The Grass Is Always Greener Chapter 31.

Content Warnings: Bride!Daphne, Toys, Teasing.

Amelia tutted as she gently wiped the messy layer of mascara and reapplied it. She tossed the wet wipe carelessly onto the vanity before tilting her daughter’s head. 

“You need to stop squirming or I’ll never be done,” Amelia said, studying the girl’s reflection in the mirror.

“Good! Let’s cancel this farce. Send everyone home.”

“Daphne.”

“Mother.”

The two women locked eyes and commenced a battle of wills, as they had done so many times in the past. Daphne refused to relent. She did not want a wedding on someone else’s terms. She had no desire to be paraded around like a stuffed turkey. She was Lady Potter and did not need a superfluous ceremony to make it official.

“Here’s the veil! It somehow got mixed up with the boxes of flowers delivered last night.”

“Thank you, dear.” Amelia looked up at her younger daughter and smiled. “Why don’t you come in and shut the door? I need you to hold your sister’s hands behind her back.”

“I’ll bite you if you bring that hideous lipstick anywhere near me.”

“I suggest you hold off on that sort of behaviour until you reach the marital bed, my dear.”

Astoria giggled. She carefully placed the box containing the veil on the floor and knelt beside Daphne.

“Have you ever wondered what Harry looks like in a fitted tuxedo?”

“No.”

Astoria raised an eyebrow. 

“… maybe?”

“There’s an easy way to find out. This day is about you and him. I promise it will be beautiful if you give it a chance.”

“Yeah. Me, him, and the hundred guests father has invited. Tell me, has grandma started her bitching yet?”

“Daphne!”

“Oh, please. I’ve heard you fantasize about killing your mother-in-law a million times. We need to keep her away from Harry. She’ll either hit on him or call him a mutt and I’ll murder her myself if she does either.”

“Oh, dear.” Amelia bent and hugged her daughter. She gestured for Astoria to join. “It’s normal to have pre-wedding jitters. I was terrified. Nothing will change, I promise,” she whispered as she hugged her daughters.

“I’m not scared. I want to marry Harry, Mama. I’ve never been more sure of something in my life,” Daphne sniffled. She could feel the waterworks coming and tightly squeezed her eyes shut. Despite her grumbling, she appreciated the effort her mother had put in to make her look good and didn’t want to ruin it. “I just thought it would be something special. This is a political spectacle. When Lily and Bella ask us about our marriage, what do we tell them? We got married because their dad was on trial? That their mom went around and sweet-talked a bunch of bigots while carrying them? That people will always call them an accident?”

“Is that so bad?”

“Which part?” Daphne asked bitterly. She tightened her hold around her mother and snuggled against her for comfort.

“That they are an accident? Their father was an accident and now he’s the most important person in all of Britain. Life is what you make of it, love. You know this. If you decide this ceremony is special, it will be.”

“What about the audience?”

“Screw them.”

“Astoria!”

“What!” Astoria pulled away and kissed her sister’s cheek. “I’m right, mother. This marriage symbolises the official alliance between two factions of the Wizengamot. They need to see that this union is strong, right? What better way to do that than to let Daphne and Harry be themselves? They’re disgustingly in love with each other. Forget the vows the speechwriter wrote for you. Forget the choreographed dance. Forget it all. Screw the audience. Go out there and marry the love of your life.”

“Dad will be furious. Grandma will have an aneurysm.”

“Neither of them is marrying Harry. You are. Do what feels right to you. Mama, would you have done things differently at your wedding if you had the chance?”

“Yes,” Amelia sighed. “The dress was hideous. I wanted to wear something sleeveless but I was told only harlots bare their shoulders. I wasn’t allowed to slow dance with your father and spent most of the reception avoiding Uncle Rolf.”

“Let me guess, slow dancing is for harlots?” Daphne grinned.

“Something like that.”

“Well, I plan to be the biggest harlot in existence. Grandma can pry Harry away from me from my cold, dead hands.”

“Don’t tempt her, sis,” Astoria giggled. “She’s already grumbling about bastards and shotgun weddings.”

“Oh, she can fuck off.”

Both girls paused what they were doing and stared at their mother with wide eyes.

“My grandchildren are not bastards,” Amelia said primly. “They are the most special angels in all the world and their Grandmama loves them so very much.” She fondly patted Daphne’s belly. “Now, young lady, would you like me to finish applying your makeup or do you want to go to the altar looking like one of Picasso’s paintings?”

Daphne wordlessly sat down on the ottoman and straightened her back, looking straight into the mirror for her mother. The makeup was beautiful yet understated. Her mother highlighted her best features, using mascara and lipstick to enhance her striking eyes and plump lips. 

“Aren’t rosy cheeks traditional?”

“They are. But your sister has beautiful cheekbones and it’d be a shame to hide them,” Amelia answered as she carefully contoured Daphne’s cheeks. “We can have rosy cheeks at your wedding, dear.”

“Ouch. Way to let me know I’m not as beautiful as my sister,” Astoria shot back in a lighthearted tone.

“Colin certainly thinks you’re beautiful.”

“Colin?” Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Hold out your hands so I can paint your nails, dear. Why haven’t I heard of this young man before?”

“It’s not serious. It’s just a boy I’m casually dating,” Astoria said. She busied herself with the bag that held the wedding dress to avoid looking at her mother. 

“She spends more time with him than I do with Harry,” Daphne smirked. “He’s here at the wedding, you know? You can meet him. He’s the excited wedding photographer with the messy blonde hair.”

“Why would you tell her that!” Astoria hissed. “I’m going to dump ketchup on your dress. You’ll have to get married in your underwear.” 

“Astoria, you will do nothing to that dress! It's a family heirloom!”

“I was joking, mother.” Astoria pushed her hands into the pockets of her jeans and sulked. “That wasn’t your secret to tell, Daph. I didn’t tell Mom and Dad about Harry until you were ready to tell them yourself.”

“I wasn’t hiding him for the wrong reasons.”

“Is there something wrong with Colin, dear? Is he not suitable for your sister?” 

“Tori thinks you and Father will disapprove of him because he's muggleborn.”

“I’m quite disappointed in you, Astoria.”

“See! I told you. Marrying for love is one thing, Daph. Harry is still a suitable husband. Colin’s father is a dairy farmer. He works hard. Colin works hard! He’s kind and gentle and caring. They’re down-to-earth good people but none of it matters because they haven’t got the right lineage.”

“Are you quite done, dear?” Amelia raised an eyebrow. “I’m disappointed because I can’t believe you imagined for a second we would look down on that young man for being muggleborn. You will invite him to the family dinner tonight. I will fix him a room, it’ll be far too late to take muggle transport after dinner.”

“Yes ma’am,” Astoria mumbled with a red face. “Do you need help with the dress?”

“Yes. Come on, dear. We’re running late.” Amelia took Daphne’s hand and helped her stand. The two women helped Daphne step into the white dress before they gently began to pull it up her body. “Is Colin in Harry’s year?”

“No. Mine,” Astoria replied as she helped zip up the wedding dress. “He’s in Gryffindor. He wants to work for the Daily Prophet once he finishes studying.”

“A man with passion and a clear ambition. Good. So many young men lack those these days. Raise your arms, dear,” Amelia commanded. She grabbed the bottle of perfume from the vanity and dabbed it on Daphne’s skin. “When I first met Harry I was worried he was one of them. I’ve never been more happy to be proven wrong.”

“He doesn’t like his fame or power,” Astoria said. She gathered up Daphne’s hair and helped her mother arrange the golden strands into elaborate curls.

“No, he doesn’t. But there’s something else he cares about. Family.” Amelia cupped Daphne’s cheeks with a teary smile. “He’ll be good to you. I’m sure.”

“And I’ll be good to him, Mama,” Daphne whispered.

“Look at me. Making a scene.” Amelia quickly wiped the tears in her eyes. “Hand me the veil, Astoria.”

The veil affixed, Amelia stepped away to let Daphne study her reflection in the mirror. Daphne stepped closer to the mirror and pushed aside the gauzy mesh. The dress was delightfully fashionable for a family heirloom. Other than altering it to accommodate her bump, her mother had left it untouched. The strapless bodice hugged her chest and flared out into a voluminous skirt that terminated at her ankles. Daphne glanced at her feet. She had insisted on heels but was secretly glad her mother had overrode her wish. The flats were much more comfortable and hardly visible under the dress. 

“Ready?” Amelia asked softly.

Daphne swallowed a knot in her throat and nodded. 

“We’ll go take our places. Your Papa is waiting downstairs. Come out whenever you feel ready but don’t take too long.” Amelia walked over to kiss her daughter’s head before leaving with Astoria.

Daphne took a second to stare at herself in the mirror. Daphne Potter. To think it had all started with a stupid twelve-step plan to secure the future of Greengrass potions. 

“I’ll tell that story to you and your Papa one day,” she whispered as she caressed her bump. “I’m glad you’re with me today. What do you think? Should I marry the big goof?” Daphne waited for a few minutes until she felt a gentle kick in response. “Alright. Let’s go get married,” she giggled and adjusted her veil to ensure it covered her face. 

Daphne picked the bouquet of flowers laid out for her and made her way through the maze of hallways down to the atrium of her childhood home. Her father was waiting for her. Tall, regal, refined, he looked imposing in his black tuxedo. But the smile on his face and the twinkle in his familiar gray eyes told an entirely different story.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted-”

“Mother and Astoria helped me see the upside to this,” Daphne cut him off. “I’m marrying the love of my life. It's a gorgeous day. I’m sure the ceremony you’ve planned is beautiful, Papa. Everything is perfect,” she whispered as she locked arms with him. 

“I thought I was the love of your life.”

Daphne pretended to think for a second. 

“Nah. It’s Harry.”

“Ouch,” Cyrus laughed. He leaned in and kissed Daphne’s head. “Are you ready?” 

“I need to talk to you before you open that door. I’m happy to go along with everything you’ve planned today but I’m going to ditch the prepared vows and use my own.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not upset? You paid that speechwriter a lot of money.”

“Honey, my eldest daughter is getting married. Do you think I care about anything except her happiness today?”

“What about the political implications of the day?”

“You got me. But that too is in service of something greater, you know. I want my children and grandchildren to be safe.”

“Speaking of, you better make sure Grandma is nice at dinner. Mum invited Astoria’s boyfriend. He’s-”

“Muggleborn, I know. Delightful young man. A little excitable for my taste but he seems to make Tori very happy.”

“How… you know?”

“My mother saw Tori kissing him in the kitchen this morning. I’ve spent the morning getting to know him.”

“What does the hateful hag think?”

“Daphne.”

“Oh come on, you know she’s going to call him a million slurs the minute she learns about his ancestry.”

“It shall be made clear to my mother that I will not tolerate insults under my roof. Now come, we should get going before Harry starts to think you’ve abandoned him at the altar.”

Cyrus opened the large oak doors with a wave of his wand. Sunlight flooded into the atrium. It was a beautiful day with not a single cloud in the sky. They made the short journey to the massive pavilion constructed on the grounds. Everyone was already seated. All chatter abruptly stopped at their entry. 

Daphne could feel a hundred eyes on her. Even with her veil, she could see the looks directed at her belly. She straightened her back and looked straight at Harry. She was Lady Potter. People’s judgement and condescension were beneath her. 

“Ready, pumpkin?” Cyrus whispered.

“Never been more sure of something in my life.”

Cyrus walked her down the aisle and handed her over to Harry with a smile before taking his seat in the front row.

“You’re beautiful.”

The slight hitch in his voice brought a smile to her face. Her fears melted away. His appreciative gaze was the only one that mattered. Her eyes shifted from his face and travelled lower. Astoria hadn’t been exaggerating. A fitted tuxedo looked very good on him. Daphne surreptitiously licked her dry lips. The suit, she decided, would stay on in the marital bed. At least for the first round.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered back. She reached out and grabbed his hands. “Last chance to back out.”

“Not for anything in the universe, love.”

“We are gathered here to witness Daphne Greengrass and Harry Potter join together in holy matrimony,” the priest standing next to them intoned. “Marriage is a vow of commitment and love. It is a sacred oath made under the heavens to care, protect, and cherish your partner. From this day until your last. Do you, Daphne Greengrass, agree to take on this responsibility?”

“I do.”

“And you, Harry Potter?”

“I do.”

“I understand you’ve prepared your own vows?”

“We have.” Harry pulled his hand away and reached into his jacket to pull out the cue card prepared for him.

“Sorry.” Daphne placed a hand on his arm to stop him. She ignored the murmurs from the audience. “I know it’s not traditional, but can I go first?”

The priest appeared flummoxed. He looked to Cyrus for guidance but only received a shrug in response. 

“If the groom has no objection?”

“None at all,” Harry smiled.

The murmurs grew louder. Daphne ignored them and closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on what she wanted to say.

“My father taught me to always have a plan. A plan for the day, for the year, for my life.” She opened her eyes and looked up at Harry with a shy smile. “I first approached you because I was afraid you’d die. I needed you. You lived but you were nothing like my expectations. You were useless to my schemes. And yet, I stuck around. Falling in love with you was never part of the plan.”

Someone in the crowd gasped. 

“I stuck around because you were far too good for my schemes. For my plans. For the first time in my life, I experienced true goodness and affection and let me tell you, Harry Potter, I was instantly smitten. You are the light of my life.”

“Can we borrow him when it’s dark?” Tracey hollered from the crowd.

“No.” Daphne shook her head and chuckled tearfully. “He’s mine. And I am his. I want to wake up next to you every morning. When I go to bed, your face is the last thing I want to see. I am utterly, unreasonably in love with you, Harry Potter. I promise to cherish and respect you until the end of my days.”

“What about obey?” George yelled.

“I’m not making that promise,” Daphne murmured with a shy smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Harry winked and waited for a brief second to ensure she had finished her vow. “I… uh, I’ve prepared some vows but I think I’ll speak from the heart instead. I think the first time I knew I loved Daphne was when she called me an idiot. I’m happy to tell you all it has become a regular occurrence but you never forget your first time.”

Harry stepped closer to her before continuing.

“I can’t promise to stop being an idiot. But what I can promise is that I will cherish every moment of every day you spend by my side, trying to get us out of whatever dangerous situation I walk into. I will love and respect you until my last breath.”

“You won’t obey me?” Daphne asked with a tearful chuckle.

“No. No, I don’t think I will.”

“Didn’t think so. I’ll love you all the same.” 

“Do you, Harry, take Daphne as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“And you, Daphne, do you take Harry as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Can the ring bearer present the rings?”

Astoria stepped forward, beaming from ear to ear. She held out a pillow in front of the couple, waiting for them to retrieve the rings before stepping back to allow Colin to continue taking pictures. 

Daphne felt light-headed as Harry slipped the ring onto her finger, officially marking their union. She had to force her hand to move and it took a minute for her trembling fingers to reciprocate the gesture. 

“By the power vested in me by the Grove of Aine, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Harry lifted the veil and leaned in, gently pressing his lips against hers. Daphne couldn’t help it. She moaned softly and pushed herself against him, savouring the feel of his soft lips against hers. The cheers from the crowd felt muted and distant. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away and looked at her with bright green eyes.

“Don’t you go soft on me, husband,” she whispered. She kissed his cheek and pulled away reluctantly. “The hard part hasn’t even started yet.”

“Are you ready to face the world?”

“Are you by my side?”

“Always.”

“Let’s go.”

Murmurs broke out in the crowd at the sight of their hushed conversation but Daphne ignored them. She strode through the central aisle hand-in-hand with Harry. She looked around with a confident smile, looking at everyone but focusing on no one.

They had to be royalty. Powerful. Untouchable. Fudge would regret coming after her family.

They walked to the part of the pavilion that housed the dance floor but before she could drag Harry onto the dais with her, her father stopped them with a hand on her shoulder.

“The Minister will have a real reason to send me to Azkaban if you try to stop me from dancing with my husband. I’ll be on trial for patricide,” she hissed.

“Dance all night but there is something you need to do first,” Cyrus said, completely unfazed by the threat. “There are people who want to talk to you.”

Cyrus walked over to where the band had set up and grabbed the mike from the speaker. 

“Thank you to all who have graced us with their presence today.” He smiled at the rapidly gathering crowd. “Today has been the happiest day of my life. I have gained a son and my daughter has found the love of her life.” Cyrus extended his hand towards the couple. “If you’d like a word with them, please do so now. My daughter has warned me that any attempts to interrupt their dancing will be met with murderous intent.”

Cyrus shot a meaningful look at Daphne, then climbed off the stage. 

“Here comes the hard part of the day. Big smiles, Harry. Half the people here will be voting at your trial,” Daphne murmured as she turned to face the approaching crowd with a massive smile plastered on her face.

“One day we’ll have a wedding just for us.”

“Mhm.” Daphne leaned in and accepted a kiss from Amelia Bones. “Madame Bones! What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t think you’d be at a wedding when there’s a suspected criminal in attendance.”

“Yes. It’s quite odd for you to invite Mundungus Fletcher.”

“He occasionally does jobs for my father,” Daphne replied lightly. “My father has grown quite fond of him over the years.”

“I’m sure he has.” Amelia turned to Harry. “A pleasure to meet you, Harry. It's a pity we haven’t had a chance to properly meet before today. A wedding is the worst place to get to know someone, especially if that someone is the groom.”

“I’ll be in the Ministry on Friday. We could have a chat then if you’d like?”

“Ah, yes. In my office at six, perhaps? I look forward to it.” She leaned in and kissed Daphne’s cheek again. “Enjoy the day, my dear.”

“That was a good sign,” Daphne whispered.

“Huh?”

“Learn to read between the lines, dear. She wants to meet you at six. Your trial is at five. Not only is she rooting for you, she thinks you have the votes to get an acquittal.”

“You got all that-”

“Lady Zabini!” Daphne exclaimed, cutting Harry off. “You look marvellous. I must say, green is your colour.”

The striking woman standing in front of them waved away the compliment.

“No one can outshine you, my dear. You are radiant,” Elanora Zabini said with a pleased smile. “Such touching vows. They reminded me of the promises Peter made.”

“Did he live up to them?”

“Until the very end,” Elanora answered with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Dimitri can’t quite compare but the poor man tries so hard. It’s endearing. Not all of us can be as lucky with husbands as you are.”

“Harry’s perfect.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.”

Daphne didn’t like the way the woman looked at her husband. It wasn’t just lust, she was more than used to Harry being on the receiving end of that. Elanora Zabini was a hungry lioness and Harry was the juiciest steak around.

“I think my mother wants to have a word. Please excuse us, Lady Zabini.” Daphne locked her arm with Harry’s and led him away before another word could be spoken. “Mum, I think Lady Zabini has a thing for Harry.”

Amelia chuckled and stepped away from Astoria and Colin to make room for the married couple.

“Her husbands have been getting younger over the years. Harry would be quite the catch.” Amelia raised her glass of champagne to her lips. “I doubt Dimitri lasts for too long, poor chap.”

“You know she’s going to kill him?” Harry asked in a horrified whisper.

“She’ll be doing us a favour. Dimitri should be in Azkaban for what he did to that poor boy.”

“She only goes for horrible men,” Daphne explained.

“Rich, horrible men,” Astoria corrected with a smirk. “She’s an icon.”

“Uh-”

“Don’t worry babe.” Astoria kissed a red-faced Colin’s cheek. “I won’t emulate her as long as you dance with me.”

Daphne silently pleaded with her mother as Harry watched his sister-in-law drag her boyfriend to the empty dance floor. The band started playing a slow melody. Tracey and George quickly joined them and other couples weren’t too far behind.

“Go,” Amelia said with a knowing smile. “I’m sure your father and I can handle the schmoozing.”

“Are you sure?” Daphne chewed her lip nervously. She wanted to dance but refused to skimp out on anything that would help with Harry’s trial. “We can stick around for a bit. Meet some more people.”

“Go.” Amelia gave them both a little push. “The married couple is supposed to lead the first dance. I think you two have broken enough traditions today.”

“Thanks, Mum!” Daphne grinned and tugged Harry’s hand, pulling him to the dance floor. “Do you remember your lessons?”

“I’ll never forget them,” Harry murmured. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. “You’re so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“Don’t forget that when I’m screaming at you to get me ice cream at midnight two months from now. Or if I have a sudden desire to eat oysters. Or if I turn into a balloon. Or-”

“Daphne.” Harry leaned in and cut her off with a kiss. “You’re gorgeous.”

“You used to call me sexy,” Daphne mumbled as he twirled her around the dance floor. “Now it’s gorgeous. It’ll be beautiful in a month.”

“You’re still sexy, Daphne,” Harry laughed. He winked at Tracey and George as they passed the couple. They smirked and looked away. 

“Will I still be able to get you hard all the time?”

“I’m hard right now,” Harry whispered.

“That’s strangely reassuring.”

“I’d do unspeakable things to you in that dress if it wasn’t a family heirloom,” Harry murmured as he dipped her. He pulled her back up and pinned her against his chest. “My wedding gift will show you just how much I want you, princess.”

“What is it?” 

“You’ll have to wait,” Harry said as he twirled her one last time. The song petered out and the couple bowed to an applauding audience. “It’s not fit for polite company.”

The evening after the first dance was a blur of conversations and dances. Daphne had to sit down on several occasions, her swollen ankles aching in protest at the stress being imposed on them. By the time Harry picked her up and carried her over the threshold of the house, she was more than happy to leave the crowd, the noise, and all the finery behind. She wanted her husband to herself.

Harry refused to let her down as they made the climb up to their bedroom. She was only released from his hold in front of the vanity of their bedroom. Harry walked over to shut the door while she immediately got to work undoing the heavy diamond earrings. 

“It’s silly that we have to honeymoon on the family estate,” Daphne grumbled. She carefully undid the various pieces of jewellery and placed them in theft-proof charmed boxes. “Harry, can you help me with the dress?”

“Mhm.” Harry walked over and pressed himself against her. “See? Wasn’t lying,” he whispered. He toyed with the zipper of her wedding dress. “I’m always hard around you, princess.”

“We can skip dinner,” Daphne purred. She pressed her bum against him and gently began to grind although the voluminous wedding dress made generating friction nearly impossible. “Nobody will care. We’re officially married, we can do whatever we want.”

“We’re not skipping dinner.” Harry chuckled at her groan. “I’m going to keep you up all night, princess. You’ll need energy for what I have planned.”

Harry undid the zipper and helped Daphne out of the wedding dress. The priceless garment was carefully draped over the bed. Daphne studied her figure in the mirror. She could see Harry walk over to their trunks from the corner of her eye. Curious, she turned to look at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting your wedding present.”

“It can wait, Harry. Help me figure out what to wear.”

“I don’t want it to wait. I want you to go downstairs with it.” Harry straightened. He walked backwards toward her, keeping what he was holding hidden from view. “I spent a lot of time searching for this.”

“What is it?”

“Look straight ahead. No peeking. Stand with your legs spread and hands locked behind your back,” Harry growled.

Daphne contemplated disobeying the order. In the end, she did as instructed and looked at her husband through the mirror, batting her eyelashes innocently. She had the rest of their lives to be a brat. For now, she decided to give him a taste of what it felt like to be married to a good girl.

“So, what’s the gift?”

“You’ll see.” Harry gently pushed her underwear down her legs. “Already wet?” His fingers were between her thighs, gently tracing her slick labia. “Naughty girl.”

“I don’t want the first time we make love as a married couple to be a quickie, sir,” Daphne whined. Her body betrayed her. Her knees buckled, pushing his finger inside her. Her walls immediately clamped around the digit, trapping it in place. “Please? I want it to be in a proper bed,” she whined.

“No quickies. Just need to give you your wedding present,” Harry murmured. “Is this bra charmed to prevent leaks?”

Daphne nodded shyly. She wanted to ask what sort of wedding present he’d bought but her lips wouldn’t cooperate. So she quietly stood in place, staring at him through the mirror with wide gray eyes.

Harry pulled his finger out of her, ignoring the disappointed groan. He undid the bra and placed it on the vanity. Daphne hissed as cold air caressed her perpetually sore nipples.

“What sort of wedding present requires me to be naked?”

Harry wordlessly looped his arm around her waist and pinned her in place. His other hand, the one that held a number of unfamiliar objects, moved up to her breasts. He slipped a purple ring around her nipple and clamped it in place.

Daphne yelped. She twitched against him but before she could speak, her other nipple was clamped as well. The words turned into a low, needy moan.

“Open your mouth.”

Daphne obeyed without hesitation. The brattiness had left her body the second his finger had pushed into her pussy. She was his perfect little wife, she decided, and she deserved all the orgasms.

Harry pushed a familiar shape into her mouth. A buttplug? They hadn’t played around with one of those for a very long time. She excitedly swirled her tongue around it. Her bum wriggled against his crotch, the soft flesh digging into the rapidly growing bulge in his pants.

Harry pulled the plug out of her mouth and stepped away to give himself space. Daphne bent over the vanity and arched her back. She gently bounced on in place, making her firm ass jiggle.

“I can hear your cock twitch,” she giggled.

“Liar,” Harry hissed. His fingers returned to her wet core. He gently pushed the lips apart. “I know how much you like games. I think we should play one.”

“What kind of… oh! Oh, Merlin!” Daphne’s knees buckled. Another ring had clamped around her sensitive clit, applying the barest hint of pressure on the nub. Harry wasn’t done yet. She felt a phallus push into her slick pussy. “A dildo?!”

“Mhm.” Harry stretched the cord connecting the three toys and pulled the plug up to her ass. He gently spread her cheeks and teased her tight hole with the tip of the plug. “Relax.”

Daphne moaned as the plug was pushed into her ass. She felt so full. She straightened and the dildo immediately moved deeper.

“Harry. Sir. Husband,” she groaned. She twisted in place to face her husband, placing her hands on his chest for support. “What’ve you got planned?”

Harry smirked.

“I suppose you’ll have to wait and see, wife.”

Notes:

Ahh, I meant to upload this yesterday. But I fell asleep before I could do so, probably cause of my new meds. Let's pretend it is still Sunday, lol. Anywho. Wedding. Haphne. Tracey and George up to no good. I hope I have scratched all the right itches for everyone who has patiently been waiting for a new chapter of this particular story. I know Sirius isn't there but I'm certain Harry put his foot down, especially with all the attention from the Ministry. He'll make an appearance in the next chapter!