Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 16

Daphne Greengrass laid in her bed as she thought of the day’s events. Everything from Hogwarts sudden closure, the train ride home, and then the aftermath, went through her head. The time after she introduced Harry to her mother and then floo’ed back to the Manor could be called stifling at best. 

Most girls dreamed about one day introducing their boyfriend to their parents, all while hoping that everything would go perfectly. But for Daphne, she had settled for getting Harry safe and into her home before worrying about her mother’s approval.

The only reason that her mother allowed her to bring Harry back to the Manor was that Daphne had caught the woman by suprise. The sudden change of plans, including Harry flooing back to their Manor, had not been Daphne’s original intention. She had made the decision in the moment while on the train, and Daphne’s mother had been so taken off-guard by her decision that she did not have time to refuse.

The evening after that, with them all sitting down for dinner, had been awkward to say the least. Daphne’s mother had been less than happy about Harry’s sudden arrival, and while the woman did not openly voice it, it was made obvious through her silent dissaproval and overly-formal dinner arrangements. They had all ate in silence, separated by a long table, with the food brought out by nervous house-elves.

She owed Harry an apology for the whole affair, and Daphne also wanted to spend some time alone with her lover. As such, she waited till midnight before she finally made her move. 

She crept out of her bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her, being careful not the wake any of the nearby portraits. From there, she made her way down the hall to where Harry’s room was positioned, conveniently close to her own quarters. Daphne didn’t know how her Mother didn’t object to her having Harry staying so close to her, and she didn’t bother to push her luck and ask. 

Before she twisted the knob and entered, she fluffed out her hair and made sure her nightgown was straightened. It wasn’t a fancy outfit, nothing like the lingerie she sometimes wore, but Daphne knew it would be good enough.

She opened the door to Harry’s room, and what she found inside shocked her to the very core.

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Greengrass Manor was more grand than anything he could have envisioned. A sprawling home made of stone, constructed over a millennia ago, and surrounded by beautiful landscape that was cared for by an army of House-elves. That was without mentioning the magical touches to the place, whether it be the hundreds of magical portraits, stables for abraxans, or even the full-size quidditch pitch. 

Harry wasn’t one to be selfish, but even he couldn’t help but appreciate his girlfriend that much more due to her family’s wealth. Saying something like that might sound selfish, but to Harry, it was just one of the many benefits that came with dating Daphne Greengrass. It helped when he was currently laying in a more comfortable bed than he had ever slept in before, placed in a guest bedroom that was larger than the entirety of the Dursley’s home. 

He sighed and let himself sink down deeper into the sheets, feeling all of his worries about Hogwarts and the war against Voldemort slip away. A relaxing vacation in Greengrass Manor couldn’t hurt.

Right as he was on the edge of sleep, the door to his room opened. Harry sat up, expecting his girlfriend, her mother, or even a House-elf to be standing there. Instead, the last person he expected to visit him was standing there. Astoria Greengrass.

“Astoria?” He couldn’t help but ask in confusion. 

She stood in the doorway awkwardly, as if unsure about why she was there. She wore a purple silk nightgown, the garment hugging her thin frame and highlighting her sizeable breasts. Her dark brown hair was loose, falling down over a shoulder like a waterfall. All while her big, blue eyes looked at him with an intensity he hadn’t seen before.

As if gathering up her courage, the girl swallowed before moving across the room and climbing onto his bed. She moved close to him on her hands and knees before sitting down on the sheets. “I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” He asked. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” She replied, almost hesitantly. “I just… Ever since you started dating my sister, and especially since the Chamber, there’s been something I’ve wanted to do.”

He thought back to the Chamber of Secrets, how he and the rest of the girls fled down there to escape from Umbridge. But Harry could guess she wasn’t referring to that part, but instead to the very public blowjob Cho Chang gave him in front of everyone. 

He remembered Astoria’s reaction, the way she watched his cock and how she pleasured herself to the scene. It was those thoughts, along with the beautiful girl wearing simple nightwear right in front of him, that made his cock begin to harden.

The brunette girl’s eyes briefly glanced down at where his manhood should be. “I want to see it.”

He hesitated only a moment, before shoving the sheets aside and allowing his shaft to spring free. Astoria’s eyes went wide as she stared at it, her gaze locked onto his shaft as her hands went to cover her mouth.

Harry savored her reaction, and soon watched as her small, dainty hands reached out to touch it. Daphne’s little sister grasped his thick cock, her fingers touching his thick veins and causing his penis to twitch. Her hand didn’t even come close to wrapping around his girth, and it made his cock look like that of a mammoth. 

“Everyone talks about it.” Astoria said, still staring at his cock. “I think it was Davis who started spreading the rumors, but every girl talks about how Harry Potter has a big beefy cock.”

Tracey Davis. Harry had yet to actually claim Daphne’s best friend as a member of his coven, yet that didn’t stop him from fooling around with her. He knew she liked to talk and gossip, so it would make sense she would brag about being with him. 

Still, as much as the reputation was deserved, Harry didn’t want to be known as a womanizer and philanderer. He didn’t think of himself as someone who sought out and took advantage of helpless girls, as it more seemed like it was the girls who came to him. 

Even now, the beautiful Astoria Greengrass had snuck into his room and begun this whole affair. And who was Harry to say no?

The girl was tall, thin, and would be well-proportioned if not for her large breasts. She had an aristocratic face like Daphne, big beautiful blue eyes, and long dark-brown hair in a certain shade that drove men wild. She was a small girl, not even in his year at Hogwarts, but not to the point of being described as petite. 

“Do you think its big?” He asks her, as the brunette witch begins to slowly jerk his shaft. 

“I-It’s huge.” She stutters out, clearly inexperienced at the art of giving handjobs. “I-I think it might break me in half.”

His cock jerked violently, and he groaned in response to her words. The thought of filling this witch to the brim and fucking her like a beast was almost too much, and he begins to feel his release getting closer. 

All of it made Harry want to be with Astoria that much more, and to add her to his growing coven. It will happen soon, as even while he thinks this, the brunette begins using both of her hands to jerk him off.

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“M-Mother?” Daphne stood in the doorway like a fool, staring at her mother. Why is she in Harry’s room?

Aspasia Greengrass sits casually, sipping tee while she watches her. Across from Daphne’s mother is another chair, empty and waiting for her, and she realizes this whole thing is a setup.

“Daphne, I’ve been expecting you.” Her mother smiles pleasantly, but Daphne knows what that smile really means. It’s the smile her mother gives those she has trapped and outmaneuvered on the Wizengamot, akin to a predator trapping its prey.

She feels hopeless, knowing that avoiding this confrontation with her mother is pointless, and her inaction shows. “Don’t just stand there, you’re beginning to look like a fool.”

Daphne suppresses a defeated sigh and moves to sit across from her mother, silently preparing herself for what is to come. Her mother had set this whole trap up, allowing Harry’s bedroom to be positioned close to her own before she made her move. 

No doubt the woman had used her powers over the wards of the Manor to swap Harry’s bedroom out with another room, meaning Daphne was walking into a trap when she tried to access her boyfriend’s room. And instead of finding Harry inside, she had entered another room entirely, one that her mother was occupying.

“You brought a boy home with you, dear. It wasn’t much to assume you would try and sneak into his room.” Her mother seemed to voice her own thoughts, all while ignoring Daphne’s growing embarrassment. “I raised you, after all.”

Her mother knew her better than anyone. Daphne had done her absolute best to mimic Aspasia Greengrass throughout the course of her life. And sadly, she had long ago realized she would never measure up to the woman in front of her.

The woman was almost identical to her, blonde and beautiful, with a mature body Daphne hoped to one day acquire. But it was the woman’s skill and power when it came to politics and life that Daphne envied.

She could think of no other person who had endured as her Mother had. Married fresh out of Hogwarts, and immediately pregnant with both herself and her sister. The woman was then burdened with the loss of most of her family in the war, along with the death of her husband. Aspasia Greengrass had to bear all that and more, going on to raise both Daphne and Astoria, having to manage House Greengrass, all while carefully toeing the fine line that was neutrality in the Wizengamot. 

It was a monumental task, and the fresh Lady Greengrass had risen to the occasion. In the process, she had built a reputation and renown that Daphne could only dream of achieving, crafting an image for herself of elegance and competency that was known far and wide. 

In the end, her mother was still better than Daphne. She was kinder, yet firmer, when it came to sensitive matters. Meanwhile Daphne acted more of a shark, jumping as soon as she saw blood in the water, yet lacking any of the patience her mother had. It had been something the woman had blamed on her father’s genes many times.

Yet all of these things continued to motivate her, it was the ambitious side of Daphne’s personality that drove her to chase her Mother’s image. And she might have finally found a way to do so, through Harry Potter.

“And now that you’re here, I believe it is time we talk about your romantic interests.” Her mother said with some distaste. “The Potter boy, Daphne? Do you have any idea the position you put yourself in by associating with him?”

She folded her arms, not rising to the bait of emotionally defending her lover. “You were cruel to him at dinner.”

Aspasia sighed, finally glancing at her daughter. “Cruel? No. Cautious? Yes. You’ve brought Harry Potter into our home, Daphne. Did you expect me to welcome him with open arms?”

“Yes.” Daphne said bluntly. “Or at least with basic courtesy.”

She let out a quiet chuckle. “You always were bold. But don’t mistake my caution for cruelty. I simply refuse to let you throw yourself into something dangerous without understanding what you’re involving yourself in.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Aspasia Greengrass raised an elegant eyebrow. “Do you? Potter is at the center of a war that is only just beginning. He’s reckless, unpredictable—”

“He’s powerful.” Daphne interrupted, allowing some of her devotion to show. “And people follow him. More than you would know.”

She had seen the way Harry had accumulated power in the past couple months, whether it be through the DA, or adding more witches to his coven. His own magical power had increased substantially, much to her own arousal, while his political capital was growing steadily. 

And now it was time for him to vastly increase his own power base, and she knew that her own mother would be a boon to Harry’s cause. If Daphne could convince her, at least.

Aspasia studied her for a long moment. “And that’s why you’re with him?”

“No. I’m with him because I want to be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see the bigger picture.” She took a gamble with her next words. “You respect power, Mother, and Harry has it in a way that no one else does. Already, he’s convinced myself and others to be with him… in more ways than one.”

Her last words were dangerously suggestive, and Daphne almost expected the woman to use legilimency on her right then and there. She could see the way her mother figured out what she was trying to say, and the subtle hints her expression gave about her own feelings. 

“The Dark Lord did something similar.” Aspasia whispered in trepidation. “He would brand his most loyal followers with his mark… is Potter doing the same?”

She thought of her own mark, the small lightening bolt that Potter had engraved onto her body. It was her connection with him, the mark of his coven. 

“I won’t have this boy influencing you, Daphne.” Her mother said seriously. “At the end of the day I am your Mother, and will protect you if need be.”

“Even if that means joining Voldemort to fight him?” She asked, causing Aspasia to freeze. “You seem more concerned with resisting Harry than actually taking the time to get to know him.”

“And why would I want to know him?”

“Because he can provide you with what you have been missing all these years. Something you have been missing ever since your husband died.”

Daphne would comfortably say she was experienced when it came to the topic of a witch’s sexual needs. And after spending so much time around Harry and seeing the ease in which he seduced and fucked eager girls, Daphne had came to one conclusion.

Witches needed sex.

It was true for every last member of Harry’s growing coven, along with all the witches in Hogwarts. And it was certainly true for Aspasia Greengrass. 

It was something of a small scandal and running joke in high society that Aspasia Greengrass had yet to remarry. It was probably the only fault out there that anyone could find about the woman, and Daphne was pressing hard on that wound. 

She could see the shock reflected in her mother’s eyes at the mere suggestion of sharing Harry. It was probably the only time Daphne had seen her mother so shocked, and she relished the look on her face. 

“You… W-What?”

“It’s something to think about, at least.” Daphne continued to press her advantage. “Isn’t that what older Witches dream of? A young, virile, hung, famous wizard to keep them company in their advanced age? Just think about how you could have the last laugh at all those balls you attend.”

Her words were crass, but designed to blunt-force their way into Aspasia’s mind. She hinted at all the insecurities she could think of, bringing up her mother’s older age, along with the scandalous situation of her being unmarried, and hinting at her sexual frustration on top of that. 

For all of it, Daphne’s mother just looked plain lost. Her eyes were wide and mouth agape, clearly not expecting the conversation to go this way. “Y-You…”

“Tell me, mother, would it be so bad to be with Harry Potter? At least then, you could actually figure out if he is manipulating me or not.” Daphne stood, deciding she had said her piece. “I’ll leave you to stir on that for now. Good night, mother.”

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His cock felt like it was trapped in a warm vice, as Astoria’s body shook and heaved with each breath. Sweat ran down her forehead and body, and Harry watched, mesmerized, as the beautiful brunette adjusted to his large penis. 

This was probably the least amount of effort he had ever put into sex, but Harry would say it was one of the most satisfying experiences he had so far. Astoria was the smallest girl he had ever had sex with, and it showed with how tight her tiny pussy was. Just looking at the view of her twat stretched obscenely around his massive girth was enough to drive him wild. 

But it didn’t just stop there. The girl in front of him was beautiful enough to look like a muggle model, having a thin body that curved majestically in all the right places. On her chest, and right in front of him, sat two teardrop breasts that were large but perfectly teardrop in shape. Her face was aristocratic and beautiful, being kind and heart-shaped in a way that looked delicate.

She was the type of girl who would be more fitting as a trophy, spending the rest of her days in comfort and protected from harm. No man would dare mark such a beautiful girl, and it made the image of her small frame impaled on his massive cock that much more depraved. 

“~Oh Harry, AH!” She moaned wonderfully against him, her arms resting on his shoulders as legs holding her up as she took inch after inch of his shaft. 

He let her go at her own pace, allowing Astoria to set the pace of their first time together. It was something he hadn’t done before, and in truth, it took Harry more restraint than he would like to admit. 

He so desperately wanted to take control, to grab her hips and slam her down on his cock. He could absolutely ruin Astoria, and put the girl on her hands and knees before fucking her senseless. The girl’s long hair would be wrapped around his fist as he ruined her, filling her to the brim and bulging out her stomach with his seed. 

But he knew that would come later. For now he wanted Daphne’s sister to be happy.

“Gah! O-OH! H-Harry!” She moaned loudly and took the last few inches of his shaft, her body shaking as her bum landed against his muscular thighs. 

Her big breasts shook with the final movement, swaying hypnotically on her thin frame, and he looked down to see her abdomen bulged out with the impression of his shaft. She leaned against him for comfort, all while he relished the warm feeling of her body wrapped around his manhood. 

Maybe a vacation with the Greengrasses wouldn’t be so bad.

A/N:

Slight spoilers for this story ahead, so be warned.

Daphne’s Mum, Aspasia, will be the next member of Harry’s coven after Astoria. This means there won’t be a vote for a few chapters

Harry will return to Hogwarts soon enough, before leaving again for Yule break. The details surrounding Hogwarts sudden closure will be revealed soon.