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Daphne's Marriage Escape (Ch. 3 - Greengrass Manor)
🕑 Added 2024-07-06 01:45:24 +0000 UTCHarry sat back in his chair, staring blankly at the papers scattered across his desk. It seemed like ages ago now when he first heard Daphne's plea for help, so desperate yet determined beneath his very gaze. Now, after having thoroughly enjoyed her luscious form without any further thought towards her predicament, Harry realised that perhaps he had a bigger problem on his hands than initially anticipated. Sure, fucking the Ice Queen senselessly might have been satisfying in its own right, but never let it be said that Harry Potter wasn't one to follow through with his promises.
But that only left the question of what exactly could be done about the situation? Breaking off an arranged marriage wouldn't exactly prove easy under normal circumstances, especially between two prominent pure-blood families such as the Greengrasses and Malfoys. No doubt any such contract held stringent clauses and provisions meant to prevent precisely such occurrences, backed by centuries worth of tradition and precedents. And while Harry didn't particularly care much for tradition or societal expectations, he knew better than to act impulsively without considering the consequences fully.
Ahhh, I should have thought about this before I decided to sink my cock into her fluttering pussy..., he chastised himself silently, feeling a familiar stirring within his loins once again at the mere memory of those silky inner walls gripping tightly around him. Focus, Harry. Focus! You need to find a solution!
After mulling things over for several minutes, Harry finally arrived at a tentative plan; he needed more information regarding the specific terms of the agreement. That would require speaking directly with both families involved - namely, the Greengrasses and Malfoys. While the latter might prove trickier given Draco's involvement, Harry figured he stood a fair chance at getting something useful out of Daphne's parents. After all, he highly doubted they wanted their eldest daughter married off to someone as unsavoury as Draco Malfoy either.
...
It was late afternoon by the time Harry arrived at Greengrass Manor, nestled comfortably amidst rolling hills covered in vibrant green foliage. The building itself bore an imposing stature, standing tall against the skyline, radiating old world charm combined with modern elegance. He approached the entrance confidently, knocking thrice against the heavy oak door.
Daphne answered almost immediately, opening the door wide to welcome him inside. "Harry!" She exclaimed softly, stepping aside to allow him passage. Her cheeks turned rosy pink upon spotting his lingering gaze tracing along her exposed collarbones, visible thanks to the low neckline of her blouse. "What are you doing here? Have you found a way to save me from Draco?"
"Yes, I believe so," replied Harry, feigning confidence despite his doubts still gnawing away at the edge of his consciousness. "I came to discuss some matters with your parents."
Before Daphne could respond, another voice called out from deeper within the house. "Who is it, dear?" A woman emerged from down the hall, wearing a radiant smile accompanied by sparkling blue eyes reminiscent of her daughter's.
This must be Violetta Greengrass, matriarch of the household, Harry deduced.
"Hello, Mrs Greengrass," greeted Harry warmly, inclining his head slightly in respect. "My name is Harry Potter; I'm an acquaintance of your daughter from Hogwarts."
Violetta extended her hand politely towards him. "Nice to meet you, Mr Potter. Please, come inside. We were just sitting down for dinner."
As they walked towards the dining area, Harry couldn't help but notice another figure lurking nearby. Long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, identical to Daphne's. Their resemblance was uncanny, though there remained subtle differences between them. For instance, where Daphne possessed a cold aloofness, Astoria emanated warmth and openness instead. At least, she did until she spotted Harry. Then, her expression transformed completely, lighting up with unrestrained excitement.
She squealed with delight, rushing forward to embrace Harry tightly. "Oh Merlin! Harry Potter!" She breathed heavily, practically shaking with joy.
Having her body wrapped around his midsection sent a jolt of pleasure surging through him unbidden, and Harry felt himself stiffening involuntarily. The similarity between the sisters proved too potent a reminder, bringing forth vivid images of how delectable Daphne looked writhing beneath him earlier.
"Umm..." Harry stuttered awkwardly, disentangling himself carefully from Astoria's grip. "Hi, Astoria. It's nice to see you again."
Daphne shot daggers at her younger sibling using nothing but her glare alone. But Astoria merely stuck her tongue out playfully in response, giggling girlishly.
"So, what is the Boy-Who-Lived- No, the Man-Who-Conquered doing here?" Inquired Violetta curiously.
Harry glanced towards Daphne briefly, who nodded subtly in encouragement. It seemed she didn't mind him speaking of his part in helping her out of her predicament. However, just as he was about to speak, he was beaten to the punch by Astoria.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" She announced cheerily. "He's single, isn't he? And since Daphne is already engaged to Draco, then that leaves only one option left..." She winked coyly at Harry, causing heat to rise across his face instantly. Goddammit, these girls will be the death of me, he groaned mentally.
"And that is," said Daphne pointedly, shooting a warning glance towards her sister.
"That he has come to marry ME!" Concluded Astoria triumphantly, clasping her hands together excitedly.
Astoria and Mrs Greengrass looked expectantly towards Harry, waiting eagerly for confirmation or denial. Meanwhile, Daphne simply sighed resignedly, leaning back against the wall behind her.
"Ah... well... umm..." stammered Harry nervously, trying to formulate a coherent reply without hurting anyone's feelings. He wasn't normally this bad under pressure, but the delectable company wasn't exactly helping. "I am indeed single at present, but..."
"Then it's settled!" Interrupted Astoria happily, before he could finish speaking. "This can be our first date even!" She tugged gently on Harry's arm, leading him towards the table laden with food.
...
To say it was an unexpected turn of events would have been an understatement. He had arrived expecting to discuss serious matters regarding Daphne's engagement, yet ended up being dragged into a family dinner as some sort of pseudo-date instead. And considering he had already made a promise to Daphne, and fucked her silly not too long ago, it almost felt like cheating to entertain Astoria's advances. Although, given their current relationship status, perhaps 'cheating' wasn't exactly the right term to use here...
Throughout dinner, Astoria made every attempt possible to tease Harry relentlessly, flashing glimpses of skin and making suggestive comments designed to stir his loins further. Each time she leaned over, either to serve herself or refill their glasses, her cleavage would deepen, revealing tantalising hints of her voluptuous curves. Every now and then, she would catch his gaze, smirking impishly as if knowing exactly what kind of thoughts currently raced through his mind.
But she couldn't have known about the memories flooding back to him now: visions of Daphne splayed naked upon his desk, legs spread wide while her pussy gushed freely after experiencing wave after wave of ecstasy. Those perfect breasts bouncing rhythmically as she rode his cock, nipples hardened into tight buds from sheer pleasure. Her throaty moans echoing throughout his office as he filled her up with his essence...
Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?! Harry chastised himself silently, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
...
Once dinner concluded, Harry requested permission to speak with Violetta alone. She led him towards a quiet study, closing the door softly behind them. The room bore a warm ambience, lit softly by flickering candles casting dancing shadows along the walls.
Without preamble, Harry jumped straight into the heart of the matter. "Mrs Greengrass, I need to discuss something important with you."
Violetta regarded him calmly, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Please, call me Violetta. We're about to become family after all, aren't we?"
The words hung heavy in the air, forcing Harry to swallow thickly before continuing. "Yes, about that... I believe there may have been a misunderstanding earlier. You see, I didn't come here tonight intending to propose marriage to Astoria."
Disappointment clouded Violetta's features momentarily, but quickly cleared away as she responded evenly. "Very well. Then, if I may ask, why are you here, Mr Potter?"
"I came because I wanted to discuss Daphne's upcoming marriage to Malfoy," admitted Harry bluntly. "I wish to help your daughter break off this unwanted engagement."
Violetta looked puzzled for a moment before breaking into laughter. "You must be joking! Why on earth would we want to do such a thing? Surely you must understand how advantageous such a union would be for both families involved!"
Harry frowned, feeling frustration build within him. "Daphne doesn't want to marry Malfoy; surely you can see that. He's arrogant, cruel, and manipulative. Is that really someone you want your daughter tied to?"
"Mr Malfoy is an upstanding citizen," countered Violetta sternly. "His family holds considerable influence and wealth. Besides, they're offering a substantial dowry along with the arrangement. Money talks, Mr Potter. Don't let your personal feelings cloud your judgement."
Harry gritted his teeth, barely restraining his anger. Malfoy? Upstanding?! If only I could shove my cock down her throat to shut her up..., he thought bitterly. She did look remarkably like her daughters, especially Daphne, just more mature, so the image of thrusting his shaft between those plump red lips wasn't too difficult an image for his mind to conjure. But alas, violence wouldn't solve anything. Instead, he took a calming breath, regathering his thoughts.
"Alright, fine," conceded Harry reluctantly. "Let's assume money does talk. Then how about this - I can offer you twice whatever amount Malfoy is providing as part of the agreement. In exchange, you break off Daphne's engagement with him. Surely that's a win-win situation for everyone involved?"
Violetta shook her head slowly. "I appreciate your concern, Mr Potter, but unfortunately, it isn't that simple. Only Mr Malfoy himself has the authority to cancel the engagement. It was a part of his stipulations when negotiating the terms."
Harry clenched his fists at his sides, feeling frustration boil over. Why did I ever think this would be easy? he cursed internally. However, he knew better than to show any signs of weakness now. After all, he had already promised Daphne he would find a solution. And considering he had no intention of letting her go through with actually marrying Malfoy, failure simply wasn't an option.
His next thought was that this meant he had to make a visit to Malfoy and ask nicely for him to cancel the engagement. But then again, given how much Draco enjoyed tormenting him, it was likely the man would only sink his teeth deeper into the deal out of spite if he came knocking. No, there had to be another way around this.
If only I could convince Malfoy that keeping her around would cause more trouble than it's worth...
And it was then that inspiration finally struck him. A plan formed almost instantaneously, one requiring careful execution and precise timing, for not to mention a dose of public indecency... Yet, if pulled off correctly, it might just serve its purpose perfectly.
But while Harry was having his epiphany, Violetta seemed to have had an eureka moment of her own. "Mr Potter, since you seem so adamant about preventing our family from falling under the Malfoys' influence, perhaps there is another solution..."
She paused meaningfully, waiting until she had Harry's full attention. "Instead of breaking up Daphne's engagement, why don't you consider marrying Astoria yourself? Since you are indisputably Britain's most famous wizard, the connection would bring great honour and prestige to our name. Rather than being remembered as Malfoy's allies, people will associate us with you instead!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh softly at the irony. Here he was, trying desperately to save one sister from marrying a monster like Malfoy, yet ended up getting offered another sister in return. The world truly worked in mysterious ways sometimes. And while the thought of banging Astoria silly day in, day out sounded appealing too, he would have to sort out Daphne's predicament first before even thinking about indulging himself with her little sister.
He glanced towards Violetta, seeing genuine hopefulness reflected in her eyes. Goddamn it, these Greengrasses won't take no for an answer, will they?
Deciding against voicing his thoughts aloud, Harry merely nodded noncommittally. "I'll think about it, Mrs Greengrass. For now, though, I should probably get going."
Disappointment flashed across Violetta's face once again, but she quickly hid it away behind a polite smile. "Why don't you stay the night, Mr Potter? Perhaps it will help you make up your mind regarding Astoria's proposal."
Harry blushed slightly, realising what kind of implications lay behind her suggestion. Still, it would make sinking his cock deep inside Daphne's tight pussy later tonight far easier without having to worry about travelling back home afterwards. So, he agreed readily enough.
...
After taking a quick shower in the guest bathroom, Harry stepped out into the hallway wrapped only in a towel, heading towards the guestroom assigned to him.
Parked by the top of the stairs, however, was none other than Astoria herself, wearing nothing but a loose nightie barely long enough to cover the top of her thighs. Upon spotting him, her eyes widened comically, followed by a coy grin spreading across her face. Her gaze trailed along Harry's damp body hungrily, lingering particularly on his muscular chest and defined abs. Each slow perusal caused her breathing to hitch noticeably, legs squirming restlessly together. "Oh, hello, Harry! Fancy meeting you here!"
Harry had to hide a chuckle; he knew a staged meeting when he saw one, and Astoria wasn't exactly being subtle about her intentions either.
She sauntered closer still, stopping mere inches away from him. Despite standing fully upright, the top of her head barely reached past Harry's shoulders. It gave Harry quite the dominating advantage, especially when she leaned even closer, her breasts pressing firmly against his bare torso. He could feel her nipples hardening through her nightie, poking insistently against his skin.
"Astoria..." he warned softly, knowing exactly where this was headed.
She silenced him with a finger pressed gently against his lips. "Shhh... Don't talk, Harry," whispered Astoria, eyes shining brightly with desire. "You know, I've been thinking... We never got to finish our date earlier. How about we continue where we left off?" She reached out, tracing her fingers lightly along his biceps, sending shivers down his spine instantly and making his cock twitch beneath the towel.
Fuck, she's persistent, Harry groaned mentally, feeling torn between duty and lust.
Duty demanded he focus solely on rescuing Daphne from her impending doom; after all, she was the reason he found himself embroiled in this mess in the first place. Yet, on the other hand, here was Astoria, practically throwing herself at him, looking every bit as irresistible as her older sister. Not to mention, the idea of plunging his shaft deep within her moist depths sounded incredibly tempting too.
But before he could voice his thoughts, a sudden noise came from further down the hall. Both turned their heads simultaneously, spotting Daphne emerging from one of the rooms, looking flustered and dishevelled.
Upon spotting them, she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "What are you doing here, Astoria?" Demanded Daphne coldly.
"Well, I just so happened to be passing by when I saw Harry stepping out of the shower..." replied Astoria sweetly, batting her eyelashes innocently.
"And you decided to invite him to your room instead of letting him get some sleep, did you?" Snapped Daphne accusingly, shooting daggers at her younger sibling.
Astoria shrugged impishly, unfazed by Daphne's hostility. "Hey, can you blame me? Look at him! He's gorgeous, strong, famous... Plus, he's single now! Why shouldn't I try my luck?"
Daphne rolled her eyes exasperatedly, but due to the nature of her situation, couldn't exactly argue otherwise. Instead, she glared pointedly at Astoria until the latter finally relented.
"Fine, fine, I'm going. But you better not leave me hanging tonight, Harry!" Warned Astoria, pouting playfully. "I expect to see you naked and on my bed, within the hour!" Then, turning on her heels, she sauntered off towards her own room. Harry watched as the fabric of her nightie swayed rhythmically with each step she took, exposing tantalising glimpses of soft flesh beneath.
Once she disappeared around the corner, Harry turned towards Daphne, who was watching him with a deep blush staining her cheeks. She looked almost shy, something wholly unlike the confident, domineering woman he knew from Hogwarts. "Daphne..." He began hesitantly.
Daphne interrupted him, speaking quickly. "Harry... I need your cock." She admitted, looking downwards sheepishly. "I need you to fill me up with your cock, to make me feel like I belong to someone other than Draco!"
Harry blinked, taken aback momentarily by her sudden forwardness. However, it wasn't like he hadn't thought about ploughing into her tight snatch again already. But considering that he had just been about to apologise for his desperate desire to thrust himself inside her little sister just moments earlier, he figured perhaps he should refrain from voicing those thoughts aloud.
"If I'm going to be married to Draco in two weeks time, I want to use the time up to that point as best as possible," continued Daphne softly, her gaze flickering upwards towards Harry's face briefly before dropping back down again to the bulge protruding from his towel. "And being filled up by your massive cock seems like the perfect way to go about it!"
Desire surged through Harry immediately upon hearing her words, causing his manhood to stiffen rapidly beneath the towel. Goddamn, how can someone sound so innocent yet so filthy at the same time?
He swallowed thickly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the overwhelming urge to bend her over the nearest guardrail and fuck her senseless right then and there.
"I told you earlier. You're not going to marry Malfoy, Daphne," assured Harry firmly, reaching out gently to cup her chin in his hand, tilting it upwards until they locked gazes. "I promise you that much."
She shivered slightly under his touch, leaning into it subconsciously. "Really?" Hopefulness coloured her tone, eyes shining brightly once more. "Well, if that's the case, then I really need your cock, Harry," she repeated, emphasising her need.
Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head lightly. "Do all Greengrass women have such a one-track mind?" He joked teasingly.
But Daphne merely shrugged nonchalantly. "Probably. We tend to get what we want eventually." And with that, she grabbed hold of his arm, dragging him forcefully towards her bedroom. Leaving Harry's towel discarded somewhere along the hallway behind them...
