Harry Potter sighed. Yet again, he found himself in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts.

It had become a frequent occurrence for him ever since his first year. Something happened somehow, he got injured and found himself spending a night or two in the Hospital Wing.

Normally, Harry would be very pissed with having to spend even a second in the Hospital Wing. Enduring the hideous surroundings, Pomfrey's snide comments about how injury prone he was, and those bitter potions that always made him puke. It was not a pleasant place to be.

But there was something that made him feel alright with the situation, or rather, a certain someone.

Her name was Daphne.

Daphne was a cute blonde, a 5'6" with sapphire blue eyes and a fair complexion, and Harry had been interested in her since he first saw her. In their sixth year at Hogwarts, Daphne was apprenticing under Madam Pomfrey.

Even at a first glance, Harry could tell that she was a no-nonsense type. She might laugh at a joke here or there, but when it came to the knick-knacks of healing, she was always deadly serious. Once he had complained about the taste of a potion, and the withering look she had given him was enough to make him swallow it all down in a single gulp.

Scary.

But hot as hell.

They used to be simply cordial with each other in the beginning. A few meetings later, they were at a stage where poking harmless fun at one another became a normal thing. It seemed that was their usual way of flirting, and it seemed to work as well, at least Harry thought so. He'd also seen Daphne staring at him a few times when she thought he wasn't looking, something that always shot a thrill through him.

It was his final day in his stay in the Hospital Wing. That moron Lockhart had, in all his brilliance, vanished the bones of both his arms after one had been fractured by a bewitched bludger, while the other had been a victim of his steep fall. A bit of an event, made worse by an even bigger imbecile. Harry had to spend an entire week in the Hospital Wing, regrowing his bones from scratch while even basic chores became troublesome.

Even after almost a week, he wasn't allowed to take off the plaster yet. All his basic needs had been taken care of by Madam Pomfrey courtesy of the bladder-clearing charm. However, this time was different.

Pomfrey was nowhere to be found. The entire Hospital Wing was deserted.

With a sigh, Harry pushed himself out of the bed and walked off to take a piss. As he reached the urinal, he somehow managed to untangle the knot of his pajamas and they pooled down by his feet. With a sigh, he started to relieve himself and closed his eyes.

His mind started wandering to different places, pictures coming and going at a rapid pace until the visual of Daphne in her tight, healer trainee robes appeared in his mind. Without any prompting, as was natural, his cock started to harden.

"Harry, you in there?"

His eyes shot open.

"Shit!" He whisper-shouted, quickly finishing before blinking owlishly when he saw his pajamas pooled at his feet and his hands plastered.

"Oh no…" he whispered, slowly looking toward the door.

"Harry?" Her voice sounded once again.

"Y-yeah?" He called out.

"Are you okay in there? Do you need any help?"

Harry looked down at his hard cock before looking at the closed door.

"Uh…"

"I'm coming in. Your hands are plastered. You should've called for someone," her voice was coming closer and Harry's eyes widened. Before he could call out to tell her to wait outside, he saw her come in.

Her eyes immediately zeroed on his erection, her lovely lips open in a silent 'O' as she stared at it. Harry was too shocked to even cover himself and he just stood there.

"Err…" he stammered, and Daphne looked at him.

Without saying anything, she walked forward until she stood in front of him.

"Your hands are plastered. You must be having problems tying up your pajamas. Here, let me help," she said softly, before bending and gathering his pajamas in her hands and pulling them up slightly.

Harry only saw her squatting in front of his hard cock and imagined how it would feel if she sucked him off. The thought caused his cock to give a throb, and Daphne's eyes focused on it once again before she looked up at him from her spot.

"Would it be… uh… okay if I put it on like that? Will it hurt if I pull these up?"

"Well, yeah… but there isn't any option anyway," Harry answered honestly.

Daphne frowned.

"I might be able to do something," she muttered.

Not thinking much of what she said, Harry shrugged.

"Well, do what you can," Harry chuckled. Oddly, he didn't feel awkward at all, being exposed to her like that.

With a nod, Daphne brought her hand up and grabbed his shaft, and Harry's eyes widened. Her hand was slightly warm and so soft as she grabbed hold of his cock, and he desperately tried not to get even more turned on.

However, as if she was in a trance, Daphne started to slowly rub her hand up and down his length, gently massaging it, and Harry groaned.

"Daph… Damn…" Harry groaned. Her touch felt fucking awesome, and he could only stand there and groan.

"Daphne… if you continue, we'd have an even bigger problem," Harry managed to get out, but it seemed she couldn't hear him anymore.

"You've been in here for so long now. Without any way to relieve yourself. It's only natural that something like this has happened. You need to get some relief, otherwise, it will keep troubling you until you do," she whispered and looked up at him with smoldering eyes.

Harry could do nothing but nod, and Daphne smiled at him.

Slowly, he saw her lean forward until her soft, pink lips touched the head of his cock, and it felt as if a shiver of pleasure traveled up his entire body. A drop of his pre-cum appeared, and Daphne licked it off.

She put the head of his cock on her tongue and her hands continued their movement up and down his length, her gentle touch sending pleasurable tingles all over his body.

Harry had never seen something so erotic in his life. A scene he had only imagined previously had come fulfilled, as the girl he had found so attractive was finally giving him a blowjob.

Daphne slowly curled her tongue up, wrapping it around his length and taking him even deeper into her mouth. He could feel her tongue slithering around his cock, and he saw as more and more of his shaft slithered into her mouth. She shifted her curtain of blonde hair out of her face and pulled it behind her before looking up at him.

Harry looked on as she took her hand off his shaft and untied her healer robes, letting the fabric fall on the floor. Now clad in her school shirt and skirt, she started to unbutton her top and Harry watched, mesmerized, as her ivory skin was revealed to his eyes. Her black, lace bra held her lovely tits up, and Harry noticed that they were a perfect handful. He could see her hardened nipples poking through the soft fabric, and he longed to feast on them.

Taking her mouth off his cock, Daphne stood up and unhooked her skirt, and it fell on the floor alongside her shirt and robes.

Now clad only in her underclothes, Daphne slowly pushed him backward until he was out of the door. She levitated her clothes behind her and pulled him into her quarters, locking the door behind her before she gestured him toward the bed.

Harry laid down on his back and looked on as Daphne came forward. Slinging her leg over his body, she straddled him and sat upright.

Harry took the moment to properly admire her lovely perfection, taking in all of her at that moment, not wanting to miss even a single detail of her body. Her tits were round and firm, encased in that lace bra, her skin was smooth and her stomach flat and soft, and her ass wide and round. Harry longed to grab it and squeeze it but couldn't. All he could do was watch.

Daphne smirked at him before she reached down inside her panties, teasing him, indecisive whether to take them off or not.

Harry gave her a hopeful look, and she smiled before she slid her panties to the side and exposed her smooth pussy. Still looking into his eyes, she slid forward and grabbed his shaft. Slowly, she rested it against her opening, and Harry could feel her slick wetness on his cock as it slid against her.

She placed his cock against her as if she was going to take him inside her, but instead of taking him in, she slid forward and started grinding her labia over his shaft. Harry found his cock buried between her folds, moving along the slick surface, and he saw her looking at him with pure lust.

If only his hands were healed, he thought.

Daphne was moving atop him, rubbing him against her and using the head of his cock to play with her clit, and Harry chuckled. What started as a way of giving him relief had become about her too, not that Harry complained.

Daphne slid up and down against him, never taking him inside her but giving him and herself all the pleasure she could from the act. Harry could only watch as she ground on his shaft, her breasts heaving from exertion as her mouth was opened in a silent moan.

"C'mere," he muttered, and Daphne smiled before lowering her mouth right over his. They kissed passionately, their lips moving together with perfect harmony as her bountiful tits pressed up against his chest. Never had he imagined that something like this would be happening.

Daphne started to moan into the kiss and intensified her grinding as she shivered, and Harry realized she had just climaxed. He kissed her greedily, bending his knees and thrusting rapidly between her velvety folds, and Harry could feel his orgasm imminent as she moved atop him.

"Give it all to me," she whispered against his lips before she quickly slid off him and took him back into her mouth. Harry grunted in pleasure as her perfect mouth started to bob on his cock before it erupted inside.

Daphne continued to suck him, and her eyes widened when he came before she relaxed and started to roll her tongue around his cock, stroking him softly and milking him dry. Harry thrust his cock inside her mouth, and she took it all down her throat.

Her pussy kept dripping all over the sheets, and she took him inside her mouth until the last drop. Only when his cock had softened did she take him out, looking at him before taking a big gulp. Harry grinned at her, which she responded to in kind before she snuggled up against him. Her head rested on his chest as she laid one leg across his and looked up into his eyes.

"Hope that helped," she said, and Harry chuckled.

"If only my hands were completely healed. We'd have much more fun," he said, and Daphne smiled.

"The plaster will be off tomorrow. So, not much time for that," she replied, smiling at him.

Harry looked at her before raising an eyebrow questioningly, and Daphne chuckled. Not bothering to say anything, she snuggled up to him and sighed in contentment.

"This was nice," she whispered.

Harry nodded.

"That it was," he remarked, as he closed his eyes and they drifted off.

TBC.

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