The Greengrasses Chapter 16

“Are you really going to make me ask you the same question for the fifth time in a row?”

Daphne felt her eyes narrow in irritation. “Your constant inquiries into my private life is getting tiresome.”

“It’s not your private life I’m asking about, but your love life.”

“There’s no difference.”

“Of course there is!” Tracey Davis smiled mischievously, obviously enjoying this torment session. “Private life is for only for you to know. Love life is for you to know, and me to find out about. So, please don’t make me ask again about your date with Harry Potter.”

It was not unusual for the best friend of Daphne Greengrass to visit her at Greengrass Manor, and neither was it unusual for the girl to quickly get on her nerves either. That said, it had taken only a few moments after her arrival that day to begin hounding her for answers about her date with Harry.

She sighed, realizing her best friend wouldn’t give up on this line of questioning. “It was… mediocre at best.”

“Coming from you, that means it must have been astonishingly good.”

“And what could have possibly given you that idea?”

“The fact you haven’t cursed him like you usually do to your suitors, or that I’m able to have a civilized conversation with you about Harry Potter of all people.” Tracey smiled. “He really did a number on you, didn’t he? Who knew the Boy-Who-Lived could have you acting like this. I only wish I had seen you right after your date, I bet you were swooning.”

She snorted in contempt. “I definitely was not swooning.”

“I talked to Astoria on the way in, she said you looked like you’d been hit with a mild Confundus after you got home.”

“Astoria exaggerates.”

“Astoria,” Said a new voice from the doorway to her quarters. “does no such thing.”

“How nice of you to join us.” Daphne tried and failed to hide her frustration, sarcasm in her tone clear.

Her brunette sister only smiled in response, ponytail swaying from side to side as she entered and sat down nearby. “Discussing sister’s date? I’ve been meaning to ask for details.”

“Why? So you can write an article about it?”

“Please, Skeeter does enough of that already.” Astoria had actually brought a copy of Witch Weekly with her, and opened it. “I’ll admit to being kind of jealous, most of these articles seem to think either you or Mother seduced Potter. Sure, they mentioned me originally, but now it’s like I never existed, like I could never be the one who charmed Harry Potter.”

“Why would you be jealous about that, Astoria?” Tracey asked oddly.

Daphne nearly cursed, remembering she had yet to explain the odd marriage contract situation to her best friend. When she originally asked for help to go on her date, Tracey had only processed the words ‘muggle date’, ‘what to wear’, and ‘Harry Potter’, before jumping at the chance to find her the right outfit.

Her best friend was a stereotypical talkative teenage witch, liking to shop, gossip, and especially enjoyed trying out different outfits. And not just in the wizarding world, as Tracey was a half-blood, often shopping and buying products and outfits in the muggle world that she had grown up in. It was why Daphne sought her aid after all, as who else would know what to wear on a muggle date?

But there was a problem, in that she had yet to tell Tracey - or anyone else for that matter - about the outstanding marriage contract situation that had Harry marrying all three Greengrass girls.

Her eyes met Astoria’s from across the room, and a silent conversation took place. Say what you wanted about her sister, but the younger brunette was smart, and knew what she was asking. It only took but a moment, as they silently agreed on what to tell Tracey. Or rather, what not to tell her.

She sighed, knowing it would be easier to lie for the time being. “I’m locked in a marriage contract with Harry Potter.”

“I knew it!” Tracey’s jaw dropped. “So it’s true then. Did your mother really arrange it like the papers are saying?”

“It was an old marriage contract that expired and went outstanding.” At the girl’s confused look, Daphne elaborated. “Marriage contracts - especially older ones - were organized to only exist between two families for a set amount of time until they were fulfilled. However, if they were agreed to and set up but never fulfilled, then they become what’s called outstanding.”

“Mother said the one between House Greengrass and Potter is a thousand years old.” Astoria chimed in. “Usually nothing happens if they expire and go unfulfilled, but due to ours being so old, it’s punishment ended up with… Well, this.”

“Woah, that’s pretty brutal.” Tracey seemed to realize what she just said, and winced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine.” She waved it off, silently wondering what her friend’s reaction would be if she found out about the polygamous aspect of it. “As you can imagine, it’s been an adjustment.”

“Then why is Harry Potter living here? Just because you’re betrothed doesn’t mean he has to move in now, right?”

“Mother insisted.” In her mind, the only reason Aspasia Greengrass had Harry Potter living with them was so they could fuck like rabbits for most of the summer. The older blonde was thirsty for young wizard cock, and had pounced at the opportunity Harry provided. “Before he came to the Manor, Potter lived with his muggle family through his mud- muggleborn Mother’s side. Mother wanted to educate him on wizarding etiquette and customs, and also help him with his estate management.”

In a way, it almost seemed fitting that having Harry Potter living with them snowballed into her Mother becoming a political powerhouse and the center of British Wizarding politics. Ironic considering the antics he got up to at school, and suddenly the quiet life of the Greengrass Family was now gone, each of them being celebrities due to their newfound connection to Harry Potter.

But of course, Tracey Davis didn’t care about any of that. As Daphne knew very well, her best friend was boy-crazy, and she was once again wondering how the brunette witch got placed into Slytherin in the first place.

“You’re telling me you had Harry Potter living in the same home as you for months, and only now went out with him?” Tracey growled. “Daphne, if I were in your shoes, I’d be sleeping in the same bed as him every night.”

“Not all of us are as promiscuous as you.”

“You regularly wear lingerie to bed, and have it custom ordered by your house-elves.” Her best friend rolled her eyes. “Ignoring that, please tell me you’ve at least kissed? I know you’re one strung-up bitch, but this is the top bachelor in Britain we’re talking about!”

She might have high self control, exceptional occlumency, and a poker face, but Daphne could not stop the heat rising to her cheeks in that moment. Her sister was the first to notice, as she had known her the longest and knew what to look for, as she chuckled at the sight.

Of course, Tracey noticed too, with Astoria’s help of course. “YOU ACTUALLY DID! Don’t lie, the two of you definitely made out!”

“N-No, w-we did no such thing.” She cursed the small shake in her voice.

“Hehehe, you’re a terrible liar when it comes to this, sister.” Astoria giggled. “Did you two do more than kiss then?”

“No!” She exclaimed immediately.

“Oh, so you only kissed then? Is that all?” Her grin was taunting, as Daphne fell into her trap, accidentally admitting herself and Harry had kissed.

“Stop. This isn’t for you to hear about.”

“Was it a long kiss or slow?” Tracey didn’t help.

“I-It…” She stuttered out, eventually swallowing and recomposing herself. “It was quick, okay?”

“A quick kiss to end the evening, after being wined and dined by Harry Potter.” Her best friend smiled goofily. “Have I ever told you how lucky you are?”

“First a kiss, then a long snog, and next you’ll move on to better things.” Astoria smirked devilishly. “You’ll be screaming Harry’s name in no time.”

Daphne’s cheeks only blushed harder, as she hid her face in her hands, while Tracey cackled in disbelief. “Astoria! I didn’t know you had such a dirty mind!”

“Then you don’t know my sister very well.” Daphne Greengrass was getting accustomed to the perverted side of her younger sister as of late.

“Just think, Daphne, your lips around his length with his fingers in your hair.” Astoria smirked. “You’ll be on your knees and powerless, eyes looking up into those gorgeous green eyes he has. I tell you, Potter’s eyes can see all the way into your soul, and you’ll have the perfect view when he’s fucking your mouth with his c-”

The brunette didn’t finish, as she had chucked a pillow across the room at her while Tracey laughed her ass off and rolled around on the ground.

It didn’t help that Daphne didn’t find any of it funny, instead stuck on the part her sister had said about Harry Potter’s green eyes. She had seen those eyes intimately and up close on their date, being so beautiful and bright that they took her breath away. The image of those eyes staring at her from across the dinner table, or dilated and close-up after their kiss… She shivered as her core dampened at the memory.

A strange thought occurred to her then, as with the three of them hanging out in Daphne’s bedroom, she had to wonder what Potter and her Mother were up to elsewhere in the Manor.

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His hand gripped the back of her head, forcing the older blonde down his shaft as she looked up at him with a green gaze filled with lust.

“Deeper.” He commanded, tightening his grip on the back of her head as he pushed more of his meat into her.

He could feel himself entering her throat, bulging it out with his sheer girth as she struggled to breath. But the Lady of House Greengrass didn’t resist, consuming even more of his length just as he commanded.

GLUCK GLURK GLUCK

Soon he was ramming himself into her over and over, spittle and seed pouring from her stretched lips as he fucked her mouth. All the while a seemingly endless stream of precum leaked from his cockhead, gulped down while her glistening pink lips dragged up and down his throbbing, veiny shaft.

His grip on her hair was unrelenting, the mighty pureblood Lady treated like a Knockturn alley whore as he brutalized her throat with his length. She choked and gagged violently with each thrust, his sheer girth reshaping her throat as it massaged every inch.

Then there was the saliva and copious amounts of seed that escaped her stuffed lips, waterfalling down her chin and down onto the exposed cleavage below. After that came his balls, full and bloated - eager to expel their heavy load - which slapped against her chin over and over.

“Fuck, this is what I needed.” He threw his head back, basking in the pleasure. “Your daughter really did a number of me last night, it was all I could do not to rip that tight dress off her all evening. She might act all high and mighty, but she’s just as much as a slut as her Mother.”

Aspasia hummed and moaned around his length, pulling off him before giving his cock meaty pumps with her hands as she looked past it and up at him. “You should’ve done so when you got back to the Manor, taken her right in the entryway for everyone to watch. That bitch could’ve finally gotten what she deserved, a real stick shoved up her arse.”

“Fuck.” That comment was too much for him, his manhood giving a great lurch before expelling its load. Aspasia moved in front of it then, taking his cockhead in her mouth while her hands jacked him off, inhaling load after load before his hand came down to grab the back of her skull.

He pulled her down his shaft in one hard motion, her plump lips colliding with his crotch as his girth bulged out her throat. All the while he kept cumming, pumping load after load down her gullet and straight into her stomach. When it was almost over, Harry wretched his filthy cock out of her mouth, gripping and jacking himself off as he hosed Aspasia’s face down with seed.

The mature witch only moaned loudly in response, drenched in seed and drowning in lust. It was a wonder she managed to compose herself after he dominated her so thoroughly, cleaning off his cock with her mouth as they eventually finished up.

When they were done, he buttoned up his trousers after Aspasia was done cleaning him, as the woman used a scourgify charm on herself before sitting down. She had invited him here to talk about something urgent, only to be interrupted by his aching manhood. A quick and brutal blowjob later, and they were finally having their meeting.

“Now that we’re done with that, there are a few things I need to speak to you about.” She began. “First, being Sirius’ trial.”

“So it’s actually happening?” He asked in interest.

She nodded in response. “Amelia is arranging things, not letting Fudge bury it like he usually would. She expects me to get the witnesses lined up and their statements ready soon.”

“One of them being me, of course, and then Ron, Hermione, and Remus.” They had spoken about this before, and decided the people from that group would testify best in Sirius’ favor.

They were those from his third year who were with him in the Shrieking Shack, witnessing Sirius’ innocence firsthand along with Pettigrew’s survival. Of course, they could always ask Snape to testify as well, but Harry knew the Potions Professor would never agree.

“On that front, there might be a complication.” She sighed. “The Weasley Matriarch has been hounding me for answers as of late, sending howlers in the mail and even having her husband forward inquiries through the Ministry.”

Harry reeled back. “Seriously?”

But despite his initial reaction, he probably should’ve seen something like this coming. He had left the Weasleys at the World Cup with barely a word of goodbye, and the next thing that happened was Aspasia declaring herself his proxy at the Wizengamot.

Between that and the many articles - most of which framing the Greengrass women as sinister witches who seduced and are manipulating him - he probably shouldn’t be surprised that Ron’s Mother was throwing a fit. Molly Weasley was overbearing to the extreme, and he should’ve made preparations before so she wouldn’t have such a strong reaction.

“I’ll send a letter to Ron, and maybe floo to their home to talk everything over.” He decided.

“You’ve actually received a letter from your friend already.” She reached into her desk and pulled out an ugly envelope before handing it over. “An unfamiliar bird showed up last evening, and the house-elves handed its package over to me, not knowing it was from your friend.”

“Oh, thanks then.” He took the envelope and opened it.

Harry,

Mum has been going spare! If you read this letter, know that me and the boys are on your side, but Mum won’t hear a word in your defense. She’s even sent a few howlers your way, and is having Dad reach out through the Ministry.

We’ve tried to stop her, but will need your help. Sorry if this is a bad time, and just know that me, Fred, and George as definitely rooting for you. You can definitely count on me to testify in Sirius’ favor, and there’s no way I’ll let Mum stop me.

Also, good job on bagging Greengrass! Hermione and Ginny have thrown their own fits over the news, and decided that hot brunette we talked to at the World Cup was your girlfriend. Dunno why you’d keep such news from your best mate, but I’m happy for you!

-Ron

He sighed after reading the letter, knowing the situation was bad but not fully lost. It seemed that Ron and his various brothers were still on his side - if only because he was dating a hot witch.

However, there was one odd part of the letter, being that his friends were under the assumption that he was dating Astoria. While not necessarily untrue, it did create complications, as his original plan was to tell everyone that he and Daphne were dating, before eventually explaining the marriage contract situation at a later date.

Either way, it seemed that one thing was unavoidable now. It seems a trip to see the Weasley Burrow is in order.

He could only hope Mrs. Weasley would calm down, and that Hermione’s reaction wouldn’t be too harsh when she found out.

“Ron is still willing to testify, but I’ll probably have to talk to Hermione when I see them all.” He said at last. “They seem to think that me and Astoria are dating.”

“Why would they think that?” A new voice said, and he turned to see Daphne entering her Mother’s office.

“Astoria and I spent some time together at the World Cup, and the others saw us together.” He briefly explained. “After seeing the news about everything, and with the only Greengrass I’ve ever associated with being Astoria… they ended up with that conclusion.”

Daphne grimaced. “I just told Tracey that you and I are dating.”

That did complicate things, but it wasn’t the end of the world. It was very unlikely that Daphne’s friend, Tracey Davis, would never talk to the Weasleys or Hermione about his love life. But there was still the chance that conflicting news could spread that he was dating either Daphne or her sister, leading to a worse situation than the current one.

“We could always just… tell them.” He said at last.

Aspasia sighed. “The Weasleys are firmly in Dumbledore’s pocket, and it would create complications if we told them everything.”

“Because it would get back to Dumbledore?”

The older witch nodded, and Harry remained quiet as he thought everything over. He suddenly found himself in an awkward position with no good options, and would have to sleep on the question of what to do before he made a final decision.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18