The Greengrasses Chapter 3

The summer had been progressing at a faster pace than he had ever experienced before. Harry could only assume that it was due to his enjoyable stay at Greengrass Manor that was the reason for it, as compared to staying with the Dursleys, living with the Greengrasses felt like a breath of fresh air.

His lessons with Aspasia had begun and were still ongoing, with the main focus being on wizarding mannerisms and culture. To him, most of it seemed archaic and unnecessary, and for the most part it was, other than being needed for a handful of certain formal ceremonies filled with pompous purebloods.

The most helpful parts of the lessons was the focus on the broader wizarding world at large. Harry’s limited perception of the wizarding world was narrowed down to Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and a brief stint in Knockturn Alley that was purely accidental. But obviously, the true wizarding world expanded far beyond that, with dozens of Magical Ministries across the globe.

He had even learned there were magical schools that existed other than Hogwarts, such as Ilvermorny in America, and Beauxbatons in France. And then there were the laws, global wizarding economy at large, along with the (recently politicized) research of magic that was an contentious subject he hadn’t even heard of before.

Harry had admired Albus Dumbledore since he first arrived at Hogwarts. And even before taking the Hogwarts Express for the first time, Hagrid had propagandized him with tales of the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts. With it came the urge to defend Dumbledore from any criticism, taking the side of the man who had supposedly supported him from the very beginning.

And yet, it became increasingly clear as the days went by that the Greengrasses were not fans of the Headmaster. It was something that was revealed in subtle ways, often going unsaid at dinner conversations or during Aspasia’s lessons. For her part, Lady Greengrass had tried not to show her open distaste for the Headmaster as to spare his own ire, yet sometimes it was unavoidable.

The Greengrass family was old, seeped in the pureblood culture that Dumbledore so obviously opposed. And then there was the issue of their magic, or to be more precise, the research and practice of magic that was considered ‘Dark’ by Dumbledore and his faction. And that alone brought a foray of other questions from Harry, where he learned that Dumbledore had established an entire political faction that operated not just in Britain, but on the world stage with the ICW.

When he found that out during one of Aspasia’s lessons, he had been left feeling like a tadpole dropped in the middle of the ocean. Before, Harry had merely thought Dumbledore as a kind old man who ran a school filled with magical children, only to find out he was one of the world’s political heavyweights who practically operated an army of politicians across the globe.

It was a bit much to say the least. But luckily for him, not all of his lessons were at reality-shattering as that one was. Instead, Harry often left Aspasia’s office feeling more flustered rather than informed.

The oldest of his betrothed didn’t teach or even discuss wizarding topics with him sometimes, shamelessly sliding up to his side as they instead talked about ordinary things. In fact, he was beginning to think the lessons weren’t meant to be lessons at all, instead being an excuse for Aspasia to spend whole afternoons teasing him.

And the matriarch of House Greengrass was not the only one he was growing closer to, as Astoria was also a joy for him to be around. The younger brunette was friendly and open unlike anyone he had met before, always enthusiastic about spending time with him, which was exactly what they were doing at that very moment.

She walked at his side as they roamed the trails which snaked through the landscape surrounding her home, which had become one of Harry’s pastimes since his arrival. Greengrass Manor wasn’t just one immense home, but an entire estate which included grounds that went on for miles. Perfectly maintained gardens, forests, hills, and green grass in a valley that seemed to stretch on forever.

He had plenty of time to explore it all, and even ride his new firebolt on several occasions. All of which helped him relax and further his relationship with his future life partners.

But while he was making inroads with Astoria and her mother, the same could not be said for Daphne. The blonde Slytherin lived up to her reputation as being the Ice Queen, and rarely a day went by when she wasn’t sending foul looks his way. The thought made his mood sour slightly, something that must’ve shown because the brunette was quick to pick up on it.

Astoria straightened and glanced at him from the corner of her eye as they walked. “You’re concerned about my sister again.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it that obvious?”

“To me? Yes. To her?” Astoria grimaced. “Probably not. Daphne doesn’t notice things unless she’s decided they’re important first.”

“That’s… comforting.” Harry couldn’t help but feel worse.

She laughed in a way that was comforting, despite his ongoing worries. “She’s not trying to be cruel, you know.”

“I know.” He tried not to grimace. “I just… Every time I try to talk to her, it feels like I’m being looked at like a flobberworm. Like she’s already decided I’m a mistake someone made centuries ago.”

Astoria kicked a pebble off the path. “She’s scared.”

He blinked. “Scared of what?”

“Of you.” She shrugged. “And of herself. And of expectations, and Mother, and the Wizengamot, and the fact that she’s supposed to marry the Boy-Who-Lived because some dusty parchment said so.”

He winced. “When you put it like that…”

“She won’t say it, but Daphne’s spent her whole life trying to be perfect. Perfect manners. Perfect magic. Perfect friends, alliances, acquaintances, everything. And then suddenly…” She gestured vaguely in his direction. “You.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I that bad?”

She grinned. “You’re unpredictable to her. You were raised by Muggles. You make friends with everyone. You don’t care what people think of your name. To Daphne, that’s terrifying.”

The path crunched softly beneath his shoes. “Any suggestions for what I should do?”

“Be yourself.” Astoria shrugged, before looking guilty. “This will probably sound bad, but my sister tends to hold grudges for a long time, and doesn’t get over them easily. It will take a while for her to accept things as they are.”

“Great.” He said dryly. “Let me guess, and then we live happily ever after?”

“Nope.” She made the pronunciation pop. “Then you have to woo her. Take her on dates and treat her like a princess. The good thing is that my sister might act like a total bitch but she’s a big softie underneath, so you have that to look forward to. But there might be a better way to help speed things along.”

“What?”

The brunette leaned in. “Make her jealous.”

“Huh?” He blinked.

“Daphne get’s super jealous about things, and she’s terrible at hiding it.” It was like Astoria was telling him a secret, her voice quiet even though there was no one around. “When I was seven, Mother got me a Mooncalf for my birthday. Daphne was so jealous that she gave the both of us the silent treatment for a month till Mother caved and bought her one.”

“So… I should buy you and Aspasia presents to make her mad, until getting her something just to make her happy?”

“No, that would just piss her off more than anything.” Astoria gave him a look like he was an idiot. “The better way is to spend time with us until Daphne gives in. Trust me, it will make her head spin if she walks in on us making out.”

He couldn’t help but blush at how forward the girl was sometimes. While he had yet to actually do anything with Astoria, the brunette made it abundantly clear that she was eager to move onto the next phase of their relationship.

Even as she explained this scheme to him, he had to wonder if it was all just some trick by her so they could accelerate the pace of their relationship. And despite knowing it was better to take things slow, sometimes he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander.

His eyes drifted downwards as they walked, noting the mouthwatering sight of her peach-shaped ass that stuck out like a shelf. Her body was sexy, and combined with her outgoing and bubbly personality, Harry often found himself thinking up some very depraved fantasies when it came to her.

“I’ll-uh, consider it.” His face was steaming red, as he looked away to hide his embarrassment.

“Of course it is.” She agreed brightly. “I’m excellent at advice.”

Harry laughed despite himself, and the knot in his chest loosened a little.

Astoria suddenly came to a stop as they walked, pushing a supporting hand up against a nearby tree as she bent over and coughed. The cough sounded bad, and he felt the hairs on his arms stand up on end.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“F-Fine.” She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and Harry swore that he saw blood.

“Astoria, are you sure-”

“I said I’m fine.” Her voice wasn’t friendly anymore, taking on a harsher tone he hadn’t heard her use before.

If anything, his instincts only screamed louder that something was wrong. But he didn’t push the issue, knowing better than to worsen Astoria’s mood.

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While living with the Greengrasses was certainly an enjoyable experience, it came with unexpected changes to his life that Harry had never faced before.

Most of his days were spent trying to keep busy, which became especially a challenge when he was alone in the manor. Of course, some of his time was occupied by Aspasia’s lessons or enjoying walks along with other forms of entertainment with Astoria. Of course, there was also his summer homework which kept him busy, and was one of the few things he was able to converse with Daphne over, even if she kept it quick and brief.

But outside of that, he found himself almost bored in a way. The problem was that the Greengrass family was quiet and subdued, something he was simply unused to. He no longer had to put up with the Dursleys and their constant demands, ordering him around like a servant all summer long. Even at Hogwarts, he was used to the hustle and bustle of school life along with his yearly adventures that occupied his time. Yet now he had no expectations, nor chores, and was finally able to enjoy the piece and quiet that came with Greengrass manor, being able to let his thoughts wander for once as he relaxed.

But recent times had been especially dull, as Harry had spent most of the past week alone as all three Greengrass women became distracted by their own affairs. Astoria had left for an exclusive summer camp in the Alps, while Daphne had also been away for some sort of heiress class. As for Aspasia, the Wizengamot had recently started its summer session, which kept her gone most days and often late into the evenings before she finally returned home.

The British Ministry of Magic’s governing parliament, being the Wizengamot, was only active during certain parts of the summer, fall, and spring. Their members were mainly those from older Houses, which were predominantly on the wealthy side as they had to pay exorbitant fees to maintain their seat.

And along with each session brought a new round of politicking, scandals, and power plays that kept each member on their toes. It was complicated to say the least, and despite it being explained to him many times over, Harry still didn’t fully grasp it all.

That evening, Aspasia had stayed particularly late at the Ministry, and a glance at a nearby clock showed the time was approaching midnight. He should’ve gone to bed already, but something in his gut desperately wanted him to see his older betrothed that evening before she left early for the Ministry once again the next morning.

Just then, a flash of green signaled the floo activating, which pulled him out of his thoughts. Harry looked up to see Aspasia enter in her black Wizengamot robes, an ornate hat in hand as he blonde hair flowed free.

“Harry.” She smiled at the sight of him, and he had been around her enough to know she was tired.

“Aspasia, long day?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” She sighed before sitting down next to him on the couch. She leaned back so far her head was tilted upwards on the cushion, arching her back and posturing her body in a way it made it a struggle for him not to stare. “It must be lonely without Astoria or Daphne around?”

He pushed down those lewd thoughts. “It’s alright, they have their own lives. I do miss them though.”

Aspasia leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and he couldn’t help but blush as his eyes widened in shock.

She smiled at his reaction. “You’re so nice to them, Harry. You let Astoria talk for hours on end around you, and even Daphne is starting to come out of her shell.”

“Erm… Thanks.” He replied, unsure of how to take the praise. If anything, it didn’t seem like Daphne was thawing out of her icy personality at all. “I mean… It’s the least I can do. We’re to be wed, after all.”

He looked at her and noticed some sort of predatory look pass through her gaze that sent shivers up his spine. Sometimes his future wife terrified him.

He nearly jumped when Aspasia’s leg rubbed up against his own then, her hand moving down to rest on his thigh in a way that put it way too close to his manhood. He glanced at her, and found she was staring at him intently.

“I’m so sorry you have to be all alone here, Harry.” She purred.

“It’s… There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He waved her concerns off.

“Still.” She paused. “You’re just so patient with my girls. It’s hard for me to believe how nice you are to Astoria, and how Daphne’s idiosyncrasies haven’t bothered you.”

He blinked. “I mean, Astoria is nice, and Daphne isn’t too bad. I just feel bad about this whole mess, why should they have to spend the rest of their lives with me of all people?”

Something flashed across Aspasia’s face, and he backpedaled. “I mean, you too, you’ve really helped me out getting me away from my relatives. And I just feel bad knowing you’re in this mess too, and it’s my fault-”

He stopped talking suddenly, and found he couldn’t talk. That was when he realized Aspasia was kissing him. She had leaned over in the middle of his panicked reaction and kissed him right on the lips. She finally pulled back as his brain rebooted, ending the kiss, and Harry looked at her with wide eyes.

She smirked at him. “It seems you don’t understand the value of us Greengrass women. Perhaps you simply need a… demonstration.”

Her hands went to the zipper on her formal robes, slowly dragging it down to reveal the skin underneath. His heart thumped loudly in his chest with each passing moment, barely believing that this was really happening.

She pushed her robes open, and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull at what was revealed. She wore heels that led up to black pantyhose which ended at the upper part of her thick thighs. Above that sat lace black panties, leading to a thin stomach that came from healthy eating and exercise. But it was the black bra above that which drew him in, perfectly holding up an utterly massive pair of breasts.

He found himself speechless at their size and shape, delectable and shaped like teardrops, each utterly humongous while looking perky and soft to the touch. Each one would overflow his palms, and he wondered if that bra was custom ordered, so perfectly showcasing her tits in a way that could make any man weep with desire.

“You men are all the same.” He looked up to see she had a smirk on her face, although he spotted a soft blush sitting there as well. “It’s okay to stare, Harry. You can even touch them if you want to.”

He opened his mouth, utterly speechless—literally. But Lady Greengrass barely spared a moment as she moved in to kiss him once again.

It was different this time, more passionate than before as she left him breathless. The next moment, the older blonde was on top of him as they made out on the couch, her blonde hair falling around him as Harry landed on his back.

He tried to restrain himself, but Aspasia Greengrass showed little restraint whatsoever, letting her hands massage up his chest and thighs. His cock was aching for relief all the while, and her own hand felt up his side, maneuvering over his thigh, before her fingers collided with his bulge. She smirked against his lips as she palmed it, eliciting a groan from his lips as she devoured him.

The fire crackled in the background all the while, barely audible over their moans and wet mouths trying to suck the lives out of each other. When it came to an end, Harry was sweating from his brow, feeling like his heart would beat out of his chest, his head light.

“That was fun.” Lady Greengrass moved off the couch to stand, leaving him to stare at the sight of the older blonde bombshell in nothing but lingerie and heels.

I can’t believe she wears that all day. It was something that would probably keep him up at night, knowing that beneath those formal Wizengamot robes, she was dressed like this.

“I’m going to take a nice bath.” She grinned like a particularly smug cat as she looked at him. “And then I think I’ll get the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while thanks to you.”

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18

A/N: Got to say I’m surprised by how popular the first chapters were. I’ve always thought this fic to be based on an overused trope, but I guess Haphne marriage contract fics are liked for a reason