Lessons For A Happy Marriage Chapter 2.

Content Warnings: Rough, Breast Play, Spanking, Teasing, Anal, Threesome.

Grimmauld Place, 27 Years Later:

“You have to be kidding me,” Jasmine Black groaned, staring at her parents incredulously. “I came to you for pointers, not to learn my entire life has been a lie. Everyone I talk to tells me you two are the poster couple for a fairytale romance!”

“I still loved… love your father, darling,” Hannah smiled, leaning into Harry’s chest. Her smile grew when her husband wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her tiny body onto his lap.

“Oh, that part is clear. Nauseatingly so,” James Sirius Potter interjected from behind the kitchen counter, dumping half a bottle of maple syrup on his pancakes. “It’s just that Jasmine expected that when you proposed to Mama it was something romantic, not a random ‘A faceless Unspeakable thinks we’re perfect for each other, let’s get married.’ muttered in the middle of a dark hallway,” he explained, smearing the sticky liquid on the pancakes. “At least when you proposed to Daphne you were all alone in a cramped tent in a thunderstorm with the threat of imminent death hanging over your heads. Atmosphere. Theatrics.” He rolled up his breakfast and pushed it into his mouth.

“The tent wasn’t that cramped. And we weren’t alone. Hermione was there too. She played the cello-” Harry paused, a confused expression on his face. “Why are you addressing your mother by her first name?” The kids had different names for the mothers in their lives. Hannah was mama, Lavender was mum, and Daphne was mom. Or at least, she used to be.

James had already left, but Jasmine answered. “Because mom made us all swear to only call her Daphne after an intern at the Daily Prophet told her she looked ‘good’ for someone with a son as old as James last week,” Jasmine muttered, rolling her eyes fondly. Even though she lived in a madhouse, there was no other family (or parents), she’d rather have. And she was pretty sure the rest of her siblings thought the same as well.

“Why are you even thinking about proposing, snuggle bug?” Hannah asked, changing the topic. She had successfully navigated her way out of her own mid-life crisis and she wasn't about to let her girlfriend's shenanigans goad her back to her brief (and ill-considered) leather jacket phase.

“Because we’ve been dating for nearly six years now and while my boyfriend is amazing, sweet, and kind, not to mention the son of the coolest guy in existence-” Jasmine paused at the sight of Harry raising his eyebrows. “Dad, I love you, but Fred’s dad is the inventor of the Canary Cream. Anyways, I don’t think he’s ever going to pick up on my hints and propose. So I thought I’d do it myself.”

“Don’t worry, darling. You’ll always be the coolest man for me,” Hannah whispered, leaning up to kiss Harry. They pulled away when Jasmine pretended to gag.

“I’m going to let you in on a secret, Jasmine,” Hannah smiled. “It doesn’t matter if your proposal is some random gesture like what happened with me and your father, or if it’s a big spectacle like how your Uncle Nev proposed to Auntie Hermione. When you look back at the night you proposed, it won't matter if it was in a dark hallway or on the grounds surrounded by beautiful flowers and with half the school watching. You'll treasure it just the same because the most important thing about the proposal is that you're with the person you love."

Jasmine frowned. "But it seems you didn't even know dad back then."

"Didn't I?" Hannah challenged softly. "Perhaps we weren't as close as he was with Fi or with your Auntie Hermione but that doesn't mean I didn't know him at all. I'm pretty sure all of you are exhausted with our tales so I won't bore you with a rehash, but we've been good friends ever since I went to apologize for believing all those horrible lies about him at the end of our second year. I joined Dumbledore's Army in our fifth year and your father was the one holding my hand when I conjured a Patronus for the very first time."

"You stuck around for the Battle of Hogwarts," Harry whispered, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers together.

"You saved me from Rookwood," Hannah continued, squeezing his hand. She leaned in for another kiss, only to pull away when her daughter loudly cleared her throat. "What I mean to say, snuggle bug, is that I had always had a crush on your father. If he wasn't so preoccupied with saving all of Magical Britain from a murderous maniac I'd wager we'd have gotten together much sooner."

Jasmine nodded. Their love story, like everything else about her parents, was completely unconventional. But then, she was a girl about to ask her adorable but oblivious boyfriend to be her husband, and that too was pretty unconventional. "Can you tell me more? About that night?" She asked shyly. "Maybe it'll inspire me?"

"Of course." Harry smiled. "Do you mind getting us all some tea?"

"Yep!"

"We're censoring stuff, right?" Harry whispered once their daughter had left. "I doubt you want her to know you were so nervous after getting your letter that you and Susan got drunk. You then proceeded to bare your soul and your deepest, kinkiest desires to me in that hallway and then I had to take you to the kitchens so Kreacher could get a sobriety potion for you."

"Of course, I don't want my daughter to know that part of our 'romantic' night!" Hannah hissed, her cheeks pink.

"And I presume we're also leaving out what Fi and I did to you later that night?"

Hannah turned the shade of a beetroot. "Harry Potter," she growled, channeling her inner Daphne, "if you breathe a word of my first time with you and Fi you better be prepared to sleep on the living room couch for a month."

"Just teasing you, princess," Harry chuckled. "It was a pretty good night."

"Yeah," Hannah murmured dreamily, snuggling deeper into her husband's chest, "yeah it was…"

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The Common Room, Present Day:

“Well, this is a fine mess,” Hermione chuckled from her place in the comfy armchair by the fireplace. A fire was roaring in the ornate grate, filling the small Common Room belonging to the Head Boy and Girl with light and warmth.

After Harry’s little display in the library, a heavily blushing Hannah had buttoned up her blouse as best she could, collected her books, and ignored the wolf whistles of her housemates as she left the library to start her new life. The idea of getting married to the Savior of the Wizarding World was intimidating enough, but the thought of being shared with his gorgeous, talented, and deadly wife?

The idea of that should have terrified the crap out of Hannah Abbott. Instead, the only thing the petite blonde could think of, seated between Harry and Daphne on the long couch in the room was the fantasy of being sandwiched between husband and wife while they ravished her tiny body.

“Yeah,” Daphne said sympathetically, glancing up at the shut door of Harry’s dorm, then out the open window at the full moon shining brightly in the cloudless night sky. They’d gotten Lavender settled in his bed soon after returning from the library. “I didn’t think the start of her heat cycle would hit her this badly,” Daphne murmured, chewing her lower lip in worry.

Harry and Hermione both hid smiles with the back of their hands. While Daphne tried to pretend otherwise, they both knew the woman had a heart of gold. She was prickly and abrasive and used sarcasm as a shield to hide her feelings, but at the end of the day, there was nothing she wouldn’t do to help a magical creature or human she cared about.

“I’ll talk to Madame Pomfrey tomorrow. See if there’s something to reduce the effects of the fever and body pain. Luckily, Lavender tells me it’ll only last a day, and that by tomorrow night she’ll be a horny ball of energy. So I guess we have that to look forward to,” Daphne said, trying to sound annoyed. It didn’t work.

“That wasn’t the mess I was talking about, but I’m glad to see you have a handle on things, Greengrass,” Hermione teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Oh fuck off, Granger. I’m not doing anything extraordinary.”

“You tucked her in bed and spoon-fed her a fever potion. You kissed her forehead before we left. You probably haven’t spoken to her more than ten times before your little display in the Common Room today,” Hermione pointed out, her grin growing.

“And? I’d do the same for Hannah if she got sick,” Daphne countered, grabbing Hannah’s hand and squeezing it gently. Hannah looked down at their enjoined hands and blushed, her poor brain short-circuiting at the ease with which Harry and Daphne had established their claims on her.

“Darling?” Harry chuckled.

“Yes, dearest?”

“That assertion really isn’t helping your case.”

“You’re already sleeping on the couch for a week, Potter. Do you want to make it a month?” Daphne growled half-heartedly. While she didn’t love Lavender, although Daphne was sure it would come soon enough, she was now part of the family. Their family. And no force or power in the world could stop her from protecting her brood.

“What mess are you talking about Mione?” Harry asked hastily, before Daphne could carry out her threat. He knew she was (mostly) joking, but a part of him was also sure that Daphne Potter wouldn’t hesitate to make her husband sleep on the couch.

“Marriage. I’m having a hard time getting used to everything with Neville and that’s just one person. I have no idea how all of you are going to manage things.”

“That’s easy,” Harry drawled lazily. He turned to Daphne and winked. She grinned and returned it, both of them turning their attention to the blushing blonde between them. “We ravish our cuties,” Harry whispered huskily, pushing his hand under Hannah’s gray skirt.

“And then Harry ravishes me,” Daphne added, her slender fingers slipping under Hannah’s skirt from the other side. “Then we all go to sleep, a big happy… marriage? Married… something?”

Hannah alternated between looking at Harry and Daphne, her heart hammering in her chest. Their hands were slowly moving up her thighs, pushing her legs apart as they made their way to her embarrassingly damp panties.

“And how will you go to bed?” Hermione challenged, rolling her eyes. She was far too used to their public displays of affection to be flustered.

“In my bed, Mione. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I happen to have one of those up in my room.”

“Your bed barely fits two people,” Hermione shot back. “Say you expand it. Who sleeps where? Who cuddles whom? Do you have a way to divide dates and nights alone to make sure nobody feels left out, Harry?”

“You worry too much,” Daphne murmured, trying not to frown. As much as she hated to admit it, her nerdy Gryffindor friend had a point. “Those are just small growing pains. We’ll figure it all out.”

“Okay. A house, then. You’ll need a house. What kind of house do you want?”

“Grimmauld Place,” Harry and Daphne replied without hesitation, while Hannah went, “we buy the Leaky Cauldron and convert one wing into our house.”

Hannah blushed. “Uhm… sorry. That’s always been the dream for me,” she whispered.

“No reason we can’t do both, sweetie,” Harry said reassuringly. His free hand moved to her chest, slowly unbuttoning her inside-out blouse.

“One of the advantages of marrying into the Potter-Black-Greengrass clan. We’re loaded,” Daphne added, grinning at Hermione who scowled in response.

“You know I’m right, Greengrass,” Hermione muttered, slamming her book shut and turning to her friend. “When we were on the run, it was easy for you and Harry to be a married couple. There was nothing to think about but the stress of finding the Horcruxes and the… the… the…”

“Fucking,” Daphne offered helpfully.

“Intercourse to release all the stress building up,” Hermione muttered, her face red. “Once the euphoria dies down all of us are going to realize there’s much more to marriage and raising children than cute proposals and finding the right person to-”

“Sleep with?” Harry finished with a grin.

“Yes! And it’s distressing you’re not taking it more seriously,” Hermione said.

“Mione,” Daphne interjected, running a hand through her sleek, blonde hair. “We know. We know marriage isn’t all hot railing and cuddling. But we aren’t you and Neville. We won’t be making lists and weighing the Pros and Cons of every decision. We’ll take it seriously, but we’ll also do things our way. You got your letter a week ago. We got ours today. For now, let us have one last night of fun, hmm?”

“Hmph,” Hermione muttered but relented, dropping the topic.

The serious atmosphere was shattered by a loud moan from Hannah as Harry’s fingers pushed her panties to one side and gently caressed her wet slit.

“The two of you are fucking Hannah behind the couch, aren’t you?”

“Would you believe Hannah if she told you she has a leg cramp?” Harry asked, grinning at the red-faced Hufflepuff who was biting her lower lip to stifle any further moans.

“Unbelievable.” Hermione grabbed her book and jumped to her feet, stomping to the staircase that led up to her room. “No intercourse on my armchair or my table!”

“Hey Granger, I think Neville forgot to pull the plug out of your ass today,” Daphne shot back.

Hermione flipped her friend the bird before slamming her warded door shut.

“As much as I hate to admit it, our straitlaced logical friend has a point, husband,” Daphne murmured, turning her attention to Harry. “We’re actually going to have to give a damn about our domestic life now.”

“We can worry about that tomorrow. You said we get one night, right?”

“Yep. Want me to leave you alone with this adorable doll?” Daphne teased, kissing Hannah’s red cheek.

“I think she’d prefer it if you stayed,” Harry murmured, ignoring Hannah’s pleading looks.

Hannah didn’t know if it was possible for her to turn any redder, but she was about to find out.

“Will she now?” Daphne quirked an eyebrow. “What exactly happened when you met her, Harry?”

Hannah opened her mouth to protest, only to be silenced by Harry pushing his fingers between her lips and gagging her with them.

“Well, I thought I’d talk to you and we’d meet her together tomorrow. But while I was finishing up my rounds, she collided with me in a dark hallway in the basement. She was drunk and had convinced herself it was a good idea to come up to the Head Dormitory and declare her crush on me in her current state.”

Hannah moaned pitifully around his fingers.

Daphne grinned. “You know, this story almost makes me want to forgive you for cheating on our bet. What happened next?”

“Well, she proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes peppering my face with kisses, calling me the hottest man alive, and sharing her kinkiest fantasies.”

“About you?”

“Phlease dhont,” Hannah mumbled, her round cheeks resembling beetroots. Somehow the embarrassment was turning her on just as much as Harry’s fingers caressing her labia, and a trickle of arousal seeped out of her virgin pussy. She turned to Daphne with big, pale blue eyes, “I likhe you,” she admitted, blushing wildly.

“Hmm?”

“The kinky fantasies were about us, Fi,” Harry grinned. “You remember the fun we had with Luna before she found Rolf?”

“Best nights of my life,” Daphne replied with a grin. She helped Harry tug Hannah’s blouse down her arms, pulling it away from her body and carelessly tossing it to the floor. “It warmed my cold, black heart when they both got each other's names in their letters.”

“Well, Luna wasn’t exactly discreet about it. And Hannah wants a more intense version of what we had with Luna,” Harry explained, his eyes gleaming.

“Does she now?” Daphne’s hand closed around Harry’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of Hannah’s mouth. “Is that what you want, princess?”

Hannah nodded shyly.

SMACK!

Hannah yelped as the palm made contact with her chest, her eyes flying down to her pert breast, jiggling gently underneath her simple pink bra.

“Your words, pumpkin. Use your words,” Daphne growled. Harry looked on with a grin, his fingers lazily teasing her needy pussy.

“Yes,” Hannah gasped, her poor brain unable to handle the hot couple focusing all their attention on her.

SMACK!

“Yes, what?”

Hannah cried out, squirming between her lovers. “Yes…” she paused, desperately racking her stubbornly blank brain to bring up details from all the erotica she had secreted under her bed. “Yes, mistress!”

SMACK!

“Ow! I’m sorry, mistress!”

“What for?”

“I don’t know?” Hannah mumbled, grinding desperately against the fingers slowly pushing inside her.

“Are you going to do the polite thing and ask your husband, or just assume he’s going to give you what you want?” Daphne asked.

Hannah blushed and turned to Harry with big, innocent eyes. “Please?”

“Of course,” Harry whispered, grabbing her chin and turning her towards him. He pressed his lips against hers for a bruising kiss, his tongue darting in when she moaned. Their tongues playfully dueled and danced all while Daphne worked to take off Hannah’s bra.

Hannah moaned and pulled away when her petite breasts sprang free, her eyes instinctively traveling to admire Daphne’s pink handprint against her pale skin.

“Do you want to tell your mistress what you want to be, Hannah?” Harry grinned, joining in on the teasing. He pulled his hand out of her, holding up his glistening fingers in the dim candlelight. “What’s gotten you so very wet, sweetie?” he asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her tiny body onto his lap.

“Uhm… I… Uhm…” Hannah mumbled, her poor brain short-circuiting at the gentle pressure of the massive tent in Harry’s trousers pressing against her soft thigh. “I… I wanna be your pretty little princess,” Hannah mumbled, humping desperately against him.

“And?” Harry coaxed gently.

“I want your mark on me and your seed in my belly!” Hannah moaned, the dam suddenly breaking. It was impossible to play it cool and act like she didn’t have a massive crush on the two people toying with her, not while she was practically riding on Harry Potter’s dick! “I… I want to be Hannah Black!”

Daphne chuckled and got to her feet, unbuttoning her own blouse and dropping it to the floor on her way to Harry’s desk. Like most days, she hadn’t bothered with a bra. She lazily pinched and rolled her own nipples between her fingers, turning them into stiff pink nubs for her husband's pleasure while her free hand pulled open the magically locked top drawer in Harry’s desk. She rooted around in the toys there, pulling out everything she thought she might need.

“And?” Harry asked gently, his hands grabbing Hannah’s hips and practically making her bounce on his clothed cock.

“I… I think Da-Mistress is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I want her mark on me too. I want you both,” Hannah mumbled. “Please sir!” she cried out, the rubbing of Harry’s rough trousers against her needy pussy proving to be unbearable. She needed more.

Daphne, never immune to a little flattery, turned and vanished Harry’s trousers and boxers. “Stop teasing the poor girl, dear husband,” she grinned, walking over with the toys she had picked.

Hannah’s eyes widened and she squealed loudly when instead of the usual cotton brushing against her soft skin when Harry brought her down on his bulge, his massive tip split her lips and pushed into her virgin pussy, her walls burning as they stretched to accommodate his girth.

Daphne sauntered over to the couple, her hips swaying with every step. She made sure to bounce on her soles so her large breasts jiggled, putting on quite the show for her husband. Harry’s cock twitched, brushing against Hannah’s sore walls and drawing another desperate groan out of her.

“V… virgin,” Hannah gasped, panting for breath.

Harry grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. “Don’t worry, princess. We’ll be gentle,” he whispered, slowly pushing her down on his shaft. Her wetness helped somewhat, but he was still big and she was still tiny, and her walls burned and ached as he pushed inch after inch of his length inside her.

Daphne knelt in front of the couple, pulling the Gryffindor tie in her hand down Hannah’s head. She let the strip of red and gold fabric settle between the Hufflepuff’s breasts, grinning as Harry’s breath hitched. “You like your doll in your colors, don’t you?” Daphne teased, flipping Hannah’s skirt and tucking it in its own waistband to reveal her round, firm ass. “There. That’s your husband’s mark on you, pet. You only wear Gryffindor ties to class starting tomorrow.”

“Yes mistress,” Hannah moaned, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders for support. Harry had paused when his tip hit resistance, waiting for her to get used to his presence before he took her flower.

“What about your mark?” Harry asked, mostly as a way to distract himself. Hannah was tight, her walls clamping down on his shaft in a grip of velvet iron. He was already close, a combination of her tightness and the absurdly hot situation he found himself in made it difficult to stay in control.

“The gift I got you for your birthday.” Daphne held up the small butt plug. The cold metal gleamed in the dim candlelight. Hannah couldn’t help herself, she turned to look, a mixture of fear and arousal on her face as she studied the plug.

“You mean the gift you got yourself for my birthday,” Harry teased, lazily pinching and twisting Hannah’s stiff nipples. She moaned, squirming helplessly on his lap, trapped between husband and wife. She was a mere plaything for them, and nothing in the world had ever aroused her more.

“Please.” Daphne stuck her tongue out teasingly at Harry. “You like seeing me plugged much more than I like wearing them. I can’t even see one when it’s in me!”

“Is that why that one has an emerald set in its hilt?” Harry challenged, tugging on Hannah’s nipple.

“Siiiiir!” The tiny blonde moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. She zoned out of the conversation, her poor overwhelmed brain focused only on the pleasure and pain coursing through her body. Her nipples turned into stinging nubs just as the stinging in her pussy subsided to a delicious dull ache and she began to grind against Harry once more, desperate for release.

“The color of your eyes!” Daphne shot back, grinning.

“And the golden snake etched into the emerald?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, our sweet doll asked her mistress to mark her, didn’t she? Have to make it something special,” Daphne pivoted, grinning at Harry’s chuckle. She held the plug against Hannah’s lips, slowly pushing it into her mouth. “Suck,” she ordered, teasing Hannah’s tight, puckered asshole with her pinky.

Hannah moaned and obediently followed the command, sucking on the toy and coating it with her own saliva.

“Thank you,” Hannah mumbled when Daphne pulled out the plug from her mouth.

“For what, doll?” Harry asked, watching Daphne spread Hannah’s pert cheeks, guiding the plug to her ass.

“For not judging me?”

“Darling, I don’t care if you think you have the weirdest or the most hardcore kinks in existence. I’ll never judge you,” Harry whispered, pulling her in for another kiss. His lips drowned out her scream as he thrust deep into her belly, taking her virginity at the same time Daphne pushed the plug into her ass, the couple stuffing both her holes and making their claim on the tiny blonde together.

Harry grabbed Hannah’s waist, his fingers sinking into the soft skin as he started to guide her up and down on his shaft, the girl burying her face in the crook of his neck as she bounced on his cock.

The pain subsided in a matter of minutes and before long Hannah was moaning wantonly as she bounced on her future husband’s cock, her mind entirely focused on the thick shaft thrusting deep into her belly every few seconds. She was full. So full. Her ass was stretched around the plug, the emerald poking out from between her asscheeks glinting in the light of the dying embers in the fireplace, the coil in the pit of her stomach getting tighter and tighter with every thrust of Harry’s cock in her aching womanhood.

Daphne looped her arms under Hannah’s shoulders, pulling her away from Harry’s neck and towards her. She grinned at her husband’s desperate grunts as he continued to ram into their lover’s tight pussy, knowing him well enough to see that he was trying to hold on for as long as possible. Time to speed things up, she decided.

Hannah turned obediently to her mistress, moaning as their lips met, Daphne’s tongue immediately swiping against her pink lips before proceeding to plunder her mouth. “Look at your dominant and repeat what I say,” Daphne whispered, her hand looping around Hannah’s body.

Hannah nodded, a loud moan escaping her parted lips as she turned and looked at Harry with eyes full of lust and devotion. “Oh… Merlin! Please!” She begged, sobbing for relief. The pressure building up was already unbearable, and Daphne had located her clit, her fingers gently caressing the sensitive bundle. “Please, sir! Please, mistress! Please please PLEASE!” she begged, her tongue lolling out as she panted.

“Look at Harry, doll,” Daphne ordered, gently pinching her clit.

“Yes! I’m sorry, mistress!” Hannah cried out, her eyes flying open at the jolt of pain in her very core.

“Tell him how much you want him.”

Hannah locked her big, innocent blue eyes with Harry’s. “I want you so badly, sir! I used to touch myself thinking about you after all our DA lessons!” she admitted, blushing furiously. Daphne increased the pressure on her clit, massaging the nub with her thumb. She scraped her nail against it, drawing out a strangled shriek from Hannah’s lips.

“Tell him what you want him to do,” Daphne whispered, her free hand moving to Harry’s balls. She rolled the cum-engorged orbs between her fingers, gently massaging them, and applying just the right amount of pressure. After nearly two years together, she knew exactly what got her husband off, and she couldn’t wait to teach her new girlfriends some tricks.

Teasing her husband was, after all, her favorite pastime. Second only to getting spanked for all the teasing she did. Daphne wondered what Hermione would think about all of them walking around the common room dressed only in lingerie ordered off Witch Weekly’s new Naughty Witch catalog. She turned her attention back to the couple above her when both Harry and Hannah moaned in unison.

“I… I want him to claim me as his pretty doll… fill me up with his cum…” Hannah breathed, swaying as the force of her building orgasm threatened to overwhelm her.

“Where do you want it, doll?” Daphne teased, her hand moving from her clit to her stomach. “In here?”

“Mhm!” Hannah nodded enthusiastically, keeping her eyes locked with Harry’s. His pupils were blown with lust, the man grunting as he continued to bounce Hannah’s tiny body up and down on his shaft with primal desperation to claim his mate. He was seconds away from an explosive release, and no amount of self-control would help him hold on any longer.

“Tell him,” Daphne whispered, caressing the small bulge that formed in Hannah’s belly every time Harry pushed into her tiny body.

“I… I want your seed in me, sir! Fill me, please?” Hannah begged, crying out as the dam finally burst. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped against Harry’s chest as her orgasm slammed into her. She came with a loud moan, her pussy clamping down around Harry’s shaft, trying to milk it for his seed even as she squirted her juices all around it. Her arousal coated his cock and dripped out of her, drenching his thighs and the sofa beneath them.

Harry was no better, exploding inside her with a loud groan. He stayed sheathed inside her as he shot rope after rope of thick cum inside her, filling her up just like she asked. Her fluttering walls massaging his throbbing manhood felt heavenly.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, holding her tight as the new lovers silently enjoyed their post-orgasmic bliss.

Daphne smiled and slowly got to her feet, snuggling into Harry’s unoccupied side and resting her head on his free shoulder.

“Mione’s right, you know?” Harry murmured after a few minutes of silence. Hannah had passed out, her cute snores the only sounds filling the quiet room. She moaned quietly as Harry pulled her free of his shaft but didn’t wake up, simply wrapping her arms around him and burrowing deeper into his warmth. “We have a lot to figure out.”

“And we will,” Daphne murmured, lazily admiring the plug poking out from between Hannah’s cheek. “And if we need help, I’m sure there’ll be someone to teach us…”

Notes:

I'm experimenting with longer chapters, let me know if you like them! No Aurora in this chapter, because I'm running a poll and I want it to run for a few more days so nobody feels left out. If you want (or don't want) Guest Teachers like Rosemerta to feature, remember to go vote for your choice! No matter who wins though, the focus will mainly be on Harry, his girls, and Aurora. A Discord Invite link is in my pinned post, if you wanna join! How many kids do you think they end up having?