The Most Beautiful Witch Chapter 27

AN: As always, this is a commissioned work for an anonymous user.

All characters are over the age of eighteen at the time of this story.

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The reality that this could be the final time he rode on the Hogwarts Express weighed upon Harry heavily. He remembered the awe he’d felt the first time he’d seen the train at King’s Cross Station and how happy he’d felt riding through the English countryside on the way up to Scotland, snacking away on the entire range of the trolley snacks with Ron. So much had changed since then.

Well, perhaps not everything.

“Blimey, Harry,” Ron grinned as he greedily examined the spread of treats laid out across the seats around the compartment. “I was just kidding around. You didn’t actually have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” Harry said, cringing at how grim his voice sounded. “I figured… well…”

Astoria squeezed his knee comfortingly. “We know. Regardless of what happens, this is still a nice treat.”

“Yeah,” Hermione said, trying to put some more cheer into the compartment with her enthusiasm. She swiftly snatched up a small bag of Pepper Imps and popped one of the small sweets into her mouth. Instantly, smoke started billowing out of her ears and nose.

Harry pulled Astoria close against his side just in time to make her dodge the cone of flames that spewed from Hermione’s mouth.

“Sorry,” Hermione quickly apologised, tilting her head upwards so that the rest of the flames could dissipate harmlessly against the ceiling.

“Apparently leaving Hogwarts won’t stop us from getting attacked,” Daphne joked lightly.

Astoria giggled at it, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to. Knowing his luck, they would actually get attacked on this train.

“Relax,” Astoria whispered into his ear. “We’re safe here.”

Daphne and Hermione had indeed come up with an impressive series of charms and enchantments that they’d laid upon the compartment to prevent any unwanted attention. It had reassured Harry a touch, but he remained ever vigilant for Draco and his ilk.

Various sweets were distributed around to everyone. Harry ended up with a bag of Ice Mice and Jelly Slugs on his lap. Daphne was gently nibbling away on a Sugar Quill while Astoria shared some treacle fudge and Chocolate Cauldrons with Harry. Ron, naturally, took to sampling everything within his reach with the excitement of a child at a feast on Halloween.

“So, what did you get me for Christmas?” Ron asked Harry. His mouth was so full of food that it was hard to make out exactly what he was saying, but Harry and Hermione had spent enough years with him doing this to understand him perfectly.

“Ronald!” Hermione admonished him. “You can’t just ask someone that.”

Ron blinked at her. “Why not?”

“Because it’s rude,” Hermione said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Besides, it’s meant to be a surprise.”

“I could be bribed into telling you,” Astoria told Ron with a mischievous smile.

Ron looked down at the assortment of sweets in front of him and grabbed a handful before earnestly holding it out to Astoria.

“It’s a Cannons’ kit,” Astoria grinned as she accepted the sweets.

Hermione let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance as Ron beamed at Harry. “I knew you were my best mate,” Ron exclaimed happily.

Harry managed a half-hearted smile in return before he leaned back in his seat and let the sight of the countryside passing by out the window take his mind off of things. He didn’t speak much during the train ride, not that he had to. Everyone seemed to understand the somber mood he was in.

Daphne and Astoria seemed to get on well with Ron and Hermione from what he saw and heard. Both Greengrass sisters loved talking about magic and literature with Hermione while Astoria especially bonded with Ron over their simple love of sweets.

It was a picturesque day, one that Harry would have begged for in years prior, but he still couldn’t get past the thought that he may never visit Hogwarts again.

By the time the Hogwarts Express pulled into King’s Cross Station, almost all of the sweets had disappeared. Ron and Astoria swiftly divided up what remained and stowed their loot into their trunks. Naturally, Harry took Astoria and Daphne’s trunks off of their hands. He shrunk them all down and stuffed them into his pockets before being the first one to step out of the compartment to scan the carriage for any dangers. Thankfully, there were only a couple groups of younger students in the carriage with them.

There was no sign of Draco or any of his cronies when they stepped off of the train. The billowing smoke steadily dissipated as students rushed by to reunite with their families who’d come to pick them up from the station. In the distance, Harry spotted Cyrus and Anastasia standing next to one of the pillars.

“You’d better keep in touch,” Hermione told Harry as she enveloped him in a massive hug.

“I will,” Harry promised.

Ron patted Harry’s back as he walked past. “Mum wanted me to let you know that you’re always welcome round ours too. All three of you.”

“Thanks,” Harry half-smiled at him. “Tell your mum and dad that we said hello.”

“Of course, mate,” Ron grinned. “See you!”

Harry found the mass swarm of redheads as easily in the crowd as Ron did. He watched over him, making sure that he was safe every step of the way until he was back with his family. He kept an eye on Hermione too as she hugged Astoria and Daphne goodbye before making her way to the exit out onto the muggle side of the station. Once she was through it, Harry let out a sigh of relief.

“Mum and dad are waiting for us,” Astoria said as she interlaced her fingers with Harry’s. Daphne suddenly appeared on his other side and took his free hand into hers too.

“Let’s not keep them waiting then.”

The three of them squeezed through the throngs of reuniting families until they reached the safety of the pillars where fewer people chose to congregate around. The Greengrass parents looked much better than the last time he’d seen them. They both had happy smiles on their faces to see the three of them there.

It was a chaotic sort of embrace where Daphne and Astoria both split off to hug each of their parents while Harry shook Cyrus’ hand and was surprisingly pulled into a joint hug with Astoria and Anastasia.

“It’s wonderful to see you three again,” Anastasia said sincerely. “There’s someone else waiting for you back at the manor too.”

Sirius!

A bit of guilt flooded into Harry’s system. He’d been so caught up trying to keep Astoria and Daphne safe this year that he hadn’t written much to Sirius. He hoped that he was doing alright.

“We should go see him then,” Daphne said to everyone. “There’s a lot that we need to talk about together as a family.”

“Right,” Harry grimaced.

As a group, they stepped to a clear spot away from anyone else. Cyrus took Harry’s arm while Anastasia grabbed Daphne and Astoria’s. They apparated them away back home.

Harry’s feet had barely touched the floor of the entry hall of Greengrass Manor when he suddenly had strong arms wrapping around him. Sirius’ mop of black hair obscured Harry’s vision for a moment before he stepped back.

“Look at you,” Sirius smiled, shaking his head. “Looking more and more like James every day. How was the trip back here?”

“Good, yeah,” Harry answered.

Sirius cocked his head to the side with a confused look. “What’s wrong?”

Was he that obvious?

“I know that we just got back home, but there’s something important that we need to talk to you three about,” Daphne said, taking the lead.

“Why don’t we go to the parlour then,” Anastasia suggested. “Hobsy can bring us some food and drinks.”

The flower-filled parlour overlooked the western hills beyond the manor. The sun was just beginning to set, providing a rosy-orange backdrop to the room via the expansive windows that sat shut to preserve the comfortable temperature inside of the manor.

Harry took the sofa with Daphne and Astoria sitting on either side of him. Sirius, Cyrus, and Anastasia each took their own individual seats with varying degrees of worry spread across their faces.

Clearing his throat, Harry tried to think about how to approach this topic. Ultimately, there was no real easy way to go about it.

“I’m sure that you already know from our letters back home that the Slytherins in mine and Daphne’s year have been giving us quite a bit of trouble,” Harry began. “They attacked Astoria and Daphne earlier in the year, and I just barely managed to arrive in time before things got worse. If I hadn’t…”

“Hogwarts isn’t safe for us—any of us,” Daphne stated bluntly when it became clear that Harry was fighting to find the right words to say. “Draco Malfoy and his friends keep coming after us, and Dumbledore hasn’t been able to put a stop to it.”

“Those Malfoys have always been a problem,” Anastasia sighed tiredly. “Lucius once tried to court me before Narcissa became a viable option. I turned him down, but he wasn’t keen on taking no for an answer.”

“My cousin grew up with certain expectations placed upon her by her parents,” Sirius explained. “She was expected to fit into their ideal mold of a pure-blood daughter. Her life was so stifling that it’s no wonder she let Draco get away with as much as he has growing up. His self-centred egotism that he inherited from his father would’ve been allowed to flourish.”

“Regardless of why Draco is the way he is, the problem remains that not enough is being done to put a stop to his actions,” Daphne said. “The stress it’s placed on all of us, Harry especially, isn’t fair. We’ve been talking about leaving Hogwarts for good and finding another institution, or a private tutor, to help us finish our schooling.”

Harry was surprised at the level of shock that ran across Cyrus, Anastasia, and Sirius’ faces. Hogwarts was such an important institution to magical Britain and held a special place in the hearts of everyone who attended it, but surely Harry, Daphne, and Astoria weren’t the only ones to ever consider leaving after such dangerous events.

“It’s not that we want to do this,” Astoria hurriedly explained. “If things were different, we’d be more than happy to stay there until we each graduate. Besides us being attacked, one of the biggest problems is that Lucius is putting pressure on the Minister to crack down on Dumbledore and increase the Ministry’s presence at Hogwarts. Everyone knows the influence that Lucius has over the Minister; if the Ministry takes over Hogwarts, then Lucius will become the one in charge. And that means that Voldemort will have complete control over what goes on there.”

“Has Dumbledore not done anything to stop any of this?” Sirius asked, almost in disbelief.

“He’s tried,” Harry shrugged.

“Not hard enough, clearly,” Anastasia snorted snidely.

“Definitely not,” Daphne agreed wholeheartedly. “Which leaves us with our current set of options. Either we remain at Hogwarts in constant fear of another unprovoked attack and Lucius potentially gaining power or we go somewhere else to finish our education.”

The room fell into silence as everyone weighed these options. Harry was forever grateful to have Daphne and Astoria by his side through this. Hogwarts had become his real home when he finally left the Dursleys, and it broke his heart to think that he’d have to leave it early.

“I’ll talk to Dumbledore about all of this,” Sirius suddenly said, sitting up in his seat and locking his eyes onto Harry’s. “What’s going on at Hogwarts isn’t right, and he needs to know that he needs to find a solution immediately.”

“He already knows that,” Harry said grimly. “He’s asked for a chance to come over and speak to us before we make a final decision. I’d expect an owl from him in the coming days confirming a date and time.”

“He’ll suffer from a howler or two in the meantime,” Sirius muttered to himself.

“Ultimately, what we do is our decision,” Astoria told everyone gently. “And it’s something that we’ll need to spend time thinking about, but we’d love to hear from any of you after you’ve been able to give this some thought.”

“I can reach out to some of my contacts in Europe to see if they can give me more information on the schools there,” Cyrus suggested helpfully.

“And I’ll reach out to the schools in America, Africa, and Asia to see what they can offer you three,” Anastasia added. “I can also floo a few tutors I know who work here in Britain and in Europe to see if any of them are free as well.”

“We really appreciate this,” Harry said sincerely.

“Don’t mention it,” Anastasia replied. “Your safety comes first, and if Dumbledore isn’t able to guarantee that, then I see no reason to risk returning to Hogwarts.”

It was refreshing to have someone else support him, Daphne, and Astoria so emphatically, but it made him wish that Dumbledore could be the one doing this. Harry understood that Dumbledore had no choice but to hire Lucius, lest the Ministry send someone else in his place, but he was letting Harry shoulder all of the risk while he did what little he could to mediate the situation without providing a desirable outcome.

The matter wasn’t decided yet—leaving Hogwarts wasn’t something that he’d chosen to do lightly—but at least their options would be open for the future.

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The quiet December days were a welcomed change of pace from Hogwarts. It took Harry a couple of days before he stopped glancing over his shoulder whenever he heard even the slightest bit of noise, but once he settled in comfortably, he felt the invisible weight on his shoulders steadily lessening. It felt nice being able to roam the calm grounds and gardens that surrounded Greengrass Manor.

Climate charms have been layered all across the grounds, carefully maintained by the wards that kept Greengrass Manor safe and away from muggles’ prying eyes. Though the cold winter winds affected some parts of the grounds, many of the gardens were kept at a pleasant temperature, like it was still the middle of spring.

Harry found himself walking in such places more frequently than the chilly ones. It was nice to be able to go out without donning a heavy, wool-lined cloak to keep himself warm or having to constantly apply warming charms that were bound to expire after an hour or so. He could simply go out and breathe in the beautiful air without a care in the world.

His Firebolt kept him company too. He hadn’t missed Quidditch this past year as much as he thought he would’ve. In truth, the game was a fun pastime, but his true passion was simply for soaring through the air on a broomstick. And there were few places better than Greengrass Manor to provide a striking landscape for him to fly above.

One morning, just under a week since he left Hogwarts, Harry found himself flying again. He was moving slowly, taking in the vast array of colours underneath him. He knew the boundaries of the property quite well now and always stayed within them. He roamed to the very furthest ends of the grounds when he spotted an interesting sight. With a simple twist of his body, Harry began a wide corkscrew down towards the pond below.

“Are you coming to peep on me?” Astoria called out teasingly from the water once Harry got close enough to hear her.

“Maybe,” Harry grinned. “Don’t tell me your starkers in there.”

“If only,” Astoria sighed as she groped her bikini top-covered chest and lifted it up for Harry to see. The thin blue strings over her shoulders had blended in quite well against the water.

Harry landed along the shoreline and carefully set his broomstick aside. The shore was covered with large pebbles and smaller stones, but Astoria had set up a large beach towel over a section that she’d clearly used a Cushioning Charm. It felt like a soft bed beneath Harry’s feet as he stepped onto it.

Astoria’s dark-brown hair almost looked black when it was wet like this. She walked out of the pond dripping with water. Her figure was as flawless as ever, and her blue bikini left little to the imagination. Harry quickly cast a Drying Charm on her to clear away the dripping water just before she greeted him with a kiss.

“Your dad got a report from one of his friends about what life is like at Koldovstoretz in Russia,” Harry told her, the name of the school coming out awkwardly and slowly. “Apparently, they have a wonderful Transfiguration Professor.”

“Is this really what you want to be talking about right now?” Astoria giggled, her hand trailing down his chest. “Your beautiful girlfriend comes out of the pond dripping wet, in more ways than one, and you’re all business?”

Harry glanced back over his shoulder. The pond was surrounded quite well by thick hedgerows that bordered walkways and gardens. Rolling hills in the distance provided cover from the manor or anyone approaching. They had as much privacy here as one could reasonably expect.

“No one but me comes this far out,” Astoria said with an amused tone. “But if you’d like, I can set up some wards to warn us if anyone comes close.”

“That’d do a lot to ease my mind,” Harry chuckled. “I’d hate to see your mum or dad walk in on us.”

“They won’t,” Astoria assured him as she dropped down onto her knees and grabbed her wand off of the beach towel. With a simple wave, Harry felt a rush of magical energy cascade over him. “There. The wards are all set. Now, let’s make the most of our time together, shall we?”

Harry couldn’t argue when Astoria pulled down his zipper with her teeth. He stared down at that wonderfully bouncy arse of hers with that thin strip of fabric running up in between her cheeks and instantly decided that he wanted to be fuck her from behind with everything he had, but Astoria wanted her treat first.

The warmth of her hand wrapping around his shaft couldn’t come close to the sensation of her tongue lathering the head of his cock with saliva. Astoria swirled her tongue around him like she was licking an ice lolly before opening her mouth wider and taking him inside. She pushed forward as far as she could before he hit the back of her throat, and even then she kept going until his cock was sliding into her throat.

Astoria let Harry’s cock linger in her throat as she gargled around it. The feeling of her throat suddenly spasming around his cock made his toes curl in the most delightful way, but what was even hotter was the fat bubbles of saliva that started pouring out the corners of her mouth. They dripped down onto her chin and breasts, making this blowjob seem so sloppy and passionate. Astoria’s beautiful big brown eyes stared up at him, desperately seeking his approval.

“You’re too fucking good at this,” Harry groaned as he stroked her head.

Smiling, Astoria wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and started stroking him as she bobbed her head back and forth. She kept a tight seal around his cock with her lips and let her tongue slither all around it, getting it nice and wet.

Back when they’d first started dating, Astoria had loved it when he got all rough and fucked her mouth like it was her pussy. However, he rarely needed to do that anymore. Astoria had gotten so used to taking his large cock down her throat that she could do it for him. She was easily able to slam her head forward until her nose was buried in his neatly-trimmed pubes and his balls were pressed right up against her chin, letting his cock go as far down her throat as possible before pulling her head back and doing it all again. Her breath control was magnificent, and she knew exactly how to get him all worked up and ready for more.

Harry’s cock pulsed excitedly in Astoria’s mouth as she pulled all the way back and suckled on just the head. Her pouty lips looked too fucking good wrapped around his cock, but there was another set of lips that Harry desperately wanted to see there instead.

“I think it’s time I give you some attention,” Harry told Astoria.

“Finally,” she grinned as she released Harry’s cock from her mouth. “You have no idea how hot my pussy feels right now. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

Suddenly, Astoria turned around and wiggled her enticing arse back and forth as she crawled away from him, prompting Harry to instantly drop to his knees behind her, grab her hips, and yank her back towards him.

“Such a brute,” Astoria laughed giddily as she pressed herself back against his cock.

“You know I am,” Harry grunted as he pulled aside her bikini bottoms, revealing her perfect pussy and arse to him. No matter how many times he saw her in all of her glory, he never tired of her.

But just as Harry angled his cock properly and pressed the tip against her soaking-wet lips, Astoria’s head shot upwards in surprise. The momentary panic that crossed her face faded a moment later when she let out a sly grin.

“Looks like we’re going to have an audience.”

Harry cursed under his breath and tried to quickly stuff his cock back inside of his trousers, but Astoria grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Don’t worry,” she said reassuringly. “It’s someone who likes to watch. Keep going.”

True to her word, it was barely a second later that Daphne appeared, coming down the stone path that led towards the pond. When she saw the two of them on their knees by the water’s edge, she let out an amused snort.

“Looks like you beat me to him,” Daphne called out to Astoria.

“He was the one who found me,” Astoria giggled. “Sorry, but it’s my turn with him right now.”

“I get him after lunch then,” Daphne said.

“Do I get any say in the matter?” Harry asked jokingly.

“Are you really going to turn down fucking us?” Daphne raised an eyebrow.

Harry grinned back at her. “Absolutely not.”

And with that, he lined his cock back up with Astoria’s pussy and pushed forward. Sinking into her hot depths was an experience unlike any other. Her walls clung to his cock perfectly and coaxed him to go deeper and deeper until he couldn’t go any further. Astoria moaned loudly at finally being filled up with his cock, and her walls pulsed around him in celebration of their coupling. He grabbed onto her hips, holding her perfectly in place so that the two of them could revel in this feeling for as long as he decided.

Daphne plopped down onto the beach towel next to them and conjured a pile of pillows to recline against. She slipped one hand under the waistband of her skirt while the other found its way into her shirt. She started groping one of her breasts as her other hand got to work playing with her pussy, which was frustratingly just out of sight from Harry’s perspective. But just hearing Daphne’s moans join Astoria’s was enough to turn Harry on even more than he already was.

Astoria was so wet that Harry had no trouble when he started to move back and forth inside of her. Her saliva and the juices from her pussy combined into a slick fluid that helped him to start working up towards a steady tempo. It was always important to work up to steady speed first so that Astoria’s pussy could readjust to how thick his cock was; the last thing he wanted to do was to accidentally hurt her. Harry listened for the noises leaving her mouth and the way her body reacted to his slow but steady thrusts, and once he felt her truly relax into his motions, he increased the speed of his thrusts.

“Faster,” Astoria begged him even once he had gotten to a fairly rapid pace.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, knowing that the faster the pace, the faster he’d cum.

“Merlin, yes,” Astoria moaned. “Please, just fuck me! Ravage me! Ruin me!”

Astoria let out a scream of pleasure as Harry slammed into her hard. She never failed to turn him on with her slutty, needy words. He would give her exactly what she was asking for. Her arse rippled with each thrust into her, driving Harry wild with the gorgeous sight.

“Oh, fuck,” Daphne whimpered. Her body was beginning to twitch and jump as she rubbed her needy clit. With her other hand, she ripped her top off of her body and yanked her bra down so that her impressive breasts could finally be free of their confines. She pinched her nipples painfully as her hips thrusted upwards.

“Fuck yes!” Astoria cried out as Harry rammed into her even harder than before. “Really give it to me! Fuck me senseless!”

Astoria fell face first onto the beach towel, unable to have her arms support her anymore, but she stayed on her knees and kept her arse in the air so that Harry could keep fucking her with everything he had. He tightened his grip on her hips and pounded away into her pussy roughly, making her scream his name again and again. He was turning her into a quivering mess, and her walls were really beginning to quiver around his powerful cock.

“Harry!” Astoria screamed as her body bucked backwards against him. She sucked in a deep breath as her orgasm overrode her mind, making her walls spasm and clamp down on his cock so wonderfully.

The moment her body finally began to relax, Astoria let herself fall forward, sliding off of Harry’s cock and landing flat on the beach towel. She was gasping for breath, still completely overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure coursing through her body.

But even though Astoria was quite satisfied, Harry wasn’t. His cock was throbbing with need, but he didn’t want to push Astoria too hard too quickly.

Thankfully, he had another partner here to finish himself with.

Daphne’s blue eyes flickered down to his slick cock and then back up to his green eyes, seemingly knowing what was about to come. She squealed loudly as Harry suddenly pounced on her. Their lips met roughly, and Harry flipped her skirt up to reveal that she’d been walking around without any panties on.

“How naughty,” he teased her as he lined his cock up with her pussy.

“That’s right,” Daphne moaned as he sank into her pussy. “I’m your naughty fucking slut. Now, fuck me!”

Harry ravaged Daphne’s pussy just as roughly as he’d been fucking Astoria before. With no buildup other than what she had with her own fingers, Daphne was utterly overwhelmed by the thick cock that was spearing into her again and again. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as Harry kept pounding into her pussy, desperate to hang on for as long as she could.

The hot, tight walls of Daphne’s pussy were immediately trying to milk Harry’s cock. She was just as tight as Astoria was, but the texture of her walls felt entirely different. They massaged Harry’s length as he fucked her, driving both of them utterly mad.

Harry kissed the crook of Daphne’s neck, right at her sensitive point that made squirm whenever they were snogging. That combined with his cock still pounding away inside of her pussy made Daphne scream out in pleasure.

“More!” Daphne screamed. “Fuck my tight little pussy! I—fuck!”

Harry knew he was doing well when Daphne’s words failed her. She couldn’t string together a coherent sentence whenever she was really turned on like this.

Astoria rolled over onto her side now and curled up into a ball so that it was easier to reach between her thighs to rub her swollen pussy. She watched as Harry’s cock plunged into Daphne’s pussy again and again, making long, deep thrusts.

“I get to share him with you after lunch,” Astoria called out, but Harry and Daphne barely registered her words. They were too focused on fucking each other to notice anything else.

“Faster! Faster!” Daphne cried.

Harry didn’t know how much faster he could go, but he tried his best. The sound of his body smacking against hers as he filled her pussy up rang out noisily, carrying across the pond. His balls kept smacking off of her arse, sending intense bursts of pleasure throughout his body.

This was what he’d so desperately needed to finally relax: wild, uncontrolled sex out in nature.

With a roar, Harry slammed into Daphne one final time and unleashed a thick torrent of cum straight into her womb. Daphne let out a moan so loud that Harry feared it’d reach the manor. Her body thrashed beneath his as she came too, and her pulsing pussy helped to milk every last drop of cum from his shaft.

Exhausted, Harry collapsed onto Daphne, and the two of them clung to each other as they fought to regain their breaths. Astoria’s quiet, whimpering moans continued as she kept pleasuring herself until she too let out a curse and came again.

It was nearly ten minutes later before Harry finally got up. His flaccid cock slid out of Daphne’s pussy easily, as did a nice trail of cum that ran down the curve of her arse.

“We should get cleaned up before we head in for lunch,” Harry suggested. He pulled out his wand and vanished every stitch of clothing from everyone’s bodies.

Helping Astoria and Daphne back up to their feet, Harry guided them into the warm water of the pond with a bright smile.