Wind swept in through the open window into his bedroom, making the parchment Astoria was writing on flutter as she held out a hand to hold it down. The quill she was using dripped its ink carelessly onto his bedsheets, something Harry knew the house-elves would be wroth over.
But the youngest Greengrass sister could care less. Angering the Manor’s many house-elves was almost like a game to her. Ruined outfits, scraped woodwork, messy shoes, and a whole host of other broken and missing items were always left in her wake.
It was a wonder the brunette managed to maintain her beautiful appearance, as her usual clumsiness didn’t give the impression she would care that much about her looks. Then again, Harry figured that beauty was something that came naturally to the women in House Greengrass.
“How about a snake?” She asked him suddenly, continuing their conversation on and breaking him out of his thoughts. “Mother could always import something exotic like a Runespoor, or even a Horned serpent from MACUSA? Oh! And I almost forgot you could speak to snakes too!”
For some reason, Astoria seemed to love the idea of him getting a pet. In her mind, Hedwig simply wasn't enough, and that wasn’t to mention Buckbeak who had recently arrived and was getting settled into the Manor’s stables.
“I…” He tried to picture himself taking a snake as a pet, and the reactions he would get from the Hogwarts student population. Knowing his luck, it would probably be like second year all over again. Walking through the halls of Hogwarts while speaking parseltongue to a three-headed Runespoor simply wasn’t the best of ideas. “Maybe something less flashy?”
“Eh, you should worry less the attention you get.” The younger brunette shrugged. “The Hogwarts rumor mill will always exaggerate, and you know, a lot of girls told me it was kinda hot that time you spoke parseltongue during the dueling club. Even Daphne seemed to like it, and you might actually get somewhere with her if you try it again.”
“W-What?” Of the brunette’s many ideas to woo her sister, that seemed like most outlandish one yet.
“Think about it.” Astoria’s grin was teasing. “I’d love to see what Daphne’s reaction would be if you walked in on her with a Boa constrictor wrapped around you neck while speaking to it in parseltongue.”
That gave him an idea suddenly. “There was this Boa constrictor I befriended at the zoo once. I accidentally set it on my cousin, and then it escaped afterwards.”
She smiled widely. “That’s it! I’ll find that snake and give it to you so you can set it on my sister!”
He snorted in amusement. “She might actually kill me then.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Astoria moved closer to him on the bed, into his personal space. “But you’ll need to do something for me first.”
“What?”
“Just a kiss.” He froze at her words, and her expression suddenly became vulnerable as she quieted.
“I-I…” He stuttered while trying to figure a way out of this situation.
She only looked more let down at his actions. “How long are you going to keep ignoring me, Harry?”
Astoria’s face was close to his own, and he could feel her breaths against his chin. It was hard to move away, or even to look somewhere else, as he felt taken by her beauty. It wasn’t hard to figure out what she was seeking, as it was the reason why she spent so much time with him. Even now, she was in his bedroom, in his bed of all places, trying to get his attention.
Yet Harry had resisted her advances at every turn. It simply didn’t feel right to fall into a relationship with her so quickly, almost like he was taking advantage of her through the marriage contract. But his willpower could only hold out for so long, as he struggled to resist the brunette’s beauty.
“I’m not ignoring you.” His voice felt rough. “If anything, it’s hard for me not to watch you.”
Her breath hitched, eyes widening as her face blushed a deeper color. They were both quiet in that moment, moving closer, and soon their lips met.
The kiss last for a long time, and then became longer. Her small hands were all over him, on his chest, lightly feeling his messy hair, before moving down to trace his muscles.
Harry, for his part, struggled not to be rougher with the beautiful brunette. She was pretty, akin to those muggle supermodels with her thin and healthy frame along with that beautiful dark brown hair that was polished to a glossy shine. Then there were those breasts that were slightly larger than seemed appropriate for her thin physique. But Harry could hardly complain as the two sacks of flesh pressed comfortably against him.
His body was beginning to react, manhood swelling with blood as it became partly flaccid. He wasn’t fully erect, but still massive, and she noticed. Astoria’s hands soon trailed down to feel his length through his trousers, as she gasped loudly against his lips.
“Is that your…” Her eyes were wide as she looked down, her palm looking minuscule against the enormous impression of his bulging cock.
“It’s okay.” He ran a hand through her hair soothingly. “We don’t have to go that far today.”
“It’s so big...” She bit her lip and shivered at his touch. “I wonder if it’ll fit.”
His cock twitched violently as he bit back a groan, all while Astoria was palming and feeling it up through his trousers. The younger girl gasped, as his shaft swelled to become even bigger than before, egged on by her stroking.
She looked up at him then, pupils dilated wildly as her breaths came in pants. The girl was extremely turned on, and Harry knew he could do anything he wanted to with her in that moment. But it didn’t last, as suddenly the cry of a bird broke them both out of the hot situation.
An owl he had never seen before descended through the open window and into his room then. Hedwig hooted irritably from her perch at the bird, as the new owl dropped a letter in his lap before posting up at the top of a nearby doorframe.
He looked down at the letter to see it was addressed to his name and written in ungainly writing. Tearing it open, it didn’t take long to figure out which of his friends wrote it.
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Harry,
DAD GOT TICKETS! Ireland versus Bulgaria at the World Cup! Mum's writing to your relatives to ask you to stay. They might already have the letter, I don't know how fast Muggle post is, but thought I'd send this with Pig anyway.
We're coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you. If they say no, still send Pig back and we'll come and get you anyway.
Hermione's arriving this afternoon. Also, Percy's started work at the Ministry. Don't mention anything about it while you're here though, unless you want the pants bored off you.
See you soon,
Ron
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“Huh.” Was all he got out as he stared at the letter. I guess the owl is named Pig.
“What is it?” Astoria asked.
“A letter from my friend, Ron.” He answered. “His family got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, and he’s invited me. Although he still thinks I live with my muggle family.”
Astoria’s eyes lit up with interest. “Are you going?”
“Maybe.” He answered, sounding somewhat uninterested.
If someone was to ask the old Harry months previously, he would’ve been jumping for joy to get away from the Dursleys and stay with the Weasleys. Now, however, he was finding he enjoyed the company of the Greengrasses far better than anything else. It was to the point he didn’t want to leave, even if it was for a couple days. He was used to Astoria’s presence, and even that of her cold sister, along with the pleasure that came with sleeping in Aspasia’s bed every night.
The older blonde woman was especially clingy at times, and rarely a night went by when they didn’t have mind blowing sex followed by her nearly climbing on top of him due to her cuddling. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake up with long blonde hair clouding his vision, her breasts or bum pushed against his body while their limbs were messily intertwined.
“We can go too.” Astoria said, getting his attention. “We have a tent that we rarely use, and I can probably convince Mother to use the event as some excuse for networking.”
He tried not to grimace, but failed. “I know it’s wrong, but I’m supposed to keep our connection secret for now. The Weasleys might ask questions if they learn I’m staying in your tent, or even just acquaintances with your Mother.”
And after finding out that Dumbledore was messing with his vaults, he didn’t want to give the Headmaster any clues that he was on to him. Even if Dumbledore wasn’t his enemy, Harry didn’t want to risk word getting back to him through the Weasleys that the Greengrasses had become his allies. It could risk his current living situation, Sirius’ acquittal, and a whole host of other things.
That wasn’t to mention whatever Mrs. Weasley’s reaction would be to knowing he was even acquainted with a Dark family. The woman was sure to make a scene, and he dreaded to know what she would do the day his marriage contract with House Greengrass became public.
Astoria seemed disheartened, but didn’t give up. “If it was Mother or Daphne, maybe, but you can always go with me.”
“Huh?”
“I’m in the year after yours, Harry. And when everyone thinks of Greengrass, they think of my Mother or Daphne, whose been raised as the heiress. I’m the forgotten second daughter, and on top of it all, I’m not even in Slytherin.”
“I… If you’re sure.” She might be degrading herself a bit much, but her point did stand. The Weasleys wouldn’t think twice if they saw him and Astoria being friendly. If anything, they would assume the younger brunette was just some fangirl trying to get his autograph or something.
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“Absolutely not.”
Aspasia sat across from himself and Astoria as they sat at her desk in her office. A severe frown was plastered across her elegant face, the stacks of paperwork in front of her left forgotten as she looked at her youngest daughter in disapproval.
“But Mother, this will be the perfect opportunity for us to-”
“The answer is still no, Astoria.” She folded her arms. “Going out in public with Harry in a time like this is just asking for trouble.”
The young brunette had just explained her plan to Aspasia in hopes she would agree to it. In it, the Greengrasses would set up their own tent at the Quidditch World Cup, while Harry stayed in the Weasley’s tent. Astoria could then interact with him as needed, like a secret messenger, with Aspasia and Daphne staying away and out of sight. But it seemed that the Matriarch of House Greengrass wasn’t inclined to agree.
“Actually, I agree with Astoria.” Those words earned him a searching look from the older blonde. “I think it could work. If we need to modify a few details, that’s also fine.”
Aspasia pinched the bridge of her nose. “What could possibly possess you into agreeing to this?”
He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “I forgot to mention earlier, but the Weasleys still think I’m at the Dursleys. Ron wrote saying that they’ll come get me regardless if my muggle relatives agree or not.”
“Fantastic.” She spoke dryly as her brow twitched in irritation. “And I assume that telling them you and those muggles are away on vacation won’t convince them otherwise?”
“Erm-” He started, but she held up a hard to forestall his response while sighing dramatically.
What’s her deal? It was only a few days that he would be away with the Weasleys, and yet Aspasia was acting as if it was the end of the world. He looked to the side at Astoria, only to see the girl had an indulgent grin on her lips. That was when he figured it out.
Is she really that possessive? His heart skipped a beat happily as he realized what the problem was. Aspasia simply didn’t want him leave her side, even for such a small amount of time.
Harry got up from his chair then, his body standing tall as he walked around the desk confidently towards the blonde. Aspasia Greengrass watched his approach oddly, mouth slightly agape as she wondered what he was doing. But that was when he struck.
His lips crashed against her own as she inhaled sharply through her nose, her body being pushed back against the chair. Harry didn’t hold back, ravaging her lips as she had no room to break away, her hands gripping the arm wrests as if trying to hold on.
Soon she began to reciprocate, unable to resist him, but was when pulled away, leaving the woman out of breath as she panted and stared up at him. Her hips grounded together as she bit her lips, a blush appearing slowly on her tall cheekbones.
To the side, Astoria had a smirk on her face, and looked to be holding back giggles.
“That was…” The older woman seemed a loss for words, seemingly embarrassed and hot while her younger daughter watched on.
“There’s no need to worry about the Weasleys.” Harry stated. “They won’t find out anything. And I’ll be back here before you know it.”
“I know, but still…” She played with a lock of hair, no longer having the look of a confident witch, but that of a lovestruck teenager who would have to suffer through loneliness for a few days.
Astoria couldn’t help it, but laughed. “Don’t worry, Mother, Harry will be back in your bed before you know it!”
The older woman gasped. “Astoria Greengrass!”
She only giggled. “Unless Ginny Weasley manages to get him trapped in a marriage contract just like us! The rumors say she’s had a crush on him since she came out the womb!”
“It’s true.” Harry nodded, trying not to openly laugh. “I’ll have to work very hard not to fall for whatever the Weasleys have planned. Maybe they also have an outstanding marriage contract for me to sign.”
“Out. Out!” Aspasia seemed to have enough of their teasing, and didn’t want to get embarrassed again. “The both of you, out of my office!”
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The Weasley Burrow looked the same as the last time he was here. If a bit smaller than he remembered. Part of the reason for that was that Harry had grown, but also because he was used to the enormity that was Greengrass Manor and its sprawling estate.
He could hear the noise coming from inside before he even walked past the garden, the talking and yells of the happy Weasley family members as they got ready for dinner.
He knocked on the front door, and it was Ron who opened it. His roommate was busy talking to one of his siblings before he turned to him. The redhead’s eyes widened at the sight that greeted him, his shout making everyone else go quiet. “Merlin’s sack! Harry is that you?!”
He smiled. “Hey.”
Suddenly, the rest of the Weasley family was clamoring over to see him. Not just Ron and the Twins, as he was used to, but also their brothers who had already graduated Hogwarts. Harry greeted them all, along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, until it was just him and his roommate.
“Are those new robes?” Ron eyed his outfit, his cheeks reddening slightly.
He had forgotten about his new wardrobe, and as such had worn some of the normal clothes the Greengrass house-elves had gotten for him. “I- erm, made a trip to Diagon Alley to get some new robes over the summer. Dudley’s hand-me-downs were getting old.”
Luckily, he hadn’t worn one of the more ridiculous outfits that he now owned. Even if it did feel good to wear robes that cost more than Vernon Dursley made in a month, it would be too dramatic a change to don them regularly. The Weasleys were used to seeing him in rags after all, and he didn’t want to change too much and give anything away.
“Oh, I guess that makes sense.” Ron seemed to accept his answer well enough.
“Harry!” It was Hermione who shouted his name then, as she descended from the staircase and ran across the room to give him a hug. “I thought we would pick you up tomorrow?”
“I figured I’d come early.” He lifted his trunk slightly. “The Dursleys were getting on my nerves, so I took the knight bus here.”
“That’s great, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile as she levitated a pot out of the oven. “Saved the boys time with that decision. Come, have a seat, dinner is almost ready.”
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The normally loud Weasley household was dead silent as darkness fell and hours past into the night. Yet Harry couldn’t help but toss and turn in bed while trying and failing to fall asleep. One might think it was the unfamiliar bed that he was laying on - which was a lot less comfortable than his one at Greengrass Manor - but in reality it was his aching cock.
Hours went by and his length refused to soften, his balls bloated and demanding release. He tried everything from thinking of Snape’s underwear, to counting backwards from 100, but his cock stayed hard nonetheless. And so finally, he gave in.
How long has it been since I’ve done this? His hand moved down under his sheets to grasp the his hardened cock.
It was the first night in a while he had gone without sex, something his body was rebelling against. It seemed that spending night after night having sex with Lady Greengrass had put him in a routine of sorts, and even just going a day without draining his balls was enough to get him pent up.
He was harder than ever as his hand ran up and down his shaft, imagining Aspasia and all the positions he had taken her in. He picture her huge round ass, clapping and bouncing against his thighs as he pounded her. Those big teardrop breasts, massive and overflowing his palms as he grasped them. Above all, he thought of her mature womanly face smeared in sweat and wild with arousal, screaming his name between moans as he drove her wild with pleasure.
SCHLCK SCHLCK SCHLCK
His hand kept moving up and down rhythmically, his limbo relentless, driving his lewd mind onwards. He thought back to Astoria, her innocent eyes looking up at him as she felt his cock in his bedroom. His pictured what it would be like if he exposed himself then and there, whipping out his length for her to worship.
It was like Aspasia had said to him so long ago, that the younger brunette wouldn’t be able to handle him. He thought of her tiny hands, failing to fully grip his length, her mouth slobbering and choking as she desperately tried to suck him off.
Yet he would keep going further, thrusting his length harshly until she was fully impaled on his cock. He would ram himself into her as she screamed in ecstasy, before pumping her full of so much seed in order to get her pregnant.
“Fuck.” Obscene amounts of precum left his tip as his hand jerked harder, making an absolute mess as his heavy balls throbbed with pleasure.
He was so close, and it was the last thought that truly began to drive him over the edge.
He imagined Daphne. The elder Greengrass sister who seemed to despise his very presence. He thought of what it would be like to have her, to take her like he took her mother. No longer would she treat him like trash, but instead like a Lord, being his good little Slytherin whore.
He would make her dress up in those Slytherin robes before he took her, or even just take her in front of her classmates. He imagined fucking her in the Slytherin common room under the Black lake, or even in Snape’s office, making the Slytherin Ice Queen his.
Mine. He nearly growled. His cock jerking erratically as the first load left his shaft. His teeth grit as he struggled not to make a sound, releasing wave after wave of cum onto the bedsheets until he discreetly pulled out his wand and vanished it.
He would enjoy himself with the Weasleys for the next few days, and then return back to Greengrass Manor where he truly belonged.
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18