WARNING: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature, including group sex. It also includes Ginny bashing, so if any of these things bother you, you should probably stop reading now.

AN: Greeting friends, I hope you are well.

This will be the final chapter for this story. Thank you to everyone who has reviews/favourite/followed the story, you guys have been fantastic both in your kind words and your criticism. My next story will probably be a Fairy Tail story, as I've half written two already. So keep an eye out from them if you're into that. I also hope to get a few more HTTYD fics and a few Arrow stories, but I'm not going to stop writing for Harry Potter either. Anyone who has seen the story ideas on my profile has probably seen the idea 'Long Live the King' and that will probably be my next project although I am changing how I was going to do it.

Instead of making it one story, they will be posted as separate one shots. So keep an eye out for them as well.

Also I don't usually do this but if you're not happy with how I've describe Daphne's wedding dress, this picture is what I had in mind. Just copy it into your address bar and remove the spaces. www . essensedesigns stella - york / wedding – dresses / 6220 /

Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and feedback is always appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry leaned on the railing of the tiny bridge, gazing longingly over the moonlit pond at Daphne as she laughed at something Tracey Davies had said. Although he was too far away to actually hear it, he could still hear her musical laugh at least in his mind. Soon he would go to her but for now he was content to admire her from afar, particularly with how beautiful she looked in that white wedding dress.

"There's the married man," came a voice to his right and Harry turned to see his best friend Hermione Granger approaching him, still wearing her violet bridesmaid dress.

"Hey Hermione," he said smiling at her. "Not sure if I've said it yet, but you look wonderful tonight."

Hermione returned his easy smile. "No you haven't but then I'm not surprised," she said, her tone turning teasing. "You've barely taken your eyes off of Daphne since she walked down the aisle. But thank you for saying so."

"Well it is my wedding day," he replied cheerfully. "I would think it appropriate for the groom to be unable to look away from his new wife."

"That's true. I suppose in that case you can be forgiven."

Hermione approached the rail and leaned on it like Harry was. "I was actually looking for you, Harry."

"Oh, what for," Harry asked.

The bushy haired witch sighed. "To apologise."

"What? What on earth for?"

"For how I behaved when you first announced your engagement to Daphne," she responded glumly.

"Oh that." When he had announced to his friends about the marriage contract with Daphne, they had all reacted in different ways. Ron, Neville, most of the Weasley boys and surprisingly Luna had all responded with wolf-whistles and sly comments about how lucky he was to land such a good looking bird, even if she was a Slytherin. Arthur and Molly were disappointed at first, as they still held out hopes that Harry would still officially become their son-in-law, but were happy when they met Daphne and found her to be a charming young woman who made Harry happy. And they were honoured when the groom listed them as his family.

As for Hermione, well knowing her like Harry did, he would have been surprised if she had reacted any differently. She exploded on a vicious tirade that denounced the marriage contract as a barbaric practice that had no place in civilised society and that he should have never entered into one. While Harry personally agreed with her, and said as much, the argument about embracing barbaric practices to get rid of them didn't fly with his old friend. She did however cool down once she met Daphne and was asked by the blonde woman to be her bridesmaid, which was accepted.

"It's fine Hermione," he told her. "Honestly, your reaction wasn't anything I wasn't expecting, and it wasn't like anything you said wasn't true."

"I know all that," she said, still looking a bit guilty. "But you're my friend and I should know you wouldn't force someone else into this kind of thing. I should have been more supportive."

She paused for a moment and she looked upon the beautiful bride, now talking to her sister. "You know, Daphne told me how you insisted she and her mother be included in the talks and how her father didn't really approve."

Harry shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "I was trying to arrange a marriage with her. Cutting them out of the loop wasn't going to make things easier."

"You mean, 'happy wife means happy life'?" Hermione queried with a smile.

"Well kinda," Harry replied before continuing. "But I also know what it's like to have your choices taken away from you. I want to change this world for the better, but I'm not going to be the kind of person who gets to the top by climbing over the bodies. That's not who I am."

"I know," Hermione said, smiling with pride at her best friend. "I know you'll make a difference, and I think Daphne will be able to help you with that. After spending time with her, she seems to have a knack for political intrigues."

She then hugged him, which he promptly returned. "I'm proud of you Harry," she whispered to him.

"Oi, you're married now, you can't be hugging other men's girlfriends like that," came the voice of his other best friend.

They pulled apart to see Ronald Weasley approaching them wearing his best man robes and grinning at them. Hermione merely rolled her eyes. "Honestly Ron."

The two men just laughed at their female friend before Harry turned to his best mate. "Not sure if I've said it yet Ron, but thanks for being my best man," he said with gratitude.

"Have you? I'm not sure you have," Ron mentioned with a teasing glint in his eye. "You might have mentioned right after I said I'd do it? Or maybe during your engagement party OR the wedding rehearsal? Or maybe even several times today?"

Harry chuckled at Ron's antics while Hermione rolled her eyes again, although this time with a smile on her face. "Honestly Ron," she groaned good naturedly. "I think you're spending too much time with George."

Ron chuckled at his girlfriend's words before turning back to Harry. "Anyway mate, I'm honoured to have been your best man," he said with pride. "Gotta admit, I was surprised when you took up with a snake, but Daphne's great, and nobody's perfect."

The three of them laughed before Harry added longingly. "Daphne is."

Ron and Hermione both shot each other a knowing smirk, once again seeing how taken their friend was with the blonde Slytherin. Nonetheless, they were both happy for Harry. He deserved the happiness he had found with Daphne, especially after what happened with Ginny.

It was the thought of his little sister that prompted Ron to remember exactly why he had come over in the first place. "Oh crap," he muttered to himself before addressing Harry. "Mate, I forgot to mention, there's been a bit of a problem."

This got the attention of the groom and the bridesmaid. "What's happened?" they both asked.

"Ginny's here," said the worried Weasley.

"But how, she wasn't even invited," Harry protested while Hermione just groaned.

"She somehow got herself invited as someone's date," Ron explained.

Harry cursed under his breath. There had been a reason why she hadn't been invited in the first place, couldn't she take the hint? "Where is she," he asked urgently.

"I don't know," confessed Ron. "Mum said she saw her at the bar, but that was more than twenty minutes ago."

Before Harry could curse again, Hermione spoke up. "I know where she is," said the witch before pointing across the pond.

Both men's gazes followed her finger to see Daphne talking with Narcissa Malfoy and Ginny approaching the two pureblood witches. "Oh that's not going to end well," muttered Ron, and Harry couldn't help but agree.

Several moments before the Golden Trio noticed Ginny Weasley approaching the bride, the new Mrs Potter had just finished talking to her sister when she was approached by her sister's mother-in-law, Narcissa Malfoy. "Mrs Malfoy," she greeted respectfully.

Daphne wondered if she should feel a bit more awkward around the woman who had, until they started dating, been sleeping with her now husband. Yet the few times Daphne had interacted with the Mrs Malfoy since she found out, the older blonde had been supportive and hadn't sought to take advantage of her. "How is Mr Malfoy doing?" she asked, unsure of any other topics that were safe to discuss.

"He's rather well all things considering," answered Narcissa. "And in less than a year's time, he'll be a free man, thanks to your husband."

"That's good to hear."

"It is," the older witch sighed wistfully. "I'll finally have my husband back after so long."

Were Daphne better at the game of turning every comment into a veiled insult, she might have made a snide remark about Narcissa's extramarital activities. And even though she was quite good at it, easily providing cutting remarks to those she grew up with, Narcissa had been a master of that game long before Daphne had even been born, so it would be unlikely that she'd win, which is what being in Slytherin house ultimately meant; only pick the battles you can win. Beside, Narcissa had been nothing but cordial, so there was no reason to make an enemy where none existed, another creed of Slytherin house. "Lucius sends his congratulations by the way," said Narcissa. "It was a lovely ceremony, and you look absolutely stunning in that dress."

Daphne, despite her wariness of the older Malfoy, beamed at the compliment. "Thank you very much Mrs Malfoy," she said happily. "I really do love this dress."

She had fallen in love with her wedding dress the moment she saw it, and despite what Astoria, Tracey and Hermione might say, the fact that she had spent all day unsuccessfully trying on dresses had nothing to do with it. It fit her perfectly, showing off her exquisite curves in a way that no other dress had done before and flayed out from the knee, gracefully brushing the ground as she walked. The corset also showed off her bust in way that managed to emphasise their size and shape while retaining a degree of elegance and class. All in all, it was the perfect dress, and judging by Harry's stunned expression as she walked down the aisle, her husband full heartedly agreed.

However, it had caused a few problems. It had bothered her father that she had chosen to wear a dress made and designed by muggles and had led to more than one lecture about the virtue of purebloods isolating themselves from the corrupting influence of muggles. Of course Daphne had more than once ignored his words. She had spent the better part of her childhood trying and failing to meet his never ending expectations about how a pureblood lady should act, until she eventually gave up and began to resent him for it. Nor did she allow the belief in pureblood superiority to rule her decisions anymore either. It was a bit hard to preach about how great purebloods are when the most powerful wizards born in this century were half-bloods.

So she didn't particularly care what her father thought of her dress or of anything else really. She loved it and so did her husband, and they were the only ones whose opinions mattered on this day. Her father could jump off a broom for all she cared.

"That wedding planner you recommended was a lifesaver," Daphne said, expressing her thanks and happiness as she came out from her reflections. "And if it hadn't been for you, we might never had arranged that contract in the first place. So really, this is all thanks to you Mrs Malfoy."

Narcissa simply waved off the gratitude. "Think nothing of it dear," she told the younger witch. "I am just glad I could help you two find each other. I am positive you two will bring out the best in each other. I do however request one favour from you."

"Oh," the younger witch queried, her caution rising. She had no idea what the Malfoy witch might ask of her, but it wouldn't do to agree to a request from a Malfoy so blindly.

As it turned out though, she had nothing to worry about. "Be good to Harry," Narcissa said. "He is a good man who's had a hard life. He doesn't deserve a terrible marriage on top of that."

Daphne smiled at the older woman. "Of course I will," she told the older witch, but muttering with a growing blush on her face. "I was planning on doing that anyway."

Narcissa, usually so poised and controlled in public, smiled at the new Mrs Potter. "Good. I'm glad I could help bring you two together."

Daphne eyed the smiling Malfoy for a moment, analysing what she saw. "You care for him don't you," she asked suddenly, careful to not speak too loudly.

Far from being caught off guard, Narcissa's smile dropped. "He told you about us didn't he," she asked.

Daphne nodded. "Yes, he wanted us to be completely honest with each other."

Narcissa's smile returned, although softer and subtler. "Then I'm glad most of my lessons to him sunk in," she said. "To answer your question, yes I do care for him. Not in the same way I care for Lucius, so you have no worry of losing your husband. Simply put, he has done so much for my family, and he had every reason not to. It's hard not to care for someone like that."

Daphne smiled beautifully at her sister's mother-in-law. "I'm glad he had you to help him when he needed it."

Narcissa's smile turned sly and almost mischievous, something which caught Daphne off guard. "I'm sure you are," said the older witch, her tone almost teasing and playful. "I take it you enjoyed that trick I taught him with his tongue?"

Daphne, who knew exactly what trick Narcissa was referring to, blushed intensely, causing the older witch to laugh at the young bride's expression. "I do very much, thank you," said the younger blonde stiffly, unable to stop the colour rushing to her cheeks.

Whatever direction the conversation might have taken was halted as the two pureblood witches were joined by someone Daphne had not expected to see at her wedding; Ginny Weasley, her husband's ex-girlfriend. When Harry and Daphne had been discussing the guest list for their wedding, they were fairly casual about the whole thing. Neither of them wanted an overly large wedding, just family and friends. However, one thing Daphne was adamant about was that Ginny Weasley would not be in attendance and Harry, having no desire to see his ex, agreed without reservations.

Unfortunately, it did make things a bit awkward for the Weasley family, as the entire clan, including spouses and children were invited, sans Ginny. According to Ron, the only daughter of Arthur and Molly threw what was basically a temper tantrum. It was so petulant and childish that even little Victoire told Ginny to act her age, a little anecdote that Ronald Weasley took no small measure of joy retelling time and time again. Finally, though, Molly put her foot down, saying that Ginny had only wanted to go to cause trouble, while the rest of the family were going to support their seventh son as he got married.

After that, Daphne had assumed that the matter was dealt with. Apparently no one had told Ginny Weasley as there she was, wearing a deep burgundy dress that showed far more leg and cleavage that would be considered proper at a wedding. "Miss Weasley," the blonde witch greeted, after all, there was no reason she shouldn't be polite, despite how much she wanted to claw the younger woman's eyes out for what she put Harry through. "I didn't know you would be attending my wedding."

However, her attempts at civility were met with a nasty sneer. "I managed to convince one of Harry's old friends from Dumbledore's Army to take me as their plus one," the redhead hissed. "After you poisoned my own family against me."

Daphne inwardly sighed, as Ginny's blunt display rubbed her Slytherin tendencies the wrong way. "That sounds like a discussion you should have with your family," she told the other woman, her tone turning cold.

"Bullshit," Ginny hissed again. "You were the one who didn't want me here."

"Now for what possible reason could I have to not want you to attend my wedding," Daphne hissed back. "Might it have something to do with the fact that I don't believe you could be trusted to behave and not cause a scene? The exact thing you are doing right now."

"That's not it," bragged the redhead. "You just didn't want Harry to run off with me."

Daphne could almost hear Narcissa rolling her eyes. "Don't be ludicrous," the younger blonde witch scowled. "Harry didn't want you here either. Might have something to do with how you can't keep out of the papers. What was it last week?"

"Public intoxication and mild lewd behaviour," said Narcissa drolly, as if the whole thing was beneath her. "That's possibly tame for you, isn't it, Miss Weasley?"

The only Weasley daughter scowled viciously. However, whatever her retort might have been, it was cut off with the arrival of Harry, Ron and Hermione. Suddenly, Ginny's facial expression did a one eighty, going from savage and foul to smiling and flirtatious. And fooled exactly no one. "Harry," the Harpies star cooed as the groom approached, ignoring his two friends. "Your new wife isn't being very hospitable to her guests. Maybe you should drop her before you're in too deep."

Harry frowned at her words. "Ginny, you weren't even invited. You really shouldn't even be here."

"Only because this bit- bride," Ginny spat. "Didn't want us to get back together."

The dark haired man rolled his eyes and made no attempt to be subtle about it either. "Did you really think we would? At my own wedding?" he asked incredulously. "Merlin Ginny, I didn't want you here either."

"You didn't?" she asked, eyes wide in shock.

"Told you," Daphne said, knowing it was petty to look so smug, but didn't really care.

"But what about us," Ginny pleaded, ignoring the bride's comment as crocodile tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.

"What about us," Harry repeated. "Our relationship was toxic Ginny. We both wanted different things in life and we spent most of our time fighting. And let's not forget that you were constantly suspicious of me spending any amount of time with another woman, even Hermione, yet that never stopped you from spending the night celebrating with your teammates doing Merlin knows what."

"But she was trying to steal you from me," the youngest Weasley whined, earning a scowl from Hermione. "And besides you don't control me, I can do whatever I like."

"How dare you," shot Hermione, glaring at the younger woman. "Harry is like my brother, I would no sooner sleep with him than you would with Ron."

"And Ginny the only reason you didn't want Harry spending time with any woman other than you was because you didn't want him doing the same thing you were doing while you were out partying," Ron said, the unlikely voice of reason, before turning to his best friend. "Mate, I know this probably isn't the time or place for this, but Ginny was cheating on you while you were together. I caught her once shagging a bloke in an alley while I was on patrol. Dunno if it was more than once though. Sorry, I should have told you sooner but you broke up not long after, so I figured why rub salt in the wound."

"Shut up you liar," a betrayed Ginny Weasley hissed at her brother.

Harry ignored her and turned to his best man. "Don't worry about it Ron," he said. "I had my suspicions, but it doesn't matter anyway." he turned to face down Ginny, who was not looking as confident as she had previously. "Ginny, I'm married to Daphne now, and I love her. I don't want to get back together."

"B-b-but Harry," she sputtered. "We're this generation's James and Lily Potter, we're destined to be together."

Her words were met this five very confused looks. Narcissa, who had remained silent thus far, took her turn to scowl at the youngest Weasley. "Miss Weasley, I did not know James or Lily Potter well, only in passing really, but that's enough to tell you that the only thing you and Harry share with them is your hair colours," she said, scolding the young woman.

Daphne, who had been watching, turned to her new husband. "If you're that concerned about repeating history, I can dye my hair red if you like," she said, half teasing, half serious.

Harry just scoffed. "Sorry but I don't really want you to dye your hair just to remind me of mum, that would be creepy," he told her. "Besides, I like your blonde hair. It's like liquid gold."

The former Slytherin blushed and smiled at his compliment while Narcissa continued scolding Ginny. "You are at a wedding you weren't invited to just to cause a scene and all you are doing is embarrassing yourself and embarrassing your family. I think now would be a good time to leave, otherwise, we may need to forcibly remove you."

"That won't be necessary Mrs Malfoy," came a voice from behind the group, a voice that frightened every Weasley child, even in adulthood.

The group all turned to the voice and saw a fuming Molly Weasley and an unimpressed and disappointed Arthur Weasley. Behind them, Harry could see several people looking their way, curious as to the going ons amongst the group. So much for his wedding being incident free. "Mum, I-" Ginny began in an effort to hold off her furious mother, but it was too late for that. Mt Molly was ready to explode.

"Don't you dare, Ginevra Weasley," Molly spoke in a raised voice, making her children flinch. "Your father and I told you explicitly that you weren't to come to this wedding unless you could behave like a mature adult, and yet here you are, causing trouble."

Harry hadn't heard that the older Weasley's had actually banned Ginny from the wedding. Their daughter though huffed in frustration. "I was just trying to show Harry that his wife," she spat the word like it was acid. "Was wrong for him and that we belong together. I thought you wanted us back together."

"Of course I did," admitted Molly, before turning apologetic look to the bride. "I'm sorry, Daphne, you are a very beautiful and lovely young woman, and I'm sure you and Harry will be very happy together, but I had hoped that Harry and Ginny would eventually find their way back to each other."

Daphne nonetheless smiled at the older woman's words. She appreciated the blessing from her new husband's mother figure and how Molly used the past tense for any hopes of Harry and Ginny getting back together. The older red haired woman turned back to her daughter. "But I also want both of you to be happy, and from what I've seen and heard, I don't think Harry could be happy with someone so childish."

Ginny bristled at her mother's words. "I am NOT a child," she hissed.

But Molly was not moved by her daughter's declaration. "You are certainly behaving like one," the older witch shot back. "It is terrible when my grandchildren act more maturely than my own daughter. Now I think it's time we left and we'll continue this discussion at home."

"I'm not going anywhere," Ginny said defiantly.

Molly Weasley's expression darkened as her youngest crossed her arms petulantly. Harry heard Ron audibly gulp beside him and while he normally he would have found his friend's fear of his mother humorous, this time Harry too found himself overcome with fear. "You were not invited to this wedding Ginny, and we explicitly told you not to come," Molly repeated, barely controlling her rage at her troublemaking daughter. "Now you can either leave willingly with us, or I will stun you and drag you out of here in view of everyone else. The choice is yours, and I sincerely hope you make the right one for once."

Ginny's defiance faltered a bit, as if she was unsure whether or not her mother would carry out her threat, but then she noticed that many people were watching the exchange and knew that she couldn't back down now. Imagine what her fans would think if they saw that she was still a child who gave into their parents and there was no way her mother would embarrass her like that. "I'm not going anywhere," she repeated, her defiance returning in full force.

"Fine," Molly Weasley sighed angrily, whipping out her wand and surprising everyone. "Stupefy,"

Ginny had no chance to react as the spell hit and she fell over. Daphne, being the closest quickly moved to catch the falling woman, and gently lowered her to the ground. Arthur, who had not been expecting his wife to react in such away, quickly overcame his surprise and moved to collect his troublesome daughter. "Thank you for catching her, Daphne," he said graciously.

"It's fine," the blonde responded. "Despite how much trouble she's caused, I don't want any unnecessary damage to happen to her."

Arthur just nodded before addressing Harry and Daphne. "Well we best be off after that little display," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "Harry, Daphne, it was a beautiful ceremony and we wish you all the best for your marriage."

Molly, who had put her wand away, nodded her agreement. "Yes, we hope you have a very happy marriage, and we're sorry about Ginny," she said, before muttering. "We are going to have some very strong words with that girl, I assure you."

Ron, who was still shocked by the turn of events, shuddered at the thought. Nevertheless, after Arthur and Molly gave their final farewells to the gathered wizards and witches, they then apparated back to the Burrow with their problematic daughter in tow. Hermione was the first to break the silence after their departure. "Well I was not expecting that," she admitted, with the people around her nodding their agreement.

Daphne then turned to her new husband. "Harry could you go and reassure the guests, please," the bride said, noticing the onlookers still watching their little group with a little too much interest.

"Huh, oh yeah of course," Harry said, before turning to his best friends. "Come on Ron, Hermione."

Daphne watched as her husband and his friends went to talk to the guests and get things moving along, leaving her with Narcissa. "Personally, I would have let the girl fall to the floor," the older witch said. "It would be no less than that brat deserves."

"I agree completely," Daphne admitted. "And normally I would have been happy to let her hit her head on the floor. But when she retells this story to suit herself, there are going to be a lot of witnesses who saw me try and help the woman who tried to cause trouble at my wedding. It'll make me look better if nothing else."

Narcissa nodded her approval. "Well played."

The two women were silent for a moment, watching as the Golden Trio walked amongst the guests and began going back to what they were doing before Ginny Weasley's scene. Finally, Daphne broke their silence. "I must admit Mrs Malfoy I was somewhat nervous about speaking with you today," she admitted to the older witch.

Narcissa raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. "Oh, why was that?"

"Partly because of your past with Harry," Daphne explained. "But also because I wanted a favour from you."

This caused Narcissa to pause. While she wasn't against granting Daphne a favour, as it would give Narcissa leverage over the young woman and she doubted that the newlywed had anything sinister in mind, she was still a raised pureblood and a Slytherin alumni. One never knew what plots, or how many, Slytherins and former Slytherins had going, and Daphne, while not being in Narcissa's league just yet, was not someone to be underestimated either. Still it wouldn't hurt to hear her out. "What is it that you wanted?"

She caught by surprise as Daphne's cheeks started to turn red, becoming the very definition of a blushing bride. "Well, I wanted to do something special for Harry as a wedding present, and I was hoping you would aid me, my new husband being dear to you as well."

This had Narcissa's interest piqued. "What did you have in mind?"

Much later, a tired Harry Potter made his way to the marital suite with heavy feet. He had not seen Daphne since he went to reassure the wedding guests, and for almost two hours, he, Hermione and Ron did nothing but weave between everyone, ensuring them that the drama had been sorted. Of course, humans are insatiably curious creatures and every single guest wanted to know the details of what had happened between his new wife and his old girlfriend, and unfortunately, Harry couldn't really tell everyone to 'bugger off and mind their own business', no matter how much he wanted to. He doubted Daphne would approve, and Narcissa and Hermione would probably scold him as well if he did that.

Still, Harry had seen off the last of the guests from the property, Potter's Hall, save those from the wedding party who had all retreated to their assigned rooms. He had just said goodnight to his groomsmen, Ron, Neville and Blaise Zabini, a close male friend of his bride who was included amongst his groomsmen for the same reason that Hermione was a bridesmaid along with Astoria Greengrass and Tracey Davies, and was now making his way to bed, hopefully to participate in his long awaited wedding night.

Ever since their first time at his apartment all those months ago, Harry and Daphne's sex life had been very active, at least until a few weeks ago. They had decided to abstain from sex until the wedding night, to make it more special and Harry was more than a little eager to lay with Daphne as man and wife. When he got to the suite, he opened the door and was blown away by what he saw on the luxurious bed that he was to consummate his marriage upon. He had expected Daphne to be laying there waiting for him and posed seductively for his viewing pleasure, but that was not the extent of what he was currently seeing.

Certainly, Daphne was there, wearing nothing but her white thigh high stockings and lacy white garter belt, along with the veil she had been wearing all night, but he was unprepared for exactly who else was there, lips locked with his bride without a stitch of clothing on them. "N-N-Narcissa," Harry managed to choke out, shocked to see his former lover on his marital bed.

The two women separated their lips from each other and each shot a seductive look at him. "Hello Harry," Narcissa said huskily, stroking Daphne's nude body while gazing at Harry. "Daphne here requested my help in giving you a very special wedding gift and I couldn't possibly say no at having one last session with my favourite lover."

Harry, who was still shocked by the scene, nevertheless turned a questioning gaze to his new bride. "It's true," Daphne confirmed with a hum of delight as Narcissa gently squeezed her breast. "I wanted to give you something amazing for our wedding night. Just to be clear though, this isn't going to be a regular thing," she finished with a stern and final tone.

"Enough of that," Narcissa announced as Harry nodded his understanding of his wife's terms. "Harry, come here please. And get out of those cloths"

Naturally, Harry obeyed her command, practically tearing off his clothes before making his way to the foot of the bed. There, Daphne and Narcissa switched themselves around, bringing their faces closer to Harry's hardening member and each placed on of their soft hands on his length. "I'd almost forgotten how nice it was to hold this cock," said the older witch as they both began stroking the shaft.

"It's even nicer to taste," Daphne couldn't help but comment, making Harry groan as she placed a small kiss on his tip.

"Mmm, that it is," Narcissa hummed in agreement. "Do you mind if I have first taste? It has been a while."

"Be my guest."

"Don't I get a say in this," Harry playfully complained.

The two witches ignored him as Narcissa placed her mouth on his cock and began sucking on his head before she moved to get more of him in her mouth. Daphne, not to be outdone, made sure to suck of the parts of the shaft that Narcissa couldn't fit all the while making sure to gently fondle Harry's balls. The former Gryffindor moaned as the two witches serviced his manhood with their mouths. "Merlin, this is good," he groaned in pleasure.

Daphne and Narcissa quickly developed a system where Narcissa would suck on his penis while Daphne fondled and sucked on his balls, before quickly and flawlessly swapping roles. They did this to keep Harry on his toes and he couldn't help but love the act in its entirety. "Yes, that's it," he hissed as his head hit the back of Daphne's throat. "Suck my cock…"

His words were met with seductive eyes, Narcissa's stormy blue and Daphne's almost violet that whispered tales of the lust and ecstasy he was going to experience on his wedding night. He relished in the feeling of Narcissa Malfoy once again sucking his length, and that combined with Daphne's own oral talents, the last few months having made her more than adept at servicing her now husband, meant that it didn't take long before the two women brought him to completion with their mouths. "Daphne… Narcissa… fuck… I'm… ahhh… coming," Harry groaned, his cock twitching in excitement.

Narcissa, who was the only blowing him when they pushed him over the edge, quickly deep throated him and eagerly swallowed his discharge. "I wanted some," Daphne pouted as the older witch greedily took her new husband's seed.

Seeing a mischievous and almost sinister look in Narcissa's eye, Daphne was unprepared when the older witch released Harry's hard cock from her mouth and pulled the bride in for a passionate kiss. Daphne was caught even more off guard when Narcissa's tongue forced its way into her mouth and her eyes widened in surprise as the older witch shared the remainder of Harry's load with her. However, the younger witch quickly shook off her disbelief and eagerly accepted the gift, humming into the older witch's mouth a moan of pleasure as she was forced, but by no means unwilling, to swallow the rest of her husband's discharge.

Harry, like any other male in his position, could only watch in raptured awe as the two witches continued to snog and share his cum between him. Eventually, Daphne and Narcissa separated their lips, his load nowhere to be seen, and grinned at his stunned expression. "You see Daphne," Narcissa lectured, her tone still seductive. "The only thing a man likes to see more than a woman taking his seed in her mouth or cunt, is seeing it shared between two women."

"Mmhmm," the younger witch hummed in agreement. "It might be worthwhile to arrange something like this in the future, just to see that look on his face again."

Before Harry could gather enough of his wits to ask about what she meant by her comment, Daphne moved from her position to the small bedside table and picked up something which Harry couldn't quite make out. He didn't have to spend too long wondering about it though, as his bride tossed to him the object she had picked up, which turned out to be a bright yellow potion in a vial. "What's this for," he asked, holding up the vial.

"It's a potent stamina potion," Daphne stated. "Who knows if we'll ever do something like this again, so I figured you shouldn't waste this opportunity because you were too tired."

Harry merely looked between his new bride, Narcissa and the potion with a curious expression on his face. "Doesn't this potion take like a week to brew, and have a pretty short shelf life," he wondered out aloud, watching his new wife's cheeks redden. "Just how long have you been planning this Daphne?"

Narcissa, who had up until now thought Daphne's request for a threesome had been more of a spur of the moment thing, shot a questioning gaze at the now blushing bride. "Would you rather question me about my planning skills," the younger witch grumbled. "Or would you rather fuck two very attractive witches?"

Harry chuckled as he uncorked the vial and quickly poured its contents down his throat. "We'll be continuing this discussion later, my sneaky wife," he chided playfully as he climbed onto the bed, placing himself between Daphne and Narcissa.

"I'm sure we will," Daphne said with a roll of her eyes, before turning to the older witch. "Seeing as it's been a while for you two, why don't you go first Narcissa?"

"Hmm, that's very kind of you," Narcissa hummed. "I believe I will take you up on that offer."

Narcissa then placed one of her delicate hands on Harry's toned chest and gently pushed him down on his back. She then swung a leg over him, straddling his waist and rubbing his new erection, revived when he witnessed the two witches sharing his cum, against her soaking quim. "Mmm, I'm going to enjoy this," she moaned, grasping his cock and guiding it inside of her.

She had not partaken in carnal pleasures since she and Harry ended their affair, the wedding and visiting her husband taking priority. Still it felt wonderful to be filled up by his manhood again. "Merlin I've missed this," Narcissa cried, further lowering her hips and sliding more of him into her pussy.

Harry could only grunt as the older witch began to ride him, enraptured by the familiar yet long missed sight of Narcissa's naked mature body, particularly her still firm and bountiful breasts and how they moved in response to her pleasure seeking movements. However, the sight of these fleshing mounds and their erotic movements were soon blocked by white stocking clad thighs and a very wet vagina. "I know you'd rather be watching her tits bounce," came the voice of his new wife. "But it is MY wedding night, and I will not be neglected."

Harry merely chucked as he placed his hands on Daphne's hips to guide her closer to his mouth. "Anything you wish, my dear," he promised, before he began tasting his wife's sweet nectar.

Daphne and Narcissa moaned simultaneously, as Harry's tongue and cock worked their magic on the two pureblood witches. They began eagerly grinding their hips against the part of the young man currently pleasuring them, Narcissa moaning in joy as her long empty cavern was once again filled by her favourite lover while Daphne hummed in delight as her new husband's tongue wormed its way through her nether lips and around her sensitive clit.

Narcissa had always thought of herself as a poised woman, always in control of herself in any given situation. Harry, however had always brought out something in her, something needier. She had missed his presence after they ended their affair, but it wasn't until she had his cock in her for the first time in so long that she realised how much her body craved his. She sought to maintain her steady rhythm as she continued to ride his manhood, but the longer she spent with him inside her, the harder it was to not give in to her primal need, and soon her control had given way for wild thrashing as she furiously fucked the prone man. "OH Merlin, yes," she cried, bottoming out. "Oh Merlin… I've missed this."

Daphne shot a superior smirk at the older witch. She was glad she could do this for Narcisa who had helped her find happiness with her husband, but at the same time, the quintessential Slytherin couldn't help but enjoy how the perfect pureblood wife that was Narcissa Malfoy acted so wantonly as she rode the much younger man. Not that the newlywed could blame her, as Daphne's husband was playing her like he played Quidditch, and he was bringing to bear to the little tricks he had learned ever since they started having sex, combined from what he had learned under Narcissa's tutelage. She began to massage her sensitive breasts to further her stimulation as she quickly approached her peak. "Harry… ahh… oh yes… I'm… so close… so close… so… AHHHHHH," she cried as her husband's tongue and mouth brought her to completion, discharging her honey over his face.

Harry eagerly lapped up the juices expelled by his wife, ensuring her sweet nectar did not go to waste. However, he did not get as much as he would have liked, given that he would always crave Daphne's delicious juices, when she removed herself from his face and sat on the bed beside the still engaged lovers. He shot her a questioning glance and she returned it with a shaky smile, still a bit hazy from her orgasm, before nodding towards Narcissa, wordlessly telling him to focus on the guest to their marital bed. Harry nodded his agreement and turned his attentions back to Narcissa, placing a hand on the back of her neck to pull her down to meet him lying down, their lips crashing together.

Narcissa moaned into her lover's mouth as they kissed, delighted by the favour of his tongue and the sweetness left behind by the younger witch. She felt Harry move his hands south, grasping her hips as he increased his own rhythm, pounding her pussy with reckless abandon. His now furious pace sent her into overdrive, her ecstasy overwhelming her senses as she was quickly fucked over the edge. "Oh my… oh Merlin… Harry… don't stop… please… I'm so… so close… oh YEEEESSSSSSSSSSS," Narcissa screamed as her first orgasm in months wracked her body.

Harry groaned as Narcissa's climaxing walls tightened their hold around his cock, squeezing him in the way that he had always loved. Knowing he was close, he pulled his older lover towards him, cramming as much of his cock inside her as he could before he came, his manhood spurting his white seed inside the older witch. Narcissa hummed in pleasure, both from the after effect of her own climax and the long missed sensation of being filled with a large amount of Harry's sperm.

Daphne watched with arousal at the sight of the former lovers reaching completion, lazily stroking her own honeypot at they had fucked. "Enjoy that did you," she teased as Narcissa dismounted from Harry's manhood.

"Very much thank you," Narcissa said with the usual pureblood poise that was only offset by her nudity and the semen dribbling from her pussy.

"I'm glad to hear," the younger witch announced as her husband sat upright, looking at Daphne and wondering she had planned next. "Because I have something particularly in mind for the next event."

"Oh," Narcissa queried with a raised eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

Daphne turned to Harry, who had been quiet since he finished inside Narcissa and allowed the two witches to run the show. "Harry, I know you said you don't care about me being a virgin, but I still can't help but feel guilty about giving my virginity away to some faceless and useless muggle when it should have gone to you," she told her husband.

Harry shook his head. "Daphne, you know it doesn't matter to me who got your virginity."

"I know," she responded. "And that just makes me feel worse. I wouldn't feel bad at all if you were some pureblood asshole who felt he was entitled to my virginity, but you're not and that makes me want to reward you even more. So that's why I've decided to give you the last piece of virginity I have."

Both Harry and Narcissa raised their eyebrows in shock as they realised what Daphne was referring to. "You don't mean…" said Narcissa trailing off.

Daphne nodded her head in confirmation. "I want you to take my anal virginity," she proclaimed, before her expression turned to teasing. "Or if you want even clearer instructions, I want you to fuck my ass."

Harry, who looked bewildered yet unmistakably turned on, remained silent as Narcissa looked at the younger blonde with an inquisitive gaze. "And tell me Mrs Potter, what should I be doing? I hope you don't expect me to allow that monster into any orifice it has not already penetrated."

Daphne, who secretly beamed with joy at being addressed as 'Mrs Potter' for the first time, simply pointed at Narcissa's semen dripping vagina. "You have my husband's seed, which is mine by rights," the younger witched declared. "I would have it back, thank you very much."

Narcissa gave the younger witch a sultry smirk and a roll of her eyes, realising what Daphne had in mind. She wordlessly laid down on the bed and allowed the younger blonde to climb on top of her, placing her face at the older witch's entrance while Daphne arranged her hip to hover over Narcissa's face. Once happy with how they were both arranged, the women wasted no further time and began licking each other's pussies.

Harry, meanwhile, had sat still as his wife and former lover arranged themselves and when it looked as though they had settled and began orally pleasing each other. He then moved from where he sat and moved to kneel behind his gorgeous wife, Narcissa's head now in between his knees. He spent a moment admiring the absolute perfection that was Daphne Potter's rear, caressing her cheeks before deftly sliding his finger into her puckered hole. He was surprised to see how easily the digit slid into her virgin orifice, even though it was almost painfully tight. "I cast a lubrication spell before you got here," came Daphne's voice from the older witch's crotch, explaining his ease of entrance.

Shaking his head in disbelief at his good fortune at having married such an attractive and adventurous woman, Harry removed his finger from Daphne's asshole, and placed the head of his once again revived member and slowly eased it through the witch's sphincter making her gasp. Certainly the lubrication spell did its trick and made it easier for Harry to slide his cock into her ass but he was still rather large and her opening was very small. "So… big…" murmured the bride. "Oh Merlin… so big…"

"Well, what did you expect," chided Narcissa. "You usually don't put things up there, and you went straight for something larger than the average penis."

"It feels… so big… oh Merlin," Daphne moaned, ignoring the older witch. "Merlin, I never thought… he'd feel… ah… this big."

Narcissa shook her head at the younger witch. "Mrs Potter this was your idea, and I must say, as your guest, I am currently feeling very neglected," she shot, pausing for a moment as she watched Harry slide more of his cock into his wife's asshole. "Kindly see to it."

Daphne, while still somewhat flustered with her husband's cock in her ass, nevertheless caught Narcissa's hint and went back to eating out the older witch, relishing the combined flavour of Narcissa's own honey and her husband's seed. And Narcissa's own tongue felt sensational against her own privates, masterfully touching everywhere she wanted and needed to be touch. Had she been able to think coherently, she would have remembered that Narcissa had educated Harry on the finer points of cunninglingus, however with a cock in her ass and a tongue in her pussy, she would be hard press to recall her own name, such was the pleasure she felt.

Harry began moving a bit faster inside his wife's asshole, desperate to move faster and increase the friction to further his pleasure, but unwilling to hurt Daphne. He needn't have worried as it didn't take long before Daphne, still focusing most of her attention on the older witch beneath, began moving her hips in response to this thrusts. Taking this as a signal, Harry began to increase his tempo, and soon he was ravaging her asshole, much to Daphne's pleasure and Narcissa's fascination, as the older woman had a first row seat to Harry's stiffness powerfully penetrating Daphne's tiny orifice.

"Look at you Daphne," Narcissa moaned snidely from underneath the younger witch. "Taking it up the ass like a Knockturn Alley whore."

"Says the woman eating the whore out while she devours another man's cum from your own cunt," Harry shot back, defending his wife while he hammered her asshole, causing her to moan into Narcissa's crotch.

Daphne mainly ignored the byplay between her husband and his former lover, concentrating on lapping every bit of her husband's cum still remaining in Narcissa's quim. Judging by the older witch's hums of pleasure against her own pussy, Daphne could only assume that Narcissa was enjoying her dedication. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to remain focused on her current task, as the ecstasy caused by Harry and Narcissa was steadily overwhelming her. The older witch underneath her seemed to sense this, as her husband kept furiously pounding her ass, Narcissa began using her fingers to penetrate deeply into Daphne's womanhood while using her tongue to stimulate her clit. It quickly proved too much for the younger blonde. "Oh… my… MERLIN…" Daphne screamed as she experienced the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her brief yet fulfilling sex life, her juices coating Narcissa's face. "OH… Harry… Narcissa… oh fuck… so good…"

Harry almost sighed with relief as Daphne finally came, as he was having a difficult time holding off on his own peak. Her tight asshole had felt amazing around his cock, and he had had a hard time not coming then and there. When she finally did orgasm, he felt that he no longer needed hold back and he let lose his own climax. "Bloody hell Daphne…" he grunted in warning. "I'm… ah… going to cum."

"In me," Daphne moaned, clumsily fingering the older witch as she fought through the orgasmic haze. "In my ass… I want to feel it… in my ass."

His wife's words managed to set him off and his white seed spurted from Harry's cock, filling Daphne's bowels with his cum. Narcissa could only watch in mild fascination as a few streaks of cum escaped the younger witch's ass and dropped onto her face. She found it all to be unbelievably erotic and coupled with Daphne's uncoordinated assault on her nether regions, Narcissa knew she was close to her own orgasm. However, she was unprepared when a seemingly inspired Daphne slid two of her fingers into Narcissa's own asshole and she was surprised when it triggered a very intense orgasm. "OH MY…" she cried, her vaginal and anal walls tightening around Daphne's fingers. "AH… OH YES… Finger me… my ass… too…"

Harry removed his cock from his wife's ass and pulled away from where the two women remained engaged, watching as his older lover vibrated in pleasure as she came. He continued to watch as both Daphne and Narcissa slow down, before his new wife stop and simply rolled off of Narcissa and onto her back, her bountiful breasts heaving erotically with laboured breaths. Narcissa's own breasts, not as big as Daphne's yet just as firm and no less enticing to watch as the older witch sought to catch her breath. "Well that was fun," Harry stated. "Certainly made my wedding night memorable."

The two women laugh. "I should think so," chuckled Narcissa tiredly. "I'm so glad I could help in that endeavour."

"It was my idea," Daphne shot weakly, before shooting a stern look at her new husband. "But don't think for a second that this is going to be a regular occurrence."

At that moment, Harry felt that discretion was the better part of valour and chose not to mention about Daphne's earlier comment about possible threesomes in the future. Gesturing down to his crotch, which was still very erect, he said "Well that stamina potion is still working, so if this isn't going to be a regular thing, better make the most of it."

The two pureblood witches, their skin flush with arousal and their naked bodies covered with sweat simply shot a knowing look at each other, before they turned their faces to the sole male in the room, their tired expressions shifting to predatory in a mere instant. Harry merely smirked as the naked beauties prowled over to him. Sure this may not be a regular thing, but even so, he was definitely going to enjoy being married to Daphne.

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