Trying to impress his girlfriend's pure-blood family, Harry finds himself caught between two sisters. He soon discovers that family dinners can be more dangerous than any magic he's ever faced.
Harry Potter, known by everyone as the hero who beat Voldemort, felt out of place standing in the fancy front hall of Greengrass Manor. The place was huge and perfect, almost like a museum, and it made him nervous in a way that even dark wizards didn't. He wasn't sure if he was being welcomed or judged. Daphne Greengrass, his girlfriend for the past six months, had finally said it was time to meet her family. Their relationship felt safe, but Harry couldn't help wanting something more. He missed the kind of spark that made everything feel wild and exciting.
"Relax, Harry. You've fought Death Eaters. You can deal with my parents," Daphne said with a smirk, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. She looked calm and put-together, her green blouse making her blue eyes stand out.
Harry let out a weak laugh. "I've taken on trolls, basilisks, and a crazy guy trying to take over the world. But meeting pureblood parents? That's next-level."
Daphne squeezed his arm. "You'll be fine. Just don't bring up your weird obsession with Muggle football."
Harry groaned. "If Manchester United don't fix their defense soon, we're doomed. Totally hopeless."
Daphne gave him a blank look. "Are they a Quidditch team?"
Harry sighed. "This is exactly why I'm nervous about your family."
The huge oak doors opened on their own, magic humming quietly around the edges. Inside, the place looked even more impressive. The marble floors shone under the sunlight pouring through tall windows, and the air smelled like old books and something soft, maybe enchanted flowers. Harry looked up, eyes catching on the high ceiling and the detailed Greengrass family crest carved into the stone.
"This place is… massive."
"It's just a house," Daphne said with a small smile, but he could hear the pride in her voice. "Gets kind of cold in the winter, though."
Before Harry could say anything, a smooth voice echoed across the hall. "Welcome, Mr. Potter."
Daphne's mother, Evelyn Greengrass, walked toward them with a smile that looked polite but sharp underneath. She moved like someone who'd spent her whole life perfecting every step. Behind her, Daphne's father, Cyrus, stepped forward and shook Harry's hand with steady pressure.
"It's an honor to finally meet you," Cyrus said. "Your reputation speaks for itself."
"Thank you for having me," Harry said. "I'm glad to be here."
"Please, call us Evelyn and Cyrus," her mother said, motioning toward a sunlit room nearby. "We thought starting with tea in the conservatory would be a nice way to begin the weekend."
Harry trailed after Daphne and her parents, doing his best not to stare at the magical plants scattered around the room. The conservatory was filled with warm sunlight, and the flowers sparkled like they were hiding tiny stars inside their petals. He sank into a soft sofa as Evelyn gave a quick clap.
"Astoria, darling, join us," she called out.
The door opened, and Daphne's younger sister walked in like she owned the place. Astoria had a wild sort of beauty, completely different from Daphne's neat style. Her blonde hair was tied back loosely, and a streak of paint on her cheek made her look like she'd just stepped out of a spellbound painting. Harry couldn't look away.
"So this is the famous Harry Potter," she said, her voice playful, eyes flashing as they scanned him. "Daphne's told me all about you."
"All good things, I hope."
"Mostly," Astoria said with a smirk, settling on the arm of a nearby chair.
Harry noticed the easel by the window, a half-finished painting catching the light. The scene looked soft and unreal. "That one's yours?" he asked, nodding at it.
Astoria's eyes lit up. "Yeah. Painting helps me figure things out. Some people fight dark wizards. I go for brushes and spell-touched paint."
Harry laughed. "Sounds a lot more peaceful than my approach."
She tilted her head, pretending to think. "Usually. Unless the paint decides it wants to live on the walls instead of the canvas."
Their back-and-forth kept flowing, and to Harry's surprise, he felt himself relax. Astoria was quick, curious, and her laugh had a way of pulling him in. He glanced over and caught Daphne watching him. Her smile was tight, and her eyes didn't match it.
"So, Harry," Daphne said, cutting in, "why don't you tell my parents about your work as an Auror? I'm sure they'd love one of your daring stories."
Harry leaned back a little, fingers tracing the edge of his goblet. "Well, a few weeks ago, we got a tip about a cursed goblet being smuggled into Knockturn Alley. Real old thing, tied to Salazar Slytherin, apparently. The curse hits you with your worst fear the second you touch it."
Evelyn and Cyrus listened, faces calm, nodding along. Polite, but hard to read.
"It had been stolen from a collector in Switzerland and somehow ended up in a dodgy apothecary in Knockturn Alley. The place was packed with wards, some of them stronger than Gringotts. Anti-Auror spells, boggart traps, that kind of thing. Nothing fancy, but enough to make it messy."
"We had to take the wards down one by one. My partner, Robards, set off a boggart trap without meaning to. His worst fear was getting fired, so he spent five minutes trying to hand in his resignation to a bunch of shadows. I finally managed to shut it down."
Cyrus gave a small nod, his fingers pressed together. "And the artifact?"
Harry nodded. "By the time we reached the goblet, the curse was already waking up. The whole room started shaking. Shelves crashed down, cauldrons blew apart. I didn't really have time to think, so I grabbed it. The curse slammed into me like a bludger, but I held on and pulled us out before the place caved in."
Harry could tell Astoria was watching him. She didn't say anything, but the way she looked at him felt almost physical, like her eyes were touching his skin. It gave him chills. It was like she really saw him, not just the person everyone talked about.
He glanced at Daphne.
She gave him a sweet smile. A little too sweet.
By the time tea ended, Harry felt both relieved and curious. The Greengrasses were interesting, no doubt about that. But the way Daphne and Astoria acted around each other made things feel weird. One was calm and serious, the other full of energy. It left him wondering what he'd gotten himself into.
As they stood to leave the conservatory, Astoria looked at Harry and grinned. "Good luck surviving the weekend, Harry. You'll need it."
Daphne slipped her hand into his. "Don't worry. He's tougher than he looks."
She led him up the wide staircase. The steps curved around, lined with fancy railings and magical portraits that whispered behind their backs. Neither of them spoke until they reached a room at the end of a long hallway. Daphne opened the door and nodded for him to go in.
"This is where we'll be staying for the weekend," she said as he stepped through.
The room was big, with tall windows and a four-poster bed that looked soft enough to disappear into. Harry was still looking around when Daphne flopped onto the bed and folded her arms.
He paused in the doorway, unsure what came next.
"Alright, what's going on?" Harry asked, closing the door behind him. "You're upset. I can tell."
"You really don't see it, do you?" Daphne said, looking right at him.
"See what?"
"Astoria," she snapped. "She's hitting on you."
Harry stared at her. "What? No, she's just being friendly."
Daphne let out a short, cold laugh. "Friendly? You think that was friendly? She was basically flirting with you the whole time."
Harry scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't notice anything. I mean, she seemed nice, but that's it."
"Exactly," Daphne said. "You don't see it. That's what makes it worse. She knows what she's doing. That girl is trouble."
Harry sat next to her on the bed and reached for her hand. "Hey, come on. You know you don't have to worry. I'm here with you."
Daphne let out a breath and leaned against him. "I know. It's just hard. She always pulls this stuff. Acts sweet, pretends she's harmless, then makes everything about her. She's been like that forever."
Harry gave her hand a squeeze. "If it helps, I'm completely clueless when it comes to this kind of thing. You could tell me a flobberworm had a crush on me, and I'd probably fall for it."
That made Daphne smile a little. She kissed his cheek. "You're hopeless. But you're mine."
She straightened up and called, "Tibby!"
With a loud pop, a house-elf appeared and bowed so low its nose almost touched the floor. "Yes, Mistress Daphne?"
"Bring us a bottle of the good wine," she said. "And two glasses."
Tibby nodded quickly and vanished with another pop. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Wine?"
"If I'm going to survive this weekend," Daphne said, sinking into the pillows, "I'm going to need it. And so are you."
The wine bottle was already empty, sitting on the nightstand. Harry leaned back against the headboard, his tie loose, shirt sleeves pushed up. Daphne lay beside him, legs stretched out, cheeks pink from laughing and the wine.
"So," Harry said, grinning, "your family's… interesting."
Daphne snorted. "Interesting is putting it nicely. Try growing up with them. Astoria alone could drive a mermaid out of the sea."
Harry laughed and bumped her shoulder. "I think your dad might actually like me. Or at least he doesn't think I'm a total mess."
"He doesn't hate you," Daphne said, smirking as she sat up. "Which is pretty much a compliment, coming from him." She glanced at the clock and groaned. "Speaking of keeping people happy, we're late. Dinner's in ten minutes. If we make my mum wait, she'll have Tibby peeling potatoes until Christmas."
Harry grabbed Daphne's hand as they stood up and gently pulled her closer. Before she could say anything, he kissed her, slow and warm. His other hand slid to her hip, then gave a quick squeeze just below it.
Daphne laughed, caught off guard, and gave his chest a shove. "Harry," she whispered, half-scolding, her cheeks pink. "Not here. Seriously, not the time."
Harry just smiled. "Sorry. You look too good."
They left the room together, walking side by side down the quiet hallway. The wine still hummed in Harry's chest, making him feel lighter than usual. Daphne's hand brushed his arm now and then as they made their way down the wide staircase. By the time they reached the dining room, both were smiling and trying not to laugh.
The dining room looked like something out of a royal portrait, all polished wood and soft golden light from an enchanted chandelier overhead. Evelyn and Cyrus sat at the far end, calm and composed like always. But Harry barely noticed them.
Astoria stood at the other end of the table, looking like she knew exactly what she was doing. Her dress was deep red, tight in all the right places, clinging to her curves like it had been poured on. It hugged her hips, showed off her chest, and framed her waist like it had something to prove. Her lips were painted bold, hair loose around her shoulders, and every part of her seemed designed to draw the eye.
Harry blinked and looked away fast.
Daphne noticed. Her back straightened, her jaw set tight. She turned to her sister with a glare sharp enough to cut glass.
"Nice of you to join us," Astoria said with a sugary smile, her eyes bouncing between Harry and Daphne like she was enjoying a private joke. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost."
"Hardly," Daphne said, slipping into her seat beside Harry. Her voice was calm, but sharp underneath. "Though I can see you really went all out for dinner, Astoria. Who's the show for?"
"Everyone, of course. It's not every day we have such important guests." Her gaze lingered on Harry just a little too long.
Harry felt Daphne's elbow press into his side under the table. He cleared his throat. "The dining room looks amazing," he said, trying to shift the focus.
Cyrus made a quiet sound of agreement and didn't look up from his plate. Evelyn, on the other hand, kept watching the table with a soft, unreadable smile. Delete
The main course had vanished, and only the sound of quiet conversation and clinking glasses filled the room. Cyrus leaned back in his chair and looked straight at Harry.
"So, Harry," he said, "what do you think about wizarding business ventures? With your name, I'm sure people have made you some tempting offers."
Harry took a drink and nodded. "Yeah, I've had a few. Mostly people wanting me to sponsor something or slap my name on their brand. Stuff like that." He gave a small shrug. "But that's never really been my thing. I like being an Auror. It keeps me focused."
Cyrus nodded slowly, his fingers tapping against his glass. "That's a respectable path. Though I imagine it doesn't leave much time for anything else. Not in business or in your personal life."
"Yeah, that's true," Harry said. "But I think it's worth it. Helping people, stopping bad stuff before it spreads it makes the work feel important. I don't need much more than that."
Evelyn leaned in, her smile shifting from sharp to softer. "And what about your future, Harry? You're still young. There must be more you want than just working at the Ministry."
Harry paused and looked at Daphne for a moment. "I haven't really planned that far ahead. Right now, I'm focused on doing my job right." He gave a small smile. "And spending time with the people who matter."
Under the table, Daphne's fingers brushed against his.
Before anyone could say more, the room lit up with a soft silver glow. A fox Patronus shimmered into view and spoke in a calm, clear voice.
"Daphne Greengrass. Your presence is required at the Ministry immediately. Urgent matter, Level Three."
Daphne groaned and stood up. "Of course it had to be now."
"Ministry business?" Evelyn asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. Sorry, Harry. Looks like you're on your own tonight." Daphne gave his shoulder a quick squeeze and grabbed her wand.
"I'll be fine," Harry said with a small smile. And he meant it. Her family wasn't nearly as terrifying as he'd expected.
Astoria grinned from across the table. "Bold move, leaving him with us."
Daphne rolled her eyes and gave Harry a quick kiss. "Don't let them mess with your head," she whispered.
Once she left, things felt different. Not bad, just kind of intense. Evelyn started asking him questions about old wizard traditions, Cyrus stayed quiet but kept watching him, and Astoria didn't let up with the flirting.
"So, Harry," she said, leaning forward, "what's with the whole chasing danger thing? Are dragons not exciting enough?"
"I've had more than enough excitement," he said with a grin. "Some people are scarier than dragons anyway."
Astoria laughed. "Oh please, you totally love it."
Later, when everyone started heading to bed, Astoria caught him in the hallway.
"Wanna check out the gardens? The stars look amazing tonight."
Harry glanced over at her parents. They just smiled, so he figured a short walk couldn't hurt.
The gardens were beautiful, with soft lights drifting through the air like glowing fireflies. Harry and Astoria walked slowly, talking about random things that didn't really matter. Then she turned to face him.
"So, what's the real story? Are you happy with my sister?"
Harry blinked, caught off guard. "Yeah. Of course I am."
Astoria gave him a look, like she didn't believe him. "We'll see."
He stared at her, confused. Things with Daphne were good. Maybe not the most exciting, but they worked. Sure, the sex could be a little more adventurous, but it wasn't bad.
"What do you mean, Astoria?"
"I'm sure Daphne's fine," she said with a small smile. "It's you I'm curious about. You don't seem like the type who sticks to safe and simple. There's something wilder in you, isn't there?"
Harry felt his face heat up. Was she seriously saying that? "I mean… everyone's into different things," he said, trying to sound calm. "But me and Daphne are good."
Astoria smirked and tilted her head. Her blonde hair shimmered in the soft garden light, and she looked way too pleased with herself.
"Oh, I'm sure you think that," Astoria said, shrugging like it didn't matter. "But being fine isn't exactly something you remember forever, is it?"
Harry blinked, trying to come up with something to say. His brain felt slow, like it couldn't keep up. "Relationships aren't just about being exciting," he said. "They're about trust. About really connecting with someone."
Astoria smiled wider and stepped a little closer. Her voice got softer. "I'm sure you and Daphne connect. But are you actually having fun, Harry? The kind of fun that keeps you awake at night, stuck in your head?"
Harry froze. He couldn't tell if she was joking or trying to mess with him on purpose. Either way, he wasn't going to let her get to him.
"Daphne and I are happy," he said. "That's what matters."
Astoria's face relaxed, but that teasing look in her eyes stayed. "That's fine," she said. "I'm sure Daphne does all the things you want. Maybe she gets on her knees for you, lets you pull her hair, says everything you like to hear. Acts like the perfect girl in bed."
She turned and started walking again, slow and calm. After a few steps, she glanced over her shoulder, her voice just loud enough to reach him.
"But if she doesn't… you know where I am."
Harry stood rooted to the spot, a torrent of emotions warring within him. Anger and frustration surged, but beneath it all, a raw and powerful desire burned. Astoria's words had struck a chord, and Harry couldn't deny his longing for something more. He loved Daphne, deeply, but there was a part of him that craved a different kind of release.
He wanted to feel the heat of passion, the primal urge to take. To grasp a woman's body, to feel the tightness of her skin, the wetness of her desire as he thrust into her with all his might. It was a basic, carnal need that had been dormant for too long. Harry couldn't recall the last time Daphne had ignited that fire in him, with a sultry look or a revealing outfit, a hungry touch or a sloppy blowjob.
It wasn't that he didn't love her; he did, fiercely. But there was a side to him that longed for a different kind of connection, one that went beyond the tenderness they shared. Harry wanted the heat, the sweat, the raw, animalistic passion that left you breathless and spent. Was it wrong to crave more? To yearn for a different kind of passion? Daphne was right. Astoria was a bitch.
With one last glance at the illuminated garden, he turned on his heel and headed back inside.
The manor was quiet as he climbed the stairs, the soft padding of his shoes the only sound in the dimly lit corridor. Reaching the guest room, Harry slipped inside and closed the door behind him. For a moment, he just stood there, his forehead resting against the wood as he tried to will away the heat coiling in his chest.
He crossed the room and collapsed onto the bed, the plush mattress cradling his weight as he stared at the ceiling. Harry felt conflicted. Loyalty to Daphne was one thing. And a hard throbbing penis that twitched at the thought of Astoria's large breasts or those dick-sucking lips was another.
With a soft click, the door opened, and Astoria slipped inside.
Harry looked at her. And he felt anger rising.
She moved with deliberate grace, her eyes fixed on Harry as she approached the bed. Harry watched her kneel on the mattress. Astoria leaned over him, her lips brushing his neck gently. She purred softly, her breath tickling his skin, but Harry didn't move.
Then, with a sudden movement, Astoria grasped his hair, tugging gently, and claimed his lips with hers. It was a kiss born of desire and frustration, a kiss that demanded a response. Harry's hands roamed greedily over her body. He squeezed her soft, full breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples, causing her to arch into his touch.
With a low growl, Harry's hands traveled lower, his fingers dipping into the curve of her waist before landing on her plump ass. He gave it a sharp smack, the sound reverberating through the room. Astoria moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. "Harry," she whispered.
Harry smirked. He delivered another sharp slap to her ass, watching with satisfaction as she squirmed and bit her lip. Her hands fumbled with his zipper, her movements frantic and eager. Then, Harry lay back on the bed, lifting his hips to allow Astoria to strip him of his pants.
Astoria's tongue traced the outline of Harry's arousal through the thin fabric of his boxers, her breath hot against the dampening material.
"When was the last time Daphne gave you head, Harry?" she asked
"It was about two months ago."
Astoria's smile widened at his admission, a spark of competitive fire lighting up her eyes. She didn't waste any time. With a swift motion, she pulled down his boxers, freeing his erection, which sprang forth, nearly hitting her in the face. She let out a delighted giggle, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock.
"I've been imagining what it would be like to have this beautiful cock in my mouth," she confessed as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft.
Harry's response was a chuckle, his hand moving to rest gently on top of her head. It was an invitation, a silent request for more. Astoria accepted it eagerly, parting her lips to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, eliciting a deep groan from Harry. The sound spurred her on, and she took him deeper, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the room.
Harry's fingers tangled in her hair, not forcing but guiding her rhythm. Unlike with Daphne, Astoria seemed to crave his touch, her moans growing louder with every slight tug on her hair. She sucked harder, her hand twisting at the base of his cock in perfect sync with her mouth.
From Harry's perspective, the world had narrowed down to the exquisite sensation of Astoria's mouth around his cock. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, a curtain of gold that framed her flushed face. Each tug on his length sent ripples of pleasure through him, her moans vibrating against his sensitive flesh in the most intoxicating way.
She was completely uninhibited, her enjoyment evident in every eager bob of her head. As his other hand roamed down the curve of her back, Harry's fingers explored the soft swell of Astoria's ass. He gave it a firm squeeze before delivering another sharp spank, reveling in the way her body jolted in response. Astoria's moans grew louder, her hips shaking seductively as she rode out the sting of his palm against her skin.
"You're such a good cocksucker," Harry groaned.
Astoria's response was a muffled "mmmm…" around his girth, her eyes flickering up to meet his as she took him even deeper.
Harry's hand gently stilled Astoria's movements, his cock slipping from her mouth with a lewd sound. He rose from the bed, his body aching with need as he quickly stripped off his remaining clothes. Astoria watched him through half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation.
"Take off your clothes, Astoria," Harry said "Daphne will be back soon, and I want to fuck you before she does."
Astoria's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and mischief as she rose to her feet, her fingers moving to the zipper at the side of her crimson dress. With a slow, teasing smile, she lowered the zipper, allowing the fabric to pool at her feet. She stood before Harry in nothing but her black thong.
"Fuck, Astoria," he breathed.
Her breasts, full and pert, were tipped with delicate pink nipples that begged for his touch. As she slid her thong down her legs, he caught sight of her smooth, wet pussy, and a surge of desire coursed through him.
Astoria sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively. She climbed onto the mattress, positioning herself on her elbows and knees, her ass raised enticingly in the air. She glanced over her shoulder at Harry, her eyes dark with lust, and gave her hips a little shake, making her ass cheeks jiggle.
Harry groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing with need. He closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands reaching out to grip her hips.
He aligned himself with her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her wetness. With a firm thrust, he pushed into her, both of them moaning as he filled her completely. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, and he had to pause for a moment to regain control.
Harry began to move, setting a steady rhythm as he pumped in and out of her. Astoria met his thrusts with her own movements, pushing back against him, her breathy moans filling the room.
He gripped her hips tightly, using them as leverage to drive deeper into her slick, willing pussy. Each thrust caused her luscious ass to ripple and quiver, the sound of their flesh slapping together punctuating the air.
Astoria's cries of ecstasy grew louder with each powerful drive, her body rocking beneath him as he took her with an almost savage intensity. The bed creaked under the force of their passion, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck!" Astoria moaned.
A wicked grin spread across Harry's face as he reached up to wrap his hand around her throat. His fingers squeezed gently, just enough to remind her who was in control. With his other hand, he fisted a handful of her silky blonde hair, yanking her head back. Astoria gasped, her back arching, her heavy breasts swaying with each punishing stroke.
"Such a good little slut," Harry praised. "Taking my cock like you were born to do it."
Astoria's response was a series of incoherent moans, her body trembling on the edge of release.
Harry's own climax was imminent, his balls tightening as they prepared to unleash a torrent of hot cum. He watched Astoria's face, flushed with pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she neared the brink..
And then he saw it. A flicker of movement in his peripheral vision. Harry turned his head slightly, and his heart nearly stopped. There, in the doorway, stood Daphne, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth agape as she took in the sight of her younger sister impaled on Harry's cock.
Astoria, oblivious to her sister's presence, was lost in her own pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck yeah! Cum inside me, Harry!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room.
He felt Astoria's pussy clench around him as she came, her orgasm triggering his own.
With a final, powerful thrust, Harry exploded inside of Astoria, his cock pulsating as he filled her with his seed.
"Fuck.. fuck!" Harry groaned.
Jet after jet of hot cum painted her inner walls, the sensation intensified by the knowledge that Daphne was bearing witness to their forbidden act.
As the haze of his climax began to clear, Harry's eyes locked with Daphne's. He expected to see anger or betrayal in her eyes, but instead, he found desire.
Astoria, finally spent, collapsed onto the bed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Harry slowly withdrew from her, his softening cock slipping out with an obscene squelch. He watched as his cum began to leak from her well-fucked pussy.
The room was silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing. Harry waited for Daphne to speak, to scream, to do something. But she simply stood there, her expression unreadable.