The Attendants Chapters 11-14 (Patreon)

Chapter 11

Hermione said goodnight to Harry, Tracey, and Daphne as they left for their rooms. Supper with Harry’s parents had been nice, if a little awkward at times. Thankfully, Daphne seemed to be holding up well given the circumstances of her father’s letter. Truthfully though, Hermione wasn’t sure if Daphne would have let her know how she was feeling. She was a fairly private person after all. Tracey or Harry would know better than she. Despite having all of the same classes and sitting with the blond woman at every meal, Hermione still felt like she barely knew her.

At least Daphne had Lily, James, and Harry on her side. With their help, hopefully the Wizengamot case would go in her favour. The Potter family had enough power to rival, if not best, the Greengrass family in the Wizengamot through sheer influence. But gold could convince witches and wizards to do almost anything, and the Greengrass family had a lot of gold.

As Hermione meandered her way over to her room, she noticed that Draco’s door was slightly ajar. She wondered what that was about. Draco never left his door open.

Hermione walked up to the doorway and peered inside. Draco was just sitting down on the couch alone, reading a book. Hermione gently rapped on the door frame, getting Draco’s attention. The blond’s eyes snapped up to her face. A small smile played across his lips as he closed his book and stood up. “Hermione,” he greeted her, waving her inside.

Hermione stepped into his room. “Why was your door open?” She asked him.

“I was waiting for you,” Draco answered.

Hermione smiled at him, taking in his appearance. Draco had shed his outer robes, leaving him in a nice dark pair of trousers and a crisp white button-up shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to just past his elbow. His lean forearms always looked incredible.

Stepping forward, Hermione gave Draco a quick peck on the lips. He frowned at her. “Is that all I’m getting tonight?”

Hermione rolled her eyes and kissed him again. The kiss was longer this time. Deeper. She took the initiative and drew her tongue across Draco’s lips. He opened his mouth to welcome her as he returned the kiss. She felt him wrap his arms around her and her body tingled in delight.

Abruptly, Draco pulled away from the kiss. He coughed, looking off to the side. “So, how was dinner with Potter and the rest?” He asked her as he sat back down on the couch.

Hermione took up a position right beside Draco. “It was nice,” she answered honestly. “But Daphne’s father just fired the first shot.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “He’s started up the Wizengamot case?”

“Yep,” Hermione nodded. She bit her lip in nervousness. “I was wondering, would your father happen to know anything about what Cyrus is planning?”

Draco’s warm expression instantly cooled. “I wouldn’t know,” he replied curtly.

Hermione bit back a sigh. She knew that Draco’s family life was a very touchy subject. He had only very reluctantly given her the basic details of what happened this past summer. Anytime she tried to get more out of him he just seemed to shut down. It was incredibly frustrating, but Hermione knew that Draco was certainly going through a lot. She imagined that it wasn’t easy to suddenly go against his family’s long held beliefs that muggleborns didn’t deserve the same rights as pureblood witches and wizards.

“Well, if you do happen to hear anything from anyone, I’d appreciate it if you could let me know,” Hermione finally said.

Draco snorted. “And why would I care about what happens to Greengrass?”

“Don’t do that Draco,” Hermione shook her head. “I know you aren’t very close with Daphne but you should know just how hard it is for her to go against her parents wishes.”

Draco didn’t have a response for that so Hermione just reached out and took his hand in hers. He didn’t hold her hand back, but Hermione didn’t let that bother her. Despite the fact that Draco could sometimes act distant or cool towards her, she knew that he truly did care for her.

Silence took hold as Draco stared at a stone wall deep in thought. Hermione knew that it would take some time for him to think things through. She moved closer beside him, snuggling up against his side and leaning her head against his shoulder. A smile came to her lips as she felt Draco’s hand slowly close around hers.

It was such a comforting feeling to be here with Draco, beside a roaring fire. As the silence dragged on for a few minutes, Hermione felt herself growing a little tired. As she adjusted her head on Draco’s shoulder, her nose brushed across the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Achoo,” Hermione sneezed. She looked up at Draco with slightly pink cheeks. He was looking down at her with an amused smile. “Sorry,” she said to him.

Draco sighed and wrapped an arm around Hermione’s shoulder. “I should be the one saying that,” he muttered back to her.

Hermione breathed out a chuckle. “It’s alright. I know that none of this has been easy for you.”

“No, it certainly has not,” Draco acknowledged. “You’ve been too kind to me. It’s much more than I deserve.”

Hermione poked Draco’s side. “You’re a different man than you were a year ago, Draco. You’ve changed so much. Even if you still aren’t perfect now, I know that you’re always working to be a better person.”

“I think you overestimate me,” Draco muttered.

“I don’t think so,” Hermione replied thoughtfully. “You really are a good man, Draco. One that I care a lot about.”

Draco looked like he was about to give a snarky retort but when he looked into Hermione’s eyes he swallowed down his words. “I care a lot about you too,” he replied. Gently, he leaned down to give Hermione a kiss.

Hermione smiled against Draco’s lips. “I’m really glad I got you as my attendant,” she admitted. “You are a great kisser.”

“Glad I can be of service,” Draco smirked as he kissed Hermione again.

Hermione playfully pulled away from Draco’s face. He leaned forward to try to kiss her again but Hermione gently shoved his chest back. “I think I’d like to show you how much I appreciate you,” Hermione whispered huskily as she placed a hand on Draco’s knee.

Hermione loved the shocked expression that crossed Draco’s face. He looked simultaneously excited and terrified at her insinuation. “I thought you wanted to take things slow,” he replied carefully.

“What can I say?” Hermione smiled. “Maybe I’m falling for you faster than I expected.”

Draco smiled back at her. It was a genuine smile, not like the smirks he usually gave. “Shouldn’t I be the one doing this for you?” He asked, giving her the opportunity to change her mind.

“Shh,” Hermione hushed him softly. “There will be time for that later.” She moved her hand up to his crotch and felt him through his trousers. Draco’s cock was already hard. As Hermione pressed her hand down on it, she could make out the shape of it. It was big.

Draco leaned back against the arm of the couch, putting his legs on either side of Hermione. Hermione got onto her knees and leaned over Draco’s legs. She brought her hands up to the button of his trousers and slowly undid the button and then unzipped his pants.

Hermione hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of Draco’s underwear. She tugged them and his trousers down. Draco wiggled slightly to help get his clothes off. As Hermione pulled them down, Draco’s cock excitedly sprung up. Hermione tugged his clothing down faster in surprise. Draco shuffled his legs back and forth to get them off completely as he dropped them on the floor beside them.

Hermione stared at Draco’s cock with a fierce gaze. It was longer and thicker than she had expected. It suddenly twitched. Hermione looked up at Draco’s face to see him staring at her with lust-filled eyes.

Laying down on the couch in between Draco’s legs, Hermione brought her head up close to Draco’s cock. She reached forward with one hand, gently taking his cock into her grasp. Draco’s cock twitched again in her hand as she adjusted her grip on him and Draco let out a very quiet moan. Hermione glanced up at him, looking quite impressed with herself. Before Draco could let out a response, she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock.

Draco’s entire body tensed up as Hermione tasted him. It didn’t taste like much, but there was a faint hint of sweat and musk. It wasn’t anything bad by any means. In fact, Hermione’s mouth started to salivate slightly, she wanted to go back in for more.

Holding Draco’s erection in place, Hermione took her time roaming the head of his cock with her tongue. Her gaze flickered up to Draco’s face. His eyes were transfixed on her. Hermione’s body shivered at the hungry gaze. He loved what she was doing to him.

Hermione planted a kiss on the tip of Draco’s cock. Then, slowly, she took it into her mouth. Draco let out a muffled curse as Hermione’s hot and moist mouth surrounded him. Hermione brushed her long brown hair away from her face as she swirled her tongue around Draco’s cock.

Planting one hand on Draco’s thigh, Hermione experimented with trying to take Draco’s cock deeper into her mouth. Despite seeing Tracey manage to do this on Harry with relative ease, Hermione could only barely manage to reach halfway down his shaft. She did her best to stay down there as she breathed through her nose. The appreciative sounds coming from Draco helped her hold out for several seconds before she had to pull back.

“Hermione,” Draco groaned as Hermione slowly dragged her lips off of his cock.

“Yes, Draco?” Hermione replied with an amused smile. She was doing her best to suppress her nervousness. This was her first time ever going down on a man and she wanted to make sure that she was doing a good job.

Draco opened his mouth to speak but paused as Hermione pressed his cock against the side of her face. She kissed along the shaft as she locked eyes with Draco. “What is it, Draco?” She asked in between kisses.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” Draco breathed out. He reached out with one hand to cup her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbones.

Hermione smiled at him. “You’re just saying that because I have your cock in my mouth.” For emphasis to that point, she plopped Draco’s cock back into her mouth and sucked hard. The immediate moan from Draco’s lips made it all worth it.

Draco gently pushed her head back. Taking the hint, Hermione stopped sucking his cock. She looked up at him inquisitively, trying to see what he wanted. All that she saw was the lustful look in eyes.

“I can’t wait any longer, Hermione,” Draco said quickly. “I need to taste you.”

Before Hermione could reply, Draco picked her up by her arms and flipped her over, reversing their positions. Hermione instinctively tried to push her skirt back down as it bunched at her waist, but Draco placed his hand of hers. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to ravish her in that moment, but he hesitated. “You do want this, right?” He double checked.

“Of course I do,” Hermione answered breathlessly.

Draco gave her a toothy smile. “Good.”

Hermione whimpered as one of Draco’s fingers dragged itself along her soaked panties. Merlin, she hadn’t even realized how wet she was. She had been so focused on Draco that she hadn’t realized how hot and ready her body was. Draco laid down on the couch in between Hermione’s legs. She planted her feet on the couch and spread her knees wide, giving him plenty of room to work.

Draco leapt right in with glee. Hermione moaned as Draco pulled her panties to the side and his tongue touched her pink lips. Hermione’s nails dug into the couch as Draco lapped at her clit, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Hermione felt her thighs tense up as Draco gently rubbed a finger up and down her slit. “Please,” Hermione muttered even though Draco was already working away at her.

Slowly, Draco pressed his index fingers just barely inside of her. Hermione bit her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning aloud as his finger explored inside of her while his tongue continued to lavish her clit. She was starting to  breathe heavier and heavier. Her clothes felt more restrictive than they had a few minutes ago. With shaky fingers, Hermione undid the buttons on her button-up top and let it fall off of her shoulders. She could see her bra-clad chest heaving as Draco played with her pussy.

Draco’s lips felt so soft against her skin as he suckled at her clit. The sensitive bit of flesh felt incredible. It was unlike anything that Hermione had ever been able to do herself with her own fingers. Draco’s finger pushed deeper inside of her, running itself along her walls. It moved smoothly inside of her, covered with her slick juices. Suddenly, he hit a spot inside that made Hermione’s hips buck. Instinctively, she grabbed Draco’s hair roughly as her thighs held Draco’s head in place.

“Fuck!” Hermione squeaked out as she felt an incredible burst of pleasure run through her. She hadn’t cum yet but it was a damn close thing.

Draco looked up at her with laughing eyes. Hermione smiled nervously and managed to move her thighs away from the sides of Draco’s head. The blond-haired man just went back to driving her wild.

Hermione exhaled audibly as she relaxed back against the couch. One of her hands came up to cup her breasts. Hermione slid her hand under her bra to touch her flesh. Her nipples were already starting to harden but they hardened completely under her touch. Like her clit, her nipples were incredibly sensitive and Hermione was struggling to contain the sounds of her pleasure.

“You should see what you look like right now,” Draco muttered against her thigh. His finger still twisted around inside of her but with his other hand, he grabbed his wand off of the table beside the couch. A quick flick summoned an ornate hand mirror which Draco held up in between Hermione’s thighs. Hermione gasped as the cool metal pressed up against her lips and clit. Draco’s chuckle let her know that he had done that on purpose.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Hermione was surprised. She had never looked at herself in a mirror before when she masturbated, but the sight was incredible. The first thing she noted was that her cheeks were incredibly flush. Her mouth was parted slightly as she breathed heavily and her hair framed her face perfectly. The sight of her crisp white button-up shirt just hanging off of her shoulders and her hand underneath her white bra was something to behold. “I told you that you were beautiful,” Draco kissed her thigh before tossing the mirror to the side.

“Draco?” Hermione said.

“Yes?”

“I need you to come kiss me,” she told him.

Draco chuckled. “Is that an order?” He asked, but he didn’t wait for her response as he climbed on top of her.

Hermione gasped as Draco’s hard cock brushed against her thigh and as he came up to kiss her. He pressed his body down against her as he moved in for the kiss. ‘That’s going to go inside of me?’ Hermione thought to herself as she felt the full extent of Draco’s burning hot cock pressed up against her. Her mind was distracted a moment later as Draco’s lips interlocked with hers. Hermione moaned into Draco’s mouth as one of his hands went back to stroke along her slit.

Draco kissed Hermione deeply. She felt like her mind was floating through the clouds, but the rapid beating of her heart kept her focused on what was happening to her. Their lips slurped at each other as they both tried to slide their tongues into the other’s mouth. Draco managed to win that battle, pushing Hermione’s tongue back into her mouth in a dominating fashion. Hermione could taste her juices on his tongue as he kissed her.

Eventually, Draco had to pull away. The pair of them were both panting as they caught their breaths. Hermione couldn’t help but smile at Draco. “We should have been doing this weeks ago,” she laughed.

“Hey, I wasn’t the one holding out,” Draco replied.

“Well trust me, I’m not holding out tonight,” Hermione shot back.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “You mean . . . ?”

Hermione gulped but nodded. “I’m ready for all of it, Draco. I want you,” she emphasized. Hermione pressed her body up against Draco’s, making him groan as his cock bucked up against her thigh.

Draco leaned away from Hermione to get ready. His cock was still slightly moistened from Hermione’s mouth but he spat on his hand and rubbed it along his cock just to be sure. Hermione shuffled back slightly, elevating her head so that she could watch what was about to happen.

Hermione’s eyes were fixated on Draco’s cock as he carefully angled it towards her opening. The bulbous head brushed against her pink lips. Hermione gasped and recoiled lightly from nervousness. “Are you alright?” Draco asked with worried eyes.

“Yes, please, Draco,” Hermione bit her lip. “I order you to put your cock inside of me.”

Slowly, Draco rubbed his cock down Hermione’s slit until he was able to push inside of her. Hermione held her breath as she felt the head of his cock enter her. Merlin, it was nothing like having her fingers inside of her. Draco’s cock felt incredibly warm and thick inside of her.

Draco pushed his cock in inch by inch but he stopped as Hermione hissed in discomfort. He gave her a puzzled look before realization crossed his face. “Oh,” he muttered. “I mean, I wasn’t sure . . . but I didn’t realize that you were a virgin.”

“Are you?” Hermione asked him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Draco gave her a careful look. “No, I’m not.” He paused. “Does that bother you?”

In some small part of her, it did. Hermione wanted Draco to be hers and hers alone. The thought of him sleeping with another woman wasn’t something she wanted in her mind. But in that moment, that feeling was overridden by her feelings towards Draco. Hermione didn’t know if she loved him, at least not yet. But she did really like him. He had been a surprise in her life in the most wonderful of ways.

All that truly mattered was the fact that he was with her right now. She wanted him, and he wanted him.

Hermione shook her head. “Just go slow for a minute. Let me get used to it.”

Draco nodded his head and continued to move at a very slow pace. It took a minute before he was fully inside of Hermione. Once he was, he waited there as Hermione grimaced at the unusual feeling.

It felt so strange, Hermione reflected. He was so much bigger than she had expected. Her body stretched around him and, as she relaxed, it started to feel much better. “Kiss me,” Hermione told Draco.

Draco smiled at her and leaned down to give her a kiss. His lips parted as they met hers. A moan escaped Hermione’s mouth as his body shifted and his pelvis brushed against her clit. Draco chuckled into the kiss. Hermione’s hands freely roamed Draco’s back, enjoying the feeling of his muscles.

With each passing second, everything grew better. Hermione could feel her nervousness withering away as Draco kissed her and showed her how much he wanted her. She could feel his cock twitching inside of herself, begging to fuck her. Each small movement sent another spark of pleasure throughout her body.

They broke apart from their kiss, panting. “I’m ready,” Hermione said breathlessly.

“I’ll start slow,” Draco promised.

Slowly, Draco pulled his hips back. As his cock slid out of her pussy, Hermione’s pussy instinctively tried to clamp on to it. She forced her body to try to relax to the new sensations. Eventually, Draco managed to just have the head of his cock inside of her. Hermione watched as his cock slowly disappeared inside of her body, leaving her with a wonderful full feeling.

True to his word, Draco helped to ease Hermione into things. He took his time with her, kissing her lips and neck as he slowly thrust in and out of her. Hermione quickly started to feel much more comfortable as she stopped worrying so much. Draco’s mouth, hands, and cock kept sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body, and Hermione started to moan more and more.

One of Hermione’s hands instinctively slid down to her clit. Just as her fingers brushed across the sensitive flesh, Draco pulled her hand away. “Let me take care of that for you,” he breathed in her ear.

Hermione met Draco’s eyes as he repositioned himself slightly so that he could balance himself with just one hand. As he kissed her lips, Draco’s fingers brushed across Hermione’s clit. The brunette tightened up under his touch, her walls latching on to his cock. Draco let out a surprised groan into Hermione’s mouth and his hips bucked forward instinctively.

“You feel incredible,” Draco told Hermione as he struggled to control his hips.

Hermione moaned as his fingers gently played with her clit, making her legs twitch from the pleasure. Draco’s cock felt amazing inside of her. It felt so hot inside of her pussy, giving an incredibly comforting feeling as though it was meant to be there. The way his cock stretched her was completely satisfying. Every time Draco’s hips met hers and he was buried deep inside of her, Hermione just felt like everything was right.

No wonder Tracey’s so crazy for Harry, Hermione thought to herself. Sex was even more incredible than she had imagined.

Draco pulled away from kissing Hermione. Hermione’s eyes fluttered open. Draco had an incredible look of pleasure on his face as his cock slid in and out of her. Hermione grinned to herself. She was doing this to him. She was making him feel just as wonderful as she felt.

As time went on, Draco slowly sped up. After several minutes of a very slow pace, Draco was starting to reach a more normal pace. He couldn’t help himself. Hermione just felt too damn good wrapped around his cock. Hermione’s hands gripped Draco’s back tightly as he started to lose himself.

“Fuck,” Hermione peeped out as his cock his a wonderful spot inside of her. She let out a long, throaty groan as she interlocked her ankles behind Draco’s butt. She wanted him to stay inside her forever.

Draco chuckled as Hermione’s body twisted beneath him. He was doing his best to hold off his impending orgasm, but this beautiful witch was making it ever so difficult. “I’m getting close,” Draco whispered in her ear. Hermione only tightened her grip on him.

“You can do it inside,” she replied breathlessly. “I’m on the charm.”

Draco nodded and went back to focusing on what he was doing. He wanted Hermione to cum before he did. He went back to playing gently with her clit, knowing that too much force would just ruin the pleasure for her. He slowed his thrusts down slightly, begging his body to let him hold on.

Hermione let her head fall back as tingles shot up and down her body from Draco’s actions. Her body felt like putty. The pleasure was starting to make it difficult for her to keep holding on to Draco. She let out a moan as Draco took the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck exactly where she liked to be kissed. She trembled slightly beneath him.

Hermione’s breathing deepened as Draco’s cock filled her again. The combined pleasure from the way his cock filled her, how his fingers played with her clit, and the kisses he was giving her were making her lose her mind in a haze of lust.

It was like a dam burst inside of her when Hermione felt her orgasm hit. A massive wave of pleasure shot out through her body, making all of her limbs constrict around Draco. She forced his hips forward, keeping his cock deep inside of her, and trapped his hand in between their two bodies as his fingers kept rubbing her clit. Hermione’s back arched, shoving her bra-clad chest up against him. Hermione let out a silent cry as her orgasm took over her mind.

Draco fought to hold on. Not only were Hermione’s legs keeping him in place, but her pussy was practically trying to suffocate his cock. The constant tightening and relaxing of her walls as her orgasm ripped through her brought him right up to the edge. Just as Hermione’s orgasm neared its end, Draco managed to force his hips back slightly only to slam himself back inside of Hermione.

With her warm walls surrounding him, Draco came. His eyes twitched and he was forced to shut his eyelids from the pleasure as Hermione’s pussy milked his cock. Her own orgasm helped to facilitate Draco cumming inside of her, sending out several bursts of cum.

Feeling Draco cum inside of her was incredible, Hermione decided. She greedily forced her lips on his, kissing him wildly as both of their chests heaved. Draco’s arm crumpled under his weight and he ended up lying directly on top of Hermione as they both rode out their orgasms.

After several moments, both of their minds cleared from their orgasms. Draco made to get up off of Hermione but she only wrapped her arms more tightly around his back. He smirked at her, even though he was too close for her to see it.

As Hermione fought to catch her breath, she felt Draco scoop both of his arms underneath her. Doing his best to move her gently, Draco slowly rolled them over so that Hermione was resting on his chest. Her long brown hair was splayed across him.

Hermione took one of Draco’s hands in hers and interlocked their fingers as his softening cock slipped out of her. Soon after, she could feel his cum start to dribble out of her.

Letting out a content sigh, Hermione let herself relax on Draco’s chest. He absentmindedly started to run his hand through her hair as she felt her eyes closed.

Everything was perfect.

Chapter 12

“Hey, Daphne! Wait!”

Harry and Daphne both slowed their walk down the Hogwarts corridor and turned around to face the voice. A younger girl with long dark hair was sprinting down the corridor right at them, clearly out of breath. Instantly, Daphne froze up beside Harry. He gave her a concerned look but her eyes were solely focused on the girl that had stopped right in front of them.

“Astoria,” Daphne said evenly as the younger girl dropped her hands to her knees, fighting to catch her breath.

Astoria, that was Daphne’s sister, Harry remembered. He did his best not to offer an outward reaction but he didn’t expect this to be a pleasant conversation. He had never met the girl before, but both Tracey and Daphne had told him that Astoria hadn’t taken the news of Daphne becoming an attendant well. Apparently Astoria did her best to ignore her older sister, or just simply called her hurtful things and left.

It was obvious from Daphne’s reaction to seeing her sister that she wasn’t exactly pleased. She was walling herself off again, trying to prevent any pain from showing on her face.

Astoria, still panting, managed to look up. “Can I talk to you? In private?” She added, shooting a quick glance in Harry’s direction.

Daphne didn’t hesitate. “Whatever you want to say to me you can say in front of my master.”

If this wasn’t such a serious situation, Harry would have laughed at Daphne’s words. Never in a million years could he imagine Daphne referring to someone as her master, it just wasn’t in her character. It was clear that she only used that term for Astoria’s sake, if the pinched look on Astoria’s face was anything to go by. Daphne saw that Harry was trying to hold back a smirk and she gave him a serious glare.

Astoria still seemed hesitant to say anything. Her eyes flickered over to Harry for a brief moment before they returned to Daphne. Suddenly, the younger girl pounced on Daphne, wrapping her arms tightly around her older sister.

Now Harry couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the look of pure surprise on Daphne’s face. As much as the blond woman tried to give Harry a disapproving look, she couldn’t help but melt into the hug her sister was giving her. “I’m sorry,” Astoria muttered against Daphne’s robes. “I am such a prat.”

“You are,” Daphne commented lightly.

“I shouldn’t have ever said those horrible things to you,” Astoria continued as she nuzzled against her sister’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have.”

Astoria nodded. “But I just wanted you to know that I am truly sorry. I never meant for things to get this bad between us.”

Daphne bit her tongue gently, contemplating how to respond. “Why did it get so bad?” She asked Astoria gently.

“I don’t know,” Astoria shook her head. “You just . . . you left us during the summer, and then you joined the attendants program. You’re too smart and talented to be in it.”

“There are plenty of smart and talented witches and wizards who choose to become attendants,” Daphne chastised her sister lightly. “Many people have very different reasons for becoming attendants.”

“I just never thought that you’d want to basically be a sex slave,” Astoria blurted out.

Daphne chuckled. “I’m not.”

Astoria blushed. “I know that now,” she emphasized. “Tracey told me a while ago about the deal she made with Harry.”

Harry shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Did Tracey also say that she very much wanted to be my attendant.”

Astoria glanced over at Harry. “Yes,” she replied curtly before returning her attention to her older sister. “Mum helped me understand some things. Father has been . . . misrepresenting the situation.”

“I can imagine,” Daphne rolled her eyes. “And what do you think about it now?”

“Well,” Astoria said carefully, “as long as Potter isn’t doing anything to you that’s unbefitting a witch of your station, then I have no problems with it.”

“And what if I did do something ‘unbefitting’?” Daphne questioned Astoria.

Astoria rounded on Harry. “What are you trying to make her do?” She shouted at Harry, whipping out her wand and prodding his belly with it.

Harry almost took a step back from the little firecracker when Daphne started to laugh. She was looking at him. Specifically, she was looking at what he imagined was the terrified expression that crossed his face when Astoria confronted him. Astoria paused when she heard her sister laughing.

Harry swore that he could see the faint gleams of tears in Daphne’s eyes when she hugged Astoria again. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much,” Daphne laughed again.

Astoria seemed stuck in between hugging her sister back and continuing to stare Harry down. With a small smile coming on his own face, Harry held up his hands in mock surrender. With a final look towards him, Astoria leaned into Daphne’s embrace. “I missed you too,” Astoria muttered back to Daphne.

Daphne grinned at Harry. “Don’t worry,” she said to Astoria. “I won’t do anything to embarrass the family name that's worse than anything father has done.”

Astoria snorted. “That’s not exactly a high bar. Mother is furious with him for dragging this into the public’s eye. It was bad enough when you signed up to become an attendant. A few other old families started loosening their ties with father and his business. Once he brought this up with the DMLE, it leaked pretty quick and made the situation so much worse.”

“Really?” Daphne raised an eyebrow.

Astoria hummed in agreement. “Obviously your decision hurt our family’s businesses. Not all of the old families look fondly on those who become attendants, you know.”

“It seemed like less and less of a problem with each passing year,” Daphne bit her lip. “I never wanted to cause us any trouble.”

“It’s not like we couldn’t afford to take the hit. It was only a handful of families that stirred up a fuss. Most didn’t care,” Astoria told Daphne. “I think that father was more worried about the potential damage to our reputation and name, but his actions only made things worse.”

Harry gently interjected. “We need to get going if we’re going to get to the Ministry on time for the preliminary hearing.”

“Oh, right!” Astoria jumped. “Mum wanted to tell me to tell you that she is going to try to help you out,” she told Daphne.

“By doing what?” Daphne asked.

“She didn’t want to say over a letter, just in case,” Astoria muttered darkly. “But she seemed confident that there was something she’d be able to do to help you. It may take some time though.”

“We don’t exactly have that much time,” Daphne replied. “The actual trial will probably take place within just a few weeks.”

Astoria glanced to the side nervously. “I know. I’ll remind her of that. Mum also wanted me to tell you not to write to her for now. Ever since she and father started fighting, he’s been keeping a close eye on her and her mail. We think he suspects that she’s up to something.”

Harry saw Daphne hesitate. “Just tell her to be safe.”

“I will,” Astoria nodded. “Good luck today.”

Astoria gave her sister one last hug and took off back down the hall.

“It was nice to meet you too!” Harry called out after her.

Daphne chuckled at him. “Professor Potter and Tracey are probably already waiting for us,” she said. “Let’s get going.”

Harry and Daphne found Lily and Tracey in the Entrance Hall waiting for them. Harry smiled brightly at the two most important women in his life. Lily had taken his words to heart and had invited Tracey to spend some time with her. In fact, that was what they had been doing since early this morning.

Tracey gave Harry a chaste kiss on the cheek when he neared them. “All ready?” She asked him quietly.

“I am,” Harry nodded back at her. Tracey smiled at him and then walked past to go see Daphne.

Lily stepped in front of Harry and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Everything will work out just fine.”

“Really, mum,” Harry said with an amused look, “I believe it will too. No matter what Cyrus Greengrass tries to pull, I’m sure that we’ll be able to handle it.”

“Just remember, this is just the preliminary hearing,” Lily reminded Harry. “We’re just going to be going over the argument that Lord Greengrass put forward with a few members of the DMLE. Then, we’ll explain our own side. We won’t be going in front of the Wizengamot unless this actually goes forward to a trial.”

“I know,” Harry assured her. His parents had helped prepare him and Daphne over the past couple of weeks since they first got the letter informing them of the preliminary hearing. They had collected as much evidence as possible, as well as all of the relevant documentation, to help back up their claims. Everything should go smoothly today.

Lily gave Harry a gentle smile. “We should get going. The Headmaster opened up a special floo access for us here.”

Together, Harry, Daphne, Tracey, and Lily all stepped into the fireplace. “The Ministry of Magic Atrium!” Lily called out in a firm but clear voice as she dropped a handful of floo powder. In an instant, the group was whisked away.

The fireplace at the Ministry spat them out quickly when they arrived. Lily helped to steady Harry, knowing how much the floo network seemed to hate him. Harry gave her a thankful smile as his mother stopped him from falling flat on his face.

James was waiting for the group just outside of the floo arrival area. He was dressed in his Auror robes despite having requested the day off of work. “They’re all ready for you in the DMLE,” James told the group as they approached him.

Harry nodded to his father and glanced over at Daphne. She was stone-faced again, but Tracey was staying right by her side. Harry was glad to see how supportive Tracey was being for Daphne. It made his heart swell with pride. Tracey noticed him looking over at them and she shot him a gentle smile.

James led the group through the Ministry to the DMLE on level 2. “The Wizengamot Administration Services are just through the Auror Office,” James told them as they stepped out of the elevator and onto level 2. “The preliminary hearing will be held there.”

It was fascinating to walk between the many cubicles which filled the Auror Office. Everywhere that Harry looked he saw pictures of dark witches and wizards who were wanted or who had been captured. Aurors greeted James warmly as they walked by. A few even stopped to greet the rest of the group. Harry had met quite a few of them over the years at different Ministry events and at parties.

Suddenly, Harry was tackled from the side. He tried to twist his body to face whoever tackled him but the grip around him was too strong. Harry found his feet lifting up off the ground as he was swung around.

“Harry!” Sirius Black roared with laughter as he spun around in a circle and hugged Harry. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

“Put me down, Sirius,” Harry laughed back. Several nearby aurors were chuckling at the interaction.

Sirius dropped Harry with a grin. “So, how’s Hogwarts been this year?” He asked Harry while wiggling his eyebrows. He slung an arm around Harry’s shoulders and pulled him in close. “I can only imagine what my life would have been like if attendants were around back then.”

Harry snorted. “Hogwarts would have never been the same.”

“Damn right,” Sirius laughed. “Filch would have been working around the clock to clean up the messes I’d have made.”

“Sirius!” Lily glared at him. “Really?”

“It would have been the same for you and James,” Sirius pointed out. “Merlin, it must be like living in a dream.”

“It’s not half-bad,” Harry joked.

Sirius slapped Harry’s back. “During the holidays, we’re going out for a drink! We need to celebrate my godson becoming a man.”

As much as Harry wanted to roll his eyes at his godfather’s antics, he couldn’t help but grin back at Sirius. Sirius always seemed to make everything so lively. Still, he managed to slip out under Sirius’s grip and he stepped over towards Tracey and Daphne who were watching the interaction with a fair amount of amusement.

“Sirius, this is Tracey Davis,” Harry introduced.

At least Sirius had the decency to slip into a slightly more professional mask when meeting Tracey. “Ms. Davis,” Sirius bowed slightly at the waist and kissed the back of her offered hand. “My thanks for looking after my dear godson over the past few months.”

Tracey’s lips twitched up into a smile. “It’s been my pleasure, Mr. Black.”

“I’m sure it has been-” Sirius’s comment was cut off by Lily jabbing him in the side. “Oi! James, help a mate out here would you?” James only laughed at Sirius’s predicament.

Harry was glad to see that both Tracey and Daphne seemed to not be put off from his godfather’s behaviour. His high energy certainly could be an acquired taste for some. “And this is Daphne Greengrass,” Harry said, gesturing over to Daphne.

“Ms. Greengrass,” Sirius repeated his greeting as he kissed Daphne’s hand. His eyes kept glancing over at Lily who was watching the interaction very carefully in case Sirius made any more jokes. “I certainly hope this case goes in your favour. My godson could do with a couple of brilliant witches by his side.”

Daphne and Harry awkwardly met each other’s gaze. Apparently Sirius hadn’t gotten the memo that they weren’t involved like that. Even after Tracey had told him that Daphne might be interested in joining them from time to time, nothing had come of it yet. It was a slightly awkward topic that was never really spoken about.

“We should get going,” James interjected. “The hearing is going to start soon.”

Sirius nodded his head. “That’s actually why I came over. I’m one of the two guards.”

“Guards?” Lily repeated in surprise. “Why do they need auror guards for a preliminary hearing?”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Normally they wouldn’t need any for something like this. The order just came in ten minutes ago.”

James and Sirius seemed to have an unspoken conversation as their eyes met. Eventually, James reluctantly nodded. “Alright.”

Together, the group finally passed through the Auror Office and reached the Wizengamot Administrative Services. Another robed auror was standing at the door to a room. Sirius nodded at the man and the man nodded back. He pulled open the door for the group.

Cyrus Greengrass was sitting at the far side of a long table. He was speaking with another wizard but they both paused their conversation when the door opened. He smiled thinly at the group.

“What is he doing here?” Lily rounded on the other auror guard. “These hearings are meant to be done privately.”

The wizard who had been speaking with Cyrus stood up. “Mrs. Potter, my name is Judge Sean Hayes. I am the one overseeing this case. Given the circumstances of this case, I asked Lord Greengrass to attend this preliminary hearing today.”

“And why would you do that?” James spoke up.

“I did so, Lord Potter, because I believe that this case can be resolved before we need to go to a public trial,” Hayes explained. “Lord Greengrass wished to discuss a potential compromise today.”

Harry snorted loudly. “I don’t think a compromise is what Lord Greengrass wants.”

“It isn’t,” Cyrus said curtly. “But it is an option I am willing to consider.”

Hayes gestured to the seats in front of him. Harry marched over and took the seat closest to the two men. Lily and James both sat on either end of the table with Daphne and Tracey beside them as far away from Cyrus as possible. Despite the defensive behaviour, Daphne didn’t look like she needed any of it. She was staring determinedly across the table towards her father who was staring back at her with an eerily reminiscent blank stare.

Hayes sat back down as well and cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Lord Greengrass, perhaps you could bring up the terms of your proposal?”

Cyrus nodded to the man before turning his gaze over towards Harry. “Mr. Potter, my compromise is thus: Daphne’s contact with you shall be declared null and void by all parties. It will be chalked up to a clerical error. You, of course, will be compensated five-hundred thousand galleons for your time and expenses in this matter.”

“This is practically what you offered me when we last spoke,” Harry frowned at the man.

Cyrus inclined his head in agreement. “It is, however, there is another consolation I am willing to offer.” This time, Cyrus moved his gaze towards his daughter. Daphne stared right back at the man who had caused her so much pain. “I will dissolve the marriage contract between Daphne and Mr. Lundgren and sign a magical contract stating that I will not place Daphne under another marriage contract unless she explicitly wishes it.”

There was a moment of pure silence in the room as everyone took in Cyrus’s words. Daphne’s eyes widened in surprise. None of them had expected anything like this.

“What’s the catch?” Tracey suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked over at her before looking back at Cyrus.

Cyrus seemed annoyed at the comment but he quickly schooled his features back into a blank stare. “The catch,” he subtly mocked Tracey, “is that there will be a provision to the contract which states that Daphne is required to marry into a pureblood family through a marriage contract by the time she is thirty years old. If she fails to do so, then I will create a new marriage contract for her which she will have to accept.”

“Absolutely not,” Lily slammed her hands down on the table. “Judge Hayes, this is ridiculous. We came here for a preliminary hearing, not for Lord Greengrass to try to get Daphne back under his control.”

“Lily,” James said slowly, placing a hand on her hand. Lily looked across the table at her husband and James subtly gestured to the side.

Daphne was staring down at the table deep in thought. Tracey was looking at her with a worried expression on her face. She tried to reach out to touch Daphne’s arm but Daphne gently pulled away.

“Daphne?” Harry said aloud.

The blond-haired woman didn’t look up from the table. “Maybe I should . . .”

“No!” Tracey exclaimed. Daphne was finally shaken from her reverie as she looked up at her best friend. “You don’t need to do anything that he wants. What’s important is what you want to do.”

“Tracey’s right,” Harry nodded.

“Perhaps you should allow Daphne to decide for herself,” Cyrus said sternly. “She is smart enough to understand the pros and cons of this situation.”

Everyone in the room stilled as all eyes focused on Daphne. The blond haired woman had her hands clasped in her lap, contemplating what she should do. Harry wanted so much to reassure Daphne that he and his family were willing to try to help her. But he knew that from her perspective, she was asking a lot of them.

This offer was incredibly tempting. Harry could see the obvious appeal. So long as Daphne found someone to marry, per the parameters her father established, then she wouldn’t be forced into anything. However, regardless of how free it seemed, it was still far more restrictive than it had any right to be.

Daphne had managed to escape from her father’s clutches before an official marriage contract had been signed. She was technically under Harry’s control now, but he knew that he had made it clear that he would never ask her to do anything for him and that he would free her as soon as possible. Hopefully, she trusted him enough now to know that he was completely truthful when he promised that.

Cyrus’ deal was nothing more than his way of regaining some level of control over Daphne’s family. Harry knew it was the way of many of the old pureblood families to marry off their children for political or economic gain. It was an old practice which had slowly fallen out of favour over the past hundred years, but it was common enough to still be relevant today. As much as Harry abhorred the idea of forcing two people together, he couldn’t help but admit that it had worked out well for him and Tracey. Maybe Daphne could find the same type of love too with someone else.

“I’d like some time to think about it,” Daphne finally said quietly. Tracey looked at her friend with pleading eyes but Daphne ignored her.

“The court case will still have to move ahead, I’m afraid, until you actually sign an agreement,” Hayes pointed out. “As of right now, the case is set to be heard before the Wizengamot in exactly two weeks' time.”

“I’ll have an answer by then,” Daphne assured the judge.

Hayes nodded his head. “Just send me a letter with your decision then. Of course, we will require Mr. Potter’s agreement as well since he is the defendant in this case.”

“I’ll support whatever Daphne choses,” Harry said, biting his cheek. As much as he wanted to say that he would refuse outright, he wanted to leave the choice with Daphne. It was the least he could do to offer her some measure of freedom.

Clearing his throat, Hayes turned to Cyrus. “I will owl you an update when I hear back from Ms. Greengrass. However, since no agreement is being made today, I’ll need you to leave so that I can conduct the preliminary hearing with Mr. Potter and Ms. Greengrass.”

“Of course,” Cyrus replied, getting to his feet. He slowly walked around the table, ignoring the glares on him from the Potter family and Tracey. Cyrus stopped right behind Daphne. He just stood there for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. With a gesture towards the door, Sirius opened it up for Cyrus. “I hope to hear from you soon, daughter,” he murmured as he walked out of the room.

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“I’m exhausted,” Harry sighed as he, Tracey, and Daphne stepped into his room.

“Me too,” Daphne sighed quietly, plopping down on her usual spot on the couch. She shed her outer robes, leaving her in the typical skirt and button-up shirt.

“Well at least we can relax for another two weeks before the Wizengamot session,” Tracey noted. She helped Harry take off his outer robes and undid his tie, folding them up neatly with her wand.

Harry let out a tired sigh and sat down on the edge of his bed. He stretched out his neck, trying to loosen the stress he was feeling. Cyrus was a truly awful man. That entire show at the Ministry had been designed to try to throw Daphne off. It was a very awkward and painful situation and none of them seemed ready to talk about it yet.

Tracey sat down beside Harry and rubbed his shoulders. Harry relaxed under her touch. “Just think, once this is all over, it’ll nearly be December,” Tracey told him quietly. “Then it’ll be Christmas.”

“Our first Christmas together,” Harry added. Tracey beamed at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I don’t know if either of you have plans over the Holidays, but you’d both be more than welcome at my house,” Harry told Tracey and Daphne.

Tracey smiled at him and Daphne looked over from her seat. The two friends met each other’s gaze and an unspoken conversation passed between them. “We’d definitely love to visit, Harry,” Daphne said a moment later.

Tracey hummed in agreement. “It’d be nice if you met my mum and dad over the holidays too. We could stay at your house for a few days and then mine after.”

Harry nodded absentmindedly. He gave Tracey a cautious look. “You know, I can’t remember if you ever told me if your parents were okay with you becoming an attendant.”

“They weren’t thrilled at first,” Tracey admitted.

Daphne snorted loudly from the couch. “That’s an understatement.”

“But they know that I ended up being assigned to the most wonderful man in the world, so they’re okay with it now,” Tracey smiled, leaning against Harry. Harry chuckled at her comment and wrapped an arm around Tracey.

A moment of silence passed before Daphne flicked her wand. Some music started playing in the room from the wireless set. Daphne took the opportunity to lay down on the couch and stretch out her limbs. She wiggled her stocking-clad toes, smiling up at Tracey and Harry. “You two are very cute together,” she commented. She let her eyes gently closed as she hummed along to the music.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so relaxed,” Harry chuckled quietly to Tracey as they both looked at Daphne.

Tracey smiled at him. “She’s usually like this in private.”

“I could use some relaxation too,” Harry grinned. “Do you think you could spend the night here tonight?”

“Of course I can, I spend most nights here anyway,” Tracey laughed quietly. “But why wait until tonight?”

Before Harry could respond, Tracey slid off the bed and onto the floor. Her hands reached Harry’s waistband but he caught her wrists. “What about Daphne?” He said, gesturing over to her. She still had her eyes closed, but she was obviously awake.

“It’s not like she hasn’t seen us do more before,” Tracey replied. “Besides, I told you about the talk I had with Daphne a few weeks ago, right?”

Harry blushed lightly and nodded. “You did.”

“She’s fine if we get up to stuff like this while she’s around. Just relax,” Tracey assured him as she unzipped his trousers. She reached her hand in, pulling out his flaccid member.

Harry saw Tracey’s eyes light up with that spark she always had whenever she started to get horny. She noticed him staring at her so she grinned back up at him. Tracey gently gave his cock a couple of pumps to start waking it up before she took the entire thing in her mouth.

Harry let out a low sigh as he felt his cock start to engorge in Tracey’s mouth. She had to open her mouth wider and wider to accommodate his growth. Tracey’s tongue swirled wildly around his cock as she made it stiffen. Finally, he was fully erect just as Tracey pulled back for air.

As soon as her plump lips touched the head of his cock, Harry let his head roll back as he also leaned back. Tracey bobbed down on his cock, knowing just how he liked her to suck him. She maintained a tight seal as she sucked, stroking his shaft with one hand. Her tongue continued to work its magic, especially on the sensitive underside of his head.

Harry reached out with one hand to brush his fingers through Tracey’s soft brown hair. She stared up at him with loving eyes as she worked his shaft. She brought one hand up to gently play with his balls through the fabric of his trousers.

As Harry’s hand trailed down Tracey’s hair, he stopped off at her shoulders. He hunched forward slightly so that he could reach far enough to slip his hand down Tracey’s shirt. His fingers drifted across the delicate skin. His hand slipped lower and, to his surprise, he found that Tracey wasn’t wearing a bra.

She smiled up at his questioning look while he palmed one of her breasts. “I figured we’d be getting to it soon enough after we got back,” she told him before going back to sucking his cock.

“Brave are we?” Harry chuckled quietly. “Can you imagine what would have happened if someone happened to notice that.”

Tracey moaned and popped her lips loudly off of his cock. “Absolutely nothing,” she told him. “I’m your attendant. You could have fucked me right in the middle of the Atrium and no one would have stopped us. A few people may have even stopped to watch.”

Tracey giggled around his cock as Harry shivered. More and more he and Tracey were learning the joys of exhibitionism. It was always great to fuck in class or in the corridors and to spot someone watching them, wishing that they were the ones fucking or being fucked.

“That’s not the only thing I’m not wearing,” Tracey teased him as she kissed his pelvis, letting Harry’s cock rest up against the side of her face. Harry’s cock twitched at the thought, brushing through Tracey’s soft brown hair.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned at Tracey’s comment. As much as he loved her mouth, he just needed to get a peak beneath her skirt.

Gently pushing Tracey back, Harry got to his feet and helped Tracey up to hers. She kissed Harry as he unbuttoned her shirt before pushing it off of her shoulders. Her beautiful breasts greeted him and Tracey wasted no time in showing them off by pressing them against his chest.

Harry picked Tracey up by wrapping his arms around her. He sat her down on top of the bed as he dropped to his knees. Harry gave Tracey a cheeky wink before he ducked beneath her charcoal-grey skirt.

Spreading Tracey’s thighs apart, Harry was just able to make out her glistening pussy in the dim lighting inside of her skirt. Tracey scooted forward right to the edge of the bed and laid back as she rested her thighs on top of Harry’s shoulders.

Tracey’s pink lips were already engorged with arousal when Harry brought his mouth up to them. Harry stuck out his tongue first, giving her slit a long lick from bottom to top. A light strand of her juices caught his tongue, stretching away from her pussy as Harry pulled his head back slightly. Harry loved the slightly sweet and musky scent that surrounded Tracey’s pussy.

Harry kissed the inside of Tracey’s thigh, enjoying the sensation of her muscle contracting in surprise and then pleasure. Tracey loved being kissed all over her body, and Harry had spent a lot of time learning her weak points. He made sure to let his hot breath breeze across her pussy as he moved over to kiss her other thigh.

From the tensing of her thigh muscles, Harry knew that Tracey wanted him to go back to her pussy. As much as he would like to drag this out, he needed some stress relief too. When he dragged his tongue back up her slit, he continued upwards until he reached her clit. “Oh, Merlin,” Tracey moaned out on the bed, gripping the sheets in one hand as Harry’s tongue swirled around her clit.

The taste of Tracey’s juices was intoxicating. As Harry dipped his tongue inside of her pussy, he could feel himself getting more and more turned on. His cock was still hard and it was pressed against the side of the bed. When Tracey moaned from the pleasure she was receiving from his tongue, he couldn’t help but pressed his cock more firmly against the side of the bed. He wanted to be in her so badly.

Harry brought one of his hands up to Tracey’s pussy. Slowly, he pressed his middle finger inside of her as he licked her clit. Tracey squirmed on the bed and let out a low moan as Harry’s finger started to rub along her inner walls. He began to move his finger in and out, paying close attention to her g-spot, while he licked her.

Tracey’s moans were starting to get louder now. Harry worried about disturbing Daphne but his mind fell back to what Tracey had told him a few weeks ago. Tracey had explained to him that he was fine with Daphne fucking him. Truthfully, Harry hadn’t been able to resist a few peeks at Daphne’s cleavage or her impressive figure. He didn’t love Daphne like he did Tracey, but he would be a fool to not recognize that she was one of the most gorgeous women that he had ever met. Even Tracey had admitted that she would love to play with Daphne again.

Even if they weren’t at that stage yet, Tracey assured Harry that Daphne would be fine watching him and Tracey fuck. Tracey seemed confident that Daphne watching them was just as much a turn on for Daphne as being watched was for Harry and Tracey.

Harry’s mind flicked back to the present as he slid a second finger inside of Tracey’s pussy. His tongue continued to lick away at her clit, occasionally venturing down lower to her slit, and he peppered her pussy with kisses. Tracey’s thighs closed in on either side of his head as she squirmed in pleasure.

Tracey’s pussy was dripping with her juices. His fingers were completely coated in them. Her juices were hanging out her lips. Harry smirked to himself, he couldn’t just leave her like that.

Harry slid his fingers out of Tracey. He liked them clean quickly, taking a moment to enjoy Tracey’s flavour, before he started to lap at her pussy with his tongue. Harry collected Tracey’s overflowing juices, relishing in the taste of it.

Tracey’s whole body was shaking as Harry licked her. He opened his lips wide, surrounding her folds, before he started to suck. Tracey let out a gasp as a wave of pleasure overtook her body and mind. “Fuck,” she cried out as Harry maintained his suction.

It only took a few seconds before Tracey came. Harry recognized it right away as her entire body shook and her thighs latched on to his head. Harry forced himself to keep sucking, his nose mushed up against Tracey’s pelvis, as Tracey rode out her orgasm. Her juices dripped steadily into his mouth as Tracey tried to force her pussy against Harry’s mouth.

Tracey eased the pressure on Harry as her orgasm subsided. Harry slowly pulled his head away, leaving a trail of kisses down her thighs as he moved. When Tracey’s skirt fell off of his head, Harry popped up and climbed onto the bed. Tracey grinned lazily up at him. “That was incredible,” she moaned as she palmed one of her luscious breasts.

Harry chuckled. “I’m ready for some relief myself.”

Tracey’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re not the only one.”

Before Harry could ask her what she meant, Tracey leaned up to capture Harry’s lips in a kiss. Her hands clawed at his back, pulling closer on top of her. His hard cock poked Tracey’s thigh. Tracey deftly reached between them and grasped his cock before lining it up perfectly with her soaked pussy.

The feeling of her lips parting for him never got old. As the bulbous head of Harry’s cock pushed inside of Tracey, both of them let out very satisfied moans. The warmth and wetness that surrounded his cock was just divine. Harry was able to slide all the way in easily. Despite her incredible tightness, the overwhelming lubrication made it easy to slide in.

When both of their hips met, Tracey let out a gasp from being filled up completely. “Your cock is so big,” she cooed as she locked her ankles behind Harry’s butt. She urged him on to start fucking her as she went back in for another kiss.

Harry was more than happy to oblige. His hips started moving quickly right away. He needed this release. After a stressful day, nothing was better than getting some relief with Tracey.

Tracey’s pussy fought against Harry as he tried to slide his cock back but her slickness gave him the edge. Harry’s eyes screwed tight in pleasure as Tracey’s luxurious walls pulled him back in, begging him to fill her up. Tracey’s tongue battled with his in his mouth as she kissed him deeply.

With her arms wrapped around the back of Harry’s neck, Tracey controlled the pace of their kissing. Every time she released her tight hold, Harry eased back to let them both catch their breaths. But Tracey didn’t seem like she wanted to take the opportunity to recover. If anything, she only urged him on further.

“Oh fuck yes,” Tracey panted. “Fuck me. Fill me up!” She groaned as Harry thrust his cock deep inside of her. “Yes!”

Harry was really fucking her. He was fucking her fast as she egged him on. Tracey’s lust-filled gaze just made him want to pound into her. The need for release was incredible.

Tracey cried out in pleasure as her back arched. Harry felt her cum around his cock. The tight walls grew even tighter and another rush of fluid surrounded his cock. Tracey’s arms and legs tightened around Harry’s body as she shoved her ample chest up against him. “You feel so fucking good!”

Harry was loving how wild Tracey was getting. She was losing control of herself and getting overwhelmed by pleasure. Once she relaxed from her second orgasm, she gave him a peck on the lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Harry asked quietly as he was finally able to start thrusting back into Tracey after her pussy stopped gripping his cock like a vice.

Tracey moaned in pleasure and grinned up at him. “What can I say, I love an admiring audience.”

Tracey’s hand roughly turned his chin to the side. Harry’s eyes went wide at the scene in front of him. Daphne was still laying on her back on the couch. She was still fully dressed in her Hogwarts uniform. The only big difference that Harry noticed was the look on her face. Her normal pale skin was tinged with red and she was breathing quite heavily. That was when Harry noticed that one of Daphne’s hands was jammed under the banded waist of her skirt.

Daphne had the perfect angle to watch Harry and Tracey fuck. She had a perfect side view of everything that was going on. With Tracey’s legs wrapped around Harry’s waist, she was able to watch Harry’s cock thrust into Tracey’s pussy.

Harry’s cock twitched inside of Tracey when he made eye contact with Daphne. Daphne blushed and glanced away for a moment before her eyes returned. “Keep going,” Tracey whispered to him, rolling her hips up against him. The movement made Harry groan and he couldn’t help but buck his hips.

Tracey kissed Harry as he finally started to fuck her again. Tracey kept his focus on her as his cock pumped in and out of her. She moaned into his mouth as his body pressed against hers.

It felt like Harry’s cock was growing even harder inside of Tracey as he fucked her. Despite the fact that plenty of people had peaked at or watched them fuck before, Daphne had never seemed particularly interested in what was going on. Most of the time she just ignored them or occasionally carried on a conversation. Harry had never seen her touch herself before, let alone to anything he and Tracey had done.

A soft moan escaped from Daphne’s lips as her hand moved quickly underneath her skirt. Harry broke away from the kiss and groaned as his cock bottomed out inside of Tracey again. Tracey grinned up at him and looked off to the side towards Daphne. Harry looked over too.

Daphne had her eyes screwed tight shut and her mouth was open in a silent scream as her legs shook. She yanked her legs back for an instant as she came. Harry and Tracey were treated to a beautiful sight for an instant. Daphne’s pussy, quivering under the pleasure that coursed through her body, was in perfect view. Her visible pink lips were slick with her wetness. Her hand, which she had been using to pleasure herself, was clamped down on her thigh, digging into her creamy skin. Sadly, the view only lasted for a brief second. Daphne’s legs shot out away from her as her back arched off the couch and her skirt covered her back up.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned as he buried his face into Tracey’s neck. Tracey cooed in his ear, petting the back of his head, as hips thrust wildly against her. Seeing Daphne like that had been way hotter than Harry had imagined. His cock ached.

After only a couple of seconds, Harry felt his cum erupt out of his cock and deep into Tracey’s pussy. Tracey’s walls tightened around his cock as she milked him for everything he had. Harry groaned into Tracey’s hair as he slammed his hips against hers and he felt his cum dripping out inside of Tracey.

With a content sigh, Harry let his body relax completely against Tracey’s. Tracey kept her arms and legs wrapped around him, wanting to feel as much of his skin on hers as possible. “I told you she was interested,” Tracey chuckled quietly. “Another couple shows like this and she’ll be all over us.”

Harry pushed himself up so that he could look Tracey in the face. “But what about Cyrus? He doesn’t want her to-”

“Fuck what he wants.”

Harry and Tracey’s heads both shot to the side to see Daphne standing a few feet away from the bed. Her face was flush with her post-orgasmic bliss. Her eyes were roaming Harry and Tracey’s nude forms with unbridled lust. “You’re still fine with going in front of the Wizengamot?” Daphne asked Harry. Harry nodded and Daphne smiled at him. “Good.”

Without warning, Daphne bent over and kissed Harry.

Harry didn’t have a chance to even kiss Daphne back before she slipped her tongue into his mouth. It felt so different to how he kissed Tracey. Daphne was being forceful like Tracey could be at times, but her lips and tongue acted so differently. He could smell a faint hint of Daphne’s floral and woody perfume. Her blond hair brushed along his jawline, tickling his skin.

Without even thinking about it, Harry found himself kissing Daphne back. Her entire presence was suddenly so intoxicating that he couldn’t help but get lost in the kiss. Daphne moaned softly into his mouth when she felt him start to kiss her back.

Far too soon, Daphne pulled away from the kiss. The first thing Harry noticed was the dreamy look on Daphne’s face. He had never seen her look quite like that.

When Daphne leaned back in, Harry thought that she was going to kiss him again. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, but his eyes opened when he heard the soft sounds of kissing coming from beneath him.

Daphne was kissing Tracey, and Tracey was kissing her back. One of Tracey’s arms slipped off of Harry’s shoulder and wrapped itself around the back of Daphne’s neck. The sight of the two women kissing was incredibly erotic to Harry. He couldn’t help but let his chest brush across Tracey’s breasts and his hand to run along the curve of her ass.

Daphne pulled away, panting for breath after kissing both Harry and Tracey. She gently wiped away the saliva that had collected on her lips. “I don’t care about what my father wants,” Daphne told the two of them quietly. “You two were right earlier today. I should do what I want. I’m ready to defend myself in front of the Wizengamot, no matter what tricks my father decides to try.”

Slowly, Daphne walked backwards. She kept her eyes on Harry and Tracey the entire time. When the back of her knees bumped up against the armrest of the couch, Daphne let herself fall back onto it. She squirmed back up the couch to her former position and closed her eyes once again as she gently tapped her knee in time with the music that was playing over the wireless. She had a lazy grin playing across her lips as she let out a sigh.

"Merlin," Harry breathed out.

Tracey giggled quietly and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Trust me, I know exactly what you're feeling right now. Daphne's something special, isn't she?"

Harry could only nod his head. When he glanced back over at Daphne, his cock jumped inside of Tracey's pussy.

"I can't wait to watch you fuck her," Tracey breathed into his ear. Her warm breath sent shivers down his spine. "I want you to make her feel as good as you make me feel."

"I think I can do that," Harry replied as he rolled his hips against her. His cock stirred his cum inside of Tracey. "But first, I think we both have a little bit more stress to work out." Tracey laughed loudly as she flipped herself over on top of Harry. The two kissed as she began to ride his hardened cock. Tracey groaned as Harry's cock filled her up again.

Daphne couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched Tracey and Harry fuck. She was already feeling so wonderful from her orgasm, but the sight of the two of them fucking again sent another roar of lust throughout her body. Almost subconsciously, her hand rubbed up against her slit.

Daphne had half a mind to walk over there right now and ask Harry to fuck her . . . but there would be time for that another day. Daphne let out a low sigh as her fingers slipped inside of her and the palm of her hand brushed across her clit. For now, it was enough just to watch.

Chapter 13

Harry stretched when he stood from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. It was nearly time for class to start. He glanced down at Hermione and Draco who were both casually eating their breakfasts, though Harry wasn’t so blind as to not notice Draco’s hand slipped underneath Hermione’s skirt. His best friend did an admirable job of not reacting to whatever Draco was doing, but the occasional looks she was giving him gave her away.

While he would love to get some action in this morning too, Tracey wasn’t around. She and Daphne had gone to the Slytherin common room earlier this morning to go talk to Daphne’s sister Astoria. Apparently Astoria and her mum were trying to come up with some sort of plan to help out Daphne from the impending court case. The trial was set to take place in front of the Wizengamot in a week.

“C’mon you two,” Harry sighed. “You can go back to whatever it is you’re doing when we’re in class.”

Hermione pointedly avoided meeting his gaze but Draco only smirked back at Harry. When he took his hand away from Hermione, he not-so-discreetly licked his fingers clean. Harry only rolled his eyes at the display.

It was a hectic time at Hogwarts. They were nearing the end of the first semester and that meant that everyone was getting started studying for their upcoming exams and assignments that would be due soon. Naturally, this meant that students everywhere were stressed out.

Despite the fact that the law allowing public sex was currently only connected to those who had attendants, that didn’t stop those without attendants from partaking in the fun. The professors tended to keep a blind eye towards such matters, so long as the students were of age. This effectively meant that all of the sixth and seventh year students, and some fifth years, were more than free to partake in sexual escapades all over Hogwarts.

Plenty of people were getting their early morning fill. As Harry, Hermione, and Draco walked through the halls of Hogwarts, they passed by well over a dozen couples fucking. Everyone seemed to be urgently fighting to get some release before classes began for the day.

Harry could feel himself growing more and more aroused as they neared the Charms classroom. It was one of his favourite classes, and not just because of the subject matter. The tiered seating in the room gave him and his friends a perfect vantage point to watch whenever anyone else decided to fuck during class. It also gave them a relative amount of privacy which made it feel like they were fucking sneakily in the classroom. Harry loved the thrill of it.

“Harry!”

A voice called out from behind him and Harry saw Dean running up towards him. Harry’s eyes widened mildly when he saw Megan Jones, Dean’s attendant, running naked behind him. That certainly was bold. Technically it was not against the rules for an attendant to be nude all the time, but it certainly went against the customs. Every year a few students had their attendants be naked all day for a couple of days, but it was usually toned down right after.

“We’ll see you inside, Harry,” Hermione told him as she urged Draco forward towards the classroom. Harry waved at her and turned his focus back towards Dean.

“Alright, Dean?” Harry replied when Dean neared. He couldn’t help but let his gaze fall across Megan’s jiggling breasts. Though her breasts were much smaller than Tracey’s, they were incredibly perky and looked incredible.

“Yeah, mate. Look,” Dean rubbed at the back of his head. “Do you mind if we sit with you today?”

“Not at all,” Harry frowned. “Why’d you ask?”

A grin came across Dean’s face and his eyes flickered over towards Megan who was standing submissively half a step behind him. Dean leaned in to whisper to Harry. “Megan’s been talking about watching you and Tracey in action sometime. She’s a little jealous that you two get to watch us in Charms but we never get to see you two.”

Harry peered over Dean’s shoulder to find Megan looking a little bashful. When she noticed his gaze, she smiled brightly at him and pushed her chest forward a little. “I don’t think either of us would mind at all,” Harry mentioned. “So long as it's just looking.”

“Of course,” Dean reassured him. Everyone knew that there were strict rules on touching anyone else’s attendant. It was allowed if the master and attendant both agreed, but those instances were very rare in public at least. “To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind getting a peek at Tracey either.”

Harry snorted in amusement. “You do know that we still need to be sure that we’re taking notes, right?”

“I know that,” Dean grinned, “I’m not expecting a big show.”

“Well then I’m down for it. I’m sure Tracey will be too,” Harry told Dean.

Dean clapped Harry on the shoulder. “Fantastic!” He turned around to glance at Megan. “You’ve gotten what you wanted,” he told her.

Megan beamed at Dean. “Thank you, master.”

“Maybe you should thank Harry too,” Dean pointed out.

When Megan’s eyes landed on Harry, he had to suppress a shiver. The way she was looking at him reminded him of how he had seen Tracey look at him before. It was like he was a juicy piece of meat and Megan wanted to dive right in. “Thank you, Harry,” she said in a sultry tone as she dipped her head.

Dean chuckled at Megan’s action. “Lead on to class then.”

Megan hopped in delight, making her small breasts jiggle wonderfully on her chest. Stretching her legs to the max, Megan walked around Dean and Harry and started off towards the classroom. She was putting on a show for Harry and Dean, wiggling her ass in the most delightful ways and moving her hips from side to side to make herself look as enticing as possible.

Dean seemed to relish in Megan’s actions. Apparently her teasing other men was something of a turn-on for him. He kept a grin on his face as he watched Megan walk, occasionally glancing over at Harry to make sure that Harry was watching Megan too.

Harry was keeping a close eye on Megan. Who couldn’t? The way that witch moved her body down the corridor was something to behold. He could feel his cock start to harden slightly in his pants.

When Dean and Harry entered the classroom, they already found Tracey and Daphne waiting in there for them. Hermione and Draco were sat at the end of the bench on the top row. Daphne sat beside Hermione with a gap left in between her and Tracey for Harry to sit. Megan had already rushed up the stairs to sit beside Tracey. She was chatting excitedly with Tracey over something.

As Harry reached the stairs, he noticed Tracey had turned to look down at him. She had a mildly perplexed look on her face.

“Hello, Tracey,” Dean said as he walked past her and sat beside Megan.

“Alright, Dean,” Tracey replied before she turned her attention back towards Harry. “What’s going on?” She whispered to him.

Harry sat down in between Daphne and Tracey and leaned over to whisper in Tracey’s ear. “Dean and Megan wanted to watch us today, and for us to watch them.”

The sparkle in Tracey’s eyes reassured Harry that this was something that she would very much enjoy. She actually straightened up in her seat, pushing her chest out, and put on her best smile. “I had a feeling today was going to be good,” Tracey giggled.

The rest of the class quickly filled the room just before class was set to begin. As usual, Professor Flitwick began his lecture in a cheery tone and went on to describe the new charms they would be working on this week.

Harry did his best to focus on the lecture and take good notes, but he was constantly distracted by Tracey and Megan. Both women looked like they were eager to get the show started. Tracey kept rubbing her thighs together in anticipation while Megan unabashedly began to gently play with her breasts. Megan wasn’t even pretending to take notes, not that attendants were expected to. She was doing exactly what attendants were meant to do: be ready for whatever their master orders.

A sudden sound caught Harry’s attention. He looked over past Daphne to find Draco slipping down under the desk in front of Hermione. Harry raised his eyebrows high as Hermione noticed his gaze. His best friend blushed and shrugged her shoulders. “When did this happen?” Harry whispered over to her.

A small smile played on Hermione’s lips. “A couple of weeks ago,” she whispered back to him. “This is the first time we’re doing anything outside of my room-” Hermione’s voice pitched up as Draco’s head popped up between her thighs. Though Hermione’s skirt was covering Draco’s head and preventing Harry from seeing anything that was actually going on, Draco’s movements and Hermione’s reaction told him all that he needed to know.

Naturally, a few other students with attendants began to get handsy in the classroom. Professor Flitwick carried on with his lecture as though nothing was going on even as some students began to have sex.

The soft moans which began to pop up in the classroom only seemed to excite Tracey and Megan more and more. Both women were now actively trying to get their man’s attention. Tracey had undone the top buttons of her shirt, revealing more and more of her creamy cleavage to Harry. Her skirt was hiked up a little bit more than usual, showing off more of her stocking-clad thighs to Harry.

Apparently Dean couldn’t wait any longer because he made the first move. He roughly grabbed Megan by the hair and pushed her down under the table. With incredible speed and skill, Megan unzipped his trousers and fished out Dean’s cock in a second. Then, she instantly popped the thick member into her mouth and let out a sound of contentment.

Tracey was getting annoyed at the lack of Harry’s proactivity. She undid more buttons on her shirt until her large breasts spilled out from the white material. As had become ever so common, Tracey wasn’t wearing a bra. Dean immediately took notice and looked over at Tracey’s exposed breasts as Megan sucked his cock.

Megan was putting on a show. She was slobbering all over Dean’s cock, making exaggerated sounds and motions to try to appear as enticing as possible. Despite knowing this was just a show for Harry and Tracey, that didn’t stop Harry from getting turned on by it.

When Tracey noticed Harry’s cock growing in her trousers, she grinned at him. “Need a little help with that, master?” She whispered against his ear.

Harry nodded as he scribbled down notes on what Professor Flitwick was discussing. Tracey slid down beneath the table, bumping into Megan, as she positioned herself in front of Harry. Just as quickly as Megan had done, Tracey took Harry’s cock out and surrounded it with her warm and moist mouth.

A soft moan coming from Hermione’s lips distracted Harry for a moment as he struggled to keep his breathing even as Tracey took more and more of his cock into her mouth. He looked over to find Hermione biting the back of her hand as she took down notes. Her skin was flushed and she kept glancing down at Draco who was still in between her thighs.

“Pretty sweet, huh,” Dean nudged Harry. He winked at him and gestured down at the two girls on their knees in front of them.

It was an incredible sight. Both Tracey and Megan were focused on sucking Harry and Dean’s cocks. It was as though they were trying to outdo the other as they both tried to bob their heads faster and faster. Tracey had that glint in her eyes that let Harry know just how turned on she was at the moment.

Suddenly, Dean grabbed Megan’s hair in both of his fists. He started forcing her down onto his cock at his own pace as he stared openly at Tracey sucking Harry’s cock. Tracey noticed Dean’s gaze and winked at him as she suddenly took Harry’s cock all the way into her mouth. Dean let out a moan as he mirrored the action, forcing Megan to take his cock too. She gagged on his cock for a second before she got herself back under control.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned as Tracey lovingly dragged her lips back up Harry’s cock, wiggling her head from side to side as she did so. He tried to make Megan do the same thing but his arms shook too much from the pleasure he was receiving.

Tracey giggled around Harry’s cock before she pulled her lips off and kissed the head. As she left lingering kisses, she gently stroked his shaft. Still, her eyes never left Dean. Harry’s former dormmate never stopped staring at Tracey lustfully. His eyes flickered between Tracey’s and her breasts.

“Mr. Thomas!” Professor Flitwick suddenly called out.

Dean’s head snapped forward. “Yes, Professor?” He squeaked out as Megan suckled on the head of his cock.

Professor Flitwick gave Dean a disapproving stare. “I expect that you should be taking excellent notes for Ms. Jones.”

Dean looked guiltily down at Megan but she didn’t seem to mind one bit as she continued sucking his cock. “Sorry, Professor,” Dean replied as he let go of Megan’s hair and picked back up his quill.

Harry snorted at Dean. Dean gave Harry an annoyed look before he bucked his hips forward and forced his cock back deep into Megan’s mouth. “Shut up,” Dean muttered to Harry.

Harry shook his head and continued writing down what Professor Flitwick was saying. Thankfully, Harry had quickly learned how to continue taking notes even while fucking Tracey in class. Tracey was also able to pace herself nicely. She never did anything extreme when there was something important that Harry needed to copy down. It was a good system the pair had worked out.

An unusual tapping sound caught Harry’s attention. He looked over to the side to find Hermione biting her hand as her heel tapped wildly on the ground. Her legs were clenched around Draco’s head and she was clearly fighting to not lose control in the middle of class. Harry grinned at her but Hermione didn’t even notice him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Hermione groaned out quietly as her legs suddenly shook and her orgasm overtook her. Her mouth opened up into a soundless cry and her head lolled back as she grabbed the back of Draco’s head and forced his mouth to stay latched on to her pussy.

As soon as she regained control of herself, Hermione let go of Draco’s head. He popped out from beneath her skirt with an amused smirk on his lips. “Happy?” He murmured quietly.

“Very,” Hermione nodded with a smile.

As Draco was getting up from his seat, Harry noticed the obvious erection in his trousers. Hermione noticed it too.

“Draco,” she whispered, getting his attention.

Hermione got onto her knees on the long bench and planted her elbows on the table in front of her. She adjusted her parchment and ink so that she could keep writing while her ass was stuck out. Draco gave her a questioning look but Hermione nodded back at him.

With a shrug, Draco unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. He stroked his thick shaft in his hand a couple of times as he stepped behind Hermione. He flipped her skirt up onto her back and pressed the tip of his cock up against Hermione’s soaked pussy. He was easily able to push inside of her, making Hermione gasp audibly. The shy witch put her hand over her mouth to stop any more sounds coming out as a few students from the rows ahead of them chuckled knowingly at the sound they just heard.

Suddenly, Harry’s attention shifted as Tracey dropped her two breasts onto his lap. Tracey grinned up at him as she pressed her breasts up against either side of Harry’s cock. “You weren’t paying enough attention to me,” Tracey cooed. “You were a little too focused on that perky brainiac.”

Harry chuckled quietly at Tracey. Slowly, Tracey started to move her heavy breasts up and down Harry’s cock. Her warm flesh encased him completely, except for when she pushed all the way down. Then, the head of his cock poked out in between her two pillowy mounds. Tracey kept ducking down to lick the head of his cock every time it was exposed.

Megan looked on longingly at Tracey. Unfortunately, her breasts weren’t quite large enough to do such an amazing job as Tracey. Despite that, Dean didn’t seem to mind one bit. “Hey,” he whispered, getting Megan’s attention. “You’re incredible,” he reassured her. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Megan beamed up at Dean. “Well, I think that you just earned yourself a reward,” she giggled.

Standing up from her position, Megan turned around and sat down on Dean’s cock. She sank down on it smoothly, twisting her hips seductively as she did so. Her little pert ass squished nicely against his lap. Dean groaned and gently bit Megan’s shoulder as she leaned against him.

Tracey spat on the head of Harry’s cock, spreading the lubricant with her breasts. Though his cock was already moist from being inside of her mouth, the extra spit helped Tracey’s breasts to slide up and down his shaft with ease. Tracey batted her eyelashes prettily up at Harry as he struggled to continue copying down notes.

Surrounded by Tracey’s breasts, Harry’s cock warmed up pleasurably. He gently started thrusting his hips as Tracey held her breasts together tightly around his cock. Harry groaned quietly as his cock twitched from the pleasure.

On either side of Harry, he could hear the sounds of flesh slapping together. Hermione was fighting to keep copying down notes as Draco started to fuck her from behind. She kept shifting on the desk, being pushed further forward, and her knees struggled to remain on the bench. Every time Draco’s cock filled Hermione up again, she let out a quiet peep.

Dean was relaxed as he stretched his arms out on either side of Megan’s body. He kept copying down notes as Megan bounced up and down on his cock. Megan was leaning over towards Harry and Tracey as she fucked Dean, ensuring that Dean was still able to see Professor Flitwick every time she sank back down on his cock.

At this point, Harry was basically fucking Tracey’s tits. The brunette was just holding her breasts tightly together as Harry’s hips thrust upwards. Her mouth was open so that the head of Harry’s cock kept popping inside of it with every thrust.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned out. “I need to be inside of you,” he told Tracey.

Tracey grinned up at him and released her breasts. Just as she went to pop up from underneath the table, Harry noticed her eyes drift off to the side. Harry’s gaze followed hers.

No one would have noticed what Daphne was doing. Harry hadn’t even noticed it and he was sitting right beside her. She looked perfectly normal, just copying down notes with her attention fully focused on Professor Flitwick. The only clue that something was awry was the slight heaviness to her breathing and hand slipped down the waistband of her skirt.

Daphne was masturbating beside them. Between the noises and smells around Harry, Daphne was almost imperceptible. Even when Harry and Tracey both took notice of what Daphne was doing, the blond woman didn’t pay them any mind. She merely slowed her ministrations under her skirt, as though she were waiting for them to get back to what they were doing.

Tracey stood up after a moment and pulled her skirt down her legs. She spun around too and gripped Harry’s cock in between her legs. She brought the head of his cock up to her soaking lips and rubbed it all over to help lubricate it. With a happy sigh, Tracey sank down on Harry’s cock.

When Tracey started to bounce up and down on Harry’s cock, he noticed Daphne’s hand start to move again beneath her skirt. It was subtle, and almost timid, but it was incredibly erotic. Harry could see now that he and Tracey were just in Daphne’s periphery as she leaned back slightly while she continued copying down notes.

Tracey let out a loan groan as she wiggled her ass in Harry’s lap. His cock shifted around wonderfully inside of Tracey’s pussy as she stretched. Beside them, Megan was still bouncing happily away on Dean’s cock. Both of them had watched when Tracey had gotten up and sat down on Harry’s cock.

“Nice,” Dean hissed quietly as Tracey leaned forward and slowly slid up Harry’s cock. Inch by inch, Tracey’s pussy slid up his shaft to reveal more and more of his slick cock to the air. When just the head of his cock was inside of her, and Tracey’s lips clung tightly to the head, Tracey let herself slowly sink back down on Harry’s cock.

“Hang on a second,” Harry muttered to Tracey. Professor Flitwick was demonstrating the proper form for a spell and he knew that he had to pay attention. Tracey took his cock completely inside of herself and sat down on Harry’s lap.

As Harry made notes, Tracey twitched impatiently. She brought one hand up to play with her tits while the other slid down to where her and Harry’s bodies met. Tracey gently cupped Harry’s balls, rolling the two orbs in her fingers, before letting her fingertips drag up the little bit of his shaft that was still exposed. She traced her lips which were locked tightly around Harry’s cock before her fingers finally reached her clit.

Tracey played with her clit as Harry swiftly jotted down Professor Flitwick’s exact motions. Tracey grabbed Harry’s free hand and brought it over to her other breast and returned to playing with the other one. Harry absentmindedly fondled Tracey’s breast as he finished taking the important notes.

“Alright,” Harry finally said after a few seconds.

“Yes,” Tracey whispered happily as she lifted her hips before dropping them back down on Harry. Her pussy clenched up around his cock as she rode him.

Harry couldn’t help but admire Megan as she rode Dean’s cock. The witch had a smaller, slim body that let her bounce wildly on Dean’s cock with impressive speed. He could see her thighs flex as she pushed up on Dean’s thighs before sinking back down on his cock.

Megan threw her hair over her shoulder, partially obscuring one of her breasts, as she let out a wanton moan at being filled up by Dean. As she dipped her head forward while she continued to ride his cock, she noticed Harry watching her. Megan’s face flushed lightly but she just grinned at Harry. She wiggled around on Dean’s lap, turning her body slightly so that Harry could get a better look at her ass and pussy as she slid up Dean’s cock.

Harry was transfixed by the sight of Megan’s pussy swallowing up Dean’s cock. He had never been up close like this before watching someone else fuck. Of course, he’d encountered it before at Hogwarts, but he’d never watched anyone openly like this before for such a long period of time. Megan looked like she loved showing off to Harry. She reached back with both of her hands and spread her ass cheeks wide.

“You’re such a filthy slut,” Dean groaned when he caught on to Megan teasing Harry.

“I know, master,” Megan moaned as she continued to stare at Harry. Her eyes were locked onto his, making sure that he was watching her fuck Dean.

Tracey loved seeing Megan tease Harry like this. It was an incredible sight for her too, but she knew that Harry was the intended target of Megan’s actions. She played her part, continuing to bounce on Harry’s cock and rub at her clit. It turned her on so much to see this. She knew that Megan wanted to fuck Harry right now, but she couldn’t. Harry was hers right now, and the thought of that made Tracey’s pussy tighten up around Harry’s thick cock.

“Oh fuck,” Dean muttered as he grabbed Megan’s waist. He forced her up and down on his cock. Megan bounced rowdily, loving every second of it.

Tracey arched her back as she rode Harry. Dean was struggling between focusing on Megan and eyeing Tracey up. Tracey was making it difficult for him. With her ass popped out and her tits hanging out of her school shirt, she was a sight to behold.

Suddenly, Dean let out an audible grunt as he thrust his hips up against Megan’s ass. He came inside of her pussy, pumping as much as he could inside of her. Megan didn’t stop riding Dean as he came. Her ass rebounded off of his waist as her pussy milked Dean for everything he had.

Dean slumped down in his seat, relieved and satisfied. Hazily, he picked his quill back up and went back to taking notes. Megan sat there on his lap with his cock still buried inside of her. She turned slightly so that she could watch Tracey fuck Harry.

Megan started to play with her clit as she watched Harry and Tracey. When she turned to face them, some of Dean’s cum started to drip down his shaft. It ran down his cock and escaped from Megan’s pussy. Megan reached down and scooped the cum up with a couple of fingers before popping it into her mouth.

Harry groaned at the sight of Megan sucking her fingers clean. She grinned at him and gave him a cheeky wink before she went back to rubbing her clit.

A sudden loud moan drew Harry’s attention. Hermione had her face down on the table. Her shirt had been torn open and her breasts strained at the material of her bra against the table. Draco was still pumping into her pussy quickly. Both of his hands were holding onto Hermione’s plump ass as he fucked her.

Despite her position, Hermione was still managing to copy down everything Professor Flitwick was saying. Her hand scribbled notes furiously. Her writing was incredibly neat considering the pounding Draco was giving her tight pussy.

Hermione noticed Harry looking over at her and she gave him a lazy grin. Draco gave her a particularly hard thrust, making Hermione slide a little forward on the table. Her head popped off the edge and her knees came off of the bench. Hermione quickly forced herself back to her feet and laid her torso down over the table so that Draco could keep fucking her.

Seeing Hermione in that position made Harry’s cock twitch. He glanced back at Tracey who was still riding his cock happily. He wanted to fuck her like Draco was fucking Hermione.

Without warning, Harry slammed his hips up against Tracey’s ass and pushed her forward. The brunette let out a squeak of surprise as she fell forward onto the table. Harry fell with her, driving his cock deep into her pussy. Tracey threw her arms forward to catch herself on the table but Harry pushed her down anyway. Her ample breasts squished down on the table as Harry pushed on her back.

Harry slammed his hips forward, trying to be careful not to make their bodies slap together too noisily. The professors would tolerate sex noises to a certain degree as long as they didn’t overly interfere with the lesson. This was why Harry covered Tracey’s mouth with his hand as he slammed his cock inside of her pussy again.

Tracey cried out in pleasure against Harry’s hand as he dominated her pussy. She had to hold on to the edge of the desk to keep from Harry fucking her right over the edge and onto the students in the row in front of them.

Subtly, Daphne leaned back a bit further. Harry peeked back at Daphne quickly and caught her staring at his cock as it slammed into Tracey’s pussy. Daphne was getting a perfect show of Harry roughly taking her best friend. Her hand was moving furiously under her skirt.

As much as Harry would have liked to watch Daphne, he couldn’t help but focus on Tracey. Her muffled moaning against his hand only spurred him on to fuck her harder and harder. At that moment, he was incredibly thankful for the sticky charm beneath the tables which kept them in place.

Tracey’s pussy was pulsing around his cock erratically. “More, more,” she moaned as Harry’s cock filled her up.

Harry grunted as he kept driving his hips forward. Tracey’s feet had come up off the floor now as Harry relentlessly took her pussy. “Fuck!” Tracey exclaimed as she convulsed beneath him. Her pussy clenched up around his cock and she cried out against his hand as she came hard.

Harry’s cock kept pounding into Tracey. He was so close to cumming too. No matter how tightly Tracey’s pussy tightened up, it couldn’t stop Harry’s cock from moving inside of her. He was bucking his hips wildly against Tracey’s ass when he heard Hermione cry out again.

His best friend let out a moan unlike anything he had ever heard before. It sounded like pure lust and relief as her body shook beneath Draco’s. Draco was panting and sweating as he pushed his cock as deep inside of Hermione as her pussy would allow.

The sight of Hermione cumming sent Harry over the edge. He felt his balls tighten up and his hips started moving automatically. Harry pumped spurt after spurt of cum into Tracey as she bit down on his hand to hold back from crying out in pleasure any louder than she already was.

It felt heavenly cumming inside of Tracey. Her pussy milked the cum out of his shaft and an immense wave of satisfaction filled Harry.

Harry pulled Tracey back on top of him as he sat back down on the bench. The brunette didn’t protest her actions and she sat down contently on his lap. Harry’s cock was still inside of Tracey. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her neck as he picked back up his quill.

“That was bloody incredible,” Dean breathed out from beside him.

Harry looked over to find Dean and Megan staring wide-eyed at him and Tracey. “You really gave it to her,” Megan told Harry excitedly. She was eyeing him up with interest as she wiggled around on Dean’s lap. Dean was obviously still hard inside of her but he made no moves to go back to fuck her.

“Damn right he did,” Tracey replied as she fought to catch her breath. Her hands ran up to her breasts, gently feeling them before she reached for the buttons on her shirt.

“Leave them out,” Dean interjected quickly. “Err, please,” he added when Harry and Tracey looked at him.

Tracey looked over to Harry with a smile and a questioning look. “I like them when they’re out like this too,” Harry told her.

Tracey chuckled. “Of course you do.” She let go of the buttons and adjusted her breasts so that they looked even better popping out of her shirt.

Hermione let out a content sigh as she sat down on Draco’s lap. Her skirt was flipped back down, and her shirt was buttoned back up, but Harry was sure that Draco’s cock was inside of her too.

Despite the fact that no one had been fucking her, Daphne looked just as relaxed and pleased as everyone else. Harry could see the remnants of some saliva on her fingers from when she must have licked them clean. Daphne finally acknowledged Harry and gave him a small smile before returning her attention to Professor Flitwick.

“We’re going to need to do this again, aren’t we?” Harry murmured in Tracey’s ear.

A shiver ran through her body. “Definitely.”

Chapter 14

Harry found Daphne pacing nervously in a hidden alcove deep in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic. She was breathing heavily as she paced back and forth, whipping her blond hair around as she spun sharply on her heel. If she noticed Harry approaching her, she paid him no mind.

Harry grimaced at the sight of Daphne looking so utterly unlike herself. The cool, calm, and collected Daphne that he had come to know was gone. He knew how difficult this was going to be for her. To have her own father attacking her through the Wizengamot was devastating. Harry could only imagine what he would be like if he were in her shoes.

Walking slowly towards Daphne, Harry cleared his throat audibly. Daphne’s eyes flickered up to his face. A look of fury crossed Daphne’s face, but it disappeared a moment later as she collected herself. “They’re making us wait longer than we need to,” Daphne ground out through clenched teeth.

Harry shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. “It is the Wizengamot after all. No one has ever described them as a punctual lot.”

“If my father wanted, he could have had this case underway already,” Daphne hissed. “Instead, we’re stuck waiting for their extended lunch break.” Daphne rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath. Harry reached out to put a calming hand on her shoulder but Daphne shrugged him off and returned to her pacing.

Harry sighed quietly. “I understand that you’re feeling anxious about this-”

“You have no idea what I’m feeling!” Daphne shouted as she rounded on Harry. The blond woman huffed as she reached out to steady herself on the black brick wall. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly after taking a moment. “I didn’t mean to blow up on you like that.”

“Better to blow up now than during the trial,” Harry pointed out.

Daphne nodded. “You’re right,” she said slowly. “I’ll be careful during the trial.”

“Good,” Harry smiled at her. “I’ll be by your side the entire time. And everyone else will be in the viewing area, watching. We’ll get through this.”

Daphne gave Harry a small nervous smile. “Right,” she replied.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Daphne leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. She took deep, calming breaths to try to bring down her anxiety.

“We’ve already submitted all of the important documents,” Harry reminded Daphne. “All of our proof is right there. There are enough discrepancies in the evidence your father provided the court that the Wizengamot will be forced to second guess his accusation.”

Daphne listened along, finally opening her eyes as Harry finished. “I know that,” she said quietly. “I just don’t know if he has any other tricks up his sleeve. Votes can be bought off, you know.”

“Based on what you and your sister have told me, it sounds like he doesn’t have that much social or political capital to spend,” Harry countered. He took a step closer and placed one of his hands on Daphne’s shoulder. This time she didn’t brush him off. “We’ll get through this,” Harry told her sincerely.

Daphne flashed him a brilliant smile. “Thanks, Harry.”

Daphne wrapped her arms around Harry’s back as she hugged him. Harry brought his own arms around Daphne and held her tightly against him. The two of them stood together for a few moments before Daphne squeezed Harry on final time before gently pulling away.

As Harry made to take a step back, Daphne’s hands grabbed his cloak. Harry gave Daphne a puzzled look. She wasn’t quite meeting his gaze. “You know, I wouldn’t mind a kiss,” she muttered quietly. “For good luck, that is.”

Harry snorted quietly in amusement at Daphne’s words and her unusually bashful expression. They had only kissed the one time after the preliminary hearing a couple of weeks ago. Since then, while Daphne had remained close with Harry and Tracey, she hadn’t attempted anything explicitly romantic or sexual with them.

Harry knew where Tracey stood on the matter. She was happy to invite Daphne into their relationship. Harry was too. Daphne was a beautiful witch with an amazing mind and a surprisingly caring personality. He was lucky to have her in his life.

Slowly, Harry leaned in to kiss Daphne. His lips parted a second before they reached hers. Daphne leaned into Harry’s embrace as their lips interlocked and they kissed deeply.

A rush of happiness filled Harry’s chest. Despite Daphne’s initial coldness towards him, she had been a constant presence in his life over the past few months. She had grown from a stranger into a friend. Now, well, Harry didn’t know exactly what they were at the moment. He couldn’t picture Daphne ever becoming a proper attendant like the others. Tracey had managed to fit into the mold fairly well, though she had much more freedom and leeway than other attendants. Harry knew that Daphne would be unique.

As Daphne pulled her lips away, she stayed leaned into Harry’s embrace. Harry ran his hands up and down Daphne’s back in a comforting manner as she sighed against him. “Everything will work out,” Harry murmured.

Daphne nodded against his shoulder before taking a step back. “We should head back now.”

Harry watched as Daphne mentally steeled herself for what was to come. The blond witch straightened her formal robes and took a breath before throwing her hair back over her shoulders.

The pair started to walk back towards the Wizengamot chambers where the trial was set to be heard once the normal parliamentary business was taken care of. As they neared the tall black doors that led into the chambers, Harry and Daphne started to come across a few members of the Wizengamot. Witches and wizards, standing in their plum-coloured robes, were talking in small groups as they waited to be let back into the room.

A few members of the Wizengamot greeted Harry and Daphne briefly while others merely acknowledged them with a dip of their heads. Harry smiled, knowing that his father was responsible for this. James had spent countless hours courting favour with other members of the Wizengamot. Many of the Potter family’s allies were already more than happy to defend them, but a few others had to be won over. The subtle game of politics was something that Harry knew his father despised. That was why it meant so much that he had helped out like this.

The luxurious main corridor that led to the Wizengamot chambers was filled with people. Most of the members of the Wizengamot were here, along with many reporters, government officials, and members of the public who were interested in sitting in on the meetings. Harry smoothly moved through the crowd over towards his parents.

James and Lily Potter were both standing together, waiting patiently for the Wizengamot sessions to resume. Tracey was stood there too, speaking to a man that Harry didn’t recognize. When Harry and Daphne finally broke through the crowd to the small area where everyone was standing, Tracey instantly rushed over to them. She threw her arms around Harry and Daphne, hugging them tightly.

Pulling away with a bright smile, Tracey looked at Harry. “My dads here,” she whispered to him.

Harry looked over Tracey’s shoulder to see the man she had been speaking to earlier staring at Harry with an apprehensive expression on his face. “Mr. Potter,” he said, clearing his throat as he stepped forward beside Tracey. “I’m Edward Davis, Tracey’s father.”

Harry did his best to suppress the nervousness that crept up inside of him. “Mr. Davis, a pleasure,” he held out his hand to the man.

Edward hesitantly gripped Harry’s hand and shook it. “My daughter has told me a lot about you,” he started. “I’m glad to hear that you are treating her well.”

“I try to do right by her. I hope that I’ve been doing a good job of it,” Harry replied.

“You have,” Tracey smiled as she leaned up against Harry’s side and kissed his cheek. “And you’ve been treating Daphne well too.”

When Edward looked over at Daphne, Harry realized that Tracey got her smile from her father. The man smiled brightly at Daphne who smiled back. “I’m glad to hear that you’ve been doing well too,” Edward said as he gave Daphne a brief hug.

“Thanks,” Daphne said. “Harry and his family have been a great help throughout all of this.”

Harry sent Daphne a thankful look as Edward stepped back with a sigh. “You know, Mr. Potter-”

“Please, call me Harry,” Harry interjected.

“Harry,” Edward corrected. “I’m sure that Tracey told you that I was not happy with the idea of her becoming an attendant initially.”

Harry nodded.

“Well,” the man scratched the back of his head in thought. “I suppose that I’m happy that things seem to have turned out well. Tracey tells me how happy you make her, and that she doesn’t want me to buy her out of her contract once the minimum five years of the contract are up.” Edward let out a long sigh. “This is all to say that . . . I’m glad that Tracey ended up with someone that she truly cares about.”

Tracey shifted slightly against Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist as he smiled at her. “I was lucky to end up with her too,” Harry leaned against Tracey. “Tracey’s so incredibly kind, caring, and smart. I never imagined just how quickly I’d fall for her.”

Edward nodded his head and smiled at the young couple. “In that case, I had something-”

A hush filtered over the witches and wizards in the hall as the two large black doors to the Wizengamot chambers suddenly opened of their own accord. The crowd slowly started to make their way back inside, though there was still another fifteen minutes before the session was set to resume.

“Ah, well . . . another time,” Edward commented as witches and wizards started to pass by them. “We should head back inside to the viewing gallery,” he said to Tracey.

“Right,” Tracey agreed. She gave Harry another peck on the cheek before stepping over to Daphne. Tracey hugged her best friend tightly. “It’ll all be over soon,” she murmured in Daphne’s ear.

Edward and Tracey disappeared into the moving crowd.

“We should get going too,” James told Lily, Harry, and Daphne.

Harry reached out and grabbed Daphne’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready?”

Daphne’s eyes flickered over to the doors. “I am.”

Harry and Daphne just started to follow James and Lily when they were suddenly stopped by a pair of hands roughly grabbing each of their shoulders. Daphne whirled around on her heel, ready to confront whoever had just grabbed them. Instead, she froze.

“Daphne.” A light voice spoke.

“Mother,” Daphne replied evenly, carefully eyeing the woman in front of her.

None of the passing witches or wizards paid the trio any mind. Harry was watching Daphne, waiting for her to take the lead on this situation. He knew just how troubled Daphne was over her family situation. Astoria had told them that their mother was going to try to help Daphne out, but none of them had heard anything since them. Daphne had held out hope that her mother would be able to stop Cyrus, but with no news forthcoming she had begun to give up hope.

Daphne’s mother’s eyes flickered over to Harry for a moment. She looked almost identical to Daphne. They shared the same long blond hair, the same nose, nearly the same height. The age lines of Daphne’s mother’s face and her fancier robes were some of the most noticeable differences between the two of them, but the real difference was in their eyes. Harry was taken aback at the look of fury he saw in Daphne’s mother’s eyes. She looked at him as though she wished nothing more than for him to disintegrate on the spot. But then her eyes softened as they returned back to Daphne and they looked a lot more like Daphne’s did.

“We need to talk,” she told Daphne.

Daphne glanced over her shoulder at the doors to the Wizengamot chambers. Most members had returned by now.

“We’ll be back in time for your case, I’ve made sure of that,” Daphne’s mother added. “Trust me, everything will work out better if we talk in private.”

Daphne took a subtle step closer to Harry and her arm brushed against his. “Then lead the way.”

Daphne’s mother’s lips puckered at the sight but she didn’t refuse. “Fine,” she accepted reluctantly. “But we need to make this quick. There is a lot to be done and precious little time to do it in.”

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“I really hope Daphne will be alright,” Hermione muttered to Draco as she smoothed out her formal robes again. Despite the fact that she looked perfect, her worry made her fidget.

“If Lord Greengrass is serious about this, I doubt it’ll be finished today,” Draco drawled absentmindedly as he combed his hair.

Hermione peered at the mirror Draco was standing in front of, looking at his reflection. “What do you mean by that?” She asked curiously.

Draco’s eyes flickered over to Hermione’s in the mirror. “Well,” he began slowly. “Issues like this can take a long time to resolve. Even if the entire trial is finished today, the Wizengamot can take weeks, if not months, to decide on a verdict. There’s plenty of time for more politicking. Besides, either side can always call for an additional trial if they find new substantial evidence.”

“Does that happen often?”

“Not really,” Draco shook his head. He growled in frustration when his hair got all messed up again. His fingers ran through his hair again, trying to fix it. “But it does happen. The only problem is, the longer this goes on, the worse the Greengrass family is going to look in front of the Wizengamot. It’ll hurt their social standing and their political influence.”

“Unless Lord Greengrass can prove that he was in the right,” Hermione pointed out.

“Right,” Draco agreed. “Or if Daphne and Harry can somehow convince the Wizengamot to decide in their favour today.”

Hermione huffed. This entire situation was a disaster. She couldn’t even pretend to understand half of what was going on behind the scenes. There was so much nuance wrapped up in the Wizengamot and Pureblood society that Hermione was only beginning to get a grasp on thanks to Draco.

“If Lord Greengrass does prove that he is in the right, would that negate his loss of standing?” Hermione asked Draco.

“Maybe, it's hard to say,” Draco shrugged. “It’ll definitely win him back a lot of points in the eyes of the purebloods, but it doesn’t entirely erase the fact that Daphne signed up to become an attendant in the first place.”

“So the purebloods still aren’t fully accepting of the program,” Hermione sighed.

“It’s split,” Draco answered simply. “Some do genuinely support it, though they’d prefer if their children did not become attendants themselves. Others see it as a horrible thing which further dilutes what they believe to be pure blood in magical society.”

Hermione nodded at Draco’s words. These were all things that they had talked about before, though only rarely. Draco didn’t much like talking about things like this. Hermione knew it was difficult for him too since his relationship with his parents was so strained. Every time she had tried to discuss his family life, Draco shot it down.

A few witches and wizards walked past the couple down the corridor in the Ministry. They were only a couple turns away from the Wizengamot chambers. Despite how fascinating Hermione had found the proceedings thus far, Draco assured her that she’d get sick of it quickly. His father had brought him to sit on a few sessions each year since he was a child. Hermione knew that Draco was grateful for the brief reprieve before the session was set to resume again.

Draco evidently gave up on trying to fix his fair. He pulled away from the mirror in a huff and dropped his hands to his sides. Hermione gently smiled at him and put a hand on Draco’s arm. “Come on,” she whispered into his ear. “Let's go back.”

Just as Hermione’s words had the intended effect of soothing Draco, he suddenly tightened back up again and froze in place. Hermione looked at him oddly until she saw where he was looking.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were standing down the corridor from them. The older couple seemed just as uncomfortable as Draco was. Neither of them moved as they stared at Draco.

“Come on,” Draco told Hermione gruffly as he grabbed her hand and started walking.

Draco set his jaw and stared straight ahead as he walked towards his parents with Hermione in tow. Hermione stumbled forward, trying to match Draco’s brisk pace as he urged them forward.

Draco’s grip stiffened on Hermione’s arm as they neared his parents. Lucius watched them blankly, keeping his expression masked behind a veil of neutrality, though his body was completely stiff. Narcissa kept her eyes on her son pleadingly as he neared. She met Hermione’s gaze briefly but her focus quickly returned to her son.

Narcissa took a half-step towards them. “Draco,” she murmured quietly, not quite holding out her hand towards her son.

There was a hitch in Draco’s step as his mother cautiously reached out for him. Hermione thought for a minute that he was going to run over and embrace Narcissa, but Draco urged his feet onward.

“Leave him,” Lucius’s soft words to his wife reached their ears. “He’s made his choice to be subservient to a mudblood.”

Quick as a bolt of lightning, Draco let go of Hermione, spun on his heels, and fired off a knockback jinx at his father. Narcissa screamed in surprise as she leapt out of the way of the curse. The air left Lucius’s lungs as the spell connected with his chest, sending him spiraling through the air down the corridor.

“Draco!” Hermione gasped more out of surprise than of anger or frustration.

Narcissa rushed over to her husband who was shakily getting back up to his feet. The man’s perfect black robes were now smudged with dirt and dust from the carpet beneath them. Lucius wiped away a thin trickle of blood that was running from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s fine, Draco, just forget about it,” Hermione said quietly to him, trying to calmly urge him away. Draco stood firm though, watching as Narcissa riffled through her handbag.

Draco stared down his father as Lucius stood back up to his full height. Lucius stared back at his son, accepting Narcissa’s tissue to help clean up his mouth.

Hermione stepped over to Draco’s side, gently leaning against him. It was obvious that Draco wanted to say something to his father but he was holding back. Still, the emotion he wanted to convey was plain to see in his gaze.

Without sparing another second, Draco turned back around and continued walking down the hall. Hermione followed closely a few steps behind.

Draco wasn’t even leading them back towards the Wizengamot chambers. His feet seemed to be moving automatically, simply following the carpets that lined the corridors deeper and deeper into the bowels of the Ministry. Eventually, Draco slowed his movements to a walk when they were in some barely used corridor far away from the main hall.

“Draco,” Hermione coaxed Draco to look at her.

Draco came to a stop and turned to face Hermione with a look of frustrated sadness. She did her best to offer him a sympathetic look as she took a step closer to him. “Come here,” Hermione said as she wrapped an arm around Draco.

Draco stiffly returned Hermione’s one-armed hug. “Let’s just go to the Wizengamot chambers,” he muttered. His voice sounded a little rougher than usual.

Hermione pulled away so that she could meet Draco’s eyes. “I think that we should talk about-”

“No,” Draco interjected firmly. “Let’s go.”

“Draco,” Hermione frowned at him. “You can’t avoid this forever. We can’t avoid this,” she corrected herself a moment later. It was important that they talk about these things, even if it was incredibly challenging to get Draco to open up about it.

For a moment, Hermione thought that Draco was about to leave her there. But then his expression softened. “Sorry,” he muttered under his breath. “I just . . . when I heard what he called you,” Draco growled in frustration. “It reminded me of what I used to do to you. How horrible I was.”

Hermione held Draco’s waist, gently rubbing her thumb across his hip. “You’ve changed,” she told him. “I’ll admit, sometimes you can still be a bit too snarky for my liking,” Hermione smiled, “but you aren’t a bigoted ass anymore. You’re a kind and caring man, Draco.”

“I’m still sorry about what I put you through for years,” Draco said.

“And like I’ve told you so many times now, I forgive you,” Hermione leaned back against Draco, resting her head against his shoulder. “It’s not like I’ll forget what you were like, but you’re a different person now. I know that you don’t actually believe in blood purity anymore. I don’t care what your parents call me. All that matters is how we feel about each other.”

Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione, this time hugging her for real. “You’re too good to me.”

“Probably,” Hermione laughed quietly. “But I can’t help it. I love you, Draco.”

Hermione felt Draco’s heart start to go crazy in his chest at her words. “I love you, Hermione,” Draco said, squeezing her tightly.

Draco’s hand found Hermione’s chin and he gently pulled it upwards. Hermione’s sparkling brown eyes met Draco’s beautiful gray eyes. Their lips met as they relished in their shared feelings of love and affection.

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“And now, we will hear from Lord Greengrass,” the Chief Warlock called out from the stands within the Wizengamot chambers.

Cyrus Greengrass stood up amid the sea of plum-coloured robes of Wizengamot members. “I wish to bring forth matter 67-018, fraud committed by Heiress Greengrass.”

The Chief Warlock was handed a long scroll of parchment from an assistant which held the details of the case. “Is there a second?” He asked the assembly.

“Seconded!” An older woman stood.

The Chief Warlock nodded. “Proceed, Lord Greengrass.”

Cyrus surveyed the crowd of Wizengamot members around him. “Esteemed members of the Wizengamot, I come before you today to ask that you grant an injunction on Heiress Greengrass’s status as an attendant for Heir Potter. The request to become an attendant should not have been granted in the first place by the Ministry due to the fact that a marriage contract was already in effect. A clerical error allowed this request to be granted by the Ministry. As such, it is only just if an injunction is placed so that the superseding contract may be lawfully enforced.”

The Chief Warlock nodded his head as he briefly scanned the unfurled parchment in his hands. “Is Heiress Greengrass and Mr. Potter in attendance here today?”

“We are, Chief Warlock,” Harry announced loudly, standing up from his seat with Daphne at his side. They were in the public viewing area, surrounded by reporters, ministerial aides, and other members of magical society.

Harry smiled as Sirius Black, dressed in his Auror robes, approached them. His godfather was looking unusually worried at Harry and Harry’s smile didn’t seem to assuage him in any way.

Sirius guided Harry and Daphne down to the open floor of the Wizengamot chambers. The large circular room had stands lining the walls for the Wizengamot members and the public. In the middle of it was a large open pit where members could stand during important cases.

Cyrus was already down there waiting at a table when Harry and Daphne reached their own table a few feet away. Cyrus didn’t even look at them, his gaze was focused up on the Chief Warlock.

Daphne breathed out audibly, resting her palms against the table. “Just relax, you mother said-” Harry began to whisper.

Daphne cut Harry off with a look. “I know what she said,” she whispered back to him quickly, keeping an eye on her father over Harry’s shoulder. “I just don’t know if it’ll work.”

Harry grimaced and nodded. It would be a tricky thing to pull off but . . . well, if it worked then everything would be over and done with.

The Chief Warlock cleared his throat, getting Harry and Daphne’s attention. “Heir Potter, by your status as the master of Heiress Greengrass, until Lord Greengrass’s claim is settled, you are the primary defendant in this case. Do you understand this?”

“I do,” Harry nodded along. His parents had prepared him for this. He knew the proper responses and how the arguments should be framed. But hopefully, he wouldn’t need to rely on that today.

“How do you respond to Lord Greengrass’s claim?” The Chief Warlock asked Harry, peering carefully over the scroll in his hands.

Harry stood tall and proud as he announced his response. “I wholeheartedly reject Lord Greengrass’s claim. Per my understanding of the situation, the clerical error was that the marriage contract was submitted after Heiress Greengrass signed the attendant contract and that it was incorrectly dated in the Ministry’s records.”

“Hmm,” The Chief Warlock pondered aloud. “And you received this information from Heiress Greengrass?”

“Partially,” Harry answered. “Heiress Greengrass assured me that the marriage contract was not in effect prior to her signing the attendant contract. It is only speculation on my part that it was incorrectly dated.”

“Speculation will do you no good, Heir Potter,” Lord Greengrass interjected. “Legal cases are grounded in facts.”

The Chief Warlock gave Lord Greengrass a warning look. “Reasonable assumptions are a part of every case.”

“Of course,” Lord Greengrass responded coyly. “I only intended to point out that I personally know the date that it was signed because I was there. This is a fact.”

The Chief Warlock set down the scroll of parchment on the table before him. He glanced over at one of his aides. “Do we have the man who authorized this marriage contract here today?”

The Aide shook his head. “No, Chief Warlock. He moved to America back in October.”

“Hmm,” the Chief Warlock hummed. “And was he not summoned for this case?”

“He was, but he refused to attend,” the Aide answered.

The Chief Warlock’s eyes flickered over towards Lord Greengrass for a moment and then over to Harry before he nodded his head. “In that case, do we have the woman who registered Heiress Greengrass as an attendant?”

This time the Aide nodded his head. “We do. She’s ready to be called inside.”

At that moment, there was a rustle in the public viewing area as someone entered it and began walking down the stairs to the front of the area. “Pardon the interruption, Chief Warlock,” Daphne’s mother said as she gripped the railing in front of her. “However, I have an emergency petition for the Wizengamot which may have implications on this case.”

“Anastasia,” Cyrus muttered quietly at the sight of his wife.

Daphne’s mother, Anastasia, was guided down to the open floor of the Wizengamot Chambers even before the Chief Warlock had responded. She gave Daphne a confident look before turning to face the Chief Warlock.

The Chief Warlock shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Be that as it may, there is a standard procedure to follow regarding these-”

“All of the proper forms have been filled,” Anastasia explained, flashing a rolled up scroll she held in her hand.

The Aide flicked his wand and the thin scroll of parchment soared through the air towards his hands. He quickly scanned the document before nodding to the Chief Warlock. The Chief Warlock, looking resigned, waved vaguely at Anastasia. “Go on then.”

Anastasia turned her attention to the Wizengamot members. “I am here today to petition for control of the Greengrass family seat on the Wizengamot.”

Chattering filled the crowd of the assembled members as Anastasia’s words rang out in the chambers. Debates quickly popped up about the legitimacy of such a move, the possible motivations behind it, and what the outcome would be.

Harry gently leaned against Daphne’s arm. “Look,” he said, gesturing up towards the left side of the crowd. There, James Potter and Edward Davis were busily dealing with all of the surrounding members as they began peppering them with questions about the situation.

“Well, mother did say that she had spoken to Edward and a few others already to get their support,” Daphne whispered back quietly as she looked around to see a few others also helping to influence the direction of conversation among the members.

Several of the witches and wizards who had appeared to be supporting Cyrus just moments earlier had clearly switched their support to Anastasia. Anastasia had clearly been planning this for some time. Not everyone who had supported Cyrus appeared to be won over by Anastasia, but the large chunk that had may be the killing blow to any hopes Cyrus had at remaining as the head of the Greengrass family.

Harry smiled lightly. Things seemed to be working out well so far. As he shifted in place, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Cyrus was standing behind his table looking positively demolished. His eyes were focused solely on his wife. Surprise, anger, sadness, resignation, a swirl of emotions flickered through his eyes. Not once did Anastasia look back at her husband.

Despite what he had done, Harry couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for Cyrus in that moment. To have his own wife come out publicly against his actions like this was no small thing. He knew just how pureblood society liked to operate, and this was bound to be an event long remembered for just how utterly surprising and unconventional it was. Cyrus didn’t just look upset about that though. Harry could see a sense of betrayal radiating off of the man. Cyrus looked to be crumbling in on himself, as though he couldn’t believe that his own wife was coming after him like this in public.

A loud bang rang out through the chambers as the Chief Warlock smacked his gavel off of his desk. The Wizengamot members slowly quieted down and settled back in their seats.

“Lady Greengrass, on what grounds do you base this petition?” The Chief Warlock asked her once everyone was calm again.

“As many of you may know, my husband was not born a Greengrass. He became one when he married me,” Anastasia explained loudly to the crowd. “When my husband took up the Greengrass seat in the Wizengamot he swore a number of vows, including one which states that he will always hold the best interests of the Greengrass family at heart. I believe, based off of his actions surrounding this case, that he does not have my family’s best interests at heart.”

The voices of the Wizemgamot members swelled again as they all conversed with one another about the situation quickly before the Chief Warlock could regain order. In the swirl of voices, one was almost lost to the wind. Only Harry seemed to hear the voice coming from just a few feet away. “I thought I did,” Cyrus’s quiet voice petered out.

Apparently he hadn’t been the only one to hear it. “If you truly did, you would have listened to me back in the summer,” Anastasia replied to her husband with her back still towards him. “I made a mistake in not being firm back then. I won’t make that mistake a second time.” Her eyes were still scanning the Wizengamot, calculating to see how persuasive her words were.

“Order!” The Chief Warlock sent out a shower of sparks up into the air in the center of the chamber. The voices dimmed again. “Lady Greengrass, are you sure that you wish to follow through with this petition?”

Anastasia nodded her head confidently. “I am,” she stated. “For too long, I have sat back on the sidelines. I believe that under my leadership, House Greengrass will return to its proper status in magical society.”

“She’s laying it on a bit thick,” Harry muttered to Daphne.

Daphne shrugged back at Harry. “True, but they love it,” she said, gesturing up at the Wizengamot members. “Even if they don’t necessarily care about this inter-House issue, they’re still attracted to the drama of it all.”

It was true, Harry could see it. The Wizengamot was far more lively than it had been all day. All it took was a surprise twist to suddenly make everyone invested in the situation.

“Lord Greengrass, do you have a rebuttal to this petition?” The Chief Warlock asked.

Cyrus’s eyes flickered from the Chief Warlock over to his wife’s back. Even now, she refused to look at him. His eyes scanned the crowd of Wizengamot members. There were far too friendly faces there to be able to lift Cyrus’s spirits. Then his eyes fell over onto Harry and Daphne. Gone was the imposing man who had made incredible demands of Harry and Daphne. He was replaced by a man who found his world crumbling around him. Even if he challenged his wife’s play, all it would do is serve to weaken the Greengrass name even further. With both his wife and daughter publicly against him, there was little chance at returning to his former glory.

“No,” Cyrus answered evenly as he dropped his gaze to the table in front of him.

The Chief Warlock stared carefully at Cyrus. “Alright then. If you have nothing to say on the matter, then it shall be put to a vote.”

As the Yays were counted, Harry felt a grin start to spread across his face. The votes easily fell in Anastasia’s favour. Daphne started to perk up as well. Her worry and nervousness fled as cautious relief began to seep in. How did she manage to pull that off, Harry couldn’t help but wonder.

“The Yays have it,” the Chief Warlock declared. “Lady Greengrass, you are officially now the holder of the Greengrass seat on the Wizengamot.”

Polite clapping echoed through the chamber as the Wizengamot members welcomed their newest addition. Anastasia smiled widely at the success. Part one of the plan was complete.

Now came part two.

Just because Cyrus was no longer the head of House Greengrass, that did not mean that his petition to the Wizengamot suddenly disappeared. The petition had been formally opened and the only way to close it now was for either the Chief Warlock or the head of House Greengrass to dismiss it.

Harry eyed Anastasia warily as she turned around to look at Harry and Daphne. Her expecting gaze met Harry’s and he knew that she was waiting for his move.

Harry’s mind went back to their meeting earlier in the day. To say that Anastasia was unimpressed with Harry was an understatement. Though she had forgiven Daphne for everything that she had done in escaping her marriage contract, she still had some anger in her heart over the matter. Anastasia’s anger seemed to have transferred from Daphne to Harry. Of course he hadn’t necessarily done anything to deserve it other than being the man who Daphne was assigned to, but that didn’t placate Anastasia.

“My daughter will not be something that you own,” Anastasia had said to him during their meeting. She was adamant that Daphne be treated well and with as much freedom as possible. Despite Daphne’s assurances, Anastasia hadn’t relented. She wanted something concrete to prove that Daphne would be safe.

Daphne had tried to explain to her mother that Harry had been nothing but proper since she had become his attendant, but Anastasia seemed unwilling to believe any of it. It sounded too good to be true to her. Harry couldn’t necessarily blame Anastasia given her experiences with her husband, but it was still a frustrating situation. The contract couldn’t simply be dissolved yet and that left Harry and Daphne with only a few options.

Harry’s eyes found Tracey’s in the crowd. She was smiling nervously at him. She knew what he and Daphne had planned and agreed that it probably was the best way forward, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Harry promised that he would make it up to her.

Tracey silently mouthed “I love you” to Harry. It made his heart soar in his chest and stabilized his resolve.

“Chief Warlock, Lady Greengrass and I have come to an agreement over the open matter of the alleged fraud committed by Heiress Greengrass,” Harry announced loudly.

The Chief Warlock fixed his gaze on Harry. “Go on then,” he prompted.

“Lady Greengrass has agreed to drop the matter pending the signing of a marriage contract between myself and Heiress Greengrass,” Harry explained.

The marriage contract would be signed by the end of the year. In it, there were many conditions which demanded that Harry treat Daphne well while she was his attendant. In essence, he could not make her do anything which she did not agree with. That was fine with both Harry and Daphne since that was how Harry was treating her already. The only difference was now Daphne would have stronger legal protections in place.

They were to be married by the time they were twenty-five. Anastasia had wanted it done sooner but Daphne had again intervened to give them more leeway. Anastasia had included plenty of contingencies for Daphne to back out of the marriage if Harry ever acted improperly towards her, though both Harry and Daphne knew that that would never happen.

Most importantly, Daphne was to be released from her attendant contract as soon as the minimum five year time period was over. Right when that happened, Harry and Daphne would be officially engaged.

All of this would help secure Daphne’s future while reassuring Anastasia that Harry would treat her properly.

The Chief Warlock looked to Anastasia for confirmation. At her nod, he cleared his throat. “Then matter 67-018 is officially closed.”

Harry felt his entire body sag in relief. Daphne pressed her hip against his and whispered softly. “It’s finally over.”

Silently, Cyrus turned on his heel and walked off. No one stopped him as he strode out of the Wizengamot chambers.

Anastasia approached the two of them. “I have to go assume my seat and deal with a few important matters but I’ll be by Hogwarts tomorrow to visit you,” she told Daphne. “I’m sure that there’s a few things we should talk about.”

“Alright,” Daphne agreed. Suddenly, she stepped forward and gave her mother a tight hug. Anastasia melted into the hug instantly, and her arms wrapped around her daughter’s back. It only lasted a moment but the simple gesture showed just how much the two of them cared for one another.

Daphne broke the hug reluctantly. Anastasia took a step back and offered her daughter a melancholic smile. “I’m sorry for not putting my foot down sooner,” Anastasia said quietly, “but I’m incredibly proud at how well you handled yourself.”

With that, Anastasia walked off towards the Wizengamot member seats.

Harry didn’t say anything as he gently guided Daphne away towards the doors leading out of the Wizengamot chambers. He knew that Tracey, Lily, Draco, and Hermione would all be waiting for them outside once they got out of the viewing stands. Daphne fell in step beside Harry and leaned closer towards him. “Harry, I can’t begin to say just how thankful I am-”

“Then don’t,” Harry cut in softly as he bumped his hip gently against hers as they walked. “I know how important this was to you, and it was important for me too. You’re . . . really amazing, Daphne. I’m really happy that I have you in my life. I’d do whatever it took to make sure that you were safe.”

Daphne’s bright smile brought a smile onto Harry’s face. Her cheeks were slightly tinged with pink at his words. “Kiss arse,” she muttered jokingly.

“Get used to it,” Harry chuckled. “We’re going to be engaged soon. You’ll be putting up with all of my compliments for years to come.”

Daphne exhaled out of her nose loudly. “Merlin, it still hasn’t set in for me yet. I always thought I’d be getting married one day but . . .”

A flash of anxiety and uncertainty ran through Harry’s body. “If you’re having second thoughts, we can always talk to Anastasia and-”

“No, no,” Daphne quickly reassured Harry, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re the best man that I’ve ever known, and I’m looking forward to spending even more time with you. I just never expected that I’d end up getting engaged through such a crazy set of circumstances. It’s just bizarre.”

“That it is,” Harry smiled easily. “I never really knew what to expect in my life, let alone my romantic life, but I’m glad that you and Tracey are both going to be here with me.”

As the pair of them pushed open the doors out of the Wizengamot chambers, they saw Tracey, Lily, Hermione, and Draco standing a fair distance away. Daphne lit up in a bright smile at the sight of them, and Harry couldn’t help but grin too. Despite not everyone being related by blood, they were becoming more and more like family with each passing day.

Harry tried to urge Daphne forward so she could go meet Tracey who was swiftly walking over towards them, but Daphne stayed right beside Harry. “No,” she murmured quietly. “It’s the three of us together now.”

With that, Daphne slid her hand down Harry’s arm until she grasped his own hand. Daphne pulled on Harry with a smile as she led them forward into Tracey’s embrace. The brunette threw her arms around Harry and Daphne as they put their arms around her.

Everything was going to be okay now with the three of them together.