Daphne Greengrass was waiting for Harry to finish up talking with the girl he called his big sister, Nymphadora Tonks, but she was very bored and more than a bit jealous.
She knew it was stupid to get jealous when Harry had told her in no uncertain terms how much he loved her, and that no matter which other girls he cared for, Daphne would always have a place in his heart, but she couldn't restrain the green-eyed monster within her.
"Daphne?" a female voice asked, and Daphne turned curiously to see Lily Potter standing there.
"Hi, Mrs. Potter." Daphne smiled politely. Lily rolled her eyes.
"I've told you over and over again, sweetie. I'm basically your mother-in-law, but if you don't want to call me Mum, I'd much prefer Aunt Lily or something along those lines." Lily said lightly.
"Right. Sorry." Daphne nodded.
"So, where has my dashing son popped off to?" Lily asked jokingly, casting her familiar emerald gaze around the party.
"He went to talk to Nymphadora." Daphne said, and pointed over to where they had been, only to find Harry and Nymphadora had gone.
"Right." Lily said, who was privately thinking that Nym, complete slut she was for Harry, had snuck off to provide her 'little brother' with a birthday gift.
"Do you know anything about… his other girls?" Daphne asked hesitantly. Lily looked at Daphne curiously.
"What do you mean?" Lily inquired.
"Like… is he dating anyone else?" Daphne asked.
Lily's mind jumped from the image of a naked Ginny Weasley getting pounded by Harry, then to herself getting pounded by Harry, and finally to her newfound granddaughter Stella, not to mention the French-sounding screams coming from Harry's room the night of that pool party.
"No, no, I wouldn't say he is." Lily shook her head, "Harry… he's obviously very desired. And it's not unheard of for powerful wizards to have covens of witches dedicated to them."
"I know. I just never thought I would end up betrothed to the head of a coven." Daphne said.
Lily privately thought that she'd never imagined herself fucking her son, but she could hardly bring that one up to empathize with her son's blond betrothed.
"Just because Harry has a coven doesn't mean that he loves the girls in that coven any less than he would if only one girl held his heart." Lily said truthfully, "Harry's not like most guys, who would take this opportunity only for pussy. He cares genuinely about everyone in his unofficial coven."
Lily used the term 'unofficial coven' because a real coven was created by a magical ritual and legalized in a book that kept record of that sort of thing.
"Thank you, Aunt Lily. You're always a massive help." Daphne enthused.
"Don't mention it, dear. You'll be my daughter one day, and us women need to watch out for each other." Lily smiled.
Daphne and Lily embraced, and a lot of the men in the area watched enthralled as the busty loves and lovers of Harry Potter hugged tightly.
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Harry's cock was straining as he tried to not explode in Priya's extremely skilled hand.
The twins' sexy mother had her hand in Harry's pants, and was eagerly jerking him off.
"Holy Morgana." Harry growled, his hips bucking as the need to cum only grew stronger.
"Like that?" Priya Patil gasped, her large bosom visibly heaving as her breaths came quickly. Her panties were damp from the juices Harry had caused her to leak.
"Love it." Harry confirmed. Priya smiled naughtily.
"You going to cum in your pants for me, Harry?" Priya whispered.
Harry thanked his lucky stars that Apolline Delacour was the best wing-woman, ushering Emma Greengrass away to give Harry and Priya privacy.
"No. I'm going to cum in your mouth." Harry said firmly. Priya's body quivered at the order in the fourteen year old's tone.
She was such a whore.
"Yes, sir." Priya whispered seductively, and she unbuttoned Harry's pants. Then, unseen but in full view of a number of party guests who could see if they looked, Priya extracted Harry's cock from his boxers, and took it eagerly into her mouth.
Harry, on the edge as he was, exploded near instantly inside the sexy Indian woman's throat.
"Fuck." Harry grunted in enjoyment. Priya locked eyes with Harry while she kept slurping, milking every last drop of baby batter from his dick.
"Attagirl." Harry groaned as Priya's tongue swirled around his tip, cleaning him off.
Surprisingly pleased at the compliment, Priya took Harry's cock deeper into her mouth, and Harry loved it.
Priya was knelt between Harry's legs, and one of Harry's hands came up to rest on the back of Priya's head, and she instantly tensed.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, unsure. Priya hesitated, Harry's cock still in her mouth, but she slowly withdrew and told the truth.
"Whenever I used to give my husband blowjobs, he would shove my head all the way down his dick and hold me there until he cummed." Priya confessed.
"I wasn't going to force you down my cock." Harry said, disgusted on her behalf.
Priya studied him. Then, her plump lips slowly curved into a smile.
"You can fuck my throat anytime." Priya said, very submissively, and she kissed Harry's tip, "I do owe you for saving my daughter from that bastard Malfoy."
"You don't owe me anything." Harry grunted.
"But I do." Priya said genuinely, playing with Harry's balls.
"Shit." Harry gasped at that sensation, "I'm glad I put up a no spying charm."
Priya's cheeks reddened slightly as she realized she had entirely forgotten they were in public. She had been so entirely focused on rewarding the boy who'd saved Padma.
Priya gave Harry's cock several wet, sloppy kisses, and he groaned.
"Your mouth… it's amazing." Harry exhaled.
"Thank you." Priya smiled playfully. She was about to dive in for more of his cock, but Harry put his hand on her cheek and stopped her.
"Your husband… has he ever hurt you or the twins?" Harry asked.
"What? Where did that come from?" Priya asked.
"You brought him up about the throat-fucking thing, and it's been weighing on me wrong." Harry explained. Priya tried to work her way through her thoughts.
"No, he's never hurt the girls. And he's never hit me." Priya answered.
"What has he done to you?" Harry pressed.
"What does it matter to you?" Priya demanded.
"Because I want to help. Parvati and Padma are my friends, and if their mother is in trouble, I want to help her, and I would want to help her whether or not I just cummed in her mouth." Harry said.
"My husband has lost a lot in his life. His brother, his sister-in-law, his nephew…" Priya explained, "He is not a bad man, but he has hardened from his losses. He is overprotective of his daughters and me, because of his great fear he may lose us. Any time we do something that he believes puts us in danger, he gets very angry. He doesn't usually get physical, but I have been jinxed twice when he flies into a rage."
She could see Harry's mind turning, and she saw for the first time something truly Slytherin inside him. Until now, it was easy to see him as a noble Gryffindor type, but no. There was a degree of calculation in his emerald green eyes, something she wasn't even sure he was aware of.
"I'm guessing you don't want to accuse him." Harry said in a very calm tone.
"After all these years, despite the screaming and the pain, no, I do not want to see him harmed or incarcerated." Priya shook her head, "I don't love him anymore, but I also don't believe he has any true malice in his heart."
"So why not leave?" Harry wondered.
"Despite how old you act, Harry, you are still just a boy." Priya said affectionately, "There is a lot of politics involved with a split, especially considering how wealthy House Patil once was and how prominent it still is."
Harry grumbled at being called just a boy, and Priya's breath caught as he guided her to her feet, his hands on her sides.
"If you're positive he won't hurt you or the twins, then I'll keep it quiet. I don't want to cause you any trouble." Harry said. Priya smiled. There was the gallant Gryffindor again.
"You don't mind me finishing the job as a thank-you, do you?" Priya teased, rubbing her hand along Harry's sensitive cock.
"Go for it." Harry said eagerly, and Priya returned to her position on her knees before Harry's cock, those full lips of hers parting.
———
After an amazing blowjob from Priya, Harry did away with the spy proof charm, and went back in search of Daphne, as the Indian MILF had distracted him from that, though she was a very welcome distraction.
Harry caught a glimpse of blond hair and pushed forwards, but it turned out not to be Daphne, but rather Tracey Davis, who he gave a warm hello.
Disappointed nonetheless, Harry kept searching, waving hello to people like Megan Jones, Sophie Roper, and Mandy Brocklehurst as he went around his party. There were lots of Hogwarts students there, and Harry said hello to lots of them, even Justin Finch-Fletchley, who had, alongside Ron, instigated a lot of the accusations towards Harry last year during the Petrifications.
However, Harry understood that they had just been scared, so while he didn't respect their cowardice and actions because of it, he had no real ill will towards them.
Harry pushed forwards and said hello to Hannah Abbott, a shy blond who Susan was friends with, and then he bumped into a very pretty girl a year his senior.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Harry apologized.
"Don't worry about it." Cho Chang smiled.