Happy Late Halloween!
Meant to have this up sooner, but as they say, "Halloween is an excuse for women to get drunk, and dress slutty!" I had quite a bit of
research to do... :) The sacrifices I make!
In the slightly modified words of Sergeant Schultz from Hogan's Heroes (which I also don't own):
"I own nothing, I hear nothing, I see nothing, I know nothing! Nothing!
With that Harry was grabbed by the closest woman and saw that his plain dress robes changed into some sort of leather and metal armor? Although, what kind of armor left the legs bare? And why did he seem to be wearing a skirt? There seemed to be a breeze as he felt considerably more air circulation than a mere moment ago. Perhaps going hit wizard was not the wisest choice of underwear for this party after all. At least he had the comforting feel of a sword at his side, and a solid round shield at his back. Although he realized his vision was drastically reduced. He reached up to remove the red Mohawk fringed helmet he now wore, and as it cleared his head, his jaw dropped as he saw a vision of beauty. In a loose fitting, but diaphanous white toga, stood Daphne Greengrass, wearing a crown and a pair of snake skin sandals with straps that crossed back and forth up a pair of amazing legs. The slight breeze in the room caused the ankle length dress to shift and shimmer, exposing an amazing expanse of tanned skin. Golden jewelry accentuated her slim waist, and amazing arse. Harry actually felt pity for the fabric, as it seemed doomed to fail spectacularly if Daphne took so much as a deep breath. For while the lower portion of the dress was loose and flowed, the top was filled to bursting. Her purpleeyes were outlined in a dark eyeliner, and she had an ornate crown with a serpent motif.
Daphne's delicate stroking hands suddenly turned into claws as she dug her nails into Harry's bicep, dragging him away from the hissing females.
"Back Bitches! I worked out a deal with the ringmaster for this event beforehand! You can have whatever I leave of him! Hope you girls enjoy limp spaghetti!" cackled an amused Daphne.
'Wear me out? We'll just see about that! Seems my honor is at stake here, let's see who is limp when I am done with them.' thought Harry, as he glared back at Hermione, who seemed to be laughing with Luna about something. She looked up, blushed and made a shooing motion as Harry was drug into the open door behind Daphne. He noticed Luna seemed to be hiding something behind her back as well. What were those two witches up to now?
With a squelch and several hastily cast spells, Daphne sealed and silenced the room. She turned around, suddenly demure and blushing. "Sorry Harry, Hermione didn't want you to have a chance to back out. She figured I would be able to relax you and answer any of your questions while she kept all the rest of the girls in line and got into her costume. You aren't upset with me are you?" pleaded a worried Daphne, as she fluttered her long dark eyelashes at Harry. She quickly pressed herself against Harry's chest, and looked deep into his eyes. Amethyst eyes met Emerald as the two embraced. Harry sighed, and ran one hand through her silky black tresses. He rubbed his other hand up and down her arm trying to comfort her. He felt a cool, dry scaly ridge, and looked down to see a narrow golden band encircling her arm. He started to trace it, and realized it was a golden snake wrapped around her bicep. As he more closely examined it, he noticed a small snake head lift and look at him. It's emerald
eyes blinked and suddenly bit the finger tracing the golden snake armband.
"Son of a Bitch! What the hell Daph! I know you are a Slytherin and all, but do you have to take it so far!" yelled Harry, as he stepped back shaking his hand. Just as he was about to suck on the finger, Daphne grabbed his finger, and gently kissed the small puncture wound.
"Relax Harry, it's not a real asp! It's just a way to make sure you take your potions. We all know how much you hate seeing the mediwizard, so we worked this out. It gave you an enhanced healing, stamina, as well as immunity from anything some of those girls might be carrying, and prevents transfer of anything nasty. Plus this way you don't have to taste anything too vile." explained Daphne.
Harry knew he could trust Daphne, although he was getting tired of his witches making decisions for him. He did have to admit however, he really didn't like seeing the mediwizards. After the last incident, and the resulting donation leading to a replacement wing of the hospital, he was pretty sure no one else would be telling him to turn his head and cough. Thanks to his advisor at Gringott's, at least the new Lily Potter Wing of St. Mungo's was tax deductible. Hermione still hadn't told him what exactly that new wing would be used for though. Oh well, good causes and all that.
"Still Daphne, did it have to involve a bite? You know I am not a big fan of those!" complained Harry. She was now lightly nibbling on his finger, and the anger was rapidly fading. Suddenly, he felt a cool hand underneath his armor, and was even less concerned.
Daphne giggled, "Didn't seem to bother you when I bit you last week Harry. Besides, I think I have a lot more to worry about with this trouser basilisk than you do from my little bitty snaky-poo."
With that comment, Daphne dropped to her knees and proceeded to say hello to her favorite snake. While it didn't turn her to stone, it certainly made her insides melt with it's venom. She also greatly enjoyed the role reversal of turning it to stone; over and over and over again.
"I thought you said that there wasn't anything to worry about from that snake bite Ms. Greengrass?" asked a highly distracted Harry. So distracted that he missed the small ding when he correctly identified the first and last name of the witch he was with.
"Mmmf'ere mmmmn't mmmlly" mumbled Daphne, quite focused at her task.
"Really? Well it still seems like you are going about sucking out the poison the long way." moaned Harry.
Daphne declined to respond verbally, although she did give a warning squeeze of Harry's balls, that clearly sent the "less punning, more tonguing" message. Daphne's lips gave an audible pop, as she pushed Harry on to the inordinately large bed and proceeded to straddle his face. Harry had to laugh when he saw her panties. Only a Slytherin would wear snake skin panties. Functional though, as he noticed there was no crotch. With that enticing visible reminder he decided to remind Daphne of just why Parseltongues were so revered in the magical Karma Sutra.
With a yelp, Daphne cursed and tried to uncross her eyes enough to finish her assigned task. Unfortunately, Hermione had gotten Daphne quite worked up in their "negotiations" and she was on a hair trigger. Every time she managed to stop panting long enough to grab Harry, he would start doing something different with that damned, horrible, unfair, prehensile, twitching, vibrating, wonderful..."
"OH DEAR SWEEEEEET MERCIFUL MAEVE ON A BROOM! GET UP HERE AND FUCK ME POTTER!" howled an overcome Daphne. Frankly, between that absolutely amazing tongue, and being unable to focus enough to avoid being poked in the eye, she just couldn't compete. As her world spun crazily, Harry quickly flipped on top of her and grabbed one cheek of her arse, slowly dragging his warm, rough hands up her thigh. As he traced the lines of her leg to the back of her knee, he slowly raised and further spread her legs. With his other hand, he shifted the fabric of the top of the dress off of her breasts, and began to suckle and stroke them.
With a long drawn out sigh, she felt her nether lips being insistently spread by what felt like an extra large broomstick. Oh, how she had
missed this! Damn Hermione and her overly complicated plans! Too much planning, just for a bit of coordination of schedules!
Harry was actually considering the fact he should have kept the helmet he had started this with on. Between Daphne's howling and her tendency to pull hair, he wasn't sure if his ears or his hair were in worse shape. Of course now that he had her good and going, all he really needed to do was avoid having her crack his ribs again. Her legs could be classified as the fourth Unforgivable, if she got them wrapped around you. The good thing was, having her in this position just encouraged her submissive tendencies, as Hermione had discovered and shamelessly taken advantage of.
With her legs restrained, her breast being paid a delightful amount of attention, and still slightly dazed by the earlier oral orgasm, she was in a state of nirvana. Harry proceeded to shag Daphne through several screaming, howling orgasms, before they both finished together. She hissed in a mixture of pain and satisfaction before gently shoving him off. Rolling to the side, and shuddering, she undid the ties on her knickers and handed them to Harry.
"That was wonderful Harry, but I simply can't take any more. Take these outside, and see who strikes your fancy next." groaned a twitching Daphne, cradling her far too sensitive privates.
"Fine Daph, but remember before you start bragging next time, you were the limp one when I left." chastised Harry, as he straightened his costume.
Daphne merely raised a two finger salute as Harry removed the charms, and left the room. Once the door closed, she chuckled, and let her arm bonelessly drop across her stomach before curling into a ball and sleeping the sleep of the well satisfied.
As he opened the door, he was only slightly surprised to see most of the witches hastily rolling up WWW's Extendable Ears up, while a few were fanning themselves, wearing glasses that looked suspiciously like copies of the pair Luna would wear on the Hogwarts Express. He noticed a box by the door, labeled SPPEW's Unmentionable's Collection point, and dropped Daphne's knickers in them. He heard a faint ding, and looked towards the direction of the bell. There was a large scoreboard on one wall with SPPEW at the top, and his name on one side followed by a scrolling board listing odds and witches names. He shook his head at the blatant misspelling on both the bin, and the tally board. It seemed he would have to have a talk with Hermione. She really was slipping if she was misspelling her own organization's acronyms.
He was slightly worried at the fact that the board looked entirely too much like the odds board the twins had carried around during the World Cup and the TriWizard tournament. What could all of the witches be betting on though? Best he not think too heavily on it, Hermione had told him the event only went to midnight. Wouldn't want her disappointed by her little fund raiser after all.
He looked around and noticed a witch that drew his eye and...
A/N -thanks for all of the feedback and reviews! I have pretty much everyone and their costumes planned out at this point. I think I will not spell out who all of them are, just to see if my descriptive skills at the costume are sufficient. Review and let me know if you figure out the costumes. I will remove each witch from the poll on as their chapter is written. It was interesting that Ginny only got one vote out of everyone who voted. Let me know who you would like to see next! Thanks especially to everyone at the numerous HP yahoo groups (See'lvor, Caer, & 3or4) I troll about on, who have helped me tame this plot bunny!
Just a quick explanation, this is an AU built with large parts of the Harry Potter Chief Auror universe, various fanfics, and my own twisted delusions. Ignore the Definitely Horribles and the crapilogue.