A/N: General disclaimers that I don't own anything in the HP-verse and blah dee blah blah...
A/N 2: It is my intention that this story be a tasteful, sensual experience and not hardcore smut.
Potter's Hands: Slytherin
Featured Witch: Daphne 'Ice Queen' Greengrass
"Welcome to the Den of Lechery."
Daphne stood halfway in the doorway that led to the Quidditch locker rooms and saw Potter standing behind a simple massage table in the centre of the room. He had his arms raised and outstretched and a smirk crossed his face. Daphne scoffed but didn't step further into the room.
"I am here for healing not for your sexual fantasies."
"You are absolutely right and I swear on my honour as a gentleman that we won't do anything you or your body doesn't want to do."
Potter was a right cheeky git, holding up a three finger salute like it meant something and Daphne stared him down. He didn't crack and with a steadying breath Daphne stepped all the way into the room. The door swung shut behind her and Daphne flinched when it locked. Potter chuckled and fiddled with the table.
"Still don't trust me eh?"
Daphne raised a single eyebrow at him in response and Harry laughed. He motioned towards the table but as Daphne stepped towards it, Potter raised a hand and pointed towards her wrist.
"Might want to drop the transfiguration bracelet. I'm being forthright and honest with you Daphne, I think you can be with me."
"How did you know?"
Daphne unsnapped the mentioned bracelet and watched Potter's reaction out of the corner of her eye. He stopped moving the moment Daphne's true attire became visible and when Daphne reached up to fiddle with her hair his mouth dropped open a little. Daphne giggled and placed her hands on her hips.
"What? Surely a man with your reputation has seen a woman in similar or less attire before?"
"Uh…um. Yes. But to see you in it? Daydreams and table talk don't compare."
Daphne snorted and smoothed her hands down her thighs. If her actions happened to highlight her toned legs and her arse when she turned around, oh well.
"Minx. What do you want to get done?"
"What's on the table?"
"It depends on your comfort level with me and how much of your pride you're willing to sacrifice in order to get some healing done."
Daphne snorted again but Potter's statements had truth to them and Daphne leveled her gaze at him. She fiddled with the hem of her baby doll tee and her lips curved upwards into a smirk as Potter's eyes tracked her movements.
"Or does it depend on your self control and how long you can resist your libido?"
Daphne dropped her eyes down to Potter's shorts and the half tent bulge he had going on. Potter rolled his eyes and stepped closer to the table.
"Despite your very obvious charms and seductive ways, I believe that I can resist jumping you without your permission."
"Let's test that shall we?"
Later, when Daphne looked back on the night, she wouldn't be able to explain where the courage came from to perform a little strip tease in front of Potter. All she knew was that she wanted to see the famous Harry Potter break before her and if she had to use her body to do so…then so be it. Daphne turned around, kicked off her trainers and inched her shirt over her head. She let the shirt drop to the floor and reached behind her to unsnap her black bra. Just as the cups were falling away from her breasts, Daphne caught them and turned around.
"Oh no no. This won't do at all. Quid pro qou except you can keep your shorts on."
It took a moment, but Potter snapped out of his mental fog and whipped his shirt over his head. Daphne didn't even bother to try and hide her blatant checking out of Potter's physique because she wanted to burn the image of his Adonis like physique into her brain. Years of Quidditch, combat training and puberty had Potter sporting a battle-hardened frame but not big and bulky like Weasley or Longbottom.
"I completed my half of your little arrangement Daphne."
"Oh very well."
Unceremoniously, Daphne let her bra fall away from her chest and she clasped her hands behind her back. This caused her breasts to jut out and Daphne resisted the urge to cover up as she felt her little pink nipples harden. She needed to cause Potter to lose control and despite her insecurities, Daphne knew she had a body to kill for. The mesmerized look in Potter's eyes as he looked at her breasts gave Daphne's shaky self-esteem a boost and before she could chicken out, Daphne rolled her yoga pants down her legs. She kicked them to the side, raised her hands above her head and spun in a slow circle. Just for amusement she wiggled her arse and a low moan escaped Potter's tightly clenched jaw.
"See something you like?"
The cliché slipped out of Daphne's mouth before she could think about it and she covered her mouth. Potter's eyes had darkened to become nearly black and his smirk turned predatory. He stalked around the table and with every step he took Daphne felt his magic ripple out. She expected him to grab her and fuck her right then and there (not that she would have minded!) but he simply stood in front of her and his gaze bored into hers.
"I would be lying if I said that I hadn't imagined you naked but I like your other qualities and characteristics besides your tits and arse. But that little twirl you did just now put any rumours to rest."
Daphne arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms low across her stomach. She wasn't going to ruin the moment by inadvertently covering up but she wanted to know what the rumours said about her.
"I put no faith in them. Your detractors might be saying that you're taking potions or applying beauty charms to have the spectacular figure that you do….but fuck 'em."
"I'm not going to even dignify them with a response. Now, as much as I enjoy teasing you with my body and I'm sure that this night will be ever present in your 'alone' time, what's next?"
Daphne heard Potter mutter something but he shook his head at her raised eyebrow and motioned towards the table. He helped her up on it, his hands burning her bare skin wherever he touched her and he had her lay down on her front.
"How are you feeling? Where else does it hurt besides the areas we worked on this morning?"
"All over. The price for seeing me almost starker's and letting you touch me without me cutting off your hands is to get every ache and pain to go away. And I mean every ache and pain."
Harry chuckled and Daphne flinched when she felt his hands ghost over her back. The foreign sensation of another person's magic entering her body made her shiver but Potter shushed her and silence hung over them for a few moments. Potter muttered something under his breath but before Daphne could comment on it, Potter massaged her temples and Daphne moaned.
"Headaches along with tension and stress in the head and upper neck are the most common areas for pain. This should help out with a majority of your other stress areas but we'll see later on."
"Ohh….whatever you say."
For ten minutes Potter worked his nimble fingers and crafty magic all around Daphne's head and temples. She did her best to keep her moans and groans of appreciation low but when he raked his fingers through her hair she couldn't help it. She wondered how Potter hadn't jumped her yet or skipped to the more pleasurable areas but he kept his pace slow and methodical.
"You ready for me to move lower? To here?"
Potter's fingers caressed the back of her neck and skittered across her bare shoulders. She sighed and wiggled about at the pleasurable sensations. Potter gave a couple broad strokes down the length of her spine and Daphne pressed into the table at the bolt of pleasure his hands caused.
"Yes. Go lower dammit."
Daphne ignored Potter's chuckle and focused on his hands as he massaged her shoulders. He spent quite a bit of time working the kinks out and Daphne knew it was cliché, but she really could feel the weight falling off her shoulders. When Potter moved lower down to the bottom of her shoulder blades Daphne flinched and Potter smoothed his hands over the area.
"It's all right. Looks like we found a major stress spot is all."
The technique and control that Potter showed in manipulating her muscles to relax and stretch amazed Daphne. He worked her lower shoulders with a constant pressure and established a rhythm to aggressively work out the knots but soothe the tension a moment later. Soon, Potter moved on and after a light caress of her middle back, he moved to her lower back and hips. Despite all of her self-control, Daphne's pride flew out the window as bolts of pleasure shot straight to her core with each press and sweep of Potter's hands.
"Oh Merlin…"
"Relax Daphne. Don't fight what comes."
Potter's voice caressed Daphne and soothed her rising fear that she would orgasm from his ministrations on her lower back and hips. Every once in a while he would graze the globes of her arse and Daphne groaned at every touch. He added more scented oils and Daphne felt the oil seep into her very being. Once her back was thoroughly worked over Potter slipped lower and his Morgana sent hands grasped her arse. Propriety flared up in Daphne but the pleasure and intimacy of the moment overrode her upbringing and Daphne stayed flat.
"That's it. Remember, I won't do anything you or your body doesn't want."
When Potter's hands had massaged and groped every inch of her arse he moved to where her thighs connected to her arse and more specifically the inside of her upper thighs. Daphne's breath hitched because his long fingers would glide down her legs and work their way back up. Each pass took his fingers closer and closer to her knicker-covered snatch and Daphne was torn. On one hand she wanted Potter to get on with it already and give her release but on the other, no one had touched her their besides herself, Darius and Tracey.
"Oh no. Not yet. After all that teasing you gave me you didn't think that I was going to let you off that easy did you?"
A whimper escaped Daphne before she could contain it and she flushed red with embarrassment. Potter didn't comment on it and Daphne wondered where his confidence came from. Daphne didn't have that big of an ego that she considered herself the catch of their year but she also didn't suffer any delusions that there were many witches above or equal to her status. Obviously she had her good looks because other witches had tried to get a massage from Potter and he turned them down. Her untainted bloodline made her an elitist by birthright and her father's business empire and connections made her extremely desirable as well. Still, Potter didn't bat an eye at any of these things, except maybe her beauty and Daphne wondered why.
"If you move quickly from here I will hurt you."
"Witches and their legs. Although you do have a great pair of legs…"
Daphne smiled and relaxed her head on her arms. Potter's strong hands caressed her thighs, down her calves and to her ankles. He caused pleasurable sensations, different from the sexually charged ones and she sighed in contentment. That contentment flared back into desire when Potter massaged her feet. Daphne didn't expect to be a stereotypical witch and succumb to a good foot massage but fissures of desire raced up her legs to her core as Potter went to work.
"And that's all I can do on your back."
"What are you implying Potter?"
Daphne looked behind her where Potter stood and although he kept his face neutral, nothing could hide the desire in his eyes. Realisation of what he wanted clicked in Daphne's mind and she took a steadying breath. She rolled over and lounged on the table with her arms supporting her from behind. This posture caused her breasts to stick out and Daphne could feel her knickers sticking to her from a mixture of her own desire and the massage oils. Potter's eyes roved down her form and a half smirk twisted his lips.
"Okay then. Go ahead and lay down."
Daphne's mouth felt dry and anticipation along with uncertainty coiled in the pit of her stomach. She did as Potter asked and felt his hands on her temples.
"Relax Daphne. You are a stunningly beautiful witch but we had a deal and I don't break my word."
Potter's words soothed her a little bit and his fingers caressed the sides of her neck. All too soon Daphne fell under the hypnotic, hormonal power of Potter's hands and she closed her eyes. His hands moved to her shoulders and then down her arms. A feeling of lazy contentment coursed through her again and it wasn't until Potter's fingers grazed the side swells of her breasts that Daphne woke up. She didn't move, although she suspected that Potter could feel the change in her and bit her bottom lip as Potter's fingers swept inwards a little more. She found herself arching up into his touch and a breathy moan escaped her when his large hands cupped the entire fullness of her breasts. His palms pressed down hard against her already stiff nipples and Daphne groaned.
"It would seem that I won the bet."
"What bet?"
Daphne forced herself to talk in an attempt to have some control over the situation and she scrabbled to find a grip on the slickness of the massage table. Too soon for her liking but not soon enough for propriety's sake, Potter moved on from her breasts and down her soft stomach.
"Why the size of your tits of course. I guessed a 34C and I am right."
"What is it with you blokes and your fascination with a witch's tits?"
"What is it with woman and their fascination with a guy's abs?"
The retort that Daphne had on the tip of her tongue fell short at Potter's reply and she didn't say anything. Potter chuckled and Daphne's breath deepened as his fingers stopped just above the hemline of her knickers. She wondered if he would finally put her out of her misery but a brief pass of his knuckles over the front of her thong was all she got. He moved on to her legs again and Daphne grit her teeth.
"You look frustrated Daphne. What's the matter?"
"You bloody know what I'm frustrated about. Do you know how many times you've wound me up only to leave me unsatisfied?"
Daphne's breath caught in her throat when Potter boldly cupped her womanhood in the palm of his hand and her eyes shot to his. He didn't blink and he didn't move his hand.
"I am not a man to take what isn't mine Daphne Greengrass but I will not let this opportunity pass me by if that is what you want. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you desire. Tell me what your body craves and I will give it to you. But only if you tell me."
The dark, heady promise fell from Potter's lips and held Daphne spellbound better than the Body Locking hex. It would seem that Potter's promise from earlier and his rumoured unparalleled control were not to be exaggerated. In response, Daphne shifted her hips and pressed herself closer to his hand.
"Touch me Potter. Touch me intimately and deeply. Make me forget my name and forget anything but the pleasure that you are going to bring me."
Never before had Daphne so wanted someone to finger fuck her. The tension in the room, the sexually charged atmosphere and the feelings that Potter evoked in her were almost too much to bear. She leaned up a little bit, her elbows supporting her and she licked her lips. Lust overflowed from her eyes and pure desire made her limbs quiver. She could feel these sensations roll off her in a very palpable way and it seemed that Potter felt it as well.
"Very well then."
That was all the warning she had before Potter slipped her little thong down her legs and put it in a pocket of his shorts. This possessive action stirred something in Daphne and she found that she didn't mind. Instead, his taking her knickers excited her and her head lolled back when Potter's fingers finally touched her at the apex of her thighs. Just like every other part of her body, Potter's fingers searched every centimeter of the outside of her lower lips and he traced the little black strip of hair she kept at the top of her snatch.
"Tracey made me shave it like this. Said it made all the boys go wild. She wanted me to go bare but I didn't think it was me."
"No. This is sexy. Didn't know you purebloods would do this but I'm not complaining."
Daphne couldn't respond as Potter's fingers bumped against the outside of her clit and Daphne saw stars. Her body tightened and flinched. Her reaction spurred Potter on it would seem as he slipped a long finger inside of her and she groaned. Her arms failed her and she laid back down flat on the table.
"That's it. Relax and let your body tell me what you want. That's it…"
Potter established a quick rhythm, one wholly new to Daphne and he seemed to be playing her body to a beat that only he could hear. Daphne couldn't complain even if she could speak because her hips matched Potter's rhythm and it was delicious. Potter built her into a quick, heavy and powerful frenzy and Daphne did her best to stay quiet and still.
"Oh no no no. I want to hear you. I want to see you come undone."
"Don't…stop…then. Yes!"
Daphne growled out her command and with a deft twist of his fingers, Potter had Daphne soaring off into oblivion. Her orgasm was swift in coming, intense in sensation and powerful enough to have her seeing stars for a little while. Throughout it all Potter kept a steadily decreasing rhythm with his fingers and soon Daphne lay still on the table. She focused on her breathing, the ins and the outs and she chuckled.
"I don't want to know how you got so good at that but tell her thanks for me the next time you see her."
A/N: Still tasteful I hope? I would say that there is only one more chapter left but Daphne is such a tease and there might yet be more chapters to come...
A/N 2: This story does not feature any other characters besides the ones mentioned in the first chapter. That is because this story has perspective and a focus. Characters such as Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom etc. will not play an active role in this story.