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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+ and consenting adults.
The emerald silk clung to Daphne's body like a second skin as Harry walked through Hogwarts' corridors, a blonde Greengrass sister on each arm. The dress was sinfully tight, hugging every curve of her magnificent figure, from the swell of her perfect breasts to the round globes of her arse. The neckline plunged so deep it nearly reached her navel, displaying an obscene amount of cleavage that drew the eye of every wizard they passed. She'd chosen the dress herself, apparently done pretending to care about her reputation after their public adventures.
And then there was Astoria.
Harry couldn't help but steal glances at the younger Greengrass as they made their way towards Slughorn's Autumn Dinner. She wore a matching emerald dress, identical to her sister's in every scandalous detail. The fabric strained against her breasts, which were slightly smaller than Daphne's but no less perfect, bouncing delightfully with every click of her high heels against the stone floor. Her cleavage was on full display, the pale swells of her tits threatening to spill free with each step.
"I still can't believe Mother sent you to chaperone me," Daphne said, her voice dripping with amusement. "As if you could stop anything from happening."
Astoria's cheeks flushed pink. "She wants to maintain appearances. Ensure nothing improper happens between you and Harry." She tugged self-consciously at her neckline, which only succeeded in making her tits jiggle enticingly. "I feel like I look like a... like a..."
"A slut?" Daphne supplied helpfully, grinning. "That's because you do, little sister. We both do. That's rather the point."
Harry watched as Astoria's blush deepened, spreading down her neck and across the exposed tops of her breasts. She did look like a slut. A gorgeous, innocent slut who had no idea how fucking incredible she looked in that dress. The way the emerald silk hugged her curves, the way her tits bounced with each step, the way her arse swayed behind her... Harry felt his cock stir in his dress trousers.
Down, boy, he thought, though he knew it was a losing battle. With both Greengrass sisters on his arms, dressed like they were auditioning for a high-class brothel, there was no chance of his cock behaving itself tonight.
They entered Slughorn's office, which had been transformed into an elegant haven of floating candles, enchanted autumn leaves drifting lazily through the air, and rich velvet drapes in deep burgundy and gold. Wizards and witches in their finest dress robes mingled beneath the warm glow, sipping mead and making polite conversation.
Harry couldn't have cared less about any of them. Not when he had Daphne pressed against his side, her tits brushing against his arm with every breath, and Astoria on his other side, looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.
"Shall we dance?" Daphne purred, her hand sliding down to grip his arse.
Before Harry could respond, she was dragging him onto the dance floor, leaving Astoria standing awkwardly by the refreshment table.
The music was slow, sensual, and Daphne took full advantage. She turned in his arms, pressing her arse back against his crotch and grinding shamelessly as they swayed to the rhythm. Harry's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress as she rolled her body against him.
"Do you have any idea how wet I am right now?" Daphne whispered over her shoulder, her lips brushing his ear. "I've been thinking about your cock all day. About how good it feels inside me. About how I'm going to drain every last drop of cum from your balls tonight."
Harry groaned, his cock hardening rapidly against her grinding arse. "You're going to get us caught."
"Maybe I want to get caught," Daphne replied, her voice husky with desire. "Maybe I want everyone to know that I'm yours. That Harry Potter's fat cock has ruined me for anyone else."
She punctuated her words with a particularly filthy roll of her hips, and Harry had to bite back a moan. His cock was now fully hard, straining against his trousers and nestled firmly between her arse cheeks.
"Later," he promised, his voice rough. "I'm going to bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight."
Daphne shivered in his arms. "I'm counting on it."
The song ended, and Daphne reluctantly pulled away, though not before giving his bulge one final squeeze through his trousers. She looked towards the refreshment table, where Astoria was still standing awkwardly, trying not to look at them.
"Dance with my sister," Daphne said, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "It would be rude not to."
"And what are you going to do?"
"Watch." Her smile turned predatory. "And try not to touch myself."
Before Harry could protest, Daphne was pushing him towards Astoria. The younger Greengrass looked up as he approached, her eyes widening slightly.
"May I have this dance?" Harry asked, offering his hand.
Astoria hesitated, glancing towards her sister, who gave her an encouraging nod. "I... yes. Of course."
Her hand was trembling slightly as she placed it in his, and Harry led her onto the dance floor just as a new song began. It was another slow number, and Harry pulled her close, one hand on her waist, the other holding her delicate fingers.
They swayed together in silence for a moment, and Harry couldn't help but let his eyes drift downward. From this angle, he had a perfect view down the front of her dress, could see the way her breasts pressed together, creating a valley of soft, pale flesh that made his mouth water.
Astoria noticed. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she seemed to press closer, her body gravitating towards his despite her obvious embarrassment.
"I... I saw you," she whispered, so quietly Harry almost didn't hear her. "In the hallway. With Daphne."
Harry's cock twitched at the memory. "Did you now?"
"I didn't... I mean, I couldn't see everything." Astoria's voice was barely audible, her eyes fixed on his chest, unable to meet his gaze. "Just Daphne's... her... and the way she looked when she..."
She couldn't finish the sentence, but Harry remembered. Remembered the way Daphne had screamed as he'd fucked her arse, the way Astoria had held her trembling sister as she came undone on his cock.
"And what did you think?" Harry asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Astoria's breath hitched. "I... I couldn't stop thinking about it. About what you must have been doing to make her sound like that. Look like that."
Harry felt her body press even closer, felt the soft swell of her breasts against his chest. And then he felt something else. His bulge, still rock hard from his dance with Daphne, pressing firmly against her stomach.
Astoria gasped, her whole body going rigid. For a moment, Harry thought she would pull away, would flee from the dance floor in embarrassment. But instead, something shifted in her expression. A spark of curiosity, of forbidden desire.
Slowly, she turned in his arms, mimicking what she'd seen her sister do moments ago. Her arse pressed back against his bulge, and she gave an experimental grind.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
Astoria's face was burning red, and she quickly looked away, mortified at her own boldness. But she didn't stop. Her hips continued to move, grinding against him in small, uncertain movements that were somehow even more arousing than Daphne's practised seduction.
"Astoria," Harry murmured, his hands finding her hips. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know," she whispered back, her voice shaking. "I don't... I can't... I just..."
She ground against him again, harder this time, and Harry felt his cock throb.
From across the room, he caught Daphne's eye. She was watching them with an expression of pure, wicked delight, one hand pressed against her own chest as if to calm her racing heart.
The song ended, and Astoria practically leapt out of his arms, her face crimson. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I..."
But whatever she was about to say was cut off by Daphne appearing at her side, gripping her arm with one hand and Harry's wrist with the other.
"That's enough dancing," Daphne declared, her voice tight with need. "I can't take it anymore."
She dragged them both through the crowded room, weaving between groups of chatting wizards and witches until they reached a secluded alcove partially hidden by a towering arrangement of enchanted autumn foliage. A plush velvet sofa sat against the wall, and Daphne pushed Harry down onto it without ceremony.
"Daphne!" Astoria hissed, her eyes wide with panic. "What do you think you're doing? Anyone could see us!"
"Then you'd better keep watch, hadn't you?" Daphne replied, dropping to her knees between Harry's legs.
Her hands were already at his belt, undoing it with practised efficiency. Harry watched, his cock straining against his trousers, as Daphne freed his massive length from its confines. It sprang free, all twelve inches of thick, veiny perfection, bobbing obscenely in the air.
Astoria made a strangled sound. Her eyes were fixed on Harry's cock, her mouth hanging open in shock. "That's... that's..."
"Magnificent, isn't it?" Daphne breathed, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. "The most perfect cock in all of Britain. And it's all mine."
She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she bobbed her head. Harry groaned, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair as she sucked him with eager enthusiasm.
"This is insane," Astoria whispered, her eyes still locked on the lewd display before her. "Anyone could... what if someone sees... what if Mother hears about this..."
But she didn't leave. She stood rooted to the spot, watching as her sister slobbered all over Harry's cock, as drool ran down Daphne's chin and dripped onto her exposed cleavage.
It was Astoria's first time seeing a cock, Harry realised. And what a cock to see. She looked absolutely transfixed, her chest heaving with rapid breaths that made her tits jiggle enticingly in her tight dress.
Daphne pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "I need it inside me," she panted. "Right now."
She rose and turned, hiking her dress up around her waist to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was dripping, swollen and ready. She positioned herself over Harry's lap, gripped his cock, and sank down with a moan of pure bliss.
"Oh fuck yes!" Daphne cried, her head falling back as Harry filled her completely. "Merlin, I've been waiting all night for this!"
She began to bounce on his lap, her arse slapping against his thighs with each downward thrust. Harry gripped her hips, helping to lift her up and slam her back down, his cock disappearing into her tight cunt over and over again.
"Daphne!" Astoria squeaked, her voice high with panic. "People are... they're right there! They could turn around at any moment!"
It was true. Just a few feet away, groups of witches and wizards continued to mingle and chat, completely oblivious to the depraved scene unfolding in the corner. Anyone who happened to glance their way would see everything.
But Daphne didn't care. She was lost in pleasure, bouncing wildly on Harry's cock, her moans growing louder by the second. Harry reached around and tugged down the front of her dress, freeing her magnificent tits. They bounced and swayed with each movement, her nipples hard as diamonds.
"Quiet!" Astoria hissed desperately. "You're going to get us caught!"
Harry squeezed Daphne's tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers as she rode him. The sight of her perfect body, of her dress bunched around her waist while she fucked herself on his cock in the middle of Slughorn's Autumn Dinner, was almost too much to bear.
And then there was Astoria, standing guard with her face burning red, unable to look away from the sight of her sister's tits bouncing wildly, from the obscene wet sounds of Harry's cock plunging in and out of Daphne's soaking pussy.
"I'm close," Daphne gasped, her movements becoming more frantic. "Oh Merlin, I'm so close!"
"Cum for me," Harry growled, thrusting up to meet her. "Cum on my cock, Daphne. Right here. In front of everyone."
That was all it took. Daphne's body went rigid, her pussy clamping down around Harry's cock as her orgasm crashed through her. She cried out, her voice ringing through the alcove, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her release.
Harry held her through it, his cock still buried deep inside her. When her trembling finally subsided, she slumped back against his chest, breathing hard.
"That was..." Daphne panted, a satisfied smile on her face. "Exactly what I needed."
She lifted herself off his cock with a wet sound, and Harry's massive length sprang free, still rock hard and glistening with her arousal. It stood proudly in the air, pointing straight up like an obscene monument.
And then, from somewhere nearby, a familiar voice called out.
"Daphne! There you are!"
Harry's eyes widened in panic. Pansy Parkinson and Tracey Davis were making their way towards them, weaving through the crowd with drinks in hand. They hadn't spotted his cock yet. Astoria was still standing, her body blocking their view.
Daphne quickly yanked up the top of her dress, shoving her tits back into the straining fabric. But there was nothing she could do about Harry's fat cock, still jutting proudly into the air, impossible to hide.
"Quick, Astoria!" Daphne hissed urgently, pointing at his glistening member.
Astoria's head whipped between her sister and the approaching witches, her eyes wide with panic. Her mind was clearly spinning, searching for a solution, and then something seemed to click.
Before Harry could process what was happening, Astoria was moving. She turned, her back facing him, and hiked up her dress with trembling hands.
Harry's brain short-circuited.
Her pussy was bare. Glistening. Completely exposed.
She's not wearing panties, Harry realised, his mind reeling. She really did match Daphne's outfit down to every last detail. Even the parts nobody was supposed to see.
And then Astoria's hand found his cock, her fingers wrapping around the base, and Harry understood exactly what she was about to do.
No. No, she can't be serious. She's going to—
But she was. She was lining him up with her entrance, just like Daphne had done all those weeks ago in his study room. The same panicked solution. The same insane logic. Hide the evidence in the only place they won't think to look.
It runs in the family, Harry thought hysterically, the Greengrass sisters' preferred method of crisis management is to stuff their cunts full of cock!
Astoria began to sink down.
"Oh Merlin," she whimpered, her voice cracking as his head pushed past her entrance. "It's... it's so big..."
Harry's hands found her hips instinctively, though whether to help her down or stop her entirely, he couldn't say. She was impossibly tight, her virgin walls resisting every inch, her whole body trembling as she forced herself lower.
This is insane, Harry's mind screamed. She's never even seen a cock before tonight, and now she's trying to take all twelve inches just to hide it from her sister's friends!
But Astoria kept going. Inch after agonising inch, her pussy stretched around him, wet heat enveloping his shaft as she sank lower and lower. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her thighs shaking, but she didn't stop.
Pansy and Tracey arrived just as Astoria bottomed out, her arse finally coming to rest on Harry's thighs. Every last inch of his cock was buried inside her, her tight cunt gripping him like a vice.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Harry sat frozen, his mind struggling to process the situation. Astoria Greengrass, innocent, blushing, scandalised-by-everything Astoria, had just taken his entire cock to the hilt. Her virgin pussy was stuffed full of him, stretched to its absolute limit, and she was sitting in his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The chaperone, Harry thought, a manic laugh threatening to escape him. The one their mother sent to ensure nothing improper happened. She's currently balls deep on the cock she was supposed to be protecting her sister from!
And then it happened.
Astoria went completely rigid. Her legs started shaking uncontrollably, her toes curling in her high heels. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream that quickly became very, very loud.
"OH MERLIN!" Astoria cried out, her whole body convulsing. "OH FUCK! FUCK! I'M... I'M CUMMING!"
She came explosively on Harry's cock, her untouched pussy clenching around him like a vice as waves of pleasure crashed through her virgin body. She'd been building up the anticipation all night, so aroused from watching her sister that all it took was a fat cock stretching her open to push her over the edge.
Harry watched in amazement as Astoria shattered in his lap, her tits rippling in her dress, her moans echoing through the alcove. Her pussy rippled around his cock, squeezing and milking him with each spasm of her orgasm.
Pansy and Tracey stood frozen, their mouths hanging open in shock, their drinks forgotten in their hands.
"Is she..." Pansy began.
"On Harry's..." Tracey continued.
"CUMMING!" Astoria screamed, confirming their suspicions as she threw her head back, her body arching, her legs kicking helplessly as the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her.
Harry was in absolute heaven. Astoria's virgin cunt was impossibly tight, impossibly hot, impossibly perfect around his cock. He hadn't even moved, hadn't done anything but sit there, and she was cumming harder than he'd ever seen anyone cum before.
"Oh my..." Pansy's drink slipped from her fingers, the glass shattering against the floor.
Tracey's followed a moment later, another crash of broken glass.
And then they were running, fleeing the scene as fast as their high heels could carry them, no doubt to spread the rumours of what they'd witnessed to every witch and wizard in the castle.
But Harry couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Astoria was still cumming on his cock, her body shaking and trembling, her moans filling the air. Not when Daphne was watching with an expression of pure delight, her hand pressed between her own thighs.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Astoria's orgasm began to subside. She slumped back against Harry's chest, breathing hard, her whole body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Oh no," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Oh no, oh no, oh no... they saw... everyone's going to know... Mother is going to... oh no..."
Harry's cock twitched inside her, still rock hard, still buried to the hilt in her tight pussy.
Astoria's eyes widened.
"You're... you're still..."
"Hard as a rock," Harry confirmed, his hands finding her hips. "And we're not done yet."
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+ and consenting adults.
I was struggling a bit with the Padma/Parvati one-shot, so I pivoted to this instead. Enjoy!