Despite his near constant scheming, Harry was unable to bring any of his plans together until late Thursday afternoon. Leaving Charms, Harry sent Daphne a piercing pain across her mark, delighted to see that she outwardly made no sign of what had just racked her body.
Meeting in the classroom down the hall, Harry prepared to test just how useful Daphne was in practical pursuits…practical,nonsexualpursuits, as he already had a very good idea of just how useful she could be.
After casting a number of privacy charms, Harry turned to Daphne and pulled her in a kiss, grinning when she melted against his body. He was becoming quite adept at foretelling just how far Daphne would push things when they ever were alone for any length of time, and Harry could tell from her face that she was looking forward to a ratherintimaterendezvous.
Harry chuckled, "not this time I'm afraid Daph, time to take a few things forward." Daphne pouted prettily, jutting out her lower lip in a way that demanded Harry's attention. Giving in to his lust, Harry captured her lips with his own, his hands reaching through her robe and caressing her breasts on their own accord.
"Not now pet. Scheme now and shag later." Again Daphne pouted, but Harry was determined to follow through. "Who in this school is most likely to be able to cast /Imperio/?" Daphne's pout turned into a slight frown, and her eyes took on a far away look as she thought hard.
"Even in Slytherin,especiallyin Slytherin, one doesn't boast about knowing Unforgiveables, much less being able to throw them" Daphne remarked slowly. "But…you remember Marcus Flint?" Harry nodded, uncertain where Daphne was headed. "His cousin, Ophelia, is a seventh year. Her father and two of her uncles were openly sympathetic with the Dark Lord in the last war. She's quite bright; I imagine she's as good as anyone…"
"It doesn't matter if she can't maintain it or if it's weak – I just need an opening against Filch – he's not exactly the strongest minded person here" Harry interrupted, "As long as she can't be linked back to me, I don't care what happens to her."
Daphne simply nodded, but Harry could tell she appreciated the complexity of this newest development. In the back of his mind, Harry began to realize just how important the Unforgiveables were. Oh, he certainly wouldn't risk one personally against a peon such as Filch, but in the future he would need to operate without such complications.
Just before he left, he turned back round to Daphne. "Princess?" he said, "Come by the room Saturday evening – I've got you a present." Her eyes lit up, and her face took on a seductive innocence. "I can't wait to open it, and maybe you'll open one from me too?" Harry grinned, "Next time pet, next time." Harry turned around and left, Daphne following close behind.
So lost in thought was Harry that he did not recognize the storm brewing as he headed to the Great Hall for dinner that evening. Sitting with Angelina, Alicia, and the Weasly twins, Harry was happily engaged in a conversation about the twins' future enterprise, when a very red face Ron came storming towards them.
"What do you mean; I'm going to be replaced!" Ron shouted, oblivious to the looks he was getting from down the table.Ah,Harry thought, /a little earlier than I thought, but there you go/. Angelina looked over at Harry, before turning back to Ron. "We made the decision because you simply can't play in front of a crowd, and it's not fair for the rest of us to be so on edge and not have a real chance, especially when there are other people who want to play."
Ron seemed to have tuned out the majority of the explanation. "/We/. What do you mean – WE! Harry, mate – you know I'm the best man for the job – she's your girlfriend, set her right."
Harry winced. /Fuck/. "Ron…I talked to Angelina, and as far as the team goes…we can't play favorites." Even Harry was appalled at the flatness of his words. He had not been expecting this. Yes, he had supported Angelina, but he didn't expect her to bring him directly into this so early. At least the twins were looking down, so apparently they had in some form voiced agreement with their captain.
"You wanker! You're just so bloody righteous these days, never talking to us, never time for a game a chess – and now you go and stab you best bloody mate in the back…you're parents –"
Thankfully, for Ron's sake, professor McGonagall took this moment to step in. "Mr. Weasly! That is quite enough! Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention this evening with myself. Now, kindly return to your seat." Ron turned an awesome pink, but stalked away, sitting with Hermione and Ginny, the rest of the table giving him a rather generous berth.
Though the crisis was averted, the conversation afterwards remained noticeably tense, and it was a somber group that retired to the Gryffindor common room that evening. Inside, Harry was dancing.Little bastard calling me a backstabber – let's not forget last year…
The cold atmosphere continued to follow the Gryffindors the following day, and Harry was completely oblivious to Pansy's constant nattering. It seemed a week had been enough time twice over for the girl to regain her confidence, but Harry was content to allow her to criticize his final production of the blood thickening solution, daydreaming instead about pouring the entire cauldron down her throat, and if perhaps the result of her blood taking on a consistency to porridge would serve to adequately refute her comments.
That evening, Harry headed back down to the dungeons, preparing for another potion tutorial with Professor Slughorn. He was currently learning how to successfully brew the Draught of Living Death and The Expanding Serum – a particularly nasty potion that solidified and expanded to ten times its original size when in contact with acids of the stomach.
Harry was surprised to find not his cauldrons, but merely Professor Slughorn, sitting at his desk, a tumbler of…/something/… in his hands. "Ah, Harry – so good to see you, wonderful performance in class today. How are you this evening?"
"Fine professor", Harry responded automatically, looking around the room with a look of confusion. "Sir…you are aware that I was supposed to come by for tutorial…" "Ah! Of course, of course – forgive me my boy, but I thought we might have a quick chat. The potions have waited three days; no doubt they can afford another five minutes!"
Harry nodded, recognizing Slughorn's game for what it was. "Anything you would like to talk about sir?" "Horace, m'boy – understandable, just like your mother, always showing respect… Harry…I recognize this is rather late notice – no doubt a young lad like you has a number of ladies to see to this weekend" /You have no idea, mused Harry, "But I am having a number of students by tomorrow – a pre-Halloween get together if you will. A number of your classmates are going to be there – Mr. Zabini, Ms. Bones…are you acquainted with Ms. Chang, her father runs an import-export business between London and Hong Kong? No matter, lots of fun to be had all around…"
"Of course, professor – I'd be honored to attend." Slughorn smiled toothily. "Well with that out the way, perhaps you'd like to get on with our two lesson plans…"
Today is an absolute madhouse. Ron's pissed, Hermione's waffling, and Ginny has taken the stance of ignoring me completely, for which I am eternally grateful. Grateful…Greatful – guess I'm both really… Slug Club this evening, which leads to an absolute ton of problems. Naturally, I invited Angelina to come with me this morning. Ungrateful bint – second date and I've gotten no further than a couple of lingering cops.
Under the robes, granted – but really, she's gonna have to move forward a little faster if I'm going to stay around. Funny to think that I'm actually pissed a girl two years my senior is taking it slow, last year I couldn't work up the stones before Diggory asked Cho to the bloody ball. Beaten by a 'Puff. Still – he's dead, so I suppose I got the last laugh.
I'm getting off topic – something I shouldn't do. So Angelina is giggling with Katie about going to the Slug Club – naturally it's become the thing to get into seeing as how you can't get in – fucking sheep mentality. Angelina will spend the afternoon primping, which frees me to meet with Daphne and Ophelia. I saw Ophelia yesterday, thought I'd check out the goods. Fuck, but she's ugly. Between her and Marcus, I imagine they'll have three teeth by the time they hit twenty. They're purebloods damn it, either come up with a spell or fucking get off your high horse and visit a dentist. Course, Hermione's parents are dentists and look how she turned out – took a school nurse to do their jobs for them.
No, the real problem is afterwards. The 'club' is breaking up just before curfew, but I've got to somehow throw off Angelina in order to get to Daphne and Lavender. It would be easier if I just seduced her proper right now, but her innocence is my favorite toy. That, and Daphne's murderous tendencies towards just about everything. I ought to let the two of them take me on my first ménage-a-trois.
After lunch, Harry returned to the dorm room just long enough to pick up his invisibility cloak and stuffing it into his robes, he headed back out. His predetermined excuse of needing to pick up something from the library was unnecessary, as all his friends – /former, as he thought of them now – seemed intent on ignoring him.
Sneaking down a corridor, he slipped the cloak over his body, and headed towards the Room of Desires. He needed the room to be prepared long before Daphne arrived, as he could not afford to waste time. He was slightly nervous about the entire operation. Up until this time, Harry had only been able to bind others to his magic during bouts of extreme anger. He had been practicing summoning his magic, and was finally confident he could reproduce the familiar thrumming on will. It exhausted him greatly, and he was loath to attempt it repeatedly too quickly, but he /could, and that was ultimately what was important.
"Exactly why, Greengrass, are you leading me by the nose through this damned school." /The game begins, thought Harry. He heard a sigh from Daphne, "Because, Flint – I'm paying you five sickles a minute for your time, and God knows I need your help. As to what, I'm not telling you till Dra…" Daphne paused for a split second "till he arrives." "Didn't take you as one of Malfoy's puppets" Ophelia sneered. "I ought to raise my price – any plot that idiot wants me to hear out is an abortion before it's conceived."
Daphne sighed again, arriving at the Room. Ophelia in her rant thought nothing odd of a door out of place, and entered the room, which to all appearances was another empty classroom. Suddenly from behind, she heard a /Silencio, followed by, in a much louder voice, /Funis Ligatio/. Immediately, thick purple ropes bound her arms and legs, leaving her immobile. Then the voice turned mocking, and she recognized it as /Fucking Harry Potter/. He suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his voice a portrait of amusement and mockery. /Expelliarmus/. In an act purely deigned for additional humiliation, her wand slipped out of her front pocket and into Harry's waiting hand.
"Only half wrong – still a bitch, just a different master." Ophelia ground out, attempting to stifle her fears. Harry grinned. "Yep, that about sums it up…well 'cept for thedifferentpart – I'm the one and only…Normally I'd play a game with you Flint, but today's going to be hectic enough without trying to think of some way to make your mouth pleasurable. Body's not an easy task either…so really…"
Harry grabbed her, his nails drawing blood from her cheeks. She tried to look away, but the force of his eyes stopped her cold. Looking back, she realized just howcleverhe was, even so far as to have Daphne attempt to stop herself from throwing out a fake name. Yes this man…God?... in front of her was truly a sight to behold, a Titan amongst the unwashed flock.
In the back of her head, Ophelia realized she was gushing. At the same time, she could not bring herself to care. She looked up at her master, His face no longer mocking, but looking at her with an odd mixture of emotions – satisfaction and…disgust. She cringed at the thought. She knew she was not attractive, but had spent the last seven year finding other niches for herself, surely she could be among her master's best.
Harry looked down at the girl. Although satisfied that this most dangerous of steps had been passed, he could not help but feel a sense of self-loathing. Ophelia served no greater purpose to his plans, yet he'd enslaved her just the same…such habits could be dangerous. There was nothing for it, as soon as he could, he'd improve his repertoire in the Dark Arts.
Unbinding the girl, Harry kept his voice cold and aloof. "Let's find out Flint if Daphne was correct, and you are in fact not entirely useless." That was horribly unfair Harry mused, as the girl had never done anything to him to indicate otherwise. Nonetheless, such motions had to be made.
"Can you throw the Imperius?" The girl looked up, a speckle of hope in her eyes. "Yes, yes Pott—, Master." Harry nodded, effectively dismissing her even as she lay bound on the floor.
Harry's eyes turned towards Daphne – "Right again, Pet – seems I'll have to reward you this evening. Daphne purred, before looking maliciously towards the girl on the floor. Harry continued, "When Daphne gives you word, you will Imperius Filch, and have him remove all contents within the cabinet marked for dangerous contraband. You will take every document, and will keep them hidden until either myself or Daphne retrieves them. Is that clear?" Ophelia nodded.
"Under no circumstances are you to ever betray Daphne or myself, or to ever reveal anything I tell you." Again the girl nodded and Harry removed the bonds. "Daphne's word is mine – obey it or else I'll be upset. You don't want to upset me, do you Flint."
Despite the continued usage of her surname, the end of his directions carried a softer tone, and Ophelia realized how distressed she'd be if her master was even the slightest bit unhappy. She nodded, and when Harry dismissed her, she fled the room – lest her master take offense to her continued presence.
A minute later, much to Harry's chagrin, he too was sneaking through the halls. His own desires would have to wait till this evening, sacrifices for the greater good, Dumbledore would say. Arriving once again in the Gryffindor tower, Harry looked around at the nearly empty common room.
Sighing, Harry decided to finish his transfiguration essay, /Manipulating Life, figuring he had another two hours to kill before he and Angelina head out to the party.
Transfiguration wasn't boring /per se, but it seemed the curriculum focused on minutia. At least in potions, ingredients had qualities and reactions that worked in different potions. Transfiguration more often than not ended up being rote memorization of a massive list of spells to turn one specific object into another specific object. Angelina assured him that after OWLs, the class did indeed become far more creative and interesting, but for now he simply had to deal. Shame.
Finally, the day's true test began. Harry was jolted out of his Transfiguration-induced trance by a giggle from Angelina. Looking up, he smiled, drinking her in. While her semi-formal robes did not show off the figure he knew hid beneath, they were a vast improvement on her normal wear, and from the smile that graced her lips. Harry's face betrayed this fact.
"Something you like, Harry?" Angelina asked, unable to keep the teasing inflection out of her voice. "Might see a thing or two" Harry responded cheekily. With a grin, he offered his arm, and Angelina took it, making a show of extravagance. With a quick kiss, the two left, heading towards the classroom Slughorn had commandeered for the occasion.
After greeting Slughorn and formally introducing Angelina (/ah, Ms. Johnson lovely to see you tonight. Tell me, how is your uncle faring these days.../) Harry took a moment to survey the scene before him. The number of students within the 'Slug Club' had grown from the meeting on the Hogwart's express. Hermione was present. She was accompanying McMillan, though Harry suspected Slughorn had invited her in her own right.
Nott and Zabini were also present, and Harry was unpleasantly surprised to see Parkinson with them – though Malfoy was still happily absent. There were also a number of younger students that Harry knew he had not seen on the train, as well as a few older years who perhaps had not realized the potential of Slughorn's club at that first meeting.
"Potter", Zabini's voice called from over his shoulder, "would you mind terribly if I speak to you for a moment, /in private/."
Harry looked at Angelina, her face a mask of confusion. Harry turned back to the dark skinned Slytherin and nodded. "Angelina, I'll get some drinks. What can I do for you Zabini." Blaise waited until he was out of earshot of Angelina, and then gritted out softly, "whatever the hell you're playing at Potter, I want to know. I'm sure your girlfriend would be interested to know that Greengrass is suddenly absent after Charms class, as is her tossing boy-who-lived."
Harry inwardly cringed – it had been stupid to constantly meet at such a common time, and he had known better, years of experience with Dudley taught him not to hide in the same place twice. Angelina finding out could be dealt with easily enough, but it would not do to have Blaise attempting to blackmail him. No, it wouldn't do at all.
"If you are willing to wait till a week from now, I'll give you my word to let you in on what Greengrass and I are working on." Harry replied calmly as he poured two pints of Butterbeer. "However, if you are simply trying to blackmail me…" Harry paused, and smiled at the taller boy, and then said in a very soft voice, so soft Blaise had to strain to hear it. "I'm sure your 'Claw know nothing about your 'Puff – and Brocklehurst is in this very room."Thank you, Daphne.
Blaise took the statement remarkably well, merely nodding and pouring his own drink. Harry made a curt good-bye and headed back to Angelina, the questions rolling off her tongue before Harry could say a word. "Zabini and I have to work on a potions project together – seems he doubted I'd be willing to work hard with a snake for a partner."
It wasn't a complete lie; they were indeed set to work together for the following month. Angelina seemed mollified, contenting herself to muttering about how at least Snape never made the two houses work together. Harry remained silent, instead casting silently a mild intoxication charm he'd looked up for the occasion. Unfortunate, but Angelina could not be allowed to have her wits about her once the gathering dismissed.
The next two hours were, as far as Harry was concerned, terribly dull. His final farewells to Slughorn came not soon enough, and Harry quickly led a teetering Angelina back towards Gryffindor tower. After taking advantage of her state long enough to enjoy a grope and snog, Harry cast a slumbering charm as she turned her back to him to enter the portrait. Harry grabbed the girl, and to anyone who may have seen, Harry carried a passed out Angelina back into the common room.
Grabbing a quilt that someone or other had abandoned on a lounger, Harry made some effort to make her comfortable. She was his /girlfriend, after all.
Checking his ever faithful map once again, Harry headed towards the seventh floor.Now, the real games begin.Harry arrived at his room, the door already in place.Looks like Lav is already here, perfect.Harry entered the room, and was immediately bombarded with an offensive display of Lavender's description of 'Perfect'.
The room was a soft pink, with a massive…/massive/ bed in center of the room. Other than the small path Harry was currently on, every part of the floor was covered in vast displays of candles. Lavender sat on the bed, eyes bore curiously on her master.
Harry sighed, and without a word to the blonde…/the vapid, much more frustrating blonde, Harry concentrated on the room. Lavender shrieked as her bed became the same clinic-esque bed from the first part of Daphne's induction, and the candles disappeared, the walls becoming a soft white.
"Put this on" Harry demanded, holding out his invisibility cloak, not giving his newest,second newest, toy a second glance. The room was an exact replica of the Polyjuice incident, though Harry thought Daphne's reaction was sure to differ when she saw just who was under the cloak this time. /Foreplay, Harry mused, /nobody appreciates it anymore.
If Daphne doesn't get her tight little ass here quick I'm going to just sod this whole plan and shag Lavender, ritual be damned. I'm making a great effort to not even look at her – can't see her anyway, but I know she's under the cloak, looking at me like a bloody god.
Finally! Girl's getting cheeky. "Daph", I coo, "Ready to open your pressie?" She looks at me appraisingly, and I can tell by the way she looks around the room she knows something up. "You first or me?" she asks coyly.
I smile, god I love these games. "You first pet, always doing good for my girl." She smiles and heads over towards the bed. At least one of my girls has half a clue just what's going on. If Lavender isn't dead by the end of the month I'll call it a plus – bets are on Daphne eating her alive.
There we go…cloak's off and Daphne's looking absolutely homicidal. "Do you like it pet? I've decided to get a new toy." A growl escapes her throat and Lavender whimpers in fear. That gets a smile from Daph. Not a smile I'd like being directed at me, but beggars can't be choosers, and Lavender doesn't seem to be much more than a beggar. Good little doggie.
"Daphne", again in that faux nicety I'm adopting more and more often these days. "Lavender wants to join our little party." Daphne's eyes are beyond cold now. "I think the two of you should play." She smirks. "What do you have in mind Harry", she asks in an innocent voice. Still waters run deep and Daphne's living proof.
"I think the two of you should duel, every wizard's wet dream that, two witch's, going at it." Daphne's smirk blows into a full out smile. Yep, Lavender is about to be eaten alive.
I'm not actually going to make them duel, not yet anyway. Lavender wouldn't even manage a /stupefy, though I'd wager Hermione's virtue that's what she'd go for. Fucking waste of breath.
I've watched Daphne practice – learn more from real life than you ever can in a book, something Hermione should try. Daphne doesn't hold back – she's got a larger spell repertoire than I do, and she uses it fiercely. I ought to start dueling her, keep us both fresh. Point being, Lavender, and more importantly, Lavender's body, simply wouldn't survive the experience. I'm still going to have fun though.
Daphne jumped up, ready to duel the witch that Harry intended to share his affections with. Harry grinned ferally. "No real point is there. Lavender knows you're the alpha between the two of you, don't you Lav?" Lavender nodded, willing to do anything to escape the venomous glare the other girl was giving her.
"Seems like Daph's not to keen on you joining us pet, and you still have to make up for your last failure." Harry was enjoying himself immensely. "Why don't you show Daphne just how useful you are – use that hot little tongue of yours between her legs?"
Daphne was no longer angry, she wasincensed/. For the first time since acknowledging Harry as her master, she outwardly opposed him, a dangerous sparkle in her eye. "No fucking chance! I'm a witch Harry, not some whore of a /wicca–"
"I know that" Harry interrupted, his eyes suddenly laced with a dangerous cold – a vivid contrast to the heat emanating from Daphne. "But I also know you're mine, mine entirely. It doesn't matter if you want it, or like it, but you will obey me." Harry continued in an eerily calm voice devoid of all emotion. Daphne cowed, unused to seeing her master so lifeless and yet so fearsome. "Perhaps", he added, the barest emotion in his voice, "you are not my most loyal after all."
The notion sent a jolt of shock and terror down Daphne's spine. "Harry…Master…I meant no offense. The order surprised me…I am loyal, yours…I swear it." Her voice took on a panicked tone, and Harry could not help but smile. "Never again Daph. I chose you for your vicious independence, but I will not tolerate such lack of respect. Is that clear, my defiant angel?" "Crystal", Daphne whispered breathlessly.
"Anyway Daph", Harry continued, his voice returning to its normal inflection, "If history prevails, I'm sure you'll be more than satisfied." Daphne nodded, but if the anger had been sated, the humiliation had not, and she turned a soft shade of pink, a tone similar to that of the blood rose that hid beneath her clothes. Speaking of which… "We've wasted enough time, disrobe – the pair of you."
Both girls hurriedly removed the clothes, standing in front of Harry eyes cast downward. Again, Harry stopped to observe and appreciate the beauty before him. Daphne was not a new sight, but her image did not cease to arouse him, and he drank in the delights of her flesh as they lay before him. Slowly, he turned towards Lavender.
This was his first time seeing the girl in the nude, and he could not deny that she was certainly as pretty as Daphne, and some might say more so. Her hair was a lighter blonde, and her face was softer, gentler – it maintained a sense of innocence and freedom that Daphne's look of haughtiness could not capture. Her breasts were noticeably larger, and her body seemed to highlight her gentle curves, as if she were perpetually an art piece on display. Her skin was fairer, a pinker hue. They were both beautiful, but other than the most cursory glimpse, there were no deeper similarities.
"On your knees, my vapid little whore," Harry remarked – the sting of his words soften every so slightly by the open look of appreciation on his face. Lavender sunk to her knees before Daphne, who stiffly but without noticeable hesitation leaned against the bed behind her.
Gradually, Lavender moved herself towards Daphne's sex, her tongue cautiously experiencing female flesh for the first time. Both girls were blushing at this forced act of lovemaking, and Daphne bit the inside of her lip, determined to take no pleasure from this experience.
:You'd better make it good Lav." Harry exclaimed, his voice full of glee. "This is your final test – if Daph's not satisfied, then I'll find another fucktoy." With that, Lavender quickened her ministrations, her tongue darting deeper into Daphne's folds of flesh, while her fingers began to delicately trace Daphne's pussy lips. She did not flinch when she could suddenly taste Daphne in her mouth, and she began to lose herself in the act, determined to become a permanent fixture by her master's side.
Daphne too, found herself fighting mixed emotions. She was still decidedly angry at Harry, and though she had quashed the emotion, she could not control her own humiliation or general unease with the situation she now found herself in.
But a part of her, a treacherous voice in the back of her head, could not help but admit that this felt so good. Perhaps Harry was serious when he called Lavender a fucktoy. – her own dominance in this harem of sorts was not threatened, and playing with Lavender could be fun…especially if she did that again. Daphne's train of thought was utterly derailed as Lavender began to plant light kisses on her clit, teasing her and bringing her a spike of arousal and pleasure. The sensation of completeness that she felt when Harry filled her was noticeably absent, but she was nonetheless unable to bite back a moan as Lavender worked her magic.
Harry could not help but stare in awe at the scene before him, and was greatly relieved when Daphne screamed, the climax rattling her body as her hands clenched themselves in Lavender's golden hair. As much as he had enjoyed the poetry he had just witnessed, his own sexual lust had skyrocketed, and he was no longer willing to simply stand passively by the side.
When Daphne returned once again to this world, she looked downward, humiliated by what she had just done, and ashamed at just how much she had enjoyed it. "Seems you pass Lav – Daphne appeared to enjoy herself – didn't you pet." Daphne nodded slightly, unwilling and unable to meet Harry's eye.
"You still need to be punished though kitten. I had intended to let you watch while I branded Lavender and took what remains of her virtue, but I think you'll have to wait for your reward. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Reeling from both the humiliation for her recent actions and still fearing Harry's anger from her prior refusal, Daphne merely nodded again, and demurely left the room. As soon as she left, Harry changed the room in an instant, again replacing the clinical look with a more luxurious setting. Finally, Lavender and Harry were alone, and this time – Lavender would take his mark…and everything that went with it.
"Waste no time pet – we've got things to take care of," Harry remarked with a lecherous sparkle in his eyes. Lavender scampered in front of Harry, her posture submissive despite the obvious pleasure at seeing her master so happy. Harry took his wand and again whispered the phrase, Cruor Vincotorqueo. Lavender winced, but made no noise – it was obvious even to her that her master took great displeasure at her distress, and she would not make him angry again.
Harry watched as the blood pooled on her breast, again taking the shape of the rose. It was only his second time seeing the ritual, and much of the first had been ignore in favor of concentrating on the spell work at hand. This time, Harry watched spellbound.
Again the rose darkened then faded away, as if becoming intimately entwined with Lavender's body. Again, the stem and snake twisted away from the base, twisting back on themselves until the snake froze, forever tormented by the lush nipple that remained out of reach of its attacking mouth.
Remembering the result on Daphne, Harry shook off his outer robes and then raised his hand to Lavender's breast, his fingers barely tracing his mark. Lavender shuddered, a soft mewl coming from her throat as she arched herself back, desperate for Harry's fingers to quench the fire that consumed this specific spot, this proof of her servitude. Finally, it seemed, her waiting was to be rewarded, and as Harry continued to trace the soft bundles of her breasts, he kissed her fiercely, devouring her.
If tasting himself on Daphne's tongue had been erotic, the lingering taste of Daphne while kissing Lavender brought his already growing erection to full mast. Without a second thought, Harry scooped Lavender up in his arms and, ignoring her contented sigh, threw her roughly onto the bed.
As soon as she hit the bed, Lavender scrambled after Harry, frantically trying to remove the remains of his clothing. Harry helped her along, needing to satisfy the heat that ran through his veins, demanding his plundering of the ripeness that lay before him.
Savagely, Harry began to kiss her anew, while his arms kneaded her skin, creating a friction that only served to heighten the lust and desire between them. Wasting not another minute, Harry grabbed his wand, chanting a protection spell he had discovered immediately after that first time with Daphne.
Precautions taken, Harry plunged himself into Lavender, ignoring her whimper as he broke through her unbroken (/surprisingly enough/) hymen. /Two for two, Harry thought crudely, though again, he paused – he was a noble soul, and he did want Lavender to share his pleasure.
As her whimpers became those of pleasures, Harry pulled out of her eager sex, leaving only the head of his erection inside of her. She mewled again, this time in protest, and Harry again pushed into the eager blonde. The game of seduction could not continue, as Harry found himself desperate for release. He began to push harder, more furiously. Lavender matched his movements, her own arousal forcing her vaginal walls to grip at Harry's cock, pulsing and massaging over every inch until Harry could no longer contain himself.
With a final thrust and a shouted grunt, Harry gave into his primal urges, spending himself deep with Lavender. This additional sensation, combined with her own pleasure, sent the girl on her own climax, leaving the couple utterly ignorant of the world around them. Exhausted, the two of them set to gentler games, and it was hours later that two finally fell asleep, an interesting replica of Harry's first conquest, as yet another beautiful blonde lay limply in his embrace, his hand gently holding the breast that proudly proclaimed his conquest.
/Yes, Harry thought as he closed his eyes, /a lad like me certainly stays busy/.