Chapter 15: On hunt for twins
On Hunt for Twins
An unbreakable smile was on Harry's lips as he entered the Gryffindor Common Room, his earlier annoyance barely a blip, his mind busy with the details of his plan. When he had checked the Marauders' Map, he saw that both Hermione and Lavender were in their room, but unfortunately, the Patil twins were also there. Of course, with his mood already peaked thanks to earlier events, he decided to double instead of folding. After all, he still needed to start progressing on the bet with Hermione, and this was an excellent opportunity. He patted his bag, carrying the materials for his plan, acquired in a quick Hogsmeade visit.
He climbed the stairs to girls' side of the dorm, the alarm temporarily frozen with a spell. He traversed the corridors and knocked the door, hoping either Hermione or Lavender would answer. His luck held true and Hermione appeared at the door, looking confused at the apparent absence of visitor. "Hi Mione," Harry whispered.
Hermione looked shocked. "Harry, what are you doing here now, we're not alone!"
Harry smiled despite knowing Hermione won't be able to see it. "I know," he whispered, "But since you were the one that put the challenge for me, I don't think you have any right to object. So, be a doll and tell the girls there is a visitor." Harry watched as Hermione blushed prettily as his words, words that would earn a hex or two if anyone else would dare to say them.
Hermione walked back to the room, hesitation clear in her steps, but Harry was familiar enough with her to catch the spark of interest flashed in her eyes. "Hey girls, we have a visitor," she said.
Harry walked inside and closed the door behind him, putting a strong silencing charm and a modified locking charm that would prevent anyone from entering to the door for good measure. After all, the task in front of him was hard enough without any surprise interruption. Then he pulled his cloak off and waved his hand. "Hello, girls."
Patil twins looked at him, shocked at his sudden appearance, but Lavender's enthusiasm was sufficient for all three. She jumped up, dashed and enveloped him with a hug, her bountiful chest cutting off his air supply for a moment. "Welcome, my hero," Lavender gushed with a laugh and placed a huge kiss to his cheek. His arms still open, he turned towards Hermione when Lavender pulled back. She blushed, but walked towards Harry without protest and let his arms to wrap around her, and placed a kiss to his other cheek.
At that point, Parvati managed to throw her shock enough to be able to speak once more. "Harry, what are you doing here?" she said.
"Well, after the tough day we had, I though a celebration could help the girls to relax. It's not a problem for you, right?" He put his best half-smile on his face, and it worked just as it intended, blush spreading to twins' faces.
"Of course not," Parvati stammered, trying to hide her sudden frustration.
"Yes, a very nice idea," Lavender added, the salacious smile on her lips showing she caught onto just what kind of celebration Harry had in mind. "We all need to unwind a little after that terrible ordeal."
"We definitely need it after that horrible underwater task," Hermione added and sat back down to her bed.
"Perfect," Harry said and conjured a chair to sat on, and pulled a bottle of wine and five crystal glasses from his pack. Lavender tweaked with the Wireless, and an upbeat music filled the background. Harry distributed the wine glasses, and the group fell into a casual conversation, at least for a while. After a couple glasses each, innuendos started to appear in the discussion, obscure, but present nevertheless. Harry decided to move into the second phase of his plan. He opened another bottle of wine, and said, "How about we play some game?" he asked, offhanded.
"Why not?" Padma said. She was slightly tipsy, with a persistent smile on her face. "Which game we are going to play?"
"How about spin the bottle," Harry said.
"Perfect," Lavender agreed enthusiastically and started preparing the stage before anyone could object. She threw a blanket to the floor and added a cushioning charm to enhance the comfort factor. Then she sat down and placed one of the empty wine bottles in the middle. After the others had sat, she gave the bottle a spin, only to point it back her.
"So, truth or dare?" Parvati asked enthusiastically.
Lavender looked thoughtful, but eventually, she went with truth.
"Good," Parvati giggled, glanced towards Harry, and asked. "How big is Harry's cock?"
All the occupants of the room except Harry dwindled to giggles, who stood firm with a confident smile, after all, not like he had any reason to feel self-conscious. It took a while for the girls to gather themselves, then Lavender raised her hands quite apart, displaying his considerable length. Giggles filled the room once more, but this time Parvati gathered herself much quicker, and pointed a finger at Lavender accusingly. "You're lying."
Hermione jumped into conversation, looking smug. "Believe me, she is not."
This time, Padma jumped in shock. "How do you know!" Parvati on the other hand, was looking at Lavender in trepidation, like expecting her to blow up. But she only saw a similar smugness radiating off her instead of expected shouts.
"Secret," Hermione said with a smirk, and spun the bottle again. Next few question went tamely as the twins tried to process the revolution, through Harry made a point of keeping the glasses full. Then, the bottle pointed at Harry.
"I think I will go with dare," Harry said, putting the first dare of the night.
"This one is on me," Parvati said. "I still don't believe the answer of the first question, why don't you prove it." Still, Harry noticed her giving a fugitive glance towards Hermione and Lavender, likely to see if they would react negatively. Seeing both of them nonplussed, she turned at Harry completely and repeated her demand with a challenging expression. "So, are you going to prove, or chicken out?"
Harry matched her challenging gaze with a smirk of his own. "I don't see a problem, but are you brave enough to give it the attention it needs to go full height?" Only after Padma started giggling Parvati realized what Harry asked for, and went vermilion. "It's okay if you chicken out, I'm sure others won't mind helping."
"Of course not," Parvati said despite her inability to make eye contact. "I'm game if you are game."
Harry shrugged, and changed his sitting place to be between Parvati and Padma, then pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock, currently in its half-erect state. He was aware of the four pairs of eyes focused on it, two with a familiar arousal, other two filled predominantly with shock. Still, Parvati pushed down her shock, and her hand darted towards Harry's crotch. Her fingers wrapped around it tentatively. Harry smiled at the feeling of her soft fingers, but didn't say anything as Parvati started to move, slow at first, but picking up the pace quickly. Soon, Harry was at full mast, but Parvati still continued to jerk him off, showing no sign of stopping, a fact Harry had no problem with.
Lavender coughed pointedly, and Parvati realized the situation she was in. She jerked her hand away, her blush back in full force. "Okay," she mumbled, "you were correct." She spun the bottle to change the topic, which stopped at Hermione, and the game continued. Hermione went with a dare.
This time, Padma took the initiative. "Harry shouldn't be stay alone, so why don't you remove your robes," she said, her last words barely audible due to her mumbling.
Hermione looked confident, but Harry knew her too well to miss the expression in eyes, widening slightly in shock. She sent a darting glance towards him to check his response, and after seeing Harry's approving glance, her confidence solidified. She sent a salacious smirk towards Padma and stood up.
She started swaying, following the music playing in the background, caressing her body over the robes. She untied a couple of buttons, revealing a considerable cleavage, a bite mark Harry left a few days ago in a broom closet escapade still visible, an intentional choice by her considering it took a simple spell to fix. Then, she bent down, enhancing the cleavage even further, and put her hands to her ankles, pushing her robe out of the way. She kept her hands on her legs as she stood up, riding up her robe to reveal her delectable legs, only to let it fall back again after a glimpse of her underwear, though it was enough for Harry to notice the underwear was from their shopping trip.
Then Lavender stood up and wrapped her hands behind her, also swaying with the music. "You are too slow honey, let me help." Her hands started roaming over Hermione's stomach, untying a couple of buttons, then her hands started to move more freely, without a significant increase in speed. She pulled Hermione's hair to the side and pressed her nose on Hermione's neck. "Mmm, delicious," she said, then before anyone could say anything, she grabbed both sides of Hermione's robe and tugged harshly. Buttons flew across, but the people in the room were more interested in Hermione's beautiful bosom, contained only by a red, semi-transparent bra, cut low enough to display part of her small, pink areolas. Another tug by Lavender revealed matching panties, their minimal coverage abused by Lavender who were busy with caressing Hermione's tight hips. However, much to viewers disappointment, the song ended soon after, and they sat back down.
Seeing the game was momentarily forgotten, Hermione smiled and reached towards the bottle, incidentally, enhancing her cleavage even more. The bottle pointed at Padma, who gulped upon seeing Hermione's predatory smile. "So?" Hermione asked, "dare or chicken?"
For a moment, Padma looked like she was going with truth despite the blatant provocation, then Parvati spoke. "Of course she will go with the truth. After all, there is a reason she isn't a Gryffindor."
Padma looked at her sister and straightened her back. "Dare," she said, pointing her chest out in pride.
"Excellent," Hermione said, and Padma suddenly looked a lot less sure about the decision she just made, but gave no protest. "Harry, do you still have the stuff we picked in our trip." Harry nodded. "Good, I think the red set would fit Padma perfectly, don't you think?"
"Definitely," Harry said, pulled the package from his bag, and passed to Padma. "Why don't you go and change while we continue." Padma held the package in her trembling fingers, but still walked to the bathroom for a change. Harry spun the bottle once more, this time it pointed at Parvati. He pulled the other package and gave to her, without even asking a question. She opened her mouth to say something, but the Lavender's pointed glare silenced her. Hermione raised her wand and conjured a dressing booth. Parvati moved to it without any further protest.
That left Harry with Lavender and Hermione. Hermione wrapped her arms under her chest and trembled. "Harry, I'm cold," she gasped, her trembling doing nice things to her chest.
"Why don't you come so I can warm you up then," Harry said, patting his lap. Hermione stood up and sauntered towards him, and sat on his lap, his cock trapped between her thighs, her chest pressing at his. "Your lips looks cold."
"Why don't you warm them up," Hermione answered.
Harry slipped his fingers into her bushy hairs and dipped her head back, and closed her searing hot lips with his own. Holding back his arousal was challenging enough before, but with Hermione's body squeezing him, it became a veritable challenge. His tongue started exploring Hermione's mouth, his fingers wrapped around her legs, about to lift her, when he felt a hand grabbing his hair, and subsequently pulling back, separating him from Hermione's delicious lips. He barely prevented himself from lashing out, and only because he recognized the offender. Also the kiss he received subsequently went a long way erase the annoyance he felt, especially when he felt a pair of hands wrapping around his shaft.
Still, he forcibly pulled back after a minute of pure bliss. "Let's not scare our guests," he said. Hermione looked reluctant. "Don't give me that Mione, you are the one that selected this bet." She sighed and stood up, but leaned and gave a lick over his length before walking back to her place, her ass more enticing than ever. Harry growled, trying to suppress his desire to bend Hermione down over Lavender and fuck both into unconsciousness, a fact she was aware of if her giggles were any indicator.
Thankfully, Parvati stepped out of the booth before Harry could change his mind. The white corset had wrapped her figure very well, displaying her curves tastefully while contrasting with her dusky complexion, especially around the chest region, where the generous cleavage displaying a significant portion of her brown breasts. White stockings on her leg fit perfectly to her toned legs, and the innocent atmosphere were further enhanced by small white wings and the halo. Harry whistled, impressed with the outcome.
Parvati blushed, but still managed to keep her hands on the side as she walked back to her seat, and even pushed her chest out to enhance her cleavage. "Such a beautiful view," Harry murmured, making red even more prominent color in Parvati's face. But before anyone could speak, the bathroom door opened and Padma stepped outside.
Contrary to Parvati's innocent naughtiness, Padma looked positively sinful. The red bra and panties, though not as revealing as the pair Hermione wore, hid precious little, its bright crimson color enhancing the aura even further. Also, Padma was learning that it was very hard to look innocent while wearing red fishnet thigh-highs, red underwear, not to mention small horns on her head and small, thick trident in her hand. Though considering the relaxed way she was holding the trident, Harry was sure she didn't realize the intended use of it. Once more, Harry whistled appreciatively. Padma's walk was timid, but she still managed to sat back without using her hands as cover.
"So, shall we continue," Harry said, and spun the bottle once more. This time, it pointed Lavender. "Purple babydoll?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Purple babydoll," Hermione approved. Lavender shrugged and stood up, unbuttoning her robe as she walked towards her closet. When she arrived, she was already in her underwear, considerable more conservative than the others. Harry made a mental note to invite Lavender for shopping, she definitely needed it, but the thought went into background when Lavender get rid of her underwear under the partial cover of wardrobe, her left tit peeking out from time to time, her left side completely on display, though cover managed to keep the view of her nether lips hidden as she donned the selected sleepwear. Harry noticed the sudden absence of twins' breathing.
Her walk back was markedly different than the twins, every step maximizing the sway of her considerable assets, the tightness of her clothes enhancing even more. The observers watched breathlessly until Lavender sat back. Seeing everyone was busy gawking at her, she smiled, then reached and spun the bottle once more, and it landed on Harry. "Your clothes are a eyesore Harry, please get rid of them."
Harry smiled and waved his hand, his clothes flew off his body and folded in the corner. Harry smirked at their shock, mixed with a thick arousal. It was the first time he was using his wandless skills next to them, so their shock was expected, as so their arousal. Harry noticed earlier that power was an aphrodisiac for many witches, and such a casual display of wandless magic definitely qualified as power. He could see both Parvati and Padma trying to slide towards him bit by bit, though their tentative arousal was no match to the naked desire on Hermione's and Lavender's faces. They looked ready to pounce at him, only a discrete glance held them in place. Harry had no intention of scaring the twins after all this effort. Harry spun the bottle once again, and it landed on Hermione once more.
"Why don't you give Lavender a kiss," Harry said. Sopping in arousal, Hermione wasted no time before pouncing at her, their tongues battling. The twins gasped at both sides of him, their gazes going between the girls, and Harry's cock, rock hard once more thanks to the view.
He decided to move forward with the plan, as Hermione and Lavender didn't look like they would be able to return to the game. He reached and put his arms around the twins' back, right one around Parvati, left one around Padma. Both of them purred as they snuggled into their respective sides. Soon, Parvati managed to gather enough courage to wrap her fingers around his shaft once more, but her eyes popped open as her hand wrapped around another hand instead of her target. Her eyes jolted open in shock, only to see her sister's hand slowly rubbing it while the owner smiling smugly. Harry was very glad to see sparks of competition appearing in Parvati's eyes, just as he was glad to feel Parvati's hand taking its place around the top side of his cock.
Padma glared at her sister, who sent back a cheeky grin. In an effort to outshine her sister, her other fingers landed on his balls, massaging them to best of her ability. The next escalation came soon after. Parvati leaned down and captured his cock, her clumsy but enthusiastic tongue wrapped around his crown. Padma looked put out, so Harry did his best to mitigate. He put his finger below her chin, pushed upwards, and pressed his lips to hers, feeling her melt under his kiss.
When Parvati pulled away to take a breath, Padma stopped the kiss and leaned to wrap her lips around his cock. But, instead of massaging the crown, she pushed herself deeper and deeper, enveloping more than half of his cock in one go before pulling back, gasping and coughing. Parvati smiled at her condescendingly and took her place, managing to push deep enough to take all his cock under Padma's jealous watch. Trusting Padma's desire to one-up her sister, he unbuttoned her bra with a flick of his fingers, then pulled it off. Padma pulled his hand to her tits, showing her enthusiasm. Harry's fingers sank into her tits, his lips finding hers once more. Parvati pulled back for a breather, then returned to her self-appointed task while Padma was busy with Harry's lips.
Suddenly, a wave of curiosity hit Harry, wondering what would happen if he were to use a little pure magic in his touches. He focused his magic on his fingers before grabbing one of Padma's nipples. Padma's sudden, loud moan showed just how successful it was. Harry smiled, then caressed Padma's folds over her panties, arresting the sudden increase of moans with his mouth. Then, he disconnected from the kiss and leaned to nibble Padma's tits, this time focusing his magic on the tip of his tongue. It worked even better than he ever hoped, Padma's shouts getting louder every second. Harry slipped his fingers under her panties, but his naked touch proved too much, and Padma started gushing, drenching his fingers with her juices, though he couldn't deny being disappointed when Padma fell back, out of breath.
He glanced towards Lavender and Hermione, who were managing to last quite well without Harry's attention. Hermione was pressing her head into Lavender's bosom, showing it wasn't just the male students that were enraptured with Lavender's beautiful tits. Harry made a note to introduce Hermione to Susan and Hannah, he had a feeling it would be an encounter to remember.
Then he turned his attention to Parvati, who was still doing her best to make his cock disappear. Harry was impressed with her perseverance, she managed to push his entirety in her mouth, his crown being constricted by her throat. It felt wonderful, but Harry was beset with a desire to taste her. He pulled open the zipper of her corset in one motion, and bereft of any hold, it fell off, leaving Padma dressed in only a pair of white stockings and an angel halo, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin. He waited until she pulled out for breathing, then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down. He placed a magic-enhanced kiss on her neck, then continued tracing down, staggering at her breasts for a bit, paying attention to her chocolate nipples, then passed her stomach and arrived at her clean-shaved pussy.
He took a whiff of her sweet scent before delving to her folds, beating them with the rhythmic tongue brushes. Parvati's moans filled the room once more. He applied magic to his tongue, and Parvati's volume rose even further, echoing in the walls. Then he felt another pair of lips around his girth. A look showed Padma was conscious once more, and was continuing where her sister left off. Every second pushed him ever closer to the edge, and Parvati's climax proved the last step, and he filled Padma's mouth with his cream.
He waited for Padma to pull back, then he stood up and glanced around the room. After all, the night was still young…
Chapter 16: For Hunter Goes the Spoils
For Hunter Goes the Spoil
Harry took a deep breath, thinking about his next step. Parvati was out for the moment, collapsed into semi-unconsciousness after her latest orgasm, her sweat covered skin throbbing with pleasure. Hermione and Lavender were busy with each other, Lavender lying on the ground, her back arched in pleasure, Hermione's head hidden in her generous bosom, muffling her voice.
He turned towards Padma, who was watching him like a cat that finally managed to corner the canary after an arduous chase, ready to pounce. He decided she deserved his attention next, but it didn't mean he couldn't spice things up. "Hermione, come here," he said.
Hermione blinked to his side, so quick that if it wasn't for the wards, he would have been convinced that she had apparated. She caught his lips in a heated kiss. Harry kissed her back, enjoying the aromatic taste of her lips, until he was distracted by Lavender speaking. "How about me?" she asked, pouting.
"Why don't you attend to Parvati," he said. "We don't want her to feel alone, right?"
Lavender smirked. "You're right. After all, I would be a poor roommate if I don't assist her in a moment of need.
"Exactly," Harry said and turned to Hermione, who had a cute pout on her face. "Don't be like that," he said, punctuating his message with spank to ass, sparing a moment to watch its erotic rippling. "Why don't you help me to prepare Padma for the next step."
"Sure thing, Harry," she chirped and pecked his lips one last time before shifting her attention to Padma, her petulant look replaced with the gaze of a predator. Harry chuckled, apparently, he managed to create a monster, though with very satisfying results. Then, his attention had been grabbed by more important things, like Hermione, dragging her tongue over Padma's slit again and again, readying her for his incoming attention.
Hermione deserved to have a reward her for her efforts, Harry decided, and brought his mouth near her nether lips, the air thick with the delicious smell of arousal. He dipped his tongue for a taste, then started whispering in parseltongue. The effect was exquisite, a moan rippling of her lips, and soon, her body was shaking with excitement. Still, always an overachiever, she managed to keep her mouth fixed to her objective. Harry paced himself, keeping her close to the edge, but not to the point of climax.
After a while, he pulled back. He spanked Hermione's ass, then ordered her to pull back. "But Harry," Hermione whined, her trembling body proof of her aching for a release, but Harry had other plans than a quick escape. He laced his fingers with a trace of magic, then reached for her nipple, and flicked gently. Its impact on Hermione was exquisite, she jerked upwards, her tits waving enticingly. He leaned to her ear, and whispered. "No need to hurry. Good things come to those who wait." Hermione nodded, the expression on her face clear just how enthusiastically she was waiting for those good things.
Following his directions, she walked behind Padma, and sat down. She placed her hands on Padma's shoulders and gently pulled her back, so that Padma's head was resting on her firm bosom. Hermione's hands found Padma's tits, kneading gently.
Harry moved toward Padma, whose legs already widened in anticipation, presenting her clean, glistening pussy to his attention. He positioned himself between her legs, and pressed the head of his cock to her opening. His eyes found her eyes, searching for her approval. Only after seeing the hungry look on her face hadn't shifted into a last second panic, he pushed forward, pleasure filling him as Padma's virgin lips wrapped tightly around his girth, squeezing. Her barrier showed little resistance, fading away after a smooth push.
Padma gasped, but Hermione was already there to soothe her pain. She leaned down, leveraging her convenient position to the best effect, and captured Padma's lips, and soon, her painful gasp was replaced with satisfied purrs. Harry waited until she was reasonably adapted to his girth, then started pumping, slow and gentle at first, but picking up the pace by every passing minute. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh was echoing off the walls, accompanied by cries of pleasure, occasionally silenced by a pair of lips.
Then, Harry noticed Hermione was pretty neglected other than an occasional kiss, despite deserving a good reward of her own. So, he wrapped his arms around Padma's torso and pulled her towards him, turned some, and lay Padma on the floor. Hermione caught on his objective without Harry needing to articulate it, showing once again that her title as the brightest witch wasn't limited to coursework. She lowered herself on Padma's face, whose tongue darted out immediately, intent on paying Hermione back.
Under assault of many unfamiliar sensations, Padma climaxed soon after, but this time, Harry didn't give her any reprieve, slamming into her repeatedly. Only after her fourth orgasm he pulled back, and only because his own release was imminent. That, and Padma was barely clinging to her consciousness. He painted Padma's torso white, looked at Hermione. "Bon Appetit," he said, smiling. He dallied for a minute, watching as Hermione licked Padma's vanilla covered chocolate tits like ice cream on a hot summer day.
Then he turned towards the other occupants of the room, whose view was just as arousing as the one he left behind. Parvati and Lavender were in a sixty-nine position, Parvati at the top, Lavender at the bottom. Lavender wasn't wearing a stitch, her beautiful body on display for all to see. Parvati wasn't completely naked, though considering the only article of clothing she had was her knee-high white stockings, it didn't matter much. His cock jumped back to life almost instantly, and he positioned himself at Parvati's entrance. "Ready?" he asked.
Parvati pulled away from Lavender's pussy for a second. "Fill me up Harry," she said, her ass rising a little for easier access. Lavender showed her approval in form of a last, slow lick across his length. She placed her hand on Parvati's opening, pulling her nether lips aside to invite Harry inside. Harry didn't think he had the power to deny such an erotic sight. Thankfully, he had no need to do so, and Harry pushed inside, eliciting another pained yelp from Parvati as her virginity became a part of history.
Harry sank his fingers into Parvati's flesh, waiting for her to get used to the sharp sensation. Then, he started pushing, marveling her tightness as he traveled deeper bit by bit. Soon, he was completely immersed in her eager pussy, Lavender's tongue was busy Parvati's knob. He started plowing Parvati with long, even strokes, earning her climax even quicker than Padma's.
Then Harry pulled out, and Parvati let out a disappointed sigh, only to be replaced by an excited yelp as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, before starting to walk towards the other twin. He asked Hermione to pull back, and lay Parvati over her sister, their breasts pressing against each other. He heard Lavender whistling in appreciation, and Hermione chose to show her appreciation in a more direct way, with her fingers deep between her own folds, her other hand busy teasing her tits. Harry had to admit, twins, one lying over the other, sharing passionate kiss was indeed a beautiful sight.
He chose to start with Padma, correctly guessing that she missed his presence, but several rapid pushes later, he switched to Parvati's entrance, Padma's disappointed shout mixing with Parvati's moan. But after every switch, the ratio of disappointed shouts lessened, while moans continued to get louder and louder. Then, an idea popped into his mind, wondering whether he could duplicate his earlier magical trick with his cock. He stilled for a second, trying to concentrate.
Padma pulled back from her sister's lips and looked at him in askance, about to ask about sudden stop, when Harry managed a partial success. It worked, but quite stronger than he intended, and a scream left Parvati's lip, loud enough to make Harry stop in worry.
For a few seconds, Parvati just breathed deeply, then spoke in a deceptive calm. "Harry, I don't know what you just did, but I will kill you if you dare to stop before I'm unconscious with pleasure."
"As you wish," he answered, and wrapped his magic around his cock once more, this time carefully adjusting the amount. He started plowing again, this time, his every push driving Parvati closer to climax, and soon, Parvati's body attacked by a pervasive shudder, trembling in pleasure. Harry lost no time before switching to Padma, fucking her with some merciless pace.
A few minutes later, Harry pulled back, gazing at the unconscious bodies of the twins. He hadn't expected them to lose consciousness, but apparently pleasure was too overwhelming. His technique needed more practice. He smiled as he turned left, where Lavender and Hermione was massaging each other's tits, while waiting for him to finish. His cock twitched. Thankfully, he had other friends that could help him to train his new technique…
Harry paid a last glance at the room, making sure the girls were tucked in their beds comfortably before he dispelled the spells that were reinforcing the door, this time not even bothering to reach his wand. He was filled with a weird mixture of euphoria and utter exhaustion. He didn't know which potions Madam Pomfrey fed him, he needed over six hours before his horniness fell back to a point where he was willing to stop. Thankfully, the twins managed to wake up from their pleasure induced stupor just in time to reinforce Hermione and Lavender. He sighed, he was lucky to have four very competitive and very attractive witches in the room, trying to one-up each other to the end.
He pulled the cloak on and stepped into the corridor, intent on going back to his room, but he heard an errant moan, clearer than it would be if it had been coming behind a closed door. Curious, he climbed up the stairs, following the source. The view waiting for him at the end of the stairs enough to invigorate his tired expression. "Hello my little voyeur," he whispered.
A familiar figure was standing in front of a slightly ajar door, peeking inside. Harry wasn't surprised much, after all, it was the third time he had caught Katie Bell peeking on other people having sex. Her hand was under her robes, her deep moans leaving no doubt about its exact locations. For a moment, Harry considered walking towards her, he had no doubt it would result in an interesting adventure. But alas, after the night he was physically spent, so he turned back and started walking towards his dorm…
Chapter 17: The Bet
The Bet
Daphne Greengrass was at the library, trying to focus on her Transfiguration homework, but it was proving to be harder than she expected. The reason for it was sitting on two desks ahead, and was named Harry Potter. She squeezed her quill, trying to contain her annoyance. It wasn't that she had a personal problem with Potter, despite his tendency to destroy Slytherin in house cup or Quidditch. For the first three years of school, Daphne was completely neutral to his presence.
It all changed this year.
The reason wasn't something personal still, but the popularity boost he received this year had resulted with a gaggle of fangirls, mainly lower years, though a disturbing amount of sixth and seventh-year girls were mixed in, always crowding around whenever he was in the library, distracting everyone else. To make things worse, he visited the library often for tournament research, making it a chore to finish any homework.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed one of the girls walking towards the table Harry was sitting. "Finally," she murmured, without even bothering to look who it was, hoping that whoever it was would pull Potter to a cupboard, and she would have her library back. But then, the girl spoke, her familiar voice bringing Daphne's thoughts to a stretching halt.
"Hi Harry," Astoria Greengrass said. Daphne turned in shock to see her sister standing in front of Harry's table. She was wearing her school robes, but it was open, displaying her shirt, first few buttons popped open, and her skirt, shortened enough to display almost the entirety of her thighs. And like it wasn't enough, there was a familiar expression on Astoria's face, an expression she had shown whenever she was about to give Daphne or her parents a fit.
"Hi," Harry said. "How can I help you?"
"I'm Astoria," her sister said. "Astoria Greengrass."
"Okay, Ms. Greengrass-" Harry started, only to cut by her sister.
"Call me Astoria," her sister said, the slight purr in her voice filling Daphne with dread.
"Of course," Harry said and smiled with his damnable crooked smile. Daphne wasn't able to see his face from the seat she was sitting, but the sudden, bright red blush of her sister was enough to infer. "How can I help you, Astoria?"
"I'm going to celebrate my eighteenth birthday next weekend, and luckily, there is a Hogsmeade weekend then."
"So?" Harry said, dread building up in Daphne, knowing her sister too well to have any doubt about her next words.
"So, Harry," Astoria said, the way she said his name raising Daphne's hackles even more. Then Astoria placed her hands on Harry's table and leaned forward, her cleavage deep enough to show the edge of her bra. Realizing she won't be able to hear the next words, Daphne drew her wand and cast a small spying spell her mother taught, making sure she would be able to listen to the conversation even if they start whispering. Astoria continued speaking, but her voice low enough that surrounding tables won't hear it. "I have heard rumors of your recent exploits, and I'm really curious about their accuracy. So, you are going to be my date for the next weekend, and you are going to give me a magical time, both during the date and aftermath. Understood?" she asked, caressing his cheek with her finger.
"Who am I to disappoint such an order," Harry whispered back, wrapped his fingers around her wrist, and brought to his lips.
"Saturday, eleven, Great Hall," Astoria said, turned back and walked away, an exaggerated, hypnotic sway on her hips.
"It's going to be fun, taming a snake," Harry whispered to himself before turning back to his book.
Daphne was frozen in shock, not knowing what to do. It wasn't like her sister was inexperienced. She knew Astoria fooled around from time to time just like she did, but Daphne always thought that her sister had the presence of mind to keep those dalliances sufficiently under wrap. But a date with the Potter in the middle of Hogsmeade was not something one could cover up, not just from the school either. There was a significant risk that Witch Weekly would pick up the story, Potter dating a Slytherin was huge news. Daphne didn't want to imagine the possible response of her parents for such a thing, but it wouldn't be pleasant.
And to make things worse, she knew her sister. Once decided, it would be impossible to dissuade her, and any attempt to do so would make her even more enthusiastic. No, only possible way to go was convincing Potter.
With her mind set, Daphne decided to wait for Harry to leave the library, but since she didn't want to see while leaving just after him, she gathered her personal items and left the library, waiting at the end of a corridor. Luckily, she didn't have to wait for long. Harry left the library soon after, climbing the nearest stairs, Daphne sharp on his trail.
First, she was in hurry, wanting to catch him before he reached the seventh floor, where many Gryffindors would be there to see them talking. The rumor mill had enough material thanks to her sister already, and she didn't want to add herself into the equation. She relaxed when she saw him walking deeper into fourth-floor corridor instead of directly climbing t the seventh floor. It allowed her more time to corner him without any observers.
With that in mind, she turned another corner, but this time, Potter was not in sight. She started pacing quicker, hoping to catch him before too long. Then, she heard a cough behind him. "How can I help you, Ms. Greengrass," Harry Potter asked, lazily leaning on the wall, next to one of the knight armors littering Hogwarts. Daphne cursed herself, annoyed that she missed him that easily.
"Potter," she started, a little harsher than she intended. "You will not go to Hogsmeade with my sister." In her mind, she cursed herself for her blunt approach. It was far from her usual mannerism, but being surprised didn't agree with her.
A roguish smile popped on her face, though it only managed to annoy Daphne even more. "It's an interesting way of asking for a date, but I'm a man of my word. I can accommodate you the one after though." He stopped for a second, his smile getting wider. "Of course, if you want to turn it to a threesome, I'm always open to it."
Daphne looked at him, her mouth opened in shock, her heart rising in outrage. She was the Ice Queen of Slytherin, and with the fear she put in them, all Slytherins, even the seventh years, were afraid of her wrath. Potter's careless proposition galled her immensely. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before her next words, but it had limited success. She drew her wand and spoke once again. "I will not repeat this again, Potter. You will tell my sister you changed your mind, and will not be going for a date with her."
Harry suddenly stopped leaning on the wall, and took a step towards her, his own wand appearing on his hand instantly. When he spoke once more, his tone was still teasing, but this time, there was an edge in his tone that made Daphne wary. "You know what, Daphne. I think not only I will go to a date with Astoria, but I will also have it in a private room in Three Broomstick."
Daphne was fully aware of implications of a private room date. "You are messing with the wrong person, Potter," she said. "And, don't you dare to call me by my name."
"As you wish, Daph," Harry answered. "But if it's that important, how about we have a small competition. If you win, I cancel the date. I was looking for someone to serve us for my dinner date with Hermione. If I win, you're going to be our waitress for the night. And since your wand is already out, maybe you would like to duel for it." He smiled condescendingly. "How about this, I will even throw a handicap of your choice if you allow me to put an additional condition for tonight."
"Deal," Daphne said, the expression on her face enough the scare of most people, but apparently, Potter was not one of them. Normally, she would never agree such a duel with Potter. She was no slouch when it came to combat magic, but she was also self-aware enough to realize that there was no comparison between her and Potter. But with his careless handicap rule, Potter effectively conceded the victory to her.
Wordlessly, she turned and entered the nearest unused classroom. Potter was one step behind him. As soon as he entered, he waved his wand carelessly, not even a whisper leaving his lips, but all the desks in the room started flying towards the corner. Daphne's mouth dried in panic, and if she were to be honest with herself, with arousal, as she felt Harry's power filling the room, almost caressing her skin, warm and tight. It was almost a miracle to see such a careless display of power and control from one so young, and to do it wordless, and without even focusing… It hurt her pride to admit, but in a straight-up fight, Daphne didn't have the chance of a snowball in hell. Thankfully, their duel was going to be nothing but fair.
"So, ready to start," Harry said.
"Just a second, I still hadn't picked your handicap."
"Go ahead, but don't forget, heavier the handicap is, the harsher my additional rule would be."
"Only if you win, but thankfully, it won't be a concern. Your handicap is that you are not allowed to use your wand."
"Oh no, I'm tricked, woe is me," Harry said with an utter deadpan voice.
Daphne gritted her teeth, annoyed by the way he was intent on teasing even after her victory was assured thanks to his own blunder. "Why don't you just admit you blundered and go away Potter."
He smiled carelessly. "I don't know, there is always a chance of a miscast, or maybe you will drop your wand. I prefer to fight until the end. You know, the Gyffindor way." He stopped for a second, putting his hand deep his bag, and pulled a packet out. "My addition is this. Tonight, regardless of what else you wear, you will be wearing this underwear."
"You pig," Daphne shouted, squeezing her wand, but she didn't bother to check the contents of the package. Just for that, I'm going to make it extra humiliating. I accept your terms. Let's start."
"As you wish, Daph," he said, placed his wand on a table, and walked to the other side of the room. "Start," he said. Daphne sent a stinging hex as a starter, but Harry sidestepped it carelessly. "Is this the best you can do," Harry said, mocking her.
Daphne gritted her teeth, and sent a small spell chain, consisting of jelly-legs, and several skin pranks, all wordless. Still sending five spells didn't end with a better result against Potter's seeker reflexes. She followed up with a wide stunner, but Harry ducked under it, then took a step towards her.
Daphne felt worry gnawing at her heart. With every spell she missed, Harry was taking a step towards her. In theory, shorter distance should allow Daphne to tag him easily, but he steadfastly avoided every spell she sent so far. Panicked, she started to get careless about her spell selection, her attacks slipping out of schoolyard pranks, and into the combat spells territory, but only after Harry missed a step and stood in the direct path of a bone breaker hex. Daphne panicked, fearing that she was about to kill a classmate, but it was too late to do anything…
Then, just as the spell was about to collide with Harry's arm, a shield blinked into existence and blocked to spell. Harry looked at her, his expression stormy, but softened after seeing the look of utter panic on her face, flaring after realizing she almost became a murderer in a slip of attention.
Then Harry spoke once more, pulling her out of the haze she was feeling. "That's enough playing." He raised his hand, and Daphne's felt a force, ripping her wand of her hand. Before she could react, ropes appeared out of thin air, wrapping her immobile, leaving her to his mercy. She looked at him in shock, unable to believe her senses. Such a display of wandless magic should be out of the league of anyone if they were not named Dumbledore or Dark Lord, but here she was witnessing one of her classmates to perform it flawlessly.
Lost in shock, she showed no when the ropes disappeared, her fingers barely tightening around the package that Harry pushed in her hands. "I'm expecting you to be on the seventh floor, in the room across the table of dancing trolls before eight. Food and drinks will be already prepared, but familiarize yourself with the layout. I expect a flawless service." With that, he patted her cheek, then left the room. Daphne watched him disappearing, her hand rising to touch the exact spot his fingers caressed moments earlier…
It was half past seven, and Daphne was standing in front of the full-length mirror in her room. She was alone, and glad to it. She felt humiliated enough without anyone else seeing the content of the package she was holding her hands. Semi-transparent panties barely capable of covering anything, a bra utterly too short to cover anything it was supposed to cover, and a pair of thigh-highs to complete the set. Their Gryffindor colors were just the cream. Even now, she could imagine the smug looks Potter would throw at her during the evening, aware that she is covered -though covered was a generous word, considering the amount of flesh they managed to hide- with the underwear he personally picked.
Still, folding on the deal was not an option. She might have considered it if it was any other deal, but reneging on duel had implications Daphne wasn't willing to risk. Still, it didn't prevent the feeling of utter humiliation she felt. She reluctantly replaced her clothing with her new underwear, gazing in the resulting view with incredulous eyes and a blushing face. The amount of cover provided even lesser than she expected. The panties were barely able to cover her pussy, its silhouette still visible, and the string at the back as well as didn't exist, revealing her tight ass completely bare. The bra, on the other hand, was even worse. It's cut was so low that most of her tits including her nipples were clearly on display. It was worse than no bra, as its presence insistently pulling the attention on her chest. Stockings were covering their target area very well, but it helped little considering they ended in her lower thighs.
Then, an idea of revenge popped in her mind, radical enough to freeze her in shock once more. It was humiliating, forcing her to display an amount of flesh she never displayed in the presence of a male, but it was still better than serving two Gryffindors like a common servant, under Potter's and Granger's smug gazes all night. Or at least, that was what she tried to convince herself while trying to control her panic. She took a deep breath, looked at her reflection, and murmured to herself, trying to gather courage.
First, she moved to her wardrobe and pulled a pair of delicate high-hells, then moved to her make-up kit, covering her face with a provocative makeup, bright red lipstick, dark make-up, daring and provocative. A smirk appeared on her face, Potter would learn that crossing Daphne was a terrible mistake. Her plan in place, she reached for an oversized robe that covers everything, cast a slight glamor on her face to hide her make-up from any possible onlookers, and left her room.
Twenty minutes later, she was standing in the middle of the dinner room Harry prepared, wearing nothing but the clothes given by Harry and her high-heels. Her plan was simple and clear. Soon, they would arrive. Granger would see her clothes, or a distinct lack of it, and would naturally flip off, especially after Daphne helpfully explaining that she was wearing these because of a condition Harry forced. Then, Granger would leave, saving her from the obligation of waitressing for the whole night.
But no matter how calm and rational she tried to approach, it didn't prevent her face from burning in humiliation even while she was alone. She took a deep breath. "Hold it Daphne," she murmured. "It's just for a moment. Just hold for a second, and you are in the clear."
She reached for the wine bottle sitting on the table, but changed her mind at the last second, and poured a generous serving firewhisky into her glass, then drained it in one large gulp, the burning of her digestive track helping her to center herself. Then, her mind shifted to the most dangerous part of the equation, Potter.
If she were to be honest with herself, she wasn't sure about Potter's reaction. His most probable action was following Granger, futilely trying to explain just how he was blameless of it, and it was the Snake's fault, but Daphne couldn't prevent herself from imagining a scene where he stayed back in anger, power rolling off him in waves. For a moment, her imagination run wild, imagining Harry, his power overwhelming, casting the rope spell he previously used once more, forcing Daphne to apologize in a way fitting to her clothing. Daphne could feel her core heating up while visualizing the scene.
She drained another glass of firewhisky. No matter what, Daphne felt secure in the knowledge that Harry would never force her anything, his character on this was impeccable. More importantly, him staying in the room didn't sound like a very bad prospect. He was handsome, rich, kind, and athletic. Just these factors were enough to make staying back with him and trying to earn his forgiveness attractive. She could easily imagine a few ways of apology she could try to make sure there were no hard feelings between her and Harry. Her hands moved almost in their own will…
Daphne barely pulled her hand away from her crotch and cast a weak cleaning spell to dry out her panties. Her clothing was bad enough without adding any obvious signs of arousal. Her timing proved fortunate, as the door opened a few seconds later, Harry holding the door for Granger. Granger stepped inside and saw Daphne, her eyes growing in shock. A smirk found Daphne's lips as Granger turned towards Harry, expecting her to blow up, but then things started to go in an unexpected direction.
"Harry, I didn't know you ordered extra entertainment. Such a thoughtful gift," Granger said, and gave Harry a brief, yet heated kiss. Then Granger turned at her once again, and dragged her gaze over her body, from head to toe. Daphne was silent, her tongue was tied in shock.
"Unfortunately, she is not entertainment," Harry interjected. "Due to an unexpected windfall, she will be serving as the waitress tonight. Though I'm nicely surprised by her choice of clothing. An impressive show of initiative." Then, he held his arm at Granger. "Shall we move to our table."
Daphne stood still while they moved to the table, caught flatfooted by Granger's casual dismissal. Both held their wine glasses up, and Daphne filled them, her body moving in automaton while she tried to get a bearing on her situation. It was the second time today Daphne managed to misread the situation horribly, and now she waiting the table of the golden couple while dressed barely better than a Knockturn alley whore.
"Daphne, you could start with the appetizers," Harry said, jolting her out of her thoughts. She considered admitting defeat and wearing her robe, but it galled her to admit defeat, especially since they had already seen all they could. She turned and cast a levitation spell, making the appetizer tray to slowly float towards the table, then continued to stand near the table, waiting as they started ate their appetizers. First, it wasn't much of a challenge. It got easier to bear the humiliation as the minutes rolled, the whiskey earlier already blunted the edge.
Then, Harry and Granger started getting closer. At first, it was only a touch or two to the forearm, then caressing of the shoulders added in the mix. Soon, they were playing footsie quite aggressively. Daphne just stood on the corner, her face burning brightly once more. More importantly, however, she could feel the jealousy sparking inside her, pushing her already confused state to a jumbled mess.
As the exchange got more heated, envy burned deep inside Daphne. She decided to use her clothing to sour their evening. She reached to refill Harry's glass, getting far too closer than necessary in an attempt to push her chest near his face. But she stumbled. She tried to re-balance herself, but her body, under effects of alcohol, was slow to reach her directions, and her stumble became a free-fall. A yelp of panic escaped her mouth as she readied herself for a painful collusion with the stone floor.
Harry's seeker reflexes proved themselves, and her descent stopped by a pair of arms wrapped around her torso. A pair of strong, muscular arms those presences was enough to turn the heat in her core into a furnace. She made no attempt of pulling herself up, enjoying the feel as Harry gently pulled her up her feet. Then, she pulled him in a hug, pressing her chest to his chiseled one. "Thanks, Harry, you're a lifesaver," she whispered into his ear, as seductive as she can, then placed a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek. When she pulled back, she was satisfied to notice that his attention was firmly on her, flickering between her lips and her chest. She gave a surreptitious shake to her torso, and was rewarded by the slight widening of Harry's eyes.
Satisfied with her effect on Harry, she turned towards Granger, who was sitting with an undecipherable expression on her face. Daphne assumed she was trying to hide her jealousy and anger, and decided to push her more, hoping for an irrational, angry burst. When she was refilling Granger's wine glass, she 'accidentally' knocked it over, drenching her robe with the ruby liquid. "Oops," Daphne murmured. An unwilling smile appeared on her face as she watched Granger's expression turning cloudy. "I'm sorry about it, let me clean it," Daphne said, reaching for her wand.
"No need," Granger replied. "I can handle it. With that, she pointed her wand over her and incanted a vanishing spell. At first, Daphne thought that Granger was trying to show off, while vanishing spell could be used to vanish only the dirt from the clothes, it required extraordinary control to so. Control that was outside Daphne's skill level, though admitting it hurt her pride. So, when Granger's robes disappeared completely and left her in her underwear, her first instinct was to comment condescendingly, to mock Granger for her failure, but Granger's satisfied smirk kept them shut.
Daphne bit her lip in annoyance. It was clear what Granger felt threatened with the attention Harry was paying her, and decided to fight back, but two could play the game. Daphne grabbed a glass of water, took a deep gulp while pushing her chest out, then let the remaining water to spill over her body, the wet sheen of her skin shining erotically.
Granger started coughing in a manner sounded suspiciously like 'incompetent slut'. "Sorry," Daphne said, turning at Granger. "I wasn't able to understand what you said, could you repeat it."
Granger smiled like a tiger. "I'm sorry about your loss of understanding, but let me repeat more clearly. You're an incompetent slut whose attempts of seduction barely subtler than a troll's mating ritual."
Daphne felt her anger spike at Granger's words and dismissive attitude, but with great effort, she managed to reign it. While hexing her sounded attractive, there was no doubt Harry would interject in Granger's favor before Daphne could inflict any damage. Instead, Daphne responded fire with fire, while she couldn't hex her to next week, she could still ruin Granger's night. "Incompetent? How about I teach you what is competency." With that, Daphne strutted towards Harry with her most seductive walk, her tits jiggling at each step.
The way Harry's eyes were glued to her body was enough to show her success. She placed her hands on Harry's cheeks and leaned for a kiss, but pulled back after a soft touch. Her hands slipped down to his robe, and she gave it a tug, and his robe fell open, buttons flying everywhere. Another tug, and his shirt suffered the same fate. She placed herself on his lap, and started caressing his naked chest with her fingers and with an occasional kiss.
Her intention was to stop at that point, after all, she had displayed Harry's complete willingness to continue the night with her instead of Granger, and going any further wasn't a necessity. Leaving Harry with blue balls were also a nice bonus, though Daphne was feeling very receptive to help him on that particular problem after ditching Granger. However, she found it quite hard to get away from his lips without at least tasting them. So, Daphne leaned towards his lips once again, this initiating full contact.
The kiss was everything she hoped for, and more. His lips felt almost too hot to touch, a searing, unbearable hotness that seeped her insides. Then, his tongue slipped inside her mouth, and passion enveloped her completely. A part of her mind was aware things were well past her initial intentions, most of her brain busy memorizing the taste of Harry's lips or the way his fingers traced her skin, leaving burning tracks of passion behind. But even the rational part of her brain was unable to come up with a reason to stop it. For that moment, Harry was her world.
So, she barely noticed when the third pair of hands joined the fray, and started fumbling with Harry's zipper. She didn't complain when she felt Harry's shaft being pulled out, though feeling its hardness on her stomach definitely made her more enthusiastic.
But the next move of that extra pair of hands pushed her towards the rage, when they were wrapped around her hair and pulled her off Harry's lap. There was no doubt she would have cursed the offender if it wasn't for her lack of wand and her disoriented state. Instead, she was barely able to put any resistance except an indignant shout as she pulled away, nor she was able to put any resistance when the hands pushed her down to her knees. She found herself gazing at Harry's shaft in its full mast, her heartbeat rising to the occasion. Then, the hands pushed her head forward once more, and Harry's cock was lodged in her mouth.
The shock of the position momentarily pushed her back to lucidness. She was surprised by the lack of disgust she was feeling. The last boy who even dared to ask for oral had ended with several painful hexes despite relatively nice Yule date they were experiencing. Daphne had always thought it as a disgusting, humiliating activity.
And now with Harry's cock filling her mouth, she was surprised with her absolute lack of revulsion. Humiliation, on the other hand, was a completely different issue. With her self-appointed rival for tonight pushing her down on her knees against Harry, forcing her to swallow his cock, she definitely felt humiliated. However, Daphne was completely unprepared to the wave of pleasure entangled with the humiliation. It caught her flatfooted, but before she could spend any time thinking about it, the pressure from Granger's hands increased, lodging Harry's shaft deeper into her mouth, and Daphne suddenly had more important concerns than her previously unnoticed submissive tendencies. Like Harry's huge presence, preventing her from breathing.
Thankfully, Granger's pressure lessened for a moment, allowing Daphne to refresh her breath before being pushed down again. This time, Daphne showed no resistance as Harry's cock invaded her mouth once more, ticking the entrance of her throat, but thankfully stopped before pushing inside. After several repeats, Granger's hands left their spot, only to be instantly replaced by Harry's hands, even his touch enough to compound the pleasure she was feeling.
Then Granger's hands started to explore her body. First, their journey limited to less private places, her shoulders, stomach, and thighs, but soon, they were kneading her breasts, rough enough to leave marks. Pleasure from her hands was not a surprise for Daphne, as it was quite often she and Tracy assisted each other in the matters of the flesh. Granger's apparent skill as she teased Daphne's flesh, however, was quite a surprise. Daphne had always thought Granger to be too straight-laced for some girl-on-girl action. But all of her thoughts evaporated once more when Granger's hands found her slit, gently massaging her clit.
It proved enough to push Daphne over the edge. A wave of pleasure, the likes of which Daphne never experienced before scoured her body, causing her to drench her panties and Hermione's hand, which was still caressing her womanhood. Still, Harry gave her no quarter, pushing his cock into her mouth at a quick pace, not that Daphne had any problem with it. She barely paid attention as Hermione's hand left her place, only to be followed by slurping sounds. "Mmm, tasty," she said, her purring leaving no doubt what exactly she was referring. A while later, one of her hands arrived back to Daphne's pussy, the other busy with her tits.
In her hypersensitive state, Daphne climaxed two more times before Harry finally released his seed, the salty, yet delicious liquid triggering Daphne's fourth orgasm. Daphne drank all she could with a great enthusiasm, though quite a bit escaped her mouth, draping down to her naked chest.
When she pulled back, Daphne was about to collapse, the only thing that kept her stable was Granger, standing at her back, supporting her. Then, she pulled Daphne on her feet and lay her on the table, her chest pressing the smooth, well-varnished wood. She felt a pair of hands, too rough to belong to Granger, caressing her thighs until they reached to her underwear, then ripped them off with one smooth motion, leaving her bottom bare. However, she panicked when she felt his crown pressing to her entrance. "No," she slurred in panic, "I need to be a virgin." A wave of fear covered her insides, as the heiress of her family, keeping her actual virginity was very important, but she was unable to muster enough strength to put more emphasis. She was afraid that it won't be enough to deter him from getting this close.
"Pity," Harry said, pulling his cock away from her entrance. Daphne let out a relaxed sigh, glad that she didn't have to argue for it. She didn't think she could gather too much willpower to argue against it. Then she froze once again when she felt Harry's cock pressing at her entrance, this time the rear end. "How about this?" he asked.
Daphne felt conflicted. Little she knew about anal sex said it's both painful and shameful. Shame wasn't much of a concern after the evening she had, but the pain was another issue. Then Granger spoke like she managed to read her thoughts. "Don't worry, it hurts a bit at first, but quickly fades away, leaving only pleasure in its place."
The promise of pleasure overcoming doubt, Daphne spoke. "Go ahead." Instantly, she felt her rear end to chill and loosen. "What was it?" she asked.
"Don't worry," Granger answered. "It's just a preparation spell. Anyway, you're speaking too much. I think we need to employ your pretty mouth in more important things." With that, her hands wrapped around Daphne's hair once more and pulled her head up. Daphne found herself just an inch away from Granger's slit, devoid of any hair except a small lightning bolt. Its smell hit her nose, but instead of being averse like she expected to, she felt her arousal spike even more. Her curiosity got better of her, her tongue darted out and gave a small brush to Granger's entrance. The taste was unfamiliar but interesting. She gave it another brush, then she felt Harry's cock manhood pushing into her rear entrance, and all of her other concerns faded away once more.
She could feel her entrance widening each second, but just like Granger had promised, after a brief flash of pain, it was mostly pleasure, an occasional stab of pain only enhancing the sensation. Harry's pacing was slow, in the beginning, Daphne was glad for it, though unable to show her gratitude since her mouth was busy with Granger's pussy. But soon, Harry picked up the pace, and Daphne learned a new meaning of the word pleasure, his every motion causing her to wreathe in ecstasy.
Daphne could feel her consciousness slipping. Rest of the night became a disjointed film of debauchery, filled with countless arousals, hands and tongues caressing every part of her body, Harry's cock filling her asshole and painting her body with his seed, her cries of asking for even more… She remembered two pairs of hands gently soaping her body in a bath, cleaning every bit of her defiled body, then those same hands gently resting her to a soft, comfortable bed, two warm bodies landing on each side of her, gently wrapping her body, sending her to most precious sleep of her life…