In His Father’s Footsteps Ch.3 (Harry Potter)

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A/N: Patron Request

Summary: Lily was nervous about her son getting the worst habits of his father. Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened. It wasn't on purpose, but Harry found himself surrounded by witches. He was in love with Hermione, he really was, but she clearly had other plans. Not something Harry was complaining about, though.

Ch.3 Pairing: Harry/Daphne/Hermione

With gold hair scattered on the pillow and Daphne’s face unusually peaceful as she slept, Harry knew that this would be something only a privileged few could see. He knew he was overly emotional right now with how much he was gushing over her, but the alternative was waking her up for a round of morning sex.

Daphne was almost naked under the blanket that barely covered her, unfortunately, shirt-covered tits, looking irresistible to Harry, who had woken up with morning wood. He had taken her virginity last night and wanted to show a bit of care by letting his newest girlfriend get some much-needed rest before classes started for the day. That was the only thing stopping Harry from ripping the blanket off and mounting the blonde like a savage.

Daphne mumbled softly and turned over, burrowing into his side while wrapping her leg around his. Harry’s lips twitched in amused irritation. Of course, she has to tempt him by reminding him what she has to offer. Her soft curves were pressed into his body, making his cock beg for some sort of release.

Luckily for Daphne’s continued sleep, Hermione’s head was revealed, floating next to Harry’s bed. He wasn’t surprised to see his brunette girlfriend here since she borrowed his invisibility cloak just for this purpose.

Hermione usually jumped Harry the second she saw his cock rearing for release, but this morning she was much more interested in staring at Daphne. Hermione admired the same things that Harry just was, but she took particular notice of the tiny bruises that peppered the bottom of Daphne’s neck. Hermione dropped the invisibility cloak to the floor to reveal an almost see-through nightgown that didn’t help Harry’s erection.

“I see you couldn’t resist marking Daphne,” Hermione sauntered to Harry’s side of the bed and crawled under the blanket.

Harry had two of the most beautiful witches in Hogwarts cuddled into both sides of his body. He pulled them tighter into him, making Daphne moan softly before settling back into sleep.

Harry kissed Hermione softly and shrugged, “Can you blame me?”

“No,” Hermione giggled, “I’d do the same thing.”

Harry’s cock visibly twitched under the blanket, making Hermione smirk at him.

“You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”

Harry looked at her incredulously for such a dumb question. When Hermione kept giggling, he pushed her head down and said, “Fix what you caused, wench.”

“Please,” Hermione scoffed while letting Harry push her toward his cock, “You’re always randy in the morning. Don’t blame this on me.”

Harry didn’t deny that, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted Hermione’s mouth around his cock. The pretty brunette disappeared under the blanket before Harry felt her settling between his legs before her small hands started stroking his shaft.

Harry closed his eyes and wondered if he was living in a dream. When he felt Hermione lightly kissing the tip of his cock, Harry decided he didn’t care.

[Break]

Daphne woke to find her pillow gently moving under her. She frowned and tried to keep it still, but it did nothing. Then the fact that the pillow wasn’t a pillow hit her. Daphne gasped and tried to move away without success. Harry had his arm around her waist to securely hold her to him, and he didn’t seem to be in a mood to let her go. Daphne found she didn’t mind. She reveled in the soreness between her legs as she admired the man that was now her boyfriend.

The night before had been better than Daphne imagined. Though Harry was rougher than she would have preferred, it didn’t change that Daphne couldn’t wait to have him again. She opened her mouth to call Harry’s name before freezing. Daphne wasn’t sure how she missed it, but Harry wasn’t sleeping.

He had his lips slightly parted while his arm seemed to be moving up and down at different speeds under the blanket. Daphne initially thought Harry was masturbating, making her cheeks turn red, but then she heard faint sounds.

Glug Gluck Glug

Daphne might be inexperienced, but she could tell what was happening when what looked like a head bobbed under the blanket on Harry’s groin, along with the sound of a cock getting sucked. She growled and flung the blanket off him before glaring at the familiar brunette slurping on her boyfriend’s dick. Hermione didn’t miss a beat and winked at Daphne before burying her nose in Harry’s pubes and swallowing around his cock.

Daphne wasn’t sure what annoyed her more. That Harry hadn’t woken her so she could give him the relief he wanted, or that Hermione intruded on her time with their boyfriend.

“Harry!” Daphne ignored Hermione throating his cock, “Why did you let her on the bed?!”

Harry lazily opened his eyes and looked at Daphne. He just raised a brow at her and tightened his grip on Hermione’s hair before holding the brunette down on his cock. Daphne glared as he grinned stupidly at her while Hermione moaned around his cock.

“Really, love?” Harry squeezed her waist and leaned over to kiss her cheek, “It should be obvious why I did. Besides, do you really think I can stop Hermione from doing anything she wants?”

Before Daphne could argue, Harry flinched and cried out.

“Hermione! Fuck!”

Daphne looked down to see Hermione nuzzling into Harry’s groin and humming around his thick shaft. The brunette saw her looking, and Daphne swore that the surprisingly-whorish witch smiled at her around the cock in her mouth. Hermione gently squeezed on Harry’s balls before he thrust his hips off the bed, and the brunette’s cheeks bulged. Daphne pouted when she saw thick white liquid escape Hermione’s mouth before the brunette quickly shoved it back in her mouth with her finger.

Harry didn’t give Daphne a chance to take his cock in her mouth last night, preferring to keep her pussy occupied the entire time. Daphne didn’t think much of it then, but now that Hermione looked like she was savoring the cum she was being fed, the blonde was annoyed that she didn’t get the chance to do the same.

“Harry,” Daphne demanded, “You better have some for me too. This was my time! It’s not fair Hermione got to butt in!”

Harry was vaguely aware of Daphne talking to him, but he was far too busy giving Hermione her reward for sucking his cock. It was Hermione that answered after drinking down everything Harry had to give her.

Hermione released his cock from her mouth after giving the tip a kiss and moved up Harry’s body while smacking her lips as if savoring a treat. Daphne watched with wide eyes as Hermione lay on Harry and leisurely kissed him with closed lips before turning to her.

“Don’t be silly, Daphne,” Hermione opened her mouth slightly to tease the blonde with the traces of cum still inside, “Why do you think I don’t eat much for breakfast anymore? Harry expects me to be a good girl and use my mouth every morning. I’m not going to give that up, even to you.”

Daphne glared at Hermione as the brunette curled up on Harry’s chest, wondering if this was the next thing she should compete with her on. The issue was that Daphne didn’t know how to even start a blowjob.

“I have a suggestion,” Hermione said with an impish smile, “You might have missed out on getting it directly from the source, but I can still share.”

Daphne stared at Hermione blankly for a few seconds before getting what she was suggesting.

“I’ll have you know that you can’t trick me so easily! We might share Harry, but I already told you I don’t think of you like that!”

Hermione nodded patronizingly. If that was true, Daphne wouldn’t have stared at her arse high in the air while she sucked Harry. Nor would her eyes constantly dart to her bared cleavage right now. Hermione reminded herself that it would take baby steps, but Daphne would eventually eat her cunt with relish.

“As much as I love hearing this,” Harry interrupted, “We should leave the bed if we don’t want to be late.”

“I’ve never been late before!” Hermione said with a gasp before clambering off Harry. She covered herself with the invisibility cloak before rushing out of the dorm room.

Harry laughed at Hermione’s need to be punctual. He kissed the fuming Daphne into calming down before pulling back and saying, “I hope you’re not actually mad at us.”

Daphne was tempted to say she was, but that wouldn’t be true. It felt good to be included with the two people closest to her, even if Hermione was being annoying.

“I guess I’m not,” Daphne admitted grudgingly before squealing loudly, “Harry!”

Harry had given her arse a firm slap, probably adding a red handprint to her round arse. He rubbed it and cheekily said, “Blame Hermione for that. She told me I’d need to do that often to keep a princess like you in line.”

Daphne blushed while struggling to figure out if she should be offended or not.

[Break]

Harry wondered if this was what it felt like to be envied. He found that he quite liked the feeling. Harry was generally friendly with most of the students in Hogwarts, so when too many eyes stared at him with hostility, he realized that the Hogwarts rumor mill was alive and well. Crawley must have spread the news of him flying with Daphne last night.

He looked at the girls sitting next to him and relaxed when it seemed they didn’t care about the extra attention. If they didn’t mind, then he wouldn’t either. Besides, Hermione and Daphne seemed to be more interested in reviewing their homework than bothering about anything else. They were seated at the Gryffindor table, and instead of food, a swarm of papers were spread in front of them.

Harry loved getting good grades as any other student, but his girlfriends took it to another level. While he would love to try and distract them, Harry preferred to be in good health, thank you very much.

“Harry!”

Oh, Merlin... this was worse than distracting his girlfriends. Harry looked across the table to see the purple eyes of a girl in Slytherin robes, Cassandra Black. The daughter of his godfather, Sirius.

Harry got along just fine with her, but the blonde sitting next to him seemed to despise the very sight of her since they started Hogwarts.

“Black,” Daphne spat, “What have we done to deserve your company?”

Cassandra ignored the blonde, “Hey, Hermione. Please tell me that it’s not true. The ice-bitch isn’t dating Harry, right?”

“Hello, Cassie,” Hermione’s lips twitched in amusement, “Daphne is right there. Why don’t you ask her?”

Cassandra gave the brunette a pitying look, “Don’t worry, Hermione. I’ll let Aunt Lily know what Harry’s doing. She’ll set him straight.”

Unfortunately for her, Harry didn’t react as she thought. He tilted his head and said, “Mum is either going to kill me for dating two girls or coo about how proud she is. I know she liked both of you.”

Hermione grinned and kissed Harry’s cheek while Daphne blushed at the thought of meeting his mother as his girlfriend. On the other side of the sickenly sweet display, Cassandra scowled at seeing the blonde act like a shy girl.

Being in the same house, the Black knew just how ruthless Daphne was to others. It was part of the reason why they didn’t get along. They were far too similar to be friends. That was why Cassandra enjoyed how Daphne blatantly pined after Harry. Flirting, and failing, to get his attention day after day.

When Crawley told nearly everyone in Slytherin that Harry was cheating on Hermione with Daphne, Cassandra could barely believe it. She had known Harry since they were kids, and there was no way he would ever do something that cruel. Seeing Hermione and Daphne share a kiss with Harry at breakfast told the true story. The stupid kid Cassandra knew for years, the one with a list of girls for his prospective harem, was in a threesome. That was without mentioning that the list didn’t have Cassandra in it, not that she cared.

“And you!” Cassandra pointed at Harry, “Wasn’t Hermione enough for you? I thought Aunt Lily made you give up on your dumb list!”

Hermione and Daphne blinked at the last sentence and wondered what Cassandra meant by that. Especially when Harry motioned for her to shut up with a panicked face.

“What’s next? Getting cousin Lucretia involved? I remember she was high on your list.”

“Cassie!” Harry hissed, “Shut up!”

Cassandra smiled and leaned back after a job well done. Hermione and Daphne would no doubt be asking questions, and though she knew it would be minor, it was enough to torment Harry for a bit.

“Good luck, Harry! I’ll see you later, Hermione,” Cassandra got up before pausing, “I hope your cauldron blows up, Greengrass.” With that, she went back to the Slytherin table.

“She is the worst,” Daphne growled.

At the same time, Hermione asked, “What’s this list about?”

Harry glared at Cassandra as she sashayed away. She always did this, popping in, causing mayhem, then leaving Harry to deal with the fallout. He just hoped they forgot about Cassie mentioning Lucretia. The eldest Malfoy child wasn’t someone that either of his girlfriends liked. However, while it wasn’t surprising that Daphne felt that way about Lucretia, it was with Hermione.

Call it shallow, but his brunette girlfriend had a favorable impression of almost every attractive girl in Hogwarts. Lucretia was undoubtedly more than just attractive. But in Hermione’s own words, “Lucretia is a blood-obsessed succubus with no redeeming qualities.”

Harry couldn’t deny that. The eldest Malfoy was everything a pureblood fanatic would want in a daughter. Unfortunately for him, Daphne’s next question told him they hadn’t forgotten.

“Why did Black mention Lucretia? She hates her as much as we do.”

Harry looked to the enchanted ceiling and asked a higher power for a distraction. He didn’t get one. Harry looked away from two sets of piercing eyes and cleared his throat, “Did someone say they need to go to the library? Oh, just me? Well, I’ll be off then.”

Hermione and Daphne didn’t stop Harry as he made his clumsy escape.

“Should we follow?”

“In a little bit,” Hermione replied, “I have the map so let’s give him some time to relax. I really want to know more about that list.”

Daphne could only agree as she glowered at Harry’s back.

[Break]

Harry planned on flying for a bit while the situation cooled down but then changed his mind at the last second. The first place his girls would think to check was the quidditch grounds. With that in mind, the best spot to hide out would actually be the library. Besides, the girls would have no reason to go there since they had already finished their assignments in the Great Hall.

And maybe finishing Flitwick’s essay would score him some points. They did like it whenever Harry chose to be proactive with classwork.

Harry had chosen a table hidden between the shelves and was scribbling in his parchment while referencing some of the tomes he pulled. Harry would love to say he was focusing on what he was writing, but most of his attention was on Cassandra, and how he would get back at her.

Having the marauders around while growing up strongly influenced Cassandra, just as it did for Harry. However, it made her a menace toward him, much to the amusement of his uncles and father. Apparently, watching a small girl divebomb an unsuspecting and equally small boy was hilarious.

“There you are, Harry!”

Harry stiffened in his seat as Hermione pulled a chair closer to his before sitting down.

“Daphne was livid when you ran off.”

Harry winced, “How bad?”

“Very,” Hermione said bluntly, “She went right to her bitchy princess mode-OW!”

Harry quickly looked at Hermione in concern to see her rubbing her arm.

“Hermione?” Harry reached for her in concern.

Hermione flinched again before clearing her throat. “Nothing to worry about. Must have pinched my arm on the chair.

Harry looked confused as Hermione stood up and hugged him from behind, sliding his chair out from under the table. Even a fool could tell that she was acting strange, and Harry wasn’t a fool. If his girlfriend wanted to know about his silly childhood goal, he’d tell her.

“Hermione, you don’t need to butter me up. Just ask me about the list.”

Hermione froze for a second before kissing the back of his jaw. “You just ruined our fun.”

Harry was confused for a second before he grunted at feeling a familiar body settle into his lap. The only thing was that he couldn’t see anyone. It suddenly made sense why Hermione’s arm got ‘pinched’ by the chair.

“Daphne?” Harry asked while using his hands to grip her invisible hips.

“We had a plan, Potter.” Daphne said from under his invisibility cloak, “I was going to seduce you while Hermione asked the questions. Now, none of that’ll happen.”

Harry turned to look at Hermione, who smirked at him. Probably enjoying the look on his face. Well, this could be easily fixed.

“So, Hermione,” Harry said after clearing his throat, “I won’t be telling you anything unless you butter me up.”

Harry heard Daphne snicker before moving his invisibility cloak to directly sit on his lap. However, Harry’s lower body suddenly disappeared since the cloak covered it.

“Well,” Harry stared at his nonexistent legs, “This’ll look odd for anyone watching.”

Hermione hummed in agreement before turning his face to kiss his lips. It didn’t last long since Harry hissed in surprise and jerked in the chair.

“Daphne! Are you mad?!”

Though it seemed like Harry disagreed with Daphne, his hands had a tight grip on her waist to keep her on his lap. The blonde witch freed his cock from his trousers and shifted her panties, making it easy for her to sheathe his cock in her wet pussy.

“She already started?” Hermione asked curiously.

Harry held back his groan with a closed mouth and nodded.

“Daphne, that defeats the purpose of rewarding Harry when he answers.”

Harry glared at Hermione when Daphne stopped bouncing on his lap. The brunette ignored it and asked, “So tell me about this list.”

Harry lifted Daphne easily before dropping her on his cock. The invisible blonde gasped softly when her arse smacked into his thighs. Between thrusting his cock balls-deep into Daphne, Harry grunted out what Hermione wanted to know.

“Uncle Sirius filled my head with nonsense.”

Hermione was impressed that he could keep such an even tone while fucking Daphne.

“Made me think that having a coven,” Harry snapped his hips up to meet Daphne, making her squeak, “Or harem was normal.”

Hermione ran her fingers through Harry’s rich hair, imagining how Daphne must look under the cloak right now.

“So I made a list of the girls I wanted.”

“Really?” Hermione was curious, “Was I on that list?”

“Of course,” Harry was matter-of-fact, “Both you and Daphne were right at the top.”

Hermione saw Harry pull his hands down before leaving them there. Daphne gasped out his name before falling silent. Looking at Harry’s face, Hermione knew he was seeding Daphne’s pussy.

Hermione leaned forward and kissed Harry, sliding her tongue into his open mouth and languidly moving it against his. Harry usually tried to dominate Hermione’s tongue into submission, but most of his focus was on unloading his cum into Daphne.

“This is proof that those of lesser blood can’t be civilized.”

Hermione pulled away from Harry with swollen lips to see a face she desired and despised simultaneously.

“Malfoy,” Hermione spat, “What brings you here?”

This wasn’t Draco Malfoy but his older twin sister, Lucretia. Hermione thought it was unfair that someone could look as beautiful as a Veela but have such a horrid personality. It was a waste.

The platinum-blonde sneered at Hermione, “I saw the half-blood sullying the noble house of Potter even further with you. I can’t stand by and pretend I didn’t see it.”

Hermione fumed when the witch arched a perfectly formed eyebrow. Lucretia even made looking down on people attractive. Hermione turned to Harry for help and rolled her eyes when he still seemed lost in Daphne. Luckily for him, Lucretia couldn’t see that Harry’s legs weren’t visible.

“Potter!” Lucretia frowned when the stupid look on Harry’s face stayed, “I heard rumors of Greengrass lowering herself to... date you.” A look of disgust flashed on Lucretia, “I’ll commend her for the sacrifice the next time I see her. Drop the mudblood, and House Potter might be redeemed.”

With that, Lucretia twirled on the spot, her long platinum-blonde hair fluttering as she walked away.

“I hate her,” Hermione growled, “Harry! Did you even hear what she said?”

Harry moaned as Daphne slowly removed herself from his lap, his cock slipping out of her pussy before she tucked him back into his trousers.

“What who said?”

Daphne slid off the cloak to reveal her flushed face and answered for Hermione with a glare, “Lucretia!”

Harry blinked as he recalled what happened while enjoying the time in Daphne. “Oh,” Harry said dumbly.

“I don’t care if she’s hot!” Hermione declared, “I’m going to teach her what this mudblood can do.”

Daphne nodded firmly, “And I’ll help. She’s been too uppity recently.”

When the girls turned to Harry, he was forced to agree, even though Lucretia terrified him. However, he had to hide a laugh at Daphne calling someone else uppity.