Fantastic Boyfriends and How To Find Them Chapter 7

Content Warnings: Exhibitionism, Edging, Bondage, Teasing, Sex Toys, Spanking.

Harry carefully made his way to the front end of the store. It was quiet. Too quiet. He kept his wand clutched in his hand, realizing that it was highly likely he was walking into an ambush. Theodore Glorpin had acted with more caution and paranoia than Astoria had described, which had resulted in him having to throw the plan he had painstakingly crafted with Tonks and Daphne out the window. However, he wasn’t particularly worried. It wasn’t the first time he’d have to improvise, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The owner was waiting behind the counter near the door, flanked by two large, thickset men that could easily have passed for Goyle’s cousins. He watched Harry walk across the entirety of the shop without moving a muscle, a smile etched on his face that did not reach his cold eyes.

“I thought you said you did not hire anyone to work in your store because you value the privacy of your customers,” Harry said. He had walked up to the counter but the man kept studying his face, and Harry understood that it was up to him to break the ice. There was no one better than Victoria Brawlins in all of Britain when it came to glamor charms, but even the best disguises revealed flaws under intense scrutiny. He raised his hand and slammed it onto the desk, pointing his wand at the three men. He knew he was taking a risk, and that it was almost a certainty he had a wand pointed at his back, but he had to do something to distract Glorpin and his goons from staring at his face. The glamor charms were anchored to his magic, and he could feel beads of sweat roll down his forehead as the charms drew more and more energy from him to fool the men.

He was outnumbered and under strength. There was no way he was successfully fighting his way out of the shop. If he and Daphne were going to make it through their predicament in one piece, it would be because of what he said, not what he did.

He usually thought through every contingency well before executing a mission, but he now had to make the best of a bad situation, and the only thing he truly regretted was involving Daphne.

Out the window, straight to Tonks, Harry thought, almost as if their thoughts were connected.

Glorpin raised an eyebrow, appearing completely unfazed by the wand pointed at him.

“You promised us discretion. Do you know what will happen if news breaks out back home that my wife can’t give me an heir?” Harry asked, pretending to be furious. “All my cousins will descend on my estate like vultures, each demanding a piece. And I shall hold you responsible!”

“They are not my employees. We are partners. We value our customer’s privacy, yes,” Glorpin finally spoke. His voice was soft and his eyes ice cold. “This is why my colleagues and I are under an Unbreakable Vow not to speak about our work to anyone. If any of us were to try to divulge the names of our customers to say, an Auror or an intrepid reporter from the Daily Prophet, death would be… swift.”

Harry appeared to relax a little and turned the wand away from Glorpin, but still kept it out. The man stared unblinkingly at Harry.

“But we also ensure our customers are protected,” Glorpin said softly, steeping his fingers together and resting his chin on them. Behind him, Goon One and Goon Two dug their massive hands into their pant pockets and pulled out identical-looking wands. Harry couldn’t help but wonder if they were brothers. “Especially from the unfriendly new officials being installed in the Ministry these days. They have no deference for ancient rites and traditions, nor do they have any appreciation for what we do here.” Glorpin waved his arm, gesturing to the seedy street outside.

Harry raised an eyebrow, immediately working out what was going on. The man did not suspect them to be there investigating the dragon smugglers. He thought they were agents from the Enforcement Division of the DMLE, running another one of the sting operations Kingsley was using to clean up Knockturn Alley.

Well, this simplifies things somewhat, Harry thought, pocketing his wand. He didn’t want to bust them, after all. In fact, it was in his interests to ensure they were up and running without interference from the Ministry so he could use them to get to the people he wanted.

“You think I am one of the buffoons from your Ministry.” Harry chuckled, relaxing. Now that he knew what he was up against, he knew how to talk his way out of it. “The same buffoons who could not stop the rise of your Dark Lord. He was defeated by a… a child, was he not?”

“That same ‘child’ has now joined the Ministry with his friends,” Glorpin replied calmly, his eyes scanning Harry’s face for any hints of nervousness. “Might even be the one who sent you here.”

“Why do you think that? I am a customer. You checked my references, they were impeccable. You already took all the money I brought with me. My wife and I have passed every test you put to us. Would we have agreed to be humiliated like this if we were not desperate for a baby?” Harry’s eyes flashed and he glared at Glorpin, pretending to be highly offended. “We even tested your product in your dingy room at your insistence, even though we have zero guarantees it will work. We are probably taking bed bugs and fleas home with us and after all that, you have the nerve to treat us like common rabble?!” Harry slammed his hand on the counter again. “Give us what we came here for, or we’ll take our business elsewhere.”

“Where is your ‘wife’?” Glorpin asked, ignoring Harry’s outburst.

“In the backroom. I have kept her in the position prescribed by our personal healer to ensure my seed does not leak out of her,” Harry obfuscated. While he’d left her in a mating press, he highly doubted Daphne was still in it. If he had to guess, she was getting dressed and planning her escape in accordance with his orders.

“Or is she standing behind the shut door with her wand out, waiting for the right moment?” Glorpin challenged.

“Again with the unfounded accusations. Is this how you treat all your customers? No wonder your shop is empty,” Harry shot back, his heart hammering in his chest. Their reconnaissance had suggested Glorpin had one potioneer and two enforcers. His instincts told him the potioneer was the one waiting to ambush him at his boss’ signal. Had they been wrong? Was there a fifth person who was still spying on Daphne? If there was, how was he communicating with Glorpin?

Harry resisted the urge to lean over the counter and peek at the thing the man in front of him kept glancing at.

“Shall we check?” Glorpin asked softly.

Fuck.

He was trapped. Say yes, and they would either chance upon an empty room or a fully-dressed Daphne awaiting his return. Say no… he was certain that was the last thing he’d do before a killing curse hit his back. As much as he hated the thought of putting Daphne in any sort of danger, option one at the very least gave him a chance to fight back.

“Very well,” Harry grumbled, trying his best to sound insulted instead of afraid. He hoped to every power in existence that Daphne had decided against waiting the full ten minutes he had asked her to, and had already left.

They walked down the hallway. Glorpin was by his side, his two goons bringing up the rear. Harry walked as slowly as he could without rousing suspicion, using the precious few minutes he had left to come up with a plan.

I’ll drop Glorpin the minute I open the door and use his falling body for cover and take out the idiots behind me, Harry thought, glancing back at the massive men following them. Their size and the thick wands they clutched were menacing, but he doubted they were skilled or nimble enough to match his reflexes. He turned his attention back towards the rapidly approaching door. Then I barricade myself in the room and wait for the cavalry.

The mission would be a colossal failure and the smugglers would know that the Ministry was onto them, but he’d live. Probably.

Harry took a deep breath and turned the handle, slowly pushing open the door.

“It seems you were… not lying. Frau Gotthard is a beautiful woman,” Glorpin murmured, his lecherous eyes traveling the length of Daphne’s naked body. It was still her own body, undisguised by glamor charms (which Victoria had kept limited to their faces and hair in an attempt to make sure they lasted for as long as possible). She was still in the position he left her in, her legs bent at the waist and pulled up to her head, bound in place by the ropes lashing together her ankles and wrists. The perfect mating press. Harry’s blood boiled as he followed Glorpin’s stare.

“That’s enough,” Harry growled, slamming the door shut before the eager men behind them could catch a glimpse of his naked girlfriend. “I am not paying you to spy on my wife Herr Glorpin!”

“Indeed, indeed. A mere precaution. You would understand if you knew the heavy-handed way those bastards in the Ministry have been treating us, poor business owners. All we do is try to make an honest living and they can’t bear it,” Glorpin said apologetically, his voice shifting to a honeyed tone in an attempt to placate his enraged customer. “Why, just yesterday the store next to mine was raided!”

“Raided?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes,” Glorpin replied morosely. “The shop next to mine sold pets, you see. Members of the Enforcement Division-” Glorpin spat on the floor and his thugs copied his action. “They posed as buyers. After the sale was complete, they left with their pet and a bill of purchase, only to return with a task force that arrested the poor owner on trumped-up charges. They ransacked his entire store. We have been extra vigilant ever since.”

Harry nodded. That explained the increased paranoia. Astoria had told them they’d be put to a test, but everything they’d been made to do was far more excessive than she had described. He had been prepared for Daphne ‘treating’ his cock under Glorpin’s supervision, nothing more.

I’m going to feed whoever is responsible for this fuck up to Buckbeak, Harry thought darkly.

“We are genuine customers, Herr Glorpin. I hope you believe us now,” Harry growled, watching Glorpin dismiss his bouncers with a wave of his hand.

“Of course. Of course. I will pack you a week’s supply. Can you and Frau Gotthard follow up with your progress after seven days?”

“Traveling so often is inconvenient. Make it a month’s,” Harry demanded. “And you will throw in an additional discount for the embarrassment you caused us today.”

Glorpin bowed his head in acceptance.

“Prepare the order, Herr Glorpin, while I tend to my wife.”

Glorpin set a small briefcase on the counter and carefully plucked vials from a box, placing them inside the velvet-lined case. Harry watched him for a second before walking to the backroom as fast as he could, his heart still hammering in his chest.

Daphne turned at the sound of the door opening, her visibly tense body relaxing when she saw that Harry was alone.

“Why were-” she started, only for Harry to press his finger to her lips.

“Everything is alright, darling,” Harry murmured, kissing her forehead. There would be time for explanations later. For now, prudence lay in getting out of the store as fast as possible.

He undid the ropes around her wrists and ankles, chuckling at the relieved sigh that escaped her lips when she straightened her sore legs. He gently took her wrist and pulled her off the bed onto unsteady feet, letting her lean against him for support. Between the two of them, her dress was covering her body within seconds, although the smell of sex clung to the fabric, and between its crumpled, disheveled state and her limp, there was no mistaking what they had done. Not that it mattered. Their passionate lovemaking only helped sell the lie they were feeding Glorpin.

They walked out of the room and into the quiet store. Daphne nuzzled shyly into Harry’s side, not wanting to look at the man smiling lecherously at her. Harry simply grabbed the briefcase and his money bag (now considerably lighter), nodded curtly to Glorpin, and walked out of the store.

Instead of directly exiting the Alley and making their way to the Leaky Cauldron and the room where Victoria was waiting for them, Harry meandered through Knockturn, taking unnecessary detours into side alleys and shops. Daphne watched with growing confusion as he followed a peddler into a grimy alleyway and negotiated the price of the mirrors the man was hawking.

“They show your heart’s greatest desire! Each and every one of them has a shard from the Mirror of Erised. It can be yours, all for ten galleons!” The man said with a toothy grin.

“Five galleons,” Harry offered calmly.

The man appeared scandalized at the lowball offer. “Seven! And that’s me losing money.”

Harry snorted under his breath and passed him the coins, accepting what was an ordinary mirror in return.

“You know that-” Daphne finally spoke once they left the alleyway and were back into the crowd of people and hawkers moving through the main street.

“It’s just a simple mirror? Yeah.” Harry nodded.

“Why buy it? Why are we-”

“Don’t look back, but one of the men from the shop is following us,” Harry murmured before she could finish the question. He tightened his hold on her hand, threading their fingers together.

“Why?” Daphne whispered, shivering despite the sweltering afternoon heat.

“My guess? Whatever happened yesterday was a massive shitshow and spooked Glorpin. He wants to make sure all his bases are covered.” Harry raised the mirror and pretended to stare at their reflections. He nodded discreetly to the tall, thin man a few feet behind them. “See him?” Harry asked softly.

“Yes,” Daphne murmured, continuing to stare at the man in question until Harry lowered the mirror.

“He’s been on our tail since we left the shop. We can’t go back to the Leaky Cauldron till we lose him.”

“How will we do that?” Daphne asked innocently.

“I’ve been trying.” Their tail, however, was a wily operator and had managed to stay on them with ease.

“Why not just apparate away?”

“That’s the fail-safe option. Before I did that, however, I wanted to see how skillful the men in Glorpin’s employ are,” Harry murmured, taking the exit to Diagon Alley. He wanted to see if the man would follow them.

He did, but he made sure to fall back as it was harder for him and his ragged cloak and unkempt hair to mingle in the crowd in Diagon Alley.

Oh, he’s good.

They weren’t dealing with amateurs, that much was certain.

“Do you recognize him?” Harry asked, making his way to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. He had an idea to lose the man, something that wouldn’t be as suspicious as apparating away in the middle of the street. They were supposed to be foreigners with no knowledge of London, after all. The kind of people that used fixed points of travel like the floo or portkeys instead of apparating.

“No. Do you?”

Harry shook his head. “This is bad,” he muttered under his breath as he pushed open the door and stepped into the busy shop. “Their organization is bigger than we thought it was. Our files have no information on that man.”

Before Daphne could reply, Harry walked up to George. He smiled politely at the unknown couple. Harry spotted Ron holding court in the far corner of the store, demonstrating a Canary Puff on an unsuspecting Hogwarts student wearing a Chudley Canons jersey.

“How can I help you?”

“I-” Harry paused and cleared his throat when he spotted the man enter the store, and adopted the deep baritone he had used in Glorpin’s shop. “We… My wife and I need assistance in siring an heir,” he said haughtily.

“I’m afraid fertility potions are regulated, sir,” George replied. “You’ll need to go to St. Mungo’s. If you like I’ll write you the address?”

“Ah. You misunderstand. We have fertility potions.” Harry coughed delicately and lowered his voice. “We have heard you have… equipment that will help us get in the mood.”

George chuckled. “That we do. You’re in luck, we just got a new batch yesterday. If you’ll follow me.” He started to walk to the backroom of the massive store. Harry followed, knowing there was no way their pursuer would risk detection by walking into the tiny room along with them.

They could easily escape by using the secret floo connection George had installed for Aurors, and their tail would be none the wiser.

Except George hadn’t been kidding when he had told them he’d gotten new toys. The adult section of the store wasn’t the tiny room Harry remembered anymore. It was half the size of the main store, and housed rack after rack of every toy and equipment imaginable.

“Here’s a cart.” Harry grabbed the wheeled cart George pushed in his direction. “Feel free to explore. If you have any questions, I am here to help. If you buy something and want to try it out immediately, we also have private changing rooms,” George said, gesturing to one corner of the dimly lit space.

Harry nodded, groaning internally as he watched George walk over to greet the man who had been following them. He glanced around the store, spotting Hannah’s familiar mop of strawberry blond hair by the ‘Lubes’ section while a man he did not recognize was admiring the floggers.

Not crowded enough to slip through the secret entrance unnoticed.

“Walk around, grab anything you like. Act like we’re just a normal couple shopping for things to spice up our bedroom,” Harry whispered.

Daphne nodded, her curious eyes roving over the racks. She flitted from row to row, examining this thing and that. Harry walked between the aisles, adding more than a dozen toys and equipment to the cart before reaching Daphne.

“Masquerade masks?” Harry asked, staring at the brightly colored and glittery masks Daphne was staring at.

Daphne nodded. “I liked it. Back in the store, the thought of people watching us… watching you claim me without really knowing who we were… I liked it,” she admitted shyly. “Nobody believes that you want me. That you’re happy with the quiet wallflower from Slytherin. You heard Astoria… even my sister thinks I’m just the prim, proper, boring woman you keep at home while you go have fun with your mistress. I want our friends to see you claim me. I think I want the world to see you claim me as yours but I don’t-”

“I get it,” Harry whispered, bending to brush his lips against his shy girlfriend’s forehead. He reached out and plucked two masks, a black one for himself and a scarlet one for her. “One day, when things settle down we’ll use these,” he said with a small smile, adding the masks to their cart.

As he studied the items in their overflowing cart, he suddenly got an idea. “Herr Owner!” he called out, beckoning George over. He fished out the box of Ben Wa Balls and held it up with a questioning look on his face.

“Ah,” George grinned, his smile growing at the sight of Daphne’s bright pink cheeks. “Our charmed Ben Wa Balls. They can safely stay in your partner all day and as long as you’re within ten feet of your lovely wife, you can control the intensity of their vibrations.”

Harry glanced at the price tag, fished out two galleons, and handed the coins over to George. “We would like to try it now.”

Daphne’s blush deepened at George’s chuckle. She squeaked and hid her face in Harry’s shoulder, allowing him to lead her to the first of the two private trial rooms.

“I didn’t mean we had to start right away,” Daphne mumbled, squirming under his intense gaze.

“Unfortunately this is part of my plan to lose our tail, love. The fact that it’s kinky is just a happy coincidence,” Harry whispered, grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms over her head. “If your hands move, the next thing I try from our cart is that big black leather paddle,” Harry warned, kissing her softly.  He pushed her legs apart, chuckling at the needy groan that escaped her lips.

“You’re mine, Daphne Greengrass,” Harry whispered. He pulled out the Ben Wa Balls, rolling the two shiny silver orbs in his hands to warm them up. “And while I’ve loved this heavenly year that we’ve spent tucked away from people, I think it’s time I let the world know that.”

“I… I thought you were ashamed of me,” Daphne mumbled, all her insecurities bubbling to the surface. “Why would the Boy-Who-Lived want to be photographed on a dinner date with the quiet, awkward Magizoologist who has more niffler friends than human ones?”

Harry sighed. After a lifetime of attention, all he wanted was a quiet life. But not at the cost of making the woman he loved feel like he was ashamed of her. “Because he loves her,” Harry whispered, gently pushing the Ben Wa balls inside her tight pussy.

“Y-you do?” Daphne stammered, her eyes wide. He’d never said it out loud. Not those exact words. She moaned loudly, the sound carrying out to the rest of the store as the charm activated and the balls vibrated violently inside her pussy. Daphne collapsed in her boyfriend’s arms, gasping for breath.

“Yes, silly. I love you,” Harry repeated, kissing her head. “And I can’t wait for the day we are married for real.”

“And babies?” Daphne asked innocently.

Why the fuck is Tonks always right?

“We can uh… we can discuss it,” Harry mumbled, hoping to nip the baby fever in the bud. While he wanted nothing more than a family of his own, he had no idea what being a father meant. A part of him was terrified he’d end up like the only father he grew up watching. He had seen the damage Vernon Dursley did to his son growing up and had decided long ago that he’d rather die than subject his children to the same.

“I love you too,” Daphne whispered in between breathless moans.

Harry kissed her softly, playfully smacking her firm butt before pulling away.

“Herr Owner?” he called out in a panicked tone, poking his head out of the trial room. “Can you please come in?! Something’s wrong.”

He dispelled their glamor charms, chuckling at George’s shocked expression when he walked in and saw them standing in his trial room.

“I… what… okay…” To his credit, he recovered quickly. “Is this some kinky game? If you two thought of me for a threesome I’m flattered, I really am, but I’m taken,” he said, holding up his hand to show the plain gold band on his finger. “Try Ron? He’s out there hawking today’s third batch of Canary Puffs.”

Daphne gagged. “I… I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I just… no, sorry.” She gagged again.

“We’re on a mission,” Harry said, knowing they had limited time before the man outside got suspicious. “The man you’ve tried explaining the function of a spanking table to for the last ten minutes is tailing us. Can you help us lose him?”

George nodded. “Say no more.”

“The secret entrance to the Auror section is still through here, right?” Harry nodded to the wall behind him.

“Yes, sir. Take the floo, I’ll keep him occupied and he’ll think you left the store without him noticing.”

Harry nodded. “Oh, and George? Keep my cart aside, will you?”

George shot him a mock salute before walking out of the trial room.

“Come on.” Harry tapped the uppermost wooden panel on the right side of the wall, watching as the wall melted away to reveal the section that stored the various items George designed specifically for Aurors.

Harry walked past shield cloaks and cursed daggers, to the fireplace that already had a fire burning merrily behind the grate.

“Single connection Floo. It’s only connected to my office, so you don’t need to say anything,” Harry explained, grabbing a fistful of floo powder from the tiny pot attached to the wall and throwing it into the fireplace. The fire blazed bright green and Harry allowed Daphne to step inside before following her.

The two tumbled out into his office, causing a very surprised Tonks to jump out of the chair she had been lounging in.

“What happened?” she asked, watching Harry help Daphne to her feet. Daphne moaned quietly, the rough floo ride having caused the vibrating Ben Wa Balls to move deeper inside her. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed next to Harry, hoping their observant friend wouldn’t ask why she reeked of sex.

“Let me guess… everything went wrong.”

“Yes. The mission was still a success,” Harry muttered, dumping the briefcase full of fertility salves on his desk. “That’s all that matters.”

“You alright, hun?”

Daphne nodded desperately. She kept her lower lip trapped between her teeth, not trusting herself to speak. Harry, it seemed, had other plans. The vibrations of the balls increased in intensity and she couldn’t help herself. She moaned loudly and leaned against a wall, her eyes silently begging Harry to end the torture.

Tonks laughed. “Merlin, I can’t wait to read the after-action report for this mission. What’s going on with our cutie? Why does she look like she’s about to cum her brains out?”

Right on cue, Daphne sank to the floor. “H-haaaaary!” she moaned as she exploded without warning, her arousal gushing out of her and staining her light blue sundress and the rug below her.

“Daphne wants something and I’m giving her a taste of it in a safe setting and surrounded by people we trust,” Harry explained calmly. Tonks simply chuckled and nodded. “I need you to call Victoria back. There’s no point waiting in the Leaky Cauldron anymore. I also need you to send someone to grab Mundungus.”

“That stinking rat?” Tonks scowled. She still hadn’t forgiven the cowardly Order member for being responsible for the death of her mentor.

“We need him, Tonks.”

“We can’t trust him.”

“We have enough dirt on him to make sure he cooperates. If he doesn’t, we hand him over to the Enforcement Division and it’s off to Azkaban for a very long time.”

Tonks nodded, but she didn’t seem happy about it.

“Speaking of, I need you to find out the fuckwit in that department who authorized yesterday’s raid in Knockturn against my explicit instructions to stay away this week. It nearly got us killed today,” Harry growled. “And finally, get a team to study this briefcase, the jars inside, and the salve itself. If they don’t find anything dangerous, bring it to my apartment tonight.”

“Got it bossman,” Tonks said with a playful salute.

Harry nodded before walking over to Daphne. He grabbed her arm and helped the barely conscious girl to her feet, guiding her back to the fireplace so they could take the floo to their apartment.

“We’ll discuss the case tonight after dinner Tonks. I have a few… things I need to do till then,” Harry murmured before stepping into the bright green flames with Daphne.

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“Any updates?” Harry pulled open the door to his apartment and stepped aside to allow Tonks to enter. He pushed his hand through his damp hair, staring at his deputy questioningly.

“Merlin, how long a shower did you take?” Tonks teased, staring at her boss. He was wearing a loose white t-shirt and shorts that left much of his perfectly-sculpted, muscular physique on display. If it weren’t for the fact that he was her son’s godfather and she thought of him and by extension Daphne as her closest friends, she’d have sat on both their gorgeous faces a long time ago. She could find hot men and women to fuck in every bar in London. Genuine friends, well, they were much harder to come by. There was also the small matter of the couple only having eyes for each other, and she doubted they had any interest in someone else joining them in bed.

“Trust me, if you had been in that disgusting love shack Glorpin’s made for his customers, you’d still be under running water,” Harry muttered, shutting the door behind Tonks.

“I’m guessing that wasn’t the only reason,” Tonks teased, her eyes gleaming playfully. “Do you ever let our resident cutie have a minute to herself?”

“We’re not attached at the hip, Tonks. Daphne wasn’t-” A loud moan cut him off. “In the shower with me,” Harry finished mildly, ignoring the lewd moans originating from the kitchen.

“Every time. Every time I come over it’s something new,” Tonks teased, rolling her eyes. “Although I don’t think I’ve interrupted the two of you fucking in the kitchen before.”

“An easy solution would be to come over less often?” Harry suggested.

“Oh, please. You love having me over.” Tonks threw an arm around Harry’s shoulders as they walked across the living room. She dumped the two briefcases she was carrying on the couch and turned to Harry with a mischievous smile. “I’d tell you two to get a room but my sex life is deader than the Dead Sea and I live vicariously through you and your Slytherin princess so I might as well make some popcorn and watch the show.”

“What happened to that muggle biker? He seemed pretty great.”

“The one with the green leather jacket?”

“Yep.”

“He thought kissing was foreplay and doggy style was kinky. He was lucky I didn’t kick him out in the middle of the night.” Tonks snorted. “I did keep the rad jacket though.”

“Tonks?!” Daphne gasped, watching them enter the kitchen with huge gray eyes. She bit her lip to stifle the moan building up in her throat. “Y-you’re… you’re early!” she moaned loudly, unable to help herself.

“Yea, I…” Tonks trailed off, her throat suddenly dry as she turned her attention to Daphne. The curvy blonde was kneeling on the dining table, her head resting on a fluffy white pillow. Her hands were pulled behind her back, wrists tied together with pink rope. Her legs were spread and her thighs were gleaming with the arousal coating her skin. “W-what’s that?” Tonks asked hoarsely, pointing to the shiny silver box humming quietly behind Daphne. Her hair turned from bubblegum pink to dark red and she pressed her thighs together.

Harry spread Daphne’s legs further, letting Tonks study the silver shaft pistoning the large veiny dildo in and out of Daphne’s dripping slit.

SMACK!

“AH!” Daphne groaned, squirming helplessly. A bright pink handprint formed on the pale skin of her firm ass.

Harry gently kneaded her cheeks, studying the fucking machine with a clinical look. “Just something I noticed during our mission today. The jars of salves are charmed with every conceivable spying charm known to us, yes?”

“Yes,” Tonks mumbled, her eyes fixed on the moaning blonde girl on the table.

“I guessed as much.” There were two reasons he had picked out the machine. One, it added another fun element to their bedroom life. Two, it, combined with the dildo modeled after his own cock would fool the spying charms he had already suspected were laced into the briefcase and the jars even if he was away.

“Why the little game?” Tonks asked. It wasn’t as if she appreciated the show. The sight of Daphne Greengrass’ gorgeous blonde curls and perfect hourglass-shaped body was enough to drive anyone crazy. That, combined with the lewdness of the situation the poor girl found herself in meant…

Yeah, I’m going to need a long shower myself when I get back home, Tonks thought, her hair darkening to maroon. And I need to find a kinky bastard who loves me as much as Harry loves Daphne.

“The only truly good thing to come out of today is me finding out my girlfriend is a bit of an exhibitionist,” Harry chuckled. Daphne’s cheeks flushed as his fingers threaded through her hair and he gently tugged on her golden curls to pull her head up until she was facing Tonks. While he was more than happy to indulge Daphne’s fantasies of Kinky Masquerades and Costume Parties, he knew something that big required baby steps. Tonks was the perfect candidate for an audience. She was one of their closest friends, not to mention just as kinky as them. “You like the idea of people watching me claim you, don’t you princess?”

“Yes,” Daphne mumbled, her voice barely audible.

“What was that?” Harry asked, wiping the drool trickling down Daphne’s chin with his thumb. “I couldn’t hear you, princess. Must be the humming, let me turn it down.” Harry’s hand moved to the dial of the machine but instead of turning it to the left, he turned it nearly all the way to the right. The machine shuddered and the shaft sped up, pistoning the dildo furiously in and out of Daphne’s tight core. “You like the idea of people watching us, yes?” Harry asked again.

“YES!” Daphne screamed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came, her juices soaking the dildo pumping in and out of her and the table underneath her. “YES! I want Tonks to know you’re mine! I want Tori to know it so she stops scheming to take you from me! I want everyone to know it!” Daphne babbled. “You’re mine!”

Harry lowered the setting back down to a leisurely fuck.

“I’m yours. Nothing, no one will change that,” Harry whispered, pushing a strand of hair away from her damp forehead before placing a kiss on it. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Daphne whispered shyly.

“I’m going to go to the living room and discuss the case with Tonks. Will you be a good girl and wait for me to finish?”

“Yes, sir,” Daphne murmured tiredly, closing her eyes and enjoying the dildo lazily fucking her aching pussy.

Harry nodded to the living room and walked out of the kitchen, with Tonks following him after one last look at Daphne.

“What… was that?” Tonks rasped once she was seated on the couch. She turned to Harry who had taken his usual seat in the comfy armchair by the fireplace, subconsciously rubbing her thighs together.

“Payback,” Harry replied cheerfully. “Consider yourself lucky we’re not discussing the case in the kitchen.”

“Payback?!” Tonks asked indignantly, glaring at Harry.

“Well, more like tit for tat, I guess. You put the idea of babies in my girlfriend’s head… it seemed only fair that I fire up your imagination by showing you a glimpse of the hot kinky sex you could be having.” Harry smirked. “Now we’re both frustrated about something.”

“You’re an asshole, Harry Potter.”

Harry chuckled.

“I just have one question… where can I get one of those?”

Notes:

The story is still very much going to be Harry/Daphne, I haven't changed my mind about that. But I want Tonks to have a happy ending too, and Harry and Daphne are going to use their newfound kink to show her everything she has been missing out on and help her get a partner! As for the mystery, it is heating up. Is there a mole in the Ministry, sabotaging their efforts? Is Glorpin the ring leader? So many questions, so few answers for now. If you'd like to discuss the story with me, use the link in the Pinned Post to join my Discord Server!