A/N: General disclaimers that I don't own anything in the HP-verse and blah dee blah blah...

A/N 2: It is my intention that this story be a tasteful, sensual experience and not hardcore smut.


Potter's Hands: Slytherin

Featured Witch: Daphne 'Ice Queen' Greengrass

"I will."

Daphne didn't expect Potter to laugh softly at her remark and she turned her head to watch him as he walked to the sink on the other end of the room. There was a connection between Potter and this mystery girl and Daphne really wanted to know what it was.

"Who was she?"

"Who was who?"

"Don't play dumb with me Potter."

Potter turned around, crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back against the sink. He regarded her with a questioning gaze and Daphne countered by rolling over onto her side so she faced him. He smirked and shook his head.

"It's not a was but an is and she's someone special. No, she is not my girlfriend and neither Hermione nor Susan knows who she is. I don't believe anybody does and I never speak of her."

"Oooh how scandalous! Harry Potter, the current saviour of the magical world doesn't want to talk about a supposed lover. Fine, I can respect that."

A somewhat awkward silence fell over the two magicals and Daphne decided to recapture the moment. She ran a finger down the column of her throat, through her cleavage, down her stomach and traced a circle around her belly-button ring. She had gotten the ring in a fit of rebellion with Tracey and also to tease Darius. It simply drove him wild and by the look in Potter's eyes it had the same effect.

"I've recovered from my initial release Potter and I wouldn't be adverse to another."

"I don't usually give out another release after the initial one Daphne. It tends to send out the wrong message."

Daphne snorted and held up a hand as if to indicate the room, the atmosphere and her state of undress. Potter shrugged his shoulders and smirked.

"I told you many times tonight that we wouldn't do anything you or your body didn't want to do. You were wound so tight that it was affecting your health."

"And you were what? All too happy to oblige in helping me unwind?"

"Something like that."

Daphne huffed and toyed with her belly button ring again. She didn't have a problem getting Darius to have sex with her and she didn't have to be fully naked in order to entice him. It would seem that even with the delicious, naughty promise of pleasure laying on the table in front of him, Potter wouldn't take the hint and really satisfy the ache in between her legs. It was mid October, about halfway through the fall term and she had another month and a half until she could lay with Darius again. Daphne Greengrass was no slut, but like most adolescents, when she had a taste of the sexual pleasures, she was hooked and she wanted more. She was careful though, only giving herself to those that she trusted and that could give her the high she craved.

"What do you want me to say Potter? Do you want me to come out and ask you for sex? To throw myself at your feet and beg you to give me your cock?"

Dirty talk wasn't normally Daphne's thing, she only did it with Darius to give him that little extra motivation to help throw her over the edge into orgasmic bliss, and when Tracey needed to get off. By the way Potter's eyes darkened again, her dirty talk appeared to be weakening whatever his hang up was. She batted her eyelashes and gave him a coy smile.

"Oh that is what you want isn't it? You know my body Potter, you know how full my breasts are and how round and tight my arse is. You know how wet I can get, how warm my snatch is and how tight my inner walls gripped your fingers."

"Stand up."

Daphne stood up, intrigued and a little turned on by the gruffness of Potter's voice. He stalked over to her and grabbed her by her throat. Fear flashed through her for a moment but Potter's grip wasn't too tight and he didn't encircle her whole throat in his hand. Instead, he seemed to be holding her steady as his other hand played with her breasts and his eyes followed fingers. Daphne didn't move, she didn't speak and she hardly breathed. Potter's hands played with her breasts and her nipples for quite a while and Daphne bit her lip to keep from making a noise.

"For so long I have had to deny what I wanted for fear of it being taken away from me and I'm so sick of that. The weight of the world thrown on my shoulders do to some foolish prophecy and I had to train to defeat some dark fool."

Potter's monologue surprised Daphne but she felt like he was building up to something and with one final hard tug on her diamond hard nipples, his hands moved lower. He played with her belly button ring for a moment before his hands suddenly dipped lower and parted her lower lips. Daphne's breath caught in her throat but Potter didn't do anything except hold her lower lips open and Daphne looked up to meet his tumultuous green eyes.

"I take what I want now a days and no one stops me. The masses are afraid that I will snap and go dark or complain like a little baby if I don't get my way. So if witches want to throw themselves at me for whatever reason they can think of, I'll take my choosing. And by Merlin have I thanked my lucky stars that I could choose you."

If Daphne was expecting Potter to finger her she was surprisingly mistaken as she felt Potter's cock slip into her open snatch and she gasped at the welcome intrusion. She hadn't realised that he had dropped his shorts but that thought was inconsequential as Potter slid so deep into her with his initial thrust that Daphne bit his shoulder to stifle the wheeze she let out. Potter pulled back out and Daphne's inner walls gripped him like a vice to hold onto the wonderfully stretched feeling he caused but then she promptly saw stars when he thrust back in. That's what it was, a thrust, not a stroke and Daphne cried out.

"Yes. Cry out. Let me hear you lose yourself in the moment."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Daphne's staggered cries were a result of three particularly hard and deep thrusts Potter gave her. She crawled up his torso, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. She fisted her fingers in his hair and sucked on his neck. Daphne had never experienced such a degree of power while having sex as none of her other lovers had been quite as rough as Potter was being at the moment. Daphne loved it and dropped herself onto Potter every time he thrust up.

"Harder!"

The cool metal of a locker met Daphne's back when Potter rested her back against it. She had no idea that they had been moving but with the added stability Potter could thrust harder into her and Daphne moaned her approval. Her first orgasm came unexpectedly and with the force of the Hogwart's Express. It exploded deep within her and Daphne tossed her head back in rapture.

"Oh yes! Yes!"

Daphne wrapped herself even tighter around Potter and moaned when he kept a gentle rhythm inside of her. She came down from her high and looked at Potter with dark, glinting eyes.

"I want another."

"If that's what the lady wants."

Daphne smirked as Potter moved them away from the locker and back over to the massage table. He set her down on her feet, slid out of her and turned her around so her arse faced him. She bent over at the waist with the gentle pressure from his hand on her back and before she could say anything Potter slid into her again. The angle of his entry made his cock slide against the upper part of her womanhood and hit the spongy tissue found there. Daphne yelped and thrust back against Potter. He steadied her with a hand on her lower back and one on her hip.

"That's it princess. Don't fight me on this one. I'm not going to last long on this run and I'll be damned if you don't come undone before me again."

Daphne's response died on the tip of her tongue as Potter grasped her by both hips now and literally pounded her with everything he had. Normally, Daphne's slender frame wouldn't be able to take this brutal fucking (and it definitely was a fucking, not lovemaking or sex) but with Potter's massage and her earlier two orgasms, Daphne found her body quite willing and limber. All she could do was hold on because she wasn't used to this furious bout of sex and she did her best to meet Potter's thrusts with ones of her own.

"Hurry up and come undone princess. I'm not going to last much longer."

"You first Potter!"

Daphne's response seemed to infuriate Potter as he thrust harder and faster into her. Potter cheated in the end as he reached underneath her with one hand and manipulated her clit. A few tweaks and pulls from his devastatingly dexterous fingers and Daphne saw stars. Blinding white stars and dark black spots clouded her vision as she came undone.

"Potter!"

"Oh thank Merlin and Morgana both…"

Potter gave a few more jerky thrusts and Daphne felt him release inside of her. This was a first for her as she always made Darius wear some form of protection and she found her pleasure heightened by Potter's release in her. As soon as Potter stopped thrusting, Daphne fell onto the massage table and sucked in as much air as she could. Her body felt boneless and her legs were jelly. After a few seconds Potter pulled out of her and Daphne groaned.

"I'm going to give you a present and you're going to send it to this mysterious woman of yours Potter. I seriously need to thank her. Oooh."

Potter chuckled at Daphne's mumbles and he helped her stand up. He handed her a towel and held up some other shower supplies.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up before you pass out. Showers are this way."

"Okay."

The two magicals walked in comfortable silence to the showers and Daphne stood next to Potter under her own shower head. She tilted her face up into the spray and le the residue of her night with Potter wash off her. She opened her eyes and looked over at Potter who was cleaning up. She licked her lips at his physique and her eyes widened when she looked between his legs.

"How did that fit inside of me?!"

Daphne normally wasn't one to talk about her lover's body but Potter sported an above average sized cock and if her snatch wasn't so abused at the moment Daphne would have jumped Potter right there.

"It fit well enough I think."

Potter's cheeky remark as he finished washing his hair made Daphne blush and she hurriedly finished her own shower. They walked out of the shower room in silence and dried off. Potter waved his hand over a spare towel and transfigured it into a pair of comfortable sweatpants. Daphne took them with a muttered thanks as she didn't have knickers to put on and she slid the sweat pants over her yoga pants. As Daphne finished tying her hair back, Potter handed her the transfiguration bracelet and Daphne clicked it on.

"Thank you Po…Harry. I appreciate all that you did for me tonight."

"You're welcome Daphne. Shall I escort you back up to the castle?"

A real, soft smile crossed Daphne's face and she took Harry's offered arm.


FIN

A/N: And that's a wrap. However, I leave you all with one parting gift as I go. The opportunity to help me continue this series and for you to choose the next witch. Please follow the format below in a review or a PM.

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