Chapter 18: A Tricky Situation
A Tricky Situation
Daphne's consciousness slowly returned, though it had trouble in penetrating her dozed off mind, under the effect of a warmth that permeated to her bones. For a moment, she just enjoyed the warmth she felt, but then she noticed a very important detail. The sources of this warmth were wrapped around her, their beating hearts close enough to be felt on her skin. More importantly, Daphne remembered to whom those heartbeats belonged to.
The situation hit her with all of its gravity, destroying her mood more efficiently than a bucket of cold water. Her face burned in shame, tears pricking her eyes. She wished her wand was in her hand so that she could hex both, punishing them thoroughly before erasing their memories. But, even thinking that was enough to send a chill of fear through. There was no guarantee that her spell would be able to affect Harry, and she didn't want to imagine his response to a mental manipulation attempt, not after that disaster of a duel.
So, she decided to go with the second best option, getting out of their embrace without waking them up. She wanted to avoid the humiliation they would inflict. Her only hope was that they would be discreet about it, though thankfully, what happened was so unbelievable that many would just pass it up as a ridiculous rumor even if Harry decided spread it.
However, she was unable to slip out without rousing them. After a few careful pushes, Hermione's eyes fluttered open. Daphne was expecting insults, or bragging about how they managed to trick her. Instead, "Good morning," Hermione whispered and leaned for Daphne's lips. Shocked by her unexpected response, Daphne barely reacted as Hermione's lips pressed hers, evoking a new slew of confusing feelings.
Only after Hermione pulled back Daphne managed to find her voice. "Let me go," she said, trying to maintain an icy tone that earned her epithet, but her frustration bled to her voice, reflecting her turmoil.
"Wow," Hermione said, a teasing smile on her lips. "Someone is grumpy. What does it take for you to wake up happy if the last night wasn't enough?"
"Let me go," Daphne repeated, tears visible on the edge of her eyes in a shocking display of loss of control. "I'm humiliated enough, let me go back to my room."
Daphne noticed Hermione's earlier teasing expression melted, replacing with a serious look. "Look, Daphne," Hermione started, her tone calm. "While last night went differently than expected, it doesn't mean we will disparage you for it." She must have picked Daphne's disbelief because her next words were a direct answer to it. "It's not the first time we have other girls with us, and it won't be the last. Just like you never heard Harry or me bragging about them, no one else will hear us bragging about last night." Her expression went back to mischievous. "Of course, you're always welcome for another night, and this time, maybe I can serve you instead." Daphne had a feeling she wasn't talking about the dinner.
Before she could say anything else, Hermione's lips closed on hers once more, filling her heart with confusing feelings. Daphne was drunk when Hermione pulled back. She said nothing, just stood up, gathered her clothes, dressed and left the room, confusion and arousal battling in her mind.
Her smile appeared back on her face as soon as the door closed. "For how long are you going to feign sleep?"
Harry's eyes opened, holding Hermione under his emerald gaze. "You handled her quite nicely. I didn't want to spoil it."
"Don't I get a reward," Hermione asked. Never one to disappoint, Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her close, his erection pressing hard against her stomach. "Someone is feeling awake," she teased but received no verbal reply in turn. Instead, Harry attacked her lips, his hands diving straight to her chest. Hermione mewled in pleasure as Harry's fingers sank deep into her tits. Then, he moved down a little and started nibbling her neck.
"That feels amazing," she murmured. "Such a nice reward."
Then Harry pulled his head, his hands still busy with her chest, causing mind-numbing shivers to travel across her body. "Speaking of rewards… That was the last challenge, so I think I deserve a reward of my own."
Hermione snorted. "Because it was such an unpleasant chore for you, right?"
Harry answered with one hand leaving her tits and traveling down. "Regardless," he said, enhancing his point with a stiff spank to her ass. "We made a challenge. I completed. I deserve a reward." A spank landed on her after each sentence as punctuation, sharp spikes of pain making the pleasure even more unbearable.
Hermione bit her lip to keep a moan in. "Sure," she sighed, more interested in the journey of his hand, which was gently caressing her folds.
"Though, it was a dirty trick that you tried to pull, picking Daphne," Harry explained even as his hands quickened, sending shivers through her body. "The reward should be equally worthy, I believe." He stopped for a second. "Maybe I should just seduce your mother as a reward, what do you think?"
If it wasn't for his hands, massaging her insides, steadily pushing her towards a climax promising to be earth-shattering, she might have reacted the suggestion harshly. Instead, she just snorted lightly. "Harry, I know you're ambitious, but it just wouldn't work. My mom would never agree to such a thing."
"So, that's the challenge you are coming with. It's not a problem from your end then?" Harry repeated, pushing his fingers deeper inside her.
Again, Hermione might have thought differently if it wasn't for his fingers, systematically pushing her towards the point of incoherency, but under the shadow of impending climax, moral implications felt washed out. "No, it's not," she murmured, her mind focused on the question what Harry did with his fingers to cause such sharp feelings of pleasure. It never was this good when it was just her fingers. She decided her mother was old enough to look after her without Hermione's protection. It wasn't like she was going to be seduced by someone twenty years her junior, right?
"Good," Harry whispered and leaned in for another kiss, a twist in his fingers enough to make Hermione climax once more. Then, Hermione felt something even larger pushing to her opening, and every other issue faded in importance…
A panicked shouting greeted Daphne when she stepped in the room. "Daphne, where were you. I was about to die from worry," said Tracy Davis, her roommate, who followed with her exclamation with a hug. "Where did you disappear for the all night. I almost went to professors to say you were missing."
Daphne shuddered. She definitely didn't want to imagine Snape's response for busting her in a threesome with Granger and Harry. "I'm well," she murmured. "Something had developed in a way that is hard to foresee. Sorry for worrying you."
Her arms loosened, and Tracy took a step back, her eyebrow raised. "Really, that is your explanation. Something came up." She stopped for a second, carefully looking at Daphne's body. "And you are in dire need of a shower. If I didn't know you better, I would say you spent all night having sex." Caught flat-footed by her response, Daphne's eyes grown wide, though only after seeing Tracy's mouth falling down in shock, she realized what she admitted. "You had sex, and it lasted all night!" Tracy exclaimed in shock.
"Of course not," Daphne stammered, but she was aware it was too late to deny. After all, the state of her body already betrayed her, providing a lot of clues to support the conclusion. She lowered her head in defeat. "Keep your voice low and lock the door, I'll tell you after the shower." Seeing Tracy nod, Daphne walked to showers.
Half an hour, and a rejuvenating shower, later, Daphne was sitting across Tracy, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel. "Spill it," Tracy said. "What the hell happened last night?"
Daphne took a deep breath. "I'll explain in a minute, but first, you need to promise me you'll keep it a secret?"
"Sure, I promise. But why all the cloak and dagger. If I didn't know you better, I would say it was with Harry Potter, and you were trying to prevent rest of the house from learning it." Daphne tried so hard to control her expression, but Tracy's comment managed to surprise her once more. "Oh my god! You didn't!"
"Lower your voice," Daphne exclaimed angrily, then her voice fell into a whisper. "Do you have any idea what the rest of the house would do if they heard it. Especially Malfoy. Just a few years later, he'll be Lord Black and Lord Malfoy, and I have to intention of getting pulled to his delusion of rivalry." She took a deep breath. "Or can you imagine what would my parents do?"
"Sorry," Tracy murmured, thoroughly chastised. "It was a bit of a surprise."
Daphne snorted in amusement. A bit of a surprise was a soft way of putting it. "Yeah, it was. Long tale short, Astoria asked Harry out, and I decided convincing Harry would be easy. But he didn't agree, so I challenged him to a duel."
Tracy looked at her incredulously. "A duel, are you out of your mind. Potter fought against a fully-grown dragon just a few months ago. How did you expect to win exactly?"
"He offered to take a handicap of my choosing. I thought making him duel without his wand would be enough to win, but it wasn't. I realized it when Harry displayed a wandless casting ability stronger than I could do with a wand." She stopped, enjoying the shocked expression on Tracy's face. "It was unbelievable, just standing in the center of his power. It was like a tempest. It reminded me of the tales some of the older years, about how their parents felt when they stood against the Dark Lord. It felt overwhelming. But unlike their tales, it wasn't scary or chilly, it was like a heated sensation covering my skin…" Daphne stopped, realizing she her voice risen almost to a point of shouting. She took a deep breath, steadily ignoring the heating of her core. "In terms of the bet, he asked me to be the waitress for his date with Hermione. And I decided to seduce him during the date."
"And you succeeded sending Granger away and keeping him to yourself," Tracy concluded. "Well done. But why are you calling Granger with her first name? If anything, I would expect you to be angrier at her."
"It wasn't exactly how it developed," Daphne murmured, her face burning. "Hermione never left during the night." Daphne wished she had a camera to immortalize Tracy's expression of utter shock, welcoming the teasing material instead of her own. "The rest is pretty much accurate."
"What! Spill!"
Daphne smiled at Tracy's shocked response, it somehow helped her to feel calm about the whole thing. She started telling her tale. "All started when my idiotic sister decided to ask Harry out in the middle of the library…"
Harry walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, a persistent whistle on his lips, when he noticed two familiar figure turning a corner. "Hi, Cedric, Cho, how are you guys."
"Hi, Harry," Cho replied quickly. A little too quick, if the frown on Cedric's face was any indicator.
"Hello, Potter," said Cedric, trying to keep his distaste manageable, but failing miserably.
Harry had to admit, this time Cedric had an actual point. It shouldn't be that easy to get outstaged by an underclassman, especially when Harry elected to save his hostage too during the second task, adding insult to injury. To make things worse, he wasn't allowed to get explicitly angry about it, since according to juries, Harry had shown a great moral fiber by ensuring hostage's safety before his wellbeing. Of course, Harry was responsible for many things that would make him rightfully furious, but he was blissfully unaware of them. "So, Cedric, how is the preparations for the third task. Do you feel ready?"
"Believe me Potter, you will be surprised by my performance in the third task," Cedric answered, trying to look menacing. It wasn't hard to guess he was planning to take a pot shot towards him during the task.
Harry just shrugged. "Whatever you say, Cedric." At the same time, he focused his magic and conjured a small parchment, a small note already prescribed on it. He walked next to them, his shoulder brushing with Cho's, and he slipped the note into her hand. As soon as he took the corner, he pulled his cloak on and turned back, following them closely.
He had to hold back a snort as he heard Cedric launching a long tirade about just how overrated he was, how he was in the lead just because he was famous. 'Yeah,' Harry thought. 'Complaining about some other man is such a good topic for a date.' And from the utter disinterest and boredom on Cho's face, Harry could see it was far from the first time the topic came up. Then he watched as Cho raised her hand discreetly, reading the note without Cedric noticing. Soon, a blush covered Cho's face, and she looked around in hopes of seeing Harry around. Harry brushed her shoulder lightly, signaling his presence to Cho.
Harry didn't expect Cho's hand to launch at his midsection and grab his shaft, but he didn't complain when she started to massage it, quickly bringing it alive. Thankfully, Cho's own body was hiding her movements, keeping Cedric unaware of what was going on. Still, with pants, underwear and the cloak on the way, it wasn't exactly the most pleasurable experience he ever conducted, so he hoped Cho followed his plan without losing too much time.
Then Cho loosened her grip around his cock, grabbed Cedric's hand and pulled him in an abandoned classroom. Harry followed, an anticipatory smile on his face, only to see Cho transfiguring an eye cover and handcuffs. "What're those?" Cedric said, confused.
"Remember how you always ask me for a handjob," she murmured. "It's today, but I'm feeling shy, so you need to wear those handcuffs and cover your eyes."
"But Cho-" Cedric started, only to cut short by Cho.
"Take it or leave it," Cho said, her tone much harsher this time. Too harsh, as Cedric would have noticed if he hadn't been distracted by his own enthusiasm.
"Okay, okay," Cedric said, raising his hands in surrender and wrapped the cover around his eyes, then held his hands on the back, allowing Cho to lock the handcuffs behind him.
Meanwhile, Harry locked and sealed the door, then pulled his cloak off, revealing himself to Cho's sight, who answered with a bright smile that promised a lot of pleasure. Harry lost no time before walking behind Cho, who was fiddling with Cedric's belt. He let his hands wander over her tight ass freely, a gasp escaped Cho's mouth, and several more joined it after Harry pushed his hand under her skirt. However, Cho proved Harry wasn't the only one impatient for a hard fuck. She quickly got rid of her robe, and her blouse and skirt shared the same fate a moment later. She stood proudly in her underwear, displaying her lithe, athletic body. As a gentleman, Harry didn't want to keep her waiting, so he pulled her panties down, revealing her sopping wet pussy. Harry pushed a finger inside which disappeared effortlessly, showing Harry wasn't the only enthusiastic one about what they were going to do. Second and third fingers joined the fray as Harry pumped inside her repeatedly, her juices overflowing.
Cho tried to keep her voice down, but inevitably, moans started to escape her mouth. Harry had to hold himself back from laughing, seeing the proud smile on Cedric's face, falsely assuming that he was the source of Cho's vocal display of pleasure. Harry thought about lengthening the foreplay, but he didn't trust Cedric to last long, even under the lackluster handjob Cho was applying, and the last thing he needed was to leave the room without a release of his own. So, he aligned his crown to Cho's entrance and pushed forward, pushing deep inside her in one swift movement.
"Oh my god, your cock feels amazing," Cho gasped, pushing her ass up to allow easier access. Harry didn't deny her, as he started plowing her with deep, slow strokes, careful not to make too much noise, lest Cedric realizes what was going on. He brought his hand to her back, unhooked her bra and pulled it away, revealing her small but full tits, shaking slightly every time Harry pushed deep into Cho. He brought one of his hands to play with them, the other keeping her mouth shut. For good measure, Cho lost control of her moans as a release got nearer, and only Harry's hand prevented her stone-shattering cries.
Harry felt his hand was an inferior solution to keep her silent. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own, pushing his tongue into her mouth for good measure, reducing Cho's cries into mere vibrations. Harry noted Cho somehow managed to keep her hand around Cedric's unimpressive presence, moving erratically, and absorbed by it, Cedric continued smiling in a bliss, unaware what was going on in the room.
Harry brought his free hand to her tight derriere, mauling her flesh enthusiastically. Already supercharged, it proved enough for Cho as she silently tightened around Harry's cock, her juices dribbling down her legs. Harry continued pumping relentlessly, until his own pleasure started to become unbearable, then he pulled out at the last second and sprayed her ass white. Then he pulled back, intent on leaving.
But Cho had other plans. She fell onto her knees, her mouth wide open. It didn't take a genius to realize her intention. He pushed his cock into her mouth, which flared back to life under Cho's enthusiastic treatment. Her lips massaged and caressed his crown, still very sensitive after his latest release. Harry decided to up the ante, and cast a localized silencing charm around Cho's head. Then he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed his cock deep into her throat. He could see her gasping and gagging around his cock, but no sound reached his or Cedric's ears.
Then Harry noticed Cedric finally releasing his load. Since he was under a tight constraint of time, he tightened his grip and started mercilessly fucking Cho's mouth. Less than a minute of frantic plowing proved sufficient for a release, filling her mouth with his seed. He pulled back, dispelled the silencing spell, and watched as Cho fell on all fours, gasping and wheezing, but a huge smile on her face. Harry waved his hand goodbye, pulled his cloak and left the room, though cast a spell to clean worst of the messes. She already had the challenge to explain why she was that red-faced from a simple handjob, there was no need to make her work even harder.
It was a Saturday morning, two days after his adventure with Hermione and Daphne, and Harry was in the common room, browsing a book on combat magic when he saw Hermione enter, holding a letter in her hand. He waved his hand, inviting her to sit with him. She joined him, resting her head on his chest as she read the letter, Harry still browsing his book. Harry was tempted to turn his head and read the letter over her head, but he tempered his curiosity. After all, being in a relationship and regularly having earth-shattering sex didn't give him a right to invade her privacy. "So, any news," he asked instead after Hermione finished her letter.
"Nothing important," she murmured, clearly enjoying the position as Harry caressed her bushy hair. "Just the usual letter from my mom."
"Any developments," Harry asked offhandedly, though he was actually very curious about how Hermione would react to anything about her mother, after the agreement on Harry's reward. While Harry was interested in Emma, he wouldn't push it at the expense of hurting his relationship with Hermione.
"Same old, she is resting after a hard week at work, and my father is at yet another conference."
"Would you like to go visit your mother? I'm sure having breakfast together would be much better than a letter." Harry asked.
Hermione sighed. "I would be glad to, but there is no way McGonagall would allow to it"
Harry smirked. "Who said we need her permission?"
Hermione lifted her head, looking at him with shock. "Harry, you cannot suggest we sneak out of the school for it."
Harry watched Hermione, her mouth slightly open, her eyes shining. Desire filled him, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a long, drawn out kiss. Hermione was breathing hard when he pulled back. "Why not?" Harry said. "Using the secret passage, we can go in and come out undetected. And we are over eighteen, and the idea that school has a right to keep our movements restricted is ludicrous. We are not in a prison." He could see her resistance crumbling, so added a killer-blow. "And since we are out already, maybe we can go shopping once more. That, and we can see whether I would be able to get my reward for the challenges."
Hermione's face blushed crimson at the latest mention. Harry waited for a second, his heart beating strong, afraid that the redness was from anger, and she would explode in a nasty fashion. However, his worries proved empty a second later. "Let me go and change something appropriate." She leaned for a kiss, then dashed upstairs.
Several minutes later, she was standing in front of him, wearing a knee-length skirt and a thick blouse, and a thick coat on them. Harry reserved a moment to internally curse at Britain's awful weather, then stood up, offering his arms. "Shall we?"
Chapter 19: A House Inspection
A House Inspection
Emma was sitting in her living room, lazily skipping channels on TV. Her husband was absent as usual, leaving her alone in the house, and it was far too early to ring her friends to see if any of them were available for an outing. Then the bell rang. She stood up, ready to reject another salesman, but instead, she received a bushy haired cannon to the chest as soon as she opened the door. "Hermione," she giggled happily. "What a nice surprise."
"Hi mom," Hermione answered, still hugging her tightly. "Since you were alone, we decided to visit you and make your weekend more fun."
'We?' Emma thought a second, then she noticed a tall, dark figure still standing on the door, a crooked smile on his face. "Harry, welcome," she stammered as Hermione unwrapped her arms.
"Hi Emma, long time no see," he said, and pulled her in a hug of his own. She felt her face heat up, strongly aware of his muscular chest, pressing to his own, his hands pressing strongly to her back. Her mind overwhelmed by the memories of the last visit, she did nothing but gently hugging back until he let her go.
"Yes Harry, it's nice to see you too," she said, trying to master the blush that covered her face. "Why don't we all move inside."
"Sure mom," Hermione said and dashed inside.
Emma started walking behind her, Harry walking next to her. Harry placed his hand on the small of her back. Emma was shocked by his audacity, so it took a while for her to shrug and dislodge Harry's hand, pointedly trying to ignore the warmth his hand provided. She found Hermione back in the kitchen, pulling eggs from the kitchen. "Honey, I can handle breakfast," Emma said, why don't you go and take a shower instead. I'm sure travel was tiring, even if it was magical."
Hermione beamed at her. "Thanks mom, it's very much appreciated." She walked out the kitchen.
"Wait, Mione, let me help you," Emma said Harry said, followed by a yelp by Hermione. Emma's face glowed vermillion, she had illusion about how Harry was about to help her daughter in the shower. Still, her daughter was an adult now, and was free to do whatever she wanted to do. While Harry was a little too loose towards Emma, it wasn't like Emma could explain that to her daughter. She could imagine Hermione's response as she tried to explain why Harry was no good, that he was acting a little close to Emma after a measly blowjob. Only thing Emma could do was to wait until she was alone with Harry, and explain to him that night was a mistake that both needed to forget.
Her biggest problem solved in her mind, Emma turned her attention back to breakfast she was preparing. Then a wordless cry belonging to her daughter distracted her. She barely avoided a nasty cut in her hand. Still, she waited in the kitchen, because clearly, that wasn't a cry of pain. She bit her lip, trying to banish the images the cry conjured, Harry and her daughter in her living room, merged in a heated embrace as Emma hid in a corner…
However, dispelling those images proved harder than she expected, as Hermione proved louder than she expected, occasional loud moans still echoing in the room even after Emma finished preparing breakfast. Emma found herself climbing up the stairs, despite having no illusions of what was happening upstairs. 'I need to call them to breakfast,' she justified it to herself, but even to herself, but she was aware just how loose that excuse was. She stood in front of the bathroom, feeling herself at a loss what to do. Knocking and stopping them would be too awkward, as their noise made impossible for Emma to act like she was unaware what was going on.
Then, she noticed the door was not properly shut. She tried to look inside through the slight opening, but was unsuccessful, the showers position was made impossible for Emma to see anything. Her heart beating, she lay her hand on the door, and pushed it. The door moved without a sound, revealing the view at the other side of it. Her daughter was eagle spread, her chest pressing tight on the wall, but her body was covered with Harry's, who was plowing her from behind repeatedly. The water was flowing over him, covering his muscles with an impressive, bright sheen. Emma licked her lips, trying to moisten her suddenly dry lips.
She didn't know how long she stood there, watching two teenagers having sex passionately, but her hand was sneaking towards her core when Harry suddenly turned his head, and looked into her eyes. She stood frozen, like a deer that saw a hunter, watching through the sights of his rifle. Harry kept his eyes firmly on hers as he impaled her daughter repeatedly. Emma felt her body heating up and her mind going blank. Then, Harry winked her, then turned his head back to Hermione. Emma darted away, not caring about the noise she made. She was already in the living room when she remembered she left the door open, but she was afraid to go back and close it. She tried to tell herself it was because she was afraid her daughter might catch her, but she knew it was because she was afraid to fall under Harry's gaze once more.
She walked back to the kitchen trying to regulate her breathing, but she had limited success, whenever managed to calm her heartbeat, another moan would come from upstairs, renewing the circle anew. She tried to control her breathing once more, only to fail radically. Thankfully, the pleasured cries stopped before she finished setting up the table, giving her enough time to compose herself before they came back for breakfast.
However, despite Emma's hopes, Harry was the first one that walked downstairs. "The breakfast looks delicious, sorry that we weren't able to help you prepare it." He stopped, his smile became a bit more heated. "Though I'm sure the show you got was a good payback for your efforts, right?" He walked next to her, and dragged his finger over her cheek.
Emma felt her tongue locking, her mind turning blank. What answer could she give after being busted spying her own daughter? Thankfully, Hermione chose that moment to walk into the room. "The breakfast looks delicious mom," she said before taking a seat at the table, Harry sitting next to her. Emma sat across Hermione, and the breakfast started, together with a low-key chat.
But soon, Emma noticed one important thing. It was mostly her and Harry that was doing the talking while Hermione's contribution was limited to occasional one-word answers. At first, Emma was afraid that Harry informed Hermione about her latest screw up, but a low moan, hastily converted to a cough to obscure it, showed Emma her mistake. Only then she noticed Harry's left hand was under the table, his shoulder shaking slight, that she realized what was going on under the table. And just like that, her blush was back in full force, and she lost rest of her sentence in a shocked stutter.
"What was that Emma?" Harry said, his smile grew wide once more. There was no doubt that he was aware of Emma's latest realization.
"Nothing," Emma stuttered, still trying to act unaware, mostly for Hermione's benefit. "I was just asking how do you feel about your chances in the last task."
"I feel pretty confident," Harry answered. "And more importantly, this year, I developed a new outlook towards life. If you desire something, you just reach with your full force until whatever you desire is yours. And I desire that victory very much." He stopped and pinned her under his gaze. "Just like I desire other things."
Emma just sat on her seat, her heart beat loud enough to make her deaf, her feelings creating a mixed bag of confusion. There was no doubt about what Harry's challenge was about, and she felt intimidated, sitting under that emerald gaze. At the same time, she couldn't help but shocked at his daring, proposing to her even though he was violating her daughter with his fingers. Thankfully, Hermione was in her own world, blissfully unaware of the happenings in the table. Then she noticed Harry's juice glass was empty, and jumped at the opportunity. "Let me put some more juice," she said and jumped out of her seat, gladly leaving the table, and the source of her confusion, behind.
Her daughter, however, suddenly was less careful about controlling her voice now that Emma was not in her immediate vicinity. But the kitchen was much closer than Hermione had estimated during her pleasure-filled haze, and her moans started to echo in Emma's ears once more. She turned on the juice machine, hoping that it would mask her daughter's shouts. It even succeeded for a while, until Hermione started to moan even louder, trusting the machine to mask her voice. Then finally, her daughter fall silent after a particularly erotic moan. Emma returned to the kitchen table a minute later, carrying a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Thanks mom, I was so thirsty," Hermione said, filling her glass.
"No problem honey," Emma answered, barely holding back a comment about why she was so thirsty. She wanted to scold her daughter about her irresponsible behavior, but her own guilt stayed her hand. Or she hoped it was her guilt, because any other probability was too weird to contemplate. Rest of the breakfast went silent, Hermione silenced by her exhaustion, Emma silenced by her shame. "Hermione, you look exhausted, why don't you go rest for a couple hours while I clean-up the table."
Hermione thanked her, then turned her attention to Harry. "I better stay here and help Emma," Harry said. "She already put enough effort into preparing the breakfast, it would be rude not to help. But you go and rest, you need it." Hermione nodded and left the room. Emma wasn't surprised Hermione didn't try to stay and help them. It had been a long time since she last experienced one, but Emma still remembered just how tiring consecutive orgasms could be.
Emma tried to come up with a way start the much-needed discussion, but the words deserted her. After all, how would she start a conversation with her daughter's boyfriend about the blowjob given under false pretenses, or about the time she sneaked and watched them in the shower. Her own body heat, rising up whenever her mind went back to those moments, wasn't helping either. So, she stayed silent as she gathered the plates with Harry's help, decidedly ignoring every time their hands touched each other.
"Hi Emma, how about you go watch some TV, I can handle the dishes," Harry said. Normally, Emma wouldn't agree to leave a quest cleaning, but this time, her mood was far too complicated to bother insisting about it. She just nodded and left the kitchen, and sat in front of the TV, trying to gather her mind for the inevitable talk she needed to have.
Then Harry walked back inside the living room. Emma steeled herself, and started talking. "Listen, Harry, the situation that is going on is-" she started, only to cut by Harry, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"You are too tense, let me give you a massage," Harry said, squeezing her shoulders lightly. Emma opened her mouth to chastise him, and to demand an immediate stop, but somehow, between her vocal cords and her mouth, the words changed into a gasp. While appropriate, he was correct about the tenseness, and his hands were almost magic, destroying the knots in her shoulders with ease. "You were saying something?" Harry added, his hands still massaging her shoulder.
"It can wait until you finish your massage," Emma answered. They owed her at least that much after all the stress they put her through, she surmised. She leaned forward a little, giving him access to her back. She stood silent, other than occasional appreciative hums, as his hands explored her back, unlocking her tense muscles.
"Why don't you lie down," Harry said. "It would be much easier then."
"Sure," Emma answered and lied down, seeing no problem. After all, he was already massaging her, and lying down would make no difference. She rested her head the pillow, appreciative of his hands as they traveled across her back, combating any sign of stress. He started with her shoulder, then moved to her back. However, she started to bite her lips when he arrived at the small of her back, afraid that he would act inappropriately, and she would have to call him, and stop the massage. Thankfully, Harry skipped any location that could be called inappropriate and directly moved to her foot. She sighed, relaxed.
A minute later, she realized that she might have made a mistake relaxing after he moved to her feet. Because it felt utterly divine as his fingers tendered her flesh, sparking flashes of pleasure. She was utterly aware of her quickened breath, and what it implied. She needed to stop the massage before her willpower dwindled to nothing, but somehow, the words denied to exist. Harry arrived at her calves, then started to crawl towards her thighs after a brief stop there. She found herself biting the pillow to keep the moans inside as he climbed upwards, getting ever closer to her privates. She found herself unable to utter the words, beset by the images of how those fingers would feel, caressing her nether lips. She felt her mind getting covered with a haze, acutely aware that her power to resist was completely demolished. He could do everything he wanted to her, and she wouldn't be able to resist.
Then, the pressure from his hands stopped. "I hope you enjoyed your massage, Emma," he said with a cheerful voice. "I'm going back to rest with Hermione." Only after she heard his footsteps, climbing the stairs, that Emma realized he left her, breathing hard in arousal and confusion. And a yelp from Hermione, followed by deep, pleasure filled moans, didn't help either.
For a while, Emma just lay motionless, trying to gather her bearings, shocked by just how close she had been pushed towards a climax. "That bastard," she murmured. It was impossible for him to realize what his massage was doing to him, and that meant he intentionally left her just in the edge, frustrated and needy. A move that deserved a reply in the same vein. Emma went upstairs after a brief stop in the kitchen to pick up some water, and knocked the door of her daughter's room. "Are you decent, honey?" she asked.
The sudden silence, followed by a brief shuffling brought a smile to Emma's lips. "Yes mom, you can come in."
Emma opened the door and walked inside, only to blush harshly. The thick, musky smell of the room left no doubt about what was happening in the room a second before. To make things even worse, both of them were under covers, spooning, Harry's eyes closed, acting like he was asleep. "I thought you might get thirsty," Emma said, placing the water bottle next to her bed. But upon closing, Emma noticed one important detail, there was a slight, hard to notice movement going on in their waist area.
Emma saw her daughter blush and bite her lips in an effort to keep her voice down. Emma's face had a similar hue, shocked by Harry's daring. He continued impaling her daughter regardless of her presence, and he must have known that the cover was a poor substitute to keep himself hidden under the assault. Emma beat a hasty retreat from the room after wishing her daughter a good rest, despite knowing not much resting going to happen after she left…
Two hours, and a long, cold shower later, Emma was sitting in the living room, watching daytime TV, hoping that it would distract her, when she heard footsteps from the stairs. "I need to go to the library," Hermione said.
Emma chuckled. "What a surprise honey."
Hermione let out a small laugh. "Yes mom, I know it's really unpredictable. Me and library, who would have thought, right?" Then she continued, her voice streamlined. "Though, Harry is upstairs, sleeping. If he wakes up, could you drop him to the library."
"Sure honey," Emma said, trying to act nonchalant, but her mouth dried in panic. Still, it was a good opportunity to have the talk with Harry without any distraction. She steeled herself and waited until Hermione left the house, then walked towards her room. She stood in front of the door for a moment in hesitation, then she pushed the door open. The first thing that greeted her was the smell of sex, even thicker than when she entered the last time.
The second thing was the naked body of Harry.
Emma took a deep breath in shock, blindsided by his nude display, his half erect cock on full display. "Harry," she called, trying to wake him up, but she didn't turn her back. After all, she had already seen him in more compromising positions, so there was no harm in staring. Harry gave no response, still deep in sleep. Emma called him a couple of more times, only to receive no answer. However, the talk she needed to have with him couldn't be delayed anymore, so Emma walked closer, and shook his shoulder. It didn't work as well as she hoped. Harry stayed asleep, but her movements managed to awaken a certain part of him, which rose almost instantly.
Emma was impressed with his teenager virility. Despite all the sex he had through the day, he had risen to occasion with barely a touch even when he was asleep. She knew the appropriate thing was to pull the blanket on him, covering his body, then continue with her attempts to wake him up. But sometimes, desires and knowledge clashed. And the only sexual contact Emma had for a long while was the boy lying in front of him, owing to her husband's long absences. His taste, his shape, his passion… They were still bright in her memory. Her earlier voyeurisms didn't assist her control either.
So, Emma was fully aware just how wrong her action was when she wrapped her hand around Harry's cock, feeling its beat at it continued to harden under her touch. She moved her hand, testing how his skin moved under her attention. She looked his face, to see any indicators of waking up, but it was blank like a minute ago. She continued whacking him off, her own heartbeat rising with every throb. She felt a familiar heat filling her insides once more. She decided to try less clothing as a solution. Her hands danced over buttons, and a few seconds later, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed only in her underwear, one of her hands plunged into her panties, caressing her folds.
At that point, she managed to convince herself that Harry was a heavy sleeper and wasn't about to wake up, despite the scant evidence to support. Beset with a desire to taste him once again, she leaned and licked his crown, one of her hands still pumping the base. His taste infused to her tongue, spurring her for more. She leaned, her ruby lips separated, and captured the top of his shaft between her lips. She started bobbing her head, first slowly, but her motions sped up as the last concerns about waking him up melted under her desire, exploring his shaft with her mouth.
Then, out of the blue, she felt two hands grabbing her head and pushing down. She found herself with his cock lodged in her throat, feeling trouble breathing. She gagged and tried to pull back, but the pressure didn't allow it. Then, pressure suddenly disappeared, and Emma pulled back, her mouth open, ready to bellow in anger.
But the opportunity was lost as soon as it appeared, as a pair of lips pressed her own, silencing her. She tried to speak nevertheless, but he pushed his tongue into her mouth, silencing her. His hands found the hook of her bra and liberated her breasts from its confines. His hands moved to her breasts, digging into her flesh. Emma put her hands on his shoulders, fully intent on pushing him away, but somehow, her orders got missed in translation, pulling him closer instead. Emma toppled back, his weight on her, trapping her on the bed. However, her trapped state didn't concern her, paying more attention to his fingers slipping into her panties, caressing her folds.
Emma's moans rang in the room as Harry's mouth moved down and captured her nipples between his teeth, littering her breasts with red marks from his forceful kisses. He traveled down even lower, putting a lingering trail of kisses on her stomach, then placed his head between her legs. A stiff pull later, Emma was free from the last piece of clothing she wore, and the only thing covering her slit was Harry's mouth, his tongue ravaging her to his heart's content. Emma lost all control of her voice as the climax drove nearer and nearer…
Then the pleasure suddenly stopped.
Emma opened her eyes to see what happened, only to find herself under his emerald gaze. He was leaning above her, his cock positioned to enter her in one smooth motion. She opened her legs and raised her bottom to allow him easier access, but the penetration she waited didn't come. "Come on Harry, don't keep me waiting," she mewled, the concerns about how inappropriate the situation was didn't even register her mind.
"Waiting for what?" Harry said, a damnable half smile on his face.
"What?" Emma murmured in confusion. It clicked a second later. He wanted her to ask him explicitly, in the last sign of her total surrender. A part of her urged her to just stand up and leave, leaving him with aching for release. But it would put her in the same position. Still, she hesitated saying those words, feeling it would be too much of a challenge. "Please?" she moaned.
"Please, what?" Harry said, still smiling.
"Please…" Emma murmured once more, feeling conflicted. But then she realized it didn't matter, she had already consented to it, and uttering or not uttering those words wouldn't make any change. "Fuck me, Harry," she whispered.
"I can't hear you," he answered.
"Fuck me," she repeated, this time much louder, no sign of hesitation present in her voice. "Fill me up."
"As you wish," Harry said, and pushed his cock inside. A pained scream escaped Emma's mouth, a sign of just how long it had been since she last experienced any sexual contact. But in her wet, aroused state, it didn't take long for her to adapt for Harry's girth, and he started spearing her with a consistent rhythm. Emma felt the earth move as her heightened state returned almost instantly. His every pump pushed her closer to the edge, and soon she was constricting around his cock, her juices flowing unrestricted.
"Oh Harry, that was amazing," she murmured in a haze.
"Honey," Harry answered. "We barely finished the appetizers. The main course is just starting." He started pumping her without waiting for an answer, this time, invading deeper with every push, touching to places that haven't been touched before. He impaled, he mauled, he pierced… And Emma just lay in a haze, experiencing a pleasure she never did before, experiencing climax after climax.
Then she heard a chilling sound from downstairs. "Mum, I'm back, where are you." The situation hit her like a truck. She was in her daughter's bed, with her daughter's boyfriend, and she was about to get caught by the said daughter. Paralyzed in shock, she did nothing as Harry thrown her clothes under the bed, then pulled the covers over her. A second later, Harry slipped under the covers himself, his cock pressing against her ass, his arms pulling her chest tight.
"Harry," Emma heard Hermione's voice just above the bed. "Have you seen mom." Emma tried to stay silent, but it was a challenge considering Harry's cock, slippery with her own juices, was pressing hard against her entrance. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she was afraid to make even the slightest sound.
"I'm sure she is busy with something important," Harry answered, pushing his cock inside her once more. "Maybe she is searching for something filling, for the dinner of course." Emma was shocked to hear a chortle escaping Hermione's mouth, despite how hypocritical it was to get angered by a poor innuendo, while she was being actually filled. Emma did her best to keep silent as they chatted amicably. She felt even worse when kissing sounds reached her ears, acutely aware that it only took an errant touch from Hermione to realize there was someone else under the covers.
But contrary to everything she believed about herself, it made Emma even more excited. Her hips started to move on their own, trying to devour Harry's cock. And as soon as she heard Hermione's footsteps getting away, followed by a slam on the door, she threw the cover off her and took her position on the top, her hand resting on Harry's chest, and started rocking her hips, hitting to yet another orgasm. Then Harry suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pushed her down. She didn't have to think for the reason, as Harry plunged his huge cock into her mouth. She started bobbing her head, joined by her tongue. She managed to coax Harry's seed out, filling her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but some inevitably slipped to her chest and on the bed. "It was amazing," she murmured.
"Yes, it was," Harry answered while he pulled her clothes under the bed. "But I recommend you to go back to your room, unless you are sure you could convince your daughter for a threesome, of course." Emma barely nodded as she left the room, stumbling back to her own room, still naked, any possible consequences of being caught not in her mind. She closed her door, and threw herself into her bed, losing consciousness almost instantly.
Emma's consciousness slowly returned. She felt rested, relaxed, much more than she usually felt. Inevitably, her mind shifted to the reason. Just like that, what she just did hit her with full force, but it failed to find a purchase in her pleasure filled mind. Yes, she did cheat her husband, and yes, she did it with her daughter's boyfriend, but the enormity of her actions was dwarfed by the pleasure she felt. After all, it was her husband's and her daughter's fault, she rationalized. One hadn't touched her for months despite her attractive body, too busy with his work, the other had sex in the every corner of the house without even the slightest concern for her needs. Why should Emma feel guilty? They were just as responsible as her for what she did. Still, it was a one-time thing, she had no intention of risking a repeat, despite how much pleasure it brought.
She knew her arguments were flimsy, but didn't care much. She stood up, and examined her body in the mirror, riddled with hickeys for the first time in a long while. She let her hand caress the marks on her neck, evoking the memory of their inception, Harry's lips assaulting her neck mercilessly. She felt hungry for more, but her decision was final. She took a quick shower and put some make-up to cover the hickeys, then walked to downstairs. But neither Harry nor Hermione was around. Then she found a note written by Hermione, how they needed to return to school, but didn't want to wake her up for it.
Emma sighed, relaxed. She knew handling a dinner with them would be a huge challenge after the last night. Still, despite knowing, she wasn't able to prevent feeling disappointed…
Chapter 20: A noble development
A Noble Development
Hermione and Harry were sitting in the living room, Harry's arms wrapped around her waist. "So, it happened," Hermione said with a hesitant voice.
Harry hadn't needed to ask to know what she was talking about. "Yes, it did," Harry said, moving his hands slowly, rubbing Hermione's stomach. "How do you feel about it?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "I don't know," she said, but Harry could feel her heartbeat was quite high, and her breathing was shallow.
He moved his hands a little lower, and she shivered. Harry smiled, recognizing the signs. He dragged his hands lower, sliding down her leg, until the point it reached the point where her skirt ended, then suddenly reversed direction, taking the same journey touching her naked skin. His fingers reached to her panties, their dampness obvious. "I think I know," Harry said, enjoying the way she trembled on his chest.
"Harry!" she moaned, failing to keep her somber mood anymore.
Harry pushed her panties to the side and slid his finger inside. "Mmm, even more enthusiastic than your mother," he whispered into her ear and received only a whimper in return, her walls squeezing his finger tight. "Kinky," he added, even as his other hand slipped under her shirt, teasing her breast over her bra. He was surprised by the speed was Hermione was being pushed towards incoherence. Hermione was much more aroused than normal. Harry smiled, apparently, his girlfriend even kinkier than he previously assumed. "You are mine," he whispered into her ear, leaning to her lips.
Then, he was distracted an owl flying inside. "Perfect timing," he murmured sarcastically, however, when he raised his head, he noticed the letter was closed with a large Gringotts seal. The owl perched on the side of his couch. Harry pulled the letter, checked whether it was addressed to him, then opened.
Harry Potter,
You have been requested at Gringotts at the earliest opportunity.
Account Manager Garshaw
Gringotts
Harry kissed Hermione once more before pulling away hesitantly. "I better go as soon as possible," Harry said. "It might be really important. Should I leave you here or bring back to school."
Hermione thought for a second. "School is better. We don't know how long it would take you in Gringotts, and it's for the best if I don't stay alone with mom for now. Just let me write a note."
Harry watched as she stood up, the sway of her lips attractive as always. She scribbled a note when wrapped her arms around Harry once more. Harry wanted to push her down and nibble her neck, but instead disappeared with a pop, carrying her with him.
Harry was walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, absentmindedly playing with the new ring on his finger.
His visit to Gringotts was even more surreal than he expected. He had been escorted to the Account Manager's office as soon as he arrived, only to learn Sirius prepared a quite an interesting surprise to him and declared him the heir. In there, Harry learned, in addition to being his Godfather, Sirius was his third cousin once removed, a pleasant surprise that allowed Sirius to declare him the Black heir, because despite not being the official Lord of the family, he -as the only direct Black male- apparently had the right to declare someone as the heir.
Though, after that point, things developed outside of Sirius' expectations. Harry learned that Black Family Charter recognized several events as emancipation, and one of them was the Triwizard tournament. Harry suddenly found himself as a full adult, with access to a considerable amount of gold and magical treasures, and a seat in the Wizengamout. Even more, he learned Potter family also recognized the Tournament as a qualifier, it required him to complete the tournament alive. Not exactly a chore, Harry noted amusedly.
With the power granted by his Lordship, many legal options were open to him, options that he wasn't able to afford before. With this power, his first mission was obvious, to clear Sirius' name. But he was also aware that it was a task that was quite difficult, as such a thing would be disastrous for Fudge, eliciting a full power response from him. If Sirius went free, Fudge's political career would be buried. In that, there was no doubt. And he wasn't sure how much help he could expect from Dumbledore about this issue either, after all, Dumbledore managed to be conspicuously absent whenever there was a need for him to take action, only to appear as soon as everything was solved. Harry had no reason to believe he was being proactive in saving Sirius, despite his promise at the end of last year.
He was aware that he was woefully unprepared for it. He needed information. A smile appeared on his face. After all, while he could easily research in the library, there was some sources much more fun…
Daphne was in the library, trying to concentrate on her homework, when she felt a sudden desire to look up. She did, only to meet with a pair of emerald eyes. Her breathing stopped, her mind filling with the latest encounter with those eyes. Then he did a subtle follow me gesture, turned his back and started walking.
Daphne knew she should have been furious against the presumption that he could just order her around without a concern, but she felt nothing other than anticipation as she quickly gathered her books and left the library. When she stepped outside, he was no longer around, but Daphne had an idea where he might be. She quickly climbed the stairs, her pace fastest that could be while still being called walking.
She stood in front of the same door that changed her life, cast a few cosmetic spells to fix her disheveled appearance, unlocked few top buttons of her robe and shirt, then entered. She was surprised to see the room was completely different this time, instead of a huge room with a table in the middle, it was a small, cozy room with just one couch and a fireplace, as well as a small table holding several refreshments. Still, she didn't pay much attention to difference, as she had seen much more interesting things during her tenure.
Instead, her attention was grabbed by Harry patting next to him. Again, Daphne was bristled a little by being ordered around, but still, sat down without any protest. "So, Daphne. How have you been since the last time?"
Daphne's blush intensified. "Well enough," she stammered. "You?"
"Can't complain," Harry said. "Though I found myself facing some unexpected problems. Do you mind if I ask for your help?" he said, his hand dropping on her arm.
"We can always come to an agreement," Daphne answered, managing to gather her wits a little.
"Of course we can," Harry answered. "But it is an issue I would like to keep under the wraps. We would have no problem with it, right?" As soon as his sentence finished, Daphne felt his power permeating the room, just high enough to remind she wasn't dealing with a regular student.
Still, Daphne felt more turned on than afraid. She nodded resolutely. Then Harry showed his other hand towards. Daphne's eyes gravitated towards the ring she saw, after all, it was the first time she saw Harry wearing any ornament. Then she noticed the insignia on the ring, and her mouth fell open in shock. "How?" she murmured in shock.
Harry sent a crooked smile. "It was a surprise for me too."
"But… It's not even the heir ring, it's the Lord's ring. Lord of the Black family. How?"
"It's a bit complicated," he answered. "Let's just say a combination of a hidden benefactor, some unexpected bylaws, and some unexpected blood ties. More importantly, I find myself woefully inadequate about political details I'm about to face. So, I thought, who can I ask for a small lesson."
Daphne smiled. "We can come to an agreement." Then she remembered something, and her smile faded. "But it means Malfoy Senior would start targeting you with his full power. A significant part of Malfoy family power was reliant on the fact that Draco would be Lord Black when he arrived at the majority." Daphne remembered something more important. "But how did it happen. Malfoys are the one with the greatest claim, and only Black male alive is Sirius Black, and it's not like Sirius Black would make you the heir, right?" She jumped on her feet in a panic. "Shit, Sirius Black will start targeting you once again when he hears it! There is no way he would stop before killing you now!" Her breathing went out of control in panic. Harry was strong, but Sirius Black was a bogeyman, third only to Voldemort and Bellatrix.
Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. "Calm down," he whispered, gently patting her back. "Let me tell tell you about a story unknown in public." With that, Daphne listened as Harry told the real story of Sirius Black, sadness and outrage fighting inside her. Sadness, because it was a deep tragedy. She didn't want to imagine how it would be to stay in Azkaban for more than fifteen years. Anger, because it was an insult to everything the traditions stand for to throw someone into Azkaban without a trial, and even worse was the dismiss the evidence to free him just because it was inconvenient. The fact that he was the heir of an Ancient and Noble family just drove it to her that it could happen to everyone.
"It's… Unbelievable…" Daphne murmured, trying to process the revelation she just received. She felt like the carpet was pulled under her feet. If that happened to Sirius Black, heir of a major family, and a hero that risked everything, what protected her. Certainly not her family, as a female heir, they made it clear in the past that she was expandable other than making a good marriage, and they had Astoria as a spare for that. Then Harry hugged her, and reality reasserted itself. She felt his power again, but this time, instead of threatening her, it was enveloping her like a thick blanket, explaining to her that she was safe no matter what. She wrapped her arms around his torso, listening to his calming heartbeat.
"You know that Malfoys would fight against Sirius' freedom with their full might, right? As long as Sirius is in prison, their only barrier is you. If you die, even if you threw Draco out of the family, they can twist a legal argument to make Draco eligible again. If Sirius gets free and officially becomes head again, or ratifies your Lordship, their whole legal standing crumbles. And with Fudge in their pocket, the chances to make it stick is very low."
"I know," Harry said. "That's why I decided I'll kick Fudge out of his seat first." Daphne looked at him, her mouth fell open. He was sitting there calmly like he didn't just declare he was about to oust the sitting Minister of Magic. "But, to do that, I'm aware that I need to destroy Malfoys first," he added, adding sprinkles to Daphne's shock with his declaration to target Malfoy family, probably the strongest family in England. Still, wrapped with his power, Daphne couldn't help but feel that the barriers would nothing to him. Somehow, he would succeed despite all the barriers.
A while later, Daphne managed to gather her composure back. She briefly thought, then realized Harry had a clean way forward. "I think your best bet against Malfoys is Narcissa herself." Harry raised his eyebrow in inquiry. "Not only she is a Black by birth, which gives you a very good avenue to progress, but also her marriage with Lucius is quite shaky if some of the rumors were accurate. I think threatening her with a dismissal could work enough to turn her into an unwilling informant."
"Interesting," Harry said, his hands suddenly wandering over her robe. "So, tell me about more about Wizengamot, Fudge, and Malfoys." Daphne started with the main fact and interactions about the structures each, occasional moans escaping her mouth whenever Harry's hands caressed a particularly sensitive location. She spoke for almost two hours, moistening her throat with occasional sips of the white wine Harry presented. Finishing her presentation was a true chore, her pleasure filled panting preventing her from constructing full sentences.
"Good girl," Harry whispered into her ear. "Why don't you pick your reward."
Daphne realized that would be a perfect time to ask him to cancel his date with Astoria, after all, he promised him a favor. But she had a feeling that if she asked for that, Harry would just thank her, smile, and leave. Something she couldn't accept in her current aroused state. Her rationality and pleasure fought for a moment, then Daphne shrugged. Astoria was a big girl, if she wanted to push their parents, Daphne couldn't do much about it, even if she prevented her rendezvous with Harry, she would find another outlet for her rebellion. So, Daphne made her choice, and leaned for his lips.
"Good choice," Harry said in a breathing break before diving back to her lips once more, his hands sped up, unlocking another button at each pass. Suddenly, he pushed her back, and she fell down into a bed. She didn't know where the bed came from, but her mind was busy with more important things, such as Harry's hands, pulling her shirt open, revealing her bra, a wholesome beige piece. "We need some shopping," he said. Daphne blushed, but her smile widened still. His invitation to shopping meant there would be a repeat.
Harry put his hand on her bra, and it just disappeared, leaving his hand free to touch Daphne's sensitive skin. His fingers caressed her breasts, and a moan escaped Daphne's lips, still, the pleasure of it was eclipsed by Harry's lips, laying gentle kisses on her collarbones, with an occasional nibble. Then, he moved down, dallying around her breasts for a while, enough to leave faint red marks on her perky tits. Every mark he left on her body, she felt more connected to him, however, the implications of it didn't occur to her. Then, he continued his journey, riddling her stomach with kisses, moving down just a bit after each kiss, his hands busy with getting rid of her skirt, followed by her panties. His tongue touched to her lower lips, each touch pushing her ever closer to the climax she waited for last two hours.
Then, he hissed, and a pleasure she never felt before rippled through her, pushing her over the edge, her mind frozen in shock. As a Slytherin, Parseltongue had always been a revered thing, one of the closest things to holy. She could still remember the shock and humiliation Slytherin house felt when Harry Potter of all people, nemesis of Slytherin, revealed to be able to speak Parseltongue. And Harry just used it to pleasure her in a way that eclipsed anything else she ever experienced.
Her higher brain function staggered when the tongue started teasing her nether lips once more, enhanced by the parseltongue. She gasped, she moaned, she cried, as another orgasm quickly built up. She felt the familiar cold sensation of cleaning spell assaulting her ass, followed by a finger slipping inside, going in and out, adding to her pleasure. One finger became two, then three, and another orgasm hit her, extracting another set of glass-shattering moans.
Still, Harry gave her no time to gather before she felt something thicker and hotter than his fingers pressing against her puckered hole. He pushed inside in one smooth motion, easily traveling through her loosened hole. She lost the track of time, and the world started to blacken as he slammed, again and again, his fingers sinking into her breasts, when another orgasm hit her, and the colors returned to the world.
She was barely aware as he pulled out and cleaned his shaft, but it suddenly gained importance as he pushed his half-erect shaft to her mouth. She took its half-erect state as a personal affront, and started trying to fix it, massaging with her tongue, enveloping with her lips. Soon, his shaft was hard once again in her mouth, pushing towards her throat, something she enjoyed immensely the last time, so she pushed herself forward, forcibly lodging his presence into deeper into her throat despite the challenge it presented for her breathing. She labored over his cock, squeezing, licking, nibbling, caressing, and managed to earn her keep when it twitched for one last time before filling her mouth.
She gulped down it with passion, and tried to stand up, but the exhaustion caught up with her. Laying down for a while looked like a better option. For a moment, she struggled to stay awake, but then Harry wrapped his arms around her, his power blanketing her body once more. She sighed, then her consciousness faded into sleep.