The Attendants Chapters 19-22 (Patreon)

Chapter 19

Golden candle light flickered through the vast halls of Hogwarts as hundreds of students made their way down to the Great Hall. It was the night of the second Yule Ball, the one exclusive to the upper year students.

“It’s beautiful,” Hermione gushed as she looked out the castle’s windows to see a light snowfall coming down. The pale white specs seemed to shimmer in the light emanating from the castle’s windows.

“It really is,” Harry agreed readily. It looked like something out of a fairytale. “I wonder what they’re doing to keep the snow out of the courtyard.”

“I hope it’s just a repellent charm or some type of transfiguration,” Hermione sighed. “It would be such a waste to put a tent up that would block the view.”

Harry smiled at her. Hermione had always had a thing for watching films where people dance or kiss in the rain. Snow wasn’t that far off, and the effect would be perfect if she could look up and see the snow falling down above her and Draco.  “Even if they did put up a tent, I’m sure that Draco would be happy to dance with you out in the snow. You look too beautiful to refuse.”

Hermione beamed at her best friend. She swished her hips back and forth, making the frilly hem of her sleeveless pale-blue dress robes flare out. She caught the fabric with her hands before it rose up too high above her knees. “I just hope he loves this dress as much as I do.”

“It looks perfect on you, Hermione,” Harry reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “And if he doesn’t, well, you could always feel free to join me and Tracey and Daphne.”

“Harry!” Hermione laughed, pushing him away playfully. “I think Draco might have a thing or two to say about that.”

“I would indeed.”

Draco smirked at Harry as he approached them. He snaked his arm around Hermione’s waist and pulled her against him before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. “You look beautiful,” Draco told Hermione, once he pulled away from her.

“And you look quite handsome yourself,” Hermione remarked appreciatively, placing a hand on his chest. Naturally, Draco was wearing fine silk dress robes. They were mostly black with dark green accents that blended nicely.

“Did you see Tracey and Daphne on your way here?” Harry asked Draco.

Shaking his head, Draco sighed. “It sounded like they were having a party in Daphne’s room. The wireless was blasting music and I could hear them laughing and shouting.”

“Merlin, they better not have broken into the elven wine my dad brought me,” Harry shivered, fearing the worst. “The last time we had a bottle, the two of them polished it off in half an hour.”

“I’m sure they won’t be sloshed,” Hermione chuckled. “Though, I may have shared a drink with them when I stopped by earlier.”

“Hermione,” Harry groaned.

“Leave her alone, Potter,” Draco sneered, though the amusement in his eyes undercut the effect. “If my lady wants to drink with her friends, then she can do as she likes. They’re all of age.”

“Technically, I think you’re my man, not the other way around,” Hermione said. “I seem to recall something about a contract?”

“Details, details,” Draco pulled Hermione back tight against him.

The two of them rocked together silently to the faint music coming from the Great Hall a few corridors down. Harry rested his arms against the window sill and watched the light snowfall as it covered Hogwarts in a thin sheet of brilliant white.

The first term at Hogwarts in Harry’s final year had been hectic to say the least. He was so lucky that he managed to get two wonderful women by his side in Tracey and Daphne. And he couldn’t believe just how quickly he’d fallen for both of them.

In just a couple short days, they’d all be leaving Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays. Tracey and Daphne would both be going back home to their families—there was no obligation for an attendant to remain with their master’s family over the holidays—but they had both agreed to come to his godfather Sirius’s Christmas party. Harry couldn’t imagine what it would be like without having them around everyday. He wondered how long it would take before one of them went to visit one of the others.

There was an important piece of business that needed to be attended to as well. Per the agreement with Lady Anastasia Greengrass, Harry and Daphne were set to enter into a marriage contract by the end of the year. That was only a couple of weeks away now. James had written to Harry that he and Anastasia had gotten the preliminary draft written up, but Harry and Daphne would need to go over it themselves before it was finalized.

It was difficult to say how Harry felt about this. Daphne was such a big part of his life now and he knew that he didn’t ever want to let her go. The thought of marrying her made his heart swell up in joy, but it also hurt. Tracey was the first woman he had ever fallen in love with. He wished he could marry her too but the laws in Britain were clear; he could only be married to a single witch at a time.

It was the same damned ambiguous thoughts that had been running through his mind ever since he agreed to the marriage contract. He wanted to marry Daphne, but he also wanted to marry Tracey. He recognized this as a fact, and it hurt to think that he wouldn’t be allowed to do it.

“Hey!” Hermione called out, taking a step back from Draco and waving at two distant figures.

Stifling his morose thoughts, Harry straightened his black dress robes and stood to his full height as he turned and watched the two most beautiful women in the world come his way.

Arm in arm, Tracey and Daphne strode down the corridor right towards Harry. It was like a punch to the gut when Harry saw just how perfect they looked. Tracey had pinned her hair up in an elaborate bob with stray brown curls framing her face. Daphne’s long, wavy blond hair rested in front of her right shoulder, looking as silky as ever. Both women flashed bright smiles at Harry.

Their dresses couldn’t have been any more different. Tracey—going against the colours of her house—wore a turtleneck sleeveless red dress. The dress had long slits on either side of her legs, going up to the top of her thighs. Tracey’s back was completely bare and the sides of the fabric showed off just a hint of the sides of her breasts. Daphne’s dress was all green silk with a green lace bodice. Thin straps hung over her shoulders and she had a fair amount of cleavage on display from the deep v-cut of the front of the dress. There was a single slit in the dress along her left leg that showed off her creamy skin with every step.

Despite the joyfulness apparent on their faces, Harry could also see some anxiety wading beneath the surface as they got closer to him. As his eyes roamed over their incredible outfits, desperate to take in every detail and curve and embed it in his memory, Tracey and Daphne waited on baited breaths for Harry to say something.

They came to a stop just a few feet away from him. “I-” Harry’s voice failed him. What words could he offer that could compare to the beauty he saw before him? Anything that came to his mind just seemed insignificant, completely unfit to describe the swirl of emotions that rushed through his body when he looked at them.

“You two have actually made him speechless,” Hermione giggled.

Draco nodded. “First time Potter hasn’t run decided to run his mouth-” a burst of air left his mouth as Hermione deftly elbowed him in his side.

“You two are incredible,” Harry breathed out. “Just so beautiful, in every way.”

Tracey smiled at him and glanced over at Daphne. “Told you it would be worth it.”

Daphne’s lips curled upwards at Tracey’s comment. “You were the one worried that it wasn’t going to be enough.”

Without a moment’s delay, Daphne took a couple brisk steps forward and captured Harry’s lips with her own. Harry’s arms instinctively snaked around her back, feeling the sublime sensations of the silky fabric of Daphne’s dress beneath his fingers and her soft lips on his. The moment they broke apart, Tracey wormed her way in and immediately latched her lips onto Harry’s.

“Merlin,” Tracey laughed as she pulled back, “I can’t believe how good that kiss was.”

“There’s something magical about Yule,” Daphne agreed.

As Tracey stepped to Harry’s right side and Daphne to his left, Harry held out both of his arms for them to hold on to. “Should we head down to the Great Hall?” Harry asked everyone.

Hermione nodded eagerly. “Ron’s probably there already,” she added, a slightly somber note tinging her voice.

It was an unfortunate aspect of the attendant contract that, as long as he was Hermione’s attendant, Ron couldn’t go to the dance with anyone except for Hermione as his date. The unfortunate lack of attraction on Hermione’s part meant that he would effectively be going alone, and he couldn’t even dance with anyone unless he received Hermione’s permission.

Harry grimaced and nodded. “At least we’ll all be there with him.”

“We’ll make sure he has fun,” Daphne added.

Tracey nodded along with her. “If we put the word out that Hermione will let him dance with whoever, I’m sure that plenty of girls will keep him company.”

“Let’s get going then,” Harry said.

Together, with both of his attendants on his arm, Harry walked down the familiar corridor towards the Great Hall. Hermione and Draco followed in step behind them, speaking quietly to each other. As the group neared the Great Hall, the live sounds of the Weird Sisters playing reverberated louder and louder.

The Yule Ball was already in full swing. Over a hundred sixth and seventh year students were in the Great Hall wearing fancy dress robes and dancing wildly to the live music. The Yule theme was in full effect. The walls and ceiling were covered with hanging icicles. All of the house tables were gone and replaced by smaller circular tables which each had a small ice sculpture as the centerpiece. There were several tables with multi-coloured drinks spread out throughout the room.

A big smile came across Harry’s face at the sight of it all. He even spotted Ron in the throng of students dancing in the center of the room. He was with Seamus and Dean and he looked like he was having a blast with a goofy smile on his face.

There were several professors patrolling around the perimeter of the room. Thankfully, it didn’t look like Lily was there. Harry remembered how wild the end of the ball had gotten last year and he certainly didn’t want his mother around for that.

“Come on,” Tracey laughed, tugging on Harry’s arm. “I want to dance.”

“Me too!” Daphne exclaimed, pulling his other arm forward.

Harry let himself be brought to the edge of the hoard of students in the middle of the Great Hall where Tracey and Daphne pulled him deeper in. They slipped past a few people until they managed to find a spot for themselves.

Immediately, Tracey gave Harry a sharp tug and forced him to face her. She threw her arms up and started shaking her hips as she danced to the beat of the music. Merlin, she looked gorgeous. Her hair jumped and bobbed with every movement, and every time she turned her hips the slits in her dress showed off more of her long legs.

Just as Harry went to move closer to Tracey, a hand grabbed his arm and spun him around. It was Daphne and showed off her perfect white teeth as she smiled at him. Her arms were above her head and she pressed her ample chest against him as she danced. Harry’s hands found their way to her hips and he held onto her as he danced with her.

He only managed a few dozen seconds before he was spun back around and Tracey pressed her ass up against his crotch. With her arms stretched out in front of her, Harry was treated to a wonderful view of her bare, toned back. He ran a hand down her smooth skin, causing goosebumps to pop up as he went. Behind him, Harry felt Daphne press her own butt against his. She wiggled against him and a bubble of laughter came out of his lips. Daphne winked at him when he glanced back at her and went back to singing loudly along to the song.

Tracey’s fingers interlocked with Harry’s as he spun her around towards him. Just as Harry was about to get Tracey close to him again, she slipped around behind him and let go of his hand. Tracey ended up right beside Daphne and the two women started dancing together, smiling and laughing the whole time.

The evening continued on like that for a while. The three of them danced until the Weird Sisters finished their set and were replaced by a more traditional orchestral band that played some calmer and slower songs for everyone. Plenty of students filtered to the various tables around the room, sitting down to feast on all of the delicious foods prepared by the house-elves.

Harry, Tracey, and Daphne found Ron over by one of the drinks tables talking with Hermione and Draco. “Hey, mate!” Ron waved at Harry when he noticed him approaching. “Someone spiked the drinks.”

“Ooh!” Tracey rushed forward with a laugh as she quickly helped herself to a glass of a sparkling green drink. She took a sip and let out a moan of delight. “Elderflower wine and sweet Italian vermouth mixed into this apple cordial. Someone has good taste.”

“Harry,” Ron grinned, “you wouldn’t believe how many girls keep coming up to Hermione asking to dance with me. With so many seventh years having attendants, not many of the rest of us came with dates.”

Harry laughed. “So you get your pick of the lot, huh.”

“Exactly. And Hermione being, well, Hermione,” Ron flashed a smile over at her, “she organized a proper queue and set times for when I dance with different girls.”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders at Harry’s amused look. “It saves me and Draco from being interrupted every five minutes when we’re trying to dance. Speaking of which, it's almost time for you to dance with Lily Moon.”

“Right,” Ron nodded and quickly downed the rest of his drink. “Thanks again, ‘Mione.”

“Well, that went well,” Harry laughed as Ron strode off and Hermione sagged against the table.

“It's the most he’s spoken to me since this year started.” Hermione leaned back into Draco who wrapped his arms around her waist. “Merlin, I was so worried that it was going to be a lot worse than this.”

Daphne grabbed a couple of drinks off of the table and handed one to Harry. He took a sip and hit tongue felt like it was sparking with electricity as half a dozen flavours buzzed around in his mouth. The strange drink went down smoothly, warming his throat and stomach as it went. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” Harry replied.

“What?” Draco said, shooting a confused look between Harry and Hermione. Tracey and Daphne didn’t look any more clear on the meaning behind the idiom.

Hermione chuckled at his confusion. “Never mind,” she said, straightening herself back upright. “Let's go dance some more.”

As Draco and Hermione returned to the dance floor, Harry, Daphne, and Tracey took the opportunity to drink and rest for a bit.

“Look over there,” Tracey said after a few moments of comfortable silence, gesturing towards the far corner of the Great Hall.

Harry and Daphne looked over to see Lisa Turpin leaning back against the wall. They could see the lower body of Wayne Hopkins, Lisa’s attendant, sticking out from beneath her dress robes. Lisa was casually sipping away at her drink as Wayne shifted around beneath her dress. After seeing them around Hogwarts the past several months, Harry knew just how fond Lisa was of making her attendant go down on her.

“I guess it is starting to get to that point in the evening,” Daphne remarked. “You can already see some people leaving.”

Sure enough, a few couples were starting to trickle out of the Great Hall.

“Maybe we should get in another dance or two, while there’s still time,” Harry suggested to Tracey and Daphne.

Both girls nodded their confirmation and the three of them quickly finished their drinks before making their way to the dance floor. They arrived right as the final song ended and the orchestra started to pack up their instruments and make their way out. With a deft flick of her wand, Professor McGonagall summoned a dozen Wizarding Wireless sets which spread themselves throughout the room and started playing some upbeat music.

That change seemed to spark something in the assembled students as virtually everyone made their way back to the dance floor. Everyone was dancing along to the music, laughing, and having a good time as a couple of songs rolled by.

After a few songs, the professors waved their wands as one. The lights in the room dimmed slightly and a large crystal ball appeared hanging from the ceiling. Gentle blue lights reflected off of the ball, sending soft beams of light throughout the room making all of the icy decorations sparkle.

Harry had just pulled Daphne into his arms when he first heard the noise of flesh smacking against flesh. As he spun Daphne around, he spotted Megan bent over in the middle of the dance floor. Her dress robes were gone—just how Dean liked—and Dean was pumping his cock into her pussy to the beat of the music. Harry chuckled quietly under his breath. Of course they would be the ones to really start things off. Immediately, a seventh-year couple started going at it right beside Dean and Megan.

It didn’t take long for more people to start. At first, it was just the students with their attendants, but soon some of the normal students who just came with their dates started to get into it. Harry saw Seamus with his date Lavender on her knees in front of him sucking his cock.

So, this was the yearly tradition that Harry had only ever heard about before. All of the sixth and seventh years, all of whom were of age, finished off the Yule Ball with an orgy.

Harry had been so distracted looking around at the scenes unfolding in front of him that he didn’t even see Tracey hop up on a table behind. “Harry!” She called out.

Harry turned just in time to see Tracey sit down on the edge of the table and spread her legs out wide through the slits on the sides of her dress. She lifted the front red fabric of her dress, revealing her bare pussy to him.

Daphne threw her arms around Harry and pressed her large breasts against his back. “Go get a taste of her,” she whispered huskily into his ear.

With Daphne still holding on to him, the two walked forward towards Tracey. Without delay, Harry crouched down and stuck his face right in between Tracey’s thighs. She squealed in delight as Harry’s tongue ran up her slit and pressed against her clit. As Harry started pressing kisses against her inner thighs, Daphne dropped to the floor and slid herself beneath Harry’s legs. With him crouched down, Daphne was easily able to open his dress robes and unzip his trousers. His rapidly hardening cock was free in moments.

Daphne sat up and pressed her face right into Harry’s crotch, taking his cock all the way into her warm, moist mouth. It was an easy enough task without him being fully erect yet, but as Daphne’s tongue swirled around his shaft, Harry felt his cock expanding.

Tracey’s hands threaded through Harry’s messy hair as his tongue started to probe her pussy. Her cheeks flushed and she let out a low moan as he touched her, but her voice was lost amid the cacophony of sounds of pleasure coming from all of the sixth and seventh year students.

Glancing down, Harry noticed a thick blush on Daphne’s cheeks as she sucked on his cock. When she noticed him looking down at her, she avoided his gaze and started looking to either side. “Are you alright,” Harry asked her.

“It’s her first time doing anything like this in front of other people,” Tracey chimed in helpfully. She had pulled both of her breasts out through the sides of her dress and was palming both of them as she watched Harry lick her pussy.

“Don’t worry,” Harry smiled down at Daphne. “Trust me, everyone’s more concerned with what they have going on than what we’re doing. And if they do look over here, it’s only because you’re so gorgeous.”

Daphne’s blush turned an ever deeper shade of red but nevertheless she hummed around Harry’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

As Tracey’s wetness started to leak out of her pussy, Harry gently slid one of his fingers inside of her. He started slowly, loving the feeling of her walls clutching at his finger, and following the guidance of her body. His tongue continued to lap at her flowing juices along her labia and up to her clit. Tracey pushed forward with her hips, grinding against his face and finger as her body tightened up from the pleasure Harry was giving her.

“Merlin, I need you, Harry,” Tracey moaned. “I need you to fill me up with your cock.”

Tracey’s words sent shivers down Harry’s spine. Daphne heard them too and released Harry’s cock from her mouth with an audible pop. She slid back out from underneath his legs and clambered onto the table behind Tracey.

Daphne pulled out her wand and cast a simple transfiguration spell, morphing the ice sculpture on the center of the table into a large pillow she could recline against. A sticking charm ensured that it would stay in place.

Daphne’s legs were on either side of Tracey’s as she leaned back against the pillow. She put her arms around Tracey’s waist and helped her best friend lean back against her.

“I can’t be the only one with my tits out,” Tracey grinned as she looked up at Daphne’s face. Before the blond could react, Tracey grabbed the straps of Daphne’s dress and pulled them off of her shoulders. The v-cut to the front of Daphne’s dress opened up and her ample breasts were put on perfect display. “That’s better,” Tracey sighed as she wiggled her head in between them.

The aghast look of surprise on Daphne’s face and her quick inspection to see if anyone was watching them made Harry chuckle. “You’re being mean, Tracey,” he said.

“No, no,” Daphne said quickly. “It’s fine, just . . . new.”

“Believe me, there’s nothing like getting fucked while other people look on wishing they could be you, or that they could be the one fucking you,” Tracey told Daphne. She planted a kiss on Daphne’s left breast and ran her tongue up her nipple, making it harden.

“I can see the appeal,” Daphne said, still seeming a bit unsure of herself. “Maybe I’ll warm up to it.”

Seeing that things would only improve given time, Harry got to his feet and tossed off his outer dress robes onto the table beside his two attendants. His cock, already wet from Daphne’s mouth, poked Tracey’s thigh as he shuffled forward. Both girls watched with rapt attention as Harry took hold of his cock and pressed the tip up against Tracey’s opening. Tracey wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist as she waited for him to move.

Harry and Tracey both groaned as Harry sheathed himself inside of her in a single thrust. Tracey squirmed on the table, rubbing her cheek up against Daphne’s breasts. For her part, Daphne placed both of her hands on Tracey’s chest and started to gently massage her breasts. She pinched Tracey’s nipples softly in between her fingers as Tracey’s hands gripped the white tablecloth.

Harry reeled his hips back before thrusting forward quickly, filling up Tracey’s pussy again. It was a beautiful sight to see two pairs of breasts jiggle in tandem with his thrust into Tracey. Since Tracey was laying back against Daphne, every movement Harry made into Tracey was reflected on Daphne too. Daphne smiled up at him as another thrust made her body rattle against the pillow.

Just as Harry was starting to build up a pace, he saw Ron approaching them from the side. Harry slowed his movements, lazily sliding his cock back and forth in Tracey’s pussy as Ron neared them.

“Hey, Harry,” Ron said as he came to a stop a couple of feet away from the table. Harry could see that Ron was doing his best not to ogle Tracey and Daphne but it was a failing battle as his eyes kept glancing over at their exposed breasts.

“Ron,” Harry grunted as he pushed himself back inside of Tracey.

“Hi, Ron,” a moan escaped Tracey’s lips. Daphne merely blushed lightly under Ron’s gaze and nodded at him.

“Err, I’m going to head out now,” Ron said, scratching the back of his head. “Not much to do when everyone else is having sex and the only person I’m legally allowed to have it with is with him.” Ron gestured with his shoulder off to the side where Hermione was riding Draco’s cock.

Harry grimaced at him. “Yeah, makes sense, mate. I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, yeah?”

“Of course,” Ron grinned.

Just as Ron took a step to leave, Tracey let out a sharp moan. “Good night, Ron,” she called out, batting her eyelashes at him.

Ron stared openly at her beautiful body for a moment, watching as Daphne squeezed Tracey’s breasts in her fingers, before glancing nervously at Harry. “Right, yeah, good night,” he replied, quickly rushing off.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Daphne told Tracey.

“What? I just gave him some wank material for the rest of the night,” Tracey shrugged.

“It still wasn’t nice to tease him like that,” Harry said. “You should apologize to him tomorrow.”

“You’re right, I will,” Tracey replied.

“Good,” Harry grunted as he slammed his hips hard against Tracey’s.

A gust of air left Tracey’s lungs as Harry’s thick cock suddenly slammed into her. “Fuck!” She cried out.

“You love being such a damn tease, don’t you?” Harry asked Tracey as he gave another firm thrust into her pussy. Tracey moaned, her back arching upward, as Harry’s cock stretched her out. “Well?” Harry added, ramming himself inside of her.

Tracey’s legs quivered as Harry pounded into her pussy. “Yes,” she groaned. “I love it! But it's only your cock that I want!”

Daphne’s eyes widened at Harry and Tracey’s words. While dirty talk wasn’t uncommon when the three of them had sex, it was never shouted publicly like this. A few of the other couples looked over and watched as Harry lifted Tracey’s legs up into the air and leaned them against his left shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her legs, holding them firmly in place as he fucked her.

Harry groaned and his knees buckled as he drove his cock into Tracey. In this position, her pussy was so incredibly tight. Its burning heat felt like it was engulfing him as he slammed in and out of her. It was getting harder to pull out too. Tracey’s inner walls protested it each time he pulled his hips back and they coiled around his cock, trying to keep him buried deep inside of her.

“You’re turning into an absolute mess,” Daphne murmured down at Tracey. “Is he really fucking you that well?”

“Yes!” Tracey hissed. She gasped when Harry filled her up and stayed there with his hips pressed up against her. “Kiss me,” Tracey practically ordered Daphne.

Despite the awkward position, Daphne and Tracey made it work. Daphne spread her legs wider and leaned forward to position her head right above Tracey’s. Tracey met Daphne’s lips with her own, desperate with need. Tracey moaned wildly into Daphne’s mouth as Harry gently rubbed her clit with his fingers and Daphne kept on massaging her breasts.

Tracey’s pussy quivered around Harry’s cock, squeezing him and trying to coax out his cum, but Harry wasn’t planning to end things so soon. He held on, staying deep inside of Tracey and playing with her clit as she and Daphne kissed until they were breathless.

Finally Tracey’s back arched and her body seized as her orgasm ripped through her body. Harry held tightly onto her shaking legs and Daphne kept hold of Tracey’s breasts as she let out an almighty moan.

“Damn, Harry,” Harry heard Dean mutter from somewhere behind him.

More than a few people seemed to be enjoying the show. Harry spotted plenty of eyes glued to Tracey’s beautiful body as her chest heaved and she squirmed around in delight, and he even spotted a few hungry looks being sent his way from some of the women in the Great Hall. However, they all quickly returned to their own partners as Tracey’s body sagged back down against Daphne’s.

“Fuck,” Tracey breathed in deeply. Harry loved the sight of her heaving breasts. He let Tracey’s legs fall to either side of him and leaned forward to capture one of her breasts in his mouth. Tracey gave a quiet moan in between pants as Harry gently suckled on her breast.

“Merlin, I need you right now, Harry,” Daphne said, eyeing him up. “I want whatever the hell you just did to Tracey.”

“No, he’s mine,” Tracey muttered softly as she interlocked her ankles behind Harry’s back, desperate to keep his cock inside of her.

Harry chuckled. “There’ll be more for you later,” he told Tracey, planting a kiss on her breast.

With an exaggerated sigh, Tracey released him and Harry took a step back. His cock slid smoothly out of Tracey’s pussy, coated in her juices. “I’m too tired to move,” Tracey whinged.

“Fine by me,” Daphne said, slipping out from underneath Tracey. Daphne grabbed her dress and hiked it up around her waist before climbing on top of Tracey. With her knees braced against the edge of the table and her breasts mushed up against Tracey’s, Daphne presented her ass to Harry. Daphne wiggled back and forth, adjusting herself so that her pussy lay right above Tracey’s.

It was a beautiful sight by Harry’s estimation, and he couldn’t wait to get in there. His hands immediately latched onto Daphne’s plump ass as his cock poked against her entrance. Daphne’s pink lips spread apart as Harry sheathed his cock inside of her.

From the instant Harry pushed his cock inside of Daphne, her pussy tried to suck him in deeper and deeper. Her lips clung to his shaft tightly, trying to ensure that he couldn’t leave her. Daphne let out a satisfied moan as Harry’s cock stretched her pussy, making her feel delightfully full.

Harry’s cock throbbed inside of Daphne’s pussy. He felt so pent up as her walls pulsed around him. All he wanted to do was to fuck her as hard as could, as though his cock could reach some untold depths inside of her that would somehow make him feel even better than he already did. The sight of his two attendants on top of each other, the sides of their squished breasts poking out around their torsos, and Daphne’s plump ass beneath his hands did little to dissuade him of his desires.

Daphne let out a needy whine as Harry urged his hips backwards. Harry could see how her pink lips were wrapped perfectly around his cock, trying to stop his movements. Still, Daphne was too wet and it let Harry’s cock slide smoothly backwards before he thrust hard back inside.

Tracey and Daphne’s bodies both jiggled on the table as Harry slammed his hips forward. Harry heard the two women start to kiss as he made another thrust into Daphne’s pussy.

The entire environment of the Great Hall was just so intoxicating. The sounds of moans and groans, of flesh slapping against each other, and cries of passion were constant. Practically all of the sixth and seventh year students were clumped together around the dance floor and the nearby tables, though a few couples had split off to other parts of the hall for a bit more privacy. Anywhere Harry looked he saw people fucking, and that only made him hornier.

“Oh fuck, Harry,” Daphne cried out, panting as she broke her kiss with Tracey. “More!”

Harry laughed. “I thought you were nervous about other people seeing you like this?”

“Don’t care,” Daphne moaned as Harry filled her up again.

As Harry squeezed Daphne’s ass, he looked up just in time to see Cho Chang being flung onto the other side of the table by her attendant, Cormac McLaggen. The strong Gryffindor man was an absolute tool according to most, but Cho seemed to enjoy having him around. He grunted a greeting at Harry and eyed up the two women beneath him before he pressed his cock against Cho’s slit and pushed forward.

Maybe it was the added excitement of watching two people fuck just a few feet in front of him, or maybe it was because Daphne’s body felt so good, but Harry redoubled his efforts pumping his cock in and out of her pussy.

“Yes, Harry!” Daphne screamed into Tracey’s neck. “Fuck, your cock is so big.” She looked back at him, her mouth hung open and her eyes sparkled with unbridled lust. “Yes, yes, yes,” she muttered along in time with every thrust.

Daphne writhed on top of Tracey as Harry continued to stretch out her pussy. His hard pace kept the two women jiggling around on the table, looking absolutely delightful. Daphne’s continued pleading for egged Harry on. He was determined to make her feel just as good as Tracey had.

“Hey, Harry!”

Draco’s voice cut through the sounds of sex in the Great Hall. Harry craned his neck to see a naked Draco approaching, carrying Hermione in his arms. Hermione’s legs were wrapped around his waist and her dress was hiked up around her waist. Sure enough, as Draco laid Hermione down on the table beside Tracey and Daphne, Harry could see that his cock was stuck in Hermione’s pussy. Hermione’s face and exposed breasts were also covered with Draco’s cum.

“The ball is almost over,” Draco said to Harry, “and Hermione wanted to see if you and Tracey and Daphne wanted to get in any more dancing before the night was done.”

Harry looked around. Some of the sex had started to die down as people finished. There were a few people talking quietly and watching the assorted couples, while a few others had returned to dancing in various states of undress, but still the majority of the students were having sex. Harry looked at the great big clock on the wall which signaled that the ball was only set to last for another half hour or so before everyone was expected to leave.

“What do you think?” Harry asked Daphne, leaning over her and purposefully driving his cock deep into her pussy.

“I could do with some more dancing, but . . .” Daphne trailed off as she clenched her pussy around Harry’s cock. Harry let out a shuddering gasp as a burst of pleasure coursed through him.

“We could always do both,” Hermione suddenly spoke up. “Draco, help me out of my dress.”

Hermione’s dress was barely covering anything anyway. It had been pooled around her waist so it was easy for her to slip out of. Draco reluctantly had to pull out of her to let her get the dress off.

“You too,” Hermione said to Daphne, tugging at the girl’s dress around her waist.

Groaning at the loss of Harry’s cock leaving her, Daphne acquiesced and let Hermione slip her dress off of her. “Are you coming too, Tracey?”

The poor brunette looked absolutely exhausted laying on the table like that. “You four go on, I’ll be there in a bit,” she waved them on.

“Come on,” Hermione said, grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him a few feet away towards the center of the dance floor.

Harry and Daphne followed along quickly behind. Daphne shivered, pressing herself against Harry’s side. The four of them entered into the center of the dance floor where three dozen students were dancing or fucking. They ended up in between Sally-Anne Perks and her date, Roger Malone, who were busy making out and Theodore Nott and his attendant, Mandy Brocklehurst.

The moderately-fast beat of the blasting music gave Harry, Daphne, Hermione, and Draco a good place to start. Immediately, Harry’s hands dropped to Daphne’s waist as they started to dance together. Hermione and Draco moved smoothly to the beat as Draco twirled Hermione around before pulling her tight up against his body.

Though Hermione and Draco had invited them to dance, it was clear that it wasn’t meant to last for more than a song. As the next song came on and tempo increased, Hermione turned away from Draco and started to grind her ass against him. There was a rumble deep in Draco’s chest as he grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin and leaving imprints, and pressed himself against her.

As soon as Daphne saw what Hermione and Draco were getting up to, she too decided to give up the pretense of dance and instead went after what she really wanted. Mirroring Hermione’s actions on Draco, Daphne started to grind her plump ass against Harry’s exposed cock. Arching her back, Daphne reached back for Harry’s cock and took a firm hold of it. In one smooth motion, Daphne bent forward and impaled herself on Harry’s cock.

Feeling Daphne’s tight, hot pussy around his cock again lit a fire under Harry. He held onto her hips as he slammed into her. Not ones to be outdone, Draco angled himself against Hermione’s entrance and she let out a long moan as she sank down on his cock.

There, right in front of each other, the two couples fucked. There was no need to take it slow as they had all been fucking just minutes prior. Harry and Draco thrust into their partners in time with the music, and all four of them lost themselves to their pleasure.

It didn’t take long before the force of their thrusts pushed the two couples towards each other. “Lean on me,” Hermione told Daphne.

All modesty gone, Daphne nodded her head. The two women bent forward slightly and braced themselves against each other. They both held onto each other’s arms as their breasts pressed up against each other.

Harry groaned as Hermione looked at him while he was pounding into Daphne’s pussy. Between the tight sensation of her inner walls and the looks of his lusty expressions on his best friend’s cum-covered face, Harry was quickly losing his composure. The same could be said of Daphne whose knees shook as Harry’s balls bounced off of her clit.

“Fuck,” Daphne groaned. Her pussy was fluttering around Harry’s cock—a definite sign that she was close to her orgasm.

“Hang on,” Harry told her. The night was about to be over and he wanted to finish with Daphne. He just needed a bit more to push himself over the edge.

“Draco!” Hermione suddenly screamed. Her face screwed up in pleasure and her body shook as her orgasm hit her. Within a second, Draco let out his own groan of pleasure as he came inside of Hermione’s pussy.

Draco had to wrap his arms around Hermione’s waist to stop her from collapsing. Overcome by pleasure, Hermione let go of Daphne and slumped back against Draco. Daphne pitched forward, but Harry caught her by grabbing both of her wrists with his hands. He pulled her arms back towards him, unintentionally pulling her entire body back against him and driving his cock as deep as it could go inside of her pussy.

Daphne screamed in pleasure as Harry filled her up. Her sounds were like music to Harry’s ears. “Bend over,” he ordered her. Daphne did her best to bend forward, trusting in Harry to keep her upright with his hold on her arms. Harry kept a tight grip as he went back to pounding into her pussy.

Draco and Hermione both collapsed to the ground, satisfied but exhausted. They snuggled up beside each other and watched as Harry railed Daphne from behind.

“Oh, Merlin!” Daphne was turning into a mess as Harry fucked her hard. Her eyes were shut tight as she succumbed to the pleasure. Her mouth hung open as a steady stream of moans escaped from her.

Harry’s cock felt like it was on fire as it plunged into her depths. He could feel himself growing closer to his orgasm, and with every thrust his heavy balls struck Daphne’s clit.

Finally, Harry gave a mighty yank on Daphne’s arms, forcing her upper body to straighten and press back against his chest, and slammed his hips against her ass. Harry’s cock pulsed and then spurted out a thick jet of cum deep inside of Daphne’s pussy.

It was easily enough to set Daphne off too. Her pussy clenched around Harry’s cock, trying to milk out every drop of his cum. Daphne’s back arched off of Harry’s chest, and he had to let go of one of her arms and grab onto her large breast just to keep her in place as their mutual pleasure threatened to overwhelm them.

With a satisfied groan, Harry stumbled backwards with his cock still buried in Daphne. “Here, sit down,” Tracey’s soft voice said from behind him, and Harry happily collapsed back onto the provided chair. Daphne settled on his lap and squirmed against him, enjoying being wrapped up in his embrace.

“Thanks, Tracey,” Harry gave her a weak smile as the physical toll of the dancing and sex finally hit his body.

“Don’t worry about it,” she grinned. “Besides, now I get one of my favourite parts.”

Tracey dropped to her knees in front of Harry and Daphne and spread both of their legs apart. Harry’s cock was still deep inside of Daphne’s pussy, but some of her juices and his cum were leaking out around Daphne’s lips which were tightly wrapped around his shaft. As eager as ever, Tracey dove in with her tongue, lapping up all of the exposed fluids.

“I love you both, so much,” Harry sighed happily.

“We know,” Tracey replied. “And we love you just as much.”

Daphne craned her neck to kiss Harry. “I love you, both of you,” she added, flashing a look down at Tracey. Tracey smiled back up at Daphne and rewarded her by pursing her lips around Daphne’s clit and gently sucking on it.

Slowly, the lights in the room started to grow brighter. “All right, time to head back to your rooms!” Professor Flitwick’s voice called out.

Harry helped Daphne up. As Harry’s cock slid out of her pussy, Tracey latched her mouth onto her slit and greedily accepted all of Harry’s cum as it dripped out of Daphne. After giving her a few more licks, Tracey moved over to Harry. She eagerly wrapped her lips around Harry’s cock and took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, licking him clean.

Harry and Tracey both got to their feet and followed Daphne over to the table they had been at before. Cho was still laying down on the opposite side of it. She had cum splattered all across her body from the very tired looking Cormac.

Tracey helped Daphne back into her dress and the two women made themselves look presentable enough to walk back through the halls of Hogwarts. Harry fixed himself up too and watched as Hermione and Draco both walked over, having gotten dressed themselves.

“What a night,” Hermione said, raising her arms above her head and giving a satisfied sigh as she stretched.

“It really was something great,” Harry grinned.

“I can’t wait until next year’s,” Draco agreed.

Together, Harry, Tracey, Daphne, Hermione, and Draco all made their way out of the Great Hall along with all of the other sixth and seventh year students. Everyone started to splinter off as students returned to their houses, and those with attendants went towards their rooms. The five of them made their way back up to the seventh floor where they said their goodnights and retired to their respective rooms.

As Harry slipped into bed with Tracey on his right and Daphne on his left, he sighed again, feeling utterly content and happy. Tonight had been lovely, and while parting over the Christmas holidays would be difficult, he couldn’t wait to see them at Sirius’ Christmas party.

Chapter 20

The Christmas holidays were always Harry’s favourite time of year. With his parents busy work schedules throughout the year and Harry’s attendance at Hogwarts, he had precious little time to spend with his family every year. Christmas was the only constant which guaranteed at least a couple of unbroken weeks for the Potters to spend time together.

Lily loved Christmas, as did James. James had grown up with the typical pureblood Yule celebrations instead of Christmas—something which Lily was aghast to hear—but he had grown a special fondness for the muggle holiday. While gift-giving was a staple of Yule celebrations, the decorations and showmanship of Christmas were quite a bit more cheery and bright.

And so it was that the Potter household was practically littered with Christmas decorations. James had gone all out. Green garlands curled along the banisters, tinsel stretched out along the walls, countless decorations covered every available surface, and a beautiful Christmas tree sat right in the living room.

Harry practically ran down the stairs as he tugged at his new robes. The bottle green robes had been an early present from Hermione who insisted that Tracey and Daphne would love it on him. He did have to admit that he thought he looked rather dashing in them. He had long since learned from Lily’s fashion sense that green robes highlighted his eyes pleasantly.

“Slow down there,” James chuckled at Harry as he grabbed the banister at the bottom of the staircase and swung himself into the living room.

Harry grinned at his father. “Not today. I haven’t seen Tracey or Daphne in over two weeks!” It sounded childish the way he said it, as though the two weeks had been equivalent to a lifetime. In some ways it had been though. Harry’s entire life changed after these two wonderful women entered it. He could never have imagined just how happy they would have made him, and how much it had hurt to be away from them.

“Two weeks,” Lily gasped as she too came down the stairs. She was wearing maroon robes with gold accents, matching James’ robes perfectly. A playful smile tugged at her lips. “How ever did you survive?”

“Don’t be too hard on him, Lily,” James chuckled as he swept his wife into his arms. “Don’t you remember the evening after our last exams were done and you took me down to the broom closet on the fourth floor and-”

“That’s enough!” Lily exclaimed and quickly planted her lips on James’ to stop him from speaking. James chuckled as he kissed his wife back. “We should get going, we don’t want to make Harry wait too long.”

James winked at Harry as he pulled away from his wife. Harry rolled his eyes at him but couldn’t help but smile at his father’s antics. He loved to tease Lily so much. It was heartwarming to see how much his parents cared about each other after so many years together. Harry hoped that he and Tracey and Daphne would be like that.

Holding Lily as his side, James clasped his hand on Harry’s shoulder and side-along apparated the three of them off to Sirius’ home, Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

They landed in the long entrance hallway on the ground floor of Sirius’ home. Upon taking in their surroundings, Harry couldn’t help but guffaw at what his godfather had pulled off this time.

It was well known that Sirius despised the ancestral Black family home. His childhood here hadn’t been a happy one. However, after the death of his parents, he had decided that it was time to make some good memories here. Of course, this often meant that Sirius did whatever he could to dismantle the stuffy, prim and proper aesthetic his family had established in order to liven things up a bit.

“Is that Rudolph?” Lily laughed, leaning forward to examine the fresh wallpaper.

It was! All of the paintings had been taken off the wall and a layer of Christmas-y wallpaper had been slathered on the walls. It was an eclectic mishmash of various different wallpapers which clashed horribly with one another.

“Of course it is my dear Lily,” Sirius grinned as he rounded the corner into the hallway. “I figured it was time to liven things up in here. You know, get in the Christmas spirit and all that.”

James snorted. “And I’m sure your mother appreciates it.”

“Let’s ask her, shall we?” Sirius stepped over to maroon-coloured curtain hanging in front of one of the walls and pulled it to the side. Harry’s eyes widened as he saw the red face of Sirius’ mother, Walburga Black, screaming silently. She started pointing her fingers at the newcomers and glared at Sirius as she continued to yell.

“I do need to thank you again for finding the spell that would keep her quiet Lily,” Sirius said, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “Now if only we could find a way to get rid of the portrait entirely.”

“We should just take the wall down with sledgehammers like I’ve been suggesting for years now,” James grinned at the thought.

Sirius glowered at the portrait. “I would if it wasn’t a load-bearing wall. And the fact that it would take weeks to reorganize the runes keeping this house running.”

Sirius closed the curtain back over his mother’s portrait and brought the cheery look back onto his face. “Lets not worry about her today. Come on, there’s a few people already here.” Sirius turned to look at Harry and wiggled his eyebrows at him. “Including one young lady who’s been dying to see you.”

That was all it took for Harry to rush past his chuckling parents and towards the drawing room where he knew the party was being held.

Harry threw the double doors open to the large room and stepped inside. Snow was falling gently from the ceiling, disappearing into nothingness a few feet above everyone’s heads. Harry was busy scanning everyone in the room when he was suddenly tackled from the side.

“Harry!”

Harry laughed as he landed on the floor with Tracey on top of him. He could hear a few people laughing in the room but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was back beside Tracey again.

His brunette attendant peppered his face with kisses until Harry grabbed her chin and brought her lips to his. He had forgotten how soft they were. Harry and Tracey kissed each other deeply far longer than was appropriate. Eventually though, they had to break apart for some air.

Tracey brushed back her glossy hair and beamed down at him. She was dressed in stunning green and white robes that clung to her body nicely. A couple of little snowflake earrings dangled from her ears, swinging lightly as Tracey leaned down to give him another kiss.

“Harry,” the amused voice of Edward Davis sounded from behind Tracey. Harry peered around her to see Edward looking down at them with a small smile on his lips.

Despite the relationship Edward knew he was in with Tracey, Harry still blushed regardless. Thankfully, Tracey took pity on him and let him get to his feet so that he could shake her father’s hand.

“Just don’t expect the same time of greeting from me,” Edward chuckled as Tracey leaned against Harry’s side.

Harry laughed, trying to defuse the nervousness inside of him. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Two witches are more than enough for me.”

Tracey flashed a brilliant smile up at Harry. “Let's go sit so we can talk more. Dad has an idea he wants to run by you.”

Harry nodded and let himself be led deeper into the drawing room. There were several couches and chairs spread around for people to sit down, as well as several floating trays covered with small bite-sized snacks and various festive drinks. The only other guests here so far were the Weasley clan who were spread around the room.

“Hey mate,” Ron smiled as he came over to give Harry a one-armed hug. “How are you doing?”

Harry glanced at Tracey out of the corner of his eye. “Never been better.”

Tracey snorted and muttered “so cheesy,” but pressed herself tighter against his side regardless. “Sorry Ron, my dad just needs to talk to Harry about something quick.”

“No worries,” Ron replied. “I’ll be around so just come by later when you’re free, yeah?”

“Definitely,” Harry grinned.

Harry, Tracey, and Edward walked to the back of the room and found a private little nook with two chairs to sit down on. Just as Harry sat down, Tracey dropped herself onto his lap and leaned back against his chest. At his questioning look she simply batted her eyelashes up at him and kissed his jawline before snuggling up comfortably against him.

Edward gave the couple a wistful smile as he sat down across from them. “When my wife Olive was still alive, she was always doing things like that to me,” he said, gesturing at Tracey. “She seemed hellbent on getting her father to wring my neck out.”

Harry cleared his throat. “I’m mighty happy that you haven’t done that to me yet, sir,” he said with his best nervous voice.

When Harry cracked a joking smile, Edward let out a loud belly laugh. “I could never do that to you, Harry. I’ve seen how much Tracey cares for you, and you for her. But never mind that, I had something I wanted to go over with you.”

“Don’t start without me!” Sirius exclaimed, suddenly rushing into the room. He sprinted over to Harry, Tracey, and Edward, snatching a chair from another table as he ran, and plopped himself down in between them. “I want to be the one to share the great news.”

Harry frowned. What great news could he be talking about? He glanced down at Tracey but she seemed just as out of the loop as he was.

Edward chuckled and bobbed his head up and down. “All right, Sirius, go ahead then.” He settled back into his seat and took a long sip of his tea as he eagerly awaited the proceedings.

Sirius grinned and scooted his chair forward. “Well, as we all know, you and Daphne are going to be signing your marriage contract soon.”

Harry nodded. They were. According to the agreement he and Daphne made with her mother, Anastasia, they had to sign a marriage contract by the end of the year. Seeing as it was Christmas Day, they only had a few days left to sign the marriage contract. It had been drawn up by both family’s solicitors several weeks ago. Still, neither Harry or Daphne has signed it yet.

They both knew that they needed to sign it. It was the only way forward for them. They had made this agreement with Anastasia in order to end the court case Daphne’s father had started. Just as Anastasia wanted, it would give Daphne all the rights and protections she felt her daughter deserved, even if Daphne herself didn’t think they were necessary. Still, Harry understood where Anastasia’s anxiety was coming from. After being married to her horrible husband for years, she just wanted some peace of mind that her daughter would never end up in the same situation.

But none of this helped to solve the unspoken awkwardness that had slowly sprung up between Harry, Daphne, and Tracey.

Tracey had agreed to the marriage contract even though they all knew that she wanted to marry Harry too. They were each other’s firsts after all. Months before Daphne grew to care for Harry, Tracey had already been by his side.

Every time the marriage contract came up, all of them felt their moods dim a bit. It was an unfortunate situation that wasn’t any of their faults, but that didn’t erase the strain it caused.

Tracey hummed softly, drawing Harry’s attention. She was smiling lightly up at him but he could see the sadness that tinged her visage. She ran her hand reassuringly up and down his arm.

“Don’t get sad before I’ve even finished,” Sirius interjected. “This is good news.”

“Very good news,” Edward chimed in.

“Alright, what is it then?” Harry asked as he tightened his grip around Tracey’s waist.

Sirius grinned and leaned forward until his face was just a few inches away from Harry’s. “I’m officially naming you the heir to the Black family!”

Harry barely heard Tracey’s gasp over the myriad of thoughts that swirled through his head at his godfather’s proclamation. He couldn’t be the heir to the Black family and the Potter family at the same time, could he? Harry had to admit, he wasn’t the most well-versed in Wizarding law, but he knew this much at least. Everyone knew that if a family died without an heir, the title of Lord or Lady of the family went to the next closest blood relative who was not already an heir or lord or lady.

But from the looks on Sirius and Edward’s beaming faces, there must be a loophole somewhere.

“How?” Harry asked, willing to give them their moment.

“This was all thanks to Edward,” Sirius gestured over to the other man. “He is an absolute genius in the archives at the Ministry.”

Edward grinned a little smugly. “It took some digging, but I discovered an old law from 1363 which was never repealed. It was created specifically for a lord who wished to take on several wives. The law states that a lord can marry a different woman for each title he has.”

“It was from a time when having multiple wives wasn’t necessarily looked down upon, but the magical community wanted to make sure each wife was treated relatively equally,” Sirius added. “When the Ministry of Magic formed and replaced the Wizard’s Council, they kept almost all of the old laws. They repealed the law that allowed for multiple wives, but they must have left this one in since it was virtually null and void.”

“But now with the Attendants Program being enshrined in law, this old law should justify your ability to marry Tracey!” Edward exclaimed with a laugh.

Harry and Tracey both looked at each other. He could see the hope in their eyes, but they both noticed the glaring flaw in the explanation. “But that law doesn’t say that I can be the heir to two houses at once,” Harry said regretfully. “Isn’t that against the law?”

“I thought the same,” Edward hurriedly explained. “But then I looked into similar cases where someone had the opportunity to become the heir to two houses. As it turns out, there is a rarely cited statute which allows for it if the next closest available blood relative is more than three steps away from the current lord.”

“My cousin Andromeda was cast out of the family, Narcissa is the Lady Malfoy, Draco is an attendant to Hermione and, therefore, unable to take another wife, and Bellatrix, well, she’s locked up for life in Azkaban. There’s no one else that’s close enough to challenge the ruling. Though we aren’t closely related by blood, you are still my godson and that has significance in the magical world. The Wizengamot will respect the decision to name you as my heir, as they have in the past,” Sirius told Harry with a smile. “It will take a few months to get the paperwork through the Ministry, but once it’s done you’ll be my heir.”

“In short,” Edward coughed, “you should be in the clear to marry Tracey and make her the Lady Black. I wish she could keep the Davis name but our line hasn’t been around long enough to be afforded the Ancient and Noble titles needed to fit the criteria of this law.”

Harry felt hope bloom in his chest and a stupid grin come across his face. Tracey met his look with one equally filled with love. “That’s-” Harry began.

“Amazing!” Daphne exclaimed as she threw her arms around Harry and Tracey from behind them. Her blond hair filled Harry’s vision as she wedged her head in between Harry and Tracey and squeezed them both tightly.

“Daphne, please,” Tracey managed to get out.

With an unusually sheepish smile, Daphne released them and took a couple steps back. “Sorry,” she said, brushing out a crease in her ruby red robes.

Without pausing, Tracey tilted her head down and kissed Harry quickly. “I can’t believe that we can get married,” she admitted. “It’ll be wonderful, just like your wedding to Daphne will be.”

“They’ll both be perfect,” Harry replied, taking his turn to lean up and give Tracey a kiss.

With that, Tracey leapt up from Harry’s lap and rushed around to wrap Daphne in a tight embrace. Harry stayed seated, watching them with a happy smile on his face. The two women were murmuring back and forth to one another as they held each other close. The idea of getting married to only one of them had been something eating away at them for a while now. Although they all knew that they loved each other dearly, it was impossible to completely remove any envy from the unfortunate situation. Now, Tracey didn’t have to feel left out and Harry and Daphne didn’t have to feel like they were making Tracey feel like a third wheel in the relationship.

“Be sure to treat both of them well,” Edward said, catching Harry’s attention. “They love you and each other dearly. It’s hard enough to manage a single woman in your life. I don’t envy the work you’ll have to do to keep both of them happy, but I know that if anyone is capable of it, it’s you Harry.”

“Of course,” Harry nodded. “I’ll do everything I can to love both of them with all my heart.”

Edward smiled, sagging back in his chair a little in relief. “That does more than you can know to ease my worry.”

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The Christmas festivities came into full swing as the last guests arrived. Naturally, everyone heard about the wonderful news Edward and Sirius told Harry and Tracey about earlier. The drawing room was filled with everyone: the Potters, Davis’s, Greengrass’s, Weasleys, Lupins, and Sirius himself.

“Being a Potions Mistress is hard but rewarding work,” Lily smiled at Daphne as took another sip of her drink. Lily turned her head to the side. “Daphne is easily the most promising student I’ve seen in the last few years.”

Anastasia nodded her head tightly, still looking like she felt a bit out of place at this intimate but boisterous gathering. She scanned the room, looking over at her youngest daughter, Astoria, who was busy playing a game of exploding snap with the twin Weasley boys near the back of the large room. Once she was sure that Astoria was still fine, she turned her attention back to Lily and Daphne. “I know that my daughter would do well at anything she applies herself to.”

“And this is what I want to do,” Daphne told her mother. “Mrs. Potter has offered me an apprenticeship, pending my N.E.W.T. results of course.”

“I don’t expect there to be any trouble there,” Lily chimed in. “Your theoretical knowledge is second to none in your year, and your practical skills are right up there too.”

Daphne blushed lightly under the praise. She knew that not even Hermione could match her theoretical knowledge of potions; it had been an avid interest of study for her ever since she was young. Unfortunately, both Harry, Draco, and Hermione all seemed to excel at the practical side of potions making just as much as Daphne did.

“Thank you for keeping an eye on my daughter,” Anastasia said suddenly. “And for ensuring that she has a bright future ahead of her.”

Daphne was a little surprised at the comment, but not completely thrown off. The two weeks she had spent back at home had been very enlightening for her. Daphne and her mum had many heart-to-heart talks over late nights by the fire. Anastasia had admitted how terribly she felt for essentially abandoning her daughters to Cygnus’ will for so many years and for not looking after them as she felt she should have. They had been difficult but necessary talks. A good step on the road to reconciliation. Even if Anastasia could still be a little cold and distant at times, these last two weeks had brought them closer together than they ever had been.

“Of course,” Lily waved Anastasia off. “I try to do my best to help all of my students. Besides, what kind of mother-in-law would I be if I didn’t help my son’s future wife?”

Though Daphne brightened up immeasurably at Lily’s comment, she could see the dark shadow pass over her mother’s face. She still wasn’t sure about Harry. Daphne wasn’t sure if Anastasia ever would be. The constant lying, domineering, and controlling from Cyrus had jaded her towards most men, especially when it came to their behaviors in relationships. She worried after Daphne’s wellbeing fiercely, even though Harry had never been cruel to her.

At least she didn’t say anything about Harry aloud. Daphne hadn’t tolerated any of her mother’s snide comments when she had been back at home.

“Yes, in fact,” Anastasia said, quickly reaching into her robes. She quickly fished out a bound scroll and passed it over to Lily. “I have the engagement contract right here. James and I each have our respective copies. This is the one Daphne and Harry will have to sign.”

Lily took the copy in hand, shooting Daphne a curious look. “Here,” Lily said, sliding closer to Daphne’s side. There, she unfurled the parchment and held it open so that the two of them could look at it together.

The first few lines were standard marriage contract jargon: establishing terms and parties in a painfully dry manner. Then it moved on towards terms. The first set focused on protections for Daphne. Undoubtedly, her mum wanted those front and center. A brief flare of frustration coursed through Daphne as she looked over all the different scenarios she may need protection for. Harry would never do any of those things to her.

Daphne’s gaze briefly fluttered upwards towards her mother, intent on making her displeasure known. Instead, Daphne paused as she saw the envious look on her mother’s face. It only took a moment for Daphne to piece it together. Anastasia was envious of the closeness between Daphne and Lily.

Daphne quickly averted her gaze back down to the contract.

It had been one of the main things her mum had regretted, according to her. The missing closeness between mother and daughter. Daphne still didn’t feel completely comfortable around her mum, especially when it came to matters about their family or her relationship with Harry. But still, they both wanted to be closer to one another. Seeing Daphne and Lily pressed hip to hip as they looked over this contract must be something her mum wished she could do with her.

Well, maybe she shouldn’t have sat back and let Cyrus be such a terrible father.

No, Daphne breathed in deeply. She couldn’t blame her mother for that, not entirely anyway. Abuse was a tricky thing to work through. Besides, that was all in the past now.

“Does this all look fine to you, Daphne?” Lily asked her gently.

Daphne grimaced, realizing that she hadn’t actually finished reading the contract at all. “I’d like to read through it one more time, just to be sure,” Daphne lied.

Lily smiled at her and nodded her head. “A very wise thing to do.”

“Indeed,” Anastasia added.

Lily handed over the parchment to Daphne and let her read through it at her leisure. This time, Daphne didn’t let her thoughts distract her and instead focused on the specific wordage of the contract.

Everything seemed fairly mundane and standard. They would be engaged in name only as the attendant contract wouldn’t allow any other magical contract to supersede it in the eyes of the Ministry. However, on the precise five-year anniversary of Daphne being an attendant for Harry, the attendant contract would be bought out with funds from the Potter vault. In exchange, the Greengrass family would provide a dowry gift of exactly half the cost of buying out the attendant contract to the Potter family on the day of Harry and Daphne’s wedding. The date that they would be married was flexible, but it had to be done within five years of this contract being signed. In short, that gave them a little under four months after the attendant contract was bought out to get married.

Beyond that, most of the details within the contract provided financial and personal protections for both parties. Daphne’s personal safety had far more clauses than Harry had, but there was nothing egregious within. Overall, it seemed a fine contract, albeit less romantic than Daphne would have hoped for. The idea of an engagement coming down to a contract like this was disappointing to say the least, but it was the agreement that she and Harry had come to with her mother.

Once she was finished, Daphne rolled the contract back up. “It looks fine to me.”

“Good,” Anastasia let out a slight smile.

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“Do you think Daphne’s doing okay?” Harry asked Tracey.

Tracey craned her neck back, looking over at the trio of women sitting by the fireplace. “Yeah,” Tracey answered after a minute. “She’s just a bit lost in thought at the moment.”

“It’s mental how you can tell what’s going on in her mind like that,” Ron commented as he moved his rook to G1.

Tracey shrugged as she returned her attention to the game. “I’ve been best friends with her since we were kids. It’s hard not to be able to tell what’s going on with each other. That’s check by the way,” she added as she slid her dark-square bishop to A2.

Ron grinned at her. “I know,” he replied, sliding his king over to A1. “You lose in three moves by the way.”

Tracey scowled as she examined the board closely. “If Ron says he’s got you beat, he’s got you beat,” Harry said as he teasingly poked Tracey’s side. She swiped his finger away and went back to figuring out a way out of the trouble she found herself in.

“So,” Ron leaned back, obviously feeling relaxed with the game well in hand. “Have you got plans for the summer yet, Harry?”

Harry shook his head. “Though, it probably involves my two fiancées.”

“I wouldn’t get too far ahead of yourself,” Tracey told Harry. “You still haven’t proposed yet.”

“Right,” Harry dragged the word out.

Ron snorted. “Guess you’ve got some planning to do.”

“I expect it to be over the top, yet tasteful,” Tracey smiled menacingly at Harry. “And if Daphne and I don’t approve, we’ll just have to find better company elsewhere.”

Harry paused in thought for a moment. “I should probably propose to Daphne too, huh.”

“Come on Harry,” Ron sighed. “Even I know that. Just because you’re getting a marriage contract doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t make it special for her.”

Tracey snorted at that, before laughing loudly at the annoyed look on Harry’s face. “All right, Ron, you win,” she managed to get out in between fits of laughter.

“Yes!” Ron exclaimed, quickly resetting the board. “Now, who’s up for another game?”

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Supper was a tremendous affair with a delicious roast, yorkies, parsnips and carrots, mashed potatoes, brussel sprouts with chestnuts, and red cabbage. The meal was followed with a classic oversized yule log and strawberry trifle. Everyone had their fill and then the evening shifted back to a more relaxing atmosphere as everyone sat back in the drawing room to rest and catch up.

However, three of the guests were conspicuously absent.

Up above, on the roof of 12 Grimmauld Place amongst the growing magical plants and beneath the growing moon and light snowfall, Harry, Tracey, and Daphne all stood together taking in the sights.

“I’m really happy you both came here for Christmas,” Harry smiled at them. “I can safely say that this has been my best Christmas yet.”

“Oh Harry, you say the sweetest things,” Tracey teased him and pretended to swoon, making Daphne snort.

“I’m serious,” Harry laughed. “Look, I just want the two of you to know just how much I love you both.”

“We know,” Tracey said at the same time as Daphne said “We love you too.”

Harry rolled his eyes and the two girls dissolved into giggles. “Merlin, how am I going to put up with the two of you?”

“I figure the sex makes up for a lot,” Tracey shrugged.

“You’re not wrong on that,” Daphne agreed.

“I can’t wait to be back at Hogwarts again,” Harry sighed. At the looks the two girls were giving him, he snorted. “No, not that. Well, not entirely that. I’m just looking forward to a calm semester.”

“We are too,” Tracey said and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Before she could retreat, Harry leaned in and kissed Tracey deeply. The brunette was caught off guard but eventually melted into the kiss. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Tracey replied dreamily. She took a couple steps back and leaned back against the half-wall that ran around the length of the roof.

“Where’s my kiss?” Daphne pouted, looking at Harry with faux anger.

Harry beamed at her. “Right here.”

With a swift and smooth motion, Harry pulled out a tiny box from within his robes and dropped to one knee. From the side, he heard Tracey gasp. In front of him though, Daphne almost froze up. Her eyes widened and her breathing stalled for a second.

“Daphne,” Harry began, “I know we’ve only been together for a little while, but I know that you are one of the two women I want to be by my side for the rest of my life. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?” With that, he opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver ring with a glimmering ruby in the center, surrounded by tiny diamonds.

“But . . . the contract,” Daphne stammered out.

“Just because we have the contract doesn’t mean I can’t actually propose to you,” Harry smiled.

“I- yes, of course, I’ll marry you,” Daphne laughed and rushed forward to crush her lips against Harry’s.

As the pair kissed, Harry could hear Tracey’s wistful sigh coming from the side. One day, he’d propose to her too, but tonight was all about Daphne.

Without breaking the kiss, Harry and Daphne both stood up. Harry slipped the ring out of the box and held it, waiting for the kiss to end. When it did several seconds later, Daphne breathlessly held out her hand for Harry to slip the ring on to.

“It’s beautiful,” Daphne said, holding the ring up to look at it.

“A little bit of Gryffindor with the red, a little Slytherin with the silver,” Harry pointed out. “And once we get married, you’ll have the Potter family ring to go along with it.”

“Harry and Daphne Potter,” Daphne grinned. “It’s perfect,” she said and leaned in to give Harry another kiss. “And then one day it’ll be Harry and Tracey Black. The three of us together.”

Tracey had been watching happily from the sidelines, but at the mention of her name, she rushed forward too and enveloped the pair in a big hug. “I’m so happy for you two.”

“For all of us,” Harry corrected.

Daphne nodded her head emphatically. “We’re a group package. You’re just as much a part of our relationship as I am with yours and Harry’s.”

Tracey smiled. “I’m glad.”

Daphne leaned forward and gave Tracey a gentle kiss. Then, once they broke apart, Harry leaned over and gave Tracey a kiss too.

“Now let's get back inside,” Harry said as Tracey pulled back. His eyes shifted over to Daphne. “We’ve got a contract to sign.”

Chapter 21

The impending return to Hogwarts was boring to say the least, but Harry was happy that it was that way. The turbulence in his life during the first semester had plenty of ups and downs, and now he was ready for some stability again.

The brilliant scarlet-coloured Hogwarts Express was waiting at Platform 9 3/4 for the arriving students. Hundreds of them swarmed the platform, saying goodbyes to loved ones and reconnecting with their dear friends. James and Lily had both said their goodbyes earlier in the day as Lily simply took the floo to Hogwarts and James had to leave early for his job. So, without delay, Harry hurried onto the train.

Starting from the front of the train, Harry made his way down, looking for his two attendants. Surprisingly, nearly every compartment was full. Harry had to squeeze through the students moving through the corridors, looking for their own friends, as he made his way down to the back half of the train.

Suddenly, a sharp pull signaled that the Hogwarts Express had started to move. Just as Harry righted himself, he stumbled and fell as a hand grabbed him and yanked him into a nearby compartment. He landed on someone . . . someone quite familiar to the touch.

“Getting started already, Harry?” Tracey winked up at him. “I don’t mind.”

Harry glanced down and saw that his hand had grabbed onto the first thing it could find, and that was Tracey’s robe-covered chest.

“Honestly you two, couldn’t you wait for me?” Daphne’s voice sounded from behind them. Harry looked back into the corridor to see Daphne standing there with an amused smirk on her lips. His beautiful fiancee had her hair done up in a fancy bun this morning and, like Tracey, was wearing large black robes to keep away the winter chill.

Stepping around the two of them on the floor, Daphne moved into the compartment and closed the doors behind them. Then, she gently levitated hers and Harry’s luggage up into the shelving above the seats. “Aren’t you two going to get up?” Daphne said, looking down at them.

Harry nearly leapt away from Tracey; he had completely forgotten about the awkward position they were in for a moment. Slowly, he got up off of Tracey.

“Aww,” Tracey groaned, “and I was just starting to feel a little good.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Daphne pointed out. “Now, give me some help with the charms.”

Harry sat down on one of the benches and watched curiously as Daphne and Tracey both pulled out their wands. They quickly cast a few cleaning charms before locking the compartment door and placing coverings over the windows, among other spells Harry didn’t quite catch.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked them.

“This,” the two girls said as one as they turned to face Harry.

Simultaneously, Daphne and Tracey both shed their heavy, black robes to reveal their naked bodies. After nearly a month of not being able to see each other, Harry audibly groaned at the delightful sight. “Told you it’d be perfect,” Tracey lightly teased Daphne.

Both women looked absolutely stunning. Daphne’s skin was undoubtedly paler than Tracey’s, but both were so smooth and flawless. Tracey’s breasts were noticeably larger than Daphne’s, but Daphne’s hips were wider and her butt was bigger and perkier. It made for an interesting comparison to see these two beauties standing side by side.

“Hurry up and get rid of your clothes,” Daphne ordered, already kicking off her shoes.

Not needing any further prodding, Harry took out his wand and vanished away all of his clothing. His hard cock was already pointed up at the roof of the train, and he saw both of his attendants’ eyes focus right in on it.

“Dibs on his cock first!” Tracey shouted, pushing past Daphne and dropping to her knees. Her breasts jiggled in the most wonderful way as she came to a stop.

Tracey’s small hand wrapped around Harry’s shaft and lightly stroked his engorged member. Daphne stepped in behind Tracey and bundled the brunette’s wild hair together in one hand. Without even waiting for Daphne to do it up, Tracey dove right in and took the head of Harry’s cock into her mouth.

Harry groaned as Tracey’s wet mouth engulfed him. Her tongue lathered the head of his cock in saliva as her warm breath washed over him, sending tingles up and down his body.

“Honestly, you’re so needy,” Daphne teased Tracey as she expertly wrapped her hair up into a tight bun. She dropped to her knees too right behind Tracey and pressed herself up against Tracey’s back. Harry loved the sight of Daphne’s squished breasts bursting out from either side of Tracey’s back. “Wouldn’t you say so, Harry?” Daphne’s beautiful eyes sparkled up at him.

“Definitely,” Harry groaned as Tracey’s tongue flicked the head of his cock. She was sucking him good, and it was hard to hold back even so early into the encounter. “But, I’m not sure if any of us are much different to be honest with you.”

“No, I suppose we’re not,” Daphne agreed as she planted a kiss on Tracey’s neck, making the brunette moan around Harry’s cock. One of Daphne’s hands slipped around Tracey’s front and started playing with the woman’s larger breasts.

“Fuck,” Harry let out as Tracey took another inch of him into her mouth. She was starting to work her way down his shaft, coating it perfectly in her saliva. “I’m not gonna last long at this rate.”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,” Daphne exclaimed. “I’ve gone so long without being able to taste you.”

Daphne abruptly abandoned Tracey, much to her distaste, and instead squeezed in alongside Tracey. With Harry sitting right at the edge of the bench, he was in the prime spot for Daphne’s next move.

Ducking down beneath Tracey’s head, Daphne positioned herself right in between Harry’s thighs and gently popped one of his balls into her mouth. That was almost too much for Harry who had to grip the armrest beside him to stop from cumming right away.

With Tracey sucking on his cock and Daphne pleasuring his balls, Harry felt like he was in heaven. Tracey was doing a perfect job with the right amount of suction and tongue action while Daphne was being firm yet gentle as she alternated between his testicles, ensuring each one received just the right amount of care and attention.

“You girls are the greatest,” Harry groaned, and he couldn’t help but reach out and plant his hand on the back of Tracey’s head. He guided her mouth down onto his cock, taking a little bit more each time until he felt the tip of his cock reach the back of her throat. “Fuck!” Harry exclaimed. “I’m so close.”

Tracey quickly came off of his cock but kept stroking it with her hand. Meanwhile, Daphne didn’t stop pleasuring his balls for an instant. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, staring right back into Harry’s.

“We want you to cum, Harry,” Tracey begged. The sparkle in Daphne’s eyes confirmed it.

“We want you to cum on our faces,” Daphne added as she switched to his other ball.

Harry groaned at the mental image he was getting.

“And then we want to lick it up off each other,” Tracey finished. She kept stroking his cock consistently, making big doe eyes up at him as she waited for her reward.

“Almost,” Harry groaned.

Tracey maintained her efforts but Daphne released his balls from her mouth. Instead, she positioned her face right beside Tracey’s and used her hands to cradle Harry’s balls with.

“Fuck!” Harry cried out as he came. Tracey angled his cock perfectly for the first splatter of cum to shoot out right across her brow. She kept pumping his cock, alternating it between her face and Daphne’s. Several further ropes shot out, plastering both women with a larger than usual amount of cum on their faces.

As Harry slumped back in his seat and watched passively, Tracey and Daphne both took a moment to take in each other’s cum covered faces. Then, Tracey was the first one to lean in and lick up a thick line of cum off of Daphne’s cheek. The blond giggled at the contact and made to lick up some cum off of Tracey’s face.

It was an incredible sight to watch these two witches, their breasts pressed up against each other and fingers interlocked, as they licked Harry’s cum off of each other. “Merlin, you two are going to kill me,” Harry sighed happily.

“Not until we’ve had our fill!” Tracey demanded.

Daphne nodded her head. “We’re not done yet, not even close.”

As the girls finished cleaning each other off, Harry got up to his feet and paced around to the other side of them. Daphne and Tracey had finished up now but were too caught up in kissing each other to realize what Harry was about to do.

With one smooth motion, Harry swept down and hooked his arms beneath his two attendants’ and hoisted them up to their feet. Then, he shoved them both forward so that they took up his former position on the bench. Daphne and Tracey both looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, waiting for what he was going to do next.

It was always so hard to choose between them, Harry thought to himself. They were both so beautiful and sexy in so many ways that a straight up comparison could never lead to a definite conclusion as to who he wanted first. It was usually up to the girls to decide amongst themselves, but Harry was in charge today. He had to pick.

“Time for part two of your engagement present, Daph,” Harry told her as he grabbed her hand.

Daphne laughed and let Harry lift her up. “I get more than just this gorgeous ring?” She asked, flashing the ruby ring.

“You’ll get everything I can give you,” Harry said.

Daphne’s eyes flashed and she eagerly turned away from him. She positioned herself right in front of Tracey and bent over, sticking her ass out towards Harry and planting her hands on either side of Tracey’s body. She looked back at Harry over her shoulder. “Then I certainly hope you can give me a lot.”

“Merlin,” Tracey breathed out. She was leaning back in her seat, her face only a few inches away from Daphne’s, with one hand on her breast and the other playing with her clit. “Stick it in her already.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He scooted right up behind Daphne and gave her a gentle spank, relishing in the sight of the ripple that ran over her ass. Then, Harry quickly lined himself up with Daphne’s slick pussy and pushed the head of his cock inside.

Harry and Daphne’s moans of pleasure filled the compartment. It had been nearly a month since they had been together like this, and the wait had been more than worth it. Daphne felt tighter around him than he remembered—hotter too. Harry could feel her wetness coating the tip of his cock, making it easier for him to slowly start to push inside of her.

The fabric covering the bench scrunched up as Daphne’s hands turned into fists as Harry pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. After a few seconds of taking it slow, Harry’s pelvis reached Daphne’s ass. He didn’t stop there though. Instead, he kept pushing forward, squeezing himself up against Daphne as he pushed her forward until Daphne’s lips met Tracey’s.

The two girls moaned into each other’s mouths as they kissed, and Harry was content to watch them for a moment. At least, he was until Daphne started to wiggle her ass against him. Feeling his cock stirring around inside of her pussy was too much for Harry to take. He immediately reeled back his hips before driving them forward.

The shock of the thrust was enough to disrupt the kiss between Tracey and Daphne. Harry heard the breath leave Daphne’s lungs as he gave her an even harder thrust. She had to reposition her hands on the bench to prevent herself from being knocked over completely as Harry started to drive his cock in and out of her pussy over and over again.

Soft mews and moans left Daphne’s lips as Harry fucked her. They were like music to his ears, though he wasn’t the only one enjoying the sounds of them. Tracey, trapped underneath Daphne, was still masturbating to the wonderful sight before her. Her eyes kept flickering between Daphne’s pleasure-filled face and Harry. As Harry met Tracey’s gaze, the brunette licked her lips. “I can’t wait to get some of that myself,” she told him.

Harry winked at her. “I’ll be sure to save enough for you too.”

Despite his confident words, Harry didn’t know if he’d be able to last. A month without sex had left his stamina virtually nonexistent. The feel of Daphne’s tight, hot pussy around his cock was nearly enough to make him cum inside of her right away. It was only thanks to his previous experience trying to last longer that kept him from breaking so soon.

Harry grabbed both of Daphne’s ass cheeks and held them tightly as he pounded into her. The sound of his powerful thrusts and balls slapping against her rang out loudly in the room.

It seemed that her current angle wasn’t good enough as Tracey decided to slip down onto the floor underneath Daphne. Harry could partially make out Tracey crawling around on the floor until she was in between Daphne’s legs.

As Harry pulled back for another thrust, he could see Tracey’s lust-filled face staring right up at his glistening cock sticking out of Daphne’s pussy. Daphne’s tight lips clung to the head of his cock, trying to urge him back in. “Merlin,” Tracey moaned as she watched Harry thrust back inside of Daphne.

Daphne let out a low moan. “Ugh, I’m close!” Her pussy clenched up around Harry’s cock.

Harry, knowing that he was close too, urged her to hold on. “Just wait a second, I’m almost there too.”

Tracey chose that moment to intervene. Her hand came up to cup Harry’s balls as he pounded into Daphne’s pussy. “Come on, Harry, fill her up,” Tracey said seductively.

The tightness in Harry’s crotch grew as he felt his orgasm growing closer.

“I can’t hold on, fuck!” Daphne let out a high-pitch squeal as her pussy spasmed around Harry’s cock, sending him over the edge too.

With a low roar, Harry slammed his hips forward into Daphne, shoving her face forward against the seat in front of them. He felt the first spurt of cum shoot out and fill up her pussy, then the next burst came. Tracey was still cradling his balls in her hand, relishing in the feeling of his seed being expended into Daphne.

Finally, Harry pulled out of Daphne and collapsed onto the seat behind him. Daphne wasn’t far behind as she collapsed into the seat opposite him, quickly curling up on the bench and letting out a content sigh. She brought her knees up to her chest, giving Harry a perfect view of his cum and her juices slowly leaking out of her pussy and down her thigh onto the seat below her.

Not one to let anything good go to waste, Tracey was over there in an instant to lick Daphne clean. The blond let out several shuddering moans of pleasure as Tracey licked at her sensitive pussy, cleaning up all of the excrement.

Once she had gotten most of it out of the way, Tracey grabbed Daphne’s hands. “Come on over with us,” she urged her best friend.

Daphne let herself be brought over to Harry’s side. Tracey deposited her down there and Daphne quickly rested her head against Harry’s shoulder with a dreamy smile on her face. Harry smiled back down at her and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.  “Did that make up for the lost time over the break?” He jokingly asked her.

Daphne paused in thought for a moment before shaking her head with a cheeky smile playing at her lips. “Not quite yet,” she answered. “Maybe we’ll just have to try again later when we’re back at Hogwarts.”

Tracey interrupted by hopping up on Harry’s lap. “We aren’t done quite yet; I’ve still gotta get my turn in.”

“You might not be done, but my pussy needs a bit of a rest,” Daphne corrected.

Tracey’s breasts squished up against Harry’s muscled chest as she fished around for his cock. Despite already cumming twice within the past several minutes, he was still mostly hard. Harry knew that he’d be back up to full strength in no time once he was back inside of something warm and pleasant.

As Tracey gripped Harry’s cock beneath her, she raised her hips up and angled the head of his fluid-covered cock right to her entrance. Then, she dropped her weight on it completely, instantly filling herself up and causing her to let out a squeal of delight.

“I’ve missed this so fucking bad,” Tracey groaned as she got settled. She held out her hand, which was sticky from Harry and Daphne’s combined juices, and Daphne quickly accepted it and started to lick her clean. Tracey braced her other hand on Harry’s shoulder and started to ride him.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned as the Hogwarts Express rattled lightly, making his cock stir inside of Tracey’s pussy. She had such fine control over her body that, as she shook on top of Harry, her pussy was able to clench up and release rapidly to send a flutter of pleasure down Harry’s cock.

“Three weeks, two days, and fourteen hours I’ve waited for this,” Tracey said as her ass jiggled when she bounced off of Harry’s lap.

“You didn’t count down to the minute?” Harry chuckled, but it quickly turned into a moan as Tracey dropped down his cock again.

Tracey glared at him. “Do you see a watch on me anywhere?”

Harry looked her up and down. Nope, she was still completely nude. “Fair point.”

Tracey rolled her eyes playfully and took her now clean hand back from Daphne. She wrapped her arms around Harry’s shoulders and leaned close to him in order to capture his lips in a kiss.

“I love bouncing on your cock,” Tracey said in between bounces. Harry’s cock jumped inside of her at those words, urging Tracey on.

The slower pace that Tracey had set at the start began to turn more rough, fast, and aggressive as her hips moved up and down. Despite this, it wasn’t enough to separate Harry’s lips from hers. The pair continued to kiss as Tracey rode him.

A hand on his thigh surprised Harry for a moment, but he relaxed when he saw Daphne smiling up at him. She ran her hand up and down the side of his thigh before she moved up towards his torso. As she touched him, Daphne started planting small kisses on his neck. The gentleness contrasted beautifully with the rough ride Tracey was giving him.

It was so overwhelming to have two wonderful women treating him like this. They loved him, and he loved them. There were so many little ways that they expressed their affection to one another every day, but sex was always the best.

Harry was so caught up in it all that he didn’t even hear the compartment door open.

“Told you it was their room,” Draco’s smug voice rang out.

Tracey broke the kiss so that she and Harry could both look over. Hermione and Draco were standing hand in hand at the entrance to their carriage. Hermione still had a little pink tinge to her cheeks as she looked on, but she no longer completely avoided their gaze like she once would have. For his part, Draco didn’t seem to have any reservations at all, and he simply led Hermione into the compartment.

“Good break you two?” Daphne asked as Hermione quickly reapplied the locking and privacy charms on the compartment.

“Very good,” Hermione nodded. “Draco spent the break at my place and got to meet my parents. It . . . went better than expected.”

Draco snorted. “They were nice. They took the whole situation better than my parents did.”

“And you’re invited back for summer,” Hermione added. She turned back to look over at the trio sitting across from her. Tracey had slowed down but not stopped riding Harry’s cock, while Daphne had simply contented herself with running her hand up and down Harry’s arm. “How was your break?”

“Wonderful,” Daphne sighed happily. She stuck out her hand to show off the beautiful engagement ring on her finger. “Harry and I are officially engaged now.”

“Oh, congratulations!” Hermione exclaimed and rushed forward. She had rushed forward to give Daphne a hug but hesitated when she remembered the lack of clothing Daphne wore. After a moment’s delay though, Hermione simply shrugged as she gave Daphne a big hug.

“We won’t be married for several years yet,” Daphne announced, “but it’ll happen in time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tracey interjected. “This is a nice chat and all, but I want to get back to riding Harry.”

“No one’s stopping you,” Draco pointed out. “In fact, you haven’t even stopped.”

“Yeah,” Tracey said, punctuating her word by slamming her ass down onto Harry’s lap. “But I’d rather be focused on the cock that’s in me than chatting.”

“Go on, then,” Draco said. He turned to Hermione and a small grin came over his lips. “In fact . . .”

The surprised yelp from Hermione was the only notice Harry got before he saw Hermione and Draco’s clothes completely disappear from their bodies. “Oh, honestly,” Hermione huffed, but Harry knew from his best friend’s tone that she wasn’t actually annoyed.

“Care to have some fun?” Draco suggested to Hermione, who, after glancing back at Tracey riding Harry’s cock, nodded and saddled herself on top of Draco.

Within moments, Hermione was riding Draco’s cock just as Tracey was riding Harry’s. The two pairs filled the room with their moans of pleasure while Daphne continued to relax by leaning up against Harry.

Bringing his hands around to squeeze Tracey’s ass, Harry let himself get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of Tracey bouncing on top of him. Her mouth quickly found Harry’s again and, in between the brief respites to catch their breaths, the pair kissed each other deeply, relishing in the close contact between their two bodies.

There was something to be said for the stress relief that two pretty witches could bring to a wizard, and that was doubly true in Harry’s case. Tracey’s pussy felt perfect around him, like his cock was always meant to be there. Her soft, pillowy breasts were pressed against his chest, heightening the connection between their bodies even further.

It didn’t take long before Tracey had her first orgasm. The brunette witch let out a deep moan into Harry’s mouth as her body convulsed on top of him. Harry held her tight against his body as she rode out her orgasm, and Daphne stepped in too to pepper Tracey’s body with little kisses. She started near her head and trailed down her back, moving all the way down to where Harry and Tracey’s bodies connected. There, Daphne placed a lingering kiss on the base of Harry’s cock.

As Daphne resettled herself back onto the seat beside them and Tracey felt her muscles relax slightly as she came down from her high, Tracey started to ride Harry again. It was all about getting him to finish inside of her now.

With her ass slamming down against his thighs and her pussy clenching up around him, Harry found his own orgasm building rapidly.

“I want you to cum in me,” Tracey ordered breathlessly as she ground herself in Harry’s lap, swirling his cock around inside of her. “I want to feel it.”

Harry grunted, driving his hips upwards to urge Tracey on.

“Go on,” Daphne’s sweet and gentle voice whispered into Harry’s ear. “Show her how much you love her.”

Harry met Tracey’s gaze and suddenly wrapped his arms around her back. With a surprised yelp, Tracey let Harry flip her over on the bench so that she was laying back with Harry on top of her.

Harry had had enough waiting. He wanted to cum in her so badly. He lifted Tracey’s legs up and braced them against his shoulders as he started to slam his cock deep inside of her. The sudden change in position and deep thrusts left Tracey gasping in pleasure. Daphne quickly moved behind Tracey and lifted the brunette’s head and rested it in her lap. Daphne ran her hands gently through Tracey’s hair as Harry pounded into her.

Hard, purposeful thrusts came over and over again. Tracey’s pussy fluttered like mad around Harry’s cock, pushing him right up to the edge until finally . . .

“Fuck!” Harry growled as he slammed his hips home for the final time and came inside of Tracey. He bucked wildly against her, shooting the last drops of him cum inside her tight, hot pussy.

Fully spent, Harry collapsed on top of Tracey in a heap. The two of them fought to catch their breaths as Daphne’s soothing voice filled their ears. “I love you two so much,” she told them sincerely.

If this was any indication of things to come, Harry knew that he was going to be in for a perfect rest of the year.

Chapter 22

“Do you think things would be different if the attendants program never existed?” Hermione asked Harry as they lazily trudged their way around the Great Lake. The winter chill was still in full effect so Hermione had been forward-thinking enough to place warming charms on both of their robes when they were still within the castle. Now, Harry was casting a gentle bluebell flame several feet in front of them, melting a path through the thick snow on the ground.

Harry cocked his head to the side and looked over at his best friend. “Why? Are things not going well with you and Draco?”

“No, they’re great!” Hermione quickly corrected before Harry could get the wrong idea. “I just wonder sometimes, you know? The attendants laws haven’t been in place for very long. What if they had come after us, or never at all. Do you think you still would have ended up with Tracey and Daphne?”

It was hard to imagine a world like that. His two beautiful partners had been a part of his life for such a short period of time, but he couldn’t imagine what life would be like without them in it. Would he be dating someone else now? Or would he have found them even still?

Harry grimaced. The likelihood of him even speaking to a couple of Slytherins for more than a few moments was definitely near zero before this school year. Even if he did, there was no way he’d be dating both of them. It just wasn’t the way relationships worked in the Wizarding World. At least, not of those that he had seen.

“Honestly, I don’t want to imagine a world like that,” Harry sighed and kicked up a hunk of powdery snow into the air. “I’m happy where I’m at now. That’s enough for me.”

Hermione nodded her head along but Harry knew his best friend well enough to know that the matter hadn’t dropped in her mind.

“What about you?” Harry asked her, knowing she wanted to answer.

Hermione hesitated, biting her lower lip and making her cheeks flush red. “Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if Ron and I started dating,” she admitted. “For a few months last year, I thought that maybe . . . but no, it wouldn’t have worked out.” Hermione stated firmly.

Harry didn’t think so either. They were just so different. It would be pure chaos trying to wrangle those two apart when love was involved.

“I thought about you too.”

Hermione’s words made Harry trip and stumble into an icy-cold snowbank. When Harry managed to pull his head out, he saw Hermione doubled over at the waist, letting out some of the loudest laughs he had ever come out of her.

Brushing his robes clean as he got up, Harry glared at her. “You can’t just drop that on a bloke like that.”

“Sorry,” Hermione giggled, wiping a stray tear from her eye. “Do you honestly find the idea so repulsive?”

“Repulsive?” Harry repeated incredulously. Absolutely not! Hermione was beautiful and lovely, exceptionally gifted at magic and academics; anyone would be lucky to have her as their partner. “You’re wonderful, Hermione. You’re so smart and stunning. I’d be lucky to be dating you!”

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully and gave him a gentle shove. “Uh huh.”

“I’m serious,” Harry said, pushing her back gently. “I just, knowing I’d get an attendant and all, I never really thought about us like that.”

Hermione smiled at him. “Well, for the record, I’m very happy with Draco. But if he wasn’t around, and the attendants program wasn’t either, I wonder if we’d have worked out.”

Maybe. That was the thought that kept ringing through Harry’s mind. Hermione was everything to him; she was perfect in so many ways and he never got tired of her company. He loved her and she was plenty attractive. Maybe they could have worked out, had the situations been different.

Harry wrapped his arm around Hermione’s shoulders and pulled her in for a side hug. “I’ll be sure to let Tracey and Daphne know that they have competition.”

“Hey,” Hermione squawked as Harry playfully pinched her side. “This was all a hypothetical situation.”

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It was yet another day of boring classes. Harry wanted to groan. They’d spent all week in Herbology waiting for Hogwarts’ Flutterby bushes to blossom their unique blue flowers which only came once per century. According to the records Professor Sprout had from the previous instructors, the flowers had been due to blossom on Tuesday. Sprout had gathered all of the upper years students together and had them watching the greenhouses in shifts, waiting for the flowers to blossom. Once they did, they had to be harvested and preserved within a five minute window, otherwise their power would be lost.

At first, Harry had been excited. Sprout had gotten everyone out of their other classes so that they could keep an eye on the bushes around the clock. It was like a mini-vacation in February. However, it didn’t take long for the mind-numbing boredom to sink in. Everyone wanted these stupid flowers to blossom already so that they wouldn’t have to camp out in the greenhouses at night anymore.

The other big issue was with how muggy the greenhouses were. Sprout had told them that they had to keep the temperature up in order to create the perfect conditions for the Flutterby bushes. It left the greenhouses warm and humid, leading most students to shed their outer robes despite the freezing temperatures outside. All of the men rolled up the legs of their trousers and unbuttoned their shirts while the women hiked up their skirts and revealed as much cleavage as they dared in front of the men.

Harry, Daphne, Tracey, Padma, Neville, Hannah, Susan, Dean, and Megan were stuck watching two greenhouses. Harry, Daphne, Tracey, Dean, and Megan were in Greenhouse four while the rest were in Greenhouse five.

The sun was just touching the horizon when Dean and Megan finally gave in to the heat.

“It’s bloody miserable in here,” Dean whinged as he ripped his shirt off his back. His chest was drenched in sweat, and he used his damp shirt to mop up what he could. Then, Dean yanked down his trousers and pants. He looked over at his attendant, Megan, and gestured at her similar state of sweatiness. “You can strip down too if you’d like.”

Megan didn’t need any urging. She brushed her dark hair away from her collar and started to unbutton her shirt. She shoved her perky breasts outwards, her slim figure showing off her ribs pressed against her skin, and slipped her shirt off before quickly divesting herself of her skirt and panties.

From the sidelines, Harry looked on with envy. He had seen a few others strip down completely in the muggy heat, but he hadn’t yet.

Rustling at his side made him look over. Tracey slowly pushed herself to her feet and started to strip down too. At Harry’s look, she shrugged back at him. “It’s fucking hot,” she said simply.

He couldn’t fault her at that. The three of them had been lying down on the floor against the cool glass window, just barely feeling the tingle of cold from the outside through the thick plane, but that hadn’t done much at all to help matters.

Daphne lifted her head off of Harry’s chest and looked up at him with big doe eyes. “Could you help me get my shirt off?” She blinked innocently at him.

Normally that was a proposition he’d take her up on immediately, but the heat was making him reconsider his usual response. As that thought passed through his mind, Harry’s brow furrowed and he looked down at Daphne with narrowed eyes. “You just want me to do it so that you don’t have to move around as much because it's so hot.”

By the quirk of her lips, Harry knew that he’d gotten it right on the mark. “Maybe,” she said teasingly. “Doesn’t change the fact that I still want you to do it.”

With an enormous sigh, Harry relented and shifted from his semi-comfortable position so that he could help Daphne get her top off. None of the girls had taken to wearing bras in this heat, so there wasn’t anything more to get off.

Before he could sit back down, Tracey grabbed his shoulders. “If we’re all getting starkers, then you’re joining us.”

Without any complaint, Harry let Tracey quickly undress him. When he was completely bare, he saw that Daphne had quickly shimmied her skirt and panties off too.

Moving slowly and feeling gross as his sweaty skin bent, Harry slid back down onto the floor and rested his head back against the glass window. A moment later, four soft, pillowy objects were pressed against his side.

“You’re so warm!” Tracey complained as she snuggled even closer against Harry’s side, resting her head back onto his chest and wrapping one leg over his.

“I know,” Daphne groaned as she settled in just as much on top of Harry. “Stupid bushes that won’t let us use cooling charms.”

“Honestly,” Tracey mumbled. “What kind of stupid plant can sense a spell like that and get shy anyway?”

Though the heat was rough, having his two beautiful attendants with him made waiting the night away bearable. Over on the other side of the greenhouse, Harry could hear Dean’s gentle snores. He had completely forgotten that Dean snored. It felt like so long since they had shared a dorm room together.

Tracey stirred on top of Harry, and he glanced down at her curiously. She was shifting around, clearly unable to find just the right spot to retain some degree of comfort. Their sweaty skin tugged apart slowly as Tracey kept moving around.

With a quiet huff, Tracey grumbled. “I’m too hot to sleep.”

“I think I have the perfect remedy for that,” Harry said, shooting her a knowing look.

Tracey caught on instantly and scrambled to grab her wand. With a quick swish and flick, she conjured a plush pillow that Harry slid underneath Daphne’s face as he slid out from under her. She let out a soft whine of annoyance, but she was on the brink of sleep too so she stayed cuddling with her pillow.

Before he could get to his feet, Tracey shoved him back down onto his butt. “Lick me,” she ordered as Harry leaned his back against the wall. Parting her thighs and scooting forward, Tracey presented her ripe pussy to Harry’s lips.

Harry gave an amused snort. “Aren’t you supposed to be the attendant pleasuring me?”

“Harry,” Tracey whined, but her sound of annoyance quickly turned into one of pleasure as Harry gave a long lick along her slit.

The taste of Tracey’s sweet nectar on his tongue did a lot to rejuvenate Harry. As he gripped Tracey’s thighs and gave her another taste, he could feel himself forgetting the tiredness he had from the heat. Sweat slowly rolled down her belly, mingling in with the juices on Harry’s tongue.

“So perfect,” Harry moaned as he licked her. She felt so tiny in his hands as he kept her in place. He curled one of his hands around to come in between her legs. He slid his pointer finger just inside of her, enjoying the sensations of her inner walls running along his skin.

Curling his finger inside of her, Harry moved his mouth up towards Tracey’s swollen clit. The engorged vessel was just barely peeking out. He wrapped his lips around it and gave a few hard sucks on it, making Tracey’s knees go weak for a moment as she let out a low moan.

It always amazed Harry that he could make Tracey melt like this with the simplest touches. He knew just where she liked to be touched, the way she desired to be licked, the ways in which he could fuck her to leave her a screaming puddle on their bed. It was like an expert musician with their favourite instrument.

Harry grinned as he flicked his tongue up and down her clit. Daphne’s was too sensitive for him to usually do this to her, but Tracey always melted at it. She let out soft mewling sounds as she grabbed a handful of his hair in her fist. “Yes,” she hissed. “Keep going, Harry.”

Dutifully, Harry continued on his mission. He made his tongue flat and pressed it against her clit while his finger swirled around inside of her hot, wet pussy before he pressed just the right spot. Tracey’s lower half shook above him.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Tracey declared as she roughly jerked Harry’s head even closer to her crotch. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Harry settled on sucking her clit hard, holding it in between his lips. Tracey let out a whimpering gasp before a shrill moan overtook her. She fell apart on top of him, writhing against his head.

Harry eased up on the pressure on her clit as Tracey came down from her orgasm. With a long, contented sigh, Tracey took a shaky step back from Harry.

The second Harry found his footing as he stood, Tracey’s lips were on his. She pushed him back against the glass windows of the greenhouse, making them rattle in their frames, as she ground herself against his hard cock, trapping it in between their bodies.

“I want this fucking thing in me,” Tracey told Harry huskily, grabbing the head of his cock with her fingers. “I want you to fuck me over this damn table and make me scream your name.”

Harry chuckled at that, but he could feel the lust starting to override his mind too. “I didn’t know the heat would make you like this.”

Tracey’s eyes flashed and she took a step back. Harry immediately bemoaned the loss of her soft body against his. “You always make me like this; I just usually keep it in check.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Harry and Tracey looked over to see Megan and Dean watching them. They were sitting back in a couple of chairs and Megan’s hand was lazily stroking Dean’s hard cock.

Suddenly feeling a mite self-conscious, Dean met Harry’s gaze. “You don’t mind if we watch, right?”

“Oh, we’ll do more than watch,” Megan added with a saucy expression.

“Nope, we don’t mind,” Harry answered. He knew Tracey felt the same. After all the times they and Daphne had fucked in class, there was little sense in modesty around their classmates.

“Good,” Megan purred as she got up from her seat. She crawled onto Dean’s lap and, with impressive speed, impaled herself on Dean’s cock. The Gryffindor let out a deep groan of pleasure and slapped Megan’s ass with both of his hands before grabbing each cheek and mushing them around as Megan started to glide up and down his cock.

“I wouldn’t mind watching either.”

Harry turned to see that Daphne had gotten up. Her blond hair ran down her front, covering up her left breast. She walked over to Dean and Megan, not blinking at the sight at all, and snatched Megan’s vacated chair. She carried it over to a few feet away from the long wooden table that ran down the length of the greenhouse. All of the Flutterby bushes rested in pots atop the center of the table from end to end, but there was a wide gap in between each of them.

Tracey turned away from Harry and swayed her hips as she walked over to the long table. Her ass bounced wonderfully as she stepped up onto the bench before spinning around and sitting down on the table in between a couple of the potted bushes. She opened her legs, showing off her swollen pussy which was still dripping wet.

The sight was overwhelmingly sexual. Harry rushed forward before he even realized what he was doing and started kissing Tracey deeply as he prodded around wildly with his cock. Tracey kissed him back as she wrapped one arm around his neck while the other reached in between them to find his cock. She found it after a moment and angled it just right as Harry slammed his hips forward.

Harry and Tracey let out simultaneous moans as Harry filled her up in a single thrust. Her pussy was as tight and inviting as ever, and it was begging to be fucked.

The wooden table rattled beneath Harry and Tracey as he plowed into her. Over and over again, he thrust his hips against hers as they kissed. Their sweaty, sticky skin kept sticking together before peeling away.

Tracey lifted her legs high and wrapped them around Harry’s waist as she laid back down against the table, breaking apart their kiss. Her lewd voice came out loudly as Harry fucked her, mirrored by the sounds coming out of Megan’s mouth as she bounced in Dean’s lap.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Harry said as he grabbed one of Tracey’s breasts in his hand. He squeezed the soft orb of flesh, rolling her nipple in between his fingers. Tracey let out another squeal of pleasure and lifted her arms above her head, letting her breasts jiggle freely on her chest as Harry fucked her.

No matter how many times they did this, Harry could never get enough of her snug pussy around his cock. His thrusts were strong and impactful. He could feel himself filling her up completely with every thrust.

Daphne let out a moan of her own. Harry’s eyes briefly flickered over to see her with her heels up on the arms of the chair and her fingers deep in her pussy. She was watching Harry fuck Tracey with rapt attention, eyes not leaving the side view she had of his cock sliding inside of her pussy.

Suddenly though, Daphne’s eyes looked up and she jumped to her feet.

“Look!” She pointed out.

Everyone stilled in their movements and looked at the Flutterby bushes around the room. Blue flowers were slowly beginning to unfurl. It was time.

In a mad dash, Megan hopped off of Dean’s cock and grabbed the glass jars that were laced with preservation charms while Dean went to grab the shears to cut the flowers with. Daphne brought over a pair of thick gloves for each of them too.

But Harry hesitated. He knew he should go help, but Tracey felt too good around him. Tracey didn’t seem to want to move either, but she gave him a reluctant smile. “If we don’t follow the rules, we’ll get in trouble,” she said.

Harry’s mind flickered back to the start of the school year. Tracey was right. Everyone with an attendant was warned that a failure to perform academically would lead to their attendant privileges being revoked. They could lose their private room at Hogwarts and be banned from any sexual activities in class or around the school grounds.

Their reluctance to move was obvious to everyone else. “Just keep fucking her while we get these flowers taken care of,” Daphne told Harry. “Honestly, even just two of us could handle the job. Sprout wanted backup students just in case.”

Now, that sounded like a perfect solution.

Harry pulled out of Tracey just long enough for her to get to her feet. Then, Tracey leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and slipping her thick gloves over her hand. Daphne passed a couple of jars her way. “I’ll cut,” she told Tracey, “just make sure that the flowers get into those jars.”

“O-KAY!” Tracey screamed as Harry shoved his thick cock back inside of her.

Everyone else got to work as Harry gripped Tracey’s plump ass in his hands. Megan and Dean worked like the perfect pair, covering the back half of the greenhouse, while Daphne clipped the front half.

Tracey’s body rocked forward harshly as Harry slammed his cock inside of her. The sound of his hips smacking against her ass rang out throughout the room. Letting out a low groan, Tracey picked up the clipped flowers with shaky hands and dropped them into the jar. “Keep going,” she begged.

Harry did just that, letting his hips piston back and forth. Tracey’s pussy was so wet that it was easy for him to slide in and out of her. There was barely any resistance beyond her incredible tightness. It was a blissful sensation, one that Harry would never tire of.

“Your pussy is perfect for my cock,” Harry groaned. “Such a good girl for taking me like this.”

Tracey responded by pushing her ass back, meeting Harry’s forward thrust with a loud clapping sound. Her walls fluttered around him, clamping down on his cock.

Gritting his teeth, Harry kept going, relishing in the sensation of his cock dragging through her pulsing walls.

“Move down a bit,” Daphne told Tracey.

Harry guided her, holding her hips in his hands as he stepped to the side, moving her body with him. There weren’t many plants left, but time was running short.

Megan and Dean finished up their half of the room moments later. “Almost done?” Dean asked.

“Just a couple . . . more . . . ugh,” Tracey moaned and Harry felt her walls spasm around his cock. It was enough to send him over the edge too. His fingers gripped the milky skin of her ass as he slammed his hips forward one more time, shooting his cum into the deepest parts of her. Tracey’s eyes shut tightly and she let out the breath she had been holding as her orgasm ran through her.

Daphne rolled her eyes playfully at them. “Couldn’t even wait till we were done.” She snatched the jar out of Tracey’s limp hand and dropped the last few flowers inside of it before sealing the vessel tight.

Feeling exhausted, Harry took a couple shaky steps back and watched as his cock slipped out of Tracey’s pussy. She stayed in her spot with her elbows resting on the table and her ass in the air. Just a second later, Harry saw the first few globs of his cum start to drip out of her pussy and splatter on the ground below.

“Damn,” Megan whistled, “and I thought we were the sex-crazed ones here.”

“You still are,” Tracey replied breathlessly. She slowly pushed herself up and strode over to Harry and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. “That was wonderful. And I’ll be expecting a round two in a bit now that we can go back to our room.”

Harry laughed. “Maybe a shower first. I want to get some of this sweat off of me.”

Tracey nodded in agreement and looked over at Daphne before gesturing down at her still dripping pussy. “Well? Aren’t you gonna have a taste before it’s all gone?”