Amour Et Officium Chapter 8

Content Warnings: Somnophilia, Gags, Teasing.

Daphne slipped out of their warm bed at the crack of dawn, leaving Sue’s tiny body safely cocooned in Harry’s arms. She sleepily padded over to their bathroom, silently cursing her pathological need for an early start to her day.

Normal women would have chosen to cuddle their husband and girlfriend in a warm and comfortable bed over a cold shower.

I’ve never been normal, she reminded herself as shed her nightgown and stepped into the small cubicle, flicking the shower’s knob as far right as it would go. Besides, hot showers just make me sleepy.

She steeled herself for the first few drops of icy water to hit her skin, quickly scrubbing herself clean of any evidence that hinted at the things they had gotten up to the previous night. Daphne Black was a persona far removed from her natural state of being her daddy’s princess.

Prim. Demure. Perfect. She reminded herself as she stepped out of the shower. She quickly patted herself dry with one of the coarse towels stacked on the rack, trying her best not to cringe at the feel of the rough fabric against her skin.

“Fuck, I have nothing to wear,” Daphne muttered to herself, studying her reflection in the mirror. While not entirely true, she did not consider the crumpled remains of what she had worn the night before as suitable clothing. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” she mumbled, running a hand through her damp hair before walking to the laundry basket to retrieve her panties, leggings, and blouse. She didn’t bother turning the nightgown back into her bra, simply incinerating the fabric with a lazy flick of her wand. It had served its purpose.

Once she was out of the bathroom, she tiptoed over to the nightstand to retrieve her overcoat and scarf, gathering them in her arms before slipping out of the room without waking either of its other two occupants.

She pulled on the overcoat and buttoned it up, glad for the protection it provided against the chilly morning. The scarf was next and she secured it around her neck with nimble fingers as she climbed down the stairs in search of breakfast and the morning edition of the Daily Prophet.

“Mr. Black.” She found her husband’s godfather occupying a table in the empty pub, nursing a glass of firewhiskey with a plate of runny eggs in front of him. “It’s somewhat early to be drinking, don’t you think?”

“Is it too early if you never stopped?” Sirius asked, gesturing at the empty chair next to him.

“I suppose not.”

Sirius turned to look at her once she was seated. “You know, Lily called Harry’s father Mr. Potter to let him know he was in the doghouse. I suggest you reserve Mr. Black for similar use with your husband and just call me Sirius,” Sirius said, his eyes twinkling playfully.

Daphne blushed. “How…” she started, only for her words to die in her throat when the man pushed the paper he was holding toward her. She glanced at the headlines, groaning internally.

       ‘Boy-Who-Lived Elopes With Heir to Greengrass Fortune.’

Good thing I grabbed the marriage certificate from that greedy bastard.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already spoken to your father,” Sirius reassured her, mistaking her quietness for panic.

“Can I be completely honest with you Mister… Sirius?” Daphne asked.

“Daphne.” Sirius reached out to take the blonde girl’s hand, gently squeezing it. “You’re family. I’ll always be in your corner. What I want to say is… you can always be honest with me, and I will help you no matter the problem. The only issue I have with this news is that you two didn’t tell me you were eloping, because I’d have taken you to the chapel myself.”

Daphne gave him a shy smile. He’d have made a good father.

“Well, if I’m being completely honest with you, Sirius,” Daphne said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t give a shit what my father thinks.”

She couldn’t help herself. Her lips curled into a bashful smile and she giggled, reveling in her newfound freedom. She was no longer bound to her father’s antiquated rules, customs, and notions.

“I am legally married to the man I love. I am Daphne Black. My husband is the only one who has any power over me.”

“Atta girl. Do you have an authentic marriage certificate? I presume you got married at that chapel in Knockturn? We should get the certificate before your father can get his hands on it.”

“I snagged it,” Daphne answered proudly, still very pleased with herself for her foresight.

“Good. Is the marriage consummated?”

Daphne’s pink cheeks turned a dark shade of red. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything out loud, so she responded with a silent nod.

“I doubt your father will have any basis to challenge the marriage then. The worst thing he could do is disinherit you, but the minute he does that I’ll cancel all contracts the Black and Potter estates have with him, which will basically blow his business apart overnight. I don’t know the exact numbers, but I’m pretty sure Fleamont’s potions account for nearly one-third of Greengrass Potions’ revenue.”

“He won’t disinherit me. Even he’s not that cold-hearted,” Daphne told Sirius before turning to Tom. “Tom, can you prepare two English breakfasts and tea for me, please? Pack it so I can take it up to Harry’s room. And then just coffee and scrambled eggs for me, thanks.”

“Helped my godson work up an appetite, did you?” Sirius teased, sipping his firewhiskey.

Daphne turned to him with a confused expression on his face.

“You asked Tom to make you two English breakfasts,” Sirius elaborated.

“Oh, right. It’s complicated. Last night was one big mess,” Daphne muttered, getting to her feet. “I’d explain, but I need to get to Twilfitt and Tattlings while Tom is preparing our breakfast. I’m certain there’ll be a photographer from every publication ranging from Witch Weekly to the Quibbler here within the hour and my first appearance as Mrs. Black cannot be wearing this crap,” Daphne said, gesturing to her wrinkled clothing.

“It’s seven in the morning, Daphne. Twilfitt’s isn’t open.”

“Sirius, with the amount of business I give that shop, it better be open whenever I need,” Daphne countered.

“That’s fair,” Sirius conceded, pushing his chair away from the table and getting to his feet. “Can I come with you?”

“Why?” Daphne asked, a bemused expression on her face. In her experience, men usually did not care to go shopping with her. Her father had never bothered, and Harry, bless his heart, had tried his best, but after the first hour of watching her try different summer dresses, his eyes had glazed over and she had released him from his misery.

“I have nothing better to do until Amelia and Arthur get back. If I just sit here I’ll keep drinking, and the last time Lia caught me drinking before noon she… I’ll just come with you.”

“Lead the way.” Daphne grinned, following the man out of the pub.

“So, tell me about your messy night,” Sirius asked casually as they stepped into Diagon Alley. The street was still lit by street lamps, the pinpricks of light piercing through the early morning fog. Daphne could see a few people going about their business, mostly shopping for groceries or potions. Most of the shops were either shut or in the process of opening for the day, giving the entire street a quiet, surreal look that she rarely got to experience.

“Sirius, if you just tagged along so you could interrogate me, I promise I will make you spend the next three hours watching me try on every dress in the shop. You can forget about breakfast,” Daphne shot back, pushing her hands into the pocket of her coat to keep them warm.

“Nah, you won’t do that.”

“Why?” Daphne asked smugly. “Because Harry’ll be up and miss me? Don’t worry, he’ll have his hands full. He can do without me for a few hours.”

Daphne smiled and nodded at the portly man who was setting up a mannequin dressed in a new ballgown by the window of the shop, pointing at the locked door. The man scowled at her first, before hastily moving to unlock his store once he recognized who his early morning customer was.

“Miss Greengrass.” The men bowed and ushered them into the warmth of the shop. “I apologize. I did not realize it was you. It’s the damned fog.”

“No worries, Garrow. I’m staying over at the Leaky Cauldron for a few days and I had an urgent need for some clothes. I presume the new collection of coats you were telling me about last week has arrived?”

Garrow nodded. “I’ll fetch them for you.”

“Oh, and Garrow?” Daphne called out, stopping the man mid-stride. “It’s Mrs. Black now. Don’t make that mistake again.”

Garrow nodded vociferously before scurrying into the safety of the backroom.

“Did you have to do that?”

“No, but he scowled at me,” Daphne said, leaning against the counter and studying the ball gowns on display. “Besides, I’m beginning to realize I quite like being known as Mrs. Black.”

“Merlin, Harry’s going to have his hands full with you.” Sirius chuckled. He walked over to the couch and sat down on it, looking up at his daughter-in-law. “So, tell me about your messy night.”

“It wasn’t anything too bad. A prostitute tried to steal my husband, the man performing the ceremony wanted to watch us having sex, and my wedding night was crashed by his other wife. All in all, just a rather eventful wedding night for us, I’d say.”

“Sue crashed your wedding night?” Sirius asked, amused.

“Did you put her up to it? Not that I’m complaining, I adore my sweet raven.”

“Sweet raven?”

“Yeah. She’s a Ravenclaw and she’s sweet as sugar. If the nickname fits…”

“I’m pretty sure Susan’s a Hufflepuff, Daphne.”

“What’re you talking about?” Daphne asked, frowning.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Sue Li? Harry’s betrothed? The future Lady Po-” Daphne stopped herself, suddenly remembering the last thing Harry had told her before she’d fallen asleep. “Let me guess.” She knew only one ‘Susan’. “Susan Bones is the future Lady Potter.”

“Bingo.”

“Well, thankfully, she didn’t come up to our room as well. As much as I enjoyed having someone else with us last night, four people is just a bit too much.”

“Nobody gave the Weird Sisters the memo.”

Daphne groaned. “Don’t remind me. What possessed them to photograph their orgy? That hairy butt is going to haunt me forever. I opened Witch Weekly and bam! It’s right there on the first page.”

“As traumatizing as that was, can we circle back to my godson shacking up with I-Jun Li’s daughter please?”

“Is that her mother’s name? I hope she’s nothing like my father because those two haven’t exactly married yet, but I can promise you, their future marriage has been thoroughly consummated.”

“Her mother’s dead,” Sirius said softly.

Daphne turned to face him, the carefree expression on her face morphing into an embarrassed one. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” It was clear from Sirius’ tone that he had been close to Sue’s mother.

“Don’t be. It happened years ago.”

Daphne nodded. Maybe their shared loss of losing their mothers at a young age was what had drawn her to the tiny Ravenclaw.

Fate is a fickle bitch.

“Was she a friend?” Daphne accepted the bundle of new overcoats from Garrow. She grabbed Sirius’ wrist and pulled him along with her to the changing rooms, making him sit on the comfortable stool arranged in front of the first one.

“Garrow, I need leggings. And get me dresses from your winter catalog,” Daphne ordered, sorting through the coats that man had fetched for her.

“I wasn’t as close to her as James and Lily had been. She’s betrothed to Harry too?”

“Yeah. She’s the future Lady Peverell. Did you know Harry was heir to the Peverell title and fortune? Because I didn’t,” Daphne asked, holding up a brown overcoat.

“I honestly presumed it was bundled with the Potter name. It’s been a long time since someone separated the two. I didn’t know James had done that, or set up a marriage contract under the name.”

“Why didn’t he?”

“Why didn’t he tell me? You have to understand, Daphne, the last few months of the war were… it was chaos. They were hidden under the Fidelius Charm, and every visit to them, every letter and note put them at risk. They were cut off from everyone, even me.”

“Are you upset?”

“Because they looked out for their son? I’d be a shit godfather if I was.”

Daphne pulled off her scarf and coat, tossing them to Sirius. She whistled at his perfect catch. “I must say, Sirius, you’re much more fun to go shopping with than Harry.”

“With age comes wisdom. He’ll learn.” Sirius chuckled. He pointed to the light brown coat Daphne had tried minutes before she had pulled on the blue one. “The brown one suits you better.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you upset?” Sirius asked, echoing her question.

“About Sue? Please.” Daphne rolled her eyes fondly. “I thought I’d hate his other wife, but the only person who’s probably more fond of her than me is Harry.”

“And Susan?” Sirius asked, watching Daphne slip into the changing room to change into the black leggings Garrow had fetched for her.

“Sirius, the only person sweeter than Sue in the entire school is named Susan Bones. That woman is impossible to hate, so I couldn’t be upset even if I wanted to,” Daphne answered, poking her head out of the changing room. “One size smaller, please, Garrow. I need them to hug my hips for the photos.” She turned to look at Sirius. “Mr. and Mrs. Potter chose well for their son.”

Daphne accepted the new leggings from the shopkeeper and shut the door so she could change. “Ironically, he now has a partner from each of the four houses. I like the idea of him getting a well-rounded viewpoint of every situation,” she said, wriggling into the tight leggings. As uncomfortable as it was, they accentuated her hips and made her ass pop, which was what was important for the next few hours. She could change into something comfortable once the inevitable photoshoot was done.

“Honestly, I’m more than happy with any development that ensures shit like last year doesn’t happen again.” She had nearly murdered Ronald Weasley for convincing her husband that they could handle the beast of Slytherin by themselves.

She walked out of the room wearing her new coat and leggings and struck a pose for Sirius.

“Daphne, I’m pretty sure my godson has voiced this sentiment before but let me reiterate it. You could wear a burlap sack and look stunning,” Sirius said with a smile. He moved to stand, only to be stopped by Daphne placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back down on the stool.

“We’re not done yet,” Daphne chuckled. “I still need a dress and a new scarf.”

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now?”

“It’s a wrinkly, stained mess.”

Sirius groaned. “It’s completely hidden under your coat. Nobody will know.”

“I’ll know. Whatever happened to ‘with age comes wisdom’?” Daphne asked teasingly.

“I’m not that old,” Sirius replied with a deadpan expression. “Aren’t you concerned Harry will worry about you?”

“Nice try.” Daphne rolled her eyes. She accepted the scarves Garrow had picked out for her, quickly rifling through them. “You wanted to come with me so you could nose around in my life. Now you must pay the price.”

“What about Harry? It’s not fair to deprive him of your company just because you want to punish me,” Sirius said, batting his eyelashes dramatically.

“Merlin!” Daphne laughed. The man who was technically her father-in-law was a bloody character, and she loved him for it. “I wouldn’t worry too much about your godson, Sirius,” Daphne said fondly. “I bet you a hundred galleons he’s fast asleep and hasn’t even realized I’m not in bed with him.”

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It was the first time in her life that Daphne had bet wrong. Harry wasn’t fast asleep and he had realized she was no longer in bed with them. He had simply presumed she was in the bathroom and so he turned his attention to more pressing matters.

Sue Li awoke to the feeling of her lover’s impressive morning wood gently splitting apart the petals that guarded her aching pussy.

“Daddy!” Sue squealed, her eyes flying open only to be greeted by the sight of a wall of firm muscle and tanned skin. “This is a dream…” she mumbled, letting Harry push her into his chest. She tightened her hold around him, desperately clinging on as every thrust of his hips not only pushed him deeper inside her tight cunt, but also caused her to bounce up and down in his arms.

It had to be a dream. Reality had never been so good and so peaceful for her. She was in a warm bed without a single thought running through her usually overanxious brain while her fiancée stuffed her needy womanhood with his massive cock.

“It’s not a dream, darling,” Harry said, an amused expression on his sleepy face. He gently flipped them so that she was pinned under him on the bed. Her long black hair fanned out around her head. Combined with her drowsy brown eyes, it gave her a look of beautiful innocence that made his cock twitch.

“A-ah! Yes please!” Sue groaned as his tip brushed against her g-spot. “Thank you, sir!”

“You can call me Harry, you know?” Harry murmured, bending to capture her lips. His mouth drowned out her shrill scream as he sheathed himself inside her with one last thrust, her walls burning as they stretched to accommodate his impressive girth. “And you don’t have to thank me for making love to you, sweetling. You’re going to be my wife. We’ll be doing this frequently and vigorously,” Harry teased.

“I-it felt like the, ah… oh daddy…” Sue moaned as he pulled out of her. Her pussy walls fluttered, her loins begging to be filled and stretched by her lover. “It feels like the polite thing to do.”

Harry laughed. “Thanking your husband?”

Sue nodded. She gripped his shoulders, her lips parted in a wanton moan as Harry pushed back inside her tight, wet womanhood.

“What about calling me Harry?” Harry asked, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He peppered her smooth skin with kisses, his gentle nips and nibbles causing her breath to hitch.

“I-I know Daphne does it, and I’ll do it in public too, but is it okay if I don’t do it when we’re alone?” Sue begged, her back arching with need. Harry was fucking her slowly, lazily pumping in and out of her slick slit. The urgency of the night had given way to a languid desire to explore his lover’s body in the morning, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

“Does that make you happy?” Harry asked, pulling away to look at her. “Having me set strict rules about how you can address me and other things?”

Sue nodded shyly. “O-only, OH MERLIN!” She dropped back onto the bed, sighing softly. Every thrust deep inside her belly was causing his shaft to brush against her g-spot, slowly driving her crazy by keeping her on the edge but not letting her tumble over it. “If it makes you happy too,” she panted. “I mean, I want you to be happy more than I… DADDY!” She screamed, her nails digging into his back, leaving a trail of scratches on his skin. “I, you know, I never… umphhh,” her eyes went wide as Harry grabbed her chin, stuffing his fingers in her mouth and effectively gagging her.

“Good cumsluts don’t talk so much. And if they do, their daddies gag them,” Harry murmured, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.

Sue groaned, her entire body quivering with need.

“Rub your clit. Cum for daddy, my sweet raven,” Harry whispered as he pistoned in and out of her, his hot breath tickling her skin.

“Yesh, dhaddy,” Sue mumbled around his fingers, a shaky hand moving to her slit. For a second she was tempted to reach out and worship his balls the way she had done while he was taking Daphne’s virginity, but she decided against flouting a direct order, her tired fingers fumbling for a second before they located her clit. “Chan I chum?” She begged, breathy moans escaping her parted lips as she massaged her clit.

There was a knock on the door before Harry could answer.

Harry pulled away from Sue, his eyes flickering over to the bathroom instead of the door. It was quiet. Suspiciously so, he realized.

“I bet that’s Daphne,” Harry murmured, pulling out of Sue and rolling off her body. He ignored her disappointed groan, simply giving her pert breast a gentle slap. “She probably went down to get us something to eat. Should we let her in, sweetling?” Harry asked teasingly.

Sue nodded, still desperately rubbing her clit.

“Careful, or you’re going to give her a swollen head. All that adoration isn’t healthy for a Slytherin,” Harry teased, padding over to the door and pulling it open.

“Merci monsieur, I was told I could find Harry Potter here?”

Notes:

The 'mystery' woman's story won't follow the same trajectory as Sue's. That would be a little too on the nose. I actually left a small easter egg in Chapter 2 hinting that this would happen, let me know if you can find it? Daphne, writing to Tracey about her summer: If I had a knut for every time my husband has accidentally flashed his future wife, I'd have two knuts. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it has happened twice!