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[BONUS] The Stud & The Slut Pt. 4 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2017-11-30 06:00:11 +0000 UTC A/N: In which Daphne Greengrass gets involved. Hermione is not happy.-x-X-x-
Daphne Greengrass has a thing for Harry Potter. It started out fairly mild and childish in nature, but then to be fair, they WERE children. She and Hermione were at each other’s throats over grades and their places in the first and second slots in each and every class. It was a constant battle, keeping the muggleborn witch at bay, and it was one Daphne tended to lose more often than not.
The witch hated being second best, just about as much as Hermione did. Where Hermione was undeniably slightly better than her… at everything, Daphne knew how to play dirty. Flirting and teasing Harry Potter had turned out to be Hermione Granger’s big Achilles’ heel. It certainly wasn’t the Weasley boy, or at least Daphne hoped not. She wasn’t so desperate that she’d even bother to check. Harry was different, because he was also the Boy-Who-Lived.
And then of course the summer had come and gone and the new year had arrived and suddenly, Harry was far, far more than a boy. He’d shot up and he’d shot across and the wizard that Daphne now saw every day in the halls was bigger and taller than almost every other boy in school. There were of course the eminently undesirable ones like Crabbe and Goyle, but she wasn’t about to have anything to do with those idiotic dunderheads.
No, it was Harry that filled her dreams at night. And oh boy had Daphne had some pretty heavy dreams about him. Still, you could probably say that about most of the witches at Hogwarts now, given just how muscular and handsome the young man had become. However, Daphne suspected her dreams were very different when compared to the dreams of most other witches. Where Harry was usually fairly mild-mannered and nice in public, Daphne’s dream-version of the broad-shouldered, well-built wizard was one that was domineering and aggressive.
In her dreams, Harry dominates her, ravishing her senseless and claiming her for his own in front of everyone, a sea of faceless Hogwarts students watching on as she ends up railed from behind or fucked standing up or anyone one of a dozen positions she wishes he’d fuck her in. In truth, Daphne blames Harry more than anything else for these fantasies.
Despite his public attitude, she catches a glint in his eye at times, when she ends up taking the flirting a bit too far. Every once in a while, Daphne sees a flash of something in his eyes. It’s like there’s a power barely kept in check behind his gaze, and she catches him flexing those long fingers attached to those big hands of his as well, when she’s pushed him to the limits. It’s almost as if only sheer willpower leaves Daphne Standing where she is, rather than thrown over a desk or up against the wall at his leisure, generous backside jutting out towards him and large tits smashed against the surface.
Damn it, even now she was getting a little hot and bothered. Doing her best to resist squirming and rubbing her thighs together, Daphne looks around for something to distract her from her fantasies. When she sees Hermione coming down the hall she’s walking through from the opposite direction, the dark-haired Slytherin’s mouth curls into a wicked grin.
“Granger! The scores for that latest Potions Exam are in! I wonder, whatever did you manage to get this time?”
She watches, joyfully even, as Hermione stiffens and glares at her with such hate. Oh yes, this is perfect.
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Hermione Granger does not like Daphne Greengrass, no way, no how. There’s just nothing about the other girl TOO like. Sure, she has a gorgeous body, but her personality is rotten to the core as far as Hermione is concerned, and if anyone she’s close to tries to suggest that they’re more alike than she thinks, Hermione is more than happy to cast a dozen or so stinging hexes at them!
As such, Lavender knows better than to say a word from her mistress’ side as the two witches stomp towards each other. Instead, the big-tittied blonde sticks around to the side, ready to intervene of things get too out of hand, but otherwise doing her best to stay out of it. Daphne has just brought up a rather sore point for Hermione, one that Lavender had heart all about the night before as the brunette witch had complained until Harry had shut her up with his cock.
The last Potions Exam… Hermione had missed a point. A single point, not enough to mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Except for one simple fact of course, where Hermione had missed that point, Daphne had not. She’d gotten a perfect score. To be fair, Hermione had done the same to Daphne more than once. It really wasn’t a big deal, which was why Harry had eventually grown tired of hearing Hermione complain. Lavender had certainly enjoyed him face-fucking his lover and then playing with her as well after the fact.
But now, Harry wasn’t around to distract the two and Daphne and Hermione were in each other’s faces, arguing back and forth as they had many times before. The atmosphere was heavy and the hallway had cleared out as the tension grew thick enough to cut with a knife. Watchers had ended up retreating with damp panties or tight trousers as the pair of beautiful witches went at it again. Lavender bites her lower lip hard as the two get close enough to press tits together, their eyes flashing as they go from intellectual barbs to downright perverse insults.
Daphne escalates things when she reaches up and squeezes one of Hermione’s breasts.
“At least I don’t have doxy-bite bumps for tits!”
Hermione gasps in outrage and immediately reaches around to slap Daphne across her big fat behind.
“And at least I don’t have a washboard-flat arse you harlot!”
Now it’s Daphne’s turn to gasp, and honestly Lavender feels a little ridiculous standing here as her eyes roll. Both women are beautiful, and neither woman has doxy-bite bumps for tits or a washboard-flat arse. Honestly, they really are two of the most gorgeous girls at Hogwarts. Lavender is removed enough from the situation to see that, even if Hermione isn’t.
They look to be about to reach for their wands, and both have their teeth bared as they growl at one another. Lavender’s own wand is in hand and if she sees either trying to cast at the other, she’s casting Expelliarmus on the both of them, consequences be damned. Hermione won’t thank her for it, but it’s better than whatever might come of a duel between two of the brightest students in Hogwarts.
But before she has to do anything, Hermione takes things somewhere Lavender was NOT expecting.
“Whatever you are, you’ll never be as great a fuck to Harry as I am!”
“I’d be a FAR superior lover for Harry any day of the week you ignorant slut!”
The scene freezes for a moment and Lavender blushes as she glances left and right, honestly grateful that the hallway has been cleared for a while now. At the same time, both Daphne and Hermione freeze in surprise as they finally realize just what sort of direction their usual argument has taken. Finally, Hermione comes out of her stupor and sneers at Daphne, looking down her nose at the pureblood woman.
“You wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasing a man like Harry you… you sheltered trollop! You strut around like your Circe’s gift to wizard kind, but when it comes down to it, we both know who the better lover is!”
Daphne’s eyes are wide with outrage and her nostrils flare. She crosses her arms under her sizable chest and growls deep in her throat.
“No, we don’t! Only Harry can decide that Granger! You might be able to get him off, but I can promise you that if it was me riding his cock, he’d drop you in a hot second!”
“Hah, you don’t know Harry at all! You think you could ever satiate him alone?!”
Daphne sneers and pushes forward, taking a step and grinding her tits even harder against Hermione’s. Their noses are barely a millimeter apart, though not quite touching as Lavender looks on with some mild concern.
“I know I could, Granger.”
“Then we’ll have a contest! Tomorrow night, come to the Gryffindor Common Room and knock four times! I’ll let you in and we’ll see just who the best truly is!”
“Fine!”
Without even realizing exactly what she’s agreed to, Daphne spins around and stalks off in the opposite direction. Lavender watches on even as Hermione glares daggers at her rival as she leaves… but the blonde witch notices how Hermione’s eyes stay fixed on Daphne’s swaying hips and generous rump as the Slytherin departs.
“Hermione…”
The brunette’s eyes slowly widen in realization and the glare wipes off her face as she looks towards Lavender.
“… Shit, what did I just do?”
Despite her place on the totem pole, Lavender can’t help a bit of teasing, grinning slightly as she gives a half shrug and sidles up to her mistress in the empty hallway.
“I think you just gave Daphne Greengrass permission to fuck Harry… Mistress.”
Hermione’s face is pale and she whimpers, even as Lavender leans in and nuzzles her neck.
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After she’d gotten back to her dorm room, Daphne had had her own mild panic attack over what she’d just agreed to. And then she’d calmed down, smiled at the thought of not only getting a ride on whatever Harry was packing but also getting one up on Granger in the process, and she’d gone to bed. Now, the next day, the day of the ‘contest’, Daphne was doing a little observation, scouting the battlefield and trying to figure out just what she was in for.
The dark-haired witch had already known that Harry was dating Hermione. Her academic rival and the well-built young wizard had been fairly affectionate in public ever since summer had come to an end and the school year had begun anew. Now though, now she sees something more than what she’d thought had been there before.
While the duo SEEMS to be within the bounds of propriety at most times in public, in reality their relationship is nothing so cut and dry as they’d have everyone else believe… as they’d have had her believe, if she wasn’t observant enough to notice the small things. There’s often groping between the two, and while Hermione is quick with the spell work necessary to keep everyone from seeing the Prefect’s nipples poking out through her blouse, there’s still the fact that it’s happening.
And Hermione gives as good as she gets from the broad-shouldered wizard, her hand is in his lap more often than not. But the most interesting thing Daphne notices is where Hermione’s other hand will sometimes go as she caresses Harry’s bulge in public settings. Lavender Brown will sit next to Hermione at times, a small oddity given that she and Hermione haven’t been friends all these years together at Hogwarts, at least not until now.
And when Lavender is on one side and Harry is on the other, Hermione is quite brazenly groping both of them, and Lavender in turn is quick to retaliate in a way that forces the brunette witch to stifle her moans. As Daphne observes the three throughout the day, she realizes one simple fact. Hermione and Harry have an open relationship, or at the very least, they’re open to the idea of one.
Maybe the witches have him on alternate days. Hell, maybe Granger can’t keep up. Maybe Harry just has a thing for submissive girls. Daphne’s mind completely ignores the other possibility, despite it being one of her biggest fantasies. She just can’t reconcile the mild-mannered Potter, even if he does seem to enjoy groping the two girls, with the one from her dreams. As such, the thought that Harry might bed both of them at the same time, that he exhausts the pair and conquers them each and every night… well it just doesn’t come into play.
By the time dinner comes to a close, Daphne feels ready. She’s confident that she can win this little ‘sex-off’ that Hermione had arranged, in the heat of the moment. She makes sure her exist coincides with Granger’s as the two leave dinner, and she very purposefully bumps into the brunette witch on the way out through the wide-open entrance to the Great Hall.
“Are we still doing this Granger?”
Hermione flushes scarlet with embarrassment and anger, and her hands curl into white-knuckled fists as she snarls.
“Only if you’re not chicken Greengrass!”
Grinning, Daphne shrugs her shoulders, flips her hair, and begins to walk off.
“See you later then~”
Getting the last word on her academic rival is always fun. And tonight, she’ll do it again when she utterly blows Harry’s socks off! Hermione is about to get a lesson in how to satisfy her man that neither she nor the musclebound wizard are likely to forget. When she gets back to her dorm room, Daphne strips down naked, ignoring the other girls in the room and stands before her floor-length mirror, smiling appreciatively at what she sees there.
Sensual waves of black hair cascade down her back, with the majority of her locks framing her beautiful, perfectly sculpted face. Her tits are nice and large and firm and as she hefts them up and down, she grins wickedly, knowing in her heart of hearts that they’re far better than Hermione’s. Though in truth, the two witches actually have the same body type. But to say such a thing to either of them would be as bad as saying they had the same ambitious, over-achieving personality type.
Daphne is happy to continue lying to herself as she runs her hands off of her perky mammaries and down her body to her generous hips and her tight and toned stomach. She turns this way and that and smiles as she eyes her long legs and her plush, fat bubble butt. Certainly not a damn washboard from where she’s standing!
Grinning, the young woman moves to her chest, which is in fact as big as a walk-in closet. She spends the next several hours picking out her outfit, but in the end she decides that the best way to start things off is to flaunt her body, to astound Harry and invoke jealousy in Granger. To that end, Daphne Greengrass sneaks out of the dungeons wearing nothing but her Hogwarts robes, with her house symbol emblazoned on them.
Well, those and her shoes. While it might have been fun to run barefoot through the castle, Daphne knew better. The dungeons were filthy after all. She makes her way through the dark and sleepy school and eventually arrives at the portrait that guards the Gryffindor Common Room. Ignoring the fat lady covering the door, she reaches out and knocks four times, just as she was told to.
… If Granger screws her here, Daphne’s revenge will be so sweet. Alas, her momentary fear is for nothing. Just as the obese woman in the portrait wakes up, the door to the Gryffindor Common Room is opened from the inside and Daphne sneaks in quickly as Lavender Brown closes it behind her. The dark-haired witch eyes the blonde for a second and smirks at Lavender’s state of undress, even as the other witch lifts a brow at her, almost challengingly.
“When Hermione told me you were going to come around for a bit of fun, I almost didn’t believe it. I knew you were a tease Princess, but I always thought you were all talk.”
Daphne’s eyes snap from the half-naked Lavender to where Harry’s voice is coming from. He’s seated on the couch and smiling at her as Hermione smirks, nuzzled into his side and rubbing her hand across the bulge in Harry’s pants. Daphne smiles back, even as she finds herself a little surprised by the confidence he’s exuding. Regardless, she saunters forward and casually undoes the tie on her robes. It slides open to reveal her naked body beneath it, and she basks in the reactions of both Harry and Hermione as her smile morphs into a grin.
Harry’s brow lifts and his smile takes on a slight edge to it, even as Hermione’s eyes go wide and her smirk turns into a deep frown.
“Well now, the princess is more a whore than I thought.”
Daphne’s stride is broken a bit by Harry’s repeated use of that word. She frowns at him slightly as she places her hands on her exceptional hips.
“Why are you doing that? Calling me princess?”
Harry grins wickedly.
“It’s what the boys in my year call you, it’s what they’ve always called you. Slytherin’s Perfect Pureblood Princess. It feels appropriate. You certainly walk around haughty enough to be one, don’t you? Mm, though you’re not quite so haughty right now…”
Daphne scoffs at that and turns up her chin as she tosses her robes aside and strikes up a confident pose.
“I think you’ll find I’m just as haughty as ever before!”
“God, you’re such a slut!”
Hermione finally bursts from the pressure, the words exploding from her mouth. Harry sits back, seeming amused as Daphne turns her attention to her darling rival. Grinning wickedly, the dark-haired witch stalks over to the couch that the two are sat on and makes herself at home on Harry’s open side, nuzzling in and looking past him towards Granger.
“You’re the one that demanded a contest Granger. If we’re going to do this, let’s do this.”
“You… you’re cheating! You c-can’t just come in here naked, there’s got to be rules a-and a process and… and!!!”
Daphne laughs in her rival’s face, even as she very pointedly runs a hand across Harry’s front, feeling his muscles and his pecs through his shirt as she does so. Hermione snarls at the provocative move and looks ready to leap across the man between them, when Harry steps in again. His arms slide around their bodies and Daphne stiffens up as a surprisingly experienced hand grabs at her right tit and digs into it.
At the same time, Hermione’s anger is derailed as she moans wantonly, and from the way she’s squirming, it’s obvious that he’s groping one of her fat ass-cheeks. Daphne pants a little as Harry’s fingers hit all of her weak points and then some. The handsome Gryffindor barbarian isn’t fumbling with her tit, he’s outright molesting it like an expert, like a man who’s had time and practice making women putty in his hands.
Their eyes meet and Daphne finds herself lost in Harry’s green irises. He stares at her and she sees the truth of it all in that moment. All of her teasing, all of her flirting, it was always leading up to this one way or another. Either she’d come to him willingly, as she was now, or she’d inevitably cause him to snap and he’d carry out all of those fantasies of hers in some empty classroom or even a broom closet. Her, getting pounded senseless in a broom closet… it would have been so… plebian. And it would have been so damn hot too.
Not that this isn’t just as arousing. So lost in Harry’s eyes as she is, Daphne doesn’t even notice at first when Hermione tries to lean forward and sneak her lips towards his bulging crotch. She hears the zipper coming down though, and when she sees her rival trying to one up her, she hisses and grabs a fist full of Hermione’s hair, tearing her away from Harry’s crotch.
As the brunette witch howls from the sudden hair-tugging, she in turn reaches out and grabs Daphne’s wavy black locks. They have a tug-of-war between each other for a long moment, snarling as their foreheads press together and they pull at one another’s manes. It ends when a large bear-like hand comes down on each of their up-turned asses as they kneel on either side of the man those hands are attached to.
Harry grips at their backsides as they sting from his subsequent smacks. His eyes, stern and unyielding, draw both of them in as he frowns at them. After a moment, he speaks in a soft tone, but there’s a very clear order in it all the same.
“Undress me.”
Daphne’s eyes are wide and her tongue is out licking her lips needily before she even knows what’s happening. Her pussy drips as her fantasy version of Harry Potter seems to come to life right before her eyes. Of course, Hermione starts moving before she does, eager to obey her lover, and in the end Harry has to give her another smack on her ass before she jumps into action.
By the time they’re done exposing every last inch of his muscular body, along with his massive, soft cock, Daphne and Hermione are both in awe. Daphne’s happy that she chose to wear green lipstick along with her makeup for this occasion, because as Hermione begins to kiss down one side of Harry’s neck and across his chest, Daphne isn’t about to be left out, and her Slytherin-colored lipstick makes for beautiful markings across Harry’s muscles as she smudges it all in the pursuit of tasting him, of tasting his firm flesh beneath her tongue.
Despite their rivalry, Daphne and Hermione descend along either side of his body in unison, almost working together as they slowly make their way down to his cock. Daphne moans as Harry continues to grope her ass with one strong, calloused hand, and she nuzzles his big, rugged muscles that would undoubtedly feel wonderful to curl up against after a long session of heavy, rough sex.
But she pauses when she reaches his member at the same time as Hermione, only to realize what the brunette witch already knew. He’s still soft. Even with two women rubbing against him, Harry’s long, thick, fat cock is completely soft. Harry’s hands move from the asses of both witches, and curl into their hair. His thick fingers slide through Daphne’s black locks and he grips her firmly, even as he does the same with Hermione.
“Go on then you two. Get me hard. Show me what you both can do.”
The command is rather casual in nature, but his firm grip on their hair is not. The power balance is quite clear and Daphne leans down slowly as Hermione does the same, laying her lips along one side of Harry’s massive length and sliding her tongue out to licking at his cock. For a while, the common room is filled with nothing but the sounds of eager young sluts lapping at a massive, rapidly hardening cock.
When Harry is at full mast, Daphne’s eyes go crossed just trying to look at the huge girth before her. Her nostrils flare as she breathes in his musk and it smells heavenly. Her pussy is sopping wet at this point, and she’s leaving the couch cushion beneath her liberally soaked with her juices as she moans against his length. As focused as she is on the task before her, she barely registers Hermione’s words, even as the brunette speaks to the man who’s cock they’re both worshipping.
“Do it Master. Choke her with your majestic shaft, teach the snobbish princess a lesson she’ll never forget!”
Harry chuckles in response, and a moment later Daphne finds herself being pulled up the length of Harry’s cock. When her face comes in line with the tip of his prick, Daphne immediately opens up her lips, moaning happily at the chance to suck on the massive schlong in front of her. She takes the first few inches of Harry’s shaft into her mouth and then finds herself stretched thin on it, unable to get much further as he hits the back of her throat.
At the same time, Hermione’s hands are stroking back and forth along the rest of Harry’s cock. Their eyes meet and Hermione smirks as Daphne slurps at Harry’s member, bobbing up and down it to the best of her ability.
“Just so you know, cunt. I’m the one getting Harry off right now. Not you. Your inexperienced mouth couldn’t do a thing for him, not without my helping hands.”
Daphne bristles at that, but she’s not exactly in a position to hit back with an insult of her own. Instead, she redoubles her enthusiastic pace and does her best to take Harry’s dick down her throat so she can suck on the entirety of his length, rather than just the top bit.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Her eyes water and her mascara and makeup begin to run as her green lipstick becomes more and more messed up, but Daphne doesn’t let that stop her, even as Hermione sneers at her.
“Yeah, choke on it ‘Princess’. Choke on my Harry’s cock!”
Despite Granger’s caustic words, Daphne keeps up her hard work and eventually she’s taking most of Harry’s magnificent member down her throat, as insane as that is. He’s filling her esophagus and her gullet and there’s quickly becoming no place left on his shaft, even at the base, for Hermione’s dainty hands to stroke.
The brunette witch’s eyes go wide with shock and outrage as she realizes what Daphne’s done. If she could, she’d be smirking in triumph, as Harry’s hand on Hermione’s hair tightens and draws her down beneath his length, to his massive, churning nut sack. They’re only a few inches apart now, their noses are even almost touching as they stare daggers into one another’s eyes.
And yet, in spite of that, they’re also working as a team, regardless of how much they dislike one another. Hermione suckles at Harry’s balls, one after the other and Daphne takes the entirety of Harry’s length down her throat time and time again. Harry groans under their combined efforts and both witches happily redouble their efforts, trying to do their best to please the powerful wizard. They might be rivals, but in this moment they are partners.
And then Harry pulls Daphne back and the dark-haired witch has only a second to squeeze her eyes shut as his massive cum-shot hoses her down. His seed, thick and viscous and goopy, sprays out all over her face and her hair and her massive, naked tits. It drips and slides off of her as Daphne looks down at herself in wide eyed shock. Her lips part but no words come out, and when a bit of Harry’s seed drips off of her nose and into her mouth, Daphne swallows it.
And then the Slytherin Princess becomes a bit ravenous as she sets about trying to eat every bit of cum off of her body. Only, before she can get too far, Hermione tackles her to the ground with a snarl and then begins to actively lick his cum off of her. The brunette witch speaks between laps, sneering and smirking at her as she holds a squirming Daphne down.
“You don’t… deserve, mm, this. Only… only I should be drinking Master’s cum!”
Daphne manages to get some more of the studly wizard’s seed down her throat, but her ravenous academic rival steals the majority of it, leaving her disheveled and a bit ruffled, covered in Hermione’s saliva and nothing else as the brunette finally lets her up. Of course, before she can leap at the other witch to claw Granger’s eyes out, a familiar, thick, meaty cock flops down between the two of them.
He’s still hard. Daphne’s eyes go wide at the sight of Harry’s cock, still at mostly full mast, barely drooping at all. He’s still hard, which means she can enjoy more of his cum, if she plays her cards right going forward.
“Well, that was Round One girls. I don’t think I found a winner though. Ready for Round Two through Ten?”
Daphne’s swallows thickly and feels a moment of indecision and worry rush through her. Then, she looks over at Granger and she knows in an instant that Hermione saw her weakness, because the bitch is smirking at her. She can’t let her rival win. Not in academics, and CERTAINLY not in this! Gritting her teeth, the ‘Slytherin Princess’ looks up into Harry’s eyes with a sultry smile on her face and a slightly challenging look in her gaze.
“Ready whenever you are you big stud.”
Harry’s cock jumps at Daphne’s seductive tone and the low growl that emanates from Hermione’s throat tells her that she’s scored a couple points as the debauchery goes to the next level. Rounds Two through Ten are a little insane, and by the end of it Daphne has not only returned the favor to Hermione tenfold, she’s actually eat the witch out, and Hermione has in turn eaten her out.
In the end though, there’s far, far too much cum for both of them together. They finish off the night covered in it, laying sprawled beside one another as Harry looks down at them, guiding a dutiful and docile Lavender’s mouth back and forth across his hard member. Even as she lays there, exhausted, Daphne can see that he’s still hard. It’s just… it’s just not fair. This is ridiculous…
But she can’t lose here. And yet, it’s looking like tonight is going to be a draw. Which means she needs to look towards the future.
“Gran… Granger.”
Daphne’s voice is raspy as she turns her head to the side to look at her rival. Hermione does the same, her eyes cloudy and just a bit glazed over as she makes eye contact all the same.
“Y-Yes?”
Licking her lips, Daphne tries to figure out how to word it. In the end, she goes for blunt.
“… S’not fair. I want… I want a one on one session with ‘im. So he can… so he can pick between us. You get all the ‘lone time in the world. I need a chance to show Harry what I can do without you getting in my way.”
Hermione snorts derisively at Daphne’s excuses, but ultimately she closes her eyes and looks away.
“Mm, not up to me… all up to Harry, in the end…”
That gets a blink from the Slytherin girl, and Harry’s deep chuckle reaches her a moment before his voice does.
“Oh? Do you want to take me on a date Princess? That sounds nice… I suppose there is a Hogsmeade weekend coming up.”
Daphne is quick to latch onto that.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll take you on a date and you’ll see… you’ll both see once and for all that I’m Granger’s better!”
Harry grins, even as Hermione growls. And with that, it’s settled. They’ve wasted away the night of course, and Daphne has to beat a swift retreat back to the dungeons within the next hour, but she has what she needs to win the day, and in the end that’s all that matters. She’s going to take Harry on a ‘date’ he’ll never forget… and she already knows exactly what they’ll be doing together.
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Daphne is dressed to impress when she and Harry meet in a secluded corner of Hogwarts’ Main Courtyard, long after everyone else has departed for Hogsmeade. Wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse, she’s dressed in Slytherin colors of course, with newly applied green lipstick on her lips and the works on her pretty face. Harry lifts a brow at her as she gives him a nice big grin and latches onto his arm.
“You finally ready to go Princess? What are we doing for the day? I’m all yours?”
She’s thought about what she wanted to do with him, and in the end Daphne had decided there was only one place to take Harry, that would convince him she was the most useful woman to have in his bed. Hermione couldn’t give him what she could… and all she had to do was prove it. Luckily all the older years were down in Hogsmeade and all the younger years were in their classes.
As such, there was no one to disturb them as Daphne leads a surprised and bemused Harry BACK into the Castle, down a few flights of stairs, and into the dungeons. In turn, Daphne is a little surprised that Harry doesn’t ask where they’re going at any point. In fact, there comes a time when it almost feels like he’s leading HER towards the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.
When they come to a stop in front of said entrance and he looks at her slightly amused, Daphne pouts.
“You’ve been here before!”
Harry shrugs off the accusation and grins.
“Yeah, had some business to take care of back in Second Year. Nothing big.”
Nothing big her big fat bubble butt! Harry had killed an honest-to-Merlin Basilisk in their second year… letting out a sigh and shaking her head in exasperation, Daphne speaks the password and they enter the empty Slytherin Common Room. As expected, given she told the house elves that she’d be entertaining THE Harry Potter at this time, there’s an assortment of foods laid out across the surfaces of the Common Room furniture. It’s a veritable feast… and honestly, the elves probably went overboard.
Daphne leads Harry towards a black and green couch and moves the trays and plates off of it. She sits him down there and moves to straddle his lap, grinning impishly… only, he stops her and grabs her by the waist, lifting her off of him with his hefty muscles and setting her down to the side. Daphne is bewildered for all of a moment, before she watches Harry lean forward and grab a treacle tart off of one of the trays she’d moved.
“We’re eating first Princess.”
And that’s that. She supposes she should have expected as much, but Daphne is still a bit pouty and a bit petulant as she nibbles. Meanwhile, Harry eats a meal fit for a king and then some, before letting out a hearty burp. When he finally turns towards her, Daphne practically tosses her plate away in her haste to get back her seductive bearings. But before she can even lean into him, it’s HE who is leaning into her. Harry’s mouth crashes against her lips and he kisses her roughly, savagely.
His tongue slides into her mouth and Daphne finds herself moaning as she squirms in his grasp. But she doesn’t hate it, no, quite the opposite in fact. She’s getting wetter and wetter as Harry pushes her back against the couch. He kisses the hell out of her, and his hands go from holding her shoulders to sliding down her voluptuous body to her wide hips. Eventually, they go a step further and slide up under her short skirt, coming to a rest on the waistline of her panties.
Daphne feels like she’s drowning as Harry dominates her. He’s in complete and utter control, and his magic is washing over her in a way that she’s never felt before. As such, when he does eventually pull back to begin stripping his clothes off, the Slytherin witch finds herself standing up and whirling around the couch, putting the furniture between herself and him. Harry pauses in unbuttoning his shirt and looks at her with a lifted brow.
Trying to hide her trepidation, the dark-haired witch gives her best sultry grin.
“You’re going to have to catch me first, Harry.”
He gives her a look that promises retribution, and she hears it in his voice too as he speaks with a warning tone.
“Princess…”
Daphne backs away from the couch and then turns to run from the Slytherin Common Room. She gets absolutely nowhere, as rope suddenly twines its way around her ankles and she crashes face first to the ground. Before she can do more than pull her wand out, Harry is there, disarming her and pushing her face harder into the floor even as he flips up her skirt.
“Y-You barbarian!”
The powerful, muscular wizard chuckles at that, even as he grabs hold of Daphne’s panties and tears them off of her entirely, revealing a sopping wet cunt even as she squeals and squirms beneath him.
“You’ve used that twice now Princess. Am I a barbarian because you’re a princess, or is it the other way around?”
His fingers are inside of her and Daphne moans even as she answers him.
“I’m a P-Princess because I’m a Greengrass… and you’re a barbarian b-because you’re a Potter!”
That gives him pause, though he doesn’t actually pull his fingers all the way out of his cunt as he leans in, a hint of curiosity now in his tone.
“Go on.”
Daphne bites her lower lip, surprised that she’s actually using a bit of history taught to her when she was far, far younger than she is now. At the time, young Daphne had thought nothing much of it. Now though, it was actually a lot sexier, and a lot more arousing to think about then she remembered. Whimpering slightly, Daphne squirms a bit as Harry slowly thrusts two fingers in and out of her tight cunt.
“You… you’re descended from a long like of barbaric wizard-lords and battlemages P-Potter. Your family has always been savage, defeating noblemen, but muggles and wizards, in duels and taking their daughters for your own. It’s how your family kept your bloodline fresh, but claiming the most prestigious, most beautiful of a generation and fathering powerful heirs off of them.”
Harry’s hands grope at her ass and Daphne gasps. She hadn’t even noticed he’d pulls his fingers free, but now she does, especially when he jams his cock into her right then and there in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room. A loud, long, lewd moan leaves the so-called ‘Princess’ throat as his member slides into her inch by inch. She can feel his prick reshaping her tight little pussy, slowly but surely.
“Is that so? Then I suppose I’m just continuing tradition, aren’t I?”
Deep down, Daphne knows she wants Harry to fuck her for all he’s worth. At the same time, this is really just a matter of one-upping Granger. It’s not like Daphne had any intention of actually joining the small harem that Harry is building. No, she just needs to prove she’s better than Hermione. Of course, as Harry’s cock slowly thrusts in and out of her cunt, Daphne is finding it hard to keep that goal in focus. It’s becoming more and more difficult to resist the waves of pleasure and arousal crashing over her.
Still, she manages to maintain her defiance even as Harry fucks her.
“That’s… that’s right. Only a Potter b-barbarian w-would dare to lay his hands on m-my flawless flesh. Only a Potter barbarian would feast on my breasts and plunder my lips and take all that he wants from me! You’re a beast Harry, and you’ll never be w-worthy of a, mm, Princess like me! You’ll never be worthy of crushing my curves a-against your hard, burly frame!”
… Perhaps she wasn’t quite as defiant as she thought. Daphne cries out as she orgasms around Harry’s cock, her pussy walls clenching down rapidly on his slow-moving length. And then he’s pulling out of her and dragging her up from the floor by her hair. Before she knows what’s happening, her blouse and bra are torn off her just like her panties, and she finds herself having to cling on for dear life as Harry lifts her up into the air and sinks her down onto his cock.
Daphne doesn’t even realize that he’s following her own subconscious instructions. His hands grip at her flawless, perfectly sculpted ass cheeks and his mouth feasts on her tits. He licks back and forth across Daphne’s magnificent mammaries even as he bounces her up and down on his cock, crushing her curves against his hard, burly frame, just as Daphne had said.
The dark-haired with moans even louder as her black locks flow down her back. The only garment left to her is the short skirt she wore, in checkered black and green, Slytherin colors. It’s bunched up around her waist, almost like a testament to the fact that neither her House, nor her status as a Pureblood could save her from Harry’s barbarism. He’s thrusting up into her again and again and again, and she’s bouncing up and down on his cock as her legs wrap around her waist and her arms wrap around his neck.
Her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lull’s out of her skull as Daphne experiences another orgasm. She’s drooling in bliss and screaming in pleasure as her tone changes in an instant.
“Yes! Fuck me you bastard, fuck me! Plow me harder you damn barbarian!”
And he does it, even as his feet begin moving them towards a familiar stairwell. Daphne is barely conscious of the fact that they’re slowly walking up the stairs towards her dorm, instead she’s having to focus on something else instead. She blames Granger for this, but even as she shouts her vocal praises, Daphne finds herself having to pointedly NOT use the M word. Calling Harry Master like Hermione did, that would be the ultimate defeat. If she could instead satisfy him without doing so, surely that would make her better than her academic rival, right?
It was hard though, especially as they enter her empty dorm and Harry walks her over to her bed. They stop in front of it, and he pauses for a second.
“Why… why are you stopping?”
The words fall from her lips before she can even truly comprehend them, and Harry chuckles as he grips her fat ass cheeks, holding her in place.
“Well, perhaps this is where it should end, hm? After all, if I’m just a bastard and a barbarian, a dainty princess like you probably isn’t made for the powerful, slut-breaking thrusts I use on my real women.”
Wait, he can go HARDER?! Daphne goes bright red at the errant thought, and ultimately pushes it down as she snarls at the man who’s so thoroughly dominated her up until this point. Harry just grins.
“Why, you might end up getting bruis-.”
“BRUISED?! FUCKING DESTROY ME POTTER, DO IT, DAMN IT!”
Daphne finds herself on her back, with her legs up in the air, taking his cock much harder than before within a second. A loud pleasured cry leaves her throat as he begins to fuck her with a speed she hadn’t thought possible. His hand closes around her throat and he leans in to look her in the eye, that same domineering gaze from before boring down into her mind.
It’s everything she’s ever fantasized about, but that doesn’t mean she’s about to break so easily!
“Who am I to you, Princess?”
Daphne snarls and then shudders as a fresh wave of pleasure washes over her.
“M-My barbarian c-captor!”
Harry grins savagely and redoubles his pace. In no time at all, the dark-haired beauty is cumming around his pistoning dick, but regardless of how much he throbs or pulsates, she can’t quite seem to milk his seed from him.
“Who am I?”
He asks it again, and Daphne knows in that moment what answer he truly wants. She won’t give it to him, no matter how hard he fucks her! Growling, she snarls in his face.
“F-Fuck you, you bastard!”
Once more, he redoubles his pace. Her eyes roll back in her head again on the next orgasm and she shudders as his words reach her ears.
“Who am I, Princess?”
“You… you’re… you’re the S-Savior of the WIZARDING WORLD, FUCK! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!!”
She’s getting close now. Her mind is fracturing, but Daphne does her best to hold onto the fragments of her defiance as she takes his massive, thick cock into her cunt again and again. He’s battering at the entrance of her cervix, pushing partway into her womb with every thrust. How does Granger do it? How does Lavender? The two… they can’t possibly be dealing with what she’s dealing with every night, i-it’s impossible.
“You’re only making this harder on yourself Princess.”
Daphne’s eyes snap back around and she glares with the last bit of defiance she has up into the grinning face of Harry James Potter.
“You big, stupid, barbarian bastard! BREAK ME! BREAK ME DAMN IT!”
And he does. His cock slams into her womb and she feels her pussy conforming to his shape as yet another orgasm wracks her body. He’s fucking her senseless in her own bed and it drives home just how little Harry cares about being caught. Nowhere is safe. But then, Daphne doesn’t want to run and hide, not anymore. She wants… she wants to embrace this, she wants to accept what’s happening. A lewd cry leaves her lips followed by a heartfelt wail as a single word bubbles up from her throat.
“M-MASTERRRR!!!”
She climaxes one final time around Harry’s shaft, her pussy walls clenching down almost painfully along his pistoning length. And that’s when it happens, that’s when she finally earns her hard-milked cum load as Harry grunts and begins to fill her womb with his seed, swelling her firm belly with enough cum to shame a dozen men.
By the time he’s done with her, Daphne has outright passed out from the exertion, and her eyes are perpetually rolled back in her skull, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her arms are above her head on the bed and she’s twitching and spasming, her breasts jiggling beautifully in the process as she just lays there, trying to recover but in the end, left insensate before Harry’s dick.
As Harry pulls out of Daphne’s cunt, he turns around, his hard cock dripping with his cum and her pussy juices as he stares unerringly at what appears to be an empty spot on the bed opposite of the passed out dark-haired witch’s. After a moment of staring, Harry rolls his eyes and gets off Daphne’s bed. A couple strides later and he’s pulling his invisibility cloak off of Hermione and Lavender, revealing the two girls kissing heatedly and fingering each other right there on some other Slytherin witch’s bed.
They stop as Harry exposes them, and Hermione, being the one who has Lavender pinned down, disengages from the blonde and looks back at her lover and master with a sheepish, anticipatory grin on her face. After all, Harry’s far from done and now that he’s conquered Daphne, it’s time to remind his Number One and Lavender of their places, isn’t it?
Hermione squeals as Harry drags her close and drills her cunt with his cock, moaning and whining and squirming as she takes him to the hilt. Needless to say, by the time Daphne recovers, the other two are having to rest, and Harry is happy to make use of her until they’re ready to go again as well. In the end, all of them are laid out on Daphne’s massive bed with the curtains drawn and the security charms properly in place so no one can hear them or disturb them.
-x-X-x-
Daphne wakes up the next morning, remembers everything that had happened the previous day, and feels unbearably smug as she sits up and grins wickedly. After all, Maste… Harry, Harry had said that she was almost as good as Granger. And if she was ‘almost’ as good after just one try with him, while the up jumped plebian witch had had MONTHS, well then, just how much longer would it take her to usurp the brunette slut’s position, hm?
“I know what you’re thinking whore. You won’t beat me that easily. I’ve got a head start and a home field advantage. You’ve got a LONG ways to go.”
Daphne’s eyes snap over to Hermione. The brunette witch’s eyes are open as well, and though she hasn’t moved from her place curled into Harry’s side, she’s staring right at Daphne, a challenging look in her piercing gaze. Daphne scowls at that, and then a surprised moan leaves both of their mouths as Harry slides his hands over their asses.
“Honestly, you both act like princesses sometimes. You know, the two of you are going to have to learn to share now… I won’t tolerate too much in the way of sabotage among MY women. Is that understood?”
And now Harry is awake too. Daphne glances down and sees Lavender’s eyes open as well, even as the blonde giggles and then suckles Harry’s balls into her mouth from her place curled up near the bottom of the bed. Hmph, Daphne has no intentions of ever learning to share with GRANGER of all people. Turning her nose up and crossing her arms over her chest, the dark-haired witch pouts for a moment, until suddenly Harry pulls her onto his lap, his hard cock rising between her spread legs as she looks down at in in wide eyed fascination.
“Mm, Harry, wouldn’t you say it’s time for the slut to take your cock up that tight ass of yours?”
Daphne’s eyes go even wider as she looks back at her rival in shock. Then she sees the wicked grin on Harry’s face and he shrugs at her as she gives him a betrayed look.
“It’s one place where Hermione is beating you unequivocally Princess. Hell, even our pet is doing better in that arena.”
Well, when he puts it like that. Blushing deeply, Daphne begins to get herself ready. A bit of magic from Harry sees her cleaned and lubed up back there, but the rest is apparently up to her, as she crouches over his massive cock and prepares herself for trying anal.
“Daphne! Daphne what’re you still doing in there, it’s breakfast time!”
“Yeah Daph, it might be a Saturday but come on, all the good food is going to be gone!”
Daphne’s face goes white as the voices of her best friend and her little sister drift through the magically secured drapes of the bed. After a moment, she disables the muting spell and speaks quickly before re-enabling it.
“D-Don’t come in! I’m not decent!”
“We can’t come in you dolt, you’ve got the security charms up!”
“Yeah, and since when do you care about modesty?! You literally stripped down naked and stared at yourself in the mirror for like an hour the other day!”
Daphne flushes bright red, even as Harry’s cock slowly slides into her lubed-up virgin asshole. She’s gasping and panting in short order, but she NEEDS to get her sister and friend to leave them alone right now!”
A loud moan escapes her throat, but luckily the muting spell is still in place, so it doesn’t reach Astoria or Tracey’s ears. She pauses in her descent down Harry’s dick and calms herself a bit before finally turning off the muting again.
“L-Look you two, just go to breakfast w-without me! I’m busy!”
She knows it’s a mistake as soon as she says it.
“Busy? What the hell could you be busy in bed fo-?!”
Luckily, before her little sister can finish that particular train of thought, Tracey catches on and saves her.
“Hey, your sister is busy, let’s go!”
There’s a strangled note to Tracey’s high-pitched voice as she audibly drags Astoria out of the dorm room. Daphne is quick to re-enable the muting just in case any of her other dormmates are still there, which is just as good because a loud yelp leaves her throat a moment later when a pair of familiar, dainty feminine hands grab at her ass and try to lift her off Harry’s massive meat-stick.
Daphne looks back at Hermione’s grinning face.
“What? I figured if you were busy, I’d go ahead and take a turn on Harry’s cock while we waited.”
Her eyes widen in outrage and Daphne hollers as she slams herself the rest of the way down on Harry’s dick, just to prove a point. Then she goes rigid, because even lubed up and cleaned out, taking a member as big as Harry’s up your behind in one go is… NOT advisable. Hermione laughs as Daphne howls, all while Harry watches on in amusement and Lavender continues to suckle at his balls, the blonde pet completely and utterly devoted to her task.
The Slytherin Princess would fit perfectly in Harry’s burgeoning harem, just like Lavender had. No matter what Hermione thought of her in the end, Daphne was an excellent addition to the growing group of women servicing Harry’s cock. She’d certainly prompt Hermione to excel more going forward, so that she could stay on top.
-x-X-x-
Tonks can’t help but grin as she reads Hermione’s latest letter. There’s no pictures this time around, but then Hermione clearly doesn’t see this new addition as a good thing. Regardless, the metamorphmagus can read the underlying tension in Hermione’s rant about the ‘stupid-sexy cow-tittied pureblood bitch’ that the younger witch was harping on and on about.
Yeah, she could just imagine this Daphne Greengrass in person… a total Alpha Female, just like Hermione… until of course, they were each pinned down under Harry, taking his dick in their asses and cunts one after the other. Snickering at the idea, Tonks bites her lower lip to stifle a moan that threatens to leave her. Mm, just this letter in which Hermione goes on and on about Daphne’s many ‘awful’ assets, is enough to get Tonks a little hot and bothered.
Departing from the kitchen, the beautiful metamorphmagus makes her way towards her room, only to pause upon seeing Fleur’s door open a crack. Lifting a brow and quirking her lips into a knowing grin as she hears a certain moan wafting free of the door, Tonks looks in and spies on the part veela. The beautiful French witch is on her bed, on her back, completely naked.
All around her are the floating photos that Tonks had snuck into her room last time, and the beautiful blonde is going to town on herself as she whimpers and whines in needy want. One hand on one of her own perfect tits while the other is sliding three fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Tonks valiantly resists the urge to snicker this time, and after watching for a few seconds to ingrain the scene into her brain, she sneaks away, into her own room.
Once she’s in her bed, the metamorphmagus very pointedly does NOT put up any sort of privacy spells… and she isn’t nearly as quiet about her masturbation as Fleur is, even as she pistons her digits in and out of her cunt, growing them to be the size of Harry’s cock, even if they can never truly replace his glorious member.
Still, Fleur is getting rather close to a boil, isn’t she? Perhaps Harry will want her soon… perhaps Fleur will want HIM. Perhaps… perhaps Tonks can help with that.
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This is a fantastic series. Excited for Fleur and Tonks, although not sure if you are going to have Hermione involved with that one.
