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Harry woke up with a warm feeling around his shaft. He didn't need to look to know that it was Daphne.

The mother of his children…

Wasn't that a shock? Though, surprisingly, it wasn't as shocking as he had first thought. He might have maintained bigger concerns if it wasn't for his ability to read her mind. He might have been concerned whether she had actual maternal feelings, or it was a dangerous ploy to somehow trap him.

Luckily, his unmatched capability in mind arts allowed him to read her mind to see she was honest, removing that concern … only leaving the task of being a parent while a war was going on.

Simple.

He said nothing, enjoying the morning treatment. Daphne was clearly enthusiastic about providing him with the satisfaction, showing just how much she missed his physical presence. And, she was quite skilled.

Only when a moan escaped his mouth Daphne stopped. "Good morning," she said, before she returned to her task.

"Good morning to you as well," he answered, not bothering to restrain his growing smile as he let himself get absorbed by the moment in front of him, her beautiful hair spilling down while her beautiful body — still not showing any signs of pregnancy, maybe except her breasts getting larger — stretched with every move to be more revealing in the elegant silk nightie she was wearing.

Her clothing did her best to look elegant and noble, an impression that was destroyed just as quickly by the enthusiasm she had been displaying as she devoured his length repeatedly.

The contrast was beautiful.

He said nothing for a while more, but a spell was enough to change her alignment, and bring her back closer to him. She tensed in preparation as his hand landed on her body … but that disappeared when his hand landed on her back, only to drive soft circles with a subtle motion of his hand, a much gentler touch than she had been expecting.

She didn't say anything even as his hand moved up and down along her back, making her tremble in soft excitement. It was a beautiful, gentle moment … one that turned not so innocent once his hand slipped lower and gripped her tight ass.

He smiled when she gazed at him without letting his shaft go, followed by another squeeze.

Her response was to reach the buttons of her nightie, and unbutton two of them. Just like that, her cleavage was enhanced significantly, giving him an enhanced glimpse of her cleavage … which looked even sexier with her pregnancy breasts.

Then, Kreacher popped into the room. Not to the room directly, but behind a furniture that hid him from the view completely. "The know-it-all mudblood wants to see you, Mudblood master," Kreacher said.

That managed to earn Daphne's alarmed gaze. His answer didn't help it any. "Oh, bring her here," he said, then looked down to Daphne. "In about fifteen minutes."

"Yes, Mudblood master," Kreacher said, and disappeared.

"That an … interesting house elf," Daphne said, clearly doing her best to keep her vocabulary clean.

"That he is," Harry answered with a chuckle. "A dangerously vicious bugger as well. He probably already earned his reputation as a Black house elf deservedly, then he had to stay alone in a crazy house for almost fifteen years. It didn't help much. I much prefer to face one of the elite Death Eaters rather than facing Kreacher. He can be surprisingly dangerous."

"N-noted," Daphne said, clever enough to understand the threat. "And, I'm guessing that know-it-all … girl he mentioned is Hermione."

Harry chuckled slightly at the way she avoided the word, even when repeating Kreacher's words.

A smart decision considering she would be staying here for the foreseeable future.

"Still, we have some time before Kreacher brings her here. Why don't you show me how the mother of my child would treat me," he whispered.

Daphne smirked confidently as she stood up and reached for her nightie. A little fumble later, it slipped off her body, leaving her utterly naked in front of her. He gestured for her to make a turn, taking note of her nudity once more, particularly the changes.

Then, he quirked his finger, and she took a step forward, her expression obedient and demure — while her thoughts showed just how badly that confident move aroused her for more.

He shifted to the side of the bed. "Kneel," he ordered.

Daphne followed that order and immediately dropped to her knees. She leaned forward to capture the crown, while she angled her body just right to wrap her tits around the base. It was a tough angle, but she managed it.

"Good work putting those breasts in use," he commented, his tone dismissive, but it contrasted with the gentle caress of her hair, which she enjoyed as much as his rough demeanor.

She blushed at his sudden gentleness more than his other orders, but she still leaned forward to take more of his length into her mouth. She stayed there for a while before she pulled for a breath. "Delicious," she whispered before she returned to her task, swirling her around.

Harry let out a grunt, tempted to push her down to hasten the fun, but he managed to suppress that desire. No need to ruin her fun when they were just starting. Instead, he just passed his fingers through her hair, giving her the positive feedback she desperately needed.

She took him deeper and deeper, soon deep enough that she wasn't able to keep her breasts around his girth. A loss, but not a big one when the compensation was the feeling of his shaft invading her throat.

She gagged, but didn't let it stop her. Instead, she pushed deeper, taking him deeper. Her chest heaved as she did so, further highlighting her breasts which were already at the peak.

"Impressive," he said as she looked up, her striking eyes meeting with his, barely holding back the temptation to push her down even more. But, he didn't need to read her mind to see she wanted to prove herself carnally.

A peek into her mind was enough to confirm the reason. After all, as one of the few Slytherins who actually deserved the cunning reputation, she was one of the best students when it came to collecting information.

Even if that hadn't been the case, Harry hadn't been particularly careful to hide his encounters. Particularly the inclusion of Lavender had ensured that there was no chance to keep it hidden. Naturally, Daphne knew that she was far from the only one. Her thoughts showed that, even with the pregnancy, she didn't expect it to change.

She just wanted to slowly maneuver herself to the top of the effective harem.

He might have a problem with the idea, but her thoughts were clear. She wanted to do that in the smartest and safest way possible … which was to earn and keep his favor to build on her advantage of carrying his child.

That, Harry had absolutely no problems with. He just leaned back, enjoying Daphne's enthusiastic blowjob, her occasional gags and gasps creating an excellent backdrop to the tight warmth around his presence.

Though, as she moved down, Harry noted that she didn't wear any lipstick. Pity, it would have been fun for her to leave some marks to the point she was able to clear … well, an idea for the latter. Instead, he pushed his hips forward slowly, helping her attempt to take him deeper into her throat.

Some slobber escaped from her mouth as he invaded faster, but that only made her sexier and more enthusiastic. She finally stopped, pulling back for a breather.

"Not bad," Harry said with a chuckle, and she smiled. "Too bad that you weren't able to take all of it in," he added, and her smile disappeared, replaced by a determined look.

"That was just the first day," she answered. "A few more repeats, and I'll make sure to take all of it." However, from the way she said, it was clear that she was trying to call it a day.

Or, not, Harry corrected his thoughts after a peek. She was trying to goad him into taking control and punishing her.

He could have done that, or he could punish her in a more special way. "Oh, you don't have to work hard," Harry answered, his smile growing. "You're pregnant, you don't have to push yourself too much. I can always ask Hermione to handle it. She doesn't have a reason not to push herself too much." His smirk widened. "Not yet, at least."

The way her expression bounced between panic and determination was as pleasurable as the blowjob she had been delivering … well, almost as pleasurable. "Oh, really. I never would have thought that miss know-it-all could go long enough without speaking to give a proper blowjob," Daphne said, reacting aggressively.

Then, without saying anything else, she leaned forward and grabbed his thigh, and with a push, took his entire length into her mouth and down her throat, enough that her nose pressed against his skin.

Showing that her determination was no joke. She moved up and down with a renewed pace, ignoring her lack of breath even as she used her leg as leverage. With that performance, it wouldn't take long for him to reach his completion.

But, before that could happen, a distinctive pop was heard, and Hermione appeared in the middle of the room, no doubt transported by Kreacher.

"Someone didn't wait until I arrived, and started to use Fleur…" Hermione started, only to gasp in shock when Daphne pulled back and smiled at her viciously. "Harry," Hermione said with a sharp, scandalized tone. "Please tell me this is Tonks…"