Susan's Submission Part 7 (Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass Commission)

Luna Lovegood was hunting. Not for a man, she already had the best one of hers. He had pumped a child into her, hence the bulge in the stomach of her robes as she walked around Diagon Alley. No, Luna was on the hunt for stories.

Big or small. Wacky or mundane… But mostly wacky. The Quibbler was in need of a new column, in Luna’s estimation, and she was taking it upon herself to provide it. She had a good nose for discovering unusual things. 

She was traveling pretty aimlessly, to tell the truth, meandering around between shops. The main thing Luna was doing was listening. It was incredible the things that you could overhear. 

Case in point: when Luna wandered past Allie’s Alley, a bar that mostly served a moderately upscale clientele, her small ears twitched, locking onto something interesting.

“It’s unbelievable… Unbelievable!” a woman was saying.

She was the same age as Luna with the same color of hair: blond. This woman’s blond hair was a shade darker, though. Her build was very different from Luna’s petite one. This woman had childbearing hips, large breasts, and was thick in all of the right places. She looked incredible, frankly, especially with the alcoholic flush in her cheeks marring her pale complexion. Across from her was an equally pretty half black witch with curly hair. Luna recognized the duo from Hogwarts. Daphne Greengrass (the blond) and Tracey Davis (her friend) were a pair of Slytherins. They’d been attractive then and the years had done well by them since.

Luna stopped to continue listening.

“I’m aware that you’re upset. You’ve reiterated your points continuously,” Tracey said. “You still have a private vault that has enough to live off of. Isn’t that enough for now, Daph?”

Daphne drank heavily from some kind of liquor in her glass.

“It’s improper!” Daphne said. “That’s my family vault! And they’ll, what, hold onto it forever? Take it from me? Just because I’m without a child? I’m still the heir!”

“Not according to the laws, apparently,” Tracey said.

“Outdated laws! Scams, it would be more accurate to call them!” Daphne said.

Tracey held her hands up, begging for peace. “I’m not the one who wrote the laws.”

“What laws?” Luna asked.

She threw herself into the third, unoccupied seat at the women’s table, causing both of them to jump. They stared at her, disbelieving that a stranger would join their conversation so suddenly.

“You’re… Luna. You were one of Potter’s ilk,” Daphne said.

Luna smiled. She certainly was one of his “ilk” although Daphne had no idea how true it was, these days.

“That’s right. I’m Luna. And you’re Daphne,” Luna said. “What’s the matter? You look like you have Snorcacks crawling through your hair. Something about vaults?”

Tracey looked reluctant to share their problems, however Daphne was too inebriated to hold back. 

“Damnable old laws!” Daphne said. “Because of how things used to be, they assume that any pureblood witch who’s of age will have a child already. My parents passed away in the war, with me as their eldest… But I can’t claim the vault because I don’t have a kid! It’s MY money, yet they think they can keep it from me!”

“I know where you can get one,” Luna said.

Daphne blinked in her direction. “Get what? A vault?”

“No, silly.” Luna patted the bulge on her stomach. “A child.”

Tracey and Daphne were silent, staring at her. 

“There’s plenty more where this came from,” Luna said, rubbing her tummy. “In fact, he shows no sign of slowing down any time soon. It wouldn’t be hard to squeeze you in… Although squeezing his dick inside might be difficult. It is extremely large.”

Tracey’s jaw dropped open, looking at Luna like she was insane. Daphne had a different reaction.

“Fuck it.” Daphne said, and drained the rest of her glass.

LINE BREAK

Harry was reading inside of his study when the door was thrown open. The action narrowed down who could be entering the room. Susan, Hannah, and the Patils were all too shy or proper to enter without knocking first. That meant it could only be Luna or Lavender. When he looked up, it turned out to be the more petite out of the two blonds… although she’d brought a stacked friend with her.

And, by Merlin, was that sexy body on full display.

“Harry! I brought you something interesting!” Luna said.

“Yeah… I can see that…” Harry said, his dick rising. 

The woman with Luna was stunning. She had a resting expression that didn’t show much emotion, which was honestly hot. Her face was proud and assured, even though the only thing she was wearing was a single thong. Her big breasts defied gravity while her hips were more than wide enough to hang onto, with just enough fat that they called out to be squeezed. Her body looked extremely soft and highly sexy. Harry’s dick finished standing up inside of his pants. 

“Daphne, right?” Harry asked.

“That’s correct.” She was slurring her words just a little bit. “And you’re Harry fucking Potter.”

Harry didn’t remember the aloof Slytherin as one to curse. Instead of the alcohol, Harry got the feeling that it was because she was in a foul mood.

“Can I help you with something?” Harry asked, already suspecting the answer.

“You can help me by filling my womb, so Wizengamot will finally see me as a proper witch,” Daphne declared.

Harry was definitely missing a bit of backstory. That said, he wasn’t in the mood to stand around exchanging pleasantries. He stood up and loosened his collar, beginning to strip out of his clothes. 

Smiling, Luna grabbed Daphne by the back of the thong. Luna dragged the thicker blond forward, guiding her using the skimpy underwear. When the fabric was pulled away from Daphne’s body, Harry got an even clearer view of her ass, which was already hanging out in the first place.

Luna led Daphne to Harry’s side of the desk where he worked from home, turning the former Slytherin around. Daphne didn’t fight it, planting her palms on the desk and leaning her head forward, popping her booty out behind her. Luna used the grip she had on Daphne’s thong to yank it to the side, exposing Daphne’s pussy and the second hole above it.

“You ought to test her first, don’t you think?” Luna said. “She should have to prove herself. It would be terrible if she doesn’t have conviction, like a nargle left out in hot water.”

“Err, yeah,” Harry said. “I’ve got a test in mind.”

He ignored Luna’s figure of speech. Like a quarter of the things that came out of the dreamy blond’s mouth, it really didn’t make much sense to him, so he focused on Daphne. 

Harry finished getting out of his clothes and grabbed Daphne’s shoulders. As his tip pressed into her ass, Daphne spoke:

“Careful of the hair! It’s difficult and expensive to get it into the right shape.”

Harry paused. He waited for a moment, thought about it, and seemed like he would listen.

Then he pushed Daphne flat on the desk and slammed his dick into her ass. She was so overwhelmed that she cried out loudly, bending her knees to lift her bare feet off the floor.

As Harry smashed his dick into her repeatedly, he grabbed the hair she had told him to be careful of, pulling it taut.

“You—” Daphne exclaimed.

“Do you want me to stop?” Harry asked.

“No…” Daphne moaned. “Anything but that…”

Harry smiled, happy with her answer. For a moment she’d seemed prissy, but that only lasted until she got a taste of his dick. Now, while he tore up her ass, Daphne was moaning at and taking it as well as any of his girls. She was passing the test, in other words.

“What brought you here today?” Harry asked.

Luna could’ve answered the question too, but the pregnant blond had retreated to one of the room’s chairs, watching the proceedings with interest. The burden of explaining why she chose to be here fell to Daphne.

“I need a child!” Daphne cried out. “I can’t become Lady Greengrass if I don’t have one! It’s a STUPID law that’s been the bane of my life!”

“Interesting. So you came to me,” Harry said.

“Luna said you could help…” Daphne moaned.

“So you just decided to trust her?” Harry asked.

Daphne bit her lip. Her cheeks were jiggling every time that he filled her ass. She formed a fist and pounded the desk with it while she answered.

“I always had a crush on you!” Daphne admitted.

Luna looked interested, cocking her head while smiling. Harry was surprised. “You did?”

“Can you blame me? You were a hero! And you were the only one who ever stuck it to that berk Draco…” Daphne said. “Yes, I’ve wanted you ever since fourth year!”

Harry never would have guessed. They’d barely spoken in the past. An infatuation helped explain why a veritable stranger had strutted into his house and accepted being knocked up by him.

Daphne was doing very well on her test, and if she’d been pining for him for THAT long…

Harry grabbed the hips that he’d been admiring. Holding Daphne’s skin tightly, he fucked her ass until he was ready to cum. Daphne took it very well, moaning cutely and occasionally hitting his desk whenever the feeling became too strong. Twice, she squirted, sending her juices dripping down the side of her desk.

Finally, Harry dumped a load in her ass. It was becoming his stamp of approval; since Daphne got this far, he had no issue shooting the next batch between her legs. He rolled her over so that her chest was facing up, watching her large breasts sway with each deep breath that she took. 

“Good job. You passed,” Harry said.

Daphne looked proud and excited, although it was muted still compared to some of the other girls Harry had been with. She just wasn’t as emotive as the likes of Lavender or Parvati. That didn’t mean she was any less happy about the way that things were turning out.

Her eyes became as big as dinner plates when Harry climbed onto the desk with her, grabbing her ankles and pushing them forward. Daphne proved surprisingly flexible, allowing him to push her feet down next to her head.

As Harry loomed above her, his dick at the ready, Daphne gulped. A second later, she smiled.

“Treat me well,” Daphne said.

Doing exactly that, Harry pounded his dick inside of her. 

He didn’t waste time and went straight for her womb. Harry’s dick opened Daphne’s insides and struck places no one had ever reached. Her eyes bulged and she gasped.

“Was it worth the wait?” Harry asked.

“It’s better than I ever imagined!” Daphne said.

Harry's sturdy wooden desk was vibrating from what he was doing to Daphne. His tip hit her cervix repeatedly, pounding into it and threatening to fire a load into her womb. They both knew it was coming; it was purely a matter of when.

Harry resolved to make her wait. He fucked Daphne hard, witholding his seed for minutes upon minutes. Near the beginning Daphne moaned uproariously and cried his name. As the pounding continued, passing the half hour mark, her reactions became more muted because of exhaustion. 

“Mm. Mm. Mm,” Daphne moaned along with Harry’s thrusts. The quiet sounds were drowned out by the hefty impacts of Harry’s crotch into her body. Luna watched the entire thing, beginning to take notes at some point. For Harry and Daphne, neither of them were thinking about their audience.

Daphne in particular was thinking about the future. She claimed she was here just to claim her family vault. Indeed, that was how it started. Now… she was no longer sure. She couldn’t help envisioning it: her and Harry’s child, brought up under her watchful eye. The wholesome fantasy drew a lewd expression and a sudden orgasm out of the young woman.

“Harry!” she gasped, finding the sudden strength to profess his name.

Hearing her say it, specifically the tone that she used, brought on Harry’s orgasm. As his prior girls could all attest, when Harry Potter orgasmed, he meant business. One creampie was all that it took to send his seed washing all over Daphne’s interior. Daphne squinted and squealed when she felt him leave his mark on her.

“Excuse me,” Luna said.

She’d come over to the fucking pair, standing next to them holding a notepad. Luna tilted her head. “Can I get your comment, Miss Greengrass? How are you feeling right now?”

“Shooooo full…” Daphne said, putting both hands on her tummy.

Luna scribed what she heard. “Thank you for a most excellent quote. This article is going to be one of the Quibbler’s best.”

Harry couldn’t tell if she was serious about writing about all of this. Knowing Luna, she might actually do it.