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Chapter #16: Fun with Daphne, part I.

“Harry Potter says: We must stand united with the ministry!”

Even after being a victim of prosecution by the Ministry of Magic these past few years, Harry Potter has a message for everyone. During these violent and turbulent times, the best thing we can do is stand united and trust our government. He assures us that he’s working alongside them, so the criminals who are trying to destroy the world could be captured.

“I’m also working hard to defeat them myself!” He declared with an expression full of confidence…”

“Ah, stop with that already!” Harry complained.

He, Ron, and Hermione were in the living room. The redhead had been reading the article in the Quibbler about a recent press meeting between him and the minister. Of course, it wasn’t easy to convince him, but the minister agreed to let Harry help them with the methods they use to catch Death Eaters.

Harry suggested two methods that were thankfully given by Hermione from the future:

1.- Use the taboo charm to track people who are using the unforgivable curses; chances are that the people who do that are Death Eaters.

2.- Once you catch a suspect, make them agree to a magical contract that basically will turn them into squibs if they turn out to be Death Eaters.

So far, only suspects have been declared innocent; it’s a very small percentage considering they’ve arrested more than two hundred people since these methods were established.

“I mean… You must admit that when she talks positively about you, Skeeter isn't too bad!” Ron chuckled.

“I hate to say this, but Ron is right,” Hermione smiled at him.

Harry could only sigh. Just when he thought he could count on his friends, they decided to make fun of him. He was about to say something else, but then, someone else joined them; it was Daphne from the future.

“Oh, hey Daphne,” Harry said with a calm tone.

“Hi,” both Ron and Hermione said awkwardly.

They were still having a hard time accepting that Greengrass from the future was on their side, after all, she was the Slytherin princess, the symbol of that house, so it was hard to imagine her turning her back on the traditions that had kept her family rich for generations.

“Hello,” she said in a serious tone. “Harry… Can we speak privately for a moment?” She didn’t waste time and went straight to the point.

Harry shared a look with Hermione and Ron; they nodded, and soon, Harry joined Daphne. The blonde was wearing white running shoes, tight blue jeans, a cap, and a red blouse; she looked like one of those soccer moms the Americans like talk about. She grabbed his hand and led him to the chimney, and soon, they used the floo network to go to Grimmauld Place.

“So, Daphne, what did you—” Harry couldn’t continue as the blonde suddenly decided to kiss him.

To say he was taken aback would be an understatement. He remained frozen for a while, and then, as if something possessed him, he kissed her back, and soon, the kiss became very heated; however, the need for air quickly made them stop.

“Wow… That was…” Harry couldn’t believe it.

“I know,” the blonde admitted.

Soon, the two of them started to laugh.

“Not that I’m complaining, Daphne, but… You too?” Harry asked with an arched brow.

“What do you mean?” She asked innocently.

“Come on, Daphne, it’s obvious you had a thing with my future version,” Harry told her, and she blushed.

“I guess after that kiss, I have no right to hide anything, right?” She asked him with a funny expression.

Harry still was having a hard time believing that, at some point, he was able to make so many women fall in love with him,

“Yes… Your future self and I, well… He helped me a lot, you know? I wanted to make a life on my own and forget about the pureblood traditions because I fell in love with a Muggle woman, my parents obviously disinherited me after that, and I was all alone. I thought no one would help me, but your future self hired me to become his assistant,” she laughed at the memories.

“What happened with your muggle lover?” He asked, surprised.

“We didn’t last long, I thought she was the love of my life but she was just my first serious relationship, it was so childish to think it would last forever but I’m glad it didn’t because in the end, I fell for your future version and all the other women that were with him,” she told him and he arched a brow.

“I hope you don’t find this insulting, but I’ve done it with Hermione, Tonks, and Luna… Did my future-self had sex with the whole group that came from the future or just with some?” Harry tried to get the information from Daphne.

He didn’t want to do something stupid like flirting with Susan and finding out that they did nothing of the sort, which would be very awkward.

“Who knows?” She said with a smile, not looking at him.

Harry was about to say something, but then he realized what she was trying to do. She knew, but she didn’t want to tell him, and he didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Ah… You’re leaving everything for me to figure out, right?” He asked, and she nodded. “Very well, but if I do something that could make them hate me because I misunderstood things, you’re going to carry the guilt, Daphne,” Harry tried to make her feel bad.

However, instead, she caressed his cheek, and he was surprised by how soft and good her hand felt on his cheek.

“We would never hate you, Harry… After all, we traveled back in time to save you, I don’t know what that is, but I can assure you it's not hate,” she smiled at him.

The younger man was frozen in place, but in the end, he nodded; he understood where she was going, and in the end, Harry decided to give it a rest.

“So, Daphne… Did you truly want to speak to me, or were you planning to have sex with me?” He jokingly asked.

The older blonde remained silent for a few moments, and then she decided to get rid of her blouse, exposing her big tits covered only by a green bra.

“What the… Are those real?” He asked as he saw how big her tits were.

They were almost as big as balloons. Daphne was the definition of a bombshell, a bimbo, even though she was not dumb.

“Very real, Harry, and if you want to… They can be yours…” She suggested, and he couldn’t help but gulp.

He remained silent for a while, and then she grabbed one of his hands and placed it in one of her tits.

“So… What do you say, Harry? I know you’ve done it with some of the best of us, but I can assure you… Sex with me will feel like nothing else,” she told him as she bit her lower lip.

He couldn’t help but get hard at the sight. The older version of Daphne Greengrass was sex incarnated. He was having a hard time thinking straight, but there was nothing else for him to think about. The decision had been made a long time ago, so the only way he could find to answer her question was by kissing her.