Harry boarded the Hogwarts Express for what he hoped would be his last September 1st trip. Hermione and Ron headed off to the Head Boy and Girl compartment. McGonagall has asked Harry to be Head Boy but he was having none of that. If he was forced to come back to school, he was going to try and have as normal a school year as possible. The responsibilities of Head Boy could be handled by someone who cared.
Things had started to become weird over the summer between the trio. It was probably that it was no longer so much a trio as it was a bicycle with a third, unnecessary wheel. Not that he had cared much, being together with Ginny occupied most of his time. Of course, being at the Burrow meant things only could go so far. He swore Molly had some type of horniness detector, cause every time he and Ginny were getting closer to something good, she would show up and interrupt him. After the fifth time getting caught with his hand up Ginny's shirt he stopped getting embarrassed. This, combined with the hovering ghost of Dead Fred made everything with the Weasleys just a bit odd, and a clean break for the school year was in order.
With all these happenings he settled into an empty compartment, unless they magically removed some, there were going to be plenty of compartments empty for the whole trip. Thus, he did not expect a knock and someone to ask whether they could join him.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" She asked politely.
He recognized the long blonde hair, her face was familiar as well, if not a bit more mature. Her deep blue eyes were striking, outlined by long lashes and just enough makeup to emphasize the contours of her features. The tits, now those were new, not surgical new, but a year and half of development new. The tight shirt she was wearing presented them in a very good light. Just as the tight jeans she wore showed off well toned legs, and he wanted to have her give him a little twirl to see the backside, as if his ogling wasn't conspicuous enough.
"Yeah, come in," he said.
"You took long enough to decide," she replied with a smile.
"Just checking for imperfections."
"Find any?"
"Not yet."
"Good answer. I'm surprised to find you alone. I thought you and Weaselette were a thing."
"We were. Not anymore."
"Oh, well that's too bad," she said with false sincerity. "I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself."
"I know who you are, Greengrass. You don't need any introduction."
"And neither do you."
"Yeah, it's just wonderful being recognized everywhere you go," he said with disgust.
"You mean you don't enjoy every girl fawning over you. If you didn't have a girlfriend you could've shagged every witch in London."
"I couldn't even get my girlfriend in the sack, let alone every witch in London."
"You and Weaselette weren't shagging all summer?" she asked in surprise.
"Not even once," he responded with resentment.
"Don't tell me, are you a virgin?" she asked.
"Yeah, well, having a mad man after your life doesn't leave a whole lot of room for romantic relationships."
"Good point."
"Are you. A virgin that is?" she gave him a inquisitive look. "Hey, you asked me, it's only fair."
"I am."
"Are we still in London?" he asked suggestively.
"Technically, yes. But I am not losing my virginity in a train compartment!" she declared.
"Can't fault a guy for trying."
"That doesn't mean I can't show you my gratitude for what you did in another way," she said, slinking to her knees, reaching up to undo his belt.
"Oh?" And he shifted his weight. "Have you done this before?"
"Nope, but I hear it's hard to mess up," she said seductively. "Your first time as well?" He nodded.
She finished with buttons and pulled down the trouser and boxers, the little vienna sausage flopped out. She started with little licks on the tip, before engulfing the whole thing, feeling it swell inside her mouth. She circled the tip with her tongue as her saliva began to flow.
Soon enough he was fully erect and she no longer could take all of him in her mouth. She slowly started bobbing her head, letting her tongue drag on the underside of his shaft as she moved.
"Oh, God, Greengrass. Are you sure you've never done this before?"
She slowly shook her head side to side, keeping his member in her mouth the whole time. He didn't last long with her soft lips caressing him and her tongue flicking over him, and he tapped her shoulder as he could feel his load getting close.
"I'm going to cum."
"Mmmmm," was her only verbal response. She sped up her movements, and that sent him over the edge—
"Fuuuuuck," he moaned, as pulse after pulse of cum were shot down into her mouth. She swallowed it all.
She sat back on her heels with a satisfied smile, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Just then, they heard the click of the door and it began to slide open. Without thought Harry sent a stunner through the small crack and they could hear the thud of a body hitting the floor in the corridor. He shut the door and locked it.
"Nice shot," Daphne said, impressed.
"Which one?" Harry smirked.
"Both of them," she replied with a seductive grin.
They quickly got situated, both fighting their blush, and laughing at the same time. Once they regained their composure, he opened the door to find Hermione squatted down next to Ron, who was sitting up rubbing the back of his head.
"Whatcha gotta do that for, mate?" Ron asked.
"Sorry, just instincts, I guess." Harry lied.
"Oi, well. Ok." They all entered the compartment and Harry sat next to Daphne so Ron and Hermione could sit together.
"I didn't know you two knew each other," Hermione said with a bit of surprise.
"We didn't, until today. I have almost no housemates my year, so I need to get to know others. I saw him here alone, we started talking," Daphne explained.
"Oh, ok, that makes sense," Hermione said. They spent the rest of the train ride talking about the coming school year, only making sure to avoid the topic of war and all the deaths that came from it.
There was a tension between Harry and Daphne, quick glances, Daphne slowly wetting her lips when Ron and Hermione weren't looking. Harry frequently had to adjust his cock as it was in a constant flux of arousal.
This flirtatious behaviour continued over the first week of school. And one evening Harry had had enough. He located Daphne on the map and saw her just leaving the library. He tracked her until she was just around a corner and he timed it so they would make the turn at precisely the same time, making bumping into each other next to impossible.
He was ready for the collision, so instead of them sprawling to the floor, he held her in her arms.
"Potter." She didn't fight to be released.
"Greengrass."
"Do you want something?"
"I need something," he replied. "You keep teasing me."
"I was wondering how long you would last," she taunted.
"You mean, you wanted me to come find you?"
"I definitely wanted you to cum again," she said, dragging him to the nearest broom closet. As she started to lower herself down Harry put a hand under her chin and pulled her back up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
"I think we kinda skipped a step," he said looking into her eyes. He leaned down and she lifted up on her toes and he captured her lips. They snogged until they were out of breath, hair completely disheveled.
Then Daphne descended to perform her work of art.
"Ahh," a moan of disappointment left her mouth as Harry's rock hard dick was exposed. "I liked having it grow in my mouth," she said like a pouty child.
"I guess we'll just have to do it again another time," Harry teased.
"Shut up, fuckface," she said before sucking on the tip as she would a lollipop.
"Actually, I think, technically, you are the fuckface in this scenario."
"Do you not want me to finish?" she asked playfully.
"Yes, yes. You look so beautiful," he said as he began to massage her hair. She gave a little eye roll, but nodded and went to work.
She had some more leverage from this position and twisting up and down, flicking her tongue when she got back to the tip.
"Greengrass, you are so fucking good. Holy shit!" He tapped her again when he was about to cum, but again she just upped her speed and took him deeper, going so far as to hit her gag reflex, fortunately not long or hard enough to elicit a response. The warmth filled her mouth and she smiled up at Harry as she swallowed.
"So fucking amazing," Harry breathed. "I kinda feel bad that I can't do anything for you."
"Who says you can't?" she replied suggestively.
"How?"
"Get on your knees. . . fuckface." She gave a wicked grin.
"As you wish." She pulled up a stool and leaned back, opening herself up to him. He removed her panties and dove in-
"What the fuck, Greengrass? I could floss with this shit."
"Oh, shit! I didn't prep for this. Move away, Potter." She pulled out her wand and pointed it to her pussy, "Cortus bushalis. There you go, fuckface."
"That's better." He licked up the slit, wiggling his tongue over the folds. Daphne moaned in agreement.
He traced circles around her clit, eliciting small twitches and moans. He went back to her hole and slid his tongue as deep as it would go, then out, then in. He moved back to the fold, sucking and nibbling them as he worked back up to the throbbing bean. As he continued to suck and toy with her clit, he inserted a single finger in her pussy.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," she moaned.
That finger found that small spongy tissue and he pressed against it. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her. He could feel her tensing around him, her legs beginning to quake.
"Right there, Potter. Don't fucking stop. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oooohhh, Potter, keep fucking go—Ahhhhh"
She threw her head back, as her legs clenched around his head. He kept sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue, his finger curling back against her G-spot, her pussy clamping down in waves of contractions. She kept her hand in his hair as she caught her breath and pulled him up to her face.
"That. Was. So. Fucking. Good." she said slowly and deliberately, before pulling him in for a slow soft sensual kiss. They both tasted of each other and they relished the shared experience.
The next morning Harry saw Daphne sitting alone at the Slytherin table for breakfast so he sat down next to her on her right side and took her hand in his. She looked at him and smiled.
"What are you doing Potter?" she then asked calmly.
"Er, I thought maybe you fancied me," he said, now with some uncertainty entering his voice.
"And whatever gave you that idea?" she asked coyly.
"Er."
"Shut up, Potter. Of course I fancy you, but not enough to eat with my left hand. Can you please give me my fucking hand back."
"Oh, sure. So, do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked, regaining some confidence.
"You want to keep doing what we're doing, huh?"
"I'd like to do more," he responded suggestively.
"I think I'd like that too," she replied coquettishly.
"Ok, Saturday night, seventh floor, dress up." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and quickly left before any of her questions could be answered.
He was pacing the seventh floor corridor waiting for Daphne's arrival. They hadn't spoken since they had set up the date, but that's not to say the tension hadn't been building. They were constantly glancing at one another, usually followed by a blush to some degree. Emotions had begun to swell inside Harry, obviously, considering the physical intimacy of their encounters. But he also had talked to a bunch of the students about what happened at school during the year he was away.
There was a near unanimous consensus that Daphne had done as much or more than any other student to protect others from the Carrows. Young kids mentioned how she would regularly walk in on Malfoy or his goons torturing students. She would then stupefy and obliviate them, instructing the students to pretend to have been hit with the Cruciatus. She would even often volunteer to be the one to perform the Cruciatus when the Carrows asked for volunteers. She would then take the kids into another room and instruct them to scream, making everyone believe she was ruthlessly torturing them. Now, he desired more than just her physical companionship, though that desire was quite strong as well.
When she arrived, he froze. She had a coy smile on her face as she gracefully approached. She stopped before him and expectantly held out a hand. Once he realized her desire, he took the hand and kissed her knuckles.
"This way milady," he said with as much dignity he could muster. They entered the Room of Requirement to an intimate candlelight dinner, and they enjoyed each other's company.
"No dessert?" Daphne asked after the table had been cleared. Harry stood up, made a motion with his hand and music began to play.
"Dessert after dancing," he said confidently. She set her hand in his and he led her to an open spot on the floor. They went through some traditional ballroom dances before settling on your more typical slow dance, Daphne's arms wrapped around Harry's neck, her head resting on his shoulder, bodies pressed together.
The song ended, yet another one did not begin. She looked up into his eyes and they were full of longing. No words were said, yet they both knew what the other wanted.
Their lips crashed together, fast and furious at first, tongues battling for dominance over the other. Eventually, they slowed, and their tongues danced in rhythm, their hips beginning to also do their own dance. A bed appeared and articles of clothing began to fall as they slowly made their way to their destination.
Daphne traced lines over Harry's scars, and she took time to kiss each one. Harry marveled at her perfect form when the dress slipped off her body. The softness of her skin against his, the hard nipples of her breasts poking through her bra. He struggled with unclipping the blasted thing, and she giggled as she had to help him out. It was worth the wait, catching his first glance at her hard pink tits. He wasted no time in devouring them one by one, eliciting gasps and moans, as he sucked, nibbled and flicked, all while keeping a firm grip of her tight arse.
"Do you need to do a contraceptive charm?" he asked.
"No, I'm on a potion. You can do the male charm if you know it, just to be safe," she advised.
"Good idea." He summoned his wand and performed the male contraceptive charm,
"Avada Cumdavra." He set his wand back down and returned to kissing and caressing Daphne's body.
He kissed his way down her body, tugging at the panties, they were much easier to remove than her bra. She had definitely prepped for tonight, and he showed her his gratitude, lapping up her juices, she was flowing like a fountain of arousal. She pulled him up and shoved him onto the bed, pulling off his boxers and she slowly climbed up him, dragging her tits on his skin as she prowled. She stopped for a moment to take his cock as far down her throat as she had yet to accomplish. He tapped her, saying not too much of that.
"I want to finish inside you tonight," he said softly. She giggled, and slowly let his cock slide out of her mouth. She kissed her way up his stomach and chest until their lips met again. There was fire in their kiss, their lips burned with passion. She slid her entrance along the shaft, never letting the tip penetrate, teasing herself as much as him.
Harry flipped her over, and kissed her chest again, getting teasingly close to her nipples. He positioned his cock just over her pussy and grinded on her clit. Then slid back and hovered over her entrance.
"Harry. Put your fucking dick inside me," Daphne demanded. His eyebrows rose. "Yes, Harry. I want you inside me. All of you."
"As you wish, Daphne dearest," he said tenderly as he slowly plunged inside her. She let out a gasp as Her pussy contoured to his shape, giving slight resistance but allowing his penetration. She gripped his arse tightly holding him still as she recovered from the initial rush of pressure.
He rested his forehead on hers and looked into her eyes, sensing that moment of pain.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yes, I want this, just need a sec to get used to it." She took his lips in a sensual kiss.
She began slowly bucking her hips, telling Harry she was ready for him to continue. He started rolling his hips into her.
"Fuuuck, Harry," she moaned. "Keep fucking me."
His pumping increased in force and speed.
"Daphne! I'm cumming."
She wrapped her legs around his, and sucked him all the way in. Her womb contracting around his cock. This combined with his declaration was all that she needed.
"Oh God! Fuck yes, Harry! Ooohh!"
Her screams drowned out Harry's own moans from his orgasm.
When she finally relinquished her hold of him they kissed again, before Harry rolled off.
"Daphne, that was so fucking amazing."
"Mmhmm," was her satisfied response, her smile said everything.
"Daphne."
"Yeah?"
"Is this love?"
"That was sex."
"Can you separate the two?"
"You can try."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then we get to spend a lot more time together," she said with a smile and moisture forming in her eyes.
"This is gonna be the best year yet." And he pulled her on top of him for another kiss that began their next round. . .