a man, himself included. He thinks there’s nothing less sexy than two beautiful women fighting over a man; however, his fears disappeared the moment he saw Daphne actually kissing Fleur on the lips.

Harry stood there with his mouth open wide. The kiss was slow, but little by little it became more heated. Some people would be angry at the sight of their girlfriends kissing another person, but in this case, Harry has no complaints, and considering the look Daphne was sending him as she kissed Fleur, he realized what her true intentions were.

She was making one of his fantasies come true; he always wanted to see her having fun with another woman, and it’s something he couldn’t get out of his mind when she told him one day that a woman from work told her that she was in love with her. Of course, Daphne turned her down, but that ignited something inside Harry.

The thought of his girlfriend and him having fun with another woman was very delightful. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but if things go right, he has the potential to have sex with two beautiful women.

“Wow…” Harry said once they finished kissing.

“Wow, indeed,” Fleur agreed with the dark-haired wizard.

“Harry, I’m so sorry, I felt like I was possessed and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing Fleur!” Daphne said with an embarrassed expression.

However, before Daphne could say anything, Harry decided that it was the right time to kiss the French witch, and soon, she was kissing him back. Daphne didn’t know where this was going, but one thing was sure: she and her boyfriend were going to have fun with the Veela.