"You are such a brat, Potter!" Daphne Greengrass screamed as she wiped away the vibrant green goo from her blond hair.
"Better than a stuck up little princess like yourself!" Harry shot back as he silently cast the counter-curse to the pus-squirting hex Daphne had hit him with moments ago.
The two glared at each other before a little smirk came over Harry's lips. Daphne narrowed her eyes at him until she looked down at what he had been smirking at. Her beautiful blond hair had turned a putrid shade of green right where the goo had landed on her. Her blue eyes narrowed at him.
"Get back here!" Daphne shouted as half a dozen spells left her wand in as many seconds.
Harry had been moving the second he saw her go for his wand. There wasn't much space to maneuver around in aboard the Hogwarts Express, but that didn't matter much to Harry. He was able to deftly move from carriage to carriage, opening and closing doors smoothly as he went. He was thankful that he had learned to cast a few basic charms wandlessly as he locked most of the doors behind him.
Not that it held off Daphne for more than an extra second or two.
Though most of the students were in the cabins, a few were venturing out to go find other friends. These students, or 'human shields' as Harry would later refer to them when he retold this story, all squawked in anger as Harry shoved his way past them. Their anger towards him dissipated though the minute that Daphne entered the carriage and started shooting spells in their directions. They literally leapt out of her path into whatever cabin was nearest.
"Neville, lovely to see you," Harry greeted Neville Longbottom as he dashed around to the other side of them. "Just stand there for a minute, yeah?"
Neville's eyes grew wide and he shook his head. "What did you-"
Neville never got to finish his sentence as he was transfigured into a chicken.
"Quit running away, Potter!" Daphne demanded as she sent another volley of spells his way.
Harry's wand flew into his hand as he began shielding against her spells. His thick, white barrier held up marvelously well under the assault. It made him feel a bit more confident than he should have. And yeah, maybe winking at Daphne and sticking his tongue out at her was a bit childish, but it was absolutely worth it to Harry just to see the look of pure fury cross her face.
"I'm sorry that you're such a mediocre witch that you can't get past my shield, Greengrass," Harry taunted.
A window exploded outwards near his head as Daphne's exploding curse went wide. "When I get my hands on you Potter, I'll-"
"What is going on here?"
Harry turned back to see Hermione and Ron walking into the carriage from the next one over. Hermione looked positively angry at the disruption but Ron was trying to hold back his laughter. When Hermione realized who it was that had been fighting on the train, her angry look turned into a resigned one.
"Really?" Hermione groaned. "You two couldn't wait until we were at Hogwarts to start fighting?"
"Its not much of fight seeing as how Greengrass can't land a single shot on me," Harry replied.
And this was the moment that Harry learned a small lesson in humility. For while his shield was still up, blocking any spells coming his way, his head was twisted so that he was looking back at Hermione and Ron. He didn't once think to look back at his opponent.
"Fuck you, Potter!"
Daphne's fist connected with Harry's jaw and he went tumbling down to the floor. "Ooof," Ron commented as Harry hit the ground hard.
Harry looked back to Daphne to see her standing above him with a smug expression on her face and her wand pointed down at him. "Not so high and mighty without your shield now, huh, Potter?"
"Put the wand down Daphne," Hermione sighed. "You too Harry."
Dang, he hadn't thought that she had spotted him subtly pointing his wand towards Daphne. The two of them stared at each other for several seconds before they both slowly lowered there wands together.
A clucking sound directed everyone's attention over to the small, white chicken pecking at Daphne's feet.
Hermione sighed . . . again. "Why is there a chicken on the train?"
With deep-seated loathing, Harry and Daphne pointed at one another.
The Great Hall at Hogwarts was abuzz with life as hundreds of students filed in for their evening meal. However, the chatter was unusually loud today, as it was every year on this day exactly one month after classes began.
"Do you think we'll get lucky?" Ron asked Harry in a hushed whisper across the table.
Harry swallowed his mouthful of chicken, nodding his head. "I hope so. We're a bit spoiled for choice, aren't we?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You two both know perfectly well that the goblet will pick who's best for you. There's no 'luck' involved at all. In fact, Professor Vector gave a very interesting lecture on the arithmantic principles behind the goblet last week-"
"That's great and all, 'Mione," Ron cut off her with a huff. "But all we care about is if we'll end up with someone fit."
Ron was ignorant of the glare Hermione sent his way as he took a big bite out of his chicken drumstick.
"Can you be any more shallow?" Hermione practically screeched at him. She looked over to Harry for some support. "Harry, please tell Ronald that there's more to a woman than just how fit she is."
"That is a very important part of it though," Harry protested teasingly.
"Thank you!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione glowered at Harry. "You two are insufferable."
Harry shot her a cheeky grin before looking back to Ron. "Hermione is right though, Ron. The goblet will match you with whoever is perfect for you."
A hush suddenly came over the Great Hall. The trio at the Gryffindor table all looked up to the head table to see Professor McGonagall walking out with a tall, skinny goblet floating along behind her. All of the food disappeared from the tables, much to Ron's dismay.
"As you all know," Professor McGonagall began, all eyes on her. "Every year, all seventh year students fill out a matchmaker form which not only detects their personality but also their magic. From there, the forms are deposited into the Matchmaker Goblet where it determines the most harmonious pairings between all of the students."
It was the same speech McGonagall gave every year. Everyone knew what to expect. All that mattered was what was to come. Harry could see a few students placing last-minute bets on who they thought would get paired together.
"As you all know, the Ministry decreed that, due to the losses suffered in the wars against Grindelwald and Voldemort, we must work to repopulate the magical world. The Matchmaker Goblet will pair you with your most appropriate match here at Hogwarts. While you are not required to enter into any type of romantic relationship with them, you will be placed together in your own private rooms. As usual, Madam Pomfrey will provide contraceptive potions to any couple who requests it."
"No way would I ever get a bird pregnant while we were still at school," Ron whispered over to Harry and Hermione. "Can you imagine how difficult that would be."
Both friends agreed readily. It happened a couple times each year, but most students waited until after Hogwarts to have kids. Surprisingly, the Matchmaker Goblet had over a 90% success rating in creating relationships between students that later turned into marriages.
"Now, the Matchmaker Goblet will spit out parchment with your assigned room and password. All seventh year students will leave the Great Hall first so that they can make their way up ot their new rooms."
McGonagall walked up to the goblet and gave it a single tap with the tip of her wand. Suddenly, the goblet erupted into flames and a several dozen pieces of lightly-smoldering parchment spat out of it. The pieces of parchment hung in the air for a moment before they all shot out through the air towards the intended recipients.
"Fifth floor, west side, portrait of Emeric Switch," Ron read his parchment out aloud.
"Fifth floor, north side, portrait of Giffard Abbot," Harry read his.
Instinctively, both men looked up at Hermione who shook her head at them. As one, all three friends let out a sigh of relief. "Sixth floor, north side, portrait of Valeria Myriadd." Hermione laughed. "Merlin, imagine how awkward that could have been if we got matched."
Both men let out relieved chuckles too. "Well, I'm off," Ron declared. "Wish me luck."
"I should get going too," Hermione said as she pushed herself up.
Harry stood up as well. Most of the seventh year students had left the Great Hall already, off to find who they were matched with.
Harry stood nervously at the entrance to his new room on the fifth floor. It was going to be strange living away from the Gryffindor common room for the rest of the year. He knew he could return any time he wanted, but it wouldn't be the same. The dorm rooms were officially closed to any seventh year students. At least he wasn't going to be alone in this.
For a moment, a wave of names rushed through Harry's mind as to who he could have been matched up with. There were a few witches like Susan Bones, Lisa Turpin, or even Parvati Patil who he wouldn't mind getting matched up with. Then there were others like Lavender Brown, Sue Li, or Pansy Parkinson who he absolutely did not see himself getting on with. He hoped it was one of the better ones. Even his best friend Hermione would be a great choice.
Harry blushed at the thought. They had compared their assigned rooms back in the Great Hall and she had a different one than he or Ron did. So that was one pretty decent girl out of contention.
Knowing he couldn't put it off any longer, Harry walked up to the portrait of a middle-aged wizard with a thick black beard sitting in front of a field of grapes. "Vinyard," Harry read the password off of the parchment that held the directions to his room.
The wizard in the portrait tipped his dark cap to Harry and the door swung inward.
Harry stepped in to a relatively small living space. It was a rectangular room with a fireplace, two couches with a coffee table in between them, and two desks with wooden chairs. A dark red rug covered the stone floor and a large, arched window overlooked the Black Lake. There was a single, slightly-ajar door in the far wall. Harry could hear someone moving around in there.
For a moment, Harry considered running out of the room. But he swallowed his fear and strode forward with as much confidence as he could put on. "Hello," he announced himself, pushing open the door to the bedroom, only to come face to face with his worst nightmare.
Daphne Greengrass was standing at the edge of the bed, in the middle of unpacking her trunk. Her head was twisted back to look at him. The light smile she had on her lips slowly drooped into a look of horror.
"Potter!"
"Greegrass!"
The two shouted at each other and drew their wands simultaneously.
"What are you doing here?" They both shouted at each other.
Harry slipped into his normal dueling stance, giving Daphne less of a target to hit. Daphne grabbed her trunk with one hand and held it in front of her like a shield, ready to block any spell Harry sent her way. "This is my room, Greengrass," Harry said, a spell ready on the tip of his tongue. The two circled around the bedroom slowly. "Get out."
"This isn't your room, it's mine," Daphne snapped back at him.
Two sets of eyes widened in the same instant.
"Fuck," Harry muttered.
Daphne narrowed her eyes. "Not in your dreams, Potter," she replied acidly.
Before Harry could convince her that that wasn't what he had meant, Daphne's wand poked out around from behind her trunk and a silver-colored spell flew straight towards Harry's crotch.
With no small amount of terror at what could happen if that spell hit him, Harry leapt upwards, spreading his legs as wide as they would go in order to avoid getting hit by the spell. He glanced back to see the spell collide against the bedroom wall, leaving a bright red scorch mark on it.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harry shouted and quickly snapped off a stunning spell.
Daphne ducked behind her trunk and countered with another spell. "Trying to end the Potter family line so that the world never has to experience a miniature you in the future!"
Harry spun deftly out of the way and shot off a tripping jinx at Daphne. It caught her ankle just below the protection of her trunk. As Daphne tripped forward, the end of her trunk hit the ground first. Then, she tried to leapfrog her way over it, but her legs were so uncoordinated at that moment that she ended up just flinging herself wildly over the trunk right into Harry.
For his part, Harry had never expected a head-on attack like this from Daphne. He was halfway through the wand motion of his shield charm when Daphne's head collided with his gut. The air was knocked out of his lungs as Harry fell backwards onto the ground.
"Merlin, you must weigh a tonne or something," Harry groaned as he tried to shove Daphne off of him.
Daphne smacked his hands away and, instead of getting off of him, actually moved up his body so that her face was right above his. Harry thought it strange until he realized what she had intended to do when her hands wrapped around his neck.
Harry spluttered as Daphne started to choke him. The angry, blond witch had a face full of fury. It wasn't like Harry hadn't seen her like this before, but he had never been so close to her when she was like this. That was the thing about playing with fire. If you got too close to it, you'd burn up.
"Re-" Harry coughed and some of his saliva shot out and landed on Daphne's face. The girl didn't stop in her efforts.
"Reducto," Harry barely managed to get out.
With a scream, Daphne was launched off of Harry and into the air. She landed on the bed, which was better than Harry thought she deserved.
"You tried to kill me!" Harry shouted at Daphne.
Daphne's eyes were searching for something, but Harry spotted it before she did. He snatched up her wand off the ground and, in that moment, he saw a look of terror flash in her eyes. But that terror quickly gave way to icy-cold anger as she glared at him. "You would have done the same to me, given the chance," she replied haughtily. "Now, get it over with."
Harry frowned at her. "Get what over with?"
Though it didn't seem possible, Daphne's glare grew even stronger. "Kill me already. It's not like you haven't wanted to for years now, and there's no way both of us are making it through this year if we're being forced to live together. I'd rather just die now and save myself the long, drawn-out suffering."
Harry rolled his eyes at Daphne. She always did have a flair for the dramatics. "I'm not going to kill you, Greengrass."
"Then get the hell out! Go stay with one of your Gryffindork friends."
Now it was Harry's turn to glare at her. She could insult him all she liked, but she crossed the line when she dragged his friends into it. There were plenty of ways he could get back at her. Many were more satisfying than what he'd do, but none would be as painful for her.
"No, this is my room too," he gave her a taunting smile. "I think I'd like to stay here with you. A whole year, just you and me. Doesn't it sound lovely?"
"Potter," Daphne said warningly.
Harry twirled her wand in his fingers just to remind her of her situation. "You know, I used to waste so much time hunting you down in the school to prank you. Now, it'll be so much easier." He slid her wand into his pocket and pointed his own wand at her. "But first, I'd like to get my beauty sleep. We'll have months together, why ruin all the fun on the first night?" Harry winked at her.
Harry hit Daphne with a body-bind. Her piercing blue eyes followed his every movement. He knew she may get him back for this one day, but he it would be no different than any other year. Harry levitated her out of the bedroom and dropped her on the couch in the living room. "I've got to go unpack my things into my new room. I'll see you tomorrow, Greengrass."
"I've never seen her glare at you as much as she has this morning," Ron commented through his mouthful of pancakes.
"What did you do?" Hermione questioned him.
"Nothing!" Harry lied quickly. He hadn't done much, really . . . other than replacing the sugar she put into her morning tea with citric acid. And he had set a delayed transfiguration spell on her robes to transform them into a lion's pelt, but that hadn't gone off yet so she couldn't be upset about that. Maybe she was still angry about last night?
"Doesn't seem that way, mate," Ron sniggered. "I'd say that she wants to kill you more than normal."
Harry ignored him. "How are your matches going?"
"Much better than expected," Hermione sighed happily. "Draco's been nothing but polite, even if he still is a bit stuck up. Maybe I'll invite him over to have lunch with us one day."
"Hermione, we know you two have fancied each other for years now," Ron said, reaching out to place his hand on top of Hermione's. "And as your best friends, we care about your happiness. But I would rather let Professor McGonagall use me as a test dummy in her class than have lunch with a Slytherin."
Harry let out a deep laugh at that. Hermione scowled at Ron but Harry could see the amusement in her eyes. "Gotta say I'm on Ron's side for this one, 'Mione," Harry chimed in.
"Wouldn't you like to have lunch with Susan?" Hermione asked Ron.
"Yeah," Ron nodded, "but she's not a Slytherin."
"Ugh," Hermione groaned and dropped her head into her hands.
"You know, Harry's got the right idea of it," Ron pointed out. "He got matched with a Slytherin and he's not trying to bring her over here."
"That's only because they're too busy fighting with each other to realize that they could be a good match," Hermione countered.
Harry spat out his pumpkin juice, much to Hermione's disapproval. "Excuse me?"
Hermione held up her hands placatingly. "I'm just saying that you two might find that you get along better than you thought. The goblet matched you two together for a reason you know. You're both smart, passionate, and caring people." Harry snorted at that last bit.
"And she's fit," Ron chimed in.
"Ron!" Hermione and Harry chastised in unison.
"What?" Ron shrugged. "I don't have to like her to have eyes, you know."
"She is not fit," Harry retorted.
"No?" Ron questioned.
"Do you think Draco's fit?" Harry asked him.
Ron looked disgusted by the thought. "He's a bloke," he replied, as if that said enough about the situation.
Harry groaned. "Look, no one finds their arch enemies fit."
There was a moment's silence before Hermione spoke up. "Well . . ."
Harry and Ron groaned together. "Please tell me this isn't from one of your romance books. Again." Ron said, still traumatized from the last time Hermione had tried to get them to read one of them.
Hermione blushed lightly. "That doesn't mean it can't be true. There can be a lot of sexual tension between people when they fight."
Ron openly looked at Harry and then over to Daphne. "Naw," he shook his head, "she's looking at him with 'I want to kill you' eyes, not 'I want to kiss you' eyes."
Hermione bristled. "Well, I wouldn't expect you to recognize it. Everyone knows you have the emotional range of a teaspoon."
"She's got you there, mate," Harry laughed.
"Hey," Ron said, punching Harry's shoulder. "I'm on your side in this you twat."
"Oh, right."
Hermione rolled her eyes at them. "Look, just think about it Harry. Can you honestly say that you've never felt any attraction to Daphne whatsoever?"
Well, he had felt attracted to prank her. That was something. But attracted to her romantically? How was he even supposed to consider that when all they did was fight all the time? Harry chanced a look back at Daphne. Her blue eyes bore a hole right into him. They were nice eyes, he supposed, behind all the rage in them.
"I don't know," Harry answered Hermione honestly. "I don't think I've ever considered thinking of her in that way."
Hermione gave him an amused smile. "You two act like little kids who like each other. You say you hate each other but you always end up chasing after one another over some stupid thing. Pranking her is your way of paying attention to her. And her showing you up in class is the same thing. You're both trying to provoke one another because you want each other's attention."
Harry thought it over for a moment. He really thought it over. Could Hermione be right?
"We are not sleeping in the same bed together," Daphne told Harry firmly, her wand pointed at his chest.
Harry had his wand in his hand too. It wasn't loose in his hand, but he wasn't holding it in an aggressive position either. Daphne had been quite testy all day with him over his pranks—seeing her in a lion's pelt had been just as he had imagined—but he didn't want to push her into another duel so soon. The pranking and teasing would lose its luster if it happened every day.
But still, his patience was wearing thin. After a long day of classes and working on the first essay of the year for McGonagall's class, Harry wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and go to sleep. Daphne was the only thing standing in between him and that.
"The bed is big enough for the both of us," Harry pointed out. It was true; the bed was definitely large enough even for four people to sleep comfortably on it. All of the couples had large beds like this in order to promote 'procreative activities,' as the Ministry like to put it. The magical world did need more babies to replenish the population after all.
Daphne narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't think me so naive as to trust you to be in the same room as me while I'm sleeping. I'll be sure to wake up with all sorts of ridiculous pranks on me."
"They aren't ridiculous," Harry protested.
"Yes, they are," Daphne replied flatly.
"Well, not all of them-"
"All of them," Daphne stated with a gleam in her eye, daring Harry to challenge her.
Harry bit back a sigh. "Look, Greengrass, I just want to go to sleep."
"Then go stay on the couch."
"Why don't you go stay on the couch?"
Daphne glared at him. "I did. Last night."
Harry couldn't help but grin a little at her begrudging mention of that. "Well then, you should be well acquainted with the couch. I'd hate to part you from it."
"Potter, I would rather die in a duel with you than spend another night on that couch. I want to sleep in my nice, soft bed without having to deal with your nonsense."
Harry let out a sigh of frustration. He ran his hand through his short hair. "Then why don't we just declare a truce in here? No pranking in the bedroom. From either of us."
"Would you make an unbreakable vow on that?" Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Harry obviously hesitated for too long because Daphne let out a growl. "Potter!" She said warningly.
"Look, I'm telling your right now that I promise I will not prank you in our bedroom. But I'm going to sleep in here whether you like it or not." Harry brushed past Daphne, his wand at the ready to shield himself in case she decided to attack him. Luckily enough, she let him pass by.
"I'll hold you to that promise," Daphne muttered as she stepped out of the room to give him a chance to change into his pajamas.
Harry got changed quickly and hopped into bed, absolutely exhausted. He placed himself comfortably on the right-side of the bed, leaving an appropriate amount of space in between himself and where Daphne would sleep.
It didn't take long for Harry to drift off into unconsciousness. He was so tired that he didn't even hear Daphne when she turned in for bed.
"It's your own fault for letting your guard down, mate," Ron laughed loudly, earning himself a look of disapproval from Madam Pomfrey.
"Be quiet, Mr. Weasley. There are patients resting in here," the matron told him sternly. "Now, take this, Mr. Potter," she said, holding out a small vial of brown liquid that looked thicker than molasses.
With barely a groan, Harry let the thick potion drip into his mouth. It tasted disgusting, like earthworms and saltwater, but he knew better than to argue the matter with Madam Pomfrey.
"There now," Madam Pomfrey patted Harry's back as he pulled the vial away from his lips. "The swelling should come down within a few minutes or so."
That would be nice. Then Harry could actually see things again. As it was, his face was so swollen up that he couldn't see or smell much. He had to breathe through his mouth and it was hard to hear what people said because his ears were swollen too. He had been able to undo the simple charms that had been set to turn his skin into snakeskin, but that sneaky witch had layered this trap underneath it. The moment he dispelled her skin-changing transfiguration, the swelling charm had struck.
Hermione chuckled quietly. "You did start the prank war off strong this year."
"She's not supposed to prank me," Harry replied slowly. He couldn't talk to fast with all the swelling. It felt . . . weird.
"All is fair in love and war," Hermione told him teasingly.
Harry finished the first quidditch practice of the season covered in sweat. As the Captain, he'd have to hold tryouts soon to find a new chaser, but he wanted to have a refresher practice with the rest of the team first. Normally, he would use the showers in the locker room with the rest of them, but Daphne's new charms that she had layered onto the shower in their room were just too delightful to pass up. So, he trudged up the stairs to the fifth floor and down the corridors to his room.
The portrait opened to reveal an empty room. Harry's books were still at his desk, just as he had left them, but he could never be too careful. Harry was in the process of casting his standard detection charms when he heard a soft sigh coming from behind the closed bedroom door.
Harry ignored it, preferring to continue looking for any traps Daphne set, but his focus was halted when he heard a distinctly low, feminine moan coming from the bedroom.
Was she doing what he thought she was?
His mind was torn in too directions. First, instinctively, Harry thought that this would be a prime time to hit Daphne with a break since she obviously had no idea he was here. But then the second thought came into his mind. Did he like hearing Daphne moan like that?
To say that Harry had been confused ever since Hermione had suggested that he and Daphne might actually like each other was a gross understatement of the situation. It had practically plagued his mind every time he interacted with Daphne. His pranking had dropped to an all time low, much to her suspicion. Any time he interacted with her, all his mind could think about was if he liked her and if she liked him.
Hermione was sure of it. Ron was less sure, but Ron was Ron so Harry wasn't sure how reliable his opinion was on the matter.
Merlin, he wished he had an easy answer to this.
Another deep groan came out of the bedroom before a contented sigh reached his ears. Harry felt a deep flush come over his cheeks. Yes, she was definitely playing with herself. Harry knew that witches got up to that just like wizards did, but he had never heard a girl actually doing it before. He suddenly felt very awkward, like he was intruding on something private. As much as he loved pushing the limits and pranking Daphne, he didn't want to listen in on her like a creep.
So, Harry turned around to leave. He made it halfway to the door when he heard the bedroom door open behind him. His feet came to a halt and his body froze. Had she heard him?
Slowly, Harry turned around to see Daphne standing in her light-purple dressing gown. Her long blond hair was messier than normal, and her cheeks had a faint blush to them that Harry was sure wasn't makeup. She looked surprised to see him, but she schooled her features quickly. "I didn't expect you back so soon," she said as she walked into the room.
"Well, I've been gone for a few hours like I said," Harry mumbled back, avoiding eye contact.
Daphne nodded and sat down on one of the couches. She pulled her legs up under herself; it pulled the fabric of her dressing gown up to her knees. She picked up a small book from the coffee table and opened it up.
Harry only realized that he hadn't moved or said anything for a while when Daphne looked up at him with a frown. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Harry replied defensively.
Daphne raised a single eyebrow at him. "I can see that."
Harry flushed at the mocking tone. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Don't you have locker rooms for that?" Daphne questioned.
"Your shower charms are better than the locker room's," Harry muttered.
Harry expected a taunt or at least a self-satisfied smirk; that was very much a Daphne thing to do. Instead, she simply said "oh" and her cheeks flushed lightly. "Well, your welcome."
"I didn't say thanks," Harry snapped back, suddenly feeling very awkward and uncertain of himself.
Daphne's unusual behavior reverted back to her normal self as she glared at him. "Fine then." Her wand appeared in her hand and she gave it a quick wave. "Go enjoy your stupid shower then."
Harry wasn't surprised to find the shower back to its original form. He had been an arsehole for no reason, but he wasn't going to go crawling back to Daphne for her to fix it. No, he just sulked in that stupid shower.
"Potter."
Harry looked up from his desk where he had been stuck staring at the same page for ten minutes straight to find Daphne standing a few feet away in her casual clothes. Despite the growing chill in the castle as winter neared, their room seemed to be perpetually warm. The house elves kept the fireplace roaring day and night. Harry had taken to wearing just his slacks and button-up shirt around the room, and sometimes even wore some of his muggle shorts and t-shirts instead. Daphne had taken a similar approach, sticking to skirts and blouses.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Did you seriously hide my book from me?" She placed a hand on her hip and glared down at him.
"No," Harry answered honestly with a tinge of annoyance creeping into his tone. "Why would I care about one of your stupid books?"
"Because you seem to revel in tormenting me whenever possible."
"So do you."
"Yes, but I'm not the one who steals other's possessions."
"I told you, I didn't steal your book!"
Harry and Daphne were scowling at one another when the portrait door swung open. Hermione stepped inside with Draco trailing close behind her. "Oh, are you two fighting again?" Hermione asked as she took in the state of the two of them.
"Yes!" Daphne snapped at the same time that Harry shouted "no!"
"Merlin," Draco muttered as he put an arm around Hermione. "How do you put up with it?"
"Because he's my best friend," Hermione sighed and leaned gently against Draco. "Someone has to be there to help him out."
"Not that I don't mind you being here," Harry began, "but why are you here again?" He and Hermione had finished their study session here in his rooms a couple hours ago.
"Oh, right," Hermione said, stepping forward and reaching into her bag. She pulled out a familiar brown-leather covered book. "I thought I had accidentally left this here but I realized that I had my own copy on my bookshelf and-"
Daphne darted forward and snatched the book right out of Hermione's hands. "That's mine," she said quickly as she tossed the book over onto the couch.
"Oh, really?" Hermione stifled a chuckle.
Harry frowned at her reaction. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing!" Daphne interjected, stepping in between the two friends. "Granger, you and Malfoy should go. It's almost curfew."
"Right," Hermione replied amusedly. "I'll just let you get on with your reading then."
Daphne flushed a deep red which brought a smile onto Hermione's lips. "Get along now you two," she said to Harry and Daphne as she and Draco walked back through the portrait doorway.
As the portrait closed, Harry looked over at Daphne. "What was that all about?"
Daphne was still staring at where Hermione had been; she wouldn't meet his gaze. "Nothing," she mumbled.
Harry narrowed his eyes at her. There wasn't much that could faze Daphne. "What book did she bring back?"
Ah, that sparked quite the reaction from Daphne. Her eyes widened before she could help herself and she dove onto the couch and grabbed the book protectively. "It's nothing."
"Oh? It doesn't seem like nothing," Harry said teasingly. "Is it something embarrassing?"
"Potter, I'm warning you. If you-"
Daphne didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as her entire body jerked forward. Harry cursed his luck. Her hold on the book was too strong for his summoning charm. Daphne clutched the book even tighter to her chest.
"Come on," Harry whinged playfully. "What's the book?"
"None of your business," Daphne replied as she got to her feet. She started moving slowly towards the bedroom, her eyes never leaving Harry as she kept a wide berth in between them.
Harry let her go. At least, let her get close enough to the door. With a subtle twitch of his wand, the door slammed shut right behind Daphne. She jumped forward in fright and that was Harry's moment to strike. This time, she wasn't ready for his summoning charm.
The leather-bound book slipped through Daphne's clutching fingers and arched through the air towards Harry. With his practiced reflexes, Harry reached out to snatch the book, but he wasn't prepared for Daphne literally tackling him out of his chair. With a great "oof," Harry and Daphne went tumbling to the floor together.
Daphne did her best to try to pin Harry on the ground, but Harry had years of Quidditch practice to keep him relatively fit and strong. It wasn't hard for him to force Daphne a few feet away from him while he made a leap for the book that was now sitting on the floor by the couches.
"Give it back!" Daphne shouted as she charged at him.
Harry's retort died on his lips when he saw the title of the book: To Wager A Date. "Isn't this one of Hermione's dumb romance books-"
Really, by now, Harry should have known what was going to happen next.
Daphne tackled him to the floor and pinned him on his back. She straddled his midsection and tore the book out of his hand and tossed it to the side. "Why do you have to be such a prat?" She shouted at him.
"I just wanted to know what the stupid book was," Harry countered. "Do you think I care that you read muggle books?"
"No," Daphne replied after a moment's thought. "But that doesn't give your the right to stick your nose into other people's business like that."
Harry grimaced. Yeah, maybe he had gone a bit past teasing with this one. "I'm sorry, Greengrass."
"You're-" her shout died on her lips as her mind registered what he had said. "Sorry?" She repeated quietly. "You're sorry?"
Daphne looked so surprised at that. It made Harry feel a bit awkward. Was it really that hard for her to believe that he was sorry? "Yeah, I'm sorry," he confirmed. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that."
"Oh," Daphne replied dumbly. "Why are you even apologizing? Don't you hate me?"
"Hate you?" Now it was Harry's turn to look surprised. "Where did you get that idea." The annoyed look on her face told him all he needed to know. "Look, Greengrass, I don't hate you."
"Then why do you prank me all the time?" Daphne asked.
"Why do you always try to show me up in class?" Harry retorted.
"Because . . ." Daphne trailed off.
Harry nodded his head. "Exactly!"
"Huh," Daphne blinked.
Harry shrugged. "I prank you because . . . I don't know. It's fun, I guess."
Daphne nodded slowly in understanding. "Yeah, I can understand that. It is always a thrill when I get a paper back and see I got an 'O' when you only got an 'EE.'"
"Without you around to annoy, Hogwarts would be a bit boring. I'm sorry if I go too far sometimes, but I don't hate you," Harry said.
"You know, my book, it was one that Hermione recommended to me," Daphne told Harry.
"Err, okay," Harry said, slightly confused given the fact that Daphne had just tried to keep the book away from him.
It was like something clicked in Daphne's mind or a decision was made. She looked down at him with the most particular look in her eyes.
"Daphne," Harry said cautiously. "Are you alright?"
"Uh huh."
"Do you think you can let me up off the floor now?" Harry asked, gesturing to how Daphne was still sitting atop his belly.
Daphne shook her head. "There's one thing I need to do first."
Daphne struck first, not giving Harry a chance to even process what was happening before her lips were on his.
Sweet Merlin, Harry had never expected Daphne's lips to be so soft. She was pressing them harder and harder against his, but they felt so wonderful. He was even more surprised than he already was when her tongue prodded against his lips. Daphne forced her tongue into his mouth as he parted his lips ever so slightly. He could taste her now as her tongue swirled against his.
With a heaving breath, Daphne pulled their mouths just inches apart. Harry's eyes opened and he found Daphne staring right back at him. Neither of them said anything for several seconds. Instead, they just looked at one another in disbelief at what they had just done.
Harry was the first to break the silence. "Wow."
"Wow," Daphne replied mockingly before her lips quirked upwards in a smirk. For once, Harry wasn't so annoyed to see that smirk on her lips. In fact, he quite liked it there. "Better than you expected?"
Harry snorted. "I was half expecting you to stab me when you did that. So, yeah, better than expected."
Daphne's smirk grew even larger and she rocked her hips on him. "I might not have stabbed you, but I can feel something of yours stabbing me."
Harry was torn between embarrassment and pleasure as Daphne rocked her hips back and the tip of his erection pressed against her butt. Their brief kiss had sent a tremendous amount of blood flowing down there, and he was suddenly very aware as to exactly how full of pressure he felt there.
However, Harry's pride would never let him be embarrassed in front of Daphne. Instead, he pushed up with his hips too, pressing the tip of his cock harder against Daphne. She let out a near-silent gasp at his movement. "Seems to me like you want to be stabbed."
Unwilling to give in, Daphne raised her hips enough to let Harry's cock move into the perfect position for her to drop back down on it, trapping it in between their two bodies. Harry's eyes shut tightly and he let out a muffled curse as he felt Daphne's hot core pressing against him through their clothes. When the intense burst of pleasure started to die down and Harry was finally able to open his eyes, he found that Daphne was looking down at him with an amused smirk. "Seems to me like you want to do some stabbing."
Harry groaned, the euphemism growing tiresome and confusing. "We're talking about having sex still, right?"
Daphne's smirk dropped and she suddenly seemed much more bashful than before. "If you want to-"
"I do!" Harry exclaimed suddenly. He really did, and not just because she was pretty—though, that helped. No, he wanted to have sex with Daphne Greengrass, the girl who seemed to be forever on his mind, and him on hers.
Merlin, Hermione was never going to let him hear the end of this.
Daphne nodded her head. "Good. I do too!" She added quickly. "I . . . well . . . I don't know . . ."
"You don't know what?" Harry asked, fearful that she had suddenly changed her mind.
"I like you, you big, stupid idiot," Daphne said, thumping his chest with her hand. The motion had the added benefit of making her hips rock against his. "I don't know why, I just do. And it bloody confuses me!"
Harry laughed; he could certainly sympathize with that. "I feel the same way."
Daphne huffed, glancing over at the book that had started this whole confrontation. "Hermione had loaned that book to me, telling me it'd help me 'sort myself out.' I thought she was making fun of me at first, but once I started reading it, I realized that it was about a man and a woman that seemed to hate each other, yet were deeply attracted to one another."
"Did they figure out why exactly?" Harry asked.
Daphne shook her head. "Not yet at least. I haven't finished it."
"Love is dumb anyway; who knows how it works," Harry shrugged.
Daphne cocked an eyebrow at him. "Who said anything about love?"
Harry stammered for a few seconds before Daphne's serious facade broke and she let out a little giggle. "Oh, ha ha," Harry glared up at her, making an effort to try to slip out from under her but Daphne wouldn't let him.
"I'm sorry," Daphne giggled again.
"You know," Harry said, a plan forming in his mind. "There are better ways to say sorry than just by using your words."
"Like this?" Daphne said before planting a searing kiss on Harry's lips. As they kissed, Daphne started grinding herself against him, sending strong jolts of pleasure through his cock. It was almost enough to make his mind go blank.
Harry's hands slipped up Daphne's tights-covered legs until he reached the hem of her skirt. He paused for a second there, wondering if it would be too presumptuous for him to slip his hands beneath her skirt, when Daphne pressed down hard on his cock, and Harry stopped thinking entirely. His hands went under her skirt and found the soft flesh of her ass.
Daphne moaned into his mouth approvingly at his touch, redoubling the ferocity of her kiss and starting to touch him too. Her hands came up to run through his messy hair as her body tingled from Harry's touch.
As nice as this was, Harry could feel his body begging for more. His skin wanted to touch her skin, his eyes wanted to see every inch of her bare before him, and his cock wanted to be stuck as deep inside of her as it could until all he could feel was her warmth engulfing him. He needed her, and it was all his mind could fixate on.
So, Harry did the first thing his brain told him to do. He tore off Daphne's skirt.
"Hey!" Daphne exclaimed, glancing over at where the pin had been ripped out of her skirt. "That skirt was new this year!"
Undeterred and not wanting to waste another second arguing, Harry shrugged unerringly. "I'll get you a new one."
Daphne's eyes narrowed. "You'll buy me three, for the inconvenience."
"I'll buy you the whole bloody store if that's what it takes! Greengrass, Daphne," he added more gently than his words before, "please, my body literally cannot wait any longer for you."
"Oh?" That familiar teasing look filled her gaze. "Then you'll have to catch me I suppose."
Daphne gave Harry's chest a hard shove, pressing him all the way back down to the floor as she leapt up off of him and took off at a run towards her wand. As Harry got up himself, he got a perfect look at Daphne's perfect ass, only partially covered by the pale blue thong and see-through black tights she was wearing, bouncing as she away from him. The sight of it alone was enough to spur Harry into action as he got to his feet and gave chase.
Leaping over the couch, Harry found himself several feet away from Daphne, who was grinning his way while she twirled her wand in her hand. "Come on, Greengrass."
"If you want me, you'll have to catch me," she declared in an infuriating sing-song voice.
As Harry planned his attack, Daphne struck first. Her wand snapped forward and a silent cutting curse sheared through Harry's button-up shirt. The ruined fabric fell off of his torso in thick strands, and Daphne let out a nice whistle when she saw what laid below. "You've got a nice body there, Harry," she said admiringly.
"Why don't you come feel it yourself then?"
Daphne giggled but shook her head. "I don't want to make it too easy for you."
Merlin, this girl was going to kill him. All that Harry wanted was to have her body against his again.
Harry abruptly leapt forward, stretching his arms out wide to try to encircle Daphne. But, instead of being grabbed, Daphne deftly ducked beneath Harry's arms and dashed away, laughing all the while. "You ran faster than this on the train," she teased him before sending out another cutting curse. This one struck his trousers, rendering them ruined as well.
Harry tore at the remains of his trousers, leaving him in just his black underwear that did nothing to hide his visible erection pressing firmly against the soft material. He could see that Daphne's eyes has fallen to it and that they had widened as she took in just how big he was. "Are you sure you don't want to just give in now?" He asked.
Daphne seemed to hesitate a second before shaking her head. "If you want me, then prove it."
"Isn't this proof enough," Harry asked, pointing down at his erection.
"Nope," Daphne grinned.
So, Harry took off after her again. As he ran after her, he snatched his wand that had fallen to the floor earlier during their scuffle. A disarming charm soared past him as Daphne circled the small room, trying to stay away from Harry.
Feeling much more confident with his wand in hand, Harry cast a quick animation charm on the shreds of his clothes. The ruined cloths suddenly took to the air as they were imbued with magical life and soared towards Daphne. The beautiful blond which barely had a moment to react before they were on her. The fabric went straight for her limbs, wrapping around her ankles and wrists to hold her in place. Daphne struggled against the bonds, but Harry's spell held firm. Even her wand was beyond use now. He plucked it out of her hand and set it down on a nearby table.
Setting his wand down on the same table, Harry felt mightily proud of himself as he took in Daphne's bound form. She was glaring at him, but the usual heat wasn't in it. No . . . if anything, she looked pleased by the outcome.
Harry stopped right in front of Daphne and grinned. "Looks like I caught you."
"Maybe I let you," Daphne taunted.
"Oh, so you don't mind me having my way with you then?" Harry asked.
Daphne looked ready to reject his words out of habit, but she held her tongue. A faint blush came across her cheeks as she took in the implication of his words. "I don't know if you could manage to do much to me that'd be better than I could do myself," she taunted.
"A wager then?" Harry proposed, his fingers ghosting up the creamy skin of Daphne's thigh. "First one to make the other finish wins?"
Daphne's breaths started to come a bit faster now. "And what does the winner get?" She asked.
"They can do anything they want to the loser for a whole week," Harry's eyes flashed as they met Daphne's. She seemed just as interested in the implications from the bet as he was, but that teasing witch was taking her time to respond. Harry drew his fingers up higher until they reached the waistband of her thong.
"Deal." Daphne's breath hitched. "Now, let me out of these restraints," she said, tugging at the fabric that held her in place.
"That wasn't a part of the deal," Harry teased as his hands came up to the bottom of the blouse Daphne was wearing. It was thin and clung closely to Daphne's skin. Harry started undoing the buttons as Daphne again struggled against her bonds, but the look of pure lust she had in her eyes told Harry that she wasn't seriously trying to get out.
As Harry undid the buttons, more of Daphne's milky-white skin was revealed to him. She was perfect, flawless, and he wanted to see more. The buttons gave way under the actions of his fingers until he reached her bust.
Now, though they had a tumultuous relationship, Harry had never been blind to Daphne's beauty. Among all the girls in their year at Hogwarts, Daphne was always in contention for the most beautiful witch. One of the features that had all the wizards talking were her wonderfully large breasts that she always kept hidden away. Whereas girls like Lavender would flaunt their cleavage, Daphne would keep hers hidden, making it quite a treat to get so much as a glimpse.
Harry's hands rose until the top of them just barely pressed up against the underside of Daphne's bra. It was a thin thing, he could tell, and he could feel her breasts gently squish upwards from his pressure.
"Well?" Daphne prodded after Harry had hesitated a couple seconds too long. "Are you backing down now?"
With a harsh tug, Harry tore open the rest of Daphne's blouse, revealing her beautiful bra-clad breasts to him. Harry felt his mouth hang open just an inch as he saw those two perfect orbs of flesh, propped up by her matching pale blue bra. He couldn't wait for more. Harry simply reached around behind Daphne and quickly undid the clasp and let the bra fall to the floor.
Daphne basked beneath Harry's obvious look of desire as he took in the sight of her bare breasts. They were incredible: perky and firm-looking with small pink nipples and just the barest hint of gooseflesh passing over them as they were exposed to the air.
Harry couldn't help himself; he dove right in head first.
Daphne let out a loud gasp as Harry took one of her nipples into his mouth. One of his hands found her other breast and started massaging it gently as he planted kisses all over her other breast. Her nipple was starting to harden under his actions, and so Harry captured it in between his lips and sucked on it gently.
"Fuck," Daphne hissed in pleasure.
Despite his lust, Harry still had enough of his wits about him to send her a teasing smile. "Starting to feel good, Daphne?"
"You won't win, H-ARRY!" Daphne's voice turned into a shrill squeak at the end as Harry's other hand pressed directly down on her thong-clad pussy, indirectly coming into contact with her engorged clit.
"What was that?" Harry laughed. "I think I've got this in the bag."
Dropping to his knees as Daphne panted and glared down at him, Harry hooked his thumbs through the waistband of Daphne's thong and tugged it down. Her glistening, wet pussy lay there right in front of him. There was just the faintest hint of blond hair growing above it.
"Merlin," Harry groaned, leaning in closer for a better look. Using his hands, he gently spread open her lower lips to take a look at the pink walls inside of her pussy. "I can't wait to fuck you."
"Then you'd better hurry up before I fall asleep from boredom," Daphne snapped back. Despite her words, Harry could see her squirming against the bonds, as though her body was begging to be touched more.
Harry's hands found purchase on Daphne's inner thighs as he spread her legs open wide enough for him to fit his head in between them. Her core was right there and waiting for him; the sight of it alone was making Harry's mouth water. He wanted to taste her, to feel her juices running down his chin as he brought her to her ultimate pleasure.
Then he'd be able to tease her to his heart's content if he won the bet.
Harry stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up the entire length of Daphne's sex. He could feel her thighs tense beneath his grasp as his tongue ran up her precious pink lips. His tongue moved all the way up, collecting her flowing juices in his mouth, before gently prodding Daphne's clit.
The reaction from his touch was immediate. Daphne let out a low moan as she twitched in her bonds. Harry pulled back, savoring the taste of her on his tongue, and admired the sight of Daphne squirming in pleasure.
"Quite the reaction for a little touch like that," Harry teased.
"Shut up," Daphne snapped, blushing furiously, "and get back to it."
Harry grinned and dove back in. He lapped up every drop of her wetness that formed on her folds, ensuring that none of it went to waste. He kept returning to her clit regularly, giving just enough pleasure to make Daphne let out the most wonderful-sounding moan before retreating away.
He slipped a finger inside of her next, relishing in the feeling of her silky walls wrapping around his finger. He curled it inside of her, pushing at just the right spot as his tongue touched her clit.
"Fuck!" Daphne cried out breathlessly. "Right there!"
Harry kept up his little touches, teasing her insides while his tongue ran circles around her clit. The effect he was having on her was incredible; Daphne's breasts heaved above his head, her mouth hanging slightly open as she panted from his touch.
"Don't give in too quickly now," Harry said as he started to pump his finger in and out of Daphne's tight, hot pussy. As he pushed inside and then pulled back, he made sure to apply pressure to the top wall of her pussy, hitting her g-spot with every motion.
Harry's cock throbbed in his pants as Daphne's moans grew louder and louder. She was getting close, but his body ached so badly with the need to fuck her right this instant.
Redoubling his efforts, Harry slipped a second finger inside of Daphne and picked up the pace of his movements. He needed her to cum, and he needed it to happen right now! His tongue lapped at her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge until . . .
Suddenly, Daphne took a couple steps back from Harry.
Blinking in confusion at Daphne's smirking face, Harry barely had a chance to spot the now completely shredded fabric that had held her in place before he was knocked back onto his ass. He tried to get up to grab his wand, but Daphne moved faster. She tackled him to the floor and forced her lips onto his as she ground her sopping wet pussy against his crotch. His cock ached underneath her body, begging to be inside of her.
"My turn now," Daphne murmured into his ear as their lips parted to give each other a chance to catch their breaths.
Harry let Daphne do as she wanted. He needed to be inside of her, he was done fighting. Daphne straddled his waist and yanked down his pants, revealing his large cock to the air. She didn't even blink at it, not with the lust-fueled haze she was in.
Daphne's breasts jiggled as she raised her hips off of Harry's waist. Harry's cock jumped straight up, eager to be slipped inside of her. Daphne grasped his shaft, giving it a couple quick strokes in her hand, before angling the tip of his cock against her engorged opening and sinking down ever so slightly onto it.
Harry couldn't help himself; he let out a long, drawn-out moan as he felt Daphne's pussy take the head of his cock inside of her. Her fleshy walls felt so hot and tight around him, and she was so wet that he slid in with barely any resistance.
Daphne was staring down at Harry, drinking in his reaction with a smile. "Gonna blow your load already, huh?"
Gritting his teeth, Harry shook his head. "Bring it on!"
"Okay," Daphne grinned before dropping halfway down Harry's cock.
There was an incredible burst of pleasure that radiated through Harry's body as he felt Daphne's pussy constrict around his cock, trapping him there. Instinctively, his hands gripped her hips tightly, holding on for dear life as Daphne slowly continued to sink down on him.
Daphne grimaced as she slid down Harry's cock. He was big, he knew that, but he'd never realized just how tight Daphne would feel around him. She sank lower and lower until she had taken him completely inside of her. Daphne planted her hands on either side of Harry's face, staring down breathlessly at him.
The two stayed like that for a moment, basking in the sensation of their bodies being joined together. The moment stayed serene like that up until the moment that Harry's cock throbbed inside of Daphne's pussy and, in response, her walls clamped down even harder around him, making Harry hiss in pleasure.
"You're not going to last," Daphne teased. She grinded her hips against his.
"Fuck, you're tight." Harry squeezed his eyes closed as he counted to ten in his head.
"Yeah, this is going to be my win today," Daphne whispered in his ear, her blond hair falling across his face. "All you have to do is cum in my tight little pussy. Can you do that for me?"
Harry forced his eyes open, meeting Daphne's taunting look. "Fuck you."
Daphne laughed, pulling her head away from him. She raised her hips slowly, until just the head of Harry's cock was still inside of her, before dropping back down.
Harry cried out in pleasure as Daphne's pussy engulfed him again. It felt so incredible having her wrapped around him like this. Daphne let out her own moan of pleasure, but Harry tried to tune it out, unwilling to let her lustful sounds push him over the edge. He needed to hold on.
Unfortunately, Daphne was dead set against that plan. After a few slow, test movements as she rode up and down Harry's cock, she found her footing and started to ride him faster.
Daphne looked incredible riding his cock. As she bounced in his lap, her perfect tits jiggled up and down. She grabbed one of the large orbs in her hand, squeezing it tightly as a look of pure ecstasy came on her face.
Harry knew he had to do something and fast. Daphne was riding his cock like a pro, and he was feeling himself lose his composure quickly. Well, if there was anything he had learned, it was that sometimes the best defense is a strong offense.
The next time Daphne raised her hips up and started back down, Harry met her thrust with an upwards one of his own. As their bodies met, Daphne's weight pushed Harry's hips back down to the floor, but he still got the intended effect he wanted. Daphne's mouth opened into a scream of pleasure as she collapsed forward, clutching at Harry's chest. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and Harry did his best to grit his teeth and hold on while his cock begged to be slammed in and out of Daphne's pussy.
Daphne's eyes met Harry's and he saw a flicker of fear in them. She was close too, he realized. He could do this, he could win.
Acting upon the advantage he had, Harry wrapped his arms around Daphne's back and rolled them over on the floor until he had her pinned beneath him. Daphne fought against it, but Harry used his superior weight and strength to keep her beneath him.
"You're going to cum around my cock," Harry declared certainly. "I'm going to make you cum."
Daphne's nose twitched. "You won't last long enough before you're spilling your seed inside me."
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Harry reeled his hips back and then slammed forward inside of her. His cock pierced into the deepest depths of Daphne's pussy, being soaked thoroughly in her juices and massaged pleasurably as her walls rapidly constricted and loosened around his cock.
"Fuck!" Daphne couldn't help but cry out.
"You see," Harry panted as he started fucking Daphne. His hips kept smacking up against hers as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. "You're going to cum."
"Not. Before. You," Daphne managed to get out in between thrusts. "Fuck! Your cock is so big," she moaned.
Daphne's words of praise only heightened Harry's erotic feelings as he buried his cock inside of Daphne again. Her pussy was quivering around him, urging him closer to the end.
Harry felt himself losing control. His tight hold over his orgasm slipped for just a moment as Daphne moaned into his ear, pulled him inside of her with her legs, and her pussy spasmed around his cock. He felt the first burst of pleasure hit as he realized he was about to cum inside of Daphne.
But the moment wasn't lost yet. Daphne's pussy didn't stop spasming around him after a second or two as it had before. No, the contractions were coming faster and faster in an irregular pattern. "Harry!" Daphne cried out, clutching him closer to her.
Well, Harry wasn't sure who'd win, but he was past the point of caring. He let his release come as he buried his face in the crook of Daphne's neck and rammed his cock as deep as it could go inside of her. "Daphne!" He groaned as he felt the first shot of cum leave his cock.
Daphne's entire body shook as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy fluttered maddeningly around Harry's cock, helping to milk his cum inside of her. His thick ropes shot out, coating her inner walls.
The two of them rocked their bodies against each other as each rode out their orgasms. With their minds overwhelmed by pleasure, it took them several moments before they finally came down from the high they had experienced.
Harry felt himself sag against Daphne. His cock, while still hard at the moment, was starting to soften. For her part, Daphne relaxed back onto the stone floor more easily too, though she kept her limbs tightly wrapped around Harry.
"That was incredible," Daphne sighed contently. "Merlin, Harry, I mean, I never expected it to be that good."
Harry chuckled into Daphne's neck. "Neither did I," his muffled voice said. He slowly pulled his head back until he could meet Daphne's gaze. Then, he leaned in and kissed her. It was tender, softer than they had kissed before, but it signaled the possibility of the future they could have together.
"At least I won the bet," Daphne said. "I'll have a whole week to have my way with you."
Harry frowned. "I won the bet. You came first."
"No," Daphne frowned back. "I definitely felt you cum in me."
"Only after you came around me," Harry argued.
"You're impossible," Daphne huffed.
Well, there was one solution to this. Harry's lips twitched upwards. "We could always have a rematch to settle this."
Daphne's eyes narrowed at him. "You're on."
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