Harry ate his dinner in silence because his mind was racing. He was eating a meatloaf, which was generally one of his favorite foods. But why? What exactly did he like about it?
These were the kinds of thoughts that had been plaguing him since Apolline's lesson. She described occlumency and legilimency as "knowing oneself". If he wanted to beat her challenges and flip the tables on that cougar, he had to get to know himself better.
He had quickly run into just how vague that idea was. He felt aimless. Worse, he was just questioning every little thing he did, which had the opposite effect to what he needed. It felt like he'd never been LESS familiar with who he was.
"Having a good meal?" Daphne asked.
Harry jumped. His attention had been turned so thoroughly inward that he hadn't even realized someone else came into his room.
Daphne was sitting at the other side of the table. There was a stack of parchment next to her which must have been the report she came here to deliver. Finding Harry in this state, however, had piqued her curiosity.
"I wasn't aware that you were such an aficionado of such dishes," Daphne said.
Harry forcibly shook himself. "It's not actually about the food. I'm just… trying to get to know myself, I guess."
Daphne didn't look very impressed. "How profound."
"It's for occlumency," Harry clarified. "I had my first lesson today to learn it'. I didn't do very well. My teacher teased me without any shame. I want to get even with her."
Daphne sighed. Instead of reading the report she'd brought, she pushed it away for now.
"I assume that this teacher is a beautiful woman?" Daphne asked.
"How did you know?" Harry asked.
"That describes, quite literally, 99 percent of the people you surround yourself with," Daphne said. "It's not exactly a prophecy."
Harry thought about it and quickly realized that she was absolutely right.
Daphne sighed. She stood up and came over to him. Grabbing Harry's hand, she started leading him upstairs. He went with her, although he couldn't resist saying: "This is out of character."
Daphne was an extraordinarily composed girl. She had a reputation at Hogwarts for being the epitome of what a Slytherin should be, at least in her bearing. Even when she was highly horny, she usually approached Harry with more tact or allowed someone else to ask him to fuck.
Daphne didn't turn her head. She was totally focused on bringing him to the bed. "I'm helping you with your problem, you dunce."
Even her insult was delivered in her usual, cool voice. That made it endearing rather than aggravating. The only time that Harry ever heard her raise her voice was when they were banging.
"You're going to help me with occlumency?" he asked. "Do you know it?"
Daphne pushed him onto the bed. She crossed her arms while looking down at him. "I'm a natural."
"I didn't know anyone was a natural at them," Harry said. "Doesn't everyone have to learn?"
"It's like anything else," Daphne said. "Some people learn more quickly than others. I took an interest in occlumency at a young age. To my surprise, I picked it up in half of the time the books said it would take. Ever since then, I've learned the intricacies of the mind arts at a similar rate. I believe it is because I do not shy away from any aspect of my character. I keep my feelings on a very tight leash."
That… explained a lot about Daphne, to be honest. She was a focused girl near the top of their year in matters of intelligence. She easily navigated her social life without ever getting too attached to any one person. She'd even earned the moniker of "Ice Queen".
Harry had a hard time taking that nickname seriously, given the noises he'd heard her make while she bounced on his dick.
"So what does this tutoring entail?" Harry asked.
Daphne let her robes drop. She was wearing a bra on her gifted chest and panties over her voluptuous ass. She crawled onto the bed between Harry's legs, showing him as much cleavage as was possible.
"Sex," Daphne said.
"Are you sure this isn't an excuse to get dicked down?" Harry asked.
Daphne rolled her eyes at him.
"I've had so many nights with you. I don't need an excuse for another one. I'd simply visit your bed," Daphne said. "This is for your good. You DO want to master the mind arts, do you not?"
"Of course!" Harry said.
"Then you must find a core part of yourself that you can center your sense of self in," Daphne declared.
She grabbed Harry's robes and opened them up to get to his muscular chest. Harry slid his arms out of the sleeves. She peeled him out of his clothes like he was a banana and gripped his curved, hardening dick.
"And that has to do with giving me a handjob… how?" Harry asked.
"When I think of you," Daphne said, "I think of this."
She was jerking him off with both of her hands, making sure he got completely hard.
"I'm not sure how I feel about that," Harry said.
"Yes, yes, you're very magically powerful and excellent at Quidditch," Daphne said. "But more than anything else, you possess a magnetism for witches. Your stamina is beyond what I believed men were capable of. Beautiful women are drawn into your orbit and you ALWAYS get into their pants."
She grew satisfied with how hard Harry was and looked at him while moving her body above his waist. She pushed her panties to the side to uncover her pussy lips.
"If you are going to understand yourself, you should try while doing the thing that you're best at," Daphne said.
She lowered herself until Harry's dick stabbed into her. She moved her hips without the expression on her face changing. Over time, Harry knew from experience that she would gasp and scream like the other girls, but she could handle this much without her composure cracking.
"Occlumency means fighting a defensive battle. It could be described as "withstanding" in other words. Do your best," Daphne said.
She had improved in bed since the times they first fucked. Daphne was very talented in most areas of life. Once she applied herself, sex was one more skill to master.
She wasn't as blessed when it came to assets as those with veela blood. Compared to most girls, she was curvy beyond belief though. While riding Harry, before the pleasure could inhibit her too badly, Daphne unfastened her bra. She looked Harry in the eyes while doing it. Putting her hands on the headboard behind him, she leaned down, feeding him her nipples. Harry sucked like a baby searching for sustenance.
Mating with a beauty like Daphne definitely strained Harry's balls. The masculine urge to breed urged him to pour his seed into her. With the skill that Daphne exhibited, a virgin or lesser man would already have cum, whether or not they just got started.
Not Harry. He was used to this now. Daphne's beauty and sexual chops weren't enough to strain him. No after all of the things he'd already gone through.
Almost like a slideshow, his past exploits played behind his eyes. Unlike what Apolline showed him earlier, all of these were completely real. Hermione, Pansy, Fleur, Tonks, Ginny… Even his professors had found a place in bed. Rosmerta, the saucy barmaid? Harry had been inside of her, conquering her cunt. Madam Croaker, the head of the unspeakables? Another notch in his bedpost. Hell, Harry had given a seasoned Auror a BDSM experience. Each of them sounded like a fantasy. Yet he lived through all of them.
He was starting to see what Daphne meant.
Harry Potter FUCKED.
No matter how good he got in a duel, this was where he had found his calling. Pleasing women and being pleased in return. Sex was a part of him now. Merlin knew he'd had enough of it. This was where he thrived, and where he belonged; his limbs tangled with unparalleled beauties.
He focused on the feeling of holding back his cum. Something about his thoughts had become sharper. He wasn't plagued by doubt in the way that he had been. He was able to isolate the feeling he was focusing on, blotting out everything else.
Daphne's hips slapped her sopping pussy down on his dick. Her messy folds were scraping the ribs of his dick. She was getting his balls wet with her incessant riding of him, demanding that his dick offer up the prize his balls could produce. It was raw willpower that was holding back his bodily reaction. In bed, he was the master of his body.
"Yes," Daphne said. "That's it."
She could see that he'd realized something. She lifted his face by poking his chin. Looking into his eyes, she initiated a legilimency probe.
To do that without a wand at her age meant she wasn't bluffing about her skill with this kind of magic. Harry felt the same feeling of intrusion that Apolline gave him. Daphne dove in and tried to see his thoughts.
Harry ejected her.
All he did was flex his mind, as if he was fighting an orgasm that was desperate to get out. Daphne's intrusion was rebuffed. Instead of being upset, she smiled.
Daphne had such a beautiful smile that it was a shame so few people ever saw it. However, Harry didn't hate that fact. It made it feel special when he got to see it, like it was all for him.
"Excellent progress," she said.
"It's a really good start," Harry said. "Now, I just need to work on the other side of things."
The reason he was training in the mind arts was so that he would be able to fool Voldemort. Part of that would mean hiding his thoughts to stop the connection from being used against him.
But the bigger thing Harry needed was the ability to penetrate Voldemort's defenses. Getting into the dark lord's mind was the only way that they had to locate his Horcruxes.
Occlumency was a good skill to learn. Legilimency was a skill Harry HAD to master.
Fortunately, he'd found a lovely teacher with a novel method! In the spirit of furthering his studies, Harry flipped them over and plunged into Daphne's body from above.
"Wah! Ahhh! Ah! Ah! AH!" Daphne moaned. "Out of nowhere…"
Her tough outer shell was breaking down. It always did, once Harry got going. He was the only man in the world he could draw out the faces she made when she felt degraded or shy.
The way that he had focused on the feeling of not cumming before, this time he paid attention to how it felt to be on top and pounding.
Daphne's pussy squelched when he rammed into it. He could feel her womb tremble when his tip would run into it. The way that Daphne's body quivered and her buxom breasts wobbled was as addictive as a drug. Harry felt like every thrust was spearing all the way into the center of her very being.
When he felt like he understood that feeling as well as he could, Harry launched a legilimency probe.
"Legilimens," he said.
He was powerful enough to do it without a wand, but saying the spell helped him pull it off. With his eyes locked on Daphne's, he dove into her thoughts.
He hit resistance. It was similar to the feeling of walking into a wall of pudding. His mental penetration slowed down and got stuck, failing to move deeper.
Harry slammed his hips down harder. At the same time, he mimicked that motion with his magic. Harry's probe started moving again. It broke through Daphne's defenses.
He was pretty sure that she was taking it slightly easy on him. He could vaguely feel that she hadn't fought him as hard as she could. Still, the thrill of accomplishment filled Harry up. He focused on the thought that was at the forefront of Daphne's mind.
Love. Devotion. He sensed her feelings like a flood. She was obsessed… with him. She wanted him. Suddenly, he saw her morning routine. He watched her pick up a birth control potion. She looked at it for a long time. Eventually, she set it down, not touching it. Harry felt an excited twitch inside of his heart.
Daphne touched his cheek. "Before you kicked me out of your mind, I saw what you did to Hermione. I charge a lot for my lessons. Can you pay?"
Harry answered with his body. He bucked his hips down so hard that Daphne was slid an inch closer to the headboard. Harry totally let go of the feeling that had taught him occlumency. All at once, Daphne's pussy was flooded.
"YES!" she said. "I wanted this soooo badly!"
Harry knew that for a fact. He had sensed her desires and how potent they were. Daphne shivered as she felt his cum enter her without any magic potion to keep her vaginal systems offline.
"I'm so glad…" she whispered. "Ah!"
Daphne's sharp moan was because Harry kept moving again. He abandoned legilimency, content with the start that Daphne had given him, and just focused on moving his body. He pounded Daphne and worked hard filling her with more cum. Her moans rang out throughout his room for a long time.
Now that they had come this far, Harry was going to pump her with every drop of cum that he was able to.
The Greengrass family line wasn't going to end with Daphne's generation, that was for sure.
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