Chapter Twenty-Four
Harry looked at the two women looking back at him, "Thank you for a wonderful Evening," he told them both.
"It was our pleasure Harry," they chorused in a worrying facsimile of the twins. "Even though we only got a few pitiful dances," Daphne added with a slight smile.
"Sorry about that, you did tell me to mingle though and from there it all went a little mad." Harry admitted with a smile.
"Judging by the smile on Ginny's face I think you mingled her brains out." Tracey put in with a smirk.
Harry smirked back, "Ginny and I; did not have sex," he told her without telling her much at all.
They were walking down the almost disserted hallways, since they were among the last to leave the great hall all was pretty much dead around the place. Meaning they could talk freely, they were all wide-awake though with the semi adrenaline that a great night can bestow.
Tracey looked at him, "What did you do then, because that was a deliriously happy smile she had."
"We kissed," Harry said with a shrug.
"Harry your kiss is amazing, but it's not THAT good." Daphne said with a teasing smile. Harry shot her a slightly surprised smile but refrained from further comment.
Tracey was looking impressed, "You only kissed?" she asked.
"Nosey little thing aren't ya."
"She is; it's true" Daphne put in and got a playful elbow in the ribs from Tracey for her troubles.
"I may have let my hands wander a bit, but we really only kissed," Harry said finally, "We just sorted through a few things at the same time, resolved some of my issues in the progress if I'm honest."
"Don't think of her in a family way then?"
Harry snorted at the unintentional double meaning but shook his head, "No I really don't. In truth I never really did, I do not have a sister and I certainly do not know what it feels like to have one, so I cannot honestly say that anyone feels that way to me. Perhaps if Hermione and I were not the way we are, then perhaps she would be that to me- I dunno, different universe perhaps she would be the closest I would have to a sister. Ginny though has always been a little different even from that, so no I never classified her that way, but she was in a strictly non- sexual box before now."
"I think the box she's interested in you filling would be sexual." Daphne said in a quiet aside that had both Tracey and Harry laughing so hard they ended up leaning against the wall. Harry shocked, Tracey amused and happy that Daphne was loosening up enough to flash that sense of humour of hers.
Harry stifled his chuckles finally and smiled at the beautiful blonde, "I like you," he commented walking slowly back towards the Slytherin dormitories escorting the two beauties as was his job as their escort for the evening. Of course he had no idea they had absolutely no intention of ending the evening just yet.
The two women shared a look and Daphne of the two said. "It's very nice of you to lead us back to the dorms like this Harry, but Tracey and I aren't really sleepy. Frankly, we don't want to stop the party so soon. Look, the suns not even up yet. At our age, aren't we supposed to party all night long?" she asked, coy and sexy all at the same time.
Harry lifted his brow and despite his obvious experience of late he still wasn't THAT experienced as yet, so said curelessly and artlessly, "We could go back to the lair, stick on a CD or something?" he asked.
"We don't have any CD's," Tracey noted, "Or one of those new player things that are knocking around at the moment."
Harry smirked, "You mean you don't know this one?" he asked.
"The charm, no neither of us do, it's spreading from the Muggleborns but not to us yet." Daphne said surprised at his humour and mildly insulted.
"I'll teach you the charm, but that's not what I meant. I meant, I erh… invented that one."
Tracey and Daphne shared a look full of surprise. "Really," Tracey eventually asked her tone now slightly sceptical.
"Yeah, also, didn't spread from the Muggleborns. I taught it to Ginny who has been teaching everyone else, so in fact it's spreading from a Pureblood."
"Where would a pureblood get a - CD," Daphne asked.
"Oh that's and easy one to answer," Harry said flashing a smile, "I brought them for her of course. The Weasley's and I are quite close, this summer we went into Muggle London."
"I quite like some of the music that's been heard lately," Tracey said thoughtfully, looking to Daphne who agreed with a nod, and the two looked at Harry beseechingly.
He smiled charmingly, "Of course I will, over the Christmas Holidays or something we can meet up and I'll take you out shopping."
They beamed at him, "First you have to teach us that charm." Tracey put in. Then frowned as Harry looked at her hair intently, "Urh-" she said warily, "Whatcha doing?"
"Looking for a hair pin," Harry replied mildly and with amusement colouring his tone.
"I used magic tonight, but Daph has a couple on I think."
"Well, we need at least one." Harry said and looked at Daphne.
"I'll let my hair down at the den." She supplied.
"Actually I thought you had it down," Harry said looking at her, "Not really seen your hair fully down or like it is at the moment, I like it."
She smiled at him, "Thank you, I like it long but honestly leaving it down all the time - it get's in the way."
"So- walk to the 'Lair' or use the Rune stone?" Harry asked Tracey.
"Before you had the Rune stone, how did you get there and back?" Tracey suddenly asked, just because she had been wondering, "You didn't walk all the time did you, because it's a long way out of the way."
Harry smiled, "No, I didn't walk after the first time I found it." Harry admitted.
"So how then?"
Harry smiled then walked so he was standing between the two women, grabbed them both in a half embrace and said, "Like this…"
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Tracey and Daphne looked at each other with a charged look in their eyes and a smile on their faces, "Now that is the way to travel," Tracey remarked, her tone a virtual purr.
Harry half frowned at the tone of her voice and made a sudden correlation in his head, "Oh- bugger," he said drawing worried glances from them both, his magic flared dramatically and he viewed them closely. "Huh," he said after a moment, "That could explain a lot, out of everyone I ' whirled' her most," he said mostly to himself but aloud. He reached out and touched the two women he was with and essentially funnelled off some of the excess magic, a large amount of it there was too. He suspected that one, perhaps two trips wouldn't really push the envelope but Lavender had travelled that way with him about 6 times in total, including a couple of trips to and from these quarters even when he had the Rune stone.
The two beautiful women he had with him; felt the magic draining from them with a bit of a loss, but nothing compared to what Lavender had obviously felt and looked at him curiously.
Off their looks, he told them, "It's been bugging me for a while now why Lavender was acting so strangely, and I think I may have found one of the reasons or a contributing factor. As Tracey knows there is a trick I can do with my magic, and that is what I thought it was, but it appears I was wrong, it is the same magic but used differently and at a much higher degree of potency. I think that may be what started it off." Harry said sitting down, then with a mental shrug he smiled, "Nothing I can do about it now, so the CD charm then."
Tracey and Daphne shared another look, and then sat either side of him, both keen to learn this new and useful charm. "It's very simple," he told them and looked at Daphne expectantly.
She smiled and got the clue, and with a practiced movement, her hair suddenly fell even further down her back and she had three clips in her hand. She smiled slightly at Harry's look, "What?" she asked.
"I dunno, I think I may have a thing for women with long hair though," Harry said then blushed slightly having realised that was not a very 'cool' thing to say.
Daphne also blushed, at the compliment inherent in that statement. She was starting to realise she had a thing for Harry Potter's, and since there was only one she had to admit, it was a potent liking. The fact he liked her hair long pretty much ensured she was keeping it despite the fact they were not… close. She had been thinking about cutting it, but the fact was that was not going to happen anymore.
"Right," Harry said and then aloud and slowly he took them through the charm. The hairpin ending up floating over the small coffee like table, "The air around the base of the pin and below it is where the sound comes from. At first I forget heat would be produced, which was a painful, but important lesson in physics." Harry said with a self-mocking smile. He looked around and spotted his jacket, which for change he was not wearing. He got up and retrieved a few CD's including some he had gotten in the box from the twins. He glanced at it, "Hmmm," he said with appreciation for the picture on the cover. "Nice, never heard of them, but then I'm not into pop." He commented much to Tracey and Daphne's mounting amusement, not that they knew what he really meant either.
He removed the cd and tossed it gently at the pin. The spell caught the silver disk and held it in place stationary. "The commands are simple, and don't need to be spoken, flick your wand at the contraption once to start and stop, twice to the left for fast forward, twice to the right for reverse. Stop is more like pause, as it remembers where in the track it was. No matter what actually, even if you change disks. Not sure how many disks it can store, only that it should cover any ones collection easily enough. I love Magic, I really do. Right, go on Daphne have at it."
Daphne looked at him and made a great show of patting herself down, "In this outfit where do you think I could stash my wand."
"No wand?" he said to her smirk, then looked at Tracey, who smirked and pulled up her dress showing a hidden sheath at her thigh, placed so that the split wouldn't show it was there.
Meanwhile Harry enjoyed the view, so for that matter did Daphne. "You have great legs, just so you know." Harry commented, "Want to try the charm?"
Tracey smiled at him sexily, but did indeed try the charm, and ended up with a working CD player.
She then, to Harry's great surprise, passed her wand to Daphne who took it and with no visible difficulties managed to duplicate the charm on the final pin with a deft swish and flick. Harry looked between the two with a slight smile, "To use each others wands so easily, if you'll excuse the double meaning, you must be highly compatible."
They smiled at each other fondly, which told Harry all he needed to know about their relationship. He smiled softly himself, and then flicked his wand at the only CD player with a disk 'loaded'. A quite cheerful piece of music started to play and soon Tracey and Daphne got up and started to bop around to the music.
Harry watched then with a smile, they were dancing energetically and it was a remarkable sight, the fact they were also dancing together did wonders for his teenaged libido. The fact they were both astoundingly sexy and beautiful certainly did not hurt matters either. The way they were dressed just added another layer on to that, ending up with a heady cocktail of prime female sexiness personified. He watched them for a couple of tracks with that same smile on his face before they decided that he'd had enough of a show and dragged him up to dance with them.
"Shame we don't have any booze," Daphne commented with a smirk.
Harry grinned at her, "Wait here," he said and disappeared with a swirl of magic, only to reappear a few minutes later with a bag in one hand and three glasses in another. "All night shopping, is one of the better Muggle inventions." He said with a smirk.
Daphne beamed at him, "You can really buy alcohol at this time of the… morning?"
"Well, not really due to licensing laws but I happened to have this stuff in my flat," he said putting down the bag and pulling out a bottle of energy drink and a bottle of JD and smiling at them..
"I tried this over the summer, it takes some getting used to, but-" he trailed off with a shrug and poured out three exact same measures of the JD and then the energy drink to go with it. "Most like Vodka but I prefer JD with it." He said, then as they sat beside him, with him once more in the middle he passed them each a glass, "To the future," he said with a smile, "May it be filled with laughter." He added and took a hit of his 'cocktail'.
Daphne and Tracey repeated him and his actions. Daphne grimaced with a puzzled look on her face and Tracey beamed, "I like this," she commented with a surprised note to her voice.
"I am undecided," Daphne said after a moment, "It tastes alright, and frankly I can hardly taste the whiskey, but there is a bit of a kick I wasn't expecting given the taste." She explained her odd reaction, "Took me a bit by surprise."
Harry smiled, sat back and put a foot up in a relaxed fashion on the coffee table, "God the trouble we'd get into if anyone knew we were drinking at school." He said with an impish smile as he took a swig of his drink.
"That's half the fun," Tracey commented, then smirked, "Not like any of the teachers can come here though is it?"
"True," Harry said then frowned, "Other than me of course," he added then laughed, "In which case I SHOULD give you both detention and take points, and the same to myself."
Tracey smiled sexily, "What detention would we have to serve Professor Potter" she purred.
Harry smirked, "Perhaps a spanking would be preferable to detention in this case, bend you over and give you a good seeing to as it were." He purred back at her.
Tracey smiled sultrily at him, "I think I'd enjoy that."
Harry laughed, "Don't tease me, my heart you know-" he told her with a gleam of amusement in his eyes.
"Who's teasing?" she asked, looking serious.
Harry looked at her steadily, "So if I put you over my knee right know you are saying you wouldn't hex my bits off then?" he said tossing a wink at Daphne.
"No- I'm saying I'd probably attempt to swallow your cock in its entirety afterwards."
Harry gulped and shifted in his seat, "Phew, well, that's one way to insure a spanking." He told the teasing, he thought, woman. "Anyway," he added, "I don't think Daphne would like to see that."
"I dunno," Daphne, said drawing a very shocked expression onto her from Harry, "I might quite like to watch that actually."
The joking atmosphere suddenly did not feel like a joking atmosphere anymore, there was a heavy potential for sex at that precise moment. Tracey put down her drink, her eyes damn near challenging Harry as she said, "Why don't you try it and find out what happens?"
There was a pause as Harry weighed the look in her eyes with possible repercussions. Then a flash of movement later and Tracey was across Harry's lap so fast she found herself looking around in shock at the change of her location. "I wonder, if this is one big tease or if you're willing to back up your words with action." Harry said his tone light, but with a hint of sexual predatory intent.
Tracey looked up into the blue eyes of her girl friend and winked, "Give it a go Professor."
Harry smirked, and moved his hand up as if to slap Tracey's backside, then brought it down in that movement only to come to a standstill a nanometre before contact, instead caressing her bum instead. "There is one problem with that scenario." He said his voice intimate as he softly Tracey the curve of her arse with his hand.
Tracey's no dilated pupils look up at him with difficulty due to the angle, "What would that be?" she asked her eyes holding a slightly smug look in them, as if she knew he would not actually do it.
"What if I accidentally really hurt you?" he asked, drawing Daphne's interest at that proclamation, "I'd not want to do that, besides there is a time and a place for playing that sort of game, and this doesn't feel like the right time." He added still softly caressing her behind, which Tracey had to admit, was driving her to distraction.
He smiled, "Besides I happen to know spanking isn't your thing, Tracey." He added drawing a turned on, but surprised look from the woman in question.
"Oh really, you think you know my thing, do you? We're getting close you and me, but do you think you know me that well?"
"We are indeed getting close, close enough that I've observed a few things about you." Harry said, and his hand began to drift towards the hem of her dress, "Things that others might miss I suppose- Thing of it is, you're an astoundingly sensual woman, in a way that I don't think lends itself to any form of- punishment games."
Tracey was now looking a little surprised. "I think, in fact, that you would prefer reward games." Harry added his tone of voice almost hypnotic by that point. Daphne looked between the two, surprised at the depth of Harry's knowledge of her girlfriend, and becoming turned on by the intimacy that was building up between them all with effortless ease. Harry it seemed was even sexier than she had realised and at that, exact moment was exuding a quiet sexuality that was damn near erotic in proportion.
Harry smiled, "So- what we need to do is come up with a game that matches the mood, now don't we?" he asked, his voice still in that low register that was driving Daphne up the wall. He looked at her with twin emerald pools filled with sin, "She's you girl Daphne, what do you think we should do?"
Daphne smiled invitingly at him, "I can think of many things at the moment that I would like her to do. Given where her head is near," She purred back, a little shocked at her for saying it and she had to admit horny as all hell at the same time.
Tracey looked at her with a mix of shock and desire. "Then Daphne I think the first round is for you- what would you have her do?" Harry asked, also horny as hell but remaining in control and teasing with an effort of Herculean will power.
Daphne looked down into bright blue eyes filled with desire for her, and had a bit of a silent conversation. They had touched on Tracey's hopes for the night and this was in line with that, and perhaps more besides. It had turned around a bit on Tracey for sure; she had planned on being in control and leading the charge somewhat. It amused Daphne that Harry had turned the tables on her so easily, and aroused her no small amount as well. She looked from her girlfriends permission giving gaze into Harry's expectant eyes, seeing that he was willing to put a stop to the game at her insistence in his emerald regard she knew then there was no way she was going to do so. She shifted back on the couch, hooking one leg up on to the couch, leaving the other supporting her and spreading her legs invitingly at the brunette woman over Harry's lap. "She knows what I like." She purred, "If she's a good girl, then you can give her a reward Harry."
"How will I know if she's being a good girl, good enough for her reward?" Harry asked with the devil in his eyes.
Daphne smiled, "Oh you'll know sexy, you'll know."
"She's a screamer," Tracey put in with an evil smirk moving forward so she was positioned between her girlfriends thighs but still uncovered enough that she was able to look into Daphne's eyes for a long moment. The look in her sapphire gaze turned on Daphne, as it always did, desire, longing a little awe and a lot of playful naughtiness warred in the brunette's regard.
Daphne relaxed backwards, shifting forwards slightly for ease of access and looked into Harry's eyes. What she saw astounded her, it was much the same look Tracey often gave her, but there was something else lurking there, something primal and exciting that made her pulse race. She was shy around others, other than Tracey at least, shy about her sexuality at least, but she was not feeling shy she felt powerful. She felt like a goddess about to be worshiped and that was quiet an intoxicating feeling.
Tracey licked her lips, and looked down, "You tart, no knickers." She commented playfully her voice a charged purr.
Daphne smiled, "You saw me getting ready and I you, and we're both knickerless tonight darling as you well know." Daphne shot back, "Now you need to be a good girl or no reward for you."
Tracey ran a tongue from the top of Daphne's hold ups towards her already moist core eliciting a purr of desire from the blonde under Harry's watchful and lustful eyes. Tracey shuffled forward a bit and shifted a little the end result was her dress riding up enough that Harry became quite distracted for a moment, looking at her thighs thoughtfully before he was brought back to the proceedings by Daphne's drawn out hiss of pleasure. He was slightly annoyed with himself that he had missed the moment of engagement; he found he badly wanted to see Daphne's pussy just as Tracey began to lick her. He had missed it, but he had compensations, Daphne's beautiful eyes were indescribably sexy as she caught his gaze and held it. Her pupils dilating and making her almost ice blue eyes appear darker in hue. Harry's eyes managed to convey that he was extremely turned on already by this game and Daphne loved that look of absolute desire.
Daphne let her legs sag apart a bit giving Tracey freer access, of which she took advantage. Trusting Harry to hold her in place she reached out and curled a hand around the tops of Daphne's thighs using that to pull herself in closer to the blonde. Daphne hissed as she felt Tracey's talented and experienced tongue begin to work its magic. Starting with her labia and quickly playing her like a finely tuned instrument. Her familiarity with Daphne meant she knew exactly how to please her and she was wasting no time in bringing Daphne to the plateau of pleasure.
Daphne was moaning now, her head lolling back and pleased noises emitting from deep in her throat. Tracey hummed as she felt Harry's erection pushing into her lower stomach, showing how much he was enjoying the show.
"It looks like she's being a good girl then Daphne," Harry commented with a voice like molten silk.
"V.V. Very, good girl," Daphne mewed erotically her hand bunching in Tracey's long locks, holding her in place against her sex.
"Does she deserve her reward yet do you think?" Harry continued to purr at her in a voice that was making it hard for her to think thoughts other than sexually charged scenes of depravity.
"N.N. Not just yet." Daphne said, smiling sexily at him, looking up and meeting his gaze.
"Merlin you're beautiful, and so- so- so sexy," Harry breathed.
Daphne's eyes became even more charged, "Not… so-oh yeah Tracey right there- Bad yourself."
"Aren't you getting- warm?" Harry asked the devil himself twinkling in his eyes.
Daphne smiled, nodding her head in a distracted fashion, "So- hot, and very wet."
Harry gulped, not quite, what he meant but by god did he like the imagery. "Can I ask you a question?" he suddenly asked, looking amused and curious.
Daphne just about managed to focus enough to say, "Anything,"
"If Draco hadn't turned up, would you and I have gotten further than a kiss do you think?" Harry asked his voice still silky smooth.
Daphne, a little too far gone to lie said, "Wanted to," in a rush, a pause, then, "Shag,"
Tracey heard her and suddenly redoubled her efforts with a moan. "Oh fuck," Daphne, said her breathing now ragged and laboured her face flushing and eyes stunning with her desire.
"I knew I hated that guy for a reason," Harry commented, his curiosity quenched, but he actually wished he had not asked. Of course there was a fair chance he might yet get to give her what she had apparently wanted in that hallway.
Daphne chuckled slightly, before letting out an erotic and drawn out moan as Tracey really started to go to work on her she found her spare hand wandering across her body and noticed that Harry was watching its path with great interest. She met his heated gave and smiled seductively, feeling very sexy and wanton and more importantly desired she started to pop the buttons on her costume.
Harry was transfixed as at more and more lace was shown to his hungry gaze. He had expected skin, but apparently Daphne was not wearing merely a bra but some sort of extreme sexy Basque made of white lace. As the two halves of her uniform were spread apart, he could see her wonderful breasts encased in lace, her hard and darkened nipples showing clearly through the sheer material. He swallowed past a sudden obstruction in his throat; they were so god damn sexy it was hard to remain in control and thinking at all. Daphne enjoyed his eyes as they became even more erotically charged; her own virtually locked to his as he eyed her with honest appreciation and lust. Normally when a guy looked at her in a sexual way she felt nothing, but with Harry- She felt like a goddess and the most sexy thing on the face of a planet, she felt like a Veela must do all the time.
She cupped her breast and toyed with her nipple through the lace teasing her self and Harry at the same time. Next, she worked on the thick band of blue that served as a belt, undid the last few fastenings and let the costume fall to either side of her body.
Harry thought it was entirely possible he would orgasm just by looking at her, she was curvaceous in all the right places, flat in all the right places with tone exactly where it should be and so extremely beautiful he felt real awe in his soul at the sight of her.
Daphne was starting to loose control, with the way he was looking at her and Tracey's experienced mouth between her legs she had little chance really, but she didn't want the moment to end, and certainly not the night. She felt there was little chance of that happening though, not yet at least. There had to be several rounds of the game left for sure. Her eyes closed and she let out a little yelp of pleasure as Tracey played with her Clitoris with her tongue, knowing these were Tracey's finishing moves she damn near braced herself for what she was sure would be a damn fine orgasm.
However, Tracey backed off the pressure a bit, apparently, she wanted this round to last a little longer as well, that was fine with Daphne as much as she ached for release, and she was riding high on the moment at the same time.
Harry for his part was thanking god and hoping he ruled forever from heaven if he gave gifts like this on a regular basis. He was not about to vocalise that thought though but it was most certainly in his head. He was feeling more than a little stoked, almost painfully so in fact since Tracey was pretty much lying on this evidence of his arousal. She weighed damn near nothing despite her curves still; it was a restriction that was beginning to make him ache. Of course, he would rather place his arousal somewhere much snugger but then the ache would be of an entirely different sort. Besides, he knew Tracey was up for just about everything but penetration of that part of her with that part of him. That said however… He began by caressing her knee playing with the sensitive pleasure point at the back of her knee and making her squirm a little in his lap.
Then as Daphne became increasingly loud, he decided he had the signal he was waiting for and moved his hand slowly up the back of her thigh pushing up her dress as he did so, until finally he had her naked arse framed by the garter belt standing proud on his lap. He growled slightly at the sight of her pert rear posed so erotically and caressed the soft skin with an almost loving movement of his hands. She continued to squirm at the movements, shifting in such a way that her backside was pointing upwards even more, damn near invitingly in fact.
Harry debated on a proper reward for the beautiful brunette's pleasing of her girlfriend. Her hips bucked slightly, showing just how aroused she herself was feeling at that moment and he smirked slightly, with an almost rough movement he made her point her rear in the air a little more and part her thighs.
Daphne yelped as Tracey suddenly become a little less controlled in her movements, her luminous eyes opened and she looked over at Harry and found the reason why. Tracey's shapely arse was sticking up and Harry was working a hand between her thighs with a professional air about his movements. His eyes were molten and his expression dark in a sexually charged way. He caught her gaze and increased his ministrations, "She's obviously being a VERY good girl," he purred at the enquiring gaze of the beautiful blonde. She moaned; she actually found herself moaning at the tone and pitch of his voice. Wondering what it felt like to have his hand down in such an intimate place. He smirked at her widely suddenly and removed his hand from between Tracey's thighs. His eyes predatory and filled with lustful intent he brought up his hand, fingers glistening with the evidence of Tracey's pleasure. Then Daphne's eyes widened as his two main fingers began to glow slightly, it was barely visible but noticeable all the same. Then he winked at her and moved he hand back to where it had been.
Daphne came hard as Tracey suddenly latched onto her clitoris and sucked hard enough to be almost painful, Tracey herself screaming but muffled by Daphne's body as she orgasmed at the exact same moment. Harry smiled laconically and somewhat smugly, knowing damn well he had just caused two orgasms on two different women while only touching one. He considered that an achievement worthy of some smugness.
Tracey, after a good long moment lifted her head from between her girlfriends' shapely thighs and looked back over her shoulder at his smug smile, which was growing. "You bastard," she said with no real feeling behind the words, her eyes lust filled and amused, but not angry.
Harry grinned unrepentantly at her, "Not a bad first round I'd say." Harry commented, reaching over to grab his glass from the table and taking a sip. Trying to ignore just how painfully hard he was at that moment.
Tracey began to sit up and found herself pushed back down so she was still across his lap. She looked back into dark green eyes filled with stunning amounts of desire, "The game hasn't ended," he told her, putting the glass back on the table and hand back between her legs, "Now we're onto round two."
"What's round two?" Daphne asked.
"Sudden death," Harry replied, "First one to come looses," he told them. "The winner chooses their reward; the looser has to pay a forfeit of my devising."
Tracey and Daphne locked gazes, "It's hardly fair with that trick of yours." Tracey said pouting slightly, "I'm bound to loose."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, "That's probably true, though it seems you have a few tricks of your own given Daphne's vocal enjoyment… Tell you what then, I'll - step out for this round, and then it's a direct completion between the two of you."
The two lovers looked at each other sexily, "We've not tried that before," Daphne noted.
"No- well, at least not officially, or in any- measured fashion."
"Then it's a go I think," Harry, said taking to the role of games master with damn near glee.
He lightly slapped Tracey's bare arse with a smirk at the resounding noise it made, "Damn I could bounce a knut off of that arse." He commented with a grin.
"The only nuts that will ever bounce off my arse will be yours when I let you fuck me later on Harry," Tracey told him her tone honeyed.
Harry looked at her with a little surprise, "urh-."
"Yes Harry, I'm going to let you fuck me tonight," Tracey, purred, "I know I said I wanted to wait- this is what I was waiting for, tonight is the night I will take you inside of me and god am I looking forward to it."
Harry found his gaze drawn to Daphne, "You- are alright with this? She's your girlfriend after all; I have no wish to come between you."
"Oh you will - come - between us," Daphne told him with a saucy smile on her face.
Harry gulped slightly and then smiled, "Then ladies please assume the starters position," he said with amusement leaking from his pores.
"You don't actually know what that is do you Harry?" Tracey guessed with amusing inaccuracy.
"Logistically speaking I think I can guess, having been in a similar position once myself." Harry replied glibly.
"Lucky girl," Daphne commented, shifting so she was sat straight as Tracey crawled off Harry's lap, pausing long enough to lay a kiss on the tent in his trousers.
Harry growled at the move playfully and stood up so he was out of the way for the next 'event'. Tracey led back down turning onto her back at the last moment, Daphne shifted so her legs where either side of the brunette's head and slid her hands down the supply lines of her lover as she sank down so they were in the classic Ying Yang position.
"On my mark then," Harry said through a suddenly tight voice, he had liked Tracey's naked skin and he loved the sight of Daphne's pert behind flashing him in all its glory.
The two women chuckled slightly, both with hooded eyes as they looked at their lovers' sex mere inches from their faces.
"God I'm glad I've got a photographic memory now," Harry muttered before adding in a louder tone, "Begin," and sitting down on the table to watch with great desire and no small amount of academic interest.
Once he had said the word begin Harry realised that they knew he was there, but he did not really exist to them, or at least he thought he knew. He had no idea that his mere presence was already pushing their buttons and their familiarity with each other's body not pending; it was already easy to see they were hot for each other. Either way Harry remained silent, eyes glued to the highly erotic sight of the two lovers pleasing each other with their tongues and mouths, at least to begin with as time went on or Harry found it increasingly hard to think against the roar of his draconian nature to mate with them they began to branch out somewhat into digits. The erotic noises of their union was loud in the room, heavy breathing laying the base line for the melody of wet noises that touched a part of Harry that normally lay dormant. His inner Neanderthal, he kept it under wraps as best he was able, but frankly there was a very inviting target not far from him and it was taking all his will power not to replace Tracey's mouth with his cock and drive Daphne and himself to some form of release.
That was not the game though, and it was such a very pleasant game they found themselves playing. He had started to time them mentally as soon as he had said begin, he was not sure why only that he wanted to. Perhaps as a way to remain in complete control, perhaps for pure scientific study. He was sure this would normally take hours, but the aim was to make the other loose control and from the heady mixture of noises emitting from female throats he knew they were dangerously close to coming in at a tie. He ached to find some release himself, but frankly if he did that he was likely to just loose, all control and at that moment, he needed to remain aloof as it were.
Harry could not see exactly what they were doing to each other, particularly Daphne's movements as she was hidden virtually from view. Tracey he had a better viewpoint for, and was taking mental notes, as her tongue flicked around Daphne's labia with practiced movements that were making the blond shudder all over. Occasionally her tongue would flick over Daphne's clitoris teasing her every so often. Harry knew this was a 'hot button' so to speak and had thought that if one were wanting to win one would concentrate in that area, but apparently, he was wrong. He did not really realise how damn sensitive that part of a woman could be, depending on the woman. He had a lot of knowledge, but a lot of that knowledge was not based in a great deal of personal application and for obvious reasons he was not keen to sort through those memories of his various donors. He had a bit of an insight from Hermione about what she liked to do to her self, and damn was that not a pleasant thought. The thing with the memory download process was it was just that, a download it was not selective. He knew her fantasies now, exactly how she liked to touch herself and with some extreme pride who she fantasised about. The pride because of late and on occasion over the years, it was his name she called out. He also had some biological knowledge to go along with what he was watching. Hermione herself had never done this before, but she was interested he knew that for a certainty now.
Not that the thought of being able to watch that did not give him a thrill, hell he was getting one now in fact. It was just thanks to the download she had all but forced on him he knew her rather intimately now, and found himself looking at things from a radically new point of view at times. Luckily, he had not started fancying himself or anything so it had its limits. That thought damn near made him laugh, but he held it in. Controlling himself by allowing his mind to wander was one thing; suddenly bursting into giggles would not only terribly un-cool, but also probably suicidal. Therefore, he refocused with a smile and a little more control over himself, not that it lasted long. The sight of Daphne's beautiful sex being lapped at almost lovingly by the equally beautiful Tracey had him sweating again with seconds. He wanted to join them like crazy but could not quite see how without them stopping what they were doing and fucking up the game. He did not want that, not even slightly.
Tracey was groaning quite a bit now, the blonde haired beauty working between her thighs driving her batty as she strained to hold on as best she could, but it was not working. Daphne had a slight advantage really, she had had the edge taken off her normally, whereas Tracey had come almost contentiously and frankly, it was not quite the same. She knew that at that point she was going to loose this round, but honestly in this game there seemed to be no losers that she could see. Other than the fact that poor, old Harry was obviously as solid as a rock and gagging for some form of release. Tracey knew she was going to have sex with Harry that night no matter what happened with Daphne. Which was not a thought she should have allowed herself, because suddenly the image of Harry doing to her what she had seen him doing to others filled her head? The memories of their time together in a sexual way hit her like a tonne of bricks and the next thing she knew she was having an orgasm that ripped out a scream of pleasure from her and her entire body appeared to be spasming let alone her fluttering vaginal muscles clenching around Daphne's long digits.
After Tracey had run the course Harry said in a low tone, "I declare Daphne the winner," he said, but Tracey had not stopped her ministrations for long and as he spoke, she too began to orgasm vocally causing a quirky smile to appear on Harry's face. "Now I'm not so sure, was that a draw?" he asked with an almost mocking tone, "You came so close together that I think in fact I'm going to have to declare a draw, oh dear, whatever shall we do to resolve this." He said with mock thoughtfulness in his tone.
The two beauties looked at him with almost identically charged expressions. "How about we see who can suck you hardest." Tracey said her eyes molten.
Harry blinked, and then gulped slightly as Daphne looked at his crotch hungrily. "I erh…" he said trailing off as Daphne crawled off Tracey and helped the other woman to her feet. Then they knelt in front of him with matching grins on their faces.
"Surely you are in pain by now sexy." Daphne said
"Pretty much," Harry admitted.
"Why didn't you say?" Tracey asked, knowing the answer.
"I really don't want to do anything that would risk your relationship." Harry admitted, "I can- take care of myself if need be, but this game is fun so I don't see a reason to stop it."
"Do you want us Harry?" Daphne asked.
"You're kidding right?" Harry asked with a highly ironic tone, "A gay blind man would want you two."
Daphne snorted in amusement, and smiled, "We want you Harry we've had a chat Tracey and I and frankly we both want you, tonight nothing is taboo, no regrets, no limits you, me, Tracey and astounding amounts of barely legal sexual activity. You want to fuck me bent over the headmasters' desk. Got the password? Let's go! You want to take Tracey hanging of a broom twenty feet in the air - where's the broom. Us giving you some relief - not quite so daunting a task compared is it now." She said her eyes liquid with both amusement and desire. "On the other hand if you want to continue to watch Tracey and I pleasure each other I'm hardly going to say no to having sex with my lover. It's just we figured you'd quite like to be - included."
Harry was silent for a moment before a grin split his face, "Daphne, come here there is something I wish to finish with you."
Daphne smiled and moved up and their lips met. That same spark happened that she had felt before and this time, there were not pretensions, no interruptions and before too long she found herself sat in his lap a hand on her thigh and feeling utterly aroused. They broke the kiss and Daphne spared a slightly worried look towards Tracey, they had talked, but this was acting and she was worried her girlfriend may be jealous. She was not; if anything, she looked ready to pop with the amount of burning desire simmering in her expression.
"I don't know why, but that turned me on more than anything else I've ever seen in my life. Bare in mind, I like to watch and do it often." Tracey said her voice a rough purr that sent thrills between them all.
"What about our game?" Harry asked with a slight smile.
"I think adjudication says that we were at a draw so we both get a reward." Daphne put in a devilish twinkle in her eyes, "I propose that Tracey and I - set each others reward."
Harry's smile was lazy and sexy and was crawling up on his face, he had the feeling he was going to enjoy their reward choices. Tracey smiled in much the same fashion and said, "I'll agree to that on the condition that I get to go first."
Daphne pouted playfully and Harry kissed it off her lips without thought of how familiar that move really was, but since she beamed at him, he did not think she had a real problem with it. The fact was he had an amazingly sexy woman sat on his lap looking a million galleons in a lace Basque and there was no way he did not want to kiss her at every opportunity. Moreover, those fire engine red lips were just too enticing a target to ignore.
Tracey smiled fondly at the two of them, glad to see them relaxing so easily with each other, two of the most important people in her life were bonding in the way she had hoped they would. Of course, there was always room for upping the stakes considerably. "I happen to know from close observation that right now Daphne is more than ready and - lubricated so I think we'll do this in reverse order."
Harry and Daphne both looked a little mystified at that pronouncement. "Daph, come here." Tracey said taking Daphne by the hands and tugging her to standing. Willing to play along but unsure what Tracey was planning Daphne allowed her self to be pulled upright and then positioned so she was pretty much bent over the arm of the sofa.
Finally, the two clueless got the clue, "Oh," Daphne said then smiled sexily, "This will be- new."
"Harry come here, there is something in particular I want you to do." Tracey told him pulling him up also and making him stand in a rather obvious position behind Daphne. "You like her hair, hold on tight to it and shag that beautiful pussy stupid." Tracey said her voice a honeyed purr filled with delicious lustiness.
Harry blinked, smiling, but surprised still. Then he looked at Daphne how was looking back at him over her shoulder her eyes filled with nerves, but mostly desire. His hands came to rest on her hips and he held her in a familiar fashion but made no move to free himself from his constrictive trousers. "You alright with this Daph?" he asked, his tone gentle, "Games aside, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Daphne smiled at him and the nerves he saw in her expression cleared, "Harry I've been wondering what this would feel like since I kissed you. Tracey knows that, which is why she has set us up like this. Trust me Harry, I'm ready, willing and I think able."
Tracey knelt beside Harry and worked on his trousers as the two would-be lovers looked at each other hotly. Harry chuffed out a laugh suddenly realising that Tracey had partially undressed him while he was enjoying the look in Daphne's eyes. "Sneaky little minx," he admonished Tracey with a damn near soft smile.
She bobbed her eyebrows at him, "You know you like it."
"I do, I really do," he said with a smirk. Then Daphne shifted and he was reminded that he was behind a beautiful girl with his cock virtually reaching for her by its self. She was already breathing quite hard, the waiting stretching the pre-pleasure to breaking point and testing her patience far too hard.
"Now Harry, I just want you to get in there, you understand?" Tracey asked.
Harry looked at her carefully, and curiously.
"She's ready for you; I promise you won't hurt her." Tracey assured him seeing the question in his expression, "Harry - she's positively gagging for it." She added with a purr, "So am I, so let's do it hmm?"
"I've wanted to do it with you for a while now Tracey," Harry replied with a twinkle in his eye before he focused on Daphne who was looking back at him with an almost beseeching expression in her eyes. He used his hand to line up with her core, took a breath and pushed forward slowly.
Suddenly he paused, "We've always been fairly upfront with each other, haven't we Tracey?" he asked in the same fashion.
Tracey looked at him with some surprise, "We have," she told him wondering what he was pausing for, poor old Daphne was growling at that point. Drawing out the moment was good, sometimes, but Daphne was literally dying for what Harry had.
"I'd like that to continue and with Daphne included." Harry said, now his voice conveyed he was worried about something.
Daphne noticed that through the haze of lust and frustration she was currently shrouded in and looked back at him, "I'd like that."
"I've heard this can be painful the first time, and I'm a little concerned about hurting you Daphne."
Tracey smiled, once again he had proven how special he could be, "That's true Harry but that's largely due to the Hymen being broken."
Harry's face cleared, "Ahh the wand trick," he said as if it was all clear now.
Tracey smiled, "not this time Harry, but I'll explain that later ok."
Harry nodded, "Ohhhh fuck," he said as Daphne suddenly pushed backwards, her mouth gaped open with a long sigh of ultimate pleasure falling from her lips as she took Harry in his entirety and by surprise. He slid into her easily, bearing out Tracey's claim and was entered into a world of moist heat that burned as brightly as the passion eh now felt. Daphne shifted her hips a little pushed back against him, trying to claim every single part of his shaft she could fit in and she was pleased to note it was a nice tight fit that send tendrils of pleasure shooting through her nervous system like fireworks going off.
Harry reached out and curled her long locks around his fist, as he was told to take a good grip and his spare hand clenched onto her slender waist and held her firmly.
Daphne let out a little mew of pleasure that made him growl in response and then the game was afoot, not the game they had been playing but the oldest game of all. He pulled back out of her slowly, feeling every twitch, every move of her body as he slowly pulled into the cooler air, then with a slight tug on both her hair and waist he drove back into her to the hilt.
Daphne let out a yelp and shot a hot look back over her shoulder at him, eyes wide with shock and desire in a cocktail that made her the single most erotic looking woman in the world to Harry at that moment. Harry then set a frustrating pace for them both, drawing out slowly and pushing in fast seemingly hitting every pleasurable point in her pussy with each thrust. To Daphne, at least, it felt that way he filled her owned her with each forward movement of his hips, she had never felt as full as she did at that moment, as desirable as seeing the look of almost awe on Harry's face and lust in Tracey's as she looked back at her Girlfriend. She knew Tracey liked to watch, but she had never had the chance to watch Daphne in the act. Something about the look in the dark haired woman's eyes made Daphne feel like a goddess and the fact Harry was pushing her limits just made things all the better.
To Harry he felt like he was in a pleasurable vice full of heat and lust her molten sex holding him tightly in it's grip, moving out of her hurt him to do, but plunging back was like arriving in heaven with each and every single thrust. He knew he wasn't going to last too long with those sensations flooding his system and once again the old standby of Arithmancy puzzles helped him keep control, he knew damn well he wasn't getting a single answer right, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he had a sex goddess bent over in front of him moving like they were partnered in the stars against him and he needed to cool off before he lost it.
"I've died and gone to voyeur heaven," Tracey breathed, moving to sit on a nearby chair so she had an unrivalled view of Harry and Daphne's coupling, she cocked one leg up on the arm of the chair and pulled up her skirt. With that view she just had to touch herself, she had to wonder if Daphne was going to be so giving with her choice of reward because from the look on the blondes face Tracey would be getting a fruit basket of thanks for some time to come. She wanted to feel what Daphne was experiencing, she'd seen that look before and knew Harry felt good to be wrapped around from that look alone, now she was tiring of watching the action, she wanted in on it.
Neither heard her, or really noticed her as she moved against each other, Harry thrusting faster now and Daphne crying out her pleasure with each stroke. The Blonde was flushed and breathing hard and Harry's face was a mask of concentration as the game unfolded between them. Harry thrust particularly hard on the next stroke and Daphne yelped loudly her eyes shooting wide open in pleasured shock. Then she looked back with lidded eyes at Harry, "Fuck me harder Harry," she ordered, no request in her tone it was lust crazy demand for what she wanted, "Harder, faster, deeper," she breathed as Harry began to pump into her from behind. Each thrust driving into her with more force, delving into her core at speed and pounding her towards her own personal nirvana. She reached forward, bracing herself against the back of the sofa as his thrusts managed to move her with each downward stroke. Her mouth open in a pararody of a scream, but the sound coming out was not a scream it was a primal expiration of pleasure. He shifted her slightly, in the process pushing her thighs closer together, making her even tighter and the pleasure began to become almost painfully intense. Her cry's became muffled as she buried her head forward and bit the arm of the chair, white teeth managing to sink into the tough material to contain the noise she really wanted to make.
"Don't hide it, scream my name Daphne. Scream it to heaven." Harry said his voice a studied lesson in passionate speech.
Daphne glanced over her shoulder and pushed her self upwards so she was holding herself on her hands, back arched changing the angle again and finding that little bit of extra pleasure. "FUCK, FUCK ME FUCK ME Harry FUCK ME!" she demanded, screaming the words, as he had demanded.
Harry grunted a little as he managed to up the tempo even further and was now driving into her with passionate abandon. Daphne gave up all pretence of control and let out a continuous stream of sound, alternately screaming his name and begging him to pound her harder, faster deeper and above not to stop. Harry listened to her entreaties and drove himself harder and faster, tugging on her hair in a way that gave her pain, but pain was pleasure now and pleasure was jus plain pleasure Daphne could feel nothing else but. Her breasts were moving in her Basque, the sound of their joining a wet slap of flesh on flesh. Her voice rose in the song of lust and Harry's concentrated face as he fought off from loosing himself inside of her beautiful body.
"I'M COMING" Daphne suddenly yelped, the last word becoming a slur as she crested and had one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Yet Harry drove on, pushing her further and further into the land of desire that she became utterly incoherent, but managed to get her point across just fine. Do not stop, keep pushing, driving her to higher reaches of white pleasure. Then with another final yell, she managed to ride a continuous stream of three consecutive orgasms, and slumped. Harry kept pushing but she had reached her limit for the moment and one word panted out brought him to a sudden stand still, "Stop."
Therefore, he did, dead, still inside of her feeling her vaginal muscles fluttering around his hardness as she continued to orgasm around his shaft. She was utterly out of control, riding that wave as it washed through her repeatedly, orgasm coming after orgasm even though he had stopped his movement. Until finally the waves began to slow and then finally stop leaving her an utterly satiated tangle of limbs leaning heavily over the arm of the sofa. She looked back at him with a pleasured but tired expression with shock in her eyes and no small amount of awe. "Thank you," she breathed before laughing slightly causing Harry a little discomfort that in his current state still managed to feel good. "Oh fuck that was good," she breathed. Then she frowned, "Oh baby you didn't get to come." She suddenly realised.
Harry smiled to show he was not mad about that, and then a voice interrupted them, "I'll deal with that; Harry if you don't fuck me now I'll kill you." Tracey told them, and especially Harry. He looked back to see her draped in the chair her moist sex glistening slightly in the soft light and her fingers toying with herself.
"Your wish is my command," he breathed with a smile.
With that, Tracey dived at him, knocking him away from Daphne, whom he just managed to remove himself from as Tracey hit him. They fell to the floor and Tracey was a blur of passionate movement above him as her Dress was torn off over her head and she looked down at him naked but for a garter belt, stockings and the heels she had worn that evening. "I've wanted this for a long time," she said reaching down with a sense of familiarity and held his shaft in her slender hand.
"Me too," he breathed, and with that and no other preamble she sank down onto him her face becoming the very meaning of pleasure as she finally took him into her body.
Harry let out expiration at their joining, "God you're tight," he told her.
She smiled at him with a hooded gaze, moving slower now as she adjusted for his size. Her blue eyes burned down at him from under heavy lids, her breasts tipped with hard nipples and her mouth curled into a seductive smile.
Daphne shifted around to watch them, she was more than a little mellow at that moment, but she could already feel the first stirrings of passion as she watched them join.
Tracey and Harry had been intimate in a way some couples never were had shared many experiences of late of a sexual nature but nothing had prepared them for actually being with each other. As Tracey slowly slid down Harry's shaft, the air seemed to fill with the promise of potential becoming heavy with desire. As she finally bottomed out on him, they looked each other in the eye as she began to move her hips.
Daphne watched them for a moment; Harry had been, at her request, hard and fast with her and Merlin had she loved it. This seemed different though; more intense she would have to ask him to do the same for her at some point. The two lovers moved slowly at first as Tracey tested her range of movement and began to slide up and down his rigid shaft with pleasured sighs spilling from her lips. Daphne watched as she leaned back pushing him deeply into her core her hair swinging down her back and breasts thrusting out proudly towards Harry. Harry wasted no time in reaching out and toying with them with practiced movements of his hands. Daphne knew they had never had sex before, but obviously, they had done much besides there was a sense of familiarity with each other's bodies that was akin to the one she and Tracey shared, it was erotic to watch, oddly, she did not feel jealous, she had thought she would. Instead, she felt desire, some odd sort of pride and a sense that something had started that night that would not end for a long time to come. She had a feeling that they were going to be very happy with the arrangement as well.
She relaxed back and watched as the two lovers teased each other and seductively had sex in a way that she knew she just had to try out with a small smile on her face. It was not conventional, but she knew she was going to cherish a relationship that was building between them all, she could just tell somehow.
Smile still in place she leaned back, gently touching herself as the sounds of their lovemaking became more urgent Tracey's voice raised with her exclamations of pleasure and Harry's joining her. She did not need to see them to know that they were both already dangerously close; her theory was born out a minute later as Tracey suddenly let loose with a primal call of carnal pleasure that managed to drown out Harry's own shout.
Lust filled Blue eyes looked down at them both for a long moment before they finally looked up at the blonde. She in turn smiled at them and said, "My turn again?"