Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 17

Harry woke up the next morning only to be summoned to have breakfast with the other members of House Greengrass. Astoria had gone back to her own bedroom after their session, leaving him alone to get ready and eventually head to the dining room.

He arrived to see the others already present, sitting much less formally than the previous evening’s dinner. In fact, It was like the mood had done a complete turnaround, with Daphne’s mother sitting at the head of the table while Astoria and Daphne sat at her sides, leaving him a place next to his girlfriend.

Harry gingerly made his way to the table, giving his girlfriend a quick kiss before taking his seat. All the while Aspasia watched him with interest, sipping her tea as she eyed him. He couldn’t quite figure out what caused her change in character, going from treating him like the plague to looking at him as if he was a particularly interesting specimen. 

Sadly, his good mood all but evaporated when he settled down and read the headlines for that day’s Daily Prophet. 

MASS AZKABAN BREAKOUT

MINISTER BLAMES SIRIUS BLACK FOR MASS PRISON BREAK

“Shit.” Harry muttered under his breath in parseltongue, desperately trying to reign in his emotions.

He had known a moment like this was coming, when the hammer finally fell, and it seemed like this was it. Nearly every inmate in the magical prison had been set free, meaning Voldemort would now have his most loyal Death Eaters back.

It seemed that the Dark Lord had finally made his move, and sadly, there was not a single mention of the Dark Lord’s return in the entire paper. If anything, the Daily Prophet seemed almost eager to put the blame on Dumbledore for some reason.

DUMBLEDORE CLOSES HOGWARTS - CITES PRISON BREAK

He had been wrong in assuming Umbridge was to blame for the school’s closure. In fact, it had been Dumbledore who ordered it. The aging Headmaster had cited the mass prison break as his reason for the school’s closure, and Harry couldn’t help but agree with the decision. As unlike in his third year, the Minister could no longer place Dementors around the school, as they were clearly no longer to be trusted.

It was after they finished breakfast and went their separate ways that Daphne’s mother made to speak with him, and he was invited to attend a private meeting in her office. Harry agreed, and a House elf guided him through the manor and to the Lord’s study that Aspasia was waiting in.

It was a grand room, likely having served as the manor’s office for generations at this point. Bookshelves and portraits lined the walls, with large windows providing a view of the grounds. Several couches and seating arrangements sat throughout the room, along with a couple enchanted contraptions sitting around much like Dumbledore’s own office possessed.

The Lady Greengrass sat at a large wooden desk, piled neatly with paper in such a way that it gave the impression she was a busy woman. She didn’t so much as look up once he entered, nor when he sat down across from her, instead opting to continue penning a letter until she finally finished. 

I pity Daphne and Astoria for growing up like this. He thought with some amusement. The obvious power play was such a pureblood thing to do, and Harry knew that the woman in front of him probably expected him to either be annoyed or be shitting bricks. Sadly for her, Harry was patient enough to wait. 

She finally seemed to finish after a minute, putting her quill away and letting the ink dry as she sat the letter aside. “You should know it was not my choice to extend an invitation to my manor.”

“I figured as much.”

“And yet I allowed you to come here regardless, to great risk to my family’s safety.”

He tried not to grimace. “I am greatful for you allowing me into your home, Lady Greengrass.”

She silently eyed him, studying him in an unnerving manner. “And that brings us to why I asked you here.”

She pulled out her wand, a pale stick reminiscent of Voldemort’s own, and pointed it off to her side. A nearby curtain drew away, revealing a large magnifying glass of some sort. It was pointed out the window and directed towards the edge of the grounds, and he looked at her in question, only to receive a calm response. “Have a look.”

Harry stood and made his way over, looking through the large glass to see it acted like a telescope. It magnified a section of land at the edge of the manor’s grounds, where a familiar black dog was stuck, as if frozen in time. 

His heart thudded in his chest at the sight, while his breath froze in terror. That’s Sirius in his animagus form.

“I assume you recognize him?” Aspasia asked from behind him, as he desperately tried to suppress his reaction.

Harry swallowed. “I do.”

“He was captured in the wards earlier this morning.” She said. “Greengrass Manor has some of the best wards in the world, which is why he wasn’t able to slip through. Most enchantments would have failed to stop an animagus, but not mine. And this brings me to my next question…”

He turned to face her, seeing Daphne’s mother standing and looking at him with her wand in hand. “Who is he?”

“A friend.” Harry answered quickly. “He doesn’t mean any harm.”

“A friend?” Aspasia’s eyebrows rose in suprise. “I expected him to be one of the Azkaban escapees, or even a Death Eater you had met before.”

“He’s not any of those. If I had to guess, I’d say he probably just came here looking for me.” Harry said, trying not to mention Sirius by name.

“Trying to break into a private manor is a serious offense.” Aspasia said calmly. “I could call the DMLE, and they would probably throw the book at him. Especially if he’s a friend of Harry Potter, someone on the Minister’s shit list.”

What does this woman want? Harry absolutely despised playing underhanded games like this, something that was more for Slytherins to enjoy rather than Gryffindors. It grated on his nerves, and only served to worsen his mood after he learned of the Azkaban breakout earlier. The fact that it was a beautiful blonde woman verbally sparring with him didn’t help either.

“Enough games.” He said at last. “We both know you won’t do any of those things.”

“Oh? And how do you know that?” Aspasia raised a condescending brow.

“Because you already assumed he was a Death Eater.” Harry answered. “It means you already thought Voldemort viewed you as an enemy, meaning you already chose to side with me.”

“Smart.” Aspasia genuinely smiled, clearly not expecting his insight. “Still, I hold all the cards in this situation.”

“Oh?”

“Forgetting the fact I hold your… friend in custody, you are still not formally aligned with House Greengrass.” She continued. “Although my daughter has made a grand show of being your ally, things have yet to be set in stone.”

“And yet everyone else believes we are formally tied together.” Harry countered. 

Narcissa believed himself and House Greengrass were allied together after all, and if Malfoy’s mum believed that, then others likely believed it as well. Even Aspasia had originally thought Voldemort viewed her House as his enemies.

“That can be undone.” Her eyes narrowed, clearly blaming him for her current predicament. “My daughter can be disowned if need be, and things would go back to the way they were.”

Harry knew the woman was bluffing about throwing Daphne out of her family, using the fake threat as a way to frighten him. It was all in the name of her getting leverage in this conversation, even if Harry knew the woman would never disown Daphne.

“You’ve the mistake of believing it’s just Daphne and I who are together.” Harry said calmly. “When it’s not just myself and Daphne, but Astoria as well.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in, but Harry could see the exact moment when the realization hit Aspasia Greengrass. 

Her eyes went wide, her posture stiffening minutely as her hands shook. “Y-You are with both of my daughters.”

“I am.” He said. “I am with both of them, which means you don’t have the option of not allying with me.”

Daphne’s mother had been wrong to assume she held all the cards, especially when he held both of her daughters. As far as Harry was concerned, the woman only held Sirius, and he wouldn’t let her touch a hair on his Godfather’s furry form. 

The blonde witch was glaring at him now, probably expecting Harry make all sorts of demands.  He could easily do so, as Daphne and Astoria were the future of House Greengrass, and were the key to anymore children being born bearing the Greengrass name. Purebloods treated such things very seriously, giving him an insane amount of negotiating power.

Artifacts, gold, secret potion recipes, the sky was the limit on what he could coerce from the current Lady Greengrass. But instead he put his demands simply. 

“I want Daphne to be my wife, and for Astoria and you to continue holding the Greengrass name while taking the place as my mistresses.”

The blonde witch gaped in astonishment at first, and whether it was because of his perceived audacity, or sheer shock at his demand, Harry didn’t know. She had likely been expecting him to continue on with his demands, but when he didn’t, her expression changed to one of confusion. 

He was giving her a very generous offer, all things considered, and it could be argued that it favored House Greengrass more than House Potter. He wasn’t even demanding a bride price, and didn’t mention anything about mistress guidelines and the like. As far as he was concerned, Astoria and Aspasia could spend the rest of their days celibate if they wanted to. Or being bred and pumping out my kids. 

“You want me…” She trailed off, her gaze narrowing in thought, clearly considering his offer.

“I want you to be my mistress.” 

-

After the long and intense negotiation, Harry took his time to meander through the Greengrass grounds to reach the edge of the wards. Aspasia had disabled the section of enchantments that trapped Sirius, and he found his Godfather waiting for him just outside of the Manor’s boundary line.

“You sure found me quickly.” Harry said as he approached, watching as Sirius transformed from his dog form back to normal.

“Heh, when Lupin came home empty handed from the platform, I knew exactly where you’d be.” Sirius winked at him. “Giving us the slip and staying the night at your girlfriend’s place? Your Dad would be proud. I’ll admit to being impressed, but you could’ve picked a better time to do it, Harry.”

He shrugged. “In my defense, I didn’t want to go back home with the Dursleys. The school closed and no one told us anything, so when Daphne invited me to her place, I didn’t think twice. Honestly, I originally thought this was some trap set up by Umbridge and Fudge to get me away from Dumbledore.”

“That’s fair.” Sirius gained a grouchy expression. “If things weren’t such a mess right now I’d give the others a piece of my mind, but it seems like everything worked out alright.”

“So you want me to come back to Grimmauld Place?” A few months he would have been jumping for joy at that thought, but not anymore. 

The idea of being away from his girlfriend and cooped up with the rest of the Order sounded downright awful. A big part of that was his pure frustration with Dumbledore. Everything from ignoring Harry, to Umbridge making his life hell, and now Azkaban, was making his opinion about Dumbledore sour. As far as he was concerned, there was no point joining with the Order if they were just going to fail at every turn.

“That depends, can you tell me what the Greengrasses are like?” Sirius asked in turn. 

A memory of the previous evening with Astoria riding him came to mind then, and Harry quickly pushed that memory away. I still need to formally add her to my coven.

“Let’s just say I haven’t slept better in years.”

“They’re not trying to get you to sign one of those marriage contracts, are they?” Sirius joked, even though Harry had been doing exactly that just moments ago. “I almost got tied down by one of those a few times.”

“What can you tell me about the war?” He asked suddenly, trying to change topics. 

His godfather’s mood changed instantly, a grimace marring his features. “It’s bad, Harry. Voldemort damn near freed every one of his Death Eaters we put away in the last war, and the worst part is that nobody even saw the bastard. The only upside seems to be the likelihood of the DMLE getting more funding.” 

“And what’s the Order doing about it?” He asked, already guessing the answer. Probably nothing.

Sirius ran a hand through his hair. “The Order is in chaos. Fudge is looking for someone to blame, and for some reason he’s got this idea that it’s all Dumbledore’s fault.”

“He seriously thinks Dumbledore broke all those Death Eaters out of Azkaban?” Harry knew Fudge was mad, but that was just pure insanity. 

“Honestly, I think Fudge knows Voldemort is back, but just doesn’t want to admit it.” Sirius said. “The man is just trying to buy time and put the pressure on someone else before people wise up and throw him out of office. It should only be a matter of time till someone starts the process of voting him out. Till that happens… I don’t see much changing.”

“Good thing I’m here then.” He could only imagine the headache of being at Grimmauld Place right now. Yet instead he was living it up in a grandiose manor and having sex every chance he got.

Sirius suddenly grinned, as if sensing his thoughts. “So, tell me about this new Slytherin girlfriend of yours.”

-

Feminine juices filled his mouth as he devoured Astoria’s pussy like a man starved. Her body shook and her back arched as she moaned out in pleasure, as Harry felt her thighs squeeze against either side of his head. 

Tasty. He thought to himself, lapping up her fluids as the brunette moaned and writhed in pleasure. He rose from his spot between her legs, licking her juices off his lips as he did so. 

Her whole body was caked in sweat as she panted, her hair sticking to the sides of her face beautifully as she stared at him with a dazed expression. “T-That w-was…”

“You taste delicious.” Harry said, positioning himself so his hard cock was facing her, moving her legs against his body.

The small brunette witch was a different change of pace from his normal bedroom ruitine. He didn’t act as rough with her during sex as he did with his other girls, instead opting to let Astoria go at her own pace. And while he still wanted to fuck her till her legs gave out and she fell unconscious from pleasure, Harry was content to let the younger girl discover what she liked before diving deep into his normal brutal ruitine. 

While he didn’t want to say it out loud, Astoria was probably the most delicate of his lovers. She was small and thin, without the athleticism of Cho, nor having the buxom forms that Daphne and Susan possessed. It was what made him wary of being too harsh, as he didn’t want to injure her.

He pressed his fat cockhead against her tiny pussy, pushing the head of it in and making Astoria gasp loudly. She lay flat on the bed with her legs running over his shoulders, and Harry watched enthralled as he pushed inch after inch into her small body, making her moan and gasp in pleasure. 

“I talked to your mother earlier.” He said casually as he filled her. “I’m going to marry your sister, and take both you and your mother as consorts.”

“Me and my mother…” Her eyes went wide, and she looked at him. “T-Thank you, Harry, I promise I’ll be a good girl for you!”

“That’s all I could ask for.” He grunted. “That, and for you to bear me a lot of children.”

A fierce blush lit up Astoria’s face, and he grinned in amusement. Daphne’s sister was a lot more naive, and his cock hardened that much more because of it. 

Soon enough he was thrusting into her and making her scream his name in pleasure, all while the brunette came over and over around his cock. He couldn’t help but watch as her breasts jiggled with each of his thrusts, the bulge in her abdomen from his sheer girth, and the way her sweaty hair stuck to her skin.

When his load eventually erupted from his cock, it was like a tsunami, his seed thick and copulous as he filled her to the fucking brim. Astoria screamed as she nearly reached the point of passing out from the pleasure, as Harry placed the mark of his coven above her stretched pussy. She’s mine now.

“S-So good…” Astoria breathed heavily beneath him, her big tits shaking with each inhale. “H-Harry, I need you to do something for me.”

“What is it?”

Her eyes made contact with his, and he saw her pupils blown wide with lust. “When you take my mother, I want you to be rough with her. She’s been begging to get laid for years, and I just know you’re going to ruin her with your big cock. That bitch might act all high and mighty, but I just know she’ll be screaming once you get her on her knees.”

His cock throbbed inside Astoria, and he gave her another thrust that made her cry out in pleasure. He fucked Daphne’s sister well into the night, all the while thinking about taking her mother the very next day.