Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can't control what they do and do not hear. But it's not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.
Chapter 6: An Imposter In Our Midst
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Daphne gripped the sheets hard. Her mouth digging into the mattress under her as she let out a muffled moan. It had been three hours so far since they started their "research" and she truly didn't know how much more she could take.
The feeling of Harry's hips slapping against her bum was drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of his hammering cock splitting her pussy in two. Her mind was practically numb at this point, her peaks of pleasure addling her thoughts with each passing minute. She lost count of her orgasms after the first hour and with a sharp squeak another flooded through her body.
"Hngggg" She ground out. Her body too exhausted to even spasm and contort from the shockwaves of pleasure. Harry didn't stop. He merely continued to pound into her abused pussy again and again, seeking his own release.
With as much presence of mind as she could muster, Daphne glanced up from the bed to level her gaze at Hermione sprawled out on a chair facing the bed. The bookworm was bare naked herself. Her legs spread wide as she furiously plunged her fingers in and out of her soaking depths. Her eyes bore into Daphne's with a lust filled stare. The blonde felt her pussy clench once more at the intense gaze and she had to claw her hands deep into the fabric below her to stable her mind.
Just as she thought she might be fine and would be able to remain conscious, Harry's thrusts started to become erratic. Whereas before, his thrusts were hard and deep with a set pace, now his hips moved in a flash. His cock mercilessly spearing her depths as hard and as fast as he could. His body was hunched over her, pushing the small of her back down and ass up into the air. His hot breath poured into her ear and the girl felt herself once more tip over the edge as the boy-who-lived did as well.
With a groan, Harry spilled inside of her. His milky white seed coating her inner walls. She spasmed slightly with her own climax, burying her head into the mattress once more as her eyes rolled back into her head. She faintly heard Hermione's own cries of pleasure, though her consciousness was fading too fast to acknowledge it. With a slump Daphne Greengrass passed out into orgasm induced sleep.
Harry panted over the girl desperately trying to catch his breath. He didn't know how many times he had came inside the girl in the last few hours but he did know for a fact that climax was his last one. With a groan he pulled out of her sopping wet cunt, a combination of their juices already leaking out of her pussy. He slumped back on the bed next to her, the blonde unconsciously snuggling closer into his side.
"W-well I f-feel like that was enough r-research." Hermione moaned from her chair. With shaky legs the bushy-haired girl rose and made her way to the bed, collapsing on the other side of their Slytherin lover.
Harry snorted as he pulled a blanket over their nude bodies and wrapped his arms over the sleeping girl.
They had tested their new found trick extensively. With today being their longest 'study' session yet. So far they had found that while having sex with each other, neither could feel the other's orgasm. Yet for some reason, when either he or Hermione had sex with Daphne, they could both feel the other's peak. It was a strange sensation though it never failed to have the other cumming within moments.
Hermione theorized it might be because they had used the marriage ritual. One that is supposed to drive a husband and wife closer through sex. Her theory says that due to the rituals intent, when one of the connected individuals has sex with an outsider, the ritual tries to compensate the pleasure imbalance and sends the feeling of the individual's orgasms to the connected partner. Thus triggering their own.
The girl was fascinated by the implications of this side effect and had practically ordered them to fuck like rabbits to truly find the limits of it. So far they found there was no limit. Not to the distance of partners, nor the amount of orgasms they felt.
"I think I'm 'researched' out for the next few days." Harry chuckled.
His hand reached out from over Daphne's waist and grasped Hermione's. The brunette just hummed tiredly and squeezed his hand back. They lay there for a while, enjoying the closeness and contact. However, Hermione's voice eventually sounded out from the quiet.
"'member we need… to t'lk to D'phne… about… ball." She whispered out tiredly. Harry made to respond yet her soft snores stayed his words. He instead lied back as well and drifted off.
His eyes snapped open at a shuffling noise outside the room. Angrily he hissed out for his faithful pet. She slithered across the ground, stalking towards the door.
Just as the ancient wooden fixture creaked open, she struck. Wrapping herself around the intruder quickly as she started to squeeze tightly. However, before his beloved familiar could feast, a familiar trembling squeak escaped the man.
With a snarl he hissed at Nagini once more, ordering her to release the incompetent fool. With a loud oof, Wormtail fell to the ground trembling in fear.
"Your usefulness only buy's you so much leeway fool. Bumble in here like that again and I will not stay Nagini from her dinner." He bit out furiously, his already little patience running thin due to the mysterious pain that wracked his body over the past month.
"Ap-apologies m-my Lord! I-I bring ne-news!"
His eyes bore into the shaking man for a moment before he nodded. Well nodded as best as this feeble body would allow him.
"Then speak fool, I grow weary of your presence!"
"T-the boy sire! The b-boy has g-grown stronger. O-our informant declares t-that Potter has le-learned not just from the m-mudblood, but now t-trains with the Greengrass g-girl as well."
He took in the rat's words for a moment before snarling. Grasping his wand tightly he jabbed it at the coward.
"CRUCIO!" He roared.
It brought him great joy to see the idiot writhe on the ground in pain. His screams like the most beautiful music. He held him under the spell for longer than probably necessary and it was only when he remembered he still needed the fool that he released him.
Wormtail's cries and whimpers still filled the room. Being a gracious lord, he allowed him to catch his breath before being addressed.
"You think I care about the boy's dalliances? I sent you to find out if Potter had anything to do with my mysterious ailment and yet you bring me back tales of his carnal conquests! Imbecile!"
Wormtail continued to shake on the ground, his body no doubt still feeling the phantom fire of his curse.
"M-my…L-lord…" He squeaked out. He took a few more breaths before continuing. "The… Greengrass's have long… been experts of obscure magic. What if… the boy learned some of this… unknown knowledge from her?"
He paused for a moment. In his pain addled mind he had not considered that. The Greengrass's were hoarders of obscure and dark magics. There was even a point many years ago when he considered forcing the old Greengrass patriarch to hand over the family grimoire. Yet he was young then and did not have the confidence of decades of experience to attack the man. The girl could potentially have taught Potter a form of magic that would harm him from afar. Yet the chances of a school girl learning the family magic this early were slim. An adult she may be, but there was no conceivable way her father would have began the teachings until she completed Hogwarts.
Still he did not become the most feared Dark Lord in history by being reckless.
"Hmm, then tell our friend to keep an eye on her. But Wormtail, if you fail me once more your punishment will be most severe…" He trailed off, red eyes boring into the trembling man.
Harry awoke with a gasp, Hermione's own cries following right after his. His head pounded heavily, the sound of blood in his ears blocking out everything else. Through the pain he was able to discern someone rubbing his back before a glass of water was shoved into his hands.
Greedily he gulped down the cool liquid. The cold helped to wake him up and ground his mind as the intense pain began to ebb away into a dull throbbing.
Another set of hands forced his glasses onto his face, and in the dim light of the fading fire he could make out Daphne's worried face.
"Are you okay?" She pressed urgently. He nodded quickly, wincing at the movement. Daphne turned her head to the side. He followed her gaze to find Hermione's naked form leaned over a table scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment.
"Hermione? Love are you okay as well?" Daphne asked again.
Hermione glanced up from her scribbling and nodded. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears yet there was a look of concern in her eyes.
"You saw it too?" Harry sounded out. "The vision with Voldemort?"
Beside him Daphne tensed at the use of the dark lord's name but he ignored it. Instead he kept his gaze level with Hermione as the girl nodded once more.
"You never told me they were that intense Harry." She said, voice thick with emotion. She sat the quill down of the table and made her way back to the bed. She quickly settled herself in Harry's lap, arms coming around to hold him tightly as quiet sobs wracked her body.
"It was horrible! I could feel his emotions, his pleasure as he tortured the rat! I hate Pettigrew for what he did but I would never revel in the pain of another human being like that. He's a monster!"
Harry just rubbed her back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she cried. Daphne was right beside them, her own hand running softly through the girls hair. Their tale of third year had been explained to the girl along with their other adventures over the course of the last few weeks.
After a while, Hermione finally started to calm down, and with a few last sniffles her grip loosened and she slumped in Harry's arms.
"Why didn't you tell me they were that bad?" She murmured into his chest.
"Because there was nothing to be done about them."
Hermione just huffed and snuggled closer. With some effort, Harry was able to lay them back down until Hermione was cuddled firmly into his side. Daphne hugged his other side as well, bringing them all close once more.
"Do you remember it?" Daphne's voice sounded out. "I know that Harry said the dreams usually fade quickly but maybe with your connection and occlumency some snippets remained?"
Hermione just sighed before responding. "No just flashes. I ran to write down as much as I could when we woke up but it faded very quickly. The only thing I can recall is the bastard's sick joy."
Daphne just nodded before lying back once more.
"Let's try to get some sleep, no point in worrying about it tonight when all three of us are exhausted." Harry soothed.
Hermione bit her lip in thought. She knew she probably wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now and doubted Harry would too. He most likely just wanted the two of them to get at much rest as they could and he would just suffer through the rest of the night in silence.
With a huff the bushy-haired girl rolled over on top of him. Before he could even make a sound, her lips found purchase on the smooth skin of his neck. As she suckled and nipped at the exposed flesh, she began to grind her bare pussy on to his rapidly hardening cock. Harry groaned out at the contact.
A small giggle sounded from beside them. "Minutes after waking up and you're already trying to get some dick. You really are a slut Hermione."
Hermione smirked at the girl's comment. Raising her hips a bit, she reached down and positioned her boyfriend's stiff cock at her entrance. She sank down upon his girth with a moan.
"Y-you could- ah fuck!- always j-join us~" She gasped out.
She rocked her hips up and down Harry's cock, taking the meaty pole deep within her wet pussy.
Daphne just chuckled again at her offer. "I think lover boy pounded the fuck right out of me. I'm too sore to do anything other than sleep right now. Maybe in the morning but for now you kids have fun."
With a tired sigh Daphne rolled over and closed her eyes. She quickly drifted off to the sounds of her lovers pleasuring each other.
Harry ignored their conversation. Instead he chose to reach around and grab Hermione's pert ass with a rough squeeze. The brunette moaned loudly into his ear at the contact. It was one of the many surprises he found when they started having sex. His sweet, innocent, bookish girlfriend loved it rough.
Raising her ass slightly, Harry began to thrust upwards into her tight snatch. Her cries sounded out loudly for a split second before she buried her face in his neck. He paid her no mind though. Merely happy to continue to pound into her squelching pussy. Her walls gripped him tightly. His thrusting cock reshaping her insides over and over again. He could feel her tremble atop him and he had a feeling she was close to her edge. With a few more mighty thrusts Hermione finally stiffened over him before her legs began to tremble and the sweet sound of her orgasmic moans filled his ears.
He felt her juices leak out onto his abdomen, yet he kept thrusting into her. He wanted her climax to last as long as possible. Gripping her ass hard, he increased the speed and ferocity of his thrusts. His hips moved in a blur as he hammered into her soaking wet tunnel with all he had. His legs burned with the exertion, the muscles tired from fucking Daphne for so long just a few hours ago. Yet he persisted.
Hermione writhed on top of him. She made not as sound as her lungs had already expelled all their air in the form of high pitched cries and moans. Her legs shook with a force as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body and set her nerves alight. It was torture yet overwhelming pleasure at the same time. Harry's thrusting cock was not only abusing her quivering pussy, but was also pounding right into her G-Spot at this angle. The constant barrage kept her climaxes flowing right into the next and she simply couldn't keep up.
Harry himself could feel Hermione's fraying mind. He knew she was on the brink of a pleasurable bliss, yet his own climax was fast approaching. He could feel the pressure building in his loins and he needed to do something to tip her over the final edge before he erupted inside of her.
It was at that moment when his hand slipped slightly and his finger grazed her crinkled back hole. An idea entered him mind immediately at the contact and with barely a second thought, he plunged the tip of his finger into the bookworm's ass. The girl's body went earthly still at the intrusion before giving way to viscous tremors. Hermione threw her head back in a watery cry as another gush of her arousal soaked his stomach. He grunted from the feeling of her spasming walls as they clenched around his cock. The tightness of her soaking wet cunt as she came drove him wild and with a final mighty thrust upwards into her depths, he came with a groan.
The girl collapsed atop him. Her pussy keen to just sit idly and milk his seed greedily. He grunted a few more times as he finished emptying himself inside her womb. The velvety walls still contracted slightly around him, stimulating his sensitive tip.
Even as he finished cumming inside of her he dared not move. Hermione seemed to have succumbed to the pleasure and exhaustion as she passed out on his chest. He too could feel the dreariness seep back into his body and he closed his eyes without a fight. Harry drifted off to sleep once more, his deflating cock still hilted inside his love.
Harry's sleep was peacefully dreamless for the rest of the night. As it was a Friday when they went to bed, he even got to sleep in for once. Even then he only awoke once the soft wet feeling of a mouth enveloped his cock. Though he honestly couldn't complain about that.
Waking up to witness Daphne Greengrass swallowing his cock would probably be his new Patronus memory for years to come.
The girl had the audacity to wave when she noticed his eyes on her, her mouth never moving from his shaft. Harry looked around the room quickly as the blonde continued to bob her head upon his member. He searched for Hermione yet could find no sign of her. He grudgingly realized their mental wall was back up too so he could not locate her on a whim. He would have loved to search for her further, but it was very hard to concentrate when a pair of soft pouty lips were wrapped around his cock.
With a groan he lied his head back and chose to enjoy the girls ministrations. Daphne, despite growing up as a relatively sexually sheltered pureblood princess, was a goddess at blowjobs. And if what Hermione said were true, the Slytherin's oral talents encompassed eating pussy as well.
He couldn't hold back the slight jerk of his hips when the girl brought her mouth back up to the tip, simply to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head and diving back down his shaft. Every now and then she would pull off his cock with a slurp, before her mouth would dive down to capture one of his bloated balls between her lips. Her hand would replace her lips on his spit soaked shaft. She would pump him wildly while lathering her tongue all over his testicles. As soon as his cock would start to dry, her hand would leave and her mouth would plunge down around it once more.
She continued this trend for a while. Spit soaked his groin as her mouth explored every inch of his cock. She wasn't trying to tease him nor try to desperately make him cum. Instead she simply enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her mouth, something he loved very much as well.
Finally, after who knows how long, Harry pushed her head down his shaft until her nose hit his groin. With a throaty moan he released his pent up load into her mouth. Daphne took it in stride, softly rocking her lips back and forth as the head of his pulsing cock was squeezed by her tight throat. Harry erupted even harder at the feeling, spraying his molten hot cum down her throat and into her stomach. She swallowed it all greedily and only after she squeezed out the last drop did she release his dick from her mouth with a pop.
With a smirk she stood from the bed. "Well now, if you'll excuse me. I think I'm in desperate need of a shower."
She turned from the bed and started to walk to the conjured bath with an exaggerated swing of her hips. Harry was up in a flash, chasing after her. With a giggle the girl bolted, running to the shower with the lust filled boy-who-lived right behind her. It wasn't long before he had the blonde pressed up against the glass shower door as he dumped another load of his seed into her pussy
One sloppy shower sex session later the two made their way out of the Room in search of their bushy-haired lover. Unsurprisingly, they found her in the library, nose buried in a book. Daphne glanced at the small pile of books as they sat.
"Guises To Keep Them Guessing?" She muttered. "Espionage For Wizards in A Hurry? Hermione what are these?"
"Is this about the dream last night?" Harry asked as he slid into the seat next to her.
Hermione failed to look up at them but responded anyhow.
"Yes. Wormtail said that they had an informant in the castle. I've made a list for potential suspects. " She said pointing at a concerningly long piece of parchment, "But just in case it's not the obvious one's I'm researching ways to hide in plain sight. It might give us signs to look out for while we investigate. By the way a little bit of warning would be nice. Do you know how hard it is to orgasm silently in a library? Twice??"
Harry and Daphne both gave her a less-than-guilty look. The each swiftly leaned down to kiss the bookworms cheek before Daphne picked up the list with a hum. "Is this how your adventures usually start?"
Harry shrugged. "Pretty much."
The blonde rolled her eyes. She studied the parchment for a few more moments before setting it back down and crossing off names.
"These three are too stupid for something like this. She's scared of her own shadow so no for her. I'm pretty confident it's not a student at all, but if it is, it's definitely not someone below 7th year."
With a couple quick scratches the list shortened considerably.
"Now Karkaroff is a definite possibility. He's an unknown and an outsider yet close enough to the castle to keep watch."
"Professor Moody also mentioned something about Karkaroff when he talked about thinking like dark wizards. You think maybe he was a Death Eater?"
Daphne hummed in thought. "It's possible. You-Know-Who did recruit many dark wizards from the continent from the first war. Unfortunately, I don't know if he was one of them. He could just very well be proficient in thee dark arts. You won't be able to find out either as many of the Death Eater trial records were sealed a long time ago. They said it was to defend those who were unwilling parties but my father always swore it was to cover up just how many of the bastards worked for the Ministry."
"That is… extremely concerning." Hermione said.
Daphne just shrugged.
"Welcome to Magical Britain." She said tersely.
Together they looked over the shortened list some more, eliminating a few more names until just a handful remained, yet even then they all admitted Igor Karkaroff was still their best bet.
With a sigh Harry leaned back. Just when he was starting to get a grip on things, bloody fate had to step in and make things more complicated. Not only did he now have to figure out who Voldemort's informant was, but also what exactly the Dark Lord's plan was! It was headache inducing just thinking about it.
"I think that's enough for today love." Hermione said to him softly. "C'mon, how about the three of us go for a walk down by the lake?"
Harry and Daphne both agreed and together the three of the made their way leisurely down to the lake. A few people turned and stared at the Ice Queen of Slytherin walking and talking happily with two Gryffindors, yet they didn't care. They were happy enough to let people stare and gawk them. As long as they had the company of each other things were perfect.
They walked for a while. Idly chatting laughing with each other. Every now and then Hermione and Harry would juggle memories between themselves. It was a type of game they used to practice with their connection. Though Harry did think it was hilarious to toss a more lewd memory over to her instead of the innocent one she chose. For someone who could be an absolute minx in bed, Hermione still blushed quite heavily when those thoughts would invade her mind in public.
"So," Daphne began one moment as they sat on the lake's edge. "Are you ready for the Yule Ball lover boy?"
Harry groaned.
"As much as I can be. Honestly Hermione are you sure you still wanna go with me after all the times I stepped on Daphne's feet during practice?" He questioned, turning to the brunette.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh hush, you're not that bad Harry. Well… not absolutely terrible at least." The girl trailed off. Daphne chuckled at the look of betrayal on the boy's face.
"Besides, Daphne will be trading out dances with me anyway. So I'm sure my feet will get enough of a break."
Daphne's laughter stopped abruptly. She stared wide eyed at the smirking girl before turning to level Harry with a questioning gaze. His soft smile was all she needed to know.
"Y-you want me to go with the both of you?" She asked.
Harry nodded. "We'd never leave you out Daph. Not during the ball or anything else. Of course we want you to go with us."
Daphne's brilliant smile warmed their hearts and when the girl nodded, they both swept the blonde up in a tight hug.
Authors Note
Shorter chapter this go around. I have no excuse other than I am currently sick and feel like absolute crap lol. Next chapter will focus on the Yule Ball and the introduction of the next girl!
Thank you all for reading!