Harry's hands cupped Daphne's face as she looked up at him through a film of tears. She wanted to explain to everything to him, to beg him for his forgiveness and acceptance. Each word she spoke felt like a dagger being pulled from her chest. Slowly she began her story about what had happened over the summer, how her parents had come home one evening with a group of Death Eaters. They had told her that she had been selected for a great honour and then they had been taken off to an abandoned old house where she had been brought face to face with Voldemort. She paused when she said the Dark Lord's name and Harry was, despite himself, impressed that she had managed to say the name instead of 'You Know Who'.
Daphne composed herself and pressed on with the story. She explained how the Death Eaters and her parents had drilled her importance to the plan and what she was expected to do over and over throughout the summer until it was time to return to Hogwarts. Her mission was all-encompassing and she felt that what she was expected to do was right and that it was going to be for the good of all wizardkind and would allow them to take their proper place in the world.
"How..how could you?" asked Harry, his voice horse with betrayal.
Daphne almost broke down into fresh tears at the pain in Harry's voice. But she knew she had to finish her tale as if she stopped now she might never be able to start again. She continued her story, explaining how she had been given the goblin draft that McLaggen had tried using on Hermione at Slughorn's Christmas party. She knew that one of Slughorn's parties would be the perfect time to use it and seduce him but after Harry had continued to avoid Slughorn's attempts at getting him to attend the gatherings she had grown careless with it and had been trying to come up with an alternative plan. Her carelessness had allowed McLaggen's friend to steal the brew from her and the first she had realised this had happened was when she'd seen how Hermione had begun acting and how Harry had moved to defend the honour of his friend from a slavering brute like McLaggen. She'd managed to pilfer back what was left of the draught before McLaggen and his crony had been thrown out of the party and she had slipped it into Harry's drink. After that, it had been a simple matter of getting Harry to exit the party with her and head to the Room of Requirements.
Harry's face remained impassive as stone as Daphne told her story. So many feelings and emotions wheeled around his mind like out of control racing cars careening around a track. He looked down at Daphne, tears still streaking her face and asked himself if this was all part of Voldemort's plan too. Paranoia dripped through his brain like a slow poison, subtly twisting his memories of this short but wonderful time he'd spent with Daphne. He knew that Voldemort was twisted and evil and those who followed him were no better, but surely it had not all been a lie? Daphne had paused in her re-telling, looking up with fear into Harry's eyes. Those green orbs, normally so full of life had turned into cold emeralds that seemed to glare back at her with a malevolence that scared her. Seeing no alternative, she plunged on with the story.
She had gotten Harry into bed, the plan had been to knock him out and pretend that they had engaged in sex when Harry awoke the next morning as the potent potion he'd drunk would have fogged his memories of the night before. However, something had happened that she had not expected. Harry had begun to kiss her. She'd been kissed before but the boys who she had been with were more like slobbering dogs. Harry's lips were firm but gentle, his hand caressed her cheek. Momentarily she lost her train of thought thinking back to that first kiss before she recovered and continued. Harry's fingers had moved down from her chin to stroke her neck, her lips had parted freely and allowed his tongue to swirl against hers. The passion of the kiss had lit a fire in Daphne that she had never imagined could exist, she recounted how she had begun to tremble in his embrace.
Harry listened, trying to remember any of the details that Daphne was telling him. But the fog in his mind refused to lift. Even though the anger he felt at her betrayal, Harry wanted to believe that Daphne was telling him the truth, that she did truly care for him and was not just some willing puppet of the Dark Lord twisting his mind and leaving him open to attack. He looked at Daphne, her face was a mask of pleading as she looked up at Harry. He wanted to cast her away, to demand she leave him and never speak to him again, but he found that his throat was dry and the words would not come.
Daphne's story continued. She described how Harry had slid his hand up her thigh then gradually up to cup her hip and pull her to him. His other hand moved along her side, lightly massaging her through her blouse and cupping her breast, his slow, deliberate approach arousing an intensely deep pleasure within her. His thumb brushed over her nipple and she gasped at the sensation has Harry's other hand moved from her hip to her other breast and both hands squeezed gently.
Despite himself, the retelling of this story had caused Harry's cock to stir. He could almost remember exploring Daphne's body for the first time, the feel of her flesh against the palms of his hands, the scent of her hair in his nostrils. Daphne's eyes flickered quickly over the lump growing between Harry's legs but resisted the urge to reach out and enclose it in her hands. She returned her gaze to meet Harry's and continued to recount their first time together.
She described how Harry had continued to lovingly caress her breasts, his fingers dancing across her clothes as he pushed the soft cloth away from her body. The dress she wore fell from her shoulders and crumpled to the floor at her feet. She felt the cold air of the room blowing against her bare skin causing her to shudder and her nipples to harden. Her heart raced as she stood before him, naked but for her thin white panties and desire burning in her. Harry's lips latched on to one of her exposed breasts and Daphne moaned loudly as he suckled as his other hand continued their dance over her other breast with a touch so soft as to be almost nothing. But the gentle fluttering of his fingers sent jolts of electricity through her body. His masterful movements as he showered love on her twin peaks set off fireworks in Daphne's mind. She had never thought that anyone could show her breasts such appreciation. She'd allowed previous boys to touch her over her clothes but they had been the clumsy pawings of inadequate who had no real idea of how a woman needed to be touched.
She stopped her story, the swelling between Harry's legs now even more noticeable and she began to tell him of how she had first removed that magnificent cock from his trousers. As she told of how she had slowly unfastened Harry's trousers, her hand moved beneath the sheet and her fingers lightly stroked against Harry's shaft. His cock twitched of its own volition at her touch and as Harry made no move to stop her, she continued her story as her delicate fingers wrapped slowly around Harry's member. Her hand moved up and down as she told him of the first time she had taken it into her hands, about how she wanted nothing more than to return the pleasure that he'd given her and how she had dropped to her knees to better show him. And as she finished speaking she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the head of Harry's cock.
Daphne sucked at Harry's cock in desperation. She wanted his forgiveness and hoped that by pleasuring him this way might sway him. Harry gasped at the feeling of Daphne's mouth as its velvet softness massaged his cock. Part of him wanted nothing more than to let her continue as Daphne's skill at giving blowjobs was high indeed. But that too raised the question of just how many Death Eaters had she let use her mouth this way? Given her ability at sucking cock, she must have practised and the thought of her on her knees, surrounded by hooded figures each of them laughing at how foolish Harry Potter was beliving this girl cared for him when she let them use her however they wanted.
"Stop. STOP!" shouted Harry.
Daphne ceased her sucking and looked up at him in fear. Harry pushed her away and moved out of her reach then stood with his back to her. Confusion and anger raged within his mind. He could hear Daphne behind him, her tears had begun again but she was trying to hide this from him. He grabbed his clothes and pulled them on, never once turning to look at her. As he moved to the door he heard her call his name, but he could not bring himself to look back.
Harry stalked his way through the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room. He was grateful that the place was virtually deserted and he crashed down in one of the large armchairs by the fire. He stared into the flames although he did not see them. His vision was turned inward as he tried in vain to make sense of everything that had happened and what he had seen.
A movement next to him shook him from his reverie and he turned to see Hermione pulling up a chair next to him. She smiled sweetly at her friend, recognising the look on his face and knowing he needed to unburden himself. However, before either she or Harry could say anything, Ginny came stomping in.
"Ugh, that brother of mine is an utter pig!" she yelled as she flopped down in a chair next to the pair.
"Why? What has he done this time?" asked Hermione, her tone suggesting that maybe now wasn't the best time.
"Oh, Hermione," said Ginny as though she hadn't realised her friend was sitting there, "I just walked in on him and Lavender. They were... you know.."
Hermione blushed at this, the reminder of Ron and Lavender's relationship still caused her to feel hurt. But against her better judgement, she continued to probe Ginny for details.
"So what were they doing?" she asked, a cold tone creeping into her voice.
"Well, they must have cast a silencing charm on the door because I didn't hear them until I walked in. Believe me, if they hadn't, I think most of the castle would have heard them. Lav-Lav is a bit of a screamer. In fact, she's a lot of a screamer." said Ginny, with a slight giggle which Harry joined in with and even caused a slight smirk to cross Hermione's face.
"Typical Ron, casting a silencing charm but forgetting to lock the door. The prat." said Harry, grateful to have something other than his own dark thoughts to talk about.
"Yeah, well it wasn't something I needed to see," said Ginny, "I think I'm going to be traumatised for life after seeing my brother's cum face."
And with this, she twisted her face up into a bizarre grimace as though to demonstrate what she had seen for her friends. The three of them roared with laughter at this, Harry most of all. He was grateful he still had his friends and that they could lift him from the terrible pit of despair he'd found himself in. Ginny wiped a final tear of laughter from her eye and announced that she was heading up to her dorm room to freshen up before she was going to meet Dean, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in front of the fire.
Harry could feel his mood beginning to drop again and Hermione reached out and took his hand. Squeezing it, she smiled at him and he forced himself to return the smile. Not wanting to upset him, but not wanting to leave him brooding over whatever was clearly upsetting him, she gently asked him what was wrong. He looked at his friend and before he could stop himself, everything flooded out from him. Everything Daphne had told him, everything he'd seen, everything he'd felt. All of it poured out of him. Hermione held his hand tightly and listened to everything he had to say. At the end of it, Harry was shaking with the emotion of recounting his story. Hermione moved and threw her arms around him, embracing him tightly. Tears burned in Harry's eyes as his friend held him.
"Shh, it's ok Harry, it's ok." she whispered to him, her hand rubbing up and down his back.
"But what do I do Hermione? I think I was falling in love with her and I thought she loved me back," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
Hermione hugged him closer and a strange thought began playing through her head. Her heart broke for her friend and the pain he was feeling just as she too felt the pain of a burning betrayal which is why the plan in her mind was growing stronger.
"So, you're hurt because you saw Daphne with...him," she said "And you don't think she understands just how painful that was for you. So why not show her?"
Harry looked at her in confusion.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, Harry, perhaps Daphne would better understand your pain if she saw you with someone else the way you saw her," replied Hermione, a sly smile playing over her lips.
Harry's brain turned this over until a realisation dawned on him.
"Hermione, do you mean with you?" he asked, dumbstruck.
"Well, I mean, you're my dearest friend Harry. And if not for you, my first time would have been with McLaggen against my will. I think it only right that I give you willingly what he planned to steal." she said, trying to force her features into a winning smile.
"I'm not sure about this, Hermione," said Harry "I mean, it's not that I don't want to, it's just it's a little sudden and with everything that happened with Daphne, I.."
"It's ok Harry. I know this is a lot to spring on you, but please consider it?" she asked, kissing him on the cheek and headed up to her bedroom.
Later, Harry lay awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The thoughts of what had happened between him and Daphne and then what Hermione had suggested swirled around his mind. He tried to make sense of it all. On one hand, Hermione's idea had an appeal, she had certainly blossomed over the last year and Harry had on a few occasions allowed an image of her to creep into his mind when he was alone. But she was his friend and he worried about what damage something like this might do to that friendship.
As he lay there, a silver shape flickered into the room and ran to his bed. Harry grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and rammed them on his head to better see what had entered the room when a silver otter bounced onto his bed causing Harry to fall backwards. The otter moved and stood on his chest looking down at him before it began speaking in Hermione's voice.
"Harry, come to the Room of Requirements tonight. I have something to show you."
Harry blinked at the otter as it vanished like silver mist. Grabbing his invisibility cloak from his trunk, he quietly made his way down to the common room and out of the portrait hole.
Harry moved swiftly through the dark castle on his way to meet with Hermione. Upon entering the Room of Requirement, he was greeted by a surprising sight. Daphne was there, but she was bound head to foot with magical ropes which held her suspended in the air. Across her mouth was a gag and the ropes had made a strange sort of crown around her head which prevented her from looking away from a large bed in the middle of the room. On the bed was an even bigger surprise; Hermione Granger lay there in a white silk chemise.
"Hello Harry," she said, "Do you like my surprise?"
Harry blinked a few times before answering. He supposed that Hermione had decided to force the issue and the way she was dressed was certainly getting the attention of other parts of his body besides his brain. He watched her writhing on the bed and made his decision. He pulled at his clothes and stood there naked before her. Hermione gasped as she saw Harry's naked form. She'd always assumed he was still that scrawny little boy she'd met in their first year, but clearly 5 years of adventures and Quidditch training had made a man out of Harry. His toned body glistened in the half-light of the room and she could feel a wetness between her legs as she observed him.
"Ooh Harry, please be gentle with me," she whispered as he climbed on the bed next to her.
"Don't worry Hermione," he said as his eyes turned back to Daphne, "I will show you only care and love."
He kissed her deeply, their tongues twisted against each other. Hermione moaned into Harry's mouth as his fingers played across her skin. His touch was gentle but firm as he kissed slowly down her neck and across her collar bone. She shuddered as he cupped her breasts in his hands, his lips and tongue softly teasing her nipples before he continued his journey down her body. Hermione had never experienced anything like this before and each touch that Harry gave her sent sparks of electricity through her.
Soon, he was parting her legs and looking upon the part of her that no man had seen before. She felt a flood of embarrassment at his gaze and wanted to crush her legs together and hide herself from him. But his fingers played lightly over his skin and she opened herself up to him before almost lifting herself off the bed as Harry's mouth touched her private area.
"Oh god, Harry, that feels incredible!" she cried.
Harry smiled to himself and continued to feast on her. His tongue and nimble fingers drawing gasps and moans from Hermione as he worked her into a greater state of ecstasy. She cried out in pleasure at Harry's ministrations and never wanted this to end. Her eyes fell over Daphne, still bound in the corner. She thought she saw tears forming in her eyes, but her focus was pulled away and back to what Harry was doing. An explosion fired off behind her eyes and Hermione yelled out as she was brought to orgasm by someone other than herself for the first time in her life.
"Harry! Harry! Kiss me!" she gasped reaching for him.
Hermione moaned again as she felt Harry's lips against hers and tasted her own juices on his tongue. She looked into Harry's eyes and she wanted nothing more than for him to be inside her.
"Please Harry. Make love to me." she said, kissing him again.
Harry aimed his cock at Hermione's soaking pussy and slowly stroked it against her outer lips. Hermione responded by moaning loudly. He slowly pushed himself into her, inch by inch. Hermione gritted her teeth as she felt pain as her body tried to accept Harry into her. Harry stroked his hand across her face and she smiled up at him. She relaxed and Harry was able to push more of himself into Hermione and she moaned in response.
"Deeper Harry, give me everything you have." she said wrapping her legs around his waist.
Harry began to thrust faster and deeper. Each time he bottomed out, Hermione gasped and moaned as he pulled back from her. The feel of her surrounding him was intoxicating to him and felt like he could not hold back.
"Yes, Harry, fuck me! Give me everything!" she gasped at him.
Harry sped up his thrusts, grunting and gasping as he fucked his friend with everything he had. With a loud groan, he came, flooding her pussy with his seed. He collapsed on to her, Hermione kissing his face as he tried to regain his breath.
"Thank you, Harry, you were amazing." she said, smiling at him.
"You weren't so bad yourself." he replied, returning her smile.
A whimper from behind them made them both turn to look at Daphne. Her eyes glistened with tears and she was moaning into the gag.
Hermione and Harry looked at each other and silently agreed to release her.