The First Queen

The train station of Hogsmeade was bustling with students. Trolleys trailed behind the rushing passengers, bumping on the cobblestone surface of the platform as Harry Potter walked alone.

As discussed previously, his friends had gone ahead to the carriage in the front, leaving him be. While he was walking over to the carriages at the back which he was supposed to travel with Daphne in, Harry recalled the incident that occurred a few hours prior to his arrival here.

His recollection of Luna in all her glory, with her creamy hair sprawled behind her as she lay there on that bed clad in nothing but her blue bra and panties, sent his blood rushing south, and he couldn't help the grin that overtook his features. The woman had wanted to come with him for the train ride, quite insistent. However, he had expertly convinced her to let him be. She had not been happy, but she didn't insist either.

It truly looked like she was taking this lieutenant thing seriously, he thought with a chuckle.

Luna's revelation did make him wonder though. He had never thought of conquering the British Isles like that. Sure, he had the ambition to seize as much power for himself as he could, but he had thought that he would improve his spellcasting and become a magical powerhouse. Commanding power in that manner was not something he had thought about.

However, now that the idea had been planted in his head, he couldn't help but crave it. Voldemort, for all his faults, did have his ambition to rule over Wizarding Britain as its sole ruler. And if the prophecy dictated that he was the dark cunt's equal, didn't it make sense for him to have similar aspirations as well?

It was not a monumental task to come to a decision in the end, and Luna had been ecstatic when he had informed her about their new task. He was already well on his way to it, but now that his ambitions had been modified slightly, he would be doing it with one more aspiration in mind.

Pleasure and work shouldn't go hand in hand, they said. Well, they were idiots. He would take pleasure and he would be working simultaneously. Voldemort had his Death Eaters. Witches and wizards who bent over for him to do his bidding. Well, he was not going to enslave anyone like that. But he would have his followers. There was no doubt about that.

His Valkyries would be his followers, his lovers, and his army. And with them would come all the power and influence he would want to bend this country in front of him and rule it as its monarch.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry almost missed the carriage he was supposed to meet Daphne in and he quickly grabbed the door handle. Pulling himself in, Harry looked around at the throng of students milling about. A few glanced at him out of the corner of their eyes and they widened for a short fraction before his easy smile mollified them and they looked away. Chuckling to himself, Harry made his way over to the compartment Daphne had said she would be in and found it locked.

A soft knock prompted the occupant inside to slide it open, and the bright smile that lit up her face at the sight of him was worth the wait in his opinion.

"Harry! Come on in," she stepped to the side, and Harry walked in with a smile. The compartment was a normal one, but then, he didn't know what he was expecting to be honest. He saw her trunk perched on the rack above and levitated his own beside hers before looking around.

"I thought your sister and Tracey would be sitting with you," he remarked as he sat down. To no surprise of his, she sat right beside him and smiled.

"They are in that compartment," Daphne gestured to the one behind them with her thumb.

Harry shrugged at the non-answer.

"So? You wanted to talk about something, right? Well, here I am."

Daphne took a breath and seemed to steel herself before looking him straight in the eyes.

"What do you think about me, Harry?"

Harry looked at her with furrowed brows before he gave a small laugh.

"What kind of question is that, Daphne?"

"Just answer me. What do you think about me?" She asked insistently. Harry looked up in thought.

"Well, I think you're a nice person who I'd like to call a friend. We might not know much about each other but we can always rectify that, right? And after all we've been through these past few days, I think I trust you more than a lot of people."

Daphne smiled.

"You trust me?"

"Sure. I mean, so far you've had to take those vows, but remember what I said last evening?" He asked with a smile as he leaned forward. Daphne's eyes shined with something he couldn't predict.

"I'd love for us to trust each other so that we don't need those vows," he repeated, "And you said that you had something to make sure that we don't need them in the future, right?"

Daphne nodded and steeled herself. It was now or never. She knew she was going to come off as quite blunt and that he might be having this sort of proposition from women every other day or so, but she found she could wait no more. She was way past caring now.

"I want to ask you something. And I want you to properly consider my proposition before you decide," she began. Harry looked at her with a confused smile.

"Okay, I promise I'll think it through," he nodded and waited for her to ask whatever she wanted to ask him.

Daphne took a deep breath and looked him square in the eye, "Would you be my boyfriend?"

A long moment of silence stretched out inside the compartment as Harry stared unblinkingly at Daphne who seemed to be doing all she could to maintain his gaze.

"What did you say?" He asked softly. Daphne didn't falter.

"I like you. A lot. And I'd like you to be my boyfriend. But I don't want a casual affair with you. I want this to last for years, decades even. I will be completely honest with you, just the way I've been since we've come to know each other. You are the first and the only wizard who has made me feel like this, and I don't want to let go. So yes, I want you to be my boyfriend and my husband in the future."

For his part, Harry sat there still, staring at this woman who had poured out everything without any filter.

"But marriage, Daphne? I understand the boyfriend thing, but don't you think the marriage bit is going too fast too soon?" Harry asked. Daphne sighed.

"I have a deal with my mother. She has allowed me to find a suitable match until I am at Hogwarts or she will find one for me once I graduate. I don't want to be saddled with someone I don't want or feel anything for. You are the one for me, no one else," she intoned passionately as she stared at him, before looking away. "You have three lordships. Tracey and Astoria have also expressed their desire to be with you. Just like me."

The earnest tone of her voice and the last bit about Tracey and Astoria took him by surprise and Harry watched on as she looked away.

He slowly turned his head away from her and stared at the compartment wall right opposite him. Daphne's words were running around in his head, making him play catch-up with his thoughts as he wondered how to respond to her.

It wasn't as if he was repulsed by the idea. Not one bit. Ever since he had first met her, Harry had been attracted to the blonde beauty. The more time they spent together, the more he seemed to come to admire her. She possessed a hidden strength and compassion he had not seen in many witches. Not to mention the fact that she was privy to so many of his secrets already, and a part of him knew that she wouldn't have betrayed him even if she was not bound by those oaths.

Additionally, the idea of having Tracey and Astoria as well also appealed to him. He was a degenerate lecher. He had already accepted that much. And the primal side of him couldn't help but envision the sight of the three women together with him.

However, his future ambitions had been modified significantly this morning after his encounter with Luna. No longer was he on the prowl to only sample some pussy and move on. He was going to amass a power base that would surpass every other, making Voldemort look like an amateur. His Valkyries, as he had decided to call them.

Although initially surprised that she wanted to be his wife as well, this reasoning of hers was sound as well. If she had such a deal with her mother, then it made complete sense for her to approach him with this serious proposition.

Sighing, Harry looked back towards Daphne who regarded him with a serious look on her face and smiled at her. That seemed to give her some hope.

"Let me start by saying that it is impossible for me to marry all three of you," Harry began. Daphne's smile fell.

"Is there someone else you've already decided on?" She asked.

Harry shook his head. "Not yet."

Daphne sighed, "I had this feeling that you might say no to them."

"Did you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Daphne nodded.

"Trace, Tori and I had this talk last night, and they raised a point that you don't know them well enough to agree to it. However, I think a bigger reason is that it doesn't bring any political benefit to you. Tori is the secondary heiress and Trace does not come from a politically powerful family, so it is understandable why you won't want to make either of them a lady of one of your houses."

Harry smiled. He liked this trait of Daphne very much. In addition to being a capable and compassionate witch, she was also politically savvy. He admitted as much to her, chuckling at the slight dusting of her cheeks at his words.

"I like you as well, more than you can imagine," he continued with a smile, "And I would love for you to be my girlfriend, and one day, my wife as well."

Daphne looked surprised for a moment before she beamed and flung herself in his arms. Harry could only grunt as his back collided with the window. He had barely caught his bearings when he felt her mouth clamp on his. Initially surprised, he was quick to reciprocate, finally giving in to the desire that had been raging inside him since he had found her following him all those days ago. Their lips moved tenderly over each other for a long moment that seemed to stretch on forever before she pulled back and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"I- " she began, only to be promptly cut off as Harry planted his lips on hers this time. His hand cupped her cheek as he tilted her head upwards, marveling at the softness of her creamy skin and he felt her fist on the front of his shirt as their lips caressed each other fervently.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he whispered as he pulled back, and Daphne smirked up at him.

"And you have no idea how badly I've been holding myself back ever since I saw you fucking Bell raw in the Quidditch Locker Room," she replied, more emboldened now after their confessions, and Harry's eyes widened.

"You saw that?"

"Mm-hmm," she whispered, caressing his chest as she looked at him, "Tori and Trace did too, and trust me, none of us have been able to keep you out of our minds since then. In fact, those two are so enamoured with you and the idea of being yours that they told me to go ahead with this even if you denied them. They'd be yours anyway."

Harry's eyes widened.

"So you're saying what exactly? That you'll be my wife and they can be my mistresses?"

Daphne chuckled, "That does have a nice ring to it."

Her hand was hovering over his belt now and Harry knew exactly what she wanted.

"You sure you want this?" He asked once again. Daphne's response was to flick her wand toward the door and Harry felt the wards go up.

"Does that answer your question, boyfriend?" She asked with a smirk as she placed her wand on the table by the window and looked at him. Harry followed suit and pulled her towards him, making her sit on his lap with her back against his front.

"I'm going to love this life with you," he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled the side of her neck, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Daphne rocked her hips on his hardening cock in response.

"I'm on a chastity spell, so…" she whispered as she turned her head to look at him. Harry smirked.

"Well, I'm happy to improvise then," he replied. Daphne grinned and stood up before turning towards him. Harry's pants tightened further as he saw the purely lustful look in her eyes.

"How much do you desire me, Harry?" She asked breathily, and Harry wondered just where this sultry woman had come from. The Daphne of earlier had been a polite young woman. It seemed what they said about polite women being the freakiest in bed was completely right in this case.

Harry's response was to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. His boxers went down as well and his hard cock sprang free. Looking straight ahead at her, he saw Daphne stare at it with her mouth parted in an 'O'.

"You need any further explanation?" He asked rhetorically, and Daphne flashed him a look so lustful that it took all he had within him not to pin this blonde enchantress to the seat and take her as hard as he could.

"No, my love. This is more than enough," Harry relished in the term of endearment before his eyebrow raised when Daphne planted one foot on his lap.

"Take it off," she instructed. Harry quickly grabbed and pulled her stocking down her leg, caressing her velvety skin along the way. Daphne smirked and pulled back before planting the other foot on his lap. Harry repeated his motion, choosing to drop featherlight kisses on her inner thigh that had Daphne breathing heavily. Merlin, he could barely wait!

He looked on with wide eyes as she turned around and bent over in front of him, deliberately taking her time in picking those stockings off the floor before he smirked and planted a resounding slap to her rear right under her skirt.

Daphne gave him a nasty smile before standing up and turning around. Harry leaned back and watched on as this beautiful blonde vixen started at the top of the buttons, slowly pulling them out before dropping the shirt to the floor. His eyes feasted on her bra-clad mounds for a moment before he saw her unhook her skirt and pull the zip down. The skirt also pooled by her feet and she stepped out.

"Like what you see?" She asked with a smirk.

Harry feigned boredom.

"Eh, it's fine," he waved his hand. Daphne's smirk only widened as she saw the throb of his cock, and she reached behind for the hook of her bra, taking absolute delight in the eagerness that seemed to emerge from behind his faux-bored mask.

"You know you want it, my love," she whispered sultrily as she unhooked it and pulled the straps down her shoulders, holding the cups over her tits and staring at him. His face might not, but his eyes told the entire story and Daphne smiled before letting the bra drop.

The sensation made her gasp. Never before had she been rendered bare in front of another man, and here she was, showing her tits to this man who would one day be her husband. The thought of it made her even hotter.

She could see him staring at her, and the sheer adoration in his gaze made her melt right on the spot. She took a step forward, swaying seductively in front of him as she caressed her sexy body. Daphne knew she was one of the prettiest witches in Hogwarts, and she felt vindicated in that belief when she saw the naked desire in his eyes. She moved in close, stepping between his parted legs, and turned around.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw him staring back at her and she gyrated her ass right in front of him with a sultry smirk.

"You can touch me, you know? I'm all yours," she whispered, and that was all it took for him to get out of his reverie. His hands started at her thighs, caressing her soft skin before he moved to her sides. She shivered when his fingers softly tickled her belly and couldn't hold back a giggle. Harry chuckled.

"Strip me, my love," she whispered.

Harry's fingers slipped inside the hem of her knickers and Daphne felt him pull them down over the swell of her ass. She breathed when cold air caressed her glistening lips as Harry dragged her knickers down her knees until he lowered them enough that she could step out.

Once she was done, she turned around and treated him to her naked front. His eyes ran over every curve of her body, from her neck to the swell of her breasts until they dipped downwards over her navel and came to rest on the sacred place between her legs.

He held his palm up, and she placed hers in his with a soft smile as she let him pull her down in his lap. Her legs wrapped on either side of his waist as his hands came to rest on her naked arse.

"You are wonderful," he whispered and captured her lips in a searing kiss. It came so naturally that they didn't even need to try, and soon the pair were making out passionately. His hands didn't stay idle, and Daphne felt thrilled at every touch.

His hands caressed her sides for a moment before they went over to her tits, and it was quite easy for her to discern that he loved them already. Moaning, she broke their kiss and leaned back to allow his hands and eyes more access to move freely.

"Oh yes, my love," she whispered erotically as Harry leaned forward and captured her left nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the hardened nub before repeating the same with the right. All the while, his hands continued to fondle her tits. Daphne could barely hold herself back as she rubbed herself on his naked erection, cursing the fact that she was on a chastity spell. She wanted nothing more than to give herself to this man.

However, that didn't mean she couldn't do anything else. While he was eagerly feasting on her tits, she grabbed his right hand and slowly dragged it downwards until she placed it between her legs. Harry didn't need to have anything explained to him, and he curled a finger before inserting it inside her. Daphne mewled as she clutched his hair, firmly wrapping her legs around his waist. Harry smirked against her tits and inserted another finger inside her before he started to slowly move it in and out of her. His thumb played with her engorged clit as Daphne rocked back and forth on his lap under his double assault, feeling her arousal build up rapidly.

Right when she was about to reach her climax, Harry pulled out of her and Daphne almost cried out. She pulled back, but her eyes widened when he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, all the while smirking at her.

"I so want to fuck you right now," she whispered against his lips before capturing them in a rough kiss. Harry's hands went to her ass and he squeezed the round flesh to his heart's content. Daphne moaned when he pulled away and started to kiss her neck, nipping and sucking the tender skin before she grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to kiss him once again. Harry grunted when she bit his lip and he felt the metallic taste of his blood.

Daphne sucked his lower lip ferociously, stemming the blood flow before pulling back to stare at him through her eyelashes. He took in her disheveled face, her swollen lips slightly reddened and her askew make-up before looking down at the handprints over her breasts where he had furiously groped her. Daphne saw him looking and smirked.

"Well, you claimed me pretty thoroughly," she quipped. Harry grinned.

"I've yet to claim you properly though," he replied, nuzzling her neck softly. Daphne sighed in contentment.

"Sadly, that chastity spell shall wear off only when we're officially betrothed," she replied, looking at him. Harry's fingers buried themselves back inside her gushing pussy and she felt him caress her lower lips. Her mouth parted in arousal as he pulled out before her eyes widened when he rubbed her juices all over her puckered hole.

'Surely no…'

Wide-eyed, she looked at Harry who was smirking before he leaned forward slightly. Barely a second later, she felt her rear canal well-lubed up and she saw him place his wand by his side.

"Well, your chastity spell might be active, but that doesn't mean I can't claim you in another way," he grinned, and Daphne was equal parts excited and equal parts apprehensive. However, the excited part won over quickly and she smirked at him. Harry grinned again.

"Merlin, I'd love this life with you," he whispered against her lips as Daphne grabbed his hard-on and lined it up with her ass.

It was tight and it was anything but smooth, but as Daphne felt her rear door being filled up with his hard cock, she found she didn't care. She steadied herself with her hands on the back of their seat, her eyes trained on his face as inch after inch of his member slid inside her puckered hole.

"Oh Merlin…" she groaned as she was filled up to the brim, and Harry held her steady by her waist before slowly raising her. Daphne cried out in jubilation when he dropped her on his lap before he raised her again. This time, it was Daphne who took charge as she dropped on his cock before raising her ass back up and dropping again with a loud smack.

A frenzied rhythm ensued, one that usually took years to build but seemed to come naturally to the newly-minted couple. Daphne started to bounce on his cock, taking him entirely inside her ass. Her tits swayed rhythmically in front of his face as Harry rocked her on his lap, one hand cupping her rear as he helped her while the other rubbed her clit.

In the meantime, Daphne had folded her legs underneath her body and over his lap and continued to bounce up and down on his lap. The claps of their debauchery filled the train compartment. None had any clue when the train had started or that it was in motion as they had lost themselves in one another.

Daphne had already been close to her climax prior to this anal sex, and it didn't take long for her to go over the edge. His fingers withdrew as Daphne released a loud moan that seemed to echo around their compartment before her arousal tipped her over the edge. Harry grunted as her ass tightened around his cock while she shuddered as the aftershocks of her orgasm reverberated through her very being.

Finally, Daphne came down from her orgasmic high as she panted against him. His arms were wrapped around her slender frame as he caressed her naked back while she rested her head on his shoulder. Leaning backward, Daphne smiled at him before pecking him softly on his lips.

However, her smile turned into a smirk when she felt him throb inside her ass.

"Oh my! You didn't cum," she whispered, and smirking, she stood up, sighing in contentment when he slithered out of her ass. Her orgasmic juices dripped all over the floor and Harry saw her drop to her knees and take him in his hand.

"First of many to come, my love. Now cum for me," she whispered sultrily before cleaning him up and engulfing him inside her mouth. Harry grunted as she continued to bob her head up and down on his cock, swirling her tongue around his length while her hand stroked him. She reached down with the other hand and started to fondle his balls and Harry could hold back no more.

"I'm cumming," he grunted but Daphne made no move to pull back. His first load hit the roof of her mouth and Daphne held it inside her mouth before welcoming another few shots of his seed and gulping them down entirely. Her tongue caressed the tip of his cock as she coaxed out every last drop of his semen and bobbed her throat.

Harry leaned back with a sigh and looked down to see her smiling at him. He chuckled as she stood up before he welcomed this wonderful vixen in his arms.

Naked and thoroughly satisfied, the pair held each other after an event that had changed their relationship forever.

XXXXX

The countryside of London gave way to the cityscape as the Hogwarts Express rolled into King's Cross. As the train came to a stop on the platform, Harry pulled the door to their compartment open and smiled at Daphne.

They had spent the hours after their passionate lovemaking talking about things that were to come, and for the first time, Harry had decided to trust someone other than those who he knew deserved his trust, namely his friends. He had told her about Voldemort and what his plans for him were, his future plans and how he intended to go about it, and where they stemmed from. To say that Daphne had been utterly shocked was an understatement, but she had shown that temperament he had come to admire in such a short span and vowed that she would stand by his side all the while.

Harry had captured her lips in a passionate kiss at that proclamation, before whispering that she would rule alongside him as one of his primary queens, something that thrilled her to no end. Never let it be said that Daphne Greengrass was not ambitious or didn't crave power.

She had the ambition to command power over the Greengrass seat in the Wizengamot since she was the heiress, but after his revelation, she realized what the future held in store for her. It was beyond everything she could envision, and Daphne wholeheartedly supported him – both because she was to be his wife and the queen.

Hand in hand, they walked out and were greeted by two familiar witches standing outside the compartment right beside theirs.

Their eyes quickly locked on their joined hands, and they widened.

"Does that mean…?" Tracey asked in a whisper as Daphne smiled at her best friend and sister who looked at them with wide eyes before grinning widely.

"Daph that's…" Tracey said loudly before Astoria quickly clamped her mouth shut. Harry smiled at the brunette who winked.

"We can talk after we reach home. Your words, remember?" Daphne reminded Tracey sweetly, before walking out of the train with Harry. The two women quickly trailed after them.

Once outside on the platform, it didn't take long for them to find the Greengrass matriarch. With her blonde hair tied in an intricate bun, Evelyn truly demonstrated where her daughters got their respective beauties from. As they got closer, Harry saw the woman's sapphire eyes lock on their joined hands and he smirked. She looked the perfect specimen of how Daphne would look at that age.

"Mother," Daphne greeted her mother with a smile. Behind them, Astoria and Tracey also repeated the greetings. However, the woman's eyes were fixed on her heiress and the young man she was holding on to.

"Daphne?" Evelyn asked, her eyes looking between the two of them. Daphne didn't miss a beat, introducing him by all his titles, and he was quick to take charge.

"Harry is fine, Lady Greengrass. I hope we could discuss a few matters of importance in a more private setting, considering recent developments," Harry intoned politely. Evelyn gave him a searching look, obviously understanding what he was talking about, and nodded.

"Then allow me to extend an invitation to host you tonight, Harry. You are welcome for dinner at Greengrass Manor. And no formality with me as well. It's only fair I extend the same courtesy," she remarked. Harry smiled.

"I'd be honoured to," Harry replied.

"Why don't you come with us anyway?" Daphne intoned with a soft smile as she looked at him, and Harry could only marvel at how his alluring enchantress had transformed into this polite young lady outside the confines of closed doors.

"I agree," Evelyn interjected with a small smile, "it is evening already. With only a couple of hours to spare, it would be good if you traveled with us, Harry."

"Makes sense to me," he replied, occasionally eyeing the passers-by as they stared at them and how Daphne was holding his hand. He knew the news would travel quickly and couldn't care less.

Harry quickly flicked his wand and smiled when his faithful Patronus materialized in front of him. He quickly instructed it to inform his handlers that he had taken his leave and not to bother looking for him. The stag bowed in front of him before galloping away. Five sets of eyes watched it until it vanished.

"Now that it's taken care of, let's be off, shall we?" Harry asked with a smile. Evelyn looked at him and nodded before pulling a thin rope out of her robes. They all grabbed hold of it and vanished off the platform in a swirl of colors.

At the far end of the platform, a young blonde woman with deceptively sharp eyes stared at the vacant spot and turned around with a smirk lacing her features.

"Have a pleasant summer, Your Grace."

To be continued…

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